Okay, no, seriously though, it really does make me sad that so many people seemed to have no idea what I was talking about when it comes to connecting things for energy transfer.
So, what even is an energy tether?
I personally use the term “energy tether” to describe this type of energy work, but they could be called anything - energy cords, energy feeds, etc. Basically, it’s a metaphysical connection to allow a direct and continuous flow of energy from a source into a target. And I say target, because it doesn’t need to be an inanimate object - it’s possible to do this with yourself too.
That sounds a little convoluted, Richtor; can you break it down a bit more?
Yes, I know, I’m fancy with my words. You’re creating an energetic line between two things, one thing to be used as a battery, to allow energy to constantly flow from the battery into the second thing, keeping it charged / powered forever.
Are you serious?
Why don’t we do this for everything in magic?
Honestly, I don’t know. If you’ve got an understanding of energy work and visualization, it really isn’t even that hard to create one. It can even be done with representational magic if you really wanna go that far, but it’s not that complex when you get down to it.
I’m assuming it’s just a case of, people don’t think about it like that, or, it wasn’t as widespread a thing as I thought it was.
Can’t we just do this with passive charging, like how we charge things in moonlight?
Yes, but objects only hold a limited amount of energy before they become full; once you’ve used up the energy, you need to recharge it again. Creating an energy tether allows a constant flow of energy, so as it is being used up by your intent or goal, it just refills itself.
To me, passive charging is no guarantee that the energy will stick or be absorbed by the object, and that is also why I prefer things that require focusing on the energy yourself (direct channeling), or this method.
What *can* you use energy tethers for, anyway?
Basically anything you want to keep charged for extended periods of time. Optimal for sigils, any sort of charms - hell, you can even connect thoughtforms / servitors this way. But, seriously, anything you want to keep constantly charged with minimal effort, this is a way to do it.
What can you use for “batteries” or power sources?
Anything that produces an almost endless amount of energy. The sun is the first and most obvious one I think of. You can use anything else that produces a lot of energy, though. If you live near a dam, or those electricity windmills, those would work. Power lines and electric generators are awesome, and a great way to incorporate different feels of energy (and tech magic) into your practice. Space, even; like, the entire damn thing. If it produces energy, it can be tethered.
What do you mean about different feels of energy?
This isn’t specific to tethers - all things that have and produce energy have different “feels” to them. The sun is more hot and energetic than the moon, which is cool and calming. Rose quartz is a bit more gentle than, say, jasper, which is hot and fire-y. Tiger’s eye is more solid and stable than clear quartz, which is fluid and mold-able to almost any intent.
We all experience feels of energy differently, however; these are just how I “energetically feel” those things.
(You also don’t need to “feel” anything to still do energy work, but that’s like a whole ‘nother post.)
Can you tether to something that doesn’t have unlimited energy?
Sure, yeah, but you’ll drain it, and then it won’t be fulfilling its purpose anymore.
So, you could use yourself as a power source?
You could, but it’s super draining and I wouldn’t recommend it. That object would constantly be taking your energy away from you, and it could have bad consequences, including physical ones - physical exhaustion is a side effect that can occur when you use too much of your energy, and I see it happen often to people who are not careful about their energy expenditure.
You can create switches for your tethers. As in, you can cinch them, close them off, to stop the flow of energy. Like you can turn on a pipe to get water flowing, then shut it off just as easily - you could create a “modification” for a tether similar in that manner.
Can these energy lines be broken?
Yep, absolutely. You can do it yourself if you no longer want them, someone else could do it if they could sense them, or they can naturally fade over time if you don’t give them proper upkeep and care.
Wait, upkeep? What happened to endless energy?
Yes, upkeep. You’re creating something to funnel energy, with energy. Energy needs to constantly be molded and kept in shape, or else it tends to just drift away. It really isn’t that hard to upkeep, though.
How do you keep your energy tethers safe from other people?
Just program that into them when you make them.
Any disadvantages to using an energy tether?
It depends on how you view the term disadvantage.
I think the thing that energy tethers lack is that bit of personalization that we often talk about being important in witchcraft. For example, you can keep a thoughtform powered by the sun, but it won’t contain your energy, won’t be as personally tied to you as if you charged it with your own energies. That can lose a lot of impact, when you really think about it, especially considering the nature of thoughtforms and the like.
Not to mention, you can overwhelm yourself with energy if you use a tether to connect yourself to an external source that produces more than your body can handle. You know how you can be overwhelmed by external energies, just by walking around? Yeah, now imagine that pumping straight into your body without a natural exit channel. Not fun.
Are there any other applications for energy tethers?
Fuck yeah. Use them to draw energy out of a target, in the form of a curse - literally sap their energies away so they have none left for their daily lives.
You can even connect yourself and another person with energy tethers, if you want to be able to share energy more freely and with more ease. (This is basically what I did with @ashesforeverashes, in a sense.)
Some people don’t like their energies taken without consent, though, and certain witchy protections can even prevent these sorts of tethers from forming in the first place, so keep that in mind.
Okay, all this talk about tethers, are you gonna show us how to make them?
Only if you ask nicely.
Okay that’s better.
It is essentially just a combination of energy work, intent, and visualization.
The first thing you need to do, is have an object you want charged.
Now, pick an energy source. You don’t need to be able to see it, but it can help.
Relax yourself, clear your mind if you can. Hold onto your object in your hands.
If you can, look at your energy source; this is clearly not applicable with the sun, so close your eyes and have your face turned toward it. If you can’t see your energy source, picture it in your mind as clearly as you can. Try to get a feel for its energy as well as you can, too.
Once you are confident with your source, imagine a cord connecting from it and to your object you want to keep charged. A nice visualization for this would be seeing the particles form together out of thin air to form your tether - literally materializing out of nothing and attaching to the source, creating a line that is slowly building down from the source and to your object. This can be done in whatever way you wish - just make it.
Take as long as you need to allow the cord to be build from your energy source to the target - it can take some time, depending on the distance and how experienced you are with energy work.
While you are creating it, focus on any attributes you want it to have - a thick cord that is hard to break, a shimmery appearance so no other magic users can see it, etc. Keep in mind the purpose of the cord, what you want it to do, how you want it to behave, and fuse that into it as it is being formed. If you wish to incorporate a switch, in order to turn on and off the flow of energy, now would be the time to do so - more visualization and intent, and declarations of “I can halt this flow of energy whenever I desire” should do the trick.
Once the cord is in place, you want to draw energy from your source and into the object, through the tether. Make it clear that energy only flows one way through this particular tether. Continue to draw from the energy source and down into the target, until you begin to feel the energy flowing through the tether naturally. Once energy is accumulating into the object on its own, you know the tether is complete.
For the upkeep; about once a week or so, focus on the tether and visualize it still being strong, without any gaps for energy to sift through. See a smooth, clean flow of energy from your energy source and into the target. If there are any obstructions, break them down and funnel them out.
What was this “representational magic” method you mentioned?
As a boost, you can have a representation of your energy source physically attached to the object or target, if you can. So, for example, you could have a tiny model of the sun, connected to the physical vessel for a thoughtform, by a piece of string. This can help keep the energy tether strengthened in a “physical” aspect, especially if you bind the physical to the energetic. Not to mention, just looking at it, you are reaffirmed that the tether is there and the object is charged, and that can assist with the upkeep.
Are there any “modifications” for energy tethers?
Totally. You can change the “material” you make the tether out of. Think of how people can put spikes onto personal shields, or make them have reflective surfaces - it’s sort of like that, but moreso changing the tether itself into something besides a beam of light. It can be a black cord like the ones electronics use; it can be made out of natural rope or hemp; it can be just a metal pipe that the energy slides through. Try to think about how each “material” might impact the flow and/or feel of energy.
You can also have one tether break off and charge many items at once - you don’t need a separate tether for each thing. Just focus on your tether and how it can fork, and imagine another branch coming from it naturally. Or, if you’re adding a separate line after the original tether has been “installed,” imagine a separate line growing or being molded from the first and down to the new object.
And there you have it - my post on energy tethers. Obviously this isn’t complete or all encompassing. This is just my view on these energetic cords, what they are, and how they can be made and used. I wrote this off the seat of my pants, but I think I covered everything I intended to. (And it feels hardcore like the old windvexer posts to me, which I’m not bothered by lol.)
I hope this helps you guys, or inspires you, or whatever. If you have any more questions, I… guess I can open my ask box, as long as y’all behave. Good luck, and have fun!
Ladybug sat at the top of the Eiffel Tower, her head in her hands, wondering how she could have possibly screwed things up SO badly.
She heard the light footfall of her partner landing behind her. She couldn’t say she was surprised, he had never been one to leave her to stew in her own misery.
“So…” he drawled, coming and sitting beside her, “that was an interesting broadcast today.”
“It was a disaster,” she moaned, still not looking up at him, “I should just throw myself off this tower and put myself out of my misery.”
“Oh come on, it’s not as bad as all that,” Chat said, patting her awkwardly on the back.
She turned and glared at him. “It was a live stream, Chat! LIVE! It’s out there. Right now!”
“True,” he conceded, nodding his head, “but it’s not like you said anything horrible. It was kinda cute actually.”
“You don’t understand,” she moaned, slumping over so until she was curled up in his lap, “I’ve ruined everything! What sort of an idiot starts babbling about their crush on a live broadcast.”
“Well, apparently you,” Chat said with a light laugh, cautiously reaching forward to play with the ends of her hair, “and about half of the rest of the known world. It could be a lot worse buginette.”
“Do you think there is a chance he didn’t see it?” she asked hopefully, looking up at her partner’s thoughtful expression.
He gave her a pitying smile. “I think you’re pretty much out of luck their bugaboo. You already have a ship name and everything. It’s trending on twitter.”
“Ugh, that’s terrible,” she groaned, curling up tighter and burying her face against his leg.
“I don’t know,” Chat teased, “I thought Ladrien had kind of a nice ring to it.”
“This can’t be happening,” she moaned.
“Hey, come on. What’s this really about? Is it really going to be so awful for the guy to know you like him? He might be flattered.”
“It’s not that,” Ladybug said softly, “I mean, it’s MORE than that. I haven’t even told him I liked him- as myself, my not Ladybug self I mean. And now… let’s say he does feel flattered? That just means I have made myself my own competition! And it’s not like I can just go up to him and be like: Hey, by the way I’m Ladybug and, as you already know, I’m totally in love with you! Want to date me now?”
“Oh god,” Chat said with a sudden sense of horror, “there are going to be so many desperate fangirls trying to do that.”
“I didn’t even think about that! If he didn’t before he’s definitely going to hate me now. I might be the only person in the world who can simultaneously confess to her crush and make it harder for him to notice me!”
“You really are one of a kind there bugaboo,” Chat said giving her another reassuring pat on the shoulder.
“And what if this puts him in danger? I mean I might as well have stamped a butterfly tattoo across his back saying property of Ladybug, please exchange for one miraculous!”
“Please don’t do that. I am told that models need to be very particular about what they put on their skin.”
“It’s not funny. What if I honestly made him a target?”
“Hey,” Chat said “I promise you, if anything happens I will be the first person on the scene.”
“Thanks,” she said gratefully, reaching up and catching his hand in her own.
“So, you’re in love with the model boy,” Chat said softly, rubbing his thumb absently against the back of her hand, “gotta say I didn’t see that one coming.” “Yeah well, it’s not like it really matters anymore,” she sighed, “it’s not like it would ever happen.”
He scoffed at her, rolling his eyes theatrically to show his clear contempt for her pessimism. “So tell me My Lady,” he asked shifting slightly so that he could look down at her with a playful smile, “what is it that you see in this guy anyways?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know.”
“You don’t want me, so clearly you aren’t after the guy for his looks,” Chat said wiggling his eyebrows flirtatiously.
“No,” Ladybug laughed, “although they don’t hurt.”
“Why My Lady, was that you finally admitting that you find me attractive?”
“You’ve always been attractive and you know it,” she said reaching up and flicking his bell. “As you can see I’ve just had my attentions elsewhere.”
“Oh so this is a long standing attachment then? How long have you been dreaming of being M’Lady Agreste?” he teased poking her lightly on the nose.
“Almost from the first day I met him. It will be two years next week,” she said softly.
“The start of school,” Chat murmured, “you know him then?”
“yeah,” she admitted reaching blindly around to catch his other hand and pull him to her like a security blanket. “We were in the same class in college and we still have a few classes together now. Plus our friends are dating so we hang out a lot.”
“You two are close then,” Chat said a little breathlessly, “that… well that certainly clears things up.” “Yeah,” Ladybug said, “it’s not just some creepy celebrity crush. I mean, it kind of was that too. I have like 2 dozen photos of him plastered on my wall that I used to practice talking to because for the longest time I could barely string a sentence together around him, it was kind of embarrassing. I got over it eventually, but by that point I didn’t really have the heart to take the pictures down.”
Chat gave her a warm smile. “I can see it now, you stuttering and tripping and shooting the poor confused boy adorable awkward smiles before running off in the opposite direction.”
“Shut up,” Ladybug said but she couldn’t help grinning at her partners soft tone and fond smile. “I got better.”
“I know.” He raised one of her hands to his lips and gave her a delicate kiss. “So you still haven’t told me what you see in this guy,” he challenged, “If I am getting demoted to your rebound choice I deserve to know what I am up against,” he said slyly.
“He’s kind,” Ladybug smiled, filling with warmth as she thought about her love. “He always wants to see the best in people,and he… he is just good, you know? The kind of goodness that doesn’t come from ignorance or being sheltered, but that has seen pain and and heartache and loss and yet still chooses to be good.
“That is high praise indeed My Lady.”
“You aren’t going to make fun of me for this?”
“No My Lady. If anything I am going to love you more for it.”
She gave him another grateful smile before sitting up. The sun had begun to set and she knew she should be getting home. She probably had a dozen of so missed calls from Alya waiting for her.
“Well who knows,” she said attempting to be flippant. “Maybe he’ll finally just reject me and I will change my mind about you Kitty.”
“Wouldn’t that be a twist,” Chat laughed climbing to his feet and offering her his hand to help her up as well.
“It would probably be for the best,” she sighed. “It’s not like we can be together. Not with Hawkmoth still on the loose. There is too much at stake. And I don’t know if I could bear having to hide my identity in a relationship.”
Chat grinned again. “You are very wise My Lady.”
“Mostly I am just telling myself that so I can feel better,” she admitted and was rewarded with a loud melodious laugh.
“You know,” he said, eyes twinkling “you are probably right. Clandestine meetings, midnight makeout sessions, it’s probably better to hold out for the real thing.”
“Besides, I hate to break it to you My Lady but I have a sinking feeling that #Ladrien is not to be.”
“And why is that Kitty?”
Chat said looking out at the sunset, “not to be the bearer of bad news but I have it on very good authority that your lover is very much spoken for.”
“oh?” Ladybug said trying not to let her disappointment show.
“Yes, completely and hopelessly in love. Someone at his school in fact.”
“And who is this mystery girl?” she asked.
“It’s right on the tip of my tongue,” Chat said his eyes glittering with something she couldn’t quite name, “it will come to me. I’ll have to tell you next time I see you.”
“Well thanks for the heads up,” she said leaning over to give him a kiss on the cheek, “and thanks for cheering me up.”
“Always My Lady. I should probably get heading home myself.” he pulled out his staff and and extended it.
“Oh,” he said, shooting her a final grin as prepared to depart, “I do remember one thing.” “And what’s that?”
“The mystery girl, I knew there was something about her that I found particularly delectable.”
I do! I hope you like these, if anyone sees any that I missed don’t hesitate to let me know! (Gif by @viktvr!)
like your french girls by ebenroot, Teen, 102k In which Victor is an artist, Yuuri is his figure skating muse, and Yuri is so done hearing about their stupid love story through Instagram. WOW THIS IS AMAZING!!
Yuri On Paper by WhiteMarsh, Explicit, 10k (WIP) Yuuri has looked up to brilliant artist Victor for nearly a decade so when Victor hosts a six-month art class, he jumps at the opportunity. What could go wrong? Pretty much everything. This is great so far!
Ink on Ice by Daughter of Vayu (aquaregia), Teen, 43k Because a mangaka and figure skater just didn’t mix together. Or so people thought until they saw Katsuki Yuuri and Viktor Nikiforov. This is such a good fic!
Wings by maygunbun, Gen, 2.2k Street artist Katsuki Yuuri wakes up to find that his wall art has been altered by the famous Viktor Nikiforov. From there, the two get to know each other despite having never met face-to-face, for a picture speaks a thousand words. Thumbs up!
life and love by novocaine_sea, Gen, 12k Twenty-two year old Yuuri Katsuki travels to Italy to study photography. One day, while going around the city taking photos he gets lost and ends up at a coffee shop, ultimately meeting one Victor Nikiforov who would take him all around Florence, showing him what life and love are really all about. Italian Victor… I mean?? So perfect!
Scrambled Eggs and Waffles by ayyyywhatsup, Teen, 9.1k Yuuri, someone who hates mornings, picks up a job at his parent’s breakfast diner. If it weren’t for his friends Yuuko and Phichit, he’d have probably fried off his face by now. Viktor comes in one day, and leaves behind little pieces of art behind on napkins. Very sweet one shot!
gays on ink: an epic love story by thankyouforexisting, Teen, 5.6k Yuuri looks up from where he’s wringing his hands together in his lap, nervous, heart beating way too fast, and looks at his 73 copyrighted Victor Nikiforov posters, and the framed picture by his bed, and the copies of Victor’s artwork that he’s got lying on his nightstand. “Maybe it would be better to go somewhere else,” he chokes out, a bit strangled. Artist!Yuuri high school AU!
PS I miss you. by Viktor__Nikiforov, Mature, 21k (WIP) When Yuuri’s Idol follows him on instagram, praising his art, Yuuri might have had a heartattack. But what happens when their internet friendship becomes more. Can it work? Rec’d by a follower!
Androgyny by SoraRyuuzaki, Teen, 7.7k (WIP) “Victor Nikiforov, who was a regular back before he moved to Los Angeles, has quickly resumed his patronage at the café, which also boasts paintings by a young artist signed Y. Katsuki. One painting in particular, which yet remains untitled, is an obvious homage to Victor Nikiforov’s first famous painting, Androgyny. Art enthusiasts can visit this homage, which evokes all sorts of powerful emotions, at the King and the Coffee in Detroit.” Hasn’t updated in awhile, but it’s really good so far!
urgent need of gravity by RennieOnIceCream (Hitsugi_Zirkus), Teen, 36k (WIP) In which Yuuri is a make-up artist working in a small salon when he’s suddenly invited to work for big time fashion brand Stammi Vicino right alongside its top male model, Viktor Nikiforov, and love isn’t all glitter and perfectly-winged eyeliner. Makeup artist AU!
I will break the ice of your heart by Madlymiho, Explicit, 35k (WIP) Yuuri is a talented but very shy student who enters in a new university for his last year. There, he meets a coldhearted and strict philosophy teacher: Viktor Nikiforov. Despite their differences, the two of them start to get closer… art student Yuuri! Thumbs up!
A Sketchbook of Youby S_naly, Gen, 7.5k (WIP) Nearly two weeks ago, Yuuri came across the most beautiful sight he seen. He had gotten out of bed early to hopefully sketch and paint the fresh snow-ridden Hogwarts scenery, but was distracted instead with an ethereal figure gracefully ice skating on the Great Lake. Hogwarts AND an artist AU!
the golden hour by wynsolstice, Teen, 7k The photographer blinked at him before smiling brightly. Without warning, he grabbed Yuuri by the hand. His skin was smooth, and very, very warm. Biting his lip, Yuuri glanced up at him. Photographer Victor!
Lucis is an advanced civilization, the crown city of Insomnia is
self sustaining and generally safe, but the limited land with which to build on can barely fit the growing population. You are an independent adult who had landed a dream job in the heart of the city, your parents bid you farewell from their farmhouse just east of Lestallum, and now you are living alone
in a very crowded, claustrophobic, and constantly noisy business district.
One day, you find an offer of comfort in your solitary life:
Model: NOCT-1.5 (limited number of units produced):
This model is the cutting-edge technology of all companions available in the market, the be-all end-all royalty of the trade. it is never advertised because very few people can afford it, but you’re a tech nerd and you’ve heard of the legends
It’s usually ridiculously expensive and waaaay out of your range, for some reason, this one is on sharp discount in your local computer shop
the clerk tells you it’s on a discount because it has been taken out of the box by a previous owner and returned, but is in top shape otherwise
it’s a small investment even after the price cut and you’re seriously trying to talk yourself out of it, but the more you look at the android behind the sheer plastic, the more you are entranced by the sharp features and slim design.
a part of you hungers to see what the eyes look like once turned on, and what kinds of apps and functions you can install on such a rare product
you take it home, and the moment you plug it- him in, bright piercing eyes glow red for three seconds, and then mellow out to a soft crystal blue
His mouth is dry as he stares down at his phone, thumb hovering over the arrow that’ll send the text he’s longing to mail. With another deep breath, he studies the message over again, then begins to question himself. Should I write more? She deserves an apology. Maybe the word crave instead of miss. Yearn for? He deletes the text but retypes it in the same moment.
He’s never felt guilt this deeply before, he’s never so desperately wanted to turn back time and change everything– rephrase all of his words differently. Do things differently. The thought of him not being able to go back and change things hits him like a ton of bricks, sending his short nails into the palm of his hand.
A clap on his shoulder wakes him from his thoughts, and he looks up with attentive eyes. “Ready to go?” Jeff laughs, tucking his heel into the back of his shoe. “Reservations don’t hold themselves.”
“No, yeah.” he rushes, tucking the locked phone into the back pocket of his jeans. “Let’s go.”
“It’s my fucking job, y’know that, we’ve been through this a million times before. Get over it, angel.”
She scoffs in disbelief, untying the silk scarf from around her neck. “Get over it? Get over it. Over my boyfriend of nearly a year not telling anyone about our relationship—?“
“The media would go insane I- fuck I told y’this—”
“I’m not asking you to tell the world, Harry! Maybe your mom, your sister? My family? I’ve been lying to them for way too long, keeping an enormous part of my life away from them how’s that supposed to make me feel? Do you know how distressing it is to be introduced as a friend to you? To not tell anyone, not even my best friend how much you mean to me?”
“Y’do know it’s like that for me as well? A relationship is consists of two people—”
My blog kinda messed up and deleted a lot of my posts so I’m gonna post this again but altogether cuz I’m to fucking lazy
• Pidge and her brother Matt are those siblings models but there only doing it to pay for the expensive school they both go too.
• Hunk is one of those plus size models and everyone loves his personality cuz he’s so nice and humble, he has a foodie blog that he takes a lot of pride in.
• Keith is one of those chill angry looking guys that model for sports wear and stuff. He’s known for not being sporty at all, and he’s said multiple times he has no idea how he ended up where he is.
• Shiro is also a sports model but he dose some of those tux modeling every once in a while, he has the most followers. The media has no dirt on him and people think he amazing but really he just never leaves his house cuz he’s always too stressed.
• Lance is one only those people who got Instagram famous and was offered to come out in runways and magazines for publicity and he rocked it and got a permanent hire, he’s mostly for like Forever 21 Men and hipster shit like that. He love sports and has been after Keith’s shoots for a while.
• They all randomly met at some weird charity ball or some runway thing
• Lance and Hunk hit it off (friendship wise) quickly and soon started up a cooking YouTube channel together. With Shick and Lances very culture based foods that people are always impressed by.
• Lance actually really likes Keith’s shoots and dreamed of having his job so when he met him and he was kinda a dick he was really disappointed
• He and Hunk quickly befriended Shiro tho and it forced them to hang out cuz Shiro was already really good friends with Keith
• Pidge met them when she asked Keith if she could get him a drink
• (not in a flirty way but cuz she wasn’t of age and really wanted one)
• (Keith didn’t really know better and gave her one)
• (they both got in huge trouble)
• (but it’s okay cuz Lance got them out of it)
• Matt came over after it all and they all just formed a circle and talked together.
• Someone took pictures of them all hanging out and it kinda became lowkey news
• People started shipping Lance and Keith and Keith was surprisingly into it
• He would joke on Twitter and stuff about asking him out and Lance posted pictures of him giving flowers and stuff like that as a joke.
• But it was lowkey not a joke they just didn’t know cuz they both thought they were kidding
• Pigde and Matt did a shoot with Lance and Allura (a up and coming model who they met that day) for a Old Navy thing
• They all hit it off and invited them to a BBQ hosted by Hunk and yeah it was fun
• They all kinda got drunk tho so Allura took Pidge home so they wouldn’t deal with there bull
• They accidentally uploaded a video of them acting stupid and it got a lot of publicity
• And the reason it was a big deal was because Shiro was throwing Matt into a pool but Klance was making out in the background
• Also while throwing Matt into the pool Shiro yelled “I’m gonna marry her!(Allura)”
• he was really drunk cuz he was stressing out a lot.
• Shiro is still confused because “who even took that video?”
• There all a happy dorky family and everyone loves them
Model AU Part 2
• Shiro finds out it was Hunk’s girlfriend, Shay, who took the video and feels BETRAYED
• He thought she was a very nice person how could she do this??
• He managed to block the video from Allura, now he just needs to find a way to hid the trending tag from her…
• Matt swears he’s never drinking again (he dose very soon)
• Keith thinks that he and Lance are an item now, but Lance is a blackout drunk and doesn’t remember anything
• “Haha sorry if I made you uncomfortable or anything, i really lose myself with these kind of things”
• “We. Had. A. Moment. How? Can? You? Not? Remember?”
• “Sorry? Are you okay?”
• He was not okay
• He didn’t want to just show Lance the video tho cuz that seems kinda insensitive and lame
• DUN DUN DUN MOTHERFUCKING LOTOR SHOWS UP
• (He’s not evil or mean or anything in this AU he’s actually really nice and stuff but Keith hates him because…)
• He asks Lance on a date after doing a shoot for swimsuit modeling (Lotor was doing the swimsuit thing not Lance)
• (Lance was just at the studio to see a job offer)
• Lotor just saw him and wall like “hey Lance right? Really loved your ‘generic pose’ shoot, blah blah blah, we should grab a drink?
• Lance says yes cuz DAMN THIS guy is hella
• Shiro is unlucky too cuz Allura decided she would accept a film job overseas
• Hunk Pidge and Matt feel bad for them and take them out for drinks
• They get drunk again. (Including Pidge, there was no supervision)(she’s 16 in this AU so it’s not that bad)
• Cue drunk phone calls to Allura and Lance (they had a night out together cuz they really wanted a see a movie that no one else was interested in)
• Lance and Allura open up there voicemails at the same time and WHAT IS GOING ON??!
• The next day Keith and Shiro hear THERE voicemails and it’s just Lance and Allura really worried
• Keith and Shiro regret everything and try to drown themselves in the pool (Matt and Hunk stopped them)
• "Guys this is a community pool, my neighbors will be mad plz stop” (-Hunk)
and a Long Island Iced Tea | Harry Styles One Shot
So this might be a little different to how the anon had in mind but this premise can get a bit samey sometimes so I tried to do something a little different. I dunno. Hope you like it, I x
You hadn’t slept in nearly three days. You’d managed to eat a couple of slices of toast but the unrelenting nausea made it hard to swallow. You sipped at water but by this point that was the only thing you were living off. Anxiety made your body shake constantly, even when you were busy pinning garments and making alterations your hands shook making the work that came so easily to you, so difficult. The only thing in your mind was how you could make it right, how you could fix the mistake you’d made. You knew you couldn’t, you knew you couldn’t because you’d always feared it being the other way round and when you thought about it and your gut tied itself in knots and you felt sick, you knew it wouldn’t have been able to be fixed. But it was you who had done what you never thought you could.
Three days had passed since the phone call, and now you were waiting in what had become your shared living room, your own flat virtually unlived in on the other side of town, waiting for him to appear. His flight was due in early that morning and as you sipped on black coffee, a bad decision considering you already had the shakes and your mind was working on overdrive, and watched the sunrise you were wondering if he felt as sick as you did.
‘Please tell me I’m not seeing what I think I’m seeing.’ Harry’s voice was monotonous, emotionless as it came down the line. He didn’t even say Hello, let you know how he was. You knew what he was talking about but you were hoping he wouldn’t know yet. You were going to tell him, you wanted to tell him before he found out from someone or somewhere else but you were too late.
‘I’m so sorry Ha-’
‘Fuck Y/N.’ He shouted and you gasped. You shouldn’t have been taken back, he was angry, of course he was angry, he had every right to be but he never shouted at you. You’d seen him get angry at others, seen him shout at others, but frustration with you was always harnessed into something calmer. ‘After everything you put me through about coming out here, you’re the one who actually does it.’ His voice was quieter but you could still hear the anger in it. You’d argued about him going out to LA again. He never seemed to be home much these days, you knew he was busy and it was an important time for his career but you missed him, you were lonely and every time he went to LA something happened, something kicked off and you were the one left at home without a clue what was really going on trying to hold the pieces together.
You’d told him you couldn’t do it anymore, couldn’t sit in London fighting of paparazzi questions and tweets from fans and gossip mongrels whilst he sat back in LA and let it blow over. You knew that wasn’t what he did, if something happened he would call you and comfort you tell you he’d sort it, and he did but that didn’t stop the questions. ‘Have you spoken to Harry?’ ‘He’s cheating on you can’t you see it.’ ‘She’s an idiot to think she could keep him away from the models out there.’ How could you ignore it? He’d promised he’d be working the whole time he was there and he’d be back as soon as it was all sorted, there’d be no time for partying or socialising and it seemed there hadn’t been, but that wasn’t the case for you.
You’d been invited out for a night out with some friends and you decided to go. You’d been working to the death the last few weeks on your collection and you deserved to let your hair down. Apart from anything else it would take your mind of Harry for a while. And it did just that. You didn’t know what you were thinking when you let the young lad, that looked like a brit-pop throwback, who had been dancing too close all night, press his lips onto yours. You pushed him away as soon as you realised what was going on but not before someone in the club had snapped a picture. Within hours it was doing the rounds on social media before you even knew about it, by the time you knew it was too late to do any kind of damage control.
‘Harry please listen to me.’ You were crying now. You were scared of what what you could lose, you couldn’t be without him but it would be your own fault if he decided he couldn’t be with you now and you weren’t sure how to process that. He was silent, that was the only cue you needed. ‘I was lonely, I was missing you, I was st-’
‘You were missing me?’ He laughed in disbelief and you sobbed. ‘Missing me so much, were you missing me while you were kissing him?’ You stayed silent just sobbing. ‘Answer me.’ He screamed.
‘Harry please don’t shout at me.’ You begged, your voice faltering as tears flooded down your face.
‘Stop crying, you have no right to cry, you fucked up I’m the one that should be crying.’ He told you angrily, spitting his words down the phone to you. You knew he was right but you were shaking with the fear of losing him and you couldn’t help but cry. You breathed trying to hold it back. If it would make him tolerate your voice until you could explain, or try to explain, you’d hold the sobs back until you couldn’t breathe.
‘It just happened, he kissed me, I pushed him away and that was it.’ You told him quickly in one breath before you hiccuped. You wish you could see him, you wished he could see you. If he could see how much you hated yourself, how angry you were at yourself, how much you loved him maybe he’d realise.
‘Did you kiss him back?’ He asked quietly. In honesty you couldn’t remember, if it wasn’t for the photos you might not have even remembered the kiss had happened. You wished you could forget but now it was all you could think about. ‘You did didn’t you.’
‘I don’t know.’
‘You don’t know?’ He laughed and you could hear his voice sticking to his mouth. His voice wetter, you knew he was crying now. Maybe he could cope if some random guy had come onto you, he’d seen you dancing on nights out, he knew how attractive you were, and yeah a guy might come onto you. Not when he was there because he wouldn’t leave your side when he was there but on your own, catching you unaware maybe he could get over that. But the thought of you pushing your lips, his lips, into a stranger was too much to bare.
‘Harry I’m sorry, I love-’
‘Don’t.’ He told you and sobbed loudly. ‘I don’t want to speak to you right now I can’t deal with it, I’ll see you when I’m back.’
‘I love you Harry.’ He didn’t reply and the phone line went dead before you could finish. Now you were about to see him. You’d thought about staying in his grey, random donut shop hoodie that you’d been wearing for the last three days but you didn’t know how he’d react so you opted for your hoodie and some jeans. Your uniform for working days. You could really do without this today. You needed to be in the studio, in only five days your first collection would be on the catwalk at London fashion week. You needed to be doing alterations, getting measurements, making sure everything was sorted but the two page long to do list on your desk hadn’t even crept into your mind yet. All you could think about was Harry, all you could think about was how all you wanted was for him to pull you into his arms the way he normally did when he got back from a trip but you knew that wouldn’t happen.
You heard his key in the door and you closed your eyes taking a deep breath. You didn’t move, you didn’t wander out to find him. Tears were already stinging your eyes as you heard him pulling his bags through the door and the door close heavily. It was seconds, but it felt like minutes until he was stood in the living room door looking at you. He looked as tired and weak as you did. The bags under his eyes were heavier and darker than you’d ever known them, and despite having been in LA for two weeks his skin looked pale and matte. The tears that had been stinging your eyes fell down you cheeks at the sight of him and he just shook his head.
‘Say something.’ You begged him, not moving as he took his first few steps into the room but not coming near you.
‘I don’t know what to say Y/N.’ He told you. He was staring straight at you but it felt like it was more straight through you. He didn’t know who you were anymore.
‘Will you let me explain.’ He shrugged and you swallowed hard on nothing, your coffee long since finished. ‘I was drunk, that’s not an excuse but I was, I can’t remember hardly any of the night-’
‘These sound like excuses Y/N.’ He told you looking cocky. That look would either normally turn you on or annoy you but right now it just made you feel even more guilty.
‘They’re not,’ You told him trying to assure him you weren’t excusing you inexcusable behaviour. ‘He’d been moving in on me and Jen all night and we pushed him away but finally I’d had enough and I let him dance with us, he obviously took it the wrong way-’
‘You seem to remember a lot of the night you can hardly remember any off.’ He interrupted again and you sighed. You couldn’t get annoyed at him for taking stabs at you or for interrupting you when you were trying to explain. And apart from anything else he was right.
‘He obviously took it the wrong way and he kissed me.’ You finished, Harry rolled his eyes and shook his head.
‘And you kissed him back.’ He said it like he knew, like he’d seen it himself. You shook your head. ‘That’s what the papers and Twitter is saying.’
‘So you’re going to believe them over me?’ You asked he shrugged, he didn’t seem to care. Perhaps he was over it by now. ‘Harry you know what those people are like, you know the shit they come out with, I’m your girlfriend-’
‘No you’re not.’ Your heart broke in that instant. You were shocked into silence, your voice gone and your heart rate tripling. You wanted to fight back, to question it but you thought you might be sick if you opened your mouth. Harry moved closer to you, you could feel his breath as he pulled your face up to look at him. ‘I trusted my girlfriend with everything, I loved her with everything I am, I’d have gone to the ends of the earth for her, she’d have done the same for me.’ Your tears were falling fast and hard, blurring your vision so you could hardly make him out. ‘I don’t know who you are.’ He spat before dropping your face and walking away from you toward the stairs.
‘I’m going for a shower, I want you out by the time I’m done.’ You went to chase him, protest, he was already half way up the stairs by the time you got to the bottom and called his name. ‘I said I want you out Y/N, I don’t want you here right now.’
You sat at the bar on the other side of town from where you’d been three hours ago, waiting. Three hours ago you’d just finished your first show at London fashion week. For most it probably got lost amongst all the other, bigger, well attended shows, but for you it was the biggest deal, made bigger by Harry’s presence. He’d promised he’d be there, of course he’d promised before you’d betrayed his trust, you should have known he wouldn’t break that promise. Harry Styles was many things but he never went back on his word. You should have known that. He sat in the front row with other mutual friends of yours looking better in a shirt from your collection than the model who was wearing it. It certainly hadn’t gone unnoticed by you, but it also hadn’t gone unnoticed by the journalists and paparazzi outside either. He’d told them he didn’t want to talk about your relationship but they couldn’t help themselves.
‘That’s one of Y/N’s pieces you’re wearing, isn’t that comment enough?’ One of them asked, Harry chuckled and rolled his eyes. You knew the sort of questions they would ask in the current climate, he knew too, you didn’t know why he stopped. You wished he hadn’t, you didn’t want to hear his potential answers, you didn’t want to hear the questions that were on everyone’s lips, yours included. But there were for you to ask, no one else.
‘Look, she’s a good designer I’m here to see the show, shall we leave it at that?’ Harry said before walking away. You saw the video on Twitter, there were the usual nasty comments alongside it and you’d been tagged in some of them but you ignored them all, just watched the video and closed the app. You were there to do your job, you were good at your job, you focused on that.
You caught his eye as you walked down the catwalk at the end of the show to a wildly loud applause. He was smiling,standing with your friends to applaud you and he even gave you a wink. You wished he hadn’t, it confused you even more than it comforted you. Once you returned back up the catwalk he was holding his phone up in front of his face and you felt a little less comforted. He didn’t care as much as he once would have done. It was that, that ensured you didn’t feel good about the meeting he’d proposed, the text coming through to your phone as you were taking garments from models.
Can we meet at the bar later?
It was vague but you knew where he meant.
Sure, I’ll be a couple of hours here so 7ish ok?
See you then
Those few hours passed too slowly. You were confident of what he was going to say, which way it was going to go. He wasn’t going to forgive you, he couldn’t. How could he trust you? If he couldn’t trust you what kind of relationship did you have? You knew it, you could feel it in your stomach but you just wanted to hear it. You wanted to see him, see if anything could be salvaged even if it was just the shadow of a friendship. The wink he’d given you, the proud smile on his face as you walked down the catwalk after your models, made you think that maybe.
It was all whirling around your head in a mess of thoughts as you sat at the bar, Long Island iced tea in hand. You moved it around on the bar, spinning it in your fingers occasionally taking a sip as you mulled your situation over and tried to put yourself in Harry’s shoes. You couldn’t though. He’d never done anything like this to you and you knew he never would. Your drink was half finished when Harry arrived. His hand on your back made you aware of your presence. You smiled weakly as he sat on the stood next to you leaning it to kiss your cheek politely, always polite. The bar man wandered over before anything other than ‘Hi, how are you?’ Could be said.
‘Can I just get,’ He hesitated thinking about it. ‘Ah screw it can I get a daiquiri and another Long Island Iced Tea.’ He didn’t even have to ask, he knew what you’d be drinking in here. Best Long Island Iced Tea in town he’d told you the first time he met you in this bar. He had no idea what he was talking about, and it certainly wasn’t the best Long Island Iced Tea you’d had in London but you couldn’t order anything else. ‘How was your afternoon?’ He asked turning to you, it seemed like a normal conversation wa going to ensure but you knew, not only because it was obvious, but because of the way he was playing with his lips that he was just waiting for his drink to arrive so you’d be undisturbed until he broached the subject.
‘Not bad ta you?’ You asked taking a sip of his drink, he nodded and shrugged. He was wearing exactly the same clothes as he had been earlier. Black jeans, of course, your white silk shirt, black leather boots and the black woolen trench style coat you’d bought him. ‘Where’s everyone else?’ You asked, you knew.
‘Gone for drinks you know that.’ You did know that, that was the plan for after the show. You were all going to go for celebratory drinks before a night on the town but things had changed and Harry was more important.
‘This is more important.’ You told him and he agreed with a nod as the barman bought your drinks over. Harry thanked him and took a sip of the pale yellow cocktail.
‘Collection looked great by the way Y/N.’ He told you with a smile and you thanked him nervously. ‘Got my eyes on a few things.’ He told you cheekily and you chuckled lightly through your straw as you slurped the last mouthful of your cocktail.
‘Well you get friends and family discount, and that’s not a bribe.’ You joked but regretted it instantly. ‘Sorry that was inappropriate.’ You looked down at the bar pulling the second drink closer and pushing the finished one away.
‘Don’t be silly it’s fine.’ He smiled placing his hand on your thigh. You sighed and tried to ignore the contact, you didn’t know what it meant and you were scared to ask. You’d missed it though, his hands on your, his arms around you, his lips. The small touch was enough for now, it was more than you expected and you’d take what you could get.
‘I’m so sorry Harry, I wish-’ You began but he interrupted you and took your hand, turning you in your stool so you faced him.
‘I don’t want to talk about it.’ He told you and you looked at him confused and slightly panicked. If he wouldn’t even hear you out you stood no chance. You thought he’d wanted to meet so you could talk but perhaps he’d already made his mind up, perhaps it was already over for him and there was no going back. ‘It was all a bit much at first and I didn’t handle it very well.’ You went to interrupt him, tell him he handled it better than you probably would have, that his reaction was more than understandable. ‘You were right, I should have trusted you over what everyone was saying and I do really it just took me a while to realise.’ You nodded taking it in. ‘I don’t want you to explain it, I don’t want to hear it, I don’t want you to apologise, I just want to forget it and move on.’ You thought you were going to cry from overwhelming happiness this was going in the complete opposite direction to that you’d thought and prepared for.
‘Harry.’ You gushed. ‘Are you sure, I mean I’d understand if you never wanted to see me again.’ You told him and he laughed.
‘Y/N you’re being ridiculous.’ He told you, your brow furrowed instinctively not quite believing what you were hearing. ‘A drunk guy in a club kissed you, you pushed him away, I mean I’m not happy about it but I’m not going to lose you over it.’ You laughed in disbelief and joy. ‘Let’s just be glad I wasn’t there or you might have been about to become a regular visitor at the local prison.’ You laughed again but this time with humour, everything felt right now and your hand in his didn’t feel like an intrusion. ‘I love you, let’s not something like this happen again.’ You nodded and leaned in to kiss him, savouring every second of his lips on yours. ‘I was thinking, you need to talk to your landlord about your flat.’ You nodded in agreement as conversation flowed in a way it might have done when he’d first arrived back from LA five days earlier, it was like the last week was erased and you couldn’t have been more grateful. ‘Also I’ve got a friend in LA who wants to look at your collection.’ Your eyes went wide and Harry laughed at your reaction.
‘Are you serious?’ London was one thing but the states was another. Harry nodded at you still chuckling.
‘She couldn’t get enough of this shirt and when I told you it was your design she asked if there was more.’ You laughed. You knew Harry Styles walking around in clothes you’d designed could only be a good thing but you’d never imaged it could be that good.
‘Oh my god Harry, thank you.’ You practically leaped off the chair and into his arms. ‘Thank you.’ You said quietly, comforted by his body so close to yours again his arms wrapped around you.
‘You don’t have to thank me, I’ve got nothing to do with you abundance of talent.’ He told you to which you giggled as you pulled back from him a little pressing another, single kiss against his lips. ‘Shall we go find the others?’ You nodded Harry downing the last of his drink before standing from his stool and taking your hand leading you out the door.
The next morning you wake up, naked in Harry’s bed. The smell of his sheets engulfing you. Harry’s side of the bed is empty but the sound of the coffee machine whirring downstairs and the smell of sweet, blueberry pancakes tells you he’s downstairs sorting the normal Saturday breakfast. You pull the heavy duvet in closer for a few seconds, enjoying his sheets alone for a little longer while you check your phone. You pull the charger out of it and the screen illuminates with notifications. Texts of congratulations, a couple of emails and a retweets but one twitter mention that catches your eye.
‘@Harry_Styles mentioned you in a Tweet!’
You unlock your phone slightly confused. It takes a few minutes to load but when it does you could cry. A photo of you walking back up the catwalk the previous day after your show. You’d worn a navy pant suit but lost the jacket earlier in the morning in the mess so you had the tailored trousers on, a black high neck top, the sleeves rolled up to your elbows and your everyday silver bracelets and rings glittering. Your hair was tied in a loose bun at the nape of your neck and the bright red lipstick you’d decided on to make you look a little more alive stood out. You had a smile on your face, a smile of relief but also a smile of dread as you saw Harry, phone in hand ceasing to smile and clap you. Now it made sense.
‘My gorgeous girlfriend doing me proud as she does everyday with you to the end. H x’ You felt the tears stinging in your eyes. It looked like it was directed to you, it was your twitter handle in the tweet but you knew it was a message to the world and everyone who continued to feel the need to ask questions and talk about your relationship like they had a clue about it. You took a deep breath and liked the tweet so he knew you’d seen it before swinging your legs out of the bed and searching for the donut hoodie that you couldn’t wait to put back on.
Summary: Jack is getting ready to do a photo shoot for Alicia’s friend. Bitty comes along to keep him company, when Bitty suddenly becomes the model. Jack’s reaction to the photo is… interesting. A quick little ficlet which takes place during Jack’s senior year. Also on AO3…
Jack hated photo shoots. Absolutely hated them, but Alicia had a favor called in and he found himself in a position of not being able to say no. And so, begrudgingly, Jack Zimmermann was on his way to Boston for a one-day shoot.
“Like an actual shoot shoot?” Bitty asked wide-eyed as he told him about it over some ginger peach pie the evening before.
“Yeah. It’s for some clothing line. They’re going to dress me up like a puppet and then I have to stand there, and smile like an idiot.”
“I dunno, it sounds so fun to me. I’d love to model!” Bitty said then sighed, “Alas, I am vertically challenged.”
“Euh… do you want to come with me?” Jack asked pushing his pie around the plate with his fork.
“Really? And like watch?!” Bitty practically bounced off his seat.
“I guess so, Bittle. Don’t make me take it back.”
“No! I’ll behave. I promise! It’s going to be so much fun.”
[Verse 1] I was born inside a small town, I’ve lost that state of mind Learned to sing inside the Lord’s house, but stopped at the age of nine I forget when I get awards now the wave I had to ride The paving stones I played upon, they kept me on the grind So blame it on the pain that blessed me with the life Friends and family filled with envy when they should be filled with pride And when the world’s against me is when I really come alive And everyday that Satan tempts me, I try to take it in my stride You know that I’ve got whisky with white lines and smoke in my lungs I think life has got to the point I know without it’s no fun I need to get in the right mind and clear myself up Instead, I look in the mirror questioning what I’ve become I guess it’s a stereotypical day for someone like me Without a nine-to-five job or an uni degree To be caught up in the trappings of the industry They showed me the locked doors I find another use of key And you’ll see
[Chorus 1] I’m well aware of certain things that will destroy a man like me But with that said give me one more, higher Another one to take the sting away I am happy on my own, so here I’ll stay Save your lovin’ arms for a rainy day And I’ll find comfort in my pain Eraser
[Verse 2] I used to think that nothing could be better than touring the world with my songs I chased the pictured perfect life, I think they painted it wrong I think that money is the root of evil and fame is hell Relationships and hearts you fixed, they break as well And ain’t nobody wanna see you down in the dumps Because you’re living your dream, man, this shit should be fun Please know that I’m not trying to preach like I’m Reverend Run I beg you, don’t be disappointed with the man I’ve become Our conversations with my father on the A14 Age twelve telling me I’ve gotta chase those dreams Now I’m playing for the people, dad, and they know me With my beat and small guitar wearing the same old jeans Wembley Stadium crowd two hundred and forty thou I may have grown up but I hope that Damien’s proud And to the next generation, inspiration’s allowed The world may be filled with hate but keep erasing it now Somehow
[Chorus 2] I’m well aware of certain things that will befall a man like me But with that said give me one more, higher Another one to take the sting away I am not beyond my own, so here I’ll stay Save your lovin arms for a rainy day And I’ll find comfort in my pain Eraser And I’ll find comfort in my pain Eraser And I’ll find comfort in my pain Eraser
[Verse 3] I woke up this morning lookin’ in the mirror Thinkin’ to myself that I should probably be thinner The industry told me to look like them But I found my happiness in fried food for my dinner I wish that she could have been my first time And I wish that I’d never took that first line And I wish that every word in this verse rhymed But forgive me if it doesn’t I wish that I could make peace with my older cousin I wish he didn’t think that it was me when it wasn’t I wish I didn’t love it when I’m high and my face feels buzzin’ And the taste stays underneath my tongue Wish that I had known what to do as a youngling Wish I hadn’t dropped out of school and missed every single party With that hardly matters now, man, does it? Wish I had an answer to everything, but fuck it I wish creatin’ art didn’t come with a budget But while we’re on the subject I wish my private life would have never gone public But that’s the sacrifice that we make Spendin’ my whole time high livin’ life away
[Chorus 3] Singin’ this is how we’re livin’ down here Sittin’ on the edge, lookin’ out without fear Yeah, we got drama but you know we don’t care I wanna see you sing it, put your hands in the air, one wish I’m singin’ this is how we’re livin’ down here Sittin’ on the edge, lookin’ out without fear Yeah, we got drama but you know we don’t care I wanna see you sing it, put your hands in the air, one wish
[Verse 4] I wish my family and friends they stay healthy I wish that love was a currency and the whole world was wealthy I found myself late night wishin’ on a star Everyday I wish I’d never broken a heart, uh And I wish I’d never run to Every woman that I loved that kept my life and what it’s come to I wish I was the role model you looked up to If I told my fans the things I did they’d say, “Fuck you” I wish I was home more I wish my teens could see the kids on the birthdays, but yo, we’re on tour And I wish I’d grow more, wish I told more People that I love ‘em but it’s in the music that I’m known for And I wish he never got cancer And if I smoke a pack a day, well, does that make me a wanker? Oh yes, I guess it does, and we’re still stressin’ 'cause Every day this shit gets the best of us Usin’ my balance on eraser blades Spendin’ my whole time high wishing life would wait
[Chorus 3] Singin’ this is how we’re livin’ down here Sittin’ on the edge, lookin’ out without fear Yeah, we got drama but you know we don’t care I wanna see you sing it, put your hands in the air, one wish I’m singin’ this is how we’re livin’ down here Sittin’ on the edge, lookin’ out without fear Yeah, we got drama but you know we don’t care I wanna see you sing it, put your hands in the air, one wish
[Verse 5] I’m using jumpers for goalposts, cigarettes for throat cold Mum sayin’, “Don’t smoke,” no, I don’t listen, I got Love for a ghost note, shows on the gold coast People that I don’t know share the same vision I find truth in the hard times and words that aren’t mine Tryin’ to find a love with a compatible star sign Sometimes I can’t write, sentences can’t rhyme Starin’ at my notepad quick, I’m tryin’ to find mine Shit, quick before I hit it again Surrounded in the industry by all these ignorant men And who knew that I’d be paid just to pick up a pen Just let me hit the studio when we can rip it again I’m a competitive dick, with an adrenaline kick My daddy told me work hard and you can never be shit I’ve seen all my heroes dethroned except my dad Set back here reminiscing 'bout the times we had One wish
Draco had no idea what had possessed him to say yes to the
photoshoot. The editor of Witch Weekly had practically begged him. She
had been over the moon that famous Harry Potter had agreed to a very
personal photo series and the editor wanted the best photographer for
this. So naturally, she had come to Draco.
“I want the Chosen One as
we’ve never seen him before. I want sultry, I want sassy, I want steamy,
I want sex!” she had practically screamed at him. He had been reluctant
at first. He had no desire to be anywhere near his former arch-nemesis.
But this was a great opportunity.
So here they were, in Draco’s studio, Potter in his old Gryffindor
uniform. It clung to his body more tightly than Draco remembered. The
prat had filled out quite a bit.
A/N: Here’s another imagine from Aja’s long list. I am happy to say that I’ve almost made through her list and I might post two imagines tomorrow. Who knows? I am hoping. Anyways, I hope that you like this imagine. I hate myself, because I keep on coming up with sad endings. Sorry. HAHAHA. A massive thank you for your support guys and I love you so much. I am happy to receive some positive feedbacks from you and your nice comments really make my day complete. Thank you so so so much, really! Enjoy this imagine!
P.S.: I am not accepting part 2 requests for my prompt imagines. Sorry.
“(Y/N), I need a muse for my Arts project, please.” Tyler, your best friend, insisted for the millionth time as he wanted you to model for him. He was the professional photographer of your school and he took pictures of everyone, but he has always wanted to have his own personal muse.
“Ty, I know that I’ve always been your muse, but I am busy this week. C'mon!” You answered, miffed. You explained him for more than thirty minutes why you were turning him down that time, but it didn’t seem that he understood your point.
“Damn!” He unleashed a heavy sigh as he watched you getting the things you needed for your Science class in your locker. “Who’s going to be my muse now?”
“I don’t know, Ty.” You shoved your books in your backpack and you carelessly shut your locker’s door. “Sorry.” You’ve never declined his offer, because you always had fun during your photoshoots with him, but you were really busy and you really felt sorry for him.
“Can’t you think of anyone who might accept my offer?” He desperately asked and followed you along the hallway as you started to walk towards your class.
You didn’t want to disappoint your best friend and you knew how paranoid he became when it came to searching for his muse. He never had this problem, since you’ve always accepted his offer, and he didn’t know what to do, panic was surely occupying his emotions.
You knew Tyler and he would always stick to only one subject for his school projects. You surely disappointed him, but he couldn’t blame you, because he knew that you had your own life too.
“Ty, why don’t you ask Jessica or Sheri?” You suggested as you stopped yourself from walking, which caused you and Tyler to bump into each other, fortunately not hurting yourselves.
“Alright, but you owe me one.” He was offended, but Tyler was a sweetheart and he understood serious things quickly. He was your best friend because he knew how to cope with you and how to respect your own decisions.
“No, I don’t!” You playfully replied, giggling as you saw him flashing his sweetest smile.
“Of course, you do.” He winked at you as he fidgeted with the cameras dangling on his neck. You both laughed, nevertheless it wasn’t really a big deal.
“I need to go, Ty.” You flashed him a smile as you thrusted your head to your classroom’s direction. He nodded with a big and wide smile on his face.
“Take care, okay?” He reminded you and you just nodded as you started to walk again, increasing the distance between the two of you. “You owe me something, remember that!”
“She doesn’t!” You heard a deep voice along the hallway and you perfectly knew to whom it belonged: Montgomery, your boyfriend.
“What do you want, Montgomery?” Tyler’s shaky voice demanded for you to turn around and to check what was going on between them. The hallway was almost empty and some students were already in their respective classrooms. “(Y/N) is my best friend, I have the right to talk to her.”
“No, you leave her alone.” Your eyes widen and you quickly ran back to Tyler and Montgomery as you heard a sudden loud and sharp bang against the cold metal locker doors. “Freak!”
“Monty!” You stopped your boyfriend, but he just grabbed Tyler’s midnight blue button up shirt and tightened his grip as much as he could.
“Fucking leave her alone.” Montgomery threatened your best friend with his angry voice and eyes widened, showing that the sight of Tyler talking to you displeased and vexed him.
“These are thousand dollar cameras.” Your best friend tried to defend himself, protecting his beloved cameras. He really loved them, because photography was his life and favourite hobby too. You stood in front of them and you thought that your presence would have stopped Montgomery from pushing Tyler against the lockers behind him.
“Oh, yeah.” Montgomery nodded as he looked straight into Tyler’s eyes. He was struggling a little bit as Tyler was little taller than him. “I’ll break them on your face.”
“Montgomery, stop!” You pushed your boyfriend away, pulling his fist off Tyler’s clothes.
Montgomery was acting up, because he was jealous of your relationship with Tyler. You surely knew Tyler longer than you and Montgomery did, so he was afraid that you would leave him for your best friend.
“Threatening Tyler with your useless shit wouldn’t help you to ruin my relationship with him, okay?” You fiercely looked at your boyfriend’s eyes as you let him understand that he was doing the wrong thing.
“Don’t worry,” Tyler blurted out as he fixed his crumpled shirt. “your girlfriend hates me too.” He pointed out as he was referring to your action before, declining his proposal to be his muse. He shrugged his shoulders off, trying to assure Montgomery.
“Cut it off, Tyler!” You rolled your eyes. “I can do this on my own, go to your next class and I will see you later.”
“Alright, fine!” Tyler guiltily responded as he walked quickly through the empty corridors of your school. You watched his silhouette disappearing slowly from afar and you turned yourself to your still-miffed-boyfriend.
“Let’s go, de la Cruz!” You grabbed his forearm and you dragged him to the main entrance of your school. “We’re talking about your behaviour, because I am starting to be fed up. Okay?”
You heard him unleashing a long sigh and he foresaw the trouble that he was into. He was just afraid to lose you and you couldn’t blame him, but he was overreacting and he was menacing someone who meant a lot to you.
You both sat down on a bench, putting your school materials aside, and you inhaled some fresh air first, before you let the happening sink in your mind once again. The rage wrapped your body one more time and you looked at Montgomery, trying to catch his gaze.
“Fuck this silence!” Montgomery threw a fit and he stood up from the bench. He seriously considered your eyes and he saw your dull gaze. “I’m sorry, okay? I was just jealous.”
“I know, Montgomery,” You unleashed a deep and heavy sigh. You couldn’t believe that he was still jealous of Tyler and you were already dating for almost five months, five long months. “but you couldn’t keep on threatening my best friend whenever your jealousy takes control of your good and kind heart.”
“Of course, I can.” He bravely objected your statement. “I’m your boyfriend, he’s just your best friend.”
You knew Montgomery and he was a tough guy. He would do anything to protect you and your relationship. He would fight against people to maintain the bond between the two of you.
You loved him even though he was like that and you were trying to let him understand that he should stop worrying about your relationship, because your heart beat only for him. In fact, he was the perfect boyfriend that you could ever wish for, but all of us had our own imperfections. Montgomery’s imperfection was this: his inability to control his anger and his jealousy.
“It doesn’t work that way. Do you know that?” You remained calm as you fidgeted with your long dark sleeves. Finally shaking off the thought that you were skipping your class for a pointless chaos. You tried to not to cry, because you had to be strong. He had to listen to you and you knew that he wouldn’t if you just broke down.
“He is obstructing our relationship, (Y/N). I would be worried if I didn’t care about what he was doing, you know?” He debated, not getting the real point of your opinion. He was a hard-headed guy and you sometimes despised him for being one.
“No, Montgomery!” You protested, standing up from the bench. “You know what is obstructing our relationship?”
“Tyler!” He stated as he raised his voice, still convinced that the real cause was Tyler. You shook your head continuously to let him know that his answer was wrong. He wasn’t stupid, but he was blinded by his jealousy. Of course.
“Wrong!” You whispered as you leant towards him, diminishing the distances of your faces. “Your trust, Montgomery.” You poked his chest with your index finger as you ferociously pointed out. “Trust.”
“Okay, I had my doubts, but that doesn’t mean that I didn’t trust you.” Montgomery lowered his voice as he calmly explained his thoughts, but you thought that they were just some sort of excuses.
“Your doubts?” You questioned him. “You had your doubts again?”
“Yes!” He bravely answered, almost shouting against you.
“And you want us to be together, nevertheless your doubts?” You asked him, being sure of what he had in his mind. Tears were about to escape, but you stopped them. You needed to be strong, remember? You couldn’t believe that he doubted on you once again, even though you never missed any chance to make him feel that you loved him. He doubted on you and it seriously hurt you.
“Yes!” He repeated with a sure and convinced voice timbre. He didn’t notice that you were hurt and he still kept his pride, shielding himself against your opinion.
“You know what those doubts are doing in our relationship?” You mumbled, the words were almost couldn’t be heard.
“No.” His feet suddenly became more interesting than seeing your face. His voice died as he honestly responded to your question.
“They are wrecking us.” You weakly blurted out. You couldn’t imagine your life without Montgomery and it broke you, everything broke you. “So, if you don’t want to lose me, start shaking off those doubts, because I love you. You, only you, and no one else, Montgomery!”
You grabbed your backpack and your books from the bench as you slowly walked away from Montgomery, leaving him with his mouth ajar. You decided to head to your Science class, although you were already late. It was always better to be late, than never. Right?
The journey was hard and heavy for you. The love that you were feeling for Montgomery was pulling you to bring you back next to him. You wanted to let him know that he would never lose you, no matter what happened between the two of you. He would never lose you, because you didn’t want to lose him either.
You loved Montgomery so much, but he doubted on you. It was heart-breaking, because you didn’t expect that he would doubt on you again, the first time was when he didn’t know that Tyler was your best friend and he thought that you were cheating on him. Sad, right? But he was excused that time.
You walked away from him and you let your tears to run down your face, letting your resentments out. Tears were slowly burning your crimson red cheeks.
He had his point on being jealous of your relationship with Tyler, but doubting on you? That was wrong, because, after all, doubts were the one who ruined relationships the most.
Montgomery hurt you and you would always forgive him, he just needed to realize his mistake after you opened his eyes.
It was better to be safe than to be sorry, right? Right.
genre: fluff and just a little angst / stripper!au
pairing: you x jimin
word count: 2.6k
You were stupid. Why would you agree to go out with one of the customers? This club was a strictly “business only” one and if you get caught, you lose it all. Jae-Eun meant everything to you and if you lost him over one mistake, all of your hard work would go to waste. The endless nights of stripping and dancing for men but making enough money to support you and your child would all be thrown down the drain. You’ve worked so hard to be where you are now and this one guy that made your heart flutter, would not ruin it for you. Or at least, that’s what you thought.
You were supposed to call Jimin when you felt like meeting up but that private dance happened weeks ago and since then, you were really putting this whole thing to the side. It wasn’t because you didn’t like Jimin, in fact, that was the opposite reason. Jimin made you feel ways that were unexplainable. He made you feel good about yourself, almost as if his confidence was contagious. It rubbed off on you, but hey, you weren’t complaining. Most of the time, especially during private dances, guys made you feel like a toy. They always called you names and spit profanities in your face, continuously.
Jimin, though, never once looked at you like you were something he could use to just have fun with. He didn’t dare to call you anything besides beautiful. Guys don’t understand how much that means to a girl. Being called beautiful opposed to sexy or hot is so much more flattering and respectful. Jimin seemed to know how to treat a woman and the thought of that put you in awe.
As much as Jimin was all of these things, you had to be careful. One mistake or you get caught with a customer, it is over and that scared you, a lot.
Today was the warmest day out of the weekend, so you decided to spend one-on-one time with Jae-Eun. You loved taking him on strolls in his stroller around the park and he did too. He giggled and giggled whenever you made funny faces or noises. Peek-a-boo was his all time favorite game, he really seemed to get a kick out of you hiding your face behind your hands and then suddenly appearing out of nowhere. His laugh was the sweetest thing on earth and it kept you motivated, to keep pushing through all of these hard times.
He was already 3 months old. Time has flown by so quickly. You remember holding him that night after you delivered him, looking down at his soft, newborn, face. He had his dads, well, everything. His eyes; one mono eyelid and one double, small but oh-so, kissable lips. He somehow only got your nose while he got the rest of Jungkook’s features. You knew he would be a lady killer when he got older, just like his dad.
He was a spitting image of Jungkook and it hurt your heart. Whenever you looked at Jae-Eun, it brought back painful, yet so beautiful memories that you will forever cherish. Of course, he didn’t look exactly like Jungkook, since he was still a newborn but you were afraid for when he got older. He would eventually grow into his same body type, broad shoulders, muscular thighs, and tall. It would hurt to even look at your own kid, just because Jungkook did so much damage to your heart. He left you when you needed him the most. He never came back and that only hurt you more. It made you feel not special, not wanted, and alone.
Jae-Eun couldn’t talk yet but sometimes you used him to talk to, even if he couldn’t understand. He could barely say anything, so he just stuck to his famous giggles, whines, and cries. As crazy as it sounds, sometimes you feel like you are talking to someone and they are actually listening to you when you talk to Jae-Eun. He looks at you, with his deep brown eyes of Jungkook, eyebrows raised high from their original spot, and his face softens as if he truly understands what you are saying. You were excited for him to grow up because Jungkook was always such a good advice giver and knew how to listen to you. You felt that when Jae-Eun gets older, he will pick up those same characteristics and you’d have each other to talk to and get advice from, just like it was with his dad.
“Okay, my baby Jae, we are here.” You say as your bring the car to a stop and turn off the ignition. You look behind you and there Jae-Eun was, in his blue pants and white shirt, with a big smile on his face. Your heart softened at the sight, he was really going to be a lady killer, you thought to yourself.
It was a decently nice day but still fairly cold, with clouds covering the sky. It was something about the sky that brought you so much serenity. Every time you look up, you see your dad smiling from heaven, giving you a thumbs up. It brings tears to your eyes to know that such an amazing man was gone, so young and so unexpectedly. He was all you really had as growing up. Not that your mom was bad, she just tended to work a lot, favor your brother, and forget about you.
Your father was such a humble, hard-working man, and when he died, you felt like the world crashed onto you. You’ll never forget the lifeless, pale, sunken, face of your dead dad, laying in the casket. You lost someone so important to you and your life would never be the same. That was the worst night of your life, even more than Jungkook leaving.
You had a dad while growing up and a not so supportive mom, the opposite of what Jae-Eun had now. You were dreading the day you would have to tell him, that his dad walked out on the announcement of your pregnancy. A boy needs a male role model in his life, especially when growing up to learn from and grow with but you couldn’t provide that for him. The thought of that shred your heart into pieces but you can’t do anything about it, which only made it that much harder.
When you get out of the car, you carefully unbuckle his seat belt and get the stroller out of the trunk. You set it up and pick up Jae-Eun extremely carefully before placing him down into the stroller and buckling the two straps that held him in place. You were so gentle with him, not because you were scared you would drop him or anything, more so of it just being that, you didn’t want to risk something like that happening if you were too rough or too careless.
You kneeled down to Jae-Eun's level so he could see you and look at him. You tilted your head to the side and reach out to cup his small, warm, and soft cheek. He really did look like Jungkook so much already and as much as you tried to not see it in him and push it away, you couldn’t.
You still loved Jungkook. He gave you so much to love. Never in a million years did you expect for him to walk out on you so easily or quickly. He didn’t even talk to you about the whole situation, which is his fault because you guys could’ve made it work out, he just didn’t want to.
That night was bad but nowhere near as bad as your fathers funeral. Cancer was indeed, a killer. You remember waking up to Jungkook nowhere in sight, his clothes magically gone and out from the closet, and all of his personal belongings taken by him, except a picture of you two, framed and hung up on the wall. He left nothing, besides a note that broke your heart into fractured pieces, as tears flooded and left your eyes.
Y/N, I’m sorry it had to be this way. I can’t be with you anymore. I can’t take care of a baby. I don’t have the recources or stability to help you take care of another human, let alone a newborn . It is too much and I can’t have that kind of stress put on me. I love you, y/n, so much, but we can’t be ‘us’ anymore, there can’t be an ‘us’. I’m sorry. Jungkook
Stress? Stability? Recourses? Us? Love? What kind of note was that? You’ve never seen Jungkook so selfish in your lifetime. He LEFT you with all of the stresses of being a parent. He LEFT you with a baby when you were obviously not strong enough to do this on your own. He LOVED you, but couldn’t find the pity in his heart to stick with you throughout the hard times, through all of the upcoming years. He SAID that there couldn’t be an us anymore when that was what you’ve always been. He was SORRY but couldn’t stay and talk to you about the problem? He ran out on you. He ran away from responsibilities. He ran out on Jae-Eun, who needs and will need a father, at some point in his life.
Each word on that letter felt like another stab to the heart. You’ve never seen someone be so selfish, let alone the father of your baby. Jungkook was always so nice, so compassionate, so caring, warm, and so admirable but your opinion on him soon changed after he walked out on you. He was an asshole, immature, selfish, and an awful person, for doing what he did to you. But no matter what he did, you still loved him, and that’s what you hated most about the whole thing.
Normally a girl would eventually get over the guy that left and move on but you haven’t. You just needed to find someone to heal the wounds Jungkook left on your heart, someone who would make you forget all the bad that has happened to you, someone who would treat you the way you were supposed to be treated, someone who-
“Earth to y/n???“A familiar voice says while the person waves their hands in front of your face rapidly, trying to get you out of your trance. Your eyes widened as soon as you realized who it was that was standing right in front of you.
“Sorry, I- how- why- wait, did you follow me?” You suddenly ask. Jimin pulled his lips into a smile, as his eyes formed into crescent moons.
“No, silly, I saw you kneeling down as I was leaving the parking lot,” He paused and then continued after he wiped off his forehead. “I just got done with a business meeting and decided to take a walk, which I am now happy I decided to take one instead of not because I get to see you.“
Yep. He never failed to make your heart jump out of your chest. He was just so good with words.
He had on a blue shirt with a blue blazer and the sight of that, made you shiver. He was not only good with words but he looked good while saying them too.
You slowly stand up and see that he was glowing. His skin was glowing, his eyes were glowing, his teeth you could now see since he was smiling, were glowing. Jimin was just so beautiful, he literally stuck out in a good way. His eyes glistened with the sunshine and his scent once again had you in a trance. There was something about the way Jimin smelled, it brought some sort of positivity and hospitality into your thoughts. He made you forget what you were thinking just minutes before and that was exactly what you needed.
“Uhm, y/n? Gawking much?” He chuckled and as soon as you realized your mouth was hanging wide open and you were staring at him, a sudden wave of embarrassment flooded you.
“Ah, sorry, it’s just that-” Really, stuttering, cmon? "You know what, nevermind.“ You shook your head and gave yourself a mental slap to the face.
Jimin walked closer to you and stopped as he reached Jae-Eun’s stroller. He turned back to you and his lips formed a smile - no, don’t- there it is, you thought to yourself. His smile killed you. It was so perfect, the way his teeth aligned with his lips and the way his eyes smiled too, almost more than his actual one.
“Who do we have here?” Jimin says as he bends over and tickles Jae-Eun’s stomach, as Jimin received giggles from him in return. Jimin couldn’t stop smiling and that made your heart beat even faster.
He looked so good with kids. He was making Jae-Eun laugh and smile and he just got here. How could a guy be so perfect?
“That’s Jae-Eun.” You reply and look at Jimin while he was now playing peek-a-boo with him.
“Peek-a-boo!” He said in a high-pitched voice and repeated the movements needed to actually play and entertain the kid.
You heart sung, as you saw how good Jimin was with kids. Mostly guys were good, anyways, but he was just, better. Jimin was always better, now that you think of it.
He eventually stopped and reached his hands back down into the stroller, unbuckling Jae-Eun. “May I hold him?” He asked.
You nodded and that gave him the green light. He slowly picked up Jae-Eun underneath his armpits and placed a hand under his butt before resting him on his shoulder. Normally Jae-Eun cried when you picked him up but for some reason, he wasn’t with Jimin. He seemed to really be comfortable with him because soon enough, there he was resting the side of his cheek on Jimin’s shoulder, with his hands wrapped around Jimin’s neck, as he slowly swayed side to side, sending Jae-Eun off to sleep.
“Wow, he really likes you, a lot, Jimin.” You tilt your head to the side and can’t help but smile. Jimin was being so sweet to him and that made you very happy on the inside to know that he was like this. He wasn’t some guy who hated kids or got annoyed quickly.
“I mean, I AM Park Jimin, nobody can resist me.” You flick the side of his head and his mouth drops open, mouthing the word, “ouch."
"What……. You deserved it.” You reply sarcastically and flick him again in the same spot but before you move your hand away, he reaches out and grasps onto your wrist tightly.
“You know what else I deserve?” You look at him and tilt your head to the side, raising an eyebrow. “A date with you."
"I already agreed to one."
"Then, how about I take you out tomorrow night?” He asks while letting go of your wrist.
“Jimin, I would love to but I would need a babysitter and I can’t afford that right no-” He cuts you off and immediately starts talking.
“I can pay for the babysitter.” Was he rich or something? He always gave you more money than you needed and now was offering to pay for a babysitter just to take you out? Damn.
“No, Jimin it’s okay, really, you don’t have to, "
"I know I don’t have to but I want to” And there it was, the smile has returned.
Emma Swan has not owned a decent set of lingerie in far too long. It’s not as if she’s had anyone to wear it around, has had any need for it. The thought of needing an upgrade to her sexy wardrobe isn’t something her friends have needled her about in a while and therefore, hasn’t crossed her mind.
She’s just gotten her income tax money and seeing as she’s finally in a financially stable enough place in her life to not need to spend the money on bills, she takes a slightly reluctant but much-needed trip to the nearest mall. Too many unstylishly ripped jeans and torn t-shirts have been piling up in her wardrobe and, really, her lack of anything that ranges outside the bounds of leather and simple cotton is kind of sad.
She’s made a decent dent in her wallet—a couple of sheer shirts (who knew sheer was so in), a floral dress, a little black dress Ruby will whole-heartedly approve of, a nice green jacket that is decidedly not leather, and even a pencil skirt—when she passes the Victoria’s Secret.
Sure thing! I’m gonna make it a “reaction to BTS’s girlfriends getting hit on” I’m so excited about these requests I’m getting from y’all
( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) I hope you like it!!
BTS: Reaction to their girlfriends getting hit on~Jealousy
♥ Jin: He thought today was the perfect day. No practice, no performing, just a beautiful day with his girlfriend whom he loved so much. You were all dressed up for him. He adored how beautiful you were, and he thought that he’d want to show you off to the world! That is, until people started looking. He heard the talking and he wasn’t gonna stand for that.
“(Y/n), let’s just go home. We’ll order to go.” Jin was clenching his fists and frowning. You looked in his eyes and giggled.
“Jinnie, I didn’t get ready for nothing. Plus, I haven’t been on an actual date with you in forever.” You gave him a pout he couldn’t resist. He took in a deep breath and sighed heavily.
“Whatever you say, beautiful girlfriend of mine.” He said loudly, causing the whole crowd to look at you.
♥ Yoongi: You needed to go shopping today, and your boyfriend who preferred sleep over shopping, decided to go with you. Why? Because he knew just how beautiful you were. He knew damn well other guys looked at you and tried to talk to you. He wouldn’t stand for it.
“Yoongi, I need underwear.” You stopped in front of Victoria’s Secret.
“No way, I’m not going in there.” He said while crossing his arms. He loved to see what you buy and what you wear for him, but he felt embarrassed about going in such a place.
“Fine, wait here.” You were a little gloomy about him not coming in with you. You walked in, and Yoongi heard boys talking next to him.
“Wow what a hottie. Let’s go get her.”
Yoongi quickly walked in after you. No wAy was he letting some other boy come close to you. He hugged you from behind, watching as your hands shifted through lingerie.
“Yoongi?” You tilted your head back to look at him. “You ok?”
“You’re never leaving the house again, that’s final.”
♥ Namjoon: You recently posted a picture of yourself on Instagram. It was a picture that made you feel confident. Not revealing, but Namjoon saw the end of the world when he thought of the comments that you would receive for being so cute. And shit was he right. He stalked that picture of yours (screen shotting it and setting it as his lock screen, of course). Suddenly, a comment popped up, saying “DM me.” He got heated and yelled at you in the kitchen from the living room.
“(Y/N)!!” He set his phone down and huffed heavily. You ran in, thinking something was wrong. Spatula in hand, and cute frilly apron on. His eyes grew soft when he saw you, and his voice got gentle. “Don’t listen to him. Don’t listen to boys. Look at me and only me. Delete your Instagram!” He pouted the cutest pout in the world. You loved his jealousy, it made you feel secure.
“Who are you talking about Namjoon?” You wondered what got him all started up.
“That boy… He commented on your picture…” He mumbled.
♥ Hoseok: His girlfriend was a model. (Y/n) was stunning, and she was the most beautiful girl in his eyes. He never thought he’d have an issue with jealousy, until he saw other male models and singers go after her. He kept quiet about it for a while, because he trusted you. And he did the right thing to trust you. You turned down any man that tried to talk to you because you were loyal to Hobi, and he was grateful for that.
But when you got the lead part of a drama, and you were told you had a kiss scene, he lost his shit. He stood in front of the guy you’d be kissing, giving all the attitude he contained.
“That’s my princess. If your filthy lips touch hers I’ll make sure you’re never able to kiss anyone again.” He said with no hesitation.
♥ Jimin: He angrily watched as his best friends hands touched all over his girls body. Why was this happening? It was all for show. For the MV they were working on. The producers thought it would be fun if (Y/n) ended up with someone that wasn’t her actual boyfriend, and oh boy did Jimin hate it. He’s never wanted to strangle Taehyung so badly. He knew it wasn’t his fault but he couldn’t help the way he felt.
When the scene was over, you walked over to Jimin with a smile. “Are you ok? You look really mad…” You couldn’t stop smiling because you knew he was jealous, and it was super cute to you.
“Ok? Ok?!” He spoke in his accent, a turn on for you. “I don’t like this. (Y/n), you’re not gonna be in the MV anymore. We’ll get another girl to play the part.” He watched for your reaction with intense, dangerous eyes that wouldn’t allow you to reject.
♥ Taehyung: He knew it was just work. Taehyung has been dealing with this crap for over 2 years now and he reached his peek. He came to meetings with you even if he was busy, because he knew there was a man with hungry eyes, watching your every move.
Taehyung was very calm when it came to his jealousy. He was very afraid to lose you though. As he sat with you in your meeting, he eyed the man shamelessly, embarrassing you a little. You asked him to stop but he’d just brush you off. When the meeting was over, you grabbed Tae’s cheeks and kissed him gently.
“Do you think I’d go for a jerk like that. Look at me, I love YOU TaeTae.” You smiled gently. He licked his lips nervously and looked down, biting his lip gently after.
“I hope so…”
♥ Jungkook: Jungkook knew his jealousy was getting the best of him, but he couldn’t help but take it out on you. Your ex from many years back decided to text you to ask you out on a coffee date to catch up. “How does he have your number?”
“Jungkookie, I haven’t changed my number since I was 14, of course he still has it.” You whined softly. You were on the brink of tears. “He texted me Kookie, don’t be mad at me. I didn’t even text him back…”
Jungkook heavily sighed and clenched his fists. He held his hand out. “Phone.” He demanded, and you gave it to him. He started furiously typing away, telling that boy off. He handed it back to you and tried to stay calm. “If he replies, block him.”
I slap the huge ass my cock is buried deep in and give one
last final pulse, shoving myself as deep as I can into him with my 9 inch dick.
The fatass lets out a moan and I grope his huge love handles, cumming at the
same time the fat pig in front of me cums. I pull myself out, hit my wet cock
against his jiggly butt, and roll him over. I fall onto his huge belly, not
even sure if he can feel my toned 160lbs resting on his close to flabby 500.
After a few moments of enjoying my personal water bed, I speak up.
“You should probably get going soon, it’s almost 2 am…” I
say, hoping he’ll ask to stay a bit longer. But, as they always do, he takes in
a deep breath and prepares to get his huge body out of bed. I help him clean
off and get dressed, and within a few minutes he’s waddling out my front door.
I watch him go down the apartment hallway, his ass jiggling like it had been in
my bed only minutes before. As he steps in the elevator, his side moob hits the
frame and sends his belly shaking. I give a casual wave and turn around to go
back into my room, but I knock into something sturdy, not really paying
attention this late at night. Instantly, I’m not surprised.
“Oh sorr- Wait! What the hell Carter, let me in my room.” I
assertively say, trying to get passed his tall, almost naked frame. I don’t
have time for his bullshit tonight. Every time I hookup with someone Carter
always pops up right after they leave, like some sort of fucking stalker. He
lives in the apartment opposite mine; I’d be more scared if he weren’t so
literally obsessed with me. I always wonder if he stands there all night
watching the peephole, waiting for me to come out. It’s fucking creepy if you
ask me. Every time I hookup he saunters out in minimal clothing and gives me a
hard time. I barely glance at his disciplined abs and bulging biceps. He’s got
a bubble butt going on, but still not even close to big enough for my tastes.
“I’ll let you go if you answer this:” Carter says, playing
coy. “You’ve had seven guys, that I know of, over in the last semester. All of
them are gigantic whales, but you
won’t even look twice at me.” He drops his voice and leans against the wall
with his dense arm just above my shoulder, trapping me. Our faces almost touch.
Despite his shit personality, he’s definitely not ugly. “What’s up with that,
Josh?” He lets my name linger on his lips. God, I wish he weren’t taller than
me. I wouldn’t consider myself short, standing at 5’10, but he’s 6’4 and all lean
muscle. There’s no way I can escape his beefy trap.
“You’re not my type, Carter. I don’t hookup with assholes.”
I aggressively explain, trying to get him to leave me alone. He smirks and half
“Apparently your ‘type’ is too fat to wipe to his own ass.
Tell me I’m wrong.” He egotistically demands. He knows he’s right, I can see
the victory in his shit colored, piercing eyes. He’s not going to budge.
“So what if I’m not as shallow as you?” I ask. “Maybe I
don’t care about body fat percentages and negative BMI’s.”
“Say it.” He whispers. “Say you like them fat.” A strand of shitty,
medium length, wavy hair falls in his face, but he doesn’t seem to notice.
I’m annoyed. “For christ’s sake Carter, I like fat guys. Not
gym rats who won’t take no for an answer. Now let me in my fucking room.” I shove him
off me, he doesn’t resist. “And stop watching me through your peephole, it’s
creepy as shit.” I tell him as I unlock my door.
“Like I have time for that,” Carter scoffs, watching me. “I
can hear the fatties’ footsteps from a mile away, genius.” My door won’t
unlock; god this is awkward. He can feel the tension too. “But hey, let me help
you with that, handsome.” His tone changed to something nicer. He comes behind
me, grabbing the key from my hand. He unlocks the door and squeezes my
shoulder. “Goodnight.” He says, sweetly.
“Go change your underwear, I can see the precum starting to
show through.” I say, shutting the door in his face. I bet those puppy dog eyes
would make any other man drop his boxers immediately, but I’m not falling for
it. He’ll have to gain a few hundred pound before I look twice at his twitching
The next day I go to my morning classes on campus, which is
only a few minutes’ drive away from my single bedroom apartment. Everything’s
been pretty stressful this semester, I’m really glad it’s almost over. I’ve
barely gotten to hang out with my friends lately, especially with finals week approaching.
It’s only my sophomore year as an art major, I shouldn’t be spending every
waking moment in the studio or with my head up an art history textbook.
I grab a bite to eat on campus and head over to the student
gym, looking to destress before having to write a monster essay tonight. I
change clothes, put in my earbuds, and get on a vacant treadmill. Running’s
always cleared my head, ever since I started doing cross country in junior
high. I even got pretty good at track throughout high school. I’m zoned out,
thinking about a particular race when I realize my treadmill’s going faster.
I look down and see a large hand turning my speed up. I
follow the hand up a muscled arm and a broad shoulder to a face that could
belong to a model. His soft lips are moving, but my music is too loud to hear.
I shove his hand off my settings and take out an earbud.
“What do you want now, Carter?” I ask, not really caring to
hear the answer. I don’t know if he followed me to the gym or if he just never
leaves this place.
“Besides for you to go out with me tonight? I want you to
turn your speed up, maybe even lift a little with me today. You know I could
get you stronger.” He tells me with that shit eating smile.
I turn off my treadmill. “Look,” I reiterate. “I don’t go
out with beefed up muscle jocks who stalk me. Now please, go bother any other
twink in this gym.”
He’s not giving up. He sighs, “Josh, what do I have to do to
get you to go out with me?”
I sigh. “If you really want me to go out with you, gain 50
lbs of fat. If you can get up to 230 lbs without working out, we have a date.
Until then, you leave me the fuck alone.” He thinks for a moment before opening
his dumb mouth.
“Okay, deal.” He decides, holding out his hand. I shake it,
knowing he’ll never actually go through with this.
Over the next several weeks, I don’t see Carter. Not in our
building, not in between classes, not even at the gym. I don’t hear him, I
don’t smell him, I don’t even think about him. Between trying to balance my
social life and figuring out how I’m going to get through finals, Carter
totally escapes my mind. I even have a 400 pounder come over and, for the first
time, Carter doesn’t show his creepy ass up. Maybe I had been too harsh on him,
maybe he wasn’t actually stalking me. Coincidences can happen, right?
The weather gets colder and classes come to an end. The day
after my last final I pack up a few of my things and get ready to drive home
for the 6-week long break. On my way to my car, a pillow falls out of my box of
stuff and onto the parking lot concrete.
“Here, let me get that for you,” I familiar voice calls. I
turn the other way and see Carter walking over to me. He’s got a sizable greasy
bag of fast food in one hand and a very large soda in the other. That’s really
unusual for him. Where’s his protein powder and vegetable shakes? He puts the
food down and grabs the pillow, now caked in light snow. He dusts it off and
puts it back in my box.
“Hey, thanks.” I say. “… I also wanted to apologize for
before. For being a dick and everything. I’m sure you’re not as bad as I made
you seem, so… Sorry.” I’m not the best with apologies, but I mean what I say.
“Don’t worry about it,” Carter tells me with a shit-eating
smile. “Is our deal still on?”
“What deal? OH, wait.” I remember. “Oh my god Carter, I
can’t believe you took that seriously.” This fucking boy still can only think
“Hey man, we shook on it. That makes it official.” He’s not
fazed by my annoyance. Maybe he’s just joking around. I wish I could see his
frame better, but he’s wearing a thick coat. It’d look better on him if he
gained 50 lbs, but I really hope that’s not his plan.
“Fine, you got me.” I confess. “The deal is official. I’ve
got to get going, though. Got a long drive ahead of me.” We say goodbye and he
hugs me. It wasn’t the worst hug in the world, he’s just so… stiff.
I put my things in my car and look in my rearview. I see
Carter struggling to enter our building with so much food in his beefy hands.
6 weeks later. I really needed that break. I missed a lot of
my friends and family back home, and it was great seeing all of them again. I
really enjoyed myself, not thinking about school, stress, Carter, or anything
else that’s awful.
Saying that, it all came flooding back as soon as I entered
my old apartment room. As soon as I set my stuff down on the living room floor,
I notice a photo in front of my door, as if someone had slid it under while I
was away. It’s a picture of someone looking down on a scale reading “230.2lbs”.
On the back is written “Let me know when we’re on, -Carter”. Fuck. Instantly I
feel terrible for so many reasons. This can’t be real, right? I decide to just
ignore it until it comes up again. Classes start up again tomorrow and I’m
hardly ready, anyway.
Tonight in bed I mentally go through the timeline of
everything that’s happened since we made that deal. It’s been at least two
months. Can someone even gain 50 lbs in that short of a time period? This has
to be a joke. No guy in their right mind would actually put on 50 lbs just for
some random guy like me. It just doesn’t happen. At least, I don’t think it
On Tuesday evening I’m woken from a nap by a knock on my
front door. I get off my couch and go look through the peephole to see who it
is. The guy’s tall and standing kind of close, so all I can really see is his
slight double chin and pudgy chest. I open the door, wanting to see who the
cute pudge belongs to.
“Hey there handsome, did you see the picture?” Carter asks
when I open the door.
Holy shit, though. This is definitely not the same Carter I
left behind weeks and weeks ago. This man is changed, suddenly I want to
impress him. I always knew that he’s a few years older than me, but I’ve never
felt so young. He’s still Carter, just fatter and cute as hell. Is it bulking
season, or did he do all of this for me? I’m not sure what to do in this
situation, this isn’t something they teach you to deal with in college.
“Uhhhh.. Um, yea,” I stutter. “I just didn’t believe it
until now. Here, come in.” I move to the side, welcoming him in. “Have a seat.”
I gesture towards the couch, trying not to stare.
Trying not to stare at what? Trying not to stare at his
beginner gut. It’s absolutely gorgeous in his tight blue workout tank. The
smallest sliver is poking out; I can see just a hint of a stretched out happy
trail. He may be 230lbs, but he’s also 6’4. Despite his height to fat ratio, he
carries the weight well. He heavily walks passed me and I see his beautiful ass
through his painted on light grey sweatpants. So plump, so round, so in my
living room. I can’t believe this just happened. He takes a seat and sinks into
the couch cushion, you can tell he’s not used to being chunky just yet. He puts
a stocky arm around the back of the couch and looks back at me.
“You gonna si?” He asks with those eyes that stare into my
soul. Without saying anything, I sit on the opposite end of the couch, facing
him. “So…” Carter starts, awkwardly. I realize I’m just staring at him, but I
don’t know what to say. How can you put words into your mouth when all you can
think about is putting his dick there instead?
“Soo…” I try to start. “About the date.” He’s face goes
down, like he thinks his work was all for nothing. I can tell his heart is
beating as fast as mine. Do I feel like how I make him feel? Is this always how
it’s been for him? “How about right now?” I ask, nervously. I can’t stop
glancing down as that sliver of belly peeking out at me.
“Hmm, right now?” He’s smiling. “I dunno, I’m kind of
hungry..” He puts a hand on his modest gut and sends it shaking. Two months ago
there were thick abs there.
“Oh yea? Hungry for what?” I ask, ready for whatever he has
“Mmmm, I dunno. Maybe some cookies, maybe some pizza… maybe
some cock.” He explains, sending shivers down my spine. I think this is how
every other man on earth reacted to him when he was nothing but muscle. I
definitely see the appeal of him now, it’s obvious why he was so full of
himself. I wonder if his sharp jawline brought the same reaction out of others
that his now almost double chin is bringing out of me.
“I’ll order you a pizza,” I barter, scooting close to him.
“If I get to take this off of you,” I say, pulling at his shirt. “It’s getting
a little tight, don’t you think?”
He’s smiling like a dork- his cheeks have the slightest
amount of fat in them. “I’ve got Pizza Hut on speed dial, I’ll take care of the
pizza if you take care of the rest.” He negotiates. I nod in agreement.
After he’s done ordering a large meat-lovers and a two
liter, I tug his shirt off. He’s flabby as all hell. I run my hands over him as
I press my face against his. His tongue plays with mine, like he knows he’s
wanted this for so long. I fee his flab, all of it. I make sure that not a
single pound goes unnoticed. Before long the pizza’s here, and I send Carter
off to the bedroom. When I step in the room, he’s naked with his chubby legs
crossed. Saving the best for last, I guess. I take my clothes off and get on
top of him, my hard cock pressing into his fat gut. I feed him slice after
slice of greasy pizza, making sure he eats the crust. No calories wasted, not
when you’ve got someone this beautiful to feed. His greedy mouth opens for each
bite, waiting to have food shoved in him. He’s too good at this, I know he has
to be into it too. When he’s eaten all of the pizza and drunken most of the
soda, I pick up stray pizza sausage and throw the last bits into his mouth and
kiss him long and hard. He tastes like grease; he tastes like greed. I sit back
on his lap and feel his boner poking at my defined ass. I lay down next to him,
feeling his fatter sides already starting to mold into my thin frame. I grab
his cock and go to work, and he does the same for me. I can feel his whole body
jiggling with each stroke. I kiss him, feeling his thick neck shake from the
movement below. Soon, we cum at the same time.
Half an hour later we’re still in bed, my head laying on his
puffy chest. We haven’t said a word. It’s not late, and I’m not tired, but I am
dozing in and out of sleep. I decide to ask before he decides to leave.
“So…” I start, awkwardly. “You actually did it. You actually
Carter takes a beat. “If you can even call me fat yet, yea I
guess. I just knew that I wanted you, and that I was tired of going to the gym
all the time. I was thinking about becoming a personal trainer, but I hated the
thought of making other people fit all the time when I want to look like… Well,
like this.” He lets his hand fall on his gut and my head bobs on his chest. “If
you weren’t into it, I was just going to play it off as a hardcore bulk.”
“I definitely am into it.” I tell him, genuinely. “Also, if
you ever want to go on an actual date, I think I might like that.” I don’t
usually fall for guys, but this fat boy is getting to me. Maybe it’s just
pillow talk, but I think I might like him.
“Yeah, I think I might like that too.” He says, and pulls me
We spend the rest of the night together, not saying much.
It’s nice to just be with him. Before bed I feed him some oreos and milk, which
he happily devours. The tubby man can eat like a horse. I don’t ask him to stay
the night, but I don’t need to. I fall asleep in his still strong arms.
That Friday, we have our first
date. I haven’t seen him since that night we spent together. It’s only been a
few days, but being away from him has given me some clarity. As much as I hate
to admit it: I have a crush. It’s official. I can’t get him out of my mind. Not
when I’m in class, not when I’m working out, not even when I’m with my friends.
It goes without saying that I’ve been looking forward to this date since the
second he left my apartment.
It’s Friday and I haven’t seen Josh in days. After months of
chasing after him, giving him my all, and gaining 55lbs, we finally fucked.
Four times. In one night. I’ve never chased after someone like how I chased
after him. No matter what I tried, though, he always got pissed off at me for
no real reason. I never cared though, I just tried to show him that I’m not as horrible
as he thinks. I wish I knew why he always thought I was stalking him. We live
right across from each other, went to the same university, and worked out at the
same gym. I didn’t think it was a crime to say hello.
Maybe I did go overboard, though. Sometimes, he’d hookup
with these gargantuan men. My temper would get the best of me, especially when
it was late. Not gonna lie, I was always jealous of those men. They don’t care
what size they are, they’re fat and getting fucked by Josh. There’s not more
that you could want. At least, there’s not more that I could want. I don’t like
to talk about it, but I’ve always wanted to let go and be fat. I fucking love
My friends have been concerned, but I tell them I’m just
doing a long bulk. I think they see through the bullshit. I used to work out
seven days a week, and that’s completely stopped. Before the deal, I can’t
remember the last time I had eaten more than 2000 calories in a day. Small
portions of grilled chicken salads were replaced with double quarter pounders
and dozens of donuts. I think the last time I drank water was a few weeks ago.
At first my body rejected soda, but now I can’t start my day without a bottle
or two of coke. I received a glass dessert display for a Christmas gift a few
years ago, but it hadn’t seen much action until the past few months. I forgot I
had a sweet tooth. I know if I want to stuff more in me, I can always handle
more sweet shit.
As I shower, I think about the way Josh smiles. I think
about how one side of his face lifts slightly higher than the other and how I
fall for it every time. I can’t stop playing the moment of when he first saw me
after break, dozens of pounds heavier. The shock in his dark eyes, the obvious
hard-on in his shorts. I knew he wanted me, and I wanted him like never before.
As I lather my body, I realize how utterly fat I’ve gotten over the past two
months. Instantly my cock gets hard, but it doesn’t reach the height that it
used to reach. There’s too much fat blocking it. I run my hands over my chest
and feel it bounce. Deep down I know I want it bigger, I want all of it bigger.
I’ve been stuffing myself since the day Josh and I made that deal. I haven’t
even worked out, and it shows. My legs aren’t toned, my arms are getting
flabby, and my chest is looking more feminine every day.
I dry off and grab a pair of jeans. 36’s and they’re skin
tight. I suck in my gut to button them, and it hurts when they finally latch. I
put on a white undershirt, knowing that my fat is going to strain the buttons
on the size large black button up I’m putting on. Should I wear a bowtie? No,
that worked when I was slim, but not anymore. I grab my belt and put it on, but
realize I can’t it to reach where it’ll fasten. Fuck. I knew I should’ve bought
a bigger one, but I was too busy jerking off and eating Burger King. What about
suspenders? No, there’s no way I can tuck in this shirt. Maybe soon my belly
will hide my straining pant button, but not yet. I’ll just have to deal with
it. I do my hair casually messy in the mirror. I’m still hot as fuck, if you
ask me. Just chubby now. Hopefully Josh will be impressed with the tight
clothes, I think to myself. I can’t lose him this early in.
At 7pm I make the short walk to his door, wishing that it
were colder out tonight. Maybe I could wear a jacket and hide the tight shirt,
but that’s not really an option. I knock on the door and Josh quickly answers.
He looks adorable in a well-fitting cardigan and black skinny jeans, the kind
of jeans I used to wear. As soon as he sees me he pushes his cute glasses up
and takes a moment. “Hey,” I say with a smile. I want him to feel comfortable
“Hey.” He says, like he’s not
sure what to do. He’s eying me up and down and trying to hold back a smile. He
bites his lip, I step closer.
Carter steps closer to me and I basically lose control. I
swear he looks fatter than he did days ago, but maybe it’s just the tight shirt
he’s wearing. I wish he weren’t wearing an undershirt, though. Belly peeking
through buttons is always a plus. Not to mention that he’s not wearing a belt.
I can’t tell if it’s because his jeans are so tight that he doesn’t need one,
or if he outgrew his biggest. Despite that, and despite my horniness, I really
am glad to see him. That’s why as soon as things get awkward I wrap my arms
around him and hug him like a child. I don’t want him to see how he makes me
smile an idiot’s smile.
He takes me out to his car, a big truck. I don’t know much
about cars, but I know that this is a very douchy truck. Not surprising, but I’m
trying to not be judgmental. Conversation with him gets a lot more comfortable
as he drives, we actually have a lot in common. Apparently he started out as an
art major, too, before his parents pressured him to switch to finance. It
surprises me that (ex) Big Dumb Muscle Jock Carter from across the hall
actually has a personality, completed with actual emotions.
We arrive at this fancy Brazilian meat restaurant. Carter
says that you pay at the beginning and servers walk around you all night
offering you different meats. I can’t eat that much but it sounds like the
perfect place for him.
Carter pays for me at the beginning, and I’m so thankful.
This place is expensive as hell. I ask him if he’d rather go somewhere more
affordable, but he says he doesn’t mind. Over dinner, Carter makes sure to say
yes to whatever sample of meat is brought to him. 20 minutes in and he’s
already covered in exotic barbeque sauce and straining his shirt beyond its
“You might wanna slow down there,” I tell him. “It looks
like that shirt might burst.”
“Oh what? You mean like this?” He asks playfully and sits
up. He leans over a bit and the second to bottom black button flies off and slides
under a table across from us. A few of the men look at us before realizing what
happened. I can’t help but laugh. His gut shook for a solid 5 seconds after the
button pop. I don’t think this kind of thing usually happens at upscale places,
but nobody seems to care.
Conversation continues, and I
find out that Carter actually just graduated a semester early with a degree in
finance. He recently got a job as an accountant at a law firm, which I guess
explains how he can afford this dinner. It’s actually nice getting to know the
man behind the musc- well, fat. There’s a lot more to him than I thought. He
even compliments the paintings he’s seen in my apartment. I don’t tell him that
I painted them, but I do note that he likes them.
I’m getting painfully full as I finish telling Josh about my
new job. He really is everything I thought he’d be. He even laughed when I
accidentally popped a shirt button from stuffing myself too much.
Speaking of stuffing myself, my pants are really tight. I
can’t go on much longer, and I just grabbed a large plate of lamb. I wipe my
hands off and, while Josh is talking, subtly reach down under my gut and play
with my button until it pops open. My stuffed gut releases itself and I let out
a deep breath of relief. Josh looks at me and then looks to the side. He
casually covers his mouth, but I know he’s grinning. I think he thinks he hides
it well, but his eyes give his smile away. Just for him, I grab a plate of
thick sausages from a passing waiter.
That date ended in a lot more food, and a lot of fucking. The
entire weekend went the same way. Pretty much every weekend since then has,
which hasn’t been the best for work. I try to find a good balance between
hanging with my new coworkers and being with Josh, but my appetite always
pushed me towards Josh. It shows, too. It’s only been a couple more months but
damn I’m getting big. I actually have an overhang now, and a real double chin.
I get so fucking out of breath, though. We only live on the second floor but I haven’t
taken the stairs in so long. Not to mention that it’s getting hot outside. I
didn’t know I could sweat this much. Did you know that fat guys sweat under their
moobs? Also in between our fat rolls. It’s fucking ridiculous. I can’t tell if
267lbs is worth all this effort. It’s getting hard motivating myself to get up
and go to work now, when all I really want to do is eat, fuck, jerk off, and
I had to buy all new clothes when I hit 240. None of the
larges were even close to buttoning, and neither were my pants. I’m glad nobody
at work knows that 6 months ago I was body building, but they have noticed that
I’ve put on some weight. One day, after a particularly big company lunch, I sat
down in my office chair and my ass seam ripped all the way down. I had one of
my buddies who, lives in my apartments, bring me another pair, which were
equally as tight. I’m just glad I can hide my unbuttoned pants with my belly
now. There’s not much I can do about shirts that always fucking ride up,
though. I feel like a bloated balloon. A really fat balloon that can’t stop
eating and is scared he’s gonna break his desk chair.
Josh fucking loves it though. He eats this shit up like how
I eat cake. It’s like I’m getting addicted to fat and sugar, and I think I like
it. Sometimes, especially when I’m really full, I’ll just eat more instead of
fucking. I’ve been getting more fun out of it, and I can eat so much. I’ve been
tracking my calories and usually I don’t eat less than 5,500 a day. I’m used to
it; I’ve gotten used to the feeling of always wanting more. I think Josh is
getting used to it, too. His favorite thing to do lately is to shove my man
boobs together and try to fuck them. They’re not there yet, but I think they
will be soon. He’ll fuck any part of me, any part that’s fat. Especially my
ass. The other day he told me that my ass cheeks are getting to the size of my
belly when I was 230. I almost came right there.
I’ve been gaining really fucking
fast. I don’t know if I like it, and last night I brought it up with Josh
before we went to get food. I told him I wanted to slow it down, but it was
obvious he wanted the opposite. He told me that if I gain 40 more pounds by the
end of his semester he’ll be my boyfriend. We never became official, and
usually I don’t give a shit about that, but this is different. I’ve told him
what I want before, but he has commitment issues. If I ever want this to turn
into something other than weekend stuffings, I know what I gotta do.
It’ll be a lot easier now,
considering what happened after that conversation.
Last night I went over to Carter’s place, as I usually do,
but he seemed down. Laying on his bed, shirtless and rubbing his basketball
sized gut, I assumed he was hungry. But he actually said that he’s been wanting
to gain slower, or even stop. He looked so cute and innocent laying on the bed
with those fat cheeks that I almost said okay, but in all honesty he’s still
pretty skinny in my book. If he wants to be with me, like for real, he’ll have
to be bigger. I think he’ll like it, I really do. I’m just not really into relationships.
I’ve got way too much other stuff on my plate, and he’s still pressuring me to
be with him full time. At the same time, though, he has gained a lot for me.
Not to mention we do have fun when we’re together. We’ve only argued once since
we’ve been together, and that was over which fried chicken place we should go
I told him that if he really wants to be with me, he’d have
to gain 40 lbs in two months. If he can do it, I think I’ll know he’s worth
getting tied down for. We even shook on it.
After that conversation, shit hit the fan.
We were in Carter’s truck on our way to this new Korean buffet
his work friends told him about. He looked really good, at least by my
standards. I’ve gotten so used to seeing him in tight, stained old shirts and
small sweatpants he’s too lazy to get rid of, that him wearing pants and a
dress shirt was basically shocking. He did look really handsome, his thick neck
taking up his collar, the way his fat ass and thighs filled out those pants. It’s
hard to believe that he almost became a personal trainer. I love the chubby,
studly Carter much more than the muscled up asshole I once knew him to be.
We were having our usual conversation, talking about what he’s
going to eat for me after the Korean buffet, when we passed a four-way
intersection. Some drunk asshole ran his light and Carter, preoccupied with
thinking about food, didn’t notice. Luckily he’s okay, kind of. His hip was
shattered in the wreck and has been in and out of surgery since. He’s stable
now, but everyone is still on edge. Carter’s dad came to see him in the
hospital for their first time in months. He barely recognized Carter at first.
One of the doctors told him that I’m Carter’s friend, and his dad came to talk
to me. He looks a lot like how Carter did when he was fit, just an older
version. He asked about the weight gain and the accident, and I lied my ass
off. Hopefully it’ll all get sorted out soon.
It’s been a long 24 hours.
I hope you all liked part 1! If this gets over 160 notes I’ll write a part 2. And, as usual, feel free to message me with any suggestions, comments, or questions!
-I just don’t understand why it has to be with a model that’s all…
-Honey, I already told you, she’s the face of the brand, she has to be on every pictures.
-Yeah well then if she’s the face of the brand, why would they need you ?
-You know why, it’s for the charity campaign we’ve been working on for the past few months. They’re a huge brand, they’ll help spread the words across the globe, more than we could on our own.
-”We’ve been working on” are key words here ! I worked on it as much as you, if not more, and I don’t get to be on the pictures. They just want you and her to have cute and classy “couple pictures”, because I’m not good looking enough for their damn brand and…
-You’re very cute when you’re jealous.
-I could knock you out with a punch to the face when I’m jealous.
-Oh, believe me, I know.
Bruce massages his jaw a bit, as a reflex, reminiscing of that time he made you jealous on purpose…It was a terrible idea.
I'm sure this will be answered in canon at some point, but for now, do you have any thoughts on Haggar's deal?
I mean, that’s a pretty general topic here.
I think the main mysteries behind Haggar right now are:
What caused her to break with Altea the way she did?
Who was she before that?
What is she to Zarkon?
Why is she so abnormally, terrifyingly powerful- and is that a common thread between her and Allura?
What happened to her face marks- were they always like that? They’re a completely different color and shape from the rest of the Alteans, which is peculiar considering the fact that both Coran and Allura have their marks as infants would tell us it’s biological.
At this point, I have some theories, but one of the main ones is: I think that Haggar at some point saved Zarkon’s life.