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omgrachwrites · 9 months

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Carnival - Dalton Lambert

Pairing: Dalton Lambert x Reader

Summary: You and Dalton attend the Halloween carnival together and in turn face both of your fears.

Warnings: fluff, so much fluff, probs ooc Dalton

A/N: I love writing for Dalton so much! This is a chapter from my upcoming Dalton fic 'Lie to Me,' I've turned it into a one shot so the actual chapter is gonna be a little different. Hope you guys enjoy and please let me know what you think! I love you all xxx

The atmosphere on campus was excitable, everyone was getting ready for the Halloween carnival, and you were no different. Your roommate, Chris leaned against the doorframe as you finished getting ready for the carnival.

You met her gaze in the mirror and grinned, “can I help you with something?”

“Why are you doing this, Y/N?”

You frowned at her as you applied a layer of your favourite lipstick, “what do you mean?”

“You’re going to the carnival with Dalton? When you could go with anybody else, Y/N you can get anyone you want at this school.”

You bit your lip and turned to face your roommate, “I like Dalton,” and it was true, you did like him. He was so different from anyone else.

“He’s my best friend, Y/N. When you break his heart it’s me that’s going to have to pick up the pieces.”

“When?” you glared at her, “Chris, I’m not some heartless bitch, I’m not going to hurt him.”

Before Chris could reply, the boy in question knocked on the doorframe and you smiled at him as he came into view. He looked so handsome in a button down shirt and his long hair was loose and wavy.

“Hey, you look great,” he grinned, a flush spreading out onto his cheeks and the bridge of his nose.

You smiled as you grabbed your jacket, “thanks! So do you.”

Chris looked between you and Dalton and rolled her eyes, “ugh, I’ll meet you guys there.”

For the end of October, the weather was pretty good, it was breezy but not cold. It was a bit of a walk from the university to the ground where the carnival was being held so you contented yourselves by making light conversation. You spoke about your classes, his Art classes and your Criminal Justice classes. In the light of day, he looked so tired and you hoped that his classes weren’t wearing him out.

Finally, the smell of funnel cakes and popcorn, coupled with laughter and screams of delight were carried on the brisk October wind. You and Dalton smiled at each other as you walked into the carnival.

“I love funnel cake,” Dalton grinned.

“Me too,” you looked wistfully over at the stall before turning to the handsome boy at your side, “but rides first?”

He laughed and pushed his long hair back with his hand, “that’s a good idea, what do you want to go on first?”

You looked around, trying to decide before you gasped and clutched at his sleeve, “please, can we go on the ghost train?” you pointed over to it.

Dalton bit his lip as his gaze followed where you were pointing. It looked as though he was going to refuse – he had a strange look on his face – but he nodded with a sweet smile, “sure, let’s go.”

You grabbed his hand, smiling up at him when he linked your fingers together as you walked over to the ghost train. He refused to look at you, keeping his eyes firmly fixed on the grass but you didn’t miss the way a flush spread across his cheeks. As soon as you walked into the pitch black to wait for the ride Dalton’s grip on your hand tightened and he pulled you closer to him but you didn’t think anything of it.

The ghost train was pretty good, it had the cheesy cheap thrills that you loved but there were moments that actually made you jump. Dalton seemed to be on edge the whole way round, he bounced his leg and his hand was still clutching yours, gripping tighter when there was a jump scare.

“Hey,” you whispered, “are you okay?”

He nodded, “yeah,” he whispered back, “I’m just a little jumpy,” you nodded and didn’t push it but you noticed how relieved he was when you left the darkness of the ghost train and suggested a roller coaster.

After a few exhilarating roller coasters you both walked towards the food stalls still hand in hand, “so, what’s your favourite ride?” you asked.

“Um, it’s kind of lame,” he laughed, “but when my mom and dad were still together we’d all go on the Ferris Wheel together, and it was perfect. So, I guess it’s the Ferris Wheel,” he flushed, you’d very rarely heard him speak about his parents, it did seem like he didn’t like talking about them much. He looked back at you with a grin, “you want to come on it with me?”

You bit your lip and looked away from him, feeling silly, “I’m terrified of heights,” you looked back at Dalton who gave you a confused look, “I’m alright on roller coasters because they’re over so quick but I can’t think of anything worse than being suspended in the air in a metal wheel,” you shuddered, “I’m sorry Dalton.”

Dalton shook his head and gave you a kind smile, “you don’t have to apologise for anything, Y/N. Come on, let’s get some food.”

On the way to the stalls, you ran into Chris and stopped to speak with her while Dalton walked ahead to get the food, “did I see you guys coming out of the ghost train earlier?”

“Yeah, so what?” you asked.

Chris laughed, “how did you persuade him? Did you have to kiss him?” when Chris saw that you had no idea what she was going on about, she carried on, “he’s terrified of the dark, when we were roommates briefly he had to plug a nightlight in. He must really like you, Y/N.”

“Really?” you asked, not sure if you should believe her. Chris nodded with a smirk on her face, you glanced up to see Dalton walking towards you with the food and a warm smile on his face. You instantly felt bad, if Dalton could get over his fear for you then surely you could do the same for him. You smiled at him as he greeted Chris and you thanked him for the food, “okay, I’ll come on the Ferris Wheel with you.”

Dalton raised an eyebrow and he frowned, “we don’t have to, Y/N.”

“No, no. I want to, Dalton,” you smiled at him before you could second guess yourself. You hardly tasted the food as you and Dalton walked through the carnival, you couldn’t keep your eyes off the huge metal wheel, it seemed crazy that you would soon be up there.

As you queued up for the wheel, Dalton’s hold on your hand tightened and he pulled you closer again but it was wildly different to how he had held you in the queue of the ghost train. It was his turn to comfort you. When you got to the front you thought your legs would stop working but miraculously you managed to follow him and sit down in one of the seats. You jolted as the wheel began to move slowly.

“You’re okay, Y/N. I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”

You nodded and gave him a shaky smile, “thank you.”

Your heart thumped wildly in your chest as the Ferris Wheel creaked and you slowly moved towards the apex. Dalton grinned as he looked over at the view and you felt brave enough to lean over him and take in the scene below, the people down below looked like ants and the clouds seemed so close. Dalton’s presence was so comforting that you even managed to relax as the wheel stopped at the top.

“Are you okay?”

You nodded, “yeah, I think I am, thank you for being so great about this,” you laughed nervously.

Dalton shook his head and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, “you don’t have to thank me, Y/N,” he grinned and you noticed just how pretty his eyes were and you noticed the different tones of blue.

With a flush you leaned up and kissed his cheek, Dalton didn’t have the chance to react to your kiss because the wheel began moving again and you squeaked as you jolted. Dalton laughed, giving you an apologetic look as the ride moved back to solid ground, to which you were thankful for.

As you both met up with Chris at the end of the ride she smirked and held up her phone, “oh you guys are just adorable,” she laughed as she showed you both the pictures she took.

You both laughed at the picture of you looking scared, your eyes wide, nearly bulging out of your head. Dalton stopped laughing abruptly and looked at you with a flush as Chris flicked to the picture of you kissing his cheek.

Chris smirked, “come on, I’m still hungry. Let’s go to the diner down the road.”

#fluff #dalton #dalton lambert #dalton lambert x reader #dalton x reader #reader x dalton #reader x dalton lambert #insidious #insidious 5 #insidious the red door #reader insert

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froshellayton · 4 months

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#professor layton #foshel #dalton #mail

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ducktracy · 5 months

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#(yes i already forgot one!)#looney tunes #mel yell #polls #tumblr polls #lt #a sunbonnet blue #count me out #avery #hardaway #dalton

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ayz0 · 11 months

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i posted my OC Dalton yesterday and ppl seemed to like them so now i'm giving them a friend :)

#i havent drawn daycare attendant in months and suddenly my style is different. i like it tho #sun n moon #fnaf moon #moondrop #dalton #ocs

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bihanarms · 10 months

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The Artist's Secrets : DaltonxReader

warning spoilers ahead.

pov: You and Dalton are in the same art class at the university, and you notice that he has been behaving strangely lately.

Dalton and [Name] were two classmates at the university, sharing a common interest in visual arts. They regularly attended art classes together with their demanding and passionate professor, Ms. Armagan. It was during these moments of creativity that they discovered each other, exchanging ideas, supporting and inspiring one another.

But one day, as they immersed themselves in their painting project during class, Dalton suddenly found his hand covered in blood. The pain was evident on his face, but he remained mysteriously silent. [Name], alerted by the situation, felt a wave of concern rising within her. She knew Dalton as an introspective and reserved person, but something seemed different this time. He appeared lost, adrift in a world she couldn't comprehend.

Approaching him discreetly, she gently placed her hand on his shoulder. "Dalton, are you okay?" she murmured, her gaze filled with genuine concern.

Dalton averted his gaze, seeming hesitant to respond. Finally, in a calm but slightly trembling voice, he said, "It's nothing, just an accident."

However, [Name] could sense that there was more to it, something deeper troubling him. She knew it couldn't be just a mere accident.

"Dalton..." she replied softly, insisting that he share what was troubling him. "What's really going on? You can tell me. You know I can read you like a book."

"Just that..." he began, but was interrupted by their professor. "End of class. See you all tomorrow at the same time!" she announced, signaling for everyone to leave the room.

"Sorry, I have to go. See you tomorrow," said the troubled young man before hastily gathering his belongings and exiting the room.

[Name] let out a long sigh before gathering her own things and leaving the class.

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The next day, at the same time, as the visual arts class was coming to an end, Professor Armagan had left the room, leaving Dalton and [Name] alone. The room was calm and peaceful, bathed in the gentle light of the setting sun streaming through the large windows.

[Name] turned her mischievous gaze towards Dalton and remarked, "Well, Dalton, I didn't expect to see you at the frathouse party yesterday..."

Dalton, surprised, let out a genuine laugh. "Well, it was more of a friend who dragged me there... to make fun of them, you know. Anyway, if you saw me there, it means you were there too. So, any defense for yourself?"

[Name] shook her head, a playful smile on her lips. "No, no, I'm not the kind of person who enjoys those kinds of parties. I was only there to pick up my brother. Believe me, I usually hate them. I'm relieved you didn't go there just to have fun with those people... so, how was it, then?"

Dalton seemed confused when [Name] asked about the fraternity party. His face briefly froze, revealing a hint of worry that she noticed immediately. Intrigued, she sought to learn more, wanting to understand what troubled him.

"Are you sure you're okay lately?" she asked in a gentle voice, her eyes scanning his for answers.

He averted his gaze, seeming hesitant to share the truth. "It's... it's complicated, [Name]. I'd really prefer not to talk about it."

The enigmatic tone of his response only heightened [Name]'s suspicions. She remembered the moment she had seen him with his hand covered in blood the day before. Perhaps there was a connection to what troubled him now.

"Dalton, I can't help but notice how distant you've been lately... Does it have something to do with what happened yesterday? I mean, I was genuinely concerned to see you like that, well, I mean, you've always been a weird guy, but not to this extent normally, so I'm a bit worried," she finished with a semi-smile.

Dalton felt a mix of surprise and concern reflected in [Name]'s expression. She had made a lighthearted remark earlier, but now she realized that something much more serious was troubling him. She approached him gently, placing her hand on his, seeking to reassure him.

"Dalton, I won't think you're crazy, believe me. I'm here for you, no matter what you have to say. You can trust me, and even though we haven't known each other for long, I have this strong feeling that you need support right now," she said in a comforting voice.

Dalton felt overwhelmed by a mixture of emotions as he watched [Name] provide such comforting support. A glimmer of relief began to spread within him, giving him the strength to continue.

"For some time now, I've been seeing... things," he began, his voice filled with uncertainty. "I know it may sound crazy, but I can't ignore it. Visions, apparitions... I'm not exactly sure what it is, but it frightens me."

[Name] held his hand in hers, offering silent support as she listened attentively. She understood that he was going through a period of confusion and uncertainty, and she was determined to help him understand what was happening.

"Dalton, please, I told you, I won't think you're crazy," she said gently. "There's always an explanation, even if it seems strange or hard to understand. Tell me more."

Dalton felt a surge of gratitude enveloping him as he listened to [Name]'s comforting words. He felt that he could trust her, even though they had only known each other for a short time. There was something reassuring and familiar about her presence.

"There's something else I need to tell you," Dalton continued, his voice filled with emotion. "I don't remember the year I turned ten. My parents claim I was in a coma, but... I no longer believe them. I have this feeling that there's more to the story."

[Name] tightened her grip on Dalton's hand, encouraging him to continue.

"I can see things that others can't," Dalton confessed, his voice slightly trembling. "I can travel to another world... a world where I can see the dead, I think. But I'm not completely sure about all of this."

As Dalton shared his most intimate thoughts, he felt the support and reassuring presence of [Name]. Her comforting gestures, like the gentle rubbing of his hand, eased the fears that plagued him.

"Listen, if you need me to accompany you, I can be there, okay? You seem like a genuinely good person, and on top of that, you're one of the few people I've really connected with since starting college," [Name] said with determination. "We'll search for answers, we'll understand what's happening. You're not alone, okay?"

The words from [Name] resonated deeply within Dalton. In this moment of shared vulnerability, he felt heard, understood, and supported.

"Thank you, but you don't have to," he replied.

"Hey, listen, I'll be there, okay? I'll give you my phone number, my room is not far from yours, and if there's anything, don't hesitate to send me a message or call. Let's say I'm a night owl!

#dalton #dalton lambert #insidious #insidious5 #insidious the red door #ty simpkins #ty simpkins x reader #dalton x reader #dalton lambert x reader

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dynamitedragon · 6 months

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Honestly this has been on my mind for so long

Sorry if I didn’t include your favorite! Tell me who I missed in the tags. And I wanna hear why you picked who you picked~

#bobs burgers #lgbt #lgbtq #lgbt bobs burgers #bobs burgers characters #poll #bob #art #marshmallow #dalton #Douglas #duval #little king trashmouth #miss triple x-mass #Mr Ambrose #Nat Kinkle #Peggy #Theresa Shaw

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unteriors · 3 months

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E Elm Street, Dalton, Nebraska.

#Dalton #Nebraska

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salteytakesonmanga · 8 months

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Instead of any of the emotions that were hinted at on the previous page, Hiriluk is crying with relief.

Once again, a scene with the castle doesn’t get a DON. There’s enough impact in Hiriluk’s words that there was no need to add a sound effect. Hiriluk’s words here are so important to this whole arc that adding a DON risked overpowering them.

#one piece #op ch145 #saltey takes on one piece #hiriluk #dalton #wapol #technically

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livinlavidalalo · 2 years

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The BCS cast: I'll miss you so much 😭😭 It's all over 😭😭 I'm devastated 😭😭 Can't believe this is the end 😭😭

Tony:

#Tony Dalton #Tony #Dalton #Lalo Salamanca #Lalo #Salamanca #BCS #Better Call Saul #happy for him though fr

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editfandom · 1 month

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Dalton - Road House, 2024

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omgrachwrites · 8 months

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You're My Person - Dalton Lambert

Pairing: Dalton Lambert x Reader

Warnings: mentions of sex, angst, fluff

Summary: Everything falls apart when Dalton realises your whole relationship was built on a lie.

A/N: This is a pretty long one, it ended up being quite fluffy but I hope that makes the angst hurt more! I know that pledging happens before you join a sorority but for the sake of the plot I've changed it up! My requests are back open so if you'd like to request something or if you want to just scream about Dalton with me my asks are always open! I hope you guys enjoy this and please let me know what you think, I love you all! xxx

You were studying in your dorm room, a text book was open on the bed in front of you as you read the text, you weren’t going to remember all of this. One of your hands was running through your boyfriend’s hair, lightly scratching with your nails. He groaned from where he lay in your lap. Dalton began fiddling with his fingers as he rested his hands on his stomach. He was getting fidgety and you knew exactly what he wanted.

“Y/N,” he whined as he leaned up to kiss your neck, working his way up to your cheek, leaving sweet little kisses against your skin.

“Hmm?” you hummed, barely feeling his soft lips as you read through the text on the page.

He said your name again as he looked up at you with pure love shining in his blue eyes, “you’re like, really beautiful,” he murmured.

You laughed as you looked down at him, his face was flushed and his bottom lip was captured between his teeth, his long hair splayed around his head like a halo. He looked so good, “and you’re needy.”

He groaned as he blushed an even deeper shade of pink as he threw an arm over his eyes, “can you blame me?” he uncovered his eyes to peek up at you, “can you blame me when you’re my girlfriend?” he looked up at you with puppy dog eyes.

Dalton was shy so you knew that he wouldn’t come out and tell you he needed you. You leaned down and kissed him softly, he sighed against your lips and when he tried to deepen the kiss you pulled away with a smirk, “if I can just get through this page, I’ll make you feel good, okay?”

“Okay,” he replied in a small voice.

About 15 minutes went by and the only sound in the room was the scratching of your pen as you made your notes.

Dalton spoke up, making you pause, “thank you for being so cool, about me not wanting to come to the party.”

You looked down at him, “baby, I know how much you hate those parties, I’d never force you to come.”

People would say that you and Dalton were an odd pairing, you were an extroverted sorority girl who loved to party. Dalton however, was an introverted artist who couldn’t think of anything worse than frat parties. You decided to live off campus but not in the sorority house though, you hated living with a load of people, especially girls.

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too angel,” you grinned.

Dalton was very patient while you finished off your studying and when you gave him what he wanted he was very eager. A little later, you and Dalton were breathless and spent as he leaned his head against your chest while you ran a hand through his hair. He hummed slightly at your touch as he closed his eyes and you wrapped your arms around him tighter.

“Do you want to stay the night? My roommate is staying with her boyfriend.”

Dalton sighed, “I would love to but me and Chris have our weekly pizza night thing,” you giggled, loving how close they were.

Dalton stayed for a little while before he really did have to go, he gave you a sweet kiss as he left. He walked down the darkening streets with his hands shoved in his pockets, feeling on top of the world after spending some time with you. As he walked past the sorority house he saw your best friend typing on her phone. He mustered up all the courage he had in order to speak to her. He had never met her before but he didn’t want to be rude, he was certain you would have told your best friend about the relationship.

“It’s Abby, right?” he spoke quietly.

The red headed girl looked up at him, a look of disinterest on her face, “yeah,” she raised an eyebrow, “who wants to know?”

He was a little taken aback by the cold tone of her voice but he continued all the same, “I’m Dalton?” it came out as more of a question, “Y/N’s boyfriend.”

At his words, Abby’s eyes widened in surprise as she smirked slightly, “oh, so she chose you did she? Hmm, I must say that she didn’t really try did she? I mean, you look like the type of boy who would fall in love with her if she did so little as smile at you. Have you had sex yet?”

Dalton’s mouth dropped open at her question, “I’m sorry but how is that any of your business?” he really had no idea what she was talking about, her words were awfully cryptic.

Her smirk widened, “talk to Y/N about it, my Uber’s here,” she gestured at the car pulling up, “goodnight, Dalton.”

School was so busy in the days to follow so between finals and family life you didn’t have the time to see Dalton as much as you would like. Finally, you both had some time to have dinner and a movie, you would be staying at Dalton’s dorm that night. There was something up with Dalton, you could tell. Dalton had always been a clingy boyfriend – not that you had ever minded – but it seemed as though something was wrong.

He’d hardly touched you at all and he was offering one word answers to your questions, it was like your first date all over again. Finally, you couldn’t take it anymore and you had to speak up.

“Dalton, what’s wrong?”

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, “I’m sorry.”

You shook your head as you gave him a sweet quick kiss, “you don’t have to apologise, I just want to know what’s on your mind.”

“I saw your friend, Abby, the other night and she kinda said something weird.”

You paused and turned to look at your boyfriend, “what did she say?”

Dalton shrugged, “she asked if we’d had sex yet and she said something about the fact that you weren’t really trying. I dunno, she was being really cryptic.”

You sighed and bit your lip, you had to tell him the truth, you wished that you could keep it a secret but he would find out sooner or later. It was better if he heard it from you.

“There was a requirement, after we joined the sorority, like some sort of pledge,” you began as you fiddled with your fingers and Dalton nodded at you to continue, “we had to sleep with a virgin, be their first time.”

Dalton huffed out a laugh, clearly thinking that you were joking, when he realised you weren’t, his eyes widened as he put two and two together, “that frat party where we met,” he mumbled, looking hurt, “the one that me and Chris went to. You were so nice.”

“Dalton,” you started and rushed forwards but he held up a hand to stop you.

“Is this what I was the whole time? Just some stupid game?” his forehead was creasing as tears filled his blue eyes.

“What? No, of course not!” you sighed, “at first, yeah you were just a tool to complete the requirement but as we spent more time together, I fell for you, Dalton. I wanted to stop it.”

“Did you? Did you even try to stop it?” when you said nothing, he scoffed, “how did you even know that I was a virgin?”

“I heard you having the conversation with Chris and it was kind of obvious, the way you reacted when we met.”

Tears were now streaked down Dalton’s cheeks and you felt your heart break, “I wanted my first time to be special, you’re my first proper girlfriend, you know,” he let out a hollow laugh.

“Dalton,” you reached for him and he backed away, “let’s talk about this. This doesn’t have to be a big deal,” as soon as the words left your lips you knew that you’d said the wrong thing.

Dalton’s face completely shut down and there was a cold look in his eyes that you’d never seen before, “it doesn’t have to be a big deal? Y/N, our whole relationship is built on a lie! Although, I guess its partially my fault, I didn’t listen to Chris when she said it was a mistake. You hurt me, Y/N and you don’t get to decide you didn’t just because you feel guilty.”

He looked angry now, with tears streaming down his cheeks and your heart twisted with guilt and pain, “I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry? You obliterated my heart and all you can say is sorry? Tell me something, would you have even looked at me twice if I wasn’t part of your little game?”

You decided that lying to him again would not be the best course of action so you settled for the truth, “no,” you whispered, “probably not,” you would have thought he was cute, but back then you were way too shallow. You wouldn’t have got to know him if you hadn’t had to, Dalton had changed you.

He scoffed and shook his head, momentarily squeezing his eyes shut, allowing more tears to fall, then his face completely changed. He clutched at his hair but there was no expression on his face, “you know what, it’s alright,” he shrugged and you frowned, “everything is temporary, I guess this was just one of those things.”

Your heart broke as your tears fell and you felt a pressure behind your eyes as you realised what he was saying, “are you breaking up with me?”

Dalton swallowed as he looked up at you, a pained look on his face, “yes, I thought I’d found my person, but Y/N, you’re not her,” he sniffled.

“Dalton, please,” you whispered.

He shook his head, “I need you to go, please leave,” he opened the door to his dorm.

With silent tears escaping your eyes, you grabbed your stuff and walked to the door, stopping in the doorway, “I’m so sorry, Dalton, I never meant to hurt you,” he refused to look at you but you heard a choked sob escape his mouth as he closed the door.

That night and every night after for about a week you cried yourself to sleep, wishing that you hadn’t been so shallow. The texts and calls to Dalton stopped after a couple of days when you realised he wasn’t going to answer. One day, there was a knock on your door and your spirits lifted a tad, hoping it’d be Dalton. You pulled the door open to find Chris behind it, holding a cardboard box.

“You look terrible,” she commented, “way worse than Dalton and I didn’t even think that was possible.”

“How is he?”

“You broke his heart, Y/N, how do you think he is? I want to kick your ass right now but you look miserable enough. But, I’m not here to talk about Dalton, I came to drop off the stuff you left in his dorm, he obviously didn’t want to do it himself.”

You nodded sadly as you let her in, you ran around your apartment gathering up his things, and as you opened a drawer you saw the oversized baseball shirt that you liked to sleep in. You left it where it was and handed Chris the stuff.

“I never meant to hurt him, Chris.”

“But you did. Nothing is ever gonna change that.”

A few weeks later, you were in the library and you crossed paths with Dalton. His eyes were red and his long hair was messy but he looked as beautiful as ever, “Dalton,” you breathed.

He laughed a little as he nodded at your – his – shirt, “I was wondering where that had gone.”

“Yeah, um, I’m sorry. I’ll give it back.”

Dalton waved away your words, “no need, it always looked better on you anyway,” he smiled weakly, “I heard you left the sorority. Why?”

“Because nothing is worth losing you over,” you sighed.

Dalton bit his lip, “can I ask you something?” when you nodded, he continued, “was our – my – first time real? Did it mean anything to you?”

You nodded, “it meant everything to me, by then it wasn’t a game anymore, I was really falling for you.”

He sighed, “I miss you, Y/N, I hate the fact that I miss you. I never thought I’d be able to get over it, but these past couple of months have made me realise that I’m not angry anymore. I just need my best girl back,” he reached out and stroked your cheek and you felt hope blossom in your chest, you had missed him so much.

“Really, why?”

“Because, you’re my person angel, you not being in my life made me realise that. Can we try again?”

Tears slipped down your cheeks, you couldn’t quite believe it was him begging you to try again, he shouldn’t have to do that. You were the one who had hurt him. But you nodded all the same and he rushed forward and wrapped you in his arms, lifting you off the floor. Being in his arms made you feel like you were home again. You cried into his shoulder and he held you tighter.

“Please tell me you forgive me,” you mumbled into his shoulder.

He pulled away slightly and cupped your cheeks, the pads of his thumbs wiping away your tears, “of course I forgive you, darling, please don’t cry. I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too.”

He smiled and kissed you softly, “we’ll get through this together. I promise.”

#dalton lambert #dalton #dalton x reader #reader x dalton #dalton lambert x reader #reader x dalton lambert #angst #insidious 5 #insidious #insidious the red door #ty simpkins

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i-heart-mgg · 9 months

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Dalton Lambert x reader nsfw 😘

I wrote this as a little joke so don’t come for me, also credits to @darling-i-read-it for inspiration on the story line. I can take this down if you see it and you’re not comfortable with it.🤞🤞The reader is on the pill to btw.

You were heading to your first art class of the semester, palms sweaty and the nervousness building up like a pit in your stomach. You had just moved to a new state so you knew a total of zero people, not being helped by your slight case of social anxiety. At least you had your roommate Chris, although she was quite loud and you hadn't got the chance to know her yet.

Lost in thought you walked into something tall and sturdy, when looking up you realized you had walked into not something but someone. In a panic, you frantically apologized for walking into this guy, even through your disorientated state you were still caught by how handsome he was. He was just your type, tall, dark longish hair, a sort of reserved personality, as well as being a little built.

"Hey, hey, calm down. I'm fine, barely even noticed you bumped into me." He said. Eventually, you settled down from his tranquil, soft voice soothing your worries and you quickly apologized again for making such a fuss. Your cheeks now a slightly rosy tinted colour from the embarrassment of making a small scene. "Oh I see, I'm sorry for the inconvenience. I must've made you late to class already, go if you need!" "It's okay seriously, and my class starts in about 10 minutes which is plenty of time considering it's only about a 3-minute walk from here."

10 minutes away, a 3-minute walk... that sounded familiar in a way, you were trying to place it for a while until- "Oh my god, I think I have the same class as you!" He chuckled to himself as you exclaimed that in an over-dramatic way. “I figured as much, I saw your artwork on the ground from when you bumped into me. You're really good, who's the person in the picture?" He questioned you. "It's my best friend from home, her name is f/n and she's in a band. Hence her playing the guitar." "Well that's pretty cool, I'd love to be able to play an instrument." "I can relate so much! I'm so uncoordinated with my hands, I physically can't do two different things with them at once." You both exchanged laughs and conversation, making your way to your first class. Getting along impressively well.

As the class poured into the classroom, you all began setting up your easels. By this time you'd found out the mystery guy's name, it was Dalton. Dalton decided to set up his easel right next to yours. Which was the start of a very close friendship between the two of you.

You would see each other often, Chris occasionally joining in on your twos' hangout sessions. Some of which would be on the rooftops of your doom house, you learned that Dalton's dorm room was the one below yours so it was easy to see each other all the time. Other hangouts were peaceful afternoons and evenings, that turned into late nights at either of your dorm rooms. Working on assignments, practising drawing exercises, watching the latest tv shows, playing board games, you name it.

Sometimes the drowsiness and delusion of your late night study sessions would incite flirtatious behaviour. Only small things, extremely specific compliments, falling asleep on one another’s shoulders by “accident”, or practising cheesy pick up lines.

But after a while of hanging out at the dorm house or quick stops to the shops, Chris decided that you two needed to try something more out of your comfort zone. A frat party. Now you weren't totally against the idea, I mean yes it was scary to experience new things, especially ones with a bunch of people, drinking, and loud music. However you figured it would do the both of you some good to maybe develop your social circle a tiny bit. After a lot of back-and-forth debating with Dalton to go he finally caved.

Since you'd never been to one of these parties, you guessed that you should dress up just a bit, picking out a short silky dress with spaghetti straps and lace around your cleavage. Basically oversized lingerie. You put your socks on, next your heeled black boots, your favourite matching heart necklace and earrings, then finally finishing off with a leather jacket straight out of the 90s.

After getting ready, you walked over to the spot you guys had agreed to meet at, the entrance of the dorms. The minute you stepped out you saw you had caught the attention of your two friends, especially Dalton. You could see his eyes travelling up and down your frame, slightly stuttering as he attempted to greet you. But paying it no mind seemed the easiest option, thinking it was probably because you'd never got dressed up in front of them before.

The three of you made your way over to the party, you could hear the music blaring from the house as you approached it. It was obviously very crowded, as you entered you had to maneuver your way around the people making out on the porch and doorway, absolutely no shame while straight up humping one another wide out in the open.

Once you had gotten in the house you and Dalton just kind of stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do in this unfamiliar situation. Both your pleading eyes looked over to Chris for guidance. She picked up on the hint suggesting everyone get drinks, to loosen them up a bit.

You slid your way through the crowd of people dancing, slightly knocking some on the way but too wasted to give a shit. The punch bowl was a bright orangey-red colour with various types of fruit in it, and mostly likely a bunch of alcohol. You yourself didn't like alcohol but you couldn't taste any in the punch, only fruit juice. Urging you to take a little more than you would have otherwise.

"Hey you guys, come over here!" Chris yelled over the music pointing in the direction in which the majority of people were dancing in. Dalton glanced at you, letting you choose whether or not you join in on that situation. You looked back up at his perfectly sculpted face, nodding eagerly as you entwined your hand in his. Pulling him over to where Chris was already dancing her heart out. The sudden hand holding making him blush, not that you could see it in the dark room lit by some flashing LEDs.

You started dancing with the three of them, jumping, twirling, shimmying, just being one big joke amongst each other. All was lighted hearted until the time had passed and the music began to slow, your cup now almost licked clean from the questionable liquid.

A strange urge overcame your brain, seeing Dalton so free, so near. You wouldn't admit it to anyone but you did have what you thought was just a minuscule crush on Dalton, and the current circumstances weren't helping it. You began to feel overwhelmingly hot, and sort of...horny.

You built up the courage to get even closer to him, your bodies pressed up against one another. Your hands hesitantly slinking around his shoulders and neck, as the sensual music rang throughout your ears. By this time Chris had disappeared to an unknown location, not that you were worried about that right now.

As you moved on to Dalton his breath slightly hitched and he froze for a couple seconds before his strong hands made their way around your waist. As your forms squeezed together you could feel Daltons' racing heartbeat, and you were sure he could hear yours too. You cocked your head up to meet his blue eyes, now shaken by a mix of uncertainty and pleasure. "Is this ok with you?" You managed to squeak out. "More than ok." He answered firmly.

Just as you were processing the response he gave you Dalton made the next move, pulling you into an emulsifying kiss. By instinct you slid your fingers between his silky locks of hair, slightly gripping it in order to deepen the kiss. Every second that passed wrapped in these carnal desires led to him grasping your body harder and tighter, the rougher he went the more aroused you became.

Before it went any further you sprinted your way up the stairs and down the second-floor corridor until you found an empty, unlocked bathroom. Once you and Dalton had made your way in, he slammed the door behind him, impatient to continue what you two had started. He lifted you off your feet effortlessly. Your legs wrapping quickly around his torso prior to him delicately placing you on the vanity surface.

You took his lips, then tongue, into your mouth once again, while he pressed his growing bulge to the centre of your panties. The sudden combination made you moan into the kiss, longing for more. You rolled your hips up, eliciting a groan and another roll of Daltons' hips in return. You were soon an erotic grinding mess, Dalton's mouth began to leave your own, making its way down your jaw to your supple neck, shoulders, and chest. Leaving various shades of purple scattered along the area.

His right hand left your waist, trailing down to the hem of your revealing dress, hiking it up around your torso. Leaving you with only one layer of protection on, which didn't prove to be very good judging from how soaked they were. "When I saw you walk out in this outfit, I will say these were kind of my intrusive thoughts, but my first inclination was how badly I wanted to fuck you in this adorable little dress. Do you know how many times I've fantasised about the various positions and dreadfully unholy actions we'd do while I was stroking my dick?”

Your mouth lay agape, you had never even for a second thought Dalton had any romantic interest in you like that the months you were friends. But you'd be lying if you weren't thinking the same about him, the countless times your thighs would desperately squeeze together when he would accidentally brush his hands along your thighs. Now looking back on it not so sure those hand placements were by chance.

"N-no I had no idea, but I can't deny I haven't thought the same about y-ah~!" Dalton had pressed his thumb on your clit through your underwear, rubbing small circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves. "Are you ok with this?" He questioned, pulling on your waistband. You gave him a short confirming nod, and in response, he pulled your panties down around your lower thigh region. The cold air which hit your wet pussy making you shiver.

Dalton went back to rubbing your clitoris, eventually building up to sliding the first finger in by tracing around where you wanted it to go the most. "Please.." you said in an exasperated whimper. He slid his middle finger in, slowly going in and out, curving more and more the deeper he went. Soon enough he added a second finger, picking up the pace a little. Your hands were digging into his broad shoulders for some form of stability, steady breathing turning into fast pants and beads of sweat formed on your forehead.

You couldn't take it any longer, craving for more friction you began riding his hand. He happily allowed you to continue until your climax was fast approaching, only mere seconds before you could cum his fingers suddenly came to a halt. You whined in frustration "Why'd you do that?" "I'm sorry I thought you would enjoy this more."

You looked down to his crotch the minute you heard the clinking of his belt coming undone, he was so fucking hard. Painfully hard. Practically begging to break free from his strained jeans. Luckily the pleas of his brain had turned into actions as he undid the button and zipper. His boxers fell with his pants as his cock sprung up, he was big. Average girth but extremely long, leaking a bit of precum.

"Now tell me if it hurts at all or to stop, just so you know the stretching will be painful. But after a while, your discomfort will turn into ecstasy." "Ok, just put it in I can adjust." Dalton slid his member between your folds, creating a form of lube to ease the process. He pushed the tip in, so far so good. Then about another 2 inches, you could start to feel somewhat of a stretching sensation but not a hurting type. Not until another 2 inches of his dick were inside you that you started to feel a horrible burning feeling.

"Agh! Please stop please stop it hurts Dalton I don't think I can go any further." "Ok stay calm, I'll pull out." He said while slowly sliding back from your vagina, stroking your hair and giving you a soft kiss on the lips. For a minute he held you in his arms, caressing your anatomy lovingly.

"I think we can try again, I was just freaked out by the unfamiliar experience." "100% sure?" "Mhm, I'm ready now." He put it in again, this time it was much less pain inducing. Only starting to hurt when he was a little more than an inch from bottoming out. "I'm nearly all the way in, do you want me to get it over with quickly or wait?" "Go in all the way, please." He swiftly followed instructions, having fully bottomed out now.

It still stretched but was manageable. You looked at his face, so concentrated on giving you the best possible first time. He pulled it back out, only to put it right back in again, he then pulled out, and in, and out, and in until he was fucking you in a slow paced rhythm.

He was indeed right, your pain turning to pleasure as he hit inside of you just right. Dalton put his hand between the glass of the mirror and your head, making sure you didn't smack it as his pace increased. You met his thrusts with your body, causing you two to let out the most blasphemous sounds.

The overwhelming satisfaction making your hands find their way up his toned back, involuntarily digging your nails into it, and hooking your feet over one another to allow him to hit your g spot. "You're so good, so, so, tight...around me." Dalton groaned in your ear. Both your moans and the slapping of your skin were the only noise that filled that bathroom.

You looked down to where you two were connected, his penis stretching your walls as far as they could go while he was pumping it inside. The view turned you on more than you thought was possible, causing you to elongate your neck backwards. Clenching furiously hard around him. You began to feel his cock twitch inside you, indicating he was getting close after about the last 10 minutes of heaven you were both exposed to.

Your moans turned into screams of delight as you found yourself on the brink of an orgasm. The sheer volume was well past what people could simply ignore if they were anywhere near where you were getting your brains fucked out. "Ah~ ah~ ah~ ahhh~ D-dalton, I'm gonna cum~." "Fuck, ugh- me too." He pounded into you so quickly your mind could barely handle it, slamming his hips into your own as you felt your climaxes crashing down on you with the force of a tsunami. He helped you ride out your orgasm, thick's strands of his semen seeping from your hole, his dick lathered in your cum.

When you were both finished, he stayed inside you, heavily panting with exhaustion. His arms pressed on either side of you to keep him from collapsing, heads rested against each other. "My god... that was incredible Dalton. You're so damn hot-" You were cut off by the creaking of the door opening, and who was it but the one and only Chris.

"DALTON!? Y/N?! ARE YOU GUYS, OK I HEARD SOME LOUD NOISES COMING FROM IN H- here?" She had finally figured out what the commotion was all about as she quickly averted her eyes from where you two were still conjoined.

Consumed by utter embarrassment you hid your face further into Daltons' neck, your faces painted a vibrant red colour. At the speed of light, he put his member back in his pants, covering your genitals by pulling down your dress. Chris who was left gobsmacked eventually managed to mutter "I'm sorry for walking in on this but I knew something was going on between the two of you." Then shut the door behind her as she tried to wrap her head around what she just saw.

Once she was gone you couldn't help but laugh at the mortifying situation, Dalton soon joining in on your antics. "Apart from...that, that was one of the best moments of my life, genuinely." "Have you ever done this with anyone else?" You questioned him. "No, not at all. In fact, I didn't have my first kiss until today." Your jaw dropped. “That's crazy. No way you were that amazing with zero experience." "I could say the same for you." He replied as he brought you into an intimate kiss, endearing emotion radiating from it.

You guys left the frat party, to be honest looking quite rugged. It was kind of obvious what you two had just done by the state of your knotted hair, crumpled-up clothing, and the slight limp your strides were accompanied with. You made your way back to your dorm house, guessing Chris had gone home after witnessing that. Dalton's hand was entwined with yours the whole walk back.

You decided to stay at his that night, thinking it was too soon to face Chris and giving her a break before that image was imprinted in her memory forever. You were both very tired, stripping down to wear Daltons’ oversized hoodie and track pants. You lay down on his bed, making yourself comfortable under the plush covers.

He scooted in next to you, putting his chest on your back as he wrapped one arm around your physique. His presence and warmth made you fall asleep within a minute or two. Your own body warmth lulling him to sleep like a baby.

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