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summer of love [1] (steve harrington x reader)

Request : Omgomg so can we do one where young reader used to spend summers with her cousin (one of the party) and friends, she comes to live with him one summer and is reunited with Steve Harrington who previously thought her to be shy and nerdy? Ty!!!

A/N : I love this request tbh (also got some very similar to this so I’m combining them) so if y’all like the idea based off of this prologue I’ll make a few more parts? Let me know! Also kind of fricked up the timeline to make the story work but it’s just gonna be that way yk

*** part 1

Looking back on the hot, sticky summers of your youth, you couldn’t help but be fond of them. The smell of bug spray mixed with firework smoke during a sunset in July, water weaving around rocks in a stream as you climb trees to the sky. All wonderful things, but what you were most fond of perhaps, was the late nights you’d spend with your friends, playing DnD and getting stuffed with pizza and sour candy. Whenever you would leave the Byers’s house at the end of summer, you couldn’t help but feel immense sadness.

“Will we see you next summer?” Dustin asks and the rest of the party looks at you with a pout.

“Of course!” You would always say. A group hug ensued as per tradition, and you giggled with a hint of sadness as you looked down at the friendship bracelets you had forced them to make. Actually, only Dustin was wearing his as the rest were “far to cool” for girly things like that, so the others had let you draw tattoos on their arms instead. Unknown to yourself, you departed from Hawkins that day for the last time.

Now, there was something to be said about the intense, well, nerdiness the party would exude. Yourself included. With wild hair, terrible fashion taste, and a passion for a certain board game, twelve year old you was a sight to behold.

You would catch the eyes of others, such as the one and only Steve Harrington every now and then, and ignore the way he sneered. He was a year and a half older than you, and he looked at you like there was a centuries difference between you the last time you visited Hawkins before your long hiatus. As if then 13 and a half year old Steve was so much wiser than you. As if his seven inch hair made him 7 years older. As if.

It had been almost 4 years now, and you still wrote letters and called to Hawkins as often as possible. It was something to focus on. Mike, Lucas, Dustin, and Will were some of the best friends you had ever made, and they were proud to say the same about you, so it was not a hard habit to keep up. And so life happened.

First was the big move, the classic “my dad got a job offer and took it so now we’re moving four states away.” Thus was the end of your wonderful summers. And then a few more years. The car crash. Of course it was a car crash, and just like that the world pinched the candles of the most supportive people in your life.

After a year when all the dust that epically fucked up your life was settled, the plans were set out and you were en route to Hawkins, Indiana to live with your cousin, Will Byers, at the start of the summer. And when you arrived, you were to say the very least surprised at the first face you saw—approximately one Steve Harrington, standing in the driveway.

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short reader/pda headcannons (steve, robin, billy)

Request : *if you’re up for it could you do preferences with billy robin and steve for types of PDA? xx

*Could you do short reader headcannons for Steve or Robin? I breath and die for that cute shit ❤️

Words: 610

A/N: i’m gonna combine these preferences into one so i can get all characters i’m writing for in while i work on other imagines and one shots! more to come <3

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Steve

unlike, say Billy for example, you would be the one to take advantage of the height difference

you jump on this poor boy from all angles

“my feet are tired Steve”

sigh * “fine, hop on”

when you’re looking for the kids in a crowd, you get sit on his shoulders

like, it’s very common for steve to be seen casually walking around with you on his shoulders scanning the horizon

it’s an advantage in the battlefield, one might say

on a scale of dead grass to billy, steve is about a 7 on the PDA scale

is actually gentle with you most of the time, trying to hold you and pulls you on to his lap

as a Person Taller Than You tm, he does nice boyfriendy things like reaching stuff for you instead of constant teasing

and you’re like : FINALLY SOME GOOD FUCKING FOOD

prefers to be the big spoon most of the time, but 9 times out of 10 you just fall asleep right on top of him

you do this thing where you hop up a little and give him a kiss on the nose when you say bye

and holy dang he just melts, always pulls you back to give you a proper kiss

you really make him feel some type of way :,)

Robin

high key loves the height difference

thinks it’s adorable that you stand on your toes to kiss her

loves it when you try to be the big spoon

piggyback rides are a tHING Y’ALL

you try to giver her a piggyback ride sometimes

“Y/N, i don’t think that’s such a good idea..”

“gET oN”

you make it a few feet before tipping over

let me tell you when steve wheezed, you attacked the poor fool

because of the time, PDA wasn’t very big, as much as you both wanted it to be.

however, when given a chance away from prying eyes, you two would get in t e n s e  let’s be honest

holding hands at any chance you get, being sad when you have to let go.

once you and Robin went to hang out with some friends, she had hickies, hiCkEys i say

steve said “AnD I OOP-

You smirked

even though there aren’t as many chances for PDA, ya’ll could have 5 trillion sleepovers

She does that THING, when she rests her arm on your head.

And you don’t mind?? only she’s allowed to do it tho

honestly the group ships it hard

Billy

likes the fact you’re significantly shorter than him primarily for the fact he can man handle you at any time like a little priCK

would 10/10 toss you over his shoulder then smack your ass don’t @ me

won’t admit it, but lowkey likes it when you try to be dominant

once you pushed him on his back and straddled him

and oH my you’ve never seen him so flustered in your liFE

for PDA Billy is nOT afraid to straight up suck face in public

leaves way to many hickies

doesn’t mind holding hands contrary to popular belief, he just wants everyone to know you’re his

sometimes does that annoying thing where he holds stuff out of your reach

at this point it doesn’t bother you, you just climb this boy

your like, the only person allowed to hug him

the group is very confused

“w  h a t… i’ve never seen him?? hug someone before??”

he’s more gentle than you would have guessed

while not his strong suit, he tries

at first thought you were fragile because you were like,, small af compared to him

his mind quickly changed after y’all kissed for the first time

you had him whipped

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mom and dad (steve harrington x reader)

Request :What about a steve imagine where the party meets his girlfriend for the first time and immediately start referring to them as mom and dad?

Words : 870

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“The kids are going to love you, I feel it in my bones.” Steve says, toothpick in between his teeth and arm slung around you shoulder.

“I guess. But you never know, they might hate me or something.”

“That is the most ridiculous thing I've heard all day, nay, all week.” He says dramatically as you scoff.

“I’ll take your word for it.” you sigh as you take his hand in yours and he opens the door.

“Give me my skittles you heathen!” a girl with a shock of red hair yells as she leaps for a curly haired boy, who you knew as Dustin. Dustin was the only one of the party you had met officially, because of the amount he visited Steve’s work place.

As Dustin scrambles to his feet, chaos erupts. On the floor was a huge pile of candy, or rather what appeared to be a bidding pot of candy for a game of poker they seemed to have been playing.

“You can’t just take the candy because you suck at cards!” Mike exclaims.

“Where are my air heads…?” a girl, El, whispers aloud and concentrated as Dustin’s jacket is pulled at by Lucas, and a whole Halloweens night worth of candy spills from his pockets. A gasp of betrayal escapes from the party’s mouth as he lets out a sheepish smile.

“Ok, enough!” Steve yells, and everyone’s head whips around.

“Steve! I didn’t see you there. We were just.. uh”

“About to end Dustin’s life, yes we’ve seen enough.” Steve says, and you stifle a laugh at how exasperated he looks.

Steve glances down at you and he glances back up as he remembers himself.

“Oh! Right, everyone this is my girlfriend, Y/N.”  he says squeezing your hand reassuringly. Before you can say anything, the volcano erupts once again.

“Oooooh Steve you really did it huh.”

“That’s nice.”

“Steve serious question, do you or do you not have cooties now.”

“Yeah we’ve heard all about you Y/N, Steve just would not shut up about y-”

“ OKAY okay I think that’s enough from you lot.” Steve says quickly as you laugh.

“Really I’m flattered. I’ve wanted to meet you guys for a while.”

“Well we’re glad you’re here now, we’ve been needing a second parental figure to really make this work.” Dustin says.

“Yeah, Steve only has one job but he’s not too good at it,” Will states and Mike snorts.

Steve looks quite offended by this, and falls to his knees with a hand on his heart.

“After all that I've done for you all, this is what I get?” He always had a flare for the dramatic. You decide to play along, collapsing to lay down by his side. “If you die, I die too.”  you tease in a pained voice.

A series of thuds and over dramatic wailing ensues as the rest of the party collapses and lays down beside you and Steve.

“See, this is what happens when you don’t listen to your dad!” you exclaim jokingly as Steve yells in agony sending the group into another fit of laughter. When it begins to die down, you hear a stomach growl. You sit up and look at the source of the noise, an unsuspecting El who shoots you a knowing smile.

“Now we can’t have that can we?.” you say as you stand up and grab Steve's hand, pulling him up with you. “There will be no hungry stomachs on my watch.”

You continue helping everyone up as Steve looks at you excitedly.

“Does this mean-”

“Yup.” you say, amused at his expression as the group looks at you expectantly.

“I just happen to make the best mac n’ cheese ever known to mankind”

“It’s true, it’ll change your life.” Steve says, as he heads for the door.

“Everyone, we’re going to my house and Y/N is going to make the best dinner you’ve ever had, mark my words.”

The party makes a collective sound of excitement as they practically run out of the door to follow you.

“Oh shit!” Lucas exclaims as he trips on his way out

“Watch the language young man.” you joke.

“Whatever mom, I was just… uh.. showing my excitement for dinner.”

“Nice save man.” Dustin says as Lucas heads off proudly.

The kids, already well aware of where Steve’s house is, are running in the direction ahead of you and Steve.

“Make sure you take your shoes off at the door!” Steve yells after them

“And wash your hands!” You add.

“Yeah ok mom and dad!” Dustin laughs.

You smile and rest your head on Steve’s shoulder.

“I told you they’d love you.”

“Yeah yeah.”

“And just wait until dinner, they’ll worship you for all of eternity.”

“I’m well aware Steve, that’s how I seduced you anyways.” You say wiggling your eyebrows.

“The mac n’ cheese? And I thought this whole time it was your personality and good looks.” He says as you smack his arm.

“Come here.” he laughs pulling you in by the arm and then holding you by the waist. Your lips meet and you smile into the kiss.

“Disgusting!” you hear someone yell in the distance, and you both smile as you giggle and he pulls you in again.

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reunited (gendry x reader)

Request : - heyyy could you write a gendry x reader where they used to be together but got split up. she thought he left her so she was upset. and they both ended up at winterfell. she sees him but he doesnt see her until a few moments before the battle

Words : 1.2K

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You stand in the crowd, cold air fluttering gently across your face, contorted in an expression you only know as a mixture of relief, confusion, and a bit of anger. The air is almost completely silent, the only thing to be heard is the movement of metal and horse hooves on sturdy stone ground. You had stifled a gasp when you caught sight of his stern looking features, and in a quick moment they were gone from you again.

You hadn't made eye contact with Gendry, but you wanted to. You could remember the last time you saw his piercing eyes, disguised by the dark of a silent night in the forest. You remembered clearly the months you had spent together after escaping from Kings Landing, you ended up traversing through the woods far longer than intended, and became very close in that time. The whispers around burning embers of an extinguished fire, holding each other both unable to sleep and knowing the other was awake but not acknowledging it.

You’d almost kissed once. You’d very very narrowly escaped death from a wolf, bigger than one you had ever seen in your life. It was just about to take your head off after tearing up your left hand, and your ankle was sprained from the wolf tackling you to the ground. When Gendry managed to shove it off you, by the grace of the gods you’d both managed to outrun it. When you couldn’t run anymore he carried you, and when it appeared safe he gently set you down beside a tree.

In his eyes mixed in between the panic and fear was something else, and as he desperately brushed the hair out of your face you had grabbed his hand with your still working one and reassured him. That is, before you had passed out due to blood loss.

The memory of your noses touching lingered, but your hand had long since healed. You snapped out of your thoughts, quickly shaken out of your state as the crowd began to disperse. Over already? You shake your head to yourself, you could feel the tension in the air as the newcomers begin to spread throughout Winterfell.

You head to your small cottage of a house, and light a small fire as you sit on a rug. You had to see him didn’t you? It hurt, sure it did. The presence of what he did was always in your thoughts, it never truly faded. Maybe he thought he was doing something good when he left. All you knew was three days after the wolf attack, you’d woken and he was gone. Absolutely no sign of Gendry, and you’d thought the worst. You’d begun to suspect he was dead before dawn, until you came across the tiniest slip of parchment. it contained the words, “Y/N, i’m sorry.”

You were just as frustrated now as you were then. What the hell was that supposed to mean? Sorry for what? Sorry for leaving? Well damn right, but he surely took no care to elaborate. You had walked the rest of the distance to Winterfell alone, and you’d never been one to let out a tear for no reason, but you did on the way there. Despite the curl of your lip that made itself known every time you think of what he did to you, abandoned you, you wanted to see him. You wanted the same feeling you got when he would grasp on to your hand like he needed you, the way he would listen to you like no one else ever had, the way he would brush his hand through your hair, slowly regrowing to your collarbone.

It was long past twilight, and you closed the front door to your residence. You made your way to where the weapons were being made and distributed, you were going to make yourself useful at least, and maybe, maybe you would see him. On the chance you would, your heart ached.

You were making your way around the blacksmiths, walking quickly,  and unsurprisingly you almost rammed head on into Gendry’s chest. Of course just as you remembered, he was still significantly taller than you.

“Hey, caref-” he begins but cuts himself off as he meets your eyes. His eyes widen quickly as yours narrow, and his grip on your shoulders tighten but he doesn’t step back. in fact you’re the one pushing him away.

“Gendry.” You breathe with equal amounts anger and relief, eyebrows furrowed.

“Y/N. I thought-  I didn’t  know if i’d ever see you-’

“Stop.”

“What? I-”

“Stop.” you say firmly.

“Gendry, I don’t even- I mean I can’t simply ignore what you did. You left me-”

“Y/N I know how you must feel about this, but you must know I thought the Brotherhood -’

“I know Gendry, you think people don’t talk? That’s not what bothers me.” you were beginning to lose composure at this point and took a small gasp of air.

“I just felt alone. Like you didn’t care at all and I know that-”

“Let me talk Y/N.” He says as he grabs your hands in his, breathing fast trying to regain control over his features.

“I did what I thought was right, and let me tell you that not a day has gone by when i don’t think about how I- I left you. I regret it, truly.”

Your throat had begun to close up and you look up at his eyes, still blue as the sky. You see his bottom lip tremble slightly and you throw your arms around him as he lifts you into the air.

“I just missed you.” you whisper into the crook of his neck.

And before you can say another word he places you down and as you feel his muscles rippling as you move your hands down his back, and he kisses you. You move one hand back up to the nape of his neck, and both of his hold your waist and pull you closer. His lips are softer than they should be you think, and as the pair of you attempt to close the nonexistent space between yourselves, your back arches into him perfectly and you think you can be nothing less than contempt.

Eventually you break apart for air, but he doesn’t weaken his grip on you for a second and you bring your hands to his cheeks.

“I regretted everyday not telling you that I love y- I love you Y/N. Every year that went by was torture.” He says, and though you sense he wants to grasp on to some more intricate words for you, those are more than enough.

You gently brush your finger over the space in between his still furrowed eyebrows, something you had gotten into the habit of dong so many years ago, and he relaxes quickly under your touch. “I love you too, Gendry.”

The words didn’t feel like any big revelation, you knew they’d been there the whole time, waiting to show themselves.

The battle of Winterfell was to start any moment now. The moments leading up to it were so far being spent in his arms, and if you could both make it out of this alive, that would be enough.

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say you don’t love me (john shelby x reader)

Request : Ok I have an idea, so like a John Shelby imagine based on the breakup scene from goodwill hunting you know “sAy yoU dOnt loVe me!” It’s iconic, and if you wrote this I would cry please if you have time thank youu💗💗💗

Words : 1.1k

A/N : g a sp,  I love this prompt wow, i definitely cried making this, and i love that movie so much. if ya’ll want a part 2 i’m more that happy to write it i’m sure it’ll give me another good cry.

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You lay in the bed with half lidded eyes, tracing shapes onto Johns back with your hand. Your breath is calm and faint against his jaw, and he drifts off occasionally. You’d had a lot on your mind lately regarding you and John’s relationship. He’d reassured you briefly every time you brought it up, which wasn’t even that many times now that you think of it, and still creeping into your mind still were the thoughts, they just wouldn’t leave you alone.

You wondered if he was truly committed to you. “Off to work” he would say, and obviously his job was dangerous and you didn’t want to pester him about it every time he finally got a break from it. But if you were important to John, he could give you the answers you wanted, right?

“John.” you murmur.

“Mmm” he grunts softly, stuck in the space between consciousness and sleep.

“Where do you go?”

His back muscles contract slightly at this and you stop your moving hand. He knew exactly what you were talking about, all the late nights and secrecy. He moves his head to face you and a crease forms between his brows. You can see the wheels creaking in his head for a split second before he speaks.

“Whadya mean love?”

“You know exactly what I mean John.” you say, a worried feeling rising in your gut as he props himself up on his elbows, and you quickly follow suit.

“I don’t Y/N. I can’t read your bloody mind.” he mutters. You could see him getting defensive and this only made your frustrations grow, festering quickly in your mind.

“Really John, I mean where are you so late at night? What are you doing that takes you so long to come home?” you see his eyes widen slightly. That was it, the break in his demeanor, and it was the last of it you saw before his eyes narrow once again and you mimic his expression.

“It’s just work Y/N, I've told you before.” he stands up from the bed and you once again follow his movements, sliding off beside him.

“But what are you doing? Surely you can tell me-”

“No Y/N, I can’t. It doesn’t involve you and it doesn’t need to.” his voice is slowly becoming steely, and you see something rising into his eyes. You keep a calm demeanor and speak to him gently,

“I don’t understand John, you always tell me the same-”

“What, do you not trust me?” he says, voice quickly rising.

“I can’t say you’ve given me any good reason.” you say, your previous mindset slowly crumbling around you as he becomes more agitated.

“Why does it matter so much? I haven’t lied to you before, I wouldn’t now, why are you so worri-”

“Because I love you John!” you say in a pleading voice. It was no secret, you’d both said the words to each other several times, it just simply wasn’t something that was said often. He shakes his head abruptly, and you can practically feel waves of anger begin to radiate off of him.

“No you don’t. You don’t even trust me-”

“I don’t? John how could you say that-!” your eyes begin to well up with tears as you see him continue to grow more agitated.

“You would trust me if you did, Y/N! What are you afraid of?” he yells, and your breath catches as he backs you up into the wall.

“I’m afraid for you John, and for us. You either come back half dead or at three in the morning! I love you, why don’t you-”

“You clearly don’t! I told you what it would be like to be with me. I’m a dangerous person Y/N, I don’t think you get that!” he yells louder this time, smacking his hand against the wall in frustration and you jump slightly. Through your own blur of tears you see his eyes begin to glaze over with his own as his face contorts in frustration.

“I love you John.” you’re almost sobbing now and he steps back as you bring your hands up to hold his face. “It’s just because I care about you, why aren’t you listening.” you say in between quick breaths. You can see a war going on in his mind, and he looks at the floor refusing to make contact with your eyes. You kiss him softly on the forehead and move his head slightly, forcing him to make eye contact with you.

“Say you don’t love me.” you breath, eyebrows furrowed and cheeks wet with tears. “Say you don’t love me, and I wont write you. I’ll let you leave and I wont ever see you again.” you sob and he grabs your wrist softly bringing it down. You look up to his face and are surprised to see an actual tear, as he’d been silent. The only sound is your soft crying.

“I don’t love you.” he utters, and even though his voice cracks on the last syllable he grabs his clothes and walks past you quickly. You don’t face the door when you hear the door close, it’s a resounding sound that you can hear echo in your head. You’re crying uncontrollably now, and you clutch your chest trying to slow your breathing. Your head hangs as you shrink to the floor and bring your head to your knees, and think about what had just happened so quickly.

John was walking down the street as quickly as possible, desperately searching for a place to be alone. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d cried. And now he was, over you. You were the only person John had ever told he loved that way, and you were the only person that made him nervous, the only one who could calm him down. You kept him himself, managed to make him cool and collected. And now you both sit broken with a darkness clouding your minds, thinking of the love you’d lost.

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valentines day headcanons (peter™️ x reader)

Request : can I get valentines preferences pls? Perhaps for Peters or a peter lol I neeed some fluff🙏✨

A/N : Perhaps I can introduce you to some fine Peters™️ if you dont know all of them. THey’re beAutiful and lOving, & Peters included are - parker, maximoff, pan, pevinsie, quill

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Peter Parker

y'all set up a movie theater on the roof of your apartment complex

that’s the place where you and peter had your first kiss

binge watching just every movie

b l a n k et fort, oh my god

you two just hold each other since the february breeze is still chilly as fuck

you end up making out pretty hardcore at like 3am

after you just lay on your pile of blankets and pillows slowly falling asleep

once you do, Peter carries you into your room through the actual window.

yall just pass out on the bed, and end up sleeping all tangled together.

Peter Maximoff

all day he’s just running you all around town

getting you a heCk ton of flowers and chocolates

you have to calm him down eventually he wont sTOP

eventually you both agree to have dinner at his house

after you go to his room and flop around the couch together

you’re basically directly on top of him

leads to many many kisses

he’s constantly running his hands up and down your body

when you found the hickeys the next morning, wEll, it was not going to go very well for this smug boy

Peter Pan

he wakes you up early, which you are at first not pleased about

but he flies you to the top of your favorite mountain that overlooks the biggest cove

he watches your beautiful face as you stare at the sunrise

your hair is an absolute mess, but he thinks you look stunning

gives you a ring with a small capsule on it, and a smidge of pixie dust inside.

you knew it was a big deal, he was very protective of the dust and it’s abilities.

most of the day is spent exploring the island, just the two of you.

at the end yall go to the beach, and watch the sun set.

kisses you passionately, holding you gently and weaving his hands through your wild hair.

Peter Pevinsie

has planned this out for s o long

first thing he does is give you a gold locket, with a picture of the two of you in it.

you’re ecstatic, practically jumping on him and peppering kisses all over his face.

takes you to his favorite spots around the kingdom

you walk along a river for a while, holding hands

you spent the day telling stories and listening to his

have the biggest feast on the floor of his chambers, picnic style in front of a roaring bonfire.

you end up on top of each other after arguing over the cookies like True Adults

you fiddle with the necklace as you lean in to his kiss

Peter Quill

lets be honest, yall sleep till 2pm

when you finally wake up his arms are wrapped around you and you’re laying on his chest.

you have to force yourself out while he whines about “how its valentines dayyyy”

but you already have plans, even though they’re simple you put thought into them

you end up getting pretty buzzed after dinner, laughing at everything each other says

playing old records and swaying around the kitchen

looking like fools all the while to be honest, but still having a great time

you talk about everything and nothing, and eventually your feet get tired

he lays on the couch and you get on top of him, kissing his face and down his neck

it’s really a Good Classic Only Slightly Drunk Valentines Day tm

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see you again (john shelby x reader)

Request : Hi! Could I request a John Shelby x reader where she wants him but she thinks he likes her friend so she's thrown off when he starts to show interest in the reader?

Words :1.3k

A/N : not totally sure if this is good (its bAd and i got carried away), but I tried and this was really fun to write w o w, please enjoy.

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Sparkling champagne trickles into your mouth as you feel silk cascade down your body. This was probably one of the most luxurious days of your life, you couldn’t even begin to fathom the money everything you were surrounded with would cost you if not already payed for. At the present moment, you were in a fancy dress shop with your best friend, Ruth.

She had told you about her encounter with the eldest Shelby brother, Arthur, telling you of some inconceivable party that she was supposedly invited to. It all sounded like one big fantasy to you– that is until she had informed you that she could bring a guest, and not long after that when a wildly expensive car showed up at her house. You were instructed to follow her, being the chosen guest, and you found yourself in the sort of shop you had only dreamed of since your youth.

“Oh Y/N! You look stunning!” Ruth exclaims as she runs her gaze over the dark maroon dress that hugged your figure in all the right places. She was right, it was as if the dress was made just for you.

“I could say the same about you Ruth. I can’t believe this is happening!” you say, and she gives a breathy sigh. While examining herself in the mirror she talks,

“Me either. But honestly, while all the brothers are easy on the eyes, it’s John that’s really got my attention.”

“Oh really?” you say genuinely curious. “And why’s that?”

“He’s just got a way about him. His face Y/N, and he’s so tall and- I don’t know.” she says while a woman pins her hemline. Ruth seemed to fit into this life perfectly, you think as she smiles at herself in the mirror. You giggle a bit,

“Well who knows Ruthie, in a few hours anything can happen.” you say cheerfully and she squeals back at you.

And indeed the next few hours go by in a blur, and before you know it your hair is all done up, and someone is opening the car door. In front of you is an huge, royal looking building. Though you didn’t know its purpose, you didn’t quite care as you saw the elegant people gliding across floors. It seemed like a million possibilities could be flooding through the windows along with the warm light, contrasting against the night sky. What a life, you thought.

You walked in, and while you’d never believed in fate or anything, when your eyes clicked with another pair across the room, you didn’t know what to think. His tall frame stood, and he stared you down with an incomprehensible look before a small crowd of people moved between you and him, cutting of your line of sight.

You turn to find Ruth, and you walk to the side before she grabs your arm.

“There he is!” she says, and when you look where she’s looking you see the handsome fellow from before walking in your direction, but this time with his gaze on Ruth. Of course, you thought. It was John Shelby.

“Hello there miss. And I suppose you’re the girl Arthur’s been talking about?” he says with a smile.

“That’s me.” She giggles. Oh boy. You could tell she was going to lay it on thick for this man, so you decided to step away and give her space. You wanted so badly to push down what you’d felt when you looked at him. Perhaps fate wasn’t real, but you felt pretty cursed at this moment.

The night was whirling by, and while several men asked you to dance, you tried to accept and enjoy yourself. Hell, you did enjoy yourself, you just couldn’t shake off the feeling in your stomach. While you were dancing, you would occasionally pass Ruth and John. He seemed to enjoy her company, every time she asked him to dance he would politely comply.

People were quickly settling down with the night, passing out drunk on chairs, dancing sloppily and slowly on the dance floor. You were wandering around the gigantic room for a while, simply observing when you saw Ruth, head propped up in her hand gazing at John who was about half way across the room. Her head looked about ready to plop down right on the table however, based on how drunk she looked.

You chuckle to yourself, and as you’re about to make your way to her you hear someone clearing their throat next to you. You turn and automatically feel a slight pink tinge appear on your cheeks. You can’t help it with the way he stares at you, and the corners of his mouth tilt up.

“Hey love, i’m-”

“John Shelby.” you finish in a breath.

“My reputation precedes me.” He chuckles.

“That’s quite the understatement.” you say, quickly warming up to him.

“Well, would you- would you like to dance with me?” he questions, holding his hand out.

You freeze for a bit as the wheels in your head turn rapidly. Was he not just dancing with Ruth all night? Was it just her eagerness? You think as quickly as possible and decide to take his hand. His face breaks in a smile and he takes you slowly in his arms, putting his large hand on your waist and holding your hand with the other. You sway for a bit getting comfortable and eventually leaning into him. He lets out a breath,

“Can I be honest? I’ve been thinkin’ about you all night, ever since you walked through the door.” he says. You look up at him and his eyebrows are slightly pushed together as if he’s in deep thought.

“Really? ”

“Yeah. I mean, sorry if I-”

“No, no it’s fine. I have to admit I've felt the same.” you both release the tension in your bodies at the same time, and continue to dance to the slow song, winding around the room.

“Say, what’s your name anyways? I don’t think iv’e ever seen you before.”

“Well i’m only here because my friend was invited.” You say nodding over at Ruth. He shakes his head,

“She’s certaintly.. persistant.” he says cautiously. This garners a laugh out of you, and the look in Johns eye is priceless, looking so proud as if he had just made the whole world laugh.

“It’s Y/N, by the way.” you say still with a lingering smile. You hadn’t noticed how close the two of you had gotten until you were nose to nose, breaths intermingling.

“Y/N.” he repeats testing it out on his mouth. “Beautiful.” he whispers, and before you know it it’s as if a magnet has been pulling you together the whole night, and finally you were allowed to feel each other. His lips brush yours, and you grab his shirt and pull him closer, pressing your lips to his. He puts one hand on your cheek and the other glides over your hip moving you closer.

You sigh as the kiss grows deeper and you move your hands from his forearms to wound them around his torso. Eventually the two of you reluctantly pull away from the kiss, and a silence follows as you stare at each other with dazed eyes.

“John, I-”

“I have to see you again.” he breathes, and your breath hitches when you realize you feel exactly the same.

“I’m telling you John, i’m not from here. I know nothing about this life, how am I ever going to-”

“Y/N, I will do whatever it takes to be with you. I have to see you again.” he practically pleads with you. It doesn’t take long for you to nod rapidly. You’d never felt like this before, and based on the way Johns slightly unsteady hands gripped yours you were fairly certain he felt the same.  You would see him again, you had to. After all, life is full of change.

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suprise (spencer reid x reader)

Request : A cute Spencer read imagine where like the way the team finds out he’s dating someone is because she walks in one day holding something he forgot and they kiss and everyone’s Shook™️

Words :770

A/N : yeah so im iGnoRinG criminal minds in light of recent events but spencer reid fluff will n e v e r end so um please enjoy this fluffy mess.

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You wake up to an empty bed. Groaning, you twist around the sheets trying to make sense of the world as the morning light shines in through the cracked window. You had repeatedly told Spencer to wake you up before he left, but he never seemed to listen. He always said he wanted you to get enough sleep, but you just wanted to kiss him goodbye first thing in the morning.

You grumble incomprehensibly as you stumble out of the bed, and walk into the bathroom. After splashing your face with cold water you make your way to the kitchen, and just as you walk in rubbing your eyes sleepily, you come across one of Spencer's work bags. Still half asleep you laugh to yourself as you walk towards it. Well he ought to be missing it right now. This was the perfect excuse go and see him, you think as you rush to the closet to change. After jumping into your shoes, you grab your keys and make your way to his work.

After getting through the main entrance, you begin to make your way to where you were told Spencer worked. Your head moves around quickly, trying to take in the building and remember where you came from. You laugh slightly to yourself at the position you’d so eagerly thrown yourself in. Here you were with Spencer’s work bag, about to walk in to his office with all of his friends from work. He’d told you so much about them, you hope he would let you officially meet them one day.

Once you’ve finally arrived at your destination you step through the glass doors and scan the massive room for a sign of your beanstalk of a boyfriend. Your eyes are aglow when you see the top of his head, and you rush towards the direction he’s walking.

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As Garcia walks down the corridor sipping her coffee, she nearly spits it out when she glances down at the sight below her. She aggressively smacks Morgans shoulder and stops in her tracks to observe. A girl that looked about Reid's age was rushing towards him as if she was on a mission, tapping his shoulder, and when he turned around the look of confusion on his face quickly turned to delight. Emily and JJ had noticed almost as quickly and realized instantly what was going on, while Hotch stood on the other side of the room wearing an expression of pure confusion.

Spencer embraces the smaller girl, “Y/N, what are you doing here?” he questions.

“Well Spence, you forgot your bag.” she responds, holding it out for him to take.

“Oh god thank you, I had just realized I left it. You’re a lifesaver babe.”

Garcia nearly chokes at this, while Morgan nods in a mixture of surprise and respect.

“He finally did it huh.”

“Wha- what the- how did I not know about this?” Garcia questions frantically. After looking on for a few more seconds, Hotch turns straight around and walks into his office. It’s to early for this. The girl gazes up at Spencer and he looks down at her in adoration. After a few more seconds, she stands on her toes and kisses him. She puts her hands on the base of his neck and he pulls her closer by the waist.

It’s as if everyone in the BAU had some sort of stroke at the same time based on the faces they were making. Pure shock plastered on their faces, Garcia would swear Morgan teared up a bit. The youngest member of the group had found something pure and beautiful in his life, and no one can say they were expecting it.

Once they break apart she speaks.

“Well I’ll go now. I just wanted an excuse to talk to you.” she giggles.

“You know I don’t want you to go.” he says

“Yeah, but you have to get back to work. I’ll see you after.” she says and he nods. With a final peck on the lips the girl smiles and turns around to the exit. When she finally leaves Spencer’s line of sight, he practically sighs and flops down at his desk with a dreamy look on his face.

“Spencer Reid, you’ve finally done it.” Morgan exclaims walking toward the young agent.

“You’re in for it young man. I can’t believe you’ve never told us about her! What’s her name? What does she know about cats, orange ones specifically, because i’ll have you know that is imperitav-”

“Calm down. Her name is Y/N, she’s my girlfriend and I’m in love with her. I’ll have to get back to you on the last question though.”

All of the girls around give an ‘aww’ noise at Spencer’s words. “Well when are you going to introduce us to her?” Emily questions. approaching with JJ.

“Will you all please not ask me so many questions at the same time? I’ll introduce her eventually, she really want’s to meet you guys too.”

“Well we’re counting on it.”

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my girl (john shelby x reader)

Request : Can I get a John Shelby imagine where the reader works at the Garrison and he sees someone flirting with her, sorta like your protective/ jealous Colin and Stefan imagines!!

Warnings : noo

Words : 930

A/N : im sorry for me its really late like 3am, this may or may not suck, but thanks for all the john shelby requests i’m sobbing i love him pls enjoy

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Working at the Garrison was your day -sometimes night job, but being John Shelby’s girl was a whole other job on it’s own. Though you were a tough girl, you could certainly hold your own, John was still always very protective of you. It never really bothered you because being level headed yourself, you had managed to stop anything before it escalated too far. Tonight was quite a different matter however.

Based on the crowd that had squeezed drunkenly into the Garrison, you were already cautious. You didn’t recognize a few of the men, and that was very odd considering you’d worked there for around two years at this point, and you knew all of the regulars. You were suddenly distracted from your thoughts when the doors burst open, and in walked the Shelby’s themselves. Everyone went silent for a few beats before slowly returning to their previous activities.

You saw Johns eyes move intently across the bar until he found what he was looking for, meeting your gaze and giving you a cheesy grin. You raise an eyebrow and smile back, tilting your head slightly as you watch the group leave to the back room. You figured John would come to see you when he was done with business.

“Oi, get me another whiskey” one of the men says, not looking at you as he flops down on the bar in front of you. Looking down at him in distaste, you hesitantly turn to grab the bottle when he speaks up again.

“I haven’t seen you round before. How’d I miss a pretty little thing like you?” he says while eyeing you up and down. Now you don’t like this one bit, and you know John wouldn’t like it either. You decide to serve him quickly as possible, hoping if you pretended to ignore him he would leave you alone. Sliding him his drink, he stands up abruptly.

“Aw, don’t ignore me love.” He says leaning closer to you. Your eyes widen and you step back quickly, but not before he grabs your wrist. A few people had seen what was happening now, and they looked very alarmed. Nobody ever messed with Johns girl, this guy seemed to be in for it.

“That’s a Shelby girl mate, I wouldn’t-”

Harry speaks up from across the bar, but his words fall on deaf ears as the man twists your wrist and pulls you closer. You feel his hand graze over your body, and you struggle to get out of his grip as best you can.

“I don’t care who’s girl she is, it doesn-” the disgusting smug look on his face is replaced by alarm in a split second as he’s violently yanked away from you and shoved to the ground. You look nearly paralyzed, hand curled in a fist. You were nearly about to beat the man yourself.

“Who the fuck are you?” John had a look of pure rage carved into his face, and anger shone in his eyes. “You think you can touch her? Don’t even look at her you bastard.” he says in a dangerously low voice. You watched as he beat the mans face in, kicking him in the ribs all the while until your muscles relaxed and you came to your senses.

“John, stop it!” you yell, rushing towards him. You feel the breeze of his arm swinging in the air, before you grab it. When you grab him he automatically relaxes as he feels your smaller hands on his bicep. With one last kick, he looks at you, your begging eyes telling him to stop before he goes to far.

“It’s okay John. I’m okay.” You look up at him watching him soften at the sight of you. He looks back down at the man in anger and spits next to his face before storming out of the Garrison.

It’s completely silent, and after a moment of hesitation the Garrison is quickly returned to its previous state. You dash out after him. He’s walking a bit ahead of you, digging through his pocket for something, most likely a cigarette.

“John!” you call after him. He stops and fidgets a bit, still not turning around.

“Please talk to me.” you say in a pleading voice. This breaks him, and he immediately turns around and rushes toward you, engulfing you in his arms. As you wrap your arms around him, he kisses you hard. You sigh at the intensity of the kiss and he clutches your waist tighter pulling you into him. When you pull apart you’re both catching your breath.

“I’m- i’m sorry I-” before you can get anything else out he cuts you off.

“Don’t you dare apologize Y/N. It’s not your fault that fucker decided to to mess with you.” he says sternly, cheeks still flushed. You kiss his lips quickly again, and smile faintly at the crease on his brow.

“I would never let anything happen to you Y/N. I’m serious, if anyone so much as looks at you the wrong way from now on i’ll bloody kill them.” he says firmly.

“As much as I appreciate that, please don’t kill anyone for me.” you say and he smirks down at you.

“Can’t make any promises darlin’.” he says, and you shake your head with a smile.

You run your fingers along the nape of his neck and he closes his eyes.

“I love you Y/N L/N”

You look up at him, certain you both look a bit crazy, flushed cheeks standing in the middle of the street.

“And I love you.”

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realize (john shelby x reader)

Request :Can I get uuuhh get a John Shelby imagine where the reader is helping Tommy, Arthur and John clean up after a fight and she’s sorta chastising them for being so reckless and that’s when he realizes he’s in love with her. (this is so messy I’m sorry, it made more sense in my head)

Words : 820

A/N : this was really fun to write and i think there could be potential for a part 2? requests are open, please enjoy!

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You hum to yourself as the midday light flickers through the tree by the window. It’s completely silent and the air is still as you fold your clothes into a basket. It seems as if the day will remain uneventful, at least until you hear a loud pounding on your door. You jump at first, startled at the force, and a bit shocked your door hadn’t been knocked off it’s hinges.

You quickly make your way across your house and after glancing for half a second into the peep hole you immediately fling the door open. It was, of course, the Shelby brothers in all of their glory, standing in your doorway bloody and bruised. Stood before you was Tommy, Arthur and John.

Having grown up with the Shelby brothers, it was a common occurrence ever since they were old enough to fight for them to come to you to patch them up. You were a bit younger than John, but older than Finn, and despite the variety of ages in the family, they were all extremely protective of you.

“What have you done this time?” you sigh as you rush them into your house, hoping they hadn’t caused to much of a scene. Arthur chuckles and the smell of alcohol radiates off of him.

“Nothin’ to bad love” he says, and you roll your eyes pushing them into your kitchen where your first aid was.

“We aren’t in trouble Y/N, no need to worry.” Tommy says

“Yeah we took care of the trouble alrigh-” you smack John with little force upside the head before he can continue. He chuckles as you quickly begin the process of cleaning their wounds,

“You’re all far to reckless, causing fights wherever you go.” you say with furrowed brows as you dab alcohol on the side of Tommy’s face where a large cut is.

“But we always win the fights Y/N, and that’s what matters.” Arthur slurs.

You rummage through your medicine and tools to find a needle and thread. “No, it’s not.” you say sternly.

“But Y/N-”

“No but Y/N. Don’t you dare ‘but Y/N’ me, you boys always come back to me in worse condition than you did the last time, and one day your not going to come back at all!” you exclaim, noticing Arthur laughing at John as he had begun to mimic you towards the end of your speech. You had said it so many times you weren’t surprised he’d memorized it at this point, but it annoyed you nonetheless.

You scoff as Tommy holds back a smile.

“You’re all bloody fools you know that. I’m just worried is all.” you say as you begin to stitch up Johns side.

“We know Y/N. We’d be lost without you.” Tommy says lighting a cigarette.

“You mean dead.” Arthur groans as he stretches back on the chair closing his eyes. You nod in agreement as you take Tommy’s cigarette from his mouth and put it out

“No smoking in the kitchen.” you scold as John laughs and looks down at you. You don’t notice, your eyebrows furrowed in concentration. His brothers do notice however, sharing a knowing glance at the way he looks at you in pure adoration. You continue your banter with the boys as you patch them up, being relatively skilled at this sort of thing since you’d done it so much.

As you begin to finish bandaging them up, it hits John in a wave. The way he feels about you, how had he not realized it before. When your done with his arm you move up and focus on his face, and he knows he’s in love with you.

The way you smile at him when you make eye contact, the way you looked adorably concentrated at some spot near his temple. Even though he was sitting, his tall frame still towered over yours, and he wanted nothing more than to pull you close to him and never let you go. You got on with his family great, hell you were practically a part of the family already, everyone loved you.

He was in a daze, caught up in his thoughts until it the sun was setting and the last of their wounds had been treated.

“You stay out of trouble now, or else!” you tell them, attempting to stay serious but giggling when John hugs you and picks you up. When he sets you down your eyes remain on each other until it’s time for the boys to be on their way.

“Be seein’ you soon Y/N” Tommy says, and you give him and Arthur a quick hug before they make their way to the street. You wave at John last as they walk away, and make your way to your house. John lights a cigarette and sighs as he looks back at the door after it closes. He loved you, he knew for certain, and left with thoughts of you in his mind.

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requests are open!

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reasons (newt x reader)

Request : hii can i get a newt tmr x reader (dating) where y/n is a runner and she’s starting to react badly (like newt) and newt comforts her? thanks <3

Warnings :ang s t

Words :460

A/N : it’s kind of short but it’s b i g angst soo enjoy. also i love writing for tmr so requests are very open rn!

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As soon as you had returned from the maze you made your way to the tent you shared with Newt. Your chest was heaving up and down, your throat was burning, but you didn’t care. As you collapse onto the bed, you put your hand over your mouth attempting to stop the sobs you could already feel wracking your body.

You were simply afraid at this point. After running for the maze for months, you Minho and the other runners had found absolutely nothing, no way out, no sign or clue. You were beginning to wonder if there was any point anymore, what was everyone supposed to do? Were we all just supposed to die in here?

You were so distracted in your own thoughts you didn’t even notice the tent flaps open. You shot up as you realized Newt was standing by the bed, and once he caught sight of your tear stained face he quickly gathered you in his arms and held you.

“Y/N what’s wrong? Are you hurt?” you shake your head and try to control your breaths.

“Please talk to me Y/N.” he says wiping away your tears with his shaking hands, worried about you. You knew he hated seeing you like this but you just couldn’t help it.

“What if we never make it out of here.” you whisper, flickering your wide eyes up to his worried ones.

“Y/N don’t think like that, i’m sure-”

“Newt you don’t understand.” you cry clutching onto his shirt tighter.

“I go on runs almost every day, and every day we’re no closer to finding a way out. There’s nothing out there Newt. Nothing. What’s the point anymore if there’s no way out?” you say. He holds you as close as he possibly can rubbing circles on your back. Running his fingers through your hair, he moves your gaze to his.

“As long as your here there’s always a point. There is a way out Y/N, I know it. And I want to be with you forever. You’re the only reason i’m here Y/N, you know I can’t do this without you.”

You nod slightly and move your head closer, turning so that your lips meet. He kisses you passionately, and with purpose. You move in sync with each other, and when you’re both out of breath you break apart.

“I love you.” he says, nearly whispering.

“I love you too.” you respond with a faint smile, feeling the dried tears on your face.

The light of the setting sun moves through the slightly open tent flap, and you lay down together in silence. With your leg intertwined, as close to each other as you could possibly get, you know as long as you’re with him there’s always a reason.

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high heels (colin ritman x reader)

Request : Can you do Colin (Bandersnatch) x reader fic where reader goes to the office party (Tuckersoft probably?) and has to wear high heels. Since she doesn't get used to it, the shoe heels just gets broken, causing her feet in pain and then Colin offers her a piggyback ride? Thanks xx

Warnings : fl u f f oh m y go d

Words : 800

A/N : I think I changed the request ever so slightly but it basically the same, and this request is so cute I had sooo much fun with it. requests are open as always.

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Your face lights up as your eyes meet with his. You were currently at the offices release party for the new game, bandersnatch. You had worked at Tuckersoft for almost a year now, and after meeting the acquaintance of Colin Ritman the two of you had quickly evolved into friends. You never minded the office parties that came around when a new game was released, they were quite fun as long as everyone held their alcohol. As the company grew and parties were a more common occurrence, you had opted for a simple outfit this time - a comfortable loose dress that hung to your knees, and a pair of heels that were at least a few inches tall.

Now these heels, they were painful. As you make your way to the where Colin’s standing, you brush your hair out of your face and wince as you try not to stumble. Once you finally meet him he smirks at your grimace, looking down as he notices you seem a few inches taller than usual.

“Having troubles?” he says, chuckling slightly at the glare you shoot him.

“Of course not. These are brand new shoes, and my legs look amazing if I do say so myself.” You respond as he shakes his head laughing. Playful banter was just a thing that existed between the two of you, ever since you had first met. Flirting was commonplace, you just didn’t want to ruin any friendship the two of you already had, mainly suppressing your feelings.

“Fair point, but only if you don’t sprain an ankle.”

“Yeah yeah, i’ll be fine.” you reply, taking a sip of a drink he had handed to you and glancing over the room. You almost spit out your drink at the sight you see before you. You smack Colin's shoulder and he snorts as he looks in the same direction. Stefan was across the room, taking shots of an unknown liquid and looking as if he might pass out at any second. He puts his arms in the air and yells something incomprehensible. You’re wheezing laughing at this point.

“You reckon we should help the poor fellow?” you say, and Colin shakes his head.

“I thinks he’s having a mighty fine time as it is.” he snickers.

You smack his arm, “Well i’m gonna get another drink, i’ll be back in a sec.” He nods as you hobble off, putting your heart and soul into balancing on these heels that were already invoking blisters all over your feet. By the time you make your way back to Colin you’re about ready collapse. You set the drinks down before falling right into him.

“Woah, trying to get as drunk as Stefan?” he teases.

You let out a grunt and push yourself off of him as you look down, frustrated at your shoes. Yeah, you were done. You gently take them of and sigh as your feet are quickly relieved. Now barefoot, you look up at Colin who was once again, much taller than you. You let out a groan,

“It didn’t take me long to give up, huh.” you laugh.

“I’m not surprised.” he says taking one of the heels from your hands and examining it. “And you’re supposed to walk in these?” he says with a look of absolute confusion that you can’t help but laugh at.

“Yes, but clearly my willpower isn’t nearly as strong as I thought it was.”

He glances over you and gives a look you can’t quite comprehend.

“Well if it makes you feel any better i’m willing to be your main mode of transportation.” he says and turns his back to you. “Here, hop on.”

You almost laugh at the childishness of the idea, but after a moment of hesitation you shrug and jump onto his back. You wrap your legs around his waist and let out a small squeal as he adjusts his posture.

“All ready your highness?” he teases.

“Of course.” you respond.

You two remained like that for a while, he would wander around and the pair of you would make conversation with someone, first explaining your strange position, garnering a chuckle from most people, and knowing looks from others. You thought he might get tired after a while but he insisted there wasn’t any issue. As the night dwindled down your energy quickly depleted and you found yourself resting your head on his shoulder.

“Colin?”

“Yeah?”

You yawn and pat his shoulder blade,

“You think we could go home? I might pass out any second.” you say sleepily.

“I’m glad you said something Y/N, I was beginning to think we’d be here all night.”

He gently sets you down and you grab his hand for support as your bare feet touch the ground. Your eyes meet, and in a moment understanding you smile at each other faintly and begin to walk out of the party. He doesn’t let go of your hand, and together you make your way out, high heels long forgotten.

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requests are open!

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taking requests

✨ - fav

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I write for -

AHS

✨michael langdon

Peaky Blinders

✨john shelby

tommy shelby

arthur shelby

finn shelby

alfie solomons

michael gray

Stranger Things

✨steve harrington

billy hargrove

robin

Game of Thrones

✨gendry baratheon

jon snow

robb stark

literally everyone else

Potter Universe

✨draco malfoy

harry potter

ron weasley

cedric diggory

all other characters

Maurauder’s Era

✨sirius black

remus lupin

james potter

Fantastic Beasts

✨theseus scamander

newt scamander

The 100

✨john murphy

bellamy blake

jasper jordan

Bandersnatch

✨colin ritman

stefan butler

Narnia

✨edmund pevinsie

peter pevinsie

caspian

Criminal Minds

✨spencer reid

all other characters

Maze Runner

✨newt

thomas

minho

gally

all other characters

Star Wars

✨kylo ren

poe dameron

han solo

finn

all other characters

The Peters™️ (bonus round)

✨peter parker

✨peter pan

✨peter maximoff

✨peter pevinsie

✨peter quill

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I know I forgot some so if you have a request for someone that isn’t here please ask!

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stefan butler x short!reader headcanons

Request : do you do bullet lists? if so, can you do one where stefan and the reader are dating with a height difference? it would seem so cute lol

Warning : f l u f f

A/N : these are always so fun to write omllll. If y’all want I’ll do a short!reader w Colin?

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• so when y’all first met even though you were several inches shorter than him he was so intimidated by you

• he thinks your stunning, and also adorable

• suprisingly enough, Stefan actually loves being the big spoon

• you just fit perfectly in his arms

• he loves to measure your hands against each other

• his long fingers engulf your smaller ones

• but when y’all are making out you either have to stand on your tiptoes as he bends down

• or you just jUmp on this boy and wrap your legs around his waist

• he used to get sooo flustered when you did this but actually loves it, thinks it’s h o t

• it’s easy for you to just sit in his lap while he’s working on something

• sometimes your just sitting with your legs dangling off the armrest thing

• and sometimes you just want the attention ok, so you straddle him and kiss all over his face and neck

• eventally he’ll give up, and just pick you up and toss you onto the bed running his hands down your waist

• Colin used to tease you guys a lot (still does)

• Stefan loves being able to just pick you up and spin you around when he sees you

• you know this boy will give you piggyback rides anytime, anyplace

•one time you tried to give him a piggyback ride but we don’t talk about that

• you need his help reaching things daily

• when he teases you about it you just climB him to reach the desired object then hop off

• you love stealing his sweaters

• there oversized and comfy on you (plus you look great in them)

• so um this boy is whipped for you thanks for coming to my TED talk

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Requests are open!

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protective (stefan butler x reader)

Request : *can i get uhhh a stefan imagine lol smth similar to ur jealousy one w colin cause it was so dam good !

*Yooo could I request a protective stefan where the reader and him  go to a party or smth and someones like drunk and hitting on her and stefan gets upset? xx

Words : 1.4k

A/N : and I present to you- a jealous / protective Stefan which was pretty heavily requested tbh. and to be fair its mostly like protective cause reader and stefan are already in a relationship, but I hope ya’ll like it. (what a cReAtiVe title am i right)

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You tug on the bottom of your dress, giving yourself a once over in the tall mirror. You were getting dressed up because Stefan had been invited to a party held by Colin for some people at work, and even though he was a bit hesitant to attend at first you had managed to convince him, saying you would go with him and that it would be fun. 

He agreed with you, reluctantly of course. He was currently waiting for you outside of the bathroom, and you two would take a train to Colin’s flat when you were ready. You’d picked a soft Y/F/C dress that hugged your waist and gently spilled down your thighs, ending right above your knees. Your hair was styled into gentle waves and pulled half up, and you slide on a pair of simple black pumps.

After applying your rollerball perfume to your wrists and around your neck, you were satisfied with your outfit. You knew he was never one for big parties where people would probably just be getting high and dancing all night, but you knew it would be a good time for the both of you.

Stefan catches sight of you as you exit the bathroom, and it’s honestly comical the way his jaw drops to the floor as he glances over your outfit and lands his eyes on your face.

“Y/N you look- you look really, really wow. Um-” he splutters. He’s cut off by your laughter, the two of you had been dating for almost 4 months and every time you dressed up for something it was like he was seeing you for the first time. He’ll get used to it eventually you think, giggling to yourself.

“You look great as well Stefan.” you smile handing him his jacket. “Ready to go?” you glance up at him smiling down at you as you swing your purse over your shoulder.

“Of course.” he says, and the two of you head down a flight of stairs and out of your flat to walk to the train station. The cool wind hits your face moving your hair around in the breeze. You walk side by side as the sun lowers in the sky, painting an orange and pink sunset. The pair of you walk hand in hand the whole way there.

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“It’ll be fun just you see.” you say looking up at Stefan expectantly. He looks at you with doubt.

“I don’t know. I never go to these things, and now everyone from work will be there.”

You two walk along the sidewalk on the way to Colin's flat, and almost approaching your destination you could see Stefan tensing up a bit the closer you got.

“Hey i’ll be there too.” You say rubbing gentle circles on the back of his hand with your thumb. “I don’t even have to leave your side. Plus we can leave after a bit, I just think it would be good to get to know some of your coworkers better.” you say reassuringly.

“Alright Y/N. As long as you’re with me it cant be so bad.”

“That’s the spirit!” you exclaim and he looks down at you with a smile on his lips as the two of you approach Colin’s door. Stefan knocks and it opens almost immediately. A man with bleach blonde hair stands in the doorway and towers over you.

“Hey Stefan, glad you could make it.” The man who you assume was Colin says. “And I suppose this is the Y/N I’ve heard so much about?” he questions.

“That’s me.” you say giving him a friendly handshake.

“Well the party’s started, so y’know get whatever you want to drink and just make yourself at home.” he says nodding and quickly stepping away and walking towards the other side of the room. You and Stefan head in together, and the room is certainly ready for a party. Colorful lights bounce off of the ceiling and walls in the dim lighting, and random songs play in the background, the bass reverberating through the floor. You scan the room and your eyes land on an unoccupied love seat in the corner.

“This way.” you say leading him over to the couch. You twist your way through the small crowd of people, not letting go of his hand. When you arrive at your destination, you plop down on the couch and prop your feet up on the ottoman in front of the couch and look over the room.

“So, do you see anyone familiar?” you ask Stefan who is looking over the groups of people in front of him.

“I guess I recognize most of them.” 

“Good. Well i’m going to get a drink. Do you want anything?” you say, thinking that while you’re gone he might start talking with someone.

“Sure love, i’ll have whatever your having.” he says and you nod at him, letting go of his hands and striding to the other side of the room. You weave your way through groups of chattering people, and bursts of smoke from cigarettes fog up the room. 

Once you make it to the kitchen area with an assortment of drinks, you look back at Stefan who is looking around in boredom. Just give him a few more minutes, you think as you grab two glasses from the counter. You sway your hips gently to the song and hum the tune you’d picked up since the song started. Distracted, you hardly notice the lingering eyes on you.

“Hey, I don’t recognize you from work.” you hear an unfamiliar voice say. You turn your head and meet eyes with a man you’d never seen before. You didn’t like the way he was looking at you, up and down, but tried to ignore it and be polite- he seemed quite intoxicated.

“Yeah, actually i’m here with someone.” you mutter hoping he would take a hint and leave. He didn’t.

“Oh, so you must be Jenny’s sister. Secretaries, am I right?”

“No actually-” you say protesting, but he cuts you off going on in a drunken tangent about things you didn’t care about. You roll your eyes to yourself and only nod here and there. He still wouldn’t leave. You finish getting your drinks and try to speed walk away, but before you can he grabs your arm and forces you to turn around. You look at him alarmed as the drinks spill out of your hands.

“Where do you think your going?” He slurs grabbing your waist and yanking you closer to him.

“Hey get- get off of me!” you say, and before you can say anything else he’s slammed to the side as someone shoves him off you. You stood in shock until you came to your senses and realized Stefan was in front of you, and had punched the guy against the table.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Stefan hisses at the guy as you approach to calm him down. You grab his arm and automatically he lets his shoulders deflate. 

“What the fuck is going on here?” you see and the now silent crowd dissipates as Colin steps through. When he sees what the commotion is about, he rolls his eyes and hoists the guy up leading him to the door.

“Dumbass. Get a cab and go home.” you hear distantly as the door shuts. Just as quickly as the party had stopped, it starts up again and people were resuming their previous activities. You could still see Stefan’s chest moving rapidly up and down and his jaw was clenched. 

He wouldn’t get angry often, being quite shy and reserved, but when he did it was bad. Knowing he needed to cool off, you grab his hand lead him towards the balcony. He clutches onto you like a lifeline until you make it there, and when you do you gently close the sliding door behind you.

He sighs and leans against the railing as you wrap your arms around his torso, laying your head against his chest.

“I’m sorry Y/N. I just got- I don’t know I just saw him talking to you, then he grabbed you and-”

You interrupt him with a kiss, pressing your lips gently together. It speeds up and he kisses you harder, almost desperately as you tangle your fingers in his hair. He hold you close as you look up at him.

“I love you, you know.” you say softly. He smiles faintly back at you. The sky is almost completely dark now, and the wind is completely still as you hold each other, protected from the cold in your own warmth.

“I love you too.” he says and kisses the top of your head, and you wait for the stars to come out.

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requests are open!

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train (stefan butler x reader)

Request : * RIGHT ARE WE READY FOR STEFAN BUTLER ANGST WITH A FLUFFY ENDING? (If that’s okay that is! You don’t have to! Xx) Could you write an imagine where Stefan’s girlfriend often gets public transport to come and see him, and one day while Stefan is waiting on her to come over he turns on the TV and sees the train she usually gets on has derailed and then blames himself and thinks she’s dead, but she actually missed the train and had to wait on the later one that got there fine xx Thank you so much! Xx

Warnings : wow angst

Words : 850

A/N : this is quite angsty, and since I've written a bunch of angst for colin and fluff for stefan, h e r e you go. and also i’m writing fluff for colin of course so stay tuned.

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You watch the train leave heaving gigantic breaths, you had arrived at the train station just a moment too late after sprinting the whole way there, and had missed you regular train. Ever since you and Stefan had started dating it had become a routine for you to go to his house every Saturday, and every Saturday without fail you would board the 11:15 train to see him. With today being an exception, of course. Spending a bit too long in the shower had repercussions, and you gave your most valiant effort to make it to the station on time, rather unsuccessfully.

You made your way to buy a ticket for the 11:30 train after catching your breath, and afterwards you plopped down on a bench fidgeting with your fingers. Not having a phone on you, mild concern washed over you as you thought of Stefan. Would he be worried? No, you think. You’d be there only thirty or so minutes late, he would be fine. You snapped back into reality as the 11:30 train arrived, and you boarded it, once again excited to see your boyfriend.

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Stefan was sat stiffly on the couch, glancing up at the clock with a hint of worry in his eyes. He taps his foot in a steady rhythm, you were twenty minutes late. This was very odd and out of place for the two of you who had a very set routine for Saturday’s together. Trying to unwind a bit, he glances at the picture on the two of you in a frame on the side table and his shoulders relax.

The picture was of you and Stefan, his arm slung around your shoulder and you gazing up at him lovingly. It was his favorite picture of you both, and he gives a faint smile at the memory and realizing the silence around him, flicks on the TV to distract him. Flicking through several random channels he finally settles on the news, staring at the TV with indifference until he hears something that makes his heart stop.

“… a tragic occurrence this morning, the 11:15 train has derailed shortly after internal problems were discovered. We’ve been informed that there were no survivors, and authorities are working to notify the families…”

It takes a moment to process what he just heard. Just as it finally sinks in, it crashes into him with the force of a wave. The blood drains from his face completely and he is frozen, until his hands start shaking. Everything seems wrong, there’s no way this was actually happening. Tears jump into his eyes and he wants to scream but can’t find his voice. It feels like his heart is actually being crushed. You were on the train. His Y/N. He wants to speak, to wake up and discover this was nothing but a nightmare, but as he holds his head in his hands and begins to sob he feels that it’s reality. You were dead, and it his fault. You were coming to see him, and now you were gone.

Stefan hardly hears the knocking on the door as he wails, wishing everything would stop.

“Go away.” he cries. After a few moments, the knocking continues.

“ I said GO AWAY!” he yells, voice cracking and still feeling numb.

“Stefan?” he hears a soft voice say from the other side of the door. His head shoots up and a look of confusion spreads on his face.

“Are you alright? Please let me in.” your voice says worriedly. Hearing your voice for a second time, Stefan races to the door throwing it open and embraces you, practically carrying you inside,  sobbing all the while.

“Stefan whats wrong? Are you hurt? Please talk to me.” You say concerned as you sink to the floor along with him, and he holds on to you tightly.

“You were- you were dead!” He exclaims. “You’re always on the 11:15 train and it - and it derailed and I thought you were dead.” he says. You hold him close and brush your fingers through his hair trying to calm him down and stop his hyperventilating.

“I’m here Stefan, it’s okay. I missed the train alright? I missed the train.” you say gently rubbing circles on his back and he pulls your waist closer. He looks in your eyes and cups your cheek gently, as if he’s afraid you’ll evaporate into thin air at any moment. Your eyebrows are furrowed in worry as you brush stray tears off of his cheek, and you hate seeing him so unbelievably upset.

“ I thought I lost you Y/N. I don’t know what I would’ve done.” he sniffles. You feel tears in your own eyes thinking of the way he must’ve been feeling. You grab his face and make him look right at you.

“You’ll never lose me, alright?” you say and he nods, taking a deep breath. You press a kiss on his cheek and he quickly leans forward and kisses your lips. You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him back, he pulls you on top of him and the pair of you stay still for a while, taking comfort in the presence of each other.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

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assistant (colin ritman x reader)

Request :  * ohmygosh hi ur talented as fuCK skdndjnd could you write a colin x reader where she’s his assistant and they get in a fight over something so she quits but now every person he hires sucks at their job so he asks her to come back and maybe also admits his feelings at the end?? sorry if that’s too much i’m just in love w this boi  

* Excuse me ma’am but I’m gonna need a Colin imagine please and thank you

Warnings : slight angst, language?                  

Words : 1.2k

A/N : thank you guys for being so supportive and sending in such great requests, and this was actually very interesting to write lol.

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Shoving all of your weight onto the heavy metal door of the tuckersoft building, you force your self through the entrance trying not to spill the coffee carrier in your hands. Working as an assistant for Colin Ritman was certainly an experience, and even though you were hardworking you could get a bit fed up with him sometimes.

You blow stray strands of hair out of your face as you step into the elevator, and make your way up to the office floor. You’d managed to befriend most of the people working on the office floor, and being a bit too generous was the reason you were struggling to balance the excessive amount coffee in your hands- threatening to spill over at any moment.

Just as you had made the turn to give Colin his coffee you are met with a crushing impact, ramming into you and spilling coffee all over yourself and the person in front of you. You didn’t notice the person you’d crashed into at first. You were a bit distracted by the fact that you were sent hurling to the ground, they seemed significantly taller than you.

“Shit .” you hissed, caught up in the pain shooting up the arm you caught yourself on. Quickly you looked up and were met with Colin’s gaze. He looked pissed. You shoot to your feet and your eyes trail down his coffee stained shirt, probably ruined, and before you can say anything he speaks.

“Y/N, are you fucking kidding me?”

“Oh god i’m so sorry I-”

“Really, you just can’t do anything right.”

Your eyebrows furrow, and you step back. What was he talking about? You knew he was under a lost of stress lately and was getting barely any sleep, but that was hardly an excuse. You were a great assistant, and you were completely capable of doing whatever he wanted just as he wanted.

You scoff “What the fuck is that supposed to mean? I work just as hard as yo-”

“Oh shut up Y/N. You don’t know the half of what working is-”

“Oh I should shut up? I do so much shit for you, I know just how you want everything, and I don’t say anything when you’re nothing but a dick to me!”

“You’re so sensitive Y/N! I’m tired of you thinking you’re right about everything. It’s so fucking annoying and tired of it, and i’m tired of you.” He spits.

Your face is red now and you wan’t to scream and cry at the same time. You hold your wrist that feels numb, and look around at the office that is now dead silent. You look right in his eyes and just before he says something else, you take a deep breath

“Well the feelings mutual.” You say trying to ignore the crushing feeling in your chest. “Fuck you, I quit” you say turning around and walking to the elevator.

“Y/N wait” he says and grabs your wrist. You yelp and yank it out of his grasp, holding it closely to you. You speed walk away hoping your wrist isn’t broken, and step into the elevator, avoiding his piercing gaze as the doors close.

~literally 2 weeks later~

Colin was sick of his new assistant. He couldn’t remember her name, and she was his 4th new assistant in the two weeks Y/N had quit. Colin rubbed his temples, good god each one of them was worse than the last. He needed Y/N back.

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You were laying on your couch watching some terrible movie on daytime television. You’d been staying in for the past two weeks, after it turned out your wrist was broken you thought it would be best to look up some jobs online while you let it heal. You had been doing everything in your power to stop thinking about Colin, to just forget him. It was not going well.

The first night after you quit, you had arrive home from the doctor and just fell onto the couch sobbing. You and him could get a bit tense with each other, but that was natural being so close all the time. It just hurt that even though he was stressed, he took it out on you. Nevertheless, you continued trying to focus on whatever was on TV, until you heard a quick knock on your apartment door. Sliding off the couch you make your way to open the door, and you try and close it once you see who it is but he sticks his foot in the doorway.

“What do you want Colin?” you say trying to sound mad.

“Y/N please listen to what I have to say.” he says desperately. After a beat of hesitation, you sigh and open the door the whole way. Once you get a good look, you can see that he looks awful. He looks disheveled and absolutely exhausted. When he sees you a look of relief washes over his face. You raise your eyebrows expectantly, and he speaks.

“Y/N i’m - i’m sorry about what I said. I said shitty things to you and you didn’t deserve it. Honestly no one comes close to you, and I want to ask if you would-”

“Ok.” you say simply.

“I’ll come back.” His head shoots up in surprise. You were happy to work with him, and definitely felt relieved he wanted you there and you wouldn’t need to find a new job.

“Really?” he says and you nod.

“Oh thank god I don’t know what I would do if you refused. See, I've already had to fire four assistants and-”

“Four? Colin, really” you say finding it hard to contain your laughter.

“Oh shut it” he mutters as you step forward and grab his hand.

“Wanna come in and watch shitty TV with me?” you smile at him. He says nothing but follows you to the couch, flopping down beside you and slinging his arm around your shoulder.

“Ow careful.” you grimace holding your wrist up as he looks at you with confusion. He gently grabs your hand looking at it with furrowed brows.

“When did this happe-” he stops himself when the realization dawns on him, and he puts your hand down and gives an exasperated sigh.

“Fuck me” he nearly whispers.

“Hey it’s okay.” you say softly scooting closer to him.

“No it isn’t, I was so angry for no reason I didn’t even notice.” he mutters, guilt straining his voice.

“Colin please. I left to quick for anyone to notice anyway, and for what it’s worth I forgive you.”

He glances at you and exhales a deep breath. You two seem to come to an understanding as you gaze at each other long enough, and you smile putting your head on his shoulder.

“I just care about you Y/N. A lot.”

“I care about you too-”

“No I mean I really really care about you. I really like you and I can’t stand to think about something happening to you.” he says, voice dwindling down in confidence and sounding vaguely uncomfortable showing so much affection. You put your hand on his cheek and turn his head to face yours. You can hardly stop the smile spreading across your face.

“I really really like you too.” you grin, and he mimics your expression, pulling you closer.

“Does this mean we can finally agree on something?” he teases

“Oh hush.”

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