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New Years

Anonymous -

Can you write one where you and your crush are at a family New Years party at his house and you act shy and awkward but it gets kind steamy when the new year rings in? Idk if I'm being too specific but hopefully that makes sense! Thanks :) 

Hey anon, sure! I think this sounds cute. You’re gonna be my first shorter go, hope you don’t mind! It’ll be short but detailed. Sorry this is probably super late and was supposed to be around actual New Years time.

You’re getting ready for a New Year’s party at (c/n)’s house, trying to decide what to actually wear. His family always throws a huge party, and you were thrilled when he invited you.

Eventually, when you’d finally decided on the right outfit, and fixed up your hair, you were ready. You fix one last strand in the mirror before heading out the door.

When he opens the door, you’re mildly disoriented from the noise. And how good he looks. He’s not dressed up, exactly, but not dressed down either. He’s wearing a nice black button up and fitted jeans. He looks really, really good, and you suddenly feel inadequate despite your earlier efforts to look nice.

“Hey, (y/n)! Come on in!” He has to shout over the laughter and the chatter filling the house.

“H-hi, (c/n)! This is really nice.” You try to project your voice loud enough for him to hear as well.

But it seems he didn’t. He just drags you around the house, hopping from relative to relative having awkward introductions and almost-conversations. One woman, an aunt maybe, actually commented on how you should try to dress better. You just flush red and look at your feet, but he was not happy.

“There’s absolutely nothing wrong with the way she dresses. I think she looks really nice,” he admits, scowling at the woman before gently leading you away.

He stops at a door and nudges you in before closing it behind the both of you. You look around and realize it’s his room ”Hey, you okay? I’m sorry about her, she never knows when to shut her mouth,” he sighs, his eyes searching your face. “It’s fine,” you reply, awkwardly pulling at your shirt, suddenly self conscious. You didn’t know where to stand so you just hovered in the corner.

“We can hang in here for a while, if you don’t mind? So we can talk.” 

“A-alright,” you mumble, still standing around like an idiot. He goes to sit on his bed and gestures for you to as well, so you do. You try to talk for a bit, but you keep stammering out muddled replies, and eventually he notices.

“You don’t have to be nervous, you know,” he says softly, “It’s just me.”

“Exactly. It’s you and I’m... me.” The end was almost a whisper, barely there.

“But you’re wonderful,” he murmurs.

That’s when you realized how close your faces actually were, as you sat on his bed. He seemed to notice at the same time, but he didn’t move away. He brought his hand up to touch your face gently, carefully, like he wasn’t sure how you’d react.

You couldn’t move. You couldn’t even speak. You open your mouth, but nothing comes out. He leans in closer, and then your foreheads are touching. You can feel his breath on your face.

“(y/n),” hey says, his lips barely brushing yours as he does. Then he finally closes the gap between the two of you, and you’re kissing.

You didn’t exactly expect to end up making out with (c/n) in his room at his family’s New Year’s party, but you certainly weren’t complaining. His hands are on your face and your hands are in his hair and it’s so easy and right and him.

Then he bites your lip, and you let out a small whine making him growl and turn you so you’re back against his pillows and he’s hovering on top of you. He moves his lips from yours on down your neck and behind your ear, leaving little love bites as he goes. His hands are up under your shirt as well, feeling your bare back with his rough hands.

You moan and pull at his hair as he works his way to your collar bones, then you pull his face back to yours for another kiss. “(c/n),” you breathe out.

“Yeah?”

You grab his hand and shakily pull it across your stomach to your breast. You let out a high sigh and he keeps going to pull your shirt off. Once you’re laying there in your bra, he continues kissing you, while teasing you through your bra.

After a while you both get tired and you lay there happily, breathing heavily. 

“You know I meant what I said, earlier,” he says, breaking the silence.

“About what?”

“You,” he paused, “You really are wonderful.”

I’m not really sure... what this was lol. But I hope you like it!! I wasn’t sure exactly HOW steamy you wanted it to get, so I just tried a heavy makeout. :-) Thanks for the request!

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Cute Walk - For Anon

Anon -

okay so im sorry if this is vague, i havent asked for imagines often. so can you please do one where he leaves his friends to walk you home and then right in front of your house, he stares at you and then kisses you, and smiles, still staring at you? is this too vague?

My first attempt at a shorter imagine. I’m not exactly sure I succeeded at the shorter part, exactly, but it was certainly lighter. Hope you like it!

P.S. It wasn't too vague at all! Just a sweet little idea. c:

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“Well, I’d better be going then,” You say to your friends, “I have to... get up early tomorrow,” What a lame excuse.

One of them said “Bye”, a few nodded their heads, and the rest just laughed at some joke. They weren’t really paying you any attention. You didn’t even need an excuse, because they didn’t even care. You just turn away, and try your best to avoid people on your way out. But then you pass [c/n] by the door, and right when you thought you were out without being noticed, he called for you.

“Hey! [y/n]! Are you leaving already?”

“Yeah, I’m just… Tired… See you at school,” You tried your best to not sound dumb, but say as little words as possible.

“Oh, okay then. I’ll walk you home,” He says, waving at his friends who just looked at him, bewildered.

“Walk... Me home?” You were shocked. You didn’t even think he ever noticed you, but he wanted to walk you home?

“Yep,” He insists, putting a hand on the small of your back,  “See you guys later,” He then said in the direction of his friends.

And then he closes the door behind you.

“Thanks,” You choke out, trying to sound normal, but you weren’t sure if you did because he was touching you.

His hand doesn’t move as you both walk down the driveway. “No problem. It’s pretty late for a lady to be out walking alone, anyway,”

“My house is only 3 blocks away!” You say defensively, but really really hoping he wouldn’t change his mind or stop touching you.

“It doesn’t matter, you never know. You might get attacked by an armed walrus!”

You burst out laughing. “An armed walrus? Where does that even come from?”

“Places,” He replies.

“Okay then… What about a homicidal daisy? Huh? Those are scarily common these days,” You say, still giggling.

He gasps in mock horror. “Those daisies… Always up to no good,”

You both proceed to send back and forth ideas for ridiculous dangers that might be lurking behind corners, until you started getting cold.

“Really didn’t dress for this wind!” You exclaim, shivering. He simply removes his jacket, and places it around your shoulders without a word. He also seems to hold you closer to him, but you might be imagining it.

After just walking in silence for a few moments, [c/n] asks, “You know, the party had barely started when you decided to leave. Is everything alright, [y/n]?

You weren’t sure how to answer. “Um, I guess,” You say as sincerely as you can.

He didn’t buy it, and turns you to him. This time he just says, “What’s wrong?”

“They ignore me,” You say, deciding to not even try to lie, “Pretty much all of the time, unless they have nothing better to do than talk to me, which barely ever happens. Tonight I decided I would rather sleep than be half-there with those assholes,”

“I don’t ignore you,” He said, and surprised you with a hug. It only lasted a moment, but you felt as if you had gained a friend.

You walked the rest of the way in silence, but not an awkward silence. More like an understanding silence. You could get used to that.

Despite your lack of distractions, somehow just his presence made you almost pass your house. “Wait! This is my house,” You say, stopping suddenly, and he turns to look at you.

And just looks at you. For what feels like minutes, he stands there staring at you. You start to wonder if there was something wrong with your face.

But then he kisses you. Not a chaste kiss either, a real kiss. You wrap your arms around his neck and he tangles his fingers in your hair and time seems to stop.

When you break apart, he looks at you again. This time you don’t wonder about your face, though. You definitely don’t feel ignored.

You feel noticed.

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Well, that turned out oddly deep for a supposedly “light”, “easy”, “short”, imagine! The point of the idea though was more just to let myself off of the hook, and realize, although this is for you guys, it is also for me. And if it strains me too much, I should just move on to something simpler until I  can get my groove back.. It was really fun for me, although I did stretch the idea a bit to my liking. I hope you don’t mind, Anon, but I’ve been feeling ignored a lot lately and this helped me out a bit.

Thanks guys!

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Bully - For harmonyskyy14

harmonyskyy14 -

Can I have an imagine where my crush acts like he hates me and insults me and stuff and then we end up together somehow..? Hahaha I would have described it more but I'm sure you get it :) thank you!!

This is for you! I really hope you like it, since it’s been so long. c:

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“Hey! Give that back, I wasn’t finished!” Your small hands tried to grab the blue crayon you were using to color the sky of your drawing back from [c/n] in vain.

“But now I need to finish!” He taunted back, beginning to color in his superhero’s cape.

“That’s not how it works!” You protest, but it was no use. [c/n] was not going to give it back anytime soon. You sigh with defeat, and decide to go over with some other girls to play with dolls.

[c/n] is a boy at your daycare, and apparently out for blood. Ever since the first day, he has teased and poked at you to no end, and you were getting fed up. He was a boy after all, so you tried to understand that’s just how boys work, but day after day of stolen crayons, tugged braids, and destroyed block towers was wearing on your 6-and-a-half-year-old brain. Why would someone want to do that kind of thing anyway?

After the other girls tired of the dolls, you decided to go back to the table you were coloring at before, since [c/n] was nowhere to be seen. When you looked at your picture, you were surprised to see the sky was fully blue, with clouds and everything! You stared at it in bewilderment, deciding that you would never understand boys.

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You still had the same thought years later, well past your time in daycare. Unfortunately for you, [c/n] never really grew out of the teasing, it just grew up with him. Crayons turned into insults, tugging turned into shoving, and block towers turned into books and important papers due.

Like right now, when he and his friends were shouting names you didn’t even know the meaning of at you as you tried to exit the school as quickly as possible.

“You trying to run, bitch?” One of his friends spits at you. You started to walk faster.

Another friend got in front of you when you were just ten more strides from the door.

“Where do you think you’re going? We’re not done with you yet,” he sneers. He pushes you into a locker and puts his arms on either side of you, trapping you. His breath smells horrible.

One of the more passive, quiet ones starts looking uncomfortable. You send silent prayers at him to tell them to move on. [c/n] just stands there, staring into space. There was a time, around middle school, that he would have stood up for you. You were friends then, for one year, and that was some of the most fun you ever had. He was actually really funny and thoughtful, if you could talk to him long enough. Ever since then, you had this odd crush on him that you didn’t really know what to do with at times like these.

“Hey, guys,” [c/n] says, snapping you out of your trance, “Cut it out. We messed with her enough,”

You were shocked. [c/n]?! You thought he had changed for good, that middle school [c/n] was long gone. You had decided that you were okay with that, and then he does this.

But the boy with the bad breath has other ideas. He grabs you by the jaw, forcefully, and turns your head. “You’re a real pretty thing, aren’t you? What a shame. Too bad you’re a piece of trash,” You have a sudden burst of courage, and spit right in his face. He looks like he’s about to explode.

He puts his arms down, just long enough to swing a fist at your face. You recoil back, and side down the locker. You hear shouting, but don’t want to listen. Instead you worry yourself with why [c/n] suddenly wanted to help.

“[y/n]?” He says tentatively, crouching down beside you. “Are you okay?”

You try to speak, but your mouth has other ideas. Instead you just groan.

He reaches for your face, but not forcefully like the bad smelling boy. He turns your head to look at you.

“You need to put ice on it,” he says, while brushing hair out of your face, “Stay there, I’ll be right back.”

Why did he even care? All he had ever done was hate you. Or… did he? Was he just playing along with the other boys? Your mind wandered back to the day you stopped being friends. It was the end of the summer, a week or so before school started back. You had really started liking him by then, constantly asking yourself if he liked you back. You were going to ask him, tonight, at a party one of your friends was having. A “last hurrah” end of summer celebration, pretty much everyone was going.

You had picked out a special dress even, just for the occasion. You were so excited. You curled your hair perfectly, (which was quite a feat back then) and wore your darker shade of red lipstick. You were ready to confess your feelings to the boy you had liked all summer.

Then it all went horribly wrong. When you finally got him alone at the party, he was fidgety and nervous. You small talked for a little while, and then you said,

“[c/n],” he looked up from his shoes, which had been very interesting to him for most of the conversation, “I - I have something I would like to tell you.”

He just stood there, without a word.

“[c/n], I really like you,” You blurted, unsure of what to do next. Should you kiss him? Let him kiss you? Ask him on a date? Do nothing at all?

He looked flat out scared at this point, swaying back and forth, tousling his hair constantly. What was wrong with him?

“I t-think you should go,” was all he said. Seriously? That was it?

At the time, you felt insulted, but now you realized he was only trying to help. Unfortunately, you didn’t listen.

Later that night you found out that a group of his friends had a prank planned for you. They ripped your dress off in front of everyone, calling you a slut, fat, whatever they wanted. You ran off crying to your friend, who loaned you clothes and sent you home. It was only now that you realized him telling you to leave was probably related to that.

He comes back with the ice, bringing you back into reality.

“Here,” he said, handing it to you.

You placed it on your cheek, wincing at the cold. “Thanks.”

“I’m sorry about that. They’re such assholes,” he says, looking down.

“It’s okay now,  I’m fine.”

“No, it’s not!” He suddenly shouts, straightening up, “I should never have let it go this far. You don’t deserve this. You’re not any of the things they call you! You’re kind, and smart. You try to help people, to be polite, to stand up for others. You’re so cute, and you have the most gorgeous eyes, and… and I love you, [y/n]!”

You just sit there in shock, not even believing the words coming out of his mouth.

“You probably hate me now, anyways, so it doesn’t even matter, but I’ve loved you since middle school. I hated it when they did that to you, with the dress. I tried to stop it, I did, but they wouldn’t listen.” He was on the brink of tears now, and it broke your heart. He loved you! It can’t be real, right?

“[c/n],” you said, “I think I love you too.”

He stopped. “What?”

“I said, I love you too.”

“Y-you…” He trailed off, wrapping his arms around you fiercely. Then he pulled away, only to kiss you, hard. It hurt your cheek, but you didn’t care. You stayed like that for a while, then you said, “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“I was afraid after their stupid prank that you thought I hated you. At first I avoided you, but then I went with them and bullied you. It wasn’t right. I’m so sorry, [y/n].”

“It’s okay,” you say, “You’re here now.”

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I feel like I didn’t quite capture your request, but I hope you enjoyed it anyway. It was quite tricky making him mean yet nice enough to crush on without it getting creepy, so I decided to only mention him being mean, rather than writing it actually happening as much, because it kept sounding wrong to me. If you are unhappy and would like for me to try again with a more detailed description, I can try.

And just to explain something, I’m going to try to write as many of my requests in order of when they were requested, but sometimes, it’s hard to think of what to write for certain ones. When this is the case, I would rather wait until I can think of something good instead of trying to BS my way through it and have it end up disappointing. I try my best, but I’m only human!

Anyway, on to the next request I go! c:

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writers blockkk... any imagine ideas?