REQUEST: Can u write a fan fic about the girl owning a flower shop and Harry coming in to get flowers for someone else but then they fall in love because love is beautiful like a flower
It’d been about a week since Harry had come around to the shop, and she was starting to miss him. She knew that he was spending a lot of time with his family, with it being Christmas and what-not, but she was about to close up the shop for three days to go visit her family and she was hoping to see him before the holidays.
The day before she left, her wish was granted.
“Honey, I’m home!” Harry called out into the store as he swung the door open, his voice booming in the air and announcing his presence. It took everything inside of her not to collapse into a fit of giggles, but she was busy doing a final inventory check before leaving. She had a pen tucked behind her ear and one tucked into her locks of hair that had been collected in a messy bun, not to mention the pen in her hand.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, you don’t have any honeys here,” she teased, looking up from the checklist she had been scanning over to flash him a smile before looking back down at the sheet of paper on the counter.
“Only my main honey,” he flashed her a grin as he walked around to the side of the counter she was on and glanced at the sheet of paper she was looking at before hopping up atop of the counter next to her. “Getting ready to go home?”
“Yep. I’m having brunch with my mum tomorrow, and then dinner tomorrow night with my dad and his new girlfriend,” she groaned, jabbing her pen into the paper particularly not-so-gently as she scribbled a check inside one of the boxes. He suddenly reached over and grabbed the pen that was behind her ear and hidden in her hair, stealing the one from her hands to top it off.
“H, what are you doing, I don’t have time for this,” she began to complain, but he had already hopped off of the counter and shoved the pens in his pockets.
“Yeh’re overthinking everything and stressing yourself out more than yeh need to, like usual.”
Can I request a Jimin smut when you are married and he forget about your anniversary , then he make up to you, and wins with a very romantic smut.
As you sat on the floor of your bedroom arranging the bookshelf, your husband comes up from behind you to give you a kiss ontop of your head.
“What are you doing?”
You switched out two of the books before stopping and turning around. He was dressed up.
“It looked messy so I was trying to fix it. Are you going somewhere?”
Jimin nods, fixing his outfit.
“We have a company dinner tonight.”
You tilt your head. Come to think of it he hadn’t said, “Happy Anniversary” all day. You just assumed he knew because he kept saying today was important and special.
“Is that all?” You asked.
“Yeah but don’t worry I’ll come home earlier and you can have me all to yourself.”
You turned back around, facing your back to him.
“No, It’s fine. You can stay out…like you said today is special.”
“What? You mean it? Thanks babe.” He gives you another quick kiss on the cheek and disappears out of the room. You let out a sigh and fall back on the ground, staring up at the ceiling. You were newly married, how could he forget today?
Jimin arrived on time to his dinner, greeting the other members. Taehyung smiled.
“Can you believe how crazy stuff has been? All these awards and stuff…It’s amazing.”
Jimin nodded. “Yeah, our fans really are something.”
Namjoon comes over to the two of them with a smiling face. As the leader he couldn’t have been more proud to see and hear about the success they built on their own. Coming from a small company it wasn’t easy but together they managed.
“The CEO should be here soon.” He told the other two.
“Maybe he’ll pay for all of us tonight. He did say that we made it once we had our own solo songs.” Jimin joked.
Namjoon laughed. “Yeah maybe, I’m surprised you’re here to be honest. How did you manage to get out?”
Jimin tilted his head. “Get out of what?”
Namjoon sighed. “You forgot your own anniversary? Even I remembered and I don’t think that’s my job.”
His eyes widened and he set the drink down on the table.
“Oh damn it…I think I need to leave-”
Just as Jimin stood up from the table their boss walked in and he froze. Now knowing that he messed up there wasn’t a way out of it. He just sat back down, hoping to make it up to you later on. It was a guilty 2 hours but he rushed home as soon as he could, bursting through the door. He walked into the bedroom to find you passed out asleep, all on your own. He got down next to the bed.
“Shit…I’m so sorry..” He whispered.
His voice started to wake you up and you shifted in your sleep. When you slowly opened your eyes you saw him in front of you.
“You’re home..” You mumbled.
He nodded, stroking your hair.
“Yeah, babe. I’m home…I’m so sorry about earlier. I’m so stupid. I can’t believe I forgot. It’s just that things have been so busy lately and I lost track of the days.”
You lifted yourself up to sit up in the bed, as much as you wanted to stay mad at him he was right. They weren’t used to such packed schedules and he was doing the best he could at the moment.
“It’s okay. Wait here, okay?”
Jimin nodded, letting you run off to the bathroom. He comfortably sat down on the bed as he waited for you to come back out. He wondered if you were secretly mad at him but he hoped the present he picked up would make up for it. Just as he was about to pull it out of his pocket you opened the door again. His eyes widened in surprise. There you were standing in the doorway only wearing the new lingerie that you had picked out for that night. He was speechless, guiding his eyes throughout every inch of you.
You turned red. “I-is it too much? I can change? I was just excited to show you….this isn’t your present but I wanted to see your reaction.”
Hello, my lovely friends, I’m back with another one-shot courtesy of an anonymous prompt submitted by one you beautiful people. Since my birthday is coming up and I’m a bit selfish I decided to finally write this. And here starts the apology for this being so late. I believe this prompt was sent to me a little bit before my hiatus so if the author of this prompt is reading this I hope I did it justice and I’m terribly sorry that it is so late and I do hope you enjoy!
Prompt: Can I have a request where it’s the readers birthday, and for some reason her ex thinks its okay for him to show up with a new girl, the avengers are pissed, reader is upset, and Steve comforts her while the others deal with her ex? Smooches! xx
Word Count: 2,372
A single knock rap against the door of your small apartment, however, it goes unnoticed by you as you sluggishly begin to craft a basic breakfast. You start by cracking a couple of eggs in a small purple bowl quickly mixing the yokes with the egg whites. Placing the mixed eggs in a large saucepan, you set out to make your favorite cheese and bacon omelet.
“You know you really ought to keep your doors lock, Brooklyn can be a scary place.” Your closest friend Steve chuckles from behind you. “Wouldn’t want the birthday girl to be robbed on her very special day.”
Request: “hey would you be doing requests by any chance?? If so, would you please be able to write a Simon one based off the song ‘I Know What You Did Last Summer’ - Shawn Mendes ft. Camilla Cabello. So basically the reader has been on a holiday recently and Simon has a feeling/thinks she’s cheated & there’s tension, endings up to you. I love your writing so much!! Thank you xxxx”
Note: This did not turn out the way I expected it to at all. Whelp. You brought this upon yourselves lol. 2950 words. [master list]
You stared at the small
box in your hands. It contained a necklace. Not a fancy, expensive one or
anything (after all, Jonathan could only do so much), but a nice one nonetheless.
It was the fourth gift you had received from him in the last month and while
you loved your boyfriend with all of your heart, the box felt heavy in your
hands. And it wasn’t because the
necklace itself was heavy.
Jonathan Byers was very
inexperienced in the realm of dating. Apparently not every girl in the small
town of Hawkins was hot for a lanky, shy introvert whose hands were practically
glued to his camera. So when you waltzed into his life and eventually into his
heart, he wasn’t sure how to take it.
most people like holding hands?Is
something supposed to happen on movie dates? What about kissing on the first
date, was that alright?
As much as these
questions plagued Jonathan, he lived in fear of how much embarrassment he
thought he’d be plagued by if he asked you any of these. You weren’t
necessarily someone who got around, but between the two of you, two official
boyfriends and one crush that went nowhere was comparatively far more
experienced, even if you never went beyond a simple make-out session with
either of them. You therefore found yourself less upset and more amused when
you later learned that he turned to Nancy for advice. The end result?
“Well, people like to get
gifts,” Nancy shrugged. “I’d say maybe start the first date off with a bouquet
or something – nothing major, y’know?” She then quickly added, “It helps if it’s
something from the heart, though.”
Author’s Note: I’m so sorry that I haven’t posted anything in a while but ive kinda been busy. I do hope to get all the requests done by this weekend but that may not happen. I really have been trying to improve my writing, too. I wrote an imagine the other day so I could get it done but it came out crappy cause I was doing it fast just to get it done and it didn’t turn out well so it will be redone. I hope you guys like this one because I would have to say its my favorite.
Khal Drogo x reader
requested by anonymous
25. “I’d kill a thousand men before I let one make me his slave.”
warning: Cussing, mention of rape, mention of sex
It was a calm, cool day. Not a cloud in the sky, all was peaceful. Well, it should have been. Being the time that it was, families always married their children off to ensure security and freedom. As was the case with Y/n’s family. Her family left Westeros when she was just a little girl at the mere age of four, she could hardly remember what it was like. Now she was 18 and could only remember the place she now called home. She was a fully developed woman and in her mother’s eyes, fit to be married. Her mother always said, “ You know when a woman needs a man when her breasts need a hand to hold them up and fingers to keep her core calm.”
Due to her stubbornness and quiet voice, very few were willing to marry and if so, didn’t afford what the family was looking for. It made things rather tough for Y/n. She wouldn’t get to marry for love but rather wealth in anyway her family saw it. They had just ran out of luck, much to the girl’s delight, when news came the the Dothraki warlord, Khal Drogo, was looking for a wife. This brought much excitement to the family, but very little to the soon to be wife.
The day you were born, your mother knew you would be destined for something great. However, nobody knew what greatness you’d achieve.
At age three you began having dark dreams your therapist claimed to be nightmares. No matter how many times you explained you weren’t afraid of the dream.
By the time you were ten, information had come to you from your parents about a soulmate. Everybody had one. Each person had their own unique pendant that they would receive on their sixteenth birthday. And one day you would meet your significant other who would have the other half.
Age sixteen could come any faster. As promised, your father handed you a small ribbon wrapped white box with a beautiful necklace inside. You would think it would be something cheesy like a half of a broken heart, but it wasn’t.
The outer layer of the half circle was a shinning silver. Inside of it rested a perfect ruby red stone of some sort. Around the edges of the center it was jagged. And you knew that the person you were destined to be with would contain the other half.
By the time you were eighteen you’d been on your own for a year. A brutal car crash had killed both of your parents and you’d been left alone in the hospital on life support. Every doctor around you was beyond certain you wouldn’t live. That you were declared brain dead. What came next shocked even the greatest in the medical industry. You woke up.
There wasn’t a wound to be found on your body. Something…someone had healed you. The very moment you opened your eyes you saw bright red ones burning in a day dream you only wished was real.
“Thank you.” Your voice was only a faint whisper to the unknown man in your head.
At this point in your life you were in your late twenties. Living a very mundane and simple life. That was until the same dreams from your childhood took over your mind.
There was a man, holding onto thick metal bars on a cage that was suspended in mid air. Thunder and lightening boomed all around it. A set of beautiful red eyes beamed from inside the locked bars. The sound of a glass window in your apartment shattering snapped you out of your daydream.
A set of three men were now standing before you. Each holding a very sharp yet shiny blade in their hands.
“Who are you?” Your shaky voice called out to those in your home. But none of the strange men answered you. “Get the hell out of my home.” When you spoke there was a defensive tone to your voice.
One of the men laughed at you in a small chuckle.
“We take orders from nobody. Certainly not a tainted human.” His foot stepped forward to advance towards you. Naturally you took a step back.
Taking your hands you grabbed onto a bookshelf and flung it over, trying to give you some time to get out the front door. Luckily for you the door was unlocked, making it easier to run out of your invaded home.
In a panic you ran down the hallway as the sound of following feet pounded behind you. As you rounded a corner you were greeted by a sight you least expected to be there. Stairs.
All of your balance was lost as you tripped and began to tumble down the hard carpeted steps. Your hand awkwardly got placed underneath you in the fall and an awful cracking sound came from it.
Forty stairs. That’s how many you’d fallen down. By the time you reached the bottom you were cut up, bleeding, and had a bad case of rug burn. Not to mention some broken bones. There was nothing you could do but lie there and await the mean to come near you and take your life.
Just as one took a step down the first stair, a warm feeling came from your usually freezing necklace. Never had it been warm before since the day you’d gotten it. Your mother had told you the closer you got to your soulmate, the warmer it would get. While the farther away, the colder it’d get.
Each of the three man burst into a cloud of blue and grey dust. A wave of safety ran over your wounds. No, not safety maybe. This was something else.
A warm flowing sensation tingled your chromosomes and healed you completely. Your arm snapped back into place unexpectedly, causing you to yelp lightly in pain.
Without a second thought you ran out of the building.
Confusion and a hint of fear was all you could think. Was there more of these weird assassins waiting for you? Just as the thought crossed your mind a black SUV pulled around a hidden alleyway and began to approach you. Before you could run you were somewhere else.
The walls were cold and dark like everything else. In the front center part of the room was a red throne. All types of different artifacts and old papers were on tables and other surfaces around you. Your body turned to look at the rest of the scenery. Only to your surprise you were jeered by a tall devilishly handsome man.
His hair was of a dirty blond color. And his eyes- they seemed to swallow you whole. You yourself had no idea who this man was, but a strange name lingered on the inside of your lips and seeped through the cracks.
“Lucifer?” There was no explanation as to how you knew who he was.
The warm feeling coming from your necklace was turned off as you reached out and placed your open crooked palm on his chest.
It was him. Your soulmate. The man you’d only dreamt of in the loneliest of nights.
“You know who I am. I was afraid you wouldn’t.” His voice was much softer than you expected it to be. He never spoke in your dreams.
Slowly you withdrew your hand from his chest. “Of course I know who you are. How could I not?” Like it was an instinct your feet took a step in his direction. He seemed surprised by your actions, raising an eyebrow at you.
“You know who I truly am and yet it doesn’t scare you. Interesting.” His perfect lips pursed only slightly.
“I have no reason to be afraid of you.” Your eyes gazed up into his. “You saved my life on numerous occasions, Lucifer.” Just saying his name made a warm feeling spread in your chest.
Either of his hands reached out and placed themselves gently on your cheeks. Holding you tenderly in his touch. His thumbs began to move in small circles on your skin. Calming you to the core.
“What were those things that tried to kill me?” You continued to look into his eyes which were tender and at peace.
“Angels. Winged monkeys.” The calm tone in his voice began to fade as he continued to speak. “They thought they could take you from me.” A familiar red glow took over his natural eye color only for a second, making a small chill go down your skin and trail into your heart.
“Well, angels are dicks. It’s a good thing you aren’t one.” He laughed thinking of the words you just said. “Archangels are different than any normal angel.” You’d read about archangels before. They were absolute and fierce.
“If you choose to stay by my side, I can better protect you from them. Or anybody who decides to come after you.” His hands continued to rest on your cheeks.
Kaz let the necklace spill through his gloved fingers and back into the box of twinkling gold.
It was such a waste, leaving a pile of gold to gather dust in a hidden desk drawer. He knew the nearest jeweler would give him a tidy sum of kruge for it; Ghezen knew the Dregs needed it, since their last operation scraped their coffers clean. It was in everyone’s best interests to sell the gold.
But he knew he wouldn’t.
It started out as a simple, insignificant event. He had walked past the display case of the Financial District jeweler, when he saw the glimmering golden chain resting in an open velvet case. Fine filigree, simple clasp, stopping just at the collarbone. He’d bought it without hesitation. Even though he held the necklace to the candlelight that night to inspect its value, and found none, he hadn’t returned it. Instead, he tucked it away in a padlocked box stashed in his desk.
Then came the bracelets. They should have been the warning flag, the sign that should have tipped him off; but again, he only flung a few coins on a jeweler’s countertop and swept out of the shop, this time clutching a case that held a pair of thin gold bangles. He threw them in the same box holding the necklace, frustrated after another fruitless examination into the night.
It started an addiction within him.Headdresses, earrings, anklets—all gold. The box started to fill with them, shining brightly in the night as if to taunt him. Look at us, they sang, revel in our glory that entices you so powerfully.
Strangely enough, he failed to hunger for coins the same way, despite their similar golden sheen. No matter how strong his desire for kruge drove him, Kaz never bothered to take his spoils out and run his hands through them. He wasn’t a miser like Van Eck.
Kaz held back a sigh of exasperation, reminding himself to stay patient. If he’d bought them just from a single glance in a jeweler’s window display, there’s certainly some value in the gold. He slid his hand into the pile of jewelry once more, searching for another piece to scrutinize.
He pulled out a sparkling hand chain decorated with exquisite star cuts and relit the flickering candle on his desk.
The thought came almost absentmindedly as he took his magnifying glass in hand: this would complement Inej well.
The honesty behind the unspoken statement startled him and caused the magnifying glass to slip from his hand, which shattered symphonically on the floorboards.
Why, why would I think of such a thing?
Kaz stuffed the chain back inside the box, snapping the lid of the container shut. He carefully reminded himself to burn the thing after the next heist.
The box remained in his desk.
Kaz began to notice how Nina and Jesper adorned themselves with elaborate earrings and necklaces, Matthias and Wylan in simple brooches and bracelets, Kaz himself with his silver headed cane and matching cape pin.
Inej wore nothing.
A pity, he mused. The pair of gold bangles he bought would go well with her slender arms.
Jesper noticed Kaz staring at Inej, raised his eyebrows, but let no comment slip from his mouth. Wise of him.
Kaz thought about how Inej’s hands—delicate when selecting her daggers, deadly when using them—could seem more fantastical in movement with golden hand chains slipping between them. Whenever she tilted her head back to laugh at something Nina said, he wondered which hoarded necklace would emphasize the curve of her neck.
And when Inej accidentally brushed his hand against his when he gave her a pouch of kruge for Jesper and Nina to spend, Kaz needed to clear his throat to force back his newest thought: rings would make her fingers as holy as saints.
So when the boyfriendo and I redid our space a while back, we were able to move all our nerd merch into our now game room. With some minor convincing it was an established that of course my most precious possessions in life would need a shelf or two of their own. So here is finally some pictures of my collection I’ve been meaning to post forever. <3 (Also my phone screen.. Of course.) (Not featured but just as important: 3 Inuyasha Tanktops, 4 TShirts, 2 Wallets, a lanyard, a pin, and a second chibi Koga keychain lol)