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b2cute · 1 year ago

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boy next door

chris sturniolo x reader

summary: you stumble into someone at a party one day, drink and confused. he was willing to take you home which you accept, only for things to change…

warnings: suggestive, drinking, smoking

notes: first ever series (if you saw this already no u didn’t)

"Honey, come down for breakfast before it gets cold!" My mom calls out. I was hungover from the night before. my best friend Trinity and I partied a bit too hard, after all, I had a rough week.

*flashback*

"C'mon, it'l be fun y/n. you never go to parties with me and this is the best way to get out of your shell for once" Trin cheers. her friend Brayden was hosting an end-of-the year summer kickoff and wanted me to go with her. Finals were finished so I had no school to worry about, it was just the fact that Trinity was all I had.

Earlier that year I was in a big friend group. We were so close and told each other everything. One night at a sleepover, I was getting ready for bed when one of the girls told me to go and pick up the doordash order outside the house. I get up from my spot and go to the door and look around and see nothing when I heard the door slam and a lock click behind me. My clothes were thrown out from the windows next to the gate and I was left stranded at 3:00 am. I couldn't go home. not after an argument with my mom, so I decided to go to Trinity's. We were only lab partners so she was weirded out when I showed up to her house but quickly understood the situation.

Ever since, we have been inseparable.

"Fine I'll go, but don't expect me to have fun" I groan throwing my head back. "Yeah yeah, that's what they all say" Trinity rolled her eyes back and laughed. We were sitting on the floor in her room in front of a huge mirror. I was doing my makeup and Trinity was straightening her long, black hair. She was perfect in my eyes. Icey blue eyes and a tall figure, it was like a model sent to me. Trinity always knew the best advice and encouraged me to be my best self which I appreciated everyday.

As I finished my makeup I started on Trinity's and added some rhinestones as eyeliner to her face. We quickly finished packing everything up and began choosing our outfits. I wanted to be simple, so I decided to go with baggy camo pants and a black-fitting top. I added gold jewelry pinned my front pieces behind my ears and threw shoes on. Trinity dressed up in white cargo and a blue tank top with matching dunks.

While waiting for our Uber, Trinity took insta pictures for me and I reciprocated by doing the same to her.

Eventually , the Uber got to her house, and we went out.

We pull into the driveway and leave the Uber, thanking him in action. the house was average-sized, your typical house party with red solo cups everywhere, flashing lights, drunk people dancing, and of course couples on top of each other. I never really understood PDA. It kinda grossed me out. Just the thought of getting all up in your partner's business wasn't something | partook in, but others disagreed with me completely.

Immediately the smell of weed and the purple LED lights hit at once, and I felt my head starting to spin. "Hey! I'm so glad you two could make it. Y/n, right?" a tall brunette figure spoke. "Hi it's so nice to meet you as well, I didn't quite catch your name tho." I returned. Trinity pulled him into a hug, laughing at my comment. "Brayden" the boy spoke. He pushed his hand to his chest acting hurt by my words which I returned a playful slap on his shoulder.

We kept walking through the party and met up with some other girls, immediately taking shots. I normally didn't drink but who cares? It's the first day of summer might as well.

It was starting to get late. I knew I was going to drink but after one drink and another, I couldn't stop. My legs felt like jelly and my arms were going numb. My head was pounding, but I still felt so good. "I'm going to head out Trin, I'll see you later," I say to Trinity, barely in my mind. "Okay, get home safe and drink water," she remarks, even though she is just as drunk. I nod and start to find the nearest bathroom, needing to pee before ordering an Uber.

Once I reached the bathroom, I pull out my phone to order an Uber, but fail when my phone dies. "Are you fucking with me, cmon" I whine to myself, extending the “n”. I decide that's a problem for later as I use the bathroom and finish up.

I open the door and begin walking down the hall, back to where the party was happening, maybe Brayden was sober and could give me a ride.

As I start walking I hold onto the wall next to me, stumbling every so often. My head was pounding and I couldn't think straight when suddenly a liquid was splashed all over my top. "Holy shit I'm so sorry" a voice spoke over me.

I looked down at my top to see it drenched in whatever they had in their drink. "I swear it's only water, so it shouldn't ruin your top." The voice spoke again, now with a worried tone. "It's fine, don't worry about it," I said, backing up a little to see who I was speaking to, but fail as I stumble backward.

Before I could hit the floor, I’m picked up with my arm wrapped around them. The smell of cologne hitting me immediately. "Mmmm you smell good" I say against the person holding me. "Dior Sauvage sweetheart, are you alone?" they questioned. I look up to see a brunette boy, not Brayden but definitely similar. He was wearing gray pants and a hoodie. "N-по im with a friend but I was just leaving now" I mumble. My head was now throbbing and all I could think about was my bed.

"If you trust me enough I can give you a ride?" he offers. I knew it was risky, but god did I want to go home. "Yes please" I eagerly replied, both my hands were grabbing his biceps to keep me up, and his hands stayed right above my waist, at a respectful spot. "Okay," he said, and in one quick swift, I was being carried. My arms find a way around the boy's neck and I hide my head into his neck. I close my eyes as the smell of weed hits me once again while we exit the house.

"We’re almost at your place hang in there, kid" The boy chuckles. I was lying in the passenger seat with the chair reclined slightly and my feet were on the dashboard. My head was against the window as it still banged in pain. I nod to let him know I am listening, but instantly knocked out.

*end of flashback*

I finally roll out of bed and make my bed. No matter how hungover I was, my need to be organized won me over. I tidy up the room and head to the bathroom. I freshened up my face and threw on lounge clothes and uggs as I made my way to my vanity to start my makeup. I kept it light, considering my head pain, but I needed to look presentable so my mom wouldn't get suspicious.

It’s always been me and her, my dad left before I was born. For so weird reasons, I never found interest in finding him or even wanting a dad. Sure, Father's day was awkward, but other than that, I didn't mind. It wasn’t like I even knew his birthday.

I threw my hair in a slick back bun and sprayed my signature perfume. Finally finished, I head downstairs to my mom.

"Look who decided to show up," my mom says. I roll my eyes sit down on the stool and begin snarfing down the waffles she made me. "How was girls' night?" she asks. I almost choked on my waffle remembering I lied to her. "Oh u-uhm it was good!" I lied, my face was burning up. I quickly drink some orange juice to help with the coughing and took a deep breath before continuing my breakfast.

"Well I'm heading out for a shift, but can you bring this plate to the house across the street?" my mom says. She was holding out a plate of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. "Mom, no one lives there who would eat those?" I say. the house has been up for sale a while now. "A family moved in there yesterday morning, but I forgot to get them anything so I waited 'till today" she continues.

I groan before taking the cookies and placing them next to me. "You’re the best sweetheart, I won't be home till later, so feel free to use my card and get yourself dinner" she says, kissing me for head and beginning to leave. "Thank you, mom, love you!" I call out. I look out to see her blow me a kiss and start the car before driving off to the hospital. She is the best nurse I know.

I finish my breakfast and put it in the dishwasher before grabbing my phone and the cookies while heading out of the house myself. I lock the door and step out to the porch, the cool hair hitting me in an instant. I make my way to the house across the street.

Similar to mine, it was a two-story traditional house. The house had a brown exterior with a beautiful lawn that had a basketball court in the driveway. I skip over some steps and give the big brown door a knock and waiting a moment for someone to answer me. "I'll get it!" a voice shouts from inside. I hear shuffling to the door before it finally unlocks. But, my face instantly drops in shock.

It was the boy from the party.

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sergeifyodorov · 3 months ago

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I know 4 nations is still a couple of months away but if you specifically were the gm choosing the roster right now, what would your team Canada look like? (I am also curious about the other teams but don’t want to overwhelm you) I always love hearing your hockey thoughts!

ooh sarahhhh LOVE this q... also lowkey thank u for only asking about Canada b/c i have not thought about the other rosters at all. to be honest

ok lets get into it

(13 F, 7 D, 3 G)

Forwards:

Already named to the roster: Sidney Crosby, Nathan MacKinnon, Brad Marchand, Connor McDavid, Brayden Point

I'm not entirely sure if I had complete control I would pick Marchand, who is both a) pretty far past his prime (even if he is one of those guys who doesn't really age like other players do) and b), not entirely That guy, but I digress. Eight more forwards to name.

Mitch Marner: Easily the best Canadian player not on this list. Since there's no salary cap for the roster and you can go wild by just picking Everyone Good, the most important note of roster construction in my mind is special teams; on any given team you should have ~2 units each of PP and PK, so eight-ish PP forwards and four-ish PK forwards. Some guys don't really do either, so it's always an extra asset to find a guy who is good at both. Mitch Marner is good at both. (And also good at basically everything else.)

Sam Reinhart: I don't like saying it, but I will

Mark Schiefele: I also don't like saying it

Dylan Strome: Here's where it gets interesting. No, I promise this is not a purely narrative choice, although I understand why one might think that. I shrimply love me a smart playmaking centre (yes his points totals are probably inflated by the Caps' really high oish% for him, but he is firmly Very Good and, even as a 4C, should be firmly considered for the 4N.)

Travis Konecny: Legitimately one of the best penalty killers in the league, and also just an all-around threat. Also also a lot of the guys who tend to be picked for 4N are natural centres (e.g. Sidney, NateMac, CMD, Pointer, Reinhart, Schiefele, and Strome are all centres) so it's nice to not have to worry in his case about if he's going to have to move to wing or not.

Connor Bedard: Oh my god I want to see what this kid can do with offensive deployment on wing and actual good teammates

John Tavares: Departing from my usual "don't pick players who are floating into their mid-thirties if you can possibly avoid it" to say that Guys. Johnnifer is still Good. Like, still really good. Chugging along at a point a game and very, very good in the faceoff dot (58%) type of good.

Seth Jarvis: Also firmly underrated IMHO; just because he is a little guy and a bit of a dork doesn't mean we shouldn't, like, remember that He's Good. Because he is.

Reserves: Steven Stamkos (always a power-play threat), Mat Barzal (competent teammates question part 2), Claude Giroux (we all know what his deal is)

Defencemen:

Already named to the roster: Cale Makar

Oh, boy, are we not great at this whole "developing defencemen" thing. Let's see who we can put together.

Josh Morrissey: Basically Morgan Rielly but a little better, I think? Solid shooter, Of-D, etc etc.

Thomas Chabot: Severely undernoticed considering that the Sens have been shit and ass the entire time he's played there. Not his fault, though. Also there's no other Francophones on this list I feel so we should really fix that. What IS Quebec Doing?

Brandt Clarke: Okay, we can have a little "developing defencemen." As a treat.

Evan Bouchard: Why are you booing me? I'm right.

Chris Tanev: Chris Tanev

Brandon Montour: There are probably one or two better options but I like him more TO BE HONEST. Picking the forwards is like a careful examination of PK ability and faceoff percentages and primary points per minute. Picking defencemen has been entirely vibes. I'm very, very sure the L and R balance is just Not There.

Reserves: Maveric Lamoureux (queb AND developing. dual threat), Devon Toews (considering literally everyone will beg for the makar-toews pairing), Shea Theodore (I guess)

Goaltenders:

Lol and Lmao, even

Logan Thompson: The man is the Capitals' starter, helped win Vegas a Cup, and is also lowkey hot sexy and hot and sexy. Starter!

Joey Daccord: Swiss, Canadian, and American, so I'm sure we could convince him to come to the dark side. (Especially since the USA has holy-fuck level goalie depth. Jake Oettinger is a third-stringer.)

Marc-Andre Fleury: Look, this forward core is good enough that it can win us a game 7-6 if we really need it to. I just think he's fun.

#asks #thank uuuu for the ask HAD FUN!

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thefundiemuseum · 1 month ago

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(Semi-Serious) Baby Name Predictions for Jeremiah + Hannah

Brynley Noelle and Brielle Grace. Is it coincidence that these 2 names are super matchy, or are Jeremiah + Hannah going for a theme? Is it a "B" theme? A "Br" theme? A theme in which the first and middle names of one child are mashed up to produce the first name of the next, Renesmee style?

(Ok, it's probably not that one, but you never know.)

Here are my predictions for Baby Duggar-Wissmann #3, which I believe will determine whether or not there is a name theme going on.

If they're doing a "B" theme:

As much as I love terrible baby names and themed sibsets, I'll be surprised if they actually are doing a letter theme. Anna is the only one who did a single letter theme, which seems more like a publicity move in keeping with the Duggar brand, back in the TLC days. I assume most of the Duggar kids didn't like how matchy it felt to have a name gimmick, and decided not to do that to their own kids.

Blakely. I hate this name, but it also feels like one that Hannah would like. They could make it even worse by going with Blakelyn.

Bethany or Bethan. Bethany is a little too traditional to match with a name like Brynley, so "Bethan" is a more modern alternative.

Bailey. Could also be used for a boy.

Berea. (Pronounced "bur-EE-uh") A bit of an oddball, but Berea is taken from a name in the Bible. You'll find a bunch of churches out there with "Berean" in the name.

Bennett. This is much more likely if they were having a son, but I don't think this out of the question for a girl.

If they're running with a "Br" theme:

This feels even less likely than the B theme, as it's even more restrictive. However, I do know a family with all Br names, including the mom and dad. (There were only 2 kids, Brittany and Brianna, so it wasn't that extravagant.)

Brenna. "Brenna Duggar" just sounds like it's already a name. I also think it's odd that Hannah hasn't used the middle name "Ann" yet (4 of her siblings have used that as a middle, as it's her mom's), and "Brenna Ann Duggar" feels like it could be a real name.

Brooke. No idea how close Jer + Hannah are to Joe + Kendra. If they associate a lot, they might not want to cause confusion with Brooklyn.

Briony or Bronwen. I regret to admit that I like both of these names, and they feel like classier versions of Brynley.

Brightly. Of the semi-serious suggestions I've seen, this one feels possible.

Breathany. No idea who on fundieblr came up with this one, but it is hilarious.

Bristol. Feels like a name from Teen Mom and sounds too much like "pistol" to really fit the sibset, but it's different enough from the sibset to avoid confusion.

Braelynn. I think Hannah has a little more sense than to use a name like this, but having 3 kids under age 3 might induce some poor judgment.

If they're doing a Renesmee-style name mash-up game:

I'm only throwing this out there because of how weird it is that "Brielle" is so similar to "Brynley Noelle." Whatever middle name they choose will end up doing the heavy lifting in determining the next child's name.

All of these names are inspired by smushing together "Brielle" and "Grace."

Bracyn. I had to get creative and throw an "n" in there at the end. This is more of a boy name in line with Ayden and Brayden, but not implausible. It's like Grayson, but worse. (If there is a "B" or "Br" theme going on, and they end up having kids in the double digits, I could see this name making an appearance later.)

Breeze. The end sound of Grace is not as buzzy as the "z" in Breeze, so this is a bit of creative license.

Gracielle, a super implausible name, or Giselle, a real name that is more in the spirit of the Renesmee game than true to the mechanics of it.

Elise or Alice, combining "Elle" and "Ace" from the ends of the two names in question. Again, more in the spirit of the theme than true to it.

If there is no theme, and Jeremiah + Hannah just have super specific tastes in names:

Emersyn. I was looking for names that match the vibe of Brynley without the matchy "ly" or "ie" ending, and I think this one is a strong contender. (Bonus points for a stupid "y.")

Paisley. NGL "Paisley" is one of those names that I know is awful, but I love it.

Hadley, Emery, Everly, or Kinsley. While these names feel more in line with the Bates family (and I'm not just saying that because Everly is a Bates name), they wouldn't surprise me coming from Jeremiah + Hannah. A few years ago, I would have said the same thing about Brynley, yet here we are.

My top guesses are Emersyn Ann, Brenna Ann, and Blakely Gloria.

#duggar family #wissmann family #duggar wissmann family #jeremiah + hannah #shitty baby names

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therabbitthatpostthings · 6 months ago

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Okay let’s talk about Murder Drones Finale 😭😭😭

SPOILERS FOR EP 8! ALL OF IT. MURDER DRONES SPOILERS HERE

First off that opening was so cool. Brayden's still on fucking fire, the teacher is so over it. I love it.

Nuzi being Cringe!

THEY ARE SO FUCKING CRINGE YOUR HONOR I LOVE THEM! Uzi asked are they dating and he says "That was the plan!" I LOVE THEMMMMM OMGGGG! I can't get a good screenshot of it but they do wrap they tails together during the fall.

The Animation

I just- it's so fucking good. The red lights as the planet is destroyed. The way that the purple light of Uzi's Null reflects on Cyn's robotic and flesh parts. This is an episode you gotta watch frame by frame. I'm just gonna lump cinematography and shot choices in here too. Like the only way for everyone to truly understand what I'm talking about I NEED YOU TO WATCH THE EPISODE! Like it's well known that every episode is a reference to a horror movie, the Prom is Carrie, Cabin Fever is Friday the 13th, etc. I feel like we don't appreciate how scary this show actually is. The way shots are laid out and scenes are paced give off such unease. It's great I love it. I'm sorry but Uzi trying to put her own heart back in her chest AND save N who is being disemboweled is INSANE WORK. AND THE HANDS! THE HANDS!

AND THE EXPRESSIONS! YALL- FUCK- getting across so much emotion with robot characters is always my favorite thing to see.

And of course! Uzi, N, and V vs Cyn and J. I- it's just- y'all go watch this fight pls. This shot is so fucking beautiful...

J vs V

So J knew the whole time. Big Yikes. ALSO MY PRINCESS BABY GIRL IS ALIVE! God on J for living past the end credits but WOW- for Cyn to trick her... I wonder how much of that she really thought was Tessa.

Khan, Lizzy and Thad

I love this shot of Khan so much.

I still believe that the "secret friend" was Khan and/or Nori just because there is no reason for Lizzy to not tell Thad (also V texted her AFTER the planet exploded to let her know she's alive which she wouldn't need to do if she still thought Tessa was Tessa). It would be funny if it was all three. Nori was gonna get the cross to the surface and give it Lizzy to get to Khan. Khan asked Lizzy to find the hideout since she was hanging out with V in between Ep2 and 3 and then V texted her after the planet exploded to stall J. Honestly love that for Lizzy did the most and cared the least. Side note, the way Lizzy is so unbothered in the fight confirms to me that she is the homeroom teacher's daughter.

But yeah! I'm glad these three made it to the end and they didn't do the thing where Lizzy and Uzi become besties. I like Lizzy as V's friend more. Love love LOVE- Khan looking at Nori's core and saying "Kinda hot..?" Nice to know that the Doorman women have a type. And Thad. Sweet little prince Thad. Just a good dude.

Cyn (this whole part is rambly)

I've been very specific about referring to Absolute Solver as Cyn. I usually write "Absolute Solver/Cyn" when reffering to them. Cyn is dead though. Uzi burned up her core and ate the [null]. So for brevity, I'm just gonna call it/them Cyn.

Speaking of Cyn. I love Cyn. I don't think I talk about how much I love Cyn. I can't talk about Cyn without talking about her relationship to N, V, and J. N, V, Nori and Uzi all refer to Cyn as her. J refers to Cyn as it. Cause that's all it really is. Cyn was the host- someone who is long gone. Even when Uzi was taken over V was angry at Cyn: "Same horrors, huh Cyn?"

J on the other hands says: "It tricked me too." She's knows what the Solver is and sees it for what it is, a virus. We've seen from the memories that N and V (especially N) were a lot closer to Cyn than J who sided with Tessa and the Elliots. This distinction of calling Cyn shows that N and V can't or won't distinguish the two. This is someone they grew up and lived with. N is hesitant and scared cause that's who little sister vs V who is angry cause this is the creature that replaced Cyn. Remember V says "We do our job, and that thing leaves us alone." As far as V is concerned Cyn was always like this and she just wants to save her team, especially N. (As far as Uzi and Nori go, they've never known the Solver by any other name except Cyn so no need to change it. Absolute Solver is a mouthful compared to Cyn). My point it, it hurts seeing the person you love become a monster and even more to know that Cyn 1001 was never there. The only time we saw her was as that little scared Robot in the pile. They never really knew her and maybe there's hope that Cyn, their Cyn, is in there but she isn't. She never was, it's always been the Solver.

And because I have to mention it. In N's flashbacks after Cyn caves his chest open we see flashes of this happening at the mansion and V's body on the floor. Which was expected, we know Cyn made them but what I'm thinking is, Cyn DEFINITELY used N to kill Tessa.

ANYWAY- now I get to talk about how much I love this fucking little freak. She is so CREEPY! I love everything about Cyn. I love how she moves- how her movements are so creepy and fluid. Like all the animation is fluid but she moves extra-fluid. It's creepy she's creepy I love her! I love how much personality she has, they totally could have went the soulless machine route but no, just like the Worker Drones she HAS personality! She sadistic, malicious, and manipulative. Genuinely there is so much wrong with her. Like there is so much about her to talk about that I can't even explain in words. Better to assimilate than explain tbh. Like she shows genuine interest in the Murder Drones. She kept their personalities in tact because of N, even knowing that V and J would be liabilities. She even told Tessa as long as she didn't get in her way, Tessa would be unharmed. She could've easily killed the banquet without all the flair but she was angry at the Elliot family for threatening her, N and the rest of the Drones. The singularity is the point where technology reaches when we, humans, can no longer control it. It is indistinguishable from our concept of humanity. I'm not gonna get all philosophical and ponder the legitimacy of the Drones AI, I think the show does that well enough. They have thoughts and feelings, they are alive, plain and simple. This story is not new btw, robots living in the remains of human society and having their own personalities and living as an extent of humanity has been done before. The examples I can think of are Wall-E, Stray and I Have No Mouth... works too (kinda). Basically, Cyn as the antagonist have her own personality that goes beyond the mindless machine route is so fucking cool and I love it. I love has antagonistic she is to everyone, even people she likes. It's not like she doesn't understand empathy, she just doesn't care. "Your copies will forgive me." And again! The is not new, this is not a new character type, I'm sure but it's done well here. She is amazing and I love everything about her. Cyn you are freaking crazy baby girl and I love you.

The Ending

She a damaged OC now, what else is there to say?

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swissboyhisch · 2 years ago

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MASTERLIST

JAMIE DRYSDALE

Last Call Inspired by "Last Call" by Will Linley.

NIKITA ZADOROV

My Jersey After a little rain comes sun... And thunder. Thunder in the form of a six-foot five Russian defenseman.

That Scar Hurt By The Way In a world where everyone has a soulmate link, you happened to luck out with a pain link.

NATHAN MACKINNON

Lost In Japan Inspired by "Lost In Japan" by Shawn Mendes.

TYLER SEGUIN

Picasso The perfect family... Mum. Dad. And three dogs. With a touch of fluff and uninformed comment.

DYLAN LARKIN

You know I love you right? After bad game, what more could you ask for? Maybe just chinese, Netflix and some good old cuddling.

CONNOR MCDAVID

I’m Your Favourite, Eh? An All-Star Competition and a married couple with a kiddo. What more could you ask for?

I Brought Too Many Sorry Female issues are always a fun time of month. Even worse... running out of pads in a time of need. Luckily someone comes to the rescue, a little too well.

MATTHEW TKACHUK

Surprise Cheerleader Surprises from one party to another during a big Volleyball game.

All-Star Love The NHL All Star weekend is always fun. But bring in a romance… Then that's when it becomes interesting.

GUSTAV NYQUIST

Hey There Delilah Inspired by "Hey There Delilah" by Plain White T's.

NICO HISCHIER

Thanks For The 20 Kiddos Hosting hockey players was normal. Guys that would become brothers. Until him.

Cupid Cousin First game against his old team for your cousin and he wants you there. Luckily some of his ex-teammates are cute.

The Aussie BBQ Experience You finally got to take Nico home to Australia. He got the true experience of an Aussie BBQ.

The Aussie Easter Experience Nico gets to experience an Aussie Easter after being not making the playoffs.

The Aussie Snack Experience As a marketing idea, you get to feature in a video with Nico trying snacks from your home country.

The Aussie Chrissie Experience Since Nico is injured just before Christmas, you head back to Australia for Nico to experience an Aussie Chrissie.

Sorry But I Really Like Her You head to Newark to see your parents new place after avoiding it like the plague. Maybe this time, something with make you want to come back.

We're Not Naked You just wanted some time alone with your partner. Sadly, your brothers are clingy.

Hughes Siblings Acquired (Part 1) Somehow, the New Jersey Devils acquire a player who will fit in well on the team.

Welcome to New Jersey (Part 2) Quinn arrives to New Jersey and has his first training with his brothers and new team.

The Sugar Fix After opening your cafe and bar, a familiar hockey player comes in opening day. Seems like he remembers you too.

JACK HUGHES

Prom Queen Inspired by "Prom Queen" by Molly Kate Kestner.

LUKE HUGHES

Don't Want to Lose You (Part 1) You notice something is wrong with your body. A wrong diagnosis then something you never wanna hear.

Will You Be There When I Wake Up? (Part 2) Two weeks pass and it's time for surgery.

I'd Marry You Tomorrow (Part 3) As a precautionary measure, you follow through with the doctor suggestion to collect eggs. It wasn't as an easy process as you thought.

MACKENZIE BLACKWOOD

Home Inspired by "Home" by Phillip Phillips.

MAT BARZAL

Opening Night For once Mat is your pretty accessory for your big night. Instead of the other way round.

Drunken Mistakes (Part 1) After receiving some bad news, you just wanted to not be alone. After a couple drinks, what most likely is a bad decision, starts to sound too good to miss.

New York Luck (Part 2) After a lovely holiday, your partner breaks up with you and so you turn to your only friend in the city.

CARTER HART

Something In The Orange Inspired by the song "Something In The Orange" by Zach Bryan. Little Miss Klutz Despite you hating your pain link to your soulmate, he had a tendency to look on the brighter side.

BRAYDEN POINT

You’re Not Useless Broken bones and being bed bound can affect you more than physically. Fighting words are thrown between the pair.

STEVEN STAMKOS

WAG Meetings After it's confirmed that the boys will go to playoffs for another season, the WAGs have a meeting to discuss the most exciting part. WAG Jackets.

AUSTON MATTHEWS

My Family A pair of friends reunite with a surprise in store for one of them. Oops, it's a baby.

Bad Day = Cuddles After the worst day you have had in a long time, your boyfriend at home was ready to take care of you.

You're My Favouite A visit to your family goes wrong when Auston meets your Aunt.

MATTHEW KNIES

Halloween Surprise The team's Halloween party seemed like the perfect time to reveal to everyone who you were dating.

MITCH MARNER

God, You’re Amazing A championship game ends up being the best day for multiple people's lives.

Stop Flirting With Marner! A few Leafs spy a figure skater practicing on the ice of the All-Star Arena. After persistent bugging from his friends, one finds himself embarrassing himself to try score a date.

WILLIAM NYLANDER

Flirt With Her Tomorrow A day spent at a stable as a team bonding exercise turns out to be a great place to meet people for some.

Never Letting You Go Again Bumping into exes are always fun. But with a little meddling from a sweet cafe owner who's missed her favourite regulars, some truths are revealed.

ANTHONY BEAUVILLIER

Baking Antics A rainy day means baking and dancing in the kitchen.

Kick Ass Your first time back in a competition and your luck charm definitely helped.

QUINN HUGHES

Support My Girl The final dance concert comes around and you're lucky to have such a supportive family.

SOCIAL MEDIA FIC MASTERLIST

ALL WRITING AND GRAPHICS USED ON THIS POST IS MINE. I CREATED THE VISUALS FOR THIS ON CANVA.

UPDATED: 9/11/23

#swissboyhisch #swissboyhisch masterlist #masterlist #nhl fic #nhl imagine #nhl smut

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weirdsillycreature · 7 months ago

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Dr. Franklin Murray (Vendetta): I think it's time i introduce my brother to albert, the gang & jett.

here he is: Brayden Murray

His face got completely eviscerated to the point where it's literally impossible to recognize.

also that hat he's wearing is our father's hat, he's just wearing it so he can remember our father.

(also can u draw him in ur style & convert into a polo?)

(fun fact: the image i used is actually me irl, just distorted & alternate-like)

Damn-

(also, I didn't have much time to draw him- so I could only draw the polo :'3

Although it was also difficult for me to draw him-)

#oc #original character #oc art #incredibox #art #orin ayo #orin ayo oc #tragibox

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retiredficwriter · 7 months ago

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me? being tagged by @jetsteelyourheart ?? what an honor!

just like the top 5 favorite characters: Make a poll with 5 of your favorite rarepairs/crackships. See which one is everyone's favorite!

i became too invested in this. some of these ships i haven't thought in years, so it was nice to relive the times i was obsessed with them. i narrowed it to one ship per media/fandom and just like my tag-buddy, I'll provide my questionable reasons/propaganda.

REASONS/PROPAGANDA

Sydney Sage/Trey Juarez:

so when i was first reading bloodlines, i read online that sydney gets a human boyfriend in book 2. i had heard about brayden but never in the context of HIM being the boyfriend, so i thought he was the random dude in book 1 (wasn't he, unironically, called hayden??) who asked sydney out. i was theorizing who that boyfriend would be until my brain went: "omg.... IS IT TREY??" and got soo hyped. i loved their interaction in book 1 and thought exploring them in a romantic setting would be so interesting, especially with the implication of trey having a major role. they are so similar (growing up in a cult, daddy issues, both being smart) and yet, trey has some adrian-like traits?? charming, popular in the dating pool, laidback... and it would create some tension between sydrian??? imagine adrian watching trey and sydney date and feeling discouraged because she found a human "version" of him?? and with trey being a warrior, he would try to get sydney to have the alchemist side with them and push the "moroi are evil" narrative, creating more doubts for sydney to rebel! BUT THEN SYDNEY HELPS TREY REBEL AGAINST THE WARRIORS!!

i love their friendship as is, and know for a fact they wouldn't last that long but man... i would have eat up their failed romance.

bonus point for an adrian/sydney/trey polycule

Rachel Berry/Sam Evans:

ah yes. my first ever rarepair. since that one episode in season 2 where she and finn helped sam with his young siblings, i fell in love with them. if you were in the glee fandom, you know every single couple was problematic one way or the other (this is the writers' fault). yet somehow, every relationship sam was in, it was the healthiest the woman he was with ever had. and i wanted that for rachel! i ate all the crumbs this show gave me, which were... almost nonexistent. the big difference between this rarepair and the others on this poll is that, in the show's final season, THEY BECAME CANON. I WAS SO HAPPY. they were very unpopular because it came out of nowhere and the writers only put them together to give rachel a love interest for the final season (and give the storyline they planned for finn to someone else), which... fair. but he was so caring, encouraging her to follow her dreams and telling her the tough truth about things she didn't want to hear. it was so good to see rachel heal from finn and her failed broadway dreams while with sam. (also she was less insufferable with him).

but then, ha... they broke up on the third to last episode of the series. so she could be with jesse who showed up out of nowhere on that same episode, after he "left" 4-3 seasons ago. don't get me wrong - i love st. berry! jonathan groff and lea michelle have chemistry! love ambitious broadway wannabes being a power couple! but why not, i don't know, put the storyline she had with sam with jesse instead so it could be more organic and avoid crushing my dreams???

i'm fine. not bitter at all. I'M FINE. I'M F-

Clarisse La Rue/Silena Beauregard (PJO):

this isn't a rarepair compared to the previous two, but within the pjo fandom, it isn't as popular (surprisingly?? at least in ao3. i'm so out of the loop). first time reading pjo, little old only thought of clarisse and silena as best friends. but as i got older and read more fan analysis of the series, i realized the tragedy of these two. either 1) clarisse had an unrequited crush 2) they dated and didn't work out 3) it was a failed situationship. the daughter of ares, the girl people in camp-half blood are so scared of because she is mean to everyone and can (and will) beat the shit out of them, had a wholesome friendship with the daughter of aphrodite, and one of the nicest people in the camp?? and this friendship appeared because silena helped clarisse with her "boy problems"??? and then clarisse basically protected and comforted silena after what happened with charlie?? no spoilers for those who haven't read the books, but they parallel a famous greek mythology couple and their ending hurts. still love silena/charlie, but god... poor clarisse...

can't wait to keep rereading the books and suffer once i get to their part!

Gary "Eggsy" Unwin/Roxy Morton (Kingsman)

everyone prefers hartwin and merlin/eggsy, but i can't help but love mortwin. i watched the first movie and loved their small moments. loved how they bonded over being the underdogs in the competition and, instead of becoming sworn enemies, they recognized each other as worthy opponents. their small fun, friendly-rivarly banter was cute. part of me was relieved they stayed as friends in the end... but i couldn't help but be soo disappointed. the chemistry? it was there!! even taron egerton said there was potential to explore a romance if given the chance! plus, i'm a sucker for well-developed friends-to-lovers.

never watched the sequel but after reading what the writers did to roxy, i'm glad i didn't and never will. i can now create my own sequel in my head and read fanfics of the story they deserve 😌

Bella Swan/Leah Clearwater (Twilight):

i want to thank this one brazilian fanfic i found years ago (and never wrote down the name and lost it 😔) for presenting me with this ship. everyone talks about bella/alice, bella/rosalie, bella/carlisle... but what about bella/leah??? think new moon, when bella has just been abandoned by edward, meeting the werewolves through jacob and therefore leah, who is still dealing with the whole paul/emily thing. they can still start out with leah hating bella but they can bond over being abandoned by their boyfriends and heal from it, and in the end realize they don't need them anymore - they can have each other!

i also love if edward still comes back and bella is conflicted, and it's a edward/bella/leah love triangle (apparently people ship edward/leah and how i never heard of it?! imagine the drama!!) i will take anything where jacob isn't involved

tagging @morocorra @forcebookish @artianaiolanthe @sydneysageivashkov + anyone who wants to do this!

#bloodlines #sydney sage #trey juarez #treydney #glee #samchel #pjo #ruegard #kingsman #mortwin #twilight #swanwater #is this their ship name?? idk let's go with it!#i didn't mean to write a dissertation 🫣#my rambles

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mrs2224 · 5 months ago

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A Court OF Shadows and Shields

Chapter 2: Shadows That Can Kiss

Relationships: Azriel/Female OC, Rhysand & Female OC.

Summary: Milla's Journey into Prythian is just starting.

TW: Panic Attacks.

Music Suggestions while Reading: 'I Want to Live: Instrumental' By Borislav Slavo From the Baldur's Gate 3 Soundtrack

We walked up a somewhat winding staircase until I was brought to a large and ridiculously fancy room. My stomach turned and my body was shivering with nerves. I felt my chest get more firm from the coldness that surrounded me. My wedding dress was all torn up. My hair was a mess. The long braid was now supplying flyaways coming out in large chunks. My face was still bruised and bloodied from my father and his men hitting me. My makeup smudged all over my eyes and onto my nose.

The devil-winged man stopped me from behind. His hand on my shoulder gently pushed me forward. I fell to my knees and my head lifted slightly taking in the sight. A man and a woman were sitting on what appeared to be a throne. They looked at me. With puzzled and somewhat stern faces. The commander with his devil wings. His long dark brown hair went to his shoulders. His beard was scattered here and there. He came in afterward. It was just the four of us. I was breathing heavily, and my bones ached. My eyes were stinging and pounding in my head.

“Who are you??” The voice said from the same man. I gaped at him. He was in all black. His violet eyes were staring into my soul. His deep tan skin and short blueish-black hair pushed back. He also appeared to be some kind of elf. He looked like Astarion from Baldur’s Gate if he was sitting on a throne. The only thing missing was the glass of blood in his fingers and White hair. Maybe he was a Vampire?? But it was all in my head. I am not Faerun. Though I was kneeling before some kind of prissy king. So I remained quiet and still.

“I won’t ask again…” He got up from the chair and trodded down the few steps before him. His fancy designer shoes stopped right in front of me. “Who are you??” His voice was nothing but rigid.

“Milla…” I mumbled out from my wobbly huge lip. “…W-where am I?? Who are you??” I responded. My voice was hitched with defeat and tiredness.

“You should know where you are and Who I am. You wandered into my territory.” He responded.

“But I don’t! What is this place?” I reacted. “I was running. I jumped off a cliff…. I landed in the snow…. I-I needed help..” I said each word as if it was eating me alive. I didn’t want to give too much information about who I am. In case they would send me back to my father. “…I Thought… I was in Heaven...But Faerun?? Or maybe Hell??”

The Commander let out a laugh. He held his hand to his chest. His shoulders lifting up and down. Like what I said was funny.

“That’s a good one… Hell…” He rubbed a tear that came out from the corner of his eye.

The ruler surveyed me. He raised an eyebrow. Studying me. He walked behind me. And was looking around the throne room.

“Interesting… But your eyes glowing blue... Maybe you are a spy from one of the other Courts” He plundered to me.

What did this knock-off version of Astarion Elf want?? How could I spy if I don’t even know where I am? My head was aching so powerfully. I thought about that game. It gave me such happiness. The only thing that kept me sane other than Brayden… Even though words hurt to say. My horse was shot in front of me. My father was the one responsible for it. It made me feel nothing, but anger. I felt the fire burning up inside of me. I didn’t show any physical emotion right now. Just in my brain, I was in pain.

“The what???…” That is all I could get out. I raised an eyebrow. “… Look, I don’t know where I am and who you are… But I thought I was dead. or had died at least.”

The girl on the throne spoke finally. She stared at me.

“She’s telling the truth. She is not a threat. But she is badly injured.” She spoke in a soft tone.

“But Feyre, We have no idea. This girl came from the mortal lands with power that cannot exist there.” He replied.

“Mortal lands?? What in tarnation is that?? I am from Virginia. in the United States.” I bitted out.

They all looked at me with eyes of shock. The Quiet man behind me with his hand stilled on my shoulder. His hands in general were larger than my shoulder bones. But they were soft and felt warm. Calming. I felt connected to them. Like something was pulling on my heart from them. But I wasn’t aware or paying attention to it at all. I would be honest. I felt it twice with two thumps I heard from the chests that were surrounding me.

The girl named Feyre stood up and walked down to meet me. She kneels before me and looked into my eyes. She could see the sorrow and confusion.

“She is not from here” Feyre spoke. “She somehow made it to Prythian... I don’t know how. But she not is in her world anymore.”

“Am I dead??” I looked at her.

“No. You are not” She looked at me. Probably seeing the black eye. The gash across my nose. The busted and bloodied lip.“But you are badly hurt. We need to heal you.”

Feyre stood up and looked at the elf behind her. She nodded to him before she helped me up from the floor. Her arm went around my shoulder as she walked me out of the throne room.

I turned around and looked at the three men staring at me walk away. The one with his hand on my shoulder turned to me. His eyes finally matched with mine. They were the most beautiful eyes I have seen. Hazel but you could see some specks of gold. I turned my head forward before walking out of the Throne room.

Feyre led me to another bedroom downstairs. She brought me in. It was larger than the one I was in earlier. And it was far more fancier than another bedroom I had growing up. A Balcony was overlooking the view of the mountains. She looked at me admiring the space. And smiled at me.

“That was the same reaction I had when I first came here” She laughed a little.

“Yeah. I guess it’s a lot.” I laughed with her too. That was when I noticed that she was an elf too.

“I was a human once, I understand how you feel.” She responded. Her voice was so calm and smooth. She sounded like she could narrate books for children or adult readers.

“How did you turn into an Elf??” I raised an eyebrow.

“Elf?? No, I am a High Fae.” She glanced at me with a confused face.

“Oh?? Is that a fancy word for Elf” I was also very confused. Is a High Fae another word for an Elf?? My eyebrow raised. She laughed though. Shaking her head.

“No. I am a Faerie.” She smiled. Even if I was confused as hell as where I was. And Why these guys are Faeries? Because I have seen Tinkerbell and Pixie Hollow. And whatever Feyre was, definitely was not the kind of Faerie that I had seen.

“Oh. Well, That’s interesting. I have never met a Faerie before. But I lived on a farm and owned cattle” I giggled while sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Cattle?? Interesting I never knew Mortals were able to do that.” She crossed her arms in a relaxing pose.

“Well, I had earned my keep somehow” The words flowed from me. The sound of my Virginian accent caught her eye and made my words sound funnier.

“I like how you talk, it’s funny. Anyways why don’t you take a bath? There are some clothes in the drawers. Come meet me in the library.” Feyre smiled at me. “It’s nice to meet you, Milla.” She left the room. And I was alone again.

Out of everyone that I had met, in this strange universe. She was the nicest. She looked young, younger than me. But she was gentle and kind. I stood up from the beautifully decorated bed. And made my way to the bathroom. The room itself was like something I had seen out of a ridiculously fancy hotel room. I stripped out of my dress thanking myself that it was not tied up in the back. I tossed the dirty and bloodied fabric onto the floor of the bathing room. My feet walked onto the black sparkle tile. I stepped into the beautifully large tub. Slowly sinking into the warm water. The scent of rose petals and lavender. I unbraided my hair. letting my long dark brown hair get wet. I grabbed some bottles that looked like shampoo before scrubbing myself clean. My face was stinging with pain, and my lip still hurt whenever I touched it.

I looked out at the night sky and the mountains through the large opened windows. Wherever ever I was. It was not home. It was not the wide-open pastures of my land. It was not the maple and oak trees that were surrounding the area where our cattle would graze. It wasn’t the place that I would trail my horse on whenever I wanted to get away. I studied my dirty fingernails a little trying to forget the memories of the last twelve hours of being here.

I slowly got out of the tub after an hour of being alone. Taking in the pleasantly calm atmosphere. I grabbed a towel. heading back to the bedroom. I poked my head back into the bathing room and my dress was gone. Like it disappeared. I panicked a little.

“Oh… Where did you go??” I narrowed an eyebrow trying to find it. They were on the floor next to the tub when I left but the bloody dress was gone. I sighed and palmed my face.

Feyre mentioned the drawer of clothes. And boy was she not wrong. There are all sorts of clothes. Not the kind of outfits I had worn back at home. My eyes finally snagged onto an outfit. A See-through top in dark blue. with the cuffed sleeves it sparkles all over it. I found some flowy pants that matched the shirt. I looked for a bra and panties that matched the color of the outfit. I dressed myself up looking at the floor-length mirror.

If I wore this at home, I would have been considered a slut around my town or at high school. Before I graduated and got my Master’s in music. But maybe the fashion trend here was ‘let’s get completely exposed’. So I would rock with it. It was either that or wearing a dress. And I was done wearing dresses for now. I chose to go barefoot. I re-braided my hair. pulling some strands out from the frame of my face.

I walked out of the room. I had no idea where the Library was. There was a body that was leaning against the wall right next to the wooden door. It was still the same quiet devil-winged man with those beautiful eyes. He gazed me up and down. I rolled my eyes and his face narrowed at me. He was covered in shadows.

“Where is the library??” I said looking up and down the halls. I was pretty sure he wasn’t going to say anything. But then the voice spoke.

The winged man finally said, leaning off the door. His bat wings relaxed.

“This way” His voice was so cold, but god was it somewhat hot. He nodded for me to follow him. He only made a few steps before turning to me. I sighed following him. as we walked through the halls.

The place was less like a dungeon and more like a palace you could see the night sky everywhere. We walked up a few steps before reaching the small room. It was cozy and decorated like a traditional library you would see in someone’s old antique house.

Feyre and the man next to her sitting in their seats. Feyre smiled seeing me. The man was serious and not giving any emotion whatsoever. I had no idea what his problem was but I didn’t let it push me. I had thoughts of pushing him off the…

“Milla! Come sit!” Feyre interrupted my inner thoughts with her smile. And she gestured to the seat in front of them.

I slowly lowered myself in the chair. Quiet as can be.

“Would you like something to eat??” She questioned me.

“Uh, sure. Thank you, Ma’am.” I bowed.

“What did you call her??” The man next to her raised an eyebrow.

“Ma’am? It is just good manners” Had they never heard of that?? Is Ma’am like a bad word or something?

“No, You will call her High Lady” He corrected me. His face narrowed to me. He looked like an overly dramatic man-child when you tell him no to something.

“Rhys!” She barked at him. “She can call me what she wants”

Feyre smiled and nodded.

I avoided Rhys. My gaze turned to the night sky trying to count the endless amount of stars. I was only watching for a few minutes. Before turning my head. there was already food in front of me. I almost jumped getting out of my seat. I didn’t hear plates being brought out or being placed. I breathed in look at the coffee table. I studied it from afar.

“How?? What??” I looked at the meal and backed up the young female faerie.

“It’s ok, Don’t worry” Feyre raised a hand in protest. I sat back down in the chair. I took the knife and fork and took a bite into the meal. This was different than the food from home. But god was it good. Whatever this was. It was better than any I could make. It looked like a chicken with vegetables and potatoes. It was also supporting some kind of gravy or sauce. But it was so mouth-watering good.

“This.. this is better than anything I can cook” I snorted. I did not like eyes on me while eating and being the only one to eat. I made myself look small.

“Good, I am glad” Feyre responded.

There was silence for a while before Rhys cleared his throat. I looked up from my now empty plate. My stomach was full and I felt cozy enough that I could have taken a nap.

“Now that you have eaten, and cleaned yourself up. We need to know how you got here??” He crossed his arms over one another. What is with this guy?? Do they have an FBI or CIA here in this world that is called Prythian?

“I-I don’t know. I jumped off a cliff and I ended up here. I was for certain I died.” I responded to him. I put my hand over my eye. Trying to avoid his intoxicating eye contact.

“Why did you jump off a cliff?” Rhys stared at me. God I hated being in his presence so much right now. I looked away from him completely. Because I felt something beating inside this library. I couldn’t pinpoint where it was or what it was to be exact. But I kept my eyes forward looking around the place. There were only four of us.

“I-I don’t feel comfortable saying that” I replied still distracted. Feyre’s eyes were on me with concern. But Rhys wasn’t tolerant he snarled.

“Listen, if you are going to be here. You are going to need to say everything just in case you are not some spy.” He scolded me.

Anger rose in my bloodstream. My body was hotter than it was before. I rose from my chair and narrowed my eyes at him. I felt like I was burning up on fire.

“I. Am. Not. A. Spy” I gritted at him. His eyes widened to see the fire-like an actual fiery glow coming from them. I turned away and breathed in. “Do you think I wanted to be here?? I did something to get out of a misery. Isn’t that good enough” I lastly bitted out.

“Rhysand, let her be!” Feyre spoke behind me.

I walked out onto the large balcony. Watching the night skies. I was high up in the mountains. I sighed and tried to hold back tears. Counting down to keep myself from crying. Cowgirls don’t cry .

“I am not from here. Because Home doesn’t have Elves or Faeries or Bat-winged people with shadows as Pets… But I cannot go back home. So I will leave and go back out in the wilderness and let whatever is out there kill me” I spoke in a silent tone. “Since you think I am some fucking spy.” My teeth clenched and I gritted. I felt Feyre approach me. Her hand was on my shoulder.

“You can stay here. With us. As long you want. If you wished to go home. I bet we can find a way to bring you back.” Her voice was genuine. She pulled me into a hug. I was hesitant But I wrapped my arms around her. As I let her hug me.

“As long it’s fine with pretty boy, I’ll stay.” I sighed gesturing my thumb to Rhysand. Rhys frowned from his chair at the comment.

Feyre smiled and laughed. “Of Course, We agreed before you came up here to see us. We want to help you. We will help you.”

“Thank you, High Lady. Whenever you want me to leave. I’ll just go” I responded looking down at my feet. I felt her pull away studying me.

“Call me, Feyre. And you won’t ever have to. If you feel like it. I’ll take care of it” She said again as if she made an oath to me.

“Okay, Feyre. Thank you” I smiled at her.

“That is my Husband, Rhysand. He is the High Lord of this Court. And that is Azriel, he is the shadowsinger” She gestured to the other men in the room.

“Nice to meet you.” I nodded to them both.

“Likewise, Milla” Rhys replied looking at me. “Sorry for getting you on edge”

“It’s fine,” I replied. It wasn’t, I still had plans for him .

Azriel looked at me and then at his High Lord. Back at me.

“Nice to meet you too, Milla” He spoke. his voice was so raspy but filled with coldness and he was quiet.

“Well now that you have met these two. Why don’t you get comfortable here for the night? I’ll have someone come in the morning to get you.” Feyre gave me a look. She was walking back into the room. Her hand was on Rhys’s shoulder.

“Alright.Thank you. Goodnight” I bowed my head a little. I stayed still.

��Goodnight Milla.” She replied Gesturing Rhys to follow her. He got up from his chair. He gave me a look. Before following his Wife out of the Library. Till I was left alone with the Shadowsinger. But it wasn’t for long because he disappeared into the shadows. Then I was once again alone.

I looked back out at the mountain range before turning to look at the small library. It looked like something you would see out of Beauty and the Beast but if the library was cut in half. I looked around the bookcases looking for a book to read. Since I couldn’t use my phone or anything like that. I did like to read when I was at home. Normally anything that was fantasy or Sci-fi related.

I was probably in the Library for a few hours. Because when I was trying to figure out which book to take to bed. The candlelight went out and there was darkness throughout the aisle. I panicked grabbing a random book. As if someone was in the Library with me. I panicked since being in the darkness didn’t always sit well with me. My feet skidding out of the library.

I finally made it to my bedroom. Slamming the door, the candle in my room was still lit. I took a deep breath. The book was set on my bed. I went to the balcony to get some fresh air. I took some long deep breaths. It took me a minute before I could settle in.

Stripping out of my clothes. I looked to the bed and found a Black long-sleeved shirt that just somehow showed up. I looked around the room. That shirt wasn’t there before. But I picked it up. It smelled so good. Like cedar mist scent. I pulled the shirt onto me and It was super long. But I didn’t care. I got myself under the covers in bed. Grabbing the book that was down at my feet. Leaning my back against the soft pillows and opened a few pages. It was the history of Prythian which seems like to be the place that I am in. So since I'm stuck here for a while or forever. I decided why not read about this land. And what kind of creatures are as arrogant as the dumbass of the High Lord of this Court.

I was deep into an adventure about the High Lord of the Spring Court before sleep took over me. I fell deep into a slumber. Pulling the sheets up close to my face. I closed my eyes a little. But then I felt shadows surround me. I didn’t realize at first but I was trembling. My body was.

I looked up and saw the shadows wrapped me up in a blanket. I was scared. But then they kissed me on my skin everywhere. And hummed a tune that made me feel so calm. Whatever these Shadows were It was so comforting to me. I was able to sleep in such a deep slumber.

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cellythefloshie · 2 years ago

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;; Treat You Right Chapter Fifteen of the Road Wife Series

Table of Contents 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15

Summary: The Tampa Bay Lighting take a quick single-game road trip to Dallas, and with your empty calendar you're finally able to address what happened between you and Tony. NOTE: Surprises bitches (I say endearingly)! I'm dropping this early. The boys need all the support I can give them today. So this will just have to do. Kinks & TW: sex work, dry humping, hickeys/marking, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, went pretty vanilla with this one, more feelings than we are used to. Word Count: 7700+

TAGLIST: @equallyshaw , @charles11700 , @starshine-hockey-girl , @swissboyhisch , @wingedwheelprxncess , @luvmmarner , @fandomrejects

The team remained in Tampa for only a brief time after their longest road trip of the season. They were granted five days at home, just long enough to play Nashville in a short series of two games where each team was left with a single win. Then the team took the skies again, arriving in Dallas for a single game. They had arrived mid-day after a brief 2-hour flight. The single-game road trip had almost been enough to have you staying behind in Tampa as the team had planned to fly home after the game, but when the team was forced to book rooms for the night at a Dallas hotel that had started to feel more like home than your own appointment you had packed your bags and met the team on the tarmac.

With the late landing giving you only a few hours before the game, your calendar was clear. Not a single appointment was on your calendar for the duration of the trip, and while it left you feeling they had wasted a seat on the plane on you, your company was always welcome. Especially as it came to be game time and you retired to the suite that looked over the rink. It was a box reserved for the Lightning organization, with enough seats for their social media team as well as the players that were scratched for the night. It wasn’t very often you enjoyed the company of the players during game time, the demands of keeping up appearances often consumed you. So you welcomed the opportunity to get to know those who were scratched or occupied the taxi squad. That night, Volcov, Alex Barre-Boulet, Gemel Smith, Luke Schenn, Andreas Borgman, Ben Thomas, and Chris Gibson occupied the suite. You sat among them with your laptop open on the table, casually working as the game played out below.

The first period was a quiet one. With the expedition of a single goal at 3:55 scored by Brayden Point, his 11th of the season was assisted by Palat and Cirelli. Not even a single penalty was called. It may have been one of the quickest periods of hockey you had watched.

The game really came to life in the second period as it was kicked off with an interference call against Palat. The Bolts were successful in the penalty kill, and minutes later the Stars themselves took a penalty for delay of game as they sent the puck over the glass. The Bolts were unsuccessful in their power play as well. It wasn’t long before the Stars tied the game with a goal of their own. A power-play goal was scored by Miro Heiskanan after Cal Foote had hooked Alexander Rudulov. It looked as if the game may go into the second intermission 1-1, but before the period could come to an end Mathieu Joseph had given the Bolts a 2-1 with assists from Maroon and Colton.

It left morale high and the taxi squad boys rowdy as they stood up from their seats to indulge themselves in refreshments and conversation - but they could only be entertained by themselves for so long.

Feeling an arm drape over the back of your chair you looked away from your computer screen and up to the player that was casually demanding your attention with the careful graze of his large hand against your back. You were greeted with the sweet smirk of Luke Schenn as his thumb traced circles around your back absentmindedly, “We’re going to head down to the locker room for the intermission, check in on the boys, hype them up for the third. Did you want to come?”

“You guys go on ahead, I’ve got to wrap some things up,” you assured him with a smile of your own.

“You work too hard,” he punctuated the sentence with your name, his hand stroking over the breadth of a single shoulder before giving it a gentle squeeze, “we won’t be long.”

“I’ll be here,” you assured him and watched as the boys left, leaving you alone in the box suite. For a short time, you let yourself become enthralled by your screen. You made quick work of your task before you closed the laptop and tucked it away in its bag. Now, you could really enjoy the rest of your night. You abandoned the barstool-like chair that had been set at one of the cocktail tables and indulged in the mini bar and snacks that were left in the suite. You knew you really shouldn’t have, but you couldn’t let it go to waste. With refreshments in hand, you found a more comfortable seat along the edge of the suite. The comfort was welcome as you nearly melted into your seat. Your head leaned back against the seat, your eyes falling shut as you took in a heavy relaxed breath and took in the sounds that were as close as you were going to get to silence: the chatter of the fans in attendance and the entertainment played up on the jumbotron. And while it was loud, one thing was louder: the voice of a stranger.

“You’re new.”

Their words left you lurching in your seat, your drink spilling over your lap as you dropped it to reach for the armrest. Your heart thundered in your chest as you tried to recover your drink, putting it aside before you turned towards the source of the sound. In the doorway of the suite was none other than Tyler Seguin.

“And you’re lost,” you quipped from your seat and made no effort to make any formal introductions with your unexpected visitor.

Seguin had been on the Stars Injured Reserve list since the end of the 2020-2021 season having torn the labrum in his hip sometime during the playoff run - the playoffs that had the Bolts hoisting the cup for the first time since 2004. While Seguin had been very much out of the spotlight during his recovery, it didn’t seem to stop him from being there for his team off the ice. He stood in the doorway dressed in a burgundy suit that left you feeling underdressed even though you too were dressed in business attire. Your eyes were drawn to it, and how his blazar opened as she reached a hand up to brace himself against the top of the door frame. It left you to admire how his tie had become loose as the night had gone on, and his shirt was loose fitting as he had come to unbutton the one button that would have left it tight across his chest and his tie hung loose and lazily over his chest.

Tyler wasn’t dressed for business, that portion of his night had ended, and now he was looking to cause trouble and it had led him to you - but something told you that it wasn’t you that he had been looking for.

“I have to say, not many people complain when I walk into a room,” Tyler was charming and witty as he left the doorway and made his way into the suite. He grazed over the refreshments, picking up a sweet snack for himself on his way to the row of seats you occupied, more specifically the seat right beside you. “The last girl, Ella, she was much more welcoming…”

Ella. The slip of the woman’s name from his lips and repeated, echoed, haunted each of your thoughts as they raced through your mind. Not once before had you heard this time, and yet it made your skin crawl. Your mind spirals further when you let yourself really hear what Seguin had just said. The last girl. When you joined the media team, you had been filling a void, one that had been vacated at the end of the 2018-2019 season. Surely, Seguin was referring to the young woman who once worked for the media team - but one thought did not leave you: Had Ella been the first wife?

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, your heart pounding in your chest so hard you could hear it up into your ears as you reached down to grip the armrest tightly. Against your fingers, you could feel the warmth of Seguin’s body as he made himself comfortable. He spread his legs so that he could slouch casually as if he had sat beside you many times before, and he went as far as to have his knee come to rest against your own. You shifted away at the touch, but it only left him smiling - and that smile only seemed to grow as he leaned closer to you as if he had something to say, but you didn’t let him speak, not yet.

“Don’t you have someone else you can entertain?” you bit out, and you felt the warmth of his laughter against your cheek.

“Just doing my rounds, it’s good publicity-”

“It’s good publicity to bother the visitor’s media team?” You challenged him, letting your gaze meet his for the first time since he had sat down. His features were uncomfortably close. Every breath that escaped him could be felt on your face, and you could see every detail of his face from the warmth of his eyes to the quirk of his smile that told you that this man was more trouble than you could allow. Seguin was easily one of the most sought-after men in the NHL, and you had his undelivered attention. It made you uncomfortable in all the best ways, and you hated it - and what you hated more was the fact that any other woman would have killed to be in your position.

“No this, this was just the last spot on my stop. A courtesy stop really, because it’s usually a group of boring men in here taking notes, wanting to ask too many questions - but the Bolts,” his low laughter punctuated his sentence as he dropped his voice into a low, alluring whisper, “they like to keep an attractive staff… I must say, you’re ever more pretty than the last one - though, she was a lot more fun.”

You held your breath as you felt Seguin's warmth encroach on you, his fit frame leaning in slightly over the armrest that divided you. Then came the touch of his hand on the collar of your shirt, tugging it away just enough for his thick fingers to drag over the sensitive mark on your neck that had been left there by Brayden during your flight to Detroit on the last road trip.

“Though, they seem to be having their fun with you…” his words sent a shiver down your spine as your suspicions seemed to be all but confirmed. Whoever Ella was, wife or not, Seguin had taken a liking to her. She was the reason he was in this booth, with his suit relaxed and oozing with charm. If it had been another time, another place, it might have worked on you - but you were loyal to the team, and part of the team was walking right back through the suite door.

“You seem to be lost, Seguin,” came Luke’s voice after the shuffling of footsteps.

It drew your eyes back to the taxi squad, the sight of them bringing you a moment of relief. You’d never been happier to see them and it brought a smile to your features. As you smiled, Tyler laughed. He was far from intimidated by the likes of them, and instead of retreating he was leaning in to whisper in your ear to confirm all of your suspicions. “If you find that you’re up for a little fun after you take care of your boys tonight, give me a call.”

Your smile faded as you felt his hand graze up against yours, his hot touch lingering for but a moment as he handed off a slip of paper to you. You didn’t need to look at it to know that his number was written across it. You balled it up in your fist, your gaze hardening as he stood up from his seat, satisfied. His message had been delivered, and with his unwanted audience, it was time for him to leave.

“Enjoy the rest of the game boys,” Tyler gave them a cocky wave on his way out the door, but the boys paid no mind to him.

The taxi squad had already turned all their attention to Luke, who lingered the closest to the doorway to make sure Seguin didn’t try to linger. He went as far as to look out into the hallway before looking back at his teammates, the clock that counted down the intermission, and at you before he was calling the shots.

“Volcov, Boulet - run downstairs, you’ve got a few before the period starts. Get the captain’s attention and let him know what happens,” the rush of words from his lips only fueled the feeling of urgency that bubbled in the depths of your stomach.

It had you pushing yourself out of your seat and crossing your arms over your chest nervously. Then, you approached Luke who was turning his back on Volkov and Barre-Boulet. and turning his attention to you, “Hey,” his words were softly spoken as he reached out with both hands to take hold of your arms carefully, “you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m good,” you assured him, but your grip on the paper was growing tighter as you cast your glance downwards and spoke, “I tried to get him to leave…”

Your arms were left void of the heat of his touch as Luke reached up and took your chin between his thumb and forefinger. His gentle hold tilted your head back, his guidance forcing you to look up at him as he towered over you. Luke had never been an intimidating guy, and that didn’t change as he looked down at you with nothing but reassurance in his eyes.

Your name slipped over his tongue as smooth as velvet then he spoke, “You didn’t do anything wrong. Someone should have been here-”

“You guys didn’t know he would be coming by, he’s on their long-term injured reserve…” As you spoke Luke traced his thumb along the angles of your chin and jaw slowly, his touch distracting as you tried to reassure him in return, “He wasn’t supposed to be here.”

“And he won’t be back,” Volkov cut in as he and Barre-Boulet returned to the suite.

“You guys reach the captain?” Luke hummed as he let his hands fall from the smooth skin of your features.

“He knows. The whole bench knows.”

“Good, that might just be the fire they needed to get through the game,” Luke nodded and moved to take his seat as the third period began behind him - but you didn’t let him get too far.

“Wait-” Your hand was quick to reach out for his, your careful hold transferring the slip of paper from your hold to his, “take this, I don’t want it.”

Luke took the slip from you, spreading out its wrinkles and its fold and taking in the sight of the numbers written in a messy scrawl. You had gripped it so tightly it threatened to rip under the stroke of his thumb, not that it would have mattered if it had as Luke was quick to dispose of it in the trash.

“You would think the man’s run out of women in Dallas if he’s gotta come in here and try to steal our girl,” Luke tries to put you at ease with a semblance of a joke, his arm coming to drape around your shoulders to guide you back to your seat. Together you sat with the rest of the taxi squad and watched as the third period unfolded on the ice below.

To start the period, it had been evenly matched with each team having their opportunities to get more points on the board - but the goaltenders were quick to snuff out any attempt. It was near halfway through the period when frustrations festered and the Bolts took a bench minor for too many men. It left you on the edge of your seat, your hand reaching out to squeeze Luke’s knee each time the Stars had a semblance of a scoring chance. You were put at ease when the boys pulled through and killed the penalty and later drew one from the Stars when Colton took a stick up high. It was on that power play the Bolts went up 3-1 with a goal from the Captain himself. He had heard the message back in the locker room and had sent one himself. They were determined to win.

The efforts, however, almost seemed for not as the Stars were quick to come back in the final three minutes of the game with goals from Benn and Rudalov. The 3-3 score going into overtime left a sinking feeling in your stomach. Each passing second filled you with anxiety. The boys needed to win. Not for the standings. Not because it was a rematch of the previous year's Stanley Cup Final, but because of the message they were trying to send.

Overtime wouldn’t be enough for the two teams that had become one of the season’s biggest rivalries, as after five minutes of play the score remained the same. The game would be sent to a shootout.

Your anxieties only grew as you stood up from your seat and leaned up against the edge of the suite. You couldn’t just sit back and enjoy the game, not when sitting still felt impossible. You watched as the ice was cleared and the players took their seats on the bench. One by one they would take the ice, and up first, Jason Robertson. He was their rookie, and a hell of a good one too, which is why it didn’t surprise you when the puck met the back of the net almost effortlessly. With that goal, your stomach sank, your gaze flashing towards the squad in your company as they watched from their seats as Tampa sent out their first skater.

“Ross?” You hadn’t meant to let his name slip from your lips at the sight of him down on the ice. You knew all too well that this was his first-ever shoot-out attempt with the team, and that in no way put you at ease. Cooper should have been sending out Pointer, Stamkos, or Killorn - the big guns when it came to your shoot-out, and yet Cooper was choosing to send out the rookie. No one would really know how he would make such an attempt, and with being as new to the league as he was the only players that would know his style of player were his teammates.

You found yourself holding your breath as Ross skated in from center ice. His movements were quick, smooth, and effortless and his puck too found the back of the net. There was no containing your excitement at that moment as you shot up and let out a cheer that you were sure could be heard down on the benches as the rest of the 3,000 in attendance had been rendered to silence.

The shootout would require three more shooters. First, the Stars sent out Pavelski whose shot would be saved. Then, the Bolts sent out Pointer whose shot would give the team the 2-1 advantage over the Stars going into who would be their final shooter. Rudalov would take the ice only to his a for his attempt to be snuffed out by Vasilevsky.

It was a game worth celebrating, and yet as the hour drew late in the comfort of your hotel room you did not receive a single notification. It left you sprawled out across the bed, expression perplexed, as you pulled up your calendar and scrolled through the hours. Not a single appointment was scheduled, not that you could blame them. The team would be on a flight home come morning and the players returned to their wives before noon.

Back during the lengthy 11-day road trip, that had you visiting 3 different cities, you wouldn’t have complained about getting to go to bed alone. Tonight, however, your mind threatened to spiral down the depths of the rabbit hole that was Ella, and you didn’t want to sleep alone.

Your fingers were quick to fall on your contacts, your thumb scrolling through the players in your phone who were merely identified by their jersey number. Lips curled up into a tired smile as your thumb selected contact #71 and typed out a quick message: You still up?

The mere appearance of the ellipses as he typed was enough to have you moving for your bag that rested untouched in the armchair by the door. You didn’t need to dig through it to find what you were looking for, Cirelli’s sweatshirt had been the last thing you packed leaving it resting on top. You had been meaning to get it back to him but hadn’t yet found the opportunity - until now. Pulling it on over your head, you moved out into the hallway, and with a quick glance down at your phone you knew which room was your destination.

You kept your head down as you moved through the hall, your strides quick and quiet as you snuck down the hall to Cirelli’s room. You didn’t have to knock when you arrived as Cirelli was waiting on the other side to ensure you weren’t waiting out in the hallway. While the two of you weren’t breaking any rules, you both acted with caution - especially since this was the first time you would be alone with him since the incident at the practice facility twenty days prior.

It was all you could think about at the sight of him as the hotel room door was shut behind you. Its lock engaging was a mere echo in your mind as your eyes became fixated on the grasp of his hands around the handle. You thought of his hands often, an invading thought of how they felt tracing along your body, holding you, guiding you, fucking you. You hesitated in the doorway, your mind a mess as your hands balled the end of the too-long sleeves in your fists in a desperate attempt to ground yourself. Even Tony’s words were lost on you, and it was the touch of his hand against your arm that pulled you back to reality.

“Everything okay?” Tony raised a brow, his large hand giving your tricep and careful squeeze.

“Yeah, I’m great actually,” you smiled up at him and directed your dazed stare up at his features. You must have caught him just before bed, his hair was a mess and he stood in nothing more than a pair of loose lounge pants. “My calendar is clear, and I was hoping that maybe we could watch a movie or something like we used to…”

Tony’s touch left you, his hand raising to card through his thick curls as he glanced back towards his bed and the tv, “you get comfy, I’ll get it all set up,” he smiled in return before taking his lazy strides towards the television, “what do you want to watch?”

“I’m not picky, really,” you assured him as you crawled up the length of his bed and settled yourself among the comfort of the pillows. You left them for but a moment to place your phone face down on the bedside table, but when you returned to their comfort you snuggled down into them. Your lips came to pout slightly when their scent was still reminiscent of the detergent used by the hotel and nothing like Tony's. It was one of the downsides of only being in the hotel for a single night.

“Then you’re getting a Netflix classic,” he smirked, putting on one of the platform's most popular comedy series. You were sure Tony had probably seen each of their episodes many times, but it would be the perfect background noise.

The bed shifted as Tony climbed into his spot beside you, and the two of you were quick to fall into old habits. His arm wrapped around you without a thought, its strength drawing you closer as the familiar jingle of the show filled the room. You could feel his thumb stroking over its familiar path along the length of your arm that was concealed by his sweater and as you snuggled a little bit closer you could feel his every breath. The warmth of his body in turn warmed you, and soon you found yourself snuggling in just a little bit closer - your hand was on his chest and you draped a single leg over his. His body was a familiar comfort, one that you hadn’t realized you had missed until he was consuming every single one of your senses but your tongue - and you were ready to change that. Leaning your head back you smiled up at Tony who was quick to meet your gaze. This wasn’t the same look you had given him all those nights ago in Nashville. There was no nervousness, no shame, and no reason for him to think he wasn’t allowed to kiss you. Yet, Tony hesitated.

Raising his hand, Tony stroked over the smoke skiing off your cheek, his head shaking slowly from side to side as he let out a heavy breath that became your name on his lips. It sent a sinking feeling deep in your stomach, one that had you pulling away from his hold and pushing up to kneel in front of him on the bed.

“What’s wrong, Tony?”

Your mouth went dry with worry, your hands slipping into the sleeves of his sweater that you wore just enough to grip at the fabric. It was a simple act to try to keep your mind from racing as your studied Tony’s features - but it was failing. You couldn’t stop your thoughts from sliding into worry. Had Tony decided that having any kind of relationship with you was too much?

“I want to talk to you about what happened,” his words were heavy, and you didn’t need an explanation to know what exactly he was speaking to. While you have that conversation in the hallway back in Chicago, Tony wanted to talk about your fight and the events that led to the two of you being caught by Cooper.

“There’s nothing to talk about-” You tried to shrug it off, but Tony was insistent.

“Don’t say that,” he sighed, his hand coming up to rake through his dark curls, “I’m not proud of what I did that day, and I need you to know that. I shouldn’t have done what I did that day - should have said what I said. I don’t want to sit here and make excuses but it’s fucking hard to sit back and watch this all happen. Watching you run off to your appointments with the rest of the time, and then there’s you and Ross-” Tony looked away when he said his teammate's name, a heavy breath shaking through his body as if it left a foul taste in his mouth.

“I know this isn’t the most ideal situation to be in,” you sighed, a hand reaching out for his carefully before giving it a reassuring squeeze, “and I wish that it didn’t have to be this way, and I understand if you don’t want to do this anymore-”

“No, no,” he spoke quickly yet softly, “that’s not- fuck that. I tried being distant after what we did and it didn’t make it any easier. I still had to sit back and watch it all happen, but worst of all I had to watch as you did everything we did together with someone else.” His head lulled forward, his dark curls falling into his eyes as he gripped your hand a little tighter, “I’m glad you’re here tonight, and I really am sorry for what I did. It wasn’t right-”

“Then make it right, Tony,” you told him firmly, and for a moment there was only silence that hung between you as his warm gaze raised to meet your own.

It was a silence that left you biting your lip as you leaned in a little closer to him, his hand coming back up to rest on your cheek as he moved away from the support of the headboard. His hand guided you in a little closer, and he was meeting you halfway as his lips came down on yours as if it were the first time back in Nashville again. It was a feather-light kiss, his lips dragging over yours slowly and coaxing a gasp from your lips. The kiss had been gentle, but it was only the beginning. The moment you reciprocated the kiss, Tony’s hands found your hips and pulled you into his lap.

You straddled him, your hands seeking out anything to clutch onto. Fingertips dragged over the muscles of his chest, and up over his shoulders. You didn’t stop until your fingers were knitted in the thick strands of his curls, tugging his neck back just enough to coax him into parting his lips further to allow you to taste his tongue. That alone was not enough to satisfy you, but instead only left you craving more of him. You didn’t have to tell Tony that, not with your words anyway. He could feel it in the motions of your body as you stroked down the back of his neck with the tips of your fingers, and how your lips began to roll in a slow rhythm against his thighs. With each rotation of your hips, the friction between your clothed core and his thigh sent a shockwave of pleasure through your body, but it wouldn’t be enough to leave you satisfied.

Tony’s grip tightened on your hips, his fingers dragging in as he drew your hips forward so you rested higher on his lap - and it was there you could feel him between your legs. Stiff and ready for you, yet Tony didn’t rush things. He guided you over him slowly, the eagerness of his cock pressing up into you as he kissed you deeply, slowly, without haste. Tony had a hunger for you, but he was going to enjoy you like a satisfying meal instead of a late-night binge that would only leave you with an insatiable hunger for more.

When your body had fallen into the rhythm set out by his guidance, Tony’s hands began to wander. His touch moved over your waist, wrinkling his sweater as he pushed it up. The friction between the fabrics had your shirt peeling off with it as you listed your hands up and pulled back from his lips just enough for Tony to remove the layers from your body. The rush of your fabric over your ears was almost enough to disorient you as your head was already spinning with pleasure, and it left you whining as Tony’s lips failed to return to yours. With your skin exposed to him now, Tony wanted to explore it.

His mouth was on your neck when his strong-armed wrapped around you, hoisting you up from his lap to lay you out on the bed. Tony moved with you, his lips never once leaving your skin. He placed slow and sloppy open-mouthed kisses along the angle of your neck, leaving a hot trail of saliva to be cooled by the air as his mouth made its descent. Down your body his mouth travelled, his lips embracing your body with his careful kiss. They had first graced your collarbone, following its subtle angle down to the swell of your breast. He lingered there, focusing on one and then the other to assure he would leave his mark before kissing down between their valley and over the gore of your bra. From there he peppered kisses down the length of your stomach and only stopped when he hit the waistline of your pants.

It was there he hesitated, leaning his head back just enough to look up at you through the curls that had fallen down into his face - silently asking you for permission to continue on the off chance that you wanted him to stop. You nodded quickly in response, your own hands going to your pants to push them from your body as Tony made quick work of his own clothes. They were tossed into a heap on the floor with your own, before he was back in the bed and finding his place between your thighs. Tony braced himself over you, his hand pressing firm into the mattress beside your head as he reached the other down between your legs. Two fingers brushed over your clit, a teasing graze that left your hips wiggling, before they traced over your entryway that was slick with your need for him. You watched as his jaw slacked at just how effortlessly he was able to slide two fingers into your core with your arousal, a ghost of a moan on his lips as he coaxed one from your own lips.

Each plunge of his fingers inside your cunt was enough to leave you reeling, your teeth coming down to bite at your lower lip until it throbbed. You needed to be quiet. Your calendar was empty, and if anyone overheard you, there would be far too many questions to answer - but it was quickly becoming too much to contain. With both hands you reached up, your careful touch meeting his face as you guided him back down to your lips. As they met in a slow, opened-mouth kiss, you used it to muffle the moan that had so desperately wanted to escape.

“Tony,” you muttered his name softly against his lips before your words became a begging plea, “Tony, please. I want to come around your cock, not your fingers-”

Tony shuttered between your legs at your words, and he released a heavy breath that washed over your face in a blossom of heat. His lips were left to merely graze yours as he ease your fingers from your core. You held his gaze as you felt him working between your legs to grasp at his cock and soon he was dragging the head of his cock up and down the slick arousal of your cunt. He guided it up and down, then up and down again before he was guiding his cock inside you with his hand and the careful pressure of his hips. His fingers had primed you, and yet his cock continued to spread your walls with his careful thrust. Tony had thrust into you abruptly like he had the first time he had fucked you. No, this time he was gentle as he guided his cock in merely halfway. It was then he began his careful thrusts, easing himself in another inch at a time as your core allowed.

Soon, Tony had fallen into a steady rhythm, his thrust slow and firm as he plunged into your core until he was balls deep. He took his time with you, his thrusts not hesitant but meticulous as were the rest of his caresses and kisses as he fucked you. Tony refused to lose control, to fall into the brash emotion of jealousy that had consumed him all those days ago when he had taken you for the first time. The graze of his touch, and strokes of his tongue each one of them had been selfless as he was driving to the brink of pleasure. This was how he wanted to fuck you for the first time, so sweet and tenderly, and he wasn’t going to stop until you were quivering around his cock.

Careful hands guided your legs up from the bed and let them wrap around his hips with ease. A low moan quaked through your body as he was able to ease in a little deeper now, and it left you digging your heels into his lower back. Your hips rolled to meet his every thrust and your head lulled back almost dreamily into the mattress that the pleasures of his cock began to consume you - but it wasn’t until you watched his own expression begin to falter. Tony’s blinks became long, and his breathing a little more laboured as his own climax began to wash over him - and you could feel him trying to resist. His thrusts became inconsistent and shallow and his eyes shut tight as he did all he could to fight it, but the touch of your hand against his cheek was quick to coax his eyes back open.

He stared down at you with an almost dazed look, his expression soft as the pressure of your heels guided him back inside you fully. “Don’t hold back, Tony,” you muttered, “I don’t have to be first,” your words were a reassuring breath as you flexed your core around him.

While your words softened his face once more, you could still feel the hesitation in each thrust. “Tony, I’m so close,” you did your best to encourage him, and your words weren’t untruthful. His every touch was bringing you closer and closer, your core on the very edge of your climax but it was craving one thing; “I want to feel it - I want to feel you come, Tony. Fill me up Tony, I’m yours-”

Your words were broken by a moan as Tony gripped your hips and thrust into you quickly. His pace hastened and he thrust in deeper than he had all night and he didn’t slow, not even as his cock began to twitch with pleasure and flooded your core with his cum. You could feel it as it consumed your core in waves, and oozed down along his cock as he fucked his own cum from you. It was the final push you needed to be thrown over the edge. Your legs began to tremble, your ankles locking to keep your legs from slipping down from his hips. Your body was consumed by your every uneven breath as you threw your head back into the mattress and your walls throbbed with pleasure around his cock, desperate to keep every bit of him inside you.

It was a pleasure that left you both smiling, Tony coming down to place playful kisses along your lips as you both plummeted from the highs of pleasure. It coaxed soft laughter from your lips as he eased himself from you, and came to lay beside you on the bed, the kisses never seizing but instead travelling over your cheeks and neck. It was only when Tony became consumed by the scent of you that he buried his face in your neck and let himself relish in it. You welcomed the feeling of his hot breath as it washed over your skin, the warmth aiding in bringing you calm and the threat of sleep was rapidly approaching.

Your head lulled into his carefully, your cheek resting against his soft curls as you took in a deep breath of your own. You wanted to fall asleep like that, with his body intertwined with yours - “Tony,” you hummed out, “can I sleep here tonight?”

Drawing back, Tony looked down at you with a soft expression, “of course you can.”

His hand came up to stroke your cheek slowly, and it felt as if it were just you and Tony in the world - and that you didn’t have 21 other men who needed your love and affection - and you intended to take advantage of every moment of it.

“I’m just gonna get cleaned up, and we should get some sleep, we have a flight early in the morning,” you told him softly as you pulled away from him, and your body protested the cold of the room in an instant. You wanted his touch, his warmth.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, you reached over and picked up his sweater from the floor. It didn’t quite smell like him anymore, but it would keep you warm enough until you could crawl back into his bed. “I’ll just be a minute,” you assured and disappeared into the bathroom.

You let the water run and you used the bathroom, letting the temperature of the water reach what you liked before you washed your hands and splashed your face. It was a desperate attempt at your nightly routine that you had left behind in your room - but this would be sufficient enough, especially when you had Tony and sleep waiting for you - but when you returned to the main room Tony was not in the bed.

Brow furrowed as you looked from the bed to the tv screen that had gone black and finally to the bedroom door Tony stood dressed in his lounge pants and his back to you. You hadn’t heard a knock on the door, and you had half the mind to retreat back into the bedroom to hopefully go unseen but that idea was completely abandoned when Tony turned back to look at you, giving you a complete view of the player that stood beyond the door in the hallway: Ross.

He stood there almost awkwardly, his face absent of the smile that would send butterflies into your stomach. Instead, he wore a look of concern and in his hands, he held his phone the screen bright for Tony to see.

“What is going on?” you bit out in a harsh whisper as you moved into the main room and towards the door with little regard for the fact that you weren’t wearing any pants and that the remnants of Tony had begun to drip down the inside of your thighs.

You moved straight for the doorway, Tony moving out of your way as you reached out to take Ross by the arm. You tugged Ross into the privacy of the hotel room, assuring that the door closed firmly behind him. It was only then you reached for the phone, the screen almost blinding against your tired eyes. In big bold letters it had become clear as to why he had come looking for you, he had an appointment.

“Ross, this isn’t funny,” you sighed as you let your thumb drag down over the details of the appointment. He hadn’t made it from himself, why would he? He had no wife or girlfriend waiting for him back home, he didn’t need anyone’s permission to spend a night with you. No, this appointment was made only minutes ago on the captain's orders.

“I didn’t even know you were here,” Ross admitted, his words soft almost apologetic as he looked between you and Tony, “I was here to-”

“Ask for my permission?” Cirelli cut in, his voice pushing the edge of hostility.

“To tell you I wasn’t going to go through with it,” Ross clarified.

Tony shook his head slowly, a low laugh erupting from his throat as he leaned up against the wall to put some distance between him and Ross. “You don’t get it, do you? This isn’t about you, if you don’t do this-” He cut himself off as he raised a hand to run over his jaw, he didn’t like what he was about to say.

“What are you trying to say, Tony?” You pressed gently.

“You need to keep your appointment with Ross, and the captain needs to hear it.”

“Cirelli-” Ross started to protest, but you cut him off with your own.

“He’s right, Ross. The two of you have been at odds since the moment you got here because of me. You’re part of this team, and you don’t seem to be going anywhere. He needs to know that the two of you are willing to put everything behind you, and the only way he’s going to be able to see that is for this to happen.”

Your words hung heavily in the air as you moved from the doorway to the heap of clothes on the floor. You sorted through them quickly, pulling on your panties and your bottoms before grabbing your phone from the bedside table. Standing there, you looked down at your phone as you held it in your hands, your eyes fixated on the calendar notification that was meant to inform you of your appointment with Ross. Taking a steady breath, you found your composure and returned to the doorway where Ross waited almost anxiously.

He offered you a crooked smile as you returned to him, but his eyes were quick to return to Tony, “Are you sure? I don’t need to do this man-”

“I’m sure,” it was only with Tony’s assurance that a spark of excitement returned to Ross’ features, his lips quirking up at the corners. He wanted you, but he had been trying to put his teammate first. It almost brought Tony’ to laughter once more, his head shaking slowly, “you could at least try to hide the fact that you’re not disappointed.”

Ross could only manage a soft chuckle in response, his hand raising to rub modestly over the back of his neck. He could only play coy for so long.

“You are trouble, Ross Colton,” you told him firmly, tossing your phone at him before you turned to Tony and took him in your arms. You held him tight, your face resting against his chest as he craned to place a sweet kiss on the top of your head, “good night, Tony.”

“Good night,” he sighed your name into your hair before he let you go, his own hand reaching out to get the door for you and Ross. He watched as you both moved out into the hallway, but you had only made it a few steps before he was calling out after his teammate. The pair held a long glance, Tony’s softened expression meeting Colton’s which had grown bright at the prospect of getting to spend his night with you. Tony’s words were heavy and strained as he spoke out one last time before he could let you both go, “Colton, you treat her right.”

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