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To my followers... I'm not leaving. I'm not closing up inbox. I am, however, very busy with schoolwork, so please don't be angry at me for not finishing up requests by their promised times. I'll probably write them during creative writing tomorrow and try to have them up ASAP. Request as you please, you'll never annoy me or offend me by a request. But please remember I'm flooded with schoolwork and other things ♥ I really do love you guys.
Hi, may i request a story on y/n and teddy boy Ringo meeting at a Rory Storm gig, falling for each other hard, spending time together the rest of the evening and spending the night together?
Awwwww that sounds so cute!! I'll make that a longer one, and I can have that up by the end of the day or so. 😊 Thanksh for the request!
Hi! First of all, I think that u r great and I love your blog! I do not know I u want to, but could you write a fluffy and cute David Gilmour x Rick Wright imagine? Thanks very much 💕
Ooh sure! I'll have it written by the end of the day! CX Thanks for the request!
Imagine high school: ah, the people, the sights, the constant trouble. One of the best parts of your weekday routine was getting to see your crush again and again, since he was in all of your classes. Davy Jones. In fact, the two of you were very good friends. You didn't want to confess your feelings for him any time soon, because you were afraid he'd reject you for someone more popular. Your best friend, who was also a bit mean at times, continued pressuring you daily to tell him, and you continued to refuse. It was one fated day at school that you continued to bottle up your true feelings, and continued scolding your friend for nagging you. "(Y/n), why even have these feelings if you won't even tell him!" Your best friend yelled, and luckily no names were mentioned because everyone in the hallway averted their eyes to the two of you. "I oughta' tell him myself!" Before you could stop your friend, they were speed-walking away from you and towards your crush. You felt a deep feeling of fear in the pit of your stomach as you darted to your friend. Davy looked up from the book he was reading and saw your friend. They looked back at you for one more moment before pointing at you and screaming, "(Y/N) has a biiiig crush on you!" Hues of red furiously made their way onto your face, as did tears. You glared at your friend before dashing away to the abandoned corner of the hallway. Davy chased after you, and when he found you he immediately hugged you. "Shhh.. it's gonna be okay", he murmured softly, hugging you tighter as your sobs turned into silence. He hummed "Daydream Believer" and leaned on you a bit. You were slightly confused. "M-my friend out there was k-kidding", you stuttered nervously, letting out a shaky laugh. "My friend messes with people l-like tha--" Out of the blue a pair of lips were placed on yours, and you knew that they could only belong to one person. You found yourself even more confused than before. "I love you, (y/n), I thought I'd made it obvious..I'm glad you feel the same." he said, cupping his hand around your cheek. You nuzzled your face onto his hand lovingly before kissing his cheek, euphoria striking you quickly. Suddenly the bell rang, and your free period was over. Davy was quick to stand up, but he extended his hand to you to grab. You gently grasped it and held it tightly to yours, grinning at your new boyfriend.
Imagine Roger Waters giving you one of those gigantic teddy bears from Costco for Valentine's Day, even though they're like $200. It's even bigger than you are, and he's got the biggest grin smothered across his face as you hug the giant bear tightly, then him.
Imagine. Roger Waters Roger Fires Roger Airs Roger Earths. All was okay until the fire nation attacked.
Imagine a chilly winter's night, with snow falling just outside your window and ice forming on the windows. You were inside your home lying down by the fire place, its warmth embracing you. A moment later, your husband David Gilmour ambles down the long staircase of the house you shared and seats himself right beside you. You look up at him relaxedly with a peaceful grin worn on your face. "Hello~" He chuckled and scooted a bit before lying down beside you, turning to face you. "You are so adorable", he murmured, before planting a kiss upon your cheek. "It's like an angel blessed you with /too/ much beauty." A rosy red tint crawled onto your cheeks. You'd been married to him for many years now, yet his sweet remarks still made you blush. "I love you David.." you whispered softly, your eyes locking with his. He smiled adoringly before moving his hand to find yours, wrapping his fingers around yours. "I love you so much, (y/n), it's ineffable~." You noticed the snow piling up from the back door window, and you both giggled a bit. David wrapped his arms around you and held you tight. "I'll keep you warm and comfy." He said, which caused instant smiles on both of your faces.
Imagine standing alone at the park, enjoying the nice weather outdoors. You hear quick pacing footsteps distanced behind you, but you're too relaxed to notice anything. By the time they get too close to turn around, a figure glomps you tightly with a pounce. You're terribly fearful until you turn your head, only to see Roger Waters on top of you hugging you from behind. "I just really really missed you, (y/n)!" He exclaims with a grin as he nuzzles your neck with his cheek.
Hi sweetie, could you write a fluffy David Gilmour imagine? Thank you very much! 💕
Yesh! X3 I'll try to have it up soon, thank you thank you for the request!
I'm in love with your Roger Waters imagines! Please do more!
Of course! I'll post some very very much soon. ♡♪ Thank chu very much for the compliment, it means so much to me and lightened my day.
For Anon 😃
Imagine feeling an incredible sense of drowsiness and heaviness within your head as you sit up, waking up to begin the new day. You're sleepy, and your emotions feel so rock bottom that it's hard to even think a singular positive thought. Your husband, Roger Waters, is in a peaceful slumber beside you. Your thoughts begin to intrude again, and tears pour gently from your eyes. Although you cried quietly, somehow it startled Roger and his eyes shot open, the rest of his body staying without movement. He lied beside you for another minute, staying silent for mere moments before sitting up. You hadn't noticed him until he wrapped his arms around the shaking frame of your body within a warm and comforting embrace. You looked up and sniffled, peering over his shoulder and hugging him back gently. He rubbed his thumbs around in circles on the soft skin of your back, attempting to ease your sorrows. "I love you," he whispered, in a voice so soft and delicate it was almost ethereal. "Please remember that there is nothing that can replace you, because you hold so dear in my heart.." Stopping for a moment to trace a heart with his thumb upon your back, he sighed and continued. "I understand how you're feeling right now... I've felt alone, helpless, so deeply sad that it was hard to feel anything but." He lifted himself out of the embrace and lifted your chin so your eyes were gazing straight into the sapphire orbs of his. "I believe in you, (Y/N)... You can get through this. I'll be here for you to fight this, because you're a strong strong person." He smiled and moved his hand up to your cheek, before stroking it a bit and planting a sweet loving kiss upon your lips. "Is there anything particular you'd like to do today. . . ?"
Could you do a fluffy roger waters imagine, please? I'm pretty depressed right now. Thanks xx
Awwww, of course hon~… I'm here for you if you need anything. I'm at school but I'll have it up by the end of the day ♡☆
Imagine George Harrison taking you out to a restaurant, and paying for you. Both of you order very big meals, and converse with each other passionately as you chow down your meals. George points in random directions to divert your attention elsewhere at one point, then leaning forward to sneak a nibble of your dinner. He ends up attempting to take more than expected, however. You whip your head back to notice your boyfriend eating your food, and break out in raucous laughter as you attempt to get at his food. George hisses playfully, his mouth filled with the gigantic bite he’d taken in. He hovers over his plate and makes you continue to have huge fits of laughter as onlookers stare on, not understanding the amount of fun you two are having.
Originally posted to my personal, oops
That’s the way the whole thing started Silly but it’s true Thinking of our sweet romance Beginning in a dew
I’m so confused, I just checked my college algebra grade to see what I got on the final, and apparently I got a 98?? I thought for sure I failed it, that test kicked my ass!!Â
@autoamerican1980 Good job~! _(_^_)_> I'm very glad you did well! I feel the same way sometimes
Imagine sitting at home with not much to do. It seems like a calm, lonely, solemn night when suddenly your door bursts open and in comes your boyfriend Mickey! He slides in and does this jazzy hands motion as he grins a cheeky grin at you. "Guess who got home early?" He exclaims merrily. You slouch back in the sofa and give him a faint smile and a quiet sigh. "I'm hungryish I guess, today's not too good..." you murmured, looking up at Mickey. He thinks for a moment, then he gets an idea! "(Y/n), come sit over here~!" He yaks, dragging your motionless body frame to the coziest chair in the dining room as you look up at him with curiosity. You see excitement in his eyes, and feel no need to worry. Mickey's still got the goofy smirk plastered upon his face. He turns on the telly and dashes up the stairs. When he returns less than a minute later, he's holding a big fluffy blanket. He tosses it over your body up to your neck, cozying it and fluffing it around you to increase your comfort. "Be right back, turtledove~" he says, kissing your cheek softly before dancing and twirling his way into the kitchen. You hear the clattering of pots and pans, but ignore all the noise at first. Soon enough you hear the smoke detector going off and you get up from your cozy hotspot to check in your boyfriend. You pace into the kitchen only to see a smoke filled kitchen with Mickey, a bowl of soup, and the toaster in the sink. "How?---" "Shhh", he interrupts gently, grinning ear to ear. "Just relax..." You were happy to get back in that nice little spot and share it with Mickey, slowly eating the steaming but tasty soup. But one question still lied: how?
Imagine getting home after a long day of busyness, and you're absolutely exhausted. You fall onto the couch, exhaling softly and glancing up at the ceiling. You heard the keys of the door turn, and the door swung open to reveal your best friend, John Deacon. He'd received your message about needing some company, and rushed to your house right away. "(Y/N), you alright?" He asked, tilting his head inquisitively and stepping towards you. You nod sleepily and yawn. John walks to the couch and seats himself next to you, who is curled up in a ball on the other side of the loveseat sofa. He leans over to brush a few stray hairs away from your eyes, causing you to smile brightly at him. You placed your hand upon his cheek as you got that happy warm feeling in the pit of your tummy. "John--" "..I love you, (y/n)!" He blurted this out with his cheeks burning a fire red, interrupting your previous statement.. not like you minded! The merry expression upon your face never failed to fade as you reached up to place a kiss onto his soft lips. "I love you too, John", you reply, "…always have, too…" Your confession now gets that rosy red to pop onto your cheeks, and John plants several pecks on both of your blushing cheeks. You remember you're sleepy and lay your body down on the couch, your heavy head resting upon the bassist's lap. With a soft chuckle, he presses his lips to your forehead before humming "Crazy Little Thing Called Love" to help you sleep.
