Remuslupingf - Fia

going out in a dress and jj gets all exited bc he has ‘easy access’ so obviously he pulls you aside and the first chance he gets only to find out it has built in shorts and now he’s threatening to kill himself

this is doing something to me .......

⋆ ౨ৎ ˚ ⟡ ˖ ࣪ sometimes this is all a girl needs. . .

OHHHHHH

time out - r.c

sometimes lamb!reader gets a little too tweaking out, even for rafe. so he has to take more unique measures to call you down.

rafe thought he was neurotic, but he quickly found out he has nothing on you. a storm, a stomachache, or a plain bad day was enough to send you into hysterics--hyperventilating and clutching your cross necklace while you rambled soft prayers to yourself.

it was so bad, sometimes rafe would hear you muttering to yourself in your sleep.. he thought it was useless, if god was out there he wasn't gonna heal your leg cramp while people were dying and starving, there was much bigger problems out there. so rafe figured it was up to him to take up the mantle, god wasnt here and he was the closest you were getting.

you were up again, pitter pattering around the room as you worked yourself into a frenzy.

"thought i told you to quit it? i got work to do and i can't get shit done with all this fuckin noise." he rubbed his temples in irritation, eyes flashing as you continued pacing.

"but-but i've been feeling anxious today and i just need to ask god to ease my worries-"

"how's that workin out for you?" rafe rudely cuts you you off, and you finally stop pacing.

"um--it hasn't."

he finally steps into the room, looming over you until you felt small and worthless below him, "then i think it's time to go in the time out room."

the time out room used to be sarahs, but rafe gutted it. any and everything that belonged to his sister was burned or buried so you could move in, and what was originally your sleeping area became the 'time out' room.

tucked into the corner, diagonal from your bed was a large cage, filled with pillows and blankets so you'd be comfortable, but still not quite tall enough for you to sit up.

you whimpered, looking back at him with pleading eyes, "do i have to go in?"

rafe doesn't say anything at first, he just pushes you forward until you fall to your knees, firmly kicking you in the ass until you began to crawl forward, "now you're getting extra time for talking back."

"but-"

"hey! be fuckin lucky i don't leave you here all night again, give me the phone." reluctantly he passes it to you, before slipping a pink 3ds between the bars, "relax okay? faster i get done, the faster you get the fuck outta here. now give me a kiss."

you sobbed softly, pressing your face against the cold metal as your pursed your lips, letting rafe give you a firm kiss, before he covered the cage with the blanket, and shut the lights off as he left.

hopefully he won't forget you in there tonight.

how’s the new layout ? !!!

how about

and hear me out

room mate! marauders who are obsessed with their shy roomate

oh trust me, hunny, i am hearing you. hope this is okay! shy gn!reader x poly!marauders

cw: nothing really, just fluff, reader is very flustered

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Your eyes were blurry as you shuffled into the sunny kitchen. You weren’t used to waking up to the curtains open and breakfast on the stove. You’d lived with people before of course, but none as lively as this bunch. You weren’t complaining, though, you were quickly warming to them, even though you had probably spoken a total of 50 words to your new housemates in the three weeks you had lived with them. Most of these words likely consisting of sorry, excuse me, thank you. 

They had been talking though. Ever since the day you met they had been treating you like their best friend. Not even that. They were all best friends. (Though you considered that wasn’t all, on more than one occasion you had caught Sirius with his head in James’ lap, or Remus’ legs swung over one of the other boys. You had also observed a fair number of kisses between the three boys). But rather, they treated you like something precious, like a porcelain doll they were begging to get a hold of.

That thought made you immediately think of the nickname Sirius (or ‘Pads’ as the boys occasionally called him) had stuck you with. 

“Hey, dollface! You sleep well?” The coal-haired boy looked like he was itching to beckon you under his arm, but resisted. You were thankful, not knowing if you could survive that.

“It was good.” You hummed, barely legible to James over the sound of his bacon sizzling. You padded over to the breakfast table, sitting one chair away from Sirius and his huge bowl of cereal. No sooner had you sat down when a steaming cup of coffee was placed in front of you by a spindly hand. 

“Here you go, dovey.” Remus sat in the chair between you and Sirius. 

“Oi, Moons. You’re blocking my view.” You turned in your chair to look behind you at the ‘view’ he was referring to, brows scrunching in confusion when all you saw was the archway. You heard a light chuckle from Remus and a snicker from Sirius as you whipped back around. The possible meaning dawned on you, making you his your heated face in your mug.

“Don’t torture the poor thing.” James scolded, giving a (what you were sure he believed was comforting) squeeze to your shoulder before he sat on your other side.

“I never tortured anyone.” Remus corrected from behind his morning paper, slowly eating a cup of berry-yogurt. “Collective punishment is a war crime, Prongs” 

“Leavin’ me to the wolves huh, Moons?” Sirius sassed, sipping on his coffee that was mostly just cream and sugar. 

“Oh trust me, I’m sure we all know how much you’d love to be left to the wolf.” James smirked, clearly in on a joke that you had no idea about. He abandoned his teasing to turn to you, fixing a horribly kind look that made your tummy turn to mush. “There is some bacon and eggs on the stove for breakfast, but I’m sure Sirius would let you into his cereal.” 

“There’s also yogurt.” Remus looked pointedly to his near-empty cup. 

“Oh no, I’m okay. I could never take your food. I’m not hungry anyway.” You muttered into your mug. 

“You’ve gotta eat somethin’ babydoll. Can’t have you skipping meals.” Sirius had a playful, if not protective tilt to his tone. 

“I’ll find somethin’ don’t worry.” You scrubbed your bleary eyes with irritated cadence, still on the brink of sleep despite the warm caffeine swirling in your system. Thick fingers wrapped around your wrist to pull your offending hand away. 

“Gentle, sweetheart.” James scolded lightly. “Gonna hurt yourself like that.” He squeezed your hand before letting it go but it felt oddly like your face and your lungs were being squeezed as well. If this was the boys normal, you weren’t sure if you were going to survive. 

You mumbled a sorry looking at the mahogany table like it held the meaning of life, or the extra hour of sleep you desperately craved. 

“What’ve we told you? You say sorry too much, sweet thing. It’s like, your favorite word or something.” Sirius laughed, slurping down his cereal milk and licking his chops. You bit back another apology and rubbed your eyes again, though much more gentle this time. James cooed in sympathy. 

“You still sleepy?” He rubbed your back again, which made you both more heated and more drowsy. 

“Yeah.” You hummed, shamefaced as you played with the hem of your oversized t-shirt. You were thankful that you were still too shy to not wear long pants around them, because they would definitely be able to tell how tensed your legs were. Remus set his paper down.

“Do you have work today, love?” 

“No, ‘s my day off.” James grinned at that, but Sirius spoke up. 

“Happy coincidence! It’s ours too.” He grinned. “How about we all watch something? We can put something on in the lounge room and you can catch a bit of sleep on the settee?” He suggested. You shrunk at the thought of sleeping in front of them, but weren’t opposed to the idea.

“We’ll make sure to wake you up so you don’t sleep the day away.” James added, still rubbing your back. You were easily convinced. 

“Okay, that does sound nice.” Barely above a whisper. 

“We can all have a big lunch when you get up, too. Maybe we could go out?” Remus suggested as he led you gently to the living room. You tried to make your way to the armchair, but you were tugged to the couch. 

“That won’t be comfy, dollface. Here you go.” Sirius sat on the settee close to one arm, Remus by the other. Sirius pulled you between them while James sat on the floor and you whined in protest. 

“No, I’ll move. You sit here, James.”

Remus swore that was the loudest he had ever heard you speak. 

“No, I’m good right here. Thanks though, sweetness.” James reassured. He was sat in the middle, though rather close to Remus so the mousy boy could reach out with one hand and scratch James’ scalp, roving his long fingers through the thick curls. You were so distracted that you were startled when Sirius tugged on you again, maneuvering your head onto a pillow that laid on his lap. You tensed before relaxing into his warmth. You tucked your legs into yourself as Remus covered you with a blanket before going back to loving on James. 

“There you go, baby. That feel nice?” Sirius said, unfamiliarly soft as he stroked your hair, hand a welcome warmth on your scalp. 

Baby. Baby. Baby.

It would surprise you if you woke up from this nap. Your heart had nearly stopped on the spot.