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Hey angel!! hope ur doing well!!

i was wondering if I could request roommate!marauders where they have crushes on reader buttt she already has a bf but he's just a total jerk.... and u sorta get the idea?? (if u haven't done one like this already)

much love!!! <3333

Thank you for requesting lovely <3

cw: douchebag boyfriend, marauders fancy reader but don't genuinely want her to cheat or end her relationship for them

(poly)roommate!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1.1k words

It’s heartbreaking how lovely you look first thing in the morning. Sweet, rumpled pajamas, plodding gait, sunlight stretching over features still soft with sleep. You raise your hand to cover a yawn as you enter the kitchen, eyelashes still drooping like they’ve weights sewn into them. 

“Morning,” you say on the tail end. 

“Morning.” James opens one arm to you. You step into the hug automatically, and he drops a kiss to your head, his own private indulgence. You’re eyeing the omelet he’s frying up with his other hand. “Want one?” 

“Mm, wish I could,” your voice is a somnolent mumble, “but Dale’s taking me to breakfast in a bit.” 

James tries not to react, but his hold on you stiffens some. From the living room, he hears Sirius scoff. “Oh.” 

“I’m sure your omelet would be better.” You pat his side, moving out from under his arm to go to the coffee pot. “We’re going to this cafe he likes, and they never have anything I want. Still, I can hardly show up full.” 

James feels himself frown. Typical of your boyfriend to take you somewhere you don’t even like. Perhaps he’s a tad biased, but James thinks you should eat one of his omelets and show up full just to teach him a lesson. 

He plates up the one he’s just finished. You tail him into the living room as he delivers it to Sirius, curling your feet up underneath you on the couch. Remus is sitting in the armchair reading the paper. He and James have already had their breakfasts, but you and Sirius are always the last up on weekends.

“Are you finished with the funnies?” you ask Remus. 

He looks up at you with a tenderness James doesn’t know how you can’t see. “Yeah,” he says, shaking out a page. “Here.” 

Sirius snickers at your choice of reading material as you reach across him for it. You nudge his thigh with your knee. “Bite me.” 

“Anywhere you’d like me to, babe.” He winks. 

You roll your eyes and fold the page to read, well used to Sirius’ flirting. Similarly to how he’d done with Remus, Sirius’ ill-advised tactic for winning you over involves alternating between taunting you relentlessly and acting like his affection for you is all one big joke. It only barely worked on Remus—James’ interference had been required there, and that was before he’d admitted to himself his own feelings for either of the two boys—so James doesn’t understand why Sirius would give it another go with you. 

“Oh.” Remus closes his paper, seeming to remember something. “I was wondering if you might have time to go with me to the farmer’s market this morning. We’re out of eggs, but I can’t haggle with the woman like you do.” 

You give him a sorry sort of smile. “I would, but Dale’s meant to pick me up at ten.”

“Oh, well.” Sirius rolls his eyes, chewing malignantly on a bite of omelet. “If Dale said he’ll be here at ten, then surely that’s what’s happening.” 

You bump his thigh again good naturedly. “Be nice.” 

James bites his tongue, and even Remus reopens his newspaper with a tad more vigor than necessary. Sirius is by far the most vocal with you about your boyfriend’s flaws, but your roommates all hate him. The guy’s a prick. James would never in a million years try to convince you to leave your partner for them—and despite Sirius’ joking, he knows neither of the other boys would want that either—but if you broke up with Dale, he would be very tempted to throw a party. 

James really doesn’t understand how someone like you could end up with someone so holistically unpleasant as your boyfriend. He’s rude, inconsiderate, he doesn’t express any gratitude for the sweet things you do for him, and he is never where he says he’s going to be when he says he’s going to be there. He shows so little regard for anyone but himself. If he told you he was going to pick you up at ten in the morning, he’s just as likely to arrive at three in the afternoon. Even for your half-hearted defense of him, it’s nearly ten and you’ve made no move to change out of your pajamas or get ready, because you know he won’t be here on time. It irks your roommates to no end to see you tolerate such poor treatment. 

“Maybe you can go with Remus to the farmer’s market,” you tell Sirius. “You seem like you could negotiate.” 

“Sirius doesn’t know how much eggs are supposed to cost,” Remus says idly. 

“Oi!” Sirius objects through a mouthful of omelet. “I do so.” 

James smiles at him. “Really. How much do you think eggs cost, love?” 

Sirius manages to take another bite while James is asking, so his mouth is conveniently too full to answer. 

“I can manage it on my own,” Remus says with indulgent fondness. “Dove, do me one favor, though?” 

You lift your coffee. “Sure.” 

“Don’t let him summon you outside with his horn again.” 

There’s a brief but thick silence while you finish swallowing your coffee and all three boys try not to look too obviously judgmental (Sirius trying the least, naturally). The purse of your lips reveals some embarrassment. 

Still, your voice comes out unconcerned. “It’s not a big deal to me. It’s not like we’re in school and I need him to come to the door and meet my parents. It’s a time saver.” 

“It’s rude,” says Remus gently. “You deserve someone who will come to the door for you.” 

James’ thoughts exactly. 

“Sure you don’t want some toast or something while you wait?” James asks, partly to dispel the tension and partly because he really does think you should eat something if Dale isn’t likely to be here until the afternoon. “You could call it an appetizer.” 

You stand with your emptied coffee mug, passing an affectionate hand over James’ hair as you move between his legs and the coffee table. “Thanks,” you say genuinely, “but I’m alright. I’m going to go get ready.” 

However eager James is to avoid the tension that comes from insulting (or, really, just speaking frankly about) your boyfriend, Sirius has no such concerns. “While we’re telling Dale things,” he says after you, “be sure to remind him that our flat has a three-strike roommate tears policy. Next time you come home crying, Jamie and I get to make a house call.” 

Your laughter echoes down the hallway. “Sure, I’ll let him know.” 

Sirius looks at James, perplexed. “Did I sound like I was joking? I was not using my joking voice.” 

James pats his leg consolingly.

[boneblushed]

And, boy, you got her

synopsis Rafe’s in charge of the pledges during Rush Week. Hazing isn’t a thing. Making you feel so high school is.

wc 3.6K

a/n omgggg Euro Trip Rafe <3333 I was living on pledgetok last week and just couldn’t not write something about it

“Holy shit,” Noah mutters, surveying the crowd over his red cup, “I swear they get scrawnier every single year.”

Rafe nods gravely, taking a pull of his beer. “It’s fucking grim.”

“Like — fuck, look at those two.” Noah gestures toward the shaded veranda, a fresh coat of gloss making its balustrades shine. Huddled in one corner, attempting to take up as little space as possible, two boys donning UNC merch survey the crowd in tandem. “We weren’t that fucking scraggy as freshman, were we?”

“You two weren’t,” Kelce snorts, coming up behind them. Topper brings up his rear, mid-bite of his loaded hotdog. “Thornton definitely was though.”

“Oi!” Topper protests, his words garbled by half chewed sausage. “S’wasn’t that bad. C’mon.” He turns to Rafe then, swallowing his mouthful. “But seriously, you locked in any potentials?”

Rafe furrows his brow thoughtfully, looking back over Delta Chi’s yard. Unsurprisingly, it’s far too early to say. Though the barbecue that they’re hosting is a good way for pledges to mingle, it isn’t exactly hazing material; they’re going to have to get creative.

“Maybe,” he replies finally, shrugging. “We’ll just have to see I guess.”

He tips back his red cup again, swallowing the last dregs of beer before acquiescing. As he’s about to announce his need for a refill, a few pledges sidle up to their group, looking hopeful.

Not overtly, of course. Painstakingly hiding their eagerness behind an armour of insouciance.

“Rafe,” the tallest of the three greets, handing him another red cup. The golden liquid inside it brims to the surface, its white foam dissolving in mocking. “Hey, bro. You need another?”

Rafe raises his eyebrows, hiding a grin. “Shit. Table service already?”

The boy grins in tandem, looking a little sheepish. “Big fan, man. I’m Dylan.” He motions at the two guys on either side of him, wearing matching squints and backwards caps. “This is Rahul and Xav, we’re all here from Trinity.”

“Durham and Chapel Hill?” Noah enquires, whistling approvingly when they nod. “Fuck, we used to love having away games there. Those Trin cheerleaders…”

“Haha, shit, what was that chic’s name again?” Rafe asks then, a pull of mirth as he turns to Noah. “The one you messed around with in junior year?”

“Blake,” Noah answers, groaning in a mock-wistful sort of way. “They didn’t make ‘em like her at the Academy.”

Rafe snorts, sending the pledges a sage glance. “Nah. They made ‘em better.”

Noah raises his eyebrows, his brown eyes glinting with amusement. “Oh, so we are allowed to objectify your girl then, Cameron?”

“Damn, so you’re tied down?” Xavier pipes up, his voice gravelly and low on purpose. Overtly masculine, like he’s trying hard to be red-blooded. “Your girl doesn’t mind you partying?”

Rafe frowns. “Why would she mind?”

“Uh,” Xavier balks, pulling at the bill of his backwards cap, “shit. I don’t know… like, doesn’t she get pissed that you’re constantly around sorority girls?”

“HA —” Topper laughs, and then he falters, thwarted by Rafe’s warning glower. “Uh.” He scratches the back of his neck. “Let’s just say Cameron doesn’t give her any reasons to be suspicious.”

“Because he’s obsessed with her,” Noah adds, unperturbed by Rafe’s expression. He pauses then, an amusing idea popping into his head. “Which means…” he continues, returning Rafe’s glare with a trust me one of his own, “you guys should be too.”

Rafe doesn’t trust him. Like, at all. He sends him a bewildered look, unsure where he’s going with this. “White — what?”

Noah ignores him. He downs his beer and crushes the red cup in his hand, deftly aiming it at the nearest bag of trash. “So,” he says, eyeing the three pledges with interest. “How serious are you guys about rushing Delt?”

“Pretty serious, bro,” Rahul answers, looking to his friends for support. “Think we got a shot?”

Noah throws his arm around Rafe’s neck, his strong bicep taut as he shoots them a grin. “Depends, man, I might know how we could figure that out though.” He begins to steer Rafe away from them, sending one last, faux-somber look over his shoulder. “Be right back, yeah?”

Rafe, whose bewilderment is quickly giving way curiosity, allows himself to be marshalled out of earshot without complaints.

He shrugs Noah off of him once they’re on the verandah, his features ever-bemused as he turns toward him. “The fuck was that about?”

“Bro, I know exactly how we’re going to haze these motherfuckers,” Noah replies, his voice lilted with mirth. “You know… without breaking any rules.”

The bewildered expression on Rafe’s face doesn’t acquiesce. “Okay… how?”

“Instead of getting them to be our bitches,” he answers, a mischievous grin making home on his features. “We’re going to get them to be our girlfriends’ bitches.”

Rafe frowns. “Bro. What?”

“Cameron, it’s perfect.” He swipes Rafe’s beer from his hand and takes a generous pull. “What do frat guys hate more than being called scrawny as fuck?”

“Uh. Doing assignments?” Rafe answers blankly, still frowning. He doesn’t have it in him to think too hard about Noah’s profferance. He’s on hour two of manning this boring event, hour four since he bid you farewell, and all Rafe can bear to think about right now is the imminent taste of your peach-scented lips.

Noah shakes his head. “No, dumbass. Being called a simp.”

“Wrong,” Rafe answers, “I don’t mind that shit at all.”

“You’re the exception,” Noah replies matter-of-factly. “You and Y/N have always been the exception. C’mon, I’m talking about us,” he places his palm over his breastbone solemnly, “mere mortals.”

Rafe narrows his eyes. “Fuck off. How would that even work?”

“We…” Noah pauses to think, a slightly furrow to his brow, “alright, I got it. We assign the pledges to our girlfriends, one by one. Give them a week to make a good impression — you know, carry their bags, buy them flowers, all that sentimental crap you love.”

“You really think the guys’ll agree to this?” Rafe asks, sounding reluctant. “I mean… I don’t know if I’m alright with a bunch of idiots holding doors for my girl.”

“But you’re an idiot that holds a door for your girl,” Noah answers, not missing a beat.

“Fuck off, White.”

“I’m serious. It’ll be funny. And look… if you’re worried about Y/N, I know she’ll find it adorable as fuck.”

Rafe shakes his head. “No way. She didn’t find high-school me adorable.”

Noah raises his eyebrows skeptically. “You’d be surprised, man. Besides, these guys aren’t going to be like high-school you. High-school you was a douchebag.”

“A douchebag who got the girl.”

“A douchebag who got the girl after he stopped acting like a douchebag.” Noah smirks then. “A douchebag who’d give all these fuckers a run for their money if he was pledging Delt this year.”

Rafe grins in tandem, stealing his beer back to take a big swig. “Alright, shit, alright. Harmless shit though, right? Chivalry and all that?”

“Harmless as hell,” Noah agrees. “C’mon. You really think any of these guys has the balls to make a pass at one of our girls?”

“Easy for you to say, White. You don’t fucking have a girl.”

Noah frowns. “What d’you mean? Aren’t we going halves on Y/N?”

“Holy fuck, Noah,” Rafe groans, almost spitting out his mouthful of beer. “If Y/N heard the shit you said when she wasn’t around, she’d probably kill you.”

“Nah,” Noah replies, seemingly unperturbed. “She loves me.”

“Well,” Rafe says grimly, crushing his own empty cup in his head. “She might do now, but she sure as hell won’t by the end of this week.”

—

The first time it happens, you’re understandably perplexed.

You’re en-route to your 9AM, bag strap denting your left shoulder, when a stranger falls into your step and swipes it from your figure. It’s a motion so quick and deft you initially think you’re getting mugged.

As you double back in bewilderment, he proffers, “you alright with this?”

“Uh.” You balk. “What?”

“Your bag,” he answers, readjusting it on his own shoulder. He seems earnest. Nervous, even. “It looked heavy. I can carry it to class for you, if you want?”

You allow a pause to take him in.

“No, I’m…” another pause, more of his demeanour on display. Backwards cap, crisp white polo shirt, smile lines exposing the ghost of a grin on his face. A familiar grin, the kind that pulls a soft, maudlin feeling from your ribcage. “Look, if you’re trying to hit on me —”

“No, no,” he interrupts quickly, his eyes widening in a panic. “Shit — no, don’t tell Cameron I’m hitting on you. I’m just…”

“Wait a minute,” your eyes narrow accusatorially, because of course he’s behind this chivalrous display, “you know my boyfriend?”

The stranger grimaces sheepishly. “Uh. Yeah.”

“Explain.”

“It’s… uh… well — basically, I’m pledging Delt,” he answers haltingly, self effacement juxtaposing his frat boy exterior. “Rafe’s asked us to be all gentlemanly and shit for pledge week, I don’t know. To you guys, I mean. Like… the current frat member’s girls?”

“Oh my god,” you groan. “No he hasn’t.”

“Shit.” He looks far more nervous now that he did five minutes ago. “He didn’t tell you?”

“No,” you grumble, pulling your phone out of your pocket. “No he did not.”

Rafe’s on speed dial. He picks up on the first ring, the way he always does for you.

“Hey baby,” his gravelly timbre crackles through the phone, the low hum of frat house chatter audible in the background. “What’s up?”

“Don’t even. You know what’s up Rafael.”

A pause. When Rafe speaks again, his voice is quick and placating. “It was Noah’s idea.”

“Of course it was.”

“Dylan’s not playing up, is he?”

You raise your eyebrows at the stranger then, assessing him faux-suspiciously. “No way. He’s doing a better job than you ever did in high school.”

“Woah woah woah,” Rafe replies, a playful lilt to his tone. “That fucker’s not calling you dream girl or something, is he?”

“Worse. He’s being respectful of my boundaries.”

“Oh shit. I fucking knew this was a bad idea.”

You shake your head in exasperation, trying not to laugh. The poor stranger’s still standing there at attention, your leather bag looking ridiculous on his arm. “Rafe. Tell me he’s the only one.”

“He’s one…” Rafe starts slowly, sounding sheepish, “of three. Four, counting me.” In the background, you hear Noah pipe up and add, “five, Cameron. How could you forget me?”

“You’re un-fucking-believable, Noah White,” you shout through the phone.

“I love you too, Y/N,” Noah sings, and then he groans, no doubt shoved to the side by his indignant best friend. It’s Rafe on the phone again, voice sweet and thick as molasses as he says, “they’ll behave, baby, and make your life easier in the process. I promise.”

“What?” You accuse, fighting back a smile. “Like you did in high school?”

“Fuck no,” he replies, the grin on his face audible. “They’ll be nothing like I was, sweetheart.”

“What?” You tease. “Absolutely insufferable?”

“And absolutely in love with you.”

You raise your eyebrows. “How can you be so sure?”

“They’re under strict instruction. Have a shiner waiting for them if they pull something funny.”

Another exasperated laugh bubbles out of you, and you begin walking forward again, motioning at the boy named Dylan to follow in your step. “Right. So the boundaries are on purpose, are they?”

“The respect, too. No being inappropriate and charming at the same time.”

“And why not?” You ask faux-indignantly. “What if I like being objectified?”

“Can’t have you falling in love with them, can I?”

“Hey,” you argue, frowning stubbornly. “That is not what made me fall in love with you.”

“It isn’t?”

“Well,” you balk, “not solely that.”

“You’re fucking sexy,” he recites devotedly, almost yells, and you can hear the collective groan of his frat brothers in the background. “Are you wearing those Lululemon pants right now? Point is, I’m thinking about your ass in those Lululemon pants right now.”

“Rafe, I was fucking kidding. Stop.”

“No you weren’t.” You know he’s right; you can picture that stupid smirk on his face. It makes your cheeks warm. Asshole. “You’re blushing now, aren’t you?”

“Anyway.”

“Anyway,” Rafe agrees. “No funny business, alright? Just lots of good deeds.”

Good deeds. You suppose you could get used to good deeds, the embarrassment of attention notwithstanding.

You let out a defeated sigh, halting in front of your 9AM class. “You so, so owe me.”

“I so, so love you,” Rafe replies, and it makes your pulse leap; you’ll never get used to this feeling. “See you later, yeah?”

“Uh huh. Love you.”

Dylan waits until you’ve ended the call before saying farewell, dutifully handing your leather bag back to you and giving you a mock salute. The way he does it, all sheepish and genuine with a charming smile on his face, makes your heart twinge in a junior year of high-school sort of way. You’re feeling sentimental. It’s sweet.

You’re reminded of Rafe before he was yours, stumbling over himself to win your favour. Confusing chivalry with courting, objectifying you in the name of flirting.

Insufferable, but sweet nonetheless. You digress.

—

The next time it happens, you’re ambushed at your favourite cafe.

A dutiful Delta Phi pledge has already queued up and purchased you coffee, handing it over to you with a blushing bouquet of tulips.

You raise your eyebrows at him questioningly. “Is that…?”

“Uh, an oat iced coffee with vanilla?” He asks, sounding nervous. “I asked Cameron for your order.”

“Didn’t ask me about pastries, though,” a voice behind you adds, rough and familiar with a sweetness around the edges. Rafe circles your waist with ease and pulls you into his chest, sponging a soft kiss to your temple before handing you a brown bag.

A glossy, Daily Bread sticker shines on its exterior proudly.

Your eyes widen in surprise, and you look up at him expectantly. “Tell me you didn’t drive back home for a single croissant.”

“I didn’t drive back home for a single croissant,” Rafe replies. He grins then, looking that same, sheepish genuine that pulls a maudlin feeling. “I drove back home for twenty.”

“Rafe. Why?”

“Because you like Daily Bread,” he replies matter-of-factly, like it’s obvious.

You shake your head in exasperation, tip-toeing up to press a quick kiss to his lips. It becomes less quick against better judgement. He tastes like spearmint gum and cold brew, the hand he has held to your waist tightening ever so slightly. Slipping under your shirt, massaging the soft skin he finds there expertly, discreetly. Too much for 8am on a Wednesday morning, sans coffee. Your face feels on fire. You pull away in a hurry.

Meanwhile, the freshman pledge balks at the exchange, looking out of place.

Rafe frowns bemusedly at your diffidence, only clocking the reason when you nod over at him.

“I’ll walk her over Ben,” he says, dismissing him. “You’re off the hook, bro.”

“Shit.” The boy named Ben grimaces; he needs to get his hours in, and doesn’t deem this a fair ambush. He scrambles for an excuse. “Right. Can I still give her the flowers?”

“Of course you can,” you beam, accepting them gratefully. You look up at Rafe then, asking, “And if I want to walk with Benjamin?”

Rafe grins down at you, disbelieving. “Do you, baby?”

“As a matter of fact, yes,” you say, wriggling out of his grasp. “He got me flowers.”

Rafe falters, his eyes widening in surprise. “Sweetheart, I got you a croissant.”

“Ben got me a coffee,” you hedge. “And flowers.”

“Y/N,” he placates.

“Rafael,” you echo, unperturbed by his exasperation. You take a sip your coffee. “I’ll see you later, okay? Ben’s ticking off a good deed this morning.”

Poor Ben looks helpless, taking the brunt of Rafe’s glare as you motion for him to hold the door for you.

“C’mon Ben, we’re going to be late.”

“But…” Ben pauses, his eyes flitting to Rafe nervously. “This is fine, right?”

Rafe sighs, drawing his bottom lip between his teeth in defeat. “Yeah, bro. You’re good.” He looks to you, then. “You’re unbelievable.”

You smile sweetly. “I’m wearing the Lulu leggings.”

“Oh I noticed,” Rafe replies, his blue eyes falling down your figure in slow, reverent paces. “It’s why I want to be the one holding the door for you.”

You roll your eyes. “Men only want one thing.”

Rafe grins. “Yeah. You.”

—

By the end of the week, you’re more used to the chivalry than you’re willing to admit.

You’ve enjoyed free iced lattes and filled your dorm with gorgeous bouquets, no door left unopened and no walk to class left unescorted. And really, every pledge you’ve come across has been pleasant and unassuming, albeit absolutely terrified of Rafe and therefore extra obliging on instinct.

They’ve even offered to do favours for you, got you into sought after Pilates classes and done last minute grocery runs on your behalf. It’s put you in this constant state of mild exasperation, like you can’t believe you’re worthy of this much love and chivalry.

It’s exactly the way you felt back in high-school with Rafe, and this revelation pulls lots of funny feelings from your stomach, from your chest. Feelings you’ve forgotten that are all yours and all his. Because it’s strange, having someone other than Rafe taking care of you. (Or Noah.) It’s strange because it makes you realise just how much he adored you back in the day.

These emotions come to a head at the pledge week closing bash, Delta Phi lit up with fluorescent lights in technicolour. Inebriation ensues, beer pong follows, and an impromptu DJ deck plays endless songs with heavy bass.

Rafe Cameron has you pulled close, as always, the taut muscle of his forearm pressing heat to your exposed waist. You’re a few drinks down and hyperaware of his proximity, ankles touching, thighs too, torsos close with your head resting on his shoulder.

“I think I like Dylan the best,” you announce suddenly.

“Yeah?” Rafe asks, kneading your skin absentmindedly.

You nod. “He’s sweet. Told me all about his girl back home.”

Rafe grins then, shaking his head bemusedly. “You’re such a sucker for love, sweetheart.”

“Hey!” You glare up at him faux-incensed, looking accusatory. “So are you!”

“Shhhh,” Rafe murmurs playfully. “Not so loud, you’ll fuck up my street cred.”

You scoff. “Since when do you care about street cred?”

“Shit, you’re right,” Rafe agrees easily, leaning down to draw your lips in for a kiss. He’s all patchouli and musk, beer on his tongue and unchaste intentions in his touch. When he pulls away, his lips are still an inch from yours, his voice rougher than it was a second ago, “I don’t care. Like, at fucking all.”

“Good,” Noah snorts from behind him. “‘Cause you never had any to begin with, bro.”

“There you are,” you say then, eyeing Noah over Rafe’s shoulder. There’s a mock accusatory expression on your face, softened by mirth and the alcohol on your lips. “Have you been hiding from me, White?”

Noah grins sheepishly, taking a pull of his beer. “Maybe.”

You narrow your eyes. “Tell me. When did you become worse than Rafael?”

“I didn’t become worse!” Noah insists. “He just became better. You know, after he got the girl.”

You make a face. “Smooth.”

“Hey,” Noah raises his arms in surrender, looking faux-somber, “someone’s gotta teach the next generation, don’t they? I’m committed to their education.” He raises his eyebrows then, a mischievous glint in his eye. “C’mon, don’t act like you didn’t love it.”

Rafe grins. “She totally fucking loved it.”

You aim a glare at the pair of them, failing miserably at hiding your amusement. “So maybe I didn’t mind it. Sue me.”

“Of course you loved it,” Noah says, throwing his arm around you and pulling you into his side. “You love Cameron, don’t you?”

You narrow your eyes. “Opinions vary.”

“You love me?” Noah tries.

“You fucking wish.”

“Everyone fucking wishes,” Rafe says then, throwing his arm around you too, your figure wedged between the pair of them. Frat boy sandwich, you think tiredly. If high-school you could see you now, you’re pretty sure she’d have an aneurysm. “Especially when you’re in Lululemon.”

“Rafe.”

“I’m kidding. Not really. They all love you, you know that, yeah?”

You look up at him questioningly. “The pledges?”

“Uh huh,” Rafe replies, raising his eyebrows at you. “This is what I was afraid of, you know.”

“What?” You ask, lifting yours in tandem.

“Everyone falling in love with you, like I did in high school.”

You scrunch up your nose at him, your cheeks warming in diffidence. “No one’s fallen in love with me, don’t be silly.”

“I have,” Noah pipes up unhelpfully.

“Shut up, Noah. I saw you talking to Georgia just before.”

Noah grins, pulling away and offering you a mock salute. “Guilty as charged.” He turns to survey the crowd, spotting her figure on the fairy-light lit porch. “Speaking of…”

And he’s gone before you’re able to tease him any further, leaving Rafe to guide you out of his side and into his chest. You wrap your arms around his neck, his hands exerting a warm, steady pressure into the curve of your waist.

“As I was saying,” you continue, frowning up at him playfully. “No one’s fallen in love with me.”

Rafe’s unconvinced. His gaze skates down your figure again, a tortured groan falling from his throat. “Have you seen you, sweetheart?”

You roll your eyes, face hot and self conscious. “And even if they have,” you add, “it doesn’t matter.”

Rafe raises his eyebrows. “It doesn’t?”

“No way. Because I’m in love with you, not any of them.”

Rafe grins then, a devastatingly handsome look on his face. “I’ll never get used to hearing that.”

“I’ll never get used to saying it.”

[lovelettersforthedamned]

ugh I love the way you write frat Peter <3333 am thinking of how he would react when his frat brothers flirt with his girl jus to rile him up - ❄️❄️

A Little Reminder

--genre: fluff, slight smut, MINORS DNI.

--pairing: frat!tasm!peter parker x f!reader

--word count: 1.4k

--warnings: language, kisses, slight smut, mention of hickeys, fluff!!!

love this request! i have something similar (more angsty) if you want more, "Let Me Be There, Let Me Be Yours".

You were drained, to say the least. Your last lecture wiped you out, followed by a tutoring session to bring up your plummeting English Literature grade. Peter’s the one to blame for that one. Sure, you scheduled an early morning class knowing that it would be hard to get there, but Peter keeping you hostage in bed also didn’t help. 

As you walk back to your apartment, you’re mentally cursing him knowing that you’ll realistically not do anything about it. With your headphones blocking out the world around you, your only goal was to get home and to Peter. Your bed calls out for you. 

Switching songs, an arm is suddenly wrapped around your shoulders, making you jump out of your skin. Pulling off one side of your headphones, you look towards the person whose arm is around you, finding one of Peter’s frat brothers grinning widely at you. You barely have time to deal with whatever is going on, but still decide to play along not to seem rude, “Bryce, what the fuck is going on?”

“Oh nothing,” he replied nonchalantly, his arm still on your shoulders, “ just walking you home, that’s all.” His tone still holds one of a joke, but now that you’re approaching your apartment he still doesn’t give up.

You can’t help but laugh and scoff, you wonder how long he’ll keep this up. Ducking out of his hold, you stand in front of him, “I didn’t ask you to do that, but thank you so much for your generosity, Bryce. Your heart must be so so big!” You bring a hand up to his shoulder and pat it a few times, “I’ll make sure to tell Pete about this. Just to let him know how caring you are.”

“You do that, (Y/N)! I cannot wait to hear back from him,” his smile is wide still, but sarcasm drips off of his tongue. 

You start to walk up the stairs to your building, waving Bryce goodbye as you giggle to yourself. He’s going to get an earful the next time he sees Peter. 

****

“Hi, Pete! I’m home,” you call out as you close and lock the door behind you. It doesn’t take long before you hear heavy footsteps approach you from the bedroom, Peter’s disheveled state greeting you. He’s shirtless, his boxers the only thing on his body, but you’re not complaining. Peter’s even wearing his glasses, which is a rarity recently. You’ve noticed he only wears them around you. 

As he approaches you, he takes your school bag and your headphones, placing them on the couch before he envelopes you in a bone-crushing hug. You breathe in his scent, the natural musk combined with his body wash makes you melt. Your ear is placed directly on his heart, the rhythmic beat acting as a lullaby. You look up at him again, craving to see him in his glasses again to see that he’s already looking at you. You stand on your toes to reach his lips, catching him off guard in a kiss that he quickly gets accustomed to. His lips are slightly chapped. 

Pulling away he sighs, giving your lips one more quick peck, “How was class, bug?” Brushing a piece of hair that fell into your eyes away, he holds the side of your face. 

“It was long and boring,” you close your eyes, the mere thought of it reeling in another wave of exhaustion, “but guess who I ran into on the way home?” You pull away from his hold to walk over to the kitchen, Peter following loosely behind you. There are a few beats of silence as he goes through the list of who it could be, but he soon gives up with a sigh. “Bryce fucking Quinn,” you reveal.

He leans against the cabinet as you reach into the fridge for a bottle of water, his eyes widening, “I haven’t seen him in a while. How is he?” 

“He’s good,” you open the cap and take a sip, before dropping the bomb on him, “he’s very nice.”

This sparks Peter’s interest, his head cocking to the side as his brows furrowed in confusion, “Oh really?” Your impression of him shocks him. He knows Bryce Quinn to be a jokester, he’s never taken anything seriously, and if he did, it was always because it was part of a running bit that he carried. 

You smirk as you take another sip, trying not to reveal how amused you are, “Yeah, he even walked me home! He even threw his arm over me to make sure I got here safe.” You leave Peter to go into the bathroom, the sudden urge to pee coming over you.

Peter’s once relaxed demeanor was now one of rigid shock, he once again followed you. “What do you mean ‘threw his arm over you’?” You’re sitting on the toilet when Peter opens the door and stands directly in front of you, looking for answers. 

“You need me to answer that right now?”

“Well,” he doesn’t see anything wrong with asking right now, “when else am I gonna ask you?” He’s dead serious too. 

Reaching for the toilet paper, you gather a few pieces, “Maybe when I’m not actively on the toilet?” 

He finally comes to his senses as he turns around, facing the wall, and leaving you to do your business. “It’s not like I haven’t seen every part of you before,” he adds, before turning back around when he hears the toilet flush and the sink run as you wash your hands. 

Washing your hands, you look into the mirror only to see Peter behind you, giving you a scare. “If you’re really worried about this babe, you know you shouldn’t,” you dry your hands off on the towel next to the sink. Turning around to face your worried and slightly angry boyfriend, you reach up to hold his face, his head slightly flinching away from your cold hands, you giggle, “Shit, sorry!” 

Pulling down his face, you kiss his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck as his hands find their home on your waist. The kiss slowly gets needier, causing Peter’s hands to lower down to under your thighs, hoisting you onto the counter, his arms caging you in as he places both of his hands on either side of your head. Your fingers are weaving themselves in his hair, slightly tugging on it, causing a soft moan to escape his lips. You pull away, his lips chasing yours as you back away. “Peter,” you whine. 

He’s not listening, his only objective was connecting your lips again. He’s panting as he responds, his voice breathy, “Yeah, baby?” You can’t help but smirk at his current state. It seems like he forgot all about your previous conversation. 

As you tilt your head back and forth to look into his eyes, he follows. His lips are desperate for your touch, and it shows. You grab his chin, forcing him to look into your eyes, “Don’t be too hard on Bryce when you see him next.” 

Peter groans as he tilts his head back away from your touch, a breathy chuckle leaving him, “Why are we still talking about Bryce when I’m so close to taking you back to bed?” 

You blush at his response, “I’m just saying…I don’t need to be the damsel in distress when it comes to you, Petey.” Peter brings his hands down to scoop under your thighs once again, pulling you up to his chest, making you wrap both your arms and legs around him to not fall, a big smile on your face.

“Oh, bug,” he starts to walk to your bedroom, “you’re never the damsel in distress. But sometimes they need a little reminder that you aren’t theirs to play with, are you?” You shake your head in response, the heat in your cheeks starting to pool lower on your body. “And sometimes they forget that,” he places you gently on the bed. 

Peter can’t help but admire you as you lay in front of him. Pulling off his glasses and tossing them to the side, he kneels on the bed to kiss you again, leaving a few marks on your neck to serve as a physical reminder to those around you. Bryce is so fucked. 

--author's note: I LOVE FRAT!PETER AND I'M SO HAPPY YOU LOVE HIM TOO ❄️ ANON!!!!!! this got a little spicy at the end and i'm so sorry i have no idea what happened LMAOO. don't forget to like, comment, and reblog. my 300 follower celebration is happening now, so don't forget to send things in!! rules are pinned to my blog!!! ok, ily bye <333

[poppy-metal]

HI POPPY u js reminded me to send it to u bc i forgot…anyway

thinking ab being tashi’s girl that she shares with art because she knows how much of a schoolgirl crush i have on him….so much so that i tense up and stumble over my words whenever he’s around <3 turning beet red when he gets just a bit too close <3 cause he’s just…so big…nd tall nd strong!!!! it’s obvious to tashi, but for art, not so much. he assumes that you’re just intimidated by him (which you are— but more turned on than anything), which leads to him making it his mission to get closer to you. to show you that there’s not anything to be scared of. which works at first, until you get bolder. and then you start asking things like, “can i feel your arm? it’s just really big.” and “how often do you work out?” art thinks you’re the cutest thing, so curious and innocent. that you’re just so small compared to him, so of course you’re gonna ask questions. it takes tashi telling him straight up, like “she wants to fuck you, art.” for him to catch on. “you should do it. it’d be easy, so easy. you could hold her down, bully your way into her tight little hole…she’s never taken anything bigger than my strap before, you could be the one to break her in.” she’d spur him on for days. and as much as art hates to admit it, it worked. neither of you quite remember the details of the build up, but what you do remember is him having you face down, absolutely wrecked. i’m talking mascara tracking down your face, hair disheveled, spit pooling around the sides of your mouth. you remember how he practically forced himself into you, how the stretch hurt so good. he was so so so mean to you, and you loved it. and it’s art, so of course it didn’t take much for him to get addicted to fucking your sweet little cunt. even at events, he’d pull you off to give you his load, stuffing u nice n full <33 literally my dream

RAHHHHHHHH

being tashi's little girlfriend and having a crush on her husband in my favorite <3333 she's so totally okay with him fucking you, but you're both on the reserved side - she has to be the puppetmaster, as always. stroking arts cock late at night, kissing his neck, telling him how tight and wet you are - how you're so submissive and eager to please and how he's so pent up, isn't he? doesn't get to batter that big cock how he's meant to inside a warm hole because that's just not their dynamic, and that's fine - but doesn't he want to? isn't he interested? in just pounding a tight cunt into the mattress. you'd let him. you'd beg for it -

he paints her knuckles in his cum and tashi holds her hand up - tells him he could be pushing this mess inside you if he wanted.

art wants.

so art takes - a few weeks later, when the boiling pot tips over and you've worn one too many mini skirts and tight blouses, with nipples poking through like little tight pebbles - alone in their big house - manufactured, by tashi - and as she suspected, it only takes a few glasses of wine before art has you bent over a couch with your panties around your ankles and his cock pushing inside - gritting his teeth. his ringed hand gripping your waist to tug you back into his thrusts.

you can't stop telling him how big he is - how good he feels - and it fills brain with static, he's never felt this kind of praise before - this kind of control. he goes a bit wild with it - snapping his hips against your pert little ass and watching his cock dissappear in and out -

"so fucking tight - so fucking good - holy shit -"

he could become addicted to this. he'll beg tashi to let him have this again and again if he has to.

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

murphy congrats on 5k!!!! ahhh you deserve it all<3333

for the celebration, if possible could i request a lil blurb with the prompt “it’s always been you.” with dbf!santi?

once again congrats🥳🥳

Cards On The Table.

dads bestfriend!santiago garcia x female reader

warnings - cursing. unspecified age gap.

note - thank you babe!! you’re too sweet <3

written for my 5k celebration - post here, masterlist here, inbox here.

“Why are you being a brat?”

You scoff, shaking your head incredulously.

“Me? I’m being a brat?”

“Yeah. You are. Cut that shit out.”

You’re stood outside your front door, Santi’s fingers wrapped tightly around your wrist. Your family and friends are in the backyard, enjoying the barbecue that your dad is perfecting.

“You don’t get to tell me what to do, Santiago.”

He sighs deeply, hunching over and putting his hands on his knees. He looks as done as you feel.

“I didn’t drag you here to argue.”

“Then why did you?”

He’d snapped at you in the kitchen, one of your many comments of the day finally adding up. Snatching at your wrist, he’d pulled you forcefully out the front and onto the porch, shutting the door behind him quietly.

“I- I want to know what’s the matter with you. Why you’ve been so upset with me today.”

Your breath catches in your throat. You weren’t quite prepared for his honesty, or the fact that he’d noticed how unhappy you’ve been. You could tell him the truth, but that’ll open a whole new can of worms. So, you bow your head and sit down, silence engulfing you both.

“Hermosa-”

“Don’t call me that.”

“I’ve always called you that.”

“Yeah. Exactly.”

He’s quiet again, clearly unwilling to let the issue go. He moves to sit next to you, thigh pressing into yours.

“Please,” he begs. “What have I done, hmm? I don’t like feeling like you’re mad at me.”

You’re tired. Tired of fighting the way you feel, tired of protesting your mind all the time. So, you give up. You tear down your walls and let him in.

“Why did you bring her?” you whisper.

“Emma?”

“Yeah.”

“I- I don’t know. Your dad told me I should bring a date, and I just… I thought it would be alright. I didn’t really think it through.”

You process for a moment, unmoving.

“Is… is that why you’re upset with me, carinõ?”

You blink back tears. You feel stupid, having thought that there was something between the two of you. You know it’d be wrong, you know it’d be forbidden… but the heart wants what it wants. You figured that maybe your little crush would go away, but then… it didn’t. And all of a sudden, it felt like Santiago was looking at you differently. Speaking to you differently. Treating you differently.

“I don’t know.”

“Yes you do.”

“Then yeah. Maybe. Doesn’t matter now anyway.”

“It matters to me.”

You shake your head, biting at your bottom lip nervously. You can hear your parents jokingly shouting at each other in the back, competitive as ever as they play a game by the pool.

“Just leave it, Santi. Look, I’m sorry I was a bitch today. I didn’t mean to take it out on you, and I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry.”

He grabs your hand, rough skin against your soft palm.

“Look at me. Please.”

You tilt your chin up to meet his big brown eyes, warm and pleading.

“Cards on the table.”

“Cards on the table?”

“Cards on the table… I only invited Emma to try and get over you.”

Your breath catches in your throat as you look at him, mouth slightly agape. You’re trying to work out what this means, processing his words, but your brain keeps coming up empty.

“What?”

“I shouldn’t feel what I feel… but I do. And I knew it just wasn’t realistic, so, finally, I decided I needed to move on. Your dad suggested dating, and I thought fuck it, why not? Can’t hurt, right?”

He squeezes your hand, and continues.

“Wrong. It hurt so bad, sitting there with her and watching you watch me with that look in your eyes. Like I’d betrayed you or something. Which I guess, I kinda did.”

“I don’t- Santi, I… what are you saying?”

“I’m saying…”

He cradles your face in his hands, gazing at you pointedly.

“It’s always been you, hermosa.”

“It- it has?”

“Yeah,” he laughs, resting his forehead against yours. “And I know this is complicated, and confusing, and all sorts of wrong, but… I’m sick of denying what I want.”

“We can figure it out,” you whisper. “It’ll take time, but, we can.”

“I know we can. I know.”

He leans in and presses his lips to yours, gently and tenderly.

“We’ll take it one day at a time,” he reassures against your mouth.

You nod, pulling back to rest your head on his chest.

“You can start by taking Emma home,” you mumble into his t shirt.

He laughs, pulling you in closer.

“You’re something else, you know that?”

“So I’ve been told,” you chuckle, wrapping your arms around his back.

“One day at a time,” he reassures quietly, rubbing patterns into your bare shoulders.

“One day at a time.”

[sokkigarden]

dancing with our hands tied (part i)

jamie tartt x female reader // nsfw 18+ // enemies to lovers // fwb

masterlist // read on ao3

summary: wearing the jersey of your self-proclaimed enemy wasn't supposed to go like this.

word count: 2.8k

decided to post this fic to tumblr! not sure if i will be doing a taglist, but i will be tagging each part with jamie tartt x reader + jamie tartt smut so if you are following those tags religiously (like me) then you can find it lol. its also on ao3 and will likely get updated there first if you'd like to subscribe that way. big shoutout to @whimsical-roasting for drafting this in our dms in a haze one night LMAO i would not have been able to write this without her<3333

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“No no no, there is no way I’m wearing that.”

Opposite of you, your best friend, Laney, stood with two Richmond jerseys in her hands. One said ‘Tartt’ across the back, the other, ‘McAdoo,’ but you already knew which one she wanted to wear. She had a raging crush on Isaac, so that left only one option for you.

And there was no way you were wearing Jamie Tartt’s fucking jersey.

You would never hear the end of it. As part of the team’s physio team, you had a good rapport with most of the players. You complimented them when they had a good match and joked around while working with them through their physical therapy treatments. 

You had a decent working relationship with everyone on the team. 

Everyone except for Jamie Tartt.

There was no question that since his return to Richmond, he had become a changed man, but his past words had left a lingering resentment. You didn’t think you were in the wrong to simply avoid interacting with the man. He hadn’t often been seen in the treatment room, and when he had, you typically passed off his treatment to another member of the team, along with some flimsy excuse for why you couldn’t do it.

But recently, as he trained more with Coach Kent outside of the dog track, he’d needed additional treatment. And as the new lead of the physio team, you were in charge of his treatment plan. 

In recent months, especially since working more closely with him, he’d started to notice the difference in behavior from you, leading to all sorts of jests and confrontations. Now, it seemed like he just got a kick out of teasing and inevitably pissing you off. You couldn’t help but fire some scathing shots back. What started out as a simple plan of avoidance had clearly backfired.

Now everytime he needed assistance with muscle cramps or pain medication, you got a conversation full of sarcasm and questions. It almost felt like sometimes he came in just to rile you up.

Just last week, Jamie came in to check on his ankle after a bad landing at training. You examined his leg and he made comments the entire time you had your hands on him.

“You know, I get waxed. Weekly. Everywhere.”

You had stumbled ever so slightly as you’d gone to grab an ice pack. You cringed inwardly, knowing this would only add more fuel to Jamie’s fire. You were tired of him getting the best of you, making you flustered. You wanted to fight back.

Turning back to him with the ice pack, you stared at him directly.

“Show me,” you challenged.

Jamie’s face held an incredulous expression.

“You mentioned it— you clearly want to,” you reasoned, shrugging your shoulders, “So show me.” 

You hoped your confidence in calling his bluff worked in your favor, and his face showed that he was clearly surprised by this turn of events. You couldn’t tell what he would do next. He rolled his eyes with that smug smirk on his face before he raised his eyebrows and lifted his shirt up. 

Sure enough, his chest was bare, showing off his sculpted muscles.

Jamie leisurely lounged across the treatment table, chest exposed, and you would be lying if you said your mouth didn’t water a little bit at the sight. Even after being around athletes on a daily basis, there was something about Jamie that just— hit different. His cockiness was surely annoying, but it was also incredibly arousing, as much as you hated to admit it. You felt a squeeze in your chest but you bit your tongue to keep yourself in line. There was no way that thought would ever bear fruit.

You shoved the ice pack into his lap, making sure some of it landed on the bare skin of his stomach, watching as he flinched a little bit at the abrupt action and cold temperature of the pack.

“Ice your ankle for twenty minutes, then stay off it the rest of the day,” you informed him, acting like the last few moments hadn’t happened. “You’ll be good to train tomorrow.”

Jamie scoffed at your indifference. He grasped the ice pack fully and let his shirt slide back down. 

“Sure, love, I’ll do that.” 

He knew you hated it when he called you by a pet name. That only made him use them more. You glanced back at him, staring into his eyes for a moment before you grabbed your bag. 

The tension in the room was palpable before you’d headed out to check on the rest of the players at training. You hadn’t said anything else as you’d left.

So, yeah. There was no way Jamie Tartt would ever let you hear the end of it if you showed up in his jersey number. 

“Oh, come on!” Laney pleaded. “I don’t want to wear a jersey alone.”

“Plenty of people do!”

“Yeah, but plenty of people don’t get to go behind the scenes and actually speak to the players,” she gushed. “I don’t want to meet them and look stupid all alone.”

“So instead, you want me to look stupid with you,” you gave her a flat look.

She smiled mischievously. “What? I thought it would be funny. You complain about him all the time.”

If only she fully comprehended the validity behind your complaints.

You knew there was no way you were ever going to win this fight, so you slipped on the jersey and braced for impact. You were happy to have Laney come along to a game, especially since you didn’t always attend matches and her being a big Richmond fan gave you an excuse to watch. You wanted today to be good, not just for you, but for her too. It was exciting to be able to take your best friend on a little ‘backstage’ tour during gameday. 

You hoped today would be good, and that you wouldn’t have any run-ins with the man who made your blood boil.

Alas, not even twenty minutes later, as you walked into the back of the Nelson Road stadium through the employee entrance, you promptly ran into none other than Jamie Tartt.

“Well well well, I didn’t realize someone was such a big fan,” the familiar Mancunian accent taunted behind you. 

You tried not to visibly cringe as you turned around to face Jamie. He was not yet in his kit, still wearing his street clothes: a monochrome denim set. It was frankly unfair how well the jeans fit him, but you refused to let your gaze linger for more than a few seconds. 

“Oh my, it's the infamous Jamie Tartt,” Laney greeted him playfully. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Your jaw clenched at her words as she reached out to shake his hand. He eagerly accepted.

“Have you?” he asked with a mischievous look in your direction that made you roll your eyes.

Laney nodded emphatically. “She talks about you all the time.”

You nudged her shoulder to get her to stop talking but she just looked at you innocently. She knew exactly what she was doing, and it seemed like Jamie did too.

“Oh, does she?” Jamie questioned. 

He was eating this up. His face was smug and you were sure this would haunt you for weeks to come. 

“Laney, why don’t you go get some snacks? Shouldn’t be a line since we are here a bit early. I’ve got to talk to Jamie before the match,” you said. “I’ll meet you at our seats?”

You smiled sweetly at her, but underneath the nice layer, you knew your eyes held an anger that had her quickly waving goodbye and scurrying off. You were more than happy to have her accompany you to a match, but this entire interaction was reminding you of why you hadn’t invited her sooner.

For a moment, you just stared at him. It was hard to look him directly in the eye sometimes. Despite the headstrong front you kept up, you weren’t used to dealing with such interactions. You weren't stupid, you knew that this dance you two engaged in fell close to flirting (at least that’s what Laney said), and when you looked directly at him, you remembered just how fucking hot he was.

It wasn't just his physical attributes. Sure, he was in excellent physical shape, and his hair looked particularly perfect ever since he started going a bit blond, and his lips were always in a little pout, just begging to be kissed. But it was also a little more than that. Seeing him step up to lead as they began Total Football, working as a team player while also getting in extra workouts to be the best he could be. You weren't blind. You could see his internal changes on the outside, somehow. He didn't seem as cold. He didn't seem as distant and prickish. Jamie’s change in demeanor changed how everyone saw him including himself.

And he seemed to look even hotter than he used to.

Was it possible for someone to just keep getting more and more attractive?

It was part of the reason he drove you up the wall. How did he so perfectly remain just a little bit of a prick while also being a better person? And why did he have to look so pretty while doing it? 

More and more people were making their way through the hallway as the dog track got ready for the match, and Jamie still stood in the middle, with an innocent, questioning look directed towards you.

You huffed before you grabbed his arm and shoved him into the treatment room. Even if he was acting oblivious to spectators, you didn’t want to put on a show when you once again ripped him a new one. 

His face was still prickish as you turned to look at him. He was clearly enjoying this much more than you were. 

“So you talk about me when I ain’t around, love?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.

“No, I don’t,” you said firmly. “And don’t call me ‘love.’”

He pursed his lips, “Seems like you do… love.”

He smiled cheekily at you and it took everything in you not to roll your eyes at him. Instead, you crossed your arms and put on what you hoped was your most serious face.

“I talk about everybody,” you defended, but he clearly wasn’t listening.

“Hmmm, and what do you say about me?” Jamie scratched his chin to mock being in deep concentration. 

“Mostly, I tell people you’re a pain in my ass.”

The statement seemed to shock Jamie out of his act and he narrowed his eyes at you. You knew it wasn’t the best idea to have a sparring match with a footballer right before a game. They were pent up with nerves and adrenaline as they prepared. 

After a moment of no response, you expected the conversation to be over and began to move toward the door, when he finally spoke up.

“Bend over, I’ll show you a pain in the ass.”

Now you’re the one who’s speechless. You let out a breathless laugh of shock, before rolling your eyes. You continued on your way to the door, moving to leave him in the room alone. Just as you go past him, he playfully smacks your ass. Before you have a chance to even choose your reaction, you let out what can only be described as a whimper mixed with a moan. 

You whirl around to look at him, and you both seem to be shocked by the noise. You can tell your face is burning with embarrassment as you stare at each other in a momentary state of shock. 

He recovers first, letting out a breath of a laugh. A smirk dances across his face.

“Liked that, did you?” he taunted.

You clearly didn’t recover as quickly, your reply coming out weaker than you’d like. “Shut up, Tartt.”

He stepped a little closer to you, and you stepped back instinctively, before you ran into the table set up next to the door. 

“I liked hearin’ it,” he said, his voice coming out like a rough whisper.

It all happened so fast. One moment you were barely processing how close the two of you were. Making direct eye contact, breathing the same air. In the next moment, you had spun around, shoving your own pants down around your knees as you heard him unzipping his jeans. He gripped your waist as he spanked you again, and you didn’t even try to suppress the moan that left your lips. 

He slid his dick in easily, and you were surprised at how wet you’d become from simply arguing with the man. He held you against his chest as he thrust into you, pressing a messy kiss to your neck, sucking slightly. Part of you was worried about him leaving a mark, but the thought was pushed to the back of your mind as he continued his journey along your neck. He raised your knee higher to rest against the table for a better position, and you groaned in unison as he thrust deeper inside you. You let your head fall back against his shoulder, leaning against him.

“You wanted this real bad, huh, angel?” he asked.

You nearly wept at the pet name. You made a noise of protest, but your voice came out near breathless from the intensity of it all. You felt like your knees would buckle from the sensation, so you gripped the table in an attempt to not fall.

“Fuck you— you wanted it more,” you defended, but just as you spoke, he hit deep inside you and left the end of your sentence turning to mush as you moaned.

The table wasn’t enough to grab onto, so you reached back and started to grip the strands of his hair. He groaned directly into your ear, and you felt your knees nearly give out entirely.

“Damn, you look so pretty with my name on your back and my dick inside you,” he mumbled as he ran his hand up to grip at your throat. The action wasn’t gentle, but the pressure was perfect.

You’d almost forgotten you were wearing his name across the back of your jersey. Of course he would think it was hot.

It surprised you when you realized you found it kind of hot too.

“Don’t get used to it,” you warned, “This isn’t happening again.”

Your harsh words felt like they had no meaning as you bucked against him. His own hips rose up to meet your own. Truth be told, you were getting your shit rocked and were already wondering when you could fuck him again. You felt your brain short circuiting. Your breaths were shallow as he moved his hand up to your mouth.

You bit his hand out of frustration, making him hiss and thrust his hips faster. He shoved his fingers into your mouth and you sucked instinctively, causing him to whine. 

“Jamie,” you gasped around his fingers, “I-I’m close.”

“Me too, love,” he panted in reply. You didn’t have it in you to correct him over the pet name, overcome with the sensations coursing through your body. 

He removed his fingers from your mouth and snaked his hand down your body to find your clit, adding extra pressure. He knows just the right way to move his fingers that has you falling apart in mere moments.

When you come, he turns your head to plant a wet, sloppy kiss on your lips as you both find your release. You find yourself kissing him back intensely, chasing his lips once he finally pulls away.

Your knees are weak at this point, fully leaning against him for support once he finally slips out of you and pulls his jeans back up. Before he has a chance to say anything between breaths, you reach for a towel off the shelves above you and clean yourself off.

You’re still out of breath as you finally look over at him. His face is shiny with sweat and you fear you look the same. You’ll have to stop by the restroom before you meet back up with Laney. 

Laney. 

The thought of your friend has you glancing at the clock on the wall, cursing yourself. Everything starts to come into clear view, and you wonder how you let things go this far. You just fucked Jamie Tartt. How the hell did that just happen?

You press your lips in a firm line. You try to keep your hands from visibly shaking.

“This is never happening again,” you tell him again, as you reach for the door handle to exit. 

As you open the door, Jamie scoffs.

“Sure, love,” he says, sauntering through the door that you opened, “I’ll see you after the match.” 

He leaves you with a wink before heading off to get ready for the match. If you thought he would be unbearable about the jersey, you had just made the entire situation so much worse. 

You weren’t sure how long you stood in the treatment room before you finally left as well.

[yaesnovels]

Hiiiiii if it's not a trouble to ask can I request a smut fanfic for Al Haitham with a gn reader who's really stressed out with school and isn't coping properly and Al Haitham knows when his baby needs some good spike chilling soul crushing sex go calm them down <3 squint to see the daddy and praise kink fjdjdndn thankyou<3333

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ coddled

✧. ┊    cw; fembodied!reader w no pronouns, no mentioned protection, oral (fem receiving), overstimulation, creampie, slight pregnancy kink ?!? idk, sweet to rough alhaitham

not proofread or anything, didn‘t have the energy to. lmk if there‘s something off tho, i‘ll correct it :] also, hope u don‘t mind that i didn‘t add the daddy kink, i don‘t really feel comfortable with writing that specific kink so </3

cuddling with alhaitham whenever you were insanely stressed always helped you calm down. his arms engulfing your body, sitting on his lap on your bed while he was whispering sweet nothings and pressing soft kisses on your forehead made you melt into his arms even more, eyes closed as you stopped thinking about everything akademiya related. 

“shh, baby, relax, i’m here, yeah? do you want me to help you relax properly?”, he then asked, making you look up to him. for a moment you were – once again – absolutely mesmerized by his beautiful face. your eyes focused on his lips for a moment, the urge to kiss him was so big in that moment. alhaitham couldn’t help but smile at how easily distracted you were. 

“eyes up here, my love. i asked you a question”, he mumbled, wanting your attention on him. alhaitham had noticed before that you were insanely stressed out at the moment because you had to hand in your paper for the akademiya and despite him supporting you in any way possible, you were still visibly struggling. even though, you didn’t want to admit this to him. 

“mhm, please distract me”, you buried your face against his neck, just wanting to be coddled by him until you just focused on him and you. 

alhaitham didn’t hesitate to lift your head up a little to finally kiss you properly like he wanted to do for a bit now since he had convinced you to take a break from studying. he continued by softly peppering soft kisses over your jaw and neck, making you giggle at how it tickled. you were feeling so secure in his hold and it managed to distract you enough from your work for the akademiya. 

“how do you want me to distract you, darling?”, he murmured. he already had an idea of how he was going to make you go brainless to the point that you’d forget all about the akademiya, hell about anything outside of your shared bedroom. 

you didn’t reply, feeling too exhausted to even come up with anything. alhaitham always had been a very observative person so he noticed that quite quickly. after discarding your top, he carefully turned you both around so you would be laying underneath him. 

when he started kissing down your body, you arched your back and shivering, fingers entangled in his already messy hair and pulling on the strands. when he finally reached the waistband of your shorts, he looked up, pausing because he wanted to make sure you were still with him and okay with him proceeding. 

“please, baby”, you mumbled. he smiled up at you, carefully untying the knot of the shorts before he pulled them down your legs, followed by your panties. not able to help himself, he leaned forward to plant a soft kiss on your clit, giggling at your body twitching at the surprise. 

“you’re so beautiful, you know that right?” 

before you were able to say or do anything, he finally dived in, licking up a stripe over your cunt. one taste and he was – as usual – absolutely obsessed with your taste, unable to stop. “sweetheart, you taste so wonderful”, he whispered while he continued with his tongue’s movements. the sweet moans you let out were like music to his ears and he absolutely adored it. “how did i end up so lucky with you darling? you’re the most stunning person i ever met in my life.” 

his words made your cheeks warm up as you got shy. at the same time, you were trying your best to conceal your moans in embarrassment by holding your hand over your mouth. he didn’t like that, of course. he wanted to make you feel good and make you stop worrying and thinking. 

“stop that, darling, or do i need to tie your hands again?”, he smirked, making you remember one of the previous .. ‘sessions’ you had with him. that one time where he made you cum over and over again, even making you squirt once – you didn’t even know you could do that – all the while he didn’t allow you once to touch him. 

you immediately shook your head as a no, wanting to feel him as close as possible to you. “good”, he mumbled against your thighs, where he was leaving soft kisses, while he was teasing your entrance with his index finger, slowly pushing it in. he didn’t wait long until he added a second finger to stretch you out a little. 

“oh, sweetheart, those sweet whimpers you let out. you sound so, so sweet. don’t worry, baby, you can cum if this already gets you close. you can cum as many times as your body can take, no need to wait for me to let you. just make sure to tell me when you can’t take it anymore, baby, because i will make sure you go completely brainless.” 

his fingers’ quick thrusts and his other hand’s thumb softly stroking over your most sensitive point had your legs shaking in pure pleasure. “i’m close”, you whined, not taking too long after until you were creaming on his fingers. before you could even calm down after that, he was already back leaning over your body, softly sucking on your neck. 

“felt good, sweetheart? you came so well for me, baby. don’t worry, we’re not even close to be done. i’m going to make you cum so many more times, till you beg me to stop”, he was smirking knowingly. him praising you like that made your heart flutter. 

he was quick to discard his clothes, hands next to each sides of your head while looked down on you with lidded eyes, indulging in your beauty. once you gave him the ‘yes’, he didn’t hesitate to align his tip to your entrance and gently pushing his thick cock inside of your hole. 

“fuck”, he moaned out, not expecting you to still so tight. “you feel so good, baby.” he was slowly pushing more and more in until you finally felt him hit your spot, eyes widening in surprise. “you okay?”, he checked in with you. 

you nodded only in reply, arms tightly wrapped around his broad shoulders. “please, please, please”, you were basically begging him already but you couldn’t even care less of how pathetic it was. not with him deep inside you, hips still. 

“shh, shh, i know it feels so good to be so full of me, baby, don’t worry, i’ll make you feel so good”, he promised. with that, he finally pulled out until only his tip was inside of your hole and pushed back in, hard. 

alhaitham was quick to build up a frantic pace. this was supposed to be all about you, but he couldn’t help but fuck you desperately for his own high. he just needed to come deep inside of you, paint your tight walls all white, make you come over and over. 

all he wanted was to make an entire mess of you both together until you were at the brink of passing out from the overstimulation. 

“you’re doing so good, baby, you’re taking me so, so well”, he kept on mumbling those sweet praises into your ear, making you smile. “i love you so much, you’re going to make me come so much inside of you. do you want that baby? do you want me to fill you up? want me to put a baby inside your belly, sweetheart?” he was gently brushing his hand over your belly at the thought of this. 

you nodded frantically, the image alone had you so excited and you squeezed down on him tightly. you whined his name, crying out in pleasure as you came around him. he let out a groan as he also finally came deep inside of you. he was filling you up, still slowly thrusting in and out of you to ride out both of your intense orgasms. when he looked down to where you both were still connected, he watched his cock get so creamy with your combined slick with every other thrust. 

“feel good, baby?”, he asked, brushing away a strand of your messy hair out of your face. he smiled as you nodded, leaning down to plant a kiss on your forehead. “good.” 

your eyes widened when he turned you around so that your face was pressing against the soft pillows. “surprised? i told you i wasn’t done with you yet, darling. i will fuck you so good that these sheets will be drenched and you’ll be at the brink of passing out. don’t think that me being soft and sweet to you once will change how i fuck you.” he grabbed your arms, pressing them against your lower back with one hand as he aligned his cock with your entrance once again, a hard thrust inside had you gasp and bite into the pillow as pain and pleasure mixed. he promised to make you brainless, after all. 

he intended to keep that promise as much as he could.

[tokosparrow]

May I please request Matthew Patel x reader protective headcannons? He is everything to me right now.

a/n: he’s literally my everything right now as well so thank you anon, let me know if you had something else in mind!! plus im listening to a matthew themed spotify playlist to help me get inspired :3

> i feel like matthew is pretty protective person in general, even before the two of you started dating (maybe he just had a huge crush on you)

> he always suggest you to hold onto his arm whenever you two are out in public and there’s a huge coward, he doesn’t want you to get lost and possibly get hurt.

> plus when you two shared your first kiss and saw sparks, he swore to himself to protect you at all cost, you two practically are soulmates :3

“you’re like a valuable gem in which i have to protect…or something…”

> he always has an excuse to have you on the one side of a sidewalk while he walks on the side where it faces the road when you two have a daily walk.

“but what if you get hit by a car :(..?”

“matthew….”

> whenever there’s something loud happening, whether if it’s a threating or not, he always puts himself infront of you and shield you, placing his hands over your head. he doesn’t like seeing you hurt okay :(?

“you okay (Y/N)?”

“mhm :)”

“good :)”

> but when you do somewhat get hurt, even if it’s like pretty small, he just like kissing it, which lead to kissing your face and lips which helps you forget how you got hurt in the first place, he’s such a sweetheart <3

> there’s even some times when you two have a sleepover at his or your house where when if you ever sleep first he just likes being close and keeping an eye on you, first to just admire you, and second to keep watch before going to bed himself.

> he likes wrapping his arms around you as he sleeps because it feels like he’s using his body as a sort of shield for you as you too sleep at these sleepovers or cuddling and such, he also just like hugging you in general <333

> in general, he’s very protective of you because he loves you and just doesn’t like it when you get hurt even if it’s big or small!!

matthew patel my beloved <3333

[ringdabel]

My thoughts on OP ships except im being 100% honest (P.1)

*LuNami - Cute but im not a big fan of it - Autisum and girlboss frfr - idm if its canon! I mean i like their moments of hugging and all, they're all so silly and i absolutely adore them! ^^ *LuHan - Nah... HARD pass... - I do not ship them at all and refuses to - their age gap is 12 and i think personally Boa is just having some kind of highschool crush -if this ship becomes canon...... bro im gonna stare in the distance and cry - If you ship these two...... NO OFFENSE! But What is wrong with you :[ *LuZo/ZoLu - MY EMOTINAL SUPPORT SHIP YIPPIEEEEE - They are so SO CANON u cannot convince me otherwise!!! - Dumb and Dumber. - I love and ADORE their dynamic! their interactions, first meetings, etc... EVERYTHING THEYRE SOOO CUTE AGHHCBSDBIL <3333 - The crew KNOWS they love eachother. They know what they are. - shamelessly kisses eachother goodnight - Zoro will die for Luffy, and Luffy will stop him. *LuSan/Sanlu - ONE OF MY FAV SHIPS EVER!!! Their interactions!! >>>>>> - WE KNOW SANJI LOVES HIM AND ADORES HIM. WE KNOW THAT ALREADY YOU FRENCH FRY - He wants to be Luffy's special boy in the OPLA, c'mon, its so obv - Sanji gets jealous when Luffy compliments other cooks other than him, its canon guys, trust me. MOVIE 6, THAT PHYSILOGICAL HORROR MOVIE OF OP. *ZoSanLu/ZoLuSan -POWER POLY LOVERS ON TOP! -i love them. *cries* -I have 400 pages of fanart featuring these stupid boneheads. - they sleep together and Luffy steals all the blankets - Zoro will def giving them his earings. aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh *LuKob/Koblu -Comfort ship of mine!!! THEYRE SO CUTE ITS ILLEGAL!!!! - I want them to reunite again, then hold hands and kiss eachother on the lips then go on cute little dates :[ - LUFFY IS KOBY'S GAY AWAKENING CHANGE MY MIND (i feel like hes more like bi or pan BUT) - Koby owns 6000 wanted posters of Luffy and its canon that he wants more of them. hes such a fanboy omg.... - If they ever date... they will have a matching handmade bracelet... Luffy's red and Koby's pink.... each has letters of eachother... - (ALSO THERES THIS FAV FIC OF THEM FROM AO3, THE AUTHOR IS okiedokeTM (madelinescribbles) AND THE FIC IS CALLED "Koby's Awful No-Good Very Confusing Day" CHECK IT OUT IF YOU CAN!!!!) - im very normal abt them (lie) *LuUso/UsoLu - Very cute ship!!1 - i personally see them as best friends more but its still verey cute! - They bond, they hug, they hit and they danced. yeah i get how ppl ship them!!!!!!!!! *LuLaw/Lawlu -Tbh.... its very cute! - i used to be obsessed with this ship bcs their dyanmic is so interesting, like Black cat and golden retriver! - i still kinda do ndcnas - Luffy reminds Law of Corazon bcs of his goofiness ughh CRIES - I hc Law that he has a soft spot for silly, goofy ppl, his sister, his crew, Corazon, LUFFY????????? He loves them but will never admit smh smh - When he ruins all of your well-planned plans that took you a whole week to make <3333333 *CobyLuLaw/KobyLawLu -AYEEEEEEEEEEE MY NEW FAV SHIP!!!!!!!!!!!!! - F**K BEING UNDERRATED, I WANT THIS TO BE KNOWN ACROSS THE WHOLE F**KING WORLD!!!!!! - PLSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS ITS SO CUTE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! U HAVE TO WRITE FICS ABT IT I NEED MORE OF IT!!!1 - I want to thank @orange-artist for drawing and having KobyLawLu on my breakfast table!!!!!!!!!! - AND FOR YOU THE PPL WHO WRITE THE FICS ILY - me omw to make brainrots of these three stupid peas in a pod, fishes in a bowl, pens in a pencilcase :]]]

[fields-of-grimes]

Dirty Thoughts | Carl Grimes

Request: Could you possibly write a fanfic where Carl has a real big crush on the reader and thinks very ‘Adult’ things about her and the clothes she wears only makes it happen more, and the reader likes Carl back. But one day they are hanging out by themselves and he gets a boner but tries to hide it as much as possible but the reader notices and tried to talk about it then it turns into him confessing and the reader says she knew he liked her but not that much. Then it ends in something smutty. [ the reader is experienced, no pet names] IF YOU DONT ITS OKAY!!<3333(that’s very specific and I’m sorry:()

Carl grimes x fem!reader

CW: smut

EVERYONE IS 18+

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Carl looked out his window, biting his lip as Y/N walked past his house in a crop top and shorts. His mind instantly became flooded with images of her lying on his bed, begging him to touch her.

His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on his bedroom door, he jumped at the noise. He cleared his throat before walking to the door, he opened it and held back a gasp as Y/N was revealed on the other side.

“Hey Carl, whatcha doing?” You asked him. He swallowed quickly before answering, “Nothing much, what um what about you?” He asked trying his best to not sound so awkward.

You giggled slightly biting your lip looking into his eyes, you always had a crush on him ever since Rick saved you from Woodbury and brought you back to he prison, you and Carl instantly clicked and became best friends, somewhere along the line you caught feelings for him, you knew he liked you back but you thought it was only in a friendly type of way, you thought he could never like you back the way you liked him, maybe thats was why you dressed the way you did, to get him to see you the way you saw him.

You were brought back to reality by Carl’s hand waving in front of your face. “Hello? Earth to Y/N anyone home?” He asked laughing.

You blushed slightly and nodded. “Sorry i must’ve zoned out for a second, anyways i wanted to see if you wanted to hangout for a little bit?” You asked him smiling a little.

He nodded and moved out of the way so you could enter his room, he stared at your ass, as you walked to his bed. He shook his head a little attempting to rid his mind of the thoughts of fucking you right then and there, and sat next to you on his bed leaving a very noticeable gap between the two of you.

You leaned over to grab a comic, your shirt riding up showing a lot of under boob, Carl gasped as he felt himself getting hard. He quickly grabbed a pillow and placed it over his boner hoping you didn’t see it. He grabbed a comic and began reading it.

You bit your lip and slid a bit closer to him, leaving a smaller gap between the two of you, your arm accidentally hit the pillow moving it slightly, Carl didn’t notice that it had moved but when you began reading the first page of your comic, you saw his boner out of the corner of your eye. You began blushing and cleared your throat.

“Um Carl?” You asked looking over at him. He hummed slightly letting you know he was listening. “You’re um, you uh, i can see.” You stopped talking trying to find the words, he looked up at you confused. “English please?” He said laughing. You swallowed hard blushing even more before speaking. “You’re um well you’re pitching a tent.” You said motioning your eyes to his boner.

His eye followed your motion and he gasped before covering it and leaning over covering his face with his hands. “Oh my god im so sorry, i uh i read a sex page in my comic.” He said, you just sighed knowing he was lying. You got all of his comics for him since you were older by maybe 3 or 4 years, you kept all the explicit comics to yourself knowing Rick and Michonne would not appreciate you giving him rated R comics, even if he is old enough to know what sex is.

“Bullshit, i get your comics for you, i know what they are before you get them. Talk to me what caused it i wont laugh or make fun of you i promise.” You said rubbing his back comforting him.

He sighed and looked at you. “You caused it, i like you a lot Y/N, fuck i think im in love with you, and every time i see you i just want you touch me, and when you showed up in this wanting to hang out i just started thinking about how much i want to have sex with you, and i sound like a idiot, you must hate me now.” He said putting his face back into his hands.

You looked at him shocked, all this time you thought he only liked you as a friend, you never knew he thought about you that way. You put your comic down and looked at him. “Okay.” You said grabbing the pillow and throwing it off the bed. You bit your lip as you stared at his boner, you felt yourself becoming wet.

“What?” He asked looking at the pillow then back at you. “Y/N what are you doing?” He asked as he watched you move so you were straddling him.

“You said every time you see me you want to fuck me and you want me to touch you, so i can either suck you off and then we can fuck or we can just skip the foreplay and get straight to it.” You said as you rolled your hips on his erection moaning softly.

He bit his lip and placed his hands on your hips helping you move them, groaning softly himself. “Let’s do the first one please.” He said leaning his head back.

You got off of him and helped him take off his pants and boxers. Your eyes widened as ou were nearly smacked in the face by his erection. If anything Carl was definitely not on the small side. You wrapped your hands around his length pumping him softly before taking him into your mouth, bobbing you head up and down at a steady pac. He moaned loudly but quickly covered his mouth silencing his moans incase his dad or anyone else was home. You slowly started to massage his balls, bobbing your head faster as you felt him twitching in your mouth, he soon after came down your throat. You pulled away swallowing his cum.

He reached over you and opened his nightstand pulling out a condom, he sat back down and slid it on, helping you out of your clothes. You gave him a shocked looked. “Why do you have a condom in your drawer?” You asked. He blushed and looked away for a second then looked back at you. “I had a dream about this happening and stole some from Glenn incase this ever really did happen.” He said blushing harder as his eye fell to your breast.

You giggled and kissed him softly before straddling him, with one hand you grabbed his shaft positioning the tip at your entrance before sliding it into you, with the other hand you had it tightly gripped on his shoulder. You winced at the pain, this wasn’t your first time, you had a lot of experiencing unwillingly at Woodbury but Carl was most definitely on the larger side.

“You okay Y/N?” He asked as he was fully inside you noticing the pure look of discomfort on your face. “Yeah I’m okay, its just been awhile since ive done this.” You said as you started to bounce up and down at a steady pace, moaning softly. Carl’s hands were placed on your hips groaning in pleasure as he helped you bounce up and down.

Carl kissed you silencing both of your moans in fear of someone hearing. You moaned into his mouth, speeding your pace up, the feeling of your stomach tightening caused you to break the kiss, “Carl I’m close.” You said whining in pleasure wrapping your arms around him and pulling him closer. He held you tightly and nodded into your chest. “I think i am too.” He said sucking on your nipple, you moaned loudly before cumming all over his length, he shot his load into the condom before laying backwards taking you down with him.

You looked at him smiling, “This does mean we’re dating now right?” You asked him, he laughed before nodding. “Yes it does.” He said as he slid out of you, you laid next to him lying your head on his chest.

“Carl? Y/N?” You heard Rick’s voice coming from the hallway, you both quickly got dressed and sat on the bed just as the door opened. “Hey what’re you two up to?” Rick asked looking at the both of you.

You shrugged and looked up at him. “We’re just reading comics nothing to exciting.” You said before looking back down at your comic. “Alright well Maggie and Glenn are having us over for dinner, just wanted to let you guys know. Don’t have too much fun.” Rick said as he closed the door.

You and Carl looked at each other before bursting out in laughter.

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I’M BACK!!!!!! Sorry for the shitty ending i didnt know how else to wrap it up

[fluentmoviequoter]

hey! i loved your imagine with dalton, so i was wondering if you could write another one with possesed Dalton x reader! Please<3333

Thank you much!!!

What I Said in the Dark

A/N: I may or may not have done a little happy dance when I saw you sent another request; thank you so much!! This was requested several times and I enjoyed writing it, although I'm not sure how I feel about the final product.. please let me know what you think! Hope you enjoy :)

Update: Part 2 has been posted! What We Do in the Dark

Warnings: canon typical violence/threats, I used Dalton's possession scenes from Insidious (2010) and The Red Door (2023) as inspiration, lots of 'closing the door' symbolism, angst. 1.1k+ words

Dalton’s voicemail message plays for the fifth time in as many minutes while you look at Chris and huff. “He’s still not answering.”

“He’s fine; probably just painting,” Chris reasons. “Or has company. You don’t have to babysit him, you know?”

“I’m just worried. The power was out longer than before and you know how he is about the dark.”

“I know that he is a big boy who can take care of himself, and I know that we’re going to be late if we don’t leave now.”

Debating how much time you have, you bite your lip and look at the small drawing Dalton had given you sitting on the nightstand.

Chris sighs and moves toward the door. “I also know that you won’t be able to enjoy yourself until you know he’s ok. Go check on him, invite him, whatever, and I’ll see you later.”

Responding with a farewell, you gather your things and walk through the halls to Dalton’s dorm. Since becoming friends with both him and Chris, you find yourself here often and find pride in the fact you’re close enough to Dalton that you don’t have to knock. You open the door as you say Dalton’s name. Closing the door behind you, you notice all the lights are out, and Dalton is standing in the corner, out of fear of the dark, you presume.

“Dalton? Do you need me to plug your lights back in? The power came back on but you might need to reset the power strip.”

Dalton slowly turns to face you, exposing the black substance covering his face. In the darkness, you can’t tell if it is paint, lipstick, or - an idea pulled straight from your nightmares - blood. You freeze, willing your body to do or say something, but everything seems stuck in time.

“I know what you are,” a deep voice calls.

Your eyes snap to Dalton’s lips, which remain closed as the voice speaks again.

“I only kept you around because I felt bad, but I’m over it. Now, I’ll rip your innards out.”

“Dalton, whatever this is, you are stronger than it,” you say shakily, stepping back as he cocks his head to the side.

He smiles, which causes the black substance to leak from his mouth. You swallow and attempt to reset your calm facade as you swing your hand behind your back in a fruitless aim for the doorknob.

“Going somewhere?” The voice asks, causing you to flinch backward and run into the door.

Dalton opens his mouth, causing what you now believe to be black blood to pour onto the floor and splash against his clothes as he rushes toward you. With your back to the door, you have no escape as he grips your arms and leans in. As he gets closer, the blood stops appearing, and his face shifts into a different nightmarish creature. No longer sure if Dalton is even in this new face, you choke on a scream as it licks your cheek with its long tongue, tightening its grip on your arms as you try to reach the doorknob again.

“Dalton, please!” you yell, losing the battle against your tears.

The creature pulls away from you, putting you face-to-face with what looks like Dalton.

“Are you back?” You whisper.

The answer is his hands raising to your neck, crushing your windpipe as he pushes you further into the door, using all of his weight against you. You swing your arms and kick, but he doesn’t feel anything. As your vision blurs, you pull your hand away from Dalton and move it toward the light switch. You hit it, hearing the satisfying ‘click’ as it raises. A short-lived victory, however, as you realize the light was never off, but the power is out again. Out of ideas and nearly out of oxygen, you say Dalton’s name once more. He leans in further, putting his ear to your mouth as if he wants to hear you die. As your eyes close, you feel like you’re falling… and Dalton won’t try to catch you.

“Hey? Hello? Wake up, sleepyhead,” someone says as they poke you repeatedly.

You force your eyes open to see Chris leaning over you, her facial expression flitting between amusement and concern.

“Why are we sleeping on the floor tonight?” She asks. “You and Dalton hang out without me?”

You sit up, rubbing your neck as the memories from last night hit you harder than falling to the floor.

“Where is Dalton?” You ask, taking Chris’ offered hand and standing.

“I dunno. I just got here.”

The door opens as she finishes her sentence, and you both look up to see Dalton closing the door behind him - his clothes are somehow free of blood, as are yours. He smiles when he sees you both.

“What’s up?” He asks as he grabs his art bag.

“Chris, can you give us a minute?” You ask.

She looks at you questioningly, then winks at Dalton before leaving.

“Do you remember what happened last night?” Your hands rise to your neck on their own accord.

“No. I was painting, then I woke up down the hall. Guess nothing terrible happened or I would have remembered it.”

“Can I ask one more question?” You walk to the door and open it as you talk, feeling claustrophobic now that you’re alone.

“Of course.”

“Are you only my friend because you feel sorry for me? I know it’s a weird question but please be honest with me, I’m sick of lies.”

“Lies?” Dalton walks closer to you, then stops in front of you and leans down to look into your eyes, almost identical to the position you found yourself in last night.

“I just - it feels like you’re keeping something from me.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Do you want me to leave? Get out of your life?”

“Why are you asking?”

“You said something last night.”

“Whatever I said probably wasn’t true. It’s usually not me talking once it’s dark, if you get what I’m saying?”

“You said you only kept me around because you felt sorry for me and someday you’d rip my innards out. Even if that wasn't you, how am I supposed to say ‘Oh, that wasn’t really Dalton, it’s probably fine?’” Dalton quickly licks his lips as he stands to his full height.

“That first part was true. I wish you’d walk out right now. I wouldn’t notice a difference if you weren’t in my life; other than improvement.”

You nod numbly and put your hand on the doorknob, still looking at Dalton as you try to keep him from seeing your heartbreak.

“Good luck, Dalton. You’re gonna need it. Don't underestimate whatever is in the darkness; I'm not sure you know how dangerous it is.”

“Thanks,” he says as he turns to gather his stuff. “Bye.” You finally turn and close the door on Dalton.

As the door clicks shut, the blood begins to flow once again.

[suzzukiiii]

hello! :33

i wanted to request something for simon “ghost” riley x fem!Reader and there’s an age gap between them where reader is 19 and simon is in his late 30s and he moves in next door to her and her family and she starts getting a little crush on him then simon finds out about it and starts teasing her about it you can choose if there is smut :3 i would love to see what you do with this!

have an amazing day/night! <3333

ɢʜᴏꜱᴛ ᴍᴏᴠɪɴɢ ɪɴ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴅᴏᴏʀ ☆

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ ☆

a young female notices that someone finally moves in next door, she decides to talk to him. ☆☆☆

pairing; female!reader x ghost. !! a/n; there will be a part 2 of course, i just wanted to post something lol. !! genre & disclaimer; fluff i think ?? contains age gap

it was a sunny afternoon, and y/n was sitting on their porch, enjoying the weather, when she noticed that someone was moving into the house next door. it was a tall man, probably in his late 30's, carrying a bunch of boxes. strangely, he was wearing a mask? he then walked outside the house again to grab more boxes, when he noticed someone staring at him. he turned his head to the young female. he asked in a deep, cold tone that suggested he might be a little irritated, "can i help you?". the sound of his british accent was quite noticeable. y/n's eyes widened, realizing that she had been caught staring at him. a nervous stutter was heard from her as she replied. "uh, no. sorry, i was just...looking around." the guy looked away and continued transporting the boxes.

never ever had y/n seen someone like that. wearing a mask, randomly like that, and who knows why? she somehow found it attractive though, as-well as his muscular build, deep voice, and him surely being way older... this guy was totally her type.

the day went on and y/n just couldn't stop thinking about his voice, his line just went over and over through her mind. "do i try to talk to him tomorrow? like give him some sort of welcome gift..?" she thought to herself. "he seems a bit scary though.."

and then she fell asleep.

day after,

y/n woke up. it was a saturday, which meant no school. she thought of maybe baking something to the new neighbour. she instantly went on her phone to find a few recipes, and with that, about an hour later, the house was filled up with aroma of the choclate cake y/n just had made, feeling proud of herself. she went to her room to go and grab a cute outift, letting her hair out and left the house with the choclate cake in her hands. she then knocked on the door of his and suddenly felt her heart beating faster, she started to feel nervous.. "this isn't too much, is it? but this might be the chance where i could ask about the mask he's wearing...." she began to think. not so long after, the door opened, only to reveal the tall and muscular man.

"hello! me and my family live next door, i thought i would bake something for you as a welcome.." y/n stated, pretty quickly, but was good at hiding her nervousity.

the neighbour looked down at her, he had to be around 6'4 or something as tall as he looked. "you didn't have to do that, but thank you" he stated and took the cake, he placed the cake on a table and walked to the front door. he didn't really say anything after that, as if the conversation was over but y/n quickly came up with something.

"...your name?" she slowly questioned, waiting for him to answer. "name's simon ghost riley. you can call me simon" he responded. "and yours is?"

"my name is y/n! nice to meet you." she exclaimed, stretching out her hand, waiting for him to shake her hand. he looked down at the empty hand and then shook it. his hands were big, firm, yet soft. she couldn't help but feel her heart skip a beat. "nice to meet you" he replied. he then let go of her and was about to walk inside his home. "well, i'll see you around" he implied before closing the door. y/n was just completely frozen about what had just happened while her hair swinged with the wind. her heart was beating fast and a thousand emotions came across her body.

part 2 coming up tomorrow !!

[livelaughlaw3]

Panic Attack

TW : panic attack, trauma, sadness, sickness, fluffy end <3333

Shanks is only your Captain in this story. (He has two arms because he's too smart to have lost his arm that way and Oda already said it was his editor who told him to tell that story.)

Big argument in the crew, the Captain was furious as rarely with some of his teammates. The others tried to diffuse things but it didn't work. You cleaned the ship from top to bottom, to distract yourself. Your whole crew is out, Shanks thought you were too, until he heard the water in your bathroom running.

He sat on your bed, waiting for you, realizing that you were showering. But for a long time, more than an hour, he crossed his arms behind his head. He lies down in your bed, he was planning to ask you out. You rinse, detangle your hair, clean the tiles. As you try to step over your bathtub, you tense up. Your heart seems to be hardening in your chest and you feel very hot. The palpitations, the shortness of breath, the dizziness, you feel the anxiety attack coming on you. You slide on the floor, you could sit back down but you can no longer move your body. You remain lying on your back, arms at your sides. You cry, looking up at the ceiling as you see the walls getting closer to you. As if you were going to be crushed, without being able to do anything. You are trembling, the hot flashes from the beginning have dissipated to give way to shivers. You can't cover yourself, can't talk, can't scream, can't move. You've reached the peak of your panic attack, you think you're dying.

Shanks even starts to doze off, he gets up. "Treasure ? It's me. Everything is fine ?" He doesn't hear a response, he scratches the back of his neck. He paces around your room, wondering if he's even allowed in. It's your privacy but at the same time, if something happens to you while he was there and he didn't do anything to prevent it, he will blame himself for the rest of his life. He takes a deep breath and opens the door. He puts his hand over his eyes before and expected you to push him out of the room. But nothing at all, he withdraws his fingers little by little, until he looks at you on the ground.

He kneels down, finding you, totally naked, on your back, tears in your eyes. The blank stare, as if you were in another dimension. Spasms, as if waves of fear were hitting your body. You stare at the ceiling, but not really at the ceiling. As if you weren't mentally present. He takes your face in his hands “Y/N ? It’s your Captain, please answer me.” Your eyes are haggard and his voice doesn’t reach your ears. You feel like you're going crazy, like you're coming out of your body. His voice still keeps you awake and connected to reality even if you can't move or respond to him. “What’s the matter my heart ? Did you fall ?” You continue to tremble with your hands clenched, he lifts your upper body onto his own knees. He opens the drawer and wraps a towel around your body. He kisses your forehead, checks your temperature with his hand. “Y/N ? Answer me… I'm here, sweetie. I'm here now." He looks at you but can't calm you down. He blocks your thighs with his forearm to stop them from shaking any more. He strokes your hair, checks to see if you were hurt by falling or passing out. Trying to look as little as possible, you have slight bruises. In a soft voice, he says to you “I love you, look at me.. Angel.. Look at me.” He puts his arms under your thighs and under your neck then lifts you to your bed. He removes your pillow to lay you down, on the same level. He dries you off and dresses you, searching your drawers for panties, a tank top and a skirt. He dresses you slowly, still looking at you. He lifts your upper body to sit up too and rest your head on his thighs. He strokes your hair, your face, one arm still blocking your thighs. “Honey, it’s me, it’s Shanks.” You breathe little and search for air, without success.

Little by little, you feel soft kisses on your face. Then his voice, a little closer and reassuring “I’m right here, my love.” He covers you and strokes your hair to relax you. He unfolds your hands, clenched against themselves, to hold them in his hands. “It’s okay my doll, it’s nothing, it’s nothing.. Shhhh, I love you, I love you, think of me, little heart, I’m here, look I’m holding your hands. Hold on darling, hold my hands.” He finally manages to capture your gaze, he dries your tears and holds you against him. Lifting your body against his chest to kiss you on the forehead and relax you. One of your hands is brought back to his shoulder, encouraging you to hold him. Your other hand is brought back to your chest, under his own hand. “Breathe my beauty. I'm here, I'm here. I wouldn't let anything happen to you, sweetie. Do not worry." You finally nod, still sniffling. Your cheek pressed against his muscular chest and his strong arms which hold you as if no one could touch you, reassure you little by little. He helps you with breathing exercises, which you try. He lowers your hand to your stomach, while he places his own, between your chest “Again honey, again. Do you feel my hand there ?” You nod, he kisses your forehead several times. He rocks you in his arms, feeling you begin to breathe normally again. “It’s going to be okay, you won’t die, doll. It’s just a panic attack, it’s not real.” He checks your head with his fingers to make sure you haven't hurt yourself.

He briefly explains to you what happened and asks you if you want him to rinse you again, since you were on the ground. But he answers himself, before you do. “You already cleaned everything this morning, I’m stupid, forget it, Y/N.” He runs his hands up and down your thighs. You tell him, your voice hoarse “The walls.. they.. they.. are.. getting.. closer..” He shakes his head, hugging you a little tighter. “It’s just a feeling, my moon. I’m right here, I have your hand in mine.” You nod, he smiles at you, looking at you intently. You are pale, he steps back to the wall and makes you straddle him, neatly, then takes your face in his hands to kiss you, where he can. He continues, until you regain color and tickles you lightly to see you smile. He covers you properly and holds you against him. You look at his collarbone and his neck when he speaks. “I apologize for coming in..”, “No.. it’s-it’s.. nothing.. t-thank you.” You rest your cheek against his chest, breathing in his scent which relaxes you. “Don’t be embarrassed Y/N, okay ? I did not see anything." You nod, he holds you tight, you let yourself go, cherishing his touch. He places his chin on your head and says “Thank you for today.. It’s so darling. You shouldn't have tried so hard..” You state that it's nothing serious.

You risk asking him if he's still angry, with the argument in the morning. You raise your head to look at him, he nods. You ask “Are you mad at me too ?..” He frowns “No baby, never. It has nothing to do with you, you didn’t do anything, sweetie.” He kisses you on the forehead, you ask him “Y-You.. w-wanted.. to see me ?..” He tells you yes, you stare at him attentively. He sighs “I wanted us to go eat.. Together.. Just the two of us..” You accept, you love your Captain “Aaahhhh.. uh.. okay..” He widens his eyes, jumping with joy "It's true ? You really want to go ?" You nod your head “Yes !!” He smiles, kisses you all over your face “Oh my princess, let’s go then but I’m carrying you !!!” You accept, smiling “Okay..” He looks in your wardrobe for a cardigan that he puts on then he braids your hair. He squats down and puts socks on you as you cling to his shoulders. He puts your flip flops on and holds your hand all the way to his room. He puts on his cape, his sword and leans towards you to carry you. Like a bride, you find a restaurant on the island, he pulls out your chair, orders, pays for you, makes you laugh.

You briefly talk about the argument again but tell him that the crew loves him and that they will all make up. He orders you what you want, throws you on his shoulder, running with you to the beach. You stay there for an hour, talking about everything, then you go back. You in his arms, who doesn't touch the ground, all evening. When you arrive on the bridge, no one has returned yet. He tickles you to make you laugh, you run to escape him, without success. You end up falling on him, laughing. He hugs you, bites you, pinches your cheek to make you laugh, kisses you. “Are we sleeping together tonight ?” You nod, he puts you in your pajamas, makes you sleep in his room with him. He turns on his heater, covers you a lot, hugs you tight all night.

You continue to sleep with him for a few days, so that he can take care of you, especially with your bruises after the fall. He reconciled with the crew. You explained to him why and precisely what the anxiety attacks were. And he made you promise to come see him, as soon as it happens to you, even to call him shouting but to always warn him.

Enjoy - Do not copy or repost anywhere. Republish of course if you like it. I made edits on Tiktok too if you want to check 🫶🏻

[poppy-metal]

leave it to me to get horny w smth pure and domestic..*sighs* anyway imagine it’s night and u n art are all sleepy and your doing your nighttime routine together in the bathroom (like that one bring it on scene) and ur giggling at eachother for no reason and afterwards you try cuddling but maybe arts too needy and ur teasing him (as if u aren’t too) so it leads to somno and/or cock warming 😔 somno my beloved <33

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gonna cry domesticness w art <3333 he's in his soft cotton shirt and briefs and you're in one of his shirts that's big on you and you keep brushing against his arm while you brush your teeth and giggling. it's that feeling of butterflies like being close to your high-school crush - but he's your husband. your forever boyfriend - n that makes you giddy. makes you rush into bed and bounce on it in glee like a little kid because you get to sleep together! with your HUSBAND!

"its like a sleepover." you tell him, still giggling and breathless and hes so endeared by you. comes up and his hands come to your waist, pulling you into him - standing on the bed you're only a little taller than him, arms looped around his neck. "wanna see who can stay up the longest?"

"hm." his smile is small - happy. his hands slide under your - his - shirt to skim up your bare sides. his palms are big and warm and make your heart race. you're already leaning in and his next words are murmured against your lips. "I'm not very tired."

his voice sends a warm shiver through you. your lips part against his - your tongues touching. you kiss hot and wet and your hands curl into his shirt - you moan into him - let him guide you onto your back and press on top of you. he tastes like the mint toothpaste you share and he's so warm and big and husband husband husband. all yours.

you end up on your side - spooning - his body curled around yours, your thighs curled up just a little - his cock gliding in and out of your slick cunt. he feels so good inside you - you'll never get tired of this sensation - the stretch of him inside - the feel of his body touching yours - moving together. your ass rocks back against his pelvis and he moans softly into your ear, lips pressed there - "I love you - " he gasps, "god - I love you so much - "

you squeeze around him. hot and tight. kiss his hand that you're clutching to your cheek, his arm banded around your breats to anchor you to him - "love you too." you moan. "you feel so good inside me."

you feel him pressing kisses against the back of your neck. there's no rush to cum - just a gentle rocking- his cock gently tugging in and out of your pussy - balls pressed snug against the lips of your cunt. "you're so warm - " he noses along your throat. " - and tight." he sucks your flesh into his mouth. "feels - ah - you feel incredible, baby."

you end up falling asleep first. the gentle rocking of your bodies swaying you into comfort far too easily. the comforting weight of your husbands cock inside you making you feel content. you murmur something about him staying inside - not pulling out, please - and then you're gone.

[mymelodymia]

girls Dad!Tony stark x daughter!reader

summary: you come out to your dad.

Warnings: fear of coming out, is period mention a warning?

A/N: yall remember that camilla girl from my first day of school fic? So I brought her back, and her and y/n have been best friends since the day they met, but they start to feel a bit differently about each other. And y/n is around 14-15 here.

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You had your suspensions about your sexuality from a very early age, in the 4th grade, you didn't really know what was going on. There was this new girl who you thought was beyond beautiful.

Her eyes, her smile, you thought everything about her was perfect. Sadly, she moved away soon after.

You, at age 10, thought it was just hormones given that you were getting closer to that age. Little did you know....

You decided to keep it to yourself, but you began to become more distant to those you loved. For reference, you hadn't been focused during the times you were in the garage. And tony, your father took notice of this sudden distance.

"Y/n," he called after noticing you were zoned out again.

"Hm"

"What have you not been telling me?" He asked, you sighed

"Ive just been distracted is all, nothing big." You said shrugging your shoulders. Tony knew it was something bigger, and he was going to figure it out. No matter how long it took, he just wanted his baby girl back.

*fast forward to when your older, 14-15*

You lived at the avengers tower now. And made some new friends. It was weird hanging out with people 3 times your age at first but you got used to it.

You walked into the kitchen, in search for a snack. You grabbed a bag of chips and began chowing down on it. When your phone started to ring, vibrating on the kitchen counter.

You looked at the screen to see who was calling, 'camilla❤️' it read. You smiled and answered.

"Hello? What do you want" you said (not in a mean way)

"Just wanted to call and see how you were doing." She replied in a soft tone, you loved hearing her voice.

You had started to develop a small crush on her. You were in the denial stage. you had thought you were bisexual. (Small head shaking) but you began to think of it as something more.

"You should come over later today" you said nervously, butterflys dancing in your stomach.

"Heck yeaahhh." You heard her cheer from the other end of the phone.

"Okay." You said smiling to yourself.

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You heard the door bell ring a little while later, jumping up off of the couch and running to the door.

"Hi!" You both said in unison, hugging each other. She hugged you like she did every day, but this time it felt different. You shook it off as you heard tony call out.

"Whos at the door?"

"Its camilla" you responded just as he appeared from the corner. You grabbed her hand and ran to your room. You treasured that feeling so much.

You plopped down on your bed as she reached for the remote on the night stand. Turning on whatever movie she saw first.

You looked at her, admiring her beauty <3333

Either she was a very good actress, or you were just so blindly In love, you didn't notice how she showed signs of liking you as well.

She looked down at you, you immediately looking away. You decided that today you were going to tell her that you thought you liked girls.

You were beyond scared, what If she doesn't want to be friends with you anymore, you had known her since kindergarten. So that would break your heart.

"Y/n, whats wrong?" The young girl asked. You couldn't even focus on the movie, it was your favorite movie too.

"Cami......i-i think i like girls....." you said, mentally punching yourself in the gut for your hesitation.

"So im not the only lesbian in our friend group huh" you stared at her in disbelief. Your jaw dropping to the floor. She chuckled at this, and waved her hand in your face.

"Helloo? Earth to y/n, hehe" she giggled. Making you feel that blissful feeling of butterflys again.

"Y/n, i really like you" she confessed. Making you let out an audible gasp in shock. After a moment you spoke up

"I really like you too" you said, a smile dancing on your lips. You had finally done it, all the pressure, all the worrying, all gone. Wait, what about your dad?

"Crap, what am i gonna tell my dad?" You asked her as your mind began to race. You weren't listening to a single word she said, you were spiraling into a panic.

Untill you felt her grab the back of your neck with both hands and pull you close, pressing her lips against yours, for a moment you froze. Not sure what to do. But you eventually got it and kissed her back.

"Now are you gonna listen?" She asked pulling away from this gentle touch.

"Its still debatable but for the most part yeahhahah" you laughed, feeling stupid for not telling her earlier.

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tony was working in the workshop when you walked in. It had been weeks since you told cam. And after a few dates, you officially had a girlfriend.

You walked into the workshop where he was currently working.

You sat down fiddling with your fingers. Nervs oozing into your stomach, and tony took note of this.

"Hey, whats wrong baby?" He asked you, taking your hand in his. Rubbing it with his thumb.

You sighed and gripped onto his hand muttering a small "come here" and lead him to the living room. And sat him down. You took a deep breath and just said it, as fast as you could. Cam had told you to just rip it off like a band-aid.

"I have a girlfriend." You said, lips parted, eyes looking straight down into the carpet. You looked up at him, expecting him to be upset but you saw the opposite. He looked at you with delicate eyes, a very soft expression on his face.

"Thats what you wanted to talk about" he said standing up, you following his movements. He took your hands once again.

You felt your eyes start to water. And tony saw this, giggled and pulled you into his arms.

"Are you about to be on your period or something?"

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Tony would be the most supportive father ever. He let you get one of those giant wall banners of the lesbian flag. He got you a pride bracelet, that you wore everywhere.

Imagine coming out to the avengers. In my mind it went down like this.

You were making noodles on the stove, when someone behind you had asked if you had a boyfriend yet. You turned around your bowl in hand.

"Well, im gay so...." imagine all the awkward staring all across the room. Tony would be like "yeahh! Thats my girl!"

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[cressthebest]

Crimson Rivers thoughts pt. 4

chapter 7:

1. “He's never really grown attached to anyone as a servant before; no one cares about him, so he returns the favor. And yet, when it comes to this group of people….. Remus finds that he's come to care about them so much in such a short amount of time.”

there needs to be a dramatic sobbing emoji for this

2. goddd it’s the way that everyone tries so badly to give remus his humanity back and they all know it’s not gonna last forever and he’s gonna have to eventually go back to being a silent servant

3. 🫣😳 IS WOLFSTAR ABOUT TO HAPPEN???

4. it did not, but i’m ready

5. 😒 rita skeeter can suck my metaphorical dick

6. shit what secret is james about to get on that stage and reveal? is he about to pull a peeta?

7. god he’s gonna pull a peeta, but in the sense that’s he’s gonna fuck up and reveal it, not reveal it on purpose

8. regulus has james pinned against the wall and all james can think is that he’s gorgeous

9. “”Yes, of course you're pretty, Sirius." "Thank you. Moving on. I need an explanation."” LMAO

10. “"Do not tell me my little brother abused you into forming a crush."” LMAOOOOO

chapter 8:

1. not everyone just straight up telling remus that sirius likes him 😭😭😭 no hesitation

2. “People don't get to attend their own funeral, and yet James has already made himself at home in his grave.” holy fucking shit

3. omg the memory thing with sirius is actually fantastically written for ptsd. i have an (ex)friend who would experience moments like that a lot. i love the research put into this

4. “It's the worst thing that ever happened to him, and he would do it again a hundred more times for Regulus. It fucked him up beyond repair, and he wouldn't go back to choose differently, even if it meant he got to be whole again.”

the angst in this chapter is just coming atcha i guess

5. goddd the way the real or not real is applied in this fic hurtsss

6. awww bashful wolfstar

7. god. i keep being told that sirius killed 12 people. half his competition. that’s literally crazy. poor sirius

8. awwww they’re holding hands and crossing boundaries <3333

9. 😳 are they about to fuck? they’re joking about fucking?? dudes? you haven’t even kissed yet

10. remus is just fucking with sirius again 😭😭 he’s so funny your honor

11. i love reg’s little routines. it’s so me coded <3

12. oh god, the revealing of their crushes on one another is killing me

13. RED FUCKING ALERT!!! JEGULUS IS HOLDING HANDS???? HOLY SHIT

14. they’re cuddling. i need another heavily dramatic sobbing emoji with snot coming out of the nose and big sobs and tons of tears to heavily express how much this is affecting me