or something that looks like a muffin

charmer week day 2: first date

“Em. Em. Em.”

Em was lying on her bed, lazily turning pages in her book. She refused to look up at Caitlin.

“Emily. Emilyyyyyyyy…”

Em turned another page in her book. Caitlin could see a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth.

“Emily Rachel Eastman,” implored Cait. “Light of my life. Most generous roommate. Finest setter on the Samwell Women’s Volleyball team. Do I look okay enough for this date?”

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An Embarrassing Trip

                      An embarassing trip to the doctor                                                                                                                                                                                

1

  The nurse glances down at the clipboard, then at you, then back at the clipboard and smirks.

“Wow, so yeah, we definitely need to do a weigh in, you CERTAINLY aren’t 158 anymore.”  

Your face gets hot. In your rush to make the appointment  you grabbed a too-small shirt and now suffer the stares of waiting patients. Your muffin top balloons over the top of your tight pants. You squeeze your wide bottom into the chair and feel the wooden arm rests  press your fat love handles. You must look a sight with your soft hog belly filling your lap, laced beautifully  with light stretch marks, and your deep, obvious belly button. An older woman sitting next to you pats your plump forearm,

“It’s good to see you’re doing something about it, dearie, it doesn’t look like those pants could hold you in much longer.”

You flush red, she continues, “I just don’t know about your generation, you’re  all getting so FAT. Believe me, I know, I’ve got a big fat pig for a granddaughter and she just won’t lose weight no matter how I remind her boys don’t like fatties. Now mind you, she’s not as big as you, thank god, but she will be if−”

The nurse interrupts and calls your name. You wriggle your fat-packed hips out of the chair and make your way across the silent waiting room. Your blubbery thighs rub loudly. She leads you  down a long hallway.

“Ok, miss, here you are, we’ve got you scheduled for a weigh in, and an appointment with the dietician. Do yourself a favor and listen to her before Barnum and Bailey put you on speed dial,” She pokes your soft, dimpled tummy and laughs.

The room is cool and white, an examination table sits in the center. There is a treadmill, a scale and a full length mirror. Good god, you think, getting even more aroused. A cute, energetic nurse comes in moments later and picks up your chart.

“Hi, I’m Clara, I’m going to take your weight and pulse, the doctor will be in shortly. Please strip down to your underwear and bra.”  

You struggle out of your tight jeans, face reddening.  You begin to sweat lightly. Your love handles and belly wobble  and bounce and jiggle embarassingly as you tug your meaty hips free. The nurse smiles as you struggle and puff and puff.  She checks your chart again and raises her eyebrows.

“Oh dear, no wonder those pants are so tight,” she moves closer as you stand in your tight panties and bra, your uncooperative jeans stuck halfway down your hips, your overfed gut bulging and jutting well past your bloated tits. Your excess fat squeezes out around your too-small bra straps. She presses her palm into your soft piggy pot and gives it a hard jiggle. Your hips and back fat  wiggle wildly. Your nipples stiffen. Your thighs begin to get hot.

“Look at all this blubber, you naughty little piggy,” she laughs loud, “Look at how you jiggle!”  You feel your chest and throat constrict, your double chin wobbles slightly.  She slides her thumb deep into your belly button and clutchs your soft  underbelly with her fingers. She lifts, tugs, bounces your fat-bloated pot. She   slaps it and watches it wobble.  "Look at all this pork ,you overstuffed hog, you’ve been a VERY greedy piggy since we last saw you, haven’t you?“

You feel yourself about to come.

” Yes.“

She giggles.

"I bet it feels good to admit that, fatty.  Now lets get that wideload of yours  on the scale.”

You waddle onto the scale, your distended gut leading the way. She  takes your weight and notes it on the chart then  directs you to sit on the examination table. The door opens and a young man pokes his head in, “ Hi Clara, sorry to interrupt, but the doc is delayed, I’m going to send Denise in when she finishes up next door. Should be in a minute or two.”

She turns to you as the man leaves, “Denise is the dietician, you’ll like her.”         

2

  A few minutes later the door opens. As Clara leaves,  a fit, lovely woman with a pile of black hair  enters. She smiles and extends her hand, “Hi, I’m Denise.” Her hand is warm and dry and soothing.

“Let’s have a look at your chart…Oh my,my, my,  it looks like you’ve gained quite a bit of weight this year…hmmm… well, no matter, it  happens sometimes. Please stand and turn around, we’re going to measure your body fat.” You heft yourself off the table and turn your back to her. Papers ruffle, metal scrapes. She grabs a generous roll of fat under you armpit and tugs firmly, your nipples pucker, your clit hardens. The cold, steel calipers pinch  and release. You hear the pen scratch across your chart. “Hmm that was a thick one,” Denise says, “I bet it represents quite a few midnight snacks, eh fat girl?” She laughs. Your breath catches in your throat, goosebumps run up your inner thighs and arms.  You feel so exposed. She grabs a huge handful of love-handle meat  and leans near your  ear, “I don’t know if the calipers can measure this one, you greedy blimp.” She lifts and squeezes and  tugs and shakes  your  blubber-packed flank.  She rolls the fat in her hand, then wobbles it. The caliper spring creaks as Denise tries to open it wide enough. A sharp pain  shoots up your side as she forces your bulging fat into the calipers.

“Ouch,” you say.

“Jesus, I’ve never seen such fat love handles, I guess I’ll just write ‘huge, fat PIG’ in the space they have  here for the measurement.” She laughs.

You begin to pant. She comes close again and grabs both bloated handles. The calipers clatter to the floor.  She begins to knead and mush the soft fat. She slides her hands around to the front of your belly and begins grabbing handful after handful. She slides a finger in your deep navel and lifts and teases your fat. Her manicured hand  slides down the front of your panties, she pinches your fattened pubic mound. She squeezes the fattened area around your clit and starts to get you off with the extra pudge. You moan deeply.  She whispers in your ear, “ Reach under my skirt, you fat f*cking HOG, I’ve got a beautiful, hard cock strapped on that’s perfect for a soft, lazy tub like you.”  

You reach under her skirt and grab the hard cock. You clit tightens almost painfully, swelling, swelling.

“Stroke it,” she says, “stroke it, lard ass, nice and slow,” she slaps the side of your belly. You wince, and grunt at the delicious heavy joggle of your fat.

Your panties are soaked, you rub the hard cock, Denise moans, you oink. She grabs your blubbery inner thighs and pinches and drags her nails lightly. You keep your rhythm. Stroke, stroke, stroke.   She leans over, panting,  to an intercom and depresses the 'talk’ lever. “Gretchen darling, would you run next door and grab two dozen   jelly-filled and a gallon of heavy cream.” The intercom buzzes back garbled static. Denise smiles, “She’ll be here in about five minutes. Get on your knees, you overfed porker, and show me how good you are with those plump piggy lips.”  

You kneel down, flushed and puffing with excitement.  She pulls up her leather skirt  and shoves the cock in your mouth. She tugs lightly at one swollen nipple as you begin to suck and oink greedily. “That’s it you big overfed fat hog, suck it. Suck it and oink  like a good fat piggy,” you suck nosily, slurping and oinking and burying the cock in your mouth.

She leans sideways while you suck and grabs a huge handful of your belly fat and lifts and shakes it,  "We’re going to test this gut for capacity when Gretchen gets here to see just how much this overfilled bag of pig fat can hold.“ Her teasing makes you greedier. You slurp loudly, your clit tingles, hard and hot,the quick bobbing of your head causes your back fat and upper arms to quiver noticeably. Denise gasps loudly and starts to come. You come moments later.

You struggle to your feet, hot and sweating. The examination room door opens and a wide, fat blonde woman waddles in . Her belly is massive, you can see the deep outline of her belly button through straining pants as her belly fat shifts around under the tight fabric. She is carrying two large pink cake boxes and a tankard of heavy cream. You can hear the cold cream slosh and see grease soaking through the boxes.  Denise jerks you to your feet and bends you over the examination table. Gretchen smiles at you and sets the boxes near your face, "Oh she looks like a greedy one,” she says to Denise, “ I should have got three boxes of jelly-filled.”

Denise laughs, “Feel that huge gut she’s put on, Gretch.” Gretchen reaches forward and hefts your soft, hanging belly.

“Wow,” she says lightly squeezing and tugging,  " she really stores in around the hips and waist, don’t she.“

Denises laughs again. Gretchen pops the top of the first box and picks up a glazed donut. Dark jelly oozes and drips onto the table. She holds the donut just out of reach and makes you smell it.

Denise pulls up her skirt and yanks down your panties. Your swollen lips stretch apart as she pushes inside you.

"Beg for the donut, you greedy fat ass,” Gretchen says.

“Mmph, please, feed me,  feed me like a fat f*cking pig.  I’m such a fatty…shove it in my piggy snout.”  Gretchen presses the donut into your mouth, jelly squirts into the back of your throat, glazed sugar fills one nostril and smears your cheek. Denise clutches your wide hips in bulging handfuls and thrusts as deep as your fattened ass will allow. You moan through mouthfuls and mouthfuls, through packed cheeks and a craning neck. Gretchen stuffs you like a Christmas goose. Jelly squirts onto the table, your throat packs with more sugar and dough. Your eyes rolls back in your head, your heart pounds. Denise moans as she f*cks you 

“Eat you ***ing blubber pig,  that’s it you overfed ***ing  HOG, fill that fat gut.”

Your head swims; your heavy swelling  gut slaps against your thighs, Gretchen forces you to chug heavy sweet cream, you gut swells, then sags, under the weight of your feeding. She continues to feed you, Denise reaches around your filling bulk and plays with your clits as she fingers you. You feel your ribcage and belly stretch to accommodate your stuffing. You inch closer to orgasm, so  full, oh god, so  stuffed. Gretchen shoves more in.

“That’s it wideload, pack that gut, you think you’re the first one, how do you think I got this?” she yanks down her tight pants and plops her massive white belly on the table, she shoves a donut into her navel then pushes your face in after it.

“That’s it hog,” Denise yells, “eat right out of her fat belly, we’re going to grow you one like that you lazy porker.” You start to come: the sweet jelly, the warm softness of Gretchen’s belly, your secret desire to be fattened like an absolute PIG, orgasms explode through you: you come, Denise comes, Gretchen comes.

Denise and Gretchen help you back into your tight clothes, it’s hard not to giggle. They only get the lowest button  of your jeans fastened;  you’re just too bloated. They laugh. They help you into your shirt  which won’t stay down past your ribs. Denise tugs it down, you breathe, it rides back up. More laughter. You waddle into the hall feeling like a parade float,too satisfied to care the state they’ve left you in. Your top rides up showing your alarmingly bloated  belly which stretches out before you round and tight; your pants are unbuttoned down to the last button and still the thick fat of your waist squeezes well over the belt line. You lean slightly back as you pilot your tubby piggy pot towards the exit. You’re red-faced and sweating, your eyes glassy from orgasms and sugar and cream.  Your belly sloshes painfully from side to side.

The receptionist and the people in the waiting room gasp collectively as you puff, puffing just before you waddle your soft, overfed bulk into view.  You’ve never felt so full (or so satisfied.) You cradle your belly with one hand, balance yourself against a wall with the other, and, with shallow breaths,  move slowly towards the door. You turn to the receptionist intending to say 'I’ll call to schedule my next appointment,’ but what comes out is “BUUURRRRRAAAWWWPPPP!!!!”  The receptionist turns pale,  waiting patients inhale sharply, you open the exit door and ease slowly into the warm sunshine.  

caffeine challenge

There’s a boy whose voice is a siren song to my flowers; under his tone they bloom more beautifully than ever before.

He first wandered into the tiny shop on a rainy morning, as the succulents protested where they were being dripped on, and he brushed rain-damp brown hair from his eyes and sang a lullaby to the insomniac moonflowers until they rested as they were supposed to, and then he smiled at me. He had no umbrella, he explained, and hoped he could wait out the rain here.

I did my best to ask why he ignored the cafe next door in favor of my over-crowded shop and again he smiled and took a seat and the tulips stretched to reach him, petals brushing the back of his neck. I mouthed an apology, batted them away until they grew as usual, and he let out a little chuckle at my tone of reprimand. When I asked his name I was met with yet another curl of his lips; it seemed all he did was smile or sing, a hum in his throat even as I continued moving the cacti away from the leaky window, and he did sit there until the rain let up.

He was strange, but a good strange, a familiar strange, the way the glassblower on 4th Street feels, and he slipped through my wards like silk as he left after an hour of companionable silence, the violets shivering as he whispered goodbye.

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Coffee ☕

Summary: Where Bucky Barnes has eyes for you but you still have eyes for someone else…or do you?

 (Part II to Roses)

Author’s note: Due to popular demand, here’s the sequel to roses! And thank you guys so much for your feedback, I’ve never gotten so much, I was smiling like a fool reading all of it.

Warnings: Description of blood, wounds


“…but he wasn’t looking where he was going. And fell down the stairs” 

“What!?” you exclaim, laughing. Steele smiles, showing off every single one of his perfect teeth.

All the way down. Literally he flipped head over heels. In front of the most respected scientists in America” Steele snags a muffin from the counter, grinning as you continue to laugh.

You had been dating for a little over two months. And things were great….Kind of. 

Steele was amazing, and he treated you well. But something was lacking. The first month you had spent in shock of how hot he was but it had worn off. You two got along great, it surprised you how easily Steele could make you laugh, and he was always the perfect gentleman, but there was no….spark… for lack of a better word. Passion seemed to be present at the beginning of the relationship, but now that you think about it, it was probably only physical.  And now that you had kind of settled into a routine it almost felt like you were dating a friend. And not in a good way. But you pushed these thoughts aside, because Steele was perfect in every other way and another insecure part of yourself thought that you should at least hold onto him, because let’s be real, where are you going to find better? You had a years long dry spell before Steele and you suspect there will be another one after him. ‘And it could be worse’ you think to yourself. You look at the outline of Steele’s biceps underneath his shirt….’yes it could be much worse’

You pick up your usual cup of coffee off the counter. Natasha was stuck in a long meeting all this morning yet she still made it for you. You smile and glance around the kitchen. Frowning slightly when you catch sight of Bucky Barnes eating breakfast at one of the tables alone. He didn’t speak to you anymore. You didn’t see him around for about two weeks after you had a massive fight in the kitchen about something small, and then after that he just didn’t speak to you. Or acknowledge you. You assumed someone had talked to him about antagonizing you after that fight because Natasha had certainly had that talk with you about him. You roll your eyes, you still don’t understand why his chosen course of action was to completely ignore you, you would have been fine with completely fake politeness. You follow Steele as he starts to head out of the kitchen.

“So what happened after he fell down the stairs?”


You sigh, playing with your seat belt.

Two weeks later Steele had been sent off on a year long research mission. You had an honest talk and decided to breakup, long distance just wasn’t the best course of action for the two of you. And you could always reconnect after he came back if it was in the cards. You guess Steele felt the lack of a spark too. The breakup didn’t really hurt you, it was really smooth, and you two still occasionally texted. But it was depressing to think about having to go through more years of loneliness. 

And now on top of that you were being sent off on a mission with Bucky Barnes. It was a stealth operation, simple really, your hacking skills were needed, but apparently backup muscle was also needed. You just didn’t know why this backup muscle had to be Bucky Barnes. You sneak a peek at him, he was also strapped into the Quinjet, arms crossed, looking grumpy as always. He still refused to talk to you.

The mission was easy.

 Or it was supposed to be. However your escape route was compromised and you and Bucky ended up having to fight through enemy agents. You had never seen Bucky move so fast.

 Or get shot so many times.

So here you were, trekking through a forest, being pounded with ice cold rain. Bucky still had an arm around you. He had tucked you into his side when you were escaping, shielding you and exposing himself. Soon the form of a run down house comes into view. During the briefing on of the research techs had given you the coordinates of several nearby safe houses. No one thought you’d actually have to use one. Fear settles in your chest. ‘How did things go so wrong so fast?’

The safe house looks nicer on the inside than on the outside. Bucky collapses on the couch that’s in front of a fireplace, peeling off his gear and you immediately head to the thermostat…..which doesn’t work. ‘Typical’. You look at Bucky.

“I’ll help you with those bullets, Okay?” You say. he grunts in response, and you look around, locating some first aid supplies relatively quickly. There’s firewood so with the help of copious amounts of lighter fluid you start a fire quickly too. Bucky has several grazes, but several hits all located in the top right of his chest, some near his clavicle. You run some of the tools through the fire and then start extracting two bullets that are still lodged in his chest. The first one comes out easily, and you give it a few stitches, but when you remove the second one pulses of blood start coming out of Bucky’s chest.

‘It must have hit an artery’ you realize, blood running cold. You scramble to stop the bleeding but it’s a while before it does. When it’s all said and done you’re covered in blood, and Bucky’s lost too much blood. He leans his head against the back of the couch breathing shallowly. You apply a tight bandage, and gather some more gauze so you can keep on applying pressure manually. You hope his body’s healing capacity will help him. You won’t admit it, but you’re terrified. And freezing. You look at Bucky, his eyes are closed.

‘Whatever. I’m not trying to get hypothermia’ you think and peel off your catsuit and undershirt, laying them out in front of the fire, leaving you in your bra and some compression shorts. Your face heats for some reason when you think about Bucky seeing your lace trimmed panties. You sit on the arm of the couch and press the gauze to Bucky’s shoulder.He doesn’t open his eyes. You had sent out a signal when you has realized that you’d been compromised. You hope the jet gets here soon. Your earpiece beeps three long beeps. You sigh in relief recognizing the signal. 30 minutes. You look at Bucky. His face still looks deathly pale.

“How do you feel?” You murmur.

Light headed” He says voice low. You’re quiet for a moment.

“Thanks for having my back out there.” You finally say. “You didn’t have to, but you stuck your neck out for me.”

Bucky’s eyes open, startling you.

“I did” He replies, the roughness of his voice sends chills down you spine.

“I know we don’t usually get along..” you pause, trying to figure out how to express what you want to say “And I’m sorry about that..”

Bucky stares at your face for a moment, saying nothing, then his gaze flickers down and he makes a sound halfway between a groan and a chuckle. He sighs your name.

“You’re killing me here” His eyes are fixed on your deep pink bra overlayed with delicate lace. You don’t want to think about the fact that being this near him is giving you the worst fluttering sensation in your stomach.

“What?” you say, and then look down to where Bucky’s gaze is directed, You roll your eyes.

“I highly doubt that” you scoff looking down.

Bucky laughs.

“Don’t act like ya don’t know. Always parading around the compound like yer hot shit,” he snorts You recoil at his last words.

“It’s kind of hard to think you’re hot shit when all your life people tell you that you’re the farthest thing from it.” You snap, turning your head away. It’s quiet for a long while before Bucky clears his throat.

“Well those people must have been jealous or somethin’” he chuckles, wincing mid chuckle before he looks at your from the corner of his eye “You look good all the time Y/N” heat fills your face. ‘The blood loss must be affecting him’

“I know I have impeccable fashion sense.” You quip, smiling a little despite yourself.

“I wasn’t talking about your clothes.” He says and you turn your head to look at him. But Bucky’s already closed his eyes.


Natasha’s unrelenting stare is starting to unnerve you. You had just recounted the conversation you’d had with Bucky in the safehouse a week ago. Natasha said nothing throughout your story and she still isn’t saying anything now that its ended. You lean further back into the couch you two are currently sitting on.

“Kinda weird right?” you laugh softly, trying to break the awkward tension. Natasha really needs to speak otherwise you’re going to blurt out the fact that you haven’t been able to stop thinking about Bucky since that day. She raises a perfectly manicured finger.

“Let me ask you two questions, Y/N”

“Okay?” you say hesitantly.

“One. Did you ever ask Steele about those roses he left at your door in the mornings?” You raise your eyebrow. ‘what does this have to do with anything?’ you think.

“No, but what does that have to do with anything? Steele was standing outside my door with flowers so it had to have been him….” You trail off thinking back. You never did mention the roses that had been left outside your door to Steele. You just assumed it was him… and you didn’t want to gush too much. besides,it really couldn’t have been anyone else….’could it?’ doubts start to creep up. Natasha raises another finger.

“Two. Who makes you coffee every morning?”

“You, of course,” You laugh. Natasha shakes her head.

“Nope. You have the one and only Bucky Barnes to thank for that.”

Your face contorts in disbelief. “What? Why?”

“I think that’s a question you should ask Bucky. In fact I have a hunch you should be asking him about the roses as well.” Natasha says.

“Natasha, I’m gonna be right back.” You say standing and making a beeline to the elevator. 

Natasha watches your back disappear down the hallway before she lets a smile form on her face.


After asking FRIDAY you find Bucky in the briefing room, alone, reading a book. You stand next to him. He doesn’t look up, even though you know he must have heard your heels. After his last words in the safe house he had immediately gone back to ignoring you.

“Bucky.” you say. He keeps his eyes on the page in his book.

Bucky Barnes. Have you been making me coffee every morning?” You say, crossing your arms over your chest. You see his whole body visibly stiffen, but he still doesn’t look up.

“Did you leave flowers outside my door?” you accuse. Bucky takes a deep breath and then looks up. It almost looks like he’s in… pain?

“What does it matter anyway? Ya have your little boyfriend now.” He says and his pained expression deepens.

“We broke up.” you say. His jaw clenches and a thousand emotions flit across Bucky’s face at once. You clear your throat.

“Why were you always so mean to me?” you say in a small voice.

Bucky runs his hands through his hair.

“Because I was dumb.” he finally responds. “Because I was scared of how much I care about you.” he looks away “Because I knew you’d never want to be with me.”

A strange sensation fills your chest.

 “Well, If you had been straight up maybe…” you trail off looking away, not wanting to give away the fact that ‘maybe’ would have actually been a definite ‘yes’.

Bucky’s quiet for what seems like an eternity, and you start to turn away. He calls out your name.

“I-I- know I’ve acted like an idiot” he says to his hands “ I don’t deserve this.But please just give me one chance. Just one. I promise I’ll treat ya right. I swear” He whispers the last two words.

You debate with yourself before slowly walking over and sitting one of  the chairs next to him.

“That depends,” you say looking ahead. “You still gonna make me coffee in the morning?” You turn to look at him and find he’s already looking at you. He holds out his hand and you intertwine your fingers with his. And then Bucky Barnes smiles at you.

“Always.”


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charmer week day 1: meet-cute

wow, me actually try to keep up with a writing challenge? sounds fake. but it’s only day one, so we’ll have to see. anyway, @charmerweek, this one’s for you.

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Six minutes before his 9 A.M. class started, Chowder was in his usual seat when the girl who always sat two seats over from him came in. Normally, this wouldn’t have been remarkable, but today it was, and it was for a few reasons.

1. She had a massive coffee stain down her white t-shirt.
2. Her right wrist was in a black brace, the kind kept together with velcro.
3. She was crying. Not quietly crying, either. Big, ugly, snotty sobs. Her face was blotchy and red, shiny where she had wiped tears away.

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Who should you fight: The Company of Thorin Oakenshield

There is now a ‘who you should fuck’ companion to this post, for those who want to make love not war.

Balin: Dude survived the fall of Erebor, Azanulbizar, and Thorin’s quest. He survived Smaug twice. It took Moria to take him down, and there was a fucking Balrog in there. Are you Gandalf? Are you as strong as a Balrog? Of course not. Do not fight.

Dwalin: Just look at this guy. He is just waiting for an excuse to feed someone a knuckleduster sandwich. Do not give him a reason to. Death itself looks at Dwalin and thinks ‘I’m not really up to that today’. Do not fight.

Oin: He’s deaf, so you might have the upper hand briefly if you sneak up on him, but that’s not going to last long. He’s a tough old warrior and he’s seen far worse than you. He’ll defeat you and complain loudly about disrespectful youth the entire time. Do not fight.

Gloin: Do you think fighting Gimli’s daddy is going to end well for you? He’s going to kick your ass and charge you interest for it. Do not fight.

Bifur: The axe couldn’t take him out, do you really think you can? Do not fight.

Bofur: Why do you want to fight Bofur? Do you hate happiness? Doesn’t matter anyways, you’re not gonna win. He’s got hella muscles from mining and he’s vicious with that mattock. He’ll probably buy you a beer afterward and then you’ll feel like an ass. Do not fight.

Bombur: Dude is barrel whirlwind of axes and death. He is a tank. He could take you out with nothing but his battle spoon. Do not fight.

Dori: He might seem like an easy target, with his fussy nature and delicate manners, but beneath that elegance lies the strongest Dwarf of the Company. Will kick your ass and make you feel like a clod for making him do it. Do not fight.

Nori: I get why you want to, really. He probably stole something of yours, and he doesn’t look all that intimidating, but trust me. No. Any attempt to fight him is going to earn you a knife somewhere uncomfortable. Do not fight.

Ori: You want to fight Ori? You look at this tiny muffin, this sweet nerdling with his little scarf and his little quill, and you want to fight him? That is not going to end well for you. Beneath that soft exterior lies surprising strength. If you really make him, he’ll grab up some improbably sized weapon and go to town. And that’s if you’re lucky and his brothers don’t get you first. Do not fight. 

Fili: Did you see how many knives this ray of sunshine had on him? This guy is a well armed and highly skilled warrior. Do not fight.

Kili: With those puppy dog eyes you really want to fight him? Really? I mean, go ahead you monster, but it’s not going to end well for you. Dude is fuckin’ fearless. Do not fight.

Thorin Oakenshield: After all canon put him through you still want to fight this guy? This guy got used as a warg matriarch’s chewy-toy and just shook it off. This guy is going to kick your ass and then stare into the distance and sigh dramatically while his luscious locks flow in the wind. He kicks your ass and comes out the other side even more majestic. Do not fight.

Bonus Round - Bilbo Baggins: He seems like an easy target, but wait up. Look at his success rate vs really strong foes including THE ONE FUCKING RING. Do not fight. Do not risk it.

TL:DR - do not fight the Company of Thorin. Your flabby human ass does not stand a chance.

Rent-a-Boyfriend™ Drabble

Read the original: Rent-a-Boyfriend™
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Genre: Fluff. Lots of it. 
I know this fic is a favourite amongst all of you and though I don’t have any ideas for an entire sequel, I hope this will suffice. 


You’re scared for your life.

Okay, maybe that’s a bit dramatic but you can’t call yourself over the top when Taehyung’s your boyfriend.

And recently you learnt how much he loves to celebrate holidays.

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It’s not what it looks like. // SHAWN MENDES

Overview: Y/n goes to the bakery to pick up muffins for Shawn but she sees him there with another woman on a date- she confronts the issue

Requested: no


My heart thudded in my chest, my hands trembling, as I watched them walk into the little bakery on main street that made Shawn’s favorite muffins. I was supposed to be at work but I left earlier than usual to go to that same bakery to buy some muffins for Shawn. What I did not expect however, was to see him in the store at the same time as me. Nor was I expecting him to have a girl on his arm.

I felt sick as I neared the small, cozy, bakery, peeking into the windows. I watched them walk up to counter, Shawn’s arm around her shoulders the whole time. She was beautiful. Long, blonde hair that fell in waves down her back and she had an amazing smile. Bitterness flowed through me as I watched that smile appear from something Shawn whispered in her ear.

He kissed her forehead gently, just like he did to me this morning when he told me he was going to be at work all day until 7. He points to the muffins, his favorite blueberry ones, as he orders and then they both go take a seat in the corner, her back to me and Shawn facing me however he never once notices me standing near the window. 

I felt like I was being torn in two as I observed the way he looked at her. His eyes were filled with admiration and an emotion so strong it wouldn’t in inaccurate to call it love. I wanted to scream. To storm in there and ask him what the heck he thought he was doing. A 2 year relationship to end like this just because he couldn’t man up and break up with me.

A waitress walks over and sets one muffin and two drinks on the table, Shawn immediately splitting the muffin between them. I had the urge to hit someone when I saw Shawn feed her a piece of muffin. He laughs at something, leaning in and kissing her.

“Do you want to come in deary?” A voice tears me away from my current boyfriend lip locking with another women. I look over my shoulder to see an older lady about to walk into the bakery with her arms carrying bags of food. 

“Oh sorry, yeah, I’m craving one of those blueberry muffins,” I say, my eyes watering slightly and my bottom lip trembles.

Her eyes slide past me to where Shawn still sits with his lady friend. She has seen us enough times from when we used to eat here, to know that something was wrong.

“Come on, the muffin is on the house,” she says gently, moving the bags to one arm and wrapping her right arm around me, rubbing my back.

The bell dings when we walk inside and my hands shake uncontrollably from nerves. The smell of coffee and baked goods engulfs us and I let out a sign, never once looking in their direction.

“I’ll get you that muffin, sweetie- give me a minute. Jenny can you please put one blueberry muffing in the microwave to heat up while I put the bags away?” she asks the younger girl behind the counter.

I finally loose patience and look over to where they sit to see if they’ve noticed the unexpected company. They still look as engaged as each other as before, maybe even more. The blonde holds Shawn’s hand, stroking his thumb softly and he nods at something she’s saying, taking a sip of his coffee. His eyes drift off and lay on me. Shit, I see him mumble and he abruptly stands up.

“Here, sweetie,” The lady hands me a bag holding the warm muffin.

“Thank you so much for this,” I try to say strongly but my voice wavers. 

Her eyes flick to Shawn who I can faintly hear him whispering to her. “He’s not worth it,” she pats my hand and I try to smile when inside I’m barely holding on. 

“Thanks,” I whisper, rushing out the bakery, planning to go straight home.

I’m halfway down the street when I finally hear him calling my name. 

“Y/n wait, please,” Shawn calls and I turn to face him.

“Oh Shawn! Hey, didn’t think you were going to come see me. You know, your girlfriend. Oh wait. Thats not me anymore is it?” I say sarcastically, anger coming off me in waves.

“I swear, it’s not what it looks like,” Shawn says, trying to salvage what ever this relationship was anymore.

“Oh bullshit Shawn! You’ve known it and I- well I defiantly know it now, but our relationship is over. I expect your bags packed and you out of my house by tomorrow morning. Whatever’s left I’m giving to charity or the trash,” I roll my eyes at the hurt look on his face. Oh sure, cheat on me and act like you’re the victim.

“Y/n, please can we try to work this-” Shawn pleads.

“Just stop Shawn,” I cut him off, speaking as calmly as I could. “You’re embarrassing yourself now. Go be with whoever that lady was. I’m letting you go,” I shrug my shoulders, trying my best to keep the tears in.

“But I don’t want you to let me go, I love you!” He begs, grabbing my hand. 

I laugh, “Please. I hope she was worth it,” with that I rip my hand out of his, the hand that held me in his arms just last night and just minutes ago was holding another’s. I turn away, leaving Shawn who desperately calls my name as if that would make me come back. I never once looked back.

Originally posted by thugshawn

Drastic Changes

Originally posted by smartiespn

Pairing: Jensen x Daneel
Word count: 843
Warnings: Slight angst

Part 2 of Letters From the Dead


As of today, I’m 21 weeks and 1 day pregnant. That’s not what I’m writing about, though. Today I had the gender scan! I found out that I’m having a little girl. I won’t lie. I cried. No shame! Although, to be honest, I thought I’d be having a little boy. I was very wrong. I keep picturing you holding her, I really shouldn’t, but I’ll be okay.


It had been right after the third letter that he made his choice, but it wasn’t just his to make. He kept reading, not wanting to bring this up until the kids were in bed for the night. This was something that him and Daneel had to talk about.

He didn’t realize how long he’d been out there until JJ ran out telling him dinner was ready. Looking over, he smiled at her and pulled her to him, peppering her cheeks with kisses. “Daddy!” She laughed, pushing at him.

“I’m coming, tell mommy I’ll be right there.” Jensen told her before letting her go. “I just need to put this stuff away.” He said softly.

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Warm - Mark (Day 50/100)

You can find my post explaining the 100 Day Drabble Challenge here

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Prompt: Warm
Member: Mark x Reader
AU: Barista!AU

Word Count: 1085

Wow, can you guys believe we’re half way to 100 already? Thank you for the continued love and support~


“Morning, Y/N,” Mark said, smiling at you from behind the counter as you entered the coffee shop. The warm hair felt good after coming out of the snowy cold and you unwrapped your scarf as you walked over to Mark.

“Good Morning,” you chirped happily. Getting coffee before work was your favorite time of the day because it meant seeing Mark. He was the cutest barista in the joint (possibly the whole city) and you had been crushing on him since the day you decided to come to this shop.

You also liked the calm atmosphere that always seemed to be in the shop. There were only a few customers as opposed to the main coffee shop near your work that was flooded with people. However, the few customers they had were extremely loyal and made sure to keep this mom and pop shop open.

“The usual?” he asked, raising his eyebrows to which you hummed in agreement and sat on one of the stools near the counter. You watched Mark hum lightly to the gentle music that was being played through the speakers with a soft smile on your face.

It was Mark’s father that owned the shop, so Mark was almost always working. You had once mentioned that it must have been difficult to have such responsibility, but Mark had told you he didn’t mind. You figured that he must have liked the job because he was quite good at making the coffee for you.

“So how’s your day been so far?” you asked, just as you did every morning. Mark glanced over his shoulder and threw you a toothy smile.

“Oh you know…normal,” he said, chuckling lightly. You smiled again and looked down at your phone as you felt it buzzing in your hand. Opening your email you opened the one from your boss that said he would be in a meeting all morning and that he didn’t need you to work until the afternoon.

“Who is it?” Mark asked, walking over and sliding you a warm cup of vanilla bean coffee with a muffin. You looked up from your phone and smiled, thanking him and taking a sip of the warm liquid.

“My boss. He said I don’t need to come in until later today so it looks like I get the morning off!” you exclaimed, joyfully before reaching into your purse and pulling out your wallet.

“Keep the change,” you said, giggling lightly as you handed him a five. He gave you a knowing look and chuckled, typing it into the cash register.

It was a running gag between the two of you that a coffee and muffin cost $4.50 so you had always given Mark the extra change of 50 cents. It didn’t seem like a lot at the time, but from the amount of tip you gave him, you could probably order multiple coffees and muffins. You didn’t mind though. He worked hard and you had no idea if he was even getting paid so why not let him have it?

“Thanks, sweetheart,” Mark said, giving you a smile. This name threw you off a bit because he had never used it before and you felt the heat rise to your cheeks as you took another sip of your coffee.

“N-no problem,” you mumbled, biting your lip as you tore a small piece of your muffin and began to eat it. As you sat there, you could feel Mark’s eyes on you and this only made your blush grow.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” you finally managed to say, trying to avoid his eyes but still stealing glances in his direction. He let out a small smile and leaned forward on his elbows so that he was facing you.

“I’ve just never actually seen you eat before. You always leave to go to work with the muffin,” Mark pointed out. You shrugged lightly and looked away, biting into the muffin again with a small ‘so what’ as your heart thumped in your chest.

Mark laughed once more and your cheeks were still on fire when you turned back to him. You were about to ask him what was so funny when he suddenly leaned forward so that his face was near yours. The closeness made you freeze but your heart had taken off in a frenzy.

“What are you…” you whispered. Mark cut you off by using his thumb to wipe the side of your lips, a movement that made you almost melt on the spot. His fingers were gentle but his touch felt electric – like something you had never felt before.

“You had crumbs on your face,” he said, pulling back and laughing lightly. You groaned as you wiped your mouth with your hands, embarrassed but also still a bit nervous from what had just happened.

“You could have just told me, you know,” you stated, pouting at him. Mark pulled out a towel and began wiping the counter as he walked back over to you.

“Yea, but you just looked so cute like that, I couldn’t resist,” he said, chuckling and winking at you. You almost choked on your muffin as you took in what he had just said. Did he actually think you were cute?

“S-stop teasing me!” you exclaimed, becoming even more embarrassed at his comment, but hoping with all of your heart that he meant it. Mark laughed once more and gave you a smile.

“What? Can’t I call you cute?” he asked. Your heart skipped a beat at the word ‘cute’ and you bit your lip once more, trying to decide what to say.

“Fine, but only if I get to call you cute too!” you suddenly exclaimed, a triumphant grin on your face. Mark looked surprised for a split second as if he hadn’t expected you to say something like that but then his face softened into a smile.

“Ah, you’re too smart for me,” Mark said, smiling at you. “But sure, that’s a fair trade,” he added, leaning against the counter with his back to the wall. You smiled at him again and finished the rest of your muffin before throwing the wrapper away.

“So what are you going to do with your free morning?” Mark asked as you stood up off the bar stool. You let your eyes linger on him for a moment and took a deep breath of confidence before giving him a smirk.

“That depends. When do you get off for a break?”

My response to the prompt: ‘Perhaps you’ll take me out one day – or do I have to make an appointment.’ requested by @bandsbooksrepeat. Hope you like it!


Nico brushed the dark strands of hair out of his eyes while wiping the counter. The café was calm enough at this time of day. It wouldn’t last, though. Nico knew the offices in the neighborhood all had lunch breaks around the same time. A lot of the people working there came to the little coffee shop Nico worked at.

Someone behind Nico rasped their throat, making him turn around. Piercing blue eyes and golden hair, the man behind the counter was positively gorgeous. Lucky for him, Nico was accustomed to the startling good looks of this particular man. Otherwise he probably would’ve fainted.

‘Will, your usual?’, Nico asked. Will came here almost every day. He worked in the doctor’s cabinet down the street and spent most of his breaks here. At first he always took the little table next to the window and watched the people go by, but one day he went to sit at the high stools next to the counter and Nico, who had overcome his nervousness by then, started talking to him. A joke here and there, a flirty comment thrown in sometimes, questions about work and Will played along, probably not realizing the major crush Nico had on him.

Will’s sunny smile was the highlight of Nico’s day.

‘Something stronger please. I don’t really care what, as long as it has a lot of caffeine.’

‘Even more than usual? You’re smart, Solace. You should know that’s not good for you.’

Will scoffed, but his cheeks reddened anyway, the same they always did whenever Nico complimented him. ‘I need it.’

‘Tough day at work?’, Nico asked, while pouring water in the coffee machine.

‘Yeah.’, he let out a sigh. ‘This woman came in without making an appointment, so I had to work twice to still make sure everyone else got a turn. I hate when that happens.’

‘Why didn’t you just send her away?’ Nico would have.

‘I couldn’t very well leave her like that. Her little daughter was sick and she looked like she was in a lot of pain. I couldn’t just send her home.’

‘You’re way too good for this world, Solace.’

‘It’s just my job.’

Nico handed him the cup of coffee and blueberry muffin Will was addicted to. ‘You know what you need?’

‘Thanks’, Will put a piece of the muffin in his mouth. ‘And no.’

‘Take a break! Go out. Find yourself a nice girl and go on a date! I don’t know, do something fun for once.’ If Nico was honest, he put the girl part in to see Will’s reaction. It was probably the result of wishful thinking and lots of hope, but Nico though Will might not be completely straight.

‘Hmm, maybe. Not a girl though.’

The last part was mumbled under his breath while he took a sip of his coffee. He knew it. Will definitely was not straight. That didn’t mean he actually liked Nico, though, but he decided to take the risk. Now or never.

‘Well then, maybe you’ll take me out one day – or do I have to make an appointment?’

Will almost choked on his muffin at that. Nico was quite pleased with that reaction.

‘You – you don’t need an appointment.’

‘Is that a yes?’

Will nodded shyly.

‘What about Friday? Six o’clock?’

‘Sure. I gotta go, though.’

‘Don’t overwork, Solace!’, Nico had the time tell him before Will took off with a ‘see you on Friday’ and the highlight of Nico’s day on his face.


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anonymous asked:

Would you do an imagine with Bucky from his POV where he fell in love with a Girl who works at the compound but he thinks she sees him as a Monster so everytime he sees her he gives her a shy smile before hurrying away. What he doesnt know that she also likes him. So one day she surprises him with self-made Muffins after his Training and they finally talk and are totally comfortable around each other. Then Buck asks her out on a proper date where they also have their first kiss? Hope it’s ok :)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Fandom: MCU
Warnings: minor language

A/N: thank you so so much for this request my love! i hope this is what you wanted (it’s honestly such a cute request, I loved it!).

                                                            *****

It’s been this way for weeks and every time it happened, he immediately wanted to slap himself.

When did he become such a coward when it came down to girls?!

This area had never been a problem for him!

NEVER.

He could’ve blamed it on becoming the Winter Soldier all those years ago, but he had been on dates ever since he started working with Steve and the others and they all were okay. Not particularly good, but okay.

He certainly wasn’t shy or anything like that.

But when it came down to you, he behaved like a teenager trying to ask his crush out to prom.

It was the same damn procedure each time.

He’d see you from afar working in the lab, stare at you for a little, then you’d spot him do so, he’d smile at you, you would only stare back like he was the devil himself, he’d think you hated him or were even afraid of him and he’d scurry away.

Every. Damn. Time.

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Ankle Biter | 04

pairing: taehyung x reader - single dad! au

warnings/genre: major fluff, major angst, smut eventually I’m sure because of my thirsty ass

summary: You swear that your job sucks, except for the guy who keeps coming in every morning to order himself a black coffee, and his kid a strawberry milk and chocolate muffin. When you and Taehyung have an awkward run-in at the cafe thanks to his kid, feelings start to emerge and so do the secrets.

words: 2.6k

playlist | 01 | 02 | 03 | 05

moodboards: before & after


The wrought iron gates that separate Taehyung’s mansion with the rest of the world rattle as you hit your fist against them. He had never given you the passcode, and the keypad stared at you with a numeric smile and you swore the world was totally and completely against you.

“God damn it!” You whisper under your breath as you eye the black gates that now sway gently from the cold wind that whips through the autumn-bound, affluent neighborhood of Samseong-dong. Every leaf that was once green and soft was now crunched under your feet, and despite the situation at hand your heart beat calmly as your mind spun with the thought of Taehyung in there all alone, wondering where you were..

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Muffins- Matthew Tkachuk

Originally posted by kevinhayes

Ok so I’m not sure about this one, but I think I like it? I don’t know. You guys tell me. Anyway! Ok so I got this part caught up. We’re back to work tomorrow so back to schedule for you guys. For the last time I’m SO sorry! Anyway! Enjoy!

Warning: none

@two-minute-minor Request: Matty Tkachuk imagine? Something with kids? Maybe where he’s chilling with your baby bro and they end up falling asleep together on the couch, just cute cuteness

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              “Please, Matty?”

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Runescape Ask Me’s

because I can. Ask away.

Agility – Do you play a sport?

Attack – What would be your weapon of choice? Any universe.

Constitution – Do you have a crush?

Construction – If you could live anywhere, where would you choose?

Cooking – Favourite food?

Crafting –  Which of the fine arts do you participate in?

Defence – What do you think your coat of arms would/should look like?

Divination – Do you know the muffin man?

Dungeoneering – What is a big fear of yours?

Farming – Tell me a joke. Do it for the vine.

Firemaking – What is your favourite climate?

Fishing – If wishes were fishes, and you had one free fish to feed for the rest of its life… wait, no. What is something you would wish for?

Fletching – What is a life skill you have that wouldn’t be any use on a résumé? (e.g. excellent at roasting marshmallows to perfection)

Herblore – Coffee, Tea, or Hot Chocolate?

Hunter – What is your favourite mythological creature?

Invention – What is an invention you think we should get asap?

Magic – What fandoms are you in?

Mining – Favourite Gemstone?

Prayer – Do you have a faith/religion?

Ranged -  What is the farthest you’ve ever travelled (in one trip)?

Runecrafting – Do you actually play runescape?

Slayer – If you saved an assassin’s life and they told you that they would kill one person of your choice whenever you asked, what would you do?

Smithing – If you had one rule you would never break, what would it be?

Strength – What is a strength of yours?

Summoning – If you could summon three fictional characters to reality, who would you choose?

Thieving – What is the craziest/most illegal thing you’ve done? (Careful)

Woodcutting – What is another theme of asks you’d like to see?

It’s A Small Town

A/N: REQUESTS are open, so feel free to leave one for me. I hope you like this little piece, I find it very cute. Lots of love!! - Emily

The bells at the entrance of the shop rung softly, letting in a slight breeze from the cold winter air.

I carried in fresh baked goods and set them on the display under the cash register. I organized them carefully, making sure the cupcake frosting wouldn’t smear on to the other pastries.

I wiped my hands on my uniform and quickly glanced up and saw a guy waiting for me to be finished.

Smiling wide, I spoke up. “Hello, what can I get you?”

He leaned over the display to look for something, but frowned softly after a few seconds.

“Do you have any blueberry muffins left? I don’t think I see any.” he said with a hint of confusion in his voice.

I looked down to the display and shook my head with a little sigh as I remember someone had taken the last one a few hours ago.

“No, doesn’t look like it. I’m pretty sure we have a batch in the oven right now. Probably a 10 minute wait if you would still like it.” I suggested with another smile as I looked back at him.

The boy nodded softly in agreement and leaned away from the display. “Yeah that would be great. Can I get a coffee for now?”

“Yeah of course! I’ll bring it to your table.” I charged him for the coffee and then closed the cash register.

He thanked me again and walked away. I bit my bottom lip softly and turned around, grabbing a clean mug from the shelves.

I poured in some coffee and set the mug on a small plate, and carried it to his table along with sugar and cream.

The boy was now leaning over the table, concentration was written all over his face as he continued to scribble down words onto a beat-up notebook.

“Um sorry to interrupt. But here’s your coffee. Anything else?” I asked, setting down the coffee in the middle of the wooden table. I managed to have a quick glance down at his notebook and I made out the word “chorus” with a bunch of other words that I couldn’t read right under it.

He shook his head and mumbled a quick, “thanks.”

I rose my eyebrow when I realized he wouldn’t look me in the eye. I  then walked back to the kitchen, the aroma of blueberry and chocolate muffins filled the air. I slid on some oven mitts and cautiously pulled them out, placing them on a metal rack to cool off.

As I waited, I heard someone speaking up at the front, saying “Excuse me?”

Sighing to myself, I walked back to the front to see the boy again.

“Can I ask you a quick question? It’s important.” He said desperately as he sat on one of the stools.

I chuckled softly and nodded for him to continue. “Yeah, I guess. Go ahead.”

“Do you like roses? I mean…” He began but soon stopped with a small awkward laugh as he noticed my confused expression as to why he would ask that. “Girls like roses right?” he continued.

I looked at him to see if he was truly serious, and by the looks of it, he definitely was. Clearing my throat, I smiled with a response.

“Of course. They’re beautiful, they last long if you really take care of them, ya know?” I said.

He nodded and wrote something down on his notebook.

“What’s it for?” I asked leaning over the counter with my hands resting under my chin.

“It’s a song” he simply said.

“Is it for your new album?” I asked him with a small smile.

He stopped writing and set his pen down, his eyes shifted up to look at mine. “You know who I am?”

With a small laugh, I nodded. “I was told this was your favorite place when I started working here a few weeks ago. Didn’t think I would run into you so soon. It’s nice to meet you.”

“I guess I do come often. So yeah, I’m Shawn. And you are?” He raised his eyebrow as he didn’t see a name tag attached to my uniform.

“It’s Y/N. And I’ll be right back.” I said as I walked to the back again. I grabbed a muffin and set it on another plate and came back, placing it right in front of him.

“Thanks. These are the best in town. Are you new by the way? I haven’t seen you around.” Shawn asked as he took a bite out of his muffin, he then closed his notebook as he waited for me to answer.

I raised my eyebrow at how forward he was being. I just expected for me to charge him for a muffin, not start a conversation. But it didn’t bother me.

He must have noticed my awkwardness because he quickly spoke up again. “Sorry, it’s just a small town. It’s the everybody knows everybody type of town. Ya know?”

I nodded agreeing. “I see what you mean. And yeah, I just moved to Canada. Pickering is treating me well, so far.”

Shawn then looked down at his muffin and he had a slight frown on his face.

“What’s wrong? The muffin isn’t good?” I said with a small laugh.

He shook his head and I noticed his slightly flushed cheeks. He looked back up.

“Is it too soon if I asked you out on a…date?”

In that moment, I swear I had felt my heart stop. It felt like my throat got dried out and I suddenly became very anxious.

“I um…well-”

“It’s okay to say no.” Shawn said with a chuckle.

Blushing, I looked down at my hands and nodded. “I’d like that a lot, Shawn.”

Just as I spoke I heard the bells ring again, I looked back up and saw my coworker come in.

"Hey, you can leave now. Thanks for covering!” She said with a bright smile. She then looked at Shawn. “Hey Shawn! Welcome back!”

Shawn’s smile grew widely and he waved back with a small laugh. “Thanks! Feels good to be back”

He then turned back to look at me and said, “So I guess that means you’re off now, right?”

I pulled off my apron and chuckled with a nod. “Yeah, pretty much”

“Would you like to take a walk with me then?” Shawn smiled as I walked out from behind the counter.

“Of course. Perhaps you can give me a tour of Pickering.” I told him with a wide smile as I grabbed my jacket. I had been here for a few weeks, but I still hadn’t had the time to walk around and explore the beautiful town.

Shawn nodded and grabbed his stuff as well.

“Yeah of course! I know a good place to start.” He said as we both walked out of the shop.

just imagine a domestic klance au they’re already married and stuff with a cute little house together and lance is learning how to bake from hunk and they’re using the kitchen in lance and keiths house. Keith comes home everyday, since he gets out a bit later than lance, to delicious pastries and cakes and cookies cooling off on the counter and Lance is already offering him some before he’s even taken a full step into the house. Keith likes sweets so he always accepts the offers and eats some cookies or something after dinner and has a muffin of some sort for breakfast as well as whatever Lance makes them. After a few months of Lance learning to bake, he notices some changes in keith. He’s filling his clothes out more and his work shirts no longer look big and sagged on him but rather fitting and even a little constricting around his lil growing tummy. He gains probably 30 pounds in all those months and Lance just can’t stop baking for him, even when hunk ends the lessons to let Lance evolve his skills on his own. He always like to fill a plate for the poor boy with little cakes and cookies and keith can’t say no, especially when lance bakes so good. When they’re cuddling on the couch Lance can’t stop gently rubbing his hand over Keith’s belly as he eats the treats Lance made for him that day and keith absolutely loves it, especially when Keith keeps wearing shirts and boxers that are just too small for him now. His thin sleep shirts only cover up to his belly button and he has to keep his boxers under his pudge. He doesn’t get that big, maybe his belly resting a few inches on his lap when he sits but it still makes Lance go crazy and that’s the first thing he goes for when they make out. He loves it when Keith wears small and tight clothes that make him look more curvy. He loves his cute belly, thick thighs, and soft arms. Cuddling just gets even better ahhhh chubby Keith is a good keith

some anon replies!

1. YES, it was very frustrating and time consuming. i’ve been painting with a lineless 1-layer style for about 9 years, and i’ve only felt moderately confident with it in the last 2 years. it isn’t for everyone, but for me it felt compulsory. i kept doing it even when it was driving me insane.

2. chaotic-muffin was my prepubescent attempt at wit, i think. (it was from a time where “xD” was an acceptable and widely used emoticon, if that gives you any frame of reference.) i started calling myself feverworm like 5 years ago because i needed a new name that wasn’t already indexed in google. i kinda just mashed words together until i found something that looked satisfying lol

3. WAO i wouldn’t call anything about my style “confident,” especially my lines. i have very shakey hands and tend to etch at things until i get the form i want. i guess maybe my strokes kinda look like confident contours because i work at really high resolutions? it kind of hides a lot of the squiggles.

4. y e s  p l e a s e

5. in my head, the shapely, feminine duarda are sort of in fashion at the moment? a magician can create almost any form he’d like when summoning a duarda, but having a really beautiful and delicate looking one stirs up more envy from his peers. i’m gonna explore more exotic shapes in future adopt batches though!

6. holy ding-dong-damn, thank you so much. i don’t often reply to these kinds of anonymous messages because i worry about sounding disingenuous or coming across as aloof even when i mean everything sincerely… but your message made me feel all tingly and i needed you to know, whoever you are, that your sentiment means a lot to me. as much as i try to market my work and appeal to wider audiences and all that, this kind of thing is what makes me the happiest and is the most encouraging. thank you again ;____;