Smthn W Hoodies

smthn w hoodies

h o o d i e s

fandom- outer banks

pairing(s)-rafe cameron

a/n: tso i've never written for him and the request is not very specific. y'all are free to request them again w different characters. i haven't really seen anyone in obx wearing hoodies but anyway, here it is requests are open luv, thai

requested- yes

playlist: the rafe cameron mindset

warnings- none i think-

Rafe found himself in Mr. Bellingham's radar again. he's always been in his radar. but today wasn't a reason he'd believe since you would never do anything of assort with the likes of the Cameron

His best guess was that he had a moment of self reflection in the hallways.

Cameron and you had a very strange relationship, where one or the other would do a 180 when seeing the other's face. just because both of you are childish with their nurturing crushes.

You had no idea what gave you the courage to pull something like that on him, but it's been a while since he's been gawking, why not.

With a pull on Rafe's hand, both of you were in an empty classroom, him against the door in sheer surprise.

You pulled him closer with the fabric of his hoodie over his head with inches between you

who wears a hoodie in this weather?

His faces were tilted as if to kiss you, noses barley apart. you hand trailed down from the hood to the strings and tugged, closing the gap of his lips and yours with the light fabric.

But Rafe Cameron was in it now, his confidence barged in and was ready to devour. he did not bother to undo the knot, nope, he reached his hand under the cloth and pulled it off completely. leaving him shirtless and you probably breathless.

he held the sleeves in his arms and pulled you in by the hoodie. at this point you were closer and looked like a tomato.

he had an eyebrow raised, smirk plastered on his stupidly gorgeous face

is this how you want to play doll?

cuddles with a needy fred weasley

-🍄

c â l i n e t

fandom- Harry Potter

pairing(s)- fred weasley

a/n: caline means to embrace, and it sounded fitting. latley i feel like i need a hug right now but its going to be allright. this was inspired by something happened in a dream with love, tiya

requested- yes

warnings- unexperienced writer, not thoroughly edited

Fred Weasley just adored picking the most obnoxious and utterly stupid topics to fight over. it was a love language, just a one you haven't uncoded yet but he was more than ready to wait. He just adored seeing you perplexed and infuriated with him, he just loved how all of your attention was put in to prove him wrong.

But this time it didn't play as to Freddy's hand. It usually was a small disagreement and it led to noting problematic.

You found yourself going out of the way to not look at him, touch him, or even being near him. You wanted to, you really did but you felt a heavy sense of hatred whenever he flashed that devilishly hansome smile of his. you ought to pour a bucket of chillies on him, lord.

it was'nt his intention that the fight to hit a spot, he just wanted to see that annoyed look that made him skip a beat. well, what not a better time to take the situation into his own hands.

Friday, last period where you had herbology with professor Sprout while he had a free. She had to pass the courtyard if she planned on leaving the class and that would be exactly where he would stand waiting.

You noticed him, you always notice him first. He had his robe on the grass, and his sleeves roled. he was supported by the bench and was manspread taking all the space.

But before you had the chance to get away he pulled you on your wrist, the movement caught you off balance and you found yourself on his lap.

"i'm sorry, i did'nt know you'd get angry darlin, it was just to see you annoyed"

"why do you always go out of the way to get me so upset?"

he couldn't answer that, atleast not to her face. they lived in ignorance and they woul'dnt thrive if they aknowledged their feelings.

"I am not sitting on your lap, did you miss the part where I'm mad at you?"

"you can sit on my lap and be mad at me my love."

he put his hands around her waist and brought her closer while taking her book bag and gently placing it on the floor.

"shutup and hold me"

dancing in the rain with fred weasley

d a n c i n g i n t h e r a i n

fandom- Harry Potter

pairing(s)- fred weasley

a/n: I havnt gotten as much as fred as i have george, so im delighted with his presence to my inbox. im ngl, this month itself has given me a writter's block, but i'm working on it, hope you're happy with how this turned out :)

requested- yes

warnings- none i hope

Fred Weasley has always been known to be the more reckless of the two, the more impulsive one if i might aknowledge. but beng asked to dance in the rain with him? it was probably the most fred weasley thing to ask.

shirt stuck to his body as if his figure had been freshly craved with a chisel, his hair kept back with on of your hairbands and his hands just dangled everywhere he could keep it. It might have been roaring thunder but it seemed just like the two of you behind the quidditch bleachers.

These were the times Fred Weasley just falls in love again, it was how she'd smile so rarley that it made him yearn for each one. He'd do the stupidest to the most devil things to look at her to see,

did a smile take over her face yet? did she see?

she was smiling, and such a lovley one. a one that would want you to stop everything and look, the one you'd take millions of photographs of, a one which he felt his darn heart was blessed with

when he writes your name in his notebook with theodore nott

S C R I B B L E S

fandom- Harry Potter

pairing(s)- theodore nott

a/n: thank youu for requesting, ik this has been lying there forever and i am so sorry for not doing it sooner. I've been quite busy and lost my will to write for a while but i'm back and i love youu. I'll probably start writting these from the back and it'll take some time cause there are over seventy but not to fret, please continue requesting, i'll answer as soon as i'm able

requested- yes

warnings- hopeless romantic is all i have to say

Theodore nott was one to always jolt it down. it didnt matter if was a number, a lyric in the back of his head, people's conversations or random ingridients, he'd just write it down till all its memory was shifted to the ink of his quill.

but no matter how many times dear theo has scribbled your name down, he could'nt have peace from your thoughts for more than 27.43 minutes (which pansy volunatrily counted)

his notebook had your name scribbled everywhere, in different fonts, different colours of ink, in hearts, in his study notes, it was everywhere.

No matter how hard he tried, your name was the smallest echo in his head that never failed to catch his ears

"whatcha writtin down?" you'd ask every once in a while when you see him write down something relegiously. You did'nt want to know but it brought such joy watching the ever so mighty nott stumble and stutter making up an excuse for himself.

"none of your fuckin buisness"

h a l c y o n

fandom- outer banks

pairing(s)-rafe cameron

a/n: helloo my lovleys, let me see what I can do :) so I'm so sorry it took so long since I've been awfully caught up with my examinations, I feel pretty hyped up for this one so I'm hopeful this will reach you expectations and I do your plot justice tysmm for taking the time to request, ik i take time but I swear it makes my day when i see my inbox flooding. I'm swamped but I'm really trying, i promise requests are always open with love, tiya

playlist: the rafe cameron mindset

warnings- just tooth rottin fluff, overall a sweet drabble

Rafe that this old sofa in his room since forever. He just absolutely adored it to no ends even with its old covers and worn out figure. His favourite thing was to fall asleep on it in the afternoons with you. It was just so comfortable but not as grand or spacious like every other thing uou would find in their household. A lovely excuse to keep you closer cause he wouldn't want his girl to have a fall of the edge while they slept of. so what not a better safety precaution than his arm keeping you close.

Falling asleep for you was not as easy as flipping a switch, so instead you would prop up your head on a pillow with Rafe attached you your hip as you go through your reading assignment in plans to slowly nod off.

his head would be on your stomach with his hands wrapped around you and legs displaced by the small furniture.

With one hand flipping through the pages of your prescribed textbook the other one was lightly massaging his hair so he wouldn't stir up with your sudden movements.

"baby?"

"yeah rafe?"

"you smell really nice mhmm"

electric guitar w fred weasley

𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙘 𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙡

fandom- Harry Potter

pairing(s)- fred weasley

a/n: my favourite redhead, and i love the idea of this and tysm for requesting, p.s requests are open love, tiya :)

requested- yes

warnings- none i think-

you're on the bed in the Gryffindor boy's dormitory with fred. you're legs were sagged over fred's shoulders as you admired his pretty hands tuning his guitar. your pretty wannabe punk boy.

you wish he'd tune you like that. his soft hands fiddled with the strings running them up and down. you sat their flustered, how can someone manage to look so good?

he was making you feel electric godamnit.

shirtless with his overgrown hair put back with a hairband you found and his veins clearly shown was the view you had. abs flexing as they roamed the red electric guitar.

you feel a jolt as he pulls you down by your thigh falling not-so-angelically on to his lap as his guitar was now placed to his side.

fuck he looked prettier above me