dunno why i was laughing so much when i had just lost

Q&A Transcript with Alex Hirsch at MomoCon 2017

Question: Before you decided to make Bill the main bad guy, did you have another character in mind that would have been the villain? 

Alex: Yeah, um that’s a good question. Uh, so, when we came up with the villain of the show, I knew that… I knew that Bill was involved. And I knew that Ford had disappeared due to some deal gone wrong with some villain next to the mystery of how Gravity Falls was all assembled. 

Um, but, I didn’t yet decide that Bill was that character in the very beginning, y'know? I had always imagined it was some sort of evil character somewhere kinda hidden in the woods. I wasn’t sure I could go with the Bill idea cuz I thought it would be too much like Twin Peaks, but as we got further along the series we discussed it among the repairs and we were like, ‘none of our other villain ideas were as good.’ Bill, Bill was weirder than anything else we thought of. Um, I remember there were other ideas. Strange monsters and government officials; some kind of cthulhu– some weird crazy old man. But nothing was ever better than Bill, so it ended up sticking. Probably somewhere around, y'know, season one– midway through season one, we started thinking we might be– might be on point.

Q: Was Grunkle Stan ever aware of McGucket’s connection to his brother? 

 A: Oh, oh that’s such a good question. Wait, let me think about that for a second… Uh… lemme see… I don’t think so. I don’t think Stan was ever aware of McGucket’s connection to his brother. Because, by the time Stan traded identities with Ford, uh… McGucket had already gone off the deep end– Was already y'know, had already created the Society of the Blind Eye; had already lost his own memory. So Stan would’ve really only known McGucket as a local obnoxious fisherman. 

And McGucket, probably somewhere deep in the back of his mind, was eerily just drawn to Stan in a way he just couldn’t put his finger on, because he thought maybe he knew him, but– I don’t– I think Stan was ignorant of that. Um, I think Stan… I think Stan looking through the journals probably should’ve put two and two together, but Stan’s not the best at book-learnin’. Uh, so… my guess is Stan wouldn’t have known despite that uh, that there’s a lot of tumblr art out there showing them as like the Scooby-Doo gang. I don’t think Stan ever really knew McGucket before.

Q: What episode do you believe came out the strongest and the most well rounded overall? And is it the same as your personal favorite episode?

 A: Oh gosh. Um. That’s a great question. Hmm… I probably feel, personally, that the strongest episode is uh, “Not What He Seems” just because it’s such a dramatic episode. Like, we know– We’ve never had an episode that dramatic. But, when we first pitched it to Disney executives… they thought it was bad. [laughs] Um, Because it didn’t have a lot of jokes in it? Like, I remember normally when we’re pitching our episode, executives can usually gauge how good they are by how much people laugh. People didn’t really laugh for that one, because it’s really tense. So we thought, maybe we’d screwed up. But, when the animation came back we were like, 'Oh! It’s GOOD that it’s tense. Like, it worked!’ Um, So, I dunno if that’s my favorite episode, but I think– that’s the episode we should’ve won an Emmy for, and I’m still pissed we didn’t. [laughs]

In terms of favorite episode, like… I dunno. I think the first episode that I really felt that the show was really starting to feel the way I wanted it to– “Time Traveler’s Pig” in season one. Like, that was an episode where Dipper had an interesting story, and Mabel had an interesting story, and uh, felt nostalgic, and based around the summer, and had a big secret callback to even previous episodes, so– I just remember when we first just got that episode back in color, I was like, 'hey I think maybe I like how I’m making this cartoon show,’ so I think that has a particularly fond place in my heart, y'know.

Q: Is Disney bringing you to SDCC or NYCC later this year to promote the journal and other books coming out? 

 A: Right, um, yeah, Disney– Disney… Disney-general and me, have like– we’re divorced. Like, they kept the house, and the pets. Y'know what I mean? It’s… we don’t like get dinner or anything. But, the Disney Publishing department, separate from Disney Television, they’re really cool, and enthusiastic, and energized. And they wanna make new cool stuff. Um, so I think it’s possible I might be at D23 this year, and it’s possible I might be at Comic Con, but I don’t have anything confirmed yet.

Q: In the scene where Bill is trying to convince Ford to join him in the Fearamid, were there any other jokes or story beats that were considered? 

 A: Which episode specifically are you talking about? [Q: The We’ll Meet Again scene.] Yea yea yea, We had a– Every scene that you’ve ever seen in the show has a ton of ton of stuff we’ve thought of and had to cut for time or other reasons. Um, I remember there was definitely a version of that where Bill was a lot trickier. Like, he sort of more successfully lied to Ford about like: 'We’re actually going to make the world a better place. Though I present myself as this chaos lunatic that’s just my personality.' Like, 'here’s ways in which we’ll IMPROVE the universe.' 

Um, but it felt out of character. We thought it was much more like Bill to just draw smiley faces in oceans and eat the sun and just– hope, that the force of his charisma could convince Ford that that was a good idea. But uh, I feel like– I feel like Bill can be really really tricky when he wants to, but by the time Weirdmageddon showed up he’s so impatient, and he’s so convinced that he won, that he was no longer like, this brilliant chess master he used to be. He’s like, 'alright let’s do it! Do what I want or I’ll eat your face.’ Like, no more– No more, like– He wasn’t as smart a tactician as he used to be, y'know?

Q: Was “We’ll Meet Again” always the song you were going to use? 

A: Oh yeah, it had to be that. It was like… I think I’d just seen Dr. Strangelove recently around that time and it stuck in my head. It seems to me, if Bill has a taste in music, it would be, like, old timey music that ranges from either weird to obnoxious to obscure. 

Uh, Disney wanted me to cut it cuz it cost them a bunch of money to get the rights, even though it’s so old, it still cost them money to get the rights. And I just… said, please. Over and over and over again. I would send an e-mail that just said, 'please.’ And send another e-mail that said, 'please.’ And I would send another e-mail that said– Yeah. [laughs] Eventually I wore them down that they’re like, 'alright we’ll spend thousands of dollars.’ [laughs]

Q: Are real comics coming? 

 A: You want comics? Would you read Gravity Falls comics?
[Audience screams]
[Alex leans his ear forward]
[AUDIENCE SCREAMS]

A: It’s a terrifying noise isn’t it, Michael? I was at a… Gravity Falls gallery, and like, they didn’t tell us how many people would show up, and it was like, THAT noise echoing from every corner. And uh like, I think I lost a year of my life. My hair started going gray, and it was like, 'oh my god, this is too much love! It’s terrifying.' 

Comics. I would love to do Gravity Falls comics. Um, I have so many… One of the tough things about a half hour show like Gravity Falls is every now and then we think of an idea that we really liked, but it was too short for a half hour; 'oh that’s only five minutes of story’– Or it’s too specific and weird. And so I have tons and tons of ideas of the show that y'know we’d like to explore this character, we’d like to show this secret, this storyline. So, I’d love to do comics. But, that’s up to Disney Publishing, and I’m trying to convince them. So, hopefully, I’ll have something exciting to announce in not too long.

Q&A with Stan and Soos

Q: Is Dipper adorable or manly?  

Stan: Dipper smells like baby wipes. Even if I cut off all my shoulder hair, and taped it to him, he wouldn’t be 1/10th as manly I am.

Q: What would you do if Mabel told you she had a date to prom? 

Stan: I would… invite the gentleman over, have some coffee, tie him to a chair and interrogate him for 10 hours, and maybe throw him in the pit. [shrug] Hands off my neice, kid!

Q: What would happen if Soos met Giffany again? 

Soos: Oh yea, I recently downloaded this couple’s therapy sim? Uh, I think she and I would have to talk about our issues and pass around a conversation pillow, and really work out these struggles. Cuz she’s got some problems, dude.

Q: Soos, why are you so perfect? 

Soos: Yeah, uh, my grandma said that a whole bunch of doves flew down and formed the shape of a perfect angel over my crib. I dunno, dude I guess I was just born that way.

How To Get A Guy To Like You

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Summary:Sometimes, internet can be helpful with love problems.
Warnings: Swearing
Word Count: 2.441
A/N: Thank you so much for the notes on the imagine before this one, people! They make me so happy, and I hope you’ll like it too! Friendly reminder, I absolutely love feedback! :) 
Gif’s not mine!

Growing up as a hunter sure had its disadvantages. Aside from the constant danger, being overall socially awkward due to not having time to get to know people, and always having to be on alert, you also made your peace with having to accept you didn’t know everything, especially when it came to humans, but you knew that you had to look for help when you needed it.

“Sam, I need help.”

Sam’s head shot up and he put the book down, sitting up straight almost immediately, “Sure. Are you in trouble?”

You cleared your throat as you sat down across him, and his eyes searched yours,

“Is this about Lucifer?”

“No-“

“Angels?”

“No-“

“Is it-“

“How do I get a guy to like me?”

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I’m gonna deconstruct this scene because I’ve been thinking about it ALL DAY and what the hell, I’ve got time. This clip demonstrates what I love most about Taika Waititi’s filmmaking and it shows off Chris and Tom’s chemistry in the fiercest way. It’s hilarious, sweet, bittersweet, surprising, and poignant.

1) “Loki, I thought the world of you.” 

Even though there was an instinctive part of me that screamed, “OK, WELL, YOUR ACTIONS TOLD A DIFFERENT STORY, THOR” due to residual bitterness over what a dickbag Thor was in the first film, I’m 1,000% here for this line. I’m proud of how much Thor has matured, thrilled that these two are actually talking to each other, and happy that Loki’s hearing something he’s probably always wanted/needed to hear even though it’s bittersweet because Thor’s using the past tense.

Tom’s reaction here is SO GOOD. Just the tiniest shift in his eyebrows to indicate that Thor has Loki’s attention and he’s fucking locked in and hanging on to every word.

2) “I thought we were gonna fight side by side forever, but at the end of the day you’re you and I’m me.”

I know there was a minor (?) uproar over Chris’ comments that Thor will be “indifferent” to Loki in Ragnarok, but this scene seems to suggest a kind of acceptance rather than indifference. Maybe for the first time, Thor truly seems to have accepted that he and Loki are fundamentally different beings–and by extension, he’s accepting Loki’s nature. Yes, part of that acceptance means letting go and moving on (note: I did not say giving up) and that’s sad, but realistic I think. How many fakeout deaths and stabbings can a person be expected to withstand? “You’re you” is a significant break in pattern for Thor and Loki appears genuinely taken aback by it.

“You’re you” is a huge deal because to me, the brothers’ central conflict has always boiled down to the fact that Loki isn’t Thor (thanks, Odin, for exacerbating this tension). For Loki, that fact is a source of self-loathing and resentment, something that he can act out against and, as Tom has often said, define himself in opposition to.

By the same token I think it’s become clearer that what Loki thinks of Thor matters to Thor. For an older sibling, having a younger sibling who looks up to you and wants to be like you is perhaps one of the biggest indicators that you’re a good–dare I say worthy–person. Ever since Loki let go of Gungnir Thor has struggled to make sense of Loki’s rejection, to define himself without the security of having his brother by his side. With that in mind I’ve always seen Thor’s past attempts to bring Loki back to the “good” side as heartfelt and genuine, but also somewhat ego-driven and shortsighted because it came at the expense of Loki’s autonomy and self-identification.

Cut to now. By acknowledging that he and Loki are each their own person, Thor’s relieving Loki of the pressure and expectation to be anyone other than himself. In a way that’s a gift, but it’s also terribly sad because it’s accompanied by loss for both of them. Which brings me to:

3) “I dunno, maybe there’s still good in you but let’s be honest: our paths diverged a long time ago.”

It’s in this moment that Loki really seems to realize where this conversation is headed. And he doesn’t like it.

We know Loki lives to test Thor. It’s his (super dysfunctional and unhealthy) way of making sure Thor still cares about him. In The Dark World, Loki tests Thor’s assertions that he doesn’t trust him and has lost hope for him by … getting himself impaled. Yeah, “dying” was also his “get out of jail free, usurp the throne” card, but it’s not insignificant that he calls Thor’s bluff in the process. 

4) “Yeah. It’s probably for the best that we never see each other again.”

Speaking of calling Thor’s bluff, I think Loki–because he’s a smart little fucker–says this in order to get ahead of the conversation. He knows what’s coming, so he pulls the classic “I’ll reject you before you reject me” move. But I don’t think he means it. It’s more likely that he’s trying to balance the scales so he’s not on the utter losing side of this conversation. And honestly? Deep down I doubt he can bear to hear Thor say it and by proactively agreeing with him he’s holding out hope that Thor will pull a “JK!” and change his mind.

5) “That’s what you always wanted.”

OMG THOR HAS GOTTEN SO SMART. I mean, I guess it’s within the realm of possibility that Thor is still really dumb about Loki’s feelings/motivations, but personally it’s more fun and satisfying to think he sees Loki’s test and raises him an even bigger one.

Loki’s face is so sad-funny. His plan backfired, he’s panicking a little, but he’s got to save face and play it cool, and he’s also legit sad because he knows this outcome is the culmination of his past actions and he did his part in paving this road for both of them. And at the end of the day he’s still the younger brother who doesn’t want to appear weak, so he’s doing his best to match Thor’s tone and attitude.

The moment when Loki lifts his chin and gives a little nod is a dead giveaway; never seeing Thor again is the opposite of what he wants, but he’s prepared to accept that it’s too late for anything else. It’s SO far from an apology, but for Loki it’s about the most mature thing we’ve seen him do.

The fact that for once they’re not arguing with each other is what made me tear up. It’s like they both know they should’ve had this conversation years ago, when it could have made all the difference, but at the same time they know that moment has passed. THIS IS FUCKING TRAGIC.

(If I wrote this movie, this would be the moment where they both dissolve into tears, fall on the floor, and cry-hug it out, which is why I write poetry and not screenplays.)

6) “Hey, let’s do Get Help.”

This was the beginning of the death of me, I will never be the same. I laughed so hard. On the surface this whole exchange may seem like just a gag–and it IS funny as hell–but I feel like it’s working on so many levels and reveals something deeper about Thor and Loki’s bond.

First of all, if you’re me, everything that preceded this moment was really uncomfortable and sad and almost unbearable to witness so I don’t think it’s a stretch to assume that Thor and Loki were feeling some of that too.

What I love about this transition is that Thor immediately cuts through the tension, probably to put both of them at ease and bring them back into the more familiar territory of their rapid-fire banter. Loki seems a bit surprised but relieved.

IMO, this brief exchange of dialogue does more to convey Loki and Thor’s bond and establish their history than anything we’ve been shown in the previous films (not counting that deleted scene from the first movie). I thought it was really poignant to see them revert to/rely upon something from their distant past. You can tell this is an argument they’ve had a zillion times before. You can tell from the stunt itself that it’s something they’ve had many opportunities to perfect. 

Even though Loki is reluctant to participate, he does, because he still craves inclusion and acceptance. Even though Thor is no longer quite as overbearing and arrogant as he once was, he regresses into that role so that he can get his younger brother back for just a moment. It’s like they’re consoling themselves without admitting that they want to be consoled. And yeah, on a practical note they also need to find a way off of Sakaar.

In conclusion, they’ve both just conceded that their relationship has reached an impasse with no real way forward, yet in the immediate aftermath of this supposed acceptance they choose to revert to an older dynamic that reflects presumably happier times. They don’t want to quit each other. This is fine. It’s fine. I’m not crying. I love them. The end.

I’m deep in my feels right now and probably projecting a lot (HI, HELLO, I HAVE A TROUBLED YOUNGER BROTHER, I’VE NEVER USED HIM AS A PROJECTILE BUT I UNDERSTAND THE IMPULSE), but even without having seen this scene in the full context of the film, it’s my favorite Thor/Loki moment to date. It’s what I’ve always wanted. It actually brings “We were raised together, we played together, we fought together” to life in a meaningful way, whereas in The Avengers I felt like those were just words.

If you made it this far, thanks for reading!

You love me, right?

A/N: Maybe not exactly what you had in mind, but I hope you enjoy. 

“Don’t touch me!” you giggled. But Harry didn’t listen as he continued to reach for you, narrowly avoiding the bicycle kicks you were sending his way.


“Oh, come off it, m’hands aren’t that cold,” he said with an eye roll as he finally got you to settle beneath him. His hands rested on your sides, and while your flesh was protected from his chilly fingers by the thick fabric of your sweater, you could feel the coldness hovering above.


“They are freezing, Harry.” You looked around best you could with Harry keeping you still, trying to find some way to escape. But you were trapped in the middle of the bed like a raft out to sea with no sight of shore.


“Fine, fine. Won’t touch you.” His shoulders slumped in dejection, bottom lip protruding pathetically. You looked for signs of movement; you’d been in this relationship long enough to know Harry never gave up without a fight. “But yeh know, love, cold hands mean ‘ve got a warm heart.”


Your eyebrows raised, mouth in a hard line. “That is the biggest load—”


The words hardly left your mouth before Harry’s hands infiltrated your warm sweater. He roamed the expanse of your warm body, squeezing and tickling all the spots that made you squeal. Maybe it wasn’t his cold hands, but the sound of your laugh echoing throughout his bedroom did make Harry swell with warmth.


“Harry…Harry, please,” you pleaded through heavy breaths, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes. “My tummy hurts…think you’ve given me a cramp.”

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you leave me restless (and breathless) (m)

🎃 word count: 11k

🎃 genre: smut + fluff ; non-idol au

🎃 pairing: reader/seokjin

🎃 warning(s)/kink(s): dom! jin, humiliation, degradation, dom/sub, jealousy, unprotected sex, rough sex, spanking, biting, hickies, marking, tying up, oral sex, aftercare

🎃 summary: seokjin was a pretty good best friend, that is until he starts sabotaging every date and chance you have with another guy. though you only find out when he really royally fucks things up for you and everything after that is history.

🎃 requested by: anon #1 - “Hmm ok, maybe for Jin’s kinktober-He’s your bff who keeps sabotaging every date you go on bc he’s jealous af and in love with you, and one day he just snaps and gets real dominant and dirty with you?”  + anon #2 - “Could I get some smut with Jin please 🙈” 

🎃 music: can’t even - the neighborhood + beg for it - chris brown

🎃 author’s note: clearly this got away from me bc i love kim seokjin and this au was fun af to write so thanks to that rad anon for the really great prompt! coughiwannawritemorepizzaboy!jincough

🎃 masterlist + kinktober 2017

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The Stilinskis’

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Stilinski!Reader x Stiles Stilinski



The first time Lydia Martin turned on your doorstep you stared at her like she’d grown a second head. Of all the people to come looking for you brother she was the last that came to mind. Hell Derek Hale had climbed into your room, mistaking it for Stiles’ room. The most awkward high school reunion ever.

“Hi (Y/N).” Lydia called as she let herself in. “I have dinner.” She smiled and tossed you the carrier bag of food which you caught and unloaded into the fridge.

“He started another list it’s upstairs and he’s started a document but I’m not sure what he’s researching.” You called as she jogged straight up to his room.

You closed the fridge and jumped, tossing a bottle of milk at Derek who looked at the bottle he’d caught. “What have I told you about sneaking into the house!”

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Camp food

“Nichole, that’s not how a lady sits” the girl’s mother didn’t even look up from her book. It was as if she could simply feel the bad posture.

Nikki tried her best not to groan and sat straight up.

“Feet flat on the floor.”

She shifted her position so that she was no longer sitting on her feet, and they dangled just above the floor.

“Feet flat ON the floor. If they dangle, you’ll just kick your feet like you always do.”

Nikki scooted a bit forward so that her feet could reach the ground. It was taking everything in her power to not just inhale her meal and run off to go play.

But now there was a new problem, her right leg was shaking.

This wasn’t a new problem for Nikki, she used to claim it meant it was happy, but her mom told her that it was disruptive and needed to stop. She made a conscious effort to try and will her leg to stop, but it kept shaking as if dancing to a song no one else could hear.

Her mother simply looked up. That slight, almost unnoticeable motion was enough to make Nikki freeze in place.

“This is a dinner table, not a jungle gym. You can play when you’re finished Nichole.”

“I’m sorry mom…”

“If you’re sorry then fix it.” Nikki nodded and stepped on her right foot with her left. Her feet weren’t flat on the ground, but at least her leg wasn’t shaking.

She hadn’t even touched her food.

It wasn’t that her mom wasn’t a good cook, she was great, but every dinner was an exercise in remembering how to eat. It took years just to get which utensils go on which side of the plate. Nikki didn’t see the point, nor did she understand why you even needed more than one fork. They’re all forks, and she has two perfectly good hands anyway, no utensils needed.

She’d never actually try that though, at least not with her mom right there.

“Nichole, stop picking.” She froze again, she didn’t even realize she had been picking. Looking down, one of the scabs on her arm was bleeding. It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence, Nikki was always playing with or picking at things, be it loose thread, one of her many bandaids, or the wounds they cover. It got especially bad when she was nervous.

“Hey mom? I’m not really super hungry.”

“Put plastic wrap on it and put it in the fridge, we’ll try again later.” This always happened. She was beginning to forget what warm food tasted like. At least not warm food that hadn’t been microwaved only to go back in the fridge without having a bite taken out of it.

–***–

“Camp?” Nikki looked up from the sand box. She wanted to dig for pirate treasure other places but she didn’t get yelled out when she dug here.

“Yes, I was thinking of sending you to a summer camp,” the woman smiled slightly seeing her daughter’s excitement.

“Like outside? In nature?”

“Absolutely. I think it’ll be just what you need.”

“Will it have fun games and adventures?! Can I wrestle bears and befriend wolves and make new friends?”

“You can do… some of those things, yes.”

“Thank-you thank-you THANK-YOU” Nikki jumped up and hugged her mom’s leg. “What’s it’s name? Where’s it at?”

“The sleepy pines. They’re called the flower scouts.”

–**–

The first week hazing had been bad, but Nikki took it in stride, initiations were always like this on TV. She was tough though and while these girls were… well girly, Nikki wanted to be their friends more than anything. This was her chance to go to camp and make friends and go on adventures with them. She didn’t want to blow this.

The second week was worse, they stopped being friendly all-together. They started calling her things like “weirdo”, “freak”, “disgusting”, they made it a game to get up and move when she’d try to sit with them. What’s worse, they’d give the same treatment to everyone who tried to be nice to her. It wasn’t long before the whole camp avoided her like a plague. She started to feel like that’s what she actually was.

Why wasn’t she normal? If she was, then her mom wouldn’t be so disappointed in her. If she was, these girls would want to be friend. If she was, then she wouldn’t feel so lonely.

The final straw was something simple. She was sitting alone for dinner, like she always did. She didn’t have to worry about eating a certain way, it’s not like using forty forks like her mom told her would suddenly make everyone give her another chance. The food was delicious too, these camp chefs were apparently hired from France. Still, it felt so lonely.

“Ew, she’s peeling her scabs!” Nikki was brought back from her daydreams by the entire mess hall pointing and staring. Some of them even took out phones to take pictures.

“She’s such a fucking freak!”

“Do you think she eats them?”

“Probably, it’s like she’s not even human.”

“She’s probably not, she’s an ugly rat.”

“Eww, what if she has bugs?”

Nikki felt like a trapped animal, which is exactly what they thought she was. She backed a couple paces away from the table before running out of the cafeteria, tears forming in her eyes.

It didn’t take her long to flag down a counselor and ask to use a phone.

“Hello? Residence of doctor-”

“Mom?”

“Nichole? Are you calling from camp?”

“I…” she sniffed, “I wanna go home! I don’t like the flower scouts! They don’t do adventures or even go into the woods! A-and they’re mean and I don’t wanna be a flower scout, I wanna be a Nikki.”

There was a long sigh on the other side, “Are you sure you can’t stick out for a couple months?”

“N-none of them like me, they think I’m we-e-e-eird.” She sobbed, and wiped her nose with her sleeve.

“Sweetie, this wouldn’t happen if you just acted like a lady” Then the realization hit Nikki, she sent her there to try and change her, she wanted her daughter to act like these mean kids.

She took a deep breath and tried to compose herself. “I wanna go home.”

“…are you sure?”

“Mmhm.” She sniffed

“Alright, I’ll be there tomorrow.”

“…okay. I love you.” She was answered with a repeated beeping, indicating her mom had hung up.

–**–

The mess hall was… well a mess. Max had convinced Space kid that the astronauts ate toothpaste and now there’s mint scented vomit all over that table. Nerris, having witnessed that, failed her constitution saving throw and lost her lunch as well. Then David, walking in without a care in the world, slipped on it and ate shit.

Max was basking in the situation he created, trying to get a handle on his hysterical laughter. Neil completely lost his appetite and pushed his tray away. Nikki hadn’t really noticed any of it, she was just scarfing down her food, completely spaced out.

Max snapped in front of her, “Nik, are you even seeing this?”

“Huh what? That’s a lotta barf.”

“Not the barf, well yeah the barf, but I meant David. He nearly fucking faceplanted in it!” Max laughed even harder when he noticed how much Neil was gagging. Nikki smiled more.

“Sorry I was out of it,” she said. “I was eating.”

“How can you eat this shit anyway? It’s not even real food.” He’s right, it couldn’t compare to home cooked meal, and especially not something made by professional chefs. But sitting here in perched frog on Lilly pad position, with her right leg shaking away, between her two best friends who, while flawed, love her for who she is and not despite it… she couldn’t ask for a better dinner.

“I dunno, it’s just good.”

“Whatever Nikki.” That’s right, she wasn’t Nichole, she wasn’t a flower scout. She was Nikki, and she was where she belonged.

I Though I Was Coming With a Flu [edited]

Characters/Pairing: Dean x Fem!Reader, Sam, Dr. Blaze (OC)

word count: 2k

Warnings: Bit of angst, fluff, lots of it, unexpected pregnancy!!!

A/N: This is and old story among the firsts pices of SPN fanfiction I ever wrote and posted on Tumblr. Since my brain haven’t been helpful with me and the new stories I have in mind I decided to edit this one. I was about to change the ending a bit, but fuck it. I like it, even if it is dull… Oh, and I’m tagging people.

Anyways this is prompt: ‘The reader was told she was infertile by her doctor a long time ago. She finds out he was wrong when she realizes she’s pregnant… with Dean’s baby.    From “60+ Dean x Pregnant!reader Prompts” that I don’t remember who it was from because I deleted the original post, so sorry!! 


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I Thought I Was Coming With a Flu

The cold water felt wonderful against your hot, flushed face, soothing the feverish sensation. You delicately patted the droplets off of your sensitive skin with a soft fluffy towel. Observing in detail your reflection in the mirror, you didn’t recognize the person looking back at you anymore.

Dark circles around your eyes,cheeks shrunk to half it’s normal size- displaying the cheekbones through thin, pale skin - It’s been, what two, three weeks since you started to feel sick… you didn’t keep count anymore. Your neck looked longer and thinner, not to mention that you’d lost at least 20 lb and all of your jeans were baggy now, even your sweats started to slide down your hip.

You carded your fingers through your dirty hair, moving  it to the side and contemplated your languid face once more before rinsing your mouth with the last of mouthwash; what was the point on brushing your teeth if you were going to throw up again in like 20 minutes?

You made your way down the hall to the kitchen, stopping once or twice to catch your breath; you couldn’t be off bed for more than a few minutes without feeling like you were going to faint. You finally reached your destination and laid against the doorframe, to regain your composure and were immediately greeted by the worried looks of the Winchester brothers.

“Morning to you too,” you said in a sarcastic tone.

“Hi,” they said in the unison.

“Umm… Hun, you know it’s 5 in the afternoon, right?” Dean was getting up so you could seat on his place, even though there were a lot of empty chairs.

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" if David Bowie hasn't slept with Styles yet, then he doesn't resemble Jagger.” VERY LONG THREAD of parallels

Alright if you want it so badly… You really wanna go there…

You really want me to give you the dirt…

NOT SAYING THEY ARE SPOT ON DOPPELGANGERS 

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Any Rolling Stones fans, please don’t take this the wrong way, i will not say one is better than the other. This is just for us to celebrate their similarities. And as the song goes “ Mick Jagger could be Harry’s dad. Vas Happenin’ mum? Vas Happenin’ Mick? “

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Them laughing together sure is something.

Awe cuddling and relaxing. Nice!

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Enjoy this nothing-but-fluff imagine for ot4! Love each and every one of these little shorts with all my heart. Hope you do too xx

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Harry:

“Oof!” you gasped as Harry tackled you in an embrace and pressed you tightly against him. “Well it’s nice to see you too,” you squeaked. If it was possible, his strong arms tightened their grip in response and you tried to laugh without much success. In fact you couldn’t even breath successfully. But you didn’t care. You were just thankful to be in his arms after many months apart.

“I missed you,” Harry finally muttered into your hair. You hummed and took a deep breath, inhaling his scent. Oh, God, how you missed that intoxicating smell.

“I had the craziest-” you started to pull away and move on with the night but he held on tight.

“Shh, just stay here for a minute,” he whispered. Smiling lazily, you curled your arms back around his torso.

A minute passed. A blissful, heavenly moment. But then you decided you really liked to breathe and if you didn’t, you might die in his arms - which sounds nice and romantic until you actually experience it.

“Okay,” you tugged away and he let you. A charming grin was plastered on his face and you giggled. Boy, you missed those dimples. You leaned forward to place a quick peck on his lips. He hummed as you did.

“Why do you always pull away?” he whined and you laughed.

“Come,” you held out your hand and he took it gently. You led him to the couch, swinging him around so he laid down first. You wiggled in front of him and felt his arm wrap around your waist. He sighed happily.

It had been a long, long day for the both of you. You practically couldn’t sleep the night before knowing your boyfriend got back from tour the next day so you were knackered. Not to mention he just got back from tour and was in no mood to do anything other than sleep.

Snuggling closer to him, you began to settle into sleep. “…babe?” Harry mumbled softly, drawing you awake.

“Hmm?”

“My arm is currently very dead.” He muttered.

You laughed sleepily, rolling slightly so he could retrieve his arm. He rested it above your head and started twirling strands of your hair between his ringed fingers. “Better?” you mumbled.

“Much,” he replied groggily, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your head. Smiling, you both drifted to sleep once again.

Louis:

You could feel the music pump through your chest and vibrate the floor. My God, the neighbors are going to be pissed. But who the hell cared when you were dancing wildly, and very drunkenly, with your best friends?

Louis was shouting some crazy story into your ear and you wondered if you’d be deaf in the morning. But then again, who the hell cared?

Louis pulled away slightly from your ear and grinned at you while you laughed. Your faces were wonderfully close and you could smell his beer from where you stood. You could just kiss those lovely, lovely lips. But those lovely, lovely lips weren’t yours to kiss. At least, not yet. Your eyes moved from his mouth to his eyes and it was oh so clear he noticed.

He smirked and you saw his hand creeping toward your waist. Just then, the next song started and both of your eyes lit up. Louis’ hand was retrieved and instead shot into the air in drunken excitement. “No way!” you yelped as your favorite song pulsated through the speaker. The moment long forgotten, the two of you joined the thrasing dancers around you.

The party was insane. There were people in your house you had never even met before. To be fair, who wouldn’t try to get into a party with Louis Tomlinson?

The food had been eaten up a long time ago. You were pretty sure a group of five friends went to walk to the store nearby to buy some more chips, but you soon found out they lost their way and ended up getting an uber home. They were the first to leave. After that, people began to filter out. The sun was beginning to rise and the alcohol was gone.

Some stayed, mainly because they were passed out and sleeping. Even in your drunken state, you managed to keep an eye on them.

By dawn, it was clear the party was over. Louis had an arm wrapped around you waist and you swayed sleepily to the last song. You unneccessarily tapped him with the drink in your hand. “I’m tired,” you slurred.

He observed you for much too long before deciding, “Let’s sleep.”

You nodded and you both stumbled over to the couch, arm in arm. Boundaries meant nothing when you two were drunk so he pulled you onto the couch with him. Face to face, you grinned at him.

“What’s that smile for?” he chuckled.

“Dunno,” you shrugged, your hands balled together at your chest. “I just really like you.” He took your hands into his and laughed lightly.

“I really like you too,” he replied and you hummed sleepily.

“Like, ‘like like’?” you wondered.

He laughed, and then a look of horror crossed his face when he hiccuped. “I almost threw up,” he murmured, the conversation forgotten. You burst out in laughter, recoiling slightly. But his grip on your hands refused to let you go.

“Don’t throw up on me!” you giggled. The laughter between you two died out as a harsh wave of exhaustion washed over you. The disgust slowly dribbled out of you when sleep started to overtake your mind and you relaxed, scooting forward against him. You buried your nose into the crook of his neck and hummed happily.

And like that, you both fell asleep with hands tangled and foreheads pressed together. When you were to awake in the morning, you both couldn’t deny the desire to wake up in that position every morning.

Niall:

You dawdled into the living room, your silly cooking hat on to cheer your boyfriend up after a long day. “Hey, Ni,” you whispered softly as you stood over him on the couch. His fingers pressed to his temples, he reluctantly looked at you. “Made us dinner.”

“Not hungry.” he growled. You frowned. The chef hat usually made him smile and get up to give you a welcome kiss.

“But I… worked really hard on this new recipe. I think you’ll love it. It has parmesean in it–” you continued excitedly.

“Look, Y/N,” he interrupted. “I don’t want to eat your 'new recipe’ right now.” he huffed, returning to massaging his temples.

Your heart sunk. Ouch. “Oh.” you whispered. You were sure he didn’t mean it that way, but you couldn’t help but take it the way you did. “I’ll just, uh, eat it myself then.” You voice cracked. You scolded yourself for letting tears creep up on you. But you hadn’t had the best day either, and now the thing you had been most looking forward to had just let you down.

You swallowed hard and turned away harshly, briskly walking back to the kitchen. You stood against the counter, your arms propping you up as you looked over the steaming dish. You suddenly felt quite full. You ripped off the stupid hat and shoved the dish away from you, storming past the living room once again, the tears flowing freely now. Niall paused as you went by, his expression softening.

“Y/N,” he was off the couch in an instant. You stopped at the base of the stairs and reluctantly turned toward him. “Baby, what’s wrong?” he frowned as he advanced toward you.

“I’m just,” your voice caught and a little sob broke loose. “I’m just not having the best day,” was all you could manage to squeak out before you gave into crying.

“Oh, Babe,” he cooed and tugged you into a hug. You let him, slowly wrapping your arms around him. You cried onto his shoulder while he played with the ends of your hair. “I’m sorry I rejected your dinner. I just want to go to bed. It’s been a long day.”

“I understand,” you whispered, gulping down some of the sadness. “Can we just go to bed?”

“Absolutely,” he murmured, pulling away and taking your hand into his. He smiled meaningfully at you before drawing you up the stairs and into the bedroom.

The tears had drained everything out of you and without words, you sat down on the edge of the bed. Niall leaned down and took off your shoes. He stood up, kissed your cheek, and helped you under the covers before toeing off his boots and slipping under the covers after you.

He nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck and hummed softly.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled.

“You already said that,” you whispered back.

“I know. I’m still sorry.”

“And I still accept your apology,” you chuckled. He kissed your neck lightly and you finally closed your eyes.

You were beginning to fall asleep when you heard his stomach growl. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes again. Almost seconds later, his stomach growled again.

“I’m hungry.” he whispered, earning a laugh from you.

“I’m not moving,” you declared.

“Y/N…” he whined. “Didn’t you make me dinner?”

“Niall we just got comfy!”

“Pleaseee?”

“Ugh! You’ll be the death of me.” You wiggled out of his grasp and he laughed with delight, launching up and trailing you to the kitchen.

Liam:

Every minute or so, your eyes would flicker over to the back door. When will he get here? you thought to yourself. Amidst a small group of strangers, you felt like an outcast. They were all famous, and frankly intimidating. But you agreed to meet Liam in the backyard of the artist he was about to collab with - which meant you both barely knew who’s house you were going to.

You had just gotten off of work and beelined over to the huge house just to arrive before Liam. So there you were - anxiously awaiting your best friend and surrounded by talented artists who only brought awkward small talk.

“Looking for Liam?” a voice sounded beside you and you jumped, turning toward the girl.

“Um, yeah,” you admitted shyly. She smiled.

“My name’s Alicia,” she held out her hand.

“Y/N,” you replied, shaking her hand delicately.

“So you and Liam are dating?” she wondered, casually taking a sip from her drink. Your heart leapt into your throat.

“Oh, uh, no, we’re just friends,” you rushed. Her smile grew.

“I see, I see,” she nodded and you settled down. “So you two are that best-friends-who-actually-want-to-be-something-more cliche?”

You almost choked. “Well, no, I-”

“You swear you don’t like him?” she offered sarcastically. You slouched, pulling your cup to your lips in attempt to hide your embarrassment. She laughed and leaned back into her chair. “I’ve been there. And I never did anything about it. He’s married now. Worst decision of my life.”

“Oh no, I’m so sorry.”

“Me too… sorry for him. She’s a total bitch.”

You sat forward, grinning. “So you’re that my-soulmate-married-a-bitch-instead-of-me cliche?”

She laughed. “Precisely. Let’s hope it doesn’t turn into a I-turned-into-my-soulmate’s-sidehoe-because-he-can’t-make-up-his-goddamn-mind cliche.”

“I’ll drink to that,” you held up your cup and she clanked it with her own. You sipped your drink empty and grimaced. “Want some more?” you wondered to Alicia, gesturing to your own empty cup.

“Nah, thanks. You go ahead.” Shrugging, you got up and sauntered over to the bar. As you filled your cup, you heard the back door slide open. Almost dropping your drink in relief, you turned to find Liam make his way into the backyard. Squealing quietly to yourself, you topped off your drink quickly.

When you made your way over, Liam was sat in your seat. “Uh uh Pretty Boy, that’s my seat,” you warned, and as you did he held up his hand and knowingly, you handed him the drink.

“Finders keepers,” he declared, taking a quick sip from the cup and offering it back up to you. You refused and crossed your arms.

“I’ll trade you the drink for the spot,” you pressed.

“Finders keepers!” he replied more loudly. You laughed and took his hand, trying to tug him off. Instead, he pulled you forward with more force and you fell into his lap.

“Not fair, you get the drink, the spot, and the cuddles?”

“It’s a win-win for both of us,” he decided, offering the cup to you again. You smiled and took a sip. You looked just like a normal couple, and you basically were, minus the kissing. What’s the harm of just adding in a little kissing every now and then? you seemed to wonder more often than not.

Relaxing against Liam, you watched him intently. He turned toward you, feeling the weight of your gaze. His nose almost touched yours and you wondered what would happen if you just closed the distance a little.

“Sorry I was late,” he said, his breath stretching across your lips. You hummed, much too distracted to pay attention to any conversation at the moment. He noticed and his eyes, too, flickered to your lips.

“Oh just kiss already!” Alicia bellowed and the small group gathered around the fire laughed. You melted into embarrassment. “Sorry, didn’t mean to ruin the moment. Continue. Everyone look away!”

“Oh, stop,” you chirped timidly, making the group chuckle again.

The rest of the night passed and with Liam and your new friend by your side, you could relax. Leaning your head against Liam’s shoulder, you decided you didn’t want to be anywhere else but here with him.

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I’ve been writing so much on tumblr lately and I’m LOVING it! But that means I’ve been neglecting my story on Wattpad (my user is @yoootommo aye get that self-promo) for a week and I’M SORRY! Anyway, here you are. Enjoy. I love you so very very much.

Au revoir! Je t'aime! Je vous remercie! I don’t speak French who am I kidding. Haha, have a lovely day/night wherever you are, Lovelies! xx

The stunt

‘Thank heavens January is coming’ grumbled Liam, looking at a fresh pile of bills that morning. ‘The gym has been absolutely dead these last three months. I just don’t understand it. The Fall promotions just didn’t draw people in like they did last year.’

‘Don’t worry honey’ smiled Danny. ‘People always overeat and feel guilty in January; they’ll soon come flooding back in and boost your numbers.’

‘I hope so,’ sighed Liam. ‘Otherwise, I think we’re finished by Easter’.

Danny and Liam both owned and managed two gyms in the city. They had met two years ago at a fitness convention in Texas and soon formed a romantic relationship, earning themselves the reputation of being the hottest gay couple in the area. Liam was the slightly taller, more muscular guy with big arms, large thighs, pulled together by a firm, flat stomach. He had thick dark hair and just the right amount of stubble. Danny was a slightly shorter, blonde pretty boy with a toned and fit frame that looked great in absolutely anything. Both boys could turn heads and often did. Danny had the pretty boy face and fit body, but Liam had the muscular physique and alpha male look most of the straight guys were after.

‘What you need is some sort of gimmick’ pondered Danny, thinking about Liam’s gym. ‘What can you do that other gyms aren’t doing?’ Unlike Liam, Danny’s gym was close to student halls and so he only had to worry about drawing people in during the summer when the halls emptied.

‘I dunno, I hate that sort of stuff’ said Liam, rolling his eyes.

‘Alright. Just see how your numbers are in January and then we can come back and think about it’ reasoned Danny.

Danny was concerned for Liam. He loved his gym so much and knew he wouldn’t cope well losing a business he had spent 10 years building. And so, Christmas came and went, heralding the arrival of the regretful over-indulgers; or so they both hoped.

‘Oh my! You would not believe how fat one of the guys at my gym got over the holidays!’ laughed Danny. ‘He has this whole new roll of fat around his stomach…’ he had to pause, laughing too hard ‘…and he didn’t even know it was just sitting there, sticking out of his t shirt as he sat at the side during the class today.’

‘You’re mean! I don’t know why you find it so hilarious when someone puts on weight’ teased Liam.

‘Me neither’ chuckled Danny. ‘I just find it hilarious!’ He took a deep breath to calm down and then looked more seriously at Liam. ‘Well, go on then. How are the January numbers?’

‘Not good. We only had 60% of the subscribers we gained at the same time last year.’

‘It’s not terrible’ reasoned Danny, trying to sound positive.

‘It’s not great. I need to do something, and fast!’

‘You need a gimmick, some sort of stunt to get people talking about your gym’ said Danny, sounding more enthusiastic and energetic. ‘Come on!’ he shouted as he saw the look on Liam’s face. ‘We just need to find something to get people coming in to the gym. We’ll get looking online and see what other gyms are doing’

Three hours later and the boys had systematically discounted a huge range of promotions other gyms had tried. Just then, Danny stumbled on to something that he thought might work.

‘Maybe the stunt doesn’t have to be about the gym. Maybe it could be about you, the owner.’

‘Go on’ said Liam, sounding more interested.

‘Look here. There’s this trainer in Kansas. He wanted to understand how his overweight clients felt when they embarked on a weight loss journey. So, he purposefully gained 100lbs of fat so that he could lose it again.’ Danny showed Liam the pictures.

‘Fuck, you think I should do that?’ shouted Liam, looking concerned as he saw the trainer’s before and after pictures.

‘Why not? He did lose it all. Look at him now’ said Danny, showing Liam the picture of the trainer after he lost all the extra fat. ‘He looks even better than he did before and I bet his numbers have skyrocketed at his gym. It’s perfect. Your client base is mostly men looking to bulk up or lose weight, they’d definitely be interested in seeing this.’

‘I dunno, this guy wasn’t as muscular as I am. I already weigh 200lbs. I mean, what would I even have to do?’ said Liam, nervously.

‘Well, this guy quit exercising for 9 months, and just let his appetite do the rest. It says here he just ate what he wanted, when he wanted. You could do the same; 9 months, no exercise and eat whatever you like.’

‘Ha, I like the idea of eating whatever I want…’ said Liam, sounding slightly more cheery.

Within a week, the boys had drawn up all of the promotional material and set about preparing for Liam’s big stunt. January 31st would be the last day Liam would do any exercise because, come February, he was going to start to learn what it meant to be a lazy boy.

February began and Liam found himself getting bored at home, missing his gym sessions. Monday was arms and shoulders day, but here he was sat at home watching TV. It was mind-numbingly dull and he found himself eating a load of snacks out of the cupboard out of pure boredom. By the time Danny arrived home he had fallen asleep on the sofa, surrounded by his leftovers.

‘Liam!’ whispered Danny as he shook Liam awake. ‘I’m home’.

‘Hey babe!’ smiled Liam as Danny bent down to kiss him. Danny looked so cute, in his gym gear as he stood over Liam; his pert little ass calling out to Danny. As Danny pulled away from the kiss, Liam grabbed his shorts and pulled him down on top of him. Not going to the gym certainly gave Liam more energy for other activities. Liam just had to take him upstairs straight away, rip off his shorts and smash his tight little ass.

Tuesday was pretty much the same; followed by the rest of the week. Liam snacked, slobbed out in front of the TV and then anxiously awaited Danny’s return so that he could fuck him. By the end of the first month, Liam started to realise that it actually wasn’t too bad a lifestyle.

‘So, it’s not been too bad’ said Liam as he made his video blog for the gym website. ‘I’ve eaten loads and you can sort of see my stomach is starting to look a little swollen. I’ve lost a little definition in my arms, but other than that, there’s not much change. Let’s step on the scales and see shall we?’ Liam moved the camera so that he could have a full body shot as he weighed in. ‘Last month I weighed 200lbs. This month I weigh…’ he waited for the numbers to settle. ‘202lbs’. He paused, trying to muster up some enthusiasm to carry on the video. ‘Well, 2 lbs isn’t too bad I guess. I suppose most of that will be because I lost a bit of muscle mass. Um, well, that’s it I guess. Catch you all next month!’

Danny watched the video back with him that evening. The video had attracted two viewers on the website so far.

‘It’s boring isn’t it?’ said Liam, throwing his hands up into the air.

‘Well…’ cringed Danny, trying to find something positive to say. ‘It could be better. But not many people are going to tune in to see you gain 2lbs a month. I think we’re just going to have to get you eating a lot more calories ready for the next vlog.’

Liam set about eating more over the next week. Danny would arrive home with something tasty each night and ensured that Liam ate it before bed that night. During their time off, Liam was introduced to a wealth of tasty food outlets, totalling up the calories each day.

By the time the next vlog was made, Liam had gained a further 8lbs and looked visibly softer all over, but it was still a slow trickle of views on the website. Liam had never eaten so much in his life. He had bulked many times in the past but he could not believe how hard it was to gain fat. He had to force himself to overeat every day and still the gains were nothing like he was anticipating. He had no idea how that trainer from Kansas had done it.

Something changed by the end of month 3 and Liam suddenly found his body was becoming used to the excess food. He found himself feeling hungrier than ever and happily overate his calorie targets each day. It wasn’t long after that that the results started to show more clearly. Liam had worked hard to build up a large muscular ass, but 3 months of no exercise and overdosing on calories had left it looking softer and wider. It still had the large spherical appearance, but the moment Liam started to walk, the new bounce was incredibly obvious to both him and Danny. Liam’s gut had blossomed. Despite the ‘overfed jock’ look he had going on with his small pot belly, Liam was surprised by how soft it was as he took a roll of fat into his hand and jiggled it. His pecs softened as well and he poked his nipples, surprised at how far in his finger squished into the softness.

‘Stop laughing!’ moaned Liam as he walked along the sidewalk with Danny.

‘I’m sorry, I can’t help it. That t shirt is just so damn tight on you. You look ridiculous!’ laughed Danny.

‘Yeah, well, I’m going to get some new stuff, so quit your giggling.’

Liam needed new clothes for pretty much everything. Even his underwear were digging in to his fleshy hips. He found he went from needing a 32” waist to a 36” but ended up buying 38s to ensure he didn’t have to worry about buying anything new for a while. The 38s should last him until the end of this stunt for the gym.

In month three, Liam had added a further 10lbs to his body, which was surpassed by an amazing 15lbs gain in month four.

‘Well, I’m wearing the same clothes I wore in my first video. As you can see, they’re really tight and uncomfortable.’ He weighed in, shocked at himself for the big gains, but pleased the hard work is paying off. ‘Wow, that means I’ve gained 35lbs since February 1st! I’m quite pleased with that’ he said, rubbing his stomach. ‘I have to admit, I do quite like not having to exercise. Also, eating what I want is pretty sweet as well! Anyway, I’ll catch you all in another month. See ya guys!’

Liam’s website was getting a lot more hits after month 4 and he enjoyed checking in each day to see the website’s counter going up and up. So far, so good. He had fans! Liam sat back as the numbers in the gym started to trickle upwards. He suddenly found he had more new subscribers than ever for the summer.

By month five, he had a small collection of emails asking when the next update would be. He couldn’t help but cheat and check the scales each week to see that he was making maximum progress. He squeezed himself into his original outfit and started recording: ‘Hey guys! I’m still loving the lazy lifestyle, but I can’t wait to get back to the gym! I’m blowing up fast! Look at this gut on me. I’ve just been eating and eating like crazy. Anyway, I know you’re all looking forward to seeing how much I’ve gained.’ He repositioned the camera and stood on the scale. ‘Another 15lbs! Wow, that means I’ve gained 50lbs in 5 months!’ He found himself rubbing his gut again. ‘Damn, I can really see how easy it is to gain weight now and I hope you’re all going to be with me when I get back in the gym to lose all this. We’ve got out summer promotion on, so there’s never been a better time to sign up. Come in and see us at any time! Catch you soon guys!’

After the vlog, Liam took a hard look at himself in the mirror. There was no getting away from it now. He was fat bellied. It launched out in front of him and was now bulging out to the sides as well. Turning on his side, he could see just how thick he had grown, with his ass rounding out behind him, his crack already on show in his XL underpants. ‘Fuck!’ he marvelled as he gazed at the size of himself.

Things changed not long after that when Liam and Danny were attending a fitness convention together in San Francisco. It was the same old crowd who did the rounds at these sorts of events. Gary, Henry and Frank all owned similar gyms in Chicago and tended to hang around with Danny and Liam at each conference. They were all big, alpha muscle men who strutted about the place like they owned it. Liam smiled warmly as he saw the trio heading down the corridor to the first day’s event.

‘What the fuck happened to you?’ bellowed Gary. ‘What’s this fat belly doing on you?’ he laughed, elbowing the other guys who were laughing beside him.

‘Oh, it’s a stupid stunt I’m doing for the gym…’ started Liam.

‘What, are you eating all your clients?’ laughed Henry. ‘I can’t believe you’re letting him get away with this’ he said, nodding at Danny who stood with them. ‘I wouldn’t put up with my partner turning into a fatty like this’ he stated, reaching out to pat Liam’s pot belly. ‘Fuck, feel how soft it is guys!’

‘Fucking hell!’ laughed all of them, grabbing a roll of fat each. Frank even reached around to pat Liam’s chubby butt. ‘Even his ass is soft!’ he grinned, nodding for the other guys to feel.

‘Danny, you’ll have to start getting this pig into shape’ bellowed Gary. ‘That fat gut on him is seriously disgusting!’

Liam had always been big and masculine. Whenever he went into a room, people looked at listened to him. But now, here he was, overfed and soft, with the big guys completely dismissing him, humiliating him in front of Danny. And there was Danny laughing along, agreeing with everything they said. Liam didn’t understand why, but he felt strangely aroused by the situation and couldn’t wait to get upstairs to do his next vlog for the gym.

‘I’m here at the fitness convention, learning about all the new amazing things we want to introduce in our gym. I’ve met up with a few of my friends who are all really shocked to see me and how fat I’ve got.’ He paused, feeling that arousal again, but having to carry on. He didn’t hear Danny returning to the room, peek into the bathroom and quietly lie on the bed so as not to disturb him. ‘Anyway, as you can see, my gut is pretty hefty now. And if I turn around, my buttocks are a lot bigger and softer. A few of the guys have been making fun of me for that!’ he chuckled, but still trying to calm himself down so as not to get a boner on camera. ‘Um, so I guess it’s weigh in time. Let’s see what I’m on today’. He stepped on the scales. ‘270! Oh man, I’ve gained 20lbs this month! I guess I didn’t realise how much I must have been eating!’ He paused looking down at his belly, the arousal starting to take hold of him; he realised he had to end the vlog quickly. ‘Anyway, thanks for watching guys. Catch you all soon!’ Liam breathed a sigh of relief as he switched off the camera. He took off his underwear and stood there, looking at himself in the mirror, his cock already standing to attention. He reached down and started tugging at himself, watching as the fat in his belly bounced along, making him even more aroused. He looked at himself hard in the mirror, thinking about what the guys had said to him today. He whispered to himself: ‘You’re a fat pig. Look at this disgusting belly on you. You should be ashamed.’ The words seemed to turn him on even more. ‘A big, fat, disgusting pig… with a huge fat gut and… a soft, fat ass.’ He couldn’t believe how horny he was making himself. ‘You’re just getting fatter and….fatter…’ Liam couldn’t hold it in any more. He came all over the bathroom, looking at his overfed, soft body. By the time he had cleaned up and went back to the bedroom, Danny had gone, like he’d never been there.

‘We should have a game of basketball while we’re here’ said Gary as the guys were having their final drink in the bar that evening.

‘Oh you guys can, but, I think Liam is a little fat for basketball these days’ chuckled Danny, patting his boyfriend’s gut. He’d been making similar gags with the guys all evening. ‘ I don’t think you even own any sports gear that fits you any more now your ass is so massive do you Liam?’ he asked with a slight grin.

‘Um, no, I don’t think I do’ stuttered Liam, a little unsure how to answer. He’d never seen Danny make fun of him like this before.

‘Anyway guys, I think it’s time to call it a night,’ said Danny, commanding the circle of friends. ‘We’ll catch up with you in the morning’.

The five men all sat up and took themselves to bed. Liam was feeling even more turned on than he was before. He couldn’t wait to get Danny upstairs in to bed. As soon as the elevator door closed he turned in to Danny, kissing him passionately; the pair of them practically racing in to the bedroom a minute later. Danny undressed and stood in front of him, the absolute epitome of fit and sexy, his tight ass, cute six pack and beefed up chest. Liam pushed himself in to him, rolling his hand into Danny’s ass the way he always did when he wanted to fuck Danny’s ass. But suddenly, Danny pulled away from him.

‘You think I’m going to let my sexy ass get fucked by a fat boy?’ he looked seriously at Liam. ‘You think a fat pig like you should get to fuck a guy like me?’ He looked seductively at Liam, rolling his hand up and down his belly. ‘Look at this fat gut on you. What on earth have you done to yourself fatty?’

Liam felt himself getting so hard, he thought he would come there and then.

‘I let you fuck me when you had a tight little ass, but…’ he jiggled Liam’s soft bubble butt. ‘…oh dear! Looks like I’ll be the one doing the fucking from now on, fat boy!’ And with that, Danny skilfully pushed Liam on to the bed. ‘Ass up, pig!’ he commanded, lubing up his cock and stuffing it into Liam, pounding him with incredible strength whilst using his hands to explore Liam’s bulging love handles; grabbing a handful of fat in each hand and shaking it as he made both of them come.

The boys never talked about it, but the power had firmly shifted in their relationship. Liam couldn’t get over how much this new fat made him enjoy being dominated. From then on, overeating wasn’t just a stunt for the gym, it was an exploration of his own sexuality. He became excited as he outgrew clothes, imagining what Danny would say to him when he saw he saw he could no longer fit his overweight body in to something.

‘Eat up’ commanded Danny, slapping a tray of pastries on to the table as he arrived home late at 11pm, waking Liam up as he slept in front of the TV.

‘Huh?’ he said, stretching himself in the chair to wake up.

‘You heard, pig. I want those gone. Now.’

‘But I already ate loads and it’s bedtime…’

Danny rolled his eyes and sped into action, pulling the leaver on Liam’s chair to recline him back, then sitting on his crotch, pulling his t shirt up to reveal his fat belly. ‘Do I have to do everything around here?’ he complained, taking the tray of pasties and stuffing the first one in to Liam’s mouth. ‘ I work hard all day to keep my fat pig happy and the fatty won’t even eat a box of pastries when I get home! No, I have to do it myself,’ he moaned, stuffing the second and third into Liam’s mouth.

‘Some of my clients in work were talking about you today. They had no idea you were my pig. They were just talking about this gross fat guy from the other gym and what he was doing to himself.’ He chuckled as Liam swallowed, feeling himself getting harder and harder. ‘They were laughing about this huge fat gut he was getting and how ginormous his ass was, not to mention his chubby, soft thighs!’ He laughed even harder, working hard to ensure every single pastry was eaten. ‘So I told them that I knew you. I told them to wait for the next vlog, because the last time I saw that fat boy, he looked so much bigger. His t shirt couldn’t even cover his fat underbelly as he gorged on a whole box of pastries, I told them’ laughed Danny.

Liam ate and ate, feeling so turned on. Danny took his shirt off and stroked his six pack and pecs as Liam watched, swallowing the last of his pastries. ‘Look at me, fatty. You used to look like this. Look at what you’ve done to yourself’. He leaned in closer to whisper in to Liam’s ear. ‘Look at what I have done to you…’ he teased, making Liam come in his pants without even touching himself.

Liam gained a steady 15lbs in month seven and then again in month eight, celebrating stepping over the 300lbs mark. His gut was ginormous and round and his ass had lost any sort of tone, settling in to a wide, soft shape. He carried a lot more fat on his thighs and started to feel them rubbing together more than ever. The tops of his arms lost their muscular look, bulging under the layer of fat that was surrounding them. A ring of fat rested under his chin and his perfect stubble relaxed into an untidy fat man beard.

Liam arrived home, almost breathless with excitement. ‘The home exercise channel!’ he stuttered. ‘They called today and they want me to come and do their morning slot. Said they liked what they saw on that celebrity shoot I did last month! Can you believe it? I have a six month trial! We’re moving to LA!’ he beamed.

‘What?’ said Liam, trying to take it all in. ‘I didn’t even know you wanted to do something like that. What about your gym?’ ‘Gary is moving down here now he’s divorcing his wife. He said he’d take it on.’

‘What about my gym?’ said Liam, concerned. ‘I’ve been promoting my big weight loss for almost 9 months now. I can’t just leave.’

‘Gary is going to take over your gym as well’ said Danny, matter-of-factly.

‘But what about the weight loss stunt?’ stuttered Liam, a smile betraying his excitement at the idea of moving to LA.

‘Oh honey, you didn’t really think I was ever going to let you lose all this fat did you?’ grinned Danny. ‘Not when I’ve got my fat pig ready for the next step.’

‘The next step?’ asked Liam, feeling butterflies in his stomach.

‘Yeah. The next step’ confirmed Danny. ‘There was this huge, disgusting fat guy who came in to our gym this week. He must have been close to 400lbs. Massive gut on him and this big, wide ass that barely squeezed in through the doors’ He chuckled to himself, looking down at Liam’s comparatively small gut. ‘And I thought to myself, well, Liam might be a fat pig, but what I need is the whole hog…’ He grinned at Liam, enjoying the obvious effect it was having on him.

Liam swallowed, turned on by the future Danny laid out in front of him. ‘You really want that?’ he said, nervously.

‘Oh baby…’ he smiled, turning Liam’s wide hips around so he had his back to him and then pushing his broad back down over the top of the chair, exposing his wide tubby backside to Danny, whilst he tugged at his cock ready to fuck him. ‘You don’t know the half of what I’m going to do to you…’

3. Wingman // Nurseydex

« {Part 3 of my Valentine’s collection.} »

a/n: sorry, this is two days late, but it’s also almost 3k, so…. hopefully that makes up for the tardiness? also! please note that this fic doesn’t have anything to do with ngozi’s short comic, wingman. your characters are safe. content warning for underage alcohol usage.

This is definitely not what Dex signed up for.

He’d expected Nursey Patrol to involve limiting Nursey’s shots and keeping him from dancing on tables, which, okay, would have sucked, but this is honestly not much better.

“Soooo, have you met Dex?” Nursey says for the third time this night, like imitating Neil Patrick Harris is still funny. He’s dragged Dex over to yet another group of female athletes that he’s going to have to do his best to avoid for the next three years of his college career. Nice.

“Hi,” Dex says awkwardly. “I’m Dex.”

“Pssh, I just said that,” Nursey says, slinging an arm over Dex’s shoulder and leaning on him only a little more heavily than he might have done sober. “He’s usually a lot brighter than this, ladies. He’s a CompSci major­—super smart with computers and shit. Plus all that typing means he’s good with his fingers, if you know what I mean. Just look at those hands—”

“Okay, that’s enough, Nurse. Sorry, you guys, um. Bye.”

He pulls Nursey away from the girls and—fuck, he’s pretty sure one of them is in his Stats class, dammit. Nursey stumbles behind him obediently, letting Dex drag him over to the kitchen. Dex fills Nursey a glass of water and Nursey drinks it dutifully, standing next to the fridge.

“Okay, so remind me why you’re trying to humiliate me in front of half of Samwell’s female population?” Dex demands when Nursey finishes the glass.

“‘M not humiliating you,” Nursey insists, then waggles his ridiculous eyebrows. “I’m trying to get you laid.”

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Title: An experiment gone right

Pairing: Phan                                                                  

Rating/Warning: NC-17; messy, hilarious, hot sex plus feels in every sense of the word                                                            

Word Count: 10,500                                                      

Summary: At a party, Phil suggests an experiment to test if he and Dan really are 100 percent platonic. What, after all, would happen if they kissed? 

A/N: Sequel “The Morning After" here 

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“Phil!” Dan dragged the word into two syllables, calling into the expanses of their flat. He was in the process of shimmying into a pair of trousers, his newly straightened fringe threatening dishevelment from the exertion. It wasn’t like Dan was all that large  –  despite his severe allergy to the gym  –  but it seemed that suspiciously purchased foreign jeans always came two sizes smaller than marketed.  Dan let out a triumphant “Ha!” as he finally fastened the top button and pulled the zip. Then, he slumped back onto his comforter and took a deep breath.

“PHIL!” he shouted again, on the exhale, “Have you seen my shirt?”

“Can you be more specific!” Phil’s voice echoed in return.

“The black one! With the things!” 

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imaginary friend // h.s

author’s note: A quick shoutout to @iloveyouhaz because I submitted a part of this story to her and she was kind enough to read it and give me feedback! Hope y’all enjoy! P.S: I had the song ‘Sick of Losing Soulmates’ by Dodie Clark on repeat while writing this, so give it a listen while you read! You can find it here.

w.c: 2k

summary: Harry has an imaginary friend called Y/N

Even as a child, Harry was introverted. While the other children his age would be out and about playing, he preferred to stay in the comfort of his bedroom, spending time with his imaginary friend Y/N.

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anonymous asked:

I need a long soft fic of boys in love pls write it your writing is gorgeous (I'mjokingifyoudontwanttodothatitisfineandyouresuperbusyijustthinkyouregreat)

u ask and i deliver. here’s a kinda rough thing i wrote when i was procrastinating last week but wasn’t sure i wanted to post. it is not long but it is pretty soft and sappy (also you are v nice) 

london - 07.15.17

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the cuddling app / jeon jk.

credit for the gif


summary: boredom got to you and you stumble upon a very interesting app - leading you to meet a handsome stranger

genre: fluff

authors note: inspired by shane dawson (bc he got himself a cuddling buddy)


it seemed so silly but it was 100% real. one day you were home alone and got really bored so you went to your app store and searched for some fun new apps. you went through several games and none of them caught your attention. no matter how hard you were trying to find something that you’d like, you just couldn’t find anything. 

but then suddenly you see this app’s name and your eyes just open in awe. the name of it was the cuddling app and it’s pretty much an app where you can get a cuddling buddy. that means no make outs, no sex, nothing but just cuddling. you thought it was funny and first you checked out to see if there’s any reviews on it to see if this is actually real. 

people’s reviews surprised you, some of them were saying that they had a nice experience meanwhile others said that their partner wasn’t just about cuddling but they wanted something more or that their partner was the total opposite…

it was a risky move but still you wanted to try it out, it was a saturday night and what could really go wrong?

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Title: Worth the Wait

Warnings: SMUT, INSECURITY, MORE SMUT

Request: Hiii, can you possibly do Auston smut where the reader is really insecure about her body so she tries to avoid sex and Auston get annoyed because he thinks she doesn’t trust him or whatever then they do the deed but he’s really loving about it ? (This is super detailed wow don’t mind me)?

Author’s Note: To all of you losing your shit about Auston wearing the ‘A’ in the game tonight, celebrate with some Auston smut. :) Enjoy and let me know what you think! Sorry about the wait. Smut takes me forever to write.

Links: My Master List  and My Current Requests


“You’ll only be gone for a week?” he asked for the hundredth time, a pout forming on his pink lips.

“Yes Aus, one week. Seven days.” you emphasized, tucking the last of your clothes into your last piece of luggage. “I’ll spend the entire week boring my family with tales of how amazing my boyfriend is.” you chuckled, zipping your suitcase closed; pulling it off the bed and setting it by your bedroom door.

“Promise?”

“Absolutely.” you replied, flopping onto the bed next to Auston who had propped himself up against your headboard as he watched you pack.

“So how are we going to spend the next twelve hours before I have to send you off to your family?” he asked with a sigh, setting his phone on the bedside table beside him.  

You laughed, elbowing him lightly in the side before resting your head on his shoulder. “Stop acting like you’re watching me go off to war. I’ll be gone a week. Like you are, multiple times a year.” you reminded him.

“Yeah, but this is the first time we’ll be apart for more than 3 days since we got together.” he frowned. “When I left for road trips we were just friends, but now we’re in love.” he added dramatically.

“You’re so cheesy!” you laughed. “Stop making that face!” you cried, watching as Auston put on the poorest puppy-dog expression you had ever seen.

He grinned, leaning in to press a kiss to your lips. “I really will miss you.” he said, his expression serious. His arm slid behind you, wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer to his side.

“I’ll miss you.” you told him, enjoying the warmth of his strong arms holding you close.

The expression in his eyes warmed, a slight smiling curling on his lips before he leaned in again; his lips brushing yours. There was an urgency behind the kiss that had never been there before. A hand tangled in your hair as your arms slid up his chest, looping around his neck. His tongue slipped into your mouth, causing a soft moan to escape your lips. Before long, a calloused hand slipped under your shirt, sliding up the smooth skin of your back, unclasping your bra. You pulled, back.

“Aus, stop.” you murmured, his lips pressing kisses against your jawline. “Auston, I said stop.” you said more firmly, managing to find his shoulders, pushing him off you.

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Surprise

Summary: A chill day with your son, he tells you his daddy is gonna surprise you and you think nothing of it at first.

a/n: so im back!! ive been vv busy if anyone was wondering. my macbook charger also got chewed up by my dog so no laptop, writjng has been very hard. i cant type on app because it crashes and this mobile browser SUCKS. so heres a writing butlike.. I wanted to write something for Jasmine but like I ended up really wanting to write Dad!Shawn. Bc I’m ready so ready, areyouready????? BTW I HAVE MOBILE PERMALINKS IN MY DESCRIPTION NOW IM SO EXCITED

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“Mommy, suprise!” Your 2 year old yells out after giving you a kiss on the cheek when you picked him up to carry him. It sent you and Karen laughing. He has never said that before.

“Aaliyah taught him a new word.” Karen laughed and sat down on the couch. She brought Caden home on Saturday afternoon after his weekly Friday night sleep over at his Avó Karen and Vovô Manny’s. You and Shawn taught Caden how to say Grandpa and Grandma in Portuguese, which made your in-laws very happy. They watched him on the days you had to work. And on Fridays, Caden slept over at his Avó Karen and Vovô Manny’s. 

“How is she?” You ask, sitting beside her. This was a weekly Saturday afternoon thing for you and Karen, catching up with each other. Letting your son play with his toys on the carpet in front of the couch. Aaliyah decided to go to University of California in Berkeley. Very long ways from home, but she loved San Francisco, which was like thirty five minutes from her apartments. 

“She’s happy to be home,” Normally, you would always see Aaliyah every time she came home from California. But you have been busy with work and Caden that you haven’t gotten the chance to. “We hear rumors from her best friend that she’s got an American boyfriend.” 

That was Karen and Manny. All of Shawn and Aaliyah’s friends loves them. Even if Shawn or Aaliyah was halfway across the continent, or even the world, their friends always talked to them. Karen and Manny knows everything that is going on with their children’s friends, not hearing it from their children, but hearing it from the friends themselves that updates them. 

“Shawn’s gonna love that.” Emphasizing on love.

Karen laughs again, “I can already tell.”

Even if Aaliyah was already in her second year of College, Shawn still disliked the idea of her getting a boyfriend. When she bought her first boyfriend home, Shawn scared the poor boy off. In his defense, Aaliyah was only 17. But in her defense, you and Shawn were 17 when you started dating. Because of that, if the two of you had a baby girl, she would probably get married at sixty. 


“What did you do at Avó and Vovô’s yesterday?” You ask, standing near the floor to ceiling windows, drinking tea while your son was playing with his cars on the floor.

“Uhm,” He replied, not giving any less attention to his toys. “I saw Daddy.” He said in his cute little voice. It always amazes you how smart this kid is and how much words he says. Not thinking much of what he said, you figured that Shawn probably FaceTimed his parents. 

“Yeah, what did Daddy say?” You missed Shawn dearly while he was promoting his new album. Sooner or later, he’s gonna be gone for tour again. 

“I dunno,” Caden blurted his answer your question, he was too focused on his toy cars to care about your question.

“Daddy’s gonna come home soon, you know it?” You smile at your 2 year old. You knew he misses his Dad, but you knew he doesn’t have the concept of soon.

“Yes!” He yelled. “Daddy’s gonna come home latuh.” 

“No, Cadence,” Mentioning his full first name. Shawn wanted to name him something to do with music and you weren’t even sure what cadence means, you got lost when Shawn was explaining it to you. But you did like the name. “Not later. Soon though.”

Caden didn’t give you any attention after that, kids whenever they were distracted. You stared out the windows of the house that you and Shawn built after you got married. Both of you definitely wanted to start a family with kids in mind, and Shawn’s pretty condo in Downtown Toronto wasn’t the place you wanted to raise your kids in. It was obviously decided the house to be in Pickering, close to Downtown Toronto and both of your parents. It’s a gorgeous 5 bedroom house with a spacious kitchen, big backyard, a basement for Shawn’s ‘mancave’, and a lot more. You joke around about living the American dream in Canada a lot. 

“Mommy, surprise!” Caden yells and hands you his toy car. It was such a cute gesture that your heart melted.

“Oh, thank you, honey.” You messed with his curly waves that was just like Shawn’s. If he saw this, he would be so happy.

You missed Shawn dearly. He’s been gone for a month, going to different places every other day. A phone call at least once a day if he’s not busy. A FaceTime if he’s on the bus or in a hotel room. He still has a month left before the promo ends, then he’s going to tour soon after that. You and Caden are hopefully going on tour with him for a short time, your little boy isn’t really fond of traveling.

You missed Shawn so much you couldn’t help but talk to your son. “Caden, I miss your daddy. Do you?” 

“No,” Caden looks at you for a second and goes back to playing with his toys. He looks so much like Shawn, except Caden got your nose and face shape. You and Shawn knew he’s gonna be so good looking. 

“I see daddy yestuhdey.” You laugh at how he said yesterday, but in the back of your head, you thought that maybe Shawn is in town and Caden did see him. You shrugged the idea off since it was quite impossible. 

You stare out the window, watching the few cars pass by. You knew whose car each one of them were since they live in the neighborhood. You spot Aaliyah’s car and got excited as her car turned the curb to get to your house. You moved away from the windows to go to the kitchen to make Aaliyah coffee. As you walked past your son, you gave him a kiss on the forehead, telling him that his Auntie Liyah is here. 

You got the Keurig heating up when you heard the front door open and close shut. Your heart skipped a beat, being so excited to see your sister-in-law. You figured that she let herself in, which you don’t mind at all. It was just Aaliyah. 

 You were very surprised not to see Aaliyah standing in the living room, but found Shawn instead. He had Caden in his arms. He put Caden down once you were standing in front of each other. You couldn’t say anything aside from jump on him and give him a hug. Almost knocking him over because you caught him off guard. 

“Oh,” Shawn chuckled while he had you in his arms. He had been missing you and Caden a lot. Shawn had a week off all in all, due to something happening in the cities he was gonna go to. It was only a few hours plane ride to Toronto, he couldn’t help but go home. “I missed you too.” He put you down on the ground after a tight hug. 

“What? How are you here?” You watched him as he picked the now sleepy Caden up. Caden putting his head on his daddy’s shoulder. 

“I’ll explain later.” Shawn gives you that jaw dropping smile. You missed him so much.

Shawn whispered something into your son’s ear that you couldn’t hear, it made Caden lift his head and yelled, “Surprise, mommy!” Caden is like Shawn’s carbon copy. They both had this goofy smile on their faces. You figured out why Aaliyah taught your son the word. 

“You two are too cute. Come here, give mommy a kiss,” You smile at two of your favorite guys in the whole world. 

 Caden pouting his lips and leaning in to give you a sound and wet kiss. “Mwah,” he makes the noise every time he gives a kiss. It was too cute, you couldn’t help but giggle. 

Shawn leaned in to give you a quick smack. He wanted to kiss you longer, but your son was present. Caden was also impatient and sleepy, wanting his daddy to put him in bed for nap time. Shawn happily agreed to. 

 Once Shawn put your son in bed, it was time for the both of you. All cuddled up on the couch, John Mayer softly playing in the background, you guys caught up on everything that wasn’t mentioned in the calls. 

Ever think about what moving in with Harry would be like?

He’d wake up on move in day all smiles, even though it’s still really early in the morning. His place is all packed up, save for the mattress he’s slept on and his phone and charger that are on the floor next to him. And when he see you’re calling, his smile grows even bigger as he answers with a “Today’s the day, button!” 

When he shows up to the new place, you’re already there directing the movers with your boxes. You’re a bit perturbed when he’s got his hands full of snacks instead of his boxes, but this is Harry and of course he would come bearing gifts for the movers to express his gratitude, even though he’s already paying them a healthy sum and will undoubtedly pack on a hefty tip at the end. 


And you can’t help but marvel at the easy conversation and (bad) jokes he shares with the movers. Everyone loves Harry, especially you. No one is safe from his charm. And when he catches you watching him, he winks and excuses himself, making his way toward you. “Haven’t properly said ‘good morning’, have I?” He fixes all of that as his he holds you by the hips and presses his lips to your forehead.

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