my chubby cheeks will never go away

Ser Arthur x Lyanna Stark...

IMAGINE….After the Sack of King’s Landing, the three Kingsguard knights at the TOJ decided to take a pregnant Lyanna Stark across the Narrow Sea where she had her son, King Jaehaerys Targaryen Third of His Name (aka, Jon Snow).

((Firstly, I am aware that it’s not completely fair to place this request before all the other ones BUUTTTT I got the idea and had it written in less time than the last few I’ve done and..well…Im proud of it. Secondly, Arthur and Lyanna’s personalities may be…weird?…I apologize for that. I’m trying to write a mature Lyanna who is sorry for Robert’s Rebellion and also Arthur who is mindful of his duties but still human with feelings….))

((I hope you all like it nevertheless!))

((Oh! There will eventually be a 2nd part because this request called for smut…and there isn’t really any))

Word Count: 2,471

Warning; None…really…small hint of something at the end

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Tim Drake X Reader “Muffins and Coffee”

Requested by: @soft-jason-todd

Prompt: “plus size reader/reader with an eating disorder”

Dedicated to: @soft-jason-todd Happy Birthday!!

Special thanks to: @wannabetraveler, @tinyfandomblogger, @soft-jason-todd

Authors note: I really enjoyed writing this story. I have a friend who has an eating disorder and she helped me write this by telling me what it is like to live with this struggle. She insisted that I use muffins because that is her trigger food.

Life is hard. Everything is hard. Though the hardest thing of all was stopping the cravings. Food. Food. FOOD. The need to eat was always around.

Today was no exception as you looked in on a coffee shop. The smell of coffee and… MUFFINS. Your mouth starts to water. You are just about to push open the door when a hand grasp your arm and pulls you into a hard chest.

“Y/n, what do you think you’re doing?” Your face heats up as you glance up to see your best friend Tim.

Your face heats up as you say very quietly. “I was going to go and get a muffin.”

Tim sighs and steps back from you. You haven’t realized how nice it had been to be pressed up against his chest. You’re sure that your face has turned a few shades darker.

“Y/n you promised me that you wouldn’t eat anything that was bad for you.”

All thoughts of Tim left your mind replaced by thoughts of eating a muffin.

“I was only going to buy one though.”

“Really? You were only going to buy one?”

Tim is right if you bought one you would just end up buying another one. But they are MUFFINS!

“Y/n, we made a deal you would eat only healthy foods and I would only have one cup of coffee a day.”

Last week your doctor’s appointment had not gone well. Your doctor told you that if you didn’t lose some weight in the next three months you were at risk of getting diabetes. You have always struggled with your weight. You had done some things to bring it down, but you never really worked that hard. This time was different, this time you had someone doing it with you.

“You can do it Y/n,” says Tim putting his hand on your shoulder. “Come on let’s go and get a salad.”

You grimace at the thought of putting leaves in your mouth or what your mother called it rabbit food.

You let Tim drag you away from the coffee shop and towards the healthy rabbit food store. As he pulls you away you realize then that he is holding your hand. A glance in a passing store window confirms your thought that you are blushing. It doesn’t help that your chubby cheeks make it more pronounced.

“Y/n, are you okay?”

“What? Oh yeah, I’m fine just a…” You search your brain for a good excuse. “Little winded.”

“Winded? But we weren’t even going that fast.”

“Well aaaa,” Lying had never been your strong suit, but you would rather pretend that you are tired than admit that you have a crush… Oh my God you have a crush on Tim Drake. You are sure that your face is getting redder at that thought. “I have short legs and you were walking fast.”

Tim gives you a look that says that he doesn’t believe you, but doesn’t question it. Still holding your hand he leads you into the salad place.

You let go of Tim’s hand and stand in line.

Soon you have your salad and Tim has some weird drink. It looks and smells disgusting.

“That smells awful.” You blurt out.

Tim smiles and laughs. “Yeah and it even tastes worse.”

“Then why are you drinking it?”

“Because it is worth it.” He says.

As you sit at home eating your healthy soup you remember what Tim said. He said that it was worth it. Was it though?


Crouched on top of a roof on an apartment building Tim watches Y/n eat her soup.

redhothollyberries  asked:

I took my sweet time thinking about which prompt to ask for because I WANT THEM ALL. So, Number 22 for MadaTobi, pwease? :3

Also for @kitsunesongs​. (I have severe trouble keeping these to drabble length.) It inspired interesting thoughts about what counts as “lies” in language.

22: the one where it’s impossible to lie to your soulmate.

(AO3 link)

(They’re never going to live it down.)


“You are a jerk!” Madara spits out, chubby cheeks flushed and short hair bristling as he points accusingly back at the white-haired boy even as his exasperated mother hauls him away from elementary school, Izuna squirming under her other arm.

Tobirama just sniffs, ignoring Hashirama’s hurt puppy-dog eyes. “Yell louder: I don’t think they heard your whining in Kumo.”

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As any other member of the royal fandom will tell you, I’m vibrating with excitement and happiness over the announcement of Baby Cambridge 2.0. I can’t tell you how happy I am for Kate + Wills to have another bouncing bundle of joy to love and learn from, or for George to be a big brother to a new prince or princess! I’m excited to see Kate’s maternity wardrobe and her lil chubby pregnancy cheeks, and don’t let me even talk about how cute her bump was. COME ON SHE IS A MILF. I’m literally on cloud nine; the smile on my face may never go away! But in all seriousness, I do wish Kate a quick recovery from her morning sickness, and a healthy, easy, pregnancy. Now to count the infinite number of days until this fandom bonds over staring at a door #bringiton

anonymous asked:

sorry if it's too late, but i could your HC's for Iku? seeing as your url is her name XP

its never too late im just lazy

- she’s of fairly average height and kinda chubby, carrying it more on her upper body & she also has squishable cheeks
- literally the most exasperated person on earth with tenshi
- drinks three mugs of coffee every day to stay awake
- she still looks tired all the time
- wears a t-shirt that says “it’s not my problem today” on her days off
- has other such novelty t-shirts such as “not a babysitter, surprisingly” for dealing with tenshi
- first reaction to all problems is ignoring them and hoping they go away. second reaction is telling someone else to deal with them
- has resting bitch face really bad
- sleeps whenever she has spare time but ends up doing shit like being up at 3 am making an entire pot of pasta for herself
- house is the Damn Bitch, You Live Like This? meme in a nutshell because she never has time to clean
- goes drinking with wakasagihime on weekends. fish girls gotta stick together
- complains about literally everything when she’s drunk, and cries about the littlest thing. “those… irresponsible heavenly maidens… (hic) why do they have to take advantage of humans like that… it’s really rude…”
- she’s actually really nice if you put up with her though, she’s never outwardly malicious or anything. just so tired of tenshi’s shit

Cameron Dallas Imagine for mermvidqueen

“Come on babe, aren’t you gonna come in the water?” Cameron called to you, and you shook your head. You two were at the beach with a few of your friends and a few of his friends, and you hadn’t wanted to wear a bikini. But Cameron had convinced you to go against your better judgement and wear one, insisting that you looked beautiful.
“You don’t think I look chubby?” You asked, surveying yourself in the mirror. He had taken your face in his hands and kissed you, his eyes meeting yours once he pulled away.
“You. Are. Perfect.” He said, punctuating each word with a kiss. With those three words he had you convinced, and you threw on your bikini without a second thought.
But now on the beach, you refused to take off your cover up. After a walk down the beach with Cameron, seeing all the perfectly skinny girls with their perfect hair and perfect smiles in their perfect bathing suits, you lost your nerve. You couldn’t help it, you never had much confidence to begin with. You subconsciously compared yourself to them, seeing your soft tummy and wide hips stand out among the toned abdomens and slight statures.
“Aww baby! You’ll have fun, just come on out!” Cameron yelled from the water, but you just shook your head again.
“Maybe later.” You called back, and he gave you a worried look before getting pushed over by Nash who came barreling out of nowhere.
You laughed and laid back, trying to keep your mind off of how terrible you looked compared to the sunbathing models around you. You were super aware of how chunky you were here, and wondered why you had even agreed to go to the beach. All it did was make you feel bad about yourself anyway.
“Baby, come on out.” Cameron said suddenly, making you jump. You took off your sunglasses and looked up, shielding your eyes from the sun to see your boyfriend grinning down at you, soaking wet.
“Not now. Maybe once it gets a little darker. Or when I do, I need a nice tan.”
He gave you a stern look. “How are you tanning with your cover up on? It’s gonna be all uneven.”
“Well I..I don’t know.”
He laughed, sitting down next to you. “Baby, is it because you don’t like your bikini?”
“No, I like it..I just don’t like how I look in it.”
“I think you look wonderful. You always do.”
You looked at him in surprise. “Take a look around the beach and then tell me if I still look wonderful.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked, looking at you.
“I look like a potato compared to all the girls here. A chubby, awkward potato.”
“(Y/N), you’re not a potato.”
“Says the gorgeous model over there.” You said grumpily.
“Baby, you gotta stop comparing yourself to everyone else. I love you just the way you are. I can’t find one thing wrong with you.”
“I can.”
“Name one.”
“This flat tire about my tummy.” You said, patting your stomach lightly. You exercised and worked out, but it never seemed to go away.
“Yeah, well, I love your tummy.” He said simply, as if that was going to change your mind.
“I don’t.” You said quietly, feeling your cheeks heat up.
“I love it enough for the both of us. I love all your curves, they’re cute and soft and they make me happy. Like you.”
“Seriously?” You asked, sitting up. He nodded and put his hand over yours.
“Seriously. You look great all the time, it amazes me. I don’t think you see it, but I do.”
You smiled at him and leaned forward, hugging him. He hugged back tightly, his warm skin heating up yours.
“Now will you come out in the water and stop caring about what others think?” He asked with a smile, and you nodded.
He got up and pulled you with him, and you wiggled out of your cover up.
“Anyone ever told you how hot you look in a bikini?” He asked with a grin, and you giggled, shaking your head.
“I’ll tell you every time we go to the beach, then. From here on out.” He promised, and then ran down the beach to the ocean, your hand in his.
“Look who decided to come out!” Your friend Sutton yelled before her boyfriend Jacob splashed water at her.
“No. You. Did. Not!” She yelled, chasing after him. “THERE IS FISH PEE IN THIS OH MY GOD!”
“More than just fish pee.” Cameron mumbled, making you laugh. Aaron and his girlfriend Peyton stood with you and Cameron, but Peyton was trying to pull him farther out.
“Come on! I love the water!” She begged, and Aaron laughed.
“Babe, you’ll drown.”
“You’ll save me though, right? So let’s go!”
You smiled at them, and heard Sutton yell as Jacob splashed her again. They also weren’t model skinny, and gave you a sense of confidence. If they were brave enough to not care what anyone else thought, then so were you.
“Beautiful. I told you.” Cameron said in your ear, and you smiled.
“I love you.” You said aloud, and Cameron smiled.
“I love you more.”
“N'awwww look how cuuute!” Nash drawled, and Cameron blushed. You really did love him, though. Everything about him, even the parts he didn’t love. And that was okay, because he loved the parts of you you didn’t like too. You two fit perfectly, and as you guys swam out in the ocean with your friends and played volleyball as the sun set, you realized you wouldn’t want to be with anyone else.

Requested by mermvidqueen I hope you like it babygirl!!

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