and i have a dinner tonight

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It was my birthday on Thursday and today I’m going out w my dad to get my bday gift, yay. We’re also gonna have cake bc the bakery was sold out when I went there on my bday. And tonight I’m going to dinner with my grandparents and parents and bf to the little pizza and pasta place right down our street. Excited.

guess what! tonight my parents are coming up here for the weekend so i wont be alone sleeping in my little yellow cottage waiting for the bears and boogiemen to get me. also im having people for dinner!!! so ive cleaned and baked and picked this bouquet of wildflowers. its very nice to have people to do things for. on top of all of this i get to see my PUPPY! and im going to campaign my parents to let her be Mine for a week up here so that we can adventure together looking for bones and taking breezy boatrides. lots of Bs in this update huh! theyll all be here in a half hour or a bit longer and im extremely excited. also ive very much run out of fruits and vegetables and my mums bringing me many many many so!!!!! im happie thanks bye

So many awesome things today! I passed my exam at the tea room (it’s a legit exam that took nearly three hours to finish), so now I’m officially a Dobra Tea Devotea! My boss told me that I have a beautiful balance of intellect and art ☺️ I also did an hour on the elliptical while listening to Hamilton because it’s been stuck in my head, and now I’m going to dinner with my great aunt at a new place. Tonight I’m gonna hang with my friends. I love this Friday.

Just say yes 🥂

“Fancy meeting you here.” Harry watched amusedly as Malfoy whirled around in surprise and almost dropped his champagne flute.

“Potter.” He sounded breathless, caught off guard. “I thought you were in Egypt on some mission.”

Harry cocked his head to one side and gave Malfoy a quizzical glance.

“I see you’ve been keeping tabs on me.”

“That’s not-” Malfoy’s cheeks turned rosy as he quickly looked away. “Your name is always all over the paper.”

“This was a secret mission,” Harry replied, trying not to snicker.

“Yeah, well… It’s- it’s hard to escape you. People talk about you everywhere. Everywhere!”

“Sure,” Harry said, taking a sip of champagne.

“Auror Potter! Auror Potter!” A small, middle-aged man behind Malfoy began waving frantically at Harry, almost jumping up and down in his excitement.

“Oh no,” Harry muttered. Malfoy took a look over his shoulder and rolled his eyes.

“Auror Potter! We didn’t expect you to be back so soon,” the middle-aged man said, clasping one of Harry’s hands and shaking it vigorously.

“Mister Franklin,” Harry said, barely able to hide his annoyance.

“You were on a mission I presume? Was it undercover? Did it go well?”

Harry sighed and briefly closed his eyes.

“Mister Franklin, a gala is hardly the place for an interview, is it?”

Mister Franklin chuckled and clasped Harry’s hand even tighter.

“You know how it is with us reporters, we never rest.”

“Oh yes, I know,” Harry said. “However, I am currently unavailable for a statement.”

“But Auror Potter-”

“If you will excuse me, Mister Franklin,” Harry interrupted him, freeing his hand from the other man’s grip and placing it on Malfoy’s back. “I have important business to attend to.”

He ignored the incredulous looks Mister Franklin and Malfoy were giving him and pushed through the crowd. Harry noticed how Malfoy’s body twitched under his touch. It made Harry’s stomach flip. He hadn’t planned to be so bold but escaping a reporter from the Daily Prophet always took priority.

He hoped Mister Franklin wasn’t following them. But even if he left them alone, almost every other person in the room was sure to assault Harry sooner or later. But he couldn’t leave yet. He had promised Kingsley he’d stay at least two hours. And now, after bumping into Malfoy, he had another reason to stay.

When Harry spotted the double doors leading to one of the balconies, he let out a sigh of relief. That could work. He gently pushed Malfoy outside, who was completely flustered at this point.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he snapped, slapping Harry’s hand away and smoothing down his robes.

“What? I really didn’t want to talk to that reporter,” Harry said shrugging.

“But why did you drag me along with you?” Malfoy studied him suspiciously and Harry noticed how he was clutching his champagne flute.

“I wanted to keep talking to you,” Harry said, surprised Malfoy had to ask.

“And what gave you the impression I wanted to keep talking to you?”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Harry said, knitting his eyebrows together. “Feel free to go. It wasn’t my intention to bring you out here against your will.”

Malfoy narrowed his eyes. After a moment, he turned and walked to the edge of the balcony, resting his elbows against the railing.

It took Harry a moment to realise Malfoy wasn’t leaving after all. He was waiting for Harry to join him. Harry made sure the goofy smile had somewhat vanished before he stepped up beside Malfoy, mimicking his pose, and looked out to the garden below.

“It’s a little bit like Romeo and Juliet, isn’t it?” Harry said, relishing the sudden quietness around them.

Malfoy let out a snort and Harry was pretty sure he was rolling his eyes.

“For that you’d have to be standing down there, you knobhead.”

Harry blinked.

“I didn’t mean… I just meant the setting reminds me of-” He raised an eyebrow. “Are you saying you’d want me to be standing down there, serenading you?”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Malfoy muttered. But Harry had the impression his cheeks were getting pinker by the second. “Besides, Romeo didn’t serenade Juliet.”

“He didn’t? Huh. I thought he did,” Harry said frowning. “Well that’s good I guess. I’m rubbish at singing.”

There was a long silence after that and Harry wondered what Malfoy was thinking about. He heard him take a deep breath before he finally spoke again.

“I guess we are a bit like Romeo and Juliet.”

Harry looked at him in astonishment.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, our families weren’t exactly enemies but I have often wondered what would have happened if my father hadn’t- if it weren’t for my father…maybe it wouldn’t have been impossible. Or forbidden.”

“Forbidden,” Harry repeated dumbstruck. “You mean to say…”

“I’m not saying anything,” Malfoy said quickly, clamping his mouth shut.

“I think you just did,” Harry insisted, giving the other man a toothy grin. “I have to admit, when I saw you tonight I didn’t think it would lead up to this.”

Malfoy didn’t reply and just stared at the fountain in the middle of the garden below them.

“It’s not too late, you know,” Harry said quietly. “We could still… well, how about we start with dinner?”

“Dinner?” Malfoy sounded skeptical. When he gulped down the rest of his champagne, Harry couldn’t contain a snicker.

“Dinner.” He turned to Malfoy and bit his lip. “All you have to do is say yes.”

When Malfoy didn’t say anything, Harry tentatively moved his hand down the railing and placed it on the other man’s.

“Just say yes.”

Harry watched as the corner’s of Malfoy’s mouth twitched and his body gave a little shiver.

“It’s that easy?”

“Yes,” Harry said. Malfoy cleared his throat and kept his eyes on the garden while his lips stretched into a smile.

“Is that a yes?” Harry asked. Malfoy turned his head to look at him, his eyes shining brightly.

“Yes, you twit! It’s a yes.”


Inspiration

Borrowed Time

The series where Harry is mute

Part 1

Masterlist linked in bio


Y/n never went back home. Instead, she spends winter break in the confines of Harry’s apartment—wrapped up in between his bedsheets to keep warm.

The usually cold and brutal winter that always made their skin numb is now warm to them—skin always accompanied by one another’s and feeling more than ever before. And with the mix of never ending company and the feel of the music that always seems to be playing in his apartment, they couldn’t have asked for a better way to start off their relationship.

They never do anything extravagant—never do anything that could take time away from one another. It’s in their simplicity do they find a sense of comfort throughout the festive season. They feel happiest in their own little world—away from everything and everyone, just focusing on them being together without any distractions.

With being so consumed by one another, they’ve learned more about each other than ever before—spending most days watching their favorite movies and baking new recipes they found in Harry’s favorite Christmas cookbook and spending the nights cuddled up against one another as Y/n somehow finds new things to talk about.

Each day, they fall in love with each other all over again. It’s as if their hearts unravel and trap each other in—giving them no means of escape, but neither of them want to.

Whenever she spends the night at his apartment, Harry has to spend nearly an hour each morning just to fight her from getting out of bed. It’s become a routine, Harry having to pull her from the edge of the bed so that he can cradle her back in his arms while she giggles and mumbles some excuses he doesn’t have the energy to listen to.

He just really, really, really loves the feel of her first thing in the morning, especially when the brutal feel of the blistering winds finds its way to his apartment. She’s much warmer than usual and her eyes are brighter and always glistened against the sun. Her lips, too—they are always so much fuller somehow that even in his mild awareness, he finds himself kissing them before he finally lets her slip away from the comfort of the sheets.

But this morning—this morning is different.

After a Christmas night filled with passion and inexperienced intimacy, Harry really doesn’t want to let her go. He’d much rather feel her uncovered body up against his all morning—soaking each other up and holding one another until the sun sets into the night.

It just sounds so right, to keep each other near and close after giving each other their last bit of innocence. Everything they had to offer one another was taken and used to make them whole, so that’s how they should be—together and whole for as long as they possibly can.

But when Harry feels Y/n begin to stir her way out of his arms, he knows she has very different plans.

And he’s just not having it.

He whimpers in his slumbered state, pulling her back against his chest with eyes half-lidded and breathing still steady. He’s holding onto her like never before, refusing to feel her side of the bed empty. He needs her, her, her, anywhere and everywhere as long as it’s with him. And despite having every bit of her last night, he hasn’t gotten enough and he needs her more.

She giggles softly against his neck, gingerly kissing the exposed skin as her fingers run along his jaw. She can already feel him falling back asleep from her touch, a content sigh leaving his lips at their closeness.

“Love, I gotta get up. Y’know me, can’t stay in bed once I’m awake.”

He groans as he shakes his head, somehow filling up the smallest of empty spaces between them and tucking his head into her shoulder. His nose is right up against her skin and he can smell her usual scent—vanilla and lavender from her usual body wash but much more filthy than usual.

She giggles again when she feels his bottom lip poke at her shoulder, her fingers reaching to his hair as she combs through it.

“Oh, none of that, H.” She tisks, thumbing the very exaggerated pout on his lips. “I’ll be right downstairs, won’t be going anywhere far.”

He rolls his body off of her, his back hitting against the mattress with a whine. His eyes remain closed but there’s a very noticeable furrow between his brows, and Y/n begins to wonder what he’s so worried about.

She frowns down at him, observing the rise of his goosebumps from the morning cold on his bare chest. It looks empty and lifeless without her head upon it, and though his body is no stranger to her, there’s something about it that seems much more inviting and she yearns to keep it closer than ever.

And she gets it—she gets his exaggerated whining and the worry in his eyes. After everything that happened to them the night before, he can’t leave her—he can't—and that’s exactly what she’s doing to him, even if it’s only a floor away.

Almost as if to reassure him, she goes with the feel of her heart and decides to spend the next couple hours of the freezing morning right beside him.


Harry loves watching Y/n in her most natural hours.

Her chest and elbows are leaning against the surface of the kitchen counter, one hand holding a mug of coffee while the other flips the pages of her favorite poetry book. Her upper body is clad with Harry’s favorite sweatshirt—ending right at the end of her underwear—leaving her legs exposed and on full display for all of Harry to see.

Despite her hair fully knotted and having an overall disheveled look to her, Harry decides that she looks best this way—in a way nobody other than him has gotten the chance to see—as if she was made for his eyes only.

And he has never seen such a beautiful sight in his life as she looks at him with the softest and most delicate of eyes, a small smile resting on her lips at his presence. Every bit of her looks inviting—like a place of comfort Harry could forever shield himself in.

She’s become so much more than his girlfriend—so much more than someone to call his own—she’s become his muse and his home, his haven and everything in between.

“You always look at me with longing even when I’m right here with you.”

He blinks at her, watching as her cheeks flush with pink under the watch of his amused eyes, loving how easily tranced he becomes in her.

She’s never been confident in herself. Ever since she was a little girl, she used her friendliness to somehow distract people from what she truly felt on the inside. She never truly touched base with her insecurities and never wanted to, so she always found ways to push the most damaging thoughts in the back of her head.

But Harry changed everything. He made her feel beautiful and loved in every way possible, she almost doesn’t understand how he could have so much of that love in him—especially for her. From the way he holds her all throughout the night to the small kisses and gestures whenever he has the chance, she feels it everywhere and she almost feels it in herself.

His sheepish smile confirms her statement, knowing fully that there will never be a moment he doesn’t want her, no matter where she is.

He walks slowly over to her, the smile never fading from his lips and the blush creeping back to Y/n’s cheeks as she turns her body to stretch her arms out at him. It’s the smallest moments like this that make them grateful for the kind of love they share—together.

He presses his lips to hers tenderly when he feels her fingers run across his stomach, his own fingers pushing the material of his sweatshirt up towards her breasts so that he can brush against the swell of them.

“Beautiful.” He whispers, quickly returning back to her lips as they softly release a whimper from the detachment.

She tastes so good—a mix of bitter and sweet from her coffee, leaving his mouth wanting more and more with each passing second. And what was supposed to be innocent turned to lust before they knew it—their movements much more haste and impatient.

In the midst of their desperation, Harry pushes her hips further against the edge of the counter, fingers digging into her skin as his mouth parts open with hers. They both moan into one another, completely consumed by the feeling of their relentless hands and feverish kisses.

Her hands are against his stomach, rubbing along his torso when he hitches her legs around his waist, leaving Harry in control of whatever it is that’s unfolding. Her squeal turns into a moan when his hips collide with hers, the friction making her head spin and body yearn for more.

He feels her hands creep toward the waistband of his sweatpants while his hands bundle up the sweatshirt over her breasts so that they’re fully exposed to him—revealing the most delicate parts of her.

And right as his lips attach to the valley of them, the ringing of the telephone breaks them from their moment.

“H—Harry, the phone.” Y/n gasps.

But he shows no sign of stopping when his teeth sink into an already bruised hickie from the night before, leaving her with shaking fingers between his hair and withering from the soreness. And he really can’t stop, because she feels like no other and she’s so addicting in every way possible. He wants her all to himself.

The answering machine almost dissolves into pure background noise for the both of them, too caught up in the moment.

“Hi, Harry, it’s your mum.”

Only five words and Harry feels the air being knocked right out of his lungs—seizing all his movements and thoughts as Y/n is left completely confused and panting upon the kitchen counter.

"I know it’s been a while and a lot has ended quite messy, but your father does miss you and well—we all miss you, Harry. We would really love for you to come over for dinner tonight as a late Christmas celebration. You don’t have to, but we’ll have an extra seat for you. And—uh—I love you so much. I wish you the best. Please call me soon.”

It’s as if the world around him is spinning faster than ever before—his brain overwhelmed with scrambled thoughts and ears ringing from the anxiety.

There would have been nothing to prepare him for this moment. He never thought he’d ever see his father again—much less be invited back over to his house after everything that’s happened. It’s been so long, he genuinely thought it was over—he thought all of the pain and fear was over, but his biggest nightmare is coming to life and he feels sick to his stomach.

His father is why he’s like this—mute and anxious in social situations. If his dad hadn’t repeatedly torn him down for never being good enough—hadn’t made him believe nobody would ever talk to a little shy boy—he would have probably gained the confidence to speak the more he matured.

But because his father shunned him for being shy and never making any friends, Harry was terrified of what people would think of him if he ever did make friends. Because if his own father didn’t love him, how could anybody else?

Y/n notices the tears in his eyes and his shallow breathing, which she’s quick to mend when her hands reach up to his cheeks. They’re hot and flushed, but all for the wrong reasons.

She frowns, lips peppering small kisses along his face in an attempt to bring him back to her. She doesn’t know much—or really anything—about Harry’s family life; all she knows is that she has never seen a picture of them in his house or any validation that he ever truly had one.

But as she catches the glimpse of fear in his eyes and the small quivering of his lips, he knows very well that there must have been something that went wrong. And even if she doesn’t know what it is that he went through, she knows that if he decides to do this or not, she’ll be right there with him.

“You’re scared.” She whispers, thumbs rubbing against his cheeks softly. “What is it you’re afraid of, baby? Talk to me, please.”

He squeezes his eyes shut, his lips pursing together as loose tears fall from his eyes.

He’s never talked about his family problems and because all of this has happened so quickly, his words get trapped in his throat. To genuinely talk about his family and come to terms with his emotions seems all too much for him, especially when it’s hard for him to speak in the first place.

Y/n clicks her tongue while shaking her head softly, wrapping her around his neck as he nests his cheek into her shoulder. His muscles instantly relax in her arms and has a sense of clarity in her comfort, but there’s still an undeniable thumping in his chest that just can’t seem to go away.

“You don’t have to talk about this, love, but maybe this will be good for you. You know, to test the waters with your family. Maybe this could help you in the long run.”

And he wants to believe her—he really, really fucking wants to believe her—but he knows he can’t. Anywhere in his father’s path is detrimental to Harry’s social anxiety and he knows it’ll only make this worse for him in the long run.

“Y/n.” Harry groans, detaching her arms from his neck so that he can stand properly. His teeth are grit and eyes are distant—looking anywhere but her own and he swallows thickly around his words. “There’s a reason I don’t talk to anybody.”

His words are cracked and desperate—like a plea for Y/n to understand that this is different, that there will never be a day he’ll be able to face his problems. There have been too many times he’s found his way back and he always walks away with a damaged heart.

Y/n watches the way his fingers fiddle around one another and how he can’t stand still, it’s like watching the battle in Harry’s head and watching him fall apart from it.

And no matter how much she loves him now—the way he is now, even without much speaking—she doesn’t want to watch him suffer for the rest of his life. He’s the most undeserving man, he deserves the world and she knows he does.

His heart is nothing but pure and damaged—in need of mending and love. It’s the best part of him, really. It’s what brought them together and she feels the need to protect it at all costs.

He doesn’t feel it, though. He doesn’t feel what his heart has to offer and doesn’t see how it makes him so strong. He only sees himself as a ruin—a lost cause with nothing left to fight for, and he doesn’t deserve it. After what he’s been through, she needs him to understand that he is so much more than he thinks he is.

Because he is—he really is—no matter what he believes.

She holds his head in her hands to distract him from his consuming thoughts. His eyes shift in her gaze as he lets out a small breath.

“I just think it’ll be best to try again. I know—I see how hard it is for you to live the way that you do and I want to be here for you through everything. Things could be different this time—things could actually end well and you might be able to push through this. Because I know you, Harry, more than anybody else right now and I know you can push through this.”

She presses her forehead against his with a sigh leaving her lips, her thumbs running along his knuckles.

“And if there is any point you feel uncomfortable or upset, we can walk right out and leave. Just know that I will be there for you no matter what, okay? Just asking for you to try.”

It’s because she sounds so sure of herself that Harry actually agrees to go to the dinner. He knows that if it were a matter of him going alone, he would never even consider it. But knowing she is going to be right by his side—holding his hand through it all—maybe he doesn’t have to be so scared.

Maybe, it’ll actually be different this time.


It’s not different.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, it’s really not any different than he expected it to be.

Upon their arrival, Harry’s mum and sister nearly fainted from seeing him at the front door. They thought their invitation would go dismissed, like the way Harry’s ignored them for the past three years. But looking at him for the first time in what felt like forever, they were nothing short of thrilled.

And to make it even better, he brought a girl. Harry was holding her hand tightly, keeping her tucked right into his side so that he could feel her with every step he took.

Anne and Gemma swore they had never seen something so heartwarming in their life—to the point where tears sprung from their eyes and arms flinging around their bodies. Y/n didn’t even have to introduce herself properly for them to love and approve of her, anybody who gets Harry to open up—in any way possible—is enough for them.

He was calm when it was just the four of them, Harry watching Y/n hit it off with his family so effortlessly. He noticed the fondness in all their eyes and this was how he wanted it to be forever.

But once they sat down for dinner, Harry knew something was about to happen.

His father didn’t acknowledge neither him nor Y/n in the slightest. Instead, he acted as if they weren’t there and only carried conversations with the rest of his family. And Harry wasn’t sure if he preferred it that way or not—wasn’t sure if he’d rather have his father at least notice him and hate him or have his father neglect him.

Y/n was trying to make the best out of the situation and he could tell. She found her way to the conversations even if his father didn’t respond to her, and still remained her perky self while doing so. She seemed unfazed through it all, almost like she didn’t feel the overwhelming amount of tension that surrounded the room.

She does it for him, though. She knew that if she showed just how uncomfortable his father was making her—he’d never be able to survive this dinner. She had to play strong enough for his sake.

But now that dinner has passed by and all that’s left are empty plates of food and mindless mingling, Harry feels nothing short of uncomfortable and misplaced under his father’s glare. It’s as if he’s waiting for Harry to speak out in the conversation, or do much of anything to make his presence known.

Y/n can see the soft shaking of Harry’s head and can feel the sweat on his palms with each passing second—just waiting for the end of the night so that they can go home and be alone at last.

“You know, Y/n, I never thought Harry would have a girlfriend.”

It’s the first time tonight his father spoke to Y/n directly, making the conversation she was having with Gemma come to a pause as she looked over at him with confusion. There’s a small pout on her lips as she tilts her head in question, almost unsure as to what he was implying. He has no expression on his face, only a small scoff and disapproving look in his eyes.

“How so? He’s lovely, any girl would be very lucky to have him. I’m just happy it’s me who does.”

Her fingers squeeze his thigh under the tablecloth; as if to tell him that there’s nothing to worry about. If his father wants to try hard enough to get to Harry, he has to try to get through her, first.

His father grumbles, his eyes shifting away from hers. The tenseness is his body seems to lighten, though, when an almost sadistic laugh falls from his lips—finding whatever he’s thinking quite amusing and entertaining.

“Isn’t it disheartening? Doesn’t it get boring, to be with a little boy who can’t even get his mouth to open? You seem to be a very intelligent, mature lady—I can tell by the way you talk. Don’t you think it’s a man’s purpose to be with somebody like you?”

Harry squeezes his eyes shut, trying to silence the sudden voices in his head and focus on the feel of Y/n’s tightening hand.

All the childhood fights, all the times Harry had crawled underneath his bed during the night to get away from it all, and all the times Harry almost had the guts to speak up for himself only to be shut down from his father are all replaying in Harry’s head.

The anxiety creeps to his bones and in his muscles, straining him of all that’s left of his strength and leaving him with nothing but a shaking body and lack of control. Every part of him that felt alive before all of this is slowly dying at the seems—ready to be ripped out on his father’s account.

In any other situation, Y/n would have kept her mouth shut if it meant getting the support and approval of Harry’s family. But this—the way he’s talking about Harry as if he’s not right next to her, disrespecting him for something beyond his control is just not okay with her.

She’d rather stand up for the man she loves and believes in instead of watching him suffer in silence—the way his mum and sister are—with fear.

“Harry may not be a man of many words, but he’s the best thing I’ve got. There is so much more to him than his voice. There is so much more to him than you will ever know because you decided to be a shit father and give up on him without giving him a chance. He holds so much more potential than you could ever see, and that’s what’s wrong here. Harry’s not the problem, him being mute is not the problem, it’s you. Because why is it that everybody else can accept him and love him for who he is besides you?!”

The aftermath of her words silences everything around them. Nobody moves, nobody dares makes a sound besides their harsh breathing, because there could be something that makes either one of them snap and nobody wants to be the one to do so.

Y/n’s hands are in fists upon the table, eyes locked with his in fury and jaw so tight she almost doesn’t even look like herself. She’s turned into an entirely different woman with just the thought of Harry getting into harm’s way.

And although Harry really wants to show her appreciation for her words, he’s too panicked that he’s going to die from not being able to fucking breathe.

The silence is overwhelming, but Y/n is not giving up on him—on Harry. He had to live through this for far too long and she’s not allowing it anymore. He deserves better than this treatment—deserves better than to be looked down upon by somebody who’s supposed to be his provider.

“He’s the best thing you’ve got, yeah?”

His father is playing with his bottom lip, eyes narrowed and eyes in the same unpleasant manner as before. His voice is softer, though, more understanding than before and they both don’t know what to expect out of the conversation.

Y/n nods without hesitation, “He is.”

He watches as Y/n looks more determined and positive as ever, not a doubt or a trace of a lie in her features.

She means it—with her whole heart—she means it and she’ll never let anybody make her go back on her word. And she doesn’t have to say it twice, because Harry knows she’s genuine when she says it.

“You must have a very pathetic life, then.”

Harry’s eyes don’t move from their trance on the table—his body doesn’t make a move under his words. This is just how it always ends, and he just don’t know why he still fucking comes back here every goddamn time.

His throat is tight and his eyes are filled with tears. His skin is full of sweat and he swears his heart is beating much faster than it should. And even though he’s experienced this all before, knowing Y/n is being belittled by his father too makes it worse.

"We’re done here.” Y/n says sternly, grabbing ahold of Harry’s hand.

Y/n could have stood up for Harry much more, but she knew that if she started an even bigger brawl than what was already unfolding, Harry wouldn’t have been able to handle it.

He’s already drained of color and crying silently within his lost mind, and she’s absolutely terrified for his health.

She’s nearly dragging him out the door, Harry occasionally tripping over his own feet as he’s being drowned with the voices and the thumping in his chest. The world around him seems to be drowning and he can’t keep up with it all.

He just can’t.

“You can’t only keep her around because she’s the only one that’ll fight your battles for you, Harry! It’s only a matter of time before she realizes that you have nothing to offer her! You can’t give her anything with the way you are. You’re worthless!”

Before he could spew any more insults in Harry’s way, Y/n shuts the door in his face.


Harry knows his father was right.

In the long run, he doesn’t have much to offer her. He can’t be the boyfriend that she deserves to have.

He can’t be the boyfriend that can remind her of how much she’s loved or cared for. He can’t be the boyfriend to sing her to sleep whenever she can’t, or be the boyfriend to say his vows at their wedding for all to hear. He can’t be the boyfriend that—God forbid something were to happen to her—can ask for somebody to help her, or be the boyfriend to sway her family’s heart.

He can’t be anything to her besides somebody that she can sleep with at night and wake up to in the morning. Because that’s all it will be, and she’ll get so tired of being the one to be the only one talking to the other.

He’s nothing in her life, and that’s exactly why he can’t look at her anymore.

“Can you please just say something to me, Harry? I need to know why you’re upset with me or else we can never work through this.”

But how can they work through this when he can’t talk to her the way she wants him to?

Instead of answering right away, Harry presses on the gas pedal even harder than before. In the mix of all his emotions—anger, frustration, sad, and absolutely terrified—the only proper thought that can retain in Harry’s mind is dropping Y/n back to her apartment so that she doesn’t have to keep torturing herself with him.

The longer he feels her presence next to him, the more he realizes that he can’t love her the way she deserves to be loved—even if he really, really, really does love her with every ounce of his being.

“It was only—“ He swallows thickly, “It was only a matter of time before this was going to happen, Y/n.”

Her eyebrows furrow in confusion as she turns her head over to Harry, who has his lips pursed in a straight line while his eyes remain on the road.

There’s something different in him, now—something unreadable in his expressions and it’s something she’s never seen before. He seems broken somehow, like a man who’s been damaged one too many times that he’s become numb—emotionless with nothing left to feel.

“Before what was going to happen, Harry?”

She has an idea about what his words meant, but she doesn’t want to believe it. Not coming from him—not coming from the man who’s shown her nothing but how much love he has for her. There’s no way he could be doing this to her. He can’t do this to her.

“We were never going to last, Y/n. This was over long ago, we’re just on borrowed time.”

Borrowed time.

The sound of it leaves an unusually disturbing churn in Y/n’s stomach and a foul taste in her mouth. She feels as though Harry is taking his own hand and digging into Y/n’s chest, just so that he can grab ahold of Y/n’s heart and rip it to shreds himself.

Her hand subconsciously grabs onto the handle of the car door, eyes glistening with tears and lungs not daring to breathe. The air—instead of it being filled with their love—is now thicker and colder than ever.

She’s never been so confused—so lead on and so scared as to what is happening to them. They were supposed to make this last, they were supposed to make each other happy for the rest of their lives. He promised her he would, too—promised her nothing but love and trust in him.

But what is happening to them?

“How long have you thought that?”

She was tentative to ask, but she just has to know. She has to know if she’s done everything she’s done for nothing or if it actually held some sort of purpose at the time.

She’s terrified beyond words to find out the answer.

“Before or after you decided to sleep with me?”

Harry doesn’t want to make it seem like he never wanted this—never wanted her. He doesn’t want to make her think that he went through all that he did with her just to expect them to break up so soon. Because he didn’t, he never did. He would have never let her give him her virginity if he knew all of this was going to happen.

He loves her too much to do that to her, but also loves her enough to set her free.

So he decides to not answer her because not saying anything at all is easier for him than saying something he doesn’t mean. And he knows he will if it means letting her go and letting her move onto bigger and better things.

And it’s in his silence and twitch of his eyes does she find his answer.

“So you didn’t mean what you said last night. That we fit perfectly—that it’s like we’re meant to be? Or were they just words to you?”

A sob rips from inside of her when he still gives her nothing. She has never felt so hurt before—has never felt so betrayed. And suddenly, her skin feels dirty—sickened by what he’s done to her and how she could have been so stupid as to let it happen.

She feels it now, too. She feels the way his hands touched her that night, the way his lips kissed her that night, the way his hips rutted against hers and she feels so fucking filthy—used and used and used just for his own personal gain.

“Stop the car.”

It’s a weak demand, but Harry is pained to hear it. He has to hold himself back from comforting her and saying how terribly sorry he is for lying to her the way he is. But it’s just easier this way.

“I said stop the fucking car, Harry!”

Her yelling makes him flinch, and without hesitation makes him pull over to the side of the road. And the second he does so, he knows he shouldn’t have because he’d never be able to live with himself if he let Y/n walk in the cold alone, especially at night.

And right as he’s about to turn back, the sound of her hysteria makes his stop everything he’s doing. Her sobs are relentless in her hands and the thickest of tears fall from Harry’s eyes when he looks at the damage he’s done.

She looks helpless and utterly destroyed—he would have never thought of doing this to her if he’d known this is what would come out of it.

His heart is breaking at the sight of her like this.

As if on instinct, Harry reaches his hand over to her shoulder in an attempt to keep her calm. And even when they’re so close, they have never felt more emotionally distant than they do right now.

“No! Don’t touch me! Don’t you ever touch me again!”

She isn’t sure if she means it or not, but the devastating look Harry gives her at her words proves that he knows she did.

The second his touch leaves hers, he feels them falling apart.

It really is over now.

She’s never felt more pathetic and humiliated in her life. Everything she thought was so real ended up being one of the biggest lies she’s ever lived. He had her fooled for months now and she had not a single clue—but she guesses that’s what happens when she falls in love too quickly.

She feels easy.

She swallows her cries as she opens the car door, not knowing where the hell she is or where the hell she’s going, but knowing that no matter where she ends up, it’ll be much better than being with him. 

“I hate you. I never want to see you again, not after this. Not after all that you’ve done to me.”

Harry’s eyes widen at her words, mouth falling open and a gasp falling from his lips. The reality of her words hits him with so much force that he genuinely feels every last bit of him fall apart.

And it’s when she walks away from him—from his life—that he breaks.

He chokes out a sob as his fingers grip the steering wheel, eyes as wide as ever and mouth not daring to shut.

Everything hurts. Every bone in his body feels like it’s breaking and every muscle feels like they’re tearing apart. It hurts so fucking much and Harry can’t stop crying, throwing his head back against the car seat as his hand hits the steering wheel in the midst of his hysteria.

She hates him.

But it’s better this way.

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Best Birthday - Smut

Originally posted by sarcasticallystilinski

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Dylan O’Brien/Reader
Words: 3,330
AN: Okay I’m late I’m sorry! This fic was to celebrate my favorite little nugget’s 26th birthday. It would have been here sooner but they just wouldn’t stop having sex? Sorry, not sorry.


You woke up, your boyfriend’s firm body pressed against your back, and you sighed in delight. You were so glad he was home, finally, after being away for so long with his hectic schedule. His nose was pressed against your shoulder, his deep, even breaths tickling along your skin. You pulled his arm tighter around your waist, and settled back, your eyes sliding shut as you tried to go back to sleep.

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Fandom likes to ask if Yuuri or Viktor is the one who likes to clean.

And the solution seems to be both of them are responsible adults who like to live in a clean place and, okay, point.

You have a point and it’s actually a point that I’ve made in the past, HOWEVER, and I’ve just thought of this as I stared at a pile of unfolded laundry at the end of my bed and groaned at the knowledge that I would have to put it away before I can sleep tonight, please consider:

Neither of them likes to clean.

Viktor and Yuuri are a stereotypical couple who get married in their twenties and have to bribe each other and themselves to do basic household chores.

“We have to do the dishes before we can make dinner,” says Yuuri, staring at the dirty dishes in the sink.

“No we don’t,” says Viktor, who knows for a fact that they can go at least another day without having to do dishes.

Work with me here,” Yuuri says. “All we have to do is put them in the dishwasher.”

Viktor opens the dishwasher, to reveal that it is already full. 

“Why are we like this,” Yuuri whispers to himself.

Then, later:

“We have to make the bed,” Viktor says. He’s tugging on a blanket, fresh out of the dryer, that Yuuri has wrapped around himself. “Yuuri. We can’t sleep until we make the bed.”

“I’m fine with this,” says Yuuri, who falls onto the bed, still wrapped like a burrito. Viktor lays down besides him and attempts to ineffectually unwrap him.

“We can have sex if we make the bed,” Viktor says, panting, a few minutes later.

Yuuri trails his toe up Viktor’s calf and lifts the blanket. “Come in to my blanket, love.”

Yuuri.”

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andymientus: 1 year down, Arden. It’s pretty on brand that we’re apart today because we are both making art- your art is the one thing you love more than me (well, maybe art and Papa Johns) and that is my absolute favorite thing about you. The way you see the world has changed the way I see the world. Your bravery to create, to take charge, to attempt the impossible is my bravery. I wouldn’t be opening this show tonight if not for your example. That’s so much better than a corny gift and a rich dinner. It’s not something every couple would understand, but it’s something we have always understood from day one, and even when things are hardest, that’s how I know this is it. Happy Anniversary xo

michaelarden: One year ago today I married my best friend and artistic partner. We don’t have a typical marriage in any sense and I am so grateful and proud of that fact. You inspire me and make me work, think and care harder than I ever imagined I could. I don’t know why you put up with me, my moods and my insanity. But God, am I lucky. And better. Because of you.

I’ll Be Okay

Summary: You supported Jin’s dreams, and were there every step of the way. Whenever he canceled on you, you were okay with it. Whenever he had to be in the studio, you were okay with it. You were okay with everything he did, and when he broke up with you to continue his dreams you were somehow okay with it. Even though you had a big surprise for him…

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“Mm, babe where are you going?” You groaned as the other half of the bed dipped. With squinted eyes you saw your boyfriend putting his shoes on, getting ready to leave.

“Ah Y/N, I have to get to the studio.” Jin tied his shoelaces and patted his knees. He felt your arms snake around his neck and your head leaning against his back. If he could, he would stay here for the whole day, like he was supposed to do, but plans change and they needed him in the studio to record.

“I thought you had the day off?” You whispered, still half asleep.

“I thought so too, but they need me in today.” He felt your head nod against his back and you let go of his neck as he got up from the bed. You laid back down and Jin pulled the blankets up to cover you so you could fall back asleep. “I’ll see you tonight, promise.” He placed a gentle kiss on your temple as you cuddle against the blankets more.

“Take your time Jin, you can’t rush perfection.” You smiled at him as he let out a chuckle. “If you can’t come by tonight just text me.”

“Will do baby.” He rubbed your arm one last time before he left the bedroom. Another day he was leaving you for work, and another day you were okay with it.

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*Flashback*

“Y/N, what if I told you I want to be a singer instead of an actor?” Jin sat down next to you at the library as you were studying for an upcoming test. You pulled out the one earphone that was in and laid down at the table. Jin’s hands were folded on the table as he looked at you, his leg was shaking telling you that he was anxious.

“Well go for it Jin.” You placed a hand on top of his and his head tipped forward. “If it feels right then do it. I’m all for it! I mean you might have to take different classes now instead of acting classes…” He cut you off.

“No, Y/N the thing is.” He licked his lips and grabbed your hand with his. “I was recruited today by some company.” Your mouth formed an O as you nodded your head at his words, and without a beat you replied:

“Well go for it babe, I believe in you.” He kissed your temple, the load that was on his shoulders seemed to have gotten lighter. With your support, he could do anything.

“Are you sure about this Y/N?” His chin was on your shoulder as he looked down at your papers.

“Jin, I’m beyond sure, you should do it! Are you sure about this though?” You wanted to make sure he was okay with doing something that was outside his major.

“I guess I’ll find out.”

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“Jin you look so badass!” You said to him through the phone line as you saw some of the teaser photos that were released for their upcoming debut.

“What are you talking about? I’m always badass!” You laugh filled up the phone line, and it brought a smile to his face. It relaxed his whole body, as he was tired from the recent activities.

“Whatever you Jinnie.” And the way that nickname rolled off your tongue, it was the best sound to his ears he’s ever heard. “Anyways, I’m making some dinner tonight for us, I was wondering what you wanted for dessert.”

“Y/N, I can’t make it tonight anymore, I thought that since we would be close to our debut I could see you but I still can’t.” His voice was sympathetic and you knew he felt bad. You didn’t mind though, because he was living his dream, and having fun while doing it. And even though you haven’t seen him in what felt like forever, he always managed to keep you updated.

“No! Jin don’t worry! I completely understand! Just make sure to get some rest okay?” He let out a little half smile with one nod of his head.

“I will Y/N.”

And that’s when it all started. You coming second to his job.

*End Of Flashback*

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You never minded though. You love Jin with all your heart. Meeting him in your first week of college, he caught your eye that’s for sure. You were the first one to make a move, asking him to grab some food with you at a nearby restaurant that the two of your grown to love. You don’t know how long it’s been since the two of you been there together.

While Jin went off to become a famous idol, you stayed back to focus on your studies trying to become a nurse. And when Jin debuted in 2013 with his group you were his biggest fangirl. All of the times he could never see you, the times that he stayed up to practice instead of sleep, the times that he skipped a meal to focus on singing, it all paid off. While Jin kept apologizing to you that he could never see as often, you always told him that it was okay. You were proud of your boyfriend.

He always supported you as well. Making sure that you ate your meals, that you drank enough water, and to get some sleep instead of studying all night. He would love to see you drift off to sleep while he was video chatting you, and seeing you so relaxed and in a peaceful state of mind that it made him more at ease.

He fell more in love with you with each text, and video chat, and with each visit he had with you. You grew accustomed to each other lives, and when he introduced you to the other members, they were fond of you and loved you as well.

He couldn’t find anyone like you, he knew he wanted to be with you for a long time.

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“Hey guys!” You walk into the dance studio with bags of food hanging around your arms.

“Noona!” Jungkook called as he raced over to you, and started looking inside the bags.

“Hold on Kook, let me set them down at least.” You giggled as you let the bags fall off of your arms and onto the floor. The guys floated their way over to the smell, and started to dig in. Your boyfriend was the last one to walk over, placing a kiss on your lips. “Well hello handsome.” You winked at him, and kissed him again. Now your arms were wrapped around his neck while his were wrapped around your waist, the members not taking notice at your affection.

“Well hello gorgeous. What’s all this for?” He nodded his head in the direction of the food.

“Well I’m on my lunchbreak and I thought why not bring some food over for you guys?” You patted his chest and brought your hands down to your pockets. “You should eat babe.” Jin agreed with your words as he sat on the ground with his members and started to eat.

“I love your scrubs Y/N.” Taehyung said to you with a mouthful of food, and you looked down again to see what ones you were wearing. Just a light pink color, with white shoes and your hair a mess. It was already a long day at the hospital for the nursing students, and you all have another 4 hours ahead of you.

“Oh thanks Tae.” You all sat there in a comfortable silence while munching on your food and scrolling through your phones. It’s been almost 2 years since they debuted, and each day you spent with the guys you loved it even more and more. They have become a part of your life, and you wouldn’t want it any other way.

“Breaks over, we need to start back up again.” Their instructor came out and was the first one to break the silence. They all shoved the rest of their food into their mouths and set their containers back into the bags. They all said their thank you’s to you as you grabbed each bag to throw into the garbage.

“Thanks again babe.” Jin kissed your temple and off he went.

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You’ve been with Jin for 3 years now, and this morning he texted you telling you to wear something fancy for tonight because he has something special planned. You don’t know why, but you have butterflies in your stomach and you felt like a middle school girl who was talking to her crush for the first time.

As the night approaches, you chose to wear a black gown, with your hair slicked back into a pony, and your makeup looked like it was professionally done. It took you a few hours to get ready for Jin to pick you up, but the outcome was worth it.

You were ready 30 minutes early before Jin would pick you up, so you turned on the TV and sat on your couch waiting for his text to tell you that he was here. And as 30 minutes passed you received nothing. An hours passed, then two hours, then three, and you were consumed in a new show that was being played.

The door unlocked at 11:35 and in walked Jin, wearing his practice clothes. He threw his bag down and kicked his shoes and ran to the couch to see you. “I’m so sorry Y/N, we got caught up in practice and we had to finish the dance moves.” He was out of breath trying to explain to you what he was doing.

“Jin,” You stood up and and placed your hands on his stomach and ran them up over his chest and to his shoulders and eventually around his neck. “I understand, the most important thing is, is that I have you now.” You kissed his lips, and he let one hand slide to your cheek while the other wrapped around your waist.

He broke the kiss and stood back a little to take in your figure. “God you look so damn beautiful Y/N.”

“Thank you.” You whispered to him. He got out his phone and played a slow song while grabbing your hand and swaying back and forth to the music. You looked at the man in front of you, and you couldn’t be any more prouder of him than you were. He’s living his dream, being so busy, and yet still finding time for you. He was the love of your life, and no one could replace him.

“What are you thinking about?” He asked you. You must have zoned out and he caught you, but when he spoke to you, you just smiled. “What?” He said with a hint of laughter in his voice.

“Nothing, I just love you.” You said to him, and he placed a kiss on your lips, leading down to your neck.

“I love you too.” He removed his lips from your neck. “And I love this outfit on you, but you wanna know what I would love more?” You let out a hum signaling him to tell you what he would love more. “This outfit on the floor.” And before you knew it, you were being carried to the bedroom, bridal style.

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Pregnant. You were pregnant, in fact you were 3 weeks pregnant. Excitement, and nervousness filled your body as you found out this news. You couldn’t wait for Jin to come to your apartment tonight after schedules and for you to tell him the news. Even though this wasn’t the order you were supposed to be doing things in, you were still excited to have a baby with your beloved boyfriend of 3 years.

But what you didn’t know, is that you and Jin were on different agendas.

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Jin walked into your apartment to be faced with you pacing around the kitchen area. He took your beautiful self in, with your pajama shorts and tank top, getting ready for bed. And when you spotted him, you ran over to him and wrapped your arms around him. It’s been too long, like always, but you don’t mind.

“Jin I have some….”

“We need to break up Y/N.” It came out of his mouth faster than intended. You unwrapped your arms from around his neck slowly and stared at him.

“What?” You asked him in confusion. You thought things were going fine, even though he was never around that often, he still tried. Was he getting tired of you? Was he told to end things with you? You weren’t sure why he was doing this, but you needed answers. “Why Jin?” Your voice came out soft.

“Y/N, I love you baby, I really do believe me. I just, I just don’t have time for you. I’m neglecting you and isn’t fair to you. You need someone who will always be here with you, and not keep you waiting.” He held your hands in his, his thumbs playing with your palms.

“Jin, I love you though, you making me wait for you is no big deal.”

“But it is to me Y/N.” He sighed and looked down at your hands. “I can’t keep doing this, I’m hurting you and me. Maybe in the future we can be together when things are figured out and I have more time, but right now,” He shook his head and released his hands from yours, “I can’t do this anymore.”

He was expecting more of a reaction out of you, tears, screaming, hitting, anything. But all he got was the normal you. A smile on your face, a hand cupping his cheek and a kiss on the lips. “I understand Jin. Live your dreams now, I’ll always be here for you.”

And with that, he left your apartment.

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As the months went by, you couldn’t feel sad for the sake of your baby. The first week was horrible, you couldn’t even shed tears. You laid on your bed and stared at the ceiling. You thought things were going fine, but in Jin’s mind he was hurting you. Then as the week passed, you had to pull yourself together and start taking care of yourself for your baby.

You had to move things around in your second room in your apartment to make it a room for a baby. You set up a crib right way before you got too pregnant, and got all the tough work done earlier on in your pregnancy. You attended appointments by yourself, and even when the doctor asked “Will the father be joining us today?” you always said “He’s busy today.”

And each night you would read your growing stomach a book, or watch TV with it. And on special nights you would see Jin perform with BTS and you whisper to your stomach, “There’s your daddy, he doesn’t know about you, but he would love you so much. Hopefully soon he can see you.”

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“Will she be taking the father’s last name?” The nurse asked as you were holding your baby girl. You nodded your head at the nurse as she wrote down the last name on her birth certificate. “And what about the first name?” You stared lovingly at your daughter once more before deciding.

“Luna. Kim Luna.” The nurse smiled at you, as you rubbed your finger against her cheek. You were in love.

“Beautiful name.” The nurse walked out of the room, and it just left you and your beautiful baby girl.

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“Have you talked to her since the break up?” Namjoon asked Jin. It’s been 9 months since he decided it was for the best if you moved on and found someone else. Someone who wouldn’t make you wait, someone who could move in with you, someone who could give you the time of day. Jin wanted to be all of those things, but with the job he has, he couldn’t. He would give anything to take it back, but he knew he couldn’t be selfish anymore, and gave you up.

“We talk sometimes. She’s probably busy now, she’s getting ready for graduation soon. God she has to be so stressed Joon, and I’m not there for her.” He let his head fall into his hands as they were backstage before a show. Jin doesn’t even know how he got on the topic of you but he did. “Do you think she hates me?”

Namjoon let out a sigh, trying to think an answer. “I don’t think she hates you Jin, she loves you too much.” Jin nodded took his head away from his hands. “Do you think what you did was the right choice?”

Jin scoffed. “I thought it was, but it turns out it wasn’t.”

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Two weeks had passed since you brought Luna home. Even though she keeps you up at night, you wouldn’t trade her for anything in this world. Even though she cries at random things, and makes you stressed, she’s still the most beautiful little girl you have laid your eyes on. And at just 2 weeks old, she knows her father’s voice because every time you see a music show and his lovely voice sings into that mic, Luna is at ease.

And one afternoon, while you were getting Luna ready for a nap, rocking her in a chair, your phone wouldn’t stop vibrating, and the I.D. said ‘Jin’.

“Hello?” You answered with your phone in-between your shoulder and ear.

“Y/N?”

“Yes Jin?”

“It’s been months.”

“Yeah it has been, I’ve been super busy, and I’m assuming you have been too.”

“Yeah, I have been. I just needed to hear your voice that’s all.”

“Oh, well I guess you got your fix then.” He laughed at the other end. Your daughter was sound asleep now, so you picked her up and set her in her crib.

“Can I see you later tonight? I mean you don’t have to agree, it’s just…” You cut him off.

“I’d love that actually.”

“Really? I’ll swing by your place if that’s alright? The guys will be here, and I think we need to talk one on one.”

“Sounds perfect Jin.” With that you hung up the phone, and looked at your daughter.

“You’re gonna meet your daddy tonight Luna.”

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“I’m sorry it’s a mess.” You said to Jin as you were picking things off of the floor. With Luna in the picture you haven’t really had time to pick up much. You always haven’t been sleeping much, and since Luna is in bed for the night, you were supposed to be in bed for the night.

“No worries Y/N, you should see the dorm, it’s much messier than this.” You let out a light giggle as you threw some things into the trash. Jin looked at the kitchen, and saw baby bottles scattering the counter, but he didn’t think anything of it. He just assumed that you were watching your friends baby from earlier this week.

You made your way over to the couch to sit across from Jin. “It’s been awhile hasn’t it?” You said to him and he nodded his head in agreement.

“Yeah it has been.”

“I see things are going well though, I watch you on TV, and I watch your music videos and I also buy all of your songs. I guess you can say I’m a major fangirl.” You winked at Jin as he laughed. How could you still be like this after almost 10 months?

“You were always the best at being a fangirl.” You smiled at him. “Y/N,” Jin started and you looked at him as he licked his lips and his eyes got glossy. “I think I messed up.”

“What? Jin? What’s wrong?”

“I shouldn’t have…” Crying. The baby monitor was blaring, filling the living room with cries. Jin looked at it shocked, scaring even him.

“Can you hold that thought one second please.” You got off the couch and walked into Luna’s room. She wouldn’t stop her crying, so you picked her up and and cradled her in your arms.

“It’s alright baby girl.” You cooed, and Jin heard it through the baby monitor. “Why are you crying huh? Are you hungry? You don’t need a diaper change. Should we get some food?” Jin heard your footsteps walking through the hallway and into the kitchen. He saw the little girl in your arms, with a white onesie on.

You came back with a bottle in hand, and Luna’s eyes wide open looking around at her surroundings. Jin was staring at the baby, trying to think who’s it could be.

“I’m sorry it’s just she was crying so much, and I couldn’t leave her.” You explained yourself as Luna took the bottle in her mouth.

Jin ran a finger along side of her cheek, as she drank the milk from the bottle. “What’s her name?” He asked in a whisper.

“Luna.” You said back to him. Earlier today when Jin called, you were so excited for Luna to meet her dad for the first time. But now, you didn’t know how to tell him. How to break the news to him that he was a father. If he didn’t break up with you, it would almost be 4 years that you two would have been together, but here you two are. In the comfort of your apartment, holding your daughter, talking about your relationship with Jin. What an odd situation.

“She’s beautiful.” He stuck a finger in her hand and Luna grasped onto it with all her strength.

“She should be, her father is handsome! She gets her looks from him.” You smiled at her, as you were both fixated on her.

“Who’s child is it?” Jin had her hand wrapped around his finger while you were holding a bottle, feeding her. This is what a family should look like, it felt right.

“Ours.” Jin’s eyes went wide, and you both stared at each other. He was waiting for a kidding at the end of sentence. “She’s ours Jin.” Your voice grew softer with each syllable.

“What?”

“Our three year anniversary, do you remember what we did?” His face turned red as he started to connect the dots in his head. “The day you broke up with me, was the day I was going to tell you that I was pregnant.”

“And why didn’t you?” His voice was quiet but a little harsher than you expected. “Why didn’t you tell me Y/N!”

“Because I didn’t want her to be the reason you stayed Jin. I didn’t want to make you miserable by staying with me because of Luna.”

“That’s bullshit Y/N! I wanted to stay with you! I thought what I was doing was right and it wasn’t, and now here I am ten months later, trying to get you back into my life and then also being told that I have a daughter!”

“It’s a lot I know, and I’m sorry. I understood that you were busy and I didn’t want to bother you. I was doing fine, in fact I still am doing fine.” You gave him a half smile as Luna finished her bottle and you removed it from her mouth. She licked her lips a few times before you placed a towel on your back and started patting her back to get her to burp.

“You always say that everything is fine Y/N. You say that when I cancel plans, when I can’t be with you as much, yet you say it’s fine, why? I know it isn’t fine.”

“Because it really is fine Jin! It’s your job and I understand that you have to make sacrifices! But at the end of the day I’ll still be here! That’s what love is!” Jin leaned in and kissed you with Luna between you two.

“I’m sorry, I was stupid and thought what I was doing was right when it clearly wasn’t. I couldn’t stop thinking about you Y/N, you really are the love of my life, and now,” He nodded towards Luna. “I have two loves of my life right here in front of me.” Your eyes got glossy as a tear fell down your face. Jin saw, and took Luna from you and placed the towel on his shoulder and patted her back. You wiped your tears away, and felt your heart swell with happiness.

“I love you too Kim Seokjin.” You let out a breath before talking again. “And tell you the truth, it’s been a rough two weeks. I think she plots against me so I don’t get any sleep.” You let out a little laugh. “But god Jin, I wouldn’t trade her for the world. She is the most perfect human being on this planet.”

“Besides me?”

“Are you really comparing yourself to your daughter right now?” You got up and sat next to Jin on the couch and leaned your head against his shoulder. “Weird to think that you’re father Jin.”

“I know, but I love it already.” He turned towards you and placed a kiss on top of your head. “Are you saying yes for me being back in your life then?”

“Yes Jin, I haven’t stopped loving you, and this little one here knows who her dad is.”

“What?” He laughed a little at your comment.

“Every time I play your songs or you perform on a show, and you start singing, she goes quiet and just listens.” Jin finally took Luna away from his shoulder and saw that she was sleeping, he cradled her in his arms as the both of you looked at her. “When I was pregnant with her, I told her everything about you, I have a feeling she’s gonna be a daddy’s girl.” Jin shook his head with a big grin on his face. “What?”

“Y/N, I’m a dad.” His grin got wider and wider. “And you’re a mom, and we’re parents to a beautiful baby girl.”

“I know.” You got off the couch and signaled for Jin to follow you. You walked to Luna’s room and he placed her in her crib. He pulled you closer and placed a kiss on your forehead, then your nose, then your lips.

“Thank you for giving me a second chance Y/N. I know this time, I’ll be here more often.”

“Jin, it’s your job remember that. Just know that I’ll always be okay and so will Luna. Our little family.” You grabbed his hand, and walked to your bedroom and climbed in the bed, patting the empty spot beside you. Jin got the hint and crawled next to you. “It’s been too long.” You told him, as you shut the lamp off.

“That it has Y/N.” He pulled you closer to him. He could never get enough of this. He knew that he was in love you. He knew that leaving you was the worst decision of his life. He just wanted you to be happy, but after 10 months he knew that you were each other’s happiness, and this time he isn’t letting go.

What really happened with the outfit

Meanwhile, at the Downworlder-Shadowhunter Council Meeting. Luke, Raphael, and Alec are seen impatiently waiting. 

Alec: All right, well, I say we just get started. As a reminder, when we meet with the Inquisitor, she is pretty unhappy with the Seelie Queen after Valentine, so we have to careful that we are professional as–

Magnus, with a leather jacket and a mohawk, looking like sex on legs, suddenly portals into the room. 

Alec: fuck. 

Luke: professional as fuck, huh? Mmmhmmm. 

Raphael: really, Magnus, leave the dramatics and be on time. 

Magnus: really, Alexander, darling, language. What would your mother say? 

Raphael: probably that she’s meeting Luke for dinner late tonight. 

Alec and Magnus slowly look at Luke, stunned. 

Luke: fuck. 

Single - Part 1

Summary: Dean tries to plan a camping trip for his son and the reader doesn’t make it easy for him.

Pairing: Daddy!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,419


Dean never planned on braving this world as a single dad, hell he never planned on being single again. He married the love of his life nine years ago, only to discover that she was an adversary in disguise.

Once Dean’s home life became unstable, he knew it was inevitably heading down a rocky road. Leaving was a tough decision because of his son Drew but it turned out being the best thing for everyone.

So that’s how Dean ended up here, here being a charming ranch styled house in the middle of a Kansas suburb. Not a day goes by where he’s not thankful for having the strength to rebuild his life.

Although it definitely helps that Dean’s supportive parents and brother live close by. It helps that he grew up playing on the same dirt that his son is now. And it helps that his sporting goods store became wildly successful, allowing him to do what he loves.

“Alright, Drew. This is your last hurrah before school starts so make it count.” Dean plops down at the kitchen table with a pen and pad in hand.

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Werewolf! Kang Daniel (Part 1)

Masterlist can be found (here)

“If I were to live a thousand lives, I would belong to you for all of them. If we were to live a thousand lives, I would want to make you mine in each one.”

  • Werewolves find their mates by finding their scent
  • Each werewolf will have a unique scent on them that they are unaware of and only their mates can capture this scent
  • Humans and werewolves lived with each other but humans are unaware of the presence of werewolves as they don’t really behave differently
  • The only difference between werewolves and human are that werewolves were required to change to their wolf form during the full moon and they will experience ‘The Heat’
  • Which was sort of a mix between pain and discomfort and and it becomes better when they have found their mates 
  • On the other hand, if it takes you longer, the pain gets even more unbearable
  • And when they are sick, parts of their wolf side comes out as they can’t control it like they will have wolf ears or sometimes, even their tails will be out
  • No one was born being an Alpha or Beta
  • The Alpha is chosen by the members of the wolf pack and will be the leader
  • Most teenagers will move out from their families once they turned 16 to live with their wolf pack
  • Kang Daniel was part of District Moonlight and he was what you would call a special case
  • He was not an Alpha nor the most powerful wolf but he was a wolf with fur as white as snow
  • He lived with his pack which consisted of 11 boys in a gigantic mansion
  • They were very well off despite their age as all of them made use of their wolf abilities to make money
  • Like Woojin was a hacker for the International Police and Minhyun wrote really popular novels as werewolves were quick learners and very knowledgable  
  • Legends said that werewolves with a coat like Daniel only came once a hundred years were seen as a ‘blessing’ to their District as they brought happiness and peace
  • But it comes with a curse
  • They could not have a werewolf mate which meant it was most likely to be human
  • Unlike a werewolf, there are plenty of chances for a human to reject their mate after knowing his/her was a werewolf since it didn’t directly affect them
  • Humans don’t find a specific ‘smell’ and while they do feel ‘the pull’, it’s just a slight feeling to them
  • They could also live on without a mate as they were free to date or marry anyone else  
  • But if a werewolf had been rejected, they grew weaker and them in ‘heat’ was 10 times painful than usual 
  • Many white wolves like Daniel who were rejected had always died at an early age from the pain
  • Growing up, Daniel was always treated very well but he always noticed how people looked at him with pity
  • As if they could already predict that his future was a bleak one
  • He always tried to be as positive as he could and it helped that Sungwoo was 101% willing to be Daniel’s bromate till he dies lmao
  • He liked to comfort himself saying that his mate might be different from others
  • Maybe she wouldn’t reject him and accept him for who he was
  • How he met you was completely out of the blue
  • He was meeting up with Jisung at the book store when he suddenly smelled peaches and wrinkled his nose
  • “Jisung hyung, did you bought peaches? It has such a strong smell.”
  • It didn’t take less than 5 seconds for Jisung to realized !!! like how dense was this boy
  • “Kang Daniel, thATS THE SMELL OF YOUR MATE!”
  • Daniel’s eyes widen as he started sniffing around to look for the source of the scent
  • He soon found the origin as he saw your presence at the register
  • If he ever said Jihoon’s eyes were like looking at the stars, yours were literally showing him the path to heaven
  • He didn’t know to approach you like he was just FREAKING OUT
  • His wolf side was messing with him and the pull was just driving him crazy
  • You were behind the counter using your phone and you were looking sideways once in a while to see anyone needed help
  • The bookshop was near where you lived and it was also helpful to have some income while you studied
  • Till this day, you were grateful to have this job as you have never met any rude customers unlike your other friends who did complain that they have customers who just outright refused to pay, tried to haggle a fixed price etc
  • Plus the owner was a super sweet lady who did give you her homemade blueberry pies all the time
  • You had been keeping an eye on the sandy blonde hair who had been in the same corner for the last half an hour
  • He looked like he was actively searching for something
  • You decided to approach him cause helping a customer to get the right book was part of your job
  • But as you walk towards him, you were sort of lightheaded and your heartbeat rose
  • It was part of the pull but hey, you didn’t know what the heck it was
  • “Do you need help with anything?”
  • The sound of your voice was so hypnotizing and the pull didn’t help him out as he was so close to wanting to press your lips against his
  • He knew he was infatuated with you even if he knew nothing about you
  • When you stared at him, his heart felt soft and fuzzy yet, he also felt his body turning numb and he couldn’t move
  • You weren’t sure as to why your body was reacting this way as your lips have unknowingly curved into a smile and you were fidgeting
  • You just thought he was one extremely attractive male
  • Jisung who was next to him was sort of smirking and he gave a knowing look to Daniel
  • Daniel on the other hand, was literally hinting ‘PLEASE SEND HELP’ to Jisung
  • Jisng snorted but he still told you his friend didn’t need any help and nudged Daniel’s arm, going ‘right, Daniel????’
  • Daniel stuttered saying yes, his cheeks having a tinge of pink as he inhaled the scent of peaches that diffuse from you
  • He was sure you were his mate but this guy was shyyyyy
  • He was going to approach you but you beat him to it
  • When Daniel was paying for his Harry Potter Collection and Jisung’s cooking books, you asked if you could have his number
  • You slide over a piece of receipt and told him he could write it there
  • He was blushing till his ears at this point
  • You normally wouldn’t have initiated the first move since you were afraid of rejection
  • Somehow, you thought that this could be your lucky day but you some sort of attraction to him that you couldn’t pinpoint what it was
  • Your smile widen when he wrote it down and he felt his heart beating ten folds
  • “I - i should’ve been the one who asked.”
  • The first date involved you two eating dubbeokki at a street
  • You guys were supposed to go the pizza place after your work but it started raining so you two went to the nearest place to get shelter
  • It was not the most romantic setting, but you fell yourself for his charming personality and meeting him soon became a part of your routine  
  • He came to the bookstore a lot more times after that
  • Sometimes getting a comic book for Guanlin or he did drop by to pass you your favourite peppermint tea
  • One day, he asked you to be his girlfriend the same way you first approached him
  • He bought a book and wrote it on the receipt
  • It was pretty cheesy but you weren’t one for fancy things so you just giggled over it and said yes
  • Daniel was over the moon and his wolf side howled 
  • While you have met Jisung once and that one time Sungwoo tried to steal a glance of how you look cause he was curious of how his best friend’s mate look like (you still caught him in the end ;;;;)
  • You have not met the other guys yet although you had heard of their quirks based on what Daniel tells you
  • So Daniel invited you over to their home one day for their weekly ‘movie night’ a month after you guys have met
  • You got along with everyone very well and even Jisung’s, Sungwoon’s, Minhyun’s and Jaehwan’s mate who stayed together with the rest of the boys
  • You were surprised more of them weren’t living together tbh
  • Considering how big the house they lived in
  • The boys lived in a mansion that was in a forest and had up to 30 rooms and an infinity pool at the backyard
  • Before the movie, you had helped them to prepare dinner and during the meal itself, everyone was also asking if you needed more water or salt
  • There was not a better sight for Daniel to sight than seeing how well you blended with his other family
  • You were walking home alone after texting Daniel
  • He usually walked you home but this time he couldn’t
  • As it was a full moon tonight
  • “I’m so sorry I can’t pick you up tonight as uhhh … it’s Woojin’s birthday today and we are having an all boys pizza night.”
  • You could tell he was lying and feel disheartened seeing how he couldn’t fully trust you
  • But you knew better that you need to give him time and that he would eventually tell you so you don’t question him about it
  • “Ohh okay I understand. Wish Woojin ‘Happy Birthday’ for me.”
  • He knew that you weren’t totally convinced since well he was a terrible liar as his mum always taught him not to lie
  • However, he really couldn’t be near you while he was experiencing the heat as he needed to run out the discomfort in his wolf form
  • As you continued your journey, a few drunk and sleazy men came up to you, seeing as you were alone
  • They were putting their hand on your shoulders and just making you extremely uncomfortable
  • You shoved them off and was about to break into a run when you saw a wolf approaching you
  • While you love animals and was even studying to be a vet
  • You were definitely not prepared for this sight
  • The wolf with fur as white as snow growled and it frightened the drunk men who scampered off immediately
  • Strangely, you didn’t feel uncomfortable nor scared around the large animal
  • It was as if you knew it for a long time as you beckoned it over  
  • It came to you as it moved it’s head down as if asking you to pet it
  • You obliged, running your fingers across it’s furry head
  • That was Daniel in his wolf form who was literally having the time of his life as you pat his head
  • He had been going for a run in the forest when he smelled your scent
  • It was so easily distinguishable as not only it reminded him of his favourite peach soda but it was so distinct from the clear forest
  • Just from the scent, he could picture how you looked like  and he broke up into a smile  before “The Heat” started attacking him
  • His eyes furrowed when he smelled fear mixed with a hint of distress
  • Daniel ran without thinking of changing back to his human form as he was worried sick
  • Seeing you being surrounded by these disgusting group of people infuriated him as he snarled at them
  • As the white wolf, his aura was fierce enough to scare mere humans
  • But as his mate, you didn’t feel it at all
  • You continued to thank it as you stroke it’s ear and it followed you back home
  • Walking behind you as if it were your protector
  • You were amused when you reached your house, it had disappeared without a trace
  • Daniel had ran off to a forest as fast as he could as the heat was killing him
  • If he had to be near you any longer, he didn’t think he could control his wolf side
  • While you were able to see his wolf side, you still had no idea that wolf who had saved you was Kang Daniel, your very own boyfriend

A/N: I left a lot of hints that I MIGHT be doing for the rest of the members but I’m still not sure, what do you guys think? I will if there are requests for it ^^ THERE WILL BE A PART 2 TO THIS I’m writing this as a comfort for screwing up my maths test lol but I hope you guys like it!!!!

The Baker - Gainer Fic

The Baker

John prepared the last cake for the day, letting it bake while he wiped some sweat off his forehead and tidied his clothes. This cake was not one for sale, but rather a cake for his date to come and try. He had no luck in the dating world since he hadn’t been looking very often. He finally decided to give tinder a try and agreed to meet with a man named Matt later that evening.

He was always very busy with work- he was a baker at a little pastry shop named “Delicate Bites.” The fact that they were meeting up at the shop showed just how often he spent at his work.

“Damn, I haven’t been on a date in a while… I hope it goes well” he said. He looked in the mirror. There was a bit of flour on his shirt from work earlier. He hurriedly tried to brush it off. He had a clean faux hawk, a defined jawline, and nice cheekbones. He had a nicely toned body. It wasn’t extremely muscular but it had some muscle on it, and barely any fat. He was considered extremely attractive. In fact, his customers often came just to see him!

The cake was ready, and he hurriedly cut it up and prepared a slice for his date. He promised his date he would let him try a piece, and he didn’t want to disappoint.

Not long after, Matt arrived. They exchanged their greetings and had nice conversation.

“I never expected a hunk like you to work at a bakery” Matt said. “I would’ve expected someone a little pudgier, you know, since you’re around cakes all the time.” Matt was pretty pudgy himself. What seemed to be a permanent freshman fifteen also had an extra sophomore thirty and a junior twenty on it. He had nice facial hair and his body was very hairy. He had some muscle, but there was definitely some fat on his body too.

“Well, I make the cakes for customers, I usually don’t eat them myself” John said, chuckling.

They hit it off right away. They had similar interests, beliefs, and goals for the future. John wanted to stop working at the bakery and make more money. He wanted to settle down and stop thinking about work. John wanted to settle down too.

The date ended way later than either of them expected.

“You know John, I’m the CEO of a new product called Miracle Butter. I’m having a party tomorrow at my place to promote my product. Would you like to come and make some cakes for it? I can pay you double what you make here” Matt proposed.

“Really?” John asked. “That… that sounds amazing! I’d love to!” he said happily.

Matt kissed John on the forehead. He stood about an inch taller than him. “Excellent. I’ll see you at my place tomorrow”

John happily said goodbye and prepared for the party the next day.

—–

When John arrived to Matt’s house, he was in awe by how big it was. It could almost be described as a mansion. “Wow, he makes a big buck…” John thought to himself.

He walked inside and was greeted by Matt at the door. “Hey, glad you can make it” Matt said with a smile.

“I’m glad too” John replied.

“We need 4 cakes” Matt said. “Guests will be arriving in three hours, will you be able to bake the cakes by then?”

“Of course” John said.

“Perfect!” Matt replied. “One more thing… can you use Miracle Butter instead of regular butter?”

John nodded. “Of course!” he said.

“Perfect” Matt replied. He gave him a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll be back soon”

John immediately started getting to work. He prepared the cakes as he normally did- flour, sugar, eggs, and added the Miracle Butter as well. The Butter was a darker yellow color than regular butter, and smelled delicious.

“Wow, this stuff smells good” John said. He continued and prepared the cake as usual, placing them all the large convection oven that Matt had. The oven easily fit the cakes, and could’ve fit 4 more.

When the cakes were ready, Matt returned. “What a lovely aroma” Matt said

“Thanks” John said, blushing. “I hope you like them”

“Well, why don’t you give them a try?” Matt asked. “You deserve to know how they taste, don’t you?”

“Oh, I never eat my cakes though” John replied.

“I insist!” Matt said.

John shrugged. “Well, I would like to try your Miracle Butter. Sure!”

He took a small sliver of one of the cakes and tried it. Immediately, he began to drool and his eyes widened. “This is… delicious…” he said. “Unbelievably delicious”

“Hmmmm, seems it worked” Matt thought to himself. The Miracle Butter he had created was a product that contained a hypnotic property. Whoever ate the butter would feel like all food tasted delicious, and would be compelled to gorge themselves.

“Go head, have some” Matt said. “You look like you want more”

John didn’t ask twice. He immediately cut another slice and grabbed it in his hand, stuffing it into his mouth. “Oh gosh, this is delicious” he said in between chews.

Matt watched as John continued to eat the cake, almost mesmerized by it. John ate another slice, and then another. After three slices, he stopped using the knife and started to grab at more cake with his hands, stuffing it into his mouth like a vacuum cleaner.

Matt smiled as he witnessed John’s belly bloating up from the cake. Pretty soon, John ate half the cake.

“Why eat cake without icing though? It’ll taste even better” Matt said.

“Even better?!” John asked. “Give me!”

Matt gave John the can of icing, which John started to scoop directly into his mouth between bites.

“Yes… definitely a worthy pig” Matt thought to himself as he witnessed John down the entire cake and start on the next one.

Pretty soon, John finished the second cake as well. His mouth and clothes were a mess of cake crumbs and icing, and his belt with about to fly off from how bloated he was.

John began to regain his senses. “Oh…. Whoah…. Wait a moment….” He looked at the two empty cake trays before him. Cakes meant to serve 20 people each. “Did I…. did I just eat two whole cakes?!” he said. He was in awe.

“You did” Matt said. “Seems like you were hungry”

“Oh god…. How many calories is that? I can’t believe this…” he replied. “I feel sick…”

“Hey, it’s ok. Why don’t you sleep over today? I’ll cancel the party and you can rest and feel better in the morning”

John nodded. “Yeah… I can use that” he said.

John walked over to Matt’s room and passed out on his bed into a fullness-induced deep sleep.

Matt went to the kitchen and prepared tomorrow’s meal.

“Oh he’s gonna grow alright” Matt said, smiling. “He’s going to grow real nice”

—–

John woke up the next day still feeling a little sick. “I can’t believe I ate all that” he said to himself. “Matt, I’m so so sorry…”

Matt sat down next to him, a large cup in his hand. “That’s alright” he said. “It happens. Here, have this- it’ll wash down what you ate yesterday. It’s a protein shake. You go to the gym right?”

John nodded. “Thank you so much Matt. I appreciate this”

John drank the concoction, a mixture of Boost VHC, ice cream, heavy cream, and Miracle Butter. What was a “protein shake” was really a high calorie gainer shake that was over two thousand calories.

The moment John drank it, he knew he wanted more. The Miracle Butter was working again. He chugged the drink down, and it slipped down his cheeks onto his neck. Under the effects of Miracle Butter, he was a messy eater indeed.

“Oh baby, that was so delicious” John said, smiling excitedly.

Matt chuckled. “It seems so. It seems you’re excited, in more ways than one”

John looked down. “Huh?” he noticed a large bulge in his pants. “Oh, must be morning wood” he said, chuckling. “Anyways, have any more of that shake?”

Matt nodded. “Of course. Let me just go to the bathroom first” he said.

John nodded, awaiting his return. In that moment, however, he acted on his impulsive hunger and ran to the kitchen. He downed the cakes that were there in just ten minutes. By the time Matt came back, he was almost done with the last cake.

“John! The cakes!” Matt said, frowning.

John blushed. “I… I was hungry…” he said sheepishly. His bloat was huge. His stomach was like a beach ball at that point. His shirt was barely hanging on.

“Hmmmm, John, you can’t keep doing this. You’re going to need to be punished” he said, walking closer to him.

He pulled John’s shirt off and slipped it off his body. John’s boner got bigger. He started sweating. “Oh, Matt… I…”

Matt smirked. “Let’s do it, right here, right now” he said, pushing John down onto the table.

“I… I haven’t bottomed before” John said.

“There’s a first time for everything, isn’t there?” Matt asked, rubbing his crotch against John’s ass.

John rubbed his ass back.

While they started their foreplay, Matt reached for some cake and shoved it into John’s mouth. John ate it ravenously, soon begging for more.

“Yes… more cake please…” he said, all while getting fucked by Matt.

They continued until they both came, sighing with contentedness.

“Oh Mat… that was so fucking hot….” John said. “Uh… did I eat two cakes again?”

Matt nodded. “You seem to have developed quite the appetite” he said.

John blushed. “I… should go lie down again” he said.

Matt directed him to the room again, where John rested after drinking another gainer shake to ‘wash the cake down.’

—–

The process repeated for the next two weeks. John was wake up after gorging himself, apologize, intend to go to work, but then fatten up all over again when he tasted the powerful Miracle Butter that Matt fed him.

Soon, John’s clothes didn’t fit anymore. Matt noticed this and decided to lend him his clothes under the guise of “not wanting him to smell bad in the same clothes.”

Matt had hidden all the mirrors in the house before John stayed. John didn’t suspect it, but he was growing into a pig. With an excess of 5000 calories a day, he had gained around twenty pounds in just two weeks.

—–

“Hey Matt, I’m going to run to work. I feel like I haven’t been there in forever. How many days has it even been?” John said.

Matt shrugged. “I’m not sure. But I’ve enjoyed these days with you so far”

John smiled. “I have too, but I don’t want to lose my job, you know?”

Matt nodded. “I understand” he said. “Will you be coming back tonight?”

“Yes” John replied. “I’ll come back and we can have dinner together”

—–

When John arrived to work, everyone was staring at his newly acquired belly. It didn’t help that the old work shirt he had on him barely fit anymore. It was stretched out over his new pudge, the shirt barely covering his roundness and rising up if he lifted his arms to expose his new belly.

“I must be bloated from the cake…” John said, sighing. “Guess I’ll have to poop it out”

The customers all were shocked. His jawline was covered by some newly acquired fat. His cheeks had gotten rounder. His belly welcomed them, peeking out of his shirt.

“Wow… you’ve been eating those cakes too huh?” one of his customers asked.

—–

“Where have you been, John?!” his manager asked when he arrived. He looked down at his belly. “Oh wow, jeez, have you been pigging out or something?”

John blushed. “I… no, I’m just bloated” he said.

For some reason though, he felt himself getting hard.

“Ok then, just… please for the love of god get a new shirt, your belly is sticking out” his manager said, slapping it before walking away.

John felt the precum staining his pants. Why was he so turned on at that moment? Why did he love it when his manager told him that?

He shrugged it off and decided to work so he could see Matt later. At the end of his shift, he decided to have some cake before leaving, despite his indulgences in the past two weeks.

When he arrived, Matt greeted him. “Hey, you look cute in that shirt” Matt said.

John frowned. “Have I gotten fatter?” he asked.

Matt shrugged. “You might just be bloated. Or… you could be turning into my little piggy” he said, chuckling. “I’m just joking”

John got hard again. “I should really hit the gym” he said. “I’ll go tonight”

“You’re going to need this if you’re going to hit the gym” Matt said, handing him a ‘protein shake’

“Thanks, baby” John said, downing it. With that, the cycle resumed yet again.

John gorged himself on everything he could find in the house, which Matt had fully stocked with fatty foods.

“Maybe I’ll just hit the gym tomorrow…” John said in between bites.

—–

Two months passed. John stopped going to work, instead residing at Matt’s to make him cakes on occasion. Matt didn’t mind this at all. He paid John generously too- in money but also in food.

John woke up and walked to the kitchen. Matt’s clothes were now very tight on him. “Good morning baby” he said.

In the kitchen was a scale. And an object covered by sheets.

“What’s this?” John asked.

Matt took the sheets off the object, revealing a full body mirror. “It’s a mirror, why don’t you look in it?”

John casually walked up to the mirror. “Uh… ok” he said. “Yeah, now that I think about it, I haven’t looked in the mirror in ages”

When he witnessed his reflection, his jaw dropped. “Wh- what?! Is this thing broken?! I…”

John was almost unrecognizable in the mirror. His chiseled jawline and rock-hard cheeks were rounded like a ball. A double chin inhabited the area where only one chin lived before. His chest stuck out in front of him- the amount of fat could fit into a bra at that point. His belly was swollen and large, a big ball in front of him. His legs were thick large trunks. No longer did he have visible muscles and abs.

“How… how did I get like this!? Is this a joke?! I thought I was just bloated, I….”

John was in disbelief.

Matt pointed to the scale.

John stepped on it. “250 pounds” it read. John shook his head. “No way…. No way…!” he said. “This is impossible! How did I get so damn fat!?

“You’re fatter than me, babe” Matt said. “Way fatter” he chuckled. “You really let yourself go. You’ve become my piggy, haven’t you?”

“What?!” John said. “You’ve been trying to make me fatter!?”

Matt shrugged. “Your underwear right now makes it seem like you like it”

John was furious, but simultaneously blushing.

“You know what? Fuck it. I’m leaving” John said.

Matt shrugged. “Go ahead, go back with your parents. They’ll comment on how fat a pig you’ve become in the past few months. They won’t even be able to believe it. I mean, look at those stretch marks, the way your body jiggles, those pepperoni nipples… Babe, you won’t even be able to fit in your old clothes when you get home” Matt said.

He reached toward a cake on the cable and held it up to John’s mouth. “Now, if you’re a good piggy you’ll accept your fate and eat”

John’s boner was raging. He turned his head. “I’m not going to” he said.

Matt held the cake in place. It only took a few seconds for John to turn around and fall to temptation. He reached out and took the cake from Matt’s cake, stuffing it into his face.

“That’s right piggy, eat up. We need to get you fatter…” Matt said smirking. “You’re my pig now, so you’ll do as I say and eat when I want, understand?”

“Yes…” John moaned.

“Show some respect, piggy” Matt said.

“Yes, daddy….” John replied.

“Hmmm, I like it. You’re going to make an excellent pig”

He stripped John down to nudity. “Alright pig, sit. Pigs don’t use utensils now do they?”

John sat on the floor.

Matt immediately brought him a gainer shake with donuts. “Eat, pig”

John did as he was told. He ate the cake with his mouth, making a mess all over his face, chest, and belly. Matt fed him the shake and he gulped it down faster than he ever gulped before, some of the liquid dropping down onto his belly.

“Clean up” Matt commanded.

John immediately scooped pieces of food and drink from his chest and belly and started eating.

“What a fucking pig” Matt said, observing his fatboy. John had completely let go, giving in to his greedy desires.

They decided to fuck after John’s meal, but John was so greedy that he ate cake while Matt fucked him in the ass, grabbing his belly and slapping his fat, which jiggled.

—–

A year later, John had ballooned into a giant pile of pure fat. They had followed the routine daily- Matt fed him and fucked him. John would relax and then they’d start all over again. At this point, he was so big that Matt got creative with how he fucked- he fucked his rolls, his belly button, his fat pad, and all the other crevices that his fat created when it rolled out onto each other.

Matt had installed a weight scale on the bed for John.

That day, he was grabbing John’s rolls while fucking them. John was eating cake with icing out of the pan, getting crumbs all over the bed.

“Typical fucking fatty” Matt said, teasing John and slapping his belly.

John continued eating, barely able to talk with all the food in his mouth.

Matt noticed that the scale, which was calibrated to John’s weight, read 650.

“You know, when I told you you were my piggy the other day, I lied” Matt said.

John looked confused.

“You’re not my piggy, you’re my fucking fatboy hog” he clarified. “Now open your mouth and keep eating, fatso” Matt commanded.

“Yes daddy… I’m just your fat hog… I can’t stop eating…” John moaned as Matt fucked his rolls.

They both came at the same time, Matt in John’s rolls and John in his fat pad, where his dick now resided. Immediately, John continued to eat, scooping some of the cum from under his roll onto his cake.

“Fucking hog” Matt commented. “You can’t stop eating, can you?”

John continued. Just over a year ago he was a chiseled jock with a sick pack, and now he was a mountain of lard.

And he wanted more. He would be 700 in no time. He would be a hog for life.

anonymous asked:

Could you please write a one shot where Harry and y/n go on a vacation with their families together because their families are close friends, but their families don't know about harry and y/n's relationship. I really hope you can write this!!! Also I love you're writing xx

You tiptoed past your parents’ room before dashing towards the elevator, pressing the button too many times as you waited impatiently, looking left and right for any sign of yours or Harry’s family. You got inside the elevator, pressing the ground floor.
You peaked your head out first before walking outside. Just when you thought the coast was clear, you felt someone bump into your shoulder. You looked, your heart dropping. “Gemma, Gemma, hey,” You chuckled nervously.

“Hey, Y/N, couldn’t sleep?” Gemma asked before she yawned.

“Yeah,” You nodded, “Wanted to take a walk so I could.”

“Oh, yeah. Right,” She chuckled, “I came to replace my kettle, the one I had wasn’t working. Anyway, I’m going now.” She nodded at you, giving you a smile before walking towards the elevator.
You watched her, waving at her awkwardly to make sure she got inside and left.
You released a sigh of relief before hurrying outside, running towards beach that was basically right in front of you.

You tiptoed towards a cave that was hid by bushes that you and Harry found, bending down to see him waiting there, his eyes lightening up when he saw you, opening his arms for you. You grinned, getting inside and sitting between his legs, your back pressed against his chest as he pecked your cheek.

“I ran into Gemma.” You giggled.

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So In Love

Summary: Shawn’s been more affectionate then usual and you aren’t complaining by like why Shawn?

Requested: Yes ( Your writing is sooo good. Can you do a Shawn imagine where he just wants to be cuddled up with you all day and you have no reason why. Like if you’re sitting or laying down he’s on you with his arms wrapped tight and stuff. So you ask him why and he gets all embarrassed and says it’s because he was writing and realized how much he loved you and misses you while he’s away and he never wants to let you? Thank youuu xxx)

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: none, maybe a some language idk

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You woke to the sound of the tv playing music and your boyfriend cleaning the living room around you. You didn’t want him to know you were awake yet because you loved watching him like this. He was completely carefree and was being himself, singing along to the songs as he wrapped the cord back around the vacuum. He stood and turned to check on you, only to find you lying on the couch with a big grin on your face. “Do you enjoy being a creep and watching people?”

You laughed, “Only when they look, and sing, as good as you baby.” You sat up and pulled the blankets from your body. He walked towards you and leaned over slightly to press a sweet peck to your lips.

He rolled the vacuum back into the closet and slipped into the kitchen to grab chips and salsa for you two to snack on. He returned to the living room, placing the snacks on the table and found a new movie for the two of you to watch. He made his way back to the L-shaped couch, sliding himself between you and the back of the sofa. His arms wrapped around you and pulled your body closer to him. His fingers slid your hair away from your neck, his lips placing light peppered kisses along your jaw. “I love you baby.”

A small smile fell on your lips, a content sigh leaving your mouth, “I love you too Shawn.”

The two of you spent the rest of the night on the couch, your bodies intertwined with each other. His lips left sweet pecks on your forehead all night.


The light from the sun shone through the window in the living room. Your eyes fluttered open, your body not wanting to wake up just yet. You rolled over and snuggled your head into the curve of Shawn’s neck. A light groan left his mouth, his arms and legs stretching outwards. “Good morning baby girl.”

“Nope, it’s not time to wake up yet. I’m still tired.” You buried your face into the cushion of the couch. He pressed a kiss to your temple before slipping off the couch and heading to the bathroom.

“Come on sleepy. You have to get up at some point today,” Shawn called from the kitchen. You slowly slid off the couch and made your way to the bathroom. You pulled your hair into the best messy bun you could muster up, and brushed your teeth. You bent over to spit out the toothpaste and rinse your mouth and when you stood up, Shawn was standing next to you, causing you to jump a little. Your hand flew up to your chest, “Jesus, Shawn, you scared the shit out of me. Why are you so quiet sometimes.”

A laugh erupted from him, “I’m sorry babe. I didn’t mean to scare you. I just wanted to know what you wanted for breakfast.”

You rolled your eyes and followed him back to the kitchen, the two of you preparing your breakfast together.


You fixed your swimsuit bottoms before grabbing a towel from the closet. “Shawn I’m heading out to the pool. If you need me just yell for me.” He was cooped up in his music room, working on more songs for his new album.

You closed the sliding door and placed your towel on a chair before walking over to the pool to dip a toe in to check the temperature. It was still warm outside, leaving the pool slightly warmer than usual. You dove into the pool and swam to the edge, overlooking the city. You weren’t sure how much time you spent there but you were eventually brought back to reality when you felt the water next to you splash over the edge. “Hey beautiful. What are ya looking at?”

“Nothing really. I’m just thinking.” You sighed and looked back to the buildings.

“What’cha thinking about?” He placed his arms on the ledge of the pool, looking over the city as well.

“You know, things. Us. Our future.”

He nodded his head and was silent for a while. The two of you enjoying the sounds of the busy city below you. You leaned your head over and onto his shoulder, his arm wrapping around your waist.  “I love you darling.”


You finished making dinner and were now setting the table for the two of you. You walked back to Shawn’s music room and listened to him strumming his guitar and mumbling. You quietly slid into the room. You continued to listen and watch, he strummed a few notes then leaned down to jot them onto the sheets on paper in front of him before returning back to the guitar. “Shawn baby, dinner is ready,” you quietly said. He placed the guitar down and followed you back to the kitchen.

After you finished doing the dishes, Shawn returned back to his music room. You decided to catch up in your book that you had left months ago.


You felt a pair of arms wrap under your head and your legs, lifting you from the couch. You wrapped your arms around his neck and snuggled into his chest as he carried you to your bed. He placed you down on the bed before moving to his side and joining you, covering both of you with the sheets.

You woke up to the feeling of Shawn’s fingers brushing over your cheek. You closed your eyes tightly before opening them to find your boyfriend watching you. “Good morning love,” he brought his lips to yours in a sweet, loving kiss. You snuggled into his chest. The two of you laid together for a while before you got out of bed.

You decided to grab a quick breakfast before going out. You had to go run a few errands that morning. You grabbed your keys from their hook on the wall before yelling a quick goodbye to Shawn, who was already in his music room.


You opened the door to the condo, placing your keys back on the hook and dropping all your bags on the floor. You didn’t hear Shawn in his music room, or watching tv. You peeked your head into your room to find him asleep on your bed. You smiled and grabbed your book and curled up on the couch, picking up where you left off the night before. It wasn’t much longer until you felt the couch dip next to you, Shawn’s head resting in your lap. You chuckled and ran a hand through his hair. “Hi sleepy head. Did you have a nice nap?”

He nodded his head and mumbled a quiet, “Can we just stay in tonight instead of going out to dinner? I just want to spend time with just you.”

You moved your book and looked down at him, “Of course babe.”

You got up to check the fridge for something to snack on and felt Shawn’s arms around your waist and a kiss on your shoulder. You turned your head and kissed his cheek before grabbing some leftovers to reheat for dinner.

You turned a movie on and settled into the couch, Shawn’s head back in your lap. You ate your leftover pizza and placed the plate back on the table since Shawn wouldn’t let you get up off the couch. You played with his hair as he watched you instead of the movie. He loved watching how you would smile during the happy parts, or when your eyebrows would furrow when you tried to follow the plot line in your head. He grabbed your hand from his hair and placed a kiss on your palm. You smiled down at him. You noticed he had been much more affectionate, this weekend, than he usually was.

“Shawn, can I ask you a question?” You looked down at him, his eyes had a twinkle in them from the lights on the ceiling shining down. He nodded his head. You studied his features, a look of absolute love on his face. “You’ve been really loving this weekend. Is everything okay? I mean, I know you are a very affectionate person when we are home anyway, but this weekend has been like a whole different Shawn.”

He smiled at you, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Of course everything is okay. I’ve just had a lot of time to think lately and I’ve just come to a realization. I’m working on new songs and the only thing that came to my head was you and how much I love you,” he sat up and brushed your hair out of your face. “I love you so much. I guess I never had time to sit down and really think about us. I see a future with you and that makes me so happy. I see us buying a house together and having kids together. I see us growing old together and being surrounded by our big family. I never want this to end with us. I love you too much. And I miss you like crazy when I’m not home. I hate knowing that when I’m gone, you’re by yourself with no one. And it makes my heart so happy to think that eventually when I leave on tour you won’t be alone and you’ll have a baby with you. And I just can’t stop thinking about how much I’m absolutely head over heels in love with you.” He rambled on and on. Your smiled was a mile wide.

“Shawn, that’s what I was thinking about yesterday. I can’t wait to have a family with you. I love you so much.” You grabbed the sides of his face and brought him to you. Your noses lightly bumped before your lips attached. You pulled away with a smile on yours lips.

This was the man who you were going to spend the rest of your life with and you couldn’t wait.

anonymous asked:

i love!!! ur single dad aus :) could you write one for got7's jackson?

it’s been long since ive written for got7 ;;

  • has three kids,,,the oldest his ten year old son, then a seven year old daughter, and lastly his youngest - a three year old daughter
  • and even with thREE kids,,,,he’s still the fittest most positive dad on the planet,,,,probably
  • his morning workout? do push ups with his son on his back and then jog in place while watching spongebob with the younger ones
  • is one of those dads who has pictures of his kids doing everything ,,,, like they’ll just all be at the supermarket and one of them does something like balance an apple on their head and jackson is like PAUSE! PICTURE TIME!
  • i imagine he’d probably love to have his who family super tight-knit so weekends with his parents,,,,meeting up with his cousins and their kids,,,
  • and of course - family night that he hosts and he has all the other got7 dads come over with their families
  • is so freaking cute like when he’s playing monopoly with his daughters and sons and one of them makes him go bankrupt he falls over onto the carpet and is like,,,,my owN cHILDREN betRAY ME,,,,,
  • cried during zootopia when they all went to see it at the movies and his son was like dad,,,,dAD you’re embarrassing me
  • speaks canto with the kids so they can learn it but sometimes he switches into korean out of force of habit
  • you’re actually the homeroom teacher of jackson’s oldest son and when jackson comes in for parent-teacher conference 
  • you open the door to see him dashing down the hall,,,,the older daughter on his back as the three year old makes a dash for the open door of another classrooms open door
  • his son stands in front of you, lopsided smile going “my dad needs to calm my sisters down, but it’ll be a minute”
  • you hear jackson’s voice,,,,shouting in a mixture of canto and english 
  • with one swoop, he catches the younger girl and comes into your room
  • embarrassed smile, apologizing for how wild they can get
  • you shake your head,,smiling as the kids settle themselves beside their father
  • “well,,,,your son is a great student but-”
  • jackson straightens up “but?”
  • he shoots a look at his son as the boy sinks into his chair
  • “but he tends to focus more on sports than he does on school,,,,,”
  • jackson sighs, reaching over to ruffle his sons hair 
  • “he takes after me,,,,but ill make sure he starts hitting the books from now on.”
  • you nod, looking at his daughters who are staring detrimentally at the bowl of candy on your desk
  • “you can go have some.”
  • the moment you finish your sentence they jump up, running over to dig through the treats
  • jackson’s son looks over too,,,but pretends he’s not when you catch him
  • “you can have some too-”
  • silently,,,the son gets up but soon enough he’s just as excited as his siblings
  • jackson leans over a bit and you jolt when you realize he’s close
  • “what’s his,,,,weakest subject? is it math - math wasn’t always strong for me,,,”
  • you go through some of his son’s test, pointing things out here and there
  • jackson gets up to walk around the table and get closer
  • and you feel shyness overcome you when you see him up close,,,,,,strong arms and a face like some sort of professional model,,
  • giggling a bit when you both come across a doodle on his son’s homework you look at each other
  • and you feel your heart tug because oh he is,,,so handsome,,,,
  • jackson runs a hand over his neck,,,going quiet which is rare since he talks a mile a minute
  • and just as you’re going to say something else
  • one of the daughters plops herself over your lap and you’re like “oh?” and she’s like “do you have anymore hershey’s??? i like them so much!!!”
  • you laugh and go “yes, in my closet but - it looks like you’ve had a lot!”
  • you rub the chocolate smear from the corner of her lip and jackson nods “you’ve had enough, plus you need to save some room for dinner.”
  • the other kids come back and you stand up to see jackson and his kids off
  • when he turns to you and goes “aren’t i the last parent tonight?”
  • you check the sign in list and nod,,,,,asking why
  • jackson grins and goes “would you like to join us? we’re going to the diner around the corner - family friday night deals!!”
  • you feel something warm when you hear the word ‘family’,,,,the daughters nod encouragingly at you while the son murmurs “dad,,,,that’s my teacher,,,,”
  • jackson is still smiling, motioning with his head for you to come along
  • you decide,,,,why not??? and grab your things to head out with them
  • dinner is fun~!!! the girls warm up to you and even the son seems to forget you’re his teacher for the night
  • jackson especially seems to like you,,,,making jokes and throwing in compliments here and there
  • that night,,,,as the three kids watch excitedly from the window of the car jackson drops you off and asks for your number
  • “i know ive got three ,,,, wild kids,,,,,but if you want to try-”
  • “id love to,,,,,,,”
  • the next morning you’re getting coffee in the teachers room and teacher nayeon passes by, grinning and going, “we heard about that date - you better tell us everything!”
  • blushing,,,you try to say it wasn’t a date,,,,,but,,,,c’mon family friday at the diner is totally a date,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,hehe