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Hii I was wondering if you could do a Harry Potter imagine of Neville longbottom with the prompts 2,4, and 8 of fluff? Thank you!!:)

hello darling! yes, of course! I love neville :)

I wasn’t entirely sure which prompt list you wanted these from (there’s two different ones), so I ended up just using the first one. please let me know if that’s the wrong one!

also, this has implied hufflepuff reader, but i think it’s only mentioned once

les étoiles

Neville x Reader

prompts from #1:

2. “It’s you, it always has been.”

4. “Kiss me.”

8. “I’d do anything for you.”

“This doesn’t look like the Hufflepuff common room.” A voice piped up from behind where she was perched on the balcony of the astronomy tower. She turned around abruptly, startled at the interruption, and was met with a soft green gaze.

A smile spread across her lips. “You’re right, but seeing as how we’re both prefects now, I don’t see there being a problem with curfew.”

He laughed softly, “I guess.” Accepting the silent invite evident in her eyes, he took a seat next to her, his long legs dangling off of the tower. He was glad for some semblance of railing to keep the two of them from falling over the edge.

“What’s your favorite one?” He asked her, nodding his head toward the sky, eyes lingering on her before he caught himself, quickly shifting to look away, cheeks tinting red.

“I don’t know that many,” she admitted. “I wish I did. What’s yours?”

“I don’t know that many either.” He cracked a grin, looking back at her. “I never paid much attention in astrology. I’m more focused on the earth; you know, herbology and all. But I bet there’s a constellation out there that looks like Trevor, so that would probably be my favorite.”

She laughed at his comment, and he felt his heart stutter, quickly coming to the realization that it was a sound he did not think he could ever tire of hearing. He watched her turn back to the horizon, pulling her jacket tighter around her as a biting wind whipped past. He was quick to remove his own coat, gently draping it over the girl’s shoulder. She thanked him with a nod as her fingers curled around the edges and pulled it tighter across her chest. It brought with it a comforting warmth and smelled of freshly baked cinnamon raisin cookies; he smelled like home.

A comfortable silence settled over the two.

Suddenly, her eyes widened and she shot her arm out, pointing toward the sky. “Neville, it’s a shooting star!” The movement caught her off balance and she fumbled with her hands on the railing. The boy beside her immediately reached out his arms and wrapped his fingers around her waist, steadying her.

“Are you alright?” He asked frantically.

She burst out laughing, clutching her stomach with one hand and the other finding a place atop one of Neville’s hands that was still secured on her hips. After a hesitant moment of nervously watching to make sure she was alright, he joined her in laughter.

She turned her head back toward him, and their eyes met. The laughter suddenly ceased, the atmosphere between them quieting drastically.

“What do you think is going to happen tomorrow?” Her voice was barely above a whisper, but in it he could sense her worry. Everyone at Hogwarts felt the same; perhaps it had to do with the looming threat of the second wizarding war. Neville’s eyes softened the longer their gaze remained connected, and he moved his hand to wrap around hers reassuringly.

“I have no bloody idea.” His bluntness elicited a small laugh from her.

“Well that’s reassuring.”

“Sorry.” The corners of his lips quirked up before faltering. “I think there’s going to be a fight. A real bad one, too.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of,” came her whispered response. “But I want to fight.” She admitted. “Hogwarts is my home, I can’t lose it.”

A long pause ensued before she shifted herself so that her head fell gently on his shoulder.

“Neville?”

He hummed in response.

“Promise me one thing.”

His voice was barely a whisper, “I’d do anything for you.”

His face reddened as he realized he had spoken aloud. She let out a soft laugh, and he smiled sheepishly down at her.

“Don’t get into trouble tomorrow,” She began, taking a deep breath, “Because if anything were to happen, I don’t think I would be able to go on without you… Neville, I’ve been wanting to tell you something for a while now.”

He swallowed anxiously, eyes darting between hers. “Yeah?”

“To put it bluntly, Neville, it’s you, it always has been,” she let out a nervous laugh, “What I mean is, I really like you. Have for some time, actually. I just didn’t want to tell you, because what if you didn’t like me back? I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. And then there were so many issues bigger than us and I figured it was definitely not the right time. I was-”

“Kiss me.”

She paused, giving him an incredulous look. “What?”

He grimaced, shifting away from her. “Sorry, I-”

She quickly took his face in her hands and pulled it toward her, closing the distance between them. He was hesitant at first, but quickly gained control of himself and slid an arm around her waist to bring her closer, his other hand reaching up to cradle her head.

The sky above twinkled with stars, basking the two lovers in an ethereal glow, anticipation of what the next day would bring all but forgotten to them.

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Genuine ~ Bucky Barnes x Reader

Request: Hey! I have a request that’s been floating around in my mind for a while and I was wondering if you could write it.? So, reader is a psychologist that works with/ is friends with Sam at the VA and Sam bring her in to help Bucky (or brings Bucky to her) and their relationship kind of blossoms from there. Plus Sam making jokes about how old bucky is would be great. Last always, I love your writing Xx Thank you! - @captain-maaarvel

A/N: I adored this prompt and I hope I did it justice! Thank you so much for sending it my way!

Requests are open (but I’m kinda slow)

Pairings/Characters: Bucky x Reader, Sam Wilson

Rating: K+

Warnings: None really

Word Count: 3066

“Hey, bird boy, less texting. More running,” Bucky shouted as he blew past.

When Sam didn’t immediately take off after him, Bucky doubled back, concerned.

“Everything okay?”

“My friend from the VA just asked if I could swing by since I’m in town. They’re short-handed. I gotta go.”

“Rain check on the Vietnamese food then?”

“Or you can come with me and we can go after?” he suggested.

“I don’t know about that…”

“Come on. It’ll only be an hour or so. And the best Vietnamese restaurant is right next door,” Sam pressed.

Bucky pursed his lips for a moment considering it.

“Alright. Yeah.”

“Okay. Let’s get back to the Tower. I’ve got to change if I’m going to lead a session.”

“Race ya!” Bucky grinned as he sprinted away.

“Still not funny, dude,” Sam yelled as he took off after him.

“Hey, Sugar.”

“Hey, Sam I am. Long time no see,” Y/n smiled brightly at him as she filed some paperwork. “Thanks so much for coming.”

“Anything for you. How can I help?” he asked seriously, noting how stressed she was.

“We have a readjustment counseling session starting in ten. Would you mind? Ellie is out sick so I’ve been picking up her appointments today and I’m a bit behind.”

“Say no more.”

“Are you two together or does he need help?” she asked when she spotted the Bucky lingering in the door way.

“The two aren’t necessarily mutually exclusive,” Sam admitted quietly as he leaned on the counter. “That’s Bucky. I was hoping you could talk to him.”

“In my official capacity?” she asked with an arched eyebrow.

“More of as a friend who’s equipped to listen to him when he finally feels like talking.”

“Got it,” she nodded.

“Hey, Bucky, come here.”

Bucky continued looking at the photos on the wall. He seemed enamored with one in particular and y/n knew exactly which one it was.

“Yo, Barnes. I know you’re 101 but I didn’t think your hearing was going yet.”

“Shut up, bird brain,” he grumbled.

“Come here. There’s someone I want you to meet.”

Bucky’s eyes fixed on the beautiful woman speaking with Sam and he swallowed nervously.

“Barnes, this is my friend Y/n. Y/n, this is Bucky.”

“It’s nice to meet you.”

She smiled openly as she extended her hand for him to shake. He hesitated for a moment before gripping her hand and shaking it several times.

“Nice to meet you too,” he mumbled.

“What room?” Sam prompted.

“104. Do you remember the way?” she teased.

“Hilarious,” he replied drily.

“Thanks, Sammy.”

He rolled his eyes but blew her a kiss nonetheless. Bucky rocked back and forth awkwardly when they were left alone.

“Did you want to sit in on the session?” she offered, but Bucky shook his head somewhat quickly.

“No. I umm. Don’t think that’s the best idea.”

“Well I was just about to grab a cup of coffee? Care to join me then?”

“Sure. Yeah. I’d like that.” He grew more confident with each subsequent response.

“Then follow me.”

“How do you take yours?”

“Black. Thanks.”

She handed him the cup before adding a packet of sweetener to her own. They made their way over to a table in the corner of the cafeteria. Bucky’s eyes scanned the room. Y/n sensed he was more wary than nervous, although she wasn’t sure why.

“So how did you get roped into coming down here with Sammy?” she asked conversationally.

“He promised me food after.”

“Of course he did. Well the best Vietnamese place is right next door. You should try it out.”

“That’s where we’re going. He actually said the same thing.”

She chuckled, “I’d be insulted if he didn’t. After all, I introduced him to it.”

“Well that’s a bit or a relief.”

“Why?” she asked with a tilt of her head.

“Well, Sam’s suggestions can be pretty hit or miss. So it’s nice to know he’s not the only one who thinks it’s good.”

“Fair enough,” she chuckled. “Sam does have a spotty track record, I guess.”

“To say the least.”

There was an awkward pause where both were trying to feel the other one out.

“So what do you do here?”

“I’m a trauma psychologist.”

Bucky stiffened at the revelation. He smelled a set up. Y/n watched as he started to shut down, hiding a frown.

“What does that entail?” he managed to ask.

“I mainly council veterans or their family members one on one or in small groups.”

“What made you get into that?” He asked quickly.

She could tell he didn’t want to give her the chance to ask her own questions, but as long as he was still talking at all she would take it as a win.

“I wanted to help people, and I’ve always enjoyed understanding people. I was the kid who always asked why.”

“So why the VA?”

“I came from a military family. It felt natural.”

He nodded as he digested the information.

“Your dad?” he guessed.

“Mom actually,” she corrected with a proud smile. “And my uncle. That’s actually how my parents got together. My mom and my uncle served in the marines together, and when they got out he introduced her to his kid brother who he swore she was perfect for.”

“Was he right?”

“Has been for the last 34 years.”

That actually earned a smile from him, and it was beautiful enough to take y/n’s breath away.

“Excuse me, Dr. Y/l/n.”

“Yes, Casey?”

“Dr. King’s 3:00 is here.”

“Okay, thank you. I’ll be right there. You’ll have to excuse me. I have an appointment.”

“Of course.”

Taking one last pull of her coffee, y/n stood up and extended her hand to Bucky.

“It was nice to meet you, Bucky.”

“You as well,” he agreed somewhat hesitantly.

When Sam finished up his session he stopped in to Y/n’s office. The door was open and she had just started writing her reports for the day when he strolled in.

“So how’d it go?”

“I didn’t spend much time with him because I had a patient, but he was fairly guarded. Especially when he found out I was a psychologist.”

Sam frowned.

“I figured as much, but I was still hoping…”

“You know as well as I do, that sometimes nothing works until you’re ready to get help.”

“I know. You’re right. I just really want him to have friends outside of the team.”

“Just keep getting him out in the world.”

“So wise for one so young.”

“I’m only a couple years younger than you.”

“You could be a few days younger than me and I’d still give you crap,” he reminded her as he leaned back on her desk.

“Yeah, I know. Pain in the ass.”

“You love me.”

“Yeah. I do. Are you sticking around for a while this time?”

He frowned at the hopeful tone in her voice.

“We head back to the compound tomorrow. But I’m sure I’ll be back soon.”

“I hope so.”

“Do you want to join us for dinner?”

She grimaced.

“I’m not sure that’s the best idea. Besides, I’ve got a lot of paperwork to finish up.”

“Come on. Please. At least see if Bucky is totally against it. Casey already told me you’re clear for the rest of the day.”

“Oh you talked to Casey, huh?” she teased.

Sam glared back at her. “Are you coming or not?”

“Okay, fine. But if he objects, I’m not going to impose. Got it?”

“Got it.” He grinned and handed Y/n her jacket. “Let’s go.”

Bucky had his metal hand shoved in his pocket as he scrolled through his phone.

“Hey, Barnes, you hungry?”

“It’s 4:30. I thought we were going to eat two hours ago.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I keep forgetting you senior citizens have dinner at 3.”

“I hate you.”

Y/n smiled at the lack of bite behind the jab. They really were friends.

“Come on. Let’s eat.”

“Oh are you coming with us?” Bucky asked quietly.

She could see how uncomfortable the thought made him, so she shook her head.

“No. I have loads of paperwork to finish up. I just figured I’d walk you out.”

“But I thought,” Sam started.

“Ellie just texted and she’ll be out for the rest of the week, so I really can’t get behind. Next time. I promise.”

“I’m gonna hold you to that.”

“I know.”

She walked them out, giving Sam another huge hug before smiling warmly at Bucky.

“Keep being heroes. And come back to D.C. soon.”

“We’ll do our best,” Sam promised.

“On both counts,” Bucky added with a shy smile much to everyone’s surprise.

They made it back twice in the next three months, the first time for just two days and the second for a whole week.

“I will see you next Friday at four,” y/n smiled at Mr. Lee as she walked him over to his escort. “How are you, Rosa?”

“I’m doing well.”

“How is your grandson Henry?”

“A bit colicky but other than that an absolute angel.”

“I’m so glad to hear it. I have a prescription for you to get filled for him. And you should make an appointment with the physician.”

“Alzheimers?” she asked sadly.

“It’s just a precaution. Early detection can help.”

She nodded, making a note in her phone.

“I’ll call first thing in the morning. Thank you, Dr. Y/l/n.”

“You’re welcome. I’ll see you next week.”

As she wound a stay lock of hair back into her bun, y/n smiled when she saw Bucky. She tried to ignore the flutters in her stomach as she studied him scrawling in a notebook. She’d noticed he did that when he had a sudden burst of memories. She couldn’t help but wonder what he had remembered this time. Her cheeks flamed when he looked up and caught her staring at him.

“Hey, y/n.”

“Hey! I thought Sam was busy today.”

“He is. But I’m not. And I thought you might like to get some coffee or dinner when you were done for the day.”

He ran a hand through his hair nervously and his voice dropped off as he got to the end of the question.

“I would love to,” she assured him. “I just had my last appointment, but I have to finish up a couple of reports. Do you mind giving me about half an hour?”

“Take your time.”

He moved to sit in one of the folding chairs but she motioned for him to follow her.

“You can come and sit in my office. It’s a bit more comfortable.”

He nodded and fell in step beside her.

“So when Sam said he was busy with something important, I assumed it was Avengers business so how come you’re free?”

Bucky scoffed slightly.

“Sam’s got a date with Casey.”

“And he didn’t tell me? That rat,” she grumbled as she pushed open her office door. “But good for him. Make yourself comfortable.”

Y/n busied herself with her last few reports while Bucky circled the room. He gave a cursory glance at her degrees and certifications, before moving on to the framed photos on her bookshelf where he lingered for a while before settling in the chair just next to her and going back to his notebook.

An hour later she was finally ready to file the reports so she unlocked the drawer to her right and start leafing through to slip them in alphabetically before shutting it with a satisfied sigh.

“Sorry that was way longer than half an hour. Where should we go to eat?”

“Well are you hungry or do you just want coffee?”

“Food please.”

He chuckled at her groan.

“Your wish is my command. Anything in particular you’re in the mood for?”

“My favorite diner is a couple blocks over. Come on.”

Instinctively she reached out for his hand and he took it without thinking.

“So what makes this diner your favorite?” he asked as he tugged her out of the way of a passing crowd.

“Well for starters they have the best chocolate shakes in the entire world. But it’s also like my second home. I worked there all through high school and college.”

The warm greeting they received the moment they stepped through the door emphasized her point.

“Hi, honey. Grab a couple menus and any open spot. I’ll be right with you.”

“Okay, thanks, Lulu.”

Y/n lead Bucky to a booth that was a bit further away from the other patrons, pausing to lean over the counter to grab menus. She was greeted by all of the waitresses and most of the regulars. He couldn’t help but smile as she greeted each of them and asked about something recent. She made everyone feel listened to.

“Any suggestions?” He asked after he had read through the menu.

“Honestly everything’s great. But just make sure you try a shake.”

“I wasn’t about to give up a chance to taste the best shake in the world.”

“You’re a smart man. What’s your name, handsome?”

“James Buchanan Barnes, ma’am. You can call me Bucky. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He flashed her a grin.

At this point Y/n was certain he didn’t realize when he was turning up the charm, which made it all the more effective. Based on Lulu’s not so subtle nod of approval, she agreed.

“Well, Bucky, I’m Lulu. It’s nice to see Y/n has finally found a gentleman worth her time.”

Bucky managed to look smug and shell-shocked by the comment at the same time and y/n was positive her cheeks were bright.

“How was your cruise?” she asked suddenly.

Thankfully, she took the hint and let the conversation drop.

“It was wonderful. Just want Ray and I needed. I’ll have to show you pictures the next time you come by.”

“I would love that.”

All three of them looked up at the commotion as a group of teenagers came in.

“Do you kids need more time? It might be a bit before I make it back to you.”

Y/n looked to Bucky and he panicked and picked up his menu.

“You order. I’ll make a game time decision.”

“Can I get my usual, Lulu?” she asked with a smirk.

“Sure thing. And you, handsome?”

“I really thought that would take longer,” Bucky muttered as he scanned the menu once more. “Can I get the All-American with fries and a chocolate shake, please?”

“You sure can. I’ll put that right in.”

The conversation while they waited for their food was light, but she could sense that he was nervous about something. After a few bites of his burger he finally asked the question that had been plaguing him since he met her.

“Did Sam ask you to take me on?” he mumbled into his shake.

“Take you on?” she repeated.

“As a patient,” he clarified.

“You’re not a patient,” she reminded him.

He wanted to leave it at that, but he needed confirmation, so he pushed.

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

Understanding what he needed she shook her head as she reached out to squeeze his hand. She waited until he was looking at her.

“No. He didn’t. He asked me to talk to you as a friend. Nothing more. Nothing less. And I for one am very glad he did.”

He nodded, believing her.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I get it. But I hope you know I would never trick you into talking to me.”

It was important for her to be sure he knew that.

“I do. You’re one of the most genuine people I’ve ever met.”

“Thank you,” she blushed. “I know it might take time for you to consider me a friend, but I want you to know that I consider you one.”

“Thank you for being patient with me.”

“My pleasure.”

“And I do consider you a friend,” he added with a breathtaking smile that seemed to melt away the remaining tension they had slowly been eroding.

“Whatever you need, Bucky. Just let me know. But since you asked me a serious question, can I ask you one?”

She expected him to clam up but he was relaxed as he gestured for her to speak.

“Seems fair,” he conceded.

“Why are you so attracted to the photo with the Washington monument and the cherry blossoms?”

He exhaled a laugh, “Mainly because spring is my favorite season.”

“Really? I took you more as a…”

“If you say winter I’m never speaking to you again,” he warned.

“I was going to say Fall, but now that you mention it.”

He stuck his tongue out childishly and she returned the action. She was pleased with his answer and was surprised when he elaborated.

“Spring was my favorite as a kid because it was the easiest time of year on Stevie’s body. During the winter the cold almost always kept him bedridden or layered under as much as we could afford. The summer was brutal too. The humidity always made it hard for him to breathe. It’s also one of the big holidays in Romania. It was a time of such joy.”

“You miss it,” she guessed.

“Yeah. I want to go back some day. It’s such a beautiful place. I learned so much about their culture while I was there. But I didn’t get to really take part because of the whole fugitive thing.”

“Spring is coming up,” she reminded him.

“Yes it is,” he smiled.

“I’m really glad that we finally got to talk for longer than my twenty minute coffee breaks,” y/n commented as they stood on her front steps.

“Me too,” Bucky agreed.

“So you head back to New York tomorrow?” she wondered aloud.

“First thing. We’ve got a mission.”

“Of course,” she nodded, reminding herself their job was to be Avengers and save the world not hang out with her.

“When I do get back… would you want to get dinner again?”

“I’d love to,” she agreed with a broad smile.

“Great. It’s a date.” Her eyes widened in surprise at the term and he tried to backpedal. “I just meant. It doesn’t have to be. It’s a figure of speech…”

She giggled and pressed her finger to his lips.

“I would love to go on a date with you, Bucky. If you’re asking…” she added coyly.

‘I’m definitely asking!”

“Then you have a definite yes.”

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this because I loved writing. Thanks again for the request.

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meet the weasleys — george weasley

pairing: george weasley x female!reader

summary: george takes reader to meet his family.

requests are closed for now. please refrain from plagiarizing my work!

“I’m nervous.”

“Well, don’t be.”

“Thank you, George. That somehow just alleviated all of my worries.”

George snickers and squeezes her hand in reassurance. “Just relax. My family doesn’t bite—or, well, Ron used to, but that was back when he was, what, five? And besides, you already know him, and he’s never bit you before, has he?“

"Not helping.”

“And you’ve met most of my family already.”

“I haven’t met your mum. Or your dad. Or Bill and Charlie,” she argues, eyes worriedly darting from George’s own to the wooden door in front of them.

George laughs again. His eyes don’t fail to catch onto the way she’s frantically tapping her foot against the ground, how she keeps worrying at her bottom lip. The sight has him grinning widely; he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t horribly endeared.

“Listen,” he says, removing his fingers from her own in favor of turning her around to face him. George’s hands go to her neck, cradling the sides of her cheeks. “They’re going to love you. And if they don’t—well, I can always find a different family.”

”George,” she sighs.

”Only joking,” he grins, and leans in to press a very brief kiss to the tip of her nose. “But I mean it. They’ll adore you. Possibly even more than I do, although that’s up for debate.”

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#literally cannot stop reading this fic #I can’t express with words how it makes me feel #harry potter #George Weasley x reader #harry potter oneshot #George Weasley

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things turned out to be busier than expected. i’m getting to requests, but it will be a little bit before they’re finished.

hello loves! just an update.

i’m currently working on a few requests right now and i wanted to give you a heads up that this week is going to be very busy for me and i most likely will not have any fics/preferences out until next week.

thank you for your patience! <3

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hello loves! just an update.

thank you for your patience! <3

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I see you write for Sam, Dean, Cas, and Gabe. Would you ever try writing for Lucifer???

probably not, sorry. he’s not a character I particularly like and thus it would be difficult for me to write for him.

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Masterlist

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Midnight Snack

Cuddling with s/o would include...

Reacting to s/o still attending church...

Sam Winchester

Cuddling with s/o would include...

Reacting to s/o still attending church...

Castiel

Cuddling with s/o would include...

Reacting to s/o still attending church...

Gabriel

Cuddling with s/o would include...

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Draco Malfoy

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Neville Longbottom

Les Étoiles

Marvel

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Sherlock

Sherlock Holmes

John Watson

Jim Moriarty

Doctor Who

Ninth Doctor

Tenth Doctor

Eleventh Doctor

Across the Universe

Jack Harkness

Extras

Fortitude (Sidney Carter x reader)

Confessions (Martha Jones x reader)

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53 and 58 with harry ??? I love ur writing 💕💖

I LOVE MY SWEET, PRECIOUS BOY I COULD JUST HOLD HIM FOREVER THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING MY UNDER-APPRECIATED BOY, HARRY. THE SUNSHINE OF MY LIFE, FIRE OF MY LOINS.

53. “Sorry I’m late” and 58. “I can’t wait to see you.”

Harry Potter has faced Voldemort, fought a giant Basilisk, faced soul-sucking Dementors, helped a wanted felon escape their custody, and fought a dragon, yet dancing with (Y/N) has made him more nervous than any of those things combined.

He tears a hand through his messy hair, then immediately tried to flatten it. It was no use; the messy locks spring back rebelliously. His hands fall to his lap, fingers intertwine, thumbs scrape the skin of his hand. Then, they’re at his sides, drumming against the wood of the table he’s leaning against in an effort to expel some nervous energy. It works, until he hears a tentative knock at the door and nerves scuttle through him like millions of tiny spiders.

He clears his throat, calls a shaky ‘Come in’ and the door swings open to reveal (Y/N), her cheeks flushed and hair slightly disheveled.

“Sorry I’m late,” she mumbles weakly, tossing her bag in an empty chair.

“Don’t worry about it,” he smiles, trying not to seem as nervous as he already is, “Is everything alright?”

“Yeah,” she sighs, “just my ex being a prat…”

Anthony Goldstein. Something coils menacingly in his chest. “Are you okay, though?”

(Y/N) gives him a gentle smile, it brings out the flecks of stardust in her eyes. “I’m fine, thank you Harry.”

Her reassurance has an odd effect on him, like he had been doused with liquid relief. It was hard enough watching her cry over Goldstein the first time. He certainly never wants to watch (Y/N) cry again, she deserves only the happiest of things in this world.

“Alright, so, shall we begin?” she asks and Harry nods, unsure if he’s ready. (Y/N) moves toward the radio and flicks it on. Music pours from the speakers and washes over him like moonlight.

(Y/N) moves toward him, a small smile drawn across her lips. “Follow me,” she whispers.

Harry realizes that he’d happily follow her through the gates of hell, as long as he’s holding her hand.

His fingers trembled as he pulled her closer, his hand resting on her waist. He is suddenly aware of all her curves and lines that paint the portrait of beauty that she is.

“I’m not going to break,” she laughs, the sound blossoms in the air like wildflowers on a spring day. Harry blushes, sheepish smile filling his lips.

“Right, sorry.”

“Don’t be,” she bends her arm around and hoists his hand up, simultaneously stepping forward. She’s so close, and he’s so tempted but he doesn’t because they’re just friends in her mind.

It takes a little while, but eventually, he and (Y/N) are twirling around the classroom, the air rich with music and laughter. He drinks in the sound of her laugh as though it were butterbeer, gushing from soft lips and a sweet smile.

Harry wants nothing more than to kiss her in that moment, but it passes before he can act on it.

It’s strange, how sudden these feelings had hit him. They’ve been friends since his first visit to Diagon Alley, and since then, they have experienced adventures that one could only read in fantasy novels. He had only ever seen her as a friend, because that’s exactly what they were.

But then she invited him to spend two weeks of the summer at her place, finishing her letter with the words ‘I can’t wait to see you’. No one has ever been so excited to see him. The Dursleys have always wanted him to slip away. He was outside her house the next day, grinning from ear to ear as she rushed toward him and threw herself into his arms.

They spent two glorious weeks together, and it was then that he realized just how much he enjoyed her company. They laughed and joked and ate ice cream under the tree at the park across the street from her. They sat on the roof and counted the stars, a bottle of butter beer between them and their fingers inches from one another. They talked about Quidditch, their hopes and dreams in the treehouse she had built, her head on his shoulder and his arm wrapped around her waist.

Harry’s feelings for her was like the gradual reveal of a polaroid picture; colors slowly bleeding across a white canvas, until, suddenly, the memory is there, captured in a frame and filling you with nostalgia. Now, he knows, she is something more.

Something more. How strange, how terrifying, how beautiful that is.

And then, she started dating boys, and jealousy had crept over him like a shadow. She wasn’t just his anymore, he had to share her. Harry’s usually been the generous type, but not when it concerns (Y/N). It’s selfish, he knows, but he wants her all to himself.

As if to prove his point, he clings on tighter to her. She doesn’t notice, or he thinks she doesn’t, because she’s still giving him instructions over the melody of the music.

The song finishes, plunging them back into the still silence of an unused classroom and (Y/N) smiles, her face six or so inches from his. He’s close enough to trace the constellations in her eyes.

“That was – erm – good. Very good,” she breathes, causing him to smile.

“I have a great teacher…” he murmurs. Her smile broadens; it’s red-lipped and laced with gold.

“Well – you know – I try my best…”

“Your best is enough, trust me.”

There is a pause, where a small smile flickers across her lips and her eyes shine like suns. “I trust you,” she whispers. He believes her.

The urge returns to him and he wonders, vaguely, if she’s thinking about the same thing, if it would be okay to press his lips against hers and forget how to breathe. His eyes sweep across her lips, soft and full, then turn to her eyes. He’s about to lean in, but she breaks away, taking with her all the warmth in his body.

“Cho is going to be so impressed when you guys hit the dance floor,” (Y/N) smiles, but it droops at its edges and disappears quickly.

“Actually,” Harry mumbles, “I’m not going with Cho.”

“O–Oh?”

“She’s already got a date.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“So, have you asked anyone else?” (Y/N) asks, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Well…I was hoping that you would like to come with me…” Harry murmurs, sheepishly. His heart pounds in his chest, threatening to crack a rib.

(Y/N) beams. “I’d love too!”

Joy ripples through him and he wants to soar into the sky and scream into the universe. “Great!”

(Y/N) giggles as she throws her arms around his neck and pulls him into a light embrace. He’s stunned at first, unsure of how to react. But then his arms find her waist and he holds her flush against him, and it feels so right, it feels so natural, like they are two pieces from the same jigsaw puzzle. He breathes in the scent of her hair; it’s floral and fruity and he has to take a second to ground himself because she smells better than anything he’s ever smelt.

When she releases him, the urge returns, but this time, euphoric courage sparks through him and he does it. He kisses her. And she kisses back.

It’s like honey. Warm honey trickling over his lips, filling him up with sunlight. Her lips sink against his, moving like water as she melts against him, her fingers wrapping in his hair. He encloses his fingers around her neck just hard enough to feel her pulse beat beneath his touch, reminding him that this is real, that it isn’t a dream, that she is here in his arms kissing him in all the ways he’s ever wanted her to.

When they break apart, she bites her bottom lip and a soft laugh slips between them. He wants to kiss that smile again, forget the Yule Ball and the Triwizard tournament, he just wants her. Now he knows, he understands that she’s more than something more.

She gives him hope. She makes him brave. She believes in him. And that’s all he’s ever wanted.

#love my boy harry #the way this writing flows #absolutely magnificent #harry potter #harry potter x reader #harry potter imagine #harry x reader #hp

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c’est magnifique — oliver wood

pairing: oliver wood x female!reader

prompt: when reader doesn’t get into the slytherin quidditch team because of one marcus flint, her boyfriend decides to take matters into his own hands.

a/n: online classes r finally OVER!! i’ll be able to work on you guys’ reqs now hehe

Marcus Flint—Slytherin’s Quidditch team captain—is, for lack of a better word, an absolute prick, and [Y/N] is having absolutely none of it.

“That’s rubbish!” she says incredulously, her hands throwing themselves in the air out of pure frustration. “You know as well as I do that I played better than Malfoy, and now you’re telling me that he got on the team and I barely did? As a reserve?”

Flint rolls his eyes. “But you didn’t give the team brand new brooms—Malfoy did.” His sneer contorts into a sympathetic simper as he claps her on the shoulder; [Y/N] recoils, glaring daggers at him. “Try out again next time when you actually have something to offer. Until then.. you’d be better off watching in the stands.”

“Something to offer?” she repeats, mouth actually falling open in blatant disbelief. “I’ve got more to ‘offer’ than Malfoy ever will! Actual Quidditch skills, for one, and Malfoy can barely even stay on his bloody broomstick!”

“Which, mind you, is an expensive broomstick—the same one the rest of the team has, all because of good old Lucius.” Flint nods ostentatiously, like he thinks leeching off of the Malfoys’ money is something to be proud of. [Y/N]’s brows are knitted together in pure incredulity as she stares up at him, shaking her head in disbelief. “So cry me a river and be on your merry way. I’ve got class to go to.”

[Y/N] seethes through her teeth and wonders what the consequences of punching someone in a middle of a busy hallway would be. Detention, that was for sure, but what kind?

Staring up at Flint, [Y/N] realizes that she hardly cares what kind of detention she’ll be receiving as long as she can put him in his place.

“I could hit you right now.”

“Oh, yeah?”

She takes a step closer to him, egged on by the white-hot anger clouding her better judgment. “You don’t think I can?”

“Please. You can barely even reach me without tip-toeing.” Flint lets out a deprecating laugh and reaches out to shove her by the shoulder—

Whack!

There’s a sickening crunch as the sound of a fist colliding with someone’s jaw cuts through the air. Flint falls to the ground, groaning in pain.

But [Y/N] hasn’t even as much as raised her arm. Her eyes are wide as she watches Oliver Wood—the perpetrator—pull Flint to his feet, wrenching him up by the collar and almost tearing it off his robes. She gapes as he pushes Flint up to the wall and, with the angriest glare [Y/N] has ever seen him wear, Oliver hisses through his teeth, “Stay away from her, you foul git.”

Flint’s eyes are wide with fear, but then his eyes dart around the hallway to see the countless students who have stopped in their tracks to witness the scene unfold. Hogwarts students, it seems, won’t pass up a chance for some good gossip—which is exactly what this is: Oliver Wood defending his girlfriend against the pompous Marcus Flint.

Flint hangs onto what little pride he has left and fixes his face into a sneer, smacking Wood’s hand away. “Whatever,” he grumbles, shoving past him to stalk off down the hallway.

[Y/N] is still very much riled up, but her concern wins over her anger and she rushes to Oliver, quickly grabbing the hand he’d used to punch Flint and skimming her thumb over his knuckles. “Oliver,” she sighs, frowning, her tone almost reprimanding. A bruise is already forming on his hand; he winces when she accidentally presses down on it. “You didn’t have to do that,” she mutters, glancing up at him, and despite her words, she can’t help the rush of gratitude surging through her.

Oliver is glaring after Flint’s retreating figure, jaw set and his gaze angry. But at [Y/N]’s words, his eyes soften and he looks down at her, pulling his hand away. “Bloody arsehole deserved it,” he glowers, and then his voice goes gentle as he grips her shoulders and asks, “Are you alright? He didn’t hit you, did he?”

[Y/N] shakes her head. Most of her initial anger is already fading away—an effect that Oliver always has on her—and, her tone slightly playful, she says pointedly, “I was about to hit him, though, until you stepped in.”

Oliver sighs, an exasperated smile resting on his lips as he pulls her into him and presses a kiss to her forehead.

—

“You want us to what?”

Oliver stares at the Weasley twins resolutely over the Gryffindor table. “Put sleeping draught in his drink or something, I don’t know. You lot know a great deal more about the—er—methods.. than I do. Just make sure Malfoy won’t be able to play in the match next week.”

Fred and George share a meaningful look. A moment later, the pair of them are breaking out into identical mischievous grins. “We thought you’d never ask!” beams Fred, eyes gleaming in a way that suggests he’s been waiting for this moment his entire life.

“Those Slytherbins have been playing far too dirty for too long—it’s time we retaliate,” says George through a bite of toast, nodding earnestly. Leaning forward, he asks, “Mind telling us why, though?”

“Yeah, we’d like to know why exactly we’re doing your dirty work.”

“And why you’ve turned to evil ways instead of fair play.”

Oliver shrugs casually, taking a swig of pumpkin juice. It’s at that moment that he catches eye of a certain someone entering the Great Hall. It’s [Y/N], and her gaze meets his immediately; her lips break out into a grin and she strides towards where he’s sitting on the Gryffindor table with the twins.

”Good morning, girlfriend,” Oliver grins, standing up to greet her with a chaste kiss.

“Morning, love.“

“Ah, young love,” gushes Fred, propping his chin on his palm.

“C’est magnifique,” says George. “Hey, [Y/N], did you get into the Slytherin team?”

”Yeah, what position did you try out for again?”

[Y/N] unwinds her arms from Oliver’s middle to turn to the twins. “Seeker,” she answers, swiftly grabbing a piece of buttered toast from the table. “And I got in the team—“

”You did?“ George cuts her off, puzzled. “But I thought Malfoy—“

“As a reserve,” continues [Y/N], visibly deflating, the expression on her face souring as she takes a bite of toast. "But it’s alright. I got in the team nonetheless. Let’s just hope Malfoy gravely injures himself and won’t be able to play—kidding, of course,” she adds smoothly, but the angry way she’s chewing her toast suggests that maybe she isn’t entirely joking.

Fred and George, meanwhile, have caught on. They glance at Oliver, who quirks his eyebrows up at them as though to say so you get it now?

And yes, they bloody well do.

—

On the day of the Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin, Draco Malfoy is sent to the hospital wing. No one knows for sure why, but word has leaked of boils having mysteriously erupted somewhere in his nether regions that have rendered him unable to walk, much less fly around on a broomstick.

Surprised and elated beyond belief, [Y/N] dashes into the Great Hall that morning and practically throws herself at Oliver, squealing in joy as she slings her arms around his neck and starts breathlessly gushing on and on about “Quidditch—I’m going to play today—I’m going to be on the pitch!”

Oliver, grinning wildly, grasps onto her waist and twirls her around with little to no effort. [Y/N] can’t stop the breathless laughs that tumble out from her mouth; the thought of actually being able to play in a real Quidditch game with hundreds of people watching has her almost dizzy with excitement. “I’m going to play,” she says, out of breath as Oliver sets her down, hands still on her waist. Her eyes are wide and there is a smile on her face that doesn’t seem like it will go away anytime soon.

“Against me,” Oliver reminds her teasingly, and everything about him from the look in his eyes to the tiny smile on his lips is bursting with fondness. “I do hope you won’t try to knock me off of my broom. I’ve fallen for you already—no need to have me do it again.”

Grinning, [Y/N] rolls her eyes and pulls a face at him. “Oh, ha-ha.” She feigns a feisty look, nose scrunching in a poor attempt at intimidation; “I am going to kick your arse, Oliver Wood. Mark my words.”

Oliver laughs. “Alright, sweetheart. Consider them marked.”

—

“BOTH SEEKERS HAVE SPOTTED THE SNITCH! And they’re zooming off—Potter and [Y/L/N] are neck and neck—everyone is on their feet—Potter seems to be lagging behind—[Y/L/N] is four feet ahead—SHE’S GOT THE SNITCH! SLYTHERIN’S ONLY DECENT PLAYER HAS DONE IT!”

“Jordan!”

“Sorry, professor. [Y/L/N]—I mean, Slytherin wins!”

Oliver Wood practically hurtles towards the ground, tripping over his feet as he kicks his broom away in a mad dash to the other side of the pitch, where the Slytherins are. But contrary to many people’s expectations, the look on the Gryffindor team captain’s face isn’t disappointed or angry at their loss—no, surprisingly, Oliver seems happier than anyone else on the field.

He spots her from a few feet away standing amidst a throng of Slytherins, all of whom look pleasantly thrilled save for a certain Marcus Flint. She meets his gaze and the grin on her face, if possible, widens; dropping her broom on the grass, she runs toward Oliver, and much like she’d done earlier that morning, throws her arms around his neck, squealing.

“I did it!” [Y/N] says breathlessly, eyes wide. “I caught the snitch!”

Oliver has never felt more proud in his life. His chest swelling with so much joy and fondness it feels as though his heart is about to burst, he grins right back at her and places his hand on the back of her head, pressing their foreheads together, noses brushing as they smile excitedly at each other and everything else in the Quidditch pitch seems to fade into a blur. “You did it,” says Oliver, and then he’s leaning forward and pressing his lips to hers, smiling into her mouth.

When they pull away, everyone is hooting and cheering. A certain pair of redheaded twins are standing off a few feet away, sighing.

“Ah, young love,” says Fred.

“C'est magnifique,” says George.

#I absolutely love me some oliver content 😌😌#harry potter #harry potter oneshot #harry potter imagine #harry potter x reader #oliver wood #oliver wood oneshot #harry potter fanfic

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Could I get preferences of how Sam Dean and Cas would react to finding out that after everything they've been through, (the apocalypse, the angels falling and the angel war that came after that, Leviathan, etc.) that she still goes to church every Sunday morning. Maybe she was able to hide it for so long because she'd always come back with dunkin doughnuts and coffee for everyone so it just looked like she would get breakfast every Sunday morning and the boys only find out otherwise when Chuck is staying in the bunker and he makes a comment about it. Maybe something along the lines of 'We're living under the same roof and you still feel the need to go to Church every Sunday.'

absolutely!

also this wasn’t supposed to be sad/angsty ?? but I feel like this topic is a difficult one, especially with all that the boys have been through regarding it all... so I tried to make it as honest as I could. hopefully it’s still to your liking though!

Sam

sam is definitely going to be the one who will understand

I mean he went a majority of his life believing in something greater and he put his hope and trust in God

I think he would admire the faith that you still have and the strength it takes you to regularly attend church amidst everything going on in your lives

he’d probably change the subject at the table pretty quickly because he can see the attention from the others is making you a little uncomfortable

but later that night you're curled up against him in bed and he decides to ask you about it again now that the two of you are alone

“do you think you could tell me a little more about it?”

“oh... sure” you hesitantly respond.

and he’ll listen

two hours later and you've explained to him why you are so diligent to attend services and while he may not understand it all, he doesn’t question you further.

he doesn’t ask why or how could you?

he doesn’t make you feel any different.

he just holds you tighter and kisses your forehead softly, glad that you’ve found something in this crazy world that keeps you tethered to the ground

Dean

okay he’s going to be the hard one

when he first finds out you’d all be sitting around the table

you’d confess: “yeah, I’ve been going for a few years now.”

dean would look at you before letting out a laugh “yeah, alright. and I bet you pray by your bedside every night, too, sweetheart.”

and ooh boy does that not only hurt you but it also gets on your nerves

“actually, I do.” you’d reply curtly.

sam and cas would take that as their cue to leave

“you're not actually serious about it all, right?”

you remain silent

his smile would drop as soon as he realizes you’re being serious

“y/n, no. how can you follow some being who’s been manipulating us our entire lives? how can you put him on a pedestal? how could you even trust anything related to him?”

“you trust castiel.”

“that’s different.”

“is it?”

it would be an argument that would end in one of you storming out of the room (most likely you)

a week. that’s how long it would take for dean winchester to get his head out of his ass and listen to sam’s advice and confront you

and he would take it a bit further, stepping entirely out of his comfort zone for you

it’s Sunday morning, you're ready to leave and are just about to grab your keys when a hand wraps around your wrist to stop you. you turn to see dean standing there, dressed up in a henley and his nicest pair of jeans. “if we’re going to church, we’re driving up in style.” he says, offering you a smirk as he dangles his keys in the air.

you’re frozen momentarily and your heart softens at what you understand to be his attempt at an apology. you hook your arm in his and allow him to lead you to the impala, he even goes so far as to open the door for you.

once in service, he tries his best to be on his best behavior

surprisingly he even sings

well, sort of...

“dean, are you seriously mumbling lynyrd skynyrd right now?”

“what? it has roughly the same beat.”

“okay maybe try something other than ‘poison whiskey’!”

but you have to admit, you appreciate the effort

that would be the only time he accompanies you, but enough was said by that one gesture that you know while he doesn’t understand or necessarily agree with you about religion, he loves you and respects you enough to not discourage it

Cas

honestly what an angel (quite literally)

I think confusion would be his initial reaction

like he just has such a hard time wrapping his mind around the fact

his immediate thought is “oh, well humans were created for that purpose” but then with the way dean and sam seem to react to celestial beings that aren’t himself, he doesn’t understand why you would then willingly seek out religion

so he'd ask you about it

you’d be in your room laying in bed after a tense discussion with sam and dean about everything and he would knock gently before opening the door. you'd feel the edge of the bed dip down beside you

“will you explain this to me, y/n? I’d like to understand.”

after a few seconds of silence, you would sit up and face him

“it’s nice having something to believe in.” you’d respond, proceeding to tell him why you attended church

he'd sit and listen diligently, nodding every once in a while

in the end, he’d most likely still be confused as to exactly why, but he knows going to church is an important aspect of your life and he appreciates the way it makes you feel like you have something to hold onto in the world

honestly? he might even feel a little self conscious about the whole thing, given that he’s an angel himself

“just remember, you can always pray to me, too.”

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Prompt List #2

A/N: While a majority of these are mine there are a few I have found online/was inspired by

Prompt List #1

Fluff

“I’ve learnt to love you.”

“They’re good for each-other.”

“(She/he/they) don’t compare to you. No one does.”

“Shut up and hold me.”

“I’m not leaving. Ever.”

“I promised to love you forever.”

“You’ll find your way back to me, I know you will.”

“I’ll take care of you.”

“Can you sing that song for me again?”

“I don’t know if you know this but, I love you.”

“I know it’s 2 in the morning but do you want to…”

“It looks good on you.”

“You’re the reason I’m still here.”

“I love you and all but…”

“You saved me.”

“Would you like to stay?”

“I’ll take the couch.”

“I’m quite comfortable here.”

“How did I manage to get you.”

“Maybe I’m just lucky.”

“It’s us agaisnt the world.”

“Are you hurt? What happened?”

“You fainted, are you alright?”

“What do you remember?”

“I think (she/he/they/I) rubbed off on you.”

“Don’t let go.”

“I promise.”

“Am I dreaming?”

“I don’t want to wake up.”

“Find me again.”

“Don’t forget me.”

“Well it’s a good thing I don’t plan on doing that.”

“Please don’t say goodbye.”

“I wish we didn’t we have to say goodbye.”

“You didn’t think you’d be able to get rid of me just yet did you?”

“Because I fell for you, isn’t it obvious?”

“I could never get tired of you.”

“Are you alright?” “I will be.”

“No you don’t understand, I have to get back!”

“I’m not your princess.”

“You say you hate it but your red face is telling me otherwise.”

“For (her/him/them), (I’ll do) anything.”

“(She’s/he’s/they’re) worth the wait.”

“I can be your reason why.”

“This is not what I meant when I told you to fall for me.”

“I don’t know if I want to yell at you or kiss you.”

“Is it that hard to believe that I love you?”

“Stop flirting with me, I’m not going to fall for it.”

“Is somebody jealous?”

“Can you quit being sappy for five seconds?”

Angst

“Why does it sound like you’re saying goodbye?”

“It’s always a losing game with you.”

“If it means anything, I love you.”

“I must’ve loved (her/him/them) a lot.”

“You’re in-love with somebody else.”

“(She/he/they/I) lost (her/his/their/my) soulmate.”

“It wasn’t supposed to end this way.”

“I’ve moved on.”

“This isn’t the person I fell in-love with.”

“It doesn’t matter unless I’m their last right?”

“Why are you still fighting?”

“You were the one who walked out, not me.”

“Please don’t make me choose.”

“You’re choosing (her/him/them) over me?”

“You don’t get to call me that.”

“You lost the right when you walked out of my life.”

“What happened to forever?”

“Don’t you remember me?”

“Would you have said yes?”

“Please don’t make me choose.”

“You can’t just act like nothings wrong when it isn’t!”

“You’re with me for a reason, right?”

“Why would (I/she/he) fall for someone else?”

“I haven’t seen you in months.”

“You’ll always be a friend.”

“Did you love me (me/her/him/them)?”

“I’m sorry.” “For what?” “Everything.”

“I’ll see you soon, I promise.”

“You have to let me go.”

“It’s all in my head. This isn’t actually happening, you’re not real!”

“Look me in the eyes and repeat what you just said.”

“Why are you letting (her/him/them/me) do this to you?” “Because I love (her/him/them/you).”

“Would you do the same for me?”

“What happened to all of our promises?”

“This was our forever.”

“Don’t tell me to calm down!”

“It’s been years, can’t you just give me a chance.”

“I’m not ready to get hurt again.”

“Because I know when I open my eyes this will all turn out to be a dream and I’ll lose you again.”

“I’m not ready to lose you.”

“No, not again. Please!”

“You just had to go and ruin everything.”

“Why do we have to keep hiding? I’m tired of being kept a secret.”

“You know this means nothing right?”

“It’s not my fault you believe(d) everything I (say/said).”

“You promised forever.”

“Why is it so hard for you to believe me?”

“Wake up! Please don’t do this to me.”

“Why did you have to go and fall in love with me?”

“I shouldn’t still be in love with you.”

General

“I still find myself falling asleep with you on my mind.”

“Do you not remember me?”

“I thought you said wouldn’t fall in-love.”

“(She’s/he’s/they’re) just a friend.” “We used to be friends to be ‘just friends’ too.”

“I’d never fall in-love.”

“I’ll wait for you.”

“Just take my hand.”

“You’re weak.”

“Was that part of the bet?”

“At least I kept my promises.”

“Take me back.”

“I need (her/him/them).”

“Do you miss me?”

“What happened to us?”

“People say I’m heartless.”

“Another nightmare?”

“Are you afraid of me?”

“Is that a threat?”

“Hold onto me.”

“I have nothing.”

“It’s killing you.”

“Maybe you should give up.”

“I’m tired of running.”

“(She/he/they) changed (her/his/their) world.”

“Just like we promised.”

“I can’t leave.”

“You’re a bad liar did you know?”

“I could’ve helped.”

“I never wanted any of this.”

“Only you.”

“Come home.”

“I’ll see you when I get back.”

“Just say the word.”

“Well, I can scratch that off my bucket list.”

“We really shouldn’t be doing this…”

“Do you trust me?” “No.”

“It was your idea!”

“What happened to your face?”

“All you had to do was ask.”

“I don’t like you.”

“I haven’t seen you in months.”

“Why is it always you?”

“Don’t let go.”

“Who said I ever stopped?”

“Get out of my head.”

“You flinched.”

“Is it worth it? Risking everything just for a chance.”

“I did it again, didn’t I?”

“I’m not going to fight you.”

“Every time I think I’m close to finally figuring you out you end up surprising me.”

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Prompt List #1

A/N: phew finally finished my first prompt list. a vast majority of these are my own but there are a few that I found online/was inspired by.

Prompt List #2

Fluff

“Is that my shirt?” “You mean our shirt?”

“It’s you, it always has been.”

“You’re everything I could’ve wanted and more.”

“Kiss me.”

“Home stopped being a place when you entered my life.”

“You should probably go home.” “But I’m already home.”

“You’re an idiot.” “But you love me.”

“I’d do anything for you.”

“You took all the pillows so I’m using you as one.”

“Stop moving and let me braid your hair.”

“I’m so proud of you.”

“Could you say that again?” “Were you not listening?” “No I was, I just like hearing your voice.”

“I didn’t think it was possible to love someone this much.”

“You are my family.”

“I’m right here.”

“Can you just please hold me?”

“I’m pretty sure (you’re/she’s/he’s/they’re) my soulmate”

“You come here often?” “Well considering I work here, yes.”

“You know, I think my (mother/father/parents) would be proud if I brought (you/her/him/them) home.”

“I just want to see you happy.”

“I haven’t seen (her/him/them) smile like that in ages.”

“You made me a better person. Thank you.”

“I’d rather live in the woods with you than in a mansion with some (girl/boy/person) I barely know.”

“This reminded me of you.”

“Your hair is really soft.”

“You’re really warm.”

“Are you blushing?”

“Can I stay here tonight?”

“Because I love you.”

“I’ve been in-love with you since we were kids.”

“I’m never going to leave you. I promise.”

“Make a wish!”

“I love seeing you smile.”

“Why are you wearing my sweater?” “Because it smells like you.”

“I just want to be there for you.”

“I couldn’t get you out of my mind.”

“You’re just a softie.”

“You owe me.” “Fine, whatever you like.”

“You’re safe now, I’m here.”

“Why are you scared of loving?”

“You are crushing me right now.”

“Darling I love you and all, but please step out fo the kitchen.”

“I love you.”

“You’re an idiot.” “But I am your idiot.”

“Take my hand. Just trust me.”

“You’re hurt. Please just let heal it.”

“At least let me clean it.”

“I told you to take care of yourself.”

“You’re the only thing that matters.”

“Stay.”

Angst

“I’m leaving.” “Of course you are, that’s all you know how to do.”

“You started drinking again, didn’t you?”

“You promised you’d stop drinking.” “And you promised you wouldn’t hurt me!″

“But it’s my fault right?”

“I don’t want to feel this. I want to be numb again.”

“You’re lying to me again. Why can’t you just tell me the truth for once?”

“I love you.” “No you don’t”

“I can’t lose you.” “You already did.”

“Did it mean anything to you? Did I mean anything to you?”

“How was I such an idiot, to believe that you, out of all people, could ever love me?”

“I loved you.” “Then why did you let (her/him/them) get in between us?”

“Maybe they were right, you never did change.”

“This is all in my head. It’s all happening in my head.”

“Don’t you dare walk away from this!”

“What gives you the right to just waltz back into my life after all the pain you’ve caused.”

“You’ve changed.”

“You win, happy?”

“Any other lies left to tell me?”

“Why did you wait until I moved on?”

“Don’t look at me like that.” “Like what?” “Like you still love me.”

“Its (her/him/them), isn’t it?”

“It’s always been (her/him/them).”

“When did you stop loving me?”

“Let me go.”

“You’re not you.”

“I miss the old you.”

“What happened to their happily ever after?” “Not all love stories get a happily ever after, sometimes it’s just once upon a time.”

“Move out of my way before I make you.”

“You deserve better.”

“I risked my life for you.”

“I never would’ve thought (she/he/they)’d end up with someone else.”

“They were perfect for each other.”

“I was happier with you.”

“I would’ve done anything for you.”

“I loved you. I loved you so so much but you hurt me.”

“They warned me about this.” “About what?” “You.”

“Lie to me. I don’t care what you say, just lie to me. Make me feel okay again.”

“You broke me.”

“You just threw four years of friendship out the window.”

“Hasn’t this addiction done enough damage already?”

“Sorry doesn’t fix everything.”

“You promised.”

“I don’t need help! I need an end to this pain.”

“What am I in your life? Because as of lately I feel as though I’ve been nothing to you.”

“Leave.”

“I can’t keep playing pretend.”

“You deserve so much better.”

“Give me one reason why I shouldn’t leave.”

“I wish we never met.”

“I’m sorry I’m not enough for you.”

General

“I love you.” “Tell me that when you’re sober.”

“It’s pouring rain why are you here?”

“I love you.” “You shouldn’t.”

“Where are you?”

“What happened?”

“Have you been taking care of yourself?”

“Is that blood?” “Yes but that doesn’t matter right now, what does matter is-” “You are literally bleeding.”

“Is that my book?”

“Are they dead?”

“You want to play pretend? Well two can play at that game.”

“Did you know that you talk in your sleep?”

“Come back to bed. Please.”

“You’re who they warned me about.”

“Come back.”

“You should’ve listened to me.”

“I haven’t seen you in days.”

“Are you jealous?”

“Cheers, I’ll drink to that.” “You drink to everything.” “Cheers!”

“Why is there a deer in the room?”

“Is that vodka? At 7 in the morning?”

“It’s not my choice.”

“Can we take this home?”

“Hey, look at me. Focus on me alright?”

“I haven’t seen (her/him/them) smile in months.”

“(She/he/they) don’t belong with (her/him/them)!” “Than who do(es) (she/he/they) belong with?” “…..with me.”

“Come home.”

“I hope you’re happy.”

“They don’t need to know.”

“I made this for you.”

“Why is arson always your first answer?”

“Is this really the time for jokes?”

“You always do this.”

“Wake me up when it’s over.”

“You look happy.”

“I’m sorry, do I know you?”

“Why can’t I get you out of my head?”

“Do you want that?”

“Don’t let go.”

“Just let me stay.”

“Can I at least tell my side of the story?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Are you flirting with me?”

“Is the weight of your sins too heavy?”

“Just let me see (her/him/them) one last time. Please.”

“Are you afraid to die?”

“Are they really ‘just a friend’?”

“I wasn’t lying when i told you that I loved you.”

“I won’t hurt you.”

“Have you been sleeping?”

“I didn’t know where else to go.”

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