#evan peters oneshots

[am3ricanh0rrorwh0re]

Don’t Be A Prude ☆

Warren Lipka × virgin fem!reader

summary: You recognize Warren at a house party

warnings: nsfw, smut with little plot, unprotected p in v, implied oral (fem receiving), slight choking, smoking, soft bondage,

You take a drink from your red solo cup, feeling the burning of your drink wash down your throat. Everyone else at the party was enjoying the music, the drinks, the sexuality of it all. Girls were grinding against guys, or other girls, guys were doing kegs or fingering the girls grinding on them. You were the only one sitting out, aside from the stoners.

“Hey,” A guy said, handing you a blunt, which you were forced to take reluctantly. “Take a hit and pass it, beautiful,”

The guy in front of you looked hauntingly familiar. His dark, curly hair, pale skin, chocolate eyes. It all looked like someone you’d seen before. But then again, a lot of people looked like him. You took a hit of the joint, feeling yourself choke on the bitter smoke as the roll pressed against your lips. You almost drop the joint as you coughed. The man pats your back softly, trying to ease the tension in your chest.

“Woah there, tiger,” He chuckled, taking the joint back. You look up at him, panting softly. “You look…vaguely familiar. whats your name? Wade? Wyatt-?”

He shook his head, chuckling. “Close. Warren. Warren Lipka” He smiled down at you, shoving his hands into the front pockets of his jeans after he passed the joint.

You gasp softly, immediately recognizing him. “Warren! ‘Widdle Warren ‘Wipka!” You tease. You always used to say his name in a baby voice in 8th grade. Now, years later, you still did. “We used to hit joints under the bleachers!”

“Fuck yeah, Y/n! I knew I recognized ya’!” He smiled, your comment earning a high five. You just realized how hot he was. His curly hair, toned figure, bulging….hard-on?…was it the weed? You decided to not mention it.

“Hey, uh, there’s this room upstairs. It’s quieter than down here, so…wanna go up and find it?” Warren shouted over the music, holding his hand out for you. You nodded, taking his hand.

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“C’mon, princess,” Warren teased, wrapping his hands around your waist as he pulled you down onto the bed. “Warren!” You giggled, leaning into him as you both fell onto the bed.

“So…” He asked, lighting a joint as you sat next to each other on the bed. “See anyone you like here? Besides me,”

You shake your head, taking the joint from him. You take a puff of the smoke, holding back a cough. He wrapped a hand around your waist, pulling you onto his lap. “Wha-? Warren, what are you-?”

“Shh…” He chuckled, sliding two fingers between your thighs. He dragged his fingertips along your throbbing, clothed cunt.

“Warren, I’m- I’m a virgin,” You chuckle nervously. You weren’t nervous of Warren, or of the game he was playing. You were nervous about your feelings. What were you feeling? You’d never felt it before. You’re currently hardening nipples, your wet pussy, both foreign feelings.

“You’ll be fine,” He unbuttoned your jeans and you bucked your hips, pushing them down to your ankles to help him. He started stroking your cunt through your panties, ultimately feeling the wet spot. Warren himself was soaked in pre-cum.

“So you’ve never seen a dick before?” He snickered, fluttering his fingers over your clit. You let out a soft, shaky moan, grinding yourself against his thigh.

“N-Never,” You shook your head. He laughed as he watched you grind yourself against him. “You’re eager, aren’t you?” He smirked.

Warren lifted you off of his lap with a groan before laying you down on the bed. He climbed over you, pulling off his belt with a grin spread over his face. “You’re okay with this, right?” He asked. You nodded, a beaming smile washing over your face.

He took your wrists in his hands, wrapping his belt around them tightly before pinning them over your head with one hand. He pried off his shirt and jeans, positioning himself between your legs. His free hand drove back to your pussy, his fingers pressing against your panties.

“Mind if i take these off?” He smirked smugly, slipping his fingers into the side of your panties. He felt around, his fingers dancing between your sensitive folds, making you writhe and moan under him. He pulled his fingers away with a smile, taking his hand off your bound wrists.

Warren pulled off his boxers, his throbbing cock springing out from underneath. It hit his torso, beads of pre-cum dripping down his pink tip. You gasp softly, looking at his length. You swallowed hard, trying to compose yourself.

“You got three options,” He started playfully. “You can suck it, let it go in you, or i can tease you and all that shit,” He smiled down at you, pumping his cock a little. You shrugged. You really didn’t know what to expect, but as long as it was with Warren, you were fine with it.

“I-I’ve never done this before..” You admit again. Warren smiled compassionately, putting one hand back over your tied wrists. The other hand went to your pussy, his fingers grazing that small bud once again.

“How about this?” Warren chuckled. He took his cock, pumping it softly as he pressed it against your folds. You moan softly, feeling the small drops of pre-cum leak down the outside of your pussy. He holds his cock in one hand, stroking it up and down your entrance, pushing in no further than the tip.

You writhe softly, your breathing spiking. He took his left hand, bringing it down from your wrists to your neck. His strong hand wrapped around your neck gently, his fingers digging in a little. You gasped from the sensations, clenching your bound hands into tight fists. He pushed in a little deeper than the tip, making your whole body shift up. You let out a slightly pained moan.

“Hey, that’s normal..” Warren cooed, moving his dick in and out of you slowly. You nod, your breathing stabilizing as you looked up at him. His face was twisted in a look of concentration, still holding his 7 incher with one hand. He continued moving slowly, adding inch by inch each time.

“You’re doing good,” He groaned softly, throwing his head back. “Other girl’s I’ve fucked haven’t gotten to 6 inches. You got the whole seven,”

“Y-You liar,” You manage to choke out. “You’ve never fucked another girl,” You chuckle breathlessly, struggling to get out of the belt handcuffs. Not because you wanted out, but you wanted to touch him. Suddenly, he thrusted deeper and faster into you.

“Watch your mouth, kiddo,” Warren scoffs, starting to move a little faster.

“W-We’re the same age, dingus,” You whine out. Your legs shake as Warren starts to move faster. Both of his hands go directly to your body, one playing with your clit while the other cups your cheek. His fingers danced around your clit, flicking the bud softly while he moved faster.

You suddenly felt the white-hot feeling of ecstasy wash over you. You let out a loud moan, your body arching upwards. Warren hadn’t finished, but watched with a smile as you convulsed, her eyes rolling back into your head. Beads of cum dripped from your pussy, and Warren noticed automatically.

“Why don’t I help you clean that up?” Warren smirked, licking his lips.

[fourmoony]

I HAVE THE BEST REQUEST AND IT'S PERFECT FOR JAMES! like imagine reader sitting at home and suddenly she gets a text from james to come outside and he's standing there🥲🥲🥲🥲 so she asks what he's doing there and he's like "i just wanted to kiss you" SORRY IF IT'S TOO SPECIFIC

thanks for requesting, sweetie!

f!reader 1.1k words cw: drunk jamie

You're half asleep when your phone pings, illuminating the darkness of your bedroom in a distracting glow and you're half asleep, content to ignore the single ping, a problem for tomorrow. But another one follows a moment later, the third only seconds after the second. With a huff, your hand reaches out to grab blindly for the device.

James' contact photo smiles at you from the corner of the notification box, his glasses askew and hair a mess. Your favourite photo of him, despite how vehemently he detests it. The messages are a jumble of words you struggle to make out, vowels in the wrong places and an amusing amount of emojis, even for James. A laugh huffs it way out of you as the three text bubbles appear once again, and a fourth message comes through. A photo of your house.

You'd be concerned, should anyone else have sent you the eerie looking photo of your house in utter darkness, but James is a love sick fool. You'd have to be blind not to know that about your boyfriend, even if things between you are still pretty new. He's not got a bad bone in his body. But it doesn't stop the way you sit up in a panic, scanning the floor of your bedroom for less embarrassing clothing. You come up empty, and your phone is incessantly buzzing in your hands now that James knows you've read his messages.

You use the glow of your phone to find your way downstairs, your house keys, make your way to the door and unlock it. James is sprawled out on the grass of your front garden, phone comically close to his face as he squints at the words he's typing. Drunk. Absolutely obliterated, clearly. You'll give Sirius shit for it, tomorrow, you think, as you let an exasperated laugh tumble from your lips.

James whips his head around at the noise, scrambles like a puppy to stand and bound his way over to you. He tramples some of the flowers planted around the borders of the grass and you fight a wince. He's on you in seconds, warmth radiating from him despite having been out in the cold for god knows how long. His arms are strong and steady, even though he reeks of beer, as he pulls you into them, lips firmly planted on the top of your head.

You try to peek over his shoulder for any sign of who dropped him off, but the street is empty, desolate, and you decide he must've walked from the pub.

Sleep still clings to the edges of your eyes as James pushes you back - uncoordinated and a little roughly, but you don't mind - and holds your face in his warm hands. "Hi, lovely girl." His voice is sweet and brimming with excitement at the sight of you and your heart swells.

"What on earth are you doing here, James?" You ask, though your words are kind and laced with amusement.

Your boyfriend only grins like the cat who got the cream, like he can't wait to tell you all about his adventure, until his eyes snag on your pyjamas. Technically, his pyjamas. His old juniors rugby top from secondary school and his boxer shorts, left abandoned by him last week when he'd slept in for breakfast with his mum and left in a hurry, a kiss placed to your cheek and the promise of being home for dinner. It had felt so domestic you'd had to talk yourself down from overflowing excitement for hours.

"Woah." James breathes, eyes wide.

You'd known he wouldn't mind you wearing his clothes, even if a little embarrassment at the idea had clung to your skin as you slipped them on before bed. But you hadn't expected him to feel like that about it.

"Easy tiger, you're three sheets to the wind." You chide softly, using the distraction to usher him into the hallway.

You close and lock the door behind him, place the keys in the bowl beside the door. James finds you in the darkness, hands soft against the fabric of his clothes on your body. You don't have to see him to know he's smiling that coy smile he gets whenever he seems to remember he has you.

"Am not." He mumbles, as if your statement has just now caught up with him.

You laugh, take his hand to lead him towards your bedroom. He follows quietly and without protest, but frowns when you flip on the overhead light and place him on the edge of your bed.

"What happened to Sirius' epic boys night on the town?" You ask, hands on his face as you crowd the in between of his legs.

His hands come to rest against the backs of your thighs, grip firm but soothing. He smiles, head lolling to the side, "Well," He sighs, as if buckling in for some wild tale of beasts slaughtered and mountains climbed, all just to get to you, "Sirius and Remus got drunk, like really, really drunk, and touchy and they were kissing and it made me realise how much I wanted to kiss you. So I left, and I came here for a quick kiss."

"A quick kiss?" You ask, eyebrow raised.

James just smiles, nodding dutifully, like it makes the most sense in the world. "Yeah, I gotta go back. They don't know I left."

You let out a long, suffering sigh, reaching for your phone beside James. "You can't just leave and not tell anyone where you're going."

"If they even realise I'm gone, they'll know where I am. With you." James shrugs.

"How do you reckon?"

"Where else would I be?" He asks, so serious and determined, so sure of himself that it makes your breath catch in your throat.

You can't help but smile, sweet and saccharine, glowing all over as you lean down to press your lips to James'.

"You're sweet."

James wrinkles his noise, grip tightening on your thighs as he pulls you down to him, falling backwards with a gentle thud. You catch yourself before your head collides with his nose and James grins, childish and playful, "You're sweet, too."

"Thanks, Jamie."

He presses his lips to yours, again, simple and warm. He knows he's in no condition for anything else, simply tucks you into his side and tries to get you to fall asleep with him, right there in the middle of the bed, on top of the blankets.

He's dead to the world in seconds, so you don't have much room for argument.

[my-own-walker]

requesting kit with younger reader, where he picks her up from college and takes her for a milkshake but then they have sex in his car and after he has to drop her down the street because her parents don’t approve of him

Oh! You Pretty Things

note: this is cuteeeeee. thanks for the spicy kit request. i was getting bored of writing inside-the-asylum kit hehe

warnings: sm*t, p in v, oral m receiving, teasing, cursing, kinda overstim, not really tho

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The second hand moved so slowly on the clock, I thought it might be broken. Class always went slower when I knew I’d be seeing Kit afterward. Thursdays were our day.

My parents didn’t know. They hated the idea of me being distracted from my studies by some silly boy. I was, in fact, sticking my neck out by going to college as a woman, so I had to succeed. But, the new decade called for liberation for us women. I was proving a point by being able to date and do well in school.

I digress. I met Kit after my father's car got a flat. He showed up in his tow truck to save the day.

'Scummy, those mechanics,' my father quipped as we drove away.

I walked to the gas station Kit said he worked at the next day, set on getting him to ask me on a date.

We'd been secretly meeting up for dates ever since. He'd come to pick me up after my last class of the day every Thursday and take me out somewhere. I could, at times, sneak away to see Kit on other days of the week, but Thursdays were a set date. My mother and father had no idea. They thought I would stay late to study.

In my daydreaming daze, I almost didn't notice my classmates getting up to leave. I gathered my things hastily and rushed out of the room and into the bright daylight of the afternoon. The sun's light on the pavement was nearly blinding. I shaded my eyes with my hand as I walked to the curb, looking desperately for Kit's car.

Within seconds, his shiny black car came slowly up to the side of the street.

'Hey, pretty thing! You goin' my way, doll?' he called out of his window, acting as if he were a creepy stranger. I giggled and got into the passenger's side.

'You have no idea how nice it feels to do this,' I sighed, kicking my shoes off as Kit drove off.

'Rough day, beautiful?' He wore his work uniform. Some jeans, a white undershirt, and his button-up with his name on it. His hair was perfectly tousled, and the shirt was unbuttoned so that part of the white undergarment was showing. He looked soft and warm, and his smile lit up his eyes.

'Just a very long one, and I'm starving.'' I said, drawing out the word 'very.' I flipped down the visor and slid open the mirror, smoothing my hair and fixing the line of my lipstick while regarding my reflection. I pulled the tube of peach lipstick out of my bag and touched up my pout, making faces at myself all the while.

'Havin' fun over there?' Kit laughed.

'I'm beginning to think this shade is old hat,' I sighed. 'Maybe I should try red like Marilyn.'

'I don't care what color they are so long as I get to kiss 'em,' he smirked, taking one hand off the steering wheel and placing it on my upper thigh. I didn't even notice how far my dress had ridden up my leg since getting in the car.

I blushed and giggled, tucking the front pieces of my hair behind my ears. I will admit, I was still in the lavender haze with him.

He pulled into the parking lot of the small roadside diner in our town. It was quaint, tucked away in some trees, filled with truckers from out-of-state and old ladies meeting for lunch. It was a stone's throw from Kit's job, and the perfect place to hide away. Somewhere neither of my parents would dare go.

We sat at the tall counter in the center of the place. This was part of our little Thursday routine. I would always come out of class absolutely ravenous. We'd pick far-away or unknown places to eat before truly spending time together.

'You want somethin', my pretty thing?' Kit asked as the waitress stood in front of us.

'Honestly, a milkshake would be a gas,' I smiled up at the waitress. 'Strawberry.'

'That's all you want?' Kit asked as she walked away. 'Are you sure?'

'Yeah, Kit, I'm alright,' I replied, feeling around in my bag for a light for my cigarette. 'Shit, I must have dropped my lighter somewhere. It's not here.'

'Don’t worry doll, I got you,' he drawled, flicking his own open and holding it under the cigarette clenched in my teeth. I took a long drag and exhaled. The waitress returned and placed my drink in front of me, and Kit's meal in front of him.

I looked over at Kit and caught him taking me in. He looked me up and down and chuckled softly.

'My, you are a dream,' he cooed, placing a hand on my chin to bring me in for a kiss. I went in for a peck and was alarmed to find that Kit wanted more.

'Baby, not here,' I said through gritted teeth, pulling away quickly. I looked around to make sure no one saw. 'You're an animal.' I laughed and he returned the smile.

'I just can't control myself around you, pretty.'

'Well then hurry up and finish your food so we can peel out,' I giggled, pushing his shoulder playfully.

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There was an old abandoned schoolhouse in town 5 minutes away from my house. Kit and I would find ourselves in the back parking lot frequently. Tucked away from the public eye in his car.

As soon as Kit parked the car, he dragged me into the back seat with him. We made out furiously, like two caged animals that were finally set free. It was a small space, but we sure made it work.

I took over, immediately pushing Kit's back up against the door, placing my hands on his chest to hold him down. His white undershirt was soft against my palms. I could feel his heart pounding furiously beneath my fingertips. A pace that signaled to me just how much he wanted this.

We kissed for only a short time before clothes started getting removed. First, I aided him in removing his work shirt. Then, I worked to undo his belt and unbutton his jeans. He slid them off quickly. I took that time to remove my panties, throwing them hastily to the front seat.

His erection was noticeable through his white briefs. My hand immediately reached to touch it, only for it to be held back.

'Not yet, sweetheart,' he smiled. He pushed me back into the door on my side and continued making out with me. His hands groped all over my body, paying particular attention to my breasts. 'Oh this dress just won't do,' he muttered.

My high-necked smock dress was fit for school, yes, but not for this. He reached behind me and unzipped the fabric smoothly. He tugged the material and it slid down to expose my bra. Kit smiled as he looked into my eyes, then turned his attention back to my chest. He peppered kisses all over my sensitive skin, making goosebumps raise all over my body.

First, he slid my left bra strap off my shoulder, creating a bit more slack and revealing more of my skin. He took his time to kiss all of the areas of skin he hadn't before, going agonizingly slow so that I would get hot and bothered. He loved when I was hot and bothered.

Next was the right bra strap. The ceremony continued. His ritualistic dance of adorning love to every inch of my body made every horrible minute spent without him worth it. His mouth inched closer and closer to the very edge of my bra. Eventually, I gave in to the teasing and reached back to unhook the damn thing myself.

Deciding I'd had enough, though, I pushed Kit back again. This time, all the way down so that he was laying across the back seat. My hand reached for his bulge and stroked it. He whimpered in pleasure. I took the waistband of his briefs in my fingers and tugged, making his dick spring loose.

I lined myself up with him and slid his throbbing erection into my slick middle, feeling every inch of it go deeper and deeper into me. I cried out involuntarily and began bouncing on it, feeling our two bodies connect naturally. My walls tightened around it. He moaned softly.

'Oh baby, yeah,' he spat through gritted teeth as I continued to ride him. I stooped down and kissed him passionately, still keeping a rhythm. His shaking hands reached up to grope my breasts again, this time more firmly. He slid his hands down to my waist and held it, almost as if he were trying to feel some sort of control over me.

I continued moving my hips atop his dick. His length went so deep within me, I thought I'd scream. I put both of my palms on either side of his chest to steady myself. His breathing got more ragged, and I could feel his heart racing still.

'Fuck,' Kit grunted, trying not to come so easily. He gathered what strength he had a lifted me off of his erection by my waist. I sat back and slid down to a laying position as he rose to position himself above me, both of us maintaining eye contact as we went. He wanted a turn on top.

I didn't even get a chance to settle before his large cock was inside me again. I yelped and screwed my eyes closed, existing at that moment at his very will. He held my wrists, which were resting just next to my head, down so that I couldn't move. I whined in protest but was silenced by his lips on mine.

Sweat formed on his brow. I could feel myself succumbing to the waves of orgasm. But, neither of us wanted to be the first to give in. I breathed heavily to steel myself, but it was to no avail. I came first, crying out and moaning loudly. He slid out of me and stroked my hair as the fits of pleasure overtook me.

Kit sat back against the door on his side of the car once again, breathing heavily. I regained my composure and sat up, sitting back on my heels. I stooped down and took his pre-cum covered dick in my mouth. I flicked my tongue over the tip and reveled in the whimpers and cries Kit was letting out. He grabbed and pulled my hair gently as I continued to suck him off.

'I-I'm gonna come,' he mustered, trying to warn me in case I wanted to stop. Instead, I let him blow his load directly into my mouth. I ignored the warmth and bitter taste as I swallowed. He moaned and threw his head back, eventually relaxing into his position. I wiped my mouth and sat back as well.

Recovered from his orgasm, Kit leaned forward and laid half-beside and half-on me, resting his head on my chest. I sighed in contentment.

'God, you're good at that,' Kit whispered, laughing softly. I laughed too. He grabbed my hand and brought it up to his lips to kiss it. He kissed the back of each finger as well to emphasize his gratefulness. He nestled closer into me. I nearly fell asleep listening to his breathing even out.

I gasped suddenly when I looked out the window and saw the sun setting. 'Shit, Kit, we have to get me home!'

We both worked quickly to redress. He helped me with the tough job of zipping up the back of my dress. I scrambled out of the back door and into the passenger door, slamming it shut and bringing the visor down to once again look at myself in the mirror. Kit clambered up to the front from the back seat and settled himself in.

He turned the key in the ignition and started the car up. He paused, though, before going. I looked away from fixing my lipstick for a moment to see what was the matter. Kit shifted in his seat and reached for something that was under him. In his hand was my panties.

'I uh, think you're gonna need these,' he chuckled, blushing. I smacked his arm and snatched them from his grip.

'Oh, hush! Stop! It's not funny,' I protested, half-laughing as well. I shoved them into my handbag demonstratively. 'Now hurry up and drive!'

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The ride home was quick enough. The sun was still setting as Kit got to the end of my street. He had to drop me there to avoid my parents seeing anything.

'Are you sure you're gonna be okay walking over there this late? I don't need anyone snatching my girl,' Kit spoke.

'I'll be fine, Kit. No one really walks my street. Plus, it's not even that dark,' I assured him.

'Well okay, but I'll be parked here watching ya, okay?'

'Just don't be too obvious,' I warned.

He leaned over and grabbed my face, pulling me in for one last, passionate kiss. When I pulled away, my lipstick was all over his face. I just chuckled to myself and opened the door.

'I love you, you pretty thing,' he called after me.

'I love you too, Kit,' I smiled.

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Literally cannot lie I got a bit, uh, bothered myself writing this one LOL. Let me know if you liked this one!

[layla4567]

Imagine: A relaxing shower after training

Peter Maximoff x Female reader

Summary: You were practicing hand-to-hand fighting with Quicksilver, even though they both have superpowers, Professor Xavier insisted that we practice other forms of fighting just in case.

Warning: Smut, naked bodies, p in v, fingering

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I don't know why the professor insisted on this, it's ridiculous-you thought-you could incinerate your opponent in a matter of seconds and it's almost impossible (if not impossible) for them to catch Peter with their super speed. Anyway, here we were.

You were wearing a black crop top and gray sports cloth pants and you had your hair tied up for comfort. You went to the training room, there were several tarps on the floor and Peter was waiting for you sitting on one of them

Peter saw you appear in your workout clothes and thought it made your figure stand out but he just scoffed and said

"You finally show up, I've been waiting for you for hours"-he stood up

Speedy (as you liked to call him) was wearing an army green short-sleeved T-shirt and baggy black training pants.

"Oh sorry-you said ironically- it's not my fault SOMEONE is running at the speed of light."

"You are forgiven precious, luckily I am compassionate with those who go to the rhythm of a snail"-he finished with a smirk

sparks began to emanate from your fingers as if you had all the fireworks in the palm of your hands while your gaze hardened

Peter's face turned pale, he was scared when you did that. That's why he knew he didn't have to make you angry

"Uhmm w-well how about we start training before you burn down the place?"

First both stretched a bit so as not to hurt their muscles and then the training began. You practiced with your fists dodging each other, Peter was tempted to use his super speed but held back because the rule was no super powers. You was throwing kicks and Peter barely dodged them.

Suddenly you took his right arm and with a stunt you wrapped your legs around his arm and threw him to the ground, with a hold you raised your hips slightly up so that Peter can't escape the hold.

He didn't expect that, so when he was lying on the floor, scared, he exclaimed

"Time out! I give up!!"

You loosened your legs on his arm and he stood up quickly, holding out his hand so you could get up.

"Since when did you learn to do that?"-Peter said still surprised but still smiling.

There are things you don't know about my Pet..-you said mysterious

"Meow the kitten knows how to defend herself"

"Shut up"

You rolled your eyes and went to your room to take a shower, you were tired and sweaty

You entered your room and prepared the clothes that you were going to use later. You put on your bed a jean and a red shirt. You grabbed a robe and began to undress, dropping your crop top and pants on the floor.

After that you went to the bathroom and opened the tap letting the water run. You made sure that the water is warm enough not to freeze you but not so hot it burns you. You put a hand under the rain while you felt the warm drops slip through your fingers. You waved your hand as soon as the water began to heat up, removed your robe and stepped into the shower.

Peter was running through the halls when he heard the sound of water running from the shower in your room. He was too tired to go to his room on the other side of the mansion and that's when a naughty idea crossed his mind, but he didn't want to be intrusive or bother you, but damn he liked you so much. He decided to sneak into your room thinking if what he was about to do was right or not.

Your door never had a key, at least not during the day, which is why Peter was able to get in easily. The boy saw your clothes lying on the floor and approached your bathroom door.

He knocked three times on the door

"Y/n! Are you there?"-But of course she's there, idiot, where would she be?

You were enjoying the water falling on your face when you felt the blows and the voice of Peter, you shuddered. What was Peter doing here? What did he want now?

"Uh yes Peter I'm here and In case you didn't notice, I'm taking a shower"

"Ye-yeah I know and that's the point I-Uhmm"-He was too nervous to speak

You started to get impatient and feel somewhat uncomfortable when you heard those words..

"Can I shower with you?"

A wave of modesty washed over you, you suddenly felt vulnerable. Showering with Peter? It was something you wouldn't have imagined. Clearly you liked the boy but this was something intimate. But a feeling of adrenaline began to rise through your belly and you didn't know why

Peter had his eyes tightly closed, regretting having exclaimed those words. He was starting to walk away when he heard you say

"Ok, you can come in"

Speedy couldn't believe it, shyly opened the door. He took off his clothes and piled them on the toilet seat. He slightly opened the shower curtain and entered with you closing his eyes

You were waiting for him face to face, the first thing you saw was Peter with his eyes closed so you laughed but then your eyes began to slowly go down to his torso. He had well worked pectorals, his white skin seemed soft and he was tempting you. You kept looking down until you reached her stomach, it looked like a Greek sculpture, and her small waist made you want to hug him and feel his skin in your hands.

You kept looking at his stomach until a thought quickly crossed your mind: Don't keep going down, don't keep going down! And you looked up and to the right blushing and covering your body with your arms

Can I open my eyes now? -When he heard you tell him "yes", he slowly opened one first and then the other and blushed

He looked away out of respect but he couldn't resist and he saw your body again, it was even more beautiful than he thought. You still looked down in embarrassment while covering your private parts. But thighs were still showing, and that's where Peter's eyes went. You had one leg in front of the other, resting your whole body on one of them, which made you look delicious. Peter looked at your hips, you weren't a supermodel but for him it was as if the gods themselves had sculpted you. Your rounded hips gave shape to your waist and accentuated it. Peter's pupils dilated.

Now Peter's eyes were on your shoulders, they ran through your body as if it were a manuscript and ended up on your collarbones to then look at your wet neck. He wanted so much to kiss it and feel the taste of your skin

Peter noticed that you were uncomfortable so he told you not to worry about what it was going to be like if he wasn't there. So he grabbed a sponge, a soap and began to rub his body without looking at you

Slowly you stopped covering your body with your arms and you thanked him with your eyes and turned your back to face the hot rain, it felt so good. You closed your eyes letting the water fall on your body and slide on your skin. The drops seemed to play a race along your legs. They started at your belly and slid down your hips. Meanwhile, Peter was concentrating on not looking at your butt as he rubbed his neck and back with the sponge.

The boy sneakily approached you a little closer to moisten the sponge. Since Peter was taller than you, you felt his warm breath near your ear, he was closer than he should have been. Suddenly and delicately you felt fine fingers pass through the sides of your hip. They slid from top to bottom following the drops of water as if he wanted to clean them. You felt a chill even though the water was hot

His touches were soft, he passed a hand around your waist caressing it slowly, his movements were delicate as if he were molding a sculpture.

"Peter.."-You said almost in a whisper to turn your head and look at him

He looked at you smiling mischievously. You decided to stick closer to his body as you tipped your head back and placed it on his shoulder near his neck to give him more space. Now that you was completely close to him, Peter dropped the sponge and placed both his hands on the sides of your waist. Another shiver ran through your body at the feel of his grip. Peter's hands, manly, went down from your waist to your hips and near the lower area of ​​your belly, reaching your buttocks where he left a small pinch. You moaned but not in pain.

Peter's hands embraced you, they ran through your body as if he wanted to leave paint marks on it, you closed your eyes while your breathing quickened and your toes curled. His left hand went up to your breasts while the other went down to your privacy. First he caressed you on the outside while you didn't know where to hold on to keep from falling to your knees so you placed one hand behind his neck and your other hand grabbing Peter's wrist that was below.

When Peter inserted a finger into your intimate area, you let out a small moan while throwing your head back even more. You felt your lips throb and he liked that. He began to stimulate you by making circles with his finger on your clitoris, the rhythm varied, first they were slow and then fast.

"Oh my god Peter please..!"-you gasped pleadingly then bit your lips

You felt that you were about to cum and you didn't know if you could keep holding yourself back for longer

But Peter didn't give you rest, with your head thrown back he began to place wild, hungry kisses on your neck. The hand that was in your privacy came up and grabbed your jaw. Peter kissed every inch of your neck and jaw as if he were going to devour you, you did nothing but moan with pleasure and purr like a cat. Peter went down to your collarbones and left wet kisses

Tired of being the one receiving and not being able to touch his body, you turned around abruptly and your lips found him. You grabbed his face feeling needy and kissed him voraciously. His tongue explored yours while his hands cupped your ass. They both moan without taking off their mouths.

Peter grabbed your legs and you wrapped them around his hips as he pinned you against the damp shower wall. The sprinter reaffirmed his grip by placing his hands on your thighs and encircling them.

"Are you ready?"-he asked with his pulse racing

You nodded hastily and impatiently, there was no need to ask anything, you just wanted to have it inside of you now. You wrapped your arms around his neck and when you felt his hips loosen inside you, a surge of pleasant electricity ran through your body from head to toe and you opened your mouth in a silent moan. His thrusts were delicate at first but they increased in speed as Peter noticed that the first sensation of pain had disappeared and there was no risk of hurting you. Your body was hitting the wall at a considerable rate but you was enjoying it. Their bodies were drenched in sweat, and not just from the hot water. Your wet hair fell over your shoulders and chest while Peter's fell over his forehead almost covering his eyes. He rose and rose like the temperature, the mirror was fogged up while some of the water fell on Peter's back and torso

God looked so good with his broad back and the raindrops running down his shoulders, it made you feel more feverish. He looked like a maddened bull, his muscles tensed and concentrating on keeping up.

Suddenly Peter threw his head back with his eyes closed and panting he said

"I think I'm about to cum baby"

and said and done with a hoarse growl from Peter you felt the walls of your interior fill with something warm

But he wanted to continue a little more until you did the same so approaching your ear he whispered

"Come on, now cum for me please"-He begged for it like a wounded or helpless animal

Goddamn Maximoff

You closed your eyes and grabbed his hair tightly while our bodies moved frantically up and down like in a fast dance and when you couldn't take it anymore you felt your fluids shoot up.

Maximoff put you back on the ground gently, their bodies felt exhausted and your legs trembled slightly. You turned off the faucet while you two caught your breath and got out of the shower. Peter came out first and wrapped a towel around his hip and held out his hand to help you out as he put on the robe you had come in with.

You finished drying yourself in your room and getting dressed, You expected Peter to do the same but he hadn't brought his clothes. When you pointed it out to him, he ran out of your room even with his robe around his waist. When he ran through the corridors he left small puddles of water. You laughed imagining the poor fool slipping and falling (if Peter hadn't already).

.....

Professor X was walking through the corridors with his wheelchair when he saw a puddle of water in front of him

"How strange, where does this water come from?"

He saw that Hank was coming up behind him and asked him

"Do you happen to know why there are puddles of water all over the hallway?"

"No idea, maybe the janitor forgot to dry the floor"-Hank said casually.

..............................................................................................................................

I leave this and slowly walk away...

[mxlti-fand0m-imaginess]

Tate Langdon Masterlist

I’m Still Here

NSFW Alphabet*

Dream Come True*

The Evans See Your SH Scars

How The Evans Would React If They Walked In On You Changing*

The Evans See You Having A Wet Dream About Them*

The Evans With A Photographer Boyfriend

The Evans See You Masturbating*

The Evans See You Do The Wap*

Deja Vu

The Evans Help You Through A Panic Attack

Pumped Up Kicks

Ouija Board

You Flinch During An Argument

Tate Langdon With A Nonbinary SO

I’ll Always Love You

Forever

Insomniac

manipulating tate to make him cry

[darkacademicvibes]

The three relationships that didn't work out and the one that did.

Because I'm a sad bitch.

"Oh my god, I'm so blind" you laugh, tears blurring your vision as Oliver stands up, alarmed. "Babe?" You shake your head, taking a desperate deep breath, trying not to let the years fall as you look up at the ceiling. You hold the breath in your throat before exhaling shakily, laughing wetly.

Your boyfriend reaches your side and places a hand on your shoulder, which you quickly shrug off, pointing at him as the first few tears fall, glaring at him out of the corner of your eye as you continue shaking your head silently. "Don't you dare touch me" you take a few shakey deep breaths, and wipe your tears, which are quickly replaced with new ones.

"Y/n, it's not what-" you point at the girl Oliver was just sitting with, talking with, kissing, and your jaw clenches as you frown in disgust. "Don't. Don't you dare say it's not what it looked like, because it looked like Oliver was cheating on me" you turn back on your boyfriend and your heart twists as you stare at him, your tears hot as you wait for him to say something.

His guilty wince tells you all you need to know.

You turn away, "oh my god, I'm so stupid" you laugh sadly, memories of Oliver talking about MJ flooding your brain. You were so blinded by your feelings for him to realize he's in love with someone else entirely.

You nod to yourself, tongue pressing against your cheek as you cry.

"Okay" you breathe, turning to face the two of them. "Okay" you smile tensely, "okay?" MJ asks nervously.

You shrug, a pained, amused smile on your lips as you sniffle.

"Okay" you nod.

"Well" you sniffle again and clear your throat, clapping your hands lightly, "I wish you two a very happy relationship" sarcasm leaks into your voice as you continue talking, ignoring Oliver's advances.

"You two deserve each other" MJ flinches, and Oliver stops, his hands falling to his sides as he stares at you.

You shake your head and push your shoulders back, standing straight as you turn and walk away from the hallway by the courtyard. You don't let yourself cry until you reach the stairs, and when you do cry, you drop your head and sob into your sleeve as you make your way to the Gryffindor common room.

The fire is going by the time you reach the red and gold room, and Sirius, Peter, Remus, and James are all laughing together beside it. You sniffle and Sirius glances in your direction briefly before doing a double take and standing up. "Hey, y/l/n, are you alright?" You laugh and fresh tears spring forward.

"Yeah, m'just a huge idiot, apparently" you take another deep breath, sending them an apologetic smile. "Sorry, I'm fine" you clear your throat and make your way over to the girls dormitory stairs, a hand grips your wrist loosely and you pause, turning to look at Sirius Black.

"Come on, tell us what's wrong" he pulls you gently to sit down on the couch between him and James Potter, and suddenly you're spilling everything about Oliver and your relationship.

About how he made you feel insecure, and how he was always either with MJ or talking about her, and how you feel like an idiot for not noticing it sooner. Remus Lupin feeds you seemingly endless bits of chocolate as you cry, and Peter makes sure you have water while James rubs your back and hold the tissues, while Sirius agrees with you when you shit talk Oliver but discourages you from shit talking yourself.

"I just feel so dumb, it was right in front of me and..." You trail off and accept the next piece of chocolate from Remus, who rubs your knee gently from the floor beside you. "Thanks Remus" you mumble, biting into it. He nods silently, offering you a gentle smile.

You accept another tissue from James and wipe your tears before taking another one and finish wiping your face. You laugh awkwardly, sniffling a little.

"If this is what crying over breakups with you guys are like I might have to hunt you down every time" you joke, and Remus shrugs.

Sirius and James share a look before nodding and they all turn to Peter, who nods, making the ultimate decision, before they all smile.

"Don't be silly, we're friends now, you hang out with us and we'll take care of you. Whatever you need" James pulls you into his side, and you feel like you're with your older brother for a moment.

"Really?" You sniffle, (broken) heart warming at the gesture. They all nod and you tear up again. "We're so sorry, we didn't mean to make you cry" Peter gasps, gently wiping your new tears away with his unused handkerchief. "No! Not at all, thank you, I just have a hard time making friends sometimes, so I'm not used to just being adopted into a big group" you explain.

"We're here to make you feel loved, y/n. It's what friends are for" Sirius assures you, his words turning teasing at the end of his sentence.

They stick by your side for the rest of the night, and you all eat breakfast together the next day.

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You didn't see it coming, it'd been a year of being single with a couple of flings between months after Oliver, and then you'd met Ben. Remus and Peter hated him on sight, but Sirius liked how he acted with you, and James thought he was pretty cool, so you went out with him. Once, then twice, then three times, and that turned into seven months together.

Until now. "I can't believe you!" He shouts. You scoff, gesturing to your black eye, "you can't believe me?" You yell, incredulous.

It was an accident, he'd hit a bludger at Marlene in the quidditch game and she'd dodged, but Hanson, the Gryffindor beater closest to the rougue bludger was too slow and it caught you in the eye.

You wouldn't care as much, if your boyfriend had even stopped to check on you, or visit you after the game, or apologize at all.

Now he's calling you insane for wanting an apology for your black eye and mild concussion, because he didn't stop playing to call over the field and ask about you, and then went to the Slytherin party after they used your injury as a distraction against Gryffindor.

"I told you it wasn't meant for you! It was an accident!" He defends himself, and you roll your eyes. "So? Normal people would apologize anyway!" You stress, he shakes his head.

"Bullshit, why would someone apologize when they haven't done anything wrong?" Tears built up in your eyes and you have a deep breath.

"Because they did do something wrong, they just didn't mean to, and you didn't even bother to check on me!" You cross your arms over your stomach, insecurity scratching at the back of your throat.

"Seriously? I checked on you the next morning, you psycho!" You flinch back at the insult and shake your head, guilt flashes in his eyes as he takes a step forwards, "sweetheart, I didn't mean it" you purse your lips.

"Apologize" you watch him, and realize, he isn't going to. "Dove, c'mon-" he laughs, but you shake your head.

"Never once" you state plainly, and he frowns in confusion as your eyes fill with tears. "Never once have I ever gotten an apology from you, for anything, and when I ask for a well deserved apology, you call me insane, and a psycho" his eyes widen.

"Apologize, or I'm done" he scoffs, running his hand through his hair. "Babe, don't be a bitch, let's just talk this out" he pleads, but you shake your head.

You didn't get an apology when he missed your anniversary date, or when he called you by his ex's name, or when he tried to give you fish (which he knew you don't eat), or when he hit you with the bludger and didn't bother to check up on you, and you clearly aren't going to get one now.

"If you want us to stay together, fight for us, fight for us by apologizing" you plead, and he huffs, crossing his arms. The tears spill as he finds a sudden interest in his shoes.

"Fine, you don't wanna admit you're in the wrong, I get it. It's being the tough guy over your girlfriend, right?" You hope to god he says no, that he gets over himself and apologizes, but your heart shatters when you watch him nod to himself before looking at you and nodding, tears in his eyes as well.

"Right" you whisper, spite filling the single word as you turn and leave the Slytherin common room. You hear him sigh shakily, but you ignore it, despite the way it tugs violently as your heartstrings.

You go to the boys, and they comfort you, Peter mumbles a small "I told you he was shit" as he hugs you when James gets up to grab the tissues, and you laugh weakly, even as Sirius shoves his shoulder gently.

Remus holds you most of the time, feeding you bits of chocolate as the boys tell you how Ben wasn't even worth anything anyways, and how he obviously won't make it into anyone else's bed after he didn't bother to check up on you after the quidditch accident. Apparently Sirius had heard the girls talking about it and managed to get the inside scoop.

Hence the lilac painted nails.

"I like them though, Kasey said she'd lend me the colour anytime, that is one amazing woman" he grins, showing off his almond shaped nails, filling them down a little. You've never been able to grow your nails as strong as his, and the little bastard is a gatekeeper.

You allow him to do your nails, a light brown, the colour of Remus' eyes, James notes.

You wait until they're finished before comparing them to the werewolves eyes, and James was right, of course, Sirius being as over the top as he is, added a couple of light green streaks of nail polish, just noticeable in the right light, to make them the same after you admit the colour was pretty much exact.

You refuse at first, but you eventually let him, you already know you didn't want to win the argument anyway.

When you're sure the boys are all asleep, having been invited to stay for the usual sleepover/study night, you cast a lasting charm on the nail polish, unaware that Sirius was awake as well, grinning to himself.

Lilly asked about your red-rimmed eyes the next morning and you admit everything, unaware of the sly smile she got upon seeing the green shine through in your nails, and Remus flushes at the wink she sends his way. She absolutely sides with you and promises to tell Marlene.

Ben couldn't get a girlfriend for the next nine months.

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It was only a couple months before you were paired up with Evan Lancaster in potions, and when you met, you just hit it off. After a while, he asked you to be his girlfriend and you accepted. When you told the boys, Peter and Sirius both groaned like you'd told them the Slytherins won against Ravenclaw and they'd have to change their whole quidditch defense plan, James sighed like Lilly had just told him she'd absolutely go on a Christmas date with him but it was still February third, and Remus simply smiled, "I hope he's.. The one, this time" he'd mumbled.

It took you four months to realize Evan was in it for the money. It wasn't a secret that you came from a family almost more well off than James's, but you hadn't expected it to ever interfere with your love life.

You gave it two more weeks before giving up and breaking it off.

"What?" Evan asks from his spot on the bench, his book open beside him. "I'm breaking up with you" you repeat, tears blurring your vision.

"Oh.. Why?" He asks, you can hear footsteps approaching, and assume it's one of the boys to help you out (probably Sirius), you ignore it.

"You're using me, Evan. It's clear as day! I'm done, I pay for everything, I plan everything, I had to remind you about our date this weekend because you said there was nothing special happening that morning! It's just... Shitty" You run your fingers through your hair, pulling gently.

"It really is mate, I may be a Slytherin, but even I wouldn't do that" someone states, you turn to see Evan Rosier behind you, scowling at the boy.

"Rosier?" He glances at you, scowl falling into a gentle, barely there smile as he presses his hand to your lower back. "Go, Reg is waiting for you, he knows where Lupin is. I'll handle this fucker" you frown, the tears in your eyes making their way down.

"Oi, fuck off Rosier, you're not gonna get her money y'know, I'm her boyfriend" Lancaster snaps, and your heart twists. You'd known that was why he was with you, but is that all he really saw? A bag of money instead of a girl?

You're in your sixth year for fucks sake! You should be able to take care of it yourself.

"It's fine, Rosier, thank you" you whisper. He shakes his head, "no way, Reg heard all about you from Sirius, and we heard about you from Reg. We like you, we've got your back, go to Lupin, you clearly need him" Rosier smiles weakly as you nod and make your way over to Regulus Black, the sickening sound of punches follow you. But you catch what he's beating into Lancaster.

"She's a pretty woman you ignorant prick, not a bag of money, obviously you need to learn the difference since you've clearly not had much of either"

Regulus tucks you into his side as he guides you to the front courtyard, as soon as he spots you, Remus stands up. He abandons his books and conversation with Sirius and makes his way over to you.

Remus gently takes your face in his hands and uses his thumbs to wipe away your tears sweetly, "what's a matter, love?" You sniffle and laugh wetly.

"I broke up with Evan" you shrug. Remus frowns, tugging you closer and wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug.

When he pulls away, he guides you back over to Sirius and sits you down.

"Why?" He asks, and you laugh again, wiping at your tears with your hands.

"I finally got the message, y'know," you shrug, your fingertips brushing away the newer tears before they have the chance to make their way over your cheeks.

You're smile drops a little, "he didn't love me" you hesitate, your heart aching. "He didn't.." Regulus sits beside Sirius with a curious frown. "He didn't even like me" you scoff. You can see Remus' question before he even opens his mouth.

Then why was he with you?

Sirius sends you a sympathetic smile, he understood all too well, why Evan was with you.

You chuckle, your French tipped nails tapping gently against your lips. "He liked the money," you nod to yourself.

"What?" Remus asks, incredulous.

"Ohh, yeah" you laugh, shaking your head. "He liked the money" you shrug sadly "I'd had enough, so I got out... I left him" Remus shakes his head, pulling you into a tight hug. How anyone could fake love for something as pathetic as money wasn't something he wanted to know.

"You'll find someone worth your time, angel" he sighs. You nod and melt into his side.

"Maybe, but I'm done with boys until we graduate" you mumble, melting into Remus' side. Your fingers pick at your cuticles, and Sirius smacks your hand away.

"Okay, now that you've dumped the rat bastard, can we do something fun with your nails?" Sirius pleads, bored of doing basic nails because Evan liked them.

You nod. "Great! I'm thinking different shades of brown" you share a bored glance with Regulus and he feels warm as you include him.

You let Sirius run wild with your nails and end up adoring the end result, you show Remus as soon as you're given the go ahead to touch things from Sirius and the werewolf smiles softly at you as you gush about how cute they are. When you look up to see his opinion, he simply nods and keeps smiling at you with those eyes.

"Adorable, pads did really good, they suit you" Remus compliments.

You have Sirius do your nails like that in different colours every two months.

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Much to everyone's surprise, you actually were finished with relationships, including flings and hookups, until graduation. Obviously some people assumed you were seeing someone under wraps, or that you had even come to think love was a falsehood, though neither were true. Nor were any of the other hilarious rumors that you'd gushed over and mocked with the boys, Lilly, Alice, and Marlene.

Having so much spare time ended with you playing matchmaker over the last two years of Hogwarts, pairing Marlene and Dorcas, and managing to get Lilly to go out with James, you even dabbled a little and got Barty Jr to confess to Evan Rosier, which went about as well as you assumed it would: wonderfully.

The one person you couldn't find a match for in your mind, was Remus. Though, he'd always assured you he was simply waiting for the girl of his dreams to come around on her own, claiming she'd made rules for herself in regards to dating, which you understood and dropped the topic, though, you never let him forget about your constantly budding curiosity.

The cheers were loud as Dumbledore finished his graduating speech, claiming there would be a celebration party in the great hall for the graduates last Friday at hogwarts, seeing as school ended the next Thursday.

"Hey, sunshine, you know how you once told me to hurry up and kiss the mystery girl of my dreams?" You turn, recognizing remus' voice immediately, "yeah, what about-" your words are cut off by a soft kiss that tasted like sea salt chocolate and caramel, and set sky-lighting fireworks off in your stomach.

Another rounds of cheers go up, some assuming that it was a coming out of your relationship as you wrap your arms around your best friends shoulders, kissing him just and softly, and others glad that the hopeless, not-so-secret, pining Remus had been doing for four and a half years wasn't going unannounced.

You both pull away slowly, and Remus presses his forehead against yours. "You said till graduation" he mumbles, and it rips a soft laugh from you. "Remus John Lupin," you scold in a soft whisper, "I told you in fifth year that you know I'd break any rule for you" you remind him.

"That was you threatening to turn Snape into a cockroach and abandon him in the Forbidden Forest" he retorts, and you smile fondly at the memory. "The offer is still there, just as tempting" you admit, laughs quietly with him.

"So.. how about a date?" He asks, his honey eyes gazing softly at you.

You smile and nod, "yeah, why not" you smile and he rolls his eyes playfully at your joking shrug, pressing a softer kiss to your lips. "Finially" he mumbles, and it makes you smile again, yeah, finally.

[joshlmbrt]

Waterways. (j. patrick march x reader)

‘YOU ARE RICHER THAN DIAMONDS.’

【𝜗𝜚 warnings; jpm ( he’s handsome but he’s a warning as well), oneshot based on an instrumental song; ‘Waterways’ by Ludovico Einaudi, not much mention of his m*rders, pet names, based in 1920, just james being a romantic! - also a small oc character - jean luc! this is kind of short, so i apologize! just trying to touch on writing for james!

【𝜗𝜚 an; my first jpm request/one-shot!!! thank you so much for the request, i hope you enjoy and it’s what you wanted!!!

THE HOTEL CORTEZ. FEBRUARY 14TH, 1920

There was a small red velvet box placed on the bed you shared with James.

He’d been called down for a small business meeting, but had requested that you get ready after having a small glass of whatever alcoholic beverage Jean Luc had made you.

‘Wear your best silk. I have a small gift just for you, darling.’

He had softly grabbed your soft hand, lifting it to his lips and pressing a kiss to the back of your hand. You’d flushed but agreed.

The door was locked as soon as you stepped in, making your way towards the expensive silk sheets James had insisted on.

You sit down, opening the box. Your heart flutters at the pearls with the diamond in the middle. There was a small note inside.

‘For my biggest supporter. I would die for you.

X - James.’

You let out a dreamy sigh, standing as you make your way towards the record, placing the needle down. You hum softly to the melody, stepping back towards the bed, slipping out of your heels.

Your fingertips, nails a blood red - James’ favorite, reach for the necklace lifting it up. Swaying your way towards the mirror, you snap it on without any trouble.

If James was there, you’d had some trouble.

You spin around, running your fingertips across them, the diamond on the necklace and your ring shining when it catches the light.

You grin to yourself, teeth digging into your red stained lips. You walk towards the nightstand, dialing a number.

“Hello?”

“Jean, It’s me,” You say your name quickly, twirling the black cord around your finger. “I have a favor to ask of you.”

⥭

James’ hand smooths down his hair, blinking a couple of times before pulling the keycard out of his pocket.

He unlocks the door, stepping in, brown eyes taking in the room.

Lit candles, the smell of vanilla and something woodsy, a soft melody coming from the record next to his leather chair, and in the middle, a platter with a silver dome on top and champagne in a ice bucket.

The door slowly shuts behind him and a hand touches his bicep.

“Welcome back, love.” You whisper softly, pressing a kiss on his cheek. A red mark is left behind. You slowly step in front of him, palms sliding up his chest.

His hand comes down to your side, his eyes trailing down to you now. “What’s this for, darling?”

“A little something to show my appreciation for this extravagant gift,” You tilt your head. Your hands come up and cup his cheeks. “And you deserve it.” You lean up on your toes, pressing the softest kiss to the corner of his mouth.

He hums, hands soothing up your arms. “Oh, my dear, you deserve all the riches in the world,” His fingers pinch the diamond earrings in your ear. “You are richer than diamonds.”

Your heart flutters at his words, leaning in to press your lips onto his this time, fingers slipping to the back of his head. He hums softly, gripping at your shoulders before sliding his hands up to his neck.

He pulls away slowly.

“The most gorgeous person I’ve ever met.” He whispers.

You giggle softly, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose where his freckle rests. “Are you hungry? I got your favorite.”

“Not right now,” He shakes his head. He steps back and you suddenly miss how close he was to you. You watch as he slips off his coat, tossing it over the arm of his chair.

James was always a neat man, so watching him carelessly toss the blazer down and unbutton his shirt to do the same thing, leaving him in just a white undershirt, you tilt your head.

He steps closer, grabbing your hand and pressing a lingering kiss to your hand, before placing it onto his shoulder, pulling you closer.

“I’d like to dance.”

“Oh, James. You know I can’t dance well. Not like you.”

“Just follow my lead, dear. I won’t let you fail,” His nose nudges your temple. “Ever.”

You smile, gripping his shoulder and hand once his hand finds yours.

“I love you.” You whisper.

He presses a kiss by your ear. “And I am deeply infatuated with you.”

【 requested by; @maeriavizsendingjpmdose

【𝜗𝜚 thank you for reading! comments, feedback, likes, & reblogs are encouraged, welcomed, & deeply appreciated!

[spookievan]

night out w/ evan <3

[cinnamontoastcrunch-15]

The Grand Proposal - Part 1

Do y'all remember when I mentioned a hippie Remus x scientist Sirius one shot I was writing? Well, I've finally figured out what has screwed with my ability to finish it - there's too much of an idea to fit it into a single one shot, so here's me splitting it into two parts!!

Masterpost here!

Wednesday

“Hey, could you help me with something?” Remus asked, as Lily arranged and rearranged her expansive crystal selection. She glanced up at him, arching an eyebrow. 

“Right now? I’m kind of busy working. You’re distraction enough. A welcome distraction, but still.” She corrected herself, Remus laughing lightly. 

“No, not now, but…” He trailed off, thinking carefully. 

“Is everything okay?” 

“Yeah, I just- I need to go ring shopping.” 

“You buy all of your rings off me, dumbass.” Remus watched her blankly for a moment. 

“Not that kind of ring; an engagement ring. For Sirius.” Lily’s eyes widened, crystals straight back out of her hands. 

“Remus!” She said excitedly, eyes sparkling. “Proposing? That’s amazing!” Remus smiled back, shrugging. 

“I love him. It’s about time. Also, he’s never going to do it, I don’t think he knows whether or not I believe in the institution of marriage.” They said calmly, Lily laughing. Remus looked at her expectantly. 

“I know fuck all about engagement rings though, so… help?” 

“Oh, right! Of course! We can go looking on Friday?” 

“I need to ask Euphemia and Fleamont, too.” 

"Why? They love you, it's not like you need to listen to tradition." She said with a slight laugh, and Remus smiled, rolling his eyes.

"I'm well aware, Lils, but I want to ask them about this."

"Right, okay, it's your proposal, sorry."

Lily’s work was pretty much abandoned after that, talking about rings. Lily was the expert, and he’d been considering proposing for such a long time, he was almost entirely sure that Sirius would say yes. 

Almost. 

The thought was still nerve wracking as fuck, but it was worth it, for Sirius. 

Sirius was worth everything. 

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Sirius couldn’t focus. 

He had the same thoughts circulating in his mind that he really wanted to explore, desperately, more than anything else, but instead he was stuck at a fucking microscope. He had never been so irritated by a microscope in his life. It was very rare for Sirius to want to abandon his work, so he had a feeling that James would have a conversation with him if he tried. 

“Hey, Prongs?” 

He was right. James immediately glanced up at him. 

“Yeah?” 

“D’you reckon Remus… likes marriage, as a concept? Or, not likes. Appreciates? Would want?” James’ face shifted, and Sirius could feel himself turning red. 

“Thinking about marrying him?” James asked with a smile, and Sirius shushed him quickly. 

“I don’t need everybody talking about it!” Sirius whispered. The lab knew enough about the way his brain stopped working whenever Remus so much as breathed near him. “But… yeah. I’d marry them in a heartbeat, but I need to know that he’d want to first!” 

“You haven’t had this conversation?” Sirius huffed a laugh, shaking his head once. 

“No! We never really thought about it, but I- I’d love to be able to call him my spouse.” Sirius answered. 

“Well, there’s no harm in asking.” 

“What, just proposing without knowing what he’d say?” Sirius asked, confused, and James rolled his eyes. 

“No, just asking how they feel about marriage, if they’d ever want to. Then you know.” 

“Right, yeah, that works.” 

So that’s what he did. 

He waited until that evening, and brought up marriage. The two of them were sat on the sofa together, a book resting in Remus’ free hand, one arm around Sirius. He framed it like he was curious, just wondering, trying to make sure Remus didn’t figure out that he was trying to gauge if he could propose. 

“Hey, Rem?” 

“Mhm?” Remus hummed, turning and glancing at Sirius. 

“Would you ever want to get married? In the future, I mean.” He felt Remus tense, and panicked. He’d freaked Remus out, shit. In a sudden attempt to save himself, Sirius started doing what he did best. Talking. “Not that I- I didn’t mean I wanted to, necessarily, but-“ 

“Yeah.” Remus interjected. “I could see us getting married at some point. In the future.” He added on to the end, and Sirius couldn’t help the way his heart sunk, just a little. Not yet. 

Still, it wasn’t off the table. That was promising? 

“Yeah, yeah, the future. The distant future.” Sirius said calmly, surprisingly good at hiding his feelings. Remus nodded, resting his head on Sirius’, and the matter was dropped for the evening. 

It doesn’t mean James didn’t hear a shit ton about it the next day. 

Thursday

“Padfoot, you alright?” 

“Hm?” Sirius looked up from where he… really should have been working, zoned out. “No, yeah, I’m fine. It’s just…” 

“I’m assuming Remus doesn’t want to get married?” 

“No, they do, but- they said in the future.” James practically sighed then, pinching the bridge of his nose as Sirius frowned at him. 

“The future could mean literally anything, why are you moping?” 

“I’m not! I- no, I am. I’m fucking moping, god.” He dropped his head into his hands. “He didn’t even say he didn’t want to get married!” Sirius said with a groan. “I’m a loser.” He said, voice muffled by his hands. 

“I’d say that’s a sign to propose.” James answered with a shrug, sitting in the chair opposite Sirius, who moved his hands to frown at James, confused. 

“How?” 

“He didn’t say distant future, did he?” 

“Well, no, but-“ 

“The future could mean next year! Also, an engagement isn’t a marriage! If they want to get married at some point, they’ll say yes.” James shrugged. “I’ll help you plan it? I mean, you two have been together for years, it’s about time!” Sirius thought carefully for a moment. James wasn’t wrong. He loved Remus, and the future didn’t necessarily mean decades. 

“I need to get a ring, then.” 

“We can go on Saturday?” 

“Okay. And I want to talk to Hope about it.” Sirius added decisively. 

He was actually going to fucking do it. 

He was going to propose. 

Remus would never see it coming.

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Remus dropped by Euphemia and Fleamont’s on the Thursday, while Sirius was at work. The door swung open, Remus offering Euphemia a smile as she beamed back. 

“Remus, lovely! Come in, come in!” He pulled him into a hug, and Remus still wasn’t prepared for the way the air could get knocked out of his lungs by her hugs. Still, he smiled and hugged her back, unable to stop the flood of warmth they felt towards her.

Once they had gotten in and sat in front of them, he wasn’t wasting any time. 

”So, what brings you here?” Fleamont asked, Remus somehow having ended up with a cup of tea. Christ, it was like the Potters had some kind of domestic magic Remus hadn't heard of.

“Well… I want to propose to Sirius.” He answered, watching as their eyes widened. “I know I’m not exactly… traditional.” There was literally no way on earth to define him, so that was a tad bit of an understatement. “But I did want to talk to the two of you about it first. You two mean the world to him. So I guess I’m asking for your… blessing.” They finished, turning to observe the two of them. Euphemia seemed stunned into silence, Fleamont gaining an increasingly growing smile. Okay, good signs.

“Remus, of course you have our blessing. You make Sirius happy.” Remus felt a light blush tint their cheeks, smiling back at the two of them. As much as he knew that was true, he had seen it himself plenty of times, but it didn't make it any less comforting to hear. “When are you planning on proposing?” 

“Soon.” He answered promptly. “I’m going ring shopping tomorrow.” 

He was going to propose as soon as possible. Mostly because he had an inkling that Sirius was planning the same thing, if that conversation from the night before was anything of note. They just had to hope that Sirius had been slightly put off by their injection of the word future. 

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Sirius had a new resolve. 

He was going to propose as soon as he could. 

Honestly, he had no clue where the motivation came from; a few hours of overthinking actually seemed to have worked, for once, and he wasn’t going to complain. Instead of working for the rest of the day, he made a plan for the Saturday. Talk to Hope in the morning, then meet James at noon and look for a ring. The perfect plan… mostly. 

Apart from the fact that it meant he had to lie to Remus. 

Remus. Moony. His Moony, who he literally found it impossible to lie to. There was a time that he’d told Remus what his fucking birthday present was, because it had arrived while they were home and they had asked. How he was ever going to hide a whole bloody proposal, he had no idea. Still, it was for Remus. Surely he could lie for Remus? 

Well, he had to. He didn’t have any other choice. 

With that in mind, he pulled his phone out and quickly tapped out a message for him. Start the plan early.

‘Going out for lunch with James on Saturday, thought we could go for dinner in the evening? Love you xXx’ 

Okay, he could lie over text. Perfect. He was also technically actually going for lunch with James, he was just stopping by a few jewellery shops in the process. And Hope’s house. Still, it wasn’t a lie, he just… didn’t disclose. it was fine. Absolutely fine. 

He was going to be fine keeping it from Remus. At least he could lie to himself? If he could do that, he could do it for Remus. 

His ability to do so was tested later that evening, which Sirius really didn't appreciate. 

James had messaged him with a list of jewellery shops they could go to, Sirius pulling out his phone and smiling as the two of them ate. Perfect. He was getting more excited by the second. Remus arched an eyebrow, curious. Sirius looked up at them, elaborating. 

“It’s James. He’s sending me… places we can go.” He hesitated briefly, stopping himself from saying fucking ring shops. He was already screwing it up, and he wasn’t about to let it happen. 

“Ah, right. Where are you thinking of going?” 

“Not sure yet.” Sirius answered quickly, flinching at the suddenness of the words. Remus picked up on everything, and he had probably picked up on that too. Still, he didn’t say anything about it, moving on with the conversation, something about planet alignments, as Sirius tried to force himself not to panic. It wasn’t really lying if he was doing something good. All he had to do was keep telling himself that. 

He was going to propose if it was the last thing he did. 

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kit x female reader 🫣 like gentle smut pretty please

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Morning bliss..

You wake up before kit has to go to work and express your love for each other.

(Warnings: smut, foreplay intercourse)

You turned around to look at the clock it was 4.30 am, You tried to stay still and not wake Kit as he had to get up for work soon, but you couldnt get back to sleep, you couldn't resist the urge, you turned so you could see Kits face, he looked so cute when he was sleeping, the moonlight illuminated half of his face, he looked so peaceful.

As you turned back over to try and fall back asleep, you felt Kit move, "suga you ok?" Kit stretched his arm over to pull you in to cuddle you from behind, "Sorry baby, I didn't mean to disturb you, I just woke up after a dream" you loved the warm feeling of being wrapped up in Kits arms, he was the greatest human blanket. "Don't be silly, baby, it's OK. This is way better than any dream I was having," he whispered gently in your ear. It sent goosebumps all over your body. You couldn't help but let out a small gasp. Kit ran his hand across your thigh, feeling your goosebumps. "Did you like that, darlin?" He covered your cheek and neck in kisses, he knew what effect he was having on you, your body covered in goosebumps, he could see your nipples hard through your vest top. Kit pushed his body up against yours, your cheeks pressing right against his semi hard buldge, you felt an ache between your legs, he kissed your neck slowly, all the way down to your shoulder and across your collar bone, you started to grind up against him, you could feel him getting harder which made your ache deeper. Kit moved his hand and pushed your knees apart. He ran his thumb over your pulsing clit causing you to moan, "you like that suga?" Kits whispered as he began to rub between your legs, you felt his cock twitch up against you as he felt the wetness of your underwear, "yes baby I love it", you turned your head so your lips could meet Kits, you kissed slowly but passionately, you loved the taste of him, the feel of his tounge. "Are you ready for me, suga?" Kit rolled you onto your back. You nodded while fixated of his beautiful brown eyes. You watched as he pulled his boxers down, his body lit by the moonlight, his hardness exposed, you couldn't wait to feel him inside of you, it really was different doing it with somebody you truly loved and who truly loved you. Kit gentle kissed you on the lips as he pushed himself inside of you. You both let out a harmonized moan as he got further and further inside of you. He fitted perfectly as if you were made for each other. Kit linked his hands in yours and pushed them into the mattress as he sped up his pace. He looked into your eyes. He loved to see the pleasure he was creating. You watched him, biting his lip, you wrapped your legs around him, to push him in as deep as he could go, you both let out a moan, every thrust was sending shocks through your body, his pelvis hitting your clit with every thrust, you loved watching Kit as he looked down to see himself slide in and out of you, "suga, you feel amazing I can't hold on for much longer, I want you to cum for me darlin" Kit placed his forhead on yours and kissed your lips, "cum for me baby" he whispered in your ear, this made your whole body tingle from head to toe, you felt the pleasure take over your body, you felt yourself tighten around Kit inside of you, he moaned as he also was consumed by pleasure, you both shared this moment together, moaning eachothers names until you were both paralysed by pleasure. "That's the kinda wake up call I could get used to." Kit laughed as you laid in eachothers arms.

[fourmoony]

hey, you could do something with reader telling james (or poly!marauders) that you're pregnant. reader was tense and hesitant about what his reaction would be, as she thought he wouldn't like the idea

thanks for requesting!

f!reader 1k cw: pregnancy

James has his head almost inside the pot of soup on the stove, poking and prodding at it with a wooden spoon as though it may bite him, when you cross through the arched entryway of the kitchen. He turns his head over his shoulder when he hears your socked feet padding across the tiled flooring, glasses fogged up and his smile bright.

"I don't think I did it right." He tells you, forbearing a greeting all together.

His brows hook in the middle when he turns back to the pot, lips pouted just a little. You peek over his shoulder to find a simmering pot of vegetable water and find yourself biting back a smile. Sweet James, your loving and doting boyfriend, always up for a challenge. You don't have the heart to tell him there's entirely too much water and not nearly enough stock in the pot, so you rub his shoulder encouragingly, place a kiss to it, after. "Looks lovely, handsome."

It pulls a warm smile out of your boyfriend, who seems more encouraged by your words than you think he should be. He's so trusting, so loving, leads with his heart and his soul, and nothing else. He puts too much faith in you.

"Remus' never looks like this, but I s'pose thats because he does it in the slow cooker." James placates himself with a shrug, eyes back on the steaming pot.

You hum a mild agreement, pulling yourself up onto the worktop so you're facing James. He likes the company whenever he's cooking. You like the domesticity, the routine, spending time with him whilst completing a task, talking about your day, your friends. It's nice, to be so comfortable with the person you love.

"Did you write down the instructions as he was giving you them? Or are you going from memory?" You ask James apprehensively.

He doesn't reply at first, too occupied with throwing a load of raw potatoes into the pot. They drop to the bottom of the pot with a sickening thud, water splashing over the sides. James winces as a droplet catches the side of his arm and turns to you with a weary look, "From memory. He was going too fast and the landline was crackly."

There's no saving the soup now, so you allow James to continue his ministrations. You'll pretend it's even better than Remus'. Anything for James. Anything to see him smile.

"He said he hopes you're feeling better soon, by the way. Sirius, too." James adds, face dangerously close to the open flame of the gas cooker as he adjusts the heat.

You blanch. You'd mentioned feeling poorly to James yesterday morning, a little tired, a little sick, stiff, the normal beginnings of a cold. The soup makes sense, now. "You asked Remus for his soup recipe because I mentioned feeling a little poorly once?"

James nods, shrugs like it's no big deal.

You've never felt this kind of love before, the kind of care and consideration James has.

"Jamie, I'm not poorly." Your voice is a little unsteady.

You'd wanted to wait, tell him when you'd figured out how you felt about it yourself. Wanted to be sure whether this was something you wanted, something James would want. You know he's a good man, a good person with a massive heart, but you've not been together for as long as you'd have liked, you're not married, there's a list of things that could make James run for the hills and you wouldn't blame him.

But you know him. You know James Potter. He's never ran from anything.

"Well it's too late for that, I've already made the ruddy soup, now." James teases, poking the pudge of your thigh with the tip of the wooden spoon.

"James," You try to garner his full attention, away from the burning vegetable water, "I wasn't poorly."

He frowns, probably trying to pin together the phrase with the way you're acting and comes up with nothing, so he says nothing.

"I'm pregnant."

James doesn't say anything for a minute. You can't read him. Eyes wide, jaw slack, eyebrows lost in the messy tuft of his fringe. Just when you think the silence might choke you, the fire alarm sounds, loud and abrasive. It kick starts your boyfriend's brain and he grabs the nearest tea towel, motioning for you to stay put, and wafts the smoke away from the detector.

After, in the silence that follows, he leans over the kitchen sink and opens the window, turns off the stove.

"When did you find out?" He asks, voice unwaveringly calm.

Your heart slams against your rib cage, scared and begging you to run, "This morning."

James nods, "How do you feel?"

"Nauseous. Confused. Scared."

James softens, crosses the distance between you. His hands are soft on your face when he slots between your legs, eyes swimming with emotion. He smells faintly like OXO stock cubes and his normal cologne as he rests his forehead against yours and heaves a deep breath. "You wanna do this?"

"Only if you do." You answer truthfully.

"I love you, you know that?" His voice comes out hoarse, and you realise he's holding back tears.

Tears spring to your eyes, too, when you nod, "I know."

"There's no one else I'd rather do it with."

Relief washes over you like a bucket of cold water, bringing the air back to your lungs, life back to your heart. You're laughing into the kiss that James presses to your lips, giddy and excited. He presses two gentle pecks there, after, and one to your forehead.

"Holy shit I'm gonna be a Dad." He sounds awed, in disbelief.

You laugh, "Yeah. You are."

"And you're gonna be a Mum."

"That's generally how it works, babe." You say placatingly, thumbs swiping over his rounded cheeks, holding his face in place. His smile is like the sun, bright and blinding. You feel warm all over just looking at it.

"I need to phone Sirius." James announces, turning on his heel to make for the landline.

You shouldn't be surprised, not when Sirius is an extension of your boyfriend's being. So, you simply wait until you can hear James ramming his fingers against the telephone, and dump a couple more stock cubes into the soup.

He can thank you later.

[my-own-walker]

The World Turns All Around Her

@lili-tate says: We need a fic with daddy kit!!

note: i can do that! i know i said previously that i didn't want to write father!evan but i womaned up and decided to expand my horizons.

warnings: dad!kit, mom!reader (sorry to be so heteronormative, it was the 60s!), fluff, lowkey postpartum but mostly just exhausted mother, 1965 (you decide if the events of asylum happened or not)

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My heart is so full of them, I can hardly call it my own.

Kit and Winnie. Winifred Eve Walker.

She just celebrated her first birthday and is proficient in babbling and repeating the sounds that come out of Kit and my mouths. She's close to walking, but not quite. She never quite crawled, actually.

I watch as she scoots across the floor, leading with one leg. It's almost as if she's trying to stand, favoring her right side, the bottom of her tiny foot slapping the floor as she slides along. Her left leg drags along, and her hands compensate for what she lacks in balance. Winnie settles next to her toy bin, which seems closer to a pile at the moment, and picks out a pastel pink rattle.

She cries out in joy as she shakes it, thoroughly enthused by the jingling of the beads inside. She Winnie-walks back over to me, sitting on the couch, and hands me the rattle. I know what she wants, so I do it.

I drop the toy onto the ground. "Uh oh!" I exclaim.

"Uh oh!" she repeats, picking up the rattle, clutching it tightly in her chubby little fist. She smiles up at me as she holds the object out to me once more.

Winnie has eight teeth so far. She's teething, which makes her a bit of a handful. But, seeing her toothy little grin staring up at me, complete with her big, twinkling eyes and round cheeks, makes it all worth it.

These little games, though, admittedly exhaust me. When she's not down for naps or eating, she and I get stuck in cycles of repetitive entertainment. Entertaining mostly for her. That's how babies are, though.

I love that she's grown to an age where she is more interactive, and more fun. Up until she was about six months old she just slept and ate, nothing else. Now, she loves to learn and play and try to talk. She's more mobile.

It's adorable. She's a lovable little person. Kit and I made her, and we wouldn't change a hair on her little head. But how active she is gets tiring.

"Beautiful girl!" I proclaim in a sing-songy voice, grabbing the rattle from her. I drop it again. It clatters to the wood floor loudly. "Uh oh," I call out.

"Uh oh," she echoes. Before she can repeat the cycle, though, I hear a car door close outside.

"Is that daddy?" I ask excitedly, my head stooping and my palms facing up. She grins back at me. "I think that's daddy!" I stand up, scooping her up into my arms in the same motion. I rest her on my hip as we venture through the house to the front door. She nibbles her hand as we go.

The door opens and a rush of cold air, along with Kit, comes through it. His expression brightens as soon as he sees us, his lips curled upward in a smile. "My gorgeous girls!" he exclaims.

He shuffles his feet on the mat by the door, knocking the snow off his boots before stepping forward into to house. He swings the door closed behind him and wraps his arms around the both of us. I kiss his cheek. It's icy cold from the brisk air outside. January in Massachusetts is as white as a rabbit's fur, with snow coloring every inch of ground.

Kit breaks his embrace and looks deeply into my eyes. His face, despite the cold, is as sunny as ever.

"How was your day?" I ask, adjusting Winnie's position on my hip.

"Great now that I've seen you two ladies," he chirps. "Here, lemme take her from ya." He reaches out for her and opens and closes his hands, like a child begging for more sweets.

"Don't you want to take your jacket off first? And your boots?" A subtle hint, yes, but I spent the entirety of Winnie's nap polishing the floors. I don't want him tracking wet slush in.

"Ah, right," he rasps, kicking his shoes off right next to the mat. They clunk down and around loudly. He shuffles to the coat closet and hangs his coat, smelling of tires and motor oil, up on the rail. "Now pass the little chickie over to Daddy." I hand a smiling Winnie to her father. He spins around and giggles with her, then holds her neck as he flips her upside down and back up again.

He repeats the action a few more times before disappearing into the living room with her.

I silently rejoice in the moment, happy to see my husband whisk the baby away so I could have time to finish cooking. I hear them playing, which usually consists of Kit talking away happily, replying to Winnie's oohs and ahhs as if they were having a real conversation.

After a bit of chopping and seasoning, I throw the prepared supper in the oven. I wipe my hands on my apron, untie it behind my back, and hang it on the hook on the wall next to the stove. I grab Winnie's bottle out of the water it was warming up in.

"Kit!" I call, walking through the house to the living room, bottle in hand. I pause in the doorway when I come upon the sight of the two of them. Kit has Winifred in his lap facing him. He sings to her softly:

"So if you tell her every day you love her And if you tell her everything she could be You'll find out that your world will turn around her"

"What a lovely song," I coo, astounded by the softness he's displaying.

He jumps and both of them turn to look at me. Winnie's smile is bigger than the whole sky. "Christ, you scared me," he breathed, a smile breaking across his whole face, reaching his eyebrows last.

"Dinner's ready," I say quietly, walking into the room to grab Winnie from him.

"Ah, ah," he tuts, "I got her." He stands, holding her high above his head before bringing her down and kissing her in a swift motion.

"You'll put her to bed?" I ask, eyebrow raised. I usually take bedtime duty, since he's the one who wakes up with her, changes her, and feeds her in the morning.

"Yes ma'am," he insists. He looks at Winnie and tickles her tummy, making her giggle in delight. "We think Mommy deserves a break, right?"

"Oh, Kit," I protest, holding out my arms once again to take her. "You worked hard all day. Go eat. I don't need a break."

He keeps his gaze locked on the baby. "Daddy wants to eat with mommy tonight," he murmurs. "Daddy doesn't mind. It means more time with his little princess."

I step forward and kiss his shoulder, resting my head on his arm promptly after. "I promise, I'm fine," I whisper, tired.

"Baby, you're tired, it's okay."

"Can I help at least? I don't want to sit at the dining room table alone waiting for you," I whine.

"Of course," he responds, kissing me softly on the top of my head. "I'm gonna do all the work, though."

I follow him into the nursery and stand next to him as she changes her into her pretty yellow pajamas. Then he sits down in the rocking chair, Winnie lying across his lap, in his arms comfortably. I hand him her bottle. She holds the bottle in both hands and drinks it cheerily.

"Which book should we read, Smiley?" Kit asks. "I think Where The Wild Things Are is a good choice."

I smile as he reads the story to the baby in a sing-song tone. His New England accent comes across so strongly as he reads. It makes a warm feeling spread through my chest and radiate through my body. It's an indescribable feeling of pride and love toward him.

Winnie is asleep within minutes. Kit catches the bottle as it slips out of her limp hands. "I think she's out," he whispers sweetly, looking up at me with only his eyes.

I nod with a small smile. He carries her over to her crib and lowers her down into it gingerly, careful not to wake her. We both exit the room gently, careful not to make any loud sounds.

"That's the fastest she's fallen asleep in a while," I remark as soon as we're far enough from her room. Kit follows closely behind me, hand on the small of my back.

"Yeah?"

"Yes, you've got the magic touch," I maintain. We make our way into the kitchen and I separate from him to tend to dinner. At least, I think I leave him until I feel arms snake around me. I turn and look up at him, a smirk painted on his face. "Would you like to eat?" I ask, mock-sternly.

"I can think of something else I'd like to eat instead, Y/N Walker," he purrs. Shivers crawl up my spine and light my skin on fire.

"I think I'd like that too Kit Walker."

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WEEEEEEE i drew upon my, like, one experience with a baby to write this i hope you liked it

[masivechaos]

KISS YOU WHEN I WAKE UP

drunk! remus lupin x gn! ravenclaw! reader

Request: yes / no

see the request here!

Synopsis: you are late for a party and Remus has the great idea to drink while waiting

Warning/content: mention being drunk, alcohol, kissing, fluff, my English

a.n.: 1.5k words- first real fic for the first time in a month youhou

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“You’ll be there tonight?”

Remus turned his head, his eyes finding yours. He couldn’t get what you just said since he was too focused on forcing himself not to stare at you and your endearing features. “What?” he said as he cleared his throat, trying not to seem flustered.

You shake your head with a chuckle “You’ll be there tonight?” you saw his eyebrows knitted together in confusion “The party I mean” You really wanted Remus to go. You loved parties, it was a break from school pressure and allowed you to relax for a night. Sure, you were grateful to be a fast learner but burnout was easy for a gifted child who craved academic validation. Anyone in Hogwarts who wanted to have great grades needed to sacrifice a part of their mental health.

But parties were there to help you. And Remus too. You had a long week and just wanted to rest your brain and the party was a good way but it would be even better if Remus was by your side for the entire night.

You held your gaze on the boy, trying to let him know with the look in your eyes that you wanted him to be there. His lips tugged up “Sure” he offered you the softest smile, his cheeks light pink. 

It was rare to see Remus being shy, he actually was the type to be sarcastic and teasing with everyone if he wasn’t just wearing a blank face. But you didn’t remark this, you were maybe smart but totally clueless when it came to other people’s feelings. That’s something your friends always made fun of. You were a total flirt but never knew if they flirted back, liked you and were just shy persons.

You grinned a large smile “Great!” you got up and brushed off the grass that was stuck to your pants. Remus and you decided to spend some time together near the Black Lake and it was now time to leave, you had a long week and wanted to take nap before the party.

Remus watched you as you took your bag off the floor and slid it on your shoulder. When your eyes landed on Remus, it seemed like he really wanted to smile but stopped himself from doing it, his pupils were shining and he looked genuinely happy. He truly was handsome.

“See you tonight!” you bent down, pressing a brief kiss to his scarred cheek. You quickly walked away, not seeing the hard blush on Remus’ face and his wide eyes, he had to take a deep breath and a good minute to get up.

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Remus lifted his head, hoping to see you enter the room as he saw a group of students coming from the corner of his eye but unfortunately, you weren’t there yet. He was wondering where you could be and just wanted you to be by his side.

As he was lost in his own thoughts he felt someone grabbing his shoulder, he turned around with a small jump, not expecting any physical touch.

He faced a very smiling Sirius “Waiting for your lovebird?” he said with a wide smirk. Remus looked back at the entrance of the common room, rolling his eyes at his friend’s comment.

James came by their side “Who are we looking for?” he nudged Remus in the ribs, showing the crowd starting to form with a head movement.

“Y/n~” Sirius sang as he sent a wink to the tall boy who let out a sigh, hating that he was right. Remus didn’t even bother listening to whatever his best friends were talking about, you were the only thing in his mind at the moment.

But as the waiting began to be long and he started to overthink, he drank a glass of firewhiskey. Then two. 

It was his fourth glass when you stepped into the room, it was just the only way he found to spend time. His eyes met yours and his lips immediately extended into a wide smile.

He got up from the couch and that was the moment he realised how much he had drunk without break. Lily next to him let out a chuckle, knowing very well why he was in this state “Go get her” she laughed and Remus nodded as he headed to you.

He approached you, his hand grabbing your shoulder. You turned your head, smiling when you saw him. Without thinking you wrapped your arms around his middle, hugging him to express how happy you were to find him.

“I’m sorry for coming so late. I forgot to set up an alarm and woke up like 40 minutes ago.” you said with an apologetic smile. But Remus beamed down at you and breathed a quiet ‘It’s okay’.

You chuckled “How much have you drank already?” Remus let out a sigh before bringing you to his chest so you would shut up, with your face pressed against his shirt.

“Take a drink and leave me alone” he said grumpily but you could hear his smile as he talked. You pushed away from his embrace before walking to the buffet, shoving a few appetisers in your mouth and filling a glass.

You joined Remus on one of the couches, you could see he was more tactile than usual but you weren’t going to complain, his arm looped over your shoulders you felt protected and relaxed.

You felt his gaze on you as you did anything “What?” you laughed, your eyebrow raising as he was staring down at you.

Remus blushed and looked away “Nothing” he let out a long breath before looking at you from the corner of his eyes “You- You’re just really pretty” That’s it. He just said it. What he wanted to tell you since he first met you months ago.

“O-oh” you weren’t expecting this and warmth raised to your entire face. You had a foolish smile on your lips “You’re pretty too”

Remus didn’t know if it was because of the alcohol in his blood or just the genuine comment you just said, but he wanted to kiss you. His mouth was agape, looking at you in such admiration, he was adorable when he was flustered. 

It wasn’t the first time he had the urge to kiss your soft-looking lips but he never dared, you were so confident, he was even surprised you weren’t taken, every sane person would love to date you. But the new form of adrenaline gave him the confidence he didn’t have sober. He leaned down, his right hand cupping your cheek.

You knew what he was going to do. And you wanted the same thing as him. The only problem that was floating in your mind was ‘does he really want to kiss you? Or it’s just the euphoria of the night?’ “Wait” you whispered when his lips almost touched yours.

Remus cocked his head to the side. “Do you really want this? It’s not just alcohol?” you asked quietly.

The boy nodded eagerly “Of course, I wanted to since I first led my eyes on you” you grinned when he talked, that was the sweetest thing someone ever told you.

“You’re not going to regret this tomorrow morning?” you were scared your dream will disappear when you will wake up and Remus shook his head with wide eyes, he was begging you in silence and you couldn’t resist anymore.

“Just one.” his lips tugged down in disappointment “C’mon, if you still like me in the morning we will have plenty of time to kiss” This time you were the one initiating the kiss, your hand on his scarred cheek, tilting his head down so you could reach for his lips. He didn’t wait before kissing you back, his hand coming behind your neck.

Fireworks exploded in Remus’ stomach, he couldn’t believe what was happening. He never wanted to stop, he loved you too much to break the kiss right now.

You pulled away for air but Remus chased for your lips and you giggled. “I said one” Remus sighed, burying his face in the crook of your neck with a muffled groan. When you tore your stare away from him you saw all his friends looking at you with big smirks and you let out an awkward laugh.

Remus could feel your embarrassment and he gazed up at where you were looking. He grunted when he saw his idiots of friends “Leave us alone” he told them with furrowed brows before grabbing your hand to lead you to a more quiet place.

The said place ended up being his dorm. He just plopped down on his bed, waiting for you to join him. He made sure his face was close to yours, and it made you laugh “So I can kiss you when I wake up” he let you know before hugging you to sleep.

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[exhaustedcatte]

Are we doing this here? (yes)

Remus ran his sweaty palms over his suit, which did nothing to dry them off given that the material was very silky.

“My god, Lily, you should’ve asked someone else to sub in,” Remus muttered balefully.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” she scoffed, accent thick – it only ever came out when she was nervous. “You made bigger numbers than Susan when you filled in for her last time.”

“I wish I was knee deep in editing instead,” he said, just to keep the banter going.

Remus wasn’t mad about Lily asking him to fill in for her co-worker, mainly because the carpet they were on was for a Period Era film whose book had him crying for days. No, he was just very out of depth being in front of a camera and not a screen. Besides, this must be what people call Nepotism. Remus was simply an editor, who cuts clips out and makes a nice video out of it. Lily, who’d pulled strings to get Snarky little Remus Lupin out here, did so with the intention of getting him to do some networking.

“No, you don’t, not when Black will be here,” she replied knowingly.

She knew too much, honestly. Lily simply barked a laugh when he told her that.

He tried to settle his nerves by doing a headcount of the reporters on the carpet. He thought he might reach Nirvana once he’d counted upto the 90 mark, but his cameraman starts clicking the little button with such force, Remus is startled out of the ‘counting sheep to sleep’ method he was using.

“Oh my god,” Lily applied her lipstick hastily. “Remus! Remus that’s Dame Minerva McGonagall.”

He bit his lip, trying to contain his own excitement. “Who gets her?”

They were both under the same network, it would make no sense for both of them to interview her with similar questions.

“Do you… do you want it?” Lily asked.

Remus saw the generosity in her offering her role model to him. “Of course not, Lils. I was only pulling your leg.”

She punched his arm. “I was about to replace you with Frank.”

Remus’ cameraman, Frank Longbottom, popped his head from behind the huge camera, “Oh, piss off.”

Minerva strode into their section after getting her photographs taken. Remus stepped away in awe. He’d never been so close to anyone famous, well excluding his one boyfriend – who wrote three love songs about him and then dumped him after the songs blew up. They’d been together at the cusp of his fame. Remus squashed the thought of Caradoc Dearborn, the nation’s favourite Pop Artist, according to Daily Prophet.

“Miss Minerva,” Lily smiled brightly, “you look lovely. Might I know who you’re wearing?”

“Why, you look beautiful yourself,” the woman smiled. “This was a work of Pandora Lovegood.”

“It looks stunning,” Lily reiterated sincerely. She segued into her question smoothly with, “The pantsuit must’ve been easier to wear than traditional Victorian outfits, right?”

“Oh yes,” she nodded. “Many, many layers.”

“This film is also your comeback after two years, how does it feel?”

They’re lucky they secured the entry spot on the carpet, because the other interviewers are likely to ask the same questions as these actors progress down the line.

“It’s very special. I’ve known the director, James Potter, for a few years now and working with him has been lovely because he really eased me into it,” Minerva spoke fondly of James Potter and it was all but a miracle that Lily’s knees didn’t give out judging by the dizzy expression that overtook her smile when her celebrity crush was name dropped. (Remus knew Lily as well as she knew him, so it was never a disadvantage really.)

“The trailer also broke records, have you got any anecdotes to spare about scenes that have been revealed?”

Minerva pondered for a few. “I found it very difficult to chase Sirius around set when he thought dropping seeds on my hat was a good idea. I almost had a pigeon infestation on me.”

“Did you have to run in the gown?” Lily laughed good-naturedly.

Remus also had to hold back a snort at the vivid image of the Dame running behind Sirius Black and a flock of pigeons trailing her.

“Running after him was a personal choice, it wasn’t a shot for the movie,” the actress said primly, making everyone laugh again.

“I wish the movie great success, it was lovely meeting you,” Lily bade her goodbye.

Minerva smiled once again before heading over to the next reporter.

“How was I?” Lily asked.

“Good, but a touch too nervous maybe,” Remus offered honestly.

“Okay.” She spotted Slughorn making his way over to them and straightened, “It’s go time.”

The old veteran was suited up in boring grey slacks and a grey suit jacket with a plain white shirt under. Remus wished there were less boring men’s outfits on the carpet, at least then it’d make it interesting for him to edit these things, it would provide great gossip material.

Lily breezed through the next couple interviews, trying to shuffle her questions between them to make it less monotonous for both parties.

When Narcissa Malfoy finally sashayed away, Lily slugged half of Remus’ ginger lemon tea. “This thermos is god sent, the tea is so warm.”

“I know. It was Caradoc’s last christmas present. But it’s so good, I couldn’t justify throwing away just because he was a shit ex.”

“His money anyway,” Lily winked. Her voice sounded too hoarse.

“Want me to go?” Remus asked.

Her shoulders slumped, a bit relieved. “I would appreciate that.”

Remus steadied his mind, just a few questions and that’s all there was. You can do this, you got this, it’s just a few minutes and – Holy fucking god.

Marlene McKinnon stepped out of her car in a sequinned dress, thigh high slit and tall pumps.

Remus managed to snag her first out of the sea of interviewers.

“Good evening,” he smiled. “You look gorgeous, very old Hollywood.”

Her blonde hair was pinned up, lips painted blood red, mole under her eye, black sequinned dress glimmering in the flashes of the cameras.

“Thank you so much, but I have to thank Fortescue for this.”

Her ability to understand cues was very well appreciated by Remus.

“I must say, your role in the movie seems to be rather demanding psychologically,” Remus started off strong, “judging by the book and the trailer, of course.”

Marlene blinked away her surprise fast. Women were usually not asked about their character’s personalities very often.

“Harriet is a bit of a character,” she said eagerly. “She’s too strict on herself and clearly a bit emotionally constipated,” Marlene laughed.

“Was it difficult to recover from that kind of a role?”

“It was,” Marlene’s surprise bled into her voice. “Harriet’s strictness with herself often translated into her constantly picking herself apart so my confidence did see it’s ups and downs.”

“And she’s also Irish!“ Remus redirected towards something lighthearted. “How was working the accent for you?”

“I’m so used to London, it took a lot of work to get my pronunciation as close to a native as I could,” she admitted sheepishly.

Remus grinned, watch pulsating silently on his wrist. “Well, Harriet, I wont keep you long, for your duties call you elsewhere.”

“Wow,” Marlene laughed, “you’re better than Sirius, man!”

“I wouldn’t make it past auditions, Marlene,” he deadpanned.

She giggled. “Give yourself some credit. Sirius only remembered his dialogues when he had to whinge about me.”

Remus shifted back, on his hip, “Harriet, dear, don’t you have somewhere to be?”

Marlene guffawed, “Oh, you’re good.” She waved as she was led away.

Remus didn’t get a refractory period when the next actor swarmed in.

After six successful interviews Remus started to loosen up. He managed to land a few jokes based on the knowledge of the actors and their characters.

“Are you the interviewer that Marls said I had to meet?”

Remus turned around.

Sirius Orion Black.

He was wearing proper Victorian attire. A ruffled white blouse, a midnight blue paisley vest with gold embroidery, charcoal slacks and tailcoat. His hair was tied back with a gold ribbon. God. He looked delectable.

Remus’ brain sent pure dumb into his head and he fish-mouthed. “You cut quite a figure in that suit.”

“It’s an Ollivander custom,” Sirius grinned, eyes shining. Oh, his smile. “I see you’re dressed to star alongside me too!”

Remus cracked a smile. No one had commented on his commitment to the part yet. He was also similarly in Victorian garbs, but he decided to take a simpler route by thrifting and sewing them himself.

“It’s a Remus Lupin special,” he said. After a pause, he motioned to himself, and added, “I’m Remus Lupin.”

“You’ve got quite the talent in suit making, Lupin. Want to make one for me next time?” Sirius leaned in close. Remus could smell the decadent notes of vanilla and coffee in his perfume.

“I’m not all that talented,” Remus said modestly. “I might be better at taking a suit off than putting it on you.”

What the hell am I doing? On Broadcast! Oh, he’s so fired. Lily pinched his arm from behind.

But Sirius Black grinned widely, very obviously looking him up and down, “You certainly have the permission.”

Remus smirked. “Alright now, let’s keep it media-friendly. Tell us, Sirius, you’ve taken on the role of Sir Fitzwilliam Grey, who is notoriously difficult. What was being such a frustrating man like?”

“Frustrating,” Sirius laughed. “He definitely was written well, but boy, he got on my nerves a bit.”

Remus also smiled, agreeing, “It’s true, the book almost made me pull my hair out.”

“You can pull my hair instead,” Sirius winked.

Remus swallowed, before smiling brightly. “Ah, but I don’t put out until the fourth date at least.”

Sirius snorted, “I was talking about braiding my hair.”

“Mm, either ways, I am good with my hands.”

Sirius hid his face in his palms, shoulders shaking with laughter. Remus felt proud of himself for making this man laugh. God, he looked really beautiful.

“So,” he cleared his throat at Frank’s pointed gaze. “James Potter is your best friend and this isn’t your first production together. But you mentioned this project was very close to you, why so?”

“I grew up in a family like Grey’s, so I could understand why he behaved the way he did – I was much like him until I met James. So now I’m not welcome home anymore,” Sirius snickered lightly. This news was known to the public for a while, but it was still a sore subject.

“You’re welcome to my home anytime,” Remus winked, trying to make it lighter on the viewers.

This time, Sirius actually blushed. “I’ll make a note of that.”

“Your first film was also a period era movie, was it nostalgic going back to your roots, in a sense?”

“A little. I was too nervous to experience everything the first time, so this felt like redemption,” Sirius said. Then he broke into a jive, “Redemption is leaving the man you dreamed of~”

Jesus. Caradoc Dearborn through the mouth of Sirius. But Sirius had a really nice voice, rich and robust.

“Sorry, I don’t know why I keep singing that song, must be because I’ve been hearing it a lot on the radio.”

“Yeah, me too,” Remus said stiffly. Lily snorted into her palm.

“Oh?”

“Er, my ex… he was a huge fan of, um, Caradoc Dearborn,” Remus felt his eye twitch.

“Oh.”

“He’s my ex,” Remus shrugged. “It’s fine.”

“Oh yeah, absolutely. If he left you, then he was probably a right Fitzwilliam Grey, eh,” Sirius giggled. “Or like, Earl Grey. A bit basic.”

“You’re right.” He leaned in a bit, heart jumping when Sirius mirrored his action. “I much prefer it Black.”

Sirius’ ears were slowly getting red, probably like his own. “Everyone likes black tea, Remus.”

“We all have good taste,” Remus nodded importantly, willing himself to stand his ground.

His watch beeped, breaking the moment. “Oh, we’ve run out of time. Have you got any last remarks?”

“I hope you watch the movie,” he said to the camera. “And let me know how it is,” he turned to Remus.

“Well, it has been a pleasure to talk to you Mr Black,” Remus smiled his professional smile.

“You too, Remus,” Sirius said softly. “I will see you sometime.”

That sounded like a promise if he’d ever heard one.

Sirius strode away, but Remus noticed him peeking back at where he was stood.

“What on Earth was that Remus?” Lily squealed. “How can we possibly use this footage?!”

“We can, I think. It’s guaranteed views, Lils,” Frank interjected.

Remus blushed. “Sorry, I don’t know what got over me.”

“Thinking with the wrong organ, most likely,” Lily muttered, but she sounded too fond and too impressed to be mad.

“Most likely,” Remus echoed, once again on the receiving end of The Sirius Black smile.

His phone rang six times before he even considered picking it up.

“Hey,” he croaked. “I met the deadlines and uploaded it yesterday evening.”

Lily, who had been pestering him to get the interview out before the movie’s first day, didn’t utter a word.

“Lils?”

“Have you seen the comments?”

Oh, god.

Remus sat up in his bed, blankets falling in a pool around his naked torso. “Should I?”

“Yes.”

He pulled up the video, and immediately was stunned by the 2.3 million views on it. “Holy shit?”

“Read the comments, lad.”

laralare: um id tap his ass too sirius, get in line

beyzoz: not in front of my saladfsusjro?!

flour: am i jealous of sirius or remus lupin?

patricknorth: 6.57 im gay now

gillian: look at the eYES sirius makes when remus mentions his ex!!

hollyhollyday: the blatant flirting?! jail. my single ass is sobbing at 2am

freyja: i like lupin. we need him on more carpets.

doorathea: sirius looks so hot, id hit too. so yeah, remus was just being gay, not unprofessional.

Remus laughed incredulously at the number of comments in support of this tomfoolery.

“Now, Remus, I want you to breathe and go on Twitter.”

“Lily!”

Twitter was flooded with trends. About Him. And Sirius. Together.

#remusirius

#sirius black flirting

#remus lupin

Remus found many tweets – mostly laughing at the pair and dissecting the interaction. But it had felt so natural even to Remus so he had left it in, thinking it was amusing. Clearly everyone agreed.

The topmost tweet however.

SiriusBlack:

Last night was one of my favourite nights ever. I hope tonight you all can enjoy the movie too. Dress victorian, thrift and sew your outfits, have some fun!(a borrowed idea) when in rome, do as the romans do, (or is when in remus more apt? lol) enjoy!!

Remus screamed into his phone, blushing at the innuendo.

“His publicist loves you or hates you.”

“Let’s hope she’s obsessed with me, because.”

“Uh oh, Remus. Remus, what are you doing?”

“Nothing!”

RJLupin: im going to the movie w my best friend this weekend.

SiriusBlack: oh he’s in my dms now

RJLupin: too presumptuous?

SiriusBlack: the right amount i think.

text me here– xxx

“Remus…?”

“Might’ve scored a date with Fitzwilliam.”

“Remus! Caradoc could never!”

Remus laughed.

(a/n: based on a prompt i saw on pinterest lol. can you tell i can’t flirt for my life. or that i have no idea how red carpets work? i wrote this at arse o’ clock, so please excuse the lack of research and feasible scenarios that went into this. i hope it put a smile on your face at least.)

[evanspresso]

Could u maybe write something where evan has trouble sleeping, like he moves, cries a lot in his sleep and sometimes has really bad nightmares especially after shooting Dahmer and that makes his sleep really bad, and reader comforts him and cuddles whispering to him that’s she’s there whenever these episodes happen?? thank you 🥺

through thick and thin

Y/n knows it’s hard when you’ve been with someone for about a few months- give or take it’s been around five. She lost count because everything went to darkness.

It’s even harder when you start falling in love with someone who is having a hard time and there is nothing you can do but watch as they suffer there, right in front of you.

Y/n didn’t like to complain because what good would that do? She tried her best to be there for him and she tried her best to sooth his nerves and hold him when he cried.

She tried her best. It’s all she could do.

She snuggled under the covers, holding her boyfriend in her arms as she tried to match her breathing pattern with his. She kissed his back gently, fluttering her eyelids closed feeling the exhaustion wash over her body.

God only knew how tired she had been with the busy week she had been having. Job hunting was not her friend.

Y/n’s breath falls into a rhythm as her body started to finally rest into sleep mode. She felt herself drift into the blissfulness of pillows. Clouds and roses of dreams before suddenly jolting awake as she heard him cry out in utter agony.

"No, no, no, no!" he wined in his sleep. His voice raspy from exhaustion.

y/n immediately sat up and peaked over at her sleeping boyfriend who seemed to be having another one of his nightmares. Nights like these were when she cursed the day Evan was offered that role.

"Evan." she shook, "It's just a dream, it's not real please wake up." she cried out.

She friended watching him thrash against the sheets, beads of sweat dripping from his temple causing her to shake him with more force as she. Evan ti panic slightly.

"Hey, hey, look at me. Open your eyes my love." she pleaded, caressing his damp cheek.

She watched as his dark eyes blinked open, tears pooling at the rim's causing her chest to tighten before he pulled her down onto whims he could cling to her.

"It happened again" he whispered.

"I know, baby. It's just a dream though okay? It's not real life." Y/n whispered against his neck, peppering her plump lips against his warm neck.

Evan held her tighter, his heart beating so quick he was scared it would jump right out at his girlfriend. He let himself breath deeply against her as she held him in his arms, the couples breaths filling the air as she helped him calm down his breathing.

In and out. In and out.

"I'm sorry." Evan spilled out a while after the silence and breaths.

Y/n sighed, lifting her head to look at her boyfriend as he sighed out in defeat, his head falling back onto the pillow and making his messy hair fan around his head like a halo.

She gripped his face in her warm hands making him look directly in her eyes as she caressed his cheeks with her thumbs, a shudder rumbling between the two as he rested his hands against her hips, squeeing them in acknowledgment.

"Don't say sorry. You know I don't want to hear you say that. I am your partner and I love you and I am always here for you." she pressed.

"Even during the bad?" he asked bashfully. He knew the answer but he wanted to double check

"Especially during the bad." she said sternly. "You got that?" she nudged her chin.

"Yes." he hummed.

-

Her legs dangled off the countertop as he stood in between her parted legs, and boy, did he fit perfectly there. They smiled at one another as he took a sip of the hot chocolate she had made him.

Extra mini marshmallows because they didn't have the big ones. Y/n even dusted coco powder on top for the full affect making Evan smile happily.

"Best hot chocolate. Ever." he mused as he took a big gulp.

Y/n took a sip from her mug and beamed up at him through her lashes- placing the mug down onto the counter. "Feeling better?" she wanted to know.

Evan sighed, nodding his head slowly before placing his mug down so he could snake his arms around her waist and pull her into him. "Yes." he hummed. "Thank you.

"Always." she said lowly, placing her lips against his Adams apple. he groaned against her lips causing her to smile against his heated skin.

"What would I do without you?" he said aloud as he looked down at her before placing his lips against her softly.

"Not have the worlds best hot chocolate" she pointed.

[joshlmbrt]

Loving Him Was Never Enough. (k. anderson x reader)

【𝜗𝜚 warnings; kai anderson is a warning itself, BUT - manipulative kai, if you ever have a man like this RUN! (pls), this is before all the events take place, r is adopted by ally - though not specified, and this is very short!

【𝜗𝜚 an; now writing for kai!!! poor guy is UNSTABLE! and i know - i KNOW - it’s cliché, but literally think of evan whenever i hear lana. that man is literally lana coded.

"How was school today, Oz?” Ivy smiles, cutting a piece of chicken Ally had made for dinner.

You push the peas into the mashed potatoes, cheek resting on your palm as you stare down into your food.

Oz nods, blonde hair flopping against his forehead. “It was good.”

“How about you?” A hand reaches out and pats your arm. You blink and stare up at Ally who sends you a small smile.

“Hm?” You tilt your head.

“How was your day?” Her eyes glance down at your food before back towards your face. “You’ve barely touched your food.”

“Oh, uh,” Your eyes glance towards Ivy before shaking your head. “I’m just tired. Work was a lot.”

Ally frowns, nodding a bit.

“Do you mind if I’m excused?”

“No. Of course not.” She smiles. You give a small smile back, standing and grabbing your plate. You place it down on the counter before walking up the steps quickly.

You shut your door behind you, making your way towards your bathroom and turning the water on.

You quickly strip before stepping in and washing the day off, watching as the water goes down the drain.

You out, reaching for the towel and wrapping it around your body, drying off quickly and slipping on some shorts and an oversized tee.

You let out a content hum stepping into your room and lying down on the bed, closing your eyes slowly.

“You should really check your windows.”

Your eyes fly open, body lifting up into a sitting position and look towards your desk. Your heart was beating in your ears.

“What are you doing here?” You hear some pages flip before he stands slowly, turning towards you. You quickly stand from your bed. “And why are you reading my stuff?”

“Is. . . is this how you really feel?” He whispers, rich eyes glancing up at you before back down. “That. . . I’ve changed for the worse?”

“Give that back to me, Kai.” Your eyes dart towards the door before looking back at him quickly.

“Not until you answer me,” He shakes his head. “Do you really think I’ve changed for the worse?”

“Yes!” You whisper harshly at him, yanking the diary out of his hand. “Yes. You have. That’s why I haven’t been around in a couple of months.”

He frowns, head tilting. “I-I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine-” You shake your head. You go to turn. “Could you please-”

He grips your wrist, quickly falling to his knees. “No, I’m sorry,” You stare down at him, brows pinched together. “I didn’t-I didn’t know you felt that way. I’m sorry. I just. . .”

You frown, watching as a tear rolls down his cheek. “I need help.”

You slowly kneel down in front of him, wiping away his tear. “Do you want help?”

His stubble rubs against your palm as he nods.

“Okay,” You whisper. “I’ll help you find the help that you need.”

He nods again, a small sob escaping his throat. “Hey. . . Come here,” You pull him close, arms wrapping around his neck. “It’s okay.”

His hands grip at your sides, nodding against your shoulder as he stares at your nightstand quietly.

He knows how to get what he wants.

And what he really wants is you.

【𝜗𝜚 thank you for reading! comments, feedback, likes, requests, and reblogs are encouraged, welcomed and deeply appreciated!