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Phil Lester: I love you.

AN; This was a request, I know it’s probably not that good but I hope you enjoy it none the less! Whatever anyone is going through, you will get through it, I know it’s easier said than done but if you can make it this far, through everything this world throws at you- you can get through this. We will always be here if you need to talk. -Jade xx

“You do absolutely nothing in this house! You’re worthless! Get out of my sight!” She screams yet again as she gets up in my face, I can feel the tears stinging my eyes and the quivering of my bottom lip as the words lodge themselves into my mind like squalid bullets fired from the pits of hell. I bite back the urge to break down where I’m stood, and silently turn away from her walking towards the front door of what used to be my home, now it’s just a place to stay- ever since SHE appeared.

How can one woman be so evil? So cold? I know she uses my dad, he has money- she wants it, she doesn’t love him, not like mum did. Maybe he’s too afraid of ending up alone to see that she only wants him for money, but he’d always have me… I guess I’m not enough… Those thoughts, you know the kind, those thoughts that take over every aspect of your life, take everything light and good- destroying it and dragging you into the depths of darkness- begin to flood my brain like a tap left running. It’s happening again, I’m falling back into the abyss, the abyss I’ve tried so hard to crawl out of, I’m being dragged back down by every fowl mouthed word- every thought and notion.

I walk out into the cool night air, closing the door gently behind me. The wind whips and ravages at my bare arms sending waves of goosebumps over my skin; the sky above is a deep ebony, flecked with a gentle dusting of silver stars that glimmer and sparkle in the lack of light. Wrapping my arms around myself I begin to walk, my legs shake as if they may give way at any second but I push on. I don’t know where I’m going, but anywhere has to be better than here.

The streets are empty barring the odd street cat bolting from the bushes of a neighbourhood garden scaring the shit out of me, it’s unsettling the quiet of night, the never ending silence that is so wild yet so tamed. A shiver runs up my spine, something just doesn’t feel right, I pick up my pace despite my legs feeling like lead, maybe being murdered wouldn’t be such a bad thing. Let’s just hope I cross the path of an axe murderer on my wanders.

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Time and street lamps pass by in a blur as I wander from street to street, not really going anywhere in particular, not until I realise where I am, the steps I’m heading up. It’s like I have no self control, my hand raises and taps on the door- there’s no way he’ll answer at this time- whatever time it is. I hear a low clunking noise as the lock on the door is released allowing it to swing open revealing a wall of blinding white light; I squint allowing my eyes to adjust to the brightness, through blurred vision i see his wonderful face, oh what a sight for sore eyes!

At first glance Phil gasps pulling me into the warmth of his hallway, and it’s not until his thumbs run across my cheeks that I realise I’ve been crying this whole time. Without a word I’m pulled into a tight embrace, my jagged breathing slows as I breath in his warm scent, I feel myself become exhausted as I slump against his towering frame. Eventually we pull away, no words are exchanged but all it takes is one look for him to guide me into the living room, he disappears off to the kitchen as I take a seat on the sofa, curling up in a ball as a fresh army of tears fall from my reddened eyes.

When Phil returns he places two cups of tea onto the coffee table. Sitting down beside me, he pulls me onto his lap; he holds me tight rocking back and forth as I listen to the steady thumping of his heart beat. I could stay like this forever. Eventually my tears are no more than stains upon my rosy cheeks, my sobs no more than quiet sniffles. I raise my head to look up at him a sad smile resting on my lips, “thank you” I whisper with a sore voice, he smiles back, running his hands through my hair.

“I love you, you’re never going back there Y/N, you deserve to be where you are loved. And that’s here” he replies before lowering his lips to yours, capturing them in a loving kiss.

“I love you” I whisper, kissing him once more, when I’m with him my problems somehow manage to melt away- like there’s only me and him on the whole planet. I wouldn’t mind that. In fact I’d love to spend the rest of eternity with only him, on our own little planet away from the scourges of reality. He’s my angel. He’s my Phil.

We both cuddle back down on the sofa, whispering sweet nothings to each other until we both fall asleep.

Phil is my family.

I love him with every part of me.

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can you do one with phil and the reader is all sad and depressed and has a bad depressive episode bc her dads girlfriend is an asshat so they cuddle and cry together sorry i'm just sad

Of course! I'll have it up as soon as possible, and I hope you feel better soon, be strong - Jade xx

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Dan Howell: I'm not jealous.

The sun is beaming from the heavens, sending a breathtaking array of magnolia, satsuma and crimson hues beating down upon you and the park around you. The sky is cloudless: a pale, watery blue expanse of perfect nothingness; the innocent chatter of children fills your ears, as a slight breeze weaves between the ancient trees lining the pathway you and your boyfriend Dan stroll along.

Dan outside?! Flipping hell it must be a miracle!

You’d managed to drag him out of the house on this rare occasion, surprisingly he didn’t argue- well considering it’s your one year anniversary he should be happy to spend the day with you, instead of cooped up in his bedroom scrolling through the very depths of tumblr…

There’s a silence between you, but not the awkward kind of silence you’d find on the underground, a comforting silence met by mutual understanding of one another- almost as if you’re speaking without words. Your fingers are intertwined with his, the both of you looking around at the beauty of spring emerging from every corner of Hyde park. You wish you could do this more often… But with Dan always busy with either the radio or YouTube, there’s never any time.

“It’s such a lovely the day!” You exclaim quietly, “not as lovely as you Y/N” Dan smirks as you visibly cringe, “that was so cheesy! You put cheddar to shame!” You laugh and so does he. You reach a bench sitting down on it along with Dan, he removes his hand from yours, instead wrapping his arm around your shoulder. That comforting silence settles over the both of you once more, you rest your head on his shoulder breathing in the fresh scent of the flowers and emerald grass: if only you could stay like this forever! Minutes pass by without a word being uttered by either of you- that is until a familiar voice calls your name.

“Y/N?! Is that you?” A male voice calls from behind, your head shoots up in recognition of the voice, you turn your head almost quick enough to give yourself whiplash. There he is: Bryce Cook, your childhood best friend (and maybe crush oops…), your eyes widen to the size of golf balls as you leap up from the bench leaving a rather confused and upset Dan behind. You run up to him as he opens his arms for you, you leap up wrapping your arms and legs around him in a very much missed hug. You burry your head in his muscular neck, breathing in that musky scent he’s always had… boy you’ve missed him! Finally you both pull away, and much to your guilt, completely ignore Dan- but, come on, you can spend everyday with Dan, you haven’t seen Bryce in years!

“Gosh Y/N I haven’t seen you in forever!” He beams at you, and you can’t deny the childish grin that spread across your face; he’s incredibly good looking, he always has been cute, however now he’s undeniably HOT, although you do not find him as attractive as you do Dan. “I know right! You’re looking well Bryce” you grin, he chuckles blushing slightly, “you’re looking as beautiful as ever Y/N” he says rubbing the back of his neck. Dan has been listening in on the whole conversation, watching you both quietly but at that he can’t help the surge of anger that rushes through him, he stands walking over to where the both of you are stood talking and wrapping a protective arm firmly around your waist; you look up at Dan smiling, blissfully unaware of his intentions. “Oh! How silly of me, Bryce this is my boyfriend Dan, Dan this is my old friend Bryce” you introduce them both, “you assuming my age Y/N?” Bryce jokes in a rather flirtatious manner while completely ignoring Dan, you laugh at his silliness a slight blush creeping onto your cheeks.

After another few minutes of Bryce flirting way too much, Dan has finally had enough. “Y/N darling I think it’s about time we get going” he speaks sweetly through gritted teeth, you look up at him a minuscule amount of sadness resting on your features. You don’t argue, “well it was nice seeing you again Bryce, but we must be off” you smile though it does not reach your eyes like it had before, Bryce simply nods “maybe we could meet for coffee soon, have a proper catch up?” He offers, Dans grip on your waist tightens slightly and you finally realise his discomfort, “Maybe, I’m sure you can find me on Facebook if needs be” you let Bryce down gently before bidding your farewells.

As you and Dan walk away, Dan spins you to look at him before leaning down and kissing you with a passion you’ve never seen before, when you both break away he looks deeply into your eyes “I love you Y/N” he says and you can’t help the smirk that creeps onto your lips, “I love you too Dan… you were so jealous of him” you add shoving him slightly. Dan scoffs, taking his hand in yours as you continue to walk, “I was not jealous”.

AN; short and sweet? Hopefully you'll enjoy it -Jade xx

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Steve Rogers: Baby.

Pregnancy is both a wonderful and terrible thing. Wonderful? Well what can be more magical than creating new life with the person you love beyond belief, the person you want to give everything to. Terrible? Everything else: the aches, the cravings and pains, the mood swings…

You’re 8 and a half months pregnant and currently feeling like a beached whale sat on the sofa of the Avengers tower, watching reruns of Friends with Natasha. Your husband Steve is away on a mission, the worst part is you haven’t got a clue when he’s going to be home and that scares you considering you’re ready to pop. Feeling a surge of pain you place your hands on your swollen stomach rubbing it tentatively, “gosh Nat, I’d never have signed up to this whole baby thing if I knew it’d be this painful” you chuckle and so does she, “well that’s your own fault Y/N, at least it’ll be worth it when it comes, I still can’t believe you don’t know what gender it’s going to be” she smiles at you, you smile a little too, “you know me Nat, all about the element of surprise” you wince again as another surge of pain runs through you, Nat’s smile turns into a face full with concern “are you alright?” “I don’t know, I’ve been getting surges of pain all day and they keep getting worse” you explain still rubbing your stomach.

Nat looks deep in thought but doesn’t say anything. You move to get up, shuffling awkwardly to the edge of the sofa; “I’m gonna make a cup of tea, do you want one?” You ask as you finally manage to get up, Nat shakes her head politely and you smile walking over to the kitchen. As you’re grabbing a cup out of the cupboard another wave of pain like no other hits you causing you to drop the cup, making it shatter all over the worktops and floor; you can’t focus as the pain is so excruciating. Nat bolts into the kitchen and over to you, “Oh my god! Are you okay?!” She practically shouts, you can’t think it hurts too much, then you feel something warm and wet run down your leg making your eyes go wide. “Nat…” you croak still bent over in agony, Nat helps you straighten up “what is it Y/N?” She asks cautiously, “I need to go to the hospital… my water’s just broke…” you say surprisingly calmly considering you’re having a meltdown on the inside.

And that’s when you see the most calm and collected person you know break into undiluted panic, with a shrieking yell she begins to guide you to the elevator not bothering to alert the other Avengers. “There’s a bag ready in my room, would you be able to get it please” you say through gritted teeth as another wave of hell hits you, Nat let’s go of you in a frenzy running off down the halls of the tower and returning moments later with the bag you had prepared ready for this day…

•

God you wish Steve was here, how can you be taking this alone! You throw your head back against the hospital bed as another contraction hits you like a tonne of bricks. You panic as tears flow from our eyes- not because of the pain, though it is tear worthy, but because you’re absolutely terrified. You can’t do this. You really can’t, you can’t do this alone. Of all the days and all the times it had to be now. WHY THE HELL DID STEVE TAKE THAT MISSION! HOW THE HELL CAN HE MISS THE BIRTH OF HIS OWN CHILD!

You whimper as the midwife encourages you to push, Nat is in the waiting room as you insisted to do this alone, along with the other Avengers who eventually had been notified. “I-I can’t do this, I can’t” you cry out, the midwife continues to encourage you as you push with all your might. And then you push again feeling everything drain from your body making your eyes shut, the room is silent for a moment before loud screams fill the room. You did it. That’s your baby screaming, you sigh deeply as the tiny baby is placed on your chest for the first time.

“Congratulations Mrs Rogers, you have a healthy baby boy” the midwife smiles, your heart flutters and swells as you lay your eyes on your whole world, you’ve created this tiny human being… The midwife then takes him from you so he can be cleaned up and weighed, and so you can be sorted out a little. <br> <p><p><br> Heaven almighty you did it.

•

Steve runs into the hospital waiting room to be greeted by the other Avengers, his face filled with panic and self loathing for not being here sooner; “any news?” He pants still in his battered uniform, the group shake their heads causing his heart to drop- is something wrong?!

He moves quicker than lightning to your hospital room, gently opening the door to feel his heart almost burst from his chest. There you are.

There you both are.

You lay in the hospital bed holding a tiny bundle, you look up at Steve smiling tiredly “better late than never Mr Rogers” you chuckle slightly, Steve moves further into the room closing the door behind him. He could cry. You did it. He walks over to the bed taking a seat in the chair beside you, he stares at the small baby held within your arms unable to take his eyes off of the beauty of such a miracle. “Say hello to our little boy Stevie” you whisper, Steve looks up at you with tears streaming down his own face, “I- oh my…” no words can describe how he feels right now.

“Would you like to hold your son?” You ask holding him out to Steve, with shaking arms he allows you to place the tiny being in his arms. He can’t hold back the sob that emerges from his lips as his heart swells to the point of bursting. How can he have so much love for two people? Taking one look at the little boy cradled in his arms he can’t help but ask “have you named him?” It comes out in barely a whisper as the child squirms lovingly in his arms with closed eyes, you smile gently placing a kiss on Steve’s cheek, “his name is James Buchanan Rogers” Steve looks at you with eyes that almost pop out of his head, “I know how much Bucky means to you, he’s been the only family you’ve ever really had, and besides I like the name” you laugh a little at the look upon Steve’s face. “I love you so much Y/N, and you little James, I promise I will protect you with every ounce of my being” he says to the baby as his minuscule hand wraps around Steve’s thumb.

Welcome to the world baby James.

AN; we are incredibly sorry for the lack of updates but as we've probably said a billion times before (I know we're like a broken record) school is a bitch! But all is not lost! I will be writing a lot more on here (for a change), I'm feeling like it's what I owe to you all so don't be afraid to drop a request anywhere you see fit! -Jade xx

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Hello Dearies! I have a rather weird question. You all were tagged in a Steve Rogers x reader fix called Never Let Me Go and I for the life of me can't find who wrote it. Do you all remember!? Thanks!!

Yes I know it, its by @fvckingbuckyandsteve and you can find it here: http://fvckingbuckyandsteve.tumblr.com/post/154104406297/never-let-me-go-the-series

I like this series too!

~ Abi

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Masterlist

Series

Pasties Can Hurt Sometimes (Dan Howell): Part1 Part2 Part3 Part4 Part5 Part6

Others

Dan Howell:

His First Time

Netflix And Dan & Phil 

Just Friends?

Phil Lester:

The Boyfriend Tag

Troye Sivan:

Turning For You

Harry Styles:

When YouTube Meets Superstar

New Years Kiss 

The Truth 

Saint Baints

One Direction One shots

Michael Clifford: 

Seduction 

Requests

Harry Styles: 

Stress Overload

YouTube Trivia 

Letting Go 

Rekindling Romance

Liam Payne: 

Mistakes Lead to Pain

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A/N: in honour of over 300 notes I extended this a little more :) [N/N] means your nick name. If you want little gif posts again tell us!

Your phone buzzed at another twitter notification, you usually ignore them, but as your eyes lazily glanced over the screen you discovered that it was none other than Dan Howell, tagging you and your mutual friend Tyler Oakly. You quickly swiped your screen and scrolled through twitter to find his sarcastic comment. And when you did you liked it and shook your head as you smiled to yourself.

Your fingers traced out your witty reply as you laughed at your own joke, and you tweeted it – waiting for the boys to reply. You received a lot of replies from phans and all your followers. And at the bottom was one from Tyler.

“@[your twitter name] Bring it [N/N]. Me and @danisnotonfire can take you”

You knew it was a joke. You had a mini feud going on that somehow started over all three of you fancying the same celebrity. You often tweeted each other so this wasn’t a random occurrence, and you actually had a group chat for it, which was currently being spammed of silly gifs by the boys.

Suddenly, an idea came into your head.

You should make a video…

So, you ignored the chat and set up your camera.

***

Later that evening you tweeted that you had uploaded a video titled “This means war”, and in the video, you told funny stories from meeting up at vidcon, and the beginning of your little feud.

When you tweeted, you didn’t tag your friends, you left the implication, and you laughed at the replies you received.

Deciding that was enough for tonight, you closed your laptop and went to watch a movie.

***

Almost a month later you receive another notification from Dan's twitter. This tweet tells everyone that he and Tyler just reacted to your video for the first time.

You leaped from your sofa and ran to your laptop to play the video.

And you watched your friends laugh jovially at old stories you told, with a huge smile on your face.

Imagine Dan and Tyler reacting to your video about them

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Vision imagine.

NewYork: the city of endless grey now dusted in a blanket of shimmering white. The snow crunches beneath your winter boots, you pull your jacked closer around you as windswept flurries of white whip through your hair, the bitter cold nipping at your rosy pink cheeks. Normally you wouldn't dare venture out of the comfort of the Avengers tower in such weather but Christmas shopping called and despite your hatred for it, it had to be done. The towering body of your home comes into sight much to your relief, if you're out here any longer you may turn into a snow woman! With new found energy you pick up the pace of your walk; you're a few hundred metres from the tower when a figure as hard as stone comes crashing into you sending you toppling into the freezing snow, the figure doesn't move like expected- instead pinning you to the icy concrete with an iron grip,  instinctively you call out at the top of your lungs "Help!" A gloved hand is clamped over your mouth before you have chance to call again. Seconds later the male is thrown from your own body, you don't even have time to react as your soddened body is lifted from the pavement. With eyes as wide as jam jars you look up at your saviour- Vision?! He looks down at you concerned, "are you okay Miss Y/N? Are you hurt?" He begins to question but you cut him off "I'm fine thank you, just a little shaken... you don't have to carry me you know" he doesn't listen to the last part of your sentence as you enter the Avengers tower. He continues to hold you until you reach the lounge where the rest of the Avengers sit watching tv- well they are until you appear with Vision. "What are you doing?" Natasha asks with a sly smirk, you roll your eyes dropping the shopping bags to the floor "Vision saved me from some weirdo" you say nonchalantly, "and he's carrying you because?" Steve interjects, "I believed for the well-being of miss Y/N it would be beneficial to alleviate her from further trauma by carrying her" Vision states awkwardly... you can feel his android heart pounding against his chest- is he nervous? Why would he be nervous? "Sure thing buddy, sure thing" Clint says somewhat knowingly which only confuses you further... • It's late evening and you've just finished wrapping all of the Christmas presents when you hear a knock on your bedroom door, "come in!" You call shoving the presents under the bed beside you, Vision walks in holding a small neatly wrapped box and a nervous expression written upon his face. "Oh hi Vision, how can I help you?" You ask happily, standing up and sitting on your bed gesturing for him to sit down which he accepts taking a seat beside you; "I have something for you, I know it isn't Christmas yet but I needed to know something" he says holding out the small gift box for you to take, you gently take it from him "you really didn't have to get me anything love" you say looking at him "I wanted to". You slowly untie the red ribbon being careful not to ruin it, before gracefully unwrapping the paper to reveal a velvet box; opening up the box reveals the most stunning necklace with a diamond infinity pendant hanging from it. Tears form in your eyes, nobody has ever done anything like this for you before... you raise a shaky hand to your mouth as a single tear slips down your cheek, "do you not like it?" Vision asks and you almost choke "n-no I love it... nobody has ever done anything so wonderful Vision... it's beautiful" you whisper, he smiles wiping the tears from your cheeks with his thumb, "something beautiful for someone beautiful" he says before leaning in, you too find yourself leaning in and when your lips touch they are surprisingly warm and soft... it's perfect... and in that moment you realise you like Vision... "I really like you Y/N" "I really really like you Vision"

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Imagine Danny planning a beach date for you

“Danny, where are you taking me?” You giggled as he led you by hand to some unknown destination.

After school, Danny had grabbed you and led you to his car, Greased Lightning, and when you were both of you seated in its seats, he started driving, not once telling you where he was driving to.

“It’s a secret. Just wait a few more minutes. We’re almost there,” He told you as he keeped his eyes on the road. Letting out a playful sigh at his response, you just relax in the passenger seat and listened to the music coming from the radio.

You had been dating Danny for five months and those months had been the best so far. He had been so sweet with you and if anybody spoke bad about you, he was already ready to defend you. Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t noticed Danny had stopped the car.

“We’re here.” Danny told you. Looking at the window, you saw a picnic basket sitting on a blanket while being surrounded by candles. Gasping, you looked at Danny while smiling.

“Danny, we’re at the beach.”

“Yea, I remember you telling me that you love the beach so I set this up for our date.” He told you while scratching the back of his neck.

“Oh Danny, thank you!” You leaned in and gave him a quick kiss. “You’re so wonderful to me!”

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Wattpad

So weve been quite inactive lately (sorrryyy!!!!)

But we have been updating on wattpad

Abi: @fandom-slut

Jade: @professionallygeeky

we each have books and music to my ears is currently on chapter 18! Jade has a oneshot book she has been working on too.

Were sorry, I will try and have some form of oneshot up here soon.

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Ships!

We’re trying to think of new imagines and they’ll be coming soon but until then send us an ask telling us things about yourself. Tell us what you look like, what you like to do and what your personality is like. Also tell us if you want a specific fandom and what gender if you thats what you want :)

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Please understand!

Fanfic writers are real humans!

Sometimes things happen in real life that can effect how we are. This can also cause the writer to lose interest briefly or need to take a break. Listen! When they say no more requests, they mean no more requests! They don’t mean to be rude or selfish, they need to break away for a bit. 

A majority of people who write fan fiction write it because they enjoy it, every time they write they want to make sure it’s the best they can write. This is especially relevant when people request one. I know from my own experience that if i requested an imagine, i would want it to written nicely (i want the writer to enjoy writing it). 

However that is a difficult thing when they aren’t feeling their best or are struggling because ideas and creativity doesn’t flow easily. It’s hard to reply to a request with a no simply because it makes them feel bad for turning you away. 

The moral of this rant is this, 

Please when a fan fiction writer says no more requests because they can’t handle it at the moment, listen! Don’t keep sending them endless requests because it won’t improve the situation! Be patient, they will eventually be ready to write again.

Thank you.

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Thrill Me (1/?)

Title: Thrill Me (1/?) [The series]

Pairing: Vampire!Bucky x reader

Warnings: Slight Sexual Content, this series is rated NSFW, gore and blood involved 

This is a vampire AU, I’m going to write for Halloween🎃||A few terms you have to know, or you might get confused in this series.

The Apatite Rings: {It’s a vampire’s protection from sunlight, one thing you need to know, in this series, the vampire’s won’t sparkle under the sun, they burn}

Blood Rampage: {This happens every half a century{50 years} to vampires or so, they won’t be able to control themselves with human blood💋, they need to find a human whose bloodline involved the supernatural species, mate with them, bite/mark them, and finally turn them}

Summary: When the coven goes through what they call a blood rampage where all they can do is feed and mark their mate whom they have chosen. And it’s a must, that a vampire must turn their mate into one of them by the first twenty-four hours, else the mate will die. Who will Bucky choose? And how does Steve fit into all of this?

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Nightwing

Your legs ached from walking, seriously regretting the damned heels you wore for work today; you had considered taking them off and walking the remain few blocks back to your apartment barefoot, but with the piercing bullets of rain attacking from the sinister clouds above and the grimy grey pavements that lie beneath you, you had trusted your better judgment and kept them on, despite your feet begging you to do otherwise.

The bitter wind howled, whipping through your untamed hair in a wild frenzy, its icy touch nipping at your exposed skin. Why the hell did you not bring a jacket? You scolded yourself repeatedly for your stupidity.

Today had been completely and utterly shit: you were late for work this morning because you’d missed your bus and as a result your boss had dumped you a load of extra paperwork that he wanted done by tomorrow morning, meaning you’ve had to work extra late tonight just to have it finished, never mind the dick of a coworker who spilt his coffee down your brand new Chanel blouse! And now this. This shitty ass weather, these shitty as streets. To put it nicely you looked like a hot mess. Feeling uneasy alone on these dark backstreets, you force your heavy legs to move quicker.

That sickening sense of being watched floods over you, you slowly turn your head to take a glance behind you only to have yourself slammed against the brick wall beside you. Great. Fucking great. The lazy eyes of some drunk gaze on her, his heavy breathes squalid; “what’s a pretty girl like you doing out alone this late?” He slurs, the grip on your throat tightening slightly. You growl, your blood boiling “listening here you insolent twat, I’ve had the shittiest day in the history of shitty days, you’re gonna let me go so I can go back to my goddamn apartment otherwise I’m gonna make your day as shitty as mine” you utter voice threateningly low, the man laughs audaciously ignoring your previous statement and moving in closer to you.

The grip on your throat was released, you could finally breathe properly again! The sounds of screaming followed by a brutal crack ring through your ears, you look up fearfully to come face to face with a man in a mask.

“Are you okay?” His husky voice asks, you stare at him for a moment in complete bewilderment “who are you?” You ask curiously moving closer to his towering figure, “the names Dick Grayson” he smirks pulling his mask off, your taken back by how handsome he is, you have to restrain yourself from staring. “Well uh- erm- thank you, I’m Y/N” you stutter mentally face palming at how idiotic you sound, “that’s a beautiful name, are you okay? He didn’t hurt you did he?” Dick asks putting a comforting hand on your arm concern written across his features, you smile like a little schoolgirl “it was nothing i couldn’t handle” you shrug it off like it was nothing.

He laughs slightly, shaking his head. “Okay tough girl” he turns to walk away leaving you standing in the middle of the street in the pouring rain. “WAIT!” You call out making him turn around, “will i ever see you again?” You yell over the rain, “I’ll make sure we do!” He calls back, you stand soddened with a huge smile on your face.

Wow…

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Hey

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This is the link to music to my ears. I haven’t posted because I’ve been editing previous chapters so there’s no more terrible mistakes and it flows more. Also on wattpad there’s chapter 5 out already and chapter 6 is coming later i’m just finishing it up. I’m going to be working on a few requests on here and on my main @imeanwhiskermeup so you’ll be updated soon and jade will get the anons request up (x men) soon. If corse were in our last year if school and it’s getting intense and stressful but we are trying. We’re dying for feedback tho guys. Please send us and ask about any fics we’ve ever done and it will make our day and motivate us more. We love to know what you guys think. And we will get requests done if you want those doing also. Finally we have our submission box open. Show us what you have! Everyone gets the credit and it does on our masterlist for everyone to find. Don't forget you can be asked to tagged in anything you want just tell us. Thanks :) ~Abi

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I groan as I follow the stupid sat nav down yet another desolate road. “Not again. This is definitely where I didn’t ask to be” I said to nobody and banged my fist on the dash board. “Right i’m asking someone”

I pulled over and got out the car and walked up to the first door I saw. I waited a few seconds as I sorted myself out and calmed myself down, then I slowly knocked.

Was this a good idea?

I had no time to rethink as a very handsome shirtless man answered the door. He had some blue shorts on that perfectly clung in the right paces and I could see he had a towel in his hand and dropping hair. His eyes were a gorgeous shade of blue and his complexion and hair complimented them perfectly. I couldn’t help but let my eyes wander across his bare muscles.

Crap i’m staring.

“Oh hello-” I said nervously.

“Hey, you’re not from around here are you?” He smiled at me and relaxed his body to lean against the door frame. I smiled back.

“Er- no I was wondering if you could give me some directions?”

“Of corse” then you lead him to your car to get the map and the sat nav to show him. You couldn’t help but be slightly disappointed when he slung the towel over his shoulder.

He drew some directions on to the map but you wasn’t really paying attention you could help but watch him instead of where his hands were pointing. Then he straightened up and smiled.

“Oh thank you so much… er”

“Sebastian” he finished your sentence for you.

“Well thank you Sebastian it was lovely to meet you” i said smiling.

“The pleasure is mine….”

“Oh i’m [Y/N]” all this time and he didn’t even know your name.

“Ahh [Y/N] a beautiful name. It suits you” he smirked.

I dragged my hands to my face to try to cover the blushing.

“Well. Goodbye I guess thank you so much Sebastian really I don’t know what I’d do without you” and then you got into your car and waved as you drove off. Well that was new.

The sat nav screamed some things at me but I didn’t care. I just slowly grabbed the map and looked where Sebastian had told me to go. And I couldn’t help but notice a tiny set of numbers in the bottom left corner. His number. And around it there was “call me if you ever get lost again :)”

I’ve never liked the idea of getting lost until now.

A/N: we will take requests or prompts for actors and fictional characters. You can ask for a reader insert or a specific ship.

Imagine:

Knocking on a stranger’s door to ask for directions when you get lost during a road trip; a shirtless Sebastian opens it.