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Do Me A Favor (Camping Trip) Part 1

Summary: Bucky suggests the two of you go camping in order to de-stress a bit from the wedding planning. Everything is fine until something important goes missing.

Word Count: 937

Warnings: None. There will be smut in an upcoming part, though.

“Do Me a Favor” Masterlist

A/N: Omg, I hope you guys like it ahhh.

Originally posted by my-buckys

Bucky has his head on your lap, your fingers carding through his hair absently as you read a novel. He’s playing Battleship on his phone, Steve on the other end, probably cursing his best friend if Bucky’s gleeful chuckles are a sign of his victories. You smile at him and your eyes flit over the sparkling diamond on the fourth finger of your left hand. Sometimes, you still can’t believe it and yet, Bucky is there when you wake up, reminding you that your happiness is still around.

“We should go camping,” Bucky suddenly pipes up.

You raise a brow at him. “Random much?”

He beams at this, sitting up to look you in the eye. “Let’s go camping. We never do anything spontaneous.”

“Uh, remember that time we went to your hometown and pretended to be dating? And then we did it behind some bushes next to a lake,” you remind him with a slight scoff.

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Sherlock is going to cup John’s face in his hands. John is going to clutch Sherlock’s lapels. Sherlock is going to gasp into John’s mouth. John is going to follow that gasp with his tongue. Sherlock’s head is going to fall back, exposing his throat. John is going to growl and mark it. Sherlock is going to grab John’s hips and pull him closer. John is going to run his hands through Sherlock’s hair and let the curls twine around his fingers. Sherlock is going to spread his legs. John is going to place his thigh between them.

You guys, I doubt they’re even going to make it to the bedroom that first time. It’s gonna be full on fucking in the stairwell or against the door or on the floor in front of the fireplace. They’re going to be THAT. DESPERATE.

BTS Reacts To You Cursing In English

Originally posted by yoongichii


You had just gotten into a argument over the phone with your best friend. 

“Yeah well, fuck you!” You screamed before hanging up, slamming your phone down and running your hand through your hair.

“Bitch..” You mumbled.

Turning around you came face to face with Tae.

“Beach?” He asked.

“No. Bitch.” You said before kissing his cheek, leaving him by himself.

Originally posted by taestylips

You’re vlogging for your youtube channel as you went to pick up your boyfriend from the airport.

“I’m so excited you guys, oh my god!” You blushed.

Once you two met up and were on your way back to the car you turned the camera back on.

“Baby, say hello!” You aimed the camera towards him.

“Huh? Ah.. Hello!” He stuttered, waving and smiling.

“Aish he’s so fucking cute!” You whispered/screamed.

“Jagiya! Language!” He said, shocked that you cursed, but lowkey… he liked it.

Originally posted by jimentos


You were at a party with your boyfriend. You got swept away in a conversation with Americans which meant you all were speaking English.

J, watched as you all conversed and tried to make out words he knew or remembered from a movie.

“Stop being a dick, Jake.” You rolled your eyes.

J’s face resembled a mix of confusion with disgust.

He was confused to as to why you called someone a dick but was disgusted with the comparison. 

He didn’t mind you cursing, he was too wrapped up in Jake and why he was a dick.

Originally posted by bwipsul


He was playing guitar as he listened to you watch an English movie in the other room. 

“Don’t go in there! Are you fucking stupid?!” He heard you scream. He stopped instantly and looked towards the door.

“Don’t swear, jagiya!” 

Originally posted by kookie-bts


He agrees, Jake was being a dick. 

He watched as you cursed out someone who cut you off in traffic.

“Learn how to drive, asshole!” You screamed, honking your horn.

He looked at you from his seat and nodded his head. 

“Maknae approved.”

Originally posted by minpuffs


You two were rap battling each other in the living room of your house. You decided to rap, AGUST D.

“…Kissing my ass!” 

He was getting into it, jumping up and down, laughing at you. 

“You’re so cool jagiya! Who ever wrote that song must be really cool too, right?” He laughed out.

You stopped rapping and walked away.

He stopped jumping and smiling, “Right, jagiya?!” He screamed, running after you.

Originally posted by taestylips

Rap Monster:

Even though he was fluent in English, he still liked to have your input on his lyrics, to see if they made sense.

“..Got an automated dick.” You paused the song and looked at him.

“What the hell is an ‘ automated dick’?” You asked, laughing out at his blushed face.

“Like do you fuck all the time because if so, this is a lie.” You stated, chuckling and looking away to grab your drink.

When you looked back he was silent, deadly still. 

“It’s a lie? Want me to prove it?” He threaten 


Originally posted by chicamaddox

Shawn Mendes x Reader

Word count: 1,033

A/N: This one was a request from an anon ; “Please write one with Shawn’s live album release you guys decide to celebrate”. Hope you like it! X

P.S. it got real smutty at the end lol beware


Shawn runs his fingers through his hair for the fifth time in two minutes. He’s madly scrolling through Twitter and Instagram and Facebook and anything else that he can get his hands on. He’s been like this for about two hours now. He was so clearly excited and nervous for his “Live at Madison Square Garden” album to come out. “What if they don’t like it though, Y/N?” Shawn turns to me, his phone shaking slightly in his hands. I move to straddle him as I place my arms around the back of his neck and rest my forehead on his. “How could anyone not like you’re angelic voice entering their ears? This album honestly almost gets me as much as you moaning does.” I say quietly, trying to calm Shawn’s nerves. He places his phone beside his leg, freeing both hands to be able to touch me. “If this all goes well, you have no idea what I want to do with you when it’s all done.” We’re interrupted by Shawn’s publicist calling. “It’s go time” I hear from the other end of the phone. I look at Shawn directly in the eyes, giving him an encouraging smile as he stares at me with fear in his eyes. Shawn finalises his tweet and smacks his phone beside him as soon as it’s posted. His phone begins vibrating and dinging like crazy. I pick up Shawn’s phone to see the response he’s getting from the album. “Y/N, stop, why are you grinning like that, is everything okay? Do they like it?” Shawn asks, a sense of urgency in his voice. Instead of answering, I pass Shawn his phone, allowing him to see the outpour of love he’s receiving for the album. “I’m so proud of you, baby.” I smile at him. He looks up at me, his eyes twinkling. Seeing him so happy because of his music is one of the best things I can ever experience. He has a soul filled with passion. Letting out a huge sigh, he looks back at his phone, his beautiful smile showing.

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Prompt: Y/N’s life with Lin, told through her ever-changing hair color.

Pairing: Lin x reader

Warning: Angst.

A/N: I want to say thanks to my beta, Sarah (@how-could-i-do-this) <3! Go over and send her some love, she helped me out so much! I hope you guys enjoy!


 Lin stands at the threshold of the bathroom door, silent.

 You run a shaky hand through your hair, unsettled over the new length. Your once waist-length blonde hair was now cropped, reaching right below your chin. You turn to face him, ignoring his sunken and watery eyes, and smile.

 “Well? Do you like it?”

 He stares at you for a bit longer, scanning your face.

 You playfully pout and bring your hands to your hips. “Lin.”

 He snaps out of it and reaches for you, bringing you into his arms. “It’s beautiful. You’re beautiful.”

 You giggle and kiss his cheeks. “Good, I’m glad you like it. I finally have an excuse to experiment on some new looks.”

 His arms tighten around you and he says nothing.


“H-here?” Lin whispers as you tug him into the costume closet at the Richard Rodger’s Theatre.

“Yup,” you reply, popping the ‘p’.

You push him against the door once you close it, enjoying the surprised look on his face. “Here’s to opening night,” you whisper, pressing your lips against his.

He chuckles, hands burrowing into your bright red hair, and returns the kiss. “To opening night,” he murmurs against your lips.

His eyebrows comically shoot up towards his forehead when you slide down to your knees.

You make sure you hold his gaze when you unbuckle his belt.

“Let’s make sure it’s a memorable one.”


You tie the red ribbon around your braided hair, pleased at how your lilac tresses complimented your skin. You wrap your green scarf around your neck, completing your cosplay for Bulma, your favorite character from Dragon Ball Z.

You twist and turn in front of your mirror, admiring how nicely the crop top shirt and yellow shorts hug your frame.

Lin whistles when he enters. “Looking good,” he sings.

He joins you in front of the mirror, dressed in a pink button-up shirt and khaki pants. You suppress your giggle when you inspect his hair, his short locks practically defying gravity.

He groans, pulling at his spiky hair. “I look ridiculous.”

Today there was a huge cosplay convention happening in New York City, and somehow you convinced Lin to accompany you and to dress up as Vegeta.

“Thank you for putting up with me,” you coo, kissing his cheek.

He rolls his eyes, feigning annoyance, but the obvious gleam of happiness betrays him.

“You’re my wife, I have no choice.”


After a short walk through the neighborhood, you got winded, so Lin suggested a rest at the park. The two of you sat on a bench, watching as children ran around and played.

You rest your head against Lin’s shoulder, your wavy dark green hair spilling over your thighs. “So this is it,” you say.

“We’ve lived here for so long…” he trails off, sighing.

You loop your arm through his and intertwine your fingers, wanting to soothe his worries of moving to London for Mary Poppins. “I think it’ll be a nice change,” you say, “plus I’ll be right there with you.”

“You’re right. As long as we’re together,” Lin gulps, voice wavering, “I think I can handle anything.”

Unshed tears flood your vision. “I’ll always be by your side no matter what, Lin.”


Lin adjusts the blanket over the both of you. “Cold?” he asks, voice hoarse.

You snuggle against him and breathe in his scent, your eyes half-closed. “A little.”

You smile as he lightheartedly rubs your head, playing with the short black strands. “I think this is your best look yet.”

You look up at him, chuckling. “You have more hair than I do. I think this look is a disaster. I miss my wigs.”

He laughs, but the sound is empty and hollow.

After a moment of silence, he speaks.

“You think you’ll be able to stay up a little longer?”

“I’ll try my best,” you sigh, fighting against the pull of sleep.

“I’ll be here in the morning,” he whispers, voice weak.


After months of battling ovarian cancer, Lin-Manuel Miranda’s wife of three years has passed. Today, after weeks of being absent from social media, he finally breaks his silence.  The recent EGOT posted a heart-wrenching picture of his last moments with Y/N. Y/N, dressed in a hospital gown, looked beautiful wrapped in Miranda’s arms. He writes: “My beautiful wife, may you finally rest in peace. I know you’ll be watching me and cheering me on, like you always have. I’ll make you proud. Wait for me.”

A So Called Blind Date

Summary: After not wanting to celebrate his birthday, Steve and Tony convince Bucky to go to a “Blind Date”.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1780

Warnings: angst at the end, mentioning of german food

A/N: yooo guess who’s back after her unplanned break of 141 days? I am so so sorry guys. You have no idea how many times I tried to write but just couldn’t. But for now, I’m back with the usual portion of fluff and angst <3 I hope you like it!

“You did what?” Steve asked, shoving his left hand through his hair before he let it fall to his side again. He looked at Tony, shook his head (twice) and then started scratching the back of his neck. He didn’t know what to say. Not after the thing Tony had just told him.

“The guy’s a hundred years old, Steve”, Tony defended himself. “He didn’t even want a birthday party. That’s the least we should do for him. When was the last time he was on a date? With a cute girl in a pretty dress? Huh? 1941?”

“That’s not…” Steve tried to say but Tony waved it off and Steve shrugged. Maybe Tony was right. Bucky didn’t want to talk to Steve about his birthday. Not to him, nor to Natasha or to Clint who he had kind of become good friends with in the past few months.

“It’s good to have a date every once in a while Steve. Even when he’s not ‘looking for something’”, Tony made some quotation marks in the air and rolled his eyes. The last time Tony had suggested Bucky go on a date, this had been the exact answer he had been given. 

That Bucky was too old. That he was carrying too many problems. That he was not looking for something. That he was just trying to be normal again if that was even possible for someone with a past like his.

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The One Where Wade Steals Some Guy’s Phone

Author: Mikala

Characters: Wade Wilson x Reader

Word Count: Almost 1,900 

Warnings: I mean… It’s Deadpool, so… Read at your own risk, to be honest.

Author’s Note: I don’t write Wade Wilson, Wade Wilson writes himself. Also, apparently I’m naming all my Deadpool fics in the style of Friends episodes, so there’s that. I crave feedback. (Please love me.)

Originally posted by marvelheroes

“So, who is this guy, anyway?” Steve asked as the two of you made your way down to the briefing room.

“Not a clue. I just know that what Fury told me, which was that he ‘knew a guy.’ Someone who may be able to help,” you answered, running a hand through your hair before taking the hair tie off of your wrist and pulling it up. You kept your pace with Steve, glancing over at him for a moment. He was in his full suit minus the helmet, his shield secured tightly on his back. He’d be heading straight out on a mission once you all met this mysterious newcomer, along with Natasha and Tony.

You looked down at your own outfit as you reached the door to the room you were heading into. Sweatpants and an old t-shirt, pretty much standard attire for you. You didn’t usually go out on missions—you were almost always the brains behind the scene, controlling and overseeing communications alongside Nick and Maria. You and Nick had come to an understanding; you didn’t work well when you were uncomfortable, and his reaction had been, “I don’t care what the hell you wear, as long as you do your damn job.” Best boss you ever had, really.

Steve pushed through the door and you followed, taking it Natasha and Tony already waiting right inside the room, but your eyes immediately landed on a tall man covered head to toe in red and black. Even his eyes were hidden from view, concealed by an odd white material in his mask. The handles of two large katanas stuck out over his shoulder blades, crossing in an ‘X’ shape over his back.

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Jealousy Takes Control

Imagine request from @vitalanidragonbane for:
Jon X Reader where he is jealous(possessive) when he sees Theon heavily flirting with you even though you keep trying to tell him you’re already Jon’s. So when Jon’s wolf-like traits surface, he pulls you away to your shared bedchambers where he shows you that you’re his and he’s hers and nobody else can have her and he might just have to kill the next guy that flirts with her. SMUT PLEASE!!

Jon Snow X Reader

A/N: Smutty smut smut smut. Had so much fun writing this :) With love, Kat

Words: 2018

Jon Snow. A bastard of the North. He was incredibly beautiful. He had dark, brooding eyes and thick curly hair to match. His full lips felt like heaven on yours and his strong, but gentle hands perfectly complimented his muscular frame. He was all yours and you wouldn’t have it any other way. Jon had made you his months ago, claiming that you were his all along.

While you were walking through the halls of the castle, you heard the clacking of nails on the stone floor behind you and turned around to be met with Ghost’s large frame.
“Hey boy, you following me again?” you chuckled as you scratched behind his ear. The large wolf leaned into your touch and nuzzled his face into your neck. Ever since Jon made you his, if he wasn’t by your side, Ghost was. Even though some would find it overbearing, you found it comforting. No matter what, you were safe, and Ghost listened to whatever you said unless it was to leave you alone. He had strict orders from Jon to never leave your side if Jon wasn’t around.
“Come on, Ghost. Let’s go wash you up, your fur is a bit dirty” you said, leading the wolf up to yours and Jon’s shared bedchambers.

You undressed so that you were just in your underdress so you could wash Ghost without getting your dress wet or dirty. As the large wolf stepped into the tub, you grabbed the soap so you could scrub his fur and removed the dirt. He had turned from pure white to ash grey over the past month. After he was thoroughly cleaned, you reached to drain the tub and Ghost dipped his nose into the water, flicking it up quickly, successfully splashing water all over you.
“Ghost!” you gasped in disbelief and laughed, your underdress now soaked through and see through to the point of being able to see your breasts. He nudged your chin with his nose and you turned to the doorway, to see Jon leaning against it with a grin on his face.
“Your wolf is almost as insatiable as you are, Snow” you grinned, getting up from where you were sitting and allowing ghost to get out of the tub. You then moved to help Ghost dry off when you felt two muscular arms wrap around your waist and those perfect lips press against your neck.
“Ghost can dry himself, love” Jon whispered in your ear, “for now I have a bit of disappointing news for you.”
You frowned, “What’s going on, Jon?”
“I have to leave” he kissed your cheek, “for a little while” another kiss, “with Robb and my father” another kiss, “to handle some business in White Harbor” he said, planting a final kiss on your forehead.
“Jon, I don’t want you to leave” you practically whined, you hadn’t gone without Jon for more than a week and now he was leaving you for a few months.

But, just as quickly as you got upset, Jon turned you on almost as quickly.
“Love, you’re all wet. I think you need to get changed” he said, smirking and letting his voice drop into a low, seductive tone. He let his hands roam over the wet fabric, allowing his thumbs to tease your nipples through the thin underdress, eliciting a moan from you and causing you to arch your back. Jon let out a low growl and pinned you against the wall, you would be lying if you said his wolf-like traits didn’t get you soaking wet with desire. You loved it when he turned primal and being without him for so long was weighing heavily on your mind. You and Jon made love every night, sometimes several times throughout the day, and being without him for just a week nearly drove you mad. You weren’t sure your own hands could satisfy you for the months that he was going to be gone.
“Jon don’t tease me and leave me” you pouted, knowing he was going to have to go soon.
“Trust me, Y/N. I don’t know how I’m going to go that long with out being able to touch you” he said, wrapping his arms around you and holding you to his chest, “or kiss you. By the gods the absence of your lips on mine is going to drive me mad and not waking up next to you is going to make every morning feel like Seven Hells.”

The next day, Jon left and you were stuck in Winterfell by your lonesome. Well, you weren’t totally alone but it felt like you were with Jon not around, thankfully you had Ghost by your side the whole time he was gone. You had gotten much closer to Theon, Sansa, and Arya in the time that the boys were off in White Harbor. However, Theon seemed to be getting too close to you, letting his touches linger for far too long.
“Y/N, I was thinking we could go for a ride today, get away from the castle for a bit” Theon said, letting his hand linger on the small of your back.
“Theon, I suggest you remove your hand from me before Ghost removes it for you” you gestured to the wolf who’s hair was standing on end, with his teeth bared and an angry growl coming from his throat.
“I hardly think I should be afraid of a measly wolf” Theon started and then trapped you between his body and the wall, “he’s only here to watch over you until Jon returns. For now, I want you.”
“Quit it, Greyjoy” you replied, clearly annoyed.
“Y/N, I’ve wanted you for a long time. I can show you how good you should feel. I can make you feel better than Snow ever could” he said, running one hand up your side and letting the other keep you trapped against the wall.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Theon?” you hear a voice rasp out, and you see Jon standing a few feet away, his eyes wide with rage. Theon backed away from you in fear.
“Jon!” you yelled, running to him and wrapping your arms around his neck. You planted kisses to his face and neck while he stayed staring at Theon. Suddenly, he grabbed you forcefully by your chin and made you look up at him, the sensation bordering on pain.
“You. Are mine” he said, talking more so Theon would hear than telling you.
“I know” you smiled up at him. You could practically see the jealousy coursing through his veins and smell the anger radiating off of him.
“With me. Now.” Jon said as he dragged you off by your arm to your bedchambers.

The second the door was closed, Jon had you shoved up against it.
“Mine” he growled out as he pushed you harder into the door and marked your neck with bruises.
“Yes, Jon. All yours” you moaned out, letting yourself melt into his rough touches.
“What did he say to you?” he asked, walking you backwards towards the bed.
“H-he told me that.. He told me he could m-make me feel better than y-you c-could” you stuttered out, hesitant. You knew it would make Jon angry, but you had no idea just how angry.
“What? What the hell did he say?!” he was circling you now, like a predator circling prey. You were scared and massively turned on at the same time.
“He told me he could make me feel better than you could. But we both know that’s not true, baby” you said, almost pleading. He finally stopped circling and pushed his chest against yours, the backs of your knees hitting the bed.
“On the bed” he said, pointing to the lush furs that covered your shared bed.

Once you were laid down on the bed, he moved to untie your dress, his mouth following his fingers as he went. Once your dress was off, he hovered over you, taking in all of your features. He put his lips to your ear,
“I’m going to make you feel so good you’ll never even look at another man” he said as he let his fingers slide down your stomach and across your slick folds.
“Oh gods, you’re already so wet for me, love” he said, groaning at the feeling of your wetness.
“Only for you, Jon.”
Those words made him smile up at you as he kissed his way down your stomach and across your inner thigh. His beard tickling your skin as he went. He let his tongue sweep lazily across your folds and pushed two fingers into you, curling them upwards to hit your sweet spot. He kept curling his fingers and gently pumping them in and out, causing you to arch your back and thread your hands into his hair, pulling his face closer to you as he licked and sucked at your clit.
“I want you to finish on my tongue, love” Jon said as he continued to fuck you with his fingers. When he knew you were close because he felt your walls clenching around his fingers, he replaced them with his tongue, letting it explore you as he rubbed tight circles on your clit with his thumb. It didn’t take long before waves of pleasure were crashing over you, causing you to moan out his name at your high point.

Jon then removed the rest of his clothes and moved over top of you so he was resting on his forearms and he smiled and chuckled at you. In that moment you were happy you were laying down because of how wobbly in the knees his smile and laugh made you.
“I love you, Jon Snow”
“I love you too, Y/N Y/L/N” he said as he positioned himself at your entrance and slid into you while he buried his face in your neck and let out an obscene moan. When he was buried to the hilt inside of you, you couldn’t help but beg for him.
“I need you, Jon. Please” you said, arching your back and moving your hips in an attempt to get more friction.
“I’m going to make you feel so good you’re going to forget your own name, love” and with that, he began thrusting into you, hard and fast. He was pounding into you with such force that you were sure you’d split in two, his fingers digging into your hips. You were sure there would be plenty of bruises and soreness tomorrow, but you knew that’s what Jon wanted. He wanted you marked, he wanted everyone to know you were his.

“I’m close, Jon” you moaned out as he continued to thrust into you.
“Me too, love” he said, his thrusts becoming harder and more erratic.

Within moments, you were screaming each others’ names and he was spilling into you while you found your release all over his cock. He toppled down on you, not caring if his weight was too much and after a few moments of catching your breath, he pulled out of you and laid beside you, letting you rest your head on his chest.
“You know, Y/N” he said, lazily dancing his fingers across your back and shoulders, “I might just have to kill the next man that flirts with you.”
“Jon Snow, you’re insatiable and rabid with jealousy. You know I want nobody but you.”
“I can’t help but be jealous. I have the most beautiful woman in all of Westeros, I just don’t want anyone else to touch you.”
“Neither does Ghost apparently, I thought he was going to kill Theon a few times” you chuckled.
“A few times?” you saw rage flash in Jon’s eyes again.
“Relax, wolf. Ghost was protecting me” you smile up at him.

“I’m serious when I say I’ll kill the next man that flirts with you” he said, cuddling close to you.
“I know you are, Snow” you said, letting yourself drift into sleep. And before long the both of you were fully asleep, with Jon snoring lightly.

Pumpkin Mocha Breve

A Snowbaz Coffee Shop AU

– Baz –
“Pumpkin mocha breve?”
My order gets called and I stand, heading over to the counter, glancing at my phone as I reach for my drink. Only my fingers don’t reach my drink, they brush someone else’s hand instead. I glance up from my phone to see the cutest guy blushing and stammering.
“Oh-oh my god i’m sorry, is this your drink? I thought she said pumpkin mocha breve.”
I smirk. This boy is adorable. His hair is brushed back from his forehead in messy curls, as if he’s always running his hands through it. Freckles dot his nose and cheeks (which are blushed red) and he has a mole on his cheekbone and another on his eyelid. I suddenly realized I’ve been staring and cough a bit.
“Um, no you didn’t hear wrong. That’s the drink I ordered.”
“What?!” his eyes go wide and he turns and practically shouts across the small cafe, “Pen! Penny! This guy ordered the same drink as me!”
It’s my turn to blush as a dark girl with bright purple hair to match her cat-eye glasses rolls her eyes at the boy and glances at me.
“That’s great Simon,” She says, before turning back to her book.
“I’m sorry,” the boy - Simon - turns back to me with a grin, “I’ve just never met someone who’s heard of it before.”
I’m pulled out of Simon’s deep blue eyes and turn to the barista, who I forgot was there.
“Pumpkin mocha breve?” she asks again.
I glance back at Simon. “You can have it,” I say.
“No-no-no. I’m not in a hurry. You have it.”
“Really, it’s fine.”
“How about one of you just takes the drink?” The barista snaps, obviously annoyed.
Simon looks affronted. “Agatha, chill.” he says.
She rolls her eyes. “Simon just because you aren’t working today…” She pushes off the counter and walks back to the cash register, leaving the drink between us.
I stare down at it for a second before looking back at Simon. “You work here?”
“Yeah,” he says, smiling. “I kinda invented that drink.”
And fuck, he looks so damn proud of himself and it makes my skin tingle. I shouldn’t like this boy so much, I just met him for Crowley’s sake.
“Anyways…” he fades off staring at the drink.
“Why don’t we just, wait for the other one?” I suggest, cautiously. “Then we can maybe go sit somewhere?”
He breaks into an even bigger grin, which I didn’t know was possible and nods his head enthusiastically.
“I’m Baz, by the way” I say, holding out my hand.
“Simon,” He responds, slipping his hand into mine, “Simon Snow.”
His hand is warm and soft.
“And another pumpkin mocha breve,” Agatha calls, flipping her blonde hair over her shoulder as she sets it down.
I grab both drinks and start walking over to a table. Terrified that Simon might make up an excuse to leave now that we have our drinks. He follows behind me though and I slide into a corner table near the windows. He sits across from me and I pass him his drink.
“So Snow,” I begin, “Tell me about yourself.”
“Really?” he laughs, “You’re not even gonna be subtle about it?”
I lean forward, “Does that make you nervous?”
He blushes and glances from me to his coffee, drumming his fingers against it.
“No,” he says quietly.
“Good.” I lean back and stare openly at him. Taking in his curls and his moles and his blue blue eyes. The way he can’t seem to sit still and the blush still blooming across his nose.
“Okay how about this? You tell me something about you, then I tell you something about me.”
He takes a sip of his coffee.
“Okay.” I can see him thinking.
“I’m secretly the most powerful mage in the world,” he starts.
“And I’m a vampire.” I say back. He raises his eyebrows and quirks a smile.
“I love sour cherry scones.”
“I play football. I’m a goalie.”
“I hate sports.”
I gasp at that. “And I hate messes.”
I see Simon narrow his eyes as I rake mine down his rumpled shirt and crooked tie.
“I write lists.”
“I play the violin.”
“I don’t have a middle name.”
“My full name is Tyrranus Basilton Grimm-Pitch.”
He laughs at that.
“I really love goats.”
“Really? I’m more of a cat person myself.”
“I want to save the world.”
“And I want to burn it down.”
He smiles again and I lean forward, across the table.
“I am hopelessly attracted to you Simon Snow.”
He leans forward to meet me. His forehead resting against mine.
I watch him swallow nervously. He opens his mouth and his breath brushes my face as he whispers.
“I thought it was my turn.”
“Well, you can just go now.”
He moves even closer to me, if that’s possible.
“I think I feel the same way, Tyrranus Basilton Grimm-Pitch.”
“Baz.” I correct.
“Baz” he agrees, leaning forward and brushing his lips against mine.
He tastes of coffee and cinnamon and sunshine.
I pull away slowly, unwilling and wanting more.
“Would you go on a date with me?” I ask.
He smiles and nods, lifting his coffee up between us to take a sip.
“I thought that’s what we were doing.”
“Okay,” I say. “Will you go on another date with me?”

Green-Eyed Monster (Sam x Reader)

Summary: Your feelings for Sam start to effect your life in more dangerous ways

- Female reader -

Originally posted by spn-mostly

Warnings: Angst, language, jealousy, handsy guy being a jerk, sexual harassment, severe injuries

Word Count: 5,101 holy fuck

A/N: Hey look I’m being productive I started this on March 4th…

   “What can I get ya?” The bartender asked as he cleaned a glass with a damp cloth. He was solidly built and had light stubble on his jaw, he was attractive but not for you.
It was Friday night, so the bar was full of people hoping to get either drunk or lucky; most likely both.

   “Anything with alcohol in it.” You smiled tiredly, running a hand through your Y/H/C hair.

   “Rough night?” He chuckled and poured you a shot of tequila, he set it on the counter in front of you. You smiled softly and glanced over at Sam and Dean, who were being chatted up by a brunette in a short skirt who had her hand resting on the younger brother’s arm, causing envy to tug at your heartstrings. Your nails dug into your palm.

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Clingy (whiny) Boyfriend | Grayson Dolan

“Grayson..” You said irritated as you try to push boyfriend away because you can’t eat properly and you heard the other boys snickering in front of you. He just attach himself to you anytime he can.

You are eating out with Ethan, Cam, Aaron and obviously Grayson. He pat your head and smelled your hair. You sighed and rolled your eyes. “I’m just here, I won’t leave you.” You said.

“Okay.” He said and sighed unwrapping his arm that was around you.

But he just can’t, he still touch you or draw some traces in your arm while you try and push his finger away because it tickles you but he just smirk and continued.

After eating, Cameron decided that you guys should go around the city and look through shop and everyone agreed. Grayson held your hand the whole time.

The 5 of you entered a shop and look through the clothes but just as you entered, Cam, Aaron and Ethan was gone running to whatever they’re looking for.

You tried to pull a shirt off the rack but can’t because Grayson is holding your other hand. “Gray, can you just let go for a moment?”

“Hmm” he said and pulled the shirt himself. “This looks cute. It’ll probably fit you, everything does.” He said and smiled. You shook your head while smilling.

“C'mon. Let go.” You said.

“Nooo.” He whined while frowning and returned the shirt. He wrapped your arms around his waist while he wraps his’ over your shoulders, resting his chin on your head.

“What are you doing?” You asked embarassed because every single person there are literally looking at the two of you.

“You’re so waaarm.” He said and hugged you tighter.

“Let go of me.” You said and try to get out of his grasp.

“If you tell me that you’ll let me hold your hand, first.” He said.

“Okay.” You said, giving up. He chuckles, let go of you and held your hand again. You can’t help but smile of how his silly his smile is right now. Then you met the other guys paying by the cashier. You two wait behind.

“Ugh, they’re soo slow.” He complained and suddenly hugged you from behind. His arms over your shoulders. You took out you phone and took a quick snap of Grayson while hugging you and put the word “clingy af” in it.

“I’m not clingy.” He frowned and you chuckled.

“Let’s go lovebirds.” Aaron said the Ethan and Cam chuckled.

Grayson held your hand again while heading to their apartment. You guys decided to watch Game Of Thrones and Grayson is constantly hugging your waist, let go, then hug your arms, or wrap his arm around you instead, throughtout the episode and you always hear the boys chuckling even counting but you have no idea why.

“Yes!” Cam shouted after the episode. “5 dolla each please.” He said to Ethan and Aaron. Cameron gave Grayson a thumbs up but he looked confused.

“What, why?” He asked.

“Just a little bet.” Ethan said and sighed, he and Aaron bringing out 5 dollars.

“We bet how many times you’ll hug or hold hands with (y/n) on the way to the apartment and throughout the episode.” Cam said while taking Ethan and Aaron’s money. “And I won.” He laughed and showed his 10 dollars.

“How many did you bet?” You asked smiling.

“Oh, 6-8.” Cameron replied. “He hugged you 5 times and held your hand on the way here.” He added.

“See? You’re that clingy.” You said and all of you burst out laughing except for Grayson.

Imagine Foggy introducing you to Matt

“Foggy!” You smacked him on the shoulder.

“Ouch,” he exclaimed holding up his hands in defense. “Didn’t I mention he was blind?”

You snorted and shook your head, “Nope.”

“I mean does it really matter?” The blond ran a hand through his hair and smirked.

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Underwater Kiss (Part 1)

Based off of fanart @monotonefair did. I hope you enjoy this one-shot!

Pairing: H2OVanoss


“Alright now everybody, there is one exhibit here that isn’t open to the public yet, but since you guys bought the passes, you’ll be able to see it!” The tour guide exclaimed excitedly. Evan sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

He had never really wanted to go to the aquarium, but since his mother gave him a pass for it and since it was almost expired, he decided to use it because why not? He kinda wished he didn’t though, because it was boring as hell.

The tour guide brought them into a room with a giant aquarium in the middle. The only thing was, the aquarium seemed empty. “Now, most people don’t believe in this creature, as it was called a ‘myth’. But, we have got one here in our aquarium! He’s really shy, but eventually we’ll see him!” She chirped.

“What is it?” Someone in the crowd asked.

“Just wait,” the tour guide replied, winking.

Everyone stood waiting for whatever was supposed to come out. Evan sighed and leaned against the tank, his face squished against the glass. The crowd eventually started talking, so no one was paying attention to the aquarium.

Evan heard a tapping against the glass, and when he turned to see what it was, he was not expecting to see a face staring back at him. Evan jumped back and stared at the creature. The top half of it was human, but the bottom half of it was a tail. A fish tail, to be exact.

“What the…” Evan whispered, staring at it with wide eyes. The merman looked at him curiously, and held a hand up to the glass. Evan slowly put his own hand where the merman’s hand was. It smiled and drew back.

“Oh, look! It’s here!” The tour guide exclaimed. The merman seemed to panic and swan back behind the coral. Everyone else saw it before it swam away, though. “That’s right, we have a merman here! No tricks, no CGI, nothing! We named him Jonathan. If we got behind the tank, there’s an area where you can get closer to him! Come on, let’s go!”

The tour guide started to lead everyone away, and Evan followed. They got to this little spot where you had to suck to get in it, but it was a bubble where you could 'be’ inside of the tank. One by one, people started going in it, trying to see Jonathan. Jonathan never moved from the spot, only cautiously watching from a distance.

Soon, everybody but Evan had been in it. He stood in the back, and the tour guide accidentally missed him when they started to walk away. Evan room this as his chance and got into the little bubble. Jonathan swam up to Evan and put his hand on the glass. Evan repeated the gesture, smiling a little.

Jonathan grinned at him before leaning in slowly and putting his lips on the glass. Evan glanced around a bit before slowly doing the same, as he felt compelled to do so for some reason. Jonathan pulled back, still smiling and pointed to a ladder that led to the top of the tank.

Evan pointed at it and then at himself in a questioning manner, and Jonathan nodded eagerly. Evan looked at the ladder before sighing. If he got kicked out of the aquarium, then oh well. He made his way out of the bubbled and stepped over the sign that said 'For worker use only’.

There was no top to the tank, and that’s where Jonathan met him. Jonathan motioned for him to come closer, so Evan leaned forward. Jonathan pulled Evan’s face down and kissed him. Evan’s eyes widened and before he knew it, Jonathan had pulled him into the tank.

Evan swam back to the top and took a big breath. Jonathan stuck his head out of the water and laughed. Evan glared at him before splashing water at him. Jonathan returned the gesture with his tail, creating a much bigger splash. Evan swam away, or at least tried to.

Jonathan caught up with him and grabbed him before dragging him into the water. He gave Evan the chance to take a deep breath before he did so, though. Jonathan swam circles around Evan in a playful manner. Evan saw the tour group come back, as they were searching for Evan.

Jonathan dragged Evan behind the coral, but someone saw them. Jonathan then dragged Evan back into the open and waved at everyone, nudging Evan. Evan waved a little too before he swam back up to get a breath. After he did that, Jonathan dragged Evan down again by his foot.

He twirled Evan around before kissing him once more. Jonathan then stuck his tongue out to the crowd before dragging Evan behind the coral where they couldn’t be seen. The crowd eventually left, and Evan took another breath of air at the top of the tank before Jonathan dragged him down again.

They did this for a while before the workers came up the ladder to get Evan out. When Evan reached his hand out to grab the workers hand, Jonathan dragged him down again, and went up instead. He had a mad look on his face and splashed water at the workers before going under again.

Evan went up again for air, as he didn’t expect Jonathan to drag him down again. Jonathan popped his head up again and kissed Evan once more, glaring at the workers as he did so before pulling Evan under again. Soon, though, the workers grabbed Evan out as fast as possible so Jonathan couldn’t drag him in again.

Jonathan frowned at them and tried to pull Evan back in, but they pulled Evan back far enough so Jonathan couldn’t reach him. Jonathan then had a sad look on his face as they started taking Evan back down the ladder.

Evan got out of their grasp and quickly gave Jonathan a kiss himself. Jonathan blinked before smiling widely and waving a goodbye before he went under the water again. He waved at Evan until Evan left the room.

The workers told Evan that they would’ve kicked him out for good if it wasn’t for the fact that Jonathan seemed to like him a lot. So they told him that he could come in at anytime, and they would give him a card for it.

As Evan walked out of the aquarium, he silently thanked his mother for giving him that pass in the first place.


You didn’t want to share your brother with anybody. He had raised you on his own, telling you that the same demon were your father. He mostly kept quiet about you to keep you safe but now he wanted you to meet this Shadowhunter Alec.
When he talked about him his eyes always lightened up. Maybe it was the reason why you were jealous. No matter how hard you tried, you never made them light up in the same way.

So when you came in the room, where the tall guy was waiting, you tried not to care about him. Maybe he wouldn’t like you anyway. You were just a little child after all. But he looked at you with a curious gaze and seemed really interested in you.

“Hey (y/n). I’m Alec. Nice to meet you.”
“I’m stronger than I look. So if you break his heart I will hurt you”, you gave back and slipped you hand through your hair.
You could feel Magnus’s body tense behind you but Alec only smiled.
“Okay. Sounds like a deal.”

Maybe this Shadowhunter was really okay and you would like him too. 

requested by @shinfinitexo-genius
hope you like it (I HAD to take such a little girl because it was so cute in 2x05)

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Naughty Girl

| Request: “Hey can I request a dominant Dan X reader- dirty talk af & spanking, jealous Dan
I started my time of the month & can’t sleep & reading through all your stuff again lol” |

| Warnings: Smut, jealous Dan, daddy kink. |


He hated parties for a reason.

[Y/N] was stood, talking it up with some guy as Dan stood and watched. Yes she was committed, but Dan was a jealous person, and seeing her talk to any guy made him see red.

He marched over to them, grabbing her by the arm and pulling her away. “Dan what the fuck?”

“Shut up.” He said, pulling her into his room and locking the door.

[Y/N] stood in front of him, she looked hurt, she rubbed her hand against her arm, which was slightly red.

Dan ran his fingers through his hair, pushing it back, his cheeks were red and his eyes were full of anger.

“You know how that makes me feel.” He spoke harshly. “Fucking chatting it up with a guy and acting all flirty.”

She looked down at her feet. “I’m sorry.” She said softly.

“No you’re not.”

Dan picked her up, throwing her on his bed and crawling onto her. “You’re not fucking sorry at all.” He said, sucking roughly on her neck. “You know how I get.” He marked her chest as well. “And I know you fucking love me like this.”

Jealous Dan was the best Dan.

He rolled her onto her stomach, grabbing her by the hips and propping her up, spanking her on each cheek.

“And you know what happens to naughty little girls when they make daddy angry.”

There they were, the words that made a chill run down her spine.

Two more smacks, one on each cheek.

She heard Dan’s belt being undone, and his zipper being pulled down.

He ripped her panties down, pushing her dress up and running his hand down her spine, placing his other on her hip.

Without warning, Dan shoved into her, causing a loud moan of pleasure and shock to escape her lips, earning her another smack.

“Naughty girls don’t get to moan.”

He thrusted so roughly into her, the bed was shaking. “Shit.” He groaned out, grabbing her hips with both hands, his fingertips leaving a bruise, his nails leaving marks and causing her to bleed.

She held in her moans fairly well, until Dan huskily moaned out “Sweet fuck.” Before reaching his orgasm.

He pulled out of her, collapsing into her body, careful not to crush her.

“But daddy, what about me?” [Y/N] whined.

“Naughty girls don’t get to cum.”

okay so i picture ryan outside of the crew as a naturally fidgety guy. it’s never a ridiculous amount of movement, but it’s a jogging of a leg when he’s leaning against something, tapping his feet/playing with his shoes when he’s seated, hands always in pockets and at the back of his neck and running through his hair and rubbing at his mouth and scratching at his ear.

when he’s the vagabond, he has to hide who he is. everything is changed, from voice to posture. namely, every significant mannerism, everything that identifies him as ryan, disappears. he moves little outside of necessity, stands tall and intimidating and still.

but he just can’t seem to rein in his hands.

he tries, certainly, exercises a significantly increased level of control over his habits. vagabond is a different headspace, after all, the reservation and lack of identity drilled into himself. the vagabond doesn’t need to run a hand through his hair when he’s nervous, as it’s pulled back in a ponytail or tied up in a bun. the vagabond wears a mask, couldn’t rub at his mouth if he tried. the vagabond recognizes that he blushes from the neck up, and that touching the area in his habitual manner just brings attention to whatever moment of weakness his hand is trying to conceal.

but his fingers are itchy, his fingers don’t rest. they drum against his hip, against the holster of his pistol, against the hilt of his knife. they snatch up pens and throwing knives and twirl, roll them across scarred and skinned knuckles almost too fast to be seen. they are the only thing about the vagabond that are not controlled, not a well-oiled part of the machine.

maybe that’s why they are so very good at the artistry of torture.

Dating Theo Raeken would include:

- Trying to ignore the fact that he’s one of the bad guys

- Stiles trying to get you to realize “what he’s really like”

- Flirting all the time


- Working out together

- Him parading around your scent

- Running your hands through his hair

- Holding hands under the desk in classes

- Him calling you pet-names while your hanging around with the pack

- Checking each other out

No Absolution For Love.

I think this piece would fit with my ‘lost moments’ ficlets. It is an imagining of what might have been going through Jamie’s mind in the moments before he rescued Claire from Randall. As always guys, thoughts and opinions are more than welcome! xxx

Jamie could see them through the cracks, Claire pushed over the desk, her breast bare and starkly pale against the dark wood and the cuff of Randall’s sleeve bright against her hair, his hand wrapped in the curls, holding her at his mercy, just as Jamie had in their bedroom the purpose the same but the intent so very different and the sight made him feel sick to his stomach.

Jamie curled his hand tighter around the pistol hilt, his knuckles cramping with the force of his grip and forced himself to wait for Randall to move the blade from Claire’s throat, just an inch of space would be enough. Aye, Jamie would risk an inch.

Claire stretched her neck, trying to get away from the cold tip of the blade and for a fleeting moment her eyes, unfocussed and wild with terror, met with Jamie’s and he saw within their depths a danger that he had always known was present.

The loving of her would always bring danger for there was something about her that drew it. Claire did not mean for it to be so, Jamie knew that, but it did not change the truth of the matter. Whether it was her beauty that drove men to behave recklessly, her wisdom that made them jealous or her healing powers that frightened them, perhaps even her courage which propelled her into danger’s path, to love Claire was to court that peril and to shoulder the weight of it.

In the fraction of a second that Jamie held her gaze he knew all of this with a certainty and accepted it with a calm that would later surprise him when he remembered it, but within the instant was as natural as breathing.

“It’s in the eyes, ye can tell if a dog means to bite or a horse to kick by looking for the danger in their eyes. Then it’s up to you whether ye risk it or no’.”

Brian’s voice came to Jamie unbidden and he glanced to his left, expecting to see his father crouched on the ledge beside him. Another shriek escaped the fortress, the sound slipping between the shutters like a fish darting from the depths, momentarily showing itself in the shallow water before disappearing back into the black.

There would be no absolution for his loving her and Jamie would not wish for there to be, he had offered her his life and his soul before God and man both and whether she valued them or not made no difference to him. They were hers, flowers that she could nurture into bloom or burn to ash as she saw fit. Jamie moved his shoulders lightly, feeling the stretched webbing of scarring across his back. By rights he should have been dead a great many times before this day, if his life was forfeit in exchange for hers now, then so be it. She was worth the risk, she was worth everything. His nighean donn. His Sorcha.

The blade, dark in the candle light dropped from Claire’s throat to her breast and Jamie’s eyes hardened. Je Suis Prest.

He kicked the shutters viciously and stepped into the small chamber room.

“I’ll thank ye to take your hands off my wife.”

REQUEST: can i request a Dean, Crush, and Zico reaction to their girlfriends teasing them in public?? ;))

Dean: He’d taken notice of what you were doing, nodding before showing you a taste of your own medicine, tossing you looks and smirks. Licking his lips and running his hands through his hair whenever you made eye contact.

Originally posted by deantheofficial

Crush: This dude right here Okay so, he’d notice but chose to hold you close instead, soft brushes of his lips against your neck and cheek before he would breath out a soft whisper into your ear- “You okay, princess? You need me to touch you? Mhm?”

Originally posted by clubeskimo

Zico: So like, to me he seems like the guy who doesn’t catch on to the teasing quickly, but when he does, he acts on it. He’ll catch wind of what you were trying to do and smirk to himself before pulling you close to him. He subtly tease back, like gently squeezing your waist or brushing his hand over your ass, maybe grabbing it a little. He’d get you all worked up before stopping everything and pulling away, opting to make you wait until later when you guys get some alone time

Originally posted by ostrichyung


‘You didn’t come alone, did you?’ Jayce asked, taking her by the hand and looking around as if searching for someone.

‘No, Rose and Tay are with me, they are at the bar,’ she said, nodding toward the next room. The warm of his hand penetrated her skin and started to spread through her body.

‘Tay?’ Jayce turned around to look at the bar. ‘The big black guy with bleached hair? That is Tay?’ He asked obviously displeased with the news. But he was the first to tell her not to come alone, wasn’t he? Confused, she nodded.

‘You just look at our boy,’ Blue Hawaii said, watching Jayce and his blond young chick from the balcony of the second floor. ‘Another place, another time, but yet the same old broad. We’ve got something here.’

‘Maybe he just hasn’t win his bet yet,’ Monroe suggested.

Blue Hawaii just snorted.