Identity V One shots *REQUESTS CLOSED*

Identity V One shots REQUESTS CLOSED

WeNeedDoughnuts

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MatureOngoing2h 28m

Last published Wed, Feb 26, 2020

aesop aesopcarl eli eliclark emma

Hi! This is just a book full of one shots that we made for fun. We take requests too (read request page for instructions and stuff.) The picture in the cover doesn't belong to us, we found it on Instagram, credit goes to the owner. 💞 ~please note~ • this acc is run by multiple people, that's why some stories may have a different style from others. • requests may take time since we have school and exams. Some of us have violin classes, ballet, vocal classes and tuition. Meaning: we have lots of hw. T^T • We do do lemon but highest lemon is just intense make outs with tongue and everything. (We tried writing smut once at school, our teacher confisticated the book since we were writing when we were supposed to be doing sports. We're not sure if she actually read the book, but we managed to get it back but it was so scary and we don't wanna take any risks since one of us parents downloaded wattpad.) sorry if there's any confusion on the req pg. (maybe we will if were feeling like we wanna be "badasses".) • Our writing probably depends on our mood. (When we're feeling edgy or angry, we'll probably write something that involves detailed, gruesome murder. If we're happy, we'd write a simple happy together forever love story. If we're sad we'd write stuff with lots of sad flashbacks and stuff.) Anyway that's it, we hope you enjoy our one shots! (They're more like one shits sksk) 💞💞💞

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