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omgrachwrites · 9 months

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I Love You So - Dalton Lambert

Dalton Lambert x Reader

Warnings: spoilers for insidious 5, lil bit of fluff, angst, probs ooc Dalton, mentions of possessed!Dalton

Summary: After Dalton accidentally puts you in terrible danger, he makes a difficult decision.

A/N: Soooooo, I'm in love with another fictional character, never saw myself writing for this franchise! Please excuse the poor gif, this was the first one I've ever made! Hope you guys enjoy and please let me know what you think! I love you all xxx

I'm gonna pack my things and leave you behind This feeling's old and I know that I've made up my mind I hope you feel what I felt when you shattered my soul 'Cause you were cruel and I'm a fool So please let me go

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You stared at the clock on the wall behind your Professor as you willed time to go faster, you were just so restless, you needed to see him. It felt as though you hadn’t seen your boyfriend in weeks. In reality, it was only a few days, but a few days without any form of contact from Dalton felt like forever. You knew why you hadn’t seen or spoken to him, he felt guilty.

As soon as the bell rang, you packed up your things as quickly as possible, causing your friend to laugh at you. “that desperate to see your little Picasso?”

You rolled your eyes, “well I haven’t seen him for a few days, he’s been sick,” the lie fell from your lips so easily so you fooled even yourself into believing it was true, “I’ll see you later,” you waved at your friend before heading in the direction of Dalton’s dorm room on the other side of the school.

The door was open and he was standing at his easel when you walked in, his long hair loose around his shoulders. You smiled and kissed him on the cheek, “hey.”

“Hey, Y/N,” he smiled and turned to face you, letting you give him a proper kiss, paint smudged across his forehead and along the bridge of his nose. He looked so gorgeous like this.

“Are you okay? You sounded freaked when you called,” you started as you sat at the end of his bed.

He sighed and sat next to you, fiddling with the frayed material of his jeans, “I guess that I’m just worried that the door won’t stay closed.”

“We’ll get through it together, just like we always do.”

A warm hand cupped your cheek, a thumb brushing over the cut on your cheek, “it’s going to scar,” he whispered, “I can’t believe that I hurt you.”

His big blue eyes welled up with tears and you placed your hand over the one he had on your cheek, “it wasn’t you. Dalton, I love you.”

He bit his lip as he stood abruptly, his fingers tangled in his hair. You let him pace around the room in silence, it looked like he was at war with himself. Finally, he looked at you sadly, “I can’t do this anymore, Y/N.”

Your heart plummeted as you stared at him, trying to process his words, “what?”

“I can’t let what happened last week ever happen again. I won’t let it happen again.”

You stood up and walked over to him, cupping his cheeks, “it won’t ever happen again.”

“Y/N, I can’t…” he trailed off, almost breathless, “I can’t take the risk. I have to let you go, I love you.”

“Who are you to make the decision for the both of us? You can’t just end our relationship just like that,” you snapped your fingers, “just because something bad has happened!” your voice was rising now but you couldn’t help it. It was like he was giving up.

Dalton took your hands in his, “do you think that this is easy for me? Y/N, I almost killed you.”

“But you didn’t!”

“But I wanted to!” he shouted, causing you to take a couple of steps backwards, he closed his eyes for a brief moment, looking pained. When he opened them they were full of tears again, “I could feel how much he wanted to hurt you. Wanted to kill you. I love you Y/N but I can’t put you in danger again, I won’t.”

The bitter words that had sprung to your lips had died on your tongue as you saw how broken he looked, “fine,” you whispered as tears rolled down your cheeks, “it seems as though you’ve made up your mind,” he opened his mouth to reply, tears streaming down his cheeks, “I don’t want to hear it, Dalton,” your voice broke, “just stay away from me,” you sniffled and quickly left the room.

As soon as you were in the safety of your own dorm, you broke down and sank to your knees, crying into your arms, you can’t believe he would just give up.

As the weather started to get warmer your heart seemed to mend itself, it was difficult, at first it the pain was unbearable and you didn’t know how you would be able to get through it, but you did. You and Dalton virtually lived on opposite sides of the school, you didn’t have any classes together and he hated parties so you didn’t come across him. Dalton hadn’t even tried to call, but maybe that was for the best. You wouldn’t have picked up if he had.

Soon yours and Dalton’s relationship seemed like a distant memory, like something out of a summer dream and just like she had the year before, Dalton’s mom invited you to their Fourth of July party. You debated on not going but you decided that you couldn’t avoid him forever. Sooner or later you would run into him.

That’s where you found yourself at the precise moment, you were in the Lambert’s back garden, speaking with one of their neighbours. As you went to get a refill on your drink, a tall handsome figure went to stand at your side. You looked up at him, it looked as though he hadn’t slept in months and he’d cut his hair.

“I can’t dream without you,” he mumbled and you raised an eyebrow.

“I thought that was the point.”

He shook his head, “no I mean, I can’t sleep without you. I need you Y/N. I’m so sorry.”

You cupped his cheek, your thumb stroking across his skin gently, you still loved him, a part of you always would, “I can’t Dalton,” you sighed as his heart visibly broke and you stood up on your tiptoes to brush your lips against his.

That was the last time you saw him for a very long time.

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

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buggysgirlie · 9 months

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Dalton x blind!reader HC's

✧ Love language: physical touch, he loves to hug you, hold your face or your hand, he always does this to show that he is close because you can't see him

✧ Always talks about how beautiful you are, the fact that you never see your face hurts him, so he always talks about your face, how perfect your mouth is, and how he loves to stroke your hair

✧ He has a notebook with just his drawings, he wanted you to be able to see them

✧ He knows you don't know what he's like, so he always takes your hand and puts it on his face, letting you touch it, run your hand over his eyes, nose and mouth, he wants to make you comfortable as much as possible

✧ When you guys go out together, he always holds your hand, guiding you not to trip or something

✧ Sleeps cuddling with you, he just wants to make sure his girl is protected

✧ Sometimes he lets you sit on his lap and shares the phone with you, putting some relaxing song

✧ He spends most of the day with you, helping you with some activities that you can't do alone

✧ Making you smile/laugh is the only thing he does

✧ Chris is your best friend and she just adores you

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

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shan-yee · 8 months

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༞𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚜𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎༞

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 = prologue [i think that i’m gonna make a little serie]

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 = 351

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 = What if Delton had met a young woman during his travels in The Further.

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 = None for now.

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 = Dalton Lambert x fem!dead!Reader

𝗦𝗼𝗻𝗴 = I listened "Love the way you lie" by Eminem while writing this, don’t know why 🧍🏻‍♀️

𝗔/𝗡 = ngl, I thought a lot about Samara while I was writing. The reader will have a bit of her style but neither her skin color, nor her eyes color, nor the color of her hair will be fixed because I really want everyone to represent themselves 😭

I don’t know what i’m supposed to do, haunted by the ghost of you. Take me back to the night we met.

Silence reigned in the small dining room, well, we could hear everyone's cutlery and the chewing noises of little Kali. In the hallways were most of the family's belongings although there were still a few toys in the children's rooms.

« -You guys need to finish tidying up your rooms, the truck is coming by tomorrow, and then, he is going to drop off the cartons at our new house.Renai announced while cutting a slice of bread. »

Foster nodded but Dalton didn't even bother to answer, which alerted Renai. Her hand came to rest on that of her little boy, at the other end of the small square table.

« -Is something wrong Dalton ? She asked him with a little smile. »

The young boy looked up at the woman with a shrug, but the caress of his mother's gentle hand prompted him to answer her.

« -I had a weird dream last night, well, I met someone. »

Renai put her second hand on Dalton's as her smile widened, giving the child confidence to continue his story.

« -It was…it looked like it was real ! I even saw you in your bed. There were your pajamas on the floor, by the way. You always say that the key to a beautiful house starts with cleaning »

The woman slowly withdrew her hands glancing over at her husband who looked frozen, his cup of coffee in the air as he turned his eyes slightly to his wife. Had he heard them ? Impossible, Josh was always going to check that the children were sleeping peacefully before they started anything…naughty.

« -It was just a dream buddy. Josh replied, blinking, trying to come to his senses. »

Dalton shrugged again, not seeming at all to understand the body language of his parents who did not look comfortable at all.

« -Did…did you heard or saw anything else in your dream ? Renai asked, trying to see if his son could have seen them or perhaps just heard them. »

« -Yeah ! I saw a girl, she played with me and she took me to a nice place. Her name is [y/n] »

#i lost my blog #i’m a shit #x reader #smut #dalton lambert #insidious #the red door #insidious the red door #dalton lambert x reader #dalton lambert x you #ty simpkins #dalton lambert x fem!reader

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ecnmatic · 8 months

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Insidious: The Red Door (2023) dir. Patrick Wilson.

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andreal831 · 8 months

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Elijah and the Red Door

Elijah Mikaelson's red door is metaphorical and people take it too literal sometimes.

Initially, it was a physical door from his human days where he first kissed Tatia and then inevitably laid her body after her death. Shortly after, the door became a representation of the hidden space in his mind that Esther created so he didn't have to live with the fact that he accidentally killed Tatia. It inadvertently became a place where Elijah hid away memories he couldn't handle remembering.

In Season 2, Esther forces these memories out of Elijah, making him remember Tatia's death and the rest of the memories he had hidden there. We only see two memories on the show come forward -- what he did to Tatia and to Aurora. The show doesn't tell us if any other secrets were kept there. But we do know that even before this Elijah remembers a lot of things he has done in the past that he regrets, such as leaving Aya behind, not preventing Klaus' curse, and Celeste's death. So it doesn't appear that he had a lot of hidden memories there. I think killing random people ranks under these events.

When Hayley goes behind the red door, I've seen a lot of people say this is a memory of his, however, I believe it merely represents the monster he is afraid of becoming but believes he is deep inside.

First, the timeline doesn't make sense from what we know of their life. The Mikaelsons are turned sometime in late 1001, we don't know how much time goes by between when they are turned and when they have to flee North America, however, the red door is not created until Tatia's death. Quickly after her death, Esther chains Klaus' wolf side, Klaus kills Esther, and then they have to flee North America. We next see them about 6 months later in Europe, having traded their Viking clothes for more peasant-like clothing. While it's possible they held on to their Viking fighting gear, we don't see it again.

Additionally, we see Elijah scold his brothers for not being careful with their killings. If Elijah had massacred a whole village and then forgotten, Kol and Klaus would have been quick to remind him. They wouldn't let Elijah get away with scolding them if he had been just as bad, if not worse. Potentially Elijah could have snuck off without them realizing, but it is clear from Kol and Finn that they have all stuck closely together. Also, "Red Door Elijah" is seen as being irrational. I don't think he would have cared to keep it a secret.

Finally, at the time Hayley goes in there, the memories have already been released. It is no longer the place where he keeps memories he fears.

So instead of what Hayley sees in his mind as a memory, I see it as the place where he kept his remaining fears locked away. He feared becoming a monster who had no remorse. He kept his fear of being a monster in the same place he had kept the memories of his most monstrous deeds. He was in Viking gear because he feared becoming his father by hurting the people he cared for in the name of power/strength.

I know people want it to be a true memory so they can say Elijah is worse than Klaus, but those actions don't make sense with his character. All vampires have the potential to become a "red door" version of themselves, but it is their desire to be better that separates them. Klaus allows himself to live as a remorseless vampire for a thousand years, while we see Elijah constantly struggling with his decisions and regrets. Yes, he does become apathetic to human life, but we still see him having some standards -- like stating he doesn't feed from children.

If Elijah truly was the monster behind the red door, we would have seen it when Hayley died in season 1 or 5, when Dhalia was nearly killing his whole family, when Celeste died, when he thought Klaus drowned his whole family, when Marcel or Lucein was upgraded and attacked him. There were so many opportunities for him to be angry/scared enough to lose control and even turn off his humanity (if that's possible) but he never did. Klaus teases him about it one of the few times we even see his vampire face because it is that rare for him to even lose that much control in a fight.

So no, I don't believe Elijah ever murdered an entire village just because. Do I think he is capable, yes. If he felt it would save his family, he would do it. And he likely left villages behind knowing Mikael would do just that. But with the timeline and the character of Elijah, I don't see him even losing control and doing that himself.

#tvdu #elijah mikealson #tvd #the vampire diaries #klaus mikaelson #the mikaelsons #the originals #hayley marshall #the red door #kol mikaelson

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fluentmoviequoter · 21 days

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A Little More Space

Requested Here!

Pairing: Dalton Lambert x fem!reader

Summary: After overhearing Dalton say you're clingy, you give him the space he wants. Dalton, however, needs to close the distance and remind you that he loves everything about you, including the lack of space.

Warnings: angst, fluff, takes place after The Red Door

Word Count: 2.9k+ words

“No way,” Foster says.

His voice echoes in Dalton’s empty dorm room, but Dalton rolls his eyes as if they’re standing face-to-face.

“What is that supposed to mean, Foster?” Dalton asks.

“That I don’t believe you. And I swear, Dalton, if you tell me it’s Chris…”

“It’s not Chris.”

The door opens and Dalton sighs. Since he closed the red door, he’s gotten less jumpy, but his calmness about someone waltzing into his private room is different. It’s one of two people standing behind him.

“What’s not me?”

“Chris,” Dalton greets as he turns around. “I’m talking to my brother.”

“About his girlfriend,” Foster cuts in. “What’s up with that? It’s not April 1st, right?”

Chris tilts her head to look at Dalton. “The girlfriend isn’t a new development. They’ve been together since freshman year.”

“What?!” Foster exclaims.

“Yeah. Seems like closing the door is all your brother needed to find it in himself to get a girl. Wait, you haven’t introduced her to your family?”

Dalton rubs his jaw while looking for an answer that doesn’t sound made up or like he’s hiding something.

“You’re nervous,” Chris answers for him. “Wanted to make sure it was more than a fling I guess. As if the sudden absence of personal space wasn’t enough to tell you that.”

“Oh, dude,” Foster says. He pauses to laugh before asking, “When can I come visit and meet her?”

“Stay in school,” Dalton replies. “Bye, Foster.”

Dalton ends the call before Foster can say anything else. He tosses his phone on the bed and turns to face Chris.

“Hi, Chris,” he greets again.

“Hey,” she answers.

Her smile shows how aware she is that Dalton does not appreciate the interruption. Chris can understand why he may want to keep you separated from his personal life, but not his family. You’re energetic, friendly, and impossible not to love. Although Chris teases you and Dalton about your relationship, she can see that it is true and that you and Dalton care deeply for one another.

“Speaking of personal space, where is the future Mrs. Dalton?” Chris inquires.

As if summoned, you knock on the still-open door. Dalton smiles when he sees you, and he doesn’t hesitate to invite you inside.

“Hi,” you greet brightly as you toss your bag onto the floor.

You wrap your arms around Dalton’s waist as you say hello, then step away just long enough to hug Chris, too. Spending time with Dalton is your favorite thing in the world, and you have so much to tell him today. His conversation with Chris probably takes precedence, though, so you wrap your hands around Dalton’s biceps and bounce on your toes so they can finish talking.

“How have you put up with Dolphin for so long?” Chris asks.

“Put up with him? I don’t put up with him,” you answer quickly. “I love him.”

Dalton’s cheeks begin to redden, but he turns toward you and lets his hair hide his face from Chris. She laughs because she already knows how easily affected Dalton is.

“What?” you ask. “Ooh, speaking of dolphins, I have something I wanted to tell both of you.”

“I’ve got a study date in twenty minutes,” Chris says. “Is this another weird fact that will thoroughly distract me until it’s over?”

“I mean, I’ve been thinking about it since lunch, but I don’t know if you’ll think it’s as cool as I do.”

Chris smiles and clicks her tongue. “Tell me everything, Goldie.”

The nickname isn’t new, but you’re still unsure what it’s about. Dalton and Chris are both well aware that it is a reference to your golden retriever-like qualities and personality. Even if they told you, you wouldn’t mind, but Chris gets a lot of joy from seeing confusion on your face if only for a moment until you find something more interesting to focus on.

“Okay,” you begin. “So, I was walking to lunch and these two guys were talking about dolphins and I overheard it. Actually, there was a big butterfly that I was following, but I got distracted when I heard the word ‘dolphin.’”

“Can’t imagine why,” Chris interjects.

Dalton shakes his head at Chris while he wraps his arm around your waist. You’re pressed to his side, but your flexing fingers show that you want to be even closer. Chris has often joked that you may as well just live in Dalton’s lap with how close you perch yourself.

“One of them said that dolphins have two stomachs, which apparently is really common knowledge according to the other guy. But, then they started talking about the fact that dolphins can recognize themselves in a mirror! Isn’t that cool? And they can also use tools, so their intelligence isn’t completely unlike ours.”

“That’s crazy,” Dalton offers, though his attention is on you more than what you’re saying.

“Alright, I have to go, but now I want to see a dolphin build a house or something. The tool thing is cool,” Chris says as she stands.

The moment you are alone, you begin tapping a foot as you wait for Dalton. He sits on his bed and smiles at your energy before opening an arm toward you. You cling to his side but continue moving your hands up his arm, over his shoulder, and into his hair. You create several small braids as you talk about your day, but Dalton doesn’t care. He loves everything about you: your high energy, talkative tendencies, and clinginess. Chris teases him about how much he likes it, and she hasn’t been wrong yet.

“Oh! And I wanted to ask what you’re doing this summer. I want to go to the beach, but I’d love for you to come. Your family is welcome to come, too, if you want. Foster and Kali sound great,” you continue.

“That sounds fun. Maybe we should introduce you first; you may not like Foster,” Dalton responds.

“I like everyone.”

Dalton chuckles as he pats your leg. It’s true, you like everyone, but Dalton is the only one you love the way you do. When you turn to lay against his chest and trace shapes over his shirt, Dalton realizes that he wouldn’t mind if you took Chris’s advice and lived permanently attached to him.

✯✯✯✯✯

The sky seems prettier when you’re on the way to visit Dalton. With your eyes on the clouds, you don’t notice a tree branch blocking the sidewalk. Your foot catches on it and you immediately extend your arms to catch yourself. The bloody lines coating your forearms look bad, but nothing can take away your smile. After jumping to your feet, you rush to Dalton’s dorm and don’t notice the stinging sensation covering your arms.

You skip onto Dalton’s floor and stop outside his closed door. As you raise your hand to knock, you freeze at the sound of a voice that isn’t Dalton’s.

“How long have you been with…” someone asks.

Dalton says your name before answering, “Since freshman year.”

“You haven’t considered trying something new?”

“Not at all.”

A third voice joins with a boisterous laugh. “Dalton, bro, I know we’re art students, so we have to be a bit weird, but… Doesn’t it bother you? The constant talking and how she has to be touching you?”

Your smile drops. Unable to remember the last time you felt like this, you pull your bottom lip between your teeth and anxiously await Dalton’s answer. Being energetic and clingy doesn’t mean you are insensitive; you still have feelings and insecurities even if you don’t show them.

“I mean,” Dalton says slowly. “Yeah, she’s clingy, always touching me.”

Dalton keeps talking, but you turn and run. Running to Dalton’s dorm was different, and as you pass the tree branch that tripped you, you begin to feel pain. It’s unusual now because you’ve been happy and golden since meeting Dalton. Now, you know that he needs a little more space. You’re clingy and always touching him, so you will give him the room he needs.

✯✯✯✯✯

Dalton wants to run his classmates out, but they’re nearly finished with the group project. When your name is brought up, he becomes even more encouraged to empty his dorm before you arrive.

“Doesn’t it bother you? The constant talking and how she has to be touching you?”

The question jars Dalton. Yes, he knows that you are touchy and talkative, but he has never been bothered by it. Dalton loves you, and those qualities make you the one Dalton loves.

“I mean, yeah, she’s clingy, always touching me,” Dalton admits. “But it’s, like, addictive. Her voice and her touch are the only things I want most days. Call me a crazy artist for that, but her happiness is contagious.”

“That’s unique, bro,” one of his classmates says. “But I for one have a first and only date lined up, so I have to go.”

Dalton gladly shows them out and looks down the hallway. You’re usually here by now, so you must be running late. There aren’t any texts from you, though, which concerns Dalton. He calls you and it goes to voicemail. Only after he texts you does he get an answer.

Sorry, I got busy. See you later?

Dalton immediately knows something is wrong. Your text is out of character: devoid of emojis and excitement. He’s concerned but understands it as meaning that you are truly busy. After agreeing to meet later, Dalton sits by himself and misses you. Being in a relationship with you, Dalton has never had to show how clingy he is, but right now he needs you.

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The following day, you try to keep your mind off Dalton. It isn’t easy though; the sun doesn’t seem as bright or happy, and your smile is nothing but an upturning of your closed lips. The people you pass on the sidewalk daily look twice; they are confused by the sudden difference in your appearance and personality.

When you pass Dalton on the sidewalk and don’t even look up at him, he knows his concerns were well-founded.

“Hey,” Dalton says.

He lays a hand on your arm, and you jump under him. When your eyes meet his, you force a bigger smile onto your face and step back. Dalton’s hand falls as his brows raise. You, however, are just trying to give him the space he wants.

“Sorry, I didn’t get much sleep,” you say. It’s true, but it’s because of him. “Maybe we could take another raincheck?”

“If that’s what you want.”

You nod and look over your shoulder. After offering a half-hearted and disappointed farewell, you leave Dalton. The sudden distance is heartbreaking, and Dalton needs to figure out what happened. To do that, he needs an expert.

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Over the next two days, you become distant with Dalton. The few times he manages to see you in person, you seem desperate to get away from him. What hurts worse is how you respond to his calls and texts. Your new sadness and disinterest are, unknown to Dalton, a cover to hide how much his words affect you. Pulling away from Dalton hurts both of you, but you are convinced that it is what he wants.

As you sit in your room and stare blankly at the wall, Dalton is searching for answers. He calls Chris and begs her to come over. She agrees, partly because she’s interested, partly because Dalton is her friend, and mostly because Dalton hasn’t sounded like this since the fight against the Further.

“What’s the rush?” she asks as she walks into the dorm. Dalton doesn’t comment as she slides her key into her pocket, and she becomes keenly aware that something is terribly wrong. “Dolphin, talk to me.”

Dalton simply asks what happened to you. He gives a brief explanation of how different and distant you are before repeating himself to ask, “What happened?”

“I don’t know. If she’s not talking to you… What did you do?”

Dalton pulls his shoulders to his ears and spreads his hands. “Nothing. That I know of at least. We were fine the day before she texted.”

“What did you do that day, then? Run me through everything.”

Dalton nods before recounting his every move for the day. Chris asks him to fast-forward through his bathroom trip and he reaches the meeting in his dorm room.

“So, he asked if I got tired of her talking and touching me and I said, you know, yeah, she’s clingy, but-“

Chris stands quickly and looks at Dalton with wide eyes. “You called her clingy?”

“She is. But then I said that I loved that about her. I’m clingy too!”

“I know all of that, Dalton. She must have heard somehow because that is the perfect reason to stop clinging. You need to find a better word than ‘clingy’ and go apologize.”

Dalton tugs his hair before standing. He needs to see you and explain himself right now. As he runs out of his room and toward you, he runs through what he can say, what he should say, to make you see how much he loves you. Clinginess included.

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Rapid knocks on your door pull your attention from the page before you. It’s covered with random, meaningless doodles. Despite your new lack of clinginess, you are still energetic and need to spend that somehow. Since Dalton needs space, you’ve taken to pacing your room and doodling to pass the time.

When you open the door and see the boy you’ve been thinking about, you drop your chin. The distance has to remain because you will get clingy again the first chance you get. Dalton is inviting, he’s safe, and he is your constant. If you end up in his arms, you’ll start talking and go back to being too wordy and too touchy.

“Can I come in?” Dalton asks quietly.

You nod and step back to keep physical space between you.

“Did you come to the dorm while I was with my art group?” he asks. You nod again and he asks, “And you heard what I said, right?”

With your lips pressed together, you nod yet again. Dalton wants to hear your voice, feel your touch, and show you how much he loves you. He has to convince you to let him first.

“Can you please tell me exactly what you heard?”

You take a deep breath before recounting, “Just that I’m talkative and clingy. I’m sorry.”

Dalton shakes his head, and his hair moves wildly. “I did say that. But that’s not all I said. I said that I love that you’re clingy because I am too. I love your voice and being with you… I need it because I love you.”

“Clingy isn’t a good thing,” you whisper.

“It is. It is for us.”

Dalton takes a step toward you, and your eyes brighten as you raise them.

“I’m sorry that I said it,” Dalton adds. “Not because I don’t mean it, but because it hurt you and pushed you away. I didn’t mean it badly; I promise that. I love you, and your clingy touches and your rambles.”

“Can I- can you hug me?” you ask.

Dalton smiles as he pulls you into his arms. He holds you tightly, he clings to you. As you lean your head against him, he whispers more promises in your ear.

“I love you, just the way you are,” he promises softly.

You pull back and look at him, and your smile is back. Dalton cradles your face and kisses you. When you giggle against his lips, he feels a huge relief at having you back. Back to yourself and back in his arms. Dalton moves his hands down your arms, and you inhale sharply when he reaches your forearms. Your smile doesn’t drop, and you don’t say anything, so Dalton looks away from your face to push your sleeves up. The sight of the deep scratches makes his eyes go wide, and he holds your hands gently to look.

“What happened?” Dalton asks as he pushes you toward your bed.

“I was coming to see you and there was a tree branch in the sidewalk. A cloud above me looked like a dog and so I didn’t see the branch,” you explain happily.

Your feet swing over the edge of the bed, and Dalton sits beside you to bandage your arms.

“Alright, this may hurt,” Dalton says as he applies ointment to your arms.

“Can I tell you about what happened yesterday? I haven’t-“

“Please tell me,” Dalton interrupts. “I’ve missed your voice. I need you to know that, okay? I love you; I love being with you, near you. If you weren’t a cuddler, I’d be the one that looks clingy; I’d probably suffocate you keeping you close.”

Dalton rubs his thumb over your knuckles as you nod along with his promises.

“Suffocation wouldn’t be fun.”

“It wouldn’t. If Foster doesn’t believe I have a girlfriend, imagine what he’d think if I killed you. Hurting your feelings was bad enough.”

“I think I’d like Foster,” you muse.

“You will. I’ll have to introduce you soon. For now, can I hold your hand and hear all about what I missed?”

You gasp excitedly and turn toward Dalton. With your legs spread over his lap and your arms in his hands, you smile and begin talking about every moment that you spent away from Dalton. He hangs onto every word and enjoys the feeling of being with you again. When you mention going to the beach again, Dalton knows that he will go with you, and once you meet Foster, he’ll want to go too.

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Channel Zero (2016 – 2018) Season 03 Episode 05 “The Red Door” Directed by Arkasha Stevenson

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Listen, I know you don't trust me, and that's fair enough. But, these are your mates we're trying to save, here. The only way that we can do this is if we work together.

↳ The Originals 2x05 - Red Door

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just saw insidious 5 The Red Door. Very good movie, not the best of the saga, but have very creepy moments. I hope you are well, take care, enjoy each little things always. we are in winter here central zone in Chile, south america. hugs.

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From the blurb on the back...

In this poetry collection that fuses Jewish mysticism and halakha with Gothic tales and queer eroticism, Shawn C. Harris dares us to walk through that red door and lose ourselves on a journey of death, grief, rebellion, escapism, nihilism, passion. This journey—half nightmare, half revelry—ultimately leads to a re-appreciation of life and light. Each poem is a world to itself; grouped together, they become what might best be described as a (fictitious) memoir in lyrical form, a vision in a pomegranate orchard, an apparition in a cemetery. Harris’ work is unusual, highly original: densely structured, full of whispers and echoes, surprising, haunting.

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I Wanna Be Yours - Dalton Lambert

Pairing: Dalton Lambert x Reader

Warnings: fluff, angst, swearing, jealous!Dalton

Summary: When you start dating a frat boy, Dalton is jealous but not for the reason you think.

A/N: Wooo! My jealous!Dalton one shot is finally here! I am also gonna be writing another multi part fic for Dalton and I am v excited! Please let me know what you think and I hope you guys all enjoy, I love you all very much! xxx

You looked up from where you were chopping the veggies for dinner when you heard a quiet huff escape your best friend’s mouth. He pressed play on the crime drama show, letting the opening credits roll before he paused it again. Dalton glanced at you from over his shoulder, making you laugh.

“What?” you asked innocently, giggling when he shook his head, “hey, you wanted to watch the show too,” you accused.

He grumbled as he ran a hand through his hair, “yeah but I didn’t realise I’d have to watch you moon over Richard Armitage,” he chuckled before he continued, “uh, are you sure that it’s not weird for you and Chris to be coming out with me and my parent’s tomorrow?”

Dalton’s parents were getting back together and they were coming to town to have dinner with their son. They had very kindly extended the invitation to include you and Chris, knowing how close the three of you were.

“I can’t speak for Chris but I like your parents,” it was true, you did like them, they were really nice people.

Dalton snorted out a laugh, “you’re just saying that because you fancy my dad.”

You flushed at his words but didn’t deny them because he was right, you did fancy his dad. Dalton’s dad was hot, “I thought we had agreed that we’d never speak of that conversation again,” you mumbled.

You had been very drunk when you had admitted to Dalton that you fancied his dad, it was his fault for dragging you to the frat party in the first place. He grinned at your words and you couldn’t stop looking at him as his cheeks dimpled. You should have been paying attention because the knife slipped and pain shot through your finger.

“Fuck!” you gasped and dropped the knife.

Dalton frowned as he heard the metal clatter on the kitchen surface and he immediately made his way over, “Y/N, let me see it.”

You shook your head quickly, blood made you feel queasy, “I’m sure it’s fine,” you shielded it from view.

“Angel,” Dalton’s voice was firm as he looked into your eyes but he still flushed as the pet name fell from his lips, “let me see it,” he repeated, causing you to nod and he pulled your hand to him gently to inspect the wound.

You sucked in a breath as you refused to look at it, “am I bleeding loads?” you asked and Dalton hummed.

“Yep, I think we’re gonna have to cut it off.”

“What?!” you yelped, completely losing your head.

Dalton grinned up at you with an apologetic look on his face, “sorry, I was kidding, it’s not deep, you just need a band aid,” he walked over to the kitchen cupboard to get his first aid kit. Dalton decided at the start of the second year that he wanted to live off campus.

You watched him as he did so and he went to pull out a Spider-Man band aid, “wait! I want a Superman one,” you flushed as he looked at you with a raised eyebrow but nodded all the same as he walked back over to you.

He was extremely gentle as he put the band aid on, “I thought that Spider-Man was your favourite?” he asked.

You forced a weak smile, “he is, I just fancied a change,” you blushed, you could hardly tell him that the reason for the change was because Superman was his favourite.

He accepted this though as he smiled and brought your finger to his lips and pressed a small kiss to it, “there you go.”

“You smiled, “thanks, I’m sorry about the veggies.”

Dalton laughed as he shook his head, “they don’t belong on pizza anyway.”

Almost 24 hours later, you were sitting across from Dalton, Josh was next to him with Renai and Chris on either side of you. Dalton had had a bit of a haircut, it wasn’t much shorter but it looked good and you could barely keep your eyes away. But, it was okay, you were an expert on sneaking glances at your best friend.

Finally, the conversation turned from classes to your life beyond them, Dalton and Chris talked about the frat parties they’d attended, Josh looked proud while Renai looked protective. You were contented to simply listen and eat your food.

Renai looked at you with a soft smile, “and what about you sweetie?”

Before you could answer, Chris smirked over at you, “she didn’t tell you? She’s got a date on Saturday.”

You glared at her while Renai gushed, “that’s amazing! Tell us all about it.”

You laughed and you were about to launch into the story when Dalton spoke up, “it’s the guy from the frat party,” it was a statement not a question and your smile dropped slightly as you looked over at him.

He had no expression on his face, it was in eyes, eyes that were once the warm blue colour of the ocean were now two chips of ice, “you never told me.”

Josh threw you a look that you couldn’t decipher before he looked at his son with a light laugh, “does she have to tell you? Are you her dad?”

Dalton said nothing as he looked down at his plate and pushed his food around. The tension was slightly awkward but with Josh cracking jokes it soon dissipated but Dalton didn’t speak to you for the rest of the night.

When it came for you to go home, he let you take a cab with Chris – he normally insisted on taking you right to your door. He muttered to Chris about texting him when she got home but he said nothing to you. When he wrapped one arm around you in a poor attempt of a hug his body was rigid. You didn’t know what his problem was. Was he really that annoyed that you hadn’t told him? You decided to text him when you got back to the dorm.

You: what the hell is your problem?

The text went unanswered which pissed you off.

Your date with Brad was nice, he was really sweet and nothing like the usual frat boy. Even when his friends called him halfway through dessert to try and get him to a watch a ball game with them, he opted to stay with you, and he even walked you home afterwards. You let him kiss you beneath the streetlight outside your dorm building.

When Chris put a message in the group chat asking you how the date went, you told her everything. Dalton stayed silent. The happy bubble that the date had created in your chest when you realised he’d been reading all the messages but he hadn’t cared enough to reply. Fine, you thought, if he wasn’t going to care about you then you weren’t going to care about him. He couldn’t have it both ways.

You barely lasted a week without seeing or speaking to Dalton but it was the longest you’d ever gone without any contact from him. You were hurt but you still decided to enjoy yourself, you weren’t going to wallow in your misery. Though you were pissed off and when he hadn’t tried to reach out you decided to go to his apartment and get answers for yourself.

You knocked on the door of his apartment and there was silence behind the door, but you saw a shadow from the gap between the bottom of the door and the floor. You rolled your eyes as the shadow stayed there but the door didn’t open.

“I know you’re there, Dalton. I can see your feet,” a thunk came from the other side of the door and you vaguely wondered if he’d leaned his head against it before the door swung open.

He looked good in grey sweatpants and a white tee, he looked tired like he hadn’t slept in days and he raised an eyebrow as he lingered in the doorway. You swallowed as you looked at his face, “can I come in?” he stood aside to let you in, you walked in and decided to cut to the chase, “what’s your problem, Dalton?”

He sighed and shrugged petulantly as he leaned his hip against the counter, “I didn’t want to bother you while you were dating your lost cause.”

“Lost cause? Brad’s really nice, you don’t have to be a dick.”

Dalton rolled his eyes, “oh come on Y/N don’t be so naïve, I’m sure all frat guys start out nice before they’re slipping something into your drink. They’re all the same.”

You could tell that he believed what he was saying but it looked like there was something else on his mind, “it’s not just that though is it? Dalton, you’re being a complete ass right now but you’re my best friend. What’s going on?”

Dalton sighed and his eyes softened, he raked a hand through his hair as he looked away from you. He took a deep breath as he looked back at your face, “I’m jealous.”

You frowned, “Dalton, even though I’m dating someone I’m not gonna stop hanging around with you and Chris, you guys are my friends, my family,” you completely missed the point.

Dalton’s eyes widened, “are you really that oblivious?” when you raised a questioning eyebrow he continued, fiddling with his fingers, “I’m jealous because I’ve fallen for you. Fallen for the girl who travelled an hour out of the city just to get my favourite hangover cure, the girl who would literally stay up with me over FaceTime when The Further got really bad. I love you, Y/N. I can’t keep pretending I don’t. I’m sorry that I’ve been a dick but,” he stammered, “the thought of you with someone else broke my heart.”

You were silent as your stomach lurched and you stared at him, he stared back before he swallowed nervously as hurt filled his blue eyes, “you can’t do this, Dalton.”

“What?” he whispered.

“Do you know how hard it was trying to get over you? To convince myself you only saw me as a friend. Loving you breaks my heart, Dalton. Brad was only ever meant to be a distraction,” you trailed off, not finishing the sentence.

“But, you actually like him,” Dalton finished for you and you nodded.

A part of you was screaming to just give in to him and tell him that you still loved him, the feelings that you had almost talked yourself out of came rushing back. You were fixed in place as Dalton walked over to you, resting a finger against your chin.

“You need to tell me that you don’t have any feelings for me anymore, tell me and we’ll forget this, we’ll stay friends and I’ll get over you and let you be happy. But Y/N, if there is one part of you that still has feelings for me, please Y/N, please just let me love you.”

You didn’t say anything, how could you? You couldn’t say that you would drop everything to be with him, even for just a night. What you felt must have been clear in your face because Dalton leaned in, his eyes flicking to your face to look for any sign you were going to reject him or any sign that you didn’t want this. When he didn’t find either he kissed you so softly.

“We need to talk about this, properly,” you whispered as he pulled away from you.

“I know.”

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