#Dylan Matthews fanfic

[eddaawrites]

Good for you

Dylan Matthews

warnings - smut with barely any plot, nicknames (mostly baby), piv sex, no protection (don't be silly, wrap your willy.), cunnilingus, bad writing, not proofread (i can't be bothered.), english isn't my first language guys, be nice.

a/n - sorry this took so long, hope you enjoy.

ps. i listened to to this song like hundreds of times while writing this, it's embedded in my DNA at this point.

after laying in bed for what feels like hours, tossing and turning, i finally sit up. i move to sit at the edge of my bed, the alarm clock that sits at my bedside reads, in bright red, 3:48AM. with a groan i get up and tip-toe past my roommates bedroom door and make my way into the kitchen. the view from the kitchen window is pitch black, safe for a couple street lights on the other side of the street. 

i haven’t been getting much sleep these past few weeks. the attempts i’d made at going to sleep had shown to be pointless, because the second my head would hit the pillow i was wide awake with my thoughts echoing into every crevice in my head, loud and unrelenting. some of the thoughts had contained stress regarding various things, from my job, my family, and upcoming bills. But there was one thought that always made the others seem quiet in comparison, the one that just wouldn’t quit nagging at me, was my roommate Dylan.

he was just so… him. his charm, his humour, and his face. oh god, his face. i don’t quite know when it’d happened, but i’d developed a sort of school girl crush on the man. everything he did made me want to climb him like a tree, it’s embarrassing really. the way my face would flush when he’d crack a joke, the way i’d cross my legs when he’d smile at me just to relieve some of the pressure bubbling in my lower stomach. 

i’d tried to get over it, i really had, but all my attempts had been futile. so, i’d chosen to ignore it, hoped that it’d go away on it’s own. 

when I’ve grabbed a glass of water and some pretzels from the snack cabinet, i lay down on the sofa and turn on some cartoons. ‘It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown’ plays on the Television and the theme song sounds throughout the living room. within a few seconds my thoughts have floated over to the brunette a couple of rooms over, and as if I’ve summoned him i hear footsteps coming my way. 

his head peeks out the corner and his eyes lock with mine, his hair is tousled, his eyes are heavy, and when he reaches his hand up to brush through his hair, his shirt rides up his stomach and when i catch a glimpse of the patch of hair trailing from his bellybutton down to where his grey sweatpants hang low on his waist, i have to drag my eyes away from the sight. 

‘what are you doing up?’ he asks, walking over to me and taking the seat next to me, his eyes landing on the cartoon. ‘couldn’t sleep. did i wake you?’ i ask in return. he glances over to me, his eyes landing on the pretzels next to me, and he grabs a handful, shoving a couple into his mouth. ‘no,’ i wait for him to elaborate. ‘just, my head wouldn’t shut up’ i nod in understanding. ‘mine either.’

we sit in silence for a couple of seconds before he speaks up. ‘what we’re you thinking about?’ he asks. i look over at him admiring him for a second. his face is illuminated by the TV screen, the dim light makes him look otherworldly, his features appear somehow sharper, and his eyes are glistening. when i don’t answer him he looks over to me, his eyes locking with mine. the movement causes a strand of his hair to fall onto his face, and before i can even think to stop myself, i reach over and brush it out of his face. ‘his hair is so soft’ i think to myself as i run my fingers through his hair. when he leans into my touch i freeze, snapping back to reality. i mumble an apology as i go to retract my hand, but his hand locks around my wrist, keeping it in place. his eyes are locked with mine and his voice is raspy when he repeats his question. ‘what were you thinking about?’ his eyes look so deep into mine that I’m sure he’s looking directly into my soul. and as if he’s compelled the truth out of me i answer. ‘you.’ my voice is barely above a whisper and as the words leave my mouth, his eyes go dark and suddenly his lips are on mine. 

the kiss is hot and messy. our teeth clash together, and he grabs a fistful of my hair, pulling, angling my head to deepen the kiss. his other hand reaches around me and pulls me onto his lap. my hands are in his hair, then on his chest, then around his neck. his hands are much like mine, travelling up the sides of my body, and down to my hips. ‘god, you’re perfect’. he says as his hands slip beneath my top, exploring my curves before eventually reaching up to cup my breasts ’i’ve wanted this for so long.’ i sigh contentedly ‘me too, baby’ i mumble against his lips. his fingers pinch and roll my nipples gently, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

i arch my back into him and move my hands from his neck down to the hem of his top, tugging at it. he breaks the kiss momentarily, raising his arms to allow me better access to remove his shirt. once it’s discarded i run my hands over his bare chest. ‘like what you see?’ he teases lightly, his voice thick with desire. i laugh at his teasing, ‘shut up.’ i mumble and pull him back into a kiss. he chuckles against my lips and flips us over, laying me down on the couch, my legs on either side of his hips and his forearm by my head, holding himself up. i melt into the kiss and tangle my hands into his hair to deepen it. his hands slide down to my ass, squeezing gently. ‘mmm,’ he moans into the kiss. ‘you’re killing me here.’ my brain goes fuzzy as he squeezes my ass and my back arches, pushing my breasts against him. ‘Dylan,’ i moan against his lips, ’please.’ 

He deepens the kiss further, his tongue swirling with mine in a heated dance. he breaks the kiss momentarily to whisper against my lips. ‘please what, baby?’ His hands continue their exploration, inching up underneath my top to caress the soft skin of my stomach. ‘i need you,’ i pull away to gaze into his eyes, ‘please’ i whine. i hear his breath catch at my plea, a growl rumbling in his throat and he tears off the rest off the rest of our clothes. ‘patience, sweetheart,’ he pants, and my eyes fall down to his cock, throbbing with need, and my eyes widen. ‘relax,’ he says, noting my hesitation ‘we’re gonna take this nice and slow.’ he leans down, capturing my nipple between his teeth, nibbling gently before soothing it with his tongue. ‘but first… i need to taste you.’ without waiting for a response, he lowers his head, dragging his tongue along my slick folds before circling my clit with the tip and I throw my head back with a semi-pornographic moan. ‘fuck, Dylan. feels so good.’ he hums, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through my core. ‘that’s it, babe,’ he encourages, his voice muffled ‘let me hear those sweet sounds.’ my hands fly to his hair as he delves deeper, tasting the sweetness of my arousal as he explores every inch of my dripping cunt.

‘oh my god,’ i whimper as i feel the familiar tightening sensation in my lower stomach. ‘I’m close, baby.’ i tug on his hair and he doubles his efforts, sucking on my clit while he plunges two fingers into my pussy, and i cry out. ‘come for me, baby.’ he urges, as my walls clench around his digits. ‘let me hear you scream my name’ his words send me skyrocketing over the edge and i scream. ‘fuck, Dylan. m’cumming!’ he groans as my release floods his mouth, lapping up every drop greedily. ‘fuck, yes,’ he hisses, continuing to pump his fingers in and out of my spasming cunt. ’taste so good, baby.’ 

once my tremors subside, he withdraws his fingers, bringing them to his lips to suck them clean and i watch him in awe. ‘delicious,’ he murmurs, crawling up my body to claim my mouth in a searing kiss, and i moan at the taste of myself, pulling him deeper. without breaking the kiss, he turns us around, moving into a sitting position and pulling me to straddle him again, positioning the tip of his aching cock at my entrance. ‘ride me.’ he commands huskily. ’take what you need.’ his hands grip my hips, assisting my decent as i sink down onto his rigid shaft and we moan in unison, watching my pussy swallow his cock. when he bottoms out i sit in place for a minute to get used to his size, my hands on his shoulders to steady myself, ’s’big, Dylan.’ i moan. ‘it’s okay, baby.’ he reassures me, stroking my back soothingly. ‘you’re so fucking tight, but you can take it. just relax and let your body adjust.’ he holds my hips steady, giving me a moment to acclimate to the fullness before slowly starting to thrust up, and i whine. ‘that’s it… ride me, baby. show me how much you want this big cock inside you’ his words spur me on and when i begin to move, he wraps his arms around me, holding me close as we rock together in a slow, sensual rhythm. i moan as the stretch resides, and pleasure floods through me. ‘fuck, you feel incredible,’ he groans, his hips snapping up to meet mine with increasing urgency. ‘so hot and wet… I’m not gonna last long if you keep bouncing on me like that.’

i wrap my arms around him as i bounce on his cock with renounced vigour, my legs ache, and when he thrusts up from a certain angle i cry out. ‘there! Fuck, right there, baby!’ he gasps sharply at my exclamation, his member twitching when he hits that perfect spot within me. ‘right there?’ he confirms, his voice strained with lust, and i nod fervently. he grinds up into me harder, hitting  that sweet spot again and again, and a scream-like moan resounds from my throat. his hands roam over my back, gripping my ass cheeks tightly as he thrusts up into me with abandon, and i let my head fall into the crook of his neck with a drawn out moan. ‘oh, god. Dylan, baby, I’m gonna cum.’ my nails leave half crescent marks on his shoulders as i dig my nails into them, and he hisses, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chases his own climax. ‘cum for me.’ he pleads, his voice rough with desire. ‘make a mess on my cock.’ with a final hard thrust, he reaches down to rub my clit in tight circles, and my mind goes hazy as he sends me spiralling into another orgasm, and i have to bite down on his shoulder to keep from screaming. ‘fuck, Dylan! oh my god.’ i moan as he pulls me away from his shoulder by my hair and crashes his lips against mine as he spills inside of me, coating my walls with his cum. 

he collapses back onto the couch and pulls me with him, laying my head against his chest. i listen as his heartbeat slows down to it’s regular rhythm. and we just lay there for a minute, me in his arms, him playing with my hair.  

we’re gonna get so many noise complaints in the morning.

taglist: @yourenogoodforme, @thatgirl5839 , @cherib3lla

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PeepHole Ch.1: Moving Day

Masterpost Ch.1 - Ch.2 Pairing: Dylan Matthews x Fem Oc

Rating: 18+ (mdni)

Genre: Neighbors/Strangers to Lovers, Smut, Angst, Fluff, Slow-burn

Summary: Moving isn't as exciting as Amoya thought, plus she may have pissed off her new neighbor.

Words: 3.2k

Warnings: (This story takes place in 2024) Mental illness (anxiety, ocd), Violent intrusive thoughts, Language, Age gap (5years), Using phone while driving

Status: Unedited

Author note: This is the first fic that I've ever posted, I've written before but I've never finished anything and published it so don't tear me to shreds, please. I chose to make an oc instead of just writing as a reader mainly because I made a whole character in my head before I wrote this so I decided to just make her an oc, if you would like a post going more into this oc of mine feel free to ask (I might post it anyway because I like her), there is no smut in this chapter btw. Please give me feedback and suggestions, constructive criticism, etc. Don't be a bitch about it though...please. I'm thinking of making this a series POSSIBLY, but I procrastinate a lot so that may never happen. To my fellow troublemakers hopefully, I do Dylan justice and my writing is at least a little bit accurate to his personality. Still, to be fair I'm a fairly new troublemaker having only found out about this man a few weeks ago, so if something isn't accurate please correct me...politely. He's become my new hyper fixation so when I saw there aren't really any fics about him I decided I should make my own so here we are. Anyway with that being said Enjoy <3. Update: Dylan is barely in this chapter

Monday, February 26, 2024 Time: 8:30AM Moving out was less relieving than you thought it would be. Having been by your mother's side for almost all your life, you'd gotten comfortable always having someone around.

'You can't live with your parents forever'

People would remind you whenever the topic of anyone's living situation would be brought up. Being twenty-seven and still living with your mother wasn't something you wanted to keep telling people, no one would take you seriously. Though your mother never pushed for you to move out, never mentioned it actually. You think you know why. You never say anything though, so you deal with the slight embarrassment, and ignore the judgmental stares you get whenever someone brings it up.

'They don't know our relationship'

More excuses you make up to justify your obstinance; and to mask the anxiety you're feeling as finish up packing your U-Haul. You had finished packing your stuff from your shared apartment and were now finishing the few boxes you had in storage. Now in the elevator mustering up the strength to carry the last two boxes back down to the truck. Grabbing the lock you had left on the floor, you place it on top of one of the boxes and stack the box onto the second one, bending down and lifting with a soft grunt. Long strides carrying you to the elevator, you push the down button with your foot. The doors open soon after, you step inside setting the boxes down as you push the bottom floor and wait. Pushing off the wall as the doors open you pick up the boxes once again, you quickly load them up into the U-Haul before grabbing the padlock from on top of the box, and then heading to the front desk of the storage building.

"Here, the unit is clean and empty." You smile at the woman as she takes the lock and keys with a thank you.

Turning on your heels you walk back to your U-Haul giving everything a once-over before locking it all up, now turning your attention to the hitch attached to the back of the Truck where your precious car is hitched too. It was a black and cherry red 1993 Nissan 240SX with a red interior, you had seen it while driving with your mom past a repair shop when you were 25, back then it had no windshield or wheels. You won't lie and say you fixed it yourself but you did invest all the money you had at that time to fix it up and color it how you wanted; you still would say it was worth it. Checking the hitch and chains attached to the bottom of the car making sure everything was set and ready.

"Everything looks good?" Your mother said making you jump

"Yah! A warning ma, please! And yes everything looks good, I packed up the last two boxes and returned the keys and lock to the front desk while you were in the bathroom." You let out a breath calming your heart from the scare you just had, your mom snickering next to you. You turn to her rolling your eyes playfully as you walk to the front of the truck, your mom following behind you.

"Good, let's get on the road." Your mom hops into the passenger seat and rolls down the window. "I wanna get home by Wednesday."

You climb into the driver's seat, buckling your seatbelt then checking your mirrors. You two had agreed on driving to your new apartment, taking turns every 5 hours, once you got there she'd help you unload and unpack on Tuesday, and your mom would then fly back to New Orleans on Wednesday. The more you think about it the more you feel yourself panic a bit.

"Okay."

Time: 9:00AM Starting the car, you let out a breath putting the car in drive and pulling out of the parking lot of the storage building. You could tell your mom was trying to keep herself calm by the way she would rub her right thigh with her right hand, it was a nervous tick she passed down to you. Unfortunately, you were just as nervous, so you decided to turn on the playlist you and your mom made while eating the night before, mixes of all kinds of genres put into one playlist to keep you both entertained during the drive. Pulling off the main road and merging onto the freeway, you glance over to your mom to see her smiling wide looking back at you. She has that look in her eyes, you know it well.

"Its happening ma." You smile back at your mom then look back to the road

Your mother places her hand on your thigh, letting out a long sigh and a soft squeeze before returning it back to her own lap. You see her wipe a single tear from your peripheral; you don't acknowledge it. She'll start bawling the second you tell her not to cry. So you pretend not to see it and start singing along to Erykah Badu, your mom turns the music up a bit and starts singing along too. You smile to yourself as you glance out your side window, watching as familiar buildings pass by in a blur, You think you'll miss this place. No, you know you will, but a part of you is kinda excited, relieved almost. You've silently always longed to live on your own, but another part of you calls you selfish for even wanting that until now

'How could want to leave your mother'

You know it's normal to want to move out of your parent's home, every grown adult has to move out at some point, and twenty-seven is a perfectly normal age to do so, You wanted to move when you were twenty-four. Hell, some people live with their parents till they are far in their thirties.

'But you know your mother may need you right'

All your brothers have moved out, they are doing good on their own, and you're the only one left. It was only a matter of time; you tell yourself. Your mom will be fine, she's dating a new man who treats her great and takes care of her. Hell he tried to hire a moving crew to move all your stuff, but you wanted to do it yourself and your mom wasn't going to let you drive almost halfway across the country by yourself.

'you could've found a place closer to her you know'

Phoenix, Arizona. You chose Phenix simply because it was affordable for you and close to LA, your mom agreed it was a good choice. There is work in LA, California is just so expensive, so you chose the next best thing. The apartment is nice from what you saw as well, one bedroom, two baths with a study. It was perfect for you.

Time: 11:23AM The drive was going well so far, your mother eating a bag of chips she packed along with all the other snacks and drinks. You were eating a Honeybun, one of your favorite snacks, and drinking water. Your mom had turned off the music and started watching YouTube with mostly commentary so you could listen and drive, Right now a video was playing talking about some ice cream drama in North Dakota. Author note: if you watched this video featuring Dylan is in Trouble, I know it's technically in the future but I don't care, this is all fake anyway. You found it interesting and kinda funny, laughing every now and then when your mom would pause to add her opinion. About two-thirds of the way into the video you glance down at the screen, there are two guys now instead of one, and one of them is wearing glasses, you glance back down looking at the title of the video 'Insane Local Ice Cream Shop Drama (w/ Dylan Is In Trouble)' You made a mental note of the second guy's name for later, his voice was nice you told yourself, he was also fine as fuck. You leaned your seat back as far as it would go, which wasn't very far, getting comfortable. You still have two more hours left to drive.

Time: 12:35PM Your mom had fallen asleep about ten minutes ago, YouTube was still playing, The next video had been the same guy as before. You looked down for a second, looking at the title of the video that had been playing for about fifteen minutes. 'Guessing Finales After ONE Episode (ft. Dylan Is In Trouble)' You smile to yourself a bit recognizing the name at the end of the title, you let the video play just listening to the guy talk for ten more minutes. You caught yourself smiling again when you recognized the second guy's voice as he joined in for the rest of the video, you took a sip of your water glancing down at the video, seeing him pop on screen whenever he had something to say

"he's funny." You mutter to yourself quietly, thinking out loud.

The video had ended and your lips fell back into their original position, as an ad played before the next queued-up video, you looked down at your GPS. 1322 miles to go; you let out a sigh.

'200 miles closer to leaving you mom'

She was helping you unpack, so you technically wouldn't be leaving her really. If anything she was leaving you since she had to fly back home. You prop your left elbow on the open window, your left hand holding the steering wheel, and your right hand comes down to your thigh, rubbing small circles back and forth.

'What happens if Devon goes back home'

Your oldest brother Devon was working at a mental facility. He was on his medication and was doing good, he managed to get a job there and has been making decent money. He was doing fine, He is doing fine.

'What if he stops taking his medication again.'

They will keep tabs on him, they know his habits, his symptoms, He is fine.

'Has another episode and gets out'

That wouldn't happen. He's fine

'He'll be there when mom gets back'

No.

"Hes gonna ki-'

-beep! beep! beep!-

Time: 2:00PM Your mom's alarm goes off, making you jump a bit. Reaching over to turn it off, your mom moans a bit as she wakes up from her short nap, stretching her arms a bit as she yawns.

"Jeste li spremni za promjenu." she yawns out, going for a sip of her water ( translation: Are you ready to switch)

Your mother's Croatian tends to slip when she's just woken up, or delirious. You nod your head looking at the next exit sign to find a gas station, spotting a Love's off the side of the freeway. Slipping off the freeway you pull up to the gas station before parking next to a pump.

"Bathroom?" You look over at your mom, she nods, unbuckling her seatbelt and hopping out of the truck, you do the same.

You both enter opposing stalls to relieve yourselves of all the water you had been drinking, washing your hands after. Your mother heads back to the truck to pump the gas as you browse the aisles for any extra snacks, spotting a honeybun you instinctively grab one, then two, and head to the cashier. You place your honeybuns on the counter and then look up at the cashier who seems to be invested in something on her phone, she wasn't wearing headphones phone volume at maybe thirty percent, you could hear what she was watching. You recognize the voice, the cashier finally looks up from her phone quickly apologizing for not paying attention.

"Oh I'm so sorry, will this be all" She quickly rings up the two honeybuns.

"No you're fine, that'll be it actually." You dismissively wave your hand pulling out your wallet to pay.

Looking down you notice her phone, she had put it on the counter, and the video on it had been paused but on the screen was that guy again, though it seemed to be a video of his own this time. You pull out some cash and hand it to the young woman behind the counter, she takes the cash, counts it, and then goes to get your change.

"No, it's fine, keep the change" Flashing a smile then grabbing your honeybuns you take another glance at the women's screen before it turns off from being left alone for too long.

Opening the passenger seat door, you climb into the seat buckling yourself in. Pulling out of the gas station your mom pulls off back onto the freeway continuing your journey. You pull out the bag you had brought for little activities, pulling out your book of choice. You had splurged at a Barnes and Noble a few weeks before you began packing, picking up a bunch of books you had either heard good things about or had been wanting to read. Red Rising was one of the books, it was also the one you were currently holding.

"I'm gonna put my headphones on, so you can listen to whatever you want." You tell your mom as you put your headphones on and pull out your phone.

You had gotten the book on Audible a while back and wanted to read and listen at the same time. Pressing play you turn to the first chapter and begin reading as the narrator spoke. Your mom seemed to have put music on, you could feel the bass as she turned up the volume and began singing along.

Time: 10:56PM Hours had passed, it was your turn now with two hours left till your next switch. Your mother was knocked out, lightly snoring as you drove in silence, you had stopped reading once you had switched. You also decide to put off reading it until you were moved in, the book had grabbed your attention, so much so, that you wanted to be able to focus on it solely; so you chose to wait. You had a couple hundred miles left to go and things were sinking in more as you drove silently. Your mind doing its usual thing, making you worry about things that most likely won't happen, even if it did, you know it wouldn't be your fault. You couldn't help but think maybe it would be though, it was a dumb thought but you couldn't help it

'What was that guys name again'

Your brain blanked for a second, random but ok, your brain goes back to the YouTube video your mom had been watching, that cashier was watching him as well. Dylan is in Trouble, you wonder what kind of videos he makes, most likely commentary. You pull your phone out glancing down and go to YouTube, you use the voice to text and hold your phone up to your mouth.

"Dylan is in trouble"

You press search, going back and forth between looking at your phone and watching the road. You look down to find his channel, press his icon, and scroll through some of his videos. Movie commentary is what you mostly see, occasionally you'd spot something different, you decided you'd dive into his channel later when you weren't driving.

Time: 5:00AM You were in the driver's seat, you had let your mom sleep more after she had been driving for about three hours. She was up now though, you could tell things were starting to catch up to her again. She was fidgeting a lot more now, well so were you, she looked very tense. She helped you find this apartment, but you assume she wants to see the neighborhood for herself, in person, wants to see how good the security is and what the neighbors are like. It's only natural, she's a mother and her only daughter is moving twenty hours away from her. You look down at your phone, your GPS says you are pulling up now, you look around the area, it was very nice, wasn't too far from the city. You spot the complex to the left, it was pretty big with multiple sections with apartments, you were building three, kind of in the middle of everything. You pull into the complex parking in front of the leasing office to speak to your landlord and to get your keys, your mom comes with you of course, sizing everything up.

"Hi welcome to Arts District Apartments, it's Amaya correct, my name is George?" An old-looking man stands from his desk, his hand reaching out to shake yours

"Thank you, George, it's Amoya actually" You reach out and shake his hand with a smile.

You two talk a bit about the complex and its rules etc. Your mom chimed in every now and then to ask her questions. Before you know it you're unloading the truck into your new apartment, you're realizing now that you didn't have as much stuff as you thought. The last thing you had left was your bed, you and your mom had been doing well with just the two of you, but after you two had gotten the mattress inside your mother's back began to bother her. Now you had your bed frame, you told your mom to relax for now and that you could get the frame up yourself. Partial lie, you previously took apart the bed frame and so there were mainly long pieces that weren't too heavy except the backboard, that thing was heavy as fuck, luckily you had a dolly at the storage building to help you carry it out, but now you have to carry it to the elevator and down the hall. You managed to get it down from the truck, and from there you lifted it and sped walked to the elevator, almost dropping the bed frame on your foot as you set it down to push the button. The doors had closed on you twice as you tried to pick the frame back up and lift it into the elevator, but alas you made it, now on the third floor and outside the elevator. You took pride in your body, you considered yourself strong, regularly went to the gym, and you would say your legs were the strongest part of your body, with that being said, you tried to make as little noise as possible since it was still early in the morning, you lost your footing. You were almost there, your door being right in front of you; but you fell. Landing on the door behind you hitting your head with a very loud thud.

"Bumbo." You whisper yelled at yourself in Jamaican as you set the frame down and leaned off of the door. (translation: Fuck)

Holding the frame upright you walk around it reaching for your door, the frame slipping from your fingers and falling against your neighbor's door again. You prayed that your new neighbor was either a very deep sleeper or wasn't home right now, though maybe you didn't pray hard enough. You lift the bed frame from your neighbor's door, getting your phone to get your mom to hold the door open for you so you can slide it the rest of the way inside. Stopping, you hear the door behind you click open. Your bed frame blocked your view of whoever had stepped out, but you could hear him.

Ch.1 - Ch.2

Updated Author note: Hopefully this was an enjoyable first chapter or part. The apartment is just a random apartment complex I saw on Zillow, everything in this is all fictional besides the YouTube videos and things that are obviously real. Anyway, I have decided to make this a series, I've gone into too much detail on little things like Amoya's intrusive thoughts and all that, and it'd be a waste to shorten and delete half of what I put and speed through everything, Amoya's intrusive thoughts and anxiety is a trait I added from myself, so you'll notice a lot of internal thinking and scenarios she makes up in her head. Hopefully, the idea is as cool as what I thought of in my head. If this does well, I will upload the other chapters one after the other, If it does bad I'll just delete everything, but please be patient I procrastinate a lot and I want the writing to be good. Please be honest and let me know how you all feel about this, if you like the writing, the main character, the pacing, the storyline, length, anything, and everything, I need criticism but don't be a bitch about it.

[eddaawrites]

Sorry guys, Dylan fix will be out tonight or tomorrow night!

how i feel after saying my fic will be out the next day and now it’s been 2 weeks

[starzioo]

do yall ever scream at ur phone when u see ur fav bf or is it just me.

[chrissturniolo-obsessed]

i NEED Dylan Mathew fan fics NOW!!

Because I know that I cant write fan fics if my life depended on it…so I need someone else to because I’m so tired of living in a world where I can’t read a decent fanfic of Dylan😫

Please and thankyou xx

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Last Line Tag

Thanks to @the-golden-comet for tagging me! I love doing these.

✨️My ao3 is in the pinned post on my blog✨️

The last line I've written so far in my wip, make a baby with you (E), a Mitch/Auston fic:

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"You okay?" Auston asks, and Mitch just nods.

Yeah, he will be. He doesn't fucking know how, but he has to.

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And the last line in my last posted story, the system's breaking down, an ongoing Dylan/Connor/Mitch fic:

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Before Dylan can get anything out, Connor's hung up the phone. The dial tone rings out in the silent room.

Dylan stays laying on his bed for the next hour, trying on what Connor said, seeing if it fits.

Damn, maybe Connor really should have majored in psychology.

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+Open Tag! Tag me if you see this and participate. I love reading others' work.

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Love is Gone

summary: a short story about losing feelings based on the song Love is Gone by SLANDER and Dylan Matthew

pairing: min yoongi (suga) x reader

genre/warnings: angst(?), idol!yoongi, established relationship

a/n: this is my first work on tumblr and my first fanfic in over five years. still figuring things out but i hope you enjoy it!! :))

wc: ~1.5K

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You knew Yoongi was not the most expressive person in the world. He often felt like a wise old soul trapped in the body of a thirty year old. He was quiet and serious in his own way but he has really opened up in the past years. He smiles more, makes more of an effort to be around people.

When you met him your first impression of him was cold and distant, he seemed like the type of man that would observe a situation first before he acted. He gave off the aura of someone that has been through hell and back. As you got to know him you found out that he was a man of many sacrifices.

He’d gone through everything you could possibly imagine to get to where he is now. He’s made six lifelong friends and has a successful career in music, but in the process he’s lost so much. This didn’t mean that he didn’t find anything along the way. He’d grown as a person and has learned and unlearned a lot about himself. If asked, you would say Yoongi was a different person from when you first met him; but still, he was unapologetically himself.

It wasn’t easy getting to know him, but loving him came naturally. It took a while to break his walls down––even now you’re not entirely sure if those walls have completely caved in. You’ve known Yoongi for five years now, been with him for three. He was your support system, the one that got you through your tough times. The constant in a world centered around change. You knew you could trust Yoongi with your heart and soul.

So why was this happening?

It started small.

He zoned out while you were talking about your next passion project––a short film that tackled your fear of growing old without someone to love and someone who loved you in return. You were talking about it animatedly to Yoongi in his Hybe studio. You’d brought some dinner over because he was working overtime. It wasn’t unusual for him to get wrapped up in work, take out was nothing new to the both of you.

He’s tired, you reasoned.

With a small smile you stopped talking. Usually Yoongi was enthusiastic when it came to listening to your passion projects. Sure, he’d zone out before but never about a film you wanted to make. It was starting to become more frequent, you noted. It wasn’t out of character for him to be out of it but the recurrence of it was starting to worry you. 

“Are you okay?”

It took a moment before he shrugged and gave you a faint smile. 

“Let’s go home?”

He knew it wasn’t a question. He gave a curt nod before saving his progress and closing his computer. He had a small studio in your shared apartment. It wasn’t like the one he had in Hybe but it was enough to work from home on days he didn’t want to be away from you.

However, recently it was starting to feel like that room tore you apart instead.

With his enlistment coming soon, Yoongi was focused on creating as much content as he could. He’d be working late nights in his Hybe studio only to come home and continue working in his home studio. You understood how important his work was to him, it was something you knew and accepted even before you began dating. You never competed with his work and would always be there to support him.

Then it was the little things.

Yoongi used to call you his muse, he’d share his music with you before anyone else. He’d lay out the first draft of his lyrics in front of you as if he hadn’t just shared with you the rawest and purest form of his emotions. In his mind you were one and the same. He wasn’t letting someone in his space, it was him and you. One singular unit.

You don’t remember when it started but you realize you don’t know the words to any of his newest songs. He no longer consults his craft with you; now it was him and you. Two separate beings. It wasn’t long before he had released a song you  knew nothing about on his personal SoundCloud––the one only known by you and the other members of BTS.

You received a call from Jimin excited about the new song, asking if you had known about it all along––of course you knew about it, who was he kidding? 

He didn’t notice the hesitation in your voice, the way it falters as you give a soft laugh and pretend you heard about it. You listened to the song as soon as the call ended and your heart falls.

You don’t know what it’s about.

Then it became bigger.

Yoongi usually made sure you would sleep beside each other whenever possible. No matter how tired he was or how late he’d get off of work, he made sure to spend even just ten minutes of rest on your shared bed. He wasn’t always there when you woke up but he made sure you never felt that the bed was too big for you.

You weren’t usually a light sleeper but it started a couple weeks ago when you woke up needing to use the bathroom. Yoongi wasn’t in bed anymore. He wasn’t the type to go back to work when he already packed up for the night. Still, you found him in his home studio, the computer opened to another sound file unknown to you.

You don’t disturb him, afraid to break his concentration. You go back to bed feeling more lonely than you thought you’d be.

You started sleeping lightly after that. Yoongi no longer stayed in bed with you. He’d get up in the middle of the night and stay in his studio. Sometimes you even find him curled on the small sofa that was initially more for decoration than for sleeping.

It was another one of those nights. You felt him shift on his side of the bed. You felt the sheets move and heard the rustle of his indoor slippers on the floor. Soon you hear the door creak and the sound of his footsteps fade into nothing.

“Don’t go tonight.”

Your plea falls on deaf ears, no one is there to listen.

~ o ~

“What did I do?”

Your voice is firm and a silence hangs over the two of you. This wasn’t the silence you were used to. No––silence with Yoongi was supposed to be quiet, comfortable, safe.

Yoongi’s mouth opens slightly, only for him to close them again soon after. He’s struggling with his words, grasping for answers. He wanted to tell you so badly that it wasn’t you, it could never be your fault, but he couldn’t find the words to express himself. He didn’t know how to stop you from hurting, he didn’t know what he should do knowing that he was causing your pain.

He wanted to say he was sorry. He didn’t mean for it to happen. It just did. Feelings fade, people change. There was nothing he could do. He wanted to hold you, comfort you, tell you everything was going to be okay. Before anything, you were his friend. But he knew he shouldn’t.

Instead he remains quiet, unable to meet your gaze.

“I’m sorry.”

Silence.

“Don’t leave me.”

Nothing.

“I want you here with me.”

Your voice finally cracks, the tears starting to fall.

You can’t breathe. You feel sick to your stomach. You knew this happened but you never thought it’d happen to you. No, this can’t be real. You’ve been a good person your whole life. Sure, you’re no saint but you avoided hurting people as much as you can. You do good deeds every now and then––sharing your umbrella with a stranger, being there for a friend. You’ve never saved someone from a burning building but you’ve never harmed anyone intentionally.

You feel weak. If you weren’t already sitting your knees would’ve given out. You try to wrap your head around it, try to process how it could’ve happened. It was slow, it started small. It was the zoning out. The secrecy when it came to his music. The late night work sessions. It was everything. You saw it coming, you should have, but you denied it with every fiber of your being. How could he just decide he didn’t love you anymore?

“I’m sorry,” his voice was barely above a whisper. He leaves you there, lost and in pain.

You know this isn’t easy. Sobs wracked your body. This was the one moment you’d allow yourself to break, you told yourself. You cry your heart out, clutching at your shirt, the pain swelling in your chest. You promised yourself you’d be strong, that you’d let it out then let it go. But it wasn’t that easy. As you hug yourself tighter you know it won’t be a linear process. Your heart was broken and Yoongi had taken a piece of you with him. You can make all these promises to yourself and still break but you’d move on. You have to.

Your voice catches in your throat, you wish Yoongi would hear you and deny it.

“Your love is gone.”

[koolkat9]

❤️🚀 please?

Fanfic Writer Ask Game

❤️ What is your favorite line that you’ve written in a fic?

Technically already answered this, but I have a few so I'll just share another.

“Do you have any idea how worried we have been?” Alastair asked, perhaps a little too harshly given the way Matthew flinched. “Sorry. It’s just…Dad, Uncle Dylan, and I have been looking for you for hours. And we would be heartbroken if you disappeared.”

“Dad has Alfred. He’d be fine.”

A lump formed in Alastair’s throat. He squeezed the boy tighter against him. “What about me?”

“You wouldn’t be mad at dad anymore…And I’m sure Alfred would be a better replacement.”

I think I've shared this before. This fic, especially this section hit me in the feels even when I first wrote it. Still hits me in the feels.

🚀 Do you like to outline your fic first or create as you go?

Most of the time I'll have an outline. It's only the rare occasion, usually during an event week after getting behind, that I create as I go.

[polyabathtub]

it's not really the right time of year for it, but I'd pick a team to start watching next season and go from there. Or go back and watch the Panthers' playoff run from this season for a taster, I started with playoffs in 2023 and that was pretty fun.

I personally used my parents' cable subscription to watch the games that were on TNT last fall while reading fanfic at random. The national broadcasts do a good job of telling you about both teams without assuming you've been watching a lot already. I finally latched onto a team when there was a major crossover event (one of the guys I'd been reading fic about on a different team got traded to them) and watching the fallout from that got me hooked.

Teams that one might choose to follow for RPF reasons:

Pittsburgh Penguins: the OG, Sidney Crosby/Evgeni Malkin, the best hockey player/anointed chosen one and his also-very-good-at-hockey Russian. The team overall is aging and struggling to contend right now—they didn't make the playoffs last season. I'm not personally huge on them, but, like, they're the core. Crosby/Malkin had 200+ fics uploaded to AO3 in the last 12 months alone.

Philadelphia Flyers: this team is where I landed. The biggest ship on AO3 for them is probably still Travis Konecny/Nolan Patrick, but Patrick hasn't actually played in years. The trope there is something like very-good-at-hockey grumpy cat (Patrick) and the tiny energetic guy who's obsessed with him (Konecny), but Patrick's career got derailed by chronic migraines so there's also a lot of fic working through that. This team also now has certified blorbo Jamie Drysdale, previously on the Ducks, where he got shipped with Trevor Zegras. Jamie the more serious Canadian to Trevor's brash, talkative American, now tragically ripped apart by trades. There's also a lot of really good fics featuring fan favorite Joel Farabee in a variety of pairings. Middle-of-the-road team, didn't make playoffs last season but came close.

Edmonton Oilers: home of the current #1 player in the world, Connor McDavid. McDavid usually gets shipped with either Leon Draisaitl (his best bud on the team and also partner in, like, scoring a ton of goals) or Dylan Strome (his best bud on his juniors team from ages 16-18, Dylan now plays for the Capitals and the two are often Doomed by the Narrative). Oilers are very good right now, they came very close to winning last season. Draisaitl gets paired even more often with someone on the...

Florida Panthers: vast majority of the fics here are Leon Draisaitl/Matthew Tkachuk, who used to be dramatic rivals back when Tkachuk played on the Calgary Flames (don't become a Flames fan right now, they just imploded). Just won the cup! There are a ton of Scandinavians who I personally am writing fic about, ratatatastic has been posting a lot of shippy photos and gifsets lately of them that might be fun for you.

New Jersey Devils: kind of having a moment, Jack Hughes/Nico Hischier are I think the top pairing on AO3 this year? I'm not quite sure how to describe these two tropes-wise but a lot of people think they're very hot. Nico's got great dimples, idk. The team has a ton of potential but really floundered last season—they could be due for a fun comeback.

Other ones that might be fun are the Washington Capitals, though I'm not sure what active ships there are there the Boys Are Fun and there's a ton of old fics for Ovechkin/Backstrom and Wilson/Latta that are very good. I need to eat dinner but I can come back later with similar synopses for the Toronto Maple Leafs (Mitch Marner/Auston Matthews mostly), the Colorado Avalanche (...just, so many pairings, it's a gay fucking team idk), the Seattle Kraken (Vince Dunn/Adam Larsson mostly), the Vancouver Canucks (variable combos of Quinn Hughes, Brock Boeser, and Elias Pettersson among others), the Ottawa Senators (Brady Tkachuk/Tim Stützle primarily?)...honestly, wow, I am realizing that I have read so much fic. So, really, just try watching and see what jumps out at you. Honestly, I think you can read a lot of the fics without watching the game at all.

genuinely i’m like i want to get into hockey (for entirely sexual reasons) and have no idea how to start. i have literally never followed a sport in my life

[urcatslitterbox]

REQUEST ARE OPEN!!!

Art account: https://www.instagram.com/mistyeyed.art?igsh=MThscnFub2Y3MDV3YQ%3D%3D&utm_source=qr

Who I write for:

-Sam and Colby

-Evan peters and his characters

-Chris Evans and his characters

-Sebastian Stan/Bucky Barnes

-Matthew Grey Gubler/Spencer Reid

Have a lovely day<3

[eddaawrites]

I need him.

Is someone gonna write smut about him or do I need to take that responsibility into my own hands?

[p1a9u3]

PeepHole (Masterlist)

Pairing: Dylan Matthews x Fem OC

Status: Ongoing Rating: 18+ (mdni) Genre: Neighbors/Strangers to Lovers, Smut, Fluff, Angst

Summary: Dylan's new neighbor is a lot more troublesome than he expected, but it's not all bad. Plus, he's sure he can handle it.

Chapters:

- Moving Day - Disturbances - On My Own - I Swear I'm not a Stalker - No Recommendations - Ok it's kinda Hot - Sooo...You and Misoa - The Only Exception - Troublesome - That's New

Amoya Lucia Ini Shaw

Author note: I currently only have chapter one, please bear with me. For the other chapters, I just simply came up with titles. I may have more than ten chapters, but currently, I only have ten because that's what I'm going for.

[ampintherain]

Hi guys!!

Feel free to leave me requests for anything, either below or message me! I write for:

Spencer Reid/Matthew Gray Gubler

Luke Patterson/Charlie Gillespie

Alex/Owen Patrick Joyner

Reggie

Julie and the Phantoms (anyone from the cast or the characters)

Peter Parker/Tom Holland

Dylan O’Brien

Draco Malfoy/Tom Felton

Harry Potter (anyone from the cast or the characters)

Supernatural (anyone from the cast or the characters)

[hopelesslymusical]

⚡HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY FANFIC BABY⚡

https://www.wattpad.com/story/206876151-dylan-matthews-is-sanitary

So a year ago, I wrote this fanfic. I did it because I had so many feelings for this person I had never even met. I watch his YouTube channel (DYLAN IS IN TROUBLE)  and find him to be an interesting character. He’s macho, but soft on the inside. He’s the kind of guy that watches football and basketball, but then afterwards he reads romance novels and cries to Lana Del Rey. I like that sort of duality, the way he’s comfortable being himself and it’s not what everyone tells him he’s supposed to be. In my opinion, he’s balanced between masculine and feminine sterotypes, like any normal human being. 

So that’s what prompted me to write a fan-fic about him. After two months of writing I realized how cringe this was and abandoned the project. It’s a year later and I’m more mature, more experienced and I want to give the story another go.  

Here’s my plan, I’m going to continue where I left off. I got a surprising TWO PEOPLE requesting for more chapters, so it must mean some people want to see the trainwreck continue. I published the prologue today a year ago, and published the first chapter on Dec. 13. So in two weeks if you want to read this love story... “baby just say yes”. (TAYLOR SWIFT FAN OVER HERE).

The story is about a girl who goes to college, because cliche. AND I’m going to college, what a surprise. My main character, Katherine, is infatuated with this TA, because she’s infatuated with love, especially the dangerous kind. The story then skip to the future and her and the TA got get together (THEY FUKCED), but jump back to the present and they had an awkward beginning, but jump to the future because she drops the L bomb. Conflict strikes because he’s the kind of guy that doesn’t want to admit he believes in love and he’s afraid of getting hurt. however, she’s the kind of girl that when she falls in love she pretends it’s the first time and doesn’t apologize for her feelings. Can she Dylan... the guy... to do the same? 

.... That’s the summary of what I wrote a  year ago, and some people actually read all of that. (still shook). BUT... if you want to skip to the part I’m writing now, then that’s fine and more enjoyable if you ask me. 

I was in a very different place a year ago, so I’m excited to take the knowledge I’ve gained over the year and put it to good use. I’ve read more, lived more, played more. I hope next year is better, but this year went better for me than it could’ve gone any other way. Things can only get better from here. 

[littlemelaninfics]

fanfic masterlist

Updated: 3/28/24

Reblogs and feedback appreciated! - 18+ ONLY!

-PLEASE READ MY GUIDELINES

-All my fics are written with a black reader but anyone is welcome and encouraged to read!

-I also write ddlg content and dark fics, everything is tagged appropriately (to my knowledge) and if that isn’t your forte, I have plenty of other works that aren’t those!! Enjoy!

(format crd: @stargirlfics)

Chris Evans + Characters

Pablo Schreiber

Evan 'Buck" Buckley

Eddie Diaz

Dylan O'Brien + Characters

Dominic Fike + Elliot

Eddie Munson

Sebastian Stan + Characters

Jax Teller

Colby Brock

Aaron Hotchner

Jeremy Allen White + Characters

Matthew Lillard + Characters

Harry Styles

[koolkat9]

3?

✏️Hetalia Fanfics Writers Ask Game✏️

3. What characters is the most challenging to write

Hmm that's a toughy. There is a lot since I tend to stick to mainly Arthur, Matthew, Ludwig, Dylan and sometimes Ned, Gil, Liet, Cuba, Ukraine, Scotland and Al. All the others I find kind of difficult because I'm just not used to writing them. Out of the ones I regularly write though, I think Ned is most challenging. I'm always thinking he's ooc whenever I write NedCan because I feel I make him too sweet, but I'm a fluff writer so I can't help it.