updated May 3 2026. I'm separating the dialogue prompts into their respective sections. Went through Anger & Angst Lists the last few days & separated them into smaller lists. Will be working on the horror/Apocalyptic list next!
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rupert finds you outside, the sound of the party travelling through the open door. you’re looking up at the night sky, admiring the stars above you. you shiver, and rupert immediately takes off his blazer and places it over your shoulders.
“hi,” you greet him. “why aren’t you inside? i thought my dad would be making you do shots by now.”
rupert tries not to think about the fact that you’re his friend’s daughter.
“there’s still time for that.” he responds, and the smile you give him makes his chest constrict.
he knows he shouldn’t be here with you. if declan were to find out about this, he would jump to conclusions that aren’t exactly unreasonable. the torch rupert is carrying for you burns brighter every day, and it won’t be long before he crosses a line that neither of you will be able to come back from.
“how come you’re out here on your own? i thought you’d be with your sisters.”
“they found boys to talk to,” you respond. “didn’t want to be a third wheel. besides, it’s rare taggie lets a man talk to her and i wasn’t about to rain on her parade.”
rupert chuckles fondly at you, “the perfect wing woman.”
you shrug, “one of us should be getting laid.”
rupert swallows and you look like you regret your words.
“not that that’s any of your business. i didn’t mean—“
“it’s okay.” he responds softly.
“no, it isn’t,” you turn to look at him and suddenly the space between you feels a a lot smaller. “when i’m around you, i say crazy things. and i don’t know why, you’re so… you’re you. you treat women like…”
it isn’t anything he hasn’t heard before, but it still stings.
“i’m sorry,” you breathe out. “i should get back anyway.”
“(y/n).”
“no, i’ve made it weird,” you shrug off his jacket and hand it back to him. “go enjoy the rest of your night. i think i’m gonna go to bed.”
“(y/n),” he says again, more desperately, and it makes you freeze in your tracks. “i can’t change my reputation. but i want to be a good man for you.”
“there can’t be an us. you know that. if my father ever finds out that we—“
“we?” he asks. “you feel it too.”
you blink back the tears before he can see them, “goodnight, rupert.”
you head back inside, leaving rupert with a head full of thoughts that are just about you.
Hey can I request a late 90's Jeff Hardy. Fem reader is an art student and needs a male model to pose for her and she runs into Jeff not knowing he's a wrestler and she's like "I LOVE your bone structure can I paint you" she even offers to pay him. They end up bonding over art and music.
Please and thank you
NOW I LUV THIS UNIQUENESS
CW: AFAB!reader, cussing, fluff, humor, um… Nothing rlly, this is short (I’m assuming this is not supposed to be smut?? Lmao), this is a bit based off of my experience with him since we’ve met before
Just graduated a few hours ago.. It’s 11pm! Anyway, enjoy LMAO
You were out the house looking for some inspiration, but for some reason, nothing was coming to you.
The park hadn’t been all that interesting. Usually you’d paint something in nature when you were stuck, but you wanted something more this time.
After walking around town, going to a few shops, there was still nothing? The fuck were you gonna do then… You were having some sort of art block, most likely. You needed to snap out of it in order to do your upcoming assignment.
As you continued walking—not really paying attention as you looked around for anything that *might* just happen to catch your attention—you bumped into a tall man.
“Shit, sorry!” You apologized and took a step back.
“Nah, that’s ok. You alright?” He asked politely. You nodded and looked up. Bingo babyyyy. Muthafuckin jackpot.
This random man was now your muse apparently.
“Alright, have a good day then.” He smiled and started to walk off, but you couldn’t let him get away that easy?
You caught up to him quickly. “Hey, wait!” You called out. He stopped and looked at you. “Talkin’ to me?”
With a nod, you rushed out, “I absolutely love your bone structure!”
There was a small pause and now it seemed like you wanted to collect his bones and put ‘em in a jar or something?
“Oh?.. Well, thank you.” He said softly, though a bit awkward.
You shook your head, waving your hands briefly. “Wait—That came out wrong. I’m an art student and I’ve been looking for something all day to give me inspiration, and you did.”
He smiled with a small nod at the explanation. “Really? That’s pretty cool. I do a ‘lil art here ‘nd there.”
You were glad he did art. Maybe that meant he’d understand you a bit better.
“Oh, nice! Can I use you as a model for my project, please? You’re perfect for it!” You put your hands together, pleading. He simply shrugged. “Don’t see why not.”
“Great, thank you! How much do you want?” You were already about to dig in your purse before he stopped you.
“I don’t need nothing. I swear.”
You were a bit surprised. Didn’t he know he was about to basically be a statue for a few hours?.. and he didn’t want anything out of it??
“Are you sure?” You asked carefully, trying to put at least $50 in his hand.
Jeff pushed the money back. “I’m sure. Promise.”
There was a small back and forth before you finally let it go, though you were reluctant.
Mini Time Skip
You met up with the man and learned his name was Jeff, to which you told him yours.
You two had learned you both shared interests in music as well as painting, it was a nice time overall being around him.
Jeff had took one of your spare easels and started painting with you. It was interesting how intricate his art was, very vibrant and colorful.
After he finished and showed you, you found a new sense of appreciation for him, seeing as though he was so good at the hobby you two shared.
Then it came down to you using him as a model. Jeff tried staying as still as possible, but it was a bit hard when you were sitting your ass in one spot for a few hours, simply collecting dust like a TV. At least there was music playing, that was something.
Once you finished, you showed him and he looked in awe.
“Oh, that’s pretty neat! Can’t believe you sat here and did that…” (This man does say “neat” irl! LOL)
Jeff took the painting and looked it over. “You said this is for a project?”
You nodded, taking it back once he handed it to you. “Mhm. I needed a male model but I had art block, so I was walking around but couldn’t find anything that inspired me. Until I bumped into you, that is.”
Jeff smiled softly. “Well, thanks for seeing something in me.” You returned the smile.
“And thank you for being so patient. Maybe we could hangout again sometime?”
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