i can make a longer one by request

Not-So-Bad Bad Boy

pairing: philip hamilton x reader

word count: 3700 (woah)

warnings: swearing, making out

prompt/request: “Can I have a bad boy/fuck boy Philip Hamilton imagine with the prompts 14 43 92 131 and 219? I love your writing so much!!” from @cheyenne-dunn-universe

a/n: this one is a lil’ longer than expected, but i hope you guys like it nonetheless! it got to the point where i was too tired of reading it to check for any errors, though, so if ya find any lemme know. enjoy

Philip Hamilton wanted your help.

It was the end of a school day in October, and you were just filing away your books into your locker – the one day a week you didn’t have tutoring – while getting ready to go home. In fact, you had just slammed your locker shut and were slipping the lock through the hole when the boy approached you with a proposition.

“You help me with math and I’ll hook you up with Georges,” he almost begged.

Philip Hamilton was a bad boy… at best. His father was a famous politician (although, in your school, whose dad wasn’t) and he never really tried to be nice to anyone else. Why would he? He had a motorcycle, all the money he could dream of, and talent to find a girlfriend at the beginning of every new month. But, despite his hardened, tough, rude exterior… you knew there was a reason he was like that, and you knew that there was so much more to him than being a dick. This was evident when he was asking you to tutor him – there was a look of weakness you had seen in his eyes that you had never seen in him before.

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Off to the Races *smuttish*- Tommy Shelby

Request// Hey! Could you do a Tommy Shelby oneshot, where you’re at a family meeting and you and Tommy argue and don’t speak for a couple of days but make up (smut & fluff) thanks!

Request// Please do a possessive Tommy Shelby imagine preferably with smut but only if ur comfortable obvs x

This prompt can be read without smut. All smut will lay between a set of ‘*****’ and some fowl language has been included in this fic.

*So I hope that these two requesters don’t mind that I put both of them together. I took a lot longer to write this one than I expected, but I’m proud to say that I think it’s looking good. I’m talking over 1300 words, so it’s arguably my longest prompt yet. Hope you enjoy! xoxo*

You sat on the stairs of the betting shop, your knees resting under your chin as Tommy laid out the plan for the Cheltenham Races. You didn’t trust Billy Kimber and neither did Tommy, but you still found it ignorant to meet with him, especially with his bookies getting robbed left and right.

“Arthur, John, you’ll be leading our men and the Lees out to collect anything stolen Kimber’s boys,” he explained, his brothers nodding in approval. “As for me, I’ll be taking Grace with me to meet Kimber in the private lounge.” Both John and Arthur passed sly grins to one another, but it didn’t get past you.

“Why would you take Grace,” you asked curiously, trying to hide the venom in your tone.

“Why not, Y/N?” Arthur turned to look at you, being the first person to address you this entire meeting. “Y’aren’t jealous, are you?” John held back his laugh while Polly scowled at Arthur. Tommy only shook his head, ready to carry on without giving you a proper answer.

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anonymous asked:

Hi!! Can you do a one-shot where naruto complains to sasuke on walking in on sasusaku making out which leads to sarada overhearing and asking both of them where babies come from leaving them both embarrassed to even answer??

I don’t think Naruto would hold back when it comes to embarrassing Sasuke, so I hope you enjoy ;D thank you for requesting!

“I’m only saying it so no one else sees it!”

“Dobe, I told you to stop,” Sasuke’s voice warned, but Naruto’s grin deepened. 

The red in Sasuke’s cheeks darkened the longer Naruto looked at his friend, and when Sasuke finally broke their line of sight, he began to enjoy the silence in the room. It was a mistake for inviting him over, especially with Sakura gone for the night.

“Just be more aware of where you’re lip locking,” Naruto muttered from under his breath.

Sasuke felt a wave of fury and a desire to knock the shit out of the dobe, but when a familiar voice chimed in, the Uchiha caught his temper and fanned it out.

“Papa? What does that mean?”

His daughter. 

Sasuke Uchiha’s precious daughter, standing firmly in the door way with her red framed glasses encasing curious eyes. He felt his throat constrict while his heart rate increased. All nerve in his body vanished while he stood over top of a grinning Naruto.

“What’re you talking about?” Sasuke opted for playing stupid. He straightened his posture and walked to his daughter. 

Sarada was seven now, the same age as Naruto’s own son. Her curiosity always got the best of her, and when a new term was bestowed upon her, she was always inquisitive.

“Lip locking,” she recalled perfectly.

Sasuke wrapped his single arm around around her back, lifting her to his eye level. He could feel his patience slipping.

Fucking dobe.

“Where did you hear that from?” Sasuke persisted. He knew that if he could work his way around this, both him and Naruto would be home free.

“Uncle Naruto said it!” Sarada insisted as her lower lip pouted out while fire flashed behind solid, black eyes. She looked like Sakura when she pouted, and for that, Sasuke couldn’t help but adore the fire in her eyes.

She wriggled slightly in his arm when Naruto’s voice chimed in, and it took everything in Sasuke not to throw curses at his best friend, insisting that the blonde quit talking and shut the hell up.

“Your parents were kissing, Sarada,” Naruto sat up, his hands squishing both of his cheeks in as he continued talking. “I caught them in the act, and making sure it doesn’t happen again. Lip locking leads to babies!”

The shock that went across not only Sarada’s face, but Sasuke’s as well, encouraged Naruto to continue. Sasuke placed his daughter on the floor again, causing her to run and settle her little arms lightly against Naruto’s knee. Her eyes held wonder, determined to learn more on the matter of ‘lip locking.’

Sasuke felt his nostrils flare while his darker eye dissolved to red. He could feel his calm composure fade, replaced with annoyance and a temper greater than Sakura’s herself.

How dare that dobe inform Sarada of this?

“Okay, that’s enough. Lip locking does not lead to babies, Sarada,” Sasuke intervened as he took his spot on the sofa. Sarada didn’t budge from Naruto’s knee, and the blonde’s smile faded, his sapphire blue eyes giving away that he was thinking of how to stoke the fire.

“Then how are they made, teme?”

Sasuke’s single hand found the bridge of his nose, pinching down tightly and rubbing the sensitive skin while his eyes squeezed shut.

This wasn’t happening. Sakura would kill him if she found out about this.

“It only happens when a boy stabs a girl with his kunai.”


He couldn’t believe those words actually fell from his lips, and when his eyes looked to Naruto, the blonde’s face was twisting into such a hysterical feature, that Sasuke felt his eyes narrow.

Sarada, on the other hand, had her mouth gaping open while she balanced her weight on Naruto’s leg. She was absolutely speechless, her eyes wide with fascination.

“So that means you stabbed mama with your kunai?!”

Naruto’s laughter filled the room in an instance. The loud chuckling and watery eye blonde infuriated Sasuke, but instead of ripping the dobe from his place on the couch, and hauling his ass outside for an ass beating, he looked back to his daughter and sighed.


“Did you hurt her?” Sarada continued.

“Tch, no! I’m sure Sakura hurt your dad though,” Naruto laughed out. 

“All right, party is over. Naruto, go home. Sarada, it’s time for bed,” Sasuke picked his daughter up once more before nudging Naruto’s leg with his foot - rather roughly in fact. 


“Now,” Sasuke ordered, his eyes narrowed and lips pulling into a firm line. Naruto did as told, said his good byes to both Sarada and Sasuke, and left them alone.

Sarada’s beautiful, innocent eyes found Sasuke’s and when he placed a gentle kiss to her cheek, she smiled.

“Good night, papa.”


Sasuke found himself submerged in one of his weapons books while Sakura scurried around the kitchen. He could tell she was in a hurry, not only because of her quick pace, but with how clumsy she was being.

And it didn’t help that Sarada was underfoot most of the time. 

Their faint conversation was background noise to Sasuke as he turned the page, involving himself in new information on kunai knives.

“I know where babies come from, mama!” Sarada’s high pitched voice kicked in.

Sasuke felt his stomach turn, flip and roll while his body heat dropped instantly. Sakura’s voice only added to his sickening stomach, but when her eyes found their way to his, he lifted his book up higher, covering his single eye.

“Oh, yeah?” Sakura’s voice was now hoarse, dry and low.

“Yeah! When a boy stabs a girl with his kunai, they have babies! I’ll make sure to stay away from boys and kunai!”

Their daughter’s high pitched voice echoed through their quiet home now. It was a perish song, high and loud. Sasuke swallowed heavily before lowering his book slightly. 

He could already see Sakura’s emerald green eyes on him, filled with livid, molten anger.

“That’s great, baby girl. Who told you that?” Sakura inquired.

“Papa did!”

And just like their daughter, Sakura’s mouth was gaping open. Sasuke knew he was dead. He knew before that conversation even started, in fact, that he was dead when he told Sarada just how babies were made.

And although it was a lie, he wouldn’t go down alone.

“Naruto started it.”


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The hero’s bond - “Teamwork” Part-1

Part-2 coming soon.

I have received quite a bit of request and messages from a lot of different people wanting me to make my “The Hero’s Bond”  post into a series.

At first I thought it would just be a one time thing, but hey plans can change amiright? So I’ll give it a shot, why not. lol

I have a lot of different ideas and stories for these comics, and I really hope I can keep getting some free time to make them!

However, this one turned out to be WAAAAAAY longer than I thought it would be, so I figured I would just do it in parts, rather than make these mile long comic post.

I hope this can spark some fascination in you guys, and I hope you enjoy my art!

Can’t Change Him

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Thank you for the request, it was a good one!!

Also a small note, series like “Saving Mr. J” will be updated about once a week since they take longer to write since weekdays are very packed for me with school stuff. And imagines will hopefully be uploaded quicker than series.

Word Count: 1016 words

Warnings: language and small violence

“Ugh, Doll, you’re making such a big deal out of something so small.”

“Something so small?! I saw you with Harley, at the club!” You were fuming with rage and disappointment. You rarely go out to the club with your boyfriend, the owner, but you decided to surprise him by getting out of your comfort zone. Unfortunately, your wonderful surprise backfired when you witnessed your J eye fucking and feeling up his ex in the middle of a business deal. You understand that he seduces his business associates with gorgeous women but you thought he would use them for only business. Not only that, he used the one woman you wished you’d never meet, the infamous Harley Quinn. He promised you once you started dating that he hasn’t and won’t ever speak to Harley after their breakup. But he obviously broke that promise.

“It was just for business, chill the fuck out.” His voice was starting to get bolder and louder but that didn’t stop you, it only added fuel to the fire.

“You don’t grope and eye fuck women for business, asshat! And you told me that you haven’t spoken to Harley for 2 YEARS, you liar!!! For all I know you could’ve been fucking her as we-” A loud smack cut you off and threw you onto the ground.

“YOU DON’T GET TO FUCKING ACCUSE ME OF ANYTHING YOU BITCH.” He roared while towering over your quaking body. Hot tears spilled down your cheeks from fear and shock. He has never laid a hand on you and vowed to never treat you like he treated Harley.

Before he could utter another word, you fled to the bedroom you and J share, locking the door shut. All you wanted to do was curl up in bed and bawl your eyes, and so you did. The last thing you’d ever expect from your J was to lay a hand on you and lie. Sure your relationship had its ups and downs because you were dating a manipulative criminal, but you always believed you could change him. Make him into a better man. But you should’ve known better, you can’t change him.

Joker’s POV

The bitch deserved it

I snorted as she ran upstairs and strolled into my office. Pouring a glass of scotch, I situated myself in my leather chair. (Y/N) is so sensitive and it’s starting to piss me off. Everything I do has her in tears. Now she’s taken my bed for the night, leaving me to doze off on my leather couch in my office. Well, jokes on her because she will be the one begging for me to come back to her.

“J, w-what’s going on?” (Y/N) stood by the door of our bedroom shell-shocked with a waterfall of tears dripping down her cheeks. I glanced over at the naked Harley in bed next to me with a smirk plastered on her face.

“Ain’ it obvious, sweetheart? He doesn’t care about you. Now scram, Puddin’ and I are extremely busy.” She stated, elongating ‘extremely’ and running her manicured nails down my naked torso.

(Y/N) gave me a look of disbelief with sorrowful eyes that made my heart ache then disappeared. I instantly was filled with regret and called out her name. Only, she didn’t come back, She was gone, and it was all my fault.

“Don’t worry ‘bout her Puddin’, you got me instead.” Harley giggled and peppered kisses all around my neck, leaving red lipstick marks. 

“(Y/N)” I whispered, hoping for her to appear once more. 

Gasping, my eyes shot open while I perched up from my chair. (Y/N). My brain was consumed with the sight of her crying with a red handprint on her cheek from yesterday afternoon. The sun was not up yet but that didn’t stop me I had to see my babygirl. Once I made it upstairs I ordered my henchmen to step away from the door that was between my girl and I. They made the smart decision to listen to me and unlocked the door for me. I blasted through the door and spotted my doll spring up off the bed from my loud entrance. 

“What the hell, J?! You woke me up.” She bent over and turned on her side lamp while I shook my head in carelessness and strode up to her. 

“Doll, I was wrong for hitting and yelling at you. You know I didn’t mean it. ” I gingerly caressed the cheek I struck.

Her face remained neutral, “What about you and Harley?” 

“I just needed someone to lure my business associates and Harley was the easiest woman I could get. I don’t care about her at all and I haven’t done anything with her except business. You’re the only girl for me. And I was an ass for not saying this sooner but I had a horrible dream that you left me and it made me realize that that’s the last thing I’d want. You know I’m not good at apologies but I mean it when I say I-I’m truly sorry, kitten.” 

A gentle smile formed upon her lips and she wrapped her arms around my neck, a sign of acceptance for my apology. I returned the grin and pulled her into my lap, snaking my arms around her petite waist causing a soft giggle to leave her mouth.

“I love you, baby.”  She muffled against my neck.

“I love you too, princess.” 

The next thing I knew I was showered with tiny kisses all over my face which made me laugh from the ticklish feeling on my skin. But I didn’t mind them at all, I had my girl back.

Prank War Gone Wrong

request: Hey love! I really liked your first writing! Can I request a Sirius Black x reader? Something like when The Marauders are very close to the reader and they pull a prank on them, and usually they are very easy going but that one time they get really scared and start to cry and then Sirius comforts them and makes them laught? This got longer then I planed it to be, but I hope you can do it. ^w^ Have a lovely day! <3

hope you like it!! and hearing compliments on my other writings makes me so happy so thank you so much omg xxx

You had decided to skip lunch today, considering you had a major Defense test in the next two days and being distracted by all the food and loud noises wouldn’t help you pass the test. You stayed in the Gryffindor Common room with a fluffy blanket draped over your legs as the fire crackled loudly. 

You were reading through the textbook on the recent lessons, refreshing your mind of the topic which was Defensive Spells. Your wand was in your dominant hand and as you mouthed the words on the page, your hand was going in motions along with the pictures that your eyes were reading over. 

You heard the portrait swing open and your eyes glanced up for a split second to see who it was. Of course, it was your best friends. 

“Hey (Y/N), whatcha up to?” Lily asked, plopping down on the open sofa cushion at the end of your feet. You took a deep breath and closed the book.

“Defense. It’s so annoying.” You answered, running your hands through your hair. 

“You know (Y/N), you’re going to have to start taking some kind of blame for these pranks you keep making us do. I can’t even count how many detentions I have with McGonagall on one hand.” James exclaimed. You smiled.

“Yeah okay.” You answered sarcastically. “That won’t happen. I’m the Prank God.” 

All four boys broke out into laughter. “What’s so funny?”

“What’s funny is, is that you think your the best at pranks.” Sirius answered as he grabbed your hand and intertwined your fingers. “It’s okay babe, you just have a big ego s’all.” 

You pulled your hand out of Sirius’ and gave them a confused look. “You said it yourself! That I have to have to stop making up pranks because it lands you four boys into trouble. It’s me making these plans, not you guys! Lily has more of a say in them than you do.” 

All four boys gave each other smirks before looking at you mischievously. “Oh no.” Lily muttered. 

“What’s that I hear, sounds like you want a Prank War, (Y/L/N).” Remus said, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“Oh, you’re so on.” You stated, getting up with confidence before grabbing your books and heading to your dorm. 


The teams were you versus all of the Marauders. Pretty unfair in numbers but you knew you could beat them. Although, you’ve been paranoid the next couple of days. In every class, James and Sirius would send each other glances with their eyebrows raised and smirks on their faces, Remus would lean back in his chair with the same smirk and his arms crossed over his chest and Peter would giggle and try to compose himself. Needless to say, this put you on edge. But that didn’t mean you didn’t have any tricks up your sleeve. Whether it be putting a charm in James’ tea so whenever he would try to say the any of the boys’ names he would just yell. Or putting a stop to Remus’ bad knuckle cracking habit, that each time he went to do it, he would slap the person nearest to him; this didn’t leave any of the other boys happy as well. And much more. 

They did nothing to you so far. Yes, they would creep up behind you and scare you before breakfast or some elementary school type of pranks, but nothing Marauder-Style has happened yet. 

You were constantly on the look out. After skipping lunch for the third time this week to put in one last study session before the big test next period, you placed down your bag and searched for your book in your bag. 

“Where the hell is it?” You muttered to yourself, becoming frustrated. You didn’t want to lose anytime that you could be studying. You groaned and walked around the couch to go up the stairs to your dormitory to continue looking. 

You took one step onto the staircase and a split second felt like you were falling until you landed on a cold floor with a thud. You glanced at the area around you and didn’t see anything. The whole room was dark and you placed your hands in front of you to try and touch something a felt a wall. On all four sides of you, close together. 

Freaking out you began banging on the cement walls. You were claustrophobic, always have been and always will be. “Help! Anyone!” You yelled out. You weren’t sure how far down you were or ever where you were, you just hoped there could be anyone to hear you. 

Getting more and more overwhelmed and anxious, your baking becoming harder and your screams becoming louder, you started crying. 

“(Y/N)!” You heard a familiar voice call your name.

“Sirius? Get me out of here please!” You cried out, crying hysterically and pushing against the walls to make any room but you knew that wasn’t going to happen. You weren’t sure what happened but when you opened your eyes, you were met with the familiar red room and four boys hovering over you. 

“I’m so sorry.” Sirius muttered over and over as he engulfed you in a hug. You hadn’t noticed that you were still crying. A part of you was still in shock. “We didn’t know anything like that would happen. We meant for it to be completely harmless.”

You finally got a good luck at the boys’ guilty and worried faces before gripping harder on Sirius as if he were about to let go. 

“We really didn’t know anything about you being claustrophobic. We’re really sorry. We really are.” Remus said in a soft voice. You just nodded, words not being able to form. 

“To make you feel better, you can hex me and the rest of the boys if you’d like to all have pink hair to the next week?” Sirius offered. You let out a laugh, smiling and wiped your eyes. 


(hope you enjoyed!! I’m sorry the title sounds like youtube clickbait, it was all i could think of)

Wedding Date

Requested by anonymous: Hi!! Can i request one where you’re going to a wedding and shawn is your best friend so you bring him as your date and all your family members are thinking he’s your boyfriend and it makes you guys question your relationship thaaaanks   

Note: This one is a little longer, but I had fun writing this and hope you guys enjoy :)


You roll your  eyes for what feels like the hundred time in the past twenty minutes. You, your mother and your sister were gathered together at your dining table arranging centerpieces for the tables at your sister’s wedding. They constantly asked you if you were going to have a date to the wedding since you were the Maid of Honor and apparently that meant you had to have a date.

“Y/N, we just think it would be nice of you to bring someone, that’s all.” Your sister Emma simply shrugs, tying some twine around some flowers.

“Em, your wedding is tomorrow, who am I going to take?” You ask her, hostility evident in your voice.

“I don’t know, jeez, I’m just saying. You’ll probably be grateful that you brought one.” Emma says, her eyes widening at your tone.

“Y/N, please be nice to your sister. She’s simply trying to help you.” Your mother defended Emma, raising an eyebrow at you.

You scoff, not retaliating any comments to them and continued to tie flowers together. An hour passed and you had still not said anything, making your sister and mom uncomfortable. But, you didn’t care. Let them be uncomfortable.

Your phone buzzed, indicating you had an incoming text and you stop what you’re doing to look at it.

Shawnie boy:  hey, you up for a little study group at my house? we have that huge chem test on Monday and you’re a genius at chem, pls help? I want to pass lol

You  laugh at your best friend’s low confidence in himself and start to get up, telling him you’ll be there in ten minutes. 

It takes you a second to find your chem textbook, but when you do, you get everything ready to head over to Shawn’s.

“Where are you headed off to?” You mom asks, noticing that you’ve put your shoes and puffy jacket on, as well as gathered your schoolwork.

“Shawn’s,” you reply, grabbing your car keys. “He needs help with some chem homework.”

“Oh my god, Y/N!” Emma shouts, startling you. “You could take Shawn to the wedding with you! Why didn’t I think of that sooner?”

You shake your head, “I’ll be home before nine.”

“Wait, you won’t be coming home for dinner?” You mom asks you.

“Nope, the Mendes household is having tacos tonight, I think I’ll stay over there. See you guys later!” You say, not waiting for an answer as you shut the front door behind you and drive off in your car.

You arrive at the Mendes house in a little under fifteen minutes, making your way to the front door. You knock, knowing you can’t open it with all this work in your hands.

Manny opens the door, smiling as he sees you.

“Very nice to see you Y/N! Come on in, it’s cold out tonight.”

You thank him, entering the warm house.

“Shawn’s in his room and dinner will be ready in forty minutes if you’re staying.”

“Sounds perfect, thank you Manny!” You smile at Shawn’s father and make your way up to Shawn’s room. There, you can see him visibly struggling with whatever problem has been presented to him.

“Ah, thank god you’re here Y/N, I think I’m starting to get an aneurysm.” He ruffles his dark brown hair with his hands and you laugh.

“You can’t get an aneurysm from that, Shawn.”

You plop all of your stuff on Shawn’s bed and he then becomes extremely alarmed.

“Why’d you bring all this shit?” He asks, looking even more stressed out.

“To help you, Shawn, calm down, drama queen.”

You take a seat on his bed and let the studying begin. About ten minutes in to trying to match formulas to compounds, he practically begs you for a break.

Granted, you’re not a complete monster, so you allow him to have one, but he wants to talk about things you don’t.

“How’s the wedding going, Maid of Honor?” He smirks, knowing it’ll piss you off.

You groan, shoving your face into a pillow on his bed, not wanting to answer the question or talk about the god forsaken wedding.

“Oh come on, it can’t be that bad.” Shawn rolls over onto his stomach, looking at you seriously.

You sit up suddenly, because, yes, it is that bad.

“Shawn, Emma is one second away from turning into a freaking bridezilla.” You’re about ready to tell him all about how your mom and sister won’t stop asking you about a date, but you stop. Maybe, it’s not such a bad idea to ask Shawn. I mean, he is your best friend, right? The worst he could do is say no.

He laughs at your comment about your sister becoming a bridezilla, but looks a little confused when you seem like you want to say something but don’t.

“What, Y/N?” He smiles.

“Do you…uh,” you stop, not looking at him in the eye. Maybe this was a bad idea? Yeah, bad idea, forget about it.

“Do I what?” He pushes, making you rethink very quickly about your decision.

“Do you maybe want to be my date? I know it’s last minute and all so you don’t have to, it was just a question. You totally can turn it down if you want to, it was just a question so no hard feelin-”

“Y/N.” Shawn interrupts you. “I would love to be your date, jeez. You don’t have to blow chunks by asking me that.” He chuckles.

Your skin heats up as you’re slightly embarrassed, but he said yes.

“Good, so do you have a suit?” You ask him, knowing that the wedding is tomorrow.

“Do I have a suit? Seriously? You are talking to the king of suits.”

You laugh at how weird he’s being and smile, thankful for your best friend.


It was finally your sister’s wedding and let’s just say - she made this so much more difficult than it actually had to be. When you, Emma and your mom arrived at the venue, your sister almost started crying because they put up black balloons by the front doors instead of gray ones. You told her that they were just balloons and she responded with an icy glare, stating that they were “not. just. balloons.”  

However, things mellowed down as she began to get ready, knowing that after today, she’s not going to care what color the balloons were.

Emma had requested the help of a professional “beautification squad,” who were doing the bride’s, bridesmaids and your hair.

After they had gotten finished with your makeup, they did your hair, leaving it in a half up -half down curled bun. You actually thought you looked pretty damn good for having your makeup and hair done by your sister’s “beautification squad.”

The bridesmaid and Maid of Honor dresses were the same, except instead of your dress being a dusty grey, it was a pastel pink. You did think that your sister had very good taste in what she picked for everyone.

As everyone was almost done, you received a text from Shawn, letting you know that he was here.

You left the room where everyone was getting ready and noticed him standing by the foyer. And - holy crap, did he look good.

He was dressed in a full black suit, which in your opinion, was going to make him upstage the groom. His brown eyes glistened under the fairy lights that hang from the ceiling and as he caught sight of you, his jaw practically dropped.

For some reason, you felt extremely self conscious and nervous and you cared about his opinion on if you looked good or not.

Judging by the way he looked at you, you were either so hideous that he couldn’t look away, or you looked better than you thought you did.

The thing about you and Shawn’s friendship is that you never lied to each other, you could always count on him giving it straight to you.

You walked towards him and when you stopped, he finally spoke.

“God, Y/N, you look stunning.”

A huge smile erupted on your face as you hugged him.

“You clean up very well, yourself.” You tell him. “Come on,” you link arms with him. “The ceremony is about to start which means you’re sitting by yourself or next to my crazy family members.”

He just laughs, following your lead.

You weren’t going to lie, seeing your sister walk down the aisle and recite her vows and then well - get married, made you tear up. She is your sister after all, you two grew up together and are the best friends that you wish every sibling had.

The reception started slowly after, Shawn never leaving your side and thankfully, had his seat next to you as well.

“It was a beautiful ceremony.” Shawn commented, taking a sip of the sparkling cider in his crystal glass.

“It was.” You smile, doing the same as you two ate the food provided.

“Do you know where the bathroom is? A guy can only take so much cider.” You laugh, pointing him in the direction of the restrooms before he places a hand on your shoulder and gets up, leaving the room.

“Y/N!” You hear from across the room and you look up, noticing your some of your aunts and cousins, headed your way.

You stood, excited to talk to them after not being able to see them in so long.

“So, uh, who’s the boy?” Your aunt asks you, wiggling her eyebrows. “He’s cute.”

You just smirk, silently agreeing that he was.

“What’s your boyfriend’s name?” One of your cousins ask and you have a weird sensation in your gut, almost as if you weren’t supposed to tell them that he wasn’t your boyfriend.

“Shawn.” You respond, receiving ‘ooh’s’ from your family.

“You two are so cute together, I mean the way he looks at you makes me want to die!”

You’re slightly confused, not knowing what way Shawn looks at you like, but ignore it.

“You two do make a very good couple. Perhaps the next Y/L/N wedding?”

You almost choke on air.

“No, no. Shawn and I aren’t actually-”

“Hello, ladies.”

You look up, seeing Shawn enter the circle your cousins and aunts have made by you and you see some cousins look him up and down, smiling to themselves.

“Shawn right? We were just telling your girlfriend how cute you are together! And why we didn’t hear about you two sooner is honestly a shame. A great shame!”

Shawn scrunches his eyebrows together in a confused manner and looks at you while somehow, your family members disappear around you. 

It was awkward for a second between you two and you knew you had to clear it up.

“I tried to tell them that we weren’t together-” you rushed out, not wanting Shawn to think you were telling people that you two were together.

“Maybe we should be.”

To that, you were surprised and didn’t know what to say. Was he being serious? Your skin suddenly felt as if it were on fire and you’d be lying if you said the thought hadn’t crossed your mind a couple times. But then Lauren came along and you thought you had lost all chances with him.

“What- what do you mean?” You stutter.

“I mean,” Shawn sighed, taking your hands in his before continuing his sentence. “Maybe we should be. Together, I mean. I thought I was making it obvious that I like you?”

Oh god, he likes you and you feel as if you were dreaming.

“You could’ve made it a little more obvious.” You chuckle, trying to act as if your thoughts weren’t all jumbled up in your head.

“Well,” he paused. “Then let me make it more obvious. Y/N Y/L/N, I like you and would love if you went out on a date with me.” He smiled cutely, not showing his teeth and you could tell that he was trying to keep it together.

“I would also love that.” You smiled as he embraced you.

You sister had been right all along, you were thankful you had brought a date tonight.          

Motivation (AJ Styles x Reader)

Context: Reader is married to AJ Styles, and they fight really badly, and then… Make up sex (rough sex).

**A/N: ** Requested by a lovely anon. First smut fic ever written. Main song playing in the background is “Motivation” by Kelly Rowland because it gets the juices flowing. Feedback is welcomed just in case I decide to write another one. Feel free to @ me all day, week, year, and century. Hopefully this one is rough enough.


Originally posted by p1styles

**Tags: ** @nickysmum1909 ; @the-geekgoddes ; @llowkeys ; @skrillexslays13 ; @livingthestrongstyle 

“Oh lover, don’t you dare slow down

Go longer, you can last more rounds

Push harder, you’re almost there now

So go lover, make mama proud….”

       Ever since AJ had come home the week earlier, the house had been a mess. Dishes in the sink, clothing on the floor: the list went on. I walked into our home, eleven o’clock in the dead of the night with AJ laying comfortably on the living room sofa fast asleep and snoring; the house was decorated in the exact same unkempt manner it has always been with him there.

      Making my way past the plates stacked on the coffee table, I shoved AJ out the chair and onto the cold hardwood floor beneath him.

       “What the actual fuck?” He yelled, pushing his brown hair out of his eyes; a definite sign of anger and frustration. AJ turned to face me, fuming shades of every red you can possibly imagine, and rose from the floor. “What’s your problem, huh?”

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Thomas Jefferson x Reader 

(Jealousy Pt. 2)

Note: You asked for it, and I have now delivered. Enjoy! Also this picks up right where Part one left off (part one is linked above for those of you who haven’t read it) I was gonna make y’all wait for it a little longer but I couldn’t be bothered waiting. Here you go! 

Requests: @macayla0616 can u plz do a part two to Jealousy? if it’s a convenient time for u

@fandoms-arelove-fandoms-arelife Can you please do a part two of jeolousy?Anon- Jealousy part two??!?

Anon- Oh man I hope there will be a part 2 of jealousy I would hate to see that end with such an argument and no resolution ;v; 💖

Anon- Jealously sequel????

Anon- Please tell me jealousy part 2 is coming and coming soon!! 😍

Word Count: 711

Originally posted by sonofhistory

After storming out of your shared apartment Thomas walks for what feels like hours, not paying attention to where he’s going, determined to let the cool evening air calm him down. 

Eventually he finds himself outside of Madison’s apartment. A part of him want’s to turn around and leave, to just keep walking until he feels better. But the other part of him knows that if there’s anyone who can talk some sense into him and calm him down, it’s James.

With a sigh Thomas knocks once, twice and three times. 

“James I know you’re sick and you said you don’t want any company but I need to talk” Thomas calls out, resting his forehead gently on the door. 

Now that he’s here and finally speaking with someone he no longer feels the anger that was burning in him when he stormed out, he’s just exhausted. 

It takes a few minutes but eventually James opens the door, tissues clutched in his hand and a blanket pulled tight around his shoulders and an eyebrow raised.

“What do you want? My illness? Because that’s what you’ll get if you come in” he asks. 

“I don’t care okay, just let me in” Thomas grumbles, pushing past his sick friend and barging into the apartment. 

James sighs, he knows he can’t get rid of Thomas when he’s like this, closing the door before making his way back to the nest he’s made for himself on the couch. 

“So what is it that’s so urgent you felt the need to barge in?” James asks, watching as Thomas paces the room. 

“I think Y/N is cheating on me. With Hamilton” That was not what James was expecting to come out of his mouth and he frowns.

“Why would you think that?” 

“She’s always talking about him or talking to him! It’s always ‘oh Thomas guess what Alex did today’ or ‘oh Thomas Alex is so great’. Give me a fucking break” Thomas rants as he continues his pacing through the room. 

James blows his nose and leans back against the couch “You’re such an idiot Thomas” He mutters exasperatedly, looking up at the ceiling. 

“What? How and I an idiot?” 

“Y/N is not cheating on you. She loves you, a lot. She’s always talking about Hamilton because he’s her friend and she wants the two of you to at least be able to be in the same room together without fighting” James explains, still staring at the ceiling. 

Thomas stops in his tracks and narrows his eyes at his friend on the couch. 

“How would you know that?” He demands, James turns his head slightly to glare at him. 

“Because I’m your best friend and Y/N has talked to me about you before. She wouldn’t cheat on you. And she’s not interested in Hamilton like that”

Thomas sighs as he takes a seat on the arm of the couch. 

“You think I should have heard her out?” he asks, looking down at the floor. 

“Yes I do. Go home and talk to her. Calmly” James tells him. Thomas nods and heads for the door. 

“Thanks James” he says with a small smile. “And get better soon” he adds which earns him a smile and a roll of the eyes from James.

“Just don’t get all hot headed and jump down her throat. Let her talk before you start” Thomas gives him a small salute before slipping out the door, closing it behind him.

As Thomas gets back to the apartment, he notices how much calmer he feels after his conversation with James. 

Just go in there, tell her you were an ass and listen to her explain. It’s fine, it was all just a misunderstanding. James said not to get hot headed, I’m not going to get hot headed.

He takes deep breaths as he unlocks the door and steps through. “Babe I’m back” he calls out, dropping his keys onto the bowl by the door. “I’m sorry I stormed out, but I’m ready to talk now. Calmly” he explains as he makes his way into the living room. 

What he finds there is enough to make all of James’s warnings about staying calm go flying out the window.

“Oh you have got to be fucking kidding me” Thomas says, the anger flooding back into his body. 

There you are sitting in the same spot as you were before, your eyes now red from tears, with Hamilton’s arms wrapped around you. 

“Thomas?” you ask, your eyes wide with shock as you look up at him. “No, no Thomas this isn’t what it looks like” you say quickly, in the hope that he won’t get too mad before you can explain. 

“It looks like you’re getting cozy with him, you’re telling me that’s not what this is?” Thomas asks through gritted teeth. By his sides his fists are clenched and he’s desperately trying not to explode. 

Hamilton quickly slides out from behind you and stands up, closing the distance between him and Thomas. 

“Listen to her Jefferson, this isn’t what it looks like I swear” Hamilton says, holding his hands out in front of him in an attempt to calm Thomas down. 

“Oh sure it’s not what it looks like” Thomas chuckles, he doesn’t stop to think before slamming his fist into Hamilton’s jaw. 

“Thomas!” You exclaim as Hamilton stumbles, falling back into the couch. 

Thomas stares down at his fist in shock as you rush to Hamilton’s side, checking the damage done by him. 

So much for not getting hot headed.

Imagine Chris talking about you with his fans.

A/N: You know what happens when you can’t sleep? You dazedly finish requests. Oh God, this is my fourth fic of the day and I no longer know if I’m making any sense. This one was requested by @ateliefloresdaprimavera, I went off script a little but I hope you enjoy it anyway. X

You stood side stage with Chris’ bodyguard as you listened to him talk to his fans about his movie, ‘Before We Go’ in which he starred and directed. You were so insanely proud of him and all the amazing things he’d achieved over the years, a large one being his contract with MCU. He’d gone through his fair share of lousy and degrading roles- as did most actors and actresses, so you were happy that he was finally where he wanted to be and getting recognition for his incredible talent. You were a fan before you became his girlfriend, and as far as you were concerned, you were going to be a fan even if things didn’t end up the way you wanted it to.

Though that wasn’t going to be a problem. The two of you had been together for years now, with marriage definitely somewhere in the picture. Your parents loved him as much as his parents loved you. Your relationship with his siblings, nephews, and nieces, and his relationship with yours couldn’t be better. You got along with his friends and he got along with yours. You had even won the hearts of his fans who were protective- to say the least- of their Captain; they realized that he was the happiest around you and they couldn’t let their jealousy get in the way of his happiness. It didn’t take long for them to love you as much as Chris did because unlike the rest of the actresses he had been with, you were just like the rest of them; an ordinary, everyday girl.

You’d met Chris in the most unconventional way. It was coincidental and purely out of good luck that you crossed paths with him. In fact, meeting him made you believe in a universal power because you would’ve never met him if that invisible, omnipotent force didn’t pull him into your path. Even the word ‘never’ was an understatement 'cause you weren’t famous, nor were you important. You were just an ordinary girl who worked in a bakery that just so happened to have dropped her phone while rushing past Chris Evans. He did the honorable thing and tried to return the phone, unaware that he would soon meet the love of his life.

“We’ve got time for one last question.”

You heard the interviewer tell the crowd and a collective “booooo!” washed over the hall. Chris chuckled but remained indifferent as he wanted to end the interview so he could rejoin your side and take you to dinner. You’d spent all day following him around and patiently waiting while he signed pictures and took selfies with his fans, you needed a break from the famous people scene.

“Let’s see,” Chris scanned the crowd. “You, with all the hand gestures. Hi,” he smiled brightly. “Yeah, you did good. I would’ve never picked you if you didn’t do all that,” he chuckled. “What’s your question?”

“Hi,” the girl- who sounded no more than fifteen spoke shyly. “Um- You did a wonderful job with the movie and I am a huge fan of Captain America. I think you are incredibly talented and we are lucky to have you in our lives and on our movie screens.”

“Why, thank you.” Chris smiled.

“But I don’t really have a question, I just wanted to tell you that I speak for most of your fan base when I say we are very happy you found someone like Y/N to make you happy.” The young girl told Chris and you saw his smile ten-fold upon hearing your name. “We think she’s lovely and we hope the two of you get married and have adorable baby Avengers.”

“Aw, thank you,” Chris chuckled. “I am very happy with Y/N, I think she’s wonderful and I hope we get married and have adorable baby Avengers too.” He glanced at you and you chuckled, shaking your head. “Since we’re talking about it, I’d like to thank all of you for being so incredibly supportive of our relationship because it definitely makes things easier for us.”

The crowd cheered and clapped.

“Is Y/N here with you?” The young girl asked.

Chris grinned, “yeah. C'mon,” he held out his hand and gestured you towards him with a wiggle of his fingers. “Yes,” he nodded when you shook your head. “C'mon, baby.” You heard the excitement in the crowd increase and you sighed, knowing you had no choice. “Give her a hand.” He smiled when you walked out of the side stage towards him.

“I hate you,” you whispered into his ear when he wrapped an arm around you.

“I love you too,” he chuckled softly then held the microphone in front of your mouth.

“Hi everyone,” you waved and the crowd cheered. “Thank you for being so welcoming. Chris always says he has the most supportive fans and I definitely see that now. Well- I see it on Tumblr and Twitter and Instagram quite often but- it’s nice to actually feel the support in person.”

“I love you, Y/N!” You heard someone yell.

“That’s my job,” Chris joked and laughter erupted.

“Thank you for making him happy, Y/N.” The same young girl who had spoken about you moments before said. You looked up and spotted her, you smiled and nodded. “You’re amazing and we all love you so much.”

“Thank you,” you smiled. “I love you guys too.”

“Alright, that’s us.” The interviewer said and the crowd clapped as you and Chris walked off the stage, waving. “Thank you all for coming out. Let’s give a round of applause for Chris Evans and be sure to see his movie, Before We Go!” The applause got louder and could be heard even after you disappeared around the stage corner.

“They love you,” Chris kissed the side of your head. “Almost as much as I do,” he said and smiled when you kissed his cheek. “What do you think?” He raised an eyebrow at you. “You think you’re ready for all that stuff that girl was talking about?”

“I’m ready whenever you are, Captain.” You told him, smiling.

Noah Foster x Reader: Mix of Scared and Intrigued (Soulmate AU)

Originally posted by la-piba-de-la-esquina

Request:  soul mate au with noah pls

A/N: Sorry about being so inactive for so long! I’m in a lot of Honors/AP classes this year, and I have some stuff going on after school that makes me really busy. I’m going to try to update this blog as much as I can. I’ll probably make a longer post explaining everything later

Cue awkward reader/Noah soulmates!

Reader is gender neutral (I don’t even think I used pronouns for the reader in this one tbh. Tell me if I did)

(I also might write a part 2 for this…)

Soulmate AU: The first words you hear your soulmate is “tattooed” on you when you turn 15

Every little kid has something about growing up that they end up fixated on. For some it’s a hobby or career, going to parties, drinking, whatever little kids can come up with. You ended up fixated on one thing and had been since you found out about it. 

You sat at the kitchen table, staring at your babysitter as she cleaned the kitchen. “What are you staring at?” 

“Your soulmate mark,” you answered shyly. 

She glanced down at the mark. “It just appeared actually,” she said with a goofy smile on her face. “I can’t wait to meet them,” 

“I want my soulmate mark to appear,” you pouted 

She chuckled and bent down, resting her elbows on the table. “You’ll get your soulmate mark soon. And guess what?” she whispered, getting your attention, “As soon as you get it, you’ll want to meet your soulmate immediately,” 

You smiled back at her before the front door opened and your name was called. Your babysitter stood up, smiling at you as she began to grab her stuff, her job for the night starting to end. 

Your leg bounced up and down as you stared at the alarm clock next to your bed. 

11:58 pm 

It was just a few more minutes until midnight. Just a few more minutes until your soulmate mark appeared. You were told to go to sleep early, that it would be better to be asleep and wake up to the mark. 

But you couldn’t imagine waiting longer for it. 

Some people said that it hurt when your soulmate mark appeared. Others said it was like a peace washing over you. One girl in your class said that she didn’t feel it at all. 

You chewed on your bottom lip as the alarm clock switched to 11:59. What would be painted on you? Would it be thoughtful, funny, weird, something completely mundane? This would be your first look into your soulmate’s personality…. 

Your thoughts were cut off by a warm feeling appearing on your calf. Before you could figure out what it felt like, the feeling was gone. 

You sat on your bed and pulled your leg up, reading the words quickly. 

If we’re being honest, I’d rather talk about serial killers. 

You furrowed your eyebrows as you read them over and over again before covering your mouth as you began to laugh. You weren’t sure if you were laughing because you found it funny, or if had just been so nervous about your mark appearing that there wasn’t any other way for you to react. 

All you knew was that you wanted to hear the rest of the conversation with them right away…. 

Noah’s eyes widened as he watched the fifth horror movie playing on the TV, stuffing popcorn into his mouth, completely entranced. He reached for his drink before he winced at a burning sensation on his arm. 

He quickly pulled his sleeve back, confused as to what was happening before he was met with words etched into his skin. 

Just debating if I should be scared of this conversation, or really interested

He stared at them for a few moments; the fact that his soulmate mark appeared not clicking in his head. After being silent, he smiled at the mark, not even caring about the fact that he was up way later than his parents told him to be and that he would be in trouble. 

All he could imagine what could possibly be happening by the time he met his soulmate. 

You rolled your eyes to yourself as you looked around Brooke’s party. You felt nervous at the party for some reason, but you didn’t know why. You rolled your eyes and sighed, telling yourself to calm down, before going to the kitchen to get something to drink.  

You grabbed something from the fridge and leaned against the counter. You were debating whether or not you should leave the party already. You chewed on your bottom lip before a guy you had never talked to before walked into the kitchen and grabbed a beer. You glanced at him, the scent of beer drifting across the kitchen as he walked in. 

Your face scrunched up, and you took a deep breath. “Hey….” the guy slightly slurred his words and gave you his attempt at a flirty smile, “Y/N right?” 

You nodded curtly at him. “I’m Tyler,” he tried to wink at you, which came out as him just slowly and dramatically blinking. 

 “I should really be going actually,” you rushed, “See you later Taylor-”


“Sorry,” you deadpanned as you quickly walked out of the kitchen, looking for Brooke or Emma. 

“Hey! Wait… Y/N!” he called out after you. 

You searched desperately for someone that you knew, hoping that maybe it would make him ignore you. You were about to give up and just pour beer on him or something to make him leave you alone before you saw Riley and Emma talking to a boy that you didn’t recognize. 

You hurried over to them, smiling at Emma as you stood next to her. You were about to explain what happened when you heard something that made you freeze 

If we’re being honest… I’d rather be talking about serial killers or horror movie theories than complaining about how much homework Ms. Liz gives us,” 

Your eyes immediately shot to the boy talking. He had caramel hair and was smirking at a girl with short hair. Your breath hitched when he looked over at you, making you look away from him immediately. 

“You okay Y/N?” Riley asked, gently holding your arm. 

You nodded quickly; you still didn’t know if he was your soulmate. 

Even though that’s a really weird for people to say…. 

“Yeah I’m fine,” you lied, “Just debating if I should be scared of this conversation, or really interested” 

You glanced over at the boy, noticing that his eyes were suddenly wide, and he was staring at you intently. The girl next to him nudged his arm, and he looked away from you. 

Emma chuckled at your response, not noticing how you and the boy were tense. The girl standing next to him smirked. “You get used to those kind of conversations the longer you spend time with Noah,” she joked. 


You forced yourself to laugh along with them before you looked up. “I’m Y/N,” you said, “I don’t think I’ve met you guys yet,” 

“I’m Audrey,” the girl said. 

“Noah,” he answered enthusiastically, getting weird looks from the people around him, “… Audrey already told you that,” 

That’s how you spent the rest of your time at the party, awkwardly dancing around the topic of conversation you desperately wanted to say. 

I know you’re supposed to realize it immediately, and that this is a really weird question… But am I your soulmate?

Slowly the party began to die down, and the group of friends had started to leave, the only people around being you, Noah, and Audrey with Brooke going around the house to look for Jake. 

Brooke walked into the living room you were talking in and stopped in front of Audrey. “Can you help me find Jake?” she asked. 

Audrey sighed before sitting up. “I’ll go check the pool area,” Audrey said. 

Brooke smiled at the girl before going back upstairs to look for him. 

You and Noah sat silent next to each other as Audrey left. You bit your bottom lip, trying to come up with something to say before Noah beat you to it. 

“Would you mind if I ask you a… kinda rude question?” Noah asked. You raised your eyebrows before nodding. Noah sighed and furrowed his eyebrows for a moment. “What does your soulmate mark say?” he asked. 

Your eyes widened a bit, thinking back to how you were all taught that you never asked someone what their soulmate mark was, the reasons going from someone trying to make you think that they were your soulmate to the idea that your soulmate mark should be precious and only between you two. 

You bit your lip and let out a shaky breath. “You first,” 

Noah laughed quietly and rubbed the back of his neck. “ Just debating if I should be scared of this conversation, or really interested,” he muttered 

Your eyes widened, and a silence fell over the two of you. 

 “If we’re being honest… I’d rather be talking about serial killers,” you whispered. 

You felt his gaze on you, making you shyly look back at him with a hesitant smile. You had been waiting almost your entire life to meet your soulmate, and if you were being honest… you had no idea what you’d feel like if it turned out it was a false alarm. Your nerves were gnawing away at the happiness you should feel at the momen-

“Hey soulmate,” he smiled at you. 

You laughed the same way you had the day your mark appeared. “Hey,” you said in between laughs, “Nice to finally meet you,” 

A peaceful silence fell over the two of you, smiles spread across both of your faces. “So….” he said, making you look up, “Would you happen to be free this Saturday soulmate?” 

“I happen to be,” you smiled. 

“What a coincidence, so am I,” he joked around, trying to act as if he wasn’t nervous, “I think it would be great to go on a date that day,” 

“Please,” you playfully rolled your eyes and said dramatically, “It was meant to be,” 

Noah laughed as soon as the words escaped. “I guess I’ll see you Saturday,” 

You smiled at him and nodded quickly. The idea of meeting your soulmate was supposed to make you feel like the happiest person alive. You had been imagining thousands of different ways of how you would meet your soulmate ever since you found out that you had one.

You weren’t disappointed. 

Thinking bout you (Peter Parker x Reader)

Request: Can you do a imagine based on the song “thinking bout you” by Ariana grande please 😊💗💗 by @xxoxoamberr

A/N: Really enjoyed writing this one -it’s a little bit short, but I didn’t know how to make it longer, so I hope you don’t mind x

You lied on your couch, the TV on but your eyes not focused on what was on the screen. You could only think about him.
It had been weeks since you had seen him. Somehow, Tony Stark had convinced his aunt that he would be taking him on a study trip that lasted a month, and she had told the school. You were the only one who knew what was actually happening -he was in Europe looking for the rest of the Avengers, and he couldn’t communicate with you, so you didn’t know if he was safe. You didn’t know if he was alive.
You could only think about him.
The way his lips always touched your forehead when you were stressed, the way he would always run his fingers through your hair when you were nervous. You could only think about the way he would run his hands down the sides of your body, making sure to caress your curves. You could only think about the way he would start to undress you, his eyes always meeting yours, a soft smile on his lips as the clothes disappeared. He would always get nervous as you started to take off his clothes -as if he thought he wasn’t good enough.
You missed him. You missed his hands, his hair, his soft brown eyes. You missed everything that came with him -you only had the memories.
You missed the way he made your back arch, the way he made you feel a way nobody had ever made you feel before.
You shed a tear that was falling down your cheek when you heard the door open softly.
‘’[Y/N]?’’ his voice asked.


Let’s Christmas! 🎄☃️

Inspired by @book-boys-are-my-guilty-pleasure:

23.“You can’t spend Christmas alone!”

“I have no one to spend it with.”

“You have me.”

Request from @daughterofautumn.

Words: 1266
Warnings: none

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  • Angst/Romance
  • Request: Can you do something with TOP or GD finding out their friend/crush is in an abusive relationship (seeing marks on her & she flinches from touch) they help her leave & start over? You can make as angsty as you like, but can it have a fluffy ending?

Warnings: abuse
AN: So, because I’m just trying out writing again, I’m going to split scenarios into parts (short stories, if you will) just to get back into the swing of things. This part is honestly more of a prologue… The next one will be longer if all goes to plan. It contains abuse, so be warned and be careful. I don’t intend to condone nor glamorise domestic abuse.

No one was supposed to see the marks your abusive ‘lover’ left on your body.

At first, they were supposed to be hidden – in fact, everything was always supposed to be hidden.

But Seunghyun was smart, always one step ahead, always studying you even though you didn’t realise it.

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Normal Life

Originally posted by couplenotes

Request: Can I get a request where Dean and the reader get sent to an alternate world where they are married with maybe some smut? 

A/N: Hey guys! So I’m super excited to have gotten a request and to be able to make something so far, I got so excited that this one is a bit longer that my normal stuff! 

Warnings: Language, a bit of angst?, fluff. (I’m still trying to get better at smut tbh.)

Words: 2,134 (Holy cow)

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1.7K celebration

So I’m kinda swamped with stuff but ily guys so I’m gonna do some fun stuff to celebrate that I JUST GOT TO 1.7K FOLLOWERS!! tysm!!💕💕 YOU GUYS ARE AWESOME AND I LOVE AND APPRECIATE EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU!! I’ll just never understand how I got so many followers I mean ???

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Jin/Kim Seokjin: 

He would find it cute, but probably wouldn’t do much. There was a reason why you stayed secret about your relationship. Even if people would support it, he’d probably want it to stay secret at least for a little longer. He might get a bit careless though, like forget to make sure no one will recognize him on his dates with you.

Originally posted by jjilljj

Suga/Min Yoongi: 

Either this would push him to reveal your relationship, or it wouldn’t change a thing. Like, I can definitely see him keeping his relationship secret if he’s unsure about the response, or if he’s in a relationship with someone who isn’t an idol. But now he knows that the public would be okay with it, and you’re an idol, so he could go either way. He’d probably let you decide tbh.

Originally posted by jminies

J-Hope/Jung Hoseok: 

He’d be quite excited tbh because he would have wanted to be official with your relationship, just so the two of you wouldn’t have to bother with sneaking around. Like, he’d want to keep your relationship private, but he wouldn’t really mind if people saw the two of you on a date and so on. I’m pretty sure he’d persuade you to go official with it if your company would let you.

Originally posted by eyesmiletrash

Rap Monster/Kim Namjoon: 

He’d probably want you to stay secret about it, just to avoid people being in your face about it all the time. Rather, he’d see it as a kind of reassurance that if you and him suddenly have had enough of it, then you can just reveal it right away. But, like Jin, he might be a bit reckless about it now.

Originally posted by wintaeangel

Jimin/Park Jimin: 

He will definitely find it cute. Like, they’ve even given you a ship name! But he would let you decide if you should go public or not. Like, he’s fine with whatever, and he doesn’t have a dating ban, so it’s up to you if you want to and can.

Originally posted by 9taefox

V/Kim Taehyung: 

Excited baby. In my opinion, he’s the member that’s the most likely to want to tell the fans when he’s in a relationship. So, to him, this would just mean that you’re good to go and announce it right away. But, if you didn’t want to or your company wouldn’t let you, then he would just continue like he did before.

Originally posted by bangtangirl-cutennes-v

Jungkook/Jeon Jeongguk: 

He would pretend he didn’t find it as cute as he actually did, and act quite neutral about it. You’d get to decide wether you go public or not, but if you do stay secret, he might struggle to hide it if he’s asked about it on a show and such.

Originally posted by kpoptrashandproud

A question to my followers.

So I’ve been getting alot of requests lately. And with my new job I haven’t had time to do them. But then I was thinking.

If I asked people pay me to do them would that motivate me to so them more.

More off… if I started to do payed voice comissions… would people pay for it?

I’m still working out the idea of prices.
Thinking 5 bucks for a one minute or less comissions 10 buck for longer. This way I could do more of the personal ones cause some of them I can make general but some are just very personal. They could even have the option of receiving the audio privately.

I mean I think I’m worth spending money on.

If I asked for it? Would you do it? Cause I still wanna voice act. But I can’t live off good feelings and free stuff. If I could make an honest living off voice comissions that would be a dream come true.

So…. would you pay for personal voice comissions. Or voice comissions in general?