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inkedbybarnes · 25 days

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bucky barnes x fem!reader

summary: bucky is determined to take care of you while you're sick.

word count: 1.6k+

warnings: mentions of insecurities, mentions of illnesses (but vaguely described), fluffy ahh shit bc why not, usage of pet names such as baby and doll. bucky being stubbornly sweet (it is indeed, a warning), lowercase writing.

i've been sick the past few days hence the creation of this fic. idk why my mood drops when i'm sick... once again, this is too fluffy even for my own good but i warned you and you're reading it still anyway. 🤨 haha jk, i hope you enjoy this one! 🩷

dividers by @cafekitsune!

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“can you please let me in, baby?"

that was the fifth time bucky had asked the same question, never giving up on his mission to take care of you after learning from jarvis – out of all people... or robots? – that you were sick.

“bucky, i promise, i'm fine. stop trying to break the door,” you answered, your clogged nose not helping as you sounded horrible even with a concrete wall separating you from him. “go and tell steve that you're joining the mission. you can't withdraw yourself just because i'm—achoo!”

your nose began to leak, and you were now distracted with the need to find the tissue box that used to be on your bed. you didn't hear the door clicking open as well as the heavy footsteps of a certain soldier walking towards you.

“just because you're what? sick?”

you jumped, feeling the edge of the bed sink with his weight. you quickly grabbed the tissue box that was mysteriously thrown under the bed before facing bucky with the duvet covering most of your body.

“how did you open the door?”

bucky shrugged. “i broke the doorknob. you didn't say anything about breaking doorknobs.”

you sighed, not winning this argument with bucky. “you shouldn't be here, bucky. you're supposed to be preparing for a mission tomorrow, not babysitting me!”

“and let you go through this on your own? tough chance, doll. i'm your boyfriend for fuck's sake, and don't tell me that you're worried about getting me sick because we both know i'm immune," he argued, reaching out and pulling the blanket down enough to reveal your face. “are you really upset that i want to take care of you? you should be demanding things from me, baby. instead you've been hiding from me.”

“because i don't need anything, bucky. i can handle myself just fine." you huffed, knowing you wanted his attention and care so badly. remembering your face was exposed, you felt insecure again. you dragged the cover back up and turned away. “i also don't want you to see me like this.”

“like what?"

“like a mess," you muttered underneath the sheets. “you've never seen me like this before, and i swear i am the worst when i'm sick. you don't have to see me like this, okay? i don't want you to.”

you felt silly. it was completely normal to get sick, but you hated how extreme your body would act out whenever an illness would attack you. you'd always sound and look like you were fighting a battle in hell alone. the way your mind would take an entire flip and drag you to your lowest point didn't help either. so, not only were you feeling physically horrible, you were also struggling mentally.

“a mess? what mess?” he asked, lifting the cover to join you underneath it which caught you off guard. you were entirely exposed to his eyes now. “there's my girl. where's the mess that you're talking about, huh?”

with the little amount of energy left in you, you brought your hands up to cover your face. he could see how much of a mess you were now, far from the dream you've painted since the day you dated him. now, you were nothing but a nightmare of your reality.

“don't you dare hide from me. i haven't seen you all day and it's driving me insane," he complained, pulling your hands away from yourself. he brought his thumb to your teary eyes, wiping the tears away before they could fall. “i can't believe you're hiding from me just because you think i can't handle seeing you sick. what did you think i'd do once i saw you like this?”

you sniffed, hesitation holding you back from telling him the truth. it's only been three months since you've started dating bucky, and you were still in that stage where you'd constantly try impress him.

you weren't faking yourself, no. however, you still did your best to only show your good side and tuck away your insecurities. unfortunately, you had to get sick too soon and have to risk bucky seeing you this way.

“you thought i'd leave you? won't like you anymore? get turned off or something?”

you nodded, knowing that was exactly what went through your head and a bit pissed that he was able to read your mind without actually having the power to do so.

bucky's eyes softened at your confession, letting out a soft sigh as he saw how badly you were beating yourself up.

“if it's because of how you look right now, then it's true. you do look different," he answered, your chest tightening. “your eyes lost their glow, you're frowning more often, your eyes are all puffy, you are definitely grumpier than usual, your lips are dry and chapped from—”

“okay, i get it, bucky! you don't have to rub it in my fa—”

“but i won't be doing whatever is on your mind. you're sick, doll. it'll affect you. it's normal. hell, i look even worse when i used to get sick, but you? you still look so fucking lovely." he held your face gently, leaning forward to kiss your forehead. “even then, i don't give a fuck on how messy you can get. i'm your boyfriend. i should be taking care of you, helping you feel better, and bringing back the glow in your eyes. please, baby. let me take care of you.”

this time, you were looking back at him. "you mean it?"

"of course I mean it," he replied softly, his voice filled with sincerity. "i love you, doll. i don't care how you look like right now. you could look like a swamp monster and be sick as a dog, and i would still think that you are the most beautiful woman for me."

you giggled softly, his words filling you with warmth and reassurance. you felt so lucky to have a man who truly loved you and handled your insecurities with such understanding and care, and even sillier for thinking he'd leave you for such reasons.

“thank you. that really made me feel better," you told him, your arms slowly creeping forward to hold him. “i'm sorry for hiding. i was just scared to turn you off or anything.”

“are you kidding? i'm trying my best not to hold you down and kiss you all over. i haven't even hugged you for a day,” bucky said, a pout on the verge of forming on his face.

“it hasn't even been a day, bucky. now, who's dramatic?" you said, rolling your eyes playfully. “and you're supposed to be on a mission tomorrow! are you really not going?”

“when i could be here taking care of you?” he asked, as if the answer was already obvious. “the others can handle it. my main priority is to do anything you want and make you feel better.”

“anything?”

he smiled, leaning down to let your lips meet softly. "anything."

( a lil bonus < 3 )

“what is that smell?”

sam, steve, and natasha entered the compound after a quick briefing for their mission tomorrow. they joined tony and clint who were having a casual conversation in the living room about the best burrito in town.

the kitchen was an open space, the aroma of whatever bucky was cooking spreading all around the nearby rooms.

sam didn't hesitate to come closer and inspect the kitchen, finding the entire counter lined up with various spices and plates that bucky filled with his dishes.

“what's the occasion? did i miss something?" sam asked, grabbing a fork to take a little taste until bucky slapped his hand away. "ow! what was that for?"

"hands off." bucky warned, frowning at sam. “that's not for you, wilson."

“not even a nibble? come on, man. it smells amazing!”

their usual bickering caught the attention of the other avengers, immediately joining them in the kitchen which annoyed bucky even more when he saw them eyeing the food he made.

"before any of you try to ask, no. this is not for any of you."

"who's it even for?" natasha asked, the least interested to have a taste, but was curious either way.

bucky answered with your name. "she's sick."

"what? since when?" clint asked, worry flashing across his face. "can we do anything?"

bucky glanced up before hesitantly answering. "well.. she did say she wanted to watch a movie after eating."

clint snapped his fingers and smiled. "i'm on it."

"i'll get jarvis to check on her vitals every hour and create a diagnosis," tony said, already tapping on his smart watch. "assuming she wouldn't be too comfortable letting the entire team know what's going on with her body, i'll just let you receive the updates. just update me with what you can, yeah?"

"i'll talk to fury and let you both have a week free from work," steve offered. "she needs the rest and she needs you."

"oh, i'll handle fury. he can't say no to his favourite," natasha said with a smug smile. "tell her i'll bring her all her favourite snacks once we're back from our mission, and that she better be back to full health so we can go out together."

bucky nodded, chest warming with the genuine concern they shared. he was excited to let you know how loved and deserving of all this you were.

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evermourning · 4 months

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han jisung x reader | wc: 0.9k | genre: hurt/comfort, sick!fic, highly self-indulgent | warnings: mentions of illness, mentions of anxiety, non-sexual nudity, language, NOT PROOFREAD | a/n: i couldn't find a jiji sickfic so i wrote my own. voila bitches

when you called jisung to let him know you were sick, he dropped everything in his possessions to scramble home to you. it was an odd sight for chan and changbin - they'd been going over an upcoming song that needed a little more reworking on the outro when jisung's phone buzzed. he held it up to his ear, a quiet "hi, jagiya" just barely leaving his lips.

the two men with him watched with equal amazement as his eyes widened. jisung hung up almost instantly, shoving his things into his bag and dashing out of the studio. incredulously, they stared at each other for a moment or two before getting back to work.

jisung arrived home in record speed, out of breath as he stepped into your shared apartment. there you were, curled up on the sofa almost pitifully, a trash can filled to the brim with used tissues beside you.

when you saw him, your eyes were watery and you hugged yourself tighter. in that very moment, the world around jisung stopped. all that mattered was you. he came closer to you, wary of your sickness but prepared to toss caution aside if you needed him that badly.

"i'm so useless," you spat, hot tears streaming down your cheeks. you were shivering- or were you trembling? jisung didn't know. he wasn't a doctor. "i can't even keep myself from getting sick, and at such an important time too. hell, i can't even perform basic tasks. i'm achy as shit."

his heart rate quickened. he didn't want to let you down, ever. but what if he did? his anxiety was threatening to take hold of him, its dark tendrils peeking out of every nook and cranny in his body. he forced himself to remain calm. his most important mission was helping you.

taking a deep breath to ground himself, jisung knelt down beside you, looking up at you with his large, dark eyes.

"hey, look at me. you didn't do anything wrong, okay? you just got sick. that's not your fault at all. how about you go get ready to take a nice, hot shower, and i'll get you something to eat. then, once those two things are done, we can watch a movie together."

you nodded, hesitant, and slowly made your way to the bedroom, a fleece blanket still tightly wrapped around you. once you had disappeared, jisung pulled out his phone and called minho.

"hi, min? can you do me a huge favor? i'll pay you back for this, i promise. you're a better cook than i am, so could you make a batch of chicken noodle soup? thank you so much, man. i owe you."

minho could never turn down a plea from his best friend, and he heard the worry hanging upon every word. he immediately got to work on the soup.

meanwhile, jisung reunited with you in the bathroom, where you were testing the shower's water to make sure it was hot. sure enough, the room was becoming steamy, perfect for your congested nose. you began to undress, but stopped when you noticed jisung's shirt was peculiarly on the ground.

"ji, what are you doing?" you asked, stepping back. he gave you a soft smile, causing your heart to flutter.

"i'm showering with you. you said it yourself: you feel so achy you can't perform mundane tasks. let me help you, please." he tried to take your hands in his, but you pulled them back.

"but if you get sick, it'll...it'll all be my fault. you're on an important schedule." he scoffed at your words.

"i'd rather be sick so you could take care of me. you'll owe me, won't you? now let's get in the shower...i don't want the bill to get any higher!" he finally grabbed you, helping you out of your clothes and into the shower.

"that's because you hold full-on concerts in here, doofus." you grumbled. usually, whenever you showered with him, jisung did not wait to make suggestive comments about you. but this time, all that escaped from his lips were soft, loving words of praise. you truly brought out the best in him.

you stood there, your legs ready to give out on you at any moment, knowing that jisung would catch you. the feeling of his soft, soapy hands carefully massaging your scalp was tranquil. he helped wash every inch of your body, his eyes never leaving yours.

it was endearing, you reminded yourself, how jisung knew the risks of helping you. he had a career where he needed to be healthy all the time. but in this very moment, it was just you and him. no obstacles or fears were there to harm you. you knew moments like these were finite, tangible only until your brain was weary with forget. you were determined to keep this memory forever. to tell jisung when he needed a story to cheer him up, and maybe even to tell to your own children someday.

by the time minho arrived with the soup, you were sound asleep on the couch, in your favorite pajamas and tucked carefully into the blanket. your head was in jisung's lap, and his eyes were filled to the very brim with devotion.

he wished you could stay here, beside him, until his final moments.

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ghostcathedrals · 6 months

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daddy issues by the nbhd toji where every time you're on your way home from university, you see that scumbug of a guy walking across the street with either a bag of grocery, box of takeout food, or a toolbox. he looks at you sometimes, stops walking, with his free hand insert in the pocket of his loose pants. ofc with that intimidating gaze from the other side of the street sends shivers down your spine, but when buses pass by, he disappears.

then one day you finally interact, it's the time when your father abandoned you and you don't know how to earn enough cash to sustain your education while also studying. your mother is quite distraught by your father's actions, but she's too selfish to focus on providing enough for you. you're going through too much and you can already see your grades being affected

so you ended up at the nearest 7/11 store. it's late, really late, and you just got home from school + looking for jobs. you sit down and bury your face in your palms. later on, you're crying. the person behind the cashier counter felt bad for you and gave you a free cup noodles. so now you're eating while crying.

the guy you're looking at all the time ends up going to the convenience store because he ran out of food. ran out of food at 12 am, yes. he's wearing house clothes. even if the aisles attempt to cover him as he walks around to pick up his grocery list, he's tall enough that his head still peeks out atop the shelves.

you're finished with eating, and you realized it's too late and you still have to walk home, clean the apartment, and do some reading. swiftly, you pack up and grab your bag. you end up crying again, going down to crouch on the pavement. just in time, the guy comes out of the store and notices your crumpled figure sobbing and sniffling.

you look up and see him sitting down on the pavement, legs stretched out dangerously till it his ankles touch the road surface.

"well this time we're on the same street." he said. "except you're crying. blow your snot, geez." then he takes out the sealed roll of tissue from his grocery bag and pinches your nose. "blow."

just from the simple the gesture, you broke down into loud cries. "what the fuck," he says, as if taken aback by your reaction.

"sorry, i'm just so tired already," you say between sobs and sniffles. "dad left me, mom doesn't care, and now i have to... take care of myself. independent all of a sudden without any preparation."

he cheers you up by acquainting himself with you. he doesn't know how to comfort you so he's just there, sharing random stories, occasionally raising his eyebrows when he looks at his receipt. he also tells you about his struggles, well not in detail of course. he's a college dropout, banished from his family, and doesn't have much prospect with jobs either, especially since he dropped out in sophomore year years ago. his only work is being an on-call mechanic. has some side jobs sometimes, but it obviously means he's also not earning enough to be comfortably living.

"but i don't really care anymore." he shrugs. "i mean, having weird ass jobs can be entertaining, too." you both chuckle.

it's already thirty minutes past one in the morning.

he's the one who tells you it's time for you both to go. "i'm not gonna intrude your privacy, but just let me look at you from afar to ensure you get home safely, got it?" you nod.

"thanks, toji."

"nothing to thank for, kid."

but you're not walking yet. both of you are just staring at each other, and the length of this silent conversation is starting to burn your cheeks. there's something about his stare or his person for that matter that makes him dark. dark with a flickering light in him.

you feel like you're levitating when he walks up closer, head tilting to face you. "aren't you gonna go home?" oh my god, it tickles your gut when he says your name.

you snap out of your senses. it feels gloomy to go back to your sad life after meeting toji officially, the guy who always walks across you when you go home. you know it will be different after this night. but the thing is, even as you snap out of your senses, you're still staring at him. he looks away, and then walks away eventually.

"thanks."

"yeah yeah. and thanks for not burning a hole in my head with that staring contest."

"can i hug you?"

"what."

"only if you want to," you reply. "just to help me feel better tomorrow⎯"

you need to finish. he walks up to you and with his larger figure, he wraps his arm around you in an embrace, then brings his hand to your head, softly ruffling your hair. "better treat me food next time. i don't do this shit all the time."

as you walk away on the way to your apartment building, you turn to see his shrinking figure looking at your direction, then eventually starts walking to the other direction

hell yeah

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mj-iza-writer · 3 months

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"It started with yelling", Caretaker recalled as they spoke to the doctor privately while a nurse helped Whumpee into a sling.

"Whumpee had been asleep for a few hours already. I myself was getting ready to get into bed when I heard frantic movements coming from their room", Caretaker sighed, "I was on my way to check on them when I heard their yelling for help, I heard them fall. By then, I rushed to open the door. I saw them crash into the door frame and fall to the ground."

The doctor sighed, "they've definitely broken their collarbone. It could have been from falling or running into the doorframe. We're not sure, and they won't tell us. They seem to be shaken up still. They've also sprained their wrist. I can assume that happened when they fell."

Caretaker nodded, "I'll talk to them as I have to document all of this and file it to my board supervisors. I'll let you know what I find out."

Caretaker waited a few more minutes while the nurse finished helping Whumpee.

"Hey Whumpee, you gave us all a little scare", Caretaker came in and sat, "they're working on your discharge summary right now, so we have some time to talk."

"I-I'm sorry, I... I", Whumpee started to sob.

"Hey, shh. It's okay, Whumpee, you didn't do anything bad", Caretaker quickly got up to hug Whumpee, "you sounded very scared when I heard you, what happened?", Caretaker rested his hand on Whumpee's good shoulder.

"I had a nightmare, but when I woke up, I thought I saw them in my room still. Th-there was a shadow", Whumpee looked down, "I tried to get out of bed. Um, my foot was caught under the blankets, so I fell to the floor. I think that's when I hurt my wrist, and I called for help", Whumpee sniffled some snot up their nose and wiped some tears with their pajama sleeves, "I was rushing to the door when I saw it open, I tried to stop or move out of the way, but I hit the door and fell back, that's when my shoulder started to hurt."

"My my, I'm sorry you had quite the nightmare", Caretaker sighed.

Caretaker pulled the chair a little closer, and sat back down.

"I was getting into bed when I heard you moving around. I went to check on you, and when I heard you fall I sprinted to the door", Caretaker pulled out his phone, "and of course I saw you hit the door frame", Caretaker sighed, "so what will happen now is I'm going to document all of this here on my phone. A copy goes to your doctor, a copy goes to my supervisors, and a copy gets save to your care file, and as you know, you can access that at any time."

Whumpee nodded, "I'm sorry again, I know you haven't had any sleep yet. Now you have this to worry about."

Caretaker sighed and looked at Whumpee, "you have nothing to apologize for. Your care comes first, as for your injuries, I'm sorry to you that that happened. Don't worry about my sleep schedule", Caretaker gave a comforting smile, "I am perfectly fine."

Whumpee nodded and used their pajamas to wipe another tear.

Caretaker reached for a nearby tissue box and offered it to Whumpee.

Once home Caretaker got Whumpee into bed.

"Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere", Caretaker looked them over, "try to keep your arms elevated. The ice packs and elevation will help with swelling for your wrist and collarbone."

Whumpee nodded, "besides that, I feel okay."

"I'm going to let your nurse know what happened so they come in prepared", Caretaker pulled up a blanket, "I'm going to send in the report and discharge notes to my supervisors, then I'm going to lay down for a nap until your nurse is here."

Whumpee whimpered a little.

"Are you okay?", Caretaker looked at them with concern, "I forgot about my nurse, do you think they'll be upset with me. I'm going to be an inconvenience to both of you."

"You're not an inconvenience Whumpee", Caretaker sighed, "never think you are an inconvenience to us. We are here to take care of you. We are happy to do that for you."

"I'll go out to the pharmacy later to pick up your pain medication the doctor gave you. Are you in any pain right now?", Caretaker looked over Whumpee again.

"No sir", Whumpee sighed.

"Okay, call me if you need anything at all", Caretaker started to leave, they looked around the room, "I bet that was the shadow you saw", they pointed at a pile of clothes Whumpee had neglected, "I'll clean that up later, and see about a night light in here."

Whumpee sighed as they looked at the pile of clothing. Knowing that was their fault, and they neglected to do their one chore of the day.

"I'm sorry", Whumpee looked back at Caretaker.

"I'm not upset about it Whumpee, but I will say this as a reminder. You have a few chores to take care of. I do that so you regain some independence, I hope we learned a lesson from this", Caretaker sighed.

Whumpee nodded.

"Alright go ahead and get some rest", Caretaker smiled, "and Whumpee?"

"Y-yes sir", Whumpee looked toward Caretaker.

"I'm not mad at you. Please remember that", Caretaker promised, "you are not an inconvenience at all."

Whumpee nodded, "thankyou Caretaker, that means a lot."

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pookietv · 14 days

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clingy | arthurtv

another little illness drabble because i liked doing the george one!

when you got a call from arthur late at night, it was usually him calling to chat when he was bored, or to tell you some new fact that he had found wildly interesting.

so when you heard a slightly raspy, tired sounding arthur, you were a little taken aback.

"y/n?" was the first thing that came down the phone.

"hi, arthur, whats up?" you said sweetly, before a cough came down the phone.

"this might sound a little silly, but would you mind coming round?"

"uh huh, sure, i don't mind at all," you confirmed straight away, "are you okay? you sound a little raspy," you asked.

"think 'm ill.. know it sounds silly but was just laying in bed and i haven't felt great all day, and then i was just missing you and wanted to see you," he rambles out, and you have to admit it did melt your heart a little.

and thats how you had ended up at his door at 11:23, not all that late but a little strange nonetheless, and you pushed the key into the door, the spare you had been given to the flat, slipping your shoes off and heading to arthur's room, trying to be quiet in case anyone was asleep.

you gently pushed open arthur's door to be greeted by him in his boxers, hands tucked under his pillow and laying on his stomach in a freefall position.

"hi, arthur," you said softly as you made your way into his room, putting down your bag which had very little in it, you rarely brought pajamas round to arthurs, knowing you would end up in one of his jumpers, so the bag always felt hollow filled with only your clothes for the next day.

his head lifted from the pillow and a dopey grin plastered itself on his slightly red face.

"how are you feeling?" you asked gently, and he turned himself onto his side so he could see you properly.

"better now you're here, lovie," he babbled back, and you smiled at him.

"you need any water or anything?" you questioned, before looking at his bedside table, which he had clearly prepared for his illness contingencies, tissues, water bottles, snacks and paracetamol.

"'m good, just couldn't sleep very well and i didn't know if it was cause i was ill and i always sleep better with you so i figured," he trailed off, looking a slight bit sheepish as you giggled, "sorry for asking you to come here so late," he finished, but you shrugged.

"no, don't worry about it, you know i'd always come if it'd make you feel better," you reassured, and he just gently put his head back on the pillow.

"i'll get dressed and then come lay down, okay?" you said gently, and arthur murmured out, "that shirt that you like to sleep in, washed it the other day so it'll be in my cupboard rather then my drawer," he explained, and you nodded slightly, opening the cupboard door and grabbing it, quickly pulling your shirt from over your head and replacing it with his, and discarding your trousers, staying in just your underwear, since arthur's room was often hot.

you slid underneath the covers, adjusting them so they lay comfortably on arthur before you felt his forearm resting lazily against your waist, your head tucked next to his collarbone and his face practically buried in your hair.

"sorry if i'm being a little clingy, think i'm just bad at being poorly alone," he joked a little, but you just laughed back gently.

"i don't mind at all, it's actually quite nice," you said, before explaining, "not that you're ill, just that, y'know, you're clingy," i laughed a little more as you tried to explain myself, "although, i don't hate the voice," you teased.

"my voice?" he mumbled out.

"uh huh, kinda raspy," you joked a little more.

"so you find my pain hot?" he said, half teasing back.

"well, i didn't say that," you laughed.

"i mean, i can try get ill more often if it puts you in that kind of mood," he grinned into the top of your head, and you rolled your eyes.

"oh, shut up and go to sleep,"

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risuola · 8 months

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BIRTHDAY GIFT — F. READER x GOJO SATORU

Sometimes you forget about your own birthday, but no worries, Satoru's got you. He always remember, and he even prepared a very special gift for you.

cw: fluff, no warnings — 2,8k words

a/n: i turned 28 this week, so here i am indulging myself with a fictional party, because i hate real parties. also i'm not sure if the picture in the middle is an official art or the fan art, i claim no rights to it 🩶

“Thanks Kento,” you addressed the blonde, when you got out of the bathroom in his house. “You’re saving my life.”

“No need to thank me,” he responded with the ghost of a smile on his face, and you checked yourself in the mirror. You looked tired, but other than that, thankfully normal, which wasn’t the case just half an hour ago, when you finished your job in the field.

It was a simple mission – get to the place, exorcise a bunch of curses, nothing out of ordinary and nothing especially difficult to do. Quite the opposite, it went smoothly – it took you three hours to hunt down every single one of the little curses, but their grades were low. One thing you were not told before taking the assignment though, was that those curses had a tendency to ugly explode with purple and green goo as they were exorcised. That’s why, when the job was done, you were covered from head to toe in those slimy curse gut-residuals. It was on your clothes, hands, in your hair and you could have sworn it was in your mouth too. You could feel it, smell it, taste it and damn was it disgusting. Hence why you called Nanami on your way back and thankfully found him at home. His apartment was so near, compared to the way you had to reach Jujutsu high and being the sweetheart that he is, he agreed for you to take a shower at his place and even gave you one of his dress shirts to wear, because your clothes were good for nothing but a trash bag. It was way too big, but with a belt it made for a pretty cute dress actually.

Once you were ready to leave, he got up as well.

“I have a thing to check in school so Ijichi will drive us both,” he explained and you gave it a nod and after that, you two went down to get a ride.

“How are you?”, you asked your friend, while you two were comfortably seated in the back of a car. It’s been a while since you last saw Nanami. “I didn’t even ask.”

“I’m good, thanks y/n,” he once again, gave you the slightest one of his smiles and exhaled deeply. “You’re tired, huh?”

“Ah, it’s nothing. Guess I didn’t sleep well today, it’s all good.” You shrugged it off, looking at the driver. “And you, Ijichi? Satoru’s not bothering you too much?”

“I-I’m fine and no, he’s n-not,” the man stuttered, sweat beads forming on his forehead as he spoke and you chuckled. That poor man was constantly being terrorized by the strongest sorcerer for god knows why.

“So, he is bothering you,” you chuckled and Ijichi laughed nervously, wiping his forehead with a tissue. “You don’t have to be so scared of him, he just likes to assert his dominance but he wouldn’t hurt you. Is he bothering you as well, Nanami?”

“Gojo is always bothering me,” the blonde sighed. “It always amazes me how fondly you speak of him. You really seem to like Satoru.”

“Oh, he’s really not that bad,” a smile spread over your face as you thought about Satoru. “He’s quite charming, actually.”

Truth is, you and Satoru are closer than any of you might wanna admit. You’re co-workers, that’s for sure. Friends, also, you know each other since high school and you kept in touch ever since. You probably know the man more than he knows himself. You’ve also been on few dates. Unofficial dates, of course, more like you just went to the same place, at the same time, just the two of you, and sat at the same table or bench, and talked for hours as you were brushing circles onto the skin of his hands or he was just keeping yours in his palms. Those kinds of dates. Nothing serious.

“As charming as a clown can be, I guess,” Nanami shrugged softly and you giggled. “But you two should get together, it’s only you who he seems to not enjoy annoying.”

“Commitment in our profession doesn’t seem like a great idea.”

“Maybe you’re right.”

The rest of the drive went in calm, you talked with the two in the car about sweet little nothings, sharing meaningless details about your days and maybe Ijichi seemed a little more stressed than usual, but you didn’t notice anything too weird to think about it. That’s why when you pulled off to the school and got to the main building, your heart almost jumped out of your chest at the sudden and incredibly loud ‘surprise!’ being thrown at your face.

“Huh?”, it stunned you to the point of disorientation. Why were all of your students and most of the older sorcerers that you know here? Why all the balloons, confetti and the cake?

“It’s your birthday, dummy,” you quickly were swept by the long arm of no one else but Satoru Gojo, who greeted you with a grin wide and bright and a light squeeze on your shoulder. The gesture was friendly, but you couldn’t deny the warmth that exploded in your chest the moment he touched you.

“My birthday?” Oh yes, your birthday. “God, I forgot about it.”

“I figured, buuuut we didn’t so I hope you have a little bit more power in your batteries to celebrate?”, Satoru led you more into the crowded space and with real surprise you noticed that even Yuuta was here, and students from Kyoto along with Utahime. No Gakuganji though, thanks to the heavens.

It was all surreal but at the same time so grounding to be surrounded by so many people that you find close to your heart. And for the next hours, you forgot about how tired your body was, how disgusting you were earlier that day and how perfectly Nanami acted like he has a real job in the school rather than the party to attend.

You stayed there until very late, enjoying every second of talks and laughs with your friends and students. You caught up with all of them, learned about the progress the teenagers were making, got to know more about how work was for the older sorcerers and even, when outside for a quick fresh air breath, one of the little, flying curses gave you a card with few wishes written in it, with no sign whatsoever, but it was the handwriting that gave it away. Suguru Geto. Even though he went a very different path than the rest of you, even though you all lost contact with him the moment he left around the second year, he had never, not even once, forgotten about your birthday, always delivering a card or something else one way or another. It warmed your heart and sometimes you wished to see him just for a moment to give him one last bear hug. You couldn’t, but the card will go to the box of things you cherish, along with the round, dark shades that no one could see through – the ones that Gojo was wearing while in high school; with Shoko’s first scalpel that she used to practice – the very cheap one that got blunt after just few uses; with one button from Haibara’s uniform – the only one that was left hanging by a thread, when he got back to school one last time and along with many other things you’ll hold onto until the day you die.

“Tired?”, Satoru asked you, when the clock hands moved past 1am. Most of the students were already gone and teachers also began to crumble down, calling it a night.

“Exhausted,” you chuckled softly and squeezed the hand he offered you, helping you get up from the couch.

“Let’s get you to bed, how’s that sound?”

“Perfect.”

With all of the goodbyes done, you gathered your gifts and left with Satoru, heading towards your little apartment. All the way he was keeping your hand in his, grinning like he usually does, but something felt off in the way his fingers were wrapped around you. A little tighter than always, little more possessive – a little more like he was afraid to let go of you even though that would be an irrational fear, because you never wanted anything more than to be held by him.

“Soo,” he began, when you both stepped into your place and you put down all of the bags, “I hope you don’t think I forgot about your gift. Though it’s technically not your birthday anymore.”

“Oh, Satoru, you know I don’t care about the gifts, right?” you smiled at him. “All of this, the party, the people, is more than I could wish for. Every second spent with all of you is worth more than any gift I could receive.”

“Yea, yea,” he waved a hand at you, making you laugh. He made you feel all kinds of weird things, one of which being the urge to slap and kiss him at the same time. “I actually have two gifts for you.”

“Of course you have,” a shake of your head was all you could offer him. Of course, Satoru Gojo had to be extra like that. “So?”

“Sooo, that’s the first one.” You didn’t even question the way he pulled the light-blue bag with a matching ribbon on top of it from behind his back, like he had it all of the time, which you know he didn’t. You took it anyway and before you even peeked inside, you reached up to him and pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek, whispering little ‘thank you’. “You’re welcome, now, you can check it later,” almost immediately after the bag landed in your hands, it was snatched away and put down where the other gifts were. “The second gift-“

You looked at him with confusion, realizing that Satoru was… nervous? He was bouncing slightly on his feet, as if he was hyping himself up. He took his glasses off and brushed a hand through his hair.

“Yea?”, you encouraged him to continue, taking him by the hands in hopes to calm him down a little. “What is it? Satoru, don’t tell me you bought me a snow tiger or something?”

“Huh? No, I didn’t. What, you want a snow tiger? You said they are cute, but-“

“No, absolutely not. No snow tigers, please.”

“Ok, wow, I’m more nervous than I was… ever, probably, that’s new,” he laughed at his own composure, or rather the lack of thereof, and now you really began to worry. What the hell did this man did?

“Just say it, I can take it.”

Pulling him by the hands, you took him onto the sofa, now slightly worrying he might really pass out. Doors to your apartment stayed open wide, but that was the least of your worries, when you two sat down and all your eyes could fix on was a man next to you. He looked stunning in his dark grey sweater that exposed a little bit of his collar bones and his long neck, contrasting with his pale skin, light hair and really making his eyes pop. The eyes that made it so easy to get lost. They were like an ocean under the clear sky and bright sunlight, illuminating with thousands of glittering sparkles and the shades of azure and turquoise mixed and flew one into another, intertwining and creating an artwork impossible to recreate. If someone were to animate Satoru, the whole budget would probably go into his eyes alone.

“So, first you need to know that if what I want to give you is not something you feel comfortable accepting, please don’t feel obliged to and just say no. Okay?”, he spoke again and you nodded.

“Come on, Satoru. Just tell me. Or show me, whatever it is.”

“Show you. Alright, I can do that.”

You expected everything. Your mind even wandered into absurd such as him giving you an airplane for god knows what reason, but even in your boldest, bravest dreams you didn’t anticipate his lips on yours. He went all slow and soft about it, closing the distance carefully, leaving you with more than enough time to react and push him away if you wanted to, and when he finally reached you, planting a gentle kiss to your mouth, whilst his hand rested on the side of your neck a little stiffly, you froze for a second. Your body froze, but your heart was racing inside your chest, beating so hard he probably could hear it and feel it in your pulse underneath his palm. Satoru’s lips felt as soft as they looked, so perfect against yours even though what was happening wasn’t even resembling a kiss. It was more like a press with the slightest movement applied but it spoke so much. It was an offer – that way Gojo opened himself to you, ripped his own chest apart and with that simple peck on the lips, he wanted to tell you that now, he’s ready to be vulnerable with you, if you’d only want him to.

“Is my second gift a kiss from you?”, you questioned when he moved his head back just a little, searching for your reaction. It would be on brand for Gojo to consider a kiss from himself a valuable gift, which it was, but if that’s what he wanted to offer you, he had to put more effort into it.

“It’s me. If you’ll have me,” he almost whispered, smoothing over your jawline with his thumb. “Maybe it’s not the best idea to commit to relationship in our line of work, but fuck this. If you’ll have me, I’m yours.”

“Are you serious?”

“Never been more serious.”

Your heart fluttered. Grabbing his face in both of your hands, you went in and kissed him, pouring into it all of the love you held for him and he purred softly against your lips, wrapping his long arms around you and leaning more against you. He outweighed you; you lost your balance and fell back onto the couch and he followed you closely, breaking the kiss just to ask, “is that a yes?”

“Yes, Satoru. Very much yes,” you chuckled and his lips were back on yours, taking your breath away with how good it felt. Your fingers found a way through his silky, snowy white strands, you smoothed over the back of his neck and his broad shoulders, giving into the sensation that radiated throughout your entire nervous system, sending hot waves of pure euphoria down your spine and into every cell in your body. You were happy, the exhaustion now completely forgotten and only the man above you mattered. His weight felt so right on top of you, even in the insanely uncomfortable position you two were now trapped in with your hips twisted below his torso and him now half in the air and half on the couch because there was no way for his height to fit in here. But it didn’t matter. What mattered was his lips on yours, his warmth on your skin and-

“Doors,” you mumbled into the kiss, the gentle whiff of cold air reminded you of what has been forgotten. The doors, that were still wide open. He could feel your chest rumbling with a chuckle as you realized none of you cared enough to even close your apartment when you went in and he made a decision to ignore this fact, now completely consumed by the thought of you. He hummed something and moved his lips lower, smearing kisses all over your chin and down your neck and you tugged softly onto his hair. “Satoru, doors are still opened-”

Getting up, walking towards the entrance and locking the doors would be the logical thing to do, but the thought of parting his own body from yours for even a second now didn’t dare to cross Gojo’s mind, so he stretched his hand towards the doors, consumed by sucking a red spot to the side of your neck and you couldn’t believe it, but he blasted the door with a cursed energy. They shut with the loudest noise anyone could create at that hour in the middle of the night and not ten seconds passed, before they just fell out of frame and hit the floor with another harsh thud.

That seemed to do the trick in stopping the heat, because both of you froze for a moment and you looked to the side, he looked to the side and the world stopped for a whole five second, before you started laughing and playfully patting his shoulder.

“What have you done,” you whined. “Satoruu~”

“I’ll fix this,” he swore, hiding his face back into the crook of your neck, pretending like he wasn’t even there and you couldn’t help but brush through his hair as laughter still had the better of you. “Guess I’ll have to stay the night so you can be safe.”

“Guess that might be necessary.”

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As you walked through the door of your cozy home, the warm aroma of something delicious filled the air. It was a familiar scent that immediately put a smile on your face, relaxing you instantly. After your long, exhausting day at work, Wanda’s cooking really did sound amazing.

Upon stepping inside, you found Wanda bustling around the kitchen with an apron tied around her waist. She looked adorable like this, her hair messily worn in a bun but there was something off. Her cheeks were flushed but not in the normal heat-of-the-kitchen type of way, not to mention a hint of fatigue lingering in her eyes, yet she wore a determined smile that she couldn't hide from you as you came into the room.

“Y/N, you’re home!” She smiled widely as she came over to hug you tight, “How was work?” She asked politely whilst kissing your cheek before turning her attention back to the sizzling pan behind her.

“Oh, you know how it is,” You sighed, coming to sit on one of the small stools tucked into the island, “One of the new interns decided it was a good idea to have it out with the regional manager so that was mildly entertaining.”

Wanda chuckled as she stirred the pan, “Well I’m glad your day wasn’t awful then, we mainly did recon training today, so I got home a little earlier,” She said before spinning on her heels as she held up two bottles of spices, “You in the mood for something spicy or you feeling something sweeter?”

"I'd love something spicy," you replied, trying to keep the conversation light as you watched her move swiftly around the kitchen. However, your eyes kept drifting to the little signs that something was off. The small sniffles and the way she kept subtly rubbing her temples had you questioning if she felt just as chirpy as she acted.

The two of you kept chatting, tell each other about your day but halfway through a sentence, Wanda paused and held up a finger to before her breath hitched and she crouched in on herself as she sneezed twice in rapid succession before rubbing at her nose and sniffling afterwards, clearly still itchy.

"Bless you love, you feeling okay though, Wands? You look a bit under the weather." you gently inquired, trying to sound more concerned rather than pushy, “You need a tissue?”

Wanda turned to face you, the determination in her eyes momentarily faltering before she quickly masked it with a cheerful smile. "No, I don’t need a tissue, don't you worry about me, love. I'm absolutely fine," she said, waving off your concern with a dismissive hand gesture. "I felt like preparing something special for us tonight, that's all, probably just the spices in the air getting to me or something.”

You hummed, debating whether to push it further, “Hmm… I'm keeping my eye on you.

"You're always keeping your eye on me.” Wanda teased playfully, though you could make out the appreciation in her eyes as she flashed you a smile before turning back and returned to tending to the meal.

As you watched her try and muffle a small cough into her elbow, you couldn’t help but feel torn. On one hand, you were thrilled that she was going out of her way to make a nice dinner for the two of you, with your busy lives, it wasn’t something you got to do often. But on the other hand, you couldn’t help but wish she’d give in and actually tell you how she was feeling.

As you continued to mull things over the smell of the food intensified, and your stomach growled in response. Wanda looked over at you, a mix of pride and exhaustion in her gaze. "Almost ready," she said, her voice a touch weaker than before.

"Why don't you go sit down, and I'll bring everything to the table?" you suggested, wanting to give her a chance to rest. Wanda bit her lip as she hesitated but eventually nodded, giving in to your offer.

When the meal was finally served, Wanda's eyes sparkled with delight as she watched you take your first bite. "Is it good?" she asked eagerly.

You couldn't lie; the flavours were incredible; she really was an amazing cook. “It’s amazing love, it tastes so good.” You smiled as you took another bite, “You did such a great job, thank you.” It was hard to miss the excited glow that appeared on her face at your words of paise.

You both finished your meal, savouring each bite of the delicious dish before you. Your conversation flowed easily as you chatted about your day, plans for the weekend, and shared stories that made each other laugh but like earlier, Wanda had paused suddenly and quickly brought a napkin to her face, sneezing into it quietly.

Picking up your empty plates, you began to clear the table, putting the dishes in the sink before coming behind the chair she was sat on, in response she leaned back and looked up at you through glassy green eyes.

“You’re hovering.” She whispered, earning herself a small laugh as you leant down to press a soft kiss to her forehead. One that lasted a little too long at the creeping heat that met your cool lips.

“And you’re too warm.”

Wanda chuckled softly, her cheeks turning slightly pink as she leaned into your touch. "I guess I can't hide it from you, huh?" she admitted, her voice tinged with a hint of exhaustion.

"Nope. We’ll have to go and get you all cosy and comfortable." you said gently, running your fingers through her hair. "But for next time, just tell me, okay? I care about you about love, and I’d like to know if you’re not feeling a 100%."

She sighed, leaning her head against your shoulder. "I know, but I just wanted tonight to be special for us. I didn't want my little cold to ruin it."

"You being here with me makes it special already," you replied, pressing a soft kiss to her temple. "But I don't want you to overexert yourself. You made such a lovely dinner for me, didn’t you? Why don’t you let me return the favour and look after you.”

As Wanda leaned into your touch, she nodded softly, appreciating your concern and care. "Okay, you win," she chuckled weakly, "I'll let you take care of me."

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Turqouise Hearts (Tomco Oneshot)

Mewberty is an experience that mewman magic users under the age of 16 go through, usually coming a few months after the first spell.

The person who is affected by Mewberty will shed colorful hearts, turn into a faye-fairy-butterfly mix form, gain sticky web-like substances in the palm of their hand, which can be used like a spider web, and become obsessed with people they are even mildly romantically attracted to. But with people they are already heavily attracted to, feelings will enhance dramatically, making it dangerous to see people going through this stage of life.

Mewberty usually only lasts a few hours, and from it, comes Mewberty wings.

Well, when Marco Diaz was standing in front of the bathroom mirror, holding the turquoise heart that had just fallen off of his forehead, the first statement was proven wrong.

Marco was not a mewman. But he had used one spell in the past few months. The All Seeing Eye, Eclipsa's spell, which was one of Star's favorites.

"Star!" Marco called from the bathroom. He knew Star, Tom, and Janna were downstairs watching a movie. He had been there too before going to the bathroom, where the turquoise heart in his hand had fallen off his forehead as he washed his hands.

"What?" Star responded from downstairs.

"Get up here!"

There was a sound of footsteps running up the stairs before Star entered the open door, Janna and Tom behind her, to see Marco looking down at his hand.

"What do you need?"

Marco held up the heart in his hand. "Um, this fell off my head."

Star's eyes widened, and she took the heart into her hands. "Oh. Oh no," she said, feeling the tissue-paper-like heart in her hand. "It's a Mewberty heart."

"Wait, Marco used magic? He's a mewman?" Tom asks through the doorway.

"Yes and no, I think I've said multiple times I am a human," Marco replies. "Okay, so, Mewberty, as in, crazy purple Star kidnapping multiple boys at school Mewberty?"

"Yeah," Star says. "I didn't know humans could get it, but them and mewmans are very similar so I guess it's possible. But that also means me and Janna gotta scram, you wouldn't mind staying, right Tom?"

"Um, yeah I can do that, I guess."

"Alright! You know Marco, you're gonna go girl-crazy and stuff. Bye!"

Marco waved as more hearts started falling from his face.

"Call us when it's over!" Star says before slamming the door.

"So, Tom, care to fill me in a bit? All I know is from when Star got it at school."

"Basically it prepares you for intense magic, even if you only use magic once," Tom says. "The Mewberty wings are like, butterfly transformation thing that Star does."

"Yeah but like, do I need to do anything?" Marco asks, trying to catch all the hearts falling from his face so he doesn't have to clean up as much later.

"I guess I just have to keep you away from girls and make sure you don't leave the house, your parents won't be home anytime soon, right?"

"No, they're having a couple days vacation."

"Okay," Tom says.

"For safe measures, I'm gonna go lock myself in my room so it'll take a bit more work to get out," Marco says, hearts starting to fall uncontrollably as he runs down the hallway to his room. He locks the door and looks around his room.

I wonder if being bi will affect it. And maybe having a crush on Tom? Star's bi and it didn't seem to affect her. And Star acted a bit more crazy with Oskar. Oh hell, that'll be a way to come out, locking Tom in a corner or something.

Marco thought that last part as a joke. Hopefully he wouldn't end up doing something like that. Tom didn't know. Marco's parents knew, but that was it.

He knew his friends weren't homophobic, Star had told them she was bi and Jackie was pan. But Marco was a perfectionist, and could never figure out how to tell them in the best way.

To pass a bit of time, waiting on his inevitable crazy butterfly form that Star had, he went through some pictures he'd saved on his phone.

Star had been a lot more freaked out about Mewberty than Marco was. But she had been in school, and Marco was in the safety of his house.

Suddenly he landed on a picture of him and Tom. Fuck.

Tom had his arm around Marco's shoulder, they were smiling, holding ice cream. Star was the one to take that picture, he remembered, because she wanted a picture of her Earth bestie and Underworld bestie. She'd then sent it to them both.

Then Marco couldn't see through all the turquoise rain.

His hands started feeling soft, and he dropped his phone.

Of course. On Tom's picture.

Tom was the only other person in the house. He could hear him humming on the other side of the door. He was probably doing that weird stretch thing Star hated so much too.

He felt something in his stomach. Looking down, he realized his hoodie and jeans turned turquoise, matching his now turquoise skin and hair. Just like how Star's clothes had changed.

And he felt his sides stretch, as if he were growing something out of it.

And then he fell out of control.

On the other side of the door, Tom finished his stretching. He was about to go back on his mirror when he heard pounding on the door.

Looks like it's started.

No big deal. It wasn't Tom's business until Marco managed to get out of his room.

Then he would just have to stop him from getting anywhere else.

He did not care if Marco would just fly past him and search for someone else.

He did not care that Marco wouldn't pay attention when he came out of that room.

Oh, who was he kidding? Of course he cared that Mewberty Marco would pay him no mind. Tom wanted Marco to like him. He really wanted Marco to like him.

"Hey Marco, calm down in there, you're not going anywhere," Tom said through the door, but the pounding only got louder.

And then the door, just floating there, was forced open by a turquoise version of Marco.

He had four arms, the hoodie was gone, a plain t-shirt under. His skin had faint hearts dotted every here and there, and eyes a very light version of his skin. And oh god, the wings. Big, diamond shaped, turquoise with his new eye color in the center of the wings.

And something about him looked so pretty in that moment. Tom was stunned.

Marco grabbed him by the horns and face, floating a little closer to him.

Then reality set back on Tom. Marco didn't fly past him, to his surprise. In fact, Marco was very, very focused on him.

And that made Tom blush like crazy, because, well, it was Mewberty, and during Mewberty, all you focus on are people you're interested in, even if it's just a bit.

Tom knew Marco didn't mean it, Marco didn't like him. But it meant Tom had a chance for him to like him, because if Marco was focused on a boy, that meant he liked boys. That was new.

And suddenly Marco was closing in on him, fluttering down to the ground, hands now moved to Tom's face and neck.

And Tom did the only logical thing one would do when your best friend going through Mewberty tries to kiss you- push him off.

But Marco was persistent. Shoving Tom into a corner, he used his web hands to trap him there.

"Marco! Let me out!" Tom shouted, knowing it would do nothing, and tried pushing through the sticky stuff.

Marco smiled, looking down on him.

Then he flew away.

Tom clenched his fists and tried not to blow up. Ugh, that stupid butterfly thing! He was way too smart, making Tom all flustered so he wouldn't think just so he could shove him in a corner and try and get out.

Tom was outsmarted by someone going through Mewberty. Wow, that's a new low.

He decided to burn the sticky stuff and ran downstairs to make sure he hadn't left yet. And thankfully, Marco was still tugging on a locked sliding door.

Ha, stupid.

Tom pulled him off the door. Marco turned to the boy and was fascinated by him again, feeling all over his face and horns.

"Get off me!" Tom said, lightly pushing him.

But Marco didn't listen, and flew lightly off the ground so he was at Tom's height.

"No, no you don't!" Tom shouted, giving Marco a harder shove, and with quick thinking, grabbed two plastic grocery bags off the table and tied them around Marco's hands. "Can't trap me in a corner anymore, loser. We're getting you back to your room."

Tom dragged the resisting Marco up the stairs and shoved him in his room, pressing the lock before closing it and leaning on it, keeping Marco in.

There's pounds on the door again, Tom rolling his eyes at the useless effort.

"You're not getting out this time, Diaz."

Tom didn't know how long it had been after that. All he heard was rustling and pounding on the other side of the door. It must've been an hour before the door was busted open again.

Tom didn't have the time to register what was happening before he was pinned to the ground by Marco.

"Marco!" Tom shouted, and tried to push him off. It didn't work, and so Tom kicked and pushed, trying to get Marco off without hurting him.

This went on for about a minute before a lot more hearts poured out of Marco's face.

Tom shielded his face as the hearts fell on him, and then Marco dropped onto Tom's chest unconscious.

It was a few seconds of Tom spitting out Marco's hearts when Marco let out a groan.

"Ughh, what happened?" Marco asked, rubbing his eyes and looking down at Tom.

Oh shit, Marco thought, as he realized where he was.

His eyes widened as he scooted back. He remembered a few glimpses of what had happened.

"Oh god, Tom I am so sor-"

"It's fine, Marco," Tom said. "Could've done with a heads up about you liking guys, though."

"Dude I- how are you so cool with this?"

"It's just Mewberty, no big deal."

"But I li..." Marco started, but didn't finish. He vividly remembered all the attention Star paid to Oskar, and he just did the same to Tom. But maybe Tom didn't know that part. Has he ever been around someone in Mewberty? Probably not.

"You what?"

"Never mind," Marco said.

"No, what were you gonna say?"

"It's not important," Marco said.

"Were you gonna say you liked me?" Tom asked, hopefully.

"Wha- um," Marco said, looking away. "Yeah, I-, I was."

"Really?" Tom asked.

Marco buried his face in his knees. "Yes," he whispered.

Tom crawled over to him and put a hand on his shoulder. "Hey."

Marco looked up just a little bit.

"I like you too."

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she gets the flowers | na jaemin

title: she gets the flowers

pairing: na jaemin x fem!oc/reader

genre: song-fic, childhood friends to fwb to lovers to exes, fluff, smut/suggestive, angst | requested and inspired by she gets the flowers by beth mccarthy

summary: the person you shared every moment of your life with could never betray you, right? That was what she thought before Jaemin proved that he could turn from her soulmate to the biggest source of her pain.

warnings: mentioned drinking and smoking underage, smut, mostly suggestive, oral sex (f receiving, a bit more explicit), angst, no cheating but still feelings of betrayal, attempted suicide (not really, but just in case)

words: 6.855k

a/n: first of all, i'm incredibly sorry this took so long but i was going crazy trying to come up with a plot because the song led me to a plot similar to traitor so that's why it took so long. But I'm happy with the result and i hope you'll like it too. warning: probably it's even sadder than my other angst fics so prepare the tissues, i guess???

There’s something beautiful in growing up together and sharing every day of your life with somebody. It’s a type of bond that nothing in the world can replicate.

That was her relationship with Jaemin. She and Jaemin had shared their entire life together. It wasn’t like they had a choice when their mothers that were best friends for ages, casually ended up pregnant at the same time and gave birth to them only two days apart. Being raised side by side even if they weren’t related was something they couldn’t escape. And without realizing it, they became such a big part of each other’s life that living without each other was hard.

They did everything together. All the dumb things you have to do at least once in your life. All their first times. All their heartbreaks, and joys. There wasn’t a single moment they didn’t share.

Despite this, they were different. Jaemin wasn’t exactly a bad boy, not like the bullies type, at least, but he was the most reckless of the two. Always getting her in trouble, while she tried hard to still be the good girl she always was.

“Jaemin, this is dumb,” she said, trying to stop him from climbing the roof of the store. That was the first time he took her there, only seventeen, the perfect age to try dumb things they couldn’t do.

“Is it?” He asked, his hand reaching for hers to help her get up.

She sighed before briefly looking around, making sure that nobody could see them and then followed him.

“You’re so damn hard to convince sometimes,” he whispered, lips puffing out as he let out the smoke of the cigarette he had stolen from his dad’s jacket, head inclined enough so he could look at her. The chill breeze of October blowing on them.

“And you’re reckless,” she huffed, resting her head on her knees, looking in front of her, they could see a small part of the neighborhood from there, and maybe it was worth the risk.

“Here,” he said, handing her a bottle of soju and she pushed his hand away. “Oh, come on, that’s not dumb.”

“You know I get drunk too easily, I will kill myself trying to climb down again.”

Jaemin chuckled, shaking his head, before turning off the cigarette and drinking the alcohol instead.

“The things I do for you,” he joked when he was done, moving closer to her, wrapping a hand around her shoulders. Her head leaned in immediately, cheeks brushing against the blue jacket he was wearing.

“That’s because you love me.”

“Yeah, I do,” he replied, leaving a peck on her forehead.

And that was so normal for them that they never truly weighted the words they said to each other. The ‘I love yous’ didn’t mean anything, just like it didn’t mean how they always held each other’s hands when they walked side by side, and always called each other for help.

It was normal, from the crib to when they went to high school and still looked at each other with the same old eyes. It was fine because they both had their own adventures, and they didn’t need each other for that.

Until something wasn’t enough anymore. Until they started to realize they couldn’t find each other in other people. That their beds were always going to be cold if at their side it wasn’t them.

They had no idea how their first kiss happened, or what exactly lead them there. After a long day at Uni, once again on that rooftop with the breeze freezing them. Hesitant lips getting closer, and shy eyes looking into each other, silently asking each other if it was worth it.

When their lips touched their questions were answered. It was. It was worth putting on a line all their years of friendships.

But they had the bad habit of never calling things with a name. That was their relationship since they were kids. It worked without trying.

But they seemed to forget they weren’t five or ten anymore. They were grown-ups. They should’ve talked, should’ve put a name on it, and set some rules. Anything to don’t end up in ashes.

But they didn’t and that kiss was followed by another. This time not so shy or full of fear. Their hands moved freely on their bodies, touching each other in ways they never imagined before. But once again it stopped there, as much as they were pulled by this force, the fear of taking a treacherous path was high.

Until things took a different turn again.

“Wasn’t expecting you here,” Jaemin said, opening the door of the apartment he shared with his friends.

“I’m so tired,” she huffed, kissing him quickly and then falling down on his couch, throwing her bag next to her. “I have two essays to turn in and I have no idea when I’ll write them.”

“Maybe you could start now,” he proposed, pointing at the books on the coffee table. “We could study together.”

“I don’t want to study,” she replied, crossing her arms on her chest.

Jaemin sat next to her, his hand caressing her cheek, making her turn around in surprise.

“I can help you though,” she stuttered, gulping, wanting to pull away from him but at the same time she just wanted to crave more at his touch. “Would never want to come between your studies.”

“We can do something funnier,” he proposed, and only then she turned around, seeing his eyes locked on her lips.

“This is another one of your dumb ideas,” she whispered.

“Is it?” He asked, same old smirk on his face that then turned into a smile that made her melt.

“We shouldn’t be doing this, you know it,” she mumbled, lying, knowing she was lying. Because she wanted it, she wanted that to happen for such a long time.

“Just this time,” he whispered, breath fanning against her lips. “Just once.”

But it hadn’t been just once.

It had happened over and over again.

“Jaemin, fuck.” The loud music was muffled in his room as the party downstairs kept going on. But her mind wasn’t there, it was focused on Jaemin’s face buried between her legs and his hands wrapped around her thighs as he ate her out while she stood against the wall. Too eager to even wait of getting on the bed or undressing her completely.

“You taste so good,” he mumbled pressed against her wet flesh, nose teasing her clit while his lips and tongue worked perfectly to bring her over the edge so soon.

“I’m close,” she breathed out, fingers intertwining in his hair, pulling hard as the orgasm made her tremble.

“Need you,” Jaemin muttered as soon as he pulled away, licking his lips before dragging her body on his bed. Their clothes were on the floor in a second and Jaemin’s hands ran all over her body.

“Quit playing and just fuck me,” she urged, hips grinding against him.

“You’re so impatient,” he groaned before leaning over the bedside table to grab a condom, ripping the wrap and rolling it down his length.

“If you didn’t tease me all night, maybe,” she said, spreading her legs more, waiting for him to slip inside her. “Shit, so good.”

Moans and whimpers got lost in the night as the party went on downstairs without their care, too busy burning into each other’s flames and lying into ashes on the bed as what was going on between them grew bigger and bigger every day.

There’s something extremely painful about one-sided love. And it only gets worst when the person that gets you weak in the knees is your best friend.

She should’ve known it was a dumb idea. She should’ve stopped it before it even started but by now it was too late. She was too deep into that. And she was once again half naked in Jaemin’s bed, getting drunk in a pleasure that wasn’t enough to water the pain any longer.

“I can’t do this anymore,” she snapped, standing up, pushing his body away, and trying to look for her clothes again.

“Did I hurt you?” He asked, grabbing his boxer just to cover himself the quicker he could and reaching her.

She sighed, slipping on herself his shirt, lifting her head up to push down the tears. “No, I… it’s my fault,” she confessed, turning around again, looking for her pants but the tears in her eyes made it impossible for her to see. And the salty drops filled her eyes even more when she felt Jaemin’s arms wrap around her.

“Hey, calm down,” he whispered, turning her around, her head falling in the crook of his neck as she let him lull her, his hands caressing her back. “It’s alright, it’s fine.”

“No, it’s not,” she mumbled through sobs. “I can’t keep having you like this without truly having you.”

Jaemin was surprised by her words and pulled away to stare at her face. “You mean the sex?”

She nodded, the palm of her hand wiping away her tears. “I thought my heart was safe but I love you. And I know you don’t love me back, I know this was just… just the easiest thing we could do but I – I love you so much. I’ve been loving you for too long without knowing,” she sobbed. “And I know you don’t feel the same –”

“Who said that?” Jaemin stopped her immediately.

“I know.”

“You know? And based on what?”

When she didn’t answer he shook his head. “You think I treat all my other friends the way I treat you? You think I stay up all night to study with somebody else? You think I prepare them tea? You think that if it was just sex I’d let you stay over every time and let you sleep on my chest? You think I’d make your breakfast? You think I’d let you borrow my clothes?”

“Isn’t this what we… isn’t this what we did even when we were just friends? How can I tear this apart?”

Jaemin sighed, nodding, “I don’t know…” he whispered. The lines of their relationship had always been blurry. All the years their friends told them they acted like a couple. All the years their family told them the same thing. All the times they wondered what they were. They simply never had the courage to say it out loud, but now that all the lines were crossed they couldn’t keep playing that game anymore.

“I feel good with you, and I love you,” Jaemin said. “I love you so much,” he replied, cupping her cheeks in his hand, and her heart skipped a beat at his words. “And if you love me back maybe we could give this a try?”

And she said yes. Of course, she did. She had been waiting for this moment for so long that she felt on cloud nine.

Jaemin, her best friend, the perfect man she always wanted to have at her side, was finally her boyfriend.

The perfect man.

That was what she thought.

That was what Jaemin was when he was her best friend.

And he was like that even for the first year they dated.

He was thoughtful, energetic, and responsible and the list of all the compliments she could give him could go on and on. He was the same Jaemin she used to know, the one she always loved, as a friend, as a lover.

And their story was going so well that they even started to look for a small apartment together when the second year of University ended and moved in before summer was over.

“Stop playing around, Nana,” she warned him, pointing the brush on his face, trying to squirm away from him.

“Come on, it’s just some paint,” he laughed, successfully staining her face with the light blue of their bedroom.

“What did you just do?” She glared at him before coloring his face too, making him laugh. “You want war and I’ll give it to you.”

And that was another afternoon spent playing around, paint ending everywhere but on the walls, leaving them lying on the floor breathless before they decided that it was better to wrap it up and go take a shower.

And the new house led to thousands of shopping dates to pick up the furniture, and everything else they needed. Long days running around ended in cozy nights spent together on their couch eating food while their place started to form around them, walls filling up, smelling and looking like them more and more with each passing day.

The last two years of University passed like that, in their place, with their usual routine, with new memories and joys. Inviting friends over, wasting Saturdays doing nothing but cuddling up in their living room, or taking care of the plants that filled their home.

They slept and woke up, looking at each other, always more sure that they were meant to be each other’s future.

Until something broke.

Jaemin was distant.

It wasn't a clear break, one day the sweetest, most loving person ever and the next one a cold, heartless one. It was slow, like the grains of sanding passing from one side to another of an hourglass. Slipping out of her hands just like sand.

Every time she tried to plan something, he always came up with something he had to do. She didn’t want to call them excuses, but at this point, she couldn’t name them in any other way.

And it wasn’t only that, it looked like he had stopped paying her attention at all, whether she wanted it for dumb reasons or even serious ones.

“We have to call the landlord,” she reminded him from the kitchen, turning around to see that he was once again on the couch, doing nothing on the phone.

“Jaemin,” she called him, leaning against the door frame, glaring at him.

“Yeah? You wanted me?”

“I was talking to you,” she replied.

“I wasn’t listening,” he mumbled, putting the phone away.

“Yeah, I can see it,” she sighed, turning around again.

“What did you want?” He asked, and even if she didn’t turn around she knew he was in the kitchen too.

“Nothing, I can do it myself.”

Jaemin huffed, “so you can be mad at me because I didn’t do it?”

She chuckled. “You never do what I ask you do.”

“Here we go again,” he replied, rolling his eyes and shaking his head.

“Yes, I’ll say it again because we can’t keep going on like this. We have to call the landlord because he’s raising the rent of this house again. Our place. I don’t know if you get it that you live here, too.”

“I know. I’ll call him. You think that will make him stop? It’s been two years since we live here, and he does it every time.”

“You didn’t even answer your mother about Sunday.”

“Do you really want to go there?”

She sighed, studying his face with a shocked expression. “It’s your mom? And it’s to spend time together.”

“I can’t.”

“You can’t? On Sunday?”

“I have... a thing to do…”

“A thing? And what is that?” She tilted her head, trying to meet his gaze but Jaemin was avoiding it.

“Need to help Renjun with something. Boring things you don’t care about,” he cut short, and she furrowed, but she had no strength to dig deeper and maybe end up in a fight.

They fought too often lately. They had started to bicker over the smallest things, screaming at each other, drifting away, and crying over spilled milk. And that was fucking her up.

She felt like she couldn’t keep going on like this, but every time she tried to talk with him, Jaemin always slipped from her fingers or she couldn’t find the mental energy to go all the way.

It was just a moment. It surely had to be like that. Maybe it was the stress from work, or those normal crises couples went through.

But to Jaemin it wasn’t a moment.

“I want to break up.”

And then those words arrived. They hit her like a thunder in the middle of a storm. While sitting in front of each other at the table of their house he was finding the bravery to put an end to them.

“I can’t keep lying to myself anymore,” Jaemin confessed, eyes lowering because he couldn’t stand looking into hers. His best friends. The person he learned to walk with. The person he almost shared his birthday with. The person that saw him at his lowest. “I think I mistook the habit of having you by my side for love.”

Her whole world fell apart. She had so many things to say, questions to ask, but not a sound could come out of her mouth.

“I don’t love you. I’m not even sure I ever did. Not like this, at least. Not like you want me to love you.”

Some moments of silence passed after his confession as they stared into each other’s eyes. Jaemin trying to imagine a reaction, hoping it was going to be different from the ones he pictured while preparing for this. Her trying to see a glimpse of a joke, a terrible and cruel one, but a joke.

But she knew him too well and his eyes, his beautiful, once warm, brown eyes there was no sign of a joke. He meant it. Jaemin meant every word.

“You never loved me?” She asked, voice trembling, eyes watery.

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know? You’re telling me I just wasted more than two years of my life by your side and you don’t know?”

“It’s not my fault, I… I thought I did before I met someone else and maybe… maybe this is not love. My heart doesn’t beat the same. I don’t know.”

“So there’s also somebody else!” She screamed. “After all that I gave up for you! You couldn’t realize this a little bit earlier? Before I gave up my job in London for you? Before I put all my savings in this place for us to share? Before I gave up going to New York for the master?”

Jaemin didn’t answer, he didn’t even look at her. He couldn’t stand the look on her face, he was used to wiping it away, to kiss it away, but now he was the one that caused it.

“I… fuck,” she cursed, throwing her head back to push back tears. “I could’ve had so much more and I never did all because of you, because I thought I had love and you’re telling me all these years had been a lie? I ruined my life for you and you can’t even love me. No, you can’t even look at me while you’re telling me this big news.”

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, eyes meeting her just for a split second.

“Sure, this is going to fix everything,” she chuckled bitterly. “Tell me what she has that I don’t!”

“Don’t do this.”

“Don’t do this? Seriously? I want to know. I deserve to know because you… you can’t just leave me like this.”

“I’m not leaving like this,” he tried to explain. “I thought about it for so long.”

“Why am I so hard to love?” She cried, but it was more of a thought to herself, getting up to walk back and forth because she felt all the emotions pile up and she needed to let them go somehow.

“You are not hard to love. I love you, just not like that.”

“Just shut the fuck up! I don’t care how you love me, I don’t want you to love me like that. Shut up!” Her whole body was shaking, tears flooding down her face, her head was about to explode, and probably her heart too.

“I’m sorry.”

“Stop saying it, stop it!”

Jaemin sighed, he never imagine it would come to this. Honestly, he had no idea how else she could’ve reacted, but there must’ve been a good side to this, right? “I don’t know when it happened, I just realized it now. Isn’t it better like this? It’s over now and we can both move on.”

“Sure,” she replied, holding in a bitter chuckle. “It’s so easy for you. She’s already waiting at home, right? Waiting for you, being everything you always wanted. Something I will never be.”

“She doesn’t know. There’s nothing going on between us.”

“I hope she makes you happy,” she replied, eyes closing so hard that tears rolled down her cheeks faster while her hand rested against the wall, trying to calm her breathing down. “I hope her eyes look better than they shine. I hope her lips taste sweeter than mine. I hope she looks prettier when she cries. I hope she won’t be so hard to handle.”

Jaemin walked toward her, trying to hold her in his arms but she glared at him and it was enough to make him take a step back.

“Leave,” she only whispered, taking a deep breath, trying to don’t pay attention to the tears that were making her look more and more pathetic. “You don’t want me, Jaemin. And I can’t change your mind. I can’t force you here. I already ruined enough of your life with this.”

“You didn’t ruin my life, please. You will always be my best friend.”

She couldn’t hold in the loud sob that rolled out of her mouth when he said that and her body crashed against the wall again.

“I hate you so much,” she screamed, shaking and sniffling. “You — you should’ve told me this so long ago. I hate you so much,” she repeated, bending and holding her stomach, wishing she knew a way to make this pain stop. “I would’ve rather lost the sex with you than — than be — ugh,” she sobbed, completely falling on the floor.

Jaemin was frozen, his heart was broken too. He would’ve never wanted to be the reason for her tears, or for her pain, especially for this pain. Seeing her body shake, her face a mess of tears and mascara and her chest panting uncontrollably as she gasped for air.

“I didn’t do this on purpose,” he whispered because he had no idea what to tell her. How to make her believe that if he made up his feelings before he would’ve told her sooner.

“I know,” she replied, not looking at him. “But… leave, please. I can’t — I can’t do this… I can’t be this close to you. I — I… Leave.”

And he did, walking to their bedroom he grabbed some of his things for the night and left. He tried to meet her eyes before closing the door behind him, but she was huddled up on the floor, sobbing uncontrollably and the only thing he could do after turning her in that state, was to leave her some space.

When the sound of the door closing reached her ears, she started crying louder, fingers clenching too hard around her hair and pulling too much, trying to feel some physical pain because the emotional one was unbearable.

That wasn’t fair.

That was nothing of what she had planned for the night, or for the weekend, or for their lives.

And she couldn’t even think why she wasn’t enough, why he didn’t cast her in the show of his life forever. She could only think about all the wasted times and how now she could’ve been anywhere else in the world, with a job that made her ten times happier, with somebody that truly loved her and still with Jaemin at his side, still her childhood best friend, still the little teenage boy that made her laugh, still the college pal that spent nights up with her.

But Jaemin now turned into a nightmare. He was somebody that she didn’t know.

Jaemin was the source of her biggest pain and that was a kind of hurt she didn’t know how to deal with.

She felt sick.

Sick to the stomach.

So, still crying, and sobbing, she crawled on the floor, tired body making its way to the bathroom, feeling like she was carrying around a ton too heavy to handle. And she threw up, everything she could’ve, and finding the strength to lift her hand and flush was hard. Just like it was to get up when her heart and stomach hurt so much and she felt like she could barely breathe.

“I’m so pathetic,” she whispered through sobs while she laid curled up on the floor, thinking it couldn’t be possible to react that way, that a break-up couldn’t be the end of the world, that a betrayal like this couldn’t be the end of the world. And yet it felt exactly like that. And she had no strength to get up or drag her body to the bed, their bed, so she fell asleep there, exhausted, heartbroken, and humiliated.

It wasn’t going to be the end of the world.

But right there, it felt like the end of the universe.

Dealing with what came after hadn’t been easy. Seeing Jaemin’s face again hadn’t been easy. But that still was his place, and his friends couldn’t just make room for him in their houses out of nowhere. So they still had to share their everyday life for a week before Renjun found a way to let him squeeze into his house, a temporary solution to give him time to find a new place.

But dealing with his absence wasn’t easy either. Every day when she came home the house was a little emptier. All the things they bought together. All the things she had seen in his room at his parent’s place, then in his college room, and now here. Gone. Gone just like him.

Jaemin had tried to talk to her several times, but she never answered, unless it was really necessary, and when she did the only words were ‘yes’ or ‘no’ or small phrases.

She was angry. Furious even. So much she feared she was going to go insane. Because the pain was pressing her to the floor and she felt like she was about to explode. But that wasn’t her, that was a part of her that was hurt and devastated. And as much as Jaemin deserved it, she didn’t want to regret any dumb action, so she took a step back. Hoping he was going to leave her alone as soon as possible and then she would’ve healed by herself.

And it took her at least one month to get back on her feet. She didn’t even feel pain, she felt empty, and for some reason, it was worst. She had no emotions to deal with, to feel and then analyze, no root of a pain to reach to break it apart.

She spent her evenings sitting on a corner of the sofa, looking at the wall, feeling like she was going insane. Her friends tried to make her go out, get her mind off of it, but she had no strength. She was falling into a withdrawal.

“What is this?” She asked her mother while she went through the mail, an envelope that was too elegant to be normal mail catching her eyes. She had started to come back to her parent’s house during the weekend to don’t feel so lonely because that place screamed Jaemin from every corner and she couldn’t deal with it. During the week she was too wrecked from work to let him drag her down, but the weekends were the worst.

“What, honey? It must be the usual stuff,” her mother replied not even turning around, too busy crocheting a blanket.

She wanted to leave it there, but something inside her told her to open it.

“Are you kidding me?” She whispered, blinking her eyes twice to make sure she wasn’t going insane. “He’s getting married?” Her eyes were still on that piece of paper with her name written on it. “He’s getting married and he invited me?”

When her eyes fell on her mother her heart broke even more. “You — you knew?” the words were shaking coming out of her mouth and her eyes got wetter.

“Honey, I’m —”

“Don’t call me honey,” she warned her sternly, feeling like that pet name was mocking her even more. “You knew?”

“I’m still friends with his mom, you know what’s between us, of course, I did,” she confessed, placing the wool next down on the armchair and walking toward her daughter but she stepped back. “I wasn’t planning on giving it to you.”

“Why did he invite me? Does he think — does he think we can still be friends after all the pain he caused to me?” Her back met the wall and it was getting harder to breathe.

He was getting married.

Na Jaemin, her best friend for life, her first love, her first real relationship, the one she gave up so much for, was getting married two months after they broke up.

“His mother did the invitations. You know it’s hard for us to see you like this. We just wish you would solve this.”

“Solve this?” She almost screamed, staring at her mother in disbelief. “Solve what? The broken heart he threw to the ground and stepped on? I gave him my life, mom, I did things for him — I… I would’ve died for him and he tells me he never loved me. These past three years had been a lie, he was with me just because I was there, ready to crawl at his side, I was just a habit he was too afraid to lose and he had to tie me to him somehow until I became too much and he kicked me out of his life. How can I go past this? Why do I always have to be the one that lets people run over her?”

“I didn’t mean that, but you two have been through so much. I don’t understand how —”

“Yeah, you don’t understand,” she replied bitterly before grabbing her things and walking out of the house, not listening to her mother begging to make her stay.

She had no idea how she made it home with the tears fogging her eyes and her heart split into million pieces more than it already was. But once she crossed the door she let out the most broken scream of her life, bending in two in front of the door, letting her body fall on the floor, screaming and crying, regretting all her life choices, wondering how the person she trusted the most in the whole world could’ve turned into her biggest enemy.

Jaemin, the one that had her back when she did something wrong. The one that helped her stood up every time she fell. The one that kissed the pain away when she fell off the bike or from the swing. Her soulmate had backstabbed her, over and over again.

“I don’t deserve this,” she shouted, resting her back against the hard door, head rolled back as she tried to let her lungs breathe in more air because she felt like she was dying. “I don’t deserve all this pain.”

But she had nobody to talk to, nobody was there to hug her or calm her down, nobody to whisper in her ears that eventually, one day, everything would’ve been better.

Nobody was there to tell her that one day she would’ve got that love she deserved.

Because the love she deserved was reserved for somebody else.

And she shouldn’t have added more pain to her suffering, but her hands quickly reached for her phone and opened Instagram.

And there they were.

“Forever and always” as the caption of their hands, two beautiful rings on their fingers. And swiping left another picture, their cheeks pressed against each other, smiling widely as the wind blew the hair in front of their faces.

The exact picture she had of them on her lock screen, but now that she thought about it, after months of thinking that was one of their best photos, she realized that Jaemin’s cheek wasn’t so close to hers.

And there were so many posts on Instagram, both of their feeds were full of each other with cheesy captions and emojis. Things he never, ever did for her.

She broke down again, feeling her heart twist in her ribcage.

She had spent months trying to convince herself that Jaemin had fallen out of love in the last months. That it had happened, that it was just bad luck and they weren’t meant to last.

But looking back at it now, thinking about how easily he had moved on and what kind of love he was reserving for her, the sad truth crashed her to the ground.

Jaemin had never fallen in love with her.

They weren’t supposed to meet again, but she couldn’t say ‘no’ when her mother invited her to the usual spring party she threw the first week of April.

“Sorry, I didn’t see you here,” Jaemin mumbled when they crashed against each other. “I was looking for a thing in my… my jacket,” he explained since they were both in the guest room.

She was frozen. She wanted to leave. She should’ve left because she came there mainly to avoid him. She couldn’t stand seeing him and her all over each other, their hands intertwined, his lips always on her cheeks or lips, his fingers gently grazing her hair back.

“Are you okay?” He asked when tears started streaming down her face. It had been months since he had last seen her and he never imagined she was doing this badly, she barely looked like herself anymore.

She didn’t even notice she had started crying, it happened so often lately that she didn’t even pay attention to it anymore.

“Never been better,” she replied sarcastically, but her feet still couldn’t find the strength to move past him and walk out.

“I didn’t know about what my mom did, I would’ve stopped her,” he said.

She chuckled bitterly. “You think that the problem is being invited? You think that the mere fact of you marrying someone else after two months of our break up isn’t heartbreaking enough?”

“I didn’t want to hurt you.”

She nodded. “I know, I know. We never want to hurt others, and just because it wasn’t on purpose the others shouldn’t feel hurt or betrayed, right? It’s always an honest mistake. Oops, I slipped. Oops, I didn’t do it on purpose. I casually stuck ten knives in your chest but I never thought you would bleed and die on the floor, please, forgive me.” Her tone wasn’t high but bitter, full of a type of anger Jaemin never heard before.

“Let’s not do this right now,” Jaemin said. “There are people.”

“Yeah, you care so much about what they might think. You don’t even care about all the pain you put me through. How much this hurt and how much you, your mother and mine are slapping your happiness at my expense on my face.”

“You shouldn’t have come here.”

“I shouldn’t have? She’s my mom. This is my parents’ house. Not yours. You should’ve been thoughtful enough to say no when she invited you, to take your fucking distances from my family but no, this is so much better. You love seeing me miserable. You love knowing I’m not getting over you, that for me there will never be getting over you. Probably you get off to my pain.”

“Don’t say things that are not true. I didn’t know you were coming, I wouldn’t have come.”

“I don’t even get how my mom let her in, why she’s so supportive of you as if… as if you’re not the reasons I’m struggling to make it to the next day. Why does nobody care about me? Why is she still all over you? Why can’t she see it? Why can’t she realize you’re not the kind, little boy I used to spend my morning, afternoon and evening with?”

“She’s just happy for me…”

“Right, you’re happy, your family is happy. She’s happy, happier than I’ve ever been. You found your person, and there’s nothing I can do about it. And I’m so happy about it. Congratulation for being happy, for finding love, for — fuck,” she cursed. “I’m so happy for you. I’m so happy that she’s getting all the love I deserved to have.”

“Don’t do this.”

“No, I’m truly happy. I’m so happy that she gets the flowers, the boxes of chocolate, the nights out to stargaze, the marriage proposal, the new house, maybe even a dog or a child.”

“Are you mad because I love her?”

“I’m mad because she gets the love I deserved. The love that I gave you.” It was hard to say it out loud and in front of him but she was so mad, so frustrated that everybody there acted as if she was the problem or the overdramatic one.

“She gets the posts made about her, she gets the flowers, she gets a perfect love that you never gave to me. You never loved me. All these years were a fucking lie, Jaemin. You lied to me. I gave you my everything. I was so open to you, I showed you my true colors and what I got back? A fucking play. You were playing a part. I have no idea who I had by my side in the last three years. And I’ve known you before we could even talk.”

“I’m sorry but I can’t… I can’t choose who I love.”

“I don’t care. I got excuses, Jaemin. You got to use this, to use me. You left me in the dust with nothing and then walked away as if it was nothing. As if I was nothing,” she screamed, fist clenching around his shirt before letting go because she couldn’t stand to stay this close to him.

“Was I too hard to handle? Was I too emotionally unstable? What was wrong with me that — that didn’t make you love me? Why don’t you love me? Why don’t you want me?”

“Because you’re not her,” Jaemin snapped, their eyes locking into each other, hearts breaking again. Hers because she never imagined he could hurt her that bad. Again. Over the same wound. Healing and bleeding. Closing and ripping open. And his because he never wanted to hurt her that bad. Jaemin truly didn’t want this to end like this. And he couldn’t stand the emptiness he could see in her eyes as they stared into his and felt like nothing of what they used to feel.

They weren’t home anymore. And this was the cruellest reminder.

Her feet moved back, heels almost dripping on the floor and lips shaking. She gulped, wrapping her arms around her shoulders, nodding as she felt the air dim in her lungs again.

“You’re right,” she whispered, looking through the clothes to grab her jacket before putting it on and storming outside.

Jaemin should’ve let her go but he knew that when she acted like this she was out of herself.

“Where are you going? It’s dangerous to drive like this,” he screamed, running after her, cursing because he didn’t want to make a scene but he still cared about her.

“Why do you act like you care? You don’t give a damn about me. Just — just stop this,” she replied, slamming the front door, walking fast to her car, falling apart when she turned around and he wasn’t there. His fiancée had stopped him, probably asking what was going on and he was lying, coming up with something that wasn’t related to her, because she wasn’t worth a fight between him and the love of his life, and he walked back to the garden, once again forgetting about her.

Driving in those conditions was a terrible idea, but she wanted to go home and the idea of death didn’t sound so sad or scary.

Dying for love was such a dumb thing.

But she couldn’t keep her eyes on the road, her hands couldn’t control the wheel, shaking too hard. And when she lost control, when the car ran off the road and death grazed her, she wondered if it went in another way, if destiny wouldn’t have been so gentle to keep her alive if she would’ve gotten the flowers on her tombstones.

But she wasn’t underground, she was alive, hurt, next to her car, crying her eyes out to a love that was never meant to be.

She couldn’t know what would’ve happened if things went the other way. But of one thing, she was sure.

Someone else was getting the flowers and would’ve always got them.

And that someone, wasn’t her.

I hope you liked it! Please let me know with comments, reblogs or asks!!

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consult-sherlockholmes · 3 months

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Hello, Mr. Holmes! How are you?

So, long story short, I ended up with an optical microscope in my room more or less 4 months ago, with 200 previously made slides (secured in a proper box), and lots of new ones too, for me to prepare myself. I love microbiology (it's one of my hyperfixations, curse my neurodivergency) and now I love it even more (my mother has had to drag me away from the microscope - I named it Wesley - in the middle of the night multiple times now).

After much conversation, I finally convinced my mom to buy me the proper equipment to prepare the slides!

So, I'm sending this ask to you, as I know you also have a microscope and that you use it a lot: what kind of equipment do you recommend me buying (gloves, scalpel blades, tints, etc), while still remembering that all of the stuff needs to stay in my room (properly taken cared of by me, of course)?

For example, I'm unsure if different dyes are used for different smears and specimens due to it's affinity (I've noticed that on 'organic matter' slides, images are usually tinted purple or pink, while on plant-based slides, images are usually tinted green and blue, with a few red structures.) Considering that I don't have access to a mortuary, I will mostly make plant slides. There must be a difference in the dyes then, right?

Sorry for the long text! Hope this isn't too much of a bother.

- a 17-year-old :)

Congratulations on your new light microscope. I do hope you get the best out of it. I am overjoyed that someone else appreciates the art of microscopy and microbiology.

However, you need to be careful to not strain your eyes. It is recommended to take breaks every 15 minutes to close your eyes or focus on something in the distance to reaccommodate your eyes. And get up every 40 minutes, stretch and correct your posture. And it is recommended to not use a microscope more than 5 hours per day. John has to chase me away from my microscope sometimes to take a break when I sit there for hours, my posture like a Caridea.

Concerning equipment, you will obviously need a scalpel or other sharp blade to make very thin slices of your specimen, as thin as possible. And forceps to move your samples (best just get a whole dissection kit it has everything). Obviously slides and coverslips, pipettes for the stains or water, maybe some tubes. A pen to label your slides. In many staining procedures ethanol or acetone is also used. A waste jar to safely dispose of any chemicals, but be careful what you mix. A rack for staining and containers. I would recommend nitrile gloves, some people are sensitive to latex.

The dyes you use depend on the specimen. For example in histological slides of tissues hematoxylin and eosin are most commonly used (short HE-stain). That's what you most likely saw on your slides, it's blue, purple and pink. Hematoxylin is a basic compound extracted and oxidised from the logwood tree (Haematoxylum campechianum), and it stains acidic compounds in the cells (or basophilic because they have an affinity for basic substances). For example nucleic acids like DNA or RNA get stained by hematoxylin because they are basophillic. And where are lots of nucleic acids? In the nucleus and ribosomes, that is why they appear blue to purple in the staining because they bind hematoxylin. Eosin is an acidic compound, and stains basic or acidophilic compounds red or pinkish, like proteins, collagen, cytoplasm, extracellular matrix.

(Ductus epididymidis with HE-stain)

(Tongue HE-stain, pointer marking a ganglion; that is my picture)

Of course there are more specific stains for specific tissues like Golgi's silver staining for neurons.

For plants toluidine blue is often used, high affinity for acidic tissues, and can stain blue to green to purple. It is often combined with safranin, a basic azine, which is probably the red stain you saw. It stains polysaccharides and lignin, woody parts of the plant. Safranin and astrablue is also often combined, astrablue stains non-lignified parts of the plant.

(Ulex europaeus stem; not my pictures I don't have any samples currently, source Atlas of plant and animal histology)

Safranin is also used in bacteriology, in the famous Gram staining. In Gram staining you use crystal violet (blue/purple), Lugol's iodine solution, then wash it with ethanol and add safranin (red) as a counter stain. Bacteria is gram-positive if the crystal violet stays in their thick murein cell wall, can't be washed out with the ethanol and the bacteria stays blue. Gram-negative appear red because of the counterstain.

(Staphyloccocus aureus (violet, gram positive) & Escherichia coli (red, gram negative); not my picture, source Wikipedia)

However, I am not sure whether you have access to any of those substances, if they are too expensive for you or if they are too hazardous if used in your own room for a prolongued time. Of course those substances need to be stored properly, and your own room is probably not a good place, especially for ethanol or acetone. The fumes. I would recommend to ask your biology or chemistry teacher whether they can recommend anything further and where to buy said solutions in your area, and if they can't they are idiots. There are also many useful resources and tutorials on Youtube.

Another fascinating experiment for your microscope, that you can perform without buying any chemicals, is a hay infusion. You put hay into a container filled with water, and let it sit undisturbed for a week in a sunny area but not in direct harsh sunlight. During that time the microorganisms in the hay are reproducing in the solution, feeding on the polysaccharides of the hay. Protozoans also flourish in the hay infusion and eat the bacteria. It might get cloudy and a bit foul smelling (best not do it in your own room if you don't want to sleep next to a rotting smell). When you put a drop of the solution onto a slide and look at it in the microscope, you should see a variety of microorganisms like bacteria (like Bacillus subtilis), amoeba, ciliates, heliozoa, algae et cetera. At different depths of the liquid you should find different kinds of organisms, because of differing oxygen content. However, pathogens can also occur in the hay infusion so handle it carefully and work sterile, wash your hands properly.

And even if you don't work at a morgue you can still get tissue samples to experiment on, after all meat is sold in supermarkets, basically the same as a human body. And at the butchers they even sell organs like chicken hearts, pig kidney, liver, blood et cetera. Or observe your own hair under the microscope.

Which kind of samples and slides were included in your starter kit? Be careful to not leave them lying around in the sunlight, or the stain might fade. Always store them in the proper box.

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Not to be weird or anything but...there was admittedly a time where I've doubted a lot of your takes on Salem, the direction of the story, etc. Scoffed at them, even. But V9 has really led me to reevaluate RWBY in more ways than one with unreliable narration literally being a core function of it's narrative, and reading your analysis and meta has helped deepen my own appreciation towards the show than ever before. And dare I say it, I think I'm a Salem Truther now jsshjshjshshj So all of this to say I'm glad you're a part of this community, genuinely. And I'm always eager to hear your thoughts on the show and on storytelling as a fic writer. I'm not entirely sure what possessed me to write this ask now, but it's something I've been meaning to say for a good while, lol

jrhdfgj the salem truther situation has been really kind of wild because frankly i spent like two years going “no… there’s no way… i am reading into small details and hanging MASSIVE assumptions on a grammatical quibble… there’s no fucking way.” i was so prepared to be let down by volume nine.

’cause the thing is, like, this is what i do. right. points at my blog header. that little gremlin has all the characterization of a soggy scrap of tissue paper in canon and i made a salem out of her. give me an evil witch and i will invent a salem out of whole cloth if i have to, every time. like. i won’t argue it’s textual when it isn’t but i will write the elaborate au about her in my head if nothing else.

this is My Thing.

salem’s the first time i’ve ever felt like. i hadn’t gotten any further than “oh yeah i’m going to be so normal about her once i finish digesting i can tell” before the lost fable slapped me with the richly interesting emotionally complicated tragic backstory i normally have to make up myself and i was like… excuse me?? and then the next episode was the bait-and-switch “villain mauls the messenger except no she doesn’t and when she loses her temper she sends everyone out of the room before exploding the windows” scene and i was like IS THAT ALLOWED.

this has never happened to me before!!!

so it has been. uh. WHACK to get v9 going okay here’s every expectation you had met and surpassed. grbfxhk there was one point when v9 was first airing while i watched an episode—can’t remember which—and pulled the gf over to go “i am right. about everything?!” because it was so shocking to me.

i was so ready to be like [sighs] ah well, there’s always time does this. and then enjoy the rest of the story for what it was. jrhfhfjdks what do you MEAN they’re writing it for ME

thrilling!! still shocking!! the salem screeds will continue until morale improves 😊

#the downside is i am very competitive #and my ego is very big. brhfjfhdk #SORRY for gloating. it will happen again

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tumbylove · 4 months

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Here is my progress for a story I'm writing. It's not super clean, I'm no professional, but I expect some of you will like it.

Extreme kink, medical fattening, iq loss, first person, transmasc reader

(I posted a sample, and that's about the first half of this with minor changes, but it's rebloggable now)

My Visit to the Weight Gain Clinic

Part 1

After a year on the wait list, my day had finally come. I was ecstatic. I bounced into the clinic, shaking a little, with nervousness and excitement. My life was about to change. I entered the weight gain clinic, known around the world for it's one-of-a-kind program. Countless clinjcs removed fat, but this clinic helped you gain it. I had been trying to get fat for several years, and although I'd managed to gain about 50 lbs, I was still so far from where I wanted to be, and I finally got to fix that.

I walked to the counter, and checked in, giving the person at the desk my name, and receiving in turn a clipboard with documents to fill out. I then turned, and went to sit. All the chairs in the lobby were bigger than average, but some chairs were bigger than any I'd seen before. As I looked around the room, I saw a handful of people. One person of a middle weight. Perhaps overweight by normal standards, but perhaps my point of reference was a bit skewed, I was of course here for a weight gain clinic. The next person I saw was already enormous. At least 450 lbs, the man took up one of the massive chairs that looked more like a bench. He breathed heavily and held a cane. "I wonder if I will still want to gain more if I get to his size." I thought to myself. The last person in the waiting room was a woman who was model thin, but was flipping througha ssbbw magazine and excitedly picking out pictures. "All of us are here for the same thing, to get bigger" I thought to myself and felt so very excited and encouraged that it was happening so soon. I turned my attention to the clipboard in my hands.

The intake forms started with normal medical questions, then questions asking things like my top weight, the speed of my metabolism, and family history of obesity. Then came questions like gial weight, if I was planning for immobility and how i was prepared for changes in my mobility, and comfort levels with the realities of massive weight gain.

After all of that came the liabilities. The risks present with any operation were listed first, then the more relevant ones. Obesity lowers life expectancy. Obesity has several comorbid conditions, and dealing with at least some of them is likely. All this was to be expected, honestly. I knew what I was getting into.

Then they called my name. My heart jumped, and I stood and followed a nurse to a room where I was weighed and my vitals were taken. After a few minutes, I met with doctor.

We went over goals with the operation, and risks. We also went over my desired result and other procedural options.

I picked from photo lineup a man with the body shape what I wanted. A round, apple body with stocky legs and sturdy arms. A big round belly hanging tightly just a bit over the waistband of his pants. Last but not least, a noticeable double chin. For my short height, that would put me at about 255 lbs, an 80 lb gain. I decided that was the weight I wanted to walk out of the clinic with, before the additional weight piled on as a result of this process.

The plan for the actual operation was simple:

I would be first given a round of several injections to promote fat growth, speed metabolism, and greatly add resilience to my tissue, so that it would essentially stretch to fit my new mass without tearing or rupturing. It would also make me ravenously hungry. I would then be given sedatives and pain medication to ease my body, and a tube directly into my stomach that would pump me full of a new and revolutionary high fat solution in increments. The fattening would take place over the course of roughly three hours, with periods of feeding and digesting. Even with the process exorbitantly expedited by the hormones and medications in the injections, the process would still take time. The effects of the medication would be active for around a week so even after the inpatient part was complete, I would be likely to gain an additional 50 lbs at least during that window. During that week i would be visited by an in-home nurse to check up on me and monotor my progress. Additionally, a rapid gain in weight like this would permenantly alter and slow my metabolism, not to mention the fact that hauling extra mass would be enormously difficult for my muscles that were not used to the extra load. This would make me more sedentary and likely cause weight gain too. With all things considered, I would likely end around 350 lbs. If my body reacts to the treatment as expected, that would be a total of 180 lbs gained, basically doubling my weight over an incredibly shirt period.

My appointment was scheduled for next week. In the meantime though, the doctor gave me a suitcase full of weighted pads to wear around the house in order to simulate my coming weight, so that I could practice getting used to the labor that would be added to every waking thing I did. It also gave people a chance to back out if it seemed like they were unsure of the operation. Of course, fat gain is irreversible and no matter what is done after the fact, a body will never return to the way it was before a massive gain like this. I was given a list of things to do and some pills to take. The pills would make my body become more elastic in preparation for the coming week.

That night I read the list. I was told to make arrangements with my job. That would be no problem, I worked from home on a job that simply requires computer and phone work only. I still had taken a month off to adjust to my change in lifestyle. I had plenty of paid time off and I looked forward to the chance to indulge. The instructions also reminded me to adjust my wardrobe. I had already purchased three outfits, but wanted to wait to see the final results before I got more, just in case. Order seatbelt extender, check, reinforce furniture, check, a reminder that after the procedure my mobility would be limited, so to go on any hikes or high-octaine adventures ahead of time, like I would be doing that. I chuckled. Pass. Not my style anyway.

I put on the contents of the suitcase, it essentially was the combination of a weighted blanket and a fatsuit. It simulated a 100 lb gain. More than I'd start with, but less than I'd end up with. I chuckled. I put it on, with more sweating and effort than I'd like to admit, and I stood up. Oof. Wow. This was a lot. I wobbled over to my closet and put on one of my new outfits over it. I actually looked fat. My eyes beamed, and I saw in the mirror a glimpse into the future I'd been yearning for for years. I hefted the heavy "belly" up in my hands and beamed. Wow. This felt amazing. I was so turned on by the feeling of my new type of gravity. This was going to be awesome.

I tested my movement, slowly walking around the house. I had to move my legs differently, with added girth to my thighs making me waddle. I bent to pick something up, and my huge belly weight got in the way. This was a new challenge. I had to basically drop to one knee, because bending down straight from the middle wasn't really an option.

"This is why they send you home with this suit," I thought to myself. I continued my trek around the house, and tried to sit at my office chair. It was so narrow, or rather, I was so wide that I couldn't fit my padded hips into it.

"Good thing I tried that," I thought, "I'll have to stop by the store tomorrow for another chair"

Then my stomach began to rumble.

I realized that with the elasticity drug already in my system, I could probably push my stomach farther than ever before.

I hurried (if that word really applied, with my little wobbly steps and huffing breath) to get the seatbelt extender, and plopped myself into the front seat. After readjusting the seat, I drove to the nearest fried chicken restruaunt and ordered the largest combination from the drive through window. Once home, I ate the biggest dinner I had ever eaten, topped off by a quart of ice cream. Finally I took off the suit, and went to bed gleefully dreaming about the future.

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The week flew by, and before I knew it I was back in the doctor's office. The week had been enlightening, and had helped me adapt my house to accommodate my coming size. I took the opportunity to stock the house with as many snacks as possible, and to set up a mini fridge in my living room, near my couch and tv, where I planned to spend much of the next month. I would be near the front door, so picking up delivery would be easy, and i did all my possible chores so I would have almost nothing to worry about once i was back home.

Suddenly the moment was here. I heard my name called, and rose to greet the nurse who led me back through the office. I noted that this would be the last time I'd be able to easily sit in a standard chair, stand up so quickly, or walk so lightly. Today would mark many lasts, but also many firsts.

The nurse had me stand on a scale. 175. I giggled to myself, what a tiny number that was. Of course, it teetered the edge of obesity, for my 5'5" height, but that just meant by most standards I just looked a bit chubby. Sure, I had a belly, but I didn't really look fat. I needed to change that.

Next we went down the hall to a room, and I was given a gown to change into. It was huge, bigger than I even knew the gowns came. I looked like a kid, wearing a hospital gown made for someone twice as big as me.

Then he took my vitals, and began to give me the drugs to start the process. First he put an IV with pain medication and a light sedative, to keep me comfortable and relaxed while my body underwent the rapid change. I had elected to stay awake for the operation, because I wanted to watch myself grow.

Next, in came the doctor, who repeated much of the information given the other day, and told me she would be attending to me over the course of the day. The next step was possibly the most important, because it would prepare my body for what was about to happen. The injections. Because they were to stimulate fat growth, I was given shots all over my body, focusing most on the places where I was most interested in fat accumulating. One in my double chin and each cheek, three in each of my upper arms and one in the forearms, one in each moob and five in a star on my belly. Two in each asscheek, one in each hip, three in each thigh and one in each calf. 30 shots. By this point I was giddy with excitement, and dazed and loopy from the medication. I smiled as the doctor put a feeding tube down my throat, and began to notice the warm full sensation of my belly being filled to bursting. But... it didnt stop. Because of my elasticity, my stomach could fit so much! For about five minutes I was pumped full, and then it stopped. That was the waiting part. For the next fifteen minutes I would wait for my body to process the nutrients. My stomach had bloated to something of an orb, but as I sat, the bloating turned to pure, soft fat. It was astounding, but I could watch and see it happen. My entire body was electric with tingling sensations. I was very conciously aware of every small change that my body made, all my nerves were extremely sensitive and my stretched skin felt overwhelmingly good. I caressed my belly with my hands. Incredible! It was not only bigger, it was substantially changed! Fortunately the clinic had put a large mirror beside the bed, because of course this was the type of procedure done here, and they knew people wanted to see their changes in real time. In the 20 minute cycle, I had added 10 lbs to my body! It was incredible to watch. This process repeated every 20 minutes, and at the end of the first hour I had gained 30 lbs. A crease ran along the top, as my belly pooled in my lap, and my arms were substantially fatter. My ass sat wider on the bed, and I was absolutely memorized by my own softness. I turned on the food network on the hospital TV, and amused myself by playing with my new fat as I watched it grow.

After two hours I began to really feel heavy. 60 lbs in, and it was really getting serious. My face was now nearly unrecognizable and I looked genuinely huge. I was approaching class 3 obesity and you could really tell. My belly took up much of my lap, but was continuing to take up more real-estate as the minutes ticked by. My chin was becoming more limiting, as I tried to look down. For the moment I was alone in the room, and I lifted my belly to touch myself. I slipped my hand down to finger myself, and was hardly surprised by how wet I was. This was the hottest thing that had ever happened to me, and I loved every moment of it. I came in seconds as I touched myself with one hand, and felt my new fat with the other. All my nerves were electrified with erotic sensitivity, I had never felt so sexually charged in my life. For the next 40 minutes the process continued, and I gained another 20 lbs. My overhanging belly was expansive and my arms hung out from my sides. My head was more limited in movement due to the excess of fat on my neck. I was by no means a marvel of fatness, but I had grown enormously over the afternoon. I watched the mirror next to my bed and smiled. When the final round completed, the doctor returned again. She had visited and observed periodically throughout the procedure, but had not had to be there the entire time for a regimet as noninvasive as this had been. The IV was removed, and so was the tube from my throat, and I was lowered into a sitting position. Then the doctor spoke.

"How do you feel?"

"I feel amazing."

"Any pain anywhere?"

"No ma'am"

"Do you have any concerns?"

"No, I feel well and read all the information, I am fine."

"How about you try to stand up for me"

I blushed. I scooted myself to the edge of the seat, and off into a standing position.

Oof. Wow. This was a lot. I knew it would be. Suddenly standing was actually quite a chore. I knew that many people were used to the size I had grown to, but earlier this afternoon I was 80 lbs lighter and this was the first time I was forced to face the full gravity of that fact. I wobbled slightly as I stabilized my balance, and righted myself.

Incredible, I thought to myself, I can't see my feet at all. My belly hangs down a couple inches, and it didn't crease underneath at all before. Even my flat chest had gained a thicknlayer of fat! I turn a circle, looking in the mirror at my cellulite-riddled ass, and I can tell. I'm a certified fat guy!

I lifted my new belly with my hands and let it drop, wobbling and bouncing as it did. I laughed. I had actually done it!! And I knew I was not done getting fatter, in fact I had set something in motion I had no way of stopping and no way to reverse. That made it all the more exciting.

The doctor smiled, watching my excitement.

"Walk across the room, turn and come back" she watched my movements, checking my balance and coordination. I did as I was told, but my new form was quite something for my mind to adapt to, and I was clumsy. I was forced to waddle, because my thighs were so much thicker than before. I walked the short distance of the room, and returned with heavy breath. This was no joke, I was going to be completely exhausted by the end of the day. Then she instructed me, "bend down and touch your toes" I bent over a bit, but was quickly stopped by the mass of my middle. There was no possible way I would touch my toes in this state. In fact, the effort and surprise of the fat in my middle pressing on my diaphragm took my breath away too. Wow, I sure would be panting a lot as I adjusted to my new size.

The doctor chuckled a little at my effort, "Good. Good. That's just fine." She smiled.

"Now lift your arms out to your sides"

My arms felt heavy as lead, but she inspected the masses of fat hanging mostly from my upper arms. She circled me, feeling the fat accumulation around my chest, sides, middle, and buttox and made notes on her computer.

"Everything looks to be in order, do you have any questions for me?" I shook my head. "Your follow up appointment is in a week. I expect you will have gained at least an additional 50 lbs by then, due to the medication still being active in your system. Eat as much as you can in that time to maximize your results, assuming you still want to keep growing. Of course, you can't back out now, but if you want to limit further growth that is still within your control. That being said, I am impressed with your results at this time, and I look forward to seeing you next week. I will keep you for another couple hours to monitor your condition, and make sure you have no complications, but in the meantime I will have them bring you a few trays of food. I expect you are very hungry."

She was correct, I was starved. I looked at my huge belly and was shocked that I could still want to eat more after three hours of nonstop fattening. Still, my stomach gurgled, demanding more. The nursing staff brought in an entire lasagna with a huge milkshake and a slice of cake four times a normal amount. I set to work. My newly fattened belly making sure that the tray table they put over me had to be set extra high, and my arms quickly tired from the excess weight, so I set the tray table to the side and filled myself a plate that I set on the dome of my belly. The most interesting thing about the medication, was that it made food process into fat at about the same volume as the food itself. A person usually eats three to four pounds of food a day, which would make me gain about that much each day if I was eating normal amounts, but the expectation is that with my increased apatite and stomach capacity I was likely to eat twice that much in order to stay on track with projections. Still, that was no cap, and I could eat as much as I was able, and I was determined to see how far I could push myself.

I ate the lasagna first, a family sized pan of it. Incredible! Even after everything, I didn't feel completely full. I had to test this. I drank the milkshake and ate the cake. Only then did u feel the first wave of fullness. The nurse saw that I had finished my food and brought me a plate with four burgers and a large soda. They had clearly prepared for this, and done this before. I went through the second "meal" in about half an hour, and was feeling rather full and bloated. I then was brought a huge tray of nachos, which I continued to munch on for the rest of the time, dilling my belly to a capacity I had never nefore imagined. The stretch allowed by the medication I was on was truly astounding.

The doctor entered when the observation period was done, in order to give me a final check before discharging me.

"I have briefed your attending nurse that will be visiting your home, but I'd like to introduce you to her, so that you can get acquainted. This is Jen."

I blush and wave a little, embarrassed to be meeting someone new in this state. I needed to get over that, because this would be the only way I would be meeting anyone from here on out. This was my life now. It was hard for me to separate the fact that while this was incredibly erotic for me, the people around me didn't have reason to think this was anything other than regular weight gain. Well, I guess the nurse probably knew, but that's because I was here in the clinic, doing this on purpose. Certainly there were many reasons to want to gain weight, but the goal of rapidly doubling one's weight was extreme enough to be squarely in the category of kink, without many other possible motivations. I shook his hand, and he smiled warmly. "I look forward to working with you."

She was taller than I, about 5'7", and she looked strong. She was butch, and probably the best word to describe her would be handsome. She had tan olive skin, strong brows, and kind eyes. Her short hair was a bit curly, and she was about 30.

"In terms of your discharge, there are a few more matters to discuss" said the doctor, there is one additional option you have to maximize your gain. It is a bit more extreme, but with your aptitude and enthusiasm for this process, I think you could be a good candidate if you're interested."

I immediately nodded, "I am certainly interested, what would it entail?"

"I first want to preface this by saying this will definitely put you over what you originally expressed you wanted your goal weight to be. That being said, it is far more variable and I cannot tell you exactly how much, it varies greatly from person to person. It also will mean that you need more assistance over the next week, because it would render you less capable of taking care of yourself, would that still be something you're interested in?"

"Yes, but what does it entail?"

"As you may know, the brain uses more energy and burns more calories than any other organ in the body, barring rigorous exercise, which of course you won't be doing anyway. In order to maximize your gain, one promising prospect is diminishing cognitive function."

"So you're saying if I take pills to make myself temporarily stupid, I'll get fat faster?"

"Precisely."

"Are there any side effects?"

"The results wear off no more than a week after the last dose is taken. They have been reported to cause weight gain, increased libido, and an increase in apatite, but those changes should not be noticeable, because the effects of the operation will likely cause all those things, at least for you anyway. Other than that, the only other documented symptom is the purpose of the drug, decreased cognitive function. You'll be incredibly stupid. This will affect both judgement, and short term and long term memory for the duration of the time you're taking the pills. Your interests will be simple, and you'll be extremely carefree and food motivated. Most normal people would be terrified of such a drug, I have to admit, but you seem like you might actually enjoy it. There are people who don't want to stop once they start taking this medication."

"You promise I won't still be stupid once the drug is out of my system?"

"Clinical trials have shown no reduction in IQ of patients before use and after discontinued use of this drug. While every single drug on the market contains risks, as far as medication goes this one is perfectly safe as long as someone keeps an eye on you while you're on it, and you don't get yourself into any outside trouble."

I thought to myself, "that seems simple enough, I do want some time to think about it though."

"How about this- I write you a prescription and you decide if you want to fill it or not. This is entirely up to you, but if you DO decide to take it, call or email me beforehand so that I can get help sent out your way. Jen will be headed to your home in the morning regardless, but you will need more than one daily check in if you are so heavily impaired."

"I can handle that, I appreciate you giving me flexible options with that. It seems really appealing, I just want to do a bit of research."

"Of course! That's what I'm here for. This clinic is to help people realize the dreams that are beyond their grasp, and I intend to make sure you have the best options available to you. Is there anything else, before we get you home?"

"How long does it take to get a mobility scooter preordered?"

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They wheeled me out to the hospital transport van in a wheelchair, as they do with basically all hospital discharged, but for the first time I was really relieved that they did. Sure I could walk around, but my body was far from used to it yet. When dropped off at my house, however, I did waddle up the steps and inside on my own.

"Damn" I thought. "I'm so heavy." I breathed hard, leaning on the counter in my entryway. Kitchen to my right and couch to my left. I was breathing hard, unused to the weight. Jen would be going over some physical therapy exercises with me tomorrow to get me used to my new body and retain mobility, but all the strain on me had left me exhausted today. This morning I had walked out the front door like it was nothing, it never even seemed like a task to move about my home, but that was different now. "Thank god I got everything ready ahead of time." Before heading to the living room I decided to get myself a tray of food first, I couldn't think about anything other than my starving belly. I grabbed two bags of chips, a tub of guacamole and a jar of queso from the fridge, and popped two frozen burritos into the microwave. I set all that on a tray with a 2 liter of Coke, and hobbled to set it on the tray table next to the couch, where I intended to spend the next several hours. "This food should last me a while" I chuckled. I was going to eat so much food this week.

I went to the app for the pharmacy chain nearby on my phone, and ordered the prescription for the drug we had discussed to be delivered later that afternoon.

"Now to read up on it, if I don't want it, I don't have to take it" I said to myself, but my mind was basically made up anyway. Still, it was good measure to check it out. "Intelexa" was the name of it, I searched redit forums, and found a number of threads of people who took it. There were a few different reasons people wanted temporary intelligence debuffs, but sex or kink was one of the common underlying reasons. Everyone who had taken it on the threads had enjoyed it a lot. I could really tell when someone who was on it was typing though, because the phrases they used were simplistic and full of spelling errors. Still, no red flags, I thought, other than the fact that some people seemed to have been on it for a while without showing any intention of stopping. Oh well, perhaps their reasons were different. Everyone who got off of it still seemed glad they had done it, and they didn't seem to note any lingering effects, other than missing the feeling. It seemed too good to be true. I turned on a movie, and ate all the food I had brought over, and eventually fell asleep there in the living room.

When I woke up at about 6 pm, the drug had arrived, dropped through the mail slot in my front door. I saw it from my seat, but because I had decided to order delivery for dinner, I planned to just pick it up when the food arrived. No need for extra steps, I told myself.

I placed my order for a family sampler platter from the Asian resturaunt just a block away, and sat tight for the quick delivery. I then drafted an email to the doctor. She was gone for the day but would be back in the morning.

"Hello,

I had decided to take you up on your suggestion to try the Intelexa, I plan to take it just before bed so that tomorrow it has kicked in. Please send Jen as expected, but I'd like to go ahead and adjust the schedule so that I am receiving as much care as you recommend for the duration of the week.

Thank you for your help"

I signed off the email. That should work, I thought. With that taken care of, I heaved myself to the edge of my seat. After a couple tries, I stood and slowly hobbled to the door. There, I very gently took to one knee, careful not to hurt myself, because I was not a good judge of my balance yet. I collected the paper pharmacy bag and opened the door for my food. Fortunately the driver had set it on a little table I had set on the porch, not realizing just how helpful that table would be. I bobbled my way back to my seat, and sat down with my tray. I opened up the paper bag and looked at the pill bottle, "once daily for seven days" it said. "Do not take if pregnant" well duh. I read through the warnings. All seemed as expected. I was burningly curious. My plan was to head to bed in four or so hours, and I wanted to try them right away. I set a reminder for myself on my phone "brush your teeth" at 9:45 and an alarm "go to bed" at 10, in case even those instructions proved hard to remember, and then I took the pill.

While I was still in motion I decided it was best to do anything I still wanted to do before sitting back down or before the drug kicked in. I set my food on the counter, and walked to the bathroom scale. 265. I had gained 15 lbs since the feeding tube, so that meant I'd eaten 15 lbs worth of food while waiting for release at the clinic and since I had been home. I hadn't even eaten my dinner yet. Incredible. I was going to blow past every projection. That was a little scary, but extremely exciting.

I sat down on the couch with my enormous dinner, as well as a tray of cookies from the pantry. I turned on a lets-play of a game I used to play as a kid, and Google how much a gallon of fat weighed. 7.4 lbs. That day I'd gained nearly thirteen gallons of fat. In a single day! It was hard to wrap my head around it! It was actually getting harder to wrap my head around much. It had been about 20 minutes since taking the pill, and I felt the first few things slipping. Never mind that, I had food to eat. I watched my little video and ate my dinner. When my video ended after about 30 minutes, my head felt floaty and my skin tingled. I giggled, this was so much fun! Being off work! Getting so soft and jiggly. I clicked through the recommended videos ans put on a song with some pretty, colorful visuals. So nice! I couldn't be bothered to search videos, that was too hard, and I had such yummy food to eat. I let the videos play, as I mindlessly ate and touched my fat. It was so pretty, rippling as I touched it. My skin was so smooth, stretched taut over my ever-expanding fat. I could actually visually see the difference between my belly when I started my meal to now. My skin was warm to the touch and extremely sensitive, from head to toe. When I looked down at my body, my double chin kept my head propped up more than it ever had before. The feeling of my soft chin fat cushioning my face turned me on. I felt my nipples, that were on soft, heavy breasts now. I lifted one in each hand and let them plop back down onto my belly. I felt the underside of my belly, I had to reach out pretty far to even get my hands under there. I could hide both hands under my belly apron without any trouble. I flopped it up and down, enjoying the warm heavy blanket it provided my lap. I traced the crease around to my sides. I had an impressive muffin top, that capped at the small of my waist where there was a crease in my fat. This crease could be traced to my back where I had a drooping layer of fat swooping down under each shoulder blade, joining with the crease in my side. I couldn't reach my back at all anymore due to the fatness of my arms. Speaking of my arms, they didn't hang down directly anymore. They propped out at an angle, with a little dimple over my elbow.

All that was on my mind was eating and the softness of my body. All I wanted was to make my body bigger, softer, and heavier, and there was not a single worry in my head. No regrets. No fears. Just fat and food and lust. I didn't have a concept of tomorrow, or a plan for what would happen the rest of the week. I didn't think about what I would do if I did end up immobile, and if I kept up the path I was on, that was the inevitable end. I didn't realize that yet. I didn't realize anything. I just simply realized that my food was almost gone. I kept eating the noodles and rice, licking my sauced fingers, and dug into the cookies. I didn't have a concept of fullness, but the tightness in my belly felt incredible. I was on a sensory journey that couldn't be matched, everything was beautiful and fun, and I felt so good. I was being weighed down by a warm and heavy blanket of fat, akin to the feeling of being wrapped in a weighted blanket, but this was mine. My body. My beautiful, rippling, expansive body. I took off my clothes. I had only bought three sets of clothes in large sizes for after the operation, in case my size was different than I expected, and it was a good thing I did. The first, albeit the smallest set, had been stretched to bursting and was hurting my skin around the waistband of the pants and around the sleeves on the shirt. Who needs clothes at home anyway? I didn't think about if clothes would fit tomorrow or if I would need to get dressed. I didn't think about impressing the beautiful nurse coming to my house in the morning. My head was full of cotton candy and bliss. The world was a beautiful place full of food, and I was starving. No apprehensions, no guilt, no concequences. Just getting fat beyond belief.

My hand touched the bottom of the plastic tray of cookies, and I pouted a little that the cookies were gone. With all the food I brought over eaten, I had to stand back up and go get more. I rocked back and forth to get the momentum to stand, and took careful, small steps to the kitchen. My thighs were noticeably wider than my test walk at the hospital, and I could feel my waddle getting more dramatic. I giggled. Waddle! Such a funny word. Jiggle. Funny word too! Jiggle and waddle, soft bouncy belly! These words amused me as I puttered about the kitchen. I saw a bag of microwave popcorn, but the microwave seemed much too hard to operate. No popcorn now. I looked in the freezer, and saw a gallon of vanilla ice cream. I had forgotten that I just ate cookies, and got some more from the pantry. I hummed the sing-songy jingles of fast food chains and waddled all the way back to my seat. Yummy! Ice cream and cookies. I turned back on the TV, right to a cooking show. Good thing too, I couldn't have changed the channel if I had wanted. I let the show drone on as I polished off the whole gallon of ice cream and box of cookies. My phone made a pleasant little jingle, and I hummed along as it buzzed. I didn't notice the alarms to go to bed, I just kept snacking. The TV programming became worse and worse as the night stretched later and later but I didn't care. I didn't care about anything. I made several more trips to the kitchen for food. The mound of empty packages grew around me as I grew drowsy. Before I knew it I was asleep on the couch.

I awoke to a knock at the door, and a bright smiling face coming though. In the morning sunshine Jen looked angelic to my hazy brain, and with her came the enchanting aroma of pancakes. I looked at her wide eyed, and didn't say a word. "I'm relieved you stayed out of trouble, seems you jumped the gun with the meds!" She walked carefully around the mountain of wrappers and packages beside me. "Looks like you still managed to do some damage though, didn't you big guy?" She teasingly poked my belly. Last night's mindless binge left me another 15 lbs heavier. At least. I looked up at her, as she grabbed a trash bag from the kitchen and gathered the garbage. "What am I going to do with you? You're already managing to be a lot of trouble, but I can't help but be impressed. I've hardly seen anyone gain as much as you have the first day after the treatment. Are you going to be a record breaker?" She talked to me like a kid, but I couldn't tell, I was just happy to be coddled and praised. I giggled.

"You don't know it yet, but I've decided to make you my pet project. You show enough potential that I want to see just how fat you can get this week. It'll be our little secret." She winked at me, and I laughed, not understanding what she meant, but I did understand the three McDonalds Big Breakfast Platters she set in front of me.

"Thank you for bringing food! I like pancakes. I'm hungry!"

"I know you are, you're starving. Probably wasting away, you haven't eaten since last night!"

"Wasting away..." my thoughts trail off as I look into the pretty, reflective syrup on the pancakes. I grab my fork and dig in. I still hadn't moved from my spot, or clothed myself, but I didn't notice. It was just as well anyway.

"How long will you keep bringing me food?" I ask Jen through mouthfuls of food. "We will see, but it may be for a long time. I want to make sure you get big and soft!"

I kick my feet up and down in giddy excitement. I'm completely maluable to any suggestion she has, and she knows it. After I finish my pancakes she gets me up to do some exercises, to stretch my legs and retain mobility. "Up up, on your feet big boy" she grabs my hands and pulls me up. Was I always this heavy? Was walking always this hard? I can't be sure. This feels like a lot. Jen took my hand as she walked me to the bedroom to get me dressed. I took her arm and waddled along, then sat on the bed when we got there and Jen began to get out my clothes.

"Do you come here every day?"

"I do now"

"What... what do I do every day?"

"You eat."

"Oh..."

"Do you like to eat?"

"Yes"

She pulled the shirt over my head and over my growing middle. I was on to the 4 xl shirts. Yesterday, I was a medium.

"Why are there little shirts in the closet?"

"I don't know. Do you wear little shirts?"

"No, I wear big shirts!"

"And why is that?"

"Because I'm big and fat!"

"Very good! And do you want to keep getting bigger and fatter?"

"Yes!" I loved being soft, that I knew, and I also loved impressing Jen and when I said yes she seemed so pleased! It motivated me to keep getting fatter for her. I didn't have a concept of the concequences in this state, just of impressing the pretty lady and being soft and heavy. By that point she had dressed me, and she hauled me to my feet again. "Now you need to get weighed. Did you write down your last weight?" I looked at her blankly. "Of course you don't know, come on then" she led me by the hand to the bathroom where the scale was. Thankfully I had prepped by getting a very strong scale before all this. On the counter was a notepad with the list

Pre-op

175

Immediately post op

250

Day 1 6pm

265

Of course I hadn't written anything down since the medication, literacy would be quite a stretch at this point. I got up on the scale and it seemed I'd gained weight even since she had gotten here. "285, very good. At this rate you will get up to at least.. hm 20-40 lbs a day, counting the rest of today and the remaining 5 days.. maybe a little longer depending on the first dose.. you very well may be over 500 lbs by the end of the week!

And from there you'll only gain more... with a body like that, staying active is impossible! You've locked in your fate, haven't you? Soon, the best exercise you'll be able to manage is walking to the door to get your delivery orders! If that..." She smiled at me, and if I was in my right mind, perhaps I would have been afraid, but I had no fear, I had no concept of the long term concequences. All I had was her being proud of me, good food, and my wonderful, soft, expanding fat. I had turned into her little experiment, to see how far these things could be pushed, and I loved every moment of it. The selling point of the Intelex had been the calories saved from reduced brain function, but while that was definitely a component, the far more effective result was the lack of inhibitions, anxiety, or awareness of concequences. Without those things, for better or worse, I could gain limitlessly. No fear, guilt, or concern stopped me from indulging every single primal desire that crossed my clouded mind.

She guided me by the hand back to the living room to do some exercises. The goal was to get me used to my new size, help coordination, and keep mobility. She held my hand and had me stand on one foot and try to balance. Lifting my leg and keeping it off the ground was almost impossible. With help, I was able to manage it for about 30 seconds before having to sit and catch my breath. My muscles were unused to this. After a short rest and a can of Coke to quench my thirst, I did it on the other leg.

Then Jen had me walk up and down the stairs to the basement once. That was the hardest thing I had tried yet. With shaking knees and buckets of sweat I finished. "When do I get to eat again?"

"Good boy! Always ready for more food. Let's get you some brunch."

She fixed half a loaf of French Toast with a heaping portion of syrup and sprinkle of powdered sugar, as well as heavy cream to drink. I downed it all quickly, letting out a small burp. I blushed. I don't usually burp... do I? I'm not sure. "Do I.. have a job?" "Not right now, for now your job is to grow." "Am I doing a good job?" "The best. Now tell me, why do you like to grow?" "Because it's sexy." "Does it make you horny?" "Yes!" I reach down to touch myself lightly, on the outside of my clothes, and find it a challenging reach. Was it always this hard to reach?

"That is all I have planned for this morning" Jen said, "I have some other stops to make. I'll put on a movie for you and order you some lunch for an hour from now. I will see you again this evening"

She set me up a que of simple, colorfully animated movies. Once she was gone I couldn't help but jack off to my gain. I was huge! Bigger than anyone my height should be! So heavy my muscles could hardly haul me around! So fat that the rolls looked like they were going to melt off me.

So fat I couldn't see my feet if I tried, that I'd have to be careful what furniture I could use, I was fat enough to get stuck places! My wardrobe was gone. I looked nothing like my old self. No one would know me. I was wholely changed. So fast too, two days and my life would have a completely different trajectory now. Every aspect of my life would be affected. The way I moved. The clothes I wore. The activities I did and the places I could go. My restrictions would be great, and every one would remind me of how I had chosen this, the bulk of my body was a direct choice that I made purely out of lust. My kink was plastered to my whole body. I wore it in the most public possible way. It was like the most pristine bondage- never removable. Permenant in every realistic way. A shrine to hedonism. I reached my hand under my belly and bulging fupa, and fingered my needy hole. My arm quickly tired of holding back such a large pile of fat, so I humped a pillow and massaged my moobs. My whole body was soft and tender. I thought to myself with more clarify than I'd had since the night before, but all my thoughts still went to how ravenously horny I was at that moment. How I loved to eat and eat with no remorse or guilt. How I loved every square inch of my body. How erotic I found it that I was simply not strong enough to masturbate like I did before. I pulled up a selfie from last week on my phone and came to the sheer comparison.

I was broken out of my post-orgasm stupor by a knock at the door. I washed off my hands on the way to the door, collected my food, and headed back to my spot. I was likely not going to stray from this spot much anymore. Once the adrenaline wore off, the cloudy haze settled back over my mind, but not quite as heavily as before. The first dose was wearing off somewhat.

As I ate and blankly watched movies, I thought about my future. I was huge, and I was going to keep getting bigger. What would that look like for me? How would I do the things I needed to do? How would I care for myself? I loved this lifestyle I was settling into. Could I continue it? Could I dare to dream? It seemed too good to be true. Perhaps I would go back to work, but hazy days of movies and neverending food was roo good a life to let go of. It felt soooo good to be soft and fat, sitting and playing with my own belly. It was heaven. I wanted to repeat this moment every day. Wouldn't it be nice to have someone to feed me and look after me... of course I had Jen, but she was just hired to do that, paid for by insurance, she didn't actually want to keep doing this, right?

I shook my head. It was all too hard. Too complicated. All I knew was that I loved food and growing big and I wanted to get to keep doing that with Jen for as long as possible.

She hadn't been joking around when she ordered me lunch, it was at least enough food for 8 people. Four milkshakes, 6 double burgers, 12 chicken strips, two large fries and a cheese curds. I ate slowly, working through all the food bit by bit. For the next four hours I ate, thinking about all the things I was too fat to do, and how hot and bothered that made me.

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At 6 pm Jen returned, and the first thing she did was inspect me carefully. I had eaten every bite of food, and had gained probably 10 lbs to show for it. Plus breakfast, that probably set me at 300 lbs now. My belly hung considerably over mu fupa now, and my legs were permenantly bowed out. My arms too were propped to the sides, and the upper arm became more pillowy with every meal. Even though because of too surgery my upper chest was small compared to the rest of my heavy laiden torso, even at my scars my moobs managed to hang. Less fat just gathered there than the rest of me, but even still I was thickening up. The point where the scar met my underarm made a bulge that creased and began to hang too. I was collecting masses of fat, new bulges and creases all over. As she looked over mu bulgenong form, I spoke a little nervously this time. "I think it's nearly time for my meds again, but I want to tell you while I'm relatively clear headed, I really like you, and I like you feeding me. I want to see how fat you can make me. I want you to make me as fat as you can."

"Oh YES piggy, I'm so glad you told me that, but we will soon see if you regret it. I will make you as fat as I possibly can, you can count on that."

"And..." I stammered, "I want you to know I would love for you to fuck me. I want you to remember that for when I'm stupid again, alright? You don't have to, but I want you to know you can..."

"Perhaps if you're an incredibly good piggy, I will reward you. It'll be our little secret. Motivation, if you will"

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