but just wanted to finish this one by tonight

While Bruce was lost in time, Tim would call his phone a lot. Even though he knew he’d never get an answer, just hearing Bruce’s voice over the voicemail was comforting. It let him feel, just for a moment, like maybe things were still normal, even though they weren’t. And sometimes he would leave messages, just so it felt like he was talking to him again. When Bruce got back, he found hundreds of messages on his answering machine, all from Tim.

“Hey, Bruce, it’s Tim. So uh, Dick made Damian Robin. He just… fired me. Just like that. *a deep breath* You know, I remember that time when you said that Robin would never be taken away from me, but I guess things are different now. Now I don’t really know what I’m going to do. *sigh* If you were here I’d probably just go ask you for advice, but that’s not really an option anymore, huh? *a humorless chuckle* …I thought the others would be on my side, help me try to find you, but they think I’m just grieving. They won’t even let me explain. And the funny thing is I don’t even blame them, because the more I tell myself again and again that you’re out there somewhere, the more it sounds like I’m just crazy. And I probably am, but… I know you’re alive. They don’t believe me, but I know. *a sniffle* Uh, I have to go, so… Bye, Bruce.” *click*

“Hi, Bruce. Me again. It’s already been a month since you’ve been gone. Or, at least I think it is. I don’t really know anymore. I’m still searching, in case you were wondering. I haven’t given up. I won’t give up. Everyone else has, but… I dunno, I guess they can afford to. They have other things to keep them going, so I guess they can afford to accept you’re gone. Don’t know if that says more about them or me. *halfhearted snort* *in the background, another voice asking Tim who he’s talking to* Nobody, Tam. Just… -it’s nobody. *back into the phone* I-I gotta go, so uh, talk to you later.” *click*

“It’s Tim again. I wonder what number message this is. Doesn’t really matter, I guess. So uh, I have to leave in a few hours. I’m gonna fight Ra’s. If you were here you’d probably tell me not to, because I’ll get killed. But you’re not here, and-and that’s why I have to. *long pause* You’d be right, though. I know I’m no match for him, and I know I won’t last for long, so I’ll probably die tonight. But even if he does kill me… it’ll be worth it. So uh, goodbye, I guess. And if this is my last message and I do die, then I just want you to know- *voice crack* *shaky breath* I just want you to know that I’m okay with it. Because at least it’s me rather than you. …Goodbye, Bruce.” *click*

Bruce listens to hundreds of other messages just like this, each one more heartbreaking than the last. When he’s finished, he clears them all, and then he picks up the phone again to call Tim.

Thievery | Peter Parker x Reader

requested: no

summary: reader is peter’s best friend and has just realized her true feelings. after the school day she is walking home and stops at Delmar’s to get a sandwich where a theif comes in and holds everyone at gunpoint. reader is well trained in fighting and takes him on, unaware that he has powers. spider-man arrives on the scene and things get interesting…

word count: 2252 (sorry it’s so long, got carried away)

a/n: this is my first peter parker one and i’m nervous. also idk how i feel about this but i would be up to writing a part 2..? PLEASE give me feedback, that gives me life. anyway hope you enjoy

part 2  part 3

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Tucking a strand of Y/H/C hair behind your ear, you steeled yourself to brave the horrors that were the halls of Midtown Science High School. You sucked in a breath and dove in, immediately being shoved from side to side by teenagers preoccupied by their phones, their friends, or their crushes.

“Hey! Hey, Y/N!” You heard your friend Ned shouting for you and pivoted to face him, nearly causing yourself to collide with a huge dude with a mohawk. Luckily, Ned managed to grab your arm and yank you over to him.

Gasping a sigh of relief you thanked him, “Ned, you just saved my life.” To which he rolled his eyes.

“Yeah Y/N, he’s a real spider-man, better actually.” You heard the sarcasm dripping from his mouth before you saw your best friend in the world: Peter Parker. He came into view with his slightly-disheveled (but in a good way) hair. You averted your eyes immediately, feeling that tight sensation in the pit of your stomach. Unfortunately, your inability to meet his eyes did not go unnoticed and Peter’s face melted into worry, “Hey, Y/N? You ok?” His voice was ridden with worry but you just brushed it off.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine, just thought I might’ve dropped something.” You mumbled your excuse, gesturing to your overflowing hands with a short nod and flashed him an empty smile. He cocked his eyebrows at you, clearly knowing something was up, but let it go.

“Anyway, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out tonight and have a Star Wars marathon with us?” Ned asked as he finished locking away his supplies in his locker and slamming it shut with an ear piercing metal bang. You considered his offer, on one hand you loved hanging out with them, you guys always laughed a lot and a new inside joke came out of every single one of these sleepovers. On the other hand, just this week you noticed something that once realized, could not be shoved to the side; you were falling in love with Peter, fast.

Recognizing your hesitation Ned used his persuasive sing-song voice, “There will be Doritosssss…you’re favorite.” He poked you in the side and you threw your head back and giggled. You glanced sideways at Ned, taking in his goofy grin, raised eyebrows and squinted eyes awaiting your response, and then you couldn’t wait any longer and you met Peter’s gaze. He was looking at you with a small smile and his eyes sparkled light brown with sincere affection. Dammit.

“Yeah, it’ll be fun, who’s house?” You gave in, knowing it was in your best interest both to have fun and because they would fight you on it until you said yes anyway. Both the teenage boys’ faces lit up with excitement.

“5:30!! My house.” Peter exclaimed, clapping his hands together in victory. You snorted a bit and nodded.

“I’ll be there. Alright, I have to run home to clean my room and I want to stop at Delmar’s on the way. Peter you wanna come with? It’s right near your apartment.” You let it slip before you could think better of it. Peter got the face that said “I really want to come but…” and you knew exactly what was coming.

“I have the Stark internship…” You said it in unison with him, earning a small smirk and a sigh, “I’m sorry but I really do need to just finish… some, stuff.. before we all hang out.” You nodded and called a goodbye, turning just too early to see the sorrowful look on his face. He wanted to be with you more than you knew…


“Hey Mr. Delmar!” You called as you entered the bodega. The large man behind the counter smiled at you as you made your way to the fat cat on the counter.

“Hola Y/N. You want a number 3? No pickles?” He asks you, you nod in approval.

“Oh you know me so well,” You shot him a wide smile and then began to scan the aisles to pass the time. You strolled past a mother with her little boy and noted that he was grasping a spider-man toy in his hand and tugging at his mother’s arm.

“Mommy, Mommy, wook, I make Pider-man go flying to help.” His baby lisp only made the entire scene that much cuter, his mother looked down and smiled at him, “Yes baby, Spider-man will always protect you.” You felt your heart leap. You always felt this weird connection to the idea of Spider-man, more-so than any other hero.

“So, Y/N, where is your boyfriend?” You hear Mr. Delmar call as you round the aisle closest to him. He rests an elbow on the counter and raises a single eyebrow in an eerie knowing way. You narrow your eyes at him and prepare to give him the “He’s not my boyfriend speech” that you give him at least twice a week. But you stopped short when his eyes went wide and he raised his hands in submission. He cocked his head at you as an attempt to tell you to get away.

“Put your hands in the air,” You heard a rough voice and then felt a jab in your lower back… a gun. You did as he said and felt him pin your hands together and place them where the gun was, which was now by your head. You felt your heartbeat in your neck and everything seemed to slow down. You saw the woman pull her son behind the furthest aisle, she locked eyes with you and you felt her fear echoed in your face.

“Give me the money, NOW” He shouted at Mr. Delmar, who looked at you with the concern of a parent and did as he said, pulling open the cash register. Pulling yourself out of the haze of fear you forced yourself to remember your training. Closing your eyes tight you drew in a serene breath, One, Two, Three.

Throwing your elbow back, you stomped on his booted foot. He drew away from you with a wheeze of surprise and pain. You threw a hard right hook and distracted him as Mr. Delmar reached for the phone and dialed 911. You actually started to have the upper hand as you kicked out his right foot and he fell to his knee, but then something turned the tables, his hands began to steam and his ski mask caught fire… shit


Peter always followed you home before he started searching for crime, only leaving you if he sees a problem or hears sirens. He was sitting up on top of the building behind the ATM across the street from Delmar’s swinging his legs back and forth and waiting for you to return to view with a sandwich in hand. He pulled his phone out of the side pocket of his backpack and scrolled through to see if he had any new texts from Ned. You were taking longer than usual, he stood up on the edge of the building, careful not to be seen, since he was wearing the Spider-man suit, and searched for you.

Peter knew something was up, he couldn’t keep hiding the secret from you, and eventually Ned would probably let it slip. He thought back to earlier this afternoon when you wouldn’t meet his eyes. He didn’t want to lose you but he didn’t want to put you in jeopardy with you knowing.

“Karen, can I hear what’s happening in there?” Peter asked his suit lady.

“Engaging enhanced reconnaissance mode” He then heard a commotion and could see the heat signatures of two people fighting. Suddenly, however, one of the figures had their hands and head light up red-hot. Shit, Y/N was in there. Peter shot up and jumped from his perch onto the ATM building and then swung down to Delmar’s, blasting through the door. Nobody would hurt Y/N…


You pulled away from the burning man and backed up as far as you could. But you remembered the frightened woman and decided to try and lead him away from them, “Come on, I’m just a teenager why don’t you come get me?” That was the wrong thing to say, he hurled a fireball at your head. You narrowly avoided it but fell to the floor, tripping over a fallen newspaper stack. Your heart caught in your throat as he moved to stand over you, pulling off his mask to reveal a devilish smirk.

“What are you going to do now, babyface?” He growled at you, showcasing his cracked and missing teeth. You cringed away just kind of moving backwards an inch.

“She doesn’t have to do anything, because I will.” Your head whipped up to find the source of the familiar voice. What you found you couldn’t believe… It was him! Spider-man. He shot a web into the middle of the mans chest and used it to pull him forward, he kicked the man in the chest and then looked over at you. “Get everyone out of here! Get to safety.” You looked up at him mesmerized, taking a moment to fully absorb his words and then nodded profusely. You pulled yourself up, muscles aching from the combat you just did and scurried over to huddled mother. 

“Please, you have to get out of her.” The woman nodded and gripped her son tightly, sprinting for the door as he kept pointing at the real version of the small action figure in his hand. You nodded at Mr. Delmar and he began to get employees out. You slowly leaned around one of the aisles to see where they were. Spider-man was locked in combat with him, continuously shooting webs that would melt over his hands so that the punches didn’t burn. You saw that no one else was left in the store and looked around for an exit route. You were blocked in, they had moved over by the doorway. You wanted to help the hero but didn’t know how. Then it occurred to you.

You leaned close to the ground and made your way to the ice cream refrigerator on the wall on the wall. Desperately, you flung the door open and began ripping ice cream off the walls, until there was enough space for you to be able to fit in it. You stood in front of it and then prepared yourself for bravery you were pretty sure you didn’t actually have.

“Hey! Hot-Head! Come at me, I bet I can still take you.” He turned to you and smiled. You turned around fast to make sure the open fridge was right behind you.

“What-what’re you doing!?” Spider-man shouted, but you shook your head, letting the man get closer. His hands caught fire and he pushed you until you were up against the freezer and you caught eyes with Spider-man. You had about 2 seconds to get him to understand. You gestured your head back, ducked down and pushed yourself on the floor between the mans legs and shouted, “WEB HIM.”

In a second a stream of webs shot over your head and sealed the man in the freezer, door still open (you weren’t trying to kill him). Spider-man walked forward and webbed him over and over again. And you knew your theory worked, the fridge counteracted his heat and he could not melt the webs.

When he was done webbing the thief, Spider-man turned to you and cocked his head in a weirdly familiar way, “Thank you, that was really brave..” He seemed confused but also satisfied and sort of… proud?

“Yeah- uh, no of course.” You replied nervously, noticing that he seemed to have made his voice lower since the last time he talked. You took in his muscles and felt a blush creep over your face.

“Listen, I kind of have to go, the cops are going to get here soon and I really don’t want to have to explain to my parents what happened, also I want to be able to hang out with my friends. They’d never let me leave the house again after this…” You gestured to the scene around you. The masked hero nodded. 

“I get it… more than you know. Come here, I can help.” He motioned for you to come outside by the door with him. “Hold on tight.” He grabbed you around the waist once you were out and shot a web, lifting you into the air. It was exhilarating and you felt your hair whipping around your face. However, the joy ride was short. Spider-man brought you to the ground 3 buildings over from Delmar’s just as the first responders arrived on the scene. Miraculously he took you in the direction of your house.

“Now you don’t have to worry, get home safe. I don’t recommend any more stops tonight.” Spider-man said to you. There was a note of deep concern in his voice and again it felt familiar.

“Thank you,” You whispered breathless. Staring at a real hero, one whom you had just helped catch a villain was unreal. He didn’t answer, he merely raised a gloved hand and smoothed down your unruly hair. Then without warning he shot a web out to his right and swung out of view.

Something in your stomach was telling you that you knew the face underneath that mask, but you tucked away that nagging feeling and hauled-ass home.

Harry Smut// Anonymous

Masterlist || Part 2 (as requested)

A/N: Okay bIG MOOD

8:30 showed on your phone as you sat at the hotel lobby bar. A pianist played classical music in the corner of the room softly. The piece sounded familiar, but you couldn’t focus on the harmony. Your legs were a little chilly on the metal chair in your olive dress. You pulled down the hem wondering if it was too much for tonight; you told him to dress up, but you wondered if what you had on was too much.

Did it matter anyway? He was now fifteen minutes late at a 30 became a 31 on your clock. The bartender almost passed you until you caught his attention. 

“Dirty martini please,” you told him, tapping your coaster.

He nodded before starting to make your drink. Your patience was wavering. He hadn’t texted you or messaged you about being late or on his way. A simple text just saying, “traffic is horrible. be there in five,” would suffice. 

Your drink was delivered faster than you thought it would, but there was still no one walking into the hotel. You were the only one at the bar. Some had come to get a drink, but they were swept away by others, and that’s all you wanted. You wanted to be swept by someone; you wanted someone that demanded your attention but you always demanded theirs. 

“Scotch, straight,” a man dressed in a suit and tie said as he walked up behind you to order. He laid down some cash next to your drink; you weren’t an expert on the price of a scotch, but you were sure he laid down too much, “and hers as well,” he finished.

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anonymous asked:

How many dads of marmora fanfics do you know about?

I can give you two big recs for sure:

Collision Course by winterysomnium: I’m obsessed with this. It’s got everything I needed to read from an BOM Keith au. I read it once and then immediately read it again. I cannot. overstate how happy I was reading this story <3 Rec 10/10 would read always

It Takes a Village by Zemmiphobia: I haven’t yet finished reading this one but I’ve had it open on a tab since yesterday and It’s already so incredible. I want to finish reading tonight and just let myself be overcome!!!! with feelings!!! Rec 10/10 would read always

Death of a Bachelor starters

VICTORIOUS.

‘ tonight we are victorious. ’
‘ all my friends were glorious. ’
‘ let me be your killer king. ’
‘ it hurts until it stops. ’
‘ my touch is black and poisonous. ’
‘ I know you need it. do you feel it ? ’
‘ drink the water, drink the wine. ’
‘ we gotta turn up the crazy. ’
‘ I’m like a scarf trick, it’s all up the sleeve. ’
‘ I taste like magic. ’
‘ Throw the bait, catch the shark, bleed the water red. ’
‘ 50 words for murder and I’m every one of them. ’

DON’T THREATEN ME WITH A GOOD TIME.

‘ it’s a hell of a feeling, though. ’
‘ who are these people ? ’
‘ I just woke up in my underwear. ’
‘ I should probably introduce myself. ’
‘ there’s no such thing as getting out of hand. ’
‘ memories tend to just pop up. ’
‘ don’t think I’ll ever get enough. ’
‘ champagne, cocaine, gasoline– and most things in between. ’
‘ I roam the city in a shopping cart. ’
‘ this night is heating up. ’
‘ raise hell and turn it up. ’
‘ If you go out you might pass out in a drain pipe. ’
‘ don’t threaten me with a good time. ’
‘ what are these footprints? they don’t look very human-like. ’
‘ Now I wish that I could find my clothes. ’
‘ I wanna wake up, can’t even tell if this is a dream. ’
‘ how did we end up in my neighbor’s pool ? ’

HALLELUJAH.

‘ A moment you’ll never remember, and a night you’ll never forget. ’
‘ Show praise with your body. ’
‘ Say your prayers. ’
‘ My life started the day I got caught. ’
‘ the time for being sad is  over. ’
‘ you miss them like you miss no other. ’
‘ being blue is better than being over it. ’
‘ I was drunk and it didn’t mean a thing. ’
‘ I love the things you hate about yourself. ’
‘ just finished a daydream. ’
‘ no one wants you when you have no heart. ’
‘ I’m sitting pretty in my brand new scars. ’
‘ You’ll never know if you don’t ever try again, so let’s try. ’

EMPEROR’S NEW CLOTHES.

‘ finders keepers, losers weepers. ’
‘ welcome to the end of eras. ’
‘ dress me up and watch me die. ’
‘ if it feels good, tastes good, it must be mine. ’
‘ you just might see a ghost tonight. ’
‘ And if you don’t know, now you know. ’
‘ I’m taking back the crown. ’
‘ I’m all dressed up and naked. ’
‘ I see what’s mine and take it. ’
‘ so close, I can taste it. ’
‘ I’m so much more than royal. ’
‘ Heroes always get remembered, but you know legends never die. ’
‘ welcome to my world of fun. ’

DEATH OF A BACHELOR.

‘ do I look lonely ? ’
‘ people have told me I don’t look the same. ’
‘ maybe I lost weight. ’
‘ I’m playing hooky with the best of the best. ’
‘ I’m walking the long road, watching the sky fall. ’
‘ how could I ask for more ? ’
‘ a lifetime of laughter and the expense of the death of a bachelor. ’
‘ it feels like my heart is going to burst. ’
‘ and when you think of me am I the best you’ve ever had ? ’
‘ share one more drink with me, smile even though you’re sad. ’

CRAZY=GENIUS.

‘ you can set yourself on fire. ’
‘ you dance on a tightrope of weird. ’
‘ but when I wake up you’re so normal that you just disappear. ’
‘ there’s no residue of a torturer inside of your eyes. ’
‘ then I’m a fucking arsonist. ’
‘ I’m a rocket scientist. ’
‘ you can set yourself on fire, but you’re never gonna burn. ’
‘ you’re never gonna learn. ’
‘ Darlin’, you know how the wine plays tricks on my tongue. ’
‘ other boys you may have dated serrated your heart with a slice. ’
‘ the cut of your love never hurts. ’

LA DEVOTEE.

‘ you got two black eyes from loving too hard. ’
‘ I wouldn’t change you. ’
‘ I wouldn’t ever try to make you leave. ’
‘ just another LA devotee. ’
‘ I couldn’t change you. ’
‘ I couldn’t ever make you see. ’

GOLDEN DAYS.

‘ I found a pile of Polaroids in the crates of a record shop. ’
‘ boy, he was something debonair in 1979. ’
‘ and she had Farrah Fawcett hair. ’
‘ don’t you wonder when the light begins to fade ? ’
‘ all the memories that we make will never change. ’
‘ time can never break your heart, but it’ll take the pain away. ’
‘ Right now our future’s certain. ’
‘ I won’t let it fade away. ’

THE GOOD THE BAD AND THE DIRTY.

‘ truth is that it was always going to end. ’
‘ if you wanna start a fight, you better throw the first punch. make it a good one. ’
‘ And if you wanna make it through the night, you better say my name like the good, the bad and the dirty. ’
‘ I know what it’s like to have to trade the ones that you love for the ones you hate. ’
‘ don’t think I’ve ever used a day of my education. ’
‘ there’s only two ways that these things can go. ’
‘ how was I to know that all your friends won’t hold any grudges ? ’
‘ I got the final judgement. ’
‘ you’ve been gone so long, I forgot what you feel like. ’
‘ but I’m not gonna think about that right now. ’
‘ all our friends want us to fall in love. ’

HOUSE OF MEMORIES.

‘ the lonely moments just get lonelier, the longer you’re in love. ’
‘ I don’t want to be afraid. ’
‘ baby, we built this house on memories. ’
‘ promise me a place in your house of memories. ’
‘ I think of you from time to time, more than I thought I would. ’
‘ you were just too kind. ’
‘ I was too young to know. ’
‘ that’s all that really matters. ’
‘ I was a fool. ’
‘ those thoughts of past lovers, they’ll always haunt me. ’
‘ I wish I could believe you’d never wrong me. ’
‘ will you remember me in the same way as I remember you ? ’

IMPOSSIBLE YEAR.

‘ there’s no sunshine. ’
‘ all the guests at the party, they’re so insincere. ’
‘ these nightmares always hang on past the dream. ’

Earned It (Jason Todd x Reader)

Request: NOPE.

A/N: I love sharing my fantasies with you guys lol. I’m not sure if the reader is really dominant in here but oh well, I tried. and if you’re allergic to chocolate, well I have bad news for you….

WORDS: 1,839

WARNINGS: HAVE A BOTTLE OF WATER OR HOLY WATER NEXT TO YOU. YOU WILL NEED IT.

Tags: @wynterrobin @wannabe-weasley @avengerdragoness @kazuha159 @romannovas @zqndaya @insideoflit @jxsontxdds @annoyingtacoart @hinata7346

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JASON  TODD!!!

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Jason knew you were going to surprise him with something. You’ve been dropping hints since the first of August that his present would be a huge surprise, but he didn’t know it would end up like this. Sure, he fantasizes about you taking control, but he didn’t know you really had it in you. His sweet and shy little (y/n) is kinkier than he thought.

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#76- Wing Kink (Destiel)

Requested by @sevenbillionpeoplebabe for my kink list (master list here).

Word Count: 1100ish

Warning: wing kink, smut

A/N: Enjoy! XOXO


“Hello, Dean.”

Dean trembles at the sounds of Cas’ voice.

He’ll never admit it out loud, and he’s grateful that Cas never mentions it when he gets like this. It makes him feel too open, too visible, when he gets in these moods, and he isn’t sure he could handle his present state being acknowledged. But he can’t help it and can’t stop it.

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Say It // MYG

Suga x Reader

Genre: Smut 


Originally posted by hobiloween


Another night full of boredom as you lie awake in bed alone while Yoongi was at the studio again. He’d been gone all day and all day you had needed him. You wanted him to pound you relentlessly until the bed broke, whisper dirty words in your ear, and make you weak at the knees. But he wasn’t there. You needed him, but he needed to work.

Yoongi was preparing for another comeback. In the studio, all alone, with just his thoughts and his music. The rest of the boys left earlier to go eat and rest for the night. But he stayed. Finishing his work was too important for him. As he was zoning in and out of one of the many songs he finished today, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. 

“Hello?” he groaned tiredly, rubbing his eyes before placing his head on his hand.

“When are you coming back?” You asked quietly, shyly, expecting him to give you an answer you didn’t want to hear.

“I don’t know. I still have a few more songs to look over…” 

“Do you have to do it tonight?”

He picked his head up at your question. You’re usually not the one to call him while he’s in the studio, not that he minded, he just knew that you respected his time there and chose not to bother him whenever he needed to get something done.

“Do you need something, sweetheart?” 

With that question, you rolled over onto your back and slowly touched your body, imitating the way he touched you, starting with chest, covered by your black lace bra, and slowly moving down to your thighs. His voice alone was enough to turn you even more on than you were before. 

“I need you.” 

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The Surprise

Fandom: Marvel
Pairing: Loki x reader
Words: 2641
Warnings: SMUT and fluff
A/N: So here it is, guys! I saw that a lot of you wanted a fic inspired by this gif, so I decided to write something. 
If it’s your birthday when you’re reading this, have a very happy birthday! 
Please forgive all the grammar/spelling mistakes I’ve made. 
Hope you enjoy!

Tagging: @tearstainedashes , @pastapizzacheesedragon , @madman-with-a-snogbox , @fn-xo , @itsfangirlharu 



You were reading your favorite book while lying in the sweet embrace of your boyfriend, the God of Mischief, Loki.

Too caught in the story of the book you ignored Loki’s words. That was until he shook you gently and looked down at you.

“Just because that book is more interesting than me holding you in my arms, doesn’t mean that you should ignore me, love” he chuckled and you smiled back at him after you put the book down and turned around so you can look at him.

“Did you say something… I’m sorry, I did not hear you” you apologized and kissed the corner of his lips, softly.

“Yes. Just a reminder that your birthday is in two days, so I wanted to know if there is anything you want for your special day?” he asked while caressing your cheeks.

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His//Im Jaebum

Originally posted by jjaenyoung

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader

Genre: Smut

Summary:Jaebum becomes possessive over you after he becomes jealous.

Author’s Note: This is some pure ass smut enjoy

WARNING: dirty talk, slight daddy kink.

xoxo Sara


You got up early one morning with the intentions of getting ready and making yourself look presentable.  You were meeting an old friend for the first time today and you wanted to make sure you looked nice. You slid quietly out of your bed, doing your best not to wake up your boyfriend. You knew he would need as much sleep as he could get due to his busy schedule as of late, and you didn’t want to interrupt his dreams. You sat by your mirror and hummed softly as you did your makeup, entertaining yourself while managing to not wake him.

You got dressed and headed out of your room, making sure to close the door as lightly as you could behind you, when you heard him stir in your bed. You heard his soft groans that he let out every morning circle through your usually silent apartment, making you smile to yourself as you reached the living room. You heard the door to your room open.

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TWRPtober

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(( request batch 3!!! I’ve only got one request left now which I’ll (hopefully) finish tomorrow, I was planning on putting all 3 of them in one post but I really wanted to post these tonight so,,

the first one is a piggy back ride tower requested by anonymous!! and the second- also requested by an anon- was just whatever my favorite headcanon(s) was so I picked one by @cipherfied where Bruce only kisses Dick when he’s asleep which I thought was way too cute to not draw cause I’m a sucker for fluffy father/son stuff..

anyway hope u guys like these!! last one will be done tomorrow hopefully!! ))

(( EDIT: fixed the thing where I accidentally drew robin sleeping in his glasses cause it was Bugging Me…… ))

Professor Winchester (Dean Winchester x Reader AU) Chap. 1

Professor Winchester Masterlist

Word Count: 2,613

Professor!Dean Winchester x Reader AU

Summary: A few years after being accepted into your dream college, everything’s going well. Your grades are good, your social life is booming, all your assignments are easy…  Except for the damn essay that Professor Winchester assigned you. Based off this request.

Chapter Warnings : Language, alcohol usage, mentions of sex, mentions of student/teacher relationships

‘Similar to the effects of the mythical creature the basilisk, Medusa…”

You groan out as you sit at your kitchen table, your fingertips typing away at your laptop in an attempt to start the introduction paragraph of your research essay that’s due tonight. You tend to be a procrastinator, which never works well, and more often than not leaves you immensely stressed out.

You shake your head, deleting the first sentence all together before taking a long sip of coffee. Only three hours to get the essay done. Three hours until the deadline. Damn Professor Winchester for giving you such a challenging topic.

Normally, you love his class. He’s easily one of the most laid back, chilled out professors you’ve had throughout your three years at the University of Kansas. His love for Greek Mythology is unlike anything you’ve seen before. His lectures are nothing short of interesting, as he somehow manages to make even the most minuscule of things seem like the most amazing thing in the world. The tests are hard, but as long as you pay attention and take notes in class, you’ve always been fine.

Unfortunately for you, the subject of your essay that Professor Winchester had assigned you is something that you’ve yet to go over in the class, leaving you completely clueless.

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Take a Chance

The gifset of Dean giving himself that little pep talk from 7x04 inspired me to write this. Dean x Reader, Dean’s POV. Hope you like :)

For fuck’s sake, Dean, you’ve done this a thousand times. You can charm a woman without even breaking a sweat. Why are you so damn nervous?

Because, dumbass, it’s Y/N. This time it’s not some random bar chick that I’ll probably never lay eyes on again. And I don’t want to mess things up. I don’t want to do something that’ll make everything all awkward.

I just want… I just want to be with her. Whatever that means. And I don’t even know how to say that without making things all fucking weird.

Just tell her the truth. Well, the surface truth. Say you’re bored. Take a chance.

She doesn’t need to know you hate being in a separate room from her, that you miss being around her. That you feel not all there when she’s not around, like a piece is missing. That you’re dying to touch her. Like really touch her.

Okay. Here’s her door. Just heard a noise, so you know she’s awake. So knock already.

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DEATH OF A BACHELOR STARTER MEMES

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01. Victorious

“Tonight we are victorious.”
“Let me be your killer king.”
“It hurts until it stops; we will love until it’s not.”
“I’m a killing spree in white.”
“My touch is black and poisonous.”
“I know you need it.”
“Do you feel it?”
“Drink the water.”
“Drink the wine.”
“We gotta turn up the crazy; livin’ like a washed up celebrity.”
“It’s all up the sleeve.”
“Fifty words for murder and I’m every one of them.”
“All my friends were glorious.”

02. Don’t Threaten Me With A Good Time

“It’s a helluva feeling though .”
“Who are these people?”
“I just woke up in my underwear.”
“I should probably introduce myself.”
“You shoulda seen what I wore.”
“I was the king of this hologram.”
“Memories tend to just pop up.”
“Don’t think I’ll ever get enough.”
“Champagne, cocaine, gasoline and most things in between.”
“This night is heating up.”
“If you go out you might pass out in a drain pipe.”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time .”
“What are these footprints?”
“Now I wish that I could find my clothes.”
“Can’t even tell if this is a dream.”
“How did we end up in my neighbors pool?”
“I usually don’t fall when I try to stand.”
“I’ve told you time and time again.”
“I’m not as think as you drunk I am.”
“I think we’ve had enough.”        

03. Hallelujah

“A moment you’ll never remember.”
“A night that you’ll never forget.”
“Show praise with your body.”
“And if you can’t stop shaking, lean back; Let it move right through ya.”
“My life started the day I got caught.”
“Who was I tryna be?”
“Then the time for being sad is over.”
“Missin’ them like you miss no other.”
“Being blue is better than being over it.”
“I was drunk and it didn’t mean a thing.”
“Stop thinking about the words from my mouth.”
“I love the things you hate about yourself.”
“Just finish the daydream.”
“Who were you tryna be?”
“No one wants you when you have no heart.”
“You’ll never know if you don’t ever try.”
“Let’s try.”  

04. Emperor’s New Clothes

“Finders keepers, losers weepers.”
“Welcome to the end of eras.”
“Done my time and served my sentence.”
“It must be mine.”
“You just might see a ghost tonight.”
“And if you don’t know now you know.”
“I’m taking back the crown.”
“I’m all dressed up and naked.”
“I see what’s mine and take it.”
“So close I can taste it.”
“I’m so much more than royal.”
“Mortal kings are ruling castles.”
“Welcome to my world of fun.”
“Flip the switch.”
“Watch them run.”
“Heroes will always be remembered.”
“Legends will never die.”

05. Death of a Bachelor

“Do I look lonely?”
“I see the shadows on my face.”
“People have told me I don’t look the same.”
“Maybe I lost weight.”
“Put my heart on your chest so that you can see it too.”
“I’m walking the long road.”
“I’m watching the sky fall.”
“The lace of your dress tingles my neck.”
“How do I live?”
“How could I ask for more?”
“Feels like my heart is going to burst.”
“I just want to be served.”
“And when you think of me, am I the best you’ve ever had?”
“Share one more drink with me.”
“Smile even though you’re sad.”

06. Crazy=Genius

“You can set yourself on fire.”
“You’re so normal that you disappear.”
 “There’s no residue of torture in your eyes.”
“Crazy equals genius.”
“If crazy equals genius, then I’m a fucking rocket scientist.”
“If crazy equals genius, then I’m a fucking arsonist.”
“The wine seems to play tricks on my tongue.”
 “You don’t seem to have changed.”
“The cut of your knife never hurts.”

07. LA Devotee

“You got two black eyes from loving too hard.”
“I wouldn’t change ya.”
“I wouldn’t ever try to make you leave.”
“Just another LA devotee.”
“You got bleached out eyes from the valley sand.”
“I couldn’t ever try to make you see.”
“Always on the hunt for a little more time.”   

08. Golden Days

“I found a pile of Polaroids in the crates from a record shop.”
“They were sexy.”
“Sexy, looking back from a night that time forgot.”
“Don’t you wonder when the light begins to fade?”
“The clock just makes the colors turn to grey.”
“Forever younger growing older just the same.”
“All the memories that we make will never change.”
“We’ll stay drunk, we’ll stay tan.”
“Let the love remain.”
“I bet they met some diplomats on Bianca Jagger’s new yacht.”
“The air was sauna hot.”

09. The Good, The Bad, and The Dirty

“Truth is that it was always going to end.”
“True; all of the good girls act so good, til one of them doesn’t wait their turn .”
“If you wanna start a fight, you better throw the first punch.”
“Make it a good one.”
“You better say my name.”
“I know what it’s like to have to trade the ones that you love for the ones you hate.”
“Don’t think I’ve ever used a day of my education.”
“There’s only two ways that these things can go; good or bad.”
“I’ve got the last judgement.”
“You’ve been gone so long, I forgot what you felt like.”

10. House of Memories

“If you’re a lover, you should know: the lonely moments just get lonelier.”
“Memories turns into a daydream.”
“It becomes a taboo.”
“I don’t want to be afraid.”
“It takes my breath away.”
“Baby, we built this house on memories.”
“Take my picture now.”
“I think of you time to time, more than I thought I would.”
“They’ll always haunt me.”
“I wish I could believe you never wronged me.”
“Will you remember me in the same way I remember you?”
“Promise me a place in your house of memories.”

11. Impossible Year

“There’s no sunshine.”
“Only black days and sky grey and clouds full of fear and storms full of sorrow that won’t disappear.”
“There’s no good times.”
“They’re so insincere.”
“They just intrude and extrude.”
“There’s no you and me.”
“There’s never air to breathe.”
“There’s never in-betweens.”
“These nightmares always hang on past the dream.”  

We Fight, We Breakup, We Fuck, We Makeup- Derek Luh Smut

Request: Could I request an imagine with Derek where we’ve been together for 2 years and we get into a huge fight but we make up with something a bit smutty

Warnings: Cursing and I’ve never written smut before so this might be crappy 🙈😩

I was sitting at home scrolling through Instagram and checking out my Twitter mentions while watching Catfish simultaneously. I put my phone down for a couple seconds to channel surf when I hear a car pull into the driveway.

Derek’s home from the studio. Finally. Lately Derek has been going to the studio and coming back late, but I’ve always fallen asleep before he gets back. I hope there’s nothing I should be worried about.

My thoughts are soon stopped in place when I hear the keys jingle in the door it opens ever so slightly. He walks in and a gust of wind blows through the house. I’m suddenly slapped in the face by a strong scent of alcohol mixed with… weed.

Is he serious right now? We’ve talked about this shit, over and over and he thinks he can get away with it?! No. Not today. Before he sees me, I turn around and walk towards the staircase and sit on the fourth step, my feet resting on the third. Phone in hand, and ready to yell.

He closes the door behind him and stops in his tracks when he sees me sitting on the steps. “Hey baby. How are you,” Derek smiles. I look at him up and down and notice that his eyes are bloodshot red. He’s high right now.

When he notices that I don’t reply, he asks, “What’s wrong, baby?” Still ignoring his questions, I finally speak up. “Did you have fun at the ‘studio’, Derek?,” I ask putting air quotes around studio. “Um, yeah. I got a lot done today,“he lied straight through his teeth. His perfect white teeth that seemed to blind people whenever he smiled. Fuck, Y/N focus.

“Oh really, like what?,” I challenged. I wanted to catch him in his dirty ass lie. “Um, I published a song, wrote some more lyrics, and here I am.”

“Really, Derek? Because you were gone since 8 tonight and currently it’s 2 in the morning. You’re trying to tell me that it took you 6 hours to write a couple songs and publish one? Do you think I’m stupid Derek?,” I ranted standing up on the stairs from getting angry.

“Okay, I’m gonna need you to chill because you’re raising your voice.” Was I raising my voice? I didn’t even notice.

I stepped down that stairs and made my way over to Derek, bringing his clothes towards my nose. Just to show him that I knew he was lying. I look up at him and I see he has a worried expression on his face.

“Huh, smells a little familiar don’t you think? The perfect mix of alcohol and oh what’s that? Weed?,” I say with anger and irritation laced in my voice. “So Derek, is the studio your final answer because I caught you in a damn lie and right now I’m very aggravated.”

He stays silent.“That’s what I thought. You know what Derek, I am so fucking tired of you always lying to me! I’m over it,” I say raising my voice. Yeah, I noticed this time.

“Woah, what do you mean always lying to you? When have I ever lied to you, Y/N?,” Derek asked raising his voice to same level as I did.

“Hmm,” I pretended to think. “How about the fact that you told me you were going to the studio when in reality you went to the club, you promised you’d stop smoking but look at where we are right now and let’s not forget - -.” He cut me off,“OK hold up, who said I smoked weed. You’re always assuming shit, and it’s getting on my fucking nerves,” he yelled at the top of his weed filled lungs. He can’t fool me.

“Oh, I’m assuming shit? Derek, your eyes are bloodshot red, you smell like fucking weed. I’m so done with your shit,” I say walking up the stairs. I get into our shared bedroom, grab my Adidas duffel bag and start stuffing my shit in there.

I jump up in fear when I feel snake their way around my waist. As soon as my brain proceses that it’s Derek, I immediately shake him off of me considering I was still pissed at him. “C'mon babe it was one blunt,” Derek whined. “So you did lie, you’re a fucking, ugh,” I grunted being too angry to finish my sentence.

“Come on, Y/N, we’ve been together for 2 fucking years and you want to leave just because I smoked a blunt tonight,” Derek protested. “It’s not even that Derek,” I say turning around. “It’s the fact that you promised me you’d stop smoking and you went behind my back and still did it. You probably even smoked this whole week, but got away with it because I fell asleep before you got back. So you know what, yes I am leaving,” I say ever so calmly and turning back around to finish packing my stuff.

I’m almost done packing when I am pulled from behind and spun around. I feel pain in my back when I am slammed against the wall with two hands on each side of my body.

I am confused as to what’s going on when I hear Derek whisper,“ I guess now I have to fuck you to remind you how good I am when I’m high.” I almost moan at his words. He moves his lips down to my neck and starts kissing it roughly. I can tell there going to be hickies there in the morning.

Derek continues his actions until I moan. He whispers in my ear again,“Bounce.” I jump up and wrap my legs around Derek’s waist.

Let’s just say we had a lot of fun that night. Maybe I’ll let Derek keep smoking weed.

A/N: Thanks you guys so much for reading. This was requested by the lovely lady: almoststupendousparadise. I love you guys and I’ll talk to y'all soon ✌️🤘👋

ships in the night. (m)

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Anonymous Requested: a fluffy, romantic, appreciative Namjoon smut

Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 6,252

Description: In your relationship somewhere along the line, the two of you started unknowingly passing each other by; something akin to two ships in the night.

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The contact photo of his dimpled grin illuminated your phone screen just as you walked through the front door, making a goofy smile spread across your face. You set down the dinner and movie that you’d picked up on your way home from work, before sliding your thumb across the screen to answer his call.

“Hey babe.” You chirp, as you try to control the excitement in your voice.

“Hey…” The word comes out slow and somewhat hesitant, making you knit your eyebrows together.

“Is…  something wrong?” You ask questioningly. You wait a few moments and there’s still no answer, making a worry bubble up inside of your chest.

“Namjoon what’s—” You try to ask again, but you don’t get to finish before he interjects.

“I’m not going to be able to make it home tonight.”

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TKST Chapter 3

A/N: HERE U GO! CHAPTER 3 FINALLY! PLEASE ENJOY. CLICK here TO READ PREVIOUS CHAPTERS OF THE KITE STRING TANGLE.


The party was on Wednesday night. You fucked him early Thursday morning. He doesn’t text you until Friday afternoon.

Shawn Mendes: So, how’s the essay coming?

It’s the first thing he’s ever texted you, and you want to blow it up and frame it on your wall.

It’s not a suggestive text, per se, but it does suggest he was thinking about you, which makes you think maybe the thing you had isn’t just a one night stand. Maybe he’s been thinking about it as much as you have. Maybe he wants, like, an actual fuckbuddy. You’re not necessarily opposed to the thought.

You hate that you lied to him, acted like you hadn’t finished your essay before going to the party, so you could find an excuse to leave after what you honestly could say was the best sex you’d ever had. Maybe he wasn’t the most refined lover, like an older man or something, but he was passionate, thorough, and desperate to get you off more than once. It was almost unbearable. It was supposed to be casual hook-up sex, not the overwhelming kind of sex that you could only hope to someday emulate on your wedding night.

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For You{4}[Jeff Atkins]

Request: Can i request a Jeff Atkins imagine where hes like a badboy but when Y/N is the new girl at Liberty and Clay takes her under his wing, Jeff feels the need to protect her and be good for her? And then at a party he sees Monty and Y/N flirting so he gets wasted and Y/N ends up taking him to her house and taking care of him and he drunkenly confesses his softy feelings for her?

Pairing:bad boy!Jeff Atkins x fem!reader

A/N:This kinda sucks but here it is anyway!-M

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Originally posted by wkom

“Jeff… "She said once more and sighed deeply. When she saw that he just wouldn’t stop,she started shaking her head and finally, his hands removed from her hair.

"Ah,don’t do this,you’ll get dizzy!”

She ignored his comment and continued walking, faster and faster every time he spoke.She felt really uncomfortable listening to him compliment her.She needed him to shut up so that she could think straight.

“Your hair is soft.I like your hair.”

“Jeff,stop it…” She said in a serious tone.He just rolled his eyes and smiled widely,like he had achieved his goal to irritate her.

Why was he like that?Bipolar disorder?No,just too much liquor.Right?

“We’re almost at my house.Where’s yours though? "She asked and suddenly, he overdramatically put his right hand on his forehead and fell on her.She used all her strength and somehow managed to lift him up.He put his arm around her shoulders and he seemed like he couldn’t walk properly.

"What?” She almost yelled but he put his index finger on her lips,hushing her.

“Oh no,i don’t feel very well…Can i stay at your place tonight?”

“Whoa wait…”She said and tried to push him away but he was too strong and didn’t seem to move an inch.She  sighed loudly and put her hands on his waist,holding him tightly.

She let him come with her without even asking for the location of his own home.He was such a fucking distraction.She was so busy thinking of what she would answer,if he asked her about what happened at the party that she didn’t even mind him basically walking her home.All the anger had strangely faded away and she even laughed a few times at his stupid,intoxicated,loud thoughts.

“Have you noticed that i eventually go along with whatever you want tonight?I’ve lowered my standards and that’s bad.”She confessed and snorted at he thought that he had such an effect on her.It was just so funny.

“So is that an okay or what?“He asked and after hesitating for a moment,she nodded.

“I guess you won’t tell me where you live so i can take you there.And i guess i can’t leave you alone either.“

“You guess right babygirl…”He whispered in her ear and smirked.Y/N felt shivers running down her spine.What was wrong with her?She was supposed to slap him for everything he told and did to her those past couple of days and then walk away.But that wasn’t one of her options and she couldn’t tell why.

After a couple minutes of dead silence,they finally arrived at Y/N’s.

“Can you stand?”She asked and giving her an adorab-stupid smile,he removed his arm from her and indeed stood on his own two feet like there wasn’t anything wrong with him physically.

“Yes, as you can see!”He said and she shook her head.He was playing with her.Of course,she knew that he was pretending but the worst part was that he was having the time of his life.He was enjoying it so much.

She took the keys out of the pocket of her dress and unlocked the door.Thank goodness her parents were gone for the weekend.

“Oh my!This place is so cool!”Jeff exclaimed as he walked in.He literally jumped on the couch then lay there,his hands resting on his forehead.

“Yeah,sure,right…”She seemed to be thinking of something else so she wasn’t paying much attention to him.More than to what was gonna happen from that point and on.

“Y/N i need to tell you something…”He almost shouted when he saw the girl getting upstairs.She stopped moving and turned to him,giving him a questionable look.

“I’m just gonna bring you a blan-”

“It can wait.”He retorted and she frowned.What was so important?Probably on of his stupid comments again,she thought and rolled her eyes.

He sounded serious and honest though.Like something serious had happened.Y/N slowly walked towards him and getting up,he made space for her to sit beside him.

“What is it this time?”She asked,not looking at him.She felt exausted all of a sudden.She didn’t wanna think anymore.It was tiring.

“You’re probably gonna laugh at me but honestly,at this point i don’t care…”He said and put his hands on her thigh.Okay,what was happening?One moment he was all acting strange,the other all serious.Weirdly, sober serious.

The place his hand touched started burning.Damn you Jeff Atkins.Damn you…

“Doubt it,only if it’s some kind of anecdote…”She turned her gaze at him and took a moment to acknowledge his beautiful features;Fuck,he was handsome.

“Hey,listen…”He almost whispered as he removed some hair from her face,putting them behind her ear.

Oh,o-okay…”She breathed.

“You know i like you right?You don’t think i punched Motty because i hate you?I know i said some hurtful things to you and i wish i could take them back.But every time i saw you in the hall with Jensen,i couldn’t help but feel jealous that he was hanging out with you instead of me.And earlier,i felt the need to protect you from that asshole because i know he isn’t the guy you all think he is.”

As he talked,she felt more and more confused.He felt jealous?He wanted to protect her?Where did all these feelings come from?Hell,did he just say he liked her?No,she must have misheard.

“I didn’t mean to say those things to you.I-i just expressed my interest in you in the worst fucking way possible.I don’t hate you Y/N.I like you,so much.I want to get to know you better.I am so attracted to you and believe me, i am hardly holding back so as to not kiss you right now…”

His face was inches away from hers,their foreheads were touching.Y/N could smell his intoxicating breath,a mix of alcohol and ment.Her breath hitched in her throat.That was so wrong.He was just drunk,he didn’t know what he was saying,right?

“Jeff,you need to rest..”Was all that she could say as she gently put her hands on his chest, pushing him back;he was way too close.He bit the inside of his cheek,then ran a hand through his hair.

“So that’s all you have to say after all this?That i need to rest?Y/N,don’t you see it?I am so in love with you,yet you don’t even say anything about it!”

Y/N angrily stood up and started pacing back and forth.

“What do you want me to say?That i like you back?Is that what you wanna hear?Even if i did i would never admit it because boys like you use girls for their own benefit!I am not willing to be one of those girls Jeff,okay?All i want is for this  misunderstanding to end at this very moment.I forgive you for what you did but please,don’t make this more complicated than it already is.Just,leave it.I’m sure that tomorrow,everything you did and what we said tonight will just be a blur to you.So let’s just end this here,please…“

She finished her small speech and with tears in her eyes, she didn’t even notice Jeff getting up and heading towards her.

“I don’t do these things Y/N,you have it all wrong-”

He tried to touch her hand but she took a step back,shaking her head.

“It doesn’t matter, Jeff.You are drunk and you can’t control the words coming out of your mouth.I’m sure you don’t even mean everything you’ve told me tonight.So just lay on the couch,i’ll bring you a pillow and a blanket and then you can sleep.And when you wake up in the morning,please go before i come down.Don’t want you shouting at me for ‘seducing’ you to come to my home.”

She wiped away some tears covering her face and biting her lip,she turned around and hesitantly climbing the stairs,she slowly disappeared from his sight.

He decided to let her go.He thought she needed time to maybe think.Besides,she’d come down anyway.While sitting down in silence,his head spinning, he managed to come to a single conclusion;he wasn’t gonna give up so easily.

Nothing To Be Afraid Of

Warnings: Alcohol

Pairing: Jeff Atkins x Reader, Zach Dempsey x Reader

Requested by: anonymous

Request: Omg your Jeff imagine was super cute! Can I request a Jeff imagine where the reader is dating Jeff but she’s best friends with Zach cuz they grew up together so Jeff gets a little jealous? (You can make it as fluffy or whatever as you want 💕)

A/N: I’m such a newbie to this whole imagine thing urghh. I hope you like it, anon. Let me know what you think.

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Originally posted by cynicalsunset

You and Zach Dempsey were childhood friends. That’s all. Nothing more, nothing less. However to some, namely your boyfriend Jeff Atkins, it supposedly looked like you and Zach were ‘an old married couple’.

When you were younger, Zach’s mom and your mom would arrange play dates for the both of you. You and Zach had been friends since you were both in diapers. Long before the social segregation that came with high school. This meant that no matter how popular Zach was, he would always find time for you. After all, you were his best friend. The bond shared between you and Zach was unbreakable, but strictly platonic. The friendship you had with Zach was nothing compared to what you felt with Jeff.

No matter how many times you would reassure him that you loved him and only him, Jeff held a spark of jealousy whenever he saw you and Zach together. Seeing how happy Zach made you, made Jeff feel as though he wasn’t good enough for you. Jeff would look at you two, wishing that he made you as happy as Zach did. What Jeff didn’t know was that he made you feel so much more than Zach ever could. 

“Y/N! Over here!” Zach had spotted you in a crowd of people. You and Jeff had both been invited to Jessica’s party but Jeff had run errands before the party. The two of you had agreed for Jeff to meet you at the party. 

The sweaty, dancing bodies surrounding you made it hard for you to move towards Zach and his friends - who weren’t exactly your friends but they were aways nice to you - until his hand reached out for you. You gladly took it and began to maneuver through the crowd. Once you had reached Zach, his hand retreated from your own and settled around your waist. Of course, you just passed it off as a protective gesture and thought nothing of it. After greeting them, you, Zach, Justin, Jessica and Montgomery then moved over to Jessica’s couch. 

Justin then yelled your name over the music to get your attention to get your attention, “You want a drink?”

“Sure but I don’t want to get too drunk before Jeff gets here.”

“Yeah, ok.” Justin nodded before leaving with Montgomery to get drinks. They came back moments later and Monty handed you a red solo cup.  Truth be told you weren’t the biggest party animal there was but you definitely knew how to have a good time.

It didn’t take long for you to get tipsy. In fact, maybe you were a little more than tipsy - so much so, you didn’t notice that Jeff had arrived until he was standing right in front of you and Zach.

“Hey ba- whoa,” Jeff didn’t let you finish. Instead, he had grabbed your arm and pulled you up out of your seat on the couch.

“We’re leaving.” He clenched his jaw and spoke through gritted teeth. You could tell he was angry - everyone within a mile of him could - but you didn’t want to cause a scene. Honestly, you didn’t want to leave. Tonight was one of the first nights you had where you actually enjoyed the company of Zach’s friends.

“You literally just arrived.” you said softly, trying to get him calm down a little.

“Huh, didn’t think you noticed. You looked a little busy all cosied up with Zach.“

“Dude, what’s your problem?” Zach rose from his position on the couch.

Jeff no longer faced you and he had taken a step towards Zach, “You’re my problem.”

Maybe a fight would have ensued if Justin hadn’t intervened, “Guys, seriously knock it off, it’s a party. You wanna fight? Outside. Not here.”

“Forget it, let’s just go.” You did not want your best friend and boyfriend to fight. Leaving was the best decision for now.


The car journey to Jeff’s place was completely silent. Both of you were radiating anger and any words said would just fuel the feeling.

Jeff’s parents had left for a weekend business trip, which had allowed you to stay the night. Your parents had no idea and believed you were staying at Jessica’s house.

As soon as Jeff pulled up outside of his house, you left the car as quick as you could and opened the door with the spare key that you knew they kept behind one of the rocks. You fled to one of their bathrooms and locked yourself in. You definitely didn’t want to confront Jeff about what happened but you knew you had to. As you washed your face, you heard a knock on the door.

“Y/N, baby. Listen, I love you. I’m sorry if I embarrassed you or made you feel bad or anything. I guess I’m just jealous.” you sighed before opening the door.

“But why? Why would you be jealous?” You walked closer to Jeff and held his face in your hands.

“I don’t know. I see how happy you are with him and it makes me upset.” Looking down, Jeff started to scratch the back of his neck.

“Don’t you understand that you make me happy too? I know we’ve been friends for so long but you make me happier than Zach ever could.”

Jeff looked up at this and you started to lean in. The two of you shared a kiss that held more meaning and more passion than any other kiss you’ve shared before. The two of you broke away from each other to catch your breath and leaned your foreheads against each other.

“Listen, babe. You have nothing to be afraid of. I’m yours and only yours.”

“I love you so much, Y/N Y/LN.”

“And I love you, Jeffrey Atkins.”