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The Barman

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Summary: Stiles got a new job as a barman to work his way through college. (Y/N) has just turned 21; as soon as her eyes landed on Stiles, she became fascinated by him.

Word Count: 1.4k

Prompt: -

A/N: Requests are open!

Originally posted by hothothotgg

There were two dresses to choose from; where you going to go with the sexy black dress or the red dress that made you look ten years older? “(Y/N), I think the black one.” Your best friend, Isadora, muttered before going back to curling her hair. You had your hair curled, and make up done to perfection – you loved doing make up and now that you were twenty-one, you were excited to go out to the bar on the college campus.

“The black one it is,” You mused, slipping out of your nightie and squeezing into the dress. “Damn, girl. I’m going to have to beat the lads off you tonight.” You giggled slightly, blushing as she complimented you; you couldn’t deny it but you did look great – the dress made all your assets stick out perfectly.

Isadora was a natural beauty, she had the perfect blonde hair that always had volume, straight pearl white teeth and a tan. She still did her make-up and she looked more stunning than ever. “Says the one,” You replied, teasing her as she shimmied into a gold jumpsuit pairing it with a pair of black heels. You had red heels on that matched your lipstick, “Let’s get going,” You cheered making your way to the taxi; not before double checking your appearance.

“I’ll go and get drinks,” You shouted over the loud music inside the bar, which was more of a night club. Izzie nodded, before you separated – her going to get a booth. You leaned over the bar, trying to get the barman’s attention who was an extremely handsome looking man. Tall; check. Brown eyes; check. Brown hair; check. You looked at him with admiration and you knew if he was on the other side of the bar, you’d start chatting him up. “How can I help you?” A massive grin covered your face as his eyes met yours, “Two vodkas, one red bull and one sprite.” The order fell off your tongue with ease; you and Izzie have been best friends since high school and it was always the same alcohol that you drank together. “Coming right up,” He winked, causing your heart to melt.

As he walked away, you tried to fixed your dress and made sure that your twins were the perfect shape. You looked down the long bar to see that all the females were doing the same, their eyes following ever move that this man made – some even had, what you assumed, were their boyfriends with them. “Here you go, love.” He smiled, placing the drinks in front of you. You shoved the twenty dollars note in his direction but he declined, “On the house.” You blushed and muttered a thank you before grabbing the drinks and finding Isadora who was in the company of two men.

“(Y/N),” She squealed grabbing her vodka and sprite, “This is Cameron and Jason – they’re both studying medicine.” You raised your eyebrow impressed by their studies but not by their looks. Cameron was bleached blonde, obviously dyed with a horrific tan line. Jason was on the prettier side reaching about 6’4, muscular and bright blue eyes. “Nice to meet you,” You shouted over the music, taking a sip of the drink through the straw.

Jason was chatting in your ear about the college and the party life but you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the stranger behind the bar. “Do you know him?” You suddenly cut Jason off before nodding over to the barman. He laughed and nodded, “Stiles Stilinski, he’s been working here for a few months now.” Stiles… You couldn’t help but fascinate over the name, it was odd but it suited him. “Do you want a drink?” You asked Izzie who had a full glass sitting in front of her, she shot you a weird look before turning her attention back to Cameron. Your shoulders shrunk as you downed the rest of your drink – it was your fourth one. This will be your fifth time going back up to the bar, you were too tipsy to even be embarrassed. “I’ll be back,” You muttered to no one in particular.

You took a seat on a vacant stool, waiting to get Stiles attention. There were two other barmaids working but you chose the seat closer to where he was cleaning down the counter. It was getting late, probably around one am. The bar was slowly emptying so there wasn’t much of a line. “What can I get you?” He asked, before looking up and pausing. “Vodka and red bull?” He asked chuckling slightly, your cheeks reddened as you nodded, “Please.” You shouted after him, as he went to the fridge to get a can of red bull. He placed the drink in front of you, taking the note you handed him and putting it in the till. You didn’t want to move from your spot, you looked back at your friend to see her enjoying the company of Cameron - Jason nowhere to be seen.

“Stiles,” The brown eyed beauty yelled over the music, his hand coming towards you and you shook it without hesitation, “(Y/N).” He nodded, a smile on his face. “I haven’t seen you here before.”

“I just turned twenty-one.” You grinned with excitement, your leg bouncing on the foot rest. You didn’t want to say anything stupid, so you were beyond nervous. “Can I get a beer?” A deep voice yelled from beside you, Stiles nodded before smiling at you apologetically and getting back to work. You sighed as you stood up from the stool and began your way back to Izzie.

A song by Drake came on causing you to squeal and pull your best friend to the dance floor – Cameron and Jason following. Jason placed his hands on your hip as you grinded against him, not caring that you barely knew him. You sang the lyrics at the top of your vocals, raising your hands in the air. Peeking at the bar, you spotted Stiles looking in your direction – his elbows resting on the counter top. You smiled at him before tearing yourself away from Jason’s hold, walking towards the bar.

“Fancy seeing you here,” You teased, sitting on the stool in front of Stiles. “You’ve had about eight vodkas (Y/N), how are you not vomiting?” He laughed, wiping down the counter one last time before peeling off his apron. You blushed and looked away embarrassed, not wanting to admit that you’ve only drank three of the vodkas that you purchased from him – the rest laying untouched on the table.

“I’m a heavy weight,” You laughed, “Are you finished?” He nodded and waved goodbye to the girls who were continuing their shift. “Do you want a lift home?” You looked at him with wide eyes, “I’m not a serial killer,” He found it ironic since he was doing criminal justice. You glanced back at Izzie, who was making out with Cameron on the dance floor before nodding. “Please.”

You texted Isadora quickly, knowing that she would be safe and she hasn’t drunk as much tonight before following Stiles out the backdoor. “Have a good night?” He asked, you shrugged, “The best part was meeting you.” You flirted, cringing as soon as the words left your mouth. “I did notice that you were awfully fond of me.” He chuckled, you liked how he had a sense of confidence about himself but it wasn’t too overloaded like Jason. “Well, you are gorgeous.” You mused, leaning against his car door.

His eyebrows raised as he stood in front of you, one hand resting beside your head. He was taller than you but not too tall and he had blatantly obvious muscles that girls must fawn over. “Tell me, (Y/N), how many drinks did you actually have tonight?” He bit his lip, looking down at your red stained ones before meeting your eyes. “Three,” You replied honestly and he laughed, the sound was like music to your ears. “Cute,” He mumbled, leaning closer to you.

Your heart rate picked up and your eyes fluttered closed just as his lips met yours. The kiss was soft at first, him pulling away after one second but you pulled him closer by wrapping your arms around his neck. He licked your bottom lip, begging for an entrance which you granted. You’ve been waiting all night to feel this sensation, and you never wanted it to stop. You pulled him down closer, causing him to let out a moan of pleasure.

He moved his hand down the fabric of your dress, before reaching the hem of the skirt just below your arse. He squeezed the cheeks before resting them on the back of your thigh, lifting you up with ease. Wrapping your legs around his waist, he walked over to the bonnet of the car, resting out on top of it. He kissed down your neck, you let your head fall back giving him more access.

The back door of the bar opened, a young man coming out with garbage bags which causing Stiles to pull away from you. “Should we take this somewhere?” You asked, sitting up on the bonnet, still close to his body. He nodded and helped you down, opening the passenger side door for you. “Thank you.”

You gave him directions to your shared apartment which was only a five-minute drive away. The drive was quiet with a slightly awkward aura floating around in the car. He pulled up outside the building before turning to face you, “I don’t think I should come in.” He muttered, not looking you in the eye. Your shoulders faltered and a frown covered your face. “I’m not that type of guy,” He continued, you nodded understanding where he was coming from. “How about I give you my number? I’d love to meet up for a coffee or a drink.” You said to him, grabbing a pen from the glove box and asking for his hand, where you wrote digits down. “Definitely.” He mumbled, trying to keep calm. Y

ou leaned in and pecked him on the lips, “Goodnight Stiles,” You left his car and began walking up to the front of the building.Turning to face him, you let out a laugh as you saw he fist bumped the air. His eyes widened when he seen that you saw that and he gave an embarrassed wave in which you replied with blowing a kiss in his direction.

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Tron (1982)

Originally posted by harleyquinnandpuddin

Requested by @widowbitessting

Request: Hi :) never done one of these before but could you possibly do another Joker x Harley x Reader again? Where they’re their child? Erm, the child got taken away so they haven’t seen her in years and how they find her randomly is totally up to you :)

Warning: Just a long Imagine.

A/N: I kind of turned it so the Reader finds her parents because I couldn’t get this outta my head. 


Nervously you looked out of the car window of the taxi. The club seemed pretty crowed, people were still waiting in line to get in. 

“You sure, kid, you wanna be here?” The middle aged taxi driver, a dark skinned woman with a worried expression asked you. “That’s not a good place.”  

“Uhm, yeah.” You murmured more to yourself and gave her a small smile. “How much?” 

“$23.54.”

You gave the taxi driver the money and stepped out of the car, slamming the door shut. With a wave you turned around and walked up to the end of the line. You were too much of a chicken to ask the security to let you in.

“Your I.D.” The security man asked you when it was your turn. 

“Here.” You bit your lip when the bulky man scanned your I.D and then you, to confirm your identity. You were scared, the I.D was fake - your birth date changed to make you older. With a nod he gave you your I.D back and you made your way into the club, releasing a relieved breath.

The music was loud and boomed, flashy and drunk people were dancing and drinking while laughing over the music. Not a place you wanted to be, so you choose to question the bartender.

“Excuse me, I’m looking for a Harley Quinn and… the Joker?” You could have bitten your ass, you did sound so unsure and angsty. Like a little kid. But what could you have expected from yourself? Your parents had weird names and the pictures on the internet were pretty peculiar, let alone the frightening reputation they had. 

The bartender raised his pierced eyebrow perfectly. “What’cha want?” 

For a moment you faltered, thinking over what you should tell the bartender. “It’s uhm… important. Like really important.” Great.

“You’re not a negotiation partner?”

“Not really, no. But it’s really important.” You opened your bag and pulled out your purse, taking out all the money you have in it with a shaky hand. “Here. Around $50.” 

“Keep it, honey.” He shook his head in disbelieve. “Come.” 


“J., there’s a lady. She wants to talk to ya and Harley. Says it’s important.” 

The Joker groaned loudly but waved his hand to bring you into the area. Wary of your surroundings, you entered the lounge and stared at the man before you, how he sat confidentely on the couch, leaning on his cane, legs spread. 

The Joker looked exactly like on the pictures you had found on the internet. 

“I don’t know you.” His voice was calm, kind of deep and serious. “How old are you?” 

“Old enough.” 

He narrowed his eyes. “I don’t like liars.”

Your breath hitched and your hands felt sweaty. “I’m seventeen.” 

“What does a kid like you want in a place like this?” 

“It’s complicated.”

The Joker started to cackle and leaned his head back “Miles, tell Harley we have a visitor.”  


Then, you were alone with him.

“Now, what do you really want?” His bright eyes unnerved you.

You opened your bag and pulled out a worn out file. “Some of the papers I found in my foster parents safe and some of them I got throught a friend from a hospital and so on.” You pushed the file over the table to him. 

He titled his hand and took the file, opening it and skimming through the papers. You were nervous, your legs were shaking.

“Puddin’!” You almost gasped when Harley busted in, smiling brightly at the Joker. 

“Come sit down.” The Joker ordered Harley without looking up, and she did how she was told. 

“Who’s that?” She smiled at you and you could see why they were a thing. They looked even weirder and more dangerous in real life. And crazier, so much crazier. 

“Why don’t you look for yourself.”  The Joker said, giving Harley the file. Finally he looked up, an strange expression gracing his face while your birth mother skimmed the file.  

“[Y/N]…”  Harley muttered. She looked up in disbelieve. “You’re our [Y/N]?”

You nodded, your voice gone. 

“It’s been years.” She suddenly teared up. “Where have you been? Who took you in? Where they good? Did they hurt you?”

“It’s a long story.”

“We have time.” The Joker said, leaning back, looking even more threatening with the mood shift. “Don’t we?”

Lucky. (Hoshi Smut)

Hey guys! 😊 how long has it been? We are so terribly sorry we’ve been inactive and god we are just so sorry. We just weren’t feeling the sparks for writing, and we would never want to post something done half-assedly because you bby’s don’t deserve that. 🤗 so admin kenvy is working on the masterlist right at this moment and it’ll be up soon! yaaaaay, also this has been a request from a lovely anon. girl you thirsty. I worked on this at school because guYS IM PRETTY FUCKING SURE YOU’VE ALREADY SEEN KWON SOOMYOUNGS NEW LOOK LIKE BITCH SPEAR ME WITH YOUR DICK- anw so i just got so inspired to do so, and don’t worry guys! We will definitely grant all of your requests, please stay pretty and patient ❤️ alSO OH MY GOD GUYS 500+ FOLLOWERS, OUR FAMILY IS EXPANDING!! akdnkdndosnssidb. 😍 thank you so much for loving this little blog of ours, we love ya’ll so fucking much. What do you think we should do for reaching 500+!?

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Also, for the lovely anon who had requested this, thank you so much for being patient ❤️ if it’s alright, i kinda made this one kinda different from the others, it’s short but i hope it’ll tug your heartstrings even just a little. But then again i’m so genuinely sorry if it isn’t to your taste but i am satisfied. Hope you enjoy bby. 😘 til next time, thank you for requesting! enjoy. 😉

warning: contains fluff, daddy kink and all that other good shit lol 
word count: 2,400+
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Sex Bomb (Smut)

Request:  Yo can you make an imagine about buying the sex bathbomb and taking a bath with shawn that leads to some slow passionate sex ?

Word Count: 2,217

Sex Bomb

“Are you done yet, please?” Shawn whined at me.

I was holding another dress up in front of me, looking at myself in the mirror.

“Soon babe, I promise” I assured him.

He stuck his tongue out at me, obviously very annoyed with me. It just made me laugh, though. He was cute when he got frustrated. Shawn leaned against the wall in the store, doing his very best to let me know, he surely wasn’t happy with me.

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A Long Day.

A/N: this is a short smut story. first time trying 1st person POV. let me know what you think. also, Im taking longer than usual on my next fanfic but it’s almost done. expect it to be out this week. (: enjoy.

Not Requested.

Warnings: daddy kink, swearing

No Summary.

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I had been waiting for hours for J to get home. it was the worst. all I did was watch Netflix all day. I couldn’t really leave the house. Boss’ specific orders. He did have Frost keep an eye on me though. it wasn’t very fun since he didn’t really talk. or blink. or breathe for that matter. it was weird.

it was night time when J finally got home. he looked pretty bad. maybe a deal gone wrong?

what’s new.

he and his henchmen were covered in dirt, sweat, and blood. what an endearing sight.

he walked through the door with a busted face and his eyebrows furrowed. he looked pissed.

“J, baby, you okay?” I cooed, trying to make him feel better.

I walked towards him and tried to wrap my arms around his neck. he blew me off.

“not in the mood.” he snarled.

he stormed up the stairs and into our bedroom.

I can fix that. I thought to myself as I smirked.

I followed him into our bedroom and didn’t see him anywhere. I heared the shower running, so I assumed it was him taking a shower. it gave me an idea.

I took my clothes off and left myself in only my bra and panties. they were both black with lace.

his favorite.

I crawl into the bed, but don’t cover myself so I would be on full display for him. I can hear him turn off the shower and getting out.

I start touching myself and make sure he can hear me.

I arch my back as I start to moan his name. “J.”

he steps out of the bathroom, wearing only a towel, and takes in the sight before him.

“bad girl,” he growled. “you know you can’t touch yourself without daddy’s permission.” he walked towards me and aggressively took my hand out of my panties. my fingers were soaked.

“I’m sorry, daddy,” I breathlessly reply. “but if you won’t fuck me, then I gotta get the job done myself, don’t I?” I seductively say as I suck my fingers clean. I can tell he’s aroused. I can see his print through the towel.

“want a taste?” I whisper.

he growls and he tears my panties off. I chuckle and sigh as he starts to kiss and suck my thighs, avoiding the part I need him the most.

“Mmm, daddy, please.” I beg.

“please, what, baby?” he continues to kiss my thighs.

“taste me.” I moan.

“No,” he snarled. “bad girls don’t get rewarded. they get punished.”

I giggle. “even better.”

he gets to my stomach and starts sucking and biting me, leaving bruises behind. he takes my bra off and starts to suckle on my nipples. I moan louder.

he flips me over so my back is facing him.

“get on your hands and knees. now.” he demanded.

“yes, daddy,” I obeyed. I made sure to leave my legs wide open. for him to enter later.

I did as I was told and as soon as I did, I was rewarded with his fingers. he starts to rub my wet clit profusely. my moaning and grunting intensifies.

“good girl.” he whispered.

with his other hand, he took off the towel. he pressed himself against me so I’d know how hard he is. he was rock hard. I sigh at the feeling of his dick pressed against me.

he then places his dick against my slit. not inside, so he can tease me. I start grinding against him, earning a few grunts and moans over my own.

I can feel my orgasm build up.

“I’m go-gonna cum, daddy.” I panted with pleasure.

as soon as I spoke, he stopped.

“not yet.” he growled.

I sighed as I impatiently waited for him to pound me.

“daddyyyy.” I whined. “come on, I know you want it, too.” I seductively responded as I kept grinding against him.

he sighed as he finally gave him. he usually kept me waiting longer but he couldn’t hold back either.

he slammed into me with no warning. I cried out in shock and pleasure, not thinking that he would actually give in.

he thrusts back and forth without letting me adjust. I can feel his grip getting tighter on my hips. that’ll bruise later for sure. I moan louder and louder as he starts to go in faster, deeper, and harder. his grunting going over my noises as well.

I’m beginning to feel my orgasm build up again. I can feel him getting closer too.

“J, I’m gonna—”

“no! not yet.” he panted.

I pant as I try to hold back. his thrusts start to get sloppy.

“I-I can’t hold back any longer!” I moan.

“now!” he grunts as he fills me up with him cum.

I let go and throw my head back in ecstasy, letting out a loud moan.

he pumps in a few more times before coming to a complete stop.

he slides out of me and collapses on the bed beside me. I turn around and lay down with him. he puts his arm around me so I can rest my head on his chest.

“you sure as hell know how to make it easier for me to come home.” he said as he kept panting.

“it was hard before?” I replied in confusion.

“no, I just thought you would give me shit for coming home so late.”

“oh, come on, J, you know I understand. you gotta do what you gotta do.” I say, nuzzling him, getting a smile out of him. “I just get bored.”

I start to fall asleep but J notices.

“are you falling asleep?” he got back up, breaking my comfortable position.

“well, I was, but not anymore.” I reply annoyed.

“oh, no, honey, we’re just getting started.” he grinned.

I laugh. “do your worst.”

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Call Me

Baron Corbin/OC: You accidentally butt dial Baron while you’re masturbating in your hotel room after a show. He’s about to hang up when he hears you moan his name and he obviously can’t let you do it alone. Smut. Requested by @screamersdontdance

Oh, look. I wrote another request. I’ve been working on it forever. And I finally got it done. Which means now I get to work on my angsty Valentine’s Day fic. It’s lit.

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Sanada Yukimura - always blushing at everything Hehehe. I love how embarrassed he gets over everything. I realized I totally played his MS and immediately played Shingen’s…and then I was like poor Yukimura 😣

Made him look a little younger since he is close to MCs age. I’m currently traveling and had to rush this one, but I don’t think it turned out too bad. I wanna draw one big one with all the guys and color them in sometime :) or maybe individually and then photoshop it all together… I dunnooooo.

So far I’ve done Masamune (need to go back and redraw that one), Shingen, Saizo, now Yukimura… I’m thinking Kenshin next (つω`*)

I also got a request to draw Kageie so he will be on my list of NPCs to draw after I get through the main guy’s :) again… Tsugutsugu and Toramatsu are on that list… And Shigezane obvz. There are some routes I havent played yet so if anyone has suggestions let me know and I’ll consider it! ヽ(´▽`)/ (main story characters also welcomed!)

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comfort object

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he got pointy vamp ears


listen i know ive got so many requests in my inbox but…..i had to draw mika again im sorry

also i dont think ive said this before but it’s 1000% ok to tag my art as kin/me/id/etc!! i know some artists dont like it but i dont mind so feel free!

Teddy Bear

Alexander Hamilton x John Laurens
Words: 344
Prompt: 
@otpisms “look- honey, i know you mean well, but i don’t need a 5 ft tall stuffed bear”

i’ve got a lot of requests and i promise i’ll get them done as soon as possible, but i needed to get my creative juices flowing again. the holidays have been a bit rough for me. my father has basically disowned me and i was left feeling terrible on christmas.

but, that’s probably just me. how are all of you? i do hope you’re well! i hope that you all have a safe new years and that you enjoy the rest of your holidays.

i’m sorry for disappearing for a while but i really did need some time to be better. because even now, i’m still a little bit confused and sad.

fun fact: i actually do have a 5 ft bear. it’s the most incredible thing i’ve ever purchased. his name is Anthony (oops).

and with that, i will leave you with this lams fic! requests are open and masterlist will be below xx

Masterlist

Originally posted by hamiltongifs

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“Laurens, I’ve got a surprise for you!” Alexander exclaimed, pushing the door open with his foot and lugging the gigantic bear into the house.

“Alex, if it’s another sex toy I swear to- what is that?” John asked as he emerged from the office, looking the bear up and down.

“It’s a bear! It reminded me of you,” Alex stated, placing it on the couch. John let out a long sigh, putting his head in his hands then looking up at his boyfriend.

“Look- honey, I know you mean well, but I don’t need a five foot tall stuffed bear,” John stated, staring at the bear that was now taking up the majority of their couch.

“But it’s going to be so helpful when I go away! Look, it’s even the same size as me! You can put it in my spot and when you’re feeling lonely, you can give it a massive hug! Maybe even make out with it… probably not make out with it but you see where I’m going with this right?” Alex stated, sitting down next to the bear and smiling.

“Wait… didn’t you say it reminded you of me? Why would I want to cuddle myself? We need an Alexander bear,” John stated, grabbing his coat from their bedroom and heading towards the door.

“Wait… are you pulling my leg? We’re getting another one?” Alexander asked excitedly, standing quickly from the couch and going to John. He hugged him tightly. “You’re the best boyfriend ever!”

“Alex, we’re not getting another one. We’re taking that one back and getting something that’s more like you. You leave more often than me,” John stated. Alexander pouted.

“But you always visit family in South Carolina, and you have no idea how lonely I get when you’re gone. We have to keep it. Pleaaaaaaase?” He whined, giving John his signature puppy dog eyes.

John looked between Alexander and the bear, biting his lip. “Ugh, fine. But it’s not coming in the bedroom. We’ll find a spot for it in the living room. Deal?”

“Deal!”

Fire and Ice (Part 3/?) (Bucky Barnes x reader)

Part 2

“(Y/N).”

“Hmm?”

“(Y/N), wake up.  I think we need to talk about this,” Steve answered your sleepily hazed voice plainly enough to easily come off as rude, and it sounded like he didn’t care.  When you slowly opened your eyes with the full expectation of seeing him standing over you with the frustrated look that you were just so fond of, it wasn’t what you got; instead, he looked almost livid.

“What could I have possibly done now?  I was asleep.”

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@animallover1142001-blog-blog sorry it took me so long I got so wrapped up in the walking dead half of my blog :) hope you like it anyway. Never done a request before

Baby X Joker X Reader


You woke up feeling fresh for once and not hungover. The silk sheets felt soft and warm. You could hear your king asleep next to you, a deep growl came from in his chest. His makeup was all smudged across his face, he’d clearly forgot to take it off before he passed out like usual.

He slowly opened his eyes to look at you “Mmhh morning.” He grumbled. He wasn’t a morning person but neither were you.

Today was an exception because you were really looking forward to the day. “Morning baby.” You gave him a kiss, you could still smell the alcohol on his breath “I’ve got to nip out for a couple of hours but I won’t be long.”

He looked slightly annoyed “Why? You’ve been going out alone quite a bit recently.”

You smiled at him “Just gona meet my sister for a coffee.” You gave him another kiss and got dressed. Quite a simple outfit for you, black jeans, black vest top, army shirt your dad gave you and doc martens. You brushed your long black hair and put your face on really quickly.

“You don’t look like you? You look normal.” He grumbled.

“Yeah well I don’t want people to run away when I walk in the coffee shop. I’d like to have a normal day. I gotta go. I love you” You blew him a kiss and skipped off.

You could smell food which made your stomach growl. You nipped in to see frost cooking “Ermm what ya doin?”

“Well miss” he replied “You shot the last maid so I have to make breakfast till we find a new one.”

You laughed “Oops yeah I forgot about that. I’ll take my bacon now. I gotta go for my appointment.”

He looked at you “You haven’t told him yet have you?” The only reason Frost knew was because he found out you were drinking apple juice instead of cider one night at the club.

You shook your head “No because he’ll leave me. I told him I’m going to see my sister so keep yah mouth shut.”

As you were leaving you heard him mumble something along the lines of ‘Js gona kill me’

You hopped into your custom electric blue Audi Quatro and bombed it down the street, Jump around by waka flocka flame blasting out.
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J woke up with another hangover. The silk sheets made him feel sick so he got up and grabbed the glass of water by the side of the bed. He took a massive gulped and spat it straight out. It was vodka. “Oh Jesus fuck.” He moaned. He stood slowly and shuffled over to the sink. He splashed some water over his face ‘Where the fuck is she? She was supposed to be back now’ he thought ‘ha with her sister my arse’ anger started to fill him. “Frost!” he yelled making his head hurt worse.

“Yes boss”

“He sisters back in England. I know that for a fact so I’m gona get dressed and we are going to find her cheating lying ass and kill her. OK?” he couldn’t believe the words he was saying but he also couldn’t believe she would do this to him.

Frost looked shocked “But boss. You can’t kill her. You can’t”

J turned to Frost with hate and death in his eyes “Get the car NOW. Don’t question me!”

Frost left without another word. J fixed his make up and hair, shoved on his boxing shorts, leather boots and long purple crocodile skin coat. He marched out the house with his gun in his hand ready.
He stepped into the car “Take us around gotham till we find her car. It ain’t hard to spot.”

“yes boss” Frost sighed.

After around 15 minutes of driving round they found her car parked out side a small run down hospital.

“Ahhh!” J yelled “She’s banging a doctor!”
Frost frowned at him ‘Is he serious’ he thought.

J marched through the hospital doors and pointed his gun in the receptionists face making her cry “(y/f/n) where is she?” the receptionist typed shakily “FASTER!”

“Down the hall! Room 7. Please don’t kill me!” she cried

With out answering J shot her right in the middle of her head. He stormed down the hall shooting in the air making the few people that were there drop to the floor and cry. He kicked the door of room open so hard the door fell fully off. “Get off my girl!” he screamed and shot the doctor in the head. Then he stopped dead.
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You lay down on the cool table and lifted your vest. God this place was gross but you the jokers girl couldn’t go to real hospitals. Everyone was too scared of you.

The doctor came in “Hello Miss (y/l/n) how you both feeling today?”

You smiled he was a nice guy to say it was such a horrible place “Great thanks doc. Haven’t thrown up yet today but that could change.”

He laughed “Let’s see the little thing then.” He pulled out the ultrasound kit and started to look over your belly. “There it is. You want to know the sex today?”

Seeing that little thing inside you made you well up. You knew J would leave you if he found out but there was no way you were getting rid of it “ yes please.”

“Hhhmmm let’s see… looks like you’ve got a beautiful baby boy!”

“Holy shit” You sniffed.

A of a sudden you heard gun shots coming from outside the room. ‘Oh fuck.. he’s here’ you thought.

The door was kicked clean off and the doctor shot right infront of you. There he was, stood there deadly still. Surprisingly he looked more shocked than angry.

“What the fuck are you doing J!” you screamed at him getting off the bed and wiping the jelly off your tiny bump.

He looked completely confused “but.. what.. I thought.”

You were well pissed off “What? What did you think?”

“I.. I thought you were cheating on me!” He shouted but you could here the pain in him.

You smiled at him “Cheating? Oh baby no. Not at all.” You gave him a hug.

He stepped back and looked at you “Wait so your not cheating on me and that is a scan machine thingy. So are you?”

“What? Pregnant? Yeah.” You really didn’t want him knowing like this. You just knew how he was going to react.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

You frowned “What? Because you would make me get rid of him or leave me.”

He looked even more surprised “I’d leave you? Get rid of it? Why would you think that?”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing “Well.. ermm because we rob banks, sort major drug deals, we have the actual batman out for us like all the time, we murder allot of people on a daily basis.”

He smiled and kissed you “Yeah so we don’t live normal lives but that doesn’t stop us from having a little us running around.”

Tears started to fall down your cheeks “I was not prepared for this. I didn’t think you’d want him.”

“him?” he yelled “it’s a boy!”

“haha” You rubbed your belly “its a boy and no we aren’t calling him Bruce.”

The Bet

Prompt: Hey! I just finished reading outlaws of love (and, as a bi person myself, may I say I loved every second I spent reading it). If it’s not too much to ask, could you maybe do a negan X daughter!reader where they just spend some cute, quality time together and he’s super protective over her, and she comes out to him as bi and he it really accepting of it. Thanks love x – Requested by @supernatural-everyday

Pairing: Dad!Negan x Daughter!Reader, Negan x You

Word Count: 3,857

Type: One shot

Warnings: None that I know of

Rating: PG

Notes: Yo’ so I kinda got real carried away with this, sorry! I hope it’s what you were looking for xx Also yay my first request is done :D

Originally posted by jdm-negan-mcnaughty

 “Be safe. Stay inside the fuckin’ gates. I’ll be back by midday tomorrow.” The grumpy voice of your father says, as he stands in your doorway.

“Back before my Birthday?” You mumble. “And I know the rules, Dad.” You add, not looking up from the book in your lap as you sit cross legged on your bed.

“Yes Princess, before your birthday. And I know you know the rules, which is why I’m fuckin’ confused as to the reason you disobey them all the goddamn damn time.”

You roll your eyes and lift your head up, looking at your father in all his heroic glory. Leather jacket on and baseball bat in hand, you still wonder why he named the inanimate object after your mother.

“Because they’re stupid as shit.” You sarcastically smile back at him.

“Don’t swear.”

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Couldn’t sleep, so I finally got this done for you m'love! Again I wrote this on my phone, so I’ll make some edits and such in the morning! @edwardthreeway

“If you’re good, maybe I’ll show you my other tattoo” Sam Drake x Reader

Jerking a little woke you.

When you woke, you looked around the room in slight confusion. You don’t remember being on this far end of the sofa, in fact, you don’t remember falling asleep on Sam’s lap. The last thing you remember is sleeping with your legs across his lap and your head on the armrest. But here you are; cuddled up against Sam’s chest, while his arms are wrapped around you like a toddler with a new teddy bear.

When you first started dating Samuel Drake, the last thing you thought of was him being a hugger. Kisser? yeah, but never one for always hugging you, no matter where you are; making dinner, brushing your teeth, sitting at your desk, even laying upright in bed, he always found a way to have his arms around you. It didn’t bother you, it surprised you.

“Sam?” You mumbled against his chest, rubbing your cheek against him since your arms were firmly locked in place on your stomach. Gaining no answer you tilted your head up and chuckled. Sam was knocked out too. Head rolled back against the sofa, his neck completely exposed.

“Your neck is going to hate you.” You whispered.

Tilting your head a little more against his shoulder, you managed to get a better view of his tattoo on his neck; 4 birds flying upwards on his neck, slightly faded clearly indicating he has had them for a long time. You’ve never asked him about it, you always wondered what was the meaning behind them. To you tattoos had to have some kinda meaning, whether it be in remembrance of someone passing, an important achievement in someone’s life or that special day. You never understood people when they got a tattoo “just for the hell of it!”. So what was so significant about this one?

Wriggling a hand free, you feather-lightly run your fingers down his neck, against the tattoo, your eyes studied them. Sam shivered at your touch, making you jerk your hand away slightly.

“You don’t have to stop…” his voice was rough as he slowly woke up “…I like your touch.”

“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you…” you smiled up to him, he promptly shakes his head.

“No no! Don’t apologise.” His voice was groggy as his cheek rests on your crown and his arms tightened around you. He slouches a little to get comfy.

“Sam?”

“Hmm?” He mumbles a reply.

“I’ve always wondered…” resting your head on his shoulder again, your run your fingers back down his tattoo “…what’s the meaning behind this tattoo?”

You felt his breath stop a little in his chest, before he let out a sigh and sat up straight. He rolls his head against the back of the sofa and stares up at the ceiling. You started to regret asking him that, clearly there’s a big meaning behind it.

“You don’t have to tell me if-”

“Remembrance…” he cut you of as he continues to stare at the ceiling.

“Remembrance?” You repeated, tilting your head. Making his turn to you.

“I…don’t want to go into huge detail…” his brows furrow a little bit as he looks down.

“You don’t have to.” You smile.

“It…reminds me that even in my darkest times, I’m able to become free from it and choose a new path…” his eyes dart back to you. You furrow your brows at him and he sees the worry in your eyes. He blinks quickly “…you know, some sort of shit like that.” He chuckles, trying to lighten the mood. Your brows still furrowed.

“Sam, if you ever need someone to talk to or help you…” you place a hand on his cheek “…you know I’m here, okay?”

He stares at you for a moment before he smiles “I know you will be…” He chuckles again a little and pushes you down against the sofa, you falling back with a laugh and yell mixed. He’s towering over you now.

“But that’s just a simple meaning behind one of my tattoos.” He smirks down at you.

“One? You mean you have more?” You dart your head up and down his body. He laughs.

“If you’re good, maybe I’ll show you my other tattoo.” He begins to lean down, your face flushed before a smirk graced your lips.

“I’ll try my best then…” running your hands through his hair “…if not, I’m going to find out what that other tattoo is, one way or another.” You giggle.

“Can’t wait for you to try.” He winks, landing his lips against yours.

Puppies (Newt x reader)

Request: Newt and the reader walking threw the mall and then they find the pet store and they spend the rest of the day looking at the puppies. ( also can we add a part where Newt is looking at a puppy and it puts it’s paw up on the glass on top of Newt’s hand and he just sequels and goes OH MY GOSH IT CHOSE ME!!) Summary: I’m lazy so just read the request

____________________________________________ Newt and I were just walking around the local mall. It was full of different muggle shops. Newt saw that there was a muggle pet store and dragged me in to the store. I reluctantly followed because I knew that we would be leaving with a new pet seeming as Newt loves animals. We were looking at the golden retriever puppies when Newt put his hand on the glass. A puppy that was supper small put it’s paw on the glass over his hand and Newt squealed. “Oh my goodness it likes me” he said in an oddly high pitched voice. I just rolled my eyes while he bagged me to get it for him. I tried to tell him he had a whole case of creatures, and if they saw a puppy they would probably eat it. He kept bagging for ten minutes so I gave in. We talked to the person at the counter and adopted the tiny golden puppy. We asked what we need to buy for it. We bought a little more than we need to. Newt got the most expensive dog bed, dog food and toys for the puppy. After we left the store we went back to our shared apartment. I asked Newt what he wanted to name the small puppy. He replied with “ Charlie”. Ok so that was quick. After we got a corner set up for Charlie we sat on the couch with him and talked for hours. ____________________________________________ A/n: thanks for the request sadly the imagine is not that good be cause I wrote it in class. Also I want to thank @deepfriedninja for giving me names for the puppy. Also sorry it’s so short.
Please Don’t Go

Lafayette x Reader
Words: 586
Request: May I get one w/ Laf where he takes the reader out drinking, & they have a fun time - until they get home. Laf drives her home, and puts her in bed. As he’s about to leave, the reader starts talking about all her shitty problems & gets rlly depressed

I actually finally wrote something. What a miracle!!11!1!11

i got my hair did today and it’s closer to grey I’m so happy. it looks cute af. also it’s halloween but because i have no friends that wanna invite me to go anywhere, I’m literally sitting in bed writing requests in an Eleven costume. What a meme.

Anyway, more requests to write so talk to you all soon!

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“So you’re going to make me forget everything that happened with one drink? Impossible,” You slurred, giggling.

“It’s not impossible though! I’ve done it so many times. It works very well,” Lafayette stated, gently wrapping his arm around you.

“Literally, I’ve had so much vodka tonight, that… oh my god, your hair is soooo nice!” You slurred, grabbing onto Lafayette’s ponytail. He chuckled quietly.

Lafayette had invited you out as a way for you to celebrate your exams. You had gone in with the intentions of only having a few drinks. But you had no self-control, especially when it came to food or vodka.

After only twenty minutes, you had downed half a bottle of vodka. And while your throat was burning and the room was spinning, you felt incredible.

“I should probably get you home. I think you’ve had a few too many,” Lafayette stated, standing from the bar.

“Nooooo! There’s no such thing as too many. Let’s staaaaaay,” You slurred, tugging on Lafayette’s sleeve. He shook his head, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder.

“Please, mon ami ivre, we have to go,” Lafayette stated. You pouted, whining loudly as he carried you back to the dorm.

“Is there more alcohol at home?” You mumbled, hanging limply over Lafayette’s shoulder.

“I’d assume so, but you won’t be having any,” he stated. “I need to get you to bed.”

“But bed is boring, and I want to party. With youuuuuu,” You slurred, giggling and hiccupping.

“You know; I regret taking you out. I didn’t realise you would be this fou,” Lafayette stated.

“Fou Fou! Like my cat, foo foo?” You asked, giggling more. Lafayette put you down when he reached your dorm. “I need the key,” He said, biting his lip.

“Oh my god I totally know where that is! It’s in my undiessss,” You slurred, giggling more.

“Can you get it for me?” He asked, raising his eyebrow when you shook your head. “Why not?”

“Underwear fishing! It’s a game where you get the key, and I party!” You exclaimed, smiling wide. Lafayette sighed, unbuttoning your jeans and grabbing the key.

“Je vous déteste tellement en ce moment,” He mumbled, unlocking the door.

“I don’t speak love,” You slurred, stumbling into the dorm. You ran into a wall, falling back and laughing loudly. Lafayette helped you up, moving you to your bed quietly.

“It’s not love, it’s French.” Lafayette replied, pulling you out of your jeans slowly. He took off his jacket, wrapping it around you and tucking you in, “Goodnight, mon ami ivre.” He pressed a light kiss to your forehead, going to leave,

You quickly grabbed his wrist, shaking slightly. “I thought you were going to stay,” You whispered, your bottom lip starting to wobble.

“I’m afraid I can’t. I have work in the morni-“

“Don’t leave like they did. Please don’t go.”

Lafayette frowned, biting his lip as you started to sob.

“I never wanted to be left alone. I didn’t think I did anything wrong,” You whimpered, starting to cry more. Laf grabbed tissues from the side of your bed, handing them to you before climbing in next to you. He wrapped his arms around you, rubbing your back.

“It’s okay. I promise everything will be okay,” he whispered, kissing your forehead again.

“Will you stay?” You whispered. He nodded.

“But please, get some rest,” He replied quietly, laying you down gently. You closed your eyes, snuggling into Lafayette’s touch.

“Thankyou Laf,” You whispered, falling asleep slowly.

“Goodnight, mon amour.”