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Long road ahead - pt 5

I might make this the second to last chapter actually because this ended very softly but without a firm direction. I like that tender things like this don't have to be definitive. Anyway, here is part 5 and the payoff for all the previous chapters. This part is not without its heartaches, so apologies, but if you like confessions I hope you'll like this. Also, surprise! A wild Dustin appears

TW: Miscommunication, swearing, and some self-hatred.

4,300+ words, Steve’s POV. 1 week and a half or so after their fight.

Pt1 Pt1.2 Pt2 Pt3 Pt4

He had fucked up. He had fucked up so badly.

Steve had been beside himself with sorrow and frustration for days as he went over and over the events of last week. He had been so unbelievably stupid and let his drunk brain take control. He hadn’t been able to help it–but that was just an excuse. It was all just excuses actually. But the way Eddie had been positively shining that night had made Steve feel irrational. It had made him irrational. It was so easy to get swept up into a party with someone like Eddie there who laughed freely and touched everyone he was familiar with. He had partially hung off of Steve’s shoulders and every time he came close enough to ‘rib’ Steve in one way or another–boast about him and charm the crowd–Steve had felt a bit more of his conviction waver.

It had been weeks, weeks, since Steve and Eddie had hung out and it had started Steve off on the back foot. Time apart sounded like a good idea, but the fleeting moments he had shared with Eddie in a group setting over the last month had only made him pine harder. It broke him up inside and it hurt every time Eddie turned him down when he asked to hang out. It hurt so fucking much, but each time he convinced himself it was the better, so of course he hadn’t been able to say no when Eddie asked him if he wanted to come to an end-of-the-summer rager.

God, he had been so weak and Eddie had been so fucking brilliant all night. It was like he had been apart for years and finally, Steve’s heart couldn't be contained anymore. He had let himself be reckless and he had gone and fucked up the whole night.

Steve was miserable at home by himself for days as he self-soothed the hurt away. Not only had he gone and ruined their friendship he had made Eddie straight up hate him. He had never taken rejection this badly before, but it couldn’t be helped with how long he had let this crush go. No amount of stamping his interests out had worked and then he had set fire to their foundation in one night. Less than one night… and now Eddie absolutely hated him.

He had been sworn at and crushed out, called terrible and cruel and Steve couldn’t deny that it was true. What had he been hoping would happen? Had he gone into it thinking they would kiss and then he could walk away from it all? He hadn’t been thinking at all, but something Eddie had said made him pause and it was dwelling heavily on his mind now.

Do you know how fucking badly I wanted you to kiss me all fucking summer?

He had said that--he had yelled it in his face--and after the initial shock, Steve had turned that phrasing over in his mind again and again.

It was to no avail though; what was he supposed to do with that piece of knowledge? How was he supposed to handle that and do anything with it? Was he supposed to feel regret for not acting soon or regret for acting at all? Just because Eddie had said it didn’t mean he wanted it–and it especially didn’t mean he wanted it now after all of that. He had been right to be mad, and he had been right to accuse Steve of leading him on.

Steve still didn’t think he could face genuinely pursuing Eddie, because what was worse than it not working out was the idea of Eddie accepting and risking his heart further. If he accepted that would mean… Steve couldn’t deny the fact that he was a freak too.

The doorbell rang and Steve had to muster all of his energy to pull himself up from bed. The doorbell had actually rung four more times as he slumped out of his room and down the stairs, trying to hush it with a ’yeah, yeah, I hear you’ to no avail.

Steve pulled the door open and Dustin stood there with his finger on the buzzer, making deliberate eye contact as he pressed the button twice more, giving Steve an incredulous look.

“Stop it–” Steve scolded, reaching out to swat Dustin’s hand away. He pulled back before Steve could make contact, frustration evident.

“Just making sure it works–what took you so long, huh?”

He was being a brat, acting like he owned the place like he always did and Steve didn’t have the energy to do anything else other than roll his eyes and sigh.

“What is with you, man?” Dustin asked, pushing past Steve and into his house.

“Henderson–” Steve half tried, his hand slapping lamely against his own leg as he turned to look at Dustin, “at least your shoes–”

“Yeah, yeah,” Dustin complained, wiping his feet on the mat and then toeing his shoes off, barely stopping his stride toward the living room.

“No one else home?” Dustin asked, surveying the two closest rooms to them–the kitchen and the living room–before turning to look at Steve who was still standing with the door open.

“No,” Steve answered, exasperated as he shut the door a bit dramatically, pinching his lips and looking back at Dustin.

“Good, so what the hell happened?” Dustin asked, crossing his arms and behaving as if he was the older one here.

“What are you talking about?” Steve asked, picking up Dustin’s shoes and putting them properly by the front door before walking past him and into the kitchen.

“You know what I mean!” Dustin declared, following and then leaning with his chest against the kitchen island as Steve opened the fridge to get something to drink. He kept soda and juice in the fridge for if and when one of the kids dropped by–even though most of the refreshments were regularly used up by Robin when she visited.

“No, I don’t,” Steve answered, frustrated, as he poured the soda into two glasses and put one of them within arm’s reach of Dustin. He didn’t go for it right away and instead gave Steve an unimpressed look, one that could have put Robin to shame.

“Yeah, well, why is Eddie saying you guys aren’t talking?” Dustin asked, finger quoting before settling back down with his chest on the counter.

Steve visibly cringed as Dustin spoke, the glass halfway to his lips before he was forced to break eye contact with Dustin and look away. He didn’t want to talk about this. He didn’t want to hear what Eddie had been saying.

“What the hell happened? Cause from the way Eddie tells it something happened, it’s your fault, and now you guys aren’t talking. That’s bullshit, man. Just apologize!”

Steve grimaced and turned his back to Dustin, not sure if he was going to yell or cry. He wasn’t looking to sort this out and he sure as hell didn’t want to explain all of this to Dustin.

“Come on, man!” Dustin grumbled, finally standing up in order to walk a dramatic circle over towards Steve.

“If I mess up, I apologize. It happens! Ask Lucas and Mike!” He exclaimed, pointing towards the front door as if his friends were in that direction.

Steve wasn’t interested in hearing this, he didn’t want to be scolded and treated like a kid when Dustin was four years younger than him.

“It’s more complicated than that,” Steve tried, attempting to drink his soda again as he took a tentative sip, still avoiding eye contact.

“Bullshit!” Dustin hollered, his hands shooting up into the air and then letting them fall again with a loud slap against his thighs.

“Come on, man. We’re helping him pack the van today.”

Steve’s stomach flopped hearing that and he hunched forward a bit as if closing in on himself would help the uneasy feeling growing in his belly. He already felt terrible and he didn’t want to be put on a time limit to sort out his own feelings. It was so much more complicated than that.

“Come on, man…” Dustin said again, his tone much quieter and edging into desperation. The sound of his voice tore at Steve’s heart a bit, the obvious hurt and confusion that was there because he just couldn’t understand why Eddie and Steve had fought.

Do you know how fucking badly I wanted you to kiss me all fucking summer?

“He’s not going to forgive me,” Steve said finally, placing his glass down on the counter.

“Yeah, he will,” Dustin insisted, that edge of annoyance back in his tone.

“No. He won't,” Steve sneered back, holding his tongue.

His tone seemed to surprise Dustin a bit because he went quiet for a moment which allowed the eerie silence of the Harrington home to make Steve uneasy.

“Well, say it anyways,” Dustin finally said, the words simple and somehow piercing through Steve’s heart.

Say it anyways?

“Just say it anyways and mean it… and then there’s nothing else you can do.”

Steve felt his throat getting tight at the sentiment behind those words. They weren’t wise because Dustin didn’t know what he was talking about, but they weren’t untrue either. Just say it anyways. Just say it anyways.

And then there’s nothing else you can do.

Steve pinched his nose and sniffed, covering up any emotions that could have slipped through. He had been leaning with his palms on the counter and he straightened up now, looking across the kitchen at nothing in particular.

“Yeah… alright,” Steve swallowed, feeling a bit foolish for having to have Dustin give him a pep talk. Maybe he was a bit wiser than Steve gave him credit for.

“Alright?” Dustin asked as if he needed to confirm that he had heard Steve correctly.

“Yeah, I said alright,” Steve repeated, putting on an annoyed attitude to cover up the fear and relief that mingled in his gut.

“Alright then,” Dustin replied, almost shocked that what he had said worked, “we going?”

Steve was hesitantly walking towards the garage door, a bowl of keys sitting at the far end of the kitchen counter.

“Yeah, we’re going,” Steve grouched, looking back over his shoulder as he picked up his car keys and rolled them between his fingers.

“Dump that, won’t you?” He asked, gesturing towards the cups of soda that had been left on the counter.

“Dump it? Dustin repeated back, offended.

“Yeah, dump it,” Steve mocked, holding the door to the garage open.

“No way!”

As if to prove him wrong Dustin hurried back over to the glass and made hard eye contact as he tipped the drink back and started to chug. Steve rolled his eyes with annoyance, obviously becoming irritated as he waved his hand in a ‘hurry up’ motion. Why was Dustin always such a brat?

Dustin finished the glass and put it down a bit too hard before belching loudly and putting his hand to his chest.

“Oh, uh, I think I drank that too–fast,” he burped, making a bit of a sour face as he walked towards Steve anyway.

“You think?” Steve replied exasperated, pushing Dustin through the door and into the garage.

—- –

Focusing on the road had been hard as they drove the short distance from Steve’s place to the Trailer Park. Dustin hadn’t stopped talking and Steve wasn’t sure if that was to cover up the awkward silence or because he genuinely wanted to try and liven the mood. Either way, he appreciated it in part, even though he couldn’t focus on all of that right now.

No, he needed to pay attention to the road and not get so far into his own head that he turned around and went home. He just had to resign himself to being chewed out and left for dead. Dramatic, but that was how it felt. At the very least that would mean he could properly bury this crush and maybe he’d be able to cruise through life not thinking about another man ever again. It was wishful thinking and it had taken him a long time to even admit that was what was happening to him–he still thought of it as this foreign thing instead of a part of himself. That was only half true though, because the worst thing that could happen was that Eddie forgave him. Maybe it wouldn’t happen right away, maybe it would be three years down the line or even twenty, but Steve wasn’t sure how he’d feel if Eddie forgave him.

But that was all he could do. He didn’t need to theorize and implement a fail-safe for something that was out of his control.

Just apologize and mean it.

Steve slowed the car as they drove down the gravel road and into the Trailer Park. Most of the homes here were new but still unimpressive. Many of the trailers had been replaced by the government program that came to do the ‘clean up’ and the real site of the ‘incident’ was roped off farther to the south. You could still see some of the rusting, metal homes through the treeline if you went looking for it. Steve didn’t go looking for it and he didn’t know of anyone in the party that would.

Steve had trouble pulling up because there were people all over the place. Gareth and Lucas, Mike, Nancy–everyone was here and totting boxes or struggling to move a heavy, wooden dresser. Fleetingly, Steve had seen Eddie standing by Wayne’s trailer talking with Benson before he had excused himself. No doubt he had seen Steve’s car, it was unmistakable; no one else with a BMW would drive down this way.

Dustin hopped out as Steve pulled to a stop. He took a moment to breathe as he turned the ignition off, the din of voices outside making his nerves flare until he finally mustered the courage to get out of his car.

No one drew much attention to him and Steve said some quick hellos before helping load a few things into Eddie’s van. He didn’t come back outside and Steve stood awkwardly with his hands on his hips, looking at the trailer. Someone elbowed him and Steve glanced down to see Dustin giving him another one of his frustrated looks.

Steve rolled his eyes and with the motion noticed that a few other people were watching him subtly. They probably all knew to some degree that Steve and Eddie had fought and that made him uneasy, but from the looks of it Eddie wasn’t going to come back outside unless he was forced. They were getting close to finishing the packing too, so it really only left one option.

Steve cocked his hip a bit and hung his head, breathing through the anxiety quietly before counting down in his mind and just walking into the trailer. No one stopped him, and the door had been left open for moving purposes. Everyone probably knew what this was about, or at least they knew Dustin had gone to get him for this exact reason.

Steve swallowed thickly as he stepped into the trailer and looked down the dark little hallway to Eddie’s room. The door was ajar, but he couldn’t see in and he was uncertain if Eddie was in there or not. Probably. If he had to place his bets.

Steve knocked quietly on the door, pushing it open just enough to see inside and spot Eddie sitting on the end of his bed. The room was mostly empty except for his unmade box spring and a few larger pieces of furniture. It felt weird to see it like this since the room had almost always been bursting at the seams with junk that Eddie had squirreled away.

“Yeah?” Eddie asked to the knock, only glancing up before looking away again.

Steve’s stomach flopped and his grip on the doorframe tightened slightly. Eddie wasn’t a ball of rage any longer, but he still looked distressed and he was pointedly not looking at him.

Steve swallowed and stepped the rest of the way into the room, half closing the door again before taking a seat on the end of the bed with Eddie. He didn’t want to give him any reason to refuse him, but it felt rude to sit down without asking. Eddie didn’t move away though–actually, he didn’t move at all.

Steve glanced at Eddie, unable to see his expression as his hair fell in his face, but his shoulders were hunched forward and his hands were limp on his own thighs. He looked listless.

“Hey…” Steve started, his tone gentle but not pandering. This felt so awkward, he didn’t know what he wanted to say.

“Can we talk?” He asked as he clasped his hands between his knees and looked ahead. He hadn’t wanted to ask that, but he didn’t know how else to start the conversation.

Eddie just shrugged in an indifferent manner, uncharacteristically quiet.

“So...” Steve breathed, tapping his thumbs together softly, “I’ve been thinking about what you said and… I’m sorry.”

Eddie tensed and Steve noticed right away. His shoulders rose up to his ears and his once limp hands were now fisted on top of his thighs. He still wasn’t looking at Steve so he couldn’t read his expression, but from his body language alone he didn’t seem happy.

“That it?” Eddie asked as the silence drew out between them. It hurt to be spoken to that way and Steve felt his airway tightening a bit.

“Y-yeah,” Steve answered, having to clear his throat halfway through because of how strained his voice sounded. He didn’t get up though and Eddie still wasn’t looking at him as he let the silence draw out between them.

“If you need any more help… moving stuff, don’t hesitate to ask,” Steve offered weakly, pressing his tongue hard against the roof of his mouth. Eddie didn’t move and Steve swallowed again, trying to remind himself he just needed to apologize and mean it… that was it. What else could he say?

With a heavy breath, Steve finally stood up, his head almost feeling light as the tension settled over him. That was it then, that was all he could do. Eddie would just hate him for the rest of their lives.

Steve stepped towards the door, intent on leaving Eddie to his peace and just wallowing in his own emotions for the next few days. He had lived through heartbreak before, he could live through it again.

“You’re unbelievable.”

Steve stopped as he stood at the door, his palm already pressed against the cool metal of the handle. He glanced back at Eddie who still had his head turned, but he watched as his shoulder shook a bit and quiet, bitter laughter filled the room.

“You came all the way here to say that?” Eddie asked, his voice accusatory but not as punchy as it usually was.

Steve pressed his lips into a thin line, not wanting to linger if he was just going to get yelled at.

“Yeah…” Steve replied, sounding sorry as he tried to steady himself, “I’m really sorry that I hurt you.”

Eddie barked a laugh and it startled Steve a bit, his throat closing up.

“You’re sorry that you hurt me?” He repeated back, acting as if Steve had just said the most unbelievable thing in the world.

The words made Steve’s heartache though, the sentiment behind the language so drenched in distrust and pain. All he could really think about was the insecurity that he had heard in every single one of Eddie’s words when he had tried to hide his scars or ask for a ride. How secretly fragile he was and how desperately he tried to hide that part of himself until he trusted you. How Steve had broken that trust completely.

“Yeah, Eddie,” Steve replied genuinely, his voice soft as he tried to speak to that heartache instead of his own feelings.

“I didn’t–I shouldn’t have done that to you,” Steve replied, his own insecurities threatening to come through as he felt his fingers twitch against the door handle.

“Why?” Eddie asked, sounding like a child all of a sudden as he curled up into himself. He pulled his legs up, wedging his heels under himself so he was sitting in a squat on the end of the bed.

“Regret it?” He asked, laughing a little bit as if the bitter remark had instead been an attempt at levity.

Steve felt himself frown and he let go of the door finally, trying to push past the stress that threatened to steal his voice.

Just say it and mean it, and then there is nothing else you can do.

“Of course I do,” Steve replied, watching as Eddie slowly started to shake his head, obviously starting to get frustrated again.

“That was a terrible way to tell you… that I like you.”

Eddie stopped moving at Steve’s words, his shoulders slowly hunching in more as he hugged his legs to his chest. He went quiet again and Steve resigned himself to admitting that this was probably as good as it was going to get. He regretted a lot of things, but nothing more than this–

“Since when?” Eddie asked quietly, his voice almost lost to the room.

It was Steve’s turn to freeze and go silent, as he stared at Eddie. He gaped at him, unsure of what to say to that before Eddie repeated himself.

“Since when?” He asked again, his voice a bit firmer this time, but he was still closed off to Steve.

“Since when…” Steve said back to him, understanding what he was being asked but unsure of how to reply.

“Since–” Steve tried, his chest flooding with butterflies as he tried to grasp at his thoughts, “since–I don’t know–since—since you came back.”

That wasn’t much of an answer but it was as close to the truth as Steve could get. He had been pining since March, but he hadn’t admitted it to himself for months. He hadn’t even wanted to admit it to himself today.

“All summer?” Eddie asked quietly after another pause.

Steve pinched his lips together again, fighting back the torrent of emotions threatening to swallow him whole.

“All…” Steve sighed, putting his hands on his hips, “all summer.”

Eddie finally moved as he tightened his grip on his legs and turned his head so he could press his face into his knees. Steve still couldn’t see his expression past his curtain of hair, but it was obvious that he was crying.

“You’re such an—asshole,” Eddie blubbered and the sound went straight through Steve’s heart.

“I know…” he swallowed, thinking back to how many times that had been said to him over the years, “I’m sorry.”

Eddie shook his head and sniffled, not looking up as he sat there curled in on himself. Steve didn’t know what to do, so he lingered for a moment before eventually sitting back down on the edge of the bed beside Eddie.

“Not like that,” Eddie muttered, shaking his head again and vaguely peering up from under his bangs.

“Sorry?” Steve asked, confused about what was being said to him. Did Eddie want him to leave after all?

“Not like that,” Eddie repeated, lifting his face marginally so his nose was pressed between his knees. “You’re a good guy… I’m sorry… I said that.”

Steve felt his heart lurch at those words, his breath shuttering a bit at Eddie’s correction. It wasn’t forgiveness, but it felt something like that. Mercy maybe. Mercy not only for what he had done at the party but somehow it felt like mercy for the past 10 years of his life.

“I’m moving,” Eddie mumbled quietly, his eyes red, but his cheeks freshly dry.

“I know…” Steve replied, sighing quietly and glancing away from Eddie.

“So…” Eddie swallowed, actually turning to look at him properly, his nose red and eyes a bit swollen, “so, what?”

Steve looked at him with confusion again, his voice sticking in his throat as he tried to puzzle out what this question meant. Surprisingly, his confusion actually elicited a laugh from Eddie who turned away again and pressed his eyes onto the top of his knees. He sounded half-charmed, and Steve let the note shutter his eyebrows up.

“So, what does this mean?” Eddie explained further, sounding shy.

Steve sucked in a breath and exhaled slowly. He hadn’t thought about getting this far. What did this mean? He didn’t know where to go from here.

“Do we…” he waffled, his expression pinched, “do we need to have a plan?”

Eddie seemed to consider the offer before eventually answering no and then looked back at Steve.

“We can figure it out as we go… if you want,” he offered and Steve felt his entire being quake at the prospect.

Figure it out as they went? They could just… figure it out as they went.

“Okay,” Steve swallowed, feeling a smile break onto his face for the first time in what felt like months.

“Okay, okay, yeah…”

Eddie let his legs drop as he slowly put his feet back down on the ground, his head hung a bit but his expression was much softer than it had been. He looked shy and perhaps a bit uncertain, but the emotions mingled nicely into the room as they both seemed to imagine the tender possibilities of what this meant for them.

#my_writing #eddie munson #steddie #steve harrington #steddie fic #steve x eddie #Long road ahead

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shrinkthisviolet · 6 months

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talk shop tuesday - you once mentioned the 'Robby Lawrence' AU and I would love love love to know more about that, and how Johnny having been present in Robby's life would change things in this 'verse (beyond Robby getting some decent parental figures in his life for once).

Oooh there’s a deep cut �� last time I talked about that was a couple years back! Here’s the initial post about it if anyone’s curious.

This is also a bit longer than I expected (even tho I only hit some of the highlights 😅) so the rest is below the cut:

So Johnny being more present in Robby's life would also probably improve things with Shannon, because really, I think a lot of Robby's issues with Shannon had to do with the fact that she was trying her level best but she wasn't prepared to be a single mom. She was relying on Johnny to help parent Robby, and of course that never happened in canon—Johnny kept letting her down. But with Johnny more present, I think the two of them would be on better terms with each other and with Robby! They wouldn't be together as a couple, but they're co-parents and friends, and they love Robby, and Robby loves them. So from the jump, there's a more stable relationship.

Also, I mentioned he meets Sam in elementary school* and they strike up a friendship. A one-sided, Shirbert-esque academic rivalry at first (serious from Sam's end, not so much from Robby's end), but then it becomes more playful over time. As a result, Robby also has Daniel and Amanda as...maybe or maybe not parental figures, but definitely trusted adults. Especially Amanda—I love how much those two just get each other, and of course I gotta keep it in this AU idea.

Robby gets pulled into the Miyagi-Do stuff much earlier—Johnny's wary about it, but he and Daniel have resolved their differences by now (especially since Shannon and Amanda are best friends and keep glaring at them whenever they start fighting, so they've been lovingly bullied into reconciling), so Johnny trusts Daniel with Robby. And he sees Robby flourish—he was always a fairly happy kid since meeting Sam, but with karate in particular, it's like a sort of calmness follows him everywhere. Johnny even sits in on a few of Robby's classes, claiming it's to "keep an eye on them", but everyone knows it's because Johnny's kinda warming up to the idea of this more meditative style of karate. (It helps him too. He and Robby practice sparring, and they develop an in-between style of CK and MD together.)

Obviously Robby would be friends with Sam's friends too...well, at least Aisha, Demetri, and Eli**. Yasmine and Moon would rub him the wrong way, and he and Sam would argue a lot about it. Aisha, Demetri, and Eli cut ties with her, and Robby does too, telling Sam, "the girl I knew, who kept trying to befriend the loner new kid and didn't stop until it worked, would never side with the girl bullying her best friend. Come talk to me when you've gotten your head on straight." (Though of course, Robby jumps to her defense when the Kyler rumors pop up, frowning at Aisha when she says something snide. Miguel attacks Kyler before Robby can, and for that, Robby can admit the new kid is pretty cool.)

And he and Anthony would have kind of a...not a brotherly relationship at first, but a tentative respect relationship, that sort of evolves into a brotherly one over the years (when Anthony starts bullying Kenny, Robby's the one who drags him away by the ear and demands to know "what the hell do you think you're doing, Anthony LaRusso" and nips that rivalry in the bud, thank you very much)

Hmm what else...oh! Johnny opens Cobra Kai at the start of canon, Daniel gets pissed about it, but not as pissed as canon—remember, he knows Johnny here. So instead of doing something underhanded, he calls Johnny and demands to know what he thinks he's doing. Reminds him what Kreese did. Johnny snaps back that he doesn't need a reminder, and that it's a free country, he can do what he wants. Daniel has never spoken about KK3, but Johnny's always suspected there was something else, something about '85 that Daniel's not mentioning. He pries a little, but Daniel gets defensive. Tells him to be careful and hangs up. So that part's just slightly changed—it just means no underhanded tricks, more communication for them.

Oh and ofc regarding the romances, there wouldn't be any love triangle nonsense. Miguel would be jealous of Robby from way earlier (because remember, Robby jumped to Sam's verbal defense first), but Robby would say "no, dude, she's like a sister/best friend to me. Ask her out if you want. But...if my dad tries to give you advice, maybe take it with a grain of salt." (Miguel takes her to golf 'n stuff anyway, and Robby figures that's for the best. Casual is better for a first date). And of course with no jealousy nonsense, Miguel and Sam don't break up, so there's no Sam/Robby and Miguel/Tory in s2.

And, actually, Robby and Aisha are both the first to befriend Tory. Now, of course, Robby and Aisha both feel similarly about Sam—they both cut ties with her at the same time and both made amends with her at the same time. But also, Robby's always been the type to defuse the tension (this is a canon trait of his, which would likely carry over more here due to Daniel, Amanda, and Shannon's collective influences). So when Sam starts making accusations and Tory starts getting heated, Robby steps between them, tells them both to calm down, and tells Sam to explain what's going on. So she does, and Robby ropes Tory and Aisha into helping Sam (doesn't take too much convincing for the latter—remember, Aisha forgave Sam in 1x10). They find Amanda's wallet, all is well...and Sam apologizes for making assumptions. Tory's not sure what to make of her, so she just nods (as a result of this, they become friends much earlier).

There's probably more that would change, but these are the big things I can think of 😅 I...did not expect to get hooked on this idea again, but I so am. Thanks for the ask!

*Sam's an Encino kid, but she goes to public school, as Robby probably would too. So that's where they meet.

**Demetri, Eli, Aisha, and Sam all being childhood best friends is a long-standing headcanon of mine, so ofc it would be present here

talk shop tuesday!

#forgot to mention this in the post but ALSO sam+tory being friends earlier means the 2x10 fight is kicked off by someone else. probably haw #robby lawrence au #robby keene #sam larusso #samantha larusso #johnny lawrence #shannon keene #daniel larusso #amanda larusso #aisha robinson #demetri alexopoulos #eli hawk moskowitz #tory nichols #anthony larusso #cobra kai #talk shop tuesday

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favvn · 6 months

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Okay, this 100% brainwormed madness because it is absolutely unnecessary. I am admitting it upfront, and I am saying it in earnest, not as a self-deprecating joke. But.

There's something about how Spock's pleading with T'Pau re-contextualizes their initial meeting. (Under a read more for images, long-winded typing, etc., I need to log off and read my silly 1000 page books and give my brain better enrichment sources.)

T'Pau looks like she initiates a mind meld on Spock or at least uses specific contact points to look into his mind to determine his current state in Pon Farr. She glances away from Spock to Kirk and McCoy after breaking contact and says, "Spock… are our ceremonies for outworlders?" Which, yeah. Kirk and McCoy are outsiders, no duh.

But later, when Spock--despite being deep in the blood fever and supposedly unable to talk much less care about anyone beyond the fever--tries to get T'Pau to reject Kirk as T'Pring's champion for the challenge, he says, "My friend… does not understand. He does not know. I will do what I must, T'Pau. But not with him. His blood does not burn. He is my friend." And like. I initially took it as "Kirk is an outsider, but he is dear to me. He is not a Vulcan. These customs mean nothing to him, nor does he know anything about them. The fever is not compelling him to do this, so don't allow him to go through with something that could kill him when it is unnecessary."

But pairing these two scenes side-by-side, knowing Theodore Sturgeon--master of subtext--wrote this episode (was he gay? Bi? I swear I read that somewhere, but Google is not yielding anything), knowing that this scene begins and ends with "my friend" (the repetition! bookend phrasing!) and that such a designation allows an outsider to be privy to Vulcan secrets….

My (brainwormed-fried) take is this: T'Pau sees the presence that Kirk takes in Spock's mind. Not only are they linked by their work but by a bond of what has repeatedly been termed friendship by Spock in the series ("When I feel friendship for you, I am ashamed"). This episode reveals what the term "friend" means for Vulcans, that it can supersede the boundaries separating Vulcans and non-Vulcans. T'Pau asking if their ceremonies are for outsiders can take a second meaning, namely, if it is Kirk who is to take part in the koon-ut-kal-if-fee, long before T'Pring initiates the challenge against Spock's betrothal/bond to her. (To say nothing of that phrasing! Consider an alternative: "Spock.... are our ceremonies to be seen by outworlders?" which, I assume, is the intent of the original phrasing, but taking it straight as the words are in the episode, however: "Spock.... are our ceremonies for outworlders?" What? Hello?? Ma'am???)

So, in this (brainwormed) context, Spock's pleading for Kirk takes on a new meaning--Spock doesn't want to undergo the ceremony or challenge with Kirk because he assumes Kirk doesn't feel the same way as he does about their relationship, having no blood fever to compel him and having a different human understanding for friendship. His pleading sounds like someone trying to keep an unrequited love secret.

Like. I'm saying those two got married in that fight, somehow performing the whole koon-ut-kal-if-fee in one go, and T'Pau agreed to it because she saw how over the damn moon Spock is for Kirk, but--due to some tradition, no doubt, to test the challenger's commitment--she gave Kirk multiple opportunities to leave and not take part. Kirk doesn't. He cares too much for Spock and. Well. Here we are.

#star trek tos #spirk #amok time #ik this is not a controversial take given the way the episode ends and the whole history of fandom after it aired #but like. that phrasing of spock's mr. sturgeon hmmm. 🤔 it compels me #amok time is crazy given that the subtext only makes the reality gayer bc the reality is gay #this is what happens when i rewatch the ep in hd lmao. neat to see they added in extra planet scenes #also kill me i still want to look into dialogue parallels but i am going to stop. for now. lest i monopolize a tag #trek meta

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imagine-knb · 7 months

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hello! firstly, i wanted to say how happy i am that you all picked up this blog again! i remember how much i enjoyed your writing back in 2017!! i’d like to request a valentine’s match up <3

my name is nin (female + she/her)! my personality type is entj… but i also tend to be more introverted or by myself at times. i enjoy dumb humor, drinking boba tea and watching movies! my dislikes are bugs 👹, asking for help, and cooking (i’d rather clean up lmao). my hobbies include taking short walks throughout the day with my dog, trying out new restaurants & playing the sims :)

i have a soft spot for kaijou, touou, kirisaki daichi (lmao), gom & vorpral swords!!

Type of Romance

Childhood Friends to Lovers

How You Two Met

You've known Sakurai from a young age. He'd always been the more quiet and reserved type, so it was often that you had to be the one taking initiative out of the two of you. As younger children, you were often the instigator, the one calling the shots, the one making the plans. It honestly took a lot out of you.

It wasn't until Sakurai decided to join basketball did he start to gain a little bit more of an opinion on what the two of you should do together. The friendship seemed to balance out even more after he joined a sport.

And it was like meeting someone new all over again. He was still the same Sakurai, but the changes about him were different and exciting.

"Hey, Nin?" Sakurai's interruption caught you off guard.

You had been going over with him your proposed plans for the weekend, knowing he had basketball practice to attend. You had wanted to include him in any way possible, carving out time to spend with him after he was done, but the way he was looking at you told you he had other thoughts in mind.

"Sorry, would you just want to go with me?" he asks, a certain hopeful look in his eyes. "I'm sure the coach wouldn't mind if you sat on the side. I want to spend more time with you, too."

How He Fell For You

Sakurai knows that being the one to take the lead, make sure he was included, and overall take care of him was a lot for you. He knows you would have rather been doing your own thing (at least, that's what he's believed all this time). So he really appreciated you helping him come out of his shell as the two of you aged.

Somewhere along the years, that appreciation turned into infatuation.

It took him a lot of courage, a lot of push from his teammates and friends, to work up the courage to confess to you. And when he did, he surprised you with the confidence he seemed to show.

"Please let me take care of you from now on!" He was bowing, bent at the waist and face toward the ground. You couldn't see his expression, but you were sure that if Sakurai had just looked up at you, he would be blushing red.

After a moment, realizing his outburst, he straightened up and said, "I'm sorry, I just... You've been taking care of me our whole lives, Nin. It's my turn. Please."

He was tense. God was he tense. But the second you began smiling at him, accepting his offer and by proxy his confession, all that tension seemed to melt away. His own relieved smile graced his face. He tried to ignore the excited cheers and squeals of his friends close behind him.

What a Relationship with Him is Like

Sakurai can be an attentive and understanding partner, so he doesn't mind at all that you don't ask for help often because he seems to already know when you need it. He's not going to just jump straight into helping you however, and will always ask if he can first.

One of his favorite things to do for you is actually to cook and we already know he's pretty good at it. Whenever the two of you have gone out to a restaurant, he'll always ask your opinion on the food and then try to make a better version for you. He might get a little pouty if you say you like the restaurant's version better though, so watch out!

Overall, a relationship with Sakurai is a sweet one full of balance. You both bring out the best in each other and temper each other's worsts.

"What do you mean the cafe did it better?" There was a pout on Sakurai's lips as he gave you a half glare. The little baked confectionary he had tried to mimic was left half eaten on the plate. Before you could take another bite, he pulled it away. "No, you said it didn't taste right. I have to try again, Nin."

"Ryo, really, I was teasing!" you exclaimed, laughing as you tried to snatch the treat back, but he was holding it out of reach.

The pout on his face deepened for a second before melting away. Sakurai sighed. "Don't be so bratty or I won't bake for you anymore," he tutted. Both of you knew that was definitely a lie.

Match Up Requests are Closed

#I just couldn't get sakurai out of my head for you #I came back to this in my inbox like several times #and each time I read it sakurai just popped into my head #imagine knb valentine's event 2024 #sakurai

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wit-and-worry · 29 days

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There’s this slightly younger acquaintance I have(had?) who seems to enjoy my company, and with whom I’ve only had seemingly mutually enjoyable and lengthy conversations, but who doesn’t usually initiate contact. He doesn’t seem very online, and has a strong and tight circle of friends he likes. He’s interesting. He’s bright and respectful. He’s almost too polite, in person. But is it so hard to communicate with him over text. Mostly because he doesn’t text back, for whatever reason.

Before we got to talking on the last day of my senior year(he was a Junior at the time), I was frankly intimidated by him. He was the brightest kid in my Hnrs Physics class. He seemed to pick up the material like a pile of feathers. He seemed friendly and confident and put together. He was starkly unlike me. I was and still am struggling not to be a miserable slob with no concept of time or personal responsibility every day. What drew my interest in pursuing a friendship was his evident interest in the kind of literature I was interested in. I saw many Asimov books on his desk and in his hand throughout the year, but also some classics like Heart of Darkness(which I figured was for class but I’m not sure of now), and the Slaughterhouse Five(maybe Cat’s Cradle? I saw him carrying a Vonnegut novel for sure), and some others I can’t remember the names of now, and an anthology of Camus’ short stories. When I saw him with those books I felt like a dog seeing another dog for the first time. My brain went: oh shit! Dog dog dog dog! (gonna go on a tangent now) I’ve historically gravitated towards classic lit, primarily because I had the idea that reading influential works of literature and studying them would help make me a better writer. Not that I didn’t and don’t earnestly enjoy them. Much of classic literature carries me way out of the modern world without alienating me from humanity. I can usually rely on it to be somewhat deftly written and it’s fun to geek out over. It’s fun but lonely. It is also very intimate and rewarding.

When I meet people who share that passion, it implies to me that they have the patience and curiosity and courage it takes to appreciate it.

I admit that, initially, there was also a glamor to the idea of being a young person, having all of that high brow literature under my belt, and as a result being praised by teachers for being articulate and mature and all of that. It’s embarrassing to admit, even to myself, that my interest in classic literature is in part a consequence of my being given, as Savannah Brown once put it “well-timed praise”, but it is what it is.

I still do think that it is beneficial for those who are serious about writing to visit or revisit the work of influential writers. It’s just that now I feel a restless craving for transgressive art. I want to read the kind of fucked up and intimate fiction I want to write.

Anyway I started writing this post to bitch into the void to be honest, because I suspect that this acquaintance of mine isn’t interested in befriending me, and I’m bummed. I’ve reached out a few times either to start a conversation or schedule a hangout, but it’s getting to be a hassle. He has little reason to pursue my friendship, because he’s pretty content with his social life as it is. He’s pretty elusive. He’s apparently very busy. I’m not, which is why I’m pursuing. But I’m tired of making an ass of myself pursuing people. I’ve been the pursuer for most of my life. I might have to let this one go. Or just let him come to me, if he ever does. It’s weird. I’m overthinking this for sure. I just don’t want to drive him away. I think he’s cool, despite being a year younger than me lol. It may seem like I have a crush on this guy, but I promise that is not the case. I don’t want it to ever go there. He seems straight, besides. I’m just so lonely that it’s pathetic. It’s not gotten to the point that I will settle for anyone, but I hit it off with this guy in a way I haven’t with anyone in years. Hard not to want to relive that initial rush. I can’t help but wonder if I said something that creeped him out the last time we hung out. I can think of a few things that he may have misread, which keep me up at night. Well I don’t know what else to say so I’m going to stop here.

-some guy

#journal #boyblogging #bitching #lonely dude #late night post #ftm

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jacksonthelizardking · 7 months

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For those who have seen Teen Wolf, my version of Jackson is initially based off the show for his beginnings. He was arrogant, a bit cocky, always with a chip on his shoulder and a mouth vomiting out sarcasm. He has come to learn he is adopted and keeps most at arm's length. When his lacrosse teammate begins to best him at a sport that gave him his one accolade from others, he wanted to know how he got better. In time, he learns it was a wolf's bite that made his teammate, Scott better than he was. Jackson needed the title back so badly that he begged for the bite. Eventually, he got it but not with the results he hoped for.

Spoiler alert: He becomes something else first. A kanima.(A lizard like creature who is ruled by a master and made to kill.) In time, the wolf surfaces but this is almost the last we see of him again till season 6. I figured he needed development beyond this point. That is what you will find in writing with me here.

As a side note, I can leave the wolf part out of our story if you wish to write only human aspects. I am also open to adaptation. Let me know what you'd enjoy.

So, for starters, Jackson can be played in one of the three verses below:

One, high school student, probably before the werewolf bite.

Two, a college student who is very ambitious.

Three (and likely the most common) current day, post grad, living life.

Jackson is an adventurous fun-loving soul in the modern day and not as brash as in high school days. He has an alpha he loves, a best friend who shares his love of iced coffee, a dragon who has shown him true friendship, and a wolf brother who has guided him to be his best and to survive as a wolf. Along the way, he has sired pups of his own, whom he adores, and a kitten who wrapped around his heart. He loves a superhero, a fellow alpha, his wolf brothers (pack-mates) and others. His life is rich and exciting and he wants for nothing.

As a disclaimer, I suppose I should add that I am a multi-story writer. This does not mean I am intimate with everyone I write with, nor would I want to be. Hence why I say multi-story and not multi-lover. Also, I have both straight and gay friends, male and female and while Jackson knows he is gay now, not all his storylines will involve any aspect of his sexuality. Most won't in fact.

I abhor rule pages and having people sign and such so I will not bring that to you, but my one rule is that you are over 18 in real life. While I know that you may be talented, I do not feel it's appropriate for me. As for anything else ooc, I reserve that for story discussions and do not care to get personal. I do not care who plays what or try to connect with you other than in character.

Lastly, I have a very busy life away from here and ask for your patience when writing with me. I may love our story deeply, but sometimes I just cannot find enough hours in a day to get here for more than a quick status comment before passing out. It honestly never reflects on you, I swear.

Let the fun begin and message me to get something going.

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mischiefmaven · 2 years

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3 ways Elle encourages Tao to become a better person

Tao might be the most controversial character in the fandom. We have our baddies (Ben, Harry, David), our icons (Tori, Sarah Nelson, Aled/Isaac), and our romantic heroes (Narlie forever), but Tao is not that simple to categorize. On paper, Tao is everything you want from a friend: fiercely loyal, committed to friendship, and dedicated to protecting those he cares about. On the other hand, Tao is stubborn, opinionated, resistant to change, and makes lots of assumptions or jumps to conclusions, often to the detriment of his relationships. Every time I recommend Heartstopper, I get reaction texts from first-timers that read something like this: “I would die for Nick and Charlie…but ugh what’s Tao’s problem?”

I appreciate the expanded role that Tao got in the Netflix adaptation compared with the comic. The more I rewatched the show, the more I started to really love Tao. I also noticed something else: Elle is to Tao what Charlie is to Nick. Throughout the show, there are 3 main ways that Elle helps our favorite beanie-wearing film snob start to become a better version of himself, perhaps even his true self.

1. She calls out his bad behavior.

If Tao is being loud and obnoxious, Elle is the first to call it out. From the very first scene where we see them together in the same room, for the “emergency Charlie situation” in episode 2, Elle is not entertaining his nonsense:

T: Charlie literally won’t give up on this *straight* boy until we know for sure!

E: Oh my god, be quiet! Ok, slowly, what do you want?

When Tao is being a drama queen or catastrophizing a situation, Elle doesn’t let him get away with it. She tells him he’s being dramatic when he declares that Nick has “stolen” Charlie and initially when he makes her promise to always prioritize their friendship. She pushes him to think of others when he’s reacting badly, too, like when she urges him not to confront Charlie about Nick on his birthday, or when he’s a little too self-involved on the sidelines of the rugby match:

T: Charlie’s befriending bullies and our friendship group is falling apart, Elle. Take this seriously.

E: Hey! I didn’t come here and risk seeing all the Truham boys who used to pick on me just for you to tell me our friendship group is falling apart.

She teasingly calls him the “king of getting involved” and tries to get him to stop dwelling on his near-constant desire to talk about all the reasons he doesn’t like Nick. Elle also pokes fun at his tendency to be jealous in episode 3 when she tells him that her friends are going to Harry’s party and in episode 4 after he meets Tara and Darcy:

T: It was nice meeting your friends though.

E: Yeah?

T: Yeah. They seem cool.

E: They are.

T: Have they replaced us?

E: As if anyone could replace your incredibly annoying, loud presence in my life.

T: How dare you!

Elle is really the only one who calls Tao out, and she’s probably the only one he would listen to anyway, and I love her for it.

2. She helps him process his complicated emotions around change.

Tao really hates change, and his stress about it informs a lot of his motivations and actions throughout the show. Elle is the only person to whom Tao seems to confide about this in any serious way, and her reactions are so perfectly accepting and therapeutic. She sometimes prods him to reframe his perception about change, like during episode 3’s movie night:

E: Yeah. But sometimes change is a good thing…I was really scared no one would like me, so I didn’t even try talking to people at first. But then I realized I actually needed to put myself out there or I’d just be alone. So I think I’m going to be ok there, at Higgs. That’s a good change, right?

T: Yeah, that’s a good change.

In episode 7, she uses a combination of humor and empathy to try to show him that he will be ok. She doesn’t really try to solve everything for him; she’s just there for him when he needs it.

T: Sorry about earlier. I know it’s not your fault he hasn’t told me.

E: Charlie does want to tell you.

T: I think I know why he hasn’t. He thinks that I’ll accidentally say something stupid and out Nick to all of Nick’s mates. And obviously he cares more about Nick’s feelings than mine. Once you get into a relationship, friendships don’t matter anymore.

E: Or maybe he just thinks you’ll force Nick to watch Donnie Darko like you did with us.

T: Shut up! It’s a good movie! It’s just complicated! I don’t know why I’m so afraid of being alone.

E: That’s how I felt, my first term. I got scared. But everything turned out ok.

Elle seems to understand when to push Tao and when to give him a little room to process. That’s a hard balance for some people, but she’s such an observant and kind person that it seems to come naturally to her.

3. She makes Tao feel safe and gives him space to be silly.

In many scenes with his friends and classmates, Tao is at times brooding, competitive, sarcastic, and bossy. Yet every time we get a glimpse of Tao getting out of his own head long enough to joke around or have some light-hearted fun, Elle is at the center of it. At the sleepover at Charlie’s, he drops their serious discussion about Nick in the face of Elle’s criticism that he’s being annoying by performing his “interpretive dance.” He’s playful with her in the arcade and when they meet up at the milkshake café (their truly adorable fishing reel greeting is such an underrated gem of a moment). In episode 8, their run through the halls of Truham to the intro of “Close to You” is a moment of unburdened young joy that moves me every time. He has shown her his worst side and shared his deepest, darkest fears, and she still loves and accepts him. Indeed, Tao has never been happier and freer than he is in those episode 8 moments with Elle, and it leaves him emotionally open to realize his feelings for her are changing.

We don’t know a lot about Tao’s back story and why he is the way he is. I have a headcanon theory that his dad left the family when he was young, leading to abandonment issues. In the show, his self-awareness takes 2 steps forward and 1 step back several times, which I think is honestly a realistic portrayal of teen emotional growth. Elle is there to love and guide him, sometimes by challenging him and sometimes by giving him the space to figure things out on his own.

Love him or hate him, Tao is a fascinating and complex character. Sometimes it seems like his emotional intelligence is abysmal, but he's smart enough to know that everything is awful without Elle. So there’s hope for him yet.

#tao xu #tao x elle #elle argent #heartstopper #meta #alice oseman #tao xu fan club #userbarrow #taoelle

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transformhim · 3 years

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The Devil Next Door

Here’s one to kick off spooky szn 👹

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My name’s Cade, and I’m a recent university drop-out. At the time I moved back home, I felt like a total failure. My prospects were cut back significantly, I didn’t have any steady employment waiting for me on the other side, and worst of all it meant moving back in with my folks at 21. Honestly, it felt like I was destined for nothing but a life of total banality and disappointment.

Dropping out of college is rough, but it definitely helps having good friends around. Friends like Mr. Campbell. Well, I guess I should just call him Wes at this point. He always calls me Cade, so I should just call him Wes, right? Regardless, we’re well past being on a first name basis. Wes moved into our neighborhood shortly after I moved away for college, but I’ve gotten to know him a lot better than some of my friends since I came home.

He’s in his mid 40s or early 50s—I could never remember—working at some demanding job, so he used to pay me to mow his lawn once a week. Not that he was frail or anything; in fact he’s fitter than most people I know, including people my own age. I guess he just felt like more hands makes less work and he would save a lot of time if he had someone helping out. That’s how we got to know each other initially, and he seemed like a pretty cool, pretty chill guy upon my first impression of him. After a few months of mowing his lawn and doing other yard maintenance work, we started hanging out just for the hell of it. We’d hang out on his porch, drink, smoke some j’s, shoot the shit, whatever. After a few months of that, I started coming over to play poker with some of his work friends, who of course all happened to be the same brand of burly, buff, mature dude as Wes. By this point in our friendship, I had already moved out of my parent’s house, but I kept going over for some reason, call it loyalty. I noticed that pretty much all of his friends—all except for the women he brought around��were gay, and I soon figured out that he was too, thanks to some snooping in his bathroom while I was using it. I mean, straight guys don’t just keep an assortment of dildos, vibrators, anal beads, and more in a drawer in their bathroom, right?

That was totally fine by me, too. In the year I spent at college, I came to discover that I wasn’t 100% hetero myself, thanks to several drunken late nights with my pledge brothers in the frat I was rushing. In fact, I didn’t realize it at first but I was finding myself more and more attracted to Wes. I guess it started when I started mowing his lawn. He would come out to do some of his own garden work—pulling weeds, laying mulch, trimming hedges and shit—but, like me, would work without a shirt on. His wide, hairy chest and strong, hairy arms always made me swoon, and I know he’d caught me staring several times, only to smile it off.

It escalated during our porch sessions. Whenever he’d joke about something while we’d been drinking or smoking, we’d burst with laughter, but he slowly started to pat and rub my thighs as we laughed. I’d say nothing because… well, Hell, I wanted it to continue, and I made my own passes as well. I’d share similar seemingly innocuous touches with him, each time seeing how far I could rub up and into his thigh without him reacting. Several times, I swear I brushed the tip of his stiff cock head, but without any noticeable reaction from him; so, naturally, I let him do the same with me, and what should I care if he felt that I had a hard on (which he did, because I so often did around him).

Things really escalated during our poker nights. Since the closest guy my age in his friend group was 33—12 years my senior at this point—I was the resident cutie and was treated as such. When we all got drunk enough, we’d lose our shirts and start comparing muscles and size, and of course I always had the sharpest and tightest form out of all of us. We’d take our shirts off and show off for each other, but everyone couldn’t wait until it was my turn. I’d slowly remove my button down in a poorly done strip tease while the gang cheered and laughed, and pop a few poses, showing off my former swim team captain bod. I’d gotten much more fit since I started working for Wes, and I think he liked that, watching what he saw as his creation behaving with such confident sexuality. Everyone would touch and feel my bulging arms and broad chest as I flexed them, but I always felt like it was a 75% joking, 25% horny interaction. Except with Wes… no, his touches always felt like those of a lover; gentle every time but always lingering longer in eagerness on my skin. I loved it, even more so because it gave me an opportunity to feel up his muscle tits while he felt me up. I’ve always been a pecs & boob guy, and Wes had simply mouthwatering, hairy, juicy pecs, blossomed from his time on his university’s wrestling team and maintained by his years on his job, whatever that was. I could never see them from my vantage during these impromptu lap dances, but Wes told me that his friends would always smirk and roll their eyes at us—I could only guess that it was because of the clearly mutual but mysteriously unaddressed attraction between the two of us.

Unaddressed, that is, until last night. When I was fondling Wes’s pecs for the dozenth time, he actually bounced them for me for the first time, alternating under my touch between the left and right, and gave me a sultry wink. He then wrapped his hand around my upper thighs near my ass and squeezed. It was almost enough for me to cream my shorts right then. The night continued as it always did—more casual lusting, more drinks, more games of poker, more jokes—until midnight rolled around, which was usually our cue to head back to our respective homes.

As we all head to the door, Wes ushering us out, standing just behind me. Then I felt it. Wes’s large but soft hands suddenly started rubbing my lower back. He continued leading us out, saying his goodbyes and cracking more jokes, as I felt his hand reach up under the back of my shirt and down into the waistband of my shorts and briefs. We were basically the same height but he felt larger to me in that moment, call it the submissive side of me. Now at the door, the first of his friends were walking out and stumbling their cars while everyone continued to say their goodbyes, as Wes hungrily rubbed, squeezed, and groped my round, firm, bare ass. I swooned and leaned against his touch, trying my hardest to maintain the secret and keep my composure, as the last of his friends trickled out.

He playfully smacked my ass when it was my turn to exit, quickly pulling his hand out ushering me forward by my bottom, slyly pinching my right cheek as he did. Now in the late night air, I turned around with a fully obvious hard on and grinned drunkenly at him. I could hear everyone’s cars turning over and pulling out of the driveway behind us, and he just returned the grin.

“I’ll catch you later, Cade.” He said simply with a wink, stepped back in, and closed the door.

I held my breath so as not to jizz buckets on Wes’s front porch and made my way to my car, somewhat dejected. So what, after all of that, he couldn’t simply invite me back in? What the Hell! I got into my car, but I didn’t plan on heading anywhere until I took care of business. I sat in the driver’s seat, pulled off my shirt, whipped out my throbbing dick and spanked my meat as I watched him clean up for the night from his living room window, tugging my balls and pinching my nipples until I came like a hydrant all over my chest and torso. I drove home in silence with the windows down, my shirt still off, my drying seed crusting against my faint red chest and ab hair, and my mind racing.

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I woke up this morning with a fucking thunderstorm of a headache. I rolled out of bed, stumbling to my feet and stubbing my toe on one of my bed’s cold metal legs, cursing between groans and cursing myself for dipping into my personal booze supply when I returned home late last night. This was going to be a bitch of a day if I didn’t get some relief soon. Nothing like some hair of the dog.

I shuffled to my kitchen in my briefs, wincing at the light that poured out of the refrigerator, and pulling out a bottle of brew. I looked at the stove and saw 10:37 AM on its clock, groaning and rubbing my eyes, shocked that I allowed myself to sleep in so late. I took my first pull of the beer, it’s foamy coolness rushing down my throat and feeling like the much needed medicine that it was. Thank god for Saturdays. I figured I would just stay in, recover, do some exercises, do some cleaning, maybe watch my former university’s football game on TV, game a little maybe…

I took another pull and scratched my itching ass cheek, stopping suddenly as I felt the sensation of a hand on my ass, remembering the events of last night. The phantom feeling of Wes’s hand against my bare ass sent waves of exhilaration through me, and I exhaled a heavy, ecstatic breath. Last night was the pinnacle of the mountain of signals Wes and I had been sending each other, but I still couldn’t believe it actually happened. I would’ve doubted it too if I didn’t remember the exact feeling of Wes’s hand against me. I didn’t realize it at the time, but I had gone full mast in my briefs remembering the moment.

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

The sounds of knocking against my door sounded like cannon fire to my ears. I thought to myself, ‘Who the fuck would be knocking at this time on a Saturday,’ but quickly corrected myself noting that it was nearly 11. My head was pounding and the noise was like an ice pick against my ear drums.

*KNOCK KNOCK*

I had spent so much time in misery that realized I hadn’t answered the door. The knocks were still just as piercing.

“Coming! Coming,” I groaned in a monotone, shuffling to the door. I undid the latches and opened the door, immediately regretting my decision. The light poured into my TV room and damn near blinded me. In retrospect, it probably wasn’t so bright, thanks to my awning and my west-facing entry, but I was absolutely decimated by its brilliance, throwing thumb tacks into my head that already felt like it was swimming with shattered glass. But then I made out a shape as my eyes adjusted. A tall, broad shape.

“Speak of the devil,” I groaned, forcing a smile at Wes, upset that he was seeing me so hungover.

“.. and he shall appear!” Wes chirped, putting his hands in his pockets and smiling. He was wearing a crisp, short sleeved, pink button down, some olive slacks that had been rolled up in cuffs, and white dock shoes. He always dressed very well, even in a casual setting, one of the things I loved about him. I looked at him with furrowed brows, unsure of what he meant.

“It-It’s the rest of the saying. Y’know… ‘Speak of th-‘… Aahh, it’s not important.” He huffed a small laugh. He took a second and looked me over. “I’m sorry, did I wake you?”

“No! No, I’ve been up for a minute, I just-…” My heart dropped, realizing that I was still only in my briefs. It dropped even further when I realized that I was still fully erect from my time in the kitchen, reminiscing on last night’s antics. I tried my best to cover myself without implying too much panic, but it was difficult considering my above-average size and how much it pulled forward the rest of the fabric in my briefs. “Shit, man, I’m so sorry, I think it’s still a bit of morning wood…”

He cocked his head back with a knowing smirk, “Dude, I think you know I don’t mind.” He was right. We’d almost gotten there last night, but I guess his love language was anticipation. I just smiled back, still covering myself out of pure instinct, but slowly letting my hands fall away. My meat still pulled away at the fabric, giving Wes a bit more of a glimpse of my red pubes nestled in the front of my waist where my cum gutters met in a defined V. He looked me up and down, sizing me up and drinking in all I had to offer. I wanted to tell him that fair is fair and he should strip down too—but again, anticipation. He took in a slow heavy inhale and then met my eyes again, “You mind if I come in?”

I smiled stepped aside and spread my arm inwards, gesturing him in. As he walked in, he spent a few seconds just wandering around. He scanned my living room, tilted his torso a bit to look at my kitchen, took a few steps down a hallway that couldn’t have been 4 feet deep and leaned against the door frame outside my bedroom to peer inside and pivoted, turning to look at me through the mirror hanging in the tiny hallway, and nodding approvingly with his lips pursed. I felt a little sting of embarrassment that Wes could see every corner of my entire residence in what had to have been at most 10 footsteps. His home was so dazzlingly decorated, littered with artifacts from all over the world that looked to be older than European colonialism in the Americas—some way older. I was also feeling extremely horny, on account of the fact that my number 1 crush was touring my apartment, and the fact that his clothes were looking way tighter than I thought they were when I opened the door…

“Cozy place…” he said sweetly.

“Cozy is just a polite way to say shitty,” I chuckled and he did too, shrugging at the accuracy of the statement. Sensing a lull in the conversation, I crossed my arms. I always liked the way my arms looked crossed, it always accentuated my musculature well. He seemed to like it too, chewing the inside of his bottom lip as he looked me over again.

“Can we talk about us?” Wes’s question took me off guard.

“Us?”

“Yeah, man, us. Who we could be.”

I guess my boner wasn’t going to go down. I can’t say I haven’t thought of this before, I was just surprised that it was being brought up at all. I sighed, “Yeah, I think I’d like that. Where do you want to start?”

“Well, if we were to start anywhere, I would want to start by grabbing two handfuls of that ass again. Maybe put my face between your cheeks,” Wes grinned as he nodded his head back and forth. My mouth dropped in a surprised gaping smile, my cock dully pulsing harder in my briefs. “But I want to start where I said: us… about who we could be.”

“I can’t say I haven’t thought of it before. I mean, we do have a slight age gap between the two o—what, what’s so funny?!”

Wes had started chuckling in the middle of my statement, and I also noticed him pulling at his collar like it was tightening on him. What’s more, he looked to be blushing deep red from embarrassment, but embarrassment wasn’t really Wes’s thing. He spat a few more laughs, holding up a hand, “Oh, we have a significant age gap, Cade.”

I smiled and furrowed my brow, “By what?! 20 years, give or take? That’s nothing.”

Wes kept chuckling, “More. Way more. More than you could possibly comprehend.” Some unseen, unknowable thing felt as though it spun in the air in my small apartment, like a shift in atmosphere or something. I would’ve said it was a draft, but there wasn’t a chill at all. In fact, I could swear it was getting warmer.

“What are you saying, dude?”

Wes took a few steps towards me, biting his lower lip. His teeth looked pearly white, but somehow sharper? He looked flush, too—either that or he had a wicked sunburn that I hadn’t seen before. Additionally, his shirt again looked tighter… but like, noticeably, absurdly tighter. The fabric was now stretching across his chest and abs, making narrow holes between the buttons where I could catch a peek at his hairy, firm, strangely reddening skin. The hem of his shirt had rode up his lower abdominals, exposing his midriff. I heard a small tear and I looked down to see the seams on the inside thighs of his pants had split, the rest of his pants were literally holding on by threads as his pants grew tighter and tighter around his legs. I was getting rock fucking hard at the sight of this. His ass seemed rounder and larger, even from my front-facing vantage of him, and his package was a huge, lumpy mass on his waist. The reddening of his skin kept progressing deeper and richer in color.

“What I’m saying, Cade, babe,” he began in a deeper, grumbling voice, reaching down and taking my hand into his, which I felt was almost too hot to the touch. He brought my hand down and placed it over his bulging package, and I could feel his impossibly huge and hot shaft twitching and snaking larger and longer, along with a definite feeling of something churning, under my touch. His buttons began to fail, popping off his shirt and softly colliding into my chest and face. “Is that I’m fucking eternal.”

I saw the irises in his eyes suddenly become a glowing, golden hue and he took in a quick, intense breath with an exhilarated, open-mouthed grin painted across his face, his sharp, pearly whites on full display. Then he grew.

As if a dam had just broken inside of him, Wes leaned his head back and let out a prolonged, animalistic, thundering moan as his body lurched, bubbled, and bursted huge and tall right in front of me. His moaning was laced with slight laughter as his neck and limbs stretched longer and twisted and pumped larger. His shirt and pants exploded off of him like tissue paper. His cock sprung loose from his pants and my hand, and slapped against my lower abs, gushing some warm, pink syrup against them and leaving a wide, sticky trail behind as it continued to swell larger and drag up into my upper abdominals. His muscles twisted and swelled larger and larger, stretching his red skin and making him look like a bodybuilder model beefcake. The hair on his head and body grew denser, darker, and sleeker as his body excreted a sweet, musky oil. As his hands and feet swelled larger, I saw that his nails darkened to a shiny black and extended from his digits in sharp, pointed claws. I heard a dull thump and looked down to see that a thick, red tail had dropped from behind him and started to coil, it’s barbed end coming to life under his control. I looked up to see his grinning, ecstatic face pointed towards the ceiling—to which he was becoming dangerously close—and swooned as I watched his lower jaw sprout upwards a thin, small set of tusks out from bottom row of teeth, as well as two dark horns growing up and out of his hairline and curving back with the curvature of his head. His face appeared to stretch and broaden, becoming almost cartoonishly square and sculpted. I almost fainted when I heard a windy rustling sound behind us and watched two massive, bat-like, red wings unfurl behind him, stretching from wall to wall in my living room and then some. He was easily 4 feet taller and broader than he was before, and definitely hundreds of pounds heavier (thank goodness for bottom floor apartments).

He stood there for a moment, taking deep, husky breaths, his shining, red, nude body glistening with oil and moisture in my shockingly warm apartment, more and more heat radiating from his body. He looked down at me with his following golden eyes, grinning widely and staring at me hungrily.

“So..” he grumbled deeply, the first word he’d spoken since he hulked out in the middle of my living room.

“So…” I answered back, stepping away from him so his heavy cock wasn’t resting uncomfortably against my chest. It dropped and drooled more of the pink whatever-it-was that coming out of it onto my carpet. I wasn’t in the least scared, but rather more turned on than I’d ever been in my life.

“Do you know who I am? What.. I am?” His wings twitched a little behind him and his long, barbed tail beat the carpet and furniture behind him dully.

“Yeah, I think I could come up with a few ideas… but you know I don’t buy into labels. You’re Wes, babe.” I brought a hand up and rubbed his side, what would’ve been where his forearms were under normal circumstances, but now about where his lower torso met his hips and thighs. “Wait, so… are you Wes or are you… y’know, Him.”

“Ah, clearly we *do* care about labels, then,” he teased, winking down at me.

“Just a little,” I laughed, drinking in the impossibly tight and powerful man—if he was at all a man—in front of me.

He smiled, “Both. Both Wes.. and ‘Him,’ as you call me… and so, so much more.”

“Wow,” I touched his hands and claws, bringing my other hand up to feel his firm lower torso.

He looked down at me with a glimmer in his eye, his grin widening, “Are demonstrations in order?”

“Was that not demonstration enough?”

He let out a deep, almost monstrous chuckle, “You’re not easily turned away. I’ve always loved that about you. I’ve always loved *a lot* about you.”

“Always?”

“I’ve been with you longer than you may realize. With all of humanity, really, but especially you. You’ve always radiated an aura that promises extreme potential. And I must admit that I love the way you look at me.”

I got chills, actually flattered that someone as ancient and as cosmic as him could see something—anything at all—in me. It almost made me emotional.

“The feelings are mutual, man. I mean, certainly not in the ‘been with you for years, seeing your aura’ sort of way, but I could tell that we’ve been falling in love for a while now, Wes. I’ve started to see myself ending up with you somewhere along the line. Still do, really.”

He let out a grumbling, prolonged, and satisfied sigh, “It gives me tremendous pleasure to hear you say that, Cade. It makes my next offer so much easier to ask.”

“Oh, I’m on pins and needles. Which is?”

He took a step towards me and held out a massive hand, his claws shining black and threatening but I didn’t feel even a hint of fear. I took his hand in my own, only really being able to grab a few long, red fingers.

“It’s about Us, Cade. I want there to be an Us. I want there to be a unified You.. and Me.”

“Yes. The answer’s obviously yes. I’m totally willing to date you, marry you even.”

“I’m touched, and while, again, the feeling is mutual, this arrangement would be much more… intimate.”

“Okay… Uhm.. Wait, I’m lost, what do you mean?”

“I mean, Cade, that we would walk this earth, together and for eternity, as one. One man. One vessel. One body.”

I was floored by the wording. I was totally and speechlessly confused.

“W-what d’you mean—I, who, uhm.. h-how,” I wanted to answer another emphatic ‘Yes!’ but my mind was racing over the meaning and the possibilities.

Before I could stammer out the rest of the nothing I was saying, Wes let go of my hand and reached up to cup my head in his massive hand. I felt his long, black claws touch and sink slightly into the back of my head—not in the least painfully, not even drawing blood—while his enormous wings wrapped around me, and then my mind was launched into infinity.

———

“You… and me,” his voice thundered in my head as I felt my consciousness catapult through the cosmos, passing star formations and galaxies no human eye has ever seen. “The infinite realm of existence… right at our fingertips,” I could see myself now approaching Earth, launching into its atmosphere, seeing the formation of mountains and landforms and exploding volcanos. “Your consciousness, your wisdom, your experience, mingling with my own,” I saw the evolution of Man within seconds, from the microorganisms in the sea, to the sea creatures, to our first walks on land, to the trees, to building fires and making weapons, to the establishment of civilization. “As well as the consciousness, wisdom, and experience of all of my many lives and lovers before you… and including you,” I could see the many faces of men he had worn in the past flash before me in a matter of seconds. Thousands of men, of all races and ethnicities, each of them remarkable specimens of male beauty, each of them having lived unnaturally long and rich lives, all of them throughout time and eventually up to Wes’s likeness. I could still see and hear them within the limitless consciousness of the entity himself, still soaking up the pleasures of the world, still living through the one that goes by many names but whom I came to know as Wes. “You will live long, live well, and see and experience things your mind would never think was possible,” I then saw all of the culture and ability of humankind stretch before me; art, literature, music, history, science, philosophy, mathematics, politics, athleticism… All of the abilities of man were at my fingertips. I just had to reach out, and… “All of it and infinitely more can be yours, as well as mine.”

———

My consciousness was launched back into my apartment and back into my body at breakneck speed, causing me to stumble back into the protection of his wings as his hand disconnected from my head. He smiled down at me as he watched my eyes spin around the room, still trying to gather myself from the billions of years I had just traveled through in the span of seconds. However, even as I took several panting breaths trying to gather my thoughts, I could immediately tell that my killer hangover was finally over. My hard-on, on the other hand, was raging harder than it ever had before. Before I even knew that his massive frame had approached me with catlike swiftness, he reached down and scooped my package out of its confines.

“I can take you the deepest, most secret possibilities of human pleasure,” he grumbled into my ear, his hot breath mingling with the heat radiating off his body and sending shivers of excitement through my body as I felt my cock in his hand for the first time. His touch felt incredible and right—feeling unnaturally warm but also uncannily soft and oily—but what he did next set me off. He stroked his hand up and down a little, making sure I was at the optimal length and hardness, and curved his thumb down to sink one of his black claws into my slit. I didn’t feel any pain whatsoever, but instead I felt the most intense, mind-shattering orgasm of my life. Immediately, I began to fire ropes and ropes and ropes of spunk, seemingly unending and soaking his claw, hand, and the floor below me. “No man or woman would be able to resist you. You would become the walking embodiment of lust and desire,” I continued bucking into his hand, still unloading my seemingly endless squirting, gasping and groaning in ecstasy, and he smiled down at me and rolled out his tongue. It snaked out longer and I could feel it begin to lick in and around my ears, until finally it plunged into my ear canal. I expected loads of discomfort but I encountered none as his mouth connected to the side of my head and his tongue slipped deeper into my head and seemed to wrap itself around my brain, licking and sliding over each and every fold of its anatomy. As he frenched my ears, I felt sensations all over my body that I’d never felt before. It felt like a simultaneous licking, sucking, massaging, and worshiping of every square inch of my body, and it also felt like what must’ve been the largest and most intense vibrator had slipped into my rectum and was stimulating me from the inside. “Do you feel it, Cade? Sensations beyond your comprehension? This is merely a taste of what you can experience every day.” When it seemed like my head would explode from the sheer and overwhelming flood of sensations of stimulations, he dislodged his claw from my slit, immediately causing my unloading to cease, and pulled away from my ear, his tongue unwrapping from my brain and sliding out. I could hear it’s wet meatiness sliding through my head as he pulled out of me until he finally was loose. I opened my eyes looked up, watching the rest of his long, wet tongue slurp back into his mouth as he smacked his lips with a grin.

“Holy…. Holy fucking SHIT, Wes,” I panted, my hands falling to my knees as I caught my breath from the most intense rush of pleasure I’d ever experienced in my life. He grinned sweetly as he brought his hand to his lips and slowly licked his fingers and palms clean of my seed. I looked down to see a carpet that was positively soaked with jizz below me, certainly more than I think I’ve ever expelled in my life combined, way out of the norm of human possibility. He had done this to me. And I could have it all.

“Yes, you *could* have it all, Cade,” he smiled down at me, licking his lips and wiping his saliva-wet hand off on his rippling side muscles, having clearly just read my mind. “My abilities and immortality,” he stretched out his red, left arm down with his palms open. “My knowledge and divinity,” he stretched out his right arm in a similar fashion. “My power,” he closed his open palms into clenched fists and flexed. While he flexed, the ground seemed to rumble beneath us and the room inexplicably grew darker as his body glowed red and radiated an almost unbearably intense heat. As he did, his stature seemed to rise and widen even further, his body taking on even more size and muscle. He would soon burst through the ceiling and into the floor above his if he wasn’t careful. His body relaxed, but he stood about a foot taller but several feet wider and maybe 100 lbs. heavier than he was before. He looked down at me again and smiled sweetly and widely.

“All it takes,” he spoke now in a soft tone, “Is for you to say yes.”

“Yes.” The suddenness of my response surprised even me. It was as though my mind had already done all of the thinking it needed to, which was sort of right. Wes was offering me the chance—right here, right now—to live an eternity of unlimited experiences, impossible pleasure, and immeasurable power. All at a time where I thought my life was going nowhere, that my best chance was to ride the coattails of someone more accomplished. Someone like Wes. Yes! Of course the answer is yes, how could it not be?!

“Yes. Yes, yes, yes, a million times yes.”

Wes looked down at me and beamed, his pearly white, sharp teeth meeting neatly against each other and his small tusks pointing upwards. He quickly leaned down and planted a wet kiss on my mouth, leaving it there and inhaling my breath for a while, bringing a massive hand up to stroke my cheek and hair. Wes always loved my red hair, I was only now just getting the irony of that. I allowed my tongue to explore his infernal mouth and tangle with his own. He reached down and squeezed my ass roughly with both hands as I caressed his rippling back. He disconnected suddenly and held my head between both of his hands.

“Thank you, Cade,” he began, his voice full of excitement but also love. “Thank you. You will not regret this. In fact, forget about the very concept of regret. Forget about regret, forget about shame, forget about limitations. We’re about to create something new, something powerful.”

I was ridiculously excited for what was to come. How were we going to merge together? What would be the first thing we did together? As I pondered the possibilities, his long, thick tail came around to the front of him and coiled itself around his mammoth shaft. It appeared to writhe and squeeze a little, gently stimulating it.

“So what do I do? How are we gonna… I don’t know, do this?”

He smirked and looked down at himself as the barbed end of his tail snaked forward and back, angling itself towards his gaping slit, still seeping that weird pink syrupy stuff. It swiftly entered and began to slither around inside of him for a second as he threw his head back and groaned with a smile. It came out coated in the stuff, dripping with it slightly, and his tail uncoiled itself, allowing the tip to travel upwards towards my face.

“This is step one.” He stated simply, his dripping tail hovering in front of my face.

I looked at the substance dripping and tried to stop my mouth from watering, “What, uhh.. What does it do?”

“It readies your body,” he said with a grin. He reached a hand up and began rubbing my arms and shoulders pensively, “The human body is simply not equipped for the transformative process that occurs during the fusing of our essences. This.. let’s call it an elixir, makes your physical form more adjustable, malleable, inhabitable. Trust me, you’ll enjoy it.”

“Oh… Sooooo just drink this.. and then?”

“And then, I enter you. Simple.”

I swallowed, nodding my head, “And will it hurt?”

“Yes, my love,” he answered with a grin, lifting my chin up to face him with a long, red finger. “In ways you would want to experience over and over and over again.”

I smiled back at him and he slowly lifted a clawed hand up to my lips. One long, black claw snaked its way past my lips and between my teeth, gently prying my mouth open. I eagerly obeyed and watched as the barbed end of his tail approached my mouth. It slid inside and slathered a thick helping of it on my tongue, rolling over and over and making sure I drank every last drop. It felt smooth and creamy in my mouth and I immediately swallowed it. You know that sensation you get when you swallow pop rocks in your stomach? It felt like that mixed with a kind of icy-hot wave radiating through me. I felt myself… I guess the word would be loosen. I didn’t feel like my body was falling apart, but I definitely felt as if I weren’t held together as tightly as before. It felt liberating, and incredibly sexy.

“Damnnnn, you weren’t kidding about that stufffff,” I slurred, suddenly feeling like I was weightless and floating, like an intense high.

“Indeed,” he said, dropping his hands lower and hooking his claws under the waistband of my briefs. He hooked the sides of the garment with his black claws and lightly pulled upwards, causing it to tear cleanly on both sides, splitting it in half and making my briefs to fall to the floor, my fat cock springing up and slapping my abs. He chuckled and leaned in to whisper into my ear. “And so it begins.”

Wes stepped back from me, still smiling. All sounds appeared to leave the room, not even the machinery from the apartment’s landscaping workers outside made a sound. The light around us dimmed much darker, as though heavy clouds descended over us outside, but I couldn’t see any sign of such. In the fainter light, his golden eyes glowed brighter and his white teeth shown more dazzling as his grin widened. The ground, hell even the air seemed to rumble and shake as he suddenly rose off the ground, appearing to levitate. He could only go so high since he was basically scraping the ceiling with his head already, but he began to change again.

His body appeared to be disintegrating into thick, red smoke that began to circle around him as a fierce, hot wind kicked up in my apartment. His lower half was basically gone and viciously spinning around him in a thick cloud as his cock, ass, hips, and arms began to disintegrate too. He appeared to be thoroughly enjoying this transition, his head had rocked back and a contorted look of ecstasy spread across his face. His breathing quickened and his pecs heaved and jiggled—and from my point of view, even began to swell bigger—before disintegrating with the rest of his body. He opened his eyes one last time to me and winked with one of his sexy grins. “To new beginnings,” he offered his final toast in a moan as the rest of his head was consumed by the swirling, thick, red vortex.

He was essentially a column of churning smoke now, still in the same position where he was but in a completely different form. I could still hear him somehow, his deep, ecstatic moans—sounding more spectral and disembodied—filling my apartment, with a slight hint of laughter or humor in his voice. He really must be enjoying this. The air continued to rumble as the speed of the churning kicked up and began to look more violent. Dark flashes emanated from within the column as the speed kicked up even more, and thin, black lightning cracks popped out of the sides and struck parts of my apartment leaving tiny scorched marks. The spinning mass of smoke before me whipped up even quicker in pace and now resembled a miniaturized cyclone standing in the middle of my living room, throwing black lightning throughout the room and moaning in fits of arousal.

The cyclone then moved towards me, but I didn’t feel the need to retreat at all. This was my lover approaching, coming to merge with me and invade my senses. No, I felt zero fear and I was rock hard. The viciously swirling column of smoke moved past me, through me, and now enveloped me into the center of its mass. I could feel Wes all around me, Wes and so many more souls, feeling both his and their essences in the churning fog that whipped past me, and was ready for whatever he needed to do.

I felt something large yet soft and painless plunge into my exposed hole behind me, and looked back to see a thick tendril of the smoke had plunged itself into me and was filling me up. I groaned and leaned against the force as it continuously moved over and stimulated my prostate, feeling better than any sensation I’ve ever experienced up there. Then I felt a similar soft and painless pressure arising in my cock and I looked down to see a thinner yet still thick tendril had plunged into my slit and was feeding into my body from my cock. I couldn’t help but wheeze in laughter as I watched my meat seem to drink it in, pulsating larger and feeling like it was sucking in as much as it could and as quickly as it could. I decided to play along and grinned widely, opening my mouth and slicking my long tongue out onto my chin, willingly opening myself to Wes so he could fill me up. The dark clouds swirling around me seemed to hum with laughter as a final tendril, this one thicker and somehow more eager, extended itself from the swirling mass and plunged into my mouth and down my throat. My lips closed around it and I began sucking it in and drinking it down as quickly as I could, and I could taste Wes’s powerful musk—the one he always wore but amplified 10 times in his transformed form as he stood in my living room—as the mass passed over my tongue. I looked around, shocked that I was now levitating, held up by some unseen force as my holes were filled by Wes, Him, and the many many bodies He’d inhabited throughout humanity entering me. I noticed the light beginning to return to the room as the cyclone had nearly completely disappeared, it’s contents now swirling throughout my body. The sensations on my front and back quickly dissipated as the last of it slipped inside me, and my lips finally closed after sucking in the tail end of the red smoke.

Only then did I realize that I was still levitating, but the unseen force dropped me gently down from my hovering position in my living room. I landed on my feet and looked down at myself. He was here, he was in me, that much I knew, but I could also feel a flooding of senses, or memories, of knowledge collected throughout his many lives. I now existed as a Legion, one body consisting of thousands of lives. I knew their loves, their stories, their experiences, and their pleasures, and I could feel their souls envelope my own, feeling unspeakably reassuring and enriching.

My body, however—from what I could tell—was still the same, my cock was still stiff, and there were torn papers still lazily floating down from the recent sudden whirlwind, but… nothing really changed.

Suddenly, I heard an echoing voice coming from my head, not speaking through me but speaking to me, chuckling, “I see you were expecting some change. That’s up to you, Cade. You need only will it to happen…” I heard ‘will it to happen’ echoing through my head in a chorus of different voices.

Confusion pierced through me; I only needed to will it? That’s the exact kind of cryptic non-advice that I expected to come from someone as ancient and all-knowing as Him… er, Wes… or I guess me now. ‘Will it,’ okay then I guess I’m gonna ‘will’ my body into shape, whatever that means.

I tightened my hands into fists and looked down at my arms…. and waited.. and waited…. nothing was coming, but I could see myself picturing it in my mind, my arms bigger than they already were, my strength increased, my—… and that’s when it happened.

“OOOooohhh,” I moaned suddenly, shocked by the intensely pleasurable pressure buildup in my arms as they stretched longer and swelled, new muscles writhing and bulging out under my skin like twisting pythons. They looked totally unlike the rest of my body, toned and sinewy like a body builder. I let out a breathy laugh, feeling the weight of my arms pulling at my shoulders and stretching my skin. I could barely hold it up with my comparably weak shoulder strength, but when I did I popped it into a firm flex. I could feel the strength of them, it wasn’t some false or phantom sensation, no, these were fully my arms, and I had just grown them bigger than I probably ever could…

My cock pulsated eagerly in the air, drooling a thick drop of pre onto my carpet in anticipation. The possibilities… were endless.

“See? You’re a natural,” his voice returned. “Now…. Flex for me, Cade. I want you to enjoy this. I want you to become your own fantasy. I want you, Cade, to GROW.”

That was enough encouragement for me. I rolled my head back and groaned loudly to the ceiling with a drunken smile plastered across my face and twisted my arms back in a flex that would target my chest, back, and shoulders.

“RRNNNGGGggoooooooo FUCK YEEEAAHH!” I bellowed, feeling the sensuous pleasure mounting all over my body as I quickly swelled large and powerful. For my chest and shoulders, in my head I was picturing Dane de Bruin but triple the size, and my body definitely delivered. Thick, juicy slabs of muscle exploded onto my chest, so large that they immediately came into my line of vision, as my shoulders rolled and rounded into powerful balls with much of its musculature curving and spinning up to my expanding, thickening neck. As my back widened and burst into twisting coils of muscle, I focused my intention on my abs, flexing them hard until I saw them begin to audibly pop out individually, larger and thicker, adding several more rows of abs as it did and forming into an impenetrable muscle gut.

“HOOOOOOOOLY SSSSSHHHHHHiiiiittttt,” I groaned as the growth naturally progressed down my legs, which had lengthened considerably to accommodate my transformation. My thighs inflated so quickly and so thickly that they almost crushed my balls in the process and I could feel my calves hardening into athletic, curving stacks of muscle, hard as diamonds. I looked down at my feet, underwhelmed with their current size. I’ve always resented having tiny feet, and today I aimed to change that. I lifted my right foot up, rolled my foot around, curled my toes and stretched them, chuckling madly as I watched them thicken, broaden, and lengthen larger, dropping my right foot and then doing the same on the left. I didn’t realize I could get so hard or derive so much pleasure from watching my feet burst to the size of a giant’s. I laughed as I looked down at my shoes by the door, realizing that they likely wouldn’t even fit my new big toes.

I pivoted to look back at my ass, surprised at how flexible I still was, considering my now-impossibly larger and harder frame. What I was missing now was a big, round, and tight stripper’s ass. I remembered that one of my pledge brothers in college had the biggest, juiciest, most fuckable ass I’d ever laid eyes on or slipped my dick into, and I focused next on that. I was aiming to rival or even surpass him. I put my hands on my knees and looked back as I clenched my ass. I smiled as I watched it immediately begin to swell huge and sculpted behind me, but I needed it to be more round, more to hold onto. I smiled wider, still looking back at it, and began to force my pelvic muscles downwards, as though I was taking a massive shit. Instead, I let out more breathy chuckles as I watched it contort and jiggle as it inflated larger. It’s musculature and roundness connected perfectly with my lower back and upper thighs and I stood up to admire my work, stepping over to the mirror in the “hallway” approaching my bedroom. I put my middle fingers underneath both cheeks and pumped them up and down, watching with intense satisfaction as my huge ass bounced enticingly yet still stiffly behind me. I shook my hips and felt it move and pivoted again to get a head-on look at it in the mirror. I spread my cheeks apart and looked through the mirror, getting a look at my hairless rosebud, seemingly puckering at me and wishing for me to fill it. ‘Oh yeah,’ I thought with a chuckle, ‘I’d fuck me.’

I couldn’t help but laugh throughout what was happening to me and noticed my voice was still in its regular pitch. I looked at my new body in the mirror, knowing someone as huge and stacked as me needed something deeper.

“Hey.” I said, nothing different.

I cleared my throat, “Hey.” A little better, a little deeper, but still not all the way there.

I rubbed my throat, clearing it again, and felt my adam’s apple jut out further and the inside of my throat opened up, seeming making it larger and cavernous.

“Hey,” There it was, that’s the depth I was looking for. I’ll admit, startled myself a bit at first, noticing it was still unmistakably my voice but deeper and goddamn sexier than ever before. It was perhaps the sexiest voice I’ve heard. It made my own cock twitch and my hole tingle. I wanted to hear more of it.

“You’re one sexy fuckin’ beast, aren’t you?” I said to my reflection, putting my hand against the wall and leaning in. “You’re as big as a barn, bigger than any body builder, huh?” I put my other hand against the wall, supporting my full weight against the mirror and checking out the underside of my arms. “You could be as big as a mountain, couldn’t you? If you wanted to, you’d—..” I caught a whiff of my musk wafting up from my pits. Something then snapped in me. I went completely feral at that point, my senses had taken over.

“OOOoooohhhh, you smelly hunk of man,” A low grumble emanated from deep within me and I lost control of how I would choose to change my body. Any changes from now on were purely libido-driven. “You dirty, smelly boy.. Check out how fuckin’ rank you are.” I tilted my head down and inhaled deeply, taking in more of my musk, and stuck out my suddenly lengthened tongue and licked up and down my own hair pits. My balls drooped lower and swelled heavier and larger within their sack. “GGUUUUUUHHHH, YOU’RE A SEX MACHINE, YOURE A LIVING, BREATHING GOD OF FUCKIN’,” My voice dropped even lower and deeper, sounding more animal than human, as my right hand traveled lower to my cock. It lurched and pulsed intensely upon my touch, as though it was jealous it hadn’t had the chance to grow huge like the rest of me. As if to play catch-up, it started surging unspeakably huger and longer with each slow, lengthy pump. In what felt like couldn’t have been more than 10 pumps, it had already risen to my chest and was thicker than a two liter, making me glisten with the pre it spat against me as it surged bigger and bigger. “HELL YEEEAAAAHH BABE, I’M FUCKIN’ ETERNAL, I’M A FUCKIN’ GOD NOW!!” I could feel the ground trembling below me and voices laughing and moaning within me as I watched myself rise higher, steadily gaining more height and weight as my musculature grew proportionally. The hair on my head, face, and body began to deepen into a richer, darker shade of red, and my beard thickened considerably to a perfectly sculpted form. I had a slack, grinning, drunken expression on my face as I watched my jaw and cheek bones crack, restructure, sharpen, and become more angular, giving me an almost cartoonishly square face and head and making me feel and look like Superman. “GET A LOAD OF YOU, SUPERSTUD! I COULD DRINK YOU UP, I COULD SUCK YOU DOWN LIKE A FUCKIN’ MILKSHAKE,” I leaned into the mirror by my reflection and gave it and open mouth kiss, my longer tongue swirling all around the glass. I could’ve been mistaken, or it could’ve been more of my power that I just wasn’t familiar with yet, but I could swear that I could feel my reflection kissing back and making out with me through the glass. We swapped spit, worshipped each other’s ballooning bodies, and sucked each other’s faces and necks. I disconnected and looked back at me reflection, my cock spitting a sizable dollop of pre onto the glass as I saw that I actually had a hickey on my neck. The arousal from that moment led to yet another surge in my transformation, that I welcomed gladly.

My big toes curled into the carpet as I leaned my head back and moaned, allowing myself to continue to grow bigger, bigger, bigger. I felt something clonk against my head and looked up to see that I had reached the ceiling and bumped my head on a light fixture. Giggling, I crouched so I could find my way back to the center of my living room and sat down. I pumped my cock as I sat on the floor and grew bigger and bigger, my cock growing with me too and perhaps at times even surpassing my body’s growth, and could feel the carpet burning beneath me as I stretched across it. I couldn’t stop laughing as all of my furniture was being shoved against the walls as my body expanded, and I eventually had to lay down because I was hitting the ceiling even from my seated position. I felt myself stretch more and more and more and more, feeling the walls and ceilings of my apartment pressing against my enormous size—once again, thank you for bottom floor apartments—and I could start to feel an earth-shattering climax beginning to ready itself as I tugged faster on my mammoth meat and massaged my beach ball nuts.

Suddenly, I heard him again. Wes, speaking to me from inside, coaxing me further, echoed by our thousands of other souls, clearly also enjoying this experience by the sound of his and their voices. “Do it, Cade! Fuck, man, you’re huge! You’re powerful! This is the new you! Seal it, Cade, seal our bond! Fire your load and we will be tethered for eternity!”

He didn’t need to tell me twice. I focused my efforts on my massive mushroom head and could feel it seize, firm, vibrate, and inflame.

“FFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCK!!” I bellowed in my animal voice as I felt thick, hot jizz fire out of my dick, splattering against my face, my torso, my chest, my legs, the walls around me, the ceiling above me, the carpet below me. It sprayed thickly and heavily, everywhere—made worse by how prolonged the ejaculation was and how many times I changed hands and positions. Seemingly not an inch of my apartment was spared as I saturated the place with my cum.

The constant spurting finally began to dissipate after about a minute and a half, a few lingering spits of it firing out onto me, and I could finally catch my breath. I remained laid down on my soaked floor, unable to sit up or move at all really because of my size, my hot, heavy, panting breath billowing up towards the ceiling and making dust particles that had been stuck up there for who knows how long swirl throughout my apartment. I attempted to lift my head up to look down at myself and assess any damage I had done, but my head bonked the ceiling.

Realizing that my size wasn’t sustainable in this tiny apartment, I focused my will—as Wes would say—on my body and made it shrink down to a still drastically improved but much more manageable size. I stood up, wiping sticky globs of myself off, and looked around. Ruined, was the first word that came to mind, unequivocally and totally fucked, no way I was getting my security deposit back now. I laughed, realizing that security deposits were something I didn’t need to worry about anymore. The world and all of its experiences and wonders, combined with my new immeasurable power, laid bare before me—security deposits were a thing of the past. But speaking of immeasurable power…

I took some steps back out of the mess and surveyed the room, wondering what I could do to fix everything, when Wes’s words came to my mind again. Will, that was the key to all of it, his power. Just think of what you want to happen and casually bend the laws of physics and nature to make it happen. Easy!

I looked around and could think of only one thing: vacuum. This place needed a vacuum, a wet vac specifically, or just suction in general to lift everything up and out of plaster, cloth, furniture, what have you. Suction… I shrugged and planted my feet firmly on the ground, rolling my shoulders back. I formed my lips into a small “o,” as if drinking from a straw, and started to inhale deeply.

As I did, a vicious wind kicked up in the apartment, immediately moving things around and sliding furniture across the floor, only for me to realize that it was actually moving things back into place. At the same time, my sticky white seed began to lift out of fabric, off of walls, off the ceiling, and converged in the air into a twisting, whipping spout of jizz, quickly being pulled in towards my mouth by the powerful suction I was creating. I suppressed and urge to laugh or gape in awe as it passed between my lips and I started slurping up the huge mess I had made, at the same time getting a taste of myself since my transformation. Obviously, it was divine, tasting sweet, salty, and musky—I couldn’t get enough of it, which was good because I had essentially a large puddle of it left to clean. I drank it eagerly and drunkenly, just trying to get as much into me as I could, not noticing that my stomach was starting to bulge with the amount that was flowing into me. I had cleared the walls and the ceilings of it and was finishing off the share of it that was lifting off furniture and the carpet when I noticed my stomach was distending hugely, swimming thickly with my seed and making my abs and skin stretch away from me obscenely. I rubbed my growing belly and felt it jiggle with its contents as the last of it swirled and whipped into my mouth and I sealed it with one big swallow, taking huge panting breaths and licking my lips clean.

I continued panting as I rubbed my absurdly swollen gut. I looked in the mirror and couldn’t help but chuckle. It looked like if you put a pin in me that I would burst like a tick. But knowing this wasn’t sustainable, I cleared my throat and prepared to will it all away from within me. Suddenly, I doubled over in pain as my gut churned and bubbled. I could see watery movements against my skin from inside and knew something was about to happen. At the point where I felt like I couldn’t take it anymore, my stomach gave a deep, churning grumble as I felt something travel up my from gut and then—

“*BUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRPP*”

I shook myself off after that. It even took me as a surprise, fully not expecting the belch itself much less the duration and the volume of it. But, gone! I felt my cobblestone abs again with my skin tightened back against me and there wasn’t a drop of me to be seen anywhere in my apartment. I patted my belly and smacked my lips, still appreciating my intoxicating flavor brought up from the belch.

I turned toward the mirror again—shattered during the final surge of my growth but now somehow fixed just like everything else—and finally got a good look at myself in my post-nut glow.

I was breathtaking.

I looked like the perfect mix between Wes and my former self, still young and vibrant but slightly older—maybe my late 20s—with deeper, richer red hair and the sexy, rugged matureness of my crush. Well, he’s obviously more than a crush now. He’s me, I’m Him, and we are Legion. And my physique was exquisite; carrying the burly built curvature of an in-season body builder yet with the lithe, athletic appearance of an Olympic gymnast. Not to mention my big donkey dick and heavy, swinging nutsack hanging perfectly off my shaved crotch.

I extended my hand and watched as some unseen force flung my phone off the kitchen counter, through the air, and into my hand. I needed to update my Grindr profile, stat. I didn’t want to violate their puritanical terms of service, so I brushed my hand over my crotch with a giggle and watched a sleek, tight pair of gym shorts stretch across my waist. I lifted the phone, popped a flex, and snapped a picture, instantly making it my new profile pic.

A part of me also told me to text my older poker friends… er, Wes’s friends… no, our friends and show them the final product. In my infinite knowledge, I was clued into the fact that the guys that Wes used to bring around for poker nights weren’t technically his work friends. They were the several princes of Hell, here on Earth living through the lives of mortals, just like Wes. In my store of new memories, I also discovered that there was even some conflict over who would get to inhabit me, but that Wes—the proverbial Big Man, as they call it—was always going to get first draw.

I opened my messages and began a group chat including all of them, attaching my pic and sending it to them.

•Guess who, boys ;), I typed with a smile

The responses immediately came in.

•YEEEEESSSSSS

•UGH, jealous!

•Welcome to the family, Cade!

•literally come pipe me down whenever

I grinned down at the last message and felt a stirring in my crotch again. FUCK was I horny… I needed men… I needed lovers. I needed worshipers. A huge part of me wanted to go out into the world and explore, meet people, gather new experiences, influence the lives of many… but I also wanted to just have my brains fucked out… and for that matter, to fuck other people’s brains out.

I mean, come on, you’re telling me that if you came into possession of unlimited, earth-bending power, you wouldn’t immediately use it for sexy kinky shit? Yeah right. I wanted to turn more men into insatiable sex gods like me. I wanted to test my power and make other men experience pleasure their minds could barely comprehend. To turn down-and-out homebodies into the life-of-the-party kings, nerds into super stud jocks, weaklings into gladiators. I was horny to share my power. And I knew just where to start…

———

Shawn’s someone who lives in my building that I’ve had eyes on for a while. I’ve always caught him coming back from his early runs around the neighborhood, panting and dripping with sweat, just as I’ve been coming back from the apartment complex gym, pretty drenched myself with sweat. We’d give each other friendly nods and smiles, but I’d always imagined wrapping my arms around him, taking him to my apartment, and having sweaty, rough, early morning sex with him.

We’ve given each other small clues here and there that we might be into each other. In the mailroom, my lockbox is near the floor and his is at the top row, so I’d bend over to get my mail and on days that our schedules aligned, I could feel him slyly try to scoot past me, his front to my back. In those moments, I swore that he lingered behind me for a while and I could also swear that he’s been rock hard on more than one occasion. Other times, after those morning workout sessions, I’d act like I didn’t see him in the parking lot and I’d peel off my shirt, wiping my sweat off with it, sometimes looking down at myself and bounce my blossoming muscle tits—checking myself out, yes, but putting on a little performance for him too. I could always feel his eyes laying on me for a long time during those moments and tamed my impulses as best as I could to not give him more of a show.

Now, he would get a hell of a show. Shit, he’d even be part of the show. He was one of the cutest, sweetest guys I’ve ever met, but I bet he would turn even more heads stacked with solid meat, dripping with confidence, and oozing sexuality.

It was the early afternoon on a Saturday, and I reasoned—having known perhaps too much about his schedule—that if he wasn’t out with friends then he would be in the apartment complex gym. In theory, I could go there to check out the scene now. I started to think more about how I needed to get to the gym so I could catch him there, and just as I did, a swirling column of bright fire rose up from the ground and enveloped me. I was shocked beyond words, fully not expecting anything like that to happen and worried for my safety, but the flames didn’t burn me at all. What’s more, when the flaming column quickly dissipated, I noticed that I was standing now at the entrance to the gym.

I couldn’t help but smirk to myself. Man, I could already tell that I would be discovering new things about myself every day, all the time. I rolled my shoulders and cracked my neck, ready to head inside and change a life.

I stepped inside and my approximation of Shawn’s schedule was correct. He was seated at one of the rowing machines, facing away from the door and pulling the cord back and forth, back and forth, clearly having set it on a high resistance level considering the way he was sweating and grunting. He didn’t notice me, so I strutted to the pull down bars near the rowers, passing by him as I went. I turned my head to look at him as I passed and made eye contact. I grinned and threw my head back in a greeting and he did the same but with a slightly puzzled look on his face. It seemed like he recognized me, but he couldn’t think of how.

I went to the machine and I set it at my usual weight. I pulled the bar down but it felt like a feather, so I let the cord pull the bar all the way back up and leaned over to set the weight at the highest level it would go. I gripped the wide ends of the bar and sat back down, pulling the bar down towards me. Now it had some resistance—mind you, it was still way easier than it should’ve been, but getting a solid workout in was not the reason I came here.

I puffed tight breaths through my teeth as I pulled the bar down to my chest, and up again, down, then up, down, up. As I got into a rhythm, I could see in my periphery that Shawn was staring at me (score), not only trying to pin how he recognized me, but also totally enthralled by the display of strength I was showing. As I felt my massive arms bulge as I pulled down the bar and watched the bar land near my heaving barrel chest, I could feel myself getting aroused and felt my body trying to beast out like I did in my apartment, but I had to contain myself—at least for now.

I did allow myself a little fun, letting my body puff up with an unnaturally tight pump from the small amount of weightlifting I’d done, but nothing beyond that… yet. I let the weights drop down to their stand and stood up from the seat, crossing my arms and stretching, feeling myself fully boned against the fabric of my shorts, and seeing that Shawn was fully staring now. I stood next to the machine and moved onto squats, spreading my legs slightly apart, holding my hands in a fist against my chest, and dipped down as low as I could go, feeling the tightness of my shorts pull against my ass and bulging crotch, undoubtedly giving Shawn a lot to look at. I lifted back up, feeling the satisfying burn of my hamstrings, calves, and glutes activating, taking deep breaths as I did.

Something finally clicked in Shawn’s mind, “Cade??”

I looked up at Shawn and beamed, flashing my gorgeous white smile, “Hey, what’s up Shawn!”

He huffed a disbelieving laugh with a grin, “Not much, man! You’re, uhh… you’re looking good.”

“Thanks!” I answered, still doing squats next to the machine. “Trying something different with the hair, y’know?”

“Yeah, but I mean… you look more distinguished, I guess..”

“Thanks again! I got a new job pretty recently, maybe that’s it?”

“Maybe… but like, damn, you must be 100, 120 lbs. heavier than the last time I saw you. That was… that was what, Wednesday?”

I stopped squatting and began to alternatingly hold my knees up to my torso in a stretch. “Yeah! I’ve started this new regimen. I guess it’s working!” I took a few steps towards Shawn, panting with my hands on my hips. My erection was jutting out obscenely from my shorts, just the way I wanted it.

He nodded his head with his eyebrows raised, “Yeah, man.. It’s definitely fucking working.” He licked his lips, watching my pecs heave up and down as I panted and checking out the bulging curvature of my arms.

“I could teach you, if you want. Would you like that?”

He met my eyes again, shining with excitement, “Would you, man? Aww, that would be awesome! I’m down.”

“Awesome! I bet you’re gonna be a hell of a muscle stud.”

He seemed to blush adorably, and I could somehow smell his cock begin to leak, “Aww, thanks man.”

“Great! We can start now, if you want?” I watched him nod excitedly but also noticed his eyes darting down to my crotch, unable to take his gaze away from my dick for too long.

“Oooh, sorry about that!” I reached down and gripped my shaft, giving it a good, firm shake and feeling it wobble around in my shorts. “That’s something I’ve noticed about this new regimen. I can’t help but be hard all the time.”

“Uh-uhm, n-no, sorry, it’s, I just—…” He stood up from the rowing machine and stammered through an excuse.

“No, no, no, it’s cool, Shawn, I don’t mind!” I responded, taking a step towards him and squeezing my shaft again. “I like what it’s done to me. Hard body, hard muscles… hard cock,” He let out a shuddering breath. “You’re pretty hard, too, Shawn.” I reached down and cupped his tenting shorts.

Shawn let out an exhilarated gasp and I felt his cock lurch in my hand. “Yeah, man.”

“I think you’d look good hard all over, don’t you, Shawn?”

He swallowed, looking deep into my eyes, “Yeah, absolutely.”

“I think you’d be a hell of a beefed up sex machine, what do you think?”

“I think you’re right, dude!” He smiled at me with shaking breaths.

“Do you want me to make you a fucking stud, Shawn?”

“Hell yeah, I do,” he whispered, leaning into kiss me.

“Ask me to make you the hardest muscled, biggest dicked, most confident stud in town, Shawn.” I reached down and wiped a helping of my pre that was seeping through my shorts onto my finger, getting ready to prepare him just like Wes had done with me.

His hot breath blew against my cheek and neck, “Please, Cade. Please make me the hardest muscled, biggest dicked, most confident stud in the fucking state, bro.”

I leaned in and met his lips, letting my long tongue explore his mouth. I felt his heartbeat pulsing in his cock within my hand and then disconnected from his mouth, quickly passing my pre-soaked finger into his mouth and felt him suck it down and swallow it.

He shivered and smacked his lips, savoring my taste, and I patted his cheek with my hand. His smile faltered slightly as he felt his stomach churn and groan intensely, even being heard throughout the gym. I could feel his cock beginning to swell even larger under my grasp and let go of it, taking a few steps away from him. He looked back up at me with confusion and growing concern in his face.

I grinned widely at him, “As you wish, Shawn.”

“Wh—..”

He couldn’t finish his words as his body instantly whipped backwards and began spinning unnaturally fast, appearing more like a twister. An identical column of fire from the one that enveloped me earlier rose up from the ground around him and was caught up in the vicious spinning intensity of his body. I could hear his shocked, worried, distorted groans emanating out from within the flaming cyclone and felt myself growing more excited, more aroused as I watched the cyclone begin to bulge and swell larger, stretching and churning taller. My breath quickened and my eyes rolled back into my head, and I could feel myself involuntarily becoming something else. My fingernails sharpened and extended into curved black claws, my body bulged and heaved and grew obscenely huge with quickly reddening skin as my shorts ripped, I could feel tusks pointing up out of my bottom jaw, I felt the pressure of something jutting out of my head and knew my horns were coming in, my height rising to an impossible 8.5 feet. The flaming twister continued to whip and churn in front of me, but my transformation paused as I heard a change from within the column of fire. His worried, distorted groans from within quickly turned into ones of surprise and intrigue, and as the cyclone grew larger and larger, they turned into groans of excitement and pleasure. Confident grunting could soon be heard coming from it as well as maniacal laughing as it twisted and bulged even larger. Shawn was without a doubt thoroughly enjoying what was happening to him within the cyclone, as it began to slow. It sounded like he was lifting weights and grunting inside, his vocalizations becoming increasingly more horny and sexualized. I waited with anticipation as the flaming cyclone steadied and eventually became still in front of me.

Only the column of fire remained, but with something undoubtedly much larger standing within. I watched with excitement as a huge, muscled leg took a step out, it’s thighs and calves bulging ridiculously huge. Then an inhumanly massive arm and bulging shoulder emerged above it, as the new and improved Shawn side-stepped out of the dissipating column of fire.

He stood at 6’8”, his head lolled back with a confident smirk on his face, and every inch of him bulging almost cartoonishly huge. His arms and legs looked like they could each independently stop a truck, his pecs were jutting, rounded mounds extending off his chest considerably, his abs were cut like diamonds and surrounded by rippling side and back muscles. His smile was wide and gorgeous, and he pursed them at me in a kissing gesture, showing off how pillowy and soft they were. His ass was sculpted and firm, making his shorts stretch away from his back and his cock and balls looked like he stuffed half a baguette and some oranges in his shorts.

I smirked and swallowed, impressing even myself with the work I had done, “Go on, give us a pose.”

He smiled widely and struck a pose that accentuated his massive arms and chest. He twisted another direction and popped another pose, giving me a show of his back and thighs. He turned again and showed off his calves and ass, enticingly bouncing each cheek individually.

“Fuck,” I groaned, feeling my cock drool pre, dripping down to the floor.

“Was that an offer?” He asked slyly, wrapping his huge arms around my waist and lifting me up above him, making me giggle. I was almost 2 whole feet taller than him at easily hundreds of pounds heavier, but his new strength could make him lift me up without much effort. He kissed my lower abs down to my public shelf and I could feel my cock press against his neck and chin.

He adjusted my position in the air and I felt myself falling to the ground, but he caught me in his arms before I did, one of his hands cradling my lower back and the other cradling my upper thigh. I couldn’t help but laugh at the manhandling and roller coaster ride he was giving me and he looked down at me with a big smile.

He leaned in and kissed me deeply, “Thank you for this.”

“Pleasure’s all mine,” I answered, bringing a hand up to his cheek and stroking it, seeing my black claws for the first time. “But, uhh… you know who I am, right?… What I am?”

He just shrugged, “Doesn’t matter. You still look like Cade to me,” he grinned and lifted a hand up to my abs where my cock was drooling a puddle of pre. “Besides,” he scooped several fingers full of my excretions and brought them back under me, sliding his hand between my asscheeks and rimming my hole with his pre-soaked finger. I groaned as I felt my hole kiss and suck against his hand, and then he stuffed two, three, four, and finally his whole hand into my ass, lubing it up. “Who can say in their lives that they butt-fucked the Devil with their footlong cock?”

He laid me down on the floor and I willed away his shorts, letting his cock spring up and wetly slap his abs. He held my legs up and let them rest against his shoulders as he positioned himself above me. He grinned down at me sweetly as I gasped, feeling his cock press against my hole. I grinned back and pushed against it, feeling it shove inside me as he began rocking back for forth into me.

I felt my pecs begin to leak thick, white liquid and reached to behind his head, pulling his panting and grinning face down to my muscle tits while he continued to grind against me, and began to feel him sucking and drinking from my chest.

As my juices made him swell larger and larger, his bucking becoming more passionate and feral as he grew even bigger in size, coming close to surpassing me in size, I began to make plans. Maybe I could introduce Shawn to one my friends—one of the princess of Hell—and we could convince him to let one of them inhabit him like I let Wes inhabit me? We could live our eternal, infernal lives together and see how far we could test each other’s power, growing in mind, physique, pleasure, knowledge, and experience, side-by-side for the rest of time?

Possibilities and visions of the infinite future swam through my mind. Shawn’s life had changed, yes, but it was about to change even more.

I wrapped my giant legs around him as he bucked harder into me and grunted deeper as he drank from me, almost fully covering me with the size of his expanding body.

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💌🧸 Brother's Best Friend

A/N: Got this request a while ago and now I'm wondering why I've never written this trope before bc this was so fun??? Lmk how you liked it! x

genre: optional bias (m) x reader (f), smut, size/strength kink??, choking, dom!bias (it’s kinda playful tho), brother's best friend!au, sneaking around, play fighting, lowkey getting caught but not directly?

words: ~ 4.1 k

disclaimer: I don’t mean for the age gap to be gigantic…I’m talking about anything from 1-2 years maximum tbh!!! Anything else would be weird and I’m not about that! They’re also both obviously consenting adults!

[H/N means 'his (bias) name']

In youreyes, your first meeting had been a disaster. The new spider man movie had been released only days ago, and you were adamant on seeing it. And to your luck, your older brother and his best friend had already made plans to watch it together. As a little sister, you were treated like the baby of the family, and it didn’t matter that you were far from being an infant anymore. So naturally, your brother had been condemned by your parents to bring you along. He declared his distaste in your presence by attempting to ignore you, but you were used to that. Just like you were aware of his bad moods, you knew he could change within minutes and magically turn into the sweetest, most caring big brother you could wish for.

Whatever. You didn’t need his approval to enjoy the trip to the movie theater, you told yourself. Had it not been for his best friend, who you hadn’t seen in ages. H/N and you had never properly spoken before, and the last time you saw him he had been an awkward, prepubescent boy who had appeared at your door to pick up your brother for a playdate. There was no trace of immaturity now. Instead, it was you who had morphed into an awkward, shy mess at the sight of him.

His ‘hello’ had a warm and deep melody to it which swooped you up in his aura so suddenly, you had no time to prepare. Had his smile always been this stupidly charming? Hell, it was so bright, you had to meticulously inspect the ground every time he sent a grin your way. When before you hadn’t felt guilty for being a bother, you now sure did. What impression would you leave, trailing behind the older boys like a lost puppy? What would he take you for? The annoying little sister who didn’t have friends of her own? The mood-killer, who wouldn’t understand any of the boys’ inside jokes? The anti-social, weird girl who was obsessed with fictional men, like people loved to belittle teenage girls with normal interests?

As things turned out, his initial opinion of you was quite the opposite. If only you could have spied into his brain, it would have saved you a landslide of worry. Although your brother took up all of H/N’s attention before the movie started, he noticed you a good amount. To be precise, you blew him away at first sight. Your cute laugh won him over in a matter of seconds and he liked that your merch sweater could have been stolen straight out of his own closet. He didn’t want to feel too smug, but the way you diverted your eyes away from him whenever he looked in your direction only boosted his confidence further.

Your brother might have warned him. Stay away from her. She’s off limits for you. But not a thousand vicious, older brothers could have kept him from trying to get to you. It was up to you, after all, whether you wanted him around or not, and not to your brother. From that day on, H/N didn’t skip out on a chance to see you, even if it meant merely an exchange of a few words, or a simple greeting. And to his luck, you turned out to be equally as enraptured by him.

There was something about the untouchable, the forbidden, that attracted him to you even more. Plus, you were simply too precious to forget about. One morning, you dropped off a beanie at his place, which he had left at your house after meeting with your big brother the previous day. When he had asked if he could drive you to school as a thank you, you happily accepted. You had marked that day as the first day of your new life. First, it was harmless flirting. To be honest, you were under the impression he was merely messing with you. Because you were the cute little sister of his best friend. Because you would turn into an awkward shell of a person who had lost all ability to articulate, and your cheeks would burn as if they were on fire, whenever he charmed you.

But the flirting slowly reached newer levels, and before you knew it you were discussing your sexual fantasies over text messages and giving him bedroom eyes as you opened the front door for him. “H/N’s here!” you would then shout to your big brother. Then you would watch the two boys walk off to your brother’s room, pondering why life had to be this way for you. It wasn’t fair. Siblings were supposed to share, right? Why did you have to wait your turn until after midnight, when no one would notice, to spend time with H/N?

But to H/N, the sneaking around in the middle of the night and the secret messages you sent to each other, it all added to the excitement. Surely, there were days on which he wished he could just break the truth to your brother. The impact it could have on their friendship was enough intimidation for him to refrain, though. Things were better off this way, for now.

Today was no exception to your usual lies. When your brother asked if you would go out with him to do some shopping, you had played the victim and feigned a stomachache. Your parents wouldn’t be home all weekend. You’d have been stupid to waste a perfect opportunity like that. Who knew when you could have H/N in your bed the next time? Normally, you were restricted to his car, or to his bed in the dark of night. Yes, those places had something enticing at first glance. But the backseat of a car was only enjoyable for so many clandestine meetings. So today you notified him of your golden opportunity before your brother had even walked out the door.

The moment H/N texted you that he was outside your home, you opened the front door and dragged him to your room.

“Are you in control today, little one?” he asked, closing the bedroom door after you.

“Why are you asking that?” you replied, not wanting to talk at all but rather do so much more productive things.

“I don’t know…perhaps because you haven’t let me say a word since I came through the door,” he said.

“Right. Maybe I’m planning on tying you up, blindfolding you, and torturing you with ice and wax,” you joked in a casual tone, despite not usually requesting such graphic ideas.

“I don’t know if I’d let you do that,” he grinned with raised eyebrows. “Besides, I know you’d rather be at the receiving end of that. It’s a sweet idea, though. If we had some more time…”

“Think you could get away from me if I tied you up?” you said, but he was towering over you with the calmness of a king who knew he reigned over the situation.

“We both know I’m stronger than you, doll,” he said. You didn’t like it when boys called you weak. But you’d let it slide, knowing he was only joking and would never underestimate you outside of the bedroom. He put his lips right up to yours, so you felt his breath on them. His fingers came up to cup your face, but then slowly inched to your neck. When they closed around your neck, putting the slightest amount of pressure on your skin, you whimpered quietly.

“Need reminding?” he asked. As much pent-up frustration you had, and as much as your stomach was flipping upside down from how badly you needed him, you just had to play with him. You knew it would make for more fun.

“I think- “ you started, with a grin. Then you grabbed him by the front of his shirt and pushed him backwards, until he was stumbling. Although caught off guard, he was quick to pull you along with him as he fell onto your bed. You landed on top of him with a small squeal.

“Go on, let’s see who can throw the other off the bed first,” he teased with a superiority that only spurred you on. Then again, you would always be in the mood for the oldest childhood game you had ever known. Only now it wasn’t your brother, but his best friend you were playing against. It added a layer of excitement, and after only seconds, giggles had overtaken you as you struggled in his grip.

“No tickling is allowed,” you said. He nodded obediently with a smirk that told you he might not abide by your rules.

At first, you had attempted to hold him down by his arms. But your legs tangled, and he pushed his chest up against yours, like he was about to flip you over. Your plan seemed to be working only momentarily. You groaned a little as he grabbed your wrists swiftly and held his stance against your attempt to pull his upper body to the side.

“Cute,” he said. That’s when you realized, he was barely struggling, barely trying, even. While you were giving your most, he smirked like he was watching a kitten trying to fight a lion. It was child’s play to him, keeping you in check. Literally. With an annoying expression of amusement on his face, he let you have the upper hand for a while. Then, as if you had never had an ounce of advantage, he turned it around and pulled you into him. His eyes suggested he might just send you tumbling down onto the floor any moment now. Nonetheless, you weren’t going to give up so easily. Taking your chances, you let go of his arms and moved sideways, so you could have your go at pushing him towards the edge of the mattress.

“I don’t think so,” he said. Suddenly, he bear-hugged your body and rolled you both over. Before you could protest or defend yourself, your arm was dangling off the side of your bed and if you had moved a tiny bit further, you would have slid off the bedsheets and right onto your carpet. It was his turn to straddle you now. As if his actions hadn’t been enough declarations of his strength, he pinned your wrists to the bed above your head and gave you a challenging smirk.

“I was going to let you win, doll. But you weren’t trying hard enough,” he said. “What are you going to do about it?”

What were you going to do? He had you completely immobilized. “Just let it go, then. We get it, you’re super strong and super big and the coolest,” you said.

He seemed to take an instant liking to your declaration. “Say it again. This time minus the eye-rolling, sugar.”

“You’re stronger than me,” you said, trying to avoid the laughter that was threatening to come out. Could he read in your gaze how badly you wanted him to kiss you already? If he could, he wasn’t acting on it. Instead, he bent to the crook of your neck and spoke.

“Does it turn you on that I can overpower you?” his breath fanned your ear and you had to close your eyes to control yourself.

“Yes. Because I trust you,” you answered truthfully. The corner of his lips curled into a cocky grin.

“You know what? I think I’d rather you stay in bed with me instead of throwing you on the floor. There’s so many things we can do up here, isn’t that right, little one?” His lips brushed over your cheek and then over your lips as he spoke. The nickname had always made you weak in the knees and he knew it. When he finally enveloped your lips in a kiss, you swore you could feel an electric spark jump between the two of you. The mellowness of it turned into hunger rapidly, and as soon as his tongue flicked over your bottom lip, you whimpered like you hadn’t seen him in a year.

“Needy, are we?” he asked, running his hand up your sides and underneath your shirt. He could say that again. “Let’s get these off, then.”

The seconds in which you pulled off your clothes and couldn’t hang on his lips and feel his skin on your body should have been considered a form of torture in itself. Then, time always went by so much slower than usually.

When you had both shed off your clothes, he climbed back on top of you. Instead of straddling your hips he was now resting between your legs. There was nothing separating you from him, and it was apparent not only through the body heat that radiated off him. He reached down and whilst peppering kisses on your chest, slid his fingers through your slick arousal that was pooling in your core.

“You’re so wet,” he said in surprise, but couldn’t hide his approval and self-confidence in his voice.

“I know,” you said, rolling your eyes but simultaneously fighting the urge to moan at the smallest of touches he was teasing your with. “I’m so horny. Can’t we skip foreplay?”

“Poor doll,” he said. “I should’ve come over earlier, huh?”

“You know that wasn’t possible,” you said. With a desperate look, you pleaded him silently.

“I wanna taste you,” he said, but your put your hand on his cheek softly.

“Maybe later?” you said. “Please, I need to have you inside of me. Now.”

“You’re extra cute when you’re this needy,” he smiled. “Are there still condoms in your nightstand?”

You nodded and had never moved so fast to open a drawer in your life. Pretending to have any patience left, you waited for him to roll on the rubber.

“I love the way you look at me,” he said. “When you’re waiting for me. Could watch you for hours.”

“God, I hope you won’t. Come here, please?” you replied, making him chuckle. He lined himself up with your core, but then made no inclination to move ahead. His dark eyes and little head tilt told you everything.

“Don’t mess with me anymore,” you whined, reaching for the back of his neck to pull him closer. “Do it. H/N.”

“Beg for it.” His words twisted something in the pit of your stomach. Although you were burning with hunger, you could never say no to him. Then again, you were curious to see what would happen if you did.

“What if I don’t? Don’t you want to fuck me as much as I want it?” you challenged him. Something glinted in his eyes, and you knew you shouldn’t have even brought it up.

“I can always do this,” he said, and you followed his eyes down his body and to where he had wrapped his hand around his cock. Slowly, he jerked himself off, and you weren’t sure he was biting his lip because of the feeling or to discompose you. His small sigh should’ve been caused by you. This wasn’t what you had wanted. His tip was right by your slit. He could’ve pushed his length in so easily, and yet he wasn’t. Debating what to say, you kept your eyes trained on his hard member that looked so delicious in his hands. His deep groans rang in your ears. It didn’t take long for you to cave.

“Fuck. That should be me around you,” you said. “That should be my pussy you’re fucking and not your hands. Please.”

“Isn’t that right?” he said.

“Yes. Please, fuck me. I would feel so much better than your hands, and you know it. Please,” you whined. “I need you right now H/N. Please.”

You added another ‘please’ – for good measure – because the way his tongue darted out and licked his smirking lips could make you say anything if it would get him to fuck you.

“It’s okay, I’ll take care of you,” he said. “Think you can take me?”

“Yes, yes-, I can! Please, fuck me,” you said in a waterfall of words, and he chuckled handsomely.

“Good girl,” he said, running a gentle hand over your head. “If it’s too much you let me know.”

“As always.”

The tip of his cock gently pushed into your core, making you hold your breath as he entered you slowly. It caused you to feel every inch with every second. Your brain felt fuzzy, and you sighed gratefully at the relief.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect,” he moaned. The carefulness in his thrusts paired with his moon eyes at you only remained that way for a few seconds. Then, he straightened up and grabbed your hips to drag you in closer. You moaned helplessly when he almost pulled out completely, so slowly it almost made you crazy, only to slam his length into you until his tip brushed against the deepest spot inside of you. It was an action he repeated over and over, until you were reduced to a puddle of desperate whimpers, and you clasped the bedsheets in your hands tightly.

“You like it this way, little one?” he asked. He was apparently finding enjoyment in your reaction. How you could barely keep your eyes open, and when you did, your eyeballs threatened to roll to the back of your head. How your fingers clenched around the closest plushie, and you cradled it against your chest in bliss.

“Yes- fuck,” you said. “Feels so good.”

Of course, right as you said this, he had to change things up. His thrusts turned lazy and messy as he leaned backwards slightly. With an equally lazy demeanor, his thumb flicked over your clit, rubbing circles on it.

“Let me hear you. Say my name,” he said, and you quietly moaned his name. You adored the way it sounded, voiced like this, with barely more than a breath underneath your soft tone. Now and then, his cock slipped out of you, making you clench around nothing and furthermore had you going completely out of your mind. When he would push himself into your opening again, it felt as if it was the first time he was entering you today. Except you felt it repeatedly, each time as incredible as the previous. Your mouth hung open, rendered speechless except for the little moans and whimpers sounding from your throat. There was a familiar knot beginning to form in your stomach, tying firmer with each passing minute.

As if he could read your mind, he decided then he was done with his sweet torture of teasing you to an orgasm. You couldn’t be mad at him, though, because what he had planned was just as perfect, if not better. His hands wandered to their original place on your sides, and he began to snap his hips into yours at a faster pace. A small cry of surprise left your lips, while he only smirked at you through heavy-lidded eyes. Impulsively, you lifted your legs a little, intensifying the feeling of his member roughly dragging through your velvet walls.

“H/N, I’m so close,” you whimpered.

“Me too,” he replied, not slowing down for a second.

His broad frame towering over your body was a sight you would never get enough of and his gazes at you were hot enough that they could have stopped your heart in its tracks. A few strands of hair stuck to his forehead and there was a thin sheet of sweat on his neck. It all just made him more breathtaking to you. The slight pain from his nails digging into the skin on your waist was staggering, and you could barely wait to see the masterpiece of marks he would leave tonight.

You were a moaning mess, flying on cloud nine and simultaneously overwhelmed by his treatment of you. It clouded your mind at took over your whole body like you were made for him to fuck you. His length filled up your tight hole and he did it with such force that your whole body rocked into your mattress in a steady, fast-paced rhythm. He let go of your waist then and supported himself on his arm by the side of your head. When his other hand went to your neck you shuddered in anticipation.

“You should see yourself with my hand around your throat,” he said. “So pretty, little one.”

“We can do it in front of a mirror sometime- ,” you suggested, but were cut off at the end of the sentence as his fingers tightened on your neck. Instantly, the effect of it hit you. The lack of oxygen made your head swim in a sea of pleasure and the unrelenting desire to come. Through fluttering eyelids, you peeked up at him. The way he licked his lips and then clenched his jaw, the gorgeous shape of his collarbones and shoulders – you sometimes wondered if he was even real. Every so often he loosened his grip on you. When he did, you took gulps of air and then instantly whined for him to choke you again.

“Let go for me,” he said. “Show me your pretty face when I make you come. I’m fucking you well, aren’t I?”

You nodded as well as you could when he was gripping your throat and you couldn’t breathe properly at the moment. It didn’t matter you couldn’t talk. He was probably not expecting you to answer, either way. In a pleasure-induced trance, you closed your eyes and let it happen, like he had asked it from you. Your hazy consciousness barely registered that he was reaching his high with you. Too overcome were you, with your thighs trembling uncontrollably and your back arching off the mattress. He had let go of your neck and was riding out his own orgasm with sloppy thrusts that only sent you into another frenzy and had you whimpering his name softly. When he had finished too, he slowed down and pulled you into a gentle kiss, rubbing his nose against yours sweetly.

“That was amazing,” he said, and with a blissful hum you nodded. Your lips changed into a pout when he rolled off you and got up. You were tired of sending him back home so quickly. As he discarded the condom in the bin, you put on your most enchanting eyes, so he would have no other choice.

“Stay a little longer, please,” you asked. You knew he wanted to, as well. So although he was aware that your brother could return at any moment, he tumbled back into bed with you.

“Just for a little while,” he said. “Mhm…you’re so perfect to cuddle, baby.” His embrace was warm and his scent comforting, as he hummed a lovely melody. The soft touch of his fingers running through your hair lulled you right into a light sleep. You were awoken rather abruptly, and with half a heart attack.

“Hey Y/N, have you seen my charger- “ your brother’s voice suddenly broke through the silence and you wondered if you would have to pack up and leave the country after this sort of embarrassment.

“It’s not what it looks like,” you said, knowing well enough it was the dumbest thing you could have said. But who could blame you? You had only woken up two seconds ago.

“Really?” your brother asked. “Because I hear H/N sneak into our house so often lately, I’m starting to wonder if his parents threw him out.”

His tone was surprisingly calm.

“I’m sorry. I should’ve told you,” H/N said to your brother. “I thought you’d hate me and that we’d be over as friends.”

“I know I told you once to leave Y/N alone. But now…I guess it’s cool. She’s been in a great mood lately, and if that’s thanks to you, I think I can approve of you two. Although I’m not looking forward to being a third wheel, I think I can get used to it if I try hard enough,” your brother said. You couldn’t believe your ears, and involuntarily smiled like a fool. No more hiding. No more secrets.

“I stole your charger. I’m sorry,” you said then, making your brother roll his eyes. “It’s by the sofa in the living room.”

“Great. I needed a reason to leave anyway,” your brother said. “I might approve of you, but this situation is still too awkward. I’ll see you tomorrow, then, H/N?”

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” the boy in your bed said.

“You’ll see me too!” you added as a joke, as your brother already walked away from the door.

“Unfortunately I will!” your brother shouted, with the unnerving tone only a big brother could possibly muster.

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tatsuo-k · 2 years

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Out of the Friendzone

a/n: I'm so in love with Levi and I wanted to write smth really cheesy bc I'm a silly hopeless romantic

pairing: leviathan x gn!reader

summary: best friends to lovers trope but when Levi tells you how he feels, he messes up his words and panics

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Levi was clingy with you, it was obvious. What was more obvious though, was his continuously growing feelings for you and he was getting anxious about it.

He's never been in a relationship before, he's had crushes, some were serious crushes but he never tried to pursue them because of his crippling self-esteem and anxiety. He was too anxious to even try and make a move with you but he had all these little cheesy fantasies he wanted to be real.

He's had so many opportunities to tell you three simple words, 'I love you'. So many opportunities where the two of you would be having a heart felt moment and the urge to just spurt out the words yet he never had the confidence to do it. He would always back out last minute or someone would interrupt and take you away.

His fear of you rejecting him or even having a bad reaction to him telling you these things, will be something that will always haunt him. What if you reject him? He won't he able to get over it and avoid you like you're the plague. What if you get disgusted with him when he tells you?

"You're my best friend, don't you ever deny that!"

"I would never, Levi. You're my best friend too!" Ah, the friendzone. He's worried, what if things don't go well when he finally confesses his feelings to you? He's going to lose his Henry, his best friend. The frienzone was a safe place to be in but he desperately wanted more than just a friendship.

The two of you were binge watching another anime that had caught his interest. Blanket wrapped around both of your shoulders, snacks and drinks piled on his bed as the two were both hooked on to the screen like ipad kids. Frequent comments and shocked or excited gasps filled up the room as episodes rolled by.

"Can you pass me the water bottle?"

"Ugh, I guess." He loved the little playful banter he has with you. What's even better is that he knew that you were joking and not straight up insulting him! He handed the bottle to you, almost flinching away when he felt your hand skim over his.

Man, he's cuddled with you before, why was he acting like this.

Who is he kidding, he gets incredibly nervous and shy when you guys cuddle.

He stared at your unoccupied which was placed on his bedsheets. He switched his gaze from the anime to his hand, could he hold your hand? His hand shook as they edged closer to yours. Does he have the confidence to do this?

He didn't, he left his hands next to yours, a blush quickly creeping on to his pale skin. You noticed his hand next to yours. A small smile appeared on your face before you linked you pinky with his. You could practically feel the heat coming off him now. His face felt like it was burning, his heart was surely going to pop out of his chest soon. The anime being the only noise in the room, the two sat with a smile on their face, not daring to look at each other in case eye contact was made.

He was hyping himself up inside his head, trying to get the courage to actually hold your hand. As much as holding pinkies made him ecstatic, he wanted to do the real thing. He's got this, he can do this. You initiated the pinky holding, that surely means that you want to hold his hand right? Right??

He took in a deep breath and unlinked his pinky from yours, sliding his hand underneath your to hold it properly. Not intertwined like he wanted to, but holding your hand like this was good enough.

Is it getting hot in here or was it just him?? He can feel himself getting sweaty, he wanted to take off his jacket but this was such a precious moment. Wait, can you feel his hand getting sweaty? Oh no, what if you think that's gross?!?

As if you could read his mind, you squeezed his hand, a squeeze that broke his panic of thoughts. He gave a weak squeeze back, feeling his panic quickly diappearing.

Oh man, he really needs to tell you soon. He can't keep these feelings to himself much longer.

A couple of days went by, nothing much had changed apart from the two of you, ever so slowly, becoming more physically intimate. Hand were intertwined, pinky fingers were held by another, hugs lingered a little longer, cuddles were a little tighter, small touches here and there became more frequent.

The avatar of envy was in his room, rehearsing how he would tell you his feelings. He looked at the mirror, trying different phrases and poses he's seen in anime. He sat in front of Henry 2.0 and tried saying different things to express his emotions to you, hoping the goldfish would tell him whether or not it was good or a no go of a confession. All of the mental preparation in the past couple of days, hours of rehearsing, he feels a spike of confidence and he wanted to take advantage of it before it disappears.

He texted you to come into his room, he was really going to do it. You knocked on his door, saying the secret password before he let you in. You shut the door behind yourself before making yourself comfortable in his bed. He took a couple of deep breaths, feeling his anxiety starting to kick in. He's gonna do it tonight or else he'll be upset with himself for the next several days.

"How come you asked me to--"

"I want to stop being friends."

"... What?" Oh no why did he say that, he wasn't supposed to say that. He said it with such confidence which made it worse. All that rehearsing for him just to say THAT??? Not even an impulsive 'I love you' or a 'I really like you', he said THAT instead? "Did... Did I do something wrong? I'm sorry if I did, Levi."

"No no no, w-wait, that's n-not what I was supposed to say! L-Let me try that again!" He was trying to stutter his way back to what he was supposed to say. He's only making things worse for himself and you were confused with what was happening. The silence got incredibly awkward, enough for someone to feel it when they walk in the room and immediately leave because of it.

"Take your time Levi, it's okay." You softly said to him, hoping that it would calm him down before he has a full blown meltdown. He felt so pathetic, even at a time like this, you were being so patient and kind to him. You really do deserve better.

He grabbed your shoulders, staring at you dead in the eyes with determination. A wide blush on his face, he took in another deep breath.

"I-I was supposed to say that I-I love you, MC! A-And I'm scared of getting into a r-relationship with you because I've n-never been in one before! What if I mess up?!" He pushed through his stutter but he felt so out of breath. His heart pounding, fast and hot in anticipation for whatever you might say next. His hands still on your shoulders, he moved his gaze down, too scared to loom at your reaction.

"Levi-"

"I-I really want to try for y-you though! I want to become s-someone you can proudly call your b-boyfriend!"

"Levi, let me--"

"If you don't f-feel the same back t-then that's okay too! I want to keep being best friends with you-- AH!" You cupped his face and made him look at you. He wasn't expecting your face so be so close to his.

"Let me talk!" You huffed, finally being able to stop his rant before it went into him insulting himself. "I feel the same way, Levi. I've always had. I don't care if this will be your first relationship or not, I want to be with you. I want to call you my boyfriend, I've been wanting to tell you for so long, I always just missed my chance to do so." Oh no, is he crying? He felt so much lighter now, feeling so much weight come off his shoulders, a wave of relief and joy washing over him. So many emotions all at once. "We can figure things out along the way, okay? If you feel like you're messing things up, we can talk about it." And with that, you pressed your lips against his.

Oh boy, not only did you feel the same way back, you're kissing him! He felt like he just went back to the celestial realm, this was heaven. Adrenaline was still pumping through him, making him shake. You pulled back, feeling a tad bit embarrassed yourself.

It was silent. Not an uncomfortable or a tense one. It was strangely comfortable and comforting.

Letting his impulsiveness take over him, he wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly. He swore you could feel how hard his heart was beating. You wrapped your arms around him, sitting there in a peaceful silence.

"Thank you for giving me a chance, you really are the best anyone could ask for. I don't have to feel overly jealous seeing you hang out with other people now, knowing that you love me. I really do love you, MC."

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thebluewritingbench · 3 years

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if you’re still taking prompts, can you do happiness #1?

Before we launch into 6b next week, here's a small fantasy of a scene that I wish the cw would give us. Happiness #1 from this prompt list again.

“I’ve loved you since the day we met.”

“Alex calls it The Honesty Policy.”

Lena takes the mug of hot chocolate Kara offers, cradling it between her hands. “The Honesty Policy?” she asks, as Kara sits down on the couch beside her.

“I imagine Kelly probably fed it to her,” Kara says. “But she was helping me try to figure out how we could get ourselves… well, back to normal, after everything, and she was really insistent that this one was worth a try.”

“What is it?”

“Exactly what it sounds like. No more secrets,” Kara says, tapping her own collarbone, then fixing her gaze pointedly on Lena. “No more lying. We tell each other things. We’re honest. We trust each other with our secrets.”

Lena nods, looking down into her mug of hot chocolate. The dim lights of Kara’s loft glow orange across her cheekbones, and in the silence, the sounds of late-night passing cars rumble up from the street below. It’s the first time they’ve really spent time truly alone together since… well everything.

There’s still a lot of awkwardness between them; turns out secrets and betrayal and double-crossing—and the fact that forgiveness was barely hatching between them when Kara was banished to the phantom zone—will do that to a friendship. There was the initial hug, of course, after Kara was rescued, when Lena wrapped her arms around Kara and buried her face in Kara’s neck and held her so tightly that Kara was certain she’d never let go, her breath coming in ragged gasps and her whole body quivering. It was somewhat surreal, the warm shock of having Lena in her arms after so many months, her hair against Kara’s cheek, the muted scent of her shampoo. They’d sank to the floor, still holding each as the ship creaked around them, and stayed there for god knows how long in each other arms.

But since then, since that initial wordless embrace that felt as much like coming home as anything, they haven’t known what to say to each other. They work together easily enough, the animosity between Supergirl and Lena finally gone, but it’s more difficult when they’re just Kara and Lena. They’ve forgiven each other, Kara thinks. Or at least agreed to forgive each other, even if there’s still work to be done. But it’s weird. It’s not like they can snap straight back into how things were before.

Hence The Honesty Policy.

“Okay,” Lena says finally. “Yes. No more secrets. A clean start.”

A clean start. It’s what they need, after an entire friendship where one or the other of them has been hiding things. For the first time, everything between them will be out in the open. Nothing left to hide.

It’s oddly freeing.

Kara takes a sip of her hot chocolate. “So, where do we start?”

“Start?”

“I think we should have just an honest conversation. I don’t want this to be awkward anymore, I want to be able to talk to you like we used to. So, in the interest of honesty, tell me something you’ve never told me before. It doesn’t have to be big—” she adds hurriedly, when Lena’s eyes widen in alarm. “Something small. Something tiny you’ve never had reason to tell me.”

Lena nods slowly, thinking. “In the interest of honesty…” she starts. “In the interest of honesty, I… I really think that those bangs were a mistake.”

Kara makes a noise of offended disbelief in the back of her throat. “I—Rude!”

“You said to be honest!” Lena says, biting her lip like she’s holding back a laugh. “They’re growing out now, anyways. It looks much better.”

Kara gives her bangs a self-conscious pat. They’re still at a slightly awkward length, but they’re long enough to blend in semi-decently with the rest of her hair now. “If we’re being honest, then,” she says. “I think that blouse is really ugly.”

Lena looks down at herself. She sounds slightly hurt when she says, “What’s wrong with it?”

“Everything! It’s—the pattern! The sleeves! The collar! It looks like it’s made of cheap polyester.”

“It’s designer!” Lena pouts.

“Who designed it?”

“Well, I thought that blazer you wore last week was kind of hideous. I didn’t say anything at the time, but in the interest of honesty…”

Kara laughs, and Lena’s irritated expression melts away at her laughter, something in her eyes softening. It’s an expression Kara’s been seeing on her more often, in moments she catches Lena watching her when she thinks Kara isn’t paying attention.

She’s always paying attention to Lena.

“Maybe we should just agree to say that we both have questionable fashion taste sometimes and call it a day,” she says, downing the rest of her hot chocolate and placing the mug on the table.

Lena takes a dainty sip of her own still mostly filled mug. “Fine.”

There’s a long pause, and Kara taps her fingers on her pant leg and tries to think of a new conversation starter. She finally settles on. “In the interest of honesty… how are you holding up?”

Lena shrugs. “I’m okay, I suppose. I’m anxious about Lex—I know it’s only a matter of time before he’s back on our heels. Mostly, I’m just glad to have you back.” She looks over her mug at Kara. “I think that’s more a question I should be asking you, though.”

The look of intense concern in Lena’s eyes makes her feel hot, and Kara squirms slightly, pulling her collar away from her neck with a finger. She wants to say I’m fine, but honesty is the whole point of this exercise. “I’m… still not great. Being back there it… brought up a lot. Brought back a lot. I’m still having a really hard time with it all. It’s—it’s hard to talk about.”

“We don’t have to talk about it right now.”

“I want to talk about with you at some point. I just… don’t want it to ruin every conversation I have, you know? I want some things to be normal, still. I want to pretend things can be normal.”

“That makes sense,” Lena nods. She looks small when she says, “In the—in the interest of honesty, are you still mad?”

“At you?” Lena nods again, and Kara sighs, looking away. “It’s complicated, I guess. A little, maybe? I meant it when I said I forgave you, but there’s still part of me that’s a little angry. You did a lot of things that were… really bad, Lena.”

“I know.”

“Are you still mad at me?” Kara asks, and Lena’s shaking her head before she even finishes the question.

“No. No, I’m done being mad at you. I get it. I get why you hid your identity, and I wish you’d told me sooner, but I’m not angry anymore. I don’t have enough energy to be angry anymore. I’m happier if I don’t hate you.”

“Well, I’m glad for that.”

“I would have done anything to get you back, you know,” Lena says in a rush, words spilling out like she can’t stop them. “You say I did bad things before, but I would have watched the world burn if it meant I could have brought you back.” She looks down at her lap. “Who knows what I would have done if Alex hadn’t been there to stop me.”

“Lena.” Kara reaches over to take her hand. “You know I can’t possibly be mad at you for that.”

“No?”

“Of course not.”

“Okay,” Lena whispers. Kara watches her swirl around the dregs of her hot chocolate and takes a deep breath.

There’s still one more secret between them. One more secret that has the potential to ruin their friendship. Kara thinks they’re both aware of it, on some level. Aware of the way the weight of it shifts their every interaction. The others are aware of it too, have maybe known longer than Kara has. Alex certainly has. It was she who looked Kara in the eye when they were discussing this whole honestly policy and said, “You have to tell her this. You know you do.”

She can’t risk another secret in their relationship.

“Um, in the interest of honesty,” she starts, and finds she can’t quite meet Lena’s eyes. “I have to tell you—in all honesty, I would probably just keep it a secret, if I could, but I don’t think we should do secrets anymore, so I just need to tell you that I, um, have feelings for you.”

Lena straightens. “Feelings?” she says, her voice cautious.

Kara closes her eyes. Takes a breath. Steadies herself. Opens them again. “I’m in love with you,” she says. “Um, nothing has to change if you don’t want it to, but I need… I need you to know.”

“Oh,” breathes Lena. She opens her mouth, and it seem to take several moments for the words to catch up with her. “Well, in—in the interest of honesty, Kara, I’ve—I’ve been in love with you for years.” She gives a wry little half smile. “If we’re being honest.”

“What? You have?”

“Darling,” says Lena. “I’ve loved you since the day we met.”

“The day we met?”

“Why do you think it hurt me so badly when I found out who you were? Why do you think I was so deep in denial about it that I never figured it out myself? Do you really think you were that good at hiding it?”

“I mean, I thought—”

“The disguise. The hair. The glasses.” She puts down her mug, then reaches over and gently tugs the glasses from Kara’s face, folding the arms in and placing them on the table. She brushes a strand of hair behind Kara’s ear. “You mentioned Supergirl far too much as Kara and Kara far too much as Supergirl and one time you told me you flew to my office on a bus.”

“That’s—yeah, that’s fair, actually.”

“You’re in love with me? Honestly?” whispers Lena.

“I am. I really, truly am. Why do you think I refused to give up on you when everyone else was ready to?”

“I thought that just how you are. You don’t give up on anyone.”

“I try not to. But you, I could never bear to, even when it seemed like the only logical option to everyone else. Why do you think I waited so long to tell you in the first place? I was so scared to ruin things between us.”

“Why do you think I bought you an entire media empire?” Lena murmurs, and she’s so close, hand fisted in the collar of Kara’s shirt.

Kara giggles. “Why do you think I flew all over Europe to get you lunch?”

Lena laughs, and it’s such a relief to hear her laughter again, to let the conversation flow between them. There’s a bud of hope for the future that’s been sitting in Kara’s chest for years now, and under Lena’s adoring gaze, it starts to open.

“In all honesty,” Kara says, “I’d really like to kiss you right now.”

Lena slips a hand into her hair, runs her thumb over Kara’s cheekbone. “In all honesty?” She leans in, pressing their foreheads together. “I’d like that.”

#supergirl #supercorp #supercorp fic #kara danvers #lena luthor #supergirl fanfic #featuring me making fun of the supergirl costume department and also the bangs #and justifying all the sc bullshit i can #and making our girls have an hONEST CONVERSATIOn #is this therapy?#anyways I wrote this as a palate cleanser in between chapters of my WIP so enjoy :D #asks #anon #prompts #bluewritingbench writes #bluewritingbench ficlets

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the boys x tough f!reader (part 2)

requested by : @dranonymous

i love this idea and i hope you all enjoy part two! :D here’s part 1 with the original request.

warnings: swearing, canon-typical violence, dwight is really cute, danny is an asshole, jake is that cute “stoic man who is actually caring and thoughtful” trope because i say so

𝐃𝐖𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃

you are so cool. like ,,,,,so cool

dwight admires you so much. you just got here and yet you are breaking pyramid head’s ankles—dodging his trail of torment left and right, the killer just can’t touch you.

and how did you feel about everything? terrified, honestly, but nobody would ever be able to tell because you didn’t let it get to you. it was like you had already been here before, because the second you learned how to do something, you had it down no problem. fixing generators came naturally, and you could also run the killer for the whole trial if you had to. teammates could easily rely on you to do whatever needed to be done.

that was what made you and dwight such a powerful duo. from the moment you met, you knew you felt comfortable around this guy. he was sweet, maybe a little timid sometimes, but he knew how to step up and be a leader for everyone despite his fears.

you both knew what to do, and you fit together like a glove. your minds worked in very similar ways, which made communicating that much easier and efficient; the second a decision needed to be made, dwight was on top of it, encouraging the teammates and helping them get on their feet. you were already ahead of them, so dwight would just nod to you, knowing you could do your job well.

of course, there were times when dwight’s anxiety got the better of him, and you had to be the one encouraging him.

dwight hated the hag. despised her. he could not stand her jumpscares when a trap was triggered, he would swear he was about to have a heart attack. he couldn’t admit this at first, but you figured it out when feng min was hooked and dwight stuck to the generator, nervously glancing over his shoulder every few seconds. he always went for the saves, so something was obviously wrong.

“dwight? why don’t you go save her?” you asked, eyeing him from your side of the generator.

he didn’t respond, looking over his shoulder again.

you decided to rescue min, but when you got back, you were going to chew dwight out until he gave you a straight answer.

you crawled up to the hook to avoid triggering a trap and gently lowered min to the ground. the two of you inched away carefully until you were far enough away to patch her wound.

“dwight, get off your ass and answer me,” you demanded (affectionately) once you were back at the generator, which was nearly finished. “what’s wrong?”

his eyes conveyed nervousness in every sense of the word; they darted all around, searching for any incoming danger. this was your first time seeing him like this, so you were confused. was he alright?

“it’s just…the hag,” he started, still fiddling with the wires. “her traps, i can’t…”

oh. was he anxious about the traps?

“i just can’t deal with them,” he finally said with difficulty. that was understandable; when they caught you off guard it definitely made you leap out of your skin.

“dwight, listen,” you said. “you’ve dealt with every other killer in this realm, haven’t you? you’ve bested the nurse, the huntress, micky myers, and even the spirit, who’s a bitch. i know hag’s traps are fucking terrifying, but you’re dwight! you are a leader, and you are good at being a leader. you can get out of here, i promise. and besides, with me here, you have nothing to worry about. i’ll kick that witch’s ass, got it?”

your very inspirational speech got him to smile. you were right, anyways—you could definitely kick the hag’s ass. what could go wrong?

nothing, actually. genuinely nothing went wrong. you took chase for the rest of the trial so that dwight didn’t have to worry about a thing, and everybody escaped with no problem. he didn’t understand how you were so good at evading capture—but perhaps you would tell him about your past eventually. you hadn’t yet decided.

back at the campfire, you and dwight comfortably sat side-by-side, patiently waiting until your next trials.

“thanks,” he said.

“for what?”

“for that very motivational speech you gave me,” he laughed.

you wiped imaginary dust off of your shoulder, giving him a confident smile. “i got your back. and man, that hag lady really is a bitch, huh? i can see why you hate her.”

that comment unintentionally caused one of dwight’s long, angry rants about his least favorite killer, and all you could do was watch him and listen with a soft grin on your lips. you’d never seen him angry before—it was adorable. made you wonder if you should just piss him off for fun sometimes.

𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊

this guy has hella respect for you

you’re independent and easy to teach, and that’s everything he could ask for.

now and then, the other survivors basically gave newbies to jake to teach them everything about the realm—they considered him the expert on all things survival. you were one of those newbies he was forced to take care of.

jake normally hated teaching new survivors more than anything, because it was never his choice and they were all so difficult. but you were different. you were responsible, reliable, and smart, and it made his job so much easier. as time went on, he grew to be quite fond of you.

word eventually got out that the new girl had managed to charm jake out of his “hermit ways,” but he insisted that it was not true (he also disagreed about the “hermit ways” part). it was never spoken of between the two of you, but it definitely floated around in the air waiting to be addressed.

it really couldn’t be ignored any longer. anytime you were seen anywhere within 24 feet of each other, the other survivors would give you looks and wiggle their eyebrows or shoot you a thumbs up—all of which were unwanted. it created a weird tension between you and jake that wasn’t there before, and you really didn’t like it.

you missed when you were first starting out, and jake had just realized how competent you are. those days were fun—he respected you a lot; you could see it in his face when he looked at you. you always knew when he was pleased and when you did stuff right, because he would have the tiniest, most subtle grin on his face, but you could see it, and it made you feel accomplished.

you knew he still respected you, but you had basically jumped the learning curve of the realm and quickly adapted to every killer, every challenge, and every task. how you did it, nobody could ever know. but you were almost sad, because there was kind of no reason for you and jake to spend a lot of time together anymore. if you did, then everybody would freak out for the wrong reasons, and it would ruin your friendship.

so what if you had a few small feelings for him? no one gave a shit—you knew jake probably wouldn’t give a shit. to him, you were just another annoying survivor he was forced to teach. besides, you didn’t have time for that kind of thing.

man, were you wrong, though. he really, really wanted to be around you, but you already knew everything, so he didn’t know what to do to spend time with you. his way of initial bonding was sharing knowledge, but that had already been done, so…what now?

then came the one trial that changed everything.

it was normal at first. the killer, blight, was doing well, so you had to step up your game. one generator was completed and he had 4 hooks on three different people—you were the only one not hooked yet.

he was after you, and you were expertly dodging every rush and swing he threw your way. unfortunately, you accidentally ran to the generator that jake was working on, and things got a little complicated.

when the blight rushed at the wall, then at you, jake ran towards you while you ran towards him—you were both looking over your shoulders—and alas, bonk. you crashed into each other.

oh, no!! how terrible!! looks like jake fell on top of you :/ what an unfortunate situation to be in /s /s /s /s /s

wowwww near proximity ! you’d never been so close before and it was awkward but nice (?)

then you remembered there was a crazy drug addict or whatever over there and he was chasing you, and the moment was ruined. jake quickly rose and pulled you up with him, and you went in opposite directions, both nervous and wide-eyed now.

lol

after that, the trial went quite south. everybody was sacrificed. perhaps the loss could be partly attributed to you and jake avoiding each other like the plague. but who knows, right?

back at the campfire, you began feeling overwhelmed by all the weird stuff happening lately, so you excused yourself to the edge of the woods to have some quiet time to yourself. a few minutes later, jake came to check on you bc he is a fucking gentleman and yes i will die for the “stoic man who is actually caring and thoughtful” trope. fuck you

it’s slightly awkward at first, but then you start talking like normal and things feel a lot better. a little bit of the tension eases away, but not completely. what the fuck do you do with feelings like this?????

you simply composed yourself as best you could. it would have to do.

now that you felt a little more normal (lie), you trekked back to the campfire to wait for your next trials side-by-side. there was no one you felt more comfortable with or more respected by than jake. he appreciated you for your competency, and that was one of the best things you could ask for.

and to your surprise, jake actually took your hand and laced your fingers with his own. and it felt nice. never in your existence would you have thought he would be okay with displaying public affection, but you smiled up at him and gave his hand a light squeeze.

maybe the entity gave him drugs.

or he just liked you that much. either one would make sense.

𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍

danny hated you. he really did.

you were so unbothered, so calm, so good at knowing what to do. it really pissed him off.

you got so much attention from the other survivors for your skill and that really pissed him off too. it’s not like you cared or wanted it or anything, but how dare they even touch you when you so clearly belonged to danny?

…who knows wtf that even means. so anyways-

when you realized how much time danny spent chasing you in trials when he should have been patrolling generators, you began to get suspicious. especially when he would take you to the hatch and then close it in your face, watching you die to the entity. he obviously had some kind of beef with you.

you were determined to find out what he had against you, so you began to tease him a bit in chases. your favorite and most frequent phrase was something like, "can't catch me? lil baby man? lil baby? lil baby man gonna cry?" you were really testing your luck with that one, and that's why you loved it.

once, you told him his fly was down, and he actually fell for it, making you nearly keel over in laughter. you got moried without even being hooked after that.

despite the horrors that frequented this place, you were never in a crisis about it. you simply learned what had to be done, and then you did it, much to the chagrin of danny. you had skipped the big "useless baby survivor" phase, and that one was his favorite :( he loved trials with new survivors because it was so easy and fun!

but alas, from the beginning, you were always on top of things, always slamming pallets onto his head or saving teammates with a flashlight.

oh, don't even get him started on your flashlight usage. you were the absolute worst to go against--every pallet stun, boom: danny's eyes fucking burned out. every time he picks up a survivor, boom: danny's eyes fucking burned out. you were a bitch with that item.

he finally began to get so fed up with your behavior that he decided you must be taught a lesson. somehow, countless mori and tunneling and camping incidents had not even managed to bother you. you literally did not care. but he had something different in mind this time.

the realm was haddonfield, of course. all of the killers despised this map, and for good reason--you ran danny around the entire neighborhood for three generators. did he have to chase you? no. but he needed to for himself.

he finally caught you in a dead zone, rejoicing to himself as you fell to the ground in defeat. "wow, that was a good chase," you mumbled under your breath, feeling accomplished. one of your best against danny, probably.

you were expecting him to pick you up, but instead he snatched the flashlight from your grasp and chucked it as far away as he could. and before you could protest, he pulled you up to stand again and yanked you towards himself, gripping your wrists so tightly you swore it left bruises.

"what's wrong...lil baby man?" you said with a pout, trying not to laugh. "is baby man angry?"

you were slightly scared if you were being honest, but you couldn't let him know that.

danny sighed. you really didn't know when to stop, did you?

"bitch," he spat, voice dangerously quiet. "cut that shit out."

"what shit?"

he squeezed your arms tighter, provoking an "okay, okay, i get it!" from you.

"do you?"

"sure. what's the worst you could possibly do to me anyways?" after those words left your mouth, you got a weird feeling that the killer was smiling behind his mask.

"listen, uhh, danny, is it?" you said, putting as much nonchalance into your voice as you could. "i just wanna know why you hate me so much. remember that time you closed the hatch in my face? the fuck was that for?"

he frowned at the use of his name but responded regardless, "you're a little bitch, and you deserved that."

you gasped dramatically, feigning offense. "ouch. that one hurt."

"i can make you hurt a lot more," he said darkly. you probably should have been scared, but you just really couldn't take him seriously.

so you laughed. it shouldn't have been funny, but it just was and now you couldn't stop. "you're just--you--i can't--" you wheezed, shaking from the laughter. "i'm sorry, it's really not funny."

danny didn't understand you. anybody else would have been sobbing if he so much as touched them, and here you were acting like it was a joke.

what could he do if you truly were not afraid of him?

perhaps it was time to let it go.

while his guard was down, suddenly you reached above his head and plucked his mask off, revealing his face and continuing your bouts of laughter at his shocked expression.

you threw the mask in the same direction as the flashlight, composing yourself and putting your hands on your hips. "you look pretty nice," you said, nodding.

wow. what the hell was danny supposed to do with you? perhaps the only completely unbothered, completely unserious survivor? he knew you were smart, and you knew what you were doing. he didn't even want to kill you anymore, you were just that fascinating.

that trial ended in you standing at the exit gate, your finger and your thumb in the shape of an L on your forehead. danny couldn’t care less at this point--he was done with your shit. but somehow he still liked you, and this definitely would not be the last time you saw him without his mask.

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