leave my sight :(

DANCE MAJORS AU. (Part 1, Part 1.5, Part 2, Part 2.5, Part 3 finale) 
Contemporary Ballet Dancer Shiro is someone everyone admires and basically Everyone’s Crush™ but he already have his eyes set on a certain new hip-hop dancer recruit next door who’s always wearing red. He doesn’t have the guts to ask him out–at all. However, he asks if he could teach him hip-hop dancing. 

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anonymous asked:

I'm pretty sure you're like my favorite blog xd. Could I get some hero/villain prompts where they are literally stuck together thanks to magic gone wrong or they're trapped someplace? Just...heroes and villains stuck together xd

1) “Are you…panicking?”
“No!” But the signs were all there - the quick breaths, limbs taut and yet unable to contain the shivers of fear. 
“You’re going to get us caught!” The closet was only small and they were trapped or caught and dead and…and the closet was only small. “You’re claustrophobic.” 
“It’s not claustrophobia I just hate being near you.” The shaking didn’t stop. 
They thought fast and drew their enemy closer. “Okay,” they kept their voice low. “Just focus on my breathing.”

2) “You two make such a cute couple.” 
“We’re not a couple,” the villain snapped. 
“Oh,” the civilian said. “I never see you two apart.” 
“We just die being too far away from each other.” The hero wrapped a viciously chummy arm around the villain. “Don’t we, honey?”
“I’ve told you to stop calling me that - for god’s sake!”
“This is all your fault, snookums.”

3) “You don’t really want to be stuck with me,” the villain said, rattling the cuff attaching the two of them. “I’ll make your life hell.”
“You’ll try,” the hero said, not looking up. “But you’re still not leaving my sight.”
“Kinky. If you wanted to watch me you could have just ask-”
“-I have permission to knock you out if necessary.” 
“But then how would you benefit from my wit and wisdom in your oh so important case?”

| Of Lemongrass & French Vanilla | Chen X Reader AU | Part 2 |


Kim Jongdae X Reader

Genre: Fluff, Action, Thriller, Angst

Warnings: Violence, Language, Attempted Murder, Attempted sexual assault

Word Count: 8,121

Synopsis: “His brothers had told him that finding your mate was like finding a scent that sends you into a state of pure, unadulterated ecstasy. Personally, he had hoped that for him, that scent was of lemongrass and french vanilla.

For @exosmutxoxo

Originally posted by fearless-man

Your heart thudded inside of your chest as Jongdae pulled away. Too stunned to move, let alone respond, you felt a chill course through the nerves along your spine. His eyes remained in direct contact with your own, tenderness evident in his gaze.

“J-…J-” You stuttered, “What… What-”

You flinched as the front door flew open. Jongdae spun around, shielding you behind his back protectively. Both of your gazes met with Luhan’s wide eyes. He was panting, knees trembling as the indicator of an intense run.

“We have a problem-” Luhan swallowed, pausing for breath. “It’s Yoori.”

Jongdae was on his feet in an instant, bristling at attention. Luhan peered behind him, leaning to the side to get a glimpse of you. Jongdae extended his arm to cover you apprehensively.

“Junmyeon wants her there…” Luhan’s eyes hardened just slightly. “She needs to see this.”

Keeping the one arm outstretched, Jongdae used his other to reach behind himself, his hand finding your own and latching onto it.

“Alright, then.” Jongdae straightened himself. “But she’s not leaving my sight. I don’t trust anything that witch is up to.”

Luhan seemed hesitant for several moments. Eventually, he nodded and turned to walk back out the door, expecting the two of you to follow. The sound of cicada swarms hit your ears the minute you walked outside, dusk keeping the temperature cool. The three of you walked across the grassy field for what seemed like an eternity. The spiky green texture of the grass being the only source of concentration you had as you trailed behind Jongdae. After a few more minutes, you looked up to see the treeline approaching. Several bodies stood huddled in a circle, surrounding something you couldn’t see. As you got closer, however, the smell of blood and death intensified, feeling like acid within your nose. You brought up the wrist that Jongdae was not holding to block the brunt of the putrid smell, but it did little to help.

As the three of you finally joined the circle, you stepped on your toes to peer over Jongdae’s shoulder. What you saw almost caused you to stumble backwards.

It was the carcass of a deer.

You bit the inside of your cheek to prevent a gag reflex as you examined it.

The deer’s eyes were gray and glazed over, flies accumulating in small swarms in various places. Most strikingly, however, was the solitary black arrow that protruded from the deer’s rib cage; its cause of death. As your eyes fell upon the arrow, another detail quickly caused you to shudder.

Attached to the arrow was a scarf. Your scarf. The one that had gotten soaked, along with the rest of your clothes, and left back at the apartment.

Someone had been there.

She had been there.

“I trust everyone here now realizes that this is (y/n).” Junmyeon’s voice ripped your focus from the dead animal. His arm was extended in your direction, gesturing to announce your presence.

You looked around at the group of men that encircled the carcass. Including Jongdae, there were eleven present.

All with their eyes on you.

“It’s not just a sign,” Junmyeon knelt down by the carcass, tilting his head up to you after examining it. “It’s a declaration.”

You immediately felt Jongdae tense, his grip on your wrist tightening.

“A declaration saying what?” You spoke quietly.

“Exactly what it looks like.” Jongdae’s low voice was full of repressed anger. “‘You’re next.’”

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Simon x Reader #19

Warnings: crowd setting

Word Count: 2.7k

Requested: yus (kind of) and then I added onto the idea

Note: so sorry it’s so late after the match, but i didn’t really come up with the idea until 3 days ago – so enjoy the longer length instead ~K

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Originally posted by thisrawmeat


You were pacing around the hotel room, where you had spent the night. You were just waiting for someone to come knock on your door and let you know it was time to surprise your longtime boyfriend. Telling him that you couldn’t make it to the match this year because of exams, in reality, you had been working on surprising him with the help of the rest of the Sidemen. You hadn’t seen him in person for a couple months now, with your last weeks of school being busy and his schedule being as hectic as ever with the oncoming match.

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Vegas | Tease | Oops | D | Game | Mistake

Note: Here’s the second part to Vegas! You know that part in a concert where all the music just stops mid-song, and then it resumes after a couple of moments and it’s super awesome and amazing? Yeah, that’s what I tried to describe in this fic, but I don’t think I did it that well. Oh well. I did my best.

Word Count: 2782

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader

Warnings: SMUTSMUTSMUTSMUT, car sex, the usual bad language

“No.” Daveed said for the third time.

“Why not?” You asked, groaning a bit.

“Because I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to come. It’s dangerous for you. Shows can get out of hand sometimes.”

Tonight, clipping. was scheduled for a pop-up show at a local bar and you were trying to convince Daveed to take you with him. The both of you had become friends with benefits after he ‘broke your curse’ of not being able to orgasm during sex with anyone else. You both satisfied each other’s needs when it was necessary, and you enjoyed this relationship that you both had, but there were certain things that you didn’t enjoy: he was overprotective.

“C’mon, D. I’m a grown woman, I can handle myself. You don’t have to treat me like a damsel in distress all the time.” You said, leaning against the counter. He wasn’t going to make you bring out the puppy dog eyes, was he?

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Guardian Angel / Dean Winchester

A/N: Not requested, just needed to write some fanfics cause I won’t have my phone or computer for the next week.

Warnings: floof, Gabe is alive and not a lil’ shite (gasp) 

Originally posted by peachesandkookies

You stumbled down the road until you saw and neon sign.

‘Pop’s Motel’

You walked into the lobby and leaned against the front desk, blood running down your forehead into your left eye. A short man with dark skin and a bald head rushed up to you.

“Hey, hey. Are you okay?”

“Stupid question. I need the brothers.”

The man rested a hand on your arm,” Who?”

“Tall guy with long brown hair and shorter guy with blonde hair, green eyes.”

You grunted and shifted your footing.

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Thinking Out loud/Peter Pan Smut

Originally posted by pan-imagines-ig

Most of these are taken from my Wattpad account! (Twtrash01)

Send me requests for the following Fandoms: Teenwolf, Vampire Diaries, Dolantwins, OUAT(Peter Pan, Robbie Kay, Supernatural, Suicide Squad, The 100. Basically I’ll write for any fandom. I’ll write non-smut as well. Be specific in what you want! *I DON’T OWN ANY GIFS*

“Why aren’t you afraid?” The infamous Peter Pan asked me.

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Do you ever wonder what it tastes like

the Hate

that drips from their mouths

as they glare at the kids that tread

Hand in Hand

Upon the cracked ground, of a city that doesn’t love them

That doesn’t love anyone

Such a human expression, that fear

That contorts their faces - in absolute disgust -

They writhe in their loose skins- no longer comfortable in their yellow nails and oozing gums

The kids keep moving, keep watching

They Know

The old ones are not old

They’re just hungry


To tear into soft flesh

The kids are too new. Too full of love, and softness, and color

But their bare feet shake the parched concrete

Scorching a path behind them, for the next set of kids

That drip colors on the cold, dead ground

Long after we’ve been ripped apart by yellow nails

And blood wet bigoted lips

Our final laughs ringing between steel bones

We’ve won

the 5 senses of the ITH characters

usnavi: the smell of coffee. the sound of a doorbell. the taste of home-cooked meals. the feeling of a warm hug. the sight of a sunset over a bridge.

sonny: the smell of rain. the sound of kids yelling. the taste of homemade slushies. the feeling of worn out clothes. the sight of a light flickering.

vanessa: the smell of alcohol. the sound of the city. the taste of cinnamon. the feeling of trying new things. the sight of a place of comfort.

nina: the smell of new books. the sound of the ocean waves crashing. the taste of childhood meals. the feeling of falling in love. the sight of a plane taking off.

benny: the smell of leather. the sound of a car starting up. the taste of someone’s lips on yours. the feeling of growing up. the sight of a picture perfect moment.

pete: the smell of weed. the sound of the subway train. the taste of adventure. the feeling of impasto painting. the sight of a graffiti-covered wall.

daniela: the smell of conditioner. the sound of scissors cutting. the taste of coca-cola. the feeling of leaving behind what you love. the sight of bright red lipstick.

carla: the smell of freshly-washed hair. the sound of a page turning. the taste of minty gum. the feeling of being so happy you could burst. the sight of the sun shining through your window.

Lost Belongings.

The Marauders X Reader

Prompts used: “I lost the baby” from {This beautiful prompt list}

Warnings: Nothing but fluff!

Originally posted by nellaey

“I lost the baby.” Sirius broke the news to the rest of the marauders, running a hand through his hair to try and calm himself down.

“What do you mean, you lost the baby?” James said, frustration echoing through his voice. He pressed a hand to his temple.

“It means the baby is somewhere here, but I have no idea where,” Sirius replied, the constant sarcastic undertone in his voice really showing through.

“Sirius, you are a complete idiot. You had one job.” Remus started pacing around,  

“Excuse me, but I’m fabulous. Therefore, I can only slightly be an idiot,” Sirius huffed.

“My god,” Peter sighed, nodding his head.

“Well, we just have to go out and look for the baby, I guess.”

“Thank god! We finally found you!” James practically screamed, rushing over to hug you. They had been all over the school twice, but really only the places they thought you’d be.

“You can never leave my sight again,” Sirius said sternly, giving his fake disappointed look that was actually just a pout.

“Wait, what? I don’t understand. I’ve been here all day. Sirius, I told you I’d be here. And why didn’t you guys use the Map if Pads didn’t bother to listen to me?” You narrowed your eyes at your friends. Very, very stupid friends, at that.

“I was-uh.. too busy gazing at those pretty lips of yours to hear?”

“Oh shut it,” you hushed him. “You all are really something else. I have no idea how I deal with the lot of you.”

“But we’re glad you do.” Remus smiled, and the other boys simply nodded in agreement.

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Omega!Kylo arrives to the Finalizer for the first time. Alpha!Hux expected many things, already exasperated with the person that he has been forced to share the ship with but he never expected the Omega to be a mother already, bringing his baby son with him. Kylo´s mate died (or was killed by Kylo himself) and Hux doesn´t know what to do, his alpha´s intincts tell him to protect and fight for the omega, cuz Alpha!Phasma is doting on Kylo and his son.

There have been rumours about the new Master of the Knights of Ren, but Hux has been reluctant to believe any of them, wanting to everything learn about his new co-commander for himself.

Some say that Kylo Ren is an alpha, some say he’s a beta. There’s talk of his heritage, whispers of his possible relation to Vader himself and repute about his power.

And as Hux stands waiting for the infamous Master Ren to disembark his grand shuttle, all the rumours that’ve spread themselves around the Finalizer over the last few weeks spring to Hux’s mind until he’s managed to convince himself that Master Ren is an alpha like him, come to challenge him in every manner of his position.

The shuttle’s ramp lowers slowly, hydraulics releasing smoke that fans around them and Kylo Ren emerges from the fog, his silhouette cutting through the rising smoke with a sharp offence. He’s clad entirely in black, though Hux is surprised to find such youthfulness on his face; he’s sure he’s heard rumours of Kylo wearing a mask. Soft, black hair, plush pink lips, a strong body that’s perfectly accentuated by his robes.

That, and the piece of dark material that’s wrapped around his chest, holding a sleeping baby inside.

Hux gawks, eyes wide and lips parted. The child is no older than six months; their face still chubby and a tuft of dark hair peaks out from the sling.

But Kylo’s scent is like nothing Hux has ever smelt before; it’s strong but sweet, as though designed to entice others close but fierce enough to be threatened to ward others away.

Master Ren is an omega, and he’s a mother to that baby.

“General Hux, I’m presuming,” Kylo says, and Hux is a little startled, too lost in his own thoughts to realise that they’re now face-to-face.

“Master Kylo Ren,” Hux replies, noting how the omega’s right arm is subconsciously curling around the baby’s shape in the sling. “Welcome on board the Finalizer. Indeed, I am General Hux, your co-commander, it would seem.”

“I have important instructions from the Supreme Leader but before we begin, I’d very much like to be shown to my quarters.”

Kylo glances down to his baby and then straight back up to Hux, his hand rubbing across the curve of the sling, adjusting the child’s weight.

“Of course. I shall personally escort you. This way,” Hux turns on his heel, watching out of the corner of his eye as Kylo follows, droids boarding the shuttle and collecting crates and bags from the cargo hold.

The silence between them makes Hux a little uncomfortable, but he’s surprised to find that Kylo falls into step beside him, keeping up with him; no being less than an alpha would dare to walk at his pace. Already, Kylo is incredibly different from all other betas and omegas that Hux has met, and he’s completely intrigued.

The baby makes a soft whining sound but Kylo quickly hushes him, his hand moving inside the wrap to calm him. Hux watches peripherally, amazed that a Knight so strong with such an aura of mystery around him could possibly be motherly and be gentle–

“I’ll leave you to get settled,” Hux says, halting in front of a door. “A comlink and a datapad are waiting inside for you with everything you could need installed on there.”

“My thanks,” Kylo says, looking at the door. “I’ll get acquainted with the ship’s schedule and layout as quickly as possible.”

“Excellent. I shall leave it to you to contact me once you wish to meet and discuss the Supreme Leader’s business. We have excellent nanny droids on board–”

“No! No. He stays with me,” Kylo almost growls, and Hux almost wants to take a step back. “He doesn’t leave my sight. Snoke is happy with my choice, before you think of informing him of it. Is that clear?”

Hux blinks, mouth agape, feeling as though he shouldn’t be surprised by an omega’s protectiveness over their pup, but Kylo’s eyes are blazing with hatred.

“Transparently,” Hux says, hands held behind his back.

Kylo huffs, but the baby stirs, erupting into a distressed cry before Kylo has the chance to quietly calm him. Whilst still standing in the middle of the corridor, Kylo lifts his pup from inside the wrap and holds him in his arms, rocking him and hushing him, repeating ‘it’s okay’ over and over again; Hux watches in awe.

“General, sir.”

Hux turns to see Captain Phasma standing behind them, helmet under her arm, something held in her outstretched hand.

“Captain. What is it?”

“You dropped the keycard to Master Ren’s rooms on the way up,” she says, handing it to him, and it’s now that Hux notes a black bag in her other hand. “And I thought it best to bring the child’s bag up before the droids begin hassling you. Sir.”

Kylo takes the bag with a shy smile at her, nodding in thanks. Hux rolls his eyes but swipes the door open, confused by his reaction. Nonetheless, Kylo steps inside his new chambers, his child wailing, and Phasma follows him…And Hux is quick behind her.

“Is there anything I can fetch for you, sir? Perhaps some food for him?” Phasma asks, her voice softer than Hux has ever heard her speak.

Clearly, he thinks, his feelings of being threatened by Kylo’s presence were wrong. Phasma’s presence around the omega and the pup–both of whom Hux has just met–is making his blood boil and his heartbeat thrum loudly in his ears.

“He’s just tired,” Kylo says when he sits down on the plush couch, rooting through the bag that Phasma handed to him to find a pacifier, pulling it out with a blue blanket.

“Ah, space travel can take its toll on infants,” Phasma says, nodding. “I’ve read that keeping them swaddled during the journey can quell their irritability.”

Kylo chuckles, smiles, and Hux feels his knees weaken.

“I’ll remember that,” Kylo looks up at her. “Thank you. Captain.”

“It’s Christine, Master Ren,” she salutes, and he nods. “I look forward to becoming more acquainted with you and your son. Remember to allow yourself time to rest.”

With the baby now suckling happily on his pacifier and drifting off to sleep in his mother’s arms, Phasma turns and leaves, making sure to hold Hux’s sharp gaze for as long as she can before it breaks. There’s fire between them; a competitor’s blaze.

“If that’s all, General, I’d appreciate it I was given some privacy,” Kylo says, rocking the baby but making sure that he’s cuddled close to his chest, sleeping softly.

Hux’s hand twitches, imagining what it’d be like to touch Kylo’s skin, to tuck his dark hair behind his ear to kiss his cheek, to earn his trust to be allowed near his beautiful pup.

“Of course, Ren,” Hux says, hiding his thoughts. “Contact me once you’re ready to discuss business, with your son among our company, of course.”

Hux turns, chest feeling a little colder as he walks away.


He stops dead, turns. Kylo still looks fierce and soft, like a poisonous flower, a deadly venom with a sweet and enticing scent.

“It’s going to take a lot for me to even consider trusting alphas again,” Kylo says, kissing the top of his baby’s head. “So I suggest your courting goes beyond secretive thoughts about kissing me. The same for your Captain. I am no prize, and should you think of me in that way then, trust me, I won’t hesitate to do what I must.”

Hux swallows, suddenly finding himself thinking of how Kylo came to be a single parent, alpha-less.

“I shall do my best to prove myself to you, Kylo.”

“We shall see, Armitage.”

Hux smirks, bows before the omega with a dipped head to show respect, before turning and leaving, but not before he hears Kylo make a content hum; a sound that’s known amongst omegas to mean the acceptance of a courtship.


(Here is the much requested ‘happy ending’ to Sherlock Realizing He’s In Love With You.)

“Well, maybe it’s because you keep pushing me away! Sherlock, stop pushing me away.” you begged. The two of you had been at it for hours, as you often did. “It’s good to have friends! People who help you and protect you and love you.”

“I don’t need any help, don’t need protection, and I don’t need any love either.” Sherlock stated.

“Everyone needs help sometimes. Everyone needs love, Sherlock. Even you.” you put your hand on him, looking him in the eyes. 

“What do you want from me, Y/N?”

“I want to be your friend! I want you to let me help you and-”

“An what? Love me?”


“No? But that’s what you just said. Friends help and love and protect, that nonsense. Tell me, do enlighten me, Y/N. What’s so great about love? The only thing it does is make you weak. Love can tear you apart faster than anything else on this planet and you somehow think I could feel that for you? That is completely absurd, Y/N.”

“You break my heart, Sherlock Holmes.”

“You see? It’s only a weakness.”

“Whatever, Sherlock. I’m done trying to prove myself to you. Just call me if you ever need help or something.” you growled and slammed his door as you walked out.

                                         -3 DAYS LATER-

“Sherlock?” your voice pleaded as soon as Sherlock picked up the phone. It was obvious you’d been crying and you were terrified. “Sherlock?” you repeated louder.


“Tell him about my visit.” he heard Moriarty command, holding a gun to your head. “Go on, lovely.

“Sherlock, help me.” you whimpered. Moriarty sighed and you let out a cry as he yanked the phone away from you.

“Give me that he muttered impatiently. “A bore, isn’t she?” he asked.

“Not so much. She’s very bright, but she’s frightened.” Sherlock was already getting his things together to leave.

“Anyway, she’s not going to tell you about my visit, so I will. It was fun, actually… Well, for me anyway. I don’t think your Y/N enjoyed it much.” he laughed as you squirmed at his finger touching your cheek.

“What did you do to her?” Sherlock asked, trying to hide the urgency in his tone.

“Patience, Holmes. I’m getting to that part.” he said, smiling. “Why do you care anyway? I heard you don’t even care about poor, poor Y/N. From what I hear, she’s heartbroken.” Moriarty laughed. Sherlock finally realized, Moriarty had been planning this for a long time. He’d been using you for a long time and you’d been giving Sherlock desperate hints for months. “Let’s play a little game, Sherlock. I’l be the teacher and you be the student.” he stated. “Have you figured it out yet?”

“Yes.” Sherlock replied.

“Good, now, do you mind sharing your answer?”

“You’ve had her wired this whole time. The moment you found out she was close to me you took your chance. She’s and innocent girl. She’s got nothing to do with this. Let her go and I’ll play your game.”

“But, Sherlock, she is the game.” he sighed. “She is the game…” he repeated. “And I’m getting very bored quickly… I might just… get rid of her.” he said, slowly driving a dull knife into your side.

“Sherlock!” you screamed. “I’ll give you ten minutes to find her. That’s all. I’ll kill her and leave if you don’t.” Moriarty hung up the phone.

Sherlock knew he was later but he hoped Moriarty hadn’t notices, though Sherlock knew he had.

“Y/N!” Sherlock yelled when he burst in the door. You were strapped to a chair in the middle of a small concrete room. Your head hung over, and the blood on your forehead, cold and dry, signaling it wasn’t fresh but the blood on your shirt was warm and sticky as it spread on your shirt quickly. Sherlock tapped your cheeks, calling your name. Sherlock cut you loose of the leather restraints on your chest, wrists and ankles, allowing you to fall forward onto him as he called for an ambulance.

“You came…” you panted, letting out a hoarse sob. “You came…” 

“Of course I did.” he whispered, pushing your hair back. “Sit tight, then. You’re going to be okay.” he nodded. 



“Sherlock, I’m sorry.” 

Just in time, the ambulance arrived. You were beginning to fade, your skin grew a sickly pale and your eyes were glossy. “If you hadn’t found her when you had, she would be dead.” the doctor reported at the hospital. “But the surgery went smoothly and she’s resting now. We’ll soon be able to release her.” 

“How long?” your brother, Greg, asked. 

“A few days, a week or two at the most.” said the white haired old man. “I’ll have a nurse take you to see her. If you’ll excuse me,” the doctor weaved around the men in front of him. They’d all been crying together, more than anyone in the hospital had ever seen three grown men cry.

“Y/N?” your brother said quietly and cautiously as he stepped toward you. You slowly turned your head, still groggy from the sedative given to you. A small smile formed on your chapped lips. “Y/N…” he sighed with relief, his bloodshot eyes swelling again with happy tears. “You’re never allowed to leave my sight again.”

“How do you feel, love?” John asked, smiling as he crouched at your bedside, pulling your hand to his lips. 

“Better than you lot look.” you replied hoarsely. “I love you guys.” you coughed as you tried to laugh with them. 

“I love you too.” Greg replied, John’s lips hummed against your knuckles and Sherlock stood stiffly at the edge of your bed, his chin held high in the air. 

“Well…” you shrugged. 

“What?” he asked. 

“Come here.” You held your arm in the air and John stepped away as Sherlock moved around your bed, slowly lowering himself to allow you to hug his neck. “You’re supposed to hug me back, genius.” you whispered. Hesitantly, his arms wrapped around you and he hugged you close to him.

“Am I missing something?” Greg asked. 

“Usually.” you winked before you pulled away from Sherlock’s hug and pressed your lips full onto his in a slow kiss, earning a groan of disgust from Greg and a chuckle form John. 


NCT 127 reaction: Someone else flirting with his S/O

A/N: First post! Yay! Btw please request something because I have no ideas lol


Originally posted by xehunted

Taeil wouldn’t make a big deal out of it, but he wouldn’t just ignore it either. He would actually get pretty mad about it, but he would try to keep it all on the inside. He would kind of just walk over to you, calmly and wrap an arm around your shoulders and give the other guy a death glare, causing him to trail off in the middle of what he was saying and go away.


Originally posted by y-ta

Johnny wouldn’t be mad about it, but he would still feel the need to scare the guy away. He would try to look as intimidating as he can, giving you a small, reassuring smile, before turning to the guy who was flirting with you and leaning in to whisper in his ear:

“You can stop now. She obviously doesn’t like you, and she’s already dating someone better anyway….”


Originally posted by nctinfo

Wouldn’t say anything to the guy. He would actually pretend that he hadn’t even noticed him. and instead, he would just snake his arms around your waist as the guy was talking to you and start kissing down your neck, trying to make it as obvious as he can and make the other person as uncomfortable as possible. Having gotten the message quickly the guy would apologize and walk away and Yuta would just continue kissing you, grinning happily against your skin. 


Originally posted by nakasyuta

I couldn’t find a good gif for this one….

Taeyoung would be furious that someone else was flirting with you. But he wouldn’t want to make you feel bad or uncomfortable so he would just watch both of you from a distance with a cold glare, arms crossed and quietly mumbling stuff about the other guy. However, if he sees that the person and what he is saying is starting to make you uncomfortable he wouldn’t hesitate to do something about it.


Originally posted by mvpgyu

Jaehyun would think rationally about it:

Maybe the guy didn’t realize that you have a boyfriend, it’s not his fault…

Also, you really are a gorgeous person so who can judge the guy for flirting with you…. 

And on top of that, he would have a lot of trust in you and that you wouldn’t flirt back or anything. So instead of getting mad, he would just calmly and nicely explain to the guy that you are together and he should stop flirting with you.


Originally posted by ceohan

Doyoung would be mostly surprised when he sees someone flirting with you because he wouldn’t understand why someone would flirt with you when you were obviously already in a relationship. So he wouldn’t say anything for a few seconds - trying to comprehend exactly what was happening, but when he does he would tell the guy to go away without really trying to be nice. 


Originally posted by sichengss

He would have a bunch of emotions go through him - anger, worry, and jealousy. Opposite to what you would expect though he wouldn’t just stay quiet about it. He would try to be as polite as he can, sweetly taking your hand in his and smiling as he explains to the other person that you’re taken and he would really appretiate it if he would stop flirting with you.


Originally posted by hqleetaeyong

Haechan would get extremely angry. He wouldn’t even pause to think about what he was doing before jumping between you and the other guy, holding you protectively behind his back. For a moment he would just stand dare staring at the other guy, making you very concerned that he might do something very stupid.  But instead, he would calm down a little bit, giving the person an angry look before turning to you. 

“Come on, let’s go! You’re not leaving my sight again.”


Originally posted by dovounq

Mark would stand at the side for a moment, trying to calm himself down. He wouldn’t want to seem hot-headed or immature, especially if the person flirting with you was older than him. So after managing to calm himself down, he would walk over to the two of you, wrapping an arm around you protectively, introducing himself to the other guy as your boyfriend and shaking his hand, squeezing just a little too hard. 


anonymous asked:

Can i ask for a reader x morgana : where morgana is either super jealous or possessive or both ?

Originally posted by meafterdeath

“Both. Both is good.”

Bonus if you know where that quote is from. -Admin Lily

Morgana was fuming from where she sat at the table.

They were at it again. The knights all knew about your and Morgana’s relationship, but they still all flirted with you. Especially around Morgana.

You personally thought they were all masochists. You knew they would get a beating from Morgana later in training.

Arthur had made Morgana an official knight after becoming king which meant she trained, went on quests, and spent a couple nights a week in the tavern. You were with her always, of course, as her servant and lover. And your closeness would never not be noticed by the other knights.

“(Y/N), hold on,” Gwaine said, grinning at you.

You stop on your way to the head of the table where Morgana sat.


“You know, your hand looks pretty heavy. Can I hold it?”

“No, Gwaine,” you sigh out.

“Do you have a sunburn or are you always this hot?”

“Gwaine, stop,” you say more seriously. You needed to get to work.

“I’m having a sale in my bedroom. The bed’s free.”

“Gwaine,” that was Sir Leon this time.

“Perhaps it is time to stop now.”

Gwaine looks unconcern as he grins at you.

“One more. Your lips look so lonely. Would they like to meet mine? He leans in teasingly, but is suddenly yanked back.

“Would you like to repeat that, Gwaine?” Morgana asks in a sickeningly sweet tone.

Gwaine face pales and he starts out, “I was just playing Morgana. I swear! I would never-”

“Enough! I’ll talk to you more tomorrow. Probably with a sword or some other sharp weapon.”

After speaking to Gwaine, Morgana drags you back to her seat and sits you down next to her.

“You are not leaving my sight for the rest of the night,” she mutters.

“But, I need to help with the feast-” you try to protest.

“Please, Arthur doesn’t care. Like he ever has Merlin do anything but stand around and look pretty. No, you’re staying right here.”

Although you are frustrated with her, you find yourself smiling at the brunette.

“Don’t be jealous,” you murmur into her ear as you pull her close.

“I’m not jealous,” she says, pulling you closer.

She silences your responding laugh with a kiss, and you find you don’t mind her possessiveness.

robb stark: can’t help falling in love

ANON REQUESTED: Hiiiii!!! I was wondering if you could do a robb stark imagine where the reader is cersei’s daughter and Jaime is very protective of her and they go riding in the woods when at Winterfell and Jaime and the reader get separated and she is attacked and Robb saves her and cersei yells at Jaime for letting her daughter fall in love with Robb and not saving her

note: im warning yall this is kinda long like 1.5k words long of dialogue bc i got carried away af but anyway i hope u like it (◡‿◡✿)

When you arrived in Winterfell, you immediately smiled at the coldness and all the open space there is. The people were welcoming and they treated you amazing. You walked through Winterfell, through the towers and through the yard.

“Don’t go far,” your mother Cersei said as she tighten the fur around her. She wasn’t really fond of Winterfell and she made that clear. “You don’t know what lurks in this cold place.”

You went back to the plaza and you saw your Uncle mounted and clad in thin armor. He was with his men, and is also with some Stark men. You patted your Uncle’s horse and Jaime just shook his head.

“Going off, Uncle?” you ask as you looked at the hounds and horses.

“Hunting, riding,” he said as he adjusted himself on his horse. “Making the most of the North.”

The horse nuzzled into your palm, and you scratch its head. You flashed a smile to his company and you grinned at your Uncle but he shook his head again at you.

“Uncle Jaime, please!” You really wanted to do something, and riding maybe is the most exciting thing there is.

“Your mother, the Queen,” he said as he emphasized Cersei, “Will get angry, you know how she is.”

“I promise! I’ll be close to you,” you begged him, and the men are smiling at you.

“The woods aren’t meant for a lady,” Theon said as his horse rounded up his party. “Or even a princess.”

You sighed and you looked at the stables, and you saw a stable boy watching the exchanged. You waited for him to acknowledge you, and when he did he bowed and you smiled. “Bring me a horse, ser.”

“Won’t the Queen be furious?” Robb asked your Uncle Jaime and he looked at you.

“My mother, the Queen will be furious, yes.” You said as the boy appeared next to you with a strong horse, and he helped you mount it. “I want to ride and not be stuck in this castle for the week, my lord.”

“Ride close to me,” Jaime said as his horse moved closer to yours, “If you get lost, like back home…”

You laughed at your Uncle and you looked at the amused Northmen, “King’s Landing is huge and crowded. But Uncle, I will not be lost.”

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