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I just think they’re cute

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Nr.1 from the prompts where you're clumsy and hurt yourself and jadon is laughing at you

IN LOVE ━━ JADON SANCHO.

Prompt:"Shut up and hold me." Warning: Nothing much: fluff. Notes: a bit of a short one, but Jadon's bae <3. Masterlist.

Sweet soul music, accompanied by pleasant chatter between you and Jadon, fills the rather large room effortlessly.

A steady, sweet tempo easily sets the relaxed mood between you both as you maneuver smoothly around the kitchen. On days where neither you or Jadon were busy with work, cooking together was an enjoyable activity you both cherished. With how hectic and brisk life can be for two hard-working individuals, it gives you the purest chance to catch up and pass time without the outside world/internet interfering — hence why your phones were nowhere near your hands, if not to change the song.

Jadon was ensuring you didn’t drop nor knock over any pots given your distinguished clumsiness. The amount of times you’ve managed to burn yourself was both highly impressive yet very, very concerning.

You were in the middle of sharing the recent gossip within your workplace, with Jadon listening rather intently. You never expected your boyfriend to take such interest. It was in his distracted state that he must’ve forgotten to close one of the top cupboards only for your head to smack straight into it.

“Ow.” You painfully place a hand over your forehead. Your eyes squeeze shut in hopes of lessening the aching pain. “You left them open again.”

“Oh, shit. I’m so sorry.” Jadon winces, gently holding onto your wrists. “Are you alright? Here, let me have a look.” Slowly peeling your loose grip from your face, soft warm eyes flicker from your beautiful features. Once coming to the realisation that you were okay, his guilt slowly withering away, his hands lightly touch the sides of your head. He brings his pleasantly handsome face closer to yours to which he repeatedly kisses the sore spot whilst murmuring apologies.

You giggle under the feverish touch, “You’re forgiven.” You say after the fourth sincerest apology, “Just shut up and hold me.”

With your ear pressed against his chest, you feel him chuckle a little at your playful tone. He’s cradling the back of your head, twirling a lock of your hair around his gentle finger.

“You better not be laughing at me.” You mutter against his chest.

“I’m not…” You glance upwards suspiciously to see a fat grin plastered on his face, “Ok,” He starts, his hand held up defensively, “Can you blame me though? It’s like your fourth clumsy moment in the last two hours.”

“Uh, last one doesn’t count, actually. You set me up.”

He feigns a gasp, “I would never!”

“I hate you,” You deadpan, a complete contrast to the heartwarming smile that shines on Jadon’s face.

“Awh,” he coos, swaying a little as he cups your face. “We’re so in love.” Your playfully exasperated groan is muffled by the man caressing your soft skin before embracing you with a heated kiss.

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hi! can you write number 21 on ur prompt list for jadon? 🤎🤎

PEACE OF MIND ━━ JADON SANCHO.

Prompt: "When did you stop loving me?" Summary: Jadon turns up on your doorstep after your breakup, to which he isn't visibly doing okay. Warning: Angst, fluff. Notes: I might do a part 2 to this, tell me what you think. Masterlist.

The ringing sound of the doorbell radiates through your homely residence.

Your eyelids flicker open to the dim room, taking a minute to ensure that you weren’t hearing things. Located within your living room lingers the blinking, bright light of your quiet TV, illuminating your exhausted expression and curled up body amongst the grand, greyish couch. With no knowledge of how long you’d been sleeping, you were able to identify that it had been for some time given daylight no longer existed.

It rings again. This time for certain. Your eyebrows furrow. You weren’t exactly expecting anyone this late. You tiredly trudge over to your front door before briefly looking through the peephole. The arrival on the other side left you almost speechless. Inky curls positioned in a high top, chestnut puppy eyes roaming around uneasily, tasteful, expensive earrings practically blinding you through the hole. Jadon Sancho, your ex-boyfriend, a man you never thought you would ever see again, standing on your doorstep.

You didn’t know what came over you as you began to open the door, given how intense and pitiful your breakup had been. “Jadon?” His gaze instantly flickers up to meet yours, an unsure look present in those dark eyes.

“Hey…” He sighs. He notices from the certain level of tiredness that weaves through your expression that he’d woke you up causing him to feel a little guilty.

“What… What are you doing here?” You shift the cuff of your sleeves over your hands as you lean nervously against the door. “You alright?”

“I don’t know, I —” His hand rises to scratch the back of his head as a shy laugh utters into the frigid air. “Sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking, I'll let you get back to sleep. Goodnight —”

“Wait, no.” You immediately stop him as he turns to walk away. “Don’t be silly, you’re clearly not ok. Come in, it’s cold.” Jadon stares at you slightly in disbelief. He was no longer in your life, physically, and you weren’t in his. He felt terrible for invading your space but as you pull the door open wider for him, he’s met with a small, reassuring smile.

He mirrors your smile before stepping into your home. A familiar warmth nips and rushes against his stone-cold skin, by the cause of your toasty house. A wave of nostalgia washes over him as he discreetly peers around the room, noticing that in the shortish span of time, not much had changed.

It’d been an entire month following the split of yours and Jadon’s almost-year relationship. You’ve yet to forget the day in which you parted — the sweet words, the laughter, the silliness, the displays of affection, all down the drain following the night of conflict. You were both in a rocky place, both dealing with your individual problems, both failing to go through a day without a little dispute. It didn’t help that even though you did get around to sharing your troubles, your boyfriend was still bottling up his emotions. This only led to him gradually slipping through your fingers.

You vividly remember opening your eyes the next morning to the soft light piercing your room, with no sign of Jadon whatsoever indicating the harsh reality of your separation. You were hurting — but so was he. Your friends were witnesses of the identical dark rimmed shadows that hung from your dull set of eyes, the overbearing heartache that loomed over you both, leaving you a troubled mess cocooned in your bedsheets.

It was for the best, you had to tell yourself — or was it?

From his gravity-drawn shoulders, to his uneasy position sitting on the corner of your sofa, there was no denying something had been bothering the man you once loved — that you still loved. You just weren’t sure if the feeling was reciprocated.

“It’s good seeing you,” Jadon starts. He wasn’t entirely lying — with his deep brown eyes flickering up to meet yours to the slight tug of the left side of his lips, the delicate sight of you still in one piece and doing ok leaves him with a relieved sigh. Anything could happen in a month, especially when you spend such time apart. “I never thought I’d see you again.”

You frown a little, your eyes lowering towards the ground for a brief moment. “You and me both.” You hated it. You hated knowing that you were partly the reason for the man’s reddish eyes, ever since you were the one that broke up with him. “But we broke up, J.”

“I know,” He sighs. “I know… But don’t you ever think that perhaps it was a mistake?” Yes, you wanted to say. Yes, a million times, for you pondered the same thought almost every day. There’s a brief moment of silence that lingers between you both, “I — I couldn’t sleep y’know. I still can’t, not without you beside me.” He nervously chuckles as he continues, “It keeps me up at night… knowing that I was never good enough for you —”

You instantly stop him there, all signs of disagreement seeping through your sorrowful expression and actions. You find yourself scooting forwards as you desperately grasp onto his larger hands. “Don’t you ever think like that, J. You were the best thing that ever happened to me.”

“Then, why Y/N?” He blinks back the frustrated tears. “Why’d you have to leave me?” Your lip quivers at the notable voice break, indicating that he was on the verge of tearing up — unlike you, he’s able to control it. “When did you stop loving me?” He whispers. You feel a sudden urge to pull him against you in a tight, warm hug for both your sake and his, but you find that would only make matters worse.

The corner of his soft lips turn downwards as he carefully watches you. There’s a chill in your blood at his innocent, hushed question — so hushed that you probably wouldn’t have heard it if it wasn’t for the intense, eerie silence that lingers in your household.

“I still do, J.” You breath, squeezing his cold hands, that nestles into your grip, gently. “Trust me, I never stopped. I’ll love you, always. But we were only hurting each other."

“We needed time apart,” Jadon acknowledges with a sigh. Overtime he did have a chance to fully reflect the state of your deteriorating relationship, and how unfair he had been to you by completely shutting you out. That doesn’t mean he didn’t still want to be with you, he’d wait a million years for you if he had to. “And now?”

There’s a hopeful glint in his eyes. Jadon observes as you detangle your fingers from his grip to wind your arms around his neck. He instantly snuggles in, his body pressing in, soft and warm. He allows his body to sag. You can feel it in the sigh that tickles your neck as he rests his chin comfortably on your shoulder. “I just want what’s best for you.”

He lightly pulls away, not completely, but just enough for you to witness the look of certainty on his face. “You are what’s best for me.”

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I’m having the worst time ever. I got followed home last week and I didn’t process it until now. I have so much anxiety now. It’s 5:30 in the morning and I want to cry because I cant sleep and have so much panic right now. This is the second night in a row that my anxiety has kept me up and I just want to sleep / feel safe again . I hate men😭💔

This is honestly so heartbreaking😢, I’m so sorry to hear that. I’m here if you need someone to talk to. You can message me privately, if you wish❤️. I know how frightening and nerve-wracking situations like these can be.

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OMGGG THAT JACK IMAGINE MADE ME CRY🥺🥺🥺 you’re amazing I cant wait to read more

Thank you!! 💖 Comments like these literally warm my heart. I can’t wait for you to read more.

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Do you only take prompt requests or can we request concepts :)

You can request concepts too! x

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3 and 32 with grealish? thank u💘

HOLIDAY FUN ━━ JACK GREALISH.

Prompt: "Why don't you take a picture? It lasts longer." & "Are we in love?" Summary: Your birthday spent abroad with Jack, to which the footballer just can't help but admire his lover. Warning: Fluff & brief smooching. Notes: This was inspired by Jack's HOT holiday pictures. Masterlist.

Birthdays have always been your favourite celebration of all.

Whether it’d be yours or your friends or your families — the concept of celebrating one’s birth and presence warms your heart. With each year that passes, you've managed to switch up birthday themes — some quite extravagant whilst others remained rather humbled and limited. As long as you were surrounded by people you adored, your special day was complete.

This year around, not only had the incredibly scorching Maldives' sun accompanied you on your anniversary, but also a certain someone you were proud to call your lover. Jack Grealish had gone all out for your birthday — surprising you with plane tickets to the tropical country. The pleasant, memorable moment where your face displays signs of bliss and astonishment sometimes replays back in his head, for he never seems to get over how lucky he’d gotten by having you.

Waves of the hues of azure encircle the small yacht that sails amongst the massive turquoise sea. The moment you stepped foot in the South Asian country your ogling and insane fascination never once ceased, even now on your third day. The balmy, pleasant weather is a complete contrast to the UK — something you were insanely grateful for. This meant the majority of your time here your attire consisted of bikinis (sometimes adorned by Jack’s oversized buttoned shirts), mini sundresses and beach skirts — to which Jack loved!

You’d both had enough of swimming within the dazzling warm sea, and instead resorted to laying contently on the deck. Just the pair of you basking in each other's company alongside the soft sounds of such summery music. Whilst you lay fully on your back, face directed up towards the clear sky, Jack lays on his side with his cheek digging into the palm of his propped up elbow. He was tracing light patterns on your skin, never once letting his gaze falter from your stunning features. If he could, he’d stare at you all day. Just simply taking in each and every thing about you that he adored.

It seems at times the man forgets that you are able to sense him do this. Not only does it leave you flustered but slightly shy since you had no idea what runs through his mind when he’s staring at you so intensely.

“Why don’t you take a picture?” You ask, “It lasts longer.” A smile slowly plays on his lips, having not expecting you to be awake or catch him in the act.

“Already ‘ave.” He hums in return.

“Creep.” You giggle as you blink your eyes open.

“I can’t help it if I’m dating the most beautiful person to exist.” He shrugs, kissing you on the shoulder as he plays with the strap of your swimwear. You’ve both even taken it upon yourself to wear matching-coloured trunks & bikinis — only meaning you just had to take pictures for your instagram pages.

“When did you become so charming?” You tease. You sling an arm around his torso as you shift even closer to him.

His hand cups and caresses your jaw as he brings your face closer to his. He kisses you, causing a bunch of fluttering butterflies to erupt within your stomach as his hands roam tenderly over your body. “Oh, you just happen to bring out the best in me, love.” He mumbles against your lips.

“Are we in love? Is this what it feels like.” You ask banteringly. You already knew the answer — you’ve said it to each other a million times, yet it was something you just loved to ask him for his answers never failed to bring a smile on your face.

“Love? Darling, we're growing old and miserable together.” You coo into his chest that you were leaning on. “I love you with my whole butt — would say my heart, but, y'know, the butt’s bigger.” Fits of giggles leave your lips as you shake your head.

“You’re such a weirdo.”

“Shut up, you love it.” Jack once again leans down to capture your lips within his. This time, taking his time. Your hand rises to thread through his blondish-brown hair, causing a low groan to resonate from the back of his throat at the feeling of your nails rubbing against the back of his neck and scalp.

Every nerve in your body felt electrified under his sensual touch. His hand traps either side of your head as he looms over you, breathing in your sweet scent, your tongues entwining with the prolonged kiss. His hands were light yet hungry as they run down your smooth, moisturised legs, hooking it around his hips. You could feel your lungs practically plead you for a breather — leaving you to wonder just how long the man above you could continue kissing for. His teeth lightly capture and tugs at your lower, plump lip as you slowly break away. From the way his fingers hook and tease your bikini bottom’s you could tell where Jack was going with this. It takes everything in you to not give in — due to the fact that you weren’t the only couple on the yacht. Your two best mates were also accompanying you, even if they were having their own private moment somewhere, you didn’t want to take no chances getting caught again.

Though, it can be concluded that the moment you both returned to your luxurious suite you certainly made each other’s nights.

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Saka & Grealish

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#24 with MM pleasee

OUR SHIRT ━━ MASON MOUNT.

Prompt: "Is that my shirt?" Summary: Mason completely adores the sight of his girl in his attire. Warning: Fluff & Little Makeout Sesh? Notes: Yeah, I was listening to Drake whilst writing this. Masterlist.

A fatigued groan falls from your lips as you gradually peel your eyes open. Streaks of golden rays mark parts of Mason’s room of which you’d stayed in overnight. You blink tiredly as you take in your peaceful surroundings — the simple room decor (that you’ve seen a load of times with how frequent you stayed over), the bedside table to your right with your phone and jewellery on top, the vacant space on the bed near you that was reserved for your boyfriend, Mason. You frown a little, wanting the pair of you to stay in bed a little longer considering he had no training the next day, but his habits of waking up early prevented this.

You hear faint music from down below, alerting you of his presence within the household. You drowsily reach for your phone to check the time. Alongside the big four numbers, your lock-screen stares back at you. It’s a mirror picture of both you and Mason on holiday — with you clinging onto his side whilst lifted up onto his hip. One of his hands rested on your butt, whilst the other held the phone up to capture your bright smiles. You’d remember the pair of you took multiple, each as chaotic and cute as the next. After scrolling aimlessly on your phone, you finally leave the comfort of Mason’s sheets.

Instantly, the frigid air from the open window hits parts of your semi-bare body — you were only wearing knickers. You directly bound towards the man’s wardrobe, disregarding the fact that he’s kept some drawers for your clothes and belongings for whenever you stayed around. You obviously did the same for him. Difference is, when given the chance, you've always chosen his clothes over yours. Hence why you were tapping your finger cheekily against your lips as you attempted to pick out a shirt of his. Your soft eyes merrily land on a shirt you’ve seen Mason wear countless times — evidently one of his favourites.

You no longer give it much thought as you throw it on, continuing to the bathroom in order to complete the rest of your little routine. From the little section of skin care products he’d kept aside for you, you spend no more than 10 minutes doing everything you needed before you were bounding down the stairs.

Your footsteps were silenced by the lively music resonating through the speakers — Signs being the song you were definitely familiar with, given both yours and Mason’s admiration for Drake’s music. A radiant, playful smile plays at your lips as you take in the glorious show your boyfriend put on with his back facing you. With his hips swaying and his head bopping along to the beat, Mason had been vibing in the kitchen. You let out a low chuckle as he starts to sing passionately under his breath keeping in mind that you were probably still sleeping.

Inching closer and closer, you take in the attractive sight of his bare back and low grey shorts. You find yourself jokingly copying his dance moves, before snaking your arms softly around his torso. You feel him jolt a little before planting a hand above both of yours, instantly following your lead as you continue dancing against his back.

“Mornin’, did you sleep alright?” He hums, lifting and kissing the back of your hand. You smile and mutter a response against his back as you grant a small kiss against his pale skin. “Want one?” You lean a little to the side to observe his actions. He smiles as he inspects your drowsy morning look. You take notice how he was making himself a cup of tea, the steaming mist dancing through the air.

You nod against his back. Yet, right before he decides to pour the kettled water into a mug, he spins around in your embrace to peer properly at you. Just as you suspect he’s about to lean down for a kiss, he pulls back a little to fully gaze at you.

“Is that my shirt?” He beams. His unruly hair, that was slightly in need of a trim he thinks — even though you preferred the added length, tangles within your fingers as you giggle against his lips.

“Oh, this?” You tilt your head a little, “I’m pretty sure you mean our shirt.”

Mason’s eyes roll, “It’s my favourite, you know.”

“Oh, I know.” You beam cheekily up at him. “But you can’t deny I look better in it.” You add playfully. You leave his embrace to strike a little pose to prove your point. The black material engulfs your figure stopping just below your ass.

“You’ve got that right.” Mason responds, instantly reaching forwards to have you close to him once again. His hands linger on your waist before shifting to the dip in your lower back. “Can I have a kiss now?” He asks, not enjoying you teasing him.

With your arms thrown lazily around his neck and eyes fluttering shut, your lips connect passionately. You hum in content as Mason deepens the embrace, literally, causing your body to tilt back a little as he fervently kisses you. A moan escapes your parted lips as he firmly grips your butt, pulling you even closer to his front to which you feel his hardon through his basketball shorts. You grind a little against him causing him to groan into your neck, leaving feverish kisses anywhere he could. You notice how he couldn’t stop fiddling with his shirt that sits on your body — whether that was hiking it up your hips, or bunching the ends above your butt or even running his hands up the material to meet your smooth skin. You had no idea how turned on he gets whenever seeing you wear something that belongs to him.

“I guess I should wear your clothes more often if you’re gonna act like this,” You joke.

Not once letting you leave his side for perhaps the whole morning, he hums against the side of your head as you both snuggle against each other on the couch.

“Take them all.”

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prompt #20 with jack grealish please :)

SUPPORT ━━ JACK GREALISH!

Prompt: "Whoa. Easy, easy, I've got you."

Summary: After the devastating loss at the Euros, Jack Grealish seeks comfort in the arms of his girlfriend.

Warning: Slight angst, Fluff.

Masterlist!

[ Notes: The team deserved to win so much, I love them. ]

You've never felt so tense in your life.

The anxiety sits within your restless swaying, your set, unfaltering gaze, and your twitchy hands that plant itself on your full lips. It laces with the mumble of reassuring words that tumbles from your mouth. "Come on." Your shaky breath hits the flesh of your hands, which were in a position of prayer almost, silently pleading for the last and final penalty to be successful.

Yet, the moment the ball releases and soars through the air, contrasting reactions around the stadium erupts. 

Italy had won. However, in that moment that didn't concern you. It was merely the sight of the sorrowful young boy of whom you've grown to know and love through your boyfriend.

You felt your heart sink. Not for the murmurs of the disappointed fans around you, or for the fact that they'd lost, but merely for the reason that you knew how hard the team had worked for it. They were so close. It's the moment your eyes shifted to focus on your boyfriend's figure in the distance that your heart broke a million times more.

You watch closely, upsettingly as Jack goes around embracing his team players. His hands clap fondly against the back of his gloomy friends as he breaks from the hugs — some lingering more than others as comforting words travel to his ears.

Still, in the embrace of his one of his teammate, Jack's eyes slam shut at the roaring, disgruntled chatter that thunders through the stadium. Not only had he felt as if he'd disappointed his entire nation, but he couldn't help the thought that within the sea of utter frustration, he'd failed you also.

You immediately guessed this when he simply refused to look in your direction. Your eyes never once left his, attempting to catch his eye even if you were far away. Throughout the entire game, he'd been exchanging glances with you, even from the side-lines, winking, smiling, yet the second the game ended he simply couldn't face you. He was dreading your very reaction — of which he thought would be laced with discontent. It's not like you ever gave him a reason to think that way. It was merely the fact that Jack was so caught up with wanting to impress you, and wanting to be his best self around you, he sometimes forgets that no matter what, you'd always stick by him and wouldn't leave him — evidently his biggest fear.

It'd gotten to the point where the entire team were walking heavily towards their family and friends, all lingering in a specific area. His head hangs low, his blondish-brown hair falling damp against his forehead as he repeatedly pushes it back. 

As he inches closer, you were able to distinguish the redness that rimmed his earthy eyes, the stained trails that lingered on his cheeks, his entire appearance just reeked of utter sadness, squeezing your heart even more in the worst way possible. From embracing his family, he notices that you’re next down the line, wearing his football shirt proudly, not like he expected you too. You notice how he only shared fleeting glances with you, quickly averting his gaze whenever you looked back. He witnesses you embracing Saka in a tight, heartfelt hug knowing of the sibling-like connection the pair of you had gained — unconsciously bringing a small smile on his face as you attempt to joke and bring up the young footballer’s spirits. 

As proud as you were of the team, there’s no one you wanted to hug more than Jack. It was unfortunate he couldn’t see that.

Slipping your hand tenderly within his, Jack’s distant gaze quickly shifts onto yours. A gentle smile tugs at your lips, causing a timid one to rise on his and it’s in that minute you knew the brave wall he’d built up around him for the purpose of the entire nation watching him, crumbles. 

“Come here,” You hum, wriggling your fingers to wholly grasp his hands in yours as you bring him closer. Jack is silent as he tiredly complies. 

He’s hesitant with each step he takes. You can tell. It takes everything in you not to tear up at his heartbroken expression. He was knackered, there was no denying. So, as he crashes completely onto you, almost placing all his weight and being into the hug you share, you let him. 

His shaky breath and dangling hair tickles your skin as he nuzzles his face into the side of your neck. Your hands immediately rise to caress the back of his head, rubbing his back, repeatedly kissing his cheek and neck as you speak soothingly to him quietly in his ear. He’d never been so grateful to have such supporting people around him.

His, still, concealed face remains hidden from sight, practically merging with your body. You’re not sure how long you sway in each other’s hold. Not even seconds later you feel his body jolt and shake against you, causing you to grip onto him tighter. 

"Whoa. Easy, easy." You frown. The sounds of his cries resonate within your ears. “It’s OK, I’ve got you.” You feel him squeeze you back as a sign of gratitude. 

You feel him kiss you lightly on the neck before taking his time to let you go. “Sorry,” He faintly chuckles noticing the wet patch on your shoulder. He couldn’t quite grasp onto the reason why you were still staring so lovingly at him.

“It’s fine,” You say, “You can leave the other shoulder drenched for all I care.” His eyes fall and focus on your hands running down his arms and linking your hands. He finds himself running his fingers over your silver rings, his promise ring to you lingering on a certain finger. “As long as you know I’m here for you, yeah?” 

Jack’s eyes flicker upwards to stare deeply into yours. “Yeah.” He sighs after a while. His hands leave yours momentarily to plant them both on the side of your head. Leaning forward his lips linger affectionately on your forehead to grant you a loving kiss. “Thank you, baby.” 

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Masterlist:

𝑭𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒃𝒂𝒍𝒍:

𝗠𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗠𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 

our shirt. 

𝗝𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗚𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗵:

support. 

holiday fun. 

𝗝𝗮𝗱𝗼𝗻 𝗦𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗵𝗼:

peace of mind. 

in love. 

Who I Write For ! Prompt ! Request Are Open !

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I write for: 

𝗠𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗠𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁.  𝗝𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗚𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗵. 𝗝𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗲 𝗟𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗮𝗿𝗱. 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗰𝘂𝘀 𝗥𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗱. 𝗝𝗮𝗱𝗼𝗻 𝗦𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗵𝗼. 𝗣𝗵𝗶𝗹 𝗙𝗼𝗱𝗲𝗻.  𝗝𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗠𝗮𝗱𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗻. 𝗕𝗲𝗻 𝗖𝗵𝗶𝗹𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹.

If there’s anyone else you’d like me to write an imagine about (including other celebrities), simply request & I’ll consider it <3. 

With requests, you may use my prompt list. If not, please be specific in your messages (fluff, angst, smut, the storyline etc.)

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Prompt List #1.

PROMPT LIST. 

“Shut up and hold me.”

“How much did you have to drink?”

 “Why don’t you take a picture? It last longer.”

“Why are you smiling like that?”

“Don’t leave.”

“Give me a hug.”

“Nobody’s seen you in days.”

“I’m worried about you.”

“You’ll never lose me.”

“Stop moving!”

“Sleep over? Please?”

“Sharing is caring.”

“Let’s get out of here.”

“Your hands are so cold, let me warm them up.”

“Give me attention.”

“Come here”

“Take my jacket.”

“I don’t need anything more from you.” 

"If you're going, I'm going."

"Whoa. Easy, easy. I've got you."

"When did you stop loving me?"

"Just please, don't leave me."

"It hurts so much. Why does it hurt so much?

"Is that my shirt?"

"Stop being like that."

"Then do it"

"Like what you see?"

"Could he make you feel this good?"

“You make a good pillow.”

“I missed you.”

“That’s my girl.”

‘’Are we in love?’’

“Come back.”

“Kiss me again.” 

“God, I love you.” 

“Oh, you’re jealous!”

“Can we stay like this forever?”

“No, it’s not like that.”

“What about us?”

“You’re the only thing that matters.”

"I need more time.”

“Hold me just a little longer.”

"I'm speechless, you're so beautiful"

"The world is dull without you."

"I wish that could be me."

“What a nerd.”

“It was a joke, baby. I swear.”

“Cut the bullshit.”

“Tell me what’s wrong.  Otherwise I can’t help you.”

“It’s midnight.”