#because i wish to eat a third donut

[hanzajesthanza]

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[bellysoupset]

Long build up, but with emeto pay-off. TW: implied smut. Sugary dripping romance. Finally the lukebell fix.

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Lucas had nearly dropped his phone outside of the balcony when he got Bella's text.

She had gone out of her way to avoid him ever since that horrible "talk", where she had boldly declared that she could and would figure a way of stop loving him. The incident where he took her home hadn't changed this one bit and nearly two whole months after, Luke was still not over it.

So to get a text from her was monumental, to say the least.

Bells: We need to talk.

Ominous as hell, but he would take what he could get. He didn't have it in him to even pretend he hadn't been staring at her contact wishing it would light up, instead he was immediately calling her back.

She picked up on the third ring.

"Oh that was fast."

"Hi," Lucas felt a smile break across his face as he heard her voice. Damn he missed her, "is everything alright?"

"Yes, yeah... How are you?"

He frowned at the small talk, but played along, leaning back against the rail of his balcony, "bored out of my mind, missing you," Luke answered truthfully, "what about you?"

"Lucas..." she sighed, not one bit amused by his declaration. He closed his eyes, loving the sound of her voice even if she sounded annoyed.

"Bella, why do we need to talk? Are you alright?"

"My graduation is Friday night," she told him and he opened a big smile.

"I know, baby, summa cum laude. I'm so proud of you," he said, because he'd have to be crazy to forget. Her academic achievements were her pride and honor, seeing as she was a full ride scholarship student, and so they were also his pride and honor.

He heard her breath catch, then her clearing her throat, "well, yeah... Anyway, the party is Friday and my mom is coming and I didn't- I didn't tell her we broke up."

Lucas frowned, confused, "why not?"

"She'd make a big deal out of it and then make my whole graduation about you and our breakup and I didn't want that. It's my graduation, goddammit," she sounded very annoyed by the thought and even though he should feel insulted, Lucas couldn't help but smile.

"Alright, thanks for the heads-"

"I need you to come," Bella interrupted him, "as my date, I mean. To the party."

"Oh," he raised his eyebrows, "are you sure?"

"Yes, we're both adults, we can play along for one night, right?" it sounded like she had rehearsed this bit. Lucas smiled.

"Of course, yeah... Do I need to match?" he was so excited it was embarrassing and it was showing in his voice as it went up a note and butterflies filled his stomach.

"Just put on your deep blue suit," her voice too sounded all weird, strangled, "meet my mom at the Uni's grand amphitheater, Friday at 7 PM, then we'll ride together to the party."

"Alright."

"...Thanks, Luke."

"Anything, Bells," he swore, "and congratulations, you deserve this more than anyone."

"Thanks," her voice came out even more choked up than before, breaking as she said, "I have to go. See you Friday, don't- Don't be late."

****

By the time Friday rolled up, Lucas had worked himself up into a mess of nerves. Completely unlike him, he skipped practice that day, which had immediately cued his friends on sending him a string of worried texts.

He had gone out for breakfast, but given up eating halfway through his donut, as he felt a weird twinge in his belly. His hands were sweaty as hell, as if he'd see Bella in an hour, not in ten.

When he did, finally, pull up to the amphitheater, Luke was sure he was going to vomit. His heart was hammering away. He had brought her flowers, a bouquet of purple tulips, wrapped in black tissue paper. Something Bella would actually like, unlike the horrid ring that had destroyed their relationship.

Bella's mom, Marisa, was waiting for him and she waved, smiling brightly. Bell definitely hadn't told her what had happened.

"Hi Lucas," she tiptoed to kiss his cheek, fixing his tuxedo lapels, "you look so handsome."

"You look great too, Marisa," he smiled back. He loved the woman, way more than he liked his actual family. It was a pity that this would go up in flames once Bella actually told her about the break up, "let's go in? Is Bell already inside?"

"Trembling like a leaf," Marisa agreed, with a fond smile, "she was worried you would be late."

"Never," he rolled his eyes, offering her his arm and guiding her inside, along with all the other parents and guests.

They managed a great seat, just on the third row and Marisa looked around in pure awe, "this is such a good university," she said, poking his arm, "my Isa is a brilliant girl."

"She is," he agreed, using the program to fan himself. He felt overly warm and sticky, "did she tell you she's graduating with the highest honors?"

Bella's mom shook her head, so Lucas launched himself at a detailed explanation of what a summa cum laude meant and how fucking proud she should be of her daughter. The entire time the woman wouldn't stop smiling at him, in that fond manner that made him want to crumple and tell her this was all a farse.

"You love her very much, I can hear it in your voice."

"I do," he nodded, looking away, "of course I do- And they're about to start."

The ceremony felt like it went on for forever. Despite graduating with honors Bella didn't do the speech, she wasn't the type. In fact, Luke couldn't help but snort as he saw Bella walk on stage, looking pale as hell even under the makeup.

Her eyes searched the audience and then she found them and opened a little relieved smile, so he winked back at her, raising both thumbs up as she waited for her turn.

They clapped and whistled as she got her degree, blushing like hell and looking away from them with a fond headshake.

The party was outside of the university grounds, in a big ballroom decorated just for the math and technology students. During the car ride, Marisa wouldn't let either of them speak, rattling non stop while sitting in the backseat and Lucas was glad for it, because if he started speaking he was sure he'd give them away.

His chest hurt just from looking at her. Instead he moved a hand from the steering wheel, planting it on her knee and Bella's whole face went up in flames, but she didn't push it off, intertwining their fingers and answering her mother.

The entire time she had her black graduation gown on, so Lucas felt like air had been stolen from him when Bella did jump off the car and stripped it, revealing the midnight blue dress under.

His mouth hung open and Marisa let out a snicker, poking his ribs, "Cierra la boca antes de que entren las moscas, hijo," she smiled and Lucas blushed, snapping his mouth shut. After four years, he knew enough spanish to understand at least that.

"You look amazing..." he said dreamily and Bella didn't bother hiding her smile, whole face lighting up.

"You think?"

"Yeah, breathtaking," and the butterflies were back with vengeance, as his eyes dragged down her body, "let's- Let's go in?"

He was the perfect gentleman. He pulled Bella for the first waltz, then invited her mother and grabbed all of them drinks, even though he couldn't find it in him to drink the champagne. His eyes kept drifting off to Bells and the way her ginger curls framed her face, all pulled up in a complicated knot on the base of her nape.

"You're staring," she smiled, after some older fella invited her mother to dance, causing both Bella and Luke to grin in an amused manner.

"I am," he shrugged, "you're... So beautiful. What an idiot I was."

Her cheeks never quite ceased to be pink, but they got redder again, "Lucas..."

'Let's dance," he said, standing up and ignoring as the butterflies bat around his stomach, "one dance."

"We already danced," but her eyes were alight with mirth. He knew she wanted to as much as he did.

"One dance, baby," he took her hand in his, kissing the knuckles and she rolled her eyes, swooning.

"Fine, one dance."

Unlike the first one, that had been out of obligation, this one he felt like himself. One hand moving to the small of her back, the other one holding her hand in his. He leaned in, pressed his temple to hers and Bella let out a sigh.

"You can't do this to me."

"I'm not doing anything," Lucas whispered back, pulling her around the ballroom.

"Wooing me," she scoffed, breath hot against his cheek, sending a shiver down his spine, "like it's easy."

"Loving you is easy," he planted his lips on her temple, kissing over her brow. He twirled her around and Bella's blue dress shimmered, before she was back against him, arms wrapping around his neck.

"And if I take you back?" she whispered, "will it still be easy?"

"Not all the time," he admitted, even if he wanted to say yes. He wanted her back, but not lying to her, "but I'm willing to work through it. Fight for you."

She snorted, tugging on the collar of his tux, "Lucas-"

"I don't think it's going to pass, Bell," he admitted, pulling back to look her in the eye, "not for me."

"Do you mean that?" her voice was all small and frail. He nodded.

"It's not going to pass. It's incurable."

She let out a breathy, watery chuckle and then tugged at the lapels of his tux, pulling him in for a kiss, "I know," Bella whispered against his mouth, "I think it's terminal."

He had missed kissing her. More than anything. Lucas stopped swaying to the music and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her up and kissing her harder, which caused her to bite his bottom lip, nose brushing against his.

"I love you," she whispered, in between kisses, smiling, "I love you still."

He wanted to bolt with her, but they couldn't, not yet. Instead he wrapped her up, whispering the same in her ear and continued the dance, whole body crashing as he let out a breath he had been holding for months now.

****

"I love your dress," Lucas panted, as they stumbled back into his apartment after dropping her mom at the hotel, his hands trailing down her body and bunching up the fabric, "get out of it."

She giggled, turning around and slamming the door shut with both hands, offering up her back for him to unzip it. She was only wearing black lacy panties under it and he felt dizzy with how much he wanted her.

He trailed his hand up her freckled back, removed the pins from her hair and let down the mane of auburn curls, smiling widely, "you're a fucking vision."

"Shut up," Bella rolled her eyes, turning around and moving her hands straight to his belt, kissing him hungrily, "start undressing. "

******

He woke up alone in bed, much to Lucas' dismay.

No sign of Bella and his head was throbbing like hell, even though he hadn't drunk alcohol at all the previous night. It it wasn't for the marks all over him, the path of hickeys she had left on his chest and thighs, he'd have thought he had dreamed of her.

Then he heard a clank in the kitchen and his heart sped up all over again.

Lucas got up, only to groan. His stomach hurt, all tender as he gingerly put on his boxer briefs. By now he no longer thought the constant nausea were butterflies. He sighed, this was so not the time to get sick. He'd just have to suck it up, he was not about to ruin this perfect morning.

Bella was leaning over the stove, wearing one of his shirts and grilling bacon, so he wrapped his arms around her, kissing her neck, "morning."

"Morning," she smiled, turning her face to kiss him. The fact that he could taste bacon in her tongue made him cringe, but still he kissed her back before pulling away.

Immediately she let out a whine at the loss of contact. He leaned against the dry part of the sink, filling a mug with coffee, but just a sniff of it was enough to make his stomach churn even worse, so he settled for simply holding it in his hand, appreciating the warmth.

"My mom texted, she wants us to go out for lunch," Bella smiled at him, "in two hours, so we probably shouldn't overdo with breakfast."

She was so smiley, he couldn't help but smile back. Or try, it looked more like a grimace.

"I think I'm gonna skip it," Luke said slowly, picking his words carefully as he watched her smile vanish, "it's not that I don't want to, but-"

"But?" she pouted, raising an eyebrow, "you already had plans...?"

He winced at the mere implication and shook his head, "no, I'm just not feeling too hot..."

Bella sighed deeply, removing the bacon from the stove and planting them all over a plate, before putting the frying pan inside the sink and turning on the cold water. A cloud of greasy smoke raised and Lucas moved away from it instinctively, feeling his belly gurgle in pure disgust.

"Bella, say something."

"You said you'd work for it," she scoffed, hands on her hips, "like actually put in an effort."

"I know, I don't- I'll go. Let me just get a shower, alright?"

Now the wrinkle was even deeper between her eyebrows, "so you were lying about not feeling well?"

"I wasn't, Bella, c'mon," he pinched his nose bridge and she scoffed.

"What, Lucas?"

"Bella," he shook his head and then felt a cramp on his side that made his stomach turn even more. His mouth filled up with bitter tasting spit, "I wasn't lying."

"But now you're magically better!" it was clear they'd have to work over these issues, the distrust and quickness to anger, which they had managed to leave behind in their first year of dating were back in full force. The realization that he had set them back four years turned his stomach even more.

"I'm not -" he cringed as a burp snuck up on him and Lucas pressed his hand to his mouth, "shit."

Bella looked taken back by the sudden display and then concern washed over her features, "Luke?"

He couldn't answer. The kitchen smelt so much like bacon and his belly hurt, pulsing with pain and sloshing uncomfortably. He gagged, then turned around quickly, facing the sink just in time for the one glass of champagne he had had last night to make a reappearance, along with stomach acid, all over the frying pan.

"Oh my, Lucas!" Bella quickly moved forward, holding his elbow with one hand, the other in the middle of his back, "what the fuck, are you hungover?"

"Didn't drink," he shook his head, gagging again, "I- I don't know..."

"Is this a bug?" she frowned, worry dripping from her words, "baby, sit down... Sit down."

"No," Lucas white knuckled the sink's granite, "feel sick."

She rubbed his back gently, fingers going up to comb the hair at his nape, "breathe, Luke..."

He belched again, wincing as it seemed to come from the deepest part of his stomach, pain echoing all over, "my stomach really fucking hurts."

"Was it something you ate?" Bella's hand sneaked to his naked stomach, touching around, "Luke?"

"Don't think so...Stop- Stop touching me, it hurts..." he attempted to straighten up and pushed away from the sink, wrapping an arm protectively around his stomach and staggering to the living room. Bella followed suit, hands hovering as if she could actually catch him in case he collapsed.

He sat down on the couch, folding in half with a groan, "I think it's a bug," Lucas said and Bella circled the couch, crouching down in front of him.

"How do you know?" she frowned, cupping his cheeks, then his forehead "you're feverish."

"Was feeling sick yesterday too," he explained, muffling a sick burp against his fist and leaning back, gulping nervously, "I think you should go, Bells, I don't want you to catch this-"

"You were literally inside of me yesterday, a little late for that," she snapped, climbing on the couch to keep touching him, frantic in a way that was very unusual to his girlfriend, "why didn't you say you were sick yesterday?"

"I thought it was nerves," Lucas leaned on her touch, "why are you freaking out?"

"I'm not," her voice got a weird tone and he forced his eyes open, raising a single eyebrow. Bella looked away, "last time I saw you this pale you were in a hospital, Luke..."

"Oh yeah," he opened a tired smile, feeling his belly gurgle sickeningly, "you were at the hospital then. We never talked about that."

"And we're not talking about it now either," she glared at him, hands cupping his face, "are you in pain? You look like you're in pain..."

"Just a stomachache..." he winced and leaned forward again, gulping down, "ugh... Get me a bowl?"

Bella rushed back to the kitchen to retrieve a bowl and Lucas pressed his elbows to his knee, burying his face in his hands. It all hurt, cramps squeezing his lower belly. Almost like it was pulsing.

He felt more liquid slosh up and gulped down, not wanting to make a mess. This was unfair, he had just gotten her back-

"Here," Bella held up a big mixing bowl in front of his face and he grabbed it with shaky hands. One of her hands remained on it, while the other one cupped his forehead, "were you feeling this sick yesterday? Did you throw up?"

He shook his head no, unable to speak and then retched. Nothing came up, but the pain flared up and he couldn't help but whimper. Bella cursed, unable to do anything to help.

With one soft, airy burp more of his stomach acid came up. He really didn't have anything to puke, he hadn't been able to eat anything yesterday with the constant butterflies.

"Fuck," he leaned back and Bella planted the bowl in the coffee table, combing his sweaty hair. He was covered in cold sweat and when he glanced down his belly seemed puffy, pressing against the boxer briefs, "great way to restart dating."

She let out a nervous chuckle, cupping his cheek, "you'll be fine for a second? I just need to call my mom and let her know we're not going."

"You can go, baby-" he turned his head to look at her, lazily, "it might be good-"

"I'm not going," her voice was final and he didn't have it in him to fight her, everything hurt and Lucas wanted his girl.

"Okay..."

She planted a kiss on his brow, then got up to call her mother. Vaguely, through the pulsing, he could hear Bella say "yeah, he's really sick" followed by a string of spanish he was too tired to try to translate. She sounded upset.

"Luke," Bella startled him and he realized he had curled up in a tight ball in the couch, trying to ride out the pain. She was holding the phone between her cheek and shoulder, "baby, let me check something."

She forced him to remove his arms from around his belly and then pressed gently around. The first push caused him to gag, but the second one didn't hurt at all- Until she pulled her hands back suddenly.

It felt like he had been shot.

Lucas let out a shout, curling up again and sobbing, "what- why are you doing this?!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry-" Bella whimpered, rubbing his arm, then said something in spanish, followed by, "¿que hago ahora?!"

He looked up, tears clinging to his lashes, "Bell, I don't feel well..." chills wrecked through him, "I don't know what you did, but I don't feel well..."

"We're going to the hospital, Luke," Bella decided, ending the call without goodbyes and getting up, "give me one second to put on pants."

"Hospital...?" he pressed his face to the couch cushion, starting to lose conscience, "no, Bell, no hospital..."

Next time he opened his eyes there were paramedics around him, wearing the distinctive red that set them apart, Bella's face all anxious in the background.

"-Appendicitis, symptoms started yesterday," they were rattling off to the dispatch, "he's throwing up and has a temperature of 101-"

"Bell?" Lucas groaned and she squeezed his hand, trying to stay out of their way.

"Going in and out of consciousness-"

He woke up with machines beeping. In a white room with one baby green wall and the opposite television turned all the way down, with captions on.

Lucas knew this room, he had been here three months before. His stomach ached, but not in a nauseous painful way, just like he had been punched really hard.

"Hi..." only when she spoke did he realize Bella was sitting right next to his bed, holding his hand in hers no less.

"Hi..." he was definitely drugged, Luke thought, struggling to string his thoughts together, "what...?"

"You had appendicitis," Bella glared at him sternly, "my god, Luke, you had appendicitis and you came to the graduation, you must've been feeling like hell. Don't you ever do something like that again."

He frowned, a little lost on why he was being scolded, "are you mad...?"

"No, I..." she held her breath, then let out a long sigh, "how are you feeling?"

"Empty," Lucas groaned, "itchy too."

"Those are the stitches," she explained, "you can come home tomorrow, if everything's fine."

"And you're coming too?" he eyed her suspiciously and Bella nodded, the mask slipping for a second and he saw her eyes tear up, a big exhausted smile open in her face.

"Yeah, I'm coming too."

[shadowsxgwynriel]

The List - Modern Gwynriel (One Shot)

⚠️Warning: Mild Violence

🔞Rating: Pg-13

💻Word Count: 2,411

📜Summary: I’m not really good at summarizing plots but let’s just say that I may be watching too many K-Drama’s and One Tree Hill reruns (which the list itself was loosely inspired by an episode of OTH)

📝Note: I would like to warn you that I am not a fanfic writer—I wish that I had the skill and talent (and dedication) to do what so many amazing fanfic authors do. I applaud anyone who writes fanfic because just writing this was difficult for me and I can’t imagine writing multiple chapters. I was going to delete this, but I decided to step out of my comfort zone just this once and post it. Also, please keep in mind that I wrote this in 2-3 days and only read through it/edited it once, so I apologize if this has mistakes or is terrible. 😓

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It was on a Friday night, Gwyn decided, that her friendship had come to an end. Which was unfortunate, seeing as how they were also roommates—and had concert tickets for next month. Okay, so maybe her friendship-ending would have to be delayed for at least a month, but still . . .

“Did . . . did you really just call me boring?” Gwyn sputtered. She was a freaking delight to be around. Or at least that’s what one of her elementary school teachers told her once before.

Nesta sighed. “I didn’t say you were boring. I said you were predictable.”

Gwyn clutched her chest dramatically.

Nesta rolled her eyes. “Honestly, Gwyn, there’s nothing wrong with it.”

She ignored that, and turned to look at Emerie. “Do you also think I’m predictable?”

Emerie hesitated. “Well . . .”

“I’m not!” She insisted. “Just last week, I changed my order at Starbucks.” She usually ordered an iced coffee with milk.

“That’s because it was Nesta’s turn to go to Starbucks, and she switched up your drink,” Emerie reminded her.

Dang it.

“Okay, well, that’s just one example. I’m not that bad.“

“You drink the same drink, you eat the same meals like clockwork, you always wear your hair in a ponytail, you go to bed at the same time every night—“

“I think she gets it,” Emerie said with a light cough.

Gwyn groaned and flopped face first onto the couch. They were right. She was predictable.

Emerie patted her back. “Cheer up, Gwyn. There’s nothing wrong with having a routine.”

“You mean boring,” Gwyn mumbled, then let out a little grunt when Nesta sat on her back. “Get off me, you psycho.”

Nesta bounced a little. “Well, stop with the pity party.”

“I’m not—“

She bounced again.

“Fine, fine!“ Gwyn conceded.

“Good,” Nesta said, standing up. “because I have an idea.”

~~~

“Are you sure this is a good idea?“ Gwyn asked for the third time.

Nesta shrugged. “I said I had an idea, not that it was a good one.”

Gwyn stared at herself in the mirror, hardly recognizing herself. Well, that was a bit of an exaggeration. Her appearance hadn’t changed drastically or anything. She was wearing her coppery-brown hair down, and had on eye liner and mascara to enhance her teal eyes even more, according to Nesta.

Emerie had dug around in her closet until she found a pair of black ripped jeans that Gwyn never wore, and her comfy oversized brown crochet sweater. Gwyn opted to wear combat boots instead of heels, much to Emerie’s disappointment.

“You don’t have to do this,” Emerie told her.

Gwyn looked at the list again, and wondered briefly if Nesta hated her. She did eat the last Crispy Crème donut that Nesta had been saving, but that was a week ago. Though, Nesta could hold a grudge . . .

1. Dine and Dash

2. Sing in front of a crowd

3. Flash a stranger your tits Have a one night stand Kiss someone

“It’s an optional list,” Nesta said. “You can make up your own list if you want.”

Gwyn sighed. “No, maybe I should just forget about this. I don’t think I’m the spontaneous type.”

Nesta nodded. “You’re right . . . which is why I’m going to challenge you to be more spontaneous.”

Gwyn’s eye twitched. Nesta knew her weakness, and knew that Gwyn never backed down from a challenge.

Dang it.

~~~

Gwyn looked around the restaurant nervously. Her hands shook and she considered just paying the bill, but the need to prove Nesta wrong was far too strong. She could be spontaneous and unpredictable.

After making sure that nobody was watching her, Gwyn stood, and before she could second guess herself, she bolted for the door.

“Hey!” the Hostess yelled when she ran pass him.

“I’m sorry!” Gwyn called back, not slowing down. She also wasn’t watching where she was going, which was why she wasn’t expecting to crash into someone—a someone with a very solid, and apparently very muscular, chest.

Gwyn lost her balance and almost fell, but an arm wrapped around her waist and steadied her. She looked up, way up, at the person holding her, and was startled to see it was someone she knew. Well, kind of. Azriel went to the same college as her and was roommates with Cassian and Rhys. Nesta’s sister, Feyre, was dating Rhys and Nesta was . . . well Gwyn wasn’t really sure what Nesta had going on with Cassian. But outside of that, Azriel usually kept to himself, though they had worked on group projects together a few times, and he was always polite to her, always the first one to include her in conversations.

“Uh . . .” Gwyn murmured. “Hi.”

He blinked, seeming to realize that he was still holding her, and let her go.

“I, uh, hi,” Gwyn said again. “Sorry for running into you. Literally.”

He continued to stare and not say anything.

Okay.

Gwyn tried again, “Not sure if you remember me, but I’m Gwyn.” Nothing. “We go to the same college? My friend Nesta is . . . doing whatever with your friend Cassian? And her sister is—“

“I know who you are,” Azriel said.

Okayyy.

She opened her mouth to say something else, but the Hostess from the restaurant caught up to her. He was out of breath and red in the face, and oh boy, did he look furious. He reached out to grab her arm.

And Azriel caught his wrist before it touched her. He simply said, “Don’t.”

“But . . . but . . . but she didn’t pay her bill,” the man stuttered.

Azriel just stared at him, still holding his wrist. “Don’t touch her.”

The man started to sweat. “She needs to pay her bill.”

Gwyn blushed, feeling like a criminal. Why couldn’t she back down from a challenge? Why was she cursed with a competitive spirit?

“I’ll pay for her,” Azriel told him, finally letting him go. “How much?”

“You don’t have to—“ she started to protest, but Azriel cut her off. “How much?” he repeated.

The man stuttered out the total, and Azriel pulled out a few bills from his wallet. When the man walked away, Gwyn turned to face Azriel. “Thank you. You didn’t have to do that.”

He looked at her and shrugged.

“At least let me pay you back.”

“No need,” he said. “You didn’t have enough money to pay your bill, so I don’t expect you to pay me back right now.”

“Wait a second,” Gwyn said, feeling the need to explain. “I did have the money to pay, I just couldn’t . . .”

He nodded, somewhat solemnly. “I understand.”

“Uh, I don’t think you do. See, I have this list, well, actually, Nesta made the list for me—anyway, one of the things on the list was for me to dine and dash, so that’s why I didn’t pay. Not because I couldn’t afford it.”

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why the list?”

“Oh, uh, to help me be less predictable and boring, and more spontaneous.”

Azriel laughed, a breathy laugh that sent a surge of warmth through her. “You’re not boring, Gwyn.”

“You don’t think so?”

“How can the girl who tried to start a club for a lost Pegasus be boring?”

She smiled. “I can’t believe you remember that!” Gwyn was thrilled. She had tried to create the club a few months ago, because she figured if people could chase Bigfoot then why not look for a Pegasus? Unfortunately, the club wasn’t picked up since only one person, apart from herself, signed up.

“Of course. I did sign up after all,” he said.

Gwyn smiled even wider. “So you believe that a Pegasus might still be out there, too?”

He shook his head. “Not exactly.”

She frowned in confusion. “Then why . . .”

“What else is on your list?” It didn’t escape her notice that he completely dodged the question, but decided not to push it. She handed him the list wordlessly. He looked it over and smiled, and god was it a nice smile. “I think I can help you with the next one.”

1. Dine and Dash Failed

~~~

“I changed my mind,” Gwyn said, leaning against the wall. “I can’t do this.”

Azriel had taken her to a karaoke bar, and she was admittedly freaking out. It wasn’t like Gwyn hadn’t sung in front of people before, but it was mostly family and friends, not strangers, and certainly not Azriel. She was the most nervous to sing in front of him.

Azriel crossed his arms against his chest. “Really? That’s too bad. I was looking forward to hearing you sing.”

“You were?”

He nodded. “I’ve always heard that you have a beautiful voice. Shame that I won’t be able to hear it.”

She couldn’t help but preen a little at the compliment.

“Unless, of course, it’s something else that’s bothering you.”

Gwyn tilted her head to the side, trying not to squirm at the intense way he was studying her. “Like what?”

Azriel suddenly smirked, his hazel eyes sparking bright with something, and bent down so his mouth was level with her ear. “Do I make you nervous?” She shivered as his breath tickled the shell of her ear, her heart racing in her chest.

“What? Don’t be ridiculous! Why would you make me nervous?” Gwyn pushed away from the wall and stormed over to the entrance. “Let’s get this over with.”

Azriel’s laughter followed her, filling her with confidence.

But once she was on the stage and looked out to see Azriel watching her, she froze. The song had started, and she wasn’t able to utter a single word.

She could tell the crowd was getting bored. A belligerent man, who was sitting at a table in front of the stage, tossed his beer on her and told her to get off the stage.

Before she really had time to process the fact that she was now drenched in alcohol, Azriel grabbed the man by back of the neck and slammed his face onto the table. Blood gushed from his nose and Azriel forced him to look up at Gwyn. “Apologize,” he snarled.

“Sorry!” The man cried, though it came out sounding more like sowwy due to all the blood.

It was silent in the bar. However, nobody moved a muscle when Azriel shoved the guy at a bouncer and told him to toss out the trash. Gwyn suspected that it was due to Azriel, Cassian, and Rhys being well respected—and feared.

He jumped onto the stage, shrugged off his jacket, and placed it over her shoulders. “Are you okay?”

Gwyn sighed. “I’m fine, mostly embarrassed. Everyone saw him throw that drink on me.”

Azriel reached down and picked up a half empty glass of what looked like bourbon. Gwyn gasped in shock when he suddenly splashed the drink onto himself.

“Azriel, are you crazy?”

He only shrugged his shoulders. “Now they’ve seen us both.” Her heart fluttered. She couldn’t believe he did that for her.

“I think I’m ready to go.”

“What about the list?”

She gestured at her clothes. “I’d rather go home and change.”

He stared at her for a second. “Okay. I’ll walk you home.”

2. Sing in front of a crowd Failed

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Gwyn tightened Azriel’s jacket around her, enjoying the way his scent was engulfing her. As they neared her apartment, she prayed that she wouldn’t embarrass herself with what she was going to say.

“Tonight was, uh, unusual,” she started.

He smirked. “It was. I certainly wasn’t expecting a pretty woman to crash into me after dining and dashing.”

She paused. “You think I’m pretty?”

Azriel just smiled.

Gwyn bit her lip, feeling gleeful when his gaze darted to look at her mouth. “I still have one more thing on my list that you could help me with . . .”

He opened his mouth to say something, but Gwyn panicked and cut him off. “Can I kiss you?”

Azriel’s eyes heated and he nodded his head slowly. She stood on her tip toes and placed a quick kiss on his cheek. When she pulled back, his gaze was locked on her lips.

“Gwyn,” he murmured, bending his head down slightly.

“Hmm?”

“Can I kiss you back?” His breath danced across her lips and she shivered yet again.

Wordlessly, she nodded. One hand gripped her waist, and the other cupped the nape of her neck, his thumb gently caressing her jaw.

He kissed her lips softly, once, twice, lingering the third time. He coaxed her mouth open with his tongue and Gwyn couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped her. She put her hands on his chest, clutching the fabric of his shirt in her hands as he deepened the kiss.

The hand that was on her waist had moved down to rest on her bottom, which made her wrap her arms around his neck to get even closer to him. She moaned when he did some type of sucking move on her tongue.

A group of people walked by, their loud laughter cutting the kiss short. Which was good, since Gwyn had been close to humping his poor leg like a dog in heat.

Azriel lightly bit her bottom lip when he pulled away, and Gwyn almost said screw it all and jumped his bones.

“I was wrong,” he said.

Gwyn blinked out of the haze she was in. “Huh?”

“I was wrong when I called you pretty,” he stated.

“Oh?” If he was going to say something rude after kissing her like that, she was going to kill him.

He stared deep into her teal eyes. “You’re fucking beautiful.”

She couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across her face. “You’re pretty handsome yourself.”

He returned her smile, looking almost shy at the compliment. “Can I take you out on a proper date tomorrow?”

“I’d like that.”

“What’s your number?” She told him and he entered it into his phone. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Good night, Gwyn.”

“Night,” she said. He started to walk away. “Hey, Azriel?” He stopped and looked back at her, raising an eyebrow. “Why did you offer to help me tonight?”

“Because I’m not stupid enough to let an opportunity pass me by.”

Her confusion must have shown on her face because he smirked, his hazel eyes shining with mischief. “I like you, Gwyn.”

“Since when?” she asked.

“The day you tried to start a Pegasus club.” With that he walked away, whistling a jolly sounding tune.

She smiled and headed inside, feeling anything but boring.

3. Kiss someone Completed

[wheretheivystillgrows]

There is so much beauty in this world. It’s overwhelming actually. Freckles, sunsets, flowers, eyes, rivers, happy dogs, laughter. Oh my gosh laughter is one of the greatest gifts we have as humans. Nothing makes me happier than laughing uncontrollably with someone I love. Cakes, pies, old couples still in love, new couples, best friends, new friends, pianos, museums. Clothes, grass, colorful birds, making friendship bracelets, writing letters, singing songs in the car with your friends, dancing, watching movies, making forts, pillow fights, girl time with your sister, sarcasm, books!! Today I sat at a cafe and ate an omelette and a chai latte and read a rom-com book and I smiled and blushed and laughed with every single page. I actually had to stop reading because it gave me too many butterflies.

There is even beauty, somehow, in folding clothes, making your bed, making coffee, driving around town, sitting in class. Mundane things are still beautiful things because we are alive. They might be boring but it is a privilege to have been born and still be alive and have a new chance in this world every day.

Life is so beautiful! People are so beautiful! and interesting! and I love figuring people out! Finding out their favorite movies their music taste the foods they hate their fears their dreams the way their brains are wired! I cannot get over it!!!! Not enough exclamation points to convey how excited I am about humans and the beautiful earth we live on!!!! AHHHH!!!!

Someone help, I think I’m falling in love with life. I used to hate myself and my life and I questioned everyone’s motives I couldn’t believe anything good was real or genuine or lasting. I wanted to die. Now, AHHH!! There’s not enough hours in the day to soak up all the life. I wish I could be an octopus so I could paint with one hand, braid my sister’s hair with another, make tea for my friends with my third hand, put on mascara with the fourth, maybe let my fifth relax, eat chocolate cake with my sixth hand, read a book with my seventh hand, and with my eighth I would hold someone’s hand.

There is always more beauty to be found, to be caught, to be sought, to be danced with, to be loved, to be treasured. Wow. I can’t even contain it in my own heart and mind and body. I need to scream in my backyard how much I love the world. I need to write a letter to a random person in, I don’t know, South Korea and tell them to eat a yummy cheeseburger and have fun. I want to evangelize and tell people LOOK UP LOOK AROUND LOOK WITHIN LOOK LOOK LOOK!! You are so beautiful, with your brown eyes and adorable cupids bow and your contagious laugh and your radiant smile and your old converse that you can’t seem to part ways with and the secret diary you keep under your bed and your chipped nail polish and tarnished necklace and how you take care of your cat maybe better than you take care of yourself and the way you bop your head to your music and stand in line at Starbucks and eat a donut. Wow you’re all so beautiful.

Maybe I’m naive for thinking all this. But I like loving everything so much better than hating everything. I’m enjoying falling in love with every possible piece of life that I am given. If I told that to my 16 year old self she would laugh in my face. But my 20 year old self would give her a hug and tell her it gets better.

💌 Love, Ivy

[purplesurveys]

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Why are you taking a survey? It's my way of journaling; plus the sadder I feel the more surveys I tend to take, so that also explain why I'm on my third survey of the evening haha.

When’s the last time you were grounded? The early parts of high school, which was like 10-11 years ago.

Anything exciting taking place today? Not really. With my dad gone I think our Sundays will be a little more uneventful again, which means after we go to our morning mass we then pretty much have the rest of the day to ourselves. Personally I plan on just lying around all day then maybe allot half an hour to prep for next week's work.

What are you craving? I'm alright. I ate SO MUCH today – in the afternoon I had bibimyeon with pork + a sashimi platter for sharing, and both were so filling I didn't have to have dinner anymore. I'm feeling just the slightest bit hungry now so I may have just a teeny bit of the uni after taking this, but I'm not needing it badly enough to be a craving.

Is there anyone in the room with you? Nopes.

Who did you last hit? My sister. We were at the Seventeen concert and we were hitting each other throughout the show out of excitement, lol.

What was the last thing you did before bed last night? I was going through TikTok.

What’s your biggest fear? Death of loved ones.

Laptop or desktop? Laptop. I have never owned/used a desktop beyond having to use them in high school computer classes.

Do you have an iPod? Not anymore; I listen to music through Spotify either on my laptop or phone.

Do you have a fan on in the room you’re in? I do.

Do you have a wallet? Yes.

What are you sitting on? My work chair.

What’s the last thing you had to eat? Cookie dough. I finally found a local bakery that sells edible dough by the jar, so I got their 1kg variant and I'm having it as a midnight snack hahaha.

Do you like grapefruits? No.

Sweet or sour? Sweet. Hate sour things.

Have you ever had the Reese’s PB Candy Bars? I don't think so.

Do you know who Shawn Michaels is? Yes :) One of my favorites; I even had a phase when I was about 12, which funnily enough was around the time of his retirement.

Who do you turn to if you need help? Depends on what I need help with but these days I have been heavily running to Trina when I need to let out some very emotional steam.

Are you more dependent or independent? Independent. I only ask for help when I'm entirely desperate.

Does the time 2 o'clock have any significance to you? That was our siesta time, back when my siblings and I were kids. As soon as the clock struck 2 PM we could always expect our grandma to gather us and tuck us in to nap for the afternoon.

Do you like bagels? I don't. I never understood bagels either but that's also my fault because I never really feel like trying them lmao. Like are they like donuts but savory? Do they have fillings? Or toppings?? What kind of things do you put in (or on???) them? Are they just circle sandwiches? LOL

Are there any stuffed animals in the room you’re in? I mean I have my BT21 plushies but fine let's call them stuffed animals too haha.

What do you think of guys who wear eyeliner? Whatever.

Favorite tv show? Breaking Bad and Friends.

Who was the last person you talked to on the phone? My mom.

Where’s your mother? In her room.

Do you know who the strongest man in the world is? I know Mark Henry was at one point but idk who holds the title now.

What’s the best time you’ve had in the past week? Last Sunday seeing Seventeen.

Have you ever been in a fist fight? Nope.

Can you cook? Nope.

What time is it? 1:40 AM.

Do you love animals? Yes.

What color are your eyes? Dark brown.

Who’s one person you care about more than yourself? Probably my sister.

How many hours of sleep did you get last night? 5.

Are there any pets you’re wishing for? Nope.

Whatcha gonna do now? =] Have a little bit of uni then maybe go back to playing my game.

[rambling-robot]

I wish filled donuts where made a little bit smaller. A donut? Yeah sure man I’ll eat a donut. But a cream-filled donut? Uh, yeah, I guess… don’t get me wrong! Love them! Excellent taste! But they have the weight of three donuts and I cannot eat three donuts. But I gotta cram the last third in because no one wants the last few bites of a cream-filled donut, with or without the filling. And I can’t just cut one and eat the second half later, because the filling will ooze on out and make a terrible mess. They’re delicious but to desire them is to dread them.

[elysianslove]

please use this ask to elaborate on mattsun’s dick <33

AH YES THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING gotta do this before i start fasting lmfao.  this ended up being sadder than i thought, but it just ends up being kinda sweet and sorta hot. also this was way longer than i intended. post in reference.  

warnings; big dick mattsun, throwing up, pain kink (?), painful sex, insecurities, consensual taping  

okay remember when i mentioned the insecurity thing? let’s dive deeper into that; third years and mattsun are at some sleepover thing. it’s a little before graduation, and they don’t when they’ll see each other next, so they’re trying to make most of the time that’s left. the conversation progresses to sex, as it naturally does, and each of them admits some horrifying or embarrassing sex story. 

iwaizumi had sex with a girl who was extremely kinky and asked him to slap her, but— they don’t call him ace for no reason. 

oikawa lost his virginity to this girl and she started her period halfway through, but he was really young and didn’t realize that was something that could just happen? it wasn’t that he was immature about it. it was more that he fainted. 

hanamaki found out he was allergic to flavored condoms when he lost his virginity, and it was not fun. 

but then it was mattsun’s turn, and they’re all waiting for his embarrassing sex story, till he hits them with, “i’ve never had sex though,” and each and every one of their eyes bulge out of their heads. it’s the last thing they’d been expecting from him, from cool, suave, charming mattsun, but he continues to swear by it. and when they demand the reason — surely you’ve gotten the chance to before? — he admits it to them: “apparently my dick is too big.” and it’s comical to say out loud, because he’s only gotten with a handful of girls, barely any for it to be firm hypothesis. he thinks he’ll one day meet someone that doesn’t think it’s too big, it won’t fit, um i can give you a handjob, if that’s okay? 

all that evidently leads to a dick comparison, because how big can it really be? and once mattsun sees his best friends’ eyes widen at his hardened dick, it sinks in. shit, he really is big, isn’t he? 

“holy shit, mattsun,” makki says, and he’s bashful as he stares at his best friend’s dick. “how would that fit inside anyone?” and mattsun’s already growing soft, tucking his dick back in his pants and moving to wash his hands after kicking makki rightfully in the chest. 

college comes around, and he passes by a thousand girls crying about how the boy from last night’s dick was so small, ugh i wish i had an 8 inch, and the things i’d do to have my guts rearranged. he sees a little light in this tunnel of endless blue balling, and meets a girl, takes her back to his dorm with his lips biting at her neck and her hands fumbling with his belt. as soon as he falls onto the bed, as soon as she straddles him, naked, and moves to slip off his trousers, anxiety meets him halfway again, and he holds in a breath as she pulls at the hem of his pants and takes his boxers with her.

the gasp his half hardening cock pulls out of her is confusing. he can’t tell what to make out of it, but she spits on her palm and grips his hefty cock in her small palm, unable to have her fingertips meet. her eyes are wide, but she seems determined, even tilts her hips forward, but she resorts to, “can i just suck you off?” 

and mattsun thinks alright, that’s an upgrade. 

when she ends up throwing up because she underestimates his size and overestimates herself, mattsun offers her his bathroom to clean up, and grabs her a bottle of water as she leaves. 

he ends up losing his virginity to some masochist, and it’s not very memorable or anything he’d ever imagined it be. it sits high on his list of regrets: he cums way too early, and hurts the masochist too much for it to be enjoyable in any way. but he texts the old third year groupchat and types in “i lost my virginity 😎” and receives the praise he had expected. 

for months to come, he fucks his fist every other night to amateur porn and watches as some camgirls’ cunts swallow inches and inches of plastic cock. he hooks up with some girls only to have them sit on his face and kitten lick at the head of his cock. some swallow a little bit of his cock, some fondle at his balls, but none ever let him fuck them. oikawa sends him links for sex toys, and mattsun feels as pathetic as ever, but he buys a fleshlight anyways and finds purchase in how tight it feels around his cock, how wet and slippery it is, how it properly milks him dry. makki meets him during a break and offers to suck his dick for him, but mattsun flips him off and kicks at his stomach again. 

it’s during his third year that he meets you. 

you’re sweet and charming, , and you have pretty hair, and he likes your style, and you laugh at his stupid jokes. you call him handsome, and you call him pretty, and you compliment his hair when it’s at its curliest. you send him the weirdest memes and tell him it reminds you of him, and you pick him up at obscure times because you’re craving nuggets or ice cream or ramen or licorice. he asks you to be his girlfriend and when you say yes, he blushes so forcefully that he has to scrunch up his face to try and hide it. he lets you meet his friends through a screen, and he buys you matching rings because he enjoys the subtlety of it all, and he orders donuts to be sent to your place  during your exam week. 

being with you is a dream, so much that when he hovers above you, kissing at your lips like he always does and sucking at your neck the way you love, and you murmur that you want him, want all of him, his hands fumble and shake. he tries to hide it, but his breath is shakier and his chest is flushed, his eyes a little hazy. you’re so gentle with him, and he hadn’t known he needed it until you’re straddling him and slowly smoothing your hands down his chest, palming him through his too tight briefs, squeezing softly. 

when your hands reach for his briefs, his own snap to your wrist, and he dares to beg, “please stay,” and you kiss him in response. your breath hitches at the sight of him, and your hand shakes when you spit on it and grip at his cock, but despite your initial hesitance you don’t falter. 

you stroke tentatively at his cock, squeezing him tightly, and fall closer to him, hovering your lips by his as you ask of him, “stretch me— stretch me for you.” 

there’s only one word to describe everything mattsun had been feeling in that moment, and it’s overwhelmed, but it’s somehow in the most positive way. he sits up straight, keeping you on his lap. his fingers find your dripping cunt and he pushes one, two, three, four fingers inside of you. he makes you cum twice, fingers curled and rapidly thrusting into you, other hand occupied with your sloppy clit and mouth latched onto your nipple. you praise him and thank him and cry for him and writhe in his hold as he pleasures you, and when you’re breathless and limp in his arms, he waits for the ball to drop, for you to give into your anxiety and hesitance. 

except you don’t. 

you lift yourself up on trembling knees, hands settled on and gripping his shoulders, and with teary eyes, you say, no, you beg, “make it fit.” 

he has stars in his eyes as he grips his cock tightly with one hand, the other holding you to him by your waist. it’s slow, it’s painfully slow, but mattsun has never treasured time as much as in that moment. he takes in everything, from the way your body tenses at the first intrusion when his tip presses against your hole, to the small gasps and moans as you take more and more of him in, at the sweat that beads at your temple and that rolls between your breasts. he marvels at the heave of your chest and the roll of your tummy as you curve in yourself, and he revels in the press of your lips to his, in the pull your arms looping around his neck and pressing his chest flush to yours. 

he does cum too early, but you don’t chastise him. you only continue to ride his soft cock, his cum messily dribbling out, and he ignores the sting from his sensitivity in favor of rubbing at your clit, sending you over the edge eventually. 

he texts the old third years groupchat that night again, with you sleeping soundly by his side, comfortable beneath his blankets, “why didn’t you guys tell me sex was this good? fake friends,” and sends a picture of him shirtless, sweaty, and with a post-sex flush to his cheeks and messy curls, with the middle finger. 

maybe you shouldn’t have let him have a taste of you, because he fucks you in bed the next morning, sleep still settled deep in your bones, and then he fucks you in the shower, and then he eats you out splayed out on his dinner table. he videotapes you sucking him off, with your permission, and watches it when you’re too far out of reach. he sends you pictures after a shower, gripping his cock through the briefs he’d quickly slipped in, hair wet and curly and matted to his forehead, skin damp and glistening. and when you react so positively, he blushes, to his dismay. you meet his friends and they joke about how you’re still alive, but you brush them off and tell them you’ve never felt more satisfied. 

with every single time he watches his cock sink into your warm, tight, sloppy cunt, and every time he watches you swallow around him, and every time he makes you cry and leaves you braindead, leaves you mindless and begging for more, his confidence grows. so much until he learns to be cocky about it, so much that when he barely preps you and pushes into you, he shivers at the way you whine and tense up, at the way you flinch and lightly thrash. because you’re a good girl, aren’t you? always take my cock so well, don’t you? nobody but you, nobody like you. 

and it’s true; it’s nobody but you for him. in every single way.

hello what the fuck am i doing. i did not think this was gonna escalate like this hfskjfns but anyways, big dick mattsun for the win <3 

[crossedvenom]

Bad drive-through experiences with the Haikyuu boys!

This was supposed to be posted on Monday, but I got too excited and had to post it now so enjoy!╰(*°▽°*)╯ Please enjoy reading this. These all have personally happened to me.

Oikawa Toru,Kuroo Tetsuro,Tsukishima Kei

Oikawa

“How are you guys a coffee shop and say you can’t make any espressos?”

“kawa it’s okay. I can get something else”

You were currently in the drive-thru with Oikawa

specifically Dunkin Donuts

They told you that they couldn’t make anything that’s an espresso because their machine is broken

And normally that would be okay but their machine has been broken for almost a month now.

You’d think they would have fixed it by now.

" can you tell me coffee-wise, what you guys can make?"

The woman started listing off a few different coffees

"Okay, can I get two iced mochas then? That's all"

Oikawa handed her his debit card and she passed him the drinks, he handed you a straw along with your coffee

You took a sip of your drink once you got it, your face scrunched up and so did Kawas

"It's not the worst I've had, but it really just tastes like its burnt," You said after taking a sip

"Yeah I should've just driven us to Starbucks when I heard that they couldn't make espressos," He said after taking another bitter sip

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Kuroo

“Okay, so what your telling me is that you guys can’t make any warm food because you're low on staff?”

“Yes sir” the speaker crackled back

The look on Kuroo's face had you giggling next to him. The sound of your giggles made him pinch your thigh you yelped before laughing at him again

“Aright just cancel whatever I had and have a good night.”

“Okay sir, you have a good night too”

Kuroo pulled the rest of the way through

“How does having low staff affect the food,” he said in disbelief

“They get paid minimum wage babe, they will say anything so they don't have to do their job”

He hummed “well it looks like your getting some of my amazing cooking tonight,” he said sarcastically

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Tsukishima

He was resting his head on the steering wheel in pure frustration.

This was the third Drive-Thru you two had been in that night

Drive-Thru #1 was Cookout and it was getting remodeled so it was closed

Drive-Thru #2 was Jack N’ The Box and it was a relatively short line but, it took so long for them to take just one car's order that it had the other cars pulling away honking and yelling.

Kei said he wished he could do that too but, he had a bit more class than that

And finally, Drive-Thru #3 Wendy’s. You both hated eating here because it was sure to give you the shits. Everything ended up making your stomach twist

Tsuki was so hungry at the moment though that he didn't even care was kind of crap he was putting into his body

It was a Friday night at about 10:30 pm and he hadn't eaten anything since his early brunch. He had a volleyball game too and it ended up going to 3 sets.

Each rally was long and drawn out as well

He looked ready to kill somebody

You just hoped that nothing else would add to this long day

Thankfully the line wasn't too slow apart from the minivan in front of you, that seemed to be hauling a small village of children

You could see through the back window past the family of stick figures that shoes were being thrown around and eventually food and drinks were being passed back

Wait did they have a kid in the trunk too?

Tsuki put your drinks in the cupholders and grabbed the bag of food and put it in your lap. he pulled into an empty parking space rolled down the windows and turned the car off

he grabbed his food from the bag and started to eat

"Yum, stale fries" He grabbed an extra shriveled up fry and tapped it against the window to prove his point

"Yeah, this is definitely going to make my stomach hurt. I asked for no mayo and yet they put an extra big blob on, wait- Is this all mayo!" Your whole bun was white

Tsuki was laughing next to you once he saw how much there actually was

You were using a spoon to scrape some off your bun "It's not funny Kei I think my heart could've shut down from eating this much mayo" You tried to hide the amusement in your voice.

"Yeah, my burgers not that great either." He opened up the bun "I got a grey patty, a shriveled up piece of lettuce and, what looks to be not even half a tomato slice"

It was your turn to laugh. He closed his sandwich bun back up and wrapped it back into the aluminum foil throwing it into the trash bag

"I am not eating that"

You don't know why you tried to eat your sandwich you know it wasn't good for you but you hate wasting food. In the end, you couldn't stomach it and ended up throwing it away too

You ended up having a stomach ache later from the few bites you took but at least Kei seemed to be in a better mood.

Feedback and requests are always appreciated!<3

[eggluttony]

Ohhh man I was just thinking about how hot it is for Casino Egg so be super overfed and way too full even for his standards and still having to go about his day with his work. 🥴

He's so stuffed after a huge meal that Boom made for him after he cheekily decided he'd make his meal extra big for him, to the point it's like a whole feast. Casino Egg was hungry and tore into it so ravenously and enthusiastically, shoving so much so desperately down his throat and got so carried away that he didn't even have time to realize it was much more than usual. He was eating it quickly all the same and it only took a bit longer to finish as a result. He just kept eating until it was all clear.

Only when he dropped the spoon into the third empty bowl of strawberry ice cream for dessert after a few cupcakes, donuts, and a huge meal and leaned back in his creaking chair, did he realize just how heavily stuffed he was. He couldn't believe the intense pressure in his gut that was so firm and full that it hardly budged and stole the breath from his lungs. When he patted it, it thudded deeply like a tight drum. It felt expanded to the limit and he could hardly burp, he had to sip soda to work up some small strained ones.

It was so hard to pull himself up and out of his seat with his huge heavy belly in the way but he had important work to do around the casino. His big belly that usually has tons of jiggle as he walks has much less give to it with how full he is and he has to waddle around slowly so he doesn't upset it. His huge stuffed belly is greatly proceeding him, straining the buttons of his shirt hard, and his suspenders are firmly hugging its roundness. Despite the suspenders, his too tight pants are digging in and making the overhang of his belly even more prominent. Everyone can tell he's stuffed to the gills just by looking at him!

Even more so when he gets winded way too easily and has to stop and grab hold of things and lean against it for balance sometimes, red faced and huffing and panting as he tries to catch his breath. He clutches his huge round belly and deep uncontrollable burps escape him as he rubs it and moans, even if he's in a public place with eyes on him. He can't help it, it's impossible to hide how full he is and he even whines about how his tummy is just sooo full in front of them. And when he leans forward, his belly makes him pop a few buttons in front of everyone! He can't even hide it because he's gotten way too fat to pull both sides of his blazer over his belly enough to cover it.

A few times throughout the day, Boom Eggman has moments of "oh fuck, I seriously overfed him this time" and now the poor guy has to waddle around the place feeling so heavy and breathless, wishing he could sleep it off because he's so sleepy, heavy, and full. But at the same time, Boom can't help but love watching him struggle like this, it's hot and cute and it's all thanks to the food he makes that he loves so much that he won't stop eating until it's all gone. He knows he's enjoying this too and loves the teasing he gets from him for being such a fatass.

But every now and then, Boom makes sure to check in on him in his office and finds Casino Egg leaning carefully back in his too small seat as he groans and rubs his huge belly as much as he can while he's away from everyone. Boom asks him if he's feeling okay and he says he'd feel better if he'd give him some kisses and help with these belly rubs. So Boom rubs his stuffed tummy gently with his soothing hands while they kiss and it comforts him and works up some bigger burps at last to relieve him.

He pouts and whines when Boom has to quickly take his hands off him and leave the room because someone else is about to enter for a meeting. He doesn't want to part with him when he's like this! But as soon as the work is done, he takes pleasure and comfort in Boom Eggman softly cuddling, rubbing, and kissing his overstuffed tummy. He apologizes for feeding him way too much but Casino Egg tells him not to, he loves his great food and he's the one that's too greedy to control himself. And as much of a struggle it brought, he found it hot and says he'd like him to feed him that much again soon because he'd love to get used to eating so much in one meal and being so full! 💜

[amindofstone]

Match up, No. 6

@femalegoatthing said:

Hi, I saw you were doing matchups and I'm curious about them.Could I be matched with a male one piece character? I am a 20 yr old female, with a INFJ personality. I am 5'2", with red hair and glasses. I love to draw and paint, I am also obsessed with documentaries and murder podcasts. I am described as being rather chaotic and caring, like some strang goblin grandmother. Thank you so much for doing matchups, I wish you luck!

Match up rules can be found HERE.

a/n: Hi! Hello! Guten Tag! Hola! Bonjour! Okay, enough. I´m glad you requested and can´t wait to see what you think of what I came up with. Like always please be honest with me and tell me if you don´t like it, if I disappointed you or if you hated it. Tell me please. Give me a feedback so I can try my best again and make sure you are happy with the outcome. It´s just that I´m really insecure of my work and never happy. Like so far I am only happy with just one work of mine. One out of all the things I did until know. Anyways please enjoy what with come next. I wish you a happy reading!

Warning(s): Maybe grammatical or spelling mistakes since English is my third language and I´m still improving in every aspect (Please have mercy on that.)

!!! Please do not steal my idea or work. Credit me if this is shared or published in any other platform or any other way. Please respect me as the writer and my work. Picture is not mine. Credits to: Please tell me ASAP if you know who the artist is so I can give credits. Thank you in advance. !!!

· After a bit of thinking and a tiny bit of researches I decided to pair you up with Charlotte Katakuri

· Dating someone from the Charlotte family is absolutely difficult. If there is someone they like or someone else likes they have to get a permission of every family member and of course the head of the family, Charlotte Linlin

· But if a relationship is set by the emperor herself there is nothing that can be changed

· You are the daughter of a pretty feared and well-known mafia boss. You father is known for selling different kinds of weapons. You on your side had absolutely nothing to do with his work because he made sure you never get involved in his life to much. The fact that he lost your mother because of his work is enough of a burden to him so taking care of you is the least thing he could do

· After months of not seeing your father he came back home and had a nice dinner with you. You two cooked together and he for once told you something about his work that surprised you. You didn´t questioned it and just listened to him like the good obedient daughter you are. You nodded or hummed once in a while, during your preparation for dinner to make clear that you were indeed listening to his words. Once in a while you also managed to ask some vague questions about something but that was it. You didn´t wanted him to stop after all since it was the first time after a long period he spoke about his work. So it came that at dinner your father informed you about his decision to work under the name and security of the emperor Big Mom. For a second you stopped in your tracks but quickly put yourself together and nodded without giving a comment. You were surprised but even more shocked when he told you that he was doing that since more than two years now with the condition of you marring her third child and second son Katakuri.

· Time passed and the only thing you knew was the name of the man your father wants you to marry. You never complained or asked him questions about his decision because he was always right and always wanted the best for you. So you simply agreed and packed your belongings to sail to Big Moms territory to meet you in laws

· Time flew by and you were in one of the many guest rooms in the Whole Cake Chateau waiting to be called for a meal. But two days passed by now and nothing like that happened. You were stuck in your guest room alone with your father only coming to see you for breakfast. But today was different. A guard came to inform you about a dinner with Big Mom and your future husband. You nodded and saw the guard leave your room. You were nervous and didn´t know what to do but you tried your best to smile and get ready for meeting the man you were supposed to marry soon. The first impression was important after all

· You were waiting at the dining table for Big Mom with your father when suddenly a door opened. You instantly stood up and looked at the direction just to be greeted by the emperor and her son

· A (super) tall man entered the room and made your eyes widen out of shook. But that quickly turned into a small pout when you realized that you´ll look like a dwarf next to him. You all sat down and had a conversation with Big Mom and her son. More precisely your father and the emperor. You and the man who sat in front of you were only giving short agreements to questions once in awhile but other than that sat quietly.

· You were lost in your thoughts when you heard your soon to be mother in law tell you that you and her son should talk in the room next door promising that you would be alone. You nodded and sat up to follow the enormous tall man who lead you into a living room with couches, a bar, three huge windows, a chimney and some bookshelf’s. Without talking Katakuri gave you and a sign to sit down. Soon after he sat down too, right after he got you a drink and placed it in front of you. At first none of you talked but that changed after the man cleared his throat and introduced himself. It started with a simple small talk and questions about you and your origin. You knew he wanted to have an overview of what kind of person you were that he was about to marry soon. And you didn´t opposed to it and tried you best to show yourself on a good light while making sure to be honest.

· “I know that you aren´t happy about this marriage but there is nothing we can do. Let´s make the best out of it and try to get along as good as possible. I don´t expect you to spend time with me or call me your husband when it´s not necessary or even love me. The only thing I want from you is honesty and loyalty towards me and my family.”, said the man in a calm and reassuring voice. You should have been happy that he didn´t force you to anything but just honesty but you weren´t. You felt bad about him thinking you would be ashamed of calling him your husband just because it was an arranged marriage. “I promise you that I will do my best to please you and your family as good as I can. And if you thing that I hate you or the situation I am in, I can assure you that it is not like that. You seem to be a nice, well mannered man and I have absolutely no problem in being called your wife. If there is anything I can do for you never hesitate to tell me. Like you said. Let´s make the best out of it.”, you gave him a loving smile and talked a bit more while keeping a respectful distance from each other.

· Time flew by and you got married. After your marriage you got to learn your family in law better and got pretty close to a lot of them. You tried to show you from the best side although you were an introverted person. Katakuri knew this and respected you for that a lot. He really appreciated your effort in getting to know his siblings. It was really hard for you in the beginning but with time you stared to like some of them a lot and so it came that you found people to spend time with when Katakuri was taking care of his work as the minister of the flour island

· Living with Katakuri was the absolutely easiest thing of the whole marriage. You barely saw him or got time to spend with him. He never was home for any meals so it was always you or one of your siblings in law. One of them was always Brulee that took care of you and spend time with you. You didn´t mind that you couldn´t see your husband at the beginning because you both talked about this before your wedding a lot and he made sure to prepare you for a living with him. You told him that you were fine with it but slowly with weeks passing it started to bother you. Months passed and you took it personal and wondered if he avoided you on purpose or even hated you.

· It was a Friday evening. You had your dinner like any other day alone and sat down afterwards to paint a bit. You once told your husband that you liked painting and if you could turn a room in your shared house into an atelier but he didn´t mind and send you people to help you decorate the room after your likings. You were busy painting you latest work when you heard someone walking towards the room you were in. Your first thought was Brulee so you smiled and called her. “Brulee, I´m in my atelier. Come in.” You were about to turn around and look at the door when you let out a little scream. “I´m sorry. I didn´t want to scare you. Were you waiting for my sister?”, you husband spoke in his deep but calm voice. You shook your head and put you brush aside. “No you didn´t scare me. It´s just that I didn´t expect to see you home this early. Is everything alright?”. With a worried gaze you looked into the eyes of the tall man that shook his head slowly and apologized for disturbing you before he left to probably get in his room.

· You were nervous and confused of his sudden appearance at home. Thousand of thoughts ran around your head and raised you nervousness. But you gave yourself a little slap on the cheek and went to prepare him a little snack. You prepared him a tray with tea and donuts and knocked on his room. For a long time there was no response so you thought he might have been asleep out of exhaustion. With a little disappointed sigh you turned to leave when you heard a soft come in. Your eyes widen and you started to shake slightly. With a racing heart you opened the door and tried to avoid any eye contact. “I got you something to eat. Do you want me to leave it for you?”

· Katakuri was surprised. Why would you get him something and care for him? He had his maids and butlers that would get him anything he wanted so why would you do that? That absolutely didn´t make sense to him. You heard him thank you before you put the tray on the coffee table and wished him a good night.

· After that night he seemed to come back home earlier more often that caused you to wonder what changed in his work. You were confused and curious but never had the courage to ask him until Brulee asked you if her stubborn brother started to come home earlier. You were surprised and stared at her for who knows how long thinking if she was looking at her through the mirrors but the woman told you that she had a serious chat with him and made him change some of his habits.

· A year passed and you and Katakuri started to talk with each other more. You learned about his likings and his disliking. He told you about his work and showed you his office. He once even took you on a walk around the town to show you one of his favorite bakeries. It took the both of you a lot of time to get used to the fact you were married but at some time it happened. You would spend evenings together talking or playing chess what always turned to be harder than it should be because of his Haki that allowed him to look in the future. He would never admit it but he really enjoyed, in fact even loved seeing you get mad over him using his Haki at you. You would always call him cheater and pout the rest of the night until he would apologize with a donut.

· You were happy that you somehow managed to turn the marriage less awkward, sad and dull but there was still something not right. You felt sad when he would leave for work and get worried when he left for missions. Whenever he would come back you would have the need to hug him and thank god that he was doing fine but you always held back. Your actions made you realize that you started to like him. Even more than just like him. Cause you fell for him. So you tried you best to get closer to him by once in a while holding his hand not knowing that it made his heart do flips. Whenever you would take his hand in yours even if it was just for a second you feared him to push you away or having to start all over again from cero in your relationship

· One day you caught a horrible cold. You had no energy to move, talk or eat. You were laying in your bed like a corpse. Brulee and Pudding took care of you the whole time and never left your side. But it was a moment that made them scream in fear. You lost you concisions and made them worry to death. Brulee out of panic jumped through your mirror to go and get her brother. Screaming his name she jumped out of a mirror in the serious looking man’s office telling him that his wife is doing horrible and lost conscious. The usually calm Katakuri jumped out of his chair in a matter of a second following his sister through the mirror to get to you. To their luck the moment they came back running into your bedroom you were awake.

· “Y/N? What happened? Pudding why didn’t you call a doctor yet? Brulee go wet the towel.”, both of his sisters were again running around the house with worry written all over their faces. But not only were the women worried, your husband himself was worry itself but he made sure to not show any trait of that. He sat down next to you on the massive bed and took your tiny hand carefully in his and drew circles on the back of it.

· “Katakuri why are you here? I am fine. There is nothing to worry. It´s late did you had lunch?”, “You´re sick. You shouldn´t worry about me now.”, you shook your head and wanted to sit up when the man next to you kept you in place. “You can take care of my meals when you´re healthy again. Until then make sure to take care of yourself.” You had no energy to fight back so you gave a slight nod and let your husband and his sisters take care of you.

· Time passed and it got dark. Brulee and Pudding said their goodbyes and made sure to explain Katakuri how to take care of you and if her state got worse to call the doctor again. When they left Katakuri was about to go up to his room when the thought of you being alone hit him. A bit unsure whether he should stay with you or not he walked back to you room and light up some candles before he took of his shoes and sat down next to you on the bed. He was nervous. His heart was racing and his mind was an absolute mess. But his face? The definition of calm. You felt his presence next to you and smiled. You thanked him and took his big hand in yours and let sleep take over you once again.”No need to thank me doll.”

· And just like that it was the first time he ever called you by something else than your name but also the first night he shared a room with you.

[hanzajesthanza]

vilgefortz t-posing to assert dominance over geralt

[amelialincoln]

Can you just do something with amelink and donuts please? It can be anything tbh but I need to see more amelink and donuts in my life

Needs - cranked this one out super quick for ya. hope u enjoy :)

Link awoke to a little moan of pain for the third time on this particular night. He rolled over to find Amelia curled up in a ball, her eyes squeezed into tiny slits and her brow furrowed.

“Another one?” His voice was thick with exhaustion.

“It hurts,” she managed to get out. Link sighed sympathetically, moving to run his fingers down her lower abdomen.

“Chill out little man.” He shook his head, in disbelief about how close they were to meeting him. “Have you gotten any sleep?” Amelia shook her head, relaxing slightly as the braxton hicks began to leave her system.

“He’s restless,” she mumbled, stretching uncomfortably and rolling over, allowing him to press his chest into her back and wrap his arms around her waist. They found themselves in this position more and more as Amelia’s bump had grown, as it was pretty much the only cuddling position she could find comfort in.

“I heard Bailey finally banned you from the hospital,” he teased. The chief of surgery had been trying to keep Amelia from operating for weeks now and finally succeeded when she mistook her braxton hicks for actual contractions.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” she answered, with a hint of resentment. It hadn’t just been Bailey tying to keep Amelia from working. It seemed like everyone, especially her sisters, had something to say about her inability to take time off. His girlfriend’s small proportions looked almost comical with a baby bump this size, at times it almost looked like gravity would give in and she’d just topple over. This was all Link’s fault, obviously, according to Amelia and she refused to carry one of his big ass babies ever again. Her words not his. It was when she had to start wearing Link’s scrub tops to work that the teasing from her sisters really began. And while Amelia laughed it off for the most part, Link couldn’t help but notice the tiny bit of insecurity behind her smile. “If anything Bailey’s just paying us extra for a maternity leave that I’m absolutely fine with shortening.” Link chuckled at her stubbornness, through the featherlike kisses he was placing on her neck.

“Maybe she was just tired of waiting twenty minutes for you to get to the OR floor.”

“Rude,” Amelia scoffed. “I’m not that slow.”

“You’re absolutely right,” Link replied with a grin. “And it’s definitely not because you kept paging the head of orthopaedic surgery 911 to an on call room for sex at least once a day.”

“I only paged you once during surgery by mistake!” She exclaimed defensively. “All the other times were when you weren’t busy. I can’t help the hormones or the fact that you walk around the hospital making eyes at me like a sex god.”

“I do not make eyes at you,” he laughed.

“You do! It’s like that psychological test thing where they put marshmallows in front of kids and told them not to eat them.”

“Am I supposed to be the marshmallow in this situation?” Link teased.

“No, you’re ten times better than a marshmallow and it’s distracting,” she groaned, rolling back over to face him. “And being your baby mommy,” he raised his eyebrows, “only I’m allowed to use that name,” she confirmed, “it’s your job to satisfy the hormones that you caused.”

“Oh, babe, I think I do more than satisfy,” he winked, playing with the neckline of her tank top and grinning as her cheeks turned an adorable shade of pink.

“Well, right now the baby wants donuts.” She shrugged. Link groaned, glancing at their alarm clock which read 4:43 am.

“Are you kidding?”

“Nope,” she replied, popping the p with her slightly swollen lips that he really wished were on his. “Henry’s is open.”

“Amelia, you need to sleep,” he complained, tugging the duvet up to her chin.

“Really? Because it seemed like you were up for something that doesn’t involve sleeping,” she replied innocently.

“No but that’s,” he sputtered, “that’s completely different. You wouldn’t have to--”

“Link, we’re getting donuts.” She confirmed simply. “Put some pants on and hurry up.”

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Although Link was hoping to continue being grumpy in response to her practically dragging him out of bed, he couldn’t help but grin at the happiness, resulting from being in the car on the way to getting donuts at 5am, that was radiating from Amelia. She was practically dancing in her seat as they pulled up to the drive thru.

“What do you want?” He asked, trying to hide his amusement.

“What do you think?” She responded with a shrug.

“Can I get a 12 pack of assorted donuts?” Link sighed into the speaker.

“And a coffee, please?” Amelia added softly.

“And a sm--”

“Medium,” she interrupted.

“Sorry, medium decaf coffee.” She didn’t seem to enjoy that too much. “Hey, don’t complain and eat your donuts,” he chuckled as he handed her the white cardboard box. That received a smile. Amelia took a small bite, sighing with satisfaction and leaning back against the leather seat of the car. This sight did not help Link’s current horniness in any way. “Can you chill with the donut orgasm a bit?” He grumbled.

“Jealous, babe?” She teased, holding it out for him to take a bite. “Come on, this is the closest thing you’re getting to a fantasy tonight.” He gave in, letting her stuff the entirety of it inside his mouth.

[thatgirlsnotrightinthebrain]

Feedee asks:

40,45

Anon, this is going to be a very long answer. I have tried answering this ask for you two times prior, and both times I made the mistake of doing it in my phone browser where my fingers have brushed my screen just so so that the page refreshed and deleted the entirety of my amazing answer I have learned from my mistakes, and I am writing my response in a note to copy/paste when I’m done.

40. Cutest feederism fantasy?

I like to think that I’m pretty easy to please. When it comes down to it, all I want is someone who loves me despite my weight, someone who tells me I’m pretty on a regular basis, and if they want to occasionally coax me into eating a family size package of Oreos, I wouldn’t complain. I’m not sure if the following is my “cutest” feederism fantasy, or even if I would want anything like it to happen in real life, but it is a fantasy I had when originally answering this question. Maybe with this being the third time I’m typing it out, it will stick.

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After a month or two of dating, when I start to know whether I like him or not, the guy I’m seeing invites me over to his place for the day to just hang out on his bed or sofa- watching Tv, movies, playing video games. Relaxed. Easy. When I arrive, he has an array of snacks ready for the day. He lays out a huge bowl of plain Ruffles between us. Since it’s still relatively early in our relationship, I graze, intent on only eating one serving of the chips. I don’t want to go crazy. He glances over at me every so often, between scenes of whatever is on the screen in front of us, and sees that I’m enjoying the chips, but that I only took a little bit. “You can have some more you know. I don’t really like those anyway... I prefer the sour cream and onion Lays, but I know you like Ruffles. Besides, you said you didn’t eat before coming over. Please have some more.” I contemplate. If I eat the rest of these chips in this bowl, I won’t have to eat again until later. So I finish the bowl, and the next snack comes out - chocolate chip mini muffins. I take one and he looks out the corner of his eye. “I really should have put these out first, huh?” He chuckles. “They’re more in line with breakfast. I know they’re your favorite, I couldn’t find any mixed packs with corn muffins in them too, so eat up! It’s okay. I’m not that hungry.” So I end up eating all 12 mini muffins. This pattern of him not liking any of these snacks he bought (all my problematic faves) and knowing that I’m hungry, convincing me it’s okay to eat continues. I steadily eat my way through a family size bag of Crunchy Cheetos, a package of Double Dark Chocolate Milanos, a box of cheese-flavored Ritz Bits, a box of Entemann’s Chocolate covered donuts. Eventually he orders some actual food - some bacon cheeseburgers and a carnival sized bucket of fries (he knows they’re my absolute favorite actual non-snack food) and a two liter of Coca-Cola. Everything is so delicious, I just keep eating. Eventually he lays down on his side next to me, stuffed, with my hands cradling my belly. He presents dessert - Chocolate Chip Cookies, a family-sized package of Oreos, and a tall glass of milk. He knows they’re my favorite sweets, that I won’t be able to resist them. After he gently dips each cookie in the glass of milk, he brings cookie after cookie to my mouth while he caresses my tummy, kisses me all over, tells me I’m pretty, that I’m such a good eater. I’m so full, but it just tastes so good, he’s so handsome I can’t say no to that face, I don’t want to. I eat cookie after cookie until they’re all gone. He sees the guilty look on my face. “It’s alright. It’s not like you eat like this all the time. It’s a one time thing... You were hungry, so you ate. It’s okay to indulge and enjoy food every once in a while. There’s nothing to feel guilty about.” The longer we go out, the more frequent days like this become - Once every few months becomes once a month, becomes once a week, becomes three times a week, becomes everyday once we move in together.

Two years later, when he proposes, I have ballooned. I am the heaviest I’ve ever been. The outfit I wore on our first date has not fit in a long while. Since I don’t want to look like a blimp in my white dress for the wedding, I decide to lose weight. He doesn’t argue, he respects my wishes. I try eating salads, but I cover them in cheese and fried chicken. When I decide to exercise, I’m pouring sweat and am out of breath in seconds. I can’t even lift my weight to do one push up on my knees. He assures me I’m beautiful the way I am and I don’t need to lose weight. “We can eat healthier and you’ll slim down.” He knows full well I’m too accustomed to eating junk, that I’ll just try and sneak the junk when he’s not around. And he’s right. Drive throughs are a must for breakfast, lunch, and dinner on weekdays when I work. I grab junk when shopping for healthy groceries on the weekend and eat it all in the car so he’s none the wiser. Except he knows and says nothing. He lets me indulge.

By the time we get married, I’m absolutely huge and I waddle down the aisle, footsteps heavy. There’s a rumor going around among our guests that I needed to reorder my dress three days ago two sizes larger than the one I put in to be altered a month ago. (It’s true.) I look like an enormous cupcake. The guests all whisper about how I blew up and became a beached whale behind my back, but they are nothing but kind to my face. My husband thought ahead - he knows I won’t eat much at the wedding because I feel guilty about my size, so he orders two cakes - one for our 200 guests, and one the same size for our wedding night. Since I’m far too fat to be lifted through the doorway, I waddle to the bedroom where he unzips my dress and I wiggle out of it, all of me continuing to jiggle after it’s off. He makes sure I lay down comfortably on the bed, bedsprings groaning under my weight. He proceeds to cut the second wedding cake into neat slices. Like that first day he invited me to his place, he lays on his side next to me, nothing but admiration visible on his face as he feeds slice after slice of cake into my round moon face. He lovingly rubs my belly and caresses me with kisses all over my body. “You’re absolutely stunning, Mrs. ([insert his last name here.] I love you.” When things get frisky, the bed frame collapses under (mostly) my weight. “It’s alright gorgeous. We’ll get a new one tomorrow. I intend to help you be comfortable with food, your body, and to help you indulge for the rest of forever.”

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45. Favorite chubby pet name?

Honestly, I don’t know if I would like being called any of them. I may be okay with “Piggy” since my parents used to call me one when they thought I ate too much. Maybe “Fatty” or “Fatass” but only in the context of teasing me about how chubby I am and making it clear how much you like it.

[prettywordsyouleft]

I Suppose

Prompt: “Sometimes I wish you would disappear.” -- @challengingwords​ prompt #36

Pairing: Cha Hakyeon x female reader

Genre: guardian angel au / fluff

Warnings: there’s a tiny bit of angst but it’s quickly resolved. Also, apparently, I can’t stop writing about saints/angels/demons it seems *shrugs*

Word count: 890

“Are you really going to eat that?” a voice inquired as you pulled a glazed donut up to your mouth. Hakyeon didn’t even let you take a bite. “That would be your third today.”

“And the problem with that is?” you asked with an impatient sigh, your hand hesitating with its delivery. You could smell the baked goods and also his disappointment at your decision-making.

“Well, there is no immediate problem, no. But weren’t you complaining about how your clothes felt tighter the other day-”

Shooting Hakyeon a dark look, the man held up his hands in front of him and chuckled. “By all means, eat the donut, Y/N.”

“Really. Today of all days?”

“What is it now?” you implored, and Hakyeon’s gaze washed over you before shifting back to the window he had been staring out of with disgust. You nodded curtly. “I can see that it’s raining outside.”

“I don’t much like the rain.”

“What you like and don’t like shouldn’t stop me from living, now should it?”

“No, I suppose it shouldn’t.”

Hakyeon didn’t seem as if he was finished, and you waited for the rest of his statement. “I don’t like the rain upon my wings.”

“So keep them concealed. Or even better, stay home. Keep cosy. I’ll go meet with Taekwoon without you.”

Hakyeon was quick to leave the windowpane behind him. “Alone? I think I’ll accompany you today.”

You smirked. “But the rain will get on your wings.”

You could sense Hakyeon was going to voice his opinion yet again, and you groaned, turning to point at the angel in protest. “Don’t say anything.”

“I believe I ought to.”

“Why? So you can cast negativity on the situation yet again?”

“I don’t always cast negativity, Y/N. As your guardian-”

“You know sometimes I wish you would disappear,” you stated, and Hakyeon blinked rapidly, his mouth falling ajar.

You didn’t know how to respond to your own words, shock enveloping you at speaking them. Did you really mean such a thing?

Hakyeon was your longest friend. He had been at your side since you were a child, having quite an accident-prone lifestyle even back then. You had thought him to be an imaginary friend, except when you grew too old to have one, he never disappeared. You were a teen by the time you realised he was your guardian angel.

Now, you felt as if you could live in this world without his constant guidance.

“Very well,” Hakyeon managed to say, swallowing down a lump in his throat at the same time.

“Wait, Hakyeon, I didn’t-!”

Before your sentence was finished, he was gone.

Looking at the donuts in a bakery window, you smiled sadly. You had no appetite for them today. Walking along the sidewalk sluggishly, you felt the heavens opening up above before a loud crash followed the sudden downpour. Stopping, you stared up at the skies, accepting the punishment desperately.

If only Hakyeon would come back.

It had been three days since you had said those hurtful words and three long days it had been. You always wondered why Hakyeon stuck to you like glue. Surely, you could cope in the world without him at your side.

You were learning very quickly how much you depended on him.

How much you loved him.

Shivering as the rain soaked you to the bone, you blindly turned to move off again, tripping over a storefront’s sign, and gripping onto the first thing you could grab.

It felt feathery, and you snapped your focus up, squinting against the grey light.

Hakyeon moved so the brightness stopped blinding you, and you didn’t hesitate to dive into his embrace, holding on firmly.

“I always have hated the rain,” he mentioned, and you laughed against him, snuggling him tighter.

Hakyeon equally had a firm hold of you.

“Let’s go home then. I don’t want your feathers to get too fluffy. You’ll need to sit with your wings out for hours to dry if we stand here much longer.”

“It will be worth it if you want me around you.”

“I never wish for you to disappear again!” you concluded as you looked up at your angel.

Hakyeon smirked. “Really? You were so certain you didn’t need me the other day.”

“Even if you nag me daily, I’d much rather listen to that than not hear or see from you. I can’t cope without you.”

“You’re lucky I’m too committed to you, Y/N. The last three days have been hellish, and I shouldn’t know about such dark places, being an angel and all.”

“You’re not that innocent,” you teased as he took your hand, and you both began walking.

Hakyeon chuckled. “No, I suppose you’re right.”

“Angels aren’t meant to have feelings for their charges, for one,” you reminded, and he gave you a pointed look. “What? Just because you can read my mind, doesn’t mean I don’t know how you feel about me.”

“Humans are more trouble than they’re worth,” he muttered, glancing back at his wings now folded against his back. “I never had to worry about my wings when I didn’t have you.”

“Now, you have to worry about your wings and me.”

Hakyeon grinned, nodding once. “I suppose you’re worth it.”

You laughed heartily, swinging your linked hands back and forth. “I suppose so.”

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[thedreammweaver]

Far From Over (Burton-schumacherverse riddlebird)

(A/N: @esperata helped me out with this fic which has been sitting for months because of my trouble writing one scene. I’m putting the part she wrote in purple since I want to give credit where it’s very much due💜💚.)

Warnings: insecurities, insecurities about weight, embarrassment, health issues, medical fat phobia

Ed knocked on the doorway to Oswald’s study before coming in, Oswald knew he was coming for a visit but it didn’t hurt to be polite.

“Come in.” He heard Oswald say.

As Ed neared the desk he spotted a half empty box of eclairs and donuts, of both the standard and jelly filled variety. “What’s the occasion?” Ed asked, flicking the cardboard lid so it would bounce. “Trying to spite my doctor.” Oswald answered, his mouth half full of one of the pastries.

“Oh?”

Oswald nodded as he reached for one of the donuts “I thought that black shit that comes out of my mouth would stop after I moved out of the sewer, but it’s been a year and it hasn’t so Selina said I should see a doctor about it,” he stuffed the donut into his mouth before continuing “and he said that it would probably clear up with exercise.” The passive aggressive fury was apparent in Oswald’s voice even with his mouth full “The cure for everything, apparently. The son of a bitch won’t even see me properly until I try losing weight.”

“What exactly did he suggest you do?”

“Get more exercise...stop eating so much in single sittings..” Oswald swallowed what was in his mouth and looked at the box of pastries thoughtfully “Do you think I could fit two of these in my mouth at once?”

“I wouldn’t dare venture a guess.” Ed cleared his throat “Well, if you did want to try the whole exercising thing...I do teach jazzercise on the side in case you’re interested..”

“What?”

“You know, jazzercise, I host a thing-“

“No, I get all that! Why are you telling me? I would never do something like that.”

Ed frowned “I figured I’d give you the opportunity but nevermind.” He huffed as he got up “Bye, Ozzie..” he sounded disappointed as he left.

Never in a million years did Oswald think Ed’s pouting was powerful enough to get him to agree to something like this. Certainly not wrapped in skin tight lycra. Yet here he was. He averted his gaze self consciously from the other slimmer attendees and twiddled his flippers in front of his stomach. He was just thinking about leaving when Ed bounced to the front of the class.

"Right everyone." Ed grinned right at Oz. "Let's go!"

Oswald wouldn't have stood a chance of keeping up even if he had been focused on it. As it was he kept being distracted by Eddie's long limbs. He'd always liked Ed and admired his physique but usually he had better control of his ogling.

It was both too soon and far too long before the class ended.

"Great job everyone!"

Oswald was very aware he had not done well at all. He felt his shortcomings very keenly having seen all the other lithe students. He was sure Ed too must have been horrified. As Edward approached him he therefore prepared to make his excuses and flee.

"I'm so glad you came Ozzie!"

Oswald stared at his bright smile and flushed cheeks and forgot everything else. "I'm glad I came too. Same time next week?"

Oswald was fuming as he sunk down into the bath, trying to nurse sore muscles. The heat of the water felt nice but was agitating his body enough to make the black green bile start running from his mouth a bit more than it usually did. He huffed, usually he was quick to clean himself up but in the bath he supposed it didn’t matter.

The next class came and went, suddenly Oswald was on his third. He had been told exercising was supposed to get easier but his muscles were still screaming and he felt like his lungs were on fire. Things weren’t so great on the outside either, some of the participants had left because of his presence and others were making fun of him behind his back. Usually he felt quite powerful but here among these youthful thin bodies he felt like nothing. Once the class was over Oswald went up to Ed who was packing up his stuff.

“Eddie?”

“Yeah?”

“Is there any chance we could do...this but just the two of us?” Oswald asked.

“Ed paused, wondering why Oswald would ask to do such a thing.” Ed joked, putting on an overdramatized narrator voice.

Oswald rolled his eyes before continuing “I....feel like I’m bothering people.”

Ed wished he could say that wasn’t true but he’d gotten a number of complaints since Oswald joined. He nodded “I can do that..I’d have time tomorrow if you’re up for it.”

Oswald wanted to collapse at the thought of doing this two days in a row “I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

Oswald wanted to be alone with Ed but this didn’t seem worth it. Without the loud music and other people Oswald’s wheezing was loud and clear. Ed gave him some concerned looks but Oswald assured him he was alright..until he wasn’t. Before Oswald could process what was happening the room started spinning and he felt himself falling over.

“Ozzie??”

Oswald groaned as he woke up to Ed’s voice.

“Are you okay???”

Oswald went to get up but Ed stopped him, putting a hand on his chest. His eyes widened “Jesus Christ..” there was a worrying amount of heat coming off of Oswald’s body.

“Oswald-“

“That’s normal, ignore it.” Oswald slurred a bit as he was still waking up.

“That is not normal!”

“It is for me! I don’t really sweat so it just gets trapped inside I guess.”

Ed backed away and stood up “And you didn’t think to tell me that?!”

“What’s the big deal?”

“What’s- Oswald! You’re essentially giving yourself heat stroke, I never would’ve asked you to come if I knew about this!”

Oswald, with some effort, got to his feet. His head was still swirling.

“I mean why would you even come if you knew you’re not built for this kind of thing??”

The implication that Oswald was too weak for something made him angry “I wanted to impress you!” Oswald snapped. He deflated as he realized what he’d said. “Goodbye, Edward..” Oswald said curtly before stomping out.

Sneaking into Oswald’s house was harder than Ed expected but he’d managed it. As he followed the penguins he found Oswald in the kitchen poutily eating a chocolate cake having demolished a good bit of it already. “What do you want?” Oswald growled.

“I wanted to make sure you’re okay.. About what you said.. did you really put yourself through all of that for me?”

“..no.”

“But you said-“

“Will you just fuck off so I can eat my weight in sugar and wallow?”

Ed went over and grabbed Oswald’s arm to pull him up and star leading him to the front door. “What the hell do you think you’re doing??” Oswald didn’t struggle as much as he could, letting himself remain in Ed’s grasp.

“What’s your doctor’s name?” Ed asked.

After a lot of threatening Oswald’s doctor agreed to run some tests which took a few hours. Ed stayed with Oswald the entire time. When the doctor came back with the results Oswald was feeling more than impatient to hear. The doctor sighed “There’s things in your body our machines don’t even recognize. Besides asthma and hypohidrotic ectodermal dysplasia I don’t know exactly what is wrong with you.”

Oswald thought for a moment, processing the new information, he turned to the doctor snidely “That wasn’t so hard was it?” He got closer to him which caused the other man the back into a wall.

“So..do you want to start treatment or-“

“I’ll be seeing someone else for that.” Oswald said coldly, grabbing Ed’s hand and walking out with him.

Oswald and Ed sat in comfortable silence in the backseat as Oswald’s driver took them back to his house. Oswald felt better than he had in a few weeks. “Thanks for doing that, Ed..” Oswald said, turning to the other man. Ed looked at Oswald for a moment before suddenly kissing him. He looked surprised at himself as he pulled away “I’m sorry, I-“

Oswald pulled Ed close by his tie and started making out with him, unbuckling himself to get closer. Things were certainly starting to look up in Oswald’s life.

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Five Words

I’m back again ... this time with a requested ‘Leonard Betts’ follow-up ...

this tried to kill me a little bit ... not lying ...

@laurenclare88 @today-in-fic

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No surprise to either Mulder or Scully, he was awake when she called, “hey, it’s me.”

“Hey, me, you okay?” Twisting his head back to see the clock behind him, “it’s almost midnight.”

“Feel like getting some hot chocolate? Coffee? Platter of waffles the size of your head?”

He heard something in her voice, and not sure if she’d been crying or sound asleep until five seconds before she called, he sat up, “well, Waffles and Stuff is open and in the middle so we can meet there, if you’d like, or if we hit Rolls and Holes, I’ll come pick you up.”

It was actually called Benny’s Café but they specialized in homemade cinnamon rolls and peanut butter donut holes, hence Mulder’s highly inappropriate, yet completely fitting, nickname.

She didn’t laugh like she normally did, juvenile as the nickname was, and he headed towards his shoes, wondering what could have happened since he left her yawning, at her front door, two hours ago, “Waffles and Stuff is fine. See you in ten.”

She must already be in the car because it took ten minutes to get there. Hurrying now, he tossed on a sweatshirt, then his jacket, heading out the door a minute later, turning left for the stairs instead of right to the elevator because hoofing it would be faster. The car ride there was quiet, traffic light, pavement dry.

Waffles and Stuff was empty this time of night, and as he parked, he spotted her already in their booth in the corner, having graduated from the counter a year or so back. Waving to both the cook and lone waitress, Max and Catherine as they had learned some time ago, he slid into the bench across from his partner, “fancy meeting you here.”

She didn’t feel like banter tonight, heavy burden weighing but not forming concrete thoughts able to be spoken out loud just yet. Instead, “you want to split the waffles or fly solo?”

“Scully.”

Hands on the table, she raised one in his direction, fingers waving absently, wrist bobbing in a ‘give me some time’ gesture, “I think I’d like to split a set of Belgian with extra butter and get bacon and sausage on the side. How’s that sound?”

Now she was just freaking him out. Stopping her flopping hand, “Scully? What happened? Is it your mom? Bill? Talk to me, please?”

She jerked her hand away from him, nearly taking out her water glass in the process, “just … they’re fine … I just …” frustration made her words stutter, nostrils flare, jaw tighten for a moment, “I haven’t …”

Not pushing in the moment, he leaned forward, holding his pointer finger up to stop Catherine’s approach, “do you want to eat here or get it to go? We can share in the car if you want.”

Eyes shutting, she took a deep breath, palms flat on Formica. Exhaling slowly, she found her center for a brief second, “just some hot chocolate for now.”

Mulder called the order to Catherine, adding a ‘thanks’ before returning to Scully, speaking slowly again, “are you okay?”

Her head shook a ‘no’, eyes glued to the table, fingers white. Mulder’s stomach tightened but venturing a guess that she’d had a nightmare about Betts and couldn’t form the words yet, he nodded, trying again to touch her, tracing his fingers over the cold knuckles on the back of her hand, “you’re fine here, okay? We can stay as long as you like.”

Caught between crying and screaming, she let him run his fingers over her for another moment before sliding back, hands dropping to lap as eyes bounced from his chin, then to his chest before landing on his still extended hand, “I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

She knew damn well she didn’t wake him up, but both realized she needed to steer them back to middle ground, neutral conversation, “you didn’t. I was watching ‘Golden Girls’.”

Not knowing this particular vice, she met his green eyes, almost smiling, “who’s your favorite?”

“Um, Sophia. What kind of asinine question is that?”

Hot chocolate arrived amidst the debate of Sophia vs. Rose and ordering their smorgasbord, things stayed light through another side of bacon and a second helping of hot chocolate. Stuffed by 1:15am, Mulder saw her drifting away again, heaviness settling where frivolity had been moments earlier. Tapping her ankle with his shoe lightly, she didn’t startle but refocused on him, “that better be you.”

Continuing, “it is.”

“Good. Otherwise, we’ll never be able to come here again.”

Catherine somehow managed to clean their table without disturbance, in, out, feeling the odd pall over them. Neither so much as glanced her way.

Subtly lifting his leg, he set his foot on the booth beside her, preventing any escape from his next questions, “what happened? Did you have a nightmare about Betts? Did you see something? Hear something?” He felt microscopic pressure against his ankle as her thigh muscles tensed to move but he held steady, not letting her leave. Voice dropping to a whisper, he leaned forward, “you’re starting to freak me out.”

Her face crumbled for a moment, then snapped back to normal 1 am, shifting gears a third time when her eyebrows crashed together, lip curling, chin wobbling in an instant, then back to normal. The gambit of emotions that crossed her face in under four seconds was heart-wrenching and Mulder followed along, panic about to overrun control.

Moving his foot, he shifted in beside her, arm around her shoulder, fear growing exponentially, his voice wobbling quietly in her ear, “what happened?”

“Betts told me I had something he needed.”

With the speed of a fucking bullet, realization froze his heart, and his other arm completed the circle around her, pulling her into his shoulder, burying his face in her hair, “Betts in a psychopathic fucker.” She couldn’t quite find words to tell him about the bloody nose that had sent her spiraling so she tried to move closer instead, wishing for a way to crawl into his lap without rebuke or reprisal. Ice still coursing through his veins, he choose denial mode as opposed to depths of despair, comfort instead of chaos, “he’s certifiable, Scully, why would you give him a second thought? A first thought, even?”

When she didn’t respond, he let go of her, standing, tossing money on the table and taking her hand, “come on.”

When he pulled away from her, she nearly sobbed, missing him in that second more than she’d missed him in … well … possibly ever. Seeing his extended hand started the roller coaster all over again and shifting, she followed in silence, little hand wrapped in big, not waving goodnight to their hosts, not seeing anything but his jacket inches from her nose.

Her nose.

And the slightest headache thrumming behind it.

She stumbled over the curb, running into his back, catching herself before hitting the ground. Her control was gone, her walls blown to hell, her mind focused on five words, four years, three drops of blood, two people, one soul and the suddenly ticking timebomb of a six-letter word.

She couldn’t say it.

Mulder had her face in his hands, trying to comprehend the unimaginable, eyes darting between hers, betraying any kind of cool exterior both knew he didn’t have, “you’re fine, Scully. You are going to be fine. Betts is … was … and ever shall be … nothing to us. He wanted to get under your skin and he knew how and he did it and he’s burning in hell right now and you can’t listen to anything he said. Do you hear me?”

Held still by large palms and calloused fingers, she let the tears escape, her voice reaching his ears in a wet, spitty, stilted stutter, “you … you didn’t hear … how he said it … Mulder. He … he had sympathy in his words, the look …” eyes closed for a moment, swallowing hard, “he looked genuinely sorry.” Choking inhale in, one sob shook both to their core, “he wasn’t saying it to be cruel. He was saying it … to be kind … and he’s dead and he can’t … he could have …”

Shaking his head, he finally pulled her into a hug, most of her upper body disappearing into his embrace, “he couldn’t have done anything, Scully. He removed tumors because he needed them. Doctors do the same thing. He didn’t cure, Scully,” he kept saying her name, needing to hear it out loud, prove she was still standing in front of him, his denial in place but his fear still winning, “he removed. Doctors cure, he mangled, he cut, he … he couldn’t have helped you but Leonard Betts doesn’t matter anymore because your fine and he’s gone and he was just fucking with your head because he could. He would have said the same thing to me had I been in the ambulance with you. I know enough about these people to know it would have ended with that phrase regardless of who was in the truck.”

Neither was sure who he was trying harder to convince and neither dwelled on it.

Instead, she stayed up on the curb while Mulder was one notch below in the gutter, hug evened out, height difference conquered with concrete and asphalt. A cone of silence enveloped them, traffic noise, barking dogs, airplanes overhead, all fading away, until, Scully, mess of emotions somewhat in check, spoke quietly into his chest, “will you take me home?”

“Of course.”

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Leaving his car behind, he drove hers to her apartment, both climbing stairs and locking doors behind. Her microwave clock now read 2:09am as she held out her hand to take his coat, walls still down, mind and heart exhausted, “would you mind sleeping in with me tonight? I wouldn’t normally ask but …” sentence running off to nowhere, she waited, eyes pleading in that Scully way.

“You got any sweats for me?”

Once in bed, not as awkwardly as either expected, they remained a civil distance apart but facing each other, eyes tired, eyes burning, eyes not breaking contact for fear the other would disappear in the time of a blink. Mulder, desperate to reach out to her, kept his hands to himself, “you’re fine. You will always be fine. You’ll go to the doctor if you need to tomorrow and he’ll tell you there’s nothing to worry about and then we’ll go ride roller coaster somewhere or run through the fountains of DC naked in celebration that I was right and you were wrong.”

She had already planned the following morning in her head but staying silent about that, she instead flashed him a small smile, trying her best to make it look genuine, to force her eyes to sparkle in amusement just enough to allow him to fall asleep in peace, “naked, huh?”

He saw through her bullshit like she was a plate glass window, “not on the roller coasters.”

“Oh, no. Definitely not on the roller coasters.”

Trying to keep his voice steady, “you’re going to be fine.”

Finally reaching towards him, his hand met hers halfway, “I know.”

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Sleep eluded him, preferring to listen to her stuffy inhale than to drift into slumber but even the great Fox Mulder eventually had to give in to sleep, drifting off around 4:15. Scully, faking until 3:30, woke at 5:45, slipping out of bed, five-minute shower, out the door by 6:30, leaving her partner behind.

Three favors later, she was trying to hold herself together in the MRI tube, magnets banging, head aching, muscles tensing with each new sound. How could that machine capture anything when her mind was racing so fast the images should just be a blur of thoughts, smudged terror captured in black and white, brought to you by the marvels of science?

She wished he was there so she could hold his hand.

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Mulder could fake a few things as well. He woke when she left the bed, stayed still, eyes shut, while he listened to her shower. He heard her come back in, sort through her closet, open dresser drawers, felt the air in the room change as she did, donning armor for her day ahead. She was at the foot of the bed so not in his possible waking view but to know she was comfortable enough to do her routine with him asleep five feet away made him quake inside. He held it together, even as she returned to the room, keys lightly clinking in hand, to give him a lingering kiss on the cheek, to brush his hair back as her thumb ran over his forehead.

He waited five minutes after he heard the front door lock before rolling over, stretching, missing her beating heart and radiating heat. Staring at the ceiling when done, he refused to ponder, instead, two grunts and a back crack later, he was up, standing, heading to the shower.

Problem was, the warm water, the smell of her soap, the view of damp towel on rack and dry one beside, just for him, caught him off-guard. Halfway through soaping up, he broke down, standing under the water, sobbing tears covered by loud water pinging off the walls. He gave himself what felt like five minutes before straightening back up, finishing his shampoo and wash, ending with a steamy-mirrored pep talk during which he convinced himself Scully would be just fine.

Making the bed, he headed out, calling a cab to get him to the diner, then driving himself home, waiting impatiently for a phone call he knew was inevitable. He could have heading to the basement, he could have taken a nap, he could have stared at the wall and had a panic attack the size of Montana but instead, he read his email, his phone never far from his hand.

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Scully saw the mass, a bright white spot of dread in her sinus cavity, doctor explaining, in the background, diagnosis and treatment options, but most of her attention was filled with it.

It.

IT.

That thing settled comfortably next to her brain.

IT.

Mesmerized, she nodded when they asked if she’d like to be alone for a minute; if she would like to call someone.

And then it was quiet, the snick of the shutting door the only noise in the room.

Leaving just her and the bright white mass on the light board.

“Mulder. Could you come down to the hospital, please?”

She could hear it in his voice as he said, “which area?”

“Oncology.”

The sound of a fight building. The sound of defiance taking root.

Or denial.

“I’m on my way.”