shake it down now

Let's be more than friends?
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Let's be more than friends?

H-H-H-HERE IT IS…the song I wrote for Michael (or rather, that Michael wrote for Jeremy) in chapter two of 24-Hour Life Tickets!

The lyrics aren’t exact since I sorta messed up at one part but wHATEVER

Also please ignore the horrible quality I recorded this in my basement and with my phone so it’s nOT THE BEST
And yeah it’s all acapella since I can’t play an instrument to save my life there’s some clapping in there to give it a nice beat but thas about it frens

Please keep in mind that I am in no way a professional songwriter or anything remotely like that;; I just did this for fun? And I came up with this randomly I didn’t really plan it or anything lol

Now please excuse me while I go and scream into the void

The Five Times You Encounter Dean Winchester

Word Count: 2,914

Warnings: Drinking. 

A/N: I missed writing Dean, so this happened :) Hope y’all enjoy! Let me know ^^ 

Originally posted by out-in-the-open


Five Years Old
There is a new kid in your kindergarten class. He’s quiet, has freckles all about his tiny face, and wide green eyes. He stands next to the teacher as she introduces him to everyone and you smile widely when you realize that the only open seat in the classroom is the one next to you.

A new friend and you’re thrumming with excitement as he takes his seat next to you.

“Dean!” you exclaim, making him jump.

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Jealousy With A Twist (Marvel)

Originally posted by anthvnystcrk

(A/N: This took me a long time to do, I thought it would be cute and short but HELL NO! 8 PAGES LATER AND WE ARE FINALLY HERE AND FINISHED. Hope you guys enjoy!)

Steve Rogers:

He watched you from across the room with his glass in his hand, clutching the cup to calm himself down. He watched you laughing at some random guys jokes, he glared at the guy watching him move closer to you Steve trailed the guys hand the he began to try and wrap around your waist and that was the last straw for Steve. Just as he walked up to give the man a piece of his mind, he saw you slap the guy across his face slamming your high heel into the guy’s shoes. Steve smiled as he sat back down at the bar pretending he didn’t see what just happened, who was he to tell you how to run his life, he wasn’t your boyfriend.

 "Steve why do all guys who aren’t you just suck.“ You said walking in between his legs wrapping your arms around his neck taking in his smell, that was your true weakness. "Because I’m amazing and a hundred years old (Y/N).” He said brushing your hair softly with one hand and wrapping the other around your waist, titles or not you were his and he was yours. “Oh and Steve I saw you looking at me, there’s no need to be jealous Cap.” You said kissing his cheek.

Originally posted by blossomhael

James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes:

“Temper, temper. Remember (Y/N) is just acting. She’s on a mission, so cool it.” Steve said grabbing James’ shoulder for a third time but James couldn’t control himself. This foul scum was touching his girl, he had his hands on his girl and he didn’t like that. “Screw this mission Steve, that’s my fiancé in there being felt up by some creepy prick.” James said marching towards you and the man sitting on the couch across from you. You rolled your eyes and smirked a bit, it was adorable to see the man you’re going to be married to still jealous of silly things. “Now tell me does your wife know you have a thing for younger woman?” You ask loudly side eyeing James, your statement caused the guy to move away a slight bit in fear.

 "How do you know that?“ He asked in fright, that’s when you showed him the disc you were holding "If you explain what’s this? I’ll think about not showing your wife you seduce several young woman. Do we have a deal?” You asked innocently looking at the man who nodded continually as if pleading with you “Good. He’s all yours.” You said throwing the disc to your fiancé winking at him walking back to the rest of the shield agents in the back. “Petty jealousy a good color on you, James.” You said laughing when James and Steve walked to the computer room.

Originally posted by fuckyeahtonystark

Tony Stark:

Tony always loved to throw parties, it was what he was known for but what most people didn’t know is that he’s also amazing at throwing private dinners for the two of you. Today was your 3 year anniversary, you and Tony had gotten married a year ago and many people were surprised you controlled the playboy partier but it wasn’t as hard as they thought. All it took was one night and he was yours, no powers, no spells, no curse, just a long deep connection. “Mr. Stark who could we serve you and this beautiful woman tonight?” The young waiter said winking in your direction causing you to scrounge your face up in a confused manner. “Tell the cooks that me and my lovely date will have our regulars.” Tony strained but didn’t correct the young man, as you both watched the boy leave you looked a Tony.

 "Remind me to have him fired. Alright love?“ Tony said holding your hand playing with your wedding ring. The dinner went by so quickly, more suggestive comments were thrown your way and Tony’s patience began to run thin "May I speak with Sal?” Tony said holding your hand kissing it softly and you knew exactly what was going to happen. “Mr and Mrs. Stark, how can I be of assistance?” Sal, the owner of the restaurant said to us causing the boy to stiffen “Will you please inform ALL of your employees new and old that this woman is my and deserves the same amount of respect that they give me.” Tony said firmly without revealing any names “Certainly Mr. Stark.” Sal said walking to the back with the waiter following him “I’m proud of you Tony, not getting the boy fired.” You said holding his hand tightly.

 "He reminded me a lot of me when I was younger and he helped me realized that all these men are going to be looking at my beautiful wife.“ He said lowly "You just don’t want to admit you were actually jealous.” You said chuckling while rolling your eyes “Oh shut up (Y/N)” Tony said laughing kissing your hand before getting ready to pay for the meal.

Originally posted by thunderbirdthor

Thor Odinson:

“You dare try to defile your queen!” You heard Thor’s voice boom from your shared chambers, you had rubbed your eyes trying to wake yourself up quicker before you softly made your way through the quiet palace. You no longer heard Thor’s booming voice “I should smite you for even thinking of such things towards my daughter in law.” You hear Odin said to the unknown person, you tied your rove tightly before slowly turning the door to the throne room but before you could open the door you felt a hand stop you “(Y/N) that isn’t your Thing inside that room, that man is a jealous, petty and rageful man. Are you prepared to see such things beyond your mind?” Loki asked before letting your hand go allowing you to open the door.

Once the door was open you saw a bloody man tied to wooden hair and Thor towering of him with mjolnir aimed for the sky “Thor Odison! Put mjolnir,down now!” You yelled causing the room to shake a bit. Thor snapped his head to face you and once he saw the fear in your eyes he dropped mjolnir “My love.. this man, this wretched being was trying to sneak into our chambers and harm you my queen.” He said softly trying to comfort you but you moved away from him “Loki was right.” Was all you said when you felt a hand on your shoulder when you looked up you saw Loki’s face looking ahead, you hugged him tightly crying into his armor as he walked out of the throne room with you “He’s going to come out in 5… 4… 3… 2…. send me elsewhere now.” Loki said softly and you did as he asked sending him back to his own chambers. You saw Thor stomp out of the room looking around “Where is he!” He yelled at you causing you to flinch “Safe, away from a monster like you.” You said holding back your tears “I’m a monster? I protect you, yet you call me a monster? Are you with that frost giant?” He sneered causing you to step away from him.

 "Who the hell are you. You’re not my Thor Odinson. My Thor Odison would NEVER disrespect his brother, he believes there is some good in him. So who are you?“ You yelled backing away as he stepped closer to you causing your back to hit a pillar "You’re right. I’m not. I’m better.” Thor said placing both his hands on both sides of your head until you heard thunder and saw it strike down the Thor in front of you. You screamed looking around for help but then you saw him, those golden locks and bright smile, you ran to Thor jumping into his arms “Loki, always up to no good, but I must admit I do feel a string of jealousy.” He said softly in you ear.

 "Why?“ You asked confused "You never yell at me like that.” He said with his booming laugh “I love you Thor.” You said kissing him softly. After the kiss was broken apart you both heard clapping and knew it could be from only one person “LOKI!” You and Thor yelled in unison running after the God of Mischief.


Originally posted by darlingjarvis

Loki Laufeyson:

You had been trying to reach for the book on the high shelf on your tip toes till you felt a larger body closely behind your body pick up the book that you were reaching for “Why didn’t you just ask for help ma'am?” The man asked smiling at you “Because her husband doesn’t appreciate men trying to slide their way to his wife. Do you actually work here or just trying to look for something you won’t be getting from here?” Loki said each word laced with a dangerous promise as he stared coldly at the man who helped you.

 The man had ran away quickly before Loki had moved a foot, and just as you were about to tell Loki something he had pressed you up against the bookshelf “You should know better then to entertain the weak minds of men. You are my woman, or shall I have to remind you here who you belong to.” Loki said softly in your ear nibbling on it softly “God of Mischief and Jealousy, what a dangerously delicious combination.” You said turning in his arms kissing his softly before ducking under his arms and finding a quiet spot to read. He had been sitting on a couch which is where you wanted to sit, once Loki became comfortable you laid on his lap as you read and he played with your hair “You my love shall truly kill me.” He said softly “Oh I hope so.” You said winking at him before returning to your book.


Originally posted by spiderholland

Peter Parker:

She was sitting in their chemistry class looking as beautiful as ever with her messy bun and baggy sweater. Peter planned on finally sitting with her “Today is the day.” He whispered to himself before letting out a big sigh trying to relax himself but as soon as he stepped into the room Connor slid his way to be your chemistry partner for the day, accepting defeat Peter looked to the floor walking slowly to his seat, as he sat down he realized that Ned wasn’t here today so he would be alone in this class. He watched Connor and (Y/N) sitting next to each other and regardless of Connors multiple attempts to get her attention none of them worked until he softly rubbed her side causing her to snap her neck in his direction “Do. Not. Touch. Me.” She said lowly glaring at Connor who put his hands up in a defensive move.

 "Hey, Peter is Ned here today?“ She said turning back to look at Peter who now had a shocked expression on his face, he shook his head in a rushed motion "Good.” She said grabbing her things moving next to Peter “Do you mind if I’m your partner today?” She asked looking at him with sweet eyes “Not at all..” Peter said softly “You would choose this nerd over me?” Connor said in a rather hurt manner. “First off, Peter is more of a man then you’d ever dream of and second of all cocky assholes aren’t my type.” She said smirking moving closer to Peter, this was his chance. He slowly began to wrap her in his arms at first she flinched softly but shortly after she leaned into his arms smiling “So nerds are your type?” Connor said getting up, now angry about the whole matter.

 "Nope. Peter is my only type, now leave me be.“ She said intertwining her fingers with Peters playing with his hand. Connor returned to the other side of the room but (Y/N) didn’t move away from Peter "No need to be jealous of assholes like him, when Peter Parker is my favorite neighbor Spider.” She said winking at him softly before returning to the class at hand. “How do you know that?” Peter said shocked trying not to make a big commotion she then placed her hand on the table and formed her hands as if she was shooting a web causing Peter to look down blushing “Crap.” He said softly.

 "It’s cool Parker, I won’t say anything as long as you agree to out on a date with me.“ She said still looking ahead "Fine, just don’t tell my secret.” Peter said smiling “We both know that’s not why you’re going but you’re safe with me Parker.” She said laughing softly before writing down her notes.

Originally posted by tomshardy

Pietro Maximoff: 

You were sitting on the couches in the Avengers living room with Clints head placed right on your lap, he wasn’t feeling well with his high fever and you finally got him to go to sleep. The Avengers next understood why you and Clint were so close, you and him kept your relationship quiet, he was your uncle and when your mom had passed he promised he would take care of you. He trained you until you were just as good as him at archery and killing the “bad guys” as he put it so that shield would accept you but the only thing you both didn’t imagine was that you would end up falling for one of the Avengers. “Vhat is dis?” You heard your sassy prince mumbled obviously not liking Clint laying on you “Baby, he’s not feeling well. I’m only helping him feel better.” You said but of course Pietro brushes off what you say because his anger is too busy consuming him, he grabbed Clints arm trying to pull him off of you “Pietro I swear to Thor and whatever other gods are up there that I will kill you if you remove me off my niece.” Clint sneered trying to fall asleep but to no avail.

 "Dammit, thank you honey, why do you have to date a blonde jerk.“ You uncle said crossing his arms causing you to laugh "Because he makes me happy, now go lay down and I’ll bring you tea for your head.” You said shooing your uncle watching him walk away “Look you woke his cranky ass up, I was up with him all night trying to get him to sleep and now it’s going to be harder to do it now.” You rolled your eyes making your way to the kitchen to make Clint his tea “You are related?” Pietro asked confused sitting on the bar stool “Yes he was my mom’s brother before she passed away.. he’s my uncle.” You said softly not wanting to get the attention of the other avengers and trying to hold in your tears.

 You felt a set of arms wrap around you pulling you into a tight hug “I love you, and I am very sorry.” Pietro said softly in your ear brushing your hair behind your ear before kissing your forehead. You turned in his arms smiling as he bent down slowly to kiss you “(Y/N)! I need the tea!!!” You heard Clint complain from his room causing you to laugh as Pietro kissed you “Let me attend to the Queen, my love.” You said kissing his cheek before walking to Clints room with his tea.

Originally posted by superwholockpotterhead

Clint Barton:

You were training with some of the agents of shield, trying to enhance your skills to be more useful in the field. You were trying to hold the bow correctly but you were struggling terribly until you felt a pair of arms  make their way to your hands helping you position yourself correctly, now you thought it was your crush, Clint, but to your dismay it wasn’t. “Oh Alex, you scared me?” You said smiling softly as you looked up to see Alex standing there “Expecting someone else?” He question raising an eyebrow, you shook your head slowly, wishing it was Clint and not Alex. You continued to train until you felt Alex’s hand slide down your body and before you could turn to slap him you heard a thud, once you turned around you saw Clint on top of Alex beating him up and before Clint should swing again you grabbed his hand “Clint Barton. Are you crazy?!” You said holding his wrist as he got up to throw you over his shoulder in silence. He marched all the way to his bedroom dropping you on the bed.

 "What the hell was that? He was all over you and you didn’t do shit to stop him. Do you want that kind of attention!“ He yelled causing you to flinch because he had never yelled at you before "Why are you so mad! You’re not my boyfriend! We’re not family! Hell we’re barely friends!” You said yelling in return approaching Clint’s face, he stared at you in silence before you felt his hands wrap around your waist lifting you up and kissing you harshly, causing you to wrap your legs around him, you’ve wanted this for so long, watching him in the shadows wasn’t anything compared to the feelings of right now. “Because you’re my girl, but you knew that already, didn’t you?” He said breathing heavily, you nodded. You overheard him and Natasha speaking about how he wanted to ask you on a date but was too afraid to mention it.

 "So now that you’re here and we already hit second base how about that date that I was too afraid to ask you out on?“ He said laughing still supporting your body "Of course, you’ve stolen my kiss we must go on that date now.” You said winking not moving away from his arms because you liked the warmth “But if you get jealous like that all the time we’re going to have a problem.” You said sternly “Not anymore, cause I know you’re mine now.” He said kissing you a final time before allowing your feet to touch the floor.


Originally posted by thetony-stark

Bruce Banner:

You were working late at the coffee shop once again, you were so tired and overworked. You heard the bell chime and immediately went out to greet the customers but the people you saw weren’t regular customers it was your boyfriend and the rest of his friends “Hello everyone, welcome to Edwin’s Cafe, please have a seat someone will be with you in a minute.” You said smiling at Bruce watching his walk over to his regular booth seat. “(Y/N) can you come in my office please.” You heard your boss Edwin call, you made your way to the office winking at Bruce before he left, you didn’t need to look back to know he was blushing slightly. “So we flirt with customers huh?” Edwin said closing the door behind you “Um.. no .. what gave you that idea?” You asked innocently.

 "You just flirted with that man, but you never flirt with me. I see the way you look at me (Y/N), I know you want me, just admit it and all this can be yours.“ He said grabbing your hand and placing it on his member. "Edwin! What’s the matter with you! Are you delusional!” You said yelling hastily walking to the door running out of the room only to be hit by a rock, but not any rock, the Hulk, you bumped into the Hulk. “Shit.” You muttered the Hulk moved you away from Edwin but you tried your best to stand your ground “Bruce Banner, cut this nonsense, you know very well I am capable of taking control of myself.” You yelled trying to reach Bruce but the Hulk looked at you confused at the words coming from your mouth, you rolled your eyes and marched back into Edwin’s office hearing a violent roar behind you.

 When you had entered Edwin’s office you’d waited for the hulk to enter “Look Hulk.” You said slapping your boss across the face “I quit, prick.” You said and before you took your leave you kicked Edwin straight in his balls causing him to collapse to the floor in agonizing pain. When you turned to face the Hulk he actually smiled, you then noticed he started to shrink down into your Bruce “(Y/N) did I hurt anyone?” Bruce asked rubbing his head “No my love but I think I hurt Hulks sense of pride.” You said laughing wrapping your arm around his waist holding him tight to you “Wanda told me what was going on and I just lost it. No man should ever touch you because you’re my woman.” He said sternly looking at his friends who smirked at him giving him several nods.

 "Hey even Hulk likes you because he got jealous at the same moment I did, but I had no control of him.“ Bruce said nervously which caused you to tiptoe and kiss his cheek "I love that both sides of you love me the same.” You said smiling at him as he wrapped his arm around you “Yeah.. me too..” he said softly in your ear.

Originally posted by kallian91

Vision:

You couldn’t be completely upset at him, he didn’t know the human customs, he was a walking computer and yet you still felt a pang of pain that he didn’t do anything to help you. You sighed as you wrapped yourself with the ace bandages when you heard a knock on your door and before you could answer you see Vision floating in front of you “Yes, Vision?” You said not even bothering to look at him “You’re upset, why?” He asked sitting right beside you on your bed “I am not upset what gave you that idea.” You lied through your teeth but you knew it was to no prevail because he knew you, he knew all about you. “You’re upset because I didn’t defend you, am I correct?” Vision said looking at you “Yes. I am.” You said finishing up with your bandages looking at him.

 "Well I didn’t defend you because I’ve learned from you and Nathasha that women are not easily defeated regardless of the numbers, but you were hurt and I still did nothing to save you.. but I felt this wave of emotions that made me angry at you… well what is that human emotion when you envy someone?“ He asked while searching his database for the answer "You’re jealous of me, why?” You asked confused “Jealously , yes that’s the proper word. Well you are head strong, determined, kind yet cold, sweet, funny and an amazing fighter.. I am nothing but a piece of machinery that was created for mass destruction.” He said coldly as if he thinks all you see is a man of metal “No Vision you’re mistaken, you are more than a weapon, you’re an amazing robot, you know all the trivia answers, all the world recipes, and more importantly you know me inside and out.” You said smiling laying your hand on his shoulder.

 "Why is it that I feel so warm when you touch me, or compliment me..“ he asked more to himself then to you but you smiled "It’s a special feeling of a deep care made for someone who you truly care for.. some call it love others call it caring.” You said shrugging “What’s the defining line?” He asked looking at you with pure curiosity “I don’t know, I’ve never thought about it before.” You said looking at him. He was about to say something but you felt his hands over lap yours.

 "Well (Y/N) when I am with you I know what the feeling is.“ He said looking into your eyes lifting your chin up to look at him "It’s love.. but is it possible for me to communicate such emotions?” He said looking down at the floor and without a second though you kissed his lips that were rather cold “Well we shall just have to figure it out together now won’t we?” You said smiling looking at him nod in silence but his smile as radiant as ever.


Originally posted by dailyteamcap

Sam Wilson:

You watched Sam from the distance, you weren’t spying on him, you were simply observing his whereabouts considering he’s been spending an awful lot of time with Natasha. You weren’t jealous you were simply curious as to what he was up to and why he was always with her nowadays and then you saw it, something you feared more than anything. She fell into his arms and they looked at each other romantically causing your face to turn away, you were in such pain at the idea but now your heart was truly broken at the sight of them. You ran back to the Avengers tower not wanting to speak to anyone but you were stopped when you saw Sam and Natasha sitting at the front speaks “Care to explain why you felt the need to spy on me?” Sam asked crossing his arms over “Care to explain why you’re cheating on me?” you snapped at him causing him and Nathasha to start laughing.

 “Of course you would think I was cheating. Goodness woman you have no trust in me.” he said shuffling in his pockets “There’s no point in lying to me, I saw you.” you said turning your back towards him “Want to know why I’ve been sneaking off with Nathasha? Turn around and look at me and then you’ll get your answer.” he said smoothly causing your interest to peak which led you to turn around to see Sam down on his knee with a beautiful box in his hands while Natasha stood over him with a sign that read “Will you be mine?” Natasha had a bright smile plastered on her face truly excited “We’ve been sneaking around because I wanted to find you the perfect ring for your perfect finger. When she fell in my arms we planned that because we knew you watching babe, nothing more.” he said smiling “So what do you say? Will you marry me?” he asked hopeful. You had no words so you nodded and wrapped your arms around him crying softly as he placed the ring on your finger “Always jumping to conclusions.” he said kissing your forehead laughing.

Originally posted by theavengers

Scott Lang:

You were playing with your dog, Rocco and noticed Scott looking at you leaning on the counter “Yes Lang?” you said scratching your dog’s ear watching his face light up with enjoyment “You love that dog more than you love me.” Scott pouted looking out the window trying to avoid eye contact with you causing you to laugh “Babe, seriously? You’re jealous over this cute face?” you said picking up your dog while walking over to Scott placing the dog in his face, while Rocco licked him “No, but I wish you loved me like that.” he said petting the dog smiling.

 “I do love you baby” you said putting Rocco down now scratching Scott’s ear laughing “I love you so much that I sleep in your bed every night and wait for you to come home every morning from your Adventurous duties.” you say smiling kiss Scott’s cheek “So there is no reason to be jealous of little Rocco.” you said looking at your dog who had fallen asleep on the couch. “I guess you’re right babe. The dog ain’t got nothin on me.” he said kissing your neck laughing at himself while holding your waist tightly.

Kiwi || Part One.

I don’t know what happened but i wrote something and well here it is. Let me know what you think and if i should write a part two… 


I’m having your baby, and it’s none of your business.”

It’s been a while since you last saw him, almost six months to be exact. six months since he walked out of your New York hotel room not turning back. Six months since you flew home from New York to find all of his stuff had been cleared from your shared London apartment. Six months since you peed on a stick that changed your whole entire life. 

You didn’t try and contact him to tell him, although you were still very good friends with his sister and it would have been easy to reach out you knew in your heart that a baby right now would just hold him back, and with an album release just around the corner you didn’t want to stop everything good that had been happening for him.  


The day Gemma found out she almost told him. She hadn’t seen you in months, but with your growing bump you thought it would be too risky to see her, but she persisted and persisted until you caved. So you put on you baggiest sweater and went to have lunch with her. She could tell you were off from the get go. You didn’t order any wine and you didn’t touch the cheese platter, she had finally figured out why you’d been avoiding her.. she thought that maybe you felt weird because she was his sister, she never could have imagined this.

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Mr. Hemmings

You were really glad that your plan that you made up in a matter of seconds actually went how you wanted it to go; get Luke alone, make him all hot and bothered, and then leave him sweaty and baffled along with wanting more. Everything was going perfect. 

Originally posted by pikamikey

Words: 7.6k 

Request: No

Rating: R [A BIT OF SUB SPACE AND JUST A TAD BIT OF A PAIN KINK, ALONG WITH LUKE BEING VERY DOMINATE]

A/N: y’all asked for it, so here it is… hope you enjoy;) 

part one


Of course the room fell completely silent when those words wisped out of your mouth; you really should not be surprise on the reaction that you’re receiving. You were somewhat praying that you would get a different reaction, not one of surprise or shock, but something that would make you generally happy and excited rather than a stone cold glare and a fake smile.

You let your arms slump to the side of your body as you stared at your green haired friend with wide eyes; your back begins to curve in as you become the same height as the boy that sits before you as your bottom lip drops into a pout as you shuffle a bit on your knees.

“Before I say anything that would most likely hurt your feelings, can I ask you something?” He questions, his pierced eyebrow rising up on his forehead as he leans back on your bed post. You just roll your eyes and nod your head slightly to allow him to begin his now overanalyzing questions.

“Are you happy with what you did?” Michael ask, his bottom lip tucking into his mouth as he gives you a serious look. His feet rubbing over each other in his knitted grey socks as you suck in a breath, before pushing your hand throughout your hair to get rid of a bit of a tangled mess.

“Do you not want me to be happy with what I did?” You question, eyes bearing into his as you cock your head to the side and look at him with concern. He just rolls his eyes, drops his lip from out of his mouth and lets a sigh escape him.

“First off, it’s not about me, it’s about you. And second, I’m not the one who slept with my next door neighbor.” He states, annoyance clear in his voice but you just ignore it and shift around more on your knees as your lips tug into a smirk.

“Actually remember that one time where-“

“That was years ago.”

“Actually six months!”

“But she wasn’t a parent who was battling custody for their child.”

You let a groan slip out of your mouth as you shut your eyes and throw yourself backwards on your bed. The sheets below you crumple underneath the weight of you as you toss your head around and kick your feet against the mattress, causing it to bounce around under your weight.

“Stop acting like a child and answer my question,” Michael muttered as his arms came and wrapped around your ankles to stop the heavy movements.

“Michael it’s not that serious!” You exclaim, hands by your sides beginning to grip the sheets.

“Uh… Yeah it is? You had sex with a guy who is emotionally unstable, you took advantage of him,” He explained, voice confident and sounding like a parent, which causes you to groan and look up towards your ceiling.

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Obsessions Part 1

I slap the huge ass my cock is buried deep in and give one last final pulse, shoving myself as deep as I can into him with my 9 inch dick. The fatass lets out a moan and I grope his huge love handles, cumming at the same time the fat pig in front of me cums. I pull myself out, hit my wet cock against his jiggly butt, and roll him over. I fall onto his huge belly, not even sure if he can feel my toned 160lbs resting on his close to flabby 500. After a few moments of enjoying my personal water bed, I speak up.

“You should probably get going soon, it’s almost 2 am…” I say, hoping he’ll ask to stay a bit longer. But, as they always do, he takes in a deep breath and prepares to get his huge body out of bed. I help him clean off and get dressed, and within a few minutes he’s waddling out my front door. I watch him go down the apartment hallway, his ass jiggling like it had been in my bed only minutes before. As he steps in the elevator, his side moob hits the frame and sends his belly shaking. I give a casual wave and turn around to go back into my room, but I knock into something sturdy, not really paying attention this late at night. Instantly, I’m not surprised.

“Oh sorr- Wait! What the hell Carter, let me in my room.” I assertively say, trying to get passed his tall, almost naked frame. I don’t have time for his bullshit tonight. Every time I hookup with someone Carter always pops up right after they leave, like some sort of fucking stalker. He lives in the apartment opposite mine; I’d be more scared if he weren’t so literally obsessed with me. I always wonder if he stands there all night watching the peephole, waiting for me to come out. It’s fucking creepy if you ask me. Every time I hookup he saunters out in minimal clothing and gives me a hard time. I barely glance at his disciplined abs and bulging biceps. He’s got a bubble butt going on, but still not even close to big enough for my tastes.

“I’ll let you go if you answer this:” Carter says, playing coy. “You’ve had seven guys, that I know of, over in the last semester. All of them are gigantic whales, but you won’t even look twice at me.” He drops his voice and leans against the wall with his dense arm just above my shoulder, trapping me. Our faces almost touch. Despite his shit personality, he’s definitely not ugly. “What’s up with that, Josh?” He lets my name linger on his lips. God, I wish he weren’t taller than me. I wouldn’t consider myself short, standing at 5’10, but he’s 6’4 and all lean muscle. There’s no way I can escape his beefy trap.

“You’re not my type, Carter. I don’t hookup with assholes.” I aggressively explain, trying to get him to leave me alone. He smirks and half laughs.

“Apparently your ‘type’ is too fat to wipe to his own ass. Tell me I’m wrong.” He egotistically demands. He knows he’s right, I can see the victory in his shit colored, piercing eyes. He’s not going to budge.

“So what if I’m not as shallow as you?” I ask. “Maybe I don’t care about body fat percentages and negative BMI’s.”

“Say it.” He whispers. “Say you like them fat.” A strand of shitty, medium length, wavy hair falls in his face, but he doesn’t seem to notice.

I’m annoyed. “For christ’s sake Carter, I like fat guys. Not gym rats who won’t take no for an answer.  Now let me in my fucking room.” I shove him off me, he doesn’t resist. “And stop watching me through your peephole, it’s creepy as shit.” I tell him as I unlock my door.

“Like I have time for that,” Carter scoffs, watching me. “I can hear the fatties’ footsteps from a mile away, genius.” My door won’t unlock; god this is awkward. He can feel the tension too. “But hey, let me help you with that, handsome.” His tone changed to something nicer. He comes behind me, grabbing the key from my hand. He unlocks the door and squeezes my shoulder. “Goodnight.” He says, sweetly.

“Go change your underwear, I can see the precum starting to show through.” I say, shutting the door in his face. I bet those puppy dog eyes would make any other man drop his boxers immediately, but I’m not falling for it. He’ll have to gain a few hundred pound before I look twice at his twitching bulge.

/

The next day I go to my morning classes on campus, which is only a few minutes’ drive away from my single bedroom apartment. Everything’s been pretty stressful this semester, I’m really glad it’s almost over. I’ve barely gotten to hang out with my friends lately, especially with finals week approaching. It’s only my sophomore year as an art major, I shouldn’t be spending every waking moment in the studio or with my head up an art history textbook.

I grab a bite to eat on campus and head over to the student gym, looking to destress before having to write a monster essay tonight. I change clothes, put in my earbuds, and get on a vacant treadmill. Running’s always cleared my head, ever since I started doing cross country in junior high. I even got pretty good at track throughout high school. I’m zoned out, thinking about a particular race when I realize my treadmill’s going faster.

I look down and see a large hand turning my speed up. I follow the hand up a muscled arm and a broad shoulder to a face that could belong to a model. His soft lips are moving, but my music is too loud to hear. I shove his hand off my settings and take out an earbud.

“What do you want now, Carter?” I ask, not really caring to hear the answer. I don’t know if he followed me to the gym or if he just never leaves this place.

“Besides for you to go out with me tonight? I want you to turn your speed up, maybe even lift a little with me today. You know I could get you stronger.” He tells me with that shit eating smile.

I turn off my treadmill. “Look,” I reiterate. “I don’t go out with beefed up muscle jocks who stalk me. Now please, go bother any other twink in this gym.”

He’s not giving up. He sighs, “Josh, what do I have to do to get you to go out with me?”

I sigh. “If you really want me to go out with you, gain 50 lbs of fat. If you can get up to 230 lbs without working out, we have a date. Until then, you leave me the fuck alone.” He thinks for a moment before opening his dumb mouth.

“Okay, deal.” He decides, holding out his hand. I shake it, knowing he’ll never actually go through with this.

///

Over the next several weeks, I don’t see Carter. Not in our building, not in between classes, not even at the gym. I don’t hear him, I don’t smell him, I don’t even think about him. Between trying to balance my social life and figuring out how I’m going to get through finals, Carter totally escapes my mind. I even have a 400 pounder come over and, for the first time, Carter doesn’t show his creepy ass up. Maybe I had been too harsh on him, maybe he wasn’t actually stalking me. Coincidences can happen, right?

The weather gets colder and classes come to an end. The day after my last final I pack up a few of my things and get ready to drive home for the 6-week long break. On my way to my car, a pillow falls out of my box of stuff and onto the parking lot concrete.

“Here, let me get that for you,” I familiar voice calls. I turn the other way and see Carter walking over to me. He’s got a sizable greasy bag of fast food in one hand and a very large soda in the other. That’s really unusual for him. Where’s his protein powder and vegetable shakes? He puts the food down and grabs the pillow, now caked in light snow. He dusts it off and puts it back in my box.

“Hey, thanks.” I say. “… I also wanted to apologize for before. For being a dick and everything. I’m sure you’re not as bad as I made you seem, so… Sorry.” I’m not the best with apologies, but I mean what I say.

“Don’t worry about it,” Carter tells me with a shit-eating smile. “Is our deal still on?”

“What deal? OH, wait.” I remember. “Oh my god Carter, I can’t believe you took that seriously.” This fucking boy still can only think about sex.

“Hey man, we shook on it. That makes it official.” He’s not fazed by my annoyance. Maybe he’s just joking around. I wish I could see his frame better, but he’s wearing a thick coat. It’d look better on him if he gained 50 lbs, but I really hope that’s not his plan.

“Fine, you got me.” I confess. “The deal is official. I’ve got to get going, though. Got a long drive ahead of me.” We say goodbye and he hugs me. It wasn’t the worst hug in the world, he’s just so… stiff.

I put my things in my car and look in my rearview. I see Carter struggling to enter our building with so much food in his beefy hands.

////

6 weeks later. I really needed that break. I missed a lot of my friends and family back home, and it was great seeing all of them again. I really enjoyed myself, not thinking about school, stress, Carter, or anything else that’s awful.

Saying that, it all came flooding back as soon as I entered my old apartment room. As soon as I set my stuff down on the living room floor, I notice a photo in front of my door, as if someone had slid it under while I was away. It’s a picture of someone looking down on a scale reading “230.2lbs”. On the back is written “Let me know when we’re on, -Carter”. Fuck. Instantly I feel terrible for so many reasons. This can’t be real, right? I decide to just ignore it until it comes up again. Classes start up again tomorrow and I’m hardly ready, anyway.

Tonight in bed I mentally go through the timeline of everything that’s happened since we made that deal. It’s been at least two months. Can someone even gain 50 lbs in that short of a time period? This has to be a joke. No guy in their right mind would actually put on 50 lbs just for some random guy like me. It just doesn’t happen. At least, I don’t think it does.

/

On Tuesday evening I’m woken from a nap by a knock on my front door. I get off my couch and go look through the peephole to see who it is. The guy’s tall and standing kind of close, so all I can really see is his slight double chin and pudgy chest. I open the door, wanting to see who the cute pudge belongs to.

“Hey there handsome, did you see the picture?” Carter asks when I open the door.

Holy shit, though. This is definitely not the same Carter I left behind weeks and weeks ago. This man is changed, suddenly I want to impress him. I always knew that he’s a few years older than me, but I’ve never felt so young. He’s still Carter, just fatter and cute as hell. Is it bulking season, or did he do all of this for me? I’m not sure what to do in this situation, this isn’t something they teach you to deal with in college.

“Uhhhh.. Um, yea,” I stutter. “I just didn’t believe it until now. Here, come in.” I move to the side, welcoming him in. “Have a seat.” I gesture towards the couch, trying not to stare.

Trying not to stare at what? Trying not to stare at his beginner gut. It’s absolutely gorgeous in his tight blue workout tank. The smallest sliver is poking out; I can see just a hint of a stretched out happy trail. He may be 230lbs, but he’s also 6’4. Despite his height to fat ratio, he carries the weight well. He heavily walks passed me and I see his beautiful ass through his painted on light grey sweatpants. So plump, so round, so in my living room. I can’t believe this just happened. He takes a seat and sinks into the couch cushion, you can tell he’s not used to being chunky just yet. He puts a stocky arm around the back of the couch and looks back at me.

“You gonna si?” He asks with those eyes that stare into my soul. Without saying anything, I sit on the opposite end of the couch, facing him. “So…” Carter starts, awkwardly. I realize I’m just staring at him, but I don’t know what to say. How can you put words into your mouth when all you can think about is putting his dick there instead?

“Soo…” I try to start. “About the date.” He’s face goes down, like he thinks his work was all for nothing. I can tell his heart is beating as fast as mine. Do I feel like how I make him feel? Is this always how it’s been for him? “How about right now?” I ask, nervously. I can’t stop glancing down as that sliver of belly peeking out at me.

“Hmm, right now?” He’s smiling. “I dunno, I’m kind of hungry..” He puts a hand on his modest gut and sends it shaking. Two months ago there were thick abs there.

“Oh yea? Hungry for what?” I ask, ready for whatever he has to say.

“Mmmm, I dunno. Maybe some cookies, maybe some pizza… maybe some cock.” He explains, sending shivers down my spine. I think this is how every other man on earth reacted to him when he was nothing but muscle. I definitely see the appeal of him now, it’s obvious why he was so full of himself. I wonder if his sharp jawline brought the same reaction out of others that his now almost double chin is bringing out of me.

“I’ll order you a pizza,” I barter, scooting close to him. “If I get to take this off of you,” I say, pulling at his shirt. “It’s getting a little tight, don’t you think?”

He’s smiling like a dork- his cheeks have the slightest amount of fat in them. “I’ve got Pizza Hut on speed dial, I’ll take care of the pizza if you take care of the rest.” He negotiates. I nod in agreement.

After he’s done ordering a large meat-lovers and a two liter, I tug his shirt off. He’s flabby as all hell. I run my hands over him as I press my face against his. His tongue plays with mine, like he knows he’s wanted this for so long. I fee his flab, all of it. I make sure that not a single pound goes unnoticed. Before long the pizza’s here, and I send Carter off to the bedroom. When I step in the room, he’s naked with his chubby legs crossed. Saving the best for last, I guess. I take my clothes off and get on top of him, my hard cock pressing into his fat gut. I feed him slice after slice of greasy pizza, making sure he eats the crust. No calories wasted, not when you’ve got someone this beautiful to feed. His greedy mouth opens for each bite, waiting to have food shoved in him. He’s too good at this, I know he has to be into it too. When he’s eaten all of the pizza and drunken most of the soda, I pick up stray pizza sausage and throw the last bits into his mouth and kiss him long and hard. He tastes like grease; he tastes like greed. I sit back on his lap and feel his boner poking at my defined ass. I lay down next to him, feeling his fatter sides already starting to mold into my thin frame. I grab his cock and go to work, and he does the same for me. I can feel his whole body jiggling with each stroke. I kiss him, feeling his thick neck shake from the movement below. Soon, we cum at the same time.

Half an hour later we’re still in bed, my head laying on his puffy chest. We haven’t said a word. It’s not late, and I’m not tired, but I am dozing in and out of sleep. I decide to ask before he decides to leave.

“So…” I start, awkwardly. “You actually did it. You actually got fat.”

Carter takes a beat. “If you can even call me fat yet, yea I guess. I just knew that I wanted you, and that I was tired of going to the gym all the time. I was thinking about becoming a personal trainer, but I hated the thought of making other people fit all the time when I want to look like… Well, like this.” He lets his hand fall on his gut and my head bobs on his chest. “If you weren’t into it, I was just going to play it off as a hardcore bulk.”

“I definitely am into it.” I tell him, genuinely. “Also, if you ever want to go on an actual date, I think I might like that.” I don’t usually fall for guys, but this fat boy is getting to me. Maybe it’s just pillow talk, but I think I might like him.

“Yeah, I think I might like that too.” He says, and pulls me closer.

We spend the rest of the night together, not saying much. It’s nice to just be with him. Before bed I feed him some oreos and milk, which he happily devours. The tubby man can eat like a horse. I don’t ask him to stay the night, but I don’t need to. I fall asleep in his still strong arms.

//

That Friday, we have our first date. I haven’t seen him since that night we spent together. It’s only been a few days, but being away from him has given me some clarity. As much as I hate to admit it: I have a crush. It’s official. I can’t get him out of my mind. Not when I’m in class, not when I’m working out, not even when I’m with my friends. It goes without saying that I’ve been looking forward to this date since the second he left my apartment.

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It’s Friday and I haven’t seen Josh in days. After months of chasing after him, giving him my all, and gaining 55lbs, we finally fucked. Four times. In one night. I’ve never chased after someone like how I chased after him. No matter what I tried, though, he always got pissed off at me for no real reason. I never cared though, I just tried to show him that I’m not as horrible as he thinks. I wish I knew why he always thought I was stalking him. We live right across from each other, went to the same university, and worked out at the same gym. I didn’t think it was a crime to say hello.

Maybe I did go overboard, though. Sometimes, he’d hookup with these gargantuan men. My temper would get the best of me, especially when it was late. Not gonna lie, I was always jealous of those men. They don’t care what size they are, they’re fat and getting fucked by Josh. There’s not more that you could want. At least, there’s not more that I could want. I don’t like to talk about it, but I’ve always wanted to let go and be fat. I fucking love food.

My friends have been concerned, but I tell them I’m just doing a long bulk. I think they see through the bullshit. I used to work out seven days a week, and that’s completely stopped. Before the deal, I can’t remember the last time I had eaten more than 2000 calories in a day. Small portions of grilled chicken salads were replaced with double quarter pounders and dozens of donuts. I think the last time I drank water was a few weeks ago. At first my body rejected soda, but now I can’t start my day without a bottle or two of coke. I received a glass dessert display for a Christmas gift a few years ago, but it hadn’t seen much action until the past few months. I forgot I had a sweet tooth. I know if I want to stuff more in me, I can always handle more sweet shit.

As I shower, I think about the way Josh smiles. I think about how one side of his face lifts slightly higher than the other and how I fall for it every time. I can’t stop playing the moment of when he first saw me after break, dozens of pounds heavier. The shock in his dark eyes, the obvious hard-on in his shorts. I knew he wanted me, and I wanted him like never before. As I lather my body, I realize how utterly fat I’ve gotten over the past two months. Instantly my cock gets hard, but it doesn’t reach the height that it used to reach. There’s too much fat blocking it. I run my hands over my chest and feel it bounce. Deep down I know I want it bigger, I want all of it bigger. I’ve been stuffing myself since the day Josh and I made that deal. I haven’t even worked out, and it shows. My legs aren’t toned, my arms are getting flabby, and my chest is looking more feminine every day.

I dry off and grab a pair of jeans. 36’s and they’re skin tight. I suck in my gut to button them, and it hurts when they finally latch. I put on a white undershirt, knowing that my fat is going to strain the buttons on the size large black button up I’m putting on. Should I wear a bowtie? No, that worked when I was slim, but not anymore. I grab my belt and put it on, but realize I can’t it to reach where it’ll fasten. Fuck. I knew I should’ve bought a bigger one, but I was too busy jerking off and eating Burger King. What about suspenders? No, there’s no way I can tuck in this shirt. Maybe soon my belly will hide my straining pant button, but not yet. I’ll just have to deal with it. I do my hair casually messy in the mirror. I’m still hot as fuck, if you ask me. Just chubby now. Hopefully Josh will be impressed with the tight clothes, I think to myself. I can’t lose him this early in.

At 7pm I make the short walk to his door, wishing that it were colder out tonight. Maybe I could wear a jacket and hide the tight shirt, but that’s not really an option. I knock on the door and Josh quickly answers. He looks adorable in a well-fitting cardigan and black skinny jeans, the kind of jeans I used to wear. As soon as he sees me he pushes his cute glasses up and takes a moment. “Hey,” I say with a smile. I want him to feel comfortable around me.

“Hey.” He says, like he’s not sure what to do. He’s eying me up and down and trying to hold back a smile. He bites his lip, I step closer.

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Carter steps closer to me and I basically lose control. I swear he looks fatter than he did days ago, but maybe it’s just the tight shirt he’s wearing. I wish he weren’t wearing an undershirt, though. Belly peeking through buttons is always a plus. Not to mention that he’s not wearing a belt. I can’t tell if it’s because his jeans are so tight that he doesn’t need one, or if he outgrew his biggest. Despite that, and despite my horniness, I really am glad to see him. That’s why as soon as things get awkward I wrap my arms around him and hug him like a child. I don’t want him to see how he makes me smile an idiot’s smile.

He takes me out to his car, a big truck. I don’t know much about cars, but I know that this is a very douchy truck. Not surprising, but I’m trying to not be judgmental. Conversation with him gets a lot more comfortable as he drives, we actually have a lot in common. Apparently he started out as an art major, too, before his parents pressured him to switch to finance. It surprises me that (ex) Big Dumb Muscle Jock Carter from across the hall actually has a personality, completed with actual emotions.

We arrive at this fancy Brazilian meat restaurant. Carter says that you pay at the beginning and servers walk around you all night offering you different meats. I can’t eat that much but it sounds like the perfect place for him.

Carter pays for me at the beginning, and I’m so thankful. This place is expensive as hell. I ask him if he’d rather go somewhere more affordable, but he says he doesn’t mind. Over dinner, Carter makes sure to say yes to whatever sample of meat is brought to him. 20 minutes in and he’s already covered in exotic barbeque sauce and straining his shirt beyond its limits.

“You might wanna slow down there,” I tell him. “It looks like that shirt might burst.”

“Oh what? You mean like this?” He asks playfully and sits up. He leans over a bit and the second to bottom black button flies off and slides under a table across from us. A few of the men look at us before realizing what happened. I can’t help but laugh. His gut shook for a solid 5 seconds after the button pop. I don’t think this kind of thing usually happens at upscale places, but nobody seems to care.

Conversation continues, and I find out that Carter actually just graduated a semester early with a degree in finance. He recently got a job as an accountant at a law firm, which I guess explains how he can afford this dinner. It’s actually nice getting to know the man behind the musc- well, fat. There’s a lot more to him than I thought. He even compliments the paintings he’s seen in my apartment. I don’t tell him that I painted them, but I do note that he likes them.

~~~~~~~~

I’m getting painfully full as I finish telling Josh about my new job. He really is everything I thought he’d be. He even laughed when I accidentally popped a shirt button from stuffing myself too much.

Speaking of stuffing myself, my pants are really tight. I can’t go on much longer, and I just grabbed a large plate of lamb. I wipe my hands off and, while Josh is talking, subtly reach down under my gut and play with my button until it pops open. My stuffed gut releases itself and I let out a deep breath of relief. Josh looks at me and then looks to the side. He casually covers his mouth, but I know he’s grinning. I think he thinks he hides it well, but his eyes give his smile away. Just for him, I grab a plate of thick sausages from a passing waiter.

////

That date ended in a lot more food, and a lot of fucking. The entire weekend went the same way. Pretty much every weekend since then has, which hasn’t been the best for work. I try to find a good balance between hanging with my new coworkers and being with Josh, but my appetite always pushed me towards Josh. It shows, too. It’s only been a couple more months but damn I’m getting big. I actually have an overhang now, and a real double chin. I get so fucking out of breath, though. We only live on the second floor but I haven’t taken the stairs in so long. Not to mention that it’s getting hot outside. I didn’t know I could sweat this much. Did you know that fat guys sweat under their moobs? Also in between our fat rolls. It’s fucking ridiculous. I can’t tell if 267lbs is worth all this effort. It’s getting hard motivating myself to get up and go to work now, when all I really want to do is eat, fuck, jerk off, and eat more.

I had to buy all new clothes when I hit 240. None of the larges were even close to buttoning, and neither were my pants. I’m glad nobody at work knows that 6 months ago I was body building, but they have noticed that I’ve put on some weight. One day, after a particularly big company lunch, I sat down in my office chair and my ass seam ripped all the way down. I had one of my buddies who, lives in my apartments, bring me another pair, which were equally as tight. I’m just glad I can hide my unbuttoned pants with my belly now. There’s not much I can do about shirts that always fucking ride up, though. I feel like a bloated balloon. A really fat balloon that can’t stop eating and is scared he’s gonna break his desk chair.

Josh fucking loves it though. He eats this shit up like how I eat cake. It’s like I’m getting addicted to fat and sugar, and I think I like it. Sometimes, especially when I’m really full, I’ll just eat more instead of fucking. I’ve been getting more fun out of it, and I can eat so much. I’ve been tracking my calories and usually I don’t eat less than 5,500 a day. I’m used to it; I’ve gotten used to the feeling of always wanting more. I think Josh is getting used to it, too. His favorite thing to do lately is to shove my man boobs together and try to fuck them. They’re not there yet, but I think they will be soon. He’ll fuck any part of me, any part that’s fat. Especially my ass. The other day he told me that my ass cheeks are getting to the size of my belly when I was 230. I almost came right there.

I’ve been gaining really fucking fast. I don’t know if I like it, and last night I brought it up with Josh before we went to get food. I told him I wanted to slow it down, but it was obvious he wanted the opposite. He told me that if I gain 40 more pounds by the end of his semester he’ll be my boyfriend. We never became official, and usually I don’t give a shit about that, but this is different. I’ve told him what I want before, but he has commitment issues. If I ever want this to turn into something other than weekend stuffings, I know what I gotta do.

It’ll be a lot easier now, considering what happened after that conversation.

~~~~~~~~~

Last night I went over to Carter’s place, as I usually do, but he seemed down. Laying on his bed, shirtless and rubbing his basketball sized gut, I assumed he was hungry. But he actually said that he’s been wanting to gain slower, or even stop. He looked so cute and innocent laying on the bed with those fat cheeks that I almost said okay, but in all honesty he’s still pretty skinny in my book. If he wants to be with me, like for real, he’ll have to be bigger. I think he’ll like it, I really do. I’m just not really into relationships. I’ve got way too much other stuff on my plate, and he’s still pressuring me to be with him full time. At the same time, though, he has gained a lot for me. Not to mention we do have fun when we’re together. We’ve only argued once since we’ve been together, and that was over which fried chicken place we should go to.

I told him that if he really wants to be with me, he’d have to gain 40 lbs in two months. If he can do it, I think I’ll know he’s worth getting tied down for. We even shook on it.

After that conversation, shit hit the fan.

We were in Carter’s truck on our way to this new Korean buffet his work friends told him about. He looked really good, at least by my standards. I’ve gotten so used to seeing him in tight, stained old shirts and small sweatpants he’s too lazy to get rid of, that him wearing pants and a dress shirt was basically shocking. He did look really handsome, his thick neck taking up his collar, the way his fat ass and thighs filled out those pants. It’s hard to believe that he almost became a personal trainer. I love the chubby, studly Carter much more than the muscled up asshole I once knew him to be.

We were having our usual conversation, talking about what he’s going to eat for me after the Korean buffet, when we passed a four-way intersection. Some drunk asshole ran his light and Carter, preoccupied with thinking about food, didn’t notice. Luckily he’s okay, kind of. His hip was shattered in the wreck and has been in and out of surgery since. He’s stable now, but everyone is still on edge. Carter’s dad came to see him in the hospital for their first time in months. He barely recognized Carter at first. One of the doctors told him that I’m Carter’s friend, and his dad came to talk to me. He looks a lot like how Carter did when he was fit, just an older version. He asked about the weight gain and the accident, and I lied my ass off. Hopefully it’ll all get sorted out soon.

It’s been a long 24 hours.

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No Rest For The Weary

SPN FanFic

~Y/N and the Winchesters just can’t catch a break.~

Dean x Reader, Sam

6,960 Words

Warnings: It’s a roller coaster. Fluff, bit o’Smut, Angst. Flusmangst. 

A/N: Thank you to @taste-of-dean for the readover (sorry about the prank) and to @idreamofhazel for her amazing beta skills. Couldn’t do it without you. Hope you enjoy. and remember:

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The sun was shining brightly despite the heavy blanket of clouds that drifted across the Kansas sky. Breaks between the heather offered visions of perfect blue, and the air was filled with the promise of summer.

The Impala was speeding down the highway, its freshly washed black exterior gleaming in the sunlight. Tires spun in metallic blurs as Dean pushed her through the sparse mid-morning traffic, leaving Montana in the dust and heading home. The windows were down and wind whipped around the three hunters, lifting their hair and spirits. The rush of air forced them to breathe deeply, filling their lungs with the crisp spring atmosphere, relaxing their bodies and calming their minds.

The case hadn’t been any harder than any case before it, and certainly wouldn’t pale any that came after. But they were tired, muscles sore from lack of sleep and constant movement; their souls in need of restoration. Time off was desperately needed, and as long as Heaven and Hell kept to themselves, maybe they would get some.

As the miles wore on their shoulders settled, their minds calmed, and their smiles returned. Two hours in, laughter returned to the Impala as Sam and Dean argued lightheartedly about the cassette tape Dean had pushed into the stereo.

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“I need a place to stay.” Fp Jones x Reader

TITLE - “I need a place to stay.”
WARNINGS - Swearing, Sexual Scenes, Blood.
WORD COUNT - 2,686
A/N - So I couldn’t kind of get this idea out of my head and after such an overwhelming response for little ol’ me on my last one shot, I just knew I had to post another. This is one of my favourites. So I really hope you like it. Let’s just say things get kind of hot…


Slamming the door loudly and in distress, you stormed down the metal steps and down onto the dirt below. You were furious right now. Your whole body was shaking with the adrenaline that was circling around your body. You couldn’t even see anything but red. And that wasn’t just from the blood that was dripping down from the forehead.

You couldn’t believe what had happened tonight. Actually you could. Because it was a disaster waiting to happen. Like a volcano waiting to erupt and it did tonight. The explosion had just occurred right in front of your very eyes and you were cut up in the cross fire.

Bringing your head up to the sky, almost to ground yourself back down from the anger, you saw the darkness above. Almost similiar to the one in your body right now. But this one had large gloomy clouds covering it, the heavy rain now starting to lash down covering the floor below, just as much as the ones in your eyes wanted to do.

But you couldn’t do that here. You couldn’t break down the way you wanted to out here in the open. You had to go to the only place you could seek refuge for the rest of the night.

Shaking your head, you took a deep breathe and began your journey across the park, your eyes staring intently ahead, trying to ignore the rain splashing around you, as well as any watchful gazes from those who were still up and out, even in the early hours of the morning.

Once you reached your destination, your hands gripped around the metal railing and you forced your muddy covered boots up the steps to the front door. Bringing your bloody fist up to the door, you winced as you knocked on it a few times, hoping they were home and would be able to help.

Because you needed them. Maybe way more than you knew you did. But still. You needed him.

Within a matter of moments, the door to the trailer opened up quickly and an irritated looking man stood behind it, but once he saw it was you stood there, clothes drenched from the rain, blood covering several parts of your body and a look of desperation on your face, it softened.

“I need a place to say.” You told him, your voice soft and your words more of a demand than a suggestion.

Stepping away from the door, Fp allowed you to come inside, not even wanting an explanation as to why, because even just seeing you in this state was enough to make him want to bring you inside and help you through whatever was going on.

But he had a good idea what had caused her so much sorrow tonight.
Coming into the trailer, you went straight over to the cool box in the living room and brought a beer out. Quickly you snapped the lid off of the bottle and took a large swig from the liquid, whilst Fp stood against the side of the wall watching you curiously.

You avoided his eyes on you as you came and took a seat down on the couch, your hands still shaking and your breathing heavy, but now you could just sit down and chill out for a moment, in the safety of this mans home, you knew you would be in a better place soon.

Fp left you for a moment by yourself, you presumed to let you have a moment to calm down, but when he came back through with first aid kit, you knew what was going to come next. It wasn’t just going to be him healing your physical wounds, he would want to know the rawness you felt inside too.

“Are you going to tell me what happened?” He asked as he came over to you.

You shrugged your shoulders at him, “Depends what you want to hear.”

“The truth would be a good start.” Fp bent down in front of you, before he laid the box down on the table behind and opened it up.

“Let’s just say the destruction we all knew what was waiting to happen did finally happen tonight.” You kept your answer brief.

Fp raised his brows up at you slightly, as he brought out some rubbing alcohol to clean your wounds, “You talking about your sister-in-law?”

“Yeah, that bitch.” You grumbled, before taking another swig out of your beer as Fp took hold of your wrist.

“Your brother find out about the affair?” He began to dap the cuts on your knuckles lightly with some cotton, but even that caused you to wince and stop drinking your beer.

Fp rolled his eyes to look at you after hearing your sudden reaction to what he was doing, it wouldn’t have been the first time his touch had sent you over the edge, but that was a story for another time.

“Yep,” You rubbed your lips together uneasily, from both the memories of the last couple of hours, but also from the stinging on your skin, “he saw it with his own two eyes down at the Whyte Worm.”

“And how did he react?” Fp then questioned, before he went to change the cotton for the next wound.

“How do you think he reacted?” You spat back at him, not aiming your anger towards him, but at this whole messy situation, “he was pissed, Fp. He flipped. I flipped.”

“I can see that.” He couldn’t help but smirk, as he brought his face up to meet with yours.

You rolled your eyes at his amusement towards your choice of retaliation, about to go take another sip from your beer, when you suddenly felt his fingers graze the top of your forehead, brushing a few strands of your hair away from your face and your gaze fell straight onto his.

Looking back at him, you felt your stomach drop slightly at his touch on you, his fingers so light and gentle on your face, the last time they had been like that had been many weeks ago, things hadn’t been this close between you two for a long time and it felt just as good as it always did.

But this time it was different. So different. So much had happened.

Noticing your reaction to what he did, Fp tried to ignore the tension now rising in the room and went back to caring for your wounds, as he dabbed the cut on your forehead, where your sister-in-law had thrown a glass at you and it had just skimmed across your skin before crashing into the wall behind.

Swallowing away the lump that had formed in your throat, you cleared it quickly and went back to retelling the story, “She followed us back here. She tried to get him to forgive her and take her back. And I’m sure at one point he was going to, until I stepped in and told her to go, but she wouldn’t take no for an answer..”

Fp finished cleaning the wound, before he leant over and took some gauze tape out of the box, before he began to stick it over the cut on your forehead, wanting to make sure you would heal nicely, both on the outside and in, so he just let you continue on.

“So I tried to drag her out of the trailer, but she just wouldn’t leave, so my brother stepped in, but even his attempts failed, because everytime she kept coming back and trying to worm her way back into his head,” You explained further, as you leant across to put your half drunken beer on the table,

But Fp took it back off and took a swig out of himself, this story enough to make anyone wanting to drink away the drama, but also because he couldn’t deal with this sexual atmosphere that was still lingering in the background at such a serious time.

He wasn’t even sure you felt it too.

But you could. And you did feel it. So very much. It was so strong.

“And I just lost it,” You said as Fp’s eyes came back onto you and his eyes trailed down to the blood that was seeping through your t-shirt, specks of it peeking out the top round the neckline on your skin, so close to where your chest and cleavage were,

And there was that tension, it grew more and more, with just a simple look.

“I-i-i just flipped….”

You found yourself now lost for words, as your eyes met with his once more, your chest tightened and your stomach began to churn with excitement and nerves, the way Fp was looking at you was sending you over the edge.

This man. He made you forget everything. He made you feel so alive even in the dark. Fp jones had you so good.

“I..” Fp even found himself struggling to form a sentence, before he cleared his own throat huskily, “w-what happened there?”

“Uh,” Your gaze dropped down to your chest, where Fp’s own kept moving from your face and to this area of your body, before you confessed what else happened  "that’s not my blood. It’s hers.“

Fp couldn’t help but let out a chuckle, whether it was a nervous one or just one of humour to hear this, "What? What did you do to her?”

“Don’t worry she’s still alive and walking, I mean, just about anyway…” You explained with a small smirk, as you stood up and shrugged yourself out of your leather biker jacket, “I could have done a lot worse.”

“Not a doubt in my mind.” He smirked, as he watched you walk round and headed over to the kitchen.

“Do you think I could borrow a shirt? I mean, I’ll give it back, but I don’t fancy having that snakes blood on my body for a second more.” You said, as you daringly took off your t-shirt to reveal your red lacy bra.

Fp’s eyes lit up slightly to see you stood there, bloody shirt in one hand, the other on your hip, the lacy garment covering your chest, but Fp knew what was behind there, and you knew how teasing this would be for him, but it made all more fun and you needed some fun.

“I take that as a yes.” You spun round on your hip and began to walk through to his room, when you felt his hands quickly wrap around your waist and stop you from moving any further.

Your breath hitched in your throat at his large and warm hands on your body again, his skin touching your own, for the first time in a long time and it felt so damn good to feel it again, it sent shivers to erupt over your skin and this time round, Fp knew what he was doing to you.

“You might have not killed that girl tonight,” He whispered huskily in your ear from behind you, as your teeth grazed against your bottom lip, trying to fight off the uncontrollable smile that was going to plaster all over your face, “but you’re definitely killing me..”

Slowly spinning round to face Fp, your gently laid your hands down on the black t-shirt that covered his chest and looked up at his face, his frame towering over your slightly, “Fp Jones, I thought we agreed..”

“Screw the agreement,” He hissed back at you, looking around your whole face with a smile, “I’m glad you came here, (y/n).”

“Me too.” You smiled back.

A few weeks ago, well many weeks ago, after the last time you had given into the feelings you two had discovered you shared for each other, you had agreed to stay away from each other to try let things simmer out.

Fp was still married to Glady Jones, his wife and he had two children, a son and a daughter, who were still kids. It wasn’t fair on them to rip the family apart more than it already had been. And you respected them all enough to stay away.

But tonight had been so different and hard not to run back to Fp. He had promised to be there for you when you needed him. The same way you told him you would be there when he was ready.

Yet things had happened tonight. And there was no way you wanted to wait a second longer. It had put too much in perspective. You wanted to be with Fp Jones. You needed to be.

Letting go of you, Fp took off the black and white plaid shirt that was covering his upper body and handed it over to you. You went to take it from him, wanting to put it on and wear his shirt, when he moved it away stopping you doing so.

Frowning back at him in confusion, Fp shook his head with a small chuckle, “not yet. We still need to finish cleaning you up first.”

Without even giving you a chance to respond and question him, Fp quickly picked you up and held you high with his hands on the backs of your thighs, your hands came around his neck as you giggled helplessly.

He lowered your body slightly, so your face came into the same level his, before he leaned a little closer, your faces inches apart, as you sighed and felt the tension rise once more. Your eyes teasingly flickered from his eyes down to his lips, wanting to test the water and see if this was what he truly wanted tonight.

Because this was what you wanted. This was what you needed more than anything.

Catching your gaze with his own, Fp broke the gap between the two of you and kissed you, gently and slowly at first, but as he felt you sigh into the kiss and pull him closer, he turned up the heat and embraced you passionately.

Carrying your body and his own out of the kitchen, Fp went over to his bathroom and pulled open the door, he began to take off his shoes as he continued to kiss you, and you kissed him back just as hard, your hands tangling round the back of you, were you took off your bra and let it slide down onto the floor below.

Pulling out of the kiss, Fp grinned back at you as you did the same, before moving your lips onto his jaw, kissing along his stubble as your fingers played with the hairs on the back of his neck, knowing it would send him over the edge as he struggled to turn on the shower beside the two of you.

Once the water was on and working, Fp carefully stood your body back down onto the floor, as you slipped out of your own shoes, whilst he began to take off his pants. You couldn’t help but step back over to him, stopping him from going any further and instead you began to take off his shirt.

The garment dropped to the floor seconds later, before your hands trailed down from his smooth chest and onto his stomach, one of your favourite parts of his whole body, the way it felt up against your own naked body was one of the most comforting things.

Breaking that space between the two of you again, you kissed Fp strongly before you motioned him towards the shower cubicle. Not wanting to waste another moment, Fp picked you back up and stepped under the water with you.

Just like the rain that was crashing down outside. The water collided with your bodies, the two of you still stood in your jeans, but your bare chest exposed and touching, as Fp brought you to your feet again.

The kiss never breaking, not even once, as the water began to wash away the drama of that night, making way for the sun that would rise in the morning, one that was full of warmth and security in the only place you wanted to stay, where Fp also wanted you to stay.

Relentless | Calum Hood Series Pt.7

                                               Part S E V E N

Request: Being the cousin of Ashton Irwin was exciting, especially when invited to their tour to hang out with his best friends. You found yourself becoming fond of Calum Hood, who finds you annoying from your constant appearance. But what would happen if you stopped giving him that attention?

Word Count: 3k+

A/N: 100 notes please, my loves! im so so happy that you love this series and i hope this part gives you a lil somethin to smile about. i promise, calum seems a little better in this part !

Parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty. [DONE]  

                                                    I M A G I N E

Outside the Bar, 1:05 A.M. 

Wind blew through your hair, making music in your ears as you were stood outside of the Finnish bar. It was dimly lit, with few people waiting outside to enter the bar. Calum was still holding your wrist with a tight grip, feeling it go numb just by his touch. 

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I Thought I Lost You

Cassian Andor x Reader

Request 1: Hi! I have a Cassian Andor request. Could you write an imagine where Cassian and the reader are out on a mission together, but they get separated, and when Cassian finds the reader, she’s badly hurt? Then Cassian helps her and just angst and fluff and yeah.

Request 2: Cassian and Reader, where they reunite after being apart for a while?

Warnings: Angst, mentions of torture, death, blood

A/N: Thank you for the requests!! I will try to get at least one up every week. Love you guys!

I do not own anything!!!

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All I Need

Part 4 to “A Muggle?”/”It’s Me”/”I Think We’re In Trouble” Part 1  Part 2  Part 3 

Word Count: 4,495

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“Y/N, are you ready to go to Hogsmead?” Sirius asked, barging into her dorm. “How do you keep doing that?” She muttered, not taking her eyes off of the mirror. “You see, I spend all my time studying the dorm charms rather than the stuff we’re supposed to study,” he smirked. “Little dressed up there to be raiding Hogsmead, aren’t we, Love?” Sirius asked, noticing that Y/N was wearing an infinity scarf over a sweater, with skinny jeans and tall boots-her hair in loose curls and her makeup done; rather than an old flannel with her hair messy and minimal makeup. “I’m not raiding Hogsmead with you guys today,” she shrugged, finishing up applying her lipstick. “What do you mean ‘you’re not raiding Hogsmead with us?’ It’s Saturday. You stayed back with Moony last week, it’s our turn-Why are you putting on lipstick? You never wear lipstick?” Sirius rambled. “I’m going on a date, if you must know,”'Y/N said, leaving the mirror and beginning to search the room for her bag. “No you are not!” Sirius exclaimed.

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Convinced

Request: Could you do Wonho with 8 and 16 please?? Thank you, I love your writing so much!!

8) “Put your pants on.”

16) You and your bias fake a relationship to make your crush jealous

Member: Monsta X Wonho x Y/N x (ft. I.M.)

Type: Fluff/slight smut


“We have to be more convincing,” Hoseok whispered, walking with you in step. You rolled your eyes, scoffed, and continued down the sidewalk. Looking from side to side, you examined the windows of the shops around you, making sure to stop whenever something caught your eye. 

“What was that noise?” Hoseok gasped, grabbing onto your wrist to halt your forward motion. “Did you just laugh at me?”

“No,” you muttered, looking up at him lazily. “What I did was a sound of disgust, not joy.”

“Hey, this was your idea, punk!” he whined, smacking lightly at your arm. You giggled, falling into his chest. He wrapped his arms around you and ruffled your hair, pushing you back gently to stare into your eyes. “You see! This is a good start!”

You and Hoseok had made an arrangement, one you weren’t necessarily the most proud of. Ever since he had introduced you to Changkyun, you had completely melted into a person you didn’t even recognize as being yourself. You flirted, you laughed, and you batted your eyelashes. You had never been the one to obviously throw yourself at a man, but he was the exception. 

But he was so in his own world, he hardly even acknowledged your existence. 

That’s when you approached Hoseok, hoping your friendship would be enough of a reason for him to help you. Surely Changkyun was like any other red-blooded Korean male, and seeing you with someone else would drive him crazy. It would make him realize you weren’t paying as close attention to him anymore. 

It was an easy sell with Hoseok. You two had been inseparable most of the time anyhow, so why not pretend to be a couple? 

Hoseok tilted his head as he looked kindly upon your face. He ruffled your hair again before beginning back down the sidewalk, slowly making his way to the Starship building. 

“Yah, wait up!” you grumbled, shuffling behind him. “How are we not convincing now?”

Hoseok turned, lifting his brows. The ghost of a smile lingered on his lips. “How are we…how are we convincing? You don’t even let me hold your hand, Y/N!” 

“Fine,” you nodded, slipping your hand into his. You were shocked for a moment, allowing your palm to conform to his. Your fingers fit surprisingly well between each other. “Happy?”

“I was happy before you held my hand,” he chuckled, shaking his head and looking down at your now intertwined fingers. “But since I’ve made a mental checklist, I might as well go over it while we’re on the topic. We don’t cuddle, you don’t let me put my arm around you, we’ve never kissed-”

“Hoseok!” you gasped, coming to a quick stop. HIs arm was jerked backwards, nearly toppling over from your sudden halt. “You expect me to kiss you?”

“Heaven forbid!” he grinned. “It’s not like I have cooties, Y/N.”

“Do we really need to get that intimate though?” you sighed, continuing to walk again. 

He squeezed your hand, a large grin on his face. “Well, do you want him to think we’re together, or not?”

You groaned as Hoseok yanked open the door to the Starship building and motioned for you to enter. 

“What? What is wrong with me?” Hoseok laughed, trying to hide how offended he was. 

“I mean…it’s not like you’re a disgusting blob or anything,” you hummed. “I’ve just never thought about it.”

“I’m not asking you to think of me in that light,” he sighed. “I’m just telling you that if you want to catch his attention, you’ll have to be more convincing. We told all of the members we were dating and then literally nothing changed.” 

You followed Hoseok into the practice room, plopping onto one of the benches situated across from the mirrors. You traced his outline through your reflections, a small smile appearing as you did so. He definitely wasn’t hard to look at. To be honest, Hoseok was probably the best fake boyfriend someone could have. Incredibly attractive, caring, and always willing to take things to the next level.

“So what? Are we supposed to start making out all over the place?” you sighed, half joking as you looked up at Hoseok through your lashes. 

“Well that wouldn’t be the most terrible situation,” he chuckled with a wink. 

You groaned, reaching over to smack him as he stood before you. “What do you think will do it? How are we going to catch his attention?”

Hoseok let out a deep breath, beginning to pace before you. He looked pained before he spoke. “Changkyunnie is tough. It’s mostly because his thoughts are always hovering elsewhere. Unless he’s concentrated on music, there isn’t much concentration on anything else…

…but apparently you’re into that.”

“Apparently,” you groaned. “This isn’t helping.”

“I don’t know! First and foremost, we actually start acting like a couple. Starting now,” he nodded. 

“Now,” you nodded. “But we have to lay down some ground rules.”

“I hate rules,” Hoseok whined. You stood as well, now beginning your own pacing. 

“Kisses, but no make outs. Hand holding, but no butt grabs. Cuddling, but-”

“No sex, yeah yeah, all the tame stuff,” Hoseok sighed, rolling his eyes. “Should we practice the kiss thing now or wing it in front of the members?”

You spun around, eying him carefully. You searched his face, your own growing warm simply by looking at his expression. He bit his lip, lifting his brows as he waited patiently for your response. 

“Maybe we should get the first one out of the way now,” you whispered, averting your eyes so you wouldn’t have to look at him. 

You looked back up just as Hoseok began to cross the small space between you, a smile tugging at one side of his mouth. He remained silent as he angled his head, lifting his hand up slowly to caress your chin. 

“Hoseok,” you hissed, turning your head so you wouldn’t have to look at him. He kept his fingers placed on your chin as he traced down your jaw before dropping his hand again. He dipped his own face, catching your lips as he straightened his back again. He shifted his feet to secure his stance, tugging at your belt loops to pull you in just a little bit closer. 

You were surprised at the force behind his kiss, his lips working overtime to say all of the things neither of you could. There was a want behind his motions that you had never recognized before. You were surprised at yourself as you reciprocated, your hands moving from your sides to slowly crawl up his chest, only halting once they were wrapped around the back of his neck. You played with the small hairs at his nape, eventually running your hands up to get a full grip of his longer layers on top. There were no reservations in either of your motions, moving independently of your thoughts. 

Hoseok groaned into your mouth as he pressed his palms into your lower back, your chests flat against each other. He bit at your lower lip, causing you to gasp at the foreign feeling. He chuckled just as his tongue slid into your mouth, still fighting for dominance he already had. 

“Hoseok,” you gasped, leaning back to catch your breath. He wasted no time planting his lips on your neck, biting and sucking down the tender flesh and causing you to whine. 

Your body had taken complete control, governing over your mind as your hands slid back down his chiseled chest and rested on top of his belt. You lifted up his shirt, feeling the soft skin and hard muscles hidden beneath the cotton and fingered the leather of his belt. 

He bit at your collar bone, taking in a sharp intake of breath as your nails trailed over the flesh of his lower stomach. You began to tug at his belt with more fervor than before, determined to spring it loose. 

“You said no sex,” he whispered, chuckling softly in your ear. 

“No, YOU said no sex,” you insisted, tugging at his belt and letting it fall to the floor. You unbuttoned his jeans, his Calvin Klein’s now visible. 

Hoseok wiggled his eyebrows before diving into your neck again, causing you to shiver. He took a few more steps forward, navigating your back to the mirrored wall. He lifted up your leg, grinding slowly into your jeans. So much for only pretending. 

“Um…Wonho hyung, put your pants on,” a timid voice stuttered near the door. You and Hoseok both looked up, a mix of fear and surprise on both of your faces. 

“Yah, Changkyun!” Hoseok gasped, dropping your leg. His fingers flew in an attempt at buttoning his pants. His cheeks were now painted a bright red as he stared at his younger member. You took a few cautious steps, pulling yourself from your friend and wincing. 

You were distraught for only a moment by Changkyun’s sudden appearance, but not for the reason you had expected. You were more upset by having to untangle yourself from Hoseok than how this all looked to the younger man. 

“I mean…I’ve seen you without your pants on, but some of the manager noonas might not be able to handle it. They already blush around you when you have clothes on,” Changkyun chuckled, entering the room and plopping on a bench. His gaze lingered on you for a moment before looking down at his mobile.  

Hoseok stumbled behind you, his chest close on your back and voice hot in your ear. He spoke low enough for only you to hear. “We’ve probably got him convinced now.”

You spun, looking over your shoulder at Changkyun to confirm that he was thoroughly lost in whatever was on his phone before you began to speak. 

“The problem is…I think you’ve got me convinced now too.”

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anonymous asked:

Hey 😃Maybe a Bellarke Fic were something dramatic has just happened and they go back to their room and suddenly everything is silent and calm and they clean each other's wounds? Maybe in cannonverse ? Your blog is amazing and you are a blessing thank you

Omg thank you :’) I’m sorry it took me forever to get to this but I hope you like it. Not TOTALLY sure if the title is 100% applicable but it’s super bellarkey anyway so. ALSO! This is 4x06 spec

Hello Love, My Invincible Friend

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Fandom: The 100
Pairing: Bellarke
Rating: G, I guess
Words: 1,441

On her forehead there’s a slash from which blood trickles in a steady flow into Clarke’s eye. She feels a bruise blossoming across her cheekbone. Her head pounds in her temples and between her brows, a sharp ache that rears its ugly head with each second that passes.

But Clarke has jumped hundreds of feet into violent waters. She’s opened her own stitches and slit her skin to cut deals. She wrestled a damn jaguar and survived.

She’s dealt with worse.

Bellamy has too, but that doesn’t quell the fear bubbling in Clarke’s gut like a waking volcano when she looks at him now.

His jacket is thrown onto the bed, leaving him with only his t-shirt to veil the gash sliced along his bicep. Blood drips in a curtain down his arm, staining the fabric of his shirt and falling in thick drops to the floor. With his opposite hand, Bellamy tries rolling up his sleeve to get a better look at the damage. When he fumbles, frustrated, Clarke crosses the room to help him.

It’s the first time since Trikru attacked them on their way to Becca’s lab that Clarke has seen the injury, and when she does, she can’t help the shallow breath she sucks in. Bellamy tenses. Clarke knows the blood makes it look worse than it actually is, but even so, she can tell slapping a band aid on this one won’t fix it.

Over the lump in her throat, she says “I need to clean this,” and hurries to the attached bathroom to wet a cloth. “And stitch it.” She grabs her first aid kit from their traveling bag. “And probably amputate it.”

What?”

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Edmund X Reader: Betrothed

Prompt/ask: Anonymous asked: Hey can you do an imagine where the reader and Peter or Edmund are dating, but due to royal duties, the king has to break their relationship up to go marry some other princess. And the reader is heartbroken but stays professional and diplomatic just to see him happy. Oh and I love your stories btw!

Word count: 851

Warnings: Very mild swearing

Setting: Golden Age


Hearing bad news is never easy. Hearing bad news from someone you love is much worse. 

You thought you’d be alright, thought that this wouldn’t have as much of an effect on you as it did. But when Edmund sat you down and explained what was to happen, you broke down. Not outwardly, of course, but nevertheless. 

It was in the days that followed that you truly began to think about what it all meant. What…being without Edmund meant. And, in turn, you became livid. His words still echoed in your mind, unable to escape.

“I still love you”

“I swear, it’s just for the sake of Narnia”

“Royal duties, Y/n ”

But none of these explanations filled the void left by what was to happen the following week. 

Edmund, the man whom you had been courting for no less than three years, was expected to marry a duchess in Terebinthia.

“You look stunning if it isn’t, uh…obvious.”

You looked up from the wine settling in your goblet to face the sculpted features of Edmund Pevensie. He was smiling, but the smile didn’t seem to match his eyes. 

An incoherent noise of acknowledgment escaped your lips as you fixed your eyes on the crimson liquid yet again.

 “Y/n-” He started, but you cut him off by harshly lifting the goblet to your pursed lips. The lively music in the hall was dying down, and a small wave of clapping could be heard from the center of the room. 

“Look, I know you’ve been trying to avoid me after-”

 “No.” You interrupted simply, lowering your wine and looking at him from across the able with a blank expression. Edmund sighed. 

It was true, you had been avoiding him, but, naturally, for good reason. This ball was in honor of his betrothal, after all. Were you expected to be jolly?

You glanced around the hall, seeing the cheerful smiles plastered across the faces of young maidens and the small chortles coming from Lords of Narnia chatting with the High King. The music had started up again.

You inhaled sharply, taking another sip of the aged Narnian wine. You and Edmund were the only two that had remained seated. 

“Uh, I really meant what I said, you know,” Edmund started again. 

You rolled your eyes discreetly, settling your cup on the linen tablecloth and leaning over it a little. “And what is that, exactly?”

 “You really do look lovely.” 

“I believe you said stunning earlier, but…no matter.” You said calmly, a small smirk forming on your lips as you leaned back again.

 Edmund raised an arched eyebrow. “You know, there’s no need to act this way towards me.” It was clear that he was beginning to get a bit irritated. 

“Oh, really?” You scoffed, “Actually, I think I have nearly every right to do so, Your Highness.” You put a sharp emphasis on ‘Your Highness’, looking rather pleased with yourself as the words left your lips.

“Don’t call me that.” 

“Why not, hm? I’m not a royal, Edmund. It isn’t as if I’m betrothed to a King.” 

You could feel the anger building up and rising in your throat as you shoved your chair back with a brisk motion and stood up. 

Edmund gave you a pleading look. “Y/n-”

“Please excuse me.” You growled under your breath, walking out of the great hall with your hands clutching the folds of your dress. 

You brushed off the concerned looks from passers by as you stepped out of the brass doors that contained the room, a single tear making its way down your cheek. 

You were shaking now. You knew all of this wasn’t Edmund’s fault, but the unsettling feeling in your chest wouldn’t vanish. You felt as if a piece of you had been torn away. 

With a muffled sob, you fell to the floor against a wide grandfather clock in the corridor, your gown spreading out under you. 

In the silence of the hallway, you heard a small cough coming from your left.

“I hope you realize trying to keep your distance from me in no way lessens my attraction for you.”

You looked up from the marble floor beneath you up to a pale-faced Edmund. “Oh?” You croaked out. 

“Oh, to hell with it all.” Edmund whispered ruggedly. He held out his hand for you to rise to his level, and you took it, though you knew not why. 

“Y/n, I’m not doing this. I don’t give a rat’s ass about a damn girl in-” 

You interrupted him with a small giggle. 

“What?” Edmund asked, rather annoyed.

“Rat’s ass?” You said quietly, meeting his eyes now.

“Y/n?” Edmund asked at a volume that matched your own, a gentle smile forming on his dry lips.

“Yes?” 

“I love you.”

“Ed-”

“No,” Edmund said, louder now, “No ‘Ed’. I don’t care. I love you and-and I don’t care.”

 His face was now so close to your own that you could feel his warm breath against your lips. “I’m not leaving you. I won’t.” 

And, as Edmund’s lips brushed against your own, his words were confirmed.

Shower Rendezvous {Jung Hoseok} ~ceasefire~

Prompt: Shower sex with J-Hope

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Word Count:1k

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Panicking And Flirting.

Jughead x Reader 

A/N: SO SORRY FOR MY INACTIVITY

Summary: Reader has a panic attack but Jug comes and saves the day but not forgetting to make sure he sees his damsel in distress later on for dinner. 

Words: 1407

Warnings: It could be triggering but it’s really not anything too intense.


Originally posted by mallverine

I didn’t really tell people about my anxiety because no one actually payed enough attention to notice or to care so I would just live life as normal and hope I could avoid situations that I knew made me anxious and panicky. This was hard because even though I had anxiety I still tried to be as out going and confident which made it hard to try balance the two.

But today was different, so many things were going horribly and I was actually surprised that I had held it together this long. I walked in the student lounge and set my bag on a table to try find something to eat because I felt like I was going to be sick. I wasn’t alone for long because soon after the school jock, Reggie, walked in with his little minions and a few other people like Archie Andrews and Betty Cooper walked in and sat on the couches.

Not finding anything in my bag I took money from my pocket and went to the vending machine in hopes they would have a energy bar. I just got to the vending machine when Reggie stepped in front of me, I tried to ignore it and move to the side but he kept following me and all his friends were laughing or passing around snarky remarks.

“What’s wrong (Y/N/N) am I in your way?” He slurred meanly as he stood over, getting too close in general.

“Please Reggie.” I whispered and tried stepping to one side to get past but he mimicked my move.

“Sorry princess, I didn’t hear you.” He smirked, I turned around and started walking away when he pulled me by me jacket sleeve. I got pulled back and was now leaned against the cold vending machine while Reggie snatched my money away from me, “What would you like?” He purred, I know this was just playful boy flirting but it was too much. My anxiety was over the roof and I couldn’t stop it now, I was pushed too far and there was no turning back.

I just stared at him in shock and helplessness, "Helllooo earth to (Y/N).” He mocked, all his friends started laughing and I couldn’t help it any longer, the tears just fell and there was no point in stopping them now. A confused expression came over Reggie’s face  before he started laughing hysterically. I was now shaking, with tears running down my face, sobs and breaths choking in my throat and had a group of teenage boys laughing at me.

“Hey assholes! What the fuck are you doing.” I heard someone say from the end of the room, the laughter grew from the boys.

“We did nothing, she just started freaking out.” Reggie said between his laughs.

“Get out, all of you.” The voice said, I could see him in the corner of my eye, dark hair and a smallish frame. “Before I call Weatherbee.”

“Okay, calm done Mr. detective.” Reggie laughed, “Come boys, lets go.” He called and walked out the room with his friends.

I felt two hands wrap around my shoulder, they felt softer than the voice’s, I didn’t open my eyes as they lead me to one of the couches and sat me down. I opened my eyes, they burned and I was still shaking, battling to breath, my stomach doing flips, and my hair matted to my wet cheeks.

“(Y/N) it’s Betty, and Archie and Veronica and, you know what it’s the whole gang here actually,” she chuckled slightly, “Just relax, breath in… and out.” She carried on for a while until I calmed down a little. I sat there for a good thirty seconds after she got me to stop crying, the all watched me, which wasn’t making things better. I looked around the room, Veronica and Archie giving me emphatic smiles but when my eyes fell on Jughead he looked panicked himself. I looked over at Betty, she saw my shy expression and chased Veronica and Archie off to get us all food. Betty told me to stay where I was while she got me a new shirt from her gym locker because I had used mine to wipe away my tears.

As she walked out the room Jug turned to me, “Are you okay (Y/N/N)?” He got up and sat next to me carefully and handed me his jacket.

“Yes, thank you Jug.” I said and gave him a teary smile as I draped the jacket over my shoulders.

“You’re still shaking.” He pointed out, I sighed when he continued “What’s wrong, because I feel like that there.” He pointed in the direction of the vending machine, “Was the tipping point of something much worse.“ He talked with a soft tone as his gaze raked over me.

"It’s been a long day.” I said, he was clearly unsatisfied with my answer because he sighed and looked at me like I needed to explain further but when I remained silent he didn’t give up.

“Have you eaten?” He interrogated me further. I shamefully shook my head, his eyes widened slightly and he began to rummage through his backpack only to pull out a bag of chips and handed them to me. I held them as we spoke not wanting to eat his food. “You’ll be fine now right, just a sugar low? Do you need water?”

“It’s just my anxiety, Juggie.” I said quickly with a soft voice. “Relax, I’m fine now.”

He looked up, his brows furrowed together in confusion, “I never knew…”

“Because I’ve never told anyone.” I cut him off while shaking my head.

“But Betty knew, when I got up to make them stop, she knew what to do.” He stared at the ground with his elbows on his knees.

"Betty has dealt with it before…” I replied back monotonously.

“Oh.” He frowned and fiddled with his dark hair for a moment, “But you’ll be okay right?” He said taking my hand for reassurance.

“Yeah,” I said taking his hand and smiling at him, “Thanks for helping Jug.” I squeezed his hand and settled back into the couch.

“Anytime.” He said with a grin. We sat in silence for a few seconds, my heart went from racing because of fear to excitement. “Do you want to come to Pop’s tonight with me? We could talk more about this?” He motioned to in between us with a giddy smile on his face.

“And what would this be?” I smirked playfully.

“So you don’t want a this?” He acted sad but then squeezed my hand making sure I knew he was joking. “So, Pop’s tonight?” His eagerness evident in his tone.

I could feel the blood rush to my face, he arched an eyebrow waiting for an answer. Just when I was going to say yes Archie and Veronica walked in and I mentally groaned, why couldn’t they’ve waited two more seconds?

“Turkey sandwich madam?” Veronica placed the neatly packaged sandwich on my lap and Archie handed me a bottle of water.

“Thanks guys.” I said immediately unwrapping the food and taking a huge bite, I could feel my stomach settle almost instantly. Jughead had pulled his hand away from mine when they entered the room but that didn’t stop him from giving me sweet glances, every time he looked over at me I couldn’t help but get butterflies.

I looked over at Jughead because he was staring at me, he mouth Pop’s  and shrugged his shoulders I then gave him a quick nod and we turned back to the conversation. I watched the grin grow on his face as he pretended to listen to Veronica. The bell went and Archie shot up saying something about forgetting his math homework and left the three of us alone.

Jughead stood up stretching and then held a hand out for me, “I’ve sorta got AP English now.” He said as I took his hand and pulled myself up next to him, “but I’ll see you later.” He smirked and fixed his hair before heading off to class. I grinned and felt the blush burn on my cheeks.

“Was that what I think it was?” Veronica squealed, I bit back a smile and nodded causing her to erupt in a fit of giggles and squeals, “Come on we have to find Betty!” she exclaimed and took my hand dragging me down the corridor.

Height Difference- Jeff Atkins x Reader

this was a request that I got at the beginning of the week but me being me is only getting to it now due to finals! hope this wasn’t too shit! 😁💓

warnings: bullying(?)

info: the reader is bullied for their height, and Jeff being Jeff steps in and comforts them :)

Originally posted by wkom



    Being 4'11 in Junior year is not a fun story, let me tell you that. Constant remarks of “Shortie” and “Midget” are basically part of my everyday routine at this point. However, today was a different story. Considering as it was 95 degrees and sunny outside, I decided to step out of my comfort zone and wear shorts. Walking into school, everything was fine. The usual remarks were made, but no horrid jokes on my size…. that is until I got to my locker. 

   My locker is unfortunately right near Zach Dempsey’s, where all his little jock friends hang out in the morning, so there there was no shock factor when Bryce approached me, looking down upon me.

   “Hey y/n! Did you get those shorts from the kids section? Seems like they’re the only ones that’ll fit you!” Bryce smears, turning to laugh with his jock friends before turning back to me. I shake my head, and let out a huff.

   “Hey Bryce, that was a real good one!” I snap back, looking him up and down. “You know, it’s a real shame with all that money you have you can’t afford some manners.” I say as his face drops. Quite oooo’s come from behind me as Bryce gets closer, pushing me against my locker.

   “You watch what you say little girl,” he says, empathizing on “little”, “you don’t want to get me upset” he breaths into my ear. He reaches behind my back and pulls me in, our faces inches apart. I look down at the ground, but his hand squeezes my face, making me look at him. I shut my eyes, expecting the worse, but i feel the pressure of his large body fall off me. When I open my eyes, I see Jeff standing there, holding Bryce by the collar of his shirt.

   “What the fuck Walker. What do you think you’re doing?” Jeff yells at Bryce, letting go of his collar and pushing him slightly.

   “Dude, chill. I wasn’t going to do anything. With her height the cops might think she’s 8.” Bryce says, smirking at me. Jeff shakes his head and turns to look at me, making eye contact. His eyes search mine before turning back to Bryce and gripping his shoulders.

   “Bryce, shut the fuck up. Get the hell out of here.” Jeff proclaims, shoving Walker into his group of friends. Bryce takes one more look at me before smirking and shrugging.

   “Whatever man.” He says, turning around and walking down the hallway. Jeff turns to face me, stepping towards me.

   “Hey, you alright?” He asks, genuine concern in his voice. I nod my head and smile up at him.

   “I am now. Thank you.” I say, looking into his eyes. His eyes once more search mine, bending down so our faces are the same level. Before I know it, my lips are on his, moving in sync. Breaking the kiss, I look up at him, turning my head sideways.

   “What was that?” I ask smiling, now facing him.

   “Consider it payment for me saving you.” Jeff says, giving me his million dollar smile and winking. I just laugh and shake my head, looking down at his now extended hand. I grab onto it, letting him walk me to my first class, the butterflies in my stomach never truly going away.


FUCK IM SO SORRY THIS WAS SHIT I HAD NO IDEA WHERE I WAS GOING WITH THIS STORY. ZERO DEVELOPMENT LMAO IM SORRYYYY

Harder Ro, Harder! ~Naughty November~

Prompt: can I have a rough choking smut of roman reigns? pls thxxx love you!

Pairing: Roman x Reader

Word Count: 675

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