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i love being a multi-shipper because yes, everybody fucked everybody and they all lived happily ever after
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Anonymous asked:
hi! could i play roulette? number 24 from the acts of service list with barty?
and congratulations on 7k!! if anyone deserves it- it's you, i absolutely adore everything you write 🫶🏻🫶🏻
thank you so much, doll! & thanks for playing! <33
Barty Crouch Jr x Potter!reader who needs a glass of water [542 words]
CW: ²⁴⁾ getting up in the middle of the night to fetch them water, fem!reader, one [false] sexual insinuation, Barty @ Potter manor, Barty's about as soft as he's ever been in this tbh, nightmares, fluff
Barty was just beginning to think he could get used to this when he was suddenly not the only one in the kitchen anymore.
“Oh gods, you’re everywhere.” Regulus jokes as he joins him in the Potter’s kitchen, procuring himself a plate before pursuing the fridge for leftovers. “You alright?”
“Yeah, actually.” Barty admits, finding himself surprised by how true that is and how willing he is to admit it. “I…I think I really like it here.”
“You’re surprised?” Regulus laughs, though there doesn’t seem to be any judgement in his tone. “Your favourite person is here, after all.”
Barty laughs, too, feeling far lighter than he has…well…perhaps ever. “Fair enough.”
“Are you gonna stay?” Regulus asks as he jumps up to perch the counter whilst his food heats up.
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Anonymous asked:
so since we all clearly know James is a bottom, who do you think would be the most pathetic bottom from most to least?
OK yk what? this might be controversial but I'm gonna speak my truth:
I don't think James is a very pathetic bottom, because he's just so good at it; he does it so frequently that he knows the rules, he get's it; don't have to ask him twice! the goodest boy, arguably one of the least pathetic bottoms
Evan would put up a good fight and find some way to be telling you what to do from underneath; a power bottom if I've ever seen one. not very pathetic at all.
I think Sirius is bratty as fuck; running his damn mouth the whole time which forces the top to have to push him harder, leaving him moderately pathetic.
I see Lily as moderate - not too pathetic, not too high strung. goldilocks bottom, if you will
For Barty, I think it depends who's topping. Evan or Remus? You'll get 50/50 pathetic and bratty. Sirius? You're getting 100% brat. Treasure??? pathetic; wants to be a good boy so bad
with our darling reader, I think Regulus has the potential to be really pathetic tbh; once he finally gives up control, he's the whiniest little bottom I ever did see.
the major way I can see Remus bottoming is following a full. this 👏 man 👏 is 👏 pathetic!! arguably the most pathetic bottom. I will be taking no questions at this time
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you are going on a blind date that pinterest set up for you, find out who will be the lucky one and how the evening will end 💌
on pinterest search the following topics and post the first pin that will show up in each category
fictional character. date night. gift. outfit. dessert. love quote.
tysm lyssy for the tag this is so pretty!! @bloodstainedsapphic
Oooo how cute! Mine turned out kinda random lol
thank you so much for the tag, celeste ୨ৎ i love yours (manifesting this for you) and you ♡
pinterest really said "here, have a romcom."
I am very happy with this, thanks for the tag!!
npt: @suugarbabe @musingsofahufflepuff @lexiiscorect @nislame @nightsmarish @sensationalstardust @butt3rnugg3t @jemssafespace & anyone else who wants to play!
ahhh! sorry this took so long, this is so cute! thank you for the tag elle!
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ofc you know im gonna request something for the celebration. CONGRATS ELLE YOU DESERVE IT!!! 7k is SO huge and im SO proud of you.
okay so im gonna do roulette, prompts 9 and 36 from the domestic list with remus my beloved 🫶.
again so so proud of you lovely 😚
you're so sweet, thank you!! and thanks for playing <3
Remus Lupin x gn!reader whose candle gets broken [638 words]
CW: no gender markers used for reader but Remus calls you 'dove', slight miscommunication at first, apologizing, angst-lite with a happy ending, hurt/comfort
“Dove?” Remus tries, leaning against the door frame. “I’m sorry.”
You let out a breath that sounds like it wants to be a sob but simply comes out as a sigh instead. “S’alright.”
His foot itches to breach the threshold of your shared bedroom but he doesn’t dare after having technically been banished from the bedroom.
“It’s not alright though,” he murmurs; heart aching on your behalf, “you’re upset.”
“It can be alright even if I am upset.”
A desperate sound emanates from Remus’ chest and he forces himself over the threshold; earlier banishment be damned at the first sign of your voice wobbling.
Remus bends down behind you – knees cracking audibly on his way down – as he carefully pulls you into his arms.
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Anonymous asked:
Hi Elle! May I please play roulette with tasm Peter and ⁵⁵⁾ a dusty attic? Thanks for doing this fun celly!
I've been dying to do this one! thank youuu <3
tasm!Peter Parker x fem!reader who helps Aunt May clean out the attic [950 words]
CW: Peter's a conspiracy theorist in this, fluff/humour
Peter’s face falls as he crawls through the window of your shared apartment to find it empty, save your geriatric cat who barely manages to lift his head up at the sound of Peter’s arrival. In fairness to Peter, the cat’s face seems to fall too; blinking dismally when he realizes it’s merely the spare human before lowering his chin back onto his paws and returning to his late afternoon nap on the back of the couch.
“It’s nice to see you too, O’Malley.” Peter teases, offering the cat a scritch between the ears that he doesn’t even blink for. “Where’s your mom, huh?”
O’Malley turns out to be of little help in finding you, so Peter figures now’s as good a time as any to drop in and check on Aunt May.
His face falls a second time when he pushes his way through the door to Aunt May’s to a seemingly empty house.
“Hello?”
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saw someone in a different fandom of mine do this so i’m bringing it over here 🤭😌
what kind of reader are you? link is here
basically I love an emotion tug in my reading 💀
Whoa this was so cool, and not what I expected at all! Thanks for the tag 🫶
npt: @unstablereader @honeycaksy @iamgonnagetyouback @butt3rnugg3t @nislame @lexiiscorect & anyone else who wants to play!
OMG my first tag chain!! thank you elle!
these results are so accurate omg
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Anonymous asked:
Roulette: acts of service no. 33
I saw nothing is so good. Can we get the same dynamic, perhaps a continution with tasm parker and his no-boundaries roomate? Please and thank you.
this was a very sneaky way of asking for a part two to a fic; I respect it. thank you for playing!! <33
Peter Parker x roommate!reader who patches him up [896 words] p1 | p2
CW: ³³⁾ patching up their injuries, roommate!reader has no boundaries, no gender markers used for reader but it is suggested that the reader owns/wears lingerie, admitting to having sexual thoughts about one another
Peter should have known better than to close his eyes and let his guard down now that you are home, but he can’t deny that you’ve always felt like home to him.
He’s paying the price for that now.
You no sooner change out of your work clothes before you’re joining him on the couch; sitting down with a great, heaving sigh and throwing your head back to rest on his abdomen as you so often do.
He hisses in pain.
The sound has hardly left his lips before you’re sitting up and taking a survey of his frame. “What? What is it? What’d I do?”
Peter tries to laugh, though it quickly turns into a groan. “I hardly think you’re the one who whacked me with a tire iron, are you?”
“Someone whacked you with a tire iron?” You all but shriek, giving Peter no time to come up with a quippy response before you’re yanking his shirt up in an attempt to disrobe him.
“Hey hey hey, whoa, what happened to buying me dinner first?” Peter grumbles, hardly helping you in your feat as you force the t-shirt over his head.
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dad!Tangerine x reader
Summary: You and your baby talk to Tangerine when he's away at work.
Genre: Fluff with a pinch of angst
Warnings: mentions of death, cursing
Your shirt smells like baby food and your hair is a mess, but your baby boy has finally fallen asleep for his mid-day nap. He's not in his crib, instead he's lying on your husband's side of the bed, his fists curled into the bedsheets. He's snoring lightly and luckily the sound of your macbook ringing doesn't wake him—he'd fussed himself into exhaustion.
"Hi," you whisper, seeing Tangerine adjust the camera on his end. He curses, turning on the lamp beside him so you can see him properly. He's in yet another hotel room.
Your expression falls when you see his lip is swollen. "T—what happened?" you ask.
"Nothin' for ya to worry your pretty little head about," your husband smiles and wipes some blood from his chin.