#also love the fact that the way I set up the candles on the cake I accidentally made it so that they're not even lightable.

[sunahsvt]

—FLOWERS FOR YOU.

kuroo tetsurou x fem!reader

+ angst and fluff, childhood friends to lovers (guess how it ends lmao)

other tags: just mentions of love making (idk im bad at these), small cases, not entirely canon

word count: 9.5k

note: came back from writing after a good 3 years. this is NOT proofread and was written within 6 hours so it's just word vomit TT

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you love receiving flowers.

at first, you thought it was a such a waste of money. this thought rooted from the fact that you're not from a wealthy family. you weren't poor either. middle class, they would say.

you just turned 8 years old when you realized money doesn't grow on trees. when your parents bought you cake, but when your classmates had their birthdays, they would throw princess parties— cake, flowers, toys, and all.

you didn't want to sound ungrateful, so with a smile, you blew the candles and thanked your parents as they hugged you. regardless, you were grateful with what they can give you.

kuroo was the first one to give you flowers— or should you say, a flower. it wasn't a bouquet, but it was, in fact, a flower.

you both just met at a playground. his family just moved in the neighbourhood yesterday, and thanks to the soft chatters of your mom's neighbour friends, you heard he's the same age as you. the shy person you were, you sneaked out of your house to play in hopes you'd meet him there. (you had no idea what he looked like or what his name was.)

you were on the swings. you've been waiting for a solid hour. at 4:30pm, your parents would have realized you weren't in your room. it was almost dark out and dinner would be ready.

at 4:50pm, you decided maybe he has no interest in playing at the park. you were about to get up when a boy with spikey black hair came running towards you. you took a few cautious steps back before he could reach you while you also noticed the rose in his hand.

"hi! im tetsurou!" he exclaimed, attempting to hide the rose behind him. he sure can't hide things, you thought.

"i just moved here," he swiveled his body just to point where his house was. "it's that one with the white roof!"

although you already knew which house he moved to, you were trying your best to look for it from where you stood. he was much taller than you for someone of the same age.

distracted, the rose that he tried his best to hide from you earlier was now right in front of your small face.

"a rose for you!" he said as he smiled so brightly you almost squinted. hesitant and confused, you took the rose from him anyway.

"y/n," you muttered.

"i saw a rose on the way here and thought maybe i could give it to someone," he explained. "you're the only one here so maybe it's destiny!"

a small smile formed on your lips, fidgeting the rose's torns. maybe it is destiny to wait for you for that long. you're careful not to prick yourself.

you played together for a while because at 5:00pm, the sun was already setting and you thought maybe receiving flowers wasn't so bad after all.

since then, you and tetsurou were inseperable.

tetsurou gave you another flower shortly after that. he had surprised you with a small makeshift bouquet with three roses wrapped in colored paper.

unlike last time with smiles and bright energy, he gave it to you in a sheepingly manner while muttering a "happy birthday". he added that he kept a silent promise to himself that'd he'd get you at least two flowers, better than last time.

you smiled, your smile reaching your eyes. he was so proud of himself from your reaction. you also noticed the torns were scrapped off. this made your heart swell even more with joy.

"where have you been getting these though?"

he scratched the back of his head, "you know that garden next to—"

"i knew it!" you laughed. you told him to stop stealing your poor neighbour's garden of roses before he gets caught. that lady had the nastiest attitude, you warned. all he did was pout.

a month later, tetsuro got caught stealing roses from your neighbour's garden, and he never attempted to steal the roses ever again. that lady has a nasty attitude, he went to you right after he was scolded by your parents. you shook your head, trying your best not to laugh and tell him "i told you so."

after that mishap, he decided he'd get creative instead. so the next time he gave you flowers, it was purely made out of colored paper. the kuroo tetsuro, at 9 years old, did arts and crafts all on his own and at his own will at that. it took him a whole month just to finish 12 paper flowers.

"why do you keep giving me flowers?"

"i like you, silly."

at 9 years old, you realized you loved receiving flowers.

if the paper flowers wasn't creative enough, tetsurou had given you flowers made out of all sorts of materials: crepe paper, post-it notes, clay, satin ribbons, pipe cleaners, papers from books (don't worry, not out of his text books), and so much more. all of them were so beautiful.

at 10 years old, he gave you a bouquet of flowers made out of crochet yarn. he even told you it took him months to learn how to crochet, master it, and finish the entire thing. little did he know, whenever you visit his house, you could see the crochet yarns, results of failed attempts of crochet flowers, and crochet tools hidden away in one of his cabinets left slightly ajar. he sure can't hide things, you chuckled to yourself.

flowers of all types made out of all kinds of materials were given to you, and all of them you happily received from tetsurou. until at 15 years old, when he had saved enough money for all the years he had given you diy flowers, he surprised you with a bouquet mixed of all types of real flowers after your first day of high school. this is why you can't seem to have a favourite flower, he noticed that too.

"you sure you don't have a favorite flower?" he asked again.

"i'm really coming out blank," you were carrying yet another bouquet of flowers and crochet coin purse he made, walking home together after his volleyball training. "i love all of them the same."

"how about me?" he teased.

you giggled, "but you already know that i love you!"

"we'll make it official someday," he promised.

you nodded, contented. i may not have a favourite flower, but "just because" flowers from you are always the best.

after the both of you turned 17, you two made your relationship official, deciding why wait when both of you were certain you have the rest of your lives to love each other plus bragging rights for that.

on his last year as nekoma's captain and middle blocker, you watched from the sidelines how nekoma lost against karasuno, concluding his last game in high school.

at 18, you gave him a bouquet of flowers of red roses wrapped in mixtures of black, red, and white cellophane. touched, he cried yet again in your arms. kenma and his other teammates watching the two of you from a far, smiling with tears in their eyes waiting to spill.

at 19, you both got accepted to your dream universities. you also got accepted at a cafe for a part time job, whereas tetsurou got accepted in his university's volleyball team. all is well.

on your 3rd anniversary, you both celebrated at an art cafe museum. he had given you a promise ring (soon to be engagement ring, he teased), a handwritten letter, and of course, a bouquet of flowers.

three down, a lifetime to go, part of the letter says. the whole night you both expressed just how in love you were with each other. you actually saw the shreds of the receipt of the ring he purchased under your shared bed. he still can't hide things, you chuckled.

at 21, when both of you graduated uni with flying colors and when he decided to go pro, things started to change.

when the flowers you would receive weren't personally given from tetsurou in the flesh, and instead, they were delivered at your office or at your shared home. when the "just because" flowers turned into "i"m sorry" flowers— "i'm sorry i was late last time" flowers, "i'm sorry i'm never home nowadays" flowers, "i'm sorry i can't update as much", "i'm sorry i can't make it" flowers.

it all became too much.

you were starring at the engagement ring on your finger— one of tetsurou's 5th anniversary surprise— when the doorbell rang. you dragged your feet to the front door, already know what to expect.

by the 10th flowers you received via delivery, you stopped counting. sometimes when tetsurou disappointed or upset you, he would either facetime you, give you flowers, or in rare times, he would be radio silent— not a single text or message or call. because how can he notice you were slowly fading away when he was so busy all the goddamn time?

this cycle repeated over and over again for 2 years. you can tell he tries so hard to keep communicating with you. he loves you that much.

it was 4:50pm, the sun was almost setting and you were in your car waiting for him at the airport. his team was miraculously given a month off to rest from the constant training and leagues. he kissed you as soon as he got inside, putting his things at the back seat. he handed you a single rose made out of paper which was colored with, as you can tell, a red marker.

this was the first time in 24 years that he gave you a lone flower instead of a bouquet.

"i bought you a lot of things! i remembered you mentioning them!" he beemed.

before you could say "you didn't have to" he pecked your lips, wiggling a finger at you. "i missed you. let me you love you just how i have been doing so for the past 24 years."

so for a month, he did. he made it up to you so well, showering you with kisses the moment you wake up and the moment you fall asleep, making love to you in every part of the house, telling you stories and becoming such a loser in love when he expresses how much he loves you all the while rubbing his thumb on the back of your hand, or you being wrapped up in his arms. not a single milimeter of space between the two of you. most of the time, he would do everything, from cooking to cleaning.

when you would eat out together, he would always give you the princess treatment. you barely lifted a finger during the whole month of his stay.

on his last day before he had to leave for overseas again, you wondered when will you ever get married.

and so when he made love to you that night, when he kissed you goodbye, when he texted again that they just landed, you had a sickening feeling in your gut.

for a few weeks, everything was fine until he gradually became radio silent again. this time, he rarely delivered flowers, or called, or texted. this time, he was mostly a ghost.

the first message from him and flowers via delivery was given to you a day late on your birthday, and that's where you decided you just can't do this anymore.

you prolonged it for weeks, even after he said he won't be having any oversea activities for a while. it just wasn't the same anymore. he was still never home.

"i love you," he said out of the blue, his eyes downcasted. all these years, he's still bad at hiding things from you.

"i love you, tetsurou," he turned his head to look at you, dreading what you would say next, "but i think we should break up."

he tried. you both tried, but it just didn't work anymore. maybe it was destiny to wait for you for so long— but that doesn't mean it works. for 24 years, you loved each other so much— but that doesn't mean it works.

after crying in each other's arms, he let you go.

you had the rest of your lives to love each other— but from afar.

a year and a half after the break up, you were sitting at a cafe, waiting for the blind date your friend at work set up for you. kenma was against the whole idea, but he realized you had the right to move on from kuroo. you and kuroo both did. the two of you were his best friends after all. it was just sad how he had to witness the both of you barely functioning after the break up, all the while doing his best not to talk to you or kuroo about each other.

so when a boy with dark brown hair went inside, quickly approaching you, you thought this was a bad idea.

"are you y/n?"

you nodded slowly, eyeing what he was holding. your heart was in your throat.

his eyes shone, handing you the bouquet— yellow daffodils and red roses.

at that moment you thought:

you hate receiving flowers.

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[lenacosse]

Pretty girls

pairing: amy santiago x female reader

cw: alcohol, mentions of vomiting, angst, cheating?

word count: 1,632

summary: it’s your birthday and the squad surprise you, but what happens when amy gets too drunk and takes it too far? you were practically in love with her but you knew where you stood with her. (based on pretty girl by renee rap. also tempted to turn this into a mini story..)

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“Okay just let me put this blindfold on you.” Jake says putting a blindfold on you and leading you through a door.

You trip over his foot and can’t contain your laugh. “Jake this is a disaster just tell me where we’re going.”

“No can do (Y/N), anyways we’re here.”

Jake takes off your blindfold, and suddenly everyone jumps out yelling happy birthday. You can’t stop the jaw aching grin that plasters over your face, you scan the room, all your friends and colleagues are there. You had said you didn’t want to do anything for your birthday, it was your first one without your dad and naturally that pained you beyond explanation. But standing here you can only appreciate the love you feel.

“Thank you Jake.” You smile and hug him, you knew he was at least partially responsible for this.

“Alright shots!” Jake shouts, making the entire bar of your friends erupt to enthusiastic cheer.

You walk to the bar and you, Jake, Amy and Rosa throw back a few too many shots, but that was for tomorrow to regret.

“Happy birthday (Y/N).” Holt nods, you smile and return the nod. Holt may be way too professional but you appreciated him these last few months more than you could explain, and he knew that.

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A few hours into the night most people were beyond drunk, especially Amy who really let herself go tonight. Currently she stands on the bar top pouting tequila into peoples mouths.

“(Y/N)! Your turn.” Amy winks, you roll your eyes and put your mouth in level with the tequila. It burns its way down your throat and into your stomach, lighting up your system with immediate warmth. You felt a buzz of pure energy around you tonight, you couldn’t explain how grateful you really were.

Even Terry is enjoying himself tonight, and of course Gina has started a chant to get him to take his shirt off. You didn’t exactly expect him to do it, but the screaming of Gina and a few other women told you that he in fact did.

“Hey,” you hear from behind you, you turn to see Rosa. You smile.

“Hey Rosa.” Amy had gotten down from the bar, or in other words the bartender forced her down. So you sat on the barstools, Rosa doing the same.

“Happy birthday or whatever.”

You put your hand to your heart. “Rosa Diaz are you turning soft?”

“Never.”

You both laugh and order a drink together.

“Jake did a good job it seems.” Rosa says, finishing off her drink.

“Yeah he really did, I know you helped him. So thank you, I needed this.”

Rosa nods, “well we couldn’t leave you in your apartment. Personally that’s my ideally birthday plans but clearly not yours.”

You both engage in a conversation, Rosa must’ve really been in high spirits to actually have a conversation. Usually it’s complete silence, but you wouldn’t complain Rosa was surprisingly fun to talk to. That was until Charles came over and started talking about him and Genevieve’s colourful sex life which had you suppressing a gag and swiftly moving tables.

You took a minute to take in the night, Holt smiling caught your attention. You couldn’t help but feel uplifted by this. You loved your squad more than anything, and to see that they do in fact love you just as much almost brought tears to your eyes. A permanent smile was set on your face as you watched the conversations and interactions between others, you got so lost in it you didn’t notice when everyone gathered around your table and Terry walked out with a lit birthday cake. The awful singing filled your ears, but you could tolerate it for now. You blew out your many many candles that were on the cake, you could tell it was home baked, it was slightly wonky and questionably iced. It was probably Gina that made it, but you loved it even with its imperfections.

“Don’t tell us your wish! It’ll jinx you.” Amy slurred.

“I won’t don’t worry.” You response, she just giggles at you.

“Who wants cake?!” Gina yells, just taking a chunk with her hand. Jake then of course goes and does the same, you just shrug and let them have at it, after you’ve taken your own handful that is. Terry and Jake sit beside you, chowing down on the cake.

“I think Gina burnt this.” Terry says, you laugh as you hear the crunch of his cake.

“No it’s just egg shells.” Jake chimes in.

“Isn’t that worse?” Your face screws up.

“Probably.” Shrugs Jake, as he takes his next handful of cake.

“Keep my spot I’m going to the bathroom,” you say to Jake and Terry before making your way to the bathroom.

You hear throwing up and knock on the stall door from where it’s coming from. “Everything okay?”

“No.” Groans Amy.

“Open the door.” You reply and she does, Amy is on her knees with her head in the toilet bowl. You kneels down behind her and hold her hair as she finishes.

“Thank you.” She sighs and sits back against the side of the cubicle, you sit opposite her.

“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.” You reach into your bag and grab a half drank water bottle that’s been in there for god knows how long, you hand it to her and she happily drinks it.

“Having a good night?” Amy asks.

“Yeah it’s been nice,”

“Sorry for getting so drunk. I guess I was nervous for tonight.”

“Nervous? For what?”

Amy looks at you, her eyes lingering on yours. “I wanted everything to be perfect, for you.”

“I thought Jake planned this.”

“It was his idea but I done most of the planning.”

“Oh. Well it was perfect, thank you.”

“Of course. Anything for you.”

Your heart sinks a little as she says that, you felt like you had been punched in the gut. Anytime Amy gets drunk she’s all over you, every-time and you don’t blame her but it wasn’t the easiest thing to deal with considering you were practically in love with her.

“Are you okay if I leave?” You ask.

“No. Please stay.” Amy reaches to grab your hand.

“Okay. I’ll stay.”

She smiles and moves to sit beside you. She leans her head on your shoulder and you both sit on the sticky bathroom floor, you look at your hands. You try not to overthink the situation you’re in, but this was typical, the pretty girls want to kiss the pretty girls when drunk. But when sober they dodge the situation, and this is what Amy is best at doing. Maybe she was confused.

“You know you’re my favourite right?”

“Your favourite?” You furrow your brows. “In what way.”

“Well I don’t know, you’re fun and you’re brave and you’re… hot.”

“Hot?”

“Yeah for a girl, you’re my girl crush.” She slurs. “If I was going to, you’d be the one I’d try.”

You hitch a breath as she says that, Amy may have flirted with you or been questionably close but never had she ever said anything like this. You can’t help but feel extremely conscious of her gaze on your face, you couldn’t face her so you stared ahead.

“What about Teddy?”

“He wouldn’t mind.”

You wanted to roll your eyes, you wanted to tell her that she was out of order. But you couldn’t help the smirk that appears on your face, you knew if you kissed her it would shatter you. But for the moment being you couldn’t think rationally.

“Why are you saying this?”

“Because I’ve thought of kissing you.” Amy says, she grabs your jaw and makes you look at her.

“Why? Do you think I’m just an experiment?”

“I never said that.” Amy moves closer, your faces barely an inch apart. Your stomach drops as you try to control yourself. You wanted to grab her face and kiss her, but that wasn’t a good idea.

You close your eyes as she moves even closer. She presses her lips to yours and you momentarily freeze, that is until you kiss her back. You put your hand on her thigh, her hand goes to your cheek. You both get caught up in a moment, your lipstick smearing across her now swollen lips. She pulls back and smiles.

“That was nice.”

“Why did you kiss me?”

“I wanted to.”

“But why?”

“Im not sure.”

Your heart breaks a little as she says that, you stupidly thought she was going to confess feelings. But that was a preposterous assumption. You look down as you fight off the tears you feel forming in your eyes.

“Im going to go.”

Before Amy could reply you leave the bathroom the tears were streaming down your face as you pushed through the crowd and exited the bar. You sat at the curb side with your head in your hands, you felt foolish and idiotic. Of course Amy would never like you back. But you couldn’t help feeling so damn used, being the token lesbian enabled this idea that you were simply a trial run. You had let yourself get hurt too many times because of this, Amy didn’t understand the damage of her actions and you definitely weren’t going to be the one to tell her. But you swore to yourself never again would this happen. You sit outside for close to an hour trying to rationalise your thoughts before going back inside, no one noticed your running mascara or puffy eyes. So you acted as if everything was great for the rest of the night. Then of course in the a.m the pretty girls act like it never happened and you go back to being Amy’s friend.

[vodika-vibes]

Hi, love~ I am back with request #7 (last one)

This time, I'm choosing Fox, with an opal, and at midday. He needs some love. Some *good* love. Real good love. The kind of love that makes him realize he's worth loving. Give this man the bestest love for me 🫶🏻

Please and thank you 💚💚💚

@the-bad-batch-baroness

Not A Question Of Worth

Summary: You remind Fox that your love for him isn’t conditional.

Pairing: Commander Fox x Reader

Word Count: 744

Prompt: Opal - Faithful Love

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: I'm not sure if I hit the prompt for this one. I had an idea and I wanted to write that, but maybe I also did? I dunno, I'm getting sick and it's making everything hard. Also. If you wanted to send me a prompt for my baby boy Dogma I would love you forever and a day. 🥺

You know when Fox has had a bad day.

Partly because Thire and Thorn and Stone, sometimes all of them, will shoot you a message giving you heads up. But also because you know Fox. And you know his moods.

So when you get a message just before you leave work for the day, a warning from Stone that Fox had a really bad day, you’re already planning on what you can do to make his evening better.

On your way home, you stop by his favorite restaurant and grab the food you ordered in advance, you pop into the florist and grab a bouquet of his favorite small purple flowers, and you dip into a bakery to buy a premade cake.

If you’d had more time, everything would have been individually ordered, but such is life you suppose.

You hurry home, and you’re not surprised when you step into the home you share with Fox and you hear the shower running. If the day was as bad as Stone implied, your Fox will want to wash the day off his skin before he sees you.

Your perfect man seems to think that if he touches you after a bad day, he’ll do nothing but hurt you. Which is silly, but if it helps him feel better than you’re not going to question it.

In any event, the fact that he’s distracted, means that you’re able to get the room ready. The flowers are put in a vase and set on the table. The curry is removed from the containers and placed on the fancy china that your mom gave you when you moved out of her house. The cake is put on a fancy platter and cut into slices. Two scented candles are lit and set a safe distance away from the flowers.

And then you dart into the bedroom and peel off your work clothes for something more comfortable. 

And you managed to do so in less than five minutes.

You’re doing one last check of the kitchen, making sure that everything looks perfect, when the shower stops. You turn to the bedroom door and, only moments later, Fox steps out of the bedroom clad in his sleep pants and nothing else.

It takes everything in you to not swoon for him. He really is so handsome that you just want to cry.

“Cyare,” Fox’s voice is rough, “Welcome home.”

He looks exhausted, you note. You’re glad you prepared everything before he got out of the shower. Now he just has to enjoy it.

You walk over to him and slide your arms around his waist, “Stone sent me a message and said you had a rough day.” You stand on your toes and kiss him, “Did the shower help?”

“A little.” He leans his forehead against yours, “I meant to have dinner ready for you-”

You beam at him, “You’re so sweet!” You lightly pull back and take his hands with yours, “Luckily, I took care of it.” Gently, you tug him into the kitchen, and he pauses in the doorway.

You watch him scan the room. From the flowers and candles, to the food and the cake, and then he focuses his gaze on you, “What’s all of this, cyare?”

“Well, Stone said you had a rough day, so I thought I’d try to make it a little better. Do you like it?”

He’s quiet for a moment, and then he turns to look at you, “I’m not worth all of this. I didn’t do anything for-”

You reach up and press your fingers against his lips, gently interrupting him. “My love is not conditional, Fox. You don’t have to do anything to earn my love. You have it anyway.”

He stares at you, and you can’t help but hope that maybe, this time, he’ll believe you when you say that. Though you’ll repeat it as often as you need to. 

Fox sighs and presses a kiss against the pads of your fingers. “I’m not worthy of you. You should be with someone brighter…like Cody.”

“It’s not a question of worth, Fox.” You kiss him gently and then kiss him again and again, “I love you. I choose you. It’s as simple as that.”

He’s quiet for a moment, and then he ducks his head and kisses you deeply, “I love you” He says against your lips, “Thank you for loving me enough to try and make my day better.”

[thefrontofmymind]

Make A Wish (matty healy x fem!reader)

You've been keeping your relationship with Matty secret from your friends. You have a good feeling it'll go the distance.

a/n: me writing??? who'd have thought?? anyway, i was in the mood for something sweet so i whipped this up, enjoy xxx

WC: 790

You always loved the song and dance around your birthday. The fact that you planned this exact party over a month ago, yet still got to act surprised when you came home to a gathering of all your closest friends with plenty of food and drink tickled you. In fact, it didn’t even faze you that Adam texted you just before you left work to ask if you could pick up your cake from the little bakery you loved near your office–even with a ‘pretty, pretty please’ added.

Over dinner, you looked over all the faces of the people who loved you enough to come tonight; old uni friends, a few close coworkers, and Matty and the band. 

Matty.

You two acted like friends in front of everyone else, but behind closed doors that was far from the truth. Lingering hands and soft touches, hot breathes and skin sheened with sweat, murmurs of forever and then even after that. You were enjoying the bliss of it, before it could disrupt anything with the group as a whole. Just the two of you.

You caught his eye every so often while you were in separate conversations–just the smallest smirk has he noticed you looking at him instead of devoting your full attention to one of Charli’s stories from an underrage rave she went to with her parents way back when. He could make you giddy like a teenage schoolgirl, and you loved every second of it.

You knew what was next after dinner plates were cleared and George quickly switched off the light above your dining table scattered with half-empty glasses and the odd vape. Cake time. 

Matty and Charli were slowly scooting out of your small kitchen–Matty holding the cake and Charli shielding the lit candles from the air with a lighter in hand.

You smiled, watching everyone sing the Happy Birthday song, giggling a little when it got to the point to sing your name and just about everybody came up with a different nickname of yours to say instead. The song ended with a cheer–and not soon enough, the melted wax off the pink candles was dripping closer and closer to the surface of the icing.

“Alright, make a wish!” Matty said as you got ready to blow out the candles.

You thought for a moment.

~~~

Sun was streaming through the cream linen curtains, just enough to wake you from your deep, sunken-into-the-bed, slumber. You let out an involuntary groan as you stretched the tightness from your shoulders.

You could hear footsteps coming down the hallway; not just soft, deliberate steps on the wooden floor, but also a set of small, quick patters coming closer and closer.

“Shh, okay?” You heard a whisper. “We have to be quiet in case Mummy’s still asleep.”

“Okay…” You heard an even softer voice reply.

The bedroom door creaked open. You closed your eyes apart from a tiny sliver. You could see two figures through your lashes–the man you’d grown to love after years of close friendship, and a tiny outline of a toddler with Matty’s same wild, curly hair, a little girl who you could barely keep up with most days.

“Okay, gently shake her,” Matty instructed.

You felt a cold, little hand on your shoulder. “Mummy…wake up! It’s your birthday!” She whispered, only a mere four inches from your face. It took everything in you not to laugh.

You slowly opened your eyes, and with a groggy voice said, “good morning, sweetie.”

“Happy birthday!” She exclaimed–a little too loud for how early it was in the morning, but you understood she was just excited. “We made you breakfast!”

You turned your attention to the plate and mug that Matty was holding; tea just how you like it and avocado toast with enough salt to soak up the sea.

“Thank you, my loves!” You said, gently taking the mug and plate from Matty, placing the cuppa on your nightstand and the plate in your lap on top of your duvet.

“Someone was a big help with mashing the avocado, huh?” Matty asked your daughter.

She nodded shyly, you were glad she didn’t inherit her father’s ego, even when it came to mashing avocado.

The three of you got cosy in yours and Matty’s king-sized bed, and Matty put Mulan on the TV against the far wall–it was your favourite Disney film when you were young and it was quickly becoming your daughter’s as well.

You never thought you could be this happy. This content. You got all you’d ever dreamed of and more, and you got to do it all with the person you loved the most in this world.

~~~

You smiled, blew out your candles, and hoped for the best.

[gooeyringtown]

Can you do a head canon on Barbie/Gloria in the same verse as the movie? Like they are a couple because OBVI, but with your interpretation on...

who wakes up first?

who is most protective?

who is quick to jealousy?

who is the big spoon?

yes absolutely!! i did quite a lot LMAO so i'm gonna put a little cut-off

*slight nsfw warning for some

who wakes up first? : gloria, usually. barbie is a HEAVYY sleeper and snores very softly and gloria thinks it's very cute.

who is most protective? : both. gloria primarily because barbie is new (at first) to the world and she knows how unnecessarily nasty some people can be. barbie is protective in the sense that she carefully watches how everybody speaks to and treats gloria, especially considering the fact that she knows how futile gloria can sometimes feel.

who is quick to jealousy? : both. but more-so barbie. she has big feelings and they're quick to get the best of her (gloria thinks it's hot)

who is the big spoon? : i love this one and i think barbie would be, even though she's the more gentle one. she loves the idea of being big and strong and protective over gloria, and gloria would adore it sm

who is more affectionate: barbie in public. gloria in private. (she's a huge softie for barbie and 100% always seeks her out for cuddles or a kiss on the cheek, or hand-holding, etc. especially after a day at work and EXTRA when barbie is being cute. which is always.)

who's most likely to apologize after an argument: gloria. i think they're both very rational, but barbie is a bit more stubborn and also an overthinker, so it can be tough to gather up her thoughts and feelings. by the time she wants to apologize, gloria already has.

who makes the first move and how?: both. but gloria starts it. she gets home from a really long, tiring day at work, remembering that sasha had mentioned a project she needed help on, and she's just exhausted. she walks into the house, though, to see barbie at the dining table helping sasha with said-project, nearly finished. dinner's also made on the stove. barbie beams at her and welcomes her home, giving her a big hug and gushing excitedly about how she and sasha worked so hard. sasha goes upstairs to put her stuff away, and barbie has pencil stains on her hand and face, her hair a little windswept, and she looks so simple and so perfect, and gloria says "kiss me." so barbie does.

who is the most insecure and what makes them feel better?: gloria. she doesn't mean to be; she just has some of those days once in a while where everything can feel so difficult. she usually feels better with some alone time. barbie is very understanding of that and loves to set up gloria's home studio with some art supplies and candles and books just in case gloria wants to spend some time in there. she'll also make her some tea/coffee if gloria feels like it

who is the most romantic?: barbie. she is very silly at first as she gets the hang of it (she nearly gets arrested again for trespassing on private property to pick some of gloria's favorite flowers from a garden) but that woman is a LOVERBOY

who can’t keep their hands to themselves?: depends which way… if u mean generally touchy, barbie. if u mean in the saucy way, GLORIA.

who says ‘I love you’ first?: barbie. she says it very passively bc she thought it was obvious, and gloria cries. barbie is kind of like 🧍🏼‍♀️

what do they get up to on a night out?: i feel like they'd love to go to a pottery class where they make stuff for each other. or an arcade. but mainly i think they'd LOVE to go to one of those places where they give you a cake that's already made/baked and you just decorate it. they'd have so much fun and afterwards they'd probably stay up late at home, eating it in the kitchen and just talking for hours

who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings?: barbie

who cried the most at graduation?: BARBIE LMAO. SHE WAS SOBBING.

who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law?: barbie bc she's like 'i've been there, girl.'

what do they like in bed?: barbie likes to be rough sometimes. she also has a thing for gloria whimpering/moaning right into her ear. little bit of a thing for size. and riding. gets super turned on when gloria gets off on her stomach. gloria likes a bit of dirty talk. queen of giving head. lovessss whispering against barbie's lips while she fingers her slowly. has a thing for marks/bruises, espeically leaving them. teasing/edging barbie is her favorite thing, to the point where barbie gets insanely frustrated (sometimes it results in her getting extra rough and flipping them over)

did any of their friends or family want them to get together?: yes. pretty much everybody. gloria's family thinks barbie is absolutely adorable and they could see how much happier gloria became with her around. sasha, ofc, is barbiegloria's biggest shipper but has to be cool about it

who felt romantic feelings first?: ok i think the obvious answer would be barbie, but i hc it as both. though gloria's were much more level and she was like "fuck." and internally panicked and tried to approach it reasonably, whereas barbie was like OH MY GODDDD IM IN LOVE 😭🥹🥹💘 SHE'S THE LOVE OF MY LIFEEEEEE

did either of them try to resist their feelings?: yes. gloria mainly because she feared the change would be too drastic for sasha and couldn't help but imagine if things didn't work out, how messy it could become

what would their lives be like if they had never met?: barbie would be that packaged box of perfection, but without substance and completely superficial. she would have never known imperfection and the joys of being human and the immeasurable beauty in all the mundane things like reading a book, trying a new food, hearing a pretty song. gloria would be lost to the feeling of those impossible standards and spend her life never being free. never feeling good enough. they truly do liberate one another

were they each other’s first anything (kiss, relationship, etc.)?: gloria was barbie's first everything. barbie was gloria's first love, and the only true one. also the one that outlived and outshined all the others

what’s their height difference? age difference?: gloria is 5'1 and barbie is 5'10 idc. barbie is like 34/35 and gloria is 37

who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear?: gloria into barbie's ear, all the time. but once barbie starts doing it, she LOVESSS it. she's so cheeky. and gloria is always death staring her bc she knows damn well they can't do anything

what kind of nicknames do they call each other?: gloria calls barbie honey, mi amor, baby. barbie calls gloria love/my love, babe, and baby also.

who remembers the little things?: barbie mostly.

who’s the stricter parent?: gloria

who worries the most?: gloria. because barbie can be very not careful with some things (like she's still understanding the concept of fire being very hot)

who kills the bugs in the house?: barbie. but she feels bad about it later on and stays up thinking about it sometimes

how do they celebrate holidays?: with gloria's family!

who’s more likely to convince the other to come back to sleep in the morning?: barbieeeee. gloria can't resist that pout and sleepy face

Who’s the better cook?: gloria. her cooking skills are AMAZINGGGGG

who likes to dance?: gloria!! she loves dancing and is great at it omg. that woman can MOVE. she always makes barbie dance with her at family events or any parties where there's music and a dancefloor

bonus random hcs i have written down:

barbie is very athletic and plays beach volleyball and does karate. she works CRAZY hard to get her purple belt, all so she can let sasha have it because that's sasha's favorite color

barbie grows her own roses to make gloria a bouquet for mother's day

gloria teaches barbie how to swim. (barbie has to wear those little kid floaties)

barbie takes her youtube videos very seriously and will be up at like 1am watching a 45 minute video on some shit like how a gecko hatches or something. she'll bump gloria like 'babe look' even though gloria is asleep

they have a little thing they do where they get those paint-by-number sets and do them together. they're collecting them<33

sasha makes barbie do the fire noodle challenge (barbie is sick for like a day)

when barbie gets her first cut/scab, sasha gets her a band-aid and barbie tears up and is all like 'thank you so much sasha. it's beautiful' while petting the band-aid

sasha is like wtf

barbie learns about mood rings and thinks they're actually magical and is so excited to wear it

sasha is like 'i'm gonna tell her it's all based on temperature.' and gloria is all 'no you're not!!'

sasha is a d&d fiend on the dl and barbie asks her about it one day

they proceed to nerd out together

barbie becomes ENAMORED with dragons

barbie and gloria have a shared journal and they take turns writing in it every night before bed

they also have their own book club where they read a book together (barbie especially loves it bc gloria usually reads a chapter or two for them before bed while barbie lays hugging gloria's stomach and gloria plays with her hair.)

ok that's all for now... if i think of any more hcs, i'll make a separate post/pt.2 ☺️

thank you sm for the ask! i hope you like these!!🩷

[denaliwrites]

Something Good to Celebrate

Cale Erendreich x GN!Reader

Summary: It's your birthday.

Soundtrack: Birthday by Katy Perry

Requests: Open!

Warnings: It's Cale Erendreich. Y'all know the score by now.

You were pretty sure Cale had forgotten your birthday.

Not that you did all that much to celebrate it, anyway. But you at least expected him to say just the two words, "happy birthday." It was literally the bare minimum. Yet he said nothing as he passed you your morning coffee with a peck to your lips -- your daily routine now that you lived with him.

He continued to say nothing, also your routine, as the two of you got ready for your respective day at work, and even as the two of you parted ways, entering your respective cars and driving off in opposite directions.

Your coworkers remembered.

They awkwardly sang the song, you awkwardly blew out the candles on the cheap and no doubt dry-as-bone storebought cake, and you all awkwardly milled about the meeting room making small talk until your boss declared the party over.

You returned to your desk, and the rest of your day went as it always did. Uneventful. Boring. A little lonely, despite being surrounded by people.

Despite the "party" at your office, the fact it was your birthday meant very little to your boss, who ended up keeping you late -- much later than you'd anticipated.

It was dark when you finally entered your home, something that was unusually reflected in the interior. You wondered if maybe Cale was late too, but that thought quickly died as you realized that there was light -- dim as it was -- coming from the dining room.

You kicked your shoes off and padded into the room, finding the table set for a romantic candlelit dinner. In the center of the table was a vase full of your favorite flowers, surrounded by lit candles. On the end of the table you were nearest to, two place settings for dinner, and on the other a veritable collection of gifts.

Cale was nowhere to be seen, though noises you were sure were him emanated from the kitchen.

And, sure enough, he stepped into view holding two plates, which he set down before greeting you.

You weren't sure what you expected, but him pulling you into a luxurious kiss wasn't it. You were left breathless as he pulled away with a smirk.

"Happy birthday, babe," he all but purred as one of his arms circled your waist and he led you to the nearest chair. You dazedly took your seat, staring at the meal before you.

It was your favorite. You hadn't even known Cale was aware of your favorite meal.

"C-Cale," you whimpered, taking it all in, "this is... it's so much. It's..."

"Ssshh, babe," he told you quietly, taking the seat next to yours, where the other plate sat. It wasn't packed nearly as full as yours, and you couldn't decide if it was due to Cale's usual eating habits, or if it was so there'd be more for you.

"I... thanks," you finally managed, fighting tears. "It's perfect."

"I know," he admitted with a loving sigh. "This isn't even half of it. Wait until you open your gifts."

You couldn't even think about that right now -- you were still reeling from how thoughtful your meal was. If you thought about what waited for you in the mass of boxes and bags and wrapping paper, you'd probably actually cry.

"Thank you, Cale," you said quietly, looking at him meaningfully. "Really. This is... probably the nicest birthday I've ever had."

"I know," he said again, more somberly. "I wanted to give you something worth celebrating this year."

[into-crazy]

celebrating your birthday with Pennywise headcanons

Warnings- none, it's pretty much fun and fluff, ages 18+

Pennywise doesn't really get or understand the concept of celebrating birthdays.

"Why do humans do this, y/n? What makes it so special?"

You'd just have to try your best at explaining the whole concept to him. He tries to grasp an understanding of it, but he finds it quite meaningless.

The only things he believes should be of importance are the basics for survival. Which to him consists of eating, sleeping, and mating. Everything else seems rather pointless to him.

However, he makes the effort of learning much more about it now. Since you've brought up the fact that your birthday was coming up soon. Concepts which seem to have significance to you, he tries his best to acknowledge them.

After all, you're his favorite little earthling and he really wants to make you happy.

He'd curiously ask you, "so what do you want to do for your date of birth, pretty one?"

"Oh, well I don't know. I don't have anything planned." You'd tell him.

He's beyond ecstatic to hear that, because he can arrange something for you. Light bulbs flash around in his mind like the deadlights.

Pennywise will raid the birthday/party section at your local store. Anything that catches his attention, he'll grab. He ends up with a large pile of items which he stashes in a hidden spot back at his lair.

You notice that his attitude has been extra bubbly lately. It's because he is very excited and can't wait to surprise you.

On the morning of your birthday, he will get everything set up before you even wake up. It doesn't take him too long. He's pretty fast and he will also just figure things out on his own.

Once you wake up, you are instantly greeted with Pennywise grinning above you. Those big blue eyes sparkling into yours.

"Happy day of birth y/n!"

"Aw, thanks Penny."

Because he is so impatient, he practically drags you out of bed and into the living room. Guiding you the entire way with his large hands covering your eyes.

He removes his hands once you're there. "SURPRISE!"

Immediately, you're amazed by the sight before you. There are about four 'Happy Birthday' banners hung up on the walls. Lots of red balloons floating around- courtesy of Pennywise. Party hats scattered in various places like little decorations. Streamers zigzagging right under the ceiling. And colorful tablecloth laid out on the table, with a bunch of stuff on top.

While you take it all in, Pennywise quickly dresses you in a birthday sash and a little crown.

On the table, you find a birthday cake with candles that are already lit. Along with plates and napkins for the occasion. There was also a small pile of gifts made up with things you like and random party favors.

"Do you like it?"

"Oh Penny, I love it- all of it! Thank you so much!"

Pennywise is satisfied to hear that you like everything. Gives you a big wet smooch and a huge warm hug.

You struggle with trying to put one of the party hats on his large head. The string of the article nearly snaps on the poor clown. But you manage to get it on since he likes to feel included.

He ushers you to the cake and sings "Happy Birthday" to you. In fact, he's taken the time to learn and practice the lyrics so he could get it right.

Urges you to hurry up when blowing out the candles because he really wants some cake.

"Go on, make your wish! Blow 'em out, blow 'em out, blow 'em out!"

First Penny cuts out a neat slice for you, then proceeds to devour the rest of the cake. There won't be any left, so don't expect seconds.

You receive a variety of birthday cards with his name signed in every single one. Some of them, it was hard to tell whether he actually read them or if he just swiped them up.

Some honorable mentions include: 'Happy birthday to my ride or die. Love you bunches! -Pennywise' // 'Cheers to you for another trip around the sun! -Pennywise' // 'Happy birthday to my favorite person in the world! -Pennywise'

All of the messages in the cards make you laugh and smile. He's ridiculous, but you love him though.

After such a chaotic start, the rest of the day is left entirely up to you. He will happily do whatever you want to do, since it is your day.

Watch a movie while cuddling.. go out and do something fun.. sit and stare at each other for hours.. Literally anything, you name it.

Spending your birthday with Pennywise was absolutely perfect. You couldn't have wished for anything better.

[misseviehyde]

Fit Bitch

"SURPRISE!"

Tyler leapt in shock as he entered his apartment and the lights flicked on to reveal all his friends and family waiting for him. Colourful birthday bunting hung from the walls and a cake with twenty candles sat on the coffee table.  Grinning happy faces stared back at Tyler's shocked and puzzled expression. Then his girlfriend Holly squeezed his hand and he shook his head wryly at the situation as he realised they were throwing him a surprise birthday party.

"You knew about this?"

"Of course," she laughed, "I planned it for you.  Everyone was desperate to be involved."

"Happy birthday doofus," grinned Mark, Tyler's best mate as he ruffled his friends hair.  Mark's girlfriend Ashley gave him a peck on the cheek and a hug too.  "Happy birthday Tyler."

Moving amongst his friends and family, Tyler felt a wave of love and affection for them all.  He shared a joke with his Dad and gave his Mom a massive hug.  His little sister Mandy stuck her tongue out at him and they laughed.  It was brilliant to see everyone gathered together.  Everyone he loved was here.

Tapping a glass Holly grinned as Tyler's friends and family gathered round to listen.

"Thank you for coming everyone.  We're here today to wish an amazing twentieth birthday to Tyler.  His birthday was always going to be a special day - but it's even more special when we consider everything he's achieved in the last year.  Tyler's kindness and selflessness are a shining example to everyone.  I think that's why we all wanted to meet here today and celebrate... so happy birthday Tyler."

The crowd cheered and Holly reached up to kiss him on the cheek.  "I'm so fucking proud of you," she smiled squeezing his hand.

Tyler flushed, getting embarrassed.  His life in the last year had been crazy.  He'd always been interested in trying to help people, so when he developed a mental health app that went viral whilst still in college, he had been pleased at the response.  Pax was a behavioural app that worked to help support people who wanted to make a positive change to their mental health.  It had proven wildly successful and the fact that Tyler had refused to monetise the app had just made it even more successful as people accessed it for free.

With millions of downloads and users now regularly engaged with the app, he'd found himself a little overwhelmed - but even with all of the offers coming in from big tech companies to buy the app from him he'd refused.  Tyler knew that as soon as some money grabbing company took the app, they'd turn it from a helpful mental health app into some way of making money.  One company in particular - Hyde.Inc had been very assertive with their offers.  They were in a similar field - using behavioural technologies to improve fitness outcomes - and they wanted access to his technology to merge it with their own. He didn't like the company - they seemed, unethical.  He'd refused all their offers so far.

Tyler knew he could make a lot of money if he monetised his app and developed it further.  He'd had to take a couple of years out of university to work on it and although he still had a confirmed place, he wasn't sure if he should just drop out and start work in the tech industry.  A lot of companies were willing to invest and support his future, in the hopes he would come work for them. Until then his parents and a few charities were helping to support him whilst he got the app to a stage where he felt he could leave it to focus on his own studies. At the tender age of 20 he had the world in the palm of his hand but was also not yet fully set on his path in life.

And yet he was so self-effacing about it all.  Tyler was a deeply humble and kind person. He wasn't motivated by greed or pride or ego.  He did what he did out of love.  That was why people liked him so much.  With his talents and skills he could have been rich, but he preferred to stay out of the limelight and do his thing.

Holly beamed at him. They'd been sweethearts since they were younger, having attended school together.  She was training to be a nurse and as she worked with people with mental health concerns, she saw first hand the positive impact Pax was having on people.  She couldn't have been prouder of her lovely boyfriend.

"It's nothing really," demurred Tyler as he squeezed her hand back.  "I just knocked up an app that brought together a load of stuff people already knew. It's not like I solved world hunger or something."

She shook her head and laughed, "Tyler - you're so humble it's sometimes annoying. Just for once, enjoy your birthday and the fact that you're helping so many lives.  Go open some presents."

Tyler grinned and walking over to the large table where people had left gifts - did as she had suggested. There were presents from his Mom and Dad, Holly obviously and all his friends - including a stupid one from Mark (as usual).  But as he walked down the table, he saw there was a very expensively wrapped present sitting slightly apart from the rest.

It was wrapped in rose gold paper and neatly tied with a satin bow.  A crisp handwritten label said, "A birthday gift from Hyde.Inc."

Tyler rolled his eyes.  These people really weren't giving up. He supposed it made sense that they would want to bribe, or influence him, by sending gifts.  He unwrapped the box and whistled as he saw it was an incredibly expensive product from the top of their line.  A 'Fit Bitch' smart device.  They were obviously really desperate to get him to sell them Pax. Putting the box to one side, he opened his remaining presents and for the time being, thought no more of it.

************************************

"Damn it," cursed Tyler.  "Have you seen my watch?"

It was the next day and Holly was getting ready in the other room to go to work.  It was a common daily ritual that they would both rise in the morning and get ready together. The two of them had moved into a shared apartment a few months ago and it was small and compact, but the rent was at least cheap.  They had discovered that working around each other in the morning almost required them to dance around each other.  Having so many guests at the party yesterday had taxed the living room to its limit. 

Holly had just finished a gym class and was slipping into her nurses uniform, whilst Tyler had just showered and was now hoping to spend a few hours writing an update for Pax.  

Cursing, Tyler rubbed his naked wrist.  He knew it didn't really matter, but he was quite particular about certain things and he liked wearing a watch.  He usually just wore a cheap Casio - but there was now no sign of it and he couldn't find it anywear.

Then he saw the Fit Bitch box on the table.  

Ripping open the packaging, Tyler hesitated.  The watch was fully charged, but it did look quite... feminine. It was rose gold, like the packaging and had a bright pink strap.  He shrugged - he didn't suppose anyone was going to see him wearing it anyway, it was just to have on his wrist whilst he worked.  Besides - he was curious to see how it worked.  He'd heard a lot about these kinds of watch.

Slipping the Fit Bitch onto his wrist, he tightened the strap and turned it on.  The screen booted up and he continued getting ready whilst it connected to his home wifi and performed various other initial set up tasks.  

"Bye babe," shouted Holly from the hallway and he gave her a kiss on the cheek as she went out to work. 

Set up complete.  Calibration complete.  Fit Bitch activated.

Admiring the clarity of the display, Tyler saw that the watch was now monitoring his vital signs. He could flick through various menus and there were options and controls for all sorts of apps and add ons. He'd look at them later.  Right now he needed to finish getting dressed.

He'd laid his pants and clothes out on the bed, and slipping off his towel reached down to pick up his underwear.

Inappropriate clothing.

Pain lanced through Tyler's body.  The hand holding the boxer shorts unclenched as he gasped in agony. His hand felt like it was burning, like his underwear was scalding hot coals to him.  A nausea and revulsion like nothing he had ever known pulsed through him and he was almost sick as he fell to the floor retching.

"What the hell?" he gasped, panting in horror as the pain faded.

He looked down at the Fit Bitch.  There was a message on the screen. "Inappropriate clothing?"

Had the watch made him feel like that?  What the hell?

In a fury he reached down to rip off the watch.

Unauthorised removal.

Tyler screamed.  The pain was a million times worse than before. It was the worst, most horrific feeling he had ever known.  It was suddenly as if the thought of removing, or taking off the Fit Bitch was the worst thing that could ever happen.  Pain burned through his body, his temples pounded. Feelings of nausea and revulsion crawled through his body and he nearly bit off his own tongue as his heart hammered and he convulsed on the floor.

"I won't take it off, please stop!" he screamed.

Compliance rewarded.

The pain was gone.  In an instant it was gone and instead a wave of euphoria and bliss was spreading through Tyler's body.   He suddenly felt relaxed and happy.  He felt euphoric.

The feeling lasted only a moment, then he was back to normal.  Picking himself up, he looked down at the watch on his wrist in horror.  He reached towards his phone.  He needed help, he needed to tell Holly or his Mom or even Mark that he needed help.  Maybe they could remove the watch for him.

Disclosure denied.

This time the pain built gradually, but began to intensify.  As his hand got nearer his phone, as his intent to call for help increased - so did the pain.  He stopped and the pain stopped immediately receding rapidly.  It was like the watch had been showing him what it could do.  He knew that if it wanted to, it could make him feel agony like he had never known.  This time though it had warned him, given him time to alter his behaviour.

"This is insane and unethical," he hissed.  "This is illegal.  This damn thing has enslaved me... or at least it's trying to condition my behaviour somehow.  I have to find a way out of this... and I will!"

Pacing his room, Tyler decided the secret lay in using his computer talents.  He'd find a way to hack the watch and get it to release him.  For now, he'd play along - but as soon as this thing was off his wrist, he was going straight to the police.  Hyde.Inc were finished!

Aware he was still naked, he walked over to his clothes.  Even looking at his boxer shorts gave him a feeling of nausea.  "Fine, I'll have to go commando," he hissed reaching out to take his jeans.

Inappropriate Clothing.

Tyler snatched his hand back.  "What the hell? All my clothing is inappropriate? What the hell am I supposed to wear?"

He began rooting through his wardrobe, but every single item of clothing was flagged inappropriate... until.

"Aha," grinned Tyler as he pulled out a pair of grey sweat pants.

Clothing acceptable.

It was then he realised why.  "Shit, these aren't mine. They must have got mixed in by mistake. They're Holly's - she was looking for these.  Oh my God - it wants me to wear female clothing."

Tyler looked with hatred at the watch.  He could just not wear any clothes he supposed. He picked up the sweat pants to throw them into Holly's room.  The Fit Bitch had other ideas.

Pleasure.  Pleasure throbbed up Tyler's arm as he touched the sweat pants.  They were soft and light grey, high waisted and cut to the female form.  Holding them felt good.  Really good.

Tyler gasped as his dick sprang to attention.  Delicious feelings of pleasure pulsed through his body and without even realising it he began to rub and stroked the pants lovingly.  "Ooooh shit, that feels good. I have to try these on," he gasped struggling to get a leg inside.

Underwear required.

There was no pain this time, but the pleasure began to recede and with a whine Tyler ran into Holly's room.  Pulling open her underwear drawer he saw there were numerous choices. He began to reach for a sensible pair of white cotton briefs, but then as his eyes fell on one of Holly's g-strings, the pleasure suddenly began to intensify.

Now it was even more sexual in nature and his dick throbbed and pulsed. It felt like the best orgasm he'd ever experienced in his life was building and his mind was almost instantly made up.  Grabbing the thong instead of the panties he groaned as he slipped them on.

Slutty clothes bonus activated

Sliding the tracksuit bottoms on, Tyler began to cum.  Only he didn't really.  It felt like he was cumming, but he didn't ejaculate.  And the pleasure didn't abate.  He still had a kernel of horniness inside himself that he couldn't get rid of, an itch that needed to be scratched.  He looked at himself in the mirror.  He supposed he didn't look too bad.  Holly's tracksuit bottoms were gender neutral enough.  Perhaps a little tighter fit and his ass didn't fill them up right.  Now he just needed to find a t-shirt.  Holly had plenty of plain white ones.  Again, they'd fit wrong, but he probably wouldn't look too stupid.

He hoped.

***************************************

Walking into the apartment, Holly was surprised to find Tyler home.

She'd known he wanted to work on Pax this morning, but thought he had wanted to go out this afternoon.  Instead he was hunched over his computer, his fingers furiously tapping. He looked like a man possessed.  He also looked strange. She didn't remember him owning he light grey tracksuit bottoms or white t-shirt he was wearing.  In fact... it almost looked like...

"Hey are you wearing my clothes?!?" she asked incredulously.

"Huh, wh... oh Holly, you're home," said Tyler looking up tiredly.  He looked haunted and angry and upset about something.

"Wh... what's wrong?  What's going on?" she asked suddenly worried.

Tyler looked like he wanted to say something, then he suddenly grimaced and his face turned green like he wanted to be sick.

"N...nothing.  It doesn't matter."

"But... but seriously Tyler, what the hell is going on?  Why are you wearing my clothes."

"I told you nothing is fucking going on," he suddenly hissed venomously at her.  "I found these clothes in my washing pile, I was distracted and didn't realise they were yours.  It's not my fault you dress like a boy half the time." 

Tyler had said mean things before when upset, but usually he realised pretty quickly and got embarrassed and calmed down.  This time though, Holly was appalled to see he appeared to be enjoying it.  Worse, he actually seemed to get some sort of thrill of pleasure speaking to her that way.  He actually shivered like he was getting off.

"Tyler, have you taken drugs or something?  You're acting like a psyscho."

"Holly I've had a long difficult day - I really can't explain - but this is not a good day for me. Please stop asking me so many questions and ahhhhhhh," Tyler grimaced suddenly like he was in pain.  "I mean, stop asking me so many questions and leave me alone. I have work to do."

"Fine, fuck you," spat Holly as she turned round with tears in her eyes and stormed out of the apartment. "I'll go see my Mom then and stay at hers tonight - I can't believe you're treating me this way. Something is wrong with you!"

Tyler winced as he heard the door slam.

"FUCK YOU," he screamed at the watch on his wrist.  "I can't believe you made me do that!"

The moment Holly had walked in, he had known there would be trouble.  He'd spent all day trying to hack into the watch, but the encryption on the device was incredible.  It was also monitoring his efforts and blocking his best attempts to hack it properly. 

When Holly had started asking questions he had wanted to tell her everything, beg for her help.  The feeling of nausea had put an end to that.  Worse... once he had started being meaner to her, it had begun to reward him.  It was like the Fit Bitch wanted him to be nasty to Holly.

The worst pain had come when he'd used the word please.  That had been bad.  He looked down at the display.

Unacceptable word.

"Please?  I can't say.... ahhhhhhhh!

The word felt like a coal in his mouth.  Even saying it made his body ache in agony.  "Okay... okay... I won't say it FUCK!"

Swear word encouraged.

Pleasure throbbed Tyler and he gasped as he went from pain to pleasure in an instant.  "FUCK, FUCK, OHHHH FUCK!" he screamed, each time the word left his mouth, the pleasure intensifying.  He began to fake cum again.

"Oh fuck," he gasped after he'd finished orgasming.  "What the hell are you trying to do to me?  Make me mean to my girlfriend and swear more?  Where is this going?"

Turning back to his computer screen - he began to tap away. "I have to find a way to stop this fucking thing..."

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Tyler groaned.  The Fit Bitch was vibrating on his wrist.  It was waking him up.  He'd fallen asleep at his desk, slumped over his computer... his attempts to hack the system still a failure. Now it was 5.30 AM.  What the fuck?

Exercise needed.  Exercise supplies arriving.

There was a knock at the door and Tyler leapt to his feet in astonishment.  Striding over, he yanked the door open to find the corridor empty, but a large cardboard box in his entryway.  Picking it up he walked into the kitchen and ripped it open.  The box was full of more Hyde.Inc technology, including a load of fitness devices designed for body toning and shaping.  There were also sachets of some protein drink and various other work-out supplies.

"What the fuck?" gasped Tyler, not even noticing that the word 'fuck' was now firmly embedded in his lexicon.

Drink protein.  Begin workout.

Picking up a sachet, Tyler groaned as he read the blurb.  "Female enhanced protein supplements... enhanced with advanced hormones to promote healthy growth to give you a bitchy body."

"Oh my God, they're trying to actually turn me into a girl."

Even as he thought about becoming a girl, the wave of pleasure hit him hard.  It was stronger than before... so strong that he groaned in ecstasy.  

Big tits

Tight body

Mean bitch

Drink hormones

Drink hormones

Drink hormones

Tyler gasped as the fit bitch pulsed and vibrated.  Images of hot feminine clothes, bras, panties, tight tops throbbed through his mind as it manipulated the pleasure centres of his brain and made him lust for female things.

Staggering to the sink, Tyler emptied the sachet of powder into a cup and filled it with water. He groaned as he drank the delicious pink liquid it produced, the fit bitch rewarding him with another false orgasm - the strongest he'd ever experienced.

Crawling into the bedroom he saw that Holly still wasn't home - she must still be at her moms.  He tore open her clothes draw and found her work out leggings.  Pulling them on he began to cum again - groaning as the Fit Bitch rewarded him for abandoning the gender neutral tracksuit bottoms and wearing something tighter and sexier.  His cock was rock hard in the clingy leggings as he began to work out.

Complete 50 squats.

Tyler had never exercised so thoroughly in his life as he began the routine. Dressed in his girlfriends super tight clothes he sweated and groaned as he worked out his ass and the pain and pleasure responses of the fit bitch spurred him on.  His stomach gurgled and his head swam as whatever chemicals and hormones was in the protein pulsed round his body.  He felt like he was going to pass out...

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh FUCK!" he moaned.

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Tyler's phone began to ring.  He looked at it in irritation, dropping the razor he was using to shave his body.   He was still aching from the work-out, yet strangely full of energy.  It was 10.30 AM now and the Fit Bitch had made him drink another sachet of the protein mix and go clean himself up in the shower.  Having a smooth, hairless body seemed to please it, so he'd got to work with a razor.

Tyler sighed as he saw it was Holly that was trying to ring him.  

Get rid of her.

He looked down at the message on his Fit Bitch in despair.  The watch clearly wanted him alone and isolated for the time being so it could work on him some more.  He was desperate to ask Holly for help, desperate to beg her for aid - but he knew the Fit Bitch would punish him with pain.

Answering the call, he decided he had no choice but to convince her to stay at her Mom's. But how?

"What do you want?" he asked hesitantly.  He groaned as the watch rewarded him with a pulse of pleasure.

"Tyler.  I... I'm sorry about last night, you were tired and I pushed you too hard. I'm going to come home so we can talk about,"

"Please don't," he said without thinking.

The pain was incredible.  The word 'please' like filth in his mouth.  He had to expunge the pain, he needed the pleasure instead.

"I mean FUCKING don't," he gasped.  The pleasure returned.  Telling Holly to fuck off felt good. It thrilled him in a strange way and made him crave more.  Damn it, the pleasure from the Fit Bitch was so good.  He was starting to get addicted slightly.  His hand began to stroke his cock, almost without realising.

"Tyler, what are you saying?" said Holly in shock.  "Why are you talking to me like this?"

Ejaculation authorised for bitchy responses.

Ejaculation?  It had been days since he'd ejaculated.  The Fit Bitch gave him orgasm after orgasm, but it wouldn't let him cum.  He needed to cum.  Not being able to shoot his load had been frustrating, but now the watch was saying he could cum if he could only rid himself of Holly.

"Listen you dumb bitch," he gasped groaning as his cock got harder and harder and harder.  "I... ahhhh... I don't want to see you.  You've really pissed me off and I need a break from your stupid useless, ohhhh FUCK, idiotic presence... I OHHHH FUCK.... I... just stay away from me!" he screamed, gasping as the pleasure grew and grew.

Pumping his cock like a maniac, Tyler dropped his phone as cum blasted out of his dick and the most powerful orgasm of his life throbbed through his very being.

Ohhhh fuck - why did it feel so good to be evil?

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Tyler had no idea what day it was anymore.  He thought it must be several days since he'd spoken to Holly and he hadn't left the flat since then.  She'd never turned up, just sent some messages about how much she hated him and that he needed help.

He thought maybe his Mom and Dad had come round at some point and tried to get in - but he'd double locked the doors and jammed a chair in the way so no one could get in.  He'd shouted at them to fuck off, and carried on masturbating.  The Fit Bitch wanted him all alone.

He didn't need food or drink anymore - just the protein shakes.  He didn't need do anything except jerk off and use the exercise equipment that Hyde.Inc had provided him. 

Funny thing was his dick seemed to be getting smaller.  He would jerk it for hours now... dressed in Holly's clothes watching the Youtube makeup channels and fashion hauls that the Fit Bitch was forcing him to watch.

From time to time, his hands would go down to Holly's makeup and he would try the techniques on himself.  He was getting pretty good at contouring.  A set of false nails sat ready and waiting.  He groaned as the Fit Bitch gave him a thrill of pleasure at the thought of having them on his hands.  Yesssss, long sexy nails would feel good.

He fondled his chest.  It felt good to rub his boobs - the slowly, swelling tits that were pushing out of his chest and expanding with every protein shake he drank. They were small, but growing in mass the more he exercised and the more he drank.

"Ohhhh fuck, I'm becoming such a slut," he moaned. Saying it sent a throb of pleasure through him. He really was starting to enjoy the transformation now.

It was so hard to resist - to stay sane when your every pleasure and pain response was being used against you.  The orgasms the Fit Bitch could give him were so powerful, he'd begun to crave them. They were like nothing else. He NEEDED those orgasms. 

And the watch was refusing to give them to him now unless his escalated his behaviour.  It was no longer enough to just wear girls clothes - he had to wear Holly's sluttiest outfits. He had to force himself to speak in a high pitched voice.  He had to use words like slut, bitch and whore.  Every now and then he'd try to think of a plan to escape the watch - to free himself from this situation - but then the pain would return.

It was easier not to fight - it was easier to surrender.

And worse... part of him was starting to wonder how far it was going to go and wanting more. Part of him was starting to wonder just what sort of girl he was becoming.  At first he'd thought Hyde.Inc wanted to make him some sort of helpless submissive - but even though the watch had him firmly under control for now, it didn't seem to be encouraging submissive behaviour.

Mean behaviour, yes.  Slutty behaviour... yes.  Bitchy behaviour... definitely.

"Fuck, like OMG - what am I becoming?" he whined in the increasingly bratty voice the Fit Bitch seemed to favour. 

Walking over to the mirror, Tyler realised he hadn't looked at himself properly for days.  The figure looking back at him looked feminine.  She had a toned, plump ass - nicely worked out with wide hips. Her breasts were small... cute and perky.  Pulling up the top he was wearing, Tyler rubbed one and groaned at how it felt.

What would it be like to have big tits? Big slutty teen knockers he could use to get people to do what he wanted.

Walking to the counter he saw there were dozens of sachets of the super enhanced hormones.  A sudden wicked idea entered his head.  He knew he shouldn't... he knew it was insane... but as he thought it, the Fit Bitch made him squirm with pleasure.

"I need bigger tits," he groaned, emptying six packets into one beaker.  The protein shake was thick... sludgy... like pink goop.  Gasping like a whore, he sucked it down... groaning as he felt it flowing into his stomach.  He could almost feel his tits inflating as he did so.

Giggling, Tyler slumped next to the mirror and began to rub his tits, groaning as he did so.  

Good girl.  Big tits are good.

"Ohhhh fuck yesssss," he gasped as he rubbed his increasingly tiny dick.

How many packets of protein could he drink in the next few hours?  He needed those boobs.

He was going to get them.

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Tyler groaned as he sat up and felt the weight of his new heavy boobs on his chest. He no longer knew what day it was.  It felt like he had been in the flat for years, but he knew it was probably less time than that.  After days of pleasure and pain conditioning, the Fit Bitch on his wrist seemed to have stopped. Brushing his long silky hair out of his eyes he crawled through the discarded wrappers of the protein shakes and into the bathroom.  He had to see what this thing had done to him.

His body ached and the horniness he had been afflicted with was fading for the first time in days.  He still felt sexed up - but no longer consumed by a impossible desire to touch himself and masturbate.  It was like the Fit Bitch no longer wanted him trapped in the flat playing with himself.  It was like he was entering another stage.

"Like, what the fuck has this thing done to me," he groaned as he switched on the lights and gasped as he saw his reflection again.

Tyler was gone.  The girl looking back at him was the most beautiful, bitchy, feminine looking girl he had ever seen.  She had tanned flawless skin, a toned body and a beautiful face. She was a Goddess.

He couldn't help but thrill at how beautiful she was.  Could this really be him?  He made Holly look like a total plain Jane.

Physical calibration 90% complete.

Mental Calibration 40% complete.

Subject ready for Stage 2 - Total Bitchification.

"Oh my Gosh," groaned Tyler as he touched himself like he was a mirage.  "This can't be real, I'm Tyler... I'm a boy... this isn't happening."

Inappropriate name.  Inappropriate gender.

Tyler screamed as the pain returned.  He groaned in agony.

"NO!  No I am Tyler... I'm a boy.  I won't let you do this to me."

The pain intensified.

"NO STOP!  Okay!  I... I'm Skylar now.  I'm a girl... I'm a fucking girl!"

Acceptable identity.

"Oh fuck," gasped Skylar as the pain receded. She felt a sudden strange sensation in her crotch.  Looking down she squeaked in shock as she saw that after days and days of shrinking... her cock was entirely gone.  Whatever chemicals, hormones and DNA viral strains the protein shakes contained had finally completed their work.  Skylar had a pussy now.  She really was a girl.

Initiating stage 2. 

Skylar bit her lip anxiously as she looked down at the ominous words on her Fit Bitch and wondered what they meant.  What was Hyde.Inc's end game?  Why were they doing this to her, and what were they going to try and do next?

Sobbing she staggered to her bed and collapsed into it.

Darkness took her.

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Tyler was having a naughty dream.

In his dream a deliciously evil mean girl was bullying his friends and family.  The girl was beautiful - with long sexy brunette hair, a dazzling smile and tanned flawless skin.  She walked with a self-assured dominance - her body barely covered by her tight clingy clothing as she strutted like a Queen amongst her subjects.

Tyler's girlfriend Holly was in the dream, grovelling at the feet of this horny Goddess. For some reason, seeing his girlfriend abasing herself to another woman made him feel turned on and he began to enjoy the dream as he willed the bad girl to dominate his innocent girlfriend. 

"You fucking pathetic loser,"  laughed the hot bitch as she drove her toes into Holly's mouth, "suck my foot like a good slut. Lick off my Goddess sweat." Holly moaned, licking and sucking the girls foot like it was the best thing she'd ever tasted.

The woman slid her big breasts out of her top and began to play with herself... moaning as she squeezed her perfect breasts and rubbed her own nipples.  "Yes, you're just my fucking toy now bitch - and I love it."  The woman's hands went down to her crotch and she began to finger-fuck herself.

"YESSSS! I love being a fucking bitch!"

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Tyler groaned and opened his eyes blearily.  He was half-awake, half still in the dream - but as sensation returned he could feel the weight of the breasts on his chest - and feel his fingers deep between his legs as he finger fucked his new body and moaned like a whore.  

"Oh my God," he gasped squirming and soaking wet as he realised HE was the girl from the dream and he had been fantasising about dominating Holly whilst masturbating in his sleep.  On his wrist an expensive looking watch beeped and he groaned as he remembered his predicament.

The Fit Bitch had done this to him.

It had only been perhaps a week since his birthday - since Hyde.Inc had delivered the evil watch that had slowly corrupted him into a girl.  Through a mixture of pain and pleasure conditioning it had forced him to act more and more feminine - trying to turn him into Skylar... an evil, busty, bitch.  The mind shattering orgasms and pleasure the watch could deliver had quickly turned Tyler into an addict.  The exercise supplements and drugs the company had followed up with, had rapidly transformed his body too.  He'd exercised, masturbated and conditioned himself till he finally had the body that the Fit Bitch approved of.  He even had a pussy now and his dick was gone forever.  Stage one had been completed - his physical transformation was complete.

Now the watch was moving into Stage Two and he wasn't sure if he could stop it. Nothing felt better than doing what the watch told him to do and he felt nothing but nausea and sickness when he disobeyed it.

Nausea and sickness like the kind that was welling up inside him now.  Tyler's head throbbed... his body ached... he felt like he wanted to tear his skin off... he felt so weak and poorly.  He groaned as the pleasurable sensation of masturbating as a girl faded to be replaced by pain.  "Noooooo," he groaned wanting to cum so desperately, wanting to feel his clit explode.

He knew what the problem was immediately.  He was thinking of himself as Tyler... so long as he was thinking as a male, he would feel bad.  There was only one way to stop the pain... one way to get the pleasure back...

Skylar sighed and her lips twitched into a smile as the nausea faded and the pleasure returned stronger than ever.  "Oooooh fuck, I hate that you make me love this so much," she gasped as she squealed and moaned, playing with her pussy and rubbing her tits till with a final eye-rolling moan she cummed and groaned as she squirted hard.

And with a beep - the Fit Bitch fell off her wrist.

Skylar blinked in surprise and looked down at the watch.  Her fingers still sticky with her cum, she slowly sat up and her pretty mouth dropped open slightly.  "Wh... what?" she gasped, looking down at the evil watch lying next to her.  A message was blinking on the display

2% POWER - PLEASE CHARGE TO BEGIN STAGE TWO

Skylar gasped.  The Fit Bitch had run out of power.  She... she was free!  

Leaping up Skylar whooped. She was no longer enslaved to the evil watch, she was able to make her own choices at last!  This was her chance!

She ran to her phone and picked it up.  Now she would ring the police, tell them everything... there must be a way to force Hyde.Inc to reverse this process and turn her back into Tyler. Surely what they had done to her was illegal?  Surely they could turn her back into a boy?

Nausea welled up in Skylar and she suddenly gagged at the thought of turning back.  The thought of wearing male clothes, of no longer having this hot, beautiful, powerful body made her feel disgusted. What was she doing? She couldn't let anyone take this away from her. 

"Wh... what the fuck is wrong with me?" she groaned clutching her head.

You don't want to turn back into a stupid fucking boy.  You like what the Fit Bitch has done to you.

"Noooooo," moaned Skylar as her own mind turned against her.

Aren't you even curious as to how fucking good stage two could feel?  Why don't we charge up the Fit Bitch and put it back on?  Giving into it will feel SO good.

Walking over to the watch Skylar picked it up.  Part of her wanted to smash it.... part of her wanted to wear it again.  She hesitated as she struggled for control within herself.

Holding the Fit Bitch, Skylar thought about how good it felt when it rewarded her for doing the things it wanted her to do. The surge of pleasure - the explosive orgasms... groaning she slid the watch onto the charging station that had come in the original box and staggered away as it began to power back up.  

It has a fast charge facility.  30 minutes and we can begin stage two. What can we do for 30 minutes?

Skylar knew exactly what she could do.

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Masturbating without the Fit Bitch on just wasn't the same.  Skylar bit her lip and whined like a spoiled slut as she urgently pumped her tight pussy with one of the sex toys she'd acquired during her transformation. It still felt good - but it felt like scratching an itch that wouldn't go away.  She knew that no matter how much she touched herself or masturbated - she'd never reach those orgasmic highs without the Fit Bitch.

But there was more than that to it.  It wasn't just a physical thing anymore.  Skylar knew that the Fit Bitch hadn't just wanted to turn her into a woman. It had been programming her to act and behave a certain way.  It had been making her more and more feminine... but there was more to it than that.

The watch had seemed keen to punish her for kind or considerate actions. It had encouraged her to swear... to be selfish... to be mean.  It wanted her to be evil and that was somehow such a turn on.

She groaned as she suddenly got wetter.

Skylar gasped as the orgasmic feelings her body had become addicted to began to return.  As she thought about being bad, about doing naughty, cruel, evil things - the pleasure increased. 

"YES," she hissed grinning and spreading her legs wider.  "Ohhhh FUCK!  That feels good."

Skylar began to fantasize about her best-friend Mark.  He was in a loyal and committed relationship with his girlfriend Ashley.  It would be so easy to seduce him... make him cheat on Ashley... turn him into HER simp.

"OH FUCCCCCK," gurgled Skylar her eyes rolling up into her head at the thought of making Mark kneel between her legs and eat her out.  With a scream, she began to cum imagining ejaculating all over his face whilst Ashley sat in the corner handcuffed to a chair and sobbing.

Skylar screamed and bucked, moaning as she squirted like a fountain - images of using a Fit Bitch on Holly to turn her into an obedient slave - of taking the technology from the Fit Bitch and merging it with her own program Pax to create an app that could allow her to control people filled her horny mind and her body rewarded her with pleasure.

Then it was done and she was left panting and wet on the bed.

Dropping the dildo, Skylar shivered and groaned.  She felt like sobbing too... how could she think such evil and depraved thoughts?  But now she'd thought them, they were burned in her mind.

Pax.... how could she have forgotten about Pax?  That was what this was all about.  Hyde.Inc had wanted to buy the mental health app from her - now she was beginning to suspect why.  Their company were clearly looking for ways to further weaponise this conditioning technology.  Skylar was horrified to realise, in her mind she'd begun to look for (and realise) ways it could be done.

But only a truly evil, spiteful, self-centered ego-maniac would do something so unethical.

The thought made her pussy almost instantly wet again.

"Nooooo, what the fuck is wrong with me," she groaned - hating herself for her depraved thoughts.

It's only natural to resist what we truly want.  The feelings of guilt will pass as we accept what we truly are.  We're only fighting this because it goes against everything we once believed.  But we should just admit we WANT to become more evil because it feels so good.

"No... no we... I don't want to become evil."

YES we do. Put the Fit Bitch back on and let it continue our corruption.  That way we can pretend we were forced... that this wasn't really what we wanted.  Give into it.

Skylar suddenly heard an insistent beeping.  The Fit Bitch was fully charged again and it was waiting for her to wear it.  

What was she going to do?

You know exactly what you're going to do. It's time to start Stage 2.

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Sliding the Fit Bitch around her wrist, Skylar groaned like an addict getting a hit of their chosen drug as she tightened the strap and felt it bond with her body again.  "Fuck, I missed you," she purred - realising she was now just as addicted to the watch that had ruined her as she was to this new body it had given her.

Last time she'd worn the watch not knowing what it was, what it could do.  This time she was putting it on willingly... she just needed to feel its control over her again.  She wanted to experience Stage Two.  What else was she going to do now it had made her like this?

Calibrating.

Good morning Skylar.  Beginning Stage 2.

Your Bitchness goal for today is to achieve at least 100 points towards bitchifying yourself.

"Bitchness goals?" mused Skylar as she read the scrolling text on the screen.  

Completing ultra-feminine, selfish, slutty and mean actions will award points.  You must achieve enough points to hit your daily target.

Skylar saw she now had a 'bitchiness' counter on the watch.  It was currently on 0.  Experimentally, she walked over to the bed and picked out a pink bikini set - the sluttiest one that Holly had owned.  Pulling her big heavy tits inside the cups of the binki and squeezing her tanned, perfect ass into the lower half - she grinned as she saw she'd achieved bitchiness points for her choice of outfit.

Wearing makeup... shaving her body... putting on perfume.  All awarded points.  Speaking in a slutty voice... swearing... rolling her eyes.  They all would reward points now.  The spoiled bitchy behaviour the watch had started to program into her during stage 1 now needed to be reinforced. 

But that alone wouldn't be enough. To hit her daily target, Skylar was going to need to up the ante. 

You wanna become a bitch so badly now don't you?  You know it's wrong, but it feels so fucking good to imagine every last drop of empathy being squeezed out of your tight new body as you become totally evil and self-obsessed. We're going to hit those targets and we're going to enjoy every last second.

Skylar groaned as her pussy got wet and she reached out to grab her phone as she played with herself. Even as she began to message - the bitch counter on her Fit Bitch began to increase...

This was going to be fun...

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Holly was in a complete state.  Her hair was a mess, her face red with crying.  She wiped her running nose on her sleeve whilst next to her Mark shifted uncomfortably on his seat.  He wasn't sure what to say to her as they sat in his living room, but lukily his girlfriend Ashley was.  She hugged Holly and stroked her hair, comforting the distraught other woman.

It was a few days since Tyler had seemingly kicked Holly out of the apartment and she'd been a broken woman since.  With nowhere else to stay - Mark and Ashley had told her she could stay with them for a few days.  They'd all tried ringing or contacting Tyler - family members and friends had even gone round and banged on the door - but they'd all been denied entry. 

"He told me to go fuck myself, he said he wanted to break up.  Why would he say such horrible mean things?  And his voice... what was wrong with his voice? He sounded... like a girl! I caught him wearing my clothes as well.  I don't understand what is happening to him.  He was so happy at his birthday party."

"I don't know babe.  Maybe he's having a mental breakdown?  He's been working so hard on that computer app of his, maybe he's losing his mind?"

Mark felt his phone suddenly vibrate and pulling it out of his pocket, he gasped in excitement.

"Holy shit - Tyler just messaged.  'Come to the apartment alone - I can explain everything, we need to talk!'

Holly looked at him in surprise,  "Are you going to go?"

Mark nodded, "Yes. This could be my one chance to talk some sense into him and find out what the fuck is going on.  You stay here and I'll go confront Tyler and have it out with him. Tell Ashley when she gets back that I won't be long."

"Maybe I should come with you?" whimpered Holly.

"No... not yet.  Let me talk to him first and then if that goes well, I'll message you to come over."

"Okay... good luck."

Holly grabbed Mark and hugged him.  He stroked her hair and gently took her face in his hands. "Don't worry, it's going to be okay. Tyler is the kindest, nicest guy I know.  I don't know what the hell is happening to him, but whatever it is - he'll beat it.  He loves you - I know he does, and that's all that matters."

"I hope you're right," sobbed Holly.

"I know I'm right," said Mark with conviction as he grabbed his car keys and walked out with a determined expression on his face.

Holly watched him go - a spark of hope in her breast.

Sometimes a spark was all you needed.

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Knocking on the door, Mark felt his heart leap as he heard bolts slide back and the door slid open.

"Hiya Mark."

He goggled at the sexy girl standing in the doorway.  She was tanned and toned - her entire body smooth and perfect.  She wore an expensive looking e-watch on her wrist and her soft silky hair tumbled down around her shoulders.  Her body was barely covered up - a bright lime green bikini set barely holding her massive tits under control - her plump round ass prominently on show.  Soft pouty lips curved into an amused smile as she saw his reaction.

"It's me... Tyler."

She winced as she said the name, almost as if saying it hurt her.  "Ple.. please call me Skylar though, it's my new name. I can't use my old one anymore, I'm not allowed."

"Not allowed - is this some sort of joke?" asked Mark in shock, "Where's the real Tyler?  What the hell is he playing at?"

"It IS me Mark," whispered Skylar almost shyly,  "I've changed... I've been changed... I... please come in and I'll explain."

Mark walked into the apartment following the strange girl.  It looked like a hurricane had hit it. There were empty cardboard boxes full of discarded protein shakes - girls clothing strewn everywhere and no one had bothered to tidy up for days. 

"What the hell happened here?" asked Mark in shock as Skylar sat down on the sofa and made him sit next to her.

Holding up her wrist, Skylar looked sadly at Mark.  "You've got to help me Mark.  It's this watch.  It's transformed me.  I can't take it off and it's fully in control of my actions.  It made me become a girl and now it wants me to be bad. I'm frightened as to what it will make me do next."

Skylar explained to Mark what had happened over the last few days.  She was at great pains to make it clear that she wasn't in control of her actions - that the watch was forcing her to do all of this.  Mark was shocked - but as he listened and she told him things that only Tyler would remember or know, he began to believe.  Seeing evidence of his old friend inside this slutty new body made him feel sick.

"Hyde.Inc have to pay for this. We have to go to the police..."

Skylar screamed - moaning, she clutched her stomach and gasping writhed in agony on the sofa.

"Tyler... I mean Skylar... whatever you're called... what's wrong?"

"Aggghhh, the watch is punishing me for even thinking of going to the police.  It gives me pain when I try to do things it doesn't like."

"It's okay - we won't go to the police - we won't!"

Skylar stopped writhing and with a sob sat up.  "Oh thank you Mark."

"We need to get it off you - then we can do something, why don't I just remove it?"

"NO!" snapped Skylar, strangely sounded worried for a moment.  "I uhhhh, it will hurt me if you try. No - the only way to get it off me is to do what it wants so it deactivates and I can take it off."

"Okay," said Mark.  "And what do you have to do to get it off?"

"You have to let me get YOU off," smirked Skylar. "You have to let me suck your cock."

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Skylar wanted to giggle insanely at the expression on Mark's face - he was in total shock. It was all she could do not to laugh and give the game away.  She was proud of her acting skills so far.  She sounded completely plausible as the friend in trouble who needed help.

Well after all - isn't that the truth?

Well yes - except she'd said nothing about having already got the Fit Bitch off and then voluntarily putting it on.  She'd also lied about the pain - the Fit Bitch hadn't punished her once since she put it back on. It knew her lies and deceit were intended to manipulate Mark and had actually been rewarding her.  It had been hard not to groan in pleasure when she was supposed to be in pain. The Fit Bitch had made her feel so good about lying to her friend.

Lying is good... it's worth lots of bitch points.  You love being a naughty little liar.

Tyler would never have lied... he hated people who made things up.  Skylar though... she loved it. It felt good to lie, to say hurtful things. As poison dripped from her lips - the Fit Bitch would reward her.  She was starting to enjoy how depraved it was making her.

NO!

A sudden pang of guilt throbbed through her as she saw the pain and hurt in Mark's eyes.  This wasn't some random person - this was her best-friend.

"What?  Why would you say something like that to me?  How can that possibly be something you need me to do?"

For an instant Skylar wanted to apologise - say sorry. She wanted to tell Mark that this was all a trick, all a game and things had nearly gone too far.  She opened her mouth to speak.

A wave of nausea flooded through her.  She felt her stomach cramp.  This time the Fit Bitch really was punishing her.  Looking down at her wrist, she gasped in panic as she saw she was LOSING bitch points.

Stop being so pathetic and get your mouth round this losers cock.  Once you're sucking him off, he'll be putty in your hands.  We'll easily hit our bitch point target for the day.

Skylar felt a wave of Euphoria and evil flood through her at the thought of making Mark cheat with her. She shivered as her pussy got wet and the Fit Bitch manipulated her pleasure and pain centres, making her want to be bad... to be evil.

Fuck yeah... being bad feels so good.  I love what this fucking watch is doing to me?  Why was I even hesitating a moment ago?

"Oh Mark," sighed Skylar in mock anguish.  "If there was any other way I'd take it.  I know what I'm asking you to let me do is wrong and depraved and wicked - but if it helps me get this damn watch off - you'll save me.  Ashley never has to know.  We can say that you came round, helped me get off the watch and then we can find a way to turn me back to normal."

"I... I don't know," muttered Mark as Skylar reached over and with her painted nails began to rub at his crotch.

"Oh come on, it's not like it will be that bad.  I mean... look at me.  Look at my tits. I'm fucking hot Mark - much hotter than Ashley. Don't you wanna know how it feels to have your cock in my mouth?  Between my big tits?"

Mark groaned as Skylar unzipped his fly and giggled as his swelling cock popped out of the slit.  Taking it in one hand, she cooed and sliding onto her knees in front of him, licked the tip.  "Mmmmmmh," purred Skylar tasting precum and feeling the cock twitch.  Sure - she'd never sucked cock before, but as she felt the Fit Bitch pulse and reward her with pleasure - she knew she must be doing something right.

Being bad is good.  Making boys your toys is fun.

A warm feeling flooded through Skylar as with a horny sigh she began to stroke her hand up and down on Mark's cock and took the head of his dick into her wet pink mouth.  He looked down through guilty eyes at the gorgeous slut sucking him off began to go deeper and deeper with wet gargling sounds.

"Oh fuck, this is so wrong.  We shouldn't be doing this."

Yes we should.  I love cheating on that bitch Holly and Ashley is nothing compared to me. Mmmmh this feels so fucking good.

"Tyl... Skylar... stop... I've changed my mind," groaned Mark - but she ignored him and just took his cock deeper.  His hands reached down to grasp her head - pull her off... but as his hands slid into her silky hair he just found that he was using his hands to help move her head up and down on his cock.  It just felt too good to stop.

"Ohhhh fuck, Skylar... ohhh yes, suck my dick."

Pulling her head off with a wicked smile - pumping his cock to keep it hard, Skylar looked at him with twinkling eyes.

"Suck my dick... what?  What am I Mark... say it."

"Suck my dick you little fucking slut," moaned Mark and Skylar squealed in pleasure. 

Yessss, when he calls me a slut it makes me feel so good.  I LOVE this!

Mark had never been harder. His cock was rock solid and as Skylar squeezed his balls he grunted in ecstasy. Giggling she pulled her head off his dick and began to suck his balls instead.

"Mmmmh, help me get more bitch points - tell me what I am Mark."

He groaned as she popped his balls into his mouth, her nails tickling the head of his dick.

"Y...you're a bitch."

Yes!  Yes.. when he says it, it feels like it's changing me... making me into who I want to be.

"You can do better than that Mark - come on."

"Y..you're a fucking bitch.  A dirty, little slut."

YES YES I AM!

Skylar could feel her watch buzzing and vibrating.  The Fit Bitch was rewarding her, flooding her body with serotonin as it made her enjoy every moment of this.  She shuddered and moaned in pleasure, her pussy was so fucking wet now she could barely stand it.

"That's right Mark.  I'm a fucking bad bitch, and you love it don't you?"

Glancing at her watch, Skyler grinned as she saw she had already smashed her bitch points target for the day.  This was too easy.  

She began to pump and stroke Mark's cock with her sexy hands, using both of them whilst making eye contact. 

"I want you to know something Mark," she smiled. 

"I lied to you earlier.  I lied about the watch.  It isn't stuck on my wrist - in fact, I think I can remove it anytime I like now.  I put it back on because I like what it's doing to me.  Bit by bit it's destroying that loser Tyler and making him into ME.  I'm not quite finished yet - but I already know what kind of girl I want to be. "

Mark gasped as Skylar's hands increased in speed.  She spat on his cock - her hands pumping up and down with confident strokes - her incredible face with their cruel sexy eyes staring into his.

"I want to be the most evil, selfish, slutty and hot bitch I can possibly be.  I want to become so vain and mean that all I care about is me.  I want to have money, power and sex.  I want to be a fucking bitch Mark.  I will have the bitchiest body and the bitchiest mind of any girl in this city.  I will take everything that was Tyler's and make it mine."

Yes... soon that's exactly who I will be.

"N...noooo," groaned Mark realising he'd been tricked but unable to stop Skylar from giving him pleasure. "I'll stop... you."

"No you won't Mark.  You're just going to cum for me.  You're going to fucking cum all over my slutty face."

"Uggghhhh you evil... fucking... bitch," moaned Mark.

YESSS! Keep saying it Mark.  I love how it makes me feel when you call me evil.  Fuck, but it feels so GOOD!

"Yes, that's right Mark... I'm evil... but you're still going to cum for me. Cum for me now... fucking CUM FOR ME!"

"OHHH SHIT!"

Mark screamed - his cock spasming as it began to blast out hot spurts of white cum.  They splashed and landed on Skylar's giggling face as she frantically pumped him and squeezed his balls, milking him for every drop.

"HAHAHA! Oh doesn't it feel good Mark?"

He gasped, spasming and clawing at the sofa - the most intense orgasm he could ever remember having pulsing through his body and making him arch his back.  Then it was done... his cock still in Skylar's hand, cum leaking out and dripping onto the sofa.

Mark was spent - but now his sexual urges were satisfied - he was free of Skylar's manipulative control for a moment.  Groaning he began to sit up.  This evil bitch had used him, but now he was going to deal with the situation.

*Snap*

He felt something snap around his wrist - cold and metallic in parts, rubbery in others.  Bemused he looked down to see that Skylar had take off her Fit Bitch and had put it on his wrist.

"What the hell?" he gasped as she stood up and laughing licked up a drop of cum from the corner of her mouth.

"Stage Two is complete Mark - I don't need to wear my Fit Bitch now.  The pleasure and pain responses it has gifted me are burned into my brain. I've been fully bitchified and there's no going back.  I will experience pleasure when I do evil and bad things and pain if I try to be good or turn back into Tyler.  It's just part of who I am now."

"You pyscho bitch... I'm not going to let you get away with this..."

Mark screamed as sudden agony washed through every limb and fibre of his being.  He screamed and writhed as pain like nothing he had ever experienced lanced through his body.  It felt like he was being skinned alive.

OBEY SKYLAR.  WORSHIP GODDESS

The Fit Bitch on his wrist was beeping and pulsing - sending him a message he couldn't ignore. 

Leaning down, Skylar laughed as she stroked his head and shushed him.

"Shhhhhhh, don't fret my pet.  The conditioning hurts at first, but you'll soon come to love it.  You'll experience only pleasure and rapture when you do things that please me.  If you go against my wishes or my interests - then you'll feel pain."

"Wh... what are you doing?  Ty...Tyler please," whimpered Mark.

"Tyler is gone silly boy," giggled Skylar.  "I understand now what Hyde.Inc wants me to do. The technology in Pax can be weaponised in the same way the Fit Bitch works.  Using pain and pleasure... suggestion and conditioning - I can make people do whatever I want and change them, just like I've been changed."

Standing up Skylar strutted over to the window and gazed out onto the city.  "Thousands of people just waiting to use Tyler's lovely app to help them in their lives.  Imagine what a Goddess who wants the world to worship her could do with power like that?  Doesn't it make you fucking horny Mark?"

"N...no... please... it's not too late," whimpered Mark as the pain subsided and he slowly rose from the floor.

"Oh but it is," smirked Skylar.  "Far too late for you at any rate. I already know what I have to do.  Stage Three is about to begin and it's time for me to go from helpless victim of the Fit Bitch into it's true Mistress.  But first I'm going to need to test out my theories and I'm going to need a henchman to serve my needs.  With a little conditioning, you will be perfect."

Advancing on Mark - Skylar began to laugh as he backed away at the ruthless emptiness behind her eyes.  He bumped up against the wall and groaned as she grabbed his cock and began to stroke it.  The pleasure this time was ten times stronger, the watch intensifying the sensations... making him want to do whatever Skylar asked him too. 

Seeing him moaning in ecstasy and falling under her control, Skylar smiled and leaned in close. "Don't worry Mark - in a few hours time you'll be just as excited about my plans as I am. You're going to love what I turn you into.  You're going to help me deal with Holly and that slut Ashley.  She's not your girlfriend anymore... I AM.  From now on, you're all mine."

She stopped stroking his cock and he groaned, desperately gasping as he willed the pleasure to return.

"Ple... please don't stop, oh fuck it feels amazing."

"Then say it Mark. Say it and I'll finish you off."

"I... I... I'm all yours."

And as Skylar pumped his dick with a huge grin on her face and Mark began to cum again - her mind filled with evil thoughts and desires as she thought about just how delicious Stage Three was going to be.

"Good boy. Now get the car, we have things to do."

*****************************

The car-radio was playing some dumb bitchy tunes as Mark sat and waited nervously for his Goddess to return. It was Skylar's favourite station, but he hated it.  Seeing as that she wasn't here, he reached out to change the channel.

INCORRECT RESPONSE.  MISTRESSES TASTES ARE NOW YOUR TASTES

Pain burned through Mark's body as the Fit Bitch on his wrist sent waves of agony through him and he screamed.  He dropped his arm and hugged himself whilst the pain receded. Damn it, he'd forgotten for one moment that even when Skylar wasn't here - she was still pulling the strings.  She was in control.

He began to sob.

It was only a few days since Skylar had seduced him at the apartment and taken over his life.  She'd turned him into her slave and the worst bit was the conditioning was starting to become natural.  Try as he might to fight it, the watch on his wrist was using pleasure and pain to program him into the perfect pet.  

He patted nervously at his pockets.  He wished he still had his mobile phone - Skylar had taken that from him, along with his wallet.  He wondered whether Holly had contacted the police - whether she had tried to do anything to find him when he didn't return. He thought about his girlfriend Ashley.

ASHLEY IS PATHETIC - YOU HATE HER.

Mark heaved as the inadvertent thoughts of his girlfriend caused the Fit Bitch to activate and make him feel sick and nauseous . The fucking thing could read his mind.  Desperately he thought of Skylar instead... her perfect body, her soft skin... the feel of her lips on his cock.  At once disgust turned to pleasure.

YOU LOVE SKYLAR. SHE IS YOUR GODDESS

He groaned happily and knew that for all that he hated it, this conditioning was working. He already associated Ashley with feelings of disgust and he adored Skylar. It was getting harder and harder not to just want to serve her willingly.

He wondered what was taking her so long.  She'd been inside Hyde.Incs headquarters for nearly an hour now, leaving him waiting in the car like a dog.  An obedient dog... he was Skylar's bitch and he knew it.

The Fit Bitch rewarded him at that mental thought.  The more subservient and worshipful he was of his Goddess, the better it made him feel.

GOOD BOY, GOOD BOY.

He moaned and lay back thinking of his Mistress and how eager he was to serve her.

He couldn't wait for Skylar to get back...

*********************************************

Skylar felt no nervousness or concern as she sat in the board-room and sipped on the excellent coffee the cringing intern had brought her.  Her lips curved into a cruel smile as she saw the beaten cur back out of the room - the Fit Bitch on his wrist clearly responsible for his obedient behaviour.  It made her wet to see another broken boy and a desire to intensify her conditioning of Mark grew in her.

Patience.. it was only a few days since she started and he was coming along nicely. This man had probably been conditioned over weeks, maybe even years.

Skylar was everything Tyler had once been - intelligent, clever, perceptive and mentally-agile; but now married to the body of a mega-bitch and with the limitless desire to dominate and do evil.  Being an evil slutty bitch was her overriding desire - she no longer felt lesser emotions such as fear or anxiety.  Skylar knew that she was better than everyone else, and nothing would stop her.  Not even Hyde.Inc.

She'd been made this way by this very companies products - their evil conditioning watch and their hormone laced protein products.  She had been reborn thanks to Hyde.Inc and now she wanted answers.

"As you have noticed, we don't allow men to have any power here," purred a soft voice causing her to turn in her chair, "they either become female much as you did - or they become enslaved."

A woman had entered the room - obviously important. She wore a very expensive business suit and had blonde hair with attractive features.  Skylar had met her before - a long time ago when she had been Tyler and this bitch had tried to buy her software from her.

"I remember you," she purred rising to shake hands with the other woman.  "You're Erica."

The other woman smiled tightly, the two of them circling each other warily like cats.  Skylar could see immediately this women was like her - but that made her dangerous.  Erica was clearly bright, focused, devious and cruel. 

"You're the owner of Hyde.Inc?"

Erica laughed, "Oh no - I'm pretty important but I'm not the owner. No - she prefers to work though other people. I'm her closest confidant though - so you can be assured if you're speaking to me, you are talking to someone with full authority to act."

"I see," said Skylar warily.  "Let's not waste time. Your company sent Tyler all those products to turn him into me. Your little Fit Bitch unleashed his deepest darkest desires and allowed me to form.  But why?  To turn me into your slave? So I would sell Tyler's software to you?"

Erica grinned, "Well of course my darling.  When Tyler refused to cooperate with us and like some damn fool began using his mental health software for free, we realised we needed to stop him.  Pax is now downloaded onto millions of devices and with a little adjustment, a positive mental health app can become the perfect tool to program millions of minds.  We are happy to give you what you need to develop it further and... weaponise it."

"Why... why help me obtain such power?" mused Skylar warily. "You know I'll just use it to help myself and get what I want. I'm not sharing anything with Hyde.Inc."

"We don't expect you to share anything. My boss is moving on to head up - other projects.  She's been looking for a successor to become CEO of the company and has decided it should be you."

"Me?  Why doesn't she want you to run the company?"

"I have other tasks to perform more suited to my interests.  You on the other hand would be perfect to run this company and develop it's mind controlling technology further."

Skylar mused this over, "Okay - I'll bite - let's discuss the details of what you're proposing..."

Ercia smiled and pressed a button.  Another pretty young woman with a warm smile entered the room carrying a series of folders.  "I prepared the documents just as you wanted Erica," she grinned.

"Thank you Cookie," smiled Erica to Skylar, "She's my assistant from Norway - incredibly efficient, in fact this place would fall apart without her. We all have little nicknames for each other here."

"Whatever," scowled Skylar, "Just show me the details..."

The two women sat down to begin discussing their deal.

***********************************************

Skylar's head was whirling with possibilities as she exited the building an hour later.  She giggled as she slid the contract she'd signed into her bag and looked at the building behind her.  "All this is fucking mine now!" she gloated, pleased at the rush it gave her to know that in a month she would be pulling a seven figure salary and have all these people working under her.

She couldn't believe Erica had just given the company to her.  Skylar was now a 20 year old CEO with all the wealth and power of Hyde.Inc behind her. The mysterious owner of the company continued to maintain a large portion of the shares, but the rest was hers.  She wasn't sure what kind of game was being played here, but she didn't care. Now she could focus on merging the technology of her own discovery Pax with the Fit Bitch and other products produced by HER company.

Walking over to her car, she reflected that she'd have to buy a model more suited to an all powerful bitch like her soon. Perhaps a Bentley or a Porsche?

Her pussy was wet and she felt so fucking horny - her pouty lips twitched into a mean smile as she saw Mark sitting obediently in the car.

Sliding into the front seat, she slid it back as far as it would go and wiggled her daisy dukes down to show her tight shaven pussy. She giggled for a moment, remembering how she used to have a worthless dick down there - thanks to her transformation, that wasn't an issue anymore.

"Eat me out bitch," she laughed, grabbing Mark's head and forcing him down into the foot-well.  He barely fit, even with the seat all the way back and awkwardly got to work as Skylar gripped his hair with her manicured fingers and forced his head down into her dripping pussy.

"Mmmmmh, eat me out loser - serve your Mistress!"

The Fit Bitch on Mark's wrist beep as it detected a work-out going on and began to monitor his life-signs.  SATISFY YOUR MISTRESS - GOOD BOY, it flashed and Mark groaned as he was given a reward for pleasuring Skylar.

"You're going to be such an obedient boyfriend by the time I'm finished with you," groaned Skylar playing with her tits and not caring who saw them through the car window.  "Ooooooh fuck, I have so many nasty plans to carry out... you're going to love what comes next baby.  Make Goddess cum and then drive me home, I have some upgrades to make to my software..."

Skylar began to moan as Mark licked her clit - it felt so fucking good to be the Mistress.

*****************************

"Ma'am, please calm down and repeat that again.  Your boyfriend has been kidnapped?"

Ashley's mascara was smeared and she wrung her hands together as the desk-sergeant in front of her tried to make sense of her hysterical sobs.  She was shaking with stress and hadn't eaten in two days.

"Ye....yes. He... he's been kidnapped by my friend Tyler... only... we don't know if Tyler is still Tyler and we haven't seen either of them for days. We think Tyler is holding Mark hostage we..."

Ashley realised how crazy it all sounded even as she tried to explain.  For three days she and Holly had been searching the neighbourhood. They'd tried everywhere they could think of, but they hadn't been able to find either of the guys.  

BUZZZZZZ, BUZZZZZZZ.

Ashley was suddenly distracted by her phone vibrating.  Checking it in case it was Mark, she saw to her disappointment it was just one of her apps automatically updating.  Wait... it was the PAX mental health app.  Like all of Tyler's friends, she'd installed the app to help him test the software - but if it was updating that means that Tyler must be releasing a new version.

UPDATING SOFTWARE - INSTALLING NEW PAX SOFTWARE TO BLUE-TOOTH DEVICES. HEADPHONES AND WATCH UPDATING...

Ashley gasped as her expensive smart-watch began to buzz too.  What the fuck?  Tyler's software was leapfrogging to all her connected blue-tooth devices.  Her watch was being over-written with some sort of alternative software.

FIT BITCH V.1.1 INSTALLATION COMPLETE.

Her watch beeped and rebooted with a screen and a set-up she'd never seen before.  What the fuck was going on?

Then her phone began to ring.  It was Mark's number.

"Miss - Miss are you okay?" said the desk sergeant impatiently. He was old-fashioned and found all these smart devices tiresome.  He also didn't have much time for time-wasters and that felt very much the case today.

"Wait, please - it's him. It's Mark.  I have to take this."

Walking away from the desk, Ashley took a deep breath and answered.  "Mark?"

"Hello Ashley," purred a woman's voice.  "I'm afraid Mark is busy right now... but I thought I'd say hi.  I'm Skylar.  Hey, are you enjoying your visit to the police station?"

"What?  Who the fuck are you? Where's Tyler... where's Mark?  Wait - how did you know I'm at the police station?"

"Tyler is gone loser and Mark is MINE now bitch.  As for how I know where you are, thanks to the watch you're wearing I now know everything about you.  I know how fast your heart is beating, your exact location, where you've been today... EVERYTHING."

Ashley looked down at her wrist.  The software update...  it had to be something to do with that. She gasped in horror and went to rip off the watch.

"Oh I wouldn't do that if I were you."

Ashley screamed as the pain blasted through her. It was the worst pain she'd ever felt - crippling and soul-destroying. Waves of nausea rose through her and every nerve was agony.  She thrashed as the desk sergeant gave a cry and ran around to check on her.

Through the ringing in her ears Ashley could just about hear Skylar still speaking.

"Get rid of this fool and get out of the station. I can make the pain even worse if you disobey. If you try to tell him what's happening, I'll burn out every nerve in your body and you'll be in agony forever. Ring me back on this number when you're done."

The phone clicked off and Ashley groggily pulled herself up from the floor where she'd fallen.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she whimpered as the desk-sergeant helped her to her feet. "It was just the shock of hearing Mark - I've not eaten properly for days or slept.  I need to go meet him, thanks for your help - but everything is fine now."

The desk-sergeant wasn't sure, but Ashley managed to talk him round and in minutes was stood outside the station, shaking in fear. She walked to her car and got in, ringing Mark's number and waiting for it to answer.

"Hello again Ashley.  That little demonstration was most useful wasn't it," purred Skylar's satisfied voice.  "Do you understand the power I hold over you now?  To be honest, I wasn't sure my little software update would work.  I wasn't sure an average smart-watch would contain the necessary technology to implement the control algorithms - but it turns out Hyde.Inc have been sneaking propriety hardware into their competitors smart devices. They just needed someone with a genius for software engineering to make it work... and I did it. It only took me 24 hours, I really am a genius."

Skylar laughed and Ashley felt a chill run down her spine.

"Not every smart watch or phone has the needed upgrades yet, but I estimate there are millions of devices world wide by now and certainly you and all our friends have them.  All it takes is a little software update by me, and I can transform your once harmless watch into a Fit Bitch.

"Whhh, what do you want you bitch?" screamed Ashley.

"Why my dear. I want to test my upgrades.  At the moment I've only upgraded your app - but in approximately a week I intend to activate a general release that will turn millions of users smart-devices into Fit Bitches under my control.  Then I will truly become a Goddess.  Now listen carefully - drive to this address and don't tell anyone where you are going.  If you do - the Fit Bitch will activate and you'll be in SO much pain.  Also, you'll learn that doing what I want makes you feel good.  Really good. Do you understand.  If so, say 'Yes Mistress.'" 

"Yes," whimpered Ashley and she immediately felt a growing stab of pain.

"I mean yes Mistress."  As she said the word Mistress, Ashley suddenly felt a wonderful feeling of release and pleasure. Her nipples tingled and her pussy throbbed and she felt such delicious pleasure.  As the feeling receded, she found she wanted to say Mistress again - just to feel that pleasure.

"Haha, it's time for us to meet in person. Don't be long."

**************************************************

The hotel suite was large and spacious - a penthouse apartment. Ashley felt her heart in her mouth as she knocked on the door and it opened to reveal her tormenter. She gasped as she caught sight of Skylar. She was beautiful, with a tight tempting body and a perfect wicked smile.  She walked with a bitchy, self-assured confidence and made Ashley feel small instantly.

"Hello Ashley. I'd say nice to meet you, but we have met before. Of course - I was a different person then."

"Wh.... I don't understand," whimpered Ashley as she walked in demurely... feeling a threatening buzz from her wrist every time she even tried to think about violence towards Skylar.

"Haha - haven't you worked it out loser, I used to be that pathetic idiot Tyler."

Ashley was stunned.  It couldn't be true - it just couldn't.  Except - now she looked more closely, she could see that perhaps there was something in those beautiful features that was familiar.  "No... you can't be him. Tyler was the kindest, most loyal, most selfless person I ever met!"

"Haha, and I'm the meanest, bitchiest, most selfish slut you'll ever encounter Ashley," purred Skylar. "Ohhhh you have NO idea how fucking good it felt to destroy Tyler and make him into me.  I cummed SO fucking hard as he died and I replaced him.   He's gone now and I'm in charge."

"No - there must be some part of Tyler left in there. Please - it isn't too late."

"Oh it is Ashley.  At least - it's far too late for you.  You're my fucking slave now and soon you'll enjoy it, just like Mark is starting to."

"Where is he?"  

"Oh, he's out doing some errands. I don't want you two to meet until I've had a chance to test my latest innovation.  You see - when I started playing around with PAX and working out how to corrupt an average smart watch - I also started to play around with other blue-tooth devices.  Now it's time to test that too.  Put on your blue-tooth headphones."

"No, I won't," stammered Ashley. "I won't let you experiment on me any..."

YOU MUST OBEY MISTRESS, flashed her watch.

The pain was intense and Ashley groaned in agony.  "Ahhhh - okay. I'll do it."

Reaching into her handbag she found her earphones and shakily inserted them.  Skylar grinned and picking up her own phone pressed a button.

Ashley winced as a wash of sound - strange static and high pitched whining flooded her ears.  Swooning she fell onto the bed, jerking as her nervous system was overwhelmed by sound.

Then she heard Skylar's voice.

I am a bitch...  I am an evil spoiled brat. I want to be just like Skylar. 

Ashley groaned as her Fit Bitch began to send pulses of pleasure and the hypnotic voice intensified.

I want Skylar to become more powerful. She is my bestie - I love sharing my boyfriends cock with her. We are total bitches together.

"Nooooooooo," she whimpered - but the voice was powerful and when she listened to it and accepted what it was saying - pleasure pulsed through her body.

I am Skylar's friend. I am a bitch. I am evil.

"I... am... a bitch..." groaned Ashley, her hand slipping down to her panties as her resistance crumbled and her eyes rolled up into her head as she entered a hypnotic trance.  Watching with curiosity, Skylar smirked and increased the intensity of the programming using her app.

"I knew I could perfect the conditioning - mmmmmh, Ashley's brain is going to be so fucked up by the time I'm done with her."

Ashley moaned in pleasure - then in pain - as the programming taught her that to obey Skylar was to know satisfaction and to disobey was to know pain.  As she watched Ashley begin to finger herself and moan wetly in pleasure - Skylar began to do the same. This was so fucking hot... corrupting other people was SO much fun.

***************************************

Holly was starting to panic.  "Ashley... Ashley where the fuck are you?  I've tried ringing you six times. Please answer."

Dropping her phone onto the bed, she pulled at her hair in anguish.  "This can't be happening - THIS CANNOT BE HAPPENING." 

First Tyler had abandoned her, then Mark had disappeared and now Ashley was gone.  The last she'd heard, her friend had been going to the police station - but now she had also vanished and according to the unhelpful desk-sergeant, Ashley had chosen not to file a report after all. 

It was like her world was being systematically dismantled.  A few weeks ago she had been so happy. She'd been so proud of her wonderful boyfriend and all the good things he was doing. Now everything was falling apart and she didn't know what to do.

Suddenly her phone buzzed.  Picking it up, her heart missed a beat as she saw she had a message from Ashley.  It was an address - a luxury hotel nearby and it simply said 'Help Me.'

Trembling in fear and in anxiety, Holly grabbed her things and ran to her car.  Ashley needed her help - she had to go.  She was the only one left, but somehow... she would stop this from going any further. She would find Tyler and she would put this right. Whatever was going on - it stopped today.  It would end - one way or the other.

She drove to the hotel... she took the lift to the penthouse... she crept to the door as indicated and found it ajar.  Pushing it open she stepped inside.

"Ashley?"

And darkness took her...

********************************************

Waking groggily, Holly had a moment of panic as she remembered strong arms around her, and a cloying scent in her mouth as someone clamped something over her mouth. She realised immediately she was tied to a chair and it had been positioned to command a perfect view of the room. On her wrist a Fit Bitch had been strapped.  She looked at it in confusion and then surveyed the room. 

On the bed sat a smirking woman - beautiful and wicked looking.  Behind her, arms folded with an equal smirk stood Ashley. She was now dressed in tight bitchy clothes just like Skylar - her hair and makeup done immaculately. She giggled at Holly's expression of shock - her transformation into Skylar's loyal mini-me complete.

"Look at her Sky... she is SUCH a fucking loser. I can't believe she fell for it."

In the corner of the room stood Mark. He was impassive - his face neutral as he regarded her coldly, and in his hand he still held the chloroform that had been used to drug her.

"You're right Ash. She is a fucking loser and now she's totally fucked," giggled Skylar as she winked at her former lover. 

"T... Tyler... is that you?"

Holly recognised her boyfriend immediately.  He had been horribly transformed, but she would always know her Tyler.

A slight wince of pain appeared on Skylar's face for a moment and she smoothed it over quickly with a scowl.

"Tyler - oh my God.  What have they done to you?"  There was so much love and compassion in that voice that to Skylar's surprise she felt a swell of love and emotion for Holly rise up.

"Shut up," snapped Skylar as she twitched uncomfortably.  "Your useless fucking boyfriend is dead... I'm in control now and this is my victory we're about to see."

And yet inside - inside an old voice was rising.

Oh my God - what am I doing?  What have I become?

Skylar grit her teeth as she suddenly realised that not every-part of Tyler was dead. He was still inside her and growing stronger as Holly recalled all the love and affection they had once shared.  

"Uggghhh, I thought this might happen.  That's why I left you till last," groaned Skylar rubbing her temples.  "That's why I wanted you awake and un-programmed - to witness my final ascension."

Wait - it's not too late - I don't have to go through with this.

"Mark and Ashley.  You know what to do."

Skylar shivered as she picked up her blue-tooth headphones and slid them into her ears.  Now she could no longer hear Holly.  Looking her former girlfriend in the eyes, she grinned - but weaker than she would have liked and began to undress.

No... wait... maybe this isn't what I want after all?

Skylar groaned, "I have... to hurry. I'm... I'm turning back into Tyler. I didn't think the conditioning would be vulnerable."

Ashley scowled at Holly. "You idiot - you're ruining everything. Luckily Skylar was prepared for this."

"Ashley - what has she done to you?"

The headphones began to buzz and whine as the hypnotic programming she had tested on Ashley earlier on began to work on her as well.

There is only Skylar. You love being an evil bitch. Tyler is gone.

"Yessssss," hissed Skylar, arching her back and moaning.

Holly means nothing to you. You are finally free.

"NO! Tyler, don't do this!" screamed Holly fighting against her bindings as the pulses of pleasure throbbed through Skylar - reinforcing her programming and self-corrupting her into a bitch forever.

This is what you want. To be evil, powerful and spoiled forever.  You want this for yourself. You want to be the Goddess. You want to be Skylar.

"YES!" groaned Skylar as she beckoned Mark over.  "I want to be the fucking GODDESS! Come here and fuck me baby."

Mark hesitated - looking at Ashley in confusion. She scowled and snapped her fingers. "What the fuck are you looking at me for Mark? You heard Skylar, go fuck her you dumbass."

Laughing she pulled Mark's hard cock out of his pants for him and pumping it dragged him over to Skylar.  "Here you go Sky... I can't wait to see him fuck you."

Skylar spread her legs wide with a moan she slid Mark's fat cock into her tight body.  

"Yes take that fat cock" moaned Ashley as she eagerly watched Skylar get pumped by her boyfriend with devotion in her eyes.

Rubbing her clit, Skylar laughed as her eyes rolled back in her head and the headphones in her ears throbbed and reinforced her own corrupt programming. "I AM SUCH A FUCKING BITCH Hahahahaha! YES I wanna be evil FOREVER! Wipe that fucking loser out. Make me a GODDESS."

The last of Tyler was absorbed - his brain completely rewired to become Skylar's.  It was over, she had won completely.

"Lie on the bed - I want to ride you. Ash bring that loser here."

Skylar giggled as she began to bounce up and down on Mark's cock and her new bestie dragged Holly's face nice and close so she could see every inch going in and out of her pussy.

With a groan, Skylar began to cum... rubbing furiously till her pussy erupted and she began to squirt.  Holly cried as Skylar drenched her and hot pussy juices ran down her face... mingling with her tears.

Sliding off Mark and contemptuously pushing his cock away as if it didn't matter Skylar advanced and slid the headphones out.  There was nothing now - no hint of Tyler left in her cold blue eyes.  She giggled as she pushed her pussy into Holly's face and the other girl tried to twist away in disgust.

"Ohhh don't worry Holly.  I'll help make the pain go away.  Soon you'll feel so happy being my friend. I'm going to add you to my squad. Watching you become an evil bitch like me and Ash will be so much fun."

"Ashley... make her into one of us and make sure she is a TOTAL fucking bitch. I want you and Holly by my side forever."

"My pleasure," laughed Ashley with a hot gleam in her eyes. "Don't worry Holly - it feels so good to be bad."

Holly whimpered as her new Fit Bitch began to vibrate and Ashley laughed. "From now on you idiolise Skylar and you want to be just like her. I'm going to fuck your brain up so bad you'll forget you were ever a good girl. I'm going to make you super fucking nasty."

Skylar wasn't paying attention as Holly was made into one of them. She was already thinking about the next part of her plan.

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It was just a normal day like any other when the updates started to arrive.  Across the world, millions of users of the free mental health app PAX were suddenly surprised to find their phones, watches and headphones all upgrading.

Most people didn't think anything of it... not until the first instructions started to arrive.

In a million bedrooms across the world, men and women masturbated and whimpered as their new programming took.  In a million bedrooms across the world - the first worshippers of a new Goddess were born. In a million bedrooms across the world, the conditioning started.

And high up in a luxurious office on the top floor of Hyde.Inc, Skylar watched it all.  The world would soon be hers.

Flanked by Holly and Ashley - the three bitches wore identical smirks as they watched the roll out.

"Fuck yeah," purred Holly - "you are a genius Sky."

And in an even more exclusive office a thousand miles away in London, a soft pair of pink lips curved into a smile and a manicured fingernail crossed off yet another successful project from her list.

[kneelingshadowsalome]

So~ Arab!Reader has been living in my head and heart for a while now so I wanna share some Reader-isms that are closer to my own cultural experience (ignore this if it's annoying btw no hard feelings whatsoever)

-Her love language is arguing, has not met a hill she wouldn't die on. will sometimes get on the table or ask him to crouch down so they can look eye to eye as she fights tooth and nail over something she stopped caring about like 10 minutes ago but she's having too much fun. calls him "your majesty" or Sultan/Sheikh sarcastically in every argument.

-He told her to just buy candles instead of burning incense that produces so much smoke since "they do the same job anyway", she reacted like he just insulted her ancestors.

-Not a drinker but has a minor coffee/tea addiction, knows every cafe nearby by heart and has a whole set up at home, loves making him try new drinks she found online or from her childhood.

-Will take a million pictures of everything and especially him, doesn't matter what's happening, it must be recorded "for our grandbabies, habibi🥺"

-Desert camping trips!! König can start the fire while she's in charge of preparing tea and coffee. she's mostly excited about finding a dune buggy to rent for a day that's actually comfortable for his size, they ride until sunset when both of them are a sand covered giggling mess. finally they get to cuddle and star gaze, keeping each other safe from the cold desert nights.

-if they ever get married this is an inevitable conversation:

"Liebe, you said we are having a small wedding"

"Mhm"

"the guest list is 600 people minimum..?"

"...yes?"

poor guy, his saving grace is that men have a very small role in weddings here, just sit, take pictures, cut cake, then leave with your bride. no need to write vows, dance, or even kiss in front of people.

-NO PDA!! hand holding is the most they do in public and even that's scandalous sometimes. he tried to kiss her hand in a shop once and she pulled it back so fast he was pouty for like two days after the fact. He learns to appreciate this though because he can clearly tell when she's feeling possessive in public when she clings to his side, loves to tease her about it; "a hand on my lower back, schatz? how indecent of you"

-Cat-calls him as he's going out of the shower but only in Arabic, so he doesn't know how to respond to the wolf-whistles and enthusiastic yelling, the only reason he's sure it's positive is that he gets his face squished soon after, he can at least make out the stretched out word 'Habiiiibiiiiiiii~" Cue flustered mess König

-calls him her Antara, one of the most famous and celebrated warriors in Arabian history, who was also a great romantic and wrote so many poems about his beloved Abla. (Antara Ibn Shaddad, if anyone is curious)

Oh god I'm going feral I’m not even kidding ❤️‍🔥💀

The arguing thing would get soooo interesting because I think that König has an anxious/disorganized attachment style so he’d try to avoid any kind of arguments and disagreements with his woman. If König can’t tame his darling, he’ll just let her have her way so that he doesn't have to suffer from the sudden tightness in his chest.

But... If she’s doing shit like climbing on the table to stare him down, König wouldn't be able to keep a straight face. He'd soon relax into the situation and then start to tease her about her temper. Corrects his posture so that he's still taller than her, and gives her a warm, knowing smile :) His Liebling is so cute when she's angry.

And lol König would be suspicious about the incense, he’s not used to that kind of stuff at all, but he’ll be damned before he says anything. Discreetly tries to open the window sometimes but closes it immediately if darling walks into the room (no use, she already saw him and he's going to get an earful).

But omg no pda??? Very hard for König but he will respect your wishes in this. You can see it in his eyes that he’s being a bit of a sad sulking puppy about it, of course it all dissipates if you put that hand on his lower back... This will be like foreplay to him, you're a forbidden fruit until you two are behind closed doors, and if you “break the rules” while he’s playing nice then whoo. Prepare to get your guts rearranged when you get home!

Still, if König can’t kiss his bride at the wedding he’ll start a war. 600 guests is negotiable, as long as he can kiss her in front of everyone and declare her as his own.

[jahayla-parker]

Birthday Preference: Peter Parker x Reader , Tom Holland x Reader , Harrison Osterfield x Reader , Freddy Carter x Reader , Kaz Brekker x Reader , Jesper Fahey x Reader , Cardan Greenbriar x Reader , Austin Butler x Reader , Nikolai Lantsov x Reader

Description: blurbs and moodboards for each character/person on how you’d celebrate your birthday with them and how they’d celebrate their birthday with you.

Warnings: some slightly suggestive content I suppose

Peter Parker

Your birthday

Peter would go out of his way to ensure you had the best day! While he didn’t have a lot of money to spend on the day, he’d have saved up a decent amount to get you a gift and treats. He’d have purchased the item you’d had your eye on in the store window for nearly a month. He’d get pizza from either his work or your guys’ favorite place and teasingly put candles in it since it couldn’t decide on your favorite cake flavor.

His birthday

You’d of course make/buy him a spider man cake as an inside joke since only you knew his secret identity now. He’d be thrilled but also embarrassed by it. You got him a dog as you had seen him researching local rescues and animal shelters and researching which type of dog was the most protective. Little did you know that he was doing so in hopes to get you guys one to protect you when he was on patrol or otherwise not able to do so himself. But he adored the fact you knew him so well and picked the perfect dog. Plus it took a lot of pressure off him trying to do it alone.

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Tom Holland

Your birthday

Tom would want to spoil you everyday but especially on your birthday. As a result, you two agreed that you were okay spoiling the other on special days like birthdays and anniversaries. So, Tom would take you to an early dinner at your favorite restaurant. When you got back home, he’d secretly had Harry help him set up a surprise party for you. Your closest friends and family were invited and Tom had purchased an insane amount of decorations. After the party, he refused to let you help clean up and drew a relaxing bath for you while he cleaned up. Then you two would fall asleep cuddling in bed.

His birthday

As mentioned, you’d reached a compromise with Tom that you could spoil him on his birthday. As such, you bought him the best gift you could think of, even if it was a bit pricier than you would normally spend on such an item. You knew he had been working too hard lately so you arranged a relaxing night. You’d reserved a private theater for you and him to watch the latest blockbuster he wanted to see. Then you snuck out to a privately reserved rooftop bar for some food and drinks. After that, you arranged for Tom’s family to do a video call with him since they couldn’t meet until the week after. Once the call ended, Tom held you tightly as you went to sleep.

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Harrison Osterfield

Your birthday

We know Harrison likes to be extravagant and enjoys taking care of his loved ones. So, your birthday with him would be no different! He’d throw a large high end party with champagne, glitter, loads of friends, and your favorite cake. If you drink you’d likely end up needing him to carry you to bed that night after the party. If you don’t drink, Harrison would sense you becoming tired and conclude the party; joining you in bed to read for a bit before sleeping.

His birthday

Again, this boy can be very down to earth but also loves luxury things. So, if you two were away from home for his filming or other work projects, you’d celebrate in a more down to earth way. You’d still do the traditional birthday things like cake, candles, presents, etc. but then you’d find a relaxing location for lunch and just enjoy each other’s company. If you were home, you’d usually have a calm day like that on/around his birthday depending on how it landed. But since his birthday always landed on a US holiday, you also would have a party and on the tv you’d have it showing a feed to 4th of July celebrations in America so that you could watch the fireworks.

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Freddy Carter

Your birthday

Freddy would take you on a trip, likely just a small getaway for the two of you to a cute nearby destination. You’d spend the day doing your favorite activities and he’d of course take tons of photos of you on your birthday. It would be a nice and calming day where you got to simply enjoy life.

His birthday

Freddy didn’t have many birthday parties growing up, not big ones anyways. He used to be very shy and reserved, only coming out of his shell around those he knew very well. So, now that he’d gotten much more comfortable around others, especially his costars, you would hold an annual birthday party.

You wanted him to be able to experience a traditional birthday party where he could be his outgoing and carefree self around his loved ones and friends. You opted for him to take the night off from taking photos, instead using his Polaroid yourself to document the night. He of course would steal the camera a few times to get photos of you and you with him.

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Kaz Brekker (a bit long as backstory is needed to keep is as close to cannon as possible)

Your birthday

After Jordie, Kaz never cared for birthdays. He just treated them like every other day. However, when Inej noticed how personally you took it even before you and Kaz started dating, she lectured him on trying a little harder.

The wraith of course knew of Kaz’s hidden (even to himself at times) feelings towards you, so it was easy to get him to act more appropriately on your birthday.

He still wasn’t great at it, but the next year he at least addressed it; which he did each year since.

The year after that, you also found that a “mysterious and unknown” person left a small gift for you in your room. It was of course an item you’d been gazing at but hadn’t thought he’d noticed.

By the time you two became an unofficial couple, he’d taken to not only acknowledging your birthday and finally signing his name on the birthday gift, but also dedicating time to spend with just you.

Usually it would be in his office/room, but it was one of the rare times he’d leave his work alone and just be in the moment.

Once he was okay with labeling your relationship, he decided to tell you that as a gift in a way on your birthday.

As time went on, Kaz continued to try to make you see how much he cared about you and that your birthday was important to him because it was the reason you existed at all.

His birthday

Kaz never really celebrated his birthday. Even before his traumatic childhood, his family didn’t have a ton of time or money.

And now, the thought of the day often brought more memories of Jordie and how it was wrong for Kaz to celebrate a birthday when his brother couldn’t.

Therefore, when you entered his life and tried to find out his birthday he became very frustrated and tried to shut you out even more. He knew you were trying to be kind, but he didn’t feel he deserved it; nor was he sure he wanted it as it implied you cared for him which would put you in danger.

However, you were good at getting information, hence your whole role in the crows and in his life. So, you soon tracked it down, but never told anyone. If they knew, no one showed it.

You would often take food to Kaz’s office unprompted because he never took time to eat. So, you knew it wouldn’t look suspicious to do it on the day you now knew to be his birthday. As such, you made him a standard plate of dinner and departed from Your friend group for the night.

However, you first entered your room. You grabbed a small piece of cake you picked up from a bakery on the other side of Ketterdam very early that morning.

You didn’t want to push it by getting him a real gift right away, instead waiting to see how he responded to this. You then walked to his office, using your boot to knock softly since you had your hands full.

Kaz already knew it was you so he promptly signaled for you to enter.

He nodded appreciatively at you as you set the standard dinner plate on his desk as you always did.

While he hadn’t seen the other plate still in your hand yet, he sensed your nerves so he peered up from his notes in question.

He of course knew what day it was, but no one else should, so he was startled when he saw the cake in your hand.

Kaz glanced up to look into your eyes as he held a stoic expression but slightly raised his eyebrow to alert you to his thoughts.

You gave him a soft smile, “I was at the bakery… and umm.. the lady said it was on sale… so I got us all some for dessert”.

Kaz pressed his lips together as he steepled his hands together over his notes.

He sensed you were lying but he wasn’t sure if that was because you were lying or because part of him hopped you were.

Hating he already showed vulnerability in you having caught him off guard with the cake, he nodded again and allowed you to set it on his desk.

“Actually eat tonight Brekker” you teased as you exited his room.

When Kaz went to put the dishes in the kitchen, Nina stopped him.

“Two plates?” She glared, “and that one looks like it had something sweet on it. Did you eat my last waffle?! I was saving that!”

Kaz rolled his eyes, “I did not eat your precious waffle Zenik”.

“Then why the two plates hmm?” She interrogated.

Kaz groaned, stepping around her swiftly, “y/n brought me the dessert as well”.

“Dessert?” Nina gasped, spinning around to follow him.

“What dessert?!” She asked, offended she didn’t get any.

Kaz halted but didn’t turn around for a few seconds.

When he did, he asked, “You did not have dessert?”.

Nina crossed her arms over her chest, “no. There was no dessert. What game are you playing?”

Kaz’s eyes flickered to the stairway where y/n was standing with inej likely saying Goodnight.

He felt his lips curl slightly into what his body intended as a way to hide his desire to smile but likely appeared as a smirk.

He wasn’t sure why he was smiling, after all he doesn’t celebrate his birthday.

Perhaps you didn’t know, but he still felt smug over the idea that you’d only gotten him cake.

Plus, he knew given your skill, and the timing of it, that his earlier suspensions were likely true; you knew it was his birthday.

As vulnerable as he expected to feel at realizing that, he actually felt almost pleased.

You knew and yet you didn’t make him talk about it, question him on why he hadn’t told anyone, and you clearly understood he didn’t want to make a big deal of it.

He couldn’t express how much that meant to him, to have someone understand him so well and so effortlessly.

Kaz saw Inej smirk before muttering something to y/n but he didn’t look away.

Instead, he watched as your eyes scanned the room until they landed on him.

He relaxed into a faint smirk and nodded again.

You smiled widely and nodded back before giving him a small wave as you excused yourself for the night.

To say Kaz was up late that night wouldn’t be unheard of.

But he wasn’t working, instead he was thinking about what all of it meant and how to proceed.

Yet, in his traditional Kaz way of handling things, after the nonverbal acknowledgment between you two that night before you went to bed, he chose to act as if nothing happened.

However, the next year, he found another slice of cake on his desk; this time with a candle in it.

When you entered later you see if he’d eaten, he smirked and nodded towards the plate.

“You don’t need to talk about it. But I know what today is, and celebration or not, everyone deserves cake” you shrugged.

Since then, before and during your relationship, you and Kaz celebrated his birthday with full acknowledgement of the day (between you two at least).

The others still had no idea, and kaz preferred it that way.

In fact he was pleased that it had been you out of everyone who could’ve figured it out.

It also helped him explain to you a few years later why he hadn’t celebrated before.

And you guys worked together to help him accept that while he didn’t have to, he could celebrate his birthday still and that Jordie would’ve wanted him to.

As time went on, the celebration remained solely between you two and you took extreme precautions to protect his secret while still getting things back to his room to celebrate.

Over time you’d reached a point where instead of a slice of cake and a single candle, you’d been able to have him comfortable with a full (mini since it was just the two of you but still) cake and enough candles for his age.

He even soon let you get him a true gift on that day of the year; reluctantly of course, as he didn’t feel he needed any but knew it made you feel better to give him one.

He soon grew to not despise his birthday but instead cherish the alone time you two had on that day each year.

It was a type of domestic bliss he never expected to have, much less enjoy.

And he knew he never would have had it been anyone else but you.

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Jesper Fahey

Your birthday

Jesper rarely stepped away from the tables, let alone on a consistent basis. However, for your birthday he routinely took a break from gambling.

Although it wouldn’t last more than a day; you both knew that. He still dedicated that day to you, refusing to let the pull of the cards and kruge distract him from celebrating one of his favorite days; the day you were born.

He knew how much you loved his rings and clothes and loved how they looked on you.

But he didn’t feel it was enough to gift you something he already owned. So, he instead bought a matching set of your favorites of his for you.

If there were no heist coming up, he’d try to make a trip to Noyvi Zem with you. You didn’t have any family left but he did and Colm had taken you in as a daughter.

He’d often have a cake and birthday gifts ready when you two arrived.

If that wasn’t an option, he’d gauge your current mood and decide between throwing a party with the crows or having a private date night. Regardless of how it was spent, he made sure to show you how much he cared about the day and you.

His birthday

Jesper always spent at least part of his birthday gambling. However, now that you two were together, you offered to join him.

He was more than thrilled to not be alone, and even better, to have you keeping him company.

You would try a few rounds but unlike your boyfriend, you knew when to stop. You still stayed, now option to solely be his good luck charm.

Or so he called you, regardless of the outcome. To be fair, he was better when you were there, his desire to impress you making him notice more of the other patrons’ tells.

But even if he lost the hand, he would kiss your cheek as you sat on his thigh, his arms around you.

When you joked about you no longer being his good luck charm, he’d scoff and pull you closer to his chest, peppering kisses all over your face.

“You will always be my good luck charm beautiful. Just look at you, you’re glowing” he’d coo into your ear as he waited for the next round.

When you were able to pull him from the tables, you would guide him to the slat. You managed to get the others to help decorate while Jesper was out with you.

He’d of course drink far too much but he had the best night and hardly ever left your side despite his drunken behavior.

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Cardan Greenbriar

Your birthday

Cardan was not accustomed to celebrating birthdays given that residents of Elfhame normally lived far too long to have a reason. However, Cardan would never turn down the opportunity for a party.

Nor would he ever ignore the chance to spoil you, especially when custom dictated you couldn’t refuse the gifts.

So, when he was informed about the traditions surrounding birthdays, he went overboard.

He would throw a large party, wanting you to realize just how many people cared about you.

He’d have the staff decorate the whole castle, but often would go over and adjust things himself as he saw fit.

Cardan ensured your favorite foods and drinks, both from Elfhame and the human world, were present at the party.

After the party, he would guide you (blindfolded) to the library where he had arranged all of your gifts; over ninety-percent from him.

He would lean into the lounge chair as he watched you open each gift; explaining the ones not found in Elfhame.

Cardan would be overly thrilled to see how much you loved the personal gifts and letters he gave you.

However, despite having a great day, it wouldn’t end there.

He was not done maximizing his ability to spoil you.

Cardan drew a bath for the two of you and spend the evening reminding you how beautiful he found you.

His birthday

We all know Cardan loves a party, so while he was not used to celebrating his birthday, he wouldn’t resist your request to celebrate it.

There was plenty of alcohol, Elfhame delicacies, expensive decorations, an Alice in Wonderland themed treat table, and tons of guests.

He ignored most of them however, instead focusing on spending his night with his love.

Not caring that the guests were watching their king closely, Cardan would drag you onto the dance floor of the ballroom.

He began slow dancing with you, even though it did not match the music.

However, the music soon quickly changed to a slower beat as Cardan rested his head on your shoulder.

After the party you let Cardan open his gifts, him sometimes having to have your help understanding what some of them were since your human friends had sent them.

Just when he thought he’d opened them all he watched you slide a wrapped rectangular item across the bed to him.

He delicately -despite his drunken state- opened the gift as he sensed it was more important than the others.

Cardan gasped and his eyes watered as he looked down at a near-mint condition hardcover copy of Alice in Wonderland, “it’s beautiful y/n”.

You grinned and snuggled into his side, “it’s a first edition. Signed too”.

Cardan smiled and opened the cover, seeing the first edition stamp and the author’s signature.

He softly set it next to his bed, turning to pull you closer, “you spoil me too much”.

You knew he couldn’t lie, so he must’ve truly felt that way but you giggled and shook your head, “my beloved, I do no such thing. But, I’m not done”.

Cardan kept his arm around your waist as he watched you reach for your nightstand where another wrapped rectangle rested.

“My queen, you’ve already-“ he began, for the first time feeling as though he didn’t need anything more.

“Shh” you smiled, “or I’ll stop letting you spoil me on my birthday “.

Cardan immediately shut his lips tightly, making you laugh.

You leaned over, giving him a kiss until his lips were no longer in a dramatically thin line.

“Open it “ you said, placing the last gift on his lap.

He squeezed your hip and softly opened the item.

“It’s a collector’s edition” you grinned as Cardan’s eyes flickered over the unique coloring and design on this copy of his favorite book.

After carefully putting the books away, he made sure to show you how much he appreciated you and all you did for him that day.

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Austin Butler

Your birthday

Austin knew you didn’t get to have big parties growing up. So he took great care in planning extravagant parties for your birthday.

He would ensure it wasn’t tacky but instead tailored to your personality and likes.

He purchased your favorite champagne and invited as many of your friends as he could contact.

He’d rented out a nearby hotel to use their event hall for the night.

Without telling you why, he had you get dressed up and head out with him for the night.

When he saw the glee in your eyes when you learned of the surprise party, Austin knew he did well.

As the night went on, he noticed you had grown tired and excused the two of you.

He took her home, helping you wash the glitter out of your hair before tucking you into bed.

After he shut the house down, he cuddled into bed next to you, holding you tightly as you went to sleep.

His birthday

Austin was known for liking nice/fancier things and you knew his birthday was no exception.

However, he rarely had the time to make plans to celebrate given his work schedule.

So, you took it upon yourself to plan it.

You worked with his agent to ensure everything went smoothly and worked with Austin’s schedule.

He knew you were working on this as you often asked his opinions on the guest list or decorations.

Austin was very appreciative as he desired a nice night to relax and have fun but couldn’t make time to plan it.

The night went incredibly well and Austin couldn’t be happier.

Watching you dance while wearing the dress you knew was his favorite on you, Austin decided it was time to leave.

He made his way across the party and whispered to you that you guys needed to leave.

You weren’t sure why at first, but once you made it home Austin more than showed you why he needed to be alone with you.

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Nikolai Lantsov

Your birthday

Nikolai took every measure to make sure you had a wonderful birthday.

He enlisted all of his staff to take care of cleaning the palace top to bottom, making the guest rooms ready for company to stay in, trimming the gardens and sweeping the outdoor pathways.

Nikolai himself decorated while you slept in.

When he knew you’d be waking, he brought a tray of your favorite foods to you in bed.

“Good morning and happy birthday my dearest girl” he greeted, bending to kiss your forehead.

You whines as he pulled back, grabbing at his dress shirt and pulling him closer.

You smiled as you pressed your lips on his, his hand resting on your cheek.

“Morning” you breathed, taking a moment to smell the delicious food he’d brought.

Nikolai chuckled, fixing his shirt, “I’ve seen to it that the library is empty. So, when you’re done with breakfast, it is all yours. No David, no students, all yours”.

You beamed at him with excitement, “really?! Thank you Kolya! Will you be joining me?”

“It would be an honor” he smirked, “now eat”.

“You don’t have any meetings or con-“ you asked but he stopped you with a soft kiss.

“Not today y/n/n” he promised, grabbing your hand.

“Nik, no way Zoya is okay with you rescheduling” you teased, taking a bite of your breakfast.

He laughed and shook his head, his gorgeous hair moving swiftly from the action, “I didn’t reschedule, I reserved the day off”.

You blushed, pulling his hand to make him sit next to you, “I love you”.

He smiled, brushing hair from your eyes, “I love you too moya tsaritsa”.

Nikolai in fact did join you as you rummaged through the library for any books you hadn’t gotten the chance to read yet.

However, he was distracted by his nerves about the party.

He was hoping the party would also serve to get you more comfortable with the palace and your position in it.

Nikolai wasn’t unaware that this role was new to you, but he was always looking for ways to help ease the transition.

He was hopeful that tonight would allow you to relax and find joy in a more public room of the palace, enjoying yourself even while around the kingdom’s subjects.

Fortunately for him, despite your own nerves when learning of his planned event, you did enjoy yourself.

“Thank you for tonight my korol” you grinned, kissing his hand as was the appropriate ending to the night given your new status in the palace.

Nikolai smirked and snaked his arms around your waist, pulling you in for a proper kiss.

He laughed as your eyes widened as you pulled away and silently glanced around the room of guests, “I know lapushka, but this is our home, and I do not intend to behave differently within it; regardless of who is present”.

You blushed as your smile grew, burying your head in his chest.

Nikolai brushed your hair with his fingers, “happy birthday milaya, Ne koroleva!” (Happy birthday sweet girl, Long love the queen)

His birthday

You knew that his new title as king limited Nikolai’s chances to tailor as Sturmhond and enjoy the privateer side of him.

So, you made sure that he got that chance for at least a week each year, whatever week his birthday landed on.

He’d been resistant at first, fearful Ravkans would connect his disappearance with Sturmhond.

But when Zoya agreed with you that the citizens likely expected their King to be absent around a date such as his birthday, he agreed.

He still had his doubts about what his subjects would think, but he could never say no to you.

Much less when you were trying to do something for him.

Plus, he desperately needed time away from the palace and the pressures of being king.

He profusely thanked you as the two of you boarded the Volkvolny, both tailored as your privateer personas now.

You kissed his cheek, ruffling his now colored hair.

He rolled his eyes playfully, pulling you to him by your waist, “enjoying yourself?”

You giggled and shrugged, “I haven’t seen you like this in awhile is all koja “.

Nikolai blushed, the way he always did, tailored or not, when you complimented him.

“Hmm liking the tailored look more?” He teased.

You smacked his chest, “of course not, knock it off. You know better than that!”

Nikolai smirked his signature Sturmhond smirk but pressed his lips to the top of your head, “we should get out there love, I need to make sure we don’t crash”

You laughed and followed him out from his cabin on the ship and onto the main deck, watching as he directed the crew and adjusted the ship’s trajectory.

When he finished he smiled and waved you over, his arms wrapping around you tightly, “I needed this darling, thank you”.

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[stardustedwanderer]

It's understandable that Siffrin likely forgot about their birthday. That's the thing about time loops, time kind of gets away from you. Yes it's a bit of a bad thought spiral to go down with the reminder but… well. He's gotta have a nice thing every so often. And of course there's…. Well. They're going to get a special gift too. Despite the change in weather, there's two distinct pops of sparkles and stardust. One by Siffrin, who gets a little box with a small chocolate cake with dark chocolate ganache on top. There's also a little candle and a match, along with a card. It reads "Happy birthday Siffrin! Hope you like chocolate, I kind of guessed from your love of pan au chocolat. Oh! And there's a culture in my world where you light a candle on a cake and blow it out to make a wish! Just remember not to tell anyone or else it won't come true ;)"

-- Loop gets their own cake. It's lovingly wrapped to be sure there wouldn't be any issues as well. There's another candle and match, for a small ritual of birthday wishes. But the note is different. "My Blazar, I hope you enjoy the cake. I know you don't really need to eat, but it felt rude to only focus on Stardust. I wish you a better new year." The cake is the same flavor, death by chocolate. But the decorations are much more overt. Sparkles and little white pearls to mimic stars. It's distinct. And yours.

[You've been trying not to think about it too much, that's for sure. Not thinking about it some more while you stare at the skies. Not thinking about it at all when you hear something appear nearby - Strange, normally you'd jump at something like that, but instead you look over.

Oh. Might need to sit up for this.]

'Huh.. Gâteau au chocolat..' [You remember someone teaching you that name once, a long time ago. You don't remember who. Or when. Or where. But you remember the name, and that's something!]

[You remember candles too. Even without the reminder you know. Each star representing a year lived - odd to find a ritual with so staunchly set a number you think, as if the years themselves lend some form of strength. Do wishes made in later years hold more power, you wonder..? You feel like this isn't the first time you've asked that. You feel like it won't be the last.]

[It doesn't matter much.]

[You gently place the candle in place, in the middle - It could have been to one side or the other but some instinct tells you the middle is best. More.. Effective? What for you couldn't say.]

[...You should probably wish for this to be over. You think how much you should wish for that as you blow the candles out. Somehow it feels like you did it wrong, like you didn't quite want it but. There's no changing it now.. It's not like wishes can really change much anyway, right? It's just a silly little game people play after all, something to lend more meaning to the event. Something small, and nice.. And harmless.]

[Cake on the other hand? Is very real. And very tasty. As you scarf down a slice you can't help pondering if there's some sort of excuse you could find to have this, so you can share it with your family. You think one might come to you after a second slice.. Maybe.]

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[Under this thrice blasted tree you have no real way of knowing the motions you're mimicking. You understand the importance a little more, even if you question the legitimacy - Is it really a birthday when you have grown no older? When you may never grow older again..?]

[Ah. But that was never the point of the sentiment was it? It was less about age, and more about the fact one exists at all. Exists, even in this form, in this place, locked in time. Unique and distinct, if a little less whole than one once was.]

[If you could smile you would be beaming, instead you do so in more literal fashion, a soft light illuminating the boughs overhead.]

[You are still here. Maybe you won't be much longer, but in this moment you are. And you are loved. What more could you ever wish for than that...?]

[kpop-kitkat]

A Birthday to Remember | Kang Minhee

pairing | boyfriend!kang minhee x f!reader

genre/cw | angst, fluff, idol au, soloist au, birthday, featuring CRAVITY, crying, busy life, secret relationship, stress, very light sexual content, hurt comfort, happy ending

wc | 1.7k

notes | none

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"Annyeong,” Y/n waved to the Vlive camera. “Today is my birthday, and I have some friends coming to visit today for a party,” she explained.

L/n Y/n was a K-pop soloist who was well known across all Asia. She was a vocalist, rapper, dancer, as well as a songwriter. She wrote one of the most popular songs in K-pop history in fact.

Out of all other K-pop groups and soloists, she was closest with the members of CRAVITY, as they were both under Starship Entertainment.

She decided to look at some of the comments.

”How have I been doing? Good, very good. Thank you for asking,” she smiled at the camera, though her beige beret was covering some of her eyes. “When was the last time you saw the CRAVITY members? Umm… I saw Seongmin today. I was eating breakfast in the entertainment building’s café and we sat at the same table,” she answered. “How’s Minhee? He’s good. We talked over the phone this morning,” she replied. After that, many in the comment section asked Minhee related questions. Even some Y/n was uncomfortable answering.

What most people didn’t know, including the entertainment, that Minhee and Y/n were in a secret relationship, and they had been for the past two months. They’d visit each other’s dorms on break time. Of course, the members decided to help them keep their secret from the entertainment, as well as LUVITY. It wasn’t ideal, but they were head over heels for each other. Minhee even told her that he’d leave the group if it meant they could still be together.

”Are you and Minhee best friends? Well, I am closer to him than the rest of the members, so yes, in a way. We met as trainees, before the others joined Starship. But I love them all equally. I do not have a bias,” she smiled.

Suddenly, the lights went out. 

“Happy birthday to you~” nine familiar voices sang. “Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday dear Y/n, happy birthday to you~”, they harmonized beautifully at the end. They set a white cake adorned with beautiful edible flowers in front of her. Once she blew the candles out, they cheered and turned the lights back on. Minhee and Serim took seats right beside Y/n. Unfortunately, Starship was still requiring them to wear masks, so everyone’s faces besides Y/n’s were obstructed.

Y/n couldn’t help but blush as Minhee side hugged her. “Happy birthday bestie,” he giggled. This 'best friend' cover up was the main reason their relationship worked.

“Thanks,” she whispered back. “Who wants cake?” Y/n asked asked everyone, with a slice of cake on a paper plate in her hand.

”I do,” Serim said, accepting the slice Y/n had given him, and then pulling down his mask to eat it.

Seongmin and Wonjin also got themselves a piece. Everyone else either didn’t want one or were on a diet. Y/n herself had a small slice.

”Are you guys making a comeback soon?” Y/n read a comment aloud.

”Yes we are. But no spoilers,” Serim replied with a wink. He jolted at the buzzing sensation of his phone in his pocket. "Oop- guys, everyone in the practice room to learn the new choreo. Except Minhee of course."

Serim was referring to Minhee's shoulder injury. He pulled a muscle, making it extremely painful to dance. Starship let him take a two week break to recover.

 "Boo! I want to stay with Y/n!" Seongmin pouted.

 "Sorry. We'll see you later Y/n," Serim promised with a side hug.

 "It's alright. Have fun!" She waved to the exiting members. She turned to look at Minhee. "Guess you're stuck with me then, huh?"

 "No place I'd rather be," he smiled. 

 "Eww you're cringy on and off camera," Y/n shuddered.

Minhee scoffed and put a hand to his heart, pretending to be offended. "I thought you were my friend."

 "And you're a drama queen," she added with a playful roll of her eyes. "Would you like to read some comments out loud Min?"

 "Sure," he shrugged, leaning towards Y/n's phone to read them. "Shoulder still sore? Yes," he replied, moving his right hand to massage his left shoulder. "It's not as bad as it was thankfully. I'm very grateful the company was understanding and let me take a little break." 

 "Haha. This person was wondering if you've ever had a really bad hair day." Y/n pointed to her phone with her pinky as the other four fingers were wrapped around her StarBucks drink. 

 "Umm, yes actually. One day my hair stylist accidentally confused the shampoo with the hair dye, and she dyed my hair half red when our show was about to start. The fashion stylist had to quickly find a hat that matched my outfit so I'd look presentable," he explained.

 "How come you've never told me this story before? I'm about to die," she laughed, nearly falling off of her chair in the process.

”You never asked,” he shrugged. “Anyways, enough of that. Let’s find some questions for you. It’s not my birthday,” he chuckled.

Y/n’s heart was warmed hearing him laugh. She could listen to it a million times and never get tired of it. Curse this damn secret relationship. Why couldn't they be normal people with normal jobs? No, they were idols. And that meant rules to follow.

“Oh, this one! Who’s your crush?” Minhee turned to Y/n pointing to the question he read on her phone. He immediately turned away due to the close proximity.

”Oh… I don’t really have one. I mean, I used to like Cha Eunwoo from Astro,” she admitted with a slight blush.

”Ooo. He is really hot,” Minhee agreed.

”So hot,” Y/n laughed. “Not as hot as you,” Y/n thought, nearly saying it aloud, but catching herself. She was surprised at how well Minhee was covering up.

Minhee stared fondly at Y/n as she scrolled through the comments. For a second, he had forgotten he was a livestream. He quickly snapped himself out of his thoughts when he looked at the camera. He smiled sheepishly before glancing down to the comments again. 

He was surprised at himself. He found himself dreading this vlive and wanting it to be over, even though he usually loved talking with LUVITY and (your fandom name). 

About an hour has passed before Y/n and Minhee had gotten tired of being on camera and answering questions. 

“Well, I think that’s all for today,” Y/n sighed. “Bye bye,” she waved to the camera as the vlive ended. She sighed deeply. "Minhee... I can't stand this anymore."

Minhee's expression softened as he realized what she meant. "I know baby," he sighed, taking her hand in his. "But it's worth it, don't you think?" He smiled.

 "Of course it is." She moved to where she was sitting on his lap, legs around his waist. She leaned her head into his warm chest. He smiled and kissed the top of her head before laying his head atop hers. "Do you ever wish we were like normal people Min? Like, what if everybody knew about us, and we never had to hide it. Wouldn't you love that?" She wondered.

 "That would be more ideal, wouldn't it?" He chuckled. "But you and I love music. That's how we met. That's what brought us together. And maybe, with time, we can be public, and still do the things we love. Together."

 "Yeah," she hummed in response. She lifted up her head to meet his eyes. "Together." She wasted no time closing the gap between their lips in a loving kiss. Minhee's hand held her chin as he deepened it. He pulled away when his phone rang. Y/n pouted.

 "Yes?- Of course Sir, right away," he ended the call and set his phone on the table beside them. He laid his hands on her waist and gave her a sad smile. "Photoshoot in an hour. I should probably head out."

"Why do you always have to leave when I need you the most," her breath hitched.

 "Please don't make this harder than it has to be baby. I already feel terrible, today being your birthday and all," he carefully removed her from himself and stood up. He inched his way towards the exit and turned around right before he left. "I love you."

She only stared at the ground, too strong to let the tears fall. But when Minhee sighed and turned to leave, he felt arms around his waist. "I love you too," she sniffed as she back hugged him. He turned around yet again to hug her back, breathing in her calming scent. He gave her one last smile before leaving.

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Y/n silently cried in the deafening silence of her and Minhee's shared apartment. He promised to be with her on her birthday, but he'd been busy all day. And suddenly, the door opened.

"Y/n? You home baby?" Minhee's voice rang out, deep and quiet from talking all day. But Y/n only turned away from his side of the bed and pretended to sleep. She couldn't forgive him.

Minhee looked around before assuming she had gone to bed. He sighed in relief, seeing her figure in the bed. He could tell by her breathing patterns that she was awake. Chuckling slightly, he removed the blanket from her face. But her hand quickly grabbed the blanket and put it back. "Y/n~ie," he whined. By now, her shoulders were shaking. Minhee felt awful.

He crawled in bed behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. The only sounds heard in the room were the rising and falling of their synchronized breathing and the kisses Minhee trailed down her neck. He finally finished with his kisses and rested his chin on her shoulder. "I really am sorry for not being with you on your birthday. I know how much it meant to you." It made him even more sorry to admit it. "Please forgive me. I already have a whole day planned tomorrow, just for you and me. Not a wild Seongmin," he smiled.

Y/n shifted in the sheets before turning around to face him. "I forgive you."

 "Thank you," he smiled and touched noses with her. "I promise, I'll give you a birthday to remember."

She hummed in response before pecking his lips. "Any birthday is memorable as long as I've spent it with you."

[bingwriterxo]

one more for the road bing! Humor me please! I hate to be blocking up your inbox. Im not sure how king reader and Tara would wait after they got married for kids especially since the expenses and such. But we all know readers parents would pay for it…there lovely people like that. But I imagine after many tries reader finds out and decides to surprise Tara with a fancy dinner. She’d have her mother help her make a dish somewhat along the lines of duckling with like a sweet orange sauce or a spinach bacon salad. She’s out lights up, music, candles. She’d make Tara sit at the table and would be giddy beyond belief. She’d wait till after dinner when Tara would be finishing the desert. Some raspberry chocolate cake or some sort of sweet. And she would ask Tara to read a new poem she wrote. She would slide her journal across the table and she’d watch as Tara takes the journal and continues to eat only for it to finally click on her head😭 what do you think Tara’s reaction would be bing?-🇬🇧

babes i want all ur suggestions and thoughts all the time!

i love how u named very specific foods, but i’ll throw in a twist. R makes the same food she cooked the night she told tara she loves her; she sets up the back garden in the same way she had set up her apartment — low lighting, rose petals, candelabra

i imagine R would recreate that night each time she had something important to tell tara, and tara does catch onto that fact quickly, but she never says

also, i think it’d go something like this:

tara, eyes wide, mouth open: you’re pregnant?

R, nodding, grinning: yeah, tar. we’re gonna be moms

then i think tara would start crying, like full on sobbing. she’d stand up from her seat and round the table and hug R and then drop to her knees and start whispering to the baby

[shivunin]

Happy anniversary to me and AO3!!

Here is the aforementioned more coherent post. I have divided it in two parts: a little note and a silly and self-indulgent section (affectionate) where I give some of my fics fun lil superlatives. I'll add a couple little factoids to the latter section, too, just for giggles.

But before all that: I'm not gonna get emotional this time, but I have greatly enjoyed writing Dragon Age fic. I told myself three things when I started, all of them comically incorrect now ("I'm only writing this one story," "I will never write a soulmate AU," and "I will never write a DA2 story; no way could I ever hold a candle to what already exists") and I am so, so glad I was wrong on all counts. I have grown so much as a writer because of fic and I have met some genuinely remarkable people. If you have ever commented, written something in the tags, kudo'd, or bookmarked anything I've written (and especially if you have ever sent me a writing prompt, bless you), from the bottom of my heart: thank you. It has been genuinely incredible to share my love of this series with y'all, and I can only hope you have felt as glad of the experience as I have.

That's really all you need to know---that I'm glad to know you, in whatever sense that means. Thanks for sticking around c:

(and thanks to Cullen for scrambling my brain so thoroughly that I am still doing this a year later when I swore it was just going to be the one story lol)

Anyways! (she says, setting up the cake and candles and kazoos even though the room is otherwise empty)---

I was thinking about what to do for this anniversary that only I am keeping track of, and I decided (because of a trip I took when I was sixteen, which I originally recounted here, but which has no bearing on any of this so I cut it) that it would be funny to give my fics their own imaginary certificates. You know, like participation trophies. For my own entertainment (only a few though; there are twenty-three of them, and that's too many awards). Awards follow:

Best Punch: Your Fate for Mine; after I finished Trespasser the first time, I really wanted to deck Solas, so I let Cullen do it for me. It's the best one because it was the most satisfying to write C: (fun fact also: bless him, my husband proofread all the smut in this fic for accuracy lmao. special side award to my husband for being the best)

Best Kiss: Wander the Drifting Roads; nothing has yet felt as satisfying to me as Emma and Cullen kissing in the rain after all that time. I think about it Often. Also I wrote the first draft of this fic in roughly a week and a half---which is why it needed so much editing later :)

Most Persistent: To the Bone; because I swear to whatever higher power is out there, I tried so hard not to write a soulmate story but Salshira would not be stopped. In the end, I couldn't let the idea go and well, here we are.

Specialest Baby: Tidal Lock; because it is my special baby and the first fic I ever completed. I have a soft spot for it, and oddly enough it has the highest kudos: bookmarks ratio of my works at over half. It was extremely fun to write Cullen as a kid (he is soooo serious) and (for me) there's such a pleasant full-circle element to the narrative.

Best Smut: More than Memory; this one is my imaginary people's choice award, since it was received far and away the best of any smut I've written. I think, and it's just my intuition here, that it's on account of all the yearning. But maybe it's actually cus Cullen is, as always, a hot, hot mess C:

Hyperfocus Award: This one's a tie between Misericordia and Saccharine. As soon as I knew what to write for both of them, I achieved that beautiful state of not noticing the passage of time, anyone around me, the existence of my physical body, nor any of my pressing irl tasks. I wrote both of these in a delightful fog and then came back to it later as if seeing it for the first time. Extremely nice experience, 10/10, would recommend.

Blue Ribbon, Gold Star: A Golden Bell Hung In My Heart; this one gets a special extra award because I think it's probably the best thing I've written so far (at least from a technical standpoint, but it has a lot of my favorite elements, as well). It's one of the few for which I knew what I was trying to write when I set out to write it, and I think I achieved it unequivocally. Also, you know. Presents :)

Tumblr Ficlet Award: lol I am not picking only one. Here're my top three ficlets, based on how pleased with myself I felt when I initially typed them out: Lock and Key (I loooooove a good hurt/comfort), A Fool and His Gold (love yearning, too), and A Bond Beheld (because it includes that knight/liege thing that makes the Cullen romance so!!!).

For posterity: Unless I finish this short fenris/hawke piece open in the other tab, my final word count last year is 516,937 which is....a shocking amount. I probably won't surpass that this year, which is fine. I had no idea I had at least 450,000 words to say about Cullen, but hey, here we are.

That's it for this year---and I have no idea if I'll do this again next year---but thanks if you've read this far! I really wanted an excuse to think back on what I've written this year and have a little laugh to myself :) Have a good Thursday and...yeah. Thanks for reading!

[pascals-doll]

sanrio trio

ellie williams x reader

🫧 baby ellie headcanon 🎀 ! (this is my first hc idk how i did hopefully i did okay )

🫧 i went with my little sister to the sanrio store, shes a cutie i miss being a teenage girl anyways this is lowk dedicated 4 her :)

🫧 we dont have enough baby ellie appreciation

🫧 description: MID-2000’s AU! reader loves sanrio, sarah, ellie, and you are a trio, baby!ellie baby!ellie baby!ellie, fluff, more fluff, oh and some more FLUFF, reader is hello kitty obessed, you both are just sweet and awkward teenage girls who have crushes on each other, YOU ARE ALL 15, no use of y/n, use of nickname bunny-boo (reader goes by it and yes i stole it from bratz),reader gives ellie a kiss on the cheek!

one thing that you and sarah had in common. SANRIO.

you were bestfriends with sarah since elementary school. In 4th grade, sarah’s dad Joel adopted an auburn hair girl the same age as you both named ellie.

ever since then, the 3 of you together just became inseparable.

ellie didnt get it at first. 6 months after ellie got adopted and comfortable. you guys went out on a whole going to places and doing activities the 3 of you liked.

this didnt leave ellie out at all as she constantly brings up different space museum and sky-viewings to go too.

you and sarah will also happily get her anything that reminds you of ellie or know she would like.

you guys had went to space museums, viewings, natural history museums, and a space store getting to know all the things ellie loved.

you and sarah listened to all kinds of facts from ellie or being interested along with her as the tour guides showed you all around.

when it came to your turn, you and sarah both agreed on going to a Japanese store; duh there was the sanrio merch.

now this was peek 2003, hello kitty was BLOOMING ALL OVER THE SHELVES

you guys were next level.

hello kitty was your girl and my melody was sarah’s (she just seems like such a my melody girly !)

when you arrived to the store, Joel immediately gave you guys a time. he was not playing around, you guys could cause damage all day in there.

he set a mental timer for an hour and 30 minutes as you and sarah dashed into the store, dragging ellie along.

you guys immediately ran towards the HK section “so is this like anime?” an 11 year old ellie asks, scanning the hallways filled with the cute cat character.

“its a japanese cartoon! so yes, basically” you explain, ellie just gave you a soft smile as she watched you and sarah bring each other different HK’s to choose from.

“and shes just a cat?” ellie picks up a plushie, this one had on bunny ears and an easter basket “yes, a very cute amazing cat. hello kitty saves lives.” you look at her dead serious, walking up to her.

ellie made a face at your serious face“now thank you! you found me the cutest kitty!” you take the kitty from her hands, hugging it.

ellie thought the characters were cute, especially this little black penguin, she goes up to the section and begins to pick up every single different merchandise; admiring it.

you and sarah giggle as you admire the way ellie just found her sanrio character “thats badtz-maru!” sarah exclaims, handing her one of his pins; knowing she was a fan of pins.

her favorite would so be bad badtz-maru

“you are officially a sanrio girly” you tease out causing her to visibly cringe which you and sarah giggle at.

ever since then, ellie thought it was cute how you and her sister would indulge yourselves and each others happiness into these cute characters.

she wanted to indulge with you guys more and more with the years.

it was now 2007 and sanrio, to be more specific had became more mainstream beside just HK

“happy birthday dear bunny-boo, happy birthday to youu!” sarah and ellie say obnoxiously loud over everyone singing your name causing you to giggle out.

“happy birthday to you!” people sang for you in celebration.

you lean down to blow out your ‘15’ candle that was on your hello kitty cake, getting ready to serve on hello kitty paper-plates, hello kitty cups, and hello kitty napkins.

a girl like you needed a hello kitty 15th birthday party.

you having my melody and badtz-maru stickers/pins for ellie and sarah!!

ellie would put the sanrio pins you and sarah would gift her on her backpack, wallet, or key-lanyard; you name it.

ellie cherished all the little hello kitty drawings you would draw for her or even if it was colored from a hello kitty coloring book!

“els! can i come in!” you slightly knock on her door, waiting for to answer “come in, bunny-boo!” you hear her call out from the other side of the door.

“hey! how did you know it was me?” slightly nervous sarah might’ve told ellie about the drawing

“bitch, you’re the only one who knocks” ellie laughs out, moving over on her bed inviting you to sit with her.

you slightly chew on your bottom lil before pulling out a folded up piece of paper from the back of your jean pocket “errm-if you laugh! im never fucking giving you anything ever again in a-” you began to jokingly threaten.

“okay okay! i wont laugh, jeez” ellie says before you handed her the folded paper.

she unfolds the paper to see a sketched hello kitty and badtz-maru on a blanket surrounded by child-like drawn trees; colored in by color pencil.

“its us on a picnic!” you smiled softly, ellie’s cheeks turn into a hue of pink before immediately going over to her desk.

she grabbed a push-pin, going over to the large corkboard above her bed.

it was filed with pictures of you, sarah, and her, pictures of her and joel, and along with it some of her own drawing wish some of your previous ones that you have drawn for her.

“right, here so i can laugh at it once you walk out” she proposed sarcastically.

you quickly grab a pillow throwing at her face. ellie does an exaggerated fall to the floor; hand over her chest.

“awhhh! ya got me”

“shut up dork”

you would at the laugh the sisters would bicker and get annoyed of each other every time you would go over to Joels house.

eventually fighting over who should have you storm off with them (more like ellie).

“ellie get out! you’re officially annoying!” sarah yells out, throwing one her plushies at her after saying a joke she did not like.

“fuck off, you’re annoying! c’mon bunny-boo” she says to you after retaliating at her sister, starting to walk out the door.

now thats when you stand there looking at both of them “you both are annoying” you shake your head, giggling at both of them.

the sisters share a look before looking over at you.

“BOO, YOU WHORE!” sarah throwing a pillow, ellie throwing the plushie sarah threw at her; now at you.

you slept over so much at some point, you just started leaving clothes in sarah and ellie’s rooms

sarah having some of your shorts while ellie took your tee’s

she would wear your hello kitty shirts to sleep or around the house, she loved the feeling of your company the times you weren’t around.

“is that my shirt?” you enthuse your question, the next day as you all watch a show in the living room.

it was a shirt with all the sanrio characters that was light pink and had big pink letters; immediately recognizing it as yours.

“uhh” ellie actually seemed flustered for some reason. you giggled out “you love my clothing, its okay” you say sarcastically.

sarah being completely amused by the two of you. she knew you both were gay for each other before the both of you even knew.

“i do not like that girly shit”

“yeah, like i said…love.”

ellie is 10000% a supporter of your obsession, same with sarah

anything that she sees HK, shes sending a picture, drawing it from memory, or if she has the money for it. she’ll buy it.

one day you all went back to Joel’s after school and Joel had offered to take wherever you guys wanted.

“lets go to that cool comic shop, i need the new addition of savage starlight!” ellie comments, enthusing on her comic.

once you guys got to the comic shop, ofc being you.

wherever you went, hello kitty was right there with you.

after going to the savage starlight section, while you were looking around you seen a familar giant red bow.

you quickly tap sarah as you both squeal out of excitement.

“what?! what is it!?” ellie looks up from the comic book alarmed. you both look over to her with wide eyes while you’re still pointing.

“oh..you both are dramatic as fuck, lets go!” before rushing with you both.

they had selections of stickerbooks, actual books even though most of them were for 3 year olds, and posters.

sarah immediately picked up some my melody posters and a stickerbook of all the characters.

you on the other hand had 2 posters and were struggling in between which one to pick out of all of them.

“c’mon bunny-boo, you cant be serious!” ellie laughs at your indecisiveness “oh-she so serious” sarah utters with a smile, helping you by skimming through some of the books.

you give her a fake pout “hm, choose for me then, williams” you say, coming to a descision for yourself.

ellie gets flustered for a second, you just looked so adorable as you pouted. it made her stomach churn around.

ellie baby, poor girl had the cutest crush on you.

it was purely platonic of course, you were her best-friend.

i till the summer of 8th grade that you guys went out to walk the beach pier.

you had 2 cute pigtails in and these pink full body-overall shorts with a light blue t-shirt under.

and that was the the literal death and gay reawakening for ellie williams.

thats another story tho

“pssh, easy” ellie tries to play if off with a coy smile as she steps infront of you, beginning to skim through with her sister.

you’re not dumb, you can see ellie silently begging sarah to help her choose

it made you smile and also your heart flutter.

she didnt know, you didnt know.

it was just the purest form of crushes.

“okay, i gotcha. we can go now!” ellie announces, putting the book in the air before handing it to you.

you giggled at her dramatic ways.

“why thank you, els” you boost, blush spreading across your face.

sarah internally gagged but was also routing for her gay sis!

that same night you slept over at her house, this night you guys choose to sleep in ellies room.

you guys were binging south park as s display of different snack options were sprawled in front of the 3 of you.

at some point, sarah had fallen asleep which left only you and ellie awake

“shh, listen. shes gonna start snoring soon” ellie utters quietly and amusingly.

you shake your head no till you heard a random snore which you couldn’t help but laugh alongside ellie.

“did you like the book i choose?” ellie asks you genuinely.

you go to pick up the book, it was a hello kitty book about a rainy day; the cover had HK holding an umbrella with a raincoat and rainboots on the cover.

“i love it, now i have a reason to read a book!” you joke out, before giving her small kiss on the cheek.

ellies face stood there blank and pink, turning your cheeks pink as you both just stared at each other in silence.

ellie tried to do everything to calm down her racing heart but fuck was it not working.

ellie takes a slight breath, trying to come back into reality.

“you’re blushing” you grin ,putting your hand to try to squish her cheek.

“hey! so are you!” ellie says, trying to dodge your hand playfully.

“as your sister, seeing that was so sad” guess she wasn’t asleep after all.

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part 2 reaction to wayv fifth year anniversary video!

Yangyang making me cry ;_;

Chaos because Hendery couldn't read Ten's writing

因爲太吵了所以沒有時間覺得無聊 uwu

Man can't even read his own writing T_T

雖然我知道很難但謝謝你們理解我 ;_;

Kun thanked the members and the members teasing amongst themselves over the ordering X'D

WAIT Yangyang just made that all up XD

Hendery continuing to make shit up and put words in Kun's mouth X'D

Kun, resigned

LOL so Hendery wasn't even making up the entire thing, he was just taking key words from Kun's letter and twisting them X'D

They're gonna do 1v1 compliments now? X'D

Ok but Yangyang was legitimately very sincere to Dejun? :3c

Omg...Yangyang hyping up Hendery too ;_; He's like, you're a great moodmaker and you make us laugh, but you could also express yourself too

Hendery: I worry that... Yangyang: No you don't need to worry

Sincere Yangyang....he's a good boy

哭! 哭! 哭!

Yangyang: 隊長, 辛苦你 Kun: 不辛苦 Y'all? Why am I being so emotional???? Is it because Yangyang is always heeheehahas that this is touching? Is it because they're speaking in Chinese? idk.

Yangayng: Because everybody under you is a person who does not listen Damn, the facts

Yangyang: You don't have to worry about people not paying attention to you, because you just have to ask, and everyone will give it to you <3 CRYING!!!!!!!

Yangyang did the whole "we're not very smart, so you have to tell us your feelings" thing like BRO!!!!!!!!! I WANT TO CRY!!!! Yangyang is killing me!!!!

Yangyang's words for Ten are surprisingly...professional? And it makes sense. Yangyang was saying how Ten was actually their sunbae from the beginning, since he debuted before all of them with 7th sense. And Yangyang was like "where we sometimes weren't good enough, you put up with us" but like in a nicer way.

And unspoken is the fact that Ten had to learn a new language and a new set of cultural norms to be with WayV. And Yangyang was like "thank you for understanding us"

Yangyang switched to Korean to extend words of support to Ten for his upcoming solo projects :3 Being like "just call out to us when your'e lonely <3"

Yangyang said that he hadn't seen Winwin in a long time and that when he came back, he gave them a lot of strength T_T

Yangyang said that they were very happy when Winwin would be openly happy with them T_T

Yangyang saying that Sicheng is a gege they have to love and protect <3 T_T because he has a very unique position within WayV and that is true!!!!

Kun and Yangyang just voluntold to do speeches forever X'D

LOSER

Ten: We all became fat this year

Ten so anal about the candle being in the back

And then Hendery taking away the cake candle in the front

Early but that's alright

GANBEI

Sicheng being like "fans will often use these kinds of stickers on fanletters" like thanks for noticing dude lol

YANGYANG KISS MARK WAS REAL

Oh man Yangyang the MVP for this video T_T I knew he was more emotionally mature than his rambunctious on screen self, but...he was really sincere here! And I liked that everybody was seriously listening to him and understanding that those were his true thoughts. Despite his antics, he does appreciate and admire and love all of his members. !!!!!!!! YANGYANG!!!!!!!!!!