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And I Drove You Crazy (Bucky Barnes x Reader) One Shot ❤

A/N: hey y'all! This is most likely the most sinful thing I’ve ever written. I had to take some breaks while writing 😂 but this is dedicated to the lovely, super awesome @diving-down-to-wonderland for her birthday! (HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY HUN!) I hope you like it! ❤❤❤
- Delilah ❤

And I Drove You Crazy: Reader’s bike needs to be repaired asap, leading her to come across an insanely gorgeous mechanic whom she may or may not want to bang the second she lays eyes on him.

Warnings: SMUT! Semi-Public sex. Unprotected sex.

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Reaction to: pranking you (for like a surprise party) and you cry but they don’t expect it

Requested by: @jojo0225 This is for their birthday! Happy birthday sweetie!

Rowoon: Hugs you and whispers “Don’t cry Jagi, you need to blow out the candles”

Originally posted by sf9fantasy

Youngbin: “Don’t cry, baby. I love you too much for you to cry. Even if they are happy tears”

Originally posted by nuagedeplumes

Dawon: “JAGIYA! WHY ARE YOU CRYING???? DID WE HURT YOUR FEELINGS?? YOU NEED T STOP CRYING SO I CAN FIX IT!”

Originally posted by softchanhee

Zuho: He just silently hugs you until you calm down, then quietly asks “Are you okay?”

Originally posted by ohjuho

Taeyang: Wipes your tears “it’s okay hun. Do you want me to hug you for awhile?”

Originally posted by ultranicolet

Inseong: Pulls you close and pats your back “Don’t cry, hun. You’re too pretty”

Originally posted by d-efsoul

Jaeyoon: “You good baby?” He calls from the other side of the room

Originally posted by neozbin

(LoOK hoW HAPPy hE Is!! I just ima cry i love him so much)

Chani: Awkwardly hugs you. Pulls back, it looks a little funny because the way he pulled back gave him a couple chins (do yall know what im saying like he leans his face down and the skin rolls together? does that even happen to him?), and asks, a little robotic, “You ok?”

Originally posted by kangchaneee

Hwiyoung: Chuckles and pulls you close. “Do you want me to make Youngbin hyung tell dad jokes to cheer you up?”

Originally posted by hongbln

-Ye Jin

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Happy Birthday Ukwon!! 💛🖤💛🖤💛🖤💛
He is the sweetest member of the whole group (I think Block B would agree wholeheartedly😂), and has the brightest smile in the whole world (pretty sure ukwon has severed BBC blind on multiple occasions). Nonetheless, his passion for being a dancer and entertainer is effing incredible and admirable. I hope he spends his birthday happily with those he loves this year as well as more many to come. 💞

Imagine Chris coming home early for your birthday.

A/N: My loves, this is a piece for all the birthday babies. Special shoutout to @shadowprincess0218 who requested a imagine for her birthday, here you go. Happy birthday, hun! Hope you have a wonderful, fantastic day. X

You strolled home from Magnolia Bakery with your phone against your ear and a paper box containing your favorite chocolate cupcake in your hand. You were on the phone with your boyfriend, Chris, who was in his home away from home in California due to work commitments. His job and its constant need to take him away from you didn’t bother you until it came to things like birthdays and anniversaries and holidays; those were the times that made you miss him the most. His absence made the day seem like just another day, which was why you declined when your friends wanted to take you out to dinner to celebrate.

“I wish you were here,” you told Chris and he smiled. “I don’t even care if we just eat cake and watch TV, I just want you to be next to me.” You used your shoulder to hold the phone against your ear so you could start picking at your cupcake. “You, me, Dodger-” you murmured with your mouth full, “that’s all I need.”

Little did you know that Chris was actually sitting on your apartment doorstep with a bouquet of roses in his hand and a small black box in his jacket pocket. He’d been planning to propose for a while- two and half years he’d been together with you, he didn’t want to wait any longer considering he knew six months in that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you.

He had planned quite a few times to pop the question but nothing ever seemed perfect enough for someone as special as you. He finally decided to just do it when you subtly reassured him that you didn’t care how he did it because as long as it was him asking, that was that mattered. It was thanks to his mom, actually, that you found out he was thinking about proposing. A week ago, while you were having lunch with Lisa and she let slip he was stalling because he couldn’t think of the ‘perfect’ way to propose. You were touched because it was kind of cute; you always knew Chris was the kind of guy who wanted the perfect proposal memory. But you were also impatient because it could have been another two and a half years before he figured out the perfect way to propose, so you nudged him along. You had no idea the nudge took him to today.

It’d been a whole month since he last saw you and his heart skipped a beat when he did. You turned the corner, looking as beautiful as ever in something as simple as a soft grey sweater, blue jeans, and black thigh high boots; his breath hitched in his throat and he smiled. He took a deep breath and got to his feet, straightening his brown suede jacket as he descended from the stairs. His heart started to pound against his chest; his hand tightened around the bouquet and he patted the small bulge in his jacket pocket. This was it, he was going to do it. He chuckled as he watched you; you were too engrossed with your cupcake to realize the one person you wanted to see was standing not thirty feet away from you.

“It’s a little difficult to book a last minute flight for dogs,” he told you and your eyes narrowed at the echoey effect. “But it’s not so bad for humans.” He chuckled softly, holding up one hand to give you a small wave when you looked up. “Hey, I have to go.” You let out a breathy chuckle of disbelief, smiling so wide that your cheeks hurt. “I just saw the love of my life walk up,” he said into the phone then hung up.

“Chris!” You ran towards him, dropping your cake as you threw your arms around his neck. He laughed and picked you up and spun you in a circle. “Oh my God,” you felt your eyes welled in your eyes and you buried your face in the crook of his neck. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed you too, beautiful.” He let out a satisfied sigh, clutching onto you tightly. “God, it is so good to see you.” He squeezed you as tightly as you squeezed him, neither of you wanted to let go because the past month seemed like an eternity. “Phone calls and FaceTime sessions will never make up for this.”

“Never leave me again.” You told him and both of you chuckled softly because it was an impossible request; as happy as you were, you knew he couldn’t stay for long. “I can’t believe you’re here,” you told him as you started to pull away. “Thank you, baby.” You said when you took the bouquet he was holding out for you. “These are beautiful. You just made my birthday a thousand times better,” you pecked him on the lips, smiling.

“Only a thousand?” He asked with a smile and you chuckled because you didn’t realize he was using that as a segway to pop the big question. “I was actually hoping to make it a million times better.” He told you, slipping his hand into his jacket pocket as he descended down on one knee.

“Oh my God,” you breathed.

“There will never be a perfect time, or a perfect way to propose.” He began, flipping the little box open to reveal a breathtaking diamond ring; from the looks of it, Chris followed the three month’s salary rule which was insane considering who he was and what he did for a job. “But,” he paused for effect, his smile widening as he took your left hand in his. “There is a perfect person for everyone and you, my love, you’re mine.”

“Chris,” your voice quivered out of excitement and nerves.

“Shhh,” he chuckled, pressing one finger to his lips. “I wanted a Disney World proposal but I’m doing it on your doorstep instead, the least you can do is let me make my speech.” He joked and you chuckled, pressing your lips together to show you were going to shut it. “Okay, where was I? Yes, um-” he cleared his throat, catching his train of thought. “I know it’s ridiculous and you may think I’m just saying it for the sake of the romance, but- I knew when I met you that we were going somewhere. You were like this light that wouldn’t stop shining on my life, even the darkest days felt bright with you in it. The past two and a half years have been both an absolute dream and utter hell for me,” he said and your eyes narrowed in confusion; he chuckled softly and explained. “Because you’re amazing and I love every second with you, but it’s also been a long one million three hundred and fourteen thousand seconds to get to this moment. If I could’ve,” his voice quivered as tears welled in his eyes, “I would’ve proposed after our first date.”

“Just ask me already,” you urged, laughing to stop yourself from crying.

“Will you marry me?” He asked, smiling.

“Yes,” you nodded.

He smiled and slipped the ring onto your finger before getting up off the ground to wrap his arms around you and draw you in for the kiss of a lifetime. It felt as though all the stars aligned that night and no birthday was ever going to top this one. Chris broke the kiss and hugged you tightly, you smiled and held up your hand in front of the both of you to admire the ring.

“This is possibility one of the most impractical things you’ve ever bought,” you told him and he chuckled softly, pressing a soft kiss on the side of your head. “Like I love it, it’s beautiful. I mean- don’t get me wrong. I’m very, very impressed with the ring-”

“Then just kiss me and shut up,” he chuckled.

“But,” you continued and he groaned, feigning annoyance; you chuckled. “We could’ve used the money to buy that beautiful house we saw a few months ago, have somewhere we can call ours instead of yours or mine. I mean- yeah, I have my place and you have yours but- don’t you want somewhere we can call ours?” You didn’t know if you were making sense but from the look on Chris’ face, you knew he understood what you meant. “You get it, right?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “But you get my job, right? I can afford to buy both, which is kind of what I did.” You narrowed your eyes in confusion as he pulled away from you. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a set of brand new keys. “Remember your dream house?” Your jaw dropped and you held out your hand excitedly, he chuckled and placed them in the palm of your hand. “Well, it just became a reality.”

Fated

Jason Todd x Reader

This is a drabble of sorts that I wrote for @jadedhillon ’s birthday. Happy Birthday hun, I hope you like it, and have a wonderful day!! 💕

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Before he met you, Jason liked to visit his grave on the anniversary of his death. He knew it was morbid, but hell, most things he did these days could be considered morbid to some degree. He liked to just come and sit, perch on his headstone and smoke a cigarette or two; think about what had led to him being where he was, where he would still be if the joker’s work had been a little more permanent.

Before Jason came back, albeit a little older and a lot different than he remembered, Bruce liked to visit his grave on the anniversary of his son’s death. He liked to just come and stand; think about what had happened that led to his son being here in the earth, what he could have done differently to prevent Jason’s death.

Then Jason met you. You, who had been born on the day of his anniversary, albeit many years earlier. You, who brought joy back into a day that had been filled with mourning for so many years.
The last few years you had spent the day together, celebrating both your birth and the miracle of his continued life. Jason would have believed that it was meant to be, if he believed in such concepts.

That morning Jason prepared breakfast for you both, and you ate together in your shared apartment, you laughing at Jason’s quirky gestures of affection (he liked to arrange your food into smiley faces and draw syrup hearts on your pancakes), grateful for simply being alive (and being together).

The afternoon you spent doing something the both of you loved, just enjoying taking a day to enjoy each other’s company. You liked to visit his grave and bring flowers (you were the first to do so) for the young boy who had been robbed of the opportunity to grow up safe and loved as he had so deserved to. Jason never liked to stay long, not anymore. He didn’t like to spend so long in the past, when you gave him so much to look forward to in the future.

The evenings you spent at Wayne Manor, surrounded by laughter and the smiling faces of the people who loved you both. You had brought Jason back to them, and for that they would be forever grateful. Alfred made a cake, and brought it out when you were all sitting around the dining room table after dinner, the candles lit.

This was followed by an awkward and off tune rendition of ‘Happy Birthday’ (bat style), and the batboys digs at each other’s singing voices. Everyone cheered when you blew out the candles, and Jason took your hand and squeezed when you made your wish. Then came the reluctant acceptance of lavish gifts (the perks of dating a Wayne) and watching movies together in the living room. Jason preferred to give you his when you went home; the batboys liked to make fun of his thoughtful gifts. You thought that it was cute.

In the dark of the room, lit only by the flickering of the television screen, you would cuddle up to Jason, both of you content to be together and surrounded by the people that you had come to think of as family. When the clock struck twelve and the others were starting to doze off, you would turn to look into Jason’s eyes, both of you sharing a soft smile. April 28th. A day that a past Jason had not lived to see, but one that you would live together, just like all those that followed for the rest of your lives. And in those moments Jason knew that all of the pain he had gone through had been worth it, because it had led to him meeting you.

Shape of You

Characters: Dean x Plus Sized!Reader

Prompt: Plus sized reader drabble inspired by this song. Written for Queenie’s birthday writing challenge.

Words: 407

Warnings: Serenading fluff

A/N: I know your birthday isn’t for about another two weeks, but happy early birthday hun! Also, this is my first time writing a plus size reader, so hopefully I didn’t butcher it. 

Originally posted by thejabberwock

It had been a long, tiring day. You spent most of the daylight shoving yourself into wedding dresses in an attempt to find the right one. It was overwhelming, but luckily you had your entourage supporting you. The day had been full of frustration and tears, but you found the right one. The dress seemed to pull your waist in and hug your curves in all the right places. It made you feel like a princess. However, in the process to find the perfect dress your spirits were drowned. You had felt like none of them would fit or make you look beautiful. All the sea of dresses seemed to do was make you self-conscious.

Your dress was with your maid-of-honor completely safe away from any eyes in the bunker. Plopping onto the bed you sighed. The bed engulfed you in it’s warmth, the scent of Dean inviting you to sleep. But your idea of sleep was suddenly interrupted. Not only had Dean heard from your friends and family, but he also heard from you about how you felt. Trying on dresses overwhelmed you, both mentally and emotionally. You had told him you felt like a beluga whale in them. Dean of course said otherwise.

Dean’s voice echoed off the walls down the hallway, the sounds reverberating all the way to your room. His melodic voice was singing an all too familiar song. A smile spread across your face. It was one of your favorite songs and reminded you of how you met Dean. Dean at first didn’t care for the song, but after awhile you had him hooked.

Dean appeared in the door way, a smile on his face as he began to serenade you.

“I’m in love with the shape of you, we push and pull like a magnet do.”

You couldn’t help but giggle tiredly as he stepped further into the room. Dean kissed your lips, singing the words between kisses. His soft lips began to place chaste kisses to every inch and plush curve of your body. He kept singing to you softly. A blush crept up to your face from the attention to each part of your body you hated or loved. Dean’s stubble tickled your stretched flesh.

“You’re beautiful Baby, no need to be so hard on yourself okay?”

You nodded and pulled his face towards yours. His lips crashed onto yours gently. His hands cradled your face in his hands, his thumbs sweeping across your soft, blushed cheeks.

“Beautiful in whatever you wear, and whatever you don’t wear.”

You smiled and picked up where he left off, “Come on now, follow my lead. Come, come on now, follow my lead.”

Dean chuckled and laid beside you, pulling your body flush to his, “I’m in love with the shape of you.”

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