#trying out new colorings againn

[quilly72]

Oh My God

Liz squeeled in excitement. A smile appearing across her face as she turned to look at you. The pink hue of her new growth ray slowly letting the room come back to its normal color.

It worked it actually worked

Her green dress draped off her chest as her new boobs pressed forward. Neither one of you were expecting the stupid ad you had seen a week ago to actually work but for 20 bucks why not give it a shot.

But after one shot from point blank there they stood having bulged and blossomed forward in only a couple seconds.

Lizzie meandered her way towards you as she pressed in. Her blue eyes staring into yours. Her chest pressing into you as she leaned in closer. You know we might as well try them out.

I mean I can already tell they are way more sensiTIVE Her voice chirped up followed by the sound of fabric straining and stretching. She hopped back as she turned to look at her butt which was bound didng backwards. Lifting her thigh high dress up and plastering it to her hips.

Oh my I'm still growing it's making me so curvy I wo nDer how much bigger I'm gonna... gonna. Oh fuuuck I think it's happening agaINN.

Liz snatched her eyes closed and strained as you heard a seam pop. Her hips stretching out. Meanwhile her chest dragged forward. Her boobs bulging against her green dress as her straps dug into her shoulders. Her boobs left with no where to go as they piled up toward her neck

Her breathing straining as she tried to loosed her dress against her chest.

Oh jeez I'm way bigger than I thought is there a setting to dial it back or something on there. You made your way to the ray as you studied it. It was pretty simple a point and shoot device with a safety on it. Umm I don't think sooo...

You looked up as you stifled a gulp. Umm Liz are you blushing or flushed or something.

No WhYY.

She hopped up this time an inch or maybe two. Her legs trembling as another stitch or three popped across her hips. Her hips pushing thru the hole in the side as she giggled and tried to push the dress up hiding it.

Og my gosh im even a little taller I can become a model. Why are you looking at me funny.

Um Liz your ummm... glowing

WHAT!?

Liz looked down at her hands as another spurt hit her. Her eyes clasping shut again as she bobbed up another couple inches. She was as tall as you were now. Her dress groaning and ripping more as her chest pulled her dress and plastered it ski. Tight across her body constraining her movement. As she grew her skin flashed and glowed pink before fading a bit. The. Starting to pick back up and glow again before another spurt hit her.

No wait what THE...

Her face grimaced as she shot up again. Her shoulder straps snapping g off as her dress failed her bra digging in as hard it could against her boo s before also failing and slithering down her body. Her dress straining and pulled across her hips waist and thighs as it threatened to pop eitheven the slightest move.

She was Taller than you now maybe 6 ft tall

Her skin hot brighter the room starting to glow pink with every spurt of growth.

NOOO WAIT FUUUCKKK

Liz trembled as her green dress finally plucked off her body soaring up 6 inches as her legs shook and spasmed. Her eyes bo linger filled with excitement. Turn it back turn it back somethings wrong. Fukc Again!!

Another spurt. Liz flew up. Her knees vibrating violently asher chest was bow eye level with you. Her hands reaching up and tickling the ceiling as her head flew viole tly from side to side trying to get her bearings.

HELP MEeEeE turn it BACK

Her voice flailed withher hody as she dragged up again. Her thighs pushed against each other. Her toes curling across the carpet as her feet slid forward. Her legs bouncing back and forth as she tried to keep her balance. Her hands planted against the roof as she stared at it. It wasnt too far away now. You were already at her waist. Her breathing g picking up as she started to hyperventilate. Her chest heaving forward as she grabbed her tits into an arm bra to support them. Her eyes locked with yours as she grimaced and cried out. A high pitch whine escaping her as she shot up again. Her eyes were filled with terror. Her head thumped the roof some dust falling g down onto her as her hair dragged and caught on the roof. Her elbow planting against it for balance. Her knees tucked little as she struggled for room.

In a panic she lurch for the growth ray trying to figure it out. Where's the reverse where's the reverse She mubled as she grew again. The room flashing pink again. Her chest burgeoning forward so much she couldn't even see the ray and had to lift it up on top of her cleavage.

Liz fell to her knees as your entire apartment shook. Pictures and wardrobes shaking and falling as she slammed the ground. She was still as tall as you even on her knees.

Left with no reverse she threw the ray gun In Frustration against wall. It cracked and sputtered as it started to glow pink. Both of your eyes growing wide as a slight hum radiated out of it. You were first out the door as Liz tried to follow suit but another spurt had her topple forward. Her kegs fumbling back and cracking g her dressor In half. She had to be 15 ft tall as she struggled to get to her knees and crawl out. The room glowing more and more as the humming grew louder. Luz made her way to the door as she struggled to squeeze her shoulders thru ducking her head as the room grew so bright you couldnt even see in it anymore.

Liz started to panic as she struggled to contort her body thru the frame another spurt hitting her as she fell to her elbows. Her arms pinning to her chest as she trapped herself in the door frame. Her legs flailing back behind her as you heard more furniture crack and fall.

Help me fuck no no no please FuuucKK

The raygun finally let the energy burst out as a bright pink flashnag went off throughout your house and thru the neighborhood.

You looked down at your hands as your skin flashed pink and a vi ration rolled thru you. Your pants and shirt getting tight. As yoh piled up an inch.

The sound of Liz moaning and screaming and the sound of drywall splintering with wood grabbed your attention

Her shoulders ripping thru the wall as her back bashed into the roof. Her butt filling up to the ceiling as well as you watched her pin herself to the ground. Liz glowed again and again and then a third time as she grew 3 times before yougrew again

Her head dragging forward the ceiling above her butt bowing upwards her feet crushing your bed against the wall as the wood cracked and screamed. You backed up all the way to the living room as another spurt sent you up a couple inches. It wasnt enough. Even on her stomach she was Taller than you her head was practically the same size you were. Her arms pinned to her body as Liz panicked and s reamed.

Can't hold it back..I'm

SORRY.

She enveloped you in seconds Her cleavage pile driving you as you drowned in it. The front door crashed open. The wi dows shattering as she failed the apartment. Another spurt sent her legs piledrivi g out the wall. Finally the south side gave out as Liz rolled out to the ground d outside. The apt building collapsing around d her as she surged again and again.

Another building pulled the fire alarm as a 7 ft tall ms Clancy came running outside but none of them were getting big enough fast enough.

Liz surged again and again. Her leg bracing against a nearby building before punching into it. She tried to sit up but she just ended up toppling g another building over. A passerby at 8 ft tall was smashed by her foot that shot out into the parking lot

Liz fought it as she grew again. Her legs driving thru and collapsing building 10 her foot crushing a couple parked cars as it overturned and dug into the asphalt.

Each surge stretching her further than the last. Rubble of brick and cement laying under her butt as it groaned over the foundations of the old apt buildings.

She finally managed to drag her head up as her body surged and filled the parking lot. Her cul de sac of apt buildings either toppled to the ground or frightenly close. Her head easily overshadowing the 3 and 4 story buildings. Her toes curled as her legs shot out again. Her body's growth causing the air to vibrate. The growling of her growthfilli g the air. Her attention pulling over to the edge of the apt complex as she heard the sound of walls collapsing and falling in. She checked her limbs but she hadn't broken another building. Just a couple more cars and roofed parking spots.

Another crash of brick this time coupled with a scream as she waited with baited breath. Someone else was growing as well. 

[ruffolive]

My baby Arin:) I’ve had her since high school. She is getting trained to be a dragon knight & has a gf

[rambling-at-midnight]

Don’t You Believe Me?

Request: Could you write a klaus imagine where it’s a couple years post-canon. the reader has been pining for him for ages but swallows it cus they don’t believe he returns their feelings. when he tells them that he loves them they’re just like “lmao sure” cus all of their friends and partners have left them and no one has ever loved them enough to stay so they don’t believe him. They aren’t like sad about it either, just resigned and making light of it to deal with how much it hurts to not be wanted.

Pairing: Klaus x Reader (Oneshot)

“He’s probably lying, though,” you mutter to yourself, chewing on your thumbnail as you pace around your small room, bare feet sinking into Emily’s plush carpet with every step. Your phone is in your hand, screen glowing as it displays the nine-word text that’s causing you so much anxiety. When the screen dims, you tap it again. You just need to look at the text in order to get a feel for it.

“What does he have to gain from lying to you?” your roommate, Emily, asks from where she’s laying on her stomach on her bed. Her hair is curled perfectly and her clothes are fashionable and look cute. You don’t know how she does it. You always look terrible no matter how hard you try and your hair can’t hold a curl to save your life. It’s especially impressive considering how just yesterday she’d been bawling her eyes out.

“He could humiliate me!” you exclaim, your voice loud. Someone in the hall down yells to shut up, which in turn makes other people yell at them, until everyone’s yelling and then it lapses into stony, brooding silence. You hiss, “He could be saying it to stand me up or something!”

“Y/N, we’re not in middle school anymore,” Emily responds. “Trust me, no one’s going to be putting in this much effort in order to stand you up.”

“I don’t know,” you say, your phone screen dimming once more. You tap the screen and accidentally on the new message, which means now Charles will be able to see that you’ve opened up the text. “Shit!” You drop your phone like a hot potato. The offending text glares up at you: You know, you’re actually rly cute. Wanna meet up?

“Haven’t you guys been talking for, like, weeks?” Emily asks, blowing a large bubble and sending her friend a SnapChat. “Yeah, trust me, guys like that lose interest after three days on average.” She should know; she did an actual study on the habits of boys and girls when talking to people on instant messaging, and if the male isn’t interested he apparently gives up after three days. You guess she hadn’t studied how many guys cheat on their girlfriends or she wouldn’t have started dating her boyfriend, but she hardly looks worse for the wear.

“What about the outliers?” you ask miserably. Charles is active on Instagram right now, which means he’s probably waiting for your response. He’s seen that you’ve seen it. He might be getting annoyed that you’re taking too long. He might be laughing with his friends about how they’re guessing you’re freaking out.

“The most extreme outlier was a week, Y/N,” Emily says not-so-patiently. She’s normally pretty good at handling you when you’re like this, but recently she found out her boyfriend’s been cheating on her, and she had to pull an allnighter last night to study for her Calculus quiz. Now she’s plotting her revenge on the cheating Michael. “Trust me. Nobody even finds that all that entertaining, anyway. You’re not going to get stood up.”

Your phone screen hasn’t even turned off before you decide, “No, I’m canceling it. Nope. Nope. I’m blocking him.”

“Y/N!” Emily jerks her head up to look at you, brown eyes widening with horror, but you’ve already done it. Her voice is surprisingly shrill when she exclaims againn, “Y/N!”

“Shut up!” somebody yells again, followed by multiple people shushing them.

“Oh, jeez,” you say, your hands shaking as you shove your phone in your pocket. “Nope, nope, nope. Did not like that.”

“You’re pathetic,” Emily sighs, shaking her head. “He was cute. He seemed sweet. You’re just being crazy.”

“I’m sorry, are you standing up for boys in general now?” you ask, putting your hands on your hips. “Last time I checked, your boyfriend’s a douche.”

“First of all, no, I wasn’t talking about all boys, just Charles. He seemed nice. Second of all,” Emily glares at you, “low blow, dude.”

“Sorry,” you groan, dragging a hand down your face. “I’m just… not good at this.”

“You just need to get over him,” Emily says, standing up. She puts a perfectly manicured hand on your arm and crinkles her brow at you. “Trust me. Pining over Klaus for eternity isn’t going to make you feel any better. Rebound dudes are the absolute best to date, because everything they do feels so crazy amazing!” She’s already got her rebound dude from Michael picked out.

“I know,” you insist, folding your arms. “I’m getting over him. It’s just… I had a bad feeling about Charles,” you invent wildly.

Emily crosses her arms and raises one skeptical eyebrow. “Mmm-hmm, sure.”

“What about you?” you ask, sitting down heavily on your bed and wiping your phone screen on your jean pants. “What are you thinking for Michael?”

“Honestly, I was thinking about cutting three inches off my hair and posting a selfie with the caption ‘Not gonna miss those three inches, Mike’.” Emily flips her hair over her shoulder and sends another photo to a friend. “What do you think?”

You laugh. “That sounds really funny. I’ll be the first to like it.”

“Honestly, now I think about it, why’d I stay with a guy that barely hits four inches?” she muses, tapping her chin with her pointer finger.

“I believe I asked you that when you started dating him,” you mutter. “And you responded that he was sweet.”

“Character is out,” Emily decides. “The length of the dick is all that matters now, as long as he’s not a total asshole and, like, a wifebeater.”

“As you do,” you nod.

It was the whole ‘your boyfriend’s a douche’ comment, you’re sure of it.

Emily has moved out of the room you shared together.

It’s not like you weren’t expecting it, either; since when has anyone ever wanted anything to do with you? Your own parents abandoned you and when you tried to track them down, they had another little girl and were not interested in talking to you. The rare times you’ve gotten a boyfriend he’d dumped you quickly, unable to handle your fears of abandonment.

Even the goddamn cat you adopted from the shelter ran away.

So no. You’re the opposite of a magnet. Nobody ever wants to be with you. They don’t even want to be in the same room as you.

Your phone buzzes. It’s Klaus Hargreeves, your oldest friend, and you’re trying to calculate how long it’ll be until he leaves you too. Everyone else has. It’s only a matter of time.

Klaus: Hey, Y/N, wanna come over? I’ve got a surprise for you!

Honestly, you’re surprised he’s texted you. He hasn’t in the last three days, which frankly isn’t very unusual for him, but your anxieties are in overdrive and have been since coming home and seeing the ‘Goodbye’ note on the door.

‘Y/N, I’m going to be living with some other friends for the rest of the semester.’

Translation: I’m finally ditching you for my better friends.

‘No hard feelings, right?’

Translation: I’m trying to be as polite as possible, don’t get mad at me for ditching you, you loser.

‘I’ll still see you around!’

Translation: But only in passing; don’t try to talk to me in public.

‘—Emily’

Translation: You were super fucking annoying. Thank God I’m out.

Within seconds, you text Klaus back, saying, What time? And what sort of surprise?

You good to come over like rn?

You don’t have any other classes for the rest of the day, and though you have an essay to write, you can do it when you come home later or tomorrow.

Yeah, sure, I’m on my way, you text back and slip on a pair of shoes before hurrying out the door. On the bright side, you won’t be able to get into any loud conversations and get yelled at anymore. You’re pretty sure the rest of the hall hates you and Emily for occasionally shrieking the most.

Come to my bedroom when you get here ;), Klaus sends you, and you have to stifle a grin. Maybe his teasing is what made you fall for him initially, and the way he’s so carefree. It hurts a little bit, though, whenever he makes a joke about being with you. You know you’re not even an option, but still.

Like Emily had said. You need to get over Klaus. Maybe you should have told him you had to write the essay, but…

It’s too late now for that. Plus, Klaus may get annoyed if you cancel plans with him and not want to hang out with you later on.

The Umbrella Academy mansion is quiet when you push open the doors. Grace must be cleaning elsewhere, and Pogo must be doing… whatever Pogo does when he’s not taking care of the kids. You barely even notice your extravagant surroundings anymore; far too used to them after visiting Klaus whenever you’re worried he’s OD’d on drugs or whenever he’s a little less high and wants to hang out.

Nothing’s changed when you see Klaus’s room. Well, things have definitely changed; there are balloons around the doorway like he’s celebrating something, but that’s just Klaus fashion. For all you know, he could be celebrating something—maybe this is his anniversary of getting addicted to drugs or something like that. Something like that would kill you a little bit to see happen, as it would kill all his siblings, but Klaus is just like that.

And you really do love him.

You push open the door cautiously, half-expecting him to throw something at you as a prank, but all that greets you is Klaus standing in the middle of his room, exclaiming happily upon seeing you.

“Hey, Y/N!”

You can’t respond. You have to take it all in for a second.

For one thing, his curtains aren’t drawn for once to keep the sun from hurting his hangover headache. For another thing, he’s shaved and cut his hair a little bit. The last thing that really stands out to you is that he’s wearing color. In all your life, you’ve never seen Klaus wear any color apart from that pink feather boa, but he’s wearing a tie-dye tank top and loose green cargo pants.

You laugh a little hesitantly, stepping into the room and looking around. He’s certainly seemed to embrace the color; confetti’s everywhere. “What’s going on, Klaus?”

“I’m sober,” he beams, holding up his arms. “Ta-da!”

You’re speechless.

“I know it’s taken me a long time,” he continues, “and I’m really glad you’ve helped me through all the years. But I’m sober and I’m planning on staying sober for the rest of my life. Ben’s helping me realize that I can’t just drink away my problems, you know?”

“Are you serious?” you manage to squeak out.

Klaus nods.

You squeal and launch yourself across the room, latching onto Klaus like a koala. “Klaus, I cannot believe it! Why didn’t you tell me you were getting sober?”

“I didn’t wanna let you down if I couldn’t,” he mutters, squeezing you so tightly you can’t breathe for a second. “And I was planning something.”

“What?” You pull away from him, already regretting the hug because it just made you love being in his arms more. Spending time with somebody probably isn’t the best way to get over them.

“Well, I’ve been wanting to do this for a while, but I knew I wasn’t gonna be able to until I was sober.” Klaus sits down on his bed, pulling you down with him, and looks in your eyes seriously. It’s unnerving. You’ve never really seen Klaus serious. “Y/N…” He swallows. “Please don’t say anything until I’m done, okay? I just need to get something off my chest.”

You nod. Oh God, is he going to tell me he’s murdered someone? Can you honestly keep a secret like that for him? You nod, squeezing his hands tightly.

“Y/N, I’ve loved you for a long time,” he says, blushing a bit but refusing to look away from you. “I wanted to get sober for you. I want to have a future with you. You’re my best friend and you make me laugh. You’re supportive and kind. I know that people have left you before, but I promise I won’t. I don’t know if you feel the same way, but if you do…” He squeezes your hands for a second. “I’d love to spend the rest of my life with you.”

You want to vomit.

He’s really making fun of you in this way? When he knows how sensitive you are about being abandoned? When he’s probably the only person who knows about your parents and relationship struggles throughout your life?

You swallow around a lump in your throat and croak out a laugh. “Ha, good one, Klaus.” You stand up, avoiding his eyes. “I’m happy you’re sober, though.” You start to turn away, saying, “I have an essay to—”

Klaus grabs your hand gently and spins you around. “Y/N, I’m not making fun of you. I really do love you.”

“Yep, mmhmm, sure,” you say, nodding too quickly, clenching your jaw too tightly. “I know. I’m sorry; I’m not really in the mood for jokes right now; I’m stressed out about this essay that’s due—”

“Y/N, don’t you believe me?” Klaus asks, staring at you. He’d honestly not expected it to go like this—he’s sober; isn’t life supposed to start going right?

You wrench your arm out of his grip. “Sorry, Klaus, I really have to go. I’ll talk to you later.”

“No, you won’t,” Klaus mutters as you escape the room. He’d imagined that going in a million different ways except that one. “Shit!”

“Go chase after her,” Ben instructs. “We both knew she wouldn’t believe you. At first.”

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