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I just wanted to request a small little part 2 of the request i made. so i was thinking the reader is starting to show and she is keeping it hidden from her parents they go to her room and find her and tate asleep in her bed the readers parents notice her baby bump and they already know it was Tate's baby her dad then starts to beat him up the reader gets in between them and she gets slapped then tates punches her dad for it then she leaves with tate to a small little cabin she takes care of him. The next morning they go to talk to her parents they promise they will help her with the baby since she is still young (my bad it's a little long tried to make it short)

Tate Langdon x plus-size!Reader

Warnings: mentions of teen pregnancy, fighting, and anger

Summary: y/n’s parents find out she’s pregnant with tates baby.

Keeping your pregnancy hidden was one of the hardest things you’ve ever done. The excuses you had to make up because of the constant nausea, the weird cravings.

But the hardest part of all was hiding your baby bump, you started showing a few weeks ago and now it’s just getting bigger.

You’ve been wearing baggy sweatshirts and sweatpants, your parents haven’t fount out yet so you felt like you were doing a good job.

Turns out you weren’t doing good enough. You and Tate fell asleep on your bed. you thought you locked your door.

Tates hand was resting on your baby bump, and his head was rested on your shoulder.

You both were in deep sleep till your mother and father bursted threw the door. It took a minute for both of your parents to process what was going on.

‘Get the hell up tate’ your dad yells, Tate quickly jumps us and just awkwardly stands there. Your dad runs to him and starts to punch him, Tate stands his ground but takes the punches. He knows he’s already in deep shit and doesn’t want to fight your father.

‘I told you to stay the hell away from my daughter and now you’ve went and got her pregnant!?’ He says landing another punch to tates face.

Your mom just stands there with her hand over mouth to much in shock to move and help.

‘DAD WHAT THE FUCK!’ You yell at him, trying to step between them to stop the fight, in return your dad accidentally slaps you. You hold your face in shock with tears streaming down your face.

That’s what sends Tate over the edge, he’s sees your dad standing there with regret all over his face, he takes it as an opportunity to punch your dad, he knocks your father to the ground.

‘Let’s go y/n!’ Tate says quickly grabbing your hand and running out your bedroom door, you take one last look at your dad on the ground and your mom kneeling on the floor helping him up. You felt bad that this happened all because you got pregnant with tates child, but you don’t regret it.

‘Tate where are we going?’ You ask when you make it to the front door.

‘My mom has this cabin not too far from here that she never uses, I figured we can use it until we get everything sorted out.’ He says, you give and him a smile and nod.

Once you guys make it to the cabin, you sit on the bed and start crying, you felt so bag for everything and now you feel as if you drove a wedge between you and your parents

Tate comes over to sit next to you ‘y/n it’s okay I promise we will talk to them and try to work something out okay’ he says rubbing your back and resting his head on top of yours

‘I-I know’ you say, leaning into him.

You head to bed to try and forget about everything, when you wake up in the morning you see Tate sitting on the couch watching tv

He notices you get up ‘I’ve been waiting for you to wake up, are you ready to talk to your parents’ he questions

You groan ‘yeah I guess so’ you get up and head towards the front door ‘I hope this doesn’t go wrong’ you say sighing

‘Me too’ Tate says, you amd wit back to your house and walk inside you see your parents that the kitchen counter, as if they were waiting for you to show back up

‘Oh my y/n, me and your father were so worried we didn’t know you were’ you mother says rushing to you pulling you into a hug

You quickly hug her back ‘I’m okay mom I was staying with Tate’ you say

‘Y/n’ your father says walking up to you ‘Tate’ he say when he sees him

‘I know you guys didn’t mean for this to happen, and me and your mother are willing to help you out with the baby, but we want you guys to stay here so we know that you and the baby are safe’ you dad says

You let out a sigh of relief ‘thank you so much dad’ you say giving him a hug

‘Thank you’ Tate says from a distance ‘and sorry for hitting you’ your dad says

‘Yeah..I’m not really sorry for hitting you’ Tate states, you glare at him and tell him to shut up.

Everything worked out though

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Mess It Up

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cw: second chance romance, shy! reader, plus! size reader, implied (?) anxiety and mother issues

“I keep thinking maybe if you let me back in, we can make it better, breaking every habit.”

You currently have two problems at the moment. One, you’re late to meet your friends and two, your jeans don’t seem to fit right today. Standing in the mirror you couldn’t help but glare at yourself. Something was off. your jeans felt too tight around your waist. It made you uncomfortable. You know it’s your mind tricking you but you can’t seem to get rid of that voice in your head. You have to think of a solution fast.

You couldn’t help but sigh, as you were rushing out of your apartment, in your uncomfortable jeans to meet Mary ; Lily ; Lily's new boyfriend and new boyfriend’s friends. You were nervous to say the least. You hated meeting new people. You hated speaking. Each time You spoke You felt clumsy and awkward with your words. you can’t help but fell a little sad. You used to know how to speak with your mind when you were seventeen, but now at the age of twenty you think all you can utter is stiff and unbearable small talk.

But you had a little hope. You have Mary to buffer off of today. Mary loves to talk. And you were forever grateful for that. That means you won’t have to say much today. Hell Mary might even introduce you to Lily's new boyfriend and his friends for you! In fact you’re counting on it.

Stomach queasy, jeans tight around your chubby stomach, and mind screaming for you to turn around and leave. You open the door to the pub, nose twitching to the smell of greasy foods and cheap beer. But you smile, though this place reeked; it was one of your favorite spots to meet with Lily and Mary. You have so many memories here.

“Y/n! Over here!” your eyes glanced over to your friend, Mary, who is not at your regular table. she sits at a slightly larger table. Although you’re still feeling nervous you can’t help but smile at the dark haired girl who’s slightly standing with her hand raised high, waving at you to join her. You wave to Mary as you walk over.

“You look great!” Mary stands, wrapping her arms around you. Hugging you tightly. you always seem to calm around Mary. You don't feel as jumpy from when you walked it.

“You too!” you try to smile, with your mouth open showing your teeth. Showing you’re very happy to be there, but somehow it always feels awkward. Unnatural in a way. You smile again, this time mouth closed but your smile is wide. Though you were dreading coming today, you already feel it’ll be okay.

“Hey!” you and mary turn to look at your third friend, rushing up to greet her.

Lily smiles, her eyes crinkle. you’ve always found Lily beautiful. Her body has always been nicely curved, skin freckled, loose curly hair that was a nice shade of red and beautiful green eyes that always stood out. Lily always looked lovely. “This is James.”

Letting go of Lily, you turn your head over to your friend's new boyfriend. James was tall. He was a few inches taller than Mary who stood at five-eight. He had to be at least six feet tall. His complexion was bronze and glowly, his smile was bright. It was contagious. His hair was dark, wild and curly. He wore something simple. A white shirt with a brown button up over it, with blue jeans. His wide rimmed glasses stood out. They fit him perfectly.

“Hello!” He smiled rather crookedly, raising his hand in hello. You decided right then and there he’d be good for Lily.

“Hi, is it just you?” Though polite, Mary couldn’t help but be blunt.

“Er- no, my mates-“ before James could finish, two more boys strolled in.

Both boys were pale and had blue eyes, the shortest of the two lad’s had a red face that looked like it came from sunburn over the summer heat, with blond hair that only slightly curled at the end. And though he had blue eyes like the other boy his was a darker blue. The taller boy clearly used sunscreen unlike the other, his skin had no signs of redness. His eyes were light blue- an almost silver like color. His hair was long, curly and dark. He was very pretty.

“I’m Sirius.” he smiles, and claps the smallest boy on his back. “This is Peter, but we call him Pete.”

“I told you to not call me that, idiot.” Peter snips at his friend, taking Sirius’ hand off his back. “I’m Peter!” he turns back to the girls, reintroducing himself.

“Where’s moony?” James looks over to his friends with a concerned look on his face.

“He’s on his wa-“

“I’m here.” Your heart dropped at the sound of the man’s voice. You turn your head and your jaw drops a little. You’d never thought you would have to run into him ever again. Remus Lupin, your once best friend, now just a stranger.

It was strange seeing Remus again. He was taller, his face and body more built and leaner than You remembered. His scars are still the same. One large and faded scar across his nose. starting from his left cheek to the right one. Another scar slightly crossing the original scar vertically on his left cheek continuing to cross over his left eye and eyebrow. He has another few small scars on his chin and lower lip. He still has his small freckles (which he desperately hated) from when he was a boy. His hair was still a chocolate brown color, the only different thing about his hair was it wasn’t just a mop of curls like the last time you saw him, his hair was shaped into a nice mod cut.

You were surprised at how Remus could look the same yet, so different. you were shocked. He seemed to be a little caught off guard when you both made eye contact.

Lily breaks the small tension, with the clap of her hands. “Great now that everyone’s here, I believe you two need to introduce yourselves!” She turns over to you and Mary, waiting.

“I’m Mary.” Mary smiles, keeping her distance. Not knowing what else to say. Turning her head over to you.

“Oh, and I’m Y/n.” You say it a little awkward, feeling slightly embarrassed. Sirius can’t help but laugh a little. “You don’t speak much, do you?” He asks, a charming smile in tow.

“That's our Y/n, she doesn't really talk around new people.” Mary offered, wrapping her arm around you. Her smile wide. She always thought your “shyness” was adorable.

You couldn’t help but feel flustered and self-conscious. It was true you never really talk while being introduced to new people. You grew shy overtime with speaking. Your mum always used to say you always talked too much. So you taught yourself to quiet down.

You glance at Remus, his eyebrows were raised in question, his eyes squinting. You couldn’t help but look at the scar that went across Remus’ left eyebrow. It was long and it always stretches when he lifts up his eyebrows. You always couldn’t help but stare at it, it suits him. You liked it. but, you knew Remus was trying to read you. You already knew what he was thinking: when did y/n y/l/n become shy? You could laugh, you started quieting down when Remus left.

Looking away from his scar, you met his dark brown eyes. His stare still hard and questioning. All you could do was shrug. You had nothing to say, not anymore. Looking back to Mary and Sirius you pulled away from Mary and took Sirius’ hand, shaking it with a closed and timid smile.

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A/N: Hey everyone. I am back. Still working on some fics and it's taking me longer to come up with endings. Seems like I'm at a writers block for two of my fics. If anyone has any ideas to help I would really appreciate it. Update: life sucks but I'm doing better. I have a trip coming up to see the love of our lives and I'm so nervous. I think I might be too in my head to comprehend that I'm going to meet Joseph Quinn. Hopefully things will get clear when I do. Anyways, this is a request I had sitting in my inbox forever. Thanks @generouspuppypuppy. It is different from your exact suggestion. But I still hope you like it. Thanks for reading. As always feedback is greatly appreciated and ask/comments are always welcomed. Kay love ya bye.

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Warnings: 18+ hurt/comfort, cheating, heartache with a happy ending.

Summary: One mistake, time apart, new love and a baby.

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You sat there in disbelief in what you just heard. You were just so happy this morning. Your boyfriend of 3 years just got home from filming. He had gotten a part playing a new character on Stranger Things named Eddie Munson. After 6 long months Joe was home. And he was sitting across from you on the couch, telling you he cheated on you with his co-star Grace. The moment you heard it, all the air was sucked from your lungs and your heart sank. Not knowing what to say so you just sat there. 

" Love. I'm so sorry. I never meant for it to happen." Joe grabbed your hand.

That's when you finally looked at him. His eyes were bloodshot and puffy. With tears rolling down his thin cheeks. It's been a while since you've seen him in person, and all you could think of was how skinny he was. 

You felt tears fall and you looked away from him to wipe them away. 

" Love…please say something." 

You didn't look back at him. You pulled your hand away and went to the room. Joe followed. 

He watched you grab your duffle bag and started shoving things in.

" No." He said, grabbing your hands. " Please. I can fix this."

You jerked your hands away and continued packing. Joe sat on the bed and cried harder. His eyes follow you back and forth throughout the room. He tried to talk but you weren't listening. Once you had everything you went to the door and stopped. With your back towards him you sniffled.

" I'm gonna stay in a hotel…I need time."

He stood up and started for you but you practically ran away. Joe caught your eye as you closed the door. 

"Love?"

" Goodbye Joseph."

His heart sank. You never called him by his name. The only time you had was when you first met. That was almost 6 years ago. He noticed you immediately while he was on the set for Howard's End. He honestly thought you were so beautiful. He remembered seeing you in a lot of small stuff. Mostly just plays. But he thought you were talented. And he was in love. Though at the time he thought being from 2 different countries that your paths would never cross. But boy was he happy to be wrong. Your part in the show was small. Which surprised him but the few lines you had were well done. His part was small as well so you guys spent a lot of time together. Before he knew it he lived part time in the US. He started off as your roommate. Then that turned into dating. 3 years later and he was never happier. He was ready to get married and start having kids. But he fucked all that up. A drunken mistake caused you to leave him standing in your guy's home all alone. He knew you all too well. When you were hurt or when you guys argued, you shut down and walked away. Later coming back to figure things out. And though he was breaking down, he hoped that tomorrow he would get to talk to you. But that's not what happened. One week went by and then another. He hadn't received word from you. On the third week he came home after a meeting with his agent and found that all your things were gone. Your side of the closet was empty. All your drawers were emptied and your side of the bathroom sink was bare. Joe leaned on the wall and sank down to the floor. Burying his face in his hands.

He cried harder than ever. " What have I done?" 

A good 20 minutes passed when he finally calmed down enough to call you. He went to the living room and saw an envelope on the coffee table. Inside was your 1 month move out notice. Joe's heart shattered. 6 years of friendship, 3 years of a life together and it was over just like that. That wasn't going to happen. You were his everything. So he called you. You had agreed to meet him later on and he had hope.

When he arrived at the coffee shop you were already there. The moment he saw you he could feel your heartache. You had a frown fixed on your lips and dark circles around your eyes. 

What have I done to you my love?

He approached you and you quickly glanced at him. Then looked at your cup of tea. He sat down and took off his jacket.

" I took the liberty of ordering you tea." Your voice was lifeless and distant.

" Th-thank you."

You didn't look at him but gave a thin lip smile. He took a sip of his drink. When he put his mug down, that's when you pulled out a magazine from your bag and set it in front of him. Turning to the page you wanted him to see.

" I got this that night I left…it says there that you and Grace admitted to having a crush on one another."

Joe felt the blood drain from his face and his heart started to race. You finally looked him in the eye and all he saw was sadness.

" I thought we had an open door relationship." 

" We-we do." He stuttered.

" If that's true then why did I hear about this in there and not from you?" 

" I-I…"

You sighed and brought your hand up to wipe tears away.

" Joseph, I love you. And I came here for that reason and that reason only."

Joe winced hearing his name. All he wanted right now was to hear you call him Joey.

" What can I do to fix this? There has to be a way."

You shook your head. " There isn't."

" No! Love please."

He reached for your hand and to his surprise you didn't jerk away. Instead you just stared at your hands for a minute.

" The only way you can fix this is if you could go back and have one less drink. Or if you left early and came home to me." 

" I…" his voice trembled. " So this is it? You're going to let one mistake throw everything we worked for away?"

You pulled your hand away and met his tear filled eyes with yours.

" It wasn't me who decided that for us. That was you. Not being honest with me from the start is what broke us. How can we be together now? I can't trust you…I love you. I really do. But I can't be with you anymore."

He watched you get up and grab your things.

" Take care of yourself Joseph."

He hung his head. " I love you Y/n. And I always will."

" I will too."

…

A year went by and you got the role of a lifetime. Starring in a new show called American horror story. Acting side by side with Evan Peters. He was amazing. His range inspired you. You guys had worked so well together that in seasons to come you and Evan were offered roles as each other's love interests. After the break up you and Joe kept in touch. When Stranger Things season 4 came out, Joe didn't expect the amount of fame that he would get. Suddenly his life was turned upside down. It was incredible, but overwhelming. He did so much and traveled everywhere. He was happy, but very lonely. Since you there had been a few flings. But none that he wanted to pursue. That was because he had already found the nice girl he was looking for. He knew that you had moved on, however he couldn't. Seeing you with Evan was awful. You looked at Evan the way you used to look at him. Which hurt him more than words could describe.

Evan was ring shopping. TMZ had caught up with him outside a jewelry store. Not wanting you to find out that he was in fact buying you an engagement ring, Evan went to the store next door. Evan knew from the first kiss you and he shared that he was going to marry you. At that time you were still hurting over Joe. Rightfully so. So he chose to be your friend and help you through the pain. And once you were better he asked you out on a date. First it was weird for both of you. But at the end of the night you kissed him. After that you guys became inseparable. 

Now it was a year and a half  later and Evan was ready to make you his wife. 

Joe and Jamie were both good friends with you and Evan. So when Joe and Jamie received an invite to watch season 3 of American Horror Story. They were excited. Joe hadn't seen you in months and knowing that you and Evan were together, he was going to try and talk to you. Maybe he could get another chance.

When he and Jamie went to your loft, he was extremely nervous. Then you opened the door. You looked more beautiful than he remembered. You greeted them with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. That's when Joe saw the worst thing ever. He saw a beautiful diamond on your ring finger. He was in such a state of shock he froze there in the doorway. 

" Common Joey. " You said with a smile. 

You grabbed his hand and pulled him along to join the party. Turned out not only was it a watch party, but an engagement party. You had said that you didn't want any presents or anything like that. That's why you disguised the party. You wanted not only to share the success of the show but to celebrate the happy news with everyone you loved. 

Joe was wrecked. He tried his best to fake a smile. But as the night went on his heart broke over and over again. He saw how truly happy you were and part of him was happy for you. But he couldn't help but remember when he made you that happy. He sat there watching you with Evan. Seeing that twinkle in your eyes again. He wanted to drink. But since the break-up he stopped. Jamie was talking to your brother Bill when he saw Joe in his head. 

" Hey Bill. Are you on good terms with Joe?"

Bill looked at Joe and nodded.

" Is there somewhere we can talk in private?"

Bill looked at you and you were cuddled up with Evan on the couch. Laughing away.

" Yeah. Let's go out to the terrace." He said.

Jamie got Joe and went to join Bill outside. They all lit up cigars and started talking. Bill had a heart to heart with Joe. And he admitted that he always thought he would be going to yours and Joe's engagement party. Joe was grateful for the conversation. He and Bill were on the outs after the situation. However, Bill forgave him once you did. Joe always thought of Bill as a brother he never had. Well the whole Skarsgard family was on a whole nother level when it came to famous family's. But all of them were close. And Joe loved that. He loved how family oriented you were. And the fact that Joe's mom absolutely loved you. She had never liked any of his previous girlfriends. But the second she met you she immediately approved of you. Maybe it was because you weren't selfish, or full of yourself. Sure you looked nothing like the women he had dated before. But you were still very beautiful. You were kind and very humble. Everything about you screamed wife material.

As he stood there burning out his cigar, he regretted the 3 years he waited to ask you to be his wife. He regretted his mistake and losing you. So he decided to put the plan to win you back aside and apologize to you. Jamie had to leave early due to an early flight. So he left Joe to grab an Uber. The party started to simmer down and Joe was going to leave. But he asked if you would walk him out. Which you happily agreed to.

You guys silently walked down the hallway to the elevator.  Joe pressed the down button and smiled half heartedly at you. The doors opened and he held out his arm for you to go in first.

You smiled sweetly up at him. " Thank you Joey."

Joe felt his heart flutter hearing you call him that. A nickname you gave him a long time ago. Once you were both in you reached over and pressed the ground floor button. It was quite a ways down but the silence you shared was nothing but comforting. It always was. 

Joe cleared his throat. " Did umm did you have a good time?"

You looked away from the red numbers that said the floor you were on to him.

" I did. I'm so happy you and Jamie came."

" Me too…just wished I could have brought you a present."

You scrunched your nose a little and let out a nose laugh. 

" Joey, you being here was better than any present you could have given us. Besides, we don't need anything."

Joe nodded and looked at the numbers counting down. That's when he noticed the music. The song was an elevator version of Dreaming of You. He looked at you and saw your head slightly nodding to it. It's been so long since the last time you and he randomly dance somewhere. Those times were usually abrupt but so special to him. Every time he swore he fell deeper in love with you. Now not being any different. He grabbed your hand gently and twirled you. You laughed softly and beamed at him as he pulled you into his arms, swaying you back and forth. For a minute you guys danced until the doors dinged and opened. Joe reached for the close button and continued to dance with you. 

In a whole year, this was the first time you and he were alone. And he wasn't ready for it to be over. 

" Love, I'm really happy for you."

Your smile got bigger and your eyes were just slits. Joe's heart melted all over again. 

" Thank you Joey."

He twirled you once more, pulling you closer than before. 

" Love, I know that I've apologized countless times for my mistake. But what I failed to do was apologize for not saying that I would never do that again…I did not apologize for breaking your trust and for ruining our future. I never apologized for the tears you shed because of it or the hurt and betrayal you felt…for all of that, I am truly sorry. "

You were quiet for a moment and both of you stopped dancing. You then lifted to your toes and placed one soft kiss upon his cheek. After, you planted your feet back to the ground. 

" I've forgiven you a long time ago Joey. There's no need sorries again."

Joe hung his head. "I-I know. I just…I just need you to know if there was anything I could do to take it back, I would have done it in a heartbeat." 

You cupped his face causing him to look at you.

" I know you would have Joey. And I love you. I promised I would always love you. No matter what happens from this day forward. I want you to be happy. I want you to move on and forgive yourself."

He nodded and felt tears coming. " I love you y/n."

You kissed his cheek again and gave him a hug. When you tried to create some distance between you two he squeezed you gently once more before taking a step back. 

" I better let you go. Your fiance might worry that I've stolen you away."

" Can't have him thinking that."

Joe gave you a half smile and pressed the button to open the doors. He took one last look at you and waved.

" Travel safe Joey.

He gave you a nod and took his leave. 

I will love you forever. He thought

…

That night when everything was cleaned up you and Evan changed into your jammies. Evan was getting the bed ready when you left for a minute. When you came back you were holding a single vanilla cupcake. 

" What's this?" Evan grinned sitting down on the bed. Holding his hands out for you.

You blushed and went to him. Sitting on his lap. 

" It's for you….there's a surprise inside." 

You lifted up the sweet treat and peeled back the lining. 

" Take a big bite Eban."

Evan chuckled. He absolutely loved when you called him Eban. When he first met you, you thought his name was Eban. And he just thought it was so adorable that for 3 months he let you call him that until someone finally corrected you. But after that he insisted you keep calling him that.

He kissed you briefly and then took a very big bite. When he looked at you, your eyes were wide and started to fill with tears. He quickly cupped your face.

" What's wrong pumpkin?"

You laughed a little and sniffled. 

" Eban, I'm pregnant…and according to this blue filling." You lifted the cupcake showing him. " We're having a boy."

He stopped mid chew and mumbled a 'w-what?'

" I…you know how I don't have normal menstruation?"

He nodded.

You looked down and brought your hands down to rest on your thick thighs. 

" Well turns out I'm four months pregnant. We couldn't tell because I'm…well big… and umm remember the one month where we thought I had a bad case of the flu?"

Evan started to chew. " Mmhmm."

You met his gaze. " Morning sickness."

Finally getting the cupcake down he licked his lips. " Pumpkin, you're not joking are you?"

You gave him sad eyes and frowned, shaking your head.

" Oh My God!"

Your eyes widened again and he pulled you into a kiss. After, he kissed all over your face and your neck.

" Baby, baby, baby! You're having my baby?"

You giggled and squirmed when he kept kissing your ticklish spot on your neck.

" Y-yes…. Eban…y-yes."

" Oh pumpkin. I can't! I'm so…fuck! Kiss me baby."

You laughed again before you did. 

" Mmmm….yes… you're making me a daddy baby?"

You smiled against his lips. " Yes I am Eban."

He kissed you over and over again until he abruptly stopped.

" Shit pumpkin. Do you want to get married before or after the baby comes?"

You gave him a tender kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

" Hmmm. Do you think if we have an officiate come this weekend, it would be too soon?"

Evan kissed you once more and slid you off his lap and went searching for his phone.

" What are you doing, Eban?"

" I gotta call our moms. They are gonna be so happy."

Your eyes followed him and he paced calling everyone you and he knew, to tell them to come over on Sunday for a wedding. After every call he would come to you and smother you with kisses. About an hour later he finally came to lay down. He put his hand on your belly and started running his thumb back and forth. 

" Can…can I make love to you?" He asked in his sweetest voice.

You leaned in and before you pressed your lips against his you whispered.

" Always."

…

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Tate Langdon

Tate HCs 1

Tate HCs 2

Love Languages

Tate x ADHD!Reader

Road Trip HCs

Beach Day

Tate Gets Jealous

Tate HCs Pt 3

Tate x Cooking

Tate x Romance

Picnic + Running Away

Fluff Alphabet

Coldstone

Tate x Transmasc!Reader

Tate x Plus Size!Reader

Kit Walker

Anything and Everything

Love Languages

Kyle Spencer

Halloween

Frat Boy Kyle

Frat Boy Kyle Again

Frat Boy Kyle 3: This Time Its Personal

Frat Boy Kyle 4: The Squeakquel

Frat Boy Kyle 5: This Time They Fight and its Stupid

Frat Boy Kyle 6: They Break Up?!?!

James March

Sick

Love Languages 

Kai Anderson

Love Languages 

⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:*⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆

𝙍𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙄𝙣𝙛𝙤

𝙊𝙥𝙚𝙣!!! 𝙄 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛 + 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩 + 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩 + 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩

𝙄 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙔/𝙉, 𝙪𝙣𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙖 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙛𝙞𝙘 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚 + 𝙙𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 / 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚, 𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙜𝙡𝙖𝙙𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙞𝙩.

𝙎𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙮. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙪𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙡 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙖 / 𝙖𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙘 / 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄’𝙡𝙡 𝙧𝙪𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙞𝙩. 𝙄’𝙡𝙡 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜.

𝘽𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮, 𝙢𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙗𝙚 𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙣, 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙄 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙡𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢, 𝙄’𝙢 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙄’𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙖 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙄’𝙡𝙡 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙖 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄’𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙤 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜!

𝙎𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙨𝙠 𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙙𝙢 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩!! 𝙄 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙢𝙠 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙖𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 + 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙚𝙭. 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮, 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮, 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧.

[atsro-slut]

Hii! I'd love a fic where it's the marauders going swimming on a sunny day, but fem!reader gets extremely insecure about her body in a bikini (nothing too revealing, just showing more than she's used to) and then someone (your pick) comforts and reassures her. The insecurity can be any reason, specific or non-specific, too 🥰 Thanks love!

Sunshine and Self-Doubt

AHHH I love this one!!! I am totally projecting by making it a Lily pic and also having y/n be plus sized by yk! Thanks for the request, allformoony! I hope you enjoy bby!!!

Lily Evans x female!reader

Y/N’s a little nervous in her bikini, but with Lily’s sweet reassurance and a splash of fun, she’s soon laughing, swimming, and enjoying a perfect day with the Marauders!

☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:☆

The summer sun hung lazily in the sky, casting its golden rays over the grounds of the Potter family estate. The large, sprawling house sat nestled on the edge of a tranquil lake, with a forest on one side and wide open fields on the other. It was the perfect place to escape from the hustle and bustle of London for a day, and the Marauders had taken full advantage of the sunny weather, planning an afternoon of swimming and lounging by the water.

Y/N had been excited when Lily invited her. A day away from the noise of the Wizarding World and the summer heat sounded perfect. And, with Lily by her side, she knew it would be even better. They were both looking forward to some time together after the chaos of the school year, and this felt like the perfect opportunity to unwind.

But as the day wore on and they packed their bags to head out to the lake, Y/N felt her nerves growing.

She had packed her swimsuit—a dark blue bikini with a high-waisted bottom and a supportive top, nothing too revealing, but still more than she was used to showing. Lily had assured her that it looked beautiful on her, but as Y/N stood in front of the bathroom mirror that morning, she couldn’t help but stare at the parts of herself that felt too exposed.

Her mind raced. What if I look stupid? What if everyone’s looking at me?

It was ridiculous, she knew. But she couldn’t help the gnawing discomfort. She had always been a little more on the “plus-sized” side, and though she was proud of her body most of the time, putting it on display felt like an entirely different matter. What if she wasn’t good enough?

As she wrapped herself in a towel, she took a deep breath, trying to push the negative thoughts away. “It’s just a bikini,” she whispered to herself. “It’s just a swimsuit. You’ll be fine.”

But even as she said the words, doubt lingered, tugging at the edges of her thoughts.

She heard a knock on the door, followed by Lily’s cheerful voice. “Y/N? You ready? The others are waiting!”

Y/N’s stomach did a flip. She stood there for a moment, trying to calm her breathing. “Yeah, I’ll be out in a second,” she called back, forcing a smile.

She took one last look at herself in the mirror before quickly pulling the towel tight around her body and heading out the door.

When Y/N arrived at the lake, she was met with the usual chaos that seemed to follow the Marauders everywhere. Sirius was already in the water, laughing as he tried to impress everyone with a ridiculous cannonball. James was cheering him on from the shore, arms flailing as he shouted about “the perfect splash.” Peter was sitting near the water, munching on a sandwich and occasionally glancing up with a smile.

Lily, of course, was in the water, waist-deep and laughing as she watched the spectacle unfold. Her bright red hair looked almost like fire in the sunlight, and she waved as Y/N approached.

“There you are!” Lily beamed. “It’s perfect in here. Come on in, the water’s amazing!”

Y/N hesitated, her fingers gripping her towel tightly. Just go in. No one’s looking at you.

“Yeah, I’ll be in in a minute,” she said, though her voice wavered slightly. She wanted to enjoy the day. She really did. But standing there, surrounded by her friends, all of whom were in their swimsuits and radiating confidence, Y/N couldn’t shake the feeling of being out of place.

Lily noticed the hesitation in her voice. “You okay?” she asked, her voice soft. She swam closer, her concern clear on her face.

“Yeah, just a little nervous,” Y/N said, forcing a smile. She kept her eyes averted, trying to avoid the slight twinge of self-doubt that gnawed at her. “I’ll get in soon.”

Lily raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. She swam to the edge of the lake, sitting on the rocks with her legs dangling in the water. “You know you don’t have to be nervous around us, right?” she said, her voice calm and understanding. “Everyone loves you exactly as you are.”

Y/N managed a small laugh. “I know, it’s just... I don’t know. Everyone looks so... good. I just don’t know if I do.”

Lily’s face softened, and she reached out to take Y/N’s hand. “You look amazing, Y/N. You always do. It doesn’t matter if you’re in a bikini or a sweater. You’re beautiful.”

Y/N sighed, feeling the familiar flush of insecurity rise in her chest. “I know you say that, but... I don’t know. I just feel like I don’t fit in, you know?” She gestured vaguely to her body. “I’m not... I’m not like everyone else. I’m not skinny, like Sirius or James. Or like you.”

Lily’s expression grew more serious, and she squeezed Y/N’s hand gently. “Y/N, listen to me. You are perfect the way you are. You don’t have to change a thing to fit in with anyone. I love you for exactly who you are.” She paused, letting the words sink in. “And I’m pretty sure James, Sirius, and Remus would agree with me. If anything, you’re making everyone else jealous with how amazing you look.”

Y/N smiled weakly, feeling the knot in her stomach loosen just a little. But the insecurity still lingered, the voices in her head telling her she didn’t belong.

“I just feel... I don’t know. Exposed,” she admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “Like everyone’s going to look at me and think... think I don’t belong.”

Lily let go of her hand for a moment and stood, walking around to face Y/N fully. “Hey, look at me.” She waited until Y/N met her gaze. “Do you know what I see when I look at you?”

Y/N’s brow furrowed. “What?”

Lily’s eyes sparkled with affection as she smiled. “I see someone who is strong, and beautiful, and brave. I see someone who’s comfortable in her skin. You don’t have to change for anyone, especially not for a silly swimsuit. You’re perfect just as you are.”

Y/N bit her lip, the self-doubt still creeping in, but Lily’s words lingered in her mind, soothing the chaos in her head. She knew Lily meant every word.

Taking a deep breath, Y/N nodded. “Okay. I’ll try.”

Lily pulled her into a hug, her wet skin cooling Y/N’s. “That’s all I ask,” she said, her voice warm and reassuring. “You’re incredible, Y/N. Don’t ever forget that.”

With one last squeeze, Lily stepped back. “Now, let’s get in the water. I’ll be right beside you, okay?”

Y/N hesitated for only a moment longer before letting the towel fall away, draping it over a nearby rock. The sun warmed her skin, and though she felt a pang of anxiety, she found herself smiling at the sight of Lily’s supportive, loving gaze.

The water was cool, and as Y/N waded in, she felt the tension in her body begin to ease. Lily swam beside her, keeping close as she gently encouraged her. The others were already splashing around, laughing and making a scene, but the only person Y/N could focus on was Lily.

“See?” Lily said, splashing water at her playfully. “Told you it would feel better once you were in.”

Y/N laughed, her self-consciousness melting away as she let herself enjoy the moment. Sirius called out from the shore, shouting about how “amazing” she looked in the water, and even Peter waved enthusiastically. James cheered from where he was floating on a log, and Remus gave her a friendly wave.

Y/N felt her shoulders relax. Maybe she wasn’t exactly like everyone else, but that didn’t mean she didn’t belong. She was loved for who she was, and that was enough.

As the afternoon wore on, they played games in the water, laughing and enjoying each other’s company. Y/N realized, as she splashed in the lake with Lily at her side, that she had nothing to hide. She was exactly who she was meant to be, and that was more than enough.

When the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting the lake in a warm, golden light, Y/N smiled at Lily. “Thanks for being here with me.”

Lily smiled back, her eyes shining. “Always, love. Always.”

As they swam together, the sound of laughter and the splash of the water seemed to wash away every trace of insecurity. And for the first time in a long while, Y/N felt completely at peace with herself, knowing she was surrounded by love and acceptance.

[cowboycherry]

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[lcnelyghost]

Can you do the Evan’s dating a plus size girl? 🤭🫶🏻❤️

all that you are//the evan’s

pairings; fem reader with tate langdon, kit walker, kyle spencer, jimmy darling, and james patrick march

rating; pg13!

warnings; slight harsh language, body shaming, bullying

a/n: sorry to everyone that might not like what i’m gonna say, but i only write for the evan’s until they go up to season five with james. yes, i have watched the other seasons. i LOVE gallant and edward mott, but i won’t be pairing them with a female reader for obvious reasons. rory and jeff didn’t satisfy me all that much, and i still have mixed feelings on kai. yeah, i also like austin, but i don’t really know if i have that special little connection to his character yet. and no, am i fuck gonna write for jeffrey. that’s something that i’ll never feel comfortable doing.

Tate Langdon;

• Tate couldn’t give a shit about how you looked, he loved you for how you truly were. From the way you treated him, he already knew that you had a heart of gold.

• He loves how you guys have the exact same style. You enjoy wearing baggy sweaters and jeans, much like himself. And he adores how confident you are when it came to wearing what you wanted.

• If any school girls even dared to make fun of you, well.. i’m pretty sure we know what would happen..

Kit Walker;

• If Kit falls in love with someone, it’s not for the breathtaking looks they’ve been blessed with. No. It’s simply for the fact that they have such a kind heart and a beautiful soul. That’s what Kit is truly attracted to.

• He admires every last bit of you. Size isn’t important to him, not at all.

• Kit fell for you, because you’re just you. You’re not hiding behind some mask or going around with a full face of makeup, nor trying to fit in with everyone, you’re you. And that’s certainly enough for him to love and cherish.

Kyle Spencer/Franken Kyle;

• Truth be told, the little soul can’t even tell the difference between you and other girls. Right enough, not that he would even care in the slightest.

• He gets really upset when he overhears Madison saying her usual shitty comments about you. Though that soon turns into a fit of laughter when Queenie punishes her for it.

• Kyle doesn’t have the kind of feeling to care enough when it comes to you’re size. You treat him in a way he’s always wanted to be treated, and he doesn’t need anything more than that.

Jimmy Darling;

• Uh, I think we’re aware that Jimmy couldn’t give a shit if you were big or not. We’ve seen enough to prove that, trust me..

• Most of the freaks respect you and treat you no differently from the others, Jimmy makes sure it stays like that.

• If Elsa even has the nerve to ask if you could be part of the show seeing as she thought you’re figure could be quite the ‘entertainment’ for some people, Jimmy would hit breaking point.

James Patrick March;

• James isn’t one for body shaming. His mother raised him to always respect a woman, and that her size shouldn’t matter to him. If she treats him right, then by all means he should show her the love and respect she deserves.

• He isn’t fussed about you’re weight. Mr March still buys you the best of the best. Including the fanciest clothes, jewellery, perfume, everything he’d buy for the woman he loves most!

• When the time comes around for his monthly dinner with the Countess, he’s sure to fire back at her sneaky, vulgar comments. Even Miss Evers will defend you as much as she can.

“And should we be expecting you’re new partner, James? I suppose the word ‘little’ isn’t a way to describe her.”

“You mean my loyal, new partner? Ah, yes. And I suppose that word isn’t something that we should mention when you’re the topic of conversation, hm?”

Yeah, he ain’t up for her bullshit today folks.

[bluemusickid]

Total Devastation

Pairing: Devin Peters x Fem!Assistant Reader

Warnings: intense language, slightly degrading language, smut (p in v), fingering, slightly dub-con (powerplay), hate sex/hate fucking, slight choking mention/breathplay mention, pretty much shameless PWP at this point, 18+, minors DNI.

A/N: Ok so I saw the cameo and honestly, sans beanie, Cevans looks hot. Like hot. I dunno how well this'll be perceived but I saw the gifs and my eyes went straight to the ring clad hands and I was like 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤 (this is more of me lusting over his hands than being a fangirl of like 60 seconds of screentime. Cameo Evans strikes again ig🙄) Anywayyyy, I hope you enjoy! (You'll probably not lolol) This is just me being extra horny on main, so yep. Have fun!!!!

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You humphed in irritation, as you stood in the Starbucks line for the umpteenth time. Your boss/pain-in-the-ass dictator changed his coffee order for the HUNDREDTH time this week, and he expected you to keep a track of all these changes. The barista looked at you, surprise registering in her eyes as she saw you again.

"I've never seen anyone love coffee as much as you." She said with a slight smile.

You gave her a wry grin. "It's for my boss. He has...varying tastes." You muttered, trying and failing to keep the distaste out of your voice.

She gave a knowing smile, noting down your order. "I guess we all have one to deal with in our life.", As she cast a glance towards a man, seemingly her manager, who was barking orders at a teenager who looked like he wanted the earth to swallow him up. You'll get used to it, kid. You thought to yourself, your mind briefly going to your own boss. Well, not technically your boss, just a part of your work. But a very significant and annoying part. Ugh. Better suck it up and get on with it.

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"I asked you to get a coffee from Starbucks, not grow coffee and grind it yourself." You heard him drawl from behind you. Cringing, you turn to him to hand him his weird beverage.

"There was a long queue at the coffee shop, I tried to hurry but-"

"I didn't ask for an explanation, sweetheart. Be better prepared next time."

You bristled, biting back your retort. You'd learnt a hard lesson that one time you sassed him and he made you stand outside the vanity van, in the freezing cold, with just a thin jacket as protection. You shuddered, remembering that terrible time, acting as a retardant to your ire.

"Will do. Is there anything else you want?" You asked through clenched teeth.

"Nothing for now sweets, but stick around cuz i'm sure to need something or the other in this shitty place."

You exited the trailer, heaving a huge sigh of release as you walked to catering. Just a few more weeks. A few more weeks, and you could quit this job brought to you straight from hell.

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You were on set the next day, watching him act his scene with his co-star. It was a romantic scene, with the leads getting hot and heavy before being interrupted by the girl's mother.

You saw him get into character, professing his live and affection for his love with an impassioned speech. You snorted. Fancy Devin believing in love. The word 'manwhore' in the dictionary probably had his face next to it.

As you watched the scene unfold, you couldn't help but admire his skills. Begrudgingly, you had to admit that he was a good actor. You watched on as he moved closer to the actress, pulling her to him by her waist. You didn't even realise when your thighs clenched, watching the erotic scene unfold. He kissed her like there was no tomorrow, lips moving over hers softly, yet with a ferocity that had your breath hitching. His lips moved to the column of her neck, his hands grazing her breasts gently. Briefly, you wondered how sex with him would be like. It would be explosive, you were sure. Those hands of his, rings adorning his fingers...you would be lying if you said they weren't a bit of a turn on. If only he weren't such a Grade A asshole. You might've even asked him out.

"Cut! Great shot!" The director boomed, the set buzzing with activity after the shot was finished.

You jumped at the sudden interruption, thankful for it to break you out of your wayward thoughts. Your eyes met Devin's, his mouth slowly quirking up in a salacious grin. You gulped, hoping he hadn't gotten the impression that you were blatantly daydreaming about him. The last thing you needed was him being even more inappropriate around you.

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Clearing out his trailer, you were thankful that he wasn't in there, especially after that weird moment. You prayed that he would stay out till you finished, because working with him would be unnerving, to say the least. Irritating, more like it, you smiled wryly. Two weeks, two weeks. And then you would be free.

"You certainly seem happy for someone who's been slacking off during work hours."

Fuck your luck. It really wasn't on your side. You couldn't take it anymore.

"I've done everything you've asked me to do, even clean your trailer. I don't see how that's called slacking off." Not that you would know what hard work is, you muttered under your breath, hoping he wouldn't hear, what with his nose buried in his phone.

You looked up to see his blue eyes flashing, not leaving yours. Taking a few steps towards you, he stood in front of you, close enough to hear your shallowest of breaths. He was too close.

"I heard that, sweetheart. I think you seem to be under the misconception that you can talk to me like that. I'm your boss, and talk like that? I can make sure that you don't fucking get hired in a 7/11, let alone a fucking movie set. Got that?"

You bristled, his high-handedness causing your temper to flare. Enough was enough. This wasn't worth it. Nothing was worth it.

"I would rather work for the Devil than work for you any more. Not that there's much of a difference; the Devil would probably treat me better than you, with more benefits and a bit of respect!" You snarled, your voice raising with each moment passing.

His eyes flashed dangerously as he walked towards you, you backing away from him till you felt the wall hit your back. You tried moving away, but his hands caged you, his face an inch away from yours.

"Let. Me. Go." You muttered, gritting your teeth.

"Why'd you take up this job if you hate me this much, hmm?" He held your chin with his thumb and forefinger, bringing your eyes to his. They were darker, not flashing with anger but rather something else; something stronger.

"I don't have a rich dad; I actually have to work to pay my bills!" You seethed, as you jerked your head away, out of his grip, trying to move away. It was of no use, he stayed in the same position as before. No amount of money would make you stay with an narcissistic asshole like him.

"All that struggling, sweetheart; when we all know that a few hours ago, you were making eyes at me, practically begging me to fuck you."

Your eyes widened, whipping your head to his. Oh shit. He figured it out.

Gulping, you retorted, "You really need to get your head out of your ass. Not every woman wants to sleep with you. I was observing the scene, doing my job."

"Didn't know your job entailed ogling me, sweets." Moving closer, he touched his nose to yours, thumb grazing your lips.

Your lidded eyes and shallow breaths were not doing a very good job of masking your dislike for him. "In your dreams, Devin. I hate you."

You felt before you saw his right hand on your throat, the cool rings on his fingers a stark contrast to your heated skin. His touch was electric as he slightly increased his pressure, causing you to shudder against him. He saw the reaction and smirked, his lips mere centimeters from yours.

"Right back at ya, sweets." He muttered before his lips crashed on yours, a squeak escaping from your mouth as you tried to push away. You tried to avoid him, but your body won over. You wanted him. But you hated him.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled him closer, deepening the kiss till there was no space left. You went feral, trying to pour your anger and hatred into that one kiss, biting his lower lip till you were sure you left a mark. He pulled back, grinning wolfishly. "Savage, little minx." He kissed you again, your tongues meeting and intertwining, as he pushed his thigh between your legs, your core brushing up against his jean clad leg ever so slightly.

His hands trailed down your body, squeezing your breasts along the way. You gasped as his fingers molded your puckered nub as he bit down softly through the thin cotton. You groaned, your hands moving to hold onto his head. You were falling under his spell quicker than you anticipated. You wanted to stop this before it became real, but couldn't bring yourself to rid yourself of the delicious feelings he was currently evoking.

Those goddamned hands, the ones you'd found yourself staring at on more than one occasion, wondering how they would feel against your skin; were now making their way into your pants.

The rings he wore felt cool; cool enough to calm the burn you felt at your core. A fire that only he could douse. He pushed aside your panties, his fingers making their way to your core. You moaned as you felt him make his way through your folds, the cool metal stroking your engorged nub. He groaned as he felt you wet and wanting, mirroring how he was feeling, his pants getting tighter and tighter by the minute.

"So ready for me, sweetheart, so. fucking. wet. All that hate, all that fight is all for show, isn't it? You need my cock, don't you?" He asked, his voice scratchy with arousal. You pursed your lips, not willing to admit it. If the bulge in his pants was any indication, he needed you as much as you needed him at that moment. Probably even more. Reaching forward, you grasped his bulge through his pants, stroking him. He growled, pushing his erection into your hand. You stroked him more, increasing your tempo as he pushed himself further into your hold. You could feel him nearing his peak, which is when you pulled away your hand; leaving him hanging.

"Remind me again, who needs who?" You replied saucily, running a thumb over his gorgeous, plump bottom lip.

He growled, pulling your pants down in one sudden move as he buried himself to the hilt inside your wet heat. You gasped, grabbing his biceps as you both relished the feeling of being one.

He waited a moment before pulling out, only to thrust back in again, his cock hitting spots which you'd only read about before. You panted as he thrust into you, his rhythm unfaltering and punishing. Your leg hitched onto his hip, he pulled you down on his cock with a force that knocked the breath out of you, his lips mashing against yours with an intensity which matched his thrusts. Grabbing onto his hair, you tried to match his pace as you felt yourself getting closer to your peak; which he must've picked up on.

Pulling out, he spun you around and bent you over the desk in the vanity, pulling your pants off in one move. Leaving a smack on each exposed cheek, he ran his fingers over your puffy lips, swirling the wetness around as he dipped his fingers inside your intrepid heat. You moaned gutturally, the rings feeling heavenly against your walls. Pulling out his fingers, you heard him taste you as he smacked his lips.

"God, this pussy is fuckin' delicious, minx."

You heard him drop his pants, his thighs snug against yours as he ran his cock over your lips, before pushing inside again. This time, he didn't give you time to adjust; rather began where he left off. His hands gripped your hips tightly, as he dropped his weight on you, pinning you to the table. You couldn't escape the pleasure; it was weaving and bobbing through every crevice of your body. It was almost too intense, your feet on tiptoes as you tried wiggling away from him before the sensations got too intense. But it was of no use; it only served as an impetus for him to go harder and deeper.

"All this show of hate and pride, minx; when we coulda' fucked like this for the whole of the shoot."

"This pretty pussy, was made for me." He growled through clenched teeth.

Your wails were increasing in volume with each thrust, to the point where people could probably hear: but you didn't care. All you cared about was how you were hurtling towards your peak, your legs nearly losing sensation with how you were clenching. His hand moved from your hip to your shoulder, changing his angle so that he was now hitting your front wall square on. You screamed as you reached your peak, rather explosively, the burn and tingle moving through your veins and your body potent. Your walls clenched around him, grasping him tightly as he groaned, nearing his climax too. With a shout, he came inside you, his hot spend filling you up. He stayed inside as he dropped his head between your shoulders, you both trying to catch your breath.

You suddenly remembered where you where, mildly panicking about the situation. It was pretty stupid of you to do something like this on set, especially when anyone could just walk in.

Pushing yourself up, you pushed him off as you pulled on your underwear and pants, cringing at how wet you were. You could feel his spend drip onto your panties, a reminder of exactly how much you'd fucked up. You were about to walk out of the vanity when you felt his hand grab your wrist.

You turned around and faced him, bemused. The last thing you needed was him gloating about this, let alone facing him or making eye contact.

"Leaving so soon, minx? I thought you would've been jumping with joy, now that you've finally gotten what you wanted."

You raised your eyebrow at that, your irritation setting in at his cocky tone.

"Oh enough with that good girl act. You've been trying to fuck me since you took this job. Well, congratulations. You got what you wanted, you lucky minx." He grinned, with ill concealed mirth.

Scoffing, you rolled your eyes. "Like I said, get your head out of your ass. You wanted this more than I did, evidently, what with you jumping me. Face it, this is the first time someone's actually refused your advances, and the great Devin and his ego couldn't handle that. So you did the next best thing- rather, the only thing you could do. Whore yourself out."

He pursed his lips, clearly trying to rein in his anger as he watched you leave the vanity, banging the door on the way out. He couldn't let you get away with talking to him like this, thinking that you had the upper hand. As he allowed himself to cool down, a plan formed in his head.

He would make you pay.

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You reached home after an exhausting and quite frankly, emotionally draining day. But you thanked your lucky stars that in two weeks, you would be free. Free from the clutches of the Devil. To celebrate your freedom and your victory, you opened a good bottle of wine, planning to order Chinese, unwind a bit.

Your phone rang, it was Dinah, your department head.

"Hey, sorry to disturb you, it was kinda important."

"Sure, what's up?"

"Well as you know, we have our night-shoots coming up. I know you said that you weren't too keen on night shifts but it's kind of an emergency. Derek has a family emergency and can't report to work on time, and I need all hands on deck."

You sighed. Night shifts were the worst, but they picked up more money, sometimes double. And you could really use the extra money.

"What do I need to do?"

"Well, for starters, we have night shoots and also some re-shoots now, so your contract will be extended for another two weeks."

You nearly dropped your wine bottle. Another two weeks?!

"Umm...can't we-"

"Oh and also, Devin has asked you to be his PA for the time being. Apparently he was really impressed with your efficiency, and has personally requested for you."

The other shoe dropped as you realised: this was his doing. You bet all the money in your account that Derek had no family emergency.

"Isn't there someone else who can take my place with Devin? I mean, the costume department really needs a lot of help and-"

"I talked to Steph and she says that she can get someone to replace you, no biggie. So I'll see you next week, at 7PM. Byee!"

You made your way to the couch wearily, inwardly screaming at your bad luck. Deep down, you knew it was punishment. And that your victory was shortlived. Because apparently, Devin Peters always won.

Fucking jackass. Well, you would have to find a way to repay him for his generosity. And you hoped it would teach him a lesson. Smirking, you took a swig of your wine.

This should be fun.

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Lmaooo the ending was not my best, but oh well. It is what it is, ig. Hope y'all liked it, happy holidays!!

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when you're done

( kit walker )

-> synopsis: cleaning kit up after he gets back from solitary

-> warnings: foul language, pet names [angel, pretty boy], smoking, mention of blood, making out (no im not sorry 😇)

-> pairing: kit walker x reader

-> reading time:

-> reader's pronouns: she/her

-> a/n: KIT>>> also i hope this is good :')

{🌸}

"what gave you the idea to start a fight in the common room that required you going to the shithole for a day and a half?" y/n questioned, perched on the counter in the kitchen dabbing at Kit's lip with a paper towel and peroxide at her hand.

Kit shrugged. "maybe if they weren't talkin' 'bout you..." he trailed off, scratching at a cut by his hairline.

y/n swatted his hand down, turning his head down so she could get a better view of his cut. the blood from his cut had gotten his hair sticky in the thick red liquid, and had dried on his skin. "hell, kit. i don't give a shit if they talk about me unless they're dumb enough to talk about me in front of me. don't get yourself hurt because of what's said about littl ol' me," she spoke quietly.

when she took ger hands away from him, kit looked up. she had noticeable dark bags under her eyes, her hair was unruly and messy, and she had a bruise across her face because of previously being in solitary, but she was one of the most beautiful things Kit had ever seen. her eyes had a light in them that Kit had promised himself to protect the first time she looked up at him with a weary smile.

"walker?" y/n asked, peering into his eyes. her pretty lips were just inches from his, and his eyes unconsciously flickered to them every few seconds.

he smiled. "my head hurts, angel," he began. "will you kiss it to make it better?"

slowly, y/n lifted her hands to cup his cheeks and tilted his head down. she pressed her lips to the cut on his hairline, lingering. she pulled back slowly.

"my cheek hurts. you should kiss that too," kit grinned.

moving her hands, y/n kissed both of his lightly bruised cheeks. when she pulled away, his smile was wider than any other she'd seen.

"my lips hurt," he started.

waiting for him to continue, y/n threaded her fingers into the hair on the nape of his neck, urging him to go on.

he swallowed. with his eyes a mixture of emotions, he finished with "you should really kiss them."

y/n smashed her lips onto his. immediately, his hands latched onto her, touching her, feeling her. a small groan left kit's lips when y/n nipped at his bottom lip.

pulling away, kit rested his forhead against y/n's. exhaling through his swollen lips, he could feel y/n still fiddling with his hair.

after a minute, though, y/n pulled away. kit's hurt eyes made y/n press another small kiss to his lips. "i gotta clean you up, pretty boy, jeez."

"but you'll kiss me when you're done, yeah?"

y/n laughed, putting peroxide on a new paper towel. "'course i'll kiss you when i'm done."

[chubbygirlfics]

Can i request a tate Langdon x plus!size reader. Where the reader finds out she is pregnant and is scared to tell tate because she thinks he will make her get an abortion and when she finds out about how tate is dead she stays calm so she doesn't add a lot of stress to herself and the baby maybe she is walking home at night and some guy tries to rob her and then kill her but tate gets there and saves her she finally tells him and he tells her how much he loves her and can't wait to be a father. He says this behe is so deeply in love with the reader. (sorry if its long you don't have to write it)

Tate Langdon x plus-size!Reader

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy, assault, robbery, and abortion.

Summary: at the top! I hope you like this fic!<3 also it isnt proof read

You don’t really know how you ended up in this situation, pregnant with Tates baby, afraid of what he would say or do if you told him, worried he might make you abort the baby.

You always knew Tate was a deeply disturbed person, you overheard the conversations he had with your dad, he’s a therapist and has a home office for his patients.

Your dad always told you to stay away from him of course in the beginning you did but then Tate started wandering the house when your dad thought he left, he made it up to your room one day, watching you threw the crack in your door.

Man he thought you were gorgeous, when you noticed him peeking he got scared of how you would view him, would you think of him as a creep?, as a stalker?

His worries went away when you invited him into your room

‘Oh hi I’m Tate I live next door’ he said shyly breaking eye contact with you, you have him a assuring smile ‘I know who you are Tate, I see you with my dad from time to time, so what are you doing up here’

You ask Curiously ’i was just looking around sorry if I looked like creep earlier I just thought you looked cute- ah sorry I didn’t mean to say that’ he says cutting himself off

‘It’s okay I think your pretty cute too’ that helps him feel less awkward and it’s not like your lying

Ever since that day you two have practically been inseparable, he’s always in your room hanging out, listening to music, watching movies.

After you guys got to know each other better things escalated which got you into the situation you are in now.

Sitting on the bathroom floor with a positive pregnancy test, cursing to yourself, why just why did this have to happen to you.

Lost in your thoughts you over heard someone talking, you quickly hid the pregnancy test and got up to see who it was.

It was Tate and Constance, Tates mother, you never liked her the way you’ve seen her talk to him but you’ve just stayed out of there business because Tate asked you too.

‘Tate how many times have I told you to stop talking to this girl, if she find out your secret, it’ll be over’ she whisper yells at him

‘Mom, she’s not gonna find out I’m dead, she’s never asked me out the house so you don’t have to worry’

Dead? Dead. It made you dizzy, what does he mean dead, how is he talking to you touching you if he is dead.

It makes so sense, whatever he meant or means you know you have to keep calm in order to not put stress on yourself or the baby, even if Tate doesn’t want the baby in the end you do.

After you hear them walk you away you need fresh air to get your kind off of everything.

You put on warm outdoor clothes considering it’s already dark at night , once you get outside you decide to head to the supermarket to get some stuff to snack on.

You got there grabbed some chips and drinks, you had some spare cash that you could use, you bought your items and headed back.

When you got to the yard of your house some random man came out of the bushes and started covering your mouth

He put a knife against your neck ‘I swear if you make one sound I will cut your throat right here bitch, now give me everything you have.’ You are pulling out your wallet and just give it to him the stuff you bought from the store too.

After you give him everything your shaking still trying to keep calm cause all your thinking about is the baby, ‘you know what I’m gonna kill you anyways’

As he’s about to hurt you Tate comes out of the shadows ‘don’t fucking touch her’ he says slamming a rock against his head more than one time

It definitely knocks than random man out, you never felt so relieved, Tate saved you

‘Oh my god y/n are you a okay? Did he hurt you?’ He says pulling you into a hug, ‘it’s okay Tate I’m fine can we please go inside’ you beg ‘yeah of course baby’ he says grabbing your stuff from the ground and leading you inside

When you got to your room you started breaking down crying, ‘hey, it’s okay y/n your safe now’ he says giving you a kiss at the top of your head,

‘I know tate that’s not why I’m crying’ you say looking at him ‘then what’s wrong?’ He says confused

You take a deep breath ‘I’m pregnant tate and it’s yours, I’m sorry’

He’s speechless for a good minute, you take that as a bad sign, ‘really?’ He asks you see some excitement in his eyes which makes you relieved

‘Yeah I was having a lot of symptoms so I took a pregnancy and test and it was positive but I understand if you don’t want the baby but I’m not getting a abortion tate’ you state

‘No no I don’t want you too, I can’t believe I’m going to be a dad, to our baby , I’m so happy y/n I love you so much and I would never make you get an abortion I want the baby just as much as you do.’

Your smile got so wide and then you remember what him and his mother said.

‘Tate, what did you mean earlier when you said you were dead?’ His eyes go wide.

‘It’s a long story y/n’



[nobitchs-world]

Me: I love horror movie slashers

My scary ass if I ever saw them:

[madwcman]

Mess It Up 2

wc: 1.3k | miu masterlist

cw: second chance romance, shy! reader, plus! size reader

“I keep thinking maybe if you let me back in, we can make it better, breaking every habit.”

Avoiding Remus seemed to be quite difficult. His eyes always seem to be on you. Whether it was sitting down at the table or getting drinks his eyes seemed to follow you. It was a little nerve wracking. But thankfully the night was coming to an end. As everyone was leaving one by one, first Lily and James, then Sirius, then Peter. It was just you, Mary and Remus. After a second of some uncomfortable silence you decided it was your time to go. You give Mary a goodbye hug, and a rush goodbye to Remus. You feel the cool air the night brings you as you leave the pub. You let out a relieved sigh, it was over.

“Y/n! Wait!” You internally groan in your head, of course Remus would follow you out. He wanted to talk. You weighed your options. It was either ignore him and let him keep calling out for you or get this over with. You heaved another sigh turning around.

“What can I do for you, Lupin?” Remus comes to a full stop. And he frowns a bit. “We’re on a last name basis? Ouch.” You glare at him. “What do you want?”

He’s silent for a second, debating in his head on what to say. He knows you’re still upset with him. He settles with a pitty smile. “You know we’re going to have to talk about this at some point, right?

“Right, of course.” He smiles now, a real smile. He’s smiling with his teeth, you look down to his bottom lip, his small scar stretches. You slip a small smile but quickly relax your face and narrow your eyes hoping Remus didn’t notice. “What are you smiling about?” You snip at him, you’re trying your hardest to be a little mean.

“Nothing,” you look at him skeptical, he shrugs as his smile turns more sheepish and shy. “This is the most you’ve talked all night.”

Oh, you didn’t realize. Your face goes blank. You have no quick response to Remus.

“Oh, you guys are still here?” You both turn to see Mary. Your face feels hot, your body tenses, you internally scream. “Yeah, me and y/n were just catching up.” Mary's eyebrows furrow with confusion. “y/n and I went to school together.”Remus quickly explains, Mary turns to you, you shake your head confirming what Remus just told her.

“Well- it was good to see you Remus,” you lie through your teeth and quickly turn to Mary. “Want to walk back with me?”

“Yeah!” You and Mary lived at the same apartment complex. You were relieved that you always had Mary for company. And even more relieved and thankful she saved you from this conversation with Remus. After Mary’s quick goodbye to Remus, you start your stroll back home.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” You promise your friend, softly. Drained from tonight.

“You seem tense when Remus is around.” You curse at your friend in your head for being so observant. You softly hum, offhandedly looking forward not wanting to look Mary in her eyes as you lie to her. “I didn’t notice.”

“Right, what happened?”

“Nothing.”

“Liar.”

Then it’s quiet for the rest of the walk. You don’t know what to tell Mary. It’s not like Remus did anything wrong, or bad but, what he did wasn’t exactly good either. Even though Remus hurt your feelings back when you were friends, you still have a feeling to protect him. You don’t want Mary to have an opinion on Remus before she actually gets to know him.

You both made it to the complex, you turn to Mary and wish her a good night. Entering your apartment you head straight to your room. You’re exhausted, but you still have your nightly routine. You groan. But you shuffle across your apartment getting ready for the night. A few minutes later you fall into bed sleeping alone.

Waking up to your phone ringing wasn’t ideal. It was actually annoying. You quickly grab your phone and answer the call. “What?” It comes out rude, slow and a little sleepy.

“Hello to you too.” You hear the amusement in his voice but you can’t help closing your eyes, you feel the dreadful feeling taken over when you hear his voice. “How did you get my number?” You grumble into the phone.

“You seem so happy to hear from me.”

“Well, of course! What girl doesn’t love speaking to a guy who ripped her heart out?” You sass back, your sarcasm voicing out. It’s quiet on the other line. You feel as if you overdone it. “I’m sorry, Remus.”

“No, it’s fine.” There’s a beat of silence, that’s awkward. But Remus clears his throat. “Anyways, I need your address.”

“What?”

“I need your address. We’re hanging out.”

“No we’re not.” You resort, you’re not hanging out with Remus Lupin.

“Yes we are.”

“Remus, no we’re not.”

“We need to work this out.” He’s stubborn and firm on his decision. But you are too.

“No.” You hang up the phone, not wanting to hear Remus out.

The dreadful feeling is back an hour after the phone call, when you hear a knock at the door. Walking over to the door you look through the peephole, you see Remus.

“You’ve got to be joking.” You hope that if you're quiet enough that Remus will leave.

Another knock on the door. You stay silent, you even go as far as holding your breath. “I know you’re here.” Your hope is crushed. You let out the air you’ve been holding as you open the door “How’d you find me?”

“Lily,” He shrugs his shoulders, as if it was nothing. “Okay, get ready. We're going out.”

“Where?”

“The park.” you’re definitely not going to park with him, no matter what.

You’re mad with yourself. You are currently out at the park with Remus. He bribed you outside of your apartment with lunch and a trip to the bookstore. It’s embarrassing how quickly you folded. It’s shameful.

You’re both seated at a bench. You find yourself a little speechless at the moment. You're waiting for Remus to say something to break this awkward silence.

“I think we should become friends again.” You stare at Remus as if he’s crazy. He says it as if becoming friends again will be easy. He laughs at your facial expressions. He knows it’ll be harder than it sounds, but he’s determined. He misses you. “I’m serious, you know.” He stops laughing, moving his body towards you. You look up to him, he does look serious, there’s not a hint of amusement in his eyes.

“I’m still not sure.” You say skeptical, Remus knew this was going to happen. You had every right to be skeptical. But he’s going to prove it to you.

“I know, but I think we can do this.” he’s trying to reassure you, His large scarred hand grabs yours, holding it.

“Maybe,” you’re still not sure, but you don’t want to make anything awkward or weird for your friends. “I'll think about it.” You snatch your hand back from Remus and scoot away from him.

“I’m okay with that.” He scrunched his eyebrows a little, he was a little hurt that you snatched your hand back, but he does understand. “I think we should skip out on the book store and lunch.” You offer, you feel awkward and a little bad for offering this suggestion. You just need to be alone for a bit. “No, come on let me treat you!” Remus has always been nice, that’s a problem for you. It’s always been hard to tell him no.

“I’m sorry, but not today.” Your voice is soft, you have to set a boundary. “Just let me think about this.”

“Okay.” Remus smiles at you, it doesn’t stretch all the way. This smile doesn’t really stretch any of his scars on his face either. It’s not a real smile.

You grin at him, politely. And then stand up, you decide to head home and to think about what Remus asked. To become friends again, it wasn’t going to be easy. Not when you still miss Remus more than a friend, but you think you could put this aside and work it out for Lily. You’re not going to mess it up.

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mssarahcatharinepaulson miss you both ❤️

yourinsta you’re such a fangirl & @mssarahcatharinepaulson miss you more lovely!!

yourinsta love you so much

fan336 ACTUALLY @yourinsta it’s me I’m the fangirl

evanpeters @yourinsta always will be babe ❤️ I love you

fan593 I LOVE YOU EVAN

lilyrabe love seeing you so happy Evan!

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I see lots of these and wanted to be plus size inclusive ❣️ love all you plus size Evan loving queens. This is my first Instagram fake post, I’ll do more and hopefully get better!! Send ideas for the next if you’d like 🤍

[wroteitbutneverwatchedit]

Hear me out, I can either post part 9of Could we work? today or tomorrow. OR I could post a part 2 to the Micheal Langdon request. Tell me in the comments

Also letting you all know I’m taking requests again!! But take heed of my username. I wrote it but never watched it.

I will do:

Michael Langdon

Peter Parker

Billy Hargrove

Jack Harlow

Five Hargreaves ( noting nasty, most I’ll right for him is something that a teen would say)

Ben hargreeves

Xavier plympton

Evan peters

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

And I’ll add more when I think of them. But let me know which chapter I should post. And maybe make a request.