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hufflepuffimagines · 9 months

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conrad x fem reader with prompt 43, “What the fuck is that? No, no, absolutely not, we’re not keeping it. No way, not happening.” where she asks if they can just go into a pet store for funzies and he walks away for a millisecond only to find her holding a snake and talking to an employee about what to buy to take care of it and he’s just like 😧

No fucking way (Conrad Fisher x Reader)

pairing: Conrad Fisher x reader

genre: fluffy

warning: snakes

prompt: “What the fuck is that? No, no, absolutely not, we’re not keeping it. No way, not happening.”

words: 228 words

notes: sorry for the small story, i’ve been having a hard time tks to my ex and his friends (stupid people that think the world revolves around them) and my head is far from this world...

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It was a normal afternoon in the Cousins, you and Conrad spend the morning on the beach and, after lunch, you decided to go for a walk around the city. While you’re looking at the shop windows, Conrad saw a pet store and thought it was a great idea to go in there. There was cuteness everywhere you looked, puppies, kitties, hamsters and everything cute that you can imagine. Conrad walked to the other side to look at the fishes, when he walked back he saw you on your back and when you turned, he didn’t believe his eyes.

“Y/N, what the fuck is that?”

“It’s a carpet python” You said pulling the snake next to you face. “It’s domestic, I want one, can we keep it? PLEAASEEE”

“No, no, absolutely not, we’re not keeping it.” Conrad said shaking his head is disbelief. He thought you’d like a hamster and that’s ok, you can hide it ion your dorm, BUT A FUCKING SNAKE?

“It’s small, and so cute!” You exclaimed like a little kid. “I mean, it can grow to 12 feet, but it’s little now.”

“No way, not happening.”

“You’re boring.”

“I know” Conrad said while you returned the snake to its place. “I know something you can have?

“What?”

“Ice cream” You rolled your eyes while he laughed and hugged you walking out of the store.

when i read this request, I laughed my ass off, this is fucking amazing, tks for this request ❤

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#conrad fisher #conrad fisher one shot #conrad fisher x reader #conrad fisher x you #the summer i turned pretty #team conrad #tsitp

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hufflepuffimagines · 10 months

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⋆｡°✩ Navegation ✩°｡⋆

⋆ About Me ⋆

I’m Bells, I’m 20 yo and I’m brazilian, I write since I was 11, I can’t say that I do it perfectly but I try. I’m obssessed with 80s rockstar, specially Nikki Sixx and Tommy Lee. I’m a swifitie and I’m going to the Eras Tour in november. I love writing fluffy stories, mostly because it makes me imagine what I’d like my life to be, with that in mind, I can say that I’m trying to shift to my Selection DR, but never made it. I love Barbie, Monster High and these things, I love pink and I can honestly say that I’m a Barbie that is obssessed with rockstars. I don’t have much friends and I’d love to get to know you if you want to talk :)

⋆ You can find my prompt list here (I’ll be adding more to it during the week);

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(that’s me everyday, not my gif)

IMPORTANT THINGS:

⋆ Character List ⋆

Conrad Fisher (The Summer I Turned Pretty);

Sky of Eraklyon (Fate: The Winx Saga);

Marcus Baker (Ginny and Georgia);

Nikki Sixx (Motley Crue/The Dirt);

Tommy Lee (Motley Crue/The Dirt);

Edward Cullen (Twilight);

Maxon Schreave (The Selection);

Troy Bolton (High School Musical);

Paul Stanley (KISS);

Nate Archibald (Gossip Girl);

Slash (Guns N Roses);

Ricky Bowen (HSMTMTS);

Cedric Diggory (Harry Potter);

80s Rockstars (You can specify which one in your request);

Jeremiah Fisher (The Summer I Turned Pretty) (ONLY BY REQUEST).

⋆ How to Request ⋆

In order to request from a prompt list, you need to specify the sentence number;

You can choose up to three sentences from this list;

Remember to include the character’s full name/fandom for clarification!

You can also request another sentence that is not in this list and headcanons!

• Optional: You can add ‘angst’, ‘fluff’, etc… since some can work different ways.

Exemple: Conrad Fisher, prompt 7, fluff

⋆ Rules for Request ⋆

Send requests any time, i just dont guarantee that i’ll be writing it as soon as it arrives

Send the request on the ask box;

Don’t send vague requests, be specific. I like to work with a lot of details, it makes the story more realistic;

I have the ability to deny and delete any requests I don't want to write;

When I post your request, I will tag you.

✔ I write ✔

Reader insert (character x reader); Fluff, angst, crossovers, songfics, AUs; Some sensitive subjects (depression, anxiety…); Male x male, female x female or any sort of pairing. love is love, you know; Any disabilities, body types, etc. when specified.

❌ I don’t write ❌

Smut, cheating, polyship; Anything that goes against representation; Romantic stuff with adult/teen characters; Character x character* and other people’s OCs; NSFW themes; RPF (real people fiction); Any form of incest.

If you have any questions, DM me, I would be happy to talk to you!

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hufflepuffimagines · 10 months

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#rockstars #80s rock #motley crue #guns n roses #kiss #axl rose #slash #tommy lee #nikki sixx #vince neil #aerosmith

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hufflepuffimagines · 10 months

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28. “– Are you wearing my shirt?” with conrad fisher from tsitp - fluff

Are you wearing my shirt? (Conrad Fisher x Reader)

pairing: Conrad Fisher x reader

warning: fluffy

prompt: “– Are you wearing my shirt?”

words: 422 words

notes: it’s not my best work, but i’m coming back slowly, hope you like it!

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It was early in the morning, you were coming back from a party at Sheila’s house. To say that you had a hangover from last night was an understatement, all you wanted was to take your dress off and sleep until Christmas. You arrived at the Fisher’s house, the place where you spend all your vacations, carefully you took your shoes off and started walking upstairs trying to not make any noise and damn, you did it, you got into your bedroom like a spy, you were even proud of yourself for it. You took your dress and your bra off and left them in the corner of the room. You opened your wardrobe and started looking for a large shirt to wear, a few minutes later, you found a shirt that was exactly what you were looking for, it was large and it said “Cousins Volleyball Team”, you didn’t think much, put it on and went to bed.

You woke up several hours later starving, you got up and walked like a zoombie to the kitchen to look for something to eat and, hopefully, helps you with the headache that you were feeling. When you walked through the living room, you saw Conrad and Jeremiah there talking about something.

“Good morning sleeping beauty” Conrad said and Jere laughed.

“Morning” you answered sitting besides Conrad and resting your head on his shoulder. “I’m never drinking alcohol again.”

“Tonight we have a bonfire” Jeremiah said and you looked at him.

“After the bonfire I’ll never drink alcohol again.” The brother laughed and you pressed your forehead in Conrad’s shoulder.

“Well, I have to go to work, see you later.” Jeremiah left leaving you and Conrad there.

“Want some waffles?” Conrad asks and you look at him like the answer was obvious. He laughed. “Okay, let’s go to the kitchen” He got up and stopped in front of you looking to the shirt you were wearing. “Are you wearing my shirt?”

You looked down and it was Conrad’s shirt, you didn’t even think about it before putting it on.

“I guess, it was in my wardrobe last night.” You said and Conrad continue looking at you with a small grin at his face. “I can change if you want.” Before you could stand up, Conrad stopped you.

“No, Y/N/N, don’t.”

“But…”

“It looks better on you anyway.” He smiled and you blushed. “So… Waffles?” You smiled in answer and Conrad reaches out to you, you take his hand and both of you walked to the kitchen.

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#conrad fisher #conrad fisher one shot #conrad fisher x reader #conrad fisher x you #the summer i turned pretty #tsitp #team conrad

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hufflepuffimagines · 10 months

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I want to write conrad fisher x reader, send requests pls! I don't write smut, but I can try to write anything!

#conrad fisher #conrad fisher one shot #conrad fisher x reader #conrad fisher x you #the summer i turned pretty #conrad fisher imagine

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hufflepuffimagines · 10 months

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I Don’t Know Who I Am (Conrad Fisher x Reader)

Pairing: conrad fisher x reader

Genre: fluff, hurt and comfort

Warnings: depression, sadness, anxiety

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You were in a room in the Fisher’s house, you were Susannah goddaughter, she always knew how hard your family is on you, so since you were a little kid, she convinced your mother to let you spend the summer with her and the boys. It was your favorite time of the year, it was the time were you could be who you were and don’t be afraid of you. No doubts the older Fisher boy, Conrad, fell in love with you and his feelings were mutual to yours, last summer you started dating. It was the best, you were feeling your greatest, everything was right until it wasn’t dealing with your mother became impossible, some girls on school started bullying you, at first you didn’t believed them, you were sure that it wasn’t truth. Until anxiety kicked in and you started overthinking, maybe it was true no one really loved you, maybe you were a burden to everyone, you’re not special and with this thoughts you started to close yourself, stopped smiling and everything lost its colors.

You were standing in front of the mirror that were in the corner of the room, looking to the tired version of you, the girl with dark circles around your eyes that used to be so bright, pail as if your skin never saw the sun and a sad look in your face. You don't recognize the person in the mirror, this doesn’t feel like the version of you that you used to known. You were about to cry when your boyfriend entered the room.

“Hey, Jere wants to get some ice cream, do you…” He stopped looking at you. “What’s wrong, babe?” He asked getting closer to you.

“I don’t know who I am.” You mumbled while sitting in your bed.

“What?” Conrad set besides you.

“When I look at myself, I don’t know who it is, who I’m dealing with, what is this thing that sure as hell isn’t me.” You started tearing up and Conrad pull you closer to him and hugged you.

“Well, I know who you are.”

“You know?” You asked confused.

“Oh, yeah, I know I know that you are a generous and loving woman, who will notice before anyone else that someone is wrong and will be the first to get up to offer help, you like to read books and you love make friendship bracelets, you like old men who play rock music. You had your heart broken by people who didn't even deserve to hold it in their hands, you are a mirrorball that reflects the light to all corners even though it is broken. You have so many facets and they don't all fit together, but you're young and they don't need to fit right now. You are like that. One day, in a while, the pieces will align and you will find your people, and maybe they will also leave your life, but new ones will come, because life is an endless cycle. A puzzle never assembles quickly enough. But the time for it to be assembled will come. Your time will come, okay?” He said calmly.

“I noticed the Taylor Swift reference.” Conrad laughed cleaning your tears.

“You have a golden heart, baby, you might not know who you are, but this is a temporary feeling.”

“I love you.

“Love you too”

This was a 100% my way to vent, damn, I'd like this Conrad in my life...

#conrad fisher x reader #conrad fisher x you #conrad fisher one shot #conrad fisher #The Summer I Turned Pretty #conrad #team conrad

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hufflepuffimagines · 2 years

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You’re not alone (Sky x Reader)

pairing: Sky of Erakylon x reader

warning: angst, flully

prompt: “It’s ok to cry”

words: 1,781

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Some might call it a cliché.

Some will say that the smile always plastered on her face was unnecessary, no one could doubt that she was extremely passionate in her own right. With a smile sweeter than honey, her presence can raise the most stubborn of eyebrows and the lowest of spirits. Patient and loyal, she lends herself as a friend to everyone, from homesick early years to envious people. Like hot chocolate on a cold winter's day, she's the most welcome cliché there is, and her reputation precedes her, known to all as the girl with the infectious smile, the never-ending supply of joy.

Sky is no stranger to her smile, the one that sends warmth to her face when her eyes meet during class, the one that makes him lose all his well-earned confidence. He's fallen under the same spell as everyone else, enamored of everything in his performance that lifts the mood of an entire room, that keeps people captivated and has people longing to be in his company.

Tonight, however, he's seeing her without that smile for what feels like the first time, and his worry logically replaces the part of him that would normally be flustered to be anywhere near her.

The empty living room is lit only by the gentle flame of the fire, gently crackling in the background. He was about to scold her, before she turned to face him and he recognized her, even though her eyes were wide and watery and her cheeks were full of tears.

“Y/n?”

“S-Sky?” Her voice wavers until panic suddenly takes over her expression. “Sky!”

She pulls the sleeves of her sweater over her hands and presses them quickly against her eyes in a struggle to hide her tears. Then, swallowing momentarily, she pulls her lips into a smile so fragile it instantly falters.

“You got me.” She forces a laugh. “I should be in bed, Dowling will kill me if I don't wake up tomorrow, right? I'm going to my room now...”

She stands up shyly, going around the furniture to walk past him. He's almost too sleepy to stop her, only reaching out at the last second to grab her hand before she can sneak into the bedroom. He pulls her back gently, curving her back until she falls gently onto his chest. He takes a quick step back to give her space, but continues to hold her hand to keep it steady. She glares at him once more, her eyes bloodshot a mixture of panic and surprise.

“Sorry, are you okay?”

“Obviously.” Y/n lied very badly.

She scans the room quickly for an excuse, glancing at a book left on the coffee table in front of the couch she was sitting on moments ago. She turns to him, giving him a shy smile.

“A sad book is enough to kill anyone.”

Sky raises a questioning eyebrow, slowly guiding his gaze toward the aforementioned book. His eyes scan the title before returning to hers with a glint of knowledge.

“Really?” he asks. “ ‘Portuguese for beginners’?”

“Too much change…” She shakes her head, wincing at the stupidity of it. “OK...”

She throws herself back on the couch with a shaky sigh and a sob of someone who's been crying for a while. He studies her for a moment, worried about this whiny version of the happiest girl he knew, then he sits down next to her.

“What's wrong?” he asks, his voice gentle and encouraging. “You can tell me.”

“You've got enough to worry about my powers, Sky.” She shakes her head. “You don't need my silly problems on top of that.”

He shakes his head, frowning at the statement.

“I doubt they're silly, Y/n.” He says. “Just different.”

Something in her voice, soft and gentle and genuinely concerned, has tears stinging her eyes again and a sigh of frustration falling from her lips. She sniffles again and presses her palms to her eyes.

“This is so stupid.” She sobs.

“Hey.” He whispers softly. “It’s ok to cry.”

She freezes as she feels the heat of her fingertips on her hands for the second time tonight, pulling them gently away from her eyes. She leaves him, surrendering to his gentle touch.

“You don't have to be happy all the time, Y/n.”

His breath hitches at the statement, her weight taking a moment to sink. She pulls her hands from his to wipe the newly formed tears again with her sleeves, the efficiency of which she's starting to doubt.

“No one's ever told me that before.” She admits, once convinced she's composed enough to do so.

“What?” He frowns.

“That I might get upset and it’s ok.” She laughs sadly. “I'm sure it's just common sense, but no one has ever told me before.”

“Seriously?”

“I should be the one who always has life resolved.” She remembers. “I am the shoulder to cry on, not the one who cries.” She lets out another sigh, looking up at him with teary eyes. “I didn't know it was possible to feel so alone without ever being alone.”

Her heart twists as she realize that behind the happy cliché is an ordinary girl shrouded in the worst kind of loneliness, the kind that only sits in a crowded room, that exists in the gaps of lively conversation and that hits you when you try to sleep. after a long day with friends.

“I don't know if that makes sense...”

“It does” He assures her quickly. “Yes, it makes sense, Y/n.”

“It's not that I don't like being the one to help people.” She explains quickly. “I love that people approach me and ask for help.”

“That doesn't mean it isn't difficult,” Sky says softly.

“Yes.” She agrees with a sigh. “Sometimes it's really hard...”

“I'm sorry, Y/n.”

Her eyes drop to her lap, the softest sigh escaping her lips, dropping her head back against the couch cushion and staring at the ceiling. This is not how she saw her night going, she sat across from the singer in tears, a crying mess.

“It's fine.” She grumbles. “Things are like that.”

“They don't have to be.”

“Huh?’

“You shouldn't have to pretend you're okay all the time.” He explains truthfully, even if a little nervous. “I want to help, even if it means being the shoulder you can cry on.”

There's a deep honesty in his eyes, intense as they hold hers. She could hear her own heartbeat in her chest, hopeful that even in the quiet of the common room, he couldn't hear it too. She's embarrassed enough for one night.

“You do not have to...”

“I want to.” He swallows hard.

“Because?”

There's that blush she's become so familiar with, which makes butterflies flutter in her stomach and people poke her and say what a cute couple they'd make when they noticed. The blush she grew to find so captivating.

“I care about you, Y/n.” He admits. “I want you to be happy, but I also want you to know that when you're not, I'll be here to hear you complain or cry, or even just sit with you in silence if that's what you need.”

She takes in the words, not knowing how to respond without flinging herself into his arms. He nervously reaches out for her hand, squeezing it comfortably. The look he gives her is somewhere between reassuring honesty and shyness, as if he's trying to make sure he understands her point of view.

“You don't deserve to feel alone.”

“Th-thanks, Sky.” She manages after a minute, though dissatisfied with how discreet it is. ‘It means a lot.”

Was it the warmth of his hand in hers or the gentleness of his words, the fairy isn't sure, but for the first time tonight, her chest feels lighter, and though her eyes sting, they don't get better with tears when she's left. with your own thoughts for longer than a few seconds.

“Someone should have repaid that kindness before now.”

“I'm glad it's you.”

Her voice is low, nervous to say the words out loud. Yet they are bold words, a leap she is suddenly proud of having taken and one that she hopes he will find deeper meaning. From the look on his face, she knows he does, but he needs to be sure.

"I mean it means more coming from you than it would from anyone else..."

“Oh.”

She panics, certain she made a mistake with his slight reaction. She goes to pull her hand from his to ease her mortified desire for freedom, but her grip tightens enough to soothe her urge to flee.

“No, I just need to know that you're not saying that just because you're upset.” He explains. “That you're not doing this just out of gratitude or...”

“I like you, Sky.”

There it is, a clear, concise confession, words he'd never imagined coming from her lips before, not when he'd so regularly embarrassed himself by turning into a stuttering nervous wreck in front of her.

“I've liked you for a while and I'm not just saying this because I'm grateful.” She adds confidently. “I'm doing this because you just saw me at my worst and you didn't run, and for the first time in a long time, I don't feel completely alone.

“I would never run away.” He whispers comfortingly, rubbing his thumb gently over her knuckles.

“Not even now, with puffy red eyes and tear-stained cheeks?”

“No.” He shakes his head. “Not even now, because you look beautiful anyway.”

She once again fears that he will hear her beating her chest.

“That's a cliché.” She exhales.

“I quite like a good cliché.” He states, smiling softly at her. “They are terribly misunderstood.”

She returns the smile, not the one she forced on his cheeks in the early evening, or even the one he's so used to making blush that he now knows was hiding an ache beneath him. This smile is new and honest and soft, the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

“I love this smile.”

She melts at his touch when one of his hands comes to cup her cheek, the tip of his thumb sliding over the corner of her lips. He's decided it's her new favorite thing, this genuine new smile.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Hmm.” She murmurs in agreement. “Yes, please.”

Her lips meet hesitantly, her face still in his hand, the other holding hers. It's slow, he's kind to her, and she's grateful after such an emotional night. She would go so far as to say it's perfect in a way.

“I will never let you feel alone again.”

“I believe you.”

#sky x reader #Sky of Erakylon #Sky of Erakylon x reader #sky x you #sky fate #fate #fate: the winx saga

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