also here's my face hi guys

This is dedicated to @mormoc and @percyyoulittleshit 

Because I went through a funk and they sent me such sweet messages and they’re just amazing people in general and I want to thank them for being just the best girls and the best of friends a girl could ask for. I love them and I just want to say thank you guys!

Here’s a list of some of my personal favorite Newsies videos.

Ben and his pulled pork

Tommy and Laurie’s red velvet cake, also Andrew

Tommy and his Baby Swiss Cheese

Joab and Adam’s M&M’s with his face, but shh, Bres is sleeping

Ben not doing magic

Corey getting people to admit he’s hot while he’s wearing a pumpkin mask with Obama’s face

Corey can’t remember his lyrics for the life of him

Adam and Mike roast session featuring pit stains

Same LaVon, same

Go and look it up. The poor guy’s head is spinning.

Mike and his broken chair

These are just a few that I have found so far. This may be updated at some point in time.

Teach Me - Stuart Twombly

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Stuart Twombly/Reader

Word Count: 7399

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Mention of Oral (both receiving), Actual Oral (female receiving), Orgasm Denial, Public Sex, Hate Sex

Notes: I procrastinated a lot on this all week. So I’m sorry. But can I say I’m kind of proud about how his came out? I hope ya’ll like it. 

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My Personal Pain Reliever | Zach Dempsey x Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff
POV: Reader’s/First Person

A/N: Hi everyone! This was requested by anon. I’m sorry it isn’t my usual lengthy write-up but I just decided to keep this short and sweet tbh. I hope you guys still like it though! Enjoy!

Request: Hi can I ask for a Zach x reader where Zach finds out the reader’s on her period? He gets flustered and googles what to do… thanks :)

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“Babe, I can’t go to the game today, I’m so sorry. I’m having really bad period pains and the slightest movement would cause the most excruciating pain you can ever imagine.” I tell Zach over the phone. It was their big game today and it sucked that I couldn’t be there to support him.

“Wh-what?” Zach mumbles on the other line, I can imagine him scratching his head, with his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. The thought itself made me shake my head and smile.

“I’m on my period Zachary, you know the 3-5 days females bleed from down south?” I ask while I’m curled up into a ball on my bed.

“N-no, y-yeah, I know what a period is, no.” he stutters and I giggle at him.

“I’m really sorry baby, I promise I’ll make it up to you soon. I won’t miss another game, ever. I’m sorry.” I say, I can hear him sigh from the other line which broke my heart.

“It’s okay babe, don’t worry. As long as you get some rest, that’s what matters.” he answers but I can still hear the disappointment in his voice.

“Good luck Zachary. Do your best okay?” I reply softly.

“I will Y/N. Feel better soon baby.” he says and we both bid goodbye to each other.

After ending the call, I suddenly realize why Zach was acting so flustered while we were talking. It has only been about a month ever since we started officially dating and this is actually the first time that this has happened since. I smile at the thought of him being so confused and worried at the same time. A couple of minutes later and the pain on my stomach causes me to doze off.

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Later that day

I hear a faint knock on my door which makes my eyes flutter open. However, I just couldn’t bring myself to move an inch. Luckily, I heard the door creak open before I even had to prepare myself to get up. To my surpise, a pouting Zach Dempsey comes in and places a couple of bags on my desk before walking over to my bed and leaning above me.

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taakitz superhero au where taako is the proprietor of a gourmet bakery that has thieves and villains descend upon it each night because the pastries are SO DELICIOUS and they NEED the SECRET RECIPES so they can HYPNOTIZE THE POPULACE or some other harebrained schemes. his baking is that good.

kravitz, local superhero, must swoop in every time and save taako! …but listen. he is not the superman of the city. he’s not even the aquaman. he is honestly sort of inept, but he has a great costume and an accent and he does his best! he has his heart in the right place.

taako is enamored both with his becaped rescuer and with the cute local reporter that buys a muffin for breakfast from his place every other weekday and has a real sweet smile. hey there, handsome, you want a mocha to go with your blueberry swirl? on the house ;))))

kravitz savors each morning interaction and while he wishes that taako’s bakery wasn’t burgled so often.. it is pretty nice to help him out…. and see him more…. one of these days he’ll ask him out! but will taako accept both sides of him???? kravitz wonders, staring moodily across the city skyline… emo sigh.

(taako knows they’re one and the same, but he lives for melodramatics, so he is all about this whole situation tbh. and kravitz’s mask falls off pretty often, anyway.)

(and listen. those shoulders? he could recognize them anywhere. mmmm. delish.)

(read more for courtesy since this got a tad long)

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Originally posted by navigaero

Pairing: Shawn x Reader

Request: Hiii great work!! can u do one about her not being liked by the fans??? Or something like that? Thanks xo

Warnings: Angst?? Dissing? Idk?

A/N: Ok so this might not be one of my best work but like pls bear w me, I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT!!!


“And now we’re back with the one and only, Shawn Mendes!” The interviewer announced making Shawn smile and wave at the camera

“Hello!” He said not being able to wipe the smile off of his face

“Lovely to have you here! We also hear that you are now officially on the market again!” The interviewer said enthusiastically 

“It’s good to be here! And… yeah I’m single.” he said trying so hard to not let his smile fall

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Should you fight them: Russian leaders from 1855 onwards edition

Tsar Alexander II: leave alexander II alone. he just wants to free serfs and liberalize the legal system without having his authority threatened by the nobility. If you fight him you will definitely win, but, you’d be a bad person.

Tsar Alexander III: PLS FITE HIM. I mean, he’s big and burly and stoic and conservative and everything a Russian tsar is “supposed” to be so you will probably get all your limbs broken, but he is a dick, so fight him anyway.

Tsar Nicholas II: Fight him. You will undoubtedly win. He will run all the way to your duel by foot, by means of an extremely dumb and unnecessarily long route, (accidentally fighting the wrong person along the way) and be already totally wiped by the time he arrives. Even when it’s clear it’s a losing battle, and everyone he knows is telling him to just back out of the fight already, he will refuse, consequently pissing off everyone on his side and driving them to beat him up FOR you.

Vladimir Lenin: Don’t fight Lenin. He’s probably been planning his fight strategy for a decade. Bad idea.

Joseph Stalin: Um. Yeah. Don’t fight him. I dont think i need to explain myself, y’all already know the gory deets. Just, yikes, as much as fighting him would be amazing, pls stay far far away. 

~~fast forward~~

Nikita Khrushchev: If you fought him you would winbut he’d probably just read you an angry speech, throw a shoe at you, and then run away to watch star trek.

Leonid Brezhnev: Don’t fight him. He’s got a whole squad of underlings forced to come to his defense and fight you against their will, so, yeah. Don’t.

~~fast forward~~

Mikhail Gorbachev: You could definitely fight him, but you should probably just leave him be. He’ll probably just end up accidentally beating himself up, you wont even have to lift a finger. Anyway, he has a grammy and you don’t, so he’s won in the game of life. 

~~fast forward~~

Putin: i would say fight him but if he caught wind of your plans you would disappear off the face of the earth before you even got a chance.

Every Other Freckle

Anonymous asked: This might seem a bit odd, but I was wondering if you could write one where the reader helps Bucky out with his Tinder profile? ty xx

A/N: I’ve never used Tinder. So, like, hopefully I described it well enough? Hah… hope you enjoy!!:)

Originally posted by elaacreditava

Your previous job (before becoming an Avenger) was a social media manager for an internet company. Because of your knowledge of social media and the internet in general, Bucky was embarrassed to say that you were the first person he thought of when trying to set up a Tinder. 

Natasha told him about it and he thought it was the most idiotic thing anyone could come up with. “What happened to good ol’ meeting on a night out? Buying a drink for a lovely lady?” 

“People don’t do it that way anymore, Bucky.” 

He downloaded the app on his phone and realized that he had absolutely no idea what he was doing. After seeing your profile, he realized that you had one too. That’s when his plan went into action and that’s how he ended up here, standing in the doorway of your room while you finished some assignments for your college classes.

You looked up, taking the pencil out of your mouth and sliding your glasses to the top of your head, “What’s going on?” 

Bucky took a deep breath, walking in and closing the door to your room, “If I ask you this favor, will you please keep it a secret?” 

You rose an eyebrow, keeping your eyes concentrated on his lips while he continued to speak, “(Y/N)?”

“Huh? Wha- oh yeah, what do you need help with?” You stuttered your way through, pretending that you weren’t just admiring Bucky’s plump lips and wondering what they tasted like. 

“Tinder.” 

Your heart sank just a bit. 

“Tinder? Why?” 

Bucky sighed, “Because Natasha said it’ll… help me… find someone.” 

You smiled warmly, noticing how Bucky’s voice became quieter with every word. Find someone? Does that mean he’s looking to settle down with someone? Or is he just looking for hookups? You doubted that that was the case, because despite everything he’s been through, he values family and love much more than most people do nowadays. 

Bucky’s face was now very red and you could tell how embarrassed he was. You almost became embarrassed for him, but you realized it’s entirely normal and put your hand out for his phone. 

He unlocked it and handed it to you, allowing you to open the Tinder app and see that he’s already signed in. 

“Okay, well first thing is you need a different profile picture.” You said, eyeing the picture of Bucky with his face half hidden and his eyes looking a dark gray while hair fell in front of them. 

“What’s wrong with the one I have now?” He said, genuinely curious with no venom behind his words at all. 

You giggled, “You need to be able to see your face. Stand up by the lamp, I’ll take a better one.” 

Bucky did as you told, and before you took the picture, you ran your fingers through his hair and straightened his posture as much as possible. “Okay, now smile.” 

When the smile didn’t meet his eyes, you let out a small sigh, “Think of something that makes you happiest, then revert those emotions to your lips. Show teeth.” You never thought you’d be giving advice on how to smile to Bucky. 

“This is weird.” He muttered. 

“Online dating is always weird.” You muttered back, readjusting his hair again and watching as he spread a wide smile across his face, one stretching across your own as he did so. 

Without saying a word, you reopened the Tinder app and cropped the picture appropriately. You sat back on your bed and grinned at the picture. “Okay, next step; what do you want in your ‘About Me’ section?” 

“What do you put there?” Bucky was now looking over your shoulder, his cologne invading your nostrils while you tried not to think about how close he was to you. 

“In mine,” you paused and opened your own Tinder app, “I put, ‘Hey I’m (Y/N)! I work hard and play harder. Still new to the city but I’m enjoying every second of it! I love to laugh, travel, and really wish I did more karaoke. Let’s get a pizza’.” 

“Do you know me well enough to write mine for me?” Bucky gave you a half smile, attempting to coax you into doing something you had already been doing in your head for a solid two minutes. 

“Sure.” 

Quickly, your fingers typed across Bucky’s keyboard. He continued to read over your shoulder while you pressed each key. His laugh sounded in your ear every time you put a joke and erased it when he protested lightly. 

“Okay, ‘My friends say I’m one hell of a guy. Ex-soldier, future lover. Also, I have a metal arm’.” You giggled, watching him cover his face. 

“Did you really have to mention the future lover part?” He grimaced, but still held a smile on his face. 

“That’s your intentions, ain’t it? To find love?” You said, and suddenly your heart swelled. 

You’ve easily had a crush on Bucky ever since you started here, and the fact that he is finally putting himself out there kind of broke your own heart. It’s not like you could ever say anything though, you live together and if anything happened, it would be the most awkward living situation you’ve ever been through. 

He shrugged, “I guess.” 

You smiled, “Then swipe away, my friend. Anyone you find cute and interesting.” 

He leaned forward and pressed a small kiss to your forehead, “Thank you, doll. If this works then I’ll thank you forever.” 

Bucky rushed out of the room and you laughed, reopening your books and attempting to resume your assignment. 

An hour had passed, your mind went other places and with a groan of frustration, you picked up your phone and opened your own Tinder app. 

“Gotta get over him.” You whispered to yourself, swiping through potential dates and stopping suddenly when you came across Bucky’s profile.

So much for getting over him. 

Without second thought, you swiped right with a smile. If he asks, you’ll say it was a joke. 

However, in big white letters the words “It’s a Match!” displayed across the screen. 

Confused, you stood up and walked through the halls of the tower, straight to Bucky’s room where he sat on his bed. 

“Did you right swipe me as a joke too?” You said, trying to make your voice sound a lot less nervous than you actually were. 

He shook his head, “You said anyone I find cute and interesting.” 

You rose an eyebrow, “But-” 

“We matched, didn’t we? Should we get to each other a little more?” His demeanor had shifted from seemingly oblivious to undeniably slick. 

“Did you- did you set this whole thing up just for that?” You wanted to laugh, almost in disbelief, but you kept your composure as best as possible. 

“You can’t prove that.” 

“How did you know I’d swipe right on you?” Oh god. Oh my god he knows that you’re interested in him. 

“I have my ways.” With that, you smacked his chest lightly with a pillow, causing him to yell over-dramatically. You got on your knees and hit him again and again, laughter falling between you two. 

He grabbed another pillow and hit you back, causing you to fall backwards onto his fluffy comforter while he fell beside you. 

“So does this mean you’ll go on a date with me?” Bucky asked, now out of breath. 

“I don’t know,” you stood suddenly, throwing the pillow at him, “message me on Tinder and we’ll find out.” You rushed out of his room and back to yours, grabbing your phone off your bed and looking at your messages. 

Sure enough, there was a message from Bucky simply reading, ‘Hey ;)’.

Who Is He? | Zach Dempsey x Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Jealous!Zach
POV: Reader’s/First Person

A/N: Hey guys! I really missed writing about Jealous!Zach so I had to bring him back even for just a short one-shot. A couple of people also requested for a Jealous!Zach imagine and I thought now was the perfect time since it’s been a week since I’ve started this blog! Happy week-sary to me haha! Anyway, enjoy this cute little write-up starring Jealous!Zach and a special participation from Clay Jensen. LOL.

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“I could get used to this.”

“So could I.”

I reply as Zach and I laid together on the leather sofa in his living room. He laid on the sofa with his legs spread out and his back leaning comfortably on the armrest. I was on top of him, my head resting on his firm chest with my arms wrapped around his waist. I placed my ear where his heart was, I could hear it beating every second or so and the sound of his beating heart calmed my head and pulled the corners of my lips upwards. His arms were wrapped around me, almost like a warm blanket and his chin rested on the crown of my head. We just sat there in silence, although it was very comfortable and calming.

It’s only been a couple of months since we had officially started dating but for some reason it’s almost like we’ve known each other for more than that. We’re very comfortable with each other, and we already know each other quite well if I do say so myself. But of course, like any other relationship, ours wasn’t exactly a walk in the park either.

It was times like this when I didn’t mind him always being busy with school, or basketball for that matter. He has to do well so that he can get a scholarship in his chosen university. He was busy, he was always either at the school courts practicing or in different states battling it out with other high schools, and I understood, seeing as he is the captain of the Liberty High basketball team, and he is their most valuable player. It’s his dream along with becoming a marine biologist, and who am I to get in the way of his dream. I’ll always be there for him, to support him, to help him, to encourage him whenever he feels down but I missed times like this, if I’m being honest, and these were the days where I could be selfish around him. What meant the most is that I still get to spend times like this with no one else, but him. He was mine, only mine, and I was his, only his.

“I really missed you.” I look up to face him.

“What? Babe you see me in school almost everyday.” he replies with a chuckle.

“Yes I do see you but I don’t get to actually spend much time with you since you’re always so busy.” I answer with a pout.

“I’m sorry Y/N. You know I have to do well to get a scholarship.” he says as he strokes my hair gently.

“Of course I understand Zach. We’ll just have to spend times like this wisely because we rarely get to be together like this. So what exactly do you want to do today? Do you have anything in mind?” I ask him. Just as Zach was about to reply, my phone which was resting on top of the coffee table, lit up. A person’s name came up on the screen and I got up immediately to answer it.

“Helmet?”

“I’m good, I missed you! How ‘bout you? How are you doing?”

“Uhm, nothing much I’m just with Zach right now.”

“Sure! Sure! He’ll understand. I’ll be there in 30 minutes.”

“Alright, yup, i’ll see you soon Helmet!”

I smile as I take the phone to my chest and run to Zach’s bathroom. As I freshened up, I can feel heavy footsteps coming closer to the bathroom door. A few seconds later, as I turn around, I see Zach’s tall figure leaning against the doorframe.

“Who was that?” he asks with his arms crossed infront of his chest.

“My helmet.” I reply without looking at him as I hurriedly tried to brush my teeth.

“What did he or she need?” he asks.

He wanted to see me.” I answer as I got out of the bathroom.

“Why did he want to see you?” he asks once again.

“Because we miss each other?” I reply with a smile and my eyebrows raised.

“Where are you meeting each other?” Zach continues to ask.

“The coffee shop down the road.” I say as I put my jacket on and take my purse with me.

“I’ll go now baby, I’ll be back soon I promise.” I continue as I quickly give him a kiss on his cheek.

I run out of Zach’s house and walk my way to the coffee shop. As soon as I saw the wooden sign of the cafe, I went in immediately with a huge smile on my face. And there he was! He sat at the seats near the glass window in front of the coffee shop with a navy blue hoodie on; a pair of headphones hanging on his neck.

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There is nothing left of him - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Summary : Batmom is Harvey Dent’s sister, and she…isn’t dealing very well with his Two-Face transformation. Fortunately, her Bruce is here to help…

Hey guys ! So here’s a little story that is…a bit different than what I write usually ? I don’t know if I make sense….It’s also way too fucking long sorry ‘bout that. 
Oh and if you guys don’t know much about Two-Face, the “fictional biography” on his wikipedia page (right here) will tell you everything you need to know for this story. Written in basically twenty minutes, while watching a film. Anyway, hope you’ll like it

My masterlist blog : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com

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-Oh leave us alone (Y/N) ! 

-It’s ok Harv’, she’s not doing any harm, she just want to spend time with us.

-But Bruce, she’s a baby !! 

You weren’t very tall for your age, and your brother and his best friend were definitely taller than average but…You’d be damn if you were going to let your older brother call you “a baby” ! Outraged by his words, you say : 

-I’m not a baby ! I’m six years old ! 

-And we’re ten, you’re a baby to us !! 

-Hu hu I’m noooot ! 

-You’re acting like one for sure ! 

-No I don’t ! I’m not the one that wet the bed ! 

Harvey gives a worried look at his friend but…of course he should know Bruce wasn’t the kind to mock others. Or, he wasn’t that kind of person anymore. Since his parents died, he changed. He laughed less, he smiled less, and he never teased him anymore. He was…different. But still his best friend. 

-You can stay with us if you want (Y/N). 

Harvey gasps at his friend’s words. Maybe it’s in that moment, that you started to have a crush on him ? Right there and then, as he was about to defend you ? You don’t even remember. It felt like he was always the one that held your heart, even when you didn’t even know what romantic love was yet (and any mention of kissing a boy would gross you out). 

-Come on Harvey, your little sister is nice ! If I had a sister, I’d let her hang out with us…

There’s an indescribable sadness in his friend’s eyes, and Harvey stops himself before he can say : “it’s not the same, you would do that because your parents are dead”…He doesn’t say it because he knows how insensitive and mean it is. But he’s not about to let this pass without a fight, they couldn’t hang out with you, you were such a baby !

But he never has the occasion to protest, because his sweet lil’ sis’, you, takes his hand in yours and…His friend is smiling. 

Bruce Wayne, whom he almost never saw smiling in those past two years since his parents’ death, that Bruce Wayne…has the widest smile as he looks at you. 

In this moment, it was just children sympathy. It was a cute act from a six years old who realized that her brother’s best friend, who was always nice to her, was sad. And so you took his hand, and squeezed it. And he smiled at you because the gesture somehow soothed him. 

In this moment, neither you nor Bruce, being kids, felt this particular love that would slowly grow between the two of you…But in this moment, your hand in his was the most comforting thing that ever happened to him since his parents’ death (that and Alfred’s hugs). 

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Animated gif, yo :y

Gaster is one of those guys that I don’t know if he’s suppose to be sweet skeledad or creepy scientist creating life. Also his face reminds me of a skull that lost all it’s teeth so here you go, toothless Gaster.

“Shhh… don’t wake up my boys”

more texts for you bitches [pt 2]

angsty af texts

[text]: I’m not talking about this with you anymore I am so mad
[text]: So you decide to treat me better AFTER you break up with me…yeah, no. Not gonna happen. Lay off.
[text]: FYI telling a person to calm down is about the LEAST productive thing one could do!
[text]: Do you seriously have that little respect for me?
[text]: You’re a piece of shit.
[text]: Take a hint – I want nothing to do with you.
[text]: I hate that bitch.
[text]: I don’t think this is how you treat someone you love
[text]: You have to take me back. Please.
[text]: I don’t like to leave loose ends and I realized I needed to live up to my own problems and insecurities.
[text]: It’s like you didn’t even realize what you said was immensely fucked up.
[text]: I also broke up with my [boyfriend/girlfriend/significant other] tonight
[text]: What does it say about my self-esteem if I continue this?
[text]: I just don’t really feel like being your secret.
[text]: I just feel like no matter what I say it’s not correct
[wrong number text]: I think I’m gonna break up with [your muse]…I’m done.
[wrong number text]: [Your muse] just pissed me off so much.

flirty af texts

[text] Well, let me fuck you while I make potatoes. It’s every girl’s dream.
[text]: I’m sorry I asked to make out with you last night
[text]: So you don’t remember asking if you could kiss me?
[text]: Is it gay if I had sex with a guy during a threesome?
[text]: You have to love more than my vagina to be boyfriend material
[text]: I get nervous saying so in person, but I thought you were pretty adorable
[text]: Good morning. It’s [your muse’s name], the cutie you met on Tinder.
[text]: If we’re both single by the time we’re 30, let’s elope.
[text]: You’re not single, are you?
[text]: I want to have sex in my car again before I put the car seat back in
[text]: Here’s an unsolicited pic of my tits, because you almost died last night.
[text]: Speaking of lightening speed, he ate me out while I was watching The Flash. If that’s not winning at life idk what is
[text]: Hey so I was thinking, would you like to grab a drink this weekend?
[text]: We just had sex in the shed while having a conversation about cheeseburgers…so that’s how my Thursday is going
[wrong number text]: Do you think [your muse] would say yes if I asked them out for drinks?
[wrong number text]: Holy crap [your muse] is fucking hot
[wrong number text]: To quote Rachel Green, [your muse] is so pretty, I could cry
[wrong number text]: I could never talk to [your muse] … [he/she/they] is so cute I’d be so embarrassed.

friendship af texts

[text]: You didn’t choose the taco life. The taco life chose you.
[text]: Your Snapchat story was solely footage of stray cats and whiskey shots
[text]: I’m eating pizza in the bathtub
[text]: I got high with a cute stranger. But [he/she/they] has a [boyfriend/girlfriend/significant other]. Sad.
[text]: Dude [he/she/they] must have been cute to get you to smoke with [him/her/them]!
[text]: If he’s into you and he’s got a girlfriend, what does that say about his character?
[text]: I’ve been out with this guy twice and no kiss!
[text]: I’ll eat brunch alone. No ones good enough when you’re not around
[text]: Anyone coming over I expect to be here by 8. There’s cake.
[text]: I’m masturdating. Going out alone! For fun.
[text]: Is it rude to send him a “Happy Birthday I Hope You Finally Get an STD” text?
[text]: Some guy tried to give me a high five out here and when I denied him he called me ugly
[text]: Please stop putting yourself down I hate when you talk badly about yourself
[text]: If you’re having problems, don’t worry about mine. You’re your own priority.
[text]: You should just dump [him/her/them] and move on.
[text]: I’ve had so many people in like the past week tell me they were closing on or saving for a house…I’m just like, have fun with that
[text]: You might have a house but I just spent hundreds of dollars on highlights so who’s really winning here
[text]: He was so cute, it was a shame it didn’t work out. I loved his face and his penis
[text]: You also look amazing in that pic I can’t stop looking at it lmao
[text]: As soon as I saw [he/she/they] asked me out for drinks, I was like aw fuck
[text]: Your mom is drunk at the bar

[I’m On Fire] - Part 3

AU!Jeffrey x Reader

[Prompt: Jeffrey picking you up from school, and the scandal when everyone who thought he was your father, finds out he’s actually your boyfriend]

A/N: I wanted to write a flashback on how these two met, especially since they have such a huge age gap. In case any of you were curious – Also, I have been having such a serious struggle writing part 3 so if this is shitty or disappointed you guys in anyway…I’m so sorry in advance >.< I’ve written two different versions which I hated and now that I finished this draft I just wanted to post it without thinking. UGH again I’m sorry if its shitty. 

Tags: Smut, Daddy Kink, Fluff

Part 2 || Masterlist 

(gif by @londoncapsule

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Alma was bustling with life.

Students, lovers and friends gathered together in the tiny narrow restaurant bumping elbows by the dinner tables and getting to know one another as they crowded the bar. The walls were painted an aztec blue, decorated and adorned with textiles of white, orange and mustard yellow. The eclectic music was drowned out by the sound of heavy chatter and the clinking of wine glasses.

Juxtaposing this lively atmosphere, you found yourself seated across Phoebe and Regina spending the first half of your night dealing with their chilling stares and withdrawn attitudes.

No matter how many times you profusely apologised to them, they didn’t appear to be in a forgiving mood.

“Did you guys forget how we became friends in the first place?”, you argued after they continued refusing to accept your hurtful “excuses”.

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3 Billion Dollars [Part 7] - G Dragon Mafia!AU

Originally posted by s-tttop

Summary: When your father owes 3 billion dollars to the mafia, he must repay his debt. Although things don’t exactly go the way he hoped.

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Just swearing for this one

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A/N: SORRY! I always seem to post my work at like 10 at night. Well, here you go! This one is more fluff and not as eventful as others are, but the next one shit happens.

~ Admin Brooklyn

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You looked at Mr. Kwon with confusion. He looked at you expectantly. You sat up on your bed, crossing your legs. Ji’s cat, Ai, quickly moved from off your side and onto your lap. Ai curled up in between your legs. Ai looked at Mr. Kwon with a sideways glance before settling into his new spot.

“Princess, I don’t have all day, and you know I won’t beg.” He seemed so casual. It always sent chills down your spine. You started to wonder if Ji Yong does it too.

“Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise, but you might want to change out of those shorts.” You looked down at your legs. Your shorts stopped at the bottom of your butt. Mr. Kwon smiled, although it was anything but comforting. “In this community who knows what people would do to you in those pants.”

You got up quickly, not wanting to irritate him. Ai gives you a look before curling up in a ball where you sat. Mr. Kwon smiled at you and then left the room. The boys follow behind him leaving you alone with Ai. You quickly went to your closet, which now has clothes hung and folded in it. You quickly put on a pair of leggings and leave the room. Mr. Kwon waited outside, both Seunghyun’s waiting as well.

“Let’s get going. I’m sure you have other plans for today.” You looked at Mr. Kwon confused, but he had already started walking. You followed him, both Seunghyun’s behind you on either side of you. Once again as you get further from your room, you start to hear people talking. Again as you walk through the living room and hallways you pass people, but this time it was different. Everybody moved and made a path for Mr. Kwon and his guests. They parted like the Red Sea, giving their leader a clear path. Once again you got looks. Although they were the same if not harsher looks compared to last time. Some people glared as you walk pass them, other gave you sympathetic looks.

“So, are you enjoying your stay?” Mr. Kwon asked. Everything always seemed so casual when he did it. Although you knew how cunning he can be, which always lead for you to have your guard up when you’re around him.

“I guess. A little lonely.” You admitted. Mr. Kwon looked down at you, nodding his head.

“I can understand that, especially in your predicament.” You nodded your head at your words. “You do have friends here, though. And I know my Ji Yong will do anything for you.”

“Yeah, I’m not exactly happy with him.” Mr. Kwon chuckled. Honestly, you knew about all the things Mr. Kwon could do to ruin your life, but he wasn’t always the bad guy. Mr. Kwon nodded his head. He continued to lead you down another hallway, the mass of people disappearing.

“I also can understand that. Trust me when I say that Ji Yong isn’t the easiest kid to raise.” Mr. Kwon said, a smile on his face. You laugh and you hear both Seunghyun’s snicker behind you. “Don’t tell him I said that though. That includes you, boys, too.”

“I won’t. I promise.” Mr. Kwon gave you a smile, one that you didn’t feel like had an alternative motive. You gave him a smile in return. Mr. Kwon stopped in front of a door and opening it for you.

“Here you go princess,” Mr. Kwon said, putting a hand on your back leading you inside. The room was long length wise. Nobody else was in there, just you four. There was a long desk that went across the room, with big dividers that broke the room into sections.

“Princess, we are going to teach you how to defend yourself.”

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When The Clock Strikes 12 [Lafayette/Reader]

Woo! First fic for @hamwriters write-a-thon down! This idea came to me after searching for a ton of different AUs to work with. Now to finish up my GWash/Trans!Reader fic, then work on my femslash fic for the write-a-thon! Please enjoy!

Thank you to my wonderful amazing tumblr budbuds that inspired me to do a good job and inspire me in general! @musicalmiranda @love-doesnt-discriminate @hamilficsfordays @gunsandfics @boss-headcanons @diggs4life @imagineham @imdedicatingeverydaytoyou @secretschuylersister and @tempfixeliza <3 You’re all so kind and amazing and even if I don’t interact with you or chat with you, what you do and how funny/cute/relatable/sweet you all are makes me smile and makes me realize that the Hamilton (more specifically writing) community is such an incredible place to be!

Warnings: Alcohol, some swearing at the end, Lafayette’s full name (like w o a h), and New Years in case anyone has bad experiences with New Years!

Word count: 1514


Grabbing your third glass of cold, cheap champagne for the night, you laugh at a joke that Hercules had just told that wasn’t even funny. He seemed so enthusiastic about it that you couldn’t help it, but even sober, you couldn’t comprehend the punchline or how it was supposed to work out to be as funny as everyone made it sound like it was. You take a sip and walk off, trying to find the person who had dragged you here in the first place, Lafayette. 

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Fuckboi!BTS Headcanons

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Originally posted by lostinbangtan

Rap Monster

  • “Hey baby girl”
  • Uses his ‘daddy’ voice to trigger you
  • Brings out an intelligence kink in you
  • Hates ‘abusive jerks’
  • Believes in being a gentleman
  • but he’s a gentleman to every girl
  • Possibly not exactly realizing he’s almost as much of a jerk as the guy he was defending against for you
  • Doesn’t beat around the bush
  • “You. Me. My place. 10 minutes.”
  • Dominant af
  • Knows his type:
  • Emotional, submissive
  • Always there after a break up
  • Makes you believe that giving into your lust will be empowering
  • Body worship
  • “Fuck baby girl, your body is gorgeous”
  • No matter who it is
  • She is his baby girl
  • Uses his brain to be sneaky
  • but is weak about exhibitionism
  • can’t not fuck in public
  • How long until you catch him red handed figure out you’re just part of his ‘baby girl’ collection?

Originally posted by yoonseok


Jin

  • Is there such thing as
  • Sugar daddy fuck boy
  • ?
  • Only wants to fuck but will still go on plenty of dates
  • His success is driven by his sexual needs
  • More money
  • More girls
  • Roses to win her over
  • and her, and her, and her… and also her.
  • “How about a date with this handsome face?…”
  • “You’ll be the envy of the room”
  • Materialism.
  • Claims to have a guy for everything and anything
  • as an excuse to get you in his house
  • “Yeah I know a guy, just come over to mine…”
  • and pants
  • “How odd… My guy must have gotten the wrong day…”
  • **What a shame…**
  • “Well, since you’re here…”
  • In his bed, you’re the only girl in the world
  • On his phone, you’re definitely not, though
  • No shame when you find out
  • in fact, doesn’t even hide his phone
  • he manages to keep a good shallow portion of them for his beck and call
  • Whether you leave or continue getting nice things is your choice, really

Originally posted by fawnave


Suga

  • Kind of a rock star fuck boy
  • Lad on tour
  • Bathing in the attention girls give him on stage
  • Has a ‘moment’ with about 5 girls in one show
  • Groupies
  • ‘Tongue technology’
  • Can change your mind just by throwing on a leather jacket
  • Drugs, sex, alcohol and cigarettes
  • Maybe a bit fucked up
  • But it works to his advantage
  • because you think you can change him
  • and he can create bullshit stories to gain your sympathy
  • acts like this hurt creature that needs wrapping in bubble wrap
  • but then you get down to business and he’s
  • WILD
  • but you’re enjoying yourself too much to mention the sudden contrast
  • “You take me in so well”
  • “You love it”
  • about 40% of his confidence comes from praise during sex
  • and then an extra 10% from knowing he can get the praise from as many girls as he pleases
  • Wanderer
  • “I’m sorry baby, but we can’t see each other again. I’ve been given this amazing opportunity to fly over to _____ and make it big”
  • Once he gets what he wants, you’ll never see him again

Originally posted by ky-ngsoo


J-Hope

  • Confidence.
  • Call him Jay
  • Backwards snapbacks
  • and pushed up fringe
  • “I’m your hope…”
  • “… your angel…”
  • Skater by day
  • Sinner by night
  • body rolls
  • hip thrusts
  • Just knows what to do with his body
  • to lure you in
  • “Hey baby, you like what you see?”
  • and it annoys you that he noticed you were happening to look in his direction because he’s
  • the guy they all warn you about
  • Will almost pester you
  • Somehow gets your number
  • even if you didn’t directly give it to him
  • ‘Netflix and chill?’
  • innuendos
  • Sometimes creepy
  • but he thinks he’s being sexual af
  • Pick up lines
  • “Hey girl, did you fall from heaven…?”
  • ‘”No,” you tell him bluntly. “My knees are just red from crawling up out from the gates of hell… Seriously does that ever even work with anyone?”
  • Did I mention
  • He loves it when you get sassy with him
  • Likes the chase
  • It just makes the outcome more rewarding
  • but once is enough
  • so afterwards, the interest just disappears into thin air
  • *poof*
  • *runs away into the night*

Originally posted by the95liner


Jimin

  • The sweet boy next door
  • or so you think
  • You see him occasionally down the street
  • and he purposely dresses up fluffy and cute
  • but it’s just part of the plan
  • to make your jaw drop when you see him in town one day/night
  • in black skinny jeans and a leather jacket with a cigarette in his mouth
  • and suddenly, he gives off this alluring
  • bad boy vibe
  • Questions to make you flustered
  • Especially whilst fucking
  • but I’ll get to that in a second
  • Questions.
  • “Cat got your tongue honey?”
  • Yeah, lots of pet names
  • including ‘baby girl’ again
  • Usually you’d cringe
  • but it’s the way he talks to you
  • he knows how to make you flustered
  • he knows he’s handsome
  • lip licking
  • “You can’t run away from it, chick. There’s an obvious chemistry between us, yeah?”
  • and even though his voice is soft
  • it’s just so sensual
  • he just knows
  • knows all your sweet spots despite barely knowing you
  • seems to have figured out exactly where to kiss a girl’s neck
  • basks in your moans
  • “What is it? Everything all right?”
  • Yeah, also rhetorical questions to which he already knows the answer
  • No contact details.
  • Afterwards he’s back to the sweet boy next door
  • It makes you wonder if you and him ever even happened

Originally posted by amsimaria


V

  • Unintentionally a fuckboy
  • maybe even a bit fickle?
  • Genuinely falls in love with every pretty girl
  • or so he tries to make himself think
  • and has to talk to them all
  • Always updates his SNOW story
  • of him doing aegyo
  • Because a cute boy attracts a cute girl, right?
  • Invites you round for movies
  • but he’ll come to you if you want
  • Selfies together
  • Gets to know about you
  • Tries to convince himself he wants an emotional relationship
  • until he cuddles you from behind
  • and you start shuffling around
  • Character change.
  • is his breathing getting heavier…?…
  • before you know it you’re making out with him
  • and you can’t stop yourself
  • Though he knows deep down all you mean is a fuck
  • he makes it feel romantic
  • still into making out under the moonlight
  • and watching the sunset
  • followed by sex on the beach
  • But then
  • “It’s not you, it’s me.”
  • “I’m sorry”
  • but lowkey isn’t
  • The very next day there’s another girl on his SNOW story

Originally posted by thjks


Jungkook

  • The longest snapchat streaks
  • Posts pics that show off his muscles
  • but leaves enough to the imagination
  • Which is probably why the girls come to him
  • that’s a good thing for him though
  • because he’s the shyest fuckboy in existence
  • but feeds from the attention you give him
  • and that’s how the ego inflates
  • Always on his phone
  • Slides into those DMs
  • “Bored”
  • “Kinda wanna watch movies with you”
  • Indie but not indie
  • beats around this bush with his use of
  • ‘kinda, wanna.’
  • Kinda: lazy
  • Wanna: make you be the one to go to his
  • Selfie with you to his story only if he’s getting unwanted attention
  • But he won’t hide her from you
  • “Ugh, I’m sorry… There’s just this one girl…”
  • Part of you thinks it seems a bit off
  • But you give the guy and his muscles a chance
  • Makes use of the fact you’re both bored
  • “Well, you know, we’re just two young people, with nothing to do…”
  • which is what he said to the girl that came over for netflix and chill yesterday
  • Always plays it cool
  • so if you reject him, he’ll carry on like nothing happened
  • watch the rest of the film/series with you
  • and then never slide into those dms again
  • or alternatively,
  • you don’t reject him,
  • do the do
  • and then he never slides into those dms again.

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

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Here you go guys! The highly requested NSFW A-Z w/ Sirius Black! Hope you’ll all like it! 💞💞😘

(NSFW Content below that line!)
A-Z Nsfw Headcanons.

(With Ben Barnes as young Sirius Black)


A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex) :
Will drape one arm around your waist, eyes closed a lazy smile on his face. He’ll tell you sweet things in a sleepy voice “You’re my girl, baby”. Will nuzzle his nose in your neck, maybe leave little kisses too. He’d be fully content.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) :
Your neck and collarbones. He loves kissing your neck - soft, light kisses when he’s happy, or passionate ones with a lit of biting and hickes, right where it connects with your shoulder. Sirius loves tracing his fingers over the skin of your neck and likes it when you have your hair up so he can look at it, the small smile you know so well creeping on his face.
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His favourite parts of his body are those sensitive ones like his neck behind his ear, the line on his back and his shoulderblades, he can’t get enough of it when you dig your nails in his back and arch your body to his; also the v-line down his lower stomach. Loves it so much when you kiss him there! 

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person) :
Loves cumming in your mouth when you’re blowing him, or right after he pulled out of you. The little sexy smug smile on your face, when you dart your tongue out to lick your lips turns him on so much!

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) :
Those dirty little looks you exchange from across the hall or across the table while you’re having dinner with your House. Seductively taking a sip from  your glass and then licking the little drops from your lips, or running one finger over your neck gently, looking at him through your lashes, a sultry smirk playing on your lips. His eyes will be udressing you, digging in your flesh, wanting you so so much!

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
Is experienced and knows what he’s doing. Usually is not the type to have sex with someone he’s not in a serious relationship with, or at least doesn’t have feelings for..Though he had a single “one night stand” and now he knows it’s just not for him. 

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual) :
He likes seeing your face and kissing you all over. It gives him that sense of intimacy and closeness that he loves. Actually longs for deep connection and deep, intense emotions and sensations. So any position in which he can feel your body gliding on his, eyes and lips locked. That’s his ultimate favourite. (Though he likes switching positions and having ‘sexy’ fun too)

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc) :
He likes messing around a lot. Will suggest some game like strip poker, or trying to get you turned on without kissing you on the lips, breasts and down stairs, so basically everywhere else. He’s pretty imaginative and likes having fun also, seeing your cheeky smile is the best reward!

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.) :
He has that sexy line that’s going down from his belly button. Keeps everything clean, except for the triangle above his package.
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Wouldn’t mind if you have some hair downstair, but will appreciate it if you groom it too, or shave everything off. Either way it’s fine with him.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
No matter how you’ll have it, you can always feel the closeness, the warmth and the burning passion. It seems like in everything he does, he puts a lot of passion and heart.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon) :
You’ll catch him jacking off one day and he’ll shamelessly ask you if you want to finish it off for him. ;) Has no shame and as soon as you two start to feel more comfortable with eachother, you’ll find that out!

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks) :
Sex. In. Water. Shower sex. Bath tub sex. Skinny dipping at night and then some sexy action on the beach. Your wet hair, and those water drops sliding down your naked forms, no clothes involved, just you naked, all wet, swimming under a waterfall you found after a day of hiking, honestly what is that magic? So breathtaking. 

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)
Somewhere under the stars. With fire near you, some candles on the ground, tangled in blankets (riding him with just his leather jacket on, bcs *caugh* it gets cold. God damn!). Or in a small house in the heart of the forest, or on the beach, so later you can go out and take a nice, long walk together, or swim for a while, with no one around to watch, or to bother you - just the two of you, alone in this beautiful place.

Is actually so romantic (won’t admit it for shit), oh God.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
Wrap your arms around his neck and whisper hin his ear some sweet, yet sexy stuff, lightly kiss his neck or bite his ear and pretend you’re not doing anything at all (totally innocent and just talking, aha). He won’t have a choice.
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Dude if someone even looks at you in the wrong way, and every way is considered wrong! What the hell, he is the only one allowed to flirt with you and check you out! Will either storm up to you, jaw clenched, and kiss you straight on the lips, making it very obvious that you’re not going to continue that lil’ talk with whoever this guy is.
Or will turn very ice cold for some time, annoyance building up in him, until he lets it all out. Will probably kiss you roughly and then leave for some hours to clear his head.
(In both cases will have to spend some time alone with his thoughts, otherwise you’ll just fight and he doesn’t want that.)

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) :
Once he considered threesomes fun and even had this fun plan with James, if one of them hits it off with a girl as openminded as them… “That’s the pasT James don’t even think about it. YOU WERE THINKING ABOUT IT, YOU DICK!”
Always brother from another mother, but go find yourself a girl of your own PoTTER.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) :
Will dirty talk to you when you’re giving him head! Some hisses, grunts, low throaty moans, also loves having his fingers tangled in your head, controlling your pace. “Come on baby” , “Look at me - Fuck you’re so pretty like that”.
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Will dirty talk to you when he’s eating you out too. Two fingers in you, he’ll move your face up and will ask you with a smirk “Oh, you’re loving that, aren’t you?” and then will smack your ass hard with his other hand.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
Can go either way. If you’re into a wild, sexy mood he’ll have no problem fucking you like an animal against a wall, or he can push you down on a bed, crawl on top of you and go slow.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.):
Why the hell not. He’ll especially like it if you’re the one to suggest it. Will pull you in closet right before the Quidditch game. Won’t even bother taking your clothes off. Though don’t think you’re leaving without at least one hickey on your neck. You asked for it!

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.) :
Sirius likes experimenting and is always down for trying out new stuff, positions, even your kinks. Though don’t think he won’t have that little smirk on his face when you tell him how you like it rough.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…) :
It’s not really self control, because if he’s horny, the game’s on, but he can last for quite some time.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?):
Whatever you want he’d try, though he’s not into anything too extreme. Likes being rough with you if you’re both in the mood, and as long it’s fun and still casual in a way he’s down, but has some backthoughts in his head. He just doesn’t want to hurt you, so if you’re rally down for some kinky rough stuff, you might have to talk him into it, maybe come up with a safe word too, and take it a bit slow at first, so he can adjust to everything.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) :
Likes teasing when it comes in both ways. So if he’s gonna be a tease, he’d love it if you play hard to get and tease him right back! Though he’s not that patient, so he might just lose it and slam his lips on yours.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make) :
Is vocal. Mostly talks to you in his sexy voice, sometimes calls you names which he knows will turn you on, and curses a lot + long or fast grunts, especially when he’s just about to cum.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice) :
Sirius likes some kinky stuff, games, playfulness, having fun when you’re dressed all sexy and stuff like that, but the core of the word “sexy” for him is actually bonded with emotions. Intense, deep, hot, boiling emotions that make his heart pump blood, adrenaline, love and passion. It’s sexy for him when he has you underneath him, back arching, moaning in his mouth, the dim lights dancing on your glisteing skin, and it looks like you’re covered in gold. That’s the core of it, the soul and the heart and he needs to feel it everytime he’s with you. You’re his and he’s yours, and time, people, problems, everything else - simply irrelevant, when you’re together in this moment, body and soul.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words) :
The lil’talk you guys had right after your first time togher. You still mock him about it. So he was all smug, and touchy-touchy with you, arms wrapped around your waist, he wanted to tease you a bit “You liked what you saw baby, didn’t ya” - “Oh yeah, it was’t bad. I’ve seen better but–” - “WHOSE DICK HAVE YOU SEEN I’LL CHOP IT OFF” .

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?) :
There are two types of days which require two types of snuggles - 1) a nice cosy snuggle, involving you cuddled up in his arms, just talking about random stuff. Or 2) when his dick is snuggled in your cuddler.
A bit of both is what he needs! Though he’d never refuse either option.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) :
Hits the pillow pretty quickly. If you’re right next to him and he feels your warmth and presence, consider him dozed off. Though on some nights, especially if you’re somewhere outside he will stay up with you, so you can talk or have a walk, or whatever you feel like doing.

Loded Crush | Rodrick Heffley X Reader

English isn’t my first language, so please excuse any mistakes. 

Characters: Rodrick/fem!reader, Greg.

(B/F/N) stand for “Best friend’s name” /(L/B/N) stand for “Little brother’s name”/(B/N) stand for “Boy’s name”.

Word Count: 2115 words.

Being a teenager seems good when you are a child. The movies teach that a teenager’s life is full of adventure and fun. But that’s not quite the way things really are. Well, some young people might even be that way. But it definitely was not like that for (Y/N).

The girl was just a normal teenager. She had a few friends, siblings and plenty of time available, but nothing good to do with it. Her routine was to study, pick up her younger brother at school and then go to her best friend’s house, (B/F/N), where they would just lie on bed until it was time for (Y/N) to leave. Nothing more, nothing less.

And in fact, she liked it a lot. She could not see herself surviving a life full of adventures, although a change in routine seemed like a good idea. She was kind of pleased with her life, though earlier that year she didn’t seem so happy, since she had just moved to that city at the time.

(Y/N) thought she wouldn’t make friends there. Or that it would all turn into a nightmare in that place. And she was very surprised when she saw that she was wrong, especially after meeting (B/F/N). She had basically everything she needed there, and thinking about it, she let out a smile.

(Y/N) woke up from her thoughts when she saw her brother going toward the car. The boy sat in the passenger seat, saying hello to his sister. He had a smile on his face, though he looked exhausted after class.

“Tired, huh?” she asked, which made the boy nod. “Wait till you get to high school.”

(L/B/N) sank on the car seat, letting out a groan, causing her to laugh. Suddenly a voice calling out his name was heard. A boy of her brother’s age was walking down the school ladder, stopping by the side of the car and gesturing for (L/B/N) to lower the window. Her brother leaned over to hear what the other was talking. (L/B/N)’s friend discreetly looked at her as he said whatever he was saying in her brother’s ear.

“I’ll try.” (L/B/N) replied, causing the other to send him a desperate look, but then nod before waving at her and running back into the school.

“What was this all about?” she asked, starting to drive.

“Nothing.” he shrugged, but his expression showing that he was obviously hiding something.

(Y/N) nodded, turning on the radio so there would be some noise during the ride home. (L/B/N) occasionally glanced at her, turning forward when he was caught. Until finally, when they were arriving at their destination, he turned to her.

“Are you going to do something tomorrow night?”

The girl smiled discreetly, feeling  satisfied that he was going to tell her what that boy had told him.

“Nope.” she glanced at him. “Why?”

(L/B/N) seemed to hesitate for a moment before continuing.

“That boy was Greg, we’re friends.” he paused for a second. “Well, we’re kind of friends, but whatever.”

“OK.” (Y/N) nodded. “Keep going.”

“I think you might know his brother, Rodrick.”

“Heffley?”

“Yep.”

Rodrick Heffley. Of course she knew Rodrick Heffley. They started to study together at the beginning of the year, and almost every time they saw each other he would told her a pick-up line. A horrible pick-up line, which she would just laugh of and walk away. They had been in it for almost a year now, and she thought that after all this time he would have given up. Wrong.

“What about Rodrick?” She asked, taking a little interest in the subject.

“Do you know he has a band?”

(Y/N) let out a mocking laugh. It was almost impossible not to know about Loded Diper. At least for her, since he often mentioned his band when he tried to impress her.

“Yes, I know.”

“It looks like there’s going to be some kind of garage band competition tomorrow night and they’ll be there. So Rodrick told Greg to tell me to tell you to go see their performance.” (L/B/N) chuckled. "I think he blackmailed Greg.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, laughing a little herself until they reached their house. When (L/B/N) got out of the car he turned to her again.

“I think you should go.” he closed the door. “He’d be glad to see you there.”

He’d be glad to see you there.

Those words stuck in her head as she drove to her best friend’s house. And she kept thinking about it even after she had arrived, talking about it with the other girl.

“You’re not really thinking about going there, are you?” (B/F/N) asked, throwing herself into her own bed.

“It’s just… I don’t know… Why not?” (Y/N) lay on her friend’s stomach, feeling her head being lifted and lowered while (B/F/N) was breathing.

“I never thought he was your type. I thought you laughed at his pick-up lines for pity and not because you liked it.”

(Y/N) stopped for a second to think about it. She had seen Rodrick hitting on other girls, they always looked at him with a face of disgust and went away. But when he was hit on her, she laughed. Was that the reason he had never stopped trying to conquer her? Because he thought she laughed because she liked his pick-up lines? Stopping to think, she liked it a little. She liked the attention she received from him. He was cute. And he was interested in her.

“Oh my God, I have a crush on Rodrick Heffley.”

(B/F/N) started to laugh, making (Y/N)’s head shake. “You got into such a deep thought, I should have recorded.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, sitting up on the bed.

“I’ll go there tomorrow night.” she said decided. (B/F/N) sat down lazily.

“Good luck.”

“You have nothing to do tomorrow, right? Good.” (Y/N) got out of bed, out the door, not waiting for her friend to get up to accompany her. “You are coming with me.”

And although (B/F/N) complained and tried to change her friend’s mind, she ended up going along with (Y/N). When the sun began to set the next day, the two of them left in the car to find out where the contest would be. For a moment they thought they wouldn’t made it, since no one seemed to know where it was, not even (L/B/N). Until they saw a poster thrown in the street with the information. Damn lucky.

(Y/N) and (B/F/N) arrived at the place, it was just a small outdoor wooden stage, but the place was crowded. Most of the people who were there were part of the bands, and the rest … Well, the rest should be friends and family who were dragged there.

In the crowd, the girl found a familiar face. It wasn’t Rodrick, it was (B/N), one of her friends. When the boy seemed to recognize her, a smile also appeared on his face before moving toward her.

“Yo (Y/N), (B/F/N).” he hugged them both. “What are you guys doing here?”

“We came to see (Y/N)’s boyfriend.” (B/F/N) replied, taking a slap from her friend.

“What are you doing here?” (Y/N) asked.

“My cousin has a band, the drummer got sick, I came to help.” he shrugged, looking directly at (Y/N). “I didn’t know you had a boyfriend.”

“It’s because I don’t.” the girl sent a deadly look to (B/F/N), who just laughed. “Good luck then.”

“I’ll probably need it.” he glanced at the two girls with a smile on his face. “I’ll have to watch out for your little boyfriend’s band, right?”

And then he left, while (Y/N) felt her cheeks heat up, which made (B/F/N) start laughing loudly, which caught some people’s attention.

“He’s going to tease me for the rest of my life.” the girl threw her head back in frustration. “Thank you, (B/F/N).”

“Aw, don’t be mad at me.” she replied, taking the girl’s hand and beginning to pull her closer to the stage. “Come on, let’s try to stay ahead.”

It was not that difficult to get to the front of the stage, since most people seemed to prefer to stay in the background. The two girls thought there should be some reason why no one was so close, so they stayed with the people in the front row at a safe distance.

With the beginning of the presentations, the only thing that (Y/N) could think about was how many garage bands existed in that region. Some of them had cool songs, but some were just awful. (B/N)’s band (or, well, (B/N)’s cousin) came on stage, and she had to admit, they were awesome. She never knew (B/N) could play drums, not so well. And he seemed to be having so much fun doing it. (B/F/N) let out a few discreet squeals every time (B/N) looked at them and winked.

“I guess I’m not the only one who has a boyfriend playing here today.” (Y/N) said with a laugh, this time taking a slap from (B/F/N), who shook her head to the rhythm of the song with a smile on her face.

Shortly after (B/N)’s presentation, Rodrick came with his band. Coincidence or not, he was also the drummer, which made (B/F/N) give her a sly look. He wore a shirt with his band’s logo and eyeliner around his eyes. Rodrick, after setting everything up, began to stare into the audience, his eyes searching for someone. And then stopping when he saw (Y/N). He gave her a big smile, which made her smile back.

“You guys are adorable.” (B/F/N) murmured in her ear.

(Y/N) just kept smiling, ignoring her friend. But the smile disappeared as they began to play their music. Well, the rhythm wasn’t so bad, it was… Well… Dancing? But the lyrics, dear God. The girl started to feel bad about the Heffley boy when she realized how much people had cheered and screamed during (B/N)’s performance, and how now people were quiet and none seemed to like the song.

So she started clapping her hands and shouting words of encouragement to the boys, especially Rodrick. He didn’t even seem to notice how people seemed to be hating their music because she was cheering for him, and that seemed to be a good thing.

With the motivation she was sending, he started to play even louder, which made her wince before continuing. (B/F/N) also started clapping her hands, trying to keep her friend from embarrassing herself, which didn’t seem to be working since everyone looked at them like they were crazy.

At the end of the performance, the two applauded, with a few more people who seemed to feel sorry for them. Rodrick, once again, seemed to notice none of it, since a big smile was on his face as he stepped off the stage.

“That was… Interesting.” (B/F/N) nodded.

“Yes, of course.” (Y/N) chuckled.

Soon the presentations were over and the best band was announced. (Y/N) had no idea what their prize would be, but she seemed almost certain that Loded Diper wouldn’t win. And she was right. In the end, it seemed that (B/N)’s cousin’s band was really good, as they won. (Y/N) gave him thumbs up, as he celebrated. Then she looked around and noticed that Rodrick was staring at her. He seemed to be disappointed for not winning. For not having impressed her enough. She sighed and went to talk to him.

“Hey.” (Y/N) said approaching him. “You were very good up there.”

His frown was replaced by a smile. “You and your friend seemed to be having a good time.”

“Totally.” she nodded. “I would definitely call your band to… Well, whatever I had to call you guys.”

“We’ve played on some birthdays.” (Y/N) continued to smile, thinking to herself how it would have ended.

“Well…” the girl felt her stomach turn a little and her hands began to sweat. “You could tell me more about it if we went out, maybe, someday.”

Rodrick looked at her suspiciously, trying to understand what that phrase would have meant. In the end, when he seemed to realize she had suggested a date, he just smirked.

“I always knew you liked me.” he nodded in approval, making her roll her eyes. He had noticed it before her, then.

“Yeah, maybe I do.” she chuckled and stood on tiptoe, giving a peck to the boy’s lips.

Rodrick’s eyes went wide, clearly showing he didn’t expect that to happen. (Y/N) gave him a sweet smile, turning her back and leaving to find (B/F/N), leaving the wordless boy behind. He might have lost the contest, but he had won the girl.


Masterlist

Betas

Originally posted by puxlineel

Prompt: You’re the new beta in the pack and Theo and Issac are fighting for your affection.

Pairing: Theo Reaken x Reader, Issac Lahey x Reader

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willow-free  asked:

I don't really have any prompts, but if you look up the Jamilton tag on @midnigtartist's blog, you might get a few ideas! Aimee is complete Jamilton trash, loves the heck outta them

I did just that! The prompt/feeling I got from that is “Jefferson actually likes kids and takes care of Philip for a day when Hamilton loses track of him, causing Hamilton’s entire view of Jefferson as a person to shift”

@midnigtartist Happy birthday! I was already writing this before I learned it was your birthday, but I hope you enjoy it regardless! You’re art is great! Also, I sent you an ask about this but severely underestimated the size of your inbox. If/when you see the anon that sounds suspiciously like this post, feel free to ignore it! 


As much as he’d like it to be the case, Thomas did not at first recognize the kid loitering around the office. He did however, recognize that the kid couldn’t be more than 10 years old, if that- and was therefore too young to be standing around anywhere, never mind outside the ‘Washington and Associates’ law firm.

It wasn’t quite time to pack up, but Thomas figured this was more important. Plus, no one else was dealing with it, or even noticing. He saved his work, and stood up.

“Leaving early?” James poked his head up, at Thomas’ movement.

“There’s a kid hanging around outside, it’s distracting,” Thomas explained. James peeked out the window, furrowed his brows, and nodded.

“Don’t take too long,” James reminded, turning back to his work. Thomas rolled his eyes and nodded, even though he knew James’ attention was already back to his work.

The kid jumped when Thomas opened the door, immediately turning around and looking down as if he just happened to be standing there. It wasn’t very convincing.

“Hi,” Thomas pitched his voice, warmer and completely devoid of his usual sarcastic drawl. “You’ve been standing out here for a while, is there anything I can help you with?” Up close, the kid was even smaller. The parents had better be nearby, or Thomas would be having words.

“Uhh,” The kid’s head bobbed up, then straight down, his mass of curls hiding his face. Thomas felt his heart thaw, just a bit- the kid was just shy. Which was fair, given Thomas was a tall, mysterious stranger. Even adults tended to be intimidated. Thomas leaned down, dropping to the kid’s level.

“That’s okay,” Thomas tried to put the kid at ease. “Could you tell me where your parents are, so we can find them?”

“Umm,” The kid started again, but this time he brushed his hair behind an ear and glanced up to Thomas’ chin. “Mom’s at her home, I’m s'posed to be with Dad this week, and he’s s'posed to be here. I think.” He nervously glanced up at the building. “There’s only one Washington law place, right?”

Ah, a divorced kid. “Yes, as far as I’m aware, this is the only Washington law place,” Thomas didn’t want to correct the kid and possibly confuse him. Still, he couldn’t stop an amused smile at the term ‘law place’. “Can you tell me your Dad’s name?”

The kid froze, paling instantly. “U-uh, it’s my Dad, um…” He started shaking. Crap.

Thomas thought quickly. “It’s okay, it’s okay!” He smiled wide, waving his hand in what he hoped was more comforting than dismissive, though he used it in the latter sense far more often. “Could you tell me your name, instead?”

“Oh!”, the kid grinned. “My name’s Philip Hamilton! I’m 8 years old!” Thomas nearly flinched. There was only one Hamilton who worked at Washington’s, and there was no way this was a coincidence. He should have guessed- Hamilton’s divorce was well known in lawyer circles, and now that he was looking for it, the kid’s face bore some resemblance. Standing in front of Thomas was his biggest work rival’s son.

There wasn’t anything for it, though. Thomas was hardly going to just leave the kid out here. “Nice to meet you, Philip. I work with your Dad. My name’s Thomas Jefferson.”

Philip’s eyes lit up in recognition. Thomas had just enough time to worry about what exactly the kid was recognizing. “Jefferson? Dad mentions you all the time! He says you’re really distracting!”

Distracting, huh? Not 'evil’, not 'idiotic’; nor any of the other insults Hamilton would shout to his face? Not even 'bad man’, if he wanted to soften it to his kid? Thomas itched to ply Philip for answers, for what Hamilton really thought; but it was the middle of winter and now was not the time.

“How about we wait inside for your Dad, and you tell me what you’re doing out here?” Thomas spoke cautiously, not sure how Philip would react to being asked to go somewhere with a relative stranger.

Strangely though, Philip’s shyness went straight out the window after his introduction. “Oh! That’s because Dad promised me this time, for real promised, that he’d get off work on time and take me to see a movie! I wanted to make sure he really would, so I looked up 'Washington law’ on google and bussed here all by myself!” Thomas led the way to the building as Philip chattered, small hand immediately latching onto Thomas’ fingers.

“That’s very cool!” Thomas enthused, opening the door and immediately shooting a glare at every person who stared. “Now, your Dad’s out now, the boss sent him to the courthouse to drop something off, but we can wait for him, alright?”

Philip beamed. “Alright! This place looks even cooler than I thought!” He was so enthusiastic, that Thomas couldn’t help but smile back. Hamilton would still be getting an earful, being so unreliable that his 8 year old child felt the need to escape his babysitter and bus through the middle of town to check up on him. Hell, did he even have a babysitter?

Thomas’ work was left, forgotten on his desk. James would clean up for him, this was more important. “What do you say to meeting your Dad’s boss?” He needed to at least explain the situation, after all.

“Mr. Washington? Yeah! Dad says he’s too nosy, and Mom says he’s basically like my second grandpa, even though I’ve never met him before.”

Thomas couldn’t stop the chuckle if he tried. “Did he? You’ll have to tell me more, later.” He joked, but Philip nodded anyways. This was far better than finishing his work.

Alex was determined to keep his promise, for real this time. He was not staying late, and if possible, he would even be home early. Washington owed it to him, for all that free overtime.

Unfortunately, all the owing in the world meant nothing when Washington ordered him to take some important documents to the courthouse, a good half hour away, when the day was nearly over. Alex could never say no to a direct request like that, even if Washington probably would have relented if he explained his circumstances.

No, he could do this and still be out on time, if he drove straight to Philip’s school, instead of back to the firm, first. Alex did so, driving as fast as he reasonably could.

Only, when he did that, Philip had already left, instead of waiting for him. In fact, he had left for the washroom in the last hour of class, and never returned, according to the teacher. Alex barely spared the time to chew them out for not keeping a better headcount, and then he was running off to his car and to home.

Philip wasn’t at home either. Alex started panicking in earnest. He could be anywhere, but why would he? Philip was so excited about going to see the movie, he wouldn’t have just run off today of all days, would he? But he alternative- if Philip hadn’t purposefully run off himself- was far worse. Alex started by doing circles of the neighbourhood, then the local parks.

Alex was focused; so focused that his phone remained in his pocket, battery dead before he’d even realized Philip was missing.

It must have been hours later, the sun starting to set, when Alex finally gave up. He had panicked somewhere early down the line, and never quite stopped. His limbs were shaking. Alex had lost his son.

He didn’t want to even think about the phone call he would have to make to Eliza. But first, he’d check the house again, just in case. Alex wasn’t holding out much hope at this point.

Alex was just stressed enough to miss the strange car behind his in the driveway. He was not, however, too stressed to notice two people sitting in his living room.

“Hamilton, about time!” Jefferson waved his arms enthusiastically, though something sharp glinted in his eyes. Alex’s brain stuttered for a moment at the sight of his coworker/rival relaxing in his home, but then Philip was bounding into his arms.

“Dad! Where the heck where you? Mr. Jefferson’s called you like, a million times!”

“Wha- Philip, where have you been? You weren’t at school, the teachers told me you disappeared, you weren’t at home, I’ve been worried sick, looking for you!” Harsh, panicked words spilled from Alex’s mouth, even as he seized his son in a fierce hug. “Don’t scare me like that!”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” Philip hugged back tight, voice suddenly subdued and guilty. “I just wanted to find you at work, so you’d actually go on time.”

Alex loosened his hug so that he could face Philip directly. “Wait, you what-?” Alex cut himself off, remembering the other person in the room. “Jefferson, why the fu-heck are you here?” Philip’s head poked up at Alex’s accusatory tone, brows furrowing in confusion.

“Nice save,” Jefferson smirked, always as irritating as possible. “Also, is that really the way you want to be speaking to the guy who’s been watching your kid all evening? When I could have been doing anything else with my time?”

There was no reason for Jefferson to be lying. In fact, that answer made the most sense, given that Jefferson had literally been in his home, watching Philip, when Alex got in there. Still though, this was Jefferson. Instinctive denial surged in his chest. “Excuse me-”

“I’m sorry!” Philip shouted again, lip trembling. He wasn’t looking at Alex though, instead facing Jefferson. “I didn’t mean to waste your day!”

Alex’s blood ran cold. That was exactly the opening one could never make to Jefferson- he could never hold back his infuriating sarcastic comments. He was going open his mouth and spout some negative bullshit that would make Philip cry, because Jefferson was an asshole who didn’t have any kids and probably hated them.

Jefferson did open his mouth, but his eyes were suddenly wide, with surprise and maybe guilt- something Alex had never seen him wear. He scrambled off the couch. “No no, I didn’t mean that, Philip! You’ve been great fun!” Jefferson assured, stepping over to crouch in front of Philip.

Philip looked up at him cautiously. Alex held his breath, completely taken aback. “Really?”, Philip whispered, and Alex could hear the tiny smile working its way into his voice.

“Of course!” Jefferson reached a hand over to ruffle his hair. “I got to read all your poems, and you got to hear all about the silly things your Dad does at work! It’s just that your Dad’s back now, so I should probable get going.” He gave Philip a wide grin, full of warmth and life.

Alex wasn’t sure he’d ever seen Jefferson with a smile like that. It did something to his stomach that he’d rather not analyze.

“No! You gotta stay for supper! We can’t do the movie anymore anyways, right Dad!” Philip bounced back, both emotionally and literally, on the balls of his feet.

Alex opened his mouth, searching for an excuse that wouldn’t upset Philip. Then, he glanced over to Jefferson. He was fidgeting, glancing away awkwardly. With a start, Alex realized he must have actually had fun. Somehow, Jefferson was actually really good with kids, if Philip’s excitement meant anything; and now he was standing there, in Alex’s house, looking more awkward and vulnerable than Alex had ever seen him.

“Yeah… yeah, he can stay. If he wants to.” Alex didn’t even want to guess what his face looked like right now. He wasn’t even sure what his feelings looked like right now. It was all a mess of exposed wires, his entire worldview turned on its head.

Jefferson flinched in surprise for a moment, eyes snapping to Alex. Then, he gauged Alex’s pure, undiluted confusion, and a smile slowly took his face, one that more closely resembled the teasing smirks Alex was used to. Now though, it seemed just a little less aggressive than Alex remembered.

“I suppose I can stay and tell your Dad all about how you skipped your last class, looked up his workplace online, and then bussed there all by yourself without telling anybody.” Jefferson shrugged, nonchalant.

“What! Mr. Jefferson, no!” Philip whined, even as he smiled broadly. “I’m gonna get grounded!”

Jefferson laughed. “Well, whose fault is that? You’re a little troublemaker!”

Philip spouted denials in between giggles. Alex felt his paradigm shift further off axis. “I guess I’ll get started,” Alex said, quiet and distant. He stood up and edged his way to the kitchen. Jefferson and Philip continued to chat in his hallway.

Somewhere between numb and completely unsure of himself, Alex turned the oven on and got out a frozen pizza. He took as much time as he could retrieving the round pan and opening the pizza box. Replaying in his mind was the smile Jefferson had made at Philip. His stomach flipped again.

“Hey,” Jefferson’s voice was calm and subdued, but made Alex jump a foot anyways. “I put the TV on for Philip.” He was right behind Alex, nearly crowding him into the counter. “I assume you want to know what’s been going on? No one’s been on the same page today.”

Alex swallowed. It wasn’t the first time Jefferson had crowded him, Alex had realized over time that it was more a matter of not knowing about personal space, rather than an active bid at intimidation. It was also overwhelming, especially now. “Uh,” Alex started, horrified at the squeak his voice made. “I guess not.”

Jefferson smirked- how could he not?- but relented, backing up a step. “It really wasn’t all that crazy. The kid showed up in the last hour of work, and no one else would do it, so I watched him. Tried to call your phone, I’m assuming it’s dead.” Alex dug into his pocket, pulling out a very dead phone. He paled. “No, it’s fine, it’s done.” Jefferson waved his hand dismissively. “I didn’t- I mean, it wasn’t awful.”

Alex paused at Jefferson’s stutter. His ears were pink. Adorable, Alex thought, then shook it from his mind. “Thank you,” he said instead.

“Uhhh,” Jefferson’s ears turned pinker. “No offense, but that sounds so weird coming from you.” Suddenly, he started laughing. “And I just said 'no offense’, which is even weirder!”

Alex snorted. Giggles stumbled their way between his lips, turning into chuckles, then full blown laughter. “Oh my God,” Alex wheezed, “This is so weird!”

Jefferson was howling right beside him. “I know, right?!”

Their laughs petered off, save for a quiet snicker from the distance. Both their heads whipped around- Philip peeked from the doorway. “Dad hasn’t laughed like that in ages,” He said knowingly. “You guys should hang out more. Hey, can Mr. Jefferson come with us to the movie, next time?”

Alex flushed, his mind stumbling to a stop, not sure if it was from the sheer audacity of the question, or how the idea of going out with Jefferson sounded too much like a date. His only saving grace was that it was probably the last thing Jefferson wanted, anyways. It didn’t matter that the sight of him being so nice to Philip did things to Alex’s heart.

“That sounds nice. If your Dad agrees.” Jefferson gave Philip an indulgent smile, then turned to Alex, question standing.  A quiet blush graced his cheekbones as well. He looked so much more attractive- cute, Alex’s brain supplied- when it was open like this. Usually, Jefferson’s appearance was the only attractive thing about him. Alex realized suddenly that he was gone- had been gone the moment Jefferson had revealed a side of himself that wasn’t pure opposition to everything Alex stood for.

“Alright,” Alex agreed. He needed to see where this was going. He was going to figure Jefferson out, or die trying.