i have to finish packing and cleaning

I Hate Christmas - Sherlock x (y/n)

Word count: 1784

Warnings: none

“Sherlock!” Mrs. Hudson called from downstairs. “It’s (y/n)!”

Sherlock hurried down the stairs as quickly as he could. “Ah, (y/n). Finally. John and Mary are preparing dinner upstairs and I’ll be heading out for a bit.”

“Sherlock!” You said, exasperated. “You promised you’d stay. Even if you had a case. It’s Christmas for Christ’s sake.”

“I hate Christmas.” He said with a sneer. “It brings about carolers and holiday cheer.”

“Oh, Sherlock. Promise me you’ll still come home for dinner and presents.”

“Food is for the weak and I told everyone not to get me anything. I also did not get anything for anyone else…” He said trailing off.

“Sherlock…”

“Fine. I promise I’ll be home for dinner and presents.” He said rolling his eyes. “Even if I don’t eat and I don’t have presents.”

“Good boy.” You said smiling brightly. You bounced into the building away from the cold, chilling air of London. Sherlock moved past you and into the freezing air.

“I’m not a boy (y/n). I’m a man. A very smart one at that.” He said quickly, as if in a rush, which to be honest he probably was. He then briskly walked away. Mrs. Hudson gave you a sad smile.

“Sorry about him dear. That’s Sherlock though. Always dashing about. Anyhow, might you come up for a spot of tea? John and Mary’s food smells so delicious.”

You smiled kindly at her, “Of course, Mrs. Hudson. Thank you.”

Time Skip

“Mrs. Hudson!” Sherlock’s loud voice rang from downstairs. “I’m back for Christmas dinner.” He said in a disgusted tone you could tell he wasn’t really trying to hide. He walked upstairs quickly, taking the steps two at a time. He walked past you hastily, using his coat to conceal something that he was carrying. “Mrs. Hudson, John, (y/n) don’t wait up. I’ll be in my room wrapping things up. I’ll be back in a wink.” He said winking at you. You blushed profusely. Trying to cover it up, you said, “Shall we start eating?”

“Of course.” John said with a happy smile.

“Mary, the pie looks delicious.” You said to her.

“Oh, I didn’t make it. John did. He’s a great baker.” She said bragging slightly about her wonderful husband.

“Well then John, it looks simply divine.” You said excited to dig in to the wonderful looking food.

Time Skip – After Dinner

“Oh, the meal was so scrumptious.” Mrs. Hudson commented, a little bit sleepy from the meal.

“It was.” You said, a bit sleepy yourself. “It was too bad Sherlock didn’t eat anything.” You said clearing the last of the plates from the table. As if on cue Sherlock emerged from his room.

“Time for presents.” He said lazily, as if bored with the whole affair and idea of Christmas. Little did you know, inside he was having a silent panic attack. He secretly slipped something under the tree.

“Ok.” You said giddily, smiling like a child. “I’m excited to see what you got me Mr. Holmes.” You said nudging him in the side.

“Nothing.” He responded. “I told you earlier that I didn’t get anyone anything.”

You looked down, slightly saddened by this sentence. Your Christmas cheer was being ruined by Sherlock.

“You know you don’t have to be such a spoilsport.”

“I actually do.”

“Why, Sherlock?”

“The idea of buying people presents gives some people anxiety. Anxiety about not getting the right thing. In fact, it is scientifically proven that people have more stress around the holidays.” He said with a completely straight face.

“Really Sherlock? You don’t buy people presents because you’re afraid you’ll get the wrong thing?”

“That is what I said, yes.” He said rolling his eyes.

“Sherlock… We’re your friends. We’ll be happy with anything you give us.”

“Really?” He said raising an eyebrow. “Last Christmas John said he loved my gift. He lied. I read his body language. He was not at all pleased with my gift. I was given a mental talent for reading people and it is a blessing and a curse. Let me ask you something, (y/n). Do you sometimes wish I were a normal person? That I’m unable to read people like a book?”

Without missing a heartbeat, you answered his question honestly, “No. You are perfect. If you weren’t the way you were you would never have met me. You never would have been ‘The Great Sherlock Holmes’, and I never would have come to you with my case.”

He clasped his hands together, thinking deeply. “Hmm… You’re right.”

“As I always am.” You said.

“Not always.” He corrected quickly.

You laughed. John and Mary came out of the kitchen. “What’s so funny?” John asked.

“Nothing, nothing.” You said. “Let’s go. I can’t possibly wait any longer. I can feel the presents calling to me.”

“Presents don’t talk.” Sherlock mentioned quietly.

“They do in my mind palace.” You said, teasing him.

He sighed tiredly, “Let’s just get on with the presents.”

John cleared his throat. “Ok then. Let’s see, first present.” He picked up a box with green wrapping. He said out loud, “For Mary and John, from (y/n).” You smiled as they unwrapped it together. They pulled out a small onesie.

“It’s for the baby.” You said smiling brightly. “Do you guys like it?”

Mary turned to you. “Oh, (y/n). We love it!” She came over to hug you.

John said, “Thank you (y/n). It’s a wonderful gift.”

You picked the next box. “For Sherlock, from John and Mary.” You smiled at the couple as you unwrapped the present for Sherlock. You pulled out a hat. You laughed. Sherlock rolled his eyes and looked at the hat in disgust. You smiled at Mary, “Thanks guys.” You looked at John and mouthed, “I’ll make him wear it.” The next present was for Mrs. Hudson, from John and Mary. It was a nice pink shawl. John and Mary had given you a nice coat that matched Sherlock’s. The presents from John and Mary were all wonderful. Next, it was your turn to give everyone presents. You had already given John and Mary their present so you gave Mrs. Hudson hers. Sher pulled out a blouse, a skirt, and a pair of heels all matching the same royal blue color. “Thank you, dear.” She said smiling at you.

“Of course, Mrs. Hudson.” You said, matching her smile. Then you handed Sherlock his present. He opened it and was surprised to see a brand new blue scarf.

“Thank you very much, (y/n).” He said looking over at you.

You smiled at him, “Anything for you, Sherlock.”

Mrs. Hudson seemed to be ready to bounce out of her seat. Sher quickly handed everyone their presents. Your gift was a nice jumper. “Mrs. Hudson, did you knit this all by yourself?” You inquired.

“Yes I did.” She said quite proudly. Sherlock’s was a fancy suit.

“Mrs. Hudson, where did you get this?” He asked.

“Oh, it was from a real fancy shop. I know you have a lot of suits, but this one just seemed to pop to me. It would look perfect on you. I mean you have all black suits; you never wear blue. I thought it would look real nice on you.”

“Thank you. I like it.” He said cautiously, as if his words might offend her. Everyone looked around. There were no more presents to be opened. Everyone looked expectantly at Sherlock. They didn’t seem surprised, however. They soon all packed up and left, save for Mrs. Hudson, who had gone upstairs. You started to clean up the trash on the ground from the presents. Sherlock watched you carefully, studying you. You had finished clearing all of the wrapping paper from around the tree when a little twinkle from under the tree caught your eye. You reached a hand under the tree and felt a box. You pulled it out. It was a small box covered with shiny silver wrapping paper. Carefully you turned it over, ‘To my dear (y/n), from your Sherlock,’ it said in fancy writing on the wrapping paper. You turned to Sherlock and he gave you a smile. “I didn’t want you to open it in front of everyone.” He said smirking at your surprised face.

“Here, I thought you were a pompous jackass who was too good to get anyone anything.” You commented, joking lightly. Sherlock only rolled his eyes.

“Open it.” He said. “Before I change my mind and return it.”

“Now I know what you meant when you said you were in your room, ‘wrapping things up’. You meant it literally, that you actually were ‘wrapping something up’. Gosh, you are clever.”

“I know.” He said, sarcastically. “Now open it.”

You excitedly ripped off the wrapping paper. Inside was a black square velvet box. You gasped in surprise. It was from Tiffany’s. You traced your fingers along the velvet on the outside of the box. “What is it?” You asked Sherlock, looking over at him. He only smiled mysteriously.

“Open it and see.”

You opened the box to see the diamond necklace you had been drooling over for a long time every time you passed the window of Tiffany’s. “Sherlock! You didn’t have to get me this.”

“I actually did. Did you think I wouldn’t notice how every day when we walked past the store you looked longingly and lovingly at this necklace. I read John, I can read you too.”

“Sherlock! This is just too much. I-I” You were at a loss for words. You looked down at the box and noticed there was another, much smaller, box inside. You picked it up. “Sherlock… What’s this?”

He stayed silent. So you took the box carefully in your hands and opened it up. Inside was a beautiful diamond ring. You gasped. “Oh my. Oh my gosh.” You looked up at Sherlock. He smiled mysteriously.

“I see no need to get on one knee and all so I’ll just say it. Will you (y/n) (y/l/n) the most beautiful and clever and kind and funny person I have ever met and also my favorite human being in this entire wretched world, agree to be my wife?”

“Yes, Sherlock. Yes of course I’ll be your wife.” You stood up to hug him and as you hugged you noticed a small green plant hanging on top of Sherlock’s head. You smiled. As you pulled apart from the hug you pecked Sherlock on the lips.

“What was that for?” He questioned.

“Tradition.” You responded with a smirk.

“I hate tradition.”

“Is there anything you don’t hate?”

“I don’t hate you.”

You smiled softly. “Hey, don’t get soft on me now Mr. Holmes.”

“I won’t Mrs. Holmes.”

The End

Sterek A-Z Challenge: one word prompts

Week 15: O - Oops

The bell over the coffee shop door announced Derek’s arrival with a merry jingle a little after 11 in the evening. Derek shuffled the strap of his messenger bag higher on his shoulder and shoved his hands deep into the pockets of his leather jacket.

The shop was almost empty at that hour. Only a few students writing their first papers of the new term and a couple of regular night owls were scattered through the shop. His usual seat in the far corner, where he could sit with his back against the wall and keep watch, was open.

Derek dropped his bag on the small table and shrugged his jacket off to drape over the back of his claimed seat. The young woman at the register was new, which could be potentially problematic. Derek didn’t recognize her, but she smiled cheerfully when he approached.

“What can I get you?” she chirped. Her heartbeat fluttered nervously as her scent sweetened with clear want. Definitely problematic.

Derek paused a moment. “I don’t know,” he answered honestly. He wasn’t sure his drink had a name.

“Oh, well, we have different speciality coffees and teas,” the barista said and gestured to the menu board behind her. “If you want something-”

“I got this!” Stiles slid out of the back room, arms flailing to keep his balance. “Yo,” he said, greeting Derek with a lazy salute, and Derek snorted. His roommate was ridiculous. “Super awesome Stilinski special as dark as your soul, coming right up.”

“Right,” Derek said, gravitating down the bar towards Stiles. “No cinnamon this time.”

“Sure thing.” Stiles flipped a large paper cup into the air and fumbled to catch it, which made Derek chuckle.

When Stiles called him earlier that year, it had been a bit of a shock. Derek had been living in a cabin upstate that he and Laura had bought years ago. He had finally achieved vengeance for his family when he ripped out Kate’s throat and burned her body deep in the woods, but Beacon Hills wasn’t home anymore, so he hadn’t gone back. Now he wished he had.

At first, Derek hadn’t been sure the small voice on the other end of the phone had actually been Stiles, and not something trying to lure him back to Beacon Hills because the Stiles on the other end of the line had been quiet, almost hesitant, and unsure. As if Stiles hadn’t believed he deserved Derek’s help. Definitely not at all the hyperactive, chatterbox he had left behind. They both carried heavy scars, but that was fine.

Before Derek knew it, he had a new roommate and was driving across the country to pick Stiles up the day he got his diploma. Stiles hadn’t been home since, and the Sheriff was worried.

The barista asked Derek what the drink was so she could ring it up as Stiles ducked out of sight to retrieve milk out of the fridge below the counter.

“I don’t know,” Derek said again. “Something chocolate?”

Derek always had the same drink whenever he came in, but he didn’t know what it was because Stiles had never told him. It probably didn’t have a name. The first time he picked Stiles up, Stiles had whipped something up and shoved it into his hands.

Stiles’ head popped back up over the espresso bar. The steamer hissed to life, and Stiles laughed. “Don’t worry about it, Sam. It’s on me,” he said and winked at Derek.

Derek hadn’t paid for a drink yet.

The drink Stiles handed off to Derek smelled overly sweet and chocolatey, and was piled so high with whipped cream drizzled with chocolate and caramel that the topping threatened to spill over. He wasn’t sure how Stiles knew about his sweet tooth, but he shouldn’t have been surprised.

“Here ya go, big guy,” Stiles said and grinned. “Extra sweet and fluffy. Just like you.”

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{ H E A D C A N O N S } // NSFW with Levi

Request: NSFW with Levi??? ♥️ :D - from anon
Warnings: NSFW.
Author’s note: Have some more head canons because I didn’t plan my time well enough to have an imagine ready today.


❀ Ooh boy, his S/O is in for some real fun.

❀ Levi has some serious stamina. If his S/O can handle it, rounds four and five will most definitely be a thing.

❀ Levi’s packing it pretty good if you know what I mean. Definitely nothing to be disappointed in.

❀ After sex cuddles aren’t really a thing with Levi. He has to clean up right away, and by the time he’s finished with that his S/O’s usually fast asleep.

❀ Although he doesn’t mind giving oral, he much prefers receiving it.

❀ When he does end up giving oral, though, he’s pretty sloppy with it as there’s other things he’d rather be doing.

❀ He loves pulling on his S/O’s hair if it’s long enough.

❀ If he can do it in the bath or shower, he will. Less messy.

❀ He prefers taking his S/O from behind as he can be a little rougher then.

❀ Pre-mission sex can go one of two ways; either it’s slower and more sensual than usual as Levi’s scared of what could happen to him and his S/O, or he’s the roughest he’s ever been because he has so many pent up emotions that he needs to get out.

❀ Levi’s usually pretty specific about where he and his S/O have sex. He prefers solitary places where he knows they can’t be interrupted, but if he’s been needy all day and his S/O’s been teasing, an unoccupied broom closet in the middle of a busy hallways will do.

I Got You Part 4

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam

Summary:  Dean and Sam rescue the reader from torture.  Who kept her and why?

Word Count:  1605

Warnings:  Language, violence

As always, feedback is welcomed and appreciated.  Tags are at the bottom. 

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Originally posted by peachesandkookies

I Got You Part 4

Startled, Dean releases you and you both draw your weapons. Dean darts out the door, racing down the hallway. You desperately try to keep up. He skids to a stop in front of an open door, his eyes narrowing. The hunter in him shines through, clear as day. It’s in the tightness of his jaw, the drop of his shoulder, the steadiness of his gun. God knows what he sees in that room, but he doesn’t waver, he doesn’t flinch.

Before you can reach the door, the sound of another gunshot fills the cold, sterile space. Dean doubles over and grabs his leg, crumpling to the floor. Terror strikes you, you don’t know where he’s been hit. You don’t know if Sam is alive. Everything is wrong. So fucking wrong.

Coming to an abrupt halt in the doorway, placing yourself between Dean and the doorway, you train your gun on the man in the room.  

“Ah, there you are, (Y/N),” he says.

That voice.

You know that voice.The blood roars in your ears, your heart hammering against your rib cage. Without hesitation, you squeeze the trigger and shoot him point blank in the forehead. He drops like a bag of stones, slamming his head on a metal table on the way down.

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Autobot behavior?

@adhesivesandscrap

Adhesive I just had the cutest idea
Okay so this started cause I was seeing posts on alot of decepticon behavior and their comparisons to packs and lion prides and im just

Why isn’t there alot of posts on Autobot behaviors?
So I was like if Deceptiocns are more like predators that act like cats/big cats/Dogs/wolves  wouldn’t authors technically act more like large preys/predators? Instead of packs they have herds or pods?
 Like Whales, and elephants?
 
I just had this thought of Autobots in the washracks and all the youngest are acting like little kids and spitting cleanser or throwing suds in water. Bath time is social time for all members who had finished their shift. The autobots have a huge communal bath and showers and often help each other clean and tidy up.

Autobots get this reputation of being prude, strict, and distant emotionally from each other but that’s cause decepticons and quite a bit of neutrals actually don’t realize they tend organize socializing so they can they maximum amount of time to be with each other. They also know when to break off into smaller groups for higher survival.

They tend to make cohort groups or bond groups(think like the Rod Squad in this case) that often will go thick or thin with eachother and have developed to knowing other wuoelrks inside jokes ect. The autobots are mostly made up of these bond group and when they come together is almost like a family clan. Bonds group tend to like to integrate new comers and when new comers join this helps build bridges and bonds with other bond groups. (Nautica for example and Velocity ended joining Rodimus bond group and end up binding two smaller bond groups the scientists and medics to Rodimus command group).

But their is also Autobots who don’t have a particular bond group so they hover around others(Trailbreaker and Pipes). Their more like Bull males and tend to be more solitary or join other bull males(Getaway, Atomizer, Blaster). Or the wreckers who members tend to change often.

All Autobot leaders are like closer to a matriarchy Elephants. When the leader is dead or too tired to continue the eldest daughter will lead(Bumblebee leading Cybertron after Optimus left). Autobots leader have this innate need to care and look after others and will often make big groups that can have smaller bonds groups made.(Rodimus and the lost light plus its many cliques)

It’s very typical for much older and wiser mechs to guide younger inexperienced ones. As older ones tend to be effective descions makers.(Ratchet, Magnus, Rung) and also keep younger ones in lime because their cut through the bullshit attitudes tend to tamper their more aggressiveand hothead behaviors. (Tho this doesn’t always work)

Autobots have a very hard time welcoming Decepticons because of this Big Prey vs Predator relationship. Deceptions won’t typically go after the older mature  Autobots  (the big developed prey) and instead the go for younger weaker bots (the less developed inexperienced prey) cause like big cats it’s much easier.

Newsparks and new Autobots tend to be the center of attention for a while often sticking close to the Autobots who brought them in. This usually lasts until everyone finds a new rhythm with the new addition.

Touch is a big thing, but it more subtle then cuddle piles and hugs. They tend to be more private about affection like hugs and cuddling but more open about hand holding, shoulder bumping and shoulder touching.

And that’s all i got right now.

Trick or True

Summary: When you first meet, he is known as Jeon Jungkook. Jungkook is shy, kind and full of imagination. He is your classmate, your friend and your first kiss. Now, as you stare at the man sat atop the glass throne in the centre of the palace, you see nothing of the boy you once knew. Instead you see a stranger, a member of the Unseelie Court; the Crown Prince of Winter.
Genre: fluff to angst, fantasy: Winter Faerie/Unseelie Court au!
Pairing:
Jungkook x Reader
Rating: T
Word Count: 3676
A/N: Inspired by one of my favourite novels, The Iron King by Julie Kagawa.
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In the Morning | Diana Prince x Reader

Description: Your morning routine with Wonder Woman.

Words: 1688

Notes: I will probably be doing one of these with most, if not all my characters. Expect an “In the Morning” with Jason, and then both older!Damian and teen!Damian

Characters: Diana Prince

Ships: Diana Prince/Wonder Woman x Artist!Reader

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Diana’s fingers carded through your hair, untangling the knots with her nimble fingers and playing with the strands. She felt like a kitten playing with yarn. Maybe if she focussed on that thought, it would make the nightmare go away. And as she thought of what you would be doing on her day off, resting and dreaming of the future together, the gunshots and the echoing explosions died beneath the sounds in the room.

She watched the fan spin above your heads, keeping her eye on one blade and following it as it spun, trying not to get dizzy. The sound was the white noise you usually required to fall asleep. Diana left it on even if it made the room colder than needed. But with the cold came your need for warmth, which you gained through Diana. You were home in her embrace.

The sun is just rising over the city of Paris, where the two of you had moved so you could attend university and she could work at the Louvre Museum. After you graduated, you had begun to consider moving, especially if she was to be more involved in her role as Wonder Woman with the League. Thus there were boxes everywhere in your apartment, cabinets being emptied and books packed away. Even if you were leaving, the two of you were still enamored with the city and its people.

Diana watched the orange light fall over your eyelids, lashes fluttering with the soft assault of light. She can’t help but smile when you scrunch your nose and turn more into her side to avoid the rays. As she strokes your cheek with her thumb, Diana views the city through your large bedroom windows. The Eiffel Tower stands as thin as a toothpick in the distance, sky blurring from black, to blue, to pink, to orange, to yellow. She’s amazed once again as she’s reminded of your painting skills; a canvas with the same image rests below the window sill, accompanied by a mass of pieces you were working on or were planning to turn into masterpieces.

“My love,” Diana whispers, gently rousing you from your rest. Diana closes her eyes, waiting for the sound that is iconic only to the two of you; you groan out in defiance, capturing her waist and pulling her closer to you in protest. She chuckles, melting into your hands as you press yourself into her chest. Tilting your brow so it rests against her collarbone, you embrace her under the covers and pout,”I don’t want to get up, Dia!” You whine.

“Y/N,” She beams around your name, her voice making flowers grow and babies babble joyfully,”You said we would spend a day together. We cannot do that when you are sleeping!” Diana bubbles. Her enthusiasm takes your hand as you take hers, kissing the tips of her fingers with a tired sigh. She is your weakness, and she is aware of it,”Only if I can brush your hair.”

Diana’s teeth glimmer in the morning light,”Of course, my love.”

In your half conscious state, Diana is practically carrying you into the bathroom, that same adoring, dopey smile on her face as you lean against her. You slip into the shower and quickly douse yourselves, the hot water on your back not helping you ease into the alertness being awake provides. Rather, as you lather Diana’s hair with the shampoo that smells of strawberries, your eyes droop and your movements slow.

While you brush your teeth she dries your hair with a blow-dryer, switching as you prepare for a comfortable day. Taking your nicest brush, you instruct Diana to sit in the chair before the mirror and you get to work. Brushing her hair is a luxury within itself, the deep brown locks like flowing river water in your hands. She watched your expression as you untangle her clean hair, concentrating on not pulling too hard as to hurt her. Upon finishing, you sweetly lay your arms over her chest from behind, smiling at your reflections,”What do you want to do today, honey?”

“We still have to pack some things… but I would prefer it if we relaxed. I saw that the movie you love was on the TV—(favorite movie)? I recorded it, so we should be able to watch it.” Diana peers over her shoulder at you, gently rubbing your arms. You lean in, leaving a chaste kiss upon her lips,”I would love that.”

She pulls one of her more loosely-fitting shirts from the pile of clothes you’d chosen to wear, pulling it over your head as you pull on a pair of sweats. You find yourself mindlessly hugging her as she ties up her hair, breathing in your scent (she’s wearing one of your shirts) as you gently squeeze her torso. Diana’s muscled arms raise and she cups your face, pulling you in for another kiss. It’s slower, and it takes you under as you sense the aura of love surrounding her. She tilts you back into the counter without realizing, and you both start laughing once you bump into it.

You cling to Diana as you enter the kitchen, peppering her shoulder blades with pecks as she starts making coffee. Your lovey-dovey mood puts a pink lens over your vision, making Diana’s eyes brighter and her skin sweeter. She deftly sneaks out of your grip with a cup of coffee in her grasp, handing you your own with a kiss on the cheek and a,”Be careful, beloved, it is hot.”

She watches you get to work from the kitchen island, eyes tracing the curve of your side and the bend of your back. You pull out a pan and deliver a portion of butter as you turn on the gas, the apartment soon filling with the sizzling of breakfast and your low hums. Diana listens as you tell her of your dream, where a factory made ducks that could speak, but they only criticize people’s sense of fashion.

You eat together, Diana’s thumb rubbing circles into your thigh. Had your eyes always been that E/C? Had they always stared at her so adoringly, so enamored with her stories? They flash with sudden concern,” Diana?” You call, gently breaking her from her daze. Diana blinks, shyly realizing she’d trailed off as you stared at her.

Her empty plate is pushed away, cutlery duly clanking with the movement. Diana debates if she should really ask or not. She knew human customs now, she knew it was the right time, so why was she so hesitant? You repeat her name again, ducking your head so your in the way of whatever she’s staring at, which happens to be your left hand. Tentatively, she takes it.

“Y/N, my love,” She begins. Diana smiles, elated with how she can call you that now. How it was the truth. How you said the same.”My beloved… I have a question to ask of you.” Maybe this isn’t proper, she doesn’t exactly have what she needs. But she’d seen it asked without the ring. Surely, it would be fine.

“Oh,” You say slowly, statement muttered in surprise,”Okay, Dia. Go ahead.” You take her other hand, squeezing it to assure her. Diana looks around the room, anywhere but you in her sudden nervousness. She still expects there to be feathers attached to your back, falling from your shoulder blades in graceful white rows; you are an angel, so where are your wings?

“We have been together for some time,” Diana smiles fondly, resting your entwined hands in her lap,”It feels as if an eternity has gone by. I would have never thought it would be so easy to fall in love again, and yet, here you are.” Your eyelashes flutter and your face becomes hot. Her accent, her smile, her figure, her eyes, her spirit and her yearn to help others. Why must she be so… perfect?

“But I know, after such a long time in human relationships… there is often a question that is asked when you know—when you know you love one another.” Diana pulls your hands apart, allowing you to scoot your chair closer and close the gap. You wrap your arms around her waist, begging for her to continue.

Diana cups your cheek and your neck in her hands, pressing the pads of her fingers into your skin. How can you be real? “You are my sun, Y/N. The sun to my moon. And every night, I will die so you may breathe.” She says, sweetly combing back your hair,”I have become aware of the human tradition of marriage. And I am sure I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Your breath catches in your throat, and every breath afterward is threatened by the ball forming in your throat as you desperately fight to hold in your tears. The grin conquering your face is unnoticed as your heart tears against its cage, begging to escape and be with Diana. She smiles sheepishly,” I hope I’m doing this right… after we move into our new apartment, would you… would you marry me, beloved?”

You yell “yes” and leap on her before she can even finish her statement. Diana takes your lips against hers, laughing at the emotion pouring out of you as you kiss passionately. She can’t help but kiss you over and over again. You settle back, tears leaking from your eyes like an army marching to a battle field. Steadily, you nod again, crying her name and whispering,”Yes, Diana, please.”

“I love you, Diana.” You sniffle, childishly rubbing your nose. Diana smiles, bending forward to wipe the tears off your face. She embraces you, standing from your stools and holding you to her like you’re the last thing Diana has; and in a way, you are. She kisses your temple as you sob happily,”And I love you too, my sun.” Burying her face into your hair, she breaths,” And thank Hera for sending you to me.”

On The Door Step - part 1

Parings: Dean x Sister!Reader x Sam

Summary: In 2000, John Winchester opened the door to his current motel room and found a little girl at his feet, sleeping peacefully with a fuzzy white blanket tucking her in a wicker basket. Now, nearly 16 years later, (Y/N) has still yet to find herself in the world of the Winchesters.

prologue

Warning: Slight season 10/11 spoilers, moody teenager, cursing, angry Dean, mentions of character death

Words:  1,332

A/N: Hi again, just wanted to thank everyone for the notes on the prologue. After a while of thinking over the story, I have discovered what I wish to do with it! And I apologize in advance for long periods between posts. Enjoy!


My bare feet feel cold against the bunker’s tile floor as I make my way to the kitchen in the dark. The sleeves of the huge hoodie Sam bought me last Christmas cover my hands, keeping them warm from the chilly air. Expecting to see my brothers sitting at the table, their faces glued to computer screens and bodies jittery from caffeine, my heart sinks closer to my stomach when I find the kitchen empty.

“Where the hell are you?” I breathe into the empty space.

I check my phone, reloading my messages. Nothing. Radio silence.

Sam left me at the bunker a week ago, telling me he had to stop Dean from doing something stupid again. He’d given me a hug, a kiss on the forehead and then rushed out the door in a blur. Other than a message explaining how I have to stay in the bunker and that they’ll call me out of school until further notice three days ago, there’s been nothing.

Balling the ends of my sleeve into my hands, I cross my arms and sink into the floor, pulling my knees to my chest. The dark thoughts I have been fighting so hard to keep back come creeping back in.

I haven’t even heard anything from Castiel or Charlie… At least one of them would give me some kind of update.

I run my fingers through my hair, slightly pulling at the strands as I can feel the tears weld up in my eyes. They can’t be dead. They’re Winchesters.

Just as I’m edging on the ledge of an anxiety attack, my phone lights up and vibrates against the tile floor. I scramble to pick it up, dropping it in the process of switching the small green icon to answer the call from Sam.

“Sammy?” I ask weakly, biting on my thumbnail and hoping it’s not an officer calling me because they found their bodies.

“Hey, (Y/N),” Sam says calmly and releasing a sigh. “I’ve been meaning to call, but things have been… busy.”

I roll my eyes. They’re always hiding things, or trying to hide things from me. They dropped me off at a library before they asked the man who cut off his arm questions and they also tried to cover up the fact that that man’s family was going to burn the bunker to the ground (I wasn’t home for that either, they thought it would be best to drop me off at Jody’s for the weekend).

They can never tell me everything.

“Is Dean okay? And have you heard anything from Charlie, she hasn’t been answering.”

Sam takes a moment to breathe deeply, and I can just imagine how tired and stressed he looks. A heartbeat later, Sam’s ready to talk.

“(Y/N), Charlie’s dead.”

“What?! When?!”

“She’s been dead for a couple of weeks, (Y/N/N).” Tears well up in my eyes, and I have to fight them from falling. “Dean killed the men that did it.”

Of course he did.

“Castiel isn’t doing to well, but the three of us will be home soon.” With that, Sam hangs up and I close my eyes as a few tears trail down my cheek. She was my best friend. How could they not tell me? How come it took so long to tell me?!

I can feel the slow simmer of my blood beneath my flesh and my eyes flicker to the digital clock on my phone’s screen. I have an hour to get to school.


My fingers hold the ice pack against my eye lid as my body shifts in the chair across from the principal’s office door. The secretary judges me from her thick pink rimmed glasses, and I glare back at her in response. My leg bounces with the left over adrenaline from the fight that had just taken place in my math class. To be honest, I don’t know the kid that I started this fight with, I’m not even sure he deserved it, but I had to do something.

“Winchester,” Principal Young calls from her office door, just as Dean and Sam walk into the front office. They both catch the eye of the secretary, and I snicker as she ogles at them. Dean glares at me, silently asking me if I think this is funny (he’s completely unaware of the old woman practically drooling over them). 

I quickly make my way to the small office and take a seat in front of the wooden desk, my hands between my legs and my head ducked down. Young takes his seat at the desk, pointing to the other two uncomfortable chairs for my brothers to sit. Once they do, he sets to work, explaining that I have one last chance to clean up my act or I’ll be expelled.

Young finishes by giving the same spiel that he’s given me before. “You’re a good student,” “You have good grade, you just need a better attitude.” The same tune… yadda yadda.

Frustrated, I drop kick the ice pack into the parking lot once we were excused. Dean is the first to speak up.

“So, what? We come home and you decide you just have to punch the first kid you see?” He hollers, tossing my book bag at me. My bag drops to the concrete, the zipper undoing and spilling the contents. I watch the blank notebook papers dance in the air, tucking my hair behind my ears before bending down to pick it up.

“Dean-”

“No, Sam! I wanna know!” Dean continues to yell, tossing his hands up. “Every time we’re gone, you’re “the best student of the school” but when we’re here, you seem to lose your fucking mind!” 

“Dean!” Sam shouts at our brother, pulling on his shoulder to force him to stop. “You’re making it worse.”

My body feels extremely warm and my cheeks are damp with tears I hadn’t realized I was shedding. My stomach clenches tight and my vision blurs with the unsheded salty water and my shoulders quiver and the palms of my hands dig into my eyes as the reality really sets in that Charlie is gone.

“(Y/N)?” Dean kneels down and places a hand on my shoulder.

“I miss her,” I meet his eyes, my voice quivering. I haven’t cried this hard since Sam dragged Dean’s wounded body to his room, telling me that Metatron killed him.

Dean pulls me into his chest, my fingers wrapping tightly around the flannel. Dean hugs me tight, smoothing out my hair, mumbling, “I miss her too.”

After several long minutes of my brothers giving me hugs, Sam walks me to the car with me tucked under his arm, promising me that we’ll get back to the bunker and we’ll sit down and watch whatever movie I want. No matter how cheesy and romantic it is, we’ll watch it.

Castiel greets me with a weak smile as I take my spot in the back of the Impala, and my eyes drift to the cuffs around his wrist. My eyebrows raise, “why is he cuffed?”

“Rowena did something,” Sam answers bluntly. “We’re taking precautions.” Nodding along to Sam’s words, I tuck my bag between the seats and smile at Cas.

“Would you like me to heal that?” Castiel huffs out, slowly raising a hand towards his own eye. Before I can speak, Dean interrupts.

“Cas, you need your strength.” Cas seems to ignore my brother, still watching me as he waits for an answer.

“No, I’m good.” I sniffle, forcing a large smile. “It adds character anyways.”

Castiel smiles weakly before resting his head back and slightly closing his eyes. Dean speeds out of the parking lot, Sam grumbling something underneath his breath, and I lean back into the seat, my eyes growing heavy as I watch the trees pass by.

I’ll never forget you, Charlie. I close my eyes, hoping that maybe, just maybe, she can hear me wherever she is.


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Vacation Packing Timeline and Tips!

Hey guys! I’ve gotten a few questions about planning outfits for vacations, as well as packing. I thought I would share my “Vacation Packing Timeline” as well as a few tips and tricks I’ve discovered over the years that just make packing and traveling so much easier. My spring break is in one week, therefore over the past few weeks I have been preparing my clothes, bags, and myself for the trip! These are just a few things that I find helpful during packing/travel!

Preparing/Packing Timeline 

  • Two weeks before a trip: I like to use an app (Stylebook is my favorite; about $3 on the app store, but so worth it) to plan out my outfits that I will be taking on a trip. My general rule is to pack by outfit, not by piece, therefore I will plan specific outfits and save them to the app! I also like to pack things that I can pair 2-3 different ways, that way if I change my mind when I arrive at my destination, I have another way to wear an outfit and it wasn’t a total waste to bring it! For example, pack a top that can be worn with white jeans/regular jeans as well as shorts, but also can be paired with different shoes and jewelry to change the outfit from day to night! Of course there are a few exceptions to this rule…that super cute going out dress and pair of heels…but generally I try to follow it. 
  • One week before a trip: This is when I like to lay my clothes out! I push all my clothes to one end of my closet, and hang the clothes I plan on brining all in one section on the other side, therefore I can see all together how many outfits I’m bringing, if something is too similar, and if something can be paired a few different ways! This is also the time where I look at all my clothes and see if anything needs to be washed, sent to the dry cleaners, or ironed! This takes a lot of time out of packing, that way when I begin to fill my suitcase I know everything is clean and crisp; I don’t have to take time out of packing to clean/iron anything. 
  • One week before a trip: This is also the time where I like to start to pamper myself to ensure I look my best on the trip! I workout year round, but if you don’t, you might want to start a week or two before your trip just to flush out your body and make sure your face is clear and bright! I make sure to eat extra healthy this week, drink tons of water, and spend more time treating myself! I’ll whiten my teeth, use a face mask, exfoliate my skin, wax my eyebrows, get my nails done, and get a spray tan!
  • Five days before a trip: This is when I like to pair my jewelry with my outfits; I tend to always overpack jewelry and find that I don’t even end up wearing half of it! I pick 3-4 necklaces, 3-4 pairs of earrings, and 2-3 bracelets that can go with most, if not all outfits so that I minimize luggage space. This can also be done right from the beginning (or at the packing stage) to avoid an extra step and an extra days work, but I just love packing so much that I don’t mind having something to do each day haha. 
  • Three days before a trip: I like to grab my suitcase out of the garage and make sure I have all the bags I need to pack. Even when I’m not flying I just find it easier to pack everything in one huge suitcase instead of taking a few different bags. I may look funny with a giant suitcase pulling up to my friends house for the weekend, but for me, it’s just so much easier to have everything organized in one place. You can never go wrong with one giant suitcase that fits all your clothes, shoes, hair tools, makeup, accessories, bags, etc.! 
  • Two days before a trip: I begin to pack. I like packing at this point because if I find that I need to run to the store because I forgot something, then I have the time to do it. This reduces so much stress and anxiety for me because then I know I have absolutely everything I need and I’m not running around like a crazy person. This is also when I like to do my laundry that way I have clean pajamas, socks, t-shirts, and other things for the trip. 
  • One day before a trip: This is when I finalize packing. I lay out the outfit I plan on wearing the next day, and finish up my suitcase. Rolling your clothes into a suitcase really does save so much space, unless it is a thick or heavier item. Therefore I lay my jeans, jackets, and sweaters flat, then roll everything else! I will also fill up my travel size containers with shampoo/conditioner, face wash, face lotion, body lotion, etc. I store everything in gallon Ziploc bags because I’m paranoid that something will leak! While I’m doing this I will be checking off items on a packing list I made (because I’m crazy and an outfit planning app isn’t enough) just to make sure I don’t forget anything! Also, I will go through my pantry and fridge and throw out any food that will expire before I come back. I’ll pack a few snacks to have on the way to my destination. If I’m just going to a friends house or my parents house I’ll also pack a small cooler with the foods that are going to expire soon, but that I don’t want to throw out (fruits, veggies, sandwich stuff, milk, etc.). I’ll also clean my apartment and do the dishes so that when I come back from a trip everything is nice and clean so I can just relax after traveling.  

These tips may not work for everyone. However, I find that by taking a few minutes out of each day to check off these tasks I never forget anything while traveling and am so much more relaxed. I am a very organized person and love to take a little time out of each day to accomplish these tasks. I love packing and traveling, so this is fun for me. If you’re one of the people who isn’t obsessed with planning and packing, maybe just follow tips 2 and 7 ;) Hope this was helpful!

N.E.I.G.H.B.O.R.S Epilogue // Fanfic

Modern Friends AU // Nessian

The One With The Happily Ever After

Family Tree:
Elain and Lucien: Azalea (3) and Violet (16 months)
Feyre and Rhysand: Caden and Kaleb (2)

2 ½ years later

“Who put is in charge of all the kids again?” Nesta yells as she chases Caden into the living room trying to get the marker away from him. She spots Kaleb in the corner of her eye climbing onto the stair banister. 

“I think I heard Rhysand say something about ‘practice’ before dropping the kids and running away from their ‘kids free day’,” Cassian says, walking into the living room holding Violet. “Have you seen Aza?” 

Nesta pulls the marker out of Cadens hand and grabs Kaleb off of the banister. “No, I thought she was with you,” she sighs. “Keep an eye on them, I’ll look upstairs.” 

“Alright, who wants to help Uncle Cassian make some snacks?” he calls out. The boys start yelling coherent noises but they run towards the kitchen none the less. Cassian follows behind them bouncing Violet up and down making her squeal in delight. 

Nesta makes her way up the stairs of the home Cassian and her had bought last summer. They were still moving in but that was because they couldn’t decide who’s couch was softer or who’s TV had better quality. “Aza?” she calls out peeking her head into their bedroom and then the guest room. Both empty. 

“There you are, sweetie, looks like you got into my jewelry,” Nesta says crouching down in front of her and taking in all the necklaces and rings she had on. Nesta scooped her up and began walking back to her bedroom. “How about we take all of this off and then we can help the others make some snacks?” 

“Snacks! Snacks!” Aza cheers as Nesta sets her down on the dresser and begins to take the jewelry off of her. “Where did you get this?” Nesta asks, pulling one of the rings off of her finger and expecting it. It was definitely not the ring Nesta would have bought herself. It looked suspiciously like an engagement ring. 

“Wuncle Cassians offwice,” she shrugs, Nesta stares down at the ring lost in thought but Azalea nudges her shoulder pulling her out of her thoughts. “Snacks time?” 

Nesta slips the ring into her pocket before picking her up again. “Snack time.” 


“Feyre, it won’t come off,” Nesta says coming out of the bathroom and walking into the living room. When Elain moved back they had established a Archeron sister night the first friday of every month. Feyre had come early to help Nesta cook. 

“What won’t come off?” Feyre asks looking up from her phone. She spots Nesta tugging at her finger. “Cassian proposed? When did Cassian propose? Why was that not the first thing you told me when I showed up?” 

“Cassian didn’t propose. Azalea found the ring when we were babysitting her last week and I’ve just been hanging on to it,” Nesta explains. 

“Okay, and Cassian hasn’t noticed it’s gone? Why are you wearing it?” Feyre asks, taking Nesta’s hand to exam the ring. 

“I don’t think he’s noticed. He hasn’t mentioned it to me,” Nesta replies. 

“Why would he mention it to you? Your the one he’s going to propose too,” Feyre exclaims, tugging on the ring. “You still didn’t answer why you put it on.” 

“I wanted to see what it looked like! Then I started tugging on it and it got caught a little and I kept thinking about what would happen if it got stuck and then it did get stuck and I can’t go show Cassian that I know he’ll be crushed!” Nesta exclaims. 

“Wow, whats happening here?” Elain asks walking into the room and dropping her bag. Nesta puts up her hand. “Aw, Nes! When did Cassian propose?” 

“He didn’t,” Feyre and Nesta say in unison. “She found it and then decided to put it on.” Feyre adds. 

“Do you have any pam? or any grease pan spray?” Elain asks. 

“Yes but I don’t want to ruin the ring,” Nesta says as Feyre disappears into the kitchen to find the spray. “If I ruin the ring then I’ll have to tell Cassian that I found the ring and then proceeded to destroy it and it’s really pretty.” 

“I’ve never seen this disorganized, it’s weird,” Elain says. Feyre walks back into the room with the spray. “We get the ring off and then I’ll take it to my jewelers to get it cleaned. Everything will be fine.”


Cassian was finishing up getting ready to leave when his phone started ringing. “Cassian, speaking,”  he says, balancing the phone between his ear and shoulder while he finished packing. 

“Hi, this is Kelly, from Prythian Jewelers. This was Nesta Archerons back up number on file and she wasn’t picking up her phone so my boss told me to call you,” she says. 

“Okay?” Cassian asks slightly confused as to what this has to do with him. “How can I help you?” 

“Nesta dropped off a ring a last night to be cleaned and we wanted to let her know it was ready to be picked up,” Kelly replies. 

Cassian glances at his watch before saying, “Okay, I’ll pick up in a few minutes.” He figured it’d be a nice surprise for Nesta so she wouldn’t have to pick it up later and it was on the way home from work. 

“Alright, found it!” the employee says, grabbing the ring and placing it on the table. Cassian freezes when he sees the engagement ring he picked out months ago. The worker, puts the ring in a box and then puts it in a bag for him. “We resized it like you asked and cleaned the diamonds. Have you guys set the wedding date yet?” 

Cassian frowns as he takes the bag. “Not yet,” he says, as he pays. 

“Have a nice day,” the employee says. 


“I was wondering when you were going to get home. Was there traffic?” Nesta asks, looking up from her book when he walks into the living room. She spots the Prythian Jewelers bag in his hand. “Did I miss an anniversary?” 

“No, this is yours. The jewelers called and said your ring was ready to be picked up so I thought I would pick it up for you,” he says, walking over and dropping the bag in her lap. 

“Did you see the ring?” Nesta asks causally. He gives a look that says, ‘do you think I saw the ring?’ Nesta sighs. “I am sorry. I didn’t mean to see it. Azalea actually found it and then I wanted to try it on and it got stuck so Elain had to use grease spray to get it off-” she stops when Cassian starts laughing. “Why are you laughing? I thought you would be mad at me.” 

“Why would I be mad at you?” Cassian asks, sitting down next to her. “I don’t even know why I thought I would be able to pull of an epic surprise proposal. This is so us.” 

“What do you mean this is so us? Are you proposing right now? I am in a my pajamas! I don’t even know remember if I brushed my hair this morning!” Nesta exclaims. 

“Okay, I’ll just take this back then,” he says, reaching for the bag. She grabs his hand to stop him. 

“Actually, this is kind of perfect. We haven’t really had a normal relationship anyways,” she says, shifting so they are face to face. 

Cassian smiles as he pulls out the box. “Will you Nesta-” 

“Yes!” she exclaims. 

“-let me finish before you say yes?” Cassian retorts, raising an eyebrow. Nesta nods in a way for him to continue. “Nesta, I have known-” 

“This is taking way too long. I love you. You love me. That’s all we really need to know right? Now lets get married!” Nesta says, pulling him towards her for a kiss. 

                                                   The End 

Would you guys want me to do some prompts or start on another series? 

I also just want to thank you all for the endless support even through all the heartbreak. You guys rock.

Birthday Surprise

Theo Raeken X Reader

Word Count: 390

Requested: Anon

Request: could you do Theo x reader fic where it’s her birthday, she’s part of scotts pack and they forget so she has a bad day at school then like later that night Theo comes to her when he’s injured and ask her to bandaged him up or something and tells her happy birthday, he knew all day but was shy to tell her or something? (fluff? Theo also has like feelings for her..) (Sorry this is so detailed.) Thanks xx😊

Originally posted by eggstiles

You woke up happy when you woke up but it seemed like everything went down hill from there, it was your birthday and none of your friends remembered, you parents wished you a happy birthday but no one else seemed to and as you walked into school and saw the pack your spirits lifted but none of them said anything and then before you knew it you were on a downward spiral, you forgot pieces of homework and you were late to a few lessons too.

You walked home avoiding the pack and not going to the pack meeting, you got a text from Lydia after they were done.

L: Are you okay?
Y: Yeah fine.
L: Why weren’t you at the meeting?
Y: Didn’t feel too good so I went home.
L: Get well soon!
Y: Thanks

You pushed your head into your pillow and screamed hoping that you would feel better and you almost did, you spent the rest of your night cheering yourself up by scrolling through Tumblr and laughing at the posts. There was a tap at your window and you looked over to see Theo, your heart skipped a beat when you looked at him, you had a small crush on him but you’d never tell him that. You walked over and opened the window gesturing for him to come in. “What are you doing here?” You asked.
“I need your help.” He answered you looked down to see the blood on his hands and gestured for him to sit on your desk chair as you went to go and get the first aid kit, as you started to clean his wounds he started to talk. “You weren’t with your pack.”
“Your point?” You asked.
“Well, why weren’t you with them?” He asked and you shrugged he listened to your heart stutter as you started to wrap him up.
“Did they happen to forget something?” He asked and you stayed silent until you were finished.
“Your done.” You said as you stood up he grabbed your waist pulling you to straddle his waist. “What are you doing?”
“Happy birthday.” He smiled before connecting your lips. “I should have done that earlier.”
“Why didn’t you?” You asked.
“Would you believed that I was shy?” He asked.
“No, not really.” You answered.
“Well, you should.” He smiled

Requests and general question!

The Gypsy’s Curse Part 1


Another RP between @agmsye and I.

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Connor huffed as he made his way from the club to his car. It was a bad night at the club. Some gypsy guy was following him around and flirting with him when Connor was not interested. Connor was more looking to hook up with one of the hunkier guys he saw at the club. Finally Connor had enough and made a little bit of a scene when telling the gypsy to fuck off. Now the gypsy wasn’t bad looking, but he wasn’t muscular or athletic looking at all. Though he had to chuckle to himself about how he was cursed to “always see what he desired, but could not have it.” He chuckled to himself as he looked for his car.

The guy from the parking Service came up to him, wanting to help the Young man. He wasn’t exactly handsome or built, just some skinny pimple faced dork, probably wanting to get some Money. But as he came Close to Connor something happened. There was a bright flash and the dorky guy was gone. In his stead stood a prime example of a man. What seemed like seriously beefy muscles strained the tight t-shirt he was wearing, his bulging biceps threatening to burst out of the sleeves.

Connor’s jaw dropped. He stared at the new hunk before him. The park service’s guy smiled cockily, “Can I help you?” Connor simply shook his head no and the hunk shrugged his shoulders, heading towards the club. He was both horrified and incredibly turned on by what he saw. He hurried to his car, worried he had been given drugs or something.

He sped down the Highway to hs high way and seemingly exceeded the Speed Limit, because it wasn’t Long until he was stopped by a Police car. A policeman climbed out of the car and swaggered over to the waiting Connor. His breathing was heavy when he reached the car, his severe amount of extra fat having slowed him down. Connor winded down the window and another Flash let the slobby policeman disappear. In his stead stood now a black behemoth, leaning down into the car window.

The cop, Officer Burnman, stood at Connor’s window, his bulging crotch resting on his car window. “License and registration,” his deep bass voice rumbled. The younger man scrambled to get his papers and nervously hand them to the hot cop. Officer Burnman took the papers and bounced his pecs approvingly. He looked them over and handed them back to Connor. “Your left tail light is out. Get it fixed. I’ll let you off with a warning this time.”

Connor looked back up, past the officer’s straining shirt, “Thanks officer… Burnman,” he bit his lip, “Is there anything I can do to thank you?”

The officer grunted, “Just fix your taillight.” He turned around and Connor watched the officer’s muscled ass walk back to his patrol car.

Connor waited until the Police car was out of sight until he started his engine again. Slowly he drove to the outskirts of the town, parking in front of his house. He hurried upstairs and took the key out of his pocket, wanting to open the door, when his neighbour left his flat, his dog at his side. He was an average Family man, dressed in only a Jogging suit. But when Connor turned around and looked at him, the man was engulfed by a blinding Flash of light.

The jogging suit was pulled tight over every muscle of his neighbor, Tim. It was unzipped a little at the front, showing off his bulbous pecs that had a light covering of brown hair. Just about it, his chin now was sharper and had a short beard. Even his dog had changed from some small dog to a German Shepard. Tim smiled, showing his perfectly white teeth, and waved to Connor before jogging down the hall.

Connor was still perplexed at how he had been able to see the thick vein running along his neighbour’s thick biceps through the Jogging suit, when he entered his flat. He tried to comprehend what had happened. This all had started when the gypsy guy had “cursed” him. But that couldn’t be real, right? “Maybe it will look different tomorrow.”, Connor thought and went to bed, his dreams filled with pics of the parking guy, the cop and his neighbour. Connor awoke to the smell of cum and wet sheets. He was surprised as he hadn’t had a wet dream since freshman year of high school. He balled up the sheets and grabbed some detergent before heading down to the communal washroom, passing off the past events of the night and a long wet dream.

He was so lost in his thoughts he only barely noticed another guy Standing in the washroom. He stood there in only a pair of tighty-whities, his over clothes probably in one of the machines. As he greeted Connor, the Young man so lost in his thoughts that he startled and looked up. With another Flash the nearly nude man disappeared and was replaced with another hunk. The new man was seemingly of Asian origin and looked like he had just stepped off the cover of a Fitness Magazine. His tighty.whities had been replaced with a dark green pair of posing Trunks, that looked Close to giving in to the sheer size of the set of genitals behind it.

Kenichi, formerly Ken, turned back to his machine as he read the latest fitness magazine while he waited for his load to finish. Connor got a look at his prime, muscled glutes. Connor was so shocked he dropped his sheets and detergent. The hulking Japanese man turned back around, “You ok man?”

Connor bent forward to recollect his things, “Y-yeah.” He hurried at a machine on the other side of the room, his heart racing.

He started the washing machine and left the room, not wanting to stay near the hunky Asian for too Long, in fear of Shooting a load from his sheer presence. Kenichi only rolled his eyes at the stupid Performance and turned back to his Magazine. Soon later Connor was back in his flat, when the doorbell rang. He heard the mailman, a well known pudgy person, in front of his door. Connor only told him through the door to just leave whatever he had in front of the door, but the mailman insisted on his signature.

Connor could still hear the old rasp in the mailman’s voice. He looked through the peephole and breathed a sigh of relief. He smiled and turned the handle, not seeing the flash of light come from the cracks in the door frame. When he opened the door, he was greeted to what looked to be a football player wearing a mailman uniform. “Sign here,” the young jock in a mailman uniform said as he thrust the tablet to Connor.

Connor didn’t even look at the table when he signed, his gaze drawn to the formerly old mailman’s new muscles. “Whatcha staring at?”, the jockish mailman chuckled and bounced his heavy pecs, before taking back the signed tablet and Walking away, seductively swaying his ass as he did so. Open mouthed Conor watched the man walk away, his eyes fixed on the muscular bubble butt.  "What should I do?“, Connor asked himself, thinking of the endless possibilities his new power offered.

The timer on his phone went off, signaling that his load was finished. He didn’t have time to think and did not want his clothes stolen. He did his best to move stealthily down the floors to the bottom floor where the laundry room was. He was dodging kids, neighbors, and staff as he made his way to the room. Kenichi wasn’t there anymore and he was thankful it was empty. He took his now clean Sheets out of the machine and packed into a dryer, taking his dear time, assuming he was safe there. But he was wrong, just when he closed the dryer’s door, the door to the washing room opened and a guy stepped in. Connor recognized hm as the Grandson of the old Lady in the ground floor apartment. He couldn’t be older than 18, Kind of nerdy. That is until he was engulfed by a flash of light.

Now he looked like a nerd on steroids, literally. He still had thick rimmed glasses, but they complemented his face more than anything. His still wore a blue and white plaid button-up, but now it was straining to contain his immense torso. He bent down and put a bunch of women’s clothes into the hamper before carrying it back up to his grandmother’s room without saying a word to Connor. Connor quickly grabbed his basket and followed the hunk just to be sure. When he say the hunky nerd go into old lady Bella’s flat, he felt panicked again and ran back to his flat and double locked the door. He needed some time to figure it out.

I just wanted to protect you

Pairing: Liam Dunbar x Reader


Request by anon: Hi can you please write a liam imagine where he runs away because something is after him and he wants to protect the reader and she tries to find him? Btw you are such a great writer!!


Thank you :) I hope you like it ^-^


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I haven’t seen Liam in a while now. I even tried calling him but my boyfriend didn’t pick up. So I called Scott. “Hey Scott have you seen Liam?” I ask my fingers pounding against my leg. “No. He didn’t even show up to the Pack meeting. We should look for him.”

“Yes. I’ll meet you guys at the woods.” I say and end the call. I get my jacket and purse. I need to find Liam. What if something happened to him?


I get into my car and drive to the woods. The others are there when I arrive. “I already sent Malia and Stiles. Lydia is looking for him with Parrish.” I nod and follow Scott. “We will find him Y/N. I promise. "Liam? Liam?!” I yell and Scott listens. But there is never an answer.



“Maybe we should try the river? You like to go there together right?” I nod and we go there. “Liam?” we arrive at our place and I look around. Someone is sitting against the big tree we always lie under.



“Liam?” I run to the person but Scott stops me. “I’ll go first.” he pushes me behind his back and approaches the person. “Scott? Y/N?” I hear his familiar voice. “Liam!” I run to him and hug him. “Y/N I’m so sorr-”


Originally posted by theoraken


I slap him. “Do you know how worried I was! You could have told me that you had to do…whatever you did.” I hug him again. “I guess I derserved that.” he touches his cheek. “And what is with all the blood?!” I let go of him and look at my clothes. They are bloody now. “Someone followed me and I had to get him away from you Y/N.” he pulls me back into a hug.


“You could have called me Liam. You shouldn’t do this alone.” Scott kneels down beside us. “Yes Liam. You are dumb. And I hate you for being so reckless!” I feel the tears forming in my eyes. “I’m so sorry Y/N. I just wanted to protect you.”


He kisses my forehead. “Don’t you ever do that again!” he nods. “I promise.” I help him up. “Is he still following you?” Scott puts an arm around him. “No. I killed him. He is at the mill.” Scott nods. “Lydia and Parrish went there. They will find him.” we bring Liam to my car.


“I’ll take you home.” I put a blanket on the car set and Liam sits down. “Don’t you dare get my car bloody.” We drive to my place in silence. “Please talk to me Y/N.” he says after getting his clothes off and sitting in my bathroom.



Originally posted by fytwolf

“Why? You didn’t talk to me the whole week!” I start cleaning him with a little sponge. “I am sorry. Please Y/N. I only did it to protect you.” he runs his finger through my hair and smiles. “Ugh. Okay… I forgive you. But NEVER do that again.” he nods and hugs me when I finish cleaning him up. “C'mon. You have a lot explaining to do.” I drag him into the living room. The pack should he here any minute now.

Pack Mom - Part 1

Originally posted by halewinchester

Originally posted by little-dis-kaalista-pythonissama

Request//  Imagine being the pack mom????

A/N// Thank you for this request, we have been looking forward to writing this for ages, so we are going to separate it up into different parts.

Part 1  Part 2   Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9   Part 10   Part 11  Part 12  Part 13 Part 14

Ever since I started dating Derek, I started to become like a mom to the pack. They would always come to me when they needed help or someone to talk to. But I was more close to Liam. I didn’t know if it was just that he was just the youngest in the pack, so I felt like it was my job to protect him and that he got thrown into all this supernatural crap only a week and a half ago, or it was something else. But no matter what.I would be there for each and every one of them.

Today Derek and I had the pack come to the loft after school, so they could have a pack meeting, we all need to talk about the new threat in beacon hills. When I moved in with Derek I demanded that he goes out and buys some more furniture, just like some sofas and chairs so the pack have somewhere to sit during pack meetings and also some tables and chairs for the kitchen.

While I was waiting for school to finish I decided to clean up, make the loft look better, whilst Derek was out getting food and snacks for tonight.

I was nearly done when I heard the loft door open. It was Derek. His hands full of bags filled with a variety of snacks and drinks.

“Hi babe, did you get enough food?” I said sarcastically

“Hey and yeah I think I went a little overboard, but this is not all for tonight, it’s for the week.” Derek laughed

“Ohh right, well go and put it all away, and hide the good stuff so them lot don’t eat it” I joked

Derek did as I said, and then he walked over to me and pulled and me into his embrace, the loft door slid open, Scott, Stiles, Malia, Lydia, Kira and Liam, who looked like something was really bothering him, Walked in. Everybody took a seat on one of the sofa’s, but before Liam could sit down I pulled him into the kitchen.

When I got in the kitchen I pulled the young beta into a hug.

“Liam Hun, what’s up?” I asked

“It’s nothing Y/N” He answered, I let Liam go, to look at him.

“Li, I may not be a werewolf, but I don’t have to be to know that you are lying to me, so come on sweetheart just tell me what’s up” I inquired.

“It’s just..” Liam began but stopped.

“Come on, Just what Li?” I said.

“It’s Just that I have been fighting with my parents for the past week,I hate going home because I know there will just be another argument, I hate going home everyday,” he told me.

“Liam why didn’t you tell me? You know you could have told me at any point you don’t have to keep things from me” I said, whilst pulling him into another hug.

“I didn’t want to put my problems on you, their my problems not yours,” Liam said.

“Sweetie look at me,your problems are my problems to, and if I can, I will help you in any way I can, okay?” I told Liam, but then  I wondered why him and his parents were always arguing so you had to ask.

“Li, why are you and your parents arguing anyway?”

“They think my anger is getting much worse, and they don’t like how I hang around with all of you, they said I should hang out with more people my age, but I have Mason, they don’t understand, they don’t understand anything. Half of the time they don’t even care about me and when they do they just argue with me” he explained, then he said something else that I think he didn’t mean to say, because of his reaction.

“I wish you were my Mom”

As soon as Liam said it, his eyes widened and he shot out of the kitchen. It was the first time he had said anything like that before and it warmed my heart, because I was happy, that he feels that way, that he does have someone to go to, even when his actual mom isn’t there for him.

I walked back into the main room and everybody was already was in deep conversation, I had already heard about all this because of Derek telling me each night before we both go sleep.I Sat near Derek and he put his arm around my waist. I listened to everything that the pack had to say, but I couldn’t get what Liam said to me in the Kitchen off my mind “I wish you were my mom”.

The pack meeting ended so Derek and I  decided to let everyone stay a bit long and watch a movie or something. So I ordered in a pizza. Everybody just chilled out and chatted and some of them watched the movie. Halfway through the film, I heard something in the kitchen.

“Oh my god, I love these” Stiles shouted as he came through to everyone.

“Derek I thought I told you to hide the good stuff!” I said

“I did!” Derek exclaimed

“Oh please, can I have them. Please” Stiles begged

“Oh fine go ahead Stiles, knock yourself out,” I said.

I saw Derek walk into the kitchen.I followed him in. I saw that he was taking stuff out of the cupboard to putting them into a different cupboard behind everything.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“These are for us babe not them” He said slightly angry.

“Oh come on babe, you should of know we wouldn’t be able to hide something from them, some of them do have heightened senses” I joked

“Well that’s true, now come here” he told me

He pulled me into his embrace and planted a soft kiss onto my lips.

“What’s up with you?” Derek questioned

“It’s just something Liam said to me” I told him

“Why what has he said to you” He said through gritted teeth.

“Derek I didn’t mean it like that, he said that him and his parents have been fighting this past week and he doesn’t like going home, then he said he wished that I was his mom, Derek he is like a son to me, I don’t want him to feel like, I want him to be happy going home, I want to make sure he feels safe” I said with tears in eyes.

“Baby this is why I love you, you are so caring, well ill tell you what, We can let him stay here for the weekend, we have the spare room what he can stay in, then he can go home and stay with his parents and see how it goes” Derek said

“Oh Derek I love you so much you would really do that?” I said with a smile growing on my face.

“Yeah, well I know how much you see him as a son and how much you love him, and I want to keep you happy to, I don’t want you worrying when he goes and anyway, I’m not going to be here most of the weekend, so I don’t want you to be lonely” Derek explained

“Derek you are the best, I love you so much,” I said whilst Kissing him and Derek pulled me into a bear hug.

Derek and I went into the lounge to everyone, and they informed us that they should be getting off. When they said that I looked at Liam and I saw how upset he was. Everyone was heading to the door but I stopped Liam .I pulled him in the kitchen again.

“Liam, Derek and I have decided that you can stay this weekend, so you can let you parents cool off, so you don’t have to go home to all the arguing this weekend, but you will have to go on Sunday night so you can get up for School okay” I told Liam

“Really, I can stay?” Liam asked

“Yeah, but you have to do your homework tomorrow, then we can just chill, Derek will be out most of the weekend so it is just us two, and Liam what you said before you shot out the kitchen, that you wish that i was you mom, you don’t have to be embarrassed about saying it, Li you are like a son to me too, I love you and I want to make sure the you happy and safe, so please don’t be embarrassed to feel like that, yeah I may not be you actual mom, but I can be supernatural mom” I said pulling him into a hug. Liam looked up at me with the biggest smile on his face.

“Thank you so much mom”

Thank you for reading Let us know if you would like a Part 2 :)

Thanksgiving fattening (FFA fiction)

Thanksgiving is one of my favorite times of year. Well, scratch that. Everything from Halloween to New Years is my favorite because A. It starts getting a bit cold out and B. My already fat boyfriend really starts gaining. The only problem is that my family and I are going out of town this year so I’m disappointed I won’t be there to feed him. At least there will be leftovers. I stayed over at his apartment last night and I woke up early to make him a fattening breakfast of biscuits and gravy with hash browns, bacon, sausage, and pancakes. “Hey cutie,” he emerges from his room and wraps his arms around my waist from behind so his fat belly squishes into my back. “Hey fatty,” I reply as innocently as possible. “Damn. All that’s for me?” He asks, a bit surprised. “Well it’s definitely not for me!” I laugh considering I’m a mere hundred pounds and he’s hovering in the 400s as far as we can tell. He takes a plate of food and heaps on at least 2 servings. “Thanks babe. I’m starving.” “You always are,” I somewhat joke and he smirks deviously. He finishes his plate so I pile more food on and he complains “babe…I’m stuffed.” “I know,” I say innocently. “Don’t you want to get bigger? For me?” I tease him and sit on his lap, facing him. “God, yes. Of course.” His hands wrap around my waist gently and I feed him a forkful of pancakes. “Mm, that’s so good, Les,” he closes his eyes, savoring the flavor. He already feels fatter since we started dating just a few months ago. Even when he’s stuffed his belly is soft and jiggly which shows just how fat he is. “Keep eating.” I demand as I notice him start to slow down. He nods reluctantly but complies. “So what are we doing for thanksgiving? I want you to make me fatter.” God he’s so sexy. “I can ask and see if there’s room for one more…well you’re closer to the size of 3 people,” I jiggle his belly and he smiles. “Damn right! Thanks to my skinny girlfriend.” I’m still sitting on his lap, straddling him so he lifts and flops his belly onto my lap. One of the sexiest feelings EVER. Unfortunately I have to leave and when I get home I talk to my mom about him tagging along for thanksgiving. Unfortunately, she’s not a huge fan of David because she’s quite the health fanatic and thinks “I deserve better”, which is ridiculous. Im worried that if she lets David come with, the rest of my family will react similarly but I think it’ll be okay. Finally I convince her to squeeze in some room for David and I let him know. We’re leaving tomorrow so I stock up on fattening snacks since I know he’ll be hungry with the lack of food around my mother and I. He’s sleeping over so we can leave first thing in the morning and he’s so wide that he doesn’t completely fit on the couch. “Is there a weight limit on this thing?” He asks, somewhat serious. “I hope so. Please break it. I’d love to see my moms face when I explain that one.” I reach over and slide my hand under his shirt, exposing his massive, soft belly. His stomach growls which is great because we just ate about half an hour ago but I knew it wouldn’t be enough for him. “Don’t tell your mom,” he laughed and slapped his belly. I showed him my stash of junk food I got for the trip and his eyes lit up. “Wow you really do want me to get fatter!” He stifled a laugh. I had an entire bag packed of unhealthy snack foods like little Debbie cakes, mini donuts, Oreos, cinnamon buns, candy bars, Pringles, potato chips, everything. My boy has the biggest sweet tooth. We cuddle up on the couch and there’s no hope of him fitting on it when he lays down so we watch TV with his arm around my shoulder for a while and my hand discreetly under his shirt. I pull up the blanket over his belly so I can squeeze it without anyone noticing. I know he’s still hungry so I grab some candy from my stash for him and he eagerly starts eating. “Dinner wasn’t enough?” I joke. “Dinner? I thought that was a snack.” He jokes back. I throw a frozen pizza in the oven and he smiles, “thanks babe.” I walk back over and whisper “you’re going to be fatter before thanksgiving even comes.” “I hope so.” He replied, guiding my hand back under his shirt. “You will be.” I assure. He eats the entire pizza himself (with a little help from my encouragement) and falls asleep. Next morning we load up the car and I sneak out to Dunkin Donuts to grab some donuts and a breakfast sandwich for him. “God, you’re not even trying to hide the fact you’re trying to make me fat.” He whispered as I returned with the food. “My mom doesn’t know.” I replied hastily. “Let’s go in my room just to make sure she doesn’t wake up and see that these are all for you.” I catch his eyes widen because I’m sure he wasn’t expecting all dozen donuts and the sandwich to be his. He follows me to my room and I push him onto the bed and his fat jiggles for a second. “Eat.” I demand, guiding a chocolate frosted donut to his mouth. He opens willingly and takes a huge bite. As I’m feeding him with one hand, my free hand reaches for his shirt and I lift it so it’s sitting on top of his massive belly. He starts jiggling and squeezing it, teasing me. “Mm,” he practically moans. God, I’m so turned on watching him greedily eat the donuts I keep offering him and watching him play with his fat for me. “Mmm,” he moans a bit louder and eats a little quicker. He knows just how to turn me on. I hand him the donut he’s halfway finished eating and my lips gently kiss his soft neck. My tongue glides down to where his collarbone must be buried in fat and back up to his double chin. I move down and start kissing his massive belly as he continues eating and I leave a couple hickeys. “God, you’re so fat.” I say in between kisses. He just nods because he’s struggling to finish the donuts before my mom wakes up. He only has a few left so I’m encouraging him as much as I can. “You’re gonna look so sexy, you know that? With even more fat than you already have.” I whisper in his ear and kiss his neck. He eats faster and jiggles his belly some more. “Keep eating. Don’t stop. You’re almost there.” I take a handful of fat and squeeze, feeling it squish in between my grip. He finishes and I give him a glass of milk mixed with cream and he finishes the whole thing. “That’s my fat boy.” I kiss his cheek and clean up quickly. My mom’s up now and thanks us for loading the car and we head out once she’s done getting ready. It’s about a 5 hour drive so I’m glad I packed all those fattening snacks for David. Within about 2 hours he’s already discreetly snacking on some candy bars. I text him so my mom doesn’t hear and ask “thought you were soooo full from the donuts earlier.” He texts back “oh please that was hardly a challenge.” I roll my eyes and he pushes my arm playfully. We’re almost to my aunt’s house when my mom asks if we want mcdonalds and I immediately accept her offer, only of course she doesn’t know both orders are for David. He wants to eat a lot before thanksgiving dinner so he doesn’t look like too much of a pig. He wants to make a good impression but I’m sure he will, he’s perfect. We finally arrive and almost everyone’s already here. I jump out of the car to start unloading our bags when David whispers, “I’m actually pretty nervous.” I wrap my arms around him and reply, “babe you are perfect. If they can’t see that then it’s their loss.” “But what if I’m too fat? I just want your family to like me.” He looked so anxious I felt awful. I wish he didn’t have to worry about this. “Hush. They’ll love you. How could they not? You’re sweet and funny and you actually have your shit together unlike me.” I laughed and saw him stifle a smile. We followed my mom into the house and were greeted with hugs and introductions. “This is my boyfriend, David,” I tell my aunt and uncle. Their faces are hard to read but they’re respectful. It’s a bit warm in there and I notice David’s already sweating. “Well this is embarrassing,” he muttered. “I’m sure they don’t notice, it’s fine.” I reassure. A few of my cousins are here and they’re nice enough to David but they keep glancing at his stomach which he is painfully aware of. I can tell he’s trying to suck it in so i feel awful. “Babe, it’s okay. You don’t have to.” I gently touch his belly and he tries to smile. “Sorry.” He relaxes a bit. My grandma’s here and she gasps when she sees him. Thankfully, he didn’t notice. “Oh my,” she seemed taken aback. “Um, this is my boyfriend, David,” I motioned. He stood up from the couch to shake her hand and she was standoffish but smiled weakly. David sat back down and brushed it off. He took up at least 2/3 of the couch which made him look even more massive and I squeezed myself next to him. “You’re perfect.” I reassure. “Could everyone stop looking at me like I’m going to eat the entire turkey or something?” He shook his head, clearly distraught. “I’m so sorry. They like you though, they do.” I tried to assure him but he just looked down. “They keep staring at me. God, they probably think I’m rich or something since that’s the only logical explanation of why you would be with me.” He folded his arms and stared straight ahead. I traced my fingers along his back and promised he had nothing to worry about. I got up to get some water and I overheard my uncle talking to my mom in the kitchen. “We should have gotten another turkey, he’s huge!” He erupted in laughter only to see me scowling at him. “Oh hi Les, we were just…” I cut him off. “I know what you were doing.” I stormed out but didn’t tell David because he was already insecure about my family’s perception of him. I slipped my hand in his and admired his handsome face, double chin, and massive body. I don’t care what my family thinks. He kissed the top of my head and looked a bit more eased. Before dinner a few more family members congregated in the living room with us and tried to keep from staring. “I need some air,” David heaved and stood up and I followed. “I’m sorry. I thought they’d be better than this.” “It’s not your fault. I should’ve known by the way your mom treats me.” God I feel awful. I wish I could do something. “I should’ve known. It’s not your fault. I shouldn’t have known since my mom acts so rude. I’m so sorry, David.” I apologized. He wrapped his arms around me and held me. “It’s okay. You didn’t know. I’m not mad at you I just want them to like me.” I can only imagine how hard that is for him and we went back inside. The tension eased a bit and he started talking to my aunt and cousins about his premed studies and everyone was quite impressed. I’m so proud of him. We all talked a bit more before dinner and David seemed much more relaxed. When he came back from the bathroom he looked pale and upset. “What’s wrong, babe?” I asked. “Can I talk to you?” He asked flatly. “Yeah, sure. Is everything okay?” “Not really. Your drunk uncle just ‘politely’ asked what I did to get you and then proceeded to laugh when I said I didn’t do anything to convince you, you just happened to like me too.” God I could kill everyone in this room right now. “I-I’m so sorry. That’s not okay. I’ll go talk to him,” I started but David pulled my arm. “No, no. It’s okay. He just said what everybody’s thinking.” David scoffed. “I’m so sorry.” I placed my hands gently on his belly and he shook his head. “Come on. Let’s go. I’m fine, I promise.” He followed me back to the living room and avoided eye contact with everyone. Words could not describe how angry I was at my family. they disrespected him as if he was nothing. I want to scream at them but that would make for an awkward dinner, to say the least. David stood up and went to the kitchen and offered to help set the table. He’s too sweet. He set the table and smiled weakly at me. “Thank you.” I hugged him and he nodded. Everyone started playing up their food and David sheepishly took a small serving. My family was dispersed through the house now and a few were already sitting. David and I brought our plates and sat down. One of my aunts muttered something under her breath so I called her out. “Oh I was just joking. Your friend can take more food if he wants.” She said. “He’s my boyfriend.” I corrected. Then of course my cousin chimed in “looks like he’s gonna need it! I’m just playing, dude.” He smacked David’s arm and David finally lost it. “Seriously? I just can’t win. It doesn’t matter that I’m premed, or that I volunteer at shelters, or anything. I’m too fat, right? I could cure cancer and I still wouldn’t be good enough for Leslie!” He threw his napkin on the table and stormed off and I was right behind. “Baby, baby I’m so sorry.” I was following him out the door and he kept shaking his head. “I don’t know what I expected. I’m sorry I yelled at them.” He apologized but he had every right to yell. “It’s not your fault if they can’t see the guy Im in love with.” We were sitting on the curb and I wrapped my arm around his neck and he rested his head on my shoulder. “I love you.” He kissed my cheek. “I love you.” I squeezed him tight. We awkwardly went back in the house and David was flooded with apologies. “Thank you guys, I appreciate it.” He said graciously to everyone. It was still awkward but we were all eating and talking and David kept flashing little smiles my way. After dinner, David and I had to pick up pumpkin pie since someone forgot it. I grab the keys and I hear David’s stomach growl. “Hungry?” I asked. “Always.” He grabbed his belly where no one could see. He better not try turning me on right now. “Let’s go, sexy.” I grab his hand and lead him out the door. Once were at the car he abruptly pushes me against it and squishes his belly into me. “I’m so hungry. Please…please I need food.” He practically moaned. Fuck. Now I’m turned on. “Get in the car.” I demand. He obeys and we’re in the way to the store when I say “I hope you know I’m buying more than just pie.” “I’d hope so.” He grinned devilishly. My hand was firmly planted on his jiggly thigh when I noticed him unbuttoning his shirt. His fat spilled out more and more with each button he undid. My hand crept higher up his thigh and we made it to the grocery store. I wanted to buy food to stuff him with but I’m so turned on I don’t want to wait. I lean over and he pulls away, teasing me. “Nope. Food first.” “You’re going to regret saying that.” I warn. “Is that a promise?” He teases. “Just button up your shirt, fatty.” And he does. We quickly browse the store and buy 2 pies, a pre-cooked dinner for 2, and fries and onion rings from the deli. Before we even make it to the car he’s already eating the fries. His appetite is insatiable. I unbutton his shirt as he continues eating and plant kisses down his massive, jiggly belly that’s sitting on his thighs and pouring out in between them. His chair’s leaning all the way back and his belly still looks huge. I take my time sinking my hands into his fat and watching him melt as I jiggle and rub it. It’s so soft that my lips sink into it with the slightest pressure and he’s using one hand to press my face deeper into his fat belly. My hands grab and squish his love handles covered in stretch marks and I climb on top and start grinding my hips into his giant body. I sit up a little so I can see his fat belly jiggling, bouncing, and swaying each time I grind into him. He finished the fries and onion rings and takes handfuls of the pie and eats greedily, even though I know he’s getting full. “Feed me.” He breathes heavily and I oblige. I shove my fingers in his mouth and he gladly sucks them until they’re clean and it feels so good along with his fat pressing into every inch of me. “You’re so fat. God, just look at you. You can hardly fit in this seat.” I’m breathing heavy too now and he wraps his arms around me, squishing my small body into his obese one. “Feel how fat you’ve made me.” He demands. “You did this to me. Look at me.” He’s so out of breath which makes me grind that much faster. “You’re going to get so much fatter. I promise.” I’m about to climax and he’s so fat and out of shape that he’s sweating and desperately trying to keep grinding and he climaxes just as I do. His breathing is more like panting “oh god, oh god, you’re so sexy.” I mumble, trying to catch my breath as well and still holding onto his huge love handles. “That’s you.” He slaps my ass and pushes me into him again. “So…you ready for some dessert?” I ask, referring to the pie we still have to deliver. “Ughhhh babe!” He moaned in protest. “I warned you that you’d regret teasing me.” I smiled wickedly and he kissed me hard. “My stomach’s going to regret it.” He breathed. “I’ll be the judge of that,” I grabbed it and lifted it to watch it plop back into his lap, making even his surrounding fat jiggle.

Bad Decisions: Part 2

Part 1

Monday morning came sooner than you remembered, maybe because you had a hangover most of saturday.

You got out of bed and forced yourself to take a shower to wake up because you had to be to work soon. The water woke you up mostly and you finished getting ready by drying your hair before pulling it back with your hair pin and put some natural looking makeup on. You put a black pencil skirt and casual blue shirt to match before grabbing your bag and putting your laptop inside along the files you had brought home Friday. You went into the kitchen and poured some coffee in your to-go mug and grabbed a breakfast bar before grabbing your heels and keys.

You drove to work and grab your purse before rushing in.

“Y/N I need the files from friday our clients are asking for them and they were not at your desk.” Your manager found you the second you came in.

“They’re right here I finished them up at home over the weekend.”

“You can’t do that some of our clients have very public profiles and we can’t risk any exposure to them okay?”  

“Yes sir I’m sorry.”

“Alright there’s a new stack on your desk I need them done before you leave today.”

You went to your desk and dropped your bag down. You did accounting data entry for some people that you never actually got the name of because your boss only referred to them by their client number. You had a suspicion that was because you were dealing with some politicians but on the other hand your office was kind of a dump and not in the best neighborhood but it was definitely discrete.

You pulled your laptop and got to work and you had a small chunk of the stack done when your manager came over.

“Y/N I need you to drop something off for a client.” He handed me a manilla folder. “Don’t open it it’s private but he own the club at this address you can walk over there because melissa is sick and they’re demanding it now.”

You didn’t know why any of the damn clients here couldn’t use email for the love of god but you got up and grabbed your purse before putting the folder inside before leaving the building.  

You decided to walk since the address was so close. When you arrived your jaw dropped you were standing at the door to the House of Cards, The Jokers club. You took a deep breath and walked in there was a high chance he wasn’t here because it was the middle of the morning.

Walking in your heels clicked on the ground as you looked around it was surprisingly barren and empty.

“Hello? Is anybody here?” You walked over to the bar to see if anyone was back there. You couldn’t see anyone but your felt like you were being watched.

“What are you doing here we’re not open right now?” You turned around to see a man in a suit come from a door behind you.

“I was asked by my…” he stood over you making you feel shorter than you were. “ My, Um… Manager asked me to bring this over.” You opened your purse and started to look for the folder. You went over to the bar and started pulling things out to find it placing things all over the bar. You found the right folder and quickly placed everything back before turning to face the man. “Here you go um… our client was asking for it there’s a business card if they have any questions.”

You backed out of the club and rushed back to work. The last thing you remember seeing was a flash of green from the upstairs balcony but you were in a rush to leave so you didn’t take a chance to look back.

You went back into the office to find more files and a note on your desk saying they needed to be finished by tomorrow. You were gonna have to work late tonight you sat down and put headphones in and started to zone out while working on the files. You sometimes wished they could just have everything digital to begin with but now that you had met one of the clients you were questioning if it was a different type of person who needed to lay low.

You lost track of time and accidentally fell asleep at your desk. You were woken up by jeffery the night guy who helped keep the office clean.

“Hey Y/N it’s like ten at night why are you still here?”

“I must’ve fell asleep working so late.” You looked to see you had at least finished your files and placed them on your desk neatly and packed up your purse. You started digging around for your keys but you couldn’t find them… had you left them in the club by accident?

You called your roommate to tell her you had just had fallen asleep at work and would be home soon.

You grabbed a cab and headed home and paid him with a few twenties before going into your apartment building. You went into the apartment after climbing up the three flights of stairs. It was the best place in the world but it wasn’t the worst in Gotham by far. You went straight to your bedroom after leaving your work heels by the door. You put your purse on your desk that faced out the window then went and sat on the bed. Something odd stuck you that you had sat on you got up and saw your keys and a playing card, the joker card. You looked over to your desk to see your window was open and the curtains were blowing as he cold night air came in.

Somehow the Joker had figured out these were your keys and where you lived. Then he broke into your apartment and made it blatantly obvious that it was him by leaving a calling card, littalary.

You rushed out of your room looking for your roommate to make sure she was okay you looked around the kitchen and living space before you rushed into her room. You saw a lump on the bed, “Oh my god nooo Jennifer!” you ran over and shook her.

“Y/N what the hell I was asleep.” You gave a sigh of relief and sank onto the side of her bed. “Y/N what’s wrong?”

“Jennifer he was here in the apartment.”

“Y/N who are you talking about nobody was here I was home cleaning most of the day.”

“I had to go drop a file off because melissa was out today and it was to the club. I must have dropped my keys and he put them on my bed.”

“Y/N who are you talking about?” She got up and went into your room. “Holy shit the Joker was here. He was in your room Y/N!”

“I know that!” You were practically shaking because you were afraid of what he might have in mind for you. With him being Bat Shit Crazy, figuratively speaking, you had a feeling it wasn’t good. “I’m gonna sleep on the couch.” You went into your closet and grab some pajamas.

“Y/N you do know that isn’t gonna stop him he’s crazy.”

“That’s why I am also sleeping with this.” You pulled an aluminum baseball bat out from under your bed. “I’m gonna go change in the bathroom.”

You walked into the bathroom and put the pants and tank top on then cleaned your face and finished getting ready for bed.

You went into the living room and laid down on the couch with the bat resting near you. You closed your eyes but you don’t think you ever actually slept.

Part 3

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Fools  Part 1

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Warning: Abuse (from father, even if you have the nicest father in the world just pretend you have a terrible one. And for those who are going through actual abuse. I am dearly sorry fro using it in this story. I hope you find a way out of your hell.) Strong language, Sad, love, possibly some smut (in the future)

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(btw I would recommend listening to Namjoon and Jungkook’s version of Fools before reading. On my watt pad page ill post the media and I’ll try and do the same for my Tumblr blog? Yeah, anyway this will be a multi part. Love you guys!)

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The Author’s Pen (Regina Mills x fem!Reader)

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Fandom: Once Upon a Time

Pairing: Regina Mills x fem!Reader

A/N: My first imagine of my month long break! I’ve been wanting to write something for Regina, so here we go!

Originally posted by perksoflanalovato

I was cleaning the Mayor’s office when Henry barged in, startling me. My elbow knocked into a vase, one of Regina’s favorites. It tumbled through the air and fell to the ground, shattering. I cringed as the glass spread across the tile.

“Oh, crap,” I muttered, dropping to my knees to gather up the pieces.

“I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I just wanted to know if you knew where my mom was, but it looks she isn’t here,” he said, squatting down to help me clean up.

“Oh, please don’t, Henry. I don’t want you getting cut up. Regina would kill me.” Gingerly, I picked up the larger pieces and moved to drop them into the trash. I grabbed the broom from the closet and swept the remains into the dustpan.

Henry laughed, taking the trash can from me and pulling out the bag. “My mom could never do that. She loves you too much.” At my skeptical look, he added, 

“Honestly. You two need to tell each other how you feel already. If you don’t, I may have to take the Author’s pen to the book to get it over with. Everyone can see how much you care for each other.”

“Henry,” I warned my cheeks flushing. I returned to cleaning to hide the look of embarrassment on my face. 

Was I that obvious? I always tried to hide the fact I had feelings for the former Evil Queen. Her strength had always been admirable. It was something that had first attracted me to her. Granted in the Enchanted Forest she had been a little more … forceful and angrier, but since the first curse, I could see the difference in her, even when no one wanted to believe it in the beginning. Regina had become kinder, more loving. And I fell further for her.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Regina and I are just friends, Henry. Please don’t make something more of it.” When I thought I had successfully masked my embarrassment, I turned to face him. “If I come across her, I’ll let her know you have been searching for her, okay?”

Henry rolled his eyes, a smile still on his face. He didn’t believe a single word I said. I could see it plainly on his face. There was a hint of something suspicious in his eyes.

“Henry, don’t,” I warned.

He shrugged and started towards the door, keeping silent.

“Henry!” I hollered as he left the office. Huffing, I rubbed my face. “That kid will be the death of me, I swear.”



Two hours later, I had finished cleaning the Mayor’s Office for Snow. The floor practically sparkled. I was impressed with myself and overly ready for lunch.

Shutting up the office, I headed out to Granny’s, hoping the diner wasn’t packed already. I sent Snow a text on the way there, letting her know the Office was finished and ready for her whenever.

Honestly, too kind of you, y/n. You really didn’t have to!

I sent her back a quick reply:

It was nothing. :)

And it was the truth. Snow had always been kind to me. This was the least I could do for her, especially when her and Charming were so busy with little Neal.
Grumpy and Doc were leaving and were kind enough to hold the door open for me as I entered.

The diner wasn’t as full as I had been expecting, but most of the booths had been filled. I moved down the aisle and reached one of the empty seats at the counter. Granny was busy as she fluttered across the floor, taking orders when there weren’t enough waitresses to take care of the influx of patrons entering for the lunch rush.

“Same as usual, y/n?” Granny called out when she returned behind the counter, handing slips to the chef.

“If you can, Granny. I don’t think I’ve seen you this busy in a while!”

Granny snorted, adjusting her glasses as she stared at me. She opened her mouth to say something when she spotted something over my shoulder. She frowned, eying the figure up and down before saying, “And do we owe the pleasure? You want the usual, too?”

“As wonderful as always, Granny,” Regina said, making herself comfortable on the seat beside me. “I have this feeling she still doesn’t like me.”

I frowned slightly and nudged her with my shoulder. “Don’t mind her. She’s just stressed over the amount of people in here today.”

“Is there ever a time where you don’t try to cheer me up?” Regina asked, facing me.

I tapped my chin, pretending to think it over. “Probably not, but this may be one of those times. I kind of accidentally broke one of your favorite vases. Henry scared me and I knocked it over.” 

“Was it the blue and silver one?”

I bit my lip and nodded, afraid she would be upset.

Regina pouted. “I did really like that one. But I suppose you will have to make it up to me though.”

“Oh, that reminds me. When Henry stopped by the Mayor’s Office this morning, he said he was looking for you. I told him I would let you know if I saw you.”

Her look changed at that. She glanced away as Granny placed our meals on the counter. We were both having sandwiches. Mine was an Italian meat sandwich on white. Her’s looked like mine, but the meat was different. I think there was turkey and ham on hers.

“Yeah,” Regina said, drawing out the word. “I ran into Henry on the way over. He was excited to show me something.”

I took a bite of my sandwich, relishing in the delicious flavors as they danced across my taste-buds. “Ugh, they always make the best Italian sandwiches. So, what did Henry want to show you?” I wiped my hands on my napkin and took a sip of my drink.

Regina hadn’t touched her food yet. Her cheeks were lightly flushed as she reached into her purse and pulled out a large folded sheet of paper. She handed it to me without glancing in my direction.

Confused, I took the thick parchment and unfolded it. My cheeks were red as I stared at the image drawn on the torn-edged storybook page.

“Henry said this appeared this morning on top of the Storybook,” Regina admitted, her voice uneven.

“But, I don’t understand. I thought he wanted to talk to you about another mission or something,” I croaked out, my voice cracking. 

Regina cleared her throat, finally looking my way. I could feel her eyes on me as I stared at the image of us kissing.

“Apparently this was one of his missions. Though it seemed the book beat him to it.”


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Inspired by @copperbadge​ and also the fact that it is super cold and rainy today, I’m going to do some fall cleaning!  Hooray!  Let’s see how much I can get through!

-Clean the front porch
-Vacuum first floor
-Vacuum second floor
-Laundry- Clothes
-Laundry- blankets and sheets
-Run and empty dishwasher
-Scrub stove/oven
-Wash fridge
-Wash kitchen floor
-Take out winter clothes
-Put away summer clothes
-Pack up clothes I didn’t wear all summer to donate
-Water/trim plants
-replant aloe pups and spider plant babies
-rearrange Pops (I have a PROBLEM)
-put away craft stuff
-Wash bathroom
-Finish next chapter of fic