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tommyspeakycap · 3 years ago

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Can I request some chilly fluff? Anything really, just some cute sweet chilly fluff with a little bit of angst maybe?

of course! here's an idea that's been swimming around my brain all day lol

helping hand

ben isn't coping with his newest responsibility and his best friend comes to save the day once again

It's honestly less about the news than it is about the fact that you didn’t here it from him. Texts have gone mostly unanswered since you read that online article you first believed was false, only for it to be confirmed by him. You offered a congratulations despite the pain it brought to you to hear that you had completely lost your chance.

You had probably called him about a million times, each time ringing out and some even being hung up after merely a few rings.

At first, you worried that something had happened. Then you managed to wrangle the news out of Mason that everything was well, you let yourself have those days of utter heartbreak that he had found a girl, started to settle down and then completely cut you out of the picture. This was the first time in all of your 23 years that you hadn't been able to speak to him about things that were going on. He seemed to have completely fogotten about you and you couldn't bring yourself to think of a reason why.

She never really did like you, his girlfriend. You could only imagine it had something to do with the fact that Ben was incredibly close with you. A lot of girls had been unhappy with the fact that while dating Ben, they were subject to teasing that everyone was surprised he was dating when they had thought he was so clearly in love with you. You understand that, it would be irritating but nothing had ever happened between you and Ben that might suggest you would ever get together. People just love a rumour.

What had really hit you, however was seeing her from the Instagram you followed. She didn't even appear to be in London, never mind with him and that made no sense by the timeline you had managed to figure out.

That's how you found yourself standing at his door with what felt like a million bags and a feeling of hurt you had never actually had before. You cornered Mason, refusing to leave until he told you what the hell was going on and when he did, you were gone like a flash with a broken heart to seek out the man who needed you now more than he ever did.

Your heart shatters even more when you step into his house, pushing it open and pulling out the key he gave you a few months ago as you head carefully to the kitchen. You can hear him trying to talk, his voice strained and croaky as he attempts to speak over the sound of the screaming baby girl.

"Come on sweetheart," he begs, "Please take your bottle, I promise you're just tired."

His house is messier than you've ever seen it with gifts unopened, blankets and bottles, baby toys and clothes strewn around everywhere you could see.

You're quick and quiet to get to work clearing the place up, clean clothes being folded and sat in his clean laundry hamper while sorting the dirty things and shoving them into the washing machine by colour before tidying away all the blankets into the baby boxes he had set up in his front room. The infant upstairs screams the entire time you whiz around, throwing an entire bin bag worth of rubbish out of his kitchen before restocking all the shelves and his empty fridge with food for him and milk powder for the little girl. The pizza you shoved in the oven the second you arrived was finished after 15 minutes, so you plated that and left it on the kitchen island before you decided to make you presence known to him.

"Need a helping hand?"

His head whips around rapidly, instinctively tucking his daughter closer into his chest before he recognised your voice and turned his face back away from you. "You shouldn't be here, (y/n)." He mumbles, bouncing his legs to try and get that screeching to stop before he starts crying again himself.

How had everything ended up so messy? He found a girl that he thought he loved, he had his best friends and he had you. She got pregnant and he was ecstatic until she told him she wasn't interested in having a baby. It was too late to do anything about it, so she gave birth to that baby and legally signed over parental rights wholly and fully to a destroyed Ben. You, of course, had to find this out half from the tabloids and half from Mason. Ben was absolutely affronted. He was mortified. How had he gotten himself in this position?

You were the first and only person he wanted to tell. He was desperate to seek out your arms and have an absolute sob to you so you could help him fix this like you do with everything else, but he couldn't bring himself to face you. He cut you off slowly and carefully without even noticing himself because she had coaxed him into it. She played him like a fiddle, let him grow her platform and fund her lifestyle until she had everything she wanted from him and left him with something that was supposed to be theirs to love forever.

As if things couldn't get worse, from the moment he found out she was having a baby he had realised he didn't want kids or a life with anyone but you and now here he is, with a baby that has no mother and he had lost you. How could he just go back crying to you now after all the hurt he had caused you? What kind of person does that? He made this mess and it was his to clean up.

"Mason told me what happened. You can fight me all you want, Ben but I'm not going to go anywhere so you may as well just let me help." You say firmly, not inviting a single space for him to actually contest your words. His shoulder deflate even further than they already are as he finally turns to meet your eyes.

There's bags and dark circles beneath his with greasy, messy hair and a shirt he probably hadn't changed in longer than he should.

"I'm sorry." He croaks, clamping down on his lip with his teeth so he doesn't immediately burst out crying at the sight of you standing there in his house. God, he's missed you so much he couldn't even begin to put it into words and his emotions are so messed up from the lack of sleep that he'll cry at just about anything right now. "It's forgotten about. We don't have to talk about it, I'm here to help."

The weight that lifts off of Ben's shoulder is the kind of immense relief that only really you can bring to him, honestly. There are few people that he has ever met that can ease him like you can and knowing he doesn't have to explain this whole situation really is something he's so thankful for.

"This is Lilly," he says weakly, nodding his head down at her whining. You smile immediately and without thought, stepping forward to get a closer look at the small baby, only two weeks old and already giving her dad a run for his money. "Hello Lilly," you coo softly, raising your hand to stroke her cheek with your finger in the most gentle manner he's ever seen. "Can I? I feel like I've missed out on two weeks worth of aunt (y/n) cuddles."

He tries not to think much into the fact you refer to yourself as her aunt because if he lets enough thought onto it, he'll find himself breaking his heart over you all over again. Ben nods, passing her into your arms carefully.

"I'll feed her, I made some pizza for you so you should go eat." You hold our your hand to take the bottle from him, but he frowns. "I-" Ben stutters, "I don't want to just lump you with her, plus she's upset so I shouldn't leave her y'know? It's not fair on-"

"Go and eat Ben, and have a shower while you're at it. We'll be fine in here, I've babysat a million times before." You shrug, taking the bottle from him as you step further into the nursery instead of standing in the doorway cradling the still whimpering little girl in her pink onesie. "But I-"

"Go."

"I should-"

"Ben go, now."

Ben sighs in defeat and turns on his heel, the rumbling of his stomach finally giving him away as he realises just how hungry and smelly he actually is. No wonder the infant was crying in his hold.

He trudges downstairs, hearing the sounds of those winging dying down as he does, half expecting to walk into the messy swamp he had left when he went upstairs earlier this morning, only to see the whole bottom floor of the house was basically as spotless as it had been the day he moved in, bar the baby variety adjustments he had made to welcome the new arrival.

He makes a mental note to thank you more and do some grovelling and apologising later on. He knows he has to do it and he knows he'll explain in more detail what really happened probably later today, but for now he will scoff that pizza down his throat faster than he has ever consumed a meal in all of his life before raining the cupboards that he discovered you had stocked. He is reminded with every step he takes around his house that this is you, again, here holding him up when the world around him feels like its completely crumbled.

This is what you do, you keep him together, fix him up after the heartbreaks and breakups preparing him for the next girl who's pieces you'll have to pick up when they hurt him. This time he doesn't want another girl, he wants you. This time, the one time that he would be miles too late. He's got a baby now that he needs to focus on and he can't imagine that you're going to want an instant family even if you could really see past the fact he had ghosted you for nearly five straight months from the moment he found out his girlfriend was pregnant. He can't forgive himself, so how on earth would you?

If he would ask, you would tell him you already had. Seeing how hurt he was, how genuinely sorry things had ended dup like this with everyone in his life he was was enough for you. It was enough to cause you actual physical pain. You never could hold a grudge considering the situation he had ended up in.

Ben had never ever once in his life being more thankful for his shower. He’s also pretty sure he fell asleep against the wall with the heat of the shower steam loosening his muscles and the fatigue of barely an hours sleep catching up to him. He towel dries off his hair, letting the towel hang around his neck as he rubs it against his head while he pads along the soft carpet of his hallway from the bedroom to his beautifully done pink nursery where he hears no crying, at all.

But he does here soft talking.

“Giving your daddy a hard time eh, pretty girl.” You hum softly, slowly swaying from side to side. She lays in your arms, looking up at you and stealing every bit of your heart with her daddies eyes. “He deserves it a little, you know. Just ‘cause he done me out of some adorable baby cuddles y’know?” Ben can hear the teasing smile on your lips as he leans against the doorframe out of your sight, keeping quiet so as not to be detected. “But he’s a good man, sweet girl. One of the best, actually. And i know he’s already such a good daddy to you, he loves you so so much. Do you know that, eh?” You say quietly. Ben catches the sight of you swaying that amazed little baby who coos up at you, reaching for your finger to hold. “Mhm, and i love you too. You have no idea how loved you are.” That’s one thing Ben can agree on.

“And you might not know it now because you’re little, but i do know one thing for absolute certain; I’m always gonna be here for you, and for your daddy even if he’s as stubborn about it as they come. You’ve got to help me out though, eh sweet girl? Be good to that daddy of yours. Yeah, sleepy baby? Mhm, my sweet girl.” The way you hum, bouncing her carefully and swaying in just the right way for her to fall asleep in your arms. Ben watches you for only a minute more, softly singing a little lullaby to her that makes Ben’s heart swell to ache so much that he has to take a small little video before he heads off downstairs with one last look.

When you finally greet him downstairs with a tight hug that he sinks into immediately, resting his cheek on your shoulder as your hands massage your fingers through his freshly cleaned hairs as his arms hug around your waist. “I’ve missed you.” He admits, words muffled by your sweatshirt. The feeling of your fingers at the nape of his neck makes him hum in content and sink into you peacefully just like his baby daughter did not half an hour ago. You’re just perfect for them both in every way and there is not one bone in his body that doesn’t wish he had started his family with you.

But with that realisation comes one more; that he will not settle until he has given everything he has, tried with every morsel of him to earn your forgiveness. He might not of started his family with you, but he is damn determined to make you part of it.

#ben chilwell imagine #ben chilwell x reader #ben chilwell imagines #ben chilwell #england national team imagine #chelsea imagine #footie fic #football fic #footballer fic

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royalrastafariannaynays · 7 years ago

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(It’s a) MYSTERY (why they call themselves a) GANG

hey!!! this is a short gift fic for my pal @destyni-is-me AKA homeiswherethestuckis! this is a mystery gang beta kids, merry christmas and i hope everyone is having a good week!

“It’s nine twenty-seven pm,” Dave whispers into the camera. “And we are headed into the most haunted mansion in the south-eastern United States.”

“What are you doing?”

“I told you to stop with the found footage crap.”

“Dave…”

“We’re on the hunt for not one, but maybe even…” Dave has to cover his mouth for a second, stifling his laughter. “Two. Ghosts.”

“Dave!” Jade laughs, slapping his shoulder. Dave looks way too proud of himself , elbowing John in the ribs and dodging Rose’s mildly pissed glare.

“C’mon man,” John complains as he parks his beat up Honda Odyssey in the drive up to the mansion. “Please take this seriously. We’re not even hunting ghosts.”

“I have to keep it interesting for myself,” Dave replies. He got past the need for irony a long time ago, right after the crew killed his brother’s ghost and asked him to tag along. But in the last year or so, in the midst of the many odd-jobs befitting this good ol’ mystery gang, he’s taken to taking the piss out of it.

Mostly because they haven’t found a job in… a good while.

It’s almost convinced him that his brother’s ghost was a total fluke.

Like, Rose got into the ‘biz because she thought she contacted beings from a nether realm, and John got into it to find ‘whatever killed my grandmother.’ (probably a bear tbh, she was an old lady hiking in the woods?)

Jade is in it for pure sport.

She also funds the ‘gang’ when they can’t get paying work.

“What was the deal with this place, anyway?” Dave asks, as they hoist bags of equipment and talismans and some sorts of ‘magic’ stuff onto their shoulders. (Rose has like a million focusing crystals) “Like all of our stuff so far has just been crazy guys in bad masks terrorizing children.”

“Still valuable work,” Rose puts in, as she straightens her fishnets. Cybergoth until she runs out of teeth to beat out of that dead horse she’s riding.

“Sure,” Dave snorts derisively. “Cause a guy running around in a George Bush mask is really harmful to our local communities.”

“Hey,” John says, waving a hand in front of Dave’s face, halting his progression up the front steps of the mansion. “We got paid pretty well for catching those murder clowns.”

“The leader walked right into your car because he was too high to run!” Dave protests.

Jade laughs at that. Even Rose snorts.

John looks mildly embarrassed, but waves it off and stomps into the house.

Dave stumbles right after him, quickly followed by Jade and Rose.

And the door clicks shut behind the four.

Time for another night like all of the others.

“No, this way!” John says urgently. His hands are shaking on his flashlight.

“What are you talking about, that just leads to the attic,” Rose scolds him. But she’s also shaking.

That click of the door that Dave heard earlier?

That was every single external door and window of the house locking, all at once.

A fact no one figured out until the cabinets started shaking violently, the lights exploded in their bulbs, and the candles blew to dark. Shortly after that, Rose held up her (iron) tire iron, whispered an incantation, and then looked extremely troubled when it failed.

John managed to throw a hex bag into both the north and south corners of the house, to no avail. Dave had forgotten the east and west bags in the car.

And Jade?

Jade saw a flicker of a person’s face, white and ghostly.

And she shouted with joy.

And she sprinted off into an abandoned hallway, salt in her shotgun and glee in her eyes.

Dave and Rose tried to go after her, but were met with another ghost.

This one had seven pupils swirling in one of her eyes.

And John’s face swelled with a bright pink blush.

The spectre grinned devilishly, and then disappeared.

With her vanishing, everything else in the house stilled. And the light bulbs in their flashlights started to work once more. Which brought the three remaining kiddoes back to the present.

“Dude, I thought you said you knew the layout of this place!” Dave complains. “But now Jade’s missing and we can’t even think about finding her!”

John winces. He strides forward instead of answering, throwing down another door. He’s never the one to admit he’s absolute shit at any actual monster hunting.

“I’m sure she’s fine, Dave, she’s a very capable hunter,” Rose tries to reassure him, as she peers carefully around a corner.

Dave thought tonight was just going to be another annoying and vaguely creepy stakeout in an old and smelly house. But what do they encounter? Actual, real, ghosts. Ghosts who have locked every single fucking door in the place. Ghosts who don’t want them to escape.

“Holy shit, they’re gonna pick us off one by one,” Dave tries to say with an even voice.

The next door that John throws open, he freezes.

“Jade?” he asks. And Dave and Rose stop their steps.

John’s face is illuminated by a sickly green light. His eyes are wide, and filled with wonder and excitement.

“What?” Rose asks. And John leaps forward.

“Jade!” he exclaims.

Dave tries to stop him, tries to grab his arm or something useful. But he can’t seem to get a hold on him before the wooden door is slamming shut.

And Dave and Rose are alone.

Rose starts breathing a little fast, and scrambles for the doorknob. It’s so dark in that cramped little hallway, and the air is still and old. The handle won’t turn for her, and her movements become jerky and desperate.

Dave slams a fist against the doorway.

“John!” he calls. “John!!!”

But it’s to no avail.

Not even the bottom of the door shows any light.

Dave turns his flashlight to shine back down the hallway from whence they came.

“Maybe if we wait at the entrance, they’ll come by the end of the night?” he says.

Rose just nods. She doesn’t know what to do, either.

“We can make a circle to keep safe in,” she agrees,

And Dave nods, and with a gulp, allows Rose to lead the way.

At the entrance, Dave notices something. An odd green glow, not unlike the one that took John. He bristles, and grips Rose’s arm. Her LED dreadlocks shine on his hand, and she looks back at him with disdain.

“What?” she asks.

Dave points to the foyer.

“It’s that green again,” he tells her.

Rose flips the switch on her headdress, and gasps. She can see it, too.

“It’s coming from that door!” she exclaims.

Dave races with her, and they both trip through the open ballroom… into a scene unlike anything they’ve ever seen before.

What they see here is a beautiful, well-lit ballroom.

Its walls are filled with paintings of angels and flowers, mirrors taking up every available space. The floors are polished golden and cream tile, and the ceiling is draped with candle-lit chandeliers and sconces.

The whole room is bright, and the trickle of a concertina’s reedy notes emanate seemingly from the very air.

And as Dave and Rose wander further into the room, they see them.

Illuminated by moonlight and candles, on the far end, are John and Jade dancing arm in arm. Their clothes almost morph as they move, forming the tresses of a suit and ballgown.

“A waltz?” Rose wonders aloud, and… Dave is just confused.

John and Jade have yet to notice them.

“Guys?”

And Dave thought too soon.

When he and Rose reach the middle of the ballroom, Jade turns to them, one eye spinning with dots.

And she holds up her rifle.

Pointed straight for Dave’s face.

And then the room fills with red.

“OKAY, OKAY, STOP THIS NONSENSE,” A booming voice shouts.

Jade and John fall limp to the ground in a startling way, and the evil spectre from before appears between their bodies. She scowls at the ceiling, making maybe the ugliest cranky face Dave has ever seen.

And as she does, another figure floats through the wall.

“I just can’t have any fun anymore!” The spectre nearly shrieks, and the newcomer’s brow stitches together as he covers his ears.

“Shut the fuck up! Can’t you see how much they suck at their job?!” he says, in that same booming voice from before, but with a little less godlike echoing.

The first ghost sticks her tongue out at him, and sinks through the floor with a wail.

And the new ghost walks right up to Dave and Rose, holding his finger out to them and scolding. He’s shorter than Dave, floating off of the floor in order to be at eye level.

“Listen here you good for nothing asswipes!” he yells, getting right up to them. “I don’t know who hired you to come here but you’re not good enough at it to not get yourselves killed! Like a bunch of rocksucking idiots still on their mother’s left teat! What the fuck!”

He turns to Rose, briefly, and then looks Dave up and down and grimaces.

“Grab your friends and get the fuck out of my house!” he shouts. And disappears.

The illusion of the ballroom and the garb disappears, leaving a dusty old dining room in its place.

And Dave and Rose do just as they’re told.

#homestuck #beta kids #gen fic #my short fics that I write

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chubsonthemoon · 7 years ago

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to you, one year in the future

summary: Shopping for ugly sweaters, going on dates, remembering the past. Izuku loves him through it all.

pairing: midoriya izuku/todoroki shouto

words: 3783

also on ao3!

My piece for @natbrowniecupcakes for @tddkexchange! I hope you enjoy! <3

(also part of my Happy Holidays, Class 1-A series)

Izuku stares at the Christmas tree, biting his thumb. A nervous habit.

“Is everything alright?” asks a voice. Arms sneak around his waist, and a chin rests itself on the crown of his head. Izuku lowers his hands to place them on top of Todoroki’s, lacing their fingers together.

He sighs. “Yeah, it’s just…” He looks at the evergreen again. It is nothing overly grand or special, just a Christmas tree, sans ornaments or any other form of decoration. “Don’t you think it’s missing something?”

He turns to face his boyfriend, encircling himself in his arms. “I feel like it should be…I dunno. More Christmas-y? Like in the movies.”

Todoroki hums. “Really? I think it looks fine.” He buries his head further in Izuku’s soft curls, puffing a quiet sigh. “Besides, no one here really believes in the whole Jesus thing. It’s just for fun, I think.”

Izuku nods, taking care not to jostle too much, and he rests his head on Todoroki’s chest. This is nice. “Did you know that Christmas trees weren’t originally Christian? They’re actually Pagan. Decorating them originated in Germany.”

Todoroki’s face is still in his hair, so his words are muffled. “Is that so?”

Izuku traces a scarred finger along one of Todoroki’s wrists. “Yep. Learned it from that hero that debuted a few years back. Evergreen Enigma.”

“Nice.”

They stay like this for awhile, quietly listening to each other’s heartbeats.

Then, the silence is broken with a small explosion. “You two are fucking disgusting.”

“Bakugou, don’t be rude!” A light thump can be heard, followed by a lengthy string of expletives.

Todoroki’s head raises to observe the intruders, and Izuku reluctantly removes his head from Todoroki’s chest to peek around his shoulder. “Oh, hi guys! What’s going on?”

“Hey, Deku!” Uraraka says cheerfully. Bakugo shoots them a look that could curdle milk. “We’re decorating the tree for the party tomorrow.”

“Oh, yeah!” Izuku says, remembering the text he had received yesterday. “Ugly sweater themed, right?”

Todoroki lets out an exhale of air that may or may not be a chuckle or an expression of confusion. Probably both. “A what?”

Uraraka nudges Bakugo forward, two boxes of tinsel and various ornaments floating beside her. “You heard me. Ugly sweaters. There’s gonna be a contest, and Aoyama’s judging it, so make sure you wear your worst.”

Izuku returns to his place underneath Todoroki’s chin. “Alright. We should probably go shopping for that today,” he says to Todoroki, sighing.

Bakugou lets another small explosion burst in annoyance. “Oi, you assholes are blocking our way to the tree. Get a room.”

“For once, I agree,” Todoroki deadpans.

Izuku just laughs. “Let’s go get our coats,” he says, unhooking his arms and ignoring Todoroki’s pout. He untangles himself from their embrace and heads for the elevators.

Todoroki sighs and trails behind, their pinkies still hooked together. “Meet me at the entrance?” Izuku asks, while they wait.

Todoroki presses a soft kiss to his temple, and Izuku feels himself smile. “Yes.”

A few minutes later, he rejoins Todoroki on the elevator, All-Might beanie secured firmly over his ears.

As they leave, they pass the common room again, and Izuku hears Uraraka sigh. “Ah, it’s hard to believe they’ve been together for almost a year already. Time sure goes by fast when you’re in love,” she says, voice dreamy.

Izuku blushes, and walks a little faster. Todoroki laughs quietly as he walks ahead to hold the door open for him, and a whoosh of cold air nearly drowns out the next part of the conversation.

“I think I’m going to throw up,” he hears from Kacchan next, sounding like his usual mix of annoyed and pissed off. “At least Half-N-Half found the guts to confess. When are you finally gonna woman up and ask Frog-Girl already? I get pissed off every time I’m in the same room as you two.”

“Bakugo!”

They exit the dorms, Uraraka’s flustered protests cut off as soon as they step into the whirling snow.

“Well, Kacchan certainly seems happy to be part of the organization process,” Izuku remarks. They walk towards the station, boots pressing prints into the snow behind them.

“He’s probably going to blow up the tree before we get back,” Shouto says wryly. Izuku giggles, white flakes tickling the tip of his nose. He sneezes.

Todoroki frowns at him. “Here,” he says, offering his right hand.

Izuku obliges, wrapping a mittened hand around Todoroki’s, sighing when the heat begins to seep into his palm. He shuffles closer, looping an arm around Todoroki’s waist. Together, they walk the rest of the way like this, and Izuku is eternally grateful for a boyfriend who doubles as a portable personal heater.

They board their train with no issues, finding seats together. At one point, Todoroki stands so an old lady can sit in his spot, ignoring Izuku’s protests to let him give up his own seat. When he sits back down, Izuku fills the space between them with chatter, about everything and nothing all at once; he’s excited about going home once break officially starts, he thinks the ugly sweater party will be lots of fun, despite Kacchan’s murderous tendencies towards all things festive (but maybe Kirishima-kun can get him to be excited!), oh, did you see the latest hero debut, Todoroki-kun? It was amazing, he hasn’t seen a water-manipulation Quirk used in such a way before in his life—

Todoroki simply nods every now and then, humming in assent to indicate he’s listening. The click-clack of the tracks reverberates throughout the car, setting a comfortable pulse to the flow of Izuku’s words and the beating of his heart. He pauses for a moment, eyes shifting to the calm expression on Todoroki’s face.

One year already, huh?

He thinks that he would very much like to kiss him.

The automated voice announces that their stop is next. Todoroki, sensing his gaze, looks up at him questioningly when Izuku’s words slow to a stop in time with the train.

Izuku shakes his head slightly, snapping out of it. “Nothing, sorry!”

He’ll find some mistletoe later.

“How about this one?” When Todoroki looks up from over his side of the clothing rack, Izuku raises a truly hideous sweater, a stained green color that clashes hilariously with his hair. It has an enormous Christmas tree splayed across the chest. “Ah, but wait,” he says, seeing Todoroki’s amused expression. “It gets better.”

With a quick flick of a small switch, the sweater lights up, the little bulbs on the tree flashing green and blue. “What do ya think?”

“It’s perfect,” Todoroki says approvingly. Izuku grins, then drapes it over his arm for safekeeping.

Overhead, tinny Christmas music plays in the store that sells second-handed clothing and other oddities. It’s a nice little place, with a number of interesting finds—like that vintage Pussycats t-shirt, or that limited edition Best Jeanist figurine— that could keep Izuku here for hours. However, they are here on a mission.

Izuku, having secured his own ugly sweater, begins the search for Todoroki’s.

“I’ve never been to an ugly sweater party before,” he says conversationally. He doesn’t need to look up to know that Todoroki is listening. “Kacchan’s family always had a Christmas get together when we were little, but—well. I stopped going at some point.” He slides the next set of hangers over, ignoring how they screech against the bar. “But the years we did go, it was so much fun. His dad always made the best hot chocolate, and we would watch All Might’s Christmas specials until midnight, waiting for Santa. One year, his dad actually did dress up as Santa to surprise us, but then he tripped over a plate of cookies when Kacchan freaked out and set his beard on fire.” He’s quiet for a moment, just remembering. “Those were fun days.”

Todoroki’s fingers suddenly still over his end of the clothing rack, as if remembering something.

The Christmas music continues overhead, and his next words are almost too soft for Izuku to catch. “That sounds…amazing.”

“What, you mean hanging with Kacchan on Christmas Eve?” Izuku laughs, but he stops the moment he looks up.

Todoroki wears a smile that is very small, like he tried it on and it didn’t fit quite right. It reminds Izuku of the time he saw him unfreeze Sero, in the Sports Festival arena, steam surrounding him, his back turned to the him.

He wants Todoroki to smile again, but he knows that shouting and punching his way there won’t work. Not this time.

He has an idea.

“Hey,” he whispers conspiratorially. When Todoroki looks up, he has composed himself, but Izuku knows the look hidden in his eyes all too well. He crouches low, wedging himself between the funky smelling second-handed sweaters and mothballs. Todoroki does the same, his expression confused, but he lowers himself to his knees meets Izuku halfway anyway.

They probably look like idiots, hiding here under the clothing rack, no doubt blocking the aisleways, but Izuku doesn’t really care at the moment. He gestures frantically for Todoroki to get closer, as if he has a secret to divulge.

“Yes?” Todoroki asks, his voice also a low whisper.

Izuku reaches out and places his hands, scarred and broken as they are, on both sides of Todoroki’s face. He burrows his fingers in the red and white locks, caresses the angry red scar on his left, gentle and unafraid. When Todoroki shudders slightly, rests his head on Izuku’s shoulder, Izuku says, “This year will be different, Shouto. I promise.”

He pulls away to see the thing in Todoroki’s eyes become less like a burden, and more like lightness, and behind that, gratitude.

Todoroki nods slowly, his mouth curving up just slightly. “Ok.”

Even though it’s dark and smelly here, and he’s pretty sure he felt something just brush past his cheek that is not supposed to be there, Izuku would rather be nowhere else.

Then, quick as lightning, he darts forward to press a feather-light kiss to Todoroki’s lips. Funnily enough, despite his Half-n-Half Quirk, both sides of his mouth are warm, beautifully so.

When Izuku pulls away, he grins shyly. “Just wanted to give that to you.”

Leaving Todoroki amongst the nether regions of the clothing rack, Izuku reemerges on the other side, feeling a little winded.

A second and a half later, Todoroki does the same, his hair mussed and the barest hint of pink dusting his cheeks.

Izuku flashes him another smile, then busies himself with the next set of hangers. “We are going to find you the ugliest sweater in this entire store,” he announces.

He picks the nearest random sweater he can find, and—it’s not bad, actually. He removes it from the rack to get a better look—it’s one of those knitted V-necks, patterned with blue-grey X’s, cuffed at the sleeves, and a collar puffed up at the back of the neck. It also smells suspiciously of smoke, but nothing a good cycle in the washing machine can’t fix.

In short, Izuku concludes, it is a sweater befitting a 50-year-old man.

Todoroki comes around the clothing rack and regards the article very seriously. “May I see it?” he asks. Izuku hands it over and Todoroki pulls his arms through the sleeves. He inspects himself for a moment, then after some deliberation, buttons the middle button. Task completed, he turns to Izuku. “Well?”

Izuku takes one look at him and groans loudly.

“Is it that bad?” Todoroki asks, bemused.

“No, no, it’s not that at all,” Izuku answers, hands buried in his face. He peeks through his fingers to take another glance, and—yep, he’s screwed. “It’s just…that’s like, something my grandpa would wear.”

Todoroki looks at himself again. “Yes, and?”

“You…you look…”

Todoroki raises an eyebrow expectantly.

“Ugh, you look really, really handsome, alright?” Izuku sighs, exasperated. “It’s unfair.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

A pause. Izuku thinks his face is on fire.

“I like it.”

“Yeah, me too.”

“I’ll take it.”

And with that, they leave the store, (not so) ugly sweaters in hand.

It’s Todoroki’s idea to take the detour.

“The plaza?” Izuku asks, once they’re waiting at the station. “Yeah, I’ve been there a couple times, but we never really shopped there often. Stuff’s kinda expensive downtown.”

“It won’t take long,” Todoroki promises, looking a little bashful.

Izuku smiles, hopelessly charmed. “No worries. If you want to go, then I do, too.”

They walk to the other side of the platform, waiting for the line that goes in the opposite direction. Once they board, Todoroki tugs Izuku along to a seat and sets their bags down at their feet. The doors close, and they’re on their way.

Izuku leans his head on Todoroki’s shoulder and watches the darkness of the tunnel give way to the lights of the city, blinking on one by one as night falls. The last traces of dusk are fading away in dying purples and inky blues.

A winter sky painted with sunset and a city of flickering lights. Izuku watches it all pass by, his hand in Todoroki’s, and breathes.

They exit at the stop Todoroki had indicated earlier and set off towards the plaza, feet crunching the snow as they draw nearer the glowing storefronts. They reach the center of the main courtyard—all fairy lights and bells that ring softly in wind—and Izuku stops dead in his tracks.

There, in the center of the whirling snow, among the laughter of children running about with their hats falling over their ears, their parents idly chatting near store windows, is an enormous Christmas tree.

His breath clouds in front of him as he takes it all in. The tree is lit aglow, with floating candles that gleam in the twilight, red and white ribbon winding gracefully up its branches—wait, now the ribbon is blue and silver, and now it’s gold?—and at the very top, so high he has to tilt his head, a crown of golden stars, shining so brightly that Izuku has to squint.

It is ethereal, a fairyland, a winter wonderland in the flesh. It’s beautiful.

Todoroki nods, and Izuku realizes that he had spoken aloud. He takes another step forward, eyes shining.

“How?” Izuku asks, awed. “How are the candles floating? How does the tree not burn down from the fire? How can the ribbon change colors like that? And those stars—oh my All-Might, those don’t even look like they’re from this planet! This is amazing!”

He looks at Todoroki for answers, but all he sees are wide eyes, watching him as if he is the one who is shining.

“Um,” Todoroki says, then shakes his head a little. “

It’s a collaborative effort, I think,” he begins again. He clears his throat and shifts his eyes hastily towards the magnificent tree in front of him. “The owners of the surrounding stores all come together to make it work: one person has a watered down version of Uraraka’s Quirk—levitation of small objects only, but for an indefinite time. Another can create some kind of substance that allows the tree to be fireproof, another can change the color of fabrics. As for the stars—"

He glances at Izuku for a moment. “Well. They say that the more you…care about someone, the more brightly they shine.”

He clears his throat again. “That’s what they say, anyway,” he says.

Izuku wants to ask just how, exactly, Todoroki knows about this place, how he seems to know it so well and yet shy away from the light, and, most importantly, why he sounds so sad when he looks around at a place that should bring joy and happiness.

He wants to ask, and he nearly does, but he senses that Todoroki’s not quite finished yet.

“My…my mom used to take me here. During the holidays,” Todoroki finally says, voice quiet. “When I was little, and��before.”

The noise from the square dies away, and all Izuku can hear, see, feel, is Todoroki. Todoroki, Todoroki, Todoroki. “Mmn.”

“I think I’m going to bring her here on Christmas Eve,” Todoroki whispers. “It’s been a long time.”

Izuku reaches for his hand, curls his fingers around Todoroki’s. “I think she would like that very much, Shouto.”

He hears Todoroki swallow, feels his pulse flutter under his fingertips.

“Me, too.”

For a few minutes, hand in hand, they watch the candlelight flicker and the slivers of color change from red and green, to blue and silver, to pure gold.

Somewhere, perhaps behind the plaza where more shops reside, rings a clock tower, every tone deep and resonating and a promise.

Night officially begins, the wind tosses snow drifts, the children play. Izuku turns slightly, and takes Todoroki’s other hand, their faces only inches apart.

“Merry Christmas, Shouto,” he says, then closes the gap between them.

He tastes snow and a hint of a smile.

The children point in wonder as the stars burst into a million sparks of light.

~ Once, a year or so ago, Izuku had woken up to snow on his window.

It had been sometime at night, when everything is still and quiet. He sat up in bed, rubbing his eyes sleepily. He wasn’t sure what had woken him up, but he quickly stopped trying to remember, because he soon saw, outside his window: it was snowing.

“Wow,” he whispered, breath fogging up the glass.

His first thought was beautiful.

His second was Shouto.

He quickly felt his face warm a little. It wasn’t like his heart sped up whenever one of the most beautiful people in Class 1-A walked into the room before class, or he got all jumpy and nervous whenever he asked Izuku about Present Mic’s English homework during training. Todoroki was Todoroki, the strongest in their class, and no less than an amazing friend, whose eyes were really pretty and who had a nice voice and…

No, none of that.

So, he stared out the window and tried not to see snowy white hair and ice atop fingertips, strong and real but also fragile, like it could shatter at any moment.

He watched the snow for one breath more before he bolted, scrambling off the bed and fumbling with the doorknob, down the hallway and skidding to a stop a few meters away.

He raised one hand, and, with the caution of someone who is aware that it was some unknown hour of the night and that the rest of the dorm was probably sleeping, quietly knocked.

There was a little bit of shuffling around from within, a padding of feet towards the door.

The door opened, and Izuku saw a sleepy Todoroki, mid-yawn. When Todoroki saw Izuku, however, he seemed to stand slightly taller, but maybe Izuku was just imagining it.

“Midoriya?” he asked.

Izuku opened his mouth. He had no logical reason for being there, he knew.

“It’s snowing, Todoroki-kun,” he said instead, slightly breathless.

Todoroki blinked, then turned to the closed curtains over his windows. “Really? That’s…wow.”

“Do you want to watch it with me?”

Todoroki turns back, his face half hidden in darkness, covering his scarred side. Izuku wanted to brush away the shadow, like it was something tangible. He wanted to see Todoroki’s eyes, the firm line of his mouth, which, if he was lucky, he sometimes saw curve up, usually when he thought he wasn’t looking—

“Yeah.”

Izuku felt something inside him turn into pure happiness. “Great.” It was only then that he realized that they were both whispering. “My room or yours?”

Todoroki said, “Yours,” and that was that.

Together, they tiptoed back to Izuku’s room, where the familiar silhouettes of All-Might figurines watched over grinned at them, as if he, too, were excited.

Izuku sat on his bed facing the window, legs crossed, and heard the soft sound of Todoroki shutting the door behind him. A second later, Todoroki joined him, the mattress dipping under his weight. After he got situated, facing the window just like Izuku was, it was silent.

Outside, the snow fell steadily, like it had all the time in the world. Since they were on the third floor, they could see the streetlights illuminating little flurries here and there, carrying schools of snow around and about, up and down, dusting the treetops and rooftops and sidewalks with sugar.

Izuku sighed contentedly.

“This is nice,” Todoroki said softly. Izuku turned to look at him.

He was looking out the window, his right side facing Izuku, a small smile on his lips. He blinked every now and then, turned his head, taking it all in. The curve of his back was more relaxed than Izuku had seen in weeks.

With a smile to himself, Izuku had turned back to the window. “Yeah.”

They sat like that for a few minutes, just watching the world build itself up in white.

“Midoriya.” Izuku sensed a question.

“Yes?”

There was a pause, quiet deliberation. Izuku waited patiently.

“Thank you.”

Whatever he had been expecting, it hadn’t been that. He breathed a little huff of nervous laughter. “Of course. Though, uh…for what?”

Todoroki looked away from the window to find green eyes already watching him curiously. “For waking me up.”

Izuku felt the earth tilt a little, and he remembered.

A shout, a fist, a punch. More shouting, a challenge, a promise.

And finally, finally, fire.

He moved his hand a little over to the left, the bedsheets warm and soft under his hand, (then) newly scarred from a battle neither would ever forget.

When his fingers brushed Todoroki’s hand, he stopped. He couldn’t see the way Todoroki’s eyes widened because he was facing the window, but he did hear the quiet intake of breath, felt the slight shiver that was probably because of the cold.

Probably.

When he had felt Todoroki’s fingers inch forward a little, moving to cover his own, he had smiled, and closed his eyes.

They woke up that morning with their legs tangled, their backs against the window, Izuku’s head on Todoroki’s shoulder. When he looked over, he saw Todoroki already awake, but he was not watching dawn break on the winter’s first snowfall.

(They later saw that it was beautiful, though).

His eyes were light, his smile unbelievably fond, and Izuku felt the tips of his ears heat slightly. He had tucked a curl behind his ear shyly, and squeezed Todoroki’s hand, because sometime through the night, they had found each other, and never let go.

One year later, somewhere in the city, Todoroki breaks apart slightly, and smiles as brightly as the stars.

“Merry Christmas, Izuku.”

#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #tododeku #todoroki shouto #midoriya izuku #todoroki x midoriya #fic

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NUTTY BODY (2nd anniversary of the blog)

Another day in the rock farm. The sun was rising, Pinkie helped Marble in the Pie sector, Limes, the boss of the 4 daughters of the now deceased Igneous and Cloudzy Rock Pie, was checking the mail stuffs while Maud, which was planning to work at 6 a.m was still sleeping at 11 a.m dreaming of eating rocks...

“bills, bills, affetto mails, tumblr asks, bills...” the blue-grey sister was checking with an unamused face that would terrified a lot of people if they own her something. The mails seemed to be an average mediocre news for starting the day, then something enlighten her morning...

“M or Ms Pie from the Pie farm domain...

You are cordially invited to this year’s “Grand Galloping Agriculture & Industry Center” to represent the rock industry of your city: Rockville W.Eq.

Your stand will be the number 418 west wing as shown on the map...

the GGAIC will take place on....

YAHOOO! Limestone instinctivelly yelled out loud not caring of who’s asleep nor who need to hear it! The pink sister ,Pinkie, could hear it from the nearby mine and rushed out to know what was happening, even tho she knew in her mind that it has to be good to makes her older sister yelled her joy.

“Limestone!” She arrived at their house with her young sister almost riding her against her will because pinkie was holding her my the torso. “What is happening! Oh lemme guess! You had a letter that isn’t bill! That isn’t love letter for Maud! That isn’t Tumblr asks like for X asks everybody gained Y pounds! THAT ISN’T TUMBLR ASK AT ALL!” The older sister limes was only noding yes or no with the joyfull smile of a child. “OH LEMME GUESS DEAPER! you had a letter.... from the equestrian ministeries of agriculture and industry... becauuuuuse... WE HAVE A STAND ON THE Grand Galloping Agriculture and Industry Center YOU ALWAYS WANTED TO GO FOR YEARS!!!!!!!”

“YES!” The older sister threw while dancing on her back legs with her younger sisters Pinkie then Marble which hasn’t even process what’s going on! “This is going to be the BEST DAY EVER!” Limes threw while her and pinkie were doing some dance of the joy on the living room thinking of all the potential income it could bring...

There will be plenty of good time for everypony! Limestone will be having new clients, Pinkie will will be invite of the “end of the day” party they organized for the stands and for the visitor too. Heck! Even Marble will have some good coffee, she even has a friend from Swhaydeen that will be there at the coffee stand... Everypony seemed to be happy until a weird sound came out....

*GUURRrroowwwwwrrblorrrrrup slosh*

“Mmh” A fourth sister cames out rubbing her large belly yelling for breakfast while sloshing at every step she was doing “Congrats everybody! We did it!” she said with her monotone voice while coming for a meal.

Everybody stop dancing when she came out, you could actually see than their 4th sister, Maud, was a bit different when it comes to morning hygiene at the body awakening...You could actually see that despite she was preparing a meal large enough to makes her 3 sisters sated, you could actually see she had a midnight snack, even a 2 and 4 o clock snack in the morning, if not 2...

“Welp guess we should organized ourselves to know, who will do what, might if i helps after my breakfast” The 3 sisters watch out while Maud, the biggest one is eating like 4 with her still neutral looking despite all the sweatness she managed to set on the table...

Limestone was there... not moving with her eyes wide open. What kind of publicity she could makes with a sister like this? Is she the owner of a rock farm and a mine or the owner of a pigsty? Limes couldn’t imagine what would it be if they go there with a sow of a sister! The daydream became a daynightmare...

Pinkie was whispering to her 2 sister limes and marble “maybe we should take her back on hooves? limes nod, Marble was a bit sceptic at first but then after her argument thinking that maybe her shapes would give her a friendly look to the customer, Maud scratches the back of her heads , showing her smelling armpits. At the smell of it Marble was feeling sick and nauseus, as much as her sister Pinkie who had her hairs cartoonically roasted by the perfum and Limes who were coughing having the smell of her throat. “Well not bad when you know she took 5 showers a day...”

Limes has to take a decision “Maud before you go at the center, maybe we should take care of you, you know, not making the customers run away from your bad habits and so on...”

“MY bad habit, what do you mean by bad habit?” replies Maud. At this moment, everyone in the room heard her large belly pressing against the table and shaking it at the ripples of the gurgles. However, this gurgles wasn’t a call for more food but more a warning for upcoming gas up her ass, and not a good smelling one...

At the released of it, Maud was looking to her sister with a sad puppy eyes, temporally spacing out to what she had become... Her softness could be a good thing when it comes to snoozing a hoof on her belly pillow while it was adorably rumbling as it process food for her now enormous appetite but she remember that she wasn’t always like that... In fact what would her parents say to her if she was alive? She then look at herself while processing how much she gained since there death...

“Maybe if we want me to get in good shapes, we need to take very seriously or even take the extremest measure possible.”Maud puts after spoiling and gropping/shaking her wobbly belly. What she was holding was probably enough to choke someone with the navel on it...

Limestone was starring in the emptiness, thinking... What can we do at this state of bulimia? Limes was about to give up the idea to let Maud comes but it would sound sad for Maud to not let in. It’s not everyday you go to this kind of event.

THEN! PINKIE GOT IDEA!

“Maybe if we need an extreme measure, we can talk to it to an extreme expert i know!” pinkie said. “What extreme expert you know? I hope this isn’t one of quacks like i saw earlier selling product for idiots?” limestone said before adding “i saw a pair of twins at the middletown last week, and Celestia i never had such a will to kill somebody!”

“Yeah but no” Pinkie reply “ it’s not a quack in fact she helped me and even Maud when we got issues with Poison jokes effects” ”Oh her!” Maud add, knowing who pinkie is taliking about! “I remember her, hope she’s not too pissed because of her broken pot from last time...”

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The more she though about it, the more she felt unsecure about herself, but she actually feel like it might have a bit of exaggeration about it. Maybe she was a bit too obese. Yes she might be smelly sometimes despites taking showers often but what does it says about her?

Limestone was more convinced, she don’t want this moment of her life to fail! She need Maud to get rid of this fat and now! (or at least for the convention)

Pinkie, as her plan asked for, bring her 3 sisters to a zebra friend’s house that was build in a tree near the everfree, Pinkie obviously knocking as simple as possible...

“ZECORA IT’S PINKIE AGAIN! MIND SOME HELPS HERE! CAN YOU HELP!” she says while knocking the door at 10 hits per seconds

“Mind you stop knocking please? I heard you with ease!” The zebra said while opening the door...

Pinkie explaning very quickly the situation, Zecora is trying to find a way to help the sisters...

“ I think i might have something helpful, but i feel like your sister is a bit doubtful. But fear not! You can take it as shot because if it help you to for your please, the effects are also temporally for your ease, which make it easier to cease...”

At this words , the zebra showed the potion to the fat mare, which at the look at it hesitantly, give a stare to her sisters smiling to her then drinking the entire bottle one shot.

At first , nothing! The blue mare who were watching was actually questionning if it was a hoax. “Are you feeling something right now maud?”

The only thing Maud seem to feel was some burbly rumble in her stomach but before she could answer properly the gurgle just exploade in intensity in front of everyone!

The gurgle actually turn into a violent wobble , throwing violently the belly against the floor. The 3 sisters was shocked, even Maud was loosing her neutral face wondering what is happening at this brief moment. She hasn’t had time to think properly the wobble goes back and forth throught her belly before reaching the butt, the hooves and the face cheeks. Then nothing but her good old blue dress...

“MAUD!“ Limestone, Marble and Pinkie shout in unison thinking a second that they might did a huge mistake... They all look around to see the empty dress closer as they realize it might hide something...

Burried inside of the dress, the shiest sister, Marble, find a small part of the tail exceeding “mh-mmaud?” What they will find shock them...

Inside of the dress was hiding a skinny version of maud completly sounded and, actually looking well built. The now skinny pony was wondering what was going on without remembering her name or the date of the day...

After taking back her mind, Maud was actually in shock how well it works: she like a pony version of George Bizet’s Carmen. She could dress with the same clothes she didn’t wear for ages. Heck they even did not change during all those times, same smell, same feeling at the touch, as if her fat time never happened...

But after hours of rebirth, Zecora had to ring the end of the break, the potion are starting to loose her effects and Maud could feel her belly rumbling warning that her fat are coming back...

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The d-day is coming and Maud prepared herself for the day. She just had to take a good chug of Zecora’s potion (enough to hold it for the day) and here we go for the convention...

At the moment she came to her stand, something unpredicted happened. All the stallion that went in her way was staring at her... drooling, wondering what this chick was, even father of 3 childs was just not reacting like such despite having their wife and children next to them...

The only males that went to her stand was clumsy flirt, just wanting to have a bed with her,nor Maud or Limstone wasn’t amused...

Then a certain photographer mare, who were sponsoring the event, cames to visit the stands to see how was it going before seeing something happening at the stand 418 on the west wing...

There was a wonderfull skinny rock mares with her soft bedroom eyes , long eyelashes wearing smooth dark blue dress with a black belt getting a bit of customers but most of all a lot of compliments and a bit of flirt.

Seeing how neutral she was reacting to the public and how cold blooded and magnificient she were, there was only one thing on her mind.

ZIS IS ZE POHNEE I NEED TO HAVE AS A MANNEKIN...

At the second she finish this sentence, she came to the stand, diamond on eyes, thinking of talking to that golden goose of a mare. Unfortunatelly, the older sister , seeing how it was going south decide to take the succession on the stand...

“Iz ze grey mere ztill heer?” say the photographer mare presenting herself as “photo finish” “I wood like to talk to hers rite naow, I wood really be interested to talk to her privatelly!”

The grey mare which was drinking a bit as for a break was interogating herself to why would she want to talk to her in private. “I waz looking at you earlier, and i waz thinking that you might be an amazing model for my galas! Might i prepare you a contract if you vish to follow?

Maud was stunned, in only an afternoon fit, she was from selling rocks to the golden gate of celebrity...

“It seem like a good idea but mind we i talk to my colleagues and sister on my stands” As they talk about it to the 3, none of them could believed it...

After discussing, Limes actually wonder if it could be 1: a new life for Maud and 2: a great add for the farm. Limestone signed up the contract as long as they stay close to each others...

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The days following this moment were pure gold. Maud (as she keep drinking Zecora’s potion to stay fit) was showing herself in gala with the best robes and even had photo session but something off started to ruin the party...

Be a mannequin is a tough job and really unfunny also Maud had the really good idea to work for the “miss equestria” competition which isn’t making things easier...

What was a rebirth at first lasted as a death trap, she was to the oint of giving up and stop drinking that zecora’s poison as she tend to say deep in her mind.

But something that seem odds is that the more she regrets her fitness, the more she needed to drink it the potion for making it taking effect. It was like her body (with the tiredness of her new job) was rejecting the product. In fact in the quarter finale, she almost lost because she had a little bit of chub visible, because of that, some of her “fans” believed she was pregnant making the rumors with all the pictures you could watch on the press that she might have a boyfriends in the V.I.P circle. Despite the denial, the rumors are hard to leave...

Then the final of the miss equestria cames....

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“Did we has enough potion for tonight?!!!” The grey mare say in an unusual state of stress “I need more of it for tonight!!!” The 3 sisters look at her worried...

Limestone who feel her sister slipping out of control has to catch her in her full hysteria crisis to calm her down. Pinkie who always see life as a neverending party feel like joining on to stuck her on the ground even if the fun here was more an exit than a true solution to the problem. The only sister than seemed helpful was the last one, Marble.

“Mm Maud?” she said with a really relaxing quiet voice... “Mind if i have your attention?”

The hysteric sister Maud ,who was tired of fighting against her 2 sisters, feel like she had no choice than listen to it... “Did you remember where you became huge enough so i could use your belly as a pillow?” She ask before saying “After you went sick and you were bones and skin and i you started eating a lot, I thought you find a way to deal with what happened to us...Then i saw you were actually having fun with yourself. You even shared it to me and pinkie, and yes i remember correctly, about Limestone.”

“Limestone was actually a bit tougher to you because, even you felt happy about your chubness, you went a bit lazy and slept a lot according to her because she were a bit scared for you. Scared you let yourself go again and does bad things to yourself...

We didn’t wanted you to feel bad about yourself, we just wanted you to BE yourself!” Marble let a nod and a smile while Maud is touched to what her sister told her. “Lime! Pinkie! I think you can released me? I think i’m no longer in a stressful state right now” she said with her normal monotone voice...

Lime and Pinkie released her as she take herself back to a normal state of mind, and finding the courage to prepare herself as it was just a normal day for her. “Maud? Are you feeling ok right now?” Limestone said. As she felt the chub won’t come back yet, Maud reply with just a yes and said that maybe she won’t need a potion after all...

The potion actually last longer than she first though when she was in her hysteria mood as the Ceremony of the final and the verdict fall at the finale of the Miss Equestria...

There was only 2 mares at the end; Maud was one of them.

Maud was actually stressing , her heart was beating at 160 beat per seconds which actually shorten the effect of the last potion. Maud stay monotone outside but she can feel her legs wobbling as they can’t handle it anymore...

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She won...

She couldn’t believe it...

Maud was barelly able to stand on her skinny legs while she was receiving the crown and the flower, but while she was thanking everyone for voting on her, something odd happens...

As she was talking she was interrupting by peoples (and hers) realizing than her right hooves have suddenly swelling “?”

Maud try to relativise saying it was something happening to her time to time which is why she took time to take her medicine in her dress while with her left hooves, she was deflating her right hoof and shaking in it then taking her medicine in her dress but as she was holding the bootle, the hands holding it inflate too and broken it...

The following actually shocked the entire public to the point that some of them faint.

As she try to relativise the inflating hands, she try to deflate it which didn’t remove it, it just propulse it to her right face cheeks and disfigure one of her profile.

The more she try to remove it the worst it become, as she trying to deflate one part another if not 2 inflating going to her ass crack, then wobbling through her guts and legs then faces then her backs , ruining her dress in the way. At one point it wasn’t worthing it as all her good old grease was at some place disfiguring her flank some of hooves, her face and her back, making her look like a hunchback monsterous at the complete opposite of what she was supposed to be...

Then after a sigh, seeing everybody assisting at the atrocious circus, she ended up to stop releasing her grease and show herself as what she is: Fat Maud Pie

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As her body stop wobbling from the released the room was silent...

“I...I would like to make a statement for what just happened...” Maud says to break the silence....

“First I’m sorry to what you just endure and i hope you won’t have nightmare of me tonight” a quiet giggle get out from somewhere in the crowd

“Second, I actually feel sorry for my competitor, after what you see, I kind of feel like I cheated despite i never really wanting to be a Miss Equestria...”

“When i started taking this potion you saw earlier , it was for being the prettiest mare of the country, i wanted to be acceptable to everybody. I was actually doubfull that all this grease, this fat, sometimes this smell and even (borf) this hygiene i often have because of this tendency to be a big eater (at least for my case) was attractive enough for someone to look at me as a person you would say “hi”... I doubt myself, I managed to make myself entering in a molding. People talked to me, sometimes in an unexpected and dirty manner...”

I made myself suffer...

I made my round self forced to enter a squared world, just because i was ashamed of myself. I though it would be a rebirth to take a magic pills....i mean a magic potion and get rid of my problem, but it cost more, i couldn’t really exit. I was stuck in a downward spiral; to what end?

This humiliation of a moment...

Now i look like a whale caugh on a torn up net, with all the flab and everything else, guess i won’t need this anymore...

As she removes her torn up dress , she was interrupted by people complimenting her shape in her background. As she heard them the positive words cames more and more noisy until it became a full cheered audience just for her!

She was almost crying, feeling she was pretty fit as fat. As the true beauty for her was being herself.

After though the jury didn’t let her be miss equestria as she cheat, but she won’t let her moment of glory and cheers getting ruined, but as she was in a full euphoria, her belly suddenly gurgle...

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Because of an poorly and abusive use of the potion, it backfired violently and her belly just fall flat on the ground as she had twice the amount of grease in it.Maud at the moment didn’t realize and was stuck in an unusual “uh oh face” on her head, but it was only the beggining...

At a really fast paste, her fatness just grew up incredibly loud, having enormous flab growing on her, causing the crowd to panic through the exit causing some wounded.In less than an half of a minute, she was fulling the entire room with her fat.

NEWS HEADLINE: A DROPPED MISS TALK ABOUT BEING WHAT YOU ARE, THEN TURN INTO A MOUNTAIN...

Later, while Maud was almost holding the entire building, Limestone, Marble and Pinkie were escaladed on her around her face. While Pinkie was playing on her grease as it was a bouncing castle and Marble cheering her as she was hugging, Limes started chatting to her...

“You know Maud, I feel sorry for you... Sorry because, if i weren’t too obsessed about this events weeks ago, maybe we won’t be to what we are...”

“Don’t worry about that Lime” replied Maud “It actually helped me about knowing myself a lil bit better, even through i end up with more that knowledge... (sigh at her own joke) Limes giggle at it as if she was relaxing herself on her sister “By the way, you touched me with your monologue earlier” “Before she throw you trough a wall with her flank” Pinkie cuts as she was laughing...again (if only you saw her face as her favorite fat sister almost crushed her under her rump earlier)

“ I actually don’t know if the backfire i just get will last any longer” Maud say as she felt she must have lost 1 pound since she stop growing...but she felt released of all that weight over her shoulders.

“Maud!” Lime says “By the way, should we continue your contract with Photo Finish? After what happened, she doesn’t seem like she has the will to live after that incide...”

At this moment, Maud’s now gigantitly large belly released an obnoxious gurgle shaking her flabs and everything in her neighborhood, her belly touch or press against “That was your belly?” Marble asks

“Yeah i’m feeling hungry, anything for my line?” Maud says before the four sister laugh....

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: This is probably the toughest story i ever wrote, mainly because i’m not a huge writter as i prefer to draw. I hope there won’t be too much spelling check nor it is unreadable thank’s to my pretty english. Hope you all like it and happy birthday Ask Maud Fat !

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