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The reader surprises her boyfriend with a jacket with his number on it. Something like that with Philipp Kurashev?

Sorry I got to this so late but I hope you like it

Number 23 | Philipp Kurashev

Philipp kurashev x reader

It was a chilly Saturday evening in Chicago, and the United Center was buzzing with excitement. The Blackhawks were facing off against a fierce rival, and fans filled the stands, eagerly awaiting the action. The energy in the arena was electric, a buzz that seemed to vibrate through the walls as the teams warmed up.

Philipp Kurashev was getting ready for the game, slipping on his jersey, adjusting the straps on his skates, and making small talk with his teammates. But his mind was elsewhere, as it often was when he knew she’d be in the stands. Y/N, his girlfriend of nearly a year, had promised to be there, as she always did.

Philipp hadn’t told her yet, but today was special. The game itself, yes—but also the little surprise he had for her.

As he stood in front of his locker, tying his shoes, his eyes briefly flickered to the locker next to his. There, hanging neatly, was a jacket. Not just any jacket—but one that he’d had specially made for her. A navy blue leather jacket with his last name stitched across the back, just above the number 23. His number. The same number he wore proudly on the ice every game.

He’d been thinking about it for weeks. He wanted to get her something meaningful, something that would show how much she meant to him—something that would make her feel like a part of his world, the world that was so often consumed by hockey. And so, when he’d found the jacket, he couldn’t resist.

It was simple but stunning—sleek, timeless, and bold, just like Y/N.

Philipp smiled to himself as he finished tying his skates. He couldn’t wait to see the look on her face when she saw it.

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Y/N was sitting in her usual spot, a few rows behind the Blackhawks’ bench, her eyes scanning the rink. She loved being here, loved the energy, the adrenaline that filled the arena. But more than anything, she loved watching Philipp.

He had always been humble, calm, and collected, but when he was on the ice, he transformed into something different. There was a fire in him, a hunger to win, to succeed, to prove himself. And it was contagious.

Y/N had never been into sports as much before meeting Philipp, but hockey, especially Blackhawks hockey, had quickly become something she looked forward to. It wasn’t just about the game—it was about Philipp’s dedication, his passion, and the way he looked at her after every shift, like she was the reason he played.

She smiled to herself, her fingers nervously tugging at the sleeve of her jacket. Today, she wore the new one Philipp had given her for her birthday, a gift she’d been so excited about. The jacket was made just for her, customized with his last name and his number. She felt like a part of his world when she wore it. She was proud to wear it, especially tonight, when she knew Philipp had something important to prove.

The game began, and she leaned forward in her seat, excitement building as the puck dropped.

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It was a tight match, both teams playing at their best, back and forth, trading chances. Philipp was skating hard, digging deep into every shift, trying to make an impact. He could feel the tension rising as the game progressed—every pass, every shot, every hit mattered. The Blackhawks were trailing by one goal with just under five minutes left in the third period.

Philipp wasn’t going to let this opportunity slip away. He wanted to make something happen. The crowd was roaring, the energy almost unbearable. He could feel the weight of the moment as he skated down the ice, eyes scanning for an opening.

It came. The puck was passed to him just inside the blue line. With a quick flick of his wrist, he sent the puck toward the net. It wasn’t the hardest shot he’d ever taken, but it was perfectly placed, just past the goalie’s outstretched glove, and it found the back of the net.

**Goal.**

The crowd erupted in cheers, the arena shaking with applause. But as the team celebrated around him, Philipp’s eyes immediately sought out the one person who meant everything to him.

Y/N.

She was standing now, her face lit up with a mixture of pride and excitement. And then, in the chaos of the celebration, Philipp raised his stick in the air and pointed directly at her.

It was subtle—just a small gesture, a quick nod of acknowledgment—but to Y/N, it felt like the world had stopped for a moment. Philipp had just scored a goal for his team, but it was the gesture for her that made her heart race.

His smile was wide, his eyes locked with hers, and she swore she saw a flash of something deeper there.

“**That one’s for you.**” His lips didn’t move, but she could read him like an open book. His actions spoke louder than words.

Y/N’s eyes welled up with tears of happiness. She waved back, mouthing a quiet “I love you,” even though she knew he couldn’t hear her over the roar of the crowd.

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After the game, the Blackhawks had pulled off a thrilling comeback, winning 4–3. Philipp had been named the second star of the game, and the locker room was filled with high-fives, laughter, and celebration. But Philipp’s thoughts weren’t on the win—it was on Y/N.

He walked into the locker room, trying to keep his cool, but he couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face when he saw her waiting for him near the exit. She was still wearing the jacket he’d given her, and it only made his heart swell even more.

“You were incredible out there,” she said, pulling him into a tight hug. She could still feel the electricity from the game, from the moment he’d pointed at her. But this moment—holding him in her arms—felt even more magical.

Philipp pulled back slightly, looking down at her with a soft smile. “I’m glad you liked it. The goal, I mean.”

Y/N laughed, her eyes glistening. “Liked it? I think I might’ve *fainted* when you pointed at me. That was the cutest thing ever.”

Philipp’s cheeks turned a little pink. “I wanted you to know that goal was for you. I don’t always say it, but you’re the reason I play the way I do.”

Y/N’s heart melted. She had always known Philipp had a fire for the game, but hearing him say it made everything feel even more real. She took a step back, pulling the jacket’s collar up so he could see his name and number on it. “I’m proud to wear this. I want to support you, always.”

He grinned, his heart full. “I think you wear it better than I do,” he teased, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

Y/N laughed, playfully rolling her eyes. “You’re such a dork.”

But Philipp didn’t care. He was happy. He had everything he needed right here with her.

“Let’s go home,” he said, his hand gently taking hers. “I’ve got a celebration planned. You and me.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “What kind of celebration?”

“Something small. Just us. With maybe a little more pizza than we should have,” he said, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

Y/N chuckled, leaning up to kiss him softly on the lips. “Sounds perfect.”

And as they walked out of the arena hand-in-hand, Philipp couldn’t help but feel like he was exactly where he needed to be. On the ice, playing the game he loved, and off it, sharing moments like this with the woman he loved.

For Philipp Kurashev, life was about more than hockey. It was about the little things—the moments with Y/N that made everything feel like it was meant to be.

And as he glanced over at her, smiling in her jacket with his name on it, he knew it was true: he was scoring for her, always.

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baby fever with lane hutson pleaseeeee 🫶🏻

Sorry I got to this so late but I hope you like it

Baby Fever on the Ice | lane Hutson

Lane Hutson x reader

It was a crisp evening in Montreal. The Canadiens had just wrapped up a tough practice session, and the players were trickling out of the locker room, still buzzing with the adrenaline of a hard-fought workout. Lane Hutson, the young star defenseman who had quickly made a name for himself on the ice, walked toward the parking lot, his mind still on the drills and plays they'd run that day. But as his eyes swept the crowd, they landed on something that instantly distracted him from the usual rush of post-practice thoughts.

Y/N, his girlfriend of two years, was sitting on a bench near the rink's entrance, holding a tiny bundle in her arms. The bundle, as it turned out, was the newborn daughter of one of Lane's teammates, Cole Caufield. The baby, wrapped in a soft pink blanket, looked so fragile, so innocent, and Y/N was cradling her with such care and tenderness that it was impossible for Lane to ignore how much the sight affected him.

He slowed his pace, his heart skipping a beat as he approached her, the image of Y/N holding the baby creating a fluttering feeling in his chest. There was something so natural, so beautiful about the way she looked with a little one in her arms. She was smiling, her eyes soft, and she whispered sweet words to the baby, who was looking up at her with curious eyes.

“Hey, beautiful,” Lane called out, his voice softer than usual. He had to admit that the sight before him had taken him off guard.

Y/N looked up at him, her face lighting up with a warm smile. “Hey, Lane! How was practice?”

“It was good,” he replied, taking a few more steps toward her. “But... I think I just found something a little more distracting than my practice today.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, amused, but then her gaze followed his, landing on the baby. “Oh, you mean her? She’s so sweet, isn’t she?”

Lane nodded, his gaze not leaving the baby in Y/N’s arms. He felt an unfamiliar tightness in his chest, an overwhelming desire to hold her, to protect her. But it wasn’t the baby he was thinking about. It was Y/N. The way she was holding her, so effortlessly, so tenderly—it made Lane realize just how much he wanted that. He wanted a family. He wanted *this*.

“You’re amazing with her,” Lane said quietly, sitting down next to her on the bench. He couldn't take his eyes off of Y/N, his mind swirling with thoughts he hadn't fully processed before.

Y/N chuckled softly, glancing at him. “Well, she’s not my baby, but I think it’s safe to say I could be a good mom one day,” she teased, gently rocking the baby in her arms.

Lane smiled, but it was more of a thoughtful expression than a playful one. “Yeah,” he murmured, “I can see that.”

Y/N noticed the shift in his tone. She glanced at him, her expression softening. “What’s on your mind, babe?”

Lane took a deep breath, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know, I just… I’ve never really thought about it before. But seeing you with her, it’s like everything just clicked. I’ve always thought about focusing on my career, you know? But I also think about… *us*.”

Y/N’s eyes softened with understanding. “You mean like, a family?” she asked, her voice gentle.

Lane nodded, his heart racing. “Yeah. I mean, I’ve always loved hockey, but…” He paused, trying to find the right words. “I guess seeing you with her, it made me think about having that with you one day. A little one of our own.”

Y/N’s smile widened, and she shifted the baby a little, handing her over to Lane. “Here, hold her for a second.”

Lane hesitated at first, but when Y/N placed the baby in his arms, a rush of emotions hit him. The weight of the small baby, the warmth of her soft body against his chest, was something he hadn’t expected. It was instinctual. Protective. A feeling so deep that it almost overwhelmed him. He gazed down at the baby, whose tiny hand was wrapped around his finger, and he felt a surge of emotion.

“Wow,” Lane whispered, staring down at the baby with wide eyes. “This is… unreal.”

Y/N chuckled softly, watching the scene before her. “I know, right? It’s a lot to process. But I can see it in your eyes—you’re a natural.”

Lane looked up at Y/N, his gaze intense and full of emotion. “I want this,” he admitted, the words spilling out before he even had a chance to think about them. “I want to be a dad, someday. And I want you to be the mother of our kids.”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat, and she bit her lip, her eyes sparkling with affection. She knew Lane had always been focused on hockey, and to hear him talk about their future like this… it made everything feel real. Like it wasn’t just about the present, the games, the practices—it was about building a life together, one that went beyond the rink.

“I’d love that, Lane,” she said softly, her voice thick with emotion. “I’ve always dreamed of a family with you.”

Lane’s eyes softened, and he gently handed the baby back to Y/N. “I think we’re ready for that, whenever the time is right. I want to build something with you. A family. It feels like the next step, you know?”

Y/N nodded, her heart full. “I think we’re ready, too. Whenever that time comes, we’ll be amazing at it. I know it.”

They shared a quiet moment, gazing at each other with a mixture of love, excitement, and a little bit of nervousness. But Lane’s heart felt full in a way it never had before. Hockey was his passion, but Y/N and the idea of building a life together, a future with kids, was something he now craved with the same intensity.

As the baby let out a tiny coo, Y/N kissed the top of her head, smiling at Lane. “You’ll be the best dad ever, Lane. I know it.”

Lane grinned, a sense of peace settling over him. “I’m starting to believe that too.”

The two of them sat there for a while longer, wrapped up in the warmth of the moment. The future felt promising, full of possibilities, and for the first time in a long while, Lane Hutson felt like he had everything he ever wanted.

And that wasn’t just a dream anymore. It was a vision of what was to come.

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When a fanfic writer puts a nickname you think Is icky in their smut fic

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begging - Chris Sturniolo

summary: when chris gets home after filming, he is the most desperate youve ever seen him, he is literally a horny, clingy, wreck. after a lot of begging you finally give him exactly what he needs.

contains: sub!chris, smut, needy!chris, teasing, overstimulation, fluff.

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6:14pm

i lay down on the couch in my pink pyjama set, curled up as i scroll through my phone. suddenly my head perks up as i hear the door unlock.

chris walks through the door, throwing his bag down and slipping off his shoes.

"hi chris!" i call out from the living room,

chris lets out a small whine in response, instantly dragging his feet over to the couch. i smile up at him as i open my arms, chris instantly flops down.

he lands ontop of me with a small grunt, instantly cuddling into me. he rests his head on my neck.

"you tired?" i whisper softly,

chris shakes his head, "no..." my eyebrows furrow as i run my nails up and down his back.

"do you feel sick?" i ask, his head shakes again.

"whats up with you then?' i mumble,

chris shakes his head, refusing to anwser.

i stay silent for a few moments, waiting for him to respond.

"can you touch me..?" chris whispers, pulling his head away from the crook of my neck to look into my eyes.

"so thats what this is about yeah?" i giggle,

his cheeks flush but he doesn't stop, "please- 'm so horny." his tone is somewhat desperate, a small whine in his voice.

"im tired chris, not today." i whisper, still rubbing his back.

"but- please, i've- i've been needy all day for you 'n i wasnt home at all today- please." he rambles, staring into my eyes with half lidded eyes.

"chris baby, i told you that im tired, maybe tomorrow yeah?" i mutter,

chris lets out a high pitched whine, clutching onto my shirt with balled up fists.

"i can't wait- please i just need you so bad ma, please, seriously." he babbles on, his grip on my pyjama shirt getting tighter.

i let out a small laugh, but he instantly cuts me off.

"stop! 's not funny!" he groans, burying his head in my chest.

i keep up my smirk,

"baby, just go upstairs and sort yourself out okay?" i speak softly, gently rolling him off of me.

"i cant- i wont be able to cum without you." he says, slightly panting now.

i stay silent, just staring at him.

i can't even deny the fact im getting more and more turned on by the second, looking at his completley flushed face, and the red tint spread across his cheeks from how embarrassed he is, looking just so pathetic begging for me like this.

i continue to just look at him, split between wanting to go to bed now and just giving him what he really, really wants.

chris burys his head back into my stomach.

"look at me." i whisper, he shakes his head.

i pull his head away from me, and grab his chin, tilting it up so he has to look at me.

he has teary, glassed over eyes.

a smirk tugs at my lips, almost in shock.

"are you about to cry?" i grin,

"no! im just! im so frustrated!" he grumbles.

"hey, fine, cmon." i whisper, standing up off the couch and grabbing his hand.

he stands up on shaky legs as i drag him to the bedroom, his eyes lighten immediately as he sees what is going on.

he suddenly has more of a spring in his step, and the tears in his eyes have gone.

i pull him into the bedroom, pushing him down onto the bed.

he looks up at me, staying silent and still.

“don’t get all shy on me now chris.” i speak, referencing his frozen figure and wide eyes.

“sorry.” he whispers, clutching the bedsheets.

“go on, take everything off f’me.” i tell him, folding my arms over his chest.

he nods frantically, instantly reaching down and fumbling with his belt buckle, throwing it across the room to the floor.

he unbuttons his jeans with shaky hands, sliding them down his legs before reaching for his shirt, which he throws off aswell.

he sits on the bed in his boxers, a sheepish expression on his face.

i can tell his cock is tucked into his waistband of his boxers, proving he’d been hard for a while.

“how long have you been hard.” i scoff, staring down at him,

he wipes a few strands of hair out of his eyes before speaking, “too long.” he mutters.

“let me take care of you, yeah? boxers off.” i tell him,

he tugs down his boxers and his erection springs out, his tip tapping his stomach, smearing his precum against the pale skin.

his tip is raw and red, it almost looks borderline painful.

i crawl onto the bed between his legs, resting my head on his thigh.

his dick sits straight up right by my face,

chris stares down at me, his eyelids heavy and lips a dark pink.

his loose hairs stick to his forehead as he lets out shallow breaths.

“please.” he mutters under his breath, his hips bucking up and his dick brushing my cheek.

i shake my head, placing a firm hand on his lower belly to hold him down to the bed.

“no, no squirming.” i mumble,

“i need it so bad- please- i’m so sore.” his voice cracks,

i grin slightly at his plea,

“please!” he raises his voice, his tone high pitched,

“please what..?” i decide to tease him a little bit more.

“please- please touch me, please- i’ll do anything baby.” he pants,

“finee.” i whisper, dragging my nails up and down his thighs,

i finally wrap my fingers around his stiff cock, i can feel his throbbing in my hand.

“i want your mouth- i need your lips.” he breathes,

“good boy, telling me what you want.” i grin,

i pump him a few times, my fist clenched tight around his length.

i drag my thumb up the long vein which travels up his dick, eliciting a loud moan from him.

my lips part as i stick my tongue out, gently licking up the underside of his cock, from his base to his pink raw tip.

he lets out a cross between a sigh and a whimper, the pleasure getting to him.

i finally wrap my lips around his tip, his eyes roll back into his head as he arches his back off the bed.

“oohh my godd..” he breathes, a smile on his face as his jaw falls slack.

i swirl my tongue around his tip, gathering the salty precum in my mouth.

his hands travel up to my hair, his long fingers intertwining into the strands.

i gently take more of him down my throat, gagging as he hits the back of my throat

“fucking- so- good” he gasps out,

i pick up my pace, bobbing my head up and down on his cock,

chris squirms on the bed, his hands tightening in my hair as he lets out strings of curses.

“i’m gonna cum- i’m gonna cum- please i’m so close-“ he babbles,

after a few seconds i pull off of him, edging him completely.

he looks down at me with wide eyes, almost looking like he could burst into tears right there.

“that’s not fair- that’s not fair!” he pants,

he reaches down and grabbing his cock in his own hands.

i instantly pull his hands away, shaking my head.

“but- ‘s not fair!” he says with a loud whine.

i sit up, rubbing his cheek, “i know it’s not fair, but i wanna ride you yeah?”

his eyes light up somewhat, but he still looks pissed.

i peel off my tank top, following with my tiny pyjama shorts.

i sit naked infront of him, he throws his head back.

“it hurts- i’m so hard it hurts.” he whispers,

my nipples harden at his words, the dampness between my thighs getting more prominent.

i shift up and i straddle his waist,

his hands reach up and grab my waist, his fingers digging into the skin.

i sit fully bare on his waist, my arousal dripping onto his skin.

he lets out a trembling breath, staring up at me piercingly.

i sit up on my knees before shifting back,

i reach down and grab his length, positioning his tip right at my entrance.

his head throws back, his fingers digging painfully hard onto my skin,

after a few seconds, i finally sink down onto his tip,

chris lets out a pathetic whimper as his hands fly down to the matress, his hands balling up the sheets.

i sink further, and further down before bottoming out.

my stomach fills with a familiar warmth, i let out a shaky moan as my stomach feels heavy and warm.

“thank you- thank you- thank you so much oh my god-“ he whines, his legs shaking subtly.

i start to bounce on his length, the stretch burning, in such a good way.

chris seems to be enjoying it as much as i am, his eyes trained on my tits as he fights to keep his eyes from rolling back into his head.

“i lo- love you so much- god you feel incredible.” he rambles out, his voice croaky and cracking.

he hands fly up to my breasts, squeezing them as he moans loudly.

“i’m so close already- i need to cum-“ he whispers, his hands sinking into my tits.

i bite back a smile at how hard he’s gripping me, it’s almost painful but i decide to not comment on it, instead just grabbing his hands and moving them to my waist.

i clench around him, the warmth spreading through my abdomen as i feel myself get closer.

“please let me cum- i need to- please—“ he breathes,

he arches his back off the bed, his head tipping back

his brown locks fall over his face, also spreading against the matress.

he sinks his teeth stupidly hard into his bottom lip, so hard to the point i can see blood drawing.

i feel my chest tighten as pleasure overwhelms me, my cheeks burning and my legs aching from the effort.

a loud moan rips out of me as i clench around him again, tighter this time.

i feel my orgasm crash down on me, riding it out to the best of my ability before flopping down on his chest.

i feel chris follow right after me, spurts of white filling my insides.

the room goes partially silent, only filled with our panting from both of us.

i slowly pull off of him, my whole body feels like it’s on fire.

chris’s cum leaks out of me onto the bedsheets, but i can’t be asked to care about that right now.

“i love you.” he breaks the silence, wrapping his arms around my back and rolling us over so he’s ontop of me.

i mumble a vague, ‘love you too’ as i hold him ontop of me.

after several minutes of laying like this he finally breaks the silence.

“i don’t think you understand how good that felt..” he whispers,

i grin tiredly, with a small hum.

“why did you have to make me wait so long- i think that’s the worst pain i’ve been in all year.” he whispers,

“i liked watching you beg!” i giggle,

“shut up- shush.” he laughs, his face going red.

“you were all, ‘pleasee i’m so soree let me cummm’.” i tease him,

he clasps a hand over my mouth, “i hate you.” he grins.

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Bark

SHUT! UP!!!

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That’s mine 🤭

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I just know Matt LOVES fingering

Chris version

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I wanna say something SO INAPPROPRIATE 🙏 (looks like he’s getting head🧎‍♀️)

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i love to imagine chris causing you to fully crash out after he says something mean on accident 😭like:

you were sitting on the dining table decorating your cupcakes with colourful icing after a terrible day, trying to calm yourself down, then chris walks in and speaks, “what is that? it looks a littttle bit shit.” he giggled, unaware of your on edge state.

you slammed the tray of nicely decorated cupcakes down onto the floor before standing up, bursting into tears as you storm off down the hall, “well i tried very hard and you don’t-“ you try to start but you’re cut off by your own sob.

chris is staring at you in shock, wondering what the fuck is happening. he looks down at the smushed cupcakes and then back up to you who’s storming off away. you weren’t even mad at his comment, it was slightly rude yes, but today had been horrible, and that small remark had caused you to go crazy.

you hear chris’s firm, fast footsteps approaching behind you before he scoops you up into his arms, your back pressed firmly against his chest. you protest and squeal and cry, almost like a toddler as chris flips you round in his arms so you’re facing him.

“what’s got you so upset, cause i know it’s not my comment.” he whispers, rubbing your warm back under your shirt as he carries you back over to the dining table

he sits down in the dining chair, plopping you on his lap as he carefully picks up the cupcakes and places them back on the table infront of you two, he lets you just rant about your day as he helps you redecorate all of the smushed cupcakes, whispering small apologises into your hair as he keeps you firmly sat on his lap.

LMMFAO LJKE IMAGINE HIM JUST LOOKING AT YOU LIKE

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ugh fuck matt can literally do whatever he wants with me in that suit. i need him baaaad

ikkkkkkkkkkeiauj end js a s

OLEASE his FINGERS

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Nico takes it off (his jersey) 🤭

Source: TikTok

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😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

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That’s my man

↳ NICO HISCHIER POST-SCRUM | NJD v. FLA | 1.14.25

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Holy

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NEW BEANIE UNLOCKED

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I love this

bolin with y/n that doesnt want or barely rests!! (me rn)

،، 𝓝ight Owl ; Bolin

request guide | masterlist

resume: where Bolin is calling for you.

content warning: pure fluff ; Bolin x gn!reader ; no nation nor bending status mentioned ; no use of y/n

wc: 0.8k

a/n: this one is funny bc i, too, can't sleep at decent hours. im sorry this is too short:( i tried to get it as long as possible. THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING, LOVE, ENJOY <3

“ I'm facing a dilemma tonight, look around, I'm trapped in silence.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Honeyyy!” sounded all the way to the living room where you found yourself at that moment. “Come to bed already!”

The image of a Bolin tucked in your shared bed and screaming at you asking for your presence on the room made you giggle, but it didn’t convince you enough to look away from your current task.

It was late at night, you knew it by the almost non-existent sound of cars and people outside the building your boyfriend and you lived at, but it didn't matter since you hadn't finish what you started and if there was something you two were sure about was how determined you were at the time of beginning a task, you needed to finish it in the same day or there would be problems.

The sound of the earthbender's steps coming near you made you turn your gaze to the frame of the door were he was standing now, pouting and with his eyebrows a little bit furrowed.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Excuse me, but I believe it's past your bed time.” he said, crossing his arms on his chest. “You may accompany back to bed or we will use force.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I'm not sleepy!” you defended yourself, pouting back at him. “I just had this big cup of coffee and I'm set to stay up all night, baby.”

Green eyes blinked astonished. “You leave me no choice, owl.”

Before you could protest anything else, big arms trapped you by the torso as Bolin threw you to his shoulder and made his way back to the bedroom. Most of the time that would be fun for you and it would made you feel a hurricane of emotions in your stomach, but at that exact moment it just annoyed you a little bit.

You weren't kidding when you said you didn't feel any type of tiredness in your system, but Bolin just didn’t care at all, he knew if you overworked yourself the results of it would be a very unstable you fighting for your life against a burnout and the earthbender loved you in such amount that just the thought of you feeling anything other than happiness and loved made him sick.

Now on bed, strong arms hugged your waist from behind to keep you laying with him. While he was already beginning to snore, your mind was going a thousand a second thanks to the caffeine and the bother of your unfinished task.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I feel you trying to get away.” a hoarsely murmur came from him, making your hand stop from moving his arm with such slowness that you thought he wouldn't notice.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Bo, I just need to finish this, I swear it would be fast.” you whispered back, almost begging.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Honey, we can get up earlier to finish it, I want you to rest. You deserve it.” he fought back, even if you didn’t see him, you knew he had a frown.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Bolin, please.” now you begged, not receiving any answer for a couple moments made you feel down at the thought of not finishing what you were so eager to see the results.

When you were about to try and get up again, Bolin's arms just let you go and he switched on his side. Turning to face him you saw how your boyfriend was standing up from bed and putting on his slippers.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I'll help you,” he offered after thinking for a bit. “So you'll finish faster and we can sleep, how does it sound?”

Your heart felt warm, you couldn’t love him more. You were so fast to stand up with him and get close to leave a sweet kiss on his lips, he blushed thanks to the action, but gladly reciprocated and smiled after distancing, both of you going back to the living room by the hand.

Bolin had thought of it and had decided if he couldn’t get you to rest without finishing your work, he would join you and even help you to lift a bit of weight off your shoulders. The earthbender adored you to the point of sacrificing his own sleep schedule just to help you however he could, you stayed awake even after he fell asleep like a rock as soon as you finished your work and went back to bed with him just watching your boyfriend sleep with his mouth a bit open and a thread of saliva coming down his cheek, thinking how you won the lottery with him.

He did wake up at noon the next day saying how he lost his ability to stay up late, you would completely tease him with that from now on.