So, I know how much everybody loves pretend-dating/pretend-marriage fics, but have you considered ‘pretend NOT to be dating/married’ AUs?
My friend is so determined to fix me up with somebody better than my string of casual coffee date/hookup partners that I didn’t have the heart to tell her, after she set us up for a blind date, that I actually met you six months ago
We’re both professors in the same department and it enhances your reputation with the students as a mysterious enigma and my reputation as a stone-cold terror if we pretend to hate each other, plus when we back each other up in departmental meetings everybody’s so surprised they give in right away
My parents thought I was working for an insurance company in New York when really I was joining the CIA so I just sort of never mentioned when I met you on an assassination-gone-wrong and now we’ve been married for five years and they still don’t know you exist, this has gotten wildly out of hand and you won’t stop laughing about it
All your coworkers know you’re married to a cop but now I’m undercover investigating a string of bank heists and it turns out that your only friend at your shitty new job is dating the head bank robber.
We’ve been communicating entirely by email/phone/carrier pigeon/paid messenger for the past year as we work to bring some peace and order to this troubled land, so when I walked into the negotiation room to sit down with the fearsome and terrible politician/businessperson/famed warrior that all my people are so afraid of, I didn’t really expect it to be you.
I didn’t think my parents could accept me dating somebody of your gender/race/religion/species, so we’ve been keeping it quiet, but now my mom can’t stop talking about her friend’s next-door neighbor and how perfect they’d be for me and you’ve got some nosy neighbor trying to set you up with their coworker’s kid and how do we tell them we’re engaged without making them think it’s because of their completely uninvited meddling?
You’ve got to pretend-date your best friend for a couple of weeks because reasons, and somehow that means we’re passing ourselves off as siblings to explain why we live together but we’ve started giving each other really filthy pre-sex looks behind everyone’s back like a game of chicken and pretty soon somebody is going to start to have serious concerns about our siblinghood.
• pairing: jeon jungkook x reader, college! jungkook • genre/warnings: smut, explicit sexual descriptions,
exhibitionist themes, slightly-sub! jungkook, switch themes, oral sex, face sitting • words: 8,460 → summary: jungkook seems to have a little crush on you, and no matter how much you try to ignore it, you seem to be losing your resolve with each passing day…
could I request friends to lovers for yoongi 😩😩😩 I love this boy so much and I loVe ur writing thank u queen of everything
thank u omg!!!! also i had a really good idea for yoongi and this au bless u!! find jimin (here) ~
how do i put this nicely,,,,,,,,you and yoongi,,,,,,are both,,,,what the rest of bangtan refer to as evil masterminds
because apparently you and yoongi have schemed jungkook out of his snacks so many times that jungkook assumed a ghost was haunting the dorm and stealing his brownie packs when No it was just you and yoongi ,,,,,,using video games to distract him while also taking whatever snacks jungkook holed up in the closet
you actually met yoongi because you were both buying chicken skewers at a stand and you’d been short three bucks so you were trying to explain that your cat chewed up your money back home and you were just soOO hungry
and yoongi was trying not to laugh his ass off while he was waiting but in the end,,,,,,he’d paid for both your food and you’d been suspicious because why,,,,,,,,,was this random guy being nice to you
but yoongi was just like “i have respect for people who make up bizarre stories to get what they want.”
and you were like AHEM it’s true my cat,,,,,,did try to eat my money and yoongi had just lifted his eyebrow like really and you were like yeah,,,,,,,,,,,,ok maybe not but ,,,,,,,whatever
and since then,,,,,you guys would see each other in the street and for a while he called you ‘the one with the money eating cat’ but then you learned each others actual names and well,,,,,,a beautiful friendship formed
on mutual scheming and also,,,,,you guys just fit really well together because neither of you are high maintenance at ALL like you hang out once every two freakin weeks. yoongi is appreciative of that
but one day you text yoongi and you’re like “there’s a new catering place and they said that if you’re engaged you and your spouse can try all their samples for FREE. wanna be fake married with me for an hour?”
and yoongi, upon reading food + free was like yeah im in let’s go
when you meet you’re like yoongi, here i got these fake rings from a claw machine game put them on and he’s like oh my god you really prepared for this,,,,,, and you’re like yeah we have to be convincing ok????? we’re both good actors so let’s do this
and yoongi shrugs but suddenly takes your hand in his and you’re like ?? and he’s like “we’re married, remember?” and you’re like yeah, ofc!! right,,,,,
and as you walk inside one of the planners greets you but you’re just like,,,,,honestly my husband and i would just like to see your entrees,,,,,,and taste them i heard it’s ? Free?
and the lady is like yep!! right this way and,,,,,,oh my god it’s like food out of a restaurant and when you look up at yoongi you can see his eyes sparkling and you’re just like hONEY which one,,,,,,should we try first????
and yoongi clears his throat and is like oh,,,um,,,well,,,uh,,,,which one do you want the most ,,,,,,,baby?”
and you’re both looking at each other and trying not to laugh and the lady is like ???? um,,,,hello??
and you’re both like WELL WE MIGHT AS WELL TRY EVERYTHING
and you do,,,,,,,oh you guys do,,,,,,,,you’re in there for like a good hour and a half until you’re like “,,,,,,,this was all very good me and my husband need to speak about our decision ,,,,,,,outside give us a minute?”
and the lady is like !!!!!! sure,,,,,btw you two are such a sweet couple!!! you guys were feeding each other and everything ive never seen two more compatible people
and you and yoongi are looking at her like O__O ,,,,,,oh,,,,,,,thanks
but you tug yoongi away and as you’re outside you’re like ok let’s make a run for it till she figures out we’re fakes LOL
and yoongi is like true true,,,,but without letting go of your hand he pulls you down the street and toward the subway and once you’re safe ,,,on your way back home
your hands,,,,,,are still,,,,,,well you’re still holding onto each other,,,,
and you’re like “yoongi,,,,,” and he’s like “oh, do you want me to let go?” and you’re like NO that’s not it,,,,,,but,,,,,,,,are you thinking about what she said????
and yoongi’s like “oh that we’re compatible? she’s right, we are.”
you look up at him and you’re like ???? what??? you think so and he’s like yeah,,,,,,i mean who else but me and you would pretend to be fake married for food
to which you’re like hmmm true,,,,,,but also you’re like,,,,,,,yoongi,,,,,,i want you to keep the ring i know it’s fake but you can have it
and yoongi is like chuckling and he’s like “of course im keeping it. we’re married, i can’t take it off.” and you’re like YOONGI and he’s like ok ok married might be taking it too far but it’s our first couple item right?
and you’re like COUPLE??!?!?? but also,,,,,, you can’t help but smile and yoongi catches it and puts his hand near his mouth to hide his own grin
and the train gets to your stop and yoongi gets up with you and you’re like don’t you have three more to go and he’s like “im going to walk you home,,,,,,it’d be rude if your boyfriend didn’t make sure you got home safe.”
~Request: Can you make a got7 boyfriend first kiss please ?
~Also, this is kinda long.
It happened on your second date with Jaebum. As he walked you to your door, you noticed he had this big grin on his face (gif).
“Why are you smiling like that?” you asked.
“I just..I really like you Y/N,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. You smiled widely and blushed. He breathed deeply and stepped closer to you. He ran his hands down your arms and took yours in his when he reached them. You looked up at him just before he leaned in and kissed your lips firmly. He pulled away after a few seconds and stroked your cheek with his right hand.
“Goodnight Y/N,” he chuckled, letting his hand slip as he turned and walked away. You shook your head, grinning like an idiot.
Jaebum doesn’t seem like the type of guy to wait around, so I definitely see him going for the first kiss on like the second or third date. He’d be gentle but firm. He’d either hold your hands, cup your face or rest his hands on your waist. He’d make it memorable though by saying something cutesy before it or maybe after it. It’d be a really good kiss.
You’d been dating for a little over a month and hadn’t kissed yet. You were getting a bit impatient but didn’t want to push him in case he thought it was too soon. You were in the dorms one day and the two of you decided to watch a movie and you offered to go make popcorn. As you were getting up, you leaned down and pecked Mark’s cheek then continued walking to the kitchen like nothing happened. You peaked around the doorframe and laughed at how blushy and shy he was. You got the popcorn and made your way back to your previous spot on the couch beside Mark.
“Em..what was that for?” he asked shyly and glanced up at you.
“What was what for?” you countered innocently and shoved a handful of popcorn into your mouth.
“The kiss,” he said quietly. You swallowed what was in your mouth and shrugged.
“What, am I not allowed to kiss you?” you teased.
“It’s not that. I just wanted to kiss you before you kissed me,” he said and you smiled, putting the popcorn on the table and moving closer to him.
“Mark that wasn’t a kiss, it was a peck. So technically, neither of us have ‘kissed’ the other yet,” you reassured him with a small smile that he mirrored. His eyes fell down to your lips then back up to meet yours. You raised your eyebrows expectantly and he leaned in slowly, cupping your right cheek with his hand. Your eyes fluttered shut simultaneously and your lips met his in a soft, sweet kiss. You smiled into the kiss and wrapped an arm around his neck. Seconds passed and he pulled away reluctantly.
“Well that was certainly worth the wait,” you laughed as you leaned in to kiss him again.
Mark would take his time. He’d have you thinking he’d never kiss you. You might have to take matters into your own hands but he’d probably prefer to be the one to initiate the kiss. It’d be a really sweet, soft and gentle kiss with a slight hint of hesitation. Mark would either cup your cheek or face with his hand(s) or have a hand on the back of your neck. It’d be such a cute kiss and would leave both of you feeling all warm and fuzzy.
5th date of your courtship with Jackson Wang and he took you out for ice cream. You were sitting across from each other, laughing and talking as you ate. He suddenly started giggling quietly to himself, his eyes fixed on your face. You furrowed your brows in confusion.
“What?” you asked.
“You’ve got some ice cream there,” he said gesturing to the corner of your mouth. You blushed and reached up to wipe it away but Jackson grabbed your hand.
“I’ve got a better idea,” he said with a cheeky grin and mischievous glint in his eye. He leaned across the table, grabbing your chin gently and tilting your head upwards slightly. He kissed you and moved his lips against yours, thus removing the ice cream from the corner of your mouth. He pulled away and immediately fell into a fit of giggles at your rose tinted cheeks and red tipped ears.
“Ah Y/N! You’re so cute,” he giggled as he kissed your forehead.
Jackson would want to wait for the right moment. Whether that came early on or later didn’t really matter to him. He’d find an excuse or ‘logical’ reason to kiss you. It’d be sweet and playful but firm. He’d grab your chin or the back of your neck or pull you flush against him by your waist. It’d be a good kiss and would certainly leave you a bit dazed afterwards.
The two of you were laying next to each other on your bed, just talking about everything and anything. You were laughing at a story he’d told you about his members and he was looking over at you adoringly. You glanced at him and blushed when you found him looking at you. Before you could say anything, Jinyoung had his left hand on your hip and his right by your head supporting him as he loomed over you. Your eyes met and you both grinned sheepishly. He leaned down and captured your lips in a soft yet passionate kiss. Your arms wound around his neck and the kiss deepened. Time slipped by and eventually you broke apart purely for the reason that you both needed oxygen. He smiled down at you sweetly then kissed your forehead before rolling back onto the bed.
Timing wouldn’t really be a thing that Jinyoung would think about. When it happened, it happened. He’d be more passionate about it than the others and would let it carry on so the kiss wouldn’t be just a peck. His hands would be either on your waist or the small of your back or maybe one on your waist and one cupping your cheek. It’d start off as a soft kiss but would soon deepen and get more passionate. It’d be the kind of kiss that leaves you breathless.
You’d always found Youngjae’s shyness endearing and cute but you also knew you’d have to take the lead when it came to any form of skinship or relationship stuff, well most of it at least. After Youngjae attempted to kiss your cheek but just ended up laughing awkwardly in your ear instead, you decided to take matters into your own hands.
You were in a park, walking hand in hand and talking about everything that had happened in your respective lives since that last time you’d spoken. As you were walking, Youngjae caught sight of a playground. He headed straight for it with you in tow. You laughed fondly as you watched him make a mad dash for the swing set and launch himself onto one of the swings. He looked over at you with his signature sunshine smile.
“Y/N! Hurry up!” he called and you jogged over to him. You sat on the swing beside him and you two resumed talking as you both started swinging. The day had faded into evening and you’d both stilled your swings. ‘Well now’s as good a time as any,’ you thought to yourself as you got off your swing. You walked over to Youngjae and stood in front of him, your hands on the chains of the swing. He continued talking but blushed profusely. You smiled softly and leaned down to his level. Youngjae immediately started giggling.
“What are you doing Y/N?” he asked between giggles.
“You’ll see,” you smirked and leaned in. Youngjae’s eyes widened as yours closed and you kissed him gently. He smiled and closed his eyes, moving his hands to your waist. When you pulled away, he looked up at you with adoring eyes and the biggest smile humanly possible.
“Thank you,” he whispered softly and you both laughed.
“Did you really just thank me for kissing you Choi Youngjae?” you laughed and he poked your sides gently, laughing with you. Now a bit more confident, he leaned up and kissed you, pulling you closer by your waist.
Youngjae is so adorably shy and awkward, there’s very little chance of him being able to work up the nerve to kiss you without you having kissed him first. Initiating the kiss would be kinda awkward but the kiss itself would be really sweet and gentle. He’d probably only put his hands on your waist at first and would just let you take the lead. It’d be one cute kiss though and you’d both be shy afterwards.
You always found it funny how Bambam acted so arrogant and self-assured when you knew how he really was. You knew he was just an adorable goofy dork. And today was no exception. You were sitting next to him on your couch, smiling adoringly at him as he animatedly described something one of the 97′ liners had done. He was getting so into telling the story and you found it so cute that you couldn’t resist leaning over and pecking his cheek. He froze mid-sentence (gif) and turned to you with wide eyes and a slightly smug smile.
“I’m just too irresistible aren’t I?” he smirked as you blushed slightly and rolled your eyes.
“Wow Bambam, great job. You’ve ruined the mo-” You were cut off by his kiss. His hands ghosted down your sides and came to rest on your hips. He pulled you closer and you wrapped your arms around his neck. Your fingers found their way his hair and you entwined them with his locks. Bambam smiled softly into the kiss then pulled away but kept a firm hold on you.
“You really like my hair, don’t you?” he laughed as you scoffed and shook your head with a smile. You merely nodded then looked back at him. The way he was looking at you made you feel like you were the most precious thing on earth and you felt your heart swell as he blushed before looking away shyly. A blushing Bambam was a rare sight and you loved that you had that affect on him.
The kiss would happen when it happens. Whether it was initiated by him or his partner wouldn’t really matter to him all that much. It would be a sweet and playful kiss, that would definitely bring out his shyer side. His hands would probably be at your waist or he might wrap his arms around you. It would be accompanied by a cute lead up and a cuddle session afterwards, all contributing to a memorable first kiss.
Yugyeom decided that today was the day. After weeks of his hyungs hyping him up, he’d finally decided it was about time he kissed you. And sweet Jesus he was nervous. You’d noticed he seemed a little off during dinner but put it down to tiredness and stress. You knew something was up when he walked straight past the café where you always went for dessert.
“Yugyeom, where are you going?” you asked in confusion. He grinned at you sheepishly as he slid his hand into yours and wove your fingers together. Okay, now you were really confused. Yugyeom hadn’t held your hand like that in public before. You looked up at him and he winked at you cheekily before he began walking again, pulling you along behind him by your hand. You walked on for a while and soon you recognised your surroundings. ‘Why is he taking me to the dorms?’ you wondered, more intrigued than before. Eventually, you reached the dorm and Yugyeom pulled you inside then shut the door behind you. The first thing you noticed was the soft music that replaced the usual bustle of the place. You turned away from the door and gasped.
The living room was illuminated by soft fairy lights strung from the ceiling’s corners. The coffee table had been replaced by a fluffy blanket and a multitude of throw pillows. The blanket was littered with boxes of your favourite pastries and cakes from the café, accompanied by your usual drink and Yugeom’s side by side in the centre of the blanket. You smiled, almost giddy with happiness.
“Happy one month anniversary Y/N,” Yugyeom said from behind you. You turned back to him and hugged him. He giggled at your cuteness and hugged you back. You pulled away slightly to look at him.
“This is so sweet Yugyeom. You really didn’t have to do all this,” you said softly and Yugyeom’s bright smile dimmed slightly.
“Do you not like it?” he asked worriedly.
“I love it Yugyeom. Really, I do. Thank you,” you reassured as his face light up instantly and he blushed. He led you over to the blanket and you sat down next to each other.
After eating one to many baked goods, you and Yugyeom were telling each other random childhood stories. You both leaned towards each other as you laughed. The laughter died down when you realised how close you were. Yugyeom’s eyes darted from yours to your lips and he licked his nervously. He took a deep breath and leaned in closer to you. Your breath hitched as his became uneven.
“Can I kiss you?” he whispered and you nodded more eagerly than you meant to. He chuckled lowly then closed the short distance between you two, capturing your lips in a sweet kiss.
Yugyeom would be the one to plan it out. He’d do something really cute and romantic to set the mood before the kiss. He would want to make it perfect as it would very likely be his first but mainly because it would be his first with his partner. After having an amazing date beforehand, the kiss itself would just happen naturally. It would be a very sweet kiss.
~A/N~ I really loved writing this. I love these kinds of requests; they’re so cute. Requests for ships are now closed but requests for everything else are open so, feed the inbox!
A/N: Happy holidays my friends! I hope you enjoy~ I know it’s not all the characters, but I only did the characters that I could think of at the top of my head. Sorry if these suck;;;
The Overwatch Christmas party was loud like you had expected but it wasn’t bad. You were feeling a bit parched so you decided to go the kitchen for a drink. You bumped into something hard, making you stumble back a bit. You looked to see who you had bumped into and it was none other Jesse McCree, the famous cowboy.
“Woah there darlin’. You gotta watch where your going.” He chuckled with a small shake of his head.
“Oh sorry, McCree.” You say with embarrassment. Jesse has been your long term crush and you could already feel a blush rise from coming in contact with him. “I was just going to the kitchen. If you’ll excuse me-”
“Yeah, I was just goin’ to talk to Ana-”
“Now, now both of you! You can’t leave just yet!” Reinhardt’s booming voice rang over to us.
“Why not?” You ask. He simply laughed and pointed above your head. Both McCree and you slowly look up and there it was hangning above you, the devious little plant; mistletoe. You look back at Jesse with wide eyes. “O-Oh my!”
“Well, it’s just my lucky day ain’t it?” He smirked and wrapped his arm around your waist. “You don’t mind do you?”
“N-No! Not at all.” McCree slowly leaned in, closing his brown eyes like hot cocoa closed as his soft lips met yours. Your hands found their way on his shoulders, deepening the kiss. It was like a dream came true.
“Alright!” Reinhardt laughed loudly, breaking you two apart. “Not in front of the wee children.” You blush and stare up at McCree who was still holding his signature smirk.
“Well I’ll be damned! That’s the best Christmas present I have ever received.”
“Same here.” You giggled.
You and Jack were both leaning on a wall while watching the rest of the team partied it up, mugs of hot chocolate (which totally didn’t have a small dash of alcohol-) in each of their hands. Neither you or 76 were really the ‘party type’ so instead you both decided to watch and talk. You were starting to feel a bit stuffy due to all the people in the room, so you look to the man on your right.
“Hey Jack, it’s starting to get a little too warm in here. Want to go into one of the less crowded ones?”
“Yeah.” He grunted and pushed himself from the wall, walking to the next room over. You walked next to him while taking a quick swig of your hot chocolate.
Right as you both stepped foot into the large doorway, Hana jumped in front of you with her arms crossed.
“Not so fast! You two have to kiss!” She grinned and pointed upwards. Above you was the green plant with white berries, hung with a red velvet ribbon. The room seemed to get hotter at the thought of kissing Soldier 76. You turn and look at the man next to you whose face you couldn’t read. You weren’t sure if he was happy, uncomfortable or angry.
“We don’t have to kiss if you don’t want to, Jack.” You look down to the ground, flustered beyond belief.
“Nonsense.” His hand gripped your chin, bringing your face to his before his scarred lips met your soft ones. The kiss seemed to last forever until Hana made a noise of disgust.
“I said kiss not make out!” She walked between you two, joining the rest of Overwatch during the party. Jack chuckled and gave you one of those rare smiles.
“Merry Christmas soldier.”
“Merry Christmas Jack.” You smiled back and kissed him again.
“Oi! (Y/N)!” Jamison called you over to him and Roadhog. You managed to get through your teammates and over to the two Australians.
“Roadie and I wanted to show you somethin’!” He took your hand and pulled you towards whatever it was. He stopped abruptly, his hand still holding yours, in front of a doorway with a mistletoe hanging above it. “I was hopin’ you could explain that thing. I seen it in other places too.” You heard Roadhog grunt behind you.
“Oh well that’s Mistletoe, Jamie.”
“Mistletoe? If it was a mistletoe wouldn’t it be a foot with a rocket for a toe?”
“No silly, it’s a Christmas tradition. People hang this up and when two people walk under it, they are supposed to kiss.” You giggled at his confused face before he dragged you under the plant.
“Kiss me then sheila!” He laughed.
“W-Well okay.” You blushed and pecked him on the lips.
“No a real kiss!” His bare arms wrapped themselves around your frame, pulling you close to his exposed chest. With another giggle, his lips met yours. It was a breathtaking kiss and you were going to deepen it until a flash of light blinked.
“Mako!” You gasped. He was holding a camera while giving Junkrat a thumbs. You looked back at the Aussie still holding on to you. “You planned this didn’t you?”
“Guilty!” He giggled loudly, his head thrown back. “You enjoyed it though didn’t ya?”
“Heh ya, I did.” You smile and looked into his eyes. “Merry Christmas ya filthy animal.”
“Oi!” He shouted but laughed, giving you a kiss on the cheek. “Merry Christmas, love.”
You and Angela were laughing, arms linked while listening to one of Reinhardt’s adventurous tales he was telling to Hana and Lucio. You were about to say something to your girlfriend before McCree jumped from behind you.
“Mistletoe!” He shouted while holding the plant over your heads.
“Sometimes I think you just enjoy watching us kiss, Jesse.” You laughed.
“Guilty as charge.”
“What do you say, Angela? Want to kiss under the mistletoe?”
“Of course, Liebling.” She smiled angelically with a cute blush on her face. You smile and place your hand on her cheek, giving her a sweet loving kiss.
It wasn’t everyday Talon through a Christmas party. You were standing with your crush Widowmaker and Reaper, chitchatting about whatever.
“Have any of you seen Sombra?” You suddenly ask, knowing she was up to something to get you and Amélie together somehow. Just as Reaper was about to speak, the little devil herself came out of invisibility with a smirk. You were going to question her until you saw the green and white plant pinched between her gloved fingers between you and Amélie.
“You both know what this means.~” She smirked, looking between the both of you. Widow glared at Sombra which made you gulp nervously.
“Y-You know w-we don’t have to-” But Amélie cut you off but crashing her dark lips against yours. You gasp against her some-what cold lips, but nonetheless you enjoyed the short, messy kiss.
“I,” She searched for the right words.“ I seem to posses feelings for you.”
“Well I seem to have feelings for you too.” You giggled at her flustered face.
Parties were never really Reapers thing but he went to the Talon Christmas party because you were going to be there. Despite most of his feelings of hatred and emptiness, he still held some love to his heart that was reserved for you. The only problem was that you didn’t know he loved you.
It was the moment where he felt honestly terrified when you both met under the dastardly plant. On the outside, due to his mask, he seemed calm and collected but on the inside he was freaking out like he might of when he still was 'human’. Sombra laughed loudly, pointing at the two of you while Widowmaker tried hiding her chuckle.
“Well… it can be a simple peck to the mask if you’d like.” You smiled up at him, making his heart flutter, but he didn’t move. You rose on your tiptoes and let your lips touch his white mask. With a small wave and a blush, you started walking away. But that small kiss to his mask wasn’t enough for him. His hand gripped your forearm, spinning you around and pulling you close to his firm body. With his free hand, he moved his mask half way off his face. You gasp and blush at his face, despite the scars and slight, black smoke radiating from him, he was quiet handsome.
“…I want more.” He confessed before his rough lips met yours. It was slightly aggressive but you enjoyed it. His one arm tightened around you as he nibbled on your bottom lip.
“Cheese!” Sombra suddenly shouted as the flash of her camera went off. Both of you were completely flustered as you pulled apart. Gabriel growled and slid his mask back on fully before chasing after Sombra, shouting threats and insults.
You stood next to Widow, sharing a laugh with her as you both watched Gabriel and Sombra run around yelling and laughing.
“Well.” The mistletoe hung above your heads, seemingly taunting you both.
“It looks like we have to kiss.” Fareeha Amari smirked as she looked down at you, her significant lover. “Who’s gonna kiss first?” You both stare at each other before you sigh.
“Time to put on the big pants then.” You pulled up imaginary pants high with a funny face. Fareeha stared at you before bursting out laughing, slightly hunched over. After her quick laugh she brushed some of your (h/c) hair away from your face. You giggled and did the same with her, your hand finding its place on her soft cheek.
“I love you, (Y/N).”
“I love you too, Fareeha.” You both closed your eyes and your lips met in a peppermint tasting kiss.
You both looked at each other in embarrassment as Genji cackled loudly. Above you and Hanzo was mistletoe. Hanzo sent his cyborg brother a glare which made Genji laugh more, luckily Lucio was able to get him to leave you and Hanzo alone. You looked to the older Shimada brother who seemed more flustered than.
“If… If you don’t want to, we don’t have to kiss.” You said with hurt evident in your voice. You prepared yourself for rejection from the Archer before you felt a calloused hand on your cheek.
“I would love to.” Hazo leaned and gave you a sweet kiss, his beard tickled against your chin. Your hands gripped his jacket, pulling you closer to him. The kiss was short lived but enjoyable for the both of you.
“(Y/N), I just wanted to say…” He spoke quietly while briefly looking to the side before his eyes met yours. “I wanted to say I love you.”
“Aw, I love you too.” You smile and hug him, resting your head on his chest while he rested his head on yours.
“Merry Christmas, my love.” He kissed the top of your head and you both contently stayed in each others embrace.
(OKay but someone grab the holy water. I’m sorry if these don’t seem accurate buT I REALLY ENJOY THE THOUGHT OF BTS BEING LOW KEY FREAKS OKOK SORRYNOTSORRY)
As he’s said before Jin loves girls in bikini’s. He would be very low-key excited about seeing you in the skimpy swimwear, but would attempt to hide it with cute smiles. But when the other guys weren’t paying attention he’d make sure to wrap his arms around your waist, nibble on your earlobe and whisper in your ear about how good you look.
Help me with this scenario I have in my head. You wake up and feel shawn's boner. What does he do/happens
were brutally woken up, when you suddenly felt Shawn’s heavy weight on you,
pressing you further into the matress. It took you a second or two to open your
eyes, but when you did, Shawn’s lusting, dark once met you immediately.
breathed heavily, before licking his pink lips, not removing his stare from
you. You didn’t know why, but suddenly, you felt your cheeks heat up.
love” he breathed, his voice sounded so dark.
Summary- The reader is a teen actress on the show, she’s hanging out in the makeup trailer with Misha when he alerts her of some weird tweets.
Characters- Jared x platonic!reader, Jensen x platonic!reader, misha x platonic!reader.
Warnings- mild language, mentions of family problems.
A/N- I’VE FINALLY UPLOADED A FIC! it’s been a while but I’ve been busy revising for my exams so that’s a good reason;) anyways, I hope you enjoy this! It was really fun to write and made me chuckle.
You were lounging in one of the makeup chairs, Misha was sat on your left getting his hair done whilst you were stuffing your face with gummy bears.
You had been on the show for almost two years, you were introduced as Sam’s daughter halfway through season eleven, you had just turned fourteen when you started filming and being so young meant the cast -past and present- were extremely protective over you and that’s something that never changed, and honestly you were grateful! You never really had the greatest relationship with your parents so it was nice to have a group of people who cared about you the way your parents didn’t
Jared took the roll of your father in real life as well, you just had that instant connection when you met, you both had similar interests and similar characteristics, you even looked alike: hazel eyes that seem to change colour, dimples, same length hair. He acted more like a father than your biological dad, lets just say you don’t have the ideal family life, you’d much rather go to Texas with Jared and Jensen than go home (which most of the time you do), whenever you visited you’d always help Gen and Danneel with the kids, they were grateful and loved having you around.
The cast knew how much your parents would nag at you, they knew how down you’d get about the things they’d say, today was one of those days. You had argued with both of your parents, quite heavily, Jared walked into your trailer when he heard you almost shouting. He comforted you and listened whilst your ranted and cried about the argument, he held you whilst you sobbed, he hated seeing you so upset, it tore him apart, to him you were his daughter, he couldn’t handle seeing his daughter so torn up.
Your head snapped up towards Misha who started laughing, a lot, “what’re you laughing at?” You asked, he turned his phone towards you, reaching out you took it from his grip “maybe you should go and find your phone” he laughed. Furrowing your eyebrows you scrolled through your twitter, your eyes widened at some of the tweets before your narrowed them and let out an audible groan “damn it, Jared” you grumbled, you quickly replied back to one of the tweets before handing the phone back to Misha and jumping down from the chair, “good luck!” Misha called as you stepped out of the trailer, “i’m gonna need it” you mumbled making him laugh again.
You stepped into the motel set that you would be using for that day, the crew were getting ready to film, you saw Jared and Jensen leaning against one of the tables, Jared was still typing away on your phone, stepping forward you gained their attention, “give me my phone, Jared” you demanded holding your hand out, “give me five minutes” he replied turning his head back towards your phone, rolling your eyes you crossed your arms, “no, Jared give it back” you said, he sighed and passed it towards you, however when your reached out to grab it his hand shot in the air, “jump for it” he chuckled, you gave him a bitch face, “I am not jumping for my phone” you answered placing your hands on your hips.
You saw that his phone was on the table behind him, quickly, you leapt forward and grabbed it before holding it behind your back. He chuckled, “you don’t know my password, i’m not bothered”, you smirked and typed in his passcode before showing him the unlocked screen, “really? Your birthday? C’mon Jared, be original” you said, he went to reply but the director cut him off.
The director called for everyone to get into their places, you sat on the bed with your back against the headboard, you knew the camera’s wouldn’t be on you, it was just Jared and Jensen’s coverage. The director yelled “action!”, as the guys were doing their dialogue you started to tweet from Jared’s phone silently giggling to yourself, “Just ate some spicy ass Buffalo Wings, never again. My ass is going to hurt for weeks” you looked up and watched the scene for a bit before tweeting again. “Oh god, the smell! it’s everywhere!“ Misha who was trying to focus on the scene caught sight of you giggling, he pulled out his phone and went onto Jared’s twitter, his face immediately went red from trying to hold in the laughter, you started typing again, “SHOULD IT BURN THIS MUCH?!” you hit send, Misha looked back down towards his phone and closed his eyes and took in a deep breath as if trying to compose himself, you started typing again “I just burnt a hole through my underwear… shit… quite literally” that was the last straw for Misha, he immediately burst out laughing shortly followed by you, doubling over you were face down on the bed with tears streaming down your face, “what’re you guys laughing at?” Jared asked, “ch-check your twitter” Misha wheezed out, he furrowed his eyebrows and unlocked your phone, his eyes widened, Jensen took your phone from his hand, he started reading the numerous tweets out loud whilst simultaneously laughing, hard. Soon enough everyone in the room was howling of laughter.
You sat up, still laughing hysterically, wiping away the tears that were cascading happily down your face you took a deep breath, trying to calm down, “y/n, you little shit” Jared laughed causing you to start laughing again, grabbing his phone from your hand, he deleted the tweets and pocketed his phone. “Hey, you started it, I finished it” you giggled, “can I have my phone back now?” You asked, he shook his head before throwing it towards you, you caught it and tucked it in your pocket.
“Okay everyone, take a ten minute break to cool off, god knows we need it” the director laughed, you stood up and walked towards the boys, “where did you come up with those tweets?” Jensen asked, you shrugged your shoulders, “honestly I have no idea” you laughed, whilst Misha and Jensen were talking Jared swung an arm over your shoulders, “you feeling better?” He asked, you nodded your head, “yeah, still feel a bit bummed about earlier but better nonetheless” you smiled, he squeezed you, “good” he replied, “I’m still gonna get you back from tweeting on my phone, you know that right?” He asked, you rolled your eyes and chuckled “yeah, even though what I did was completely fair” you said, he sighed “yeah yeah, whatever you say” he said playfully.
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Haunting Me: Y/N is a normal young adult living in New York, but little does she know that she’s a reincarnation of the long lost Bucky Barnes’ fiance from the 1940′s. What happens when she runs into Steve in 2012? Most importantly, what happens when she runs into The Winter Soldier?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x POC Reader
Warnings: Mentions of racism. Flashbacks. Angst.
the little occurrence at the motel twenty four hours ago, you’ve been held in
the Stark tower and interrogated by Alexander Pierce himself. He was convinced
that you were working with Bucky and conspiring with him on multiple terrorist
attacks, which was highly untrue. You had a perfectly clean record; you hadn’t
even missed a single day of school until now, so the thought of you having
anything to do with The Winter Soldier and Hydra was complete bullshit
according to Nick Fury.
was there the entire time as well, countering every little accusation that
Pierce threw at you with hard facts. Every attack that had happened in the last
few months happened while you were seeing by numerous people on the other side
of the city. Hell, even your professor confirmed your whereabouts on those
dates, but that didn’t stop Pierce from threatening you.
think we’re forgetting that she was kidnapped,” Fury spoke as he crossed his
arms. “And held hostage for an entire day and a half. There were multiple
witnesses that saw him not only chasing her, but abducting her as well.”
is why I believe she knows something,” Pierce countered, peering over at you
with a frustrated scowl. “Why on earth would Hydra’s top assassin go absolutely
haywire and kidnap this random woman? Why her? What made him act that way?”
rolled your eyes and took another sip of your coffee. You were beyond exhausted
and wanted nothing more than to crawl into your bed and sleep forever. You
hoped and prayed that Bucky would magically appear in your apartment, but you
knew the chances were slim to none.
I leave now?” you asked, your eyes staring at the metal table below you.
Pierce spoke briefly, before standing from the chair. Without another word, he
left the room, slamming the door shut behind him.
kid,” Fury sighed as he sat in the empty chair across from you. He rubbed his
temples with his fingertips. “Did the guy mention anything to you? Where he was
going or anything like that?”
shook your head, feeling the familiar burn of tears threating to form in your
eyes. “No,” you answered, swallowing the lump in your throat. He didn’t mention
anything. You both were pretty preoccupied before Steve popped up, but you
completely left those intimate parts out. You didn’t exactly fancy talking
about your sexual escapades with random people.
he nodded, giving you a tight smile as he stood from the chair. “We’re gonna
have you fill out some paperwork and you’ll be on your way. I’ll send Rogers in
here; he’s dying to talk to you.”
nodded, giving him a small smile. However, on the inside, you were screaming.
You had so many bones to pick with Steve at the moment; you wanted all of your
questions answered immediately.
few minutes after Fury excused himself, the door squeaked open and you heard
the familiar sound of a shield being set down against the floor. The sound of a
chair scraping against the floor filled the room, followed by a deep sigh.
you know?” you asked, avoiding his eyes.
a long, pregnant pause he answered.
long?” you demanded.
entire time,” he admitted, his eyes filled with sadness. You scoffed.
knew me,” you confirmed. “The old me. Jane.”
eyes lit up as soon as he heard the name fell from your lips. He nodded once
again, sniffling softly. You looked over at him, expecting him to be in tears
of sadness, but instead, you found him smiling. You looked down at the manila
folder in his hands curiously, your eyes flickering back to him.
that?” you asked warily.
placed the folder down on the table and gently slid it towards you.
your life, Y/N.” He replied. You inhaled deeply as you opened the folder.
there was a giant older photo of you, smiling brightly. It looked as though it
was taken in one of those old school photo booths from the Coney Island
carnivals. Your hair was curled in the typical 1940’s fashion, your lips dark
with the red lipstick you always wore. Your dress was a deep red with little
white polka dots. Beside you was Bucky. He grinned that same dorky grin from your
memory as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and leaned his head against
yours. He looked so happy and full of life.
happened to me?” you asked, feeling the tears run down your cheeks.
1943, you were diagnosed with lung cancer from second hand smoke. You died six
months later.” Steve replied, blinking away his own tears that threatened to
next photo was one of the three of you. Steve was in the middle, with you and
Bucky on either sides of him, holding up what looked to be a birthday cake. You
let out a small laugh at the sight of tiny, pre-serum Steve with a party hat
perched on his head. The three of you looked as though you were laughing
hysterically, enjoying each other’s company.
flipped over to the third photo, which was a black and white picture. It was
taken at the beach this time. Only, instead of Bucky or Steve, your arm was
wrapped around a very beautiful and much younger brunette and vice versa. She
was holding a lollipop in her hand, her head resting on your shoulder as she
grinned. You squinted as you took in her features. She was familiar, but not
enough to ring any bells.
is this?” you asked, picking the photo up.
Rebecca Barnes, Bucky’s younger sister.” Steve answered, smiling sheepishly.
“That was taken on the day you both met for the first time. Bucky took the
felt your head ache once again, and this time, you didn’t fight it.
“Okay, dolls,” Bucky laughed as he
peered into the camera and aimed it at the two of you. “Make sure you actually
look this time, this film is expensive as hell.”
Usually, people didn’t lean in too
close to you. They usually awkwardly stood beside as if they were forced by
some invisible threat. No one liked taking pictures with colored people, and
that instantly sent a wave of anxiety through you. But to your surprise,
Rebecca scooted as close to you as possible and flung her arm over your
shoulders. She rested her head on your shoulder and grinned.
You swore you felt your heart nearly
fly out of your chest. Nevertheless, you found yourself smiling like an idiot
at the camera.
“Okay you two,” he exclaimed. “On
You both stood as still as possible as
he pressed the button, causing the giant flash to temporarily blind you both.
You giggled as you rubbed your eyes, trying to rid your sight of the little
dark spots that swarmed your vision.
But just as you set your hands down,
you felt Rebecca lean in close to your ear and cup her hands around her mouth,
her eyes flickering over to Bucky as he fiddled with the camera.
so glad I met you, Jane!” she whispered with a smile. “I’ve always wanted a
Steve repeated, this time his voice was a bit louder. You blinked, shaking your
remember!” you breathed, peering back up at a highly concerned Steve as he
stared back at you in confusion. “She told me a secret that day.”
know,” Steve chuckled as he took the photo from your hand and stared down at
it. “You wouldn’t stop talking about it for days. It took you an entire week
for you to finally shut up.”
both let out a laugh, a genuine laugh that held no type of ill feelings or
found out a whole lot about yourself the past two years.
name was Jane Collins; you lived with your younger sister, June. You grew up in
New York City with your family. You wanted to become an actress like your idol,
Judy Garland. You absolutely loved polka dot dresses and worked at an ice cream
shop named Lucy’s, where you met Bucky in 1939.
of all the things you couldn’t stand, you absolutely hated cigarettes. The mere
smell of them made you automatically nauseous, which was so ironic, seeing as
you ended up addicted to them in this life.
as you began regaining memories, you began to wonder if Y/N Y/L/N was even a
real person anymore. Should you go by your new name in this life, or should you
be Jane? You were so confused.
life now is a fresh start,” Natasha told you one day as you both met for
lunch. The sun shined down on her fiery red hair, giving you a perfect muse to
draw later. “Sometimes it’s best to leave the past in the past.”
words struck you like a cord. She was right. As much as you wanted to be Jane
for Steve, you weren’t that woman anymore. Sure, it would cause comfort for
him, but you were you. You had to live in the moment and be who yourself.
since you found out your true nature, Steve began bringing you around the tower
more often. You quickly formed a friendship with everyone, especially Wanda,
who was intrigued by your story the most. You began to think of the Avengers as
a little second family.
spent your days attending school, trying to focus on your career and your
studies. But no matter what, your thoughts always went back to the same man,
Bucky Barnes. Where was he? Was he safe? You prayed he was.
had tried to set you up with a few men here and there, but you found yourself
denying them each time. It wasn’t out of spite or anything, you just…weren’t
interested. Truth be told, you weren’t interested in anyone else than a certain
brown haired super soldier. You knew it was childish, but you didn’t care
anymore. You wanted to see him again, and if that meant waiting around like a
crazy cat lady, so be it. Steve tried to tell you how unrealistic that was, but
you only responded by raising your fuzzy sock covered foot and giving him a
gentle kick to the face, sending him flying off your couch.
made your way up the final stair case in exhaustion. Your hands were occupied
by your large, freshly dried canvas that you would be turning in for your final
tomorrow. This would be your final project before graduation and you had to
make sure it was perfect, even if that meant staying up until five am like you
did the night before.
you approached your door, fishing your keys out of your coat pocket, you froze.
door was open.
you tended to rush as you left and forgot simple things, but not once had you
forgotten to lock your door –much less forgetting to close it. You gently
pushed the door open, wincing as it squeaked loudly. That was the worst idea
peeked inside your darkened living room. Everything looked exactly the same;
nothing was missing from what you could tell. You took a wary step into the
room, setting your canvas down against the wall and pulling out your small stun
gun that Tony had given you for your birthday this year.
found it extremely odd that someone would break in, only to leave everything
there and not take anything. You made your way into your bedroom, kicking the
door open and peeking inside. Nothing. Not even the light was on. You turned
around and made your way into the second room in your apartment, which was strictly
used for your paintings.
you began to panic. What if someone from school vandalized your paintings? You
had an entire year’s worth of work in there; most of it was going into the
gallery as well. You felt your heart race as you neared the door, which was
slightly ajar. Completely not how you left it. With a deep breath, you opened the door.
you felt your heart drop into your stomach.
the fuck?” you breathed, your eyes filling with tears.
watched as a very normal Bucky Barnes turned around and looked into your eyes. Instead
of the cold, dead ones you came in contact with two years ago, you were faced
with two lively, ocean blue orbs. They were beautiful, even more than you
Y/N,” he spoke, his eyes staring into yours.
You blinked, unable to form any
And I guess by writing this, I officially come out of the shadows. Yes Delilah, I am your 💎, your diamond anon lol. Hi!
Heart on My Sleeve
For several months now, you were hearing Bucky’s incessant musings on the subject of tattoos. They weren’t as common in his era as they are now. Back then, soldiers used them more as identifiers instead of the general population. But now, Bucky couldn’t walk down the street without bumping into someone who had some kind of ink etched on their skin.
And if he was being entirely honest with himself, you were a big reason that inspired his decision. The first time you two slept together was the first time he had seen your tattoo. Moments in between your passionate lovemaking, he’d trace his finger, both flesh and metal, along the ink on your upper thigh, utterly hypnotized by the simple swirl.
“Why a swirl?” He asked.
“It’s stupid,” you sheepishly admitted.
“Come on doll, tell me,” Bucky insisted.
And so, you divulged to Bucky your vulnerability. You explained to him how the tattoo was actually covering an array of overlapping scars from years of cutting yourself. He knew about your longstanding battle with crippling depression. But what he didn’t know was that you used to indulge in self harm.
Right around the time that you started getting better was the time you fell in love with the Harry Potter series. And you had heard in interviews with JK Rowling that she had based the dementors in the third book off her own battle with depression. Malevolent creatures that sucked the happiness out of your very soul could be destroyed with the power of a happy memory. But by no means did that mean it’d be easy. The charm that repelled dementors required great concentration. “I mean, how could it not? Your very soul is being sucked out of you, you’re wishing for death, and you’re supposed to think of something that makes you happy?” you told Bucky. But there was something about that message that resonated deeply with you. That there’s this simplicity in believing that if you were happy once before, why couldn’t that be hope enough that you could be happy again.
“But why the swirl?” Bucky asked. You laughed and explained that it’s believed by Harry Potter fans that each spell has its own hand movement along with its incantation. The swirl was supposedly the hand movement, nothing confirmed but enough to convince you, you explained. “So, there you go!” you laughed. Now whenever your depression threatened to get the best of you, reducing you to the urges to self harm again, you simply traced your finger along the swirl of your tattoo and reminded yourself that there were happy memories in your life worth holding on to, and many more happy memories to come.
“It’s a way of looking toward my future while honoring my painful past. There’s beauty in seeing how far you’ve come. I guess I’ve come to accept that maybe I’m not supposed to forget what happened to me but having strength in not letting it define me. It’s made me who I am today.”
After hearing that story, how could Bucky possibly come up with his own idea for a tattoo? He didn’t want any dime a dozen tattoo after hearing your story. He wanted his tattoo to mean something as well.
Grabbing a beer from the fridge, Bucky sauntered over to the couch and settled in. He took out a legal pad and began scribbling his ideas. The date he met you? The date you both told each other ‘I love you’ for the first time? Your name written in Romanian? After all, he did meet you in Bucharest when Steve finally found him during that mess with the Accords. Maybe the coordinates of Coney Island, the place he and Steve spent so much of their youth at when they were just kids in Brooklyn and before everything in their lives turned so damn complicated? The date he asked you to marry him and you said yes? The date you found out you were pregnant?
Technically they were all great possible ideas, but none of them resonated with him. He loved every single one of those moments with you, and with Steve. But when he heard your choice of word ‘resonate’, it just put all the more pressure on him. He was just about to give up for the afternoon when he heard the faint sound of the door unlocking. Tossing a glance over at the clock in the kitchen, it was just about that time that you’d be arriving home with your daughter after picking her up from preschool. Bucky got up and tossed the beer bottle in the trash just as the door swung completely open.
Greeted by the sight of a wide toothless smile, Bucky lowered to the ground, balancing himself on the balls of his feet and held his arms out.
“Daddy!!!” your daughter cried out, dropping her ladybug backpack on the floor ungraciously before running to Bucky, the sound of yours and his laughter echoing through the house before you closed the door and followed your daughter’s suit.
“Hey princess!” he said with equal enthusiasm, sweeping her up into his arms and planting a great big kiss on her cheek, followed by kissing you on the lips. “How was my girl’s day at school today?”
“Great daddy! I wanna show you something!” She giggled, squirming until Bucky set her back down on the floor.
The tiny tot grabbed Bucky’s metal hand and pulled him toward the coffee table where he had left the legal pad. She fished around for any writing device she get her hands on. Taking pity on her, Bucky grabbed the pen he was using earlier that was only a few feet away from her and placed it in front of her. The two of you sat on the couch as your daughter bent her tiny body over and leaned on the coffee table, writing what you could only imagine. When she was finished, she pulled back and moved to the side so you and Bucky could see what she did. In big handwriting was the name of your daughter perfectly scrawled out on the paper. The “e’s” and the “c’s” weren’t backwards. The “b” wasn’t confused for “d”, “p”, or “q”. There on the paper was name “Rebecca”, written perfectly by your daughter.
“I’m so proud of you babydoll!” Bucky said, picking Rebecca up and placing her on his lap. “You finally wrote your name perfectly. You did this in school today?”
“Yeah,” Rebecca blushed. “Teacher said she was so proud. Said I’ve been working really hard.”
“It shows princess,” Bucky beamed.
And nothing had ever been truer. While only four years old and in preschool, you and Bucky could already tell your Rebecca Winifred Barnes was going to be a perfectionist student. Nothing would be peaceful until she nailed anything she was working on.
That night while you were preparing dinner, you watched as your daughter kept practicing writing her name on any surface she could get her hands on, with Bucky looking on every bit the proud father he was. There’d been a time when he believed that these type of moments would never have been possible for him. That the former deadly Soviet assassin and fist of HYDRA would find freedom, peace, and especially love was a foreign concept to him. And yet there it had been. He was on his knees beside your daughter, a bright and exuberant smile in its purest form on his face. He looked at Rebecca as though she created the stars in the sky herself. A former assassin who was good at masking his emotions around his team could never hide how he really felt when he was around his daughter. When it came to Rebecca, Bucky really did wear his heart on his sleeve.
That following morning, Bucky showed up to your work, his flesh bicep bandaged.
“Babe! What happened? Oh my god are you hurt?” You shrieked, running over to check his arm.
Bucky just laughed and kissed your forehead. “I’m fine doll. I just came back from the tattoo parlor,” he said proudly.
“You finally decided on a tattoo?” you smiled. “That’s great. Though I wish you’d told me. I could’ve gone with you.”
“Yeah, I know. I’m sorry, I guess I was just really excited about it,” Bucky shrugged.
“Well show me,” you encouraged.
Knowing Bucky couldn’t take the bandage off just yet, he took his phone out and scrolled through his pictures until he found what he’d been looking for. He turned the camera over to your possession and you marveled at your husband’s new tattoo, tears brimming in your eyes. Written on the inside of his bicep was your daughter’s name, Rebecca. In her own handwriting, permanently etched into Bucky’s arm.
“Now my heart is literally on my sleeve,” Bucky gushed.
“You know she’s just going to love this!” You agreed. “I’m curious though. What inspired this?”
Bucky smiled and reverently kissed your lips. “There’s beauty in seeing how far you’ve come. I guess I’ve come to accept that maybe I’m not supposed to forget what happened to me but having strength in not letting it define me. It’s made me who I am today,” he replied, echoing your words from all those years ago from the first time you two had slept together.
“Bucky I said that a long time ago. It’s been years. And you remembered?”
“You were the reason I did this in the first place,” Bucky said, as though it were the easiest thing in the world to understand. “Of course I’d remember.”
“I love you James Buchanan Barnes.”
“I love you too Y/N Barnes.”
A/N: If you see a strikethrough in your URL, it’s because I couldn’t tag you. I tried and for some reason it wouldn’t let me. Please don’t think I didn’t want to tag you, and if there’s anyone I forgot to tag, please let me know so I can fix it right away.
Not that anyone cares, but Y/N’s tattoo is actually based on my own, so that’s why I went into such depth in detail. And that was actually me holding back. Lol.
Also, really quick, please don’t take this mean that I’m bashing or judging anyone who has a tattoo that doesn’t have some “deep resonating significance”. I realize not everyone has tattoos like that, and I completely respect anyone’s right to choose the type of tattoo they want. The choice of tattoo/tattoo backstory was just based on my own experience because it was easier for me to write it that way. That’s it.
one of these tiny au things for jeon wonwoo (ma man ma main man) please!!!!! THANK U so much i <3 your blog im
book club!au with wonwoo
he always shows up in the most comfy oversized cardigan and glasses slipping down his nose and tired, black circles under his eyes which you think are really r e a l l y adorable
doesn’t really comment that much during discussions, just listens to what others says and nods
got asked out by like every member at least once and he’s used the same excuse which is “im sorry, but my friend mingyu asked me to tutor him that day-”
fell asleep during one meeting so you carefully poked his side with your pencil so he’d wake up and not get called out
was staring at someone while they were talking and the person was like ‘i-uh-um-uh wonwoo are you mad at me????” and he perked up like huh what no why
and the person was like,,,,,,,,,sorry it just felt like you were burrowing a hole through me with that look on your face
wonwoo getting embarrassed: sorry,,,,,it’s my default,,,,
you’re reading one of your favorite books in the club and apparently it’s just come out as a film and everyone is super excited to go and see it
but when you all do, you end up hating it and the only other person who agrees with you on how shitty the producer did is,,,,,wonwoo
and you’re like “i don’t get how he ruined,,,,,,such an amazing piece of literature” and wonwoo adjusts his glasses and shrugs and is like “all movies,,,,,don’t really ever do justice to the book do they?” and you’re like RiGht,,,,,,,it’s just you can’t get 500 pages into two hours
and you and wonwoo both admit that harry potter flopped in comparison to the books
and somehow you get to chatting more and you leave the group at the movie theater to find a cafe and wonwoo is showing you his reading list on his phone and you’re telling him about a new author you’ve just discovered
and he moves his seat so you’re basically shoulder to shoulder, huddled close with your cold cups of coffee
and ,,,,, to everyone you look like a couple ,,,,, you guys just don’t notice it hehe
but when you look up and see wonwoo’s eyes through his frames, you turn a bit pink and stutter over what you’re saying and he fiddles with his fingers because your eyes met,,,,
and when you both decide to go wonwoo shyly asks if you’d like to give him your number,,,,,,to talk about books you know,,,,,,,and you gladly give it
and you’re both smiling to yourselves as you walk in opposite directions,,,,,,,,
the bookclub demands to know how your first date went the next meeting and you and wonwoo both melt at the word date LOL
Request #1: Can
you do a one were they hate each other with a passion, Rick sends them on a run
together but they just keep arguing and smut happens (angry sex)
Request #2: Can
you do one when Reader meets everyone in the prison and everyone sees right
away how many things in common she has with Daryl but they both deny it and are
arguing all the time or ignoring each other (whatever you prefer) until one day
smut happens and they admit their feelings for each other?
Summary: Season 3
Prison Era. Daryl and the reader don’t get along and haven’t since she joined
the group. Daryl thinks she wants Rick and he has a crush on her. Little does
he know she feels the same way about him, she just doesn’t want to let him push
her around. After yet another epic throw down fight, Rick has had enough and
sends you two out on a run alone to figure your shit out. On the run Daryl finally decides to show you how he feels and angry, lovey-dovey smut occurs.
AN: I was in a lot of different places while writing this one, but I think it turned out well. Let me know if you like it! :)
Damnit! There he was
again! You complained to yourself in your head as your eyes met the dirty
redneck that thought he could just take and do what he wanted.
You huffed, wincing your eyes as he walked toward you down
the long corridor or the cell block, you of course just had to be walking the
opposite direction, so your paths were forced to meet.
His eyes hardened when you narrowed your eyes at him and his
jaw clenched, as he continued to walk your way, not giving an inch or a moment
You both walked toward each other dominantly until your
bodies finally met, both of you standing slightly more toward the center than
was needed to pass by each other. Your shoulders met with impact and you both
cocked your heads over toward each other, with angry eyes.
The moment was filled with tension, but you would not allow
yourself to back down, he had been pushing your buttons since the minute you
joined this group. He always was blocking your path, wherever in this place you
seemed to be, dominantly swooping around you, like he owned everything. You had
always pushed back, showing him you were the only boss of yourself, no one
You peered into his eyes, yours hard as nails, as you
pivoted your right foot around and planted it firmly to the side, squaring your
shoulder and your body into his.
He growls a little in the back of his throat, pivots his
right foot and squares your body back in retaliation. He eyes squinted and he
looked you up and down, “Better watch where you’re goin, Y/N.” He growled lowly
and pushed his body into yours.
You shoved your shoulder into his in return and glared up at
him, “You better watch who you’re bumpin into, Dixon.” You growled defiantly
and forced your body to stay in its defensive position as you glared him down.
You both stood there for what seemed like an eternity,
neither one of you budging, until you heard Rick’s voice echoing across the
drab concrete walls.
“Not this, again…” Rick said loudly to himself, shaking his
head and putting his hands on his hip.
Warnings: mentions of abuse and a semi fluffy Jerome ❤️
A/N: absolutely loved this request and enjoyed writing this! Sorry I’m so fucking late. So I hope you enjoy this! Oh yeah, AND PEEP MY JUSTICE LEAGUE REFERENCE ITS LIT. I SAW THE TRAILER AND WAS LIKE CAN EVERYONE FUCK ME
You and Jerome had an interesting relationship to say the least and saying that you loved him seemed like an oversimplification. You were the prime example for innocence. Your eyes were so warm and welcoming, you couldn’t hurt a fly. Living to love was your outlook on the world even though its such a terrible world the human race lives in. A normal human would potentially look at you sideways when you tell them that you’re in a relationship with Gotham’s most terrifying criminals, but you didn’t care. He wasn’t always the psycho murder when you both met, or at least you liked to believe so.
You two met a while ago and he was different. Its not necessarily a bad thing because you love him through everything, but you could definitely say that you saw him shift into the person he is today.
You ran as far as you possibly could away from the place you called home. Your father came home the definition of drunk, he had been doing this a lot recently because he got laid off from his job and the pay was cut. So, he thought drinking would help him take his mind off of things. You father turned into a completely different man when he had a few drinks in his system. He turned into a monster and you got to see it first hand.
There was only one place where you always went to clear your mind and it was a quite and secluded spot behind the carnival. You sat in the same spot everyday with a thousand thoughts running through your mind until a kind voice startled you.
“Are you lost?” You turned around to see a very attractive ginger that looked around your age. His demeanor seemed like he was going to do no harm, it even seemed, sad.
Your thoughts were quickly stopped when you felt a cold hand run up your leg and slowly make its way to the small of your back. Your head was rested on your boyfriend’s chest listening to his heartbeat that had a steady rhythm.
“J?” You looked up at him and saw that his eyes had been closed but he was awake because you felt him tracing small patterns on your back. “Do you remember out first kiss?” You asked with a small smile on your lips. “I was so nervous and-”
“And you wouldn’t stop running that precious little mouth of yours? Yeah, I remember.” Jerome chuckled as he remembered the look on your face when he kissed you for the first time. You were nervous so you wouldn’t stop talking and he politely said shut up with a kiss. There was a small moment of silence until you broke it.
“Why do you put up with me?” You asked in a small voice. He knew what you were asking, ‘why did he care for you?’ So many thoughts ran through his mind. So many things he wanted to say but he just couldn’t find it within him to say. You’ve been with him before he lost his mind and even now with his face not being as perfect as it was before. You could say he cares about you because you care about him.
“What are you the GCPD tonight?” He said and you playfully rolled your eyes. “I uh, I guess you’re pretty okay at not ditching me, even after I die. And you look pretty hot when you wear my shirts.” He shrugged and you smiled widely then giggled. Jerome looked at you weird.
“I love you too, Jerome.” You smiled and kissed his bare chest.
Request: hi! can you please do a boyfriend!jackson au? thank you so much! (:
Thank you for requesting an au, I had fun writing this one bc Jackson is so !!cute!! and I love writing like this omg it’s so fun and I don’t have to be as serious with it.
I have maybe two more requests after this one, but I don’t know when I’ll get around to writing them because I still have a project or two, a book report, and a singing thing for extra credit in english AH
again thank u to whoever sent me this au suggestion its cU te bc jackSIN
he first saw you at hollys coffee
you were sitting alone at one of the window tables and he thought you looked lonely and sad
so he came to you like
HEY swETIE u look kinda lonely (he does an internal haha) mind if i sit with u???
you were like?? okay sure buddy whatever
immediately, and i mean immediately did you two become friends
BEST FRIENDS AT THAT (jackson is just such a sweet man how can you not love him)
you two were so noisy in the coffee shop when you first met that you two got kicked out
its not your fault jackson made you laugh so hard?? so hard that u nearly hit your face on the tabL E
okay fast forward one year
jackson is completely wrapped around your finger (he has been ever since he first met you but he doesnt need u to know that)
he won’t ever leave your side because he feels lonely when he’s not stuck to your side
he teases you about your height OFTEN how rude
he ruffles your hair and makes smooching sounds so that you don’t get huffy with him though
and when you do get huffy and upset with him, he holds you as tight as he can and tells you that your height is perfectly fine, you are perfect the way you are and he tells you with so so much sincerity
this is still when you’re friends mind you
you both hang out a lot outside because you like the fresh air and jackson likes to give you warm clothes even if you’re already wearing three layers
you accept his jacket anyways because they always felt more comfier than your own
and when you two did chill inside
you usually had your legs thrown across his lap
scrolling through your social media feed as jackson watched something on the tv
sometimes he would drum his fingers against your knee
or randomly hug you and snuggle you because he loves u and ur his lil bun you deserve all the cuddles in the world
he realizes he has feelings for you when you two are hanging out at your home
you had no make up on and you were wearing shorts and a slightly bigger than your size tshirt
you were snug against his side as you two watched a romcom, his arm casually slung behind you on the couch
there was one part in the movie that seemed to be really funny to you and he witnessed the way you laughed so hard that it was completely silent
your eyes were crinkled up and your hand was barely covering your mouth (which was wide open)
when the scene got even funnier that same hand that was covering your mouth slapped his chest and he looked at you with wide eyes and thought ?? what the fuck they’re so cute i love them
fast forward to like .. three days later
jackson confesses to you, holds your hands tightly even though hes sweating like CRaz y and keeps his gaze on yours as his mouth forms each and every word with such eloquence that your breath catches in your throat
of course you accept his confession because wtf you like him too
so now you two are dating
and jackson has gone from aw ill squeeze u and pinch your cheek affectionate to iM GOING TO SMOTHER YOU WITH MY HUGS affectionate
he is almost always seen stuck to your side by your friends and his friends
if jackson was a glue he’d either be gorilla glue or loctite super glue.
he just won’t leave u alone when you two are together
it can be a bit too much sometimes if youre feeling cranky, but really, jackson is super sweet and his hugs are the best
he gives u so many kisses !! 2 many to count but u love it so who cares!!
when he kisses you he frames your face in his hands or he tilts your chin in his direction so he can lightly kiss your lips
jackson absolutely loves giving you kisses on the top of your head and he loves holding your hand or your wrist
theres always some part of him touching you
once you two got together you both stayed in more, but still went outside, just not as much as you two used to
the only reason why you didn’t go out that much anymore is because you two would be too busy staring or giggling at the other
and a lot of people sometimes gave you annoyed looks because you too were really affectionate in public
like one day it was very cold, it was even cold inside the coffee shop you two met in and you both were waiting in a very long line
you didn’t wear enough thick layers and jackson scolded you bc “you naughty girl, you’re going to catch a cold if you don’t start wearing warmer clothes ): “
and with his hands shoved in his pockets, he opens his trench coat to invite you into his very very warm embrace
COUGHS this one (creds 2 the owner thank u for this picture)
he hooks his chin on the top of your head with a grin and you can’t help but blush once he wraps his arms around your waist with his coat closing in around the both of you
he lOVES IT when u rest your head in his lap becaus e youre so pretty and he loves you and he wants to run his fingers through your hair all the time just to see you flutter your eyes closed and fall asleep with his fingers tangled in the strands
jackson is so fond of you and he thinks you are a wonderful person, inside and out, he never lets you forget that because he wants to be sure that you absolutely know and understand that you are his sweetheart and he thinks you’re suPER #1 on the planet
he tugs at your hand a lot when he wants you to see something he found cool
you also pull at the hem of his shirt when you want his attention and he FINDS IT SO ADORABLE YOU’RE SO CUTE
he lives for your compliments
ur laugh gives him life
your kisses healed a boo boo he got on his finger once (he swears it was because of the kisses not the ointment)
he gets shy when u touch his chest or bury your face in the crook of his neck aw bean
he screams each time he sees you
all in all jackson is a super sweet man who will treat u right and give u the love you deserve
◦ a/n: This is the result of my post-concert depression and there will probably be more of these before I go back to my requests because I’m in too much pain to think about anything or anyone else at the moment. (!teeny tiny bit of angst at the end!)
He lit up when you walked out of the bathroom, flashing you the cheekiest smile. His pink lips pressed together and turned upwards, his eyes heavy as he fought the sleep that blanketed itself around him comfortably. You couldn’t help but smile at his reaction to you. His eyebrows rose with excitement as you shook your damp hair out, raking through it with your fingers before walking towards the edge of the bed where he sat now.
“The show was amazing tonight.” You said it quietly, as though he were already drifting off and you had to whisper so as to not wake him up.
“I liked the rainbow ocean,” Tae spoke gently, thinking fondly back to the night’s concert. He was bright again; sleep could hardly touch him. “Our Rainbow ARMYs do so much for us,” he smiled to himself. The show was indeed flawless, but then again, everything he ever did was flawless in your eyes. He blinked slowly, his eyes dragging with fatigue. You wanted so badly to just wrap him in a blanket and rock him to bed. It wouldn’t take much. You had been jumping and screaming throughout the night and you were ready to fall asleep standing up. Then, there was Tae. He had been the one doing the actual performing and singing and he was steadily fighting off sleep like a champion.
“Come,” Taehyung patted his thighs with another drowsy smile, leaning back against the headboard. The loose black t-shirt that fell around his body bore too much of his neck and chest for you too resist. You smiled and gently climbed on top of him, straddling him. You rested your arms on his shoulders, idly fingering the hem of his neckline. He looked at you for a while, simply staring in silence as he took in your features. Your skin was fresh, your hair falling around your face neatly, water still dripping from your strands. You smelled like grapefruit, which always made him scrunch up his nose, adjusting to the tart scent. He looked cute when he did that.
Tae slipped his hands beneath your shirt, his hands cold against your freshly showered, warm skin. You inhaled sharply at the contact, your fingers instinctively scratching at his shoulders. “Tae…” you breathed. Your stomach tightened at the thought of where this was going.
“Please?” He said, leaning forward. His grey knit beanie brushed against your neck softly as he lifted his hands, letting the air brush across your skin as he ran his tongue up your cleavage. Your head fell back weakly.
Justin Foley. Star basketball player, pretty smart, and a ladies man. He made his rounds with the girls at Liberty High. That was, until he met you. Everything changed about two months into him dating you. It wasn’t all about your physical relationship with him. Or even the emotional relationship. There was something beautiful about the perfect balance of those. Neither of you had felt it in your previous relationships. This was so different.
It had been an hour since Justin had dropped you off after a dinner date at a local Mexican food restaurant. You had a warm feeling enveloping your entire being. It was a feeling you got every time you’d spend time with Justin. He’d drop you off and you’d change into pajamas and be doing chores or something, but you wouldn’t be able to wipe the smile off of your face. Spending time with him meant the world. You were cuddled up on your bed, watching a random episode of Friends on your laptop when your phone started to buzz. It wasn’t a call, but you could tell you had been texted at least three times. You looked at your phone. It was Justin.
Hey. Need to see you.
Mom won’t tell the POS to fuck off, I can’t be here anymore.
I’m in your yard, can I climb up?
You locked your phone and crawled off your bed and over to your bedroom window. You unlocked your window and slid it up. Justin lunged at you, kissing you softly and slowly. He did this when he wanted to calm you down or when he needed to calm himself down.
“Seth again?” You whispered, moving aside so we could crawl in through the window.
“Who else? He’s the only one who ever comes back more than once or twice.” He shut your window. You took his hand and lead him to the bed. You set your laptop on the floor and turned the blankets down so you could both crawl into bed. Your parents’ room was downstairs, so you two usually didn’t fret much about getting caught. In fact, Justin usually spent the night two or three times a week. He would leave at five in the morning. No one had ever caught you guys. So this was now a casual, common occurrence.
“I dunno, I kinda like when we comes around. Gives me more time with you.” You said, a hint of joking in your tone of voice. You nestled into him, kissing his jawline mindlessly.
“You’re the only reason I find this even remotely appealing.” He ran his hand up and down you arm soothingly.
“Just once I’d actually like to see my mom choose me over something.” He mumbled into your hair.
“Justin, I really do think she cares-” he didn’t let you finish. He was quick to cut you off because he knew where it was going.
“I have to face it, Y/N. If it’s not Seth, it’s another guy, and if it’s not another guy, it’s drugs, and if it isn’t drugs it’s literally anything in this world besides me.” He was speaking in a hushed tone, as the sound of footsteps downstairs filled the otherwise silent night. He was hurting though, you knew it.
“Move in.” You mumbled. Justin tensed up. It was obvious he didn’t expect this. You didn’t know how he’d react, however you couldn’t help but say it.
“Yes, because your parents will allow their minor daughter to have a live in boyfriend. I love you, but that’s.. no.” He pulled you closer. You pulled away, sitting up in the bed. You turned on your bedside lamp.
“I’m serious, Justin. We have a spare room, and it’s downstairs not up here. My parents love you. If they knew what you were going through at home…” That was when Justin sat up, his eyebrows seemed to be furrowed in annoyance.
“You cannot throw me a pity party just to make your parents more lenient.” He pushed your hair out of your face.
“It’s not like that. They care about you.” You just look at Justin. He laughed a little, bringing you onto his lap.
“Not enough to let their little girl shack up with a boy in high school, I’d bet.” You crossed your arms over your chest.
“You’re looking at this all weird. Let me do the talking. I can make this happen, if you want it to, that is.” You looked him in the eyes.
“I’ll always take care of you if you let me.” You continued, kissing him. He reciprocated, and in that moment you knew he understood.
“I love you. There will be a point in life where I will be able to take care of you.” He stroked your hair, his chin resting on top of your head.
“Ya know what time I can’t wait for?” You whispered looking at him with your eyes practically smiling.
“What time is that?” Justin didn’t move or say anything else.
“When we’ll be taking care of each other, at the same time.” You looked up and your smile met his. You were both looking forward to that time.
SORRRRY if this was bad. But I do hope it wasn’t and I hope it was enjoyable.