#but uh. goodnight sweet dreams

[gardenofnoah]

like izuku, you have your own nightmares.

it’s the thing no one talks about—you aren’t in the middle of battle with him, but you’ve watched him get knocked down enough times on the nightly news that you’ve taken the batteries out of the remote and refuse to let him buy more.

you’ve never told him about what happens behind your eyes when they close. and luckily, he’s been gone when it’s woken you up in a cold sweat. you want to spare him this—the knowledge of what it’s doing to you. except tonight you are not so lucky.

your subconscious shows you the same scenes in snippets—a reel of sickeningly close calls—except here in the dream, they are not. over and over you watch the love of your life die, alone and in vain. dissolved, skewered, burned alive by countless quirks, right in front of your eyes.

you’re there and then you’re not, torn from the nightmare by familiar hands. warm palms, thrumming with the rush of blood and an elevated pulse. the sheets are too hot and wrapped around your limbs like a vice. terrified and disoriented, you fight back.

“sweetheart—” the croak comes from the outline of him, green curls made wiry by his pillow. they sway with each of your sporadic defenses that he dodges. “hey, i’m right here—”

and he is, towering over you now. shielding you instinctively from a danger his brain tells him is at his back. he’s vulnerable—you both are. the knowledge of it stops you in your tracks.

“there you go,” he murmurs, leaning down to touch his forehead to yours and believing the wrong thing, “come back to me, baby.”

the touch melts the fear that had kept you frozen, if only slightly. you reach up to him, smoothing over every inch of skin and muscle you can get your hands on. he keeps you caged there beneath him and watches you search him for something he can’t help you find.

your palm stops over the beat of his heart and nothing in you trusts the kick against your own skin. you watched him die. you watched him—

“shh, my baby.”

the freckled face you saw go too pale is warbled and distorted in your watery view, but the thick limbs that settle over you helps some. he doesn’t go dead weight—just enough to keep you here. to remind you that he is here, too.

“i can’t watch you die.” again, you mean. but he couldn’t know that.

“i’m right here,” he reminds you, pressing gentle kisses to your temple and promising nothing. he is not so cruel, even when you need him to be. “i’m right here.”

it’s too much and it won’t ever be enough—in the dark you lose the grasp you had on your strength, and you cry. you bury your face in his neck and sob until you wring yourself out dry. he’s a pillar above you, whispering his love between words that placate into your hair. only you know now how little it would take to knock him down.

“—zuku,” you can barely get it out under the weight of the burden, “i’m afraid.”

“i know, sweetheart.” he sounds far away. the fingers that brush through your hair are disembodied. “i am too.”

[e77y]

Was about to (FINALLY) go to bed and checked my Notes app for… something; I forget what now. And I discovered that an unknown number of my notes since the last one (written almost a full month ago) disappeared for seemingly no reason? I just opened my Notes app and everything was gone 😭 I saved what I could from iCloud, but I am NOT good at freeing up storage soooo idk apparently it hadn’t been syncing for around a month. Seems like it’s everything from before August 18th… I have definitely written things since then, although I’m not sure what lol, sooooo hopefully it wasn’t too important. All I remembered to check for were some fic notes and poem ideas that are definitely gone forever :( At least I think my passwords and other important info is intact 🥹 My sign to stop being the 2000+ notes guy I guess

[sturniolo-simp4life]

Sweet dreams.

Paring- bf!Matt x reader

Summary- Matt and y/n have a sleepover, but when it’s time for bed, Matt has an interesting dream and the night turns around.

warnings- smut, dry humping, wet dream, oral (male receiving), sub!matt, riding, unprotected sex (wrapping before tapping!)

“Matt! You spilled the popcorn.” Popcorn was all over the kitchen floor now. “Oops.”

You sighed and put another bag of popcorn in the microwave, then cleaned up the mess on the floor. “My bad,” he laughed.

once you were done, you grabbed you popcorn and snuggled up on the couch next to Matt. You were watching Fast and Furious 2.

“One day, you can get a car like that and I’ll be passenger princess,” Matt said. You rolled your eyes. “In your dreams.”

your phone was behind the couch, so you leaned over the back to grab it, making your shorts ride up slightly.

Matt’s cheeks flushed a little but he pretended he didn’t see anything.

you and Matt where now shuffling into bed. “Goodnight Matt,” you yawned. You kissed him on the cheek and turned to face the other way.

“goodnight.” He said back, big spooning you.

somewhere in his sleep cycle, Matt started to vividly dream. He was in a bright world, covered with palm trees and a clear blue sky.

he heard a crunch and turned around, to see you looking at him. “Welcome to paradise.” You said.

Matt’s eyes dropped to what you were wearing, and he felt his face getting hot. Your dress was very revealing and it accentuated your curves.

“like what you see?” You smirked. Matt looked back up at you blushing. “Um- yeah.”

“follow me.” You grabbed his hand and started walking.

you eventually made it to a park, with one swing.

by instinct, Matt sat down on the swing, making you frown. “I’ll just sit on your lap then.”

You were woken up from a bit of shuffling and a string of whimpers. You sat up rubbing your eyes, and you turned to the side.

Matt’s hips were thrusting into the mattress, while a string of whimpers left his mouth.

“oh god- please.” His eyes were still shut, but he seemed to be… enjoying himself. You continued watching, seeing where this would go.

You bit your lip as you felt yourself get wet.

His whimpers turned into breathy moans, and you couldn’t take it anymore.

you gently flipped him over, making sure not to wake him up. You could see a wet spot forming on his boxers.

you pulled them down slowly, revealing his cock, leaking pre-cum. You set yourself between his legs, and sucked on his tip.

his hips bucked, and he let out a guttural moan. You looked up at him, but he was still sleeping. It was probably seeping into his dream.

you swirled your tongue around his tip, then slowly took more of him in your mouth.

Matt let out another moan, and then his eyes snapped open. A blush crept up his face as he saw you in between his legs.

You lifted your head with a pop. “Have a nice dream?”

he shuddered. “Uh. Yeah.”

you smirked and stroked him slowly. “So what were you dreaming about?” You swirled your tongue on his tip again.

“oh shi- fuck.” Matt groaned.

you removed you hand and sat back. “Wait- please.” He pleaded. “Answer me.”

“I was dreaming about you.” You smirked and started stroking him slowly, making him groan a bit.

“Y-you were riding me.. on the- fuck.”

his hips bucked into your hand. “Finish the sentence Matt.” He groaned. “You were r-riding me on a swing.”

“hmm.. that sounds interesting.”

you released his cock from your hand, and swiftly took off your pajamas shorts and your panties, revealing your dripping cunt.

“Fuck,” Matt groaned. He grabbed his cock and started stroking it slowly. “No touching yourself.”

Matt reluctantly removed his hand, continuing to watch you undress. Once you were fully undressed, you straddled his lap, lining him with your entrance.

You pushed yourself in slowly, moaning at the stretch. “Fuck,” Matt moaned. “So fucking tight.”

You sat a few seconds, adjusting to his size. Once you fully adjusted you started rocking your hips, moaning.

“shit,” Matt groaned, grabbing your waist to guide you. “Matt- ohmygod.”

You started bouncing on him.

Matt groaned, grabbing one of your bouncing tits. He swirled his finger around your nipple, eliciting a moan from you.

He started thrusting into you, matching your speed. “Fuck y/n, I’m so close.”

“m-me too,” you moaned, grabbing his shoulders.

he could feel your walls clenching around him, making him moan more. “Fuck I need to cum! Please- please let me cum.” He begged.

“N-not yet.”

“p-please! I need to cum so b-bad,” he moaned, throwing his head back.

“be patient Matt,” you growled.

He whimpered and threw his head back again, still rocking your hips.

“f-fuck! I’m cumming,” you moaned. Your walls abruptly clenched around him as you came.

“c-can I cum- please please-” Matt pleaded. “Yes baby you can cum.” He buried his head into the crook of your neck and groaned, painting your walls. “S-shittt..”

you pulled out of him and collapsed next to him, breathing heavily.

“that was… shit.” He breathed. He turned to face you, and he kissed your cheek. “Let’s get cleaned up, yeah?”

you nodded, the tiredness hitting you all at once.

-

once both of you were done, you fell comfortably into the bed, wrapping your arms around Matt’s torso.

“sweet dreams,” he mumbled, kissing your forehead.

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[atinyslittleworld]

Drunkteez

maknaeline x f!reader

Genre: humour, explicit, fluff

Warnings: MDNI 18+

San

Y/N sighed as she unlocked the door to their apartment, half-carrying San, who was draped over her shoulder and giggling incoherently. He had enjoyed himself a little too much at the party tonight, and now it was her job to get him to bed in one piece.

“Come on, San, let’s get you to bed,” she coaxed, trying to steer him toward the bedroom.

San, however, had other ideas. He flopped down onto the couch, throwing his head back and laughing loudly. “Y/N, you know what? You know what I really want in life?” he slurred, looking at her with bleary eyes.

Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn’t help smiling at his drunken antics. “What’s that, San?”

“I just want… I just want to have a good time,” he declared, waving his arms dramatically. “And I want you. And… and…”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, curious about what was coming next. “And what?”

“And I want my dick sucked,” he finished, very pleased with himself.

Y/N burst out laughing. She couldn't help it. The way he said it, with such drunken earnestness, was too much. “San, you’re ridiculous,” she managed to say between giggles.

San looked confused, his brows furrowing. “What’s so funny? I’m serious! I just want you and my dick sucked!” He repeated, as if emphasizing the point would make it clearer.

Y/N shook her head, still laughing as she tugged him up from the couch. “Come on, let’s get you to bed, Casanova.”

San stumbled along beside her, still talking. “No, but seriously, Y/N. Like, in all the ways. There’s… there’s the… uh… the gentle way,” he started, counting on his fingers. “And then there’s the… the fast way. And then there’s…”

Y/N chuckled, guiding him into the bedroom. “San, you can tell me all about it in the morning when you’re sober.”

San pouted, but he let her help him into bed. “You’re no fun,” he mumbled as she pulled the covers over him.

Y/N leaned down and kissed his forehead. “Goodnight, San. Sweet dreams.”

San’s eyes fluttered closed, and he smiled contentedly. “Goodnight, Y/N. Don’t forget… about the… you know…”

Y/N shook her head fondly, watching as he finally drifted off to sleep. She couldn’t wait to tease him about this in the morning.

Mingi

Mingi had had a bit too much to drink at their friend’s party, and now she was struggling to get him ready for bed. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes glazed and a goofy smile plastered on his face. His shirt was half off, and he was doing absolutely nothing to help her get it the rest of the way.

“Come on, Mingi,” Y/N said with a sigh, trying to tug the shirt over his head. “Lift your arms.”

He just laughed, his hands staying limp at his sides. “Y/N, your hair looks like spaghetti,” he slurred, and then giggled as if it was the funniest thing in the world.

Y/N couldn't help but chuckle at his silliness. “Thanks, babe. Now, arms up.”

Instead of following her instructions, Mingi's head lolled forward, and suddenly, his face was buried in her chest. Y/N froze, her cheeks heating up. This was not how she had envisioned the evening going.

“Mingi!” she exclaimed, trying to pull back, but his head was heavy, and she couldn’t quite manage to escape.

He mumbled something against her, his words muffled. She tried to push him back gently, but he was like dead weight. Finally, she managed to lift his head, his eyes blinking up at her with a dazed expression.

“Y/N,” he said, his voice suddenly serious. “I have to tell you something.”

“What is it?” she asked, still struggling to get the shirt off.

“One day,” he said, his eyes narrowing as if he was trying to concentrate really hard, “I wanna try something.”

She paused, her curiosity piqued. “What do you want to try, Mingi?”

He leaned closer, his breath warm against her skin, and whispered, “I wanna rub my dick between your boobs.”

For a moment, Y/N was stunned into silence. Then, she burst out laughing, the sound filling the room. Mingi looked up at her, confused but happy that she was laughing.

“You’re so drunk,” she said, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes. “But thank you for sharing that.”

Mingi pouted, clearly not understanding why she was laughing so hard. “I’m serious, Y/N.”

She kissed his forehead, finally managing to pull his shirt all the way off. “I know, babe. We can talk about it when you’re sober.”

He nodded, seemingly satisfied with that answer, and flopped back onto the bed, instantly passing out. Y/N shook her head, still chuckling as she pulled the covers over him.

Wooyoung

Wooyoung stumbled into the apartment, his steps unsteady and his words slurred. "Y/N, I'm home!" he shouted, his voice echoing through the quiet space.

Y/N looked up from the book she was reading, shaking her head with a smile. She had expected this after his night out with the boys. "Here we go," she muttered to herself as she got up to help him.

She found him in the living room, struggling to take off his shoes. "Let me help you," she said, bending down to untie his laces. He swayed slightly, his eyes glazed over.

"Y/N, you're so pretty," he blurted out, his words tumbling over each other. "Do you know how pretty you are?"

"Thank you, Wooyoung," she replied, guiding him to the couch. "Let's get you cleaned up, okay?"

He nodded, his head bobbing up and down comically. She went to the kitchen, filled a bowl with cold water, and grabbed a washcloth. Returning to the living room, she sat beside him and gently began to wash his face.

The cold water seemed to wake him up a bit. He squinted at her, his expression serious. "Y/N, I have something to tell you," he said, his tone suddenly solemn.

"What is it?" she asked, trying to keep a straight face as she continued to wipe his face.

"I want you to tie me up," he said, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

Y/N froze, staring at him in disbelief. "You what?"

He nodded earnestly. "Yeah, during sex. I think it would be fun."

She couldn't help it. A laugh bubbled up from her chest, and she let it out, shaking her head. "Wooyoung, you're drunk."

"No, I'm serious," he insisted, his face earnest. "I think about it all the time."

Still laughing, she set the washcloth aside and hugged him. "We'll talk about this in the morning when you're sober, okay?"

He pouted but nodded, resting his head on her shoulder. "Okay, but don't forget. It's important."

"I won't," she promised, still chuckling. "Now let's get you to bed."

She helped him to his feet and guided him to the bedroom, his arm slung over her shoulders. As they settled into bed, she couldn't stop smiling, thinking about the unexpected revelation. Wooyoung's breathing evened out quickly, and he fell asleep with a contented smile on his face.

Jongho

Y/N sighed as she looked over at her boyfriend, Jongho, sprawled out on the couch next to her. He had spent the evening celebrating with his friends and had returned home quite tipsy. Now, he was lying across her lap, his head resting on one of her thighs and his legs draped over the armrest. His weight pinned her down, making it impossible for her to stand up.

Jongho was in the middle of a long-winded, and very slurred, story about the escapades of his night out. His eyes were half-closed, and he gesticulated wildly with one hand, the other wrapped around an empty beer bottle.

"And then Seonghwa, he tried to... to dance on the table, but you know, he slipped, and—oh man, it was hilarious!" Jongho chuckled, his laughter vibrating through her legs.

"Jongho, I really need to get up," Y/N said gently, trying to shift her legs without much success.

Jongho, oblivious to her discomfort, continued his rambling. "Y/N, you should've been there. You would’ve loved it. Hongjoong was... was trying to sing, and it was so off-key, I thought my ears were going to fall off!"

Y/N couldn't help but smile at his drunken antics, but she really did need to move. "Jongho, can you sit up for a minute? I need to use the bathroom."

Suddenly, Jongho stopped mid-sentence. His eyes widened, and he looked up at her face, a serious expression replacing his earlier amusement. "Y/N," he said, his voice suddenly clear and earnest, "you know what I wanna do?"

She raised an eyebrow, curious about the abrupt change in tone. "What is it, Jongho?"

He took a deep breath and then, with all the sincerity in the world, said, "One night, during sex, when you’re in doggy... I wanna spank your ass."

There was a beat of silence as Y/N processed his words. And then, she burst into laughter, unable to hold it back. Jongho's earnest expression, combined with his tipsy state, made the whole situation incredibly amusing.

Jongho looked puzzled, his brows knitting together. "What's so funny?" he asked, genuinely confused.

"You," Y/N managed to say between giggles, "are hilarious when you're drunk."

He pouted, still not understanding the humor. "I'm serious, Y/N. I really wanna spank your ass."

She laughed even harder, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. "Okay, okay, Jongho. We'll talk about this later. But first, can you please let me get up?"

Jongho finally seemed to realize he was pinning her down. With a groan, he rolled off her and onto the floor, where he lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling. "Fine, go to the bathroom," he said, waving a hand dismissively.

Y/N stood up, stretching her legs and still chuckling. She leaned down and kissed Jongho on the forehead. "You're the best, even when you're drunk and saying silly things."

Jongho grinned up at her, his eyes sparkling with affection. "I love you, Y/N."

"I love you too," she replied, heading towards the bathroom, still shaking her head in amusement at her boyfriend’s unexpected confession.

[smuthospital]

⭐️Yandere Kylar x Reader⭐️

Premise: You're a streamer, and your biggest fan really really likes you

Warning: Non-con, kidnapping, gn reader

Minors DNI

Bright lights flash in your eyes, your fingers rapidly bashing buttons on your keyboard, your other hand furiously clicking your mouse. You whine as your character suddenly falls to the ground, dead.

"Ok, guys! Ok, I get it! I know I'm not that good at this game! No need to tease me!" You laugh. Inside, you're a bit peeved. These stinky bastards aren't here for your gameplay so they better shut up. Shut up and enjoy their eye candy. You're currently streaming an online first-person shooter. You made your little hobby into a little side hustle not too long ago. Guys love watching hot people play games and it's proven to be profitable. "I'm cute? Well thank you, Mr. Husband!" This guy is a regular. Gotta give him those shout-outs he practically pays for.

As much as it hurts to deal with these weirdos, It helps with expenses. You've even seen Robins username pop in and out quickly, probably hoping you didn't see. At first, you were uncomfortable with acting all sweet for your audience, but you warmed up to the idea when it started staving off your bastard Landlord at the orphanage you live in, Bailey. You play games dressed sexy, say sweet dumb things and the money comes pouring in.

These poor, lonely guys send you money in hopes you'll give them a crumb of attention, and you do. Sometimes, you say their names. You don't exactly care that you're taking their money at all. It's a gift! It's not like you forced them to give you money, nor did you even ask. They just want a chance to get in your pants and you're not gonna stop them from dreaming. You can't count the number of times people in the chat have asked if you have an onlyfans.

You'd never, of course, date one of these pigs. You imagine your viewers are stinky, slimy, greasy and would cum in their pants at just seeing you in person. Their whole body is probably sticky to the touch and shower maybe once a month they probably have piss filled mountain dew bottles on the floor next to their pc and shit stains on their seat. You're pretty sure a few guys in the comments are jerking off as you stream this very second.

A few times, you've received ominous messages in the comments from different users, almost threatening you for some ridiculous problem they have with you. How you play, what you're wearing, or just your face, so you make sure to always hide your location and are very vague about your personal life. You're used to them being weird, saying things about what they'd do to you if they were alone with yo- Just have to learn to ignore it. You calm yourself down.

"Well, that's enough for today, I'm getting sleepy! It was nice playing with you today. I'll see you tomorrow, goodnight, love you!" You blow a kiss at the camera. You see people commenting their 'i love you too's and whining about how you could stay a bit longer' in the chat before you disconnect. You made $540 from that two-hour stream. You received most of it from the same person. Mr.Husband. Not one minute after closing the stream, you get a message. You thought you disabled direct messages? You notice that it's to your personal account that's open on another tab from an unnamed account. No bio, no profile picture.

New user: Hey

New user: Do you want to meet up sometime? For coffee?

You: Who's this?

New user: I'm Kylar. You can get to know me when we get coffee.

You: Uh no? How the fuck do you know me?

New user: I love your streams, pretty. Drop the fucking attitude before you piss me off. I knew you'd be more of a bitch off-camera. You just look too good to be good hearted. You have to be taught obedience. You're lucky I care about you so much.

You: Keep your tiny prick away from me. I never want to see you in my presence. Disgusting. Ugly pig. Do me a favor and never ever leave your dirty cave. Go fuck yourself

New user: Wanna watch?

*New user has now been blocked*

You stand up and walk away from your computer. how the fuck did he find your actual account? You don't even have your real name anywhere. You start to undress, not noticing your computer's camera has flicked on again.

In a dark room, a man fists his massive cock slowly, eyes trailing up and down his obsession through the screen. His mind is filled with all the things he wants to do to a little cock tease like you. Ruin you, break you, crush you under his weight, teach you a lesson for whoring yourself out. A cute treat like you should have better manners "Pig...tiny prick. Ah, (y/n) I can't let you just say those things to your husband." he watches as you slide your underwear down, eyes zeroing in on the crevice between your thighs as you bend over. He shudders as hot baby batter coats his chest and thighs, continuing to roll down his cock in fat globs.

Two days later, you're walking back home from a late shift at the cafe. You plan to stream when you get home.

Something is watching you.

Cold sweat dribbles down the back of your neck. You shiver, the cold night air doing nothing to calm you. You can feel eyes drilling holes into your back. You picked up your pace, your eyes darting all around. Who is it? What do they want? You think you can hear footsteps not far away. They're getting closer. You break into a sprint and make it to Danube street before you're tackled to the ground. All air is pushed from your lungs, depleting you of oxygen. You do your best to fight against your unseen attacker, but they're far too strong. You try to scream, but only a wheeze comes out. The man roughly picks you up like a sack of potatoes under his arm and carries you into a mansion nearby.

He walked down a flight of stairs and threw you to the ground. You tried to scramble away, but he grabs your ankle and drags you back to him. You get a look at his face in the dim light. He's handsome, but his expression strikes fear in your heart. Fury is the only word you can think of to describe it. You scream and flail your limbs wildly, trying to get him the fuck off of you. You hear a crack and before you realize what happened, your cheek is burning. "Shut." Smack "The." Smack "Fuck." Smack "Up." He's seething by the end. Your head was knocked back into the ground by the last hit. A dribble of blood runs down your nose, your cheeks completely red and moderately swollen. You're no longer trying to fight him, head far too foggy to do anything but lay there in pain.

"I'm sorry, baby." He huffs, calming down a bit. "Don't fight me and that won't have to happen again." He wiped at the blood on your face with his thumb, cradling your cheek. A blush creeps over his face along with a deranged smile as he stares down at you with his unblinking eyes. "You're just so perfect. Everything." You feel a bulge forming atop you where he's straddled. He pants heavily as he looks you up and down. Hot tears slip down your swollen cheeks at the realization that you can't get yourself out of this one.

You lie completely still as he palms his crotch in front of you. "I...I'm kylar...you said I have a small prick, (Y/n)... That wasn't very nice. You should say things like that to your husband." You stare at him in awe...it's..the guy from the chat. did he find you? He's crazy. He's insane. He's gonna kill you. Your chest heaves up and down uncontrollably. You feel blood rushing to your ears, feeling the most fear you've ever felt in your entire life. He takes notice of your panic attack and tries to calm you. "H-hey! Shhh, it's ok, just breathe!" You don't hear a word he's saying and thrash wildly again. Your legs kick underneath him, but his body doesn't budge an inch.

You freeze when you feel his lips smash onto yours. He grabs your wrists in one hand above your head, effectively immobilizing you. It feels like he's trying to eat you, no longer caring about your little tantrum. "Just stay still." He mutters as his large hands roam up and down your body like he's waited his life for this moment. You feel his ever growing bulge rub against your stomach. He grabs your hands before you could try to fight him again.

"...You know...I've been giving you my good money, (Y/n). All because I knew how hard it was to live on your own. But now you're here with me. You'll be my personal house whore." You feel his breath hit your cheek. "Please...let me go. I didn't do anything to you!" You're full on sobbing at this point and to your horror, you feel his cock twitch against you.

"Oh fuck! Keep crying for me like that, baby." He's clawing your pants. Your eyes dart around the room for anything that can help you, but your blood runs cold when you just see hundreds of photos of you plastered all over his walls, some even on his ceiling. You hear a loud tear. This animal ripped your pants and underwear in the process of ridding them from your body.

You're a shaking mess as he cups your sex in his hand. "K-Kylar, please!" You cry, trying to appeal to his humanity. He groans, a little wet spot of pre cum appears on his crotch. "Say my name again." He demanded. His fingers rim around your hole, threatening to dive in. You quiver at the feeling. He unzipped his pants and you feel something impossibly large, heavy and hot slam onto your stomach with a thud.

He releases you momentarily and moves himself lower on your body, his head between your legs. His arms circle around your thighs in a vice grip. He takes a strong whiff and lets out a moan. You feel his tongue slide up and down your sex as his fingers plat around with your hole before dipping half a finger in. You're too dry, it hurts! You whine and struggle, uncomfortable. His finger dips all the way in, uncaring for your pleasure. You scream as he continues to thrust his finger inside you as his mouth engulfs your sex. He removes his finger and lifts himself off you. You sigh in relief.

That relief dies as you feel his meaty cock push at your hole. He begins to push in, but your hole resists. It's too big. He lets out a sound of annoyance before spitting on his hand and rubbing the liquid up and down his cock. It does little to help aid in his entrance. "This may hurt a bit…a lot actually." He wicked grin stretches across his face before he rears his hips back and forces his cock through. You let out a blood curdling scream he rips through your insides. He's only halfway in, your walls desperately trying to push him back out. He holds onto your waist and pulls you into him, bottoming out. You feel like you're bleeding, but you're too afraid to look down.

You can hardly breathe. His cock feels like it's in your stomach. Your body twitches, hot tears slipping past the corners of your eyes as you wheeze out please for mercy. He only looks down at you in awe at your beauty. "Oh, you're so cute like this! I knew you could take it! I know it hurts now, but just give it time." His thumb rubs at your tears. There's nothing you can do to get out of this. You feel completely helpless.He pulls himself out, and slowly goes back in, groaning. "Fuck, you're so tight" he grunts. You close your eyes and hear a flash. Your eyes snap open to see he's holding a camera. A blinding light fills your vision along with a 'click'. This sick fuck.

You let out an involuntary moan when he shoves himself into you at just the right angle. He presses himself deep inside you, holding himself there, his cock hugging your sweet spot. "Ah (Y/n)! (Y/n)! (Y/n)!" He chants your name like a mantra at each thrust, but you can barely hear him. All you can do is feel him. Hurt hurts so bad but feels equally as good.

You can't help but let little sounds of pain and pleasure spill from your lips as his hips ram into yours. You look up to see his eyes are completely rolled back. His lips press wet kisses to your cheek. You feel a knot start to build in your lower stomach without your consent and you feel yourself lift onto cloud nine. "Oh (Y/n), cum for me! Cum for your husband!" He moans. You feel shame and pleasure wash over you as you do just that. You clench around him, his breath hitches in his throat at the feeling. He slams into you harder and harder. The over stimulation is killing you now. It's too much!

You think he might break something inside you, you think his dick might knock your brain out of your skull with how hard he's pounding. You feel like your organs will never be the same. "Gonna get you pregnant, gonna breed you again and again. Gonna have my babies. We'll be great parents!" His muttering awakens what's left of the fight in you. "Ah! N-no, stop! I-I can't!" His hand slams over your mouth, his bottomless green eyes staring directly into yours. He lifts your legs up and puts them over his shoulders in a tight mating press.

He hits your special spot and your eyes roll back. He can reach far deeper like this. He slams into you with one final thrust, pressing into you with his full weight. You can't breathe. The over stimulation finally comes for you and you cum all over his cock again. You feel his cock twitch before unloading what seems to be an endless supply of semen into you. You can almost hear the wet sound of him cumming inside you. Your lower stomach rises by the sheer volume of cum produced. You wonder if he used to be a bull at Remy's farm or something. That thought quickly vanishes along with your whole mind as your brain is unable to produce anymore thoughts.

With a satisfied sigh, he pulls his slipping wet cock out of you, a rush of lightly pink cum following after, quickly stopping when he plugs you up with a small plug. His cock isn't even fully soft. You pray he doesn't decide he wants a round two. "That wasn't so bad, now was it? You were crying for nothing." He pants. He kisses your temple before picking you up by your waist, once again like a sack of potatoes in one arm. He walks over to a mattress on the floor and drops you on it, your body softly bouncing on top before settling in a heap. He had a mattress the whole time and still fucked you on the cold, dirty cement floor!? You hear a click and see he's chained your right angle to the wall. He smiles at you and pevks you on the lips the way a husband would before leaving to work. His mood did a 180. He's so very cheerful, his handsome face cheerfully grinning down at you like you're a cute little kitten.

"You did really well today, (Y/n), my love. I'll be back tomorrow. You won't get dinner tonight because you fought me so much, but you'll learn to behave. I want to treat you better, so please be good for me. Goodnight." With that, your new 'husband' stands up to his full height and walks upstairs, leaving you in the cold pitch darkness of the basement.

[letstripdotcom]

9:00am- matt sturniolo x fem!reader

summary: it took a while for you to get used to matt. he was hard to read and could come off as mean. once you got to know him you guys started to become friends. after a long night out matt falls asleep in your bed.

warnings: smut bc you already knowwww

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“y/n this is matt, matt this is y/n” my best friend nick explains. from what i heard, matt was a pretty cool person and i i was excited to meet him. “hey nice to meet you” i said cheerfully

“hey” he said flatly, giving me a flat smile. he walked off into the kitchen as nick and i got situated on the couch. that was rude. i thought to myself. matt definitely didn’t seem like the person nick had told me about.

after a while, matt had got situated on the couch with us and helped us pick out a movie. once we finally decided on a movie we all liked, we turned of the lights and got comfortable. matt sat on the other end of the couch and i cuddled up next to nick.

after the movie ended we were all hungry. we eventually decided on ihop, since it was the only thing open at this hour of the night. “i’ll drive.” i offered, getting my keys off the hook.

when we got to ihop i found myself trying to make small talk with matt, trying to see the side of him his triplet brothers saw. i eventually gave up on the conversation, feeling it was very one sided. we ate our food in almost pure silence, then left.

“i’m tired so i’m gonna head home. goodnight guys.” i said as we pulled into the driveway. i dropped the boys off and drove home. the whole drive all i could think about was the way matt acted. he definitely wasn’t the sweet guy i heard about.

-

i hung around matt more often, trying to figure him out, but almost seemed impossible. when i would go somewhere with him and his brothers, he would sit quietly and let them do the talking. conversations with him were almost impossible, because he would try to cut them as short as possible

one day i’m particular, you felt like you needed to know more about matt, and why acted the way he did towards you. you thought out what you were gonna say as you sat on the triplets couch.

“hey matt can we talk for a sec?” you whispered, trying to not be a distraction from the movie that was currently playing. “uh- yeah- i- sure” he stuttered, being caught off by your question. you guys got up and went into the kitchen.

you sighed, and decided to just rip off the bandaid. “is there a reason you don’t like me, or…?” you spoke. “what?” he asked. “i don’t know nick just tells me how sweet you are and all so i just get the feeling you don’t like me” he soaked in my words.

“i don’t not like you, it’s just hard” he paused “ you know, meeting new people, it’s hard to- i don’t know” he sighed, running a hand down his face. “sorry” he muttered.

“hey no it’s okay” i said reassuringly. “i didn’t mean to come at you like that. i guess i was just upset.” he smiled at me softly. “you’re cool, y/n and i would like to be your friend.” “yeah of course” i said semi-cheerfully. we went back to the couch and continued the movie.

-

after that day me and matt became much closer. we talked more often and we found out we actually had a lot in common. we both liked to read and write. we had the same music taste, and we disliked the same people.

one night, me and the triplets sat out by my pool and just talked. hours passed as we changed subjects, talking about life, friends, dreams, and anything you could imagine. “ok ladies i’m going to bed.” nick announced.

shortly after, chris got up too. “i actually have somewhere to be, so see you never” neither of us questioned where he might be going at three in the morning, and we continued our conversation.

“hey i’m hungry, wanna hit up ihop?” matt asked. “i’m so glad you said something because i’m starving.” we got in matt’s car and made the drive towards the restaurant. the whole way there was a blast. we blared music through the speakers and laughed about whatever.

we sat in the empty ihop for about an hour, laughing at the dumbest things before we decided the employees were tired of us. we went out to matt’s car and talked for another hour and a half in the ihop parking lot. we eventually got tired and drove back to mine.

we went up to my room, walking quietly past where nick was sleeping in the living room. “wow chris has been gone for a while” i pointed out. “yeah” matt sighed. we talked some more, the time now almost 6 in the morning. i looked at my phone then i looked over at matt who was passed out in my bed. i didn’t bother to move him so i just closed my eyes and went to bed.

at about 7 in the morning i woke up to feel matt’s arms snaked around my waist. i felt a strong sense of comfort like this, but his breathing on my neck made me slightly nervous.

without knowing i fell back asleep, and woke up at around 9, matt’s arms still around me. this time something was a little strange. i adjusted my position slightly, making me feel matt’s hard on. fuck. i sighed trying to go back to sleep and ignore it, but i could tell matt started to wake up.

“you okay matt?” i muttered, half asleep. he groaned and started to grind his hips into my ass, turning me on a little. “fuck y/n please” he whined. “please what?” i teased.

“m’ so hard” he whined “i need you” he placed his hands on my hips and grinded into me harder. “fuckkk feels so good” he whined. even tho i could probably get off to the sounds he was making alone, i decided to do something more.

i turned over, and pulled away, making him whine at the loss of contact. he looked at me with desperate eyes. “do you trust me?” i asked. “mhmm” he nodded frantically.

i threw one leg over him to where i was sitting on his lap. i pulled down his pants and boxers, just enough to release his dick. i took it in my hand and gave it a good squeeze, making him moan. i pumped it up and down a few times.

i then stood up and discarded of the clothes on my bottom half. i sat back down to the position i was in before. i rubbed him up and down my folds. he whined desperately under me. “let me fuck you” he pleaded.

“okay” i said, turning over as we switched positions. he was now on top as i lied under him. he placed sloppy kisses on my collar bone and chest.

he reached down and his thumb came in contact with my clit. he rubbed to slowly in circles. i moaned and threw my head back into the bed. he hit the sweet spot, making me squirm. when he noticed my actions, he rubbed that spot repeatedly til i came.

“fuck so pretty” he sighed, removing my shirt and bra. “ i wanna see all of you when i’m fucking you” he smirked.

without warning, he started to push into me. he gave me time to adjust before ramming into me forcefuly “fuck mattt, someone’s needy” i joked. he didn’t reply and just continued fucking into me.

he got so deep at one point that you can see it poking my stomach. “fuck matt just like that” i yelled, disregarding everyone sleeping downstairs. i gripped his back with my nails, slightly drawing blood.

“fuckkk- feels s-so good. i can feel you clenching pretty girl” he groaned “taking me so well.” i could hear his words forever. he looked down seeing my fucked out expression. “you doing okay baby?” i tried to come up words to answer his question. “mhmmm” is all i could say. he smiled at me and tucked a loose hair behind my hair.

he thrusted a few more times before i reached my orgasm. i breathed heavily, and raked my nails dow on his back, leaving bloody scratches all the way down. “cumming matt f-fuck” i managed to say as i came.

his orgasm wasn’t far behind. his thrusts started to become more sloppy. he whined and his face twisted as he came inside of me. he pulled out, the both of us breathing heavy. “good morning” he smiled. i rolled my eyes and laughed. “sorry bout your back”

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a/n- the end sucks but i liked the majority of it😍

[lil-annonie]

0UT LIKE A LIGHT. —SATORU GOJO.

SYNOPSIS. Realization truly hit you hard. Only a shame it didn't hit him to realize the damage he's done.

CW. Modern!au. CEO!Gojo.

WC. 1688

A/N. I need sleep. Why is there sigma in my maths. No actually, STATISTICS. wgat the fuck is taht n why am I looking for SIGMA. 😞 I might actually fail this quarter cause I've failed almost every quiz, though my performances are PEAK. But ugh im not gonna be an honor student oh god. Ion wanna get smacked n get my door n phone taken away ugh 😣 update. there is no phone to get cause..heh..i broke it

What good is a luxurious estate for two if he never comes home?

All you can do to feel closure is to lay on the king sized bed and reminisce what it feels like to lay and be with him again.

But reminiscing isn't the right word. You can't deny that the majority of times like these all you really try to do is to try and remember what it feels.

It's not like Gojo left you. You don't think he has plans on leaving you; after all, he does drain and drown himself with work for his family. For you.

But then again.

What good is spoiling you if he isn't even there to accompany you in buying things and having fun? You feel guilty for being so ungrateful.

Poor Gojo is only doing what he has to. He has heavier weights on his shoulders than you ever will! You should be happy you can go wherever you want whenever you want instead of having to balance a big corporation by a big clan and a relationship, unlike him.

But he himself isn't balancing it all too well.

.

..

...

You just miss your husband. You're not trying to be a brat. It's not your fault you think he needs to spend a little more time with you.

...

Whining about your problems in your own mind won't help. It'll probably make it worse.

You realize every problem would all just water down to the same question,

"What good?"

What good is spending countless date nights together surrounded by art materials, you and him work and make memories while making a love journal,

"Satoru, that's too much supplies!" You scold your partner. The sight of him carrying two bags full of art materials making you concerned about how much money he spent on such silly things. He laughs at your reaction, taking your hand and walking in your dorm and to your room, setting the bags down on the fluffy carpet beside your bed.

"Nothing to worry about, sweets. Money is the least of poor worries." Gojo assures you, sitting down and pulling you next to him. "C'mon now, let's start making the journal already! I've been waiting for this moment for ages! "

Only for him to never engage in any dates you, or even himself had planned?

"Evenin' Toru... Are you free for tonight? You know we have a date. Ev'n marked it on our calendar, you know." Another sent right to the voicemail. It's the 5th one by now. It's well past the time of your reservation yet you still hope. One last time. One more try before you give up and change out of your clothes and pull out wine.

"If you can't come it's.. Alright. I—.. We can still plan another one anytime, like you said the last time. And the last. Before that, too—.. Ah, forget it. I'm sorry for sounding mad. Uh, please just. Uhm. Don't drown yourself with work, Satoru. It's bad for you." For us. "Goodnight, 'Toru. Wake me up if you come back or uh.. Text me if you can't. Bye. I love you."

What good were the long early morning walks with your hands holding, fingers intertwined as you and him walk over to a café to grab coffee (Gojo gets hot chocolate instead, disliking the bitter taste of coffee.) And take a seat at the park yapping each other's ears off as you both make a bucket list, sharing a pen and writing down your dreams in the love journal both of you created,

After Gojo finishes writing down what he wants to do with you and adding it on the bucket list, you take the pen he was offering and write down yours. Your eyes scan the almost-filled bucket list and end up in the latest one Gojo wrote. "♡Start a family!♡" in bold letters with hearts and rainbows all around the words.

"Really planning ahead huh, 'Toru?" You huff out a laugh and look at him, the faint blush he has makes you want to attack his cheeks with kisses. "With all those hearts too!"

"You can't tell me you haven't thought of it." He fights back. But he's right..you really can't tell him that. "With you, I wouldn't mind starting a family." "Awh. Come on, sweets.. Give me a clear answer!" "Okay, okay! Yes. I do want to start a family with you, better?"

"Imagine what our child would look like, I wonder whose hair color they would get.. Can't I just br—" with already a blushing face, you get more red. "Satoru! We're in college and in public. You can't just blurt that out!"

If he doesn't even make time from the both of you to cross out at least one word in the list?

Though it's pathetic, you still hold the feeling of nostalgia. Your prime. Yours and his prime, when you were the couple of the campus. You hold those memories dearly.

You wouldn't mind rummaging through the old boxes on the very corners of the attic to find something to hold on to. No matter how much dust, insects, and heat tries to go to you, you will do it for the journal.

So you do.

After an hour or two did you finally find it. Old and dusty, but still in pretty good shape for a book that stayed in such a place for such a time.

You get jumped by the first page of the journal.

"Bucket list! <3"

the list went on. It filled the whole page. Front to back, even. From "Bahamas!" To "try every damn fast food restaurant fry."

Each word came with a good remembrance of the times you or him wrote the words down, each little memory having it's own adorable conversation between you two.

But each word forced you to remember each rejected and ignored plan you had and shared with your dear Satoru.

"They called me for a meeting. I'm busy."

"Please, sweets. You know how hard it is for me to get a day off."

"I'm tired."

Excuses on and on and on. He knows those excuses don't make you any less sad, yet he still does it. Does he do it to spite you and your pathetic attempts? Does he know how cruel he is? Trying to slip and dodge every piece of affection thrown at him. As if being neglected by your own lover isn't bad enough!

What good are passing those old crumpled papers the both of you passed to each other way back in highschool, old papers filled with little names for your future children, even a whole reason about the name,

Expecting Satoru to pass you the paper back with a reply, he instead puts it under his notebook and pulls out another piece of paper, scribbling something out with big letters before covering your view with another book of his. Huh, weeirrrddd.

A few minutes later, he grabs your attention by nudging his boot against your sandal under the table, sliding the paper to you when you give him a glance.

"NAMEZZ! 𖤐𖨆"

• nouitzki. Nowitzki?? Idk

➥ sounds rich asf. Matching name = status righhhtt?? keh heh. :p

You look at him again, and he looks at you. He looks genuine. The way Gojo looks while he waits for you to write something down, his body nearly facing yours as he rests his face on his palm. Mouthing out a "c'mon.." with a smile on his face.

if sleeping with him in the same room without his call ringtone disturbing him and you every three seconds is such a rare event?

Why does he keep prioritizing such useless calls from whoever the fuck politician, celebrity, or another nepo baby is calling?

"Satoru... r' they calling again? It looks so dark outside n' late.. Can't they take a break.." You groan as your eyes still try to get used to the light from the sudden open lamp, you feel your lover hug you tightly and kiss your forehead before he sighs. "Yes, sweets, they are.. M' sorry."

Gojo sounds like he dreads responding to the caller. He is. He keeps his arms tight around you and his lips on your skin, letting the ringtone go off for a few seconds before carefully sitting up and reaching for his vibrating phone.

You don't bother listening in the conversation after that and continue sleeping, only waking up when you feel his lips against your forehead again, whispering apologies before walking out the room.

You want to remind him about the words that came out of his lying little mouth just a few hours ago, about how he'll stay till sunrise, but you know he's also tired and telling him that will just make him feel like shit. So you don't. You still love him, after all.

..

... Yeah.

back then, people noticing his absence whenever you went to events or parties alone felt good, the thought of your acquaintances expecting you with him or vice versa gives you the feeling of bliss.

but now.. oh wow.

everywhere you go, questions bringing up your husband's absence would endlessly haunt you. sure hurts like a bitch.

how cruel it is to actually know by experience that bullshit as simple as a family corporation can break love you thought only death could break apart.

you cant do this anymore.

Gojo doesn't completely try to ignore you, but you realize the more you and him aren't together, the more the relationship feels like downgrading to a simple friendship.

its not just his ignorance, no.

As time passes by he becomes a complete stranger.

the mutual interests you both loved would fade, and he would pour his stress on you. though not screaming matches, fortunately, it was words that were equipped with armour and swords, aiming straight to the heart.

you make a plan instead.

if he loves leaving you behind without notice, you would to.

fuck a letter.

maybe someday he would get back to his senses, maybe one day you and him would meet again.

A/N. Chat I accidentally posted this twice instead of saving it as draft. Am I cooked 😞also im so sorry if there are any repeated like situations n stuff i do not beta read n i dont have time to see errors oh and the ending was rushed. i do not know how to end a story im sorry also ts ws started on oct 2. ive put all tears and sweat and blood to keep continuing

[thewayitalknj]

Part 2 ; A continuation from my blurb which can be read here.

Quick Notes - HOLY CRAP. I honestly didn't expect that to blow up, or to get asks to write a Part 2. Thank you all so much for your support, it means A LOT. My little writers heart is so so happy! I hope you enjoy! :)

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"Loud and clear." He whispers, staring at the top of the stairs.

"I'm...I'm going to go check on her." Everyone in the room nodded their heads as Eddie walked up the stairs. Once he reached the outside of your door he knocked three times.

You humph from your pillow, "I told you I'm not-"

"It's me." He says. Panic. Instant panic runs through your body. You immediately throw all the blankets over you and turn the other way.

"You can come in, I'm just laying down." You didn't want to be rude ; nor did you want to take out your anger on him. He did nothing wrong.

Actually, he did. Eddie Munson made you fall in love with him.

With the turn of the knob you quickly wipe your face with the bedsheet, hoping he wouldn't even share a glance with you. Each creek of the wooden floor made your stomach turn.

"I came back in to help but they told me you weren't feeling well so I wanted to check on you."

"That's sweet Eddie but I'm okay. Maybe it's just a bad stomach ache. I'm going to shower and then head to bed." You can feel yourself sinking, wishing he would just leave.

He rocks back and forth on his heels, "you sure? Want me to make you a s'more?"

"No thanks. But thank you."

"...okay. Well, I hope you feel better." He sighs closing the door, not being able to find the words to comfort you. The moment it shuts you begin crying again.

This sucks, this really fucking sucks. Out of all the times you have been there for Eddie yet this time the roles are reversed and he can't be there for you. You knew wallowing in your sorrows wouldn't help, or be beneficial to your mental health. So you took your shower, did your daily night routine and headed straight to bed. No goodnights, no see you in the mornings, no sweet dreams.

Tomorrow would start a new day, a day where you would have to find the courage to finally get over your feelings for your best friend.

As Eddie entered the kitchen he looked defeated, guilty even. Argyle and Jonathan joined the rest of the group inside, now all caught up on the situation.

"Is she okay?" Jonathan asked.

"Yeah..she uh, is going to wash up and then go to bed."

"Dude, you gotta tell her."

______

When the alarm clock goes off at 9am you practically slam your fist down on it and groan in your pillow. "Ed?" No response. You pick your head up and see his bed empty. Odd, because the last few days you've always woken up together. After brushing your teeth and making yourself look decent for the morning you head on downstairs.

It's quiet, too quiet. You're confused, so very confused. You walk through the living room, you check your friends bedrooms. Nothing. No one was to be found. The fuck?

Walking into the kitchen, Eddie is sitting at the counter with a cup of coffee. "Morning." He says.

"Um...hi?"

"Why the face?" You turn around and look back at him.

"It's just...where is everyone?"

"Oh, they left."

"They-What?" You stutter.

Your baffled. Bewildered. Unbalanced. Because in this moment, you realized, once again ; you are left alone with Eddie.

Quick Notes - ...so, uh...part 3 anyone???

Click Here to Read Part 3

[sturniololoco]

could you write a sturniolo sister fic where matt gets a girlfriend and the sister is the closest with matt but the girlfriend is horrible to the sister and when she tries to tell matt he doesn’t believe her and they get into some kind of argument until matt hears his gf say something to the sister?

Sister In Law Gone Wrong

Sturniolo Little sister (SLS) x The Sturniolo Triplets

Warnings: language, an annoying bitch?

Note: I'm so sorry if your name is Brittney btw

SLS/N's POV

Moving in with my brothers was exciting, but hard. especially when I found out Matt has a girlfriend.

In my eyes, no one deserves them. I always envisioned my brother's girlfriends, or boyfriends for Nick's sake, to be just as kind as my brothers are.

But Matt's Girlfriend was an absolute bitch. And I haven't even been there for three days.

-

It was my third day in my new home. My brothers have been helping me unpack all my stuff for the past couple of days, and we were finally finished.

I was so excited to be done because Matt promised me that we would go play putt-putt at his new favorite spot in L.A.

I was getting ready to go, throwing on some cargo jeans and a cropped sweater. I walked downstairs and Chris walked over to me, giving me a spin, saying,

"Damn sis! you look bad!"

I playfully hit him on the shoulder and covered my red face as Nick and Matt began hyping me up with Chris.

I walked over to the couch and sat down next to Matt. I was about to ask him when we were about to go when the front door opened and hells began clicking up our steps.

Matt's girlfriend, Brittney, walks into the room.

She walked in like she owned the place, throwing her purse on the table and laying across Matt's lap, covering half the couch.

"Are you ready to go or what?" She asks Matt, sassily, while pulling out her phone, opening Snapchat, taking a selfie with her tongue out, and then posting it to her story.

"Uh, we're going somewhere?" Matt replies, looking as though he has no idea what she's talking about.

"You're taking me to dinner, I'm hungry," Brittney says. "You will take me, right Matty?" She says, giving him a pout and taking in a baby voice.

"Uh, I mean yeah sure. Lemme get me keys." Matt looks at me guiltily as he makes his way to the kitchen, grabbing his keys. He quietly mouths I'm sorry to me as he walks down the stairs, following Brittney.

I give him the most reassuring half-smile I could muster before he's gone, and I hear his car pull away. I feel the tears well up in my eyes and emotion stabbing at the back of my throat.

But I quickly try to wipe them away as Chris comes and sits next to me. But to my surprise, he pulls me into a hug and says,

"I know kiddo. It's ok if you're upset, I would be too."

I press my forehead into his chest as he cradles my head, willing the tears not to come, but a few slip out. I pull away from Chris's embrace.

"I'm fine! I'm good, really! As long as Matts is happy I'm happy." I say, trying to move off the subject before my disappointment settles in even more.

Chris nods, giving me a sad smile as he stands up.

"Hey why don't I order pizza and we can play Monopoly?" Nick says, trying to lighten the mood. I nod, smiling. Might as well make fun out of a crappy situation I thought to myself.

-

After about 2 hours of monopoly, three slices of pizza, and a bowl of ice cream later, I was getting tired. I yawned and stood up, telling my brothers, that I was heading to bed.

"Sweet dreams kid," Chris says, ruffling my hair as I hug him goodnight. I then walk over to Nick and give him a kiss on the cheek.

"'Night!" He says.

"Oh, when Matt comes in, could you tell him goodnight for me?" I ask my brothers before going upstairs. They glance sadly at each other, then say they would. So I walked upstairs to get some rest.

Chris's POV

About 30 minutes after SLS/N went to bed, Matt walked up the stairs, throwing his keys on the table, and then flopping down on the couch.

"Wow. Nice of you to join us, especially when the one person who wanted to hang out with you has already gone to bed! Brother of the year right there!" Nick says sarcastically, saying exactly what I was thinking.

Matt rolls his eyes, and mumbles,

"Relax, I'll make it up to her" Matt gets up and walks to his room and shuts the door. I look at Nick and we both sigh in defeat.

SLS/N's POV

I'm awake early the next day, around 8:00. None of my brothers are awake yet, so I decide to cook breakfast. I get out our mini waffle maker and the Bisquick. I also decide to make some bacon and sausage.

Not long after I start cooking, I hear the front door creek open, and foot straps come from the stairs. I turn to see Brittney.

What a great way to start my morning.

She struts into the kitchen and takes a waffle off the stack, then digs through the fridge for the syrup.

"Is this keto-friendly?" She asks me.

I shake my head saying,

"Um, it's Bisquick."

She rolls her eyes sits down and begins to eat. She eats nearly the whole thing before pushing her plate away and saying,

"What the fuck is this shit? you think people will actually eat this?" She laughs at the disappointed look on my face.

"I can make you something else if you like," I say, being way too nice to someone I want to slap across the face. Before she can answer, Matt walks into the kitchen, looking sleepy and disheveled.

"Oh good you're awake. Can we pwease go get Starbucks Matty? She says in a baby voice. Matt nods and she practically skips to the car, leaving her dirty dish on the table.

Matt walks over and gives me a hug. He must have noticed something was wrong because he said,

"You okay? Your eyes are lookin' watery."

I look down and say,

"Have you noticed that your girlfriend is a little mean" But I instantly regret saying that.

"SLS/N! How could you say that! Just because the attention isn't on you anymore doesn't mean you get to say that about her!" H says, raising his voice, which he never does.

He spins around and walks out the front door, leaving me there in the kitchen. The tears well up in my eyes as I began to clean up breakfast, throwing away all the waffles I already made.

-

I didn't want to be by myself this morning, especially after the breakfast flop. I walk downstairs to Chris's room.

The door is cracked and dim light is coming from inside. I knock lightly.

"Come in," I hear Chrls's morning voice say. I enter the room to see him lying in his bed watching his phone. I walk over and crawl into bed next to him, snuggling into his side. He notices something is wrong the minute I lay down.

"Alright, spill it, kid." He demands

I told him everything that happened this morning.

Matt's POV

I get into the driver's seat, flustered due to my argument with SLS/N. I hear Brittney sigh, and I look over at her.

"Why are you in a mood?" She asks, giving me a pout. I run my fingers through my hair, and say,

"My sister is just being a little difficult is all."

I hear her scoff and let out a low chuckle. I look over at her confused.

"Yeah, no shit. She's such a little brat. And she can't even make a waffle right." She keeps scrolling through her phone as if she doesn't even realize what she's saying to me, SLS/N's brother.

"What the fuck did you just say?" I asked, feeling stupid for not believing SLS/N.

"You heard me, I said she's a brat." She replies, popping the gum in her mouth.

This was a new feeling for me. I've never felt so upset or mad. I remember all the times I let SLS/N down because of some stupid girl. I'm such an idiot.

"Get out of my car," I say through gritted teeth.

"What- but- Matty, baby c'mon, you know I didn't mean that!" She struggles to correct herself, but it's too late. The damage has already been done.

"Get. Out. Of. My. Car." I say, one last time. She flings her car door open and runs to her car, speeding out of the driveway. I quickly run back inside, trying desperately to come up with a solution to make it up to SLS/N.

SLS/N's POV

Still snuggled into Chris's side, I heard the front door open again and footsteps walking closer.

Matt peeks his head inside Chris's room, where we are. He clears his throat and says,

"Hey, um Chris, do you mind if I talk to SLS/N for a second?"

Chris looks at me and I nod. He stands up and brushes past Matt while he walks out of the room, mumbling,

"Don't fuck this up."

Matt walks over and sits next to me.

"I...I'm sorry. I should have listened to you over Brittney. I was stupid to think that my little sister would ever do that and I was wrong." He starts tearing up a little at the end of his apology.

However, I was happy that I had my Matt back again. I quickly give him a hug, knocking him back onto the bed. We giggle and laugh as we wrestle.

"And if it's okay with you, I'd like to make it up to you. How does putt-putt sound kid?" H asks, a smile playing on his lips.

"Yay!" I shout, standing up and jumping up and down on the bed, only to be tackled again by Matt.

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That night Matt and I went on a little brother-sister date. We went Putt-putting, and Matt won both rounds of course. Then we went to get ice cream before heading home.

We laughed and danced to music in the car, happy in each other's company again.

Guys! School got canceled again tomorrow! I'll try and post some extra for you this weekend and finish some requests!

[harrywavycurly]

Sarah how are you? Please please puuhhlease can we hear how Eddie talks to one night stand readers belly over the phone!🫠😭😭😭💕

Hiii babes!! I’m good how are you?? I just took an exam and thank goodness I passed so I’m in a super good mood! So I hope you enjoy this, it’s a nice mixture of sweetness with a dash of their usual bickering😂💖

-find all things One Night Stand Eddie here✨

*Eddie just wants to make sure his daughter knows he loves her while you’re just trying to go to bed*

“Is it on speaker?” “Yes Edward it’s on speaker.” “You think she can hear me?” “I don’t know..why does it matter now? You’ve been doing this for a while now so…just say what you want to say so I can go to bed.” “Ignore her baby girl….that’s just your mom in her usual cheerful mood.” “Don’t talk to her about me like that….it’s rude.” “As if you don’t tell her how annoying I am?” “I don’t…she can hear it for herself��now please Eddie just get on with it? My back hurts and I’m sleepy.” “Fine fine…are your ears covered?” “Yes…” “then how did you hear me ask the question? Come on you know how I feel about you listening to me when I talk to her…” “putting it off speaker phone so you’ll just be talking to the belly is that better?” “Yes…that’s perfect….hey sweetheart uhm…it’s me your dad…do you know my voice yet? I hope so…uh well sorry that you have to listen to me and your mom…talk…loudly…we uhm are still getting used to this whole going to parents thing…and just getting used to each other so there’s that…but uhm yeah…I love you…maybe let your mom sleep tonight? It’ll be better for the both of us…goodnight princess…” “say everything you needed to say?” “Yeah…thanks…so you said your back hurts?” “Yeah I’m pretty sure it’s how I’ve been sleeping…I just can’t get comfortable.” “Uhm…do you need anything? Like that pillow thing that pregnant people sleep with?” “A pregnancy pillow? I was looking at getting one…just haven’t gotten around to it yet.” “I can…get you one? Do you need it now? Or can you wait till tomorrow?” “You don’t have to do that.” “I know…now tomorrow good or do you need it now?” “Uhm tomorrow is…fine.” “Okay we can go get one after work tomorrow…wanna make sure it’s one you like because god knows I’d pick the wrong color or something and you’d never use it.” “That’s true…well uh goodnight then…I’ll see you tomorrow.” “Goodnight…uhm sweet dreams.” “Don’t be weird.” “Yeah sorry…goodnight.”

[vulpixisananimal]

(Isabeau) (Polaris and Wren blong to @neoncityrain and @fungal--wastes)

"Night, big guy!"

"Night, tall lady!"

(You and Vixul waved goodnight and headed to your own rooms. She was alright! A good fighter, confident, fun; you're leaving tomorrow, so hopefully you'll see her again.)

(Today in general had been nice, nothing too crazy, just, nice. You helped Jan get the homestead ready for the winter rush, did some training, packed and prepared for leaving tomorrow, you were ready for bed. You open the door, Siffrin had already headed to bed, so, hopefully you wouldn't, w-walk in on them again. . .)

(You walk in and close the door, then stop. You were stuck in place, eyes wide, a strike went through your heart at the scene before you.)

(Siffrin, p-probably not Siffrin actually, was laying on their side, head held in one hand, the other on their hip. They had a wide, cheeky smile, and they had no top on. The star-shaped scars on their body from that day in Dormont looked like a galaxy. The two long mystery scars Siffrin had on their chest were like comets. You were blushing at the sight, blushing like CRAZY.)

"Hello, fighter~" (O-okay!!! It was Loop!!! Got it!!) "So kind of you to join me on this wonderful night!"

"H-HiLoop-" (You let out with a squeak.)

(Loop smiled wider.) "Stunned at the sight of me?"

"Y-yep-!" (Your head sunk into your shoulders and looked away.)

"What? Really?" (Loop said in a mock jokey voice.) "Nooooo but I'm just wearing my nighties~ We have such a big day tomorrow!"

"R-right! Uh-" (You stepped more into the room, trying to make yourself small.) "I-Iuh, it's, yes! Big day! and, uh-"

"And~" (Their smile widened.) "Those mean, mean headmates have kept me away from you ever since that moment~"

(You cover your ever growing blush with your hands.) "BGHNHBDNSDSDB"

"Awwww, too much~?" (Loop rolls onto their front.) "You look tired, Fighter~ you should get changed, I wont look~ Probably~"

(That "probably" was making you just a little bit normal, but, they were right. You were tired from the day, so, so it's time to! You get changed quickly, trying not to think about if Loop is or is not looking at you.)

(You finish up, take a breath, and turn around. Loop was all nice and cozy under the blankets in bed; eyes closed. You breathe a sigh of relief.) "A-all done!"

(They open their eye.) "Stunning, fighter~"

"T-thanks-!" (You squeak. You walk over to your side of the bed and tuck in.)

(Not a moment later Loop was cuddled right up next to you. They looked so, so cute. So sweet. . . You were both facing eachother on your side, and you noticed that despite their cool exterior, they were blushing as much as you were. You spent a few moments just. . . Staring at each other.)

(They put an arm around you, you an arm around them. They pulled themself to your chest. You wrapped them up close. It was like this that you, again, remained silent for some time.)

". . . I. . ." (You finally broke the silence, it was a single letter, but it was broken.)

(Loop retrieved their head from the warmth of your chest and looked up at you.) "Yeeeees~?"

". . . U-uh-" (You look away, shy.) "I just. . . . H-how, how long?"

"Hmmm?"

". . . H-how, long have you, been feeling. . ."

(Loop places a hand on your cheek, and turns your head back to look at them.)

"The moment I laid eyes on you, Isabeau~"

(They lean in close to you, gently, softly, smiling. Unlike last time, though, you knew what was coming. You lean in as well, the moment before lasted an eternity.)

(But the moment a connection is made, you wanted it to last forever.)

>>>

<Null> {Mal Du Pays} (Siffrin) [Loop] [(???)]

(You were dreaming of a campfire. You couldn't move from the campfire, but you didn't want to. It was so warm, comfortable, and. . .)

(You open your eye. Sunlight was flickering through the window, and you could hear people awake already. You closed your eye for just a moment more. It was, so, so warm. . . You never had a blanket so comfortable. . . It was, it was- Isabeaus arm?!?!?)

(It was at that moment you realized that you were tangled in Isabeaus limbs. No way you could move now, and if he rolled onto his front right now, you'd be crushed! Your face was burning. Just, uh, you had to wait! Yeah! You could wait!)

(. . . You didn't have to wait long. You felt Isa shuffle, then yawn, then pull you closer.) "Mmmorning...."

"M-morningIsa--" (You let out, shakily. Oh STARS you were going to explode at this rate!!)

(His face was pressed again the back of your head, gently humming into your hair. His hand traced up, to the side of your head, holding your cheek. . .)

". . . . O-ooohyeah- uh-" (His voice was soft, but wobbled.) "L-loop, right?"

(SSTARS--) ". . . S-sif-"

(Isa paused. You could only imagine the face he must be making, the fear, or, o-or shame, or-)

"T-that'sokay-" (He held you closer, and kissed the back of your head.) "I, just need to know which nickname to use, my lil' Wish.."

(You let out a noise you've never made before. Little Wish?!?!?)

"T-toomuch?" (Isa asks, leaning over to look at you.)

(You cover your face with your hands.) "I-I'mokay, j-just, mmnghnmgfhnmb--"

(You heard Isa laugh, then kiss the side of your head, pause for a moment, then start to get up. After a moment of contemplating alternatives, you get up as well.)

"B-big day today!" (Isabeau chatted while he got dressed. You were still waking up.) "Aaaaaand it looked like we slept in, whoops!"

"I think I needed it." (You mumble, getting up and doing your morning stretches. It was your back and leg that ached today.)

"Hah, you're right! The past few days of rest clearly wasn't enough! Haha!"

(Your stumble a bit doing your stretches at that, then finish up.) "Nah, I think I just needed to wake up lik. . . li. . ." (Your voice broke as you tried finishing that sentence. You look down, blushing even harder.)

". . . . H-hey have you checked the journal yet?" (Isa says, to your rescue.)

"N-nope! I'll uh, do that!"

(You were thankful for the distraction. You looked around for a second and saw your new journal on the side table. You have a quick look through to see if there was anything new.)

(Two days ago you talked to Polaris, you remember that, Mal was around for that too. Yesterday it was, Null and Loop? A nasty combination. But by the looks of it, nothing bad happened! And they packed for you too! How sweet- huh?)

(The last note though, it was Mals writing. Written in the middle of the night. . . Oh.)

"O-oh-" (You let out.)

"Eeeeverything alright?"

"Y-yep! I was w-worried about packing but it looks like that's all dealt with!" (You lie, Mal didn't want to tell the family yet. It was asking you, and the others, if you should. You put a checkmark, they should know. . . Stars. . .)

(Someone new.)

(That was enough. You got dressed, put away the last few things that were left out, and stole a few glances at Isabeau. You put, the new presence to the back of your mind. Pun not intended.)

"All ready?" (Isa asks as you join him by the door.)

"You know it~" (You beam at him. The two of you opened the door and left. You could smell breakfast already-)

"Oh. Good morning." (It was a voice you recognized, but a little to the left. Turning, it was Vixul. Vixul?)

"Good morning!" (Isa boomed.) "Sleep well last night?"

"Like a stone." (Her face was more inquisitive, looking between you and Isa.) "Yourself?"

"Never better!" (Isa chuckled.)

"It's, good to see you again, Vixul." (You left a slight pause before her name, questioning.)

"Likewise." (She considered you two for a moment, then he smiled slightly.) "But between us? It's the first time you've met me. I'm Major, just, keep acting like I'm Vixul around everyone else."

"O-oh! Well, good to meet you, it's Siffrin."

"Still boring ol' Isabeau!"

"Heh." (He shook his head.) "You two are like a couple peas in a pod. Ready for breakfast?"

"Absolutely!! We all have a big walk ahead of us."

"A-actually-" (You need to ask him something.) "C-can, we catch up, after a sec?"

"Secret stuff?" (Isa makes a line across his mouth.) "Got it! I'll see ya downstairs."

(The two of you wait until Isa stomps down to join the others before Major turns to you.) "What's up, small fry."

"O-oh, well." (You were too nervous to be annoyed at the nickname.) ". . . I-I, checked, my book this morning. M-message from Mal, someone, new, uh-"

"May I see?" (He holds out a hand. You fish your book out of your endless pockets and hand it to him.) ". . . ."

". . . ."

". . . . Cool." (He handed the book back to you.) "Well, not cool but whatever. You're doing things right, just try and chat, distract them with hobbies, persecutors are. . ."

"I-I remember." (You nod, putting the book away.) "Just, worried that-"

"That you're not doing it right?" (He chuckled.) "You're doing great, small fry. C'mon, let's get food."

(He clears his throat and shakes his head, back in character- oh yeah!) "Vixul keeps her eye a bit more open, a-and smiles a bit more."

(He looks down at you, surprised.) ". . . 'Thought I was doing a good job."

"You were, I'm just an expert~" (You wink.)

(The two of you joined everyone else in the main lobby. Chairs and tables were moved around to make one big breakfast table. The whole Inn was here! Vixul and her group, you and yours, and, of course, Jan, who getting the last plates of food out of the kitchen before taking their own seat.)

"Here comes trouble." (You hear Polaris grumble.)

"If you take one I'll take the other." (Nille responded, grinning.)

"Making friends already, Pétronille? Are we not enough?" (Odile adds, she was reading Wrens book.)

"Not with Polaris, surely." (Wren responds in the same tone, he was reading Odiles.) "Careful, he bites."

"I DO NOT!" (Polaris responds, voice cracking.)

"Do too." ("Vixul" adds, sitting down. You took your seat next to Isa, too.)

"I DON'T!!"

"You do. Like a cat." (Wren rolls his eyes.)

"Hehe, no wonder he and Siffrin get along so well!" (Mira teases.)

"H-HUH?!?" (YOU JUST SAT DOWN?!?)

"It's true!" (Isa was smiling wide.) "Cuddly like a cat, too!!"

"Eeeewwww!" (Polaris made a jokey face. YOU sunk into your chair.)

"That tracks." (Wren smiles.) "Polaris is, too."

"H-HEY!!!" (No Pol was ALSO sinking into his chair. Everyone laughed.)

(The banter continued. Breakfast was delicious, as usual. Jan and Bonnie had worked together and the result was a feast to remember. Apparently, Vixuls group didn't have a good cook between them. Vixul was the best, and by best you mean 'passable.')

(Everyone had been getting to know eachother more, trading stories, woes, quips. There were smiles, laughter, embarrassment. . . You couldn't help but glance at Ramos, they were glancing back.)

"So you're off to Wolworth?" ("Vixul" asks.)

"Yup!" (Isa says after swallowing his bite.) "My buddy Ramos was raised there! We're off to visit them!"

"But after that?" (Nille punched her hand intimidatingly.) "We're gonna find those two and beat the crab outta them!"

(That gets a few cheers. Next, Mirabelle talks.) "What about you three?"

"Oh, uh. . ." ("Vixul" leans back in his chair.) "We're going to Jouvente, then Dormont, then once I've helped these two I'll leave for some other country, or continent. Dunno where yet."

"No settling down then?" (Mira follows up.)

". . . Nah, not yet. . ." (There's a hint of sadness, there.) ". . . Wren?"

"I have my own things to take care of." (He had closed the book at this point, but wasn't looking up from his plate.) "Once that's dealt with, I'll settle here."

"It's a nice country." (Ramos agrees.)

"Mhm. Polaris?"

"O-oh! Uh. . ." (Polaris looks away, thinking for a moment.) ". . . I dunno."

(He looked down at his food. There was a little silence before Wren sighed, and spoke up.) "You can settle with me, Polaris."

"H-huh?!?" (He looks up.) "You sure?"

"Just don't scratch the furniture." (Wren, and everyone else, laughs.)

(Breakfast went great. You finished up, and helped cleared for all of about 3 minutes until Mirabelle told you to sit down since you were still recovering. At which point, Wren turned and told her the exact same thing.)

(. . . . . You liked this little vacation.)

(You had, made friends here.)

>>>

(That's everything.)

(Breakfast cleared, rooms made, things packed. The two groups of travelers took their time getting out the door. That was okay, you wanted to check one last thing. On one part of the wall, covered by a cloth, was that little sign.)

"Make a wish, check it thrice, stay here a while, don't mind the mice." (You smiled to yourself. What a cute little saying. You looked under the cloth, and it was still there. Still unreadable to all but you- huh? There's a fresh pair of nails in the wood next to the sign.)

"Just the fella I wanted to catch." (You look up, Jan the innkeeper was walking over with a new wood sign under her arm.)

"O-oh hey!" (You wave.) "Did, you need me for something?"

"Nah, just wanted to thank you properly. And put your little gift up." (They walked up to those fresh nails, and started putting the sign up.) "Real thoughtful, by the way."

"Whu- huh?" (You blink, confused.) "What do you. ."

"Don't remember? That's fine." (She got the sign up and stepped away.) "Either way, still looks good."

(The new addition was a wooden sign. It wasn't painted, but it was carved, carefully and with detail. The words on the sign were very familiar; "Make a wish, check it thrice, stay here a while, don't mind the mice.")

". . . Did, I make that?"

"Sure did. Just walked up, handed it to me, and walked away." (She let out a laugh.) "Heh, made me tear up all night. Gramps woulda' been proud."

(. . . That, sounded like Mal. Mal made that? For, for a stranger?)

". . . Take care of yourself, bud." (Jan turned and lightly punched you in the shoulder.) "If ya ever need a bed, I'll give you one without mice."

(You laughed, and said your goodbyes. Mal made that, you still couldn't believe it. . . But, at least now people would know what it means. You made your way out, being the last to join everyone.)

"That everyone?" (Isa asked.)

"No, I left Loop behind." (You stick your tongue out, he laughs.)

(You turned to "Vixuls" group of three, well, three-ish. You're smiling. There's an awkward silence before the inevitable.)

". . . Guess this is goodbye." ("Vixul" breaks the silence, grinning.) "Don't go loosing your head, alright?"

"Wouldn't dream of it!"

"Right back atchya!"

"No promises."

". . . Good luck, you three." (You were feeling, surprisingly emotional. You had only known these three for a week. Maybe two if you counted the loops. You were going to miss them.) "With, with everything."

". . Thank you, Siffrin." (Wren bows politely.) "I wish the same for all of you, as well."

"Oooh the w-word, careful with that."

"Ha, I'll be careful. . ."

(Polaris looks away, quiet. Wren sighs, and elbows him in the gut.)

"H-hey-! Uh. . ." (He looks to Wren, then to you, then away.) ". . ."

(. . . He stomps over to you and shoves something into your hand.) "Here." (He pouts, then walks back.) ". . . Thanks for, helping. The other day."

(You open your hand. One of his oversized needles was in it. You look up at him.) ". . . Good luck, Polaris. I, wont forget this."

[You got the PIN KNIFE.] [Very low damage, but doubles your speed, and your critical damage is quintupled!!] [You can see stars twinkle in the ball-point.]

". . . I wont, either." (His face softens, sinking into is own cloak a little.) ". . . For Navi."

". . . For Navi." (. . . On the highest peak. . .)

(. . . There was a moment of silence. You didn't acknowledge it; you didn't need to. . . Eventually, it had to be broken. With your last goodbyes said, the group of three headed off to their own travels. You waved back one last time, before turning to your own adventures; leading the group of seven.)

(Well, seven-ish.)

[runningincircl3s]

Nothing Ever After

Noah Sebastian x Reader x Vinny Mauro

Chapter Six

warnings: none? :)

even after rewriting this a few times i don't really like this chapter and i'm not too sure why... but its getting spicy in the next few parts so…

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Once the two of you were in Vin’s room he sent a text to Bryan briefly explaining the situation, and letting him know that you were safe with him. He gave you a spare sweater to sleep in, and he turned around as you got changed to give you some privacy. 

“I’ve never heard of this band before.” You say as you look in the mirror at yourself wearing his dead grandma sweater. 

“Oh, uh,” his face flushed red, he was embarrassed to tell you the truth but he hoped you would forget by the time you were sober, “it’s actually not a band… it’s the name of my WoW guild.” 

“Your what now?” 

“It’s a game, world of warcraft-”

“Oh! Sorry I don’t speak nerd.” You said with a smirk as you got into his bed, “This is so cool though.” 

“Thanks,” he said, getting undressed and leaving him in just his boxers. “I texted Bryan by the way to let you know you’re here with me tonight, I said Noah wasn’t picking up so you couldn't get into your room.”

“Shit I forgot about that! Thank you.” You said as he lied down next you, you couldn’t help but find yourself staring at him so you quickly rolled to your side, facing away from him. “We should get some sleep, you’ve gotta be up in 4 hours.”

“Shit, that’s true…” He says as he puts his phone down and you hear the light switch off. “Sweet dreams.”

“Goodnight Vinny.” You whispered before letting your eyes close.

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You woke up suddenly to the sound of someone knocking banging on the door. 

“Vin! Wake up everyone’s waiting for you!” You heard someone shout. 

You rolled over and squinted at the brightness as you checked the time on your phone. 7:25?

“Vinny!” You gently shook him, taking in how soft his skin felt beneath your fingertips- Stop it y/n. “There’s someone here for you.” 

He groaned, rolling on to his back as he rubbed his eyes.

“What's the time?” 

“It’s 7:25, you-”

“Shit!” He flew out of bed, beginning to get dressed when the door knocked again. 

“This is why I told you it was a bad idea to go out la-” Vin opened the door, and you saw Rick stood on the other side, his camera in his arm with a coffee in his hand. “Finally, I- What’s y/n doing in your room? What the hell Vin! This better not be what it looks like-” 

“No! She stayed here because she was locked out of her room! Look, I’ll be 5 minutes, okay? I’ll meet you guys by the bus.” 

Ricky gave you a look, before looking back at Vinny. 

“5 minutes, no later or you’ll have Chris to deal with.” 

Vinny shut the door on him, turning back to you and shaking his head as he searched the room for where he’d left his shirt.

“I'm so sorry about that.” He said as he continued getting dressed. 

“It’s okay.” You smiled, getting out of bed, “I better go and see if Noah’s awake yet to let me in.”

“Y’know, if you’re our photographer for the first couple days here, you should really come with us this morning. We’re doing an interview and I’m sure Chris would love to have some behind the s-”

“Vinny, I’d love to but I slept in last night's makeup and I’m about to walk back to my room in last night's clothes so I don’t think I’m ready to get to work just yet.”

"Well, you're lucky Rick didn't hear you say that."

Vinny turned around and dug through his suitcase for a moment before pulling out an old slipknot shirt, throwing it over to you. 

“To replace the top I ruined last night. I’m still so sorry about that-”

“Don’t be!” You chuckled, “It’s honestly fine, Vin. But thank you. I’ll quickly get changed and then let myself out, it seems you have an interview to get to.” You smiled, to which he nodded, grabbing his phone and water bottle before heading to the door.

“I’ll see you later, before the show.” He said with a smile and a little wave before leaving. 

As you got out of bed and walked to the bathroom, you couldn’t help but look at Vin’s belongings scattered across the room, laughing to yourself. You could've guessed he was a messy person, the complete opposite of Noah.

After getting dressed you left his room, heading towards yours and Noah's. You knocked on the door and quietly tried to call out to Noah, expecting him to still be asleep, but to your surprise was awake. As he opened the door he immediately began questioning you.

“What the hell? Where have you been? I woke up and you weren’t there and then I saw you tried to call me- Is that Vinny’s shirt?” Noah’s face suddenly turned pretty pale and you walked past him, into the room. 

“We got back pretty late last night and I forgot the key and I didn’t want to wake you up. I tried calling you to wake you up but in the end Vin let me stay in his room, he texted Bryan to let him know so I just assumed he would’ve told you. Oh, and I’m wearing his shirt because he spilt my drink on mine last night.”

“Why couldn’t you have stayed with Bryan?” Noah questions, shutting the door and crossing his arms as he waits for your answer. 

“Bry went back early with Folio and Ryan. Me and Vinny wanted to stay a bit longer,” you sighed, “Sorry, I guess.”

“No, it’s okay, don’t apologise… I didn’t know if you’d met Vinny before, that’s all. I wouldn’t want you being uncomfortable, staying with a stranger-”

“Noah. I’m an adult, I wouldn’t purposely put myself in a situation I’m not comfortable in. We met last night, but I trusted him and look, I’m fine, nothing happened!”

“I know, I just... I care about you, y/n." He said before quickly changing the subject, "Anyway, we’ve got a boring morning, I have some phone calls to make, then we’re going out for lunch. We’ve got to get back to the venue at 1 for sound check. How are you feeling about our first proper day on tour?” He smiled.

“Good,” you nodded, “I can’t wait to finally start, but before I do anything I need to take a shower.”

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You sat on the venue floor as Nicholas and Jolly tuned their guitars, Folio was having his drums put together and Noah was stressing with Matt over how the sound was coming out. Bryan was running up and down from the stage to the floor, demonstrating which angles you could take pictures from, and how to do it without getting in anyone's way.

You already got a few pictures of the guys setting up, and some of them on their way to the venue, but Noah reminded you that you were Motionless' photographer for the first few days so to focus more on them- but personally you thought he was only saying this because he didn't want his picture being taken.

"Hey y/n!" Rick gave you a smile as he passed you, he had clearly gone to get coffee, "All the guys are in the green room right now, I'd really appreciate it if you got some unflattering pictures of the guys so I have something to post on their birthdays."

"Okay, sure." You chuckled, getting up and waving to the Nicks and Jolly as you followed Ricky backstage.

"So... How are you feeling?" He asked, taking a sip from his cup.

"Great! I thought I'd be nervous but I think I'm too excited to even worry about anything."

"That's always a great attitude to have," he smiled, "Sorry about this morning by the way, assuming you and Vin..."

"It's okay," you said, focusing your eyes on the ground as you walked, "I can imagine what it looked like."

"He explained everything to me, it sounded like you guys had fun last night. Kind of made me wish I came too."

As you guys walked into the green room, you were greeted by Justin and Ryan. Justin was sat with his feet up on the table clearly taking a nap, whilst Ryan was playing a game on his phone.

“Hey, get one of me and Justin!” Ricky said, leaning onto Justin’s shoulder and holding up a peace sign as Justin snored, his mouth half open with his hat covering his eyes. You bring your camera up, smirking as you take a couple pictures.  

“You guys look beautiful.” You say, setting your camera back down in front of you, and Justin's phone starts to ring, startling him as he wakes up.

“Just wait 'til you see us in our makeup,” Vinny says, walking in with a sprite in his hand, before turning to Justin. "Is that Shae? Tell her I said hi."

“Hey baby!” Justin grins, answering the facetime call, flipping Vinny off. 

“Is that his wife?” You ask, and Ricky nods his head. 

“So what camera have you got there?” Rick asks, and you hand it over to him, telling him all about it as he inspects it.

“I thought you didn’t 'speak nerd'?” Vinny smirks, watching how your face lit up as you told Rick about how this was the camera you’d always wanted, and what made it so different from the others you've previously had. Ricky furrowed his eyebrows as he looked between the two of you, and Vin just laughed when you didn’t have a comeback and sat beside his friend. 

“I can’t wait to get out there tonight,” Vinny said, leaning back in his seat, his legs spreading slightly, causing your stomach to feel fuzzy, why were you suddenly feeling like this? “It’s been so long.”

“Don’t mess up this time though.” Ricky says, a slight smile on his lips as he’s still inspecting your camera. 

“Oh yeah? Well don’t fall through the stage this time.” Vinny sasses back, and Rick went silent, handing your camera back to you. 

“Look who’s here!” Chris grins as he walks a beautiful, heavily tattooed woman in to the room, and as you turn around you can’t help but notice how gorgeous she is! Then you realised who she was, she was Angela. You followed her on instagram when you found out she was the guys makeup artist, and you couldn’t believe how talented she was.

“Hey!” She smiles, wheeling something in behind her. “Oh you must be y/n! I’ve been dying to meet you!” She drops everything and runs to give you a hug. 

“Hi! You’re Angela, right?” 

“Yes! I make these guys look pretty to go out there and do their thing!” She says as she begins to tie her black hair up in a messy bun.

“Hey, Ang!” The guys all greeted her as she sat down beside you. 

“I’m kinda late, I was hoping to get here about an hour ago but I should get you guys all done in time. How long until you’re on?”

“About 3 hours,” says Justin as he ends the call, “we’ve got plenty of time!”

“So who’s going first?” She says, getting everything set up on the table in front of her. 

Ryan went first, then Ricky, then Chris and finally Vinny as Justin did his own stage makeup. Vinny insisted on putting his body paint on first, and you couldn’t believe what it all looked like in real life. 

You couldn’t help but giggle as Angela tied his hair back in a little ponytail, and he spotted you in the corner of his eye and flipped you off. 

“Please can I take a picture of this?” You asked, and whilst everyone else encouraged you, Vin was against it. 

“I’d love that!” Angela gasped, “Could you take some for me? I’d love some more for my socials.”

“Don’t you fucking dare!” Vinny warned.

“Hey, I think your hair looks cute, I love your little ponytail.” You laughed, and he couldn't help but roll his eyes as you pointed the camera at him.

Once Angela had finished, you took pictures of all the guys’ makeup, and one full body shot of Chris, showing off the outfit he’d chosen for this tour. 

“How are we feeling guys?!” Folio cheered as the Bad Omens guys all entered the room.

“Great, man! I can’t wait to go and fuck it up out there.” Vin says, fixing his hair as Ang takes the hairband out. 

“You guys look amazing!” Nicholas says, looking rather stunned. 

“You ready?” Noah’s voice startles you, feeling his hands on your shoulders as he stands behind you. 

“I sure am.” You grin, tilting your head back to look up at him. “I’m still a little nervous though, I wasn't earlier but now it's actually real. I'm gonna be out there!”

“You’ll be great, y/n. Don’t forget it’s only the first night, and you’re here to learn anyway.”

“I know, I’ve already taken a few pictures this afternoon, and I got some of the guys in their makeup for Angela. So even if I don’t get any good ones out there I’ve got these.”

“That’s great!” He smiles, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear. 

“Guys we’re on in a minute!” Chris announces, and everyone starts to get up. 

You can’t describe the atmosphere in this moment, everyone was so hyped and ready to get out there and put on the best show they could. You got a couple pictures from behind of the guys beginning to walk on stage, and then you watched them all take their places as the intro to meltdown played.

You couldn’t just choose one of the guys to watch, it was almost breath taking as they all did their thing and the crowd went crazy for it. However, you kept finding your eyes being drawn to Vinny. If you hadn’t found him attractive before, you definitely have now. He was so into the songs he played, you could tell he really loved what he did, and just watching him was breath taking.

You managed to get some pictures, you took a few of Justin and Ryan from the side, one of Ricky from behind, one of Chris from below and a couple of Vinny from various angles. 

You were doing everything Bryan had told you about earlier, but you were still quite nervous to get in the way, or to be seen too visibly on stage which definitely held you back. But when it got to a certain bit in slaughterhouse, you had to get some close ups of Justin and Vinny, who looked too good on stage. You caught yourself biting your lip a couple times as you watched him, looking away and focusing your attention on one of the other guys instead, and snapping a picture or two or twelve.

But as soon as it all began, it was over. They played their last song, one you haven’t heard before, but you fell in love with it. As you heard Chris thank the crowd, and tell them 'we are Motionless in White, and we are eternally yours' you felt goosebumps run up your arms. You took a few pictures of the crowd from the barricade, before getting back on the stage and taking some of Chris.

You’d noticed that for half of the show, you’d been too caught up in watching each of the guys that you only took a handful of pictures of them each.

You got off stage and headed backstage before the guys as they stayed to give out guitar picks and setlists to the crowd, maybe also a drumstick or two. However, as you went back into the green room you were met with a hyped up Bad Omens but an anxious Noah. 

“Is everything okay?” You asked, setting your camera down on the table and took out your ear plugs, watching as he bounced his leg up and down from his place on the couch.

“No,” he laughed, “We were having issues in soundcheck and I’m just worried it’s gonna fuck everything up tonight.” 

“Well Motionless sounded great-”

“Well of course you’d say that.”

“What do you mean?” You furrowed your eyebrows. 

“For one you're on stage with them, which will sound totally different to the crows, and you’re not listening out for any mistakes, anything that doesn’t sound the way it should.”

“Well-”

“Guys you’re on in 5!” One of the guys who worked at the venue called, to which Noah nodded his head. 

“Give it your best, okay? They fucking love you and they’re happy to just be here. Everything will be okay.” You tell Noah with a smile, watching as the Nick’s and Jolly begin to walk out, followed by Bryan.

Once everyone had gone, Noah kissed your cheek before walking out the door and slipping on his ski mask. 

“Awh! I didn’t know you guys were dating!” Angela beams, leaning forwards in her seat, making you jump out of your skin, “God, I’d do anything for a guy like Noah Sebastian-”

“We aren’t dating, actually...” You tell her, feeling yourself blush as you talk about it after he had just kissed you. “Look, I know we've only just met but right now I really need some advice, as a girl-”

“Honey, I’m all ears. What’s up?”

“Well, ever since I've met him I think I've kind of had feelings for Noah, but then last night I met-”

“Oh my pinky is fucked!” Vinny groaned, walking in with the guys, his makeup and body paint had worn off on stage and his hair looked messier than usual. “Y/n look!” 

“Ew! No!” You turned away as he laughed, he then attempted to show Angela who had a similar reaction. 

“What were you guys talking about? Looked pretty serious.” Ricky asks, running his fingers through his sweat drenched hair, he was also really pretty…

“Nothing to do with you.” Angela grinned, and he shrugged, walking off. “C’mon, I need to pee, the guys can’t follow us there.”

You followed her out, walking to the bathroom. Once you finally got there, you checked your hair in the mirror, realising it’s a mess after running around on stage, so you take it out of the ponytail and begin to redo it.

“Sorry about that,” Ang says, locking herself in a stall, “What were you saying, who did you meet? Tell me everything!”

You sighed before answering. 

“This is between us, right? You won’t go and tell the guys anything?” 

“Of course not!” 

“Well, it’s Vinny...” 

“Girl, I could’ve guessed that.” She laughed, coming to wash her hands. “Let me guess, he’s all flirty with you, makes you laugh and teases you, all that?”

“I know that’s just him but… I dunno, I never really feel like I’ve clicked with anyone the way I have with him, it doesn't feel like I only met him last night.”

“How long have you known Noah?” Angela asks, leaning against the counter

“Quite a while, but I haven't seen him in 3 years…”

“And you’re asking me for advice… Are you asking me who to choose or..?”

“I don’t really know, because you saw earlier when Noah kissed me on the cheek, the other day he called me ‘sweetheart’ and 'angel', but he can have such an attitude with me sometimes and we even had an argument yesterday. I just feel like he might not feel the same way. Vin just seems so much more chilled, things just feel more natural, I dunno. I really want to get to know him better first because he probably doesn’t even see me like that.” 

“Well,” she smiled, “If you and Noah aren’t actually together then what’s stopping you? I should maybe also mention that you’re Vin’s type, if that helps.” 

“Really?”

“I’ve known him quite a while now and you certainly fit his criteria,” she smirks, “I’d love to see him happy again.”

“Thanks, Ang.” You smiled, “But... I don’t know, what should I do?” 

“It’s pretty difficult whilst you’re touring because nobody ever gets five minutes alone, but try and maybe spend the afternoon with him on an off day. Vin’s a sweetheart, but you might spend a day with him and find him insufferable.” She laughed, “But don’t worry, I won't say a word of this to any of them.” 

“Thank you,” you say, “So are you with us for the entire tour?”

“Most days,” she says, leading you out of the bathroom and back to the green room, “I’m here all week but then I have to get back to New York for an event, but then I’ll join you again.” 

“I can’t wait,” you smiled, “I didn’t have time to tell you earlier but I think you’re so fucking cool. I see your cosplays and makeup looks all the time on instagram, you’re so talented it's crazy!” 

“Thank you! I need to check your account out, what's your name?” She asked, immediately opening instagram. 

“There you guys are!” Chris waved you over to join them as the two of you came back to the green room, “Where were you?” 

“We had to pee.” Angela said, sitting down on the couch, leaving a space in between her and Vin. 

"We thought you got lost, we were going to send Rick out to find you." Vinny laughed, and for some reason all of a sudden you felt shy around him.

You sat down when Angela patted the spot she strategically left for you next to Vin, and as you sat down, he carefully placed a hand on your knee, causing you to freeze.

“Get any hot pictures of me?” He smirked, and you noticed Ricky’s eyes on you both. 

“Maybe…” 

“Can I see?” 

“No, they need editing first! I’ll get that done tonight if I don’t fall asleep too quickly. But I can’t promise anything, I’m so tired.”

"Go back to the bus and have a nap," he smiled, "We won't be here too much longer."

“But it’s cold on the bus.” You complained, and he agreed.

You felt Vinny snake an arm around you, and pull you close so you rested your head on his shoulder. You caught Angela smirking at you from the corner of your eye, it would’ve gone noticed by the guys too if they weren’t watching a video Justin was showing them of a girl playing timebomb on the guitar, which seemed pretty impressive. 

You let yourself shut your eyes, and before you knew it, you were asleep. 

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@rumoured-whispers @collisionofyourkissmakesitsohard @lma1986 @thisbicc @dominuslunae @miss570 @miamore0570 @jilliemiw86 @itsyaboinoah

[population9973]

sweet dreams - luke danes

luke danes x fem!reader

summary: after a bad dream, luke helps calm you down

warnings: reader has a nightmare but that’s all

words count: 0.4k

“hello?” luke’s voice grumbled, deeper than usual since like any normal person would be at two am, he had been asleep.

“luke?” you said softly.

“that’s who you called - in the middle of the night i might add.”

“i’m so sorry, i just-“ you sighed, pulling the blankets tighter around yourself as you sat upright against the headboard of your bed. “i had … uh..”

“a bad dream?” he asked sincerely, and you felt stupid; like a child telling their parents they spilled something on the carpet or broke a vase.

“it’s stupid i’m sorry for bothering you,” you replied.

“no, it’s okay. do you..want to talk about it?” he asked, sounding a little unsure.

“okay,” you agreed. “all the doors in my house kept unlocking and i thought someone was trying to break in and normally i’m okay with living alone but i got really scared and i kept running back and forth and re-locking the doors but they kept opening-“ you rambled at the speed of light.

“whoa slow down. you thought someone was trying to break in?”

“yes - well in my dream,” you said. “i don’t know if anyone is trying to break in to my house in real life.”

“are your doors locked?” he asked, and you felt yourself getting scared again.

“i think so,” you answered nervously.

“do you want me to come down there and check the house for you?”

“you don’t have to do that luke,” you assured him.

“really, i don’t mind.”

“it’s okay, i’ll go check just- stay on the phone with me?”

“sure thing,” he said, and though you were still alone, you felt infinitely safer with him on the line with you. “take a weapon with you,” he suggested.

“i have a baseball bat.”

“good girl.”

you walked through the house quietly, and were relieved to find that both the front and back door were locked, and you relayed the message to luke.

“windows too?” he asked.

“windows too,” you confirmed, sitting down on the couch with a sigh of relief. “hey, i’m sorry for bothering you over nothing.”

“it wasn’t nothing. you were scared.”

“over nothing.”

“over the very real idea of someone breaking in. don’t worry about it,” he said, and you were pretty sure he was smiling by the sound of his voice.

“thank you, luke.”

“anytime. you heading back to bed now?” he asked, and you yawned, pulling a blanket over yourself.

“yeah, i think so. you?”

“yeah, me too. i’ll see you at the diner later?”

“of course. and thank you again. i owe you one,” you smiled sleepily.

“don’t mention it. sweet dreams.”

“goodnight luke,” you smiled, hanging up the phone and curling into a ball on the couch, where you quickly fell asleep.

[reina-writes]

LATE NIGHT CALLS. Pedro Pascal x reader [Hi, it's me -series, #1]

Summary: Pedro sends a reassuring voice message to you, showing that sometimes it's not about what you say but how you say it.

Characters: Pedro Pascal x reader Warnings: None really. Pedro being sweet, mention of reader having a bit rough day. A/N: This is a short fanfic, being part of my "Hi, it's me" -series with Pedro, collection of simple, short fanfics. This series with short fanfics is inspired after having a dream about Pedro leaving a comforting voice message. I wanted to explore more his character and improve my own writing. I usually don't write anything with a real person, but this time I made an expectation. Pedro is so sweet. I will ensure that the fanfic remains tasteful and respectful towards the real person. Part 2: MISSED CALL.

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It was late at night, and Pedro was sitting alone in his hotel room. He had just finished a long day of interviews and promotional events, and he was feeling exhausted. But despite his weariness, there was one thing on his mind that he couldn't ignore: you.

He missed you so much it hurt. You had been friends for a while now, and there was a mutual attraction, but you had never taken the next step into dating. Pedro respected your wishes and didn't want to push you into anything that you weren't ready for, but it was getting harder and harder to keep his feelings to himself.

As he lay in bed, scrolling through his phone to check what he had missed during the work, he saw you had sent him a voice message earlier. As Pedro listened to the voice message, he couldn't help but smile at the sound of your voice. He closed his eyes, picturing you.

"Hi Pedro, it’s me! How's everything going with your work? I hope you're doing great. I miss you and can't wait for you to be back home. Movie nights aren’t the same without you.”

You sounded cheerful, but he could tell there was an attempt to mask the weariness in your words.

“Uh… Life's been a bit tough lately, feeling like I'm being pulled in every direction. I really could use your shoulder to lean on and have a good cry. And after that, maybe a bottle of wine? Haha, sorry for venting, I'm just a little bit exhausted."

Your laughter was bittersweet, a mixture of genuine amusement and a hint of vulnerability. Pedro's heart ached at the thought of your struggling, wanting to be there to comfort you.

“Anyway, I know you’re busy. Just remember to rest whenever you have a chance, okay? Sending you hugs and kisses. I miss you. Bye!"

Pedro took a deep breath, composing himself before recording his response. He knew you would be already sleeping – or at least he hoped you would be sleeping because a goodnight sleep hopefully would make you feel better.

"Hey, it's me," he began, his voice soft and gentle. "I’m sorry for answering this late, I just got back to the hotel. I heard your message, and I want you to know that I'm thinking of you and that I'm here for you, baby.” He paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts. He wanted to say so much more, but he didn't want to risk scaring you off.

“I know things have been tough lately, but I want you to know that you're not alone. Whatever you're going through, we'll get through it together. You're strong and capable, and I believe in you”, his voice was filled with warmth and reassurance as he spoke softly into the phone.

“And about that shoulder to lean on and the bottle of wine, well… Consider it a date when I'm back. I'll be there to wipe away your tears and have a bottle of wine with you. And meantime... Remember that I'm just a phone call away.”

Pedro hoped that his words would bring you some comfort, even from a distance. In that moment, he vowed to himself that he would do everything he could to make you feel loved and cherished, no matter the circumstances. 

“I hope you're getting some rest tonight," he continued. "And if you ever need anything, anything at all, just let me know. I'm always here for you, no matter what."

With a sigh, Pedro hit send and put his phone away, feeling a mix of anticipation and nervousness. The weight of his unspoken feelings lingered in the air, leaving him to wonder about the future. As he lay in the darkness, thoughts of you consumed his mind. He couldn't help but wonder: would you ever know how much you really meant for him? Would he someday be able to tell you a truth and not just making small hints? The uncertainty tugged at his heart, but deep down, Pedro knew that taking a leap of faith might be worth it. But right now, Pedro wanted nothing more than to be there for you, to support you through the ups and downs of life. One day, he thought, one day. He closed his eyes, holding onto the hope that someday he would be able to express his true feelings. For now, he would cherish the connection you had.

[cheeeeseburger]

Dream girl Part 7

Next part

Sidney Crosby x Reader

Masterlist

A/N: What is this, another part on the same night, with a third one on the way? I'm on fireeeeee. Anyway, English is not my first language, enjoy!

Quickly, you and Sidney fell into a routine. He made you breakfast in the morning; you packed him snacks with a little note. The note was usually a joke, and it always made him smile.

At night, when he was not busy playing in another city, the two of you would cook dinner together. He knew you hate touching raw meat, so he cut the chicken while you seasoned the veggies. Sidney thinks his life was meant to look like that.

But he also noticed the way your eyes watered when you looked at your cellphone, or how you avoided attending his games in person. It didn’t take a genius to figure out who the texts were from and who you were not looking forward to see again.

So far, you had managed to hide to your boyfriend that you were living with Sidney. The rookie still thought you were living with your friend. The captain just wanted to scream it to the world, but you wouldn’t let him, afraid of creating drama, especially since the playoffs were soon approaching. The rookie still thought you were living with your friend, and you let him believe that.

Sidney’s feelings were as strong as ever, but he wasn’t sure about yours. He knew for a fact they were there because of your promise to him, but also because he noticed them in the heat charged gazes you sent him and the way your eyes would trail his mouth, his jaw, his chest.

For his sake and the sake of your relationship (which was nothing but your two names on a dotted line because of the condo), you two established nonofficial limits. Of course, there had been moments when those rules were nearly broken, but how could they not, when two consenting adults were crazy for the other and living under the same roof?

The Penguins had just won the game, and Sidney was on fucking fire. It felt good to win, but it felt even better knowing you would be waiting at home for him.

When he did come home, though, you were not waiting for him in the living room like you usually did. Instead, he heard vague noises coming from upstairs.

“Sweet? Are you okay?” He nearly ran upstairs and knocked on your door.

“Uh, yeah. Just a second, please!” After a minute or two, you opened the door, a slight flush on your cheeks. “Hey, Sid. Congrats on the game. You played so well. That second goal was phenomenal.” Okay, you were definitely blushing and avoiding looking at him.

Suddenly, he recognized those sounds. You had made similar ones back when you and the rookie were still living together in his basement. The noises, the light layer of sweat, the blushing, it all made sense: you were touching yourself, and hopefully, you were thinking about him while doing it.

“Thanks, sweet. Glad you saw it. I just wanted to check up on you. I’m going to let you finish now.” He said that last part with a wink. Busted. You turned crimson. He was grinning from ear to ear.

“Um, yeah. I’m going to do that. Goodnight!” You nearly shut the door in his face. He heard you say “oh my god” repeatedly under your breath. Sidney chuckled. He was secretly glad you closed the door so quickly because he wouldn’t have been able to hide his erection any longer.

He entered his own bedroom, not fully closing the door. His hand was immediately in his pants. Knowing that you were doing the same thing basically next door did it for him. None of you knew, but you finished at the same time.

Sidney avoided the rookie at all costs in the locker room without it being too obvious. It took all of his self-control to not punch the defenseman in the face when he talked shit about his girlfriend that refused to talk to him. In his mind, he had done nothing wrong. Fucking idiot.

One Tuesday, while he was brushing his teeth, you came into the bathroom and sat on the counter. It was clear it was a rough night for you. Your phone had been blowing up all night and he heard you curse your boyfriend’s name. Sidney just wished you would break up with him. He did not know why you refused to, even though you would clearly never get back with him ever again. You acted like you were taken anyway, never daring to cross a line with Sidney. It was not his place to comment, but it was starting to burden him. He wanted to understand, but the old posts on your social media of your perfect relationship were a constant reminder.

“I wish I could be your mistress.” He nearly spit out his toothpaste. “What?”

“Yeah. That way, I wouldn’t be cheating on anyone.” Honestly, that was a pretty cheap thing to say. It was selfish and you only said it out of misery.

“But I would have to cheat on someone, and I would never do that to anyone.” Maybe his tone was cold, because your eyes misted immediately.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that, Sid. I just meant that I want us to be together, but I can’t cheat on him either.”

“Then why don’t you break off with him?” The words came out harsher than he intended them to.

“I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know! It’s so stupid, but I can’t bring myself to, and he only wants to have me back. I know he’s awful to me, but he was my first love, and I always imagined we would get married someday, you know? I guess I’m waiting for a good reason, even though I have an endless list of reasons why!” Tears welled up in your eyes.

“Hey, hey, don’t cry, okay? I’m sorry for saying that. I guess I’m just impatient, and maybe a little bit hurt.”

“Oh Sidney, I’m so, so sorry. You have to hang on to my promise, because I will stay true to it. I never wanted to hurt you. It won’t be long, I swear. I want you, Sidney Crosby. Will you wait for me a while more?”

He sighed softly. “Of course I will, my love. I’ll always wait for you.”

To seal the deal, you softly pressed your lips on him. At first, he was too shocked to do anything, but Sidney quickly returned the gesture with a soft kiss. He shared the taste of the toothpaste with you. A few seconds or minutes later, you pulled away shyly.

“Goodnight, Sidney.” You jumped of the counter and Sidney watched you leave the room in awe, his feelings even more conflicted than before. At least, you had given him hope.

The next day, the note on his snack was a kiss. Like an actual kiss made with your lipstick. He pinned it proudly in his locker.

[laurenairay]

hi lauren! congrats on your milestone! may I request “shy kiss” with andrei svechnikov? 🥹🫶🏼

Shy Kiss – Andrei Svechnikov

Words: 606

Thank you for requesting this one for Svech, Tiff! I had a lot of fun writing it.

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“So this is me.”

You stopped walking, pausing out of your apartment door, smiling up at the guy in front of you. This was your third date with Andrei Svechnikov, and after an amazing dinner date, he’d insisting on walking you safely home, almost making you swoon at his gentlemanly nature. The two of you had walked hand in hand, Andrei looking bashful almost as he threaded your fingers together, and as you walked, the conversation continued to flow as it had all night.

But now you were home, and the night had to end, as much as you didn’t want it to.

“I had a really good night. Thank you for letting me take you out again,” Andrei said sweetly, shifting his hold on your hand so that your fingers were twisted now that you were facing each other.

“Thank you for asking me out again. I had a really good time too,” you replied, feeling heat dance across your cheeks.

It felt like some kind of dream, or an old romantic movie, the way he acted around you and the way he treated you like you were something precious. You’d never dated anyone like this, that was for sure.

“Maybe we can do this again, yes?” he suggested.

Like you would’ve said no.

“I’d like that,” you nodded, not needing to think about it in the slightest.

His small sweet smile spread into a wide happy grin, making butterflies erupt in your stomach. How can one guy be this cute?

Then his grin turned into something a little nervous, a little hopeful, and he took both of your hands in his and squeezed gently.

“Could I, maybe uh, could I kiss you?”

Your heart felt like it skipped a beat as his shy question rushed through you, but you didn’t hesitate in nodding, the relief spreading through his face. Did he really think you were going to say no? Why would you say no?

Andrei leaned down slowly, clearly giving you chance to stop him, until his nose bumped yours and he shot upright, a frantic blush racing across his face.

“That was not…I didn’t mean…I, um…”

He trailed off, groaning in embarrassment, and you couldn’t help but laugh at the situation. He was usually so smooth and charming – what was throwing him off now? Of all the things to be nervous about, you hadn’t thought that kissing you would be at the top of his list. But somehow it was endearing – this big strong guy who regularly threw his body around for his job was nervous about a goodnight kiss?

“Do you want to try again?” you asked, trying not to tease.

“I get a second chance?” he asked, astounded yet still hopeful.

You just nodded, trying not to seem too eager, and this time Andrei released one of your hand to cup your face, guiding himself to kiss you properly. This time, his lips lightly touched yours, and you found yourself inhaling sharply, leaning into his touch as he continued the shy embrace, keeping his kisses short and soft and sweet. Sweet, just like him. Eventually, just as your head started to spin, Andrei pulled away, eyes wide and cheeks flushed as he stood upright once more.

“Wow,” he said happily, still seemingly in a bit of a trance, making you giggle.

“Goodnight, Andrei. Call me when you get home?” you asked.

“I will. Goodnight solnyshko,” he said, smile shy all over again.

He squeezed your hand one last time before he dropped it and started walking away, leaving you to smile like a giddy schoolgirl as you opened your front door.