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Trained To Fight - Derek Hale Imagine

Characters: Derek Hale, Scott McCall, Kira Yukimura, Liam Dunbar, Mason Hewitt, Stiles Stilinski, Werewolf!Reader.


Originally posted by expressivedolphin

“Stop. You’re doing it wrong.” Derek told you, lifting your arm with his foot.

You groan and sit up, swiping the sweat off of your forehead. “I’ve been doing it wrong for an hour, Derek. Let me move on.”

He squats down to your height. “You’ll move on when you stop doing it wrong. Now start again.”

You sigh and lay back on your stomach, pushing yourself up on your arms.

You were a newbie to the whole supernatural world but Scott had told you that you were doing better than he did. You were bitten by Liam. It happened right after Scott had bitten him and he’s apologized profusely since. Derek has been training you and Liam at separate times. He’s especially rough on you and it gets hard to cope with sometimes.

“Y/N, if you ever want to learn to control your change you have to do this right!” He shouted and you exhaled loudly.

“If I ever want to learn to control my change I should ask Scott to teach me! All you ever do is nag and tell me I’m doing it wrong! When we aren’t training you’re rude and cocky and I’m sick of your disgusting personality!” You stand up and grab your keys. You flip him off before walking out the door. You slam the door behind you and jog out to your car. You think of the expression on his face. He looked hurt, but all the things you told him were true.

After your training session with Derek you were supposed to be at Scott’s for a pack meeting. He told you it was okay to shower there and that Kira had probably left something there you could wear.

You arrive at his house and quickly shower. You wrap yourself in a towel and pad to Scott’s room. He’d laid out one of his shirts and a pair of Kira’s shorts. You changed and went back downstairs. Everyone had arrived while you were gone so you quietly sat on the couch. You noticed Derek standing in the corner, his eyes focused on you.

You made eye contact with him and then rolled your eyes, averting your attention to Scott.

Your pack meetings were never meetings, it was more of a large hangout with everyone in the pack. “Stiles, did you bring the beer?” Scott asks and Stiles nods.

“I just don’t understand why you asked the most non-threatening person here to do it. I can’t go all wolfy on anyone. Besides isn’t Derek 21?” He looks over at Derek and Derek shrugs.

“That’s none of your business.” Derek replies and Scott laughs. You and Stiles share an annoyed look.

“Hey, Derek, how’s training going?” Scott threw a look over his shoulder at Derek.

“Liam’s doing great, he’s picking it up quickly.”

“What about Y/N?” Scott smiles at you.

“She’s..not great. In fact she’s probably one of the worst I’ve seen.” He raises an eyebrow at you and you scrunch your nose, huffing as you look away from him. You catch his smirk from the corner of your eye.

“I’m sure she’s not the worst..” Scott tries to defend you.

“You should see her. It’s pathetic really.” You flick your eyes to him and stand up. “I’d be better if you weren’t so tough on me.”

Derek starts to walk toward you. “I have to be tough on you. You’re terrible. Now I get why you’re the only one who doesn’t get invited to fight.”

You shake your head as he nears. “You’re a terrible teacher. I could get better tips on controlling my change from a sidewalk crack.” You cross your arms.

You hear Stiles spit out his beer, laughing. “God, you’re great.” He mutters and you smirk back at Derek.

At this point you and Derek were inches apart. “I wish you were more like Liam. You’re so idiotic. You can’t and you won’t learn anything. You’re better off as an omega.”

You cock your head to the side and whisper. “Then kick me out of the pack. I’d rather be alone than have to spend all of my time with you.”

“If I could kick you out I would. God, I wish I could.” He grits his teeth.

You flash your eyes at him and you feel your claws start to poke through. “Go to hell, asshole.”

Derek flashes his eyes back, trying to tell you to back down. At this point you were closer than you’d ever been to him, your chests were flush. “I knew I should’ve let Scott train you. I tried to take you under my wing, I thought you had potential. Now I know you’re just a pathetic little girl. You’re a sad excuse for a werewolf and it offends me you’d even call yourself apart of the pack.”

You scoff. “All you do is sulk around. You bitch and whine about your family all of the time. Don’t think I don’t hear you. You are the absolute worst person I’ve ever met, and that’s saying a lot considering I’ve met murderous psychopaths. I may be a sad excuse for a werewolf, but you, Derek Hale, are a sad excuse for a person. I hope you feel better now.” You push him off of you and go up to Scott’s room.

You sigh into your hands, trying to fight off the tears. You looked up to Derek, you thought of him as an older brother even. That all changed when you were bit. He seemed even more unbearable when you were in heat. It had only happened once but he wouldn’t even look at you. He was disgusted.

You knew you couldn’t cry because everyone would hear you. You sat in silence for about an hour before grabbing your keys and going downstairs.

Derek catches you at the bottom of the stairs. “Hey, I-”

You put a hand up. “Shove it, Hale.” You spit and you push past him.

“Y/N, where are you going?” Liam pokes his head up at you.

“Home.” You mumble and head for the door. You remember you’re in Scott’s shirt and you have it off and tossed at him before you can process your thoughts. You had a sports bra on, so there was nothing to see but you still smelled someone. You scanned the room and tried to pinpoint who’s arousal you caught but you didn’t care enough to stay to find out. “Bye guys. Kira I’ll get these back to you tomorrow.” She waves as you close the door.

The next day everyone was schedule to meet at Deaton’s to talk. Deaton wasn’t even in town but you guys needed a safe place. You’d had a Tinder date planned for a couple weeks so you were obviously over dressed. You’d felt online dating was a bit of a leap at your age but you still tried it. You walked in, sporting a pair of red stilettos. You had a black dress on that gathered at the waist. You’d curled your hair and done a full face of makeup. You felt way better than you had the previous night.

You heard Mason whistle and you laughed. “Shut up. I just wanted to make an appearance.”

He laughs. “Well you did. Quite a great one too.”

You head to the back room and everyone’s head peeked up at your entrance.

“Hey I can’t stay long, I have a date but I was hoping you guys could fill me in.” You smile. “Sure, come over here.” Scott waves you over. Derek’s eyes follow you as you walk.

You whip your head around to look at him. “Take a picture. It’ll last longer.”

“Who’s your date?” Derek blurts out.

“Why do you care?” You cross your arms.

“Here we go again.” Scott says under his breath.

“I’m just wondering. I uh..I just wanted to make sure you were being safe.” You see everyone exchange glances.

“Since when do you care about my safety?” You roll your eyes and listen to Scott as he tells you what plan they’ve come up with.

Your date was a bust. You’d worn your good thong for nothing and all you could think about was a bowl of macaroni and cheese and a glass of wine.

You walk in the door and you’re greeted by Scott. “What the hell? How’d you-”

“Not important.” Scott interrupts.“You’re into Derek aren’t you?”

You’re caught off guard. “What? No.” You try to say casually and Scott smirks.

“That’s all I need. Bye!” He walks out and your left in your empty apartment mildly confused. You spend most of your time wondering how, as a twenty-two year old woman, you spent all of your time with high school kids. They were all pretty mature, but sometimes they were a handful.

You didn’t want to go to training but you knew you had to. Derek never told you how bad you really were and now you feel like you need to prove yourself. You decide to dress up for the occasion. You wear a blue sports bra with matching athletic pants. You tie your shoes before leaving for Derek’s.

You weren’t sure he even knew you were coming. You were shocked to see everyone there when you walked in.

“Who’re you so dressed up for, Y/N?” Stiles wiggles his eyebrows at you.

“I’m not dressed up. Shut up.” You roll your eyes.

“Ready?” You ask Derek and he nods.

“I’m sure he is.” Scott looked at you two playfully.

You caught a whiff of someone and you sighed. You smelled arousal again. If you’d known everyone would be here with their hormones you would’ve worn a shirt.

“I’ll take you out back.” Derek mutters.

“As a matter of fact, he’ll take you anywhere.” Stiles smirks.

“Shut up, Stiles.” You and Derek said in unison.

“In my defense I was just enhancing the vibe.” Stiles throws his hands up.

“What vibe?” You cross your arms.

“Oh, you know..the overwhelming sexual tension.” Kira says casually.

You roll your eyes. You had feelings for Derek, yeah..but he didn’t reciprocate so why should you dwell on it?

“Oh, can it. All of you.” You shake your head. Derek leads you to the backyard and you start stretching. As you bent forward to touch your toes the scent of arousal grew stronger.

The scent was masked by cologne as a pair of strong hands gripped your waist.

“Relax. I’m just spotting you.”

“I don’t need spotted for stretches.” You stand up and grab a blanket, spreading it out before lying on your back. You pull a knee to your chest and Derek kneels in front of you, putting weight on it.

“You know what my mom used to tell me to make training easier?” Derek says, making small talk.

“What?” You switched knees.

“She told me to tell her a story. Usually I just told her about my day, but it made it more bearable.”

You move to your hands and knees, reaching back to grab your ankle. “It probably helps to have someone who loves you training you. Someone who cares about you.” You look over your shoulder at him as he pulls back on your ankle.

“You have that. You have that probably more than I did.” Derek replies. You drop your ankle and look at him. Did he just say he loves you?

“What did you just say?” You ask slowly.

“I think I just confessed my love for you.” Derek rubs his eyes.

“You…” You point at yourself as the two of you stand.

“It’s too late to change what I said now..but yes. I love you like crazy actually.”

You were going to milk this. “What do you love?” You smirk.

“God, what isn’t there to love? I love your smart mouth, the way you scrunch your face up when I annoy you, I love how you smell after you’ve been outside, I…honestly? I just love you.”

At this point you probably look like a cartoon character, when their hearts are pounding out of their chest. “I love you too.” You say quickly. You didn’t mean to say it, it just slipped out.

The both of you immediately are attached, your lips fitting perfectly together. You smell the arousal again, just now linking that it was Derek. You didn’t want to know before, because of how turned on you got when you caught the scent. You were afraid you’d be attracted to a high schooler.

Derek picks you up, somehow managing to stay in sync with your lips. You both pull away and lay your foreheads on each other.

“Why were you such an asshole to me?” You say quietly.

“I didn’t want you to feel obligated to date me if you knew I was in love with you.” He shrugs.

“Do you really think I’m as pathetic as you said?” You ask.

“Not at all, I just love when you’re mad.” He chuckled.

“I’m sorry for comparing you to a murderer.” You laugh.

“It’s okay. It’s kind of fitting.” Derek laughs with you.

The two of you are torn from each other by the sound of cheers and applause. You see everyone on the porch clapping and you roll your eyes.

“For God’s sake, go back inside!” You yell and they laugh.

“We should probably go back to my place.” You whisper in his ear and he smirks.

“Fine by me.”

Raven knew he knew who she was.

It was obvious, the way his stare would linger on the back of her head as she walked by him in the halls. The way his sentences would simply cut off the moment she stepped into view, and he would let his words hang in silence until she walked away.

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Request - Hi! I was thinking it would be really cute if the reader was short and sam makes fun of her for it but he actually loves picking her up during sex :3 you’re an amazing writer btw love your work.


Hope you like x

Sam has always teased you about your height. Like the fact you couldn’t reach things without help. Or that when you wore one of his shirts it looked like a dress, and usually you’d just brush it off. You’d call him gigantor and tell him not to smash his head on the ceiling, but not today.

Today you were feeling pretty low as it was, no particular reason just one of those days and everything seemed to be annoying you. So the last thing you needed was Sam and his teasing. You hear him walk into the kitchen behind you as you were drying a plate.

“Hey Thumbelina” he laughs as he places a kiss on your head. 

You normally found that sweet but right now you found it down right patronising. You turn and glare up at him, his smile fades when he sees your face and a frown appears in its place.

“Fuck you Sam!” You snarl as you go to walk from the kitchen,  he grabs your hand but you pull it from his grasp. You hear him call after you but you ignore him.

You stalk the halls of the bunker on your way to your room. Hips swaying in your denim skirt as you went.

“Hey Y/n, you ok?” Dean asks seeing the scowl on your face. Glancing at him as you pass you growl 

“I’m fine!” Slamming your door behind you, leaving a very confused Dean in the hallway. 

You look around the room, you can’t remember the last time you were in here. You’d been living in Sam’s room for months now, most of your clothes were there. You spot some shoes in the corner, black stilettos sporting a 4 inch heel you picked them up inspecting them.

Most on your shoes had a 4 inch heel to be truthful. It wasn’t easy being short, especially when your boyfriend was 6 foot 4! You sigh flopping back on your bed. You had a skill for walking in things like these, some people had problem walking in heels. You could not only walk but run, hunt and generally kick ass in them. Ok not stilettos but still it was impressive.

A knock at your door snaps you from your thoughts. You know it’s Sam, you felt guilty for snapping at him.  He had no idea you were having a bad day. He knocked again, you sighed 

“It’s open Sam” you mumble, knowing he’d hear you, the man had ears like a fucking puppy. Sure enough the door know turns.

He pops his head around the door looking sad. You drop the shoes on the floor as you sit up to face him. He walks into the room closing the door behind him. 

“Hey” he said quietly, you look up at him, he looked like a scolded schoolboy “I’m sorry.." 

"Yeah me too” you nod you stand up wrapping your arms around his torso, you feel his arms engulf you holding you close.

“What’s going on Y/n? Normally you just tease me right back….” He asks stroking your hair relaxing you. 

“Just fed up of people taking the piss out of my height. I know I’m short, I don’t need reminding….its bad enough I get random comments in the street. But when demons start…guess I just feel like there’s something wrong with me" 

Sam reaches his hand from your chin tilting your head so your eyes meet his.

"There is nothing wrong with you, you are perfect. I love you! I love your smile. I love your eyes, your figure, and I love your height” you smile at him as his thumb rubs gently over your cheek. As he leans in and kissed you sweetly. 

“and I love you that you wear those stupidly sexy heels” he smirks making you rolls your eyes. He slid down your body, collecting the discarded shoes, slipping them on your feet, fastening them in place. 

You watch him as he does,  his large hand slipping up and down your calf. It was the sexiest Cinderella moment you could think of. He dragged his hands up the silky skin of your legs as he stood back up.

 "You know what else I love?“ You swallow the lump that formed in your throat, before shaking your head. 

"I love that I can do this” he reaches down grabbing the back of your legs, lifting you up effortlessly wrapping you legs around him.

“See? Perfect…..” he was right, this was perfect. Your hips flush with his. Your hands able to run through his hair. The perfect height to kiss him. Just perfect.

He walks forward until your back connects with the door. He kisses you soundly before dropping lips drop to your neck. You let out a deep moan as he bites the skin, marking you as his. He runs his hands down you sides. Burning a pathway in your skin beneath you clothes with his fingers.  

You roll your hips into him making him groan against your neck. He drops you to your feet,  removing your shirt and skirt until you are standing before him in nothing but black lace underwear and stilettos. 

He grows at the sight of you. He pulls you up again slamming you back against the wall. Anyone who saw Sam Winchester would expect him to be sweet and innocent in the bedroom, and they’d be partially right, but sometimes he could be so dominant it made you tremble.  

Tonight was clearly one of those nights. The silly fight had gotten to him and now here he was, fingers digging into your hips, his mouth devouring yours, grinding his hardness mercilessly against you. It gave you that feeling that you were going to struggle walking in the morning.

You pull his shirt over his head running your hands over the tight muscles in his back,  your nails scratching as you go. He bit you lip lightly as he let you push down his jeans,  leaving him wonderfully naked against you. He reached down, his fingers grazing over your lace panties.

You throw your head back slamming your eyes shut at the sensation. 

“Eyes on me, you close your eyes I stop, understand?” he smirks at you, you nod frantically, begging him to continue

He reaches his hand into your panties, and into you silky folds. Groaning at how wet you were. 

“God Y/n, so wet for me” he whispers to you making you whimper as he flicks his finger over your clit. 

He dives his finger into you, thrusting it in and out slowly. You fight against the need to close  your eyes as shivers of ecstasy flow through you. 

“Good girl” he praise,  picking up speed, rewarding you for your obedience. 

You lean forward kissing him, panting into his mouth. He pulls away to see your reaction as he curls his finger against your g spot.  You head slams back into the wall and he stops instantly, making to pull his hand from you. 

You grip his arm tightly in response. 

“No! No, I’m sorry, I’ll be good.  I promise,  I’m sorry.  Please Sammy, please” you beg unashamedly. You feel his cock twitch against your ass as you beg for him.

He growls deep in the back of his throat,  it’s a sound you’ve never heard him make before, and for a second you fear you’d done something wrong. 

He pulls his hand away, grabs the side of your lace panties and literally rips them from you, discarding the remains of the lace on the floor, before slamming into you hard.  You come instantly and the welcome fullness. You scream hard, writhing against him.

He lets you come down from your high, kissing you deeply as you do and you respond without thought. 

“You want more baby?” You nod,  nuzzling your nose against his, as he lazily shifts his hips. “Tell me how much”

He’s so sexy when he’s like this, his eyes dark, his lips rough. So demanding,  you know what he wants,  he wants you to beg him again,  so you do.

“Please Sam, I need you so much baby. Fuck, please!”

He slams his lips to yours, kissing you passionately, before pulling put of you and slamming back in. His hips crashing into yours deliciously. He pounded into to your roughly,  hitting every nerve perfectly. 

“So fucking tight, you’re so fucking perfect Y/n” you whimper at his words. Overwhelmed by every feeling,  coursing through you. 

You feel yourself tightening around him

“Sam I’m so close… ” he picks up his pace to an almost inhuman speed.

“Come for me baby” he pants into your ear. 

Your eyes roll back as pure bliss as your orgasm crashes over you. You bite down on Sam’s shoulder. 

“Fuck! Y/n!” He slammed into you hard his own orgasm consuming him. His head drops, taking you lips in his kissing you tenderly.  He pulls back resting his head on yours, gazing lovingly in your eyes smiling.

“See? I told you, perfect”



Born to Prewett family squibs (yes, those Prewetts, of the “Sacred 28”), Mafalda Prewett had magic, and ambition. With both she has risen highly and is now the most deadly quill at the Wixenomist, the one whose scathing commentary never fails to bring the needlessly boastful and outright liars to their knees. Even without her quill to hand she can stun people into silence - even her own Hogwarts housemates, as we found at the Muggle-born Yule Charity Ball, when she threw a glass of champagne in the (somehow redeemed) face of Draco Malfoy after he suggested the negative actions of Slytherins were solely due to ill-acceptance.

Having worked against her own housemates by being a spy for the now famed Dumbledore’s Army, Ms. Prewett is also known for her fantasy-fantastic fashion sense, sporting striking snakeskin stiletto heels (which, yes, have stabbed through a mans foot before), silvery serpent-styled jewellery, and eye-catching eye make-up. Rumour has it she possesses a set of dress robes made of basilisk skin, though how she obtained them is a mystery. Nonetheless we at Witch Weekly wouldn’t put it past the viper-quilled queen of Slytherins to have managed it.

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(This incarnation of Mafalda Prewett is the creation of thepostmodernpottercompendium who kindly let me use her for this series.)

"Girl Almighty" – 1D Preference

Inspiration for this preference came from this beautiful post, in honor of National Women’s Day! 

And a very fitting title, thanks to One Direction ;) So, I raise a toast to all of you beautiful, kind, thoughtful, and inspirational women in this world. You, are all the Girl Almighty to me. xx 

N I A L L: “Y'almost ready in dare?” Niall called, a hint of teasing in his Irish accent. Walking to the bedroom he found you lacing up a pair of black converse tennis shoes. You flash him a raised eyebrow look that says; I’ll be ready when I’m ready. He’s stopped part way through the door, shoulder propped against the wood frame as he watches you with a questioning look in his eye. He’s become so used to seeing you sport countless pairs of stiletto heels on your petite feet. Choosing height over comfort, no matter the occasion.  “What, no heels t’day, princess?” he quipped, watching the way your fingers gathered each string before looping them into a neat bow. You let out a soft giggle, shrugging indifferently. As you finished tying the last bow, you peered up at him with a confident smile in place. “I’m just not feeling them today, I guess.” Strutting over to where he stood, you rose skillfully onto the tips of your toes. Pulling him down with a hand slipped around the back of his neck, you pecked him softly on the lips. “Besides, I know you love being so much taller than me,” you whispered demurely. Letting out a throaty chuckle, he nodded in agreement. There was nothing he adored more than the sassy remarks you never failed to throw his way. “Yer right, I do,” he agreed, cupping your cheek as he stared fondly into your eyes, “but I love yer confidence even more.”  


H A R R Y: Staring at yourself in the full-length mirror, your face fell. Unhappy with the way every piece of clothing you owned seemed to cling to your stomach. You were supposed to be attending a dinner with Harry, and a few record label executives tonight. But the longer you looked in the mirror, the more upset you became with what you saw reflected back at you. There was a mountain of clothing lying in a heap near the foot of the bed as a beacon of your self-loathing. Glancing at the time displayed on your cellphone you saw that you had less than half an hour to finish getting ready before Harry would be home. Letting out a frustrated groan, you threw the last dress on top of the other rejects, and collapsed on the bed. You hadn’t heard Harry enter, and the sound of his voice startled you when he spoke your name. “What’s wrong? Y/N, you’re not dressed. Are you feeling okay, love?” His gaze flicked around the room, spotting the forgotten dresses. He could see there had been tears in your eyes when he looked at you, evidence of your frustration left upon your cheeks. You shook your head, silently begging him not to ask. Instead, he knelt in front of you, taking your hands between his large palms. “Listen to me,” he pleaded, tipping your chin up with his knuckle, “you, are beautiful.” He kissed you lightly, leaving a slow trail over every inch of your exposed skin as he spoke, “Perfect, exactly as you are. And I love every inch of you.”  


L I A M: Liam stopped in the doorway of the bathroom, watching as you applied a coat of mascara to your impressively long eyelashes. You’d always been the type to layer on your makeup– foundation, eyeliner, blush– you name it, you wore it. And everyday Liam would watch as the girl he loved, transformed her self, with a mountain of beauty products. But today, he noticed you being much more cautious. Your movements were slower, the number of products littering the bathroom counter much smaller in quantity. Catching his reflection in the mirror, you turned to face him. “What?” you asked, concern filling your tone of voice when you saw a new look on Liam’s face. “No nothing,” he assured with a smile as he took a step further into the room, “you’re wearing less makeup than usual, that’s all.” Glancing from your boyfriend, back to your own face in the mirror, you studied what you saw staring back at you. “Do I… should I, uh, put more on?” you asked, voice quiet with sudden self-consciousness. “No, oh God no. That’s not what I meant,” Liam said, coming to stand behind you. He placed both hands tenderly around your waist, chin resting gently on your shoulder while he too studied the girl he saw in the mirror. “You’re beautiful,” he stated. His voice was so sure. So confident, even when he met your worried gaze. Love seemed to pour out of the smile he wore, and from the affectionate way he kissed your cheek. “Makeup never changes that,” he whispered, “you’re beautiful, always.”    


L O U I S: Louis walked into the kitchen, pulling a mug from one of the cupboards overhead. “Still at it there, love?” he asked, concern evident in his soft voice. “Mhmm,” you mumbled, eyes never leaving the surface in front of you as you flipped to an empty sheet of paper in your notebook. You’d spent all morning, and the majority of this beautiful Sunday afternoon with your torso hunched over the kitchen table. Your eyes were glued to the pile of books and papers you kept sprawled out around you. A pen locked between thumb and forefinger, you absentmindedly chewed the plastic end as you read from one of your many textbooks. Louis’ brows furrowed as he watched you. The ponytail in your hair was half falling out, and he could see the dark circles, from a lack of rest, forming beneath each of your eyes. “Maybe ya need a break,” Louis said, filling the kettle as he prepared a cup of tea near the sink, “I could make you somethin’ to eat. Or we could watch a movie, or…” He let his words trail off, your concentration still fastened on the papers in front of you. Crossing the small room with a thoughtful smile, he took the seat next to yours. “Babe,” he whispered, looping his fingers through your free hand. “Lou, I’m sorry,” you said, finally looking up at him, “I know I’ve been neglecting you all day, and all I talk about is this dumb class, but I–“ Louis put a hand up to caress your cheek, stopping you. “None of that matters to me, love. I was just gonna say, I’m proud of you. You work so damn hard, and never lose sight of what you want,” he shrugged, his smile reaching his eyes, “and, I’m proud of you.”


Z A Y N: “I’m exhausted,” you sighed, kicking off each of your heels the second you stepped through the front door of your apartment. “Agreed,” Zayn said, shrugging the leather jacket from his shoulders, before hanging it on one of the hooks mounted on the wall. “I’m gonna go change,” you murmured, “you should pick a movie for us to watch.” You heard his mumbled agreement, the sounds of a cork being popped out of a bottle of wine telling you he was now in the kitchen. Reaching your bedroom you wasted no time in sliding the tight red dress down your body, letting the silky fabric pool around your feet. Trading the form-fitting fabric for a loose pair of sweatpants, and a plain t-shirt, you quickly tugged the pony holder from around your hair. Letting each strand fall in natural waves around your face. When you turned back around you spotted Zayn with a glass of wine gripped in each hand. He was studying you, those deep brown eyes boring into your body in deep concentration. “What? What’s wrong?” you asked, tugging on your shirt to inspect the fabric for a stain you hadn’t seen. “You’re gorgeous,” he whispered, eyes scanning you from head to toe. You scoffed, shaking your head at him. “I’m wearing a ratty old pair of sweats, Zayn.” He cocked his head, gaze coming to meet yours with a look of seriousness filling his eyes. “I didn’t say the clothes were gorgeous,” he reiterated, “but the girl in them sure as hell is.”

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Your street (internet?) cred as a freelance blogger takes a hit when you don’t even realize you haven’t blogged on your own website – your baby! – in a solid week. 

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Now that the launch is out of the way, I’ll be back blogging even more than before.

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Amber Rose ends Mother’s Day celebrations with a bang as she goes out with rapper boyfriend Machine Gun Kelly in NYC

Amber Rose celebrated Mother’s Day in New York City with latest rapper boyfriend, Machine Gun Kelly.
The 31-year-old single mother and her 25-year-old companion were seen partying with friends at Cafe Felix in SoHo.
Though at times looking a little lost, the tattoo’d couple appeared to enjoy each other’s company as they made their way.

Her grey two-part dress connected in the back as a single piece, but separated in the front revealing a white drawstring to tie the waist band, while the top of the dress hung loosely to cover

The material appeared to be of a stretchy-cotton fabric and covered an usual amount of her chest by starting at the base of her neck and only revealing her arms.

Extending right above her knee, the rest of her legs were left bare while she sported dainty thin-strap nude stiletto heels.  

Amber’s arm candy wore a black short-sleeve t-shirt with the sleeves cuffed and a collar under shirt showing above the neck line.
Paired with the unusually preppy top were unique shorts that sported patches of various logos and what resembled a construction waist apron in the front.
Leather black combat boots covered his feet while he sported a shaved-sides ponytail pulled straight back.

The south Philadelphia native is usually very loud on her social media accounts, but Sunday yielded zero posts from her as she presumably spent the holiday with her two-year-old son Sebastian.
Ending the mommy-honoring day with a bang, she went out for some fun with her Cleveland bread boyfriend and a few of their friends.
The performing pair snuggled close to each other during parts of their walk when Amber slipped her arm inside his while holding a black clutch in her opposite hand

Amber’s rise to fame occurred while dating Kanye West from 2008 to 2010 after he spotted her in his music video.
She later married rapper Wiz Khalifa in 2013 after having son Sebastian Taylor Thomaz at the beginning of that year.
After a year and a half of marriage, the hip hop model filed for divorce with the intention to take full custody of baby Sebastian.  

Trying to expand her unique assets onto paper, the self-assumed author plans to release a book called ‘How to Be a Bad Bitch,’ on October 27, 2015.
Rose defined a 'Bad Bitch’ in complete noun form as 'A self-respecting, strong female who has everything together. This consists of body, mind, finances and swagger; a woman who gets her way by any means necessary.’
Her book will serve as a personal guide in sharing the secrets to being successful and confident and achieving that which makes one an official Bad Bitch.