i thought they were talking about height until i realized they were in the bathroom

24 Hours - two.
  • Got7 x Reader
  • Fluff
  • Word count: 2785

Description: You arrive at the cabin that you’ve been waiting to see. You finally get to have a vacation with some of your best friends, but everyone seems different. You are forced to realize that you aren’t just having a vacation with childhood friends, but full grown men.

A/N: This is longer than I expected it to be. I had most of it written up already, my to-do worklist keeps getting longer and it’s my own fault. Please be patient with me. x3

one. // two. // three. // four. (soon)

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For a Good Time

Chapter 5

(previous) (first)

Pairing: Natan

Word Count: 3000

Warnings: swearing, food mention, alcohol mention 

Rating: M (this chapter is SFW) 

Summary: A phone number scrawled across a dark, dirty bathroom stall prompts a drunk Natalie to make a phone call. When Lucifer answers, he agrees to help her find her way home. Natalie clings to the impatient man, who wants nothing more than to never see her again. Of course, he never gets what he wants.

The sunrise grated against Lucifer’s nerves as he squinted against its unrelenting assault through the smallest crack in the yellowed blinds, and he consciously shifted his attention back to Natalie and loosened his grip on the cheap McDonald’s coffee cup he was threatening to crush. Natalie, unaware of his scrutiny, was carefully tapping a sugar packet into her own cup of coffee, not bothering with artificial sweeteners when sugar cane existed. Lucifer risked a glance at his watch while Natalie stirred her coffee, now almost the color of the light tiles of the floor with how much cream she dumped in it.

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Killer - (A Chanyeol One Shot)

You stood in front of your mirror with a frown. You didn’t usually wear dresses but this one was so cute at the store and your best friend Mara convinced you that it looked great on you. Now that you were home you were beginning to feel self conscious.

It was yellow, flouncy, and fun and on a different girl with smaller boobs or maybe smaller hips it would be cute and festive. But you felt exposed. It was too short and your legs went on for days before reaching the ground. The heels only made it worse. You pulled out your cell phone and snapped a picture, sending it to Mara with a frown.

“Killer!” Was her reply and you scoffed. The girl was delusional. You steeled your resolve, pushed down the negative voice inside your head and embraced your inner woman. The one with curves and an ass and calves that looked great in heels. You could do this.

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Dancing the with Linebacker - Chapter 4

Rated: M (swearing and sex talk and all that fun stuff)
Kristoff and Anna finally dance in the spotlight.

Chapter ONE / Chapter TWO / Chapter THREE

Anna placed a hand on Kristoff’s chest below the outer fabric of his suit, feeling his rapid heartbeat. “You’re nervous.”  She said.

He couldn’t concentrate, let alone meet her eyes.  “Gee, you think?”  He hissed.

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Dean/jensen meeting readers family? - This is crap. I’m so sorry.

You Don’t Know Me

“Fuck!” You yelled, throwing your phone down on the bed. Immediately, Dean and Sam both gave you confused looks and you sighed, then grabbed the bottle of whiskey and took a chug from it, then slammed it back down on the table.

“Well don’t drag it out any longer, Y/N,” Dean laughed and stood up. “I know for a fact this time that I didn’t do anything. Sam, was it you?” Sam just glared at him and you rolled your eyes.

“My brother just texted me,” You sighed and put a hand to your forehead.

“Your brother has your phone number?” Dean tilted his head to the side.

“Yes, Dean. For emergencies only. He knows the drill.”

“Wait - your brother knows you hunt?” Sam stood up as well. “Does he know about us?”

“Yes and no,” You sighed again and started pacing. “But that’s besides the point. My parents found out I’m in town. They want me to come over for dinner.”

“So don’t go,” Dean laughed like it was nothing.

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to you, i thee wed (chapter five)

They didn’t know they were marrying each other until the bride got to the altar. And then panic ensued. Married at First Sight AU.


Parts: 1 2 3 4 5

WC: 4.9K

Thank you so much @booksfullofme and @sarahcada for the lovely edits!

also, @escurochi for such a lovely fanart of marinette’s wedding dress

The people in the room are stunned silent as the last of Marinette and her pink, flowing dress disappear from view,  Mr. and Mrs. Dupain-Cheng chasing after their daughter.

“Marinette!” her mother calls.

“Angel!” her father shouts.

The doors slam loudly with a thud, and Adrien stands frozen in place.  

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Request: Could you do a fanfiction where an old ex flirts with amy and makes her laugh and jake realises he’s wants to be the only one to make her laugh? JEALOUS JAKE IS THE BEST JAKE

Written by: elsaclack

Genres: Hurt/comfort, established relationship, domestic, jealous!jake

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Yayo Daddy - 50s Greaser!Ashton AU - PART THREE

finally amiright

the AU is set in 1950s Hollywood and mostly inspired by this video

PART ONE - PART TWOmasterlist


It’s been a year since I made my move and took her on our first date. Admittedly I almost got us arrested, but she loved the rush I gave her, I could see it in her eyes. She calls herself addicted to me, but I tell her the only addiction she has is to tobacco.

Everything’s changed, of course it has, but I still loved her the same.

I was leaning on the back of my motorcycle, waiting for the tank to fill up at a petrol station. My girl was off across the road, giggling with some old pals about something or other. I took a cigarette out of the pack open in my leather jacket pocket and lit it, letting the smoke cloud my thoughts for a few seconds. I tipped my head back and exhaled, and took another drag before paying the fuel meter and mounting my bike.

I whistled loudly across the street, grinning as she turned instinctively and slipped sunglasses on my face before revving the deafening engine, signalling I was ready to go.

I watched her cross the street, wearing my bandana so well. Her skirt was clinging to her hips and riding up past her knees, fuck. I wanted to have her in ways no one else has had or ever will have her. I would never make her do anything she was uncomfortable with, of course, but damn she must know the affect she has on me. She made her way towards me and came to a halt by the side of the bike.

“What?” I asked her, my cigarette clinging to dear life between my lips.

“You’re smoking in a fucking petrol station.” She said, shaking her head and pulling the cig out my mouth, sticking it in hers and inhaling deeply before getting on the motorcycle and wrapping one hand loosely around my waist.

“You fucking suck.” I joked, revving the bike once more before shooting out the gas station.

I heard her squeal joyfully as my speed accelerated way over the legal limit.

“Adrenaline junkie!” I shout back to her, as I take the shortcut she loves, a street dotted with huge crystal white mansions.

“You know it!” She screams back, before pressing a kiss to my cheek, “Where are we headed anyway?”

I’d made a point of not telling her that I had saved up for a fancy hotel. Our one year anniversary had to be special. We had talked about it a while ago, but she’d never think I’d actually take her anywhere.

The truth is I’d take her to the damn moon if she wanted to go.

“You’ll find out soon enough!” I deliberately teased.

It took us about half an hour to drive to our destination. I chose a huge posh hotel on the outskirts of town; not a world away, but just so that no-one knew our names.

“We’re here!” I kicked down the stand on my bike and hopped off, holding out a hand to help her down.

She took it but her eyes were trained on the vast building towering above her.

“Are we in the right place?” She said in awe.

“Happy anniversary!” I exclaimed with a cheesy grin.

The look on her face was priceless, but I only saw it for a few seconds before she snuggled into my side and whispered into my neck, “You remembered.”

“Of course I did!” I was becoming such a softie, I couldn’t erase the smile from my face, “Wanna go in?”

She withdrew herself from me, and I immediately missed her warmth. But she linked her fingers with mine and tugged me excitedly towards the large mahogany entrance.

Our jaws dropped in unison as we entered the building. The double height ceiling was elaborately decorated in a unique painting of cherubs and flowers, and a wide staircase faced us as we walked through the gleaming white foyer. I steered us in the direction of the front desk.

My girlfriend let her hands wander over the surface of the marble counter, I bit back a smile at one of her little habits; she loved to feel everything around her, she said it made her feel safe.

“Hi, we have a reservation under Irwin.” I gave my award-winning smile to the tight lipped woman behind the desk.

“Of course Sir.” She looked us up and down and began flicking through her reservation book purposefully.

We probably didn’t look like we belonged here, my huge biker boots and leather jacket, Y/N’s tight skirt and bomber jacket - we weren’t exactly model citizens, but we’d learned how to brush off comments and odd looks and now we found them quite funny.

“Your booking requires upfront payment, Sir.” The tone of the receptionist indicated that she thought her statement would throw me off.

I just shook my head and reached into the backpack Y/N had slung over her shoulders.

“Of course, $70 for the night, correct?” I pulled out a wad of cash.

All of my savings from the past 6 months.

I could feel Y/N’s grip tighten on my hand as I handed it over the desk, she never liked me spending money on her and she’s made it very clear to me before, and I’ve ignored her every time. I loved spoiling her.

The receptionist said nothing more to me as I paid for the suite, she only handed us our room key and motioned for the bellboy to take the rucksack from us. He scurried over and helped us, directing us towards an elevator and taking us up to the third floor.

“Oh you’re in room 93, any special occasion?” The blonde boy chatted merrily.

“It’s our one year anniversary.” Y/N proudly spoke, swinging our linked hands back and forth before we stopped outside our designated room.

The bellboy swiftly let us in and left, obviously realizing we wanted to be alone.

“How’d you like it?” I said, a little anxiously as she walked ahead of me into the room.

“Like it? I love it!” She ran at me and jumped, wrapping her legs around my waist, looking at me with a big grin on her face for a second before planting a sweet kiss on my lips, “Thank you so much.” She whispered.

I let her down from my grip and we began to explore the room. A king size bed protruded from the wall, decorated with a crisp white duvet and a dozen pillows. Wide windows allowed sunlight to pour in, bathing the whole room in a 6 o’clock sunset. A muted floral pattern lined the walls, complimented by the pastel peach carpet.

“I’m going to freshen up.” She breezily spoke, standing in the doorway of the en suite bathroom until I acknowledged her.

“Sure, I’ll unpack.” I chuckled at myself; between us we’d only brought a large backpack of a change of clothes.


“You can do this.” You spoke quietly to your reflection in the bathroom mirror, desperately trying to soothe your nerves.

It’s only sex, it’s not as scary as skydiving, or swimming with sharks, but yet here you were, hiding in the bathroom, in your underwear, quivering.

Ashton would never force you to do anything you weren’t comfortable with, and he knew that you would want to wait before giving yourself to him, to make sure this was real. But, by god, if these damn butterflies weren’t real you didn’t know what was.

Ashton probably wasn’t expecting to see you like this just yet, he had probably just thought he would get to ‘Base 3’ with you, even though you weren’t entirely sure what that was. You had planned ahead though, wearing your favourite white lace bra and underwear set, which did absolute wonders for your boobs. And, of course, the dainty silver necklace that Ashton had bought for you the first week of you two dating.

You ran your hands down the curves of your body, in such a way that rid you of your shakiness. Exhaling loudly you took one more look at your makeup also ensuring that your hair was voluminous and loose the way Ash liked it.

You rested your hand on the doorknob.

This was it.

The door creaked as you pushed it open, making your presence known to Ashton. He was holding a wrapped candy that had been placed on the pillow by the hotel.

“Why do hotels do this? I’ve never understood-” He stopped in his tracks as he saw you, the candy fell from his hand, discarded on the floor, “Wow…”

You giggled as you saw his eyes rake over your body, and suddenly felt confident.

“What are you waiting for?” You crooked your finger, reeling him in closer to you.

His legs almost buckled underneath him as he made his way towards you. His eyes were drinking in your appearance, he bit his bottom lip so hard you thought it might bleed.

“Say something. Ash, say something.” You stuttered nervously.

“You,” His voice cracked and he coughed, “You look gorgeous. I don’t want you to feel like you have to do this though. Are you sure-?”

“Don’t worry, don’t overthink, just fuck me.” Lust was taking over your every thought.

“Fuck, Y/N…”

Ashton pressed his mouth to yours, somewhat hesitant, but got rougher as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

Your chest pressed against his and you realised, “You’re wearing too many clothes.” You breathed, as his lips sucked on your neck.

You felt the vibration of his chuckle against you as he registered your comment.

“I guess I am.” His lips found their way to yours once more and his hands cupped your ass gently, prompting you to jump.

Your legs wrapped securely around his waist, his strong arms cradling you carefully as he walked you both over to the bed and set you down gently on the sheets. He kissed you sweetly once more before standing up and sliding his jacket off his arms. His white shirt clung to his toned arms and stomach, you felt a rush of wetness in your underwear and a telltale blush rise in your cheeks. He quickly stripped himself of his jeans, his hands wavering at the hem of his top, teasing you for a moment. As he lifted his shirt over his head you saw a large serpent tattoo trailing down the side of his body and curling at his hip. You stared at it in awe as his muscles flexed.

“I got it a few months ago.” Ashton noticed your eyes on the ink, “I wasn’t sure what you’d say.”

“I love it,” You breathed out, “I love the snake…” Ashton moved closer to you and crawled over your body, you gulped as you felt his breath over your stomach.

“Oh yeah?” He kissed your hip, and let his mouth guide him up your torso, eventually kissing the tops of your breasts that were spilling out of your bra.


“Wanna show me how much you love it?” Ashton’s cheeky grin returned, his powerful arms flipping you on top of him.

You let out a startled squeal and giggled as you looked down at Ashton, his large hands running up and down your thighs as you deliberated your next move. You nipped at Ashton’s earlobe, earning a moan from the boy. A surge of dominance took over you, and you rolled your hips against Ashton’s crotch, another moan from him encouraged you.

You smoothly unclasped your bra, letting the straps fall off your shoulders and eventually abandoning it on the floor. Ashton’s gaze was piercing, his breathing getting heavier as you exposed yourself to him. You took his hand in yours and guided it up your side, finally allowing him to touch your breasts. Your head fell back as his lust controlled his actions, his thumbs brushing over your nipples as his palms squeezed you roughly.

“So beautiful.” He whispered, his hazel eyes looking into yours.

“Ash…” You bashfully looked down, letting your hair fall over your face.

He brushed a strand behind your ear, leaning up on his elbows and then kissing you hard. You could feel him harden underneath you, the material of his boxers straining. You traced the outline of his cock through the material of his underwear, you saw his abdominal muscles tense at your actions.

“Tease.” He breathed, his grip on your thighs tightening.

“You love it.” Your breath hitched as you reached underneath his boxers, feeling Ashton for the first time.

You pushed his boxers down his thighs, taking him in your hand and pumping him slowly through your fist. The sinful noises falling from Ashton’s lips spurred you on and helped you gain confidence, but his hand on your wrist halted you.

“Stop, stop, I’m gonna cum otherwise.” He panted.

His brash words made your cheeks flush pink, and a little gasp escape you.

“Babygirl am I making you blush?” A smirk played on his lips.

“Shut up.” You began kissing him passionately, rubbing your clothed heat over his cock, the friction making you both moan out loud.

“Fuck this, I need you now.” Ashton groaned, his words making you wetter than you already were.

He sat up fully and wrapped his arms around you, kissing you hard. You melted under his touch, your brain clouding. Ashton slowly pushed you on your back, your legs instinctively wrapped around his lower torso. His teeth nipped at the skin on your neck, sure to leave marks that you’d have to cover up tomorrow.

He glanced down between your bodies, seeing that the only thing separating you two was the thin material of your underwear. He gave you a look.

“You rip them you’re buying me new ones.” You sternly said.

“Deal.” He kneeled over your body and tore the lace from you in one smooth action.

“Ass.” You grinned, hardly denying that that made you even more attracted to him, if that was possible.

“You love it.” He repeated your words from earlier cockily as two of his fingers roamed down your body, feeling if you were ready for him.

“Mmm Ashton please.” You squirmed impatiently.

He only kissed you in response, slowly reaching between the two of you and pushing himself into you, letting out a satisfied groan.

“You okay, babe?” He kissed your exposed neck as you tilted your head far back.

“Yes! Move, move!” You demanded, needing the feeling of him inside you to intensify, or you felt you might burst.

Ashton obeyed, and began thrusting rhythmically. His mouth was open, his hot breath fanning on your skin. His hands were placed by your head, his tan, muscular arms tensing with every thrust. You arched up into his chest, needing to be closer to him, your fingers wove into his honey hair, pulling perhaps a little too hard. You eased up as you heard him moan.

“No, carry on, I like it.” He admitted slowly.

You smiled a little, “You like it rough, Daddy?”

Something you said must have turned a switch inside him as he began thrusting harder, hitting deep inside you and making your stomach twist in pleasure.

“Ash!” You moaned out loudly, your fingernails dragging down his back.

“Fuck.” He dropped his head into the crook of your neck, his hips bucking strongly, waves of pleasure racking your body.

Ashton’s lips sucked at your collarbone, your skin tingling as he did so.

“Ash, please!” You begged for release, the euphoria taking over your whole body.

With one final thrust, you hit your high, squeezing your eyes tight shut, crying out and tightening around Ashton, who came mere seconds after you. His body fell on top of yours, your heaving chests pressed together as you calmed down. He levered himself off you, only barely, and looked into your eyes.

“Good first time?” He seemed almost worried that he had let you down.

You pretended to think about it before cracking a smile and reassuring him, “Yes, it was better than anything I could have imagined.”

He relaxed and lazily ran his fingers over your skin and basking in contentment before making the decision to actually get up.

“We have dinner reservations.” He spoke, offering you a hand when you tried to stand up next to him.

“How about a shower first?” You proposed seeing as both of you were covered in sweat and… other raunchy substances.

“Always a forward thinker,” He chuckled, “This is why I’m dating you.”

“Are you sure it’s not my killer ass?” You wiggled it as you walked to the bathroom, jumping as Ashton slapped it playfully.

Oh that too, of course.”

A Little Something About Faith (Part 1)

Well. It’s been a little while since I’ve made an appearance. I know everyone says this, that life got in the way and that’s true. Even though I know I don’t owe anyone an explanation, the reason I was gone for a while is because I lost someone very close to me. I’ve been so out of whack mentally and emotionally to the point where I would have a breakdown just about anywhere at anytime whether it be an anxiety attack or just uncontrollable sobbing. I’ve been disappointed in myself because I’ve wanted to write and thought about it nearly everyday but I had no motivation whatsoever. I’m truly, truly sorry to anyone I may have disappointed. It definitely wasn’t my intention and I hope I can get back on track sooner rather than later, just please bear with me. 

This piece is very near and dear to my heart. It’s something I’ve dealt with firsthand and although I don’t mind talking about it, it tends to be a bit of a sore subject. Also, please keep in mind that Harry and the female character are in their mid-late twenties. I hope it’s alright.


You had to tell him. You knew you had to tell him.

You’ve known since you were about thirteen and had the news reaffirmed at twenty. You were on medication and it did what it was supposed to - for the most part. You couldn’t tell anyone though because you were ashamed; you felt like something was wrong with you. There was something wrong with you that was out of your control and there was little to nothing you could do.

Since you’d had your suspicions confirmed, all you could think about was having to tell your partner someday - someday when it was serious enough that certain conversations concerning your future would have to take place. All you could see was a negative outcome, whether it be a fight or needing to give each other space or even so far as breaking up because you were broken - at least you felt like you were. 

You felt like you were broken because you couldn’t have kids. 


Today was your annual exam and although Harry said he’d take the day off so that he could go to your appointment with you, you insisted he keep his plans. He didn’t know exactly what it was that you were having checked. As far as you knew, he thought it was just a routine checkup to make sure your height and weight were at healthy levels and that when the doctor said to “say ah”, everything looked to be in tiptop shape.

But that wasn’t the case. Yes, you went through the normal exam checkups but you also had to have a pelvic exam. That area was the main source of your health issues and every year when you went to have it checked, you always hoped you’d hear that your health had improved from the last exam you had and every year you were told that there had been little to no change. And every year you were never prepared to hear that. Today was no different. 

Hi, love! How’d your appointment go?

Fine. It was the same as it always is

You knew you couldn’t drop this bomb on Harry over text, though you weren’t particularly excited about having this conversation face-to-face either. 

I have something I want to talk to you about though

Everything alright? I won’t be done at the studio until after dinner. You can call me right now if you want to. Whatever it is, don’t feel like it’s not important. You know I don’t like it when you belittle yourself

Everything’s okay for now, just want to talk to you about something

You’re sure everything’s okay. I feel like it isn’t…

Please don’t stress about it. I promise we’ll talk tonight

Okay. Love you. xx 

I love you too. 

You and Harry had talked about kids briefly before you’d made your relationship official. You both knew you wanted kids, you knew how many, and when you wanted to have them. You also knew that he wanted to start trying soon. He figured that if you got a clean bill of health at this appointment, there’d be no reason to wait any longer. After all, you’d been together for four years and engaged for one of them. 

Harry was more settled with his work life and if he had to travel somewhere it was only for about a week or so. Your job at the school kept you plenty busy, but if you planned it just right to have a baby at the beginning of the summer holiday, you’d have all summer with your little bundle of joy. Or so Harry thought.


The entire drive home was all a blur to you. Before you knew it, you were upstairs in the ensuite bathroom, a bath to ward off the heaviness of the day calling your name. After the pink swirls from the bath bomb had dissipated and a chill had crawled up your spine, you got up and out and dried yourself off with the fluffiest towel you could find. It faintly smelled like Harry and it brought an ounce of comfort, even if only for a second. 

After getting dressed in a pair of sweats and Harry’s lilac jumper, you settled yourself on your bed with a cup of tea and a light snack to hold you over until Harry got home. You knew he’d ask questions about the appointment and you knew you had to tell him but you wanted to wait until you’d had dinner together to fill him in.

Before you knew it, it was eleven o’clock and sleep was playing at your eyes. Harry still wasn’t home and it left an uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach.

What’re you up to? Thought you would’ve been home hours ago. Miss you…

Baby, I’m sorry. We had a spark of inspiration and we’ve got two songs nearly finished! I’ll be home within the hour, I promise. I didn’t mean to keep you waiting… xx

It’s alright. I actually got a lot of work done and didn’t even realize how late it had gotten. Do you want me to keep something out for you to eat for when you get home?

You don’t have to do that. We ate here, one of the producer’s assistants ran out and got some takeaway

I’ll just wait up for you then, see you soon mister

I still haven’t forgotten about your appointment and I want to talk about whatever it is you wanted to talk about

Can we talk about it tomorrow? I know I said I’d wait up for you but I can barely keep my eyes open

Go to sleep, love. I’ll see you soon. xx 

And just like that, sleep had taken over. 


The next day was Saturday and you had no plans to do anything. It was going to be a lazy day around the house; maybe you’d do some light chores, maybe you wouldn’t. Harry was supposed to go into the studio but because of the two songs that sprang to life the day before, he got to have a lazy day with you. 

The day started with homemade blueberry waffles and sausage, a breakfast must-have on lazy days. Following breakfast, you and Harry made your way to the living room. The weather outside made your decision to curl up in a mess of limbs and blankets that much easier and so began your movie marathon. By the time the third movie was over, lunch was in order and you heated up some leftover lasagna from the night before. Usually while you and Harry were eating, you kept the television off and just talked and you were sure he was going to bring up the events of the day before. Your hunch was correct. 

“So tell me about your appointment yesterday. Everything looks good?”

“Uh huh.” A weary smile splayed on your face. He waited for you to say more but you didn’t know what to say.

“What did you want t’ talk about?” 

You could feel your face starting to grow hot and tears gather in your eyes. You kept your head down, knowing that if you looked at Harry your dam would break. You couldn’t put him through this. Before you even knew him, just by seeing pictures of him with Lux and kids of other family friends, you knew he’d be a great dad. You knew it was something he wanted and now you had to break his heart. How was he going to keep loving you if you couldn’t give him the one thing he wanted more than anything? If you could avoid this conversation for the rest of your life you would. But you knew you couldn’t.

You got up from your chair, turning away from him. Keeping your back turned to him, you placed your dishes in the sink and made your way upstairs, shut and locked the door and went to go lay down. 

To say Harry was confused was an understatement. What the hell just happened?

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Chubby Harry

When Synergy opened in the upscale mall downtown, the trendsetter blogs called it “the only” menswear store of note. From sartorially savvy politicians to trendy club goers, the beautiful clothes at Synergy were highly sought after, exorbitantly expensive, and required uniform for the high echelons of the city’s social scene.  Marcus had always been an accomplished dresser, taking finds from his local vintage store and turning them into fitted garments that complimented his lithe frame.   He had an eye for fashion, a meticulously maintained body, and when he moved to the city, he immediately sought and landed a job at Synergy.

It was on his first day of training that he heard of the haunted dressing room. His supervisor Clark had escorted him through the second floor, where soft silk scarves and wool overcoats cut in masculine shapes hung.   Detailing how to best accessorize and dress a customer, as they approached the dressing rooms, a devious grin came over Clark’s handsome face. 

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Tiny People in Jars AU: Part 2

aka Marianne’s Tiny Boyfriend She Keeps in a Jar

Part One

I should save this for Strange Magic Week but I need immediate validation. Also a shout out to @deluxetrashqueen for giving me all the best lines for this.

“Let me out.”

“Not a chance.”

The jar had been set on the kitchen counter next to the sink after Marianne had shoved a scattering of disposable plates and dirty coffee mugs into the sink. This had raised up a clatter that had the goblin covering his ears and growling until it died away and he was able to make his demands heard.

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HI! HI! I found your blog while exploring about 3 days ago and I have been reading the story times and I loved them, so I thought I should submit some of my own! I have had a lot of encounters with Asian guys but today I’ll share 2 today, They are tied to each other (THEY WILL BE LONG, sorry) 

about me: dark chocolate skin, 5'1, almond shaped eyes (people think i have some Asian in me but i’m 100% African…i think) , average body type (i’m not chubby or anything, nor am i skinny….so in the middle i guess) 

1) This is my Junior year in high school (a year ago) and my 3rd year of Japanese class. Each year we have an exchange with our Japanese sister school in Yokohama (they visit us in the spring, we visit them in the summer) and they stay for about a week. I have been hosting since my freshman year. I was planning to go to Japan that summer for the exchange program so i needed to host someone. So far i had hosted a girl and a boy my past years. So junior year i decided to host a boy.  I see this boy (i’m going to call him TAKEN) we were born the same year and we had some things in common like manga and anime. In his picture he was okay looking (kinda dull). So I’m not thinking romantically about TAKEN, unlike other girls that decided to host boys.

We talk over the winter break to get to know each other. He seems like a regular guy that likes anime, manga video games, but he’s an only child so he’s kind of a introvert. The day comes when the students arrive i’m all excited and ready to host. i gave him my room (it was the cleanest i had ever seen it). the first day he’s still shy and i’m an extrovert so i start dragging him out of his shell and he became more open with me. we found out we both liked this Japanese game show and since then he decided to show me his favorite anime (bokurano) and TAKEN forgot to tell me this show was slightly X-Rated. we watch it and it’s not until episode 5-6 (spoiler alert) one of the girls had a thing for her teacher so she goes to his apartment and it turns out they were bought to do the nasty and i’m watching like O-O and TAKEN on his phone not paying attention. When the girl started moaning i was dead (they didn’t show what actually happened, only sound). i busted out laughing and fell to the floor. I was like nooooo. TAKEN was like “fast forward!, fast forward!” we called it a night after that episode xD.

One morning TAKEN needed an adapter cause his was broken and i’m getting ready for school and i’m in my towel and with a t-shirt on… and he knocks on my door and TAKEN’s eyes all like o-o “…i need a adapter”. I’m looking for an adapter and TAKEN is just standing there looking at me look for the plug and i had to tell him i would bring it to him before he realized he should be getting ready for school too. He comes to class with me some days and so we’re walking to class and he’s behind me taking his time. we’re already late to class so no one’s in the halls. we’re walking and then i felt someone grab my butt. I TURNED AROUND mad as hell! looked straight into TAKEN’s eyes ready to start cursing him out. I realized TAKEN was about 4  feet away from my back and then i saw my best friend and it turned out she was the one that grabbed my butt. TAKEN was laughing. He knew the plan whole time. we had fun that week but soon TAKEN’s last day came and we’re talking and he’s packing to leave and he’s like i hope to see you again. I told him I would be going to his school his summer and TAKEN just lights up he’s like “seriously! that’s great, i’ll be waiting for you when you come to Japan.” He’s like hopefully i can host you when you come to Japan. It’s not allowed at that school, i think because they don’t want the guys trying anything on the girls. THE DAY TAKEN LEAVES my arm was hooked around his arm and we were couple walking the whole time before he left. everyone is looking at us like o-o…tf happened during your week. he grew on me and I had a mini crush on him. nothing serious. He’s not the crying kind of guy so when we he got on the bus he just waves and says bye and once he got back to Japan we were on line messaging each other every day. I didn’t think he was interested until i got to Japan.

2) My trip was coming up to go to Japan and i was unsure who was going to host me yet. i get a message from TAKEN all excited and he tells me he has good news. He tells me HE WOULD BE HOSTING ME. I’m excited and wondering how, he told me he asked his teacher and she said it was okay since we knew each other already. I go to Japan. Everyone is having panic attacks because being in Japan has been all of our dreams. We get to the school after a long bus ride. We had to go to this room and have the school staff introduce themselves. after all that my home skillet-biscuit (the first boy i hosted) pops up into the room and is like where is she! he saw me and we ran to each other. BIG  hugs and everything. we were about happy ass sh*t to see each other (i haven’t seen him in 2 years)! we’re talking and he’s teasing me about how my Japanese still sucks (he’s like an adorable older brother to me).

After a while he had to go back to class but his class was my host classroom so we were gonna chill later. I had to use the bathroom and TAKEN was still in class so there was no rush. i’m walking back to the meeting room and ran into some cute upper class men and they were smiling like hella hard and looking me up and down, i’m not the shy kind of girl so i’m like KONNICHIWA! and wave and these dudes were like woah! and said it back all excited. i get back to the class room the door is wide open and there’s like double the amount of people in there than there was originally. and i hear “where’s …?” and someone turns and is like oh there she is, she’s back from the bathroom. I thought i was in trouble. I heard a swoosh! and someone running at me yall! I turn and TAKEN is running at me (this is the first time seeing him with so much energy) he hugs me tightly and he’s like how was your trip! i’m so glad your here! There was a welcome assembly for my group so he had to go back to class. i see him in the hall way and he’s waving all excited like hey!! and i waved back (he was being extra cute that day)the ceremony was over, and i’m talking to all my friends from 2 years ago they all remembered me so we were just reminiscing. Our group had to leave, we said our goodbyes. and i’m last to leave. out of no where this one boy comes towards me. He had guts because the other boys would just stare. He comes to me, starts walking with me an introduces himself and i’m smiling because he was nervous and cute at the same time. he tells me he’s singing at the school festival and he would like me to come see him and i’m like i would love to. i get the info and he’s smiling but the whole time there were these annoying Japanese girls behind us and me teacher was rushing me. the girls were just laughing at us/him (looking at us) the whole time (i gave them my death glare cuz they had me fkd up, they stopped after i peeped them). Me and the boy go our separate ways but i didn’t get to see him sing because we had a set schedule to follow and it was disappointing because i wanted to see him perform, i feel like i let him down.

FAST FORWARD. Me and TAKEN finally start going to his house. he lives 2 hrs away from his school and i was like brrrrruuuuhhhhh!! We finally get to his house and i hear the pitter patter of someones small feet running towards the door. IT WAS HIS MOM! we were about the same height! she’s so happy and is like hello hello! welcome!! and i hugged her and she seems excited to have a daughter for the week! his dad didn’t arrive until later that night (his dad is ridiculously tall!  6’-6'2) and TAKEN looks EXACTLY LIKE HIS DAD! and if TAKEN gets that tall imma have to wear heels.

FAST FORWARD. I woke in the morning with a cold because i slept right next to the A/C in my room. TAKEN’s is laughing at me because he warned me but it was too hot outside for me to care. FAST FORWARD. One night i was in TAKEN’s room and we were chilling and playing shogi and talking, after i lost the game he told me there was a secret way to get from his room to my room. and i was like seriously (this boy is sneaky). there was like a balcony outside our rooms that attached and he helped me get out the window and we were walking through the path, the stars were out we stayed out there for a bit and it was perfect. One day TAKEN couldn’t go to school because he had a tournament.  So my host mom took me to school. we bonded and all. I came back and once the door closed i heard someone running. it was TAKEN. i walked up the stairs and i see him by my room waiting for me cheesing extra hard. i chuckled because all the noise he made just to try and act slick xD. I ask him how the tournament was he was like he lost but he didn’t care too much.

TAKEN was really nice and happy that whole week. he surprised me with a trip to a really big mall knowing l love to shop (we were there for hours, i think he regretted it after a while xD). When we were in one of the clothing shops (we were the only two in there) i found these shorts that i loved and I called TAKEN to come over and see them on me and he was like yassss they look good on you. so i had to buy them. The cashier asked if we were together romantically and TAKEN started blushing and turned his face away from me. me and the cashier lady is laughing because she’s sorry that she made him turn red….He’d always offer to hold my bags. We had mini dates though he didn’t say they were. we went into purikura (Japanese photo booth) together and took the cutest pictures. This boy was so comfortable in there, he put his hand around my hip and shoulder. we were really close to each other. when i showed his dad the pictures. his dad was smiling extra big! and looked at me and TAKEN like ohh! I SEE YOU SON! tbh we were acting like a couple that whole week. we didn’t drift too far from each other whenever we were with the other groups we were always next to each other. We had a end of festival party with his class and me and another girl that was getting hosted was there. we went to KBBQ and we had options where we pay one price and we get as much meat as we order! my cutey pie TAKEN was grilling the meat like a boss. He was only worried about me he cooked our meat and he was putting the food on my plate saying try this. how do you like it. i was geeking because he was a total sweet heart. He became so comfortable he would always take pictures with his arm around me (even with others around) our last night together we ate noodles together watching t.v. the day i had to leave i was taking pictures with the family. my host dad was trynna be cute and was like oh let’s get a picture with you and TAKEN (with a devious smile) . TAKEN was like “chiiiiilllllll!”  and i’m blushing extra hard. but his mom hit TAKEN’S dad on the arm and was like chill your making her uncomfortable. so we didn’t take the picture. we didn’t really need it we had purikura and cute selfies.

It was time for me to leave and get in the taxi and TAKEN is sad. i can tell. everyone is giving hugs and goodbyes. I hug him extra tight and he’s hugging me extra tight back. I told him to keep in contact. we get in the taxi and my seat is all the way in the back of the car. and so TAKEN is shaking hands saying bye.and than he gets to my hand and he doesn’t doesn’t let go. keep in mind i’m in between to 2 people sitting in front of me. we stare into each others eyes(we didn’t break eye contact once) and we both see each other’s sadness. he says goodbye (still holding my hand and looking in my eyes) we are looking into each others eyes and other people, Japanese and american, our teachers too! were looking at us like o-o……and than he finally let’s go and my hand dropped. taxi door closes and everyone in the car starts to cry so my sadness went from 70%-100% so fast and i start crying more than i usually do. like this dude just stole my soul and heart when he looked at me like that. I got back to the states and we message. it’s been a year since i’ve been in Japan. we still talk a lot. but it’s slowly fading because he is so far from me and he has college exams coming up soon.

Right now i have no romantic feelings towards him but I’ll catch y'all up if anything happens in time or some years when i go back to Japan.

Sorry my story was all over the place. I hope you like it. I have other stories i’ll submit (i’ll try to make them not so messy) <3

KPMBW: OMG you hit me hard in the feels! if this was made into a movie, I would watch it and yes! please keep us up to date, I hope you two can see each other again!!! <3


Request: Can you do a sweet newt imagine where you first get to the WICKED compound and you remember Aris being your brother and he gets immediately all protective when he finds out you and newt are dating? And then newt does something that proves he’s boyfriend worthy and protective? THIS WOULD BE SO CUTE AND I HAVE SUCH BAD FLUFFY FEELS RN. HELP.

“Aris?” You asked once the boy left the bathroom. Memories started surfacing in your mind of your brother. Instead of Teresa, like you expected, there he was.

He looked just as surprised. “Y/N?” Both of you made a move to approach closer, but Thomas held you back, slightly scared that Teresa wasn’t in the room. “Y/N, I remember,” Aris continued, “Who are these guys?”

Newt questioned firmly, “Who are you?” Although he didn’t care to admit it, thoughts about this boy having some relationship with you made him a little jealous. The two of you had been dating for a long time in the Glade.

“Who am I?” He replied sarcastically. Before Aris could retort that he asked first, you nudged his shoulder lightly to calm him down. Newt noticed the action and his stomach dropped.

“Alright, explain yourself, then,” Thomas said reluctantly. He could see that he had some connection to you.

Eying the Gladers suspiciously, Aris sat down and looked at you. You rolled your eyes at your older brother, but you still sat next to him. Newt felt his jealousy grow slightly. “Okay, so who are you?”

“Guys, don’t worry,” you reassured, “This is my brother, Aris.”

“How do you know?”

“How did you remember your name?” You retorted, “I know. Now we’re listening to what he has to say civilly.” Your gaze caused the Gladers to nod slightly embarrassingly.

“We trust you, Y/N,” Newt reminded her before turning to Aris, “How did you get here?” Aris noticed the slight comment towards his sister and lightly glared at the British boy. You nudged him again, but he cocked his head towards you which made you laugh slightly.

“How did you get here?” Thomas repeated Newt’s question. Once the questioning was over, Aris and you were talking about both of the trials. “I’m not sure if I like how they are treating you.”

“The Gladers are just stressed,” you dismissed, “Besides Newt, Thomas, Min, and Fry are the best.”

“Yeah, they keep staring this way,” Aris remarked, “Like I’m just going to steal you. That blond one looks over here quite a bit.”

You reminded him, “Newt. Actually, he and I happen to be seeing each other.”

“Seeing each other?” He echoed with confusion.

“Like dating,” you treaded carefully. You weren’t sure how well your brother would react to the news. There were some distant memories of protectiveness from him.

Aris looked at you with confusion. “What? When did that happen?” You also noticed the glare he sent Newt when he looked at the two of you.

“About a year,” you stated, “It’s been great, Aris! I know he seems kind of reclusive today, but we all lost quite a few people to get here.” Aris saw how happy you were, so he decided to leave it at that, but he was definitely going to talk to the Newt guy later.

He was talking with Thomas when Aris was able to find him without you. “Thomas, may I talk to Newt alone?” He asked. The boy looked at the pair of you and nodded hesitantly.

When Thomas left, Newt turned to the boy. “I assume Y/N told you?”

“Yeah.” Aris noticed the height difference and tried to stand taller. “Look, I don’t like the idea that I’ve never met you and my sister has been dating you for a year. I’ve been separated from her long enough.”

Newt smiled a bit, having no idea what was going on. “Uh, I wouldn’t come in between you guys.”

“Y/N wouldn’t choose you over me. Blood is thicker than water.”

“Are you okay?” Newt rose an eyebrow on Aris’s ‘intimidation’. “I’m not asking her to choose.”

“Okay, so past relationships?” Aris interrogated.

“Before meeting Y/N,” he replied sarcastically, “I was living with a group of boys. You tell me.”

“Didn’t answer the question.”

Newt rolled his eyes at the boy trying to be intimidating. “No, no past relationships as far as I’m aware of.” Aris felt a little embarrassed by the disrespect and left him alone, so he could consult Thomas about him. “Newt?” He asked, “Yeah, he’s a good guy.”

“Is he a good guy for Y/N?” Aris persisted, “She’s my sister and I don’t like the idea of her dating someone I barely know. I don’t like her dating at all!”

“Look, Aris, Y/N is happy with Newt,” Thomas reassured, “Newt might seem irritated now, but he wouldn’t do anything to hurt Y/N.”

“Still don’t like him,” Aris decided with a scowl etched on his face. After that, he made sure that you wouldn’t be alone with Newt. Every time it looked like either of you were getting too comfortable, he’d manage to join the conversation and sit in between the two of you. You’d simply smile at Newt knowingly. He’d just sigh and continue dealing with Aris’s side glared and snide comments.

“It’s extremely irritating,” he complained to Minho, “All I want is to talk to my girlfriend. Is that too much to ask?”

Minho stated, “Well, he is her brother.”


“So, prove it to him you deserve alone time with Y/N,” he suggested. Newt nodded, still slightly annoyed at the fact. He wasn’t going to prove himself to Aris until he saw the two of you at the food hall. You were really laughing at something Aris had said. After getting playfully shoved by you, Aris punched you in the arm. The two of you were fighting like siblings endearingly. Newt realized that Aris wanted the same thing he wanted. To keep you happy.

“Hey, Aris,” Newt asked after dinner, “Can we talk?” The boy nodded and followed him out of the room reluctantly. “So, you obviously care about Y/N and are worried about her well being. I just want to know if you’re comfortable with me dating her.”

“I’m sorry, but I don’t like the fact that she’s dating someone I hardly know,” he stated firmly, “How am I supposed to know if you’re good enough for her?”

“I’m really not. I keep telling her that she deserves someone who can actually keep up with her.” Newt’s insecurities showed gradually. “I mean, she was in a place with a bunch of athletic boys. Why would she choose me?”

Aris rose an eyebrow with curiosity. “Why did she?”

He smiled as he recalled the conversation, “She said that she could care less about my limp. Y/N just smirked and said that I’m the only boy for her.” His eyes met Aris’s. “I’m sorry. I get your motive, but is there anything I can do to prove that I’d never hurt her? I’d die without her.”

Aris tried to maintain his tough facade, but, because of the story, he just wanted to give his ‘blessing’. Instead he said simply, “Well, I’ll stop interfering and observe the relationship. Just no kissing around me. Got it, Blondie?”

“Got it,” he joked a bit, “You might not want to follow me into the next room.” When he left, Aris found himself laughing a tiny bit at the joke. Huh, maybe he isn’t too bad.

Status Update

Another short story inspired by some unfortunate real life events.


Derrick sat down at his desk and pulled the keyboard closer to him. Navigating the mouse across the screen, he quickly typed in a web address. The monitor glowed with blue as a certain social media site was brought up in his browser. He deftly entered in the log-in information that he had done so many times before, and he was soon greeted by his own newsfeed. Derrick had a habit of going on the site and blithely scrolling through the news without actually paying much attention to it. It had just become part of his daily routine at this point. He clicked back and forth a few times, seeing pictures of high school friends enjoying college, seeing pictures of his college friends enjoying their summer break, and seeing a few cringe-worthy posts from family members. He clicked over to his own profile, scrolling through various pictures: high school tennis, graduation, and his first two years of college. He checked his profile picture, a smiling boy with brown hair looked back at him. He took a moment to appreciate his appearance. While he wasn’t particularly skinny, he wasn’t fat either, instead having reached an appropriate weight for his height and build.

Derrick lifted himself up from the chair, turning and heading to the bathroom. He returned a few minutes later, much more comfortable, to find that his internet browser was still on his Facebook profile. He was about to close the tab when he noticed a new post from his own account: “Derrick likes ice cream.” While he was familiar with the website’s function of liking particular things and it wasn’t untrue of him, Derrick was nonetheless confused as to how this post had come to be. He certainly hadn’t written it before he left for the bathroom, and he certainly hadn’t somehow communicated it from within it. At last he reasoned that his little sister must have come into his room, and seeing the open site, gone on and liked something random as a joke.

“Though…ice cream DOES sound good…Hey, why not?” Derrick thought to himself as he grabbed his wallet and keys and headed out into the warm summer sun. It was only a short walk to the nearest ice cream stand, and Derrick was soon ordering himself a small ice cream cone, or so he thought. What the girl working the stand instead handed him was a massive hot fudge sundae, quite possibly the largest thing on the menu. Perplexed, Derrick motioned to the girl behind the screen.

“Excuse me, this isn’t what I ordered…” he began.

“Uhhh…yes you did,” the girl responded with the pent up sass of nearly a full day’s customer service work. She held up the piece of paper that she had written his order on, and it read very clearly “Large Deluxe Hot Fudge sundae.” Derrick, still mildly puzzled, shrugged and began to walk back home, shoveling the delicious mass of ice cream and fudge into his mouth, the cool treat feeling especially good under the sweltering sun.

Returning home, Derrick noticed a note on the door.

“Derrick, your sister and I have gone to see that new movie she keeps talking about. It’s a long one so we won’t be back until late.



Derrick just shrugged and walked into the house, tossing the empty ice cream cup into the trash. He wandered around the house for a bit before boredom returned him to his computer screen. His Facebook once again came up as he logged in, and, strangely, another post seemed to have been made by him: “House to myself tonight! Gonna lounge around and order some pizza!” Derrick was starting to grow concerned. The previous post could easily have been explained by his sister messing with his profile, but this, what would she hope to gain from posting this??

Suddenly, the claxon of the doorbell rang throughout the house. Derrick spun around in his chair, leaping up and walking to the hall to answer the door. As the door opened, Derrick was greeted by two large cardboard boxes. The man behind then spoke up: “Got two extra-large pizzas here, that’ll be $16.50” and handed the boxes to Derrick, who, stunned, managed to reach for his wallet, handing the man a $20. The greasy, cheesy pizza smelled better than anything else had ever smelled to Derrick at this moment, and, sitting down on the couch and turning on the tv, he flipped the lid of the first box and began to dig in. The pizza, which he had eaten before on a number of occasions, tasted far better than the cheesy cardboard he had described it as previously. As Derrick relaxed on the couch, the pizza seemed to disappear effortlessly.

Derrick awoke to the sound of the front door closing. His mother and sister had finally returned from the movie, coming home to find him passed out on the couch surrounded by two empty pizza boxes. His mother commended him for having found his own dinner and turned toward her bedroom, Derrick’s sister close behind. Derrick looked around at the empty boxes beside him. He wondered if it had been him who had eaten all of it. Placing a hand on his stomach, he found the answer. His belly was taut from the stuffing he had subjected himself too, pushing out against his shirt. He gave it a rub, feeling a layer of soft fat below his tight skin. Part of him was worried about this development, but most of him just wanted to get to bed. He hefted his body, heavy with food, from the couch and slowly walked his way back to his bedroom, collapsing on his bed.

Derrick was awakened by a loud whistling sound. Looking around sluggishly he realized it was his phone. He reached out, grabbed it, and dialed in his unlock code. A tiny box with an F in it signified that a Facebook notification had been what roused him from his slumber. He tapped on the icon to see what the notification was. “Derrick updated his profile picture, “it read. With a creeping sense of dread, Derrick opened his profile to see that, indeed, there was a new picture of him where the old one had been. At least, he thought it was him… It looked as though someone had altered the picture to add an extra 20 pounds to his body! The shirt he was wearing in the picture looked like it barely fit, a small portion of his belly poking out beneath it. His shorts were unbuttoned, likely because they could no longer fit all the way around his expanded waist. Even his face looked chubbier, his smile looking all that much more cherubic. Thoughts were beginning to race through his head. How could someone be posting these things? Did they have access to his accounts? He needed to figure something out and fast.

Switching the phone to the dialer, Derrick punched in the number for his best friend, Kyle. After several rings, a groggy voice met him on the line.

“Kyle, look at my Facebook,” Derrick asked, too shaken to bother with an explanation.

“Derrick? Wha…why?”

“Just, please look. I think something’s wrong with it. I mean, just look at the profile picture!”

“Uh, okay, okay. Give me a sec….”

Derrick waited patiently as he heard the sound of his friend typing away at his computer, getting up out of his own bed to pace about the room.

“Dude, is this some kind of joke?” came the reply.

“I know, right?! Do you think someone might be messing with me?

“…What are you talking about? There’s nothing wrong with it. The profile picture is just you, looking  like you always do…”

“No it’s not! I…I look…you know…FAT!”

“Uh, Derrick, I don’t know how to break this to you, but…you’ve ALWAYS been fat…”

Derrick nearly dropped the phone as he caught sight of his reflection in his full length mirror. There it was, the exact picture from his profile, in the mirror. Derrick placed a hand on his swollen belly, only half-covered by his shirt that had fit perfectly the night before, barely able to imagine that this was real. Suddenly, the button on his short, unable to hold out for any longer burst off and went flying across the room. The shorts remained in place however, held there by his fattened butt.

“No…no…” was all he could manage to say as he gazed into the mirror at his new reflection.

What followed after this was a desperate attempt to locate any piece of clothing that could actually cover his new body. It seemed that the only part of reality that hadn’t been warped was that of his wardrobe. Everything was either painfully tight or far too revealing. In the end, Derrick left the house wearing a pair of tight sweatpants and shirt that he had received last Christmas which, at the time, had been a size too large. Hopping in his car, Derrick began to drive to the mall to find some clothes to cover his new body. Halfway there, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. The familiar feeling of dread came over him as he slipped it from his pocket and checked his notifications. It was another of his own status updates. “Getting fast food for breakfast! #fatboy.” He tossed the phone onto the passenger seat. No way was he going to let this come true.

“Alright, sir, here you are. An assortment of our breakfast biscuit sandwiches,” came a voice above him and to his left. Derrick looked up to see a large bag being handed toward him from a window. As he took the greasy bag, he looked around to see that he was now pulling out of a drive-thru! Derrick began to tell himself that it was okay, he just wouldn’t eat any of the food in the bag. He continued to tell himself this as a torrent of breakfast sandwiches disappeared into his greedy mouth. As he finally reached the mall, all that remained was an empty bag and a sea of wrappers. Derrick could feel his already tight clothes fitting even tighter to his body now thanks to his breakfast binge. He needed to find some new clothes, fast!

The cool mall air was a welcome respite from the heat of the summer outside, as Derrick hurried through the sliding doors. He began to survey his options. While he certainly wasn’t big enough to be unable to find clothing in normal stores, he figured that shopping at one of the Big and Tall stores might be a better option. Walking into the store, the sales associate greeted him with a smile and the usual offer of assistance, which he politely declined. A few minutes’ search yielded him a pair of shorts with a 40 inch waist and an XL button up. Just to be safe, Derrick carried the items over to the fitting room. Disrobing, Derrick attempted not to look in the mirrors, not wanting to be reminded of the weight that he had put on. He pulled the new threads over his chubby form. They fit well, a look in the mirror confirming this.

Suddenly, his phone began to vibrate loudly on the seat behind him. Grabbing it quickly, he was horrified to see another status update: “Ripped out of some clothes in a fitting room today, lol. #fatboyproblems.”

Derrick let out an exasperated groan as he began to feel the clothes getting tighter, as if they were slowly constricting around him. Unfortunately, the opposite was true, his body was beginning to grow again, making the clothes smaller and smaller on him. He tried to get them off, but his growing body was one step ahead. In no time at all, he could feel the waist band of the shorts cutting into his expanding waistline, the seat of the shorts growing tight across his growing butt and even the legs becoming like casings on his new thunder thighs. Almost in unison, the back seam and front button broke, leaving the shorts in tatters. Derrick watched as his gut, pressing outward from the pounds upon pounds of new fat, began to strain the buttons on his shirt. One by one, they began to pop off, each signifying a new vastness of his midsection. As his belly grew wider and wider, drooping lower and lower, his once flat chest was developing into a heavy pair of moobs. As they blossomed across his chest, sagging down to his large gut, his man tits popped the last two buttons off the shirt, leaving it completely open. As the growth finally stopped, Derrick was left in nothing but the tattered clothes and his now extremely tight underwear. Left with no other options, he summoned the sales assistant, asking for clothing up two sizes from what he had, hoping that they would cover his now, nearly 260 pound body.

Dressed in his brand new clothes, Derrick returned to his car. He laid his arms across the wheel, allowing himself to slump forward and resting his head on his arms. In doing so, he could feel his larger gut pooling in his lap and pressing down against his fat thighs. He began to ask himself why. Why had this happened to him? What had he ever done to deserve this? He had always been a polite, thoughtful guy, never making enemies. How was it even possible for all this to happen? He began to assure himself that he could lose the weight. He would start working out and eating right. But what good would that do him if the status updates continued? As if in answer to this, his phone buzzed. Derrick picked up the phone to see his profile once again. This time it said: “Derrick likes being fat.”

Two months later, when a new profile picture was posted on Facebook showing a Derrick of no less than 300 pounds, it was not done by some unseen individual or cosmic force, but with a feeling of great pride by the man himself. The past months had seen Derrick become obsessed with one thing: making his body as fat as possible. His gut had continued its outward expansion, joined now on each side by large love handles. His ass was quickly becoming large enough to make sitting in normal chairs uncomfortable, and his thighs were beginning to strain his pants again. Atop the ball of stomach blubber rested two fat, saggy moobs, with overstretched nipples to match. Derrick’s face had acquired an extra chin, which only served to make him even more handsome. He had finally grown to be the person that his Facebook profile had made him into, and his growing wasn’t done yet…

webbugiman-deactivated20160626  asked:

Hi~~ can you write how jikook bodyswape??? Thanks ❤💙

Title: A Week In Your Shoes
Pairing: Jikook (Jimin/Jungkook)
Word count: 1776
Rating: PG-15 / T
Warnings/Notes: None. Some foul language.
Jimin and Jungkook swap bodies. Jungkook isn’t sure what to make of it when Jimin seems to be enjoying this much more than he needs to.

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I’ll Be There


Pairing: Theo x Reader

Summary: Hii I love your imagines!! Umm I was wondering if you could make a Theo imagine based on the song “I will be there” by Odessa ? xx

If you ever need someone, to just love you. If you ever need someone, to simply adore you. I will be there standing by your side.

You came home that night after a busy day out. Just having moved in with your boyfriend of 1 year, you and Theo have been going strong and it completely caught you off guard when he asked if you wanted to move in together. It was a big commitment, however after much thought you said yes and now here you were, opening the door to the apartment you shared with Theo.

Hearing water running you assumed it was Theo taking a shower, stepping into the bedroom removing your coat, jewellery and shoes. A light sob altered you to the bathroom, peaking through the door the last thing you ever imagined was in fact happening before your eyes.

Theo was curled up in the shower, the water running down and all over him. He was fully clothed and looked broken, the scene devastated you. Rushing towards him not even caring the fact you were now getting wet, he leaned in, not even having to think you pulled him closer.

Not having any clue as to what prompted Theo to be like this, had you worried. For the duration of your relationship Theo did nothing but showcase how strong, muscular, confident and cocky he was. So seeing your boyfriend completely vulnerable was new. He leaned back against the wall which gave you the opportunity to turn the water off. Theo didn’t seem at all bothered by that fact and continued to stare straight ahead.

Grabbing two towels you wrapped one around yourself, and the other around him. “Babe your starting to scare me, Theo please talk to me” you softy whispered, drying him and his clothes down.

His eyes were red and puffed, “It’s all too much”, was all that he managed to get out.

Having no idea what he was referring too, scared you a lot more. Managing to get him on his feet, which wasn’t easy due to your strength and height compared to his. The two of you slowly got out of the bathroom, and sat him gently on the bed not minding that his clothes were still a bit wet.

Rubbing his back, Theo had calmed down and was holding onto your hand. “Do you want to talk about it?” asking him, letting Theo know you were here for him.

“Can we just lay here, I just want to hold you”. Looking into his eyes, this was the first time you saw Theo fragile and all the many times he took care of you, it was now time for you to return that favor and take care of him, despite not knowing what had gotten him so upset.

“Yeah, of course”.

Moving back to gain support from the pillows, Theo wrapped his arms ever so tightly around your body, while you sat in between his legs loving the sound of his heartbeat.

“I know I probably sacred you babygirl, things have been tough lately”, shifting slightly Theo realized how that might of sounded, “Not with us, god no!. You’re perfect, things are amazing between you and I”.

Lacing fingers, you replied. “It has to do with everything going on in Beacon Hills, doesn’t it? The stress has been piling up?”.

Theo kissed the top of your head, “Something like that”. He sighed deeply, and the feeling of not knowing how to help him didn’t sit well with you.

Untangling yourself, you occupied the space beside him. “I wish I knew what I could do to help, but you’re Theo Raeken and you love to take care of things yourself”.

“Babe-” you shushed him with a kiss.

“Let me finish, that’s one of the many things I love about you. The fact you take charge, and don’t take crap from anyone. But I want you to know that I’ll always be by your side, supernatural or not I’m here. And I’m going to love and adore you until the day I die”.

There was a brief pause, you could tell he was speechless. And it took a lot for him to become speechless. “Like I said before babygirl, you’re perfect the way you are. And I’m right by your side too, protecting you from anyone wanting to hurt you and most importantly loving you the way you should be loved”.

Words were just words, and now it was time to back them up with actions. Tracking the outline of his lips, you hovered over them before the both of you sealed all that was said with a kiss.

You’re Perfect (Mashton/4 Preference)

Request: could you do mashton (or all) where you’re out eating and break down bc you’re so scared of eating (in terms of eating disorders etc.) if you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to ask, I’m kind of an expert on this. As a basis to go off of, the reason one would be scared to eat is because in your brain, fat is equated with worthlessness xx

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Originally posted by peachyemo


“Babe, I’m home! I brought pizza! And three idiots!” You heard Michael’s voice boom through your apartment followed by woofs and hollers from the boys.

“In the bedroom babe!” You yelled back. Before you could stand to join them in the family room, you heard footsteps coming down the hallway.

“There’s my girl.” Michael smiled as he entered your bedroom. You smiled back as he wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed the top of your head. “Come on. We have pizza and movies.” He grabbed your hand and led you to the couch where three other boys were stuffing their faces. You sat down as far away from the pizza as possible and focused on the movie. Michael put a slice of your favorite on a plate for you, but you refused to touch it. You had been recovering from an eating disorder you had when you were a teenager and most days were fine, but today was bad. You just kept imagining yourself gaining pounds and pounds until eventually, Michael would think you’re gross and leave you. You already thought you were overweight even though you were the perfect size for your height and Michael would love you regardless, but that didn’t make sense in your mind. How could he love someone as worthless as you?

You began to feel nauseous at the smell of the food and excused yourself to the restroom. You sat there for a few minutes, ignoring the ache in your stomach for food. You heard a knock at the door and figured it was locked, but Michael walked in a moment later.

“What’s wrong, babe? I got you your favorite pizza and you haven’t even touched it. Are you sick?” He leaned forward and placed a hand on your forehead to check your temperature. “No fever. Baby, talk to me. I can’t help if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.” He knelt down by the toilet where you were sitting and forced your eyes to meet his. He immediately knew you were crying and then he knew. “Oh, baby.” He said in a soft tone. You sobbed quietly knowing that he had figured it out.

“W-why do you even love me? I’m gross and sick and every time I want to eat something, I feel sick because I know that I’m going to get fat. I just know it.” You cry into his shoulder and he rubs your back soothingly.

“That it absolutely ridiculous. You may be sick, but you most definitely are not fat. You are beautiful and eating will keep you healthy. I love you and nothing will change that. In my eyes, you will always be the most beautiful girl in the world. I am going to be by your side and help you beat this disease and every day, I am going to tell you how much I love you.” Michael’s voice was soft and instantly calmed you. You let go of his neck and he helped you up off of the toilet and you guys returned to the living room.

“What, did you guys have a quicky in the bathroom?” Calum chuckled and you slapped his shoulder lightly before grabbing a slice of pizza and taking a huge bite.


Ashton and the boys were all going out to celebrate finishing recording their second album. You were obviously invited too since Ashton was pretty much connected at the hip with you when he was home. They decided on Aria restaurant because you said it had the best view of the ocean. You were at home getting dressed when you heard Ashton come in.

“Ready to go, Y/N?” He yelled into your small home.

“Yeah, babe! Be down in a second!” You yelled as you grabbed your favorite blue dress from the hanger and stepped into it. You pulled it up past your thighs, but it wouldn’t go over your bum. You wiggled and jumped, but it just wasn’t going on. You had just bought this dress last month and it always fit you in all the right places. Fear instantly entered your mind when you realized that you must have gained weight. You had held a steady weight since high school when you first started going to therapy for your eating disorder. You had long since stopped therapy, but the thoughts were starting to reappear.

Your eyes started to water in frustration as you pulled the dress down and threw it at your dresser. You went back into your closet and grabbed a black pencil skirt and a pink button down blouse. You put them on and quickly fixed your eye makeup before running downstairs to meet Ash.

“Hey beautiful.” He smiled before pecking your lips. You grinned and grabbed his hand before heading out the door to the car.

The restaurant was gorgeous, just as it had said on the internet. Every wall was lined with windows so you could see the beach and water from every seat. You guys were all sat in a corner where you could see everything. The waitress was a bit star struck by the boys, but she managed to get all of their orders correct. Now it was your turn. You didn’t even want to eat at this point. You knew that the more you ate, the fatter you’d get.

“I’ll just have the salad and a water please.” You said quietly and you could feel Ashton’s eyes on you. He knew you usually ate about as much as he did so this was weird for you. When you made eye contact with him, he cocked his head to the side and mouthed “are you okay?” You just nodded and brushed him off, not wanting him to butt into your business.

Everyone was conversing and discussing the album while eating, but all you could do was stare at the food in front of you. You hadn’t even touched it when Ash leaned over to whisper in your ear.

“Babe, what’s wrong?” You could feel his lips on your ear and his breath made you giggle.

“Nothing, just not very hungry.” You lied and put on a fake smile. He seemed to have bought it and didn’t ask any more questions. You guys left the restaurant a few hours later and you went straight to your bedroom. You started stripping off your clothes when you heard Ash enter behind you.

“Okay, what’s wrong?” He said softly as he wrapped his strong arms around your bare torso.

“Nothing, I really just wasn’t hungry.” You persisted.

“Not just that, you didn’t talk at all at dinner and you had this dissatisfied look on your face. Tell me what’s wrong. Is it…you know…” He hinted at your past, and you just began to break down. Tears began to fall from your face as you turned around and grabbed the wadded up dress on the floor. You threw it over to him and he looked really confused.

“You’re favorite blue dress?” He asked, puzzled.

“Yes, that stupid blue dress won’t fit because my ass it too fat. Now you understand why I didn’t eat tonight? I am getting fatter by the second and now even my clothes aren’t fitting me.” Your voice was high pitched and the tears were still falling down your cheeks.

“What? That’s what all this was about? You are not fat. Far from it, actually. Did you ever think that maybe it shrunk in the dryer? I mean, you are far from fat.” He stood up from the bed and pulled you into his arms. “I love you no matter what, okay? I don’t ever want you thinking that you are anything less than perfect.” He whispered in your ear before pulling away and taking you to the bathroom so you two could shower together

Height isn't a problem

Shawn x Reader

Word Count: 1100

Rated: PG-13 (nudity and content *no smut*)

Point of View: Your POV

Written by: harry-stiles-boyss


You have always been at least a little insecure about your height. You are five feet tall. Nobody ever really makes fun of you for your height, a few harmless jokes here and there, but nothing too bad. Sometimes people said things, not meaning to hurt you, but they always did.  

Most of your friends are only an inch or two taller than you, but your petite body makes you look much younger than they do. Even though you were eighteen.

Your boyfriend, Shawn Mendes, however is six feet and two inches. This was a problem sometimes only because he was so tall that he had to bend down to kiss you and you were practically jumping. He thought your size was cute though.

You and Shawn didn’t really have some beautiful story about how you met that made people tear up. You were friends at school, you started to flirt and the  rest is history. You have been dating for about three years now. You have been dating since you were fourteen and even though you were only a senior in high school, you were pretty serious. 

Shawn isn’t around much due to his busy schedule so when he is home he spends every second with you. You are just living with your dad currently. Your mom passed away about fifteen years ago, but you are very used to living with your dad. 

Your dad is currently away on a business trip and Shawn is home for a week so the few days that your dad is away you and Shawn have the house to yourself. 

You are currently having making dinner. Shawn was sitting at the counter watching you make pasta for the two of you. He was telling you stories about his recent trip to New York. While you sat on the edge of the counter you watched him smile as he talked to you. 

As the water came to a boil on the stove you moved over to the cabinet to get the spaghetti. When you made it to the cabinet you noticed that the spaghetti is on the top shelf. You sighed.

Shawn was looking on his phone for a picture to show you. You started jumping to try and grab the box, but you failed miserably. 

Shawn looked up from his phone to see you struggling. “Need some help?”

“Maybe.” You said pouting like a little kid. Shawn then came up behind you and reached up to grab the box for you. While he did this he placed his hand on the small of your back. He did this to let you know that he loves you. 

You then place the spaghetti into the pot of water. You then turn back to him and hug him. Because you are so short you always hug him around the waist pressing your face into his chest.

“Shawn?” You say. Looking up at him. 

“Mmm?” He says while leaning down to kiss the side of your neck.

“Do you think I’m too short?” You ask stepping away from him. Shawn gives you a puzzled look.

“What kind of question is that?” He says.

“I don’t know,” You say turning around, “I guess I just feel like when I’m with you I look like a child.” You start to stir the pasta. 

“You don’t look like a child! You’re cute!” Shawn says  turning you around. 

You laugh at the irony of his last comment. “You see that’s my point. I look like I’m your younger sister!” You whine. 

“Your not my younger sister! You don’t look like her either.” He laughs. He then starts to kiss your neck. He looks back to you. “I love you for you and your height is part of you. Stop worrying about things that you can’t control!”

“Alright, alright maybe your right!” You say.

“I’m always right! I love you.” He says.

“I love you too.” You say kissing him. “Now lets eat!”

The two of you sit to eat and end up watching a movie after. Shawn falls asleep and you are suddenly washed over with boredom. You realize that you haven’t washed your hair for days and you knew that Shawn will be asleep for a while so you decide to take the chance to shower while you still can. 

You slip off you clothes and let your hair out of the ponytail it has previously been in. You step into the shower. You start to wash the makeup off your face, then you rub shampoo into your hair. You are rinsing the suds of your strawberry shampoo out of your hair when you heard the door to your bathroom open. 

You obviously know it was Shawn. He shuffles around for a couple minutes until you hear the shower curtain open and you feel Shawn’s body behind you. 

“I can’t believe you didn’t wake me up.” Shawn says while playing with your newly cleaned hair.

“You looked so peaceful, I count dare wake you up.” you said. You turn around and rub your hands on his chest. You admire his muscular build. You know that these things are superficial and you love Shawn for the person he is and the love he shows for you, but his looks were defiantly a plus!

You put some shampoo into your palm and reached up to massage it into Shawn’s hair. He closes his eyes and lets your fingers help him relax. Once you finish he tilts his head back to rinse out the suds. 

“Turn around.” He says. He combs conditioner into your hair. As he did this you thought about your relationship with Shawn. This is what you love about him. The two of you being in a shower together doesn’t have to be a sexual thing. You have an adult relationship. You can be calm and you don’t even have to talk. In moments like these you can just be together. These are some of the moments that you missed most when he was away for long periods of time. 

Once he finishes you rub soap on his body briefly. The two of you then stand under the water holding hands. Your forehead is pressed up against his chest. You love this connection between the two of you and you could stay like this all night.

Even though you are only seventeen you know now that you want to be with him for the rest of your life. 

Originally posted by shawnsmirk