this day has had too many feelings

The Baker - Gainer Fic

The Baker

John prepared the last cake for the day, letting it bake while he wiped some sweat off his forehead and tidied his clothes. This cake was not one for sale, but rather a cake for his date to come and try. He had no luck in the dating world since he hadn’t been looking very often. He finally decided to give tinder a try and agreed to meet with a man named Matt later that evening.

He was always very busy with work- he was a baker at a little pastry shop named “Delicate Bites.” The fact that they were meeting up at the shop showed just how often he spent at his work.

“Damn, I haven’t been on a date in a while… I hope it goes well” he said. He looked in the mirror. There was a bit of flour on his shirt from work earlier. He hurriedly tried to brush it off. He had a clean faux hawk, a defined jawline, and nice cheekbones. He had a nicely toned body. It wasn’t extremely muscular but it had some muscle on it, and barely any fat. He was considered extremely attractive. In fact, his customers often came just to see him!

The cake was ready, and he hurriedly cut it up and prepared a slice for his date. He promised his date he would let him try a piece, and he didn’t want to disappoint.

Not long after, Matt arrived. They exchanged their greetings and had nice conversation.

“I never expected a hunk like you to work at a bakery” Matt said. “I would’ve expected someone a little pudgier, you know, since you’re around cakes all the time.” Matt was pretty pudgy himself. What seemed to be a permanent freshman fifteen also had an extra sophomore thirty and a junior twenty on it. He had nice facial hair and his body was very hairy. He had some muscle, but there was definitely some fat on his body too.

“Well, I make the cakes for customers, I usually don’t eat them myself” John said, chuckling.

They hit it off right away. They had similar interests, beliefs, and goals for the future. John wanted to stop working at the bakery and make more money. He wanted to settle down and stop thinking about work. John wanted to settle down too.

The date ended way later than either of them expected.

“You know John, I’m the CEO of a new product called Miracle Butter. I’m having a party tomorrow at my place to promote my product. Would you like to come and make some cakes for it? I can pay you double what you make here” Matt proposed.

“Really?” John asked. “That… that sounds amazing! I’d love to!” he said happily.

Matt kissed John on the forehead. He stood about an inch taller than him. “Excellent. I’ll see you at my place tomorrow”

John happily said goodbye and prepared for the party the next day.

—–

When John arrived to Matt’s house, he was in awe by how big it was. It could almost be described as a mansion. “Wow, he makes a big buck…” John thought to himself.

He walked inside and was greeted by Matt at the door. “Hey, glad you can make it” Matt said with a smile.

“I’m glad too” John replied.

“We need 4 cakes” Matt said. “Guests will be arriving in three hours, will you be able to bake the cakes by then?”

“Of course” John said.

“Perfect!” Matt replied. “One more thing… can you use Miracle Butter instead of regular butter?”

John nodded. “Of course!” he said.

“Perfect” Matt replied. He gave him a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll be back soon”

John immediately started getting to work. He prepared the cakes as he normally did- flour, sugar, eggs, and added the Miracle Butter as well. The Butter was a darker yellow color than regular butter, and smelled delicious.

“Wow, this stuff smells good” John said. He continued and prepared the cake as usual, placing them all the large convection oven that Matt had. The oven easily fit the cakes, and could’ve fit 4 more.

When the cakes were ready, Matt returned. “What a lovely aroma” Matt said

“Thanks” John said, blushing. “I hope you like them”

“Well, why don’t you give them a try?” Matt asked. “You deserve to know how they taste, don’t you?”

“Oh, I never eat my cakes though” John replied.

“I insist!” Matt said.

John shrugged. “Well, I would like to try your Miracle Butter. Sure!”

He took a small sliver of one of the cakes and tried it. Immediately, he began to drool and his eyes widened. “This is… delicious…” he said. “Unbelievably delicious”

“Hmmmm, seems it worked” Matt thought to himself. The Miracle Butter he had created was a product that contained a hypnotic property. Whoever ate the butter would feel like all food tasted delicious, and would be compelled to gorge themselves.

“Go head, have some” Matt said. “You look like you want more”

John didn’t ask twice. He immediately cut another slice and grabbed it in his hand, stuffing it into his mouth. “Oh gosh, this is delicious” he said in between chews.

Matt watched as John continued to eat the cake, almost mesmerized by it. John ate another slice, and then another. After three slices, he stopped using the knife and started to grab at more cake with his hands, stuffing it into his mouth like a vacuum cleaner.

Matt smiled as he witnessed John’s belly bloating up from the cake. Pretty soon, John ate half the cake.

“Why eat cake without icing though? It’ll taste even better” Matt said.

“Even better?!” John asked. “Give me!”

Matt gave John the can of icing, which John started to scoop directly into his mouth between bites.

“Yes… definitely a worthy pig” Matt thought to himself as he witnessed John down the entire cake and start on the next one.

Pretty soon, John finished the second cake as well. His mouth and clothes were a mess of cake crumbs and icing, and his belt with about to fly off from how bloated he was.

John began to regain his senses. “Oh…. Whoah…. Wait a moment….” He looked at the two empty cake trays before him. Cakes meant to serve 20 people each. “Did I…. did I just eat two whole cakes?!” he said. He was in awe.

“You did” Matt said. “Seems like you were hungry”

“Oh god…. How many calories is that? I can’t believe this…” he replied. “I feel sick…”

“Hey, it’s ok. Why don’t you sleep over today? I’ll cancel the party and you can rest and feel better in the morning”

John nodded. “Yeah… I can use that” he said.

John walked over to Matt’s room and passed out on his bed into a fullness-induced deep sleep.

Matt went to the kitchen and prepared tomorrow’s meal.

“Oh he’s gonna grow alright” Matt said, smiling. “He’s going to grow real nice”

—–

John woke up the next day still feeling a little sick. “I can’t believe I ate all that” he said to himself. “Matt, I’m so so sorry…”

Matt sat down next to him, a large cup in his hand. “That’s alright” he said. “It happens. Here, have this- it’ll wash down what you ate yesterday. It’s a protein shake. You go to the gym right?”

John nodded. “Thank you so much Matt. I appreciate this”

John drank the concoction, a mixture of Boost VHC, ice cream, heavy cream, and Miracle Butter. What was a “protein shake” was really a high calorie gainer shake that was over two thousand calories.

The moment John drank it, he knew he wanted more. The Miracle Butter was working again. He chugged the drink down, and it slipped down his cheeks onto his neck. Under the effects of Miracle Butter, he was a messy eater indeed.

“Oh baby, that was so delicious” John said, smiling excitedly.

Matt chuckled. “It seems so. It seems you’re excited, in more ways than one”

John looked down. “Huh?” he noticed a large bulge in his pants. “Oh, must be morning wood” he said, chuckling. “Anyways, have any more of that shake?”

Matt nodded. “Of course. Let me just go to the bathroom first” he said.

John nodded, awaiting his return. In that moment, however, he acted on his impulsive hunger and ran to the kitchen. He downed the cakes that were there in just ten minutes. By the time Matt came back, he was almost done with the last cake.

“John! The cakes!” Matt said, frowning.

John blushed. “I… I was hungry…” he said sheepishly. His bloat was huge. His stomach was like a beach ball at that point. His shirt was barely hanging on.

“Hmmmm, John, you can’t keep doing this. You’re going to need to be punished” he said, walking closer to him.

He pulled John’s shirt off and slipped it off his body. John’s boner got bigger. He started sweating. “Oh, Matt… I…”

Matt smirked. “Let’s do it, right here, right now” he said, pushing John down onto the table.

“I… I haven’t bottomed before” John said.

“There’s a first time for everything, isn’t there?” Matt asked, rubbing his crotch against John’s ass.

John rubbed his ass back.

While they started their foreplay, Matt reached for some cake and shoved it into John’s mouth. John ate it ravenously, soon begging for more.

“Yes… more cake please…” he said, all while getting fucked by Matt.

They continued until they both came, sighing with contentedness.

“Oh Mat… that was so fucking hot….” John said. “Uh… did I eat two cakes again?”

Matt nodded. “You seem to have developed quite the appetite” he said.

John blushed. “I… should go lie down again” he said.

Matt directed him to the room again, where John rested after drinking another gainer shake to ‘wash the cake down.’

—–

The process repeated for the next two weeks. John was wake up after gorging himself, apologize, intend to go to work, but then fatten up all over again when he tasted the powerful Miracle Butter that Matt fed him.

Soon, John’s clothes didn’t fit anymore. Matt noticed this and decided to lend him his clothes under the guise of “not wanting him to smell bad in the same clothes.”

Matt had hidden all the mirrors in the house before John stayed. John didn’t suspect it, but he was growing into a pig. With an excess of 5000 calories a day, he had gained around twenty pounds in just two weeks.

—–

“Hey Matt, I’m going to run to work. I feel like I haven’t been there in forever. How many days has it even been?” John said.

Matt shrugged. “I’m not sure. But I’ve enjoyed these days with you so far”

John smiled. “I have too, but I don’t want to lose my job, you know?”

Matt nodded. “I understand” he said. “Will you be coming back tonight?”

“Yes” John replied. “I’ll come back and we can have dinner together”

—–

When John arrived to work, everyone was staring at his newly acquired belly. It didn’t help that the old work shirt he had on him barely fit anymore. It was stretched out over his new pudge, the shirt barely covering his roundness and rising up if he lifted his arms to expose his new belly.

“I must be bloated from the cake…” John said, sighing. “Guess I’ll have to poop it out”

The customers all were shocked. His jawline was covered by some newly acquired fat. His cheeks had gotten rounder. His belly welcomed them, peeking out of his shirt.

“Wow… you’ve been eating those cakes too huh?” one of his customers asked.

—–

“Where have you been, John?!” his manager asked when he arrived. He looked down at his belly. “Oh wow, jeez, have you been pigging out or something?”

John blushed. “I… no, I’m just bloated” he said.

For some reason though, he felt himself getting hard.

“Ok then, just… please for the love of god get a new shirt, your belly is sticking out” his manager said, slapping it before walking away.

John felt the precum staining his pants. Why was he so turned on at that moment? Why did he love it when his manager told him that?

He shrugged it off and decided to work so he could see Matt later. At the end of his shift, he decided to have some cake before leaving, despite his indulgences in the past two weeks.

When he arrived, Matt greeted him. “Hey, you look cute in that shirt” Matt said.

John frowned. “Have I gotten fatter?” he asked.

Matt shrugged. “You might just be bloated. Or… you could be turning into my little piggy” he said, chuckling. “I’m just joking”

John got hard again. “I should really hit the gym” he said. “I’ll go tonight”

“You’re going to need this if you’re going to hit the gym” Matt said, handing him a ‘protein shake’

“Thanks, baby” John said, downing it. With that, the cycle resumed yet again.

John gorged himself on everything he could find in the house, which Matt had fully stocked with fatty foods.

“Maybe I’ll just hit the gym tomorrow…” John said in between bites.

—–

Two months passed. John stopped going to work, instead residing at Matt’s to make him cakes on occasion. Matt didn’t mind this at all. He paid John generously too- in money but also in food.

John woke up and walked to the kitchen. Matt’s clothes were now very tight on him. “Good morning baby” he said.

In the kitchen was a scale. And an object covered by sheets.

“What’s this?” John asked.

Matt took the sheets off the object, revealing a full body mirror. “It’s a mirror, why don’t you look in it?”

John casually walked up to the mirror. “Uh… ok” he said. “Yeah, now that I think about it, I haven’t looked in the mirror in ages”

When he witnessed his reflection, his jaw dropped. “Wh- what?! Is this thing broken?! I…”

John was almost unrecognizable in the mirror. His chiseled jawline and rock-hard cheeks were rounded like a ball. A double chin inhabited the area where only one chin lived before. His chest stuck out in front of him- the amount of fat could fit into a bra at that point. His belly was swollen and large, a big ball in front of him. His legs were thick large trunks. No longer did he have visible muscles and abs.

“How… how did I get like this!? Is this a joke?! I thought I was just bloated, I….”

John was in disbelief.

Matt pointed to the scale.

John stepped on it. “250 pounds” it read. John shook his head. “No way…. No way…!” he said. “This is impossible! How did I get so damn fat!?

“You’re fatter than me, babe” Matt said. “Way fatter” he chuckled. “You really let yourself go. You’ve become my piggy, haven’t you?”

“What?!” John said. “You’ve been trying to make me fatter!?”

Matt shrugged. “Your underwear right now makes it seem like you like it”

John was furious, but simultaneously blushing.

“You know what? Fuck it. I’m leaving” John said.

Matt shrugged. “Go ahead, go back with your parents. They’ll comment on how fat a pig you’ve become in the past few months. They won’t even be able to believe it. I mean, look at those stretch marks, the way your body jiggles, those pepperoni nipples… Babe, you won’t even be able to fit in your old clothes when you get home” Matt said.

He reached toward a cake on the cable and held it up to John’s mouth. “Now, if you’re a good piggy you’ll accept your fate and eat”

John’s boner was raging. He turned his head. “I’m not going to” he said.

Matt held the cake in place. It only took a few seconds for John to turn around and fall to temptation. He reached out and took the cake from Matt’s cake, stuffing it into his face.

“That’s right piggy, eat up. We need to get you fatter…” Matt said smirking. “You’re my pig now, so you’ll do as I say and eat when I want, understand?”

“Yes…” John moaned.

“Show some respect, piggy” Matt said.

“Yes, daddy….” John replied.

“Hmmm, I like it. You’re going to make an excellent pig”

He stripped John down to nudity. “Alright pig, sit. Pigs don’t use utensils now do they?”

John sat on the floor.

Matt immediately brought him a gainer shake with donuts. “Eat, pig”

John did as he was told. He ate the cake with his mouth, making a mess all over his face, chest, and belly. Matt fed him the shake and he gulped it down faster than he ever gulped before, some of the liquid dropping down onto his belly.

“Clean up” Matt commanded.

John immediately scooped pieces of food and drink from his chest and belly and started eating.

“What a fucking pig” Matt said, observing his fatboy. John had completely let go, giving in to his greedy desires.

They decided to fuck after John’s meal, but John was so greedy that he ate cake while Matt fucked him in the ass, grabbing his belly and slapping his fat, which jiggled.

—–

A year later, John had ballooned into a giant pile of pure fat. They had followed the routine daily- Matt fed him and fucked him. John would relax and then they’d start all over again. At this point, he was so big that Matt got creative with how he fucked- he fucked his rolls, his belly button, his fat pad, and all the other crevices that his fat created when it rolled out onto each other.

Matt had installed a weight scale on the bed for John.

That day, he was grabbing John’s rolls while fucking them. John was eating cake with icing out of the pan, getting crumbs all over the bed.

“Typical fucking fatty” Matt said, teasing John and slapping his belly.

John continued eating, barely able to talk with all the food in his mouth.

Matt noticed that the scale, which was calibrated to John’s weight, read 650.

“You know, when I told you you were my piggy the other day, I lied” Matt said.

John looked confused.

“You’re not my piggy, you’re my fucking fatboy hog” he clarified. “Now open your mouth and keep eating, fatso” Matt commanded.

“Yes daddy… I’m just your fat hog… I can’t stop eating…” John moaned as Matt fucked his rolls.

They both came at the same time, Matt in John’s rolls and John in his fat pad, where his dick now resided. Immediately, John continued to eat, scooping some of the cum from under his roll onto his cake.

“Fucking hog” Matt commented. “You can’t stop eating, can you?”

John continued. Just over a year ago he was a chiseled jock with a sick pack, and now he was a mountain of lard.

And he wanted more. He would be 700 in no time. He would be a hog for life.

2

My study space // 31-1-2016
January has generally been insane for me, so many things happened within one month. It was a month of constantly challenging myself to get better. I slept less (I had too), I explored more, I studied intensely, I took more photos that the previous months, I developed better habits, I laughed a lot, but also cried some more.
There where hella productive days, but there also days that I didn’t feel like getting up from bed. Everyone has days like that, and we need to accept it. We are not machines, we are humans and we all need some rest every now and then. Learn to love your procrastinating self, as well as your productive one -just don’t overdo it. Before you start any project, assignment or any errand, make peace with yourself, and appreciate every tiny bit of effort you put in it. You’ll have a better time completing your task.
I hope February is gonna be a good month as well, for me, and you too!

Religion is Complicated

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Title: Religion is Complicated

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader

Word Count: 1,583

Warnings: angst, and small amounts of fluff

A/N: This was requested by an anon! I hope you all enjoy Satan Sunday <3 <3 Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3

The rain pelted your clothes as you sat on the curb outside your house.  You weren’t sure where you were going to go.  Your family had always been strict with their religion and their rules.  You didn’t mean to upset them with your opinion.  Apparently having an opinion was earned in your home.  You realized this a little too late.

Tears streamed down your face as you sat in the rain.  It didn’t matter what happened, you now had nowhere to live, nowhere to eat, and nowhere to bathe.  This had to be one of the worst days of your life.

“Religion can be so complicated,” an unfamiliar voice uttered, as a tall man towered over you.  His hair was blond and his eyes were blue.  He was wearing jeans and a brown shirt with a green over shirt on top of it.  “I broke too many rules once.  My father kicked me out too.”

Keep reading

Zooming out
Gaining perspective
Life’s not really quite what I had expected

There’s more to experience than I thought
So much up and down
Too much round and round

I swear every day changes drastically
Some are like I’ve fallen into a love story
Others make me feel like I couldn’t be any more boring

But no matter how many times it changes
I don’t seem to have any luck
In this one spot of my life I am stuck

Nothing moves me forward
No matter how much I have fought
Nothing, nothing advances my plot

Sometimes, I can’t remember that my life has a purpose

shklance at the carnival
  • lance and shiro are banned from several booths
    • not because they cheat but because the booths are obviously rigged and they still manage to win a lot
  • keith is actually so bad at carnival games but mostly cause he’s got bad luck and is easily frustrated
  • but he’s the best of all of them at not falling on his ass inside those fun houses with moving floors and rotating rooms he’s got that shit on lock
  • lance wins them prizes at the aiming/shooter games
  • shiro wins them prizes at the strength testing games
    • every time shiro is looking cool af after winning a strength testing game lance squeals and jumps into his arms dramatically proclaiming “MY HERO <3”
    • keith rolls his eyes at them but snaps a photo because he’s a cheese like that
  • cotton candy kisses
    • lance loves the sweet taste
    • keith doesn’t like the stickiness on his cheeks but he tolerates it cause he loves them
    • plus they litter his cheeks with kisses and it tickles so it makes him giggle
  • keith and lance use roller coasters and rides for competition
    • first to say uncle has to wear the silly hat
    • said hat is the only prize keith managed to win by randomly picking a rubber duck with a star on the bottom (only luck he had all day)
    • shiro likes roller coasters but there’s no Thrill in them for him
    • but it’s cute to see lance and keith scream-laughing and having fun
  • lance names a cute little black dog plushie keith and keith blushes
  • shiro names this cute little smug looking tabby cat plushie lance and lance dIES
  • lance and keith holding shiro’s hands and guiding him to open spaces when he’s feeling too claustrophobic cause of crowds
  • lance taking so many selfies with them both
  • so many
  • they all have things theyre bad and good at but they all have fun
  • until the haunted house
    • lance is super superstitious, and only agreed to go in cause he KNOWS it’s all people in costumes that aren’t actually messing with some bruja bullshit
    • keith squints suspiciously at everything but is otherwise oddly calm
    • shiro has died, his soul has left the building, his skin has gone  clammy and pale, he’s constantly stopping himself from making a tea kettle noise
      • lance, clinging to shiro: youll protect me right babe
      • shiro, edging further away: i cant read suddenly i dont know 
      • keith: this is…a verbal conversation??? 
      • [some noise sounds in the distance]
      • shiro: [makes a tea kettle noise and fuckn bOLTS]
      • lance: bABE NOOOOOO
      • keith: don’t worry i can handle this
      • [someone pops out at them]
      • keith: [PULLS OUT HIS FUCKING KNIFE]
      • lance: THIS IS NOT WHAT ID CALL HANDLING THIS
    • they arrive at the jump scare
    • shiro: gone
    • keith: handling
    • knife: out
    • they are forcefully removed from the haunted house
  • in the end they have to leave a bit before the carnival closes or else the cops risk getting involved aka: best carnival date EVER

thank you to @noiitamina from the shklance discord for the initial idea you truly #blessed us all

Mine (part 2 of Hers)

This is part 2 to this imagine. Hope you enjoy it!

You know one of the worst things about being in love with your best friend? You can’t just get away from them. It’s like even if you’re sure that ignoring them will be helpful, they just won’t take it.

Since that night, a month ago, I’ve been doing everything in my power to get away from Harry. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t want him out of my life forever, but just for a little while so I can try and get over him. Because now he’s engaged, and trust me, the world doesn’t let me forget this.

Although I’ve been busy with work – or at least that’s what I tell Harry to avoid him – the world seems to get against me all the time. Fans bombarding my twitter with questions about his engagement and how I feel about it, Harry and Lexa on the cover of every magazine, Louis texting me every day asking me how I am doing, Anne complaining I haven’t been to their family reunion on weekends… It’s tough to ignore this whole thing when it seems it’s out to get me.

Harry knows something is wrong. I don’t think he realizes how hurt I am by his decision to get married to Lexa, but he definitely knows something is wrong. He keeps texting me, saying he misses me and that he wants me to be part of his wedding. So far, I’m not even sure if I’ll go to the damn thing.

Will you be free this weekend? Mom said she’ll be giving a small get together and that she misses you. H

Not sure. Working and all that.

Why are you so distant?

I’ve already told you, I’m working. Big project.

I’ll be honest and say I miss him. Probably more than I should. I miss his hugs, I miss his voice, his smile, his mesmerizing green eyes, his way of making me smile by only looking at me. I miss him. But I also feel angry. Harry is probably the smartest person I know and yet he doesn’t realize the mistake he’s making. Lexa doesn’t get him like I do, she probably doesn’t care for him as much as I do and definitely doesn’t love him like I do. I guess I am just angry at myself, at the end of the day. I could have had him. It took me too long to tell him my feelings and he moved on. No, to someone to move on from someone there has to be feelings involved and I’m pretty sure he never had those feelings for me.

It hurts, most of all. It’s hard to ignore the aching feeling in my heart, especially when I don’t know how to get rid of it. I’ve been on dates the past weeks, dates that went nowhere. That ended with me in my couch, a bottle of wine, old photos of Harry and me and many tears. Tears because I miss those times when we’re inseparable, when it was us against the world. I miss those times when I knew I could tell him everything. I miss his comfort after heartbreak. But how can I go to him when the reason I am so devastated is him? Is the fact that he loves someone else, that he is about to vow infinity love for someone is not me. Is the fact that even though he knows me so well, he can’t see how this is breaking me. He is about to be forever hers and all I wish was for him to give me a chance to make him mine. He can’t fix me when he’s the one who broke me.  

I knew I shouldn’t, it would only make things worse. So I don’t how I ended up sitting in my car, on Anne’s driveway. I should turn around and go back to my house, but a part of me didn’t want to. I miss everyone, they’re like family to me. And, most of all, I miss him. I know very well that for my own sake I should turn around and run, so why am I walking towards the door?

“Y/N, it’s so good to see you, my darling! I missed you! How are you doing?” Anne hugged me tight and I couldn’t help the smile that this hug brought to my face. I miss her more than anything.  

“I’m ok. Working a lot.” I let go of her and we headed to her living room. Everyone was there: Gemma, the boys, Lou, Lux and, of course, Harry and Lexa. He looks amazing and my breath was caught in my through as soon as he headed my way.

“Where have you been hiding?!” He hugged me and I let him hold me to his chest. Gosh, how I missed this. Missed him so close to me. I almost forgot everyone else, but the hug was shortly broken by Gemma.

“Sis, it’s so good to see you. How’s work? How’s life?” She hugged me.

After saying hello to everyone, Gemma, Louis and I went to the kitchen to grab some more wine to the others.

“How you doing?” Louis asked me once we were out of reach.

“I drink a lot, I cry a lot and I work a lot.” I was honest with them. Gemma looked at me with sadness in her eyes and I knew she wanted nothing more than to me and her brother to get together and be happy.

“He misses you.” Louis told me. “He doesn’t know why you’re pulling away and it’s breaking him that you’re so distant.”

I felt a knot in my through and I knew if I keep talking about it, I’ll lose it. I’ll crumble in a ball of hysterical cries and that would cause a lot of trouble. I took the wine bottle and went back to the kitchen, to see Lexa showing Anne pictures of wedding dresses she has been trying on. Anne looked like she couldn’t care less for what her future to be daughter-in-law was saying, but the scene itself was enough to halt me in place.

It was real. He really was getting married. She was already looking at dresses. I think a part of me always thought he was going to change his mind, or maybe this whole thing was some kind of sick joke.

“Oh, Y/N, Lexa wants you to help with her dress too.” Harry smiled at me, oblivious to the hurt his words caused.

“Hm, maybe some other time.” My voice didn’t sound like myself, it sounded robotic. “I need to go now. Got a call from the office.”

“Wait, what?” He asked confused. “You just got here. And today is Sunday, you can’t possibly work on a Sunday!”

“Well, it’s very possible and I need to get going.” I was out the door before I could even hear anything else.

I drove back home with tears rolling down my face and a broken heart. I lost him forever.

If I had stayed that night, I would’ve known about the fight that took place right after I left. I would’ve known how pissed off Harry was with my behavior and I would know what unfolded after Gemma decided to just through every truth at him.

If I had stayed, I wouldn’t be face to face with a very angry Harry, standing in the middle of my living room.

“YOU LOVE ME?” He asked looking at me from across the room.

“Of course I love you, you’re my best friend and…” I tried to get out of the situation, but I could see I wasn’t convincing him.

“Oh please, Gemma told me everything. How you’ve been in love with me for 3 years and not said a damn word about it. How you’ve ran away from my party not because you’re not feeling well as you told me, but because I got engaged. How you’ve been ignoring me on purpose to get rid of your feelings for me. Why did I have to hear this from my sister, Y/n? Why didn’t you tell me?” His voice was near a whisper at the end of his rant and he looked devastated.

“I-I-I…” I took a deep breath and turned away from him. “I was afraid of losing you for good. When I first realized my feelings, I didn’t know how to deal with it. How was I supposed to tell you? I’ve known you my whole life, Harry! But the boys kept on telling me to talk to you. Do you remember that day 3 years ago?” I turned around to meet with his green eyes watching my every move. “When you told me you met Lexa?”

“Of course. It was the day you told me you were coming home and…” He stopped. I could see the wheels turning in his head; I knew he understood what I wanted to say.

“I was going to confess my feelings for you that day. But you were so happy about her… I couldn’t ruin this for you. So I decided it was time for me to come home, for me to move on from you.”

“But you never did.” He whispered.

“No. It’s harder to get over you than it looks like.” I sat on my couch, feeling completely defeated with this whole conversation. “Why are you so pissed off, Haz? Yes, I do love you and I am trying to get over you. Eventually it will happen. I’m not gonna lie and say that right now I’m happy with your wedding, because God knows I don’t think she’s right for you. But if you’re happy, than so am I. I just need time to get over my feelings for you, that’s all.”

“Why am I so pissed off?!” Harry suddenly was angry again. “You didn’t tell me anything. You completely shut me out, I was left in the dark for too long. For Christ sake, I am your best friend, you should tell me this things! So now, not only did I lose my future wife, I’m afraid I’ll lose my best friend.”

“Wait, what?” I looked up at his hooded eyes, feeling my heart pick up the rate. What does he mean with lost his future wife?

As if reading my thoughts, he took the wedding ring he gave Lexa from his pocket and showed to me. The beautiful diamond was shining in the dim lights and I could barely believe my own eyes.

“Harry, what did you do? Why are you with her bloody ring?”

“Because if you had told me you loved me, I would never have stayed with Lexa in the first place!” He sat beside me and took my hand in his. “I always loved you, Y/N. Gosh, always have and always will! I spent so many years loving you, and when I realized you would never love me back, I decided to move on, y’know? Lexa was a great girl, but she wasn’t you. I cared for her, and since I believed I would never love someone as much as I love you, I thought she could be the next best thing, I guess. Gosh, Y/N, I love you so so so much it hurts.”

At first, I thought I was dreaming. Harry was confessing his feelings for me and it has to be a dream. But when his hands found my neck and his lips found my lips, I knew this was actually happening. And it was better than every dream I ever had in my entire life.

“Now, I need to hear your answer even though I know what’s gonna be. Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?” He smiled at me and in that moment I knew everything was finally fitting into places.

“We went through all of this for you STILL have to ask me that?” I rolled my eyes and straddled his lap. “Of course, you idiot.”

“Oh, I can’t wait to see the others reaction.” He laughed and kissed me again. “But first, let me show you exactly how much I love you.”

And just like that, he carried me to my room, for the first of many nights together.

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I hope you’ve liked this. Please, leave me your thoughts about this oneshot, talk to me pleeease. Sorry for any mistakes, English is not my first language!

All the love, B.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! I'm not sure, maybe you've already wrote something like this in other requests (I don't remember all your hc although I love your works!). Maybe you want to write hc about mc and her s/o had a very bad fight. The reason was stupid and it was s/o fault that they fought so badly, but now mc is really mad. How will rfa+Saeran+V make up with her?

Aww thank you! We do have one where the fight is MC’s fault here. So here you go~ Enjoy!



Zen:

  • He was off for the evening for the first time in a long time
  • But when he asked you to go out with him, you told him you already had made plans with other friends
  • It really shouldn’t have been a big deal, but Zen blew up about it–mostly because the stress of late hours was getting to him
  • “I honestly feel like I’m more invested in this relationship than you are. You can’t even take one night off for me?”
  • All he remembers after he said those words is that you abruptly hung up on him
  • A few days go by and he cools off
  • And he starts thinking more about what he said and how stupid it was
  • You were always supporting him, and it was selfish for him to say something like that
  • You weren’t answering his texts or calls, so he goes to your apartment
  • He’s waiting at your door with a bouquet of flowers and a box of your favorite chocolates
  • You don’t even have the chance to let him in as he’s showering you with apologies
  • You listen to him, but you also say you need to talk it out
  • You assure him that you’ve been pretty busy this month, and you didn’t mean to brush him off
  • In order to compromise, you two set aside one weekend a month that is reserved only for you two

Yoosung:

  • You had been wanting to meet your parents, since you’ve already met his
  • He keeps saying he can’t because of his work and school
  • But really he’s just scared he’ll be a disappointment, so he’s avoiding it
  • You keep asking him at intervals, because it really was important to you
  • On top of it, you keep talking about all this stuff you had to do
  • He doesn’t even know why he said, but it slipped out of his mouth, “You’re turning into such a nag, MC.You’re not the only one with stuff to do.” 
  • You recoil and just quietly mumble, “Sorry. Didn’t know I was such a bother”
  • Yoosung is too ashamed to say anything, so he watches as you quietly leave
  • Within the hour, he’s spamming your phone with apologies
  • When you don’t respond, he feels so horrible and guilty
  • He has no idea how to make it up to you
  • He starts thinking about all the other things you were “nagging” him about and realized how much work you were piled with in addition to trying to make time for him
  • He writes down as many as he can and starts getting them done for you
  • As the days go on, you started to notice a lot of those errands you had to do were already done
  • You knew it was Yoosung, so you finally go to see him
  • He hesitantly gives you a hug and mutters another apology
  • He promises to go see your parents that weekend and also asks that you tell him when you’re getting overwhelmed with stuff

Jaehee:

  • Business at the cafe was booming
  • Jaehee just didn’t realize how on edge she was, as she was very task oriented
  • She tried to make sure everything was perfect, which meant she was cutting in the middle of your work if it wasn’t done fast enough or in a certain way
  • You calmly approach her and say you’re worried she’s taking too much on herself
  • But she takes it wrong in her stress, “Are you accusing me of being a control freak? Fine. Take all the work if you want.”
  • You get really quiet and leave the cafe to go home
  • You call in sick for the next three days, and Jaehee starts to get nervous thinking she really messed up
  • She realizes you were right about the work load and pull an all nighter trying to set up a better scheule
  • She presents it to you and tries to be professional, but in the middle she just kind of breaks down and apologizes
  • She admits that she really misses your presence, not just while working but afterwards
  • Of course, you forgive her and you two make an effort to always be honest about work and stress and your feelings

Jumin:

  • It had been a little while since you’ve been married
  • And he was against you working, since there really was no financial need
  • This was always a touchy subject, but since he’d been away on business trips a lot, you were getting lonely doing nothing in the penthouse
  • When he gets back from his long, no so successful trip, you bring up the working thing again
  • He takes everything you say wrongly and snaps, “I’m trying to make you as happy as possible. At least try to be grateful.”
  • You’re taken aback a little before you reply evenly, “How can I be happy when you won’t even let me have a purpose besides being trapped in this house?”
  • You storm into your room and lock the door behind you
  • Jumin collapses on the couch in exhaustion
  • After drifting in and out of sleep, he calms down and his head clears
  • And he realizes what an incredible mistake he made
  • He tries to go apologize, but you won’t open the door for him
  • So he sits down with his back against the door and starts giving his apology
  • When he’s done, he just waits patiently against the door
  • You eventually decide to leave the room, and you’re surprised to find him still leaning against the door
  • He looks up at you with these sorrowful eyes and you can’t help but forgive him 
  • But you still want to talk things out
  • He agrees and you two are just sitting on the floor in your hall working things out
  • By the end, you’re crying, he’s holding you, and you two have come to an agreement that makes you both happy


Seven:

  • You’ve been trying to help him break some of his bad habits and start taking care of himself
  • Normally, he didn’t mind
  • But lately, with everything going on with Saeran, he’d had a lack of sleep and also had been going through a rough time
  • Those self-deprecating thoughts started creeping in again and he felt like dirt already
  • You had found he’d skipped a few meals and hadn’t been getting any exercise to clear his mind
  • So, you gave him some gentle scolding
  • But he took it to heart and lashed out, “If you think I’m that incapable, why do you even bother hanging around? I don’t ask you to come by this often.”
  • There’s a moment of tense silence before you just throw your hands up
  • “Fine. I’m out.”
  • He hears you slam the door behind you as you leave his apartment
  • He gets into his broody mood for a few hours before he cools off
  • He just feels so horrible, and he knows you’re just trying to help him
  • He knows you’re not going to take his calls, so he just goes to your apartment
  • You open the door because you’re not expecting him
  • He’s holding up a bag full of your favorite take out
  • He gives you a sheepish smile, “See…now you can see if I’m eating?”
  • You still give him the silent treatment while you eat, but you feel a little less angry after eating
  • He apologizes and you two talk through some things before you’re back to your normal selves cuddling on the couch

Saeran:

  • He was having a bad few days dealing with his emotions and things resurfacing
  • You try to help by asking him questions about how he feels and just talking soothingly
  • He gets really irritated and just cracks
  • “You’re so annoying. Just shut up!”
  • You’re really hurt by this, so you just kind of fade out and leave
  • He knows right away that it affected you, but he doesn’t bother going after you
  • He thinks it’s probably a good thing anyway for you to get some space
  • But after nearly a week of not hearing from you, he starts to get worried
  • He’s also starting to miss you
  • He tries to call you, but he goes to voicemail
  • He leaves a string of messages throughout the day
  • You legitimately weren’t by your phone, but he just thinks you finally got fed up and left him
  • His apologies are so heartfelt that you forgive him after listening to all his messages
  • You find him right away to work things out
  • He agrees to try to be more sensitive to you, and you try to be more understanding of when he gets into one of his phases

V:

  • He had been putting off eye surgery for quite awhile
  • And you knew he was hiding a reason behind his procrastination
  • So, you kept pushing him to get it
  • He just feels like you don’t understand and he’s getting on edge about it
  • He gives you a lot of silent treatment and subtly makes cutting remarks
  • But this only makes you feel horrible about it, and finally your feelings just burst out
  • “If this is about keeping ties with your past…or with Rika…just tell me instead of keeping everything secret. I thought we were done with that.”
  • You walk out and everything clicks to place in his head
  • He knew you were right about keeping secrets, and he knew his behavior wasn’t acceptable
  • He types out a letter as best as he can with his good eye
  • In it, he apologizes and promises to become a better person for you
  • He also includes some other sweet things
  • He goes to your place and slips the letter under your door
  • When you read it, you can feel your heart melting
  • You guys meet up for coffee and talk face to face about working things out
  • He eventually does get the surgery, thinking of it as symbolic of leaving behind his past

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100 Reasons Why I Love You – Theo Imagine

Requested by Anon: Can you do a Theo imagine where you are his gf and you always had been there for him, supporting him, defending him, and he never understood why you are still with him after everything he had done. And one night he asks you why love him and you give him like a hundredreason why you love him? i just need something fluff and cute w theo!!

Word Count: 1,293

Warnings: Mentions of sex but no descriptions. one curse word, and FLUFF!!!!!

Author’s Note: Feedback is always appreciated :)

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Originally posted by hugwithsleep

Y/N sighed in contentment as she snuggled closer to Theo in their shared bed. He had his arms loosely wrapped around her figure, which she found a bit odd. He always held her tight against him, with the intentions of never letting her go and holding on to her for every second possible. Wanting for his affection, she buried her face at the crook of his neck, but got no reaction from him. In fact he was tense. Something was bothering him and she didn’t know how to approach it. Theo had never been good at talking about his feelings.

She slowly and carefully started tracing random shapes on his chest as she peppered his neck with small kisses. “Babe?” Theo hummed in response. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he sighed deeply.

She looked up and quirked an eyebrow at him. “Liar.”

Theo just gave her a small smile, which surprised her even more. She expected him to chuckle, maybe even defend himself, but he didn’t. She knew this was serious.

She gently pulled his chin down, making him look at her. “Talk to me, babe,” she said softly.

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Lance was never one to get attention from his family. The good child, they always said. Didn’t cause trouble at school. Didn’t start fights, for the most part. He got decent enough grades. He worked his ass off for exams. He tried. It was one of the only reasons he got into the garrison. But it wasn’t like that amounted to much.

He was a cargo pilot. Second best. A replacement. Something that could be left behind if he needed to. Days weren’t so good anymore. He was miles, a lot of miles, away from his family, one of the only comforts he had. At least, as much of a comfort it could be.

When he was promoted to fighter class, he thought, maybe this is my chance. They saw how amazing I was. They noticed.

They didn’t. And it hurt. “The only reason you’re here is because the person before you had a discipline issue and flunked out!” He knew this. He truly did. He wasn’t special. He was a ‘what-not-to-do’ human example made for the public. He was a joke.

He tried his best to act like one. Took the attention off of Hunk and Pidge so they wouldn’t get hurt, wouldn’t get in trouble.

And then he stupidly got them sent to space. On a sentient lion. Away from Earth.

He would be okay if it was only him. But he brought people cared for: His Hero, His Crew, His Attempted Imitation. He got his family involved. He left them. No word. No letter. No nothing. He was gone.

Lance loved the people around him. But sometimes he wondered: Did they care for him too? He understood that he craved a lot of attention. He understood that he couldn’t always get what he needed. But, a little conversation sometimes would be nice. Someone to seek him out, even if it’s just for a little help.

In this castle ship, everyone has paired off. Keith and Shiro. Hunk and Pidge. Coran and Allura. He finds himself slip out of their attention, out of their view. And it hurts. Because it feels like they’re ignoring him. But he knows they wouldn’t do that. Would they?

One day, it hurts too much. As they’re all sitting at the table, Lance can feel his anxiety bubble up. Everyone is talking about a new battle plan that had too many holes in it, but Lance didn’t want to be the one to talk about it. He couldn’t be the one to point out all of the flaws that were all too obvious to him.

He choked up. His anxiety felt like it was at his throat. His eyes starting burning.

“-Ance. Lance!”

Lance bolted up, staring with wide eyes. He swallowed nervously, ignoring eye-contact. “Lance, are you alright?” Shiro inquired, concern lacing his voice.

“Yeah, perfectly fine. I just feel tired.”

“Are you sure? You don’t look so-”

“Shiro, I appreciate the concern, but no, I’m perfectly fine and absolute nothing is wrong.”

Joker Imagine - He tries to protect you

Originally posted by hopelessignite

Joker’s P.O.V.

Y/N’s sweet voice was echoing through the penthouse as she made something in the kitchen. She sounded so happy. I was in my office, the door wide open as I sat here alone. Something was off. Nothing felt the same anymore. Suddenly there was a person I didn’t want to harm. But I did. Not necessarily by my own hand but I put her in danger by being with her.

‘’..-maybe I’m just in love when you wake me up’’ Y/N sang and started humming something. That’s it. I got up from my chair, taking a deep breath. Then I growled by myself, not being quite happy and excited about what I would do. I left my office, slamming the door at the same time. It made a big sound which made Y/N fall silent. I wanted her to think I was angry.

As I reached the kitchen, I saw her facing me with her back. Her H/C hair was still damp from a shower. She was wearing her leggings and one of my shirts. ‘’Look at me’’ I demanded, speaking quite harshly. Y/N turned around with a small, red smile on her beautiful doll face. ‘’Is everything okay J?’’ She wanted to know. Our eyes met and I had to look away. ‘’No, at least not with you around’’ I spat rudely, making her smile fade away. I clenched my jaw and hit the kitchen island hard, making Y/N flinch.

‘‘What did I do?’‘ Y/N asked me with a small voice, her eyes turning glossy. I didn’t intend to hurt her but I had to. She couldn’t come back to me. Never. ‘‘What did you do? Look at yourself!’‘ I yelled and pointed at her. ‘‘You’re playing housewife or something. Do you think I need an ugly bitch running around my house all day? You can’t do anything right’‘ I raised my voice, word by word. I could see how each word broke her heart a little bit. I rarely felt bad but this felt wrong.

‘‘I..J I’m..sorry’‘ Y/N struggled to find the right words. ‘‘Get out’‘ I hissed, looking at her as angrily as I could. It made a shiver run down my spine. Tears escaped her pretty eyes and she held her breath. It’s like she wasn’t sure what she heard. Damn. ‘‘Get the hell out before I make you regret you ever met me!’‘ I shouted as loudly as I could. Y/N dropped the fork she had used earlier. It hit the floor and then she walked out of the kitchen. I listened to her steps closely.

Just before Y/N left, I heard her sobbing. The door shut and silence surrounded me. I stared at the kitchen island blankly, trying to process what had happened in my mind. The voices were yelling things on top of each other, nothing made sense. But it was for the best, right?

***

 It had been about a week since I made Y/N leave. Long story short, I had been a mess. The anger took over me and I trashed my office. Everything was out of order and broken. I hated to admit it but I missed her. But I did it to protect her.

‘‘Boss’‘ I heard Frost’s voice. I looked at him angrily, almost so angry that I could get up and kill him. He seemed nervous. ‘‘What?’‘ I grunted, feeling ill. Last night I had too many drinks.It was a bad day. Really bad.

‘‘Y/N is missing’‘ Frost let me know. Just hearing her name made me wake up a little bit. I grabbed my gun and stared at Frost silently. He couldn’t help but to glance at my hand and what I was holding. ‘‘What the hell did you just say?’‘ I breathed out. ‘‘No one has seen her since she..was by the docks with some now gang. They call themselves the pythons (I just made something up)’‘ Frost let me know more.

The pieces clicked in my head almost immediately. Y/N, being known for being a criminal couldn’t just go and live a normal life. She must’ve tried to find herself some business and met up with these new people. 

‘‘Most likely they kidnapped her. I saw the security footage’‘ Frost added shortly. I stood up and walked up to him. ‘‘You better show it to me’‘ I growled, receiving a nod from him. Anger made my blood boil. I had made Y/N leave so she wouldn’t have to be in danger thanks to me. Now she was in danger.

Ironic.

Frost took me to a computer where he opened a file. A video popped up on the screen and I saw everything in pixelated black and white. In the middle, I saw Y/N. Something strange washed across me as I saw her. She was in the middle of four guys, all tall and dressed in dark. They seemed to talk casually. A few seconds later, one of them hit her knee with a bat.

Y/N fell to the ground but she tried to get herself up. It was too late. She got a hit on her back as well, sending her on her stomach. The men grabbed her forcefully and threw her into a Mustang. The car drove off and the video ended. My hands were in tight fists and I grew more mad as I thought about it. 

How could anyone hurt my queen like that?

‘‘I tracked the car to an address’‘ Frost cleared his throat. Good for him. ‘‘Get the car ready. We’re going to kill some people’‘ I growled harshly. Frost nodded and hurried out and down to the garage. Although I was angry, I couldn’t help but to laugh. I laughed at myself for doing everything.

I hurt Y/N for no reason. This was all unnecessary business

***

Frost and some other henchmen and I parked in front of an old factory. The building was supposed to be white but time had made it grey. We got out of the car, all holding loaded guns. I led the group inside, without knocking. The building smelled like drugs. I turned on the lights and saw a big area with packages. Then I heard talking further away.

‘‘This way’‘ I spoke and walked quickly towards the voices. I had already a plan in my head of what I’d do to the men who had hurt Y/N. Silence took over the people as they say me. At least 15 men, all in the same dark clothes shut up. They stared at me and my henchmen like they had faced death.

‘‘Surprised?’‘ I smiled darkly and played with my gun. No one dared to speak up. they just stared in silence as I had entered their hideout. ‘‘Now give me the girl back before I blow this place up’‘ I yelled, making nearly all of them flinch. they changed looks like cowards. It pissed me off so I shot the ceiling.

‘‘Okay okay..follow me’‘ One with tattoos all over his face spoke.I growled and then walked after him. He led me through a door where I saw another door. it was locked. The man unlocked it and I saw a black room. The lights got turned on and that’s when I saw her.

Y/N was in the corner of an empty, cold room. She was barely wearing anything. Her delicate skin was covered in bruises and cuts. She was just hugging her knees as she slept. It wasn’t a pleasing sight to see. It just pushed my buttons to the limit.

I didn’t think twice as I shot the guy who opened the door. He grunted in pain as blood splattered on the floor and even my clothes. It didn’t make me feel bad at all. In fact - it felt good.It signalled my henchmen to open fire and kill everyone in sight. I heard multiple gunshots and screams. they were enough to wake Y/N up. Her eyes were slightly open. One of them was swollen and bruised. Then she looked at the door with fear written all over her. Our eyes met and I wasn’t sure if she was relieved or scared.

‘‘J?’‘ Y/N breathed out. Her voice was hoarse, like she hadn’t had anything to drink for ages. It made me feel rotten. I just wanted to hurt people for doing this. I wanted to see life slipping away from anyone who had dared to be part of this shit.

‘‘Let’s go home’‘ I said, trying to avoid the fact I had thrown her out a week ago. I wanted her back. I actually enjoyed her around. As you could tell, I never wanted her away anyway. I thought I had made sure this would never happen as I left her but I was wrong.

Y/N tried to get up but she just winced in pain. I couldn’t just stand and watch as she got more hurt. So I walked up to her and picked her up in my arms. Y/N inhaled sharply and let her tears fall down her damaged face. It’s like she had been thrown into a pack of elephants who had stepped on her. 

It’s like we both ignored last week. Y/N clinged onto me with the last energy she had as I took us out of the room. We walked to the room where my goons were waiting. All of the gang members were on the ground, twitching and bleeding in pain, some already dead. 

‘‘Look, they’re all gone now’‘ I told Y/N. She managed to look around weakly. Although she was in a very bad condition, she smiled. ‘‘I hope..t-they suffered’‘ Y/N coughed and then shut her eyes. ‘‘That’s my girl’‘ I laughed quietly. Then I nodded, letting my goons know that we could go back to our hideout.

I would take Y/N back home and make sure she wouldn’t leave ever again. She was mine. Nothing like this could happen then. She’d be with me..only me..

Night Changes - chapter one.

Summary: On a subconscious level, Eddie has always been attracted to Richie Tozier. He was quite happy for life to go on with Richie blissfully unaware of the feelings he had towards him. But then everything changes when Richie goes away the summer before their senior year, and comes back looking hotter than Eddie ever thought possible. He’s not sure he can hide his feelings that well anymore. 

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Eddie Kaspbrak spat out the remainder of his mouthwash into the sink, and used the back of his hand to wipe his mouth. He checked his reflection in the mirror one final time, standing on his tiptoes to get as close the mirror as he could, pulling at his skin with his hands to stretch it, searching for imperfections. He was disappointed to find that he had a small cluster of spots appearing on his forehead, red and irate, despite his diligent skincare routine.

Puberty, in Eddie’s opinion, had failed to be kind to him. His skin had always been clear as a child, but now it seemed that for every blackhead he managed to get rid of, at least three more appeared in its place. His voice was still in that awkward stage where it was cracking at unexpected moments and resulting in Eddie to make the most unusual sounds, mostly low rumbles that resemble donkey calls.

It had made him exceedingly self conscious, but the nail in the coughing for Eddie was that puberty had done very little to improve his height situation. He had only grown 2, maybe 3, inches, meaning that he had graduated from extra small child to petite woman height. The only thing Eddie had hoped to gain from puberty was the one thing that wasn’t granted to him.

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One year since Yuri!!! On Ice was conceived as an attack on my free time. Even more so two months later when I would have started this blog. I’ve abandoned this place without much to say about it, even though I really do have a lot to say. As well as a lot of people to thank.

As of right now there are 800+ asks in my inbox that I will probably never answer. They started off as serious asks but this blog went downhill in memes that will forever date it and probably acquire a cringe factor ageing like milk. But I don’t regret a second of it because this blog gave me a lot, surprisingly.

Before I started this blog, I had little to no confidence in my art. No audience and no belief in myself. Then all of a sudden, I had a massive following, people talking to me about my content every day. I was drawing every day because for once I wasn’t hating everything I made. I want to thank all of you for the support. This blog has given me more art experience than I had achieved in the last 3 years. I’ve also gained amazing friendships who I can yell about ocs with. Now I never feel like my art is worth nothing. So grateful to be with such a lovely group of people. No matter how often they make me yell or criticise my taste in food.

I won’t delete this blog. There’s far too many memories and I’m sure people will still stumble across it now and then, so don’t worry about that. But updates will be scarce to none, but I wanted everyone to know that while I do ignore this blog, I love it for all it’s worth, and I love all of you.

If you still want to reach me, I’ve been using Instagram a lot, contrary to my hatred of it. You can hmu at @micchi-draws as well as my art blog with the same url, but I post less frequently there. I do requests sometimes and post a lot of ocs.

That’ll be all, I won’t write too much because some of y’all probably forget you follow this blog. I just hoped you enjoyed your stay.

Thanks and goodnight, you cretins.

-Micchi

anonymous asked:

Hello, friend! I sometimes feel bad that I like games like Mystic Messenger because I know the characters are much older than me (I'm at the end of eighth grade), so I was wondering if you could do a RFA+V+Unknown reacting to a Highschool Freshman MC. I 100% understand not wanting to put a romantic relationship for any of them, so it's all up to you, I guess! Also, I'd just like to know, how has your day been?

i know the feeling dude, even though i’m 18 i still feel too young to date most of these guys  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ don’t feel bad about liking these types of games, they’re a lot better than many other addictions!

 this is going to be platonic relationships where they basically just view you as their little sister, as i don’t want our lovely characters to seem like pedophiles

my day has been awesome btw as i actually celebrated my birthday! thank you for asking, how was yours? i hope it was good ♥


Yoosung

  • He was honestly expecting you to be a lot older, probably even older than him as you were so mature
  • Honestly thought Seven had pranked him again when this young (admittedly cute, but in an “awe, she’s adorable” way) girl showed up at the RFA party and blushingly introduced herself
  • He apologized a lot that he had mentioning wanting to kiss you!
  • You kissed his cheek to tell him that it was alright and he blushed awe cute
  • Let you play video games with him and made sure you ate healthy
  • He’s basically a stereotypical brother


Zen

  • ????
  • He felt so extremely guilty for coming of as this creepy old pervert who flirted with you
  • Literally apologized so much you had to tell him to shut up
  • After he had gotten over the initial shock, he was basically acting like your guard, watching over and protecting you 24/7
  • “All men are wolves, MC!”
  • He swore to give you the big brother he never got, and was supportive of everything you did
  • unless it was dating


Jaehee

  • Well, you already felt like her sister
  • She was suprised by how young you were, but mostly because you reminded her of herself - she had also been basically grown up at that age
  • I swear she’s actually like a mom, always making sure you get enough rest and actually have time to enjoy your childhood
  • She changed up her offer a bit, asking you if you would like to help her out in the café with her during the weekends, so it wouldn’t affect your school work


Jumin

  • He was so confused
  • yOU WERE LITERALLY HALF OF HIS AGE
  • He didn’t mean to be judging, but how could someone that tiny understand him that well
  • He did feel slightly creepy for saying suggestive things to you on the messenger, but hid it until you brought up that he seemed bothered
  • Would still spoil you to no end
  • Loved to see you play with Elizabeth, as it was the purest thing he had ever seen


707

  • Of course he already knew from his background check
  • He did also see from your social media that you were smart, mature and responsible, especially for being so young
  • He honestly found you adorable, so he didn’t lie when he described you as a “cute girl” for the RFA members
  • Didn’t tell them your age just to troll them tbh
  • Felt just as protective over you as Saeran


V

  • When Seven told him about you and asked if you should join the RFA, he was kind of hesitant
  • Would you be able to organize something as big and important as the party?
  • Always the trusting person, he decided to let you give it a shot, seeing as Seven described you as seemingly responsible
  • He was extremely happy that your youthful cheeriness brought joy to all the gloomy members! He appreciated you!


Saeran/Unknown

  • He did feel kind of bad to trick such a young girl into Mint Eye’s plan
  • But as he had heard for years, “the younger they start, the better they get”
  • Suprised by how difficult you were to trick, but that only made him more positive that you were perfect for the plan
  • When everything was over, he was actually really glad to be part of your childhood, as it gave him the chance to experience it for himself


~jane

anonymous asked:

idk if you do this anymore but i really love your writing and after the last run ep i'm in need of a jikook hc where jk is jm's coach (an athlete and a coach being in love isn't really a new concept for someone who's watched yoi lmao).. if you write it thank you so much and if not it's totally okay 😊

here’s a short thing of jimin learning judo from jungkook!au !!


Jimin plops down on the mat, worn out and panting. “You’re a monster, you know that?” 

“Flattery won’t get you anywhere,” Jungkook snorts, crouching until they’re eye-level. “What was that move you tried to do just now? I didn’t teach you that.”

Jimin pouts. “It was nothing. It didn’t work anyway, so - ”

“No. If it were anyone else, you’d have gotten them on their back at the very least.” Jungkook’s brow ticks in realization. “Hey. You’ve been going to Hoseok for pointers again, haven’t you?”

“No. Of course I - Jungkook, no.” But quickly, as usual, Jimin’s defenses crumble in the face of Jungkook’s intense, withering stare. “Okay - maybe I did, so what?”

“Why?” Am I not good enough for you? Jungkook doesn’t say. Jimin hears it anyway and whines.

“It’s not like that, Kook, it’s just…”

“If you wanted him to be your coach, why’d you come to me?” Jungkook mutters, sitting back on his haunches and running a frustrated hand through his hair. Jimin can’t place the exact nature of the look on his face - whether it’s irritation or jealousy, or something in between.

After too long a silence, Jungkook gets to his feet, turning to stalk off and brood like he often does, when he gets too worked up and has to take a breather before he ends up taking it out on Jimin. Or when he has too much energy to spare and needs to burn some off, alone, where no one will break and bleed under his fists. Sometimes, Jungkook doesn’t like to talk about things, preferring to punch it out.

Jimin scrambles up and latches onto his hand before he can go, palms clammy and shaky from exertion.

“I wanted to impress you,” Jimin whispers.

Jungkook stops in his tracks. He faces Jimin, large eyes widened with shock. “You - what?”

“I wanted to impress you, so I asked Hoseok-hyung to show me a flashy move. He - ” Turning bright red, Jimin sputters, “Don’t laugh, you asshole!”

Choking back the cackles, Jungkook reels Jimin in closer, blocking Jimin’s feeble attempts at smacking some sense into him through his chest. “You wanted to impress me, huh.”

“Shut up. I - I’m never telling you anything ever again,” Jimin threatens, voice wobbly as Jungkook leans down into his space. His attempt at maintaining a fair distance between them has him arching backwards, cheeks aflame.

Jungkook’s smug grin kind of makes him wish he hadn’t fucked up the throw last minute. But it’d been nice to wipe that look off Jungkook’s face even for a second. “So, what was the move he taught you?” 

“Hoseok-hyung called it a - a “dead tree drop”?”

“Hm.” Jungkook releases him abruptly. Jimin almost falls backwards and rights himself with a glare. “That’s one name for it. It’s also called the Kuchiki taoshi, or single leg takedown,” he tells him. “Show me again.”

“I - Huh?”

“Try the throw on me,” Jungkook reiterates impatiently.

“You’re just going to pin me down again if I try.”

Jungkook laughs, and the sound warms Jimin all the way to his belly. “Damn. Caught,” he snickers.

And for a moment, Jimin forgets how tired he is - how his whole body aches from head to toe. Jungkook can get so rough when they spar, Jimin often goes home with bruises on his shins and pink finger marks on his arms and back from where Jungkook had grabbed onto him. Even days later he can feel the ghost-like hold Jungkook has on him, both mentally and physically. His roommate has raised one too many eyebrows at them, wondering why Jimin keeps going back to judo when he’s not particularly invested in it in the first place. Jimin always shrugs, doesn’t have it in him to explain.

It’s not really judo that Jimin’s in love with after all, just Jeon Jungkook.

“No, but seriously, try it again. You just need to fix your posture a bit, but it was good. It was a good start, Jimin.”

As much as Jimin can’t stand Jungkook’s teasing, he can’t stand his praises even more. “It was - Thank you, but it wasn’t - I didn’t even get you,” Jimin says embarrassedly. 

“Show me again,” Jungkook prompts, the look on his face softening.

Jimin edges closer, unsure. Jungkook doesn’t budge when Jimin hesitantly bends down to take hold of his thigh. He peers up at Jungkook’s expression and swallows tightly. “Do… Do you want me to try the throw?”

Jungkook stares down at him wordlessly for several long moments. 

“What - ” Jimin barely has time to feel a sense of foreboding at the grin that stretches Jungkook’s lips before he brings his hand to Jimin’s hair, petting and ruffling his hair aggressively. Jimin straightens with an indignant squawk because - his hair - and makes a valiant effort to move the strands back to their rightful place. Then with heightened resolve, he throws himself at Jungkook in response, reaching up to enact his revenge.

Jungkook’s laughing, barely managing to keep his head out of Jimin’s reach.

“Hold still, you giant brat,” Jimin bites out. 

“Is that any way to talk to your teacher,” Jungkook chortles, but his laughter breaks off when Jimin clambers onto his back, locking his legs around his middle and proceeds to make a mess out of his hair. “You’re gonna get it, Jimin,” he growls.

Jimin hates the way his stomach flips at the warning; the way it clenches when Jungkook manages to grab hold on him, sling him over his shoulder in one smooth motion before sending them both falling down onto the mat. At the last second, he switches their position, keeping Jimin’s body cushioned above him.

“I should make you run laps for this,” he murmurs, and his voice reverberates where their chests are pressed together. Jimin can’t tell if he’s serious, but he isn’t going to risk it.

“You started it,” Jimin says breathlessly. Jungkook looks like a dream come true, hair disheveled and a thin sheen of sweat on his skin, and all of it Jimin’s doing.

“No, you did. When you went to Jung Hoseok for help instead of me.”

“Can you let it go?” Jimin whines, though the happiness that colours his tone when Jungkook wraps his arms around him to keep him still is blatant for all ears. “I already told you why I did it.”

Jungkook, with his tongue pressed against his cheek in petulance and obviously not letting it go, mutters, “Yeah, whatever. Don’t do it again. I’m your coach. You can’t go fraternizing with the enemy.”

“Competition,” Jimin corrects. “Not enemy.”

“Same thing.” 

It’s not, but Jimin knows when he’s fighting a losing battle. “Alright,” he acquiesces. “I won’t go to Hobi-hyung for help with judo.”

“’Hobi-hyung’?” Jungkook echoes. “When’d he become ‘Hobi-hyung’? His first name is Competition - ”

“Jungkook, oh my god.”

“You’re not gonna lose to him at the next tournament, you got that Jimin? He’s gonna eat your tiny little fists and - ”

Jungkookie,” Jimin says with increasing exasperation.

“You’re gonna stand up there on the podium with that gold fucking medal around your neck, and he’s gonna bask in awe as you dead tree kick everyone’s ass after I help you make it perfect - ”

Jimin can’t help the giggles that bubble up, both at the serious set of Jungkook’s brows and the competitive fire burning in his eyes. “Alright. Whatever you say.” He sits up, and Jungkook follows suit. Jimin’s on his lap now, and he tries not to notice that fact. Tries.

“Your stance was a little too high just now. You need to lower yourself more, your center of gravity, and your grip wasn’t in the right place. You need to - ”

“Slow down, you’re rambling,” Jimin says with great fondness.

Jungkook pauses for a breath. “… And - ” 

His eyes widen for the briefest moment, before they shut. Jimin doesn’t know where the sudden courage had come from, but this close to Jungkook’s face, Jimin felt brave. It doesn’t feel so out of reach when their bodies are flush together, and Jungkook’s hands are coming up to frame his cheeks, still warm from exertion. Their mouths coming together, again and again, Jungkook’s tongue sliding against his, feels just like another one of their sparring matches.

When they break apart, panting heavily, Jungkook’s got that boyish grin on his face - the one that gets Jimin’s insides all twisted into knots, every damn time without fail. “You need to work on your technique.”

“Fuck off,” Jimin complains. Then, softer, and so fucking in love with Jeon Jungkook: “You gonna show me how it’s done, golden boy?”

“It’ll be my pleasure.”

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Request: CEO/Playboy!Se Hun meets shy ex girlfriend after three-four years. She’s convinced that he’s moved on and she thought that she had too…

Genre: CEO/Playboy AU, Angst

Member: Sehun

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You took in a deep breath as you got out of your car. Looking up at the tall building looming over you, giving off a sort of intimidating presence the longer you stared at it. You got yourself together as you decided to make your way inside. 

You had been looking for a job as a PA for a while now, but to no avail. Many doors before got closed in your face, callbacks that never came, you were close to giving up, this job interview you were about to go into now, being your last hope.

You’ve always been an anxious person, nervous and shy. You weren’t confident at all, but you needed to get yourself together. 

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rainbowrites  asked:

man, you got me thinking about C-3PO with your latest tag spiral and I already have him as my secret weird fav (MY ANXIETY BABY) so I would love to hear any headcanons on him!! I love how bring such depth with these memes and I'd be so interested to see that with this character that's usually just seen as a joke

His memory banks are fragmented, these days—too many decisions he can’t remember making about which files to keep, what metadata has been erased to ensure his internal processes have enough space to run. The result is something pieced together, a disjuncture between what he can remember and why he remembers it. He knows why he kept the audio of Queen Breha of Alderaan—the Princess had begged him, one night on Yavin. I don’t have anything else, she’d said, and though droids cannot feel pity, Threepio had felt it, and allocated the resources.

She’d listened to it, again and again, even though she cried every time, and Threepio had offered to remove the file. He didn’t understand why the Princess insisted on making herself miserable with such a thing, but Artoo had said it was sentient defect.

They always make themselves miserable, Artoo said. It’s all that water, and the hormones.

Others though…Threepio has a single audio file running nearly an hour, a speech from late Republican senator Padme Amidala; but the metadata has been largely stripped, and he cannot remember why he keeps it, except he always has. (There is a fragment of a file, something half-remembered—if droids were capable of that sort of ambiguity of process—someone saying it was important, that she’ll rule the galaxy, you’ll see.

Or there is a full visual holo-file of a woman with dark hair, weathered features and a tiredness in her smile, saying, hello, welcome to the world. Threepio does not even know her name.

(“Does this place seem familiar?” Threepio had asked Artoo, as they trundled across the sand of the unknown desert planet. His casing is still rattling from the impact of the pod’s crash, but he looks up at the sky, and then around, at all the sand. “I could swear…”)

Just a Prank (Grayson Dolan x Reader)

Request: Hello! Can i request an imagine, that the reader is grayson’s girlfriend and she helps ethan prank him (you can decide what kind of prank) but it all goes wrong and Gray gets hurt and the reader feels very sad and feels guilty, and when they make up they just cuddle and are really cute ajdjsj i love your stuff! Have a good day💖

Warnings: sad Grayson, swearing.

Word Count: 1,604.

A/N: I switched up your request a little and I know this isn’t what you meant by Grayson getting ‘hurt’, but technically he did get hurt ;) Apologies if this is really rushed, this has probably been done so many times before too oops

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Fin

It started too quick, too smooth, we didn’t even notice. It was quite challenging to see where is this thing going, when did it even start to become a thing, why did it even happen in the first place?


We were in denial, too afraid of commitments, imprisoned by our boundaries. We knew what we felt in the very first moment, but we thought hiding was better than being rejected.


A lot of our friends say we were an almost, we were in between of dying and living, we were frightened by our second thoughts, we were confused between the right and wrong, we were torn between taking risks and protecting our souls and ego, we were a believer of a certain quote, “If it’s meant to be, it will be.”


Too much signs we thought were just myths, too much coincidences we thought were part of living, too much promises we thought were empty, too many times we neglected what our hearts scream, but we didn’t think our feelings matter too.


And after these things recognized, we were overwhelmed with the fate’s maze, we’ve come to realize what we almost had was something we should’ve let go instead, we thought it wasn’t too late to try again but we didn’t realize our expectations start to consume our minds, we were lost in the idea of “love is sweeter in the second time around,” but little did we know, we never had any chance to prove it in the first place.


It ended too soon, too fast without brakes, the days we didn’t even count had too many memories in it. We were blinded by the infatuation we made with our bare hands, we were too enchanted by the idea of falling in love with someone we wanted to be ours so bad.


But we didn’t think these things have to end, we didn’t think we’re both losing and slowly letting go, we didn’t feel we’re becoming apart and the gap between us is getting tore part by part like a promise letter being ripped into pieces, and sadly, we didn’t think this poem has to end with a period instead of a comma, our love died in a short prose I usually write.



— October 07, 2017; 11:10 AM