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Hobbit V Gremlin

Characters: Tim Drake (Red Robin), Reader (You), Dick Grayson (Nightwing), Damian Wayne (Robin), Bruce Wayne (Batman).

Requested by: Anonymous.

Synopsis: Fluffy Batsis imagine where the reader is really short but is actually around Tims age.

Warnings: Language.

A/N: I tried to make it fluffy. I hope it worked. Also sorry it is short.
L/N = Last Name.
Y/N = Your Name.
Hope you like it!
REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

Tags: @lastbeliever
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“I can fucking deck you. You know that right.” Your patience with your brothers teasing you about your height was running short. And while sparring with Tim, he was pushing it.
“Doubt it.” Tim smirked as he lunged in for a punch which you blocked.
“Don’t antagonize Y/N, Tim.” Bruce said in a monotone voice while studying The Riddler’s latest riddle, not even glancing over.
Such a dad.
Tim leant in for another punch and you used his weight to your advantage and moved and kicked him in the back which sent him to fall flat on his face.
“Sorry. Forgot how low you were, I needed to punch further down.” He laughed as he stood up, positioning himself again into fighting stance.
“Tim, I’m the same age as you.”
“Whatever you say, hobbit.”
You swiped his legs out from underneath him and pinned him down to ensure he didn’t get up. His lip was bleeding from the second impact with the floor.
“What have we said Tim? Stop kissing the ground, she’s bad for you.” You teased.
“Ooh, did you call her a ‘hobbit’ again.” Dick mocked from his motorbike he had just rode in on.
Tim pushed you off him while you were distracted.
“Hey.” You cried out.
“Yeah. Though it’s because of her hairy feet.”
You pouted and crossed your legs and slapped him on the leg.
He looked down at you. “Ow.” His face looked quizzical. “I’m kidding.”
You poked your tongue at him.
“Say your my age again. I dare you.”
You tackled him and you two didn’t know if you were still sparring or not.
“Okay. My turn.” Dick interrupted. “I wanna spar.”
“With who?”
“The 'hobbit’.”
“Gladly.” You glared and began without warning.
“Argh. Bruce!” Dick yelled, struggling to dodge your rapid hits and kicks.
“I said don’t antagonize her.” He still didn’t look up.
“Tt.” Damian scoffed as he watched from afar.
Dick’s eyes widened at the kick that went straight for his face and barely missed it. But he wasn’t paying attention as you kneed him in the groin.
Dick hunched over and squeaked. Face red and veins popping on his neck. “Shit.” He wheezed.
“Only in this family is this normal.” Tim mumbled.
“I’m sorry.” You immediately apologized. “I was channeling my anger. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” Dick breathed out.
“Really, L/N?” Damian strolled over. “It’s improper to hit a man there while fighting.”
“It works, doesn’t it.” You resumed you sassy attitude towards them.
“It’s because of your height. It’s easier to access than their face.”
“You’re one to talk, gremlin.” Tim chuckled, amused at Damian attempting to tease you about height.
Bruce sighed loudly at his table and rested his head in his hands. “I need a break from this.” He mumbled.

In between the lines

Originally posted by whoeveryoulovethemost

Originally posted by moan-s

For @thing-you-do-with-that-thing‘s Anti-Valentine’s Challenge! 

My prompt was Between the lines by Sara Bareilles  

Dean x Reader     ANGST 

Word Count: 2718


The middle table in the bunker’s library was covered with books, files, and loose pages. You were sitting there in silence with an open book and your notepad in front of you just like you had done a hundred times before. Dean sat across from you, his head bent over the book he was reading while his leg just happened to brush yours under the table again.

How many times had you been in this same position? With the touches and looks that said all the things neither of you would ever speak aloud even when Sam wasn’t around. For some reason, that bothered you a lot more today. Every touch saying words you never really wanted to hear but today, god, today you needed it like oxygen. It did hurt that much and it was driving you mad.

You couldn’t even pinpoint the feeling, the urge to declare something that had been lingering under the covers for so many months without a problem. You had read the same page five times now and didn’t understand a damn word of it because your mind was already preoccupied with whatever was driving you to look at him, to say something you were fighting. You were either trying to gain the nerve or just completely lose it. You looked down at your glass and the amber liquid inside it. Scotch never affected you like this. Was it just the scotch?

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anonymous asked:

I've been so disrespected by customers the last two days I've nearly lost it and cried in front of my coworkers. I fucking hate the shit I get off customers. I don't understand why they treat me this way.

Because they think employees owe them something simply because they’re employed by the store they’re shopping at. And if they inflict enough abuse they’ll get some kind of discount. Stand your ground. Don’t let them win. Give them the bitch face or as close as you can get. -Abby

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A/N: Feedback is welcomed and very much appreciated. Hope you all enjoy it, as always, thank you for reading <3

Title: Marry Me?

Requested by: Anon - “#50 with Pride? :)”

Word Count: 571

Pairing: Pride x Reader

50. “This is probably a bad time, but marry me?”

It didn’t register with you until you were on the ground and your right shoulder was giving out a white hot pain which turned into an incredibly dull ache. You pressed a hand to the area that hurt and was scared to find blood covering your palm.

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Come Back: NEYMAR

(Lol I found this on my old laptop. what you guys think of my imagines? Could I improve them in anyway? Please let me know x)

“H-Hi Y/N” Neymar stuttered, smiling to reveal his braces and wonky teeth. I always loved his smile; crooked or not.

“Hey Neymar” I blushed, shoving my thick-framed oblong glasses further up the bridge of my nose. I slammed my locker shut and began to walk beside him on our way to class.

“I was wondering if you wanted to go to the library and study for our physics exam after school. Only if you want to of course. I mean you don’t have to but I would like it if you do because I enjoy your company. Ugh. No. I mean-“

“I would love to” I giggled, interrupting his nervous rant. He always gets teased for stuttering and fumbling his words, but I think his shyness is adorable and find that it adds on to his amazing character.

Neymar and I have been best friends since his first day at our school, after transferring on scholarship. He was sitting alone at lunch, being teased for his acne and braces by the local bullies. I gathered up every sense of confidence I had and approached him, asking if I could sit at his table. We hit it off instantly, bonding over our family’s mutual financial struggles and have been close ever since. Together, we endure the repercussions of being nerds and stand up for each other in the face of bullying.

Just like we’re doing right now.

 “Hey metal mouth! Poverty girl” Willis, the schools biggest bully laughed in Neymar’s face and nodded in my direction.

“Do my homework” He laughed, slamming the sheet of paper into Neymar’s chest.

“No” My best friend protested and the blonde jock glared at him, tapering his eyes into thin and frosty slits. With a single shove to the chest, Willis sent Neymar flying into the pavement and his books scattered all over the place. People didn’t stop. They just trampled over them like a stampede.

“Ow” Neymar whispered, looking down in embarrassment as tears welled up in his eyes.

“Leave him alone Willis!” I demanded and the bully laughed, snatching my glasses off my nose and crushing them beneath the sole of his shoe.

“Stop!” I cried, tears gushing down my face at the sight of the tiny shards of glass. He had practically stomped them to dust. Willis must have found something amusing in a pair of broken glasses, because he and the rest of his jerk friends began laughing themselves breathless.

“I have to go and skip class. Do my homework and get some lives, nerds” He smirked cruelly, strolling away with his little group of mindless followers in tow.

 “Are you okay?” Neymar asked, steadying me up and frowning down at the shattered glass in my palms. They cost my parents a month worth of pay.

“Don’t cry Y/N. We have each other and that’s all we need” He soothed, hugging me tightly and ignoring the useless insults of passer byers.  

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“Neymar, you have to promise me something” I sighed, following his leadership all the way home. I was as blind as a bat without my glasses, and he was helping walk home without getting myself killed.

“Anything Y/N” He vowed, taking my hand to help me cross the road.

“Never forget me. Even when you do become famous” I sniffled.

Neymar has an incredible talent for football. He’s so fast and skilled on his feet, and he’s played some of the best young games our town has ever seen. He’s been promised contracts by several big clubs, but his parents want him to finish school before he commits to something as controversial as fame.

“I could never forget you Y/N. You’re too incredible to just forget. You’ll always have a special place in my heart, no matter where fame takes me” I could faintly make out his skinny frame in front of me, seeing a watery blur of his dark skin tone, white shirt and sparkly silver braces.

“You have to promise me Neymar. Too many people let me down” I sobbed and he gripped my shoulders, tilting my chin to face what I presumed to be him.

“And I won’t be one of them Y/N. I promise” He whispered, yanking me into a bone crushing hug.

~7 YEARS LATER~

I ripped the curtains of my bedroom open, revealing the hustle and bustle of Sao Paulo. I’d love to break free from this city and leave behind the bad memories that lay embedded in its soil. But money rules the world these days and if you don’t have much of it, all you can do is dream and do whatever you can to scrape by.

With a steaming mug of tea in my hands, I sat on the couch in the living room and glared at my University textbooks on the coffee table. I’ve been trying to pursue a career in law ever since I was a girl, but so many things are constantly holding me back from low self-esteem to money troubles. But, what takes the cake, is people forgetting promises and leaving me behind.

While a young woman my age is learning how to love, I’m learning how to not get attached. No one ever sticks around for long, lover or not, these days. I’m like a poorly written book with a fantastic plot-line. People get excited but just toss me aside when it gets boring.

I find myself wondering if my life is worth living, especially when nobody wants to be a part of it.

When my mug was empty, I knew it was time to stop my pity party and get ready for class. Dragging myself through a shower, I threw on some skinny jeans, a white shirt and Doc Martens. Just like I do every other old day.

The elevator sung as the doors flew open. I stepped in shyly, slipping next to a man and pressing for the lobby. The air was thick and awkward and I couldn’t help but choke on it.

“I’m famous” he blurted suddenly. I kept my glance down at the burgundy carpet and stifled my itching laughter. What a jack ass. If he’s so famous why does he have to tell people? Wouldn’t they be able to figure it out for themselves?

“And I still came back baby. I promised you were too incredible to forget”

No.

It can’t be. 

You Got Me

A/N: This is a sequel to this short one-shot, ’Dark & Wild’. A few people have been requesting this so enjoy! ^__^

Pairing: You x Kai

Summary: When you save him

Snow coated the icy sidewalks of the city as I wrapped my coat tighter around my body, shivering against the elements as wind and frost battered my face. I ducked my head, shuffling my way towards the direction of my apartment, the whistling of the air in my ears deafening me.

I would’ve missed the sounds of his soft groans if not for the loud clattering of a garbage can hitting the ground, and my head snapped to the side as I stopped in my tracks. I stood by the mouth of a dark alleyway, eyes narrowed as I picked up on the sounds of a deep, male voice moaning in obvious discomfort.

“H- hello?” I asked uncertainly, stepping into the alleyway cautiously. I quickly rummaged into my pocket for my phone to give myself some light.

I shone the bright flashlight into the dark, eyes widening as I noticed the man slumped on the ground at the side of the alleyway, eyes half closed and blood spattered all over his face. He was clutching one side of his chest, a dark patch spreading across his shirt, leather jacket hanging off one shoulder. He looked painfully familiar, and he winced as I focused the flashlight on his face.

“Jesus, lady, you trying to blind me?”

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OKAY KNB LATEST IM SO DONE THIS TURNED OUT LONG TOO IM SO SORRY

WHEN KAGAMI HIT THE BASKETBALL HOOP THING

KUROKO LOOKED SO WORRIED THAT THE THING MIGHT  FALL ON HIS LOOK AT HIS FACE ITS PURE TERROR OK WORRIED FOR THE BOYFRIEND

OW MY HEART ANYTHING WITH KIYOSHI BUT THE BABU LOOKS SO CUTE HERE THO SO SINCERELY WORRIED FOR HIS SENPAI UGUGFJUFHJHG

i ship it

I’m gone no one can help me now MY BABU IS SO CUTE GSFHF IM LIKE UGHDFJHF

CUE OUCH OH MY HEART CAN U NOT

AND PEOPLE ASK ME WHY I LOVE KUROKO SO MUCH ITS BECAUSE LOOK AT THIS SUPER SINCERE BABY THAT WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR THE SAKE OF HIS TEAMMATES IM JUST //CRIES BLOOD

SEE LOOK AT HIS SINCERITY AND TELL ME YOU DONT LIKE HIM

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MUKKUN YOU LOOK MAJI KOWAII HERE OK CAN U NOT SCARE THE BABU NO

PASSES TO BOYFRIEND

KAGAMI YOU DORK I BET YOU WANTED TO IMPRESS YOUR WAIFU BUT I BET He’LL JUST GET ANGRY AT YOU FOR DISRUPTING THE GAME AWAAWWA MARRIED

LOOK AT THE TINY BABY HE’S SO CUTE LIKE OMFG HE’S TRYING SO HARD

I FOUND THIS REALLY CUTE BECAUSE IT GOES TO SHOW THAT DESPITE MUKKUN BEING A BIG BRAT HE STILL REALLY CARES ABOUT KUROKO AND DOESNT WANT TO HURT HIM UGHHHH

MY CUE TO DRAW COTTON CANDY KUROKO AHAHAHAH

I JUST HAD TO GIF THIS BECAUSE THIS SCENE IS PERFECT AND BABUS MARRIED ANGSFHDGNH

HAND HOLDING YEAHEAYAGDHFSHNFJHFJDGJ

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I OWOWOWOUCH KIYOSHI FEELS

REALLY NGNHGNGHN

LOVE BLESS THIS TEAM

SEIRIN (PRECIOUS BABU SUGGESTING SUCH A CUTE THING)

OKAY ADHBSFNJDGJNFG

SO FRICKING MARRIED OKAY I IMAGINE ITS KAGAMI WHO’S WIPING KUROKO’S FACE OK

MUKKUN AND KUROKOBBYS HEIGHT DIFFERENCE THOUGH OMGSFHGDH LOOK AT THE TINY

BABU HE’S SO SMALL AND CUTE SHFGDJFGJG

AUGHUDGHFGJ MY BBY IS SO FUN-SIZED BUT ITS SO CUTEsfjDGHFJK

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KUROKO BBY I HAVE SO MUCH ON THIS EPISODE IDEK WHY

I GIFED THIS BECAUSE I FOUND THE BABU REALLY CUTE AHFSHDGH

BONUS:

LOOK AT THAT SMILE OMFG SEND AN AMBULANCE AND NIGOU PLAYING WITH AOMINE ADGFH IM SO DONE

I got hit in the head in the first 15 minutes of practice resulting in a bloody lip with a “deep cut” according to a nurse on my team, and I had a piece of skin stuck in my teeth, but I didn’t say anything. I threw tumbling skills that scare me, withhhh a sprained ankle. It hurt the whole practice and I cried when I took my brace off because it was that painful, but I didn’t say anything. I’m trying my best and it’s crunch time. Worlds face off is in three days and worlds is right around the corner. Not only will I get through this, but I will get through it with grace, and I will shine. I owe it to myself, my coaches, and my teams.

Cameron Dallas Imagine for Emma

side note: personally i didn’t find the video offensive,it’s just for sake of the imagine

“hey babe, did you see the new video nash uploaded with me and jc?” cameron said as he entered the room. “no i’ll watch it now” i said as i opened my laptop “okay i’ll be in nash’s room come in when you’re done” i nodded as i began typing.

after the video i walked into nash’s room. “hey emma” nash said as i walked into the room. i ignored him and kept walking until i reached cameron. i looked at nash and he gave me a confused look. “hi?” he tried again. “hi” i said bluntly looking away from him. “what’s wrong with you?” he asked “i should be asking you that question” i said back to him. “what’s that supposed to mean?” he said. “guys c'mon can we just leave it?” cameron asked, i ignored him. “entertain me, shave your arms but don’t forget to be yourself?” i said sarcastically. “ohh the video, did you realy think it was that bad?”. i rolled my eyes “nash are you serious right now, that was the most degrading thing i have ever seen in my life,who gave you the right to tell girls what to do and what not to do?” i yelled at him “i have the right to have an opinion” nash stated. i walked closer her to him “yes, but you also have the responsibilty to know that people have feeling and you can’t just walk all over them like that?” i said getting up in his face. “you’re just mad because you didn’t hear what you wanted to hear” nash brushed me off

“besides, cameron said stuff too” nash said in his defence “yeah but you said all the bad things nash do you not realize how hurtful and damaging some of the things you said are?”. “would you ever just fuck off” nash said pushing me backwards, causing me to hit my head off the wall. “ow” i cried. cameron quickly ran over to me and held me “wtf nash that was way out of line, what the hell were you thinking” he said getting up to start a fight with nash “babe don’t ” i said grabbing his hand. “emma i’m so sor-” nash began but cameron cut him off “just get out” cameron yelled as nash walked out with his head down.

“are you alright, do you need to see a doctor?” cameron questioned me. “it’s fine honestly it’s not that bad” i said standing up with cameron’s help. i pulled him into a hug “thanks for sticking up for me back there” i said with a smile