#at this point i feel like an intervention is needed babes

[faunusrights]

fandom wankery

can the author of The Name of Our Game please hand both the word processor AND the use of ‘…’ over to the authorities please. i’m begging you.

[ariaste]

A Discussion on Book Endings

Hey, friends. Thanks for coming today. I'm sorry to break it to you, but this is an intervention. Please, don't get defensive -- everyone here loves you and cares about you. But listen... I'm gonna need book readers and reviewers to reflect on the idea that finishing a book and going "Oh, I loved it so much, but I wish it was just a few pages longer!" is not really a valid point of negative critique in the assessment of a text.

Let me explain.

When I read people's otherwise wildly positive reviews of books and they say that line, I don't interpret it in context as, "This story needed to be a few pages longer for the plot to work, structurally, and for the ending to achieve a solid resolution." Rather, they basically seem to be saying simply, "I loved it and I didn't want it to end." That's always a GREAT feeling, but then they're.... taking points off from their total rating because of that??? They seem to be penalizing the author because they weren't left with a feeling of "Ugh, thank god it's over"? It's like, "This would have been five stars if it had had just one more chapter but it made me sad that it ended, so four stars" -- Guys, do we understand that's an insane take? It's insane. A book has to end. If you shriek "NO!!!" that it's over because you were having such a great time, that's... that's a symptom of a 5-star book, babes. I'm not sure why there's such a fashion these days for penalizing authors for this particular thing in this particular way, but it's really baffling to me.

But setting aside the puzzling trend of "I'm knocking points off because it ended when it should have gone on until I personally was fully bored and exhausted of it, like the 11th season of a TV show that was only supposed to go until season 4" -- listen, I guarantee you that nine times out of ten, when you're out here longing for just one more chapter or saying "this could have used an epilogue" you... are wishing for something that would have actively ruined your enjoyment and the quality of the book.

Are you a writer yourself? Have you ever finished writing a book before? Have you done it more than once? Have you deeply studied the endings of books? They are HARD, let me tell you what. Endings are so much harder than beginnings, because you're looking for that beautiful final note, like the ending of a symphony, and you're trying to ride it for a few glorious seconds before the FLOURISH and dum-dummmmmm....! and the conductor collapses as the audience bursts into applause! Right? Yes? Except that chances are that one more chapter or epilogue would ruin the pacing and resolution of the ending and muddle up the summary of the theme and thesis statement, and all of this WOULD ACTUALLY fuck up your experience of the story as a whole. For example, please consider the last Harry Potter book as an example. We all hate JKR now for being a TERF but oh, children, how quickly we forget that back in the olden times, we used to hate her for that fucking epilogue that made everything that came before feel rancid and pointless and hollow and cheap. Y'all remember how sickening and infuriating that was? Do you remember the Hunger Games epilogue? Nine times out of ten, that's what you're inexplicably wishing for.

To see this point illustrated, let's do a quick exercise together. Go pick out a piece of classical music -- some of my best suggestions for this are Beethoven's Ode to Joy, or "Der Holle Rache" from Mozart's Magic Flute, or Tchaikovsky's 1812 Overture. Listen to it all the way through. If you're struggling with scrolling addiction and your attention span has been severely damaged, fine, listen to the last two minutes ("Der Holle Rache" is the shortest, just 3 minutes). Then, after the song is done, click back to some random spot earlier in the piece, listen to another 30 seconds, and then stop. Consider: Did adding that last 30 seconds materially improve the piece, or did it undermine the overall emotional journey? Did it help the ending to stick the landing even more than it already did, or does it just feel weirdly stuck-on as an afterthought, like the "for more fun videos, check out the rest of our channel and don't forget to subscribe!!!" card at the end of youtube videos?

When you are wishing for an epilogue, my doves, you are wishing for something you do not actually want -- or which you probably would not want if you had the option to see it in practice and compare it side by side with the original. You are wishing for something that would more than likely make the story worse. You are holding the author at fault for something being wrong with the text only because you hit immersion and were having a lot of fun and didn't want to come back up for air. Like, I'm just not sure that's something that the author should be blamed for? It sounds like they were doing their job really well???

Please, just. Separate your feelings of "bittersweet disappointment that this wonderful book is over" from "frustration that the author didn't stick the landing, ugh what a flop" because they are two separate things. Before you say "I'm taking points off because I wish there was more", please take two seconds to ask yourself critical thinking questions like, "Why did the author choose to end the book here rather than in two more chapters?" because (other than a few wild outliers that should not be counted) the answer is never, "They got bored and just didn't feel like finishing the story." Chances are, they chose that specific ending for a reason. They ended it there because that's the point that underlines the thesis statement of the book, or because the emotions of that scene are the ones they want you to remember and walk away with, or because that marks the place where the story arc is genuinely over. When the author says, "And they all lived happily ever after," that means that what happily-ever-after looks like is in your hands now.

Nine times out of ten, you don't want one more chapter. Please. I promise you that you don't want one more chapter. The book is done; what you want now is either fanfiction or someone to talk about it with. Or maybe to start the book over from the beginning! Believe me, you would not want one more chapter if you had it. (Or, if you did have it and it magically didn't suck, you would just keep wanting more chapters because that's what "really enjoying the book" means. In which case, go read fanfic, that's what it is for.) I promise you, I promise you, the book would probably be worse with one more chapter and you would not like it as much. Please stop wishing for the author to be less good at their job. Please. A book has to end; so does this post. And we all live happily ever after*. The End.

----- * The post-canon coffeeshop AU sequel will be detailed exhaustively on AO3

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

Potential TW ::: Difficulty conceiving. & for my vomit-sensitive friends, here's a mildly changed version: PUKE FREE EDIT

A/N ::: I am so tired tonight that this was not super proofed. This was an ask that came via my messages. They wanted a story with the spicy and the sweet parts of Kats & F.reader tryin' for a baby. I hope it has all the elements you wanted and that you like it!

C/W ::: Aged up Kats x f.reader, several mentions of vomiting & other facial fluids being discharged (snot, tears, puke). Oral M->F Quite a bit of P->V. Lovey dovey stuff, sweet moments between 2 people who just want a freakin' baby. Ok? 😭

WC ::: 4,923 (Jesus christ, I'm so sorry. This totally got away from me and I don't even know how.)

"Hey babe, it's me." Katsuki said in his usual growly voice. "I guess you're still at work or somethin'. Anyway, I'll be home tomorrow night. Also, I'been holdin' back. So, be ready for me. I love you, call me if ya want."

Katsuki was out of town on a job. He's been gone for almost a week now, the longest you two have been apart since you got married, almost 2 years ago. You missed him, sure. But when he came home, stomping through the entryway, yelling for you, it was the best feeling to be wrapped up in his arms and smooshed into his chest.

The two of you have been leaving yourselves open to having a baby for about 4 months now. It hasn't been constant trying, but the longer it goes that you're not getting pregnant, the more you feel like you're needing to take this more seriously. You started reading up on the most productive positions to get the result you're looking for, studying what you can do before and after you do the deed. How to check your basal temperature. When doctor intervention becomes more than a discussion and an absolute necessity.

The phone beeps, alerting you to your missed call and voicemail. "What ... oh, damn it." You listen to the message Katsuki left you and couldn't help the soft pink blush that spread over your face and chest. No man had ever made you feel the way he has. You had been pretty reserved until he helped you tap into your inner slutty girl. It sounds bad, but you've not looked back once since he brought you out of your little sexual shell. And why should you? Every time you're with him you swear it's the best sex you've ever had. Point being, you got really lucky to have him love you and be able to love him.

Pushing #1 on speed dial, you hear the other line ringing and start praying to whatever gods would listen to you that he'd answer his phone.

"Hey brat. Y'ignorin' me now or some shit like that? The fuck ya think ya are?" You could hear him choke out a laugh. The background noise was almost louder than he was.

"You know it, you caught me. Trying to ignore you. What're you gonna do about it?" You giggled when you heard his breath hitch in his throat. Your voice got low and breathy, "You gonna punish me, hm? Good luck catching me, Kats."

The phone crackled a few times before you heard him, "Hey! Y'there? Babe!? Goddamn it, this shit ass fuc---" and then you heard nothing.

"K-Kats? Hello? Are you ... are you there? Oh." You tossed the phone on the couch and pouted. "Things were just about to get good, too." You whined to the cat. But you knew they didn't care. They were Kats' anyway. They merely tolerated you until they were hungry and then they were your biggest fan.

A chime rang out into the quiet room and you pounced on it. A text from Katsuki, "Sorry, shit reception here. I'll try to call you from the hotel later. XXX"

It was about 6pm. Too early for bed, too late to go anywhere. So you curled up on the couch and watched your wedding video. You laughed and cried about how stupid you felt for missing him so much. He's only been gone a week and he'll be home tomorrow. Less than 24 hours and you would be together again.

You woke up to the sun forcing its way through the edges of the window coverings. "He's coming home today! He ... is finally coming home today!" A contented sigh heaved its way from your chest as you stood and stretched the uncomfortable position you slept in from your body. And then immediately a wave of nausea washed over you. "The f-," you covered your mouth and ran to the bathroom. Lifting the toilet lid, you took pause and started praying that you wouldn't puke. "Mmm ..." Your eyes roamed to the bathroom cupboard. The nausea faded and soon your body followed your eyes' lead and you started to crawl to open the door and pull out a pregnancy test.

You peed on the plastic receptacle and set the timer you'd bought specially for the bathroom, only to hurry up and wait for the next 3 minutes.

"Oh." You tried so hard not to let yourself get wrapped up in the hope that all of your fun and hard work had finally paid off. But it still hurt. It always hurt. It was a relief though, that Katsuki wasn't here to have to go through this again. He always somehow got more excited than you at the prospect of you becoming parents. 'There's plenty uh’time, ma,' he always says to you whenever the result is another negative.

It would be several hours before he'd be home, so you put yourself together and set out to grocery shop. You decided to stop by your favorite little boutique and look around at the lingerie. Maybe that would help cheer you up and raise moral to romp around with your husband. You laughed at the stupid thought. It was always fun to be with Katsuki.

You managed to knock all of your tasks out in a couple of hours and drove home to get stuff put away. You still wanted to shower, put on the new lingerie you bought and figure out what to do for dinner. Take-out was calling your name tonight.

In the shower, you started to think about how much you loved Katsuki. And a familiar, warm, tingly feeling started to bloom in the pit of your stomach. Unconsciously, you began rubbing your thighs together trying to alleviate the pressure - however pleasant it might be - building there. It was a dangerous game you were playing here. If you rubbed them too much, you know you'd get beyond frustrated and have to take care of this on your own. And there was nothing you wanted more than for him to be the one to alleviate this pent up tension in your body. Seeing as he was the one causing it, it only seemed fair.

Hurrying to finish washing up, you managed to get out of there with only a little bit of lingering agitation. Perhaps agitation was too strong a word. But you missed him so much there was no other word you could think of to replace it.

All wrapped up in a towel, you went to your room and looked over the clothes you had laid out for tonight. The dress you chose was newer, you picked it up a month or so ago, but haven't had the chance to wear it. It’s so new that he hasn't even seen it on you. The lingerie was a strappy black 1 piece and it looked so confusing to you. But you wanted to look nice for him. You knew he would love it for the whole 30 seconds it was on you before he tore it off. Yet you couldn't help but feel a little bit nervous about his homecoming.

It all felt so new to you for some strange reason.

His Jeep pulled into the driveway and your heart all but stopped beating. Your face got hot and you felt like you were going to puke again. "Jesus, calm yourself, y/n. You're married for Christ's sake. Have been for over 2 years. He is your husband. He already loves you." But you didn't believe a word you said to yourself.

You ran to the bedroom to take one last quick glance at your appearance. Smoothing down the dress at your stomach, you noticed it didn't sit quite like it did when you first bought it. You just chalked it up to a little bit of stress eating with Katsuki being gone, and you trying to stay cool about (not) getting pregnant. It just caught up to you. No matter. He's home.

The front door opened and you heard his heavy footsteps. Music to your ears. "Babe? 'M home. Get yer ass ov-", You peeked your head out of the bedroom and gave him a sassy smile. "There you are, fuck, missed you so much. Don't move." He tossed his keys onto the kitchen table and walked toward you like he was hunting you. Like if he moved to quickly you'd get startled and run away from him. Little did he know that it would take a lot more than him running at you to make you even flinch.

"I missed you too, Kats. So much." You whispered as he got closer. He reached out for you and pulled you flush against him, his mouth immediately finding yours. His lips were so soft and warm and he smelled so good. You couldn't resist the urge to kiss him deeper, and you let your tongue brush his bottom lip. He growled and held you tighter.

"Fuck, y’taste so good. Yer gonna kill me. I can't wait for you any longer. All of you. Every part of you." He kissed your cheek and then your ear, sucking the lobe into his mouth and tugging on it with his teeth. You moaned and ground your hips into his. The sensation of his hardness rubbing against you made you ache with need.

"Oh God. Please. I need you so much." Every brush of his fingers against your body left a trail of raised, peach fuzz hairs in their wake. You were panting now, trying to catch your breath from his lips on your skin. He pulled back and looked at you, his eyes shining with love and lust. "I love you so much, babe."

"I love you too, Katsuki." Your voice was breathy and quiet, almost like you were afraid to say it.

He leaned in and kissed you again, this time with more heat and intensity. His hands found their way to your ass and he squeezed, eliciting a whimper from your lips. "Let's go to bed." He grabbed your hand and led you to the bedroom.

You walked in and he pushed you onto the bed. You squealed and giggled as you bounced. He stood over you and started to unbutton his shirt. His abs and pecs were on display for you. You couldn't help but lick your lips at the sight of his muscles moving as he shrugged his shirt off his shoulders. He moved to unbuckle his belt and you got a little nervous. He was so hot and you felt like you couldn't keep up with him. But he always managed to make you feel like the most beautiful woman on earth.

As he took his pants off, you got up and stood in front of him so he could unzip the dress. "You make this dress look so fuckin' beautiful, babe. Goddamn. So sexy. But y'know, 's much as I love this, 'm dying to see what's underne- Hoh fuck. Th- you- fuck that's hot. This new?" He asked as he covered his mouth with his right hand and shook his head slowly.

"You like it?" You blushed hard.

"Do I fuckin' like it. C'mere. Fuckin' c'mere and I'll show you just how much I like it." He pulled you close and kissed your lips, your neck, your chest. You could feel him hard and throbbing against your lower stomach. It was driving you wild.

He turned you around and began to kiss your shoulders. He moved the straps of the lingerie down and bit your skin gently. "Ah! Katsuki, please. Please touch me. I need you."

"Patience. G’na take my time with you. Got about 6 days to make up for, darlin'. Lemme have this. Lemme have you."

He turned you back around and kissed you deeply. He held you close and you could feel the heat radiating from his body. "I am so glad you're home, Kats." You whispered while you pulled him to the bed.

You laid there and let him take over, let him do what he wanted. And what he wanted was to drive you crazy. He kissed every inch of your body, making sure to pay extra attention to your most sensitive parts.

"You work out this week or somethin'?" He asked between kissing your hot skin. He moved down to your belly. "Fuck, you're just so ..." he growled against your skin as he breathed you in. "Your tits look fantastic. You're so ... gah ... I dunno. You're just so soft." He ran his hands over your curves and squeezed your hips.

You pulled his hair and guided him to your core. "Katsuki, need ... need your mouth." He obliged and licked a stripe up your slit, his tongue pressing firmly against your clit and you jumped back. "Hohmygod, Kats! Fuck!!"

"S'sensitive for me," he dove back in and started to suck on your clit, swirling his tongue around it and then flattening it and moving it side to side, "Fumkin' lub et." You felt like you were going to burst. The feeling was overwhelming and you felt yourself get close to the edge faster than you could ever remember.

"Katsu- kugh, ohmygod, I'm gonna ... I'm gonna ..." You grabbed his head and pushed him further into you. He moaned and his hands dug into your thighs as he kept working your swollen cunt.

"Cum for me, baby. Show me how fuckin’ hard y’can cum for me. Lemme see that pretty pussy cum for me." He moved back down and started sucking and licking your clit again, his fingers sliding inside you and hitting that spot you love so much.

Your whole body tensed up and you felt yourself explode all over his fingers and tongue. "Katsuki!!!" You screamed and bucked your hips against his face, chasing your orgasm. You could feel him smiling against your skin as you rode out your pleasure against his face and hands. You didn't know what you were rubbing yourself against but there was no part of you that could stop it from happening.

"G'girl. Fuck, you taste s'good, babe. Kinda diff’rent. More tart. Lemony." He kissed your thigh and then crawled up to kiss you. "Gonna fuck a baby into you now." He smiled down at you, much more sweetly than his intentions actually were and held your legs open so he could slide himself inside you.

"Mmmm, yes ... please, want you … in me." You whined as he started to push himself in. He was big, you were used to it. But tonight you needed a minute or two to adjust to his size. It felt like you were clenching down on him, almost purposely. Making it more difficult for him to push himself entirely inside of you. 

"Jesus fuck, you sure you weren't doing some pussy push-ups r'somethin'? You're so tight, babe. Feels so fuckin' good. But … Jesus."

You couldn't control your laughter at him calling kegel exercises 'pussy push-ups'. It was so stupid, but it made you feel warm and loved that he cared enough to notice things like that. "I've been practicing, yeah." You smirked and he leaned in and kissed you again.

"Good. So fuckin' good. Now, g'na fuck you 'til you can't stand it. I'm gonna cum in that hot pussy and make you the sexiest ma on the face of the planet." He growled against your lips as he started to move inside you.

You lost track of time and your body just reacted to him. He was rough and tender. Everything you needed and more. The two of you singing this song of moans in unison sounded better than any of your favorite songs ever had. His grunts and growls filled the room, as he fucked you harder and harder, so too, did your moaning and muttering of how good he felt get louder.

"Kats ... gonna cum again. Pleasepleaseplease ... you gotta cum first! It w- oh god - it works better if you cum first ... I think! Hurry up!" You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him deeper into you. You could feel your walls tightening and pulsating around his cock and it was the most exquisite feeling.

"Bah, fuck, I'm close babe. Gonna fill you up so good. Fuck, gonna fill you up with my cum." He grabbed your legs and pushed them back so your knees were against your chest and your ankles were at his ears. He held onto the back of your legs and pounded into you with all the strength he had left in him.

"Yesyesyes! Katsuki! Cum in me!" You were on the edge of your orgasm and you couldn't hold it at bay any longer. You felt the hot wetness of his seed filling you up and you let yourself go, your pussy clenched around his cock.

He stayed inside you for a minute or two, panting and kissing your forehead. Droplets of sweat fell from his face to yours. It was disgustingly intimate. You had never felt closer to him. Physically or emotionally.

"I love you." He whispered, his breath warm against your skin.

"I love you." You whispered back.

And with that, he rolled off of you and snuggled up against your back, his hand resting on your stomach. The two of you fell asleep a short time later. Still happily tangled up in one another.

The next morning you awoke to Katsuki gently rolling his cock against your ass. You turned your head as best you could to see him, but when you managed to, you saw that he was still fast asleep. It didn't diminish the arousal that began to creep its way through your body, though.

You rolled over and kissed his face, whispering sweet nothings to him as you tried to wake him. "Kaaats, you wanna go again?" Running your hand down his chest and stomach, stopping about halfway down his happy trail, he opened his eyes slowly and gave you a half smile that looked so sexy on him.

"Mornin' babe. Wha' was I doin'?" He asked, looking down at his erection. "Ah. Was havin' a really ... really good dream 'bout you. Wan' me to show ya what we were doin'?" He flopped onto his back and pulled you on top of him so you were straddling his waist. "Y'so fuckin' wet already. Damn woman. You could put out a fire with that pussy. Hm-hm. Let's start one first though, yeah?" His hands dug into the plush of your hips and pushed/pulled you over him.

Your cunt wrapped so perfectly around him made him let out the most guttural of moans that caused you to clench around nothing. But he felt it and moaned again. It was becoming a vicious little cycle: He'd moan, your body would react, so on and so forth.

He pulled you up, grabbing underneath your ass and lifted you so you were hovering just over his cock. You rolled your head forward to look at him as you slid down, putting just the head inside of you.

"Don't be a fuckin' tease." He growled at you and tried to pull you down, his cock twitching at the denial of the possibility of complete envelopment. "Fucking hell, you're so bratty. Gonna make you pay for this," he laughed.

"Sorry, can't hear you over how good just the head of your cock feels while I'm bouncin' on it." You smirked at him as you wiggled your hips side to side.

He reached up and grabbed your neck, pulling you down to him as he thrust up into you. "I said, don't be a fucking tease," he hissed out through a clenched jaw.

You felt your eyes roll back and your body tense up as he filled you completely. It was almost too much to handle. "Katsu ... ki ... ah, fu-ughh, fuck! Don't stop!" You couldn't hold on anymore. You ground your hips against him as you came, your pussy fluttering and gripping his cock so tightly he couldn't help but follow you over the edge.

All of a sudden, you stopped riding out the last waves of your orgasm. Sitting on top of him still, you put your hand over your mouth and you looked down at him with pure panic in your eyes. "Hmph ..." you shook your head when he asked if you were ok. "Hmphhuh," you gagged again. He helped you off of him and all but dragged your post-o, jellied, naked body to the bathroom and lifted the lid on the toilet for you.

"Y'fuckin' sick'er somethin', babe? Got the flu? What the hell's goin' on?" His brows furrowed and he scowled at you. You knew it was out of concern, not frustration.

You shook your head, trying to compose yourself after something so icky. Hating yourself for doing this right now. Right after such an intimate moment. While he was standing there, staring at you. Puking your guts out. Naked. "Don' knoooohhhh fuck, leave, Kats. Get out! Ple-!"

He squatted down next to you and held your hair back with his right hand and rubbed your back with his left. "'M not fuckin' leavin' you. Not for pukin', not for fuckin' nothin'. Y'fuckin' hear me? Better or worse. Sickness and health and all that other shit. Just shut up and finish. 'L be right here for ya."

The amount of fluid that left your face was disgusting. You'd never had such floodgates open like this before. Puking, crying, snot running from your nose. You were an actual mess. But he stood by you through all of it.

"Hey, babe ... d'ya ... ah shit. D'ya think yer pregnant?" Katsuki asked as you stood from the floor, moving slowly toward the sink to wash your face off. The sparkle in his eyes was undeniable. And it killed you that you had to tell him you weren't.

You leaned over the sink, your face in your hands, and started crying. "I ... oh, Kats. I'm ... I'm not. I took a test a couple of days ago. I didn't w-", his hands on your back silenced you. They were, to date, the most important hands in the world to you. They were strong. They were soft and warm and they are all encompassing. If there were any kind of god, you would live out the rest of your days under his hands.

"Why didn't you tell me? I don't want you carryin’ this all by yourself, y/n. What we don't succeed in doing together, we share the hardships and overcome that ... together. I'm so sorry, babe. I'm sorry I was gone for so long. I shouldn'ta left ya for so long." He spoke to you so quietly. Like his words would be the thing that finally throws you over the edge. The thing that finally breaks you.

"Maybe I ate something." You ran your forearm across your dry lips and hobbled back to the bed to bury yourself in the blankets. "I'm sorry, Kats. I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I won't do that again, promise." He walked over to you and sat down on the edge and brushed the hair from your face.

"G'na get you some 7-up 'n a cold washcloth. Be right back, babe." You watched him walk out of the bedroom and turn down the hallway. His butt jiggling ever so slightly. It made you smile. And it made you feel something else.

"The hell ...?" You sat up in bed and realized that you were horny. Again. Katsuki came back a minute later with what he promised you. Something to drink and a cold, wet cloth for you to put on your face. Smiling as he handed you this stuff, you pulled him in close to you and kissed him on the cheek all the way down to his neck.

"Oh, babe. Yer jus' so ... hah. No matter what. Even with your hair matted to your face and your eyes puffy and red. I love you." He leaned over and kissed your forehead.

"Don't say it." You smiled at him. It was almost like you knew what he was going to say. And you couldn't bear to hear it. Not right now. You had no idea where you two stood in that department. You weren't ready to admit that to each other. Not yet. Not right now.

He smiled back and laid down next to you, spooning you from behind. He ran his hand along your waist and stomach, over and over. It was relaxing. And it was a little bit arousing, but you managed to keep yourself at bay. You had just thrown up, after all.

"I'm sorry, Kats. I'm sorry I can't give us the baby we want. I'm sorry I'm so fucking broken." You choked on your words as tears started to well in your eyes. "I'm so sorry."

He shifted behind you and held you tighter. "Babe, you're not broken. 'Sides, who says it ain't me? Maybe we should make a doctors appointment, yeah? Get my count tested and all that shit. Whatcha say?"

You sniffed and wiped your face with the washcloth. It felt good against your hot face. "You - Kats, you'd do that? You'd have your sperm count checked?" Rolling over to face him, you took his face in your hands and held it there while the two of you just stared at each other.

"Fuckin' never said I wouldn't! Course I will. 'F we ever wanna get to the bottom of this, we hafta explore every possibility, right?" He ran a rough finger along your cheek to collect the freshly fallen tears and wipe them on the sheets. You made an ick face at him and he told you to pipe down, they need to be changed anyway after the night you two just had on them.

***

A couple of weeks past and he had his appointment with the fertility specialist where they ran a count on Kats. They called and said his sperm was 'abnormally high and active'. Their exact words were, "We have never seen anything like it in our careers." He didn't shut up about it for 3 days.

This left you in a fog. Surely, you were the reason you two couldn't conceive. It made you feel like absolute shit. No matter what he said to you, it didn't lift the guilt you were trying to carry all on your own. You thought he shouldn't have to hurt when he wasn't the problem. This complex was exhausting you and you could feel yourself slipping deeper into sadness.

You went to the clinic at the end of the day that Friday, the last appointment they had for the week. They drew your blood and told you they would be in touch on Monday or Tuesday about the next step after they had a chance to evaluate the sample for any obvious

It was Saturday morning and you were both sitting on the back porch eating breakfast when your phone rang. "It's the clinic, Kats. You answer. I don't want to talk to them. They probably found a plastic bag where my uterus is supposed to be." You pushed your phone across the little glass tabletop and got up, carrying the dishes into the kitchen to wash them off.

"Yeah babe, on it. Hello? N-no. You're trying to reach Bakugou? Well, shit. Yeah. That's me, I mean ... I'm her husband, Katsuki. Yes! The man with incredible sperm!" He laughed, you cringed. "Wait, what? No, that's not ... I mean ...," his voice got quiet and he got up, walking across the yard to mess with a fence piece.

You watched him out there fiddle with the broken wooden slat and felt your heart breaking into even smaller pieces. "Fuck." You whispered, looking down at the tiny bubbles popping on the soaking dishes. A tear dripped from your chin and landed on your chest, darkening a spot on your gray Dynamight shirt.

Katsuki came walking into the kitchen and came over to you, putting his hands on your shoulders, he turned you to face him. "Hey, ma?" Getting down on his knees, he put his hands on your waist and smooshed his face into your tummy. "Ma?"

"Are you having a fucking stroke or something? What are you doing, dumbass?" You wiped your chin and huffed out a short, insincere laugh. "Kats, what did - what'd they say. Is it me? Am I ..."

"Yes, babe. It's you. It's you … and the little grenade you're carrying. You're ... we're ... having a baby, y/n. You're fuckin' pregnant." He beamed up at you, tears in his wide eyes. 

"It's you, babe. You and me. And … and … and a little us in you. We did it, y/n. We're gonna have a family!"

You covered your mouth with your hands and cried. Not just a few tears, but a full-on ugly cry. You were going to be a mom. Katsuki was going to be a dad. And this was just the beginning of your lives as a family.

"I'm sorry I didn't believe in us. I'm sorry I let myself think for a second that it wouldn't be us. Us. Just us. I'm so happy it's us." You bent over and kissed his forehead. He stood and wrapped you in his arms and you both just stood there letting this new beautiful reality sink in.

The future was yours and yours alone … well, and Kats’ and the babies, of course. 

Taglist ::: @dreamcastgirl99 @viburnt @arlerts-angel @darkstarlight82

[safetystars]

The Intervention

Rooftop. Now.

I send the photo along with my message. If my text wasn't enough already, I know this will have you running up here as fast as yours legs will carry you. After all, a man can only resist so much.

I look out over the city. Up here, it's so far beneath my feet. This is how the world should look all the time.

I wonder how you imagined I'd be content growing to just 5'7''?

Out of habit, I turn on my camera to check my makeup.

"Perfect," I whisper. My azure eyes smoulder with a smoky, piercing intensity, and the arch of my eyebrows is enticing and dangerous. I note the contouring on my cheekbones, and my bronzer and blush - all to die for. Even more so are my lips, their natural hue enhanced just a little.

I don't even need to check my outfit. As I feel the wind tousle my hair, blow dried into perfect curls, every inch of the lingerie hugs my delicious curves.

Feeling the tightness arouses me, and I look down at my phone again, sitting on my palm, its bottom edge touching my wrist, the top going just past the end of my fingers. 'This thing will soon be useless', I think, not bothering to read your message as I let the device tumble off the edge of the building.

I shiver in anticipation, and then I hear the roof door creak open.

"How did you get in-" you start. I smile as I hear you gasp, as words fail you at the sight of me in the flesh.

And who could blame you?

"So baby, this is basically a fucking intervention."

I turn, meeting your eyes.

"I’ve brought you up here from that hole you work in to show you an idea...to give you a taste... of how things... how I could be."

I don't break eye contact, but shift slightly, letting a ripple of movement make my ass cheeks quiver, my stockings and suspenders straining.

"Oh yes?" you ask, smugly. You haven't understood the situation yet, but you're practically drooling already. I sigh, stoking embers of lust.

"I'm here for more..."

"Is that so? Well-" you start to say, but I turn slightly, letting you see the the fishnet struggling to contain my breasts. Your cockiness dies as my next sigh hints at a moan, accompanied by the groan of the latex straps.

"Wow" is all you can force from your lips.

"Well, that's an understatement," I purr, as the door swings behind you and you take a few steps towards me, "and soon... any words you have will fall short of me."

Your eyes are practically popping out of your head. Just like me from this lingerie. I figured wearing this little number would work.

"This used to fit so well... until..."

I pause, biting my lip as I feel a heat deep within me as I recall that feeling of growing - power and pleasure, and my pulse quickens.

The reverie forces me to work to keep my face and tone relaxed, as I slacken the line, reeling you in slowly, but there's nothing I can do to hide my nipples perking up... Good, I hope you see that.

"But that's not enough... Just imagine it, baby. Me, as tall as this skyline. As big as- bigger than this city!"

I run a hand along my thigh and up my ass, letting my hand rest at my hip.

You open your mouth, your mind struggling to formulate words, overcome by me.

Unblinking, I croon, "And you know you can do it."

"You shouldn't be here-"

My voice is soft and deadly: the subsonic growl of a tiger, a steel dagger sheathed in velvet.

"-You know."

"Babe..."

Your attempt at sternness is endearing.

No mercy. I press - more fuel to the fire.

"Now, take a good, long look at me before we go down to the lab together."

Soon, only one part of you will be left with any firmness at all.

I crook a finger, beckoning you one step, then another. As you get close, I raise a hand, my freshly manicured nails glinting as I signal you to stop just in front of me. In the past, that might not have dissuaded you, but now I've got you wrapped around my finger... Soon, that won't just be figuratively.

I point down, motioning you to kneel. I can't stop myself grinning as you do, like a willing subject. Except, I don't want you to be 'like' a subject, nor should there be any question of 'willing'. I want to be utterly irresistible... even more than I already am.

Holding on to the railing, I stick my ass out and lean towards your face below me. This is making me so wet, and it only feels better as I hear a couple of stitches tear.

I lower myself until I feel your hot breath between my thighs. The heat and aroma of me must be overwhelming, even with the wind. My body is telling you how turned on I am, how much I want- no, need this. My thong feels so tight... I can't wait for it to explode off me, even harder than the last one.

"This is so hot..." you groan.

I start to slowly rise, gradually straightening my legs.

"Fuck..." is all you can murmur.

"Soon, pet," I reply, stroking your face, dragging my nail over your lip.

I lick my lips, and my voice becomes more excited, heightening along with me.

"I want you to picture me stretching out, growing taller. My legs will be getting longer, and I’ll slowly rise beside you, sliding up to match, then surpass your height. Not only that, but I’ll be thicker than you can dream; hips so wide you won’t even be able to wrap you arms around them."

When I feel your hand touch my thigh, I turn quickly. Your hand falls away with the motion, and I look down at you from on high, smirking, before leaning forward, letting my chest breasts against your face for a moment before I lift them just out of reach. Your eyes watch them sway from the momentum.

"God..." you say, and my eyes glint in satisfaction as I see the erection pushing fervently against your trousers.

"Yes?" I reply, raising an eyebrow and arching my back, hands on my hips, sticking my chest out. It strains against the bra further, and I my pussy aches as I feel a thread snap. A nipple is sticking out from one of the gaps in the netting but, truth be told, it's too big to easily fit through the hole, and is fraying the already worn bra further.

"This was my favourite lingerie. It's almost a shame it'll soon be totally and utterly destroyed... almost."

The pressure and the roughness feels incredible, and the heat inside me pulses, growing... just like I want to. I want to be touched, by myself or you, but first...

"I've already..." you protest.

"I want my chest to stick out a fucking mile," I interrupt matter-of-factly, moving back an inch. My voice and look are far off, as if I can see and am conveying that image, my flat sincerity letting you know I'm not being the least bit hyperbolic.

"W-we can't!" you whine. I would chuckle if I weren't so fucking horny.

Teeth gritted, I look straight into you, both imploring and commanding - wanton above all else.

"I need it," I say, moving my arms closer to my body, my elbows slowly pushing my breasts together, deepening my cleavage, mesmerising you, "...to feel my bra tightening, digging in as my boobs grow bigger and bigger."

Fuck, I can't resist. I grab my boobs, marvelling once again at how they already spill from between my fingers. I imagine how amazing it will be when they're even bigger. That thought makes me moan and I lean closer.

I'm briefly thankful I got new boots - I'd never have been able to balance in my old, smaller pair... Plus, I'd never had any as sexy or as high as these.

Sweat beads and cools on my brow, as I press my breasts against your face. There's plenty of them to share... While I knead them, your tongue is there, ready and waiting to serve. I moan again, louder this time, as you latch on to my nipple.

"Oh yessss... I want to feel my nipples growing in your mouth, filling it..." I say, leaning against you heavily, now pressing my breasts to cover as much of your face as I can. "...while my tits get heavier around you."

"Yes..." you echo. An admission, as your will crumbles. You will be mine.

First the carrot, now the stick.

With one hand, I grab the railing, lifting myself a little. Your tongue strains to reach my aching nipple, and I cup your chin, holding it in place, just out of reach. I lift myself a little more and rest my breasts on top of your head. For a moment, I let you grope me - partly to give you some relief, and partly because I'm struggling to resist just fucking you right now.

My panting turns to a smirk as I slowly muster myself, letting your urgent reverence to my tits continue, stroking one of your hands gently. Then, feeling balanced, I let go of the railing. I'm still cupping your chin, and my other hand stops and holds both of yours as I straighten.

"Of course, I’ll pick you up when it gets too high," I consider, casually. I rise to my full height, raised even further by my heels, and look down at you through my heavy lashes, my expression cold.

"Well... the lab is empty today apart from me."

As if I didn't already know that.

Warm, affectionate, I beam at you. "I'll hold you safe in my arms against my chest..." I gush. I stifle a triumphant laugh, letting it come out as a girlish giggle, "and I'll even let you lick my titties!"

"...While my tattered lingerie falls among the wreckage..." I finish huskily.

Towering above your kneeling form, I release you, watching your hands go slack.

"Maybe we could... but only a few more inches..." you whisper.

I turn away, concealing my smirk of disbelief at that testament.

I face the city, looking down at the tiny people... So far beneath me.

"They’ll worship this ass," I muse, taking your hand and letting you stand beside me. With these boots, I'm only a couple of inches shorter than you. I place your palm on my ass and squeeze your fingers tight against a handful. "Mmmm... but it’ll always be you who made me enormous," I say.

You look troubled, but there's no resistance as I lead you back and through the door, nor as I open the lift and pull you in after me.

The lift begins to move.

"The real clincher though?" I hiss, pressing you against the mirror and kissing you savagely. "Do you have any idea how horny this alone is making me?" I gasp, my tongue lolling at the taste of your lips.

It makes me want... "More..." I groan.

The numbers on the interface sink lower and lower, and so do I, as I press my face against your crotch. The heat and hardness are just what I want from you... I kiss your cock through the material, it pulses, straining for more, your hips bucking involuntarily. I press harder, feeling my new muscle work to keep you still.

Your ragged breathing is turning me on so much, and I shimmy, letting my sensitive nipples drag against the cloth, moaning softly. I'm louder as I grip your bulge hard, standing again. I look into your eyes, just above mine... 'For now,' I think, grinning, as I move close to you again.

I see your gaze flitting between me and the security camera pointing at us. I could have found a way to disable them, I suppose, if I'd cared.

"Soon, that won't matter anymore," I whisper, as my mouth finds your neck.

You groan. Between nipping and sucking, I murmur, "You think it's good now, don't you?"

"Aha..." is all that you can get out, as my embrace tightens, my lips and nails leaving lovemarks all you over you.

"Just imagine what I’ll do when it really starts..." I growl.

My voice is low, and it seems to echo for a moment until a 'ding' brings the lift to a stop.

"Well, big boy... Here we are..." I say, strutting confidently into your laboratory.

I move past several pieces of equipment towards the back, where I know the apparatus is.

I resist running my finger across the cool metal and glass and, with a deliberate slowness, I lean forward against the wall.

I wait, but I don't hear the machine working. I turn to look at you, my lips slightly parted, gazing into you.

"Do you like me like this?" I ask, my voice insipid with faux innocence. There's the faintest echo, and I can almost hear your heartbeat speed up.

"I... do."

You rearrange your glasses. Your nervousness is cute, and it's only riling me up further.

"Really?" I continue wryly, before putting on a higher-pitched bimbo voice. "So... You like me with bigger boobs and a huuuuge ass, with reaaaally thiiick hips and thiiighs too, riight??" I wink, wiggling from side to side, making my curves jiggle.

"Of course, it's just that-"

Your fingers are on the apparatus, unconsciously moving towards the button. I follow up, now comforting.

"That's great! And I bet you love me being tall too, huh, baby?"

I see you sweat.

I press against the wall, letting my breasts smooth and spread against the cold tiles, stretching on to my tip toes. I allow myself a light moan.

"I already said I'd make you grow more, okay?"

I beam inside, but I make sure my concern seems genuine as I reply, "Hey, what's the matter? We both want this right? Don't you think you deserve to get what you want?" I croon, then lighten my voice. "Don't I deserve that too?"

You're silent for a moment, your eyes flicking from me to the apparatus.

"It's just... fuck it." You sigh.

My chuckle of triumph is masked by the loud hum of the machine coming to life, and a light glow envelops the room.

"Indulge yourself... Indulge me," I purr, running a hand up my leg, pausing at my hip. As the hum becomes louder and the glow brighter, I feel my nipples harden against the cold tile, and I move my fingers to my vagina. The sound is heightened, and my breathing becomes a series of ragged, high-pitched gasps in time with the machine, moving faster as it speeds up, and so do my fingers in my clit.

"I hope you're-- ahh-- ready," I say, turning my head and winking at you.

The machine whirs faster.

"Yes... Yesss..."

My legs are shaking, and I can barely contain the anticipation. I want to wait until it starts before I come, but I'm so close already. I can hardly take anymore, I want to grow and come so bad. The sight of your hand on your cock... The smell of my own juices... The cold tiles against me... The pulsing yearning as I finger myself... The feeling of my tits dragging against the wall, higher and--

It's started.

Ohh...

Ohhh... "Fuuuck!" I cry, feeling the energy pulse through me. I turn my head away from you pumping your cock, watching myself as I slowly rise higher from the ground.

My breasts are still pressed against the wall, but it's as if they have a life of their own, pushing back, nipples slipping from their prison, which is only tightening more and more around the rest of the engorging breastflesh.

The latex at my waist twists and groans, stretching to accommodate my hips. I squeeze my legs together, aching from horniness as they elongate and thicken.

"You're getting so much taller and thicker..." you say faintly, overcome by wonder.

"Mmm..." Is all I can reply, as my panties gain several more rips, and my boobs strain the bra to its utmost. I can feel my shoes tightening as I gain a couple more inches in height.

"Ahh... I want more..." I moan, fingering myself faster. The feeling is incredible. I feel stronger, sexier, taller, more beautiful... "BIGGER!"

Before I know it, I'm right on the edge, about to climax...

"Yes! Uhhhh..."

The machine's vibrations suddenly die.

I turn, as from within throes of pleasure, alarm and upset emerge.

"Hey! Why'd you stop?" I demand, panting.

I look down at myself.

"Holy shit!" I'm astounded by the size of myself. Even not accounting for the extra boost from my straining heels, I can tell I'm several inches taller. I look over my humongous breasts, feeling a small rip from my bra as I try to shift my boobs to get a better look at the boots, which I can feel have been ripped a little by my enlargement. However, as I grab them, I yelp at how sensitive they are. I catch myself as I stumble, and my nipples slide once more against the tiles. Suddenly I feel the warmth of your hands as you strain to steady me.

In the wake of my growth, the touch feels electric, and I squirm, turning to lean against you, my breasts making me groan again as i brush you.

"I'm so sensitive..." I whisper, looking... Straight into your eyes. I'm still in heels, but sight of this makes me so wet. I feel massive as I look straight into your eyes. It's all I can do to stop myself going on to my tip toes to try and look down at you. Instead, I feel you stroke me, as my breathing slows, relishing in being touched.

"You look amazing," you say, your hand on my cheek. You seem to be trying to be a gentleman, but I feel your hand moving closer to my tits each time your hand goes from my neck to my collarbone, and closer to my ass as it moves down my side.

"Don't I just?" I murmur, leaning against you. I enjoy feeling of you have to steady yourself, not something you'd have had to do before when I was smaller, even if I'd have jumped fully on to you. Well, now...

"Touch them. I want you to explore the work of art you've made..."

You freeze, and I feel your grip, and something else, stiffen.

"Look how far we've come, mister." I say, lifting a thick thigh to brush your hip, before setting it down again. I move my face towards yours, and you reciprocate. Your lips are rough against my plump soft ones.

"Mmm... I feel good like this don't I? Better than before..."

My voice tickles your ear, sultry as I slip your fingers over my curves. My fingers feel longer, and though my hands aren't as big as yours, there's a strength to me that's new as I push your digits to close around generous handfuls.

"Fuck... I can't even hold your tit anymore," you breathe, and I shiver. As my lips move to your neck, I reply, "I like seeing you try nonetheless..."

I shudder as your hands grope me. It feels so good, so right, being so... big. But it's not enough.

You start to try and remove my bra.

"Tut tut. None of that, now..." I pull your hand away, and you don't resist.

"Why not?" You reply, grinning, your heart beating hard against your ribs, unable to contain the excitement in you.

I move closer, pressing against you, enjoying it as you take a step back at my advance. I kiss your fingertips one by one.

"Wouldn't you rather see it explode off me instead?"

Your face grows serious.

"Look, I said no before--"

"Mmhmm..." I nod, my kisses lowering from your neck to your collarbone.

"--and I've even made you grow again now!" Your voice rises in pitch as I approach your stomach, slowly slipping to my knees.

"A-and..." You stutter. I unzip your pants.

"Mmm..." I sigh, pulling your cock free.

"It's just not-- a-- goooo--" you falter, as my lips engulf your manhood. Back and forth, I move my head, my hair falling over my face as I suck your cock.

"Fuuu-- ohh, that feels so good..." I move faster, my licking more intense, running over your hardness. "H-how-- W-wha--" you groan, and I feel the veins throb in your dick.

"Jus' 'ook wha' I can do 'ow..." I murmur around a mouth full of cock.

"Deeper..." you groan, and I shake my head. You try to pull my head closer, but I pull back.

"I can't... You're still too big." I mewl. That'll get you going.

I begin to feign tiredness, gasping between licks, raggedly sucking. I can feel your frustration, and I keep my tits just a little out of reach of your desperate hands.

"Unnghh!" You groan, your hips bucking, and your fist hits the wall in frustration as I continue to edge you, again and again. I can taste your precum, feel your cock pulse every time you're close to coming. I've never sucked your cock this long or well - I doubt anyone has, but it's driving you mad.

"Please..." you groan, and I shake my head lightly, the sensation of the movement only titillating you further.

I pant more, affecting a high and worried voice. "I can't do it... It's just too much!" I whimper, though I'm grinning inside.

I move back, unlocking your fingers from my hair. Then raising myself a little, I push my breasts together around your throbbing manhood.

"Don't you just love my huge jugs? Look what I can just manage now..." I giggle, as I spit to lube the head of your cock more, and begin bouncing.

"Aha," you reply, thrusting hard. The heft of my new tits is incredible, and it feels intense. They're aching to grow more, and I find myself getting lost...

My movements are calculated and deliberate for the most part, but it's hard to maintain control, and I get close to making you come many times. 'All the better,' I think to myself, seeing you grow more desperate.

"I wanna taste you again, but my jaw hurts..." I whine, as I slow down again, looking up at you.

"We could always fuck..." you suggest playfully, but I stand up, shaking my head.

You're still breathing hard, and your cock looks fit to burst. I enjoy a moment of looking down at you on your knees.

"Wow, so soon?" I tease, poking you playfully on your cheek.

"Babe, it's been ages. I wanna-- NEED to fuck, to come..." you plead, standing up. I could swear I'm already a little taller, as your eyes meet mine.

"We could..." I consider, stroking your cheek.."But, you know, I'm having some trouble handling all of this..." I muse, idly stroking your cock. "Might be better if I rest for a while..." I trail off.

My voice doesn't sound the slightest bit tired, but you clearly don't notice.

"But, the energy from the machine, it should have made you--"

I stretch, seeming taller, and my huge breasts brush your chest. Your eyes widen.

"Well, maybe it's just a little fluke, perhaps if we just gave you a little more, then--"

"Yes!" I snap in excitement, shimmying over to the wall and laying against it, striking a seductive pose. I'm losing control, and am being way too obvious, but luckily, it seems you're pretty far gone. You're already cranking the machine to life.

"Ohhhh..." I pause, struggling to remember your name. All I can think about is growing more. "...You're going to love this." I moan, then more softly, I whisper, "and so am I..."

The light flashes, and I'm blind for a moment, overcome with pleasure.

I can FEEL it.

Feel myself growing, stretching up and out, getting bigger and bigger!

I scream in pleasure, unable to hold back, doubling over as I feel leather and latex shred under the force of expanding flesh.

"YES!"

My bra rips clean in half, the shreds flying, leaving my pendulous tits to quake, bigger with every movement. I seized and begin to fondle them, biting my lip as my nipples force my own fingers apart relentlessly.

"Mmm... Ohhhh!!"

The euphoria intensifies, and I groan as I feel my ass snap the elastic of my panties, trapping the thong in between my burgeoning asscheeks.

"Fuck... Grow!"

I move a hand down, roughly caressing myself, eliciting more screams of pleasure from my lips. My fingers trail swelling thighs, feeling a stocking tense, more and more, as I gain inch after inch in all directions. I take a ragged breath. Then, they snap, smacking my buttocks and sending a rippling pang of pleasure, making me gasp and go weak at the knees.

However, I have little time to sink, as my stockings begin to shred. As I feel the material rip, the tightness in my shoes is unbearable. It's painful, but I'm so turned on that it only adds to fuel to the fires of my lust.

I try to scrunch my toes, only to exclaim, "Fuck, there's no room!"

I grit my teeth, and my fingers move faster, trying to keep up with the rhythm of my growth.

"I-- d-don't--" I say, feeling the leather beginning to rip, and exposing the backs of my calves.

"-NEED YOU ANYMORE!" my yell becoming a shriek as I come violently. I feel my beautiful new boots tear open beneath my swelling feet, ankles and calves.

My footing is unsteady on the remnants of the boots, and I grab at the wall behind me, my fingernails digging into the tiles, holding me up. Muscle ripples beneath my sweat slickened curves as my strength multiplies. As I lean back, I feel my ass pushing me forward, and my back sliding further and further up the tiles as I get taller. The remnants of my boots beneath my feet, tiny and almost forgotten, groan and start to buckle under my weight.

'How much am I growing!?', I wonder, my hands fondling my swelling tits as coherence is obliterated.

"So biiig..." I can't even tell whose voice that is echoing anymore.

I can vaguely make you out, getting lower and lower, standing behind the machine. Watching you crane your neck up and up and up turns me on, but not as much as watching you disappear as my tits, which, like the rest of my curves, are growing faster than the rest of me, block you from sight. They're so big I can even see my feet, each larger than my head, and counting. My hands move to my hips, the lower part of this perfect widening hourglass. My thighs quake and flex, as if aching to crush something. I can hear my own voice, announcing every time I come again. And still on I grow...

"No... More..." I shiver, shaking as the thrumming slows to a halt once again. I find my fingers deep in my pussy, but I can't bear to remove them.

"Babe... you look incredible!" Your voice sounds far off and scarcely registers, as I look down, marvelling at my body, gasping.

I can hear you flicking machine switches, but I can't even see you anymore. I'm leaning against the tiles, much higher than before. I lean forward, craning to peer at you over the biggest breasts I've ever seen... My breasts. I inhale in excitement, and they seem to swell even further, though the machine is off. My heart is still thumping as your hand moves nearer to the dial. I wonder- hope you'll press it again. A craving settles over me, stronger than before when you close the control panel and stand. I almost say something, but I'm momentarily distracted at how much smaller you seem now.

You stare at me, open-mouthed. I can't wait for everyone to look at me like that...

"You're huge!" That pleases me, and I smirk.

"I know..." I whisper, as I examine my hands. My fingers are longer, and I see the band of a ring, stretched open. "Soon, that'll snap right off," I muse.

I hear your footsteps approaching... tentative, though, not quite afraid... Yet.

My gaze continues down my arms, sleek and soft, but I feel a strength, and undercurrent of power beneath the surface, ready at any moment to seize whatever I want. I already know exactly what that is, but first...

I look down at my cleavage. In between, I spot you below me, staring up at it too.

"Nice, aren't they?" I growl softly. I part them slightly, testing their considerable weight. Each one is huge, bigger than my head, and huge compared to yours.

You're stood a couple of paces away, but you don't come any closer.

I consider smothering you with them, but instead merely say, "Want to feel for yourself?" as I take a step towards you. The broken shoes flap annoyingly beside my feet, and I am tempted to rip them off, much like the shredded bits of my panties still clinging to my waist.

"I... uhh..." you say, and I peek through my breasts, nodding expectantly at your mesmerised expression.

I stop, looking down, and release my tits, feeling them slap the top of your head and your forehead. You seem stunned and, despite the feelings of confidence and power surging through me... so am I for a moment.

'How tall am I?' I wonder, trying to guess. You're about 6'2'', so I must be... 7? 7 and a half? "No... I don't even have the shoes beneath me anymore... I must be about-"

"-8 feet tall," you finish. I hadn't even realised I was speaking aloud.

"Wow," is all I can say. I didn't expect you to make me grow this much, not yet at least... I figured it'd take way more persuasion than that.

We're both silent for a moment. I look down at my tits. I can feel them brushing your forehead. I place my hands on your shoulders. They don't feel so broad anymore. I jiggle my breasts lightly... Tingly. I want more, though. I bend my knees until I feel my boobs brush your eyelids, obscuring your vision. Your breath is hot and fast against my torso. Your hands move to my hips. The smell of my perfume is heavy, but the air carries a faint metallic tang from the apparatus. I look at it again, the source of my ascension, and I shiver. No doubt you think that's your doing, as one of your hands squeezes a hopelessly thick buttock and the other finds my pussy... Well, well, that does actually feel pretty good... Perhaps a little palate cleanser before we continue...

"You know, knowing how much you want me to grow... It's- it's really turning me on."

You freeze and I wonder if I've said too much and if you'll spook again.

"I just... want you to touch me right now," I sigh unevenly, bending the long way down to kiss you, letting my breasts brush against your body as I descend. I need to coax you closer, tighten the snare even more...

I linger, letting your smaller lips work over mine, my fingers tracing light circles over the shirt covering your back, feeling your small hands brushing my arms. I shiver, and continue behnding until I'm kneeling. I'm so tall now that, as I do, my forehead is level with your chin.

I look up into your eyes.

"You made me grow so much that last time..." I say, conveying innocent wonder.

"Yeah... I may have got a little carried away..." you murmur, wrapping your arms tight around me. There's so much more of me in your arms. Your tone is nervous and your pulse quick as you say "I... umm... It's okay, right? I didn't give you too much right?"

"Too much doesn't exist..." I reply softly, tilting my head to look up at you. I feel your heart beating even faster, and your erection presses harder against my expansive cleavage. My nipples strain, in need of a good sucking...

"You're loving this, huh?" I ask, carefully unbuttoning your shirt and kissing your chest. I'm not used to bigger fingers, and I just want to tear it off your body and have my way with you now, and I'm sure you'd like it... But it might make it take longer to persuade you to grow me bigger.

"I really am," you confess, your cheeks tinged red.

"There's nothing to be ashamed of." My voice carries certainty, as does my tongue, as I pull your shirt off. My hands explore your back muscles, and I breathe in your scent. Your hands are in my hair, slowly rubbing my scalp. You feel so good at this size... But you're going to feel even better when I'm bigger.

"I've never come so much as just now when I grew..." I whisper, looking up and into your eyes. "You did that."

"Maybe I can give that machine a run for its money..." You still sound nervous, but there's an eagerness.

"Let's find out... You have a go, and then we'll see how the machine holds up against... This..." I say, as I unbutton your trousers, slipping them down and pressing my palm against the hardness in your boxers before you can think about the implications of what I've just said. I elicit a satisfying groan, telling me your focus is successfully occupied.

Your hips buck, and I squeeze your ass with one hand, unable to help myself, grinning, and I press my hand harder against your crotch, making your cock twitch again in your boxers.

"I can't wait to finally be able to fit you fully," I say, and you moan in agreement as I rub, making you tent even further. My finger is in the waistband, tantalisingly close, and your hands grip my hair tight. I playfully kiss your chest again, letting my tongue loll and slide down you. I feel so fucking powerful... But I want more. I want to literally have you in the palm of my hand.

Speaking of palms - I squeeze your ass again, maybe a little too tight, and you wince, but I see you like the pain. I slap your ass, not with my full strength, but maybe a little more than I intended. That grimace is accompanied by a groan, and you pull my hair...

Fuck it. I grab handfuls of the boxers and pull hard. The sound of the cloth shredding makes me so wet.

"There it is... My monster," I say bending down and letting my hot breath run over your cock. I start to work up some saliva, and gently kiss your balls. I can't believe how low I have to bend for this.

"These are full of a special something for me, aren't they?"

"Yeah, you want..." Your confidence trails off as my fingers wrap around them, but what silences you is my mouth, in one swift, fluid motion, taking your entire length.

'This feels so much better at this size,' I think, feeling the heat from your cock, my tongue exploring, as if for the first time, the veiny hard surface of your dick. I move back and forth, coating your cock, then lingering at the head, my tongue lapping your precum. You gasp, but I won't let you move, one hand pulling your tight ass close, the other fondling your balls. Like you fucking want to move anyway...

I feel you swell and I know what's coming. Part of me wants to keep going, but it's nothing compared to the rest of me that wants to keep growing. We won't be risking any post-nut clarity... Not yet at least.

Slowly, deliberately, with a loud sucking sound and a pop, I release your cock. You groan.

"Keep going," and I look up at you, one eyebrow raised. "Please..." you say, your voice cracking. I shake my head silently, and your hands release in my hair. You are desperate and at my mercy.

I let more saliva drip down on to my massive tits. They're too big for me to lubricate them properly like this, but it'll do. Not that you'll complain. As if you ever thought you'd be lucky enough to have an Amazon like me even kiss you... Let alone...

I feel my own arousal growing as I lift my breasts. They're so fucking heavy... the tautness of my arm muscles feels almost as good as they do. But your cock between them... I moan as we both stare at your huge cock completely disappear. Before all this started my little boobs could even close around it. When I'd arrived here, after the first couple of goes with the apparatus, you'd made me just big enough to get my tits to form something for you to fuck. A few minutes ago... Who fucking cares.

Now, my tits are so fucking huge that your cock is drowning in them. I don't need to prompt you to start fucking them. I feel your ass muscles clench against my hand as I push you to fuck harder. I say it anyway - I want your every thought bent to me and making me grow.

"Fuck these tits -" slap slap

"-these titties you've made so round," slap slap slap

"so full," you're groaning with every thrust. I let go of your ass, letting you thrust freely, and you redouble your efforts, trying to match the power that just my hand gave to your hips.

I pinch my nipples, looking at you and drawing ina breath. "-so sensitive," I pant.

Then my eyes move down, drawing your gaze.

"-soo BIG... That you're gonna make even..."

I gasp, moaning. You're so hard, and you're hanging on to my every word.

"-even" I let the word escape, then moan, as if I can't finish my sentence.

There's a tension in you. You need to hear it.

"-eeeven..." I say, rubbing your hard cock faster. My tits are so big that your cock doesn't even touch my torso.

"Bigger!" you grunt, and I feel you about to come, but I'm so turned on that I drop your cock and I immediately lie down, spreading my legs. 'Fuck it, I'll risk it.' This was supposed to drive you nuts with desire, but you coming at the thought of me growing is hotter than I could have imagined!

"Fuck me!" I moan, mashing my tits together, my pussy dripping.

I feel your hands on me, so small, so eager... Then they're gone. I look up, confused.

You're moving away.

"What are you doing?!" I cry out, frustrated and horny. I begin to sit up, but only get as far as on all fours before I hear that coveted hum.

I don't even have time to gasp before it hits me.

My ass.

My tits.

My pussy.

My entire body.

My tits swell, pooling on the ground, and I feel the weight and curve of my ass and hips increasing. I spread, taking up more space, stretching...

Everything seems silent in the din of my moaning. All I can see is you edging yourself again and again beside the machine, and I see stars as I feel myself grow, and grow, and grow.

Eventually, but all too soon, the pleasure of the pulsing expansion slows. I watch, mesmerised, as my tits continue to spill over my hands as my breath begins to even out.

I compare myself to the nearby railing - 10 feet or so, I recall from the lab plans. My shoulders and calves stick out beyond each end. I shiver again, coming at just the realisation of this. The things I can do with this body... I slip a finger into my pussy, gasping at the wetness and sensitivity - an echo of the ecstasy of growing. I begin to make circles, slow and rhythmic, like the pulsing of the apparatus, and I let my fantasies run wild. "Bigger..." I whisper, as my panting slows enough for me regain the ability to speak.

I don't need to look at you to know what you're doing. I hear your grunting, the slick sound of hand against meat. I listen, all the more turned on knowing you must not be able to take your eyes off me.

And who could fucking blame you?

I'm enormous... Each of my tits alone must be the size of your torso. My ass could cover half your body or more. I look at my reflection in a screen I must have accidentally shattered as I grew. My face is that of a serene demi-god. I flex, watching my body ripple, curves and muscle. I feel so strong, so alluring, so powerful...

As the growth slows to a stop, I turn.

"I don't know how many times I've just come... but I feel hornier than ever."

I look to your cock, glistening with your own cum, but still rock hard. Then my eyes travel upwards to meet yours, and I wink.

"Bet you wanna make me bigger."

Your pumping increases.

"Bet you'd love to see these hourglass curves swell even more, wouldn't you?" I ask huskily.

"Faster," I whisper, licking my lips.

"Just imagine... fucking me as I grow bigger and bigger, coming all over your cock with this giant pussy, putting my massive tits in your face, so heavy you can't even lift them... Till you can't even handle all of me..." I moan. This is definitely to persuade and entice you further, but I'd be lying if I weren't incredibly turned on by the idea of this too.

"Aha..." you grunt, jerking yourself off. I pinch my nipples, nodding in encouragement.

"Do it for me. Come as you pull that lever again and make me grow. Cover my gigantic ass as it grows!" I gasp.

You keep pumping, biting your lip.

"Yesss..." I hiss, almost there myself.

The veins in your cock are standing out. You're almost there.

"It's time, little man. Get ready for me to rock your world." I groan. I can almost feel the sensation, a hair beyond reach.

"Unghhhhh!" you groan, at the edge.

"What are you waiting for? Turn it on, now!" I moan, desperate with anticipation.

Your hand hovers in the air a moment, then moves back down to your side. A troubled expression crosses your face, but then you focus on pumping.

An unexpected anger flares within me for a moment, and I extend a hand, reaching and knocking aside your fingers from your cock. You stumble a little. Whoops...

"Do it now," I say, firmly. Your brow creases, and I lighten my tone. "Then you can finish that!" I wink, licking my fingers intent to begin to returning to touching myself.

"Babe... we can't..." You sound parched.

"I thought you were a real scientist?" I mock, fluttering my eyelashes, trying to keep a cool head, though something inside me boils. I take a deep breath, focusing on enjoying the sensation of my huge chest propping me up, smiling as I think about how much more I will soon be.

You've taken a step back.

No...

No mercy. I press - more fuel to the fire. I trail a long finger along your quivering thigh, flicking your erect cock lightly. You wince. You look painfully horny. Good.

"I-I am a real-- I just... Look isn't this enough?!" You say, gesturing wildly at me.

I remain expressionless, letting your eyes roam over me, my huge bubble butt, pooling tits, thick hips and thighs, and the rest... all of which I'm struggling not to touch - I repress a smirk, imagining how much worse it must be for you. It must be almost as hard as your cock, this attempt of yours to be rational - you're obviously failing, or you'd know you lost this battle the moment you picked up your phone this morning...

I let you keep staring, looking for words, before you realise I haven't replied. I let my eyes bore into you, giving you the answer you already knew.

If I stood, I think I'd be about twice your height. Still, it wouldn't do to resort to unpleasantries - not when this fun game can continue. "You wouldn't leave a wanton woman waiting, would you?"

I gently rub my thighs, and I'm surprised as a scent wafts from me, potent, raw, and sexual. The pulse at your neck quickens.

"I mean, you grew me so much just now without me even asking... Why is that? Did you want more of me? Don't you still?"

I lift my leg, showing the ruins of a heel hanging from foot... tiny. I feel so strong, so powerful... I want you to worship this body.

"You know, no one's stopping you going further, getting what you want - what we both want - what we deserve." I croon, as you gulp. I reach out, carefully stroking you.

"Or perhaps you'd like to savour this? Work yourself up towards growing me even bigger?"

I stroke faster, gently bumping him towards me with my other hand.

" Hmm... You know, if that's it, perhaps an interlude might be fun."

"Babe, I want you so bad..."

"I know, believe me, I can feel juuust how badly you want all of this..." I say, gripping your cock, "and more," I add in a whisper, and I feel your cock pulse. There's only so long till you activate that machine again - we both know it.

I leave one hand rubbing your shaft, but move the other towards myself. With painful slowness, I start pulling the ripped tatters of my thong from between my asscheeks, loosing a long, light moan as I do so.

"Fuck... I can't believe this is real - that this is actually happening," you gasp, as I slowly spread my legs and begin to raise myself.

"As if you could ever dream anything this spectacular," I chuckle, smacking my ass. I sigh, and pull you in for a kiss. Your lips move against mine, and your hand caresses my face. Your touch feels more delicate now, more reverential. I like that... You trace your fingers over me, and I shiver. The sensation makes me realise how much I've changed. My features feel different, more exquisite and beautiful, as if even more refined. "Mmm..." I purr. "Very nice... But your mistress is impatient... and wants to be fucked." l shove you backward towards my ass. The number of steps you have to take to get there sends chills down my spine. I am so fucking big. I continue to lift myself on to my knees as you walk. "Get your ass back there, boy. There's a whole lotta woman who needs a whole lotta fucking now."

I stop lifting myself as I feel your cock against my vulva. It feels more intense than I could have expected, and I smell my juices before I even feel the wetness. I look back as your hot hardness moves into me, making me cry out. I'm so big... I can't believe how good your cock feels though.

"So-- sensitive--" I manage to choke out between gritted teeth as you start to thrust.

Your hands feel so good on my hips, your arms spread and resting on the shelf of ass in front of you. I push back against you, almost bowling you over in my fervor before I exhale deeply, trying to keep calm and let you do the work.

"Ahh... Yes! Juust like that!" I find myself saying. "You feel so big and hard in me," I moan, as you keep thrusting. Every grunt, every thrust, your smell mixing within mine, the roughness of your hands gripping piles of me and my curves... It's all so much. "H-how can it feel soo... Uhhhhhh! GOOD!" I cry, biting my lip and closing my eyes, unable to focus on anything else.

"Mmm... your pussy feels so amazing. I love pushing up against your ass!" you say, smacking my booty.

"You like all this?" I ask, desperate to for the words of worship.

"Yes! I love your huge, gigantic ass, swollen and round against me, too much to handle!"

"You will fucking handle it if I say so!" I growl, pushing back against you, almost bowling you over. Your cock only seems more eager as I push harder against you.

"Yes!" you answer quickly, compliant and horny.

"I want you to fuck and worship every-- Ahh-- inch of me!" I say, my voice a shaky rasp, as I pinch my nipples.

"I will! Yes!" you pant.

"And it'll be difficult, because there'll soon be even more of me to praise, isn't that right?" I retort, reaching to help you thrust harder into me.

You don't reply, and I feel an anger rising.

"Isn't that right!!" I repeat, pushing you as deep as you can fit into me. It's too much - the sensation overwhelms me, and I scream in pleasure, coming and letting go of you. I shiver, my pussy on fire. You haven't stopped thrusting, but I come even harder as I hear your voice.

"Yes..." you groan, and I feel you on the edge of coming. Your cock is so full, so hot and hard inside me. Delicious...

I have to force myself to pull away, away from that cock, that cum I want soo badly inside me.

I pant, moving further away from you as I feel you trying to put your cock back in me.

"Babe--"

That petname is starting to irk me. You should be addressing your better by a more appropriate title. I shouldn't let that slide--

"I really want to. This is like my fantasy come to life, but--" you start.

With a simple move, I pull you forwards, and you trip, face first, into my pussy.

"If you want to be forgiven for that, you'll put your tongue to better use for me. Now, worship me. Seek redemption, and perhaps I'll let you come."

You don't even protest, but begin to eat me out doggedly and thoroughly.

I let you keep going, and you know better than to let up for longer than a breath of air. As you pleasure me, I squeeze my thighs, just a little... it wouldn't be a good idea to crush you now... I need you for that machine.

Finally, I relent.

"You have my permission."

You don't stop immediately, your face buried in my cunt. This has never felt so good, but I don't mind as you stop. However, as your cock touches my pussy, I turn fully around towards you, raising myself to a sitting position. Even like this, I'm much taller than you. The feelings coursing through me - pleasure at the literal manifestation of a god complex... it's distracting.

"Who said you could fuck me?"

I raise a stern eyebrow.

"But, you said..."

"I said you had permission."

"Yeah... so why aren't you letting--"

"You thought to fuck?" I grin cruelly.

"Well, yes..." you say, confused.

My other eyebrow raises.

"Yes, Mistress."

"Better. No, that wasn't permission to fuck, though you've done an excellent job." I can't hold on any longer to the pretentions of meekness. I'm losing it by the moment, with every inch of growth.

"So, Mistress, what do I have permission to do, please?" you say meekly.

"I think we both know..." I say, looking at the machine. behind me.

A word escapes your lips.

"No?" I ask, as if I can neither believe nor understand the statement.

"Look... this is fun, but... It's getting... dangerous!" Your voice is panicked, and you look around, as if someone else will back you up - be the voice of reason. There is no one but me. I am your world now.

"I know what's best," I reply. My voice is level, but unbending. This is a statement, not a correction - reminding you of an established axiom. There's reassurance there too, an undertone telling you to give up, because nothing is in your hands any longer, and soon, the same will be true of the whole world.

You try to start speaking.

I put a finger to your lips, and bring you towards me, in an embrace.

I smother you in my breasts. They're literally inescapably massive now, and almost your entire body seems to fit between them. Just then, I feel a quiet pulse, and I'm unable to suppress a moan at the sensation... or the sight. My tits just grew bigger. All by themselves.

"The time is long past that you could say no," I say. My voice is calm, but we can both feel me getting wet again. I kiss the top of your head, and feel another pulse. A low moan escapes me, and I shift, feeling myself expand again. It's not as powerful as the apparatus' effects, but it's stronger than the last burst I felt a few moments ago.

I regain most of my composure.

"I don't even mean because I could physically make you do it now - and we both know you'd have no chance," I say, feeling a creeping flame lending further and further strength to my muscles, and pouring fire to my loins.

You shiver, but your cock flexes. My nipples harden as they expand a fraction more.

"No. The moment you found out that I wanted to grow even an inch, and you knew you could give it to me, that was it for you, wasn't it?" I whisper, stroking your cheek and hair, my breath shallow as I feel my heart thumping just like the humming of the apparatus. My ass knocks over a cart covered in electronics as it swells. My curves seem to still be growing a little faster than the rest of me.

You say nothing.

"And that's why you're so special. You saw a glimpse of what I could be, how much more..." I falter, as I see my legs begin to lengthen. I try to hold back a scream of pleasure... It feels so good. I continue.

"You're just --holding back because the idea of your ultimate dream has begun to manifest... and that scares you." I wonder if you've realised yet... That I'm growing even without the apparatus now.

"It-it does," you admit; a small voice of a small man, but with big purpose.

"Good," I growl lightly, pressing my breasts together. I feel the air exit your lungs, and I hold for a moment before relenting, then let you take another breath.

You look up at me, your expression wild with fear and confusion.

I do it again, feeling you seem to shrink as I grow, and my tits grow even faster. Inch my inch, my boobs swell till they can cover your whole body.

I look down, then raise you higher towards me, reaching to bring you to my lips. I kiss you as you pant, then turn you and let my hot breath wash over your ear as you shake like a leaf.

"Fear is something you'll need to become accustomed to, my little subject. All of you will."

"What do you mean?" You ask, your dread only thinly masking fascination and... longing. It must be obvious now that I'm growing, as I lean back, holding you with ease in one hand, my breasts gradually closing the distance between us.

I look into your eyes, watching my face slowly shift, my features ever more refined.

"We both know the answer to that. You're going to use that apparatus, one last time. And you won't switch it off. In fact, you're going to disable to override switch."

With one quick motion, I raise your body to my lips, and lick the cum off your cock.

I linger, gently sucking your cock, my huge tongue gently working your shaft until I feel another rush of cum.

"Mmm... you taste so good." I murmur, setting you down.

"You can hardly stand, can you? But hurry now... make me a Goddess."

You begin to turn the dials on the machine. I can hardly focus on looking at you, hardly notice you at all as you work.

I'm growing faster now, and my expanding body has started to knock a few things over. It feels at least as strong as the first few beams from the apparatus. I can't even imagine what it'll be like once it starts... once my apotheosis commences.

The beginnings of a familiar hum. My focus snaps to attention as I see the apparatus begin to glow. Gently, I pick it up, and place it deep within my cleavage.

You stand there, and we both listen to the hum. Any moment now...

"Babe?" you ask.

I ignore the infraction, and I begin to lower myself until I am as close to eye level with you, practically lying to the floor.

"Yes?"

"Remember me," you whisper.

My lips hover, inches from yours, and you lean in to kiss me, before a sudden rumble echoes through the room, and I feel my growth slowly accelerate. The burning lust within my heightens.

One last time, I look down at you.

"I've already forgotten your name," I respond - not an unkind sneer, but a simple statement of fact. I have no time, nor inclination to see your expression nor hear anything you might say, as the apparatus comes to life, nestled within my chest.

The word burns into me, making me...

"More...

so...

much...

MORE!"

'Finally...' I think to myself. I vaguely recall someone had once imagined I'd ever be content to stop growing, and I laugh at the notion.

Then, the thought fades, as I continue to ascend, the pleasure overtaking me, and the world, and beyond.

List of stories

Random story

[that-birdy-chick]

Part 2 of me rambling about s8 of hawaii five 0

Live commentary

ep 6

- did-did Danny really just organize an intervention for Steve? To make him take better care of himself?? I don't know how to feel about this

- Lou really just said "Steve listen to your husband, he loves you" spoken like a true married man

- kinda gotta agree with Dog, not your finest move Danny

- so can we all agree that Danny losing his mind a little over Steve's radiation poisoning is kinda like the whole Steve losing his mind over Danny retiring thing but in reverse?

- I think Steve has never looked more stressed than with this stress counseler person asking him about his sexlife right in front of danny

- awwww now the end of this episode is in my top 3 favorite heart to hearts these two dorks have ever had

- Danny being honest about being scared that Steve isn't taking his radiation poisoning seriously to the point it keeps him awake at night and steve replying that he's scared too but that he doesn't want Danny to change because he loves him the way he is and that he does take things seriously URHGH

THE GROWTH! The genuinely healthy communication! I'm so proud of them 🥹

ep 7

- no no no what is going on between adam and kono? My breakup senses are tingling and I don't like it

- I swear the way Adam and Steve's conversation in the car went is so "let's talk about our respective marriages" coded

Like honestly it's so blatantly obvious - they are literally paralleling mcdanno to kono and adam ffs

- hey and come on adam you too? Why does everyone need to shit on the restaurant thing

- haha Steve is mad people he cares about just walk into a dangerous situation without backup - I love how this season confronts Steve with his own behavior

-hmm l don't know how to feel about Lou literally deleting evidence to protect tani, really most of their shady "police work" really didn't age well

- damn Steve killed a cop, that's definitely gonna fuck with him

- love how Lou is looking out for everyone, he just is the team grandpa

- sooo adam is gonna join five 0 right? This is what all this is about isn't it?

- I swear I am trying to care about junior and tani and what's going on with them but Idk so far I haven't really warmed up to them

ep 8

- eyyy Danny is back and calls Steve babe within 1 min into the episode? This can only be a good one

- nvm I swear to God Steve if you crash land yet another plane-

Seriously dude? Haven't you learned your lesson from the last time?

- naww Danny is so proud of Steves character development, sure hope he isn't gonna do something dumb and risky and ruin it again

- okay so tani and junior huh? They're definitely gonna be a thing soon aren't they

- the dude was killed because he was hiding from a drug cartel that he snitched on and fled with the drug lords daughter, I swear all these people always have the most dramatic backstories

- aaaand steve is doing the dumb reckless thing, Danny my guy I feel you're pain, he is so done with his shit he doesn't even yell at him anymore

- Danny is such a fucking saint, Steve almost went and got himself killed AGAIN and all he cares about is being last and danny husband of the fucking year just goes "yeah yeah you did well let's get a beer maverick"

- okay tani and her brother are kinda cute in their peek sibling behavior, I feel bad now for calling her a kono replacement, girl is much more than that

ep 9

- damn love Jerry's new haircut

- I will never get tiered of Danny and steve bickering about the restaurant, I know they are setting it up to fail but I genuinely think this could have been a good thing to eventually end the show on, like a retirement thing, but oh well

- aww I love Danny trying to comfort neolani with something Steve told him, only to have it backfire and make him anxious again

- pfffff and tani and junior sit in the far back like literal children

- oh great we're doing the biological warfare stuff again, this should be fun

- so they only have 8 hours to live? sounds like a prime love confession set up to me

- love our respective couples comforting each other, have to say tani and junior are doing a way better job tho like seriously Steve "try not to die while I take this call okay?" that's the best you can do, seriously?

- and of course Danny's all time stress response is to bitch about or at Steve, stellar coping skills all around

- omg danny did not just say-and steve didn't - OMG is it actually-

-nvm of course it's a fake out, damn it after 7 season why do I still keep falling for this shit

-the little restaurant talk Danny started to distract Steve and himself with was pretty sweet tho

- hey, wait why is Danny the only one definitely close to death? The others all seem relatively fine

- and of course Steve has to go and needlessly risk himself, so junior has to safe both their ass's instead of him just doing it on his own in the first place

- excuse me people why are there not more fanfics about the crew stuck in quarantine together?? this shit is hilarious and has so much potential for angst!

Please if anyone has some great fic recommendations send them my way please!

-no come on Danny, Steve didn't wanna upset you! That's honestly a pretty mature thing given the situation you were in, and now their arguing

- poor tani and junior they be stuck with these two idiots for a long time

- I could really see tani, just snapping at them after two days to either kill each other or fuck it out already, because their whole shebang is just exhausting for everyone

ep 10

-AHHHHH they finally opened the restaurant!? Progress!

- why does the screen look weird? Please don't let this be a dream type thing

- "Right now grandma Williams is smiling down at you" awww Steve, that is so sweet🥹

- nooo it's a dream thing 😭

- love how everyone makes fun of Steves near mental breakdown haircut, really dude it looks terrible, why does no one stop him?

- wow you really gonna give em kids the judgemental stares for flirting? Steve Danny as if you're any better

- and of course they're getting jumped in freaking quarantine

- really the dude went through all that trouble, just to kill Danny? And didn't even try aiming for the head? amateur

- aww Danny imagining grace wedding, my heart <3

- Danny is hurt, Steve is freaking loosing it, I'm so here for this

- Lou really said "sir, you better have a plan soon because if you don't Steve will come up with one, and only God can help us if that happens" I love you so much Lou

- huh so Danny thinks Charlie will be a cop? That's interesting

- awww and of course Steve is there, sitting next to him like a good husband, and the rest of the ohana

- nooo Danny being there for kono and adams first kid, that is so wholesome 😭

- Steve is straight up having a terrible time, while Danny has some idealistic feverdream about the future, this is so fun

- excuse me Steve you fingering your husband does absolutely not make you even for the liver thing, you nut

- so there gonna blow up a bomb right next to another bomb? Sure that seems reasonable

- yes Lou! Get the sledge hammer!

- poor Eric, don't worry hun we still have 2 seasons left to go Danny will be fine

- no NO you cannot- you did not just show me that while Danny's dying the last thing he hallucinates about is having grown old with Steve 🥺

- "and if I could do it all over again I wouldn't change a thing" I'm done, this is it, that line just killed me 😭❤️

- excuse me, Danny is dying and you people are choosing NOW to tease Steve about his stupid haircut? Seriously??!

- yes everyone copes differently I guess, but when Steve's life was on the line no one was joking around is all I'm saying

- yes Danny Steve saved your life by fingering you, deal with it XD poor Eric is scarred for life

- love Danny genuinely getting some love for once, this was a good episode

[aquato-family-circus]

cw medical/surgical talk, alcoholism

there's never an elegant way to put this but i think about post-game bob's health a lot bc the game obviously doesn't have room to show the effects of quitting 15-20 year alcoholism in what appears to be a Cold Turkey kinda move and i feel like 1) like hell you're going immediately cold turkey my dude I've read the withdrawl symptoms they sound Rough At Best, you get back here and 2) I feel like Bob is going to need. some kind of medical intervention. that man's liver. it is bad.

Bob feels like the type of guy who doesn't want to stress anyone else out about the fact he's got to eventually go to the hospital, especially bc he's like "well I've been sick for years so it's ok if I just don't bring it up while we're trying to clean things up and find Helmut's body and --" but like all his friends. Know. that he's dealing with this.

He's going to get treatment eventually and all his buds are gonna be there for him when that time comes.

man. I can never properly type this post up to properly get to the POINT im trying to MAKE which is more LIGHTHEARTED

so I'm just gonna be blunt bc I want to share my freakin headcanon that Bob gets a successful liver surgery and while in the recovery room he's zonked on pain killer/anesthetics and looking over at helmut like "wow you're a hot babe, you single?" and helmut is losing it.

[imaginespazzi]

Titillating as per usual. 

they’ve been FaceTiming every night for two weeks!? Down Bad crying at the gym 😭😭

Azzi get out of your head!!! Girl needs to do some mindfulness exercises 

OMG my domestic daddy Paige kink has been pandered to 🥰🥰🥰 also I’m going to take the fact that Stephie is way too old to need table guards as a subliminal message that Paige also bought them for the future toddler they will have - let me dream 

Jana is such a shit disturber 😂

Omg Stephie and Paige fashion show my heart ❤️ 

Omg they are laying in bed together and no hanky panky? You’re evil 

Now Azzi, was it necessary to bring up the divorce there?

There’s a couple things that need to be handled in Paige’s bedroom? I can think of two supple breasts that need to be handled by Paige in her bedroom! 

The SLAM shirt? How could you! 2 in a million 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 how about 3 in a billion now 

“She thinks maybe they’d hate her for what she’d done.” WHAT DID YOU DO AZZI

Stephies “getting” attached? Stephie is attached Azzi, and you let it happen. It’s a little late to run an intervention here babe. -10 points for Azzi. Bein a bit of a dumb bitch. Harsh I know but I’m mad at her!

🤱🤱🤱🤱❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Titillating? That's your word choice?

Down bad crying at the gym indeed...

LMAO I knew you'd like that part, I really did do it just for you and trust I will figure out more things to add because now you've got me on the damn agenda to0

Jana and Stephie gotta figure it out cause clearly these idiots can't

You're so damn horny omg. I feel like you might combust when I finally fulfill all your desires lmao.

Listen I don't normally pat my self on the back for my own ideas but I did with the SLAM t-shirt, like I think I really cooked with that one tbh.

WATCH YOURSELF. I might be making her do stupid things but that's my wife, my people's princess and you're still not allowed to say a word about her.

[not-goldy]

So Goldy this 11:08 discussion reminds me of a convo I just had with my sister recently... we were discussing of how bts members encourage the bad behaviors of their fans and her biggest point was Jungkook. For her, Jungkook encourages the toxic Y/N scenarios and the example she used was the white day live. I, being a jikooker immediately defended Jungkook however once she asked why I chose peace. But that just made me realize that most things Jungkook does to get his mimis attention has been stolen to feed off the Y/N delulus. Jungkook didn't come on live on white day to dine with you he came on live to dine with his mimi who was overseas... Jungkook dressed up handsomely to attract mimi, spoiled alert mimis solo projects and, even mentioned GCF Tokyo and there for you. This also happened during the jimin 2022 bday wish video when army's started trending for "What was the reason?"... well honey bcuz he wanted to thirst trap his babes to a after hours birthday present. Sorry to break it to you Y/Ns but he doesn't do shit to feed your delulus, you do that on your own. The Jungkook fan service king thing needs to come to an end.

Ahhh you should have called me so I join in the discussion.

I agree that all BTS members are guilty of this especially those who over share sensitive vulnerable tales of their lives and enable their fans to trauma bond with them. Those are the ones who inadvertently encourage parasocial attachments and its more insidious and dangerous if you ask me.

I think anyone who overly emphasize on Jungkook thirsttraping and love baiting his fans has their priorities misplaced cos no one truly believes Jungkook is dating them or saving himself for them when calling him baby irks him so much.

But I agree that writing love songs and sharing deep emotional feelings in a song and calling it a fan song is dangerous.

Like these are grown adults they shouldn't still be disguising their romantic feelings, expressions experiences as content made for fans at their big age.

If you want to have this conversation you have to HAVE IT. You have to go to the root of the problem and not just scratch the surface.

When two people are found in the back of a truck taking a break unwinding and enjoying eachother's company THEY SHOULD BE BOLD TO SAY HEY THIS IS OUR ME TIME AND WE DONT APPRECIATE THE INTRUSION.

But saying you hanging out for fans taking pictures for fans loving someone for fans IS HOW FANS GET CROSSED EYES THINKING THEY ARE ENTITLED TO YOUR HEART MIND AND SOUL.

That everything you do is for them and anything else that can't be co-opted should be explained away as fan service.

I mean speaking of encouraging bad behaviors.

I don't know how and why people fixate on Jungkook gyrating and thrusting his hips on live for fans when there are real issues like these to be discussed. I just don't get it.

And I think Jungkook is doing what the members did when they were his age. Someone has to pamper these fans and incentivize them to remain loyal or even to attract them to the group.

I recall we used to call Tae and JM the recruit fairies cos they were the one's who strong fanservice skills drew the crowd and converted new stans.

It's simply Jungkook's turn to do the necessary evil and I genuinely don't see how he's over doing it. Fans are just nuts if they truly fall for him calling Army his girlfriend cos if so he's cheating on every single one of them with the other😩😩😩😩😩😩😩

I take it all as a joke but if people are taking it seriously they need to seek psychiatric intervention.

Can I ask you a question??🤔

Do you not see the real actual problem with BTS or do you genuinely think what Jungkook does is an actual serious problem 🤔

Because it's the least concerning thing on my scale of problematic things BTS do with fans. If they were all just feeding y/n delusions I'd say that was not a problem at all cos Y/ns will always y/n regardless😩

[avisperocustom]

On spirals

Babe, we're having a human experience. We're part of god, we're limitless consciousness, but we're also inhabiting a body.

I got triggered yesterday. I mentioned my sps, the 3d responded badly..Or so I thought.

Oh boy. If you're in the same boat as me, this is for you and for me.

So, you got triggered. You got bad thoughts...Now what?

NOW YOU PERSIST, BAYBEEE! THIS IS YOUR TIME TO SHINE!

See, when you get triggered it's you falling from one state of reality to a more unfavorable, and perhaps familiar, one. I know the state I fell to very well, it's low and it's full of anxiety. Horrible, sticky anxiety that fills my lungs and makes my heart beat way too fast. Boo, horrible, nobody likes it. My 3d reflected my fears and my assumptions. Babe, the 3d is nothing but a collection of your thoughts and feelings. I mentioned Teddy to my friend, whom I had built the assumption about that she hates him. What did I get? Exactly that.

SO. You know you fell into a bad icky state, how to get back to the better, more favorable state? I'm getting to that honey

FIRST AND FOREMOST,

Fulfill your basic needs: Hunger, Hygiene, Release, Sleep.

Try to sleep it off. It could be your mortal body that's screaming for help.

"[Redacted], it didn't help, I'm still triggered, I can't do this, manifestation isn't real, i'm crazy delusional and sp doesn't love me" It exists, we all have been through this honey, the feeling is normal, you WILL feel crazy and delulu at some point, it's completely natural, even more when you're going through this journey alone, but I assure you manifestation is real.

IF SLEEPING IT OFF DIDN'T WORK, IT'S BEEN MULTIPLE HOURS OR EVEN A DAY,

STEPS TO RESCUE YOURSELF OUT OF A SPIRAL:

1- Check your self concept:

WHAT, is being said by the unfavorable state? What are you thinking right now? In my particular state, it was a complete victim state. "Why does my sp hurt me, what did I do" (Babe I manifested my own hurt in that one reality lmao the fuck you mean "what did you do") "I'm so hated, abandoned and unwanted" "I'm not chosen" "I'm pathetic and forgotten"

2- Ground yourself:

Remember who the fuck you are. WHO ARE YOU? You're that bitch. You're limitless consciousness, and whatever you say in your reality is what goes. Babe you're, literally, a god. You're all powerful and all capable. You're wanted, you're loved, you're admired and you are capable of ANYTHING you desire. You're desired, you're absolutely gorgeous, chosen, pursued, sought after because you're so fucking rare and amazing. YOU, ARE LOVED. YOU, ARE THE SOURCE OF EVERYTHING HAPPENING AROUND YOU, LIFE HAPPENS THROUGH YOU, AND NOT TO YOU. IT'S YOUR INNER MAN THE ONE TELLING YOU, "LISTEN TO ME, I AM GOD, I CREATE FROM CLAY MY OWN REALITY."

3- Release that energy:

Baby it's time to get that anxiety physically off of you. Move around, dance, work out, shake yourself out of it. Rant to yourself how amazing you are. If you need to meditate? Do so. Listen to music. Listen to a subliminal, that shit doubles as affirmations being hammered into your brain and if the music is hype as a way to get that icky feeling outta you. Go walk your dog. Ground yourself on grass. Get straight in the ocean, or jump inside a pool. Anything. But get that shit out of your body. My only tip here is to not consume anything that isn't positive, manifestation content. Do not trigger yourself further. No sad songs, no "waaaa poor me" shit. REMEMBER WHO THE FUCK YOU ARE.

4- Persist, persist, PERSIST:

Remember that the 3d is fake. All of this is subject to change, from one second to the next. You didn't ruin your manifestation, nor even delayed it because you had a human day. You're a god living a human experience, training to be a higher being one day when your body is, at its right time and without intervention, gone. You're allowed to have flaws. You're allowed to have a bad day. You can talk about your fridge disappearing all you want, but if you KNOW you have a fridge, it'll still be there in the kitchen where it belongs. KNOW, that your manifestation is happening. No matter what you see, remember that from the first time you put your foot down and affirmed for your manifestation, it's already done. Nothing to seek, nothing to change, nothing to wait for. It's done, it happened. You revised successfully, and changed realities.

Moved back to the wrong reality? Boo, all you did was take the wrong bus. Just get your bus pass and go back to the neighborhood you should be at, silly. Your sp loves you, you have the money, your past is exactly what you want it to be, you're healthy, you'll be fine

Affirm. Or visualize, or script. Or idk float around somewhere. Whichever technique you use, remind yourself of what you have.

You'll be fine. I'll be fine. We'll be fine together.

And let me tell you.

I was spiraling so hard yesterday, I didn't even register I had solid, clear movement. More than once, I had clear movement. And I was so blind to it, swallowed up by my worries and pulling my hair and thinking oh god, I'll lose it all, that I didn't even notice.

My revision didn't go well, it went perfectly.

[cool-island-songs]

Hope you like inbox headcanons. There was a point in their relationship where both Tweek and Craig felt inadequate. Tweek felt like a burden to his super supportive and caring boyfriend. While Craig felt like a failure in comparison to his boyfriend who was not only multi-talented, but employed. This lead to an unspoken competition where they both tried to "out-boyfriend" each other until they finally talked it out.

awh yeah!!! send me whatever u got!

i do always love them both being like ..what does he see in me

i think i could also see these phases not really coinciding, but perhaps younger tweek feeling like a burden, with things like the events of "buddha box" reinforcing that in his mind. after all, he doesn't have decent or even remotely useful parents and craig sometimes takes on a sort of caregiver role, but he is also just a child

if you'll allow me to go off on a brief tangent, one thing that bothers me when people fixate on creek's alleged toxicity (and tweek's in particular) is the idea that craig's supportive because he's just naturally a rly good boyfriend, and tweek is his mentally ill little pet who oughta be a lot more grateful. NO! have these hoes ever seen craig soft before? craig wanting to help someone for the sake of it? why might he do that? what might he get out of that? perhaps a connection with someone who sees him as perfectly capable of empathy?

i think we've seen craig behave this way with tweek and tweek alone because tweek fills him with this urge to be empathetic and caring, to try to bridge their different communication styles. possibly he even develops a sort of need to be needed by tweek which could 100% become a super codependent dynamic (and i have a fic in progress exploring how it could lead to them breaking up, at least for some number of years)

but they could also work through it and things like a responsible adult in his life, a support group, medical/mental health interventions of some kind, and/or outside friends could all give tweek support he needs beyond the emotional support craig provides

so that leads me into your other hc—craig feeling like a failure because tweek has a job and hobbies/talents. this is something i can really see for college aged creek! imagine tweek's gotten through his rocky teen years having to live with those parents, and he's thriving in college, and craig wonders if he "needs" him at all anymore. i think it could be really sweet for him to remind craig that he's with him because he wants to be, not because he needs to be. i actually have something like this in a WIP where they decide to go to different schools for college and realize it was a horrible mistake and work to transfer to the same city, but craig's very insecure about how well tweek seems to be doing without him (when really it's that he doesn't have to be around his draining, emotionally abusive parents anymore!)

sorry this is so long, but i also really love the bit about them overcompensating. young tweek bringing craig cupcakes all the time to make up for how many panic attacks he's helped him through. craig's doctor being like Son you've got to stop eating so many cupcakes... your blood is 80% buttercream at this point. college tweek running out of space to store all the teddy bears craig mails him. constantly facetiming and texting him 'i love you honey', 'good morning babe' because he's scared to ask 'do you still need me', 'am i still useful and good' oh i love it so much

[dalesramblingsblog]

OK conversely to my rant about The Disease, I have to confess that I... do actually quite like Cogenitor. Like, I understand why people have such a visceral reaction to it, I really do. The dialogue around gender is, well, it's a very 2003 understanding of gender; Archer's condemnation of Trip's actions is very tough to stomach, and it's easy to read the episode as a straightforward agreement with that condemnation.

But I think a *lot* of the discourse surrounding this episode really fails to take into account that the issues of moral relativism and unilateral intervention here have a very specific resonance for the world of April 2003. In a world where right-wingers were constantly bringing up the plight of women and girls in countries like Afghanistan and Iraq purely to justify an opportunistic imperialist invasion, Trip's actions were very pointed.

And, like, for all that people really like to say that Trip was made out to be the villain of the piece, I... really don't think he was? He's shown to have slipped up, yes, but I think the episode is actually remarkably clear in showing every step of his thought process, and how the values traditionally associated with Star Trek led him to the conclusions he made. The fact that so many viewers empathised with him enough to feel outraged at Archer's closing speech *IS VERY MUCH THE EPISODE'S POINT*.

The point is not "You are wrong, viewer, for feeling the same way as Trip, and while we're at it you shouldn't protest the treatment of women by the Taliban btw." It's something a lot more nuanced, and frankly for an episode produced just a month after the Iraq War began - even though Trip's actions are obv far less severe - it's actually a rather bold indictment of American foreign policy and the tendency to assume that the global south is just full of backwards villains who need a rugged square-jawed good old boy from the South to liberate them.

(For the best illustration of how warped the discourse around this episode is, look no further than the person who claimed that Cogenitor exemplified Enterprise's inheritance of the post-9/11 political climate. Which really doesn't jive with the whole "It's a polemic against meddling in other cultures because 'muh moral relativism'" narrative, unless you're seriously under the impression that the dominant response to 9/11 was "Actually, we shouldn't invade the Middle East because morals are relative." And frankly if that really is what you think well then that's fucking precious. Like, babe, do you even *know* who Donald Rumsfeld was?)

[streets-in-paradise]

Best Friends Till the End - Andy Barclay x (Fem) Childhood Friend! Reader - Part 7

Masterlist

Warnings: Chucky doing very fucked up comments.

Summary : Chucky attempts to play his first move against you with one of his classical stalker calls. You know he sees you as the weakest element of the group and his twisted Intervention preys in your biggest fears seeking to destroy your greatest hope. However, a crucial mistake on his part allows Andy to present you with a whole new purpose.

Tags: @barclaysangel ( i finally finished to write this while dealing with my anxiety over the current situation, hope you will like it. Also, i wrote it on the phone so sorry for the mistakes you may find. )

In the peace of your embrace Andy managed to be the first one falling asleep. Judging by the comments you have heard on his insomnia, he must have been too tired or feeling too comfortable with you in order to accomplish that. Confessing your feelings to each other wasn’t an expected part of your childhood reminiscent ritual, but it happened and you were feeling good about that. Finding out you felt the same for him had surprised him the most, Andy was already insisting on saying you needed someone better and you were claiming over and over there was no one else for you. It got to a point where you started to shut him up with more kisses every time he would start bringing up his flaws. The caresses and reassuring whispers must have relaxed him, so you kept doing that even when you began to notice he was getting sleepy. 

It was a perfect moment, you were almost sure nothing could have possibly ruined it until you felt the vibrations of your phone against the wood of your nightstand. Getting called in the middle of the night was suspicious enough already, only your sister in some severe emergency could justify that. Fearing something could have happened to her, you picked up without caring to consider the fact that the number was unknown. 

If she was in danger, her phone could have got ruined and she could be calling you from anywhere else. 

Your doubtful introductory salute found no direct answer, the person at the other side wanted to hear your voice first. Raven would have never done that, not at least at that hour of the night, so it couldn’t be her. 

It freaked you out a little bit, but you tried not to show it. 

“ In case you are wondering, my favorite scary movie is Halloween … Anything else, jerk?”

The Scream reference obtained a chuckle and you didn’t need anything else to understand what was happening. You looked at Andy, still lost in his sleep, and wondered if it was enough to justify waking him up. 

“ Don’t fuck with me, let’s start with that. Shall we?” 

Chucky was ruining everything again, somehow managing to do it exactly the same as the last time. It was only you hearing his voice in the dark while Andy tried to sleep. 

“ This is not what I expected. “ You admitted, then lowered the tone of your voice trying to speak in whispers. “ Of all the shit I could have imagined you say after decades of silence, I gotta say it’s disappointing. This whole thing is a letdown. I get death assholes don’t sleep but, really? A call in the middle of the night? Have you been watching the Scream movies, Chucky? “ 

He noticed the difference and immediately called you out about it. 

“ He is there, isn’t he? Had he already tried to fuck you and found out you are a frigid bitch?” 

The sick insult was vague enough for you to not be able to tell if he was just taunting you or if he had learned private details of your life touching someone who knew you. 

“ Poor babe is too tired. We are too busy keeping every single child in this town aware of you.” Was your strong sounding comeback. “ You reached my kids, they know one of yours was there and news travels fast. Friends, siblings, cousins … neighbors. Organized children are your downfall, that’s what I learned last time. You ain’t going to get a new family anywhere near, I have eyes everywhere. “ 

“ You are so fucking ungratefull.” He interrupted you, his way of complaining sounding too parent-like to not be twisted. “ I let you be, you could have done anything with your life and yet you dare to get in a business that enters in direct conflict with mine. Couldn’t you let it go? With your failed child actress thing and the daddy issues, I have always imagined you would end up in porn.” 

He disgusted you to the core, keeping in mind you were around five the last time he saw you made your stomach churn.

“ I found my call forced to take responsibility for what you left behind.  My mom got into occultism seeking for answers and found in that a passtime to escape my dad. She even tried to convince me that my fear summoned you in the apartment of the Barclays that night and the place was haunted. Her medium was the only one taking real care of me and we raised my sister, so now I’m a kinder teacher who does palm readings.” 

“The cunt inside your mother’s womb, I’m more excited about paying her a visit than the very little thrill I can get from you. “ He cruelly mocked you. “ The name was a very flattering touch. Did the shrink tell your parents to pick it for positive association? Was she left in charge of fixing your screwed mind from birth? “ 

“You will never get Raven, she will get you.” You pridefully recalled. “ She is the Scrappy of my Scooby and she grew up to my tales of Andy. If you would have come back for me, you would have found me running after another little girl who just put on a mask from her last halloween costume to recklessly chase you around the apartment with a butcher knife in hand.” 

“ Meaning literally everyone else in my list is more interesting than you … Do you see now why I never returned? Little bitch, you were just a replacement for someone else. There was a time when killing you would have given me great pleasure, but I got the real thing and I don’t need you anymore. You are becoming a pain in my ass in vain. Face it, no matter how hard you try you will never make anyone care. Your dad never cared, I didn’t care. Every single man in your life has abandoned you, maybe that’s why you couldn’t let me go.” 

The words were like knives stabbing your soul, silent sobbing brought you back to the very same state you swore you would never come back. A lonely, hurted little girl preyed on by a monster. 

“ If I clinged to my memories, if I choose to stay awake … It was never for you. “ 

Despite not fully awake, Andy was giving signs of being listening to bits of your answers. You gesturally reassured him to stay calm, holding him tighter. 

“ You have been waiting for Prince Charming to return and slay the dragon. Even though he had also abandoned you, you have made excuses for him all your life. “ Chucky insisted, twisting your words the way he wanted. “ Andy is not your salvation, he couldn’t even save himself. You have no idea of the kind of man he grew up to be, I raised him. The bastard is a psycho and you are the last thing he remembers fondly;you really don’t want to be on his side. “ 

The card he was playing with was a powerful one, he truly knew Andy better than you. 

“ Bullshit. You may have broken him, but he is still a good man. A wonderful, broken man.” 

“ He is lost, he picked all the tricks in my handbook … Including how to rope the naive woman you got fixated on into opening the door for you. His obsession with you it’s more dangerous than what you think, before you could realize and fight him he is going to make you his new toy. You are going to spend the rest of your life locked in a cabin in the middle of nowhere and he will be telling you it's the only way for you to be together because he has to protect you from me. He will say he had to do it because he loves you, but he is the real danger. 

The grim speech should have been enough to make you hesitate, but it didn't.

" And you expect me to believe you called to warn me? YOU, of all people? "

" I called to offer you a deal, the same I did the last time … Give me Andy and I will let you and the babygirl live."

That time you were the one chuckling.

" If you really want to turn us against each other you are going to need more than that, Chuck."

Apparently, the cocky negatory wasn't what he expected and his persuasive tactics kept escalating in darkness.

" Deny it all you want, but I'm the last hope you have of walking out of this before Andy shows his true colors. Think carefully, little bitch … or you will remember me when you will be tied up begging him to stop forcing his damn dick inside you. In that shitty cabin no one is going to hear your screaming and he is so gone in his delusion that he will think you like it. He will even try to kiss your tears as he is coming inside, so happy that you are going to have his children!! You will wish i was there to fucking stab your growing womb, pathetic slut!!! It's over, you have no choice but doing as i say. DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE TO DISRESPECT ME EVER AGAIN. I'M ALL YOU HAVE, BARBIE!"

He hanged up out of sudden, almost as if anger would have made him deviate from his script accidentally.

Andy was awake near the end, your sobbing and the look on your face explained enough.

" He must have found my old therapist, otherwise i have no idea of where he learned so much of me." Was all you could explain. " He called to brag exploiting my traumas. The pregnancy phobia must have made him very proud, he was extra cruel with that. "

Your enamored friend took a deep breath, seeking to contain his anger because you were already terrified.

" You should have woke me up, never let me sleeping again. Even if you can tell he isn't approaching" He sweetly complained, sitting on the bed to hold you in his arms. " Whatever he has told you, remember it's all lies. It's exactly like you told me : he wants you to feel like shit so you won't stand in his way. "

Tears were still falling down your face, but he wasn't going to give up.

" We ruined part of his scheme without having to spill a drop of blood, and that was thanks to you. It's because you are so smart and kind hearted … and you found a usefull lesson in the shit we went through together. One I didn't seen before. Have you heard that ' kill them with kindness' thing? That's you, and Chucky is pissed off that it worked."

The comfort he was attempting to bring you would have worked, making be you all smiles for him, if you wouldn't be haunted by what you heard.

" Andy … Do you have an isolated cabin somewhere? He mentioned that. "

" It's not the most romantic place, but i can assure you it's not the Evil Dead one. " He answered, worried and weirded by you sudden fright. " … No, no, don't give me that look. Fuck, I should have know he would bring that up. "

You released yourself from his grip to stand up at a prudential distance and he let you do it, but the sudden lack of trust seemed to be hurting him.

" I don't know what he said, but I will tell you the truth. I didn't want to do it before because I feared it would scare you away. " He started to explain himself. " The place is a hunter's hideout and i have one of them prisoner there. As far as I can tell, it's the original."

You weren't dissaproving it completely, so you hesitantly awaited for his tale to end.

" I did all kinds of fucked up things to that doll. Kept only the head as a trophy and tried every single method of torture I had available, that's how i discovered the fire trick. You have seen some of that yourself; I can be a bit too trigger happy when it's about hunting him but that's all. "

The mere posibility of loosing you precisely then, ríght after finding himself enjoying a bit of your romantic affection, got him sincerely desperate.

" I would kill protecting you, but I would NEVER hurt you. " He insisted, approaching to round your hips with his arms looking at you with such broken beauty that you could tell he could be about to cry if he wouldn't feel too ashamed of releasing the tears. " You have to believe me, like you always did … Please. "

It was sincere enough for you.

" i'm so sorry, baby. He had spent more time with you than I ever got, made me feel as if he knew better. " You explained, caressing his face. " He said such horrible things, he wanted me to fear you … It felt exactly as when he threatened me as a kid, he even used the old nickname … Barbie, I can't look at one of those dolls without remembering it. "

As you were speaking, and encouraged by your well receivement, he placed a few pecks on your lower belly. The fabric of your nightgown was a barrier to reach your skin, but that wasn't necesarily the point.

It was a reassuring gesture to prove his devotion loving the spot of you that Chucky hurted. His sweet attentions only stopped to the mention of that name.

" Are you sure he said that? "

Only then you realized you have never told him that specific detail.

" Of course! It was an inside thing he had with me. Whenever he would loose his patience, he would start calling me Barbie. I believe he intends to mock my femminity as fragility. Definitely a mysoginistic thing implying weakness and reliance on him. I was this pink lover girly girl, never have been the queen of challenging gender norms, and I guess Barbie was easier to come up with than Daphne. "

Your guesses didn't convince him.

" … Barbarah Pierce. " He whispered to himself, connecting dots out loud despite you could still hear. " Shit, I'm being such a jerk, there is something else you need to know. "

He encouraged you to climb back on the bed with him before starting and held your hand the whole time.

" You were ríght all along, what Chucky told you that time must had been a twisted version of the truth. " He admitted, hesitant to carry on because he feared your reaction even more than before. " There was another family before mine: a woman and her two daughters. The eldest was of your same age and her name was Barbarah. "

The very few things he knew about the Pierces came from what he managed to read online and his failed experience trying to save Nica. Still, he told you all he could and there was no doubt that had to be the true origin of the nickname. In you Chucky found a reminder of another little girl he despised and that was all. You understood why Andy kept silence on the matter, since untill then he couldn't tell for sure if there was a connection and he didn't want to trigger you in vain. That was your worst nightmare, just like he had the memories of each time the doll attempted to possess him. He was being so considerate of your pain and you loved him for that, but there was no way you would let it go. Andy knew it well. He ended up being the one sedating you with reassurance untill you both finally managed to get some sleep.

That didn't stop you from freaking out the morning after. Kyle offered herself to make breakfast, since she was almost sure you had lost your mind because of Chucky's call. The siblings were watching you sip bits of coffee while nervously revisiting a pile of old books, handwritten notebooks, letters and packs of notes.

Inheritance of your deceased medium friend that you revisited with desperation to find anything usefull.

" You must be scared and I completely understand you… Wouldn't you prefer to talk about it?"

You closed the book before replying her.

" I already called Raven and she is fine, but i don't know for how long. I am aware she is perfectly capable of kicking his ass if he tries to kill her, but never stopped to think what would I do if he possesses her. I'm not going to let her alone for him to take and i am not abandoning Barbie's sister either. "

Before Andy could attempt to calm you down, you pointed at the pile.

" Pick one and start digging, we are looking for anything that could work as an exorcism or to possibly prevent possession."

Your serious determination made him chuckle a little bit.

" … This is exactly what I wanted to avoid. You will get as obsessed as i am, only through a different route. "

He checked the things you recommended him and while digging the pile he did a very strange finding.

" The fuck is this ? "

Picking that particular item from the pile, he then showed it arround.

A Voddoo for Dummies book. Kyle bursted into laughter noticing you mixed that with real stuff.

" Remember when I told you that despite i don't appear in the front page of the search, eventually people always find out? Someone gave me that as a phrank gift like a decade ago. " You explained to them." Even if it's not legit, it can serve as a guide for the mythology. "

He gave you a skeptical look, more amused than concerned.

" Whatever you say, gorgeous. "

Curiosity did make him look into it briefly, but he wasn't actually reading it. It wasn't surprising that you found something first because you knew what you were looking for.

" THE HERMETIC PRINCIPLE!!!" You cheered yourself in a language nobody else was understanding. " How did i missed it? Nadia told me about that so many times!!! Ughhhh, i'm such a dumbass!!! "

" English, please?" Kyle mocked you. " If it's good news, how good is it?"

" Maybe not enough for an exorcism, but it may work as a preventive hack. " You began to ramble away. " When I was told about it I would call it the Upside Down Rule, a bassic prínciple bonding things with their natural contraries. Surprisingly, an example of it was portrayed in Pirates of the Caribbean 3. If the theory is correct, we may just have to twist Chucky's chant to turn his words against him. "

The precise explanation was concluded with a pridefull smile. Despite of how strange it was, the idea has still a sense of inside logic that the audience catched.

Amazed as he was, Andy kissed you ríght there and without any warnings.

" Dating isn't enough, i should marry you. " He sweetly joked ríght afterwards. " ... And then you wonder why he did that? He must be desperate! Soon he would be paying us a visit. "

His lovely encouragement did work that time

" Excellent moment to test the theory. "

Kyle remained silent for an instant, untill realizing nobody seemed to acknowledge what just happened.

" So, Chucky called and you both are going to start dating …. Is there anything else that i missed last night? "

[girl4music]

WAVERLY: “We’re really worried about you. You’re hunting all the time. You’re not really sleeping.”

WYNONNA: “I’m totally sleeping.”

NICOLE: “No, you’re passing out. That’s not the same thing.”

WAVERLY: “You’re isolating yourself.”

WYNONNA: “No. I’m hunting alone. So until a new Chosen One rolls into town,

*directed at Rachel who’s watching from the stairs*

who’s old enough to drink…”

WAVERLY: “Wynonna! You’re… so… you seem so-“

WYNONNA: “Dedicated to keeping my friends and family safe?”

WAVERLY: “Really sad. And lonely.”

WYNONNA: “Well, we don’t all have the luxury of happily ever after.”

WAVERLY: “Doc loves you.”

WYNONNA: “Shut up.”

*moves to grab Peacemaker but Waverly covers her hands over it*

WAVERLY: “And so do we.”

WYNONNA: “Just keep the stupid gun.”

*walks off out of the house and Waverly runs after her*

NICOLE:

*tries to get her attention*

“Hey, babe.”

WAVERLY:

*outside the house*

“Wynonna, stop! Please!”

WYNONNA: “You want me to admit I have a problem?! Okay, well, here’s my problem, it’s a big one. Uh, if I stop killing demons, everyone I love, like you, gets eaten.”

WAVERLY: “Or maybe that’s what you’ve been telling yourself, Wynonna. Because you like it! A little too much.”

WYNONNA: “I don’t hear anyone else complaining about being too not dead because I’ve taken out too many demons.”

WAVERLY: “What about Holt? He was human.”

WYNONNA: “Why is it that when you kill a Clanton, it’s the right thing to do, but when I do it, it’s a problem?”

WAVERLY: “You know, I really thought we’d have a couple more years before your transition from fun drunk to mean alcoholic.”

WYNONNA: “Have fun planning your wedding, you sanctimonious asshole.”

WAVERLY:

*walks back into the house crying and into Nicole’s arms*

NICOLE: “Hey. Once she’s done being defensive, she’s gonna realize you’re right.”

WAVERLY: “Am I? I’m not judging her. I’m just trying not to lose her.”

NICOLE: “Hey.

*hugs her tight and kisses her head*

You want me to stay?”

WAVERLY: “No. You gotta go.”

Finally! We’re dealing with Wynonna’s inner conflict with believing that she needs to shut off the world and kill everything that threatens it. This episode must be her breaking point. This was what I was waiting for after the whole killing Holt situation and Doc left her.

Let’s see them try to make this one into a comedy. Something like this should only be dealt with in drama. I hope they handle this narrative seriously. It looks like they will from the intervention opening but you just never know. There may be some tonal shifts.

This is the narrative I wanted for Buffy Summers. They touched on it but they never went all out with it. They never made it clear how much of a demon she was becoming from having to constantly kill the demons. What that was doing to her mind, body and soul. How much of a price that she was paying to be The Hand.

I wanted a proper narrative undertaking for Buffy like Wynonna seems to be getting in this episode that showed that being a hero doesn’t always require being a killer. Whether it’s of the evil supernatural or not. And in the last season they should have done this since they made it canon that she was made from a demon and therefore her instincts were just the same. But they didn’t do that. They didn’t play morally grey. And it’s part of the reason why I just lost all interest.

See it’s been bubbling under the surface all throughout the show but Wynonna’s inner conflict was that she was afraid that she was a killer - a murderer for killing demons or human bad guys. In this season especially, she’s resigned herself to that objective because she doesn’t have a partner in crime with it anymore. There’s no Clyde to her Bonnie basically. And it’s tearing her apart that she cannot connect with someone that literally sold his soul to a demon because he is not okay with what she’s become from having such a defensive attitude towards the problem.

And everybody’s worried about her because she doesn’t communicate how she’s really feeling. What she’s really struggling with inside that’s eating her up. And something like that is one hell of a narrative to not only explore thoroughly, but also conclude and close.

And I am SO HERE FOR IT! I’m more here for this narrative than WayHaught’s because I already know I’m going to get that anyway. More focus on the lead main character at this point in the show is imperative. And I know Season 4 has been more comedy than drama. But there’s always time to change that around. You know it’s not always an equal amount of either in genre shows. Sometimes it’s just on a spectrum depending on what story it is that they’re telling. Which means the vibe and tone always serves the narrative and characters. Not the other way around.

It’s the reason I cannot watch either pure drama or pure comedy. I have to have that balance when it comes to TV art/enterainment. The grey area. And genre shows - particularly supernatural/fantasy - always have that balance. Even if it’s not equal.

But yeah, Buffy would have certainly been a much more interesting character to me than she was if they had went all the way with the “am I a killer?” subject. Like I said - they touched on it. Quite a few times actually. But they don’t make it into a proper arc where she had a breakdown and her team have to come in to help to save her from destroying herself.

Being a hero is fucking hard. Especially when chosen. When you never wanted to be the world’s protector in the first place but you find it’s who you are anyway. You’re eventually going to face up to the price of it. The loss and the grief. But most of all the evolution. And an evolution includes all the highs and lows. The downfalls, the sacrifices, the depression, the loneliness. All of it. You can’t have a true character development without it all. And the thing is Buffy has all of that. Sometimes more than I bear to watch. But the one thing they skip out of truly exploring is - to me - the most important subject that there is to address.

Which is if you’re a fighter - if you have protect and defend through violence - does it make you a killer?

And if you’re a hero - are you okay with not being one and letting somebody else take the reins - including all the pitfalls and burdens you’ve had to bear and overcome. Can you allow yourself to give up heroism?

All of that needed to be addressed with Buffy in the final season. And the way they choose to do it. To wrap up the sap up - is the most insane, nonsensical, confusing, frustrating extremely lazy way ever by her entire team throwing her out of the fucking house and then letting her back in when they realize they’re wrong and they need her and some other character has to be the one to make them face their mistake.

Exploring the extremely strong and substantial subject I’m talking about here is what would have avoided all that ridiculous mess because the take-away from it would have been that there is a necessity to heroism but it comes at the price of being a killer or at least fearing that you are or will become a killer.

So I hope - I fucking hope - that they will do this with Wynonna. Have her face up to her actions and choices because her humanity will not let her just ignore them. Only a demon that feels absolutely nothing would. And that’s not Wynonna. She is such an emotional person when she lets herself be. When she doesn’t block it out. She’s like Faith. The need to shield vulnerability because she fears that letting love in will destroy her. When love and all that love entails is what she needs.

[kurorinde]

Robin's Midnight Records | No. 1 | friends with [deep dark secrets]

My dear friend who I miss and love so much,

How are you? I'm so sorry that I haven't written to you since.... May? Last year? A lot of life has happened since then, and it looks like I was already "going through it" aaaaaaa

Who am I if not going through it? Heh.

I guess I'll get to the point: I broke my heart twice in the span of a week and a half. First to kill my delusions, second to kill my denial.

Okay, so you stayed to read under the cut. As a reward, here's my deep dark secrets :D

In 2023, I had a purely delusional proximity crush on Joker. He would lowkey be in my space, like, all the time! I was also looking for a distraction from my close friendships that felt like they were failing. I promised myself that I would leave him in 2023, but that was a lie. I even had my first intervention after the girlies found out he was the latest in a timeline of bad crushes. And I only kept a timeline because I was trying to organize all these songs I'd written into chronological order. (But honestly, I didn't need to do that. There's no justification lol.)

Joker's my friend now and I don't get all dumb and weird around him anymore. I think. I'm just dumb and weird by myself lol. But if I'm being completely honest, the beginning of the end of the delusion was in May... when my california grandma passed. I used to feel so ashamed that it took an actual crisis for me to realize that he wasn't going to be the one to help me through a crisis.

I guess I'll talk about the Ace of it all now.

...

I mean, there's nothing really to say. He's been so far back in the plot, but I guess he's only relevant because ?????? idk his sister is my bestie tho. Love her. Oh, and my Grandma randomly brought him up recently. She was talking to my Sister about her new bf (yeah, that happened) and this was our convo:

Gma: Don't worry you'll find your second Prince Charming. Me: ???? Who was the first?????? Gma: The tall one but he's not here anymore.

And it was so weird because why, in the year 2024, is Ace being referenced by my Grandma???

Not even King?? He was more recent. And literally is the one that she would've liked the most. Maybe.

Okay, if I'm going to talk about King, let me start by talking about... J.

The realization that he could be reading this is hitting me, but it's honesty hour so whatever. (Hi J! <3)

Also! For those who have been following these life updates, the "J" in moonrise chronicles 9 is now King. Just how the cards fell :)

So........ J. My dude. My bestie. How do I put this?

Yanno Promise by Laufey? The song I cried to when we heard it live? Yeah ummm... you're the boy standing out on Melrose Avenue.

This part is kinda confusing to put into words so here's a round of 2 truths, 1 partial lie:

"ok fine i borrowed ur bed" and "only for u babe": I was gathering dirt outside the arena and it was getting dark. Your base was the closest. And i was just matching your energy because you're literally the only one that gives me that attitude (endearingly).

"I never wanted that from you.": You said you weren't looking for a relationship, to which I replied with that phrase specifically. All I ever wanted was your friendship. And I was so sad after that whole conversation because I thought I lost it. i still think I lost it, and part of me thinks that this is going to make it worse. It's up to you. If being honest still means being messy, then I guess I'll have to live with that.

Which btw, I wasn't referring to myself when I asked you about friends being messy. I didn't want to drop names or specifics because those weren't important and I still wanted to protect our friends. I forgot to protect myself.

"thanks! bc same": You asked me if I had feelings and I couldn't give you a clear answer because I didn't know. I kept telling myself that, no, I didn't actually have feelings because I was just using you in place of King. And I hated myself for trying to make you a placeholder when I knew that you were so much more than that.

Sure, you two had similarities, but talking about them made me realize that literally everybody had those similarities. The difference was that you were my friend. He only ever talked to me when he needed me for something. You just talk to me. You have jokes and you take jokes. You never talk to me because you need me to do something or to be something.

Even though he was my friend the last time we saw each other, I knew that I had to let go of my idea of him. I used to feel so incapable of giving love and undeserving of receiving it. I felt like the most difficult person in the world to love, like it was impossible.

I'm still in the process of letting go (this is part of it), but I at least don't believe those things about myself as much as I used to.

So what's the true answer?

Yes, I did have the tiniest bit of feelings for you. However, I think they were misplaced and muddied by my internal demons. Do I have feelings now? No. I've been keeping you at a distance because I don't want you to be uncomfortable or confused thinking that I'm feeling something I'm not. I'll admit, I do miss our own brand of conversation. But if it's something I need to let go of too, I'll do it. These are the consequences of my indecision and joking and whatever else I'm trying to change about myself. For my own health but also so you, my friend(s) don't have someone so broken in your life.

I think that's everything. All cards on the table. It's also currently 2:08 AM.

Thank you for reading. And thank you for existing.

Take care, Robin

Currently listening to: friends with detriments (ch 3: you never needed me/all i ever wanted, the sunday interlude, ch 4: platonic blanket sharing)

< PREV | NEXT >

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

"MOUTH SICK" FREE VERSION I'm pretty sure I got all of it changed out. But if I missed anything, please let me know.

ORIGINAL VERSION

@k-shire Here you go ;)

Potential TW ::: Difficulty conceiving.

A/N ::: I am so tired tonight that this was not super proofed. This was an ask that came via my messages. They wanted a story with the spicy and the sweet parts of Kats & F.reader tryin' for a baby. I hope it has all the elements you wanted and that you like it!

C/W ::: Aged up Kats x f.reader, facial fluids being discharged (snot, tears). Oral M->F Quite a bit of P->V. Lovey dovey stuff, sweet moments between 2 people who just want a freakin' baby. Ok? 😭

WC ::: 4,923 +/- (Jesus christ, I'm so sorry. This totally got away from me and I don't even know how.)

"Hey babe, it's me." Katsuki said in his typical growly voice. "I guess you're still at work or somethin'. Anyway, I'll be home tomorrow night. Also, I'been holdin' back. So, be ready for me. I love you, call me if ya want."

Katsuki was out of town on a job. He's been gone for almost a week now, the longest you two have been apart since you got married, almost 2 years ago. You missed him, sure. But when he came home, stomping through the entryway, yelling for you, it was the best feeling to be wrapped up in his arms and smooshed into his chest.

The two of you have been leaving yourselves open to having a baby for about 4 months now. It hasn't been constant trying, but the longer it goes that you're not getting pregnant, the more you feel like you're needing to take this more seriously. You started reading up on the most productive positions to get the result you're looking for, studying what you can do before and after you do the deed. How to check your basal temperature. When doctor intervention becomes more than a discussion and an absolute necessity.

The phone beeps, alerting you to your missed call and voicemail. "What ... oh, damn it." You listen to the message Katsuki left you and couldn't help the soft pink blush that spread over your face and chest. No man had ever made you feel the way he has. You had been pretty reserved until he helped you tap into your inner slutty girl. It sounds bad, but you've not looked back once since he brought you out of your little sexual shell. And why should you? Every time you're with him you swear it's the best sex you've ever had. Point being, you got really lucky to have him love you and be able to love him.

Pushing #1 on speed dial, you hear the other line ringing and start praying to whatever gods would listen to you that he'd answer his phone.

"Hey brat. Y'ignorin' me now or some shit like that? The fuck ya think ya are?" You could hear him choke out a laugh. The background noise was almost louder than he was.

"You know it, you caught me. Trying to ignore you. What're you gonna do about it?" You giggled when you heard his breath hitch in his throat. Your voice got low and breathy, "You gonna punish me, hm? Good luck catching me, Kats."

The phone crackled a few times before you heard him, "Hey! Y'there? Babe!? Goddamn it, this shit ass fuc---" and then you heard nothing.

"K-Kats? Hello? Are you ... are you there? Oh." You tossed the phone on the couch and pouted. "Things were just about to get good, too." You whined to the cat. But you knew they didn't care. They were Kats' anyway. They merely tolerated you until they were hungry and then they were your biggest fan.

A chime rang out into the quiet room and you pounced on it. A text from Katsuki, "Sorry, shit reception here. I'll try to call you from the hotel later. XXX"

It was about 6pm. Too early for bed, too late to go anywhere. So you curled up on the couch and watched your wedding video. You laughed and cried about how stupid you felt for missing him so much. He's only been gone a week and he'll be home tomorrow. Less than 24 hours and you would be together again.

You woke up to the sun forcing its way through the edges of the window coverings. "He's coming home today! He ... is finally coming home today!" A contented sigh heaved its way from your chest as you stood and stretched the uncomfortable position you slept in from your body. And then immediately a wave of dizziness washed over you. "The f-," you covered your eyes and stumbled as best you could with limited vision to the bathroom. Turning on the faucet, you splashed cool water on your face . "Mmm ..." Your eyes roamed to the bathroom cupboard. The dizziness faded and soon your body followed your eyes' lead and you bent down to open the door and pull out a pregnancy test.

You peed on the plastic receptacle and set the timer you'd bought specially for the bathroom, only to hurry up and wait for the next 3 minutes.

"Oh." You tried so hard not to let yourself get wrapped up in the hope that all of your fun and hard work had finally paid off. But it still hurt. It always hurt. It was a relief though, that Katsuki wasn't here to have to go through this again. He always somehow got more excited than you at the prospect of you becoming parents. 'There's plenty uh’time, ma,' he always says to you whenever the result is another negative.

It would be several hours before he'd be home, so you put yourself together and set out to grocery shop. You decided to stop by your favorite little boutique and look around at the lingerie. Maybe that would help cheer you up and raise moral to romp around with your husband. You laughed at the stupid thought. It was always fun to be with Katsuki.

You managed to knock all of your tasks out in a couple of hours and drove home to get stuff put away. You still wanted to shower, put on the new lingerie you bought and figure out what to do for dinner. Take-out was calling your name tonight.

In the shower, you started to think about how much you loved Katsuki. And a familiar, warm, tingly feeling started to bloom in the pit of your stomach. Unconsciously, you began rubbing your thighs together trying to alleviate the pressure - however pleasant it might be - building there. It was a dangerous game you were playing here. If you rubbed them too much, you know you'd get beyond frustrated and have to take care of this on your own. And there was nothing you wanted more than for him to be the one to alleviate this pent up tension in your body. Seeing as he was the one causing it, it only seemed fair.

Hurrying to finish washing up, you managed to get out of there with only a little bit of lingering agitation. Perhaps agitation was too strong a word. But you missed him so much there was no other word you could think of to replace it.

All wrapped up in a towel, you went to your room and looked over the clothes you had laid out for tonight. The dress you chose was newer, you picked it up a month or so ago, but haven't had the chance to wear it. It’s so new that he hasn't even seen it on you. The lingerie was a strappy black 1 piece and it looked so confusing to you. But you wanted to look nice for him. You knew he would love it for the whole 30 seconds it was on you before he tore it off. Yet you couldn't help but feel a little bit nervous about his homecoming.

It all felt so new to you for some strange reason.

His Jeep pulled into the driveway and your heart all but stopped beating. Your face got hot and you felt like you were going to faint again. "Jesus, calm yourself, y/n. You're married for Christ's sake. Have been for over 2 years. He is your husband. He already loves you." But you didn't believe a word you said to yourself.

You ran to the bedroom to take one last quick glance at your appearance. Smoothing down the dress at your stomach, you noticed it didn't sit quite like it did when you first bought it. You just chalked it up to a little bit of stress eating with Katsuki being gone, and you trying to stay cool about (not) getting pregnant. It just caught up to you. No matter. He's home.

The front door opened and you heard his heavy footsteps. Music to your ears. "Babe? 'M home. Get yer ass ov-", You peeked your head out of the bedroom and gave him a sassy smile. "There you are, fuck, missed you so much. Don't move." He tossed his keys onto the kitchen table and walked toward you like he was hunting you. Like if he moved to quickly you'd get startled and run away from him. Little did he know that it would take a lot more than him running at you to make you even flinch.

"I missed you too, Kats. So much." You whispered as he got closer. He reached out for you and pulled you flush against him, his mouth immediately finding yours. His lips were so soft and warm and he smelled so good. You couldn't resist the urge to kiss him deeper, and you let your tongue brush his bottom lip. He growled and held you tighter.

"Fuck, y’taste so good. Yer gonna kill me. I can't wait for you any longer. All of you. Every part of you." He kissed your cheek and then your ear, sucking the lobe into his mouth and tugging on it with his teeth. You moaned and ground your hips into his. The sensation of his hardness rubbing against you made you ache with need.

"Oh God. Please. I need you so much." Every brush of his fingers against your body left a trail of raised, peach fuzz hairs in their wake. You were panting now, trying to catch your breath from his lips on your skin. He pulled back and looked at you, his eyes shining with love and lust. "I love you so much, babe."

"I love you too, Katsuki." Your voice was breathy and quiet, almost like you were afraid to say it.

He leaned in and kissed you again, this time with more heat and intensity. His hands found their way to your ass and he squeezed, eliciting a whimper from your lips. "Let's go to bed." He grabbed your hand and led you to the bedroom.

You walked in and he pushed you onto the bed. You squealed and giggled as you bounced. He stood over you and started to unbutton his shirt. His abs and pecs were on display for you. You couldn't help but lick your lips at the sight of his muscles moving as he shrugged his shirt off his shoulders. He moved to unbuckle his belt and you got a little nervous. He was so hot and you felt like you couldn't keep up with him. But he always managed to make you feel like the most beautiful woman on earth.

As he took his pants off, you got up and stood in front of him so he could unzip the dress. "You make this dress look so fuckin' beautiful, babe. Goddamn. So sexy. But y'know, 's much as I love this, 'm dying to see what's underne- Hoh fuck. Th- you- fuck that's hot. This new?" He asked as he covered his mouth with his right hand and shook his head slowly.

"You like it?" You blushed hard.

"Do I fuckin' like it. C'mere. Fuckin' c'mere and I'll show you just how much I like it." He pulled you close and kissed your lips, your neck, your chest. You could feel him hard and throbbing against your lower stomach. It was driving you wild.

He turned you around and began to kiss your shoulders. He moved the straps of the lingerie down and bit your skin gently. "Ah! Katsuki, please. Please touch me. I need you."

"Patience. G’na take my time with you. Got about 6 days to make up for, darlin'. Lemme have this. Lemme have you."

He turned you back around and kissed you deeply. He held you close and you could feel the heat radiating from his body. "I am so glad you're home, Kats." You whispered while you pulled him to the bed.

You laid there and let him take over, let him do what he wanted. And what he wanted was to drive you crazy. He kissed every inch of your body, making sure to pay extra attention to your most sensitive parts.

"You work out this week or somethin'?" He asked between kissing your hot skin. He moved down to your belly. "Fuck, you're just so ..." he growled against your skin as he breathed you in. "Your tits look fantastic. You're so ... gah ... I dunno. You're just so soft." He ran his hands over your curves and squeezed your hips.

You pulled his hair and guided him to your core. "Katsuki, need ... need your mouth." He obliged and licked a stripe up your slit, his tongue pressing firmly against your clit and you jumped back. "Hohmygod, Kats! Fuck!!"

"S'sensitive for me," he dove back in and started to suck on your clit, swirling his tongue around it and then flattening it and moving it side to side, "Fumkin' lub et." You felt like you were going to burst. The feeling was overwhelming and you felt yourself get close to the edge faster than you could ever remember.

"Katsu- kugh, ohmygod, I'm gonna ... I'm gonna ..." You grabbed his head and pushed him further into you. He moaned and his hands dug into your thighs as he kept working your swollen cunt.

"Cum for me, baby. Show me how fuckin’ hard y’can cum for me. Lemme see that pretty pussy cum for me." He moved back down and started sucking and licking your clit again, his fingers sliding inside you and hitting that spot you love so much.

Your whole body tensed up and you felt yourself explode all over his fingers and tongue. "Katsuki!!!" You screamed and bucked your hips against his face, chasing your orgasm. You could feel him smiling against your skin as you rode out your pleasure against his face and hands. You didn't know what you were rubbing yourself against but there was no part of you that could stop it from happening.

"G'girl. Fuck, you taste s'good, babe. Kinda diff’rent. More tart. Lemony." He kissed your thigh and then crawled up to kiss you. "Gonna fuck a baby into you now." He smiled down at you, much more sweetly than his intentions actually were and held your legs open so he could slide himself inside you.

"Mmmm, yes ... please, want you … in me." You whined as he started to push himself in. He was big, you were used to it. But tonight you needed a minute or two to adjust to his size. It felt like you were clenching down on him, almost purposely. Making it more difficult for him to push himself entirely inside of you. 

"Jesus fuck, you sure you weren't doing some pussy push-ups r'somethin'? You're so tight, babe. Feels so fuckin' good. But … Jesus."

You couldn't control your laughter at him calling kegel exercises 'pussy push-ups'. It was so stupid, but it made you feel warm and loved that he cared enough to notice things like that. "I've been practicing, yeah." You smirked and he leaned in and kissed you again.

"Good. So fuckin' good. Now, g'na fuck you 'til you can't stand it. I'm gonna cum in that hot pussy and make you the sexiest ma on the face of the planet." He growled against your lips as he started to move inside you.

You lost track of time and your body just reacted to him. He was rough and tender. Everything you needed and more. The two of you singing this song of moans in unison sounded better than any of your favorite songs ever had. His grunts and growls filled the room, as he fucked you harder and harder, so too, did your moaning and muttering of how good he felt get louder.

"Kats ... gonna cum again. Pleasepleaseplease ... you gotta cum first! It w- oh god - it works better if you cum first ... I think! Hurry up!" You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him deeper into you. You could feel your walls tightening and pulsating around his cock and it was the most exquisite feeling.

"Bah, fuck, I'm close babe. Gonna fill you up so good. Fuck, gonna fill you up with my cum." He grabbed your legs and pushed them back so your knees were against your chest and your ankles were at his ears. He held onto the back of your legs and pounded into you with all the strength he had left in him.

"Yesyesyes! Katsuki! Cum in me!" You were on the edge of your orgasm and you couldn't hold it at bay any longer. You felt the hot wetness of his seed filling you up and you let yourself go, your pussy clenched around his cock.

He stayed inside you for a minute or two, panting and kissing your forehead. Droplets of sweat fell from his face to yours. It was disgustingly intimate. You had never felt closer to him. Physically or emotionally.

"I love you." He whispered, his breath warm against your skin.

"I love you." You whispered back.

And with that, he rolled off of you and snuggled up against your back, his hand resting on your stomach. The two of you fell asleep a short time later. Still happily tangled up in one another.

The next morning you awoke to Katsuki gently rolling his cock against your ass. You turned your head as best you could to see him, but when you managed to, you saw that he was still fast asleep. It didn't diminish the arousal that began to creep its way through your body, though.

You rolled over and kissed his face, whispering sweet nothings to him as you tried to wake him. "Kaaats, you wanna go again?" Running your hand down his chest and stomach, stopping about halfway down his happy trail, he opened his eyes slowly and gave you a half smile that looked so sexy on him.

"Mornin' babe. Wha' was I doin'?" He asked, looking down at his erection. "Ah. Was havin' a really ... really good dream 'bout you. Wan' me to show ya what we were doin'?" He flopped onto his back and pulled you on top of him so you were straddling his waist. "Y'so fuckin' wet already. Damn woman. You could put out a fire with that pussy. Hm-hm. Let's start one first though, yeah?" His hands dug into the plush of your hips and pushed/pulled you over him.

Your cunt wrapped so perfectly around him made him let out the most guttural of moans that caused you to clench around nothing. But he felt it and moaned again. It was becoming a vicious little cycle: He'd moan, your body would react, so on and so forth.

He pulled you up, grabbing underneath your ass and lifted you so you were hovering just over his cock. You rolled your head forward to look at him as you slid down, putting just the head inside of you.

"Don't be a fuckin' tease." He growled at you and tried to pull you down, his cock twitching at the denial of the possibility of complete envelopment. "Fucking hell, you're so bratty. Gonna make you pay for this," he laughed.

"Sorry, can't hear you over how good just the head of your cock feels while I'm bouncin' on it." You smirked at him as you wiggled your hips side to side.

He reached up and grabbed your neck, pulling you down to him as he thrust up into you. "I said, don't be a fucking tease," he hissed out through a clenched jaw.

You felt your eyes roll back and your body tense up as he filled you completely. It was almost too much to handle. "Katsu ... ki ... ah, fu-ughh, fuck! Don't stop!" You couldn't hold on anymore. You ground your hips against him as you came, your pussy fluttering and gripping his cock so tightly he couldn't help but follow you over the edge.

All of a sudden, you stopped riding out the last waves of your orgasm. Sitting on top of him still, you put your hand over your forehead and you looked down at him with a vacant look in your eyes. "Umm ..." you shook your head when he asked if you were ok. "Hm-mm." He helped you off of him and all but dragged your post-o, jellied, naked body to the bathroom and sat you on the edge of the bathtub.

"Y'fuckin' sick'er somethin', babe? Got the flu? What the hell's goin' on?" His brows furrowed and he scowled at you. You knew it was out of concern, not frustration.

You shook your head, trying to compose yourself after something so poorly timed. Hating yourself for doing this right now. Right after such an intimate moment. While he was standing there, staring at you, riding out your dizziness. Naked. "Don't know … fuck, So dizzy though.” 

He squatted down next to you and held your hair up off the back of your neck with his right hand and fanned your back with his left. "'M not fuckin' leavin' you. Not for fuckin' nothin'. Y'fuckin' hear me? Better or worse. Sickness and health and all that other shit. Just shut up and feel better. 'L be right here for ya."

The amount of tears and snot that left your face was disgusting. You'd never had such floodgates open like this before. Crying like that and the snot running from your nose. You were an actual mess. But he stood by you through all of it.

"Hey, babe ... d'ya ... ah shit. D'ya think yer pregnant?" Katsuki asked as you stood from the floor, moving slowly toward the sink to wash your face off. The sparkle in his eyes was undeniable. And it killed you that you had to tell him you weren't.

You leaned over the sink, your face in your hands, and started crying. "I ... oh, Kats. I'm ... I'm not. I took a test a couple of days ago. I didn't w-", his hands on your back silenced you. They were, to date, the most important hands in the world to you. They were strong. They were soft and warm and they are all encompassing. If there were any kind of god, you would live out the rest of your days under his hands.

"Why didn't you tell me? I don't want you carryin’ this all by yourself, y/n. What we don't succeed in doing together, we share the hardships and overcome that ... together. I'm so sorry, babe. I'm sorry I was gone for so long. I shouldn'ta left ya for so long." He spoke to you so quietly. Like his words would be the thing that finally throws you over the edge. The thing that finally breaks you.

"Maybe I ate something." You ran your forearm across your dry lips and hobbled back to the bed to bury yourself in the blankets. "I'm sorry, Kats. I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I won't do that again, promise." He walked over to you and sat down on the edge and brushed the hair from your face.

"G'na get you some 7-up 'n a cold washcloth. Be right back, babe." You watched him walk out of the bedroom and turn down the hallway. His butt jiggling ever so slightly. It made you smile. And it made you feel something else.

"The hell ...?" You sat up in bed and realized that you were horny. Again. Katsuki came back a minute later with what he promised you. Something to drink and a cold, wet cloth for you to put on your face. Smiling as he handed you this stuff, you pulled him in close to you and kissed him on the cheek all the way down to his neck.

"Oh, babe. Yer jus' so ... hah. No matter what. Even with your hair matted to your face and your eyes puffy and red. I love you." He leaned over and kissed your forehead.

"Don't say it." You smiled at him. It was almost like you knew what he was going to say. And you couldn't bear to hear it. Not right now. You had no idea where you two stood in that department. You weren't ready to admit that to each other. Not yet. Not right now.

He smiled back and laid down next to you, spooning you from behind. He ran his hand along your waist and stomach, over and over. It was relaxing. And it was a little bit arousing, but you managed to keep yourself at bay. You had just been seriously dizzy, after all.

"I'm sorry, Kats. I'm sorry I can't give us the baby we want. I'm sorry I'm so fucking broken." You choked on your words as tears started to well in your eyes. "I'm so sorry."

He shifted behind you and held you tighter. "Babe, you're not broken. 'Sides, who says it ain't me? Maybe we should make a doctors appointment, yeah? Get my count tested and all that shit. Whatcha say?"

You sniffed and wiped your face with the washcloth. It felt good against your hot face. "You - Kats, you'd do that? You'd have your sperm count checked?" Rolling over to face him, you took his face in your hands and held it there while the two of you just stared at each other.

"Fuckin' never said I wouldn't! Course I will. 'F we ever wanna get to the bottom of this, we hafta explore every possibility, right?" He ran a rough finger along your cheek to collect the freshly fallen tears and wipe them on the sheets. You made an ick face at him and he told you to pipe down, they need to be changed anyway after the night you two just had on them.

A couple of weeks past and he had his appointment with the fertility specialist where they ran a count on Kats. They called and said his sperm was 'abnormally high and active'. Their exact words were, "We have never seen anything like it in our careers." He didn't shut up about it for 3 days.

This left you in a fog. Surely, you were the reason you two couldn't conceive. It made you feel like absolute shit. No matter what he said to you, it didn't lift the guilt you were trying to carry all on your own. You thought he shouldn't have to hurt when he wasn't the problem. This complex was exhausting you and you could feel yourself slipping deeper into sadness.

You went to the clinic at the end of the day that Friday, the last appointment they had for the week. They drew your blood and told you they would be in touch on Monday or Tuesday about the next step after they had a chance to evaluate the sample for any obvious discrepancies.

It was Saturday morning and you were both sitting on the back porch eating breakfast when your phone rang. "It's the clinic, Kats. You answer. I don't want to talk to them. They probably found a plastic bag where my uterus is supposed to be." You pushed your phone across the little glass tabletop and got up, carrying the dishes into the kitchen to wash them off.

"Yeah babe, on it. Hello? N-no. You're trying to reach Bakugou? Well, shit. Yeah. That's me, I mean ... I'm her husband, Katsuki. Yes! The man with incredible sperm!" He laughed, you cringed. "Wait, what? No, that's not ... I mean ...," his voice got quiet and he got up, walking across the yard to mess with a fence piece.

You watched him out there fiddle with the broken wooden slat and felt your heart breaking into even smaller pieces. "Fuck." You whispered, looking down at the tiny bubbles popping on the soaking dishes. A tear dripped from your chin and landed on your chest, darkening a spot on your gray Dynamight shirt.

Katsuki came walking into the kitchen and came over to you, putting his hands on your shoulders, he turned you to face him. "Hey, ma?" Getting down on his knees, he put his hands on your waist and smooshed his face into your tummy. "Ma?"

"Are you having a fucking stroke or something? What are you doing, dumbass?" You wiped your chin and huffed out a short, insincere laugh. "Kats, what did - what'd they say. Is it me? Am I ..."

"Yes, babe. It's you. It's you … and the little grenade you're carrying. You're ... we're ... having a baby, y/n. You're fuckin' pregnant." He beamed up at you, tears in his wide eyes. 

"It's you, babe. You and me. And … and … and a little us in you. We did it, y/n. We're gonna have a family!"

You covered your mouth with your hands and cried. Not just a few tears, but a full-on ugly cry. You were going to be a mom. Katsuki was going to be a dad. And this was just the beginning of your lives as a family.

"I'm sorry I didn't believe in us. I'm sorry I let myself think for a second that it wouldn't be us. Us. Just us. I'm so happy it's us." You bent over and kissed his forehead. He stood and wrapped you in his arms and you both just stood there letting this new beautiful reality sink in.

The future was yours and yours alone … well, and Kats’ and the babies, of course.

[astra-nomy]

ASTRA'S BEST ADVICE: a long post (summary at the bottom)

THE BEST ADVICE I CAN OFFER:

Stop learning and start applying. I cannot tell you how many months I spent scrolling through LOA websites and blogs, searching for that magical bit of advice that would everything suddenly click into place. Spoiler: you won't find it outside of yourself. There is no catch-all tidbit that will make everything fall into place for you. You have to persist. You have to affirm. You have to simplify the process for yourself. Find that magic inside of yourself. Have fun little conversations with your subconscious, identify your fears, and confront them head-on. It'll make you feel way better, and your manifestations will come way quicker. So start applying! Get off of tumblr and google and wherever the hell else and get out there! If you spend forever in the learning phase, you won't get to the doing (or teaching!) phase. You have to take what you know and apply it. You've studied for the test all you can, and now you're going to rock it! Take the test, pass with flying colors, and live your dream life. That's all up to you, babes.

Also! Simplify the hell out of whatever you're trying to do. For me, manifesting an SP was my Everest. I would affirm and persist and think about him from the perspective of already having what I want, but there would be no movement in the 3d. I was frustrated and angry and I couldn't possibly understand what I was doing wrong. Then, one day I decided to manifest something small: a turtle. As I was driving to school, I told myself that today, I would see a turtle somewhere. I didn't care if it was real or fake, a photo or a video, hell I probably would've taken a turtle sticker as my desire. I went through my first few classes and kinda forgot about it. I affirmed whenever I thought about it, but that was all. Right after first period, I went to meet with my advisory, and there was a turtle on the screen. The teacher in the class beforehand had been playing music for his class, and there was a turtle in the music video. When I tell you I stopped in my tracks and got full body chills, I mean it. The next day I manifested a red balloon. And then a purple jacket. I was on a roll, man. But every time I would try to manifest my SP, there would be absolutely no movement. I was overcomplicating the helllllll out of it. It took me forever to realize it, but manifesting an SP is the same as manifesting that turtle. I needed to stop treating this like it was the biggest thing ever. There aren't levels of hardness when it comes to manifesting. Manifesting a pebble is the same as manifesting an SP or your desired face. The only thing that changes during the process is how you feel about them. So I stopped being frustrated. I stopped playing the victim. I stopped being in a state of lack. I affirmed for my SP just as I had done the turtle. And guess what? Your girl's taken. And he's everything I ever could've dreamed of. Maybe even a little better.

As for shifting! You have to realize that you are in control. Stop hoping to shift, or acting like some divine intervention has to swoop in to let you shift. You are in control. You decide when and where you shift. It's as simple as that. I, at one point, was in a circle of try to shift - wake up in your CR - get upset. It was awful, and completely unnecessary. You have to realize that all the power is in your hands.

If you're where I was and you're kind of stuck in a "I don't think I can do this" mindset, and the idea of completely reversing that sound really daunting, you don't have to do that. Simply think of your favorite shifter, or just any person who has successfully shifted. Now I want you to adopt the mindset that "If they can do it, so can I." There is nothing about your mind that is different from that shifter. Whatever they can do, you can do it just as well. You have to realize that shifting is a different journey to the same end goal - but the end goal is the same. Everyone just has different ways of getting there. You can do it because other people have done it. Don't be envious or jealous of them, use it as fuel. If they can do it, so can I.

Lastly, don't restart every day. Let me explain: one day you decide you want to manifest your desired appearance, so you affirm and you visualize and you do whatever method (if any) that makes you happy. You wake up the next morning, see no change, and decide that today you're going to "start over." Please. For the love of God. Don't do that. If you wake up with a new attitude every day, you will run in circles. If you see something you don't like in the 3d, no you didn't. Affirm, and most importantly, persist. Know what you want is already yours. Don't let go of that first decision to manifest. Keep that fire going. Let it burn until you're living the life you deserve.

TOO LONG, DIDN'T READ: A SUMMARY

✮ Stop learning and start applying. get off of tumblr and go manifest. There is no one magical bit of information on the internet that will make everything click into place. You've got to find that magic in yourself. You've studied hard for the test babe, so go ace it.

✮ Simplify the hell out of whatever you're trying to manifest. Manifesting a pebble is the same as manifesting an SP or your desired face. The only thing that changes is how you feel. So why make things harder on yourself?

✮ Know that you are in control. Always. You are the one who decides when you shift. No divine figure has to do anything for you. You hold the power. Rest easy in that knowledge and decide. Shifting is as simple as blinking an eye and being somewhere else. But only if you believe it is.

✮ Adopt a "If they can do it, so can I" mindset. Don't waste your time trying to fabricate an entirely new mindset that you only half-believe in. Instead, think about your favorite shifter. Think about how easy shifting is for them. Now remind yourself: "If they can do it, so can I." And live that.

✮ Don't restart your progress every day. Persist. Don't wake up every morning and decide to "restart." If you see what you don't like in the 3d, affirm against what you see. Be delusional (trust me, it's fun). And, most importantly, persist! Don't be a manifesting goddess one day and the victim the next. Live that power. Live it until you see it.

CONCLUSION

Alright my little stars, that's it! This is the best advice I can offer you. Little baby shifter/manifestor me could've really used this information. No one explicitly told me any of this, I had to discover it myself. But really, that's what made it all the more valuable to me. I hope this helped you, and feel free to let me know if it did! My submissions, asks, and inbox are open! Have a lovely day stars <3