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friendly reminder that I’m comfortable with MINOR godmodding if:

  1. it’s genuinely in the interests of advancing plot (e.g. ‘Pass the screwdriver?’ and you can assume my muse passes the screwdriver over, or even just that your muse ended up with the screwdriver one way or another, without having to stop the reply altogether for my interjection)
  2. it’s NOT my muse’s dialogue, inner or outer
  3. it’s REASONABLE for my muse (e.g. if they’ve already made it quite clear the screwdriver is a sentimentally precious family heirloom or something, then the screwdriver might not reasonably change hands)
  4. the reply isn’t solely about my muse’s actions, thoughts or feelings, but rather is about your muse, with reference to mine
  5. you are willing to accept criticism & critique and change the reply if I can’t reasonably see my muse doing that

roleplaying, for me, is about exploring characters and worlds through story. Interaction with both the muse and the world, then, is vital, and I do not mind sacrificing a small thing from one to significantly advance the other. It’s always a good idea to talk to me if you’re uncertain and it will be easier once we know each other better, but I just wanted to put this out there so you lot know what I’m comfortable with. There’s a lot of ‘no godmodding whatsoever!!’ going around in this community and obviously, with big things, it’s a no-go – but I’m still more interested in the story.

Bad Habit [Billy Russo x Reader]

Characters: Billy Russo x Reader, Karen Page, Frank Castle

Summary: Unexpected encounters happen in unexpected places.

Warning: Explicit language

Word Count: 1662

Please tell me what you think! <3

Gif’s not mine

Originally posted by colleenwing

You chewed on your popcorn, eyes focused on the screen of your laptop as the male character ran after the girl in the rain, then pulled her closer to him and kissed her deeply, making you heave a sigh before your head shot up  upon hearing your name.

“Y/N, are you listening?”

“What?” You asked with a mouth full of popcorn, then swallowed it when your best friend shot you a look.

“Glad to know my work stories aren’t boring.”

“Oh no, I just…” You closed your computer shut and put it beside you, turning to look at her as she ran a hand through her blonde hair.

“Too late.” She said dramatically and you threw a pillow at her.

“Karen!”

“Obviously you’d rather watch two people kiss-“

“I’ve been waiting for that couple to happen since season 1!” You defended yourself, “I zoned out, okay? Did Matt come to talk to you again?”

“I’m pretty sure Matt and his ex are a couple now, so no.” She shrugged, “I’m telling you, we weren’t meant to be.”

“But I liked you with him.”

“Not again.” She warned me, “And no. I ran into Foggy other day though.”

“Oh, how is he?”

“He was actually on a date. With Macy.”

You made a face, “What’s wrong with men in Hell’s Kitchen and their taste in women?”

“She helped us a lot, she’s actually a nice person.”

“No one could be that pretty and nice, except for you.” You stated and she shot you a look.

“You’re nice.”

“My point still stands.” You shrugged, “So? What were you saying?”

“I’m supposed to write a piece on Billy Russo.” Karen stated “Ellison thinks it’ll be good for paper.”

“Who’s Billy Russo again?”

“He’s-uh…” Karen reached out to get some popcorn from the bowl, “He used to be in the army and now he runs a successful company called Anvil. He worked with Frank.”

“As in The Punisher?”

Karen nodded, “Anyway, Ellison thinks it might be good for his business and our business.”

“So you have to interview a rich prick?”

Karen shrugged, “He was Frank’s friend. How bad could he be?”


Neither you nor Karen had to wait so long to get an answer to that question. While you were cleaning the tables your phone was buzzing angrily in your pocket with Karen’s numerous messages about how Billy Russo brushed her off after making her wait for an hour, telling her he was busy. Thankfully, it was not a busy day in the coffee shop so you had plenty of time to text her back, trying to calm her down.

“Y/N? Can we switch?” Your coworker Liz asked you and you turned to her.

“Sure, what’s up? Asshole customer?”

“I have a date waiting for me in my break.” She motioned at her face, “Can’t mess up my makeup before that, and playing around with steam is a dangerous zone.”

You wiggled your brows, “Is he cute?”

Liz tried to repress a smile, “He has his moments.” She said and you handed her the tray which you used to pick up empty coffee cups from the tables.

“There you go. I can mess up my makeup as much as I want, hashtag single life.” You joked and she made a face,

“Your Prince Charming will come as soon as you stop with those jokes.”

“So never?” You said and walked to the counter as the tiny wind bell made a soft sound from the door and you pulled your hair up into a ponytail, then filled the foam cup for the customer in line and put it in front of her.

“There you go, have a nice day!”

The girl grabbed the foam cup from the counter

“You can keep the receipt.” She said and walked away as you rolled your eyes,

“Great, I’ll add it in my collection, how fucking generous of you..” You mumbled, scrunching up the receipt in your hand and threw it to the bin before hearing someone clear their throat.

“Welcome to Julie’s-” You raised your head and as soon as you did, you stopped talking. The guy standing in front of you looked like some sort of a model, jet black hair carefully styled, a mischievous light shining in his dark eyes. His suit was half covered by the long coat he was wearing, but you were sure that it was more expensive than everything in the café at the moment. His lips pulled into a small smile that allowed you to see his white teeth before he licked his lips, such a small gesture but it somehow made your heart beat faster, before you realized you were blatantly staring and shook your head slightly, your cheeks getting crimson red as you cleared your throat.

“How- how can I help you?” You stammered and he leaned towards the counter.

“Coffee, black. And I’ll take the receipt.”

You shut your eyes for a second, biting your lip hard enough to hurt and wondering if it was too late to ask God to send a sniper in your way so that you could stop dying of embarassment.  

“Sorry about that.” You mumbled and he shrugged,

“Hey, no problem. Wouldn’t want to be accused of being generous.”

“Ehm- That’ll be 4,5.” You gulped averting your eyes and went to prepare his coffee while he followed you with his eyes, making you clumsier than you naturally were and when you placed his cup on the counter, he placed a hundred on the counter. You pulled open the cash register but he waved his hand dismissively.

“Keep the change.”

You gawked at him, “You’re leaving me a hundred dollar tip?”

“Well, it’s less than a hundred.”

“People don’t drop 95,5 dollar tips.”

“What can I say? I really like good customer service.”

You felt the burning spreading from your cheeks to your chest as you blinked dumbly.

“Thanks.” You muttered, as he kept his eyes on you, making you gulp loudly, “Um- your- your coffee will get cold.”

“I know.”

“So why-why aren’t you-?”

“I’m waiting for my receipt.” He stated and you took in a deep breath, ripped the receipt from the register and placed it in front of him.

“Thanks.” He took out a pen from the inner pocket of his coat, turned the receipt over and scribbled something before pushing it slightly to your direction with a smirk.

His number.

You couldn’t help but to smile “I can assure you, the coffee isn’t that good.” You mumbled while you held the receipt as if it would disappear anytime and he sipped his coffee, leaning against the counter again silently.

“So what name will I save the number under?”

“Billy.”

You bit on your lip, feeling as giggly as a highschooler with a crush,

“You’re not gonna give me a surname so that I can stalk you on the internet and make sure you’re not a serial killer?”

That seemed to make him chuckle, “Honest, aren’t you?”

“That and mediocre coffee are the only things I can offer.” You tried to joke, “So? Billy what?”

“Billy Russo.”

You could almost feel your eyes getting bigger as you snapped out of the temporary bliss and gawked at him.

“Oh no.”

He raised his brows, “You have already checked if I’m a serial killer then?”

“No I-“ You took a deep breath “I was supposed to spit in your coffee or something.”

“You know, I’m beginning to think customer service is not really your forte, have you considered a career change?”

You shook your head slightly, “It’s just- my um- my best friend has been cursing your whole existence since the morning.”

He shot you a quizzical look and you heaved a sigh.

“Karen Page.”

“The journalist?”

You nodded “She says you stood her up, at your company- Advil?”

“Anvil, and it wasn’t intentional, a meeting came up.”

“So you stood her up in a professional way?”

He shrugged, as if it wasn’t a big deal and you licked your lips.

“You might want to take your phone number back.” You placed the receipt on the counter, already regretting it, but he made no attempt to take it back, instead he just sipped his coffee.

“You’re that loyal to your best friend?”

“That, and I don’t get along well with filthy rich people.”

“Yeah? How come?”

“As a principle.”

He nodded, deep in thought.

“I also don’t get along well with rich people, so we have something in common already.”

You tried to repress the smile pulling at your lips.

“You don’t get along well with your social circle?”

“You don’t even know if I’m filthy rich.” He mimicked you and you snorted.

“Uh huh- How much is your coat again?”

“That’s not very appropriate; you don’t see me asking you how much that hideous apron is.”

“It’s free, came with the job.” You stated, making him smile and he licked his lips.

“Tell you what.” He said looking you in the eye and you felt like you were going to melt from the intensity of his gaze, “Your friend will get her interview, if you call me back.”

You gawked at him, “Wh-what?”

“I’m free tomorrow between 2 and 3, she will have a whole hour.”

“No excuses?”

“No excuses.” He nodded “In fact, why don’t you join us? You and I can go grab a bite after she’s done.”

You gawked at him and he took one last sip as another customer walked inside.

“See you tomorrow, Y/N.” He said silkily and threw his empty foam cup to the bin, then walked out of the café. You pulled yourself together after staring at the closed door for a couple of seconds, prepared the new customer’s order, then grabbed your phone from your pocket and found Karen’s number.

“Hey,” You said as soon as she answered. “We need to talk.”


Part 2 is here! 

Mind o’ Mine

Harry X Reader: Angst

In which Harry tries to make up for troublesome mind of his.

Request? No

Author’s note: This is part 3 of “Mess o’ Mine”. Read the first two parts if you haven’t already! Also… idk how I feel about this?? Let me know what you guys think.

Part 1: Mess o’ Mine // Part 2: Mouth o’ Mine


You hadn’t noticed just how close you were to Harry before your little falling out, but now you can feel the fingertips of loneliness clawing at your insides.

Bunch of us are down at the pub if you wanna drop in

You’re relieved when you receive the text, springing up from the couch to get yourself ready. You’ve messaged a lot of friends in the past few weeks and have barely gotten responses. Apparently you’ve neglected to reach out to a lot of them for months. Maybe you’ve been wrapped up with Harry and his new solo career. Whatever the reason, you’re disappointed in yourself.

It’s a half hour later when you’re ready and slipping on a pair of shoes. You lock the door as you leave and tromp down the steps. The pub isn’t too far away, just a fifteen minute walk. It’s a bit chilly out, though, dreary and gray with cloud-cover. Your arms hug your coat close to your frame, head down to protect your face from the air. The pub is in front of you soon and you press through the door.

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“You: What? Im hungry

Dean: You had a stake dinner two hours ago and ate half of mine

You: W-

Castiel: Dean, you do realize she is pregnant right?

You&Dean: What?

Castiel: Yes, she already has your appetite Dean

You: She?

Castiel: Oh yes. She is already strong, loving, caring like you. She is also stubborn, like Dean

Dean: Thats my girl

Sam: Did they find out? Or did you have to tell them?

You: You knew?

Sam: Of course, Cas told me on one of our hunts.

Castiel: I think its time for you to take it easy now. We dont want anything happening to you or the baby

Dean: Damn straight. I dont want anything happening to my girls

You: Fine. Cas, are you going to stay with me and play doctor?

Casiel: I would love to keep you company”

Dean is caught off guard by the pregnancy news and surprised you didnt find out yet or didnt fit the puzzles together. He is happy about being a father but also is scared because he didnt want anything happening to you or baby. Castiel has been wanting to tell you about your pregnancy, so he told Sam. Which Sam told him to wait until you found out so that you could tell Dean and finally him and Cas. Weeks has gone by and nothing. Castiel got tired of waiting and decided to tell the both of you instead, which he is happy he did because the expressions on both of you faces is extremely priceless for him. Sam is happy for his brother and happy he is going to be an uncle. An uncle to a niece and he is getting excited about meeting her. You couldnt believe you are pregnant, you didnt know if you could get pregnant at all and finally. A little life is growing inside you. The pregnancy made you incredibly happy. So happy the father is someone like Dean. So happy your daughter is going to have an uncle like Sam and Castiel. Something you have never had at all. It was only you and your parents growing up until they passed away. A family you have always wanted.

anonymous asked:

Erin, obviously we know how many times lexa said "Clarke". But do you know/have any post about how many times Clarke said lexa or commander?

This is the count as of the end of 4x01….Also, the count for Clarke saying ‘commander’ or ‘heda’ in reference to Lexa not any old ‘commander’. (i think i got them all?)

  1. Lexa, please!
  2. You wanted me to kill Lexa yesterday
  3. One of your people tried to kill you Lexa, not one of mine
  4. You may be heartless Lexa, but at least you’re smart
  5. Lexa, this is going to work
  6. Lexa told them too
  7. Lexa’s orders
  8. I am about to leave for TonDC, where Lexa and all 12…
  9. Lexa respects you
  10. I need you to take me to Lexa
  11. What do you mean no, Lexa?
  12. Lexa, wait. You don’t understand.
  13. People died for this Lexa, it has to work
  14. I might be a hypocrite Lexa, but you’re a liar
  15. From what I hear, she’s worse than Lexa
  16. They want Lexa dead
  17. Lexa, let me go to Arkadia
  18. Lexa and I
  19. …or Lexa and the twelve clans will wipe us out
  20. I have to talk to Lexa
  21. Lexa’s just trying not to wipe us out.
  22. [Clarke opens door *lexa is shot*] Lexa
  23. He was Lexa’s choice. You know that. 
  24. Titus… you made Lexa a promise, remember? 
  25. Lexa’s spirit would never chose to do something like that. 
  26. Lexa had markings on her back for every life she took at her conclave
  27. Don’t! stop! It’s Lexa!
  28. Lexa didn’t even know she was an AI. 
  29. This is the Flame that holds the spirits of the Commanders, of Lexa.
  30. Lexa was special
  31. Lexa?
  32. No! Lexa!…I love you. 
  33. Lexa killed him
  34. Lexa called it Praimfaya
  35. Please, honor Lexa’s Coalition

Why not? times Clarke says “Commander”

  1. Let me talk to the Commander. She was Anya’s second.
  2. I’m going to talk to the Commander
  3. I’m here to talk with your Commander
  4. Commander stop him, please.
  5. That dam withstood a nuclear war, Commander.
  6. God forbid one one your generals becomes Commander
  7. Reincarnation, that’s how you became Commander?
  8. I’m sorry I’m late Commander
  9. As the Commander said, once the door is open…
  10. Your Commander’s made a deal
  11. The Commander’s changing the terms of the summit.
  12. Commander, what is this?
  13. You wanted to see me, Commander?
  14. I don’t want the next Commander I want you.
  15. You killed your Commander
  16. Because I saw it come out of the last Commander.

Times Clarke says “Heda”

  1. Reshop, Heda
  2. Hey, Heda. 
Not So Vanilla

PAIRING: reader x Tony Stark

WORD COUNT: 1.8k

WARNINGS: sex, light bondage, oral (m & F receiving) swearing, slight daddy!dom (the tinniest bit) unprotected sex (use condoms duh) 

Request from Anon- I love you’re tony smut please make another one where there friends with benefits but like fifty shades of grey

SO I’ve never read nor have I scene Fifty Shades of Grey so I’m not sure how accurate this is, but I went along the lines of bondage/ Tony being dom. So hopefully this was ok?

Tagging: @capsbuchanan MILA SO MUCH SIN IS HAPPENING OH GOD! 

GIF NOT MINE

Originally posted by duckbuttt


You never thought you’d be one to partake in a ‘friends with benefits’ relationship with anybody. But you had just gotten out of a long and rather difficult relationship. And if you were honest you missed sex, you missed being intimate with another person without the added stress of maintaining a functioning adult relationship. So when Tony Stark suggested the idea of casual sex you almost laughed in his face at the absurdness of it all. In the end it was Natasha and Wanda that brought you around to the idea.

“I mean why not?” she questioned; you were sat at some small quant bar in New York. You needed a break from the compound and Natasha was quick to suggest a girl’s night out.

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First Impressions

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Reader finds out that she’s pregnant.

Warnings: Mentions of sex, swearing

Word Count: 1228

A/N: This was sitting in my documents for a while, so I thought why not:D I hope you’ll like it <3 

Gif’s not mine

Originally posted by demondetoxmanual


You could feel your heart beating painfully against your chest as you stared at the little stick in your hand, sitting on toilet seat.

“Okay.” You said out loud to the stick “You’re wrong. Or broken .Or both.”

You tossed it to the garbage can with the 5 other sticks and stood up, breathing hard , then pressed your palms to your eyes, wiping your eyes.

“A plan.” You muttered “Yeah. A plan. Don’t freak out. Just make a plan.”

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camping trip - liam dunbar

word count:1.4k

warnings: a curse word

note: gif is not mine


You were sitting in Chemistry when you got the text message from Scott, regarding the camping trip he just thought of. He had sent out the message in a group text, so Liam’s phone went off the same time yours did. The teacher turned around at the sound of cell phones. She noticed both yours and Liam’s heads move to the devices placed on the desks. “Mr. Dunbar. Miss. Y/L/N. Phones off.” She turned around and you both checked the message as soon as you were out of her line of vision.

A smile grew on your face, whereas a grimace grew on Liam’s. You slipped your phone into your backpack just as Liam turned around to face you. “Do I have to go,” He quietly whispered. You nodded your head and his lips slightly turned down in a frown.

“As your best friend, you have to listen to me,” You teased with an amused look etched on your face. “Now turn around and pay attention.”

The rest of the day went by fairly quick, and you were glad because you needed to go home and pack for the camping trip. Scott and Stiles wanted everyone to meet up at Scott’s house as soon as possible so we could leave. Stiles suggested leaving you and Liam to go home and pack while they went and set everything up. but Scott vetoed the suggestion since he wanted us to arrive as a pack and leave as one.

Liam walked out of the school right by your side, the sound of his duffle bag slapping against his leg is the only thing heard between the two of you. You could tell that, by the look on his face, he was thinking about something important. You didn’t want to interrupt his thoughts, so you welcomed the silence by diving into thoughts of your own.

Liam unlocked his car as soon as we were close enough to open the doors and threw both yours and his bags into the backseat. You opened the passenger door and slid into the seat, waiting for Liam to do the same thing on the other side of the car. He was still standing outside, but he was now speaking to someone on the phone. Times like these you wished you possessed the same abilities he had so you could hear his hushed whispers, but then again, you respected his privacy enough to not be noisy.

He finally joined you in the car and apologized for taking so long. “It’s all good,” you began, “Is everything okay?”

He simply nodded, not trusting the words that could out of his mouth. He knows that, no matter what he came up with, you would be able to tell he was lying. It wasn’t like what he was talking about was bad, because it wasn’t. All he was doing was talking to Mason about he felt like this was the weekend he was going to finally admit his feelings for you. To you this time since everyone else already knew.

Things went back to normal on the ride to your house. Liam was still not entirely feeling the whole camping idea, but he was less hesitant now that he had the idea to tell you how he felt. You joked about a bear coming in the middle of the night and taking you away, and Liam almost swerved off the road at the mere mention of you being taken away from him. After that, you agreed to not joke about you being kidnapped by any bears in fear of Liam causing an accident.

“I’ll pick you up in an hour so we can go to Scott’s,” Liam informed as he stuck his head out of his car window to yell at you. You gave him a smile and a thumbs up before entering your house. Your mom was sitting on the couch, watching another season of ‘Shameless’. “Hey mom,” You spoke with a sweet tone.

“What do you want now,” She asked, not looking away from the tv that displayed Frank Gallagher’s bare ass.

“I got invited to go camping with some friends this weekend. I know it’s last minute and all, but can I please go,” You pleaded, jutting your bottom lip out of habit.

She still didn’t look in your direction, she said, “I guess you can go. Make sure to check in with me at least three times a day.”

You hurriedly kissed her cheek and thanked her over and over again before running to your room. You threw your backpack onto your bed and began to run around your room in search of the things you were going to take on the trip. You put all of your clothes in your bag, followed by all of your toiletries, phone charger, and wallet. You threw in an extra pair of tennis shoes just in case. The sound of Liam’s car horn sounded not too soon after you had finished packing and zipped up your bag.

You threw it over your shoulder and walked back into the living room where your mother still sat. “Is that Liam? Is he going on the trip,” She questioned, actually looking at you with a quirked eyebrow.

“Uh, yeah. He is,” You admitted as you avoided her eyes.

“Okay, have fun sweetie,” She waved you off, turning back to the TV. You were halfway out the door when she yelled, “Use protection!”

Your cheeks flamed red as you quickly shut the door, wanting to get away from her as soon as possible. You shamefully walked to Liam’s car since you knew he had heard what your mom had said. His face resembled the same expression as yours. You didn’t bother putting your bag in the back, choosing to hold it in your lap so you had something to hide your face with.

“Ready,” Liam asked as if he hadn’t heard your mom’s embarrassing words.

“Yep.”

You arrived at Scott’s fairly quick and noticed that everyone was already there. You were only taking Stiles’s and Lydia’s cars, so you took your bag inside with you. The other six were all scattered in Scott’s living room as they talked to one another. Stiles was the first person to notice your arrival. Well, technically the others knew due to their abilities, but he saw you first. “The lo-’,” He went to say but was cut off by Malia’s hand clamping over his mouth.

“Hey, guys! Do you all have everything you need,” Scott asked, slightly glaring at Stiles.

“Yeah, I think so. We have food and everything, right?”

“Of course,” Lydia spoke up. “I bought everything we needed, or thought we needed.”

Liam was still standing behind you. He was almost pressed against you, but he didn’t dare move any closer. He heard your rapid heart beat due to his closeness, but he brushed it off as you were just excited to go camping. The others, however, knew better than to think that.

After a few more minutes of talking, Stiles suggested it was time to leave. Originally, the girls were going to go in one car and the boys in the other, but you had to ride with the boys due to your fear of getting too claustrophobic from being squished in the middle. You climbed into the back of Stiles’s jeep along with Liam, who was already getting comfortable.

“No making out while your back there,” Stiles joked, earning a slap on the back of the head from Scott.

“Why would I make out with her?” Liam’s words weren’t intended to hurt you the way they did. Your demeanor changed in just a few seconds. You went from being excited to regretting the fact that you agreed to come. You shied away from Liam, crossing your arms and leaning against the inside of the car.

Liam noticed the change, and he instantly regretted what he said. His tone was harsher than he meant it to be. He went to comfort you, but you moved away from him. The crossing of your arms told him that you didn’t want to talk, and it broke his heart. He wanted to say something to you, but he respected you too much to do that. He left you alone when you wanted to be.

Scott and Stiles exchanged different looks. Stiles looked guilty, while Scott looked disappointed.

“Well, here we go,” Stiles muttered as he started his jeep.

there will be a part 2. this is my first liam imagine, so it probably sucks. let me know if you see any grammar errors please! also, let me know if you want to be tagged in part two!

Forever | 25: The End

Summary: You and Sebastian Stan became best friends years ago, on the set of the first Captain America movie, and you couldn’t be happier that you had found someone just as witty and caring as you - but will feelings wiggle their way in and get in between your friendship and happiness?

Word Count: 3.7k

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warnings: Language - all the floof!!

Notes: POVS switch during this part, which are indicated in bold // flashback is indicated by date; PD means present day; italics indicate personal thoughts // all songs mentioned are by Ed Sheeran: Perfect and Kiss Me

A/N: THE END HAS ARRIVED!! Y’all, I cried when I wrote this, so I hope you all enjoy the end of this wonderful ride we’ve shared together (and please, let me know how much you like it!)

Forever | 24

Originally posted by heartsandwheels

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Ride With Me.

PAIRING: ReaderxBucky! AU 

WORD COUNT: 1.3k

WARNINGS: sweating, alcohol consumption. 

So here it is, my new Biker!Bucky au inspired by this  Let me tell you guys, this is going to be a ride from start to finish! I’ve planned most of this but with work I’m not sure how regularly this will be updated. But I will do my very best because I am very excited about this!  

GIF NOT MINE

Originally posted by littlemisssyreid

Originally posted by imaginedcmarvel

You stood across the road looking at the building before you; you had to admit it was nothing special. But that’s what made it so, the neon sign had seen better days you were sure. You could imagine it in its heyday, all light up for the world to see. Well the underworld most likely, you never did hang with the ‘right crowd’ as your mother called it. Maybe it was her consecutive ways that drove you away and into the darkness. But still, at least you weren’t attending charity events or sitting aimlessly waiting for your husband to come home and fuck a couple of kids into you. That was never your life and it was never going to be.  Taking a quick look up the street you hurried over to the bar, weaving in and out of a few haphazardly parked motorbikes you pushed open the door with confidence.

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Marauders Preference - Disney Songs

A/N: Surprise! Marauders preference based on Disney songs! These are kind of short, but hopefully you still enjoy them!

James:

(If you want to listen while you read: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lSsx0PC5yrk

So this is love (humming)
So this is love
So this is what makes life divine
I’m all aglow, (humming)
And now I know
The key to all heaven is mine

You hummed quietly to the radio as you stirred the pancake batter by hand. Sure, you could do it with magic but the motion was relaxing and on a peaceful Sunday morning, you weren’t in any rush. 

You were, however, trying your best to get the food done by the time James woke up. James loved pancakes, especially the ones with chocolate chips and lots of syrup. Unfortunately for him, being a professional quidditch player meant staying in shape. Therefore, his opportunities for consuming pancakes were limited. He only allowed pancakes after a victory. Fortunately for the both of you, he had led his team to a commanding win the night before. 

“Please tell me you’re making pancakes,” came a sleepy voice from the doorway. 

Turning, you saw a messy haired James walking toward you in nothing but a pair of athletic shorts. 

“Of course I am. You won last night, didn’t you?” you joked. 

“I was on the pitch, wasn’t I?” he quipped back smugly. 

You huffed as you poured the batter onto the steaming skillet and focused your attention on the eggs cooking on the stove. 

James made his way over to you, placing a soft kiss to your exposed shoulder. 

“As much as I love your cooking, I love waking up to you more,” he murmured into your neck, his arms snaking around your waist. 

“Mm, well, what’s stopping us from going back to bed after breakfast?” you asked back, eager to spend a quiet day at home with your fiancé. 

“I like the way your mind works,” he chuckled.

“I like you,” you responded, kissing his cheek as you gently shoved him away. “Now, get off, so I can finish cooking.”

He groaned quietly but did as instructed, stalking off to the other side of the kitchen.

You worked in quiet for a few minutes. James watched you intently, etching the way you moved into his mind. Every one of your features magnified in the soft morning light. 

He was pretty confident that he would never tire of this. Spending the rest of his life with you. He couldn’t understand the couples that complained about each other. The ones that seemed to only be together out of necessity or convenience. You and James’ version of love was nothing like that. It was unconditional. It was fights with quick and sincere apologies. It was falling asleep in uncomfortable positions just to be near each other. Late night laughs and comforts after rough days. It was heaven. And James had the key. You.  

Eventually, James grew restless and began to sway around the kitchen, his moves not even close to the rhythm of the music. His terrible dancing sending you into giggling fits as you moved the food to the table. 

“You are, without a doubt, the worst dancer I have ever seen,” you laughed. 

“And you get to call me yours! How lucky are you?” He shimmied his way over to you, hands taking yours and pulling you onto the ‘dance floor.’ 

“James!” 

“Come on, love, it’s my day off! Humor me,” he pleaded. 

“Oh, alright,” you conceded and allowed James to parade you around the room. 

After the song ended, James rested his forehead against yours. “I love you,” he mumbled, pressing a kiss to your nose. 

“I love you, too,” you assured. “Can we eat now, though?”

He let out a hearty laugh, “Course we can. Can never resist your food, can I?”

Remus:

There you see her
Sitting there across the way
She don’t got a lot to say
But there’s something about her
And you don’t know why
But you’re dying to try
You wanna kiss girl

(If you want to listen while you read: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TrRbB-qUJfY)

Originally posted by potter-imagines-here

She’s quiet. But whip-smart. A humor that not everyone got. Eyes that sparkled in the moonlight. A mischievous glint that appeared when no one was looking. No one but Remus it seemed. And god, he liked her. More than he should. He knew she deserved better. Someone more stable. Safer. But he craved her. Craved her like chocolate.

Sitting across from her in the astrology tower, he watched her discretely. He loved the way her hair fell around her shoulders. The way her lips curved upward slightly. The way her eyes were filled with wonder as she examined the nighttime sky. 

“You ever think about how small we are?” she asked suddenly, her eyes never leaving the stars. 

“Um,” Remus started, a bit unsure of how to answer. 

“I mean, like, we’re so insignificant. We don’t even know how big this world is. We’re just a concept. We’re grains of sand in an infinite desert,” she marveled. 

He shook his head as she continued to ramble. His smile was one of fondness. He loved the way her mind worked. The way she seemed to just ‘get it.’ She didn’t get caught up in unnecessary drama or worries. She just lived. And that was something Remus needed. Badly. 

 “Remus?” her melodic voice shook him out of his own thoughts. 

“Huh?” 

“Do you think there’s a reason we met? Like do you think we were brought together for a reason?”

He hesitated for a moment, not wanting to scare her off. “I - I’d like to think so.”

She grinned, “Me too,” before turning back up to the sky. 

Remus wanted her. He wanted to kiss her. Softly. Passionately. Sloppily. He wanted to wake up to her in his arms, her hair splayed across the pillow like a hallow. He wanted to comfort her when she was upset. He wanted to tell her his fears. He wanted her to tell him he was okay just the way he was. He wanted everything about her.

“Y/N?” Remus mumbled. 

“Yes?”

“Can I -” he paused, completely terrified. 

“Can you what, Remus?”

He took a deep breath, “Can I kiss you?”

Even in the dim moonlight, Remus could see her cheeks redden, her mouth falling open slightly as she processed his request. 

“I-I’m sorry, I shouldn’t-,” Remus stuttered. 

“Yes,” she said boldly, cutting him off. “Yes, Remus, you can kiss me.”

He looked up at her in surprise. She had a soft smile playing at her lips and was looking at him expectantly. 

Leaning in, their lips met. The kiss was soft. Sweet. Everything it should be. 

When they pulled apart, she kissed his cheek in acknowledgment before asking, “Do you want to go to Hogsmeade next weekend?”

Sirius:

Who’d ya think you’re kidding?
He’s the earth and heaven to ya
Try to keep it hidden, honey we can see right through ya
Girl ya can’t conceal it
We know how you’re feelin’, who you’re thinking of

(If you want to listen while you read: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tl0DMTlwLw4)

Originally posted by sadlildarling

“You two are so in love,” Marlene clapped her hands together. 

Sirius had just left your room, his hand gently squeezing your shoulder as he headed out. Your eyes meeting one last time as he looked over his shoulder before he passed through the doorframe. 

“We are not! We’re friends,” you asserted. 

“No,” Lily chimed in, “Sirius and I are friends. We don’t look at each other like that.”

Marlene nodded in agreement, dropping her magazine in favor of teasing you.
“Told you!” 

“You two are unbelievable!” you sighed. Sure, Sirius was good looking and a good friend. And maybe, you two had been seeing each other secretly. BUT you were not in love with him. And he was NOT in love with you. 

You knew how Sirius was. He got around. He treated each girl with respect, but that didn’t change the fact that he was a well known ladies’ man. There was nothing about your relationship that hinted it was anything more than a fling. 

And that was why you couldn’t admit your feelings for him. Even to yourself. 

You huffed, “I’m going for a walk.”

Lily and Marlene shared a knowing look, but didn’t stop you. 

Making your way down the stairs, you saw the boys sitting on the couch. 

“Hey, (Y/N)!” James greeted.

You waved but kept walking. 

“Where you headed?” Sirius asked.

“Going for a walk,” you mumbled, shocked at how quickly your feelings for him had resurfaced. Upset at yourself for getting so worked up over them. 

Sirius started to respond, but you swiftly exited through the portrait hole before he could finish.

Tears started to well, and you put your head down as you walked down the corridor, no destination in mind. 

“(Y/N)!” Sirius called, running after you. 

Shit. Blinking your eyes a few times, hoping the tears would stop, you paused. 

He slowed to a halt next to you, “What’s wrong, love?”

“Nothing,” you answered, looking everywhere but his eyes. 

“(Y/N),” Sirius tilted your chin so you had to meet his eyes. “Talk to me, love. Did I do something?”

You shook your head. 

“Please, sweetheart, say something,” his voice was on the verge of breaking, his eyes worried. 

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. 

“For what?” he asked incredulously. 

“Getting attached. Falling for you.”

“I don’t understand?” 

“I know that we’re not serious. I know it was never going to be. But I can’t do this anymore. It hurts too much. To know this is going to end. You’ll find someone else,” you admitted. 

Sirius was quiet as he processed your words. His face going unreadable for a moment before he pulled you into his chest, his arms wrapping around you protectively, his lips pressing gentle kisses to your hairline. 

“Oh, (Y/N),” he chuckled.

“Don’t laugh at me!” you shouted, pulling away from him.

“No!” he exclaimed. “I’m not laughing at you! I just - I should have told you earlier. I’m not going anywhere. You’re not getting rid of me,” he clarified.

“What?”

“I guess I sort of fell for you. More than expected.” He rubbed his neck nervously, glancing at the ground. 

“You- you did?”

“Yeah. I think I love you, actually,” he mumbled, his cheeks red. 

Standing on your toes, you pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, “I love you too.”

The two of you grinned dopily at each other before finally heading back to the common room, hand in hand. Before you’d even made it through the portrait hole, you were greeted by cheers. 

“Called it!” yelled Marlene as Lily high-fived her.

Big Bang reaction to their idol gf have a sexy dance break at the MAMAs

Could I have a Big Bang reaction to their idol gf have a sexy dance break at the MAMAs (or something like that) but she didn’t tell them 🙈

for ANON

hope you like it

illi

GIFs are not mine

You decided not to tell your boyfriend you had a sexy performance with your group at the MAMAs just to see his reaction.

You were wearing a lace black crop top and some leather black shorts, you were going to make a cover of Troublemaker’s “Now” with some male dancers.

The make up artist draw some tattoos on your body too, and your make up was a strong black smokey eye, completely different from the usual image your group had.

G Dragon

He would watch your performance in silence, smirking when it was your turn to sing. admiring you from afar

The coreo, dancers, lights..it was all perfect, made you shine like a superstar and he was so pround to say he was your man.

After the show ended and you retunred to your sit, he would have looked at you and clapped his hands saying “Good Job”, lifting his hands to show you how the crowd kept screaming your name.

Originally posted by peaceminus8ne

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He would be giggling the all performance, hitting Daesung and whispering in his ear “God, have you seen her??”

The backup dancer wouldn’t bother him at all, he knew it was a performance and actually they were really good, but he couldn’t take his eyes off you

Even The members started laughing as they noticed how immeressed in the performance he was

When you returned to your sit he would just keep looking at you and send you some messages: “WOOOOO MY GIRL IS SO GOOD”

Originally posted by xeunghyun

Taeyang

He would blush and put a hand on his mouth, looking at you with loving eyes, it would be so evident he loved you more than everything, that the MCs couldn’t help but mention it the moment after the performance.

He would just hid his face and asked for help to the other members who were just making fun of him and the situation

When you returned to your sit he would just brightily smile at you

Originally posted by fantastic--babies

Daesung

He would be Shoked at first, but them he would be so hype to actually stend up and started dancing.

You smiled and giggled during the performance, seeing him cheering you up.

After the show ended, he kept screaming and clapping while the members did the same (just not as loud as him), your leader would say “Thanks Daesung sunbaenim and Big Bang sunbaenim for the support!”

He would laugh and you would wink at him, making the crowd scream

Originally posted by dp3-45pm

Seungri

Like GD he would be really proud of you, looking at you not saying much and enjoying the performance.

Once it was done, he would stand up to clap at you, looking you straight in the eyes even from afar and you just smiled him back.

As you were going back to yor sit, passing beside his table, he would look at you and grab your wrist not standing up and just kissed the back of your hand

Originally posted by clumsypenguin

Fear

Originally posted by onlymorelove

Pairing: Theo Raeken x Reader

Requested: Nope

Summary: The Anuk-ite is at the station bringing out your fear which just as happens to be Theo.

GIF Not Mine


You have a tough time trusting people after being made a fool of multiple times, the last time being Theo. After he saved you though you began to warm up to the idea that he is one of the good guys now but you still had your doubts. A niggling feeling at the back of your mind and that was your downfall. The Anuk-ite prayed on people’s fears and that’s what it did for you. It prayed on your fear. The fear that Theo is still a bad guy and will save his own ass letting you all die.

 In the Sheriffs station, you were all surrounded by hunters. For some reason Scott decided to help two werewolves that had been arrested and you, along with Lydia, Malia, and Liam, were dragged along. You didn’t know Theo was there until he came in to the room. ‘He sure conveniently shows up when we’re all in trouble’ you thought. You had no idea what came over you but suddenly you started breathing heavily. Panic. That’s what it was. You were pacing back and forth, your hands closed into fists by your side. “Y/N?” Scott said trying to get your attention, concerned for his beta.

“What’s wrong with her?” Theo asked. 

“What’s wrong with me? It’s you Theo. You’re my problem.” You stopped pacing and brought your attention fully onto Theo. 

“Y/N, you need to calm down. Relax, okay?” He said calmly. He didn’t want to further cause distress for you as he knew you were a ticking time bomb. Any minute now you could wolf out. Theo’s eyes wondered when he smelt blood and saw it trickle from your still closed fists. Your chest was heaving up and down from your heavy breathing. 

“You would just love that wouldn’t you?” You said, dripping with venom. “We relax around you. Put our guards down around you and then out of nowhere you stab us in the back. It’s happened before what’s to say it won’t happen again.” You were now standing in his face, your eyes glowing yellow. Fear spread across Theo’s face. He’s never seen you like this, even when he hurt everyone the first time around. To him you were this happy, bubbly, sarcastic person who didn’t have a mean bone in their body but now? Now you had anger and terror radiating from you. If you weren’t in a police station with deputy’s inside and hunters surrounding the place he was certain you would tear him apart limb by limb. 

“I think it’s here with us.” Lydia muttered to Scott who just nodded. He went over to you and placed his hand on your arm to calm you down. 

“Y/N this isn’t you. It’s the Anuk-ite. You need to calm down.” You just shrugged off his hand and kept your undivided attention on Theo. That’s when the pack realised you weren’t calming down any time soon so Malia did the one thing everyone was thinking of doing but actually did it she knocked you out cold. When you were unconscious Theo let out the breath he didn’t know he was holding, relief flooding over him. “Take her somewhere for when she wakes up.” Scott instructed his youngest beta but before he had a chance to Theo jumped in and took you off the floor, carrying you over his shoulder.

“I’ll do it.” He said before walking away with you. 

-

After a while you finally woke up. You blinked a couple of times and moved your hand to your head where Malia knocked you unconscious. Looking around the room you took in your surroundings and saw Theo sitting on one of the benches. You tried to get up but was brought back down to the floor due to your hands being handcuffed to the bench. “Took you long enough.” Theo joked causing you to roll your eyes. You tried to get the handcuffs off but they wouldn’t budge. “There just a precautionary measure." 

"Well can you take them off.” You retorted. 

“Not until I’m certain you don’t want to kill me anymore.” He told you looking over at you and quirking an eyebrow. “What was with that anyway?" 

"It’s the stupid anuk-whatever it’s called. It’s nothing.”

“The fear was real though, Y/N. You can’t just make fear come out of thin air. There has to be a part of you, even if it’s a tiny part of you, that feels this fear. You’re scared of me?” He said puzzled even though he knew why you were scared of him. If someone did what he did to them he’d be scared too. 

“Fine. I guess a little part of me is scared of you. You did try to kill Scott after all. How do I know you won’t turn around and kill me too? I’m trying to trust you Theo, I really am. I want to trust you but a part of me will always be scared of you.” When you said that Theo felt terrible. You were the only person who didn’t doubt him when everyone else did. You were the only one who gave him another chance even though you were scared of him. “I’m- I’m sorry that I almost tried to kill you." 

Theo laughed but it wasn’t one filled with joy. "I think I deserve it after what I did.” He got up from where he sat and unlocked your handcuffs. When your arms were free you wrapped them around him, hugging him. At first he tensed up confused as to why you were hugging him then he relaxed into it.

“No matter what you’ve done. No matter how much of an ass you are. No one deserves to die." 


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MASTERLIST

Going to a crime scene with Sherlock would include

Going to a crime scene with Sherlock Holmes and John Watson for a case would include…

Originally posted by detective-from-221b

Gif not mine

  • You would be excited to help
    • Or just watch in silent (or not silent) amusement as he shows off
  • You would become friends with Greg Lestrade because while you are smart, you aren’t an ass
    • But you are sarcastic and amusing
  • Sherlock would show off even more and explain his thought process to you because he likes how impresses you get
  • Inevitably you would meet Donovan and/or Anderson
    • Sally would “warn” you about Sherlock and call him a freak
    • Sherlock would act as though her comments don’t affect him
    • You know they do
    • Anderson hitting on you
  • You getting more upset as they talk
    • You: “Greg, could you do me a huge favor?”
    • Greg: “Uh, sure.”
    • Y: “Awesome. Turn around just for a minute”
    • G: “Why?”
    • Y: “No, no, no, don’t ask questions just turn around. Just for a minute. I’ll tell you when you can turn back.”
      • You smiling innocently the whole time
      • Sherlock not knowing what you’re doing
      • John doesn’t know
      • No one knows
  • Greg turns around
  • You swiftly punch Donovan in the face and kick Anderson between the legs
    • No one says anything for a few seconds
  • Y: “Geg, you can turn around now.”
    • Even though he turned around the minute he heard your fist come into contact with Sally’s face
  • Y: “Sorry you had to turn around Greg. But if you didn’t see it happen than who’s to say anyone assaulted anyone in the police. No one here saw anything.”
    • Y: “John and Sherlock were analysing the corpse behind us. You were turned around, who knows why. And i was just talking to these two people i had never met before when all of a sudden they started to fight each other.”
  • No one stops this
  • Greg just laughs and walks off
    • You can hear him muttering under his breathe
      • something like, “They deserved it” or “They brought it on themselves”
  • John and Sherlock just smile at you appreciatively and continue what they were doing
  • From then on everything goes smoothly
  • You help the Baker Street Pair solve the case
    • It was the grandmother
  • You, John, and Sherlock go back to 221B Baker Street for tea
    • And to find Sherlock a new case before he gets bored
Whoop a Man’s Ass

Title: Whoop a Man’s Ass

Author:  Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Summary:  A trip to a local bar after a hunt doesn’t go well.

Characters:  Dean Winchester x Donna Hanscum

Word Count:  1420

Warnings:  drinking, language, some guy being a jerk

Author’s Notes:  This was written for @sofreddie Ships Ahoy Challenge. It was due forever ago, but she was very understanding of my need for an extension - a long extension. Thank you for that, by the way. I chose Dean x Donna (of course) as the ship I would write. My song was Whoop a Man’s Ass (x) by Trace Adkins.

***My work is not to be posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

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I Know What You Did Last Summer-Shawn Mendes

Requested: No, but my requests are open if you would like an imagine/smut for any of the fine lads that are listed in my masterlist which is right here: MASTERLIST

Summery: So honestly I got this idea from reading an imagine very similar to the one you’re about to read. I think it was called Air and it has the same kinda storyline as this. So the storyline is that the reader is a song writer that Shawn hires to help him with some songs and she helps him write I Know What You Did Last Summer.

Note: So fun fact this is actually my first non-smut post on this account as well as my first Shawn Mendes post. I’ve written plenty fluff and stuff before but I have that on another account. If you dm me I can tell you my user name and you can check some of my imagines out.

Warnings: none

Word count: 2,365

Originally posted by mednes

Gif not mine

You were a mess. It had been only two weeks since you found your asshole of a boyfriend in bed with one of his coworkers. Since then, you had been immersed in your work, spending countless hours on songs for musicians.

It was your escape, and honestly, Jason cheating on you was one hell of a prompt. Words had been flowing onto paper faster than usual which had been great for business.

Although you were just a teenager, your parents had finally agreed to letting you move across the country to LA while taking online classes. You missed both of your parents immensely, but you loved the freedom that came with living alone.

Just as you had finished your most recent song, a knock came from the door. “Who is it?” you asked, setting your laptop down to go towards the door.

“Um, Shawn Mendes. I think we have an appointment.”

Your eyes widened in realization. “Shit,” you muttered to yourself. He was your first client since your breakup so you apartment wasn’t as clean as it usually is.

As fast as you could, you picked up the clothes that were scattered around the living room and threw them into your bedroom. Just before you reached the front door, you tossed the used tissues away that had been piling on your coffee table.

When you opened your door you were astounded with how young he was. Unlike most of the artists you helped write songs for, he appeared to be your age. “Hi, I’m (Y/n),” you stuck your hand out to shake his which he gladly took.

“Shawn,” he smiled back, releasing your hand a moment later. “I can’t tell you how much I love your work. I’ve heard some of the songs you’ve written for One Direction and you’re just unbelievable.

Slight blush crept its way onto your cheeks. “Thank you, I really appreciate that. I love your work too,” you ushered him into your small apartment. “I’ve seen some of your YouTube videos and you have a great voice.”

He smiled widely at you once again. “Take a seat,” you motioned over to your couch. “So from what I remember from your text was that you wanted a duet? Do you have anyone in mind for the other part?” you asked, sitting in a chair adjacent to the couch.

“Yeah, I was thinking Camila Cabello. We’ve become pretty good friends recently and we talked about it not too long ago.”

You nodded and pulled your laptop onto your lap again. “I was actually almost finished writing up something. It’s about a guy and a girl and one of them cheated on the other briefly during the summer. I didn’t finish it up completely yet because I wasn’t sure if you wanted to be the good guy in the song or not.”

His eyebrow quirked up, “The good guy?”

“The person who was faithful.”

“Oh,” he nodded in understanding, “sure.”

Pulling up the tab of the song, you quickly changed pronouns before setting the computer in front of him to see.

After scanning the screen he looked up at you and smiled. “I really like it. How long did it take for you to write this?”

You scratched the back of your neck before glancing to see his facial reaction of the song. “Um, about an hour. Songs have been really coming easily to me lately,” you shrugged, standing up to get one of your guitars that lie in your living room.

“Any particular reason?”

“Let’s just say this song is very close to home,” you sighed, sitting back down with your guitar perched on your lap.

He set the laptop on the coffee table and faced you, “I’m really sorry. I probably shouldn’t have brought it up.”

You shook your head, “No, it’s fine. You wouldn’t have known. Anyways, so this is what I was thinking the song would sound like.”


Ever since Shawn walked through your door asking for help with his song, you two were practically inseparable. Not only was he your age which was a rarity in your business, he was also the most down to earth artist you had met. 

After the two of you had finished the song, he pestered you about having an amazing voice claiming that you’d be a great singer but you told him of your stage fright. After that, the two of you spent the rest of the afternoon getting to know each other.

You would be lying if you said he wasn’t even the slightest bit attractive, but whenever you were around him you felt as if you had to push the feelings you had for him away. Not only did he have a massive group of fans that would harass you on any social media account you owned, you just couldn’t handle having a relationship that was forever in the public eye.

It was the day that he and Camila were to sing I Know What You Did Last Summer for the first time live after releasing it as a single. It had done significantly better than you had expected which made Shawn declare he was going to take you out to breakfast sometime throughout the following week.

Today was that day and you could practically feel buzzing throughout your entire body. You had chosen an outfit that made you look like you cared, but didn’t try as hard as you actually did. Just as you had finished tying your shoelace, a knock came from the door before it opened abruptly.

Shawn came waltzing in with a smile on his face making you think back to when you first met him. “You didn’t even wait for me to say come in,” you gasped dramatically. “I could have been completely naked.”

A slight blush graced his cheeks, “Then it would’ve been one hell of a morning for me.”

You rolled you eyes and slapped his arm. “Shut up. Let me just grab my wallet and we can leave.”

He let out a laugh, “Okay.”


The walk to the diner was pleasant. It was only a fifteen minute walk from your apartment so you and Shawn held a conversation the whole way there. It mostly consisted of him talking about about how anxious he was for his first performance tonight of his new single. 

You reassured him multiple times but you knew your words just went in one ear and out the other. Instead of constantly assuring him that everything was going to be fine, you decided to just link your arm with his and rest your head on his shoulder while you walked. That always seemed to lessen his anxiety for reasons unknown to you.

“What are you thinking of eating?” he asked after his small rant.

You pondered his question for longer than necessary before lifting you head off of his shoulder. “Pancakes, of course.”

He laughed. “I’m not even surprised. You know, life is a little more fun when you switch things up a little. Maybe try crepes or, may I even suggest, waffles?” he gasped.

A loud laugh escaped your lips before you shook your head. “That’s what I thought,” he rolled his eyes.

It wasn’t long until you ended up at the familiar diner. Your eyes practically rolled to the back of your head at the smell of the sugary breakfasts.

The two of you ordered as soon as you sat down, not even having to glance at the menus. While you waited for your food, the two of you both pulled out your phones and scanned through your separate social media accounts.

Your eyebrows quirked up when you spotted a picture of the two of you together that was taken only a few moments ago from outside. “How do they do that?” you voiced your thoughts.

“How does who do what?” Shawn asked, setting his phone off to the side.

“The paparazzi. They took pictures of us outside and of course the captions all mention us dating,” you laughed, rubbing the back of your neck. 

You wished the two of you were dating. Everything just seemed to click between the two of you and after the couple of months you’ve spent together, you still enjoy learning new things about him.

He inspected the photo before his cheeks turned red almost immediately, as if he had just thought of something ridiculous. “Speaking of that, I was wondering,” he began. 

Your heart hammered in your chest as you anticipated his next words. Although, before he could finish, the waiter arrived with your food. With widened eyes, you stared down at your stack of pancakes, deciding how you would try and eat all of it. Shawn laughed at your over-excitement.

As quickly as you could, you scarfed down your meal, only being able to finish half of it due to its immense size. 

A sigh left your lips as you sat back in your chair. “I’m happy now.”

Shawn’s lips stretched into a large smile. Over the past couple of months, he had admittedly fallen hard for you. Everything that you seemed to do made his heart swell with happiness. Whether it was yelling at horrible drivers who cut you off to the look of accomplishment on your face when you make a recipe correctly while making dinner he couldn’t help but fall for the girl he yearned to see everyday.

“What were you saying?” you asked, leaning back in your chair, waiting for him to finish his meal.

He placed down his fork and straightened himself in his chair briefly. “I’ve been thinking lately.”

Your eyebrows raised in anticipation. “Yeah?”

But alas, before another word could leave his lips, a multitude of voices arose from behind him. “Can we get a picture with you?”

Shawn’s smile faltered ever so slightly at being interrupted again but he complied and held a conversation with the girls nonetheless. That was another thing you admired about him. No matter what situation he found himself in, he always made time for his fans.

As the two of you walked out you tilted your head up towards him. “Care to finish your thought?”

He shrugged before scratching the back of his neck, “No, I forgot what I was going to say anyways.”

Your eyebrow raised in suspicion but you let it be. He was nervous enough for the concert tonight and talking about something he didn’t want to be talked about was not something he needed.


He was shaking with nerves. “Where is she?” he almost shouted.

You shrugged and glanced down at your phone for what felt like the thousandth time. “I don’t know. I’ve called her like, fifteen times. She’s not responding to any of my texts either.”

Shawn threw his head back and fumbled with the microphone in his hand. It was minutes before he was supposed to go on stage with Camila but she was no where to be found

Suddenly the three dots appeared under your’s and Camila’s texting conversation. “Shawn!” you shouted and waved him over. “She’s texting me.”

His eyes widened as he moved next to you, breath heavy against the skin on your shoulder. You held your breath until the dots were replaced with a message.

So sorry! I guess my manager didn’t pass on the message. When I was visiting my cousin he gave me a really bad virus. I’ve been throwing up all day. Give my luck to Shawn! <3

You lanced over to see Shawn squeezing his eyes shut. You couldn’t read the emotion that was present on his face which scared you. Gently placing your hands on his shoulders, you squeezed his shoulders. “Hey, Shawn. It’s okay. You’re going to be fine.”

“You have to go on with me.”

A laugh burst from your lips as you smiled up at him. “Now’s not the time for jokes, Shawn.”

He opened his eyes and quickly grabbed your hands that were on his shoulders. “I’m not kidding.” You opened your mouth to respond but he interrupted you. “Please. This is so important to me. I know you have horrible stage fright, but I’ll do anything. Your voice is amazing and you know the song by heart.”

You sighed heavily and swallowed the lump in your throat. “Shawn…” 

“Please,” he whispered.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you nodded slowly, nerves now setting in. “Oh my god thank you so much!” he yelled, wrapping his arms around you.

Your chest constricted as Shawn’s manager called the two of you to go on stage. To ebb away your nerves, Shawn gripped your hand tightly and lead you onto the stage. “Just look at me,” he whispered before squeezing your hand.

You did as he said and focused your attention on him as the beginning chords of the song were played. Shawn had to release your hand to plat guitar but you stayed close to him throughout the song.

Cheering could be heard throughout the entire stadium which gave you a bit more confidence. Just as you were going into the first chorus, Shawn finally glanced up at you from his guitar and gave you a large smile.

To your surprise, the song was over seemingly within seconds. You broke eye contact with Shawn to glance around at the crowd after your performance and your jaw dropped. From just where you were standing, you could see at least a couple thousand people.


“Oh my god that was exhilarating!” you yelled at Shawn who had just gotten off stage. He was drenched in sweat and his eyes were filled with excitement. He didn’t say anything, to your confusion as he strode over to you, taking larger steps than usual.

“Shawn?” you asked as he was only a couple feet from you.

He didn’t hesitate once as he placed his hands on your cheeks and brought your lips to his in a matter of seconds. You were startled for a moment, not quite sure what to do before you fully relaxed under his touch and moved your lips against his. 

The kiss was brief, but when he pulled away you both panted for air. “I’ve been meaning to do that for a while.”

Overreacting Can Hurt

This is for @winchesters-favorite-girl Katie’s One Year Celebration Challenge

Prompt is “I trusted you, and then you go and do this.” Sam x Dean x Sister Reader

Summary: An accident happens and Dean overreacts. 

Warnings: swearing, angst, Dean being an asshole

Word Count: 2,585

I want to give a special thanks to @ora-la-few for being my first writing beta. I appreciate you so much! 

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Originally posted by bilosan

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