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sanjayyyy-13 · 6 years

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These Batboys gotta chill

Hi guys! This imagine was requested and I overestimated how fast I can type. So it may seem a little crappier than the other Batboy imagines. It is basically the batboys being protective of they S/O . I hope you guys enjoy and be sure to send in some requests!

Bruce: This guy is OVER protective of you. I’m talking, personal chauffeurs, body guards (when he isn’t around) and a tracer on you at all times. He has to be like this because he is a very wealthy business man who gets targeted all the time. You don’t love all this extra security and you can’t get a minute to yourself. But you appreciate it. There was a time you got “attacked” by somebody who was in love with Bruce, I mean who wouldn’t be? When he heard what happened he made sure they were apprehended and he hired a whole new security team.

“Bruce, it’s fine. You don’t have to press charges.”

“No. I won’t have this conversation. You could of gotten hurt or worse.”

“Babe, leave it”

“I’m not going to. I can’t live with myself if anything happens to you”

Whenever you guys are together he does not have to worry because he knows he can protect you because he’s Batman! However one thing that he does have to worry about is all the people trying to hit on you. Because damn.. you always be looking like a snack. Cue his resting “i’m going to kill you if you don’t back off” face. He’ll usually give you exactly 30 seconds to handle it by yourself. Usually that will make the offender back off but on the rare occasion it doesn’t, expect him to be extra touchy with you. It’ll start off with a arm around your waist and then him holding you against him. This will finally get the guy or girl to back off.

For example:

Some dude or dudette: “Hey there, I saw you looking at me across the bar and you are really sexy”

You: “Umm. Im sorry but I think you might have got the wrong impr-“

Some dude or dudette: “Whatever, can I get your number?”

Bruce: “I don’t think you let her/him finish. They were about to tell you to get out of here” *signature bat glare*

Some dude or dudette: “Oh um.. yeah bye.”

You: “I could of handled it, you don’t have to butt in to every-mmrgh” he cuts you off by planting a very passionate kiss on your lips.

Apart from his overprotectiveness this dude is pretty chill and I think he would let you have your freedom but still have you under a watchful eye.

Dick: Bro… he goes 0 to 100 real quick. He may seem all sunshine and unicorns but he has a dark side that is usually uncovered when he needs to protect you. For starters he hates it if you go out alone because you could get mugged, after all this is Gotham. This happened a couple of times but you do have a great right hook, so bye bye bad guys. You may have come home with cuts and bruises, he immediately started babying you and swearing revenge in whatever dick wads did this to you. He gave you a taser gun so you could get whatever shit you needed done faster. Even after teaching you self defense and equipping you with some weapons he still follows you from the top of the buildings during patrol.

The first time this happened you wanted to have fun with him so you sarcastically stated “Oh my god help! I’m being stalked by a spandex clad idiot”. He started laughing and dropped down in front of you. “Hey! I may be in spandex, but I am no idiot” he stated offendedly. Chuckling he pulled you into an embrace and gave you a kiss on your forehead. It was a cute and cuddly moment but got interrupted by a buzz from his comms. “I gotta go angel” he says into your hair. Sigh. “Okay, go kick ass my spandex clad idiot”. He scoffs and disappears into the night.

When you guys are out in pubs he always makes sure that you are next to him. His hand never leaves your waist throughout the night. But as usual some drunk dude comes around asking for your number. Dick won’t even allow you to say one word because he will already be giving threats to this dude.

“Ay ma lemme get that number!”

“Back off before I shove my foot up your ass”

“Jeez, chill. Yo girl you better restrain your man”

You usually have to hold him back from starting a fight with anyone who even glances your way. (now all I can think about is him aggressively dancing and giving murderous looks to whoever looks at you… I’m dead) Sure, it’s cute but it gets annoying after some time because he never let’s loose afterwards however his love for you kinda cancels things out.

Jason: He’s a pretty chill dude when it comes to people hitting on you because he knows you can handle it pretty well. However he doesn’t tolerate it if anybody gets physical, for example if anybody touches you inappropriately and you are visibly uncomfortable. When it ever come to it he will stalk up towards whomever it may be and give them hell. First he will shoot them murderous looks from beside you or he will push them back and start a fight with them. Once it got so bad that the other guy ended up with a black eye and broken nose. Jason didn’t allow you to go out alone (at night) anywhere after that.

“Back off, they are clearly uncomfortable”

“Dude, chill they ain’t saying nothing”

“Get off of them before I punch you right in the nose”

And the rest is history.

Whenever he comes back from a long patrol and is exhausted he will be sure to collapse right on top of you and smother you with love just to make sure your alive because of the tragic things he see and experiences out there. His favorite position is with you sitting down and his head resting on your chest with your legs spread apart. This is because he can clearly hear you heart beating. There is no need to communicate, you guys are so in sync now that you know exactly how one another is feeling and what they need. (kinda like sims.. hehe)

Sometimes he has horrible nightmares with you becoming a victim to Jokers games. He always wakes up in a cold sweat and a beating heart, but when he realizes your steady breathing next to him he immediately becomes relaxed.

Since his job as Red Hood include making a lot of enemies and some may know his identity because he used to be “Arkham Knight”, he equips you with guns and knives. You have learnt a bunch of self defense techniques with his help and could pretty much become a vigilante. But he would never let that happen, you’re too precious.

Tim: When it comes to people hitting on you he wouldn’t even remotely know how to handle it. He’s such a cinnamon bun that he would let you handle it. Only if you ever really needed help and looked really uncomfortable will he become quite aggressive. Once you guys were at Bruce’s gala and a guy wouldn’t stop stalking you and you couldn’t really go anywhere without him needing to start a conversation with you. So Timmy boy came over and gave this guy a piece of his mind. After that outburst he immediately looked at you wondering if he handled the situation appropriately, but considering the guests expression it was a no. Honestly who the fuck cares because he took you both home for a comfortable night with Netflix and popcorn.

“Tim, thanks for that save back at the gala”

“No problem (Y/N), I will always be there to protect you”

*cue your cuddle session or make out session you preference*

Just like his brothers he make sure to teach you some fighting techniques and deck you out with some gear. He would always ask you to keep a tracer with you because he doesn’t wasn’t to ever lose you. He isn’t crazy overprotective like his dad but he still keeps a close eye on you. He makes sure that you get your freedom and free time but usually he becomes sad without his ball of energy near him all the time. But he always keeps your needs as priority numero uno.

“Babe, Im going out with my friends”

“Really? Now? Make sure to keep the tracer in you purse, don’t drink to much and take care of yourself. Call me if you need anything”

“Okay, mom”

“Seriously (Y/N), I need you to be safe”

“I will, I’m not the one who puts their life in dangerous every single night. Love you”

Damian: He’s just like his old pops when it comes to being protective. But he is so much more stricter. He has a certain set of rules that he expects you to follow. This includes don’t go out late at night, carry a weapon at all times, make sure you inform him where you are at all the time, blah blah blah. Do you follow them all the time… hell no. Gosh you would go absolutely insane.

His reaction: He gets mad… whats new? You make it up to him and he becomes better. But he won’t let it pass if you brought it upon yourself. Like once you were mad at Damian and you went to a friends party at the club. You tried to make him jealous by grinding upon some poor innocent soul. First he locked eyes with you and gave you a warning. You ignored him and let things escalate, he walked over and that person almost shit their pants because Damian whispered some pretty scary things to them.

“Damian, I’m sorry.”

“(Y/N), you can’t expect me to forgive you. You completely betrayed my trust and did something that almost made me kill someone.”

“Look, how can I make it up to you. I will do any-“

“It doesn’t matter. What matters is that you are always safe”

Ugh he can be so infuriating and smart that it annoys you. But you can see the truth to what he is saying so you start following what he says as long as you can still have your freedom. Whenever he has nightmares about you, he usually wakes you up so he can talk about it with someone. Sometimes he may even break down crying and that’s totally fine but it’s so heartbreaking because he loves you so much and will do legit anything to protect you.

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#batfamily #batfam headcanons #batman and reader #batboys #dick grayson #dick grayson x reader #bruce wayne and reader #bruce wayne #nightwing and reader #jason todd and reader #red hood #red hood and reader #tim drake and reader #Red Robin #damian wayne x reader #robin

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5hfanfiction · 7 years

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i have questions for u

Summary: Lauren hears the song for the first time.

“Why did you leave me here to burn? I’m way too young to be this hurt,”

- I Have Questions, Camila Cabello

xxx

Nothing else beats a good sleep.

Especially when you’ve got a tight schedule like Lauren.

She enjoys what she does in the industry, with interviews and performances here and there, recording sessions and the like. It’s fulfilling for her to be able to go this far in her career, so it’s quite hard to envision what her life would be if she hadn’t taken a leap of faith when she had the guts to audition for X-Factor. No doubt the best decision she has ever made.

But being in this line of work isn’t as glamorous as it seems.

And by tight schedule, it really does mean tight (especially with the new album coming up) that there’s barely enough time for the girls to get a wink of sleep. Lauren swears she could go insane at any point, but she signed up for this so she’s going to take what she’s going to get. Of course the girls fought for their hard-earned breaks and day-offs, being worked to the bone is just plain abuse. Fortunately, their manager would always hear them out, calling the higher-ups in no time requesting for their much needed break.

“Charlie, you’re the best!”

“I love you!”

“You’re laundry’s on me, Charliebear.”

“Well, guess it’s time for bed.”

Despite it being only a quarter to eight in the evening, Lauren retreats back to her bedroom in the hotel suite that they are currently staying at. The moment her body hits the soft mattress, she’s dead to the world as she finally succumbs to sleep. She doesn’t make it for dinner since the other girls know that waking her up would be similar to disturbing a bear during its hibernation, a risk none of them are willing to take.

So the three mind their own business, do their own thing and leave Lauren in peace.

Or so she thought.

Lauren couldn’t remember whatever dream she’s having but she does remember hearing this loud music in her dream so she starts searching for it then—BAM! She’s back in the real world, her tired muscles aching as she stretches her arms and legs. She turns her head towards the window which has its curtains drawn, exposing New York’s city lights. With the night still young and the sun still down, Lauren should still be very much asleep.

The music—a Beyonce song, she finally figures—is getting louder this time and Lauren buries her face and grumbles nonsense into it. She tries doing the good ol’ pillow-against-your-ears trick but it doesn’t work, so goes for another option and haphazardly scrambles around her bed for her phone. She does spot it on the nearby bedside table, groaning when she has to scoot closer to it, her body not wanting to move at all.

Her phone indicates that it’s only half past eleven and she’s even more pissed that she has only gotten around three hours of sleep. She opens a few of her messages, learning that both Ally and Normani are out somewhere so that leaves her with none other than Dinah (though Beyonce on full blast is a dead giveaway). Because she’s exceptionally lazy today, she calls Dinah instead of charging into her bedroom.

It saves energy and Lauren is low on it.

Not surprisingly, it goes straight to voicemail, either due to her phone being dead or being set on airplane mode.

“Goddamnit,” Lauren curses, discarding her phone onto the bed. The Latina gets up anyway, extremely groggy and pissy, gathering all the strength she needs in giving a Dinah an earful (if she’s feeling extra pissed off today she might even give her a full sermon in Spanish). She pads outside her room and into the common area dressed in a loose sweatshirt and a pair of shorts. When she’s a couple of feet away from Dinah’s room, she notices that the song has ended. Before it could proceed to the next, Lauren decides to simply barge in.

Then she realizes it’s locked.

Lauren lets out a loud and infuriated sigh, raising one hand in knocking position.

“DJ! Could you keep it down I’m—“

“Why?”

Her words are cut off.

Lauren’s fist hangs in the air motionless as her ears register the sound. It’s as if time has frozen in place and she’s left hearing the rasp of the voice echo inside her head all over and over again. Memories of the girl flashes into her head, both the good ones and the bad. With so many issues that have gone between them, she isn’t sure she could handle hearing the rest of this.

Something tells her she shouldn’t be listening.

Not right now at least.

She makes a move to leave.

”Did you leave me here to burn? I’m way too young to be this hurt.”

The voice sends shivers down her spine, her feet halting in its tracks. Her head whips back to Dinah’s door. She swears the voice is speaking to her as if she is physically there, telling her to stay.

And listen.

Her will to flee is strong, but the effect that the voice has on her is stronger that she is drawn back to where she stood outside Dinah’s room. Lauren feels like a metal being pulled by a magnet.

She wants to break free.

“I feel doomed in hotel rooms, Staring straight up at the wall Counting wounds and I am trying to numb them all.”

She continues to stand there idly, her feet refusing to follow what her mind is telling her to do while the rest of her senses go numb. It’s annoying how she’s so unsure. One second, she decides to go on but the next she’s just itching to leave. Her decisions continue to jump back and forth like a tennis match, and she can’t seem to choose which one has triumphed over the other.

Something burns in her throat, a kind of screech that begs for the song to stop.

Just stop.

“Do you care, do you care? Why don’t you care? I gave you all of me My blood, my sweat, my heart, and my tears Why don’t you care, why don’t you care? I was there, I was there, when no one would Now you’re gone and I’m here.”

She’s locked in a dreamlike state, similar to a sleep paralysis wherein she’s conscious that she’s awake yet she can’t bring herself to budge. It’s an internal battle that she’s struggling to fight, because her mind knows that maybe it’s time to face the music. The other part of her, however, stubborn and all, refuses to hear any of it.

But why is it so hard to walk away?

“I have questions for you Number one, tell me who you think you are You got some nerve trying to tear my faith apart (I have questions for you) Number two, why would you try and play me for a fool? I should have never ever ever trusted you (I have questions) Number three, why weren’t you, who you swore that you would be? I have questions, I got questions haunting me.”

While the chorus continues to play on, Lauren’s shoulders slump. She has finally given in to temptation, or more like she has accepted the fact that she has to listen to this sooner or later. But maybe it is too soon because everything feels heavy, her head, her chest, her eyes and there is nothing she could do about them. She’s frustrated over a song that’s getting to her so badly. Her emotions are getting messed up.

She is getting messed up.

“My, my name was safest in your mouth And why’d you have to go and spit it out? Oh, your voice, it was the most familiar sound But it sounds so dangerous to me now.”

“Camz…”

Lauren’s eyes widen as her name slips out from her and her hands immediately rush to cover her mouth. She hasn’t said her name in a while, it was so foreign yet so familiar at the same time. It’s an indescribable sensation to something she isn’t expecting. The corners of her eyes are dampening as she imagines what she would have felt when writing the verse.

So raw.

So vulnerable.

The words are filled with so much pain that it comes in like a series of punches into her stomach, though the one beating her up has already been stabbed multiple times in the chest. The muscles in her legs loosen and she drops to the carpeted floor, tears falling one by one with no indication of stopping, chest aching with every drop.

I’m sorry. I’m sorry, she says in her head.

But what is she sorry for?

Her sobs are silent throughout the second chorus, her hands still cupping over her lips. She releases all the tears, all the emotion she unknowingly had been holding in for God knows how long.

She wonders how crazy she must look if Ally and Normani catch her in this state.

“Do you care, do you care? Why don’t you care? I gave you all of me My blood, my sweat, my heart, and my tears Why don’t you care, why don’t you care? I was there, I was there, when no one was Now you’re gone and I’m here.”

She somehow regains composure and wipes away her tears with her sleeves. With a huff, she manages to stand up, the muscles in her legs recovering their strength. Her hand runs through her wild raven hair as she listens intently to the conclusion of the song, internally pleading to just get it over with. What she did not expect though, is to feel utterly and hopelessly broken by the next few lines.

“How do I fix it? Can we talk? Can we communicate? Can we talk? Do I wanna fix it?”

A huge lump forms at the base of her throat.

“I’m afraid of you.”

Fresh new tears gather at the sides of her eyes.

“Is it my fault?”

Lauren wants to scream.

“Do you miss me?”

She finally loses it and the tears come pouring out once more.

“I have questions.”

xxx

Guilty.

Lauren is guilty.

Guilt. That’s what she has been feeling all along the moment she hears the song. Somewhere, deep in her heart tells her that she has something to do with it. It has taken her around twenty minutes to draw out the conclusion while squatting outside Dinah’s room, back leaning against the door. Her face is still puffy with a tinge of pink on her nose and cheeks from all the crying, and her eyes a bloodshot red.

She should head back to her room before anyone sees her like this but she’s too tired to do anything.

Too emotionally exhausted to be exact.

She hasn’t counted the number of songs that has played since, but she knows that she has been there for some time. The music is still as loud as ever (Dinah should probably be deaf by now), yet it simply passes from one ear to the other. If her mind has been clouded with so many emotions minutes ago, now she is feeling blank.

Empty.

Nada.

It’s so empty that she hasn’t even noticed the music stopping.

“Woah—hey! Lauren?”

Lauren nearly falls on her back when Dinah suddenly opens the door, the younger girl jolting in surprise. The Latina quickly gets up on her feet and turns to her bandmate who watches her with confusion.

“Have you been crying?” Dinah places a comforting hand on Lauren’s arm, “You look horrible.”

“Oh, gee thanks,” Lauren rolls her eyes at Dinah’s honest comment, “And no I haven’t been crying, I just yawned before you opened.” She crosses her arms rather defensively, sporting her tough as nails persona.

“Sure, Jauregui. Sure,” the Polynesian pats her on the arm with a flat smile and pretends to take the bait. Instead of dwelling on the subject, Dinah knows when she shouldn’t cross the line so she changes the topic, “Why were you sitting outside my room, by the way?”

Lauren hasn’t anticipated for her to ask, her body twitching just the slightest bit upon hearing the question. She hopes Dinah hasn’t picked up anything on her body language because she really can’t deal with an interrogation or some kind of intervention right now.

“Your music was too loud,” she attempts to give her best excuse though she facepalmed herself internally at her lame try.

“Sooo you just had to sit outsi—wait a sec, I had my headphones on,” Dinah jabs her thumb over her shoulder to the direction of her bed where a MacBook Air sat with a pair of headphones above it. “How could you possible hear that?”

“Uh…I think you had your speakers on too?” Lauren points at a bluetooth speaker on top of one of the bedside tables, “I tried yelling at you about it.” Well, tried. Technically, she hasn’t finished her nagging since it had been cut off but Dinah doesn’t have to know about that.

“Crap! Seriously? Again?” Dinah runs over to where the speaker lays and shuts it off, while Lauren enters the room with a low and tired laugh. The younger girl sits on the edge of her bed and pouts her lips apologetically, looking up at her, “Sorry about that Lolo. My iPad’s connected to the speaker and Spotify was open too so when I was playing songs on my MacBook I guess they both played…”

“That explains it,” Lauren says with humor in her voice. She was about to say something else but Dinah unexpectedly jumps up from her bed, startling the Latina a little who also jumps in place.

“Did you…” Dinah seems to hesitate, somehow waiting for Lauren to complete the question for her. She rephrases her question in her head multiple times, knowing how Lauren absolutely hated to be treated as if she’s some fragile child. There have been some occasions in the past wherein the girls have been reluctant on bringing up certain…issues but Lauren has not-so-calmly clarified that she can handle it.

Judging the state she has found her when she opened the door, Dinah guesses she couldn’t exactly handle it. This is why she can’t help herself but be cautious when it comes to her.

“Did I what..?” Lauren tilts her head like a confused puppy, oblivious to where this is heading.

Dinah clears her throat, “Did you hear it?”

Lauren stiffens. She blinks for a good few seconds and answers, “Yeah.”

“I was really curious so…”

“I sorta was too. She seems to be doing great.”

The mood is light and Dinah hasn’t expected for it to be this easy to talk about it. In fact, she had been holding her breath right before Lauren gave her her answer. It would have been easier if Mani or Ally were at her side. Thankfully, it didn’t end up going downhill.

“Yeah, she’s well,” Dinah nods in confirmation. Maybe talking about her will help. “We spoke a few days ago. She’s in New York for—“

“Oh, tha-that’s great! Like super good.”

Shit. Dinah immediately regrets mentioning that they are currently in the same city. She would take it back if she could, but the damage is already done and the mood shifts uncomfortably, causing Dinah to reach out for her bandmate who only retreats backwards.

“Lauren…”

“I’m gonna try and head back to bed.”

“Um, okay. I’m sorry if I—“

“It’s fine,” Lauren waves it off, feigning nonchalance, “I’m fine. I’ll just…go.” Dinah watches her intently but Lauren’s eyes look anywhere but the Polynesian’s. The older girl musters one last not-so-assuring smile then she shuffles awkwardly out. The door closes behind her as she leaves.

Dinah curses at herself.

xxx

Camila isn’t easy to forget.

Out of all the people, Lauren took the news the hardest. Their relationship may have changed in the months leading to her departure, but it didn’t make things any easier. Although there have been various situations that have hinted regarding Camila being the first one to go, the reality of it has been too incomprehensible to believe.

Lauren wishes she should have noticed the little things, like the way Camila would request for a break by camping in an unoccupied room to be by herself or how she would seem to be on the brink of tears during one of the rehearsals. Would a simple are you okay make a difference? She wonders. But that’s all she could do, wonder, because they all have moved on and the girls respect her decision, despite not being allowed to be seen in public together.

Management sucks.

“Hey, sorry to keep you waiting.”

Lauren is pulled out from her thoughts when Camila arrives in a pair of gray leggings and a Vehements hoodie, her attempt at a disguise which Lauren has to keep herself from laughing. The outfit isn’t exactly what you would call discreet, but the ponytail, glasses and Nike combo didn’t really seem very Camila so she figures she must have really planned this one out.

“I know you’re judging me,” Camila narrows her eyes, taking a seat across from her. The coffee shop they’re in is small but private, just what they both need so they wouldn’t have to worry about paparazzi tailing them. Luckily, only four other customers are enjoying their early morning coffee, coming from a generation that most likely did not recognize any of them. It’s been nearly a year since they have both been here, having discovered this hole in the wall a few years ago. “It’s the best that I can do and you seem pretty cosy yourself.”

The green-eyed girl glances at her FSU shirt and a pair of shorts and Doc Martens. She opts to be as casual as she could in order to avoid any unwanted attention, bringing with her a FSU ball cap as well. “I’m going for the whole college girl look.”

“Very patriotic,” Camila comments with a grin, taking in her shirt and cap. “All you need is your student loans and a packet of ramen noodles then you’re good to go.”

Lauren laughs heartily and shakes her head. What has she been so nervous about when things are going so well? It’s true that it might have been some time since the two have been alone, casually chatting and whatnot, but there’s something about their encounter that’s making her feel at ease. Maybe it’s the fact that Camila looks absolutely happy, smiling at the other end of the table with her elbows propped and chin resting on her intertwined fingers.

The sight has made Lauren realize that her leaving really is for the best.

Then she remembers why she’s called her here.

“Camila…” she starts, fumbling with her words in her head. Her fingers play with the condensation dripping from her iced drink, tracing random circular patterns on the cup. She shuts her eyelids for a second, then opens them as she exhales deeply. “Is there…is there something you’d like to tell me?” A sense of dread clouds her mind.

Camila knits her brows together, her hands dropping gently onto the cold metal table.

“Like…is there something you’d like to ask me?”

Camila’s eyes shift around behind her thinly-rimmed glasses, processing Lauren’s question. The vagueness of it didn’t give her any clue on what Lauren is trying to let on so she searches for some kind of clue in her surroundings, looking at Lauren every few seconds. But her former bandmate refuses to add more details, leaving Camila to scavenge around her memory for something she may have completely forgotten months ago.

Then it hit her.

“Oh, Lauren…”

Lauren’s head snaps up to meet her beautiful face. No bags, no tiny creases on her forehead, no indication of stress and upcoming anxiety attack. She hasn’t seen her be this radiant in a while, probably her days in Fifth Harmony have taken it away from her. But now she has regained her usual glow, one that shined so bright she could outshine the sun.

“W-what?” Lauren asks dumbly. Dealing with Camila is thrice as complex as dealing with herself. Sometimes she thinks she knows what’s going through her head, other times she is left to crack her cryptic expressions that could have been masking her real emotions. Now, however, the smile that barely reaches her cheeks and the warm brown eyes that have melted her heart since day one are making zero sense to her.

Is she smiling because she’d rather not talk about it?

Was it a mistake bringing it up?

“I wrote that like, two years ago,” Camila says, half-embarrassed as if someone stumbled upon her middle school diary.

“Yeah but I just think—hold on a sec,” Lauren stuffs her hand in her shorts’ pocket as her iPhone vibrates indicating an incoming call. Great timing Charlie.

“Go ahead,” Camila gestures for her to take it.

The call lasts for about a minute or two with Lauren muttering a series of “Yeah”, “Uhuh” and “Okay” then ending it with “I’ll be there in thirty minutes,” before sending Camila a sad smile, disappointed that their conversation and little reunion has been cut short.

“Is everything okay?”

“Just have to meet up with one of the producers. I’m really sorry, Camila…” Lauren sighs. She retrieves a crisp five-dollar bill from her wallet and sets it onto the table. “Calling you then leaving so quickly.” Should I really leave?

“No biggie,” Camila dismisses it with a wave of her hand, flashing her freshly manicured nails, “I’m glad to see you though.”

“Me too.”

But Lauren doesn’t make a move to get up from her seat, her hands still gripping the metal armrests as if she is about to. Her feet, on the other hand, are stuck to the floor like it’s been superglued to the tiles. And her eyes, this time, are locked onto Camila’s and they just stare at each other in silence with Lauren’s heart beating a million miles per second.

“Hey, you should really get going, Charlie wouldn’t want you to be late.”

Lauren nods weakly, carefully standing up. She would be lying if she would say that she would be satisfied going back to the hotel like this. The only way for her to be able to sleep tonight is to get things over with so she can get rid of the guilt that makes her stomach sink every chance it gets when she thinks about it.

Because Lauren had once been so significant in that aspect in Camila’s life that she has poured her heart and soul into a song. A song that she may have the answers to the questions it asks. The questions that have been haunting the poor girl for far too long.

As if reading her mind, Camila assures her “I promise you, you have nothing to be worried about.”

“Wait…what do you—“

“I’m sure you’re wondering… “

Camila is the girl whose heart she has broken, the lively spirit she may have destroyed.

Lauren is the girl whose heart has also been broken, whose heart was also taken away when she left.

But no matter the pain or damage she has caused, Lauren is just the girl whose heart Camila has also broken.

Not the person from her song.

“The song’s not about you, Lauren.”

xxx

The first time I listened to the song, I was on the brink of tears. And I couldn’t help but write this one. While dozens of people think that the song may be about Lauren, I’d also like to consider the possibility that it’s not.

I do hope you’ve enjoyed this as I have other songfics in mind.

have a great day and be nice to each other

-keeks

#UPDATE #one shot #non AU #camren #based on song #submission #i have questions for u

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dancingalone21 · 7 years

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That’s My Girl

Summary: Jensen breaks your plans for the evening but the sly bastard makes it up to you.

Prompt: “That’s not a good enough reason to get married.”

Characters: moviestar!Jensen x Reader

Requested: @arryn-nyx

"I can't believe you're bailing on me!"

"I promise I'll make it up to you, Y/N!" Of course Jensen subjects you to his dazzling signature smile, the one that reminds you of kittens and rainbows and all of that corny shit.

He drags you in for an insanely tight hug as if that will make your moodiness disappear. Well, the joke's on you because it's starting to work. Damn his perfect physique. How are you supposed to stay pissed when an attractive man who smells delicious is touching you?

You gather up enough super strength to shake those distracting thoughts away. There's no way in hell that you're letting him off the hook this time. Nice try, buddy.

But Jensen's only wearing a thin, white t-shirt, allowing you to feel every one of his god damn muscles. Fuck. The man knows what he's doing, his hotness has gotten him out of more than you'd like to admit. To be fair, it definitely works both ways. All you have to do is bite your bottom lip and he's fucking putty in your hands. Silly boy.

"Whatever, Ackles." You abruptly abandon the embrace, ignoring the pitiful pout on your best friend's full lips.

Tonight's festivities have annoyingly been put on hold, the plans you've both had for weeks are now fucking ruined. It was supposed to be just you and Jensen for the entire evening. No work, no bullshit, no drama. Nothing but a bottle of Jack, delicious homemade nachos and a long list of cheesy Matthew McConaughey rom coms. Sigh.

"My publicist wrangled me an invite last minute to the CMT Music Awards. So I need to make an appearance on the red carpet for a shit ton of interviews. You know my new movie is coming out soon, sweetheart. It's free publicity."

"But it's a country music awards show." You scrunch up your face adorably, automatically stealing Jensen's current thought. Lately that's all it takes for him to be completely enamored by you.

"Country music fans watch movies ya know. Especially ones with yours truly." Jensen cackles hoping you'll join in on his goofiness. You don't.

"It's your job. I get it." You sigh deeply, navigating your way down the staircase to where the home bar is located on the first floor. It's frustrating times like this, when you're grateful to have a plethora of alcohol at your disposal.

"I know the whole red carpet thing makes you nervous, otherwise I'd take you with me." Jensen stresses, refusing to just leave you be.

"Dude. Get out of my ass." You spin around, practically colliding into the green eyed man behind you.

"I don't want you to be mad at me, Y/N."

"Normally I wouldn't care but your schedule lately has been busy as fuck. We have to make plans to stay in and watch a movie for christ's sake."

"Trust me, I know. I don't like it anymore than you do. On the bright side, the movie's coming out in a couple of weeks so I'll soon have time off."

"I know, Jay." You defeatedly pour yourself a large drink, responding coldly to the wounded animal expression on his face.

"I ordered pizza. We can at least have dinner together!" Jensen shoots you a playful grin making you momentarily forget that you're aggravated. Again.

The doorbell suddenly chimes, snapping you out of the mesmerizing trance known as the Ackles charm. Saved by the fucking bell.

You weave around your intoxicating roommate, rolling your eyes at the noise of his boots hot on your trail. If you're gonna end up with a stalker, you suppose having a handsome one like Jensen is the way to go.

Expecting to see a pimple-faced delivery boy at the door, you quirk an brow as your eyes take in the sight before you. Jared Padalecki's here and he's holding a mother fucking pizza.

"What's up, kiddo!" Jared quickly pecks your cheek, barely slowing down as he strolls right on into the house. It's safe to say there's a huge scowl gracing your features as you stomp over to Jensen.

"Why is Jared here?" You whisper, grabbing a hold of his firm bicep.

"I invited him over for pizza. Is that bad?" Jensen cocks his head like a perplexed German Shepherd.

"I literally can't with you right now." You blow past him into the kitchen, automatically shoving a piece of pizza into your mouth. You may or may not be an emotional eater. And you may or may not being fucking emotional right now.

Jared directs a smirk at Jensen who's now inhaling a large slice himself, "Don't stuff yourself with too much pizza, Ackles. You wanna be ready and willing for your date tonight."

"I know, right! She's crazy hot." Your best friend replies mumbling with his mouth full.

"You're taking someone to the awards?" You ask nonchalantly, as if your stomach didn't just do a friggin somersault.

"Yeah my manager thinks it's better than me showing up solo. It's cool with me. She's sexy as hell. And funny too." Jensen obnoxiously wiggles his eyebrows in your direction, close to earning himself a punch in the gut.

"Seriously, man. She's gorgeous. If I were you, I'd propose tonight. Lock it down asap!" Jared throws his napkin down dramatically, as if that drives his point home. You're surrounded by dumb asses.

"That's not a good enough reason to get married, Padalecki. I need to test drive the car first before I buy it."

"He means sex." Jared stupidly informs you. Yeah no shit, dipstick.

"Who the fuck are you two idiots talking about?" You blurt out, freezing at the way the words stumbled out of your mouth. You didn't sound jealous, right?

Damn it.

"Jenna Moore. She plays a supporting role in my movie. She's new to the business, so it's her first major motion picture."

"She's talented...definitely has some nice assets." Jared cracks, mischievously rubbing his palms together.

"And that's my cue. Have fun gossiping, whores. I'm going to binge watch Schitt's Creek." Without a second glance, you steal one more piece of pizza and get the fuck out of there.

Is there a strong possibility that you're secretly harboring feelings for your best friend? Well duh. Anyone with half a brain can tell at this point, except for said best friend of course.

Whatever. You've been staring blankly at the TV screen for the past hour, trying to contemplate your wonderful life choices. Then a knock on your bedroom door breaks your concentration.

"Hey." Jensen pops his head in, appearing strangely nervous although you keep that information to yourself.

"I know you're mad at me. Hopefully I can make up for it."

"We shall see." You sass side eyeing him, pulling a quiet growl from his chest.

"Come on. Follow me." Your best friend waves you over towards the door but you refuse to budge.

"What?"

"Come on, Y/N. Pleaseee."

"For the love of all things holy, Ackles. This better be good." You groan theatrically, chucking your blanket onto the floor before lazily leaving the room.

Jensen's nervousness grows by the second as he leads you down the hall to a huge guest bedroom. He hesitates for a split second before swinging the door open and heading inside.

You see three pretty women, you'd guess probably in their 30s and they are all smiling brightly in your direction. Dafuq?!

"Y/N...this is Kelsey, Tina and Jen."

“Um...hi." You mutter with a strained smile. "What's happening right now, Jay?"

"Kelsey's gonna do your hair, Tina's doing your makeup and Jen will help you with your outfit." Jensen claps his hands loudly, looking beyond thrilled.

"....What."

"You're my date to the CMT's!"

"What the fuck...what about the stupid actress? Did she bail on you?" You cross your arms over your chest, making Jensen snicker loudly. Fantastic.

"No, babe. She was never my date. The studio wanted me to take Jenna but I said no. I want to take my favorite girl." He admits sheepishly, a light shade of pink covering his cheeks.

"And you thought springing it on me like this would be a good idea?"

"Yes...maybe...I don't know." Jensen stutters adorably, running his hands through his hair. Deciding you both need some privacy, he asks the three women to wait downstairs before pulling you over to the couch.

"I know you're not big on the celebrity thing, like all the attention that comes with being out in public with me. But I'm also a stubborn fucker and I want you to be on my arm tonight."

"I literally want to smack you." You whine, shoving him in the shoulder. He instantly shoves you back, making you both burst out laughing.

"I know. I figured if it was a last minute surprise...you wouldn't have time to get too nervous about it. Or get too pissed at me. So what do you say? Be my date?"

"I suppose..."

"Sweet!" Jensen jumps up, lifting you off of the the ground in a bone crushing hug.

"Lord help me." You groan smushing your face into his hard chest, realizing this could easily turn into a horrible idea.

"I'm gonna send the girls in and they can help you get ready. I even picked a dress for you!" Jensen's energy is annoyingly infectious, so you choose to just go along with this crazy idea.

Getting your hair and makeup professionally done is actually pretty fucking fun. You could totally get used to this kind of pampering. Although Jen won't let you see your dress until it's time to get changed and it's driving you mad.

You're silently praying that you'll like what Jensen handpicked for you. Finally after laying out your matching high heels and jewelry, she reveals what you've been waiting for.

Your mouth drops at the gorgeous, multi-colored gown with a hip high slit placed in front of you. That boy did fucking good. Real good. You're now starting to get weirdly excited for tonight, even if it ends up going bad at least you'll look awesome.

The girls take care of some finishing touches before wishing you well. Now it's just you and Jensen left in the house, it's nerve racking since he hasn't seen you yet.

You tell yourself to stop being a major pussy and head downstairs to where he's waiting for you. Seeing him in his dark maroon suit is giving your mind all sorts of naughty ideas.

"Holy shit, Y/N. You look incredible!" Jensen's practically drooling at the sight of you and you're pleasantly surprised at his reaction. Taking your hand, he twirls you around causing a giggle to escape your lips.

"So will you be my date?" Jensen wonders wrapping his arm around your waist.

"Um I think we already established that." You chuckle, gesturing down at your fancy attire.

"I mean like a real date. Like more than friends."

"Really..."

"Hell yeah. You're my best friend, Y/N. I can't see myself with anyone else. You're beautiful and hilarious and just...amazing." He takes advantage of your shocked state by crashing his lips into yours. You gotta give it to him, he's definitely turned this night around.

"You ready for our first date, gorgeous?"

"I'd rather pizza and beer but I suppose an award show will do." You tease hooking your arm with his.

"That's my girl." Jensen happily agrees with a smirk, leading the way.

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Bad jokes and Perfect hair

Hope you get well soon! May I make a request for a fanfic once you’re better? I thought I’d seen a primeval fic written by you once before so can I please request a Becker x female reader fic? Feel free to write whatever plot you’d like but nothing too angsty and a happy ending please :)

Captain Hilary James Becker x Female Reader For Anon Words: 2007

Always send me Primeval Reqs, Connor Temple remains to be my ideal man. Part of this is taken from Jurassic Park 2.

“I’m not being rude, I’m just surprised you have friends.” Becker had chided at Connor when he’d first mentioned you. “Well, actually, that was very rude.” Connor said and looked to Abby for backup who rolled her eyes at the men. That was the first time Becker had learnt of your existence, it seemed like forever ago now but he remembered it well because it was the first time the team seemed to trust him.

You had no involvement in the ARC at first, you were a close friend of Connor and, through him, Abby. It killed him that he couldn’t tell you the truth, about the dinosaurs, the ARC and the anomalys, he knew how much help you could be. But Lester would hear none of it, the ARC was invite only and you were a newly qualified palaeontologist, there was no reason to bring you onto the team.

Cutter had always predicted that Connor would eventually spill the beans and that you’d make a great member of the team and he was right. In fairness there wasn’t much more that Connor could do, he’d gotten a call about a Spinosaurus Aegyptiacus running amok on the M1, he knew the dinosaur was larger than a T-Rex, he’d need as much help as he could get. It helped that you were with him when he’d gotten the call.

It took some convincing, and by convincing, you didn’t believe him.

But in the end his pleading got you to go with him and you figured that you might as well go with him because: one, either he had really lost it and he needed your help to make sure that he didn’t hurt himself or someone body else or two, let’s just say for a moment that he could be telling the truth and there was really a dinosaur that you’d studied trashing the motorway and you could help stop it.

So you went with him and let him drive so that you could google on your phone how easy it was to commit somebody for insanity, surprisingly easy as it happens. It would be easy to say that you were shocked when it turned out Connor was right but honestly you were more preoccupied by the mighty beast flipping over empty cars with its massive snout on the abandoned motorway. If anything the crew were more shocked by your reaction to the dinosaur which was essentially running after it down the road. Action man, as Connor called him at the time, tried to catch you but you dodged him by ducking around a flipped car.

In the end he rugby tackled you, not hard enough to injured you but hard enough to scrape your knees and elbows as you crashed to the floor. He was shouting at you, some barking military order that he seemed to think you should take note off but you were too busy staring. It was a real life dinosaur.

You’d pushed him off and mocked his plan of ‘loud noises’ to push the creature into the anomaly, didn’t he know that he was dealing with what was thought to be the largest carnivore to ever prowl the earth? You were pushed back with Connor and Abby and they shot at the dinosaur until it was pushed back into the anomaly then Connor rushed forwards to mess with something until the shining spark closed. You took a moment to look around at the size of the military operation; Connor had clearly put himself in danger by telling you about the dinosaur so you found it hard to be mad at him for keeping it a secret for so long.

He ran back over to check that you were okay before asking, “Are we still friends?” “Of course you idiot.” You laughed.

He officially introduced you to Becker, though you much preferred the name Army Man, Connor knew that he’d finally got his way and would be able to get you into the ARC. “You’re not going to do some weird Men in Black memory easer type thing to me, are you?” you asked Becker, his face was full of scorn that he’d had to deal with another run away palaeontologist, like he didn’t have enough to deal with Connor, Cutter and Abby.

He didn’t like your joke, “You could have gotten yourself killed, you know that?” You couldn’t help yourself, “Correction, I could have gotten us both killed.” Behind Becker you could see Connor but his face in his hands at your quip. Becker gave you a level look, “So you’re Connor’s dinosaur friend? The palaeontologist.” “No what Connor means by that is I’m an actual dinosaur pretending to be a person.” You joked. It took a moment of Becker’s blank expression for you to realise that he didn’t appreciate your jokes.

You rolled your eyes, “It’s a joke, I’ve just seen a bloody dinosaur, I’m in shock okay?”

That was how you joined the ARC.

—-

It took two weeks of working together for him to get used to your humour and for you to learn that you weren’t allowed to run up to the dinosaurs. He’d only had to tackle you once or twice more until you understood that.

A friendship developed between you that neither expected, you respected how hard he worked to keep you all safe and he found it easier to ask you any questions about the creatures you were following because Connor always went off on a tangent and Cutter was always slightly mocking.

You’d been working closely together for four months when Becker realised that he’d done something very, very, stupid. He’d fallen for you. He absolutely had fallen head over hells for not only someone that he worked with but someone that he was paid to protect. Becker was furious with himself, he couldn’t let anyone get hurt because he was distracted by you. So he started to distance himself from you but eventually he had to stop because you’d approached him quietly and asked him if you’d done something to offend him.

He’d lied and said he had a lot on his mind and stopped pulling away from you and you’d fallen back into your habits of him coming around to your place to hang out and watch, of all things, Jurassic Park.

You were happy to have Becker back to normal, you’d missed your gym sessions where he kicked your ass and your easy conversations during quiet times in the ARC. You’d been worried that maybe he was avoiding you because he’d realised that you had feelings for him.

You were both in one of the ARC labs when you decided to pester him, “Hey Hils?” He groaned, he really regretted the day that you’d seen his file and his full name. He didn’t answer. “Hilly I’m talking to you.” You teased. “Stop it.” He snapped but his expression was soft. “Oh Hils why are you being so mean?” You asked spinning on the high lab chair. Becker stepped over to you and put his hands on either side of the chair to stop it so that you were facing him. You swallowed hard, did he always smell this good? “Final warning, stop.” He told you, his expression smug. You knew what he was threatening, he was going to tickle you, your one weakness, and he knew that you couldn’t escape with his thick arms on either side of you. “Okay.” You pouted before adding, “That’s very mean of you Hilary.” “Right!” He said as his hands dove to your side tickling you. You squealed and jumped forwards, practically splatting against his chest, he chuckled deeply and caught you. Becker looked down at you, practically bundled into his arms. You looked up at him and gave him a shaky smile and it hit both of you how close you were. In the back of his mind, Becker knew that he should never have gotten this close to you, not at work, but it didn’t stop his head inclining down towards you and gently brushing his lips over yours.

You sighed into the kiss and ran your hands up his chest and up over his shoulders to run into his hair which was always so damn perfect. He was still practically holding you up and too him in a sturdy but soft grip. The kiss was softer than you would have ever expected from someone who always shot first and asked later.

A blazing alarm made you jump away from each, chests heavying not from the kiss but from the surprise. “We should-” he started. “Yeah.” You agreed and then you were both running towards the alarm.

—-

It had taken you five minutes in the vans to get to the anomaly in the grounds of a large estate, Becker had taken that brief time to fix his perfect hair. The vans had been parked around the anomaly and it had quickly become apparent that you were dealing with a herd. You caught side of the dinosaur briefly before you were yanked behind a van by Becker. “What are we dealing with?” He breathed, his hand left your arm and his gun was raised. “Pachycephalosaurus.” You told him and he gave you the proud look that he always did when you reeled off ridiculous names with ease. “Is it going to eat my men?” He asked you, business as always. You shook your head, “No, herbivore, Late Cretaceous. See the dome skull, its solid bone. The neck attaches at the bottom of its skull so when it lowers its head it lines up directly with the spine. Its essentially a battering ram.”

Becker was absorbing the intel when, as if on que, the van you were hiding behind was rammed into you. Becker snatched your arm and yanked you both out of the way just in time. “Thanks.” You breathed, his gun was raised again, “Don’t shoot it, it’s just scared.”

Eventually you drove the vans in a circle around the pack and herded them into the anomaly. The anomaly was kept open and guarded by Becker’s guys while the rest of you split up in the grounds to make sure that you’d got them all. You went with Becker and walked in silence for the most part, dinosaurs and your kiss on both of your minds. Your phoned buzzed and you read out the messaged from Connor, “They think that’s the entire herd. The anomaly has closed naturally, time to go.” Becker nodded and moved his gun so that it was strapped to his back and when you were both walking back he coughed to get your attention, “Are we okay? About the kiss?”

That was Becker all over, straight to the point. Gathering your courage you decided to just go for it, “Yeah we’re okay. I mean, I wouldn’t mind if we did it again.” You shrugged and continued walking like you hadn’t just admitted anything. Becker caught your hand and you stopped, when you turned his lips were on yours instantly.

Your hand found his perfect hair again and his hands held your body to him. He was the first to pull away, “Maybe this isn’t something we should be doing right now.” When your expression fell he added, “It’s not really work appropriate, is it?” “Neither is your hair, Hils.” You joked and then laughed as he rushed to push down his hair as you headed back to the guys.

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So, we did meet up at a local place a few days after that email message. I was genuinely happy to see him and it was good to be out and away from my computer for a while.

Being that Jim is an Advertising Executive (for a company that generates more revenue in a day than most people make in decades) of course our conversation veered towards ‘Internet talk’.

And it took less than 5 minutes for Google to come into the convo…

At first we were basically laughing at how easy it used to be to profit from AdWords/PPC… but then I began to share what had happened to me… and how life shattering it had been to lose my AdWords account.

My website traffic… my sales… my income… my entire life had come to a screeching halt.

And then I am ashamed to admin – I broke down – I admitted defeat to my old friend and told him I was gonna be putting together the resume and try to get back in the industry for a normal 9-5.

He Looked Like He Wanted To Slap Me In The Face Right There In Public For Giving Up And Talking About Going Back To Work A 9-5!

Jim wasn’t sympathetic at all – not like I thought he would be – I dunno. I guess I thought he was gonna tell me, “everything will be ok!”

Instead, he looked angry with me…. he looked like he wanted to slap me.

He told me (quite bluntly) that I was insane for EVER considering going back to a 9-5. “Listen”, he said, “you have the life everybody dreams of, including me… you wake up when you want to… you work when and WHERE you want too… you have the IDEAL!”

“Why would you ever give up on that?”

After hearing him put it that way, I realized I had been acting like a martyr… I had been ungrateful for the opportunities that I had in my life. In fact, I was so busy feeling crappy about my life, I had totally ignored the fact that Jim personally manages millions of dollars in ad spending every year for his company.

Instead of getting caught up in how bad things had been – I SHOULD have been bugging Jim for insider info on what he was doing for his company.

Well, I wasn’t going to be a martyr…

I wasn’t going to ignore opportunities…

I WAS going to rebuild my business, bigger, better, and more profitable than ever before. And I was going to ask Jim for help!

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As you might guess, once it dawned on me that Jim was a resource I should have tapped into long ago – he had the traffic buying experience, the traffic testing experience, and millions of dollars worth of ad spend data to know what works and what doesn’t…

… well, once that dawned on me… I hit him up for every bit of information I could… I mean I grilled him and sucked up every tiny morsel of traffic information I could get out of him.

You might be surprised (I was) to know that his company very rarely even used Google AdWords to advertise -or any other PPC network for that matter…

A company with millions of dollars in their ad budget didn’t even bother with PPC campaigns on networks like Google Adwords… all because the return simply is not there for them.

He went on to reveal that it was more than that though… click costs was just one reason they didn’t use PPC for their advertising.

You see – Google was too small for them.

“Small!”, I said… “how the hell can this multi-billion dollar company that seems to be buying everybody ever be considered small?”

“Small”… he replied… “because Google only has 6% of all Internet traffic. The REAL traffic is in the other 94%!”

I had been looking at website traffic completely WRONG! Â I was thinking too small…

Yes, in our industry we are ‘brainwashed’ early on to believe that Google is the definition of traffic. But the reality is, they only own a small percentage of all the traffic that exists:

You’ll notice that there has been growth from 1% of all Internet traffic to 6% of all Internet traffic since 2007 – that actually is mostly attributed to the purchase of YouTube.

And even with that – there’s still 94% of Internet traffic out there that we’ve been brainwashed to ignore!

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So if there is all this traffic everyone is talking about in Google – and Google only makes up a small fraction of the total traffic online… why aren’t you getting YOUR share of traffic online?

I’m gonna be super blunt here so buckle up.

You’re not getting the traffic you want because, if you’re like most, you’re still struggling with the old outdated methods that haven’t worked for years.

Or, you’re sweating it out, busting your ass trying to get article marketing or SEO to work, backlinking, blogging, and everything you can muster just to get a trickle of traffic for all your efforts.

So, as you may have already guessed, this is all a big fast waste of your time, and will take FOREVER to generate results – assuming they ever do get you the results you want.

How many times have you set up a new site, tried all the methods they have been teaching you, and found yourself refreshing your stats over and over and over again (every day) only to grow more and more disappointed each day.

This is a vicious cycle that 95% of all internet marketers enter into…

… of course, most marketers still keep trying to do these things -Â crossing their fingers… praying… HOPING that maybe, “this time it will work”!

They grow frustrated, tired, worn out – and on the verge of just giving up hope all together when it never works for them.

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This new world of traffic is referred to in the corporate world of Advertising as Media Buying. And it’s what my old friend Jim taught me that changed my life – and can now change yours.

This is unlike any advertising medium you’ve ever seen before, creating waves of traffic at will. Traffic like this:

Now, while media buying isn’t talked about much in Internet marketing circles because nobody knows this stuff right now (giving you first mover’s advantage).

The fact is – media buying as a traffic model is really not all that new…

After all, media companies have been doing it for years and years with newspapers, television, radio, and now the Internet.

But for some reason it’s never caught on with Internet marketers – probably because most marketers hear things like “get your insertion orders approved” and they think this stuff has got to be hard.

When it’s NOT hard – in fact, you’ll see just how easy this is…

Unfortunately, most of us have boxed ourselves into all the familiar pay per click traffic, SEO, article writing, blogging, bookmarking, backlinking, etc models that just don’t work, cost too much, or take an exhaustive amount of time…

The fact is – media buying is simpler than ANY of these – and the results are ASTOUNDING.

For me, my success with media buying began when I took the list of companies that Jim gave me at lunch that day – and began researching them the second I got home. As I poured into this new world…

… I knew I had to tap into the power of media buying – and I needed to do it right NOW.

After signing up with a few of those companies Jim told me about (and that I had never heard of before that day), I went ahead and set up my first banner ad campaign, which took a total of about 30 minutes.Â

All that was required was that I login and put a little check in the box next to categories and sites that I thought matched my targeted demographic, clicked a button to activate my campaign – and I was done.

I had some errands to run so I popped out for the rest of the evening and was out until late that night. Since I got home late I forgot about the campaign entirely and went right to bed.

The next day I woke up to an email from Jim asking how I made out with the companies he referred, and I hadn’t even checked them yet. So, of course I had to see what happened and I logged into my affiliate account.

When I saw my stats I literally almost passed out!

I was in total disbelief!!!

I knew I had FINALLY found what I had been looking for. And I was about to milk media buying for every ounce of traffic – and for all the money I could!

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