who wants to pick me off the ground :(

EXO Mafia Reaction: When they see someone flirting with their girlfriend

||| Anon asked: Please can you make more mafia EXO reactions? I don’t know like another men was flirting with their girl. I like when they get posessive over their girl |||


Park Chanyeol

Originally posted by sehunas

He is the type to practically cling to you, so when this guy approached you he was only a step away. He threw him a glare.

“I’m sorry but who the fuck are you?”


Xiumin/Kim Minseok

Originally posted by icallhimbangjamesbang

He didn’t let you out of his sight the whole night, keeping every man at bay from a distance.

“I swear if one more guy tries to approach her, blood will be spilled…”


Chen/Kim Jongdae

Originally posted by sehunicorne

The guy was quickly taken care of and he kept you by his side for the rest of the party.

“I think I made a pretty good example, what would happen to those who dared flirt with you.”


D.O/Do Kyungsoo

Originally posted by kyungso

He came up to you two in quick steps.

“Hey!” he shouted. “Do you have a single fucking clue who you’re talking to?”


Kris/Wu Yifan

Originally posted by fyifan

When he saw you all giggly around this guy, he called you over in an instant.

“Jagi, why are you letting him flirt with you like that? I thought you’re for my eyes only.”


Tao/Huang Zitao

Originally posted by kim-jongmin

He didn’t say anything, just dragged this guy away for a ‘quick talk’.

“I will teach you what it means to flirt with her.”


Kai/Kim Jongin

Originally posted by jonginization

He chuckled as he embraced you from behind, kissing your neck. He looked the guy in the eyes.

“She’s mine. Back off.”


Byun Baekhyun

Originally posted by baekhyuntella

He quickly dragged you way, his hand wrapped around your waist.

“You should be careful who you talk to kitten, you don’t want me getting jealous, right?”


Luhan

Originally posted by meiren-menglu

He didn’t want to get his hands dirty, so he signalled his men to take the guy out, turning you around to face him.

“I don’t think you want to see what happens next.”


Lay/Zhang Yixing

Originally posted by baekhyuntella

He wasted no time, getting straight to shooting the guy in the leg. When he fell down on the ground, he picked him up by the collar.

“I’m so close to killing you right now, so you better get your ass out of here. Fast.”


Suho/Kim Junmyeon

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

He was so jealous, he was about to burst. He pulled you to him and passionately kissed you right there in front of everyone.

“I have to who who you really belong to.”


Oh Sehun

Originally posted by chanyoelparks-deleting

He watched the flirting ensue from a distance but when the guy touched you, he snapped.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he shouted, punching the guy in the face.

Life’s Fucked Eddie, It’s so Damn Fucked

(Reddie) It’s a couple moths into senior year. The Losers are still going on strong. Eddie Kaspbrack has just joined the cheer squad. One day, a painfully sweet jock lends him his jacket. Eddie’s heart swoons. Is this love? It can’t be. Who said Eddie Kaspbrack was gay? Is he? What will happen when his best friend realizes he has intense feelings for this small mysophobic hypochondriac.

TW for whole fanfic: angst, self harm, eating disorders, attempted suicide, fluff, make outs, sexual stuff. (This chapters only an introduction so nothing yet lmao)  the end will be happy don’t worry.    

1, 2, 3 (coming soon), 

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Life of the Zodiacs #3 (unedited)

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thank you to @kaylaofcastaway @books-beast-and-readerry and @azurekid for helping me edit and/or cowrite chapter 3!


“Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!”

Cancer groaned from being woken up so abruptly and rubbed her eyes, “What time is it?”

“Pancake time!” Aries and Pisces cheered and pulled the half asleep redhead out of bed.

They dragged her into the kitchen only to find that it was no longer empty as it had been five minutes earlier. Capricorn sat at the table with a steaming cup of coffee reading the newspaper, Aquarius was laid out on the couch watching the news with Virgo, and Libra was sitting next to them, but she was much more concerned with whatever was happening on her phone than the tv.

“Where’s Taurus?” Aries looked around for her food enthusiast friend. “I totally thought she would’ve woken up earlier if it meant she got Cancer’s rockin’ pancakes.”

“Sagittarius texted she’s still asleep,” Libra updated the small group.

Aries frowned, “What about Leo?”

“Ya, I wouldn’t expect him for a little while,” Libra spoke without looking up from her phone. “It takes him forever to get ready. Oh, and Sagittarius says he’ll be here when pancakes are ready.”

“I guess I better start making them then,” Cancer yawned and began searching for bowls.

Pisces plopped down in a chair across Capricorn, “You know, with Taurus being an actual chef and all you’d think she’d at least help you out.”

However, everyone seemed to have forgotten that a crucial part of making pancakes was missing, except for Capricorn who was smirking in his chair waiting for them all to realize what he’d already known since the night before.

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"Don't be fucking rude!" please? xx

enemies to lovers is my ultimate kink goodbye

There were no words to describe just how much I hated Harry Styles. The way he dressed like an off duty model, the way he never cut his goddamn hair, the way he always got what he wanted. I had begged our director not to cast him in the role opposite me.

“I’ll do anything, please, give another guy a chance.”

She raised her eyebrows at me, “I’ll give another guy a chance when they get as good as Harry.” I sighed and closed my eyes as she continued. “We don’t give handouts in the theater and we certainly don’t let our disdain for other actors get in the way of our art. So be professional, I expect more from you than this petty nonsense.”

“Yes ma'am.” I murmured as I looked over her shoulder at Harry who was talking to some of his friends, laughing about something he had said that I’m sure wasn’t funny as he picked his satchel up off the ground and threw it over his shoulder.

Harry knew I hated him. It wasn’t a secret. He also knew he would get this role and we would have to play lovers. He knew I would rather die than play someone who was supposed to be in love with him. And he auditioned for the role anyway, winking right at me when he announced which role he wanted. Fucking wanker.

***

We did our first scene together the next day, scripts in hand as we proclaimed our love for each other. In my head I was thinking of absolutely anything else, like what I was going to eat for dinner tonight.

“Stop, stop, stop, stop!” Our director yelled as Harry leaned in to kiss me. I tried not to slump in relief. “I feel nothing.” She threw her hands up in the air, “I picked the two of you because you’re the best I have and I thought you could overcome your differences–”

Harry and I immediately started babbling, trying to defend ourselves, talking over one another.

“Enough!” She pinched the bridge of her nose and took a deep breath. “The two of you are going to do an exercise together to work on your intimacy.”

“Fantastic.” Harry muttered sarcastically. “I don’t need to do this exercise,” He said louder, “She’s the one who clearly zones out when doing scenes with me it’s like she’s not even there.”

I started to defend myself but she said, “Then maybe you should try to be more captivating, Harry, honestly I almost fell asleep myself listening to you.” I snickered and Harry glared at me, “You’ll both do the exercise or I recast the both of you.” We started to protest but she held up a hand, “If one of you can’t do it you both lose your parts. Work together.”

I was furious. I couldn’t believe this idiot was going to make me lose my role.

“Now, the exercise.” She clapped her hands together, “Props! Get me some blankets and pillows!”

I already did not like where this was going and I could see the look of horror mirrored on Harry’s face as we watched the props team set up a makeshift bed in the middle of the stage.

“I want the two of you to lay down under those blankets like you’re husband and wife and I want you to talk to each other. I don’t have to hear it, no one in this room has to hear it, but I want you to talk. I’ll know if you didn’t do it right so don’t even try to fake it.”

I looked around the room at the rest of the cast and crew, “…With everyone watching?”

She rolled her eyes, “Everyone take a twenty minute break!” She announced and everyone dispersed, leaving us alone on the stage. She soundlessly pointed to the blankets and pillows and turned away from us.

Harry and I glared at each other for a few moments, “Are you going to do this or are you going to continue acting like a child who throws a tantrum when she doesn’t get her way?”

I rolled my eyes and walked towards the blankets, “Don’t be fucking rude.”

“Maybe if you were nice to me I wouldn’t be,” Harry said sitting down next me, “You know, most people like me, I’m still not sure why you don’t.”

“It must really kill your ego that I don’t like you, huh?” I settled onto the pillow, Harry following after me, facing each other on the ground. “The one girl in the whole world who won’t get on her knees for you.”

“Not close enough!” Our director yelled from the audience.

I sighed and scooted closer to Harry.

“Put your arm around her! Jesus, you’re in love for Christ’s sake.”

Harry sighed and put his arm around me, pulling me close enough so I could feel his breath on my face. “Only girl who won’t get on her knees for me, but didn’t take much to get you into bed.” Despite myself, I laughed and our foreheads touched. “Ah, she has a sense of humor after all.”

I stopped laughing, “I’ve always had a sense of humor, you’re just not funny.”

“Why aren’t you touching him, Y/N?” I sighed at the sound of her voice before resting a hand on his cheek, lightly scratching against the stubble on his jaw.

He smirked at me, the smug asshole. “That feels nice.”

I resisted the urge to slap him and instead took a deep breath. “Come on, it’s not that bad pretending to be in love with me.” He squeezed my waist. “I’ve been told I’m an excellent lover.” He whispered in my ear, sending chills down my spine. “Let yourself fall in love with me for a minute.” He said and his voice was so soothing I closed my eyes. “I could fall in love with you. I’ve thought about it sometimes, when I watch you onstage. You’re so incredibly talented, you’ve brought me to tears more than once. I’ve always wanted to act opposite you even though you hated me.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, I was so still, I wasn’t entirely sure I was breathing. “And those lips…” He pulled back from my ear until his forehead touched mine, “I’ve thought about kissing them more times than I care to admit.”

I stared at him, suddenly conscious of every place his skin touched mine. “This is all part of the exercise, right?” I whispered.

He blinked. Instead of answering his finger reached up to graze my cheek and then cupped behind my neck before pulling me to him, our lips colliding gently at first as they explored unfamiliar territory. He was a nice kisser. He had soft lips and knew when to speed up movements, when to pull me closer, when to nibble on my lip and I was breathless when he finally pulled away. His eyes were wild as he looked at me, thumb still idly stroking my cheek.

“Of course.” He breathed. “Just for the exercise.” But he made no move to pull away from me and instead rubbed his thumb over my lower lip.

protective || the bowers gang

Request : “maybe a Bowers Gang Imagine where (Y/n) is this good girl but she hangs with the guys and they’re really protective over her and always call her "Our Girl” plus I love your writing style so I’d love to see more of your work!!“

-not one of my longer imagines but to the point !! Word count : 700+

•••

Originally posted by nicholashamilton

The Bowers gang was full of narcissistic douchebags that happened to be my best friends. They were known for bullying and tormenting other kids, but I overlooked that because they were good people deep down. There was Henry, the leader, who had major daddy issues and was super mean, but would never lay a finger on me. Then Patrick, some people thought he often came off as "Pervy” but he was just a flirt. Then there was Belch, a major softie deep down, but a tough exterior. And then Victor, in my defense he was pretty harmless but he always watched the tormenting, never participated.


I wasn’t just friends with the guys though. I had a lot of other friends too, and sometimes they didn’t like that. They cut 3rd period to go smoke behind the school so I sat with Richie, Billy, Eddie, and Stan at lunch. Of course, I never had bullied anyone.


Henry’s main targets were Mike and Billy. Belch liked to pick on Eddie and Stan. Patrick went after Ben and Richie constantly. He would always refer to Ben as ‘tits’ which was incredibly rude. Victor would occasionally tease Beverly but he would never touch her.


We were talking about who was the funniest in the group and of course Richie kept insisting that it was him. In my opinion, I thought it was Eddie and Stan seemed to agree. Bill remained silent, not wanting to upset Richie.


“Ok Y/n, I am SO much funnier than Eddie.” Richie exaggerated as I explained how Eddie always made funny side comments.


“All you do is hit on me and make inappropriate sexual jokes.” I shot back at him with a laugh. Bill and Stan chuckled and Eddie agreed. Richie’s face dropped and he playfully tackled me off the lunch bench, pushing me onto the soft grass.


“What’d you just say?” Richie asked, trying to be serious but ended up failing miserably when he started laughing, losing his 'mean’ voice.


“Hey!” A guy’s voice yelled from the distance. I pushed Richie off of me when I saw Henry, Patrick, Vic, and Belch come into the picture. They were super protective and I knew they saw Richie pinning me down.


“Hi!” I popped up off the ground with a smile, brushing my shorts off.


“Were these freaks bothering our girl?” Henry questioned, gritting his teeth as he spoke. He eyed Richie up and down and grabbed him by the shirt, lifting him off the ground.


“No Henry. We were joking. Please let go of him.” I begged, not wanting my friends to start picking on the visibly smaller boy and his friends.


“Listen Tozier, lay your hands on her again and you’re fuckin’ dead. You got me?” Patrick threatened, getting in Richie’s face, pushing his head back with his hand after he was done speaking to him.


Richie nodded, falling on the ground as Henry let him go. I frowned and looked up at The Bowers Gang, who were praising each other for being assholes. I went over to help Richie up but he shook his head not to, his eyes averting over to Patrick.


I instantly got defensive over Richie to my friends, who the fuck were they to tell me who I can and can’t hang out with.


“Why’d you guys do that?” I simply asked, walking over to Patrick and Henry my arms crossed. They were way taller than me so I had to tilt my neck up to talk to them.


“The kid is a loser Y/n. And he was like sitting on you. He needs to know he can’t touch you.” Victor said in a matter-of-fact tone. I furrowed my eyebrows, completely baffled because Richie was harmless.


“He wouldn’t hurt me, you guys didn’t have to be so rude to him.” I quietly told them, considering Bill, Richie, Stan, and Eddie were still in distance. My friends glanced over at the group of young boys, writing on Eddie’s cast.


“You know we are just protecting you.” Belch softly commented, speaking up out of all the boys.


“I know.” I nodded, “But you can’t just go around scaring everyone who talks to me. Got it?” I asked, raising my eyebrow but quickly losing my serious tone as I started giggling.


“Got it.” They all said in unison as Henry put his arm around my shoulders.


“Let’s get out of here.” I suggested, walking with Henry and the rest of my boys closely behind. I liked how protective they were, even if they took it a little too far sometimes.

4

Imagine: Your husband, Robb, seeing you teaching your daughter how to sword fight.

For: Anon

A/N: I made this kind of a playful sword fight and not like serious sword fighting lessons like the anon requested because they wanted the child to be like 5/6 and I feel like that’s too young to give a child a real sword lol.

You walk into the courtyard and see your 6-year-old daughter, holding a large stick and poking it in front of her, you laugh as you approach her, “What are you doing sweetheart?”

“Sword fighting like father!” She says cheerfully. She pauses for a moment to think and then she adds with a sullen expression, “Is it okay for me to fight mother?”

“Of course my love, why wouldn’t it be?”

“The boys were laughing at me, they said girls don’t fight.”

“Those boys don’t know anything darling!” You take her little cheeks into your hands and smile at her, “Just look at your Aunt Arya, she’s probably a better fighter than Uncle Jon and your father combined!”

She giggles at your comment, “Will you fight with me mother?”

“Of course love!” She passes you another stick and points hers at your chest.


Robb’s POV

I was walking across the balcony when I hear a high-pitched giggle coming from below me. I lean over the balcony and see my young daughter, holding a stick, and advancing towards my wife, who in turn was lying on with a look of faux-fear on her face.

“Please Lady Y/D/N, have mercy!” Y/N cries, I laugh and rush down the stairs, grabbing another stick off the ground.

I jump in front of Y/N, “If you want my wife you’ll have to get through me first!”

Y/D/N laughs again and lunges towards me, somehow managing to knock my stick out of my hand, “Wow darling, your mother has been teaching you well!”

She smiles proudly, before dropping her stick and putting her hands in the air, wanting me to pick her up. I pull her up into my arms, and then turn to Y/N, helping her up off the ground.

Y/D/N gives both of us a kiss on the cheek each, and I’ve I feel more than thankful for having such a beautiful wife and an amazing daughter.

End.

Masterlist // Rules List // To-Do List

Imagine embarrassing yourself in front of Sebastian and Chris.

A/N: This is a request from @california-grown I tried to steer towards Seb, but I couldn’t help myself. 😆

Sebastian had the habit of going for a run every morning whenever he was back home in New York. His runs may not have been at the same location each day, but it was always at 5:00AM. Chris had the same habit wherever he went; 5:00AM runs to keep his body finely tuned. Since Chris was in New York for his broadway show, he stopped running alone and ran with Sebastian instead. The two friends liked running at the crack of dawn as there were less people up and about. They didn’t have to worry about fans or paparazzi chasing them down, they could just be. You had that same want, to just be without eyes on you. You weren’t famous, just a girl who liked being alone. And each morning, you’d wake at 5:00Am to go on a bike ride. You enjoyed biking through your favorite city, and you did so before the city came to life so you wouldn’t have to deal. You seemed to be good at embarrassing yourself in front of strangers, and apparently you were better at it in front of famous actors. You didn’t know it yet, but you were about to find out. Unfortunately for you, Central Park didn’t just cater to your 5:00AM needs.

You liked listening to music when you rode, and seeing as there wasn’t anyone else around when you rode- you played it out loud on your little portable speaker. As you paddled through the park, you sang along to Ne-Yo’s version of ‘Friend Like Me’. You were a total Disney fanatic with playlist upon playlist of soundtracks and covers of said soundtracks from all your favorite Disney movies. Your thoughts easily drifted off with the melodies as you sang, hummed, or mouthed along to the music. Like today, you were so lost in the music that you didn’t notice Sebastian Stan and Chris Evans running in the opposite direction towards you.

Now those two weren’t just actors, they were two of your favorite actors. Just yesterday, you were knee-deep in a Captain America movie marathon which then transpired into a Sebastian Stan/Chris Evans movie marathon. You watched ‘The Bronze’, ‘The Martian’, ‘What’s Your Number’, and ‘Gifted’. It was almost ridiculous how much you admired them both. In fact, you’d been been dying to have a run-in with Sebastian Stan since you moved to New York. Now there they were and you were too busy singing to notice. That was until-

“Nice song choice.” Chris called, smiling brightly as he and Sebastian jogged towards you.

The first thing you did upon hearing another human’s voice was immediately stop singing. The second, you returned to reality and noticed how handsome the two approaching were. Even at a distance with their faces hidden under the shadow of their baseball caps, you could tell. The one who spoke to you was in a black NASA cap, and the other who was yet to speak was a navy blue Todd Snyder cap. Now these were their trademarks items, items you should’ve noticed considering you were in their fandom. But no, once again you were too busy to notice; this time too busy dying of embarrassment because someone had caught you belting out while riding your bike. You were lucky you had a fairly decent voice otherwise it would’ve been even worst.

“Thanks,” you mumbled.

“Have a good day,” Chris said as they jogged past you.

“You too,” you nodded in acknowledgment. “Oh my God,” you mumbled under your breath, wincing. You were about to speed up and paddle as far away from them as you could when realization washed over you. Was that- You glanced over your shoulder and saw that Chris was doing the same with a wide smile. “Chris Ev-” Before you could get his name out, you lost control of your bike.

“Oh fuck!” Chris cussed as he saw you crash your bike, flying over your handle bars and into a bush. Sebastian glanced the way Chris was looking, eyes wide with concern when he saw your bike on the ground. “Shit shit shit,” Chris ran over to help you with Sebastian right on his heel. “Hey, Genie.” He didn’t know your name and you’d been listening to ‘Friend Like Me’; it seemed appropriate. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” You whimpered as you curled up into a ball, covering your face with your hands. The fall was painful, yes, but it didn’t compare to the pain of your new found embarrassment. “Just- um- just leave me here.” You said, and immediately, almost simultaneously- Chris and Sebastian cocked their heads, eyeing you with a lot of confusion. “Fuck me,” you cussed at yourself under your breath, wincing when you realized they’d heard you.

“Doing it behind a bush might lead to an arrest, don’t you think?” Chris joked as he held out his hand; Sebastian snickered, walking over to your bike to pick it off the ground. “C’mon,” Chris beckoned for your hand with a quick bend of his fingers when he saw you peeking at him through your fingers. “What kind of guy would I be if I just leave you here?”

“A guy who doesn’t want to embarrass me more than I’ve already embarrassed myself?” You answered then managed a soft chuckle when Chris laughed, reaching down to grab the hand you wouldn’t give him. “Thanks,” you said when he helped you to your feet. “This is not how I imagined my first meeting with Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan to go.” You admitted, drawing chuckles from both guys.

“At least you know we’ll remember you.” Chris teased, gently picking the small twigs and dried leaves from your hair. You blushed, sweeping your slightly grazed hands on your yoga pants. “Do you need to sit?” He asked when he saw you try to take a step and wince. “C’mon Genie,” he carefully draped one of your arms around him while one of his wrapped around your waist. “Let’s get you to a bench.”

“What’s your name?” Sebastian asked, pushing your bike as he followed behind the two of you. “I think you’d much rather we use your name than ‘Genie’, right?” Both smiled when you laughed softly, introducing yourself as Chris sat you down. “Well, Y/N. We’d introduce ourselves, but I have a feeling you already know who we are.” They tried not to laugh when Sebastian said that. It didn’t take you long to work out that they knew the reason you’d crashed your bike.

“Can we please pretend like I didn’t crash my bike because I saw Chris Evans?”

“I would, but I don’t think I want to,” Chris smiled. “It’s quite flattering, I mean- that’s the kind of thing you see in movies.” He teased and you buried your burning face in your hands. “I never thought I’d get to experience that in real life, I can check that off my bucket list now.” He shot you a quick wink when you looked up; your cheeks turned a deep red and you bit back your smile. “In all seriousness,” he chuckled, descending to his knees in front of you. “Are you okay?” He washed his gaze over you, trying to look for injuries. “Do you need to go to the hospital?”

“I think she just needs a first aid kit,” Sebastian interjected and you nodded in agreement. You both shared a look, trying not to laugh at Chris’ dramatization of your fall. “Is your place far from here?” He asked you and you shook your head, pointing in the direction of your apartment block. You lived about fourteen minutes away, at the Lennox Hill Apartments. “Do you mind if we walk you back?”

“Do I mind?” You laughed. “Um- no, that’d be like a- a weird dream come true.” They both laughed. “But you don’t have to, I’m honestly fine.” You got to your feet, trying to prove to them you were fine so you didn’t take up more of their time. “I can wa- ow!” Chris caught you by the elbow before you fell again; it appeared you’d hurt your ankle. “It’s noth- ow, ow.” You couldn’t even put pressure on your right foot, so it clearly wasn’t nothing. “I’ll be fine.” You forced a smile, trying to tear up at the searing pain in your foot slowly making its way up your leg.

“You’re very stubborn, aren’t you?” Chris observed, the corners of his mouth quirked.

“Stubbornness is probably my most prominent attribute other than clumsiness, yes,” you nodded.

“You’re also very cute, so,” Chris chuckled, forcing your arm back around him as he looped an arm around you waist. You couldn’t believe Chris Evans had just called you cute; your smile reached your eyes as he made you lean against him. “Let me know if the pain’s too much,” he told you as the three of you started walking in the direction of your apartment block.

“Why’s that?” You raised an eyebrow.

“So I can carry you, silly,” he as a matter of fact.

“Yeah,” you laughed nervously, “I’m not going to let you do that.”

“Why not?” Sebastian teased with a smirk. “Wouldn’t that be another weird dream come true?”

You felt your lips part as you tried to think of something to say to defend yourself from Sebastian playful teasing, but you couldn’t think of anything. You always thought you were witty, and that you could be if ever you met them so you could leave a bit of an impression. But nope, you were not witty; you were a dumbfounded, blushing idiot.

“Leave Y/N alone, Seb,” Chris reached over you and smacked his friend’s arm, laughing.

Sebastian looked over at Chris, smirking at him behind your back. His eyes asked if Chris was going to do the same after they got you safely back to your apartment, or if he was going to ask for your number and take you out. Sebastian could tell you’d left an impression with your pretty face and adorable singing. You wouldn’t have crashed your bike if Chris didn’t turn around, and he’d only turned around because of you. Chris wouldn’t admit it, but he was glad you crashed your bike.

“Lennox Hill Apartments, right?” Sebastian asked and you nodded, eyeing him curiously as he got on your bike. Before you could ask what he was doing, he explained, “I figured I’ll check if your bike is still working. Anyway,” Sebastian threw another smirk Chris’ way. “See the two of you back there,” he called as he rode away.

“Is Sebastian Stan what you expected him to be?”

“I never really expected either of you to be anything but nice, so- yeah, I guess so.” You looked up at Chris and raised a brow when you saw he was already smiling at you. “What?” You asked then chuckled when he shook his head. “Yeah, right,” you bit playfully. “You’re probably coming up with an anecdote based on today’s incident,” you accused, making him laugh.

“I was actually wondering if you’d have breakfast with me, but okay,” he shrugged nonchalantly, laughing when an “oh” escaped you. You didn’t know how to come back from that. Was there an offer, and could you still accept it or would it be weird now? You realized it was the former when he asked, “how do you feel about pancakes?” He smiled when you did, nodding.

“I love pancakes.”

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be still

it’s finally here!!! i expanded (maybe a bit too much) on this blurb and this is the final product. the blurb is incorporated into this version with some edits and added scenes between so even if you’ve read the blurb i wouldn’t skip over the parts you think you know because most of it is slightly different. also!! i made a playlist for this so if you’re interested in listening to it while reading you can do that. i’m really proud of this one so i hope you guys like it! please let me know ur thoughts!!

warning: smut (;

questions, comments, concerns.

masterlist

There were no words to describe just how much I hated Harry Styles. The way he dressed like an off duty model, the way he never cut his goddamn hair, the way he always got what he wanted. The way everyone practically worshipped the ground he walked on made me sick.

I had a more concrete reason for why I hated Harry, but that’s another story. Everyone thought I was just jealous of him, but I wasn’t. Why would I be? Sure, he was a great actor, but I was a great actress and we’d never really have to compete for parts. When he turned up at the theater a few years before, everyone quickly became enamored by him and the theater went from being mine to his.

But this isn’t about that. This isn’t the story of how I grew to hate Harry Styles. This is the story of how Harry Styles lit my soul on fire and made me feel something for the first time. This is the story of how Harry Styles gave me his heart even though he had absolutely no reason to.

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Title: The Taste of Envy

Summary: Bianca is a call girl and her favourite client, a possessive man named Negan requests her services for the night.

Pairing: Bianca x Negan

Warnings: Smut, possessiveness, spanking, fluff


Sitting at the bar with one leg crossed over the other, Bianca reapplied a layer of red lipstick and waited for Negan who had requested her services. Becoming a call girl was never her intention, she had plans to go to college and study law, make her parents proud and be the success story of her family. But somewhere between nineteen and twenty-one she had fallen off the tracks, got involved with women who worked through a call girl agency and realised she could make big money using her body.

Now twenty-three, the pretty redhead was just starting off in the adult business. The men she serviced were rich businessmen who had more millions than sense, some of them had crumbling marriages to wives they hated and some of them were lonely and needed someone to talk to, but this particular man who wanted to see her tonight was possessive. Negan. He wasn’t like the others. Yes, he was older and he was rich, but he was gorgeous. He was a man who could get any girl he wanted, whenever he walked into a room, heads turned and women damn near threw themselves at him like he was a pussy magnet. But he still paid to see her. It was flattering to say the least, and there was part of her that got butterflies whenever he texted her. But to work this job, the number one rule was to never get attached, and she was already failing.

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PART TWO OF THE LUKE HEMMINGS IMAGINE.
Rating:PG-13
Warning: swearing, fighting


The next day I was just a nervous mess. It was incredible that one of my works of art was going up in a gallery. It is a huge step in my life and I’m really proud of the piece.

The reveal is tomorrow and I don’t know what to expect. I don’t expect many people besides friends and family to show up. Most of them have already seen the piece.

I get a text from Luke saying everyone is over at Ashton’s again and he wants me to come over. It again makes me happy he wants to see me.

I throw on a pair of jeans and a hoodie that I got paint on a while back, keeping my hair in its messy bun.

I drive over and come in without knocking, it’s normal. I rush down the stairs, smiling awkwardly as I walk into the room.

“Oh hey!” Ashton smiles. I sigh when I see Arzaylea sitting next to Luke. I give her a quick smile when she looks up from her phone but she doesn’t seem to notice, quickly looking back down.

“Ayyy!” Luke smile, patting next to him on the side his girlfriend isn’t.

I redirect myself from the other couch I was heading too and take a seat next to Luke.

Luke gives me an awkward side hug, laying his head on my shoulder with makes my heart speed up.

I glance at Arzaylea nervously but she doesn’t seem to notice or care. I put my hand on Luke’s arm in attempt to hug him back.

I look around the room, wondering if Ashton, Michael or calum ever moved after we left yesterday because they are doing the exact same thing.

Ashton and Michael are still playing FIFA and calum is sitting on the other couch on his phone.

“How did your test go?” I ask

“Ehh. Alright I guess. Thanks for remembering.” He seems to be not just talking to me.

Arzaylea glances at him.

“I’m glad you’re here. Everyone here can’t get off their electronics for two seconds.” Luke says loudly, looking at me.

Arzaylea scoffs and clicks her phone off, putting it in her pocket.

“Happy?” She asks and he nods.

She smirks, Pouting her lips for a kiss. I look away but can see Luke his his hand and press where he kissed to her lips.

“No I want a real kiss.” She says.

I roll my eyes, not really caring if she sees. I want a real kiss too but she ends up getting one and I don’t. I can hear the smacking of their lips as they start to make out but Luke pulls away.

I try to make it seem like I wasn’t paying attention. Isee Luke glance at me from the corner of my eye.

“I call next round.” I stand to my feet, sitting on the floor next to Ashton desperate to get off that couch.

“Me too. I’ll play with you.” I hear Luke say behind me.

I don’t say anything back, “I asked you like a half hour ago if you wanted to play a round with me.” Arzaylea says.

“I didn’t want to then.” Luke replies casually.

“Okay well what about now. Why can’t I play the next round with you and she can play the next round with Michael.” She wines.

“Or you could play with Michael after we do.” Luke gestures to me.

Arzaylea shakes her head, retrieving her phone out of her pocket and clicking it on. “Never mind. I don’t even want to play anymore.” She says.

“You don’t even like playing it most of the time anyways.” Luke sounds irritated.

I know I should have just told her she can play with Luke but I didn’t want to give in. She is a girl who seems like she is very use to getting what she wants. I know it’s petty of me but Luke was my best friend years before they even met.

Finally it’s Luke and I turn. It is similar to our game, we always end up yelling at each other. More like the game I guess.

In the end I win. That’s usually what happens, yesterday was an except.

“That’s more like it.” I smile.

Luke stocks over to me, effortlessly picking me up off the ground and throwing me on the couch next to his girlfriend.

He bends his leg, putting his knee on my stomach before putting pressure on my body. I groan as he pins my arm arms above my head.

His knee is not digging into my stomach enough to hurt but just keep me in place.

Arzaylea looks annoyed as we fight next to her.

I try to knee Luke but he does a good job of dodging me.

“Lucas.” I warn, he smirks at me. “Let me go you jerk.”

I finally get an advantage and my foot pushes him slightly off me.

“Luke. She said let her go.” Arzaylea snaps. The room goes quiet and Luke looks embarrassed.

“I don’t know why you guys act like such children all the time. We are all grown adults.” She mumbles, storming out of the room for the second day in a row.

Luke let’s go of my arms and stands to his feet.

“Fuck.” He rubs his face. I stay on the couch, he just doesn’t seem happy.

I hate seeing him this way.

He walks out after her. I can hear them yelling upstairs. I hear footsteps making their way back down the stairs.

“We’re gonna go back to her place.” Luke appears back in the room.

I sit up further, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear that had fallen out of my bun.

“Um okay.” I say, looking at the tv Michael and Ashton are playing FIFA on again.

I’m annoyed at the fact that Arzaylea is stopping Luke from hanging out with his friends. Not to mention she called us children.

“I’m sorry.” Luke apologizes to all of us.

“No, I don’t know why you would want to hang with us children anyways.” I continue to stare at the tv, purposely not making eye contact with him.

“I-” Luke starts with a soft voice.

“Just go, Luke.” I say.

I can tell Ashton and calum are uncomfortable but I’m just mad.

Or jealous and don’t want to admit it.

Against my hopes Luke slowly turns around and walks up the stairs. I can hear the front door close and I look down at my hands.

I shouldn’t be mad. It is his girlfriend after all.
*
I head home shortly after that. Ashton and Calum didn’t say anything about what happened.

My house seems emptier than usual. Of course I do live by myself but I didn’t want to be alone right now.

I wanted to be with Luke.

I set turn on a movie that Luke and I always watch together.

I feel so dumb, he is with his girlfriend doing god knows what. I think I would rather not know.

While I’m just sitting here pitying myself and thinking about him.

My phone starts to ring, right away I know it’s Luke calling to apologize like he always does after we’ve had a fight.

I think of just letting him go to voicemail but I’ve already come to the conclusion I’m being ridiculous.

I answer it.

“Hello.” He says. “Are you still at Ashton’s?”

“No.” I shake my head though I’m alone in my apartment.

“Look, i’m really sorry. I shouldn’t have let Arzaylea talk about you guys like that. And I shouldn’t have left.” He says over the phone. I can tell he honestly feels bad.

We have never been able to stay mad at each other.

“No, Luke. She is your girlfriend, I get it.” I try to make him feel better.

I wish he would have stayed, I wish him and Arzaylea would break up but I’m not that lucky.

“Yeah, but you are my best friend.” He says making me smile.

That makes me so happy. “Aww you’re going to make me cry.” I say jokingly but I’m pretty serious.

I love hearing how much he cares about me because I care about him so much it hurts.

“I love you.” He says.

Every time he says that my heart jumps even though it’s something we’ve said since we were younger.

“I love you too.” I say.

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Peter!

surprise! this is a part two of my imagine peter? :) hope you enjoy!

three


“Hey, May,” you smiled, walking into the apartment after hugging her. It had been four months of you and Peter getting to know each other. Peter was scared – terrified – when he walked up to you in that café. He could remember it as if he were doing it now: his palms were sweating, he could swear up and down that everyone within ear shot could hear how rapidly his heart was pounding against his ribcage; he felt sick. He had to remind himself to take a breath with each step he took – and it was only, like, fourteen steps. But, when you looked up at him, it only got worse. When he met you as Spider-Man, that’s who was separating you two. His suit, his mask, gave him the distance he needed to talk to you. And at that moment, without it, he felt so vulnerable. Peter had fought a man with mechanical wings, a guy with a metal arm, hell, even Captain America himself – but nothing was scarier than trying to talk a pretty girl – one that actually wanted to talk to him, too.

“(Y/N)?” She furrowed her eyes at you in confusion. “What are you doing here?” Your heart started to beat fast in your chest, wanting to check your phone to see if maybe Peter had texted you and asked you to cover for him. “I thought Peter was meeting you at your place?” You nervously coughed into your fist, nodding your head.

“Uh, yeah! He did, but uh, my mom brought over her new boyfriend.” She nodded slowly, her head tilting to the side, still confused. “And, uh, I asked Peter if we could come back here! Yeah, he went to go pick up some food – snacks. I wanted to know if I could sleepover? We’re having a movie night.” You shrugged, giving her a tight-lipped smile.

“Oh,” May said, her features softening and being replaced with a smile. “Sure, you can sleepover. Just remember-!”

“Yeah, no closed doors, I get top bunk. Got it.” Your cheeks flared at the ‘rule’ May had given you guys – knowing that nothing would happen with Peter, despite how badly you wanted something to happen.

“Tell Peter to pick me up something, too, alright?” You nodded. “Want to help me in the kitchen? I’m trying to bake this cake from scratch, but I feel like this takes more than one person,” May walked over to the box on the counter, shaking her head at the directions, “don’t you think?” She nodded you over to her and you were happy to distract May for as long as Peter needed – and for the conversation topic to be directed toward something other than yours and Peter’s non-existent relationship. You took out your phone and typed out a quick message, ‘told may u stopped to get us food, pick her up something too’.


Peter groaned as his body hit the ground, after having been slammed against the side of a car. “Give me a break,” he got up slowly, feeling a bit sluggish. He groaned again when he was pressed against a wall, his feet being lifted off the ground.

“Come on, Spider-Man. Is that all you got?”

“Nope,” Peter popped the ‘p’, “I just didn’t want to embarrass you in front of your girlfriend.” He nodded toward the woman sitting in the driver’s seat, who he guessed was the getaway driver, her face masked with the same kind her partner was wearing. “But,” Peter continued, “I’ve gotta get home before dinner, so we’re gonna have to cut the fun short.” His left hand came up to remove the ski mask while his right hand came up, bringing his fingers in to hit the trigger to his web shooter, a web shooting out toward the thief’s eyes. Once his feet hit the ground, he crouched and swung his leg out, knocking him over. He shot another web to secure the guy’s hands down to the cement.

He turned around, hearing the car’s ignition turn on. “I don’t think so,” he mumbled, shooting a web through the open window and taking out the keys, then webbing the driver’s hands to the steering wheel. He then walked up to the back of the car and picked it up, dragging it toward the wall. He attached a web from the wall to the trunk, hearing police sirens in the distance. He let out a sigh of content. “This was nice, but I’m late. Have a nice night.” He tilted his head toward the two, ignoring their swears at him as he swung his way back to his apartment.

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1.
I drink the sweat that drips off my face as I finish a long day of ruling your world.
You never complain.
2.
You only look at my stack of yellowing notebooks with greedy eyes and thirsty fingers. You want to rip the pages out and stuff them down your throat. You want me burning red hot under your fingers; you wanna consume my love whole (“Ya’ know, really get a taste of the artist”.)
3.
My friends say I got a thing for boys who lay down on train tracks and bet God their lunch money that they’ll survive another day. They hang their heads in shame when I refuse to see the problem with that.
(They pick my body off of the ground and carefully use their eyebrow tweezers to take out the shrapnel that his words left in my body.)
4.
I got knives with my name on ‘em. I got a pistol for a mouth. My body is weapon, babe, I can defend myself.
5.
But, God, those scares on your arms are hot. And the way your knuckles graze my face so lovingly yet destroy so mercilessly shouldn’t turn me on as much as it does but…“Wow, when did this room get so hot?”
6.
My temperature is 103.5 and I swear it’s my body trying to get him out of my system; I swear I can go to school; I swear I can keep going, don’t make me stop, don’t make me rest; if I rest I’ll have thoughts that will fill my brain that not even the strongest of antibiotics could treat.
7.
Please don’t go, please, please, please, please, my dad will kill you but who cares? We’ll all die someday, let your last breath be captured between my lips as your hands slide up my hips and our eyes lock and our voices falter and the angels sing and the sunset shifts to sunrise and the first time becomes a promise of the next…and the next…and the next…
8.
This ain’t a love poem.
9.
I’M SUCH A LOSER; YOU’RE NOT EVEN REAL.

10. could you be?

—  DREAM BOY // k.m.
imagine #10

character - Newt

words - 876

warnings - slightly sexual content

description - You and Newt don’t see each other much in the Glade because of your jobs, so you make up for lost time.

a/n - requested by @coconcovers ; hope it’s what you wanted!

Originally posted by sirisaacnewtmas

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Don’t Worry, I’ve Got You

A/N: I loved writing this and I WANT to write more because I kind of left it on a cliffhanger and stuff? I guess. Anyways! Hope you like it!

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED!!


Request/Prompt: Prompt 13 from This List requested by Anon!

Summary: Tim finally finds you after you suddenly disappear 

Relationship: Tim Drake x Reader

Warning(s): not that I know of

Word Count: 200+ (oh lord this is SHORT)

Note: XX

Tags: @solis200213 @colormemeow @wynterrobin@crazyfangirl1810 @just-a-girl-maybe (I think thats it? if i forgot to tag you I’m sorry!!)



You were pressed against the corner of the room, knees against your chest with your hands gripping your hair as you block out any sounds that came around the room. Your mind was foggy and your body felt completely numb, your eyes hurt from crying so much and your throat felt scratchy. You didn’t know what to think, frankly you couldn’t think at all with a constant fear washing over you every second that passed by.


You quickly cover your mouth as you begin to sob again, forcing yourself to keep quiet as you hoped someone would realize your disappearance. Whether it was your boyfriend Tim or his brothers, all you wished was to be safe, be home, be with someone.


You didn’t notice someone slam open the door and call out your name, you didn’t flinch as this person ran up to you and kneeled down beside you. You did flinch when they gently grabbed your arm in attempt to wake you back to reality.


“Don’t hurt me!” You yelled out, smacking the person’s hand off you as you choked out a sob at the moment you realize who it was. He was slow while wrapping his arms around you, not wanting to frighten you more.


“Tim… Everything hurts…” You quietly mumble as Tim slowly picked you up from the cold ground, pressing a soft kiss against your temple.


Don’t worry, I’ve got you…

What A Feeling #10 - Baby, I Love You

Originally posted by harrysimpact

#9

*October 2017

“Explain to me why we’re doing this again?” You breathed out as you ran behind him. 

Harry laughed. “Because it’s a beautiful day in London for a run,” he said. 

“Yeah, well I would have much rather got our cardio in bed this morning,” you groaned. “I despise running.” 

“But you workout all the time,” he laughed. “Besides, we get plenty of cardio in bed, so we gotta change it up bit. 

“Does that have to include running?” you laughed. “When you got boobs, it can be a little painful,” you joked. 

Harry started to slow down and laughed looking over at you. “I’m fine with walking for a bit,” he said. 

“I’m not,” you smirked. “Carry me,” you said putting your hands on his shoulders. 

He rolled his eyes as he leaned down for you to jump on his back. He put his hands under your thighs and carried you as you walked through the park in London. 

“Who needs an Uber, when I got a boyfriend,” you smirked. 

“Ha, ha,” he groaned. 

You laughed and kissed his cheek causing him to smile. 

Ever since you had let it slip that you loved him, your relationship had changed. You two felt closer and found yourselves being extra flirty with one another at times. You had been in London for only a few days and you were loving it. It was nice to be able to get away from your busy schedule and the life in LA. Plus, you were spending time with your boyfriend, which was amazing in itself. 

Before heading back to his house, you two stopped to grab some smoothies. You were waiting in line and Harry had his arm around your shoulder. He kissed your head and you smiled. 

“Do you have any other plans for us today?” you asked. 

He shrugged. “Not really.” 

You nodded and went up to place your order. Before you could get your cash out, Harry smirked and handed the cashier some cash. You rolled your eyes with a laugh and stepped to the side as you waited. Once you got your smoothies, you both headed out the door. 

“Oh my god!” You heard someone say. 

You looked around and saw a group of girls freaking out. 

“Hi, are you okay?” You smiled. 

“Hi,” they said. “Can we get a picture with you and Harry?” 

You looked over at Harry and he smiled. “Sure,” he said. 

“Oh my god,” they said. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” 

“You’re welcome,” you giggled. 

All of you stood together and took a few pictures and one of the girls looked over at you. 

“I know this might be like super personal, but uh, is it really true that you two are together?” She asked. 

“I uh, yeah, we are,” you answered. 

Harry smiled taking your hand. “It was wonderful to meet you all, but we have to get going. Have a good day.”

You waved bye to them and went on your way. “Well, I’m sure we’re going to be all over social media soon,” you laughed. 

“Oh, I’m sure we already are,” he laughed. 

“Are you okay with me telling them we were together?” You asked taking a sip of your smoothie. 

“Yeah,” he nodded. “I mean everyone pretty much thinks we are anyway and it’s not like we’re hiding our relationship.” 

You smiled leaning up to kiss him. “I love you.” 

“I love you too,” he smiled against your lips. 

**

Later that night, you two found yourself spending some time on the couch after dinner. A movie was playing in the background while Harry had his head in your lap while you ran your fingers through his hair.

“I’m really glad you’re here,” he whispered. 

“Me too,” you smiled. “I’m glad I was able to come.” 

“It’s going to suck when you have to leave,” he said. 

“Yeah, it is,” you sighed. “But that’s not for almost another week, so let’s not worry about that yet.” 

He nodded and looked up at you. “You’re so beautiful, you know that?” 

“Oh yes, my hair’s a mess, and zero makeup on,” you laughed. “I’m gorgeous,” you joked. 

“You are though,” he smiled. “Besides, you don’t need makeup to cover,” he smirked. 

“You did not just say that,” you giggled. 

“Oh, but I did,” he smirked. 

You laughed poking his nose. 

“Hey, what’s that for?” He laughed. 

“Nothing,” you smirked. 

“Really?” He smirked sitting up. 

“Yep,” you nodded getting up from the couch. 

“Hey, where are you going?” He groaned. 

“I’m going to make some cookies,” you said. 

“But we’re watching a movie,” he whined. 

“And?” you laughed. “We stopped watching the movie awhile ago.” 

He groaned getting up from the couch and following you into the kitchen. 

“To be honest, I’m surprised you actually have everything to make cookies from scratch in your house,” you said getting the things you needed out and placing them on the counter. 

“Well, I used to be a baker,” he said. 

“Don’t we all know it,” you mumbled. 

“Hey!” He laughed. 

“What?” You said innocently. 

He rolled his eyes at you before going over to where you were. 

“So, how do you know how to make these without a recipe?” He asked. 

“My Mom,” you said. “We used to make these cookies when I was little and then when we were back home after a tour, we’d make these. Every single time, in fact now, none of us feel like we’re truly at home until we have these cookies,” you laughed. 

“It’s weird isn’t it?” He said. “That just the most random and littlest things can remind us of home or it’s something that we miss the most.” 

“Yeah, I didn’t realize I much I loved walking around my neighbor at home until I couldn’t do it every day,” you said. 

“That’s why I love going back to my Mum’s house,” he smiled. 

You smiled and started mixing the dough. You put the cookies on a cookie sheet and placed it in the oven. While your back was turned, Harry grabbed the flour and as soon as you turned back around he threw it at you. You gasped and glared at him. 

“What the fuck are you doing?” you laughed. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he smirked. 

“Oh, really?” you said grabbing some flour for your self. 

“Shit,” he said ducking around and running out of the kitchen.

 You smirked grabbing the bag of flour and chasing around him. 

“How’s this fair? I don’t have anything to defend myself!” He laughed running out the door to the backyard. 

“You should have thought about that,” you laughed throwing flour at him. 

He playfully glared at you and ran after you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and picked you up. You smirked and poured the rest of the flour on his head. 

“You fucking little shit!” He laughed. 

“But I’m you’re fucking little shit,” you said innocently. “And you love me.” 

“Yeah, I do,” he smiled back at you. 

“See,” you smiled kissing his cheek. “And I love you, in case you were wondering.” 

He laughed. “Glad you put my mind at ease.” 

“Always,” you said. 

He smiled and you both went inside just as the timer went off.

“Oooh! Cookies are done!” You said jumping off his back and going over to the oven. 

You put on the oven mitts and took out the cookie sheet. “Perfect!” you smirked. 

“Those smell amazing,” he said shaking flour out of his hair into the trash can.

“You’ re getting flour everywhere,” you said looking over at him. 

“Only because of you,” he pointed out. 

“You’re the one who started it though, so,” you shrugged. 

“Okay, enough of this,” he said walking over and picking you up. 

“Hey! Now, what are you doing?” You laughed. 

“I need to shower to get all of this shit off of me and you’re joining me,” he smirked. 

“I am?” You said raising your eyebrow. 

“Yep,” he nodded. 

You laughed as he took you into the bathroom. He turned on the water and sat you down on to the ground. He smirked and took off his clothes and waited for you to do the same. 

“Hmm… I don’t know. I don’t want to take a shower,” you said. 

“Y/N,” he whined tugging on your shirt. 

“Oh, fine,” you laughed taking off your shirt. “I was just joking. You’re so fucking needy.” 

“Only for you,” he smirked practically pulling you into the shower. 

You laughed when he pushed you gently up against the shower wall. His hands were on your hips and leaned down to press his lips against yours. You smiled into the kiss and wrapped your arms around him. He deepened the kiss and you giggled. 

“What?” He mumbled. 

“I thought we were taking a shower,” you said. 

“We are,” he smirked. “But who said we can’t have a little fun as well.” 

**

After your “shower”, you and Harry went back to the kitchen and grabbed some cookies. Harry took a bite and he smiled. 

“Damn,” he said. “These are amazing.” 

“Thank you, thank you,” you smirked. 

He laughed and you both walked back into the living room. You laid on top of Harry and he wrapped his arms around you. You smiled putting your forehead against his. He smiled and pecked your lips causing you to giggle. 

“When I’m done with the tour, I want us to go away together,” he whispered. 

“Me too,” you smiled. “I totally would be okay with us getting away for like a month. No distractions. No work, nothing, just us.” 

“Sounds perfect,” he whispered. “I really love you, baby.” 

“I know,” you smiled. “And I really love you too.” 

“So, I have something to talk to you about,” he said. 

“What’s that?” You asked. 

“Well, my Mum is coming down in a few days to visit with Gemma and Me, so I was thinking that maybe you could meet my sister,” he said. 

“Really?” You asked.

“Yeah,” he nodded. “I mean you already met Mum and she loves you, sometimes I think more than me,”  he laughed. “So, I figured it’s time to meet Gemma.”

“Oh yeah, I’d love to meet her and see your Mom again,” you smiled. “And don’t be jealous, I’m sure she only loves me a smidge more,” you joked.

He pouted. “That’s not very nice.”

“You’re still her little baby,” you giggled. “Which you were really adorable by the way.”

“Let me guess, more baby pictures of me?” He groaned

“Yep,” you giggled. “To be honest, that’s usually what Anne and I are talking about. She’ll send me some of your baby or teenage years photos and we’ll talk about them.” 

“Oh my god,” he whined covering his face in pure embarrassment. “I’m surprised you’re still with me.” 

“Yeah, you were a bit odd growing up,” you joked. 

“Heeey!” He laughed. 

“But you were still cute! In like an adorable kind of way,” you said. 

“And what would you say I am now?” He smirked. 

“Hmm,” you smirked. “Good question. Well, I think you’re still cute, but in a very, very sexy way,” you smirked leaning over towards him.

He smirked pulling you onto his lap. “Great answer,” he whispered before pressing his lips to yours and carrying you to the bedroom

Peter Parker Imagine

Requested: Anonymous

Imagine: Hey! I was wondering if you do one shots based off songs? If so, could you maybe do one for Peter Parker based off Wasted by MKTO? If not, that’s fine. I love your work!💗

A/N: love you too nonny || and yes, I do imagines/one-shots based off songs. and i’ve never heard this song (but i love mkto) but when you showed up in my ask box i listened to it, and i’m legit addicted to this song now. so thank you nonny lol, i found a new song that’s on repeat :) || Feel free to listen to this song and read :D

Warning: None


You saw as Peter was falling asleep, his back was faced towards you. You really felt like Peter was something different. He had an actual connection with you, he had lots of things in common with you. He was sweet, gentle, practically everything you were looking for, was what Peter was. But before you jumped to conclusions, you just shook it off and denied it. 

You’ve never really thought that you can be in a positive relationship with anybody. You constantly move on, guy to guy, you’ve got serious commitment issues. And it’s hard for you to know who you really want. You slipped out of the bed, trying not to wake Peter up. You started to silently pick up your clothes off of the ground, putting them back onto your body. 

After you finished getting fully clothed, you looked at Peter who looked fast asleep. You sighed and started heading towards the closed door. You open it up, making the door creak loudly. You closed your eyes, hoping you didn’t awaken Peter.

‘‘Where are you gong Y/N?’‘ you hear peter groan, making you turn around.

‘‘I’m just.. Getting some water, that’s all. I’m thirsty.’‘ you smile nervously.

‘‘You need me to show you where it is?’‘ peter asks.

‘‘Um, I’m good. I can find my way.’‘ you smile, turning back to the door.

You stepped one foot out the door before Peter said those three words that made you weak.

‘‘I love you Y/N.’‘ peter says.

You turn around and look at him, the innocence in his eyes were killing you. He smiled at you and you smiled back. Nobodies ever said I love you to you, it’s usually just you do what you do. And you leave, no words to be said. But the fact that Peter said those words, made your decision to leave, a lot harder.

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“A well known speaker started off his seminar by holding up a $20 bill. In the room of 200, he asked. “Who would like this $20 bill?”


Hands started going up. He said, “I am going to give this $20 to one of you - but first, let me do this.” 

He proceeded to crumple the 20 dollar note up. He then asked. “Who still wants it?” Still the hands were up in the air.

“Well,” he replied, “what if I do this?” He dropped it on the ground and started to grind it into the floor with his shoe. He picked it up, now crumpled and dirty. “Now, who still wants it?”

Still the hands went into the air.

“My friends, you have all learned a very valuable lesson. No matter what I did to the money, you still wanted it because it did not decrease in value. It was still worth $20. Many times in our lives, we are dropped, crumpled, and ground into the dirt by the decisions we make and the circumstances that come our way. We feel as though we are worthless; but no matter what happened or what will happen, you will never lose your value. 

Dirty or clean, crumpled or finely creased, you are still priceless to those who love you. The worth of our lives comes, not in what we do or who we know, but by …WHO WE ARE.

You are special - don’t ever forget it.”

The family’s girl (Batfam x reader) Part 2

46+ LITTLE WINGS NOW!! I’m so happy. Thank you all!

I hope you like it!

(promps open)

Part1 Part2 (you are here!)  Part3  Part4  Part5 Part6  Part7  Part8


“Well? Are you going to explain yourself? Or do I have to kick you out of my window?”

“SORRY!! I-I just came to your room, and ,and  you looked so warm and comfy! I couldn’t help myself.” Nightwing said. “Pls don’t kill me”

“You’re lucky I am happy today, so get out now before I change my mind.”

Nightwing, in all his risky nature, kissed your cheek and ran away thought your windows.

Your eyes followed his moves until his figure was not visible.

“…”

You sighed and went to get dressed, you put on a cute skirt and a blouse, no makeup and you brushed your teeth and hair.

You went to your neighbor’s door, you decided to ask him to breakfast as a thank you.

Tock Tock Tock

“Dick? Are you home?”

CLASH

CLOCK

CRASH

“DICK? ARE YOU ALRIGHT THERE?”

“YEAH, JU-JUST ONE MINUTE! I’M NOT DECENT”

Five minutes after, Dick opened the door and leaned in the door frame.

“Hey…” He said with a confident smirk.

You broke in laugh attack.

“OHGOD-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”

Dick looked at you as if you were crazy, then he looked in the hall mirror and saw that indeed

He had his superman boxers over his pants.

Wow Dick, if you want a girl seeing you in boxers you could be smother.

He blushed in all the shades of crimson and ran to his room to change meanwhile you were laughing your ass of.

“I’m ready. What did you want, (n/n)?” He said, coming out of his room, now dressed right.

“I just thought, dunno, if you wanted to have breakfast with me, my treat! As a thank you for your help.”

Dick’s eyes shined

“YES. Let’s go! I know the perfect coffee shop.”

////*\

You decide for a hot chocolate and a croissant and Dick decided to have a coffee and a croissant.

“Wow, you don’t know how thankful I am right now. The only thing I have in my pantry is cereal.”

“Heh, thank YOU for your help.”

“So, (y/n), why are you so happy today? Got a date or something?”

“How do you know that?”

“…I’m a fortune teller…??”

“What? But yeah, I got a date with my friend who lives in Gotham. It’s been years since last I saw him”

“He’s more than a friend?”

“What? NO! We’re just friends”

“Then, I still got a chance?” He winked.

You  blushed but sipped your chocolate with a smile.

////*\

Tim Drake normally was a sleep deprived teen with too many preoccupations and didn’t think of going out with anyone. But he got kissed a lot.

So he must be attractive, no?

If so, he could win the heart of his long love interest in secret.

AKA (y/n) (l/n).

Alfred was surprised to see young Tim Drake, dressed prettily, without bags under his eyes, fresh as a rose.

It was a good surprise.

“Master Tim, what got this change in you today?”

“I got a date, Alfred! Tonight!”

“I’m surprised there is a girl so foolish that she would agree going out with you.” Damian said.

“You little- you know what? I’m too happy to fight you today.”

Bruce Wayne who was just reading the newspaper raised his eyes and looked at his middle child, eyebrows raised.

“I hope you will bring her home soon, if she is the same girl you’ve been talking about for years.”

“I-I don’t know when to bring her, for all the family to be present…” Tim said, but what he really wanted to say was:

“I don’t want to bring her home, all of you will scare her off.”

“Tomorrow would be a good day, Alfred was going to make your favorite for dinner. I’m also very curious of what makes this girl so special than she got you to sleep 8 hours.”

“heh, I-I don’t know if she will be able to atted…”

“You coward, you don’t want to bring her home? Are you scared I will take her away from you?”

“PFFFT. AS IF YOU COULD WIN OVER A GIRL LIKE (Y/N)!”

“Oh, so her name is (Y/n)…hmm (y/n) Wayne it sounds better than (y/n) Drake.”

“YOU-“

“Stop it. Tim you know Damian is just messing with you.”

“I now, but-“

“Sorry, to interrupt you master Tim, but at what time you promised Miss (Y/N) you would pick her up?”

“At 7”

“…” Bruce looked at his son. “Tim, you know it’s 6:50, right?”

“WHAT? OH MU GOD, OH MY GOD, IM GONNA BE LATEEE”

Damian laughed at Tim’s distress until his father glared at him.

“I got the car ready, master Tim. Ready to go when you are.”

“THANK GOD ALFRED. LET’S GO NOW!”

/////*\

Tim was late and you were freezing.

Great day to pick a short skirt and a blouse.

“Where are you Tim?”

“Prince charming forgot about his Cinderella?”

You turned around and found Nightwing, hanging from a lamp post.

“You again…What do you want now?”

“Oh, nothing, just keep company to this really beautiful girl who helped me out last night. And if her date let’s her hanging, treat her to dinner.”

He jumps to the ground and smirks, flipping his hair fabulously.

“I don’t need your company, Tim is almost there I know it.”

“Well, why don’t we go-“

Suddenly a limo came up and Tim got off of it, running to you, his jacket in hand.

“I’m so so sorry, (y/n). My stupid little brother made me late.” He said as he put his jacket around you. You smiled at Tim and kissed his check.

“Don’t worry, I’m just happy you are here.”

“What’s Nightwing doing here?” Tim glared at his brother, jealous.

“Oh, he-“

“I was just keeping her company, and was almost going to take her to have dinner, seeing as you keep her waiting in the cold unforgiving night of Blüdhaven.” He glared back.

“Well, I’m here. So you can scram off.” Tim said snarkily.

Wow, Tim so OOC.

“Yeah, I’m going I have to find my colleague Red Robin, I have to talk to him about a …problem.” Nightwing said. “Have a wonderful night (Y/N) “ He kissed your cheek to Timmy’s displeasure, who grabbed your hip and dragged you to the car.

You entered the car and Tim sat next to you, meanwhile the car pulled off Tim and Dick’s glare contest was still going on.

////*\

“I’m so sorry (y/n)”

“Don’t worry, Timmy. Now shush and enjoy the movie.”

“Okay”

In the climax of the movie, Tim pulled off the oldest trick in the book as he stretched and pulled his arm around you.

You smiled at his smooth move and leaned your head on his shoulder. He blushed but a silly smile was on his face for all the rest of the movie.

////*\

“Did you like the movie?”

“Yeah, I did. It was better than some of the other prequels.”

“Agreed.”

“ Now what?” You asked. Tim smiled charmingly.

“Now he go to have dinner.”

After a short drive, the car pulled off on this really fancy Italian restaurant.

“Timmy! This is too fancy for me!”

“Nothing is too much for you. You deserve the best”

You smiled at Tim bashfully.

He was a real charmer.

Well, he is a Wayne.

“I had a reservation.”

“Name?”

“ Tim Drake-Wayne”

“OH. Mr. Drake, come in please! Over here, we have the best table for you and your date. Right this way.”

She looked nervous.

Huh, why? You thought.

Tim waited for you to sit and then brought the chair closer to the table chivalrously. Then he sat down himself. A waiter came up with the menus and after a short period of time your food was already served.

“So… How do you like Gotham?”

“It’s gloomy and dark…”

“Oh”

“I like it.”

“Really?!”

“Aha”

Tim smiled and his ears turned red.

“I missed you, (n/n), a lot”

“I missed you too, Timmy”

“…Do you still want to meet my family? We’re really dysfunctional and probably, my brothers won’t be here and-and”

You put your hand over his, shutting him up.

“Yes Tim, I would love to meet your family.”

“…”

“Tomorrow at 9?”

“Okay.”

“Wait, tomorrow?!”

“If you can’t we could-“

“NO-no It’s okay, I just have to go shopping for something…fancier.”

“No (n/n), you are beautiful dressed in a dress as you are in your gym clothes. You don’t need more fancy clothes, I’m sure my family will love you as you are just like I love you-“

“What?!”

“Love you-R CLOTHES, THEYRE BEATIFUL, NOT THAT I LOVE YOU OR ANYTHING, HAHAHA, THAT WOULD BE CREEPY. HAHAHA Sorry, I’m just nervous.”

“Don’t worry, I’m nervous too. And I think your clothes are beautiful” Your face and a tomato were the same in this moment.

////*\

After a wonderful diner and a walk in Gotham Park in the chilly night of Gotham with the city light as your stars, Tim took you back to Blüdhaven and walked you up until your door.

After a few moments of tension, Tim gained the courage to try and kiss you.

As his lips were about to touch yours, the door in front of yours opened and Dick come out of his home.

He wasn’t spying you two through the peephole.

Nope.

“Timmy? Little brother what are you doing here?! Came over to see you favorite big brother?”

Tim blushed and turned to Dick who was smiling broadly while Tim glared.

Awkward.

To be continued…

neil + disorder (part2)

Neil liked routines and he disliked pressure.

It was horribly ironic that he lived so long constantly drifting from one place to the next, and decided to play college Exy.

Eating had been his control. Every week on the start of the Monday, Kevin would drag him into the bathroom to stand on the metal scale. He was always in his bare feet, always before Andrew had even woken from whatever coma state he was in. At first he had been amused and then somehow everything became a spiral that began with that awful scale. The cold metal, the numbers rotating. Kevin’s blank stare as he judged the results.

He had made Neil a meal plan, when he decided Neil should be lighter. Kale smoothies for breakfast, granola bar for dinner. Kevin ate more substantially but he was able to risk it, he always said. Neil was the one who might be weak.

Andrew had disrupted his entire system.

Months had gone by in between Exy seasons and he had gotten by with cooking food just to dispose of it, leaving messy dishes as evidences. Lunch was always just a coffee sharp black, so black it burnt bitter against the back of his throat. Moments avoiding Andrew’s knowing touch.

Neil had understood that if Andrew had ever gotten his hands on his body, he would know.

Allison had caught on somewhere down the lines when he had stood up just to sit down hard, dizzy and vision white. That was when Andrew looked him up and down and suddenly Neil was no longer moving towards his goal, he was drifting away.

Mornings became sliced fruit and oatmeal, each bite harder to consume than the last. He would find solace in his mathematics and language classes, relieved to be one step further away from the cafeteria or Andrew’s awareness. In the hallways he moved like he had when he was on the run, lurking in the shadows and trying to fend off dizziness.

He didn’t want to avoid Andrew, he just wanted to avoid the shame.

Days slipped by in awkward transition, with Andrew patiently outwaiting him every time and Neil forcing his body to increase in size. Andrew had been to silent for too long though, and Neil too anxious to contain the keg powder that was about the explode between them.

They had been seated on the couch in their living room of the dorm, Monday morning with bright sun shining through dark curtains somehow. Andrew was content with his coffee, slowly inching his way to a state of alertness while Neil fidgeted with his sleeves, waiting.

Kevin came, snapping at Neil to stop stalling and follow him. He could already feel the coldness of the scale, the grimness of his failure. Neil stood up but flinched the moment Kevin looked at him. “I’m fine,” Neil told him, trying to will his legs to move.

Andrew looked present now, looking up at Kevin who was leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom. “Why can’t you figure out how to work a shower by yourself?” He asked, eyebrows quirking and rage settling across his face. He had known the moment he looked at the meal plan and understood what it meant to Neil. He was livid, waiting for the time to drag Kevin a couple thousand yards back to Edgar Allan.

“Neil needs to check himself.”

Neil went to follow Kevin but suddenly Andrew was in front of him, blocking the way without even touching him. He blinked at the suddenness and understood. “It’s fine, Andrew.”

“You keep saying that word but do you even understand what it means?” Andrew shot back at him before directing his focus at Kevin. “I’m done with you. You fucking even look near him, I’ll kill you.”

“I can look after myself,” Neil spat out like broken glass. “I’m fine.”

Kevin looked vaguely horrified at the two, with one dangerously close to breaking and the other close to murder.

“I look away for a minute and you’re figuring out the next way to fuck yourself over.”

“If it bothers you so much then don’t bother. I was figuring things out.”

Andrew whirled around and suddenly Neil had aa face full on the pale boy with eyes bright and lips thin. “I watched you enough. How long did you think you would go before you dropped dead from starving yourself?”

His throat felt dry and lungs empty of air. “I was,” he paused, words shivering. “going to stop when it was enough.”

“Oh, there was a finish line?”

“Once I was good enough,” Neil snarled back, his pain cracking against Andrew’s anger. “Once I wasn’t like this.” Heavy, large, obvious. He wanted to be smaller and sharper, like a switchblade ready. He could see every flaw, like the softness in his arms and the way his legs didn’t move fast enough.

He wanted to run.

Andrew had hidden his running shoes to keep him from sneaking out at night and running laps until sunset bled into sunrise. It didn’t matter. He ran barefoot, lurching down the halls and nearly tumbling down stairwells. Andrew was following him, feet loud and breathing livid. Neil didn’t dare stop until he had flung himself out into the parking lot, falling down onto one knee and feeling the world spin.

He scrambled to get up, trying to find the finish line in sight. Blood dripped down his knee and suddenly his feet were aching from gravel.

He stopped when his vision went white, dangerously close to the campus road where cars flew by at high speeds. Neil couldn’t breathe anymore, with his heart a war drum of failure persistent and constant.

“I thought you were done running,” Andrew said a few feet back, face stone like.

“I can’t stop,” he whispered back.

There was a murmur of yes and no, a brief nod and a hand fastening against the back of his neck. “Eating disorders increase the probability of a heart attack.” Andrew told him as he took in the bloody knee and scraped hands. “That’s why you’re looking like shit right now.”

“Don’t look at me.” Neil said very quietly. A car flew by and he blinked, watching it vanish.

“Why?” Andrew asked and Neil shrugged, looking down the street and stiffening, ready to move and figure out the next route to take to get away. Andrew was fast but only so much, and Neil was faster. Suddenly a hand took his wrist and held tight. “Use your words, rabbit.”

“I feel,” he broke off, feeling smaller than he had ever felt. “Like you’re ashamed of me. Like I’m nothing now.”

There was a silence for a long time and Neil looked hard at the ground. The hand on his wrist never let go and he wanted to figure out an escape.

“You’re not nothing,” Andrew eventually said. “I don’t give keys to nothing.”


ayyyyeeeee I’m thinking like 5 or 6 parts all together? also i swear it is gonna pick up probably who knows?

@rovinsyk @queen-of-the-foxholecourt bless <3 


part one: http://anactualfairyqueen.tumblr.com/post/160174331256/andrew-had-noticed-at-first-the-lack-of-appetite