and she's still hungry but whatever

The Losers Club as Teachers

- health teacher
- The students watch documentaries like every day
- Along with worksheets with the movies too
- But will lecture the fuck outta the class too like he goes hard
- “You all should wash your hands after this class, do you know how many other students have sat in these seats and touched the desk’
- Loves the kids so much he’s actually really chill
- Takes them on a walk on their school trail occasionally

Richie -
- drama teacher (also dabbles in choir)
- loves the kids so much
- Will put on a play and as many mini plays as he can
- Will take the kids to a Shakespeare museum
- Cusses in front of the kids but the office and board don’t know and never will
- “Okay listen you lil shits we are gonna have a field trip to Mr. Kaspbraks- I mean Mr. Toziers room I left him my charger and I need it back every man for himself
- He and Eddie are married I forgot to mention that

Beverly -
- art teacher
- Is literally a mom for the kids
- “Do you need to talk about anything?”
- Encourages kids to paint and draw whatever they want, she hates the guidelines and standardized testing
- On the last day of school she gets as many supplies as she can and does a project with them
- Like shaving cream on the desk
- Or a big tarp set up outside to throw paint on
- Or for the seniors, she gets a big rock and tells them to write whatever they want
- Cool Mom™

Mike -
- history teacher
- Very passionate, I think that’s why all the kids love him
- Cause they actually learn instead some mediocre teacher drilling useless information in their skulls
- Loves field trips
- “Okay y’all movie day”
- Brings food for the students in case they get hungry or can’t wait till lunch or still hungry after lunch cause he’s so sweet
- Likes to talk about not only history but his history with friends and family and the students just love it

- English teacher
- Library days are on Friday
- “Today is Friday come on let’s go!”
- Likes to take them outside to read when they do book reports
- He still writes poems for Beverly
- Whenever she stops by his class, before she leaves, she says “your hair is winter fire, January embers’
- And Ben is blushing in front of his students but he still says ‘my heart burns there too’
- And the whole class feels like they’re third wheeling

- Science teacher
- Takes his first period outside to see if the the moon is still up
- Takes them on a field trip to a bird sanctuary
- Loves the kids but he’s still so done with them too
- “If y’all don’t quiet down I’ll release a hawk on you guys”
- Rarely puts on movies but does like to discuss with the class ideas for projects and experiments
- “Have a nice weekend now get outta my class”

- psychology teacher
- Watched documentaries on the reg
- “Quiet down and watch the movie please’
- Sadly he still stutters a bit but the students are super sweet and give him time
- A kid wrote a book when they graduated and based a super cool character off ‘their favorite teacher ever’
- Bill cried
- No field trips cause it’s an elective but he does like to do debates and take them to the auditorium to do tests and quizzes

Georgie -
- wants to work in art like Beverly
- Still in college tho
- Volunteers at daycares and likes to do arts and crafts with the kids
- ‘Finger painting day!”
- Loves his brother and friends

They all work at the same school (besides Georgie) and everyone calls them the teachers club cause they’re all together when they get the chance, but they still deem themselves as the Losers Club

Not so hypothetically, but actually, a date

aka, what could have happened if Chase’s minions had been so kind as to hold off on their kidnapping spree an extra 24 hours

for my friends on twitter who told me I should write this and know I can’t say no to them :) 

psa: this is unbeta-ed and it’s past my bedtime, so read at your own risk of grammatical errors lol

Felicity opened her refrigerator in search of the leftover takeout she could’ve sworn was still in there somewhere. To her dismay, all she was greeted with was mostly empty shelves. She was not a big grocery shopping person to begin with, and with everything they had been dealing with over the past couple of weeks, she couldn’t remember the last time she pushed a cart through those fluorescent lit aisles.

“How did Oliver manage to be the Green Arrow and keep our refrigerator stocked,” she muttered to herself as she checked a container of yogurt to discover it had expired months ago.

Her eyes caught the box from Oliver’s party the night before and she slid it out, remembering that there had been a few leftover slices of cake. They were on summer break after all, so cake was an acceptable dinner… right?

She was debating eating it straight from the box versus preserving some of her dignity and getting a plate when she remembered that she didn’t have to spend her evening sitting at her counter eating cake alone.

Setting the box down and reaching for her phone, she hit her first number on speed dial and waited while it rang. Which wasn’t a long wait since he picked up before the first ring had finished.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes… Am I only allowed to call when I’m in danger?” she teased.

There was a pause. “Well, no I just—“

“Do you want to come over tonight?” She needed to get the words out before he gave her enough time to talk herself out of it. She could practically see his eyebrow rise in that way it did when she said something that could have multiple interpretations and she hastily added, “There’s just leftover birthday cake and I was about to eat it but I realized that you should probably get dibs on it since it was for your birthday.” And also, I just really want to see you. “I promise this isn’t a ruse. But if you’re busy I understand and—”

“No,” he interrupted her. “No I’m not busy. I’m just finishing up at City Hall and then I can be right over.”

The corners of her mouth flicked up in a small smile at the eagerness he was trying so hard and yet failing to hide in his voice.

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Family (Yongguk x Reader) Fluff

Word Count: 1818

AN: Admin S here again! This is dedicated to my dear friend @y-ngguk who is a lovely ray of sunshine, enjoy this my dear! 

Warning: Cheesy, lame fluff

It wasn’t every day that Yongguk woke up to such a beautiful sight. Allowing his eyes to adjust to the brightness of the sunlight that poured in through the windows, he looked at the girl lying in his arms, cuddled against him as her chest slowly rose and fell. Her (h/l) (h/c) was sprawled all over, messy as ever, her soft (s/c) glowing in the sunlight, making her look like a goddess.

Unconsciously, a soft smile its way on to his lips as he slowly pulled his arm from underneath her head, allowing himself to hover as his elbows supported his weight and he leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on her nose, chuckling to himself. Seeing this had no effect on waking her up, he moved to her forehead, followed by her eyelids when she began to stir softly. “Wake up baby girl.” His deep voice whispered happily as she mumbled incoherently, moving her body closer to his, allowing his warmth to rub off on her.

Smiling, he kissed her jaw, before moving up to her cheeks, kissing the corner of her lips, as she stirred awake. “Mmm, what’s gotten into you today?” Her groggy voice asked, as she opened her eyes, only to be greeted by the most breath taking smile she’d ever seen. Yongguk had lied back down, facing her, using one hand support his weight and the other moving under the covers to grab her hand. “I have the most beautiful girl in the world in my arms, why shouldn’t I be happy?” He asked her, pulling her closer and kissed her soft hair, the familiar smell of her shampoo invading his nostrils.

“Let’s stay like this for a while, you can check on the kids later.” She whispered, burying her face in his neck, placing a soft kiss his neck. “Hmm, whatever you say love.” He replied.


“Noona, what are you cooking?” Youngjae asked, walking into the kitchen, only to be greeted by his hyung’s girlfriend cooking, dressed in Yongguk’s sweater and sweatpants.

“You’ll find out soon, do you want to give me a hand? Yongguk went to wake everyone up.” She replied, as she continued to chop the strawberries. “Sure Noona!” Youngjae replied, stepping into the kitchen of the dorm to help her out. The pair continued to cook, with Youngjae chopping the various fruits and (Y/n) flipping the pancakes.

Yongguk walked in the kitchen, having gone around and woken up the other four. His eyes twinkled as he watched the love of his life interact with Youngjae, the pair laughing about some stupid joke as they moved around in the kitchen, he was so damn lucky to have her.

Soon, the other four piled into the kitchen, with (Y/n) ordering them all to take their spots at the dinner table as she and Youngjae brought out the food. A massive stack of pancakes for each of them, covered in various fruits and whipped cream. She surely was spoiling them.

“Noona, this is so good, it might even rival your cheesecakes.” Daehyun laughed, before digging into his plate and the others soon followed as (Y/n) laughed, before making her way towards Yongguk’s chair and wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders, leaning down so her head rested on his shoulder.

“Aren’t you gonna eat?” He asked her, offering her a bite, which she gladly accepted. “I already ate before I made these for you guys, I hope you like them.” She grinned, her eyes twinkling with happiness as he gave her his adorable gummy smile.


“Ok, Jongup, get the broom, Junhong, get the vacuum cleaner and Jung Daehyun, don’t you dare even think about sneaking off!” She yelled, causing Himchan and Youngjae to burst into laughter. The 7 of them were cleaning their dorm, which was a complete mess. It had been partially the reason that all of them were here today, otherwise, if it weren’t for (y/n)’s scary death glares, Yongguk would probably be locked away in his studio, Daehyun looking for random food shops and Himchan sleeping like the dead in his room.

It was a nice, peaceful period for the boys, they’d just finished their promotions for Rose and their world tour and were on break for a month or so. Himchan’s fracture had gotten much better, almost completely healed and Jongup’s stomach was much better.

“Youngjae, Himchan, Yongguk, start cleaning the kitchen and living room, the studio and the backyard, me and these three will do all the individual rooms, the bathrooms and the basement. Now get to work, if I see anyone slacking, I’m not making you boys dinner.” She commanded and heard a chorus of “yeses” and groans in response as all 7 of them got to work.


“Finally, it was a pigsty in this dorm, how do you even get this messy?” She asked, throwing the last rubbish bag in the bin and dusting her hands. “It’s the hyungs, especially Youngjae and Daehyun.” Junhong commented, snickering.

“Ok, get yourselves cleaned up now, and then I’m gonna get groceries for you all, you can’t keep living off bread and nutella.” She remarked, moving towards Yongguk’s old room so she could use his bathroom. Yongguk followed her, closing the door behind them as all the kids went off to clean themselves.

“Thank you so much.” He commented, wrapping his arms around her frame as she pulled her hair out of the bun it was in. “It’s nothing love, you guys are family, and they’re my kids too.” She laughed, turning around, gently rubbing her nose against his as she closed her eyes, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Seriously, I don’t know what we all would do without you.” He smiled, leaning his forehead against hers, enjoying the peace and calm of the moment. It were the moments like these that gave him strength, the inspiration, the motivation to continue the strive to make music, to lead BAP to the best of his abilities.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you dorks.” She responded, truly meaning it from the bottom of her heart, the boys were really her family now, all of them and having been together with Yongguk for the past 4 years, she saw their weaknesses, their strengths, their happy moments and their low moments. She’d been Yongguk’s rock during the lawsuit, consistently encouraging not only him but all 6 of them to not give up hope, she was the one that made sure Yongguk ate, and as often as she  could get time off from work, she was with them, listening to them, cooking for them, doing whatever it took to make sure they were not spiralling into a downwards spiral.

“I love you.” Yongguk replied, opening his eyes to see her smiling face. Moments like these were rare but the pair adored them equally. “I love you too love.” She responded.

“But you’re stalling my shower, I still have to go out and buy food and then cook. I’ve got 5 hungry kids to feed.” She laughed, pulling herself off him. “5 hungry kids eh? When did you become a mother huh?” Yongguk laughed, pulling away.

“Let me rephrase that then, 2 children, 2 teens, a mother and an old grandfather, yeah, that’s my family.” She laughed, winking at him before making her way into the bathroom, grabbing her clothes on the way in.


“Noona, I’ll come with you!” Jongup volunteered, getting up from the couch when (Y/n) asked one of them to accompany her to the supermarket. “Come on, let’s go.” She replied, grabbing her wallet as the pair made their way out of the dorm. Jongup sported a large baggy hoodie, the hood being pulled up to hide his face and a black face mask.

“Noona, I have to ask you about something.” He said as she grabbed a loaf of bread from the bakery. “Go on Jongup-ah, what is it? Why do you sound so tense?” She asked, looking back at him, sensing the tension in his voice.

“Noona, there, there’s this girl, I-I, re-really li-like her.” He stuttered, playing with his hands, avoiding eye contact with his hyung’s girlfriend as he explained his situation. “Jongup! Who is she? Oh my gosh, I can’t believe this.” She smiled back at the boy, ruffling his hair as he had now taken his hoodie off.

“Noona..” He grinned, rubbing the back of his head, his face heating up and turning red. “My little pup is in love, come on, you have to tell me everything!” She gushed, pushing the trolley forward as they continued grocery shopping and she gave him advice as how to ask his girl out.


“We are young, wild and free.” (Y/n) softly sang, stirring the ramen, softly moving her hips to the song before two strong arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close.

“I know we’re better together.” He continued, singing Zelo’s part in a rather high pitched voice, trying to imitate the maknae but failing miserably. “You should stick to the deep, gruff bits Jagi, they suit you better.” (Y/n) smiled, turning her head around and pecking his cheek. The pair were alone in the kitchen, thus having an intimate moment.

“It smells delicious, I can’t wait.” He mumbled against her neck. “Set the table, get the others to help you, especially Dae, he slacked off while cleaning.” She laughed and Yongguk nodded, following her command.

Dinner was a bliss, (Y/n) sat next to Yongguk on the table, leaning against his shoulder when she was done as she watched the boys crack ridiculous jokes as they ate their dessert, homemade cheesecake, which Daehyun hogged the majority.

Yongguk pulled his hand under the table, intertwining his fingers with his beloved’s, feeling her cold hands in his warm ones, he felt at peace, this was his family, and he cherished them all.


“Aish this girl, Junhong-ah, wake up.” Yongguk smiled, all 7 of them had been watching some lame movie and during the movie, (Y/n) had fallen asleep on Yongguk’s shoulder, with Junhong’s head in her lap as he fell asleep too.

Groaning as he woke, Junhong got up, rubbing his eyes as he made his way towards his room, leaving Yongguk and (y/n) behind. “Let’s get you into bed Jagi.” Yonnguk smiled, pulling his arms around her and hoisting her up in this arms, carrying her carefully to his room. (Y/n) snuggled closer to him, and he smiled, putting her down in bed and tucking her under the covers as he joined her from the other side, pulling her close to him as he wrapped an arm around her.

“Thank you so much Jagi, you make me the happiest man alive, thank you for being part of my family.” He mumbled, placing a kiss on her hair before closing his eyes, feeling content as he held her in his arms.

Date Night

Requested: yep!
Rating: PG-13 bc mild cursing, tbh this is 100% fluff
Summary: it’s been 2 years now and the team keeps asking where Baby goes every night and why they drop him off at a coffee shop after work and not at his apartment. Well, it’s been 2 years now, and Baby is ready to show them why.


The job was over. The sun was low in the sky, shadows running like wet paint off of every surface and Baby pulled one earbud out of his ear, stepping out of the car that he’d been driving, allowing Buddy to sit in the driver’s seat now that it was his turn to leave for the evening.

He waved subtly to the team and began to walk across the street to the coffee shop where you worked when Darling’s window rolled down and she spoke with slight concern.

“Hey, kid, why don’t we drop you off at home anymore? Everything okay, with your dad and everything?”

He nodded again to signal everything was fine and began to walk away again when once again he was stopped. “Baby, why are you going to a coffee shop that’s about to close?”

She asked, and Baby saw the lights flicker off in the building, the bell on the door jingle and the lock twist shut.

It was your job to close up tonight and that’s just what you were doing, he watched you take your hair out of its pony tail and run your hands through it, looking around because your boyfriend Baby had committed to meeting you here after work. He watched as you reached your hands intocyour bag that was slung over one shoulder, probably looking for your phone. He’d call to you, but the team hadn’t met you yet and he figured that this wasn’t the right time, then again there may never be a right time to introduce his dream girl to his coworkers.

“We’re like family, Baby, you can tell us,” she pleaded, and Baby, wanted Darling to let the subject drop so he could go to his girlfriend to avoid her thinking even for a moment that he had forgotten her.

He quietly agreed to tell them soon without thinking about it, and walked away, slightly jogging over to you, who hadn’t seen him in the low light, the car had driven away before he reached you and he was glad, up until this point you had been his secret, hidden from the team and all of the things he’d had to do since he’d began working for Doc.

You knew what he did, and like anyone who cared about Baby, you didn’t like it. But you accepted it as a part of him and loved him anyway.

“Hey, YN!” He greeted you and you turned to face him, glad he hadn’t forgotten to meet you.

“Hey, yourself,” you replied and your hands found each other without either of you having to look. “How was work in there?” Baby asked as the two of you started the short walk to your apartment. “Crazy, I didn’t have time to eat lunch,” you laughed, your stomach growling as you mentioned it.

Baby looked at you with slight concern, “you need to eat lunch, YN,” he chided and you smiled, the two of you had had this conversation many times before, you didn’t skip meals on purpose, not even close, you just got so caught up in the whirling torrent of people constantly in and out of the shop, that you forgot to feed yourself as well as them. “I know, I know, don’t worry, I’ll get something when we get home,”

Baby nodded, he loved it when you said things like “let’s go home” it made his heart warm and beat even faster in his chest. It’s been two years and you still made him react like it was a first date.

“Good,” he said, leaning onto you a bit to make you stumble slightly as a joke, you moved accordingly, used to him messing with you like this, your body leaning slightly to the side, you reciprocated his movements, nudging him slightly to the side and the two of you shared a quiet laugh, your hands still connected comfortably.

“So how was work out here?” You asked, looking up at your boyfriend, you still loved hearing about his day or the music he was working on like it was the first time you’d ever heard him tell you.

“It was alright, pretty standard, Doc gave me my cut, Darling and Buddy made out, Bats did that weird anti-capitalist rant he always does, and I listened to our mixtape in the car,” he said with a smile at the bit about the mixtape he’d made of all the songs the two of you had bonded over. Every song on it had at least one memory the two of you shared tied to it. You’d asked about his coworkers before, and he’d answered all your questions without argument, but you knew that he hated to talk about work when he didn’t need to so you didn’t bring up anything too specific about it often.

“Everything went okay, right? You didn’t get hurt at all?” You always asked this, you knew the kind of people Baby got mixed up with every time he was called in and you couldn’t deny it made you uneasy, but you also knew that Baby could really do nothing about it.

“Everything went just fine, nobody got hurt,” he reassured you, you nodded and relaxed, the two of you entered into your apartment building after you swiped your key at the front entrance.

The two of you reached your apartment, stepping inside. Baby put on some soft music, you began making dinner for you and Baby, him sitting on the counter watching you boil water for the noodles.

The two of you ate, and Baby looked slightly preoccupied.
“Everything okay, love?” You questioned from your spot on the counter across from Baby, who was also seated on the counter. This had become your dinner tradition, the two of you eating together in the warmth of your slightly cramped kitchen, legs dangling.

“Yeah, just thinkin’,” he said with a smile.

“What about?”

“The team, they’ve been getting kinda suspicious of me asking to be dropped off so far from my house, Darling keeps asking if everything’s okay, I hate to make her worry,” he explained.

You nodded in understanding as he spoke. “You gonna tell them where you go every night?” You smiled, thinking about how for the last two years, Baby had slept over at your place, at first he had been wary of leaving Joe, but his father assured him it was fine and Baby checked on him often, most times bringing you along to visit his dad.

“Do you want me to tell them? About us?” You knew Baby had thought the pros and cons out a billion times.

“It’s up to you, Baby, I’m okay with whatever you choose,” you said, and he nodded thoughtfully, taking your answer into consideration.


It’d been a few weeks since you and Baby had visited the subject of talking about you to the team, when you and Baby were out for dinner one night at a cheap Italian restaurant when you noticed a group of three adults spot Baby from across the room and walk over.

“Baby, are these your friends?” You asked while they were still out of earshot, and Baby subtly looked to see his team walking over to your booth, the two of you sitting on the same side of the table.

“Yes, ma'am, that would be the team,” he replied. You nodded, a bit nervous as to what their intentions were. Your hand clutched his subconsciously under the table and he held your hand in his.

“Don’t worry, babe, they’re alright,” you nodded, knowing Baby wouldn’t lie to you, especially not about potential danger.

“Baby, who’s this?” A beautiful woman in high heels said once she was within a comfortable distance of the table. She smiled, looking you over.

Suddenly, compared to her outfit you felt slightly underdressed in what you were wearing, a hoodie that belonged to Baby, some leggings and a pair of sandals that had been laying by your door that had been convenient to pull on.

“This is YN,” Baby said, you could tell the two were comfortable with each other, the woman reached out her hand and. You reciprocated, shaking hands. “I’m Darling, it’s my pleasure to meet you, YN,” she grinned and you smiled back, watching two men make their way to the table.

“Is this why you’ve been having us drop you off on the opposite side of town?” Darling asked with a knowing smile, Baby just nodded.

“Don’t think I’ve ever seen you without a pair of sunglasses, kid, and those damn earphones,” one of them said and Darling rolled her eyes slightly but smiled. “YN, this is Buddy,” she said, and you nodded, glad for Baby’s reassuring arm around your waist.

“And this is Bats,” she said, motioning to the last of the three, who moved to sit down in the booth across from you and Baby.

“Bats, you’re so rude, don’t ruin their date!” Darling chided and Bats seemed unbothered, simply replying “I think we’ve already interrupted whatever date they were having just by walking over,”

“Well, you heard him, mind if we barge in? I’m hungry,” Buddy inquired, already moving to sit down next to Bats. Darling sat down last, still smiling at you.

“So, YN, are you and the kid together?” She said, he arms on the table as she leaned forward with interest ever so slightly. You nodded shyly. “Are you as quiet as the kid always is? Because Jesus, being together must be like watching a silent movie all the time if you are,” Buddy joked and you laughed slightly. “Ah, there’s a real smile,” he said.

“So, what do you do, YN, are you still in school?” You answered her and added that you worked in the coffee shop down town.

“So, Baby, you’ve been going to see this lovely lady after every job?” She said, and made an “aww” sound when Baby confirmed this to be true.

“These damn teenagers and being in love,” Buddy said, feigning annoyance with a smile showing through the facade.

“So, how long have you too been together?” Darling inquired, you felt like you were meeting family for the first time, Darling practically radiating maternal waves.

“Uh, for like what? Two years now?” Baby questioned, looking at you for confirmation. You nodded happily in agreement.
“Kid, you kept this a secret for two years?” Darling questioned with surprise.

“You can’t be too shocked, when he’s barely said 2 words to us in the time we’ve known him,” Bats said and it was only them you noticed a waitress had walked up to your table with a pad open in her hand and a pencil tucked behind her ear.

“Can I get you guys anything?” She questioned and you tried to hide your surprise when the team began ordering meals.

“Not the dinner we had in mind,” Baby said with a slight chuckle into your ear. Baby and you ordered a pasta to share and as the waitress was walking away Baby leaned over to whisper to you again. “Let me know if you want to leave,” you squeezed his hand in confirmation you understood.

“Hey, keep the dirty talk to a minimum, yeah?” Buddy joked, causing your face to get warm and Baby’s cheeks to go pink.

“Oh, hush,” Darling scolded, the smile never leaving her face. Your food arrived after a few minuets of small talk and you and Baby ate together, every so often squeezing each other’s hands under the table to make sure you were both doing alright. Bats and Buddy seemed much less on edge than Baby had described them,you could tell he felt the same by how relaxed he was.

“So, you two are dating? How’s the kid in the sack?” Buddy inquired with a deep laugh, you felt your face get hot as you leaned against Baby’s chest, your head near his shoulder. Baby had rolled his eyes but his face was pinker than usual and he let out a laugh as well.

“You’re going to make them leave early!” Darling chided her lover with a hand to his shoulder. Bats asked you if you knew what they did together for work and you just nodded. “You tell her or did she find out?” He inquired to Baby, who truthfully answered that he’d told you as soon as he could.

Bats nodded thoughtfully. “And you stayed?” He tried to cover up his genuine interest with a scoffing sort of laugh and you nodded without pause, smiling. You could feel Baby’s chest rhythmically rising and falling beneath you.

You and Darling had definitely gotten off on the right foot, the two of you felt like friends by the end of the evening, talking about everything from hair and makeup to books and movies, the entire table getting involved to talk about music, especially Baby, who naturally had opinions on every genre any of you could think of.

The time had flown by and by the time the restaurant was ready to close and all the stragglers had spilled into the street outside, the five of you had become closer to friends than ever, Darling had typed her number into your phone and had instructed you to keep in touch. When you and Baby had said you were going to call it a night and go home, Darling wrapped her arms around you and spoke softly into your ear.

“The kid is lucky to have you, I can tell how much better his life is with you in it, you can call on us for anything okay?”
You nodded with a smile.

“Thank you, I’m so glad that you’re with him, I can tell he cares about you a lot,” you said truthfully and she smiled. “We all love the kid, it’s just a natural response,” she joked so that everyone could hear her. Bats and Buddy pretended to deny it but you could tell that they agreed.
Baby and you began the walk home hand in hand as always in the cool evening air after parting ways with the team.
“I’m glad you have them, to look out for you,” you confessed to Baby once you were out of earshot.

“Me too,” he said. “And even more glad to have you.”

Cute sentences prompt: Fame

“I can’t believe I got the first date, let alone a year.”


“First second I saw you and I couldn’t get over how beautiful you were.”

He reaches across the table to hold her hand. He draws little circles onto the back of her hand with his thumb and she tilts her head to the side.

“What are you thinking?” she asks and he smiles, blushing a little.

“I can’t believe I got the first date, let alone a year,” he replies and she squeezes his hand a little.

“Oh, baby, happy first anniversary!” she smiles and he grins back.

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Remedy (4)

Bucky x reader

Bucky’s POV.

Notes: trigger warnings! Implications of sexual abuse, mentions of torture, swearing, injuries, cute-ass Bucky who knows exactly how to be sweet and careful. 

Taglist is fixed! Please message me if you want to be tagged. (not on this post pls, just message; I just can’t keep up otherwise!)

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You Can Wonder [Who I Really Am]

Anonymous said:Director Sanvers prompt: maggie and Lucy find proof of Alex’s punk/goth/emo phase and tease her but are actually a little turned on when they find out she fronted a band and shows them a live concert video of their performances ???

So, posting this ask as a text so that the “read more” works properly, because this is a total beast of a fic. I dragged @onefootone​ into this one just to see what would happen. One night of brainstorming, one night of words. 6600 words. Hope it meets your expectations anon.

ps, cross-posted on Ao3 here and the mentioned based design is the green one from this post by @people-are-just-bad-code​ because damn that is a pretty piece.

“Shhhh, look,” Lucy points with her pen, “here we see the elusive Danvers, cautiously making it’s way through the grazing grounds, such a rare sight here in these parts.”

“Not much is known of the Danvers,” Maggie continues, “just that they share communal living spaces and, in theory, have a den nearby. Rarely are they seen in the wild, preferring the safety of heavily wooded areas devoid of social creatures.”

“Rarer still has the Danvers been seen in mating plumage-”

Maggie snorts and Alex, eyes flashing, throws an orange. “The Danvers can hear you, you dicks.”

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Diana exhaled a shaky breath, before ringing the doorbell. Despite herself, she smoothed down her dress, fiddled with the zipper on her leather jacket, tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and then untucked it again to curl loose and coppery over her forehead. Fussing over her appearance. The self-loathing swelled beneath her tongue, even if she knew looking pretty would help.

the last twenty four hours she had stripped the black dye from her hair, removed three ear piercings and found a more adult version of the white dress Lucille always used to like her wearing. Soft. Soft and pretty and innocent.

Her hands dropped as if scalded when the door opened. It wasn’t Lucille.

The man in front of her was handsome, buttoned up in a three piece suit, and entirely too sharp to be Lucille’s normal brand of toy. She recognized him from the Instagram photos as Tristan de Silva – the newly beloved husband. Dark curls, rich, playboy. Absolutely not Lucille’s type at all. He raised a brow without his hands faltering over the tie he was knotting.

“Is Lucille around?” she asked.

His steel-blue eyes gleamed at the question, his head tilting as he looked her up and down. Making no attempt to hide it whatsoever. “You’re Diana Michaels.”

Diana squared her shoulders, jutting her chin up. “You’ve heard of me?”

“Lucille’s Diana - my wife talks about you all the time.”

Another stab of rage, of panic, shot through her at that. Her knees turned weak and her heart pounded in her chest, but she simply flashed him a smile. “And you’re Tristan De Silva. Congratulations to both of you, I’m sure you’ll be very happy together. Is she in?”

He stepped aside to let her past him, making a vague hand gesture of welcome. “She’s in the bedroom getting ready, if you want to wait.” He shut the door behind them and held out a hand to accept her jacket next, flashing a positively charming smile right back. His eyes didn’t warm up even a fraction.

“Is she going to be long? It’s kind of urgent.” She didn’t want to shrug her jacket off – it felt rather like facing Lucille without battle armour, and she felt outnumbered and exposed enough already.

“She’ll be down in a minute.” He continued to study her with a hungry sort of curiosity, a clinical amusement perhaps even, arm still out for her jacket.

She dumped it into his hand, unable to feel sorry that she was probably intruding on their night. He looked ready to be out the door at any moment, a tornado of tailoring and Hugo Boss. Why had Lucille married him? They’d looked genuinely smitten in the photographs, but that could have been the Lucille Wolverton ™ filter on top of whatever else she decided to edit with. Surely they weren’t actually in love?

He’d called her Lucille’s Diana.

“You said she talks about me a lot,” Diana tried to fish, nauseously. “…what does she say exactly?”

“The type of thing that makes me wonder what you’re doing on our doorstep, out of the blue, when the two of you haven’t spoken for…five years is it? Champagne?”

Champagne. This was definitely Lucille’s house. Everything about Lucille Wolverton, appearance-wise, was like champagne and it was the only alcohol she drank. Pale gold hair, hazel eyes that seemed gold in the right light, golden skin. Light and floaty to an acquaintance, intoxicating and potentially lethal if you had a bit too much of her.

Diana studied him back, carefully, trying to figure out how much he knew about his wife. About everything. Lucille’s type was soft – attractive, yes – but soft. Enamoured. Or so she’d thought, or so it had been five years ago.

“Well,” he said when she didn’t speak. “I’m having champagne. Come on.” Somehow, as he swept prowling away into their kitchen, she followed. “Sit.” A bottle of champagne was fished out of the fridge, popped, and frothed into three flutes. He held hers out to her.

“Thank you,” she said.

She could hear moving upstairs, the strains of quiet singing, music. Classical. She looked around the kitchen as she took a sip, scanning her gaze over glossy cookery books and paintings. It was pristine. Of course it was.

“Why do you want to see Lucille?” he asked.

“It’s a personal matter.” She willed herself to exhale a breath, to calm down. Took another sip to stop her mouth from being so dry.

Quick as flash, he caught hold of the lock of hair curling around her face and gave it a gentle tug. She recoiled, and he smiled, before simply tucking it behind her ear in a caress of warm fingers. “The colour suits you,” he said.

She swallowed hard, stomach flipping out. What the hell was that supposed to mean? She set her champagne glass down on the table to free her hands, back pressed against the kitchen counter.

The next second, footsteps sounded on the stairs. The next second, Lucille fluttered into the kitchen in a white dress, bare-foot and fey, with shorter hair than Diana remembered. “Do you know-”

She stopped dead. Her gaze flicked between them, without a smile.

“Diana’s here,” Tristan said. “Drink?” He held out the champagne flute. Lucille took it, knocked it back, and advanced forward with her stare fixed intent on Diana’s face.

Tristan stepped out of the way.

“What’s happened?” Lucille demanded. “Are you alright?” Concerned.

Diana swallowed. She glanced at Tristan, watching them both with the same continuous and open curiosity, and Lucille seized hold of her jaw.

“Diana.” Dangerous.

“Lucille!” she hissed. The panic swelled – Tristan was standing right there! How could she possibly talk about it? Ask? Do anything?

I need you to fix this for me one more time, I need you on my side, I need you.

Lucille stared at her, and raised a delicate brow.

“I’ll do anything, please,” Diana said.

Those had always been the magic words.

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DAY6 REACT: To their girlfriend sleep-eating

Anonymous said to kpopgroupsreact: please, please do a Day6 reaction to their girlfriend having the habit of eating while sleeping thx!

Honestly, like how can people eat and sleep at the same time…that is GOALSSSSSS.

Sungjin: He came home to find you munching on snacks while your head was nodding off, eyes closed but mouth moving.

She’s like a chipmunk…this is cute…but we also have no food left.

Originally posted by jjaebs

Jae: “She never fails to impress me.” *GIF*

Would wake you up with his loud arse clapping.

Originally posted by wonpilimiri

Young K: He would sit you down and talk to you about it seriously.

“Y/N…this can’t go on, I mean there are so many dangers like you could choke on something…” Or eat all my snacks.

Shakes his head.

“We need to find a solution.” Before all my snacks are gone.

Originally posted by helloday6

Wonpil: While waiting for him to finish up whatever it was he was working on you had dozed off but you were still eating the snacks you brought along in case you got hungry (you’re always hungry tbh, like food mannnn). He’s actually always impressed whenever he sees you accomplishing GOALSSSSS.

“How does she do that?!?!”

Originally posted by ismilemp3

Dowoon: He came into the waiting room to see you eating HIS FAVOURITE BISCUITS, while dozing off.


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Pennywise The Dancing Clown x Reader: Summer Days 1/?

AN: You find out your pregnant by an ex boyfriend and you tell your younger brothers friend, Beverly. Then your younger brother tells mom. Based on the OC Marnie Lewis and head canons I will be posting on my other blog. This will be in parts.  If you want to get tagged for this message me though. So it’s kind of a pennywise x pregnant!reader.

Originally posted by eddiekaspbraks

You woke up with a terrible headache and a massive stomach ache. You went to the store to get a few tests to make sure your own suspicions were confirmed. You took them in the store while avoiding that store clerk that creeps you out so much. All the tests you took ended up positive. 

You felt like throwing up so you did after you flushed the toilet. You then bumped into Beverly outside in the aisle. “Hey, (Y/N).” She greets you. “Hey, Bev.” You said. “Hey can I…talk to you in…our safe place?” You asked anxiously. She saw the worry and fright in your eyes and she nods.

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That Shirt

Originally posted by stetsonsalvatore

SUMMARY: You catch Dean in an emabarassing situation.

CHARACTERS: Dean Winchester, Reader


WARNINGS: absolutely none, well swearing

A/N: Okay, so this idea hit me when I saw a certain commercial one day like a gazillion times and this is what happens when I’m in a silly mood. Enjoy!!! Oh and I will totally put a link to the commercial at the end, don’t cheat! Read it first, lol. I don’t want to give it away!

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Dean tag: @akshi8278 @14readwritedraw96 @anokhi07 @lupine-princess

‘Stop being a coward and get it over with, idiot!’ You closed your eyes tightly as you slowly started banging your forehead off the steering wheel. ‘I can’t believe how much of a chicken shit, I am.’

You had been sitting outside the bunker now for thirty minutes and still you couldn’t bring yourself to get out of the car. ‘I’d rather face a nest of hungry vamps then have to go in there.’ You chuckled darkly, big ‘well 5’3, but whatever,’ bad ass hunter afraid of the place she lives. Well, not the place, but the who that was currently inside. Three words, Dean. Fucking. Winchester.

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The Hamato Clan Company, Donatello.

He isn’t at all surprised that he was chosen.
The daughter of a genius would be sure to recognize another brilliant mind, perhaps even find it comforting. Maybe it would be difficult to be away from home for so long, Donatello would be certain to…comfort the woman. He smiles, his brown eyes flashing with something he doesn’t mean to show.
Something shadowy and a little scary.
Perhaps, though, this little human likes scary things, he considered. She doesn’t seem to be afraid of him, more curious then anything else. He reaches a long arm out to her.
“Let’s go.”
Y/N hesitates but takes his rough, three fingered hand. And he leads her to the elevator. As they wait in silence, both of their minds are racing with questions.

Y/N wants to know what is going on and if they are telling the truth…do they really know nothing?
How long will she be here? What is she supposed to do? What is her father doing? And…why is this turtle staring at her?
She can feel it, his brown eyes lingering on her body. Wandering over the tight black dress with it’s V neck, over her long bare legs and to her ankles.
She doesn’t fear the mutant, though, Y/N knows he won’t hurt her. That’s not what he is being paid for. His eyes burn into her and she tries not to think about him. She fails, miserably.
He isn’t bad looking, she thinks, handsome actually. So tall and well-built, his muscles covered in black leather. He might be cuter if his smile wasn’t so…sadistic. If his eyes weren’t so dark and hungry.
Those dark brown eyes. They haven’t left her. Her heart races and she wonders…
What is he thinking?

Donatello is considering the situation.
Him, alone with a pretty and lonely girl…something is bound to happen. And he certainly wouldn’t mind it. After all, who would?
She’s a pretty girl, lovely specimen indeed, and he would enjoy studying her, finding out all her dirty little secrets. He would bet that she has plenty. He eyed her shaply hips and her naked legs hungrily.
He wondered if she could feel his eyes upon her body and what she thought of that, he would love to know what’s on her mind right now.
But all of that would be for later. Right now, the ninja had a job to do. And it would begin by showing her to the room.
But he couldn’t help wondering just what exactly would happen…

The elevator opens with a little ding, a surprisingly happy sound for such a foreboding building. It shows a dark, empty hallway and Y/N hopes that they don’t have to walk too far.
“It’s this way.” Donatello states.
She follows him down the silver hall, passing multiple black metal doors that seem to go on and on. Until they finally stop at one. From a pocket, the turtle produces two key cards and hands one to her.
“You’ll need this to unlock the door otherwise alarms go off. Doors lock automatically, security is on after ten. Only I have all the access codes.”
He opens the door, gently pulling her inside. His soft touch is surprising to her.
The room is sleek and modern, like the rest of the building. Soft sheets on the bed, black furniture, and several doors. The windows are stained glass, the only colorful thing in the room, with shades of purple and black seeping into the room.
“There’s the showers and wardrobe, locks on the inside. There’s a panic button by the bed just in case. Any questions?”
The way the turtle looked at her, Y/N was almost scared to ask him to do much as pass the salt.
But she had to at least try.
“Do you…really not know why I’m here?”
“No. That’s not our business. I’m guessing you don’t either.”
She shook her head and he smirked. He took a step closer and Y/N took one back, pressing against the door frame.
The turtle leaned over her and that look from before returned, making her just a little scared.
“You don’t have to worry, you’re safe here. No one is ignorant enough to even consider attacking the company. And…”
Y/N looked into his eyes and he looked down at her. Words couldn’t describe how she felt right now.
The closest she could say was like she was being…examined for something. Like an experiment of some kind.
“I’ll take care of you. Whatever you need or want.”
“Thank you…” she replied softly.
That hungry look left his eyes and he pulled away. Like nothing had even happened.
“I’ll be going now. Your things will be up shortly.”
He turned and left and Y/N quickly shut the door. Leaning against the cool metal felt like heaven on her hot skin.
Curious as ever, Y/N still wanted to know why she was here…and what exactly that turtle was thinking about her.

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Hey guys!! I just finished up part two of “I Don’t Wanna Live Forever”. It will be my contribution for @mores2sl. Here is a snippet of what’s to come!!! 

Oh, by the way, the first part, I cried three times. the second part, I did something that I’ve never done before. I’m a little proud of what happened. When you hear a writer talk about the characters doing what they want to do– it happens, and when it does, it’s amazing!! 


More for wanting to leave this house and never come back again, ever, he grabs the keys off the tile counter top. Thankfully, she doesn’t say anything as he stomps out of the house. without really thinking, he is soon on the way to her house.

He drives down her street, some drives crowded from the Christmas gatherings, some are empty. When he spots her old farmhouse, everything else is forgotten as his heart speeds up wanting to see her, touch her, taste her.

All that changes when he sees his brother’s green Nissan among the other vehicles. The cozy feelings turn to ice in his veins, and a flash of white hot anger explodes in his head. He stops in the middle of the road unable to do anything else.

The door opens and all of his decisions are taken from him the moment he sees Rye, followed closely by her step out onto the wide country porch, the same one where she, the love of his life ran after him, wrapped in nothing but a sheet for one last kiss.

The sound of his mother’s car door slamming echoes in the chilly evening. The two of them—how can they—how can she, that bitch be right? Look up at him, the same expression on their faces as the deer he used to see nightly when he would be returning home late.

Peeta manages to choke out a ragged, “What?” Before Rye joins him in the road. His brother lifts up his arms with the same easy smile they share—when Peeta is backing up. “No—what the fuck are you doing here? With her?”

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Howling Willows

Request from @sonador-reveur: “Would you mind writing something titled “Howling Willows”?” Hope you like it!

We never knew– was it the trees themselves, or was it something inside them?

No one wanted to find out. No one ever did find out.

Every time you set foot near that forest, that godforsaken clump of willows, it started.

First shrieking. A high-pitched, awful sound, dissolving soon after into a desperate scream of fear and then sinking down into a mournful howl of need.

A trick of the wind, they always said. A trick of the wind.

It was the chick’s idea to go up to them. In my memory, she’s faceless– just another one of the bland girls we cycled through. I dare you to touch one, she whispered to whatever guy she was hanging onto that night. I dare you to touch a tree.

The guy– maybe his name was Brad, or Mark, or Adam, I couldn’t tell you –his eyes went dark. Us, we never turned down a dare. We were the toughest fucking kids around, everybody knew that.

He got to his feet. I remember exactly where we were: the edge of one girl’s massive backyard, the clutch of willows maybe a couple hundred meters down the road. It was dark, nearly midnight, we were halfway to drunk dead out of our minds.

You’re always braver when you’re drunk, my older brother had told me once. Or maybe always stupider, I can’t remember.

The night was hazy around us, misty, like were living a memory. Brad-Tony-Jeff stood up and said Fine, I ain’t no pussy, let’s go, only his words were fuzzy on the edges, slurred.

He led the maybe twelve of us out of the chick’s yard and onto the road, deserted at this hour. We were laughing, we were nervous even through our foggy heads, we were exhilarated.

An eternity and a half later, we made it to the trees. The girls were jittery with fear, the guys were set, hiding their terror. 

There were no more than forty willows, and every one of them looked alive. Alive like at any second they were going to step towards you, those long, bony branches reaching, reaching. Those trees looked hungry, as though they’d gone centuries without a meal and they were starving for another.

It didn’t take long for the shrieking to start. A few girls burst into tears, one even fled. Most of us just covered our ears and waited out the horrible screeching, like nails on a chalkboard.

It took another millennia until the shrieks diminished to that sad, shiver-inducing howl, like a dog abandoned.

Do it, you gotta do it, someone hollered, and whatever-his-name-was stumbled forward. He was having second thoughts, we could tell, but he wasn’t going to lose his reputation.

Bitch… he murmured, shaking the chick off his arm. She immediately latched onto me. I still have tiny crescent scars on my bicep, marks from where her fingernails dug into my skin.

The guy made it up to the closest tree. His fingers were shaking visibly as he reached out a hand to graze its weeping, hungry branches. We collectively held our breath, wondered, imagined the worst.

We did hear his scream that night, we all did, but not many of us stuck around to hear its end. 

We weren’t close friends, any of us, we hung out because we shared an interest in getting drunk and high on weekends. Not because we cared about each other. It wasn’t an act of betrayal that made us book it. Every single one of us put ourselves first and foremost, always. That was the rule.

I turned tail and ran, too. That bitch still clung to me, sobbing. What did we do, she kept saying. What did we do.

We made it back up to the road and scattered, off toward our respective houses, fear driving the booze from our veins. I shook the girl off and sprinted my track star ass back home. It was 12:30 when I got back. I threw myself under my pillow and I stayed there for a long time, trying to drown out the sound of the willows howling in the distance.

They sounded much less hungry than before.

In Your Head - Part 12

Jughead Jones x Reader


Reader: Y/N

Brother: Y/B/N

Word Count: 4,912

Summary: You are almost 3 months into a relationship with Jughead Jones. You are going through a tough time being too much in your head as the anniversary of “that night” comes closer. Jughead can sense something is wrong.

Warnings: Features sexual content, as well as a rape flashback, sexual abuse and parental abuse. Please don’t read if easily triggered.

Jughead’s POV

She was just twirling in front of me. “Cemetery Gates” by The Smiths was playing and she was lightly singing to the music, dancing to the beat while cooking. I was in awe of this woman. How could she not know how beautiful and enchanting she was?

The kitchen started to smell of garlic and chicken, and the aroma filled my nostrils. And while we were down here because my stomach couldn’t stop growling for food, I can’t help think of some future like this with her.

She was practically gliding across the kitchen, knowing everything she needed without looking at a timer or a recipe book for that matter. She was relaxed in her surroundings, something I had only seen from her face a handful of times - as it was usually when she was just around me.

The smile wouldn’t lift from my face as my eyes followed her. Her in all of her gleeful dancing.

The music stopped as the phone that had been playing was now signaling that someone was calling. She lightly looked at me while pressing a finger to her lips, signaling for me to remain silent. I nodded.

Her whole demeanour changed. Her body tensed up and gave a small breath before answering the phone.

“Hey”. “Yep”. “How is it so far?” “Just making something to eat”. “Alright”. “Yep, I will”. “Bye”.

She tapped the screen to hangup. Her body slightly relaxed again as she went back to her playlist. Now choosing The Thermals.

She looked up to my eyes. My face still in awe of every slight movement of hers.

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anonymous asked:

What would happen if different Siths were forced to watch a kid, that they couldn't kill.

As in, they are forced to be a babysitter? What a cruel punishment….

vader: y’all really gonna put anakin in the same room as a youngling? the stupid kid keeps playing with his cape until vader loses his patience and just holds him in place with the force.. then they look at him with the saddest little eyes and his heart melts. vader is happy to walk around with the little tyke hiding underneath his cape for the rest of the day as the officers try to figure out where that tiny giggling is coming from.

sidious: his attempts to turn them to the dark side don’t work, so he tries desperately to ignore them—to no avail. he then proceeds to feed them absurd amounts of sugar and toss them into dooku’s room. problem solved.

maul: has a staring contest with them, refusing to move from his spot cross-legged on the floor. at first it works as the kid just stares back, but then they start to cry and he panics, frantically picking them up (which only makes them cry harder) and sings/chants “stoooop cryingggg… stop stop stoooop crying…” maul stands there as they fall asleep, a defeated sigh escaping his lips.

savage: he has experience with kids, being an older brother to both maul and feral, so when he ends up being a babysitter it comes easy to him. savage happily watches them, answering all the questions they have (”hey where do babies come from?” “um.”) and letting them burn their energy away. piece of cake.

asajj: ugh. go away. stop pestering me. you’re hungry? there’s food in the fridge, go have whatever y-nO PUT THAT WINE DOWN. she decides to tell them stories about the nightsisters in the hope they’ll shit their pants and stay away from her, but it has the opposite effect. asajj still doesn’t like them, but is quite impressed that they press her for more.

dooku: shows them around the library, reading to them and force-pulling them away from fragile things around the house. dooku thought he’d loathe looking after the kid, but he’s actually starting to enjoy himself. this kid is pretty quiet and—SHEEV WHAT THE HELL

kylo: sprints around starkiller base with the kid on his shoulders, laughing maniacally and force-pushing everything in his way. lectures anybody that complains about his “parenting”, insisting that this is the best way to relieve tension. shows the kid his cool collection of darth vader posters.

nihilus: has no idea what to do, so he just kinda follows the kid around and makes sure they don’t hurt themselves. it turns out the child is deaf, which excites nihilus. the kid reads his body language very well and teaches him sign language. nihilus has the time of his life communicating with the little one.

grievous: lets the kid play with gor while he works on reports and ship maintenance. none of the other sith know this, but he had many children before he became Grievous. it’s still annoying, being an impromptu babysitter, but he knows how to keep an eye on them. 

Unbreakable (Joker x Reader)

Originally posted by hcnnibals

Originally posted by gochaseyourself

Anon requested: “The reader is a professional torturer, and she is hired by someone to torture the joker and then he falls in love with her and she falls for him too. can you do this?

Warnings: Blood, mentions of torture.(I have this warning a lot, is there something wrong with me?)


So much blood. This one was definitely a bleeder, they always made the clean up a hell of a lot harder. Maybe she should start to charge more for messy jobs. Chemicals are expensive, y'know. She could hear the small whimpers from the corner of the room, she sighed and waved over to one of her men.

“Make sure he gets to where he needs to be,” she simply said, wiping the red from her hands onto the white smock she wore and pointing towards the man who was tied in a chair surrounded by plastic sheets.

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anonymous asked:

How would feeder allies treat their s/o?

If you are interesting in reading more of these Feeder stories, please check out my DeviantArt where I have previous stories posted

Feeder Allies

America/ Alfred F. Jones

  • Alfred is very encouraging and supporting of his s/o throughout their stuffing sessions, always making sure she feels loves 
  • He loves to give words of love and compliments while he feeds her McDonald’s, especially big macs. (Often dares her to eat more)
  • Has a habit of over stuffing just so he can give his s/o a belly rub afterwards 

Britain/ Arthur Kirkland

  • He is not a good cook, so therefore he results to buying a lot of store bought food or fast food, which results in quicker weight gain much to his pleasure
  • Like a gentleman, he always makes sure you are comfortable when he is stuffing you 
  • Loves the way your stomach bulges from the over stuffing and always complements your body for reassurance 

Canada/ Matthew Williams

  • His favorite food is to feed you his famous pancakes, especially drenched in rich maple syrup
  • Very soft spoken and loving partner, he will always make sure you are comfortable or if you are still hungry 
  • After a stuffing, he will spend the rest of the day worshiping your growing body 

France/ Francis Bonnefoy

  • Often feeds his s/o french cuisine, which can be very expensive but nothing is too good for his s/o
  • The best out of the Allies when it comes to encouragement and making his s/o feel good about themselves
  • Treats his s/o like a princess, buying whatever food she is craving but only if she allows him to feed her by hand

Russia/ Ivan Braginsky

  • The one out of the Allies to accidentally gain with his s/o
  • He is already like a big teddybear, so he doesn’t mind when his s/o cuddles up to him for comfort after a large meal
  • They both alternate who gives the belly rubs and comforts

China/ Yao Wang

  • The one who over stuffs his s/o the most
  • Often takes his s/o to all-you-can-eat Chinese buffets and watches in awe as his s/o eats his countries traditional dishes
  • If you clean your plate and eat desert he will buy you any cute stuffed animal

anonymous asked:

Date fic ideas-OQ spend the day in bed

So this had to get smutty.

She wakes to the smell of bacon, warm and comfortable and, rather suddenly, hungry. She knows it’s late, can tell by the mid-morning sun streaming in through curtains that had been shut when she’d fallen asleep last night which means that he’d killed her alarm before it’d had chance to wake her. He does this sometimes, romances her with the simplest of gestures and, as it always does, it has her smiling like an absolute idiot as she blinks open well rested eyes to find him standing at her side of the bed with that gorgeous dimpled smirk of his.

He’s laden with a tray; a plate stacked high with bacon and pancakes for them to share, a small glass vase holding a white rose from the garden, two glasses of orange juice and steaming, fragrant cups of coffee that have her smile widening as she shifts to sit back against the headboard.

“Good morning,” he greets, circling the bed to his side and clambering up whilst still keeping the tray and its contents balanced. “I made us some breakfast.”

“I can see that,” she grins, laughing softly against his mouth when he leans close enough to drop a kiss upon her lips. “May I ask the occasion?”

He shifts so that he can sit beside her, smoothing the duvet with one hand before depositing the tray between them with the other and replying, “The occasion is, I love you.” And then, because she’s clutching the sheets to her chest in the morning light, he informs, “Plus, Gepetto stopped by around an hour ago and asked if the boys were free for the day. He needs a little help in carving some more puppets ready for the festival next month and they were all too happy to volunteer.”

It’s not an odd occurrence, Gepetto calling and asking for the boys help in his workshop. He’d taken to them instantly one morning in the diner, had spent a good hour answering question after question about his work – he still aches for his Pinocchio and Regina can appreciate the need to fill his space with the gift of youth once again – before inviting them along that afternoon. They’d loved it, had returned home to tell them stories of their work and when the old man had asked for their company again, both Regina and Robin had been quick to agree to it. Now it’s almost a weekly thing.

She smiles at the image of the boys – overexcited and endlessly eager – that Robin’s words conjure before she drops the arm covering her chest and allows the duvet to fall away, chuckling at Robin’s low moan and rolling her eyes as she reaches for a piece of bacon from the plate. She loves the feeling of his eyes on her. She had even in the days when they were nothing more than irritations to one another during the Missing Year. It’d thrilled her to know that he couldn’t keep his gaze from her. It still did.

“That’s awfully unfair, m’lady.”

“Whatever do you mean?” she reaches for her cup of coffee, stopped by his hand and endlessly amused by his hungry smirk as she watches him remove the very tray he’d only just deposited between them on the floor of all places before he moves to the end of their bed. “What are you-“

“How can I be expected,” he throws the duvet from her body, eyes raking her form as he grips her ankles and gives enough of a tug to have her flat on her back and squeaking through a laugh, “to waste my time on such a meal when such a feast sits just before me.”

She laughs breathily, her fingers threading through his hair when he crawls up her body and begins sucking wet kisses along her thighs and stomach. “It’ll go cold.”

He glances up at her through hooded eyes, raises an eyebrow in challenge before he dips his head and licks the length of her sex, pressing a hand to her hip when her back bows and she gasps wantonly. “Would you like me to stop then?”

He’s teasing her, testing her and she knows that if she were to tell him yes, that she would, then he most certainly would but, as it were, they had the entire house and day to themselves. There was plenty time for food later, for now she was rather content to spend as long as she could between these sheets with him and so answered with a firm, “Don’t you fucking dare,” endlessly relieved when those smiling lips wrapped around her clit.

Black Rose [Part Seventeen]


Pairings: Minseok x main protagonist(Iseul) x Luhan

Mafia AU

Ongoing series

Warning: Mature content such as; violence, mature language, abuse, smut, drug use, suicide etc.

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Black Rose. The most feared and infamous Mafia in Seoul, with a leader just as infamous and just as feared. The whole country has heard of her, yet no one has encountered her and lived long enough to tell the tale. She’s cold, undetectable, invisible even. It’s like trying to catch smoke with your bare hands. Impossible. She walks over corpses to get what she wants and she wants revenge. All of her targets endure hell and eventually gruesome death. Her next target: Kim Minseok.

Prologue | Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine | Part Ten | Part Eleven | Part Twelve | Part Thirteen | Part Fourteen | Part Fifteen | Part Sixteen | Part Seventeen | Part Eighteen | Part Nineteen | Part Twenty | Part Twenty-OnePart Twenty-TwoPart Twenty-Three | Part Twenty-Four | Part Twenty-Five | Part Twenty-Six(soon) |  

Word Count: 2,172

Part Seventeen:

Iseul was driving towards the cafe as she racked her brain trying to remember someone who knew Luhan that went by the name Luna, but she came up short. She didn’t even know Luhan had friends outside of the mafia, let alone a potential girlfriend. She closed her eyes as she parked her car and took a deep breath looking around. 

She scanned the cafe from her car before taking out Luhan’s phone and looking at his pictures. She spotted a picture of him and a girl that was taken a few days ago. She looked closer and her chest felt heavy upon seeing Luhan’s smiling face next to a cute girl. He looked happy and like he was actually enjoying himself, and now he was gone. All because of Iseul. 

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