#i want to be a fly on the wall for all of it

[captain-huggy-bear]

The Jello Incident

Pairing: Quinn Hughes x Fem!Reader

Warnings: N/A

Summary: You come home from work and tell Quinn all about the jello incident at school and then fall asleep on him.

Notes: For the sake of my American audience I have changed Jelly to Jello...um, life imitates art or something like that?

Honestly this is a silly little fluffy fic because sometimes life throws you events that inspire you and sometimes (all the time) you just want to write cute shit.

Totally happy to take requests/ideas/prompts at the moment in my ask box :)

Writing Masterlist

The only thing you want as you trail in from a long day of teaching is to take your shoes off and curl up on the couch next to your boyfriend. It's why you're so quick to drop your bag at the front door, very little consideration for the work laptop inside or your water bottle that gives a loud clank. You're practically kicking your shoes off half way down the hallway, one kicked off so hard it goes flying and hits the wall beside Quinn's stupid painting of a monkey with headphones on, before making your way to the couch where Quinn is watching a hockey game, what looks to be a rerun of his most recent game actually. Probably trying to figure out what went wrong and what went right.

"Hey, baby," He greets you as you press a kiss to the top of his hair on your way past the back of the couch, smiling at the familiar gesture, arms already open and ready for you to join him, the game far less interesting than you and your day. Especially after the third run through of it. He's watched it so many times he's not even sure he's comprehending what's happening anymore.

"Hi..." you sigh out, flopping down on top of Quinn on the couch, face pressing into the crook of his neck as his arms come to wrap around you, running over your back in soothing motions.

"Rough day?" He huffs out a laugh as you almost crush him into the couch, not that he'd ever complain about having you on top of him. An ideal way to die to be honest, being smothered by his girlfriend. At least he'd die happy.

"Nggghh," You groan out into his neck, wondering how on earth you were going to explain your day because, "There was a jello incident..." You lift your head to look at him and Quinn's look of confusion, one brow raised, green eyes a little wide says it all. It's how you felt at walking in to the situation itself. Baffled. How does one even begin to explain a jello incident, how on earth did you even get involved in a jello incident when you taught teenagers not toddlers...

"A...a jello incident?"

"Yeah...." You press your cheek against his chest, settling in to recount your day, "There was a sub next door and...I heard him screaming at the kids, so obviously I decided to go make sure everything was okay..." A stupid decision really...you should have remembered the age old adage of 'not my circus, not my monkeys' it would have saved you a ridiculous amount of stress.

"And jello factors into this how?" Quinn twists one of his legs with yours, locking you closer against him as his fingers start to scratch over your scalp in a soothing pattern.

"Would you believe me if I told you the grade 7s had decided to throw pots of jello at each other in Religious Studies? And some of it hit the sub...and I had to take 3 kids into my room as punishment and..." You can't help the way you snort and the thought of it because...fuck, it's ridiculous.

"And?"

"And one of them was sat there with jello on his shoulder the entire time!" You can still picture it, a 12 year old sat with bright pink jello blobs wobbling on his shoulder and cheek because he hadn't bothered to clear it up, proof of his guilt physically on him.

"And you didn't laugh?"

"No, I didn't laugh!" You laugh along with Quinn, mouth pressed into his hoodie while you look up at him from where you're lying on his chest. His own laugh has you bouncing slightly as his chest rises and falls and it doesn't help you to try to take the situation seriously.

"I'd have laughed, baby, sorry."

"That's why you're not a teacher, Quinn..." You roll your eyes even though you know he'd actually make an excellent teacher if he ever decided hockey wasn't for him anymore. He had the patience for it, the calm temperament and steadfast approach.

"Hey! I'd be a great teacher...maybe..."

"Keep telling yourself that." You sigh out, letting the silence fall over the two of you, just enjoying the sound of his heart beating steadily beneath your ear, the feel of his fingers running through your hair, trimmed nails scraping across your scalp and the back of your neck.

You hum as your eyes start to close, feeling like you might fall asleep right there like that with Quinn's warmth against you, the sound of a hockey game playing in the background, Shortie singing Quinn's praises again.

"You wanna watch a movie and cuddle?" He mumbles into your hair, snuggling you closer to him as he reaches for the remote.

"I might fall asleep, the jello incident has me wiped.." your eyes are barely open, feeling like you might drop off at any moment. Not helped by how warm Quinn is, how utterly comfortable it is to lie on him like this.

"That's okay, baby, you can fall asleep on me. I don't mind." He huffs out a laugh, watching the way your eyes blink open as if you're shocking yourself awake every few seconds. You're adorable as you try your best to refuse to nod off, determined to stay awake for Quinn.

"You sure?" You lift your head again with some effort, taking in the soft smile Quinn sends your way, the genuine affection in his eyes.

"Certain, baby..." You plop your head back down on his chest at the reassurance, snuggling closer and letting your eyes close properly this time, "Dune Part 1?"

"Dune Part 1." You mumble even though you both know you're going to be asleep in less than half an hour.

If he's being honest there are few things Quinn likes more than you falling asleep on him or around him. There's something about it, the complete display of trust and comfort, that you're so comfortable around him that you can just fall straight asleep, that fills him with a sense of masculine pride. It's what has him reaching for the blanket on the back of the couch, pulling it over your back so you don't get cold. It's what has him slipping his hand under your shirt, tracing small circles into the warmth of your skin, the sort of circles that always help you drift off. It's what has him keeping the volume of the movie low because he's not really watching it anyway, he's watching you.

He spends most of the movie just watching the way you breathe against him, slow and even, so deeply asleep that you start to drool a little on him. He knows you'd hate him to see that, but he finds it adorable, a compliment really that you can sleep that deeply around him.

Every now and then you shuffle and twist in your sleep, strands of hair falling into your face and each time he pushes them out of the way, tucking them behind your ears so that they don't annoy you in your sleep.

He wants this, he thinks, for the rest of his life. You coming home from a mad day of teaching, some ridiculous story on your lips, him holding you close while you drift off, being the comfort, the safety you deserve at the end of a long day. Maybe eventually a couple of kids, tucked in besides you, him shushing them so that mommy doesn't wake up. Maybe a dog, or a cat, you always said you wanted a cat...

Yeah, he thinks this might be the sort of normal that he wants for the rest of his life.

[whereserpentswalk]

I want to know what it’s like to die without actually dying.

I want to know what it’s like to be a robot. Know how it feels to have a hard steel chassis instead of flesh. Know how it feels to have wires inside me instead of nerves. Know what its like to have no lungs or heart. Know what its like to computers inside of me, and know what it’s like to have fans constantly cooling them. Know how it feels to unscrew parts of myself and screw on other parts in it’s place. To be modular in a way that only mechanical things are modular.

I want to know what it’s like to be a dragon. To fly despite being the size of a whale. To feel bullets bounce off of my body. To feel fire spilling out of my lungs and not burn at all. Feel what it’s like to bite a tower in half. Feel what it’s like to look over humanity knowing that none of them are able to hurt me. Know how it feels to have wings, and scales, and fangs, and know what it’s like to fly into space and then dive into the ocean.

I want to know what it’s like to be a spirit. To go somewhere merely by deciding that I will be there. To choose exactly what my form looks like to mortals. To pass through solids as if they were made of gas, as if they were made of mere vacuum. To not take up any space. To not need to eat, or breath, or sleep. To not be effected by the physical at all. To be free from all my mortal bounds, and to know that nothing can hurt me. I want to know what it’s like to possess someone.

I want to kill the president. And walk away from it. And have people see me on campus and casually know me as the person who killed the president.

I want to know what it’s like to be in space. To be so far away from anyone. To know a steel wall is what keeps me safe from a vast expanse of void, of a void that will kill me. And I want to come back to earth, and see all the people walking around and going about their lives. And I want to be changed by having been to space. I don’t know how I’ll be changed yet because I haven’t been to space. But I’ll be changed. I’m sure I’ll be changed.

I want to kiss a girl from a dying world. To see her walking among the ruins. And to hug her and pet her hair knowing it will all be gone soon. And to tell her it’s ok as we walk along the beach of a poison sea. And I’ll go back to my world. And I’ll tell her to come with me. Because of course I’ll tell her to come with me. But she’ll say no. That she has to be here. But that I have to go. That I have a future somewhere else. And she’ll tell me that I made her fate better by being there. And we’ll never see each other again.

I want to die on the sun. But not on impact.

I want to be able to talk to animals. I want to debate politics with an octopus. I want to know what elephants think of religion. I want to explain mathematics to a python. I want to tell my cat how much he matters to me, and I want him to be able to understand. I hope he understands.

I want to go to the afterlife just to talk to people. To chat with Ned Kelly, and Joan of Arc, and Diogenes, Jon Brown. I want to tell an ancestor from hundreds of years ago how my life is going. I want check in on all the fish my family had to flush down the toilet to make sure they forgive me.

I want more people to have the empathy for humans that they have for dogs.

I want the president to know what it’s like to die in a drone strike. And for a ceo to know what it feels like to work in a cobalt mine as a child. And for the mayor to know what it’s like to spend your birthday in jail. And for the pope to know what it’s like to be disowned as a fifteen year old. And for the richest among us to be buried in unmarked graves.

I want the earth to be infinite and flat so that we could explore it forever. Not to conquer, but just to find out more about humanity.

I want to see what a peaceful first contact looks like.

I want everyone to know that the world can be saved.

I want to see what humanity does after the revolution.

I want this story to have a happy ending.

[sosa2imagines]

Ooo I just thought about this idea!!

Can I please request a Nick Fowler x fem!civilian reader where she’s at the wrong place at the wrong time and witnesses a crime that him and his men are committing and they take her hostage and originally plan to get rid of her because she’s seen too much and honestly his men are completely ready to follow through (they’re the ones who found her), but in her fear/nervousness she can’t help the sarcastic jokes and rambling that keep flying out of her mouth, to the point where honestly Nick is so amused by her and thinks she’s hilarious, and the two of them have clear chemistry and flirtation that neither can deny, so he decides to spare her and instead offer a deal (similar to the one he gave Mace, just without the spy stuff), asking her to join him and be with him (and unlike Mace, she happily agrees) *Cue Nick spoiling Y/n, giving her a life of luxury,and them falling In love🤧*

Sorry this took time, but I do hope it was worth the wait and you like it. Warning- Goons, metion of a body(nothing graphic or in details), fluff.

It had been a long day at work for you, and all you wanted was a night of comfort and relaxation. You picked up a bottle of water and a snack from a convenience store, and put on your earbuds, tuning out the world around you as you made your way to the registers to pay.

As you were leaving, you glanced down the alleyway towards the nearest exit.

The sound of someone grunting and moaning caught your attention. You hadn’t expected to step out into an alleyway crime scene. If only you had turned on your ear buds, you could have totally ignored this. But no!

So here you are.

The warehouse was dimly lit, and you could faintly hear the hum of the streetlights outside. The air was filled with the stench of gas and something else that smelled far worse. You had taken a step when you noticed five men, heavily armed and dressed in dark clothes. Their expressions were cold and devoid of any hint of mercy, and one of the men was dragging an unconscious body towards a black SUV.

You didn’t mean to gasp, but you did. And that was all it took.

A rough hand clamped over your mouth, stifling any scream that was trying to escape your lips. Before you could make a sound, a man with cold, lethal eyes and a face that looked like a skull of bones pushed you up against a hard wall. You found yourself staring at him.

“What do we do with her?” One of the men hissed out.

“She saw too much!” another man growled.

The rational part of your brain was telling you to stay silent, but the fear you were feeling sent your mouth to speak out of instinct.

“Oh great,” you blurted out, the sarcastic words spewing from your lips like a torrent. “Yeah, totally fine. You guys go ahead. I'll just, you know, erase this from my memory using tazer... Pjust zap me…maybe? oh wait, you don't have that, do you? Fantastic!”

Silence.

“Great, I’m going to die! They are not even good looking.” You thought to yourself.

The men looked at each other, a few seemed ready to shoot you to shut you up, while one man was rummaging around in his jacket to pull out his weapon. A voice cut through the tense atmosphere like a knife. It was deep, smooth, and held a hint of amusement.

“Hold on.”

Nick Fowler.

You knew nothing about Nick, just whispers, rumors. Everyone knew he was a dangerous man, someone to be avoided. His reputation was enough to make even the most hardened criminals shiver.

And yet, as he stood there, head tilted slightly, he couldn't help but find amusement in your situation. He seemed almost entertained by the fact that you had seen him in such an exposed position.

“He’s hot!” You thought.

“What’s your name?” Nick asked.

“Uh…” Your brain short-circuited. “Y/n.”

Nick’s smirk turned into a low chuckle. “Cute.” He turned to his men. “Let her go.”

“What?” The one holding you looked confused. “Boss, she saw everything.”

Nick's dark eyes studied you closely, his expression unreadable. After a moment, he gave a slight shrug, as if he had just reached a conclusion. “Yeah, you heard right,” he replied, his voice low and smooth. “She’s definitely the most entertaining thing I have come across all week.”

You couldn't help but speak up, a small smirk on your face. “Damn, man,” you said, your voice dripping with sarcasm. “You really need to get out more.”

Nick chuckled with a low, rumbling sound deep in his chest. He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “Sweetheart,” he began, “tell me, what would you do if presented with a choice?”

You replied, your voice laced with a hint of curiosity. “A choice?”

His eyes narrowed as he continued. “You could disappear, vanish into thin air, never to be seen again... or you can choose an alternative.” His voice was laced with a dangerous tone as he issued the last option. “Be. Mine.”

You swallowed hard. The smart thing to do would be to run, to never look back. But the way he was looking at you, like you were something new, something he wanted, sent a thrill through you.

And really, what did you have to go back to?

You smiled, “Well, since you put it like that…”

“What could possibly go wrong? He’ll get bored of me and let me go…” You thought again.

Oh how wrong you were.

Nick Fowler was an enigma in more ways than one. One moment you were barely managing to pay rent, and the next, you found yourself draped in the silks of the wealthiest and wearing the most luxurious of clothes, sipping champagne with an impressive view outside the penthouse suite. You had everything a person could wish for...

Nick spoiled you like a king would spoil his favorite concubine. He showered you with gifts, made sure you wanted for nothing.

Nick was an intriguing man, and he quickly learned that you weren't one who could be bought off. The luxurious lifestyle, the opulent gifts, the lavish cars, none of it had the power to win you over, and he was determined to figure out what did.

He was clever, charismatic, and observant, and soon he discovered that it wasn't the gifts or material items that were drawing you to him.

You couldn't deny it, deep down. You had grown fond of Nick, and he wasn't the type of man you thought suited you. He listened intently, remembered details that other people would overlook, and challenged you, but never tried to control you.

The longer you spent time with him, the harder it became to resist the growing feelings of affection. His charisma and charm were only intensified further by his actions. It had taken time, and you had fallen for him despite your initial reservations.

And how had Nick Fowler, fallen for you?

You pushed his buttons without hesitation. Where even his loyal men, would not question him, you did it like he's your childhood friend. From questions about his life to his life choices. From his profession to personal life. You even did a little dance in secret when he said he's single. You even questioned him about his weapons.

Where Nick was more of a less speaker, you were a complete chatter box. And that stole his heart.

He was dangerous, sure, but with you, he was different. Protective. Teasing. Almost soft in a way you doubted anyone else ever got to see. And the chemistry between you? Electric. He challenged you, you challenged him, and somehow, in the chaos of it all, you fit.

“Regrets?” he asked one night, pulling you onto his lap as you lounged by the fireplace.

You smirked, twirling the expensive ring he’d slid onto your finger a few days ago. “Only that I didn’t say yes sooner.”

He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Good girl.”

And just like that, you realized you were exactly where you were meant to be.

With him.

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[holyhadesimweird]

a new life

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pairing : werewolf!kenpachi zaraki x fem!reader

summary : kenpachi finally meets his mate. this is going to be fun.

requested by : @toxictaicho

request/prompt : "Werewolf Kenpachi (human form)"

warnings : none, unless you count swearing

notes: i am FERAL for this man. i actually had no idea how to write for werewolves even though i LOVE reading about them 😭. i hope you enjoy this one :)

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as you walk along the path in the forest back to your cabin, you couldn't help but admire the moon. it was full, and bright. the moon was beautiful, an amazing silver colour that illuminated your short walk home.

hearing a branch snap, you whipped your head towards the sound, trying to see what could have produced it. as you tried to see what could've broken the branch, you heard the bushes rustling to your other side. you could feel your heart beginning to pound and were starting to feel uneasy. deciding to walk faster towards your home, you tried to focus on the path and nothing else.

that proved to be difficult when an alarmingly large wolf blocked your path.

it started to growl and bared its teeth which made you gasp and turn away from it. another wolf appear in front of you and you realized you were most likely surrounded with no escape from these wolves. not knowing what else to do, you shook your purse from your shoulder and held the strap in your hands, taking a defensive position to try and hit one of them if they came near you.

you started to walk backwards to try and somehow convince these wolves to let you go free. you continued to walk backwards until you bumped into a wall.

a wall that seemed to be breathing.

turning around, you came face to face with an alarmingly tall man with long wild black hair. opening your mouth to let out a scream of surprise and fear, the man covered your mouth with his hand and used his other arm to smash you against his chest to encourage you to continue walking with him without having to see the giants beasts that most likely wanted to kill you.

“you can back off now boys, she’s not one of them.” the man said, his voice deep and very nice.

turning, you watched as the wolves, all except for one, started to disappear into the woods surrounding this area. it wasn’t until the other wolves left that the remaining wolf sat and then… transformed? shifted? you honestly weren’t sure that the word was, but you watched with wide eyes as the wolf became a human with the sounds of cracking and crunching bones.

and then the world went black.

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you were lying down in what felt like your bed, but not wanting to open your eyes after that awful dream last, you stayed there for a moment.

"why the fuck did you think that shifting in front of her was a good idea ikkaku?!" you heard someone exclaim, causing your eyes to fly open.

"i don't know! i thought it was fine since you had already shifted!" you heard another voice exclaim.

you looked around to see that you were in fact in your bed, but the voices meant that people were in your house.

"oh hey! you're awake!" you heard a young girl exclaim. turning towards her, you saw a head of bright pink hair and black robes covering her.

this gained the attention of the men outside of the room, and your door swung open. the same man from last night with wild black hair stood in the doorway, blocking your view of anything happening behind him.

"yachiru, ikkaku, leave." the man ordered, prompting them to leave your room and the doorway, closing the door behind them. the man now leaned against the door, arms crossed, caging you in your own room.

you sat in your bed, staring up at the man who stared back at you.

"who are you people?" you asked, prompting him to let out a barking laugh.

"it's complicated, woman." was all he said.

"well i want to know, so start explaining or i'm going to start screaming." you threatened.

"...fine." he agreed, rolling his eyes. "we're werewolves."

"okay... i believe that considering i saw a wolf turn into a man last night." you said.

"ikkaku wasn't supposed to do that." he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"why are you in my home? why were you and the others circling me last night?"

"we're here because our leader, our captain, instructed us to hunt down a certain pack who is being a pain in our ass. we got a whiff of you and thought you were with them." he explained.

"and why didn't you kill me if you thought i was with them?" you asked.

"well, i think your smell is because you interacted with a couple of them. but we didn't kill you because you're my mate." he said, as if that explained everything.

"...your what?"

"at it's very basic form? it's a soulmate. but in our world it's a little more complicated and it means you have to come with us now."

"but i can't! i have a life here!" you exclaimed.

"it doesn't matter, now that the bond has snapped into place for me, any enemies i have will know that you're mine. they will hunt you down when they get the chance and they will kill you if they can." he held eye contact as he spoke bluntly. "look, it's not ideal. i know that. but fate has different plans for you and we need to get you back to the pack and in front of the commander to see what he can do about your... smell."

his words made your face drop in disbelief.

"you just said i stink. what the fuck." you said angrily.

"...that's what you're concerned about in this entire situation?" he questioned.

"well if there's nothing i can do about large wolves wanting to kill me, i can at least be concerned that i stink!" you exclaimed.

"woman, it's a different kind of sense to us wolves. it just means that everyone knows you're someone's mate and to not mess around with you. or to mess around with you if they recognize the scent, which they should."

"you want people to come after me?" you were in disbelief, this man was crazy.

he barked out a laugh. "i'd like to see them try! now that you're here, things are going to get fun. anyone who tries to touch you will wind up dead before they can even reach you. they'd be stupid to go after you."

his devotion was attractive. for a woman he met less than 24 hours ago, he seemed to be fiercely protective of you.

"...fine. i'll go with you." you agreed.

"yes! our captain has a mate!~" you heard who could only assume was ikkaku exclaim outside the door.

"ikkaku! yachiru! fuck off!" you heard scrambling from behind the door, prompting you to laugh.

"kenpachi zaraki, i'm the captain of the 11th division in our pack." he introduced himself, extending his hand to you.

"i'm (y/n)... and i guess i'm the 11th captain's mate." you took his hand and squeezed instead of shaking it.

your words caused a wolfish grin to form on his lips and he gave a chuckle.

"this is going to be fun."

[quilly72]

hey do you have any pain meds” Abigail questioned. Tiff looked over as she rummaged through her bag. The plane crushing at a cozy 35,000 ft. Tiffany rummaged through her bag.

“no… No… Not quite… Ummm. What about these.” She pulled out a shiny white box as she pulled out three shiny pink pills. “Their hormone pills I think pain relief is a side effect.”

“are you sure!?” “I don’t want any extra..”

“oh hush hush… I take them all the time… You’ll be fine.”

She pushed the pills in Abigail’s hands as she grabbed them.

Tiffany walked away as she attended to the passengers.

Abigail surveyed the pills as they melted in her hands. She shrugged her shoulders and popped them all in at once. Their sweet taste fizzling in her mouth as she got up to go help Tiff.

1 hour later Abigail grunted. Her shirt constraining her as she tucked it back in. “Stupid shirt.. must of shrunk in the wash.”“oh and. By the way your pills did nothing my headache is still throbbing.”

“well maybe you just have a high tolerance… Maybe you should take a bit more.”

“Tiffany I don’t want to od on the clock.

"Abigail your such a goody two shoes… I’m not dead yet… Youll be fine.”

She handed the poured the pills out as Abigail cupped her hands. Several of them flying out. She counted them 5.. 6… 7! I hope that’s not too much. She popped them back her head throbbing as she winced. Their sweet taste hitting her. Her body hitting a wave of vertigo as she stumbled in her heels. She grabbed the chair in front of her as she stood back up. “I’m just not with it today”

She took a deep breath in as she tucked her shirt back in. Her button pulling taught against her body. She winced and turned around with a forced smile as she went back into the cabin.

It was half an hour later Abigail was attending a passenger. Her headache finally gone just like Tiff said it would be although she just felt off. “So what can I help you with toda…” Her voice trailed as she winced her shirt untucked again as her heels pinched her feet.

Abigail reached down to tuck her shirt back when she saw two mounds blocking her view. Her petite a cups noticeably having swollen. Her hair brushing down past her chest from it previous shoulder height. “I’m sorry… I just got distracted what do you neeeeeD.!”

Abby yelped as her heels pinched her again her toes curling in her shoes as they pressed up against the heels. Her shirt raised up as her boobs stretched out to d cups. Her buttons being pulled taught as boob windows appeared. The passenger stared at the show as she winced again. Her knees shook as her skirt inched up. Her thighs revealing how her leggings were now running.

Abby reached down to pull her skirt down as she waddled back up to the front.

“Tiff… Tiffany.. TIFFANY.. they you are ”

“look at what you’ve done… Look at me ”

Tiffany turned around as she stared wide eyed. “Where’d did those come from” as she pointed at Abby’s bust.

“the pills you gave me I think… They did this… I mean I think I’m getting larger.

Tiffany sized her up. "No I think you’re just swelling youl be fine.”

Abby grabbed Tiff as she pulled her close they stood next to the door side to side. Abby bent her knees and braced against the wall as another wave of vertigo hit her. A couple seams busting as her feet screamed in pain

“look I’m just as tall as you”

Tiff stared “yeah but your wearing those high heels”

Abby yelped as she hit another wave of vertigo. Her heels snapping off as her feet burst through. Her head not dropping an inch as her mini skirt barely covered her. Her leggings poking out as they ran down her legs. Her shirt popped a button at her bust as it hit Tiffany.

Tiffany fell back as she rubbed her eye and looked at her friend wide eyed and mouth open. “Those pills did that”

Abby over her Bs smiled sarcastically.. “what else would do it TIFF.”

Abby stumbled as her vertigo hit her again. Her skirt popped a seam as her butt poked out the bottom. Her leggings torn to shreds as they clung to her. Another button flying off as she leaned back against the wall. Her knees trembling against her growing weight.

Her vision sawyed and distorted as she struggled to get used to her new height. How tall was she 5'6 5'8 probably. She looked over at Tiff still on the ground staring. “Do something!”

Tiff shot up as she went to the phone. “Due to an unexpected emergency we ask for everyone to remain seated. She then radioed the cockpit” I’m we have a medical emergency back here… We need to land asap"

Abby felt another wave hit her. Her face clenched shut as she shuddered upwards. Her boobs flew out revealing her strained bra. Her straps digging into her skin as it turned red. Her skirt held on by a few father’s as her thighs bursted outward faster than before. Her leggings falling to the floor at her feet.

She took deep breaths as she trembled faster and faster with cold shivers. Her back slithering against the cold wall as her shirt ripped in the back gripping her shoulders as it barely managed to stay a crop top. Her belly exposed.

Tiff radioed again. “We have a medical emergency we need to land now.” The pilots radioed back"alright what kind of medical emergency.“

Tiff looked back at her 6 ft friend smiling. ” Uh an unexpected… Growth spurt?“

Abby rolled her eyes as she clutched her body. "We just need to land now”

The pilots radioed across the entire plane. “Everyone please buckle up we will be making a quick emergency landing. The plane immediately descending towards the nearest airport.

Tiff raced back to her friend to watch her stutter. Abby shaking as she grew again

Her shirt tearing off her body. Her boobs bulging over the cups as they shook and jumped. Her thighs pressed firm against each other as her skirt flew to the ground. Her panties nearly see through as Tiffany pried her eyes away. Abby surged a foot at once as she struggled to breathe. "Bra too tight…”

“just hold it in a bit longer… Let me find those pills Tiff radioed how long till landing ” 10 minutes she heard back

Tiff rummaged through her bag as she peaked through the curtain several concerned passengers everywhere. She pulled the box over as she read over the pamphlet. “Yeah so 5 is the max.. ” she turned.

Abby grunted and shrieked

Her bra flying off and hitting Tiff in the face as her parties tore into the floor. Abby grew to 8 ft tall her hair brushing the ceiling as she bent forward. Her ass pressing against the wall as she leaned. Her feet stretched across the floor as her toes wrinkled and lifted. Tiff stared at her friend and back at the pills.

She couldn’t help but notice her friends massive butt nearly denting the wall in. Her long hair brushing the ceiling and her body. Mostly she was entranced by Abby’s boobs swaying back and forth as they surged out every breath they heaved upwards as they cover most of Abby’s chest. What were they g cups maybe even h cups now. I doubt they had a band size big enough.

Abby shuddered and moaned. She fell to her knees as the plane shook. The pilots writing it off as turbulence. “5 minutes till landing everyone stay in your seats.”

As she fell to her knees she grew again. She was taller than Tiff on her knees still. Her feet lunged back wards as her toes tickled the plane walls. Her head surged up as she reached her hands down to balance herself. Tiff stood mouth agape as she tossed an unknown amount of pills into her mouth.

“what was that.. did you just seriously.”

“how many did you take…”

Tiff didn’t answer as she smirked

“you looked like you were having so much fun.”

“imma crush you between my tits before you ever eveeeEEk”

Abby surged again 3 minutes. Her head bumping and the denting the ceiling as she fell forward. She rubbed her head as she grunted.

Tiff shot the rest of the box back as she fell to her ass. Vertigo causing her to nearly black out. “Nooo why would you do that!”

Abby leaned over Tiff as she made sure she was still breathing.

She surged again. She fell to her haunches as her head brushed the ceiling again. Her arms fell down putting her on all 4s her back and ass pressing the walls out testing their strength. Her feet were swallowed by her growing booty as they disappeared under her. Abby watched her boobs fall to either side of Tiff as she stared down. Tiff safely tucked in her cleavage as she grew around her. Her head bent down as the cylindrical ceiling wrapped downward. Her body running out of room. Her thighs and butt already pushing the curtain out as she threatened to reveal herself to the passengers who were more than curious as to why there flight attendant was shrieking.

Abby muttered as she felt her body tense again. “No I can’t grow I can’t keep growing” she squeeled.

“please no no NO. NOOOOO”

Her face contorted as she bent forward her foot popping off into the aisle as they passengers creamed being pushed to the ground"SORRY!“

They heard from the front as her legs spasmed knocking everyone in the way to the floor. She bent at the hips as she forced her legs down the aisle her body twisting as she managed to find more room as eeeek.

Abby shrieked again. Her head and neck bracing against the wall as her body bent trough the aisles more. Her belly now bending through the doorway as it squeezed through. Her skin bending at the door frame. Her legs shot further out into the cabin 1 minute.

The passengers ran to the back as Abby groaned and strained. Her boobs bulged so much her back pressed into the ceiling to make more room from their sheer size.

Abby focused on breathing as her vision blurred again. The entire plane shaking with her. The door frame busted as her ribcage forced it was though. Her chest and head barely fitting in the flight attendant cabin. Her hips and thighs pressed against the walls as her legs flailed knocking passenger after passenger. Her feet squirming in aisles and aisles of broken chairs. The muffled screams echoing through the plane.

Abbylay wide eyed as her cleavage bulged nearly reaching her chin. Tiffany nearly swallowed by it’s mass as she heard a seam tear.

Abby was confused she was butt naked how could more seams be tearing…

She peered down into her cleavage. A bulging Tiffany waking up from her self induced coma as her chest strained against her shirt. Tiff stared back up at Abby as she realized just how big Abby had gotten.

"I thought you stopped growing ”

Apparently not" she grunted. Abby grimaced as another wave tried to force itself on her. She held it back as she grunted her face clenching.

Tiffs face washed with panic as she realized her mistake “no I don’t want to be that biiiOg”

Tiff soared upward to eight feet. Her clothes tearing oof as she bulged outward. She planted herself in Abby’s cleavage as she grew out. Her bottom half disappearing into Abby as she stretched against the floor. Staring Abby in the eye.

Abby struggled hard as the tires mer the ground. Her toes clenched as her knees shook and thighs clamped shut. Her face wracked with pain as she moaned. “Can’t hold itt.. I’m sorry.”

Abby shrieked. Her vision turning black as she barely managed to stay awake. Her arm was the first to bust through the walls. Her other arm bursting down the plane. Next two feet burst out the tail as the onlookers watched an arm and legs strectch out of the plane. Her back cracked the ceiling as the cold air rushed in. The cockpit walls bent inward as Abby’s head pushed up against it. Her neck bending to not snap it. Another surge washed over her as her butt snapped the plane in half. The cameras flipping on as her shoulders bursted the plane open.

The plane falling to hundreds of pieces as she fell to the ground. The rubble disappearing under her. Abby tried to stand as vertigo hit her again. She fell to all 4s as she strectched against the tarmac. She struggled to breathe as she rose to 40… 50… 75 ft. Abby reached into her cleavage to find a much bigger Tiffany grunting and shrieking. Her tits muffling the sounds as she grew inside.

Abby looked out at the airport as another wave hit her. Her face surging towards the building as she towered over it. Her boobs threatening to burst the windows with one swing. Abby smirked awkwardly as she waved"hi mom".

[elshe]

I’m going to hop on the “what if Hiccstrid had Zephyr during rtte” bandwagon, and shamelessly contribute to what has caused my devastating brainrot these past few weeks, cause it’s just. so. good.

Can you imagine all the reactions and conflicts?!??

Not to mention the SCANDAL jk😩

my bebe boy Snotlout takes any opportunity to tease Hiccup about it, because, really, it is sooo funny.

might write a whole fic on it fr fr

That Hiccup angst is just— mmm… *chefs kiss* 🤌🏻

[virsancte]

as the clock strikes twelve 👀

look at how gorgeous angel looks with this hair!!!!! I LOVE THEM SO MUCH RAHH when i grabbed them into cas i legit teared up over how pretty they are. they're everything to me;-;

[chasedeys]

https://www.tumblr.com/chasedeys/76838058816408780

Sweet boy isn’t use to Joe even SLIGHTLY raise his voice or having a tone with him lmao so much that he vividly recalled the one time he did “ scream”😭💀

😭 joe probably didn't scream like idk it was probably like when he was yelling loud about that bug in his mouth but more serious idk. but ja'marr, babyyyy ja'marr who was like 19?? a sophomore!! who was still learning how to navigate life while being in such a spotlight!! probably had some reservations on how he interacts with joe the first few years of being together yk?? i've never actually watched their lsu games lmao just compilations of their highlights but the screenshots of joe's faceee during the ole miss game and the recounts of him being weirdly pissy that game is so 😭😭 like my guy what goes onnnn ja'marr probably had his hackles up in response to joe's hackles being up. ergo saying joe 'screamed'.

hearing ja'marr's recount on how joe touched him (🥰) and told him he won't throw him the ball at all (😔) and then looking down dejected as hell saying 'okay' and taking it off like JOE IS A BULLY??????? /joking ofc but wowww ja'marr was just COLD 😭 and joe told him to suck it up basically or he won't be playing 😭😭 god what the hell is wrong with these two. joe being his star qb and senior etc ja'marr couldn't even defend himself!! his little face when he said 'i was like okay'?? cuteeeeeee had a brief urge to fight joe burrow for an event years ago that was probably not as dramatic as ja'marr made it seem lmao.

edit: i wanted to add a bit more sorry :")) when he said 'it was cool' quietly with that face!! cute as helllll etc sorry extremely biased here but anyways was it like....not cool at first? like did he pout for ages about it and fridge joe out from the entire thing that joe had to quickly change up and grovel slightly or he was going to deal with an icy ja'marr throughout what's left of their schedule 😭 just extremely cute to think about hehe

[abyssal-ilk]

replaying dai and i've been thinking a lot about cullen and vivienne this time around. im not usually a cullen guy, either. huh.

[robo-dino-puppy]

there is a LOT of stuff out of bounds in the meridian area of the map! i wanted to compare some spots that exist in both games, but it's kinda long so there are timestamps if you want to skip around - the estate near the end is the most interesting imo :)

the map was clearly copy/pasted but there are updated and missing textures (and ones that weren't updated that say they need to be haha) - was this the start of the rumored hzd remaster? or are the assets just ones that happen to exist in both games and were carried over because we get close to them in the "legal" area of the spire? and it's a small itty bitty thing that will be in a future video, but there's something i came across that definitely doesn't exist anywhere in hfw's map that i remember... (spoiler: it's banuk T_T)

(why are all the handholds missing texture??? that's what i really want to know lol)

[luniviravosshipper]

POV: You’re sad and wanting comfort but the character you’d usually find comfort in was deemed unlikabled and totally undeserving of love by the narrative. So instead of feeling comfort thinking of that character now you just feel even worse. Because every time you try to immerse yourself back into the story they came from you have to constantly be reminded by it that they never got to receive any sort of affection and the story wanted the audience to know the reason was because it never felt they deserved any. Even when intentionally making them sympathetic at moments, at the end it’s clear that they were always planning on kicking the dog with them.

[vicontheinternet]

Despite its many flaws they can never make me hate kataang

[sysig]

Coding woes (Patreon)

[deus-ex-mona]

h e l p are they really going to perform meoto live

[seithr]

powerful sorcerer with magical storm blood who can still magic and rend minds and transform people btw

[soldierandawar]

i will say that out of all this the most unexpected thing is the actor of the LI seemingly being the person to actually want to approach the relationship with so much care and consideration of fans. didn’t have that on my bingo card can’t lie.