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Where did you go?

I’m still here 💖. Just haven’t had many requests over the last few months or any decent ideas lately.

*If anyone has any requests feel free to send them cause I have a day off tomorrow with nothing planned*

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Movie Night With Robbie Would Include:

-Setting up lots of blankets and pillows so you have a fort like set up for the night

-More food than the two of you could actually eat

-“Bloody hell. Have you invited the whole street over, Y/N?” when Robbie sees how much food there is

-Lots of cuddles

-Robbie insists on watching at least one horror movie

-“What? No way! You know I hate them”

-Forehead kisses

-“Don’t worry, love. I’ll protect you”

-Hiding your face in his chest

-Him laughing when you get a fright from jump scares

-“It’s not funny!”

-More cuddles

-Mini make out sessions in between movies

-Lots of Disney movies to distract you from the horror movies

-“It’s alright, Y/N. You can sleep if you want to”

-Refusing to sleep because the two of you hadn’t spent enough time together due to Robbie working early mornings and late nights

-Even more forehead kisses

-Did I mention cuddles cause Robbie loves having you in his arms

-Finally giving in to your heavy eyelids and falling asleep with your head on Robbie’s chest

-“Your chest is super comfortable, baby”

-Robbie playing with your hair while the two of you fall asleep

-Being too lazy to go to bed so spending the night curled up in your movie marathon set up

-Moaning about the mess the next morning

-“Next time don’t let me use this many blankets. One or two blankets and the sofa will do just fine”

-Robbie agreeing even though he knows you won’t listen to him next time

-“And not so much food next time either”

-Robbie throwing bits of food at you because “cleaning is boring”

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A/N just a little bit of late night inspired writing session for you all. Going to slowly get back into writing more cause it’s been a hot minute since I’ve posted any imagines.

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So... it’s been a while since I posted on here....

I’ve had a lot going on that’s stopped me from being able to write and post but I’m coming back. I’m finally in a better place where I feel I’ll be able to write and be happy with what I’m writing. So to kick start the return of robbie-kay-imagines, I’ve been thinking of writing a mini series type thing, between 5-10 parts long (or longer if you guys are enjoying it) but wanted to see how you lovely people felt about it? So please let me know and tell me what kind of imagines you’d like to see, wether it’d be more text imagines or more 3rd person p.o.v. imagines, just whatever you’d like to see 🙂

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Can you do a Robbie Imagine were the Reader's Parents are Divorced and They both hate going over to her parents because At Her dads they don't like Robbie but on her Moms side There are multiple girls who flirt with Him?I have searched high and Low to find one and Haven't found a single 'Robbie x Divorced Parents! Reader'.And DAMN IT it gets lonely seeing all the 'Meet my parents all happy and together' and Having Divorced parents in real life.Thank you!

Just posted, hope it's alright! I don't have experience with divorced parents so I hope I didn't offend anyone with what I have written. So it took so long! Hope it's okay... x

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Same shit, different year.

Y/N’s p.o.v. ‘Well, we can’t just ignore them Y/N" it was that time of year, the holidays were fast approaching which meant going to visit each other’s family. “I know that and that’s not what I’m saying, Robbie. Why don’t we just go see your family and send mine a card? There’s always drama when we go see my family and for once I would like to enjoy a Christmas without any issues” I sigh, folding a t-shirt and putting it in my suitcase. “Family is family, Y/N. No matter what” Robbie says watching me from the bed, having finished packing 3 days ago, but as usual, I left until the day before we left. Christmas with my family was never enjoyable, and now that Robbie and I started spending the holidays together Christmas with my family was a dreadful time, for both of us. The holidays with my family got worse when Robbie cane on to the scene, and each year was worse than the year before. “Y/N, we can’t skip out on your parents. It’s rude” “but you don’t want to go either. Why cause trouble when it can be avoided?” “We can’t do that. Yes, things get bad but we can’t just not go and see them” Robbie says rolling off the bed and practicality ‘thumping’ down the hallway. Why would I want to go spend time with a father who disrespects my boyfriend and a mother who has stepdaughters who don’t know when they have crossed the line. Having divorced parents was never fun, but this made it 10 times worse.

***** “You ready to go?” Robbie calls from the kitchen, gathering the last of our bags, placing them by the back door, “as ready as I’ll ever be” Robbie insisted that we leave at 5am claiming that ‘it was better to get an early start and beat the traffic’. It was a 6 hours drive to my dad’s and an additional 3 and a half from there to my mums, so I guess an early start time for our trip is a good idea.

****** Robbie had been driving for 4 hours so we switched over for the last 2 hours. The whole trip I had been trying to convince myself that maybe this year would be different. But as we pulled into my dad’s driveway, that feeling completely disappeared. I felt like my stomach was in a huge lump in my throat. Robbie jumped out of the car, running around to my door, opening it and helping me out. Robbie never let go of my hand, sensing my dread. “Now or never right” Robbie says, tighten his grip on my hand slightly. “I’m going with ‘never’” “Y/N” I sigh, nodding. “Fine” Robbie smiles, “thats my girl”. Walking to the door seemed like the longest walk of my life. I know, I’m being over dramatic, but on the other side if that door, meant nothing but hate and arguments. “Y/N, how are you, darl-oh, I see you bought ‘him’ with you” We haven’t even walked inside the house and the shit had already started.

******* “Have you seen your mother yet?” Dad asks as we sit around the dinner table, waiting for his new wife, Rose, to bring the food out, “Umm, no. Robbie and I are heading to see her after we leave here. It’s easier to come here first since you’re closer” “I see. And then will you go see ‘his’ parents” I sigh, I’m getting sick of this. “Thats enough. ‘His’ name is Robbie. Not 'his’ or 'him’ or 'that one’. Robbie. Say it with me, Dad. I’ll even spell it out for you, R-O-B-B-I-E. Robbie, say it, dad. It’s easy” “Don’t you dare speak to me that way, Y/N. Not in my house” dad says, standing up from the table, a stern look smacked across his face. That’s when you know shits about to get real. “Why should I respect you when you don’t respect the man I love! Robbie doesn’t deserve this. I don’t deserve this. Robbie has been nothing but respectful to you and to your wife and you can’t even give him a single bit of respect. Don’t even bother unpacking the car cause we are not staying. Come on, Robbie. Let’s go somewhere where you’re treated with respect” I say, removing myself from the table as Dad storms off to who knows where. Robbie reluctantly follows me out to the car, “Y/N?” He calls softly, “I mean it, Robbie. I’m not staying in the same house as him. I don’t have to put up with him disrespecting you. YOU don’t have to put up with that” he sighs, “I know you know I’m right, Robbie. That look on your face says everything” he pulls me into his chest, resting his chin on top of my head, “I’m happy that you’re sticking up for me, sticking up for us, Y/N. I really am. But I don’t want to get in the way of your relationship with your dad” We were interrupted when Rose came out of the house. “Oh I’m glad you haven’t left yet. I put some food in these to-go containers for you both. Drive safely alright" Robbie takes the containers while I hug Rose. “Thank you, Rose. I’m sorry dinner was ruined” “Oh dear, I understand why you said what you did. It’s not fair for your father to treat Robbie like that” she says giving Robbie a hug, “maybe next year will be different” I say rolling my eyes, like that would ever happen. “We’ll just have to wait and see. You two better get going before it gets too late. Let me know when you get there okay, I would hate for something to happen to you both” Robbie smiles, getting in the car “Come on, misses. Rose it right” I nod, “coming. Say bye to dad for me, please” I say giving Rose one last hug, “will do, sweet. Stay safe, okay?” I nod softly before getting into the drivers seat of the car.

********* “Can you call my mum and let her know we’re like, 20 minutes away?” I say, taking my phone out of my pocket and passing it to Robbie, “Hi mum, Y/N wanted me to let you know that we’ll be arriving at your house in 20 minutes roughly… yeah, I know. We’ll explain when we get to you. Will do.. Alright, bye” he hangs up and slides my phone back into my pocket, “what did she say “that we are 3 days early. But she’ll have the spare room sorted by the time we get there” I nod, stopping at a red light and looking over at him. “What?” “I love you, Robbie” he smiles, placing his hands on my thigh, “I love you too, Y/N”

******** “My darlings!” My mum yells, rushing out of the house and wrapping Robbie and I in a hug as soon as we reach the front door, “Hi mum” I say as she let’s us go, “how are you both? Ron will help unpack the car” Ron was mums new partner, after dad and the divorce she never saw the need to remarry, atleast not any time soon but I could see she would marry Ron at one point. “We’re both good mum, at least we are now anyway” mum shakes her head “your father, I swear he will always be a pain” she mumbled as she followed us inside.

********* Robbie’s p.o.v. “Morning Robbie!” Samantha, one of Ron’s 3 daughters, squeals as she rushes into the kitchen, “morning, Sam” I say, my ears ringing. We were soon joined by Emily and Lucy, Ron’s other 2 daughters. “Ohh Robbie, I’ve missed you!” Lucy says as she snakes her arms around my waist, locking me in her grip. “Uhh, yeeeaah, I’ve, umm, missed you too?” I say trying to pry myself out of her grip. “Lucy, let him go, Robbie is taking me to the movies!” Emily says, pulling Lucy away from me, 'please hurry, Y/N’ I think to myself as the 3 girls argue over who was doing what with me today. “Morning everyone” Y/N chirps (A/N is that weird to say? Like do people actually say that or no?) as she enters the kitchen, making herself coffee, Samantha, Emily and Lucy all mumbled 'morning’ back not taking their attention away from me.

Y/N’s p.o.v. Go to see my dad, Robbie gets treated like shit. Go to my mums and he can’t be left alone. How has my family not scared him off by that?. Time to save him. “Hey, Robbie. Do you want to head out and do that last little bit of shopping for your family?” “Yes!” Robbie says immediately, standing up from the table. “Lets go then, see you later girls” they all moan as Robbie rushes out to the car, he couldn’t get out of here fast enough. “Makes me sick” I say as I open the car door and climb in. “What does?” “The way dad treats you. The way the blonde squad throw themselves at you. This is why I don’t like going to see my family, as bad as it sounds. But it’s the same shit every year” “hey. Family is family, no matter what they do, Y/N. Let them flirt with me, I only have eyes for you, Love. You’re the one I want, and the only one” Robbie says leaning over from the passenger seat and pecking my cheek, “thanks. But next year, we are only going to see your family” I say, starting the car up. “You say that every year, Y/N!” Robbie says laughing, I roll my eyes as I pull out of the drive way, “I mean it, Robbie” “yeah yeah, same shit different year, I know” he says smirking at me.

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A/N sorry it’s taken so long! I’ve been trying to settle in at uni and it’s taken a lil while to get on top of everything, but I have everything under control and can start writing again. This imagine is kind of on the longer side so I’m not sure how I feel about it but yeah. Hope you like it

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Can you please write one where the reader meets Robbie at a party please? Have a nice day love x

Just posted hope it's alright

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"But, you can't be sad at a party!"

Y/N’s p.o.v. I could barely hear myself thinking over the loud music and the various groups of people trying to talk amongst themselves by yelling over it and each other. I found myself sitting on a bench, between a ridiculous amount of food and enough drinks to keep us hydrated in an apocalypse for years, not that half of everyone here would survive for that long. “Y/N, you doing okay?” Your friend, Y/F/N, says smiling as she pours herself yet another glass of vodka and lemonade, with like 90% vodka. I nod, running my finger over the rim of the plastic red cup, “Yeah. But you left me as soon as people got here, you said you wouldn’t!” I say loudly, trying to talk over the music, failing epically. “I know. But Y/N, there are a lot of people here, I need to make sure I say hello to everyone! Don’t want to be a rude host” I roll my eyes as she dances away from me, disappearing in the crowd. “Great. Alone again” I sigh, tossing my cup into the bin beside me. Robbie’s p.o.v. “So why do I have to come to this party again?“ I ask closely trailing behind Cole, a friend from school who lives next door, "because, Robbie, if I want to get in with Y/F/N, than I need to be the one who takes care of her when she’s too drunk to stand. Her knight in shining armour if you will” Cole says. Y/F/N was hosting this party. And Cole likes Y/F/N. So, wherever Y/F/N is and there’s a party, Cole follows. “Okay, but why do I need to be dragged to this?” “You’re going to be my wingman. Make me sound and look good in front of Y/F/N. Not that I need help to look good, but you catch my drift” “sure” We arrived at Y/F/N’s house to find various groups of people spread throughout the yard. Y/N’s p.o.v. A few hours later and I was still sitting on the bench alone. My plastic cup had been switched out for an empty bottle of who knows what, Y/F/N took the labels off all the bottles saying it would “make things more interesting”, even after I had been protesting, she went ahead and did it anyway. Why am I here? I didn’t want to come in the first place so why am I here. My thoughts were interrupted by a strangely familiar face. “You’re Y/F/N’s friend, right? Is she around?” The boy with sandy blonde hair spoke, taking one of the plastic cups and bringing to his lips, “Uhh, it’s her house. And her party. What do you think?” I say, placing my glass bottle next to my lap. “Fierce. I like it. But, I’m here for one reason and one reason only. Your friend” he says making guns with his thumb and index fingers, before getting lost in the crowd. I shake my head, my eyes focusing on the boy who was next to him. “You gonna start on me and all too?” He shakes his head, “No, wouldn’t dream of it. I don’t even wanna be here” he says, “Robbie? Right? I think we have 4th period English together? Mr Reynolds?” “Uhh, yeah. I sit two seats in front of you” I pat the bench, implying that he jumps up and sit with me. “Y/N. Sorry if I came off as rude just now, I’m not really in the mood to put up with people’s shit. Been a rough few weeks" Robbie looks at me blankly, "but it's a party. You can't be sad at a party!" "You can be if you don't want to be here" "Then why come, Y/N?" I sigh, once again playing with an empty red plastic cup. "Because, Y/F/N thought it would be a good idea for me to come, keep my mind off of everything" he nods softly "so we're both a a party that neither one of us wants to be at?" He says cocking his eyebrows at me, I nod, sighing for what feels like the millionth time tonight. "You want to go get some food? With me?" "I could go for something to eat, yeah" I say nodding, tossing yet another empty cup into the bin beside my feet, "cool" Robbie says doing the same, "help me down please?" I say sliding my butt closer to the edge of the bench and reach my hand out for Robbie to help me down. And from that night, Robbie and I had been best friends ever since. ---------- A/N this is officially my last imagine of 2016! Thank you all for an amazing year! Here's to many more imagines in 2017.

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It is currently 12am on Christmas Day (no joke, I've had to change my time 3 times in this post cause I took so long to write it cause I got distracted by the fireworks) in New Zealand, so I just want to take a moment to say merry Christmas to you all if you're celebrating and I hope everyone is doing well. Also, I'm hoping to get a few more imagines up before the end of the year so, watch this space 🙂

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Can you do a Robbie imagine where you too get in a fight and he hits you but then regrets it and begs you to forgive him. Lots of fluff at the end? P.S. I don't think he would ever do that :D and please there's lots of this on wattpad and tumblr but i would like if it be something new and no copied :D Thanks Love you <3

Just posted, hope it's okay. Xx

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"Hit me again and see what happens"

^important A/N. In no way, shape or form am I encouraging abusive relationships in any way. And in no way, shape or form am I implying that Robbie will hit anyone, including females^

**May contain some strong language that could offend some readers**

Y/N’s p.o.v. “Why don’t you trust me! I swear all you do is watch over me like a hawk, I can’t talk to, let alone even think about talking to a guy, because you get so damn jealous! I’m sick of it, Robbie. He is a friend and you damn well know that!” I yell, probably loud enough for half the neighbourhood to hear. “Don’t you yell at me, Y/N!” “But you can yell at me, right? Cause you’re the man of the house?” “Whatever. Stop trying to make this my fault” Robbie screamed, his fists clenched at his sides. “Oh so what? It’s fucking me fault? It’s my fault that I have male friends? It’s my fault that you’re a dick?” “It’s not that you have male friends that’s the problem, Y/N. The problem is you being a slut” that was it. I understand having fights about these kinds of things but to cross the line and call me a slut… that’s taking it too far. “You know what. Fuck you, Robbie. You need to grow the fuck up and stop acting like a cunt all the time! I swear it’s like living with a fucking child half the time!” he rolls his, clenching his fists harder, “Oh, like you’re such a saint to live with, Y/N!”

******* This argument had been going on for atleast an hour now. “Just run along with your little “boy toy”, if he knew what was best for him, he wouldn’t hang around you!“ “So I can’t have one male friend but you can have countless girls practically throw themselves at you? And you call me a slut. I guess you really are easy aren’t you. They could just bat their eyes are you, smile and twirl their hair and you would be in bed with them. And you have trouble trusting me? Get a fucken grip, Robbie!” I’m surprised the police hadn’t turned up on our doorstep with the way we were going at it. What I was about to say would make things take a turn for the worse, as if our fight wasn’t bad enough already. “You know what? Sometimes I have no fucking idea why I’m even with you. I have no clue anymore. It’s like you don’t even give two shits about me anymore. You have too many Hoes throwing themselves at you, it’s like take a fucking number and wait with you and I’ve had it up to here. Sometimes I wish I could just fucking strangle you cause you drive me up the fucking wall” there are some things you say, and others you keep to yourself, that was one of those things I wish I kept to myself, there was no taking that back. Especially since I had pushed Robbie far enough to hit me. He planted a nice big slap on the right side of my face. His expression instantly changing from anger to sorrow. “Y/N, I’m so sor-” without letting him finish, I ran to our room, tears quickly streaming down my face. “Y/N!” “Leave me alone!” I scream slamming the door behind me, dropping face first into my pillow.

******* Robbie had left me alone to calm down a little bit. In fact, I was almost asleep when he came to check on me. "Y/N, are you okay? I didn’t mean to hit. You know I never wanted to hit you” he says softly as his cracks. “I’m fine. I shouldn’t have pushed you into hitting me. I shouldn’t have said what I did. It’s my fault that you hit me” “Y/N, don’t blame yourself for this. I couldn’t live with myself knowing that you’re blaming yourself for this” “but it is my fault” I only just managed to say as tears ran down my face again, Robbie placed his hand on my thigh, giving it a tight squeeze, “don’t cry, I can’t stand seeing you in pain. Especially since I was the one to cause it. I know it will take time, but please, forgive me. Even if it’s years from now. Please forgive me. With all of my heart, I did not mean to hit you. I hate myself for it, I really do. I just hope we can make it back from this. Maybe not today, or tomorrow, maybe not even next month, but I hope one day, you’ll forgive me” I lay down and pat Robbie’s side of the bed, he smiles in the slightest way before climbing on to the bed and throwing his arm over my waist as he gets comfortable, resting his head in the crook of my neck. “I really am sorry, Y/N. If I could go back and change it or stop it from happening I would” He whispers, interlinked our fingers. “I know Robbie. I forgive you, we were both just letting off some steam and it got the better of us. But, hit me again and see what happenes” I say, closing my eyes to blink back more tears. He kisses my check, tightening his grip on my waist. “Oh don’t worry, I won’t ever hit again. I promise. I don’t want to lose you. Ever” he says, bring my body closer to his. No relationship is prefect, but little moments like these prefect, and that’s all that matters. It was the calm after a storm. And no matter what happened during the arguments we had, we always made things right again. To me, this was a perfect relationship.

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Perfect Christmas is AMAZING thank you so much for writing it ❤ you are an amazing writer 👌😫

I am so thrilled you like it ❤️ and thank you so much 😭 means everything to me that you said that

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"Perfect Christmas"

No particular p.o.v. The thought of waking up to your children climbing all over you in the early hours of Christmas morning trying to wake you as they poked at you practically screaming "Santa has been" at you made your heart skip a beat. And now that your 2 eldest babies were now 4 and a half, they wanted to help their father with the tree. "Alright, come on" Robbie would say digging the box of decorations out of the hall cupboard, the twins' eyes would light up with the excitement of finally being old enough to help, although it was more them getting in the way than it was helping, but Robbie and you didn't have the heart to tell them. Your youngest son, sitting in his baby walker right in front of you, absolutely mesmerized by all the different colour of lights and decorations hanging off the tree. You couldn't help but watch as the 2 year old boy reached for the colourful lights, a small smile pulling at your lips. This would be your second 'first Christmas' as a family, although it would be a '3rd first Christmas' as a family next year as you were a month and a half away from bringing a 4th bundle of joy into the world. Giggles erupt from your daughter as Robbie picks her up so she could put a decoration near the top of the tree, and as soon as her feet hit the ground, she runs over to you with a big smile on her face, telling you about how high up she was, as Robbie chuckles from behind her. Christmas was perfect with just the 5 of you, but you couldn't wait for next year for it to be the 6 of you gathered together on Christmas morning. Once Robbie had finished putting the lights up around the living room, he would join you on the sofa, pulling your youngest son out of his walker and sitting him on his lap as he put one hand around your waist, being protective of your baby bump. The two of you sit and watch the twins fight over where a certain decoration should be placed on the tree. "This is the perfect Christmas, Y/N" "for now, until this little one is here" you say, rubbing your belly. Every Christmas with Robbie was a prefect Christmas, and now being able to share it with your children, that made it even more perfect.

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"My little softie"

Y/N’s p.o.v. It was that point of the day where I just wanted to relax. I wasn’t in the mood to do anything or be around anyone. “Hey, you alright?” My peaceful thoughts were interrupted by Pan, “Yeah, I’m fine. Just wanted a little down time” Pan nods, sitting next to me, stretching his legs out. “If there’s something wrong you can talk to me about it, Y/N” I nod knowingly, “I know, Pan. But I’m fine, like I said, just needed a little down time” “Alright then. Here” he pats his legs, telling me to lay down, I do as he says and sigh happily. I could stay like this forever.

******* “you still awake there, Y/N?” “Yeah, just thinking” I say, rolling over from my side to my back, looking up at Pan. “What about?” “Just how you’re not a bad as people make you to to be” "how so Y/N?" I sit up, turn my body so I'm facing him and cross my legs. "Look, you may be 'top dog' to them, but you're a total softie to me" he raises his eyebrows, questioning me. "What? You want examples, Pan?" He nods "I do actually" "alright, umm, when you talk to me, your voice is soft and gentle, you're not at stern with me as you are with the boys. Sometimes you do that cute little thing where you play with my fingers when we're holding hands. And then when you call me 'shortie' and hug me, you rest your chin on the top of my head" he stares at me blankly, "go on" "alright then Pan. How about when I'm upset or not feeling like myself and we cuddle, you play with my hair. That's my absolute favourite" "Y/N, that doesn't make me a softie" Pan says storming off.

****** I was just about asleep when I felt the bed shift. I feel the warmth of another body wrap around my own, and instantly know that it's my little softie, whether he likes to be called that or not. "Y/N?" "Yes?" "Do like that I'm different with you? That I'm not as hard on you?" "Is this because I called you a softie? Cause I didn't mean it in a bad way..." I roll over to face him as he shakes his head no, "after I walked off before, I started to think. Everything you said is true. There's never been a girl around before so I don't know what to do" "everything you do is fine. I love that you have a soft side, I love that you're sweet" he smiles slightly, pulling my body closer to his, playing with me hair, "you really are my little softie" he sighs happily, looking down at me, "and I'm absolutely fine with that" he says smiling before kissing the top of my head.

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Can you do a smut? Can you make Peter really aggressive and 'hungry' during make out sessions, but really sweet and gentle doin the deed? Love ur blog

Just posted, hope you like it! Xx

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Gentle.

*no particular p.o.v.* There were many layers to Pan’s personality, but two layers that really mattered to Y/N were the two sides of him she loved the most. His “dominant” side and his “gentle” side. Pan was always the one to be the most dominant during make out sessions, hungry for Y/N. But when it came down to the moment, he had a soft touch. His grip on her hips would tight enough for him to control the movement they made, but not tight enough to hurt her. Pan would leave his mark on her, smirking proudly at the purple love bite he had left on Y/N’s skin. Sleeping with her wasn’t just a physical activity for Pan, it was an intimate act of love between a boy and the girl he loved. Pan would always show Y/N who was “The Big Boss” during the foreplay, pinning her body beneath his own.

Pan’s fingertips would softly dance over her skin with every touch. For the both of them, everything was perfect. Nothing else mattered, just the two of them. Pan would pull Y/N closer to him, wanting to be as closer to her as he possibly could. Pan had never loved anyone as much as he loved Y/N, and the way he was with her showed that.

Every time Pan and Y/N made love was as a sweet and caring as the first time. For Pan, Y/N wasn’t just a person to sleep with, she was the love of his life, and he was hers.

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A/N.

I have officially finished school for the year and ever, so now I have to decide what I want to do with my life… but in the meantime, I have a lot of time for writing and posting imagines a lot more often leading up to Christmas and the new year, so lots to look forward to. If anyone actually reads the A/N’s, thank you, sometimes (like now) it just useless information in these so, I appreciate it if you read these! Hope you like the imagine

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Can i ask you a question tho? They say he is dead but i have my doubts, I think he left, but even tho he isn't dead why didn't he come back ? So I'm thinking he IS dead, but i miss him so much. He was my everything, we made a promise that we would stay alive for eachother because we have been through HELL basically and its really hard not to kill yourself in this situation, my question is: how do you get over someone who was your everything in this world?

I know it's hell. And is there ever really a way to get over someone who was so important to you? It just takes time I guess. I know it's extremely difficult to feel okay with what has happened. It's taken me between 3-4 years to get over my first serious boyfriend and to this day I still find it miss him at times, no matter how badly he hurt me. And in all honesty, having people say "Just get over it" never helps. I hope you're doing okay though, I know we don't know each other or anything, but I would hate to lose you or any of my followers for the matter. We are all one big family and I love each and everyone of you. If you wanna talk, just know I'm here! My ask box is always open and it doesn't need to be a message related to requests xx