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How Newt shows his love

Originally posted by unjinxing-the-john

Master list

“are you alright love?’

He’ll make you a cup of tea, and place a warming charm on it, setting it on your bedside table, ready for when you wake up

Reading in bed together, fingers intertwined

The softest kisses to your forehead, when you drift off to sleep before him

Always making sure that you’re comfortable with whatever is happening

Pulling you behind him, when a creature is getting irritable

gentle smiles

Soft touches, just to let you know that he’s there

Have a great day and be safe

@fiddlesticksimagines

Trouble in Canada

Request: “I’m your husband, it’s my job.”

a/n: I hope you enjoy this itty bitty 10 page writing that I’ve been working on for a few days now ! 😉 ALSO @whitechocolateperfection wanted some angst so I wrote some angst and I hope y’all enjoy and I’d love to know your thoughts!!!

Your name: submit What is this?

“I’ll see you at the next session?”

            You picked your head up from rummaging in your bag and smiled at Ethan, your cooking class instructor, “My husband might be back in town, but I’ll see,”

           Ethan nodded his head steadily.  After a while of looking at each other, you diverted your gaze down towards the wooden table.  You saw his tapping fingers slowly make their way towards your hand that was rested on the table.

           Quickly, you moved your hand, and placed your engagement and wedding ring back on your left hand.  You did’t like cooking with your rings on in fear that they could fall down the drain if you were washing your hands, “Uh, Thanks for the lesson, I’ll see you later.”

           You heard an audible sigh escape his lips, “See you next week, Mrs. Mendes.” 

           As fast as you could, you scurried out the door and saw your friend, Jessie, waiting for you outside.  She saw your flustered expression and smirked, “Looks like the teacher has a crush on the student.” 

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Wanna Bet? (M)

Rich Fuckboy!Jimin x Tutor!reader

PART II  |  PART III

Word Count: 2,782

Summary: Working as a private tutor at the most prestigious university in the region, you had to put up with a lot of bratty kids. Though none were as bad as Park Jimin. Just as your luck would have it, you’ve been assigned to be his full-time tutor for the year….great. After many failed attempts to get his grades up, Jimin comes up with a bet to raise his marks. What’s the worst that can happen, right?

A/N - This is my fic, just re-posting on my sideblog!


You were grateful for this job, you really were. Some days, it was just really hard to be grateful. You worked at the wealthiest, all boys university this side of the country. You’re a private tutor, working with a maximum of five students a year. Things have been going well for you, you’re known as the best tutor at the school, so parents are flocking to you to help their precious spoiled brats. Hey, at least the money is decent.

Your whole week, scratch that, year has gone downhill the moment you get a call from the Dean.

“Y/n? Yes, hello. We’re going to need you to take on a student full time at the start of the new school year. I know this is a lot, so the pay will be increased, and you won’t have to take any other students. You will be tutoring five days a week for this student. Can you do it?”

“Um, yes, I don’t see why not…” growing a little curious as to why the dean himself is contacting you, you ask, “who is the student, Sir?”

“Park Jimin.” Shit.

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Kitchen Favours - Part 2

You asked for a part two. I gave you a part two. Though its probably not as good as you wanted!
Prompt: After their moment in Pop’s kitchen, Jughead tries to confront Y/N about what happened. 
Warning: Smut reference.
Part One 

Originally posted by admireforever

The day after yours and Jughead’s heated moment you find yourself back at the scene of the crime. Back at Pop’s for yet another shift, one you were happy to work as it was one of the few where you didn’t have the dark haired devil that was Jughead Jones. A name that hadn’t released your lips since you moaned it in his ear just last night.
Oh, last night…
As soon as Pop’s entered the diner, you both fumbled trying to grab your shirts, sooth your hair before Pop’s saw the two kids he had known since they were children about to loose the last of their innocence on the kitchen counter of his own diner.

Neither of you spoke a word to each other after that. The flirty jokes which had become common between the two of you halted in an almost un-natural manner, one you hoped Pop’s hadn’t picked up on. You left the diner the second your shift ended, not even saying goodbye to the boy who had waited behind just to keep you company. 

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Too Good

Request from anon for a Jax x Reader using the following prompts:

#113 - “I prefer blondes.”

#123 - “Oh, did I scare you, big boy?”

Originally posted by journeyslegend

You pause outside Jax’s apartment door, your fist hovering over the wood. “Oh, is that a promise?”

“Sure is, big boy.” a female voice responds, a wave of disgust coming over you before you push it down, channelling your humour.

“Oh, Jackie boy.” you sing, bursting into the room, Jax and his half dressed companion scrambling for their clothes as you enjoy the surprise on their faces, a smirk upon your own. “Tables ready.”

“You forget how to knock?” the girl spits rudely, rushing to get dressed as you lean against the door, Jax pulling on his shirt, a hidden grin on his lips.

“Sorry, sweetheart. My mistake.” you reply in a sickly sweet tone, the girl scowling in response as she grabs her heels, throwing you a glare as she scrambles out of the room. “Nice meeting you!”

“Thanks for bursting in like that. I was two minutes away from getting my dick sucked.” Jax says, shrugging on his kutte. You shrug your shoulders, smiling proudly.

“Oh, did I scare you, big boy?“ you reply seductively, Jax raising his eyebrow in response. “I’ll be sure to let the guys know about your new alias.”

“Go ahead, princess. Maybe I’ll let you see if it’s true.” he winks, smirking cockily as he strides past you, your cheeks reddening as you feign repulse.

“No thanks, I don’t plan on getting the clap anytime soon.” You clap your hands together for emphasis, Jax laughing loudly as he heads away from you, flipping the bird as he does so.

The familiar buzz runs through your body as you lean against the wall, Kozik beaming down at you, his eyes slightly glazed from the alcohol. “You’re really beautiful, you know that?”

“You’re really cheesy, you know that?” you tease, him grinning in response, leaning beside you. “But thank you, you’re not so bad yourself.”

He hums, leaning down, his breath tickling at your ear, his delicious scent surrounding you. “Fancy taking this somewhere more private?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” you whisper back, your teeth grazing his ear as he shivers, his hand finding yours as you slip around the corner, following him down the corridor.

His apartment door barely shuts before his lips are on yours, his hands slipping under your ass as he picks you up, squeezing roughly. You moan against his mouth, your fingers pulling at his hair as you wrap your legs around his waist.

He drops you gently onto the bed a moment later, the mattress softening the blow as you sprawl out on the sheets, Kozik crawling over you and connecting his lips back to yours.

“I’ve been thinking about you since I got here.” he mumbles against you, his fingertips running down your sides before he finds the hem of your shirt, pulling upwards to relieve you of the fabric. “How fucking sexy you are, how good you’d look under me.”

“Hope I’m living up to your expectations.” you say, flipping him over expertly, your body straddling his. You pull him up by his shirt roughly, quickly yanking the material upwards, his toned physique coming into view bit by bit.

“Expectations and more.” he whispers, his lips latching onto your neck as you grind your hips onto his hardened crotch, a hiss leaving you as he nibbles teasingly.

A loud pounding stops the two of you, the apartment door flying open seconds later. “Can I borrow your-”

Kozik stands up quickly, placing you down on the ground as Tig looks between the two of you, his mouth parted in disbelief. He opens his mouth to speak, you stopping him before he can.

“Careful what you say, Trager.” you warn, grabbing your shirt off the bed, turning it the right way before putting it on. “We’ll be out in a second.”

Tig chuckles to himself, winking at you and backing out of the room. You turn your gaze to Kozik, him smiling sheepishly, his cheeks slightly pink. “You think he’ll tell anybody about this?”

“Oh, yeah. Get ready to be the center of attention.” you say, smoothing your hair down in the mirror. “See you out there.”

You leave the room swiftly, heading out the back entrance, hoping the cool air might clear your head slightly. You’ve only just lit your cigarette when the door is pushed open, Jax’s eyes finding yours under the dim lights.

“You know, I never thought Kozik would be your type.” he teases, the door slamming shut behind him as he heads over to you, your eyes rolling at the nickname. “Saw you as more of a Juice kinda girl, to be honest.”

“Juice? Nah, I prefer blondes.” you say bravely, holding out your cigarette to Jax as he runs his tongue across his lower lip, a surprised look on his face.

“That so?” You nod in response, admiring the way his lips wrap around the stick, his cheeks hollowing slightly as he inhales. “You gonna be making him a habit?”

You don’t miss the jealously in his words, butterflies fluttering in your stomach in response. Shrugging, you accept the cigarette back. “Not sure. Why?”

“Just asking.” he replies cooly, shoving his hands in his jean pockets before standing beside you, his foot resting against the wall to keep his balance. “Didn’t think you were one for sleeping around.”

“Who says I am?” you snap, not enjoying the judgment in his tone, especially considering he’s slept with about three hundred women. “You’re the last one to be judging me.”

“Not judging. Just trying to understand it, that’s all.” he defends, refusing to meet your eyes as he looks forward. “Did you finish up after Tig disturbed you both?”

“What’s with all the questions, Jax?” you sigh, throwing the nub down and crushing it with your shoe. You stand in front of the blonde, forcing his attention to you. “I’m single, I’m young. What’s the problem?”

“You’re worth more than a fuck, (Y/N).“ You scoff loudly, the alcohol making you more sensitive than usual. Jax huffs, shaking his head and pushing himself off the wall. “You know what? Forget it.”

“Let’s not.” you say, pushing him roughly, his back hitting the brickwork behind him. “So, you’re allowed to fuck whoever you want, yet I’m not?”

“That’s not what I mean.” he stops himself, running his hands through his hair in frustration as he tries to find the right words to explain himself.“I just mean-”

“Save it, Jackson. You’re so full of shit, you know that?” You laugh humourlessly, your throat thick with emotion. You turn around, your wrist being grabbed before you can get very far. “Let go of me.”

“Can you stop being so dramatic for two fucking seconds and listen to me?!” he yells, his brows knitted in frustration. You’re taken aback by his tone, your eyes wide as you stare at him, waiting for him to continue.

Sighing, he releases you from his grip, turning around and running his hands through his hair, you silently observing his actions. His expression has softened once he faces you again, though he remains frustrated.

“I sleep around because it’s all I deserve, (Y/N).” You go to disagree, but stops you before you can. “Listen.”

“You’re too good to become some croweater. You deserve to be loved, shown off, showered with affection.”

“Don’t lose yourself trying to be like everybody else.” he says, his words nothing but genuine. “You’re far too good for that.”

You’re not sure what to say, Jax’s words being the kindest, most honest thing he’s probably ever said to you. You step closer to him, leaning forwards to press your lips against his cheek. “Thank you, Jax.”

As you go to move backwards, he turns his head to the side, catching your lips softly with his own. Your eyes are wide in shock as you try to understand what is happening, your body unable to respond.

He pulls away sharply, his expression just as surprised as yours. “Shit, I’m shouldn’t have done that.”

“Kiss me again.” you whisper, a flush creeping up your neck, though you’re too entranced to care. Jax frowns, unable to believe what he’s hearing. “Kiss me again, Jax.”

You can see him having an internal battle, both sides fighting a convincing argument. You decide to take matters into your own hands, gripping his kutte in between your fingers and holding him in place, your eyes fluttering shut as you find his mouth with your own.

He relaxes into the kiss straight away, his hands cradling your cheeks as his lips work with yours, featherlight yet passion filled.

You wrap your hand around his wrist as the kiss deepens, the slight breeze forgotten as his kisses warm you up, your body tingling from his touch. His tongue explores your mouth expertly as you submit to him, your mind foggy with nothing but him.

A/N - Wasn’t sure where this was going when I wrote it, but I hope you like how it turned out! Thanks to anon for the request and thank you for all of your support, see you next time! ❤

Ten Ways to Say “I love you” - Jim Kirk

Summary: There are a lot of ways to say something without actually saying it.

Warnings: language

A/N: a little long. also if jim kirk called me starlight, i’d probably cry n profess my love right then and there. forgive any n all typos. enjoy it and lemme know what you think! 


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The absurdly bright lights lining the corridors of the Enterprise pricked your eyes— you were forced to squint as your legs carried you. The air pouring through the vents pinched any of your skin that remained unclothed. You flexed and contracted the oddly tired joints in your fingers— you could hear tiny pops and the soft sounds felt like battering rams against your eardrums.

You cursed yourself for two reasons: losing your left boot as the time-consuming search for it resulted in your inability to replicate a much needed mug of coffee, and drinking so much with Leonard the night before. While you accepted the former was entirely your doing, you split the blame on the latter— half of it was your fault, and half was Leonard’s. It’s those stupid puppy eyes, you told yourself.

You leant your shoulder against the transparent wall of the turbolift you solely occupied and crossed your arms over your chest. Your teeth were gritted— as if grinding your teeth to nubs would give you the day off and rid you of the heavy weight crushing your skull.

The doors slid open before your desired deck and you didn’t bother stifling a sigh that carried the weight of two starships. You dropped your gaze to glare at your scuffed boots rather than subject the new lift patron to your scowl and dagger eyes.

“Rough night?”

You lifted your head at the sound of his voice and met his eyes. You frowned immediately and nodded twice. “Bones and I had paperwork.”

“What would you say the ratio was this time?” he asked, his crossed arms rumpling the command gold fabric that was firmly stretched over his chest. He was smiling slightly in amusement as he took in your appearance— messy hair, half-zipped left boot, heavy lidded eyes.

You shrugged and eyed the ceramic mug in his hands. You could have moaned at the smell steaming out of it. “I’d say about two charts to one glass.”

“How many charts in total?”

“Fourteen each,” you winced at the revelation and took your eyes from Jim’s when the amusement painted his features red.

Seven glasses of whiskey in one sitting,” he said with a laugh. “No wonder you look like that.”

You narrowed your eyes. “How dare you! I look adorable— like a celebrity running errands.”

“‘Cept you’re about to start an eight-hour shift.”

You sighed so your shoulders slumped. “My rough night’s turning into a rough morning— I didn’t even have time to replicate coffee because of my stupid missing boot.”

Jim glanced down at his mug and thrust it in your direction without thinking twice. “Take mine.

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playing with fire (5) | taehyung

Originally posted by sugapium

genre: fluff, fuckboy taehyung, smut

pairing: taehyung x reader 

summary: you knew what you were in for, but it was too late to get out. besides, it’s not like you wanted to anyways. 

last chapter: part four 



   Lately, you were starting to like Taehyung’s company. He was more chill around you, and not as annoying as he used to be. But also his annoying and childish side was adorable to watch. You couldn’t believe it yourself. Not too long ago, you despised this boy for being able to breathe. Now the two of you were becoming somewhat, friends


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Privilege [teaser]

Privilege (M)

It had been 113 days since you’d married Jeon Jungkook.

113 days since you’d arrived at JeonTech headquarters donned in a chic white pantsuit, eagerly anticipating your pending nuptials.

113 days since your fiance arrived at JeonTech headquarters in the form of a signed document, sitting on a conference room table ready for your name to be scratched in agreement.

113 days since you’d signed your life away to a man you’d never even met; a man you’d only ever seen in glossy magazines and on colossal billboards as the face of his father’s company.

113 days of pure fucking torture, being Jeon Jungkook’s wife.

I Need You~Jay Park Angst/Fluff

Originally posted by catcher-spirits

*GIF is not mine credits to the owners.*

Requested Prompt; Jay was also requested to have a scenario based on the song Your Love by Elo ft The Quiett.

Words:1.7k

Jay and you have been dating for about three years now. For those three years most of your relationship was amazing, but every couple has their faults. Jay was known to flirt with other girls while the two of you were dating. Even when you guys would be together, his eyes would wander to other girls that were around. It made you always second guess yourself, and question whether or not he actually loved you. 

 Every time you brought your concerns up with him, he would either wave them off as you being paranoid, or he would get upset and the two of you would get into an argument. Which lead to one of you leaving the apartment so both of you could cool down. You didn’t know how to approach him about how you feel, and it was causing you to pull away from him. 

The relationship you once knew was slowly falling apart right before you, and you didn’t know how to fix it, because you didn’t know how you could approach Jay. 

 You looked down at your coffee as you thought about what to do about your relationship. You really wanted things to work out between Jay and you, because you loved him with all your heart. But your heart could only take so much. Maybe it was time to start seeing other people. 

 Your heart hurt at the thought of seeing someone other than Jay, but maybe it really was for the best. You sighed as you got up from the table to dumb your now cold coffee down the sink. You didn’t want to be thinking like this, you loved Jay.

 Maybe a night out away from Jay could help you come to a clear decision. You looked at your clock, you still had about three hours left before any of your friends were off of work. You bit your lip in thought of what you could do for those three hours. “Maybe I could go out for lunch?” You thought to yourself. “It could pass a lot of time.” You decided. 

 You walked to your bedroom to change into something a little more presentable. You looked through your closet before deciding on a pair of dark blue jeans and a cute long sleeve shirt. Then walking to your mirror in your bedroom you started to do your makeup. After about twenty minutes, you were satisfied with how you looked. Smiling to yourself you stood up heading towards the front door. You grabbed a jacket, your keys and slipped on some vans. 

 You locked your apartment door, and headed towards your car. You got into your car and drove in the direction of your favourite restaurant. It was one of the first restaurants that Jay took you too. It was a family orientated restaurant, and that’s what you loved about it. It felt like home. You got there in about fifteen minutes. Turning the ignition off, you got out of your car. 

As you walked into the restaurant a little bell rang signaling that someone had entered. You found a booth that was near the front of the store and sat down. As you waited for your waiter, all of these memories of you and Jay came back to your mind. “Maybe coming here wasn’t such a good idea.” You laughed at yourself. 

 You smiled as a waiter came to your table. You couldn’t deny that he was pretty cute. 

“Hello my name is Joon, I’ll be your server today. Can I get you something to drink to start off?” He asked you. 

 You bit your lip in thought. “Um I’ll have just some orange juice please.” You said as you smiled back at him. 

“Sure thing! I’ll be back with your drink.” He said as walked away. 

 You couldn’t help but stare at him. He really was cute, but he still didn’t really compare to Jay. “Maybe nobody can compare to him.” You sighed. 

 As Joon came back with your drink, the bell rang again. Unconsciously you turned at the sound, and your heart sunk at what you saw. It was Jay, and a girl. 

As you kept staring the rest of AOMG came through the door, but that didn’t really register with you. All you could think about was Jay and the really pretty girl at his side. You quickly turned so your back was facing them. Just as you were about to leave Joon came back to your table. 

“Here you go! Are you ready to order?” He asked you. 

 You looked up at him, and gave him a small smile. “I-I don’t really know if I’ll be staying anymore. I just saw something that I really didn’t want to see.” You told him softly. 

 Joon looked at you with a worried expression. “Are you okay?” He asked you. 

You looked down at the table. “I-I don’t know.” You mumbled. 

 Joon quickly sat down on the other side of the booth. “What’s wrong err sorry I don’t know your name.” He said sheepishly. 

You couldn’t help but smile at that. “My name is y/n.” You told him. 

 Joon smiled. “That’s a really pretty name. Do you want to tell me what’s wrong?” He asked you. 

You looked up at him and bit your lip. “The people that just walked in, well one of them is my boyfriend, and he’s with a girl. We’ve been having problems lately, and I guess he’s finally had enough of me.” You told him as you gave a soft laugh. 

Joon looked over at the group of people that just walked through the door, to find someone staring right back at him. “Is your boyfriend covered in tattoos, and have really piercing eyes?” He asked you. 

You slowly nodded. “Yes? Why?" 

 Joon looked over at you and smiled. "Well he’s kind of shooting daggers at me right now.” He told you. 

 Your eyes widened. “What?” You asked as you turned to look at Jay. True to Joon’s word, Jay was glaring at him really intensely. As you looked over at Jay, both of your eyes met. 

 Jay frowned at you in confusion. Probably wondering why you were sitting with some random guy, at the restaurant you two loved. 

You looked away, and sighed. “I’m so sorry Joon, I didn’t mean for you to get involved. I’m just going to head back home, but I really enjoyed talking to you.” You told him as you stood up. 

 You smiled at him once again before making your way to the front door. As you were heading out of the door, a hand grabbed your wrist. You turned to see who it was, and it was Joon. 

He shoved a piece of paper into your hand. “It’s my number. Don’t worry, I’m not hitting on you or anything, but if you need to talk call me okay?” He told you as he squeezed your hand. “Besides, I don’t really go for girls.” He whispered as he winked at you. 

 You laughed. “Thank you Joon. I’ll be sure to call you!” You told him as you pulled away, and left the restaurant. 

 You quickly walked to your car and got in. Just as you were going to start the car, someone knocked on your window.  You jumped in surprise. You turned to look out your window, and it was none other than your boyfriend Jay. 

 "Y/N we need to talk.“ He told you as he went to open your door, but you quickly locked it. That didn’t amuse Jay too much. "Y/N I’m serious, we need to talk.” He said as he tried to open your door again. 

 You looked at him. “Why were you with her?” You asked him. Jay looked a little taken aback by your question. 

“Y/N she’s part of AOMG. All of us were going out for lunch, and it was my turn to choose where we go. I couldn’t think of any other place except here.” He told you as he tried your door again. “Please y/n just open the door so we can talk. Please.” He begged. 

You bit your lip as you stared at your lap. You slowly unlocked your door. When Jay heard the click of the lock he immediately opened your door. He gently grabbed your face causing you to look at him. 

“Y/N I would never betray you like that.” He told you. “I-I know we haven’t really been in a great place lately.” He sighed. “You know I can tell when you have something you want to talk about. I should’ve just talked with you about your worries, but I was scared about what you wanted to talk about.” He said truthfully. “I was scared you wanted to break up.” He mumbled. 

 Your eyes widened slightly. In a way he had the same worries as you. “I-I thought you didn’t want me anymore since you were always looking at other girls.” You told him. 

 Jay quickly shook his head. “Babe no, that’s not true. I love you. Only you. I know I’ve been a shit boyfriend, but I promise I’ll make it up to you. Just please don’t end things between us.” He said as he gently rubbed your cheek. 

 You smiled. “Jay I love you.” You told him softly causing him to smile. 

He leaned in and gave you a kiss. “I love you to baby.” He mumbled against your lips. He pulled back slightly. “So can we talk about this guy at the restaurant?” He asked you. 

 You laughed. “He’s just a friend. Trust me I’m not his type.” You told Jay as you smiled at him. 

Jay looked confused. “You’d be anyone’s type.” He told you as he winked at you. You rolled your eyes, and playfully pushed him away. “Whatever.” You said as you stuck your tongue out at him. 

 Jay laughed, leaned in and kissed you. “I love you y/n never forget that. I need you in my life.” He whispered to you. 

 "I need you in mine too Jay.“ You whispered back against his lips. 

 Both of you needed each other to be happy in your lives.

*Thank you for requesting this scenario! I really hope you enjoy this scenario as much as you enjoyed the Simon D one! Thank you for being patient with me as well lol! If any of you guys have requests don’t be afraid to ask! I’d be happy to do them! :)*

Alone (Negan x Reader)

Originally posted by princessblackwhite

Summary: You are on your own, surviving until you come across a man with a wired bat in his hand.

Part 2: Not Alone   Part 3: Never Alone

Warnings: Angst, Suicidal Thoughts, Swearing.

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*Hints* Newt x reader

◘ Anonymous asked:

Hii! I love your stories! I keep your notifications on so I wont miss any ❤❤❤ Do you mind writing a story where Newt keeping giving the reader huge hints about him loving her but she’s so oblivious about it so he gets mad? With a bit of angst and huge fluff 😊😊❤ Thank you!! ❤❤❤❤

♦ Thanks, sweetie! I hope you enjoy ^_^  ❤

Newt admired you from his shed, watching as you carefully took care of his bowtruckles. You had been traveling alongside him for the past year as he worked on writing is soon to be done book, Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. You and Newt had met years ago while both attending Hogwarts and quickly became close friends. There had never been anything romantic between the two of you, but for the past few months Newt had begun to notice how he would become nervous around you or tense up at even the slightest touch from you. He found himself most days thinking about you or admiring you from afar. 

A tiny chirp came from Pickett, his bowtruckle who resided in his vest pocket, and he looked down to see the little creature looking from you to him. 

“She is beautiful, isn’t she?” Newt breathed. The smile on his face only widening as he continued to admire you. Pickett chirped again and Newt let out a sigh. “I wish I could tell her how I feel… But I just don’t know the words to say it. It seems like whatever I try, it won’t be enough, ya know?” Newt looked down at his little friend when an idea suddenly hit him. Perhaps he didn’t need to use words.

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“My chest hurts.” His eyes were glossy but he wouldn’t let himself cry anymore. His hair was a mess, and his cheeks were puffy and red. He looked so genuinely sad, and it broke your heart.

"I know, but it will be okay. Just give yourself some time. Want more tea?” You said trying to say cheerfully, but it didn’t matter. You knew Shawn was going to be this heartbroken for a while. He was such a passionate person and so whenever he felt anything, he felt it strongly. He really loved his now ex girlfriend, and watching her leave him, really just broke his heart. I mean, it happens right? Everyone’s bound to get their heart broken at least once in their life, and it’s going to suck, but it still has to happen. The only problem is, it’s already happened to Shawn once, and now it’s happening again. You had been best friends with Shawn since the beginning, and you watched him grow. You watched him be heartbroken about girls like now, and also about small things like losing his favorite guitar pick. You loved him as a friend, but you also loved him romantically. You wished you had the courage to tell him so, and to tell him to stop wasting his time with other stupid girls who seem to only like him for his fame. But your hair was a mess, and you wore band t-shirts with long stained sweaters. Shawn liked beautiful girls with long hair and straight teeth. At least that’s how the last girls looked. It didn’t matter anyway. What mattered right now was how Shawn was feeling. He was broken, and there was nothing you could do.

“I think I’m just gunna take another nap.” He grabbed the blanket and headed for the couch again. But before he sat down you spoke up.

“You know what, why don’t we go do something. You already took like fifty naps Shawn, let’s go out and get some fresh air, no? No more moping around.” You took the blanket from him and put it on the couch.

Shawn just stood there, giving you a look, like he didn’t know what to say. He rubbed his eyes a a couple times before saying, “What would we even do?”

“We could go out to eat, go see a movie. I don’t know, whatever you want.”

“She loved seeing movies.” Shawn spoke quietly and you rolled your eyes. He was going through that phase of a breakup where everything in the world related back to your ex. Earlier that morning Shawn barely drank his tea saying stuff like “She used to drink this exact tea on the balcony at this exact time.” And it broke your heart to see Shawn so sad, but at the same time you really were tired of it.

“Shawn, do me a favor? Okay, we are gunna go out to eat, because I’m hungry okay? But, when we go, and even just now, whenever I talk I want you to listen very carefully to everything I say and just don’t think about her okay?” You said remembering how your friends handled your first heartbreak. They made conversation with you about random things, and snapped in your face whenever they noticed you close your eyes, or look away, meaning you were thinking of something that wasn’t important. You hoped you could think of random topics to talk about with Shawn, and you hoped he would listen.

“Okay.” He said simply, and soon enough the both of you were off to that burger place downtown. It was the only place where Shawn hadn’t gone on some kind of date with his ex. You talked to him about your life and how busy you were lately. You told him about work and school and just everything in between. But eventually you got tired of talking about stuff he mostly already knew.

“You wanna know something?” You said with your mouth full of fries.

“Sure.” Shawn said and ran his hands through his hair, leaning against the table across from you. He was so pretty, and he didn’t even try.

“When I was like 13, I told myself that I’d marry my first boyfriend, that way I wouldn’t have to ever experience heartbreak. Funny right?” You laughed as you wiped the grease from the food off your hands. You weren’t trying to bring up the topic of relationships but you were just being honest, hoping that maybe Shawn would understand that heartbreak is bound to happen even when you try to prevent it.

“You always had that kind of mind. Wish I knew you when you were 13.” Shawn joked, because he knew you when you were only a year older and that’s when you first became friends.

“Can I rant? I think, all day, I’ve been crying about all this, and not actually talking about it and sometimes talking helps. Is it okay if I rant?” Shawn spoke with a rawness in his voice. You loved how honest and real your friendship with him was. So you nodded your head, and he started ranting. Ranting about how beautiful she was, about how he did everything she wanted all the time, about how he thought he was so lucky. It was breaking your heart to see him so sad. It made you realize really what love does to us as humans. It makes us destroy ourselves for someone else, hoping they’ll destroy themselves back for us. And when they don’t, we destroy ourselves even more, thinking it will help. And so here Shawn was, sitting across from you, ripping his own heart out, wishing he could put it on some kind of pretty platter and hand it right over to his ex.

“It’s not fair. How come the people we love most don’t love us back?” He was making circles on the table with his finger, and tapping his foot in the chair.

“Sometimes the people who actually love you, are sitting right in front of you and you just don’t realize it.” You said without even noticing that you were literally sitting in front of Shawn. You were just speaking the truth you heard your friend say to you once.

“What’s that supposed to mean, you got some kind of feelings for me or something?” Shawn was shaking his head and laughing. You looked up from your food and realized what he got out of what you said.

“I never said that, but so what would you say if I did have feelings for you?” You were a little hurt that he was laughing but at the same time you knew that’s how it would end up being anyway. That’s why you never told him how you felt.

“I wouldn’t believe you.”

“Why not?” You sat with your elbows in the table, your chin in the palm of your hands.

“Because you’re you. I dunno.” You were taken back at what he said and you wanted an explanation. You raised your eyebrows and just stared at him.

“I mean like, you’re a rockstar Y/N. You’re out there kicking ass in your colorful socks and band t-shirts. You’re the smartest chick I know and, the way you live your life is just.. It’s different, you’re different. I always guessed you’d like a guy that’s different too. Not me, I’m just your average white kid that happens to be able to sing. Nothing special really, nothing compared to someone like you.” This was the second time now you were taken back by everything Shawn said, and you just sat there staring at him not knowing what to say.

“You seriously think you aren’t special?” Was all you said at first. Shawn just shook his head some more and laughed again.

“You’re Shawn Mendes, you’re the most popular name out there right now, and probably forever. If you weren’t special, you wouldn’t have millions of girls running after you everyday. Don’t fucking sit here and tell me that you’d be surprised if I liked you Shawn. You can call me different but in reality I’m not. I’m just like every other girl out there who’s crazy in love with you and your special ass.” You weren’t saying it in a mean way, you were just being as honest as possible and you surprised yourself at first, but you were sick of pretending that you weren’t in love wth your best friend who sat across from you, mouth wide open.

“You’re in love with me?”

You shrugged your shoulders and stood up from the table getting ready to leave, regretting what you said. You and Shawn walked out in silence and suddenly the cool air hit you and you stood outside, letting the wind blow your hair around.

“I asked you a question back there.” Shawn reminded you of what he said before, but this time he grabbed your shoulder. You turned to look at him.

“Yes Shawn. I’ve been in love with you since day one. Don’t act like you didn’t know.” You pushed your hair behind your ear, hoping you weren’t upsetting Shawn. You stood still for a minute, before you notice Shawn walk closer to you. He was so tall, looking down at you.

His hands were now pushing the other pieces of hair around your face, behind your other ear, and he was looking right at you. He leaned in slowly to kiss you, but you pulled away.

“You’re lonely Shawn. You’re sad. You want someone to kiss and as much as I get that, I’m not letting it happen. I’ll bring you home and you can go back to moping and do whatever you want, but I’m not letting you use me to get rid of your pain okay?” Your face was probably bright red and you could feel your heart beating in your chest, like it was going to jump out and land right in Shawn’s hands. But you didn’t let it. Not this time.

“What do you think I am? Some kind of fuck boy? I wouldn’t kiss someone just for fun Y/N. I did that maybe once. Maybe twice.. But you’re my best friend.”

You stared at him in the cold, and he just stood there staring back at you. The cold air was making his nose pink and his eyes were watering from the wind. You didn’t know what to say, so you just walked over to the car opening to door and getting in. Once you were both seated in the car, Shawn turned on the ignition getting ready to drive before saying, “Sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Was all you could think to say. Shawn started driving and the ride home was quiet. Silent actually, no words. You sang softly to the radio that played but otherwise, there was nothing more between you and Shawn. That was, until you got home. He threw the keys on the table and yelled.

“I fucking love you okay? There, I said it.”

You stood still in your tracks, and you turned to face Shawn.

“Um.. I love you too?” You said and titled your head, before letting out a weak laugh.

“No Y/N. I mean like, like more than that. Of course I never told you because I was too busy being stupid with other girls. But what I said back there, before we got home, it had me thinking.”

“About what?”

“About what I said about how you’re my best friend. I don’t wanna be kissing girls for fun anymore, I wanna be kissing my best friend.” You slowly walked closer to Shawn, watching him as he stood still, his hands in his pockets.

“Really?” You raised your eyebrows, laughing, just in case he was joking.

“Yeah really. Really, really really Y/N.” But he wasn’t joking, his hands were on your neck now, and his breath was warm against your skin. His voice vibrated into your head and soon enough his mouth was on yours. You didn’t stop him this time, instead you kissed back, harder, grabbing his hair and running your fingers through it.

You let out an awkward noise, and you stumbled over the table that was behind you. Shawn pulled away and smiled into your mouth, laughing at you.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a while.” You admitted as you grabbed his hand.

“So have I.”

Hands off

Originally posted by bangtanbighit

Request:
Heey can you do one scenario or text about a jealous tae tae? One guy flirts with his s/o but she hates it?

[I’m sorry if it seems a little rushed]

A night out is what you wanted.

Just a nice date out in the town and out of your apartment. It’s has been awhile since you and taehyung ha actually been on an actual date so you were quite eager when he had called you up to go out. He didn’t say what you’d be doing but nonetheless you were still excited. 


It was almost dark out but the city lights were already shinning so prettily on the streets and the people that crowded it. You smile softly just by the sight of it. Taehyung glances at you and can’t help but smile to. “What are you smiling about?” he says now looking at you.” You face him ”Why are you smiling Keep your eyes on the road,” you turn his face with your finger. “I’m just happy to be spending time with you tonight,” taehyung’s hand reaches for your’s and holds it with a gentile grip. “Me to.”

You two were finally out the car and walked along the pavement passing by all the small shops . “What are we doing?” you asked looking around you. “Well I was hoping that we’d get some food first and then maybe whatever comes to mind after that.”

“This date was unplanned wasn’t it?”

“Yeah pretty much.” 

You laughed with taehyung and hugged his arm, “How about we just stop here for a quick bite,” you pointed at the Korean BBQ that sat between a cafe and Ice cream shop. “You sure you don’t want ice cream?” “I don’t think frozen dairy will fill us up,” you chuckled.

You walked in the BBQ and quickly settled in a booth by a window. Taehyung leans over just a bit to hold your hands and hums with what seemed to be satisfaction. “Ah I’m glad we’re finally out,” a sigh of relief of left his lips. “I know it’s been awhile,” “I’m sorry we haven’t spent time together,” you smiled warmly at your boyfriend “It’s ok-” your assuring words were cut off when a waiter came up to your table with a notepad and pen ready at hand. 

He asked if you were ready to order but since you were distracted with taehyung you two sent him off with an order of your drinks.

“We should probably pick something out, we don’t wan to keep him waiting when he gets back.”


After a nice meal taehyung got up and left to use the bathroom leaving you to scroll through your phone. After a minute or two you received a message from him.

[8:36 PM] TaeTae: Ugh there’s a line 

[8:36 PM] TaeTae: Think you can wait?

[8:37 PM] You: lol it’s fine we’re in no rush

After pressing send someone clears their throat and you looked up to see a young man standing by your table. “Yes?” you said politely thinking that maybe he needed something. 

“Hello,” he gives you a smile and bows slightly. “Oh, um hi?” your brow raised a bit. “I couldn’t help but notice that you were here alone,” “I’m actually here with-” he cuts you off “Is is ok if I sit here?” Before you could protest he takes the seat in front of you. “So what’s a pretty lady like you doing here all alone?” He smirks at you and with that alone you were starting to feel uncomfortable. “I’m here with my boyfriend,” you stated. 

He cocks a brow “Boyfriend huh? I don’t see him around,” “well he’s busy at the moment,” you said. “You’re very cute you know that,” his words made you cringe. “Listen I don’t mean to be rude but I would really like to be left alone.”

He ignores you completely and calls over a waitress to order himself and you a drink. You took this opportunity to text taehyung

[8:52PM] You: babe, we need to go now…

“Hey what are you doing there?” You looked up from your phone and narrowed your eyes at him. “That’s none of your business.” “aren’t being a bit rude to me baby, i only want to get to know you.” You rolled your eyes.

[8:54 PM] Taetae: Um ok but  why?

You read the message and quickly replied

[8:54 PM] You: Just meet me by the front.

You got up from your seat and tried walking past him but he stood up blocking your path. “Where are you going I still want to talk,” “well I don’t.” you tried to pass him but he kept blocking you. “Don’t be like that please,” he begged playfully only to have you scoff at him.

What you didn’t know was that taehyung was watching the scene play out just for a bit when he walked out to see what was going on. The man reached for your hair and tried for your waist but you slapped his hands away not letting him touch you. After seeing the guy’s intentions towards you his eyes darkened and marched right over to you. There was no way in hell he was letting him get away with this.

“Hey what the hell do you think you’re doing!” You spin around hearing taehyung’s deep voice. A wave a relief hit you once seeing your boyfriend but a small chill ran through your body seeing his dark eyes. You knew right then and there he wasn’t happy.

The man looked at taehyung with slightly narrowed eyes. “This has nothing to do with you pretty boy,” “This has a lot to do with me when you’re messing with my girlfriend.” 

Taehyung stepped up to the guy eyeing him with an intimidating glare. “You don’t scare me,” he said trying to hide the slight shakiness in his voice. You watched as they stood face to face and finally realized the scene they were causing. Your hands made their way onto taehyung’s shoulders as a way to calm him. “Babe let’s just go, this isn’t worth a fight.” Taehyung seemed a bit reluctant to back off meaning that it be some sign of weakness but he knew you were right. 

He took your hand and sighed a little “alright let’s go.” You barely pass the guy before he starts to laugh. “You’re really dating this lame excuse of a boyfriend he couldn’t even fight me how is he going to protect you!” he mocked. “Just come to me baby he ain’t n-” and like that he was on the ground taking a punch to the mouth from taehyung. 

“You were saying,” he looked down at him with a clenched fist. The man scrambled to his feet and rushed out angrily and you grabbed tae’s hand and made a quick escape as well.


The walk back to the car was tense for you felt a bit uneasy with boyfriend all  riled up. 

He scoffs suddenly muttering something about the guy from the BBQ you swear you almost hear him growl. “Tae, it’s fine now he’s not a problem anymore and you should now that his words meant nothing.”

“I know that but that’s not what I’m mad about,” “that bastard was all over you god he was piratically drooling,” he made a sound of disgust. Your mouth formed into a little ‘o’ shape and smirked a little. “So you were jealous?”

“Hell yes I was, i’m not afraid to admit it,” he let out an annoyed groan. “I was beyond angry I’d be damned letting another man touch you.” His arm hugged at your waist bringing you closer to him. “I should hold you like this for now on to let the other guys out there know that they need to keep their hands off you.” You laughed a little a kissed his cheek. 

“baby calm down,” you leaned a little closer to his ear “you know I won’t let another touch me but you,” you say teasingly. 

He chokes on his own air and looks at you with big eyes. “Y/n,” you kissed him “what I’m just saying.”


[Bonus]

Once you finally got back home you and tae sat quietly on the sofa with the tv playing some random movie. 

“This night was ruined,” he pouts. “Tae it’s fine,” you hand runs trough his assuringly. “No it’s not I wanted to have a nice night out with you but that got ruined because of that punk.” He sits up from your lap and nuzzles his head in your neck, his hot breath ticking you a bit. “I want to make it up to you.”

“You don’t have to,” 

“But I want to,” you felt him begin to feather kissed along your neck. “and how are you going to make it up to me,” you bit your lip

He pulls back, a smirk forming onto his lips, “I’ll show you.” and with that he lifts you up and carries you off into your room.

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lafayette x reader

prompt: your valentine’s date goes wrong but thankfully your best friend is always there to rescue you.

a/n: i have one more valentine’s day fic for herc till i’m done all my planned valentine’s day fluffs! i’m getting so much done tonight i’m proud

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He was an hour and a half late.

You must have looked like the biggest fool sitting at a table for two alone. Your waiter had come back countless times asking if you were ready to order, but every time you had turned her request down.

You had given up hope a long while ago. You wanted to get up from the table and leave the restaurant, but something told you to stay in your seat and bare through the endless questioning and sympathetic stares that were thrown your way.

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Breaking... Ch.2

A/N: Part two is finally done and it’s pretty long! I have no idea how to make links so if someone could message me and tell me how that would be apreciated ;-; Once I figure that out I’ll put one to part one on here so that no one has to go through my blog. Anyways I hope you enjoy! Here’s all the people who asked to be tagged, if you would also like to be tagged then just shoot me a message and I’ll add you in the next part! @iamnotthrowingawaymyshit @renae-writes 

ok this is my attempt at trying to link this to part one

Part one

Word count: 3965 (oh)

Warnings: Anxiety/Panic attacks, allusions to sexual assault, more cursing(there will never not be curing)


Breaking Promises

             There was no way, this was literally physically impossible. No Y/N, what are you crazy?  Of course you didn’t travel back in time! There had to be some sort of explanation to this! Yet for some reason you couldn’t help your mind wander to that possibility. What if you had actually gone back in time? How would that even be possible? What are the consequences to you being here? How much have you changed by just breathing where you weren’t supposed to? More pressing, how would you get back if this was all real? This couldn’t be real, maybe you fell in some weird coma dream after that guy shot you. Hell maybe you were dead. You hadn’t even noticed how tight you were clutching your chest, how heavy and painful your breathing was.

             Everyone had their eyes glued to you, Eliza was holding onto your shoulders to help you stand. Angie and the two little boys looked scared about what was happening. Alexander looked like he was trying to keep his composure but his eyes were searching for answers. You could see their lips moving but it took a few moments before you could actually hear them. Eliza’s voice flooded over you first, it sounded diluted, almost washed out.

“Y/N! Dear, you’re safe, you have nothing to fear.” Her voice snapped you back slightly, only enough to the point where you could actually look at her. She was simply glad that you were finally being responsive.

“Yes, that’s it now. I am here, we are here. I’m going to count; focus on what I’m saying. Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf…” She kept going, your head bobbing ever so slightly to the numbers but every time you thought you were about to calm down another thought came to mind. What if I really am dead? If I’m not, then how do I get back home? Can I even get home? Am I stuck here for the rest of my life?! Eliza looked over at Alexander frantically, he looked you in the eyes as his voice replaced Eliza’s. His was more clear than Eliza’s was.

“Miss Y/N, if you can hear me I would like to ask you to please nod your head.” You were able to do so and nodded slowly, a small bit of relief could be seen in his eyes.

“Very good, now take a deep breath with me.” He breathed in and you were able to shakily follow along. Eliza joined in with her husband, her voice was no longer hushed like it was before. Her voice was soft and comforting, she was a mother after all. A good one too if we’re being historically accurate. She was able to guide you through breathing well enough as to where you no longer were shaking, that was good. You fixed your posture and Eliza loosened her grip on you, for the first time in who knows how long you were able to speak.

“I’m, I’m sorry…” Your voice was feeble and weak, everyone’s gazes softened.

“Do not worry dear, you have nothing to apologize for.” Eliza said reassuringly.

“I have not seen anyone react to anything like that since the war. I do not know exactly what I said that upset you, but you should not be sorry, if anything I am sorry.” Alexander stated, his eyes completely focused on you to ensure that you wouldn’t regress.  You nodded along, your head aching, not quite the same way it was earlier but still debilitating. You rubbed your forehead with the palm of your hand before taking one last deep breath. Okay, this is real, at least in some capacity it is. I really don’t want to think I’m dead so I should put that thought on hold for now. I’m standing in front of Alexander Hamilton, the very first Secretary of Treasury, the guy on the $10 bill. If I really have gone back in time, then I have to be careful. I could literally change all of history if I meddle around at all, hell even existing here is probably screwing everything up. Stupid Butterfly Effect. You made a silent promise to yourself to not break history; it was probably for the best anyway.

             Opening your eyes, you saw Alexander and Eliza standing in front of you with worried eyes and downturned lips. These people, they don’t know who you are or how bad is it that you’re there. They don’t know anything about you and yet they treat you like a dear friend. You at the very least needed to thank them.

“Mr. and Mrs.…Hamilton I, I just wanted to say thank you for helping me, you know, calm down. That hasn’t exactly happened in a while…” You weren’t lying, it’s been a long time since you had a freak out like that. Not since graduation if I’m remembering correctly.

“My dear, there is no need to thank us. But you seem to be under a lot of stress, perhaps you need to take a break?” Eliza asked. Are we running away for the summer to go upstate? Shit, Y/N this is not the time for musical references! Pull yourself together! You allow yourself a moment to scream internally before responding.

“That won’t be necessary, I’ll be fine in just a second. Maybe we could sit down or something?” Wow that sounded dumb. Nice job trying to deflect yourself from the situation!

“Yes, perhaps that’s-“ Alexander started to speak before he was interrupted by a familiar, female voice.

“My apologies Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton but I wanted to inform you of Philip’s arrival…” Rachel locked eyes with you. “Miss Y/N! What’s wrong, did something happen?” She asked worriedly. She was standing in front of the now open front door, you could hear the sound wheels and some odd clacking from outside.

“Yeah, I’m fine Rachel, don’t worry.” You smiled at her meekly. Just as you were finishing your sentence a figure stepped up behind Rachel. He slid past her in the door way and his eyes scanned the room, his gaze finally fell onto you.

“Ah, Philip! Back later than usual aren’t we my son?” Alexander interjected with slight suspicion. Eliza patted him lightly on the arm before smiling at the young man making his way towards us. Wait… Philip? As in Philip Hamilton, the ray of sunshine in the midst of darkness? The sweet sunshine boy!

“There he is! My drop of sunshine! How was class today, love?” Eliza beamed. Oh praise we were right! The name is canon! His eyes never left you as he made his way over.

“Fine, class went well as always, mother… More importantly however, who might this lovely lady be?” Oh, of course this is coming from Mr. Let’s-strip-down-to-our-socks. I may indeed look good in my frocks but it is not happening today sir! He stops in front of you, holding out his hand with his palm facing up. He bows lightly and introduces himself.

“As for myself, I am Philip Hamilton.” He spoke with a slight chuckle and a sly grin. It took a second for you to realize you were supposed to give him your hand. You placed your hand on his palm, raising your hand to his lips he pressed a ‘polite’ kiss to your knuckle. This cheeseball really thinks he’s being slick, huh? You did your best to keep a straight face.

“My name is Y/N, it’s a pleasure to meet you, um, Philip was it?” You tried to hint that you were not interested. He stood back up with that grin still plastered on his face. You could finally get a good look at him as he stood in front of you. His slightly curled hair paired with the freckles splattered on his face reminded you of a piece by Jackson Pollock. Autumn Rhythms. His clothes were similar to his father’s but with color and fit were slightly different. The color itself was interesting, from far away it seemed to be grey but up close it looked to be more of a dull cyan.

“Yes, it is Philip, and if I may be so forward I’d like to say that your name is quite possibly as lovely as you.” This little shit, sunshine my ass, more like fuckboy. Wait a second was he the original fuckboy? Oh God no The Founding Fuckboys. You decided to stop thinking about that and try to look as serious as possible for someone thinking of ‘The Founding Fuckboys’ as a phrase used for the fathers of our country. You pulled your hand away and folded your arms behind your back, giving a sardonic smile towards his general direction. Alexander cleared his throat.

“Philip, my son, we were discussing some rather pressing matters before you arrived.”

“Oh? What matters exactly?” Philip questioned.

“I believe it would be best for us to sit down at the table first, supper is ready after all.” Eliza touched your arm gently before turning her attention to Rachel, who had stayed surprisingly silent throughout the conversation. Both of them turned to head down a separate hall, Alexander and the children followed them and just as you were about to join them Philip tapped you on the shoulder.

“Miss Y/N, as the eldest son, it would be politest of me to escort you to the table.” He held out his arm for you to take. Seriously? Okay, at this point this is just getting ridiculous.

“Thank you Philip, I’m sure it would be polite of you to lead me down a hallway, but I can walk myself just fine thank you.” You started to walk away with a bit of annoyance, you stopped and turned to look back at Philip. He looked shocked, not upset or angry, just shocked. You decided to add something to even the playing field slightly.

“Also, Mr. Hamilton, calling me Miss seems a bit formal. Just call me Y/N, after all I’m probably around the same age as you.” Although you were still a bit annoyed by his previous attempts to flirt when you clearly weren’t interested, you couldn’t help feeling a little sorry about how dejected he looked. You gave him a friendly smile and you could literally see his shoulders relax. Wow, was he really that tensed up? His surprised expression was quickly changed to one of intrigue. He folded his arms behind his back and spoke up once more, even his voice sounded more relaxed.

“Very well then… Y/N, forgive me, my behavior was not very becoming of me. If you could find it in yourself to pardon me for my actions, then I would be greatly appreciative.” His voice was softer and genuinely apologetic.

“You’re forgiven, now we should probably follow the others. Don’t want to miss dinner right?” You chuckled and turned back around to walk down the short hallway. Philip jogged up to walk beside you, a soft laugh escaping him as he approached. The two of you walked toward the dining room, Philip making offhand jokes about his parents along the way. Everyone was already sitting and adjusting themselves to be more comfortable by the time you had gotten there. Angie’s head perked up when you stepped into the room and when she noticed Philip at your side a mischievous grin replaced her innocent smile.

“Ooooh! Philly’s found his beloved!” She teased happily. You couldn’t help but laugh at her antics. What did Alexander call her earlier? Sunshine girl? Yeah, she’s the real sunshine in this house.

“Angelica, please, it’s rude to insinuate such things.” He buried half his face in one of his hands, you could tell he was a little embarrassed.  Oh siblings, the only people who are allowed to ruin your day. You walked to an empty seat at the table, Philip was about to pull the seat out for you but he stopped himself.

“Sorry, force of habit.” He shrugged with a smile before making his way to the other side of the table to sit across from you. You shook your head and rolled your eyes. Well, at least his little shit levels are manageable. What a dork. On the table you saw some sort of bread? It looks like bread but it’s got a funny shape to it. A few older women came out of a set of doors, their clothes were similar to yours and they were carrying bowls in their hands. A bowl was set down in front of everyone, when yours came you could finally see what it was. Some kind of stew? Honestly why am I surprised, New York was prominently Dutch during the colonial era. Wow I really am majoring in history aren’t I?

“Y/N dear, I know you’ve been having…a rather trying day so you do not have to tell us what happened quite yet. But if you think that you are well enough then we will listen.” Eliza cooed. What happened? What is she… Oh shit this is bad. I showed up on their doorstep with blood pouring from my head and definitely not wearing the proper attire for the century. Not only that but I’ve been saying things willy-nilly, how the hell am I supposed to explain my situation? You looked up to see Philip staring at you, not so much at you actually but at the bruise on the side of your forehead. Did he not notice it until now? Okay, if I tell them I don’t want to talk about it I’ll just have to do it later. I need to think of something now while I remember everything I’ve said in the past few hours. Come on, four years of Drama Club don’t fail me now! You took a deep breath to ease your rapidly beating heart.

“It’s fine Eliza, it’s probably best to get this off my chest now rather than later.” You cleared your throat. Alright, keep it simple and easy to remember.

“I’m from upstate New York, although I haven’t lived there for some time. When sickness came through downtown, my father decided I was to move down to North Carolina. I’m the only child that survived to adulthood so it was rather important that I stay as far away from the illness as possible.” Yes! Off to a good start! Everyone at the table was fully invested in what you had to say. They know that I can read, that’s what Eliza meant when she said she was surprised that I was educated. Only wealthy people were well off in education. I’m going to have to explain that.

“Honestly, my father is the one to thank for my wellbeing. He insisted that I have the best education; my mother was educated as well. I learned to read and write. He also made sure I had an appreciation for art as well as music. Though I must confess, I always had an infinity for politics and history. And my father indulged those interests.” Alexander seemed to take the most interest in what you were saying. Shit, I’m running low on ideas… Okay, Okay, what’s left? How I got here and why… Grand Finale I guess? I don’t know what to say… Fuck, this is going to get personal, I have no other options here. You swallowed the lump in your throat.

“Unfortunately, my parents passed from the disease last year. Land and money can’t be passed down to unmarried women so once word of their deaths went around I had several…visitors.” Damn it all.

“There was…one in particular that was, uh, a bit more aggressive than the others. I came back to try and get away from him but he found me. I was lucky to escape before anything really serious could happen.” You couldn’t help but look away from the eyes staring at you.

Eliza was the first one to break the silence. She swiped at her eyes and, after clearing the lump that formed in her throat during your story, she pushed her chair back and rounded the table to get to you. Eliza enveloped you into a warm embrace.

“Oh, you dear, sweet child. How horrible! No lady should ever be put into that situation. And no gentleman should ever press his advantages. I cannot even imagine! No wonder you were in such a disarray when you arrived.” You were taken aback for a moment but you couldn’t help it when you hugged her back. She pulled away and smiled warmly, smoothing down your hair with one hand. Alexander slowly stood up and walked to stand beside his wife.

“I believe I speak for all of us when I say that we would be honored for you to stay here with us.” He said with a proud smile. How are they so nice? Eliza nodded in agreement.

“Yes, Alexander is right. We’ll have a room set up for you in no time.” You didn’t know what to say for a second. You felt guilty for lying to them, even if they weren’t total lies and you knew you couldn’t actually tell the complete truth. All you need is a place to stay until the threads of time shove you back to the time where you belong.  Until then you need to lie low and try not to destroy the space time continuum. Easy, no problem at all.

“You’re too kind to me Eliza, thank you both so much.” You smiled as wide as you could manage but you knew your eyes were still downcast.

“Now I’m sure none of us want to exhaust you anymore so if you need to talk to any of us we will gladly do so. For now, let us all relax and eat supper, you must be starving dear.” Eliza ran her thumb across your cheek before her and Alexander went back to take their seats. You sat down and looked at the seat across from yours. Philip sat silently for a second until your eyes met. He didn’t look at all like he did earlier, no cheeky grin, no playful shine in his eyes, it was all replaced with something that resembled being distraught. He mouthed a sentence to you so that no one could hear him.

“May I speak with you later?”

“Of course, Philly” You mouthed, giving him a weak smile. Eliza and Alexander sat back down in their seats, an oddly comfortable silence filled the room. You looked around to make sure there wasn’t some specific way to eat the food, you settled with just trying to eat it as quickly and quietly as possible. That was kind of hard though, once you took a bite you realized how right Eliza was. You felt like you hadn’t eaten in days. Eliza filled the silence.

“Alexander, love, how was work today?” She smiled at Alexander, he didn’t seem to be happy though.

“He doesn’t even have a real job… Washington should have done something about him.” Was all that you were able to comprehend through his angry mumbles. Eliza heaved a sigh.

“We talked about this Alexander, John Adams has a job. And while we’re at it you must remember that George is no longer in office, he is back in Virginia, Adams is our president now.” Eliza explained. Wait, didn’t he say earlier that he worked under Washington? How can he work under him when Adams is in office?

“Betsy, I refuse to accept that that man is the leader of the country I fought for! He’s arrogant, ignorant and anti-charismatic!” Wow, he really didn’t like Adams did he? I guess I can’t blame him too much, no one really liked him as a follow-up to Washington.

“If that scoundrel thinks that he has the right to call me “Creole Bastard” than he is utterly mistaken!” Alexander spat. That fat motherfucker. Eliza coughed, practically choking on the tea she was sipping, Angie was staring at you with wide eyes, Philip and Alexander had wide grins stretched across their faces. Philip actually looked like he was trying with every ounce of strength in his body to not laugh. Why are they all looking at me like that?

“What did you just say?” Alexander asked with a sort of twinkle in his eyes. Oh no, what did I… Shit did I say that out loud?

“Uh, what? Did I say something?” You shoved a piece of bread into your mouth so that you wouldn’t be able to say anything else. This isn’t good, not only did I just make a reference out loud but it was also something that you probably didn’t hear women say! Nice job with trying to keep a low profile Y/N! Alexander and Philip both started to laugh hysterically.

“A fat motherfucker? That is a rather astute way to describe him actually!” Alexander howled.

“That is quite the slur, I have never heard someone say something such as that so casually!” Philip snorted. Eliza slapped Alexander on the arm and stared menacingly at Philip.

“Alexander! Do not use that sort of language around the children!” I never knew that you could yell quietly until now, Eliza you truly are impressive! You haphazardly ate the bread that was in your mouth, everything was happening so fast, you didn’t even realize how red your face had gotten.

“I am so, so sorry Eliza! That was extremely improper of me!” Eliza shook her head, giving another sigh.

“It is alright Y/N, my husband and son are also at fault for reacting in such a way. Dear, would it be alright if I asked you to watch your speech, at least around the little ones.” Her voice wasn’t quite unpleasant in that moment, it just sounded like a mom who wanted to make sure her children didn’t say something wrong. Which is exactly what she was. How do mom’s sound so nice yet so threatening at the same time? You nodded in a rather exaggerated manner.

“Of course! No problem at all, I’m really sorry…” You ran a hand through your hair to shake it out slightly. Note to self, never cross Eliza. Mom skills too great.

Supper finished relatively quickly after that, Angie and the little boys from earlier plus one more you didn’t recognize were the first to scamper off. Eliza stood up after a little bit and excused herself, she said that she would be in the garden for a little while. Now that you think about it, even for the time period, her clothes were still a bit off. Her dress was almost flat in the front, not figure hugging like most of the clothes in the 18th century, in fact the cloth seemed to pull away from her body. Weird. Alexander coughed softly to get your attention.

“I apologize again Miss Y/N, I promised you talks of literature during supper. If you would like you may join my son and I in the study. Not only can we discuss Shakespeare, as my daughter has told me you enjoy, but we might also converse on our…mutual distaste for…President Adams” Alexander’s voice strained as he said the last two words. Philip looked at you expectantly, he gave you a comforting smile.

“That sounds wonderful, I’d love to join you.” You sat up from your seat and began to follow Alexander down the hall. You matched your pace with Philip’s so that you would walk side by side. He looked down at you and nudged your arm. Looking up at him to see what he wanted he turned his gaze away, pretending he hadn’t done a thing. You chuckled softly and repeated what he did, he gave you a similar response.

All I have to do is not change history, simple right?

When We Lived Happily Ever After

Here is Part Twelve…the final part to “Our Love Story”  

Pairing: Jared x Reader
Words:   1001

Read When We Met
Read When We Hid Our Feelings
Read When We Admitted Our Feelings
Read When We Fell In Love
Read When We Got Scared
Read When We Got Engaged
Read When We Got Married
Read When We Got The News
Read When We Adopted Our Baby
Read When We Beat The Odds
Read When We Welcomed Baby Number Two

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         You heard giggling coming from the playroom and couldn’t help but smile. Three little giggles filled your house on a daily basis and it was the most amazing thing you could have ever imagined.

           You left the kitchen for just a second to go see what the kids were up to. You stood in the doorway as Ryker, Ryann, and Ryland sat at their little table coloring. Ryker was now six, Ryann was five, and little Ryland was only three. You had adopted Ryland when he was a baby like you had with Ryker. He was the perfect addition to your family and you knew you were blessed with three amazing children.

           “Mommy, look!” Ryann said, holding up the picture she was coloring. It was a puppy that she was coloring multiple colors.

           “That’s beautiful, Baby Girl,” you said.

           “Mine too?” Ryland asked, pointing to the parrot that had colorful scribble marks all over it.

           “Beautiful, Baby,” you said. And then you looked at Ryker’s picture. It was a bear that he was actually coloring fairly accurately, “That’s wonderful, Ryker.”

           He smiled proudly, “Thanks, Mommy!”

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Undeniable Heat Chapter 9: The Date

Jensen Ackles x Reader

1500 Words

Chapter Summary: It was finally time for your date with Jensen Ackles.

Story Summary: You’ve just gotten a job as one of the makeup artists on the set of Supernatural. Nervous on the first day, you become completely awkward, winning the affection of the divorced Jensen Ackles. You try to fight your desire for him, but he thwarts you at every turn. Will you be able you separate work and play, or will you let Jensen win?

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It was only two hours until your date, and you could feel yourself growing nervous, second guessing yourself for saying yes. You never had the greatest luck with dates, and you were afraid this one would go as the rest, down the drain. And you really didn’t want that to happen, because it was Jensen, and seemed like a really good man. And if it did go south, you hoped it wouldn’t mess up your working relationship.

There had been a couple of times throughout the long day that you had considered marching to his apartment, and canceling the date. But each time you held back, another part of yourself beyond excited to see where this went. That’s why you let yourself relax in a bath, pampering yourself with scented bath oils, making sure your legs were silky smooth. You had soft music playing in the background, and along with your favorite candles it did the trick, and you felt much more relaxed and ready for the evening.

Before you could turn into a prune, you slipped out of the luxurious bathtub, pulling on your robe, before you began the task of applying make up. It was true, you were a make up artist, but because you dealt with it on a daily basis, and in a lot of quantity, you usually applied the minimum to yourself. But tonight you wanted to look special, so you took your time, applying a light coat of foundation, along with the rest of the works.

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Clingy - Joe Sugg

Pairing: Joe Sugg & Y/N
Words: 1.1k+
Warning(s): none
Request/Summary:  Can you make an imagine where the boys was making fun of Joe and calling him whip and teasing him while you’re sitting on his lap, cuddling with him? Thanks!!
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You had arrived at VidCon yesterday. However, you spent majority of the day being sick from the travel and sleeping due to the time difference.
You were there because you were a content creator, you made YouTube videos that ranged from skits to beauty videos to vlogs. You loved what you did and were glad that you could share it with your closest friends and your boyfriend, Joe.

You were currently in a queue for a nearby restaurant with a large group of the so-called buttercream squad along with Zoe, Alfie, Louise etc. Due to the large number in your group, you were waiting outside until your table was ready, and although you were in California in one of the warmest times of the year, there was still a slight breeze.

Joe had sat down on a low wall that was beside the entrance with the rest of the boys while you stood and chatted to Zoe and Louise about everything that was going to happen in the next coming days.
After finishing your chat with them you looked over to Joe who was already staring at you, however he didn’t break eye contact when you caught him, just smiling when your eyes met. He jerked his head to the side slightly, calling you over with no words.
When you made it over in front of him, he pulled you down onto his lap, wrapping his arms around you tightly, pressing kisses to your temple.
“You alright love?” you questioned him, not used to him being so needy.
“The wall’s cold.” He answered simply, rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand.
Smiling, you accepted his answer, although you knew there was a different one.
He loosened his grip around you, but instead of letting you go he placed one on the small of your back, running his fingers in random directions, making shapes and writing nonsense words. With his other hand, he placed it on your thigh that was exposed from the sundress that you were wearing, gently running his fingers over the hem of the dress and up and down the lower part of your thigh. He rested his chin on the top of your shoulder after placing a kiss on the top of your arm, closing his eyes briefly in content.
“You comfy over there Joe?” the teasing voice of Caspar came from beside him.
Joe turned his head to face him, not verbally replying but he nodded his head, a smile on his face.
Caspar made a noise of acceptance but turned to the other boys smirking.

When a waitress came out to get you when your table was ready, you got up from Joe’s lap, smoothing out your dress. As you turned towards the doors you felt a warm hand intertwine with yours, a thumb running across the back of your hand comfortingly. You looked up, of course seeing that it was Joe. You laughed slightly at his constant need for affection tonight, a side that he usually didn’t show.
You heard whispering and giggles come from behind you as you walked into the restaurant.
You felt your and Joe’s hands being parted, a new, colder hand replacing it. You looked over and saw that Jack had separated you, holding onto both of your hands in between the two of you.
You looked at each other with confusion, looking back to the boy.
“Too much PDA.” He replied simply.

Dinner finished without a fault, although Joe was out of his bubble a bit more than he had been previously, he was still right by your side where ever you went, helping you with your order and rubbing your hand under the table when you talked about not feeling well.
After paying the bill, you all were on your way back in the general direction of the hotel. The boys asking if anyone wanted to head out to a club with them.
Joe pulled on your hand, making you come closer to him. He let go of your hand when you got close enough, wrapping his arm around your waist instead.
He brought his lips close to your ear, asking if you wanted to go out with them all quietly.
You declined, saying how you wanted a quiet night in, but he was free to go out with them if he wanted to.
“We’re just gonna head back to the hotel.” Joe answered the boys for you.
You looked up at him quickly, “You sure you want to stay in?”
He nodded his head, pulling you in tighter against his side.

You heard the boys making a whiplash sound, laughing amongst themselves about the oldest of them staying in with his girlfriend rather than going out with his friends.
“You’re whipped mate.” Mikey said, hitting him on the arm lightly before running on to catch up with the rest of the boys.
You walked with Zoe, Alfie, and Louise back to the hotel you were staying in.

Luckily your rooms were opposite each other so you said goodbye, hugging the others before you went back to your rooms.
Zoe was the last to hug you, wrapping you up in her small arms, and began to whisper in your ear.
“I’m glad Joe has found someone like you, I’ve never seen him look at someone like he has you.”
She pulled back, smiling and going back into her shared room with Alfie.

You walked back into your room that you shared with Joe, seeing him sitting on the edge of the bed, scrolling through his phone.
Setting your bag on the desk, you walked over in front of him, carding your fingers through his soft hair.
He locked his phone, setting it down beside him and wrapped his fingers around the tops of your thighs, pulling you closer so that you stood in between his legs. You rested your hands on his shoulders, gazing down at the boy you had fell in love with.
“What’s got you so clingy tonight, hm?” you asked him.
He shrugged his shoulders, “Just thinking about things.”
“What sort of things?” you asked softly, not wanting to push him if he didn’t want to answer.
“You, the future, mainly you.” He replied, a small smile gracing his face when he looked up at you.
He pulled you down on top of him so that you were straddling him, placing his hands on your waist to steady you while your hands linked behind his head.
He leaned in, your lips coming in contact with each other, small sparks and a pleasant comforting feeling bubbling in your tummy.
“I love you.” He mumbled against your lips.

Too Good to be True

Title: Too Good to be True

Characters: William Gallagher (P.S. I Love You) x You/Reader

Synopsis: You fall in love with William everyday. Even after being married for three years now.

Warnings: NSFW, smut and a whole lotta fluff!

Note: Based on that JDM dream I had the other night! I didn’t dream the entire thing though, just parts of it. *wiggles eyebrows* y’all probs know which ones made it into my dream looooool. Hope you guys enjoy my first ever William fic!

Also, if y’aint interested please feel free to ignore this as I am too lazy to separate my tag list per character lmao. Sorry!

Originally posted by kazosa

You were woken up by the soft lips pressing against your neck, showering your skin with feathery kisses that slightly tickled you. Giggling, you turned around and faced your husband, William.

“Morning, love.” He lovingly said as he moved your hair away from your face. “Happy third anniversary.” He immediately added before moving closer.

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