and we had pizza and chicken

The Boxer Part Two

Pairing: Y/N and Harry

Word Count: 5K



“You’re supposed to be in the hospital gown, it’s why we laid it out for you,” Y/N stated, pointing the pen in her hand at the white gown by his feet.

“I’m not wearing that paper shit,” Harry grumbled, “and I’m perfectly fine to leave.”

“That cut says otherwise,” Y/N says.

Harry watches as she sets down the clipboard and turns on the sink to wash her hands, she’s cute. She’s nothing like the kind Harry would go for. His usual prey would be at the bar, lonely, maybe going through a breakup, but he knew for sure that by the end of the night she would be in his bed. Y/N on the other hand looked like too pure for him, and he hated that look.

From his experience Harry had learned that girls like Y/N believed that they were too good for a guy like him. Girls like Y/N, with an innocent smile, soft skin, and soft voices, tended to only use him for one thing, to make their parents upset. Harry had seen it time and time again, it was only a matter of weeks before the girl would crush his heart and move on to someone better.

“I don’t feel anything,” Harry stated.

Harry had grown numb to just about everything. He couldn’t feel the punches thrown at him, he couldn’t feel his emotions, it all just seemed gone to him. He didn’t mind though, no emotions meant he couldn’t get hurt, and no pain meant he was unstoppable.


Boxer Harry Styles highers, incredibly perky Y/N as his on-call nurse.

Part One

Harry wasn’t sure which he hated the most, expression his emotions, or having to handle them.

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Jimin - Ride It (M)

Originally posted by wonhoslilmonster

((^^ Gif not mine btw))

Word Count - 1,196
Warnings - Nothing but sin. Thigh riding. Daddy kink. Swearing. Spanking. Please forgive me.
Synopsis - Jimin comes home early from practice one day, sweaty, hair a mess… Your thoughts get a little race-y, and despite your efforts to hide it, he catches on to what you want pretty quick.


It was times like this you wanted to shrivel up and die.

Jimin was your boyfriend of a solid year and a half now-despite the struggles of dating someone with his hectic schedule and busy lifestyle, honestly, you wouldn’t trade it for anything.

But sometimes, sometimes you… Would trade it for anything. This was one of those times.

“Jagiyaaa~! I’m home a little early!” Jimin came happily walking into your shared apartment, looking simply overjoyed to be there, and to see you.

But he also looked… Sweaty. And messy.

His hair was messed up, as if he’d just gotten out of bed, sweat made his bangs cling to forehead, his skin was still practically glowing with energy from what you assumed was a long day of dance practice.

And god damnit, he was wearing shorts, on top of everything.

You’d never admit it, never in your life, but… Hot damn, your boyfriend had some banging thighs.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t imagine riding them all the time, hands on his shoulders to brace yourself, shuddering as he whispered sinful nothings into your ear-

“Earth to Y/N??” Jimin waved his hand in front of your dazed face, giggling at your spacey-ness. “I asked you how your day’s been, silly girl.”

“I-it’s been great, Minnie.” You nodded, forcing a convincing smile and trying your hardest not to let your eyes linger on his thighs as he sat beside you on the couch.

“Is everything okay, jagi? You seem flustered,” He pouted a little at you, reaching over and brushing a few stray strands of hair out of your face. Given the close proximity, you could feel the heat radiating from him as he withdrew his hand from your face and, unforunately, laid it on your thigh, patting it gently.

“Y-yeah, I’m okay!” You nodded affirmatively, though you… Couldn’t. Quite come up with a reason as to why you looked flustered in the first place.

“If you say so,” He raised an inquisitive eyebrow at you, leaving his hand where it was on your thigh, his fingers beginning to absently trace little patterns over the clothed skin.

Damnit, he’s on to you.

“I-I missed you today, Minnie-how was dance practice?” You shifted the subject away from the state of your well-being, knowing if you let him dwell on it he’d catch in to what was going on inside your head.

“Oh, it was great! We had a lot of fun today-Yoongi-hyung treated everybody to chicken and pizza for lunch, and our manager said since we’ve been working so hard lately, we can have tomorrow off! Isn’t that wonderful, jagiya?” Jimin, as you’d expect, was elated at the thought of a day off.

But there was a glint in his eyes you didn’t like.

“We can spend the whole day together tomorrow, how great will that be? Think of all the things we could do,”

Yikes. You understood now.

You’d been not-so-inconspicuously squeezing your thighs together, you realized, and… Yeah, you did sort of keep looking down at his thighs while was talking…

He caught on quicker than you anticipated.

“Spacing out again, baby girl?” He chuckled, shaking his head at you and turning your face towards his with his index finger, looking at you with mock sympathy.

“Poor little kitten… Did you think I wouldn’t notice you admiring my thighs like that? Be a little less obvious next time.” He was wearing a smirk the Cheshire Cat would envy, looking at you as if you were the prey to his predator.

And, let’s be real… You were.

“Stand up and take everything off.” He let go of your face, nodding at you and sitting back against the couch with an expectant look on his face.

You quickly moved to do as he said-honestly, if there was a record for fastest strip time, you’d have just broken it.

“Aww, so eager today, aren’t we?” He abruptly pulled you down onto his lap once you were naked, situating you so you straddled his thigh.

He looked… So smug, and pleased. He must have been thinking about this, too.

“You know, I was planning on asking you if you wanted to try this tomorrow… But thanks to your slutty attitude, I guess it can’t wait, can it?” He cocked his head at you, smirking at how… Small you seemed. How submissive you seemed. It delighted him.

“Daddy asked you a question, kitten. Answer me.” His hand slithered up your leg before slapping your ass, of course leaving a mark. He was good at that, spanking you.

“N-no Daddy, it can’t wait,” You squeaked out an answer, desperate to get this over with so you could… Ride his damn thigh already lord have mercy.

He chuckled at you, taking your hands and placing them on his shoulders.

“What are you waiting for, slut? Get going.”

You didn’t need to be told twice.

You immediately started rocking yourself on his thigh, not even slightly embarrassed as you saw his skin begin to glisten from the sheer wetness of your cunt. He seemed to enjoy it too, once he saw it.

“That’s it, good girl. Ride Daddy’s thigh. Damnit, look how wet you are-how long have you wanted to do this? You should have said something sooner.” He reached behind you, grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking it back, causing a surprised groan to rumble up from your throat. He latched his mouth onto the expanse of your neck, immediately biting down and starting to pepper red-purple marks across your skin, while your hips worked frantically against his thigh of their own will and volition.

“Fuck,” Jimin pulled away from your neck, groaning as he saw the marks he’d left. “I hope you don’t think this is all we’ll be doing tonight, you little slut. I’m goona pound you so hard into the bed we’ll have to buy a new one,” With his free hand, he delivered several hard spanks to your already red ass.

The spanks just made you that much closer, in all honesty.

You were reduced to nothing short of a moaning, borderline screaming mess as you desperately rocked yourself on his thigh. “D-Daddy, Daddy, please-please make me cum, please,”

He just chuckled at you, and shook his head. “Work for it, you little whore.”

But what he did after he said that contradicted his words.

He wedged his hand between your pussy and his thigh, rubbing furiously at your clit and even pinching it.

“Daddy, I can’t-I can’t hold it if you do th-that-” “-Cum for me, then, slut. Do it. Cum all over Daddy’s thigh.”

Once again… You didn’t need to be told twice.

Your whole body shook, and you screamed, your back arching as your cunt fluttered and coated Jimin’s thigh in your cum.

You slumped against his chest, panting, while he let go of your hair and started tracing patterns all over your now slightly sweaty back.

“Go ahead and take a breather, princess. Wouldn’t want you passing out on me or anything when we really get started.”

Yikes, you were in for a long night. Not to mention the next day.

One time in Algebra class my teacher was telling us that she was having food cravings (she’s pregnant) and so during worktime after she taught us what we needed to know to complete the worksheet, she had one of my classmates call a friend that was also in the class and ordered them to buy her Domino’s pizza and bring it to her.
35 minutes later, the student she had called walks in with a large Buffalo Chicken pizza from Domino’s. Before this, my teacher has also had students pick up and buy food for her from the following establishments: McDonald’s, Safeway, Subway, Little Caesar’s, Pizza Hut, Krispy Kreme. (Note: she DOES pay them back and DOES in fact thank them)

The College Years - Freshman Year (Chapter 6) - Stiles Stilinski

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “The Library, The Witch & The Bedroom”

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall & Reader/OFC

Warnings: Fluff, langauge and like touchin’ and stuffff..

Author’s Notes: One of my favorite chapters to date.

Summary: Stiles has a huge crush on Y/N and begins putting himself in places where he knows she’ll be so he can “run into her” Y/N asks Stiles on a date.

Chapter Five - Chapter Six - Chapter Seven

Originally posted by jojooboobs


“Scott? Hey, I didn’t know you were in this class.” You said as you moved your backpack off the seat next to yours in the large and loud lecture hall.

“Yea, I saw you walk out the other day, realized you were in the class with me and so I thought I’d sit with you if that’s okay.” Scott asked politely.

“Please. So how was patrol last night?” You asked in a more hushed tone.

“Good, good…” Scott nodded, trying to convince you and himself. “Actually it sucked.”

“Did someone get hurt?” You inquired, concerned.

“No..” Scott rubbed at his face. “No, uh, you know how we were talking about a girl named Kira the other night at the coffee shop?”

You nodded. “The uh, kitsune.. the one that goes to SFSU?”

“Yea, that’s her. She’s my ex. We, uh, we dated in high school for a while and she was having trouble controlling her powers so she went away for a bit. Then when we all found out that we were going to colleges near each other, I thought that we could get back together. We hung out a little over Christmas break, but didn’t get to the level I wanted.”

“So what happened last night? Did she actually show up to patrol with you this time?” You wondered aloud.

“Yea, she did, and we got into a huge fight. It turns out that she met a guy at orientation over the summer at San Fran State and they’d been dating ever since but she was too afraid to tell me so when she came to Beacon Hills for Christmas break, we hung out and she kept stringing me along and I thought that we had a chance of getting back together and then she kept ghosting me when we came back to school. Last night she asked me to bring this thing that she gave me back in high school, and she came to patrol with me and she told me the whole story about her boyfriend and it was just…. It sucked.” Scott said, sipping his coffee, and rubbing the underside of his nose.

“God… Scott, that’s so shitty. Are you okay?”

“Yea, I just, I guess I’m most disappointed that because her boyfriend doesn’t know about who she really is, and she doesn’t want him to know, she said that she doesn’t want to keep helping us.”

“Well, I don’t know her but it kind of sounds like even if she was around, she wouldn’t have been much help anyway. She doesn’t sound very brave.” You reasoned, trying to make Scott feel better.

“She used to be brave. I don’t know what she is now…. What about you, Y/N, are you seeing anyone?” Scott asked, changing the subject.

“Uh, no, pretty single.” You fake laughed. “What about everyone else?”

“Uh, Lydia, the one with the red hair, she is dating Jordan Parrish, who you haven’t met yet, but he lives in Beacon Hills. He’s a sheriff’s deputy and a hellhound.”

“Oh… okay.” You remarked, surprised over the supernatural diversity of their group.

Scott continued. “Isaac and Cora have been dating since October. But the rest of us, me, Malia, Ethan, and Stiles, we’re all single.”

“Stiles is?” You asked quietly.

“Yea.. he is. Why do you like him?” Scott grinned a crooked grin.

You chuckled. “Scott, you are his best friend. I wouldn’t tell you even if I did. I know where you’re allegiances lie.”

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anonymous asked:

Donation fic request: foodie verse, steve/tony and Chicago deep dish pizza. Or whatever you feel like writing, its all good fun.

So I missed the “Stony” the first time around, and thus it is not the focus of the fic, but the Chicago Style Pizza part is very in evidence! :D

“Okay, but…what is it?” Steve asked, studying the object on the table curiously. The waiter, with a warning look, slid a pie server underneath a slice and lifted it out. Cheese dangled everywhere.

“It’s Chicago-style pizza,” Tony said, holding up his plate to be served. 

“That’s not pizza,” Steve replied.

Chicago style,” Tony emphasized. 

“That’s not pizza,” Steve repeated. 

“You’re adorable,” Tony told him, and Clint made a gagging noise.

“I lived next door to Italians. I served in Italy. I know American pizza doesn’t look like Italian pizza but this doesn’t look like any pizza I have ever seen anywh – why is it like that,” he asked, as another slice was lifted and basically drizzled onto his plate. 

“Because it is delicious,” Natasha said, stealing a forkful of cheese from Tony’s pizza. He made to stab her with his fork, then thought better of it. 

Steve picked up a fork and carefully separated the crust from the back of the slice. The cheese, incongruously given its earlier runniness, stayed stiff. 

“If you’re chicken, I’ll eat your slice,” Bruce offered. Steve turned his glare on him. 

“I’m not chicken, I ate c-rations,” Steve said. “I ate sausages made before the FDA existed. Are we sure the FDA has cleared this?” 

Thor had already eaten his entire slice. He’d apparently twirled it around his fork and unhinged his jaw somehow. He was eyeballing Steve’s with intent.

“Look, we came all the way to Chicago to punch bad guys,” Clint said. “We might as well enjoy the local delicacies.”

“It’s okay,” Tony said. “I thought this might happen. I got you something else, Steve.” 

The waiter, who had briefly vanished, returned with a pile of palm-sized, golden half-circles, gleaming with melted butter. 

“Potato-cheese pierogies,” he announced, and deposited them at Steve’s elbow. Steve looked at the golden-brown pierogie crust, broke off a corner, and tasted it. Then, without speaking, he dumped half the platter of them onto his plate.

“Are you going to eat that?” Thor asked, pointing to his slice. Tony was battling off Natasha’s forays into his pizza. 

“No, go for it,” Steve said, mouth already full of pierogie. “Now THIS is a delicacy,” he added to Clint, as Thor transferred the slice to his plate. 

Nightmares | Peter Parker

Originally posted by tomhollandhollaatme

This came to me this morning, and I had to write it! (:

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff

Peter was coming over tonight after his daily Spiderman duties, and I decided that I would make him dinner rather just ordering pizza like we always do. The problem with that is that I am not the best cook, but I can definitely make pasta. So, I decide to make chicken alfredo, the one thing I can make.

I lived in an apartment that was maybe ten minutes from Peter’s, and usually he would go home and put regular clothes on before he came here just in case my parents were home. Tonight, they were out on their own little date night, so I told Peter he could come straight here so that he would be here sooner. He would usually come about 8:30, so I was expecting him to be here around 8:00.

At 8:00, I was done cooking, and I was starving. I suddenly decided I would also put together a salad to go with the pasta. I got a large bowl and the things I would need for the fridge, turning the TV on as I done so because it felt too quiet. The TV was on the news, and I decided to leave it there. I get the salad prepared and set it on the table. I check my watch and it was 8:15 and it crossed my mind that something may be wrong. But, I told myself it’s only fifteen minutes, don’t worry.

I go to the couch to sit down away from the food to stop myself from devouring it all. Suddenly, the news came back from the commercials with “Breaking News” flashing across the screen. My attention was caught as a blonde newscaster appeared to tell a story.

“Well, tonight, we have heartbreaking news from Queens.” She spoke, and a picture of Spiderman appeared to her right and my heart dropped. I sat up towards the edge of my seat, waiting to hear what she says. “Our friendly neighborhood Spiderman was luckily around as a woman was being assaulted in an alleyway. Spiderman began to help the woman by shooting his webs to sustain the two men, but sadly, he did not know that the two men carried guns.”

I gulped and my foot tapped impatiently on the floor, not wanting this to be real. “As Spiderman shot his webs, the men fired a shot that sadly was fatal to our Queens hero. This is a sad, sad day for New York. Spiderman helped everyone he could, no matter the situation. His identity shall remain a secret even after his death.”

I got up and grabbed my jacket and ran out of my apartment. I just kept running and running and running. I had to get to Peter, I have to find him, but every step I take feels like I have chains around my legs pulling me back, but I just keep going. I have to get to Peter. I have to find him and make sure that the news was lying. He can’t be dead. He can’t be. I kept running and running and running

“Y/n!” I hear and I gasp as I’m woken up to a very worried Peter lying next to me in his bed, his hand on my face. I sigh leaning into his hand, as I grab it as it stays on my face.  I sit with my eyes shut, trying to recover, but it just felt so real. Because I knew it could be one day.

I gulped and rubbed my thumb along his hand, just happy I could touch him and be here with him because I thought I lost him. Peter rubbed my arm and I could feel his worried stare. I have been putting off telling him about how worried I am about him because I know he loves what he does, and I think it is amazing what he does. But I always remember in the back of my mind how dangerous it truly is.

“Another nightmare?” He whispered to me. I nodded, my eyes still closed. He sighed, making me open my eyes and look up at him. He kissed my forehead and pulled away looking straight into my eyes. “Why won’t you tell me what your nightmares are about?”

I looked away from his eyes. “I don’t really remember them.” I said.

“Really?” He said, not believing me. “Then, tell me that looking in my eyes.”

I looked up to him, and then looked away again, biting my lip. He nodded, realizing he was right.

“There about me, aren’t they?” He said, voice barely above a whisper. I still couldn’t look at him, because I didn’t want him to know. When he gained no response, his question was answered. He gulped and turned my face, making me look at him. “Y/n, I know what I do is really dangerous, but- “

“No,” I said shaking my head. “Don’t do that. You can’t promise me that you will be okay, because you don’t know if that’s true.”

He looked at me sadly and said, “No, I don’t.”

I looked up to his eyes and my stomach filled with butterflies just by the way he looked at me. I knew that he worried about me too since I know about him being Spiderman. He worries that someone will hurt me to hurt him. He’s told me his worries, but I don’t want to tell him mine and make him feel bad for what he does because it’s amazing. “I love you so much. It just scares me that one day something could happen,” I say.

“I know, baby,” he said, making my heart flutter at the name. “What I can promise is that I will be as careful as I can possibly be. And that I love you so much too.”

I smiled and leaned in and kissed him softly. He pulled my hips closer to his and he deepened the kiss. His right hand slid down my thigh and he pulled me as close as he possibly could. We stayed like that for a while before finally pulling away.

“Okay, I have to use the bathroom,” I say about to get up and get ready for the day, but he pushes me back down onto the bed, making me laugh. “Peter!”

“I’m not letting you go,” He says sweetly, hugging me around my waist and pulling me as close as possible. He rests his head on my chest. I smile and kiss the top of his head, before playing his hair. “Me either,” I said.

Something Like That

Originally posted by korean-hip-hop

“Okay, there’s a list of important phone numbers on the fridge and I made sure to put most of them in your phone, too. The schedule’s on the fridge, too. Don’t forget that Hana has ballet tomorrow night and Thursday night and Min has soccer practice after school every day this week. They have a big game on Saturday and it’s our turn to bring snacks. I’ve already bought them, they’re in the pantry in a green bag, just grab them on the way to the game. Takeout after the game is fine but please, for my peace of mind, cook something for them during the week. Or feed them some kind of vegetable. It doesn’t matter. Just don’t gorge them on McDonald’s all week, okay?”

Jay’s trying his hardest not to laugh as he nods at your instructions. “I know,” he sighs for the third time, “I’ve seen the schedule and the lists. You left recipes by the stove, too. You’re only going to be gone for a week. I think I can handle the kids for that long.”

You fix him with a look before you sigh and nod. “Fine, fine. I know. I trust you. It’s just, this is the first time I’ve been away from them for this long. A day or two, sure, but a whole week? It sucks.”

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EXO Reaction where you’re having a slumber party and they stop by and let him join you

Xoxo, Admin A~

/I don’t own any of the gifs used, unless stated otherwise/


“The food is all good and everything but nothing like being surrounded by all these pretty girls!” *This is paradise*


“I… I don’t think I can… stay… I didn’t bring my pajamas girls!” *Really awkward baby*


*Has a Yehet moment* “You all… me… one house…. yehet!”


“No no no no ! So many girls! I’ve never been surrounded by so many girls!! NO no not the gucci clothes! Please!” *Fears for his life xD*


*Everything looks so nice and cute but he’s only there because of the food*
“I think we ran out of chicken and pizza… shall we order more?”


*All those girls make him really nervous* “This is worse than the first time I had to perform on stage… remember why I came here… oh yeah because I love my girlfriend… yes I love my girlfriend!”


*Literally him at your door* “You are having a party and you didn’t invite me? Lucky you I came to check up on you because a party is never a party without Byun Baekhyun!” *So much sass*


*Passes by with Kyungsoo* “Don’t. You. Dare. To. Leave. Me. Alone. or I swear I drag you with me!” *Both scared of what might happen inside xD*


“Omg omg yes! Are we doing our nails and our hair and trying nice outfits and talking about our ex’s and watching The Notebook?!”


“I don’t… I don’t think I should go inside!” *Saying everything he can so he doesn’t have to stay in a room full of girls the whole night xD*


“Boys? I need help… my girl is having a slumber party and… somehow I ended up her? What do you mean I’ll mess up Sehun?! You want to come here and help me then? Yeah… if Chanyeol will help he can come too” *The more the merrier xD*


*Feels like a pretty princess the whole night… or maybe you make him dress like a pretty princess* 

[Masterlist] [Guideline]

Those who are Broken | Chapter Twenty-two

 Everyone has a soulmate. Except the Broken

 Word count: 3147

 Sorry this is so late

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Originally posted by gothdollysedits

“So, it went great?” you asked Jungkook who sat across from you at the booth, his blond hair going brighter answering your question before he could open his mouth.

“It was fantastic, Noona. We have so much in common, and she’s funny, and super nice, and—”

Hoseok laughed, cutting the younger boy off. “Woah there, kid. You’re going to end up passing out if you don’t take in a breath.” He gave a friendly smack on Jungkook’s back.

Jungkook turned his head towards Hoseok, giving him a small nod before turning his attention back on you. “It was great,” was all he told you, but you could tell he wanted to tell you more. Tell you every detail about the date he just went on.

You chuckled. “Tell me later, yeah?” You could see his eyes light up as he nodded again.

“Cheating already, Cupcake?” Taehyung pushed you further into the booth as he slid in next to you.

“Shut up,” you told him, scooting in to give him just enough room to sit comfortably. “I don’t cheat on my partners,” you mocked, raising a brow towards him in a challenging manner.

Taehyung groaned. “I’m telling you, I don’t remember cheating, and I’m sorry. Will you ever forgive me, or at least let it go? We’re not together anymore,” he said, resting his chin on your shoulder, puppy dog eyes looking up at you innocently.

You shrug him off. “You’re right. We’re not together anymore, so I’m over it. Now get off before people start assuming we’re dating and start shit,” you said, watching him sit up, only to wrap an arm around your shoulder.

“You’re cute, Cupcake,” he told you before leaning in and placing a kiss on your cheek. “People can talk shit, but Jimin knows better than that. I kiss you right now”—he kissed your cheek once again— “rumors spread, and Jimin hears about it.” He shrugs. “Jimin won’t believe it. He’ll come up to us, ask us in person, and we tell him the truth. From there, everything is up in the air about the outcome,” he told you, removing his arm from around your shoulder before rustling your hair. “Besides, I told him I’m not changing how I act around you. The only thing that is going to change between us is that I’m not trying to get in your pants anymore.”

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14 Days- Part Three

(Reader x Pietro Maximoff)

Word Count: 1718

Summary: The reader’s best friend, Wanda, goes on a two week mission and leaves a list of things to do for the reader. Tasks 7 and 8. 

Warnings: none

A/N: I am having so much fun writing this  series, ah!!! Let me know what you think! <3

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Title: Incognizant

Rating: G

AU: Human AU. Trans!talia.

Summary: Arthur finally gets the balls to come out to his boyfriend and Alfred is far more casual about it than he expected.

Read it on AO3,, or below the cut!

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Jinyoung Imagine - I Live Alone

A/N - Requested by @smalliemichelle99! I’ve yet to see the show I Live Alone but it sounds pretty good and I hope this imagine did your request justice! Keep sending in your requests my loves~

Hiii, I hope you feel less stress with the end of your exams admin!! Can I request for a scenario where jinyoung appears in a show called I live alone (it’s a show that shows the life of celebrity living alone) and like during the show his girlfriend comes over for like date night and fans get to see how their dates are like? I hope it’s not too much to ask (bonus that his girlfriend is wearing his hoodie please) thank you so much! Happy writing! 😄😄

Jinyoung was sat on his sofa, waiting for the cameras to start rolling. He’d been excited to take part in the show ‘I Live Alone’ mainly because he wanted to show the fans a different side to him: the side he had only ever shown his girlfriend before. Once everything had gotten started, Jinyoung almost forgot about your arrival, the sound of the doorbell sending a rush of nerves down his spine. Despite having been the one to come up with the idea to show the fans his relationship with you, it hadn’t quite dawned on him that it’d be so personal. He was still excited, but just very nervous all of a sudden. Opening the door to see you smiling at him helped to dissipate those worries within seconds. 
“Hi, we’re filming right now by the way,” he said, making sure you knew about the cameras. 
“I thought so, I could see loads of cars parked outside and thought you were filming. Are they just filming us as if it were a regular date night or?”
“Yeah, they want it to be as natural as possible.”
“Good to know. Let’s go show them then I guess,” you giggled, feeling a little shy with the knowledge of the cameras. 

The two of you walked into Jinyoung’s living room and as soon as you sat down, you realised you were wearing one of Jinyoung’s hoodies. A slight blush rose to your cheeks but you focused on Jinyoung. It’d be hard to act natural with all these cameras around, especially since you had never really shown the public what you were like behind closed doors. Usually on a date night, the two of you would get food delivered to the house and you’d watch a movie together but being on camera made you both feel like you had to do something a bit more exciting for the viewers. 
“Do you want us to do anything special or should we just do whatever we’d normally do?” Jinyoung asked one of the producers standing nearby. 
“Just act natural. Even if it’s boring and mundane, the audience wants to see it.” Jinyoung turned to you and smiled. 
“Right, pizza or chicken? It’s up to you and then I choose the movie.”
“Can’t I choose the movie? You always pick,” you replied, pouting and exaggerating your aegyo just for the cameras. He sighed at your pout and nodded. 
“Fine. We’ll get both then and you can pick,” Jinyoung replied, pretending to be annoyed but laughing at your expression.

After a while you had practically forgotten about the cameras recording your night with Jinyoung. The two of you had ate and laughed together before settling down to watch the movie. The only reminder that you were being filmed was the odd reaction from one of the camera crew or producers whenever you did something particularly cute. They’d loved it when Jinyoung had fed you little bits of food or when he randomly kissed your cheek in the middle of you talking. From what you could tell by their reactions, the fans would enjoy seeing you both together being a regular couple. By the end of the night, when the camera crew had left, you sat back on the sofa with Jinyoung and sighed. 
“It’s weird to think that people will watch us just sitting and talking. Like, I could never have imagined that people would want to see that.”
“I know, but you get used to it I guess. The fans just want to know more about their idols and their personal lives. I’m just glad that they seem optimistic about you being on the show,” Jinyoung replied, his arm reaching around your shoulders to hold you against his chest. 
“Yeah, I’m glad about that too. Hopefully the fans won’t find us too boring though,” you laughed, turning your attention back to the screen. 
“Hey, (Y/N)?”
“Yeah?” You said, your head turning to face Jinyoung. Before you could process it, Jinyoung leaned in for a quick kiss and returned his focus to the tv, leaving you a blushing mess. He glanced back at you and smiled to himself. Seeing your cute reaction made him feel warm inside. Happy. He looked back at you, just watching your focused gaze on the tv, thinking just how lucky he was to have you there beside him.


i’ve always been a soft-spoken, shy individual who bottles up all her thoughts and opinions and keeps most of them to herself and sometimes(depending on the topic) close friends and family. i hate arguing, i hate confrontation, i hate complaining to others. i’ve always been worried about bothering other people, even if it’s for my own personal benefit and is necessary. i am a freshman in college and currently in my second semester, living in the dorms and surviving off a meal plan at my schools dining commons. at the beginning of the first semester, my parents wrote to the head of the dining commons about the lack of vegan options and they wrote back telling my parents there would be a whole station dedicated to vegan food. that was a load of bs. as the semester went on, i dreaded going to the D.C. as i found there were hardly any vegan options(if any at all) and i was left guessing whether things like beans and rice, vegetables and various other dishes were vegan. sometimes, because of this guessing, i left feeling sick and uncomfortable because after not consuming animal products for years now, my body knows when it eats something non-vegan and signals me. for months and months, i feared ever writing to the head of the D.C. myself to discuss this issue because well, i’m scared of confrontation and don’t want to complicate anyone’s lives. however, as time went on i felt more and more disgusting as i ate there and resorted to spending my own money on other things to eat. keep in mind, my parents are paying tons of money for this required meal plan. this was not okay and i needed to say something. i finally emailed the head of the D.C. and politely ranted about how unaccommodating the D.C. was for a vegan…

well, i just had the meeting with the head of the dining commons and it went really well! we talked about labeling all the food and putting little symbols distinguishing whether the food is vegan or vegetarian. also coming up with more vegan options. she introduced me to the head chef and he asked me for ideas and said they’ll make me vegan pizzas, vegan grilled cheese, distinguish among the employees which burger patty is vegan and no long fry them, add vegan chicken nuggets, allow me to take the tofu from the salad bar and get it stir fried and he’s going to check all the breads and bagels and stuff and see which ones are vegan!

i am so proud of myself for finally pushing aside my insecurities about standing up for myself and what i believe in order to get what i need. i walked out of the D.C. feeling so great and like a boss vegan advocate who is speaking for not only myself, but the future of vegans(especially the ones coming to my school). i don’t know if this was interesting to anyone, but i just wanted to share this so if you didn’t know already, ITS OKAY TO SPEAK UP. it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay!! here’s to a future of happy college vegans😊🐷♻️🐄☮️🐓💕

also!!! huge thank you to @theblondeyogini for helping me come up with things to discuss!😘

Summary: Your husband is in the hospital after a car accident, and a stranger helps distract you from your thoughts getting to you.

Members: Sehun x Reader

Type: Angst/ Fluff

Length: 1,555

~Admin Rated M

Originally posted by wooyoung

 “Is he going to be okay? Please! Tell me he’s going to be okay!”

    “Ma’am, please. You need to stay here. You’re not allowed in the operating room.” They push you back outside the double doors, one of the nurses giving you a sympathetic look. They rush into the operating room, and it takes every ounce of strength in you to not follow them. You look around, trying to find anything to comfort you. After a few seconds, you don’t find any, and your head drops in defeat. You look for a seat, but you can’t seem to think straight enough to properly find one.

    “There’s one over here sweetheart,” a sweet looking elderly man says to you. You don’t have any strength in you to smile back at him, but you nod your head slightly in appreciation. You quietly sit next to him, and put your head in your hands, your elbows resting on your knees. You start to cry, not really caring about people watching. You’ve never been one to cry or show any sign of vulnerability, but you feel every wall breaking the moment you get a second to breathe. Your husband of seven years is lying on an operating table, and you have no idea how to help him. You feel a hand on your shoulder, ripping you from the dreadful thoughts starting to form in your head. “It’s going to be okay. Whatever the result will be, you will be okay,” the man next to you says.

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Food Coma - Dean x Pregnant Reader feat Sam and Castiel

Written For: Followers Celebration
Emotion: Excited

Written For: Sommer’s favorite things writing challenge
Prompt: Food w/Dean

Warnings: language and excessive food eating

It was Dean’s birthday so Y/n decided to go all out and make her husband a buffet style meal. “Hey Cas, if I give you my list of things I need for Dean’s birthday dinner, will you get it, I’m just too tired. Plus it’ll take you ten minutes” Y/n said, running her hand over her very swollen belly. “Of course Y/n” Cas said, zapping away, he zapped back and forth a few times, dropping things off.

It was Sam’s job to keep Dean out of the kitchen, so they watched football, “oh shit Sammy, that guy got hit hard” Dean yelled clapping his hands. Sam wasn’t that into footbal but Dean loved it and Sam loved seeing his brother excited. It didnt happen often.

Cas brought the last of the food, “Y/n are you having a party for Dean, I don’t think he’s like that” Cas said. “No, I know he’d hate that, it just for the three, well four of us” Y/n said, Cas nodded zapping away. “Ok, bye Cas” she said. Y/n lined the food up on the counter, “Dean, Sam Dinners ready” she called.

Dean got up, running into the kitchen like a little boy, his face lit up when he saw all the food. There was burgers sliders, fries, fried chicken, mashed potatoes, cole slaw, sausage pizza, lasagna, a huge salad with grilled chicken for Sam. Then there was the dessert table, apple pie, cherry pie, strawberry shortcake for Sam and chocolate chip cookies for Y/n.

Dean looked at his wife, “you did all this, for me, for my birthday” Dean said, “yeah I did and Sam and Castiel helped me” Y/n said. Dean put his arms around her, hugging her tight as he could, with her belly. He kissed her lips, then he looked at Sam, “no Dean, don’t kiss me” Sam said. “I’m not gonna kiss ya, Sammy, but I can hug you properly” Dean said.

Dean wrapped his arms around his brothers waist and he lifted him, spinning Sam around, Dean was laughing and Y/n swore almost giggling he was so excited. She couldn’t resist filming the brotherly hug with her phone, “okay Dean, put me down please, I’m gonna barf” Sam said.

Dean put Sam down, “okay Sammy, let’s eat” Dean said picking up two plates, “here you go sweetheart” he said. Dean piled food on his plate until it was piled high, Y/n did the same thing. Sam stayed back watching his brother and pregnant sister in-law get way too much food. Then Sam took his plate took some salad, fruit and a grilled chicken breast and wing.

They were eating in the library since the kitchen was full of food, Dean even looked excited as he ate. He cleaned his plate and went back to the kitchen for seconds, “Y/n, do you want anything while I’m in there sweetheart” Dean said. “Yes, more” she said, “more if what” Dean asked, “just whatever you get” Y/n said.

Dean brought back two plates of fried chicken and potatoes, Sam got up and got a small piece of lasagna and a slice of pizza. When they were done Dean went in the kitchen with Sam. “You’re gonna be sorry you’re eating all that” Sam said, “yeah, yeah I know Sammy, but thus is the first great birthday I’ve had in a while, how often do we eat like this” Dean said.

Dean cut two slices of apple pie and cherry pie and he got two bowls of strawberry shortcake and four cookies. He brought the plates in, sitting one down in front of Y/n, “thank you sweetheart m, this has been the birthday” Dean said. “Your welcome Dean” she said, they devoured their dessert “I love pie” Dean said. “I love you Dean” Y/n said.

When they were finished Dean sat on the couch and Y/n put her head on his chest, he put his arms around her. His hand running over her belly, Sam sat down and started Dean’s favorite movie Roadhouse. Halfway through the movie Sam looked over at Dean and Y/n who were sound asleep. Sam chuckled, pulling his phone out taking a picture of them. Sam texted it to Dean labeled food coma".

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Movie Night [Jordan Fisher x Reader]

Summary: Jordan and reader have a movie night after she finds out he has never watched ‘Titanic’.

Word count: 1,336

Warnings: none, i guess…….

A/N: my first jordan fic! i’m so happy with how this turned out. i was inspired by this video of him and @gwash4prez‘s idea on the hamwriters chat! i dedicate this to them, mostly because they are the people that share this crazy obsession over jordan with me! i hope y’all like it

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“What?” The desbelief in your face made Jordan laugh out loud. “You have never seen Titanic? How are you even allowed as a member of our society?”

“I never found time to watch it!” He came closer to you and wrapped his arms around your hips, locking you between him and his dressing room vanity. “What do you say we have a movie night tonight and we cross that off my list of things to do before I die?”

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Daddy’s Shirt

Characters: Daddy!Sam, Megan (Sam’s little girl), and Uncle Dean
Words: 974
Requested by Anonymous:  Can I please get a daddy!sam x young!daughter (preschool age) imagine where he goes out on a small solo hunt and comes home to find her asleep, wrapped up in one of his shirts, having been crying, and just lays down and holds her? 

A/N: I did change up the request some. Hope you still like it.

Sam’s Point Of View 

           Megan pouted slightly when she saw me put my bag down by the door of the bunker. She knew what that meant. It meant me and her Uncle Dean were going to go on a hunt. And no one knew when we would be back.

           I hated leaving Megan. She was only four, but she had watched me leave many times; and had seen me return with injuries far too many times.

           “You have to go?” Megan asked sadly.

           I nodded, kneeling in front of her, “Daddy has to go. But he’ll be back before you know it. And you always have a good time when Gabriel watches you.”

           She sighed dramatically, “But Daddy, he’s not you.”

           I felt a surge of guilt, “I know, Baby,” I said.

           “You’ll save lots of people?”

           “I’m gonna try,” I nodded, “And then I’ll come home and we can have picnics and tea parties.”

           She smiled, “Okay, Daddy.”

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anti fucking likes chicken nuggets.

* Have not proofread. Wrote at 3am while high. I am now craving mcnuggets.

Shit, I’m hungry. Shit, I forgot to eat. Shit. Shit, shit, shit. Editing videos is really time consuming..

I stand up with a loud yawn, stretching my arms up behind me.

I feel that annoying twitching in my fingertips, sighing softly as I lower my arms.

“Let’s get pizza!” I hear in my own mind, scoffing at the voice.

“We had leftover pizza for breakfast, dipshit.” I said aloud, not worried about someone hearing me talking to myself. Ah, yes, lonely advantages.

“Yes, but I want more!” It made my hand twitch, a lot more violent than before.

“No! Shut up, you’re gonna make me fat!” I huff and cross my arms, grabbing my wallet and hoodie.

“So? You’re already a gamer, it’s not like it’ll make a difference.” I only roll my eyes at the voice.

Soon enough, I’m at a total crossroads. Well, literally.

On one side of the street, McDonalds. On the other side, some stupid vegan restaraunt.

Instead of just standing in front of the cross, looking dumbly between establishments while I battle with my own mind, I take my phone out and lean against a nearby lamppost.

“McDonalds! C'mon! Let’s fuckin go!” Stupid, stupid, voice. I sigh and pretend to take a call, making it easier to blow off talking to the voice in my head.

“No, we had McDonalds last week.” I retorted, sort of watching the people idly walking around me.

“It’s been a week, that’s long enough. I want my fuckin’ McNuggets!” The voice was attempting to take control of me, I could tell. My foot twitched a bit, my sane half disguising it with easy tapping.

“God, shut up. No more junk food.” I rested one hand in my pocket, chewing on my lip as I took a step forward in the direction of the stupid vegan place. He’s gonna be so mad.

“No! No, no no, you idiot - God damnit, no, other way! Go the other way! The McDonalds is the OTHER WAY!” Maybe slapping myself would hurt him, too. Would it get him to shut up? Even if it would, I didn’t attempt it.

This.. second personality of mine? Asshole. TOTAL asshole. Here I am, trying to stay healthy for my own sake, and he’s forcing me through the doors of a damn McDonalds.

Wait, when did I get to the doors of the McDonalds - Fuck. Fuck, god damnit, no. He got control, shit.

We’re here anyways, so I just sigh and go up to the counter. He’s quieted down, thankfully.

Well, I THOUGHT he quited down. Until he makes me flinch with how loud he shouts “MCNUGGETS!” in my own head.

God, it’s so weird. I swear I can hear him but no one else can. He’s not real. Well.. sort of.

I sigh yet again and order for the both of us. His stupid fucking McNuggets - and thankfully they’ve got salads, albeit huge and probably still somehow greasy. But it’s good enough.

As soon as the cashier hands me the back, I’m gone. He stole control, yet again. Woop de fuckin’ DOOOOO.

We’re home. Wait, when did we get home? I don’t even remember unlocking my apartment.

God, I hate this stupid fuckin’ asshole in my head.

I finally regain control, feeling just a bit dizzy and awfully hungry.

“Loooove you, Jackaboooy!” I hear the voice resonating through my head as I open the bag.

“No, fuck off.” I grumble, immediatley going for the chicken nuggets.

No matter how healthy I try to be, or how much I try to stay fit, chicken nuggets are fucking amazing.

Cooking is Not Your Forte

A/N: I wanted to do a fluffy Moreid piece, so I decided to do one where Spencer makes Derek dinner after he gets back from visiting his mother in Chicago. While Spencer is good at basically everything, cooking is not his strong suit. @coveofmemories @sexualemobitch @jamiemelyn @unstoppableangel8 @iammostdefinitelyonfire26


They were almost there - that point where Spencer could meet Derek’s mother again, this time in the context of a relationship, but they weren’t there just yet, so as Derek neared home after a week away to visit his mother, Spencer stood at the stove, desperate to put together something serviceable for dinner. 

Spencer had an IQ of 187. He could read 20,000 per minute. He had three Ph.D.s. Yet everything that he tried to do fucked up the meal further and further until he’d given up and started from scratch. As he searched the refrigerator for something to make into a meal, he pulled out his phone and texted his boyfriend of four months.

S: Plane touch down yet? I’ve missed you.

D: Aww, pretty boy. I never knew I meant so much to you.

S: Of course you mean a lot to me, you idiot. :P Did you touch down?

D: About 10 minutes ago. Should be home in 30.

S: I like that.

D: Like what, Pretty Ricky?

S: Home. You said home. We live together. I like that you’re coming home.

D: Me too, Pretty Boy. See you soon.

Finally, he decided on something quick and easy. Chicken cutlet with pasta. Pasta was pretty un-fuck-upable, but when it came to the chicken, he could easily fuck it up. It didn’t really matter. He’d do the best he could and if it was truly horrible then they could order pizza. Then again he hated not being good at something. He was good at everything basically. He could cook, right?

By the time Derek got home, Spencer had put chicken on the table and some pasta in a bowl. “Hey,” Spencer said sleepily while Derek closed the door. He walked up to his boyfriend and and pressed a kiss to his lips. They sunk into each other but were soon interrupted by the sound of someone’s stomach growling. “Who was that?” Spencer laughed. “Whose body is eating itself?”

A rumble came once again from someone’s stomach - Derek’s apparently. “Woah, I am hungry.” He inhaled and caught the scent of pasta with oil and garlic, as well as some grilled chicken, which was originally going to be fried, but he couldn’t find any breading for it. “You made dinner? You do love me.”

“That I do,” Spencer said. 

With a nod, they both sat down to eat. Spencer started with pasta, not really paying attention to Derek as he cut through the tough chicken and attempted to eat it; it was dryer than holy hell, but Spencer had tried and he didn’t want to hurt his feeling so he choked it down. Not a word was said, which was weird for the two of them. “The chicken is awful isn’t it?” Spencer asked, smiling into his plate before looking up at his boyfriend.

Derek took a deep breath and laughed. “Reid, I love you a lot, but please stop trying to cook me dinner…for all your genius, you suck at it.”

Spencer snorted and pulled out his phone. ”I’m sorry. I tried! I have an IQ of 187 and I can’t cook. What is wrong with me?”

“Despite what people have told you, babe…” Derek replied, taking a deep breath. “You cannot be good at everything.”

Spencer pouted and waved his phone towards Derek. “Pizza?”

“Yes please,” he said, opening his mouth and dramatically letting the dry chicken fall out of his mouth. “I’ll eat some pasta in the meantime. That’s good.”

“At least I can do that.” 

After calling for pizza, Spencer and Derek decided to sit on the couch, Spencer’s head in Derek’s lap while they talked about his visit with his mother. “She does know about us, right?”

“Of course she does. She wants to meet you.” Considering Derek no longer had hair, he enjoyed playing with his boyfriend’s hair, his slightly-calloused fingers running through Reid’s light brown, curly hair.

Spencer reveled in the feeling of having someone play with his hair. He could easily fall asleep like this. “She’s already met me,” he laughed; he knew what she meant anyway.

“It’s different now. I never imagined myself in love with a man, and neither did my family, but they already loved you, and I think they will even more now.” A knock on the door interrupted the nice little moment, but Derek’s stomach was still growling and it was time for food. With pizza in hand, they both returned to the couch. Spencer sat on one side, his legs crossed and resting in Derek’s lap. “Mmm…now this is delicious.”

“Hey, my feelings.”

“Babe, I love you, but cooking is not your forte.”

Spencer really hated not being good at everything he tried instantly. It was one of his issues. “Maybe it can be,” he smiled widely. “If I practice all the time.”

The idea of eating Spencer’s dry food day after day made Derek a little bit sad. “I will eat one meal of yours a week. Any more than that and I think my stomach might rebel against me.”

“If I had yogurt or whipped cream or something right now, I would absolutely flick it at you.” Spencer was tempted to peel a piece of pepperoni of his pizza and chuck it into Derek’s face.

“That’s not practicing,” Derek laughed.

“I will kill you.”

“Try me, Pretty Boy.”

how can i say

pairing: reader x jae

genre: fluff?/angst?

word count: 1,555

note: it’s my turn in the fic war battle against @wonpillows :’)

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You always wondered when you’d find it, wondering at what point in your life would you experience such a feeling. Being naïve you were expecting to meet the guy of your dreams on the streets, where you’d be dressed beautifully and your heart would race immediately at the sight of him. Never did you expect love to develop at your workplace where you avoided dressing to impress, especially when you were bound to be covered in pizza sauce and flour dough from head to toe.

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