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fandom- outer banks

pairing(s)-rafe cameron

a/n: heyya, so its been a while since I've done him and i was scrolling through Pinterest and i saw this trope and fell in love. amorist defines someone in love and it felt a perfect way to describe soft and mushy rafe. as always, my requests are always open for your thoughts and stories, with lots of love, tiya

playlist: the rafe cameron mindset

warnings- its just fluff, my soft rafe, denying kisses

Rafe Cameron had a lovely habit of always needing to keep his hands busy. He'd love fiddling to jerking his fingers wherever he could. But lately? he quite enjoyed braiding your hair.

Rafe and undid your ponytail and shook out your hair. He had finished up brushing it. He would do it with so much caution and care so you'd never feel an ounce of pain. He'd thread his hand through your hair ever so gently with his nimble fingers.

You had placed your head on his lap, engrossed in a movie while his skillfully played with strands of your hair. He wouldn't pay much attention to the screen since his thought always go back to your hair. he was enchanted and absolutely adored it. it was soft and just so pretty and satisfying to touch.

Rafe looked so pretty with all his concentration centered in making your hair look lovely. you just had to lean in for a kiss, just one.

you tipped your jaw to make contact with his face above yours just for him to shrug it off. he quickly placed a kiss to your cheek.

you had lips, it wouldn't hurt for him to notice once in a while. him and his stupid face.

"Shh, stop fussing baby. Lemme finish braiding your hair and I'll kiss you forever alright?"

Swish, brush, twine, swish, brush, twine, over and over again, your eyes began to droop as you tried to will yourself awake once more, but to no avail, you had fallen asleep in his arms, and when you'd woken from slumber, you found his arms wrapped around you, as he was fast asleep, two perfect braids sitting like a crown on your head.

𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙪𝙨 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠

fandom- Harry Potter

pairing(s)- sirius black

a/n: this isn't the best but it's something i wrote to one of my favourite side charcters. requests are open darlins luv, thai

requested- yes

warnings- none i think-

siri my babygirl, he knows he's fine. he knows he is god and he is it and forever will be it. periodt.

so ik he comes of as a major flert and he seems to be so smooth. And i gotta tell you, its no facade

HE IS ALL THAT, HE IS THE SHIT

sirius black is smooth, like SMMOOTH. he can get anyone and he's aware which gives him way too much power.

BUT, romantic attraction? never heard of it, he's got no rizz when it comes to you, which gets him annoyed and just in frustration

he is such a simp he just doesnt know how to show it yet, give my boi sometime okay?

but once he knows that you like him too, the game has been changed. flipped. uno reverse.

he gets back all his confidence and cockiness, he loves being the only one who could get your attention and he basked in your glory

basically attention whore

his favourite thing is trying to see someone get in with you and just watch how they all fail miserably. He's the type to try ship both of you together when he knows you want him

its just that level of confidence

He's just so aware where he stands and that no one could touch him.

this black is our daily dosage of goth jock and a hint of princess

you would do his liner and mascara obviously and the rings- let me die. He'd have these fancy metal rings oml

listen, just listen: him w pretty black acrylic nails w starts on em

he'd play you the guitar cause why not. I think he would be pretty into music and sing you love songs and that's a love language son.

would steel your tiny tops and wear em like crops and he'd look so hot in them godamn.

my man is a chaser so I'd think he'd be pretty athletic. He's got the hair and the abs dang

you cannot convince me that sirius didn’t bite you to show affection. either its as a dog or as a full ass boy tryna bite you.

would 100% fight over the dumbest stuff w u. just bickering and bickering and bickering. i believe you guys would be so much fun to hang out with mwahh

he'd want to lie on your lap while you read, listen to music w u, take you to quiditch games, he'd want too go on walks and take naps.

his bike- him riding that would be so hot that you wanna ride him like that

he's so good u wish u could ride him like dat

would do you to your favourite song heheh

*added to the friend group*

you have a leash for him to remiend him his place. your bitch

walk him like a dog sis

he's the one who thinks only with his heart. he may have a smol brain but he has a huge heart

and in the end of the day that's what you love the most

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

jealous malfoy please

j e a l o u s y

fandom- Harry Potter

pairing(s)- draco malfoy

a/n: okay so i'm kinda exited for this one. i took this out of something that happened when i liked this guy, though the last part is pure imagination because he's an arse and wont admit shit ,3. with love, tiya

requested- yes

warnings- unexperienced writer, suggestive lines in the end, not thoroughly edited

how could she sit there laughing and smiling so beautifully with him?

Draco Malfoy had no so gracefully hurt himself in quidditch, well atleast pretended very well to. As soon as he heard that you were in the great hall, he made up some ache so he he could find a peaceful place to rest with his teammates with absolutely no other intention in mind. ofcourse.

It was a lovley saturday and everyone was winding down from the extra classes to complete portions.

You were happy since a bit, a group of you were sitting in the great hall whiling away some time. You were sitting on a table with Fred on your right and Cho on your left. they were sharing food that they had stolen from the kitchen and having so much laughter and jokes shared between them, it killed Draco a little in the inside.

Draco was there, in the very same room as you.

don't look, don't look.

fuckin Weaselbee, she always talked about him, sat with him and everything, it drove him nuts. you were his, why didn't he understand that?

everyday we talked and it was us, no weasley or his gignatic forehead.

where did he pop up from?

everyone was dispersing, you were walking out the door when someone pulled you by your wrist. A hand pinned you to the wall while an other was on your waist.

oh fuck, you were done for

"could'nt even look at me love? did i fuck you that hard baby?"

A enemies to Friends to lovers with george weasley 😭💖?

s a f e a r m s

fandom- Harry Potter

pairing(s)- george weasley

a/n: tysmm for requesting agaainn, im sorry this took some time, i wasnt sure how to lead with this but i hope you're happy with how this turned out :)

p.s i love you and this literally has me giggling and smiling

requested- yes

warnings- none i hope

george weasley, the king with all his pride which no one could strip from him, all the cockiness no one could touch, the one so high from all, that no one would play against his will.

then why oh why was everything he had built for himself, his charm, his walls, his cool, all fumbling and crumbling beneath him when you arrived?

why did his heart flutter? or why did heat rise to his cheeks and why did he feel so weak to a pretty smile? you had every power over him and he despised you for it. he despised himself on how easily you could walk all over him and he'd say thank you. he could'nt fathom why he was so desperate for your attention even if it was for a mere second.

walking around the hallways in all his glory he'd immediatley caught you making her way. it was peak rush hour, everyone was squirming their way from one class to another and his girl had seemed to lost her footing

George sweeped in catching her from having a meet with the floor. her arms were hugging him. georgie took a second for him to teach himslef how to breathe again.

"the words are you're welcome" supplied george when your mouth lied open. george weasley had his arms swung around your waist having you pressed to his chest.

georgie didnt want to let go. he wanted to keep you pressed to him, his hands were everyone could see. he wanted to hold on forever and not let go.

"are you planning on letting go georgie?"

fuck. george was officially pudding after he heard georgie roll out of your mouth, he was fullfilled.

"so you can go and fall all over again? let them finish scavengering the halls or you'll become squash." how he managed to sound so confident and steady he didnt know?

maybe it had something to do with rodger holmes on the other side of the corridor, his face filled with jealousy. it gave georgie a kick. the girl he's been pinning for in georgie's arms, pressed against him whispering into eachother's ears. Holmes did not need to know what as long as he could see she was in her weasley's arms. it helped him establish his dominance. you were to be his even if you didnt know it yet, even if you'd thought him to be the cold hearted prankster, and rodger better sit the hell down.

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"