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My list of prompts that I’ve found on the internet or from movie quotes for one-shots; pick a character, pick one or more dialog prompts below and send in a request!
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So, this is an imagine request I filled on a different site, but I figured I would post it here as well. I hope you guys like it!
He can’t help the small smile that crosses his lips as he leans in the doorway, his eyes glued on you. You’ve been sitting on the couch with a group of strangers for the past twenty minutes talking about everything under the sun. There’s a cold beer in your hand and a smile on your face as you laugh at whatever joke they’re telling you. At the sound, his smile gets wider. He loves your laugh, it’s his favorite sound in the world. When you lock eyes with him from across the room, he raises his glass to you before shooting you a wink. You laugh and he can’t help the small chuckle that escapes him. Shaking his head, he sighs before taking a sip of his beer and heading to his room to finish packing. You’re his best friend as he’s madly in love with you. It wasn’t something that suddenly happened. His love for you grew over time. At first, you were just friends and then somewhere along the way he found his heart racing whenever he heard your voice. He misses you when he goes on tour and can’t wait to come home and see you when he gets back. Whenever you say his name, he is sure the whole world comes to halt. Sometimes, he finds himself just wanting to be near you. It doesn’t matter if you’re simply reading a book or watching tv, he just wants to be there. At some point, he realized that he wanted to be there forever. That when he thought about his future, you were always in it. That’s when it started…the flirtatious comments, the hand-holding, and the long looks. Then one night while you were both out with friends, you two made a drunken mistake. Or at least what Niall thought was a mistake. He spent days beating himself up for it. He couldn’t believe that he had let it happen. He wanted it to happen, but not that way. Not drunk. He started to pull away from you and it killed him to see how much he was hurting you. He could see how much it hurt you when he rejected the idea of going on a date with you, but he can’t. It hurts too much. Now he’s moving out of your shared flat because he doesn’t think it’s a good idea for the two of you to be roommates anymore. He can’t be around you and not have you. However, he doesn’t want to hurt you more than he already has so he plans on slipping away while you’re distracted by the party. The only problem with his plan is that you know about his plan. You also know that he loves you, in fact, you feel the same way about him. What you don’t know though is why he’s so adamant about staying away from you…
A Few Hours Later
You look around the party and notice that Niall is missing. Excusing yourself, you set your beer down before heading to his room and pushing the door open. He’s standing in front of his suitcase, folding some shirts.
“So, you’re just going to leave without saying goodbye?”
“It’s for the best,” he says.
“For who? Because it’s not me. You clearly aren’t thinking about me while doing this.”
He scoffs, “you’re all I think about, which is why I have to leave.”
“That doesn’t make sense, Niall. If you love me as much as you claim you do, then stay. People in love don’t run away from one another.”
“I can’t stay, you know that.”
You groan in frustration before running your hand through your hair.
“So, that’s it? You’re just going to leave me?”
“Believe me it’s the best thing for both of us,” he says.
“It’s not though, Niall. You and I both know that. All you’re doing is hurting yourself and me. When are you going to realize that all you have to do is tell me how you feel and commit to it?”
“You have no idea how I feel.”
“Then tell me!”
Your voice echoes off the wall and he freezes as you take a deep breath.
“What are you so afraid of? That once you say it, things will change? That we won’t be friends anymore? Good, I don’t want to be friends anymore. I want to be more and I know you do too. So, why don’t you let it happen? Why won’t you commit?”
Niall throws his hands up, “Fine! You want me to say it? You want me to put it all out there? Once I say it there is no going back…The truth is I have thought about you. I think about you every second of every day. Commitment? Commitment is the last thing I’ve got problems with. I’m all in. It’s all or nothing with me, Y/n. When I think about you, I think about the rest of our lives. That’s all I’ve ever thought about since the moment I met you. You are my forever. If we broke up and you just walked out of my life, I couldn’t take it. Not after everything, not after feeling the way I do. Having you once and losing you would be ten times worse than not having you at all.”
“Niall, you would find someone else. You would move on…”
He shakes his head, “I wouldn’t. You don’t get, Y/n…you’re it.”
Your breath catches in your throat as you process Niall’s words.
“All the times you’ve been there for me? All the times you’ve called me out for the stupid things I do? All the times you’ve been by my side through it all? When you understood why I love music so much? When you tried to learn to play guitar so you could play along to my songs? When you became the first person I wanted to see when I came home from tour? I knew.”
“Knew how much I love you. Knew how much you mean to me. Knew how much..how much I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”
It’s silent as you still process the words that Niall just said. After a few minutes, a whisper escapes you and Niall almost can’t believe his ears.
“I love you too.”
It only takes a second for Niall to react and pull you into his arms, his lips crashing onto yours. He whispers I love you over and over before you finally pull away from him.
“So, you’re staying?” you ask, hopeful.
“I’m staying,” he says, pulling you in for another kiss.
“Could you do a headcanon with Draco Malfoy being a professor at Hogwarts?”
* This NERD
* He was so nervous to talk to you; you were so pretty and he was so anxious he literally felt like throwing up
* His friends tried telling him you’d never talk to him, but he wouldn‘t give it up; from the moment he saw you in school he knew he wanted to talk to you
* He finally talked to you about a week after first seeing you; he nervously stumbled some fragments of sentences, left you both confused, and nearly threw up again when you laughed, before he realized it was a ‘you‘re kinda cute and funny‘ laugh not a ‘wow, what a fucking idiot‘ type of laugh
* The two of you, shocking everyone, became friends; his mom loved you because you were a steady B student in every single subject besides math, where you got a C
* Hanging out with him and watching the band practice, biting the inside of your lip and nodding along to his ‘we‘re good, right?‘
* After knowing each other for awhile the two of you actually became really good friends; there was no chance in hell you were going to college after school, and let’s be fair, neither was Rodrick
* The two of you alternated sneaking into each other’s houses, like, every single night. He‘d come to yours, then you‘d go to his, and it‘d repeat and you‘d stay up basically all night every night of the summer, watching movies, eating snacks and cuddling on whoever’s bed
* He’d always had a crush on you, but you never knew, and he never knew you had a crush on him as well
* Like 2 and a half years after you met he finally got the nerve to tell you he liked you; he’d said the band was practicing and asked if you wanted to come over, knowing you rarely said no to band practice. And yet again you‘d said yes and came to the Heffley house that night, getting caught up in a 25 minute discussion with Mrs. Heffley about a book she was reading that you had just read in school and actually liked
* By time you made it to the garage Rodrick was sweating buckets. He was wearing the usual jeans, whatever band-shirt he liked at the moment and a pair of converse that were seriously worn down
* “Where is everyone else? I was only inside for 20 minutes“ you‘d laughed, then stopped when, even through the dim lighting of the garage, you saw how nervous Rodrick was “are you alright, Rodrick? You look like a ghost“ you‘d said, putting your hand to his sweaty forehead.
* “I, uh… yeah“ he stumbled, gulping and looking down at you “well, there was actually something I wanted to tell you… I… uh… (y/n)I’vehadacrushonyousincewewere14″
* Despite him speaking so fast you’d heard every word. Your shoulders noticeably slumped and Rodrick cursed at himself.
* “Oh, fuck– shit, please just– fuck, forget I said anything–” Rodrick stumbled, but he was quickly cut of by you placing a hand on his cheek and making him look at you
* “Are you serious right now?“ You‘d asked. He nodded, looking at you with wide eyes. A smile graced your face as a soft laugh escaped your lips “you‘re dead ass serious?“ He nodded again “fuck, Rodrick, I’ve liked you since I first met you“
* Rodrick’s jaw dropped.
* “Are you kidding me?“ He grinned “that‘s amazing– I-I,” he couldn‘t help himself as he leaned in and pushed his lips against yours. You were shocked by his sudden movement and jumped slightly. He pulled away, his cheeks bright red “sorry“ he started, but you didn‘t let him finish
* “No, no, no“ you‘d said, pushing yourself up on the balls of your feet and wrapping your arms around his neck to lower him as you attached your lips back to his. Rodrick couldn’t have been more happy as he kissed you back, wrapping his arms around your waist and keeping you close
* It was an unspoken thing after that night that the two of you were a thing, however if there was needed a spoken thing, Rodrick was quick to call you his girlfriend and there were no complaints from you
* The two of you were already best friends who knew everything about each other and did everything together; you had already went to all his shows, despite not being the biggest fan of them, Rodrick was a really good drummer and you loved him
* So much cuddling. He likes to spoon or have you lay on his shoulder on the bed, your legs all tangled up and his arm around you
* Expect lots of kisses, especially in private, and always having his arm around you
* Going to the Heffley house and having dinner, only pretending to leave and sneaking up to Rodrick’s room to cuddle and watch a movie
* Babysitting Manny for Mr. and Mrs. Heffley so they can go out on date nights
* When you’re around Rodrick mainly leaves Greg alone; so, by all means, come over as much as you want - Greg
* You have gotten walked in one in a pretty heated make out session before with his hand dangerously close to your boobs underneath your shirt, getting a lecture from his mom or an awkward conversation from his father about whatever he was told to go tell the two of you, or a disgusted noise from Greg and possibly a shriek from Rowley if he was with him
* His friends like you because you don’t make Rodrick ditch them to go to coupley stuff, you actually like hanging out with all of them and you can take a lot of sarcastic comments and fire them right back
* Wrestling on the sofa for no reason
* Helping Greg with his homework if Rodrick was like in the shower or something for once, and explaining some things in your best subjects and just scratching your head in the math section
* “Guess what!” “Did you finally shower?“ “I shower“ “No, you do not“ “I do! smell, I showered yesterday“ “Ew, Rodrick, stop“ lot‘s of laughing and teasing throughout conversations like this
* There’s never a dull moment with Rodrick
* Cuddling and falling asleep on him on the sofa after just talking and watching movies after school or over the summer, your finger tracing little patters on whatever body part your hand laid on his body
* Rodrick wouldn’t move while you slept, and often times fell asleep as well
* You weren’t as heavy a sleeper as Rodrick had been, so when Greg came home and started yelling, you woke up, but when Rodrick didn’t, not shocking you; most the time you just decided to shush Greg and fall back asleep
* Watching scary movies together and laughing at the characters stupidity
* He still gets flustered around you sometimes when you do certain things he’s always loved
* If you’re ever insecure about anything he will absolutely compliment you on that thing or if it’s a hobby he‘ll ask to see what you do and he‘ll compliment whatever it is and truthfully tell you he thinks you’re great at it
* He can be insecure sometimes, too, so just compliment him and cuddle him and do what he does for you
* You better believe he will watch an insanely long string of movies with you over the weekend, hanging out in his bedroom and snuggling on his bed with the laptop playing whatever movie you were both o and either ending up with a pillow fight or a make out session
* Loving each other so much, and being perfect for one another, and Mr. and Mrs. Heffley adore you so it’s all good
Pairing: Shawn Mendes x reader
This is based of the new remix of lover with Taylor Swift and Shawn Mendes(which is absolutely amazing). This story will be memories between you and Shawn so each one takes place at a different time.
I’m taking requests.
Hope you enjoy!!
We could light a bunch of candles
And dance around the kitchen, baby
You walked into the house the smell of vanilla hitting your nose. Shawn lit the last candle then turned around to face you. “Baby, your home,” he said a wide smile on your face. “What’s all this,” you asked kissing his cheek. Did you do all this for me?” Shawn shrugged his shoulders as if it was nothing and turned on the radio. “Dance with me,” he said reaching his hand out towards you. “Let me put my coat down and- Shawn grabbed your hand and spun you into his chest. Taking the coat that was in your other hand he threw it to the side. Swaying to the music he pulled you closer to his chest. The he dipped you down and placed a kiss on your neck. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered into your ear.
Pictures of when we were young would hang on the wall
We would sit on the stoop
I’ll sing love songs to you when we’re eighty
See, I finally got you now, honey, I won’t let you fall
You adjusted the picture frame well Shawn strummed on his guitar. “What do you think,” you asked stepping back to look at the picture. “I think it’s beautiful,” he said eyes on you. “I’m serious Shawn.” “So am I,” he shot back with a wink. Come sit with me,” he said patting the seat next to him. You cuddled into him and he kissed the top of your head. “How bout a song, eh?” “Okay,” you said putting your head on his chest. You looked up at him as he sang (y/f/s). You had always thought Shawn had the most beautiful voice. “Please never stop singing to me,” you whispered. “Till death do us part,” he said back.
Look in my eyes, they will tell you the truth
The girl in my story has always been you
I’d go down with the Titanic, it’s true,
for you, lover
You sat there tears streaming down your face, cuddling into Shawn. No matter how many times you watched the damn Titanic you would always cry. “Jack shouldn’t have died, there was room for both of them,” you said in between sobs. “I would do the same for you,” he said wiping away your tears. “You would,” you said more tears threatening to spill. “Of course, I would do anything for you, it will always be you,” he said placing a kiss to your lips.
Can I go where you go?
Can we always be this close?
Forever and ever
And ah, take me out, and take me home
You’re my, my, my, my lover
“This is the best day of my life,” Shawn whispered in your ear, as you watched the others dancing. “How can you know that? We have 70 plus more to go,” that’s a lot of memories, you giggled. He rolled his eyes and smiled at you. “Not just 70 years, forever,” he said. “Forever,” you repeated the smile that had been there all night not once wavering. “Now can I dance with my wife,” he said emphasizing the wife part. You stood up grabbing his hand and walked to the dance floor.
pairing: steve harrington x reader
summary: after his best friend endures a major loss, steve harrington realizes the true reason he feels the deep need to protect her.
“hiii, i was wondering if u could possibly do a steve harrington x reader angst fic, im not good at rlly coming up w ideas lol. please🥺💘”
It all happened too quickly. All it took was one day, one diagnosis, to change your whole life. And it wasn’t much longer after that. Planning that funeral was something you didn’t think you would have to do for a long long time, especially not this funeral. The half sized coffin made the morbid truth even more tangible. He should have had more time.
One of the side effects of everything going on in your life has been you pushing away your friends. You had just graduated high school and started working as a waitress at the local diner, so while you had to play the part of bubbly food service worker, it was just enough of a veil to hide behind. You were just lucky that no one dared ask you about it.
Steve always knew when something was wrong with you. No matter what the problem, he could tell. Similar to how a dog knows when to curl up in a ball at its owners feet, Steve Harrington had an inkling for whenever he would need to deliver on a best friend pick-me-up. He had noticed something was off with you, but the historically and traditionally planned movie binge and card game sleepover had been postponed by—well— you being kidnapped by Russians. After that, when your brother’s results were back, you decided that you were going to spend the rest of his time with him.
You slip on your black ballet flats and adjust your headband in the mirror one last time before somberly making your way to the family car. The drive is characteristically quiet. It still feels surreal, more like you’re watching everything happen in a cult commentary on the brevity of life than you are really on your way to a seven year olds funeral. It takes everything you have to remain put together during the service and the wake. You have spent the last month being strong for Tyler, and now you just don’t have enough left.
It’s only you now. You and your parents haven’t spoken since Tyler’s passing, just cohabiting an empty home with only each other and despair. By the time you finally took yourself cry, you are sitting in front of Tyler’s grave. Well— what will be his grave. Right now it is just a pile of dirt covered in roses.
“I thought I would find you here,” you don’t even have to look up to know who it is. “I haven’t seen you eat all day, so i brought you this.”
You glance at the bag in Steve’s hands briefly as he sits down next to you.
“it happened too quickly.” you say. “how could no one notice that something was wrong with him before stage four? i feel so stupid.”
“hey hey hey,” he stops you. He sets down the bag and places a gentle hand on your shoulder. “you couldn’t have known. And it doesn’t make sense right now, I know. But it will be okay eventually and I wanna stay by your side until it is and after.”
“What are you saying, Steve?”
“I’m saying that I love you, (Y/N).”
What type of thing I will write
Basically yeah, I will write anything!
The only limits might be if you ask for something too depressing/sad or something very smutty. If that is the case I will message you and tell you, I won’t remove your request I’ll let you pick another theme for the request.
I will take up to 25 equests at a time! After I have 25 I will shut down requests until they are finished!
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Simple, I’ll delete all requests sent after the 25th so I can keep track of everything.
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Happy Requesting everyone 😙
Number one thing you need to understand about Natsuya, before you even enter a romantic relationship with him, is that he’s a leader, protector, provider, and barrier. More than the rest of the guys (Exept Sousuke, Rin, Hiyori, and a little bit Makoto.)
“Phoebs!” You walked into the Halliwell home and kicked the door closed with your snowy boot. Your hands were occupied with bags of snacks, movies, and a bottle of champagne. And if you dropped that bottle, it would be a rough night.
“I’m getting the blankets out of the dryer! Go up to my room and throw somethin in the DVD player!” You heard her distance voice call. You set the champagne and bags on the side table and removed your coat, hat, and boots. Thank goodness the sisters had the heat on otherwise you would be an icicle.
“Somethin, huh? Giving me a lot of input, Phoebe.” You mumbled as you jogged up the stairs to Phoebe’s room. You picked a movie you had never seen before, because watching movies repeatedly was boring. It had Jude Law and Cameron Diaz in it and that’s all you needed to know to want to play it.
The trailers of other movies begun playing as you laid out the snacks. Phoebe appeared in the doorway with two glasses and blankets under her arm.
“Champagne? We’re feeling classy tonight!” Phoebe grinned and set down the glasses and blankets so she could hug you.
“Didn’t want to get too wild and have the neighbors call the police on us.” You teased. Let’s just say karaoke night wasn’t a tradition anymore.
“Say no more, let’s get under these blankets!”
Watching movies with Phoebe was something you could never get enough of. You both would make funny comments during the movie and it wouldn’t bother either of you. However, the scene coming up wouldn’t bring hilarity.
“Oh wow.” You whispered. Two female characters began engaging in the act of heavy foreplay. One of the females resembled Phoebe, almost to a T. Except her breasts weren’t as perky as Phoebe’s, and her back didn’t display dimples like Phoebe’s. Phoebe was absolutely devine…and held your heart. You really hadn’t dated since meeting the Halliwells. And you realized exactly why when you looked at Phoebe and you caught her already staring back at you. “Phoebs.” You whispered.
“What the hell…I um, I like you Y/N. More than best friends usually like each other. Like, romance like.” Phoebe stammered to put her words together. You smiled and took her hand.
“I like you too, Phoebe.” You didn’t let her respond before touching her lips to yours. The kiss became heated within seconds. Your hand wandered up her torso and to her back to pull her closer to you. She broke away and stood up. Your heart dropped in fear she regretted it, but that slipped away as soon as she stripped from her top. “You’re so beautiful, Phoebs.”
“You’re not too bad yourself.” She smiled before reaching around to her bra strap. Your mouth hung open as she shrugged the black bra off of her body and tossed it to the side. You couldn’t stop yourself.
“Keep going.” Phoebe didn’t hesitate in providing the strip show for you. You crawled to the end of the bed and removed your top. Your fingers moved to encase her breasts in your hands. “So soft.” You looked up at her while your mouth kissed her cleavage. She reached around for your clasp and you allowed the fabric to break free from your body. Your mouth wrapped around a nipple and Phoebe moaned graciously. You swirled your tongue around the sensitive bud and moved swiftly to mimic your actions on the opposite breast.
“My turn.” Phoebe pushed you onto your back and pulled your pants off. Her fingers dipped into your panties and began massaging your folds. “Tell me what you like…cause I’ve never done something like this.” Her thumb paid attention to your sweet bundle of nerves.
“M-me neither. But it feels good so far.” You bit your lip and groaned as one finger entered you. Just her two fingers alone working together could get you to orgasm well and you knew it. But Phoebe wanted more.
“Take em off.” Phoebe continued her work while you pushed your panties down your legs. “Open.” You spread your legs and Phoebe began kissing your thighs while pleasuring you.
“I’m so close.” You panted, watching her in anticipation. Her tongue emerged from her plump lips and replaced her thumb in its attack on your clit. You bucked your hips against her face as she kitten licked you so fast. “Yes, Phoebe! I’m gonna cum.” You cried out, and at the last second she submerged a second finger into your squelching hole making your eyes roll back into your head.
“So pretty.” Phoebe whispered as her fingers thrusted slowly into you while you rode out your orgasm. Her fingers pulled out of you coated in your arousal. She guided them down in between her thighs and spread your wetness onto her clit. You watched her speed up, pleasuring herself and you were truly mesmerized. “You like watching me get off, huh?” She gasped out, reaching for your hand. You sat up and sucked on your fingers before launching two fingers inside of her while she rubbed herself.
“You do it so well.” Phoebe began bouncing up and down your fingers, while you made sure to meet her thrusts and created love bites on her boobs.
“Shit…I’m cumming.” You bit down on her nipple as she did and she cried out your name. You assisted her in her descent as she had done for you. You pulled your fingers out and grabbed her hand, pulling both into your mouth. You noticed her hips buck against the air at the sight and you smiled.
“Not bad for our first time.”
“Unofficial first time.”
Hello! I have decided to branch out of just Disney and Nick so this is another list of more things I am willing to write for. Please just send a request my way and I’ll be happy to write it! For now I am only writing fluff and/or angst
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So like I said, send in a request!
I’d rather visit the UK than having to attend Anime NYC for the first time this weekend.
me: *I will try not to judge people. Everyone is entitled to their on opinions and tastes. I’m tolerant and mature.*
me: *When I hear someone expressing the most ordinary preference that happens not to be mine*