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hollygracesworld · 3 months

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Innocent | Ed Warren x Reader

pairing : Ed Warren (Conjuring) x Female Reader

summary : You have been frequently bothered by a bride ghosts since you were little. But as you grow older you feel increasingly disturbed and you ask for help from Ed and Lorraine Warren, a demonologist, to help you escape the curse.

Instead of focusing on the exorcism case this time, you are caught up in a hot affair with Ed Warren.

After all, who would refuse his cock?

warning : full of smut, cheating, masturbation, virginity loss, unprotected sex, p in v sex, breeding kink, rough sex.

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You snuck into Massachusetts Western University, Wakefield. You’re obviously not a student there, you graduated from uni last year. You knew that Ed and Lorraine Warren would be lecture in there so you disguised yourself as a student.

You’re wearing a white shirt matching with a black short skirt that is above the knee. Your beautiful legs are covered with sheer stockings.

Because of your appearance, many men stare at you stunned, even women seem to steal glances at you. You’re really beautiful and different from others. Your outfit is certainly the opposite in the 70s, but it’s not because of your outfit that makes many people admire you, but because you have a beautiful face with hair that looks very soft.

You have responded politely several times when several people tried to get to know you, and they were surprised why they had never seen you here.

Even though you attract attention there, you remain focused on your purpose here. The thought that told you to focus appeared when you saw the bride's figure appear again at the end of the room while Ed and Lorraine Warren were teaching in front. The bride looks at you with red eyes, and blood comes out of her eyes.

The blood dripped on the floor and when Lorraine walked backwards and stepped on the blood, in an instant the figure disappeared.

Lorraine gasped. She froze in place, looking at the floor which now had no blood at all- then she saw you.

Ed grabbed his wife’s shoulder, and he asked, “what is it, hon?”

“Nothing,” said Lorraine briefly, her eyes still looking straight at you. Ed followed his wife’s gaze, and he’s looking at you now.

“We have to,” Lorraine stopped because she was still trying to digest everything, “we have to continue this.”

Ed nodded, he then turned the video back on, “A French-Canadian farmer with no more than a third-grade education yet after he was possessed, spoke some of the best Latin I’d ever heard.”

You looked at the screen seriously. Suddenly you felt goosebumps, but when you looked to the side of the screen, you saw Ed caught staring at you, then Ed immediately continued talking, “S-sometimes backwards.” said Ed, who surprisingly, he’s stammer.

“He’d been molested by his father, who had also tortured him repeatedly.” Ed said still unable to take his eyes off you.

You realize this. It seems like you stole Ed Warren’s attention since Lorraine stared at you intently- she knew and could feel that you were being followed by the ghost. But her husband gaze at you... seemed different.

To ensure that, you pulled up your short skirt and crossed your legs. Your thighs are clearly visible in the sheer stockings which makes Ed even more unable to focus.

“A dark spirit…” Ed’s hungry gaze at your thighs, made his wife, Lorraine, suspect her husband’s strange behavior. Ed nervously continued, “A dark spirit made its home in- in th- this man.”

“Now, if you look into his eyes, you can see him tearing blood.” said Lorraine. You watched carefully and felt increasingly goosebumps all over your body.

Again, Ed couldn’t stop looking at you. You know that just by looking, you know this is wrong. He’s a married man and maybe they already have children. But you can’t deny that you like being seen by Ed, you feel like you want to tease him again.

“And like that…” Lorraine said while glaring at her husband and you alternately, “an upside-down cross started to appear from within his body.”

“All right, Drew, you can hit the lights.”

Suddenly everyone raised their hands to ask questions. You are surprised by this, not because of the enthusiasm of the class so that everyone wants to ask questions except you, but you are surprised because you feel like you didn’t get anything from their explanation.

Because Ed keeps looking at you and you in your seat keep teasing him. It seems like no one noticed, but if anyone in the room noticed besides his wife, they couldn’t blame you. He’s hot.

You can feel Ed and Lorraine’s relationship immediately strain. After answering questions from various students, they immediately left the room at a fast pace. You immediately follow their steps towards their car.

“Hey,” you said walking over to them as they were about to get into their car, “hey, I need your help.”

Before Ed could reply to your words, you quickly said, “I’m not a student here. I’m not even from this city, I came all the way here because I got news that you were lecture here, and...”

“That ghost bride….” said Lorraine still looking straight at you, “she follows you all the time, wherever you are.”

“And the worst part is…” you lowered your head, “she was the one who made my best friend die. I was driving a car, and I saw her figure right in front of my car, and I was fooled, I...”

“I’m sorry about what happened…” Ed said looking at you guiltily, then he looked at his wife who seemed to be trying to digest something, “I’m sure we can help…”

Lorraine turned to her husband. Don’t know why he really wants to help you even though they were very busy handling other cases that they should have investigated right away. Of course Lorraine wants to help you, but she feels bad instincts between her husband and you.

She knows that you have seduced her husband and his husband can’t take his eyes off you, but she had seen everything through her vision, about a bride ghost who always haunts and disturbs you.

“Of course we can help you,” said Lorraine smiling at you, gesturing for you to get into their car.

When you got into the car, Lorraine’s smile faded as she looked at her husband. She knew that something like this would happen, they had been together for a very long time, she knew that one day her husband would give another woman his gaze as if he wanted to strip her naked. But she didn’t think she could bear this much pain, however she had to focus on her purpose this time to helping you.

“How long have you been bothered by that ghost?”Lorraine asked when you arrived at her house.

You thought that the house will contain terrible things, but it turns out that all of them have been stored in one room. Her house is the same as most houses, classic interior design, and various paintings... Lorraine said that her husband likes pictures.

“When I was little,” you said, then you looked at Ed for a moment. And you realize that you look at him too often, “I don't remember exactly, but I could see her when I was 6 years old.”

“I felt very scared. especially when I no longer live with my parents, I...” you give up. You can’t control yourself from looking at Ed. His proportional body makes you want to be fucked by him.

“I'm not from this country. I studied in America and I have graduated from university and now I live here.” You could feel Ed constantly looking at you.

You bit your bottom lip, “I was alone, in the past if I was disturbed every night I could ask my parents to look after me. I know it was the actions of a spoiled child, but now everything is different, I endure all this alone, and I’m afraid...”

“You are not alone, we are here to help you...” said Lorraine holding your hand gently, “can you explain to us what you experienced…apart from your friend’s accident?”

You think for a moment, then you say quietly, “she often comes into my dreams, I don’t know, she always says something but I never remember it. And the weird thing is, I feel like I dreamed of her only for a moment, maybe 2 minutes ago, and when I woke up, it was already morning.”

“Ed...” said Lorraine softly.

He nodded his head, “yes hon?”

“Can you be here accompany her? I will be right back.” said Lorraine as she stood up. And then she whispered something to her husband, making you feel strange. She turned to you and smiled faintly then left the place.

“Where did she go?” you asked as Ed now sat down next to you.

“She’s just… want to do her thing.”

“No, you always work together. I don’t believe that.” you said feeling suspicious.

“And you believe what?” said Ed, “After you showed me your thighs and bit your sexy lips while me and my wife were lecture in there.”

Ed’s soft fingers touched your pink lips, his thumb combing every corner of your lips while his other fingers held your chin.

You let go of Ed’s hand with a slow movement. “No, Ed, we can’t.” You said trying to avoid eye contact from him.

Ed grinned, “Why not?” he tucked your hair behind your ear, holding your chin, “look at me.”

You’re looking at each other now. You can’t help yourself when you see Ed in his formal suit and tie... his body is very proportional with his very handsome face. You only looked into his eyes for 5 seconds and you immediately kissed Ed’s lips hungrily.

Ed kissed you back, your fingers undoing Ed’s tie. He kissed your neck aggressively, then with quick movements he placed your entire body lying on the sofa. He took off his suit and shirt, as did you at the same time taking off your shirt.

When you were about to take off your skirt-- Ed, who was already topless, bit your neck and then said in a deep, hoarse voice in your ear, “leave the skirt in place. as are those filthy stockings...”

Ed ripped your sheer stocking right at your cunt. He moved your panties to look at your pussy. You could feel Ed’s fingers playing on your clit. His thumb rubs your clit with lazy movements while his other 2 fingers into your cunt.

You groaned in pain, Ed said, “damn, 2 fingers won't really go inside. You’re so tight, honey.”

“You're a virgin huh?” said Ed, who was still playing with your clitoris and with his fingers, you could only nod weakly.

“What a surprise.” You felt his fingers force their way into your vagina making you scream in pain.

You can hear Lorraine calling her husband because he heard your moan, “don't worry hon, this is part of the exorcism I’m doing. I can do it myself.” Ed lied so stupidly.

“Ed...please...” you let out a weak moan, you looked at the door of the house which was still wide open, “Ed... shouldn't we close the door first?”

His fingers slipped from your cunt. He started to unbutton his trousers. You can see his cock which is so big and hard in front of you.

You can feel his cock starting to enter the walls of your cunt which are already very wet. He kisses your thighs which are still covered in stockings then enters his entire penis into you. Makes you groan in pain and shed tears.

You felt sore because Ed’s big cock was inside you, but you really liked it.

“Ed, we have to close the door...”

Ed now put your legs over his shoulders and fucked you very aggressively, he answered, “That's not necessary. If someone else passes by this house, at least they can see what a slut you are.” He squeezed out the last word by thrusting his cock deeper into you.

You were drunk with the pleasure he was giving you. You accidentally said a sentence you didn’t want to say.

“Ed Warren.....a sexy demonologist that I just met. A married man that would exorcise all the demons in my body. Please have my baby, put it all in me…. I want you..” you moaned as he insert his cock into your wet cunt with fast movements.

Ed looked at you with pity, “I really wanted to see you have my baby the first time I saw you with those thighs that were so tempting... obey me and be a good slut.”

You nod and you feel increasingly excited and want to climax when Ed kisses both of your tits and licks your nipples while still inserting his large penis inside you.

“Ed... I want to cum.” you moaned when Ed bit your nipple.

He then kissed your collarbones then you could feel his rough breath on your neck now. He kissed your neck then you felt something flowing inside you.

He releases a lot of sperm inside you. With nothing left. His big cock was still inside you when Lorraine caught you both in the living room.

“So, can we start now?” She asked with a straight face, “of course you can do an exorcism faster than this, right, Ed?”

Ed chuckled, he still hadn't removed his cock from inside you, “yeah hon, give us some time to get dressed again.”

Lorraine left the room still with a straight face. But you know that she really jealous and hurt because she obviously heard all your moans and can imagine how great your sex was. But she can’t do anything for that because she wants her husband to be happy.

You kissed his lips as he pulled his cock out of your pussy, “that was amazing.” you said then he smiled happily.

Your still naked bodies stood up and Ed hugged you from behind, “ready for round two?”

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#ed warren #ed warren smut #ed warren x you #ed warren x female reader #ed warren x fem!reader #ed warren x reader #the conjuring #fanfics #patrick wilson #aquaman and the lost kingdom #josh lambert #patrick wilson x reader #aquaman 2018 #ocean master #orm marius x reader #orm marius #king orm

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elmonstro · 11 months

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Short comic based on this drabble by @she-who-drank-vodka-with-cats which was really inspiring (I hope you don’t mind).

Thanks to @lakka-arts for the help <3

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buggysgirlie · 9 months

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Dalton x fem!reader

Warnings: smut lol

A/N: i NEED Dalton sm + this is the longest thing i've done in my life

Request: Could you write another Dalton Lambert smut plz maybe like Dalton and his girlfriend visit his parents for the holidays and end up doing it after everyone goes to bed and they do it in his childhood bedroom and he's trying to keep her quiet. @missfictionalppl

english isn't my first language, sry any mistakes :)

The holidays had finally arrived, so you had the great idea to invite your boyfriend Dalton to sleep over.

You didn't force him to accept it, but you warned him that if he wanted to, she would leave the light on so he wouldn't have problems with the dark

He thought for a while, you still live with your parents (obviously) so it would be a little weird, well in Dalton's mind yeah, he gets nervous in front of his parents

"No need to get nervous, I already warned them not to ask weird questions and stuff" You said calming him down, holding his hand, he hadn't even said anything and you already knew he was nervous

He had accepted, and when night came, you took him to your house

Your parents had left, but would be back early, you took him to your room, inviting him to sit on your bed

You two started watching a movie that was on tv while you were on his lap, but it was getting boring and you started to fall asleep

He realized this and laid you down on the bed, turning off the tv and turning on the lamp, laying down to sleep with you

At that moment your parents were already at home in their room, which is next to yours, and they were probably already sleeping

Dalton hugged you from behind, holding you by the waist while you sleep peacefully

Dalton couldn't sleep, he stayed awake just looking at his hair, stroking it

You let out a few moans and approached him, and he was taken aback.

You took his hand and put it down a little lower, and it made his mind clear knowing what you meant.

"Mmh…Dalton" you moaned his name softly so your parents wouldn't hear, you just need him to touch you

He approached you, whispering in your ear.

"If you want me to please you, you have to be quiet, okay?" Dalton whispered making shivers all over your body

"Yes, yes I'll be quiet, just-" You were cut off by a moan when you felt two fingers enter you.

"Shhh" Dalton whispered, using his free hand to cover your mouth so your moans were muffled so your parents couldn't hear

You felt the fingers coming in and out, making you squirm, trying to moan but Dalton's hand stayed a little firmer on your mouth.

"Remember what I told you…be quiet, like a good girl" Dalton whispered, and for a moment you were surprised.

You nodded and felt his finger movements get faster.

You closed your eyes as the overwhelming feeling washed over you, moving your head back a little.

You tried to be as quiet as possible, but it was almost impossible, and a few muffled moans came out.

Dalton took his hand away from your mouth, and you, as you promised you would be quiet, tried your best not to make any noise.

Oh you've wanted this for so long but you were just ashamed, but seeing this side of Dalton was great, the work he does with his hands is perfect

You moaned softly as you felt his fingers going deeper inside you, covering your own mouth.

You felt a tightness inside yourself, which made you squirm a little more, and Dalton realized what was going to happen.

"Be a good girl hm…let it all out" Dalton whispered in your ear, knowing you were about to have an orgasm

Her legs tightened, but Dalton's hand parted them.

You swore you saw the stars, and your legs started to shake, and you broke down, letting it all out in Dalton's hands

Dalton's fingers left you, and you took a deep breath, a little panting.

"You did very well dear" Dalton spoke close to your ear, and you smiled

"I've wanted this for so long" you finally said something besides moans and mumbling

"Me too…but now just rest.." Dalton said hugging you

This was definitely the best night of your lives.

#dalton lambert x reader #dalton lambert #insidious #insidious the red door #dalton lambert x you #dalton lambert smut

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lambertdiary · 6 months

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NSFW I can’t remember exactly what I requested and it was kinda long, but basically sorority y/n is interested in dalton because he is artsy and unlike the other weird frat guys at the school and he is interested in her because she is beautiful y/n and Chris is like whoa really y’all are so different, go for her now Dolphin! And they are just very different but opposites attract! And like maybe she motions to him at a party and things get steamy ???

Original Request: NSFW. I wanted to request something smutty where Dalton and maybe sorority reader he knows from a general class secretly like each other or maybe she makes eyes at him at a party and he doesn’t think she would be into him and thinks nothing of it… then she drags him out of nowhere into a closet or something! Idk but I like the idea of a sorority girl being totally into his artsy vibes and him being totally shocked by it but really liking it 😂

A/N: Thank you so much for your request!! I know you have been waiting for a while 😭 I’m so sorry but thanks for your patience! I hope this gets close to what your original request said, so please let me know what you think! By the way, two posts in the same week, that’s not so bad is it? Also I don’t know what has gotten into me lately with the REALLY long fics.

Word Count: 5.5k

Warnings: NSFW, smut, language, mentions of alcohol, mentions of other characters getting drunk, kind of outgoing reader x shy Dalton (PLEASE KEEP SCROLLING IF THIS TYPE OF CONTENT MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE)

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Dalton was late for class. He was running to his philosophy class as fast as his legs allowed him, blaming sleep deprivation for his lack of sleep and his alarms for not waking him up on time. Unfortunately, it happened a lot, more than he would like to admit, but sometimes he couldn’t help it.

Dealing with the aftermath of everything he had to go through because of his ‘gift’ meant long nights doing anything but sleeping, and no matter how much he wanted to have a normal sleeping schedule, it was hard to get the amount of sleep he was supposed to.

He slowed down a little bit once he made it to the building, trying to stabilise his breathing as he walked to the door. He carefully opened it and walked in, giving his professor an ‘I’m sorry I’m late again’ look. He only looked at him in annoyance when the entire class was distracted by him for a moment, but as he continued talking about the subject on the projector screen everyone looked back at him. Well, almost everyone.

Y/N was sitting nearly at the top, giving her a full view of the classroom and when her eyes landed on Dalton, she couldn’t take them off of him. She followed him with her eyes until he found a seat a few rows below her, brushing his hair back and pulling out his laptop.

For the rest of the class, Y/N she had a hard time focusing on whatever the professor was so passionately talking about, she was sure it was something important but his hair, it looked so delicate and soft she had to fight the urge to touch it.

She wasn’t sure how much time had passed but the professor finally dismissed the class and Dalton immediately got up, putting his laptop back on his bag as he started walking.

“Let’s go” Y/N said to Annie, who had been sitting there the entire time, but Y/N barely acknowledged her existence.

“Wait, I need to gather my stuff”

Y/N ignored her again, just taking her laptop in her hands and quickly walking down the stairs, hoping to catch up with him, but then realised she didn’t have a plan to actually talk to him, so instead of thinking of something she purposely bumped into him, hoping he would talk to her.

“Oh, sorry” Y/N said, smiling at him.

Dalton just nodded, he wanted to say something back but it was like his voice was completely gone when he met her eyes.

“Hurry up, I wanna buy a coffee before our next class” Annie said, grabbing her by the arm and dragging her out of there.

Dalton watched as the two girls exited the class, the sticker on her laptop being the only thing he knew about her: she was part of a sorority.

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“Great, now he’s never gonna talk to me” She said, releasing herself from Annie’s clasp.

“Who?”

Y/N rolled her eyes at her, looking back and smiling when she saw Dalton struggle a bit to carry the big bag that protected his canvas.

Curious, Annie followed her eyes to see why she was smiling like that, her head tilted when she saw Dalton “Who is that?”

“I don’t know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him before”

“Well now you have, and you’re taking a good look at him, huh?” Annie teased, making Y/N blush as she rolled her eyes again.

“It’s just nice to see someone like him”

“Like him… how?” She questioned, confused.

“Not an asshole frat boy”

“He looks like a frat boy, but not like an asshole, I’ll give you that”

Y/N let out an annoyed sigh “Come on, we’re gonna be late”

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When Dalton was done with his classes of the day, he went back to his dorm with a couple of sodas, putting them in the mini fridge to keep them cold until Chris got there with their lunch. Luckily it didn’t take her long, knocking on his door just a few minutes later.

They had their usual lunch and after that, they were both determined to finish their schoolwork before midnight. Dalton had no problem with that, given he could start something and finish it in one sitting, but Chris wasn’t helping at all, she had been talking about the crazy stories she has heard about the Halloween parties over the years. Apparently teenagers cared a little too much about it but for all the wrong reasons.

“And last year someone crashed a car into one of the sororities-”

As soon as Dalton heard that word he remembered the little interaction he had earlier, with her on his mind there was no way he could fully focus on his sketchbook. He was still wishing he asked for her name. He didn’t know anything about her, except that she had beautiful eyes, that she was in a sorority and that she wasn’t in art school, so philosophy class would probably be his only chance to talk to her, if he ever built up the courage to do it. But maybe he didn’t have to, he could easily just keep his distance and hope for the best.

“Hey, are you listening to me?” Chris asked all of the sudden, raising her voice a little bit. Dalton looked at her with widened eyes, wondering for how long he had been out.

“Huh? Uh- yeah, sorry”

“What’s going on with you?”

“Nothing” Dalton replied, hoping Chris will just drop it “Just thinking”

“Oh, I get it” Chris dramatically shut her laptop and crossed her arms at Dalton, almost as if she was waiting for an explanation.

“What?” He questioned, a little confused.

“You met someone more interesting, spill” Dalton furrowed his eyebrows and shook his head “Come on, dude! Last time you acted all weird and mysterious you ended up possessed”

“I don’t appreciate you bringing that up-”

“And you’ve been staring at the wall for a little too long. So go on, I wanna know”

Dalton rolled his eyes and focused on his sketchbook again, he should’ve known Chris would never drop anything “I told you, I’m just thinking”

“About what?”

“School?” He replied, but it didn’t sound as confident as he had hoped.

“Alright” Chris raised her hands in defeat and opened her laptop again “If you don’t wanna tell me that’s fine, but I want you remember that I tell you everything, like a good friend does”

He sighed as he thought about it. Maybe telling her wasn't the worst thing in the world, it’s not like anything happened anyway, but he knew that once Chris found out she would never shut up about it and his plan of admiring her from a distance would not happen.

“I met someone today” He simply said, but Chris signalled him to continue “She’s in my philosophy class and I’m pretty sure that’s the only class we have in common, so…”

“What’s her name?”

“I don’t know”

“You don’t know her name?”

Dalton shook his head before continuing “We barely talked for like a second… well, she did the talking” Chris furrowed her eyebrows “It wasn’t really a conversation, I just bumped into her on accident and she apologised and then left”

“That’s all?” She asked and Dalton simply nodded “Oh, bumping into each other, that’s a classic” Dalton rolled his eyes and stood up from his chair “That’s very romantic and all but you have to talk to her next time”

“Here we go” He said under his breath.

“I mean it, in all the time we have been friends I’ve never seen you approach a girl” “So?”

“So… it’s time you do it. Talk to her and take her out on a date” “That sounds like a lovely idea, it really does, but I really doubt she’d ever be into me”

“Why do you think that?” Chris asked, furrowing her eyebrows.

“She’s in a sorority, and I’m… me”

“Dalton, come on, don’t say that” She grabbed his arm and made him sit next to her “Just because she’s in a sorority doesn’t mean she wouldn’t go out with you”

“Don’t they date frat dudes exclusively?”

“I don’t know, I don’t think so” She replied, but a smile appeared on her face when she scanned him “Luckily you look like one”

Dalton let out a loud sigh as he left his bed, shaking his head repeatedly “It doesn’t matter, I guess we’ll never find out”

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“I think he’s an artist” Y/N said as she stared at her ceiling.

“Who?”

“The guy from the philosophy class”

“Oh my god, you have to stop talking about him” Y/N was about to say something, but stopped herself when she realised she didn’t wanna talk about anything else “How do you know he’s an artist anyway? I thought you said you had never seen him before”

“No, but he was carrying a big bag in the shape of a canvas so I assume that’s what it was”

“Right” Annie said, making it obvious how little interest she had.

“You know, I didn’t judge you when you had a thing for Nick” Y/N tried to make her feel bad for being so rude about her crush when she’s had far worse taste.

“You should’ve, he was a waste of time”

Y/N laughed as she remembered all the stupid parties they hosted just so Nick would come over, but rolled her eyes when she remembered how insufferable he was. At least none of the girls liked him anymore so he was officially banned from their parties, and considering how petty they were, they were probably banned from their parties too.

“You should invite him to our Halloween party” Annie said out of nowhere.

“Nick?” Y/N looked at her with a mixture of confusion and disgust on her face.

“Obviously not Nick, the artist”

“Annie you’re a genius” She exclaimed excitedly, sitting up on her bed and opening her bag to check how many flyers they had left.

“Sure, if that will make you stop talking about him” Annie said under her breath, hoping Y/N wouldn’t hear her. But she did.

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The next philosophy class was a couple of days later, and since it was their last class that day Dalton decided to get there a little earlier to try to sit a little closer to her without being too obvious. Unfortunately it took him a little too long to get there, and the closest seat to her was one row below, so he would have to settle there.

Her eyes lit up when she saw him coming up the stairs, a smile creeping her lips when he stopped on the row below her. At least inviting him to the party would be easier now that he was sitting closer to them, but just as she was about to talk to him, the professor dimmed the lights and turned on the projector.

She decided to wait until he was talking about the subject so he would be too distracted by his own class to pay attention to the students, so once he started she tried to get a little closer to Dalton.

“Hey” She whispered, trying to get his attention without interrupting the class, but he probably didn’t catch it “Hey” She repeated a little louder.

“Me?” Dalton asked, making her chuckle.

“Yes, you. What’s your name?”

“Dalton”

She stared at him as she waited for him to ask her name, chuckling again when he never did “So you’re not gonna ask my name?” She teased.

“Oh, uh- sorry. What’s your name?”

“Y/N” Dalton blushed as he remembered how many times he had been wondering her name for the last couple of days “Listen, we’re having a halloween party tomorrow, you should come” She said handing him a flyer.

Dalton took it nervously, touching her hand for a split second “Thanks” He whispered as he examined it.

Y/N felt a chill run down her spine when his paint-stained hand brushed hers “It says it starts at 7:00 but you can come anytime you want. Oh, and you should dress up, that’s the fun part”

“Silence please” The professor said, suddenly raising his voice.

“Thanks, I’ll be there” He lowered his voice and smiled softly at her, blushing again when she smiled back.

“I’ll see you there”

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Dalton literally sprinted back to his dorm, desperately looking for an outfit that would be good enough for a costume party. He wasn’t planning on going to a halloween party so he definitely didn’t even bother to think of a costume, but right now he was regretting his decision.

A knock on the door interrupted his mission. Dalton rushed to open it, giving Chris a worried look when she stepped into his room.

“What’s going on?” She asked, copying his worried expression.

“Y/N invited me to her halloween party” The panic in his voice would make anyone think that was a tragedy.

“Y/N… the sorority girl?”

“Yes, and it’s a costume party and she told me to dress up”

“Go Dalton! Well done; so, how did you talk to her?” He looked at her with annoyance “What? Why are you acting like this is a problem?”

“Because it is! I don’t have a costume and all my clothes are lame” He was hoping Chris would help him come up with a solution, but instead she was just nodding “I’m just not gonna go” He grunted dramatically, falling on his bed.

“Yes you are” Dalton shook his head, annoying Chris at how stubborn he was when it came to girls “We’re going because not only are you gonna regret missing her party, but you’ll also have to face her next week with an excuse as to why you didn’t go”

Dalton thought about what Chris just said. She was right, there was no way he was missing his chance just because he didn't have a proper costume, and if he didn’t like it they could just leave early.

“You’re right” He said, sitting up on his bed.

“Yes, and don’t worry about the costume, I have a cowboy hat, a matching bandana and a belt that I’m sure it’s big enough-”

“Of course you do”

Chris rolled her eyes “Do you want my help or not?”

“Yes, I’m sorry” Dalton stood up and followed Chris to her dorm.

Once he was back in his room Chris assured him any trousers and a button up shirt would be enough, so he looked through his clothes and found a few that could work. He tried them on, but decided on a black and brown flannel shirt that really made him look like a cowboy.

The next day, his nerves were growing by the second as he fixed the bandana around his neck, rolling his eyes when he scanned his whole costume.

‘Dumb’ He thought to himself.

“Dalton, are you ready?” Chris yelled from outside.

He took a deep breath as he slowly opened the door, ready for any critiques he was sure he was about to hear.

“Oh”

“What?”

“Nothing, it looks good” Dalton stared at her, knowing she would find something wrong with it “Maybe roll up your sleeves a little, like up to your elbows” Chris started to roll his shirt, already relieved at how much better it looked “That way you can really show off your arms”

“Chris-”

“And lose a few buttons, jesus” She undid a few buttons, uncovering his chest.

“Okay, that’s enough” He said, pushing her hands.

“There you go, it looks fantastic!”

“Thank you, for everything” Dalton was genuinely thankful, if it weren’t for Chris he wouldn’t have a costume right now and probably would’ve skipped the party “You look great too, uh-”

“Maleficent”

“Maleficent” He repeated “Allow me” Dalton tilted his head and his hat, pretending to be a real cowboy as he extended his hand for her to grab.

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The party had started about an hour ago, and apparently that was enough time for a few students to get absolutely wasted. The house was packed and new people were coming through the door every minute, but unfortunately for Y/N, there were no signs of Dalton yet.

She went to the bathroom and stared at the mirror one last time, smiling as she fixed her hair. She decided to dress up as a F1 driver, but instead of the regular racewear suit she had a tight leotard and a tiny skirt with the Ferrari colours and brand logos all over them, a pair of black boots complementing her costume.

“Y/N, I think he’s here” She heard Annie yell from the other side of the door.

“Where?” Y/N asked as soon as she opened it, immediately making her way to where Annie pointed “Dalton!” She exclaimed when she saw him “I’m so happy you made it”

“Y/N, hi” He replied nervously “Uh- this is my friend, Chris”

“Hi, I’m Y/N, nice you meet you”

“Y/N! I’ve heard so much about you” Dalton’s eyes widened as he subtly hit her with his elbow.

Y/N blushed as she let out a nervous laugh “You guys look great! Glad to see you really dressed up”

“Thanks, you too” Dalton examined her costume but quickly looked back up when he noticed the revealing outfit “Are you like a sexy… wait no- sorry, I didn’t mean-”

“I’m gonna stop you before you accidentally say I’m not sexy”

Dalton chuckled nervously and Chris couldn't help but laugh at how easily Dalton messed up his words when he liked someone.

“Do you guys need anything?” She asked, but she was mainly asking Dalton.

“No, we’re okay”

“Well, if you do just come find me” She started to walk away, but she winked at Dalton before she turned around and disappeared.

Dalton could feel the heat creep up his neck and taint his cheeks. He swallowed hard as he tried to brush it off and looked back at his friend, who was giving him a shocked look.

“Why are you playing so hard to get?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean” She motioned at where Y/N just walked off to, but Dalton didn’t seem to understand “It’s pretty obvious she likes you back”

“I don’t think she does”

“She literally just winked at you”

Dalton’s jaw tensed. He wanted to talk to her but just thinking about it made him nervous, how could he possibly hold a conversation with her? What would they even talk about?

After processing the wink and what it could possibly mean, Chris tried to convince Dalton to get some drinks, dragging him to the alcohol table as she told him to relax, but after remembering how terrible he felt the last time he got drunk he decided not to.

“You drink, I’ll look after you”

“Aww, so sweet” Chris said in a sarcastic tone before taking the tequila shot, the alcohol going down her throat like it was water.

As the night went on everyone was getting even more drunk, leading them to do stupid things they would never do if they were sober, including Chris, who was about to jump into the pool with her clothes on.

“Chris stop, you can’t”

“Yes I can, everyone else is doing it”

“Please don’t make me drag you out of that pool” He said, watching as everyone in it got uncomfortably close to each other.

“Dalton relax” A voice he didn’t recognise spoke behind him “They’re all our friends and I promise you they’re not weirdos” Annie said as Y/N stood next to her.

“See?” Chris looked back at Dalton.

“You’re Chris, right?” Annie asked her, and she just nodded “I’m Annie. Come on, I’ll jump with you”

Chris looked at Y/N and then back at Dalton, quickly understanding Annie’s intentions “Go for it” She whispered to Dalton before smiling at Annie and taking her hand, both of them jumping to the pool as everyone around them cheered. Dalton sighed loudly, knowing for sure Chris would regret jumping in the morning.

“I think she’ll be okay” Y/N took a step closer to him, making his breathing heavier.

“Yeah, I guess”

She wrapped his arms around his neck, the distance between their lips shortening “Have you been drinking?” Y/N asked him, and he quickly shook his head.

“I don’t really drink” He replied with a shaky voice, his eyes switching between her lips and her eyes.

“Good, me neither” Dalton leaned in to close the gap, feeling the need to know how her lips tasted, but Y/N pulled away and grabbed his hand “Come with me”

She dragged him through the crowd of people that were drunkenly dancing and up the stairs, making her way to one of the doors at the end of the hallway.

“Don’t worry, this is my room” She whispered before pulling him inside.

As soon as the door was closed and locked their lips crashed into a passionate kiss. Dalton was nervous at first, but once he got used to her lips he cupped her face to kiss her with more intensity. They were messily kicking off their shoes as his hands started exploring her body, running them up and down her back and then to her hips, bringing her body closer to him.

Y/N let out a surprised moan when she felt his big hands on her hips and his growing cock pressing against her, and almost on instinct she grabbed him by the collar of his shirt to guide him to her bed, slowly making him walk backwards until the back of his knees met the edge of the mattress.

She broke the kiss and gently pushed him to her bed, making him sit on the edge as she took his cowboy hat and put it on her own head. Dalton was looking up at her with hungry eyes as his hands that never left her hips squeezed them softly. She bit her lip and straddled him, sinking her knees on either side of him as she went for his lips again, but stopped when Dalton let out a shaky breath.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes” He breathed.

“Are you sure? We can stop-”

“No, please” He replied in a desperate tone, eyes falling to her lips.

Once he said that, she kissed him again, but only for a few more seconds. She started kissing down his jawline to his neck while intercepting gentle bites with sucks on the sensitive skin, leaving a trail of wet kisses. She wanted to take her time there, so she kept kissing as one of her hands went to his hair to slightly yank his head up to give her more space.

Dalton could feel a groan threatening to leave his throat, finally giving in when she kissed a sweet spot that made him moan loudly. He was brushing his hands over her exposed thighs as his teeth sank into the bottom of his lip, and he knew he couldn’t be blamed for the tent forming in his trousers.

“I want you” Y/N purred as she started to roll her hips, earning another moan from Dalton.

Dalton nodded as he desperately kissed her again, hands sliding up her thighs and landing on her ass, his fingers spreading to encompass as much of her fabric-covered skin as he could, rocking her deeper against him.

She moaned softly, placing both hands on his shoulders as his grasp on her ass tightened, fingers digging into the fabric of her cheap costume and she could feel his cock twitching in his trousers, a low grunt leaving his lips when he involuntarily bucked his hips up into hers “Do you want me?”

“Yeah” He said in a low voice.

She inhaled as her hands gripped onto his shirt on his shoulders, and she had convinced herself to let the words slip out “Show me”

In a quick movement, Dalton flipped her and made her lay on her back, Y/N immediately moved up until her head rested by the pillows at the head of the bed, throwing the hat somewhere in the floor, but Dalton didn’t follow her, and instead he stared at her for a moment, up and down, almost as if he was trying to mentally keep this image forever.

“Come here” She spoke quietly, reaching out to grab his hand.

Before taking it, Dalton stood up and undid his belt and trousers, pulling them down and stepping out as he started to unbutton his shirt. Y/N got up and kneeled on the bed and in front of him with the intention of helping him with his shirt, she knew how beefy Dalton was and she was dying to feel for herself. She pulled his buttons free and discarded the clothing article before placing her hands on the bare skin of his abs, moving them slowly, stroking the hard lines of his muscles and memorising how his breath hitched under her touch.

His reaction soon grew as her hands reached lower, getting to the hem of his boxers “These are getting in the way, don’t you think?” She murmured.

“So is this. I’m nearly naked, it’s only fair” Dalton said as he started to pull at the fabric of her skirt. Y/N couldn’t contain the smirk appearing on her lips, glad Dalton finally said more than two words since they got to her room.

“Get rid of it then” She whispered.

It was like he had been waiting all night to hear those words, and if he was being completely honest, he kind of had been. He quickly obliged, getting rid of the skirt first and then unzipping the back of her leotard, kissing the soft skin on her shoulders as he slid it down her body, soon joining the pile of his clothes on the floor.

Y/N was left only in her underwear, but she decided to lose her bra just to make a show out of it. She pushed Dalton gently to make him take a step back to admire her, slowly taking it off and dropping it to the floor. His eyes immediately fell to her boobs, his boxers getting painfully tight.

“Come here” She repeated, returning to her previous spot and this time, Dalton followed her immediately.

He carefully made his way up to her as her legs parted to make room for him, but Dalton stopped crawling and suddenly lowered his head to attach his lips to her skin. He was kissing the insides of her thighs as his fingers hooked on her underwear and started pulling them down, then tossing them somewhere in the room once they were completely off.

Y/N squeezed her eyes shut, letting out loud and heavy breaths as his fingers got closer to where she needed him the most. She was fluttering around nothing when the need for him was becoming too much and she was ready to beg him to just fuck her, but her eyes shot open when she felt a kiss being placed on her clit, an unwilling moan falling from her lips.

“No, Dalton. I need you inside me” She said as she grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled him away from her.

“But-”

“Please, we’ll do that next time” His cock twitched again at the thought of ‘a next time’.

He just nodded and positioned himself over her, their lips meeting with a smack as he got rid of his own underwear, and she could feel him smiling against her mouth when his cock slapped against her thigh. After a few seconds, Dalton stopped kissing her and looked down at her with worried eyes.

“Do you… uh-” He started, but it was like nervousness was taking him over again “I don’t have a… condom” He said in a shy low tone.

“In the drawer” She chuckled as she pointed at her nightstand.

Dalton blushed and reached for the drawer, opening it carefully and blushing even harder when he spotted the condom. He took it and kneeled between her legs as he opened the shiny package, taking it out and slowly rolling it down his shaft. A smirk appeared on his face when he noticed her staring, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth as she blinked slowly.

For once, she was the one blushing and trying to play it cool when she realised how obvious she was being, so when Dalton positioned himself over her again she wrapped her arms around his neck to pull him into a kiss.

“I’m ready” She managed to say into the kiss.

Dalton gave himself a few tugs before guiding his cock to her entrance, and Y/N let out a loud whimper when his tip brushed her clit before it found its place. Dalton slowly inched inside of her, each letting out sounds in unison; Y/N a breathy moan at the feeling of him finally filling her and him a quick grunt as he bucked into her completely.

He started slowly, relishing in the feeling of being buried in her and the quiet moans she let slip past her lips, and he couldn’t get over how undeniably pretty she looked beneath him.

“Faster” She begged him as both her hands found his hair again, and he happily obliged.

Once he found a rhythm that worked for the both of them, Y/N wrapped her legs around his waist, bringing him deeper and closer to her. They couldn’t get any closer if they tried to, yet she still wanted more.

The way Dalton was pounding into her exceeded all the expectations she had going in, which said a lot considering she had been wanting this to happen from the moment she laid eyes on him in their class.

Dalton would’ve never thought this is how tonight would end up, but god he was glad Chris made him go to that party.

His breathing was strained as his hips met hers with each thrust, his knuckles white as he fisted the sheets on either side of her head. He was trying really hard to contain any moans and whimpers that he knew were stuck on his throat, but failing with a particular good thrust.

Her hand leaving his hair almost distracted him, watching as it travelled down between their bodies and landed on her clit, circling it in slow passes. Eager to take a better look at how she was touching herself, his hands left the sheets, and instead reached up to grip the headboard with one hand as the other hand was holding a firm hold around her thigh, hitting a new deepness when her hips met up with his with a quick desperation. Her head fell back against the pillow, a strangled moan past her lips as all she could do was fasten the pace on her clit.

“Oh Dalton-” She whimpered, arching her back against him and meeting his movements halfway “Just like that- feels so good”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah” Her response was rough and more choked than she intended “Just a little more, I’m close”

She was fluttering around him, locking down onto his cock tighter and tighter with each precise push of his hips. No words can be spoken as he worked her to a very intense orgasm, his following close behind.

After a few more thrusts, her body froze for a moment, feeling nothing but dizziness and an intense pleasure as the beginning of her orgasm swirled in her stomach.

“Oh, god” She was a mess.

“You’re gonna make me- fuck” He cut himself off at the feeling of her squeezing him tighter, only causing an even harshed moan to explode from his lips “I’m gonna cum” He warned. He had given up on keeping his blissed sounds to himself, and Y/N loved to hear how good she was making him feel.

The sound of her wetness and the way her body was shaking from her orgasm was defeating, and he couldn’t contain it any longer. When he knew he was too close, he fell forward and he tried his best to rest his weight on his hands, sloppily smacking into her hips to bring himself to his release, fisting the sheets again as he moaned her name repeatedly when the first string of his orgasm shot into the condom.

His opened mouth was pressed against her neck, allowing her to catch every senseless word he was letting out as he rode out his orgasm.

When his movements stopped completely all they could hear was their heavy breathing and a little bit of the loud music that was coming from downstairs. She didn’t move but by the way he was trying to keep his weight from crushing her, she knew he was tired.

“Lay next to me” She whispered but Dalton shook his head.

“I just need a minute” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, not wanting to part from the warm feeling of being inside of her.

Once he pulled out they both let out a soft moan, and he collapsed next to her as he tried to catch his breath “So, when can I see you again?”

#dalton lambert #dalton lambert x reader #dalton lambert fic #dalton lambert imagine #dalton lambert x you #dalton lambert fanfic #dalton lambert imagines #dalton lambert smut #dalton lambert fluff #insidious the red door #ty simpkins #insidious #insidious 5

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☆ Make me your Aphrodite (+18)

Dalton Lambert x reader

Summary : Dalton put your ex Ethan Landry in his place.

Warning(s) : SMUT, Language.

You threw your head back, your mouth wide open with moans escaping while Dalton continued to pleasure you with his tongue.

“Dalton, please don’t stop.” You whispered to him, trying to make as little noise as possible so as not to wake up your roommates. But you're pretty sure they heard you moan when Dalton slid his tongue inside you.

The blond looked up at you, and a flash of mischief crossed his eyes. “I wasn’t planning on stopping.”

He went back to his work and took you closer and closer to your orgasm. As you were about to cum he suddenly stopped and placed light kisses on the inside of your thighs, making you groan in frustration.

“I thought you weren’t planning to stop ?"

Dalton couldn't help but smile at how disappointed you were that you didn't cum.

“You’re the one who turned me on all week.”

You rolled your eyes, smiling. “And you woke me up in the middle of the night to fuck.”

your boyfriend moved back up to your face and placed a kiss on your lips. “Can you blame me ?”

You grabbed his face and kissed him again.

“Not at all but.” You swapped positions to find yourself on top of him. Grabbing his hands, you slipped them under your, or rather, his, t-shirt and placed them on your breasts. “I want you.” You sucked through your teeth as he kneaded your breasts and rolled your already erect nipples between his fingers "Now."

He bit his lip. “Is my girl impatient ?”

You moved your pelvis on his erect member, making him growl. You tilted your head, a mischievous smile. “Can you blame me ?”

He shook his head, smiling. "I'm so in love with you."

You couldn't help but smile as you leaned in to kiss him. “I am even more so.” He smiled against your lips. “Now fuck me, please.”

He stifled a laugh. “I love it when you beg.” With one hand he freed his cock from his underwear, you helped him get rid of his underwear completely and you grabbed his cock then impaled yourself on it making you both moan.

He immediately grabbed your hips to hold you. You started your movements and you thought you would die of pleasure as the pleasure rose in you.

“You like it don’t you ?”

You couldn't form a coherent response so you nodded. He put his hand around your throat and squeezed lightly making you moan even more, and wet at the same time.

Even though you loved having the upper hand on him in bed, you loved it even more when he was aggressive and dominant.

You hadn't had many sexual partners. You lost your virginity in high school, to a guy in your class who fucked you in the back of his car on prom night, not very romantic.

Subsequently you dated a boy, your best friend's roommate. Ethan Landry, and it had been the worst decision of your life, he was jealous and toxic, not to mention that he had never managed to make you cum. Your relationship must have lasted a month.

Then you met Dalton, you had been together for four months and he fulfilled you, in every way.

It's like the sky had shaped your two bodies so that they fit together perfectly. He found your G-spot in no time, every time you slept together it was like he read your thoughts, when you wanted wild sex, he took you in positions worthy of a porno, and when you wanted it to be romantic, he made love to you under the light of candles and the moon.

But now, you wanted him to fuck you so violently that you wouldn't be able to walk the next day.

“Dalton, go harder.” You whispered to him, and a mischievous smile appeared on his face.

In a second he turned you around, your stomach on the mattress, he spread your legs even further and penetrated you in one movement making you scream, camouflaged by a pillow. His thrusts became more and more violent as you cried out with pleasure into the pillow.

Another thing you loved about Dalton was that he talked a lot during the act, and god, his words alone could have made you cum.

“Don’t be shy, let me hear your pretty noises.”

“They will hear.” You moaned your sentence as you felt your orgasm approaching.

He withdrew and turned you over again, this time on your back, you knew very well what that meant, he was going to cum soon, and since he wasn't wearing a condom, he preferred to withdraw.

You decided to taunt him a little “already ?”

He came on your stomach with a grunt, once finished he caught his breath. "Don’t worry I have plans for you."

You let out a little surprised cry when he turned you around again, he took one of your hands and locked it on the pillow, then he sucked you

"I intend to make you cum until you begged me to stop."

And oh, Dalton was a man of his word, he positioned himself behind you, and for the second time that night he inserted his tongue inside you, making you see stars, in no time you were cumming on his tongue, but he didn't didn't stop there, he gently put you back on your back and devoured you for the rest of the night until you begged him to stop.

The next morning, Dalton woke you up with gentle kisses on your shoulder. "Hello Princess."

You stretched, smiling at him. “Hello handsome.”

He kissed you passionately while sliding his hand between your legs, making you moan.

“Still so sensitive.”

You laughed against his mouth. "Your fault."

He inserted a finger inside you and you moved your pelvis to follow his movements. “Fuck, if I could I’d be inside you all the time.”

You arched your back when he did the scissor.

You placed your hand on his to prevent him from removing it. “I want your-”

“Y/n do you have my-”

Dalton threw the blanket over you to cover your naked body as Samantha entered your room.

When she saw you, she quickly understood what was happening and she hid her eyes. "Oh shit, I'm really sorry. Take your time, breakfast is served."

Then she came out, closing the door behind her. You burst out laughing as Dalton hid his face in your neck. “I think they’re waiting for us.”

He nodded and let you get out of bed, he watched you put your panties and t-shirt back on, when you didn't see him move from the bed you frowned.

"You’re coming ?"

“I need five minutes.” You laughed again and threw a pillow at him. "

Take your time."

You sat down at the table and Tara held back from laughing as she met your gaze, you bit your lip to do the same as the others arrived at the table.

"Slept well ?" Quinn asked.

Mindy poured herself some orange juice "Great, well I think I slept more than someone else." She said, looking at you with a mischievous smile.

Chad threw a piece of bread to his sister. “Stop bothering her.” He turned to you and asked, “Where’s Dalton?”

You brought your cup of coffee to your mouth and avoided his gaze. “Um, he needed five minutes.”

Your friends burst out laughing while you tried not to do the same. Everyone was laughing except Ethan of course, he gave you murderous looks.

Dalton walked out of the room, stretching and sitting next to you, he kissed your temple and poured himself a glass of orange juice.

Tara winked at you. "So Dalton, were these five minutes satisfactory ?"

He choked on his drink making everyone laugh including you. He turned to you and rolled his eyes. “You had to say it.”

You kissed him. "Sorry."

He put a lock of hair behind your ear and breakfast resumed a normal rhythm, not for you, you were stressed, not because your friends had heard you moaning last night but because you felt Ethan's burning gaze on you, and Dalton had noticed it too, he put a protective arm around your waist up and slide your chair closer to him.

“And you Ethan, your night ?” Tara asked him.

He rolled his eyes and shook his head. “I have known better, if only some people learned to shut their fucking mouth everyone would be better.”

His comment chilled the table, Dalton sat up slightly in his chair. “What is that supposed to mean ?"

Ethan had the nerve to smile at your boyfriend. “You know very well what that means.”

Everyone exchanged awkward glances, while Quinn tried to lighten the atmosphere. “Ethan can you go get the sugar please.” But the brunette didn't listen to her, he had a mission, to destroy Dalton.

"You know some of us have real career ambitions. So hearing you fucking your girlfriend keeps me from sleeping and therefore from being productive in class."

You glared at Ethan, while Dalton snickered. "Real career ambitions ? Like what, being an asshole in chief ?"

Ethan stood up abruptly, Dalton did the same and the tension rose. Suddenly your ex showed a smile. “But, I understand you.” He looked at you. “I fucked her too, I know how good she is.”

You expected your boyfriend to lunge at his throat but instead he smiled at him. "You mean when you lasted two minutes and you didn't make her cum ? You see, I can make her cum unlike you."

You stood up, grabbing your coffee cup. “Thanks guys, I love being talked about like I’m a fucking object.”

You gave Ethan and Dalton a murder look, the two boys watched you leave, Ethan with hatred, while Dalton quickly understood that he had screwed up. "Shit." He whispered.

“Are you going to fuck her to make things right ?” Your ex asked him.

“Ethan stop.” Chad intervened, annoyed by his roommate's behavior, Chad’scold tone and the mean look of the others silenced him as Dalton headed towards your room.

He found you sitting at your desk, an animal medicine book open in front of you as you took notes.

He approached slowly and kissed your neck, seeing that you didn't push him away he placed his head on your shoulder. "I'm sorry." He whispered to you.

You put your pen down and sighed. "I know." He gently turned your chair towards him, once you were face to face he knelt down and took your hands in his.

“I didn’t think, it just came out.”

You met his sad gaze and you quickly forgot why you were angry with him, then it came back to you.

"I don't like the way you talk about me. It seems like I'm just some kind of prize, some fucking competition."

"I know, I'm sorry, he pissed me off and I really wanted to hit him but I know you don't want me to give him that satisfaction so that's the only thing that came to mind has the mind to hurt him."

You put your arms around his neck and nodded. “I understand, but please don’t say things like that again.”

"Promised."

He nodded and kissed you. “I love you so much y/n.”

You lightly bit his lip. "I love you even more."

Suddenly he stood up abruptly. “I have to show you something.” He went to get his sketchbook and showed you his latest work.

“The exercise was to give our image of Aphrodite.”

You were speechless when you saw what he had drawn. You.

"But it's me."

He pressed his forehead to yours and nodded.

"You are my image of Aphrodite."

You grabbed his face and whispered against his lips, “Then make me your Aphrodite.”

#scream vi #ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x y/n #ethan landry x you #scream #scream x reader #dalton lambert #dalton lambert x you #dalton lambert x reader #insidious

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procrastinatingsoicanreadfanfics · 1 year

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Geralt/Lambert/Eskel + drunk!s/o at a tavern

Summary: How Geralt, Lambert and Eskel would react to their s/o being very drunk at a tavern, and keep an eye on them.

Notes: i'm in such a writing slump i hate it :///

Tagged: @majesticwren @obsessiveformiyatwins @lucyinthelibrary @sunndust (hmu to be added to any taglist!)

Masterlist | based on this request | requests are OPEN!

Geralt

Geralt doesn’t like that with your drunk extroversion, the creeps begin to follow you, either with their eyes, or even physically. You’re his – and keeping an eye on you can be difficult enough. He doesn’t need you running around a tavern with your pretty smile and your pretty face and go around attracting people that aren’t good for you by accident.

He’ll probably pull you in close as the night goes on, sit you onto his lap. For you, it’s a rare moment of PDA that you want to take advantage of, and begin smooching him. For Geralt, it’s an opportunity to show everyone who you belong to.

Expect some possessive sex/jealous comments in the days to come.

Lambert

He loves watching your confidence bloom with the drinks you have. Dances with you, twirls you around and grins with a way too predatory smile at anyone that dares come close. He loves making you laugh at his dumb jokes and watching you become the center of attention in the tavern.

He knows your heart belongs to him, so he’s not too worried. All he cares about is seeing you happy, and he’ll do everything to keep you entertained – even put up with Geralt’s bard.

Definitely enjoys drinking with you. When he gets tipsy, expect sappy love confessions that would never cross his lips otherwise.

Eskel

He’s mostly nervous you’ll find someone you like more and leave, so when a guy talks you up and takes your arm, his worst fears seem to come to fruition. It takes him a moment to realize that this guy that probably wanted to take advantage of you is getting his ear chewed off about how much you love Eskel and not him.

He’ll definitely almost rip that man’s head off to get you away from him, and make sure you don’t leave his arm’s reach for the rest of the night. Carries you to your bed when you get tired and watches over you while you fall asleep.

Definitely cries over what you said about him because he’s so happy

#geralt #geralt x reader #geralt x you #geralt of rivia #geralt of rivia x reader #geralt of rivia x you #geralt x y/n #geralt of rivia x y/n #geralt of rivia imagine #geralt imagine #eskel #eskel x reader #eskel x you #eskel x y/n #eskel imagine #lambert #lambert x reader #lambert x you #lambert x y/n

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cosmos-coma · 1 year

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Hey!! I really love your writing! All witcher characters are very much on point, it’s amazing😍 i would have an idea for a Lambert fic if you don’t mind! How about reader is very much interested in learning from the witchers and hunting down monsters herself but Lambert is just very overprotective of her and thinks she’s insane for risking her life but in the end reader actually saves Lambert’s ass?? And they get together after that and it’s all fluff?? You can add anything to it, i love your Lambert!💜

Beasts and Books

A/N: Aww, thank you so much! I've been worried about my characterization- especially of Lambert, but I'm so glad you like him! and Okay, so fair warning this isn't edited like my other ones usually are and that's because I got carried away and wrote the longest one shot of my fucking life lol. I hope you enjoy it!!

Pairing: Lambert X Reader

Words: ~4k

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Years ago- back when you were growing up in Velen, you actually started out as a farmer's daughter. Your mothers worked hard, taking care of the sheep, shearing them, and weaving the wool into yarn or bolts of fabric. You had been placed in charge of raising the lambs, rounding them up, and generally keeping them out of trouble. It was a lot harder than it sounded.

They often fought with each other or knocked over their milk buckets and seemed to do everything in their power to get you just that close to selling them and being done with them. But you knew your mothers would never allow it and so you grumbled and just kept on.

But it was the lambs actually that happened to change your life too. It had been raining all morning and you had almost finished feeding the lambs when “Hold on- One, two, three, four, five- Where is number six?” you questioned, looking to the rest of their little faces as if they’d even have the manners to answer you, let alone the vocal cords.

You scowled, hiking up your skirt as you stepped around in the muck, trying to find a sign of the tiny little lamb that got loose- the youngest of the batch this year. “Ah-hah!” you exclaimed when you spotted the trail of little hoofprints that slipped past the gate. He must’ve slipped through the fenceposts- he always was good at using his size to his advantage.

“Come on, lamb! I’m not gonna do this all day!” You followed the hoofprints into the forest nearby, prints few and far between as he must’ve been having the time of his life evading you. “Baaaa!” he let out a little bleat from just beyond the shrubs before you.

“Gotcha!” you grinned and popped your head over the shrubs, finding the lost lamb chewing on a rather damp book. “Well now, what have you gotten into?” You asked as you scooped him up, another bleat escaping him as the book fell away from his mouth. It looked like he’d found his way into an abandoned camp. There was a cold abandoned campfire and evidence of a bed roll flattening down the lengthy grass; you found bits of broken leather here and there- probably from someone doing repairs.

“Looks like whoever it was left in a hurry…” You commented, ignoring the lamb who was now more interested in chewing on the ends of your hair than anything else. You flipped open the worn cover and read the title of the book aloud, “Brother Adalbert’s Bestiary… huh”

“Y/N!” You heard one of your mothers call from the house; she must’ve come to check on how you were doing in the rain and not seen you in the lamb’s pen. “Coming, Mother!” You shouted in her direction and quickly scooped up the book before trudging back towards the house.

Once you got back home and finished up with the lambs you parked yourself right in front of the crackling fireplace, drying both yourself and the book as you carefully flipped through it again and again, reading as you dried out its pages.

‘Ghouls, nekkers, wyverns, barghest, the list goes on and on’ you thought to yourself as you skimmed through the pages, despite having been out in the rain it wasn’t as damaged as you thought it might be, even the notes lining the margins of each entry were still legible. You flipped to the beginning again to make sure the pages were dry when you came upon a little mark on the inside of the cover. It was a little sketchy and messy, but it looked like a little drawing of a wolf head next to the Letter ‘L’.

That was then- now you were a little older- still a farmer’s daughter, but now you were responsible for hunting monsters. You were no witcher, that was obvious- but you still made do. You had studied that bestiary until you knew it like the back of your hand, you saved up all your money to buy yourself a rinky-dinky set of armor and an old sword. You started small- fighting only what you knew you could take on; barghests and ghouls mostly- occasionally you attempted to help rid the swamp towns of bloedziuger, but you had yet to get down the speed you needed when they exploded into acid.

You ran your fingers over the dappled scaring on your arm, a testament to when you had started out on this path you had chosen. You had used your smarts to set traps for your monsters to make it easier for you as a regular human, earned some good coin, and invested that into better equipment. Now you had a good custom-made silver sword, a sturdy but light set of armor, and were beginning to save up for a good horse too.

“Alright Miss, this is as far as I’m taking you.” the cart driver had said, pulling his mule to a stop in the middle of a small village. “You can walk the rest if you really need.” he kept watching you expectantly as you hopped off the back of his cart, making sure he didn't see the few apples you had swiped into your bag.

“Yeah, thank you…” You murmured and handed him a few orens from your satchel to which he grinned and nodded his head.

“Much obliged, Miss…” He tipped the edge of his worn-out hat and continued off down the road.

“Yeah, sure you are…” You let out a sigh and stretched your legs, before heading over to the notice board. “Let’s see what we’ve got here…”

You glanced it over, seeing mostly trade notices, but it seemed that there were a few notices you could actually fulfill too; wolves had attacked the livestock of one house, while wyvern seemed to be picking up the sheep of another one nearby. Probably were getting bothered by the same monster, but you figured you'd check them both out to be safe.

You glanced around the town as you stood- it smelled overwhelmingly of animals and stove fires, but your nose had become so used to those over the years that it hardly struck you anymore. A few old women sat out in front of a house, idling and chatting in the late afternoon while chickens clucked and scurried around the streets openly. You guessed there would be a few more hours of sunlight left, so you probably had time to start your investigation before it became too dark for you to see.

You set out to the other side of town to investigate the wolf contract first, figuring yours get the easy things out of the way first.

And Thankfully it really was only wolves that were bothering this farmer and you were able to finish up the contract just before the night began to really fall. So you headed back to the local Inn, coin enough for a room now in hand, and maybe even enough for dinner too if you negotiated right. You were fortunate, you knew, that you were completely human- After all, it meant that people almost always treated you better. You didn’t have any problem with nonhumans, in fact, in this line of work you had even met several pleasant ones you'd like to see again- but you also couldn't ignore that you benefited from the way others treated them.

It had just become fully dark when you came up outside the inn, torches along the road lighting your way back. When you came to the town square you heard a man trying to talk to one of the older ladies you had seen before.

“Hey, you. Yes, you Miss. Where the hell are all the notices for witchers? I thought this was Velen- you guys always have some sort of shit going on for us to solve.” he said, sounding rather obnoxious as even his horse seemed to huff in protest.

After grumbling something about ‘kids these days’, she motioned towards you, “apparently you’ve been beaten to it, Mutant. And I thought you witchers were supposed to be faster than us humans…” She snapped back at him with a smug look on her face.

The man quickly turned to you and now you could see his yellow cat-like eyes and the scar running down beside his right eye. He had worn but rather unique armor and twin blades strapped to his back.

‘Nope. I’m not dealing with this right now’, you thought to yourself and quickly slipped inside the Inn. You went up to the innkeeper first thing, getting a room for the night and what little food and drink you could afford with the rest of your coin. Thankfully the witcher still had yet to come inside yet so you tucked yourself in a corner to eat and read by yourself.

You opened up the bestiary as you ate, looking over the entry on wyverns. You had read this entry over dozens of times, but you didn’t want to risk missing anything that could help you later.

“One room for the night if you will.” The man from earlier asked, now at the innkeeper's table.

“Afraid we’re all out of rooms. She got the last one.” The keeper said as he threw a thumb in your direction.

The turned to look and you were sure he swore under his breath at the exact moment you did before his face twisted into a frown. His footsteps were quiet as he came over to your table, setting his swords down. “So first you take all my contracts, then you take my room. Who the hell are you anyway? You don’t even look like a witcher, you look more like a wannabe knight.” He said callously.

“Wow, quite the introduction. Are all witchers as charming as you Or do you have them all beat?” you retorted flatly, not even sparing another glance up at him. “It’s just my luck I guess. My luck and your getting fucked.” you added, chucking a bit at your own rhyme.

A wicked grin crossed his face and he leaned in closer, chin resting in his hand. “Oh..? You’ve got a bit of a bite in you, huh? I’m Lambert…” He introduced himself.

You looked at him, giving him a quick once-over with your eyes before you cracked a small smile his way and nodded. “I’m Y/n.”

“Y/n? Well, now I have a name for all my problems. So what’s got you so enwrapped that you can barely look up at me? It’s gotta be pretty good because I’m- Hey, I know that book.” He reached over and took it from right in front of you.

“Hey!” you yelled and went to snatch it back, but his witcher instincts made him far faster. “That's mine-”

“Where the hell did you get this?” he seemed a lot more serious now as he held up the book and looked back at you, suspicious eyes looking over your face to see any indication of lying.

“I found it in the woods years ago, its Mine-” you went to emphasize again, but he interrupted you once again.

“No. No, this is mine.” He stated and opened up the inside cover, pointing to the little wolf drawing and the ‘L’. “This is me. Lambert of the school of the wolf. I lost this thing ages ago. I didn’t think I’d ever find it again.”

You sighed as you watched him look over it with a level of care that was reserved for that of something like a childhood friend. This was the book that had shaped your life up to this point, but…. If it belonged to someone else, isn’t it only right that they have it again? You’d read that thing forwards and backward anyways, what more will it be able to tell you?

You let out a small sigh but kept quiet as he flipped through the pages when he paused for a moment. “Wait- this note isn’t mine… Neither is this. ‘Afraid of bees and will actively avoid established hives’ , ‘bad climbers. Easy to trap in pits and kill, but will become feral in their attacks. Keep out of reach.’ “ Lambert read aloud, looking from entry to entry at the notes you had written in as you learned.

“These are… yours? Did you… use this book to become a monster hunter?” He asked, looking at you in a mix of wonder and confusion. “You’ve got to be fuckin' insane- why would a human ever want to become a monster hunter?” after a half second of thought he handed the book back to you, which you brought to your chest possessively.

“You said it yourself, Velen always has shit going on for you guys to solve. I grew up here and it's turning into something that’s almost too dangerous to live in. I wanna change that.” you shrugged it off as if it was nothing, but what you did held great importance to you.

Lambert was quiet for a moment, something that you gathered was probably unusual for him, as he seemed to take in your words.

“But-” you started, trying to shift the topic and lighten the mood a bit. “How about to make up for stealing your book and all your jobs I let you stay in my room with me. You set up a bedroll in front of the fireplace or something.” you grinned a bit as you offered, watching his face turn from something serious into a charming smirk that you could feel draw you in a little more than you'd like to admit.

You two spent the rest of the night chatting and throwing quips back and forth at each other, and before your drinks were done it felt like you had known each other for decades. There was a layer of sarcasm over much of the vulnerability there, but you could see past it easily.

When you two made it up yo your room for the first time that night you discovered that the one bed the room had was actually a lot bigger than you had thought it would be. There was easily room for 2 people to sleep and still keep a bit of distance if they wanted.

“Hey, Lambert?” you looked back at him as he came to the door, “not to be too forward, but would you like to just share the bed? I can keep to my own side if you can.” you posed to him and set your stuff down on one side.

“Sure as hell beats the hell out of a bedroll.” He smiled and dropped his stuff on the other side and began pulling off his armor.

Your brain became like fuzzy static as you watched his tunic ride up through the motions he went through. The thin strip of skin and the distinct line of the ‘V’ his pelvis made was all you saw, but it was all you needed too.

“Don’t tell me our little monster hunter is getting distracted…” he said smoothly with a little chuckle to his voice.

Your blush glowed like a radiant lamp and you quickly turned away to snuff out that burning flame. “I just- well. You don’t want your armor on for sleeping? Isn’t it safer that way?”

“What- are you gonna stab me?” he moved to lounge out on the bed, putting his arms behind his head and exposing his midsection to you again.

“Well- I. No, of course not.”

“Well, then I should be fine. Are you just gonna stand there all night?” He said with a huge grin, patting the bed beside him. That bastard knew exactly what he was doing.

“Shut up” you looked away and quickly and quietly got down to your tunic and underclothes. You climbed under the warm covers and pulled the blanket high around your shoulders. “Are you gonna sleep above the covers tonight?” You asked, rolling over to face him and pushing your hair out of your face.

A smile came over him when he looked over at you, it was softer than the others he had offered you tonight and a little more sincere as well. “I’m gonna be up for a little while. You know us Witchers, we don't really sleep much.” He shrugged and ran a hand through his already pushed-back hair. “Don’t you worry about me, you get some sleep…”

You struggled to hold back a yawn as you nodded in agreement. “Goodnight, Lamb.” you mumbled before drifting off into a sound sleep.

“Goodnight, little monster hunter…” the witcher mumbled quietly as he watched your sleeping face. He hadn’t felt this… soft sort of feeling before. Something that felt so deep and so real it almost scared him to admit he was feeling it, but as he looked down at your sleeping face he felt ease wash over him. How could you throw yourself into such a profession? Didn’t you know the risks? You even had the choice of it, unlike him…

“Mmph…” you mumbled out as you shifted in your sleep, reaching out for something that wasn’t there.

Without a second thought, Lambert put his arm in the way of your reaching hands, smiling a bit as your hand naturally found his and you held his arm close to you in comfort.

“What am I gonna do with you..?” he mumbled into the quiet night once more.

When morning came you woke up to an empty and cold bed, but you weren't sure why that seemed to hurt for some reason…. But within minutes your witcher had returned with breakfast in hand.

“So, we’re hunting a wyvern?” Lambert asked as he handed you a plate.

“Good morning to you too.” you remarked with a smile, “looks like. We can prepare after breakfast?”

And so you two did, when breakfast was finished you two gathered up your things and made for the stables.

“Here, you can ride on the horse. I’ll walk- I hate trying to follow a creature's trail on horseback…” he justified as he helped you up, hands on your waist as he boosted you up.

“Thanks, Lamb… lead the way?” you smiled down at him, grabbing the reins.

You two made your way to towards the last house on the way out of town, looking around for evidence of this wyvern and following the blood trail towards what you could only guess would be a nest.

“So, look-” Lambert started. “Why don’t I just take this one? You know how tricky these draconids can be.” He offered, looking up at you to see your reaction, but it wasn’t exactly what he was hoping for.

Your brow furrowed and you shook your head. “What? No. I’ve taken monsters on my own before so why should this be any different?” you argued. “No, If you want we can fight it together, but I'm gonna be there either way.”

“Look- I get that you’re supposed to be a monster hunter and all, but why would you want to go ruin a pretty face like that? Why don’t you just keep yourself out of trouble?” he sounded a bit less hypothetical now and a little more like an argument.

“So you think I’m pretty?” you asked with a smirk, trying to turn the topic of conversation. You really didn’t want to have this conversation right now. You’re a monster hunter! And even though you’re still figuring things out you didn’t want it to stop you.

The witcher only sighed at your response. “Yeah, I do…” his words drifted off a bit as he slowed to a stop, his horse automatically stopping beside him. “Hey, I’ll be right back, okay? I’m gonna go take a leak before the fight. First rule of being a witcher you know”, He said and headed off into the thicker brush, his somber tone resonating in your mind.

“That cannot possibly be true.” you laughed a touch and watched him go, sighing a bit, but taking the moment to get your things ready, bombs and potions from the recipes scribbled in the back of the book.

But it was taking quite a while for Lambert to come back…

“Come on, Lamb! I’m not gonna do this all day!” You shouted, feeling a sense of Deja vu as you called those words. You waited around a few minutes more until you heard an exasperated and pained cry coming from far off past the brush.

“Damn it, Lambert!” you yelled as you processed what he had done and stirred his horse into motion, tugging its reins towards said noise. You were angry, to be honest. I mean, did he just think you couldn’t do it by yourself? Did he think that because you were human you couldn't fight like he did? The thoughts alone made your blood boil and your skin grow hot and itchy as it was whipped by the wind.

When you finally came onto the scene you saw Lambert rushing around on the cliff's edge, battling the aged draconid all by himself. You practically threw yourself off the horse and into the fight as you came in close. “Damn it, Lambert! You lying bastard!” you yelled and drew the Wyvern's attention to you now as you stabbed your sword into its tail.

“Don’t yell at me, it was for your own good!” He yelled back as he cast Igni, vying for its attention to come back to him.

“My own good? You sound like my bloody mothers!”

“Sweet Melitele, I did it to protect you!” Lambert shouted, looking to you instead of the wyvern now and dropping his guard.

“Lambert…” you sighed, breath coming out in heavy huffs as you fought off the creature. But you didn’t get the chance to say anything more before the annoyed creature whipped its tail at the witcher and flew off with the last of its strength.

He had jumped back in just the nick of time but unfortunately didn’t realize how close he was to the edge. With one foot on stable ground and the other about to step off the cliff’s edge, his body's momentum had him off kilter and about to topple over….

“Lambert!’ you yelled and ran towards him, grabbing him by his sword’s sheath strap just in time and yanking him forcefully back onto safe ground. You stumbled backward to safety and landed on the ground right beside your annoying witcher.

“How’s that for ‘I did it to protect you’?” you huffed in an attempt to catch your breath, nudging Lambert with your elbow as he processed that he had almost died.

“Holy shit….” he muttered, reaching unconsciously for your hand- much like you had done just the night before.

You set your sword down and put your hand out to find his. “Lamb… while I admire you trying to protect me I don't want you to become overprotective. I love doing what I do- after all, I chose this path. And I know I'd love it more if I could work side-by-side with you” You looked to him as you talked, watching his expression turn sincere, but not uncomfortable. “I’d love to learn more about monster hunting from you, but don’t count me out just yet, okay?”

Lambert nodded, a smile forming over his features as he squeezed your hand. “I suppose it’s the least I can do since you saved my life… How about we finish off this wyvern together?”

You nodded, a grin spread across your face once again. “Together.”

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More art with friends on drawpile

WHY DID I DRAW LESHY RIGHT THERE! HE LOOKS LIKE HES GIVING MY UGLY ASS A FLOWER NO HONEY NO!

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crazyk-imagine · 8 months

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Life Away from Home

Pairing: Dalton Lamber x Best friend!reader

Characters: Dalton Lamber, Best Friend!reader, Chris Winslow, Josh Lambert, Renai Lambert

Warnings: Fluff, angst due to demons, add on to the movie, reader and Dalton being cute, I've literally only seen this movie once and it's consumed me too much and I had to write this, the day I watched it, this idea came to mind, the possessed Dalton scene is what got me hooked on writing this, Josh and Renai are trying to make it work maybe not in a romantic way or maybe they are

Word Count: 4,294

A/N: Holy shit, I was not expecting this to be over 4,000 words.

I'm getting ready for spooky season

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"Jesus, Dalton. When did you get so much shit?" You ask, setting down another box beside the one his dad set down on his bed.

"When did you complain so much?"

You narrow your eyes to him before your lips stretch into a smile as he does the same. "Touche."

Josh glances between the two of you, seeing him and Renai when they first met.

"I'm gonna leave you two alone before our first week of hell starts."

Dalton tries to stop you and fails.

You're barely out of the room for five minutes when you get a phone call from him. "What happened?"

"The usual."

A heavy sigh slips past your lips, "Dally."

He shakes his head. “Can you just- can you come back up here?”

“I’m on my way, loser.”

“That was uncalled for.”

“But it got you to crack a smile.” He denies it with the widest smile on his face before hanging up.

“Is that you’re girlfriend?” He turns to face his soon to be ex-roommate, Chris. “No.”

She shrugs. “Maybe this is the year you do something about your crush.”

It was an okay start to this new part of your guy's life. Meeting Chris made things more fun, although Dalton would definitely disagree.

Ever since the school year started (two days ago) and Chris told you her schedule, you two hang out in her dorm for a bit while you wait for Dalton to finish up with his art class.

She likes you and definitely understands why he likes you so much.

Her little dance stops when knocking from the other side interrupts her and startles you.

Ever since you got here, things have been getting weird for Dalton which, as much as you don’t want to admit it, it scares you.

She opens the door, peeking through the crack to find the one person that makes your eyes shine. She smiles at you with the mouthpiece to her most prized possession (and the name is something you will never remember). "See? It's just your Dally man."

You narrow your eyes to her. "Shut up."

He glances between the two of you before taking a seat near you.

"Are you ready for my latest rendition of "don't go breaking my heart" with my trusty little sidekick?"

You roll your eyes and lean closer to him, "say no."

He shakes his head.

You smile and lean closer to him, bringing him some comfort after the night he's had. You know he won’t talk about it; you asked him after the first night but knowing he’s just going to keep it to himself until he can’t any longer, the least you can do is make him smile… and hold him.

Everything started spiraling worse after going to that stupid frat party.

You knew he didn’t want to go to it and that’s why you tried to get Chris to change her mind but there’s no stopping that girl when she’s on a mission.

“What if we just-”

She shakes her head, “no.”

You fall back onto Dalton’s bed, turning to face him as he works at his desk. “I tried. I’m sorry.” You don’t think he heard you, but you return your attention to Chris as babbles on about how the party is just what we need.

And it only spiraled into something worse and worse from there.

He hasn’t stopped working on that painting. Every time he returns to his room, there he is in that chair, paintbrush in hand.

“Dalton?” You call out to him.

His body is slumped, you don’t know how long it was that he stopped working on his art, but it couldn’t have been more than five minutes ago.

“Dally?” You push yourself off the bed and are about to place a hand on his shoulder, thinking if you gently shake him, it’ll wake him but a voice in the back of your head tells you not to. You pace back and forth behind him, “Okay, Dalton. One this is not funny. And two, I need you to wake up.”

You lift your hand up, biting the skin on the sides of your thumbs (something you haven’t done since you were a kid).

It’s too late for you to call Chris, it’s been dark for hours, but you can’t sleep knowing Dalton can’t sleep because the guilt of knowing you can sleep and he can’t, well, it'll make you feel like an asshole. And if he can’t sleep, then you shouldn’t.

But he tells you to and not to worry about him, which makes it really hard because how can you not worry about him.

You open your eyes and are startled as the door to his dorm shuts. “Dalton?”

He pushes himself out of the chair, shaking you. “Are you okay?”

“Am I okay? What the hell happened to you? You freaked me out. You were asleep one second and then-”

“I was up in Chris’ dorm.”

You blink once. “Huh?”

“I was- I just- I don’t know how to explain it.”

“I do. You’re on some sort of drug right now and you need to tell me where your stash is so I can either join you or flush them.”

“What?” He furrows his brows, “I’m not on- I don’t even know what’s going on. I just- all I know is that-“

A knock on the door causes you to leap into his arms.

You two take a step towards the door with his arm around your waist, keeping you close to him.

“I just woke up because of this,” Chris lifts up her favorite annoying thing.

You start to tear up but don’t know why. “I- oh my god.” You wipe your cheeks as the two talk.

They glance over at you, wondering if you were paying attention. They’re both alarmed at the sight of you crying.

You wave them off. “I’m fine.”

That was just the beginning of something bad coming your way.

You and Chris text each other periodically throughout the next few days, mainly her checking on you and you asking her what she’d found out regarding Dalton’s “condition”.

From her end, he needs sleep to which you completely agree with, but you also need to take care of yourself.

She doesn’t want anything to happen to you, you’re good for him and an amazing friend which is why it was exceedingly scary with you lying in front of her, looking as though you were dead.

She still doesn’t even know what happened even though she knows it has something to do with the spiritual world Dalton’s got himself mixed up in.

Before returning to his body, he sees the demon that's been haunting him for a little less than half his life (even if he doesn’t remember it now) hovering over your body.

You don’t know what happened during that time but you the only colors that come to mind whenever you think of it are red and black (something you’ve never told Dalton).

You moved into his dorm basically permanent after that night, followed by almost hourly texts from a certain upstairs dorm neighbor.

It’s been getting harder and harder to get Dalton to sleep when you can’t even do it yourself.

He sits at his desk and continues working on the painting that seems to be haunting him, something that makes you wish you could you more helpful to him but are unable to.

With everything that’s going on your kind of happy about the few classes you chose to take this year because napping throughout the day isn’t the most ideal thing for a normal college student, but it’s the only way you can keep up with Dalton. “You tired yet?”

“You asked me five minutes ago,” he mumbles, not fully taking his eyes off the painting.

“Fine. New question, have you talked to your mom or dad yet?”

“Why would I talk to them?”

“Uh, I don’t know because you’re going through astral projection moments without any proper or well-known guidance. Oh, and also your friend almost died because of some black and red thing.”

He pauses, his hand stills before he hurriedly tosses the paint brush onto the desk. “You saw it?”

“No.”

“You’re lying.”

“I’m not,” you sigh.

“You are.”

“Maybe you’re just annoying.”

“I’m annoyed with a purpose. What- I mean, did you-”

“No, I just,” you throw the hood of his hoodie over your head.

“I think… maybe it’s from when you were in your coma.”

“Did you remember something?” He leans in closer.

“I just,” you glance up at him. “I feel like you should talk to your mom.”

He takes a deep breath. “No and you’re not going to win so just stop and leave it alone.”

Worst thing you could have ever done, listen to him.

You didn’t want to; you know, know you should have called her and asked her what she knows about this, but he kept assuring you that he’s got this and would ask his brother for information and that could only do so much.

Chris texted you earlier, asking if you could help her with one of her classes because you both have the same teacher, but you have the morning class, and she has the afternoon.

You decided that if he didn’t want help, he wasn’t going to get it.

The- “whole tough love routine, really?”

You furrow your brows, feeling offended and self conscious. “What?”

“Don’t what me. When has that routine ever helped someone?” She shrugs, “no, seriously. Tell me.”

You mimic her and return back to helping her study with the midterm getting closer and closer (Chris’ words, not yours).

“She finally gets it,” you say, happy to know you could help her where you could.

“Do you think he’s okay?”

She nods, stuffing her notebook back into her bag. “Yeah, why wouldn’t he?”

You bit the skin on the sides of your thumb, “I have a bad feeling.”

She glances back at you. “How bad?”

“I’m slowly getting more nauseous the longer I sit here.”

“Are you sure? I mean, what if you just-”

“Chris.”

She sighs, “fine. I’ll go check on your boyfriend and when I come back, telling you he’s doing just fine.”

The door slams open as she searches for something, mumbling to herself. After a few minutes, she’s found what she was looking for and turns around. She stares at you, her arms full of various lights in different shapes and sizes. "Are you coming with me or not?"

You grimace. This is too much for either of you to handle on your own. "Chris,” you hold her arm in place, “I have a bad feeling about this."

She nods; she gets it, but she also knows neither of you can leave him alone. "So do I but we can't leave him alone."

You hesitate.

“You can’t leave him alone.”

You nod, gulping down the saliva that built up in your mouth. "Okay."

You two practically run to Dalton's room.

You stand in the doorway and know something's not right but follow Chris, not feeling comfortable leaving her alone in here. You two sit on his bed, you work on untangling the lights while she tries to get them on.

She plugs it in once, you’re not as nauseous but are feeling more fear.

Another light is plugged in, and you pull your feet up from the floor. A third one and it’s suddenly colder?

"I'm not afraid of the dark anymore."

You furrow your brows, pausing your movements. "What?" A chill runs down your spine. "Chris, are you done yet?" You gulp and hurry to help Chris, knowing the dark is a bad place to be in, especially now.

She runs around the room, putting the lights in place leaving you to plug them in, wanting to light up the room. Her feet padding across the floor worry you. "Almost." She shouts, "yes!" Her side is lit.

You barely glance over at him and know what's wrong, it makes you even more nauseous; you can almost feel the bile creeping up your throat.

It feels like it’s here, the pressure tightens on your throat.

"Dalton?" She calls out for him, watching his body move as he stands in the corner.

"Chris, don't get near him." You pull her back when his head turns towards you. "It's here." You begin blinking away the tears that blur your vision.

"No," she refuses to believe it. "Dalton? What's going on there? This isn't normal. It's really weird seeing you in the dark."

You want to cry. "Stop talking."

It flings her to the side.

"Oh god," you whimper.

It turns its attention onto you as his body lets out a low growl.

"Chris, run."

She says the same to you when she sees how close Dalton's body has gotten to you.

You turn back to him and focus on his hands wrapping a piece of rope around his hands. "Where did that come from?" Tonight’s the night you're going to die. You shake your head and run towards the door. You shake to doorknob as tears fall down your cheeks. "Let me out. Let me out."

He gains control, the rope falls from his hands as he calls out for you.

You turn around and see the real him before he loses control.

You and Chris catch him before he can fall.

“You hold him and anchor him while I work on the lights.”

You can’t object as she’s already run off.

She screams as a face appears in front of her, emerging out from the depths of the darkness under the bed.

You pull her back. “Get behind me.”

She doesn’t have enough time to argue and does as she’s told.

You're stuck between the two, holding Dalton and keeping him close to you as she huddles further into you, all while fighting the spirits crawling on top of him and you.

He opens his eyes and wakes from his internal battle, the light squeeze to your hand lets you know he's here. He's with you as he forces the spirits to disappear.

You help him up, knowing he's trying to move.

Dalton starts painting with as much paint as he can with his one paintbrush.

The canvas is black.

"Is it over?" She dares to ask.

You tear up, covering your mouth to hide the sobs that want to escape you.

He turns around, barely giving himself a second to take in everything that's happened as he pulls you closer to him.

“I need to call my mom,” he grabs the phone and immediately dials his mom.

“Is everyone okay?” Chris asks, knowing you can’t mutter a word right now and how close you are because you two pretty much call the Lambert's your family.

“Yeah, he’s- he’s okay. He’s back.”

“He wasn’t before?”

You lift your head off him. “He stayed behind?”

He nods. “But he’s back now and it’s gone.”

You gulp, staring into his eyes; silently thanking all and any god that they’re not yellow.

You didn’t realize you’re crying until he wipes your cheeks. “I’m sorry.”

You shake your head and sniffle; he pulls you closer to hug you; needing to feel your comforting warmth… plus Chris. “Please tell me it’s over.”

“It’s done,” Dalton informs the two of you with a stern voice.

"You’re never going to do that again. I can't lose you."

He nuzzles his nose into your head, breathing in your scent.

“I think it’s time we go home for our early semester break.”

“I,” he hesitates, “I think that’s a good idea.”

After saying bye to Chris and promising to text when you two actually leave campus and when we make it to the Lambert household, you finally make it to his dad’s car.

Josh smiles at the sight of you two. “Hey.”

Dalton glances away, finding making eye contact with the man to be too much. “Hey.”

His dad turns to you, “hey.”

“Hi,” you give him a small smile. “Let’s put the stuff in the car and get this long ass drive over with?”

That earns a chuckle and breaks the silence between the two.

You’re about to walk towards the back of the car when he stops in front of you. “What?”

“I can put your stuff in the back.”

You huff, “Dalton. No, just let-”

“Me put it away, you get settled into the car. I’ll be there in a second.”

You roll your eyes, “fine. I’ll just get started on the second season of-”

“Don’t you dare.”

You open the car door with a small smile on your face.

Josh turns to his son, not yet opening the trunk so you can’t hear their conversation (he hopes). “So?”

“What?”

His dad smiles and uses his head to gesture in your general direction. “Have you asked her?”

The look on his son’s face tells him all that he needs to know (and embarrass him). “Are you two together? Going steady? Netflix and chilling as you young kids call it.” He lightly pats the side of his arm, “come on, you can tell me… so I can tell your mother.”

The young man avoids all eye contact and stares at the ground, the warmth in his cheeks is not something he wanted to experience now, before they even leave campus. “No, I- with everything that happened, I didn’t want it to seem like I’m just asking her out to do it. You know, I- I want it to mean something.”

The corner of Josh’s mouth twitches, reminding him of his young self. “I know exactly what you mean and that’s why I know if you do it, she won’t think of it that way.”

Dalton slowly lifts his head. “How do you know that?”

“She’s been by your side ever since the first time. No, even longer than that but especially during these times and if you don’t believe me then, you don’t know why you invited her to come with you.”

“What?”

“Put the bags in the trunk,” Josh tells him as he opens it. He sees the way his son stares at you, he did the same thing with his ex-wife. He just wishes he was as strong as the two of you and knows if he was, then maybe he and Renai would still be together.

He takes a deep breath. ‘This is what Dr. Rofuss was talking about.’ “You can sit in the back if you want, I won’t be offended.”

“She’ll make me sit there if I don’t on my own.”

His dad chuckles as he closes the trunk. “Alright then, make your choice, stud.”

“Stud?” He mutters as he walks around the car.

You shake your head and point to the front seat.

Josh silently laughs to himself when he watches the two of you two. “Show tunes?”

You give the older man a gentle smile. “Sure.”

Renai walks out and hugs her baby boy- he groans, “mom.”

“You’ll always be my baby no matter what age you are.”

You cover your mouth to hide your amusement.

Josh leans down and whispers, “you’re next.”

You quickly recover and shake your head. “No.”

He starts taking your guys bags into the house.

She stares at him for a few seconds before letting him go, turning to face you. She pulls you in for a hug. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

She doesn’t answer you.

You walk into the house, waiting to find one or both of his siblings but find neither. “Is it just us plus your parents right now?”

He shrugs, “I guess.”

“Which room am I staying in?”

He turns around and stares at you with a confused expression. “What do you mean?”

“We’re at your parents' house and I don’t think they’d approve of us, a young man and a young woman sleeping in the same room.”

“We did it at school, what’s different now?”

“We’re under the same roof.”

He grabs the bags at the end of the stairs and starts walking up. “It’s fine.”

You follow him. “I don’t want your mom to think I’m a bad influence on you or something.”

“She won’t, stop worrying about it.”

“Dal-”

He drops the bags and pulls you closer, cupping your cheeks. “Stop it, she would never think that. If anything,” the corner of his lips twitch. “She’d think it was me.”

You stare into his eyes, no thoughts coming to mind.

He’s waiting for you to respond but you don’t, and he doesn’t know what to do.

The creaking of the bottom stairs startles you and you pull away. “I’m going to the kitchen.”

His dad raises a brow when he finds his oldest staring at the floor with rosy, red cheeks.

Dinner was a little awkward at first, but you managed to make it through without raising too much suspicion from Josh and Renai (or at least, you hope that’s the case).

You run upstairs after helping his mom with the dishes (Dalton, sat at the table drawing).

She nudges your side, “you can go upstairs and get ready for bed. I’m sure you’ll want to get as much sleep as you can.”

You shrug, “it’s okay. I can st-”

“Nope, upstairs you go.”

“But-”

“Go,” she says, offering a kind smile.

You grab the dish towel and dry off your hands before glancing over at him, suddenly remembering the way he was staring at you, and exit.

You walk back out of the bathroom to grab your toothbrush so you can relax in bed, only to find someone else also brushing his teeth. “Uh- sorry- I’ll just-”

He shakes his head and spits. “It’s fine. I’m almost done.”

You know how when you’re trying to avoid making eye contact with someone and it doesn’t work?

He finishes and puts his toothbrush in its holder before walking away, only to lean against the doorway. “What’s going on with you?”

You shake your head.

“Ever since earlier-”

You finish in time to cover his mouth. “Shut up. I don’t want your parents finding out.”

He lowers your hand. “Why? It’s not like we had sex or anything.”

You avoid making eye contact, the heat in your cheeks does nothing to help you as you walk into his room. “I think I should sleep in the guest room.”

“Wait, what? Why?” He stands in front of you, stopping you from walking out. “Wh- did it,” he takes a deep breath. “Did I make you uncomfortable?”

You clench your jaw, unsure of how to tell him the true reason. “I-”

“If it did, I’m sorry.”

“That’s not it.”

“Then what is it?” He studies your fidgeting. “Did you,” the corner of his lips curved upwards. “Did you like it?”

“No.”

“You answered that too quickly. You did.” He chuckles, taking a step forward. “You can tell me to stop.”

You open your mouth to respond when he cups your cheeks and pulls you closer.

“I’ve missed you.”

You furrow your brows. “I didn’t leave?”

“Ever since the whole thing happened, I just- I’m happy you’re here with me.”

You glance from one eye to the other and slide your hands up to his neck, pulling him closer, into a crushingly comforting hug.

His arms wrapped around your shoulders and waist, his grip tightening ever so slightly.

You play with his hair as you two stand a few feet from the open doorway.

He removes his arms from you, and you think he’s done and start to loosen your grip on him until you hold onto him for dear life. “What are you doing?!” You ask, tightening your legs around his waist.

He doesn’t reply as he sets you down on his bed.

You get the hint and lay down, opening your arms (a spot reserved for him). You play with his hair some more. “Are you ever going to get a haircut?”

“Why?” He angles his head so he can look at you.

“Do you not like it?”

“I didn’t say that. I do, I was just wondering.” His eyes twinkle and he can’t find it in him to look away. “Can I kiss you?”

“Huh?”

“Can… I kiss you?”

You stare at him with a confused expression as your brain works on processing what he’s asked. “You want to kiss me… like as a friend?”

“What friend kisses another friend?”

“You know how some families or- or like celebrities kiss each other on the lips and it's not romantic, that’s- that’s what I’m thinking of.”

He leans on one elbow, hovering over you as his hand pushes the few stands of your hair behind your ear. “I definitely don’t mean it in a friendly way.”

“Really?”

He nods. “Chris thought we were together.”

“When did she say that?”

“Our first day.”

“Oh.”

“I hated that I had to say no.”

You take a leap and hope that he wasn’t playing a mean, mean joke on you.

Renai and Josh have been up since earlier this morning, seeing as it almost- “Josh, it’s almost ten o’clock. I think we should go at least check on them.” She raises her shoulder, keeping her phone tucked in the crook of her neck as she prepares her cup of coffee.

“They’re enjoying their first break; they’re not going to be awake right now.”

“Yeah well… they should be otherwise they’re not going to get breakfast.”

“Wow.”

“I’m hanging up now.”

The door slowly creaks open as she peeks her head in only to find the two of you still asleep, cuddling in a “less than friendly” way.

She shakes her head, knowing her ex-husband's right.

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Just Friends? - Dalton Lambert

Pairing: Dalton Lambert x Reader

Warnings: fluff, adorable drunk!Dalton

Prompt: 'You're so warm.'

A/N: Aaaah! My first fic for my 2k writing celebration, thank you so much @fluentmoviequoter for requesting, I hope you enjoy! If you guys want to request anything just drop me an ask or a message! Hope you guys all enjoy this, I love you all very much! xxx

There was comfortable silence in Dalton’s dorm room as he worked on an Art project and you were working on your English assignment. You loved the fact that you felt so comfortable with each other that you were able to do this. You glanced up at Dalton, who looked so cute with his brow furrowed, the tip of his tongue sticking out slightly as his hand moved across his sketchbook.

He must have felt you looking because he looked up at you, his cheeks flushing, “what’s up?”

“Please, come to the party with me,” you whined.

Dalton sighed and glanced down at his sketchbook before he looked back up at you, “Y/N,” he groaned, “I really have no interest in going to another party surrounded by frat boys and their stupid girlfriends.”

You huffed and flopped back dramatically on the spare bed you were sitting on, “fine.”

Dalton laughed at how dramatic you were, “are you going to have a little temper tantrum if I don’t take you to the party?” he teased.

You turn your head to face him, “will it change your mind if I do?”

He shook his head fondly as he began sketching again, “sorry, but no.”

You pouted, “but I think it’ll do you some good to get out of the dorm though. And, besides, you closed the door so there won’t be any dead guys lurking in any bathrooms,” you joked.

Dalton thought about it for a second and you could practically see the cogs turning in his head, “fine,” he sighs, “but if the party sucks, I’m blaming you.”

“Woo! You’re the best!” you grin as you sit up.

“I know, I know,” he smirked, “I am pretty great.”

You laughed, “you’re oh so humble too.”

The two of you quickly finished your work and agreed to meet back at Dalton’s dorm around 7pm. You had a hard time deciding on what to wear, you didn’t want to make it seem like you were trying too hard, after all it was a casual night with your best friend. God, you were such a cliché, having feelings for your best friend. You pushed the thoughts out of your head as you finally decided on an outfit and quickly got ready before heading to Dalton’s dorm.

“Hey,” he greeted you with a grin as he stepped out to lock the door to his room, “you look good.”

“Thanks,” you flushed, “so do you.”

He said nothing but ducked his head to hide the smile on his face. You both walked out into the cold night air to start the short walk to the frat house. You were meeting Chris there as she was going with some of her other friends.

Dalton shoved his hands in his pockets as he glanced at you, “so why are you so excited to go to this party? Are you meeting up with someone?” his voice was weird as he asked you that last part.

You scoffed at his words, “no, I just think it’d be good to get out and you need to loosen up and get drunk.”

Dalton laughed, “I’m not sure I like getting drunk.”

“Well,” you start, “if you do end up getting drunk I’ll look after you.”

“Really?” he asked as he glanced at you.

“Of course, I’m destined to look after the slightly awkward, cute art student,” you joke.

Dalton flushed as he kept his eyes on your face, blinking rapidly, “you think I’m cute?”

“I do think you’re cute,” you grin, “surely, you hear it all the time?”

He shook his head, “I’m not used to getting compliments, especially off pretty women,” he grinned at you as he ran a hand through his hair.

Now it was your turn to go red, “you think I’m pretty?”

“I think you’re beautiful,” he corrected himself with a grin as you walked into the frat house together and you smiled as warmth filled your chest.

The frat house was very generic, there were flashing lights and sweaty bodies pressed up together as they danced. There were people doing keg stands and people playing beer pong in the centre. You met Chris by the drinks table and she waved with a grin as you approached.

Dalton touched your shoulder as he gestured to the drinks table, “do you want wine, beer, or whatever that is?” he pointed at the solo cup, wrinkling his nose in disgust.

You laughed, “I think beer is the safest option,” it was the only alcohol on the table that was in a sealed bottle. Dalton nodded in agreement as he grabbed two bottles, cracking them both open and handing one to you.

The both of you hung out at the side-lines of the party, people watching while Chris was upstairs, looking for stuff in vacant rooms. Now that you were here, you were starting to feel a little overwhelmed. Dalton looked increasingly more uncomfortable as you drained your beer and went to grab two more, you felt guilty for dragging him here.

You touched his wrist to get his attention over the loud music, “you want to go outside?” you spoke in his ear, smiling when he nodded his head, relief spreading out across his face.

You took his hand and the both of you walked outside to the pool area. It was quieter out here, there was a lot less people. The both you sat on one of the sun loungers, so close together that your knees touched and you didn’t have to shout to hear each other. There was a drinks table out here too and the two of you made your way through it as you talked about everything and anything, feeling more and more buzzed.

Dalton looked so handsome in a white button down that brought out the blue of his eyes and his long wavy hair was loose. His eyes looked so pretty beneath the lighting of the pool that you looked away from his face as you spoke, “I’m really sorry for dragging you here, it seemed like it would be better in my head.”

Dalton laughed lightly as he linked his fingers through yours, making you look back at him, “don’t apologise, I like the fact I’m here with you,” you smiled as you squeezed his hand in response.

Chris came out to join you, showing you the things she had snagged from the bedrooms upstairs and between the three of you – and the few other people outside – you drank through all the beer on the table outside. None of you would touch the wine or whatever was in the solo cup. You offered to head back into the frat house to grab more drinks. You snagged three bottles of beer and as you were about to head back outside you saw Chris watching something with a look of disbelief on her face.

“What’s wrong?” you asked here as you passed her a bottle of beer.

She pointed, “Dalton is doing a keg stand, he must have been more drunk than we thought,” she laughed.

You watched as Dalton was lowered back to the ground, beer spilling down his front with a grin on his face as the boys around him cheered. He noticed you and called your name excitedly as he held out his arms as he walked over you to give you a hug.

His grin dropped as he pulled away from the hug and he clutched his stomach, looking at you, his eyes wide like a little boy’s, “I don’t feel good,” he mumbled and you had to fight back a laugh.

“C’mon, I’ll take you home,” you rubbed his back and he nodded, you glanced back at Chris, “I’ll text you when I’m back,” you smiled, knowing that she was staying with her friends.

She nodded, “make sure he doesn’t choke on throw up,” she laughed.

It was pretty difficult getting Dalton home when he didn’t contribute much, his feet dragged against the floor and it took twice as long to get back to the dorms. As you got back to his dorm you got some clean clothes from the drawer and handed them to him, turning around so he could change. He snuggled into his bed and you sat at the edge, stroking his hair from his flushed face, passing him a water bottle you got from his mini fridge.

“Do you feel okay?” you asked, “are you going to be sick?”

He shook his head, “no, not gonna be sick,” he slurred his words and he looked up at you with wide eyes, “will you stay and cuddle with me?” he asked, pulling the covers back and scooching back against the wall.

You couldn’t deny him, especially when he looked at you like that, you grinned and got into bed with him, wrapping your arms around him, he leaned his head on your chest, his soft breath blowing against your neck, “you’re so warm,” he mumbled as you stroked his hair.

He was silent for a couple of moments before he spoke again, “can I tell you something?”

“Of course.”

“You can’t tell, Y/N though, you have to promise,” he yawned and you fought back a laugh, he was obviously so far gone.

“I promise,” you laugh.

“I have the biggest crush on, Y/N,” he said simply and you stared at him, feeling a happy bubble rise in your chest, “but I don’t want to ruin our friendship.”

“I don’t think it’ll ruin your friendship,” you whisper, “you should tell her, she might feel the same,” you pressed a kiss against his forehead, speaking against his skin.

“Hmm maybe.”

He was silent for a couple of moments, and you spoke up again, “Dalton?”

He didn’t answer but the slow pace of his breathing told you he was asleep and you grinned as you held him tighter before succumbing to sleep yourself.

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