also this was requested a while ago so here :)))

Eternal Love (Tom x Reader)

Request from anon: Can you do a TomxF!Reader imagine where they’ve been together since they were young & they’re at the final HP Deathly Hallows part 2 premiere and she is also in HP,apart of trio, and while she does her speech with the the trio,Tom proposes to her? ❤

Ahhhhh!!! I love this idea! Thank you so much for requesting anon! *If my schedule has worked correct, it should be Friday atm*

Originally posted by k2sodone

This was it; in a few moments, you’d be sealing what had been the greatest adventure of your entire life; Harry Potter had brought you love, eternal friendship and so much happiness. You looked at yourself in the mirror, still feeling the same nerves you felt ten years ago when you were turning up to the Philosopher’s Stone premiere - now here at the Deathly Hallows Part 2 premiere, you quarrelled on how quickly time flied. You still recognised yourself yet you had matured - you had experienced so much and you were so lucky.

Practicing your mantra in an attempt to control your breathing, you took a breath for seven seconds, held it for five and exhaled for six. “Having fun?” You heard an all too familiar voice chime from behind you. You turn around, spotting Tom stood leaning against the doorway. “I’m so nervous.” You declare, walking over to him to give him a peck on the lips. “You look ravishing.” Tom comments looking you up and down with a smirk. You were wearing a navy full length dress that hugged your curves in all the right places. He was wearing a navy suit (which just so happened to be the same shade) and his hair was tousled just the way you like it. “So do you.” You replied in an oddly surprised tone. Tom hadn’t really bothered with the previous premieres, even turning up in jeans and a t-shirt to the last one. “You sound so surprised, love.” He chuckles, intertwining his fingers with yours. “I am, I didn’t think they’d make you look this sexy. Now I have to compete with all the other girls.” You chime, reaching up to peck his lips once again. “You’re not competing, Y/N, I’m already your boyfriend. Besides, you look amazing, should I be worried about any man trying to steal you away?” Tom asks with a grin on his face. You shake your head. “Of course not.” 

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anonymous asked:

Sooo... I'm sorry to ask this, I know you are so busy, and don't need to do If you can't, okay?! You're too much important! But, well... I can request a SoulMate!AU Bakushima...? Like, with the string-things, or that of the birthmark, you know? I really love your scenarios, really! I hope you get well, <3



I’ll write for you as long as I can! I can’t guarantee I’ll be fast about it but I’ll do my best!!

Also I wrote one here a while ago;) and I’ve had a wip of another one saved for like forever so I decided to finish

They say that you just know that they’re your soulmate when you see the tattoo.

Many people who don’t believe in soulmates or who are too afraid to find theirs or for some other reason covered up their tattoo at all times to prevent ever finding their other half. However, a majority of the population kept theirs uncovered.

Kirishima never hid his soulmark. Why would he? He was extremely proud to have a soulmate and wanted to show them off to the world. You know, if he ever found them. And he desperately wanted to find them, which was half of the reason for designing a topless hero costume. That way, he could proudly show the world the tattoo that he was given at birth.

He touched the grenade that rested over his ribs, fingers tracing over the explosion that was the backdrop, smiling softly as he thought of his soulmate. What kind of person was his soulmate for him to have such a design on his body? Mina once told him that they must have an explosive personality, to which he just laughed and rolled his eyes.

His hand lingered on the ink for a second longer before he put his uniform shirt on, buttoning it up and straightening out the wrinkles. He tied his tie and put his jacket on before looking at himself in the mirror. With a final glance, he smiled at his reflection before grabbing his bag, running down the stairs and out the door, excitedly bidding farewell to his parents.

The walk itself was uneventful but Kirishima’s mood was sky high. After all, he was about to start his first day in the UA hero course. Who wouldn’t be excited about that?

The closer he got to campus, the more excited he became. As he approached the gate, he heard a loud, excited shrill followed by footsteps rapidly approaching him. He turned just in time to see Mina run at him before she launched herself into his arms. Kirishima caught her, arms wrapping around her waist as hers wrapped around his neck, spinning her around. After a few seconds of excited screaming, earning them some strange looks from the other students, Kirishima set her down. They continued to talk as they walked to class together.

“Ah! I’m so glad we’re in the same class Kiri! Oh! Do you think our soulmates are gonna be there too? How awesome would that be if they were! Our soulmates could be potential pro heroes too!”

“Man that would be pretty cool!” His hand reflexively went to his ribs as he saw Mina bring her wrist up to look at her own soulmark that she’s had since birth. Thoughts of their soulmates disappeared when they entered their classroom, excitement returning full force as the day started.

The first half of classes went by pretty uneventful, though there were some interesting people around. The main one that stood out to Kirishima was the angry blonde kid in the back of the class. He was loud, vulgar, and just plain rude in general but for some reason, Kirishima thought it was funny and kind of adorable. What shocked him, though, was that he seemed to quiet down as soon as lectures started and actively paid attention to class.

At some point, he found out that the loud, angry, attractive guy was none other than Bakugou Katsuki, the top student in class. Immediately, Kirishima was even more impressed, and also confused as to when he started to mentally call Bakugou “attractive”.

Lunch came and he immediately found Mina, who had introduced him to two other people in their class, Sero and Kaminari, who he just clicked with. He talked to them as they walked to the lunchroom and decided to sit together. While they were eating, however, Kirishima started to zone out and apparently started staring at Bakugou, who was sitting at the other end of the table. He snapped out of it when he saw red eyes stare back at him. Kirishima smiled and waved over at him but only received a scowl in return before the blonde turned away from him, the tips of his ears dusted pink.

“Dude, don’t even try. That guy doesn’t seem like he’d get along with anyone,” Kaminari told Kirishima, the other two agreeing with him.

“Hm, doesn’t hurt to try though. Plus the dude is top in the class so he must be pretty good at everything.”

“Yeah, except being nice to people.” Kirishima just shrugged and changed the topic, asking Kaminari and Sero about their pasts.

After lunch came training and, unfortunately, they couldn’t wear their hero costumes yet. Instead, they had to wear their gym uniforms. As Kirishima was changing, he felt someone lift his arm up and touch his soulmark.

“Bro! That’s such a cool mark!” Kaminari proclaimed, pulling Sero over to look at it too. He just scratched the back of his neck sheepishly as they looked at the details of his tattoo.

“You know, they say the more detailed the mark, the stronger bond you have with your soulmate and, damn Kiri, your mark is pretty detailed.”

“You’re right, Kami, his even has shading!” Sero pointed out.

“I wonder what the grenade means though.”

Before Kirishima could open his mouth to say something, he heard a locker slam and Bakugou to storm out of the locker room, scowling. The three exchanged looks before shrugging and finished getting dressed to start their training.

Throughout the quirk assessment, Kirishima couldn’t help but watch his classmate, all of whom were extremely strong. However, his mind kept wandering to Bakugou and how he was especially talented and seemed to have complete control over his quirk. It also seemed eerily familiar, which was a weird thought to have but just shrugged it off to him just being even more impressed with how cool and manly the other is.

He made it a point to catch up to Bakugou on their way to the locker room, trying to be friendly.

“Your quirk is so cool dude! It’s super strong and flashy! I bet you’ll get plenty of offers after graduation with a quirk that useful!”

“I know. Now get the fuck away, Shitty Hair.” Bakugou opened his locker door in Kirishima’s face, scowling at the other before turning to lift his shirt over his head. As Kirishima was about to walk away, he caught a glimpse of something red on the other’s side. Curiosity got the better of him as he paused and looked at the color longer.

What he saw was a tattoo of a red, sleeping dragon settled on his ribs, scales and other features drawn in incredible detail, the shading expertly done. Kirishima felt as if his breath was knocked out of his lungs, barely able to stop his hand from reaching out to touch the ink. He felt a strong pull towards the tattoo. Kirishima snapped out of his trance when Bakugou’s arm lowered to his side, covering up the mark.

“What the fuck are you staring at? Are you a fucking perv on top of being an obnoxious asshole?”

Kirishima couldn’t speak, instead slowly lifting up the left side of his shirt, revealing his own mark. Bakugou’s gaze went down before he two froze, just staring at the mark, eyes blown wide in shock. Eventually, he looked back up, face expressionless. Kirishima managed a shaky smile while the other scowled again.

“Well, shit.”

A year later and Kirishima was nuzzled into Bakugou’s side, both shirtless. Kirishima was tracing the dragon on his side, following the curves with his fingertips.

“You know, Mina was right.”


“She said that my soulmate had an explosive personality since their mark was a grenade.” He looked up and chuckled. “I say that describes you pretty well.”

Bakugou went silent for a moment, his arm pausing from where it was rubbing circles on Kirishima’s bicep. “My mom used to tell me that dragons symbolized protection and support and strength.” He looked down at the redhead. “I’d say that’s pretty accurate too.”

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Originally posted by hes-important94

A/N: This piece was written for @randomdancer17​ as it is her birthday today (go send her nice messages!!) … A while ago she mentioned how she wanted something that surrounded Perfect by Ed Sheeran so I hope it’s what you wanted Em!! 

This also matched a little with this request. Fair warning, I hadn’t edited this yet but leave some feedback here … Oh one more thing, this is the first installation to my “The Five Times Harry…” imagines - this one is called “The Five Times Harry Dances With You”  ♥

His foot always began to tap at the right song.

Even at a young age Harold would sway to every chime and bass that penetrated the walls of his home whenever his mum brought out her old vinyl player. He’d dash into the room grabbing at her hands as his weight would lift him up and down and up and down to the beat of the rhythm. He liked the way his mum would laugh at his dance moves, mimicking him to join the fun – which he had to admit felt rewarding since his sister often complained about his pigeon-toed feet.

When little seven year old Harry found out he was going to his first wedding he was quite excited to say the least. His head nodded all the way through the church and into the reception hall. The music from the live band surprised him and he couldn’t wait to find the dance floor and pounce around with his mum.

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Fake (Harry Hook x Fem!Reader)

Pairing: Harry Hook x Fem!Reader

Request: Anon said “Hi, can I request a Harry hook x fem reader where me and Harry are fake dating to get this prince off my back, but I end up falling for him and when Harry stops because he notices that the prince has stopped, so I stop hanging out with him and he confronts me about it and when I tell him he confesses that the only reason he helped me was because he liked me also, this leads to an actual date. Sorry this was so long. <3

Warnings: Maybe swearing?

Tag List: @bekahpaik @cutie1365 (Let me know if you wanna be added!)

A/N: This is kinda long XD It also kinda sucks sooooo

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Originally posted by girogirl723

Y/n groaned, sitting down with Uma, Harry, and Gil for lunch. The four of them had arrived at Auradon three weeks ago and Y/n already had a certain blonde haired, cocky admirer. Chad Charming has proclaimed his love for the villain no more than two days after she arrived. She not-so-kindly told him to go away. Since then, Chad hadn’t left her alone. This greatly annoyed both Y/n and her best friend, Harry Hook. “Here comes Chad.” Y/n sighed, keeping her head down. Gil giggled while Uma rolled her eyes. Harry remained quiet, his hard eyes locked on the prince. “I have an idea. Follow my lead.” Harry spoke, eyes remaining on Chad. Chad soon arrived at the table, causally sitting down between Gil and Y/n, throwing an arm around Y/n. A quiet growl left Harry’s lips. Uma smirked at him. He glared at her mouthing “Shut up”. “So, Y/n. What’re you doing this weekend?” Chad smirked. Harry cleared his throat. “Actually, she’s going out with me. Her boyfriend.” Harry smirked, putting emphasis on the word “boyfriend” and grabbing Y/n’s hand. Chad’s face fell. “What?! You’re dating him?” Chad asked, clearly frustrated. Y/n nodded, shrugging off Chad’s arm. Chad groaned, jumping up and walking off. “Thanks for that, Har.” Y/n smiled, Harry nodded. Y/n’s mind drifted. Butterflies appeared in her stomach as she though about Harry holding her hand. She shook the thought aside and continued lunch.

It had been two weeks since the incident at lunch, yet Chad hadn’t laid off Y/n. Something that annoyed Harry even further. Y/n and Harry remained fake dating. Throughout their time, Y/n had fallen deeper and deeper in love with Harry. She couldn’t stop herself. Harry was her best friend, there was no way that he could ever like her. He obviously liked Uma. Y/n had taken notice of how the pair seemed to always be huddled together, whispering excitedly about somethings that Y/n could never hear. Gil and Y/n had talked multiple times about this. They never came to a conclusion about what they could have been talking about, though. They both simply took it as the duo were dating. Y/n had felt a small bit of jealously whenever she saw Harry and Uma huddled up. Though she would never admit it. She had came finally thought of something to do to get over her crush on Harry Hook.

The next week, it seemed that Chad had moved onto annoying Audrey to death. Y/n took this as an accomplishment on her and Harry’s part. “Alright. We did good. This fake relationship is over.” Harry jokingly broke up with her. “No! Please, Harry! I can change!” The two burst into laughter. “Hey, um, I’ll see you later, yeah?” Y/n smiled, Harry nodded and walked away. Y/n had planned to stop hanging out with him for a while. She didn’t know what else to do. She solemnly walked back to her dorm that she shared with Uma. As she entered the dorm, she saw Uma lying on her bed, watching the small tv on the wall. “Hey Y/n! What’s wrong?” Uma asked, watching the timid girl sit on her bed with her hands over her face. “Uma, you’re gonna hate me.” Y/n said, her timid voice being muffled by her hands. “I could never hate you, Y/n. What’s wrong?” Uma sat up, turning the tv off and facing her friend. Y/n mumbled something Uma couldn’t hear. “What?” Y/n mumbled again a little louder. “Y/n I can’t hear you.” “I like Harry! Geez, woman.’’ Y/n threw her hands down in frustration. Uma stared at Y/n in shock. “I’m really sorry, Uma! I know you and Harry are together. I’m gonna try to avoid him and get over it.” Y/n sighed, Uma laughed, “Woah. When did that happen? Harry is like my brother, Y/n. We aren’t dating.” Uma reassured Y/n, who stared at her wide eyed. “Oh my god! I have to go see Harry! I, um, promised I’d meet him.” Uma jumped up and ran out the door, leaving Y/n in disbelief.

Three days later, Y/n had finally had the courage to leave the dorm room. As she left the room, she ran into the one person she definitely did not want to see. As soon as Harry caught her eye, he ran towards her. “Y/n! A little birdy told me that you were gonna try to avoid me. What’s up?” Harry asked, a confused look on his face. Y/n frowned. “Harry, I love you. I thought you were with Uma so I didn’t say anything. I was gonna try to avoid you to get over it.” Y/n confessed, her face bright red with embarrassment. Harry’s mouth gaped open, then he began to smile. “I love you, too, lass.” Harry’s lips gently pressed against hers. His arms snaked around her waist. Her hands found their way to his black, shaggy hair. “Will you go on a date with me this weekend” Harry asked, pressing his forehead against hers. The pairs eyes remained closed. “Duh.”

Imagine being in a relationship with Chris.

A/N: Take this as a sequel to ‘Imagine falling in-love with Chris’. Also this was inspired by Taylor Swift’s ‘Ours’, which was a request from @lapetitsyrene quite a while ago. So here it is, Jet. (Finally, right? 😂) Enjoy! ❤️  

Monday mornings were perpetually bad, especially after exceptional Sundays with Chris. It’d been a year since you officially became a couple and things between the two of you were still as good as it’d been on your first, second, and third dates. The flames of romance and passion were effulgent; the level of strength of your relationship described as incandescent. The longer you thought about Chris, the wider your smile became. There were a few reasons as to why he was on your mind: one) you were that knee-deep in-love with the man; two) you were using your Minnie Mouse travel mug, to which he had a matching Mickey Mouse one; three) you were drinking the coconut chai tea McKenna Grace recommended to him which he then recommended to you. You didn’t know when it happened, but you’d become a half of one of those co-dependent couples whose lives were intertwined to the point where you couldn’t even be in an elevator with strangers without imagining what it’d be like with Chris there.

The silence was deafening in the elevator; you were the only one not in a suit of some kind possessed with a vacant stare. You thought about what Chris would say if he were stuck in that uncomfortable elevator with you and stifled your giggle by biting down on the rim of your travel mug. It was an accurate assumption of his that your job, though taxing, was better than “being stuck in an office doing that nine-to-five thing like a ritual.” Perhaps it did occasionally take away the excitement of going to a new place, but at least you were going to a new place. You had opportunities to take in the fresh ocean breeze while swaying with the palm trees, and you’d rather do that than breathe a stale air in a stuffy office standing still next to a water cooler. You still had to drop in at your publisher’s office every now and again, but you already had it better than most people both professionally and romantically.

You had to admit though it was hard to enjoy your romantic privileges sometimes. You were dating Chris Evans, an A-Lister who many thought you didn’t deserve. In your field, your success and stature would’ve been on par with Chris’ in his. You were highly successful and thoroughly respected, even renowned enough to be invited to certain A-List events. Yet in the eyes of his fans and the Hollywood media, you were still a nobody. You were reminded of that every time you walked by the magazines in a bookstore, or a grocery shop. You’d see the headlines: “Chris Evans dating out of his comfort zone, a travel journalist?”, “Chris Evans’ new girlfriend spotted with another man!”, “Chris Evans attends the People’s Choice awards alone, was it out of Y/N Y/L/N’s league?” It was frustrating to have a relationship feel like it was on trial, and this was a relationship with an actor who stayed out of the limelight as much as possible. What would it have been like for the others? You could never just be, there was always someone lurking, waiting for a mistake to be made so they could make their case to a jury of people who had nothing better to do. It wasn’t always easy, but you and Chris made it work. No matter the verdict, the choice was clear: it was you and him against the world.

You were fortunate in other areas, like how Chris wasn’t the kind of guy who had bad breakups. You had to admit when you first agreed to go out with him, you were a little worried about being dragged into an encounter with one of his star-studded exes. But so far, so good. All those rumors and warnings about how the ghosts from his past were waiting to jump out at your with their lipgloss smiles did nothing but amuse you now. The love was yours, it wasn’t for anyone to speculate. If there was doubt, the two of you would sit and talk. The relationship was important to the both of you, important to the point that you even ignored your father’s snide comments about his tattoos. But Chris knew your father liked him despite that, so he said nothing either. It was fairly obvious how much your parents adored Chris, just like it was how much his parents loved you. Things were going to last with him, there was no doubt there.

Chris pushed himself off his car when you walked out of your apartment building. He smiled as soon as he caught you in his sights. “Good morning, beautiful.” He called then laughed at your shocked expression. You had no expectation to see him today as Mondays were usually chock-blocked with work meetings for both of you. “Hi,” one of his eyebrow quirked along with the corners of his mouth as he pulled you in for a kiss. Your arms immediately made their way around his neck  and you pulled your body flushed against his. “How are you?” He whispered, resting his forehead against yours.

“Wondering if I can still breathe after that kiss,” you responded then giggled when he smiled. “What are you doing here?” You asked, pulling away from him. “I thought you said you had a meeting today, shouldn’t you be halfway there?”

He glanced at his watch before answering, “three quarters of the way there, but I had to come see you first.” You bit the inside of your cheek to prevent yourself from squealing at how adorable he was. “I wanted to ask you to join me for dinner tonight at the Van Heusen Steakhouse, seven-thirty if you don’t already have plans.”

“You couldn’t just text me?”

“I could, but I couldn’t do this…” He trailed off, dipping his head to meet your lips again. “And I’d give anything to do that,” he winked as he pulled away. You giggled and playfully shoved him, making him laugh. “So dinner, can I come pick you up at seven-thirty?” You nodded. “Awesome, there’s something really important that I need to ask you tonight.” You felt your heart skip a beat at that, then completely stop when he admitted “I’m actually kind of nervous” with a soft chuckle.

“Did you freak all your other girlfriends out too, or am I the exception?”

“What do you mean?” His innocence made you scowl. “What?” He laughed. “What did I say, Y/N?”

“You can’t just ask me to a fancy dinner, tell me there’s something really important that you need to ask me tonight, and leave it at that.” You bit and he laughed when he realized what his choice of words must have insinuated. “I love you, Chris, but I don’t think we’re ready to-”

“I’m not going to propose,” he cut you off, chuckling. You let out an audible sigh of relief and it was his turn to scowl, “okay, don’t sound so relieved.” His smile returned when you giggled. “I’m a romantic, I’m not an eccentric. We’re not even living together yet, you really think I’ll propose before we take that step? What if you’re a pain in the ass to live with?” He joked and you scoffed with a smile. “What if you talk during my football games, or force me to do the dishes immediately?” Another scoff escaped because you did do that; he laughed because he was obviously joking. “I can’t live with that for the rest of my life.”

“You know what, jackass,” you slapped his arm, “even if you did propose I’d say no.” He pouted, giving you signature puppy dog eyes as he grabbed you by your waist. “Get off me,” you laughed and playfully pushed him back when he tried to hug you. “Chris!” You shrieked with laughter when he lifted you off the ground, crushing you in a tight encasement created by his strong arms. “People are watching,” you giggled, “put me down.”

“I love you, baby.” He smacked a loud, scruffy kiss on your cheek before planting you back down on your feet. “Do you want me to drive you to work?” He asked as he released you. “I’m already late, I might as well be a good boyfriend while I’m at it. C’mon,” he took your hand and started to pull you towards his car.

“Can you be a good boyfriend and tell me what that really important thing you have to ask me tonight is?” You asked with a wince; the hope that laced your voice was not present in the next sentence after he shook his head. “Chris, come on. Have mercy, you know I’m just going to fixate on it until I see you tonight. Do you really want me distracted all day? I have meetings today, I can’t afford to be distracted.”

“But you’re so cute when you’re distracted.”

“Chris,” you tried not to laugh while you were being terse, but you failed.

“Why are you always so impatient?” He turned around, smiling. “Do you know how many surprises you’ve ruined because of your impatience?” He rhetorically quizzed and you scoffed; he smiled because he knew what you were going to say in defense.

“Are you serious? I could ask you the same thing,” you bit back playfully. “You’re the one who always hints he has a surprise for me. I wouldn’t even know if you didn’t say anything, but no, you always have to open your big mouth. So if we are really looking for someone to blame for my ruined surprises, shouldn’t it be you?”

“Okay, fine.” He rolled his eyes dramatically and you laughed. “You really want to spoil the surprise for yourself, fine.” He dug into his back pocket and pulled out a classic Disney Castle keychain with a single key. “Here,” he held it up in front of your confused face. You didn’t get it, you already had a key to his place just like he had one to yours.

“I’m pretty sure I’ve already got a key to your house.”

“You have a spare key to my house, yes, but this is your key to my house.”

“What are you talking about?” You laughed and he sighed with a smile. “It’s a key, it doesn’t-”

“I’m trying to ask you to move in with me, idiot,” he cut you off, chuckling. “The key was symbolic, okay? I know you already have a key and it works and it doesn’t matter if I call it a spare key or your key. I’m trying to ask you to move in with me.” You pressed your lips together, trying not to laugh at his semi-rant. “God, I’m glad I’m doing this now. If I did this at dinner, I’d be too worked up to eat.” He joked then laughed when you did. “Will you please move in with me?” He wiggled the key in your face, a hopeful smile on his lips.

“Of course I will,” you swiped the keychain from his hand then wrapped your arms around his neck. He smiled and rested both hands on your waist before rewarding you with another tender kiss. “Just out of curiosity,” you began when he broke the kiss, “does this mean we’re on the path to getting married?”

“I’d answer that, but I don’t want to ruin any more surprises for you.”

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Flashing Lights (part 2) - Benedict x reader

A/N: I’m sorry this took a while, but I had two of my wisdom teeth extracted like two days ago, so you can imagine the mess that I am right now…
I wasn’t planning on writing this second part, but a friend asked for some intense riding smut, so here I am. lol.
To @thestrawberryblondehobbitbatch who sent this lovely request my way, I hope you don’t mind but I’m planning on writing that as a part three, so sit tight because it’s coming!
Also, if any of you want to be tagged in the next part, do send me an ask and I’d be glad to add you!

Word count: 2481
Warnings: smut

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Not Convincing (Peter Parker)

word count: 1, 423

request: omg ur doing tom holland’s spider-man imagines, omg i love him okay okay can u do one where the reader is peter’s neighbour and they knows that he’s spider-man and so they just happen to come over unannounced and walk into peter’s room right as he’s taking off his costume trying to convince ned that he’s not spider-man (like in the trailer). awkwardness on the part of the reader ensues as they realize he’s JACKED and also helping peter to convince ned he’s not spider-man

requested by: @pandalandalopalis

a/n: you requested this A WHILE ago, like back when I still found the Harambe meme funny so…a warning there. hopefully, you like this! peter is so freaking cute and I love writing stuff for him!

Originally posted by irenelair

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✧・゚Hey everyone! ・゚✧ I recently reached 400 followers and I finally got around to making this bc I wanted to express my love for the people who make this such a great experience! Idk what to say besides thank you! Everyone I follow is so kind and funny and make a really welcoming community - especially when I only became a fandom blog around a month ago! I am so humbled! 

(Also, I’m only leaving my writing/imagine requests for only a short while aso send requests while you can! )

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Do You Trust Me?

Intro: So this is for Trek Fest 2017 Chekov’s Week!  Hosted by the ever-so-lovely @outside-the-government

Pairing: Chekov x reader

Word Count: 3,800ish

Summary: You are sent on an away mission with young ensign Pavel Chekov and it doesn’t go as planned.  When life-and-death situations and feelings mix, can you sort it all out and get to safety?  What does all this mean to your and Pavel’s relationship?  

A/N: So my idea for this one came from two places: 

1. One of my drabbles from my 800 follower drabbles that involved Pavel and the reader who was Bones’ brother.  I just love the idea so this is a little extension on the drabble!  

2.  Also I got a request from someone a little while ago with the prompt:  “we’re undercover and we HAVE to kiss to maintain our cover and oops I’ve just realized I’m in love with you” - The request was specifically for Jim, which I still plan on doing for Jim, but I wanted to use that idea for this one - whoops!


“I don’t understand why they had to send me down here, I’m an engineer, not an explorer.” You grumbled as you trudged through the thick forest landscape.

“I belief that you were chosen for your expertise in identifying foreign metals.” The chirpy, heavily accented response came from the yellow-shirted ensign that was trudging beside you. 

“Yeah, there seems to be so much metal around here to identify.” You droned sarcastically, gesturing to the endless span of trees and foliage. 

Pavel chuckled next to you. 

“What’s so funny?” You snapped, cutting through a bough of vines especially hard. 

“You sound just like Dr. McCoy.” He noted, and you threw a glare to the young navigator. 

“Well he is my big brother, so it’s fitting, I guess.” You grumbled. 

Ducking through some branches, you picked up the pace and were a few steps in front of Pavel when you felt the whoosh of the arrow brush past your ear. Suddenly, you were hurled sideways and against the forest floor, a heavy weight on top of you.  

The weight turned out to be Pavel, and his body was pressed directly on top of yours, his face hovering above yours, his breath ragged. 

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hey guys!! so i started a youtube channel a few months ago where i upload (mostly) kpop covers that i play and sing on ukulele but haven’t shared it here yet bc i feel super awkward and camera shy…. that all being said, would any of you guys be interested in my channel?? lmk!!


So i got this request a while ago but i lost it and i finally decided to write it, ‘ can you do one with Tom or Haz and the reader has a panic attack cause of and elevator and they end up together doing something cute.’  So like here ya go, hope you like it. also do send me requests im on break pretty soon not to mention im still sick so i dont have a lot to do other than write. :)

  You walked into the seemingly empty flat of your lobby and headed toward the elevator. You normally would take the stairs, but you had just gotten back from the club and going up four flights of stairs didn’t seem pleasant at this hour, or doable in your four inch heels. Even though you were severally claustrophobic, it would only be a couple of seconds. As you approached the golden doors, your hand reached to push the up button, a quicker hand pushes the button for you get to. Looking over your shoulder you see your neighbor, giving him a small smile. His smile reaches his eyes as you both step in.

  “What floor?” he asks, hand hovering over the buttons. You recognized them, its was your neighbor Tom,  Tom something, Holland maybe. He was your neighbor for as long as you could remember him and the boy with striking blue eyes and soft looking blonde hair ,and they rarely talked to you, but they always had a way of catching your eye. Maybe it was the they always carried themselves with confidence or the way their lips curled into a smile when they passed you in the hallway. Either way you were quite intrigued with both of the boys.

  “ Four, Please.’’ you reply, ‘’Thank you.” Walking to the corner, you let the cold from the metal seep into your exposed back. The dress you were wearing barely covered anything, the back cutout exposed skin all the way to your ass, the front covered everything except for the small triangle like cut out over your breasts, the skin tight black dress ended just above mid thigh, needless to say with a pair of killer heels it was one of your favorite dresses.

‘’No, It’s fine.’’ He said, slightly glancing at you. You could feel his eyes on you but you couldn’t bring yourself to open yours. Your heart was racing and the tiny space of the elevator wasn’t helping. Your breathing came out harder as the elevator beeped to indicate that you had reached the second floor, It lurched and came to a shuddering halt. You visibly trembled as a worrying look over came Tom’s face.

Doing some deep breathing exercises your therapist recommended where not helping you at the moment. Tom sensed your unease and in the most calming voice he could muster, ‘’(Y/N), are you okay?”

 “Are you claustrophobic?” He asks this time walking towards you.

 “Just a little you know, small spaces not my cup of tea, speaking of tea i would really like a cup of tea, ya know.” (Y/N) said rambling on with closed eyes. You could feel tears rolling down your face. The walls seemed to be getting smaller, and the level of oxygen seemed to be deplating. All you wanted to do was get out. ‘Distract me!’ You screamed internally, unable to form words.

 ‘’(Y/N), (Y/N)’’ Tom cooed. “ Hey it’s gonna be alright okay, I got you. Okay.” Lowering down to your level, he sat down bringing you into his chest. You hadn’t realized that you had even slid down till he brought your closer to him. Tom held your trembling frame, remembering something he had seen on a show a while ago.

Kissing the top of your forehead he looked down at you. You looked up at him as his lips hovered over yours. Your lips touched his quickly; noses crashing together, tears mingling with their lips. Your eyes widen in shock as the kiss deepens and their tongue finds yours.Tom’s hands find their way to your exposed back and waist, and yours move to his shoulders.The kiss broke, both of you desperately needing air. Tom settled himself against the wall and pulled you closer to him. Your arms still wrapped around Tom, you bury your head into their neck and close your eyes.

 The heat from his skin brings a wave of calm over you, and your heart rate falls to match his. You’re still crying, but it’s not as violent as before. Tom continues to shush you and rock you gently. Feeling like a baby, you try your best to stop, but cling onto his shirt tighter

 Several minutes later, you whisper into silence, ‘’why did you do that?”

 Tom looked down at you and replied, ‘’I read some where once that if someone is having a panic attack, you should try to distract them, and have them hold their breath from a few seconds.And kissing holds your breath. And honestly, I’ve been wondering what it would like to kiss you for months.’’

 Blush crawled up your cheeks, ‘’really?’’


You wrap your arms around his waist, and you being to talk to him more and more. It was an hour before the doors were peeled open, it opened a little above the second floor at least you didn’t have to climb in a dress. The two of you both headed up the stairs which were always more favorable. You entered your flat, surprised that Tom followed you.You took a quick shower as Tom went next door to change. You both agreed to watch a movie at your place seeing that Tom’ roommate was already asleep. The movie had barely started and you were already laying on his chest. Tom sweetly would kiss the top of your head and hold you tighter every few minutes and not even an hour into the movie you fell asleep on his chest.


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anonymous said: can i request sub taemin smut that includes thigh riding, dry humping, and overstimulation?

Word Count: 720

A/N: yo im sorry this took too freaking long i had shit to do and grad and bad wifi and i’ve never written smut before so this took me a while idk if it’s good there’s also no story line it’s just sex

How did you get here? Good question. Half an hour ago you were in your apartment with your boyfriend Lee Taemin, watching the new season of Orange Is the New Black on Netflix, munching on some Honey Buddha Chips in your pajamas. And now? Now, your boyfriend has you pinned to the couch and is grinding against you, not bothering to take any of your clothes off. 

“Ah, shit,” you moan as you raise your hips, demanding for more friction. And Taemin gives it to you, pushing his hips down into your heat even further. Taemin slides one hand up under your shirt and grips your breast, squeezing. 

The other hand cups your cheek as he leans down, kissing you then making his way down to your neck. Biting down on your neck, sucking and creating beautiful purple marks that become annoying when getting ready for work. But, you don’t mind that right now, as you feel yourself come undone. “B-ah, babe, I’m coming,” you say. “Come for me babe,” he replies. And you do. 

As soon as your breathing comes to a slow, he flips you so you’re on top of him. His hand starts pulling off your pants, as his other pushes you up to help him take them off. You lift your hips up and help slide your pajama pants and panties down. You then go to do the same for Taemin, but he grabs your hand to stop you. He shakes his head and moves you to his thigh, holding onto your waist. You catch on and start rolling your hips on his thigh. 

There’s something annoying, yet so satisfying about the polyester pajama pants he has on, rubbing against your exposed clit that makes you shiver and moan with delight. You start to feel a ball form in your stomach, telling you how close you are to release, again. He starts clenching his thigh, and you feel his muscles harden and push up against your wet core. As you slow down, the hands on your waist move you even faster. He does this, continuing throughout and even after you come. 

Your core is pulsing and his pajama pants are stained, as are yours, but Taemin’s not done with you. He swiftly picks you up and brings you to your shared bedroom. His lets you down on the bed and starts pulling his shirt over his head. You watch as he does so, and he gestures towards you to do the same. You grab the end of your t-shirt and pull it over your head, leaving you completely bare. 

Taemin pulls his pants and underwear down in one go and strides towards the bed. He climbs over the top of you and slides his hand down to your heat. 

“So, wet for me, babe. How many times have you come? Two? Or three?” He says. Your back arches up as he plunges two fingers into you. You feel your core start to stretch out and no matter how numb you feel and how many times you’ve come, you moan out in pleasure and beg him to keep going. 

But as you’re just about to come, the third time was it, Taemin pulls his hand up and away. He stops your disappointment before it starts by thrusting his hard cock into you without warning. You moan loudly in shock and it causes Taemin to go even faster.

He takes your leg and holds it up to reach even deeper. He thrusts even harder and you feel him hit your g-spot over and over again. 

White spots block your vision as he continues to plunge into you, stretching you out and filling you up fully. Then his hand moves down to rub your clit, “I’m about to come,” you say through your moans. “Me too,” he replies and you feel him twitch inside of you. You let out a loud, long moan as you come, Taemin still thrusting hard, riding you through your orgasm. 

He comes too, thrusting into you one last time. You hear him moan and watch his head tilt back, his eyes shut. Probably one of the most beautiful sights you’ve ever seen. He pulls out and goes to kiss you. He rolls back and pulls you into his arms. 

“Wait, what happens to Poussey?”

anonymous asked:

(Pst watch dead girl walking from heathers if u arent busy cuz its related to my request)so mc broke in their room from the window and she woke them and said thry aint gonna sleep tonight and she'll break them (rfa+v)

I have to say that I really loved this prompt. At first I was extremely confused by it, mainly cause I didn’t know what the heck Heathers was, but then I googled the song and I stumbled over this animatic version of it and it was such a great experience OMFG! I watched the movie I’d never heard of (and loved it), I watched the musical I’d never seen before (and loved it, although the actor for JD wasn’t Ryan in the recording, sadly) and listened to all the songs again and again, singing loudly to almost all of them. If anyone wants to fangirl over Heathers, my door is wide open. Especially to those who love the fuck out of JD, cause I sure as fuck found a new obsession.

Anyway, I had to change the prompt ever so slightly, making it more angry sex like in the musical instead of directly translating it with the whole window climbing thing. To make up for it I hid almost the entire Dead Girl Walking lyrics within this prompt. One of the reasons it took me so long to write. It also got rather long…again. I have to apologize though, because you requested V, but I just couldn’t imagine him in such a situation. Instead I wrote Saeran and used this as an addition to the troublemaker prompt I posted a while ago.
So here is || PART 2|| and a link to || PART 1 ||.I really hope you enjoy. Writing smut was hard this time.




He’d called you about a million times and you had yet to grace him with a reply. Not an answer, not a call, not even a quick text message to let him know that you were still alive. Zen was possessive and overprotective to begin with, but since the accident a couple of months ago where he’d dramatically found out that you were running a huge drug cartel his worries for your safety had gotten even worse. Rightly so, he liked to remind you, as it hadn’t been the last time you’d found yourself shot or otherwise harmed.

Not to mention that you always refused to go to the hospital – “Zen, honey, think about it. How the fuck am I supposed to explain why my body contains two bullets without admitting to smuggling drugs?” - which meant the only patch-up you ever got was from yours truly and Zen was a lot of things, but not a goddamn doctor. The wounds took longer to heal than he was used to and the scars never fully faded. As an actor, who’s job depended on body, he wished you would take better care of yours. 

Then again, it wasn’t like you having those kind of scars made you aesthetically unpleasing to him. He couldn’t have cared less, if that is the only thing wrong with out. What really bugged him was that you seemed to be growing increasingly more reckless, scars multiplying rather quickly. He couldn’t keep up with it. Eventually he’d given up on receiving a reply, hoping and praying that you were alright and come morning he’d find you asleep by his side. He’d fallen asleep eventually, though reluctantly and fitful.

“Zen, wake up”, you whispered into his ear. You let your lips brush over the sensitive skin behind it, watching with pleasure as the little hairs on his nape began standing up. You chuckled lowly, pleased to see the immediate response his body gave to you. You wrapped your arms around him from behind, trailing them down his chiseled chest to the V of his hips and eventually dipped below the rubber band of his boxer briefs. You smirk to yourself when just that is enough to catch Zen’s attention, making him squirm and moan lowly.

Long fingers wrapped around his girth without further hesitation, slowly pumping the long member into hardness. It never really took long to get Zen aroused, a fact that both of you had dwelled in a lot over the years. His refractory period was amazingly short and allowed you to have sex again and again and again. His lust was truly without compare, only ever matched by yours. When he’d called himself a beast he hadn’t lied and you were very appreciative of said fact. This time around, however, it was time for the beast in you to awake.

Once you’d felt the precome beginning to coat your fingers you’d removed your hand, trailing it up his body and to his chest. You’d dug your nails into his pecs, forcefully turning him onto his back and climbing on top of him. Zen’s eyes had jumped open, a gasp falling from his lips. You could tell that he was about to say something, effectively silencing him by rolling your hips, creating sweet friction against his erection. “Sorry, but I really had to wake you. See…I decided I must ride you ‘till I break you.”

Zen, who’d still been half asleep, found himself rather awake when you’d decided to free his cock from the restriction of his underwear. He watched with wide eyes, as you lifted your skirt, pushed aside your lace panties and sank down onto his thick appendage. You hissed at his girth splitting you up and yet didn’t stop for a second, burying him deeper inside of you until his entire length was nestled within your hot, tight walls. You stopped, giving yourself a moment to get used to the sudden intrusion before beginning to roll your hips languidly.

It felt good to be in control for once, the fact that he was naked while you were still fully dressed adding some sort of thrill to it. At first your movements were slow and deliberate, allowing you to take in the sight before you. Zen’s eyes were half lidded and dazed, lips parted and shiny from where he’d licked them. The way he looked at you made your blood rush faster, heating your skin pleasantly. He reached out then, resting his big hands on your hips. His fingers dug into your skin momentarily, leaving his marks on you like you’d hoped he would.

While you rested your hands on his chest, using that hold as leverage, his hands travelled higher to grasp your breasts, holding them firmly as he played with your nipples until they hardened under his admission. It was then that you’d decided that enough was enough, slapping away his hands. You were the one making the calls, not him. To drive that point home you dug your nails into his chest, making him hiss quietly, before starting to roll your hips with more fervour. You were using him to pleasure yourself and you enjoyed it.

“P-please…”, he begged eventually, red eyes trained only on you. You met his gaze, licking and nibbling at your bottom lip, smirking devilishly. Torturously slow you started to lift yourself off of his cock until merely the tip of it remain buried inside you. When you didn’t move right away he whined, making you claw at his chest once more. You took mercy on him, sinking back down. This time, however, your movements weren’t half as slow. You started to gain in speed, practically bouncing on his erection.

Zen attempted to flip you over multiple times, but you made sure it didn’t happen until eventually he gave up, merely looking up at you with awe and arousal shining through his eyes. The pace you set was brutal, almost punishing. You wanted to feel him, feel the sting of his girth spreading you impossibly as you buried him inside you again and again. Once this would end and you would have to leave, you wanted to feel him there for days to come. You could feel yourself growing closer, reaching down to pleasure yourself while you rode your lover.

“Fuck, Zen”, you moaned, head thrown back and eyes shut. With the added stimuli to your clit your orgasm rapidly approached, your movements becoming erratic on top of Zen. The sounds coming from your mouth became filthier by the minute, from mewls and whine to low groans and screams of pleasure. Zen wasn’t unaffected either, as you could feel his cock jump and pulse within you, announcing his nearing orgasm as well. “I want you to come inside of me, Zen. Make me yours. Mark me from within.”

You’d never done it without a condom – you becoming pregnant the last thing either of you could afford – but now you didn’t care. You were about to die anyway, so might as well make the best of it. A couple more strokes to your hardened sex and you came, calling out your lovers name as your walls tightened impossibly around his erection. Zen followed soon after, a mere handful of thrusts upwards as he buried himself inside you one last time before spilling his hot seed. Both of you were exhausted, shaking through our overwhelming orgasm.

You collapsed next to the other, both of you panting as you lay side by side. “Damn, this screams for a post-orgasm cig”, Zen said, chuckling. You smirked, snorting out a chuckle before reaching out for the nightstand, fiddling for a moment, before handing Zen a lighter and a cigarette. Only then did his smile fall, his head turning to look at you properly. “Something is going to happen, isn’t it.” You didn’t meet his eye, a sad smile curling around your lips. “Don’t worry about me, babe. I’m just your usual dead girl still walking.”


Once you’d admitted to your special activities, it had been rather hard for Yoosung to go about even the most mundane of things. He was constantly reminded of the day you’d killed a man right before his eyes, cut him up like it was nothing. Whenever he thought he was somewhat over it – the fact that he even considered getting over it was crazy – pictured began to flash in his mind. So much blood and he hadn’t even averted his gaze. Yoosung only noticed that he’d gotten lost in his thoughts when the cashier cleared her throat loudly.

He blushed and quickly paid for everything and pushed his cart along. Walking home with the groceries his mind drifted off once more. Suddenly everything you did seemed so much heavier than it did before. All the times you’d talked about going for drinks with your friends or having to stay late for work…all he could think about was whether you were actually killing someone instead. Those weren’t the things that bothered him the most, though. What really got to Yoosung was the fact that…he didn’t really mind?

When he came home you weren’t there yet, so he put away the groceries and laid down on the coach, arms crossed behind his head as he stared at the ceiling. He’d been shocked at first, like every normal person would, but now he didn’t even flinch when you told him about your newest kill. He never told anyone. Never called the police. In fact, on more than one occasion he’d found himself anticipating the next story. He’d gotten addicted to the thrill like you’d anticipated him to. Had you had more time, you were sure he would have joined you eventually.

When you got home, slightly out of breath and with a racing heart you’d found your husband napping on the couch, Some of the stress had melted away at the adorable sigh, a soft smile appearing. In a world filled with so much hate and filth he was like your safe haven. Everything about him was innocent, sweet and pure and whatever worry you had melted away when greeted by such a sight. Or it usually did. This time, however, things were a little grimmer. This time you needed something else to cheer you up.

You made your way to the couch, rather impure thoughts on your mind. You would have felt guilty any other time, but not this time. Instead you kneeled before the couch, carefully massaging your husband through his pants, feeling the outline of his cock harden under your admission. A somewhat high pitched groan fell from Yoosungs lips as his eyes fluttered open. He rubbed at them, still obviously disoriented, until he finally noticed you on your knees beside him. Yoosung instantly jumped into a sitting position, just the way you’d hoped he would.

His face heated horribly as he scrambled to cover his erection with a pillow. You had to bite your lip not to laugh, smiling at how devastatingly adorable Yoosung was. “Don’t be shy, honey. I want to”, you assured him. You wrapped your hand around his wrist, tracing the vein with your thumb as you pushed his hand away to remove the pillow. As you began unzipping his pants, still feeling him up through the fabric, you could feel the twitch of his dick under your palm and it only fed into your hunger for the man.

You made a quick job of removing his clothes, no patience or time to tease or any finesse. You wanted his dick inside your mouth asap. Once Yoosungs tighty-whities had joined his jeans around his ankles you’d smirked up at the other, hungrily licking your lips. Yoosungs eyes widened and he swallowed loudly. You grasped the base of his cock, pumping it steadily while licking along the underside of his cock, paying special attention to the prominent vein that always made him mewl when licked and sucked at.

Getting Yoosung off with your mouth had always been the easiest of things for you. At first you merely sucked at his head, twirling your tongue around it, making Yoosung groan and relax under your touch before releasing it with a filthy popping, leaving him to plead. Only then did you wrap your lips around his cock, slowly inching lower until they were nestled around his entire shaft. At first you would merely suck before bobbing your head, moaning around him to send vibrations up his erection, cock twitching within your mouth.

After that it didn’t take much longer for Yoosung to come. The second his head hit the back of your throat it usually overwhelmed him. Being completely settled in the wet heat of your mouth was all it took for him to spill his hot seed down your awaiting throat. You swallowed every last drop, pulling off to lick his cock as well as your lips clean, humming in appreciation. Usually you would have let him enjoy the buzz for a while longer, but not this time around. You had other plans as you got up and rested your hands on his shoulders.

“Get on all fours”, you demanded and Yoosung instantly obeyed. “Such a good boy.” You brushed through his unruly, blond hair, caressing him. He looked at you with his big eyes before pushing up your pencil skirt and removing your barely there underwear. He licked at your folds, hesitant at first until your grip on his hair tightened. “Kiss this dead girl walking!” He sat up a little, hands coming to rest on your thighs for better leverage. He began licking at your folds hungrily, tongue worming its way into your core.

You closed your eyes, focusing on Yoosung’s tongue moving inside you, his nose brushing against your clit with every other lick. You started to grind your hips onto his mouth just the slightest bit, taking full control over your own pleasure by doing so. You weren’t the only one enjoying themselves, however. Yoosung groaned against your sex and his cock jumped every time you rolled your hips or gripped his head tighter to guide his head the way you wanted to. “God, you’re such a good boy, honey. Beautiful”, you praised.

You watched in awe as his cheeks reddened even further, beads of pre-come gathering at the tip of his cock once more. He was getting off on this as much as you were! Your grip tightened once more and you ripped him away from you, causing Yoosung to hiss. Your juices were covering his mouth, swollen and glistening. Without having so say anything Yoosung understood. Something had happened. His first instinct was to protect you, but before he could voice that thought he was once more guided back to your dripping cunt.

“I don’t have to stay and let them catch me. I could change my name and move to Geoje”, you said as his lips closed around your clit. He sucked at it and you moaned. “But I don’t really want to leave so here’s something I’d like to achieve: Spend those thirty hours gettin’ freaky!” And that you did. You began practically riding his tongue and lips, your orgasm approaching quickly. Not that you had any intention of stopping after just one. If this was really your last night together, and you feared as much, you neither of you would spend it sleeping.

His skilled, little tongue was still swirling your hardened nub when suddenly two of his fingers pushed inside you. The intrusion came without warned and you gasped as another sensation was added to the mix. He crooked his fingers and began fingering you, hitting all the right places within you. You began panting uncontrollable as pleasure overwhelmed you, an intense orgasm making you weak in the knees. He licked you through it until you pulled him up, kissing him hungrily. The kiss was messy, wet ans filthy and exactly what you had in mind.


From the moment Nam had appeared at your shared apartment things had become rather tense. Not only for Jaehee but you as well. You knew better than to think he would leave you in peace like that. Now that he was more or less permanently out of prison his first order would be to collect what was his; namely money, drugs and you. You tried to hide such thoughts from Jaehee, but she was too smart to be fooled, even by you. If you were willing to cut his throat with a knife like you’d been that day, he was obviously not to be taken lightly.

Still, you attempted to go about your daily life like you’d been doing before. You took care of the café together, cooked and ate at peace, shared a home and a bed. Yet, the atmosphere was so obviously different, thick and heavy to the point you imagined being able to cut it with a knife. You knew Jaehee had a million questions and while you were ready to answer them, Jaehee apparently wasn’t ready to ask. So you waited for her to be prepared until one day the process was sped up by a little card in your mailbox. A card with a familiar symbol.

Jaehee had been the one to find it, watching you pale upon looking at the double dragon on the otherwise blank card. That is when you started to talk, about who your father was before his early death, how he’d married you off to Nam to not only bind the two biggest mafia groups into one, but to also secure you a safe living. You also explained that the double dragon was a symbol of high rank in the group you were technically the head off and that Nam had sent the card as a warning. He was coming to get you. Soon, from the looks of it.

The two of you had sat in silence for a long time. You’d been boiling and fuming, angry at the mans audacity. Hadn’t you made your point clear by almost slicing his throat? You weren’t his trophy wife and you weren’t his possession. He couldn’t just rip you away from the life you’d established with Jaehee just because it fit into his schedule now. Jaehee on the other hand seemed strangely quiet and you began to worry. This was probably a lot more to take in for her, harder for her, than it was for you. The least you could do was try to explain.

Jaehee listened as you talked about your upbringing, about how Nam and you had actually known one another since early childhood. You’d grown up together, going to the same schools. He’d always been infatuated with you, but you’d never returned such feelings. You’d eventually agreed to marrying him just because there hadn’t been anyone else you’d desired and because you knew it would make your father happy. However, now you had Jaehee and you loved her. You promised to protect her, no matter what, and that Nam wouldn’t harm her.

Your girlfriend didn’t care much for her own safety, however. What she was truly worried about was yours. You’d grown up in such a dangerous world and while by some miracle you’d survived so far, there was no guarantee that you’d survive it any further. To her you were still as innocent and delicate as ever. With a man like Nam-Il after you, she considered you in grave danger without any idea on how to protect you. If he got to you, took you away like he apparently planned, she was certain that you’d meet your demise sooner or later and that thought killed her.

The following day Jaehee refused to open the café, insisting to keep you at home and at least somewhat safe. She’d even jumped over her shadow and called Jumin, requesting a couple of bodyguards for you, if he agreed. Despite not explaining the entire situation to him – and Jumin still being disappointed in Jaehee for leaving – he’d agreed and send over two guards to protect you. Only a day later you found both of them knocked out in front of your door, another card lying on one of the mens chest. The second and last warning you would get.

Jaehee almost had a break down, as she realized that there was absolutely nothing she could do to protect you. Seeing her so upset, no matter how little she might have shown it on the outside, infuriated you even more. You send the guards back, apologized to Jumin for getting them harmed and used the opportunity to send a burned version of the card right back to Nam. If he wanted to threaten you? Fine. But you were not willing to drag Jaehee into his silly mind games. You’d face him head on some day now, but for that day you had other plans.

When you finally got home Jaehee instantly jumped off the coach, about to say something you never got to hear. You cut her off with a kiss, possessively licking into her mouth, sucking her tongue into yours. She was unresponsive at first, mostly due to shock, until you pulled her flush against you rolling your hips against hers. Finally she sighed and melted into the kiss, your tongues dancing together. Eventually you broke the kiss, leaving Jaehee obviously dazed. Needless to say that seeing you had such an effect did great things for you.

You took her wrist in your hand and began tugging her towards the bedroom. She was hesitant at first, trying to ask what was going on, but quickly gave up when she realized she would not be getting a reply. You sat her onto the bed, massaging her thighs and spreading her legs apart, kissing your way up from her knee until you reached her crotch. Pressing feathery kisses against her panties, turning it damp. You were happy to note that the dampness was furthered by Jaehee herself, who was growing increasingly wet, squirming under your admission.

You looked up at her, eyes burning with passion, and didn’t break the gaze once as you slowly pulled down her underwear, throwing it aside carelessly. When you kissed her sex this time there was no layer to hold you back. You licked between her folds, stimulating her clit with your fingers while licking inside of her. Jaehee was still shy about oral sex, but mostly because she was so damn responsive to it. Every lick, nibble or suck got delicious sounds out of her and you swore to yourself that you would coax out every last one of them that night.

After about fifteen minutes of going down on her, working Jaehee towards her second orgasm for the night she asked you to stop, wondering why you were doing this all of a sudden. “'Cause Nam-Il says I gots to go, you’ll be my last meal on death row”, you’d merely replied, grinning up at her before going back down, making her gasp and forget her question altogether. Eventually your tongue had been replaced by one, then two and eventually four fingers, thrusting in and out of her. Just by crooking them ever so slightly you were granted the most beautiful view.

Jaehee was gripping the sheets, head thrown back and her wavy hair a mess. You could see the flush in her cheeks, her teeth digging into her bottom lip to muffle the sounds of pleasure she still didn’t quite allow herself. Well, you’d make sure to change that. You pulled your fingers out, instead standing up to push Jaehee onto the mattress. She had no idea what was going on, but Jaehee had long stopped questioning you. She watched with wide eyes as you undressed before coming to straddle her. It was only when you put a pillow under her hip and threw her leg over your shoulder that she understood.

You decided to scissor Jaehee, both your wet cunts rubbing together. It was something you hadn’t tried often, mostly out of shyness. Now was not the time for that though. Both of you moaned in wanton as your sexes rolled together, sparks of pleasure shooting through both of you. You reached out for Jaehee’s hand, pulling it to your mouth to suck two of her fingers in before guiding her to her clit. She didn’t hesitate to pleasure you and you instantly returned the favour, your bodies sliding together in perfect harmony until finally you reached your peak, screaming out your orgasm.


Surprisingly, Jumin finding out that you were the daughter of the head of one of Korea’s biggest mafia groups didn’t put as much of a dent into your relationship as you’d initially thought it would. In fact, for some absurd reason, he seemed to enjoy that little secret you’d hidden from it. You couldn’t quite puzzle together what the appeal was, but apparently he liked knowing everything about you. He also seemed to enjoy the thrill that came with it. Preppy Jumin Han married to the heir of Chil Sung Pa’s admittedly huge empire.

As it turned out, there were also quite some business merits to being married to you. For one, people and entire companies had some sort of newfound respect for the two of you as well as C&R International in general. It probably stemmed from fear, but Jumin was an opportunist with success in mind and anything that helped the company was fine for him. C&R’s networth increased rapidly, especially when you roped your father into signing certain contracts that would ensure not only safety but investments.

Everything was fine and the business was booming until someone attempted to harm your father and you snapped. You were preppy, well-mannered and calm, but if someone dared to harm or so much as insult the people you cared for and loved, you turned into a fury with no regards for morals. You had no problem getting your hands dirty. By the time you arrived at the headquarters, however, it turned out that your father was fine and the person had been taken care of in a rather traditional sense. You were still pissed about the attempt, though, and with nowhere else to let steam off, you turned to Jumin.

When you snuck into Jumin’s office his back was turned to you. He was on the phone with someone, staring out of the window wall, discussing a deal you knew he’d been working on for a long while. You leaned against the wall and watched him work for a minute or two, enjoying the way his muscles flexed under that perfectly fitting and tight suit, the way his voice sounded when he talked business. Your always found his voice extremely sexy, that low rumble that could make anyone weak in the knees, but especially when talking business.

Eventually your patience had been stripped too thin and it didn’t seem like he was planning to hang up any time soon, so you decided to take the initiative. You put down your bag and coat, silently making your way to where your husband is standing. From behind you sling your arms around his slender but muscular frame, trailing them down his chest playfully. It is your way of warning him of what is about to follow. Whether he hangs up for it or not is completely up to him. You can feel his muscles tense and relax but nothing else. Well then.

You press a kiss between his shoulder blades, unbuttoning his shirt from behind, skilled fingers doing a quick job. Finally able to touch bare skin you bury your nails in it, trailing them down his torso to leave your marks. Had you dug any deeper you would have drawn blood. Jumin’s breath hitches every so slightly and yet he continues to talk, as composed as ever. You smirk. A challenge can be quite amusing when having it with Jumin. Both of you are competitive, in control of every aspect of your life and stubborn. Still, this one will be your win.

Your hand moves lower to unbutton his trousers, slowly pulling down the zipper to tease him with the sound itself, even. You can feel the deep intake of breath he makes, knowing that he is preparing himself. Your curious finger slip past the boxers and into his pants, your free hand still holding onto that beautifully tones stomach, feeling the muscles there contract with every teasing touch. Jumin is so fun to play with. Your wrap your hand around his long cock, squeezing it just for the briefest of moments to get his attention.

Apparently this still isn’t enough to get Jumin to end the call, so you increase your efforts. You begin jerking him off, strong, long pumps of your first. You use your thumb to trace the veins raking over his length before starting to pay special attention to the head. You circle it teasingly, tapping the slit ever so slightly until finally you can feel the first beads of seed gather, spreading them eagerly. Jumin eventually starts to rock his hips into your hand, biting down on his bottom lip to keep himself quiet while the other person talked.

While you admired your husbands self control, you were rather happy when it finally came to an end. Ads you sped up the movements of your hand the snapping of his hips turned from shallow to erratic. The pre-come was now coating your entire hand, making the slide much easier and therefor quicker. You could feel his shaft pulse with the need to release. You stood on your tip toes, nibbling at your lovers earlobe and whispering the dirty things you wanted to do to him until finally Jumin spilled over your hand.

Luckily Jumin was a bit of a silent type as it was, so the orgasm didn’t make him scream out or any such thing. It would have been quite hilarious to have him explain that to an executive partner, but maybe it was for the best that it didn’t happen. As it was Jumin apologized, explaining that he had some very important business to take care of and would call them back later. You were happy to know that said important business was you. He turned in your arms, claimed your mouth with a hungry kiss while lifting you onto his desk.

Jumin broke the kiss to go on his knees before you, pushing up your skirt just enough to get to your panties. He carefully pulled them down over your long legs, pressing kisses on the smooth skin along the way. He then proceeded to kiss his way back up, the kisses and playful nibbles to your thigh already getting you excited for what was to come. By the time he finally began eating you out you were a panting, wet mess. Jerking him off, having that control over your husband, it always turned you on. You knew it wouldn’t take much.

He licked between your folds eagerly, your hand coming to rest on his head and pull at his hair as he did so. When you’d first started to have sex he hadn’t been much of a lover. After all, he’d never touched a woman before you. However, many, many times later – honestly, you’d been all over each other for a while – and Jumin knew your body and all it’s soft spots better than you knew it yourself, probably. He was very categoric about it. He knew exactly how to please you, sucking at your clit while fingering you open using three finger.

About five minutes later you finally came, rolling your hips onto the tongue he’d pushed inside you, as your orgasm shook your body. However, you weren’t quite done with him yet and from the fact that Jumin was hard again as well, he seemed to be on board. You pulled him up, kissing him as you wrapped your legs around his hips. “Let’s go, you know the drill; I’m hot and pissed and on the pill”, you said, pulling him closer by the arse, cock brushing between your folds. Jumin growled hungrily, reaching between you to grasp his cock and push inside you.

You mewled at the feeling but attempted to muffle it. The doors were thin and if you could walk in, so could anyone else. “Full steam ahead, let’s break the desk”, you snickered, grinding against your husband to bury him deeper. Needless to say, he did well in attempting to break it. Jumin knew that when you were in the mood, you could take quite the pounding and he delivered perfectly. His thrust were quick and hard, hitting all the right spots within you. When you finally came you started to scream his name, Jumin had to silence you by kissing. Not a bad way to be silenced.


The night after he’d found out about your work for another agency Saeyoung had lain awake for many hours, curled together on the side as he attempted to catalogue all the new input. His agency was ruined, because of him. Someone from another agency had send you to kill him. The two of you had actually fallen in love instead and he knew for a fact that it would soon cause your agency to be after you as well. You’d not only failed to fulfil your given task, but you’d also bonded with the enemy and such things never sat well with agencies like yours.

For a long time Saeyoung contemplated your options. Neither of you were really safe living a normal life and yet fleeing seemed like such a tedious option. He’d spent too much of his life running away and abandoning things he loved in the process. Saeyoung was done with it. The alternative he came up with was rather unconventional, but maybe that would ensure it’s success in the end. What if, instead of joining another agency for protection, the two of you started your own? Maybe you could even team up with Saeran?

He knew that his twin was still a little unstable, but maybe it made that option all the more suitable. Doing hacking and footwork was something familiar for Saeran. He had no further education that would allow him to pursue any other career and this way he would not only have a stable job, but also one where both you and Saeyoung could keep him safe and mostly sane. The longer he thought about it the cleared the imagine in his head became. When he pitched the idea of you you’d been surprise but then a grin had spread on your face and you’d agreed.

When Saeyoung had first suggested starting your own, small but effectively agency you’d hesitated for two reasons. For one you’d been rather sure that your fiancée had had other plans for the future. He’d always talked about some kind of toy store, building his little robots and similar things to sell them. Not to mention that he’d been so eager to heal and protect his brother that you could not imagine how on earth opening a secret agency fit into the picture. Was he so willing to endanger his brother further only for you?

Which lead you directly to your second reason; safety. By following through with his plan the level of danger in which all three of you would move would multiply gravely. Saeyoungs former agency would be after you. Your former agency would be after you and every agency you’d fuck over in the future as well. Still, you’d eagerly agreed as the thrill of going down that path together drew you in. That was until a job went horribly wrong and you found yourself fearing for your life. Well, fearing was the wrong word. You were mostly pissed.

Every normal human would have tried to flee when faced with a threat like the one you were facing – you know, teams of agents targeting you in specific – but not you. No, you were pissed that you had nothing to do about it. You could either run away or sit around and wait for their attack and fend it off as best as possible. That is until you walked into the bedroom to find a naked Saeyoung sprawled out on the bed, giving you all sorts of ideas how to better spend that time waiting, other than sitting around and twiddling your thumbs.

You slowly climbed on top of the bed and your fiancée, handing brushing up his legs, massaging his thighs before pulling them apart. You rested between your lovers legs, mouthing at his cock, pressing little kisses all over it until it jumped to life. You kissed your way up Saeyoungs body who was slowly beginning to wake up, twirling your tongue around his nipples before biting down on one. Finally his eyes flew open and he stared down at you with a gasp of pain, pleasure and surprise. He blinked rapidly, reaching for his glasses and putting them on.

The sight was surprising, to say the least. You usually weren’t into that whole somnophilia thing. He’d tried once and you’d kicked him out of the bed for it. Saeyoung, on the other hand, sure loved surprised. Especially surprises like that. He smiled down at you, cupping your face and pulling you up for a passionate kiss. His tongue snuck into your mouth, hungrily exploring and claiming what he thinks of as his. You melted into the kiss, allowing him the control for a brief moment. Tongues dancing together you swallowed each others moans before you pulled off

“No sleep tonight for you, better chug that PhD Pepper”, you announced upon sitting up, grinding your hips against his erect cock. He didn’t react at first, still sleep dazed. You weren’t gonna let that pass, instead wrapping your hand around his neck, using your thumb to tilt his face up. “Get your ass in gear, Saeyoung. Come on, make this whole town disappear!” He sat up than, wrapping an around your middle, holding you tight while thrusting his hips upwards to rub his hard sex against yours. Even through your panties he could feel the wetness. 

Neither of you had the patience to neither get up nor get you undressed. Instead he merely ripped the fabric away – he’d buy you new ones some other time – and pushed inside you in one long go. You gasped as the sensation of being filled but didn’t hesitate to glide up and down the others length, burying him deep inside you to hit all the right spots. “Slap me! Pull my hair”, you gasped the command and Saeyoung happily complied. He slapped your rear, hard and quick until pale skin turned bright red.

You gasped with every blow, the sting a pleasant sensation. You could feel the wetness between your legs getting more intense, arousal making itself known to Saeyoung as well. He knew exactly what he was doing to you and from the diabolic grin on his lips he quite enjoyed it. That is when he reached for your hair, holding it together and circling it around between his fingers to get a better grip. Saeyoung tugged harshly, a hiss falling from your lips. You quite enjoyed when he got rough with you, all frustration making way for pleasure.

His mouth attacked you neck, tongue trailing the vein there before he sucked at the tender skin. The sounds falling from your lips were of pure ecstasy, as your neck was rather sensitive and his lips were skilled. He then began nibbling and biting at the skin, leaving his marks all over your otherwise untouched skin. Meanwhile his hips were snapping upwards in a slow but pointed rhythm, making you squirm on his lap, pleasure seemingly overwhelming you. “What is it, sweetheart? You’re so uncommonly quiet”, he teased.

“Touch me”, you panted. “Touch me everywhere and no more talking.” You removed his hand from your behind to guide it to your centre for him to feel just what he was doing to you. He moaned as he dipped his fingers into the wetness awaiting him, circling your clit with his thumb as he pushed two fingers inside your tight heat alongside his cock. You felt even fuller now, desperately bouncing onto his cock and fingers, crocked inside you, driving you mad. All of it seemed too much and yet too little at the same time.

You found your peak when Saeyoung began sucking on your nipple, squeezing your breast with his free hand while nibbling hungrily at the other. His thrusts had become harsh and almost burning and the hickeys now spread over your chest as well. A handful of jabs later you were coming, cunt tightening around his cock, pulling the orgasm out of him as well as he spent himself within your welcoming heat. You collapsed against him, Saeyoung falling back onto the mattress with you on top. “Fuck, I really needed that.”


After the night you’d shared upon realizing Saeran knew about your job all along the two of you had been mostly on the run. You got in hits here and there and you could work as whistle blower from about anywhere, so it wasn’t that much of an issue, but settling down hadn’t been an option for a couple of months at that point. You made it a habit to send Saeyoung a card once a month to let him know you and his sweet, sweet brother were still alive. Other than that, neither you nor Saeran dared to contact everyone else in fear of endangering them.

You did, however, attempt to help with the parties. Be it by sending Saeyoung some files of potential guests or donating a bunch of money to whatever cause they were supporting. Everything beyond that was strictly taboo for the both of you. Not that you minded too much. Most of the time you were either busy with work – people sure liked to have other people killed or fucked over – or with one another. The two of you had learned early on that every day spent alive was a privilege and you wanted to make the best out of every single one of them.

It was about two years into your spree that things began getting tighter. One of your team-mates on the whistle blower team had made a traceable mistake and now the FBI and CIA were after he both of you. Keeping a low profile wasn’t that big of a problem until you’d decided that splitting up was for the best, at least for the time being, and regretted the decision the second the two of you entered your new hotel room all by yourself, respectively. Both of you were miserable all alone and with no means to contact the other without being traced.

After trashing in bed for about an hour, sleep nowhere near, you decided that enough was enough. You were so used to sharing a bed with Saeran that sleeping by yourself seemed near impossible at this point. You got out of bed and walked the multiple blocks to the motel you knew Saeran was staying it. Of course you couldn’t just waltz in through the front door and have anyone see you. It was bad enough that you were visiting him at all, let alone be that direct about it. So instead you found yourself climbing up the wall and through the window.

When Saeran had broken into Rika’s apartment he’d made it look much easier than it turned out to be. You’d been staying at the fourteenth floor with rather intruder-proof windows and yet he’d managed to easily make his way inside like some sort of dark angel. Yet here you were, climbing through a fourth floor window, almost wheezing loud enough to wake Saeran that way. Admittedly, you should have brought more equipment, but the decision to come in the first place had been a rather rash one so you hadn’t been on top of your game.

Whatever the case, you were inside now and no one had seen you. So instead of wasting any more of the precious time you had together – come morning you would have to split up again – you made your way to the bed, climbing atop the others body and waking him up by gently caressing his face and brushing through his hair. Saeran was a light sleeper to begin with, but since you started the job he was even more wary than he’d been before. The drop of a pin could wake him and this situation was no different.

His eyes instantly shot up, hand harshly wrapping around your wrist and tugging you down. You found yourself on your back, pressed into the mattress by your lovers weight. Admittedly, that turned you on more than it should have. Then again you had come to his room with that particular situation in mind, so really he’d merely sped the entire process up. He was panting, staring at you with wide eyes before frowning in confusion as you grinned up at him mischievously. “I was a little lonely up in my room, so I thought I’d pay you a visit.”

Saeran huffed, letting go of your wrist and sitting up, brushing the strands of her from his eyes. “If someone saw you, you’re dead. We both are. Are you seriously horny enough to risk your life for this”, he asked, looking at you with an intense and calculating look. You let your eyes wander over his face, reaching out once more to cup it with one hand, thumb tracing the line of his cheekbone. “I’m willing to risk my life for you.” Apparently that took Saeran by surprise, even after all this time, as his face fell and he quickly looked away from you, seemingly ashamed. 

You know where this behaviour is coming from, something that happened at times when things seemed to finally become undeniably serious between the two of you and Saeran feared of getting too attached and losing something beloved once more overwhelmed him. You sighed, leaning forward to press a kiss to his forehead. "You say you’re numb inside, but I can’t agree, Saeran”, you said, getting his attention.“So the world’s unfair? Keep it locked out there!” You move closer then, burying your face in the crock of his neck, kissing along the sensitive skin. “In here it’s beautiful.”

Saeran was never good with emotions, but he was damn fantastic when it came to sex. Maybe because he was capable of detaching those two things, delivering on one without messing up the other. He tugged on your hair, catching your mouth with his. He kiss was breathtaking and bruising, your lips spit slick and swollen once he broke it. Sucking your bottom lip into his mouth before tugging at just enough for it to sting without drawing blood. “Let’s make this beautiful, then”, he agreed, voice dipped dangerously low. Promisingly low.

When he spoke like this you knew you were in for a ride and it wouldn’t be the gentle kind. The way you two moved was quick and precise with no time to waste. You tugged his shirt over his head while he ripped open yours, leaving it in shreds on the floor. You’d have to worry about that tomorrow. The rest of your clothes joined the shirt in a haze, naked bodies colliding in a storm of desire and passion. Saeran slid into your awaiting heat with easy, your legs over his shoulders as he snapped his hips against yours, almost snapping you in half in the process.

You pulled him even closer, your bodies rubbing against one another with every harsh thrust. Your nipples were hard against his chest, breasts jolting. You clawed down his back, leaving marks that would stay for days as he left his mark within you. Subtle, but no less effective. You pulled him in for a kiss, both of you fighting for dominance until he let you in, let your tongue push past his to lick into his mouth with fervour. Both of you moaned into the kiss, the bed shaking under the two of you. You didn’t see the orgasm coming, hitting you by surprise with an intensity that almost made you black out.

“Oh no, princess. No sleeping for you”, he said, pulling out and leaving you empty and dripping with your own juices. You were about to beg – whether for mercy or more you weren’t sure – when he suddenly flipped you over, lifted your hips of the bed and thrust right back home. “You woke me for this, remember”, he hissed, pointing each word with a harsh jab. When your moans increased in volume he reached around to cover your mouth, his hot breath ghosting over your ear as he fucked you from behind like some rabid dog.

You reached for the headboard for support, gripping it with both hands until your knuckles were about to rip the skin. You’d just come and yet you could feel another orgasm steadily building as he fucked inside you, one hand covering your mouth while the other rubbed at your sensitive clit. “I love taking you like this, like a little bitch”, he whispered into your ear, nibbling at it. He kept up the pace until you felt his cock twitch and jump within you. This time the two of you came together, his seed filling you up as the two of you trembled with ecstasy and collapsed onto the bed with exhausted and sated huffs.

The Fight For Independance(Platonic!Hamilsquad x African American!Reader)

Requested by: Anonymous

Summary: Living as a woman during the Revolution is hard enough, being African American on top of that makes it 1000 times harder. After being caught up in the street by a racist man, you meet up with Hamilsquad who protects you and makes you feel loved.

Warnings: Racist remarks towards African Americans made by white males, hitting, brief mentions of slavery.

Time Period: Hamiltime

Words: 1352

A/N: Hello! So this was requested over a month ago, but here it is. I’m so sorry for the wait and I hope if you are the one who requested it, this lives up to your expectations. Also, I hope I didn’t offend anyone with this story because that was not my intentions. In case you were wondering, I have two King George III stories coming out soon along with part two of Love and Trust, another Lafayette story, and an angsty Thomas x Reader. I hope you enjoy and have a fabulous day!!

It wasn’t easy being a person with colored skin during the American Revolution. While you were lucky enough to live in New York, where slavery wasn’t as predominant as in the south, you still weren’t treated with the respect you deserved. On top of it all, you were a woman, which meant you received even less respect.

Instead of being enslaved, you worked as a maid for a white family, where you received a small, weekly wage that was just enough to get by on. Of course, the Revolution had reduced the amount of jobs and pay available.

Luckily for you, you had met the four best friends you could ask for: Alexander Hamilton, John Laurens, Gilbert…Marquis de Lafayette, and Hercules Mulligan. All of whom disagreed with the idea of slavery, and wanted to achieve freedom for all. John was even working on starting the first black battalion!

You had met your friends one night when you ran into them at the local bar. It had been your place of employment for a while, you were a waitress. One night, you kept serving them round after round, and you overheard their abolitionists ideas. You had agreed with them, introduced yourself, and the rest was history.

Present day, you were walking home from your job and going to meet the boys at the local bar. Eyes focused on the ground, you sped up, careful not to bump into anybody. It was dangerous for you to be walking alone, especially during time of war, but you didn’t want to burden any of the guys. They had more important things to worry about, like how to win independence.

Unfortunately, all had not gone as planned. While you had thought you were being careful to not hit anyone, somehow you had bumped shoulders with a white man. You prayed he would just let you be, but you weren’t that lucky.

“Watch it, you dumb slave girl.” the man spat at you.

Instead of answering, you thought it would be best to look at the ground and keep quiet. For some reason, the man you had bumped into took this as a sign of defiance.

“Hey! I was talking to you.” he growled and gripped your forearm tightly. You struggled as you tried to get the man to release his iron grip on you. “Don’t you have anything to say, or are you so stupid you can’t even speak?”

Although you were struggling, nobody in the streets stopped to help you out, you were all alone. “Let me go, I didn’t mean to bump into you.” you finally spoke, hoping that would satisfy the man enough to let you go.

“Ah, so the piece of filth can talk. Who do you think you are, disrespecting someone like me?” he asked, shaking your arm, gripping it even tighter.

You held back the tears that were forming in your eyes, not wanting to give this man the satisfaction of seeing you look weak. With all the strength you could muster, you confidently spoke. “You don’t scare me.”

“I don’t scare you, eh? You’re lucky you are semi-protected here in New York. If you spoke to me like that anywhere else, I’d have the right to whip you!” the man shouted and you knew your arm would be badly bruised.

Just as you thought he was going to let you go, he brought his hand up and slapped you hard across the cheek. The force of the blow caused you to let out a yelp.

Finally, the man shoved you to the ground and walked away like nothing had happened.

Shakily, you stood up and brushed the dirt from your dress, readjusted your shawl, and took a deep breath. You walked even faster to get to the bar, this time avoided everybody at all costs.

Once you finally reached the entrance, you adjusted your hair so it covered the mark left from the slap. You also pulled you sleeve down enough so it covered the fingerprint marks left from where you were grabbed.

Inside, you quickly spotted Alexander and the rest of your friends. You navigated through the hot, stuffy room and sat down between Hercules and John.

“Hello, (y/n). We thought you would never make it.” Alex laughed as he pushed in your chair.

You laughed nervously. “I apologize, I was let out later today than usual.” you lied.

“It’s alright, mon amie. You are here now and that is all that matters.” Lafayette stated, raising his glass in the air before taking a sip.

The night wore on and you began to forget about what had occurred just hours before. The boys didn’t question or notice your bruises, for which you were thankful.  You got lost in the conversation with your friends, laughing and joking about whatever came to mind.

Eventually, it got so hot in the bar that you subconscienciously rolled up your sleeves and tucked your hair behind your ears. It hadn’t even been a minute since you did those actions when John’s face turned to one of horror.

“(y/n), what happened to your cheek?” he asked in shock, gently touching the delicate area of your face.

You winced and pushed your hair back over your cheek. “It’s, um, nothing.” you said very unconvincingly.

The boys just rolled their eyes because you wouldn’t tell them the truth. John was going to press further when Hercules touched your arm. “What did you do to your arm, (y/n)?” he asked as he looked at the bruises.

“I-I tripped?” you tried telling them, but it came out as more of a question.

“You did not trip, those are fingerprints.” Alex pointed out, a look of anger crossing his face.

“Please, (y/n), tell us what happened.” Lafayette begged, concern crossing his entire face.

Instead of answering, you began to cry as you were ashamed to recount to the boys what happened. At first, they all just stared at you in shock, but eventually, John was the first one to move to comfort you. He gathered you in his arms and stroked your hair in an attempt to comfort you. Soon, the other boys followed suit.

After a few minutes, you regained your composure and took a deep breath before explaining. “On my way home, I bumped into a man I didn’t know. I tried to just leave it be, but he grabbed onto my arm and started shouting at me. He told me I was nothing more than a worthless, piece of filth and tried to threaten me. When I made an attempt to stand up to him, well, he-he hit me.” you trailed off at the end, your voice barely above a whisper.

Lafayette stared at you in shock before he spoke. “(y/n), do not listen to that asshole for one moment. You are the sweetest, most generous person. You don’t deserve to be treated like that.”

“Thank you,” you smiled. “But that is how must people see me so it is not surprising that is how I get treated.” you admitted, looking at the ground.

John’s head snapped towards you. “(y/n), it is not fair how you are treated, so don’t think for a second you deserve it. In fact, I hope you know that I am fighting this war to win you your independence as well as the colonies.” he told you confidently.

Alex was next to speak as he brought you into a comforting hug. “You do not need to worry about that happening again, because from now on I will walk you from work to your home everyday I possibly can.” he promised and kissed your knuckles.

Hercules leaned forwards and kissed your forehead before adding your two cents. “And if that ever happens again, I will make sure that whoever made you cry will pay for it.” he threatened, but gave you a loving smile.

“Thank you.” you murmured, pulling all the boys into a giant group hug.

Although you knew it would be a long journey to gain your independence, you knew it would be alright with your boys at your side.

Bundle of Joy - Minghao Fluff

Originally posted by itseventeen-hasmoved

Request: Hi I love your writing! Can I request a Minghao scenario where he and his wife (the reader) become new parents and adjust to life with their newborn baby? I love fluff! Thank youuuu

Word Count: 1230

Genre: Fluff

Member/Group: Minghao of SEVENTEEN

Summary: It was a big shock when you and Minghao announced that you were going to get married. It was an even bigger shock when you announced that you would be welcoming your first child into your family, but neither of you had expected a newborn to be such a big addition to your lives.

A/N: Hey guys, I want to do some BTS imagines so maybe send in a request for your bias in BTS. It’s not that I am sick of writing for SEVENTEEN, I just really enjoy writing about more than the same 5 people. Also, I am not even joking but pretty much every request I have is for Minghao and Jun… coughlovechinalinecough.

 “Well, Mrs. Xu, I think you are ready to go home with your little boy today. Would you like us to bring (B/N) here so you can hold him while your husband finishes the last of the paperwork for the hospital?”

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So I hit 600 followers a while ago, and neglected to post anything in celebration of that milestone, so here’s my super late but still within my rights to post Flower Crown Edits of Dennis SEREGOR Droomers of Carach Angren. 

I love this weird cryptid man. 

Also, these edits were requested by the ever lovely @perfectus-in-morte 
Sorry I’m so late to post them haha. 

anonymous asked:

Do you still draw todoiideku? I found you a while ago and loved your art so I followed but then after I actually found out what todoiideku was I found out you started another blog so I was wondering if you still have the art from your other blog?

hi!! I’m a bit confused…maybe you got me mistaken for someone else? I didn’t start another blog and all my todoiideku is posted here. Also, yes, I plan on drawing more! It’s been requested a few times and I wanna draw them on my own too!

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Times Like This (Poly Fic; JaredxConnorxReader)

Here’s the poly fic I wanted to do a while ago. Sorta requested bc somebody suggested meme boi and Connor for it (I’m assuming they mean jaredxconnorxreader so that’s what I wrote)

Warning: first poly fic so it’s shit, also poly ship so don’t read if you’re uncomfortable. Also it’s hella short and just a drabble


It was times like this that you wondered, was it really worth it to be dating the two most stubborn, hotheaded, and insecure boys you knew? Times like this, where your boyfriends, Connor and Jared bickered as if they were an old married couple, you being their marriage counselor rather than the third lover in the relationship. Sometimes it was overwhelming and the two could be a handful, especially after they’d each had a long day like today. They had bickered over every little thing this evening, which was originally intended to be a Netflix date. But then they disagreed on what to watch and what snacks to grab and who got to be the little spoon. They seemed to have forgotten that you were there, and both could be the little spoon, but you chose to sit back and let the fights tire them both out. You all finally agreed on watching the new Netflix Deathnote movie, Jared wanting to see how hilariously awful it was and Connor wanting to see how they ruined the entire thing. You agreed with them, it was quite inaccurate and horrible, but before the movie was halfway through the two were cuddled against eachother, sound asleep. You smiled, snapping a few quick photos before wrapping a big blanket around the two and giving them light kisses to their foreheads.

It was times like this that you decided, not only was it worth it, but you were incredibly grateful to have two boyfriends who loved each other as well as you.