flip wallet


“Who’s this beauty?”

Harry’s head snapped towards Nick’s voice he’s sure is directed to him, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked at him confusedly.

His friend’s eyes diverted to the wallet, Harry’s wallet, he’s holding, opened at the middle as he knows he must’ve set it down on the table for too long that it was already noticeable.


He asked playfully in a sing-song voice, flipping over the wallet to show the picture displayed which Harry well knows who’s in it, a blush appearing in his cheeks.


Harry looked back again to the picture as he made a mental note to always have his wallet somehow wedged in between his boxers and jeans, turning his attention to the polaroid he took of you, adoring the grin that you were displaying to the point he took more of the same exact one.

“What’s her name?”

He scratched the back of his head as he found it a bit awkward Nick would know this the first time the moment he sees your picture in his friend’s wallet instead of being properly introduced.

“S'my girlfriend.”

That’s not a name.”

Harry whined as he’s already embarrassed, rubbing his eyes as he mumbled only enough for Nick to hear even if there’s no one else in the room at the moment, scratching the back of his head.

“S'Y/N, okay? Happy?”

His friend hummed in response quite teasingly, Harry burying himself more to the couch he’s on since he’s undeniably heated up.

“I know it sounds stupid but y'know, if in case your wallet gets lost, how would they know it’s yours when her picture’s here?”

Harry crossed his arms across his chest, restraining himself from laughing since he knows it’s this that would make him break.

“S'better to put her picture there since my home is where my heart is, right?”


I Always Got You

Pairing: Peter X Reader
Warnings: Language, Attempted Assault
A/N: Finally, a post that isn’t part of a series! Hope you guys like this :D


Queens wasn’t the same place since Spider-Man showed up. A lot of people felt safer walking around at night, but not you. After all, the hero was only one guy - he couldn’t be everywhere at once.

You were heading for your boyfriend Peter’s house, which was only a few blocks from your place, but it was also dark and late. He had offered to come get you, but you insisted you were fine. You had done the walk several times, and there weren’t too many creepy alleys that you had to pass.

Yet you still felt uneasy when you heard someone’s footsteps fall in line with your own behind you. You jokingly thought to yourself, hope Spider-Man isn’t taking the night off. But it was probably nothing, anyway.

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The View From Here - Ch 1

Ok. So here is the next part! If you want to reread or you missed the first piece, here is a link to that :)

TVFH Prologue

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Please give love to @didsomeonesayprince who is a huge chunk of this getting done!

Roman sighed and looked over at his phone again. He knew he should have taken the cute guy’s number rather than just giving him his. He was obviously the impulsive one of the two. He did kiss him after all… But Virgil was the one who valiantly came to his rescue. Oh well. Maybe he read the situation wrong. He could have just been trying to help him out, not actually interested in him… Oh well.

/What is wrong with you? Just do it. Why are you like this? You obviously care about him? You were willing to potentially get yourself punched over him./

Virgil paced around his room before throwing himself on the bed. Was he supposed to text him so soon? It was only last night… But.. Roman had to be into him? He had kissed him after all. But they had been drinking. Maybe it was just that they were tipsy. Maybe he regretted it… Maybe…

He stared at his phone. Well. One thing was certain. Roman didn’t even have his number. So… He couldn’t be sure what the other was thinking since he had no way to contact him. So… Roman could turn him down himself if he wanted. He picked up his phone and scrolled to the contact that Roman had made.

The phone suddenly buzzed and it was instantly in Roman’s hand.

*Unknown Contact* Hey, It’s Virgil. Here’s my number… If you want it.

Roman smirked but also felt a bit sad. That explained a lot. That poor… little? nervous baby.

🌟Roman🌟: Hello Virgil! I’ll save your contact. I was hoping to hear from you 😁
🖤Virgil🖤:  Oh, really? Uh.. Do you wanna.. Get dinner or something?
🌟Roman🌟: That sounds magnificent! Where and when?
🖤Virgil🖤: Um… I could probably get us into that place that overlooks the pier?
🌟Roman🌟: The fancy place? Don’t you need a reservation?
🖤Virgil🖤: My brother works there.
🌟Roman🌟: Oooo Boy… You’ve got connections!
🖤Virgil🖤: ….Meet you there at 6, weirdo.
🌟Roman🌟: I’ll be counting the moments.

Virgil smirked and began texting his brother, Patton.

lil bro💜: Hey Pat, can you get me a reservation for 2 at 6 tonight?
BIG BRO🐶: Of course Verge! What’s the occasion??? 😁😊😋🐶💜
lil bro 💜: I uh.. Have a date.
lil bro💜: …Thank you, Pat.

Virgil groaned. Oh greeeeat.

Virgil sat on a bench outside the restaurant, he was a bit early and he did his best to look nice. As nice as he could anyway, he really only owned duplicates of the same things. But he had on one of his few pairs of black jeans that weren’t ripped and one of his only shirts that wasn’t black. It was a very dark shade of purple, which totally counted. He still had his signature makeup, but it was very clean and not as smudged as he usually made it. His headphones were in, he was trying to psych himself up with music. It distracted him from a lot of the nervousness he felt, but it also kept him from noticing that the man he was waiting for had walked right up to him.

“Hey! Earth to Virgil… You in there, Tall, Dark, and Handsome?” Roman patted him on the arm. Virgil’s eyes suddenly focused and he pulled the headphones out of his ears.

“Oh, Roman. Sorry. I zoned out pretty hard there… Handsome?” He suddenly blushed.

“So you could hear me. How convenient.” Roman chuckled and grabbed his hand. “Come on you. Let’s get some dinner.” Roman tugged Virgil to his feet and pulled the giant along behind him. Virgil realized now why Roman had such a hard time when he was the one leading last night. Roman’s strides were nothing. Virgil had never walked in slow motion before…

They went inside and up to the host stand, Roman still leading the way. Virgil didn’t even have time to speak, which honestly was nice for him. Roman’s confidence was very helpful.

“Welcome! How can I help you?”

“Hello there, Madam! We have a reservation for 2 at 6pm.” Roman spoke in such a regal manner, Virgil wasn’t even sure if he realized he did it.

“Of course! Let me find you…” The hostess looked down through her reservations, then glanced up at Virgil. “Oh! You must be Small!” The hostess smiled.

Roman looked at her, then back at Virgil, then slowly started turning red. In a very hushed voice he asked a question consisting of only one word.

“…Small?” Roman was staring at Virgil, his eyes full of fire. Virgil had a sudden realization.

“Yes. That is us.” He placed a hand on Roman’s shoulder and pulled him away from the hostess stand a bit. He began to chuckle, unable to stop himself.

“WHAT?!” Roman literally stamped his foot in anger. Virgil could only respond by laughing harder, his hands clutching his sides. He managed to fumble into his pocket and pull out his wallet. Flipping it open he thrust it at Roman.

Roman could not imagine what he could possibly be about to show him. Was this guy for real?! Inviting him to this fancy restaurant just to… He looked down at the wallet and the fire immediately died inside him.

“…Are you kidding me? Your last name is Small?” Roman was dumbfounded. Virgil responded only by wheezing and nodding. The hostess realized what happened and smiled in understanding while grabbing the menus and leading them to their table. Virgil managed to stop laughing at some point and began apologizing.

“Oh Roman… I’m sorry. It didn’t even occur to me… That… Was so hilarious.” Virgil dabbed at the tears on his face with his napkin.

“Very funny, Small.” Roman mock pouted.

“Oh hey, now that’s not fair. What’s your last name?” Virgil asked, still laughing. Roman’s face immediately turned beat red. He mumbled some unintelligible sound.

“What was that?” Virgil raised an eyebrow. It couldn’t be worse than Small.

“It’s… Towers.” Roman said quietly.

“You have got to be kidding me.” Virgil didn’t think he had any laughter left in his body, but there is was. Spilling out of him once again. Roman continued his mock pouting.

“Oh come on! That is hilarious! Roman Towers?” Virgil smiled.

“That’s real rich, Virgil Small.” Roman finally gave in to the giggles he was suppressing.

“Touché.” They both laughed until their waiter arrived.

“Hello you two! Oh, are you Pat’s brother?” The waiter asked as he came up, Virgil nodded. “He asked me to take extra special care of his brother and special guest! Can I get you both something to drink?”

“Whatever he gets, makes sure it’s strong. He’s having a rough one so far tonight.” Virgil continued to laugh.

“Oh ha ha. I’ll just have an iced tea.” Roman chuckled.

“Same here.” Virgil smiled as the waiter walked away.

“So, the hostess recognized you and so did the waiter. Do you come here a lot? This place is pretty swanky.” Roman asked, looking over the menu.

“No, i’ve only been once or twice actually. I guess people just think I look like Pat.” Virgil shrugged.

“Oh is that the brother you mentioned? Where is he?” Roman glanced around the room, looking for another beanpole.

“He’s their pastry chef. He’s probably in the back somewhere. I don’t really think we look alike.” Virgil didn’t look up from his menu.

“I have a brother too, actually. Is Pat your big brother or your little brother?”

“He is my…. Younger brother. Just me and him.” Virgil said, seemingly like he was choosing his words carefully. Roman chose to let it slide.

“I have an older brother, his name is Logan. Just us two as well. We get together once a month or so and have a game night to catch up and stuff. I’m actually going over there next weekend.” Roman explained.

“Oh that’s really cool. I should do something like with Patton, he would love that.”

“…You two are welcome to come next week if you like? Logan doesn’t get out much, I’d love for him to make some friends.”

“Oh, uhhh Suuuure. I’ll ask Pat if he’s free.” Virgil once again seemed a little hesitant about his brother, but Roman chose not to pry.

They made some small talk, getting to know one another a bit more over the course of the meal. Once their meals were finished and their plates cleared away, a rather large brownie sundae appeared. Written on the plate in beautiful looping chocolate cursive was:

For Vergie and his Special Friend

Virgil just about died right then and there. His face was as red as Roman’s dress shirt and if his hoodie wasn’t in his car he would have dove into it by now. He somehow managed to steal a look at Roman who was standing up and taking a picture of the gorgeous display.

“This is magnificent! Your brother is quite a talented individual! I simply must put this on Instagram!” Roman was smiling, even taking a couple selfies with the sundae. He then slid back over next to Virgil and pressed his back against his chest, trying to get a selfie of the two of them. Virgil chuckled a little at Roman.

“What’s so funny back there?”

“…You need one of those camera sticks.”

“A selfie stick? I have several just not with me.”

“Well… You do have me in the mean time.” Virgil took the phone in hand and extended out his enormous noodley arm, getting the camera just as far as it would have been if Roman had his missing phone accessory.

“Oh my… You are so perfect! I don’t even need a selfie stick with you around!” Roman began to squeal slightly in excitement which Virgil had to admit… was very cute. Virgil indulged in all of Roman’s ridiculous poses, taking several pictures for him to go through later. On the last one Roman turned around and snuck a kiss, Virgil instinctively pressing the camera button in his surprise.

Roman pulled away, looking at the deep blush on Virgil’s cheeks and seeming satisfied with himself. He snagged his phone back and began looking through the pictures.

“Oh yeah. These are spectacular. This is the beginning of a beautiful relationship.” Roman laughed to himself.

“Oh is it?” Virgil raised an eyebrow, his voice still small.

“Well… You were the one who called me your boyfriend before you even knew my name.” Roman reminded him and booped him on the nose with a finger.

“…Well… Touché then.” He blushed but a smile spread across his face.

“I mean… unless…” Roman faltered slightly. Virgil found his unusually  to be rather endearing and before he realized what he was doing, he found himself leaning forward and giving Roman a quick kiss. As a blush spread across Roman’s cheeks, he smiled and put his arm around his little prince’s shoulders. Roman nestled against him and went back to looking at his pictures as the two them shared their delicious dessert.

The little black book with their bill arrived and Virgil was able to grab it before Roman had a chance, thanks again to his long arms.

“Hey! I was gonna get dinner, you paid for my drink last night.”

“Well, I’m the one who invited you. This is my date.” Virgil stuck his tongue out and held the check out of Roman’s reach. He flipped it open and rather than a bill there was a note in that same loopy cursive.

Dinner is on me tonight Kiddo! Go do something fun and text me later!! :D

They both chuckled a bit and started heading for the door, holding hands.

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Spur of the Moment (Cisco x Reader) Imagines - Anonymous Request

Cisco starts to distance himself from you and you have no idea why… 


“Hey, Cisco?”


“Is something on your mind?” You asked.

Walking up to your boyfriend, you leaned against the rooftop railings and stared at him as he gazed out at Central City. And while it was an admittedly beautiful scene, you could tell it was the last thing on his mind.

For a moment, Cisco looked as if he was about to respond; but, for some reason, couldn’t. Shaking his head, he averted his gaze and focused back on the view. “I don’t know…”

I don’t know…? That wasn’t a very Cisco-ish answer.

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cissablack  asked:

bullet point fic for ron weasley and daphne greengrass? (a new rare pair i’m obsessed with- along with your writing)

  • Ron is mostly sure he’s about to hit on a criminal.
  • Like, eighty percent sure.  
  • Ninety.
  • Ninety-five?
  • He’s seen her face before, he knows that much; dainty chin, generous mouth, wide brown eyes and long dark hair and a skinny, crescent-shaped scar neatly bisecting the wing of her left eyebrow. Diamond stud in her nose. Freckles scattered across her cheekbones. Pretty. Really pretty.
  • “Greengrass,” Ron blurts out, slamming his palms down on the grenadine-sticky bar top. An overflowing tumbler of what smells like tequila wobbles dangerously. “Daphne Greengrass.”
  • The girl—Daphne Greengrass, he’s a fucking wizard with names, fuck everyone who’s ever said otherwise—stares up at him, glossy pink lips forming an incredibly distracting ‘O’ of surprise. “How did you…are you stalking me?”
  • Ron snorts and leans sideways into the bar, propping his elbow up, narrowly missing the mutilated husk of a dried-out lime wedge. “Uh, no, I’m not stalking you, what the fuck.”
  • She takes a tentative step back, away from him, towards the edge of the crowded dancefloor. A spectacularly shitty Bruce Springsteen cover is blaring from the speakers. “I'm—I don’t know if you just, like, saw me on Tinder or something, but—”
  • “I saw your mug shot,” Ron interrupts, too loudly. He fumbles for his wallet, flipping it open, flashing her his badge. “On my buddy’s desk. At work. I’m a detective.”
  • “I don’t have a mug shot,” Daphne Greengrass says, sounding adorably offended. Her gaze skitters over his security clearance card. “I’ve never even been arrested.”
  • Ron snorts again. “Right, okay, I—I should have clarified, probably, I don’t actually care, like—look at you, it was probably just—petty shoplifting, right? Handbags? Lipstick? What—what’s it called, MAC?”
  • She frowns at that, which does very little to detract from the softly beguiling innocence of her features. “Are you, like, okay?
  • He blinks. “What?”
  • “Did someone other than the bartender give you a drink?” she presses, glancing around at the mess of empty shot glasses and wadded-up cocktail napkins. It’s almost sweet, how concerned she looks. “Does your tongue feel weird? Kind of heavy?”
  • Ron pauses, and then gingerly rolls his tongue around, curling it up and over his front teeth, prodding at the roof of his mouth. “No,” he says. “My tongue is fine.”
  • She cocks her head to the side, considering. “Close your eyes and count to ten, okay?”
  • “Why?” he asks, even as he obediently follows her instructions.
  • “Oh,” she murmurs, and she’s moved closer, he thinks, licking his lips as he inhales the warm, oddly comforting scent of her shampoo, brown sugar and vanilla frosting and—why do girls always smell like dessert? Is it magic? “Just—your vision. You should check if it’s blurry. Are you counting?”
  • Ron swallows, feels the tantalizing brush of her bare arm against the back of his hand, where it’s resting on the bar. “That doesn’t, uh.” He stumbles over the words. “That doesn’t make sense. Checking my vision with my, uh. My eyes closed.”
  • “You’re cute,” she sighs, breath swirling against his ear. Her voice isn’t as high-pitched as it was a minute ago. “Five more seconds, yeah?”
  • He shivers. Clears his throat. “Yeah. Five—yeah.”
  • She moves away again, and Ron tries not to fidget as he waits to open his eyes. Five seconds is a deceptively fucking long time, he decides; he’s not particularly bothered, though. She’s probably just making sure he’s not too drunk to take her home, which is smart. Reasonable. Responsible, honestly. He wishes he could remember exactly which case Zabini had been investigating when he’d had Daphne Greengrass’s file out. A break-in? A hit and run? No, there’d been three or four other photos out, too—two more girls, sly and smug and smirking, and a sleek, bleach-blond douche with frat boy stubble and a snake tattooed down the side of his neck.  
  • Ron wrinkles his nose at the memory.  
  • Wait.
  • Why would Zabini have—
  • “Oh, shit,” Ron groans, squeezing his eyes shut for one more moment of blissful ignorance. He already knows what he’s going to see. Or—what he’s going to not see, because Daphne Greengrass is not a petty fucking shoplifter. “Motherfucker.”
  • When he finally tilts his chin up and looks carefully around the interior of the bar, she isn’t there.
  • Neither is his wallet.
  • Instead, a small pile of cash is sitting next to some hastily discarded peanut shells—mostly his cash, he notes acidly, although—
  • He squints.
  • He doesn’t carry hundreds.
  • Slowly, he reaches out, smoothing the crumpled edge of the bill between his thumb and forefinger. Handwriting, loopy and feminine.  
  • You really are cute, he reads, and then—a phone number. International calling code. Probably a burner. Definitely a trap.
  • His lips twitch.
The Return (Part 2)

Originally posted by theexpendablegirl

A/N: A part 2 because…Jeff. That’s it. Just because of Jeff. :D

Past Part: The Return

Pairing: Jeff Hardy X F!Reader

Summary: Your struggling to believe he’s here to stay and won’t hurt you again. Jeff just wants to make things right.

Warnings: Swearing? NSFWish?

Word Count: 1800+

You walked through the curtain, adrenaline still coursing through your veins. You defended your title successfully. People patted your back as you walked past them. “Great match.” You looked up and see Jeff standing with his back against you locker room door.

“Yeah. Thanks.” You muttered, tucking your hair behind your ear. Jeff pushed off the door and stepped to the side, letting you open the door.

He followed you in, shutting and locking the door behind him. “Are you ever gonna let me make this right? You haven’t spoken three words to me since our talk.”

You dug through your bag, trying not to look at him. Jeff took a seat on the couch, his arms laying along the top. “I’m not looking to date anyone right now.”

He grunted. “I’m not anyone.” You stopped for a moment. He was right. He wasn’t just anyone. “It doesn’t matter, Jeff.”

You pulled out a pair of sweatpants and a shirt. “It does matter. I never wanted to hurt you. I told you why I did it! I told you I still loved you, even after all these years. I could never get you out of my head. I tried. I really did. I was stuck on you.”

You looked at your boots. “I’m still stuck on you.” You whispered.

You walked out into the parking lot, pulling your suitcase behind you. “Hey! Y/N!” You looked over your shoulder and seen the Hardys making their way to you.

Matt was the first to come walking up beside you. “Can we catch a ride with you? Ours left early.” You bit the inside of your cheek. You really wanted to say no. You really did. You couldn’t say no to Matt, he never did anything to you

“Yeah, sure.” Matt helped load all the bags in the car while Jeff took the passenger seat. You slid into the driver’s side and Matt climbs in behind you.

You honked your horn at the fans lining the outside of the building, waving out the open window as the fans cheered.

You leaned your head against your hand, while the boys chattered back and forth about the show. Your mind was playing over everything after your breakup.

You wiped away your tears with the sleeves of your sweatshirt. You placed framed photos and books into a box. Jeff was seated in the living room watching a football game.

The sound of the announcers told you he didn’t care that you were packing your things or that you couldn’t even stop yourself from hiccuping from your heavy crying.

You pulled your bag over your shoulder and picked up the box. Opening the door to the bedroom, your eyes flicked over to Jeff on the couch. He was now laying on it, ankles crossed, arms behind his head.

You look up, trying to will yourself from crying. “Bye, Jeff.”

He grunted and through his hand in the air, not saying two words to you.

What you didn’t know was tears were welling in his eyes, his hands were clenched as he tried not to go after you.

“Take exit 14!” You were jerked from your thoughts when the GPS sounded through the now quiet car. Jeff looked over at you, raising a brow. “Are you okay?”

You tightened your hand around the wheel. “Yeah. I’m fine.” Matt shifted in the backseat making you look through the mirror, he was sleeping.

“When did he fall asleep?” You asked, flicking your blinker on. Jeff shrugged. “Around twenty minutes ago.” You nodded your head.

“Are you hungry?” Jeff nodded his head quickly. “Starving.”

“Let’s seen, it’s 12:25. I highly doubt there are any restaurants open, but we can get fast food or stop at a gas station and pick something up there.”

Jeff reached around and hit Matt in the knee. “Huh? Are we at the hotel?” He asked, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. “No. We want to get something to eat. Do you want fast food or gas station food?”

Matt slumped back into his seat. “I don’t really care. Whatever you guys want.”

You pulled your bags behind you, Matt and Jeff following. You got paired with the duo for the night. You scanned your keycard and opened the door, pulling your things in behind you. You held the door with your foot, letting them pass you into the room.

You let the door swing shut behind. The boys had quickly shoved pass one other and tossed their suitcases on what bed they wanted. Leaving you with the couch shoved against the wall.

wanted. Leaving you with the couch shoved against the wall.

You sighed and pulled your things to the far end of the room, tossing your bags on the couch and plopping down next to them.

Jeff began pulling the food from the bags as Matt rummaged through his suitcase. “Here. This is your order.” Jeff said, waving the bag of fast food in the air.

You pushed yourself from the couch and took the bag from Jeff. He then handed you your drink. “You don’t have to sleep on the couch you know? I wouldn’t mind you sleeping in my bed.”

“It’s fine. I’ve slept on worse things than a couch.” Jeff frowned. “I’m sure. But really I don’t mind. The bed is big enough to share.”

The night quickly progressed from there, everyone ate, showered and now was getting cozy in their respective spots. Everyone but you. The couch was like a rock. No give, no plush and it was long enough.

You sigh and looked over to the boys. Matt was just closing his eyes, spiraled across the whole bed. Jeff was laying in his bed, one arm tucked behind his pillow, the other laid across his stomach.

You sat up and pulled your blanket with you when you stood up. You shuffled over to Jeff’s bed and just looked at him. He smiled, patting the space next to him.

You crawled in and laid your head against his shoulder. He shifted, wrapping his arm around you. “Are you ever going to let me fix this?” Jeff whispered. You closed your eyes.

“I know you said you were here to stay, I just can’t shake the feeling that you’ll break my heart all over again.” Tears welded behind your closed lids.

Jeff ran his fingertips up your back, his lips ghosting across your forehead. “I’m not going to break your heart again.”

“Open your eyes and look at me.” You didn’t move. “Come on, Darlin’. Look at me.”

“Slowly you opened your eyes and looked at him. Jeff brought his hand up to your face and brushed his thumb under your eye. “No crying. No tears.”

Jeff tucked some loose hair behind your ear and then cupped your cheek. “I won’t do that. I won’t let you go ever again. You’re mine and I’m yours.”

You leaned forward and placed your lips against his in a needy kiss. You needed to feel his lips again. You needed to feel his hands roam your body, gripping your hips, brushing across your back, pulling at your hair, brushing down your legs. You needed to feel his beard brush across your neck, chest, and thighs, leaving marks in his wake…You needed him with every ounce of your being.

The loud snort from Matt forced you two to break away. “I forget he was in here!” Jeff whispered. You struggled to hold back laughed as you buried your face into his chest.

Jeff cupped the back of your head and buried his face into your hair, laughing quietly. The bed underneath your bodies shook from your laughter.

You use your key to enter the apartment that was once yours. Jeff would be at the gym, which would give you enough time to grab a few things you forgot and give back something to Jeff.

You removed the apartment and mail key, placing them on top of the photo you were giving back to him. It was his favorite photo of the two of you.

If you were being honest with yourself. You didn’t drive all the way over here to grab a few shirts you left, or return the keys. It was because of this photo.

His favorite photo. The one where you were asleep on his lap, your head resting against his shoulder while he played video games, a throw blanket draped around you. Matt took the photo after seeing just how stupid you both looked

Jeff never thought it was stupid. He loved that photo. He always wanted you to take it out of the frame so he could put it in his wallet. You never did. Not until now.

Lodged between Jeff’s cash in his wallet was that photo. You pushed the photo out just enough with your finger to see he folded himself out of it.

“Did you find it!?” Jeff yelled across the parking lot. You quickly pushed the photo back into place, flipped the wallet shut and slid from the car, shutting the door. You waved his wallet in the air, signaling that you did find it.

You would never have thought he would have a photo of you in his wallet. Still after all these years.

You didn’t know why it surprised you really. You still had a photo of Jeff in your wallet. Only it was far better tucked away.

You handed Jeff his wallet and smiled at him when he thanked you for going back to look for it.

“I…I have a photo of you in my wallet still.” You said, looking up at him. Jeff glanced at you from the corner of his eyes.

“I never could take that photo out. Every time I tried I felt like I was taking my heart from my chest.”

Jeff stopped then and opened his wallet, he looked at you from under his lashes before taking the photo of you from his. “I put this in my wallet after we broke up. At first, I told myself it was to remind me as to what I lost, but really it was because I needed to see your face.”

“Jeff, I love you. But I’m scared. I’m not going to lie. I’m scared that if we go down this path again and we don’t make it…It’ll destroy me.”

Jeff looked at you, his eyes glassing over. “I’m not going to hurt you like that again.”

You smiled sadly. “I know. That’s why I want to really, truly give us another chance. No beating around the bush. Me and you together again.”

Jeff smiled and pulled you into his body, he kissed your lips in a rough quick manner. “We tell each other everything. No matter what. No lying. No cheating. Nothing like that. If something has to be said, say it the way it has to be said.”

Jeff nodded his head. “I’m never letting you go. Like I said. You’re mine and I’m yours.”

Sweet, Sweet Victory

You’re a could’ve-been Olympic gymnastics champion now training someone else for the US team. He’s the current Women’s Head Coach who wants to take over her training. You two have a competition to decide who gets their way.

also known as

“Fuck You for It”

author: sugardaddytonystark (formerly buckysbackpackbuckle)
pairing: Lance Tucker x Reader
word count: 5186
author’s note: I threw a little bit of the movie Stick It in here too for plot reasons. I hope you don’t mind!

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(Dean’s is way longer because I already had it written before I decided to make this a preference. I don’t know why most of them are in grocery stores? Sorry about that. Also, I’d love to take any request you have here...)


“Dean!” you waved the candy bar around in his face, his expression dropped and he looked at you, half wondering if you were really being serious. “Please! I really want candy right now. Dean! Dean! Dean! Dean, please! I’ll love you forever.” 

“Well, in that case,” he snapped sarcastically. 

“Please, Dean!” you begged. 

“Alright, Y.N, God! Stop with the eyes!” 

“Haha! Yea!” you exclaimed, laughing as you put the candy bar on the counter, dropping a couple Reece’s cups for Dean. “Can we get coffee later, too?” 

“Sure, princess.” he rolled his eyes sarcastically. 

“Your sarcasm is excruciating.” You covered your heart and slipped a five dollar bill into his closed fist. 

“Keep it.” he handed the bill back to you. 

“You two are adorable.” the young girl behind the counter blushed, looking at you and Dean. 

“Us?” you asked, peeking out from behind Dean’s arm. The girl nodded. 

“Thanks.” Dean bobbed his head in the air, flipping through his wallet for a ten. 

“How long have you been married?” she asked, waving your items over the scanner. 

Dean looked over his shoulder at you, tucked behind him. “Five years.” he blurted. 


“Sam!” you called quietly. “Sammy! Come on!” you sighed as you turned the corner and saw the tall man looking at a box of something. 

“What is this?” 

“I dunno. Hey, Dean said he’d rip us a pair of new ones if we didn’t get to the check out line right now.” I reported. “So we better- Are those chocolate covered strawberries?” you asked, walking slowly to Sam to look at the box he was holding. 

“Guess so. You want them?” 

“Uh, hell yes.” 

“Will you share?” 

“I bet if we both give dean the puppy dog eyes he’ll buy them for us.” you said, taking the box. 

“He can’t say no to you.” Sam stated. “Not with your eyes.” 

You heard snickering behind you and turned to see an old man hunched behind you. “Sorry.” he said hoarsely. “You two remind me of my wife and I when we were your age.” 

“Oh, we’re not-” you started but Sam smiled softly.

“Thank you.” he beamed. “Have a nice day.” 


“Ooo!” your sister squeaked. “Hello, baby sister!” you could smell the champagne on her breath when she slung her arm around your shoulder and placed a slobbery kiss on your cheek. 


“I am Castiel, angel of the Lord.” Cas intorduced himself. You groaned but luckily, your sister was too drunk to comprehend what he just said. 

She gasped. “Is this Cas? The Cas? The Cas you never shut about?” she laughed, waving her hand and spilling a little golden champagne on the floor. “Is he your boyfriend?” she tried whispering but it wasn’t working. 

“No.” you said. 

“I bet he is. You’re her boyfriend, huh?” 


“Come on. Cas, you’re her boyfriend.” She nodded at the angel. He nodded. “Look,” she pointed her glass at Cas. “He says you’re together.” 

“Is that how it works?” Cas asked. “I promise to watch over you, Y/N.” 

Calming Kisses// Choi Youngjae (Gender Neutral)

Originally posted by yjarssunshine

Pairing: Youngjae x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: It was your first date with Youngjae.

Author’s Note: Hello! This came out of the blue, but I hope you enjoy it!

xoxo Sara

You held onto the leash tightly, watching as the small but fluffy white dog trotted in front of you, sniffing the grass every now and then. You averted your eyes to the side, watching your boyfriend as one hand slid into his pocket, while the other one stayed locked around yours.

You had been nervous to go on this date with Youngjae all day, your stomach doing flips as you laid out your clothes and fixed your hair. It was your first date with him, despite being together for what seemed like ages now, and being alone with him always made you nervous.

Or maybe it was just him who made you nervous.

Regardless, when he picked you up, Coco panting at his side you couldn’t help but feel all of your nerves wash away.

“I’m glad spring is here,” Youngjae sighed contently, watching as the wind blew leaves in every direction, “This is our first spring together.”

“Do you like spring?” You hummed, halting your walk midway so Coco will come back to your side.

“It’s probably my favorite season,” he swung your hands that were intertwined, “The weather is perfect, and flowers are beginning to bloom. I think it’s absolutely beautiful.”

You chuckled softly, thinking of the corny things he would most likely say if it weren’t for you two being in public.

‘it’s beautiful out, but not as beautiful as you.’

“Do you want to get some icecream?”

“You think it’s warm enough for ice cream?” you chuckled, tightening the leash around your wrist as youngjae looked at you, a gleam of excitement in his eye as he tugged you in the opposite direction of which Coco was sniffing.

“It’s never too cold for ice cream, (Y/N),” He smiled down at you. His smile made your heart sting and your mind become hazy, but you loved it. No matter how long you knew him, no matter how long you had been dating him, his smile always has the same affect on you.

“Can we have to cones please?” Youngjae asked as you two arrived at the small ice cream vendor, smiling down at you softly before going to grab his wallet.

“You don’t ha-“

“I’ll pay for both of them, (Y/N),” Youngjae said, flipping his wallet open and fishing a bill out, “I want to spoil you. You’ve never let me spoil you before.”

“Because i feel bad,” you pouted slightly, taking the cone from the man as Youngjae handed him the money, “You don’t have to pay for it.”

“But i want to,” Youngjae said, leaning into you slightly, “And, by the way, you look cute when you pout.”

You felt heat rush to your neck as you looked away, pressing the ice cream to your lips as Youngjae chuckled.

“Are you getting nervous around me, (Y/N)?” Youngjae teased, “We’re always together, why is today any different?”

You looked away, gripping his hand tightly, hoping he would get the hint. He looked around, realizing that; not only were you showing affection to each other, but you were the only two of the normal group out in public.

“This is the first time that we have ever gone out alone together,” you mumbled softly, “We’ve never been out alone together, let alone on a date.”

“You’re nervous because this is our first date?” He questioned, voice and smile both as soft as the wind that you felt against your skin. You nodded, beginning to bite the cone as Youngjae nodded.

“Don’t be nervous, okay? Is there anything I can do to make you less nervous?”

“Well, I don’t know.” You began to nip at the cone constantly, hoping that it would half the embarrassing conversation you were in the middle of with him.

“I have an idea,” Youngjae said softly, pulling you over to a bench in the park you two were currently in. You sat down, looking at him with questioning eyes.

“Are you nervous because of the PDA?” Youngjae asked, slipping his hand from yours as he sat down next to him. “What if I kissed you?”

“That would make it worse,” you sighed, running a hand through your hair, “How would kissing me make it better?”

“When i kiss your cheek, it usually makes you feel better, or it makes you calm down, at least.”

“Because we’re in the privacy of your bedroom most of the time,” you sighed.

“Let me try, okay?” Youngjae said, pressing a hand to your cheek. Without any hesitation, he pressed his lips to yours, eyes fluttering shut as he kept a firm hold on you. Though you didn’t want to admit it, you felt your body becoming less tense at the feeling of his soft lips. Your eyes closed slowly, but opened not even a second later as Youngjae pulled away from you.

He smiled at you, leaning back in his seat as he let a chuckle fall past his lips.

“Told you so.”




“Oh, come on. You’re being ridiculous.”

“No.” His voice was steel.

I scowled, “I’ve never asked you for anything before. And this means the world to me.”

“You asked me to pass the bacon this morning,” Dean smirked.

“Not funny. This is serious.” I tried a different tactic. “I’ll make it up to you. I’ll bake pies, do your laundry, free back massages, your pick. Just…please.”

“Still no.”

I threw up my hands in exasperation, “How can you be so selfish? I’ve done anything and everything for you and Sam. I’ve never questioned your judgment. I’ve always had your back.” My voice got small, “Do you not trust me?”

“Trust has nothing to do with it, sweetheart.”

I crossed my arms and set my chin, “Fine. Then I’ll just go without you.”

Dean’s face went dark, “Um, no you won’t.”

I met his gaze, “Look me in the eyes and tell me if I’m lying. I’ll do this, one way or the other. I’ll take off and it could be hours, days even, before you find me.”

“I’ll lock you in your room.”

I smirked, “Please, like that would stop me.”

He huffed, “I’d keep you in my sight at all times then.”

“Really, Dean? Even when I’m showering?”

A smile quirked at the corners of his mouth, “That would be the best part.”

I smacked his arm, “Cut it out. The bottom line is, this is going to happen, with or without you. I’m willing to suffer the consequences of my actions.” I did my best impersonation of Sam’s puppy dog eyes, “Please, Dean. Just…please?”

He stared at me for a long, long time. I held my breath in anticipation.


“Fine?” I was shocked.

“Meet me in the garage in ten minutes.”

I happily skipped down the hallway, stopping in front of Sam’s door and rapping on it in an upbeat manner. Sam swung the door open and looked at me with questioning eyes.

“You owe me twenty bucks.”

His eyes narrowed, “Show me.”

I gleefully swung Baby’s keys in front of his eyes and Sam smiled. “I can’t believe you talked him into it.” He dug out his wallet and flipped through the bills, “He must really love you.”

“I love him too.”

Sam tilted his head and smiled a bit, “No…you know what I mean.”

I snatched the twenty from his hands and scrunched my nose at him, “Sure, that would be the day.”

“You’ll see that I’m right!” Sam’s voice echoed after me as I scurried back down the hall, anxious to get to the garage where Dean was waiting. There wasn’t any time to think about things like that. For now, Baby was waiting. And I was the one with the keys.

@wheresthekillswitch (My only forever tag. I cherish you!)

Batman has a secret weapon in his arsenal, one he only pulls out on the toughest and most dangerous of criminals. He comes across a particularly nasty little fish, one who’s killed and will kill again. He has information Batman needs, Jim Gordon looks away in sympathy and wanders away so he won’t have to witness this necessary cruelty.

Batman slinks close to the criminals who is now beginning to sense that he is about to see true terror. He shifts uncomfortably as the Batman removes the cloth over his mouth in anticipation of his confession. Sweat beads on the unsavory man’s head as the Batman reaches slowly into a pocket on his belt, all the way in the back. The criminal is certain he will not be walking away from this, at least not with all his wits about him. The dark gloved hand returns with a small, black object between his fingers, approximately the size of a wallet.

Actually, the criminal blinks, it is a wallet. The wallet flips open and there unfolds an obscene number of pictures of various costumed children, all smiling into the camera. The Batman smiles as he points to one picture in particular with a menacing grin on his face. The criminal blanches as he realizes that this is much worse than he had every imagined. He wished the vigilante would break his fingers, punch his face, something, anything but this.

“Would you like to hear about my children?”

Not 15 minutes later, a horrific scream cuts through the night and soon the man is spilling all of his secrets just in the hopes that the Dark Knight would cease in his torture. The caped man smiles and begins to wind up the dozens of photos he had been proudly showing off (though he must admit he is a bit disappointed. He was in the middle of describing the amazing way Dick could perform a quadruple summersault but that was for another time). The Commissioner comes back just as the wallet has returned to it’s safe haven and for that he was greatful. The last time he’d been subjected to that treatment he’d nearly dived off the top of GCPD to escape.

He drags the still screaming man away by the handcuffs, telling himself that it was a necessary evil, something they needed to do to get the tough ones to talk. Still, he thought as he glanced over his shoulder to see the vigilante gone, most likely to use the screaming man’s information and probably check up on a Robin or two.

The most fearsome event of Gotham city was not the arrival of the mysterious Batman, but the man’s growth into a powerful father of young children who he would tear apart to protect. Jim, for a moment, imagined the man skulking around the place he called home, reading the paper while wearing socks and sandals and his children running around gaily. The sheer horror of the thought nearly causes hardened veteran, Jim Gordon, to burst into tears.


Ok first of all, EVERYBODY BLAME @nifwrites for this, it’s all her fault and she knows it (jk ilu bb c:)

She wrote a breathtaking soulmate AU fic titled We Intertwined and I was inspired to say the least. This will be a multi-chapter (estimating 25-30 or so) Gladio soulmate AU, but if you think because it’s a soulmate fic there’s gonna be hella fluff, you’re dead wrong. Expect lots of hurt, angst, difficult situations and…there may be a death or two along the way. Either way, I hope you enjoy and are as excited as I am to take this little adventure.

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anonymous asked:

I'm NOT the person who asked for that reader insert with the rival band, but I thought the way you wrote it is downright amazing. You are a really good writer, I wish I could be half as good as you. That being said, could I suggest you a sequel to that imagine? Like after awhile 2D reaches out to the other singer to hangout and they just spend the whole time spouting insults at each other and banging? Sorry this was so long haha. Pls don't ever stop writing c: <3

This has taken 2 months (or more?) of blood, sweat, and tears. Literal tears of frustration when I couldn’t find the words to write what I wanted to say, and also a bit of sweat because sometimes it was really hot in my room. And blood, cos I had a few nosebleeds.

On a more serious note, with this one I really wanted to show that the mood has changed from the first one. The first time around, both the reader and 2D were literally only looking for a hook up. This time however, there’s feeling from the start. There’s the stirrings of excitement and feelings and companionship that’s potentially dangerous for two high-profile people. I tried my hardest to convey that while 2D wants to go ahead with everything, the reader is trying to cut ties to avoid a painful situation. The reader knows that if she stays, she’ll fall in love with 2D, and likewise 2D with her. She wants it to happen, but she just can’t let it.

Do I put too much thought and weight into my writing? Probably. Is that why it took me so long to write? Yes. Am I going to stop doing it? No. 

Anyway, as (heavily) requested, here’s a sequel to the Rival Bands imagine (It was originally on Tumblr but I can’t find it so if anyone finds it can you send me the link to it. But for now, AO3 will have to do)

Also this shit show is twice as long as the first one. Wow!

It’s also here on AO3 under the name ‘If You’re Lucky’


Your teeth snag your lip, and you glance up and down the bar, trying not to appear as bored as you feel. The man beside you has almost ceased to exist, fading into a dull cloud of monotonous words and heady aftershave.

The club is cramped and densely packed with people. The crowd moves in unison, the lights swinging and making studded noses and lips and eyebrows glitter, highlighting the insane heads of multicoloured hair as they twist and turn across the room. Somewhere on the other side of the room, an electric guitar screeches, the crowd screaming back, and songs meld into each other in a crescendo of humming bass, heavy drums and almost shouted lyrics.

Punk is the order of the night, anarchy the prime special. This kind of club is the kind you’d be recognised at, if there were indeed anything about you to recognise. You blend in perfectly, all dark clothes and studded shoulders and heavy boots.

You won’t get recognised. Which is exactly why you’re here.

For escape.

The man moves a little closer, his mouth by your ear. There’s a row of three little silver studs in his eyebrow, and you stare at them out of the corner of your eye as he whispers something nonsensical but undoubtedly sexual in your ear, his hand creeping to encircle your wrist.

You pull away then, angling your body toward him, head on, and whipping your hand away. He looks mildly surprised, his studded eyebrow raised.

“You ok?”

“I’m not interested,” you tell him, and then, as an afterthought, add, “sorry,”

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me-ladie  asked:

38 Barisi

This got stupidly out of hand.

38. Cop/person getting a speeding ticket AU

Barba hated driving.

He had very reluctantly gotten his driver’s license when he was living in Massachusetts, mostly because he wasn’t sure where his law degree would take him and figured he should be prepared just in case. But braving the streets of Cambridge were a whole separate beast than navigating the hell that was Manhattan traffic, so Barba refused to drive unless he absolutely had to.

Like when his idiotic boyfriend pulled a double immediately before they were supposed to leave on their vacation to Montauk and was liable to fall asleep at the wheel if he tried to stay up any longer.

“I can drive,” Carisi protested, trailing after Barba, though his statement would have been more convincing had he not yawned loudly in the middle of it, a yawn so wide Barba could hear his jaw crack. “I just need some coffee.”

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