i watched this a while back but whatever

GOT7 / College AU - Fake dating turns into real dating 1/2


Hiiii can a request a got7 fake dating to real dating au?

Hiii if you are up to it, would you be open to doing a got7 fake dating college au? With maybe like u guys make out for show but realize you have feelings for each other?

Hi Can I request a got7 fake dating au?            

Thank you so much for requesting this! I hope you enjoy!!! ❤️

P.S. this is long, so i’m splitting it into two parts. there’s mark, jb, & jackson’s reactions in this one. i’ll post the second part soon!

WARNING. some strong language.

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On Hot Pepper Gaming

Hot Pepper Gaming had its last episode today and I wanted to write something personal about it. I had this joke that I would always say when somebody talked to me about the channel - that it was sort of silly how the most successful thing I’ve ever done was the dumbest idea I’ve ever had. Classic self-deprecation, but the more I said it the more I realized just how important this dumb idea was to me.

Myself, Erin, and Jared started HPG half as a joke and half as a creative outlet to sort of prove that we knew what we were talking about. When we began, we were all lower-rung creatives working predominantly at Maker Studios - a YouTube multi-channel network. My only claim-to-fame at that point in my creative career was that I had something small to do with the Harlem Shake becoming a thing, and I really, REALLY didn’t want that to be the only accomplishment I had in my life.

I approached Erin about the idea, who called up Jared to join up with us. With a borrowed camera, $20 worth of craft supplies, and a weekend of work, we had shot the first three episodes of Hot Pepper Gaming. We planned to post weekly for a couple months regardless of if it gained traction or not, but on the first episode we were already growing faster than we could follow.

It’s sort of a funny thing how collaboration works. I remember being completely fine with filming Hot Pepper Gaming on a white background, but Erin’s simple suggestion that we use a yellow backdrop meant so much to the branding and style of the channel that I don’t think we would have succeeded without it. Erin, Jared and I all had something to contribute to the project, all of which combined together to create something much bigger than the sum of our parts. And because of this we were able to travel around the world, interact with fans, and sit in rooms with people we respected not only as their creative equals, but later on as their dear friends.

There’s so many great stories that I’ll post whenever I get nostalgic about Hot Pepper Gaming, but for now I just wanted to say something small that I think might describe my feelings better than me droning on about this will. We used to film Hot Pepper Gaming out of Erin’s old apartment, and after the first shoot we decided to grab dinner at a bar next door. I remember us all sitting at the bar, eating pub burgers and toasting to whatever the hell we just did, in our post-pepper andrenaline-rushed euphoria. I remember one of us asking hey, what if this actually does well, and then us all shrugging and laughing.

I’m currently on a flight back from Montreal, Canada, where Jared and I participated in Square Bowl, a yearly charity event that this year supported Doctors Without Borders. We were sitting on a balcony of an apartment in Le Plateau-Mont-Royal, watching the sun set over a park that was freshly-covered with snow. He and I talked for a while about how we were raising money for an important charity with a group of friends and creative collaborators we loved; and how so many of them we knew, specifically, because we had hurt them with hot peppers.

I don’t know what I would say to 24-year-old, fighting-tooth-and-nail-to-create-stuff-and-have-people-care-about-them Vernon if I had the chance, but to think about myself then and see myself now is surreal. I owe so much to this dumb little project, and I’ll never forget it.


Thanks Mom

Prompt: You’re Steve’s gf and the golden girl of Hawkins High School … and you aren’t quite as good at taking the high rode as your bf when it comes to Billy Hargrove. 

Warnings: Innuendo. Language. Threats. Basically 25% trying to kill Billy; 75% fluff with Steve’s gf being the Mother of his Children 

You shoved you’re books in your locker just in time for Steve to sweep you off your feet. 

“Hey, good lookin’.” He smiled. 

You rose an eyebrow and restrained a laugh. “Hi Gorgeous. Why are you so chipper?” 

He sighed, toying with the hem of your shirt. “Well I’ve got this crazy hot date tonight.” 

“Ugh, I know, she’s so out of your league.” You grinned. “How do you cope?” 

“Well, you know I’m good in the sack.” He said in a matter-of-fact tone.  

You tossed your head back in laughter, checking to see if anyone had heard him, before leaning closer. 

“You do have that going for you.” You murmured, pecking him on the lips. 

“Yeah?” He kissed you back, and didn’t pull away this time, pressing you against your locker.  

“Harrington. Leave room for Jesus, will you?” Ms. Lockhart barked from her classroom door. 

You pulled away from him and giggled, the slightest hint of blush in your cheeks as you peeked over Steve’s shoulder.  

“Meet me at my car?” Steve said. 

“Why don’t you meet me at mine, sweetheart?” Billy Hargrove strutted by the two of you, shirt unbuttoned halfway down his chest. “I’d love to give you a ride.” 

Steve took his hands from your waist to face Hargrove, but you grabbed his hands and put them back on your hips, looking Billy in the eyes. 

“Stick to what you’re used to, Hargrove. We both know your car isn’t built to handle a girl like me.” You said evenly. 

Tommy, who flanked Billy, let his mouth drop, a giggle escaping. 

“Shut your mouth.” Billy said, with a side glance at Tommy, and then looked back to you, a ghost of a smile on his lips. “Well that’s one hell of a bluff, baby. Why don’t you call me, if you’d like to prove it?” He winked at you and then looked at Steve, “Or if you just get bored.” 

You and Steve both watched him as he made his way down the hallway. 

“Wow.” You said. “What a dick.” 

“Yeah, he’s been after me for a while.” Steve shook his head, “All this alpha male stuff about who runs this school or whatever. It’s bullshit, don’t worry about it.” 

“I won’t.” You said, then Steve looked at you.

“‘We both know you couldn’t handle a girl like me’?” He rose an eyebrow, a smile on his face. 

You bit your lip. “Yeah, was that a bit much?”  

“Babe, that was so hot.” 

You giggled as he pressed you up against the lockers once more, his lips on yours. 

Mister Harrington!” 

He broke away. “Sorry Ms. Lockhart.” He said, still looking at you. “God, you’re wonderful. Do I tell you that enough?” 

“No, not nearly.” You smiled. 

“Jesus Christ. Why don’t you just cream your pants now, Steve?” Came Dustin’s voice, with Will, Lucas, Mike, and Max in tow behind him. 

“Fuck off, man.” Steve took a step back. You noticed a slight blush in his cheeks, and it made you smile. 

“Aw, did I hurt your feelings?” Dustin said. “No really, we can all turn around, give you your privacy in this public school hallway-”

“Hey, I’m the one with the car. So clearly you didn’t hurt my feelings, or your ass would be biking home.” Steve griped, grabbing your hand as you all made for the parking lot. 

“Sorry about that again, by the way.” Max said sheepishly. 

“It wasn’t your fault.” Lucas reassured her. 

“Yeah, she can’t help it her stepbrother’s the Antichrist.” Dustin added. 

“Billy Hargrove? What’d he do?” You turned to look at them. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Steve look at you, and then to the kids. 

“It wasn’t a big thing, really.” Steve said. 

“Basically, he tried to kill us.” Dustin said, ignoring Steve’s pointed looks. 

You stopped on the school’s front steps and turned. “He did what?” 

“Tried to run us over on our way home from school a couple weeks back.” Mike said. 

“I was arguing with him, he was just trying to freak me out.” Max added, rolling her eyes. 

“How-” You stopped, putting your hand on your hip and looking at them. “Exactly how close did he come to killing you?”  

They all glanced at one another. 

“Babe, are you …” Steve began, but you turned on your heel and started down the steps at a fast pace. “Hey, Y/N, where are you going?” 

“Do you still have that tire iron in your trunk?” You asked distractedly. 

“Um … what?” Steve looked at you, bewildered and alarmed. 

You opened his trunk, grabbed the metal instrument, and headed off in a different direction: Billy’s car. 

“Hey. Hey!” Steve called after you, but Dustin grabbed him when he made to go after you. 

Billy sat in the driver’s seat, Carol getting ready to climb in the passenger’s side. He saw you approaching, smiled, and leaned out the window. 

“Bored already, baby-” 

But he hadn’t finish his sentence before you’d lodged the tire iron in his left headlight. The crash attracted the attention of everyone in the nearest vicinity as glass scattered on the pavement.  

“Hey! HEY!” He threw his cigarette out and kicked open the door. 

Billy Hargrove was not a person to be taken lightly, but you only moved closer, stepping up beside the hood of his car. 

“You make a single move, Hargrove, and I will lodge this tire iron in your windshield.” You held it up threateningly. He paused, looking at you in alarm and muted rage. “Where EXACTLY do you get off trying to kill a bunch of kids, huh?” 

“What the fuck are you-”

“Don’t remember that, shitdick?” You raised your weapon higher. 

He glanced at it and then sighed. “Look, Sweetheart, I was just trying to teach my kid sister a lesson, okay? Nothin’ personal.” 

“I don’t give a fuck.” You snarled, leaning forward. “Those kids over there? They’re mine. If I see you so much as take a step in their direction your car will be the least of your problems. I will beat your fucking ass, do you understand me?” 

He watched you for a moment, and then scoffed and shook his head. “Alright, whatever. I get it. Just get the hell off my car.” 

You started to turn and then turned back, putting your hand on his door so he couldn’t shut it. He stopped and looked at you. “And just to be clear, you don’t run this school and neither does Steve. I do.” 

You released his car, turned on your heel, and marched back to the kids, tire iron still hanging from your right hand. Dimly, you heard Billy’s speakers turn up as he tore out of the parking lot. 

“Alright, Y/N!” Mike grinned. 

“Dude, he was so scared!” Max said incredulously. 

“God, Steve, you’re fired. Y/N’s our new Super Mom.” Dustin said. 

You put the tire iron on the hood of Steve’s car and your smile turned sheepish when you finally looked at him. 

“What the hell was that?” He asked, bewildered. 

You shrugged. “He could’ve killed them. We’ve got enough aliens and government conspiracies to deal with without some douche trying to mow them down on the street.”  

“God, I am so hot for you right now.” Steve grabbed your arm and pulled you against him, making you giggle and the kids let out a chorus of hurling noises. “You are the new Wonder Mom, I can’t beat that.” He said.

You pressed a kiss to his lips and grabbed the iron, “We can co-parent. Wonder Dad.” 

Who remembers THIS quote?

“They had you wrapped up like a present yesterday. Like you were his reward.”

Remember Feyre’s response? “So?”

Remember how angry Rhys was at the response? I can agree with him. Because Feyre was so sick that she honestly didn’t care that Tamlin practically owned her. She didn’t care that she was his goddamn REWARD, as if he had done some heroic thing. As if he hadn’t sat and watched while Feyre faced trials and was dying in the dungeons. She hated herself so much and was so reliant on Tamlin and Ianthe that Tamlin could’ve hit her and raped her and done whatever else to her, and she probably would have fought back the first few times, but would stop fighting after a while. So some people say there’s nothing wrong with her response. I say that EVERYTHING was wrong with her response.

And you know what? Here’s another reason I love Rhysand: he brought back that fight in her. Even the first time she came to the Night Court, she fought him because she loathed him. She gained her power back slowly because he helped her realize she never lost it in the first place. And when she grew to like him, that fight didn’t fade. In fact, it thrived. She healed because Rhys helped her understand she was sick. And when she wasn’t sick anymore, and was able to see that she’d been wrong, he stayed with her. Bonded with her. Loved her. Tamlin hated the fight in Feyre and wanted to stop it; Rhys embraced that flame and fanned it to make it grow.

And you know what? If Feyre looked back now and remembered saying “So?” in response to Rhys’ observation, I’m sure she’d be horrified about it. Her strength is the most imspiring thing in the whole ACOTAR series to me. Yes, the whole “Court of Dreams” thing is wonderful, and having friends as amazing as the Inner Circle is cool, too, but nothing is as awesome (and I mean “awesome” in the old way, not the new) as seeing Feyre overcome her demons, love herself, and become such a strong figure. I aspire to be like her one day. So thank you, Sarah J. Maas, because you did more for me through your stories than most ever would’ve bothered to in real life.

“The most common way people give up their power is by thinking they don’t have any.” - Alice Walker

dating tom holland...pt. 3
  • if i’m being honest, he’d probably smell amazing 24/7
  • not even his cologne just like his scent, there’s just something so comforting about him too
  • the day before he had to leave for press or filming he’d cling onto you like a koala
    • “I’m not letting go until I absolutely have to,” he’d whine as you tried to push him off
    • “tom I have to pee,”
    • “no you don’t that’s false,”
  • reluctantly letting go of you so you could go pee
  • hearing your name through the door
    • [Y/N]!!!”
    • “come baaaack”
    • “….I can hear you pee” followed by loud giggling as you flush the toilet and quickly was your hands
  • he promises to call, text, and facetime you as often as possible when he’s away
  • and obviously he sticks to his promises cause he’s that guy™
    • “I miss yoooouuuu”
    • “harrison doesn’t cuddle like you”
    • “I miss your cooking” 
  • reuniting with each other is both your favourite things
  • you’d be waiting at the airport, trying to be as lowkey as possible since there was already a swarm of paparazzi’s
  • him noticing you as soon as he stepped through those doors
  • running and jumping into his arms as he threw down all his belongings
    • multiple kisses all over your face
    • whispering “i’m gonna make up for all our lost time when we get home”
  • and he so does
  • not being able to keep his hands off you the second you step through the door
    • “what gotten into you, tom?” you ask as he nips at your neck and collarbones
    • he freezes before shyly looking up at you, “I-I had a dream…about you…” he trails off
  • you nearly moan at the thought of him having dirty dreams about you
  • sloppy makeup sex 
    • both your actions would be so rushed, just wanting to be connected with each other
    • “fuck, I missed you so much babygirl,” 
    • him trying to make you come at the same time as him
  • as happy as he is to see you, he’s also exhausted and starving so you tell him to take a nap as you make something for dinner
    • “but I wanna nap with my girl,” he’d try to coax 
    • “after dinner,” you bargained as he let out a huff but agreed
  •  waking him up with head scratches 
    • whining when you stop and throw the blankets off him
    • not at all fazed by his naked body
    • him being surprised at you being unfazed because ????? 
  • him always trying to get you naked
    • “let eat dinner…..naked,”
    • “let’s play strip monopoly!” “not a chance tom,” “strip uno?”
  • “tom no”
  • “TOM YES”
  • he can be such a child, hiding all your left shoes or the toothpaste because it’s only a minor inconvenience 
  • whenever you’re at home with him and his family he becomes so much more british
    • “tom I can’t understand what you’re saying anymore”
    • “WHADYA MEAN M8″
  • him getting genuinely jealous when you pay more attention to tessa than him
    • “I’m spider-man though!!!!” he’d whine as you rolled around with tessa
    • having enough of your shit and picking you up, throwing you over his shoulder and bringing you to him room
  • when tom is sick its so much worse because he’s so much more clingy but you also don’t wanna get sick
    • “just a kiss on the nose, please darling” he’d beg as you sighed, finally giving him
    • tilting his head up so you end up meeting his lips instead
    • “if you get me sick i’m gonna kill you, holland”
  • you sitting on his lap because he loves having his arms wrapped around your body
  • if you were in public he’d always be checking behind your back for paparazzi’s because it was date night 
  • baking together becomes a tradition with you guys
    • him smearing icing down your nose before licking it
    • “you taste amazing, sweetheart,” him winking before you choke on a breath  
  • you lying in his lap in bed on nights you can’t sleep
  • so he begins playing with your hair and softly singing to because he knows that’s what puts you out like a light
  • waking you up with slopping kisses all over your face
  • you’re not a morning person so you don’t appreciate being woken up and put your pillow on your face
  • so he ends up eating you out and you can’t even get angry cause it was one of the best orgasms ever
    • “still hate me for waking you up?” he asks cheekily as you roll your eyes playfully
    • that day ends up full of sex, cuddles, and food
  • working out with him but he just ends up getting distracted by all your movements 
  • which leads to post workout sex
    • “your ass looks amazing in those pants, but it looks even better without them, darling,”
  • he secretly loves being domestic with you
  • like he loves doing laundry or cleaning the apartment and even going grocery shopping because he’s imagining your future
    • “you ever think about us? in the future?” he’d ask one day and he immediately regrets it thinking you’ll start freaking out
    • “all the time, bubs,” you say with a smile and he thinks his heart is gonna leap out of his chest
  • his parents and brothers already call you an old married couple
  • both of you agreeing that you’ve still got a long ways ahead of you before you wanna get married or start a family 
  • but you both want to 
  • you’re both each others rocks, always there no matter what time it is
  • sweet little kisses throughout the day 
    • like on the nose
    • or the forehead
    • of the top of your head
  • if you’re wearings rings he’s 100 percent going to play with them when he’s holding your hand 
  • he makes sure to bring you back a souvenir from each place he visits, even if it’s a magnet you love it so much 
  • sharing headphones while waiting for the plane to start boarding 
  • playing ‘guess the song’
    • “i lose every time though,” he’d whine but you just stuck your tongue out
    • purposely playing songs he doesn’t know just to see him pout
    • “you’re just too cute,” “i’m not cute, i’m hot,” “okay, tommy, whatever you say,”
  • him getting tipsy on the plane 
    • “let’s join the mile high club,” while giggling
    • “tom i’m trying to watch a movie,”
    • “and i’m trying to get laid,”
  • he’s actually such a child sometimes and you have to threaten him with no more sex until he finally calms down
  • if he has a random question he will ask you as if you have the answer
    • “how long are giraffes necks????”
    • “how do dolphins sleep with one eye open??”
  • poking your cheeks whenever you’re ignoring him 
    • “pay attention to meeeee,”
  • lying in between his legs on his chest because he insists on having you as close to him as possible

A/N: i died and came back then died again i h8 myself

our little family pt.6 | park jimin

Pairing: Father! Jimin + Reader

Genre: Fluff/Angst + parent au

Word Count: 6.1k

Summary: You were just a pre-school teacher, a simple dream that came true as you always adored children. But what you didn’t know, was how one child and her very special father would change you dream forever.

Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6

AN: Ah…the final part. I just want to say thank you for all those who have read and stayed with me through this lovely journey of writing OLF and being super supportive of the story. I tried my absolute best to wrap it up in the nicest way possible (but just a tad disappointed with my writing :/ ) however again thank you so much and enjoy! 

You tied your messy hair up into a ponytail, attempting to get the small, distracting hairs out of your face as you started to take out things from the refrigerator to make Jieun and yourself some lunch.

Hearing small footsteps behind you and a voice call out your name, you turned around from the countertop to see Jieun standing in the middle of the kitchen, her hands rubbing her droopy eyes as she stared up at you, resembling that of a long, lost puppy.

A warm smile spread across your face as you exclaimed, “Hey, look at you, you’re up!” as you lifted the little girl into your arms and spun her around, eliciting small giggles from her mouth before setting her down on the kitchen countertop.

Your eyes glanced towards the time before looking back at Jieun, “Do you feel hungry? It’s almost lunchtime.”

She nodded quickly, a big smile spreading across her face when she asked, “Can we eat cookies? I really liked your cookies last time!”

You giggled as you pinched her nose softly, “Uh-huh, you can’t eat cookies for lunch now, can you?! How about we make some macaroni and cheese and then we’ll bake cookies for snack time later? Does that sound like a good idea?”

Her eyes lit up at that as she grinned, “Mac and cheese?! That’s my favorite! Daddy makes it for me all the time.”

“Well then it’s up to you to pick who’s Mac and cheese you like better okay?” you teased, as she nodded happily before whispering to you, “I think you might win Ms. L/N. Daddy sometimes burns the cheese and it turns all black and gooey.”

You laughed at that before saying, “Well, I guess it’s time to teach him how to properly cook huh?”

“Or Ms.L/N could come live with us? Then you can cook delicious food for me and daddy!” Jieun exclaimed, an innocent smile on her face.

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Not A Joke - Soulmate AU! Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Soulmate tattoo - Your soulmates birthdays appears on your body. Imagine being a young adult in the year 2017 and having ‘March 10th, 1917’ written on your arm (REQUEST BY ANON)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warning: None, really ! Enjoy,,,,

Word count: 2K

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March 10th, 1917
She didn’t get it; nobody did. How could she, a woman that lived in the year 2017, have a soulmate that is 100 years old? She always thought it was a painful joke. Everyone around her had years written on their wrist, arms, legs, you name it. But from the year 1917? No. She was the only one. The one who had a joke for a soulmate.

Yeah, sure, maybe there was one old man still kickin’ it out there, but there was no chance in hell she’d marry him. There was no chance she’d put herself in that type of predicament, therefore, her tattoo was a joke.

It pissed her off, beyond what anyone could imagine. Everyday, she was reminded by the date, the date tattooed in the crease of her arm. It pissed her off because she wasn’t the type that normally attracted anyone. She wasn’t the one for love, or so that’s what she thought. Nobody was really interested in her, and the only chance of someone liking her was for a laugh.

She was deep in her thoughts when someone brought her back to reality.

“Hey, (Y/N)! Don’t want to be caught dozing off on the job, do you?” Her friend, Austin, threw a hacky sack at her arm.

Laughing, she picked it up and swung it back at him. “You need these for the customers! Don’t go throwing them at your friends!”

He swiftly grabbed the toy before setting it on the small counter. There were a handful of booths in the amusement park, and they just had to make him watch over the ones with miniature bing bags.

While Austin was taking over the booth called ‘Tin Can Toss’, she was in charge of the ‘I Can Guess Your Weight/Age!’ game. She hated it, really, but she had to make money some how, and for her it was guessing something she didn’t nearly care about.

It’s not that it was boring, but it was stupid. They had her take special classes, 45 minutes a day wasted on learning what was the best way to guess someone’s age or weight. Sure, she’d rather be working at a Starbucks or any old candy store, but for now she was stuck on a guessing game.

“Keep an eye out, I think that group over there is planning on playing your game” Austin spoke up, pointing in the direction behind her.

She looked over her shoulder and groaned. Three guys and girl were leaning up against a fence that surrounded the carousel nearby, their eyes stuck on the booth you sat in. A darker male was laughing loudly, nudging another man with long brown hair your way.

“Nah, they’re just laughing at how stupid the game is.”

“I don’t know, (Y/N). I think they’re coming!” He nodded his head in their direction, clearly pointing out that the group was making their way toward you.

She practically whined at her friend before turning towards the customers with a fake smile.

“Hello! Plan on playing?” She kept that fake smile plastered on her face, observing each and every one of them.

“Yeah, actually, my friend here wants you to guess his age.” The darker man from before clamped his hands on the back of the brunettes shoulders, pushing him even closer to her.

“Oh, yeah? Alright, let’s give it a go! It’ll just be 5 dollars.” She watched as the third man dug his wallet out of his pocket. After a few moments, he handed her the bill and she stuck it in the apron around her waist.

“Okay, so let’s see.” She walked toward the shy man, looking him up and down, studying his facial features and body shape. “You don’t mind if I just… awkward check you out, right? I promise, it’s part of the job.”

He smiled, chuckling silently. His eyes observed the woman before him, watching her study his body as if it were an art piece in a gallery.

“Well, before I guess, remember that if I’m 2 years off, it counts. Alright?” She crossed her arms, thinking one last time before receiving a nod from the male.

“Okay, give it your best.” His friends behind him laughed, covering their mouths. She knew something wasn’t right, but she didn’t know what. The whole group was acting weird. Why were they acting weird?

“28.” She shrugged her shoulders, wrinkling her eyes in uncertainty. She watched them as they held their laughter in, trying not to seem like they were laughing at her guess.

“Way off?” She dropped her arms, sighing. “I’m new to this job. I lost, go ahead and grab a prize.” She placed a hand on her hip, the other rubbing her face as she closed her eyes.

“Don’t even want to know my actual age?” He hesitantly stood there, looking back at his friend, then returning his gaze back at her.

“To see how much I failed? Nah, I’ll pass.” She smiled while doubting herself, watching the man rub his stubble.

“You technically are around that age physically, Bucky. Cut her some slack, she was right.” The blond friend set his hand on Buckys shoulder.

She furrowed her eyebrows, giving a confused smile. “Whatever that’s suppose to mean.”

He looked back at his friends, receiving an ‘approval’ nod. Not only did she notice, but she was even more confused as she was before.

“Well, I don’t know how to say this but,” He trailed off, looking behind him at his blond friend again. She could tell he was looking for reassurance, but not what for. “I’m 100 years old. My body looks around 28 years old, but technically I’m 100.”

She put on a humorous smile, looking over at Austin who was eavesdropping from the booth. He hid his laugh, shrugging at her.

“100? Glad I know someone around the same age, I’m 97.” She held her hand out at Bucky, smiling mischievously while he gave her a serious look.

“Don’t believe me?” She dropped he hand, rolling her eyes at how serious he was taking the act.

“Why would I? There is no way in hell you’re 100 years old. You don’t even look old enough to have your own children.” She leaned against the back of the booth, crossing her arms and laughing dryly.

“He’s not lying.” The friend from earlier walked forward, setting his hand on Buckys shoulder. “Ever heard of Captain America?”

She continued to stare strangely at the men, wondering why they’re even telling her this. Even if they were telling the truth, why go as far as this to prove it to her?

“Steve Rogers, the face of America! A man who was frozen in ice, brought back, and now works for the Avengers or something. Are you telling me you’re Captain America?” She sarcastically explained, rubbing her eyes, and growing tired of the conversation. None of it made sense to her, and she didn’t care anyways.

“Well, I am. This here is my friend Bucky.” The blond claimed, staring at her as if not an ounce of what he said was a lie.

She leaned her head back, looking at the sky.
Great, (Y/N). Here you are, sitting at a worthless booth being told this man is 100 years old and is best friends with Captain America.

“Okay, but why are you telling me this?” She straightened her back, grabbing the nearby water bottle and taking a long drink.

“We walked past this booth earlier, and uh,” He trailed off, looking towards the darker man that had kept quiet this whole time. “My friend, Sam, noticed your arm.”

“My arm?” She looked down at her arm, seeing nothing out of the ordinary.

“Well, it says the 10th of March, 1917.” His finger pointed toward the part of your arm which had the birthdate of your soulmate.

“You’re not implying that-“

“Is your birthday (DD/MM/1989)? That’s all I want to know.” Bucky cut her off, staring at her arm and then into her eyes. “I just want to make for sure.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” She furrowed her eyebrows, staring at the floor. There was no way he was he soulmate, this made no sense.

She took a deep breath, accepting the situation and began to believe it. Why would they lie about this? It had to be true, right?

“All this time I thought I was going to be this old mans soulmate. There’s no way! This has to be a joke!” She ran her hands through her hair, looking over at her friend for support. He shrugged his shoulders before giving her a smile that basically said ‘it’s all on you’.

She inhaled deeply, staring at the blue-eyed man in front of her. “If you are my soulmate, then this whole time I actually had one, and it wasn’t some old man on life support. Holy shit! I can’t believe this! I never thought this day would come! I think I’m actually-“

“Calm down, Doll.” His voice spoke deeply to her, calming her down instantly. “Breathe. Just breathe.”

She slowly nodded, taking in a deep breath and calming her heart beat.

Someone scoffed loudly behind him, speaking up in a humorous voice. “Don’t tell her to calm down, you were practically the same way before we calmed you down and brought you over here.”

Bucky rolled his eyes, looking behind him and slapping the mans arm, receiving a troublesome grin. “Sam. You’ve stayed quiet, and then you decided to speak at the worse time?”

Bucky turned back to her, looking at her arm once again before pulling his left sleeve up. “I always thought that God put a date from many generations after me on my arm as a joke. As if I couldn’t love anyone from my own generation. I surrounded myself with different woman, hoping to just prove to myself that I could love someone. Then I lost my arm, and for the longest I couldn’t remember the date that was printed there.”

“Your arm-“ She instantly grabbed his left arm, holding it in her hands and admiring the metal blades. She would have felt sorry, but she somewhat found it amazing. “You can use this as your arm? How is that possible?”

She traced her fingers against the patterns on his arm, holding them strongly in her grip as if it was as fragile as a glass plate.

“Maybe you can explain it to her over dinner tonight.” The woman finally spoke up, giving you both a smirk.

Bucky looked over his shoulder, laughing at what she had said “Did you just hit on her for me?”

“Someone had to do it.”

“Agreed” Steve spoke up, earning a nod from Sam.

“Keep in mind that you were the back alley kid once.” Bucky shook his head before pulling his sleeve back down and shoving his hands into his pockets.

Steve walked up, giving him a pat on the back. “Hey, I’ll leave you two alone for now. Call me when you’re ready.

They shared a smile before exchanging a few words, and parting ways. The three traveled to a food stand across the walkway, slowly watching them both out of the corner of their eyes.

He began to speak, trying to start a small conversation and learn the basics but he kept noticing the obvious glances from across the park.

“Obvious, aren’t they?” He looked across the area, watching them as they quickly look the other way as if they weren’t staring moments before.


He smiled awkwardly before hesitantly holding out his human arm towards her. She gave him a confusing, but humorous look before slowly accepting it and shaking.

“Sorry, I just never got to introduce myself properly. Bucky Barnes, well, James Barnes. I’d like to go by Bucky though.”

“I kinda like James, I don’t know.” She teased, giving him a quick wink and setting her hands on her hips. “Nice to meet you, bucky.”

“C’mon now, Darlin’. I need a name in return.” He sheepishly smiled at her, receiving a blush and an awkward smile.

“(Y/N). (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

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I see a lot of people talking about how sad Tweek sounds during his and Craig’s big break-up, but don’t forget that Craig also takes it badly when they fight:

In ‘Put It Down’:

Obviously upset and sad, only cheers up when he finds a solution to helping Tweek with his problems.

Moping around his family, probably doing whatever the ten year old boy version is of ‘eating ice-cream while watching sad movies and listening to break-up music).

You know, Tweek was perfectly entitled in asking for Stripe #4 back, after Craig wanted his stuff returned, but I’m laughing because now I’m really fucking sad for Craig. Playing with their guinea pig was probably one of the few things making him happy during the fight, and then he lost Stripe as well. I’M GLAD THEY MADE UP, I CANNOT STAND THIS HEARTBREAK).


  • His Hair
    • Ties his hair up into a ponytail a lot to keep his it off of his neck when he’s working out or it’s hot outside
    • His hair smells really good. Like what shampoo does this boy use because it smells AMAZING
  • Watching movies
    • 100% the type to laugh at horror movies, even during the most grisly scenes
    • One of Those People who talks during movies, but not in the fun way (like riffing on it with friends)
      • He mostly complains about how unrealistic something is, or how the plot doesn’t make any sense
  • Books
    • Will always prefer a physical copy of a book over a digital one
      • Used to be a snob about digital books
        • Realized that it’s a way to make books more accessible to people who might not be able to get to a bookstore or the library
          • Character development
    • Collects rare 1st print editions of old books
      • Birthdays and holidays are the best because Ignis always finds a way to snag rare, out-of-print versions of Gladio’s favorites
        • Best boyfriend ever
  • Misc.
    • Had an Energy Drink Phase
      • Not protein shakes
        • Like Red Bull. Monster.
          • GROSS, GLADIO
    • Ridiculous alcohol tolerance
      • If the group is planning to go out and get drunk, Gladio HAS TO PRE-GAME, or he will run up an ungodly tab just to get a buzz going
    • Gives the best hugs
      • Seriously he just envelops whoever’s hugging him and makes them feel so safe :’)
    • Probably the best Chocobro to care for someone who’s sick because he maintains a perfect balance of staying attentive without being overbearing


  • Does a hilarious impression of a Lucian accent
    • You may need to give him a couple of drinks before he’ll attempt it, but it’s So Worth it. 10/10.
  • Prompto taught him how to style his hair like that
    • He was wary to let Prompto mess around with his hair and was Very Surprised when he saw his reflection and actually liked what he saw
  • This probably isn’t surprising, but he loves attending symphony orchestra concerts
    • Really wanted to learn violin as a child, but there was no time for that between his training to be a Royal Advisor
      • Gets wistful and a little jealous as he listens to the first chair violinist at a concert
  • Caught Noctis and Prompto skipping school one time and would not let them hear the end of it
    • He saw them crossing the street as they were on their way to Prompto’s house while he was out to buy ingredients for dinner from the market
        • (Prompto and Noctis totally tried again… and it worked. Please don’t tell Ignis but they totally got away with it.)
  • Gets cranky when he hasn’t had his caffeine
    • Gets really bad caffeine headaches
  • Has the best memory
    • It honestly helps him be so thoughtful because he remembers people’s stories and favorite foods and colors even if he only learned about them in passing comments
  • The King of Multitasking
  • Almost always falls asleep when the group watches a movie together
    • Also sleepwalks sometimes, or does things when he’s awake while still caught up in whatever he’s dreaming about
      • (I do all of this and I may be Projecting)
        • (One time I dreamed I was late for school. I got out of bed, dressed myself, and didn’t realize that I’d been dreaming and it was 3 AM until I was in the living room, about to walk out the front door)
          • (My pants were on backwards)
            • (I went back to sleep with all of my clothes on)
    • Okay so imagine the scene. The boys are asleep inside the tent together in the dead of night. The world is still.
      • And then
        • Ignis: “I hate carrots”
        • Prompto:
        • Prompto: “YOU WHAT”
          • This wakes up the whole gang and Prompto almost gets kicked out of the tent to fend for himself
    • Prompto endeavors to catch Ignis talking in his sleep again and recording the evidence
      • He’s sacrificing a good night’s sleep, but it will be Worth It
      • He waits
        • And then
          • Ignis: *Abruptly sits up*
          • Prompto:
          • Ignis:
          • Ignis: “They’re here.”
          • Prompto: “W-Who…?”
          • Ignis: “The childlren.”
          • Prompto: “The what…?”
          • Ignis: *Lays back down and immediately falls asleep*
          • Prompto: “What the wheelie-popping fuck”
      • Prompto shows them all the video the  next day and Ignis is just. So very quiet.
        • What was he talking about???? We’ll never know.

A lot of fics and prompts and ideas and what have you have Draco and Harry hyphenate their last name when they’re married. For example: Malfoy-Potter.

Well. Imagine they were avidly against double-barrelled surnames (because they couldn’t agree whose should come first), but they also couldn’t really settle on just one surname, so they each go by their own–Draco uses “Malfoy”, Harry uses “Potter”, and it’s fine. Most of the time, that is.

It’s fine until one of them pisses the other off, and then a quick way to make them even more pissed is to switch the surnames–especially in public.

Consider: Harry cuts into Draco’s primping time before a ministry function, and Draco is prickly the whole night because he has a ritual, okay, it takes time to look as good as he does, Harry. So. Draco’s peeved, and they get to the ministry thing.

Harry has the odious pleasure of various meet-and-greets with the attendees.

“Harry P–” he starts to say, but Draco jumps in smoothly.

“Malfoy. We’re married now, dear, remember?”

Harry glares at him, but can’t say anything right there in the middle of the auditorium, and the couple Harry’s been introducing himself to titter into their hands and exchange meaningful looks that make both Harry and Draco want to gag.

“Harry Malfoy,” the man greets him, and for the rest of the night, that’s all anyone will call him because it’s spread, or Draco has ensured every time he opens his mouth to introduce himself, he gets there first.

In retaliation, Harry signs Draco up for as many ridiculous mail-order shopping subscriptions he can get his hands on, because that’ll surely drive Draco mad.

The poor shop attendants who are in charge of these things scratch their heads confusedly at the order, but no, when they check, the slip is very firm on what it wants. They shrug but send the subscription out anyway.

For the next two weeks, an alarming number of owls arrive with booklets and pamphlets and magazines and instructional leaflets addressed to Mr. Draco Potter on all manner of topics from the latest maternity fashion to hair loss products and treatments.

Draco, of course, works himself up into a progressively bigger and nastier snit with each one that arrives while Harry sits back and watches, amused.

(Of course, until Draco comes after him, and they do say hell hath no fury like a  woman scorned. Whatever–it’s close enough.)


You get to take a break. We got ‘em in the war. Go to a dance hall, go see a show, go do whatever it is the Millennials do these days. Take a 24 hour pass. Hell take a 48 hour pass. The Army can’t fire me, I issue you all a 48 hour pass to use at your leisure. 

The fight will still be here when you get back, unless a miracle happens in the next 48 hours, in which case clearly we did okay while you were eating jello cups and watching The Great British Bake-Off. 


one of the things i wanted to post for @twinyardsappreciationweek

Neil looks pretty frazzled, at this point. He’s pacing back and forth across the court lounge, to the point there’s probably going to be a rut in the carpet later.

“I’m sure I can play,” Robin says like she isn’t on crutches right now nursing a nasty sprained ankle and knee. She sounds like she’s trying to assuage Neil, but it doesn’t work.

“What are you going to do, hop across the goal?” Wymack asks. He’s leaning against the wall, arms crossed and doing a good job of pretending like he doesn’t care much about the fact that they’re days out from playing the Ravens without a single uninjured goalkeeper.

Neil comes to an abrupt halt and turns to face the rest of the team. “We managed to play every game through my freshman year when we were barely above the minimum player number. Are we seriously going to have to scratch from a game, from this game, because we somehow don’t have a goalie who can play?”

“You should have recruited more goalkeepers,” one of the freshmen mutters. They’re fucking weak, because it’s not clear who said it. Neil was the worst freshman in history, but at least he spoke up and owned it when he was talking shit.

“Shut up,” Nicky tells whoever it was indignantly. “Goalies don’t get injured. There’s no way we could have foreseen this. But Neil, I really don’t think there’s anything we can do. Unless we, like, recruit someone, or sabotage the Ravens so they scratch first.”

Clearly they can’t do either of those things, but Nicky really shouldn’t put ideas like that in Neil’s head. It won’t work out for any of them. Aaron can just about sense his brain turning that idea over.

“Aaron,” Andrew says, likely because he can recognise the same thought process.

“No,” Aaron replies, without looking away from his phone.

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1) So it was just JIMIN whining cutely to escape the punishment.

Meanwhile Jungkook,

Jimin was so cute here OMG, i don’t blame the Bun.

2) What do we have here? Oh it’s just JIMIN trying on his ‘small” size helmet.

Meanwhile Jungkook,

He says this not once but twice to make sure his Jiminie-hyung has heard him clear. To which JIMIN just stares unlike how he immediately said thanks in Osaka mission. 

Why? Is someone shy?

3) It’s our Pink Mochi on the big screen laughing awkwardly cause its the 2nd time he was captured on the big screen.

Meanwhile Jungkook,

4) hey it’s everyone praising the yoonmin park in spring day and Jimin saying its his favorite(mine too Jimin)

Meanwhile Jungkook,

5) Okay Jimin slightly backing away. Jungkook you should watch out and not bum….p

Yes, so meanwhile Jungkook,

Well he did avoid his face bumping while making sure his entire body is flush against Jimin. Props to the Bun!!

6) So it’s that time where everyone is listening to the game rules. well everyone minus?!

Meanwhile Jungkook,

I’m lowkey doubtful of this but still i decided to include cause JIMIN actually noticed Kookies approach and u can see the change in their expressions thinking about whatever it was.

A/N:I hysterically laughed at the part Jimin turns his head amused.

Cr. to me for all the crappy looking gifs.

The quality edited gifs belong to rightful owners.

afraid of (1500 words)

the bunker is quiet after jack leaves. there’s something in the air, a mix of agitation and resignation – it hurts to breathe, or maybe that’s just dean.

sam turns in almost immediately after the initial shock, after cas hurried to both of them and looked for injuries. turns out he still got the juice because he insists on healing dean’s small scratch for no reason whatsoever.

now it’s just both of them, sitting there awkwardly, dean inspecting the dirt under his fingernails, cas nursing a beer. this, dean muses, would be the perfect opportunity to – well, say something, but he doesn’t know what or rather, how.

nothing he says could ease the pain of losing jack, anyway, and that should be his top priority now. it certainly is cas’, if his crestfallen face is anything to go by. so dean’s lost in his own thoughts, alternating between hating himself for being so hostile to jack and hating himself for being a selfish bastard who’s happy that he’s got cas alone.

it’s curious, how easy it was to fall back into his old patterns with cas – to tease him affectionately, to issue and take orders between them, to, well, stare at him with unabashed amazement. he likes to think it’s because cas is literally back from the dead, but really, it’s just a regular old day in his life.

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Love Chug ❤️ (18+) (Expansion)

A short story based on a RP,

By @jacker-vizkon

“Did that go well?” She asked nervously to her companion next to her as they walked down the hallway.
“It went amazing. Thanks so much for taking me out, Anne-Marie.” Jennifer replied happily, reaching her hand out for Anne’s. They clasped their hands in one another’s.
“Good..good, that’s good. I was nervous at first but by the end I felt really comfortable around you.” Anne smiled, brushing her hair back over her ear.
“I feel really relaxed when I’m around you.” Jennifer said, staring up at the ceiling lights while they walked together.
“You’re so cute when you do that.” Anne giggles before unlocking the front door and ushering Jennifer into the dark apartment.
“See, I was thinking…” Anne mumbles while guiding Jennifer towards the bedroom. “Since we have such great chemistry, what if we challenged it? You know, had a bit of a competition?” She smiled, pushing open her bedroom door and flicking on the light. 7 of those blue gallon drums of water you see in offices were laying on the floor around her bed. “Drinking contest!” Anne shouted excitedly, scuttling towards her bed. Jennifer stood in the doorway, staring in like an outsider.
“So what do ya think?” Anne asked smiling as she unscrewed the top of one of the gallons. Jennifer’s eyes focused on the funnel and hose that laid on the bed.
“Hehe…I uh, I don’t think I can drink all that!” She awkwardly joked, picking at the loose string on her jeans. She steps into the room, closing the door behind her politely.
“The loser is whoever taps out, whoever can’t drink anymore and can barely move. The winner gets to do whatever they please to the loser. Sound fair? Yeah? Good? Cool.” Anne stumbled over her words.
“I uh–” Jennifer paused, failing to find the right words. She walked over and sat on one corner of the bed while Anne sat on the other.
“You ready to lose?” She teases
“I-I won’t lose!” She replies with a cute determination as she sits there visibly shaking, nerves shooting through her limbs. Anne picks up her gallon and tips it back into her mouth, gulp after gulp of water. Jennifer watches anne’s belly rise and fall with each swallow, already testing her jean’s belt button. Jennifer’s face goes red, her eyes darting back and forth with embarrassment. Anne lifts her gallon higher in the air, her shirt rising and exposing her slowly bloating stomach. She puts the jug down, catching her breath.
“Not a bad start, eh?” Anne chuckles wiping water from her mouth. She lifts the jug back up to her mouth, chugging once more. The rushing water went straight to her stomach, distending as it pushed against the waist of her pants. Her jean clasp came undone, allowing her taut belly to slowly force her zipper down. Jennifer sat there in awe, watching her date fill herself with water. She snaps out of her anxious funk and grabs the nearest jug, cracking it open and beginning to drink as well. Anne puts her gallon down and watches Jennifer put away liters of the water straight down her throat. She watched as Jen’s chubby belly began to make an imprint against her tight white blouse.
“This is love at first sight” she thought to herself. Jennifer doesn’t stop chugging. Her belly pulling her blouse down farther, tugging a few of her shirt buttons undone as well as her pants zipper. Anne sat there admiring the girl, forgetting all about the competition. She scoots over closer to Jennifer to get a closer look. In less than a minute her stomach is already growing rounder.
“Man, this is amazing.” Anne reaches out and places a soft hand on Jennifer’s seemingly pregnant tum. She recoils in shock and rips the bottle from her lips, her eyes wide.
“Oh, I’m sorry did I scare you?” Anne giggles.
“U-uh, yeah! Rule number one, don’t tease your opponent.” She pouts as her cheeks blush.
“Yeah, You’re right my mistake.” Anne said as she pretended to scoot away. She turned around quickly and groped her belly with both hands and squeezed twice. Jennifer squeals in surprise.
“Stoooop!!” She yells back playfully, trying to hit Anne. They both pick up their gallons and start chugging again. Anne finishes the last sip and throws the bottle to the side.
“That’s one down.” She boasts.
“To be fair, you got a head start!” Jennifer yelled back.
“Yeah, only cause you were busy gawking at my smoking hot bod.” She laughed, shaking her hips at Jen while she opened her next bottle. Anne took a breather and unbuttoned the first 4 buttons of her shirt and rolled it up so that her water-baby bump could breathe. Jennifer stared out of the corner of her eye at Anne’s round belly.
“God, I’m so tight.” Anne belched, pulling her pants beneath her waist line for more room. She undoes the rest of the buttons and tosses the shirt aside, standing only in her jeans and a pink victoria’s secret bra. Jennifer timidly turns her eyes away before looking back and then focusing on her drink. She begins to chug the last of the gallon. Swallowing, swallowing, swallowing. The holes in her old white blouse began to multiply as it was stretched and pulled in every direction. The neck of her shirt was pulled down far enough to see her black, lace, ‘special-occasion’ bra. She readjusts her sitting position on the bed, creating an audible water sloshing sound.
“Gosh, I’m *belch* Huge.” Jennifer says casually as she tosses her first empty bottle to the ground. Anne starts to drink hers again. The water dribbles down her chin and runs down her neck and directly down the middle of her round belly, straight across her belly button before absorbing into her jeans. She keeps chugging, not showing any signs of stopping. Her perky tits rest on top of her belly, growing bigger with the rest of her. Her jeans start digging into her thighs as they get thicker with every gulp. She carefully stands up from the bed and walks over to the mirror and spins around.
“Does my ass look fatter to you?” She asks Jennifer, caught off guard.
“Y-yes *belch*” She groans as she leans over and drops her second empty gallon, picking up her third.
“Is that a thing? Does that happen? A lot of water makes the rest of you grow as well?” Anne asks curiously.
“Hell if I know.” She says dismissively. “But…now that you mention it I do feel like my boobs are a little bit bigger.” Jennifer says looking down and weighing her boobs delicately with each hand.
“Let me see, you know, for hands on analysis.” Anne says walking towards Jen.
“Uhm, I’d rather you not.” She scoffs, re-adjusting her position and revealing a giant hole in her crotch to Anne.
Anne wouldn’t mention it.
“Oh, come on. Don’t be a prude now, we’re chugging gallons of water half naked on a Saturday night. How much more personal can we get.” Anne prodded. Jennifer crossed her arms over her chest and stared her down playfully. Anne walks back over to her side of the room, staring at herself in the mirror and slapping her new and enhanced ass. It jiggled like a waterbed. She slid off her jeans, with a good bit of difficulty, and revealed she was wearing sport shorts underneath. Jennifer’s gaze locked onto Anne’s deep wedgie before she focused herself and kept chugging. Anne spun around while Jen was distracted and grabbed the funnel and hose off the bed. In one smooth motion she pulled the water jug out of her mouth and put the hose with the funnel at the end of it. Jennifer replied with a confused and muffled groan.
“Don’t worry, you can do it to me in a minute. Well, that’s if you can move in a minute.” She smiles deviously. She begins pouring the cold water down the funnel and down her throat. She starts fighting it but then accepts it and continues to swallow at the will of Anne-Marie. Jennifer’s belly swells and pushes outwards, aching with pressure. Jennifer places her fingers into a hole in her blouse and pulls until the seams tear to shreds and she tosses it aside. Jennifer looks up into Anne’s eyes while she swallows, her gaze focusing on the full belly in front of her face. She slowly reaches her hands out and begins slowly stroking Anne’s stomach. Then she suddenly slaps it, causing it to jiggle like a bowl of Jello, and causing Anne to yelp out in pain. Anne laughs off the pain and stares back down at Jennifer, submissive, and swallowing every drop that is sent down to her. Anne begins to feel excited, and begins pouring faster. She wants to fill her up, watch her grow bigger and heavier. Jennifer looks down as her belly inches further and her tits grow ever so bigger.
“You don’t seem to be the one winning now!” Anne teases. She tries to take a step back and loses her balance. She falls to the ground, the wind knocked out of her. The impact causes the open gallon on the counter above her to topple over and begin pouring directly into Anne’s open mouth. The force is so strong she can’t help but swallow as the torrent of icy water pours down her gullet, filling her up. Jennifer jumps from her seat, removing the funnel from her mouth. She hops down to her level.
“Are you okay Anne-Marie?!” Jennifer asks worriedly as she tips the water back upright
“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine.” Anne says rubbing the back of her head. “I just need some help getting up, I’m full of water if you didn’t know.” she jokes.
“Oh….oh, okay.” Jennifer says with a certain level of suspicion in her voice. She quickly takes the funnel and places it in Anne’s mouth. Her eyes shoot open in surprise as Jennifer immediately begins pouring in the cold water. She feels it run down her throat. Jennifer stands above, her right foot gently resting on Anne’s wrist to suggest restraint. Anne begins uncontrollably swallowing.
*Mmppphhh!!!* Anne tries to yell out in a panic. She’s only been the dominating one in every relationship she’s had. Now she is being dominated by her submissive partner. She squirms, trapped under the weight of her own full belly. She wants to get away, but the sensation of being forced to expand, being forced to bend to the will of her master? The sensation is unrivaled.
Jennifer let’s up on the pouring of the water.
“Who’s losing now?” She laughs, giggling as she continues to pour water down Anne’s throat. She tries to get up again to no avail, tears begin to well up in her eyes while she moans. Arousal begins to take control of her body.
“Want more?” Jennifer asks while she props up Anne’s head with a pillow. Anne shakes her head no and moans in disapproval as Jennifer begins to pour again. Anne watches as her belly grounds rounder, bigger, and more tight. Her breasts continuing to grow cup sizes, her thighs thickening. She just doesn’t stop filling with water, like she will never reach capacity. She’s completely helpless. Jennifer has total control over her. The underwire of anne’s bra is the last thing holding it in place. Jennifer reaches in oh so delicately and snaps the wire, allowing Anne’s giant breasts to fall onto her chest. Jennifer leans in, massaging Anne’s breasts and playing with them while she laughs.
“Tell me, do you know how great your tits are?” Jennifer asks, taking on this whole new dominating personality. She removes the funnel from Anne’s mouth.
“…Y-Yeah, I’ve been told they’re pretty great.” Anne mutters while catching her breath. She reaches out towards Jen’s chest to try and cop a squeeze. Jennifer slaps her hand away,
“Hey, be careful! This bra is on the breaking point right now!” She jokes.
“Now, do me a favor and roll onto your belly.” Jen smiles. Anne-Marie does her best to roll on her own but needs the help of Jennifer to push her side and roll her like she’s a plump Violet Beauregard. Anne burps, the gas forced out of her by her own weight.
“Excuse me, sorry about that. You know…I think I like being forcefully dominated. I’ve always thought I was the dom, but maybe I want to be the sub.” She thinks out loud. “Especially by you, Jen.” She looks into her eyes, her gaze drifting up and down her thick, round body.
“Would it be a problem if I, the winner, took advantage of you, the loser, anyway I see fit?” Jennifer smiles down at Anne.
“It wouldn’t be an issue at all, baby.” Anne smiles back. Jen grabs the hose and connects it to the end of a gallon. She shoves the other end up Anne’s ass, and gives it a nice smack to make it jiggle.
“Ooh!…” Anne moans as the cold water rushes in through her ass, she can feel it making its way to her belly. Her nipples become erect as she fills with more and more water and grows.
“Oh fuck, it’s so good!” She cries out.
“Someone’s a bit excited.” Jennifer teases, her gaze on Anne’s soaking wet panties.
“Please, please, please. Please touch my pussy. I’m so horny I can’t stand it. Please baby.” Anne pleads with Jennifer as she’s pumped full of water.
“You want me to play with your pussy?” She teases. She hovers her fingers delicately over her pink pussy lips, barely stroking her clit, before slowly sliding in and then out again.
“Oh, god please. Play with me, finger me, anything, treat me like your balloon girl. I can’t wait any longer!” She cries out
“Uh-uh-uh,” Jennifer replies. “I choose to do as I please.” She circles around to Anne’s front and tells her to open. She places a second hose in her mouth, attached to a second gallon jug. She begins pouring that one as well. The sensation of the cold water entering her both directions is almost orgasmic. Her entire body bloats out further, she rapidly begins to rise from the floor as her belly grows bigger. Her eyes roll to the back of her head as she moans in pleasure. After a minute both gallons are empty and Anne’s legs are entirely lifted off the ground, resting on her own stomach as if it were a waterbed. Jennifer slowly walks around Anne’s helpless mass, stroking her naked body with her index finger. She crouches down and buries her face into Anne’s exposed, wet, pink pussy.
“OH GOD YES!!” She screams out in ecstasy. The sound of Jennifer eating her out is mixed with the sound of the water inside both of them sloshing back and forth. Anne’s knuckles go white as she grips the carpet. Jennifer leans in closer, face between anne’s chubby thighs. Face to face with her fat ass. Jennifer’s tight belly presses against every inch of Anne’s soft body. She recoils in pleasure as Jen continues to vivaciously eat her out. Anne begins to let out quiet rhythmic moans, she’s getting close. Jennifer grabs on tight to Anne’s ballooning ass, circling her sensitive clit with her tongue.
“OH GOD YES!” Anne cries out, her legs quaking, shivering, and jiggling in ecstasy.
“I’M GONNA…I-I’M GONNA!!..” Anne gasps for air. “OoOoOhhhoh GOD!” She moans through clenched teeth, her body convulsing as endorphins run through her. Jennifer slows down, delicately and meticulously licking anne’s cunt. Jennifer lets out moans between licks and sucks. Anne’s body releases all her tension, going limp, resting her face on her own inflated breasts to catch her breath.
“That was amazing.” Anne says exasperatedly. “I love you Jennifer, especially that tongue of yours.” She teases. Jennifer kneels down as best as she can, placing her arms under each of Anne’s arm pits, struggling to lift her up. Jennifer barely manages to stand to her feet, the weight of her body too much to stand. Jennifer quickly guides her to the bed and has her lay down on the right side, the bed creaking and groaning under Anne’s sloshing mass.
“Jen, do me a favor and grab that gallon right there, the last one.” Anne says, pointing at the last gallon jug that’s filled with a purple bubbling liquid. Jennifer walks over, eyeing the peeling sticker on the side of the bottle. She runs her hand over it, sticking it back into place. It reveals a cartoon purple grape. She picks up the jug and walks back over to the bed, crawling next to Anne to the best of her ability. They’re really testing the limits of the bed now.
“What is this one?” Jen asks as she unscrews the cap, a *hiss* of carbonation into the air. The room fills with a sweet scent.
“It’s one I saved just for you, the last one, blueberry flavored.” Anne smiles, tracing her finger down Jennifer’s exposed back as she talks. It sends chills up Jen’s spine.
“Now…Chug.” Anne says demandingly.
“I love blueberry!” Jennifer yells optimistically, tilting the jug back into her mouth. The flavor hits her tongue, releasing euphoria. She chugs and chugs, her already stretched belly extends to new limits. Her flesh around her belly button begins to turn a dark blue hue, spreading outwards encompassing her torso. Anne watches the color run up Jennifer’s body, unbeknownst to her. Jennifer’s cleavage turning a dark purple. She puts the bottle down, letting out a cute burp. A loud gurgling sound can be heard from her stomach. The bed begins to creak and groan.
“Wow, that actually tastes really good.” Jennifer says, genuine honesty in her voice. She notices a blurry blue dot in the center of her vision where the tip of her nose would usually be.
“I’M BLUE? AND GROWING?!” Jennifer freaks out at the rapid growth of her body. Anne sits back, biting her lip watching the dominatrix become helpless. The rapid expansion of her body, faster than ever before. Her ballooning belly and tit’s begin to push her back farther into the bed pillows. The creaking of the bed only grows louder. Her swollen thighs and arms grow chubbier as they fill with juice. The whites of her eyes become more vibrant in contrast to her skin color, the panic on her face more visible as she is smothered by her own body. She’s gaining pounds of weight by the second, growing wider and thicker. Her black bra seconds from snapping as her once modest sized tits now pass an F-cup.
“This is just the beginning, darling.” Anne teases, grabbing ahold of one of Jennifer’s breasts and squeezing. Jennifer cries out in pain and ecstasy, her groaning and bubbling body creates a cacophony with the creaking and bending bed. Anne manages to get to her knees, her entire body wobbling as she does. She straddles on top of jennifer’s wide, round, expanding tummy.
“See you got too comfortable in the domination position. Someone’s gotta put you back in your place.” Anne smiles, staring into Jen’s terrified and helpless eyes as her cheeks fill with juice. Anne reaches her hand back, her middle and ring finger together and slowly glides them over Jen’s pussy, perfectly spreading her lips and grazing her clit. As Jennifer gets aroused a dark purple juice leaks out of her nipples, wetting her bra.
“You’ve sprung a leak my big blueberry girl.” Anne chuckles. *Mmmphhh!!* Jennifer tries to call out through her chubby cheeks. Anne reaches out and grabs a hold of the black bra, pulling back with all her force until the straps snap. Jennifer moans as her tits bounce and rest on top of her growing belly, the liquid running down her body. Anne leans in, placing her entire mouth over her titty. She sucks hard, swallowing gulps of the tasty juice. Jen moans again, her toes curling in ecstasy. Unknown to Anne, her belly begins to adorn the same blue hue. It rapidly spreads across her whole body as she continues to suck and down the juice, her right hand still going to work on Jen’s cunt.
“Mmmmpph!! Mmmmph Mmph!” Jen calls out between moans. Anne looks up at her pet, noticing the same blurry blue dot in the center of her vision. Anne leans back, eyeing her body, watching the juice re-tone every inch of her flesh. She hears the familiar loud gurgling, and looks down watching her belly rapidly expand outwards. Jennifer continues to grow, her vision obscured by her bulbous breasts and full belly. As she grows rounder, her body pushes off the headboard, she’s standing upright on the bed nearly spherical and immobile. Her arms and legs are engulfed into her ballooning frame. “Mmmmphh!!” She tries to yell, her cheeks puffier and puffier. Through her moans you can hear her sobs, she thinks she’s going to pop if she doesn’t stop growing. Anne begins to catch up as her thighs and midsection become rounder and rounder, losing all definition as she fills with juice. Two giant naked blueberries next to each other on top of the bed, leaking blue juice all over the white linens and carpet. They wobble back and forth.
“N-No! This, this is too much! I didn’t plan for this–” Anne cries out, her voice cut off by the muffling of her chubby cheeks. “Mmmmph!” She tries to add, but it’s no use. Jennifer begins to reach the ceiling, her hands and feet wiggling in a panic. What used to be her shoulders begin to press into the ceiling, the pressure terrifies her. She feels like a balloon in a trash compactor. Anne is about ⅔ the size of Jennifer when the bed begins to creak loudly. *Snap!*
The bed crashes to the ground, both of their bodies jiggling and recoiling. “I camt take anymooohhh!” Anne tries with all her might to yell through her bloated cheeks. Anne’s barefoot makes contact with Jen’s exposed pussy. Anne begins to leak more and more of the juice out of her cunt and her ass. Jennifer follows suit but despite how much she leaks she continues to grow, squashed against the ceiling. Her muffled screams can be heard, getting quicker and quicker, louder and louder. Jennifer’s belly creaks like an overinflated balloon, reaching capacity.
“MmmmMMPHHH!!!” Jen cries.
Juice rains to the floor, along with Jennifer falling to the ground, gasping for air. She’s down to around her normal size except for some left over bloating around her belly ass and tit’s.
“Wh-what happened? I-I’m okay?!” Jen cries out in joy. Anne’s wobbling from side to side, her support now missing. She moans out in fear, her hands flailing. A loud creaking is coming from within her. The juice that rained down from jennifer’s explosion pools on the floor and is soaked up by Anne’s ass.
“We have to pop you to get you back to normal size!” Jen yells up to Anne.
“Mmmph!” She replies.
A sequencing sound, like pumping an air balloon with air can be heard from Anne.
*PHSSST* with each sound, Anne grows out quickly in diameter.
*PHSSST* “Mmph!” She moans as she’s pressed further into the ceiling
*PHSSST* Bigger and bigger she grows, filling nearly half the room, leaking a river of purple juice. Jennifer slides open the patio door and grabs the garden hose wrapped up outside. She pushes it into Anne’s ass and turns it onto max. She then runs into the corner and ducks for cover.
Creaking, Groaning, louder and louder, quicker pace. She’s so big, she has a much more intense capacity than little Jennifer.
“POP YOU BIG BEAUTIFUL BLUEBERRY!” Jennifer calls out to Anne. The ecstasy builds within Anne, the pressure so intense. She feels her skin tighten, the familiar creak and groan she heard not a minute ago.
Purple juice rains from the ceiling and covers the whole room. Anne falls onto the soaking wet carpet, a thicker and more curvaceous version of her previous self. Jennifer runs over without saying a word and wraps her arms around her.
“I thought I was going to lose you.” She whispered into Anne’s ear. They pull their heads back, look deep into each other’s eyes, and lean in locking lips onto one another and passionately kiss.
Jennifer pulls away and smacks her lips.
“Uh, do you taste that?” She asks Anne nervously.
“Oh no…” Anne says, fear in her voice as she scans the room looking at the dripping purple liquid. “it’s like an endless fucking cycle! We’ll never get out of here!” Anne breaks down, sobbing. Jennifer places her hands gently on both sides of Anne’s face, forcing her to look at her.
“Look at me…I don’t care how long this lasts as long as I’m doing it with you.” Jennifer smiles sweetly, wrapping her arms around Anne’s chubby blue waist feeling it bubble and expand in her hands. She places her lips back on Anne’s.
“After we pop, let’s take a hot shower and head back to my place.” Jennifer says reassuringly, Anne nods the tears on her cheek drying as her skin grows a deep shade of blue.
“I’d really…really like that.” Anne chuckles, tears of joy down in her face.
They lean in again, kissing passionately as they expand and balloon together once again. As their second time, the experience is more pleasurable and fascinating. Their bellies grow outwards, meeting in the middle. Anne’s ass grows the opposite direction of her belly, Jennifer’s tits perking up and ballooning. Anne reaches her hands out and sensually massages Jen’s tits. Both their bodies expand outwards, both of them reaching capacity at the same time.
Jennifer helps Anne up from the ground and they run into the shower together, turning on the hot water. The purple juice running off their bodies. They passionately hold one another, bonding and loving each other.
They get dressed, gather what’s left of their things, and leave the apartment hand in hand.

*1 Hour Later…*

“Hellooo?” A voice enters the dark apartment, setting down their keys and bag on the kitchen counter.
“Anybody home? Anne-Marie?” The roommate calls out, carefully walking through the pitch black hallway. She pushes open the bedroom door and turns on the light. She’s hit with the fresh scent of blueberries and sees the shredded bed frame and blue soaked sheets.
“What the fuck happened her-” She asks before slipping and falling into a pool of juice on the ground.

“…Oops” she whimpers as the puddle instantly begins to grow smaller as it’s absorbed into her.

The End.

These couch days

Originally posted by tomhiddleston-gifs

Request: Can you maybe make a Tom Hiddleston imagine, where it’s super cute and fluffy, maybe where the reader has seriously bad period cramps, or something like that and Tom is just an absolute darling?? Love your blog❤️❤️

Author’s Note: Finally another request done, next up is a new Chapter of Feelings and Work and after that another Loki x reader. Enjoy, as always leave comments if you like 😊 Love, Lis

You already went to bed with the familiar cramps and this knowing feeling what’s going to happen tonight. So in the morning you weren’t surprised about the pain in your abdomen and in your back. And of course the familiar feeling of nausea.

You laid in bed a little longer but then got up and moved to the shower. A hot shower usually helped a bit, if not you would move on to the medicine resting on the kitchen counter. The first two days are the worst normally, so you are thankful that is was Saturday.

Moving on from the shower to some breakfast you meet Tom in the kitchen waiting with Tea on you.

“Good morning, love. I made you some tea and a hot water bottle.” He says while handing you the tea and slowly moving you over to the couch. Turning around you smiled when you saw that he turned the couch into the most comfortable place you have ever seen. With super soft and cuddly blankets and pillows. He moves to sit you down and you sip the tea while he puts the hot water bottle on your back and a blanket over your lap.

“How did you know?”

“I have a phone reminder.” He says casually and you laugh, nearly spilling your tea.

“Please tell me you are not serious.” You chuckle and he just smiled at you.

“I’m not, I just noticed how you were holding and rubbing your stomach last night. You only do that around this time of the month.”

“Taking care of me and still being too British to say ‘period’” you chuckle.

He sticks his tongue out at you and goes back to getting everything set up. Whatever that everything was. You finish your tea and lay back completely on the couch. You watch him running around for a little while until he is done and crawls behind you on the couch with remotes.

“What are you up to, Hiddleston?” you ask him, turning your head to look at him.

“Just making you comfortable. We’re watching your favorite movies on Netflix and amazon and whatever else we have and I’ll keep on getting you tea and refresh your hot water bottle until you feel better.”

“What if I tell you I feel better already?” you say.

“Then I know you’re lying because you are still holding your stomach. Don’t think I don’t see that under the blanket.” He answers, smiling at you and giving you a kiss on the cheek.

You smile and snuggle up to him, laying your head on his chest. A few minutes later you are already asleep, just by being snuggled up to Tom and him rubbing your stomach and arms. You wake up a while later because a wave of cramps and nausea hits you. Not enough to throw up though, which annoyed the hell out of you.

You roll yourself up, with your legs in front of your stomach and turn over to your side. Tom drops behind you and pulls you closer and starts rubbing your stomach again and puts the hot water bottle between your back and his stomach.

“So bad?” he asks with a sleepy voice.

“Yes” you mumble, pulling the blanket up and nearly over your head.

“Need anything?” he asks, snuggling his face into the crook of your neck.

“Just you to keep me warm and keep doing what you’re doing.” You say.

“I love you.” He mumbles, already falling back asleep, but keeping on rubbing your stomach.

“I love you.” You smile and brush your hand through his hair. You lay awake and just concentrate on the warmth of him and his motion. You catch the remote from the table and turn on a random movie. You watch it and are amazed that even though he was deeply asleep, he didn’t stop rubbing your lower stomach.

After a movie and a half, he wakes up, snuggling you closer and leaving kisses on your neck.

“How are you?” he mumbles through the kisses.

“Better.” You say and feel him smile.

“Good. I’m gonna go and heat up your hot water bottle again and get you something to eat and some more tea.” He says but doesn’t move an inch, still having his eyes closed. You turn in his arms and cup the side of his face with your hands.

“How do I deserve you?” you say.

“You don’t.” he answers bluntly. You chuckle and give him a clap on the back of his head.

“Ouch.” He says but chuckles.

You smile at him and give him a kiss. He kisses you back and then pulls you closer again.

“Okay I’m really going to get up now and get you the stuff.”

“Let’s just order food and keep laying here. I’m warm enough and I’m fine with the water on the table.” You say, not letting go of him.

“Goodness, I love you.” He says and kisses you again, pulling you on top of him. You chuckle and smile into the kiss, putting your hands behind his head, pulling him closer into the kiss.

Singing in the Shower

Tom Holland x Reader (btw I didn’t use any pronouns so anyone can read it)

Word Count: 1700ish

Warnings: nakedness?? But not really cause there’s still a towel, like one curse word used throughout, Harrison pulls an Aunt May, it’s really fluffy in the end like holy moly

Summary: After getting home from work, you can’t find your roommate, Tom. Then you hear singing coming from his bathroom and one thing led to another and now your thanking whatever God is out there for Tom’s grip on that towel.

A/N: I saw the video again and I felt the urge to write this in a day oml.

The first thing you noticed when walking in your shared apartment was that it was silent. Which was not what you were expecting. Tom, your roommate and best friend was supposed to be home watching TV, which is usually what he does when he didn’t have work. Harrison, your other roommate and best friend, went out grocery shopping today and probably won’t be back for a while, and someone would’ve told you that Tom went out as well, so where the hell was he?

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Title: Dark Chocolate

Title: Dark Chocolate
Type: Slight angst, SecretAdmirer!Jaehyun
Characters: Reader X Jaehyun (ft. Johnny)
Word Count: 2,022

A/N: I don’t even know why I wrote this but please enjoy loves!

Summary: It’s definitely not your fault that you’re allergic to chocolates. But the problem is, he doesn’t know about it at all.

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Love & Uncertainty

SPN FanFic

~Sometimes, the best decisions are the hardest.~

Jensen x Reader, Jared

2,464 Words

Warnings: Angst! Smidge of implied smut. SFW, generally. I think there’s fluff at the end…

A/N: This is for Kari, @thing-you-do-with-that-thing , who caught me off guard with a Jensen gif yesterday and then gave me a prompt. It didn’t exactly go as planned, but I dig it. Hope you do too. Also, thanks to @lovelyrocker who titled this through my post. ;) Please enjoy!

~Feedback is Gold ~ My Masterlist ~

Jensen threw his hands up in defeat and turned away from Y/N, his aggravation growing with each syllable she uttered.

“I said, we are not discussing this right now!” he roared as he spun around, and Y/N’s eyes narrowed at the finality in his voice.

“Excuse me?” she hissed and took a step towards him. It wasn’t a question, or a plea, it was an accusation. “Who says you get to decide when we talk about things?” The anger and hurt in her voice pulled at Jensen’s heart, scaring him a bit, but he did not turn back. “You promised me. I waited and waited and you promised we would have a serious talk about this!”

Jensen dropped his head and sighed. “Now’s not the time,” he said sadly.

“Now’s the only time.”

He turned then and nearly broke down when he saw the look on her face. Dawn was breaking just outside their apartment windows, and the orange hues lit the tears as they spilled from her Y/E/C eyes. He wanted to reach out and wrap his arms around her, but stubborn anger kept his hands at his sides. He was fighting exhaustion after a horrendous week on set, and arguing with Y/N was the last thing he wanted to do.

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