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Request-Hey if you are still doing request I’ve got one for ya! Harry Hook x reader who is Dizzy’s older sister. Who won’t let some pirate take her little sisters hard earned money. Now matter how attractive he is.😉 Just some one who could square off with Harry in a battle of words would be cool.

Sure thing, @ouraliceandthecatthings

I’m just gonna slip this in like I haven’t been MIA for who knows how long. Enjoy!

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Summary-No one steals from your little sister, especially the annoying, yet very attractive, Harry Hook.

Today was the busiest it had ever been in your grandmother’s salon, Curl Up & Dye. Though it meant great business, it also meant a lot of work needed to be done to close up. You kept sweeping up the bundles of tangled hair scattered on the ground, scooping it into a dust pan and storing it for later to create wigs out of. To save money, as your grandmother put it.

Peering over your shoulder, you watched as your little sister danced around to whatever soundtrack she managed to dig up, her colorful pigs tails bouncing in time to the beat in her headphones, as well as the duster in her hand. You smiled at her, admiring her playful personality, one you wished you had.

The Isle worked under a strict, cut-throat system: there was those who terrorized, and then those you were terrorized. You learned quickly how to ensure your survival, mostly by hiding in the walls of your house, but you knew how to defend yourself if need be. But when it came to Dizzy, she was your number one priority. Although she had come in contact with some of the horrors the Isle had to offer, she was still quite young to fully understand what life on the Isle was really like. But you made sure to protect your little sister, no matter who or what tried to harm her. 

She was the only person that mattered.

It was late when everything was done. You had packed up the brooms and dusters into their correct spots and proceeded to collect the other items in need to be put in their proper locations. Your cleaning stopped, however, upon hearing the plastic drapes being opened and the all too familiar accented voice soon after.

“Alright, ya little runt, hand it all over.”

Harry.

You rolled your eyes from your hiding spot within the linen closet, soon fixing them on the tall frame leaning against the counter by an annoyed Dizzy.

His traditional attire fit him well, the red leather of his coat correlating with his tan complexion, along with his hat that covered his dark hair. He was preoccupied with his hook, waiting for Dizzy to follow his instructions and give him what he came for. Dizzy seemed irritated with the new intruder, but proceeded without question to open the cash register and pull out all her hard earned money.

Over my dead body, you thought.

Before Dizzy gave the money over, you had snatched it from her hand, resuming it to its place in the register.

“Do ya mind?” you heard Harry seethe at you as you kept on with your task. By now, he had turned his body over, gripping the counter to maintain his balance. 

Dizzy looked between you and the raving pirate, her expression one of worry. You nodded at her, assuring her everything would be fine.

“Hey!” You looked up, eyes piercing into his bright blue ones, now glazed over with anger. “I believe I asked ya a question.”

Tilting your head, you spoke, “Yes, and I believe I ignored it.”

If you thought Harry was angry before, he was fuming at this point. His jaw clenched, making the veins of his neck stick out. The sleeveless coat allowed his muscles to tense up in his frustration, fingers curling around the end of the counter, and his hook scratching into the surface of it. His breaths became shallow and low, almost husky, trying to regain his previous persona, but it was long gone once you spoke. After a brief moment, he took a large exhale and began to chuckle to hims elf, and straightened his posture to his full height. He smirked, and then beamed a full smile down at you. Yours gazes met intensely, challenging each other. Daring the other to blink first. He broke the trance first, though, letting his eyes wonder down your frame and back up. Blue irises, now holding mischief within them, flickered between your E/C eyes, and then your lips.

“Ya didn’t tell me you had a sister, runt,” he grinned, still looking at you rather then addressing your sister. You held your arm out to Dizzy, keeping her behind you as her human shield. Harry only laughed at this. “She’s very protective of ya, ain’t she?”

“Y-Y/N,” Dizzy stuttered, holding onto your arm tighter, as if you’d disappear.

“Y/N? Huh, well isn’t that a pretty little name.”

“What do you want?” You asked him, allowing your annoyance to escape through your voice. “I’ve got stuff to do and I’d rather not have to deal with anymore delinquents in my store.”

Harry fingered his hook, either to scare you, or impress you, but it got neither reaction out of you. It just made you more annoyed. He continued to smile, and leaned down on his forearms. “Well, I was ‘bout to collect me some money from this here half-pint, until a certain H/C girl stopped me from doing so.” His hook grazed along your said H/C hair, following it as each strand fell from the curve of his weapon, almost mesmerized by it.

You jolted him back, snatching his wrist and pinning it to the counter.

“Don’t call my sister a half-pint, or a runt, and don’t ever touch me again. Got it.”

He nodded his head, and smiled. “As you wish.”

He bit his lip, hard. You watched as the pink flesh began swell slightly from the pinch, now turning red and flushed. The scene seemed so inappropriate to you, and yet so erotic at the same time. You bit your tongue to prevent the vulgar thoughts circling your mind about his red lips. How plump they looked. How he swept his tongue along them. How they would feel against yours if you just-

“Y/N,” you heard him coo, bringing you back to reality. “Can you release me now? Please?”

You shivered at the way he spoke, reciting please like a question, yet as a plea against it as well. The skin touching his felt hit now, as did the atmosphere around you. It made you light headed. 

Letting him go, you watched as Harry rubbed it with his other hand, his wrist now red from your firm hold on it. He caressed it delicately, eyeing you as he did. He grinned once more, making his way towards the painted drapes of the salon. “Until next time.”

With a final turn, he slid his arm across the counter, knocking off every object to the ground with a thump or crash. Chuckling once more, he pushed through the entrance and was gone.

You lingered at the entrance longer than you had anticipated, studying the way the drapes fluttered still in reaction to the body that just departed through them. You looked down at your hand, remembering the weird burning sensation you felt when touching his skin. while you were busy staring aimlessly at your hand, Dizzy had already gone to the closet to get a broom and dust pan, and began to sweep up the broken items on the ground.

You took the cleaning materials from here, and kissed the top of her head, and shooed her upstairs to get some sleep. She obeyed, soon leaving you alone with the the broom, dust pan, shards of glass.

A/N: Working out some own ideas to hopefully be able to start writing prompts again!!! Please bear with me. Thank you in advance for your patience. <3

Ship: Aaron Marquis x Reader

Word count: 1842

Summary: Sometimes, when you think the world is against you, it’s actually doing you a favour.

A/N: What’s this? RJ?? Filling out a prompt from the list they asked for in JANUARY??? I know. I’m sorry. I’m trying! But as you’re about to see, sometimes they just get away from me, lol. Shoutout to @christopherdemarais for this prompt!! I had a lot of fun with it!!! (also guess which character was based off someone in my actual childhood lmao)

Ship: Tyler Coe x Reader

Word count: 8364

Summary: You’ve always led a life of monotony, until someone new shakes things up.

So…I had this idea, and I’m just winging it here. I hope you enjoy this!

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Summary-You and Doug have been best friends for a long time, but Doug starts to spend more time with Evie, you become jealous and say you’re with Jay. 

You sighed as to pressed you back against your dorm door, letting it close with a small click.

Laying on your bed, you let the events of the day replay in your head, the most memorable moments repeating in your mind as you smiled at them once again.

But there was one particular event you wished you could erase from your day.

“So, are you coming over later tonight?” You had asked, “to study for the test?” Doug looked up from his book laid against the picnic table, regaining his composure after being pulled out of whatever place the novel had taken him and his imagination to.

Doug Dopey, son of Dopey the Dwarf, your best friend for years, and your biggest crush. He was the only guy to make you feel as if nothing on the planet existed besides the two of you with just a simple look your way. Whenever you went in his dorm, you couldn’t help but admire the way he would concentrate so hard on his assignments, or the way he’d slide his glasses back to the bridge of his nose when they began to fall down. His collared shirts and bow ties made your heart flutter at how he managed to look so nerdy yet attractive at the same time. You loved when he gelled back his brown hair, watching his green eyes glow with excitement over the topic you were discussing in your classes together. But whenever you were alone in his dorm, he’d let his hair fall before his eyes, sitting back in a relaxed position that no one but you had the privilege of seeing him in.

You had all his best qualities pinpointed, all making you fall more and more whenever they arose. The gummy smile he beamed at you whenever you watched him perform in the marching band, or the pink hue that rose on his cheeks when you complimented his outstanding abilities and talents. You even began to notice the twinkle in his eyes when he kept them looking right into your E/C ones, keeping the contact there and giving him your undivided attention. Just the way he spoke with a mature and intelligent tone made him the most desirable person you’d ever met.

“I would,” he had responded, “but I promised Evie that I’d help her study for it.”

Evie Queen, Daughter of the Evil Queen, new girl from the Isle, and Doug’s biggest crush. Though he never confessed his feelings for her, it was very obvious. Ever since she arrived to Auradon, the pink glow on his cheeks never left. His mature tone vanished when he stuttered over every word he tried to speak to her, explaining the subjects that he, when he explained them, suddeu had no interest in. Twirling her blue hair around her finger was enough for him to melt into a puddle at her feet. And to make matters worse, it was obvious she was starting to like him too.

“Oh,” you had said, trying to hide your disappointment at the news. “Okay, that’s fine, I’ll just get Jay to help me then.”

“Jay?” Doug had said, his voice going up an octave higher than usual. That only ever happened to him when he 1) felt nervous, 2) was lying, 3) felt threatened, or 4) jealous. Normally, you could read him like a children’s book, easily and without any trouble. Now, his expression was like a foreign language, or Shakespeare.

“Yeah, Jay.” You quirked an eyebrow at him, watching his expression for something to identify this new mood Doug had got himself trapped in. “Are you okay?”

“I-I’m fine,” he stuttered. He straightened his bow tie before going back to the world of his novel.

“What’s wrong with Jay?” You had questioned him before allowing him to read the rest of his book.

“Nothing,” Doug simply said. “Just didn’t expect you to pick him to study with you.”

You looked at him a little more, still checking for any possible sign that announced his bluff, but nothing showed. You just rested your arms on the table, chin against them as you glanced at Doug, watching the slight breeze blow through the few strands of hair that hishair gell had failed to keep down. Hoping to get a reaction out of Doug, began to ramble on. “Well, Jay is attractive, plus the mysterious personality, and the bad boy persona. Why wouldn’t I want him to help me study? A lot can happen after one study date, you know.”

But Doug didn’t move, his nose was glued inside the book.

With a huff, you left your spot and walked to your dorm, leaving you in your current state, recalling the recent conversation.

Eventually, as the memories began to fade away, your eyes slowly closed, and you drifted off to sleep. Those moments of relaxing sleep, however, didn’t last long, for a loud knock on your door awoke you from your slumber. You weren’t expecting anyone to come over since Doug would be with Evie, so you decided to ignore it at first. But as the knocks became more persistent, you broke away from your comforters and opened the door.

“What!” You growled, still half asleep from your refreshing, but disturbed nap.

“Sorry, d-did I wake you?”

In the hallway of the dormitory stood Doug, hair falling from his gell, and a small rose in his hand. You gave him a confused look as he handed you the rose.

“What’s this for?” You smiled, holding the flower to your nose, allowing its sweet fragrance to fill your senses. “Aren’t you supposed to be studying with Evie?”

“Aren’t you supposed to be studying with Jay?” Doug asked, peering his head around your shoulder, seeing no one but you and your studying materials sprawled out on your bed. “Seems we were both mistaken.”

You grinned, twiddling with the stem of the red rose smiling back at you. Looking up at Doug, you repeated your question, wanting a proper answer this time.

That familiar blush returned to his face, only now it wasn’t pink, it was a crimson color, almost bashful. It crept from his cheeks, to his nose and even his neck, where he had his hand placed, rubbing it in a nervous manner.

Swiping the lose strands of hair back, he sighed. “I decided not to study with her.” He bluntly stated.

“And that’s because…”

He didn’t say anything after that, he just looked at you with a dopey grin on his face. He rocked on his heels for a while, looking down slightly as he muttered, “I don’t want you to study with Jay.”

“And that’s because…”

Sighing, he looked up to you. “You know you’re not making this any easier.”

“Making what easier?”

Something must have snapped in Doug, cause the events that suddenly followed became a blur. All you had managed to recollect was the door being closed, Doug’s nervous steps into your room, and the soft feeling of his lips against yours.

You remembered his hands on your waist, your arms around his neck, and your steady breaths filling the room as you both broke away from each other. Still in a daze, you looked up at Doug, trying to put the pieces together of what Judy took place.

“Are you okay?” Doug asked, recovering from the unexpected kiss that just took place.

“Yeah,” you said, nodding your head. “Everything’s just a blur.”

FINALLY. Sequel to We Never Go Out of Style Pairing: Blaine Gibson/Reader, Warnings: smut, swearing, WC: 8659, Summary: You were finally happy with the love of your life. But you weren’t sure if this was exactly what you wanted, or if he had changed.

Finally!!! Summary: You’ve known Blaine since middle school, and you have been friends with him since junior year. After ending up going to the same college, you proceeded to both live in Austin for your jobs. Of course, being  just friends was a little boring, and you were both needing a little more to relieve stress. Everyone else has been saying you would end up together, but why would you ruin a perfectly good thing? WC: 6760

A/N: Here it is, back in all its glory, you beautiful, thirsty folk. <3 This was a commission for the ever-lovely @chefgeofframsay!!

Word count: 12,587

Warnings: smut, alcohol, apparently withdrawal symptoms from not being able to picture TreCo in Marines uniform???

Summary: You meet your perfect man, but as always with life, there’s a catch.

Word Count: 1.475

You shifted a bit uncomfortably on the red metal stool you’dbeen sitting on for the last half hour and let out a small sigh, hoping that itwouldn’t be that noticeable to anyone at the table or any of the viewers. Youcould feel your stomach twist and turn before giving a significant swoop whichwas unpleasant in a myriad of ways. You wanted to excuse yourself but Jack andRyan were still in the middle of some sort of argument and you didn’t want tointerrupt. You quickly found the monitor and saw the cameras were on the pairof them so you took it as your opportunity.

You slid off of the stool and all but ran off of the settowards the door; the only thing going through your mind was finding thebathroom before your expelled whatever was in your stomach.

inspired by the absolute beauty that is pudding shirt

if u want the context – the events that happen leading up to where this story starts – i would suggest watching the video first

some swearing in the beginning, so sorry if u don’t like that kinda stuff

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“All I’m saying is I’d just like one day where my neighbors aren’t fucking pricks,” you shrugged.

“I think you’re just going to have to move to a secluded island in the middle of the Atlantic,” Burnie commented, making the other people on the podcast hum in agreement.

“I do agree they’re pricks though,” Blaine nodded.

“Are they new neighbors?” Barbara asked, “Because you moved into Trevor’s place and I’ve never heard him complain about them before.”

“I mean, to be fair, one of their bedrooms could be on fire while he was in the room right next to it and he wouldn’t notice it until someone pointed it out,” Burnie said.

Gavin chuckled, “I like imagining Trevor just lying on the couch watching TV, smoke alarm blaring, and not realizing anything was wrong until you come home like ‘Hey, um… Trevor… Why’s your flippin’ bed on fire?’”

“He really wouldn’t,” Barbara couldn’t help but laugh. When they realized you hadn’t made a sound in a while, they looked over at you, finding you staring off to the side in shock.

“Y/N,” Burnie said slowly, “You okay?”

“Hey, guys,” Trevor’s voice came from the direction you were looking, “Have any of you seen my keys? I can’t seem to find ‘em anywhere.” The group looked over at him, their own jaws dropping as he stepped in front of the camera.

A/N - Well, here’s a giant gratuitious thing! This monstrosity was the result of two seperate AUs that I had that ended up combining a little here, as well as being inspired by two random images that I got in my head that just made me write and write and write. So…I hope somebody likes this too? I don’t think I’ve mentioned it here before, but I am a bonafide Coe Hoe, so writing that handsome little fella was a dream, and I hope to do it again soon! Also, just to be up front, this is an Apocalypse AU because that shit is my jam, so there’s a lot of nasty stuff in here, as you can see by the warnings! So take heed and enjoy, if you can!

Pairing - Tyler x Reader

Warnings - Swearing, sex, violence, blood, death, guns, knives

Word Count - 6, 463

Requested by anonymous

“Everyone, give Y/N a warm welcome. She’s joining us as a secondary medical personnel, since it seems we can always use another,” Maggie introduced, motioning to you.

You gave a shy smile to the group. “I’m sure you were in great hands already, but I’ll certainly do what I can to help,” you stated, already trying to memorize the faces around you. Most of them seemed rather young to be a part of what sounded like an elite group.

A rather cute young man was the first to approach you. “Welcome. I’m Cameron, the guy who runs the stitches. If you have any questions about anything, feel free to come ask me,” he greeted, holding a hand out for a handshake.

You smiled and shook his hand. “Pleasure to meet you, Cameron,” you said. And it was certainly a pleasure.

A few days later, you had talked at least a little with each of the members of the team, particularly Cameron and Camille. You were shy at first, but their openness made it a lot easier to relax around them than it was to relax around Maggie.

“Hey, Cameron, where’s Camille? I wanted to ask her something,” you asked Cameron.

“She and Linus left already, with the implication they won’t want to be disturbed,” Cameron replied. They had just wrapped up a case, and you and Cameron and a few others were just there to tidy up.

“Wait, Camille and Linus are a thing? Like, together?” you asked. “I thought coworker relationships would be frowned on in a place like this.”

“We’re all adults. We can handle it maturely,” Cameron replied, seeming a little shy at this point. He glanced away as he spoke, only looking at you as he finished. “How do you feel about workplace relationships?

“I’m fine with it. Is there any more coworker relationship gossip?” you asked, mostly wondering about Cameron himself.

“Nope, just those two as far as I know,” Cameron replied, shaking his head. “I think I’m finished up here. Ever play Catan?”

“Nope. It’s a board game, right?” you asked.

Cameron nodded with a bit of an amused smile. “Want to come to my place? I can teach you. It’s usually played with three people, but I have an expansion that allows for two.”

You gave Cameron a smile. “Sure! Sounds like fun. I’ll have you know, I get really good beginners luck,” you taunted.

Pairing: Jeremy Dooley x Reader, Gavin x Reader (fake relationship)

Word count: 1976

Warnings: Swearing, Violence, guns, mentions of blood

AU: GTA, FAHC!Jeremy

A/N: I didn’t mean for it to become this long but weyhey. So I had no idea where this was going for a lot of the fic while I was writing it hence the Gavin x reader part but don’t worry there is cuddly Jeremy at the end:) I can continue with this is anyone wants. Also, I may or may not have searched up “most expensive necklace” on Google and chosen the prettiest one…

Requested: Yes, by @tardisgrump I hope this is okay!

Summary: It’s been a year since you joined the crew. You’re in the middle of a new mission where you and the crew are retrieving an expensive necklace but things go wrong. 

Part 1

It had been over a year since you joined the Fakes! And you were loving it. You were their number one mechanic but you also came along for heists and missions. The thrill of the chase, having danger at every corner excited you in so many different ways. Nothing got your blood pumping faster than the sound of the police siren closely chasing you.

“Y/N, Gavin, are you in position?” Geoff’s voice blared into the earpiece that was residing in your ear. You were in the middle of a mission. There was a gala event being held on the outskirts of Los Santos. The hosts were using this gala to auction off a very valuable necklace. It was The “incomparable” Diamond Necklace which was valued at 55 million dollars. This crew had their eyes on the necklace before you joined the crew. Only recently had it entered U.S borders which made it easier for the crew to steal. Only the richest were invited to this very exclusive event and the crew managed to get you and Gavin invites. His accent combined with your elegance made a very convincing posh, wealthy couple. Jeremy protested quite a bit with the months leading up to the heist. He didn’t like the idea of you pretending to be married to Gavin. You were his and only his. He didn’t like sharing you with anyone.

A/N - Sneaking in mid-RTX to drop the Saturday fic on you guys! Thanks for your prompt, friend! Kovic’s always a fave of mine, and it has been some time since I’ve written an ‘’accidental proposal’’ fic. I wrote this a while back, so it’s not exactly timely, but I think it still works! Enjoy!

Pairing - Adam x Reader

Warnings - Swearing

Word Count - 1, 366

(I’ve been on a jeremy kick the past week since I met him at rtx there will never be enough love for him - hope you enjoy)

“Y/N?” You heard Trevor’s voice through the phone and braced yourself for the inevitable favour he would ask you for.

“Yes, Trevor?” You question, the phone tucked between your ear and your shoulder to let you continue on with your work.

“My car isn’t at the office so, because you are my wonderful and beautiful best friend and you love me, will you come pick me up before lunch? I can introduce you to the guys if you want?”

“From what you’ve told me, and from what I’ve heard, they don’t seem like the type of guys I want to meet.” You laugh briefly, and continue on. “And as long as you keep showering me with praise I’ll be there at 12.” A few more words passed between the two of you before you hung up with a smile, turning your focus back to the work you had to complete that morning.