Writing Prompts

Writing Prompts

Send me a quote with a character or ship and I’ll write a one shot/drabble.

1. “Don’t you say that… not you” 2. “I know it’s 3 in the morning, but I can’t find my cat” 3. “Make me” 4. “Is that my shirt?” 5. “If you walk out that door… don’t you ever come back” 6. “Don’t you die on me” 7. “Please… just leave me alone” 8. “I can’t keep fighting like this” 9. “I need you” 10. “Where were you when I needed you?” 11. “Will you just shut up for a minute and let me think?!” 12. “I just want you to be happy” 13. “It’s time to say goodbye” 14. “Please…stay…” 15. “I don’t want to hurt you” 16. “Just shut up and kiss me” 17. “Ignore me, I didn’t see anything” 18. “I wish I could stop loving you” 19. “I’m scared” 20. “I’ll protect you no matter what… even if it kills me” 21. “You knocked on my door at 1 in the morning, to cuddle?” 22. “I can’t do this without you” 23. “Love is stupid” 24. “I trusted you” 25. “No, please don’t!” 26. “I’m not gonna let you get yourself killed!” 27. “I’m with you okay? Always” 28. “I thought you loved me” 29. “I told you this would happen” 30. “What? You think you’re the only one suffering?” 31. “You’re alive?!” 32. “Don’t you try and pin this on me!” 33. “Why are you like this?” 34. “If you really love me, you’ll let me go” 35. “Why are you looking at me like that” 36. “I hate you” 37. “Because I love you god damn it!” 38. “Oh well good for you” 39. “I’m not gonna keep having this conversation” 40. “I could hold you forever” 41. “Every time I see you, I fall in love with you all over again” 42. “This is hard for me too” 43. “Squeeze my hand if you can hear me” 44. “Close your eyes” 45. “Will you marry me?” 46. “I’m in love…shit” 47. “Go on, I dare you” 48. “Kiss me.” 49. “I’d rather die” 50. “Please… I need you”

harry styles

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The soft sounds of the far away waves sent relief washing over her, clutching onto her walking stick tighter at the sound of footsteps nearing her. Angelica stepped further to the side in case the person behind her needed to get by, her curls bouncing on her face from the sudden gust of wind that blew over her. Much to her dismay the footsteps didn't stop, they seemed to linger behind the small girl. Pushing her dark sunglasses further up the bridge of her nose, taking large steps down the familiar sidewalk. Her body was slightly tense at the now mocking footsteps, trying to ignore the uncertainty climbing up her chest. Angelica swiveled on her heels, standing in front of whatever it may be that was following her, the footsteps came to an abrupt stop not too far from her. She tightened her grip on her walking stick, preparing to unsheathe the sword within it in case the figure wanted to try anything on the girl. Angelica ignored blobs of moving shapes and dark spots in front of her eyes, something she had grown quite used to and tried to peer at him through the smallest little amount of light her eyes let her see.

"Look, I don't know if you've noticed but if you wanted to try to rob me you could have easily done so. Don't have much except for my phone, and my lovely walking stick but it's rather odd having you follow me around like a lost puppy," Angelica spoke out loud, her voice coming out clear in the cool night the figure standing before her seemed surprised to hear those words come from her mouth. Harry eyed the girl in front of him, her curls coming to rest a little above her shoulders hiding that perfect neck of hers that he had seen in the bakery. When he walked in to taste whatever it may have been that smelled so nicely, he never expected it to be the sweet girl with the gorgeous curls. His mouth nearly watered when he followed her down the sidewalk in the empty time of night, her scent intoxicating him, the smell of cinnamon and honey lingered around her body and he couldn't stop himself from wanting to take a nibble. His ring cladded hands came out of his pockets, crossing his arms across his chest at the sight of the unwavering girl before him. Harry was confused at the use of the stick, wanting to know why a little human was carrying around such a large piece of wood.

"Why do you carry a stick around? Looks rather stupid. On the other hand...I don't remember reading about this, is this new to your species?" His thick accent sent her body into a whirlwind of different emotions, confused at his use of words. Species? Is this dude Russian or something? Angelica was very lost, taking a step towards the odd man ignoring the ever growing tension.

"I'm blind. You know what that is right? I can't see you, or anything in this world. Only small amounts of light, but nothing more. That's why I carry around a stick, thank you very much" She explained, taking another step towards him catching scent of a small hint of mint coming from the husky voiced guy. Angelica noticed the guy hadn't made any advances on her quite yet, but she didn't let her guard down.

"You can't see me? Hmm... this is relatively new," Before she could utter anything, a small gust of wind came rushing onto her flushed skin, the sensation of a pair of large hands grabbing her arms caught her attention. The mint she had gotten a whiff of was significantly stronger, his warm breath fanning over her exposed neck the young girl closed her eyes out of fear. Untwisting the lid off her sword carefully, letting the wooden lid fall onto the concrete the soft sound of clanging filled the silence. Harry noticed the glinting metal the second the cover came off the wood, stepping away from her as far he could to get the stinging sensation coursing through his body to stop. She stood in a defensive stance holding the sword expertly in her hands, turning her face all sorts of directions at the sound of any small sound in the night. Angelica clenched her jaw at the sound of a small twig snap sent her sword swinging in the direction, the heavy metal swishing through the air.

"Love... don't be foolish. Let me have a bite and I'll consider letting you live-"

"How comforting!"

"Little human-"

"Don’t call me little human you inconsiderate shrimp!" Angelica growled, her grip tightening on the sword as she turned to where she last heard his voice. Her feet sent her walking towards the shuffling footsteps, breaking into a full sprint as he ran further away from her. She knew every little tree, twig and rock in this forest so she had no trouble getting around the plush area. Holding her hand out a small vibrating coming from her hands, the sound of her wooden cover rapidly cutting through the air filled the silence in the forest, clutching the cover back onto her sword standing in an open clearing waiting for the mysterious British boy to appear once again.

"What are you doing out here, doll? Don't you know of all the dangers laying in these woods? Tsk tsk... might have to teach you a lesson," Another voice rumbled from behind her, having a similar voice to the other guy but she quickly noticed that they were not the same person. As quick as she could let out a small breath, the cold man had a tight grip on her moving her body away from the glinting silver pulling her as close to him as humanly possible. The feeling of her walking stick being tossed aside onto the plush grass sent shivers down her spine, feeling more defenseless than she had earlier. She felt his hair tickling her jaw as he leaned close to her bare neck much like the man before him had done, taking a large whiff of her intoxicating scent. Silence overcame her as she waited for his next move, tensing almost immediately as the warm sensation of his tongue licking at a small area of her neck. Liam growled softly, enjoying the taste of her intoxicating scent on his warm tongue. One of his hands was wrapped around her waist, while the other was supporting her head exposing her neck. Bringing her warm body against his stone cold body once more, ignoring the way her body tensed when her body came in contact with his.

"Bloody hell... you taste amazing, doll." Angelica closed her eyes, trying to regulate her heavy breathing. His lips pressed a gentle kiss to her neck directly over where he left a wet spot on her neck, sinking his awaiting teeth into her neck. The taste of blood made it's way to his mouth, groaning at the sweet taste of the never ending crimson liquid trickling from her neck. She tasted super sweet with a small tang but he couldn't get enough of it, trying to take the biggest drink from her as he could. Angelica put two and two together, cursing herself for bumping into a vampire of all people, trying to blink away the stinging sensation making it's way all over her body. Writhing slightly in his hold feeling herself growing weaker the longer he spent sucking on her neck, his hands tightening around her making the young girl whimper.

"Liam. Drop her this instant," The familiar sound of the British guys voice made its away into her ears, his voice sounding rather far away. Liam withdrew his teeth from her soft flesh, letting her body crumple to the floor. Angelica winced softly at the feeling of the rough ground come in contact with her body, trying to regain her consciousness from the slight dazed state she was currently in. Her hands felt around the ground for her walking stick, making her way around her surroundings ignoring the footsteps from the two guys above her, the tip of her pinkie brushing against the humming wood tugging the familiar weapon into her embrace.

"She was mine... "

"You were nowhere around, sir. Your scent was nowhere on her, so I figured-"

"Well you thought wrong. Go before I do something I regret," Almost as quick as he had appeared, Liam disappeared into the night sky leaving only the crumpled girl on the ground and the menacing vampire looming over her. She heaved herself off the floor, pushing through the dizziness that tried to wash over her.

"I apologize for Liam, love. He has no control. He's still new to the pack, so please let me apologize on his behalf," Angelica almost lashed out on the guy but held herself back, knowing she wouldn't be any better than the guy who decided to sink his teeth into her neck. She felt herself nodding softly, clutching her cane tightly knowing it was best to keep her distance to matter how much her body yearned to be in his bubble once again.

“Could I ask a favor of you?”

“Anything, love”

“Could you help me get back home?” Angelica hated herself for asking, but her sense of direction was all messed up after getting thrown every which way. Her hands tensed up as the boy was at her side in an instant, his hand resting on the small of her back as all she felt was the harsh wind slapping against her face.

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send requests! i’m always up for writing anything, just send me a quick little inbox and i’ll make sure to write it as quickly as possible. and if you have any suggestions or criticism, feel free to make it :))

Can you please make a pt. 2 of for merlins sake?

of course! i’ll start working on it tonight <3

These boys will be the end of me 😩 follow my insta for more pics of the boys at imkinkyseavey

Great!! I was thinking of a Draco x reader in which they're true best friends and have a love-hate relationship full of sass and humor, and then at a party or sth they're drunk and end up kissing or in bed? Thank you😘

A Long Time Coming | Draco x Reader

Word Count: 977 words

Warnings: cursing, drinking, indication of smut

A loud laugh left your parted lips, covering your mouth in an attempt not to embarrass the blonde who was currently trying to get his shirt unstuck from the tree. He wanted to prove to you that he was an excellent climber, and in the process he got his signature black button up stuck on a branch. You rolled your eyes picking yourself up off of the grass waving your wand at him, hearing incoherent grumbles leave him as he jumped down from the tree. Draco nudged your shoulder playfully, a light blush sprinkled across his pale skin.

“That doesn’t prove anything,” He muttered, running his fingers through his gel free hair as he looked down at you. You giggled, tucking your wand back into the pockets sewed into your flowery dress. Draco and you had decided to have a small picnic in his backyard. It was several feet from his house, and there were enough trees and bushes to give them some privacy.

“Of course not, Mal. If anything, I think you should give it another go. What do you say?” You teased, turning on your heel and making yourself comfortable on the picnic blanket you had set up. Your hands reached for the picnic basket but the blonde had other plans, using his wand to levitate it above you. A smile tugged on your lips, eyeing the blonde whose face was all smug his free hand tucked into his dark dress pants.

“I think I’m good. I quite like it down here, don’t you?” The teasing in his voice sent you, letting out a soft chuckle before throwing your sandal at him catching him off guard causing him to drop the picnic basket into your awaiting hands. You stuck your tongue out at the blonde, smirking up at him as you reached for the bottle of Firewhisky. The glint in Draco’s told you everything as he took a seat across from you, throwing your sandal back at you but you failed to take notice and it hit you square in the face. A loud gasp left your lips, snapping your head to face Draco whose face had gone pale as a ghost as you set the bottle down rather calmly.

“You have about 3 seconds to start running, Malfoy.” Draco scrambled from his seating position and began sprinting far from the brunette. The grin on your face grew twice the size as you began chasing after him, your wand in hand, eyeing his tall frame as you got even closer to him. Even though you were significantly shorter than him, and his legs were much longer, the amount of adrenaline in your body could be enough to give someone a heart attack.

“Did you know- that you are incredibly intimidating for a short person?!” Draco shouted over his shoulder, nearly tripping over his feet as he rounded a bush heading back to their picnic. You let out a loud laugh, apparating to the picnic blanket which caused him to let out a scream nearly toppling over you. He breathed out a laugh, plopping onto the blanket as he tried to regain his breath.

“I win-”

“Oh fuck off,” He scoffed, propping himself onto his elbows as he eyed you pour yourself a generous amount of Firewhisky. You ran your tongue over your bottom lip, proceeding to down the large amount of alcohol feeling it burn as it trickled down your throat. A whistle left Draco’s lips his eyebrows raised in surprise, taking the glass of Firewhisky you had poured for him.

Unlike you, he decided to take small sips from the golden liquid, which in turn made you pout at him. He caught a glimpse of your jutted bottom lip out of the corner of his eye, choosing to ignore you so he looked anywhere else. Draco swirled the liquid around in his cup, giving into the sulking witch and downing the drink in one swallow. You cheered, throwing playful jabs at him taking the glass from his ring cladded fingers. 

The small amount of liquid trickling down his chin caught your attention, setting the glass on the blanket lifting your thumb up to his chin catching Draco’s eyes as you wiped gingerly at the Firewhisky. You hadn’t intended for the act to be as sensual as it was, but with the small jolt of alcohol in your system seemed to do the trick. The air around the two of you had thickened tremendously, feeling your breath hitch as you caught his eyes flickering down to your lips and back up to your eyes. Draco felt himself leaning in closer like there was an imaginary string pulling him in, his eyes fluttering shut as he closed the space in between the two of you. Time seemed to stop as your lips molded together, feeling his toned arms pulling you onto his lap rather urgently as he deepened the kiss. Hungrily kneading your fingers into his blonde locks, tugging him closer to you as you straddled his waist.

“Bloody hell,” He moaned into the kiss, tightening his grip on your hips as he felt himself growing flustered. You tried your hardest not to laugh at what he said but failed miserably, pulling away from the heated make out session and resting your forehead against his. His warm breath fanned against your face, as he scanned your face for any sign of discomfort, “did I do something wrong?”

“Of course not, Mal. But... since when did Ronald Weasley join the party?” 

“I’m going to kill you,” You threw your head back at the monotone sound of his voice, letting out a small yelp as he shoved you off of his lap. You knew he wasn’t actually mad, considered his little friend seemed a little too happy to see you, and the smile he was trying hard to conceal wasn’t helping his case either. Merlin, this boy would be the death of you.

a/n: if you have any feedback, don’t be afraid to give any. i appreciate it! also, don’t be afraid to give any specific characteristics or specific things you would like in your imagine/one shot. thank you so much for being my first request! it means the world to me :’)) <3

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