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@1dfashionandimagines
will you ever come back and start writing here again?? miss you sm xx
I don't believe so.. It's just been so long, you know? It's been around 4 years since I started the page... wow okay that's weird. I hope you all are well, it's nice to log on every once in awhile ❤❤
Hey, I'm Joelina! I wrote you a month ago. My Zayn imagine was called "Left" and I still read it every now and then bc it's so pretty. I still wish I was friends with 1D like that. Anyways how are you? And how's your writing going?
That's so sweet of you!! Well a lil update, I'm no longer online schooled, I go to a public high school now and got really involved in the drama department and I'm currently writing a play that could very well be performed next year! I also met and am dating an amazing guy and let me tell you he is a boy straight out of one of these stories. I'm doing very well! It made me so, so happy to hear from you, how are you, lovely?
My Zayn imagine from forever ago just became 10000000x more precious. Like the works of a painter who died or sth. Thanks again.
Aw this is so sweet! Very sad that he's decided to go a separate way, but I hope he finds a happier life in freedom :) Would you mind letting me know which one it is? I'd love to read it again! xx
What do you do if one period in your life has come to an end and you don't know what to do next but everyones expecting you to?
Honestly, to hell with what others think and expect. If you don't want or aren't ready to move on, don't. Do what feels right and what you aspire to do. One chapter of you life is over? Cool. You can dog ear the page and start the next chapter whenever you please :)
HAROLDS 21!!!!!!! - 😞😵😨😥😞 WHY MUST WE LIVE LIKE THIS? HOW DID WE GET HERE? WHERE DID TIME GO? WHAT THE HELL DO WE DO NOW? *clears throat *Sierra, I am emotionally unstable. I literally need help. 😂
😂😂 IF I LAY HERE, IF I JUST LAY HERE, HOW LONG WILL IT TAKE ME TO COME TO MY SENSES AND ACCEPT THAT HARRY IS 21 😭 lol why are you on anon, come off and cry with me
I don't know, there's so many dreams I've got and things I want to change in my life but I've never come up with the courage to go for it. That's kind of the reason why I don't even set them as goals anymore bc I don't believe I can make them come true. My biggest wish would be to have a boyfriend. I think it'd change so much. Or maybe it wouldn't but I'll never know until it finally happens. Anyway, happy new year! x
Go for it! I say if you really want something, nothing can stop you. If you find someone you care about and want to be with, don't let anything stop you. And if you don't find someone, go looking! That's what I did. Best of luck! I'm sure you'll find your guy in no time, happy new year :)
How do you feel about the new year coming up? Like what are your wishes/hopes/resolutions? x
I'm going to seriously focus on my writing this year. And I also would really like to get up the courage to sing in public :) what are your resolutions, Lovely?
Lexi’s Zayn Imagine Request
"Bedroom Eyes"
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You stood in what looked like an elegant, 1500s ballroom for some kind of special event Zayn had been invited to. He took you as a plus one, although you agreed you would just be going as friends. The ceiling of the place was phenomenal. You were looking up at it pretty much the whole time rather than the people attempting to charm other people they didn’t know with small talk. You finally looked down from the ceiling to find too many people staring at you. They quickly looked away, though. You realized that it was probably weird for people, seeing a young woman looking up at a ceiling in awe like a five year old with an eye for pretty things. You slowly leaned towards Zayn until your mouth grazed his ear. “Are things like this always this uncomfortable?” you asked, and he turned his head so that his lips now grazed one of the many piercings looped through your ear. “Yes.” Although most of the people looked away, some didn’t even have the decency to wipe the pompous looks off of their faces. “Come on,” you heard him whisper. His fingers slid through yours before he pulled you into the main lobby of the place. Vacant. The story behind your friendship with Zayn really wasn’t all that complex or even very different from many other opposite sex friendship timelines. You had been best friends for the longest time, and you developed feelings for each other once you found out what ‘having feelings for someone’ meant. All of your friends knew and you and Zayn even kind of figured you both had feelings for one another, but no one ever did anything about it. “Shouldn’t you be in there?” you asked him as he led you to a staircase that led upstairs. “I’m not obligated, so I guess not.” He didn’t let your hand go. You obviously didn’t want him to. “How do you know where this leads?” “I don’t know where it leads. That’s the fun part.” You smiled at his reckless side. He finally reached the last step and detached his hand from yours, leaving your skin feeling naked. “Whoa, come here.” He waved you over, and you walked over to him and looked out of the small window that he was glancing through. “We can see the whole ballroom,” you mentioned, although that was clear. “Look at all of those beautiful people,” he spoke softly, watching the crowd of bright reds and blacks and whites. “How do they all manage to look so gorgeous anyways?” “People like this can afford anything. Including beauty.” “What exactly is this event, Zayn?” “To be honest with you, I’m really not quite sure.” You looked over at him, but he was already staring. Bedroom eyes. You turned away quickly and continued to watch the beautiful people below. He always had bedroom eyes. He always looked at you like he was about to kiss you or say something charming. He never did, though. He’d just look at you. That’s all. “Do you think we fit in with them?” you asked. No one was really moving. You felt like you were watching a room full of stiff paper dolls. “Definitely not.” “Who do we fit in with, then?” “I think we’re very different people who only truly belong in a group of two.” You looked over at him again. He probably hadn’t switched his gaze at all since you had glanced at him last. He was still staring. “You think that we don’t belong in any clique or group besides this one right here?” you asked, pointing to him, then at yourself. He nodded. He stepped back and took out his phone, aiming the camera lens on the back of it at you. “What are you doing?” “You look pretty, just hold still.” He took too many pictures of you constantly. You weren’t sure what he did with all of them. The flash went off and the smirk you had purposefully placed across your lips faded. “Hey, Zayn? Do you think-” “Yes.” You hadn’t given one clue as to what you were about to say next, and you weren’t exactly sure if he even knew what you were about to ask him, but you had a feeling he did. “Yes. We should stop pretending that we aren’t in love with each other.” He did know. “But where does that leave us?” “Here.” He snaked his right arm around your waist, the other overlapping your hair as he placed his lips on yours. You touched his cheek lightly, kissing him back. You realized then that Zayn would probably never leave your life. No matter what happened, no matter who you ended up with, Zayn was the only person who truly belonged in your group of two.
Hope you like it Lexi! xx
4:04 PM
How are u?😊
I'm great! Preparing my body for Thanksgiving ;) How are you?
Hi! I knew you weren't gonna come back after you've been on to greater things :( Ah well, that's just life, I guess. It's a good thing I'm sure. I still wanna live in one of your imagines though. I'm not even picky, I'd choose any one and be happy for the rest of my life. Either way I'll come here every now and then, sit down in a corner in empty cyperspace and kick some pebbles remembering the good times.
This just made me tear up a bit, not gonna lie. I just love you for sending me this, thank you! You've made me so happy :,)
Janine’s Harry Imagine Request *AU
"Morning"
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You woke up hot and sweaty in the clothes you were wearing the night before. You were too lazy to change before sleeping like you did practically every night. You refused to decline Harry when he wanted to put his arm around you. He always ended up resting every limb on his left side over you, and you’d wake up too warm for comfort. You still wouldn’t decline him, though. You nudged him lightly, but he didn’t budge. You knew he wouldn’t, he never did. “Harry, pst,” you whispered. Mondays. Ugh. “Wake up, you have to be at work in an hour.” “But this bed is so comfortable. Like a cloud.” “You can’t feel a…” You weren’t a fan of your realistic side. “Never mind.” “Can you put on my clothes for me, please?” He was laying face down with only his boxers on, his way-too-long hair nearly touching his shoulders. “You need a hair cut,” you teased him, twirling a strand of his hair around your finger. “I don’t wanna hair cut.” “Lazy.” “I’m not lazy! You’re crazy.” “You rhymed.” He let out a muffled giggle, and he turned around to lay on his back. “So… are you gonna put my clothes on for me, or…” “Get up, dork.” He smiled and held his hands out, asking for you to help him up. You smirked at him and attempted to drag him out of bed, but he was too heavy. “C’mon, I’m not that fat,” he joked, snickering as you tried your hardest to help him up, but just ended up failing miserably. He eventually got up on his own and kissed you quickly. “You’ve got muscle, though.” You squeezed his arm and smiled, knowing how much he loved to be told that. “You are the perfect woman.”
After you both changed into your uniforms, you met up in the bathroom, where, oddly enough, you both spent the same amount of time in. He picked up both of your toothbrushes and handed you yours before spreading the bubble gum mint toothpaste across each of the brushes. You stood on his right near the door, and admired him as he smiled as wide as he could and accidentally dropped a foamy piece of toothpaste on the floor. You barely watched yourself in the mirror during the small amount of time you spent in the bathroom in the morning. You didn’t bother to wear makeup, and all you really did with your hair was splash a little water on it to make it less frizzy and disastrous. You leaned on the door frame as he shaved, but the bottom of his face looked completely hairless even before he started shaving. It took him at least three days to grow the slightest bit of stubble, so you really didn’t understand why he felt the need to shave everyday. You helped him with his hair, then filled two bowls with milk and generic cereal before bringing one to him as he browsed the channels. You knew what he was doing. He did it every morning. He’d go through the guide and check every channel to see what was on, but he always ended up choosing some show from the early nineties. You knew that he just wanted it to seem like he didn’t care, and that watching Full House or Sabrina The Teenage Witch was a last resort, but you could tell that he honestly wanted to watch it. He waited until after you both finished your cereal to swing a pillow at you, breaking your focus on the TV. “I’ve gotta go,” he told you, his lips in a pout. “I should probably get going too.” He continued to pout. “Don’t give me that face just kiss me.” He did as you asked before getting up and grabbing both of your keys. “You’re so lucky you get to work at an amusement part. Funnest. Job. Ever,” he mentioned, handing you your keys. “Hey, well, you work at a bakery! That’s cool!” “What’s so cool about a bakery?” “It smells good there, right?” you asked as you exited your small, shared townhouse and made your way to the garage. “I suppose.” “And you get to wear an apron. Aprons are sexy.” “No they’re not.” “I think they are.” “Really?” “Yeah! You look so attractive in that awkward shade of green apron.” “And you look extremely hot in those khakis.” “Now that’s just sarcasm.” “No, really, you look good in everything.” “So do you.” “Even an awkward shade of green apron?” “Even an awkward shade of green apron.” “Aw,” he spoke, kissing your cheek lightly before hugging you tight and getting into the car that he spent years saving up for. You, on the other hand, didn’t need to save up for your car more than two months. The paint was peeling off and fading, the doors constantly got stuck, the smell was a bit questionable, but after multiple air fresheners, a few paint jobs, and a little love, which is what the license plate read; love, you wouldn’t have traded it for any other car. You were dreading the day it would break down. That day was probably soon considering how many miles you had left and the age of the rusty, old car. You poked the black and white, fuzzy dice that hung from your rear view mirror before starting up the car and giving Harry a wink, making your way to work.
Hope you like it Janine! xx
1:40 AM
Brye’s Niall Imagine Request *AU
"Hit And Run"
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"What are you looking at?" Niall asked as he came out onto the balcony to join you. “You know how it’s like this time in the city. The bars close and a bunch of drunk, tipsy people are just roaming the streets. It’s quite amusing, actually.” “Don’t you think we should both get to bed?” he proposed. You and Niall, being best friends and going to the same college, decided to share an apartment in the city just ten minutes away from the university you both went to. “You can… I’ll just stay- oh my god.” “What?” he asked anxiously. “That girl just collapsed.” “Girls do that all the time down here.” “No, she’s in the street,” you told him, dashing to the front door. You dreaded the elevator ride down, seeing as it would take you awhile to get from the twentieth floor down to the lobby to get to her. There weren’t many cars out at this time of night, but that didn’t mean there weren’t any at all. Niall slipped through the elevator door at the last second in his pajamas, holding a cup of tea in his hand. When you got down to the first level, you ran out the door. The girl was still out cold in the middle of the street. Niall tried to come with you as you came up to her, but you waved him off. “I’ve got this,” you told him. You told him that a lot. And he knew he had to let you do whatever it was by yourself every time you said those words because you didn’t want help. Usually you didn’t need help. “Ma’am,” you whispered, shaking her arm gently. “Please wake up because both my best friend and I have the upper body strength of a couple seagulls and I really don’t think we could carry you.” She was fairly tall, an extra six inches added to her height taking in account the heels she had on. She was wearing a little black dress. It was tight and fairly revealing, and she matched it with a leather vest. She was probably about twenty five years old. She just looked like another girl that went to clubs every night and woke up with a killer hangover the next morning only to go back and do it again in a matter of hours. Her false eyelashes fluttered open, and although it took time and patience to help her up, you did it. “W-what happened?” she asked as you had her sit down on the nearest bench. You turned around and gave Niall a thumbs up. He was standing in front of the apartment’s front doors, waiting for you in his long, plaid pants and a white shirt with a few stains on it. He was sipping his tea through a straw, which you always thought was the oddest thing, because no one drinks tea through a straw. “You passed out in, uh, in the street.” Her eyes widened and she rubbed her temples, still slurring her words as she spoke. “The street? Are you serious? And you helped me up and got me out of it?” “Um… yes, I did.” She suddenly stood up and hugged you, her blonde hair tickling your nose. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, I am forever indebted to you,” she said as she pulled back. She was obviously still drunk, and her breath smelt of every alcoholic drink you knew of. “Well, I should really call a cab to get me home, but I really can’t thank you enough. God bless you.” “Wow, thank you. Be safe, okay?” She nodded before flinging out her phone and walking away. You smiled and went to jog across the street, but you only took a few steps before a shooting pain hit you in your side like a car. And then you realized, it was a car. The driver had stopped just as he hit you, and it was nice not being run over and all, but what wasn’t nice, was that whoever was behind the wheel committed a hit and run, and your whole left side was going numb. Niall ran to you, dropping his cup onto the concrete and falling onto his knees in front of you, his breathing unsteady and panicky. “Oh my god… oh my god. Someone call an ambulance!” he shouted, cupping your face in his hands. “Ni, Niall… I’m fine.” You really couldn’t feel much of anything. “No, no, this cannot be happening. Not you. Not here.” “I’m not gonna die, Sweetie. I’ll just have a few bumps and bruises, that’s all.” It occurred to you then that you had just been hit by a moving vehicle, and you were comforting him. You didn’t mind it, though. He was definitely more hurt than you were. “I- I don’t…” he whispered, tears spilling out of his eyes. And that’s when you started crying. Now, you weren’t very in touch with your emotions. In fact, you were like a piece of ice. You were rock solid, but once someone warm and kind came along, you would slowly start to melt until you were a puddle. And so here you laid in a puddle of your own tears, although you weren’t scared or sad or hurting. But you knew that he was. He stroked your hair, now done with his fit of sobs, but now you were hysterically balling, and he was the one comforting you for once. Maybe you were scared. Maybe you were sad. Maybe you were hurting. “Talk to me,” he whispered. “Tell me what’s going on.” “I- I can’t feel my left side,” you responded. “I can’t feel my left shoulder or the left side of my waist, it’s all just numb.” He hushed you and nodded, your face in his hands. “Just… get my mind off of it, please,” you requested. And that was when he kissed you. Your best friend kissed you. He leaned down and placed his left hand under your head, lifting it slightly and not stopping for awhile. You didn’t want him to. It did get your mind off of what you couldn’t feel. Soon the ambulance came, and you were taken into it; but Niall wasn’t allowed to come along. You realized that you couldn’t always be the tough one or the one who always took action. You couldn’t just… not feel. You had to let him take the lead on some things. You had to at least let him help. At the very least, let him in.
Hope you like it Brye! xx
4:50 AM
Hello:) I was just wondering whether you have plans to consider starting up your imagines again in the future?
Sadly, I've decided not to continue writing imagines. It was really fun while it lasted, and so great for my confidence as a writer. Doing this actually solidified my decision to choose writing as a career path! I'm still working on my book and if ever it gets published, I promise I will report back to you guys. I do have a website in the works but it is taking awhile to get up. When it does eventually exist haha I will post the link. Thank you all for supporting me and I promise I'll still come on this blog to update or see what's going on with you guys. If you ever just wanna chat with me feel free!! :) xx
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Hey guys! I've been wanting to find some cool blogs so just reblog (or if you don't want to spread it, just like) and I will follow every person! You don't have to be following and you can be any kind of account. Thanks!! <3
hi! this is a love note :) when i'm feeling down i always remember how i used to read one of your imagines and the world was alright again! it's amazing what little things like that can do. at least i've still got many old ones left to read. hope you're well! x
This is so incredibly kind, it made me smile so wide! Thank you thank you for sending me this :)
R u alive ?
Yes, I am! Just very busy with school and writing and all that! :)
Hi lovely! I love your imagines:) I was wondering if you had a link to all your niall and luke imagines? Thanks xx
Thank you so much!Niall Imagines: 1dfashionandimagines.tumblr.com/tagged/niall (ignore the first post, it's not an imagine lol)Luke Imagines: 1dfashionandimagines.tumblr.com/tagged/luke :)