over arm throw


couple moments of quiet

(listen to the barr brothers to feel extra gay)


my favourite part of rtx was adam hugging me Every Single Time He Saw me

I’ll Fight for You- Part I- Sweet Pea x Reader

Originally posted by forsythpjones

Fandom: Riverdale

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Female!Jones!Reader, Jughead Jones x Sister!Reader

Words: 1781

Warning(s): Violence, Maybe some swearing

Description: (SERIES) Being the sister to the infamous Jughead Jones comes with its perks. One of those perks is the chance to get close to a certain serpent.

Tagged: @hanane-billy12

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Imagine: Getting Dean to go Jogging

Originally posted by ehghtyseven

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,500

Warnings: Language, jealous!Dean, implied smut

A/N: this is my submission for @hannahindie‘s Party Like It’s Pawnee Indiana Challenge! I adore Parks and Rec, and these prompts were absolutely incredible. Congratulations on the followers, hun!!

My prompt is “Jogging is the worst! I know it keeps you healthy, but God, at what cost?” and is bolded below! Enjoy!

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Avengers Preference ➣ Secret Relationship

Request: Could you do an avengers preference for having a secret relationship and how everyone finds out?? I’d love you forever! -Anonymous

A/N: This is the first time I’ve ever done preferences, so I hope everyone likes them! You weren’t specific about who you wanted involved but if you’d like me to add anyone let me know! I’d love to get some more requests :)

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters I write about nor do I own the gif(s) below. If you would like it removed/given credit please message me & I will do just that! Also this contains cursing so be prepared for that.

Bruce Banner-

You were sitting on a table in the lab, watching Bruce and Tony work on one of their newest projects. They had been bickering about the best way to approach the enhancements all day and you couldn’t help but smirk anytime Bruce one upped the other man. You also didn’t miss the proud grins he would flash in your direction when Tony focused back on the machinery. You picked up the book you had brought with you and decided to read while the two worked, quickly getting invested in the story. You had barely heard when Tony called it quits and left the lab with a quick goodnight. A pair of hands pluck the book from your grasp and placed it next to you on the table before softly spreading your legs so Bruce could stand between them and place hands on your waist. Your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck and you couldn’t help but smile at him. 

“And I thought he’d never leave.” You teased, brushing your nose against his which earned you a soft chuckle. The two of you had been keeping your relationship a secret for about two months, and you were both very careful to keep it going. 

Bruce reached between the two of you and removed his glasses, placing them atop your book and leaning in to place a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Neither did I.” He mumbled right before you turned your head and caught his lips with yours. His hands tightened on your waist ever so slightly as he returned your kiss, tilting his head so he was able to deepen it.

Your hands began to tangle in his hair, giving it a slight tug which earned a groan from him. You didn’t think the two of you could get any closer than you were in that moment. Feeling his tongue brush against your bottom lip you eagerly opened your mouth for him, loving the feeling of having him so close-

“Holy shit!” A voice echoed through the lab, causing the two of you to quickly break apart. Tony stood in the doorway, eyes wide as he glanced between you both. You tried your best to catch your breath, noticing Bruce doing the same as everyone waited for someone to speak. 

“Tony,” Bruce spoke up first. “I thought you went to bed.”

The man snorted at the comment, walking towards the table they were working on earlier. “Forgot my phone.” He said, picking the device up and wiggling it at you both. “Now I’m going to pretend I didn’t see any of this because quite frankly it’s too much to deal with at-” he glanced at his watch, “2 in the morning.” With that he stuffed his phone in his pocket and exited the lab for the second time.

Bucky Barnes-

Your back hit the mat with a loud smack, causing you to let out a groan in the process. It was late in the afternoon and you had been practicing with Natasha for the past hour. To your surprise you had been keeping up with her until you heard Bucky, Steve, and Sam walk into the training room. “You got distracted.” Nat commented, reaching a hand out to help you up. You gladly took it and jumped to your feet. 

“I know, I blame them.” You quipped, nodding your head towards the where the boys were now standing.

Bucky was the first to speak up, “it’s not our fault you can’t keep up with Nat.” A smirk was planted on his lips and you had to fight the urge close the space between the two of you. Before you got the chance to reply Steve brought up the idea of sparring, which everyone agreed to.

The five of you went back and forth between each other, Bucky making remarks every time you set foot on a mat with someone. You knew why he was doing it, he had to keep up appearances and he always tried to get under your skin before the two of you became more than just teammates, but that didn’t make it any less frustrating. 

“Since you’ve got so much to say about her skills, you get in there with her.” Sam said after you and Steve finished. Before he got the chance to shrug it off he was being pushed in front of you by Natasha.

A slight smile graced his lips as he gave you a once over, but it quickly dropped from his face when he glanced over at the rest of the group. You both got into position and began sparring. It was clear that he was going easy on you the entire time. It wasn’t until about five minutes in that things began to get rough, you were too quick for him and he was too strong for you. The both of you were drenched in sweat as was the mat, which is why when you went to dodge the swing of his metal arm, your leg slipped in the wrong direction causing your face to meet his elbow.

The second after you made contact you hit the mat, blood instantly oozing from your mouth as you tried to understand what had happened. “Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You could clearly make out Bucky’s voice, blinking a few times you could also make out his face hovering about yours. “Y/N, Doll, I’m so sorry.” He grumbled, cupping your face in his hands. 

“I’m okay.” You grumbled, wiping the blood from your mouth with the back of your sleep before reaching up to touch his face. “Honestly, I’m fine.” 

Just as he was about to reply he was cut off by Steve, “huh if I didn’t know any better I’d say you two were in love.” There was a sound of thud, which you knew was Natasha hitting him. “What- ohhh.” He said, causing both you and Bucky to laugh.

Tony Stark-

Music was echoing throughout Stark Tower as you danced around the kitchen with multiple ingredients in your hands. The Avengers had left early that morning for a mission located somewhere you had already forgotten the location of, which meant you were alone in the building, with the exception of F.R.I.D.A.Y. of course. The only way you could keep yourself for worrying was to listen to music while cooking dinner, with the mission tonight involving the entire team you needed to be extra distracted.

You hadn’t even heard the door open as a very grumpy and exhausted billionaire made his way into the loft half of his building. Even in the state he was in Tony couldn’t help but smile as he watched you dance around the kitchen. “Honey, I’m home.” He announced in an over dramatic voice, causing you to drop the plate in your hands to the ground. 

“Crap, Tony.” You whispered trying your best to step over the broken glass and hissing when a sharp piece came in contact with your foot. The second he heard you express pain he was walking across the glass, his shoes crunching it as he lifted you up and walked towards the couch, sitting you down softly. “I’m fine.” You said, flashing him a smile, but he had already went to get the first aid kit. 

Once he came back he picked up your foot and placed it on the coffee table before he started patching you up. “How was the mission?” You asked, leaning on your elbows so you could be closer to him. 

“Fine.” He said with a shrug, “the rest of the team stayed to help S.H.I.E.L.D. sort things out.” He placed a band-aid over your wound before standing up and taking a seat beside you on the couch. “I just wanted to get home in time to see you.”

You had to fight the urge to smile as you curled into his side. The two of you had decided it was best to keep your relationship a secret from everyone, Tony didn’t want to drag you into the chaos and you didn’t want to be interrogated by Fury since the first thing he had said before putting you on Avengers duty was to be professional.

His arm wrapped around your shoulders and he leaned back to get a better look at your face, “don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re an awful cook.” The second the words left his lips you opened your mouth to protest, but he quickly cut you off with a kiss. You melted into his lips, your hands fisting his shirt as you tried to move closer to him.

“Well excuse us.” The familiar voice of Bruce Banner came from behind the couch, causing both you and Tony to break apart. Looking behind you the entire team was staring at the two of you with smirks on their face.

Natasha Romanoff-

The reason behind all of the secrecy was simple: Natasha wanted to keep you safe. While she trusted the team with her life, she definitely didn’t trust anyone with yours. Overall she was glad the two of you got to spend time together, since Fury had decided to assign you to the Avengers base in order to give missions and keep them all in check. 

It had been two weeks since you’d seen Nat. She’d left with Clint to complete a mission that not even you were permitted to know of. You were curled up in bed, watching TV, drifting in and out of sleep in the process. You hadn’t even heard you window slide open, but you noticed the figure clad in black and immediately knew who it was.

“Oh my gosh.” You mumbled, throwing the blankets off of you and rushing over to throw your arms around her in a hug. She let out a soft hum and wrapped her own arms around you. Without giving her a chance to speak you quickly pressed your lips to hers. Natasha eagerly kissed back, tangling her hands in your hair as she began backing you up towards the bed.

The two of you fell back onto the mattress, letting out a laugh before connecting your lips together for another kiss. “I thought you were going to be gone for another week?” You mumbled after breaking the kiss.

“We got done early and I needed to see you.” She said coolly, pressing a kiss to your shoulder before leaning back so she could examine your face. For the first time in her life Natasha had something that she was excited to come home to, hell, for the first time in her life she had a home. 

She connected your lips in a kiss yet again, but it was cut off by the sound of the door flying open and hitting the wall. “What the hell?” You yelled, snapping your head to the side to see both Tony and Steve bursting into the room.

“We-um..” Steve began, looking between the two of you and Tony who seemed to be at a loss for words as well.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y. informed me that there was an intruder.” Tony pipped up after several moments of silence. 

Finally having enough of the two gawking at the two of you, Natasha growled at the two of them, “clearly it’s being handled. You can leave.” You had to stop yourself from laughing as the two quickly shut the door and hurried away from your room. “Where were we?” She asked, turning her attention back to you.

Steve Rogers-

The mission had gone bad very quickly. In the beginning the team was doing great, kicking the ass of everyone of the guys that they were targeting, that was until they pulled out the bombs. Everyone was separated in an instant, the only form of communication being the headpieces. A gasp left your lips as you took off into the woods, three men on your trail. “Y/N, are you there?” The usually calm voice of Steve Rogers seemed almost panicked as it rang in your ear.

“I’m fine!” You said quickly, pulling a knife from your boot and slinging it at one of the men behind you. You never missed a target so without surprise the blade lodged into the mans chest.. “I’ve got two behind me, but I can handle it.”

Just as you were about take out the last two men there was a soft click under your boot, causing your eyes to go wide. The second you took your next step there was an ear splitting boom and you felt yourself being flung through the air, only stopping when you made contact with a tree. All you saw was black and while you could hear the yelling coming from your ear piece you couldn’t seem to make out the words being side.

You couldn’t be sure how long you were laying there before the sound of branches being crushed and moved reached your ears. Two small hands wrapped around your body and lifted you to your feet, you could make out what you assumed to be Wanda’s voice, and tried to peel your eyes open to be sure.

Sure enough the young woman to your side was your friend and you let out a relieved sigh before taking in your surroundings. You clearly stepped on a mine. “She’s okay, I’ve got her.” Wanda said, slowly sitting you down on one of the fallen trees. The bodies of the men the team had been fighting were scattered around the snow and you fought the urge to make a joke about you had saved everyone.

“Y/N!” You glanced over and saw Steve rushing down the snowy hill, tossing his shield to the ground before wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you up off the ground. His hug was almost bone crushing, but you didn’t mind as you quickly hugged him back. After he released you you began to speak, but were quickly cut off by him crashing his lips against yours.

You didn’t pull away until you heard someone clear their throats and you cursed under your breath. The two of you had done very well at keeping your relationship under the radar up until this moment. “Would you like us to give you some space?” Clint asked, a smirk planted on his face.

“Shut up.” You and Steve grumbled before breaking your embrace and heading back to the quinjet.

Truly, Madly, Deeply - Tom Holland x Reader imagine

Title: Truly, Madly, Deeply
Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader
Synopsis: Things get heated after Tom’s little bonfire.
Word Count: 3.1k
Warning: NSFW, contains smut, 18+
A/N: So after Tom’s insta lives at the weekend, I think we can all agree we were a little thirsty for him, which is why @peterfuckinparker & I ended up writing this! Let us know what you think here.

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netzoflix  asked:

Request: I want to see some jealous Richie, pretty pleaseeeeeee ((I ADORE YOUR BLOG BTW 💘💘💘))

-Richie gets jealous pretty easily.

-Sometimes he gets borderline possessive. But he can’t help it. He has abandonment issues and has a big fear that everyone he loves will leave him.

-The one thing that he can’t lose is Eddie.

-So when he sees other guys or girls standing with Eddie at his locker and Touching his arm or trying to make him laugh, Richie can’t help but to get a little possessive

-That’s his Eddie. Only he can touch his arm like that and only he can make him laugh till he throws his back.

-So when Richie sees someone try to flirt with Eddie he’ll walk over and throw his arm around Eddie’s shoulders or his waist and kiss his cheek. Then something like “Hey baby what’s going on” or “Hey cutie ya miss me” just for good measure.

-Eddie is pretty oblivious when it comes to people flirting wit him. Really because the only person he wants to flirt with him is Richie and half the time he can’t even get the other boy out of his mind. So when someone comes up and starts playfully touching him or giving him small compliments, he doesn’t really think anything of it. He just thinks that their being nice.

-It’s until one day while sitting in Eddies bedroom, and Richie was being uncharacteristically quiet, that Eddie asked him what was wrong.

-”Oh nothin Eds. Except the fact that half the fucking school is trying put their hands down your pants and it doesn’t seem to bother you at all.”

“What are you talking about no one is trying to put there hands down my pants, except for you.” Eddie was genuinely confused. People don’t ever touch him like that, just Richie and only after he has said to Eddie that “he’s sure this okay” or “If he wants to stop it’s fine” about a million times. They hadn’t done anything to sexual yet, because they both wanted to wait till the the time was right, but when Eddie was reddie ;) to lose his virginity he was fully intended to lose it to Richie.

-”Yeah and I should be the only one that gets to Eddie. When guys go up to and rub your arm and call you cute its cause they want something from you. something that they can’t have because your mine and i’m the only one that can touch you like, and the only one that can make you laugh like that, and the only one that can make you blush.”

-Eddie moves so that he is sitting on Richie’s lap ”Richie, of course you are. I didn’t know that those guys were flirting with me. The only person that I want to flirt with me is you.”

-Richie smiles and kisses, feeling a lot better knowing that Eddie doesn’t pay any attention to those other guys.

-But that does’t stop from wrapping a protective arm around his boyfriends waist when he sees someone getting a little to close.

I’m sorry that this took me literally a month to do I’m awful I know but you like it :)

A Pair of Arms Means Love, Seven Means Home - Everyone/Everyone

Pairing: Poly-Relationship Between All the Losers

Word Count: 2515

Request: It wasn’t one. This one goes out to my Familosers. I love you guys.


It starts with Bill and Eddie.

One day they’re pals, sophomores in highschool, pushing each other into the quarry, and cracking jokes together in between class with the rest of the Losers. Then suddenly the next day they’re holding hands, trading kisses between classes when they get the chance, still cracking jokes with the other Losers. No one actually brings it up. It’s a progression of something that really, to everyone, seems like a long time coming. So there isn’t anything for the others to question.

Even Richie, who feels a spark of something (hurt, jealousy, desire) doesn’t say anything about it. Not even when his hands want to shake at seeing the two boys together.

It seems natural that he’s the first one to be added to Bill and Eddie’s thing. (Even they hadn’t really talked about what they were to any full extent.)

They’re down at the water’s edge, Eddie in Bill’s lap, their feet in the shallows while the others swim. The others aside from Richie, who’s skulking further up the shore, leaned against a tree with a cigarette dangling from his lips. He’s been like that for the month and half that Bill and Eddie have been whatever they are and really, Eddie is done with it, has been since the first week.

He doesn’t like hurting Richie and for a while, he didn’t know how to make it better but now that it’s been nearly six weeks of his best friend moping around and pretending like he isn’t, Eddie Kaspbrak is done. He’s come up with a potential solution. Eddie twists around in Bill’s lap, feet dripping water onto the other boy’s jeans. Bill looks down while Eddie looks up.

“I’m gonna go kiss Richie,” while it’s said like a statement Bill knows that, essentially, Eddie is asking for his permission. Bill’s lips quirk into a genuine smile and he nods.


Eddie is sure that if it were any other person he was in a maybe relationship with they’d break up with him in a second, but Bill isn’t like that, if he said okay, then he meant okay. Eddie nods and extracted himself from Bill’s lap, suddenly the picture of five foot four determination as he strode over to the boy. Bill watches, getting to his own feet and strolling over at a slower pace, as Eddie knocks the cigarette from Richie’s mouth and grabs the collar of his shirt in two tight fists. Richie had looked both pissed and scared that he was going to get decked for no reason.

He wasn’t expecting for Eddie to yank him down into a kiss. It doesn’t last too long, mostly because by the time Richie realizes what’s going on and that he is, in fact, kissing Eddie back he realizes he’s kissing Eddie back. Eddie, who is, from what everyone has gathered, going steady with Bill. Richie yanks himself harshly from Eddie’s hold, eyes snapping to Bill who was finally standing beside the shorter boy. Richie opens his mouth to apologize, because wow he does not want to lose Bill as a friend because Eddie had apparently lost his marbles, only to be promptly stopped when Bill leans forward and places his own, softer kiss, on Richie’s mouth, and oh, Richie thinks that he understands now.

This too comes as no real surprise to the others so it also goes unmentioned when Bill and Eddie become Bill, Eddie, and Richie.

Eddie is worried they’ll have to make rules and talk about things now and then it might all be awkward but is pleasantly surprised when Richie simply steps into the little crevices in his and Bill’s relationship he hadn’t even noticed before.

A month goes by and then Stan is next to be brought into the fold.

It’s not until Bill is tucked between Eddie and Richie on his too small bed does he bring up something that’s been on his mind for the last week or so. Eddie had made it seem so easy when he’d looked up at Bill with his big brown doe eyes and stated that he was going to kiss Richie.

The room is draped in comfortable, post make-out silence, with Eddie’s head under Bill’s chin and Richie’s arms throw over the both of them, he being the tallest of the three. Bill breaks the calm with a stuttering confession.

“S…sometimes I th-think ab-bout kis…sing S-Stan.” Bill’s waiting for things to get awkward after the whisper is past his slightly puffy lips. It doesn’t come. All Eddie does is hum something close to an agreement into his chest and snuggle in deeper, Richie’s breath tickles Bill’s ear when his says “that’s hot,” and pulls both of the boys closer to him. Bill is so frightening revealed that both boys know him so well, that they know it’s not because he doesn’t /want/ them in any way, or that he wants something new. They both know that Bill just has too much of his heart to give (and that sometimes he can get lonely at night when Richie and Eddie, who live close together, can spend them together.)

It’s also the fact that Eddie finds Stan attractive in the way that he’s meticulous and organized, he likes the way his shirts are always crisp and seem to fit perfectly. Eddie also likes Stan’s long legs and sharp humor. Richie has thought about tangling his hands in Stan’s hair and making his curls a mess. He’s also wondered what it would be like to place a kiss on his cheek in the hall and see some of the kids he knows who have a crush on Stan look on with envy.

By the end of the week, once Bill has asked, hesitantly, if Stan might be interested in joining whatever the hell they are at this point, Richie get’s to do just that. Bill had been worried that Stan would only want to be dating him and not the other two as well. When Stan kisses him good morning at the bike racks and moves on to do the same with Eddie and Richie as well he feels happier than he had been when Stan first agreed.

Bill is sure that now that there are four of them they’re going to have to talk about it more seriously. Stan never really brings it up though, just starts holding hands with whichever three are closest to him, sometimes two at one time, walking with them to classes and dropping kisses on their lips before leaving like they all do. Stan does it in a rotation because aside from first and fourth period his classes are on the other end of the school from everyone else.

The Losers, while completely accepting are a bit more surprised with the addition of Stan, more for the fact that he’s willing to be in a relationship that involves Richie than anything else. Stan told them, almost tonelessly, that while yes, he and Richie bicker and he thought that his jokes were tasteless he didn’t like him any less than Bill or Eddie. No one ever questions it again after that.

The four are surprised when Mike is the next to wheedle his way into their relationship, but really, none of them are complaining in the slightest. It was a subtle integration.

It happens the night the four of them are watching a movie in Bill’s converted basement. It’s a date night, they’re all sprawled against each other, kissing occasionally, tickling more often than not (Richie had caught Eddie’s elbow to the ribs for that one.) Everything is normal for them when the sound of Bill’s doorbell ringing. They all get up to answer it. Mike stands on the other side, hands tucked into the front of his jeans, looking almost bashful under the porch light of the Denbrough house.

“Mind if I join you guys?” At the time, none of them had thought anything of it and agreed, welcoming Mike into Bill’s house with open arms. They all descended back into the basement. Stan was sure that the newcomer was going to sit in the lazy boy that had been unoccupied for the majority of the night but he didn’t. Instead, once everyone else was back to where they had been before (Richie and Bill twined together on the couch, Stan and Eddie sitting in front of it, fingers interlocked) Mike places himself next to Stan and in front of Richie, but not enough that his vision of the screen was disturbed.

After the film resumes and was playing for a bit Mike carefully slings his arm over Stan’s shoulders, fingers brushing the nape of Eddie’s neck enough to make him shiver slightly. The next day at school Mike carries Richie’s books to class for him, and after lunch, on his Bill and Stan’s way to fourth period he takes Bill’s unoccupied hand in his. By that time the four realize that when Mike had asked “mind if I join you guys,” he hadn’t just meant for the movie.

After three days when Mike has yet to kiss any of them Stan thinks it might be time to actually talk about “rules,” for the five of them.

The discussion ends with Mike explaining that while he definitely has romantic feelings for them he isn’t sure about anything more intimate, the idea just not very appealing to him. Most, aside from Stan, are surprised by the revelation but it was decided that kisses on cheeks were acceptable for giving and receiving on Mike’s end, anything else was to be determined at the boy’s own discretion. It did nothing to change the fact they were now a group of five and Mike had shown his relief by treating them to ice-cream.

Richie decides that Mike is now his favorite boyfriend because of it. (Everyone knows that there really are no favorites which is why, ultimately, the relationship works.)

Ben and Beverly are the only two left. They’re already in a relationship and have been since before Billy and Eddie became a thing. That’s why Bill is sure that the evaluation of the Losers club is complete and everyone is in their place.

When Bev comes to him with Ben in tow one day, just Bill on his own (the other three in the process of getting picked up by Mike in his pickup) he’s not expecting her to say what she does.

“I want to date you guys,” Bill can feel his eyes widen because right away he’s willing to say yes, no matter how in love he is with his four wonderful boyfriends (because he is) he’s also in love with Bev, and, Bill’s eyes wander to her boyfriend, Ben as well. Bill loves all of them, deeply in a way that doesn’t allow just friendship to dwell. But Ben looks mildly nervous, like there’s something he wants to say but doesn’t know how. Bill says it for him. Because he knows Ben, and he knows that someone has to.

“B-But B-Ben’s not g-gay.” Because what it comes down to, really the heart of the issue, is that if Bev wants to date Bill and everyone else, Bill won’t let her do it without Ben coming along. It wouldn’t seem right. Ben almost sighs with the release of tension, like the statement was welling up inside and only now that it was brought up could they really address it.

“I’m not,” he starts out, more confident than Bill’s ever really seen him (at least without a pen and paper in hand), “but the truth is, I do, kinda, love you guys,” he looks at Bev who’s holding his hand for reassurance, then he looks back to Bill, “all of you.” And Bill sighs as well, because good Ben feels it too, the deepness in his heart that can’t just be filled with only one of the Losers. Maybe with all of them, it can be.

New “rules” are brought up at the quarry that night while they relax, feet dipping into the rapidly cooling water. Eddie and Stan love Bev, forever they promise, but sexually they just aren’t into women at all, unlike Bill and Richie, so while light pecks on the mouth are alright and more than welcome anything more intimate will be left to the boys (aside from Mike and Ben of course). After it’s established that Ben is more than willing to cuddle and hold hands with the others (much like Mike is) there isn’t anything else to really talk about and everything is good.

Richie can’t help but think that everything is complete and in a moment of actual maturity, states as such, earning him a kiss from Stan and Bev alike.

So yes, it starts with Bill and Eddie, but it ends a bit differently.

It ends with a lazy Saturday night, a group of seven people in love crammed in the converted basement of their boyfriend’s house. The lazy boy goes completely unused because if someone is sitting there then they aren’t all together, connected by crossed limbs and tangled fingers.

They’re all on the floor, blankets and pillows spilling from the puddle of people they make. Bill is resting his back against the front of the couch, Stan’s back against his chest as he sits between his legs, Bill loves running his fingers through Stan’s curls so that’s what he does. Mike is beside Bill with Bev on his other side, she’s got one of his hands in her, fixing his nails (which are often a wreck after working on the farm), Eddie is laying across their laps, feet on top of Bev’s legs while his head rests on Stan’s thighs. Ben in on the couch, laying so that he can reach Bev’s hair, braiding little sections that have grown longer than other and Richie is laying with his head on Eddie’s stomach, something they all know the smallest boy with complain about later on which will cause Richie to stretch out across him instead and tip the careful balance of bodies they’ve managed. They know it’ll happen, and when it does they know they’ll laugh, and share kisses and rearrange into a new coordination until they fall asleep one by one. Safe in the little nest they’ve made of each other’s hearts and arms.

If you’re struggling like I am - Ch. 1

Summary: You are hired as a makeup artist for BigHit working with BTS. You are older than all of them, yet, despite your best efforts, you find yourself slowly falling in love with the youngest member.

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader, Jungkook X Noona

Genre: Angst, Fluff and Smut

A/N: Trying to work out the complicated feelings my poor noona heart has about Jungkook. Story begins in March 2014. Title comes from Big Bang’s “If You”.


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Chapter 1 - Trouble

It’s your first day of work at BigHit.

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Anonymous said: hi hi~~ first off i would like to say u are HILARIOUS, like ur posts and how u write them make me laugh legit out loud lmao. anyway i was wondeirn if oyu could do a got7 or exo reaction to a hidden prank break up. like oyu pretend to break up with them for a hidden prank? thank you kai <3 mucho love back at ya! ;D -mia <3

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A/N this is just cruel, but I like the idea, so enjoy Anonnie~ and thanks for the mucho love!



It would have been after practice, the boys were in on it, in fact they (and the manager) were the ones who asked if you could do it. It was both for the entertainment of the fans (and them, lezz be honest), but also to test his temper, considering he was one with a temper. You came to pick him up like always, but you were nervous, of course, you were about to fake break up with you boyfriend who you loved very much, and he seemed to be able to sense your off mood that night. He’s always been one to be able to pick up on small things, as Jinyoung had once said about his leader, and this was a rare moment where you hated that trait of his. You decided that the quicker you did this, the sooner you could tell him it was fake and, no, you didn’t want to actually break up with him.

Y/N: “Jae… We need to break up.” You spoke quietly, almost hoping he hadn’t heard you.

But he did and his head snapped up quickly while he was packing his bag.

Jaebum: “What?”

Y/N: “I said we need to break up.” You answered quickly.

There was a silence, and you grew worried he would be able to see through your acting as he stared at you closely.

Jaebum: “Okay, what’s wrong?”

Y/N: “What? Nothing. I’m just…. It’s not working out. We barely get to see each other and when we do, you’re too tired to want to do anything other than lay in bed or on the couch… I need something new.”

This was all a lie. You and Jae had talked about knowing what would come with this relationship, and you were fine with it as long as it was with him. And you made that clear, he was the one who was hesitant about this, not wanting you to feel unloved.

Jaebum: “That’s bull, and you know it. Tell me the truth Y/N.” You could see the anger growing in his eyes, but you knew he was trying to control himself for you.

You flinched, he never used your full name, it was either your nickname, babe, baby or Jagi. Never Y/N. You needed to end this quickly.

Y/N: “I’m sorry Jaebum.” You put emphasis on his full name, knowing he would take this more seriously if you did. Then you quickly turned and left the room.

BamBam: “That was good Y/N. Even I believed it.”

Y/N: “Ugh, I feel horrible, can I please go in and tell him it was a hidden prank?”

They made you wait a few minutes to go back in, but when Jaebum walked out of the room, angrily running his hands through his hair, that plan was ruined. He looked up and saw you with the rest of his members, his eyes narrowed at the sight, but you could see pain in them. You didn’t ask, you need to give him a hug, and you did just that. 

Y/N: “It was a prank!” You say, wanting to get it over with.

Jackson: “Aww, c’mon, could have let it go on a little longer Y/N.”

You felt Jaebum laugh slightly underneath you, and you backed up to see him wearing a smile.

Jaebum: “Did they put you up to this?” He asks pointing to his members and when you nod he sends them a warning glare. “You guys are in trouble.” The guys quickly look at one another then run out of the room. “And you?” He looks to you with softer, but still stern eyes. “Don’t ever do that again, even as a prank.”

Originally posted by younggjaebum


It was done at the dorm, the members pretended to leave, but really, they were all waiting outside the front door. You and Jackson were sitting on the couch, and you had just said the horrible words.

Jackson: “But, why?”

You shrugged, using it as an excuse to look away from his pained eyes.

Y/N: “I think it would be for the best-”

Jackson: “For who!?” He cut you off, and you looked at him shocked, the only time he ever raised his voice in front of you was when he was overly excited about something.

Y/N: “For you mostly, I mean, I know how hard it is for you to juggle both work, your needs and me… So I thought-think, that if I were to step out of the picture, it would be better and healthier for you.” You speak calmly, trying to calm your own heart down. But seeing Jackson furiously shake his head at your words made your heart ache more. Because it’s true, a part of you thinks this is true.

Jackson: “Y/N, you know that if I had a hard time with you and all that other stuff I would talk to you about it. If it got this far, I would only ask for a small break, a few months at the most, but never for a break up.” Jackson pleads. “I don’t want this Y/N, if anything this will just be worse. Let’s find a balance, how about just a break for a few months, okay?”

Y/N: “No Jackson. This is what I came up with, I thought a lot about it, and this is what I think is best. I have to go, okay?” You stand, and Jackson quickly follows. “Thanks for everything Jackson.” You smile and turn to leave.

However, Jackson follows just like you all predicted and when out in the hall, you two come face-to-face with the members and camera crew. 

Jackson: “What…?” He stops next to you looking at everyone confused, but slowly puts the pieces together and ends up laughing. “It was a prank!?” He asks, looking to you, his eyes now shining, no longer looking pained.

Y/N: “Yeah, they made me do it. I’m so sorry.” You say as he pulls you into a hug.

Jackson: “Ahhhhh, I thought I was losing you! Y/N!!” He screeches, hugging you harder and spinning you. He screams again, letting out all his worries and fears he was holding a few seconds ago.

Y/N: “You’re not mad?” You ask, looking at him carefully after he sets you down.

Jackson: “No. But I’m mad at them!” He shouts glaring at his members.

You laugh as you watch as he begins to wrestle with BamBam and Jinyoung.

Originally posted by mauloveskpop


He would know, lezz be honest. He’s smart and logical, and he’s an actor, and you’re not the best actor. So he would know what was coming from how nervous you had been for the past few hours, and from the members and how they’ve been acting as well as the manager and camera crew. He would have seen it coming. He wouldn’t know exactly what was coming, but he knew it was prank. So when you said the words ‘break up’ he knew that must have been it. He would play with you and would nod understandingly, not making the big fuss you were probably hoping for. You realized he must have figured it out, knowing how in-tune your boyfriend is, so you decided to take it to next level and use those text that your ex was writing to you, and that you showed to Jinyoung as the reason for the break up. However, still not believing it, Jinyoung just said that if that’s what you need, then he’ll except it. Though it was a prank on a prank, you still felt hurt, and want to get him back, you allowed your tears to flow, catching Jinyoung off guard. He would apologize and pull you into his arms tightly.

Y/N: “Jinyoung, why are you so mean? It was only a prank. Do you really want to break up?” You ask looking up at him, making sure he could see your tears.

Jinyoung: “No, no, I knew about the prank and-”

You knew now that you got him, and decided to take it further.

Y/N: “If that’s what you want then…” You stood and grabbed your bag, showing that you were leaving him.

You made your way to the door with Jinyoung standing to follow you. You opened the door.

Jinyoung: “Aish, Y/N, I’m sorry, I was only prancking you back. I don’t actually want to break up.”

You let the members and camera crew in, now smiling as you looked back to your now confused boyfriend.

Y/N: “I know, but I got you on this part didn’t I?” You ask smirking at Jinyoung.

He sighs, now looking fed up. 

Jinyoung: “Ahhh, you got me. I was expecting the first, but I didn’t expect you to cry and react like this.”

Y/N: “I figured, that’s why I decided to cry and see if I could catch you off guard. I out smarted you huh?” You ask smiling.

Jinyoung: “I thought I really made us break up.” He laughs. “I suddenly got so worried and didn’t know what to do.” 

You run over and throw your arms around him. 

Y/N: “No way. I love you Jinyounggie.” You whisper the last part that he returns in his own whisper.

(him apologizing to you)

Originally posted by jypnior


This would be the first time that you see Mark angry, and angry at you. Usually Mark was able to keep his patience with you, and usually if he got mad at you, he would simply talk to you about it. However at this moment he was angry, and you could see it clearly in his eyes, and he wasn’t trying to hide it from you. You had told him you wanted to break up because you realized you couldn’t handle the glory and public attention that came with him. That was when he got mad, not at you, but at everything and everyone. You quickly left the practice room and looked through the window along with the other members to see Mark sitting on the couch, his face in his hands. 

Y/N: “This is horrible, I need to go in there and tell him the truth, look at him…”

Jaebum: “Yeah, he’s taking this harder than we thought.”

You walked back in quickly and squatted down in front of him and placed a gentle hand on his knee.

Y/N: “I’m sorry. It was a prank thought up by your manager and members. They wanted it for a hidden camera.”

Mark looks up slowly and you see pain in his eyes as well as tears. He doesn’t say anything and simply pulls you into a tight hug.

Originally posted by etherealjackson


You would have told him before you all were going out to dinner. You would have called him and told him over the phone, saying that you wouldn’t make it and that you didn’t want to see him again. Of course there would be cameras around, and he wouldn’t think much of it because this dinner was going to be filmed for the fans. So they caught the reaction of Youngjae freaking out over the phone while they’re driving to the restaurant. However, little did he know that you were waiting for him in front of the restaurant. When the car finally pulled up, Youngjae didn’t notice you.

Y/N: “Youngjae oppa!” You would call with a big smile.

Youngjae wouldn’t have looked over, thinking it was just fan, however, you were standing by the body guard at the front door of the restaurant. So when they walked up, you would see Youngjae standing behind the group, his face down cast, wishing he had you on his arm so he could smile with you again. He tried to walk by, still noticing you, so you placed a hand on his chest to stop him from walking by. That was when he looked up and his eyes met with yours and his grew wide.

Youngjae: “Y/N?! What’re you doing here!?”

Y/N: “Telling you it was just a prank that your mean members decided to play on you. And… If you’re willing to forgive me, I’m hoping you’ll allow me to accompany you to dinner like we planed tonight?” You spoke softly, giving him a  shy smile.

However Youngjae simply gave you his hugest smile that you loved and pulled you into his arms.

Youngjae: “Ahhhh! Y/N! You’re going to be the death of me!”

Originally posted by holyfuckmark


You told BamBam that you were getting back with your ex that has been texting you and actually trying to get back with you. That was true, and BamBam knew it, as he was the one who was helping you try to get rid of your persistent ex, what wasn’t true was that you were getting back with him. It would just be more believable if you used that story considering he knew your ex was texting you.

BamBam: “But why? You were so eager to get rid of him last week, what changed now?” You simply shrugged. “But he treated you horribly last time, what makes you think that’s going to change this time? Do you just not want to be with me and you’re using this as an excuse? I’d prefer you to just tell me you don’t want to be with me rather than say you’re getting back with your ex.” He mumbles looking down at his hands, frustrated with this situation.

Y/N: “No. We talked all last night, and he really seems to have changed. I want to give him a second chance.” You lie.

BamBam looks up at you, his face now void of any emotion. This wasn’t a BamBam you liked to see. You preferred the animated and sweet BamBam more than anything else.

BamBam: “I can take care of you better Y/N, I have been for the months that we… … Haven’t I?” He ask after hesitating, looking at you confused, like he really doesn’t get what was happening.

Y/N: “I miss him, I want to go back to him BamBam. I’m sorry.” You speak softly.

BamBam runs his hands through his hair, frustrated as he sighs deeply. 

BamBam: “This doesn’t make sense! Is he blackmailing you?” He asks, but you shake your head. “Y/N, please tell me this is a joke. Please.”

There’s a knock on your door, and you move on to the next plan of the prank. 

Y/N: “That’s him. I think you should go now BamBam. I’m sorry, and thank you for everything these past few months-”

He cuts you off and angrily stands and rushes to the door, however when he opens the door standing there isn’t your ex, but the rest of Got7 with huge smiles on their faces. BamBam looks to you, confused and you smile to him.

Y/N: “Surprise! It’s a prank!” You shout, hoping he’ll be okay with this.

It takes BamBam a moment, but then he breaks down laughing hard. Covering his face with his hands and you walk over to him and pull him into a hug that he tightly returns.

Jackson: “What were you going to do if her ex was really at the door?” Jackson asks laughing.

BamBam: “Fight him. I was gonna fight him.” BamBam replies with a smile as everyone else laughs at the thought.

Originally posted by mauloveskpop


They would make you say that you were dating one of them, and the plan would be to have the one who would be your ‘new boyfriend’ –which would be chosen as JB, to walk into the room at the end. To see Yugyeom’s true love for you, and whether he would stand up against his leader for you, or let it happen.After you had told Yugyeom, he had asked who it was, and you tried to avoid the question, but he wouldn’t let it go. Eventually you said the name Yugyeom would want to be the last name to be said. But it was, and you could the see the hesitation in his eyes. Then, the door opened like you had expected, and in walked JB, he said hi to you, like he had planned, considering in the lie, you two would be hiding your feelings for one another. However, Yugyeom spoke up.

Yugyeom: “I know.”

JB would look to Yugyeom and then you, his acting skills on point. 

Jaebum: “Oh, so… Does that mean you two are broken up?” He would ask.

Y/N: “Ye-”

Yugyeom: “No.” He would speak. “I’m sorry, I respect you, but I can’t let this happen. Y/N means too much to me, and you know that. So please…” He himself didn’t even know what he was asking, for JB to not love you? Anything. He didn’t want to lose you or JB, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to handle seeing you and JB together.

You could see the tears growing in Yugyeom’s eyes and frantically look to JB, hoping he would let go of the prank and come clean.

Jaebum stared at Yugyeom for a few seconds, then broke into a smile and pulled his maknae into a hug. 

Jaebum: “Ahh, don’t cry. It’s a prank, it’s a prank.” He pulled away and ruffled Yugyeom’s hair. “You seriously think I would do that to you?”

Yugyeom simply laughed and looked to you.

Yugyeom: “So you’re still my girlfriend?” He asks.

Y/N: “Of course!” You reply, pulling him into a giant hug as he returns the hug with just as much, if not more, love and firmness as he kissed the top of your head.

Originally posted by got7gifs

new rules

Summary: Same dating game, with some brand new rules.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 950

A/N: My entry for my sweet @just-some-drabbles 4k writing challenge! Congrats again, love! This is my first time writing Wanda + may or may not be based on personal experience; nevertheless, I hope you all enjoy! | masterlist

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If you wanted us to date, you didn’t have to go to such extremes // SHAWN MENDES

Overview: Shawn and Y/n both like each other but are too scared to admit it too each other in case it ruins their friendship. One of Y/n’s friends encourages her to do something about it

Requested: nope

Author’s note: The friend characters are fictional and aren’t based on any of Shawn’s real friends :-)

“So, you and Shawn huh?” Lucy teases me, her elbow nudging mine. It was a Saturday and a group of friends, including Shawn and I, decided to head to the shopping mall.

“What do you mean?” I ask, letting my hair fall to hide my flushed cheeks.

“Oh come on,” She giggles. Our pace had slowed and now we were trailing behind the group. “It’s so obvious that you’re both head over heels for each other,”

My gaze locks onto Shawn’s back as he walks in front of me. I watched as he shoves Damon away as he whispered something into Shawn’s ear, laughing.

“I don’t think Shawn li-“

“If you’re about to say likes you, don’t do it.” She meets my eyes. “As a complete third party opinion, my input would be that Shawn’s dying to be with you and you’re dying to be with him yet you both just can’t seem to tell each other,”

“I don’t think that-“

She holds up her hand to stop me talking. “Okay so point A. You hate sharing food with anyone. If I want some, I have to take some when you’re not looking,”

“You take me food?” I ask shocked.

“Not important,” She says and I laugh, shaking my head.

“Last Tuesday when we got Indian, Shawn asked for some of your butter chicken. What was the response?” She pauses, giving me a knowing look. “Oh Shawn, of course you can have some of my chicken Shawn,” She says in a high dramatic voice.

“Shush, they might hear you,” I laugh, looking ahead to see if anyone turned around although the quiet hum of noise in the mall seemed to just cover her voice.

“Point B, Shawn is like, always touching you 95% of the time. Whether it be his hand on your knee when we’re sitting down for dinner, his arm around your shoulders when we’re walking or even his hand on your back- just friends don’t do that,”

“I suppose so but in our friendship that’s what we do,” I say, smiling at her.

Lucy rolls her eyes. “Point C. The way you guys look at each other. Enough said.”

“You mean the look of friends?” I ask giggling.

“No!” she groans. “He looks at you like you’re his whole world, which, by the way, if that isn’t relationship goals I don’t know what is,”

“What’s you’re point with this?” I whisper as we approach the group that had stopped to look in a shop window.

“I want to devise a plan to get you and him to date,” She says, a grin forming on her face.

“And you think he would actually want to go out with me?” I raise an eyebrow septically.

“Who wants to go out with you?” Shawn asks, walking over and throwing an arm around my shoulder, tucking me into his side. Lucy gives me a look.

“No one-“

“There’s this guy that’s really interested in Y/n,” Lucy buts in. I shoot her a confused glance and she smiles reassuringly.

“Oh,” Shawn frowns for a moment. “And you’re going to ask him out?” he asks me, face blank of emotions.

“Well… I’m not sure if he would say yes to me,” I mumble. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice Lucy nodding at me enthusiastically.

“He’d be pretty stupid to say no,” Shawn says so quietly that I barely catch it.

“You think?” I ask, meeting his caramel eyes.

“Yeah,” He breathes, the noise in the room seeming to disappear.

“Oh he would so say yes,” another voice breaks me out of the haze.

“Lucy!” I say laughing.

“Well its true I mean, look at the signs,” She shrugs her shoulders.

“If he’s giving these ‘signs’ you girls are talking about, than you should go for it. I mean like, the guy could just be scared to tell you how he feels in case it scares you way,” Shawn adds, nodding his head as if he knew exactly what we were talking about.

“Shawn, you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into right now,” I tease, nudging his side as we began waking again.

“Girl talk can be dangerous water Mendes,” Lucy mentions, falling into stride.

“I can swim,” He smirks, his arm slipping down from my shoulders to my waist where his hand rested on my hip.

“So you think that if this guy likes me and is showing all the signs- I should just go for it and tell him how I feel,” I ask Shawn, my nerves picking up from what I’m about to do.

“As I said before, he’d be stupid not to say yes to you so if you feel that way about him, go for it” Shawn doesn’t meet my eyes as he talks.

“So I should go straight up to him and be like, I like you,”

“Why not?” he says, glancing at me quickly.

“I like you,” I say abruptly, as soon as the words are out of his mouth.

“Yeah, just like that,” Shawn replies, not looking down at me, one hand reaching up to ruffle his hair.

“No Shawn, I like you,

At first, he doesn’t seem to realise what I’ve confessed.

“Are you serious?” He stops, pulling me back to him when I went to continue walking.

“Of course I’m serious,” I say, a weak smile on my face. Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything.

“Holy shit,” his hands drop mine and a shocked look appears on his face.

“Damon!” He calls to the group ahead and the tallest turns around to face us. “You were fucking right,” His face breaks out in a grin.

“I told you to do it man,” Damon calls back laughing, shooting me a thumbs up.

Shawn turns back to me smirking.

“You know,” He trails off, moving back slightly to lean against the wall, pulling me gently so I stood in-between his legs. “If you wanted us to date, you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

Bad Boy!Yoongi

Okay before I start this I just want to say the mv fucked me up so hardcore rn man I can’t but the song is so amazing and I’m so in love with it everything from the raps to the vocals to the chorus to everything but here’s some bad boy!Yoongi (also thank you to my friend for helping inspire this)

  • This edition of the bad boy AU is not one, not two but three AUs in one (bad boy, high school and boyfriend) so please enjoy this post of feels bc bad boy!Yoongi hurts me
  • Picture time
  • Is forever in baggy shirts but wears black skinny jeans 24/7 
  • Definitely has an eyebrow piercing also has a lip piercing (spider bites) and a septum piercing
  • He has this tattoo on his collarbone that just barely peeks out of his shirt and no one knows what it says except for you
  • He’s actually pretty tatted up tbh
  • He has a sleeve on his left arm and like most people figured he just added random things to fill up space but he actually planned it all out
  • Each and every little tattoo has a meaning and there’s a reason it’s in that specific spot and it’s so very carefully thought out
  • One of my friends and I were discussing bad boy!Yoongi and she mentioned his green hair now I can’t picture it any other way
  • Side note you helped him dye it
  • He literally calls you at three in the morning and just says “come out”
  • He takes you to his house and pulls you into the bathroom and hands you the hair dye
  • Honestly it’s not your first time dying it, you’ve always been the one he went to help him dye his hair so at this point you two are pros
  • When he shows up at school the next day, he has this mint colored hair and he does pull it off amazingly
  • Like everyday after school he waits for you outside bc he’s your ride home
  • And that day, he’s just leaned up against the wall with his freshly dyed hair and his leather jacket thrown over one of his shoulders and he already has his sunglasses in place and he has people staring at him bc it’s a v v nice look
  • And you finally come out of class to see him there and you notice the small crowd around him that’s trying to look subtle bc the last thing you wanna do is bother Min Yoongi
  • But when he sees you he gives you that gummy smile he reserves just for you and he just walks over and throws his arm over your shoulders and walks out and basically everyone is staring at you two bc wow
  • No one at school really knows how you two got together they just knew anyone who hurt you or tried to flirt with you dealt with Yoongi
  • Everyone knew if they wanted to get to you they had to get through him and six other boys and no one really wanted to do that so you were never bothered
  • There is this one time though some guy gets cocky enough to ask you out right in front of Yoongi
  • At first everyone’s silent bc did this kid really just do that and the only thing Yoongi does is tilt his head
  • His grip on you tightens and he just glares at the boy and honestly the look makes you a lil intimidated too
  • “You have three seconds to get yourself out of my sight unless you want us to have a little talk out back. It’s really your choice.”
  • You’ve never seen someone run so fast
  • But actually the entire relationship happened pretty quickly
  • Yoongi actually had this huge crush on you but he’d never tell anyone that except literally all of the members know bc Yoongi is not a subtle man
  • He never really speaks to you besides the few times you two have bumped into each other
  • But one day, you’re sat on the steps in front of the school and you’d had a really bad day like you’d failed a test, you’d been late to a class, you’d forgotten your wallet at home so you couldn’t buy lunch and now your car wouldn’t start
  • You don’t even realize anyone is there since school ended a solid hour ago and most of the people have left so you just start crying out of frustration bc you live a good 15 minutes away from the school and that’s by car and now you have to wait for your parents to get off of work and that’s not happening anytime soon
  • But after a few minutes of crying you see someone’s shadow and you peek out to see Yoongi stood next to you
  • His normal glare is gone and instead he has this look of concern and he just holds out his hand
  • You’re still a bit ??? bc you didn’t even know his real name (he always went by Suga and no one really knew his actual name) but you still took his hand and let him pull you up
  • He just leads you over to his motorcycle and hands you the helmet but before you put it on he wipes your tears away and his touch is so much more gentle than you’d expected and his hands are actually really warm
  • He pulls out his phone and his earphones and hands them to you and he sets up this lil playlist and tells you to listen to it on the ride bc it’ll help calm you down
  • You get onto the bike with him and he tells you to hold on tight and he makes sure you’re comfortable before he starts it up
  • You actually find the ride really relaxing
  • The music does really help and you quickly forget you were ever upset and the wind is adding into the calming effect
  • When he does stop all you hear are people cheering and someone rapping
  • He took you to an underground rap event bc that’s always where he went when he wanted to get away
  • You just look around really amazed by all of it and you feel his hand slip into yours but he’s refusing to look at you or acknowledge it really
  • He leads you to the front and you’re still in awe of the crowd and the fact that you’re holding hands with the “coldest man in Daegu”
  • You notice that’s everyone’s greeting him with really excited eyes and asking if he’ll be performing tonight and he keeps saying he’s just there to watch tonight and they get so disappointed
  • You get curious and ask him if he raps bc these people obviously know him
  • Before he can even answer, one of his members, the one you recognize as Namjoon, just shoves him to the front and tosses him a microphone
  • He literally has no choice bc now everyone’s cheering and yelling his name and you just smile at him bc now you’re really curious
  • He starts rapping and you’re just like w o w okay
  • He looks so at home in front of the crowd and the way he raps is breathtaking and that awed look returns to your eyes but this time it’s directed at him and it honestly only boosts his confidence and he definitely throws you a few smirks
  • When he gets off stage, he just goes straight over to you 
  • You tell him he was pretty good bc you’re trying to be casual and act like you weren’t blown away and he’s just like “pretty good? That’s not what your reaction said”
  • You just roll your eyes but both of you know you were really impressed and you two stay there for the rest of the night just listening to the different rappers
  • At one point, the night breeze sends a lil shiver down your spine but Yoongi notices and just really subtly takes off his jacket and places it over your shoulders
  • You just have to smile to yourself bc he’s doing that thing where he pretends he didn’t do something really cute bc he’s lowkey embarrassed by it but you do whisper a quiet “thank you” into his ear
  • By the time he takes you home, you’re laughing louder than you ever have and he has the widest grin on his face bc he finds your laugh adorable
  • He really doesn’t want you to go and he’s leaned against his motorcycle refusing to let go of your hand
  • You’re just laughing and you finally let him pull you back and he just gives you that lil gummy smile and his arms go around your waist
  • He just really casually kisses you, as if it was something you two did every day but you don’t mind at all bc it cuts any hint of awkwardness
  • When you open your eyes you just see him giving you this really fond look and you never once thought you’d seen the man that glared at anyone within five feet give anyone such a soft look
  • You’re both just smiling like idiots at that point and you step back bc it’s time to go unfortunately
  •  "I’ll see you later Suga"
  • “You can call me Yoongi”

Concept: Loki, pinstripe suit, hat hiding his eyes in shadows, arms throw over the back of the chair and legs splayed wide, cigarette between his lips, tommy gun dangling in one hand.

Behind him Tony, one hand on his shoulder, one wearing a gauntlet pointing at the audience. Solid colored suit, bright tie, vicious smile. 

Background text: Don’t touch my stuff

Get Off My Desk Part 8

A/N: Just picture Seb from a few days ago

Word Count: 962

Warnings: Nothing bad.


“So… I want you to wear the… leather jacket. All day.” You said, happy with your choice. Because, let’s face it. He rocked the jacket.

He nodded, happy with what you choose and as the two of you paid for the jacket, you were unaware what that jacket was going to lead to that night.

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Please? Part Twelve

This takes place around season 2, episode 5 when Daryl is taken down by his own arrow. He’s rushed to Hershel, needing help taking the arrow out of his side, but you aren’t able to see Daryl in this shape. Not until he calls for you, begging you to stay by his side.

  1. Please?
  2. Please?
  3. Please?
  4. Please?
  5. Please?
  6. Please?
  7. Please?
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  • Daryl Dixon x Reader
  • 2066 words
  • Warnings: Language

Only two prisoners survived that day. You were lucky that Daryl was there to keep you safe, to keep you sane. Watching as the others killed those men, it wasn’t exactly unnatural anymore. You just weren’t used to it.

But with the bad ones gone, things were peaceful around the prison, getting back to semi-normal life wasn’t so hard once everyone started working together, including Daryl. He was a lot happier knowing you could go on runs now, that you know how to kill walkers without hesitating.

You had moved everything into a cell at the end of the block, hoping Daryl wouldn’t mind. He had a few things to grumble about but all-in-all, he was just happy to be there with you, without much of anything to worry about except for getting this place up and running.


“Rick?” You walk over and touch his shoulder gently, waiting for him to turn around and face you.

He turns and smiles, a genuine smile. “How can I help you?” He asks, his drawl thick and a little rough, though still very welcoming.

“Have you seen Daryl?” You ask, taking another look around the field. It’s completely empty of bodies now, just lots of space to do whatever with. It starts to feel like Hershel’s farm again, a nice, homey feeling.

“Here!” Daryl pops his head around the truck that’s overturned in front of you. Startled, you take a few steps back and Daryl cracks a long smile, trying to hold back a chuckle. “Sorry, darlin’. You was asleep an’ Rick needed me.”

You shrug your shoulder and shake your head. “It’s fine. I was just worried they sent you off without me.”

Rick chuckles. “I don’t think he will go anywhere without you, Y/N.”

“’Ey.” Daryl walks over and throws his arm around you, pulling you close to him for a kiss on the side of your head. The affectionate side of Daryl was nice, especially when he lets his guard down and does little things like that in public. “Can’t leave her behind. She’s got my back.”

Rick nods and smiles, looking over the two of you to Carol, who is helping T-Dog with something on the other side of the truck. “Where’s Glenn and Maggie?”

She looks over, shrugs, and turns back to T-Dog before the two walk over, Carol with her hands on her hips and T-Dog with a smile on his face, as always. You shoot him a warming smile before Daryl starts speaking.

“Tower.” He lets go of you and points to the tower you saw the two lovebirds disappear in last night.

“That tower? Weren’t they there last night?” Rick puts his hands on his hips and looks up, then shields his eyes from the burning sun.

Daryl smirks and takes a few steps ahead. “Glenn!! Maggie!!!” He calls, his voice causing your brain to rattle, but in a good way. The quiet ones are always the loudest.

A head shoots up, moving quickly around the tower and poking out of the door. It’s Glenn, and he’s fussing with the zipper on his jeans. He’s shirtless and you can hardly see his face, but you know he’s blushing.

Everyone laughs, watching Maggie appear then disappear again, a little bit of her head still seen as she pulls her shirt on, still inside the tower.

You glance at Carol, whose beside you, and laugh, bumping your knuckles with her. “Awe, aren’t they cute?” You tease in a whisper.

Daryl places his hands on his hips, mimicking T-Dog and Rick, squinting up as he watching Glenn fix himself. “Ya comin’?” He calls, that smirk still smeared across his face.

Glenn pauses then glances inside, looking at Maggie with confusion across his face. “What?” He calls back, his fingers are still fumbling with his belt.

You, Rick, Carol, Daryl, and T-Dog all bust out in a fit of giggles. It isn’t a secret that Glenn and Maggie sneak around, finding hiding places for themselves almost every chance they get, but it isn’t often when half the group finds them and gets to tease them.

Daryl clears his throat. “You comin’?” He laughs as he asks, he shifts his weight from one foot to the other and glances back at you, giving you a wink.

Glenn is silent, but Maggie walks out and shoots Daryl a nasty look, her shirt all askew on her tiny frame.

“Alright, enough fun.” Rick chuckles, trying to pull the attention away from the two. “Come on.”

There’s a pause after he turns away. You follow his gaze and notice two figures walking up, one much shorter than the other. That’s when you realize it’s the prisoners.

“Come with me.” Rick motions for Daryl and takes off to meet them halfway.

“Stay.” Daryl catches your hand and keeps you still, looking you dead in the eyes. He takes off without letting you reply, following Rick and taking his place behind him.

Not wanting to argue, you stay closer to Carol, listening in to the two men complain about the dead bodies they had to burn, try to argue their case to live with the rest of them, tell Rick they were good guys, just went the wrong way once.

It doesn’t take long. Daryl and Rick shoot them down, send them back. None of you want them around, not after what happened. You don’t feel comfortable around them, Carol doesn’t feel comfortable around them, and it isn’t just because of their uniforms.


“I wonder if there are any razors in there.” Carol lets out a breathy laugh and puts some of the firewood into the truck that the men already brought over. “It would be nice to know the feeling again.”

You have the door open, sitting in the driver’s seat. You giggle and nod your head, some hair falling into your face. You have wondered about cutting it once or twice. “Oh, don’t even mention that! I just want to feel what it’s like to see my legs again.”

Carol laughs and she leans against the truck, her foot crossed over her other. “I imagine Daryl doesn’t care what those legs look like.”

“Carol!” You giggle and playfully throw a twig at her. It misses her, landing just in front of her. “He doesn’t pay attention to things like that.”

“Really?” Carol crosses her arms and glances over at them. Daryl, Glenn, and Rick are walking up to the fence with armloads of wood. “Honestly, I picture him as the type that wants a clean shaven woman.”

“I don’t think he knows what he wants.” You reply, watching Daryl stretch out his arms, flexing them unknowingly, and holding back the fence for Rick and Glenn to get through. “He doesn’t seem to understand how relationships work.”

Maggie walks over and leans on the door that is open and looks at you, her face still bright from the events of this morning. “Daryl? How do you mean?” She scrunches up her nose when she asked.

“It’s no big deal. I mean just little things, like when we first got here, he thought I would want a cell to myself. We haven’t been apart in months and suddenly he thinks I don’t want to sleep with him anymore.” You explain.

“Wait, haven’t you guys…?” Maggie trails off and bites her lip.

Carol exchanges a look with you before you both look over at Maggie. “We aren’t rabbits like you and Glenn are.” You huff. A little blush spreads across her cheeks. “But… no. We haven’t. And I’m not going to push him.”

“Too bad they don’t have vibrators in there.” Carol kids, a huge smile spreading across her face.

“Carol!” You laugh. The thought has crossed your mind, you didn’t want to admit it. Daryl just wasn’t into anything beyond a little kissing or holding. Not even before, on Hershel’s farm. Those long nights in his tent while he was injured, most of them were spent with his head in your lap and nothing else.

Not that you’re complaining. The times you get to spend with Daryl alone are fantastic, even if nothing happens. You’re just happy he wants to do anything at all. It’s better than having him mad at you and the group.

“Go Hershel!” Glenn’s voice carries across the land, scaring you and Maggie, but all three of you turn to see Hershel walking across the road, a pair of crutches supporting him.

You smile. You’re glad he’s doing great, walking on his own. You were afraid he wouldn’t want to get up and do anything, but then again this is Hershel, and he cannot stand to be the man down. Even in his old age, he did a lot of the work when you were on the run, staying in random houses. He fought a lot.

He has two daughters he has to protect, and then you. Hershel helped you so much, so many times, you feel like you owe him something.

In your thoughts, you didn’t notice the figures behind Hershel, Carl, and Lori. You don’t notice until someone screams and Carl’s face falls, turning around to see what’s behind him.

Jarring you out of your thoughts, you see walkers, nearly two dozen, spewing out around the three. They’re fast, faster than normal.

You and Carol race up the hill, Maggie just ahead of you. You can’t remember where your gun is, or if anybody else has one.

Half of them prove you wrong with guns going off left and right. You hear Daryl and Rick calling for you and Lori. Carol hands you a gun and both of you start to shoot, aiming at heads and running over to one of the gates, after making sure Hershel and the others are safe somewhere.

Maggie calls for you and Lori, waving you over through a door. You look over your shoulder and see Carol is gone and so is T-Dog.

“Y/N!” Maggie calls, shooting at a walker that was sneaking up on you.

After a jump, you run over, running by Maggie and helping Lori and Carl through the hallways.

“Was Daryl okay?” You ask. “Carol? T-Dog?”

“I saw Hershel and Beth. They’re safe.” Lori nods and waddles her way through hallway after hallway, trying to avoid the walkers as they come from each and every direction you try to go.

It’s hell all over again—the farm. This brings back memories you thought you had hidden away, causing you to panic just a little more.

Carl is being the front man, leading you all through the doors with little to no monsters, shooting the ones he could. He’s so brave, he doesn’t deserve this. He doesn’thave the chance to be a kid, a teenager, a son.

“Oh!” Lori falls against the wall and holds her stomach. “No…”

“What?” Maggie lowers her gun and looks over. Your heart speeds up the second you see her face. That is the face of someone under a lot of stress, and someone about to deliver a baby.

“The baby is coming…” She mutters.

Maggie and Carl freeze, glancing at each other before you and Maggie grab her and pull her into a room. Carl shoots off a walker and runs in after, closing the door and locking it the best he can.

Alarms start sounding. Lori screams. You cover your ears and sit against the wall, the gun still in your hand. You feel helpless, wondering if this is going to be your resting place.

“I have to give birth. Now.” Lori stammers.

You open your eyes and look over.

“Carl. You’re going to have to help me. Y/N—“

“I can’t.” You bite your lip.

Maggie sighs and waves Carl over as she helps Lori out of her pants and onto the floor, spreading her legs. “Nothing… I can’t tell!” Maggie sounds frustrated, yet serious. Then again, she is always serious these days, hardly ever cracking a joke. She’s tough as nails.

This isn’t how things are meant to go. Lori is supposed to have the baby in a nice, calm area in the prison. This building was meant to be safe. Carl is supposed to be living like a kid, playing around in the grass. You and Daryl should be lying in your bunk right now, holding each other and knowing everything will be alright.


***When I had done the first part to this imagine, some people wanted to have the second part to see the birth, some wanted them as children and how Tig would interact with them , some wanted them as teenagers. So I decided to do something different and do this one as sort of a time lapse. Showing the boys at different stages in their lives in one story. Let me know how you guys like it ❤️***

Part 1 —> https://imagineredwood.tumblr.com/post/141239331370/i-think-ill-have-up-another-one-tonight

Opening your eyes, you winced at the bright lights, bringing your hand up cover them.

“How’re you feeling baby?”

Looking to the side, you saw Tig siting right beside the hospital bed in his chair, one of your beautiful babies cradled in his arm. You immediately lit up, seeing your child that you’d longed to see for months as he lay there asleep in his father’s embrace.

“Ok. Tired. And sore.”

Tig nodded with a chuckle.

“Well I’d be worried if you weren’t after all that.”

You laughed softly too and then winced, the pressure feeling uncomfortable.

Looking back, you noticed that Tig was only holding one of the twins. He saw your eyes and could read your mind.

“He’s over there.”

You followed his finger and looked across the room to see Chibs holding your other child, his big blue eyes wide open as the older man spoke to him in what sounded like Gaelic, Juice sitting close beside him and peering down at the baby in awe while Gemma was knitting some mittens over in the corner. Lyla was at the dresser unpacking your bag, putting your clothes away while Jax was at the door, telling the nurse that you had woken up and we’re feeling the pain coming back and asking if you could have some more meds. You smiled, your eyes welling up as you continued to look around your room in the maternity ward, your family all there and providing support. Tig noticed and smiled as well, reaching over with his free hand to caress your cheek lovingly. He was sure that the fluctuations of hormones your body was going through was throwing your emotions around and he simply stayed quiet, letting you shed your happy tears and wiping them away as they fell.

“I love you baby.”

“I love you too Tig.”

He leaned over to kiss you, his lips pressing against your ever so softly. As he pulled away, the baby began to stir and whine, his mouth sucking at the air and Tig grabbed him, beginning to place him on your chest.

“Looks like someone’s hungry.”

You grinned as he clung to you, using his tiny hands to pull himself up your chest, his mouth moving along the skin of your chest, searching for your nipple. Chibs and Juice stayed focused in the corner, Jax going over with them to give you your privacy while Gemma stood and came over with a warm smile, helping you position yourself.

“Turn a little to the side and hold his bottom like this.”


“But I wanna go with Juice!”

“No I’m going with him!”

“No, me!”

“No me!”

“Both of you stop!”

The boys stopped bickering as you scolded them, pointing a finger at them. Their eyes looked up at you, ready to start pleading their case until Tig walked in. Then they immediately ran to him, hoping they’d trick him into letting them go on a ride with Juice.

“Daddy, I wanna go on Uncle Juice’s bike.”

“No I am!”

“Nu uh!”

“Boys, stop.”

They stopped again, Tig grimacing as you chuckled in the kitchen, knowing that you were waiting for him to get home so they could ambush him.

“You’re both too young, you’re not even 4 yet. You’re too small to be on a motorcycle just yet. You have to wait a couple more years.”

It didn’t take long for the water works to start, you grabbing your purse off of the counter along with your keys before you waved at Tig.

“See you boys. Be good for daddy.”

Suddenly they stopped whining and their tears dried up immediately, their heads snapping towards you before they rushed over to the door to start pulling on their shoes.“

“I’ll go with you mommy!”

“Me too!”

Now it was Tig’s turn to chuckle as you pouted. You thought you’d be able to get this weeks grocery shopping done quickly on your own but that didn’t seem to be the case. Instead, you walked back into the kitchen, grabbing a couple juice boxes and bags of chips, throwing them into a lunch box while the boys pulled on their sneakers. With their light up kicks on and ready to go, they stood back up and smiled, reaching up to grab each of your hands.

“Ready mommy.”


With your hand on the door knob, you knocked softly before slowly opening the door, Jake sleeping soundly in his bed. You smiled as you looked at your son, unable to believe that he was a teenager already. Sitting on the edge of the bed beside him, you placed your hand on his head, running your hand along his head softly as you leaned down to kiss his cheek.

“Time to wake up baby. You gotta start getting ready.”

The 14 year old grumbled, shaking his head and relaxing further into the bed.

“Five more minutes.”

“I’ve given you 20 more minutes. You gotta be at the bus stop in 30 minutes or you’re gonna miss it. And don’t you dare try to miss it on purpose again because I have no problem having dad drop you off.”

With a grunt, he nodded and began to sit up.


“Thank you baby. I’ll meet you down stairs. Hurry so you can eat some breakfast before you go.”

With that, you walked out of his room and back into the living room, Jason already dressed and half way done with his breakfast. You ran your fingers through his hair as you passed him, grabbing his cup to pour him some more orange Juice as Tig finally came out as well.

“Hairs getting long babe.”

Your son nodded, shoveling more scrambled eggs into his mouth as Tig responded.

“He’s trying to look like his old man. Get his hair as long and luscious as mine. Though his will never be as nice.”

You both laughed as Tig exaggeratedly shook his head, his curls dangling and swinging as he did. He chuckled himself as he began to pour himself a cup of coffee, leaning over to throw an arm around your waist and bring you in for a kiss.

“Gross. Get a room.”

You pulled away as you heard Jake’s voice, him walking into the living room shirtless for breakfast, smirking as his father punched his shoulder.

“Get a room my ass. You pay bills here? This whole house is my room.”

With a roll of your eyes, you pulled away from Tig and got a plate to begin serving your son breakfast as Tig poked his finger at them.

“And it ain’t gross. It’s the only reason you little shitheads exist.”

“Alright Tig, that’s enough about our sex life ok?”

The boys nodded, thankful for your intervention.“

"Thanks mom.” “Yeah really.”

You placed the plate of bacon and eggs down in front of your son.

“Hurry up and eat Jake. You got 20 minutes.”

“Do I have to go today? Chibs said he would show me how to fix and alternator today.”

“And he will, this afternoon when you come back from school.”

He said nothing, but you could still see the anger on his face and you softly took hold of his chin in your hand, pulling his face to look up at you.

“You have to go to school so you can build a skill. Something to fall back on and provide for yourself when we can’t. We won’t be here forever. Education is the one thing no one can take away from you. You don’t have to go to college and become some neuroscientist, but I do want you to have a basic education. Ok?”

His face softened and he nodded, knowing you only wanted the best for him.

“Ok mom.”

You smiled softly and squeezed his jaw gently before letting go and grabbing his brothers plate to put in the sink. As you turned around, you saw Tig staring at you, adoration in his eyes. You blushed but said nothing, starting to wash the plates and dirty pans from breakfast and get ready for work.


“Morning mom.”

“Good morning baby. And my other baby.”

The boys laughed and put out their cigarettes before they stood from the table in front of the clubhouse, taking you into their arms at the same time, the unmistakable sound of leather folding flooding your ears as their kuttes rubbed together in the group hug. You pulled away from them and placed a hand on each of their cheeks, staring up at their tall frames. They looked down at you with nothing but love, proud smiles on their faces at their new patches they’d gotten last night in church.

“How long is this lockdown for?”

“Don’t know yet. Probably a week or so. Maybe more. Three of the Croweaters that are roommates downtown were found dead this morning. Another Old Lady said she saw a car parked outside of her kids school two days in a row when she dropped them off. They sped away when they saw he trying to take down the plate. We don’t know for sure that they were related but Chibs wants everyone in here until he figures it out.”

You nodded and they moved with you, bringing you inside as they sensed your uneasiness.

“Don’t worry mom. Everything will be fine. We won’t let anything happen to you. You know that.”

You appreciated the sentiment but rolled your eyes none the less, lightening the mood.

“I used to wipe your butts and now you two are over here telling me you’ll protect me.”

The two boys, now men, smiled cockily, Jake walking further up ahead to open the door for you while Jason threw his arm around your shoulders.

“Well someone’s gotta be there to watch after you as you get old.”

“Old? I was kickin’ ass before you two were even a thought.”

“Yeah and now your sons can kick ass for you. Speaking of kicking ass, I saw how that cashier guy was looking at you yesterday at the store-”

With that, you rolled your eyes and your mom voice came out, despite their 6'3 shadows casted over you.

“Both of you get your asses inside before you father sends out a search party for us.”

They nodded reluctantly and went with you inside, Jake muttering to his brother about paying the cashier a visit later on, Jason immediately agreeing. You didn’t get a chance to scold them before they dashed off to the bar with childish smiles, Tig coming up behind you.

“Hey doll.”

“Hi baby.”

You shared a quick kiss and Tig passed you a glass of wine, you thanking him and taking a deep sip as his voice rang out.

“So I heard that cashier downtown was eyeing you…”