hi! if itâs okay, could i please request remus comforting reader after she gets into a huge argument w her dad (maybe heâs kind of a dick)?? completely fine if not!
your work is amazing by the way, have a lovely day!! xx
this is not self indulgent at all :) cw: arguments[mentioned] , strained parent child relationships
âhe just doesnât get it but not because he doesnât understand. no he understands, he just does care because itâs not what he wants me to do.â
your tears are streaming down your face thatâs smushed into remusâ chest.
you and your dad have a rough relationship. itâs not really great or good, but itâs sort of a relationship?
you still donât know and youâve been his child for near on two decades.
remus knows what itâs like, heâs met the guy and he hates when you have to see him because you always end up in tears in his arms.
remus doesnât mind of course- being the one to comfort you- he just hates that no matter what your dad always seems to get under your skin like this.
âi know dove,â he rubs at your back and kisses your forehead but he knows heâs going to have to help you feel better for a good few days after this.
the crying does help though.
âiâm sorry he always tries to tell you what to do and itâs annoying and hurtful because he does it in insulting ways,â you sniffle and he feels the tears soaking his shirt slow. âno parent should make you feel that way.â
you nod and yawn and remus stops rubbing your back to pull you sideways in his lap.
âhow about we watch a christmas film, hm?â
itâs the beginning of june but you look so heartbroken remus figures that âchristmas in juneâ is the least he can do.
your eyes shine a little and remus knows heâs on the right path.
âwe can put on âthe santa clauseâ and we can bake that swirl cookie you like.â
tears fall down your face again as you ask, âcan we really?â
remusâ heart cracks a little at how small you sound.
âyeah bunny, we really can,â he smears a kiss to your sticky forehead and brushes away your tears. âwe can even wear our christmas pyjamas too.â
arguments with your dad are always the worst thing ever to experience, but at least you have remus and his unyielding love for you.
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hii!! could you do some "dating richard cameron & being charlie's childhood friend" hc? I WOULD REALLY LOVE IT!! <3 maybe something where the reader's really outgoing & likes cameron & actually flirts with him but he thinks it's a joke bc she's besties with charlie. thanks in advance :))
dating richard and being charlieâs childhood friend
notes: okay i am SO sorry that i left you waiting this long! i havenât been active on this account for months, iâm so sorry! also i first wrote this as richard x charlieâs sister!reader and had to edit it when i realised it wasnât what you were after so i apologise if itâs a bit messy!
warnings: overprotective charlie, annoying charlie
- your parents were friends with charlieâs parents at school, so it was no surprise that when they found out they were both having children months apart, they were going to make sure they were friends
- you had always been close, so itâs no surprise that you were friendly with his friends too - even if you didnât see them as much as you saw him
- you were closest to neil - they were best friends, after all (and heâs the friendliest)
- you first saw richard at a christmas ball that involved both welton and henley hall
- you saw charlie causing trouble and annoying everyone with his group; all but one of them
- immediately, you were infatuated by this boy, and went over to talk to him
- he was very shy (but it was obvious to everyone that he thought you were beautiful)
- when you left, charlie nearly slapped him
- âmy friends are off limits, you creep!â
- due to charlieâs overprotectiveness (and his dislike for richard), you had to keep your relationship a secret for a while
- there was a lot of sneaking around
- richard, being a perfect gentleman, didnât like this at first. he wanted to treat you right
- but then he remembered the anger in charlieâs eyes during the ball and knew that you couldnât go public
- it all went perfectly for a few months, until charlie walked in on richard reading a suspicious letter
- the handwriting and perfume that was sprayed on the letter were all too familiar
- when he snatched the letter from richardâs hand and read it, he was totally enraged
- pitts and knox had to hold him back
- he was very very angry at you for not telling him - he felt betrayed
- but he quickly forgave you once you filled him in on all the details heâd missed
- it took him a while to forgive richard, but once he saw how well he treated you, he knew you were in safe hands
- charlieâs parents were practically yours too, so once you told your parents, you had to tell his too
- all four of them were thrilled!
- they loved richard as charlieâs friend already - this was perfect for them!
- mortifying for richard - his first time meeting your parents was also his first time properly meeting charlieâs parents
- of course, was very nervous to meet them
- theyâd invited him over for a family dinner, but he got along with them spectacularly
- the only thing he had to worry about was charlie being annoying and teasing the two of you
- you nearly threw a fork at him when he started making kissing noises
- although it took him a while to come round, charlie knows that richard loves you and that youâre happy with him
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âloveâ | r.l
notes: inspired by everyone under the dealer!remus hashtag, i love everything there đ«¶đ»đ«¶đ»
warnings: dealer!remus, reader is high (weed), slightly anxious!reader, pet names (love, baby), fluffy
the knock on the door made you jump. blinking slowly, you got up off of the sofa and made your way towards the door. you felt as though you were walking through cobwebs. a pleasant surprise - remus was at the door.
âhi, rem.â you said softly, wrapping your lazy arms around his torso before you could let him in the door.
âhi, baby. you alright?â he pulled away, holding you by the shoulders so he could get a good look at you. you didnât look upset. in fact, he knew all too well what your heavy lidded eyes meant.
ââm a bit high.â you confessed, playing with your jumper.
âi can see that.â he paused, waiting for you to speak, but you didnât. âwant to let me in?â
you nodded, stepping aside so that he could walk in and close the door behind him. wordlessly, he took your hand and led you to the sofa, plopping down with a sigh. immediately, you crawled into his lap, curling up with your head on his shoulder.
ââm sorry.â you mumbled, playing with his fingers gently.
âwhy are you sorry?â he moved his head to look down at you.
âtook your weed without asking.â
âi left some here for you, remember?â he was referring to the time he came over last week, and left some weed for you. âi just need you to tell me if you have some. but iâm not mad at you, love.â
âsorry.â
âitâs okay, love. i promise.â he craned his neck downwards so that he could kiss your forehead gently. his baby always worried too much.
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Hii! Can i request some Dating Headcanons with Neil Perry? Maybe some that reader is latina? If you donât how to do it, itâs fine! Thank youuuđ«¶đŒđ«¶đŒ hope you are having a great day!
dating neil perry
warnings: none!
note: i didnât make the reader explicitly latina, purely because as a white person i donât think iâd be able to capture writing from another raceâs pov accurately, and it would feel wrong to impersonate another race like that. iâm sure there are plenty of other latina writers that would love to do your request justice, though! also this is kind of all over the place, iâm sorry đ
- okay we all know that neil is fairly confident, but when it comes to you??
- he gets so shy
- like. blushing and awkward laughing around you level shy.
- he stays up at night trying to figure out how to ask you out
- the poets have tried multiple times to help him out, but heâs hopeless - which none of them really expected in truth
- they all seem to turn into kids again, physically pushing him towards you whenever they see you, or teasing you just enough so that your interest is piqued, but not enough so that you know that neil has a crush on you
- even mr keating had noticed that neil was distracted, and accurately put it down to teenage romance
- when he finally does ask you out, itâs only because he talked it out so much with charlie
- of course, heâs a gentleman, but he also doesnât want to make a big deal out of it in case he gets rejected
- so, at a dinner party one evening, he manages to get you alone, and asks if youâd let him take you to a restaurant that weekend
- of course you say yes
- because why wouldnât you
- since then, going to restaurants has been a bi-weekly thing for the both of you
- despite your best efforts, he ALWAYS pays
- he loves to see you all dressed up
- and the vision of him in a suit isnât exactly something you complain about either
- after dating for a few weeks, you finally pluck up the courage to attend one of the societyâs meetings
- you were nervous at first, worried that you werenât as well read as the boys were
- neil reassured you that you were definitely intelligent enough to be there - ânot that intelligence matters all that much, weâve got charlieâ
- you often write poetry for each other, and you keep all of the ones youâd been given in a drawer in your bedroom
- he has to be a little more discreet, so keeps all of the ones youâd given him in an envelope in his wardrobe
- he reads at least one every night
- todd is beyond tired of hearing about you
- this poor boy had to listen to neil ramble about you for months before he even had the courage to ask you out
- but now that youâre officially dating? neil never shuts up about you
- neilâs love language is quality time, so heâs always trying to find excuses to be with you
- definitely clingy - when one of you has to leave the other, he gets genuinely sad
- even if youâre going to see each other the next day
- also LOVES to see you in his clothes
- especially his jumpers
- he loves how they fit you, and how itâs a subtle signal that youâre his
- he doesnât get jealous super easily, but he absolutely hates people staring at you
- even if you donât mind, heâll always wrap an arm around you or hold your hand to show them that youâre very much not single
- there have been occasions where heâs interrupted conversations being slightly more affectionate than usual - a clear sign that heâs jealous or insecure and will need reassuring later
- which ofc, youâre more than happy to do
- he always makes it look casual tho - heâs never dramatic or passive-aggressive about it
- neil is actually very insecure and needs a lot of reassurance - something that surprised you at first due to his joyful personality
- heâs also an amazing listener
- heâll always let you vent to him, no matter what itâs about
- heâs sympathetic about everything you tell him, but especially if you donât get along with your parents
- he knows how badly it can hurt, and he hates that you have to go through that
- on the other hand tho, he never loves you more than when youâre rambling on about something youâre interested in
- he loves how excited you get, how your eyes seem to light up
- even if he has no interest in the topic, he adores listening to you talk about it
- to conclude, neil is the best boyfriend ever and i love him so much xoxoxo
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requesting rules
who i write for
- dmitri, hopper, robin, nancy, steve, and eddie <3 (stranger things)
- any grishaverse character apart from nikolai (i havenât finished reading the books yet) and the darkling (grishaverse)
- any tfota character (the folk of the air)
- neil, todd, charlie, meeks, pitts, cameron, ginny, chris (dead poets society)
- i do not write for real people, like cast members, singers etc.
how to request
- through asks - please be patient though!
- if you think i might not have received your ask feel free to resend it <3
requests are open!
limits
iâm okay with writing smut, but i do have some limits:
- 16+ - i wonât age characters up
- no race play, age play, rape play, incest or stepcest
also, everything i write will be gender neutral unless itâs smut - then the reader will be afab because thatâs what i know.
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okay iâm really sorry but iâm not going to be doing the taglist anymore bc i keep forgetting to add it and itâs stressing me out massively! <3
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Look I know we are all on the subject of you fucking yourself rn but I need to get this outta my system.
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okay anyway ily mari <3
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nah I AGREE THO!!!
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going on a date with Eddie Munson headcannons
going on a date with eddie hcs
warnings: slight nsfw mention
- first of all, heâs not one for fancy shit
- this comes as no surprise to you, but he wonât be taking you out to expensive restaurants
- a lot of what the two of you class as dates are pretty lowkey
- everyone knows that eddie loves music
- so he likes taking you to concerts
- especially if you have the same music taste, but heâd drag you along even if you differed in that aspect
- (but you never minded - you just liked spending time with him)
- you canât tell me he wouldnât LOVE moshing with you
- heâd be absolutely feral in a mosh pit
- but heâd still do the most make sure that youâre safe
- if youâre short, he wouldnât let go of your hand at all because he wouldnât want to lose you
- the two of you ate at fast food restaurants a lot
- this was your version of a michelin star evening
- sometimes youâd dress to the nines (eddie has one suit he wore to a wedding two years ago) just to go to mcdonaldâs
- everyone looked at you weirdly, but being with eddie, you were already used to that
- you both found the whole thing hilarious
- other times heâd take you on long walks, surrounded by overgrown grass and ancient trees
- this often happened when you were stressed and needed time away from everything
- youâd sit in the thick branches of the oldest trees and talk about everything and nothing
- whatever you did, youâd go back to his trailer after every date
- sometimes you just sat in his bedroom and messed around
- ate crappy food, listened to music, etc.
- other timesâŠ
- heâd rail you into next year
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cruel is the golden rule [remus lupin x reader]
reader is suicidal. remus just wants to listen. [1.6k]
requested here
warnings: reader is suicidal, suicidal ideation, suicidal thoughts, hurt/comfort, fem!reader, she/her pronouns used for reader
You woke up gasping for air, throwing yourself into a sitting position.
That dream again.Â
You struggled to remember the details. Every night the same, youâd wake up with the smell of salt in your nose and the sensation of crushing weight on all sides. You fought to recall what you dreamt, what couldâve possibly caused such a visceral feeling of unease, but it was like chasing the tide.Â
The only sound in your room was the beating of your own heart and the thrum of your desktop fan, whirring weakly in a losing battle against the stuffiness of your room. Pressing your hand to your clammy forehead, you let yourself fall back into the damp sheets beneath you with a long suffering moan. Your alarm clock told you it was much too early to be awake. Unfortunately, you knew from experience you wouldnât find sleep again today.Â
You traced the cracked ceiling with aching eyes, feeling the weight of your fatigue deep in every pore. You imagined yourself much like the alabaster ceiling, a girl - fragmented. Slowly, the fissures in your ceiling, which had started very small, almost unnoticeable, had widened, had crawled, and now filled even the peripherals of your vision.Â
Like a pane of shattered glass.Â
You crinkled your eyes shut tightly and groaned. Every night you traversed this slippery slope. It always began with the dark presence of your dream, quickly moved to the bisected ceiling, and finally moved to the self delusion, the idea that you were somehow a mirror of your surroundings. You huffed a breath through your nose and tried to picture what Remus would say if you told him this idea.Â
Youâre you, dove. Youâre a person, and youâre real, and the ceiling really doesnât matter.Â
Remus never took anything beyond the surface level, and it was something you loved about him.Â
But Remus, youâd say, donât you get it? Itâs cracked because itâs my ceiling.Â
Â
And heâd pet your head so softly and say, No. itâs just cracked.Â
The idea that your surroundings were a mirror plagued you deeply and perturbed your boyfriend only slightly. And now the damp sheets around you, what did they mean?Â
You struggled from the clawed hands of your mattress and into the dimly lit kitchen, squinting at the street light outside through the open window blinds. Itâs yellow light aged your hands, and when you poured yourself a glass of water you didnât recognise them. You set the glass which was swathed in condensation aside on your hard wood table and frowned at the rivulets that fell and soaked into the grain. You could hear Remusâ voice in your head. Use a coaster.Â
Tables are for dishes, Remus.Â
Right, but if you take care of something, itâll last longer.Â
You made to pick the glass up and find something to lay underneath it when it fell from your grasp, bounced on the wood and sprayed frigid water across the length of mahogany and down your front. You blinked a droplet from your eyelashes and listened to the water pitter to the floor, counted the sound until the time between each was so long you thought the river had finally run dry. No such luck.Â
The cold on your face reminded you of your dream. If only you could remember what it had been about.Â
You had the sudden and all-encompassing realisation of worthlessness. You couldnât even get yourself a drink of water without messing it up. You didnât take care of your things. You didnât take care of yourself. It was so early and you were so tired and now you were mildly damp and moderately distressed. How childish the pipeline seemed, a small inconvenience felt like catastrophe these days, each incremental weight added to the scales proving to tip you further and further downward.
You wondered after the bleach in your kitchen cupboard. How much bleach would you need to drink to die? And the knives in the knife block, were they sharp enough to do any real damage? And what about your medicine cabinet, was anything in there potent enough to end your life?
Remusâ belt was still in your bedroom.Â
You sighed very heavily and put your face down against the wood, letting the puddle soak into your hair and your skin. What silly fantasies to have, you thought. And still your hands itched.Â
If Remus could see the state you were in heâd be terribly upset, you thought. If you did anything worse, heâd be furious. You wallowed for a few minutes more and then gathered your bravery to take the telephone from its hook and dial his number. When he didnât answer you tried a second time.Â
âYeah?â his voice said, familiar even through the line, edged in sleep.
âRemus,â you said. You paused to wet your lips.Â
âDoll? What time is it?â
âIâm not sure.â
There was a small silence. âBad dream?â
âCan I come over?â you asked in ways of answering.
âCourse you can. Do you want me to come and get you?â
You breathed a sigh of relief and let your head rest against the wall. âNo, thatâs okay. Iâm sorry to wake you up.â
âIâm not. I missed your voice.â
You glanced over your shoulder at the spilled drink and smiled for the first time in a while. âI missed yours.â
âGet over here.â
âRight. See you in a few.â
âIâll unlock the door.â
âOkay,â you said, word warped with fondness and the inklings of oncoming tears.Â
What he heard he didnât like. âAre you sure I canât come and get you?â
âIâll be fine. There before you know it.â
ââŠAlright. Come quick, sweetheart.â
The walk to his flat was peaceful and cold. You let yourself in through the building's creaky front door, permanently broken to be unlocked, and stepped up flights of plain stairs to his front door.Â
It was open like heâd promised. You entered as quietly as you could and toed your shoes off, throwing your coat over the back of his sofa as you walked through and found him half sleeping in bed. He perked up at the sight of you standing in his doorway, moving the quilt so you could wiggle in close to his side.Â
His arm came around your side, his lips graced the skin of your forehead.Â
âYouâre freezing!â he exclaimed in a whisper.Â
You laughed under your breath and whispered back, âItâs cold out!â
âShouldâve let me pick you up.â
âAnd have you drive like this? You can barely speak.â
âCold wouldâve woke me up.â
âYeah?â you asked, spitefully pressing the backs of your cold hands into his side. He flinched away from you and grumbled his indignation before taking his revenge, pinching at your sides until you were laughing, squirming away from his ticklish endeavours.Â
Your laughs slowly turned gasping, falling away until you were crying dribbling tears down the sides of your face. Remusâ own giggles turned to gentle shushing sounds, like shifting silt on the riverbank.Â
âYouâre okay,â he said quietly, words half-smothered where his mouth rested at your temple, arm wrapped fiercely around the back of your shoulders so you were held closely to his chest.
âSorry. I canât remember why Iâm crying,â you told him.Â
âNo?â
You shook your head.
âDonât be sorry for crying. Itâs good for you.â
You cried against his soft sleep shirt for a while, hands digging into his skin. If he minded he didnât say.Â
âHave you⊠been having those thoughts again?â he asked.Â
âYeah,â you admitted, nose buried in his side.
He squeezed you from his side and up onto his chest, hugging you. âThanks for calling me. My brave girl.â
âIâm a coward.â
âIâm not sure why youâd think so,â he said.Â
Remus liked to do this thing when he knew you were hurting, in the way he held you close. His hands were firm, like he was squeezing all the pain from you in waves. It almost worked.Â
âYouâre so pretty. Oh, pretty girl,â he murmured into your hair. âYouâre so kind. You know that?â
âRemus, you donât have to.â
âI do. Let me, okay? Youâre my favourite girl. Youâre my favourite person on this whole planet. All I want is for you to see yourself like I do, see how lovely you are.â
"I don't feel very lovely," you said.Â
He slowly began to shift you from side to side, like a waltz with no music. "You are, I swear on my life.
"Inside and out. I'd miss you so much, I know it's selfish of me to say it. I'd miss you like I'd miss my hands, should they miraculously fall off," he said, good humour colouring the second half. You laughed if only because he wanted you to.Â
"I'd miss you like the earth misses the moon, I should think. Like a part of me had been stricken from my body, thrown somewhere I couldn't reach."
It was kind. It was cruel, in a way, because although you loved him and felt the weight of his words, your hands still itched for the heavy handle of a kitchen knife. You tightened your hands around him and sighed in pain.Â
"I'm so sorry," you told him. A confessional.Â
"I know," he kissed your forehead, "I don't want you to be."
"I'm sorry."
"You want to tell me why?"
You couldn't describe it if you wanted to. He nodded.Â
"I'm here. Tell me when you're ready," he said.Â
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Hello!! I was wondering if I could get a Sirius x Reader x Remus where theyâre both going rough on the reader and she uses the safe word because theyâre going too rough to the point that it hurts? You decide how they react âșïž
hi babe! Thanks for your request, I hope you enjoy!
a/n: weâre gonna pretend the dorms had their own bathrooms.
brief smut- double penetration, rough sex, degradation, d/s, pain, safe-wording, angst, guilt, hurt/comfort, crying, subspace.
At first, the pain mingles with the pleasure in that familiar, euphoric sensation that you crave.
âTake our cocks, puppy, thatâs it.â Sirius growls, arms wrapped around your middle and holding your balmy form to his, your breasts pressed against his chest as he drives into your pussy. Remus is moving forward slowly, entering your ass and providing that delicious stretch as he pushes himself inside you, a thin wall of flesh separating his cock from Siriusâs.
It feels good at first, but as Remus pushes in Sirius grows impatient, and he reaches out to grip the boyâs hips, yanking him forward and sheathing him inside you in one foul swoop. You cry out at the red hot pain searing in your ass, hands grappling at Siriusâs shoulders desperately, eyes screwed shut tight.
âThatâs better- fuck, donât waste our fucking time, Moony.â Sirius grits out, relishing in the tight, clenching walls of your cunt around him.
âFucking hell, Sirius, âm not trying to tear the poor thing in half.â Remus quips, voice tight with pleasure. Youâre breathless- panting as you try to adjust to the intrusion, desperate to be good for the two boys. Youâre getting there, the pain is dissipating and your breathing slowing, your panicked mind calming as the boys sit motionless within you.
Then Sirius moves- a deep, quick snap of his hips that, while hurts, would be almost bearable were it not followed by the same motion from Remus. Remus thrusts his cock once and unendurable pain shoots through you, knocking the air from your lungs as you dig your nails into Siriusâs shoulders hard. You need this to stop, but you can hardly suck in a breath, let alone speak.
âFuck, puppy, ease up your grip-â
âRed-â you choke out as soon as you have the air necessary to do so, voice broken. âRed, red, redâ you repeat the words like a mantra, eyes squeezed shut as you hold onto Sirius tight.
You feel hands on your hips, hear Remus cooing âshh, gonna pull out, nice and slow.â You hiss as his cock slides out from you, Siriusâs following soon after. âFuck bunny, âm so sorryâ Remus murmurs in response to the pained sound, large hands running up and down your sides in an attempt to soothe you. Youâre sobbing softly into Sirius, slightly fuzzy mind reeling from the pain and swimming with thoughts that youâve disappointed them, failed them, that you werenât good for them.
âPuppy, hey, whatâs the matter? Where does it hurt, y/n, where does it hurt?â Sirius asks, the words coming out in a desperate rush, anxious to know what the problem is. His hand rubs soothing circles between your shoulder blades, chest moving unsteadily beneath you as his breathing fluctuates with his growing nerves. All you can do is shake your head, too choked up to form a verbal response.
âBunny, hey, youâve gotta talk to us. Talk to me, my love.â Remus murmurs, moving around from the foot of the bed to its side so he can bend down for a better look at your visage.
When his freckled face comes into view, brows furrowed with concern, his image blurred by the tears welled in your eyes, you whimper out a weak âRemmyâ, letting go of Sirius in favor of holding your arms out to the taller boy.
âHi, babyâ Remus coos as he hooks his hands under your armpits, pulling you up and gathering you in his arms against his firm chest. You hide your face in the crook of his neck as you sob, fingers curling around his sides weakly, finding some solace in his warmth and familiar scent. His large hand splays over your back, rubbing soothingly, and he folds a lanky leg under his bum as he sits on the bed beside Sirius, who is now sitting up against the headboard.
Remus rocks slightly as he holds you, anxiety growing within both boys as they remain unaware of what ails you, trying to calm you enough to explain it to them.
âPuppy, please, whatâs wrong? What happened?â Sirius quickly tries again. He leans into Remusâs side, craning his neck to try to sneak a peek at your visage, which is still burrowed in Remusâs shoulder.
âH-hurtâ is all you can manage to stutter out, words choked as you cry, feeling overwhelmed by emotions in your delicate headspace.
âDoes it still hurt, doll? Does it still hurt, or are ya just scared?â Remus murmurs, desperate to get as many details as he can so he can help you as much as possible.
âScared- âm sorry, tried to be good, it just hurt so bad and I couldnât- I had to- âm sorryâ the words come out in an agitated rush with how desperate you are to express your guilt to your two doms. Both boysâ hearts quite nearly shatter at the utterance of the apology, the thought that you have any reason to apologize never having so much as fleetingly crossed their minds.
âPuppy, no, donât apologizeâ Sirius insists, bringing slender fingers up to card comfortingly through your hair. âWe arenât upset with you- merlin, of course we arenât.â Had your mind been clearer, less shrouded by a submissive haze, the remorse in his voice would have been painfully obvious.
âSiriâs right, bunny, you were so good for us. You should always use your safe word- good girls tell us when theyâre uncomfortable, hm? They tell us when they want to stop.â Remus adds, hand never halting in its circular path along the expanse of your back. His words bring you great comfort- the assurance that you were good doing far more for your foggy mind than anything else the boy could have offered.
Your sobs settle somewhat, fizzle out into pathetic, hiccuping gasps as you choke out âI-I was good? Even though I-I stopped before I made you cum?â, finally retreating from your hiding spot in Remusâs clavicle to blink tearily up at the boy. He nods down at you, smiling as reassuringly as he can despite his internal guilt and worry.
ââCourse you were, my love. Always are. Can you tell us what hurt now, baby? So we can help you?â Remus prompts, bringing one hand up to tuck a stray strand of hair that had found itself stuck to your wet, salty cheek behind your ear.
âMy butt, Rem, it was too tight, ân you moved too fast. It burned so bad.â You whimper out, and though you donât have any intention of placing blame with the words, Remusâs heart catches in his throat as you say them. Siriusâs does too, however, as he was the one to pull Remus forwards, not allowing the boy to take his time as heâd clearly tried to do. Both boysâ chests are tight with guilt as they process that not only are you hurting, but youâre hurting because of them.
âIâm so sorry babyâ both boys blurt out at once, the words dripping with deep regret. Your brows furrow instantly- why are they sorry? To you, it was quite clearly an accident, as you know neither boy would ever hurt you intentionally. And itâs not like they even hurt you severely.
âItâs okay, Iâm okayâ you murmur bravely, genuinely, fingers playing idly with the hair at the nape of Remusâs neck. âIt was an accident, ân Iâm feeling better.â Despite this, Remus looks at Sirius, giving the boy a soft direction.
âCan you check for tearing, Pads? Just to be sure?â Remus murmurs, to which the long haired boy nods. Sirius leans over from where he sits beside the pair of you to better view the afflicted area, hands coming out to grasp your cheeks and pull them apart gently. You jolt at the touch, whimpering as you push your face back into the safe spot between Remusâs neck and shoulder. The boy tightens his hold on you, shushing you softly and pressing a kiss to your temple. âSâalright, bunny, heâs not gonna touch. Heâs just gonna look.â Remus assures, fingers trailing up and down your spine gently.
You whimper again but make no further complaints, trusting both boys wholeheartedly. After a careful inspection Sirius reports âsheâs fine, no tearing.â, much to the relief of everyone present.
âGood.â Remus says before he heaves a heavy sigh, trying to get a hold of his roiling emotions so he can take lead of the situation- as heâs so often relied on to do- and get everyone settled and feeling safe enough for some much needed rest.
âAlright, doll, would you like us to use a charm or clean ya up the old fashioned way?â The freckled boy inquires, pulling his head back to gaze down upon your face.
âCharm, please. âM so sleepy.â You murmur easily, finding no issue in coming to a decision. Remus nods and Sirius is moving as soon as you say the words, grabbing his wand from the bedside table and murmuring a quick charm to clean your moisture from between your legs.
âOkay, bunny. Pads is gonna take you to the bathroom while I get our beds all ready for us, okay? Ya just have to go potty, then we can all get snuggled up to go to sleep.â Remus instructs, throwing long legs over the side of the bed and standing with you before setting you on your feet.
You pout at the words but nod regardless of your distaste, taking Siriusâs outstretched hand as he offers it and trudging after him into the dorm bathroom.
Itâs no easy feat, but soon Sirius has coaxed you into going to the bathroom and washing your hands and is leading you right back into the dorm. Remus is there, waiting for you both, in his bed. The covers of both his and Siriusâs are pushed back, Peter and Jamesâs vacant as your boyfriends had somehow managed to convince them both to spend the night in the common room.
âWho dâya wanna sleep with, poppet?â Remus muses once youâre back within his view, smiling slightly as he watches you sleepily fist at your eye.
âDunno, canât pick.... canât we all fit? I can just go on top. Like a pile.â You suggest. Remus opens his mouth to argue, to point out how bloody uncomfortable three people- two of whom are over six feet tall- squeezed into one twin bed would be, but as he takes in your wide, pleading eyes and extended lower lip, he canât find it in him to form such an argument. Either way, Sirius beats him to the punch.
âCourse we can, pretty girl. Come on.â Sirius leads you over to Remusâs bed, muttering a âscooch over, you oafâ as he approaches before laying down beside the taller boy. Then he holds out an arm, inviting you to climb right in on top, which you donât hesitate to do, grinning triumphantly.
After some wiggling the three of you manage to get almost comfortable, but what the arrangement lacks in physical comfort it more than makes up for emotionally, as being pressed so close to both boys brings you more relief than anything else could.
âGood night, bunny.â Remus murmurs after pulling up the covers and getting the three of you thoroughly tucked in. His voice is a deep, soothing rumble that immediately relaxes you, coaxing you towards sleep.
âNight, pup.â Sirius echoes, hand managing to burrow its way between the three bodies squished together and come to rest on your breast, the warmth of his palm cupping your flesh adding to your solace.
âGood night, Siri. Night, Rem. Love you.â You murmur. After receiving synchronized âlove you tooâs in return, you let your heavy lids flutter shut, and your breathing evens out as you fall into a peaceful slumber, wrapped up in your boys.
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hello! can i request some hurt/comfort for poly!marauders pleaseeđ«¶đ»
i donât really have anything specific in mind,, just want some hurt/comfort crumbssđ„čđ€Čđ»
sure, hope you enjoy!! as always, please leave a request if thereâs anything else youâd like to see <3
poly!marauders x fem!reader
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You woke up twisted in your bedding, suffocating in a thin sheet of sweat that made your pyjamas stick to your skin. Another nightmare, brought on by stress over exams- you supposed you were lucky that this one hadnât made you cry, which mightâve woken any of the boys sleeping in a semi-circle around the dorm.
Sirius was closest, on the same bed and within touching distance. You couldâve reached out and touched his cheek, felt the reality of his soft skin under your fingers, but you reminded yourself that heâd been up late last night. It wouldnât do to bother him with something as silly as a nightmare.
Still, the fear rippled through your head, every dark shadow in the room seeming to contain more of the terror you couldâve sworn was real only thirty seconds ago. You sat up as carefully as you could, so as not to wake anyone, and swung your overheated legs out from under the covers.
Youâd memorised the creaks of each floorboard in the room, the places that Remusâ hearing might pick up your footsteps. You stepped on discarded shirts and robes to muffle the sounds until youâd reached the bathroom, staring resolutely at the tiled floor so as to avoid the mirror. A splash of ice-cold water raised goosebumps on your arms, but it helped with the overall claminess. You stared at your hands, focusing on their solidity. You were okay, and you knew that. Even with the increasing severity of the nightmares, sometimes so bad that it took half an hour to stop yourself jumping at every sound, to stop seeing things in the mirror or the windows. You cast silencing spells on yourself once the others were asleep, and you werenât sure when youâd last gotten more than five hours of sleep, but you were sure that once summer rolled around things would improve. It was only a couple more weeks.
You froze as someone rolled over, murmuring in his sleep. Something felt humiliating about waking up over a nightmare, and if it was something thatâd happened before⊠you couldnât stand the thought of being seen as childish or irritating.
You crawled back into bed. Sirius stretched out a hand to touch you.
âWhereâd you go?â
You sighed. âJust thirsty.â It didnât take long for his breathing to even out again, and you were so exhausted yourself that you followed quickly behind.
This time, you woke up more violently, suppressing a short shriek and sitting up abruptly. You forced yourself more quickly from the blankets, now, blinking awake and pressing your fingernails into your palms as you headed for the bathroom. Your eyes hurt, like youâd been crying for a while, and a quick glance at Jamesâ watch on the edge of the sink told you it was only an hour since youâd gone back to sleep.
âBaby?â You stumbled backwards, a dry sob escaping from your throat.
âShit.â Youâd forgotten the silencing spells.
Remus appeared in the doorway, rubbing the back of his neck and looking at you concernedly. âYou alright?â
âYes!â You gasped, too quickly. âYes, Iâm fine. Sorry to wake you.â
âDonât apologise.â He leaned against the door. âYouâre crying.â
The acknowledgement made it harder to stop. You swallowed, hugging yourself. âIâm sorry.â You repeated. He shook his head. âPlease donât worry about it. Stubbed my toe, that's all.â
He didnât believe you.
Sirius groaned from inside the dorm. âWhatâs going on? You two having fun without me?â
That woke James, who was out of bed in seconds and in the door of the bathroom. âWhatâs wrong?â
âNothing.â
âWant a hug?â
You closed your eyes, shaking your head. âThatâs nice of you, Jamie. But I didnât mean to wake you. Iâm-â
âDonât say sorry.â Remus interrupted firmly. He cupped your face, wiping your under-eyes with the pads of his thumbs tenderly. A fresh wave appeared. You felt very, very tired. âWas it a nightmare?â
You twisted out of his hold, walking past them both and towards Siriusâ bed. âLetâs all go back to sleep. I donât want to make you all tired tomorrow.â
To your dissatisfaction, James turned the lights to the dorm on instead of doing as youâd suggested, eyebrows furrowed. âYouâre upset, though. Canât have that.â
âIâm not!â Your attempt at a smile fell short, its plasticity painfully obvious. Sirius wrapped his strong arms around your middle, drawing you into his lap and kissing your cheek. Their touch was something you craved, most of the time, but you couldnât stand the thought that it might be out of pity.
âYou had another bad dream?â
You stiffened. âWhat do you mean, âanotherâ? I already told Moony that I didn't.â
âHey, calm down, yeah?â Remus said softly. âThereâs nothing wrong with it.â
âIâm calm.â You said, but your heart felt like it had moved to the front of your chest and might at any moment spring through the buttons of your pyjama shirt. âIâm calm.â
âYou canât keep this secret, baby, itâs only going to hurt you more.â James said kindly.
âIâm not hurt- and I donât have any secrets.â Siriusâ hair brushed the back of your neck, carrying his citrus-y scent with it. You wanted so badly to relax, to not be afraid of falling asleep again.
âSweetheart, we notice the silencing spells every night, alright?â Unpleasant heat blossomed in your face, your neck. You chewed on your lip. Remus continued. âItâs okay, we arenât angry. Weâre never angry.â
âWe only want to help.â Sirius said, and James nodded his agreement.
âYouâve been so tired recently. Weâve wanted to talk about it, you know that.â
You did know it. Theyâd tried to bring your tiredness up a number of times, conversations youâd always cut off hastily with a wry smile and a joke about hating the revision period. Youâd never allowed them to properly ask you- youâd done it on purpose, but they hadnât brought up the nightmares since the first couple of nights a number of weeks ago. Foolishly, you thought youâd evaded their notice by refusing to sleep in their arms or talking about anything that might be wrong.
âIâm not trying to be difficult, I promise.â You said, with as much apology as you could manage without actually saying the word.
âYouâre not difficult, youâre lovely.â James said, as if it were obvious.
âHow long have the nightmares been happening?â Remus asked.
âThey haven-â
âNo more of that, come on.â Sirius jostled you gently. âWeâre past it. Itâs okay.â
Tears welled in the corners of your eyes, and you hid your face in your hands, embarrassed and drained of energy. âYouâll all think Iâm childish.â
âOh, sweetheart.â Remus and James joined you on the bed, the former gently prying one of your hands from your face and tracing circles on your skin with his fingers. âWe wonât think that.â
âYou canât promise that. What if I said Iâd been having nightmares for a month now? Maybe more- what would you think of that?â You sounded more aggressive than you wanted to, but none of them reacted with anger or irritation. âNobody complains over nightmares. Iâm acting like a baby.â
âIâd think that you must be very worn-out, to have gone through that all by yourself.â Remus said.
âWhy didnât you tell us?â Jamesâ voice wasnât exasperated, only concerned. You werenât sure if it was a million times better or worse. Whether it was what you wanted, beyond the want for them all to forget it and go to sleep.
âIt feels silly, to wake you all over a nightmare. Itâs babyish.â
âNot really,â Sirius said in his usual blunt manner. âWeâd rather help than have you feeling this way, puppy.â
âIt isnât silly, we promise.â James said sincerely. âDo you think it would help if someone held you while you slept? Weâve all noticed that you havenât been wanting us to touch you- itâs fine, obviously, but-â
âThat could be nice.â You said, a little overwhelmed with affection for them all. âI havenât⊠I donât want to wake you.â
âExtra time hanginâ out with you? Donât sweat it, pretty girl, weâd love that.â
You laughed at Siriusâ flirting. âYou wonât feel that way if I wake you at three in the morning.â
âThatâs how I feel right now, isnât it?â He supplied. You pressed your lips together, unsure how to respond. He kissed the top of your head.
âIf the nightmares are from stress- we think they are, at least- then weâre happy to help.â You opened your mouth to decline, feeling overbearing, but Remus shook his head and continued. âI meant to say, we will help. Not just an offer.â
James yawned, and Sirius gave him a look that made him put up his hands in a donât-shoot gesture. You smiled fondly. âThatâs really sweet, Moony.â
âI try.â He shrugged nonchalantly, accepting your kiss gladly.
âWe should all get some sleep, though. Iâm so-â You cut yourself off at the warning glances they all sent your way. âUm- thank you, for helping me.â
Remus hummed approvingly, and James and Sirius both kissed you before the former clambered back into his own bed. Sirius lay down, arms still pulling you into him.
âYou okay?â He whispered, shutting off the lights. You nodded.
âYeah. I think telling you all made it better, actually. I hadnât expected it to.â
âItâs always better to tell us. Donât go running off if you wake up again, yeah?â
âYeah, okay.â You agreed after a short pause.
âGood girl. Alright, time to sleep.â He sighed. Eventually, his evened-out breathing made you drift off to sleep as well, and you didnât wake until the sun had risen and Sirius got out of bed. It was a weekend, and despite his obsession James had decided to cancel quidditch training in favour of relaxing in their dorm with you. Remus brought up breakfast, and Sirius coaxed you into wearing one of his muggle band t-shirts which he said you looked âoutrageousâ in (you assumed that was a good thing by the kiss he gave you).
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requesting rules
who i write for
- dmitri, hopper, robin, nancy, steve, and eddie <3 (stranger things)
- any grishaverse character apart from nikolai (i havenât finished reading the books yet) and the darkling (grishaverse)
- any tfota character (the folk of the air)
- neil, todd, charlie, meeks, pitts, cameron, ginny, chris (dead poets society)
- i do not write for real people, like cast members, singers etc.
how to request
- through asks - please be patient though!
- if you think i might not have received your ask feel free to resend it <3
requests are open!
limits
iâm okay with writing smut, but i do have some limits:
- 16+ - i wonât age characters up
- no race play, age play, rape play, incest or stepcest
also, everything i write will be gender neutral unless itâs smut - then the reader will be afab because thatâs what i know.
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how am i gonna rewatch knowing that itâs 100% confirmed will has been in love with mike from the very beginning? how am i supposed to sit there and look at his little face when he excitedly says âwhat is it?!â as theyâre playing d&d without bursting into tears???? how am i supposed move on knowing that will told mike the truth about rolling a 7 because he loves him so much and he doesnât like lying to him???????? I LOVE THEM SO MUCH
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rest in peace eddie munson, you wouldâve loved rocky horror picture show.
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I think the biggest travesty of season 4 was corroded coffin never performed together. Fucked up
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