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Behind Closed Door Pt. 1 - Jeff Atkins (Requested)

Originally posted by hannah-db

Requested by @fuckkoffcourtney love the username btw haha, this will have a part 2 but it is yet to be written, sorry for not posting for the past 2 days, my depression struck and I lost myself, but I’m back, thanks everyone who had been reading my other posts and following me! You are all angels and I hope to keep pleasing you with more, so without further ado I hope you enjoy and as always thank you for reading ♡ 

A beep sounded outside my house so I quickly grabbed my backpack running outside to Zach who was waiting for me in his car, I jump in and he smiled at me before driving off to school. Usually Jeff would pick me up but he had gone to school way earlier to practice for the baseball game after school today, and although I wanted to be there for him for encouragement, I just couldn’t force myself to wake up that early.

Zach and I arrived at school, I kissed his cheek thanking him and got out smiling when I saw my boyfriend waiting for me in front of the school with open arms, I instantly ran into them, latching myself onto him as I kissed his face whispering I love yous to him. He chuckled and securely held me in his strong arms as I showered him with love, I finally stopped kissing his face and softly cupped his face to kiss him deeply, Jeff kissed back and I gasped as his hand clenched my ass, I quickly pulled away and brought my legs down remembering we were in school.

However, Jeff wasn’t very happy with the loss of contact, “Baby” he whined but I just intertwined our fingers and pull him inside school to our lockers.

Jessica stood next to mine and gave me a quick hug before asking me how was my weekend while Jeff went to greet Justin and Alex, I opened my locker to get out the books I needed for first period and smiled at the pictures covering the inside of my locker, many of them were Jeff and I but there was a few with our group.

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Mine | Theo Raeken Imagine

pairings: theo raeken x reader

warnings: ass grabbing idk

prompt: “grab her ass in front of guys that want her, and grab her ass in front of girls that want you.”

a/n: i’m a sucker for over-protective theo.

Dating wasn’t easy, Dating Theo Raeken was a full on suicide mission. But no matter how hard it seemed, It would always be worth it; For the both of you.

You and Theo started dating a couple months after he came to Beacon Hills, Even though you were a beta in Scotts pack and surprisingly even after all the terrible things he did to your pack you saw the man in the monster, You accepted him and his flaws; And that’s exactly what made Theo fall oh-so deep in love with you. But when you started dating, Even though Theo is a big fan of PDA and not to mention one hell of a jealous wolfie, You two kept your relationship low-key.

This may have caused a couple of problems, Considering your boyfriend basically has a group of fangirls constantly by his side you may have been caught jealous a few times. But I mean, Who could blame them? Your boyfriend has one hell of a body; But then again, It’s your boyfriend.

And let’s be honest here, Theo was basically always jealous and not to mention over protective over you when it comes to other guys. Any time he saw a guy coming up to you, And especially if he was flirting with you, He would always walk up next to you and pull you into a passionate kiss showing everyone who you belong too.

Today was not exceptional for you two.

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Summary: Ok so can you do a tw where reader has dealt with small kids before and then when the pack has no idea how to deal with the little kid they found but needed to keep and protect, they call upon the reader? Idk if it makes sense or not. And maybe make it derek x reader and its momma hale?

Characters: Reader, Derek Hale

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Word Count: 839

Request: Anon

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Day 3: Hunger

Day 3: Hunger
Hello reader! It’s 3:03A.M so…Anyway here is my day 3 one shot.

*A long time after all canon events. Aged up, late high school years. Some “activity”. I wrote the full thing then thought ‘that’ part was shitty so I cut it out…*

He Tian had become infatuated. Completely, utterly infatuated. He had tried nodding it off as fondness in middle school. An admiration. A simple, playful game of cat and mouse you could say. It was never meant to drag him this far away from the sidelines. Never supposed to keep him up this late. Never meant to keep him under cold water for that long.

He couldn’t even figure when he had let himself be carried away. When he had developed difficulties pulling his eyes away from the small by subtle hip sway made when he walked. Or the shallow dips of his collar bone. The thinness of his wrists. His entirety practically screamed at his eyes, just begging for attention. Attention he was willing it give as long as it was silent. He had made the choice years ago to praise the body without touching. Or at least meaningfully touching. He was a flirt after all and Mo was such an easy tease. Somethings had to stay.

First year he had started to ponder the meaning of the heat he was left with after Guan Shan had touched his shoulder. Second year he skimmed over the several names for the same subject. Mulling over the slight differences between all of the names he still couldn’t pinpoint. Now was his third years. He had found the word defining his doubled sided bliss. Infatuation. He was infatuated with him. It was the only explanation.

It had to be that, otherwise He Tian wouldn’t have noticed all the little things in his behavior, his appearance, his speech. Normally, if it would’ve been an admirer he would have shrugged it off. He would’ve paid no mind, leaving the other to, he admitted cruelly, realize the lack of interest on their own. He would have never acknowledged every small quirk. Never study their behavior as intently. He Tian was an observer naturally but he was rarely this involved in a topic.

He’d never even take the time to list all the pleasing aspects of an individual. But, Guan Shan had been the one to change that, unknowingly. He Tian had the list memorized so well it was as if he had it plastered to his wall, pledging to it everyday.

One of those many reason was the fact that he had perfect skin. He Tian couldn’t call it anything other than that. It had no little marks anywhere. It was smooth and had a milky creme color to it. It was curved delicately to its owners bones.

How he craved to touch that skin. To taste it. To bruise it. He desired to feel it burn up underneath his finger tips. To see it flush red. He wished to see it form sweat droplets.

If only he could truly study the skin’s texture. Memorize every dip of the hip bone. Every bump of the spine. Ever corner of the jaw.

If he could he feel that skin against his. Have it rub desperately against him.

If only he could have Mo Guan Shan.


It was Friday. Lunch had been let out and all the students and teachers had left the class to enjoy their meals and socialize. Everyone has flunk the classrooms, opting to enjoy the sunny weather. All except the two of them, of course. He Tian and Mo had made an agreement a year ago to eat together during lunch, alternating between each of their classrooms. Today they were in He Tian’s classroom.

He Tian had stayed seated, packing up his supplies in the meantime. Mo had gotten rather comfortable with him over the years. This had its benefits and downsides. He was more mellowed out around him. He wasn’t as quick to jump down his throat after being teased. He was still mouthy every now and then. Still He Tian’s Sass and Ass department, or soon to be ass…in the future hopefully.

Also, surprisingly, he had also started to join the flirting. Mo’s flirting was always secondary and gentle. More playful. And as cute as it was, it was just another thing ripping up He Tian’s mind.

“Yo.” He Tian glanced up from his book bag. In the doorway was a familiar ginger, two sandwichs in his hands.

“Catch,” He quipped chucking the sandwich towards He Tian. The latter received and glanced back at the other. Mo walked the rest of the distance as He Tian scooted his chair back some. Mo slide in the small space between the desk and He Tian. Backing up a step, sitting atop the desk. He Tian gave a small grin before opening the wrap around the sandwich. “So, how has your day been, Darling?” He purred glancing up at the other.

Mo glared dully down at him before unwrapping his own sandwich, taking a bite. “My fucking legs are killing me.”

“Oh?” He Tian took a bite himself. “Why’s that?”

“First off, I had insomnia last night and then they expected me to do all these laps within 10 minutes.”

“Poor baby,” He Tian drawled sarcastically. Taking another bite.

Rolling his eyes, Mo continued, “I am. I should have just asked to go sleep in the nurses office.”

“Or you should have just stayed home and slept.”

“You know very well of the promise  I made to my mother.” Mo replied sternly nibbling at his sandwich.

“Indeed, but still, if it was so bad you could of acted sick.”

“And do that to her, I don’t think so."  "Plus, I’m exaggerating a little. My legs do hurt though.”

“Would you like a massage my dear?”

“Yeah-no, I’m going to have to pass fucktard.”

Mo nudges He Tian’s leg, so he can slide off the desk. He Tian finished his own sandwich just as Mo was about to sit back up in the desk. “Take mine too?” He Tian asked sweetly.

Rolling his eyes, again, Mo took the plastic wrap. “You lazy fucker.” He says half-heartedly.

“I’m your lazy fucker though.” He Tian teases as he watches Mo throw the trash in the bin.

“Hardly, dickhead.” Mo replies dully. Once in arm range He Tian grips one of Mo’s thighs. Pulling him into his lap and fastening him there with a grip to his hips. “Don’t be that way,” He Tian purrs making a small blush creep onto Mo’s face. “C'mon, stop that.”

“What, you against straddling~”

“No the bell rings in 5. Lemme up,”
He Tian can’t but think, 'smart-ass.’

He Tian loosens his grip, not letting Mo go. “Goodbye kiss?” He asks puckering slightly.

Mo rolls his eyes, for the third time. Blushing a shade darker he places a finger to He Tian’s lips. “Nope, just a goodbye.” Mo mewls back.

Alright. You win this round. He Tian thinks feeling a fond smirk cross his lips. He releases his grip on Mo’s hips. Guan Shan hopping up shortly afterwards. Heading towards the doorway.

Stopping in front of the trim around the door he asked, “I’m coming to you’re place to make dinner, correct?”

He Tian crosses his arm over his chest and nods. Mo nods also before giving a sassy, “Alrighty, bye fucker,”

He Tian can’t help but smile to himself. “Later, Red.” And then he pops out of the classroom. Leaving He Tian smiling fondly towards the doorway. Utterly, helplessly gone. He truly had him wrapped around his pinkie. God forbid he realized it one of these days.


“He Tian,”


“Food.” Aw yes, one of the best thins to hear in life. Or so He Tian had decided. He entered his kitchen seeing the usual. A meal along the stove, plates, silverware, and a ginger. Moving towards the stove He Tian began to make his own plate. Glancing to his side he saw Mo yawn, stretching his arms over his head.

Mo began to leave the kitchen before He Tian caught his attention. “Where you going?” He asked grabbing a cup from one of the over head cabinets.

“I’m going to go lay on your couch. My legs hurt remember.”

He did remember actually. “Just go lay on the bed. The cushion will be better for your muscles.”

“Alright but if you make me wash the sheets when I wake up for some reason like; I drooled, or You got your germs on my sheets, I’m going to be pissed.”

“Go sleep.” He Tian replied giving a shooing motion. In response he received a grunt. Then he was left to eat in silence.

He finished a good minute after, placing his dish in the sink for later. He returned to the main room. Glancing to his left he saw Mo laying along his stomach on the bed. He Tian walks towards the bed, crouching near Mo’s face. He’s out. That was quick.

He Tian shakes his head before standing upright. His eyes trace out the outline of Mo on his bed absent minded. Coming to rest at the sliver of skin showing on his lower back.

He Tian stared at the light colored patch of skin. It looked awfully soft. He was oddly curious. 'Fuck…’

He Tian looked away contemplating whether or not to act. Logically, it was risky and impulsive. He had worked hard to keep this friendship stable. Tip-toeing around boundaries. But lustfully…When would he ever get a chance again. Actually never. He’d never get another chance to touch the pureness of Guan Shan. He admitted it was a pervy move but…

Easing into the bed softly, He Tian placed his knees on each side of Mo’s thighs. Lowering himself slightly He Tian let his hands glide over the exposed skin. It was soft as he had expected. He Tian thumbed around the dip of the hip. Drawing circles around the indention.

Gently, he raises the t-shirt further up Guan Shan’s back. He Tian lowers himself further, kissing the small of Guan Shan’s back. Trailing up along the spine, He Tian placed delicate kisses.

“He Tian,"  Mo croaks quietly.

"Yes,” 'He’s awake?’

Shifting Mo glances behind him. “What you doing…” 'Half awake at least.’

“Guan Shan.” 'Might as well wake the rest of him up’, He Tian declares to himself. He Tian rolls Mo over onto his back gently. Blinking slowly, he awakes. Mo stares up at He Tian realizing the situation. Slowly He Tian can see a blush arising.

“Guan Shan,”

“Y-yes?” Mo flops out quickly, eyes wide.

“Are you opposed to me continuing?” He Tian stared down at Mo seriously. Mo tilts his head away face now showing a clearer blush. “Uh, I mean…”

He Tian leaned in towards Mo’s face. “You mean..”

Mo Guan Shan stared at He Tian. He speaks in a chopped, flustered tone. “I am…not opposed..”

He Tian breaks the stare, giving a small smirk. “I’m glad.” He Tian leans in further. Carefully placing He lips against Mo’s. He presses softly. Seconds later he heard a hum from Mo and feels the other move his lips against He Tian’s. He pulls back smiling, as he looks at Guan Shan’s expression.

“You’re not just going to leave with with that are you?” Mo asks raising a brow.

Alright fucker. He Tian leans in quicker this time. He presses his lips against Mo’s more fiercely. Mo returns with a small fierceness, awkwardly. He Tian slides his hands under Mo’s shirt. Tracing the lines along his stomach.

Mo hums as He Tian runs his hands gently along his sides. Thumbing around his hip bone.

He Tian pulls his lips back a few centimeters allowing Mo to inhale again before clasping over his mouth again. This time He Tian slides his tongue into Guan Shea’s mouth, making the other gasp in surprise. He Tian watched Mo’s face light fire.

He let his tongue search the other’s mouth. Glossing over Mo’s teeth He Tian tastes the other’s tongue. He tastes like peppermint oddly enough. Pulling away fir a gasp of air, He Tian breathes against Mo’s lips. “You have gum?”

Mo panted lowly as he rose a confused brow. “I had…a Peppermint,” He Tian nodded. Moving his hand from under the t-shirt He Tian tugged at the hems. Pulling it off of Mo, He Tian removed his own shirt.

Gliding his fingers across the sensitive skin He Tian lowered himself. Kissing at the end of the ribs he trailed upwards. His eyes flicked up to Guan Shan’s as he headed up his collarbone. “He Tian…”

He Tian stopped at his neck. “Yes?” He breathed. He watched Guan Shan swallow unsurely before being told to continue. He Tian gave a small kiss to Mo Guan Shan’s neck. He then begins to suck on the spot, causing Mo to squirm underneath him. “H..he Tian..” Mo croaks. He Tian detached and views his first mark on the other. It was a simple dark red.

Feeling pleased with himself He Tian goes in for a second time. Mo tilted his head allowing easier access. He Tian sucked the skin with a little more force. Leaving a large blotch than the first. He Tian quicken his pace. He began to leave a minefield of hickeys. All ranged from small and red to large and purple. He Tian could feel Mo trembling underneath him.

“Guan Shan, you going to even make it to the actual round?” He Tian teased. Mo glared at him before closing his eyes.

“You,” Mo huffed. “Better put a condom on you fucker,”

Smirking down He Tian mewled back, “Of course my love.”


“He Tian, I’m going to hurt like a bitch tomorrow, you fuck!” Mo wailed moving slowly onto his side to face the accused.

“Most definitely.” He Tian confirmed making Mo pull an annoyed expression. He Tian chucked to himself.

“But that’s tomorrow.” He Tian slung an arm around the other’s waist. He pulled Mo close to his chest as the other blushes. Not refusing the embrace though. “For now just sleep.” Using his other free hand to switch the lamp off.

Sighing into He Tian’s chest Mo inched closer into He Tian’s chest. His forehead resting against He Tian’s collarbone. He Tian placed his chin atop Mo’s head.

“About time, huh?” Mo spoke quietly.

“Hm?” He Tian grunted.

Mo chuckled quietly before replying. “You think I couldn’t feel your stare digging into my ass 24/7?”

He Tian pulled his chin from Mo’s head. Leaning back slightly He Tian tried to see some of Mo’s dimly light features. “You think you’re cute, you little shit.”

“No,” Mo mused softly. “But you do,”

He Tian smirked, “Oh? When did I say that?”

“Good night, He Tian.” Mo said shuffling into He Tian’s chest again.

'You think you’re slick.’ He Tian thought shaking his head. Sighing contently He Tian quietly replied. “Yeah, good night, carrot-top.”

sterek au: landlord!derek and tenant!stiles

based loosely on this gif set and tags, prompt by fin. written for sterekfest! wish i could have written something longer, but i hope you enjoy anyway <3


Stiles has a mission. He has a mission and a list – a long list that details with bulleted subpoints all the things wrong with his apartment. Sure, he’s thankful for having a roof over his head (if said roof didn’t leak) and at a fair price (which was really the selling point, let’s be honest). But still, Stiles drops most of his measly paycheck on rent every month, and he’d like a place that wasn’t falling apart. That was only fair.

The building meeting is on the fifth floor. When he arrives, there’s only one other guy there, sitting on a blue couch. Stiles immediately heads over to the large window and starts pacing. “I feel kinda bad for the landlord,” Stiles begins, nervous energy buzzing through his limbs.

“Oh?” the man replies.

“Yeah, I’d hate to be in his shoes, being bombarded with complaints all night. But dude, my water pressure’s terrible, three panes in the window are broken and one has a hole in it, my garbage disposal smells like something died inside of it, and that’s just the top of the list.” Stiles spins around and finally looks at the guy on the couch. He’s never seen him around before, and Stiles guesses he could be considered attractive if you find bearded gym rats hot. Stiles refrains from rolling his eyes because the guy is obviously a douche. Just look at those eyebrows.

“What about you? Please don’t tell me your apartment is perfect, but knowing my luck and probably yours, everything works perfectly for you like it always has and I got the shit apartment.” The guy just stares at him and says nothing. Stiles rolls his eyes as he turns back towards the window, mumbling under his breath, “Typical.”

“What’s typical?”

Stiles spins around again, mouth open in exaggerated shock. “Oh, you mean you’re actually going to talk to me? Words finally making sense to you now?”

The man’s mouth pulls down into a scowl. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Stiles rolls his eyes. “Look, I know it pains guys like you to talk to guys like me because it lowers your cool quotient or you only waste your breath on people as hot as you or something, but we do live in the same building. We’re neighbors. I was trying to be neighborly.”

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You’re a Nerd

Pairing: George x Reader

  • I’ve noticed that you write a lot of Fred imagines so I was wondering if you could do one with George. I don’t really care what, just something cute with him being overprotective 😊 thanks!!
  • George needs more love :(( I LOVE FRED TOO BUT GEORGE IS BAE. By the way, LOVE YOUR WORK! Makes me giddy inside hehehe

A/N: I didn’t realise how much I wrote about Fred until I went through my Masterlist! Also, I really wanted to write an Imagine talking about why on earth do these kids keep complaining about their homework?? You are at a magic school with magic classes and magic, if only they knew how much we wished we could go there instead!
Squicks: None

You woke up to the whole room spinning, your head pounding as the light from outside filled the girl’s dormitory. You let out a groan of disgust, your throat dry and your nose as stuffed as ever.

“Common cold, nothing too severe,” Madam Pomfrey declared. It was Tuesday morning and you were currently missing out on your favourite class, Transfiguration, which started about 20 minutes ago. “Here, take this and you should be feeling better in no time,” the small woman said, handing you a little cup filled with deep purple liquid. “I bet you wished you could’ve gotten out of class with that one!”

“No way, Madam Pomfrey,” you said truthfully once you had downed the thick medicine, “That’s why I came here, I was hoping to head off to class now actually,”

Madam Pomfrey looked at you with a quizzical expression, not sure if she entirely believed that a student was actually looking forward to going to class,

“Well alright… Off you go then,” she said, nodding her head to the door.


You walked into McGonagall’s classroom as she had her back turned to the door, writing quickly on the blackboard. She turned around to see who was going to be interrupting her lesson, not expecting a student to be arriving so late.

“Oh, Y/n…” she started, putting her chalk down on her desk, “You do realise that you’re more than half an hour late?”

“Sorry Professor McGonagall,” you apologise, “I was seeing Madam Pomfrey”.

McGonagall let out a sigh, “alright, talk to me after class”.


The bell rung throughout the castle, allowing everyone to get up out of their seats and pack up their things. Not for you though. You stayed where you were, watching everyone try to fit through the doorway at once, desperate to get out of class.

You had never been told to stay back before, and even though you knew you weren’t in trouble, you still didn’t like the feeling. Academic wise, you were up there with the likes of Hermione Granger. You may not know all the answers as well as she does, but you were always passionate about the topics you were learning.

You weren’t the only one staying back, however. Fred and George Weasley had also been told to stay back, this time for having set off a small explosion of some sort. Whatever it was, it had apparently ended up with one hundred tiny rubber balls bouncing rapidly around the classroom.

“I’ll deal with you two in a minute,” McGonagall warned, causing them to break away from their conversation, unfazed by the fact that they were being kept back, again.

“Now, Y/n,” she started, “You said you were up in the hospital wing, is that correct?”

“Yes, I woke up with a cold and she gave me something to cure it, so I came to class as soon as I could,” you replied.

McGonagall looked at you for a bit and gave a small smile, “Not many students would be willing to come back to class once they’ve been given an excuse to get out of it, isn’t that right boys?” she said looking over at the twins who were back to talking again, this comment however shutting them up.

“Yeah, I don’t get that, Professor,” you replied, McGonagall giving you a look as if asking you to continue.

“Well, we’re at a school that practices magic, I don’t get why anyone would not want to come to classes,” you say as if it were obvious, “Our assignments are about turning hedgehogs into pincushions, and how to summon objects, and making antidotes and poisons, how could anyone not find that interesting?”

You hear one of the twins scoff from the seat beside you, but you weren’t done yet.

“I don’t know… as a Muggle, magic is only a thing you hear about in stories, with fairies and superheroes and all that, and it all sounds so amazing and wonderful, but that’s all they are; stories… and just when you’re getting to the age where you’re starting to understand that those things aren’t real, you get a letter telling you that it is all real, and I just can’t understand how people can complain about having homework about magic!”

While the smile on McGonagall’s face was warm and proud of how passionate you were about school, you didn’t even want to look at Fred and George, who were sure to be thinking about how much of a teacher’s pet you were. Almost everyone else in this school thought that anyway…

“Alright Y/n, I’ll let you off on this one,” McGonagall said, placing a hand on your shoulder, “as for you two…”


“Hey, wait up!” you hear someone call out after you.

You turn around to see George Weasley weaving in and out of people in the crowded passageway outside of the Grand Hall to catch up with you.

“McGonagall finally let you out, I see?” you smile,

George chuckled, “Yeah, I think we’re growing on her… Hey, listen, about everything you said before—“

“Oh, don’t even say it, I’m a huge nerd for being so obsessed with classes, I know,” you laugh, but you were being truthful in thinking that that’s what George and his brother thought of you.

“Actually, no, it makes a whole lot of sense,” George admits, to your surprise, “We’ve always had magic so we don’t really take note of how cool it really is, so it actually makes sense that you’d want to come to class and stuff, since it’s so different from not having it your whole life,”

“Wow, I didn’t expect you to see it that way at all,” you laugh with surprise and amazement,

“Well, Fred probably doesn’t see it the exact same way, but I get it. You’re special, you know that? I wouldn’t mind getting to know you better, if you can fit me in anywhere with that busy homework schedule you must have,”

You return his same cheeky grin that he was giving you, “I think I could move some things around for you, George Weasley,”

“Excellent, I’ll be seeing you around then, yeah?” he says with a wink, walking into the Great Hall, leaving you standing there dumbfounded. Who would’ve thought that George Weasley would fall for a nerd like you.

Kiss Cam Fail

Okay, this is super rushed but I wanted to get it out before WidowReaper week started! The inspiration hit me like a truck when I saw a fail video of a baseball game where a guy refused to kiss his girlfriend when the kiss cam came on. So the guy next to her offered and she accepted and their quick kiss made her boyfriend angry enough to leave and I just thought

Gency College AU

College AU. Fluff. 

The seats are packed to the point he’s touching arms with McCree and the girl sitting beside him. So many people roam up and down the steps eating peanuts and sipping sodas in the baseball arena, but it’s not too bad. The game’s halfway through, and the team McCree keeps rooting for is winning. His hollering is enough to make him deaf in his left ear though. Lucio keeps whooping too, enjoying the day out.

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I Am An Alpha Ch 7: Yixing

I hope this makes up for being MIA for a few days

“Is all of this really for me?” My jaw drops and my mouth waters at the sight of the beautifully set table with many kinds of food covering it. “I’ve never seen this much food before.” The wolf on my left hums as he leads me closer to the table, he nudges the head chair before looking at me expectantly. I quickly obey and curl up in the seat. I’m thankful Yixing has also given me one of his hoodies to keep warm in such a big house. He lays down at my side allowing me to eat alone, I sigh, when is he going to realize I don’t want to be alone. I use my foot to push the next to me out making him jump. “Join me?”

He hops up on to the seat and stares at me.

“What would you like?” I muse scanning over all the dishes, most consisting of marinated meats and vegetables. He continues to stare at me and I swear I can see him smiling. “You can transform back into a human if you want. I promise I won’t be scared anymore.”

He shakes his head.


His eyes scan over the room and even into the living room.

“Ah, you don’t want to leave me alone again, right?”

He nods.

“What a shame, I would really like to talk to you,” I hum as I pet his head. His massive head leans into my touch eagerly. “Well I guess since you can’t tell me what you want you are going to eat what I give you.” I take the empty plate that had been left for me and quickly begin filling it with a little of everything that was on the table until there is no room left. “How does that look?” I set it down in front of him and watch for any kind of reaction. He stares down at the food before looking at me, concern in those golden eyes. I chuckle, “Don’t worry Hyung, I’ll eat too.”

I begin picking off each plate and shoving the food into my mouth eagerly, hoping that he would eat too.  After I stuff down a few bites he eagerly begins eating too. I’m proud of myself, see, I tell myself, I can do this!

“How are things tasting?” Baekhyun muses as he places a hand on my shoulder. I’m out of my chair before I even know it, my teeth bared at the sudden intruder. His hands are up in surrender, “It’s just me.” The moment I realize that it’s him I stand up straight and give him an apologetic smile.

“I’m so sorry Hyung!”

“You are fine,” He gestures for me to return to my seat, “Your pack mentioned something about how you won’t be used to physical affection, I’m sorry. I just got excited.”

“They’re right, beyond my pack I never received any kind of love or gentleness so I’m going to have to get used to it.”

He nods, “I think that is one of the reasons we let Lay take care of you, he has the most self control out of us. Especially right now, I’m so impressed and kind of jealous.”

Yixing lets out a low growl.

“Don’t worry Hyung I’m just stopping in to make sure she’s enjoying her food and her silent company.”

“I told him he could transform back but he doesn’t want to leave me alone.”

“He is right, not all of us have his ability to stand this close to you for a long period of time without being all over you. I heard that Kai couldn’t even last a minute once he caught her scent.”

I wrap my arms around myself, his stare making me uncomfortable, “You heard about that?”

“I also heard that Kris got to touch you,” He takes a step closer making me curl tighter in my chair.

“I figured it would be fair, I owed him.”

“For what? If anything he owed you for attacking you all those year ago.”

I gulp, “I shot him.”

“This is getting so exciting!”

Yixing growls once again when he comes even closer.

“I would leave if I were you,” I suggest sensing the hostile energy coming off the wolf. “He doesn’t look like he’s in the best mood.”

Baekhyun suddenly looses his happy smile, “Do you want me to go?”

“That’s not it, I just-“ I’m cut off by the sound of excited boys speaking loudly and rushing in our direction. Again I’m out of my chair, but this time before they enter the room. My back is to Yixing, at this point I feel like he is the only person I can trust to stand behind me.

“Go quick, they just came back from a quick run, their instincts are still going to be really strong. We don’t want them getting too excited when they see you, go back to Yixing hyung’s room and I’ll bring some more food up, but you need to go now.” Baekhyun shoos me out of the dining room.

I follow Yixing back up stairs, pouting a bit, “I wasn’t scared for once and now I’m running.” At the top of the stairs I hesitate and almost consider going back down, I might not be this brave later on. By brave I mean I’m not shaking in my boots like a pup and I feel like I could actually look them in the eye. But Yixing nudges me forward, I trust him to know best. Back in his room I’m cautious of where I stand so I end up standing in the middle of the room like an idiot. He gestures to the door with his nose, asking me to lock it, which I quickly obey before he disappears into the closet.

“Feel free to sit on the bed,” His voice startles me. Of course he transformed back to his human form, I even told him too but why do I suddenly feel nervous? I take this moment to mental prepare myself to have one on one time with one of my mates for the first time. I can do this.  “Or if you don’t feel comfortable with that you can continue to stand in the middle of the room,” He teases as he comes out of the closet.  I turn around to face him and automatically regret it.

He is so good looking. In sweat pants and a t-shirt he is wearing what I’ve seen my pack mates wear a thousand times but on him but just looks so much more sexy. He pushes his black hair out of his face and gives me a small smile that has my heart racing. Of course he notices it and automatically switches from charming to panic. He rushes over to me, his hands hold on to my upper arms.

“Are you okay?” He worries. “I’m not scaring you am I?”

“No!” I answer quickly, and a bit too aggressive. I find myself covering my mouth from embarrassment.  

“Than what’s wrong?”

I nibble on my lip before admitting, “You just made my heart race, that is all, I’m sorry for worrying you.”

“Oh,” His grip on me loosens but he doesn’t let go, a small smile forms on those pretty pink lips. We just stand there for a minute enjoying each others company, I let my hands hold on to his forearms and smile at the electric sensation between our skin. After a long moment he asks me, “Could I ask you a few questions about you and your past?” Looking up at him I know it was a hard question to ask, I’m expert when it comes to reading peoples body language and facial expressions, it also helps that Yixing seems to be an open book. It allows me to know that him and the rest of his pack are very concerned about what could have happened to me, that strangely warms my heart.

“Of course, ask anything you want, I’m not shy about my past,” I try to give him a non-awkward smile as I let him lead me toward the bed. I sit on the left side with my back pressed against the headboard, I almost consider going under the covers but kill the idea when I think about what could happen with us under the covers together. My cheeks burn at the thought of anything dirty.

“I’m going to get more blankets, Sehun and some of the others like the house cold at night so we are going to need them,” He says as he leaves the room.

When he is gone I let out a breath I didn’t even known I was holding, oh my god, he’s so cute. I can’t believe he is part of this pack, he seems far to sweet but I guess I have no room to judge. I grimace at the thought of them seeing the real me, but at the same time I can’t wait for it. They are going to be blown back, the idea has me giggling so hard I don’t hear Yixing coming back in.

“What a beautiful sound,” He muses, “What has you giggling so hard?”

“Nothing,” I lie with my big doe eyes.

He doesn’t question it, he just chuckles to himself as he lays out a couple of blankets over the bed. I relax into the bed and sigh, I can’t even remember the last time I slept on a real bed. It must have been around the time we got Kookie, so around 25-28 years ago? Oh god it has been too long. My embarrassment of sharing covers is taken over by my urge to burry myself in the comfort of all these blankets and pillows. Yixing just watches as I burrow under the covers and into the calling warmth.

“Are you having fun?” He chuckles once again.

I nod, “It have been a long time since I’ve slept in a bed and it definitely wasn’t this soft and it sure as hell didn’t smell as good.” The last part kind of slips out and I find myself blushing. I realize that’s why this bed seems so inviting, sure the bed is soft and the blankets are warm but it is his alpha pheromones calling me to him and his territory.

“What do I smell like to you?” He wonders as he crawls on to the bed, he lays on his stomach.

“You smell sweet,” I hum as I try to think of more descriptive words. “You make me think of when I would mix honey in with my tea.”

“I smell like honey tea?” He mocks.

I nod, “I love the smell of honey tea. But before I let you mock me, tell me what I smell like to you.”

“Spring, like the beginning of spring when all the flowers are blooming and everything is waking up after winter.”

I smile, “You said you wanted to ask me a few questions?”

“Aw yes!” He pops up to rest on his elbows, “I actually have more than a few but they are not all my own. Kris hyung and the others were sending me some when I was in my wolf form.”

“I completely forgot about the telepathy.”

He cocks his head in confusion, “You don’t transform often do you?”

I shake my head, “I haven’t transformed in over a year, it makes it harder for people to sense us on their territory when we are in human form.”

“What about before you were out of the army? Did you transform often?”

“Nope, we weren’t allowed to. They thought that if our wolves had the chance to dominate our mind we would rebel.”

“Do you miss transforming?”

“I would like to be able to run freely, I haven’t done that in so long. The last time I let my wolf take over completely was right after we were set free. All of us did it, in turns, half of us went while the others stayed back to keep an eye on your stuff. But when I went out I didn’t come back for a whole day,” I grin at the memory. “It felt so amazing to be that free, I have no idea how I got my wolf to turn back for my pack.”

“Why didn’t you start being a normal female omega after you were freed?”

“In all honesty I was really scared of the idea. I mean even if I started acting like a normal girl and dressed like one my pack would have treated me the same but I didn’t want others to think of me as some weak link. Not to mention it would have added a target on not just my back but my packs as well. Most male packs would kill for a female omega, mate or not, it was something to fuck. I wanted to avoid the attention and at the same time I also didn’t want to loose my title.” I pat my chest proudly, “I am an alpha. I made it into the top hunter party of the blood red army. Even though I didn’t enjoy what I was doing to the innocent I was happy about the fear I could strike into the other soldiers who looked like they were enjoying the horrible things we were doing.”

“My mate is so strong,” He coos.

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

“How did you end up here?” I scoot a little bit closer to him but there is still a massive space in between us on the king sized bed.

“Nothing even near as exciting as your story, my brothers and I just took over this territory from our father and we’ve just expanded it a bit but that is just about it.”

I scoff, “That is not just about it, you are the black dragons! I’ve heard scary stories about you, you guys wiped out the whole entire red ribbon army, while at least most of them. Some were too good to be caught,” I mock with my tongue out.

“We are pretty brutal people, but I don’t want you to know that side of us until you get to know us. I don’t want you to know anything but warmth and love from us.” He reaches out and strokes my head softly.

“Too late for that Hyung,” I chuckle. “I was already attacked by head alpha and shot him, I already know your dark and wild sides, well his not yours.”

“Kris ge,” Yixing corrects.

“Kris ge,” I echo.

He nods, “Ge would not like you being so formal with him, he already feels like you hate him.”

“I don’t hate him.”

“Make sure you let him know that when you see him.”

“He isn’t sleeping this early is he? Could he be doing work or something?”

“He’s most likely working, why?”

“I don’t hate you Kris ge!” I sort of yell, loud enough for him to hear where ever he is in the house but not loud enough to bust an eardrum.

Yixing laughs so hard he has to hold his stomach, “Couldn’t wait could you?”

“I don’t want something like that weighing down on his mind.”

“Such a sweet girl.”

“I’m not usually like this so enjoy it, my hyungs and dongseangs would have a field day with this.”

“I will definitely enjoy this.”

We lay there for hours talking about everything and anything. We slowly scoot closer and closer together until my head is resting on his shoulder. Our hands are collapsed together, fingers intertwined. Yixing has tucked us both under the covers hours ago when the house already started getting colder, his body makes the perfect heater. He offers to sleep on the floor or in another room but I quickly shut that idea down.

“Did you ever feel scared and alone out there being an omega?”

“I felt lots of things when I was out there. I felt weak, scared, stupid, useless, but never once did I feel alone. I always had someone, I always had my pack. Sure some times we would get separated for a little while due to missions but never for more than a day. Loneliness is foreign to me or at least I thought it was.”

“Trust me, you are never going to feel lonely here, there will always be someone trying to get your attention so you can rest easy.”

“Good, I don’t even want to imagine life all by myself,” The horrifying thought has me snuggling into Yixing’s embrace. He doesn’t seem to mind one bit, in facts he wraps his arms around me and pulls me closer.

“Is this okay?”

“This is more than okay,” I mumble as I finally burry my face in the crook of his neck.

“Good, because there was no way in hell I was going to be letting you go.”

 Here you go! *Throws glitter aggressively into your face*

the heart does not lie

It takes time, of course. It takes time, and planning, and a fair amount of Wynne’s secret wine stash that she thinks no one knows about, to gather up the courage necessary to do what needs to be done– to say what needs to be said.

The camp is near-silent when he does it, everyone tucked away in their tents, resting up for the battle they can all feel creeping closer with each passing day. None of them say it, of course, but it hangs over them all. Their forces art growing, and soon, they will take their support to Denerim, to challenge Loghain, and then further, to challenge the Archdemon and the Blight itself.

Sten is seated by the fire, stripped out of his armor but not settling in for bed just yet. He sits, silent and unmoving as stone, and Bartholomew’s heavy head rests comfortably atop his knee. It’s a bit comforting to see his hound there, and he’s not sure why. Maybe it’s because, of all the people who are relying on him now, his dog is the easiest to accept. He’s been told all his life how stalwart mabari are, how their trust is rarely misplaced, and it makes his stomach feel strangely warm knowing that, even if he screws up, he’ll still have the faith of his loyal hound.

Or maybe he’s just drunker than he thought.

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Pacific Coast Road Trip

Mature themes but no smut 
Request-Could you do an imagine where the whole pack (Scott, Stiles, Lydia, Malia, Y/N, Theo, Liam, and or anyone else you would like to add in) have a sleepover and their adventures for that day and night. Lots of fluff for Y/N and Theo maybe ? ❤
It was the last day that everyone in the pack didn’t have anything to do, we were all packed and ready to go to our colleges but we all wanted to spend one last day together and it just happened to be today. We all wanted to get out of Beacon Hills, we had fought so many things here and most of us were going to college nearby so we figured we could all do something that we really haven’t yet. We decided to drive to the coast, Beacon Hills is really close to Sacramento, California so it would take us roughly six hours to get there, now that we have been in the car for about two, I don’t know if taking a road trip was the best idea. Liam and Malia keep fighting, Scott is trying to drive my van because I wanted to sit in the back with Theo and trying to keep Malia and Liam from killing each other at the same time, Stiles and Lydia and going back and forth bickering while still flirting with one another. You can never say our group is a quite one. As Theo and I cuddled in the farthest seats in the back, I couldn’t help but smile. We had kept our relationship a secret so long because the McCall pack and Theo’s pack were sworn enemies but when Kira sent Theo to hell, the pack found out because I became a broken-down mess, When Liam brought Theo back, I made them all swear that they wouldn’t sent Theo to hell again and as much as I love my friends, I don’t put it past them to try something.
“You are deep in thought huh?” He asked me causing me to look up and back at him and nod while pecking his cheek softly. Theo had his back against the seat of the car while my back was to his chest, a blanket over our legs as all the windows in the car were down, letting the breeze go through the whole van, our hands intertwined with one another. Ever since Theo has come back from hell, helped us find Stiles and earned some of the pack’s trust, I’ve been a clingy girlfriend and I really don’t care. I thought that I lost Theo and now that he is back, I never plan on losing him again.
“Just thinking about the time, you went to hell.” I said making us both laugh at the fact that it was just normal to say and talk about. Once our laugh stopped, he sighed and rested his chin on the top of my head and looked at our hands as our fingers played with one another’s.
“I really don’t know how you did it (Y/N), watching me get taken from you, having to tell the pack about us. It was hard enough for me to know that I was leaving you up here but you saw me go down and even though you wanted to help me you couldn’t, and I know that. You have no idea how happy I was when I saw Liam and Hayden, pulling me from hell because I knew that I would get to see you soon. You went thought everything for our relationship. You’re really brave, you know, that right?” He said making me turn to look at him, cupping the side of his face and shooting him a smile.
“I love you.” I said causing him to smile and kiss me softly, making everyone in the car groan at our public display of affection which in return made Theo and I laugh and break our kiss. A few more hours of sing alongs, cuddles in the back seat and bathroom breaks, we finally got to the beach. We all fell out of the van as if we hadn’t been out of there in weeks and grabbed our stuff and ran to the water. We hadn’t really thought this through all that well because by the time we got to the beach it was already two in the afternoon and we have to leave before four if we want to make it back in time for some us to get some sleep for the next busy day that we all separately have. If we leave the beach at five we will get back to Beacon Hills around midnight, that is including pitstops, unless we all get a hotel room and share it for the night and leave early in the morning.
“Hey guys?” I said causing everyone to stop in their tracks and look at me. I explained to them what I had just thought out in my head and they all looked at me like they were the biggest idiots in the world for not thinking about this before we left.
“I can pay for the room.” Theo said from next to me, taking us all by surprise.
“I’m not going to college, I’m just paying for my new apartment, near (Y/N)’s dorm, trust me, I have money saved up, that you guys are spending on school.” He said making the pack, nod and thank him then running off to the beach while I looked at him with wide eyes.
“Theo, hotel rooms around here aren’t cheap.” I said making him shrug and wrap his arm around my shoulders as we walked towards the water.
“You are all spending hundreds of thousands of dollars on schools, taking out loans, borrowing it from your parents and unless all the hotel rooms around here cost a hundred thousand dollars for one night, I think that I’ll be okay.” He said causing me to nudge him with a laugh. I loved Theo more than anything in the world and this was a sweet gesture, I’m just glad the pack can see him for his sweet side that I’ve always seen. We continued walked to the beach arm and arm before I stopped dead in my tracks and smiled.
“Theo, the pack is going to be at the beach all day, and we have to go find a hotel room for all of us to share. An empty hotel room, for hours, just us.” I said earning a wide smile from Theo as he threw me over his shoulder and ran back to my van, sending me into a fit of giggles. I sent Scott a text that we were going to find a good hotel room and that we would be back to grab dinner with everyone when we got into the van. Theo and I hadn’t had sex since he has come back from hell, our lives have been too hectic but now that we have this opportunity, I’m not going to waste it. After a few tries we found a hotel room that wasn’t too expensive and has enough room for all of us. Theo and I started getting undressed as soon as the hotel room door shut behind us, we had been wanting this for so long and doing it with one another since Junior Year it had become second nature. It was just as hot and amazing as I remembered it, our moans being as loud as always, the smiles on our faces after just as wide and the shower just as warm after the deed. We knew that we would have to go back to them soon, knowing that they probably know exactly what we are doing up here but I didn’t want to. As much as I would miss my friends, Theo would be living less than a mile away from me but, I would miss him always being at my side, after the whole hell thing, it hurt me being away from him.
“I love you, so much (Y/N).” Theo whispered in my ear as we laid on the bed that we had changed the seats in so the pack couldn’t confirm that we had sex in it or not, our hair still wet from the shower that we shared, our bodies just as close. I smiled and pecked his lips, not wanting it to turn into anything more and smiled at the thought that nothing could tear us part again. I groaned as my phone went off, know the pack was hungry and wanted to go eat, okay maybe something could tear us apart from each other, but nothing we couldn’t handle.

Spelling Pt. 1.5 (Lin x Reader)


Warnings: Swears

Authors Note: HELLO HELLO. This is kinda late but better late then never. THIS WAS SO HARD TO WRITE IDK WHY BUT IM SO HAPPY WITH HOW IT TURNED OUT SO IT’S OK. It’s labeled 1.5 because Spelling was supposed to be a stand alone but because you wanted to have a second part I decide to write one! BE SURE TO LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THOUGHT, AND KEEP IN MIND THAT MY ASK IS ALWAYS OPEN FOR YOUR FEEDBACK AND REQUESTS! 






You walked into your favorite small book shop. With the holidays just around the corner the thick white snow blanketed the New York streets. Brushing snow from your shoulders, you walked through the aisles of books upon books. You weren’t able to go home for the holidays so you decided you would curl into yourself with a good book. You delicately traced your finger on the spine of a book when you heard a loud crash from the aisle over. You wandered over to the noise quickly to see someone who had dropped a couple books and records as they scattered the floors. You bent down to help the stranger when your fingers met his on top of a heavy book.

“Are you alright?”

You ask standing up and meeting his face. You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and glanced up at him. He looked familiar. But you weren’t able to put your finger on it. He stared back at you but with a spark in his dark eyes.

“I um, yeah. I’m fine.”

He managed out, still a bit disheveled. You gave him a smile and he flashed you one in return.

Your heart stopped.

It was him. You recognized that smile. And you knew exactly where from.

“I-I. Here.” You stammered as you handed him the book you had picked up from the floor filling the awkward silence.

“Thanks.” He said as he took the book from your hands.

You turned around to walk away, and you got as far as two steps when-


Your breath caught in your throat and you turned around.

A small smile graced your face and you were slowly nodding.

He extended his hand to you.


“Lin. I know.”



He offered to take you over to his apartment that day, the least he could do for your kindness he promised. You found yourself reliving every high school daydream you had about him as you walked along the busy streets to the nearest subway station. He joked with you, talking about your favorite holiday movies as he even held your bag. He offered you his seat in the packed subway, and he offered you a cup of hot chocolate when you arrived at his apartment.

“The last packet.” he said. You shook your head.

“No way, It’s all yours.” you urged.

He shoved the red mug into your hands. You sighed in defeat as you gave him your best pout. He replied by letting out a chuckle and handing you a can of whipped cream. You sprayed a mountain on your hot chocolate and took a careful sip.

“Mmmm” you said as you felt the rich drink slide down your throat.

Lin just looked at you with his dark eyes that sparkled in his kitchen lighting.
You blinked and he was closer than he was a second ago, so close that you felt his breath on your nose. It felt like you were dreaming.

Was he going to kiss you?
God yes, please.
He leaned in, hesitated, then brought his hand up to wipe at some whipped cream on your nose.
You felt your face heat up, embarrassed.
You wanted him.
You should’ve kissed him first.



You’d never been to Broadway.
What Lin called a Theatre Virgin. Not only did he give you tickets to In The Heights, he ushered you backstage to meet the cast before the show.
You told him you couldn’t ask him to do such a thing. You told him that you could just buy tickets yourself but he didn’t have it.
He told you it was the least you deserved.
You were too afraid to ask him what that meant.
You sat on the stairway as he and Karen were joking around.
She was nice
And pretty, and gorgeous, and kind, and funny, and witty, and perfect.
For Lin.
You had no right to be jealous.
But you were.
Lin walked away to talk to Chris and she sat next to you on the step.

“He’s quite the guy.” she said, moving her long hair to one side.

“Yeah.” you breathed.

“He likes you.” she said

“What?” you said barely in a whisper, but she was gone before you could ask further questions.



When the show ended you rushed backstage.
You needed answers. You were tired of waiting for him, waiting for him to show signs, waiting for him to give you the attention you craved.
You flung the door of his dressing room open.
He stood there half dressed, sweaty, tired.
Your brain stopped and everything you had planned to tell him slipped your mind.


“I- I” you tried.


“Listen I need to tell you-” he began.

You grabbed him by his white tank top and pulled him close.
You saw his eyes flicker down to your lips and back up to meet your eyes.

“Kiss me.” you commanded.
“Can I kiss you?” he said at the exact same time.

Nothing was slow. His lips met yours, eager like they’d wanted to do this years ago. Hands finding their way around your waist, yours moving up to wrap around his neck.
You never could have imagined what it felt like to feel his lips against yours.
The way he made your heart beat so fast.
It was the end.
The end of waiting for him, and the beginning of having him.
The end of dreaming
And the beginning of reality.



He had quite a load in his hands and he knew he shouldn’t have turned left so fast into the aisle, but he saw you.
He saw you admiring a book and in a quick panic he turned into the nearest aisle, running into a book cart.

“Fuck.” he whispered as his books were scattered on the floor.

He bent down to grab them when his hands were touching someone else’s. He retreated quickly and looked up to see you. You looked different, aged. Shorter hair and softer eyes.
Just as beautiful.

“Are you alright?” you asked

He realized what was happening and forced out a response before the silence between you two became too long.
You smiled at him.
That smile.
It was the same, just as bright, just as youthful.
He couldn’t help but smile back at you, it was like some secret language between you two.
You turned to leave, ‘shit.’ he thought. He chanced it. He knew he would regret it if he let you go.

You stopped dead in your tracks.
Fuck, had he messed up?
When you turned around with that smile he felt like he was floating.
You nodded and Lin wanted nothing more than to tell you every single thought he had had about you in high school.


“Lin. I know.” you said.
He felt like he was dreaming.



He invited you over, for gods sake he’d wanted to do so since senior year.
He did everything he’d planned in his head.
He held your bag, like he’d planned if he ever had gotten the chance to walk home with you from school.
He offered you his seat on the subway, like he’d planned if he ever went on a first date with you.
He offered you hot chocolate, like he’d planned if he ever got to spend a holiday with you as a couple.

“Last packet.” he said as he stirred the mixture in warm milk.

You refused it, making Lin want you to have it even more.
He shoved the mug to you and you accepted it but not with an adorable pout plastered on your face.
He handed you a can of whipped cream and watched as you piled it on top of the drink. That’s when he knew you were the one.
He watched carefully as you took a long sip, an adorable dab of whipped cream on your nose.
Unconsciously, he moved closer. His eyes were on your lips as his breathing got heavy.
Was he going to do it?

Were you going to kiss him back?
God yes, please.
He leaned in, hesitated, you didn’t lean in to meet him halfway. In a last minute attempt to save his grace he brought his hand up to wipe away the whipped cream on your nose.
Regret spread all over his thoughts.
He wanted you.
He should’ve kissed you.



Karen, actually who played Vanessa, was like a sister to Lin. He’d gone to her about you. He didn’t know what to do about you. Ever since you two reconnected he wasn’t able to get you out of his head. Not a single second passed where you weren’t on his mind.

“She’s coming to today’s show.” he said into his phone as he got ready.

“Is this the girl you’ve been talking about since high school?”

“…Maybe.” he replied

“You really like her don’t you.”

“She’s nice…
And pretty, and gorgeous, and kind, and funny, and witty, and perfect.
For me.” he said into the phone.

He gave you the ticket because you deserved it. It was the least he could give you for being such a sissy. For not being man enough to just let you know of his feelings, for beating around the bush.
That was when he made the oath to himself.
He was going to tell you tonight.
Whether you were going to accept or decline was no longer part of the picture.
He just needed to tell you.

“What?” Karen asked, surprised that he had his heart set on you.



He locked himself in his dressing room.

“Y/N. I need to tell you something.” he said into his mirror after the show.

“I like you and I have for a long time, and I don’t know if you like me too, but I-”

He slammed his fist on his dressing table.
He couldn’t get the words right.
He needed answers. He were tired of waiting for you to catch on to his barely-there flirts, waiting for you to return signs, waiting to give you the attention you deserved.
He turned back to the mirror to practice once more when the door flung open.
You stood there determined, as if on a mission.

“Y/N?” he tried to say with force but it came out more so as a question
His brain stopped and everything he had planned to tell you slipped his mind.

“I- I” you said.

‘Fuck this.’ He thought. ‘It’s now or never.’

“Listen I need to tell you-” he began when you made wide strides over to him, grabbing him by his shirt and pulling him close so that his lips were millimeters from yours.
He couldn’t help his eyes that looked down at your lips. He wanted you.
He was going to kiss you.

“Can I kiss you?” he said
“Kiss me.” you commanded at the same time.

He instantly pressed his lips against yours feeling electricity run through his veins. He pulled you flesh to his body wanting to memorize how your body felt against his. Your lips kissed back with just as much passion, eager like they’d wanted to do this years ago.
The way your lips felt against his was indescribable.
The way you made his head spin.
It was the end.
The end of waiting for you, and the beginning of having you.
The end of dreaming
And the beginning of reality.

So Glad To Meet You

So Glad To Meet You| Im Changkyun/I.M.

Prompt: Your friend got asked out by the guy she’s being crushing on for months and left you and his friend behind so hey let’s just study together

A/N: Post 1 of Teentopgot7teen’s Fanfic Extravaganza! IMmie is one of my favourite idols what a cutie. Requests are open so send me your prompts or use the posts on my blog to suggest a story!

“Hey, Y/N.”

You look up from your textbook and gaze at your friend passively.

“Don’t you think the blonde on the table over his super cute?”

You loved her to death but you couldn’t ignore how different the two of you were. You had come to the library to study and she had insisted on tagging along. You knew she wasn’t going to do any work at all. She was just going stare at the boys who always sat on the table next to yours like she did every single time. You had come to the library to study not get distracted by boys.

“I don’t care.” You said, trying to find your place in the textbook again.

“He’s looking at us! He’s looking right over here!” She continued in a whisper.

When you didn’t reply she poked your arm with her pencil and you just swiped it away. She let out a whine as her pencil skittered across the table. She stared at you until she realised you weren’t going to react. She huffed and brought her textbook in front of her again. You sighed at her childish antics and took a quick look over at the boys she was talking about.

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Big Back There

by  mrs momona, writing under the pseudonym “A.B.”  © 2017

At some point in every guy’s life, he becomes aware of how he appears to others.  All guys want to look their best. By the time he entered college, Nick had come to realize what he thought it took to make himself look good. He was just vain enough to be proud of his curly dark brown hair, big brown eyes with long lashes, and a cleft chin. He had a swarthy complexion, courtesy of his Italian ancestors, and a muscular torso, with deep full pecs and big upper arms and forearms and large round calves, the result of years of weightlifting.  Nick was proud that he didn’t have a gut on him—his abs were covered by a  layer of flab, but there was no bulging beer belly hanging over his belt, unlike some of his contemporaries.

But, there were things Nick had learned to do during his late teen years to appear at his best. Buy all his shirts in “tall” sizes. Look for relaxed fit pants and shorts and then be prepared to wait a while for them to be altered before he could wear them. Put his wallet and comb in the front pocket of his pants. Be prepared for the bottom hem of whatever shorts he bought to end below his knees and the lower part of his trousers legs to flap in the breeze when he walked.

Why? Well, Nick had a huge butt and thighs. At 5’7”, he had a stocky “fireplug” build with a wide upper body, a thick waist, and hefty hips   as broad as his shoulders.. Viewed from the side, Nick’s stomach area appeared flat beneath his bulging pecs but his rear end ballooned out in a distended parabola shape, seeming to start above his obliques. Where they stuck out the farthest, his fat-padded mega-glutes formed a substantial shelf before they rounded back in to meet the back of his thighs. Each buttcheek was massively oblong, wide, full and jutted out an amazing distance from Nick’s body, as if candilevered outwards by a feat of DNA-based bio-engineering..

From being teased by the other guys, Nick learned that when he stood up after sitting, whatever shirt he was wearing had settled on top of the shelf of his butt, emphasizing the huge size of his rear end. So he bought “tall” shirts which hung down below his butt, thinking the extra cloth of the shirt would disguise his enormous behind. All it did, though, was to further call attention to his rear end—his buttcheeks looked like two elephants fighting in a circus tent as the long material of the shirt clung to each huge cheek emphasizing their roundness and constant motion as he moved.

Pants and shorts had to be bought in a “relaxed fit” waist size at least 8” bigger than his natural waist, because there was thus more room in the seat. His mom would have to take in the waist, but even then, his rear end packed the seat of whatever he was wearing. Shorts and pants made so big in the waist were cut big all over, so Nick’s shorts hung below his knees and the lower legs of his pants flapped as he walked.  Because his pants fit so tightly across his distended butt, it was impossible for him to put his wallet in his back pocket—so into his front pocket it went. Plus, Nick felt that if he had been able to put his wallet in the back pocket, the bulge of his wallet would further draw attention to the bulging of his weather-balloon-sized buttcheeks. Of course he was mistaken—his fat behind was out of all proportion to the rest of his stocky body.

Nick also learned he had to take special care when he sat down. By the time he graduated from high school, he was carrying 270 pounds on his fireplug frame, so it wasn’t a question of breaking anything, except the overstressed seam on the seat of his pants—it was just a question of finding space to accommodate the voluminous size of his disproportionately large rear end . No sense trying to try to sit in those chair-attached-to-desk things in class—he couldn’t squeeze his butt into them. He learned to always sit on an aisle seat in an auditorium, the movies, or a stadium—he’d have to step out into the aisle to let someone pass because he just took up so much volume in the back no one could squeeze around him. The bulk of his backside took up so much space that when Nick sat, it looked to others that he was perched on the front of the seat, even when he scrunched his butt tightly up to the back of the seat. This meant it was tough for Nick to be comfortable—to rest his back on the back of the seat, he had to tilt his upper body backwards in an unnatural angle.

Nick couldn’t help but be conscious of the bulk of his butt.  As he walked, he could feel how his buttcheeks bounced, wobbled, and shifted from side to side and how the mountains of soft flab which padded his massive glutes jiggled and quivered. When he jogged, he could really feel the movement—but most times it didn’t really bother him that much.  Nick had always had a big rear end, so he never knew what guys with average sized butts felt when they walked.

Being “big back there”, as Nick’s doting mom described his build, had always been a fact of life for Nick.  His parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles all approved of the extra baby fat which he carried as a toddler. They all had “old-country” values and a fat kid was a healthy kid. As a student in elementary school, fat little Nicky came to dread  when the teacher called the roll. It never failed; the teacher would call out “Nicholas”, he’d answer “here” and some smart mouth in the back of the room would call out “Nick-all-ASS” to the snickers of some of the kids. A few fights put a stop to that, but Nicky gave up trying to stop even his friends from calling him “Lardass” and “Balloon Butt”.   Above his waistline and below his knees and seen from the front, Nicky was  merely husky, but his big backside, lovehandles and thighs were already greatly out of proportion to the rest of his body. His relatives didn’t think anything about Nick’s unusual shape—they recalled various granduncles and other male relatives back in the “old country” who were built like Nicky. He had a big appetite, he liked to eat, he was healthy and stocky. So what was the problem?

Nicky’s older brother Joey—he was older than Nicky by six years— didn’t help matters when he constantly referred to Nicky as “Bucket Butt”.  Nicky got his revenge by calling Joey, a stocky kid who carried a lot of weight in his gut, “Santa Belly”. Nicky and Joey’s mom was dismayed by this constant teasing, but basically her sons Joey and Nicky got along well with each other and did well in school and sports.

Nicky always wanted to play Pop Warner football, but his heavy build and the extra baby fat he was carrying meant that he could never make the weight requirements. So, he concentrated on Little League baseball where there was no weight limit. His dad and uncles and older brother Joey were all New York Yankees fans and Nicky automatically became one too. He amassed a collection of Yankee baseball cards and avidly followed Yankees games on TV and radio. It was always a special treat when his dad took him and his brother all the way to the Bronx to watch a home game at Yankee Stadium. Nicky was so impressed with the aura of the Stadium and all the great players his dad told him about—Babe Ruth, Lou Gehrig, Mickey Mantle, Yogi Berra, and many more.

Given Nicky’s build, from the first day he went out for Little League   he was assigned to the position of catcher. He loved playing and quickly developed the skills he needed to cover home plate, “read the field” and signal to the pitcher. He also quickly learned to try to ignore all the trash talk from kids on the opposing teams. Sometimes it even came from coaches or parents of the other teams: “Hey, kid, if your coach told you to haul ass you’d have to make three trips! Ha ha!” Nicky tried hard to not let the cracks bother him and to concentrate on the game, no matter how bad the taunting.

By the time he reached high school, Nick had outgrown his “baby fat” as well as the name “Nicky” and chubby Nicky had grown into chunky Nick. He took up weight lifting to help him in baseball. Nick quickly developed broad shoulders, strong biceps and triceps, and a “deep” chest with powerful pecs, and he became known for his abilities as a power hitter. At the same time his weight lifting developed his upper body, so did his glutes, flanks, and thighs grow, too. No matter how much he worked out, his lovehandles and the jiggly lard which padded his flanks and lower back and merged into his oversized buttocks (the only portion of his “baby fat: still remaining) didn’t disappear. Nick didn’t have much flab on his gut—just a thin flat layer of padding on his abs, but “back there” was different. Squats and leg presses caused his quads and calves as well as his glutes to grow bigger and more powerful and only added to how big he was “in the back”.

Nick got used to the “jokes” from his friends, classmates and team mates. His nickname on the high school baseball team was “The Big Caboose”, which Nick didn’t mind because he thought it sounded like pitcher Randy Johnson’s nickname “The Big Unit”. He also got used to the first day of baseball practice. Every year, he’d show up, and if the coach didn’t know him, Nick just knew that the coach would end up staring at him in amazement as soon as Nick turned around or the coach caught a side view of him. Baseball uniforms were the same thing as his regular clothes—he’d get the largest size pants he could find and his mom would take in the waist, so there was enough room in the seat and legs for his oversized rear end and huge thighs.

Every time Nick came to bat and got a hit, he’d run the bases (well, jog as fast he could, given the size of the load he was carrying “back there”) and guarantee some jerk in the stands would call out “shake that lardass, fat boy”. Nick put up with all that crap. The only time he got into a fight was once when he bunted, got to first base, and the opposing team’s first baseman trash-talked to him: “hey dude, your ass is so big and femme you should be playing girls softball. Your ass is bigger than J-Lo, and you’re cute, too!” Nick got kicked out of the game when he slugged the guy. Teenage Nick always got turned on by girls with big tits and big asses, but deep down inside, whenever he saw a girl with a big butt, he wondered why his rear end was so big and whether or not his ass was bigger than the booty of the girl  who was causing his dick to stir. His brother Joe had a big belly, but at least that was masculine. Why did Nick have to be the brother with the huge ass?

Nick got accepted to a small college in the Northeast not that far from where he had grown up in northern New Jersey. The college had a good baseball team and Nick looked forward to continuing his career as a catcher. In the back of his mind, he dreamed that a scout for the New York Yankees would hear what a good catcher and hitter he was and offer him a contract.

Off he went to live on campus. He was excited to be on his own and looked forward to the adventures which awaited him.

His first day in the dorm, Nick met with the usual greetings, and then the stares and stunned looks when his new dorm mates’ glances went from his face to his chunky torso and then his enormous backside. Nick was used to that, though he didn’t really realize how much of a show his big distended buttcheeks put on—with every step he took, one buttock would rise like an elevator, wobbling all the while, then it would crash down almost with a thud as the process continued with his other buttcheek as he took another step. From the front, Nick looked like any other stocky, deep-chested, “thick-waisted”, heavy-hipped guy “built like a fireplug”—from the side and the back, the show he involuntarily put on with every step he took amazed everyone.

Nick adjusted pretty well to being away from home. The other students in college were friendly and his classes were interesting and actually easier than he expected.  He decided to major in Accounting, as his older brother Joey had.

Nick soon got used to trying to shoehorn his big backside into the seats in the lecture halls, and if that was impossible,  he always looked for seats without armrests which allowed his butt and thighs to spread out fully when he sat down to concentrate on the lecture. The food in the college cafeteria and snack bars was great, and chunky Nick—whose mom was always proud of his “healthy appetite”—loved that his meal plan meant he could eat all he wanted. He was conscious though that he couldn’t stuff himself without limit. In the back of his mind, his dreams of having a shot at playing for the Yankees meant that he had to do well on the college baseball team. So, Nick needed to be in good shape.

In September of his freshman year, Nick saw an announcement posted around campus that a meeting was to be held the next day in the gym for all prospective baseball players. Nick showed up the next day wearing a t-shirt, size 2XLT—which was snug across his bulging muscular pecs and wide obliques and long enough to cling to his ballooning buttcheeks, and  a pair of 4XL sweatshorts from his senior year in high school. As usual, Nick’s mom had altered the 4XL sweatshorts to 2XL size around the waist but Nick noticed they were even snugger than they had been in the spring around his rear end and thighs. Because the shorts were originally so big, they came down below Nick’s knees—but that didn’t bother him because the baggy, oversize look was “in”.

There was a pretty large group of freshmen at the gym for the baseball meeting. A line formed at the old fashioned balance scale where the coach and one of the assistant coaches were weighing and measuring the prospective players. After standing in line for a while, Nick reached the scale. He gave his name to the coach, who was writing everything down on his clipboard. He stepped up on the scale and his height was measured at 5’7”—same as his senior year in high school. The balance scale showed his weight to be 270. The head coach wrote down the number, then said, “Nick, right? You’re a husky guy but you sure don’t look as big as 270.”

Nick involuntarily flexed his big pecs to show off his muscular build to the coach as he replied, stepping off the scale and turning to leave the line, “Yeah, Coach, I know I may have to drop a few but I’m going to work at it. I’m lifting more often now.”

His attention drawn to the side and then back view of Nick’s “thick waist” and massive buttocks, which wobbled, bounced and shifted as he stepped off the scale, Coach replied in surprise, “Jeezus, Nick, I can see where you’re carrying all the weight.”  The assistant coach, who was standing next to the coach and stood staring at Nick with his mouth wide open, added, “Woah, Nick, you said you lift weights, right? You must squat oxen!”

At that point, both coaches shut up in embarrassment and in the silence, Nick heard snickers from some of the other guys still in line. “Well, Coach”, he said matter-of-factly, “I’ve always been big back there. My high school coach always told me that the best catchers have the biggest backsides.”

Coach, at this point wishing he hadn’t opened his mouth in the first place—who knew, maybe this kid would turn out to be a good player even though he had to be carrying a good 80 extra pounds on his huge distended rear end—said, “Well, Nick, I hope to see you at practice. We need good catchers.”

Showering at the athletic locker room or in his dorm lavatory was pretty much the same as high school for Nick—a bunch of buck-naked guys goofing around as well as getting clean. Nick had always gotten a lot of swats with wet towels on his huge jutting jiggly butt in the locker room shower and in return he swatted back with his towel. Just “guy stuff”.

Nick soon came to realize, though, that some guys in college were a lot more open expressing their feelings than high school guys were. In high school, he received some football-player style pats on his huge buttocks —so what? In college, though, there were guys who were open about staring at him and checking him out—well, mostly checking out the size, shape, and movement of his enormous butt balloons. Nick had to admit he did the same in return as he looked for guys whose rear ends were as massive as his. Not that he became a connoisseur of male buttocks, but he couldn’t help but notice all the differences in butt shape and size among the guys. Some guys were totally flat—no butt at all. (Nick thought they looked deformed and pitied them). Some of Nick’s team mates on the baseball team had round muscular bubblebutts. Nick kind of envied them. They seemed to be in proportion—big pecs balanced by a big butt. In the back of his mind, Nick, self-confident as he seemed to others, regretted that his big muscular pecs were more than outbalanced by the size of his massive lard-padded glutes.

Nick noticed a few guys around campus who were positively pear-shaped. These were obese guys with hips much wider than their shoulders, huge lovehandles, thighs so big that fat hung off them in rolls, and enormous fat lumpy buttcheeks covered with dimply cellulite. Nick never said anything to these guys—he’d had to take teasing all his life and so he wouldn’t dream of mocking somebody else—and he felt kind of a kinship with them and actually made a special effort to be friendly to them.

There was only one time when Nick got super pissed off at one of his dorm mates. Nick and a bunch of other guys had gone to a fast food place after a basketball game on campus. As usual, he was wearing his oversized shorts and an extra long polo shirt. Some of the guys had already picked up their wrapped whoppers and fries while Nick and some others were still waiting to place their orders. Suddenly, all the guys were quiet and Nick felt something, some pressure, on the top of his buttocks where they stuck out the farthest. The silence tuned to snickers. Nick was concentrating on what to order while this was going on, but after about 30 seconds the snickering turned to laughter and drew Nick’s attention. Nick spun around and noticed that three wrapped whoppers had fallen to the floor.

“What the h…?” Nick yelled out angrily.

The guy who lived in the dorm room next to him replied, laughing, “Hey buddy, I almost won the bet! I bet I could put at least two whoppers on top of that ass shelf you got going there and they would sit there until I ate them! Shit, man, I put three back there—and if you hadn’t turned around, I could’ve put a couple more! Your butt is so huge I bet it has its own zip code!” There was more laughter in the background.

Nick felt himself getting angrier and angrier as the guy talked and the laughter continued. Finally, his eyes flashing, he snarled, “Look, if you EVER do something like that again, or if you or anybody else even touches me back there again, it’ll be the last thing you EVER do.”

The other guy only mumbled “hey, sorry, dude”, wisely figuring the less said the better.

All the other guys fell silent. No one said anything. Everyone got their orders and they went and sat together. Nick broke the ice by starting to talk about the game. He was calm and cool, so the other guys started talking normally. They all figured Nick had forgotten about the “joke”. Nick hadn’t, though. He just added the incident to the long list of taunts, “jokes” and mockery he had received since he was old enough to realize what was happening.

At the start of his sophomore year, Nick met his new room mate. Josh was a sophomore too and seemed cool enough. He wasn’t an athlete—in fact, he was one of those pear-shaped guys with an enormously wide flabby rear end, huge lumpy thighs, with big fat sagging man breasts and a jiggly belly apron to go with his giant ass–and was majoring in music. Josh’s red hair and blue eyes showed his Irish-American ancestry. He was taller than Nick by a couple of inches.

Nick and Josh hit it off OK from the first.  Nick, Josh and the guys from their floor of the dorm usually ate breakfast and dinner together at the cafeteria. Nick soon came to see why Josh was so big—he could EAT, not only huge meals, three or four servings at the cafeteria, but the rest of the time too. Josh kept their room well stocked with chips, snack cakes, and candy bars and ordered pizza every night. Nick, of course, was always invited by Josh to dig in. Whenever Nick offered to help pay for the pizza, Josh always replied that his father was “rolling in dough” and so he had an unlimited allowance.   Nice guy Nick always accepted Josh’s generosity.

The middle of November came and Nick ran into the baseball coach one day at the gym. Coach greeted Nick with the words, “Good to see you here, Nick. You had a great season last spring as a freshman. You got a couple of months from now to get back into shape before practice starts and you know how the holidays are.”

“Get back into shape?” asked Nick. He didn’t think he was out of shape.

“Hey, Nick, come on, you look like you’ve really put on some weight…”

Nick interrupted, “Well, Coach, you know I’ve always been big back there…”

This time the coach did the interrupting. “No, Nick, I’m not talking about your rear end. You’re getting a gut on you, Nick. You’re one step away from having a pot belly. It’s time to cut back on the beer and pizza, Nick, before you eat yourself off the team. I got to tell you, you’re bottom heavy but that’s OK on a catcher….within limits. You’re just about at the limit of how big you can be back there and be competitive.  But if you keep on building up that belly and adding more tonnage onto your butt, you’re in danger of losing whatever agility and speed you have.  So, take my advice—cut back on the groceries!”

“OK, Coach, thanks for telling me,” said Nick quietly. He was shocked. He had noticed over the past few months or so that his clothes had become tighter but that was a fact of life in the dorm, where the guys did their own laundry and washed everything in hot water and always set the dryer on “high”. Could he be getting fat?

It was late afternoon by the time Nick got back to his dorm room. There was a note from Josh on the mirror: “Taking a shower, be back soon. Got some brownies, they’re in the mini-fridge. Half are for you, buddy!” Nick read that and smiled—there went generous Josh with the snacks again! His stomach rumbled with hunger. A few brownies wouldn’t hurt his appetite for dinner, but then he thought about what the coach told him.

He stripped off his t-shirt and took off his specially altered cargo pants—-which would have been enormously baggy on anyone else but were tightly stretched across his ass—and stood in front of the mirror in his made-to-order boxers. He put his right hand under his left pec and shook it—it jiggled and quivered with the new fat which had accumulated on his chest over the past few months. Same thing with his gut—it was doughier and softer. Nick turned to the side and moved forward a little so he could see the side view of his entire ballooning ass. It was hard to tell if it was bigger—it was so huge anyway—but Nick jogged in place a few steps and noticed that his asscheeks had even more of a wobble and bounce than usual.  When he stopped jogging, the soft new fat covering his giant butt globes seemed to keep on jiggling and quivering for ages. Shit! Coach was right. Nick grimaced.

Nick sadly put all thoughts of the brownies out of his mind and considered that he’d have to start cutting back at mealtime, too.  Shit again! He’d probably have to get by on one helping at meals, rather than the three he had become used to from eating with Josh. Oh well, baseball was worth it and  Coach had warned him.

At that point, the door opened and Josh waddled into the room. He took off his oversize bathrobe and threw it on his bed. Every part of his overfed naked body jiggled, quivered, and swayed with each step he took. “Hey, why so unhappy, buddy?” he asked Nick.

“The baseball coach told me I have to go on a diet or else I might not make the team”, Nick replied glumly. At this point Nick tugged off his tight boxers. “I’m going to go take a shower before dinner.”

Josh  waddled closer to Nick who was still standing in front of the mirror. “Gee, Nick, the coach is wrong. You look great the way you are. In fact…”

Nick interrupted, “No buddy, Coach is the boss and he’s right. Look at this belly I’m getting. Too many snacks, I guess…”

By this point, Josh was standing right behind Nick and within a few seconds Nick could feel Josh’s breath on his neck and Josh’s belly apron pushing into the thick layer of flab on his lower back and the top of his distended asscheeks. Josh said softly, “Nick, I’ve never told you this until now, but you’re so fucking hot, and you’re getting hotter every day.” With this, Josh reached forward with both of his fat arms around Nick’s big lovehandles and tried to pull Nick backward so that his ass would grind into Josh’s crotch while Josh grabbed his dick. Nick could feel Josh’s huge saggy breasts pushing into his shoulders and Josh’s erection trying to push into his deep buttcrack.

Nick reacted in a rush. His muscular arms broke the grip Josh had around his lovehandles and he whirled around, stepping back from Josh. “Hey, Josh, hold on, man, I’m not ready for this…” Nick was searching for the right words. Stunned as he was at what just had happened, he still didn’t want to hurt Josh’s feelings.

Josh interrupted. “Nick, can’t you see how much I love you? And I know you must love me too….. “

Nick stood there trying to figure out what was happening. His own dick was semi-erect, but he knew he just wanted to be friends with Josh—nothing sexual, nothing serious.  But what to do?

Josh continued breathlessly, “Nick, come on! I love you and I know you love me too. I mean, you’re always so nice to me, friendly like nobody has ever been before to me. And we’re so alike. The first time I saw how you’re built I knew we have so much in common. We’re both big guys who like our food and I bet you get turned on by being big and eating a lot just like I do. I know how hard it is to be a guy with a big fat ass.. Most guys would think it’s weird to think like I do, but I just know you’re like me. That’s why you’ve been eating so much since we became room mates. You want to be bigger, like me. From the first time I saw that huge beautiful sexy ass of yours, I’ve dreamed about you becoming as big as me and that you’d fall in love with me. Your buttcrack is so fucking deep and your asscheeks are just so huge and full and they just merge perfectly into your sexy lovehandles…”

Nick noticed that Josh’s erection was starting to throb. It was thrusting past his flabby belly apron so that the jelly-like fat of his apron was quivering.

All kinds of thoughts were going through Nick’s mind. He knew that Josh would do anything he wanted.  Nick had never had sex with a guy before, but  he had daydreamed once or twice about what it would be like to have sex with another guy. But then he thought about what Josh told him about eating more and getting bigger. Nick knew he didn’t want that. Until Coach talked with him that morning, he hadn’t noticed the weight he had put on over the past three months while being Josh’s room mate. Nobody had paid attention to his newly-flabby gut and chest anyway—all the focus was always on his big protruding oversized rump—but Nick quickly decided that baseball right now had priority, and he HAD to lose weight. But how to tell Josh there wasn’t going to be a relationship and that Nick really didn’t have any romantic feelings for him? Nice guy Nick, who had been taunted and teased so much over the years, didn’t want to hurt Josh’s feelings.

Nick hit upon what to say. “Josh,” Nick said quietly, “I’ve always thought of you as a brother, just like my older brother Joey. There’s nothing romantic about it. Yeah, we have some things in common, but you’re like a brother to me. That’s all. I’m sorry.”

Josh turned away from Nick and started to cry. Nick felt bad for him but didn’t want to comfort him for fear of giving him the message that he really DID care.

Nick showered and got dressed to go down to the cafeteria to dinner. He asked Josh to come with him but Josh refused. After an unusually light dinner for Nick—one portion of the main dish, a large salad and a piece of fruit for dessert—he returned to his room. Josh was gobbling up a supersize stuffed crust meat lovers pizza he had had delivered while Nick was eating downstairs. He barely looked up when Nick entered.

“Nick, you want some?” Josh almost pleaded. His mouth was full of pizza.

“No, sorry, man,” quietly replied Nick.

The rest of the evening passed quietly. Nick studied and refused Josh’s  frequent offers of a snack—candy, chips, cookies.

The next day, Nick got up early to head to the gym. Josh was still sleeping. Nick stepped up on the scale and checked his weight. He was surprised when he saw that the bar balanced at 283 pounds. Woah—he didn’t think he had put on THAT much weight since school had started.   He grabbed a roll of the soft doughy gut which had formed without him realizing it and frowned. After working out, he showered and had a light breakfast then went to class. After a light lunch—one sandwich, a glass of skim milk, a salad without dressing, and an apple— Nick went to his afternoon classes and then went for a jog.

When he got back to his dorm room, it was quiet. He noticed a note addressed to him on his desk. It was from Josh and said that Josh thought it would be better if he moved to a different room. It ended with “I hope we still can be friends”. Nick was sorry for Josh, but he wasn’t going to change his mind. He noticed that Josh had left a big jar of cookies on the desk when he removed the rest of his belongings.  The cookies looked SO tempting, but Nick was resolute. He resisted temptation and went down to dinner. He had to drop the weight and that was that.

By the time baseball season started, Nick had dieted and exercised down to 270. Coach was pleased  and Nick was happy.

Nick didn’t see much of Josh. Whenever they accidentally ran into each other, it seemed like Josh was trying to avoid him. Nick was kind of concerned, but he felt he had tried to be nice to Josh, hadn’t led him on or anything, so he had nothing to feel bad about.

The end of May meant the end of Nick’s second college baseball season. He had a good season, starting in most of the games and leading his team in home runs and runs batted in. Nick had decided to take summer classes at his college and so didn’t go home to New Jersey. He rented a small studio apartment close to campus.

Nick and some of his buddies were out clubbing one night when he met a girl who he had seen around campus, but didn’t really know. She came up to him at the club and started talking. Her name was Tiffany and Nick could tell she’d had a lot to drink. She was pretty attractive—long natural blonde hair and built well, not a skinny twig like many of the girls Nick had met at clubs—and Nick decided to get to know her better.  After a few minutes of chat, Tiffany reached behind Nick, grabbed one of his huge buttcheeks, and asked, “Is that all really you?” Nick laughed and replied, “Yeah, who else would it be?” and reached over and patted her sexy booty, saying “Is this really you?” Tiffany smiled at Nick and said, “Let’s get together someplace private and see what’s real and what isn’t.”

By this point, she was slurring her words. One of her female friends came over to her, smiled at Nick, and said, “Come on, Tiff, time to go home.”

Nick thought Tiffany was hot and he saw some potential for a fling, but he had some standards. Getting it on with a drunk chick wasn’t something he found appealing. So he added, “Yeah, Tiffany, time for me to go home too. Let’s talk tomorrow” Tiff’s friend smiled at Nick and mouthed the word “Thanks” to him. So, he and Tiffany exchanged cellphone numbers before leaving separately.

The next afternoon, Tiffany called Nick. She seemed not to remember much about what had happened the night before, saying, “I have your number and I remember how amazing you look and how sweet you were. How about if you come over to my place for dinner with me and my apartment mates tonight?”

Nick agreed. After a large meal of lasagna Tiffany’s room mates all went to the movies, leaving Tiffany and Nick alone. One thing led to another and Nick and Tiffany were in her bedroom. Clothes soon came off and Tiffany and Nick soon realized all they had seen the night before was real. The next morning, Tiffany cooked Nick a big breakfast and he was sitting at the kitchen table eating when Tiffany’s apartment mates came out of their bedrooms. They didn’t seem surprised to see a man there and greeted Nick like he was an old friend.

By the time the summer ended, Nick had indeed become an old friend to all three of Tiffany’s apartment mates. He usually spent a couple of nights of the week at Tiffany’s place and the other five nights she was at his small studio apartment.

There was a lot for Nick to love about Tiffany. She had a hot set of boobs, wide full hips and booty, and a small sexy belly. Nick was really attracted to her long blonde hair.   Nick had to admit, too, that Tiffany was a great cook, something she demonstrated for him on weekends in between their hot lovemaking sessions.

August arrived and Nick was seriously thinking about going the next step and asking Tiffany to live with him the next school year. Life with Tiffany had taken on a routine. They spent 98% of their free time together and Nick’s planned visits to the nearby college gym had stopped weeks before. (At the end of baseball season, Nick decided he was going to work out regularly so he’d be in shape for the next year’s season without having to go through the hell of a crash diet and exercise program like he had to do after being Josh’s room mate for three fattening months.)  After Nick and Tiffany got home from classes and their drudge summer jobs, Tiff would bring out the huge prepared meal she had purchased at the market, always some kind of “comfort food”, like pot roast and mashed potatoes, mac and cheese, or fried chicken with potatoes au gratin. Then followed a nice dessert which Nick would pick up on his way home. Nick knew that Tiff loved cheesecake. After dinner, a little television, a bedtime snack for Nick (usually the remains on the cheesecake left after Tiff had her small slice and Nick had a nice healthy slab), and off to the bedroom. Up the next morning   for a nice homemade breakfast.

Nick loved the way Tiffany fussed over him and sex with her was great.

Nick also had to admit that Tiffany had her quirks. There were some things she suggested that Nick do that weren’t exactly kinky, just…”different”. For example, once a week, she insisted on taking his measurements—chest, gut, hips, and thighs—with a tape measure. He’d stand there in the nude while she got out the tape measure. The first time she suggested this, Nick thought Tiff was going to measure his dick and he was a little nervous. He didn’t think he was particularly big there—-just big enough to get the job done—and besides, the first inch of his shaft was buried in the layer of soft flab that had always padded his pubic area. Nick was a little taken aback when Tiff didn’t even measure his dick, concentrating on the other measurements instead, always ending up with his hips. Oh well, after she finished, she was so fired up she always went straight to giving him whatever he wanted. The other thing she got off on having him do was walk around his studio apartment after dinner completely naked. She never said why she liked this—Nick assumed she liked seeing his dick dangle and sway from side to side as he walked—and the result was always hot sex so Nick didn’t mind.

One night toward the end of August, Tiff called Nick at work and told him she’d be delayed at her job. Nick offered to cook dinner—his mom’s recipe for spaghetti with butter and cheese, real simple to prepare but something Nick loved. He stopped at an Italian bakery and bought pastries for dessert. After he got home to his  studio apartment, Nick had some time on his hands—he didn’t want to put the spaghetti on to boil until Tiff got home—and he went on the computer to kill some time.

Nick soon realized that Tiff had been on the computer after he left for work that morning and had forgotten to log off. He was curious—no particular reason why—but he decided to read Tiff’s email. He knew he shouldn’t, but…. He was seriously thinking about asking Tiff to marry him, and no harm checking out her email, right? After all, he hadn’t known her that long. It didn’t take him long to figure out Tiff’s password.

Much to Nick’s relief, he didn’t find any emails between Tiff and a secret boyfriend. He did find some between Tiff and her best friend back in her hometown. Tiff had mentioned this girl to Nick as being her “closest friend from the time they were little kids”. Nick’s curiosity was aroused when he noticed that one exchange of emails was titled “My Nicky”. Hmmmm…..

Nick soon discovered that Tiff had written her friend to tell her that she had posted some videos on Youtube. She put the link in the email and of course Nick clicked on the link when he read, “Look at these and you’ll see why I think he’s so hot!”

As Nick clicked on the link, he hoped that Tiff hadn’t posted any embarrassing videos of him and hadn’t mentioned his full name.  He knew she often had her cellphone out at the apartment but he hadn’t dreamed she was taking pictures or making videos. He didn’t even know if her cellphone had those features. Oh well. He prepared to view some videos of his handsome face—he smiled to himself—or maybe his chest—he was proud of his full pecs—or maybe his package—hmmmm—but Youtube wouldn’t allow pics of his dick to be posted, would they?

Instead, Nick was stunned. There were five videos posted by Tiffany under the name of “NickyLover”, and the videos were of his….ass! From May to a couple of days ago, from the back, from the side, in his boxers, in pants, and naked, the videos showed Nick’s huge protruding buttocks in all their wobbling, shaking, jiggling, quivering immensity. The latest video, posted a couple of days ago, was labeled “see how big my Nicky’s getting compared to May. Every calorie my hot honey eats goes str8 to his best feature. Doncha think he’s HOT?”

Nick sat there and replayed the videos. He was fascinated by what he saw. He knew he was big back there, but these videos were the first time in his life he had ever seen his massive asscheeks in motion from someone else’s perspective. “Damn, I’m HUGE” was the thought that kept on repeating in Nick’s mind as he observed how his massive rear end dominated the screen. His cheeks were massively full and wide and rounded out like two huge oval weather balloons and never stopped jiggling and quivering.  In the middle of his lower back was a deep horizontal dimple that marked the separation between each big buttock. The upper outward side of each cheek merged seamlessly into the thick, wide lovehandles which padded each of his flanks. Nick stared amazed at what he saw on the computer screen. For the first time, Nick realized exactly why he had always attracted so much attention. He always knew he was “big back there”—now he realized how unbelievably HUGE he was.

Nick heard the door open and quickly shut down the computer. He didn’t know exactly what to think, so he thought he’d play it cool and see what would happen.

After greeting Tiffany, Nick started to prepare dinner.  As the spaghetti was draining, he was at the work counter grating the parmesan cheese when Tiffany came up in back of him. She got behind him and put her hands on his giant asscheeks and caressed them through the sweatshorts he was wearing while she nuzzled his neck. Nick suddenly realized that Tiff always caressed his buttcheeks a lot, more than she caressed any other part of his body.  

After the spaghetti was ready to eat, Tiff and Nick sat at the table. Nick noticed how Tiff kept on glancing down at his hips and thighs as he perched on the kitchen chair. She was obviously focusing a lot more on how his buttocks, hips, and thighs filled his shorts almost to bursting as he sat and how he overflowed the chair seat. After Nick ate a large portion of butter and cheese drenched pasta and Tiff barely touched hers, she encouraged him to eat another huge portion “just to finish it off Nick, you know we don’t have room in the refrigerator for leftovers.”

“Yeah, right, Tiff”, Nick thought. Same thing with the pastries—Tiff had one, Nick had five and Tiff said that Nick should eat the rest before they went to bed and gave him a big wink.  Nick smiled to himself and thought that at least he was going to get lucky that night even while he was finding out what Tiff was really up to with those videos.

By the time Nick and Tiff were ready to head to the bedroom later in the evening, Nick had effortlessly eaten the rest of the pastries. Tiffany excused herself to use the bathroom, then reappeared just wearing her panties, her full boobs swaying as she walked into the bedroom. Nick was ready for action, but Tiffany sexily told him to take of his undershorts and walk back and forth for her, “you’re so sexy babe!” Nick kept his eyes open for Tiff’s cellphone, but she didn’t bring it out. “No videos being made tonight”, he thought.

In the bedroom, Nick didn’t give himself totally over to lovemaking as he usually did. He kept conscious of everything Tiff was doing, how she responded to his caresses of her breasts and belly and butt and then his fingering of her vagina with increased caresses of his ass and lovehandles. When he finally mounted her and started pumping, she moaned with pleasure, but was it from the intercourse or from the fact she kept her both hands on the sides of his giant buttcheeks the whole time, as if to feel them shaking and jiggling with each thrust? After they were finished, he fell asleep increasingly unhappy.

Next morning was the moment of truth. Nick was naked in the bathroom, shaving. The door opened and Tiff came in. As usual, her hands went to his backside. One hand on each massive fat over muscle cheek, she caressed the mammoth mounds in a circular motion.

“And how’s my honey this morning?”

“OK”. Nick kept his answer short.

“And what do you want for breakfast today, lover? I was thinking of some nice eggo waffles with butter and syrup. I think we’ve got about a dozen or so, and I can heat up some sausage. Think that’ll get you off to a good start?” Her hands now alternated, hefting each huge buttcheek up and then letting them drop, wildly shaking and jiggling.

In spite of himself—he was almost ready to say something to Tiff—Nick felt his dick start to stiffen up. If he hadn’t already decided he needed to seriously talk to Tiff, this moment would have been so hot frickin’ for him as well as her.

He abruptly turned and faced Tiff. “Actually Tiff, I want just a couple of pieces of toast and some coffee. I was thinking, I’ve been putting on weight this summer and I need to get it off. I need to start jogging again now so when baseball season starts in five months I won’t have to crash diet like I did last fall.” While saying this, he grabbed a handful of his new bellyflab and jiggled it.

Tiff looked upset. “B…B…But Nick….You look great the way you are now! I mean, what’s the big deal with baseball, anyway? Look, you’re starting your junior year, you’ve played baseball a long time. Don’t you think it’s time to just relax and do things you like? Like eat…and…and…well, like meeting my needs. You’re so hot and getting hotter with each passing day.” At this point, Tiff grabbed Nick’s huge asscheeks with both her hands. “I just love the way you look… you drive me nuts you’re so hot.” Tiff was squeezing, caressing, prodding and massaging each buttcheek.

Nick’s enormous butt balloons responded by quivering and shaking wildly with each of Tiff’s touches. Despite himself, Nick’s dick was starting to throb. But, he had had enough. The images from those videos on Youtube flashed through his mind.

“Look, Tiff, I saw those videos you posted on Youtube!”

Tiff’s hands dropped to her sides. She didn’t say anything.

“Don’t you have anything to say?” The words started to pour out of Nick.  He was struggling to keep calm but his anger showed as he spat out the words, “Look, Tiff, what’s with you, anyway? I think to you I’m just a pair of big asscheeks with a guy attached. Do you love me for me or do you love me because of my big behind? I think all you want to do is fatten me up so you can get off on my big ass….”

Tiff was quiet and looked down at the floor. To Nick, it seemed like she was ready to cry. The “nice guy” side of Nick started to take over and he spoke more calmly. “Tiff, I don’t want to hurt you, but I want to be more to you than just a guy who has a big butt that turns you on. You know baseball’s important to me, and you should respect me enough to go along with my plans.”

Tiff raised her head and looked Nick in the eyes. “But Nick, when I watch baseball I see plenty of players with nice round butts, so what’s the big deal with me wanting your sexy butt to get bigger? C’mon, lover, you know you like to eat and if seeing you fill out makes me happy, what’s the problem?” She reached out and started to massage one of Nick’s buttcheeks again. More quivering and jiggling and Tiff began to breathe harder. “And those vids….I just made those so that I could admire you on video when you’re not here in person.”

“And so you posted them on Youtube? And, Tiff, the videos just show my butt! I’m not some kind of freak show!” Nick’s efforts to be a nice guy weren’t getting anywhere and so his voice got a little louder. “Look, Tiff, my lease on this place is up for renewal in a few days and I just decided I’m  going to move back to the dorm. We need to call it quits. It’s not going to work out. Move back with your roommates. It’s just not gonna work out for us.”

Tiff pleaded but Nick stood his ground. Those videos of his big ballooning ass kept replaying through his mind. Finally Tiff, crying, went to the bedroom. By the end of the day, she had packed her things and left without a further word to Nick. Within a few days, the college dorm had reopened and Nick had moved back in.

A couple of days later, Nick struggled to find a pair of workout shorts that fit.  The shorts he wore last year—3XL, taken in at the waist to fit his XL waist, were too tight to be pulled up over his thighs, hips, and rear. In the back of the drawer, he managed to dig out  a pair of workout shorts that were so baggy last spring he hadn’t worn them—to him, they were like “clown shorts”, so baggy he thought they made his jumbo ass look even huger than it actually was. Now, as he tugged them up he saw they were so tight they fit him like spandex. Just as bad, from Nick’s point of view, a soft doughy mound of flab curved out from beneath his pecs and bulged over his waistband. Mentally, he cursed Tiff for her manipulation of him and cursed himself for not realizing what she was doing.

He went to the gym on campus and stepped on the scale. He closed his eyes, hoping and praying that his summer with Tiff hadn’t caused too much damage to his fitness routine. He opened his eyes and hopefully fiddled with the balance bar. Oh shit! 295 pounds! 25 pounds over his playing weight at the end of last season.

By the time baseball practice started after the Christmas holidays, Nick had managed to diet down to 275. The extra five pounds he was carrying compared to the previous year had, of course, settled onto his backside.  The whole diet was a struggle, and no matter what he tried, the five pounds just wouldn’t come off. He was smart enough not to do anything extreme and ruefully decided that extra weight “back there” was a parting gift from Tiff. The same thing with those videps she posted on youtube. They remained posted and Nick decided there was nothing he could do. At least she hadn’t mentioned his last name or the college he was attending and nobody he knew said anything to him about them.

Because of his diet, he still managed to squeeze his enormous backside into the clothes which fit him before his summer with Tiff, but now his ass fully packed the seat of every pair of pants, shorts, and  sweats which already been altered to accommodate his distended outsized rump. Nick got out the needle and thread and triple sewed the rear seams of everything from crotch to the back waistband to try to minimize the possibility of his ass blowing out the seam when he sat or bent down.  His baseball uniform pants were something else—no way could he play his position of catcher with his ass threatening every day to explode through the thinly stretched cloth which strained to contain his backside, so he had to search and find a couple of pairs of 4XL baseball uniform pants which he took to a seamstress near campus who took in the waist for him.

The baseball season went fine for Nick and his team and the coach seemed happy.  Nick saw a lot of playing time and his numbers were good. The end of the college semester soon came and this year Nick went home for the summer.

Nick spent the summer living with his parents and working at a nearby Starbuck’s as a barista. He was pleased that he was able to resist snacking on the tempting pastries and goodies and fattening latte drinks at Starbuck’s—not to mention his mom’s home cooking. He only put on a pound during his summer home—normal growth, he figured. The job was the usual for Nick. He had to get a couple of pair of pants to wear to work, which meant the same old routine of alterations. On the job, his co-workers, mostly all college kids his age, were friendly with him and no one commented on his looks.

As usual, Nick noticed people glancing at him and staring, then averting their eyes when they realized Nick knew what they were doing. Well, Nick had been used to that his entire life. Working behind the counter was a little awkward given the space Nick took up—how far he stuck out in the back.  His co-workers took to saying “coming behind you” to Nick after the day when he accidentally backed up and pinned another employee into the latte machine with his distended protruding buttocks. She was nice about and accepted Nick’s embarrassed apologies.

Fall semester started and for the first time since he was a freshman Nick didn’t face a fall of dieting. He was all psyched up for a good baseball season and maybe even an offer to play in the pros after he graduated. So, he resisted the temptation to eat big and jogged everyday. 276 pound Nick hated jogging—he had  so much  weight “back there” to haul around that it was uncomfortable and the jogging made his ass bounce, shake and wobble so violently  that it was like an earthquake, 8.5  on the Richter scale.  At the end of each jog, Nick was very sore   in his butt, flanks, upper thighs, and around his lovehandles from all the movement, but—being ready for baseball meant he HAD to jog every day.

Nick hoped the jogging would trim down his massive buttcheeks  a little, but of course it didn’t happen. Every time he sat down, he could see how his bulky ass, hips, and upper thighs filled his jeans, pants or shorts to the bursting point. A  couple of thigh seam failures when he sat made him get out the needle and thread and triple stitch the thigh seams of his already-altered clothes. Well, strengthening seams was a fact of life for him  already, so no big deal.

Nick liked his senior year classes, most of which were in Accounting.   In all his classes, Nick noticed on the first day that he was the center of attention once the students who didn’t already know him caught a glimpse of his backside. For those he knew already, he was just Nick, “you, know, the guy who’s so big back there” or to his baseball team mates or dorm mates, “Nick, the ‘Big Caboose’ with all the junk in his trunk”.

Nick spent the whole first semester and then the holidays getting ready for baseball. This would be his chance to show the scouts from the Yankee organization what he could do. By the end of the school year, he’d be graduating from college. If he was going to have a chance to make it to the pros, he had to be in the best possible shape. So, he watched what he ate and jogged every day, rain, sun, snow, or sleet. Aware of the fact that he oversized rear end had the potential to slow him down, he tried his best to keep his weight under control while at the same time eat enough to keep up his strength.

The end result was that Nick didn’t lose any weight, but as the months went by, he felt like he was in better shape, more energetic somehow. To his disappointment, his butt didn’t shrink any. His glute muscles developed even further and the heavy layer of lard which padded his buttcheeks, his lower back, and lovehandles remained as thick as ever. Well, there were guys in the major leagues who had well developed rear ends, thought Nick wishfully, silently praying that whoever scouted him would overlook how big he was “back there”.

The team had a great season. Nick was one of the main reasons for the team doing so well. His batting average was the best on the team. His well-developed arms and chest made him  the best power hitter on the team. If he hit only a single or had to bunt he usually got called out on first because he just couldn’t run that fast, but when Nick hit a home run, it didn’t matter how slow he ran around the bases! He covered home plate well, and the local newspapers soon were talking about Nick being the best catcher in the league.

One day at the end of April, toward the end of the season, Nick and the other players were called to a special meeting with the coach. He told them that for the next home series, there would be a scout from the Yankees in the stands. That was all Nick needed to hear. He was fired up and determined to do his best. Nick’s team swept the series, which put Nick on top of the world. He just knew he’d get an offer from the Yankees, and his dream would come true. He knew he’d probably have to start out at the Yankees’ single A farm team in Staten Island, but it would be a start. Besides, Staten Island was close to his hometown in North Jersey and so his friends and family could watch him play!

After the last game of the series was finished, Nick and his team mates hit the showers. The usual locker room horseplay went right by Nick this time. He didn’t respond at all to the usual swats to his huge naked butt with wet towels and jokes about earthquakes taking place as Nick’s fat ass bounced, wobbled, jiggled  and vibrated with every step he took. He just stood there, letting the warm water course over his powerful shoulders, pecs, and arms, dreaming of what it would be like to be wearing Yankee pinstripes.

Nick came out of his dream world when he realized he was the only player still in the shower. He turned off the water, stepped out into the locker room, grabbed his towel and dried himself off. Nick tugged on his oversize made-to-order boxer shorts and the new pair of shorts he had just picked up at the tailor shop before the series started. Nick had heard somewhere that the color black made people look thinner, so these new shorts were the darkest black Nick could find. When he tried them on at the tailors, he strained to see if they made his enormous rumpcheeks look any smaller. He couldn’t really tell, but he hoped they did.

As he pulled on his t-shirt, he flexed his triceps, biceps, and pecs. He hoped the scout for the Yankees had noticed how well he could hit the ball. His glance went further down to his abs, still upholstered in a   layer of flab even with all the healthy eating he had been doing. Even though he didn’t want to look at his wide flab-padded lovehandles and flanks, he couldn’t help it. Well, he thought, he had done his best in this series and he said a silent prayer for a chance with the Yankees.

As Nick made his way out of the locker room, he noticed the door to the coach’s office was open a couple of inches. He slowed down, intending on going in to say good night to the coach. Nick stopped as he heard two voices talking.

From what was being said, Nick realized the Coach and the scout for the Yankees were talking. He knew he shouldn’t listen, but he was overcome by the same instinct that made him read Tiffany’s emails a couple of years before.

Nick stood outside the door and listened. The two men talked about old times and  old friends. Then Nick could hear his coach say, “Well, let’s get down to business.  I got some good talent on this team. Is there any info I can give you that will help  you and the Yankee organization make some decisions?”

After talking about four or five guys—pitchers, outfielders, and the first baseman—Nick’s coach said, “What do you think of our starting catcher? Out of all my players, I have to be honest with you, he’s the guy with the most talent to make it in the majors. He’s the best catcher in our league and the most powerful hitter, too. You’ve seen the numbers. He leads our league in home runs and runs batted in.”

The scout replied in his heavy “Noo Yawk” accent. “You mean the fat guy? C’mon, if I offer him a contract, even for single A ball, Steinbrenner will never let me hear the end of it. He’s listed at—what—276? And a hundred of that has to be in his rear end. He’s gonna get a contract and start eating—I’ve seen it before. A kid with a build like his is never gonna be able to keep his weight down.”

Nick’s coach replied, “Listen, you and I go back a long time, right? I’ll be honest with you. This kid Nick has been working hard for four years to keep in shape. He’s the most motivated guy on the team. I know the choice is up to you, but, he’s worth a chance. Yeah, he’s a big boy for his height, and from what I know he’s always been big back there, but you saw how well he plays his position.”

Nick was listening even more closely as the scout responded. “Yeah, his technique is great. But, my friend, you’ve been working with him for four years. Take a step back and look at him from my perspective. When this kid….what’s his name, Nick?….when this kid Nick is crouching behind home plate, his butt is so huge it’s almost dragging on the ground.  And that’s now. Give him a couple more years and he’ll be even bigger. I’ve seen it happen with guys half his size. Guys with “fireplug” builds like him just blow up like balloons…and right now this kid’s got the biggest balloon ass I’ve ever seen! Not to mention how slow he is running bases. He’s just got way too much tonnage back there to haul around….”

At this point, Nick quietly walked away from the door. He had heard enough. He knew he had just heard the end of his dreams for a baseball career.

Nick slowly walked around town on his way from the locker room back to the dorm. He was disappointed but realistic. The end of baseball season was a short while away, and then graduation from college. He had to get on with his life, even if wearing Yankee pinstripes wasn’t going to be a part of it.

After walking for a while, Nick ended up at a Burger King. It seemed like the aroma of the food lured him inside, and the next thing he knew he was sitting at a table eating two double whoppers with cheese, large fries, large onion rings, and a strawberry shake.

For the couple of weeks remaining in the college baseball season, Nick kept up his training even though he no longer cared about what he ate. By the last game of the season, he weighed in at 280. After that, Nick didn’t bother to work out any more. Why should he? The Yankees didn’t want him, and all for a reason he had no control over. All his hard work, training, and watching what he ate over the years didn’t mean crap. His genetics did him in—to Nick, it seemed like he was condemned by fate to have a huge backside no matter what he did to keep in shape.

The baseball season ended with Nick being chosen his team’s most valuable player. At the end-of-season banquet, one of the highlights was a humorous video made by the coaches. It was meant to be in good fun—there were scenes of spectacular plays, other scenes of goofs—like the center fielder and right fielder colliding with each other to catch a fly ball, and scenes of each player caught unaware that they were being video’ed. All the team howled and catcalled when a shot came on the screen of the horniest guy on the team scratching his crotch, when they saw a series of other embarrassing misplays involving just about every player on the team, and finally, shots of a bench-clearing brawl which happened in one game when a batter was beaned by the pitcher of the opposing team.

Nick cheered along with the rest of the team—until the image came up of him heading off the bench, massive ass in motion, each buttcheek wildly wobbling, shaking, and bouncing. The rest of the team started to chant in unison “Big Caboose, Big Caboose, Big Caboose,” punctuated by some calls of “shake it, Nick, shake it!!” The chant and catcalls continued while the video showed Nick and some other guys still brawling with the other team. It was obvious, though, that whoever took the video was focusing on Nick’s giant rump—sideviews, backviews, close-ups. Nick felt himself blushing while he squirmed in his seat—squirmed his enormous buttcheeks, which he could feel were packed onto the seat as usual, overflowing the space enclosed by the back of the chair and the two armrests. Nick put a weak grin on his face as the chanting died down and the video went on to other “highlights” of the season.

That was it for Nick. He went back to the dorm from the banquet and spent the rest of the night thinking, thinking about himself. All his life he had to deal with taunts and teasing about the size of his rear end. Why did he have to be so huge back there? He couldn’t help it…he had tried to keep himself in shape and yet his dreams of playing for the Yankees were crushed. He smiled ruefully at that—no matter what he did, he was known for one thing—the size of his buttocks. All the teasing over the years, from the time he was old enough to remember until the night of his baseball team’s awards banquet replayed in his mind. He thought of Josh and then Tiffany. Had they been attracted to him as a person? No, they were attracted to him because of his enormous rear end. Nick was so sick of being known just for his gigantic backside. Once again he cursed his fate.

Graduation came, and Nick returned to North Jersey.  His older brother Joey hired him as a junior accountant in the small firm he owned. Nick enrolled at Fairleigh Dickinson University in night classes to work on his master’s in accounting. With help from his parents, he bought himself a small condo in North Jersey in the next town over from where he had grown up.

Nick kept up his contacts with some of his high school and college buddies and made new friends at work. He religiously followed the Yankees on cable television—he made some trips  to Yankee Stadium, but as time went on Nick discovered that the seats there grew more and more uncomfortable with each trip he made, so he came to prefer to enjoy the watching the games at home on his giant flatscreen TV with his buddies and family.

Why were the seats becoming more uncomfortable? After all, given how “big back there” Nick always had been, the seats never ever were comfortable for him.

Well, from the day Nick overheard the scout from the Yankees talking with his college baseball coach and putting an end to his dreams of wearing Yankee pinstripes, Nick had given up watching his weight and trying to keep in shape. Why bother? He no longer had anything to keep in shape for. Nick wasn’t consciously trying to put on weight—he just indulged his always-big appetite. Every workday, hearty breakfasts, lunches, and dinners were followed by non-stop snacking in the front of the television in the evening.

When he went to his night classes at Fairleigh Dickinson, he snacked on candy bars while taking notes and always stopped some place afterwards for a “snack”. Nick lived in the heart of New Jersey’s “diner country”—where Routes 46, 4, 17, and 3, not to mention many of the main streets off those highways, seem to be lined by diners, each serving a long menu of delicious, well cooked comfort food and desserts at reasonable prices. In between the diners, every known fast food outlet from Arby’s to Wendy’s could be found. Then, of course, there were hundreds of pizzerias, Italian bakeries and groceries, and higher-end “ristorantes”.  So, if Nick didn’t feel like cooking at home, he didn’t have far to go to satisfy his hearty appetite.  On weekends, whether out with friends or at home doing chores, Nick grazed continuously.

At his brother Joey’s accounting business, Joey made sure that there was a budget for snacks to go with the ever-ready coffee. The secretaries alternated bringing in pastries every morning. Without even realizing it, Nick took to “grazing” all day long. Out of the five people in the office—Joey, Nick, a paraprofessional, and the two secretaries, Nick grazed the most and by 3 p.m., all the pastries were gone.

Joey, who “Bucket Butt” Nick had always called “Santa Belly” when they were kids, had grown into a large man, taller than Nick by three inches. His always-prominent belly had developed over the years since he graduated from college into a truly amazing mountain of flab, thanks to his wife’s delicious home cooking, businessmen’s lunches with clients, and his indulging the same hearty appetite his kid brother Nick always had. Joey, who stressed dressing professionally on the job to his kid brother, looked the part of a prosperous accountant with his tailor made dress shirts and suit pants straining to contain  his massive belly, huge man boobs, lovehandles, and hefty hips and thighs. When Nick started working with him, Joey automatically ordered a second extra-wide office chair for his balloon-butted kid brother. Second chair? Well, Joey’s increasing size had already caused him to need such a chair. Not that his rear end was THAT big, certainly not as big as Nick’s man mountains, but Joey  had a quite a spread on him when he sat. He automatically spread his hefty thighs wide when he was seated, allowing his huge belly some room to hang free—so the extra wide chair was just more comfortable.

So, Nick was in the perfect environment to indulge his appetite and enjoy life.  Three years after he had graduated from college and learned  his dreams of playing baseball for the Yankees were crushed, Nick was 25 years old, close to getting his M.B.A. from Fairleigh Dickinson, and happy with how is life was going. If he had bothered to weigh himself, the scale would have settled at around 380.  Half the additional weight he unthinkingly put on had settled on Nick’s already massive rump, flanks, and thighs. His hips had spread to the point that they were now substantially wider than his broad shoulders. Nick’s already-huge buttocks were now so round, full, and prominent that getting into or out of just about any make of motor vehicle was a struggle for him.

But Nick wasn’t bothered by the extra weight. The new flab which hadn’t settled onto his rump padded the rest of his body. When Nick looked in the mirror every morning after showering, he saw how his muscular arms and shoulders were upholstered in flab and how his face had filled out so that his now-chubby cheeks dimpled when he smiled and a wide double chin and thick jowls softened his formerly chiseled chin.The dimples appeared as he observed how the newly-deposited soft flab of his big hairy pecs stretched each of his brown nipples to the size of 50 cent pieces. The sag downward of each flabby pec-turned-mantit was limited by the fact they rested on top of Nick’s new pot belly.  

That was what pleased Nick the most as he checked himself out. A belly! Yup, a full-on pot belly–complete with a sunken bellybutton–which sat on his abdomen, set off on each side by his wide lovehandles and which strained the front of his dress shirt at work and automatically ballooned over his beltline. Nick could even feel his new belly shift from side to side and bounce slightly as he walked—nothing like the massive movement of his mountainous rear end, and certainly nothing as big as Joey’s massive front feature, but still—Nick loved his new pot belly.

Love his belly? Isn’t that kind of extreme, you might ask? Well, as Nick enjoyed life after he graduated from college and his entire body expanded because of his lifestyle, he noticed how people reacted to him. After all, he had always been sensitive because of how big he had been “back there” and the constant teasing and taunting and unwelcome attention it brought.

When he went clubbing with his buddies and he’d come across an attractive female and they’d start to chat, she’d use phrases like “you’re such a big cute teddy bear” as she sexily rubbed his bellyflab. At family get-togethers, cousins who he hadn’t seen in a while came up to him and chatted and patted his pot belly and made remarks like “hey, getting pretty big there, Nick!”, and “life’s treating you well, big guy!”.  At Thanksgiving, Christmas and Easter dinners, always big feasts in his family, his grandmothers, aunties and his mom found excuses to pat Nick’s belly or pinch one of his lovehandles while offering him more food and saying, “you look so good now, Nicky!” or “it’s nice to see how you enjoy my cooking”.

The highlight came one day at work when his brother Joey and he were standing at the coffee machine, each munching on a piece of Entenmann’s pastry, idly chatting about the last Yankees game. Out of the blue, Joey glanced down at his massive gut, then looked over at Nick’s flabby new pot belly, patted it and said smilingly, “way to go, little brother, you’re starting to take after me!”

All these things made him happy, very happy. He was very pleased by all the attention he got as a “fat guy” with a pot belly (small as it was in comparison with his mountainous behind). Not once during the three years which had passed since he had graduated from college did anyone comment on how big he was “back there” or how much “junk he had in his trunk”. His nicknames of “Big Caboose”, “Lardass” and “Bucket Butt” were forgotten as his belly got bigger. It didn’t matter that his hips and massive rear end were bigger than ever—whatever attention he got now was caused by the size of his growing paunch. To Nick it seemed like he fit in now, merely as a fat guy with a growing gut, one of millions. He no longer felt like a freak of nature.  For the first time in his life, he was truly happy with the way he looked.