you will finally realize nate has always been looking at you that way and he will always be looking at you that way

“You deserve so much better than..him” - Sam Drake x Reader

Well, thought I’d try my hand at a new fandom…namely : Uncharted. If you guys want more of it just send in your requests ^^. Anyway, I hope you’ll like this “new adventure” huh : 

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It was a warm and sunny day, and everything was just fine. 

You were in a giddy good mood, and waiting here, on this comfortable forrest ground, for Sam’s signal. 

Looking out in the wild, trying to spot your boyfriend’s message, with Nadine and Chloe right beside you, was exactly what you wanted to do right at this moment, on your birthday…

Yeah. No. 

It was raining like cats and dogs. You were hiding ou in a cave but by the time you ran in there when it first started to rain, you were already soaked and it was too damn cold and humid for you to dry. Oh you hated the feeling of the fabric of your clothes sticking to your skin, freezing you to the bones. 

Sam was taking ages to signal you to join him and you were starting to get extremely worried and Nadine ? Oh man, Nadine. 

You could feel her intense eyes burning a hole in your back, as she was seated behind you, against the wall, staring at you while you were scanning your surrounding in hope to see any signs from Sam. 

You had absolutely no idea why she kept just staring like that, making you uncomfortable, but ever since the night before, she hasn’t been very discreet about it. You tried to talk about it, but it always resulting in her looking away and totally ignoring you, making an almost silent “tt”, and you didn’t understand it ! 

So far, you and her were getting along so well ! 

Few months back, a certain Chloe Frazer, one of Nate’s old friend, came to you and Sam to ask for your help. 

Long story short, after multiple perilous adventures, you guys found the precious Tusk of Ganesh, and this all story helped you and Nadine become genuine friends so…Why was she totally blowing you off right now ? And staring at you as if you were crazy ? 

And goddammit why was Sam not signaling you ! 

Worst. Birthday. Ever. 

And as water was falling across your face, and  everywhere really, making you shivering, you snapped. 

Enough was enough. 

You startled Chloe who was standing next to you as you turned around aggressively and, with a voice full of frustration asked Nadine : 

-Ok what’s the deal ? 

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Rejected (A Nate Maloley Imagine)

A/N: Thanks for the request!

“Can you write one with Nate where y/n and him meet at a party and she ignores his advances on her bc Derek is her best friend and since Nate and Derek had a fall out she doesn’t want to give him a chance. Then Nate realizes why she won’t give him any attention?”

Originally posted by sierralahoma

“Y/n you ready to go?!” a deep voice boomed from downstairs.

“Yes I just have to put on shoes!” I shout back.

The impatient voice summoning me was my best friend Derek. We were heading out to one of his friend’s house parties, and was always impatient when it came to me getting ready. A girl has to look good, he’ll understand.

I make my way downstairs making sure I didn’t forget anything. Derek was leaning against the wall, messing on his phone to kill the time.

“Finally,” he says annoyed, but not turning to look at me. He finally puts his phone away and acknowledges my presence.

“Damn” he said, eyes wide.

“Too much?” I ask concerned, pulling at my tight black dress.

“Never,” he grins, shooting me a wink.

I have been best friends with Derek for as long as I can remember. We met in school, and something between us just clicked. As his music career started taking off, he never forgot me and included me in pretty much every aspect of his life. Thanks to him I feel like I have a life.

We made our way into the prearranged Uber, because certainly no one was driving tonight.

“Who’s party is this again?” I ask in the car, looking out the window at the flickering street lamps.

“My new collaborator, I kind of have to do this to help the image” he replies.

“Oh okay,” I answer, finding it strange.

Before I could ask any further questions, we found ourselves being pushed into a swarm of people at a very packed house party.

“I’m gonna grab us some drinks” Derek shouted, making his way to what I assumed was the kitchen.

I leaned against the wall near to where the DJ was set up. I always liked to be by the music, it was the center of the party.

“Hey lil mama, you are gorgeous you know that?” a smooth voice sounded above the music.

I turn to see one of the hottest guys I’ve ever seen. Dark hair, dimples, tattoos. I was instantly flustered.

“H-hi” I stammer, his smile showing that he found my shyness cute.

“What’s your name gorgeous?” he questioned.

“Y/n” I reply, twirling my hair out of nerves.

“Beautiful name for a beautiful girl” he charms. I swear if he calls me beautiful one more time I’m going to combust.

“Don’t I get to know your name?” I quip, finding my voice in this conversation.

“Oh!” he laughs, realizing he forgot that part.

“Nate. Nate Maloley” he smiles, standing a little closer.

You have got to be kidding me.

Nate Maloley? The one name that I was hoping wouldn’t come out of his mouth. 

I had nothing against this guy, but Derek sure did. I used to have to hear Derek complain and rant about him constantly. They used to work in the studio together but had a major falling out, and I was there to mop up the blood.

If there was one name forbidden around Derek, it was Nate. And of course, Nate has to be the one to chat me up.

“I have to go,” I say more curtly than I intended.

“What? Why?” Nate looks puzzled, grabbing my arm to get a response.

“I just have to use the restroom” I lie, feeling myself able to leave.

He looked confused, but obliged.

The rest of the night was spent dodging Nate, but it seemed like everywhere I was, he was. He was looking for me, I must have definitely caught his fancy. I was flattered. Why did he have to be Derek’s ex best friend?

I was in the kitchen getting a drink when I felt a strong arm slide around my waist.

“Hey wanna go for a walk?“ He asked. "I can’t my friend will be looking for me,” I lied. Another lie, when would it stop. “Hey, you’ve been blowing me off all night. Was it something I said?” He asked annoyed but also concerned. “No, it’s not you, it’s…..complicated” I sigh. “Y/n, there you are!” A voice boomed entering the kitchen. It was Derek. His eyes fell on Nate and instantly I saw a flash of red before him. He immediately grabbed my hand to lead me away. “The friend.” Nate said curtly, piecing together why I was avoiding him. “Derek you’re being ridiculous” I say, angrily. “No I’m not, I told you I hate him why would you do this?” He asked frustrated. “He seems nice and he’s never done anything to me, I want to give him a chance. If you’re really my best friend you’d want me to be happy and support me” I caution. He looked conflicted but finally agreed. “I’m not happy about this, but I love you so I’ll let you go. But if he hurts you,” he began to say before I cut him off. “Don’t worry I can take care of myself” I say giving him a peck on the cheek. I walked back through the party towards the music when I recognized the tattoos. “Nate!” I shout. He spun around and dimples began to form with his smile. “Hey! I didn’t think I’d see you again” he smirked. “Shut up. How about that walk?” I retort.

Part 4. This was not the plan

Author’s Note: I apologize for taking my time once again. Summer break is finally here but I will be out of town for three weeks. I will try to post part five through my trip but I’m not making promises. Thank you for the patience, feedback would be great!

Summary:  Everything was perfect at least she thought so until Dean presented the reader with divorce papers. That was just the beginning of a complicated life for the reader.

Part 1. Part 2.  Part 3.


“Do you have everything ready?” Margaret asks as she helps you bring down your bags from the house.

“Trust me, I double checked everything” You sigh as you place the last bag Margaret brought into your trunk. 

“Well…I guess this is it huh?” Margaret looks at you while she bites her lip.

“I guess so…”You take a deep breath as you close the trunk.

“You can do this…and if anything goes bad, you can always call me and I’ll be there” Margaret gives you a tight hug.

“Thanks, but I need you in the office more than ever.” You hug her back wanting to hold on to her for a bit longer.

You didn’t like the idea of having to go back home in this circumstances. In fact, you never thought you would be back home so soon. It’s only been a couple of months since you left and you weren’t sure if you were ready to see Dean again. You really didn’t have much of a choice but to go and announce you pregnancy.

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[Mark] Racing Hearts (Chapter 7)

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My phone is ringing. And it’s ringing inside my head. It’s making a fucking racket, my head pounds with each sound. I force my eyes open, finding myself sprawled on my sofa, my shoes and my clothes from last night still on. The sunlight is blinding. I’m thirsty.

My phone vibrates on my ass, and I lift it to pull it out of my pocket and look at the caller’s ID. It’s my coach.

“Xav, please don’t yell, I’m hungover.” I say as I pick up.

“You got drunk on a Monday?!” He screams down the phone, making my headache worse.

“That was stupid.” I say more to myself than to him. I’m in such a state. I’m too old to get that drunk. I don’t even know how I got home.

“I want you here in an hour.” Xavier order. He’s full on being a coach but I’m too hangover to be scared of him.

“Kay.” I mutter before hanging up.

Gosh, what the fuck happened yesterday. Nate and I went to the bar, got drunk, I went to the toilet, I saw Hamilton and…

And?

Gah! Maybe Nate will know. I unlock my phone to call him but then I realize I don’t have his number. I find him on Facebook and call him on messenger.

“Hello.” He mumbles, his voice hoarse and hungover as well.

“Nate.” I say. “You alive?”

“Barely.”

“How did you get home?” I ask him.

“No idea. You?”

“I don’t remember.”

There’s a moment of silence.

“Siv.” Nathan says. “Let’s not drink again.”

I chuckle. We’re both too old for this. Suddenly, something occurs me.”

“Do you have your car keys with you?” I ask him, sitting up and looking around for my bag. It’s on the coffee table, all its content spilled out on the wooden surface.  

“Yeah, but my car is still at the bar.” He says. I spot mine and slump back against the couch, relieved no one took advantage of me being drunk to steal my car.

“Mine is at the school.” I sigh, covering my eyes.

“I had fun.” Nate says quietly. I smile.

“Me too.”

“Let’s do it again but without the shots.” He proposes, making me chuckle.

“Sure. See you.”

“Bye, Siv.” He says before hanging up. I force myself up and painfully get ready for the day.

I arrive at the tracks with sunglasses, feeling like walking the walk of shame as I make my way to the border of the circuit. Xav is waiting for me, hands in his pocket, wearing the look he reserves for bad days.

“Hey Xav.”  I greet quietly.  

“You’re five minutes late.” He declares. Well, at least, I managed to come. Not sure I can drive well in that state but we’ll see.

I roll my eyes at him, with all of my heart, and make a move to put my helmet on.

“Uh-uh.” He says, taking it from my hands. I look up at him, confused.

“You’re not racing today.” He announces. What?

“You want to come late at practice? Well guess what, no practice for you. And you think I’d let you drive like that?  Gym. All afternoon.” He hisses. It’s the first time in more than ten years he scolds me like this. I just realize that he was my coach before, before being a friend.

I used to be scared shitless next to him. He was harsh with me and always pushed me to the max. Until now he hasn’t been the real Xav at all. I’m just noticing that now.

“Xav-“

“Now.” He cuts me off. Jeez.

Before I can think of something to say, he gives me his back, indicating he’s done with me for today. I feel like a child. I feel like I’m a seventeen-year-old brat again, a girl who thought she knew everything and was like a cannonball everywhere she went, before she hit the ciment wall Xav could be.

And a little workout wouldn’t hurt.  

Accepting my faith, I go back in the locker room and take my racing suit off, changing myself in tight sports leggings, a sports bra and running shoes. I also take a bottle of water with me and go down to the basement, where the gym is.

To my surprise, the gym is not empty when I walk in. I find Tuna and Lewis Hamilton chatting inside, both shirtless and sweaty. And despite my profound hate for Tuna, I have to admit is back sight is not bad at all. I’ve seen car racers way more muscular than him (Lewis Hamilton, for instance) but he’s not bad at all. I can see Lewis’ front thought, and boy this guy looks like a fucking chocolate bar. Suddenly I remember that I saw him yesterday, and I have no idea what I told him, if we got close, if he thinks we are friends, or even if we’ve talked for long. Lewis looks up and sees me, smiling.

“Sivan.” He says. Tuna turns around, sees me as well and rolls his eyes. Lewis pushes him to the side and walks up to me.

“Lewis.” I say, not knowing how to greet him. A hug? A handshake? A kiss? Oh, I hope I didn’t kiss anybody yesterday.

“You’re here, finally. I was worried.” He says. Why? What did I do?

“Erm.” I hesitate. “Thanks for worrying.”

But why is he at the school? Not even racing but working out?

“What are you doing here?” I ask him. Hamilton puts his hands on his hips and shrugs.

“I’m on vacation for a few weeks.” He says.  “Thought I’d hang out in Reno with Mark.”

“You’re not preparing for the season?”

“Not yet.”

“Well, enjoy your stay then.” I murmur, twisting on my heels in the direction of the treadmills.

“Hey, about yesterday.” Lewis calls, and I whirl around.

“What happened yesterday?” I ask, a little bit too nervously. He blinks at me.

“No, I’m just-“ I start, glancing at Tuan who’s leaning against a treadmill, watching us impatiently. “I don’t remember very much of it.” I confess. He gives me a smile.

“I remember chatting briefly with you, and then…” I shrug.

“I see.” He says.

“I assume you took me home?” I propose, shrugging. He glances at Tuna for split second.

“Yeah.” He says. “I did.”

And I’m actually relived it was him. Yes, he was a stranger, but he seems like he has the habit of saving my ass. I’d rather it was him rather than a complete stranger- or Tuna.

“Thank you, you’re a gentleman.” I say politely, before turning on my heels.

“You should take notes.” I say to his friend when I walk past him.

I get on the treadmill and we all resume our workout. I run for about an hour, and when I’m sweaty and I can breathe, I start working of my muscles. After my legs and my bum, and my arms, I work on my shoulders. Laying down on a bench, I shoulder press.

“Try to put your elbows like this.” I hear Hamilton say from behind me, and suddenly my elbows are pulled outwards. I try to lift my arms again, and it hurts like a bitch.

“Shit.” I mutter. Lewis crouches down behind me, and I feel him chuckle in my ear.

“Yeah?” He says. “It means you’re doing it right.”

I laugh, letting my arms fall down and putting my weights down. I sit up and twist to face him. His chest is even sweatier than before.

“Would you like to hang out with me some time?” He asks with such a politeness that can only be British. “I could use some friends in America.”

“I thought you had plenty.” I reply.

“Mark?” He says, turning around and glancing over his shoulder. “He’s like my only real friend. I could always use more.”

“And he doesn’t like you very much so that would be an occasion to piss him off.” He says, smirking. His argument makes my ears perk in interest.

“Give me a time and a place.” I say to him. “But I won’t get drunk this time.”

“I hope so.” He laughs.

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Lewis and I meet up at a coffee shop I don’t know. I have to admit a lot of new places have opened since I left and I barely have any go to addresses anymore. We order coffee and some pastries to snack on. I have to admit Lewis is a very nice guy. I don’t know yet if he’s into me; I hope he isn’t because he’s a really cool racer and I could use a friend like him. He’s a tiny bit awkward but it’s cute.

“You know, you’re actually the first female racer I really like.” He says out of the blue, confirming my fears. Shit.

“What do you mean?” I ask him.

“You’re, like, the most talented. Looking at you makes me feel sad we can’t compete. You’d be one hell of an opponent.” He says. I almost sigh in relief. He’s talking about racing only.

“We still can race unofficially. I’d win.”  I shrug, confident. He smirks at me.

“Yeah, I don’t know about that.” He says, tilting his head to the side. Everyone I meet seems to be underestimating me.

“Do you know that I beat Tuna once?” I ask him. He cracks up, shaking his head.

“Excuse me, why do you call him Tuna?” He asks me.

“His name is unpronounceable.” I mutter.

“Why do you hate him so much?” He asks. I feign reflection, looking up at the ceiling.

“He almost killed me, insulted me on multiple occasion, and he drove a car that was mine.” I explain. His face softens sympathetically.

“The Kyosho?” He asks quietly. I nod.

“You know, he had no idea, right?” He says.

“He didn’t need to. I told him not to drive that car and he did it to piss me off.” I counter, reaching out to grab my cup of coffee. His eyes follow my hands.

“You’re engaged?” He asks, and I look up at him. I was wearing my ring the yesterday, he didn’t notice? He’s not very observant.  

“It’s been more than ten years.” I chuckle, but he doesn’t laugh with me. There’s a strange look on his face, as if he had spent his life thinking I was single.

“Oh, I see.” He says quietly. “You still wear it? Even on dates?”

“This is a date?” I frown. Maybe I was totally wrong about him.

“A friendly one. I’m just trying to get to know you.” He shrugs. A friendly date. How stupid was I? Maybe if I remembered what I told him yesterday I would have known he was trying to get inside my pants. Just as I start to try and think about a good, believable excuse to leave, my phone buzzes because of a text from Nate. He’s just asking how I’m doing, but it’s my emergency exit.

“Shit.” I breathe as if he had announced bad news.

“What?” Hamilton asks curiously.

“I have to go.” I say, grabbing my bag.

“Why?” He frowns, a little desperate edge in his voice.

“A friend needs my help.” I reply vaguely. I’m such a bad person.

“I’m really sorry. Thanks for the coffee.” I say, reaching across the table to give him a quick hug.

-

And I feel like a complete loser, an unfaithful bitch, a girl who leads guys on, a pitiful excuse of a fiancée. I feel like I haven’t honored my husband at all lately. First I let Tuna drive our car, and now this? A date? What was I thinking?

It’s all it takes me to feel very depressed. To the point where to apologize for hurting him, I’m willing to hurt myself by engulfing my mind in the memories of him and reopening every wound I have. I fucked up. Ever since I came back. I should have stayed in Tel Aviv. Well, I know that’s a lie but still. I’ve made horrible mistakes, and I can’t forgive myself for it. I don’t even deserve to be forgiven.

I know I shouldn’t be having those thoughts, because they always take me to a dark place, but that’s all I want now. At least when I’m thinking about all of this, I’m feeling closer to him. I don’t want him to get me wrong, he needs to know I still think about it, every day and it’s mostly for him that I’m here anyway.

It might not be the best idea in the world, but I decide the most tragic place I know to sit down and think about him. I haven’t been in the Kyosho ever since I found out Kam and the crew put it back into shape. I have to admit they did a really, really good job with it. It’s the perfect combination of colors. The inside is totally new, but the bodywork they did on it is exceptional. Every bump is gone, the sheet metal is smooth and flawless. A real jewel. It almost looks like nothing happened.

A noise catches my attention. The garage door lifts itself, and I lower the window to se who could come in here at freaking eleven in the evening. I hear footsteps, but between the sea of race cars, I can’t see who’s coming towards me. Suddenly, I see the last person I would want to see on earth. Tuna, in his racing suit, helmet in hand, walking across the garage.

“What are you doing here?” I call out. He looks in my direction, his face falling in displeasing surprise.

“What are you doing here?” He snipes back at me.  

“I asked you first.” I retort.

“I’ve owned this place for a year. I have all the keys.” He says, walking up to my car.

“You’re practicing at night?” I ask him.

“And you’re-“ He stops, squinting his eyes and peeking inside my Kyosho. “Drinking in your unused car?”

I move my bottle of Jack Daniels out of his sight.

“It’s none of your business.” I mutter. His eyes slowly move to me, cold and chilling, and I don’t think anyone has ever looked at me with such disgust. He speaks very quietly, the fatality in his words making my gut twist.

“You’re pitiful.” He says, walking away. I implode, a mix of anger and hurt and alcohol making my blood boil. Who the hell is he to judge me?

I open the door of the car and get out, pacing behind him as he ambles off as if nothing had happened.

“Fuck you!” I spit to his back. “You have no idea what I’ve been through.”

He whirls around to face me.

“Whatever happened to you happened ten fucking years ago! And you’re still broken about it.” He says accusingly, eying me up and down. “And you try to act like you’re tough.”

What the ever-loving fuck? Does he think he knows me that well?  

“What is it?” I ask, stepping closer to him.  “Some twisted motivational lecture? Are you trying to help me, now?”

“Fuck if I’ll ever help you again.” He retorts.

“Again?”

“You keep telling me I treat people like shit, but look at you!” He says, waving a hand towards me. Oh, it’s easy for him to judge me on a bad day, he had to walk past me the night I decide to be miserable, and now he wants to call me out for it.

“What’s there to respect?” He asks me. I can’t accept this kind of bullshit. Not from him. Does he realize he’s talking to a triple world champion?

“This is why I dislike you so much. Because you’re here expecting everyone to kiss your ass when all you do is getting drunk, cry in your corner and barely race like you’re supposed to.” He mutters.

“Barely?!” I shout. “I come here every motherfucking day, and I beat your ass, and I can do it any time!”

“Yeah you do come here to drive your car but it’s all for nothing. You have no goal, no purpose, you may be talented, but you’re going nowhere.”  He retorts, and I can’t believe this kid thinks he knows that much about my life, my goals, or even who I am as a person. I guess I’ll have to show him then.

I turn on my heels and walk back to my car. I don’t have my suit, nor a helmet or gloves, but I’ll show him who Sivan O'shea is. I start the engine.

“Hey!” Tuna calls , walking towards my car. I drive off at full speed, and I might die tonight but after being humiliated by a guy like him, it might be the best thing that could happen to me. I’m either going to impress him and force him to respect me, or I’ll join Zane forever which could be even better.

Parker, Hardison and Pretzels

Parker: So, I have to tell you something.
Hardison: Okay. Did–did you want to talk now?
Parker: Yeah. Okay. So, the thing is, I think that maybe I might be having feelings. Like weird, weird feelings… f-for…
Parker: …Pretzels.
Hardison: Pretzels. Okay.  Well, they’re right here, when you want them.

We all have a lot of feelings about this scene and I needed to make a post just about it and my feelings for it. Because this scene is about so much more than just Parker confessing that she likes Hardison. So let’s talk about that.

Parker is not good at emotions. Parker isn’t good with people. When a guy hits on Parker, she literally stabs him in the leg with a fork. She was raised on the street, never have a proper family, she bounced around foster care, had an abusive foster father, was abandoned by her car jacking team, was raised then by a professional thief who decided to make her his protege and the perfect thief. Archie cared more about how she would be his legacy than about ever learning to exist in the world as a person. She was basically a tool. (I mean, when he saw the way Nate & Co helped her grow, he said, “You took her and you broke her.”) 

Parker does not know how to be around people let alone how to be in a relationship. She’s emotionally broken and the only way of life she understood was how to be a thief. She’s quirky and weird when she met the team. She thinks nothing of things like changing clothes in front of other people or kissing Hardison or anything like that, because it’s just part of the con. She does what she has to for the heist and doesn’t ever look at any of it with an emotional or personal lens. But she gradually realizes that she likes Hardison. She realizes it without even understanding it. She’s mad when someone else is close to Hardison, but she doesn’t know why.

So when she finally understands it, she needs to talk about it. But just because she understands that she likes Hardison, it does not mean she’s ready to deal with those feelings. She’s not even really ready to admit those feelings out loud. Thus, pretzels. She has feelings, weird, weird feelings for pretzels.

And Hardison looks at her, looks at the pretzels, and then understands perfectly. Because Hardison does understand people. He’s charismatic and kind and warm and welcoming. He’s easy to love and loves easily. He bounced around foster care as well, but he was lucky enough to fall into the home of “Nana” – not his actual grandma, but the woman who raised him and his foster siblings. She taught him how to talk to people, how to be friendly, how to understand other people and read them. For everything that Parker didn’t have, Hardison did. 

So when Hardison sees Parker’s stress and struggle to admit her feelings, he instantly knows that she is not ready to deal with these feelings, even though she’s ready to tell him about them. And what does he do in that situation?

He says okay. He nods, he smiles, he accepts it, and then he gently informs her that the pretzels will be there waiting for her when she’s ready for them. He’s there for her. He’s always there for her, he always supports her. He clearly likes Parker very much, he has since episode one. They’ve been working together for two years at this point. They’ve kissed, they’ve danced, they’ve had each other’s backs. Hardison’s feelings for her have only grown this entire time, but he never once ever pressured her. He never pushed her farther than she was comfortable with. And now, even knowing that his feelings for her are now reciprocated, all he does is say, “I’m here for you when you’re ready for me.”

He leaves the ball in her court. He lets her know that he’s open to this in the best way he can and leaves her feeling calmer than she started. He leaves her smiling and confident and happy. He shows her that he likes her without forcing her into something she’s not ready for.

Hardison is the absolute perfect gentleman. He gave her just what she needed, just when she needed it. I have so much respect for him in that scene, because he has so much respect for Parker.

In fact, it’s not until 10 episodes later when she finally takes him up on that offer. The first line is in episode 5 of season 3, The Double Blind Job. In the second to last episode of the season, episode 15, The Big Bang Job, Parker and Hardison are on a train and nearly blow themselves up trying to disarm a bomb. At the end of the episode, all is well, of course, because Hardison is very good at what he does. And this exchange happens:

Parker: You know what I’m in the mood for?
Hardison: What?
Parker: Pretzels.

It’s such a brief exchange that if you’re not paying attention, you could easily miss it. It was a reference to a line ten episodes ago, and even if the audience doesn’t catch the reference, Hardison definitely does. He takes a moment to register what she says, then smiles and does his trademark “heeeey.” And that’s it. 

But you know what? Not once during those ten episodes between the two pretzel lines did Hardison do anything but respect Parker’s emotional space. And that makes me so, so happy. 

I just really love this scene. I love it so much. It’s so much more than just an “otp: pretzels” tag (which, lbr, is the perfect otp tag for them). It’s such a meaningful reference. Because it was the moment that you really saw what kind of man Hardison was. And how much he absolutely cares about Parker. It makes everything about their relationship matter so much more, for me.

Lines like, “I got you girl, I got you” and “thanks for not hanging up the phone” and “Do you hear me, Alec? I need you” and “kiss for luck” and all the rest, mean so much more when they’re all based on this amazing relationship that the both of them have. This is why I love Parker and Hardison. This is why I love Leverage. 

Thank you for listening, have a nice day.

Baseball Attire (Nate Maloley)

I buttoned up half of my Tigers jersey and checked myself out in the mirror, taking a quick glance at Verlander’s name on my back.

Damn, I look good.

I can’t help but smile in excitement. Detroit’s my hometown so when I found out Nate was performing there I had to convince him to take me to a baseball game. They’d sucked so far this season but I had faith.

I gave myself one last overall look to make sure everything was in place. I walked out into the main area of our hotel room to see Nate, wearing nearly the same thing.

Both of us had on a jersey, a black undershirt, some jeans and navy blue Nike Roshes. Only difference between us was that my clothes were tighter.

Couples that dressed the same always bothered me.

“No way,” we said at the same time.

“You have to go change,” he insisted, “I was dressed first.”

“Yeah,” I got cocky, “but I’m cuter,” I said with a smirk knowing he would agree.

He stayed silent. The look on his face told me he wasn’t budging.

“Right?” I said.

He looked like he was about to say something but hesitated. I was hurt. I spent almost an hour, which is twice as long as normal, getting ready. And yeah, he did finish first but that’s only because he has half as many things to do.

Suddenly I didn’t feel so excited. I stormed back into the room we shared and closed and locked the door. He knocked just seconds later. “Babe?”

I ignored him. For a second I considered putting my pajamas back on as an act of rebellion but then realized I really wanted to go to this game. I hadn’t been to Comerica Park in 4 years, before I moved to LA. So instead I had a better idea.

I dug through my suitcase for ammo. 10 minutes later, I was in booty shorts, a black long sleeve crop top, and some matching black thigh high boots (it was supposed to be a colder day). I put my hair back in Dutch braids, and looked myself over again.

I looked great, sexier. If he didn’t like how I looked now, then damn him. Damn him either way for not even bothering to call me cute. I wasn’t even mad that he didn’t change, it was that he couldn’t even be bothered to appreciate my outfit.

I strutted back out to find him leaning next to the door.

He turned to me as soon as I opened it, “Y/N, I’m so- woah,” he stopped and watched as I strutted and swayed my hips (purposefully) through the living area towards the door.

“Ready to go?” I asked innocently.

“You can’t go like that!” he exclaimed.

“And why not? You’re going like that,” I said.

“That’s not even a functional outfit for a baseball game. And we’re gonna be around a lot of drunk college guys,” he said, sounding frustrated.

“I had to change. I’ll be fine we’re just sitting watching some baseball. And besides, my last outfit wasn’t cute enough,” I say with a sigh.

“But this one’s wayyyyy too sexy.” I glance down at his pants, specifically the bulge forming in them.

“I can see that.” I walk towards him and softly run my fingers up and down his stomach, getting closer and closer to his crotch each time.

He groans, “Go change.”

“Nah I’m good.” Finally I reach his jeans and circle his crotch.

“That’s it,” he says. He grabs the back of my neck and forcefully kisses me. It feels so good, but as soon as he tries to push me back into the bedroom I pull back.

“If we go there now, we’ll be late for the game,” I say.

“Who cares,” he says breathlessly, grabbing me and pulling me back against him.

“I do,” I said. “I haven’t seen my home team at their home field in years and if we don’t leave now our seats will be stolen. I don’t care if you don’t think I’m cute, I’m watching my game with or without you,” I say slightly angry. I know I’m being a little moody and unfair, but I can’t help it.

As much as I try to be an independent woman, sometimes it just hurts not hearing a simple compliment from the man you love.

I walk out of the door, grabbing the key card and march my way down to the car. I hop into the passenger seat because I know he’s following me.

We ride off, not far from the stadium. About halfway into the drive, he starts talking.

“You know, I didn’t mean-”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

He stays silent for a moment, then rebels. “No we’re going to talk about it,” he says with a determined voice, “You should know that no matter what I always think you’re cute. The cutest. Always. Every single time, no matter what you lookin’ like. And secondly, if I had know you were going to wear the same thing as me I would have changed.”

I stayed silent.

“Are you still mad at me? You know I love you,“ he said as he leaned over to kiss my collar bone while we were in traffic.

I couldn’t take it. "Okay, fine I forgive you,” I say, “and I’m sorry I got so mad at you, I should’ve let you explain.”

“You’re fine, mami,” he says in that sexy voice I love so much, “Now what are we supposed to do about my situation?” he said.

“Oh that’s punishment for not calling me cute. You’ll just have to chill out until the games over I guess.”

“But how am I supposed to chill when you look like that?”

“Figure it out,” I said with a smirk and kissed his cheek.

A/N: Hey, it’s me. First imagine since the break I had. I kind of want to make a part 2, but I’ll only do it if (a) its requested or (b) this one becomes popular enough.

I’ll be posting another imagine/smut soon, talk to you then.

Peace,
Shay

Too Late: Nate Maloley

I feel like this sucks 😩

I knew this was wrong and she would find out but I didn’t think she would find out as soon as she did.

Nate’s P.O.V.

The nights I spend away from Y/N, I spent with Bella. From the first night I knew this was wrong but I couldn’t stop coming back. Hurting Y/N while being with Bella hurts because Y/N is the love of my life. Being with Bella was just a way of having fun and nothing more. But then we started hanging out and I realized she was a cool girl.

Today I came to see her but after our ritual I felt this unsettling feeling in my stomach and I felt like something bad was happening. Bella is sound asleep and she looks peaceful and pretty but she doesn’t compare to my Y/N. I knew tonight was going to be the last night coming to Bella because I couldn’t keep hurting the only girl I have loved and who has been with me since the beginning. All I wanted to do was go to our home and lay next to her while she was sound asleep but I knew I had to tell Bella I couldn’t do this anymore. I decided to wait and tell until the morning and I closed my eyes and started picturing my wedding with Y/N and how our children would look.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

I knew it was too good to be true. How could I actually believe that he loved me. All those nights of him telling me he was with they boys was a lie.

He didn’t seem to realize that I knew he was always with someone else. The fact that he loves her hurts me more than anything else. I tried to push him cheating on me away because I love him but it was only a matter of time before enough was enough. I knew I needed to get out of this house before I lost my mind. I needed to wait for him to leave and go with her so I could be able to leave and not see him because I didn’t want him to see how he broke me. I had everything packed since the last time he left but I needed to bee with him a little longer so I could be able to leave without him suspecting anything.

I know it will be tough to stop loving him but I know it’s only a matter of time. I look back and remember all the memories we made for the past 2 years and I know I have to leave them behind if I want to move on. I head out and I don’t look back.

The next morning

Nate’s P.O.V.

I wake up to someone peppering kisses to my face and I pretend to be sleeping so Y/N can keep doing that because she knows how much I love when she does that. I finally open my eyes and see that it is Bella and not Y/N. I gently push her away and sit up so I can talk to her.

“Bella, I think we shouldn’t do this anymore.” I tell her and she looks hurt but I can’t stay anymore if it means I’ll lose Y/N.

“What, why?” She starts to head my way but I tell her to stop and listen to me.

“This, us, last night was the last time and I can’t do this anymore.” I start putting on my shirt and my shoes and I am about to head out but what she says next makes me stop.

“Is it because of her?”

“What are you talking about?”

“I heard you last night saying how you love someone named Y/N and how she will always be the one. To me it seems she’s not that great if she can’t keep her man from being with other girls.” She says and I swear I’ve never hated anyone more than her at the moment.

“Don’t you dare talk bad about her! She is amazing and the only girl that I have ever loved. I can’t believe you were a cool girl and now you are acting like I belong to you! You knew from the beginning it was just sleeping, don’t act like you’re better than my Y/N. She had something no other girl will have and that is my heart and me wanting her to be my wife and the mother of my children.” I scream and I know I don’t want to be there any longer while I can go and be with Y/N.

Bella starts screaming but I only have one thing on my mind and that is going home and being with Y/N. I know I have to tell her and I will because I can’t lose her. If I lose her my whole life is gone.

I finally get home and it is weird to not see Y/N in the kitchen cooking breakfast. The unsettling feeling is back and I go check our room to see if she overslept but I open the door and she isn’t there. I start panicking and start calling her but it goes straight to voicemail. I feel like I’m overthinking it and she probably just went on a walk and I’m relieved for a moment until I set my keys and I see the frame next to our bed.

The frame has the picture we took during our second anniversary and there is a sticky note. I grab it and my heart breaks. The note says Goodbye Nate, I always knew. I let the frame fall and it shatters on the floor. I feel the tears streaming down my face and I just sit there feeling numb.

I was too late and now she is gone.

Should I continue?

Going, Going ... Gone

So @nick-valentine-fanclub got an anon submission prompt of Hancock thinking he’s gone feral and running away (with the SS bringing him back of course) and they tagged me in it! I’ve also seen a few other people in the Hancock tag wishing to be inflicted with this pain and suffering, so here’s the first part of (maybe) five chapters, my masochistic little sinnamon rolls!

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Hancock took another Mentat, the fifth in an hour. He’d been restless all week, actually hoping some settlement would get raided so he’d have an excuse to go fuck someone up. Maybe it had been a slow week. Maybe Scout had been spending it helping Danse make modifications to his power armor. Maybe the two were grinning wide after a tricky bit finally worked and Scout was teaching Danse how to high five. Hancock fumbled in his coat pocket for an inhaler of Jet. He normally kept that little habit for behind closed doors, but fuck if he didn’t need to get high right now after seeing the shy, blushing looks Danse kept sending Scout.

He flicked the cap off the inhaler and brought it up to his mouth as Scout ducked behind the power armor frame to work on something else, still not noticing his presence. Danse cocked his head like a goddamn drug dog though and looked up to see Hancock leaning against the workstation on the other side of the room. Hancock didn’t even bother to hide his animosity, making direct eye contact as he took a deep inhale. Danse’s eyes narrowed in fury and he stalked over to the ghoul, whose whole body lit up with the drug and the chance to move, to hit, to fight.

“That contraband will not be tolerated in my workshop,” Danse hissed, keeping his voice low so as not to draw Scout’s attention.

Hancock tossed the inhaler aside with deliberate carelessness and exhaled the Jet smoke back out in Danse’s face. Fuck him and that “my workshop” bullshit. Everyone in this neighborhood died and made Scout God of all the property here, not him.

“You only get high because you know you’re inadequate,” Danse said through gritted teeth, then straightened up from towering over the shorter man. “I’m leaving now because Scout actually needs me.”

Hancock heard something snap in his mind, the sound he imagined Danse’s neck would make when he broke it. 

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Nate Maloley Imagine: Kissin On My Tattoos.

Hello my name is Carly. So I wanted to request an imagine if that’s okay.. The story I had in mind was you and Nate have a long distance relationship while he’s in LA she thinks he’s cheating then while in her car the song kissin on my tattoos comes on and later that night nate tells her that she is the only one he wants kissin on his tattoos you can add more details but I think that would be kinda cute……

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Warning: Includes a super sweet Nathan Maloley and may cause extreme feels.

Key: (R/TN) = Random Twitter Name

       (Y/T/N) = Your Twitter Name

Y/N’s POV:

It’s never easy dating a growing celebrity, especially an attractive, male, up and coming rapper like Nate Maloley. Yes, I am blessed enough to have such an amazing, talented, caring, kind, and of course attractive, boyfriend. Believe me, I never forget how attractive he is, especially, when the girls he is constantly surrounded by point it out. Sometimes it’s so hard to look at some of the pictures he takes with fans. I know most of them are innocent but, sometimes I wonder if he’s ever tried to get with one of them. They’re all so beautiful, and they’re prettier than I am for sure. I even wonder sometimes, why Nate hasn’t left me already for one of the gorgeous fans he meets.

For the past 2 months, Nate and I have been in a long distance relationship. We’ve been together for a year, but when he decided he wanted to spend more time in LA to expand his career, there wasn’t anything I could do to stop him. Of course I wanted to be there with him, and I would be soon, but I had to finish school here first. I had one more month to go and then I could go out to LA to be with him again. Although he was beyond upset, Nate totally understood that I couldn’t drop everything I’ve been working so hard for, just to go to LA. 

After I woke up, I got ready for my day. After showering, brushing my teeth, doing my hair and makeup, and getting dressed, I sat down to eat my breakfast. I picked up my phone, went on twitter, and searched skatemaloley on twitter, something I caught myself doing often since Nate left. I would look through the pictures Nate took with girls and compare myself to them. I knew it wasn’t healthy, but in some weird way, it was addicting. 

As I was scrolling through I saw a picture posted by one of Nate’s fans. His arms were wrapped around her waist and his face was nuzzled in her neck. They definitely were too close for my liking. I tried to blow it off as an innocent photo but then I started seeing all these tweets about the photo and toward Nate and the girl in the photo. 

(R/T/N): OMG!! @_bethhh_ You are so lucky! You guys look like a legit couple!

(R/T/N): How was at the after party you guys @_bethhh_  @skatemaloley ;) 

(R/T/N): How steamy did things get afterwards ;) @_bethhh_ @skatemaloley ;) 

The more I read the tweets the more my anxiety kicked in. Nate wouldn’t cheat on me…would he? I decided to close out of twitter, finish my breakfast, and give Nate a call.

It felt like the phone didn’t even ring when Nate answered.

“Hey Lil Mama.” His phone floated through the phone. 

“Hey babe!” I said smiling, trying to sound cheerful. I didn’t want to lead Nate into thinking anything was wrong just in case I was being paranoid.

“What’s up?” Nate asked.

“Oh nothing. I was just eating breakfast and thinking about you.” I said as I giggled.

He laughed, “I was thinking about you too baby. I miss you so much (y/n). He said, his tone getting sadder toward the end. 

It made my heart hurt to hear him sound sad. Maybe I was being crazy, he loved me way too much to even think about cheating on me…i hope.

“I miss you too baby. I can’t wait to be with you again. Only one more month and we will be together.” I said to him reassuringly.

“I wish it could be sooner.” Nate said, sounding a little happier than before.

“Me too babe, me too.” I replied.

“I’m glad you called (y/n), but I have to go to a stupid meeting. I’ll call you later tonight?” Nate said to me sounding annoyed and disappointed.

“Sounds good Nate, I love you, good byeee.” I said dragging out the “bye” in a flirtatious manner. He loves when I do that.

“I’ll talk to you later lil mama, I love you too.” He said, hanging up the phone. 

It wasn’t long before my mind started filling with questions. Was he really going to a meeting? Did I hear a girl in the background? Was his “I love you” real? All the questions flooded my mind and made me sick to my stomach. I decided I would tweet and then just relax. Tweeting usually helped soothe my worries, it was sort of an escape for me in a way.

(Y/T/N): I know I shouldn’t, but sometimes I have to wonder if he loves me.

(Y/T/N): I just have to know, who’s that girl…

It wasn’t long before my twitter started blowing up with RT’s and Favorites. I also got some replies to my tweet. Most of them were from Nate’s fans who knew I liked to write poetry and just assumed they were sneak-peaks of poems I was writing. However; I did get the occasional hate filled tweet. 

(R/T/N): Omg @_bethhh_ @(Y/T/N) is indirecting you and Nate, jealous much? 

(R/T/N): Haha at the indirect tweets from @(Y/T/N) about @_bethhh_ and Skate are hilarious.

@_bethhh_: @(R/T/N), maybe she’s realized someone can take her man.

The last tweet really through me over the edge. Of course Nate wasn’t tagged in any of them, because the fans would never insult me if they knew Nate would see, but I know Nate has my tweet notifications on so he’ll see my reply to the girls at some point and see how they’re acting.

(Y/T/N): Not tagging anyone, you know who you are, but no I’m not jealous and no one is taking my man. Just writing some poetry my loves.

After I tweeted that, I just sat around my house and waited for Nate’s call later. I was getting pretty hungry and the food in my house wasn’t very appealing so I decided to drive to chipotle and get some lunch. When I got in the car, the song “Kissin On My Tattoos” by August Aslina came on. I love that song so much. It always reminds me of Nate and Nate would always play it for me. That inspired another tweet from me. I pulled out my phone and went on twitter.

(Y/T/N): Really though…he only wants one girl kissin’ on his tattoos. ;)

That tweet really made my phone blow up. The fans that ship me and Nate were loving it like crazy. It made those few girls shut up for a bit. I picked up my lunch, went back home, and decided to sit on my couch and watch some T.V. 

Nate’s POV

That meeting felt like it dragged on forever but I was finally out. I pulled my phone out of my pocket to call (y/n/) and I saw I had tons of twitter notifications. I saw the things (y/n) tweeted and I was really confused. Did she think I was cheating on her with that Beth girl? That was some random girl who asked for a staged photo. Why was she trying to act like we were a couple, or that I cheated on (y/n) with her?

I decided I would tweet something and then call (y/n).

skatemaloley: cant love anyone else like I love my baby…@(Y/T/N).

skatemaloley: Still much love for the fans though…wouldn’t be where I am without you. <3 

I knew the fans would be shocked because I was never one to tweet about my relationship or put my business out there but I felt like it needed to be done. I clicked on (y/n)’s name in my phone and called her.

“Babeee” she answered in a cheerful voice. She was probably napping.

“Hi baby. Did I wake you?” I asked her.

“I was dozing off but it’s okay because I’ve been waiting for your call all afternoon” she replied. That made me smile. I loved that she waited up for me.

“ I saw your tweets babe” I said, wanting to get right to the point.

“Oh, you saw those? Yeah I’m working on some new poems and-” she said before I cut her off.

“ I know they’re about that picture with the fan baby. I wanna clear things up with you. I don’t want you thinking I have eyes on anyone else but you.” I said to her.

She hesitated a bit. It was an eerie silence. I could tell she was embarrassed or upset. “I just, you guys looked so close in that picture. You looked like a real couple, it made me nervous and-” she said to me. I cut her off again so I could explain.

“(Y/N), you should know I only have eyes for you and I will only ever have eyes for you. You’re my everything and I would never do anything that would compromise our relationship. You mean more to me than I could ever even put into words” I said to her.

“Awe Nate” she said back to me in a cooing tone.

“That one tweet was true though” I said smirking, even though she couldn’t see me.

“Which one?” She asked nervously.

“You are for sure the only person I want kissing on my tattoos” I said to her in a seductive tone.

She giggled at me and said, “Yeah, I assumed that.”

I heard her yawn and could tell she was tired. It was getting late for her anyway and she had classes the next day. “I’m gonna let you get some sleep baby” I said to her.

“Okay. That sounds good. Call me in the morning?” She asked.

“Of course lil mama. I love you, sleep tight” I whispered into the phone. She loves when I whisper to her. She finds it soothing.

“Goodnight babe. I love you too” She said. I felt like I could see her smile in that moment. Her beautiful smile that I fell in love with when we first met. We both hung up our phones and I decided to tweet one more thing.

skatemaloley: Goodnight my angel…sleep tight beautiful…@(Y/T/N). <3

Y/N’s POV

I heard my phone go off telling me I had a notification. I looked down to see Nate’s tweet. I unlocked my phone, faved the tweet, retweeted it, and tweeted him back.

(Y/T/N): @skatemaloley <3

I plugged in my phone and laid in my bed. It was nice going to sleep knowing Nate really loved me and I really am the only girl he wants kissing on his tattoos.

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Not my gif. Credits to owner.

Pairing: Y/N & Sammy (Daddy) Wilk

Warnings: MENTION OF FEMALE ASSAULT

Request: Yes

Words: 782

Note: Guys! It´s been awhile since I wrote about Sammy. I´m happy to say I´ll write more and requests are open for anyone. Also, the warning include “Female asault” and just to let this clear. ITS NOT OKAY. Its never okay to be on a situation like this. So if you see it, never shut up. And get help, because we deserve better in life. 

The guy was constantly behind Y/n and I could see in her eyes how she was already tired of him.

Y/n´s boyfriend was an asshole. He treat her like shit and she deserved someone better, someone who truly loved her. Someone like me. Y/n was our best friend, we know her since we were little and she was our neighbor in Nebraska. We all moved in the beginning to Los Angeles, but she met this guy and she moved with him. He was the typical fuck boy who goes around anyone with a skirt, and now he was definitely not caring for her.

We hadn´t seen her in a while and we decided a night club would be perfect to get back in touch and just have fun. Only Nate knew how much I liked her since always and how sad I was that she was with him instead of me. He tried to always get us together, but this time everything went wrong. She took his boyfriend with her because he made her a “jealousy scene” and he totally ruin our night alone with her, MY night alone with her.

She looked beautiful on the denim black dress she was wearing. Her hair looked perfectly on a bun and her smile was such an amazing accesory. We always kinda treated her like a treasure and more like a sister and we really didn’t try moves on her. Well, they didn’t, I tried once or twice to made a move on her but she never realized how in love I was with her.

She went to dance with John and while she was dancing, some dude was all over her and he kept glancing at her all the time. Her boyfriend went to talk with other girls and he didn’t see anything.

Y/n´s eyes begged for help and I started walking her way. Nate grabbed by the arm and stopped my walking. I looked at him a little disconcerted, why he was acting like this?

“Is not your problem Sam. She has a boyfriend and he can take care of her.” He looked disappointed of himself but he continued nodding. “Go look for a girl, or someone you can spend night with.” He pushed me with an impulse the contrary side of Y/n but I couldn´t help to look for her. I couldn´t find her desperate look anymore. I looked at the guys friends and they were laughing but unfortunately he wasn’t with them. I got worried and walk to the opposite side of the club searching for any of them. I passed next to her boyfriend who was flirting with some girls and I smirked. I hated him. I continued walking.

“Sammy! Help!” Someone shouted and I followed that scream. It was Y/n.

I got out through a door and I found this dude touching all over her and she was crying. She tried to pull him away but he kept touching her legs.

Back off, dude!” I came and punched him making y/n to stand behind me. Then he was bleeding and so drunk than he finally left.

Once he was gone, Y/n hugged me. I pulled her closer and made her feel comfortable in my chest while she continued sobbing.

“Baby girl, everything is fine. I’m here now.” She looked at me with her eyes like an open faucet. Her makeup was all ruined but she looked beautiful anyways.

“Thank you. Sammy, I love you.”

“I love you too, and I should have told you before and this wouldn’t have happened.”

“What do- you mean?”

“I love you since the minute I saw you, since we were in Nebraska. And I couldn’t find the way to tell you, but I fucking love you y/n.” I said while cupping her face with my hands. “I just didn’t want to tell you and made you feel uncomfortable- I messed up everything just like always.”

“No, Sammy- you didn’t. I actually love you too. And I thought you didn’t love me in that way and that’s why I dated every single dude I found, because I was afraid you rejected me…”

I put my finger on her lips just to kiss her seconds later of observing her face in the darkness. The moon was shining a little and the background music in the club was perfect. Some cheesy slow song to fit with our kiss. I grabbed her by the waist while she put her hands around my neck. I heard the door open and we smile between kisses. We know who was, but we didn’t care.

“Dude, I’m pretty sure I told you to meet another girl- not y/n… but whatever…”

Riddles (Nate Maloley)

Hey can you make an imagine where Nate likes y/n , but he doesn’t want to admit it so he sleeps with other girls and jswazz knows so he starts acting as if he really like y/n just to get Nate to finally ask her out and then y/n and Nate end up dating.  Sorry for being so specific.
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Swazz’s POV:
I watch as yet another girl comes out of Nate’s room, doing the walk of shame all the way to the door. Y/N rolls her eyes. She normally just acts annoyed, but I can tell that it hurts seeing Nate with a different girl every other night.

A few minutes later, Nate comes in. Y/N just stays silent. After a few torturous moments of watching them both steal glances at each other, I get an idea. I shift a little more towards Y/N and put an arm around her. She looks at me strangely but doesn’t say anything.

And the most satisfying part? Nate was staring right at us with a death glare.
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Y/N’s POV:
Swazz has his arm around me. Why? I let it sit there until for a while as we watch cartoons. As soon as the episode ends, I get up and make an excuse about wanting food.

What was Swazz trying to do? I mean, I knew he didn’t like me. He had something going with one of the baristas at the cafe he went to everyday, even though he didn’t drink coffee. And Nate, good God if looks could kill, we’d both be in hell.

I’d never seen him so angry. But I seriously doubted that it had anything to do with me. I mean, I really liked Nate, I have ever since he kissed me a few weeks ago. I tried to force myself to stop when the next morning he told me it was just a mistake, and he was drunk, that the kiss meant nothing. But I couldn’t just stop. He made me feel things I haven’t since middle school. And it didn’t help that I had to constantly be around him. I mean we lived together with a few of the other guys, and he always conveniently seemed to be somewhere near me. It just made me like him more.

So I was stuck, in the friend zone, at least until I found someone else to be with. I grabbed some crackers so it wouldn’t look like I did nothing while I was in here, then headed back to the living room, only to find both Swazz and Nate gone.
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Nate’s POV:

“What the hell was that?”I say, trying not to be loud enough that she can hear me.

“Look, man, I just don’t know anymore. Lately, I’ve been, you know, feeling some type of way for Y/N. I think I might go for it.”

“You might what?” No. No, no way, nope. He could not go for Y/N. She was mine. She didn’t know it yet, but she was. I’d liked her for a while, then one night at a party I kissed her, and I knew from that moment that I couldn’t let her go. Before we hooked up though, we fell asleep, and the next morning I panicked.

“I might ask her out, man. What do you think?”

“NO,”I say, realizing a second too late I seemed too eager.

“Why not?”he said, narrowing his eyes at me.

What can I come up with on short notice. “I just, um, I heard her saying something about not being over her ex.”

“Oh, really? Because I heard that she was completely open to starting something. You know what? I’mma go for it. Thanks man,”he says patting my shoulder and heading towards the door. I grab him by the back of his shirt and stop him. “Aye, watch gear, this stuff’s expensive.”

I stare him in the eye, “You can’t ask Y/N out.”

“Why not, huh? Could it possibly be because you want to make a move? And you’ve just been too coward to do it?”

Damn it, he knew. Of course he wasn’t actually into Y/N. He was trying to start something with the girl who worked at the cafe down the street.

“Okay,”I admit, “I like her. Have for a while now.”

“Then why the hell have you had a long line of girls walking out of your room lately?”

“I don’t know, that’s just how I deal with stuff. Sex is always the answer.”

“Yeah, yeah, let’s not get deep into that,”he says, shaking his head as if to erase the last part of our conversation like an etch-a-sketch, “You do know she has feelings too, right?”

“Yeah, not for me. She looked pretty comfortable next to you earlier,” just thinking about it’s making me angry again.

“Please, she was tense the whole time. You know why? Cause she’d rather it be you, dumbass. Look, I saw what happened between you guys at that party a while ago. And I also heard what you told her the ext day. That was cruel, man.”

“I know! I fucked up, I get it!” I yell in frustration. “I just hope she’s willing to forgive me.”

“Guess it’s time you go find out.”He pushes me towards the door and I head back down the stairs to find Y/N not there. Tez sees me looking around and immediately knows, then points to the porch. I head out and there she is, sitting in one of the big chairs we have out there.

“Hey, I was looking for you,”I say, smiling, even though I’m nervous as hell. I lean against the railing

“Hey,” she says, not bothering to look up from her phone.

“Look, uh, we need to talk,”I say, trying not to stutter.

“About what?” She still hasn’t looked at me.

“Us.”

That got her attention. “What do you mean ‘us’? You made it clear that there was no us.”

“That was a mistake, I didn’t mean it,” I said. I knew that would come back to bite me in the ass.

“What are trying to say, Nate?”

I sigh. “I wanna be with you, Y/N.”

“Like you were with what’s her name last night?”

I wince. Even I didn’t know her name. “No. I want to like, take you out and stuff, call you my girlfriend.”

She just looks at me, and I can’t read her expression. I haven’t felt this nervous since I asked Sydney to the dance in 7th grade.

“And you didn’t want this 2 weeks ago?”

“No, I did.”

She just squints her eyes and tilts her head in confusion. “What? That makes no sense. Could you explain?”

“Right, um…Well, I don’t really know how to explain it. I just, I liked you, and so I kissed you, because it felt right. and then I kind of panicked, and um… I haven’t really figured out the rest.”

“Okay then, let’s figure it out.“ I’m taken by surprise when she scoots over and pats the seat next to her. But, of course I wouldn’t pass up any chance to get close to her.

“So, you kissed me…because you like me?”

“Yeah, I really like you,” I say, moving even closer to her than I was already.

“But.. that morning when we woke up, you said it was nothing,” she said, and I could see the same hurt I saw in her eyes the first time I told her that. I nodded. “Do you not want to be in a relationship?”

“No, I do.”

“Then why’d you sleep with all those girls?”she asked.

I knew what I was about to say was horrible, but I couldn’t lie to her again. “To take my mind off of you.”

Her eyebrows shot up. “So you wanted to forget about me? Because the thought of being with me scares you.”

The way she said it, I knew it wasn’t a question. “I guess so.”

“Because of a past relationship?”I shake my head. “Or maybe you’re just scared I won’t want the same thing?”I tensed. “Ah, there it is. You were scared of getting rejected?”

Well, when she said it like that I just sounded weak.

“You, the almighty Skate Maloley? You know, on the outside, you seem all tough with the tats and muscles and the rapping and smoking, but on the inside you’re just a fluffy teddy bear.”She hugged me, and I’d never felt more happy in my life. She solved me like a goddamn riddle. How?

“Aye, keep it down. I have a reputation to upkeep,” I pulled her fully onto my lap. “You know, you never relieved my fear.”

“Hmm?”she says, already wrapped up in my arms.

“Do you like me too?”

She nodded eagerly. “Mhmm. Very much.”

I smiled, and pulled away a little just so I could kiss her. As our lips touched, I knew I could do this for the rest of our lives, that I would do this for the rest of our lives. It was even better than the first time.

It slowly got deeper and deeper. I pulled away to whisper in her ear, “Unless you want me to take you on this porch, I suggest we head inside.”

She agreed and we headed inside to see Swazz, Tez, and sammy sitting on the couch in the same position I left them in. I kept Y/N close to me as I guided her quickly up the stairs.

“Finally,” Swazz called out and I rolled my eyes.

“Does this mean I can have your bedroom, Y/N?” Sam called out.

“Shut up!”she called out, and I laughed at her. God, I was so happy she was mine.

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A/N:
Thanks for reading, hope you liked it! I lied, I had one more full imagine left to do, which was this one. Now I really only have song and list prompt requests to do, and I have a few ideas of my own I want to work on. Plus, I just came up with it while I was writing this, but the whole thing with Swazz being into the barista I thought would be a cool idea. I might do it after I’m finished with the prompts, message me or something if you want it too!

To the requester: I hope you liked it, I’m sorry it took so long. I didn’t include your name because I didn’t know if you wanted it anonymous or not.

Peace,
Shay.

Ugly Duckling (Nate Maloley)

I never understand what/who decides what’s small and what’s large? I used to be a size 8 and people thought that was small but I found it quite big for my body shape so I worked my ASS off (literally) and I am now proudly a size 2. I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS AS MUCH AS I DO–I’M SORRY IF IT DOESN’T PINPOINT YOUR EXACT ISSUES WITH YOUR BODY!

 - Bri x 

Anything above a size four is large, you have to fit into Hollister clothes, you have to have a flat stomach and boobs that are bigger than a B cup, your ass can’t be flat, your hair has to be long, you always have to have prominent cheekbones and your collarbones and hipbones must be showing. 

You were constantly finding new things to worry about, is my back fat falling over my bra? Why isn’t my hair sitting right? Oh god it’s so embarrassing asking for a larger size when you’re in the dressing room. Jean shopping was your absolute worst enemy. You hated it when your little muffin top got squished and looked disgusting. There was always something you hated about your body and you had no idea how you managed to swoon over Nate Maloley to fall in love with every part of you–and yes, that means the muffin top. 

Currently, Nate was rested on top of you working on your neck skillfully with his lips, his hands slide up your thighs and you flinch, oh god you hated your thick thighs that looked abnormally large in pretty much everything except black, “did I-did I do something?” He questions noticing the tension in your body. He breaks away and looks at you quizzically. 

You swallow thickly, “no it just still feels weird that you aren’t disgusted with the way I look.” Nate tilts his head to the side narrowing his eyes, “don’t look at me like that.” You say with a pout, sitting up as Nate crawls off of you and sits beside you. 

“It’s like, you don’t realize how crazy attractive you are to me, and it scares me how many issues you have with yourself.” He looks back at you and you sigh, moving to cover your stomach with your forearm, “like, you make me turn off all the lights when we have sex and I haven’t seen you naked in the light yet and we’ve been dating for four months. I can only touch certain parts of you, but lil’ mama, I honestly don’t care.” 

You sigh, “Nate…I’m not tiny, okay? I’m not skinny with curves in just the right places my fat is in all of the wrong places and I have stretch marks everywhere.” 

“And? It’s you, it’s your body I don’t give a fuck.” It wasn’t really Nate’s issue with you, it was your issues with yourself and it made you very upset that you couldn’t just get past it, “you know what, listen to me, when I first met you I liked you because I had been so many other little sticks and then you came with this killer personality, and these amazing curves that I could grab onto, and those beautiful thighs that I could rest my hand on while I’m driving. I love you, and I would love you if you weighed more and I would love you if you weighed less just the same because you are the person that is there for me when it’s two in the morning and I have food poisoning, or the person who makes me dinner after a long day and does my laundry and supports me and sticks up for me and everything else that you do to me…” he trails off, quieting his ranting. 

“It’s honestly not you, it’s me and how I feel about myself,” you admit, diverting eye contact so you wouldn’t get upset. Loving yourself was hard, but letting yourself be loved was even harder. 

Nate looks around the room and gently grabs your hand, “come on, stand up.” He pulls you up with him and makes you stand in front of him, “you know, I feel like I’m the ugly duckling compared to the rest of the guys–I didn’t get the Mudd campaign because I didn’t fit their look, and mostly girls at meet and greets go hug them before they hug me.” His jaw is tense and his eyes are low, you reach out, running your hands over his toned stomach and chest. 

“You’re not the ugly duckling, you’re absolutely perfect.” You assure him, Nate uses his hands to slowly lift his t-shirt over his head. You watch in awe as his muscles flex, he was toned and looked amazing you couldn’t believe that he thought of himself as anything less than perfect. With another swift moment, he strips his pants off and kicks them off in a direction away from you both. Finally, he peels his boxers off, letting them drop to the floor he stood there completely exposed in front of you. 

Nate shrugs, “Maybe I am the ugly duckling, but you make me feel comfortable enough to do this and I want to help you feel the same way.” You purse your lips, tilting your head to the side as you thought about his comment, “what’s the worse that can happen? I see a little bit of fat?” 

You shrug, “I don’t want to disappoint you.” 

Nate scoffs, “babygirl, you can’t disappoint me, you succeed my expectations every single day by just being you.” 

You make eye contact with him, and can’t help but smile back as a grin toys on his lips, “alright.” You slip off his hoodie that you borrowed that you felt like should be a little baggier on you and Nate presses a reassuring kiss to your lips. 

“Keep going.” 

With another movement, you take off your t-shirt so you’re only in your bra. Nate’s smile widens and he leans forward to kiss down your neck and onto your shoulder. 

“Keep going,” he breathes. 

Taking off your jeans was your biggest fear, because you wore your jeans so tight they held everything in, you were scared of him seeing the cellulite on your thighs. Nonetheless, you unbutton your jeans and peel them off so you’re now just in your bra and panties, and you looked nothing like a Victoria’s Secret Model. 

Nate pulls you into him and gazes at you with admiration, lips finding yours he kisses you sincerely, “you are absolutely stunning, I love you so fucking much.” You felt relieved, because there was absolutely no more hiding, there didn’t have to be sex in the dark anymore because he had seen you. In one liquid motion, Nate unclasps your bra and slips it off your shoulders. 

“Thank you, I love you too.” You murmur with gratitude, Nate truly was one of a kind and you were so lucky to have a person like him in your life. 

As you let Nate touch you and see you in places you used to be so conscious about, you gain a newfound confidence about yourself…because if he loved it, why couldn’t you? 

I hope this made you feel amazing about yourself! Body image issues are something that everyone (even boys) have and it’s completely normal…just know that you ARE amazingly beautiful and deserve all the love in the world. Much love, I hope you enjoyed! - Bri x 

Different-Nate Maloley imagine

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I make my way to the recording studio because I had to record some music. I’m a female rapper. Why? because when everyone one says ‘you’re a girl only boys can rap.’ makes me more determined to achieve my goals.

I parked my car in the parking lot of the recording studio. Before I leave I take a quick pick for snap chat. After that I get my purse off the floor that had fallen off the passenger seat when I slammed on my breaks. I get out o my car and lock it. I walk towards the door and open the door. i am immediately greeted by my manger, Ryan.

“Hey Ryan! Long time no see!” i said hugging him

“Yeah way to long y/n way toooo long” he said dragging out the 'o’ in to.

i smiled and nodded.

I have known Ryan wayyy before he was my manager. He is a close family friend, so he has always been around. We always had a special bond, so when he asked to be my manager i was ecstatic.

“Come were in the room over here” Ryan said guiding me to a recording room.

“Okay” i excitedly

“So y/n before we go in i wanted to tell you something…”

“What is it?” i said out of confusion

“Well remember i told you that it would be cool to do a callab kinda thing?”

“Yeah i remember”

“Well i found someone that was interested and he came today to record.”

“Omg this is so cool! re they a singer?”

“No 'he’ is rapper”

“oh ok cool!” i said

I said because i suddenly wasn’t that excited anymore. I feel like every time do some kind of callab with a boy they always judge me in some kind of way. it kinda gets annoying after a while, but I know never to take it to hart and just use it as motivation.

“Look I know, but this dude is different”

“Okay…” I said not fully convinced

“Come on” Ryan said opening the door and going inside with me following behind and later finding a seat on the couch.

Someone was already recording there lines to the song. I was really impressed on how good he was. i smiled because it looked like this was his passion. It looked like this is what he lived for, just like me.

“Isn’t he good?” Ryan said

I just nodded is response and Ryan smiled.

“We good?” this dark haired and VERY attractive boy said while stepping out of the booth.

“Yes! That was great Nate!” Ryan said

“Ok” he said and once we made eye contact he smiled at me. I just returned the smile and pretend that there was something interesting on my phone.

“This is y/n” Ryan said

And that’s when I realized that I didn’t even introduce myself. Wow i must of came off super rude.

“Sorry! Hi”

“Nah it’s ok. I’m Nate! he said with a bright smile that made me smile

"Ok y/n get your ass in the booth” Ryan said

“Okay"I said and me being very outgoing and carefree I skipped my way into the booth

When i got to the booth put my hair in a make shift pony tail and placed the headphones around my ears. I began to rap my verses and every so often i would glance over at Nate to see him smiling or point his phone in my direction… could he maybe make it less obvious that he was taking a video?
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I was finally done my verses. I gotten to know Nate really well now. He’s a really cool guy…he’s different and that’s what i like about him.

He’s different, he’s unique, he’s…….Nate


Okay I’m thinking of a part two! Don’t really liked how this turned out and I’m really sorry if you didn’t like this. I’m still using my iPad for the time being so my apologies for the quality. Have great rest of your day loves! ❤️💕

Clumsy - Chapter Four - Christmas (Rafe x Reader)

Chapter one, two and three.

Description: After you discover Rafe is staying at the college for Christmas, you decide you are going to stay as well. No matter how hard you try to ignore it, you can’t help but start feeling more and more drawn to him. The two of you are going to the Christmas Eve party the school is throwing. With a gift exchange and drunken antics from your friends, it might end up being the most surprising Christmas yet.

Warnings: No smut. Mentions of abuse. Mild cursing.

Word count: 4,566

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            Rafe didn’t ask for his jacket back.

           You didn’t give it back.

           Perhaps you should have but as Thanksgiving passed and no mention was made of the jacket, you unofficially thought of it as yours.

           It is Rafe’s jacket you are wearing as you are hurrying back to your dorm room. It is the day before Christmas Eve and your mom has called you for roughly the hundredth time to triple check that you are okay with not coming home for the holidays.

           “Mom, I swear that I am fine. I want to stay here. Seriously. Coming home for a couple days and then coming back…that’s a lot of flying.” You say to her as you yank open the dorm building door.

           “I don’t have to go with your father on his business trip. I can stay behind and you can stay for longer.” Your mom replies.

           “No, it’s okay. Really.” You repeat as you head up the stairs to your dorm room.

           The truth is, besides the fact you really don’t want to fly home for two days before going back, Rafe is staying at the college for the holiday. This time around his father had made no claims about wanting to see him or spend time with him. When you thought about Rafe sitting alone in his dorm room on Christmas, you had wanted to stay behind to be with him.

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Truth or Dare?

Imagine request: can I have a nate imagine where y/n is best friends with the omaha squad and they have a party at her house & play truth or dare & someone dares nate “to kiss the most beautiful girl in the room” and he kisses y/n & after the party nate helps her clean up the mess while the boys are asleep & they talk about what happened and its the start of something great and new? Maybe smut? 💖 thanks!



“Let’s play truth or dare!” Lauren yells over the loud music. The parties been going on for hours and the group has narrowed down to about 10 of us now: Me, Lauren Giraldo, Andrea Russett, Lia Marie Johnson, Nate Maloley, Sammy Wilk, Jack Gilinsky & Johnson, and Kenny Holland. I’d say it’s all of my favorite people who came to the party that are left.

We all gather into the living and sit down on the couches and the floor. Sammy sits next to me on the love seat and puts his arm around. We don’t have anything going on between us, he’s just being his flirty and very touchy-feely self. Nate sits in front of me with back leaning against my legs.

“So, who’s going first?” I ask.
Nate raises his hand a little bit, “I guess I’ll go first.” I scoot away from Sam and lay against the the arm rest.
“Alright Skate, truth or dare?” Johnson asks.
We all look at Nate and can tell he’s really thinking about it. “I’ll go for dare, why not?” he replies and he shrugs his shoulders at the end.
“I dare you to kiss who you think the most beautiful girl in the room is.” I immediately look at Andrea because, well she’s gorgeous, and I’ve always thought that Nate had a thing for her so this would be his chance to make a move. I’ve always kind of wished it were me he had a thing for instead, but what’s a girl to do?
Andrea whispers, “y/n.” I look around to realize that everyone is staring at me. Including Nate.
“Wait, what?” I ask.
Nate laughs and leans in and kisses me. Me! I feel his tongue glide across my bottom lip for entrance.
We continue to kiss to kiss until we’re interrupted by Kenny yelling, “get a room!” A wave of laughter goes across the whole room and Nate & I part from the kiss. I can’t help but blush as I look down to the floor in embarrassment.
Nate starts to blink a lot and rub his eyes, “sorry, guess I got carried away,” he mutters starting laugh to himself at the end.
“Yeah, just a little bit,” Sammy says as he pats Nate’s shoulder.

For about an hour, we continue playing truth or dare, making complete fools of ourselves. Spilling some of our darkest secrets and doing things we’ll definitely regret later. After truth or dare, most everyone made their way home, except for Nate who offered to stay to help me clean. I told him he didn’t have to do that but he insisted.

Nate and I finally make our way to the last room that needed to be picked up, the kitchen. Nate started throwing all the empty cups in a garbage back as I put away all the bottles of liquor.
“So… what was that all about earlier..” I ask nonchalantly. I peak over at Nate to see him smiling.
“I don’t know, I just think you’re very beautiful..”
“What about Andrea?”
He turns around and looks at me with confusion, “what about her?”
“Don’t you have a thing for her?”
He walks to be closer to me while shaking his head, “y/n no… My feelings are for you..”
I instantly have butterflies in my stomach, “wha-what? Why?” I stutter.
He puts his arms my waist, “well why not? You’re intelligent, funny, you’re always supporting my music, and you’re pretty damn sexy too lil mama,” he replies with a smirk. Is this really happening. My head turns to the side a little as I look down the floor, trying not to smile.
He takes his hand and lifts up my chin, “I want you to be my girl, ok?”
I nod and he smiles. He leans in and kisses me again before signaling me to jump up so I can straddle him. He carries me over to sit on the counter. His kisses trail down to my neck causing me to moan softly.
“You don’t have to be so quiet,” he says with a wink before returning to my neck.
“Wait,” I manage to mumble out. He stops kissing me and looks at me, confused. I hop off the counter and grab his hand, leading him out of the kitchen and upstairs to my room.
“We can finish cleaning tomorrow,” I say softly. He nods and bites his lip before closing the door behind us.
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Oh la la! 😏
Best Mistake

Requested: No, but feel free to send in some ideas! ;*
Word Count: I honestly don’t even know, sorry it’s really long
 A/N: This imagine involves 4/4 of the Omaha boys :) and it’s also based off of Ariana Grande’s song Best Mistake featuring Big Sean! If you haven’t heard of it, you should listen to it here before reading this, if you want of course haha. It’s honestly one of my absolute all time favorite songs ever! Her voice sounds so amazing in it, and I hope you enjoy :) (also i’m very sorry I always make “sad” imagines, but on the bright side, Johnson’s is somewhat fluffy :D)

Skate Maloley

How soon do we forget, how we felt? Dealing with emotions, that never left

My new boyfriend, Derek, was as charming as can be, he always went out of his way to make me happy. The only one thing that bugs me from time to time is that he was nothing compared to my ex-boyfriend, Nate, sure I’m as happy as I can be with Derek but Nate made me feel something else no other guy could make me feel. Before we broke up, we were together for a year and a half. It was a typical high school relationship. But now that we were out of high school, a year to be exact, times have definitely changed. The only reason Nate and I broke up was because he wanted to live out his dream in California and I wanted to go to college in New York. We both had talked about long distance and how much we would put effort into it but deep down we both knew it was going to be hard to see each other and sadly, make time for each other for the most part. It was a mutual decision to brake up. Yeah we still kept in touch every once in awhile but it just wasn’t the same anymore. I’d be lying if I said Nate never crossed my mind. I know what you’re thinking, “why are you even with Derek if you’re not over Nate yet?” Well it’s complicated. Nate was my first love and no matter who I’m with he’s always going to take up place in my heart. I’ve only been dating Derek for a few months, so I can’t exactly say I love him. Nate’s and I’s mutual friend, Jake, recently proposed to his long time girlfriend from high school. They have been together since our freshman year, we all were in the same grade. Jake and his girlfriend threw a little engagement party for all their friends and family and it just happens to be that Jake was a really good friend of mine, as for Nate that was his best friend, so of course he had to be there. Derek was planning to come along with me but decided to stay back in New York because he didn’t want to interfere with the gathering since he wasn’t going to know anyone except me. As soon as I got to Jake’s, and his now fiancee’s shared apartment, I greeted everyone and went straight to the kitchen to grab a drink. “Well, well, well. If it isn’t y/n” I heard a very familiar voice from behind. I turned around while taking a sip of the water bottle I stole from the fridge. My eyes quickly came in contact with Nate’s face and a huge smile grew on both of our faces as I put the water bottle down. I quickly came up too him and gave him a huge hug. “Nate! Oh my goodness. I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages!” I said while my hands found their way to the back of his neck and his hands found their way to my waist. “I know! It has felt like ages since we’ve seen each other.” I pulled away and we just looked at each other and laughed. We decided to sit down at the kitchen table and catch up in each other’s life. It felt so good to be in his presence. This made me realize that whatever emotions I have towards this boy, it’s still there. “Forgive me for bringing this up, but you know the day we broke up is the day I regret of letting you go. Seeing you with this new guy tears me apart everyday because if I hadn’t let you go you would still be mine and not someone else’s. There is not a day that goes by where I don’t think about you. You being in front of me, right now, just makes me realize how much I still love you. I wish I could forget you but I can’t, especially not after we leave here and go our separate ways again. I wish I knew how to deal with all my emotions towards you but I can’t.”

Jack Gilinsky

Break up. Make up. Total waste of time. Can we please make up our minds and stop acting like we’re blind?

Jack and I have been on and off for 2 months now. We’ve been together for 9 months but for some reason we’ve been having the rockiest bump in our relationship these past 2 months. It just came out of the blue to be honest. I would say something to him, like ask a question, and he would get pissed off and think I’m accusing him of something he didn’t do. He would ask me something and I’d do the same in return. It wouldn’t be on purpose to piss him off but the way he says it pisses me off which then causes us to have a argument and at times it would lead to us breaking up then a day later making up and getting back together. I told myself I would never be in a relationship that toxic. I hate not knowing where I stand with him sometimes but I can’t help it, I like him too much to just get up and leave for good. At times I do think of leaving when we’re broken up and call it quits for good because it is a total waste of time just arguing and bickering at each other back and forth, but then he does that romantic type of shit and steals my heart again and I’m back to stage one. Head over heels for him. I’ve been told multiple times in the course of these 2 months that he’s no good for me anymore but no one really knows what goes on between us. Every relationship has their ups and downs. We just happen to have it this, somewhat, early. Once again, it was one of those nights where we’re arguing over something so stupid. Jack and I decided to stay in and have a movie night tonight. We were having a good time up until now. Josh decided to text me and he came out as flirty through text but in reality he was asking for my math homework. That was his way of asking. Why? I have no idea. It was just his personality. “y/n, who’s Josh? and why the fuck is he trying to flirt with you?” Jack stood up with my phone in his hands, looking at my screen and reading our conversation. I rolled my eyes at him and thought to myself ‘Great just when things were getting good, here we go again.’ “Jack, chill out. He’s trying to ask for my math homework. He’s not trying to get with me if thats what you’re thinking of. Geez” He took his eyes off of my phone screen and looked at me. “Are you kidding me?! He’s basically trying to get in your pants from the way he’s talking to you in these text messages and you don’t even seem to stop him!” I just scoffed at him and mumbled a “Yeah, okay.” I stood up from him, took my phone out of his hands and headed into the kitchen. I’m tired of fighting with him almost everyday. “Why are you walking away from me?” He said as he followed me. I’ve had it with him. “Because Jack you always find a damn reason to always pick an argument with me and frankly i’m tired of it. I’m tired of fighting with you all the damn time. We’re always breaking up, making up, breaking up and making up once again! Aren’t you tired of always arguing? I feel like we’re just wasting our time being together at this point! Everyone keeps telling me that I should just leave you for good but I like you too much to just walk away from you over something so stupid. And the fact that you’re accusing of Josh, out of all people, trying to ‘get’ with me in that way is stupid. You know how he is. Enough is enough for goodness gracious. You need to chill the fuck out sometimes and stop picking fights with me.” My eyes were pooled with watery eyes, I didn’t realize I was screaming the whole time till I actually stopped talking. He just looked at me dumbfounded, like he wasn’t expecting for me to burst out on him like this. “So what are you trying to say then?” He asked while crossing his arms over his chest. I just looked at him and shrugged my shoulders while I stared at him.

Sam Wilkinson

‘Cause if the water dries up and the moon stops shining, stars fall and the world goes blind, boy you know, I’ll be saving my love for you

Even though Sam and I broke up the day before our 1 year anniversary I still love this kid with everything that I have in my heart. It’s been 4 months since we last encountered each other and he moved on quicker than I expected too. A month after our separation he already had a new girl around his arm. It wasn’t surprising because he was always known to be a player at school but it hurt because, according to him, I was the first girl he ever committed to they he committed to me. Before we got together, he had told me that the longest relationship he has ever had was 4 months and anything before/after that were flings. He said that I had caught his eye and that I was something else that he has never found in a girl. Now I’m starting to think that he was lying since he was the one who cheated on me. As much as it hurts I will always love him because he was definitely someone else when we were together. Everyone thought that I had changed him and made him a better him but of course he proved me wrong. I feel like the reason he cheated was because he had this big ego to maintain and the fact that people were starting to think he finally settled down freaked him out, which probably caused him to cheat. There is quite a few people who tell me that he still asks how I’m doing and if I’ve found someone new, which makes me believe he stills loves and cares for me but it also does kinda through me off because it seems like he moved on? So why is he asking for me when he has a new chick by his side? It seems that no matter what he does to me, I’ll always care for him and love him.

Jack Johnson

You ask why I love your mom so much ‘cause she’s a older you

Jack and I hav been dating for some quite some time now. Just a little over a month ago, my parents had invited him to come over and have a dinner. You know the usual stuff parents do when their daughter gets a boyfriend. I’d be lying if I said he wasn’t scared as shit before he came over that day. He didn’t know how to act, even though I told him repeatedly to just act like himself because without a doubt my parents would love him. And of course, I was right. My parents adored the boy. He got along great with both of my parents as well. It was another typical Saturday night. We stayed in and just hung out in my room and watched movies, I guess you can say? and just talked. A few minutes later my mom had barged in, I hate when she does this, and asked if we were okay and if we wanted any snacks. I’m pretty sure this was just an excuse too see if we were doing anything we weren’t supposed to be doing. If you can catch my drift. “Um, sure I guess some snacks would be okay?” Jack said while turning to me. His response came out more like a question than a statement. I just nodded at him to know that I agreed with him. “Okay, I’ll be back in a bit with y’all’s snacks.” And with that she shut the door behind her and disappeared. Jack and I both stared at the tv in front of us for a few seconds until I began talking. “You know, sometimes I feel like you love my mom more than me sometimes.” I let out a small laugh. He just laughed along with me and kissed my forehead. “You know, maybe I am? Who knows?” He gasped after he finished. I rolled my eyes at him. “Oh God, that’s weird. Why do you love my mom so much?” Jack is always talking about how much he loves my mom as a person and how he adores her. It may sound creepy but I swear it’s not. “Are you kidding?” His face is now in front of mine. “Your mom is basically an older you. From the stories she’s shared with us about how you remind her of her when she was your age is very understandable. I can totally see it. And if you’re going to be anything like your mom, personality wise of course, then wow am I going to be a lucky man! I love how your mom goes out of her way to make sure you are okay and happy at all times. She seems to always be happy and I love the relationship you guys have. It’s special and beautiful. I mean I can go on and on and on about how awesome and amazing your mom is and how I can see you doing half the things she does now in the future. But that’d be weird, I mean I bet I already sound weird.” I shut Jack up by kissing him on the lips. After I kiss him, I put my nose on top of his. “You’re such a sap sometimes” I giggle afterwards. This is one of the many reasons why I love this boy. 

anonymous asked:

Can you please write a follow up to Blast From The Past? I had tears and sadness and then happiness as I read it. It's so beautiful! Thanks

And thank you, love! Previous. Can also be found on Ao3 and ff.net.

Holly held her hair up and turned her head from side to side. With a frustrated sigh she let it fall. She couldn’t make a decision, hair up or down, glasses or contacts, casual or dressy. It was different, this dinner with Gail, she couldn’t quite put her finger on it but it was there.

“I like it down.” Came an all too familiar voice. Holly jumped at the sudden intrusion.

“What?” She asked when she calmed.

“Down, I think you should wear it down.” Julia gestured to her mothers hair.

“Yeah?” She ran her hand through her hair again and looked at her reflection. Julie nodded, watching them in the mirror.    

“Can I stay up until you get home from your date?” The girl hopefully stood on her tiptoes, popping her head over Holly’s shoulder. Holly stopped playing with her hair and stared at her daughter stunned.

She shook her head. “It’s not-I’m not going on a date.”

Julia laughed. “I’ve seen you get ready for a date before, mom, and this is definitely that.” She playfully poked the woman’s side. Holly squirmed away, suppressing a squeal she knew would only spur the girl on.

She fixed Julia with her best warning-mother-glare and a pointed finger, “you know I hate that.”

“And you know I love it.” The blonde smile sweetly. They shared a few more seconds of challenging glares/smiles, and then turned back to the mirror to further examine Holly. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“You can stay up until I get back from dinner as long as you finish your homework, and are already in bed reading or something else quiet by the time I walk through the door.”

“Deal.” Julie beamed and shot the brunette with a pretend hand gun. She stopped just outside the bathroom door, popping her head around the corner, “you look great by the way. Gail’s not going to know what hit her.” She winked and disappeared before any protests.

~

Gail was anxious. Very, very anxious. She had a date, a date that she wasn’t sure was really a date but didn’t have any other name to call it, a non-date date with the love of her life.

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Be My Date - Sam Wilkinson

Today was the day your older brother was getting married. You were insanely excited. Except for the fact that your brother was best friends with your ex-boyfriend. The relationship ended quite terribly but you were still so in love with him. You didn’t want to see him, but you couldn’t skip your brother’s wedding.

You let out a sigh and went into your bedroom to get ready. Your parents had gone out to do some last minute shopping and left you home alone. You were humming along to one of your favorite songs on the radio when you heard a door creek. You ignored it and just thought that it was the house settling. Minutes passed until you heard footsteps right outside your door. Your house had hardwood floor so you knew when someone was walking.

“Mom?” You called out, “Dad?” Nobody answered. You shrugged it off and went back to doing your thing. Your heart stopped when there was a slow knock on your bedroom door. When you went to go see who was there, you started to get freaked out. You poked your head out the door to see if anyone was around. Nobody. You slowly backed up and then turned around to make your way over to your closet. You were half way there when someone grabbed you from behind. You let out a loud shriek of terror. When you were able to turn around you saw that it was just your best friend, Sam. 

“What the fuck Sam!” You yelled as you playfully slapped his chest, “Don’t do that to me! You know how easily scared I get,”

Sam’s laugh could be heard as you finished walking over to your closet to pick out a dress to wear. “Sorry, (y/n). I just couldn’t pass up that chance!” 

You rummaged through your closet, trying to find a cute dress to wear. Well, more like hot. How else were your supposed to get your ex’s attention? You told Sam you were going to try on one of the dresses. Considering how close of friends you guys were, he didn’t bother leaving the room and you didn’t care. You slipped into a pale pink, skin tight dress. You turned around to ask Sam how it looked to see that he was already staring. 

“Shit….” Sam said as he looked you up and down, “You look hot as hell, (y/n). Like…wow,” Your face flushed red at his words. You turned out and looked at yourself in the mirror. In the background, you heard Sam grunt.

“What are you moaning about over there?” You asked as you continued to stare yourself down.

“You, (y/n). Your ass…like fuck,” Sam said biting his lip trying to contain himself. 

You turned around and walked back to your closet, “Oh shush,” you said, “So is this one okay then? Should I wear it? Do you think it’s too…slutty?”

“God no, it’s the right amount of slutty and not slutty,” Sam joked.

You smiled at his dumb attempt to be funny. You could feel Sam’s eyes burning into your skin as you bent down to pick out a pair of heels to wear. Again, Sam groaned which caused you to laugh. “Calm down there you horny boy,” You looked up at Sam to see him shaking his head at you.

You grabbed your shoes and went to your bathroom to fix your hair and makeup. “Sammy,” you called out, “Come keep my company!” You heard Sam walk down the hallway and into the bathroom. 

“So, are you excited for tonight?” Sam asked as he sat behind you on the edge of the bath. You laughed knowing fully well he sat there to get a good view of your ass. 

You let out a sigh and said, “Not exactly,” You didn’t have to tell Sam why because considering he was your best friend, he knew the entire reason and then some. “I mean, don’t get me wrong I’m excited for my brother but I just don’t want to be in the same room as Robert,”

In the mirror you saw Sam nod his understanding your problem. “Hey, if he touches you or does anything to make you feel uncomfortable, you call me right away, alright?”

It took you a second to take in what Sam just said. You eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “Wait what? I thought you were going?” You said as you put your curling iron down and turned around. Sam didn’t say anything. He just shrugged his shoulders and continued looking through his phone. “No, you have to go, Sammy. It’s going to be even worse without you next to me!” 

“I don’t know, (y/n). I’m just not a big fan of weddings,” He said as he locked his phone and put it in his pocket. A smirk started to crawl on your face as you hiked up your dress and straddled his lap.

You and Sam, like most best friends at the age of 18, had quite the history so you had no problem teasing him without making things awkward. “What if I told you that you would be a very happy camper at the end of the night?” You said, grinding against his crotch a little bit. Instantly, Sam agreed to going.

“I hate you so much you know that?” Sam said before standing up. You simply laughed and blew a kiss at him. “I guess I have to go get ready then,” Sam muttered ‘see you in a bit’ and slapped your ass on the way out, running before you had the chance to hit him.


You waited for Sam outside of the church so you didn’t have to walk in alone. You felt your body relax once you spotted him. “Hey, ready to go in?” He asked as he stopped in front of you. You nodded your head and turned around. Sam’s hand settled on your lower back as he guided you inside. You looked around for your parents and found them right up front. ‘Great. A perfect view of Robert.’ You thought to yourself. You let out a sigh and took a seat next to your mom.

Half way through the ceremony you saw Robert looking at you. You tried to ignore it, but you couldn’t help but take a quick glance at him. You both smiled at each other as if saying hi, but you quickly looked away once you felt your face start to blush. “You okay?” Sam whispered in your ear. You nodded your head and tried to ignore your ex-boyfriend’s presence. His stare was burning into your skin as Sam rested his hand on your mid-thigh. The two boys were glaring at each other as Sam inched his hand further up.

“Stop,” You whispered in Sam’s ear as you took his hand off of you, “You’re not making this any better,”

Sam let out a sigh only loud enough for you to hear, “I’m sorry, (y/n). I just don’t want him to think he has a chance again,” You let his comment go, not wanting to lead anything to an argument.

The ceremony ended and you and Sam walked out of the church, his hand resting on your back. You succeeded with avoiding Robert as the both of you walked to Sam’s car. 

After an hour into the reception, you were starting to grow annoyed. Both Robert and Sam were off dancing with some random girls, probably friends of the bride, leaving you to sit there in your sorrow.

The current song ended and turned into a slower one. You got up to go to the bathroom, deciding you didn’t want to sit there any longer, when you felt a hand grab onto yours, “Where do you think you’re going pretty girl?” You turned around hoping it was Robert, but it was just Sam.

“Running away,” You joked, only half wishing it was true.

Sam intertwined his fingers with yours before he pulled you into the middle of the dance floor. You could smell the alcohol on his breath with every word he spoke, “Not before you dance with me,” 

You gave in as his hands lightly gripped your hips, “Why aren’t you dancing with that girl?” You asked, looking over Sam’s shoulder trying to avoid eye contact. 

“Because she’s not you,” Your face flushed red as you mentally yelled at your brother for giving Sam alcohol because you knew how touchy-feely he got when he had toxic drinks in his system.

You whispered, “Sam stop,” starting to get annoyed and he hasn’t even said much yet. You went to pull away from him but before you had the chance he was pulling you closer.

“No (y/n). Just listen to me for once. You’re so caught up in all this Robert bullshit that you’re so oblivious so what’s right in front of you. When we agreed that we would have a no strings attached relationship, I gave in. I got attached, more than friends should get attached. Stop ignoring your heart, (y/n). For once just let Robert go long enough to realize that I’m here and that I’m in love with you. I have been since our no strings attached relationship ended,” At this point you both stopped dancing and were just staring into each other’s eyes. Neither of you said anything.

Let him go, (y/n). You thought to yourself, realizing Sam was right. Before you had the chance to second guess yourself, you crashed your lips onto Sam’s. He smiled into the kiss, knowing fully well he finally made you listen to him.

“You’re right, Sam. You’re here and I was so oblivious. But now…now I know that it’s a mutual feeling,” You said after you pulled away from the kiss. The two of you went back to dancing as you mumbled into his neck, “I love you too, I think I always have.”

(A/N: This has been in my drafts for literally a year..That just shows how bad I get when I start imagines and don’t finish them within the next few days. Not entirely sure how I feel about it but I did get another idea for a new imagine after writing this so that’s good. As always, hope you enjoyed this and I am always accepting requests. Stay real - Maria)

Blazing Temptation~ Derek Luh Imagine pt.3


Chapter 3: Awkward Moments and Hickies 

“- and that’s how I set my tree house on fire when I was younger.” Derek laughed out.

Right now I have to admit I felt pretty awkward around this godly creature after what he’s said to me. I mean he probably says that to all the conquests he’s had before but one can never be to sure but it is pretty well known how he’s one of the biggest sluts ever. He doesn’t even care that people think he’s a whore, he’s apparently proud of it.

“That’s a very interesting story Derek.”

“Thanks baby, even though you weren’t paying attention to through half of it.” He says with no care.

“Uh, what? Haha, noo I totally was.”

“Mmm, sure you were Ev.”

I didn’t say anything back, I mean who cares he could attention from any girl so mine isn’t all that important.

****

“And we’re here.”

We had pulled up to a beautiful white home but Derek quickly led me inside so I didn’t have time to analyze the wonderful decor outside.

“So my parents aren’t home so we have the whole place to ourselves.” Derek said looking at me with raw hunger in his eyes.

Oh lord, if he doesn’t stop looking at me like that I’m not going to be such a saint anymore.

“ … cool, we could start on the project now then.”I nervously suggested.

“Oh baby girl, I had other things in mind that we could do.” He said in a hushed tone.

That one sentence in no way sounded innocent. Lord please help me right now, I know I haven’t been the most  perfect person on earth but I try. In times like these I knew I should have always cleaned my room when my mom asked. I wasn’t prepared to die today! I still have many things I want to do for example go to Canada! I hear it’s extremely beautiful there.

I was cut from my mental ranting when I heard loud laughter in front of me.

“Chill baby girl, I’m not going to kill you or anything like that.” Derek said chuckling.

“Okay that’s good to know.” I breathed out with relief.

Suddenly the mood in the room seemed to change. I looked up at Derek and he was slowly walking towards me with predator-like eyes. He pulled me close to his chest and brought his lips to my shoulder.

“Hey Derek, what happened to not killing me.” I squeaked out.

“I told you I’m not… I simply just want to taste you baby.” He said before sucking and nipping on my neck.

“Derek, what… what’re you doing?” I moaned out.

Sweet baby Jesus, is this what heaven feels like because if it is good-bye cruel world and hello to a blissful paradise.

He then slowly slid his hand down my back and squeezed my ass, which caused me to press myself against him even more.

“Babygirl, I should probably stop now because I don’t think i’ll be able to stop later.”

“Hmm, what?” I said in a daze.

“I said i’m going to stop now because my control is withering to nothing.” Derek said pulling away.

I looked up to his beautiful brown eyes and snapped back to reality. I felt my eyes widen and my face turn as red as a tomato.

“Uhhh, I’m sorry I don’t know what came over me there.” I awkwardly laughed out.

“It’s fine I always have that effect on the ladies.”

Oh, that comment kind of stung it made me realize I might not be all that special to him.

“Ha, it’s fine but may I use your restroom?”

“Sure.” Derek answered and pointed to the door.

I quickly walked in and shut the door close. Maybe if I splashed some water on my face i’ll calm down. I opened the tap and glanced at myself in the mirror. Wait, what’s on my neck? No no no no, is this a… a fucken hickie?! Oh that little shit is going to get it. With new found confidence I slammed the door open.

“Derek Luh! Where the hell are you?!”

“I’m right here, what’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong?! What’s wrong with you?! A hickie? A fucken hickie is on my neck you asshole.”

Derek bursted out in laughter, “That’s why you’re mad?”

“Yes! People are going to think i’m some whore?!” I cried out in anger.

“No they’re not, i’ll make sure of it. Although I did warn you earlier that you were mine.” He said in a ‘duh’ tone. I simply glared at him unsure of what to do in the moment.

“Can you just take me home, I have to find a way to hide this for tomorrow.”

“Babe, you’re being overdramatic.” He replied in a bored voice but then straightened up when he saw I was serious.

“Okay okay, fine.” He finally complied and held his hand in surrender.

***

When Derek dropped me off I noticed my mom was home, which made me regret coming home this early. Shit, she was going to kick my ass when she saw this thing on my neck. I finally reached the front door and walked inside.

“Evelyn? Is that you?”

“Yes ma, it’s me.”

“Come here sweetie.” Shit I thought, I’m literally walking to my own death. Goodbye world it was nice while it lasted.

“Evelyn, why are you holding your neck. Stop doing that you weirdo.”

“Uhh I’d rather not.”

“Are you saying no to me?” My mom asked in tone that said ‘if you don’t put your hand down I’m going to kick your ass’ . Slowly I let go and silently waited for her response.

“What the hell is on your neck?”

“Well you see it’s uhhh-’

“Hurry up and tell me!” She said annoyed.

“Ash punched me in the neck today!” I quickly exclaimed.

My mom looked at me in shock and said, “Geez I always knew that girl was a bit crazy.”

What? she actually believed that. Nice. “Yeaah she kind of is, well I have to go study. Bye!” I rushed out of the kitchen with only one thought which was ‘I was going to get revenge on Derek’.

anonymous asked:

Can you do a modern AU where Miller and Bellamy both think Jasper is dating Monty/Clarke (respectively) Then when they talk about it they argue because they both think Jasper is dating their crush but they see they were mad at Jasper for no reason?<3

So, I ended up switching Jasper for Raven, mostly because I see the Clarke/Raven chemistry more than the Clarke/Jasper. I hope you still enjoy, anon! I’m always down for Miller and Bellamy failing at life.

AO3!


If Nathan Miller had his way, he would never get another crush in his life.

He doesn’t, broadly speaking, have anything against romance. He likes being in relationships. He enjoys intimacy and closeness, likes cuddling and sex and having someone to think of as his. If he could just always have a boyfriend, he’d be pretty happy.

It’s the feelings that get him. If there’s one thing Nate hates, it’s the long and painful process of meeting someone, and then falling for them, and then having to figure out if they’re into guys generally, or him specifically, and if that’s enough to make them both want to attempt to be in a relationship.

“Yeah,” says Bellamy. “Meeting other people is the worst.”

He makes it sound like sarcasm, but Nate knows Bellamy hates it as much as he does. “Because you haven’t been pining away for a girl who’s taken for months,” he shoots back.

“I’ve only been pining away for a girl who’s taken for like a week,” says Bellamy. “Before that I was pining for a girl I didn’t know had a girlfriend. Totally different.”

“My bad.”

Bellamy sighs, leans back and closes his eyes. “So, tell me about the crush. You want to do my hair while you do it? It’s getting pretty shaggy. I bet you could braid it.”

“Just say you want to gossip,” Nate says. “I’m not telling you shit unless you admit you care about my feelings.”

“So much. Is he cute? Do you have pictures?”

“No, because I’m not a fucking creep.” He sighs. “He’s the new IT guy at work. He’s really fucking cute. And smart too. I’m not bad with computers and he can run rings around me. I bet he runs Linux.”

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