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You’re My Boyfriend

Prompt: combination of Tim Drake X Reader Reader has a family reunion and promised to bring a nonexistent boyfriend, while planning to suddenly not being able to go, only they now HAVE to go with a boyfriend. They call Tim and the first thing they say is “You’re my boyfriend.” AND How about a fic with Tim and reader where both initially hated each other but over time only realised the sort of ‘hate’ they had for each other stemmed from the very thin chances they have of being with one another? Both believe they can never be with the other for whatever reason and that frustration and sadness just vents out as hatred for the other? Sort of like 'if I can’t have you the fuck you’ sort of thing lmao

Requested by: itsdragonfire13, and ANON

           “You’re my boyfriend.”

           Tim raises an eyebrow before closing the door behind you, “And hello to you too.”

           You wag your finger at him, “No, no time to be cute. I need you to be my boyfriend.”

           “That must be the most romantic statement ever, yet it gives me no needed information.”

           You sigh, “Okay sassy pants, look, there’s this stupid family reunion I HAVE to be at, under punishment of hearing about it for the rest of my life. Originally, Jamie said he would go, but his sister got sick and his parents have to work. So, you’re up slugger.”

           Tim crosses his arms, and says, “I still need a bit more.”

           You sigh, “My mother has been trying to set me up for months, to get her off my back, I told her I’m in a relationship with a guy named Mike. Now she’s insisting I bring him with me to this stupid reunion.”

           “Let me make sure I have this straight. First, I’m your boyfriend, now my name is Mike.”

           You nod, “Yes because you owe me.”

           “I owe you?”

           “Yes, I kept Damian busy last week, remember when you had that headache. You owe me. That kid kicked my butt in training.”

           He sighs, “Fine, when is it?”

           “Thirty minutes, grab your coat Mike, I’m driving.”

    “I can’t believe I’m doing  this.”

    You shrug, “Me either.”

    “After all the hell you put me through!”

    “I know, I know. I owe you one.”

    “Try a million, you owe me a million.”

    You roll your eyes as you follow him out. You and Tim had never been on the best of terms. While the two of you had started the team at the same time, you couldn’t have been more different. You were loud, and often times obnoxious. Tim had often been sullen, and grumpy. It had led to more than a few arguments, and several nearly botched missions.

    You had come to a bickering friendship after Conner and Wally had locked the two of you in a chamber for over a day. After that you had teamed up for revenge, and come to a sort of bickering truce.

    More often than not you found yourself near him. On occasion you’d blush. You weren’t really sure what was happening, but you couldn’t help but think you liked it. 

qualified-trash  asked:

Hold up So how many times could I poke you before you noticed?

“Well that is very dependent on whether I’m looking or not.”

Dark blinked effortlessly.

“If I weren’t looking, hundreds of times, thousands. If I refused to look in one certain direction, you could poke until the day you died and I wouldn’t feel a thing. For anyone confused, Figments do not feel human touch. Our differences in realities and substance make it impossible for human contact to occur with a Figment and leave any sense of pressure or sensation. Ahem, now, if I WAS looking, you would poke me half a time, because while your finger was coming towards me, halfway there, so prepared to finish your task, I would have snatched your wrist and broken your ulna bone before you even attempted to break my personal space.”

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anonymous asked:

Sometimes i just imagine getting drunk with shawn like just fooling around and talking like have such a good time with your other friends and soothing caressing his back and his just gives u a lovey dovey smile

Doing body shots off each other teasingly, flashing tiny yet flirtatious smiles, because you only have the confidence to do so when you’re drunk. 

Having Shawn’s eyes glued to you, when you’re swaying those hips with your friend on the table in tact to the loud music, watching his eyes following your every move, biting into his lip roughly. 

Letting Shawn’s head rest in your lap while talking with your friends, while you slowly run your fingers through his damp messy hair, having his blurry dark eyes gazing up at you, sending you drunken yet loving smiles every once in a while.

Small, innocent kisses tasting of alcohol while your friends aren’t watching, secretly wanting to kiss him with more tongue.

Grabbing each other secretly in the bathroom, touching new places on each other, while feeling the alcohol running through your veins and heating up your body.

And having him give you piggy back rides around the house searching for more alcohol to drink, while laughing and padding the top of his hair saying “we’re going on adventure” 

Let’s talk about sigils!

What is a sigil and how can you use them?

So basically a sigil is like a little symbol charged with magical intent. They tend to have just one (but sometimes multiple) purposes i.e. one sigil will do one thing ***USUALLY*** They’re a super easy way to incorporate witchcraft into your everyday life! Draw sigils on your wrist, or keep them in your wallet or even draw them with your finger when the mirror steams up after having a shower!

How do you draw a sigil?

There are a million and one ways to draw sigils so find a method that feels right for you. Try a few and see what works! This is the method I use:

  1. Write out your phrase of intent - so what you want the sigil to do; for example “I will to be happy”, “I am at peace”, “Protection from negative thoughts”. 
  2. Cross out the vowels and the repeating letters; for example “I will to be happy”, becomes “I will to be happy”
  3. Write out the remaining letters; taking the same example, what should be left is WLTBHPY
  4. Take the shape of the letters, you don’t need to use all of them, but the more the better and try to combine them. Rotate the letters if you need to, elongate certain  lines or make them shorter, you just need the impression of the letters. 
  5. Add what I call “witchy flares” like arrows and circles. These help direct the energy. 

Examples of my own sigils

Any questions? Don’t hesitate to ask! I’m not claiming to be the fountain of all knowledge on sigils but I can certainly give my advice or at least point you to a person who knows more than me haha!

Happy witching!

“Can I request the V3 boys' reactions to their crush confessing their feelings please ?”

I finally got this done bless.

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Dating Suga would include
  • •Stay in in bed on most of his days off
  • •"Jagiya" "What?" "I love you"
  • •even though he has trouble voicing his feelings he tries for you
  • •loving temple kisses
  • •He loves seeing you wearing his shirts and sweaters because to him it's the cutest thing in the world
  • •he loves how his arm fits perfectly around your waist
  • •When it is late and he is working you wait up for him but you fail and fall asleep
  • •when he comes home he smiles at you sleeping on the couch and decides to join you
  • •he loves the way you thread your fingers through his hair
  • •like y'all will be snuggling on the couch and he will grunt and put your hand on his head
  • •tons of loving gazes and gummy smiles sent your way
  • •him quietly rapping with a sexy voice while you lay in bed
  • •He gets teased by the boys because he is such a softy for you
  • •while he is away on tour he skypes you as much as he can and always reminds you that he misses you
  • •him appreciating how you strive to keep him happy and healthy
  • •he loves to trace your lips with his fingers before kissing you
  • •Sexy morning voice
  • •he loves skinship but only behind closed doors
  • •in public he only holds your hand tightly to show you are his
  • •lip biting during kisses
  • •"y/n" "Yes?" "Lets take a bath"
  • •he loves when you wash his hair and he loves to run his hands over your body in the warm water
  • •it is romantic but can get sexual real quick
  • •languid love making
  • •he isn't really kinky but he got a few kinks and is occasionally rough but makes sure you are okay
  • •he loves leaving love marks on your collar bones and your hips
  • •late night dates
  • •it will be midnight when he will call you and ask you to meet up
  • •He LOVES listening to you talk because he loves hearing your voice because it's like music to him
  • Arguments are explosive because you both are stubborn
  • •once he is calm he would look for you to say sorry and find you asleep with tear stained cheeks and his heart would break
  • •the next day he would make it up to you
  • •he loves having you close because you are his world
  • •he accidentally blurts out how badly he wants to marry you in the near future and would be surprised when you agree and he couldn't help but let his heart hammer in his chest so full if love
Four Wants

I want to write you symphonies and soliloquies and sonnets,

I want to show you what your beauty can create,

I want to prove to you that from those eyes stars are made,

I want to behold you and never have to look away

I want to write you the words I think when gazing at your face
Wonderful , beautiful, incredible, grace

I want to show you how perfectly you fit in my embrace
Your head in my neck, and a smile on my face

I want to prove to you that your fingers cast fires on my skin
Sparks from fingertips that warm the blood within

I want to behold you for both our lifetimes at least
Because there’s no one else I want to spend the bad months with

Beautiful [a Sebastian Smythe imagine]


a/n: i tried, hopefully its good? *cringes* AND YOU ARE ALL BEAUTIFUL, OKAY? BYE


It isn’t like Sebastian doesn’t see you, right? After all, you are his girlfriend. He sees you- touches you on a daily basis! He has to notice that you’re, well, a bit chubby, right?

Frowning, you attempt to button your jeans yet again, huffing out a frustrated sigh when they just don’t reach. They fit a few months ago! Through the mirror’s reflection, you squint at your stomach, as if it will disappear if you do it long enough. Sucking in a large breath, you reposition your fingers on the black fabric. “Come on, come on, come on!” you hiss while you stretch the fabric.

It still doesn’t work! Your eyes start to water, peering at yourself, lower lip quivering. You can’t even get your pants on, what’s Sebastian going to say?! He’s bound to notice if you don’t have pants! Oh, what are you going to do? “Hey, babyyy- why aren’t you ready yet?” the Warbler frowns, light green eyes roaming your body. “Why are you naked?” he asks, cocking his head.

Immediately, you grab your shirt, hiding your upper body from his gaze, sniffling slightly. “W-why are you early?” Sebastian furrows his thick eyebrows, glancing at the clock. He’s actually a bit late. “Oh…um… I can’t go to your concert… I’m sorry…” you whisper, eyes focused on the ground.

“Why not?” he questions in a soft tone, thumbing the button on his navy blazer. Then he notices the pile of clothing scattered across the floor. His plump pink lips tilt downwards while his dress shoes leaves indents in the carpet. “Why do you do this to yourself?” he mumbles, cradling your cheeks in his palms. Those bright hazel orbs shift to look at you, thick eyelashes fanning across his pale skin.

Here comes the rain again. Blinking back salty tears, you shake your head, wrapping your fingers around his wrist. “Why are you with me?” you swallow, sighing. “I’m not… I’m fat, Sebastian.”

“Excuse me, I don’t like that kind of talk.” Sebastian bites, narrowing his eyes at you playfully. Gulping, you try to avoid his gaze. “You are not fat, okay? I don’t want to hear that come out of your mouth again. You are… God, you are so sexy…” he nibbles on his bottom lip, wagging his eyebrows. A small laugh bubbles out of your mouth. “And I need my sexy girlfriend to come watch me perform. It’s good luck, you know. And after? I’m gonna show you off.” he says smugly, shifting his head to the side. His striped tie wrinkles with the movement.

With a little blush, you hide your face in his navy blazer. Why is it that he always knows what to say? “I…I have nothing to wear though…”

The Warbler instantly heads to the closet, slicked back locks shining under the lights. His nimble fingers card through your clothing. “Wear this, babe.” He holds up a flowy lavender dress, walking over to you. “It’s my favorite; hugs all your curves just right.” Sebastian smirks. Maybe one day you’ll see how beautiful you really are. But until then, Sebastian can remind you.

Coming Home

Originally posted by moosamuel

Pairing: Sam x Reader x Cas
Word count: 557
: Anonymous. Could you please do a oneshot with Cas x reader x Sam where they’re cuddling and it’s just really cute?? I’m in desperate need of cuddles. Especially from them

This is Our Life

Yawning, you walked into your room, smiling as you saw your husbands. “I can’t believe she’s a year old already.” You sighed, crawling into between them. Your head was on Cas’s chest, your hand on his stomach.

Sam chuckled, putting his book down before rolling to his side. His arm went over yours, his fingers lacing together with yours on Cas’s stomach. He kissed between your shoulder blades, smiling. “I love watching you with them.” He told you lovingly.

“I’m not having another for a long time, Sammy.” You teased him. “No matter how much you butter me up.” You knew he was play pouting behind you, judging by Cas’s chuckling. You smiled up at him. “Same goes for you, mister.”

Cas grinned. “Okay.”

Your head was on Cas’s lap as you watched a movie with the kids. His hand was on your barely there bump, his thumb rubbing it gently. “I know you’d give in.” He teased you.

Looking up at him, you stuck your tongue out at him. “Not my fault I married such convincing men.” You laughed. “Making me melt by being so cute with the kids.”

Hearing the door open, both kids shot up, running towards the door. Max was 5, and Eliza was just over a year and a half. Now, here you were, 16 weeks pregnant with your 3rd. You looked over, smiling as you saw Sam walk in holding both kids. “There’s my beautiful wife, and handsome husband.” He grinned, setting the kids down. Once they went back to their movie, he moved your feet up long enough to sit down. Putting them on his lap, he started to gently rub your feet, making you close your eyes. “Feel good?”

“Oh, yeah.” You chuckled, blushing.

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Drunk [Rick Grimes x Reader]

Could u pls do one where the reader is younger and has never been drunk or had sex and rick has always been the closest to her and watched out for her. So one night he lets her get drunk at his house while he stays sober to watch after her and she gets wasted and horny and tells him shes a virgin and comes onto him but he keeps saying no bc she’s too young. But she starts taking off her clothes and seducing him and he gives in. Thnk u so much! 💕

OMG, I LOVED this request. Enjoy anon! ❤️

Words: 2,246

Warnings: Smut, Loss of virginity, seduction, oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex, swearing

A/N: Ohhhh dear lord, this is some filth right here! 

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Dark cloud // Conor Maynard

Ever since the start of your relationship with Conor you’d been aware that he suffered from depression. It was something that happened in periods for him, one day he could be completely fine and the next he’d have hit one of his lowest points.

Whenever this happened you never knew how long it’d last: sometimes it would only last for a day or two other times it could last for weeks.

And this was one of those times, Conor had been struggling with his depression for the last 3 weeks and it didn’t seem to be getting any better for him.

It was the middle of the afternoon and you were in bed with Conor. You were sat, leant against the headboard, his head was resting on your lap, face cuddled into your stomach, arms wrapped around your waist and your fingers were softly running through his fluffy hair. The room was silent and there was a slight tension in the air, you knew that Conor had something on his mind and you were waiting patiently for him to tell you.

“Why do you put up with me? I’m such a burden to you especially over these past few weeks,” he finally blurted out, his face staying hidden against your stomach so he didn’t have to look at you.

“Conor look at me,” you told him softly, pulling his chin so he was looking at you. His eyes looked so dull and it hurt you to see him so down when there was nothing you could do to stop it, “I stay with you because I love you, the depression isn’t something you can get rid of so I’ll just do everything I can to support you through the hard times”


“No buts. Look I know that some days are hard and you may feel like the world is against you, trying It’s best to break you and hurt you until you feel completely alone and worthless. I’m going to be there to remind you that you’re not alone and there’s so many people who love you, I’ll be there to remind you of all the good days because even If it feels like things are never going to get better and you’ll be stuck under this dark cloud forever things will always get better. There’s always a sunny day after a storm Conor and I’ll always be there to help you find it.”

You saw his eyes fill with tears and a few escaped, slipping down his cheeks. “I just want it to stop,” he breathed “I want to be able to sleep at night, to be able to feel happy without everything pushing me straight back down moments later, I just want my life to be as happy and perfect as people think it is because it’s far from that,” he cried and your heart broke as you stared down at the beautiful person that life had broken.

He turned his head to hide it against your stomach once more and you could feel his tears making your t-shirt damp. “I know baby, I know” you replied, not knowing what you could say to make him feel better but in all honesty, you didn’t know. So, all you could do was tell him how much you loved him and reassure him that things would get better until they did.

Whalien 52 - Part 7

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His sudden outburst of wanting to call, were tickling your fingers in a speed of beyond. Replying at the fastest, you were quite dizzy. You didn’t understand, what you just said ‘yes’ to. The thought of finally, hearing and getting a name, was too unreal. Seated in your bed, with your duvet cuddled up to your chest, time was ticking. Minutes has passed, and there was still no call.

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Not quite

Written with the prompt “I’m in a bookshop and I really need that book can you get it for me??? Wait you’ve read that book? let’s have an in depth conversation about it.” 

Newt x reader

Master list

Originally posted by newtspatronum

The slick cobblestones slipped under foot as you hurried your way to the rickety almost crumbling library, in the light drizzle that often hung around diagon alley. Hopping up the shallow stone steps, and into the cosy warm library, the comforting scent of old books filling your nostrils as you ran your fingers gently over the spines of the precious books, the heels of your shoes tip tapping on the worn stone floor, as you made your way to the familiar herbology section.

You scanned the shelves, looking for the book that you needed for your research.

You strained your neck, looking to the higher shelves, with a sigh you spotted the acid green leather of the cover. On your very tip toes you reached up, your fingers a breath away from grazing the well-thumbed tomb of information.

“can I get that for you?’ a soft voice asked, as you turned, you found that the owner of the voices was rather handsome in his unusualness. With windswept auburn curls hanging in beautiful sea green eyes, freckles stood stark against his pale skin, one in particular drew your attention, it sat comfortably at the corner of his full lips.

You could feel your cheeks heating up, as you cleared your throat realising that you were staring at this kind stranger. “yes please, if it’s not too much trouble,’  you mumbled a little embarrassed by having to ask for help from a stranger, ‘it’s not a bother’ the gentleman reassured, as he easily grabbed the book that stood high above your head.

He passed the book to you, with a lopsided smile, his long fingers just brushing against your own. A light blush spread across his cheeks , ‘I’ve read that book a few times, was there something in particular that you wanted to find?’ that smile that you found oh so enchanting never leaving his lips.


Have a great day and be safe


HR Wells x Reader Pure, Love

Imagine being in a relationship with HR and just being adorable and innocent with one another…

Holding hands

You don’t know when it happened, but every time you and HR went out to get stuff, whether it was coffee or food, his hand always managed to find their way to yours. His large hand encasing your smaller one, lacing your fingers together, reminding you that he was going to always be by your side.


You liked hugs. You always give everyone a hug when they needed it. But you gave him special hugs. Hugs that reminded him that he needs to be here. Needs to be part of this weird, broken, but strong family. And every time he would return those hugs, knowing that he wouldn’t be anywhere else.


HR loved to cuddle with you, almost all the time. You both could be watching a movie, or just talking to each other. It didn’t matter, as long as he had you in his arms. He felt at peace. A peace that not even Savitar could shatter.


He gave you the gentlest of kisses, not wanting to push you to do something you didn’t want to do. He tends to kiss your forehead and mouth the most, to show that he does want you to stay so he could protect you, but to also shower you with the love that you deserve.

Cisco and Iris had summed up that your relationship, although weird (according to Cisco because he doesn’t know what you see in him) was pure. Made up of pure love, not the physical type of love that people have nowadays.

It’s 4 am and i’m thinking about all the things i never said to you.
I miss the way the light made your lips look
I miss the way you used to trace my veins with your fingertips
I miss the way sleep was pushed through my lips when I whispered your name,
And even though you were asleep I swore I could see you smile.
It’s 4 am and i can’t stop thinking about you.
The feeling of your hair on my face and your breath on my neck and your heart beating against my arm,
The feeling of your fingers in my hair and your eyes on my face
You know, you always woke up before I did.
But it’s been eight months since I’ve really woken up at all.
I can’t seem to find sleep like I used to.
And now it’s 4 am and I’m in a stranger’s bed and I’m laying on his chest but it feels nothing like yours and his heartbeat isn’t lulling me to sleep like yours used to and I can’t breathe properly.
My breath keeps getting caught in my throat but I have to be quiet because I know if I wake him up that he won’t hold me and make me a cup of tea like you used to.
And I know you’ve moved on without me and you’re happy now but I’m not.
And I don’t mean to be selfish but sleeping without you is the worst I’ve ever slept.
It’s 4 am and I wish I never woke up without you next to me.