someone is pulling you away

Scratching the Itch

Square Filled- Friends to lovers

Rating- Explicit

Tags- Alpha!Dean x Omega!reader, smut,

Word Count- 2300ish

A/N: For @spnabobingo. Hope you enjoy! XOXO


Hunting’s a total blast until you hit your heat. In between each cycle, you only know how much fun it is to catch a case, to get on the road and feel the rumble of Dean’s car beneath you, all open windows and loud music. The fights are always rough, but in the way that makes you feel strong, in a way that makes your muscles ache with anticipation just to think about it. And of course, there’s the feeling of knowing that you saved someone, that you stopped one small little evil and left the world a little better for it.

But then your heat hits, and you remember. Hunting is not ideal for an Omega.

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BTS reaction to you getting shy over public skinship.

Request: can i please request a reaction if you have time and if they are open to when their s/o likes to be very cuddly alone but if someone is there with them they get super shy and embarrassed thank you so much.

A/N: finally, after a while, I got some inspo to write reactions, hope you enjoy this piece of fluff.


SEOKJIN
Jin was cooking dinner for the boys. They were coming over to have a movie night; you were okay with it but you preferred to have Jin for yourself. With their comeback he barely had time for you so you couldn’t help yourself, whenever he was around, you went in your full clingy mood. You wrapped your arms around him and kissed his shoulder. Jin sighed happily and took your hands into his.. When you heard the doorbell, you pulled away. Seokjin rolled his eyes and went to open the door, when he came back, he asked you to switch places. You nodded. You were about to grab the knife to cut the vegetables when you felt arms around your waist.“What are you doing?” You frowned and tried to turn around to face him.

“I asked you to switch places,” you nodded “and since you won’t hug me when those monkeys are around, I will do it,” he smiled and pecked your lips.

Originally posted by bwiseoks

YOONGI.

You were worried, Yoongi was gone for more than 8h, no messages or calls. You went to the studio. You figured he would be so engulfed in his work that he wouldn’t notice you until you wrapped your arms around him, that’s how it worked most of the time, except this time, it was different. As soon as you walked in the studio, there was a mop of brown hair resting against your chest as two arms wrapped around your waist. You looked down at Yoongi. He was sitting on his chair while hugging you tightly. You smiled, running your hands through his hair while asking “did my baby miss me?” You were so focused on Yoongi that you didn’t realize the rest of Bangtan was there until you heard them coo. When you looked up, you came face to face with a standing Jimin, phone in hands, about to take a picture. You blushed and pulled out of Yoongi’s grip. The latter frowned at your reaction and pushed Jimin away. He grabbed your arm and pulled you down onto his lap “We can leave now, he doesn’t need us anymore” you hid your face on his neck, embarrassed and Yoongi smiled, mumbling a “that’s right” while kissing your head.

Originally posted by meanyoongis

HOSEOK
You were sitting between his legs, resting your back on his chest while you played with his hands. Hoseok had been working on the choreo for the comeback but as soon as he got a break, he called you. You were lost in your mind so you didn’t realize that the maknae had walked in. When you heard Hoseok talk to someone, you opened your eyes and looked at Jeongguk. You pulled away embarrassed, trying to hide your face in your hands. Hoseok cooed at your cuteness, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest.

Originally posted by hobies

NAMJOON.

You asked Namjoon for help to get over your shyness before the album party, you never thought Namjoon would use said party to help you. Whenever someone came near the two of you, he happily wrapped his arms around you and kissed your cheek. He introduced you as his girlfriend and the girl who stole his heart. Namjoon kept smiling and when he saw you blush, he pulled you even closer, kissing your head and whispering “you get even prettier when you’re embarrassed”. It wasn’t the most comfortable way, but it worked.

Originally posted by jjeonguk

JIMIN

You were watching a movie with the guys when Jimin wrapped his arms around you. You looked around at the rest of the boys but their focus was on the movie. After some time tho, the movie got boring and Taehyung looked at his best friend, trying to get his attention. When you locked eyes with Taehyung you blushed and hid in Jimin’s chest. Jimin, being the tiny ball he is, also got shy. He wrapped you in a blanket because “baby if you can’t see them, they can’t see you” You smiled fondly at his words and kissed his cheek. 

Originally posted by jiyoongis

TAEHYUNG.
You decided to surprise Taehyung since he had been working all day. The guys loved you so you had a spare key to the dorms. When you reached Taehyungs room, you walked in and sat down on his bed. After one hour of waiting you decided to lay down and wait for him. Practice was supposed to end around 9 but it was already 10. You felt your eyes close and you curled on a pillow, drifting away. You were so out of it that you didn’t realize your boyfriend had arrived until you felt his arms wrap around you. You opened your eyes to peck his lips but then you saw Namjoon walking to his bed, you frowned and tried to push Taehyung away. He whined and tightened his hold around you “you’re not leaving today, I missed you so much, I need to cuddle my favorite human” Taehyung smiled, nuzzling his nose on your cheek as you blushed furiously. Namjoon chuckled grabbing his pillow “I will sleep on the couch, sweet dreams my favorite humans”. You blushed even more if possible and mumbled an apology while hiding your face in your boyfriend’s chest. “See, you made him leave” Taehyung joked and you pulled away pouting, he smiled and placed kisses all over your face “i missed you sooooo much”

Originally posted by jjks

JEONGGUK.

Jeongguk called you over to play video games as soon as the members fell asleep. You played for one hour but got tired of losing so you gave up. You were sitting on top of Jeongguk, head nuzzled on his neck while he played with your hair when you heard Seokjin walk downstairs. You were quick to move, sitting down next to Jeongguk and taking the controller. When you looked at your boyfriend and saw his teasing smile, you coughed awkwardly and said “so, are you ready for some ass beating?”

“I was ready for some cuddles,” he stuck his bottom lip out in a pout “I’m cold now” You poked his cheek and said the words that would make him forget everything “aww someone is afraid of losing”.

That was enough to make him take the controller and forget about everything.

Originally posted by jkguks

anonymous asked:

Well, this is kinda angsty, but can I request a scenario where zen & mc are together and in the last rfa party zen slept with jaehee and after a few days jaehee couldn't deal with the blame and told mc in front of all rfa but MC pretended not to believe her (andthenrfa*cof*saeran*cof*tryingtocomforther). This is ridiculously specific, i know lolol but feel free if you don't want to do it, it's okay, or if you want to change anything just do it 😅 I love love love your blog and your writing ❤❤❤❤❤

Ok so this post actually ended up being realllly long and I don’t know how to do the ‘read more’ thing so I’m really sorry to anyone trying to scroll by
Oops 

And I’m so glad you like my writing, and I’m also really glad I got this request because at first I wasn’t sure how to write it (I basically ended up writing a fanfiction using bullet points haha oops) but I had a lot of fun doing it.

Disclaimer: I don’t think Zen would ever cheat and I actually don’t think Jaehee has any romantic feelings for him, just admiring adoration.

And I know you said I could change things
but it’s rlly angsty 
and I’m an angst monster and I kinda love it sooo i’m gonna keep it exactly how you wrote it  

let’s do it

  • Zen had always been flirty with you
  • And at some point..you had started flirting back
  • And soon it was more than flirting and you found yourself head over heels for each other
  • Constant phone calls too each other where you’d gush over how you wished you could see each other
  • Good morning and Goodnight texts
  • The occasional shameless flirt in the public chat
  • Once you two met at the first RFA party it was like a scene from a Disney movie, you two all but ran to each other and he swung you around once he snagged you in a tight embrace
  • Looking into his eyes you swore this could be love
  • He did too.
  • He really did swear he was in love with you
  • You were everything he had hoped and more
  • You were the person that woke him up everyday and put a smile on his face, you were the person that he thought of when love songs came on the radio, when he was on stage you were his muse, when he lay down to sleep at night you were the final thought in his head, and the first one in his dreams.
  • The next RFA party was a few months after you two had first met in person, only a couple months into your very happy relationship
  • You two had spent the first half of the night joined at the hip, happily enjoying each other’s company.
  • But somewhere throughout the nights timeline you both got distracted by separate guests and acquaintances and wandered away from each other.
  • Zen started drinking. Whoever he was talking to kept egging him on and the two of them were having a good ole time, which is rare for Zen in these occasions because the guests are usually upper class aristocrats like Jumin or if they are there for Zen, it’s as fans instead of friends
  • So he thought he’d treat himself
  • It got to be a bit much
  • The other guests were starting to notice and Jumin was not going to have the press covering Zen’s drunken gusto at an RFA event
  • “Assistant Kang,” Jumin sauntered over to Jaehee while keeping his eyes on Zen. “please escort Hyun to the back where he can cool down, out of the cameras’ lines of sight.”
  • “Of course, Mr. Han” And Jaehee was off. She was relieved that she had an excuse to get Zen out of the room, she too recognized the bad press that could follow this event but felt she hadn’t had the authority to tell Zen otherwise
  • But under the guise of Jumin’s will, she was able to convince Zen to head to the back so ‘Jumin wouldn’t bitch’ (in the words of the actor).
  • Soon it was just the two of them in the back room, Jaehee giving Zen water as he yanked at his shirt collar, complaining it was hot.
  • In his drunken shenanigens he managed to undo all his buttons at some point while Jaehee was getting more water, so she came back to shirtless Zen.
  • Zen knew those eyes.
  • As the assistant stared at his pectorals with a slight blush on her cheeks, he looked into her eyes and saw something
  • Adoration. Admiration. Want.
  • She wanted him.
  • Somewhere, deep in his psyche, behind the pseudo narcissist wall, 10 year old Hyun Ryu craved the attention. The positive attention his mom said he’d never get
  • He had you
  • But in that moment he had Jaehee too, and he couldn’t turn that down
  • Jaehee doesn’t even know how it initiated, she just recalls Zen pressing her against the wall and kissing her with a passion she’s never felt before.
  • His hands undoing the buttons of her shirt
  • His lips whispering praises of how she was not only successful, but also beautiful. And so sweet. And smart. And-
  • She almost cried. Someone as talented as Zen saw something so great in someone as plain as her? Impossible.
  • But he kept assuring her, and touching her, and loving her
  • Loving her the way he should have been loving you
  • The guilt hit her, but she watched it disappear as ecstasy took over
  • Zen passed out once they were both finished, pants undone and shirt wide open, but eyes closed and soft breaths flying in and out of his lips
  • Jaehee was wide awake though.
  • She was leaning against the wall, clothes messily pulled back on and tears threatening her eyes
  • The guilt was back and it felt like the weight of the world’s biggest mistake was sitting on her shoulders
  • She put her hands over her mouth as she stared at Zen, and she started crying when she thought of you.
  • “What have I done?”
  •  
  • After every party, the RFA gets together a few days later to go over logistics. What worked, what didn’t, who came, how to convince more people to come, etc
  • Jaehee’s heart dropped as you and Zen walked in together, a bright smile on your face, a blank slate on his.
  • No not blank
  • When Jaehee met his crimson eyes she saw it, the same thing he probably saw in her eyes: Guilt. Remorse. Regret.
  • She could barely stomach the feel as you greeted her and hugged her
  • “Jaehee! Good to see you! I feel like we didn’t get to talk much at the party thanks to someone making a little scene” As you pulled away you playfully rolled your eyes towards Zen. 
  • He just gave a nervous chuckle
  • Jaehee opened her mouth, ready to spill her guts, only to find it was dry as cotton. 
  • You gave her a quizzical look, ready to ask what was wrong, but Jumin’s voice interrupted with “Shall we begin?” looking pointedly at the three of you.
  • “Yahoo~” Seven cheered as he plopped down next to Saeran, who had recently been getting dragged along to all the RFA meetings, given he tended to just sit in the corner and pout.
  • Much like right now. He did little more than look at you and nod, which was as courteous a greeting as you were going to get with him.
  • Yoosung nodded, signaling everyone was ready, and the discussion began
  •  
  • You all were about 30 minutes into the conversation
  • Except for Jaehee
  • She couldn’t stop thinking about what happened the night of the party
  • She couldn’t stop looking at you and feeling guilty
  • She couldn’t stop thinking about telling you
  • “I need water” She stood up abruptly, startling everyone a bit
  • Jumin had a bit of an annoyed look on his face but conceded with “Fine. Quick 5 minute break for everyone”
  • Jaehee booked it to the kitchen
  • “Uh…I’m thirsty too.” Cue Zen bee-lining after her.
  • “Are you Okay??” He asked in a harsh whisper
  • “No I’m not okay!” Jaehee hissed back “We…we have to tell her.”
  • “No!” Zen’s eyes widened “No. You and I both know it was a mistake that will never happen again. She doesn’t need to know.”
  • “Zen if you love her-”
  • “I do love her!” He snapped back “I love her which is why I can’t lose her Jaehee. I know we messed up, I do. But..I can’t lose her over my mistakes” His eyes were pleading even more than his voice
  • Jaehee just stared into the crimson orbs, feeling the knot in her stomach grow. She just weakly nodded.
  • There was a moment of silence before she chugged her glass of water and turned to head back towards the living room where everyone was seated
  • She took a strong stride in
  • She bit her tongue
  • She was not going to-
  • You were the first face she met walking back in
  • Your smile welcoming her back to the circle
  • Your eyes cheery
  • Your heart open to her as it had been since the first day even when she treated you coldly.
  • Zen was right behind Jaehee and nearly bumped into her when she stopped dead in her tracks
  • “Jaehee?” You and he called at the same time, him due to her abrupt stop, and you because of the tears suddenly pouring from her eyes.
  • “Jaehee what’s wrong?” You rushed to her, attracting everyone’s attention
  • You caught Zen’s face from over her shoulder, his eyes wide. Knowing.
  • “M-MC” Jaehee choked out
  • “W-What is it?” You asked worriedly taking her trembling hands in yours
  • “MC” Her voice fell. There was just a moment of silence. Everyone in the room was looking, the outburst had even taken a hold of Saeran’s full attention.
  • “Zen and I…we’ve done something awful” 
  • You knew what she was suggesting but..no. No you didn’t. No way that’s what she meant you’re just confusing things.
  • “…What did you do?” You asked cautiously
  • Sniffling. Endless sniffling. You looked to Zen, who was pale and looked like he was also ready to cry.
  • “Zen…what happened?”
  • “I’m so sorry” He managed to get out before the lump in his throat clogged his vocal cords.
  • “At the party MC we- we had….” Jaehee couldn’t get the filthy three letter word out of her mouth
  • You dropped her hands and looked to Zen
  • “MC I’m so sorry” Zen repeated, his voice shaking even more
  • Everyone was quiet, waiting for your response
  • You had none. Just an empty stare and mouth slightly agape, waiting for words to come out of their own accord
  •  Finally they did
  • “This is a really cruel joke to play” You feigned a very obvious forced smile as your eyes blinked back tears “I never thought you guys would do such a thing..haha” You wiped a way a small drop ready to roll down your cheek
  • “MC!” Jaehee exclaimed “This isn’t-”
  • “Jaehee.” Your voice dropped. “I really don’t find this funny.”
  • “Neither do I!” The brown haired girl went to take your hand again but you pulled away
  • “And Zen” You turned to him “I don’t- I don’t know..how…” You couldn’t finish the sentence
  • They were everywhere. Pouring down your face, flooding your eyes, gathering in a small pool at your chin. It was an onslaught of tears rolling down your cheeks, choking your words, your thoughts, your everything.
  • “MC” Zen reached out to you, only to have his hand swatted away by yours.
  • You just stared at him and cried, forcing him to look you in the eyes as your faux smile fell to pieces. 
  • You felt a hand softly fall upon your shoulder, and you turned to see Seven looking at you, apologetic pity in his eyes. Saeran stood behind him, wearing an angrier version of his twin’s sentiment. 
  • “Let’s go for a ride, get some fresh air, huh MC?” The red head’s voice was soft
  • You softly nodded and let him guide you towards the door, not even able to muster up to energy to look back at Jaehee and Zen. 
  • Saeran did however, and he looked back towards the two with a face full of disgust, up until the moment he slammed the door
  • “what a good meeting” Jumin grumbled under his breath as he turned a disdainful eye towards Zen
  •  
  • You drove for a couple hours probably. Most of it in silence, but a comfortable one. You were in the passenger seat and Saeran was in the back, Seven at the wheel finding desolate roads and flying down them, giving the wind of your open window some sort of purifying feeling. It stung, but it felt good. Your hair whipped around and the land raced by and you occasionally sobbed but that was ok.
  • Eventually you found yourself back at the Chois’ place, sitting on the couch, staring at a TV playing a movie that you hadn’t been paying attention to for the last hour. Your mind was elsewhere, wondering what you had done wrong.
  • You looked at the carton of ice cream in your hand, only doing so because the sight of Saeran setting his own empty one on the coffee table had triggered you to remember Seven had given you your own carton to drown your sorrows in.
  • The redhead had actually gone out to buy more, so it was just you and Saeran on the black leather couch staring at the TV screen.
  • “Do you want this?” You offered the ice cream to Saeran who’s expression turned from bored to surprised, probably because you’d been silent for the past six hours aside from a sob here and there.
  • “You don’t want it?”
  • “I’m not hungry”
  • He stared at you and the carton for a second, his face unreadable.
  • He wanted to insist you eat the ice cream, because personally he found it to always make him feel better, but he figured you didn’t want to hear it.
  • He took the carton from your hands and placed it on the table in front of you two
  • Silence aside from the noise of the TV.
  • He cast a glance to you, only to find your eyes on the floor.
  • “doyou wantalk” You barely understood what he said it was so quiet
  • “What?” You looked to him
  • He thought you were asking out of surprise rather than inaudibility and “My therapist…he says that talking things out makes you feel better.” He looked indignant for a moment, likely remembering how stupid he felt when he rejected the idea only to find later that his therapist had been correct
  • “I…I have nothing to say” Your shell of a voice whispered
  • Saeran furrowed his brows at you. “Say you hate them”
  • “What?”
  • His voice raised a bit “You hate them don’t you? So say it. The therapist said talk about your feelings so start there. They’re scumbags who hurt you and deser-”
  • “No!” You’re voice hit a volume it hadn’t reached in hours. “I don’t hate them!”
  • Saeran was mixed with confusion and anger “What do you mean you don’t hate them? One of your best friends and your boyfriend fucked-”
  • There it was
  • Someone finally said it.
  • The hot tears made a return and began rolling down your cheeks as sudden sobs erupted from your mouth
  • Saeran was alarmed at the sudden show and tried to pinpoint the trigger. He supposes it could be his last sentence but it’s not as if it wasn’t something we all knew.
  • “I….I don’t hate them” You cried once the worst of the sobs subsided.”I don’t even think I want to hate them. I mean it’d be easier but…I don’t. Jaehee…it’s not her fault. She just..got wrapped up in it all. And she’s always liked Zen. How could she have said no. And he..he was drunk” You sputtered out your rationalizations to find that they only annoyed Saeran
  • “The Assistant should still no better. But fine. You know what? She’s not dating you, and clearly she triggered you finding out the truth. So let’s pretend she’s ok? What about the actor? I don’t care that he was drunk. There’s no excuse for him doing that!” The white haired boys voice had become louder and louder, fists clenching tighter and tighter as he began riling up old feelings of betrayal he once felt. “He abandoned you! He left you in the dust and for what? He failed you!”
  • You don’t know when it happened but Saeran had turned towards you and grabbed your hands, squeezing them tight in between his own. His mouth was contorted into some sort of snarl and you saw a fire raging behind his minty eyes. 
  • “Saeran..you’re hurting my hands” You squeaked out.
  • Your small voice dragged him out of whatever memory he was reliving and he sort of faded back into reality with a few blinks of his eyes before turning his attention to his hands. He let go of yours and in a flat voice uttered a “sorry”.
  • You guys were silent again, just staring at the floor, both living in whatever sad memory chose to cross your brains.
  • “You deserve better is all” He finally said.
  • “I know” You replied, voice empty of any real feeling.
  • You looked up, staring at the TV but not actually watching as a man on a horse offered a hand towards a young woman. “I just can’t stop thinking about him. About the him I fell in love with. Is he really gone?”
  • Saeran followed your gaze to the TV, looking on as the girl hopped on the horse. “I think so. That’s assuming he was the guy you thought he was at any point.”
  • “He was.” You said, a little defensive. Saeran looked towards you, watching your emotionless expression, knowing that there was a storm underneath despite the calm appearance. He knew because he often did the same, rocking a stoic appearance while watching all hell break loose in his own head.
  • “Is this the part where I say ‘It gets better’?” 
  • “Do you believe that it does?”
  • “Not a fuckin’ chance” A bitter smirk twisted his lips 
  • “I appreciate the honesty” You sighed
  • “Not in the way that we think it will anyway” He looked off into space somewhere.
  • “Hm?” You turned to him
  • “Everyone imagines that one day soon they’re going to wake up and suddenly it’s not going to hurt anymore. That there’s gonna be a day when you don’t think about this. You’re always gonna think about it. You’re always gonna wonder what you did wrong. Why God hates you. What things would be like if it didn’t happen.”
  • “You don’t think that there can be a day when it all feels ok?” You ask, partially to heal your hopeless heart, and partially because you see Saeran is projecting his own feelings and you’re curious to know how he feels.
  • “Maybe. I haven’t hit it yet though. Doubt I will.” 
  • You stared as he looked off into the distance, feeling as if you could see the scenes of his past playing in his eyes.
  • You were just about to recede back into your ball of depression and hopelessness before he spoke again and took your attention
  • “But that’s me. You’re…you, MC” your questioning look prompted him to continue “You’re…a good person.”
  • “You are to-” You went to say but he cut you off by turning and leaning towards you with a new intensity in his face.
  • “Not like you. If at all” He scoffed. “ You though, everyone loves you. And they’re right too. Because…” suddenly he stopped himself, seeming to turn a little shy.
  • “Because?” You wanted, no, needed to hear this.
  • He gulped down his fear and turned his eyes to the side, unable to look at you as he delivered his next few words, scared of you seeing through him even more than you usually do. 
  • “MC, you’re..everything. You’re smart, you’re cute, and you’re …kind. You always know what to say to help everyone. And that’s the thing. You try to help people, even people trying to hurt you…” His eyes turned back to you “You saw a good in me even when I didn’t. You risked your life to help my brother to save me. You’re…kind of like an angel.”
  • You just stared, taken aback by such kind words, from Saeran of all people. 
  • You were right to be surprised, he wasn’t usually this smooth in conveying his feelings verbally…there must have just been something about you that made it easy for him to talk.
  • “If it gets better for anyone, it’ll be for you, MC” He reached for your hand out of instinct, but pulled back instantly when your skin touched, as if he just realized what he was doing. His eyes did the same, it looked like he just realized how vulnerable he was in that moment, and a sort of wall was raised behind his irises and his whole body tensed a bit.
  • He was scared of being rejected.
  •  …
  • Your hand slowly reached out to his, which was floating in the space between you two, and when he didn’t pull back, you interlaced your fingers together. 
  • A look of awe decorated both of your faces.
  • “Thank you…Saeran.” The light of the TV bounced off your wet eyes, making them look extra glossy.
  • The boy just looked at you, wide eyed, apprehensive for a moment, then nodded and tightened his grip on your hand. It wasn’t the same anger induced bear trap grip from when he grabbed them before. Now it was just firm, reassuring, like a hug.
  • “MC…things will get better for you. If not? I’ll make them.” He gave a subtle squeeze of the hand, giving you the nostalgic feeling of a pinky promise.
  • “You already did.” You let your head, heavy from spinning and sobbing all day, fall on his shoulder.
  • He just looked at you for a moment, before taking a deep breath a pulling you closer, his free hand rubbing your back gently. 
  • Maybe he was wrong
  • Maybe things would get better for him too

the best part about this entire thing is that it took me seeing this and only this and it inspired 6k+ worth of smut, fluff, and drunk!harry being cute. so it’s really cute, then filthy, and then cute again, and then filthy one last time so it has BALANCE. also based on this blurb i posted yesterday! enjoy <3

“Think it’ll be the best night f’my life f’you go an’ catch that bouquet,” he says in answer to your earlier question, and your eyes go wide and you shake your head almost instantly. “Absolutely not – have you ever been part of a bouquet toss? Those women will claw me t’the death tryin’ t’get it,” you reason, and he pouts.

“Please, baby – promise I’ll kiss it better,” he says, and you almost give in because he’s properly pouting like a child right now, but you look over to where all the bachelorettes have gathered, and you scrunch your nose. “Y’can buy me a bouquet f’roses and throw ‘em at me, ‘f that’s really what you want t’see happenin’,” you offer, and Harry literally whines. “Baby–” he starts, and you cut him off, “No.”

“Princess–”

“No.”

“Sweetheart–”

“No.”

It goes on like that until the final call for the girls to gather and Harry shrugs. “Fine then. I guess I’ll go,” he says, and you give him a look of confusion, your eyebrows knitted together, until you realize he means he’s joining the bouquet toss.

or

Harry and Y/N go to a wedding in Hawaii and he joins in on the bouquet toss when you refuse

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Mob Boss

Summary: You’re new to Brooklyn and meet the infamous James Barnes, but you don’t know his story yet.


James Barnes

That name pulled two types of reactions from everyone in Brooklyn: fear or lust. He was infamously known as New York’s top mobster. Always sporting a leather jacket and some fancy boots, he was never mistaken for another civilian in his city. The women loved him and the men feared his presence. He was not one to be messed with. 

But of course, you didn’t know that. You had moved to Brooklyn exactly a week ago and hadn’t had time to explore your neighbourhood because of unpacking and calling your friends and family back home to let them know you were okay. The sun set in about an hour and you figured you’d use the rest of the daylight to walk around and see what hidden gems awaited. 

As the sky got darker, you opted to duck your head into the small coffee shop across your apartment complex. It was small, family owned, and smelled like baked goods. You walked to the front and ordered a small cup of coffee, making chit-chat with the owner and introduced yourself. You turned around, maybe a little too quickly, and heard a deep voice hiss. 

“Oh goodness, I’m sorry,” you said when you noticed hot coffee had spilled onto the stranger you had bumped into. He looked angry and was about to yell at you, especially after having a hard day, but his facial features softened when he looked at you. “I’ll buy you a new cup, does that sound good? And a new shirt. Or an entire wardrobe. God, I’m sorry,” you said as you fetched for napkins. 

Bucky laughed watched as you fretted over the stain, patting his chest with the napkins. To get you to stop moving, Bucky placed his hands on your and lowered them. 

“It’s okay. I’m still alive, see?” he said, gesturing at himself. 

You nodded and offered him a small smile. “Again, I’m really sorry. I’m not usually this clumsy.” 

“Don’t worry about it. Accidents happen, right?” You were about to respond when you heard your name called, signalling your coffee was ready. 

“That’s my cue,” you said. “Sorry.” You fetched the coffee and gave the stranger a nod before heading out once again. 

Steve, Bucky’s best friend, had watched the entire event unfold, as well as other Brooklyn residents. To say the least, they were all shocked at how calm Bucky had been and how nice he was towards you. Steve knew that no matter who, girl or boy, he’d yell his heart out in an instant. 

“That was something else,” Steve said as Bucky returned from ordering his coffee. 

“Yeah she is,” Bucky breathed. 

“That wasn’t what I was - yeah, okay,” Steve said when he noticed Bucky was staring at the door, not bothering to pay attention to him.


The next few days were spent buying groceries and last minute items for your apartment. You had been out particularly late and realised the bus wasn’t coming any time soon, so you braved the fifteen minute walk in the dark. 

You had, for the most part, gotten back to your neighbourhood pretty safely until you needed to cross an alleyway.

“Hey, pretty thing,” one man said as he approached you. You ignored him and kept on walking. “Don’t ignore me!” he yelled as he grabbed your upper arm and forced you to look at him.

“Get off of me!” you yelled back, trying to pry yourself away from him. His grip became tighter and you began to hit him with the purse you were carrying, but another man came from behind and grabbed your arm, pinning it behind you. 

“I love the ones who can get rough,” he whispered into your ear. You yelled and called for help, stomping on the man’s foot. He released you from his grasp, but you didn’t get very far. The man who had first grabbed you then held onto you. 

“Let go!” you yelled, fighting tooth and nail to escape. 

“Get off of her,” you heard a voice say with no tolerance. You glanced at the direction of the voice and saw the same man who you spilled coffee on a week earlier. 

“B-Bucky, we were just having a little fun, weren’t we?” one of the guys asked timidly, looking at you. 

“Let go of her now,” he demanded, “or else you’ll never know what hit you.” Another man beside Bucky, the blond, cracked his knuckles and the men who held you fled away. You panted and leaned against the wall to catch your breath. 

“Are you okay, doll?” he asked. 

You nodded. “Y-Yeah, I’m okay, I think. Really shaken up.” Bucky’s eyes fell and reached his arms out to hold you in an embrace. You didn’t object and let your body fall limp against his. “You never think it’ll happen to you until it does,” you whispered, trying to control the emotions threatening to escape. The man stroked your back until your breathing had returned to normal. You both pulled away when someone coughed. 

“Are you going to introduce me, Buck?” he asked. Bucky leaned away. 

“Oh, uh, Steve this is - wait, I don’t even know your name,” Bucky said, dumbfounded. 

“Y/N,” you said, reaching your hand out to shake Steve’s hand. Steve was a bit taken back. He knew everyone in this city was too afraid to be upfront with him, but he shook your hand anyway, figuring you might be new. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“I’m James,” he said, “but I go by Bucky.” Steve raised his eyebrow. The only people who could call him Bucky was him and his family. 

“Do you have a preference?” you asked. 

“Please, call me Bucky,” he breathed. 

“Bucky is it. Would you me so kind as to walk me home?” you asked, feeling a little discouraged after the incident you had just encountered. 

“I wouldn’t dream of doing anything else.” 

The three of you walked towards your apartment and began to chat. Steve hadn’t dared to bring up their reputation and Bucky feared that Steve might slip up. 

“Are you new to Brooklyn?” Bucky asked. 

“I moved here about a week and a half ago from California.”

“Any particular reason why?”

“I needed a change. I was told I’d always be stuck in that small town, but I proved everyone wrong and moved out.” 

Bucky grinned. “You sure did, doll.”

“What I do with my life now is kind of a blur, but I have time to figure that out.” 

“I hope I can be part of that journey, said Bucky. 

You turned and grinned. “Oh, I think you will be.”



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Are The Girls Here?

Author: Juju

Pairing: Shawn Mendes x Reader

Warnings: fluff…so much fluff, also sorry for any typos or mistakes. If you find any, drop by my inbox and tell me please?

Word Count: 3.1k …sorry?

Summary: At one of Shawn’s Q&A’s, the fans seem to be more interested in you and Aaliyah than they are Shawn.

A/N: There was a Shawn imagine where it was similar but it didn’t include Aaliyah or the same questions. I asked the writer of that fic ( @1-800-sassy-mendes)  if she was ok with it and she was! Hope you understand! Xx

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“y/n? y/n wake up, Shawn’s doing the q&a and you said you were gonna come with me.” Aaliyah said as she shook you awake. 

“I’m up! I’m up. What’s-what’s Shawn doing?” You mumbled as you slowly rose from the couch. 

“The q&a! Come on! It just started!” She whined.

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Leather

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Summary: You join your boyfriend, Sebastian, while he’s doing some interviews and photo shoots but his leather jacket is giving you a huge lady boner. Later that night you’ll be wearing the jacket and have a similar reaction on Sebastian.

A/N: Okay, listen… I know I said I wouldn’t be writing a Seb imagine for a wile but this man just won’t stop messing with my hormones! This imagine is based on a conversation me and my friend had after seeing pictures of Seb in that damn leather jacket. I said I wanted to wear that jacket for some reason and my friend said something like, “Imagine wearing only that jacket while riding him ;)” and that has been haunting me ever since lmao. I’m still working on other requests! I’ve been having a hard time with writer’s block but this imagine just basically forced its way out of me. I decided to put my hormones into use! Anyway, to the person who requested more Seb imagines, I hope you like smut ‘cause here’s one! 

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x reader

Words: 3,362

Warning: SMUT, fingering, hand job, unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap your willy!), cursing


As much as I just want to hug him and tell him how precious he is and how I want to protect him, I really do want to rip those clothes of and straight up fuck him. I’m not even sorry, this man is sex on legs, I swear to God…


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anonymous asked:

Hiii!! Can you please do #9 from the drabble list? I absolutely adore your writing and i can't wait to see what you do with this!

#9: “Let’s give these fuckers something to talk about.”

You couldn’t help but shift your eyes to behind Harry as you noticed a flash going off in the window. Harry’s eyes raised before he turned to see what you were looking at. Harry let out a curse as he turned back to you. You couldn’t help but feel a little guilty as you stared at your plate in front of you.

You just got the promotion you’ve had your heart set on for a few months now. Harry was ecstatic for you and instead that you needed to be celebrated tonight. So you guys were at one of your favorite restaurants having dinner with the most expensive wine that was on the menu.

“I’m sorry, H. Do you want me to call a car? Let me ask the waiter if they have a back entrance I could use” You said as you looked around for the waiter. Harry let out a sigh, feeling guilty himself.

Being the star Harry is, everything in his life was broadcasted to the world. He had so sense of privacy. By this point, he was used to it. He was used to people he was dating claiming that it was too much for them and leaving. But you were different. You knew dating Harry would be hard but he was worth it. He’s made you feel things you’ve never felt before. He made you feel like everything and anything was possible.

Harry was absolutely smitten with you. He adored everything about you. He admired how strong will you were and he still managed to have his breath taken away every time you smiled at him. That’s why he wanted to keep you as far away from the press as he could. He didn’t want them to ruin anything he had with you. You assured him you weren’t going anywhere but he still had his doubts. So he kept the PDA to a minimum. He refrained from holding your hand in public. He made sure you were able to exit buildings safely through a back entrance while he dealt with the paparazzi. It was hard for the both of you to hide your love away.

“We haven’t even finished eating, love…” Harry pointed out quietly as he stared at both yours and his plate. You gave him a small reassuring smile, fighting the urge to reach across and grab his hand. “We can box it up and finish it at home.”

You managed to find your waiter. You were just about to call him over before Harry shook his head. “No.”

You turned back to Harry with raised eyebrows. Harry sighed. He was tired of dates being cut short. He was tired of making it seem like you guys were just platonic friends. He knew that you were growing tired of it as well. Harry grabbed your hand from across the table. “Let’s give these fuckers something to talk about.”

Before you had the chance to question him, Harry leaned over and placed his lips on yours. You closed your eyes and kissed him back. Suddenly several flashes went off, everyone trying to get the first picture of Harry Styles kissing someone. You pulled away from the kiss, cheeks turning red as you gave Harry a shy smile. Harry smiled fondly at you before he gave you hand a small squeeze. “Let’s finishing celebrating you.”


eh not my best lol but thank you to the multiple anons who requested #9! i hope you guys like it! i love hearing from you guys! let me know what you guys thought or request another number from the drabble list!

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Game Day - Simon Minter

Originally posted by crazygall4ever

Pairing: Simon Minter/Miniminter & Y/N
Words: 3k+
Warning(s): a few innuendos and like 1 swear word
Summary/Request: an imagine we’re you’re at the sidemen match and it’s the first time you’ve made your relationship fully public with Simon and you were overwhelmed at people wanting pictures and shouting your ship name constantly and si plays really good and fans were saying it was all down to you how good he played and Simons all cute and stuff
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Pretence - 3

(Moments) | (Part 1) | (Part 2)

summary: “For Nat’s sake, Y/N, will you pretend to be my girlfriend?”
words: 1155
warnings: brief description of nsfw content

“Let’s play a game!”

You’re drunk enough that you can’t remember who’d suggested the drinking game in the first place. Maybe it was Sam. It was probably Sam.

There’s a round of ’shit’s and ’fuck you’s as Natasha spills another carefully articulated statement of ‘Never have I ever.’ You take a shot too, even though you’re not listening at this point.

Your eyes are trained on Bucky Barnes, sitting across from you with nine empty shot glasses, more than anyone else and contrasting Steve’s nine full. He’s laughing, face flushed from intoxication and heat and lust for the gorgeous woman throwing a wink at Sam as he downs his sixth or seventh glass himself. She’s avoiding his gaze, even daring to look at you, but not sparing him a glance as she laughs with the rest of the team.

You don’t know what to think of him. He’s like a drug– you know he’s bad for you. You know that the long term effects of being around him are harmful, that he hurts you more than he makes you feel good, but oh god, you can’t get enough. And with the way he’s been acting for the past few weeks, with the are you okay’s and the arms around your waist, you can’t tell what he wants.  

It’s Sam’s turn to play. His drunk eyes search the room, squinted and devious, lips pursed in drunk concentration. He sees the one remaining shot glass in front of Bucky, and he breaks out into a grin. “Never have I ever…”

He pauses, eyes catching yours. “Never have I ever kissed Y/N!”

A chorus of laughs break out. Clint is giggling, Steve’s grinning from ear to ear, and Sam keeps saying, “Drink up, old man.”

But Bucky’s not laughing. His eyebrows furrow together, flesh hand gripping the shot glass tighter than necessary, and god, he won’t even look at you, longing after Nat who is skillfully laughing along with the others. He closes his eyes for a second, and when he opens them, it’s like there’s someone else in his place. Bucky’s gone, and the man in front of you is laughing again and joking again and living again, calling Sam out for targeting specifically him because, 'man, what the hell, that’s not fair.’ Except– when he downs his shot, everyone’s too drunk to notice how his eyes stay closed a second too long. You’re drunk enough to notice just that.

“Guess you lost, Tin Can,” Tony says, breaking out into a fit of laughter.

“Sam cheated,” is all Bucky says in reply, grinning as he stands up. He stretches, yawns in a way that’s so fake you’re surprised that no one calls him out, and then claims that he’s tired and going to bed.

Then he saunters off, and you’re left staring at the spot where he was sitting and your eyes are stinging because he can’t even bare to look at you and a simple statement makes him not even want to be around you and how is he your soulmate when him and Nat are made for each other and you’re just an obstacle in between and and and–

“Your turn, Y/N.” Someone pulls on your arm, but you shrug them away.

You don’t care about this stupid game and your six empty glasses anymore, and– the irony! – you’re pulling a Bucky and lying through your teeth when you say that you’re tired. And then you’re leaving the group of laughing people and storming towards your room, where you’re going to do what you should have done months ago. You’re going to end this stupid relationship and just tell him and Nat to get together and live their happily ever after and then you’re going to leave them the fuck alone.

You’re going to go somewhere far away where Bucky won’t matter and Nat won’t matter and Sam and Steve and Tony won’t matter and nobody’s going to matter, because you deserve at least some fucking peace.

So when you open the door and barge through to the middle of your room, you’re ready for a yelling match. You’re ready to tell him to fuck off and leave you alone and that you’ve had enough and that he can move on with his fucking life because you’re going far away. You’re ready to be composed and collected and to fight your fight.

You’re not ready to find Bucky pushing you against the wall, bringing his mouth so close to your ear that his breathing sends shivers down your back.

“I’m sorry,” he says, with the same genuineness that’s been tangling the strings of your thoughts into knots you can’t figure out how to undo.  "I’m sorry. You don’t deserve this.“

You don’t know what to do. It’s like all the anger just moments ago you were ready to streamline towards him was a balloon that’s deflated, and you can’t really make sense of everything that’s happening around you. "What are you–?”

He puts a finger on your lips, and your words fade into the silence of the room. “I have to do this.”

You don’t even get a chance to process his words, your mind hazy with all the alcohol you’ve consumed that night. When his lips touch yours, there’s a part of you telling you that you’re drunk, that you’re going to regret this in the morning, but it’s such a small, small part, that it’s muffled by the rest of you that’s only ever wanted this.

His mouth travels from your lips to the edge of your jaw, leaving sloppy, open mouthed kisses as footprints. It feels as if you’ve been dropped in a pool of water and your feet can’t reach the ground. When his mouth reaches your neck, you can barely stand upright.

“Help me forget her,” he croaks into the edge of your collar bone. You moan in response, the feel of his lips against your skin mixing with the whiff of whiskey sending you into euphoria. Your fingers travel down to the hem of his pants, palming him through the fabric of his boxers. “Y/N,” he gasps. “Please.”

It’s then that you start kissing him back, taking the reigns and guiding his hands up your shirt. And god, this is wrong, this is so wrong, but this is all you’ve ever wanted, and maybe, right now, it’s all you need.

You can’t remember your own name when his fingers slip into your folds, and after that all you hear is your name as he eases himself out of you, falling on to the bed with an exhausted sigh.

And as you lay there, bodies glistening with sweat, pulled flush against each other in the heat of the moment, you stare at the beautiful man who’s nuzzled against you, eyes closed, chest rising and falling softly.

For the first time in months, you let yourself cry.

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Heartbreak

Bucky X Reader X Pietro

Summary: Bucky calls you after being gone for two weeks on a mission to break up with you. Devastated from the abrupt break up, you sit alone in the kitchen of the Avengers’ tower when an unexpected speedster comes to mend your broken heart.

A/N: I was thinking if I should make this into a mini-series? Should I? (your replies are more than appreciated. 

Words: 1,222

Warning: Fluff!! Heart break. Crying.

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You look at your phone to see nothing. No messages, no missed calls. Well what were you expecting? That he’ll call you after your break up? That was never going to happen. The next time you see him around the hall ways of avenger’s tower, you’d be back to how the two of you were at the very beginning. Strangers.  But now was very different. You’re strangers who shared memories of a past relationship.

The two of you were inseparable since the day he asked you to be his girl two years ago. The moment you met him you knew you’d fall for him badly. You just didn’t expect him to fall for you. But that was it. You just fell for each other and it stayed like that. Your relationship with him was very shallow to begin with. It was only until you noticed him acting different that you knew he had fallen out of love. You knew for the past five months and you just wished you had done the same. He finally had enough of trying to fall back in love with you. It was hopeless. He just didn’t feel the same way anymore.

You just sit in the kitchen looking at your phone, waiting for something. He was supposed to be back from his latest mission two weeks ago. You were worried sick until last night when he called you to end things. It wasn’t what you were expecting his call would be. You thought he’d just check in on you, tell you that he was fine and that he was on his way back, that the mission took longer than expected, but no. He called you tell you that he doesn’t feel the same way anymore. It was then you realized that you’re feelings for him was deeper than you thought.

You tried calling him back but he wasn’t answering any of your calls. You weren’t about to give up on him just yet, until you saw he changed his relationship status to “in a relationship with Natasha Romanoff”. You didn’t realize that they were happening under your nose this whole time. You knew that there was still tension between them from their past relationship but you didn’t expect them getting back together all of a sudden. It hurts. You didn’t really mind that he was dating Natasha. You just wanted a break up that wasn’t dumping you on the phone and finding out he’s back with his ex on social media. You knew everything anyway, you just wanted him to tell you. But you knew that he was never the type to explain himself. Sergeant Barnes would have given an explanation, but that Bucky was long gone. Your Bucky, was the Winter Soldier Bucky and you loved him nevertheless. But now it’s over.

You hear footsteps coming from behind you and you instantly turn your head to see if it was him. It wasn’t, obviously. He wasn’t coming back, well not in your arms that is. You hurriedly wiped the tears from your eyes and weakly smiled at the silver haired speedster who just walked in.

“(Y/n)? It’s 2 in the morning, what are you doing up?” He asked as he wiped the sleep off of his eyes.

“I-I should be asking you the same thing?” you joked as he sat in front of you.        

“I was just going to get a snack. I usually wake up in the middle of the night to have snack. Fast metabolism means you’re hungry almost every time.” He said as he sped to get a bowl of cereal. “How about you, printessa?”

“I was just… I couldn’t sleep. It’s just that… nevermind.” You say as you look at your phone again. There was a moment of silence between you and the speedster. You look up at him to see him with his eyebrows furrowed.

“You’re not trying to read my mind like Wanda are you?” you both laugh at you comment.

“There’s that smile I’ve been wanting to see.” He said as he sat down next to you.

“What do you mean?” You look up at him raising an eyebrow.

“Nothing. It’s just that you were not being yourself for the past few days. I have a feeling it’s Barnes, no?” He stated.

“Well you caught me?” You raised your hands up as a form of your surrender. Pietro laughs at your action and you bring your hands down to your waist. He stops for a moment and just looks at you.

“What?” you ask him and snaps out of his thoughts.

“Nothing.” He answers with a faint tint of red on his face

“No really, Piet, what is it?” You ask raising an eyebrow.

“I just thought he was stupid for leaving you, printessa. You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve met.” He says and blushes a bit.

“Ha! I bet you say that to all the girls, Piet!” You laugh as you walk towards to living room.

“No, I mean it.” He speeds past you and pulls you to the couch. You land on his lap with his face a little too close to yours.

“So I’m guessing you don’t do this to all the other girls too, huh?” You say as you look into his eyes.

“Only when she’s you.” He tucks your hair behind your ear and lets his hand stay on your cheek. He looks from your eyes down to your lips. You do the same and all you could hear was your synchronized breathing. You inch your face closer to his and he closes the gap between your lips. You snake your arms around his neck as he pulls your waist to get you closer to him. As things were getting heated you hear someone purposely cough loudly. You pull away from the speedster and see Bucky standing by the elevator with his duffel bag in hand. His eyes look darker than usual.

“Nice to see you move on that quickly.” Bucky says sarcastically. You stand up as he walks towards you.

“Bucky, I…. It was…” You start to stutter. Your eyes start to water again

“I think she should ask you the same thing? “ Pietro says as he steps in between you and Bucky.

“Stay out of this Speedy. This is none of your business” He says as he shoves Pietro to the floor. He quickly gets back on his feet and lands a punch on Bucky’s face.

“She is my business you jerk!” Pietro says as he dodges a punch from Bucky’s metal arm. You just stand there watching them. You try to catch your breath as more tears fall from your eyes, blurring your vision.

“And what exactly makes you think that?” Bucky says as he throws punches at Pietro which he avoids easily.

“You breaking things off with her.” Pietro says and Bucky suddenly stops.

“I-it was a mistake. I didn’t mean to…” Bucky stutters.

“ Mistake? How was that a mistake when you’re back with Natasha?!” You say as you feel your heart shattering to a million pieces again. Pietro rushes to you and wraps his arms around you as you burry your face in his chest.

“(y/n), I’m sorry…” Bucky says as he tries to approach you.

“Pietro, let’s go.” And he speeds you into your room.

Preference “How they act when they get possessive”

(I guess…Yay for our faves being creeps and a little crazy…I know this was supposed to be smutty but in the end i did some smutty and some not really cause i felt it was better that way :3 Sorry again if some of them are really creepy and disturbing…I mean…that is what i think of being possessive…so yeah…Yay for Jerry and Aiden :3 first! Hope it is as requested and you all like it :D Gifs not mine/found them in google/credit to the original owners.)

Negan-Whenever he gets possessive of you, his fun and quirky behavior would completely disappear as he would order whoever is flirting with you to leave and tell you to go to your room. He’d go to you once he’s done with his work, only to instantly give you the order to take you clothes off and to go lay on the bed. He’d then walk over slowly to tie you to it before doing you until the only thing you can think of is him.

Daryl-Whenever he gets possessive of you, he’d put himself between you and whoever is flirting, only to tell them to back away from you and to leave you alone from now on. He’d then turn over to you and just pull you into a tight hug before getting rather aggressive with the way he would pull you towards the nearest place he can have you to himself.

Rick-Whenever he gets possessive of you, he’d spend most of the day glaring over at you and ignore your pleading looks just to try to get whoever is flirting with you to leave, only to later in the night end up having you handcuffed to the bed. He’d make you get a restless night until you realizing and understand that he’s the only one you need.

Merle-Whenever he gets possessive of you, he’d patiently wait for the person flirting at you to be done before grabbing your wrist to leave. He’d walk pass the most crowded place to let them know you’re his, only to finally take you to one of the hidden rooms in Woodbury. Once there, he’d managed to strap you to the chair and do things that would make you moan his name.

Glenn-Whenever he gets possessive of you, he’d grab a hold of your wrist the whole time during dinner. He’d keep his hold over yours as if not wanting you to ever leave him, especially after seeing you still acting kind towards the person who was flirting with you and simply never let go of you, even when you have to go the bathroom. He’d just smile reassuringly and tell you that everything is fine.

Carl-Whenever he gets possessive of you, he’d go by your room to give you a few of his flannels and tell you to wear one of them for the day. He’d grow tired of people flirting with you that he needed to let everyone know and especially you, who you belonged to. So with a friendly smile, he’d hand you which one he wants to see you in and make you wear it.

The Governor-Whenever he gets possessive of you, he’d order you over to come meet him in his room immediately, making you leave everyone behind. You’d then be lead by the sound of his voice towards the hidden room inside and as you’d get there he’d make you lock the door behind. He’d then make you sit on his lap and kiss you feverishly, asking you who do you belong to.

Abraham-Whenever he gets possessive of you, he’d order you to instantly get yourself ready, as you’re going on a run with him, not caring for an instant whoever is talking to you. He’d drive you as reasonably far as he can think and make you spend the day with no one else but him. He’d keep close to you at all times and even at one point, just kiss you to make you realize it’ll lead to something else.

Eugene-Whenever he gets possessive of you, he’d walk over to you and tell you he needs your help with the bullets, making you leave with him only. As you’d get to the factory, he’d lock you in with him and pretend to have lost the key, acting innocent to make you unsuspicious as you spend countless of hours with him, all while looking for a key that is actually in his pocket.

Ron-Whenever he gets possessive of you, he’d act rash and get himself in trouble with the person flirting with you as he’d always act smug and shove your relationship down their throat. He’d want them to hear it from him that you’re his but rather than making his message clear, they would all come out as threats, making the other person get aggressive.

Jesus-Whenever he gets possessive of you, he’d sneak into your room, in Alexandria, later at night and surprise you the moment you walk in by locking the door behind. He’d ask you about your thoughts on whoever was flirting with you and just grow jealous with each kind things you’d say about them, making him pin you on the bed and kindly ask you to deny it all.

Dwight-Whenever he gets possessive of you, he’d trick you into following him, only for you to end up locked in one of the cells, he had kept clean for you. He’d spend most of his time keeping his eyes on you and take extra care of you, giving you everything he knows you like and whatever you want him to do to your body but never letting you out until you tell him that you understand that you belong to him and only him.

Morgan-Whenever he gets possessive of you, he’d walk over to grab your hand as someone is flirting with you too much just to pull you away mid conversation with no warning. He’d lie to you that he needs your help with something, only to lock you in the cell he had made in the basement. He’d keep you company on the other side, saying that unless you prove to him that you’re his, he won’t let you out.

Shane-Whenever he gets possessive of you, he’d follow your every move and just hug you out of surprise once you are finally both alone. He’d whisper to you about how much he loves you and how much you hurt him, letting that person flirt with you that way. He’d resolve to kiss your neck and pin you to the ground as he keeps showering you with affection, making you tell him that you’re his only.

Milton-Whenever he gets possessive of you, he’d patiently wait for the other person to be done with you before asking you to help him with his work in the lab. Once there, you’d work together and he’d ask you countless of questions that would lead into you answering that you do love him. He’d end up getting closer and closer just to strap your wrist to the stretcher before asking you to prove it to him.

Aaron-Whenever he gets possessive of you, he’d give you countless of gifts to express his love for you, only to let it slide that you should be returning him the favor for each gift. His hands would linger over yours as he’d give the presents and his gaze would prove to you that someone around you had rubbed him the wrong way, making you thank him just as he wishes.

Gabriel-Whenever he gets possessive of you, he’d put up an act to make you trust him that he isn’t jealous, only to kindly tell the other person that he needs a word with you and leading you into the church. Once inside, he’d lock you in with him, reciting verses from the bible that suits what you’re doing to him before getting closer to warn you that he won’t let you out until you understand who do you belong to.

The Wolf-Whenever he gets possessive of you, he’d take you away by pulling you over in his shoulder and just tell the other person to back off. He’d walking you back to your shared tent and just ask you to repeatedly remind him as to who you belonged to, making you obviously tell him that it’s him but him thinking it isn’t enough and having to prove to you that you’re his once inside.

Noah-Whenever he gets possessive of you, he’d glare at whoever is talking to you just to make them uncomfortable and leave. He’d pretend to not understand what was the problem and just grab your hand to walk away with you. He’d walk you to your room and once there you’d realize some of you clothes are missing, making you walk over to his room and staying for a while.

Simon-Whenever he gets possessive of you, he’d put on a fake smile but from his eyes and his tone before calling you over to come closer to him, you could tell he isn’t happy. As you’d approach him, he’d grab your hand to lead you into that particular person’s room just to do you in their bed and have you moan out his name, making you and them understand that you’re his and his only.

Ezekiel-Whenever he gets possessive of you, he’d act as his usual polite self but make uncomfortable jokes about keeping you to himself. He’d simply approach you and whoever is keeping you company and mention his love for you, only to end up saying that he’d just love to keep you the way he keeps Shiva so close to him at all times, whether it be on a chain or in a cage.

Benjamin-Whenever he gets possessive of you, he’d get you to help with him in the library and end up keeping you inside with him as long as he can. He’d just want to spend some alone time with you that he’d come up with a lame excuse. Once there, he’d lock you in with him and throw the key out the window without you noticing, making you both have to wait for someone to notice you both missing.

Caesar-Whenever he gets possessive of you, he’d injure himself in front of you and whoever was next to you on purpose just to be able to stay so close to you. He’d do and show you whatever it takes for you to take pity on him and just have take care of him by his bedside. Whenever he’d seem to feel better, he’d deny it and hold you from leaving as he reminds you that because you love him, you have to stay.

Spencer-Whenever he gets possessive of you, he’d purposely get drunk and walk over to you and whoever is flirting with you, just to bother you both, making you have no choice but to care for him. He’d yell at them saying you’re his and hold onto you no matter what. He’d be a mess from being happy to crying about his love for you and just beg you to tell everyone you’re his.

Richard-Whenever he gets possessive of you, he’d get quiet and just call you by your name once, making you follow him out of curiosity. He’d lead you out of the walls and into his hidden RV making you think he has prepared something romantic. Only to be surprised by him just grabbing your arm to walk you in. Once inside, he’d lock the door and forbid you from leaving until you show him how much you truly love him.

Nicholas-Whenever he gets possessive of you, he’d ask you to help him on a run and offer to be the driver. Once inside, he’d drive as far as reasonably as he can, only to suddenly coming to a stop. He’d ask you countless of ways to make you answer that you’re indeed in love with him. Him suddenly getting quiet and telling you that because he’s so proud of you, he’ll prove to you that you’re his.

Gareth-Whenever he gets possessive of you, he’d somehow trick you and manage to have you blindfolded and your wrists bounded as he keeps you on the bed. He’d want to have you at your most vulnerable state and would’ve convinced you the instant you walked back to your room. He’d talk about how you made him feel earlier and warn you that he’ll make you understand who you belong to.

Tobin-Whenever he gets possessive of you, he’d invite you over for dinner at his house at night, only to beg you not to leave until the morning. He’d just think about how you seemed so carefree around whoever was flirting with you and stare at you coldly, only to change the moment you look at him in the eyes. He’d smile and put a hand to yours, asking you who is it that you love before begging you.

Jerry-Whenever he gets possessive of you, he’d still be his friendly self and walk over to you to offer you countless of your favorite meals he had just cooked, inviting you back over to his place as he ignores completely whoever is next to you. Once there, he’d just keep you to himself by giving you more and more food, making you unable to leave his side for the day, especially once you’re so full.

Aiden-Whenever he gets possessive of you, he’d act smug and just be blunt, asking you and whoever is flirting with you as to what you are both doing and thinking. He’d tell them that they have no business flirting around with you as you’re his and his only, making them uncomfortable and leave. He’d then turn to you and make sure you understood how much he meant those words.

Michonne-Whenever she gets possessive of you, the way she should express her affection towards you would seem much different than usually and it wouldn’t even seem to matter that there was someone else next to you. She’d grip your hand rather than hold it and leave lingering touches and glances at you, that indicate to you how much you’re hers rather than just simply being because she loves you.

Maggie-Whenever she gets possessive of you, she’d walk over to you and just ask you to help her out with something, only to end up having a light talk with you. She’d just act overly sweet and tell you all about how much she loves you and how it would devastate her if you ever thought of leaving her behind. Gradually, you’d just feel her hold your hands closer and closer to her.

Andrea-Whenever she gets possessive of you, she’d make you understand that you belong to her only by making you have an unforgettable night. She’d notice how casually kind you were towards whoever was flirting with you and come up with any excuse to have you follow her back to your room before she starts to make you weak.

Jessie-Whenever she gets possessive of you, she’d invite you over for dinner, only to discover that you’re not “feeling well”. She’d pretend to notice how red you are and fake a temperature for you, just to have the excuse that she can keep you in her house. When you would tell her that you’re fine and all she’d get upset at you for not trusting her, making you have no choice but to let her.

Beth-Whenever she gets possessive of you, she’d just want people to know that you’re hers, making her spend time leaving hickeys all over your neck. She’d seem to notice people’s gaze over you and how they act around you and take it as competition. She’d then find the perfect way to mark you as hers and just make you have a hard time concealing all of them.

Sasha-Whenever she gets possessive of you, she’d ask you over to come and help her keep watch in on of the towers, only to “accidentally” kick the ladder away, making you stuck with her for a good amount of time. She’d just notice someone making you smile from afar and have the need to take you away, so she’d just call you over and lead you into her trap.

Rosita-Whenever she gets possessive of you, she’d walk over to you and completely ignore the person flirting with you and just trick you into her room saying you forgot something in there, only to be locked in. She’d laugh on the other side to hear you panic and just kindly tell you that you need some time to reflect on who you belong to for the meanwhile and that her belongings will certainly help you be reminded of it.

Enid-Whenever she gets possessive of you, she’d sneak into your room as you’re taking a nap and just wake you up, asking you id you want to hang outside for the moment. She’d do her best to convince you and then tell you to be quiet about it simply because she doesn’t want the person flirting with you earlier to come over and bother, making her have you all to herself.

Tara-Whenever she gets possessive of you, she’d be her kind and friendly self in front of everyone, only to change and be completely different once you are both alone. Once the doors of your house are closed, she’d instantly ask you as to who you love and such. She’d then surprise you by handcuffing you to her and tell you that unless you show her, she doesn’t understand your meaning.

Carol-Whenever she gets possessive of you, she’d catch you off guard in the house and just tie your arms behind your back before pulling you to the room. She’d notice how kind you were to whoever would flirt with you and just have the urge to remind you that you’re actually already taken, making her just having to show it to you in a way you might finally get it.

Arat-Whenever she gets possessive of you, she’d glare at you and whoever is flirting at you to the point where you both acknowledge her. She’d wait for you to walk over to her before asking you as to what you were doing. She’d then tell you about how her feelings for you and how you’re hers and just gradually getting more mad about what had just happened, making her tell you to kiss her right now, in front of everyone to see.

“You taste like coffee” - Tim Drake x Reader

Because there isn’t enough love for our lovely Red Robin. Besides, many of you asked for more Tim Drake so, here’s a fluffy fic with him, hope you’ll like it

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Once again, he’s late. 

It used to bother you how he would NEVER be on time, and invent stupid excuses when he’d finally arrive. At the beginning of your relationship, you actually almost broke up with him because of that…You thought you just didn’t matter enough to him, and you were not one to play game.

When you were with someone, then there was no one else and you were committed, and it seems that he definitely wasn’t ! When you talked to him about it, he kinda panicked and told you things that no one ever told you (« You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, the only one that keep me sane ! » and such things), his eyes so honest that you could only believe him and…You stayed.

And oh man, you were sure glad you did. You stuck around, even though his tardiness was really getting on your nerve, and it was the best decision you ever took.

Because after three months of relationship, you finally discovered why it seemed to be impossible for him to be on time.

You were walking home late at night, which was a terrible idea when you lived in Gotham, but you got caught up in the school library, working on some important essays you had to give the next day (you and your habit to always wait the last minute to do things…Queen of Procrastination). You had missed the last bus that could get you to your apartment and you knew the night bus was even more dangerous than walking, with all the robberies and drug deal (it was just the perfect place for those stuffs you know ? Always in movements, and there were so few night buses that traffic was easy to keep track of for criminals…And to be warned in advance if the GCPD was around).

So here you were, in the streets of Gotham, very late at night. For some reason, you weren’t really scared. Not because you thought you’d get saved by any members of the « Batfamily » as you liked to call all of those night vigilante lurking around in the city, but because..Well, you were born in Gotham.

And when you were a true gothamite, born and raised, you were used to the latent comes and insecurities of the place. Besides, it was when you where scared that things always got bad. If you walked through the streets, fast but not too much, with a confident pace, you were most likely not gonna get attacked.

Lowlife criminals who attacked people in the street weren’t really tough, they were waiting for a weak prey, so if you looked confident ? Nope.

You were a short woman, but you weren’t afraid, and people who weren’t afraid in Gotham were dangerous. You had walked a thousands times home on your own, at night, and never once did you get attacked.

But there were always exceptions, you guessed…and tonight was one of them.

They jumped you from a side alleyway, and dragged you down into its darkness, muffling your screams with their hands. Oh. They weren’t just any lowlife criminals. They were the worst of them all.

Those weren’t the people that were after your phone, or your wallet. No. Those were the one that wanted something else, that were just disgusting pigs.

You fought like Hell, but they were more powerful than you, and besides, you were largely outnumbered.

Tears appeared down your cheeks when you started to feel their hands on your naked skin, and you closed your eyes…When suddenly, you fell on the ground as they released you.

Were you dead ? No. You could still feel the cold ground of a chilly Autumn night in Gotham…Or maybe that was what the Afterlife was ? Being stuck in the place you died forever ?

You opened one eyed, and then the other, and what you saw…blew your mind.

It was one of the guy that always stuck around Batman. The one that had a black mask over his face, and wicked cool red wings.

And looking at him fight made you feel something strange. His movements looked familiar, as if you knew the dude. But…it was impossible right ?

One of the thing that made Tim fall in love with you, was your quick wit and quick thinking, and as you were watching « Red Robin » fighting those disgusting thugs that attacked you, you slowly came to the realization that…this was your boyfriend.

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Four Times They Almost Kissed and The One Time They Did- Lin X Reader

1.
You grabbed a glass of champagne, seeing that all of your friends were socializing with other people and you looked around, trying to spot a place to go outside since it was getting stuffy in the room. You saw a glass door which presumably led to a balcony and you made a beeline there and you opened the door and slipped outside.

The cold air hit you all at once and you set your glass down to the right of the door before you crossed your arms, trying to keep all of the warmth. You picked your glass back up, realizing that there was really no point in trying to keep warm.

You walked further away from the door that led inside and you made your way close to the edge.

You looked around, amazed at the view you had- you could almost see the ball in Times Square. Although it was cold outside, you reasoned with yourself that getting this view was worth freezing for. You felt someone nudge your arm and you turned around, seeing Lin. You smiled a bit.

“Amazing, isn’t it?” He asked you, no longer looking at you but at Times Square and all of the buildings. Your features softened when seeing the look of adoration he had when looking at the city.

“Yes, it’s beautiful.” You told him and he nodded. He turned to look at you again and he shrugged off his suit jacket and offered it to you.

“You look cold.” He said sheepishly and you took the jacket cautiously.

“Are you sure? What if you get cold?”

“I’ll go back inside.”

“Touché.” You slipped the jacket on, noticing immediately how it smelled like Lin.

Yeah, he was never getting this back.

You guys heard a cheer from the huge crowd at Times Square.
“I guess it’s the new year.” He said quietly and he turned towards you, beginning to close the distance. You moved forward as well.
“Hey Lin, we’re starting some karaoke, wanna join?” Someone from inside yelled and he pulled away before he could kiss you.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” He smiled and he looked at you. “I’ll see you later?”

“I think I am going to go home. I am really tired.” You lied and he put his hands in his pockets.

“Do you need a ride?”

“I can just get a cab but thank you.”

“It’s no problem- text me when you get home, okay?” He asked. You smiled and nodded.

“Sure, and Lin?”

“Yeah?”

“Happy New Year.” You raised your glass of champagne.

“Happy New Year- to us.” He replied, returning the toast.

“Yeah. To us.”


2.
“Happy birthday Lin!” You yelled, your voice drowned out by all of the others who were giving him birthday wishes as well. His smile grew as he looked at everyone who was here and he started greeting everyone and talking. Everyone was already ordering rounds and Lin made his way over to you, practically bouncing from all of the energy and from how excited he was.

You felt yourself begin to smile as well, Lin’s smile being contagious.

“I’m glad that you are here!” He said and your smile grew.

“I’m glad you showed up to your party.” You replied and he laughed.

“I went to the wrong bar two times before I came here.”

“You made it and that’s what matters.”

“Yup- anyway, if I were to say do karaoke, would you join me?”

“What song because I don’t think I’ve listened to any normal music in ten years.”

“Your choice.”

“Champagne.”

He smiled to himself and then he looked back at you. “Let’s do it.”
You both got on stage and he looked at you and smiled reassuringly.

“So I got you a present, I went downtown to get it, are you doing anything tonight?”

The song went on as usual.

The part in the musical where Vanessa and Usnavi kiss came up and you both took a step forward.

“I wish I was mad- I’m just too late.” You concluded and you both just stared at each other, not knowing what to do. Everyone applauded loudly and cheered and you put the microphone back on the stand, quickly going back into the crowd.


3.
“Take that back!” You yelled and Lin looked at you, amused.

“I stand by what I said.” He replied and you groaned out of frustration

“Groundhogs day is the best holiday ever and I will fight you.”

“Why is it the best holiday?”

“I don’t know but it is, okay? We have an entire day dedicated to whether a groundhog sees his shadow or not and I think that is great.”

“I mean it’s either six weeks until spring or six more weeks of winter and it means the exact same thing?”

“You can fight me.”

“No, I don’t want to fight you. I’m just saying that groundhogs day is pointless.”

“And I’m just saying that you can fight me.”

“I much rather kiss you.”

“What?”

“Forget I said anything.”


“No. You said-”

“That groundhogs day is pointless.” He finished, turning a light shade of red.

“No after that.”

“That I much rather kiss you than fight you?”

“So why don’t you?” You asked and he froze before he leaned in close to you.

“Groundhog’s day is pointless.” He whispered before pulling away. You rolled your eyes, glaring at him slightly.

“You are such a tease, I can’t believe it.”

“So you’re saying you wanted me to kiss you?” He asked and you shook your head, maybe a bit too quickly.

“Forget I said anything.” You answered.


4.
“This is the best Valentine’s Day ever.” You announced and he shook his head, smiling.

“We are laying in my bed and watching cartoons.”

“Like I said, best Valentine’s Day ever.” You smiled and you put your head on his chest and stared up at the TV, aware that he was now resting his chin on your head.

“And here I was thinking that it was just because you were spending it with me.”

“Well that’s partly true. And it’s also because you’re letting me wear your hoodies.”

“Am I ever going to get those hoodies back?”

“Maybe.”

“I’ll take that as a yes because you finally gave me my suit jacket back today.”

“Well your hoodies are really comfortable so I wouldn’t get your hopes up.” You told him and you closed your eyes.

“I don’t think I’ve told you but you’re beautiful.” He said gently and you opened your eyes quickly.

“I don’t think I’ve told you but you’re the corniest person I know.”

“No, corny would be looking at someone while I ask if the view is amazing and you reply yes and you are talking about them.”
“Seems oddly specific.”

“New Year’s Eve.”

“For the record I was talking about the city as well, I just happened to be looking at you.”

“Sure.” He teased and you rolled my eyes.

We watched the cartoons in silence for a bit before you turned over, facing him. He looked at you, a gentle smile on his face and he sat up. You sat up as well and he leaned over the bed, about to kiss you before the doorbell rang and he swore under his breath in Spanish.

“That’s probably the food.”

“I’ll get it.” You offered and you slid off the bed and quickly made your way out of the room.


5.

“We only have thirty minutes before the first song- you should probably grab your seat.” Lin said, looking a bit nervous. You smiled and grabbed his hand.

“Hey, you can do it. You’re gonna blow everyone away.” You told him and he smiled a bit.

“You really think so?”

“Lin I’ve been spending so much time at your apartment to make sure that you get sleep and I’ve heard you sing all of the songs. I know you can do this.” You reminded him.

“Right, right.”

“Lin look at me.” You said and he looked at you, a mixture of panic and excitement on his face. “I believe in you. Your cast mates believe in you.”

“I know I know I just… what if I-”

You pressed your lips to his and he stopped talking instantly, relaxing and kissing you back.

“Finally.” You heard someone say and you jumped away and looked over to see Chris with his arms crossed and smiling. “I have been waiting for you guys to do that since you first met each other.”
Your face turned red and Lin’s face turned red as well.

“Good luck.” You whispered and Lin smiled brightly.

“I knew that you were the more cliché one.”

“Oh c'mon how was that cliché at all?” You argued and he laughed quietly.

“Shutting me up by kissing me? Cliché. I’ll see you after the show.” He giggled and you nodded. He stole one last glance at you before you exited the backstage area, walking around to the main entrance and you got into your seat right as the show started. The first song started and when Lin entered center stage, you felt excitement rise in you.

“Alexander Hamilton.” He sang, followed by thousands of people cheering. He looked around the audience before finding your eyes. “My name is Alexander Hamilton. And there’s a million things I haven’t done but just you wait. Just you wait.”

Happy Birthday, Harrison!

“Enjoying your birthday so far?” You walked up to Harrison after seeing Laura walk away from him, leaving him alone, nudging him in the process. He turned around to face you, smiling as you stood next to him by the drinks table.

“Oh, yeah,” his smile didn’t falter, “I heard you helped with the party. Thanks.” You smiled in return.

“Did we surprise you? Was it good?” Harrison let out a soft laugh, nodding as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into a side hug.

“You got me, it was a nice surprise. It’s nice to just hangout with everyone and not have anywhere to go in the morning – it’s nice having you here.” You fought the blush threatening to spread from your neck to your cheeks, ready to respond when Tom called everyone’s attention.

“Alright, everyone,” He signaled for Jacob to lower down the music, picking up his cup that he sat on a table earlier. “First, I’d like to thank Zendaya for letting us trash her house.”

“You’re all helping me clean this shit up. Except you, Harrison. Happy birthday!” Harrison laughed, raising his glass toward her.

“Anyway, before I was interrupted,” Zendaya stuck her tongue out at him, mocking him, while Tom did the same to her, “I want to also thank (Y/N), for helping set up the party while the rest of you lot sat on your asses.” He winked at you, causing you to laugh a little, “We’re here to celebrate my partner in crime, my brother at heart and my best friend, Harrison.” Everyone cheered for him, including you. Harrison looked toward you and gave you a small squeeze with the arm that was still wrapped around your shoulders. “Haz, you’re the best friend anyone could have, and the best person anyone could know. Thanks for always being there – even if I can be a little bit of a handful sometimes.” Tom raised his glass, prompting everyone to do so as well, “To Harrison.”

“To Harrison!”

“Thanks everyone,” Harrison smiled, “This was really nice. I’m glad I have you all with me today. Let’s keep the party going!”

“Everyone, to the pool!” Zendaya screamed, being the first one to run outside, causing everyone to follow.

“Haz?” Harrison stopped in his tracks, turning around to face you, a smile on his face again.

“Yeah?” You hesitated on whether you should give him his gift now or not. You decided against it, shaking you head.

“Never mind. I thought I lost my sandals, but they’re by the couch.” Harrison looked at you questioningly but shrugged it off, extending his hand toward you.

“Let’s get in the pool.” You nodded, smiling softly while taking his hand.

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(( OOC: I made the decision not to include Lily and Remus in The Price of War, partly to keep my sanity there’s only so many bloody characters one can play but also to keep the story focused. However, this was a small one-shot I wrote to take place in between parts 7 and 8. It’s sad. Sorry. ))

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Lily remembers the night Euphemia passed away. She remembers how Sirius gripped James like an anchor, head bowed and trembling whilst James spoke to him low and intensely, his face dry of tears.

She watches the same scene play out before her from where she stands at the bottom of their staircase. Cold fear prickles at the back of her neck.

“Who?”

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GOT7 Reaction to their s/o or bff getting into a fight

Request: Okay so short story: I got into an actual fight defending a friend of mine (that I have a crush on wow) and I have a bruise on my jaw now. How would got7 react to a friend/crush/So getting into a fight w/ someone? Alternative: bts or got7 reaction to a protective s/o?

I DO NOT OWN THESE GIFS, I GOT THEM OFF OF GOOGLE. 

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