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sir-skarsgard · 4 years

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You’re back!!! Could you please do the Bill’s with a girlfriend who is really shy and quiet, and everyone who meets her thinks she’s mute but she just hates talking to people? ☺️ thanks love

Word count: 1,025

Warnings/contents: Fluff mainly

Notes: I am back!!! Thank you so much for your request! 😊 Yes I can! This is super cute and I was thinking of doing something like this, so it’s perfect timing ☺️

Quick note: I need some feedback from my readers. I’m debating whether or not I should keep Bob in my preferences or stop writing for him. I feel like my shots of him are always so dull, and I’m not sure if anyone really likes him like they like the others. If you could drop a quick comment to let me know I would appreciate it, so I don't waste time writing preferences for a character people don't even read 😂 I won’t take him away if more than 5 people like him, but if it’s under that I will most likely be discontinuing his preferences

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Axel found it hilarious when you would basically use him as a shield to avoid people; it was equally as funny to him when a person would talk to you and wait for a reply, only to get a small look of discontentment from you as you slowly scooted backwards. Axel always helped you out, typically going with a “she’s shy” but sometime’s he’d just go ahead and let people think you were mute. Hell it was hilarious when a person who spoke sign language came in. One time someone tried communicating with you that way and you closed your eyes. Needless to say his laughter hadn't stopped for about five minutes after that happened

Bob was also very quiet. Socializing with either of you was something most people didn't even attempt; the weird clown from the circus and the seemingly mute girl were bad people to ask directions from. Though people who were passing through Derry and knew nothing of the two of you would occasionally see the two of you wandering the streets and ask a couple questions. Though he was shy, Bob would offer a small smile and help point out the destinations they needed while you stayed behind him in comfortable silence. Whenever someone spoke to you instead of Bob he would jump in quickly and go with whatever outlandish theory they had of you not speaking, so long as if wasn't cruel

Henry had an advantage on everyone else in the department of talking to you, since he had known you since the two of you were very young. Back in the old social days of the young (y/n) he had met you, and ever since then you had been inseparable. When the two of you started dating everyone was shocked; quiet, sweet Henry and the unapproachable girl didn't seem like it would-- or could-- ever happen. Newer people, often times people just driving through town on the way somewhere else would assume she was mute. She sure seemed mute, the way she never spoke-- especially when people spoke to her. A few people had even attempted sign language to talk to the girl, however Henry was quick to cut in with a smile and help them out

If Mark was being honest he liked it when you ignored people. He liked it when you would only talk to him, he also found it funny when you would look at the person who was speaking to you as if they were stupid. He loved the attention, and would usually wait a few minutes before he would intervene with the person and talk for you. He would brush past their questioning as to why you wouldn't speak to them and quickly take them back to the original subject while you stood nearly behind him and waited for them to leave so you could go back to your conversation with Mark

Merkel typically found it very amusing to witness your eye rolls as people started talking to you, only for you to bluntly ignore them. Other times you might hide behind him, peeking out and giving a quick look to the person; most people asked if you were mute, and usually Merkel would just say yes. He knew you didn't like talking to people. He didn't really want you talking to the people he worked with very much anyways; it was dangerous, and it was usually easier to just agree to the mute idea. Occasionally he would say no, such as with Lorraine, and leave it up to you to decide if you wanted to associate yourself with them or not. If they were still confused and asked what he had meant, “she has to be mute, she hasn't spoken a word,” he would just shrug at them. Nothing more to do but move on

Mickey was a loud, excitable goofball. You were a quiet, unsociable, kind of dull person. People either questioned how the two of you ever ended up together, or why you were still together; of course as quiet as you were in public the more talkative you were when it was just you and Mickey. Since you’d mostly been quiet all day around people you had a lot to share. Occasionally people would see you whispering something to Mickey and be a little shocked you weren't mute or deaf or whatever they had assumed when you didn't want to talk to them

Roman was confused, at first, as to why you always used him as a human shield to avoid talking to people. Especially with the people he knew you didn't like. Once he figured out you just really didn't like talking to people and had only ever talked to him and Shelley because you were alone with them he went along with your antics to avoid speaking to people; he found it pretty funny when you were absolutely forced to talk to a person and put no effort into the conversation at all. He’d watch for a few seconds with an amused smirk before he cut in and saved you

The Kid was also very shy and quiet, so when Henry introduced the two of you and basically begged for you to watch over the kid while he went and got some things arranged, the two of you were forced to adjust to each others presences. It wasn't too hard for the kid to adjust to your apartment; it was cosy, warm, and had cute little trinkets along the surfaces. He was confused as to why you were so quiet. You hadn't spoken a word to him in the full 15 hours he had been there, and he was worried you had hated him, too. Once he figured out you were just quiet like he was his worries subsided, but after a few days the two of you actually started to get along really well and he learned the trick to your personality. Though nobody really ever spoke to either of you so it wasn't necessary for him to cover for you, on the rare occasion you would typically just answer the question and move on

#Roman Godfrey #preference #preferences #the kid #castle rock #castle rock the kid #villains 2019 #mickey villains #villains mickey 2019 #Henry pearl #battle creek henry pearl #Battle Creek #bob gray #it 2019 #assassination nation mark #gordan merkel #atomic blonde #atomic blonde merkel

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sir-skarsgard · 4 years

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When you have creativity agian, can you write a Henry Pearl imagine with the number 3 of the prompt list, please?

Pairing: Henry Pearl x OC

Prompt/summary: “I would love you in any shape, in any world, with any past. Never doubt that.”

Word count: 695

Warnings/contents: Fluff, depression, body/facial issues

Notes: This is kind of short, but I hope you like it! I recently updated it and added a couple other things, but didn't make too much of a difference 😂 just a couple small things

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“Ugh,” she huffed, pushing her hair back in the mirror and staring at every crease, every dip, and every red spot on her face with disgust. She hated looking at herself this closely, but she loved hurting herself with how painfully unattractive she saw herself as. “God, I’m so ugly...” She murmured, running her fingers over a small scar from a pimple she had picked too hard at when she was younger.

She heard the door unlock and open. The familiar sound of keys jingling and clacking as they were tossed aside hit her ears as the door shut.

“I’m back,” Henry’s sweet voice called out. She gave a soft sigh, flipping the light in the bathroom off and walking out of the bedroom, smiling at him. A grin etched on his face when he saw her. “Hey,” he wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tightly.

“Hey,” she spoke softly, burying her face into his chest; his hugs were always her remedy for a bad day.

“How was your day, my love?” She shrugged softly, not really moving. “Uh-oh, what happened?” He asked quietly. She stayed silent, enjoying the way his large hand rubbed along her back. She murmured something inaudible against him. “I can't hear you darling,” he whispered.

“I’m just so ugly.” She spoke a little more clear this time, but he still had to strain to hear it. At first he thought he had heard her wrong, and frowned.

“What...?” She sighed, pulling back and looking to the side; the squirrels were chasing each other on the tree right outside the window, seeming so carefree.

“I said I’m so ugly. I don't understand why you’re with me, Henry. You deserve better than me. I’m someone so... meh as a person, while you're so talented and amazing.”

“Do you really feel that way about yourself...?” He asked softly, looking at his girlfriend as she stared out the window. She refused to make eye contact with him, picking at the skin around her nails.

“Yes.”

“How could you?” He asked, taking a step closer. “Kathy, you’re perfect.”

“No I’m not,” she spoke softly, afraid of her voice cracking if she spoke any louder. “Look at me, Henry,” she finally looked back at him, her eyes wet with tears. “There’s everything wrong with me.”

“Kathy, when I look at you all I see is the love of my life. The perfect, gorgeous, absolutely stunning and completely out of my league love of my life. I see my best friend. The person I’ve always known I was going to spend the rest of my life with, no matter if we were just friends or if we were more. You know that there is nothing I would ever wish to change about you, don't you?” She gave a soft shrug, sniffling. He gently grasped her chin and guided her face to look at him. “How could you look in the mirror and ever say you weren't beautiful? Look at those pretty eyes.”

“My eyes are brown, Henry; brown eyes aren't pretty.”

“Maybe you don't think so, but these brown eyes are the same brown eyes that I fell in love with all those years ago; the same sparkling brown eyes that hold so much interest in the stupid things I like. The same brown eyes that I can't wait to see when I walk in the door. The same “boring” brown eyes that hold so much love in them that I never thought I would experience. I love everything about you, even the little things you say are bad. Kathy, I would love you in any shape, in any world, with any past. Never doubt that.”

“There’s really nothing I could ever do to deserve you, Henry.” She sniffled.

“Of course you deserve me, Kathy. I deserve you, and you deserve me. We’re good together. I love you so, so, so, so, so much. I’m so grateful you're here in my life. I wouldn't want to live without you. You make every day perfect, with your gorgeous brown eyes.” A small laugh came from her as she sniffled.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

#henry pearl #battle creek henry pearl #Battle Creek #fluff #Bill Skarsgård #one shots

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sir-skarsgard · 4 years

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Arguments

Prompt/summary: The Bill’s and their girlfriend crying because they got into an argument

Word count: 1,302

Warnings/contents: Arguments, some fluff

Notes: I’m doing a lot of work on old preferences like this one, so if you have any suggestions I’d love to hear them! Send any requests in for preferences and I’ll get it done as soon as I can. One-shot’s are working a little slower as of now, but I’m trying to remain active in some way

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Axel didn't like fighting with you, and in turn you didn't argue often. However he was also very easily fired up, so when you did fight he could fight for quite some time, especially if he had a shit day. He tried his hardest to control his temper after days like that, because he never wanted to take it out on you, but god sometimes you just poked at his every nerve on days like that and he’d blow up. If it was one of those days where both of you had a bad day then you would argue back-- and that was what usually happened, but if it was a day where you weren't in a particularly bad mood him yelling would typically make you distance yourself; of course right at first Axel would be glad, but after about fifteen minutes he would feel bad and go to apologize. Seeing you crying, whether it happened after when he went to apologize, or when he was yelling, would make him regret anything and everything he had said. He would sit on the floor beside you and gently wrap you up in his arms and whisper apologies a million times while you cried on his chest

Bob would be similar to the kid and Henry. He didn't like fighting; he was always heckled by Bowers and kids around town, the last thing he would ever want was tension in his relationship. It would take a lot to make Bob raise his voice, even during a small argument about something petty after you had a bad day and he had a bad day. Bob could very easily get angry, as he had all this pent up aggression, but he had never taken it out on you in any way, in that case hearing him yell was actually quite frightening and typically put you right back in your place. Of course the second his voice raised he regretted it-- and seeing the look on your face immediately made him feel downright awful. He would probably cry as well after that and both of you would need comforting. It was not a good night, but it could easily be mended

Henry did not like fighting. He didn't find it productive. It was pointless to him. He hated the thought of hurting your feelings with his words because he was angry. If he was angry he’d much rather just talk it out and snuggle up with you and a movie and relax until his stress melted. However when you were also angry it had a tendency to start Henry off on something; typically the only time you got mad at Henry was when you were stressed with something else or easily annoyed by your period, so you were also extremely emotional at the time. All it would take was a few sentences from Henry after he raised his voice and you’d shut up. Seeing you cry would immediately hit Henry like a brick wall. Having hurt you by his words was the last thing he ever wanted, and now that he had done it he would do anything to make it up to you

Mark would argue with you until both your throats were screamed raw, until the sun went down and the stars in the sky shined brightly. If Mark deemed it important enough to argue about he wouldn’t drop it easily; it was a game of tug-a-war with a stubborn dog. You yell, he yells. You bring something up, he brings something up. Mark could, and he would go days without speaking to you if it was important enough. Crying in front of Mark was not something you did often, and if you did happen to he knew he fucked up. The second he saw a tear, or he heard you sniffle, you could consider the topic dropped. He would slowly walk over and wrap his arms around you, cradling you to him and apologizing softly by your ear while he rubbed your arms. Truthfully he felt awful; seeing you hurt by something he said always tore him a new one

Merkel didn't like arguing, and it happened very rarely, but in those times where it did happen he would do his best to isolate and stay calm. Often times his isolation would make you think he was breaking up with you soon, or that you finally took it too far and that he would start to see you differently. Even the tiniest bit of arguing after that thought crosses your mind and you’re done for; tears immediately welling up in your eyes. Merkel would feel horrible. Never had he wanted to make you cry, and immediately the subject was dropped; he would spend the entire night cuddling with you and making up for making you cry. After that the argument was forgotten. Whatever it was about could be solved later

Mickey wasn't a fan of arguing with you; most things were easily solved because if you wouldn't bend then he would, and if he wouldn’t bend then you would. There were very few things that the two of you completely disagreed on, and because of that you were pretty much the perfect couple; however when those very few disagreements came along it wasn't pretty. Since the two of you were so used to bending and not arguing the entire experience was hurtful. Not because hurtful things were said, by any means, just because it hardly ever happened; if he felt he needed to get a point across he would raise his voice, for the first time in the argument really, and in turn you would breakdown. With the fighting, and the disagreement all together, and then yelling-- it was all too much. He’d feel awful if he made you cry and he would do anything to make it up to you. He’d say “fuck what we’re arguing about, I won't lose you over something this stupid,” and hug you tightly, soothing your soft sobs. Needless to say the problem was dropped and he’d bend

Roman did happen to argue a lot; if you would go along with it he would argue all day long. Bringing up shit that he knew would hurt you, and you doing it back in return. It wouldn't be until he saw your eyes glaze over with something he had said that he would stop. He’d ask you if you were crying, and hearing your voice break while you tried to say no would crush him. Of course the last thing he ever wanted was to make you cry; things that were said would plague his mind as he gently wrapped his arms around you and apologized. He’d press a kiss to your forehead and tell you that he loved you and it was done. He didn't want to argue anymore. He didn't want to see you cry. He wanted to make it right. And he would, even if it meant ignoring your pleas for him not to spend money on you and buy you some food or some chocolate to make you feel better

The Kid was scared of yelling. He didn't like fighting. He didn't like tension in the room with you. He didn't like thinking he did something wrong and you might hate him. Disagreements were rare between you and the kid, and if they ever happened he was the first to cry. He didn't want this. He just wanted a hug. To apologize for upsetting you. Even if you were previously bothered by the argument topic it was over now; the kid was almost in tears. Seeing him in tears would then, in turn, make you cry. Seeing you cry would make the kid feel worse and cry more. It was a bad time

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sir-skarsgard · 4 years

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Hello! I saw that you write Bill's preferences and I have an ideia. Please, write how would be the Bill's reaction having a very beautiful and attractive girlfriend (Dream, JUST A DREAM😂). Oh, if you have a similar request, you can combine with mine if you want, I don't mind 😊

Word count: 1045

Warnings/contents: Cursing, fluff, self conscious feelings

Notes: Ahhh this is so cute! I love it! It took me a million years to get to this, but I am back in the habit of writing for Bill again (and hopefully it stays that way) and this was a request I got a long time ago, so here we go! The point of view switches a couple of times, I apologize for that, I completely zoned out while I was writing and forgot which point of view I was doing and I’m too lazy to change the wording 🙃

So here’s my first mediocre post since I came back to life, I hope you enjoy it!

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Axel would have the tendency to get jealous when other guys stared for too long; his girlfriend was absolutely stunning, and everyone saw it. Whenever he started to get jealous he would wrap an arm around her waist or shoulder and pull her close to him. Or he’d press a kiss to her lips and then look at the person who was making him jealous. Typically he would just sulk for a few minutes until you shot the guy down, who was openly ignoring Axel’s presence all together, and then left, dragging Axel after you

Bob would definitely have insecurities about dating his gorgeous girlfriend; this was all just a joke right? Some cruel prank from Bowers. A running joke that she would go to him and talk about everything Bob did that was stupid throughout the day. She didn't really love him. How could she? She looked like a model for Pete’s sake! A lot of reassuring would take place in this relationship in the beginning, because he’d remain shocked that such a gorgeous woman would want to be with him. Sexually. But soon enough his worries would slow down. Though he would still get hit with a lot of insecurities when another guy hit on her because he assumed she’d want to be with him instead. And then you would have to be reassuring him again. Rinse, repeat

Henry was very aware how stunning his girlfriend was. Still confused as to why she was even with him, in fact. And it seemed most of the people in town wondered that same thing; he would get a lot of jealous looks from others as he and his gorgeous girlfriend went around the town, holding hands and laughing. Jealous looks from girls were also very common, normally because they seemed jealous of her beauty, though also because of how happy they seemed together when the girls boyfriend stared at you as you walked. Every now and then he would get self conscious of his own looks, but a little reassurance from her and he would be back on his feet; he needs constant reminders from you that you only want him and that those other guys don't compare, just to make him feel better. And you were more than willing to remind him how much you loved him-- and only him

Mark was very easily jealous. Having guys constantly doing double-takes to stare at his girlfriend could often get him fired up, but thankfully for the other guys you always knew how to distract him again. He often walked around with her with a protective arm around her shoulder or a hand in her back pocket, just to show those guys who did a double-take that she was not available. He didn't get very self conscious, but when he did it was important to take a gentle approach to it and just sit on his lap and kiss him like it might be the last time you can ever do it again

Merkel is aware, and would find it funny how many guys tried to hit on his girlfriend, because she was the most gorgeous woman in the world. He had caught a rare, beautiful on the inside, absolutely stunning on the outside, woman and other men saw it, too. Their flirting was always pointless, and Merkel trusted her with no worries. To say he wouldn't get a little jealous when he saw some guy hitting on his girlfriend would be a lie, but he would always just cross his arms and stare the guy down while she turned him down and they'd move on with their lives; at the end of the day he’s the one she’s stealing the blankets from and using as a human pillow

Mickey could get very sulky because of how gorgeous his girlfriend was. Only because other guys were always hitting on her and he was worried she might find some muscular guy attractive and leave him for the other guy; though he knew that was absolutely insane, he loved you and he didn't want some other guy to get to love you the way he did. It would only take a few reassurances from her, a few kisses and snuggling with him and watching tv, or reminding him of all the reasons you loved him and he would calm down. He just loved you. So much

Roman could, and would, get crazy jealous. But at the same time he was proud of her; she was fucking gorgeous and everyone knew it. Many girls at school were jealous of her, and along the streets the two often got ugly stares from people as they walked. But of course it was all pure jealousy from the guys who saw Roman’s hand in yours, and your hand around his waist that annoyed the petty teenage girls. Being the most attractive couple in town was taxing because of jealousy levels from others; of course people were always trying to steal you from Roman, and as much as he was jealous, he knew he could trust you. That wouldn't stop him from getting jealous, but it might stop an outrage

The Kid didn't understand why he was so jealous at first when he saw some guy hitting on you in the street. He had never seen someone as gorgeous as you were, and he learned that it was apparent many other people in town hadn't either; often times people were jealous, and the kid wasn't really one for confrontation. If he was jealous he would mostly sulk and wait for you to come back to him. It would take a lot of reassuring from you that he was the only person you wanted, and that those other people were nowhere near stealing you from him. Cuddling with him when he was down about this was important, and telling him that you love him a lot. He was observant and saw that other guys were pretty jealous when they saw the two of you together, but there was nothing they could do about it now, and he soon got more comfortable. Dating such an attractive person was different than he'd imagined. Nobody in town could compare, and he was so, so lucky

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sir-skarsgard · 4 years

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Quick PSA, please read!

So I’ve been out of Bill Skarsgård ideas for a really long time, but recently I’ve been getting back into his characters and I want to start writing for him again! For the meantime I am going to be eliminating everyone else from my blog.

I will leave the current posts I have done on each character up, but I am only going to be doing Bill’s characters again, like I had in the beginning (if you've been with me that long). I will be finally doing the requests that were sent in a very long time ago from people, and then my requests will open again soon.

I apologize for the lack of activity and I hope that everyone starts sending requests in again soon and that I don't lose all creativity for Bill again, because he is pure sunshine and I adore this giant man.

If you send in a request I will get to it as soon as possible, as I will be going deep in my inbox to try and find the first ask to the last to catch up. If the people who requested the one shots are still around I apologize for how long it took me to resurface, even through all of quarantine I’ve been completely avoiding writing 😓

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#Bill Skarsgård #Roman Godfrey #axel cluney #henry pearl #Bob Gray #assassination nation mark #gordan merkel #atomic blonde merkel #mickey villains #mickey villains 2019 #villains mickey 2019 #villains mickey #castle rock the kid #send me asks #requests pending but ask if you have any ideas and I'll get to them soon!

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If Brand Names Were Anime Characters

Credit: @sillvi_illustrations

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Viktor Drago - 14, please 😍

Pairing: Viktor Drago x Reader

Prompt/summary: “I love you. I knew it from the moment I met you. I’m sorry it took me so long to catch up.”

Word count: 704

Warnings/contents: Slight angst, happy ending, fluff

Notes: Thanks for sending in a request! I hope this is kind of what you wanted, sorry it’s so short but I had literally no idea where to go with it :(

I had been close friends with Viktor Drago for about 3 years now. We met at the gym; I went with my best friend Sam because he was nervous to go by himself, so I went just to keep him company on a jog and watch as he trained with one of the workers on the bags. I had gone to the bathroom and nearly slammed into a guy on the way out. That guy was Viktor.

Sometimes I think back and realize how stupid it was of me to not be paying attention as I walked out of the bathroom, but I’m still glad I did, because it gave me an excuse to talk to my best friend.

Recently Viktor had met a girl; her name was Brittany (if that’s your name change it) and she was extremely pretty and she was really nice. I couldn’t help but feel jealous of the girl. Viktor seemed to like her a lot. She had hung out with us when we were hanging out and she seemingly only got nicer.

The longer I was around her the more jealous I got, even if I shouldn’t have been, I couldn’t help it.

I went home early one day when the three of us were hanging out, claiming I wasn’t feeling well and went to bed. I wasn’t lying– truthfully I hadn’t felt very well.

It had started raining as I laid in bed, the comforters up to my cheek; I watched the rain drops pelt against the window and rush down the building. A soft sigh left my lips as I closed my eyes and burrowed myself beneath the covers.

What right did I have to be depressed? Viktor might not have liked like I like him, but he was still my best friend and I should be happy for him. She seemed like a catch.

There was a knock at my door that I hardly heard. I forced myself to get up, walking to the door and opening it up, not caring enough to look through the peephole; if it was a serial killer they could murder me, quite frankly that would solve all of my problems.

I looked up at Viktor’s worried face and forced a small smile.

“Hello, Viktor. What are you doing here?” I asked, moving aside so he could walk inside.

“I was worried about you.” Viktor said, eyeing me carefully as I shut the door.

“I’m fine.” I murmured, walking over and sitting on the sofa. I let out a sigh and ran my hand through my hair; what was I supposed to say?

“What’s wrong?” Viktor asked, sitting beside me and looking worriedly at me. I let a huff of air out through my nose and looking at him. My eyebrows furrowed inwards lightly as he waited patiently for my reply.

“I love you.” Viktor frowned.

“I love you, too. You’re my best friend.” I shook my head, feeling my eyes getting watery.

“Not like that. I love you as a friend, but also so much more.

“What do you mean (y/n)?” Viktor asked hesitantly.

“Viktor, I love you in so much more than a friendly way. I love you in a romantic way. I knew it from the moment I met you. I‘m sorry it took me so long to catch up. I know it’s probably too late for this; you don’t deserve me just springing this on you. It’s stupid. I just thought you should know.“

“It‘s not… it‘s not stupid…“ Viktor quietly spoke. He scooted a little closer, placing one of his larger hands on top of mine as I picked at my fingernails. “I– uh, I like you too, (y/n).“ I looked at him quickly, my eyes widened.

“What?” A small blush was on his pale cheeks as he looked into my eyes.

“I like you, too, (y/n). I’ve liked you for some time. I was… afraid to tell you. I thought you didn’t like me like that.” He said softly; I intertwined my fingers with his and stared deep into his eyes, smiling softly.

“If anyone here shouldn’t like someone it’s you not liking me.”

“But I do.”

“I like you, too.”

#viktor drago #victor drago fluff #one shot #creed 2 #creed 2 viktor drago #florian munteanu #florian munteanu fluff

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Prompt List

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! Maximum prompts per request is three.

List of character I will do:

Axel Cluney (Deadpool 2)

Bob Gray (IT)

Henry Pearl (Battle creek)

Gordan Merkel

Mark (Assassination Nation)

Mickey (Villains 2019)

Roman Godfrey (Hemlock Grove)

The Kid (Castle Rock)

1: “Sometimes I get sad and I don’t know why. I’m sorry.”

2: “I hope you find the happiness you pretend to have.”

3: “I would love you in any shape, in any world, with any past. Never doubt that.”

4: “If your life had a face I’d punch it.”

5: “Do you have any fucking clue what you do to me?”

6: “Sometimes I wish I could turn back time. Not to change anything, just to feel some things twice.”

7: “I feel like I should stop thinking about you, but I can’t”

8: “It’s a classic. He/she loves someone else.”

9: I think you’re enough. You’re enough for you. You’re enough for me.”

10: “I have nothing.“ “You have me. Am I not enough?“

11: “ I shouldn’t be jealous, he/she isn’t/aren’t even mine to be jealous over.”

12: “Who am I to be in love when your love was never for me?”

13: “Except for being a bit fucked in the head, I’d say he/she’s normal.”

14: “I love you. I knew it the moment I met you. I’m sorry it took me so long to catch up.”

15: “Words... how little they mean when you’re a little too late.”

16: “It’s a party. So I’m pretending to have fun.”

17: “When was the last time you were hugged?”

18: “How can someone just not be there anymore?”

19: “That wasn’t very romantic. Kind of gross too.”

20: “I’m not a person you should fall in love with.“

21: “I don’t mind you breaking my heart.”

22: “Do you know how it feels when the person you love the most tells you that you shouldn’t love them?”

23: “Just admit it; you want to kiss me.” “Or maybe you want to kiss me and you think using reverse psychology is going to make me kiss you.”

24: “Did you really just push that guy/girl off the couch so you could cuddle with me?” ‘Yes.” ‘This is why I love you.”

25: “Is there at particular reason you’re in my room half-naked?”

26: “Oh, would you look at that. There’s nowhere to sit besides my lap.”

27: “Can I have some of that blanket? I’m freezing.”

28: “Why are you so jealous?”

29: “What’s the matter, love?” “Nothing, I’m just a little sad.” “Come here.”

30: “I know I’m supposed to be mad at you, but I miss you so much.“

31: “What did I ever do to you?”

32: “I’m just scared that you’ll leave me one day.”

33: “I wanna kiss you so bad right now.” “So then kiss me.”

34: “I can’t sleep. I had a nightmare again.”

35: “I can’t have a proper conversation if you’re shirtless.”

36: “Holding you in my arms is the best feeling in the entire world, and I don’t ever want to give that up.”

37: “You know I’d never leave you. I love you too much and I’m too selfish to walk away.”

38: “Did you... shit, that was smooth as fuck.”

39: “You’re better than my favorite fictional character, and that’s saying a lot.”

40: “You may not be my first girlfriend, but you‘re the only one that matters.“

41: “Out of all the things I like to eat, you’re my favorite.”

42: “I always joke around because it makes you smile and I love seeing you smile.”

43: “Why are you so quiet around me?” “Because I’m worried I’m gonna say something stupid and scare you away.”

44: “Stop looking at me like that!” “I’m sorry to have to be the one to inform you, but that’s what eyes do.”

45: “My mom would love you.”

46: “I’ll always be there.”

47: “You can miss someone and still be mad at them.”

48: “The more people you let into your life the more they can just walk right out.”

49: “Why are you like this?” “Unresolved daddy issues.”

50: “I was being sarcastic.“

51: “It’s no big deal.”

52: “You scared the shit out of me.”

53: “Thanks, but no thanks.”

54: “That’s easier said than done.”

55: “Wow, you look like shit. What can I do for you?”

56: “I don’t believe in love at first sight, but if you’re willing to walk by again I think I can make an exception.”

57: “I loved you.” “You did what?”

58: “Listen.” “What am I listening for?” “Nothing, I just wanted you to shut up.”

59: “We need the cavalry.” “I am the cavalry.” “Fuck you mean you’re the cavalry?” “I’m all that’s left.”

60: “Do you think you could ever love me again?“ “I never stopped loving you.“

61: “I need a favor.” “I already gave you a favor and you got my girlfriend shot.” “She’s alright.” “And? That doesn’t change anything.”

62: “You have this smile.” “What kind of smile?” “The type of smile that would be cruel not to kiss.”

63: “Sorry I’m not a heartless bitch like you.”

64: “I’m sorry I wasn’t the friend you deserved, but you were the friend I needed.” “You’re saying that like you’re never going to see me again.” “I’m not. I’m leaving.” “But you just came to make amends!” “No, I came to apologize.”

65: “If you think, for even a second, that I wouldn’t risk everything for her/him, then you’re wrong.”

66: “I love you.” “I love you, too.” “Do you?” “Hey, you know you’re mine.” “Yeah, but are you mine?”

67: “People are so quick to leave. It doesn’t matter if they're all you have.”

68: “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you while I was hurting.”

69: “It hurts so much, and you don’t understand how much it hurts. You don’t care because it’s not happening to you.”

70: “I can’t do this anymore. I can’t just sit here and wait for you to come back.” “I don’t want that either.” “Then stay!” “I can’t.” “Then leave. Leave and do not come back.”

71: “I love my boyfriend/girlfriend more than anything in the entire world and I would die for him/her, but I know that’d make him/her sad, so instead I’m gonna live for him/her.”

72: “What can I say? I’m irresistible.” “And yet, here I am, resisting you.”

73: “You don’t get into a relationship to mess around and cheat you get into a relationship to search for that one person you love more than yourself. And I know now that that’ll never be possible for you, because you’re incapable of loving anyone besides yourself.”

74: “Give it up and she lives.” “You’re an idiot if you think she can’t take care of herself.”

75: “Don’t tell me you're afraid.” “I was born afraid.”

76: “Go ahead. Do what I can’t do.”

77: “I don’t want to speak to you anymore.”

78: “This is everything!” “No, he/she is everything.” “You’re going to give all of this up for him/her?” “Yes.”

79: “”You wouldn’t understand. its a secret.” “I wouldn’t understand or it’s a secret?” “You wouldn’t understand (character), it’s a secret.”

80: “Thinking I had the heart to care for you was your first mistake, followed by countless others.“

81: “I can’t figure out what you are.” “Excuse me?” “Good influence or bad.”

82: “I’m scared of sex, but not because I think it’s going to hurt, but because I’m uncomfortable with my body and I’ve never been naked in front of anyone before.”

83: “Does he/she really think of her/him as just a friend?” “No, he/she’s in love with him/her, he/she just won’t admit it.”

84: “All I ever really wanted was for him/her to love me.”

85: “Nothing is going according to plan!” “That depends.” “On what?” “who’s plan you’re talking about.”

86: “You intrigue me.” “I’m not very interesting.” “Funny, uninteresting people don’t usually have to say that.”

87: “Why is he bleeding?” “Because he’s an idiot.” “I didn’t know idiocy cause people to start spontaneously bleeding from a gash in their (body part).”

88: “That is a terribly, horribly, incredibly stupid idea. Let’s do it and see what happens.”

89: “He/she’s an idiot, I’m an idiot. We’re co-presidents of the Club Idiot.” “Don’t you mean the Idiot Club?” “Exactly.”

90: “He/she’s crying. What do I do?“ “Go comfort him/her.” “How?“ “Start with hugs.“ “With what?“

91: “You know you’re in love with her, right?” “Since when?” “Since pretty much always. That’s why I’m breaking up with you.”

92: “Will you hit him over the head with a frying pan?” “I believe the technical term for that is ‘will you murder him’.” “Fine, then. Will you murder him for me?”

93: “I would like to join you in acknowledging the difficulties of your life.” “You’re the worst at this comforting thing.”

94: “You don’t strike me as a professional criminal.” “That’s what makes me so good at it.”

95: “Literally everything about that is illegal.”

96: “Why are you doing that?” “Doing what?” “Treating me like a person.” “Because you... are one...?”

97: “My mascara is too expensive to ruin by crying, but just know I am feeling a lot of things on the inside.”

98: “Did you bring us here to die?” “Obviously.” “I can’t tell if you’re being sarcastic or not.”

99: “Are you clinically insane or incredibly annoying?” “I don’t know. Probably both.”

100: “That’s not funny.“ “I thought it was.“ “You don‘t count. You stared laughing in the middle of a funeral because you started thinking of a meme you saw.”

#dialog prompts #preferences #one shots #bill skarsgard #castle rock #it 2017 #Deadpool 2 #diary of a wimpy kid #hemlock grove #villains 2019 #battle creek #atomic blonde

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Who Can Hold Out Longer

Pairing: John Murphy x OC

Prompt/summary: Murphy and OC are in a fight, both too prideful to go and apologize, and giving each other the silent treatment. The only question remaining: who can hold out longer?

Word count: 2142

Warnings/contents: Slight angst, a mention of suicide, slight fluff? Honestly not much, but it has a happy ending, cursing

Notes: None, just enjoy!

Three days. It had been three days since she’d spoken to Murphy. Both of them were extremely prideful; to be honest, Lilith didn’t even know what they were fighting about, and neither did Murphy. It was tiring, everyone around them was on edge. It felt as if any moment the two were going to blow up, but it never happened. They were truly ignoring each other.

Lilith had been with Monty a lot, helping him with the communication line from the bracelets, and seeing them together made Murphy's blood boil; but he stayed quiet. Lilith always won the silent treatment game, but not this time. He wasn't going to bend, she was. He was sure of himself this time.

He slept outside, kept watch, did anything to distract himself. He stayed away from her and whenever she was in view he refused to look at her; he knew if he looked at her he'd give in. He missed her. Three days was the longest they'd gone without talking since they'd met. she was always pestering him and vice versa. All day every day. He missed her jokes, her touch, her kisses.

Murphy was getting more and more bitter as the days went by, making him even more unbearable than normal.

Clarke had basically begged Lilith to make up with him, just to swallow her pride and apologize, but just as she was more stubborn than Murphy she was more stubborn than Clarke. She'd been with Bellamy on hunts, but if Murphy was mentioned she'd dare to go off alone, so Bellamy learned to keep his mouth shut in fear of her getting harmed or even killed out there alone.

The first night everything was tense as Murphy slept outside, leaned against a tree and waking up to go on watch for the rest of the night. The second night he was more tired than ever before, not getting any sleep and staying up most the previous night; he did the same again this night, but he didn't sleep against the tree, he stayed awake all night. Last night, the third night, he'd fallen asleep on the dirt on watch with someone else and woke up less than 15 minutes later, unable to sleep again from a nightmare.

Whenever he had a nightmare he had her beside him; she was there for him to hold him, curling up in her arms and feeling her hands run through his hair, her soft voice soothing him back to sleep. She was the only one he allowed to see this side of him. God, how he missed her.

He went back to camp, stumbling as he walked from the lack of sleep. Everyone took their glance at the dark circles underneath his eyes, how messy his hair was and how dirty his face was. He didn't care though. He didn't care about anything right now.

Lilith was working, doing some heavy lifting as she always did; she wore a dirty black tank top, smeared with dirt and torn in small places across her stomach and tattered at the bottom, though it clung to her sweaty form. She wore jeans that hung loosely on her hips and combat boots which secretly held a knife. The pocket in her pants held another knife and she kept ahold of the empty gun Bellamy had upon going to Earth to threaten anyone with the illusion of bullets. No one dared correct her.

Her thin arms were muscular-- she'd always been stronger than he'd imagined she'd be. She was helping build the wall, dropping wood for the others at their posts and hammering the nails into the thick wood.

Murphy's eyes lingered on her as she worked; she'd felt eyes on her and looked at the boy. It'd be lying to say her heart didn't clench at his saddened, dirty face. He was zoned out, not even noticing as her eyebrows furrowed downwards as she watched him for a moment too long.

Lilith forced her eyes away and gave a defeated sigh underneath her breath. Bellamy crossed his arms and looked at her as he stopped by her, seeing as he'd seen the entire thing go down.

"Lilith, for the love of god, just go talk to him." Bellamy huffed. "He misses you."

"He started it." She'd grumbled, earning an eye roll from Bellamy.

"You're both children," he grumbled, stalking off towards his tent with Octavia following in tow.

In truth Lilith missed Murphy just as much as he missed her, she just wouldn't admit it. Murphy was playing her game better than she played it, and it was hurting both of them. Their fights never lasted more than a day. One more night without Murphy wouldn't kill her, but it was hurting more and more every night she'd rolled over and found nothing but darkness rather than Murphy, sleeping peacefully for her to curl up against.

But pride was a hell of a thing.

Lilith had gone on a hunt with Bellamy and Finn, bringing back some food near nightfall. They'd ran into Grounders and got a little beat up; Bellamy made Lilith go to Clarke for the wound on her arm.

Lilith walked in the tent without warning, seeing Clarke sorting through some items and Octavia talking to her.

"Hey, you guys are-- holy shit, are you okay?" Octavia jumped up, running the small distance and looking at her arm. Lilith gave a wince when Octavia roughly grabbed her arm to inspect it and forced her arm away from her.

"I'm fine. Just a little flesh wound."

"That looks serious," Clarke frowned when Lilith walked over to her. "Take your shirt off so I can see it better." Lilith took off her thin long sleeve shirt, leaving her in a tank top and bra, and tossed it aside while Clarke made her sit down.

"It's not that bad." Lilith insisted as Clarke told Octavia to go get water. "I've had worse wounds."

"It can still get infected."

"Well then it'll get infected."

"You can't be so careless with your safety, Lilith." Clarke told her.

"It doesn't matter." Lilith whispered as Octavia came rushing back in with water for Clarke.

"What doesn't matter?"

"Me being reckless. I've always been this way, and it doesn't matter to anyone."

"Are you sure? To anyone?" Clarke raised a knowing eyebrow Lilith rolled her eyes.

"What are you, my fuckin' therapist?" She grumbled, staying as stoic as she could as Clarke began to clean the wound on her arm and find bandages for it.

"Why won't you just talk to him?" Octavia butted in, sitting beside Lilith. "He stares at you all day. He obviously misses you."

"Then he'd talk to me."

"Are you serious?" Octavia frowned.

"Do I look like I'm joking?" Lilith asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I just didn't realize it was possible to be so cold towards someone you love." Octavia said.

"Talk to Murphy about that. He started it." Lilith rolled her eyes.

"He starts everything, but you have to be the one to calm him down; he's insane lately." Clarke intervened.

"Not my problem."

"Last I checked he was your boyfriend."

"My boyfriend who hasn't spoken to me in three days."

"Maybe he feels the same about you." Clarke offered.

"Seriously, Griffin, you're a doctor not a therapist."

"I want to help you." She pressed.

"Well I don't want your help. I'm doing just fine on my own." Lilith bitterly replied.

"I can see." Clarke sarcastically replied.

"'Tis but a flesh wound." Lilith hummed carelessly as Clarke finished up on her arm.

"One day we're all gonna die. Is this how you want to remember your life?" Octavia asked softly. Lilith hesitated before standing up and grabbing her shirt.

"Thanks, Clarke. But this isn't your business, and it isn't your either," she shot a look at Octavia. Lilith walked out, not bothering to put her shirt back on. Her arm ached but she refused to show it as she neared Bellamy, tying the shirt around her waist and crossing her arms as she stopped.

"All patched up?" Bellamy asked, looking at her arm.

"Obviously," she held back an eye roll, which Bellamy took instead as he held out a makeshift spear to her.

"Good, because you're on watch."

"Don't you think she should... I don't know, rest before she goes out there again?" Finn asked.

"I'm fine--" "She's fine." Bellamy and Lilith both replied at the same time.

"See? Fine." Lilith took the spear and left, stalking out into the woods at the post she always took and stuck the spear into the ground, leaning against the tree by her and crossing her arms. A sigh left her lips as she was finally alone, and when she was alone she didn't have to hold up her façade anymore.

Her body slid down the rough bark, scratching her shoulders as she sat down, sadly looking out into the deep, dark woods. The distant shouts of people echoed from the bonfire they made to cook the meat they'd gotten on their hunt.

The wound on her arm stung, but she chose to ignore it. There was no psychical pain that matched the emotional state she was in; constantly on the verge of a breakdown, all alone again as it was before on the Ark, depressed, suicidal, cold. At this moment all she wanted was Murphy. To put his arm around her and comfort her as he always had, press a kiss to her temple and remind her everything was going to be okay.

But without Murphy it wasn't going to be okay.

Time seemed to go fast as the uneventful night passed. The close crunch of leaves snapped her out of her trance as she stood quickly and looked over, only to see Finn walking over; he held his hands up.

"I come in peace." He joked. "Just here to replace you." Lilith left the spear, beginning to pass by the male without a word. "Lilith," Finn rushed, making her turn her head to look at him. "Are you... are you okay?" He asked softly. A shrug came in return, as she didn't know what to say; she felt as if her voice didn't work anymore, and not because she hadn't spoken since hours ago. "I know you won't believe me, but he's been sulking around all night, too. He's not even pestering anyone anymore, Lilith. You're hardly even speaking and I haven't heard as many sarcastic responses from you in awhile."

"I don't know what you mean, Finn." Lilith spoke, her voice was dull and dead. Her face didn't hold any emotion either as she started to walk away. Finn gave a sigh and leaned against the tree, watching after her as her figure disappeared into the darkness towards camp.

There were only a few people still awake in camp, walking about and warming up by the fire. They moved out of Lilith's way as she walked, her eyes trained on the ground. The only time she glanced aside was to look where Murphy slept now. But he wasn't leaned against the tree he always slept by. Her eyes were heavy as she walked into her tent, stopping dead in her tracks when she saw Murphy, shirtless.

He turned upon hearing the tent open, and stumbled back a couple steps. He put his shirt on quickly and stared at her; there weren't any words exchanged, but he didn't miss the pained look on her face as she turned away and avoided him.

"Is your arm alright?" Murphy finally broke the three day silence. Lilith looked at him, hot tears welled up in her eyes as she ignored his question and instead walked over and wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her face into his shoulder. Murphy was shocked, but he was quick to wrap his arms around her tightly in return and hug her like she was going to disappear.

"I'm sorry." Lilith whispered against him.

"Me too." Murphy whispered,

"I didn't want it to go on this long." Lilith sniffled. "But I'm a bitch."

"If we're doing that then, to be fair, I'm an asshole. I should have talked to you days ago, but I was too stubborn."

"You're talking to me," Lilith finally looked up at him, laughing slightly. "I'm the most stubborn person in this place." A small smile graced Murphy's lips as he gently brushed her hair away from her eyes.

"I wouldn't want you any other way." Lilith leaned up and pushed her lips against Murphy's. He kissed her back immediately, holding her as close as he could.

Needless to say, everything returned back to normal the next day, and Bellamy and Clarke couldn't be more glad that the two were back together; even if they were annoying together, they were worse apart.

#the 100 #john murphy #angst #fluff #the 100 john murphy #john murphy fluff #john murphy angst #silent treatment #the 100 one shots

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Dating Rodrick Heffley Would Include

* 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

#Rodrick heffley #diary of a wimpy kid #Rodrick heffley fluff #Rodrick rules #diary of a wimpy kid Rodrick heffley #dating would include #preferences

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Cuddling

Prompt/summary: Imagine cuddling with Bellamy, Jasper and Murphy

Word count: 322

Warnings/contents: Fluff that’s all

Notes: None, just enjoy the fluff!

Bellamy loved cuddling, but only at night; PDA wasn’t at the top of his list of things to do throughout the day, besides a couple kisses and holding hands. At night, when he wanted to share his tent with you, he’d hold you in his arms, spooning you and pressing soft kisses to your neck every now and then and keeping you as close as possible all night long. He’ll have a hand underneath your shirt, laying on your stomach and his other arm beneath your head as a substitute for a pillow. He’d swoon if you put your hand on his in your sleep and curled up against him more

Jasper looooooves cuddling with you. If you’re ever put together on watch you better believe you’re cuddled up against him. Nights? You’re cuddling. He’ll wrap you up in his arms and face you all night, curling up with you in his arms and snuggling his face into your neck. He loves snuggling up to you, no matter where you are or what you’re doing. He keeps you as close as he can all night and stays around you a good majority of the day, wanting to hold your hand and just following you around like a puppy

Murphy was shockingly a big cuddler. It wasn’t obvious and god forbid he ever let anyone besides you find out his soft, cuddly side; he likes being held-- hell, he needs to be held. He won’t admit it, or ask for it, but if you’re laying down he will come over, lay on top of you, and snuggle his face into your neck. He’ll fall asleep on you if you run your hands through his hair and hold him close and kiss his head. Murphy likes being the one to hold you as well, but if he has the chance he’d die to curl up in your arms and get hair pets and snuggles

#the 100 #john murphy #fluff #preferences #Bellamy blake #jasper jordan #the 100 jasper #the 100 bellamy #Bellamy blake fluff #jasper Jordan fluff #john murphy fluff #the 100 murphy

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The 100 (Cancelled)

John Murphy

Who Can Hold Out Longer

Preferences

Cuddling

#the 100 #john murphy #jasper jordan #Bellamy blake #fluff #smut #angst #the 100 preferences #preferences #one shots

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Rodrick Heffley (Cancelled)

Dating Rodrick Heffley Would Include

#diary of a wimpy kid #greg heffley #Rodrick heffley #devon bostick #fluff #smut #diary of a wimpy kid Rodrick heffley #Rodrick heffley fluff #Rodrick heffley smut #Rodrick rules

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Losing your Virginity

Pairing: Viktor Drago x Reader

Prompt/summary: Imagine losing your virginity to Viktor Drago

Word count: 485

Warnings/contents: Nudity, smut-like stuff, fluff

Notes: It does get pretty descriptive in some parts, I’d say at least 16 - 17+ but then again no one ever listens to that

Listen here you squirrely 12 year old motherfuckers, stop reading smut you’ll get brain damage

Nah, I’m just playing. But seriously, this does get descriptive, read with caution I guess. If you want a full smut we all know I’m down to write that full, Viktor x reader first time smut

Oh, boy, oh, boy. When you first brought the mere idea up to Viktor he began to sweat; you were just so small compared to him. He was a big man, with a big body and big arms and even if there’s not much of a chance he would actually hurt you, he was terrified he might accidentally suffocate you somehow. Then, when you told him he‘d be your first, he got even more freaked out; like he turned white, and you already know how white this boy is.

Somehow, when you finally convinced him you’d be fine, and that you trusted him to not hurt you and you wanted this with him, seeing as he was worried you’d regret giving up your first time “for him,” as he put it, he was slow and very hesitant. He had acted as if it was the first time he’d ever touched another human being. His large hands stayed on your hips for quite some time. You’d sit on his lap, your legs on either side of his, your arms around his shoulders, your lip attached to his in a soft heated make out session that lasted for quite awhile.

Viktor would get grabby soon, his hands holding onto your clothes tightly, running up your body and onto the back of your neck, just like in a normal make out session, but with a new-found force to the kiss. He’d moan into the kiss as you rocked your hips against him and finally start unzipping his jacket.

He’d take your clothes off slowly, his worried gaze watching you every few seconds to make sure you were okay just as he nibbled on your skin or squeezed lightly at your legs.

He would go slow, no matter if he was going down on you or if he was actually putting himself inside of you. He would be quiet, letting out soft moans and grunts. He’d say close, making sure you were alright with every whimper and furrow of your eyebrows. He wouldn‘t dare go faster until you asked him to. Pride wasn‘t a thing that existed in the bedroom with Viktor, you‘d have to give it all up and basically beg him to go faster if he thought, for even a second, he was hurting you.

He’d make sure your first time was special as well as just making sure you were alright, he‘d show you a good, gentle time and killing you with that tongue of his. His teeth would just barley nibble at your tender skin, his lips trailing open mouthed kisses along your neck as he picked the pace up.

He’d press his forehead against yours and listen to your moans, watching you with a careful gaze. Afterwards he‘d hold you close all night, just as every other night, and kiss your forehead and spoon you even closer than before, if that were possible.

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