well noticed my brother

I don’t like the idea (Nick Robinson imagine)

Prompt: Nick is your brother’s best friend and your brother doesn’t want you two to be together.
Request: Hi love a Nick Robinson one shot maybe? I really like the one you’ve made 👌 umh the plot well how about he is the best bud of her brother and all and you can do the rest with your imagination 😌 Thank you thank you in advance mwaps! All the love M xx
Requested by: M
Warning: None, I guess? Well, my baaaad english (as always)
A/N: I seriously like the idea! Thank you for request, M and hope you’ll like this one too! ♥

Your brother, James never actually liked to take his friends to his house. And the only one reason was you. Well, it’s not that your brother wouldn’t love you. It’s right the second way - he loves you that much, that he just can’t risk that he’d let you fall in love with some of his friends. He knew exactly how you were in these years right now. You would probably fall in love with a chicken leg if it would have a nice hair and eyes. 

So yeah, little problem right now? He just had to take Nick to his house, because they were supposted to work on a school project and because of some reason (some reason you don’t know to this day), they couldn’t do it at Nick’s house. 

“Y/N! Are you home?!” You heard your brother yell and you just ran to him and smiled. But not at James, you smiled at Nick and put your hair behind your ear. 
Oh my god, I’m here, dorkey.” James frowned. 
You laughed a little. “Sorry, bro.” 
He nodded. “Y/N, this is Nick, Nick, Y/N… you know, my little sister which no one will touch. Like ever, Nick, right?” 
Yeah, nice to meet you, Y/N.” He smiled. 

× × ×

Your brother and his best friend were working on their project in the living room, so you just had to be in your room and you were kinda bored. So you thought it was the right time for your favorite game for xBox, Just Dance

You danced on some of your favorite songs and you just enjoyed it a lot. Well, James and Nick heard the music which was possible to hear in every part of your house and they yelled at you to turn it off, but you just ignored it, of course.

“Oh man, we need scissors. Get some.” James looked at Nick and he just watched him, shocked. 
“It’s my first time in this house and I’m supposted to look for your scissors?!” 
“Yeap.” James said, watching his notes. 

Nick sighed and nodded. “Okay, fine, great.” 

You just had enough dancing, but the music was still very loud and your clothes was seriously full of sweat, so you decited to change. 
“Yeah, I like this one.” You mumbled while you took some of your shorts for sleeping. 
You have taken all your clothes down, just wearing an underwear. You still had a loud music turned on, so you didn’t hear the knocking on your door. 
“If you won’t open, I’ll go there myself.” 
Nothing. So he just did open your door. 

He stared at you for a while, but then looked down. “Uhm, um, hum, Y/N?”
Oh my god!” You screamed and took your shirt, which you took to your chest. “Get out! James!” 
“No, no, no, don’t call James, please.” He closed the door and came to you. “He’d cut my head off, so I can watch as he’s slowly cutting my body.” 

“Wow, are you seriously that scared of my brother?” 
“Well, he’s pretty dangerous.”

You laughed, not noticing that you were still only in your underwear and then smiled at him. 
“Well, should I turn around so you can…?” 
“Okay.” He nodded and turned around, but he still wanted to see as you’re changing. C’mon, let’s be honest, he thought you were seriously hot at the first time he saw you. 

“What’s going on in here Y/N- Y/N!” He yelled. “Nick!” Oh, James just came. And you were still in your underwear and well, Nick was really red. 
“You both! Kitchen! Now!” Your brother continued to yell and you just frowned at him, but he didn’t care.

× × ×

“So… what’s up between you two?” 
Nothing!” You and Nick answered at the same time, which made you both laugh a little. 

“Yes, I can see that.” James answered, not stopped to giving Nick a death looks.


Don’t Mimic Me | Prologue

Avengers x Villain!Reader

part one

Summary: After what appeared to be a failed experiment, you stay low and compliant. You’ve always done what you were told; it’s what kept you alive all these years. That is, until you get caught and your secret is revealed.

WC: 1,186

Warnings: Light mention of physical and maybe verbal abuse?

Notes: For the birthday girl, AJ (@mattymattymerduck). I know you enjoy villain!reader, so here this is :D I’ve had this idea for a while, but wasn’t sure how to go about with it. Until now. Enjoy ~

Useless. Absolutely, unforgivingly useless. That’s all you are, and ever will be. You were born a mistake; proof being that your own mother traded you in for cash, once she deemed you were old enough. Could you really blame her though? Your father fell off the face of the planet one day, and was never heard from again. But he was seen again, on the news actually. Living the life as a politician now, somewhere in New York. Watching him appear on the television, making speeches about equality and creating a better world… You were his only child, and all she ever saw in you was the reminder of the man who walked out on her. A splitting image of him.
She just never realized that she wasn’t the only one he abandoned.

You always did your best to do things right. God knew that you’ve made your fair share of mistakes over the years, but never on purpose. The good grades, finished chores, and obedient nod were never enough. There was always a grade not high enough, a chore done too slow and a right response given at the wrong time.

On the weekend of your birthday, a man showed up at your door. According to your mother, he was a distant relative. When you spotted the duffel bag on the table, you knew it wasn’t packed with your things. For the past month, you heard the phone calls in the late night. Something something, useless… Mumble mumble, exchange.. Whisper whisper…. Deal. What confirmed your suspicions was when your mother suddenly showed an interest in your well being. She began checking your body for any disfigurations, or markings. She would ask how you were feeling, touching your forehead to check for a fever, looking for any kind of change in you. It was a cruel joke to you, making you believe that she might actually be turning a new leaf.

She grabbed the duffel bag, unzipped it and nodded with contentment at the sight of bundled cash. You turned towards the so-called relative, and he held out his hand. You glanced back to your mother, but she was already turning away with the duffel bag in hand. It stung watching her walk away, not even hesitantly turning around for one more look. After years of getting that cold shoulder from her, you’d think that you would’ve been used to it.

The man took your hand and led you outside, where you were greeted by a small black, two seater car with windows deeply tinted. Huh. Usually there’s a fine for people who get window tints too dark. He opened the door for you, and without hesitation you got in. You watched as he strolled around the front of the car and into the driver’s seat. He started the car, and took off. The sight of what used to be home shrunk in the wing mirror until it was out of view.

You leaned your head against the chilled window. “What about my things” you spoke out, watching the fog from your breath slowly disappear from the glass. The tone in your voice wasn’t demanding or curious. It was more of an attempt to rid the silence.
“You won’t need them.” He kept his left hand steady on the wheel, as his right traveled slowly towards you. Before he could make another move, you quickly grabbed ahold of his last three fingers, fiercely pulling them backwards. Within a split second, you flew forward and hit the dashboard hard, releasing the grip you held on his digits. You let out a pained groan as you pushed yourself back into the seat.

“I wasn’t going to touch you” he spoke nonchalantly, “I was going to close your air vents.” The car started forward again, the momentum pushing you into your seat as you put your seatbelt on this time. You shifted your position as the car filled with silence once again.

“It would be wise to ask all the questions you have now” he announces, “when we get to our destination, you won’t be able to talk. Not much, at least.”

You sighed, “alrighty then, I guess we can start with the basics.” He raised his index finger, “No personal questions.”

“Just the basics remember? Like…. are you really family? What’s with the slight accent? And what’s your name? Or can I call you mysterious Uncle baldy?” you smirked, appreciating your little joke. He made a sharp right turn making you hit your head on the window. Karma is always close behind. “First off,” he began, “I am not bald. I keep it short, less hassle. My name is not important right now, but Baron will do.” You rubbed the side of your head, already feeling a small bump forming. “And family wise?” you looked towards him. He glanced at you, raising an eyebrow. “Your father, you remember him, yes?” he noticed your jaw clenched and smirked.
“Well, he is my brother, actually.”

Flashbacks of your father’s face appearing on the television filled your mind. He didn’t change much, from what you remember him as a child. He looked exactly the same, but aged. His hair dawning strands of grey and white hairs, wrinkles becoming deeper. Even his voice sounded the same.

“He never said he had any siblings. Not to mention, any kind of accent” you scoffed, crossing your arms.

“We are half brothers. He grew up in the states, while I, Germany.” His tone faltered. You guessed it wasn’t a happy relationship between then, if there was any. “Why did you grow up in Ger-” he raised his hand up, stopping you from finishing your sentence. “I said, no personal questions.” Without thinking, you gently swatted his hand out of your way not even thinking of the possible consequences. Rather than giving you a slap to the face, he chuckled and shook his head. “You remind me of myself. Always acting without thinking” he stated, “it’ll get you in trouble one day.”

You huffed in your seat, rolling your eyes. There was nothing you wanted to say to that, especially since you know it was true. Of course you were a very obedient child, always doing what you were told but that was to avoid a beating. The lashings were a hell of a way to discipline you. But the moment you left that house, you left the memories behind as well. Even if you weren’t free person, you were at least free to be yourself. And who you really were, has yet to be revealed. Years of bottling incompatible emotions don’t always pour out smoothly.

“Can I at least know where we’re going? You’ve been driving for like two hours now” you exaggerated. He let out a slightly annoyed sigh before answering, “It’s only been one hour, and we are going to Sokovia.” You shot him a questioning glance, only to be met with his hand raised again. “No more questions. Take a nap or stare out the window, do something quiet until we reach the airport. We have a long way to go.”


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The Airport

Hi guys! So this was supposed to be a drabble and I got carried away also it became about Steve which I’ve never done so that’s cool I guess! New territory! I hope you guys enjoy. Happy Sunday! 

Warnings: none

Originally posted by luvinchris

I really hate airports. There seems to be people leaking out of every crevice, either bumping into me or rolling over my toes with their pull along suitcase. Grumpy people line the walls waiting to check their bags or buy their tickets or eat the overpriced food squished into plastic containers. 

Today, I am picking up my brother. He travels a lot for work so here I am, once again, watching the clock and waiting by the gate. My stomach is revolting, even when I have no plane to catch, ticket to buy or bag to check. That’s just how much I inherently hate everything about airports.

An overly cheery woman announces over the loud speakers that another flight has just arrived. In a few minutes, my brother will be walking off that plane and through customs, so I shouldn’t have to endure this introvert’s torture much longer. 

I walk over to gate and lean on the bars of the fence and observe the fresh mob making their way into the main lobby. People-watching is really the only thing that keeps me from ripping my hair out when I have to sit in an airport for any period of time. They say you see more sincere love in an airport than at a wedding. 

As I scan the room to pick out a stranger to spy on, one man quickly catches my eye. He’s tall and built, handsome. He has what seems to be shoulder length hair that’s tied back in a bun. Rogue strands pierce his light, perfect skin. His hands are shoved deep into the front pockets of his dark jeans and even through his bulky winter sweater, I can see he’s thick and sturdy, but not too buff for my taste. 

But I gather that my taste doesn’t matter. I can tell by the way he’s eagerly searching the crowd that he’s taken. Happily taken. Quite smitten actually. His hands are pressed into his pockets as if pushing his shoulders down will somehow make his neck grow and allow him to soar over the crowd to find the one he is looking for. His bright, excited eyes flutter from face to face, desperate to find the right one.

And when he does, his smile just about blinds me. 

“BuckybuckybuckybuckyBUCKY!” I see her erupt from the gate and run the entire distance of the lobby to him. Her bag is violently bumping against her thigh with every stride, her hair blowing behind her in waves, a grin taking over her pretty features. 

I can’t help but giggle at the way the man just stands his ground, bracing himself for the comparatively small body that was about to crash into his. Once she weaves through the mob of passengers, she throws her duffel on the floor with a plop and quite literally leaps into her man’s able arms. Her arms clasp around his neck and her legs around his waist, while he safely holds her tight around her middle. 

“Doll, I missed you.”

I’m surprised to hear his soft voice from where I was standing. He is so sincere, his low song to her almost cracked. I’m truly amazed at how they just enjoy each others’ presence, completely able to ignore the hustle and bustle around them. 

Her face is now safe inside the crook of his neck and through a mess of his and her hair, I see his eyes are closed. Suddenly, her face emerges from his shoulder and reveals a sweet grin. After quickly looking him over, she attaches her lips to his in a simple kiss. Slow and hardly moving, they are glued to each other.

I look around to see that I’m not the only one watching the two. They couldn’t care less about the world spinning around them because they were at its center.

I have to divert my eyes because I feel like I’m intruding on them. But also, if I watch any more I was afraid my smile would grow too large and actually split my face. As soon as I look away, I hear a man beside me chuckling. 

“Obnoxious, aren’t they?”

“Nah, they’re in love. It’s sweet.”

“It’s sweet for about a week and then it gets annoying.”

I giggle and finally turn to see Captain America standing next to me. My smile falls to awe as I take him in. The thing that they say about him looking like a dorito was absolutely true, I can’t decide if he’s thick or lean. Either way this man was sculpted by the gods. And he shows it off too, his shirt has to be two sizes too small.

But his eyes are even more lovely in real life. Bright blue and smiling, easy to get lost in. And lost I am until I realize the awkward silence is mine to fill.

“Maybe. But I’m sure they’ll say the same thing about you someday.”

“I can only hope so.”

Now I have nowhere to look. If I look at him I would surely be crushed by his muscles or drowned in his eyes, and if I look at the couple who were still kissing in the middle of everything I would surely die of cuteness. Well, the floor will do.

“And um, thanks, for um,” I sweep a gesture down his body, from his shoulders to his feet, “what you do. Savin’ our asses,” I add for an explanation. 

He chuckles, “It’s a pleasure to save the ass of a beautiful girl like you.”

I bit my lip to hide my smile. I was not expecting that from America’s Golden Boy. Thank god I am saved by some of my brother’s coworkers walking through the lobby. 

“Well, I have to go find my brother.” I notice a spark glisten in his eye when I say my brother and not my boyfriend. “It was nice to meet you, Captain America.”

“Steve,” he corrected. 

“Steve,” I repeat, kicking my brow at him. I spin and walk to the gate, only looking over my shoulder when I hear Steve holler, “Hey, do you ever go to Molly’s?”

“Occasionally!” I shouted over my shoulder. 

Suddenly, he’s right behind me, his voice ghosting over my neck, his fingers resting gently on my right hip. “Meet me there at 8?”

Startled, I turn on my toes and end up face to face with his large protruding chest. I tilt my chin up and whisper “okay” before I had the chance to get lost in his eyes again.

“See you there,” he declares with a nod. I stand there before him, waiting for him to make his exit but it doesn’t seem like he wants to. Though I don’t exactly want to say goodbye just yet either, I hear my brother calling me. 

I jog over to him and take one of his bags off his shoulder, while slinking my arm through his. ”Hey bro. How was the flight?”

“It was good. Exhausting though. Hope you didn’t wait too long.”

“No not at all. You’ll never guess who I was talking to.”


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Ride you like my Harley - Trixya - Chapter 3 - AnnieSantaWifey

A/N - AU world inspired by the TV show Sons of Anarchy. I will be using some characters from the actual show in this and future chapters. Everything is told from Katya’s POV.

T/W - bad language, horrible pick up lines, probably grammar mistakes, mentions of drugs.

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Lmao you thought i would stop with Sawsan? nah im very slowly going to make posts like this for all of them.

Anyway, this is the Water Dragon Atropos

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Imagine Kili not knowing how to act around you because Fili also likes you

Drabble for: anon

Original request: “It seems like you have a lot of things to write! But if you have a little bit of time, could you please do a Kilixreader where Kili doesn’t know how to act with the reader since he learned Fili also has feelings for her. I hope it doesn’t disturb you, it’s just that I love your writing!”

Pairing: Kili x Reader

Word count: 1547

A/N: I tried to have Kili not knowing how to act, but instead I just got nervous with a bit of unsure. Nevertheless, I hope you like it :)

The first person to emerge from the troll hoard was Fili, who held a sneer on his face. You could understand why even from where you were sat. The stench was horrendously foul and spread across a large portion of the forest. Fili’s eyes swept across the forest until they paused when he saw you. Instead of smiling broadly as he usually did, he winked at you and bit the corner of his lip. He raised his eyebrows too and then strode over to where a couple of the dwarves stood, retrieving their weapons from the sack they had been carried in after your run in with the trolls.

You felt the tips of your ears heat up, along with your cheeks, as you scoffed. You shook your head, laughing at his boldness. A broad smile spread across your face, did Fili like you? Perhaps. Kili exited the cave soon after Fili, scowling at his back, eyebrows furrowed like an angry puppy. Without so much as casting a glance towards anyone else, he stormed over to a boulder and threw himself down on it.

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So I’m doing an internship with my older brother at a tech company, and he’s teaching me how to use sites like WordPress and WhatCounts for designing email templates. The whole process is pretty easy, but it can take a while to remember everything, so he wrote me a guide about how to get everything organized:

 Seems like a pretty formal, explanatory guide on how to upload images, right?

Well, I noticed something pretty unexpected at the bottom.