#and right now it feels like banging our heads against a wall

[bookwyrminspiration]

me, of my own free will, clocking into the kotlc tag every morning to see what we’re arguing about this time

[oh-snapperss]

creature comfort

“We won’t win today,” Cleo says, and Etho knows she’s right. Knows their time has been running out since the first secret was whispered to them in voices all too familiar, has known that this day was coming, has known that all this time, it’s not been a question of if–it’s been a question of when. 

They’re going to die today. Distantly, Etho wonders if the domesticity they’ve worked for will die with them, or if it will follow them back home. 

Will his home ever be a physical place again? Home is where the hearth is, where the warmth is, where the world is shut out and it’s just the three of them. 

Home is where Cleo is. 

“That’s alright,” Etho smiles instead of voicing all of that, wishing, of all things, that he didn’t still have that awful cough that Cleo had insisted he rest over for a few days. “We’ll be alright.” 

They’ll be dead–and what are the dead, if not alright? The dead don’t have coughs, or pain, or fear. They’re just dead. Etho thinks he might not mind it so much, this time. He’s finally learned to spend his time wisely, and he’s built a home no flaming arrow could ever take down. 

Just by the cow pen, there’s a stupid little porch Etho had built a while back. They’re nowhere near it now, but every night he and Cleo had watched the sunset, drank a final cup of tea, and turned in to sleep over gossip and giggles only they could draw from each other this time ‘round. Before, Bdubs had made him laugh like that–now, Etho wonders how long before there’s a sword at his throat. 

Even so, while Cleo laughs and watches him set Scar’s porch on fire, Etho hopes he might have the privilege of watching the sunset from the porch one last time. He’d survive the day, if only for another sunset with Cleo. 

BANG. 

Tango’s gone–Etho knows it in his heart. Surely he should feel an ache for him, should ask how he went. Instead, it’s easy to accept it. 

The wardens are fun. That’s all they are, now. Before, they had been terrors, then the answer to a desperate prayer he and Grian had made. The carnage of those terrifying beasts feel muted compared to before, but with the wind flying through his hair, the elated cries of Cleo in front of him, Etho can’t care. Not this time. They lead two clear to the middle of the server before they’ve decided to finish having their fun, and Cleo’s just stepping up some rocks when she says it. 

“You’re my favorite, you know that? You’ve always been my favorite.” 

He does know, he does know now. He’d guessed it that first sunset, when Cleo sat down with a giddy smile to recount their day. He’d thought it, when she’d wrapped a blanket around his shoulders after his failures and rested her head on his shoulder without a word. He’d lived it, when she had shouted that she would kill him if he tried to kill her–but was reassured otherwise that night on the porch again, with the curse ebbing from his bones. 

Today, he knows it in the blatant rebellion against what’s supposed to be the end, the dread, the fear. 

“You’re mine too.” Etho grins back, and knows that they’ll see his smile even through the mask–knows they’ve come to recognize it in his tone and way his eyebrows scrunch together. . 

They wind up in the sky base with Grian–Grian, who hasn’t quite reached the same conclusion they have. Etho knows by the shadows under his eyes he won’t give up, that he’ll fight clear to the end. Once upon a season, Etho had been the same. 

Not this time. Never this time. 

Around ten minutes to sunset, Etho and Cleo set down their dripstone and bows, and sit on the edge of the cobblestone wall. 

“I don’t think we’re gonna make it back to our base for it this time,” Etho jokes, nudging his shoulder into Cleo’s. Cleo laughs, a carefree thing, and wrinkles her nose. 

“I don’t think we’re gonna make it back for it any time, if we’re being honest.” She leans back, one hand half behind her to support her weight. 

“I know,” Etho says. He brings his leg up to his chest, wrapping his arms around it. Behind them, cobblestone is placed–Grian, ever the survivor. “It was nice, though.” 

“It was nice!” Cleo beams. “Are you alright with this?”

“Yeah, I think so,” Etho hums. “‘s not so bad. Dying with a friend.” 

“It won’t be,” Cleo agrees. 

Because that’s just it, isn’t it? Etho’s never died like this–he’s died at the flames of an arrow shot while protecting his king, he’s died in fights after his allies were killed. Hell, he’s died hand in hand with a soulmate hellbent on killing him now–but he’d been in a frenzy then, a rage-induced thing meant to burn up the place that had never been a true home to them. 

He thinks he won’t mind dying with someone. 

The sun sets in brilliant hues of orange and pink, and they sit together, this final tradition not lost in the face of inevitability. Just as the first star twinkles, Grian comes over, hoisting them back to their feet. 

“They’re coming,” he says. 

It’s time. 

They shoot a few arrows, break some dripstone, all to no avail–but that’s alright, he’s got Cleo, and they’ve got him. 

But oh, the games are never kind, are they? Etho slips, his foot landing weird somehow–and he’s whistling through the air towards the ground at a speed too fast. It knocks the breath from his lungs when he lands–does he hit the clutch? Stars, he doesn’t actually know, because there’s arrows shot at him, shouts of glee from the hunters, and suddenly Etho’s not Etho, he’s just prey–and prey only know to do one thing. 

Run. 

Etho flies forward, dragging his sword out. There’s not many safe spaces left on the server–stars, Grian had even mentioned their base was but a crater in the hill. 

But the porch… the porch was intact. Supposedly. 

He enderpearls, and enderpearls again, and it’s still not enough. The screams behind him are closer, and closer, and then further–and oh, Etho knows it’s time. He’s dead, he’s gone, he’ll be but a wisp of the wind in a few minutes whether he likes it or not. 

And he won’t die by Cleo. 

Cleo, Cleo, Cleo. Oh, he’d not meant it to be like this. He’d meant to die with a smile, right by her side–just as they were meant to die by his. This wasn’t the plan, this wasn’t the plan. A sob claws its way up his throat, the beginnings of the blind panic he’d never meant to feel tonight. He’s going to die, alone, without the comfort of his Cleo. 

Home. He wants to go home. 

Home is in the air, a hundred blocks above him. He’ll never make it–but he can make it back to the porch, the one place of peace. Now, he can feel the twinge of something broken in his ankles, probably from the fall–and the cuts, the bruises, the blood scent thick in his nose. He’s so tired. 

He wants to die at home, he wants to die at home. 

“Oh, he sounds like a wounded animal… let’s put him out of his misery.” A voice said. Cold fear grips Etho’s heart, and he stumbles forward–the porch is in sight!

Let him die at home. Let him die at home. 

A shadow fills his vision, and Etho’s not even had time to lift his shield before blinding pain fills his stomach, and it’s over. 

He’s not allowed that creature comfort of dying at home. 

[4ngels0uls]

Kiss cam - Chris sturniolo

Don’t like? Don’t read.

Summary: you go to Chris’s hockey game, you watch him go around, plus you’re sitting beside two random people. The kiss cam comes on while your sitting beside some random guy and Chris doesn’t like that..

Paring: fem!reader + angry!chris

Warnings: SMUT, use of y/n, cursing / swearing, shouting, yelling, p in v, oral, fingering, handjob, rough sex, stimulation mentioned, basically porn with a small ass plot💀

A/N: HELP I JUST HAD TO REDO THIS ALL

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Y/ns pov

“Hey ml.” Chris says while walking up to me. I turn around and see him. “Hey Chris.” I say. “You coming to my game tonight?” He asks me. “Yeah sure!” I reply. He smiles widely. “Alright I gtg to get ready for my game” he smiles as he walks away. That stupid fucking grin on his face makes me want to ride his face like crazy.

I start putting clothes on other than Chris’s shirt and my short ass shorts. I get on baggy jeans along with a tight “y2k” shirt I don’t match Chris’s style whatsoever. (Basically this)

he tells me he loves me either way, and I love him for him. His outfits drive me insane, I feel like I’m tingly inside when he wears this one outfit, he knows he does too. That’s exactly why he decided to wear it to his game.

End of y/ns pov

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Chris’s pov

I’ve decided to wear the outfit that makes y/ns excited, she knows I’m wearing it too. This is all fun in games till she wants me to pound into her. I know she’s already thinking it. You’ll barely see the outfit when I’m playing but who gives a shit. I’m getting ready since my game starts in 30 minutes.

End of Chris’s pov

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Y/ns pov

I’m watching Chris skate around the rink playing his game. I need him. he knows right after his game because of his slutty outfit. I stare up at the kiss cam as it goes all around beside brother and sisters, couples, friends, etc. till it comes to me and this random guy. I shake my head no. “Come on! Don’t be shy!” The random guy tells me. He leans in and Chris sees and skates towards me and this guy.

He slid to where you were and banged on the plastic protector window, “Don’t fucking touch what’s mine.” Chris yells with dominance. the guy backs away from me and looks away from me looking a total different way. I stare at Chris with shock and he winks and skates away.

a hour later

Matt drives us all home. me, Chris, nick, and Matt himself. The only noise that’s happening is the low music from the radio. “Soo uh Chris…” nick speaks up from the back. “what.” He says with anger in his voice. “never mind..” nick says. Chris grunts. We get back to the house and I get out of the car along with everybody else.

Me and Chris go back to Chris’s room. He closes the door behind him and locks it, now staring at me like he’s going to ruin my insides. He grabs my waist and pulls me towards him, smashing his lips into mine. I kiss back almost immediately. He rips my shirt off. “Chris!” I yell and pull back from the kiss “whattt?” He acts clueless. “This was a good shirt” “I’ll buy you more.” He smash’s our lips back together. He takes his shirt off and pulls his sweatpants down.

He pulls my jeans down. He pulls back, staring at my black lace set. “Cute.” He says softly. He kisses me again, unclipping my bra as he does.

The bra slides off me. He goes down and kisses my nipples. He picks me up and brings me over to his bed.He slides my underwear down and slowly rubs my clit in a circular motion. I moan softly as he does. He slides his two fingers in me as he rubs my clit with his thumb. “F-fuck..” I groan.

He pushes his fingers in and out of me as fast as possible, he hooks his mouth up to my clit and sucks along with flicking his tongue against my clit. I grab his locks and wrap them around my fingers. “Fuck Chris…” I moan. He groans at the sound of me moaning his name sending waves of pleasure through out my body.

He pumps his fingers in and out of me, feeling my spongey walls around his fingers. I grind my hips into his face. “Chris!” I scream a bit as I release all on his face. He pulls his fingers out of me and licks them. “You taste so good y/n.” He smiles softly as he licks his fingers clean. He stands up and I get on my knees infront of him. I pull his boxers down as dick springs out slapping his stomach.

I look up at him and smile. I stroke his dick a couple times then I put him in my mouth.My bob my head on his length. He pushes my head more down making my nose touch his pelvis along with making me gag. He grabs a fist full of my hair making a homemade elastic. He throws his head back a groans “y/n..” he whimpers.

I bob my head a few more times making him whimper and groan. He’s a total whimpering mess at this point. “Cumming!” He yells out. I feel his dick twitch in my mouth and his load fills my throat in white.

I swallow the load he just shot in the back of my throat. I get up off my knees making me a bit wobbly. He bends me over on the bed and teases my core by sliding his pre cum around on my clit. “P-please don’t tease” i whimper. He slides himself in slowly.

I let a long moan out. He starts thrusting slowly to let me adjust. “F-faster” I stutter. He starts filling me up more and more, pounding into me. He finds my g spot “fuck! Chris!” I moan but scream. He chuckles “D-definitely found I-it.” His brothers definitely can hear us now.“Sh-shitt!” I scream.

He groans and throws his head up again “fuck y/n you’re so tight.” He groans. I clench my walls around his dick, milking him at this point. “Fuck!” He yells. “Fuckkk Chris!” I moan. I start to feel myself get more and more sensitive. I’m practically getting overstimulated by now.

He burys his cock deep inside me making me moan as he hits me g spot like crazy, practically abusing my pussy. “Fuck.. “ he groans. I moan from his balls hitting my clit each time he thrusts. I bite my lip trying to keep quiet so his brothers don’t hear everything little thing we’re doing.

His hips slap against mine making a slapping noise. His thrusts grow slower and slower imitating he’s close. He smashes into me as I feel him twitch inside me and paint my walls white. “Fuck!” I moan as I release all over his warm cock. He chuckles “dirty slut.” He whispers. “Are you okay?” He asks to make sure. “Mhm.” I hum tiredly.I try to stand up but all I do is wobble. He chuckles at me again. “Need help?” He teases. “Very.” I say back.

He grabs my waist and picks me up and sets me down on the toilet “take a piss.” He says as he fills the bath tub with warm water. I start peeing and I wipe and he helps me up and places me in the bath.

After a bit of bathing Chris helps me out and helps me get dressed and he gives me a piggyback and we walk out of his room and see his brothers on the couch. Nick and Matt shoot us a disgusted look. “Fucking gross!” Nick yells. Chris just chuckles at him and I stare with embarrassment.

“Nasty.” Matt says in a normal tone. He only says it with a normal tone because he wants to be in Chris’s position.

…..

Ooo😻

I have no idea if I’m a Chris or Matt girl😭

[iamjellyfish]

✦ Fragments of Her Existence ✦

✦ A/n: uh, angst, angst that is based on Madoka Magica. Yeh. Anyways, tumble, pls don't do me dirty and actually show everyone my posts!

✦Summary: In a losing battle with the Kaiju, to save Hoshina, you sacrifice yourself and vanish from the world. Nobody, nothing other than Hoshina, remembers you, and clings to the last piece of memories about you. 

✦Warning: angst, probably OOC, the reason you vanish is still a mystery, hurt, no comfort, hahaha. Anyway, you did off yourself to protect Soshiro:3

✦Wordcount: 3116

Bang... Bang... Bang... 

Soshiro found himself lying in a puddle of blood, from a fatal injury he got a few minutes ago while fighting the daikaiju. A lot of his bone was broken, his vision was blurry, and all he could hear now was gunshots from you, he couldn’t even feel pain right now, the agony from the situation overridden it. 

Supposedly, there was no data, no detection of a daikaiju; they were completely taken by surprise when the daikaiju suddenly appeared out of nowhere and started attacking. Worse of all, the signals were affected by the monster, and he can only whisper helplessly into the comm while you are still fighting. 

Bang. Bang. Bang. 

You quickly patch him up just enough for blood to not spill out more and head straight back into battle. The smell of iron and the heavy atmosphere on the battlefield did affect your will to fight. It's like a losing battle, and you are just hopelessly trying to drag things out with little hope that someone will come. 

It was dark, it was cold, it was miserable. Purely miserable.

It's like all your attacks bear no damage to the daikaiju, and you were a platoon leader. It's like you, an ant, struggling against a stronger, more powerful being that you barely hold yourself together to fight. 

Soshiro knows this, knows that you might not be able to hold much longer; he has been praying, begging for someone... Just someone on the other side of the comm to be able to call for help. But he only heard the glitches of the comm, yet he was still trying even if his brain was telling him that there was no hope. 

Bam. 

You got kicked into the nearby wall again; this time, you could hear your bone cracking. Your suit soon overheats, your face is bloodied, and all you can taste is the bitterness and iron of blood. Yet you still keep standing up, simply because Soshiro can't no longer fight and you were their last hope. 

"Soshiro... I'm sorry I might not make it, I'm sorry I might have to break our promises. I wanted to live in a normal world with you. To be able to wear a wedding dress and stand you, exchanging vows...! "

You said as you walked toward the daikaiju, a grenade in your hand, the other hand clicking the gun only to see there is no ammo left. Your voice weakly rings, your throat hurts, and your eyes fill with tears. You were crying; you cried because you knew you might never get to marry Soshiro, your fiancé. 

As you said, Soshiro tried his best to look at you through blood and tears. He held his hand out, signaling for you to don't do it. Soshiro used all his might to yell out for you, but all that came out from his bloodied throat were weak sounds calling for you. Yet it's not enough for you to give up. 

"But I have to continue to fight! Because you're behind me, I wanted you to live because you love blades right? You still have dreams to chase, and I only have you as my will to live. So then, Soshiro, please live happily. For I can't imagine myself living in a world where you can't continue chasing your dreams."

You smile as you hold the daikaiju down with all your strength left and pull the safety pin. As light overflows and starts to devour you with its destruction, you smile at him, at Soshiro. Then everything went blur; he didn't know how long he had been in a coma but he knew it was long enough for everyone to worry. 

"Huh... What happened? How long did I-"

Soshiro said as he looked around, the white wall, the white sheet, the bandages,... Yep, he is in the hospital. Soshiro starts regaining his vision, his eyes no longer get blocked by blood, and his throat no longer tastes bitter. When he wakes up, the rookie from the third division starts swarming him with tears in their eyes and worries in their voices. 

"Vice-captain...! We thought you were going to die! The daikaiju sudden attack- and the comm was cut off...! -"

"Where is y/n? Is she okay?"

He suddenly spoke as he looked at his broken arm and bruises on his fingers. Something inside his heart felt a strange unease. He looked around to find the sight of you, to find your lovely eyes and sweet voice, but you were nowhere to be found; all there was in this hospital room was coldness. The rookie looks at him, confused; they whisper to each other about this 'y/n' he is talking about, but none of them recognizes the name. In fact, per investigation, Soshiro is the only one there at the scene. Then, in the crowd, Kafka finally spoke up with worry in his voice. 

"Who is y/n? Is there someone else with you back then? When they found you, you were alone with no sign of daikaiju or even another human being." 

Soshiro's eyes widened as he heard Kafka's voice. How could they forget you? You were their idol! You were the one who begged for their punishment to be lessened at times; you were their beloved platoon leader! You were a sweet angel who would be caring and helpful when they needed you. How could they forget you? To the point, where no one can recognize the name? This is strange. 

Soshiro wants to yell at them, give them push-ups and laps to run, so that you may jump out with flowers and tell them to chill out, kiss him, and ask for forgiveness from the rookies. But when Soshiro looks at them with angry eyes and harshness in his voice, he further confuses everyone.

"Really? Is this some kind of prank? Y/n is your beloved platoon leader! First of all, pranking your superior is an act deserving of harsh punishment. Second of all, Y/n's heart would break if she knew this is how you are treating her!"

Soshiro said as he reached out for his phone, looking for your picture so that he could show the rookies your beautiful face, cute smile, and lovely eyes. Yet, when he put in his password, your image was nowhere to be found, and Soshiro swore he was the type to take pictures of you every moment he could. But there was nothing. 

He starts to think that someone has sneaked in to erase those images from him but it isn’t possible considering the fact that he has a rather difficult passcode to remember and the only other person that knows his passcode is you, the love of his life. Are you joining them in this prank too? If so you better recover his beloved pictures of you, because he cherishes every single image he has of you. So when he was about to lash out again because everyone was silent, just pure silent with awkwardness on their face, dumbfounded. Mina finally goes into the room with a bag of oranges and a phone on the other hand.

“Chill out Hoshina. Shinomiya texted me what happened, who is this y/n that making you yell at the rookies for?”

Soshiro finally sigh and mumble a little “sorry” to them. Then he looks into their eyes and starts to revise what happened that night, the despair night, the night he has to look at you sacrificing yourself for his sake. He hopes that his story will somehow shake out their memories and finally tell him your whereabouts. So with sadness coated in every word of his, he finally tells them the story.

“Y/n is my fiancé, the love of my life. That night, we were together, since the mission ended early, we thought we should sneak somewhere nearby and kiss. But then, out of nowhere, our comm glitches and we can’t contact the operation team. Turn out, a powerful daikaiju appeared and we were fighting a losing battle. She was fighting hopelessly while I was injured and trying to fix the comm, then she decided to use a grenade and sacrifice her life so that I could live.”

The sob story makes everyone once again fall silent, yet Kafka with no filter as he is deciding to whisper to Shinomiya. “Huh, didn’t know the vice-captain has a fiancé.” “Shut up, this is not the right time to question that!” Shinomiya punches his arm quietly. But Soshiro still hears that, which is more strange, since he was openly talking about his relationship to everyone yet somehow Kafka didn’t know. But then he looks back at Mina and her expression tells him that nobody knows, which makes everything even more strange. She looks at him with grief and hands him an orange while talking.

“Sorry to hear that about your fiancé. But… we couldn’t find her body, she might have burned to ashes. The stranger thing is, I never recall us having a platoon leader named ‘y/n’, and this is not a joint operation so either she has to sneak in or she never existed from the start.”

Her words sting, it’s like a knife that stabbed through his heart and doubts were the blood that bleed out. No way this is real, you were never real? Don’t play a cruel joke on him! He was there with you the whole night, he watched you falling, hurting, and still picking yourself up to fight. This is a very cruel, sick nightmare that makes him think this is an illusion from the daikaiju to make him despair and kill him. If so, it successfully makes him fall into a spiral of despair, yearning for your told, for a validation that you do exist. His hand holds onto the orange tight and crushes it, then he looks back to everyone with a soft smile.

“I’m sorry, I need time alone. Can everyone leave?”

Even if some of the rookies didn’t want to leave, Mina’s cold stare was enough for them to change their minds. Before Mina leaves, she silently looks at Soshiro as he looks through his phone, wanting to find even the smallest trace of you. She was worried but she couldn’t press him for more information when he had just woken up from a coma.

Soshiro on the other hand, texted you and begged you to reply. His fear is creeping on him, a cold feeling tracing down his spine as he texts your account not realizing the line “this user does not exist”. Soshiro could feel his heart wrenching, his eyes were hazy looking at the ‘sent’ line, waiting for it to change into ‘seen’. He’d rather die by your side than live without you, is this some cruel punishment that you gave him? Now he starts to think that to be dead holding your hand is a more heavenly option than to live knowing he the last person remembers you exist. Why did you have to sacrifice yourself? Wouldn’t dying together be better? He would rather have that ending to his life. He wouldn’t mind holding you close as the inevitable death consumes you both, even if you both turn into kaiju, he would be fine to be killed with you.

Sometimes when Soshiro thinks about it, he wants to bury you in the same coffin as you, he wants to be able to hold you, to cuddle you, to give you kisses even in his death, he will hold you so tight that no one could separate you from him. Yet now, even your existence is considered fiction, a mere illusion that was created when he is near death. He couldn’t hold you, couldn’t pamper you with love, couldn’t even prove that you exist. Soshiro wonder if you traded your existence for him to be alive, for him to chase his dreams because if that was so, he wanted a refund.

But then again, he was afraid at the thought the whole thing, the whole relationship, you were merely imagination. So Soshiro takes out a pen and a notebook, writing every loving memory of you and him, he writes everything about you, he writes as if there is no tomorrow. Because he is afraid of slipping you away.

“Summer afternoon, she let me lay on her lap as I told her about my day. Her eyes were so lovely as she listened to me, the golden light of the sun reflecting on her skin made her so dreamy. I remember she likes chilling in weather like this, it makes her sleepy.”

He recalls as he writes, he thinks about drawing you, then his hand moving unconsciously. That might do it, a drawing that fairly resembles you, he could show Ashiro this and hope that she could help him find you. He writes out your hobbies, your favorite tea that he doesn’t understand about what’s so special about a tea that is purple with lemon, now think of it, if you were to return, he would buy you that tea every day. He also writes out which food you like and how you dislike certain types of food, he makes sure everything about you is written in great detail. Before Soshiro realizes it, in one night, he already fills all the paper in that 200-page notebook with details, drawings, and other stuff of you. Even every single interaction with you is written.

Then, he is afraid that he will forget your voice since voice is the first thing you will forget about someone. Soshiro spent the rest of his night recalling your voice, playing it like it’s a Spotify playlist to him, repeating again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and…

Drifting off to sleep with your voice still ringing in his mind, he feels like sleeping that night was so peaceful, a harmony created from your voice and sweet memories of you. Soshiro recalls that night when you vanished again, if what you want is a peaceful world where you can be a normal girl who wears a wedding dress and stands at the altar, then he will fight for a world with that ideal. He finds himself deciding that he will cherish your existence, your love with him will be buried in his heart even if it is painful to hold, Soshiro would cling to it with all his might because that’s the last thing you gave to him. The memories of your existence.

After recovering and getting discharged from the hospital, no matter how much the rookie press or Ashiro asked about you, he would brush it off to be ‘his late lover whom he will meet again in the afterlife’. To be truth, he was silently hoping that death would come his way quicker, he couldn’t bear living without you Soshiro might never date again with the reason ‘Y/n will be mad at me for looking at another girl’. Now, his coping mechanism is his blades which he will swing with all his might, you disappear for him to continue using blades so he will use them more, and train with them more.

And also because when he train using his blade, he could feel your ghost cheering him on “Keep on the good work Soshiro” and he will nod smiling. And if he overworks himself, he could see the shadow of you pouting and rambling about how it’s unhealthy to be exhausting himself too much just for training. Soshiro spent his days fighting with you on his mind, the love you give him in his heart and his blade-wielding your wishes. The image of a girl whom he loves, you whom he misses is what keeps him fighting, even if the world forgets you, Soshiro would still keep you alive in his mind, his world, his reality.

But there are also times when his heart aches at the thought of not being with you, it yearns for your touches, your warmth again but you are nowhere to be found, where his tears turn into a river of hopelessness waiting for somehow, the world would prove to him you exist, to show him the path to once again get to sit next to you, to hold you and kiss you on the lips. Sometimes Soshiro comes home, calling out to you, yet there is no response, he touches the blanket and reminds himself of the sight of you sleeping peacefully.

They could call this delusional but to Soshiro, this is a bitter dream that was paid with your existence. And one day, Soshiro himself would drift into the land of death, where you would once again put his head on your lap, whispering sweet words “You did good, Soshiro”, welcoming him to stay by your side for eternity. But for now, Soshiro will fight for the ideal world of yours, he will swing his blades because you trade your everything for his happiness.

You were his savior, the love of his life, the princess who held his heart hostage, and his soon-to-be wife.

“You know Hoshina, even if everything that you write is true, and that drawing was ‘y/n’. There is still no way of proving her existence, even if you write those great details… those events never happened or were altered. But I admit, she is beautiful.”

Mina said as she stood with Soshiro on the rooftop after another mission watching while the Monster Sweeper company cleaned up the dead body of Kaiju. Soshiro simply hums in agreement, after all, you are really beautiful. Soshiro lies through his teeth while smiling then waving off as he walks home.

“It’s fine, even if I’m the only one that remembers her, that means she entrusts me. One day I will return by her side and we will watch the sunset together.”

Even if it’s not fine by Soshiro, even your silent sacrifice was something Soshiro wanted to share, he will wait patiently for the day you come and hold him again as he and you drift off to the other side where there are only the two of you. He loves you and by asking you to be his fiancé, he has decided that his fate, his heart, and his soul will forever belong to you even if you no longer exist in this world.

Thank you for reading:D

[ramspatula]

Georgie Cooper x Reader| Jealousy

I really love these…

Georgie was the frustrating kind to date. He always flirted with other girls but hates for another guy to even come close to me. It was hard. He didn't understand why it was upsetting to me that he flirted with other girls but could get heavily upset when I even showed another guy a smidge of attention. Georgie Cooper didn't understand what a double standard was, but he could be used as one. He can flirt with other girls but I can't flirt with other guys. He keeps saying it's different. How is it different?!

Y/n: How is it weird?

Georgie: It just is!

Y/n: That Rob invited me over to his house to work on our project?

Georgie: You don't know what he's gonna try on you.

Y/n: Try on me? And how am I supposed to react to you going round Jessica's house for your two's project?

Georgie: That's different. She's not a guy and I'm happily taken.

Y/n: Rob has a girlfriend and she's okay with it. I even spoke to her myself!

Georgie: I heard they've been having problems and you're a very pretty girl, he might make a move on you instead.

Y/n: And she's not pretty?

Georgie: Not as pretty as you- don't roll your eyes. I'm complimenting you!

Y/n: It's not a compliment if you degrade another girl while doing it.

Georgie: "Degrade"? We're using big words now?

Y/n: You're putting her down to make me look good.

Georgie: And? Her boyfriend trying it on with another girl!

Y/n: Rob is not trying it on with me! What? Is Jessica trying it on with you?!

Georgie: Don't think so. Even if it wouldn't matter because I would choose you over her any day.

Y/n: So why does it matter with Rob? You know I would never do something like that to you.

Georgie: A guy can push a girl off easier than a girl can push a guy off.

Y/n: That's not always true.

Georgie: Most of the time.

Y/n: Georgie please!

Georgie: No! I won't let it happen. I won't leave you alone with him.

Y/n: Then join us!

Georgie: Fine.

I don't get the double standard! I'm trying my hardest and I just don't get it! Throughout our relationship we've had bumps that always involves other girls and Georgie's dim brain. He never understood what he did wrong and sometimes I needed time away from him.

George: What's wrong with you?

Georgie: Y/n yelled and threw her bag at me.

George: Why?

Georgie: Apparently I was flirting with this girl and being 'inconsiderate'. I don't even know what that means.

George: It means you're not thinking of her feelings and how treating another girl the way you treat her is out of line.

Georgie: Really but I only want her. She's my girlfriend.

George: Treat her like it then!

Georgie: Okay! I will, don't yell at me.

Georgie: Seems it's the only way to get it inside that head of yours.

I went to Connie with almost everything. I didn't see my mother often and we weren't that close because of it. Connie seemed to be the only one who listened.

Connie: What's wrong with you?

Y/n: What's wrong with your grandson?

Connie: Where do you want to start? The fact he used to bang his head against the wall when he needed an idea?

Y/n: That's a good start but I was thinking about his stupidity and tendency to flirt with other girls.

Connie: Right in there, okay.

Y/n: He called me dramatic.

Connie: When was this?

Y/n: About 10 minutes ago when I threw my bag into his face.

Connie: Did he get hurt?

Y/n: Don't think so.

Connie: Shame. Should've broke his nose, could've taught him.

Y/n: I've been thinking about it.

Connie: So what was her name?

Y/n: Jessica. His project partner who has a very obvious crush on him. I mean so obvious that her friend told me to "watch out" and Georgie is just feeding into it.

Connie: Does he know that?

Y/n: Can't remember if I told him before or after I threw my bag at him.

Connie: He deserved it. Don't feel bad.

Y/n: Is it bad that I do?

Connie: Sort of. That's why you keep forgiving him.

Y/n: Maybe but that's because he keeps-

Georgie: Y/n I know you're in there! Please! I wanna apologise and I got you something!

Y/n: -doing shit like that.

Connie: Go talk to him. I don't wanna keep hearing his whining on my porch.

He always had this soppy way of apologising.

Georgie: I am very sorry for my actions and it was wrong of me to ever speak to Jessica the way I speak to you. I only want to be with you and I love you more than anyone or anything! I even got you these flowers because you said you were sad that you never got them growing up which shows that I do listen to you and care about what you say! And I-

Y/n: Georgie, enough. I forgive you. I just want you to stop with the excessive flirting especially with girls that have a thing for you, it's not fair for them.

Georgie: She had a thing for me? I didn't know that.

Y/n: I told you that.

Georgie: When?

Y/n: During the argument.

Georgie: You see I was trying to dodge this bag that was being hurled at me and then I was busy getting hit by said bag so really it's the bag's fault I didn't know.

Y/n: Whatever, blame the bag.

Georgie: Can I give you some attention now please?

Y/n: Yes, just get off your Meemaw's porch before she throws her bag at you too.

Georgie kept apologising in this way until present day. Even with us now in our forties and 4 kids, a successful tire business and big house. George Cooper Jr still apologised in the same way after every argument. On his knees with some gift or his pride in his hands and I still accepted because he never had any bad intentions towards me and he'd do anything to fix his or my problems.

George(Jr): You are my gorgeous wife and I made a promise to never hurt you in anyway and I've made you upset which is unacceptable. I realise my mistake and I want you to know that I will do anything to fix this just tell me how to fix it. I promise I will try harder with the twins-

Y/n: George...

George: Yes?

Y/n: Just don't lie to the twins again. I won't take the blame for you messing up their lunch again. You know Liam hates jam sandwiches.

George: He's such a picky eater, I can't keep up with all of it!

Y/n: George...

George: Right! No excuses. I'm sorry my beautiful wife, I won't do it again. I love you very much.

Y/n: Good. Now get off your knees I know they're killing, old man.

George: Thank you so much, they were about to give out.

Please tell me you guys like these…

[mattsturnswife]

𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐈𝐍 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓!

"matt babe" i say turning to look at my boyfriend as he picks up my suitcase . he turns to face me with a toothy grin, i proudly smile back at him before interrupting our moment. "we gotta check out of the hotel now, come on lets go to the elevator." I grab matts free hand and switch my purse to the other hand.

as the two of us walk down the hallway and into the elevator i feel matt grip my hand tighter. once we step inside theres a loud crack, but we have no choice to ignore it since the stairs werent an option. i quickly press the button. "its okay baby were gonna be okay" i kiss his shoulder trying to comfort him. "i know i just hate these stupid elevators." he says softly looking down at me. "its okay this ones gonna be safe." i tip toe and ruffle his hair, he gives me an annoyed look in response.

"only a few floors left" i say looking back to matt. "thank god, this has to be one of the slowest elevators ive ever been on." i laugh at his reluctancy to like the elevator and just grab his hand in response.

suddenly at floor 4 the elevator stops, i smile and move a little to the side assuming someone was about to step in. after about thirty seconds the door never opens. "uhh what the fuck" i say confused. "y'n." matt calls for my attention, "i think the elevators stuck.." i say reaching my hand out for matts shoulder. "y/n what do we do-" matt says panickedly.

"hey hey its gonna be okay." i quickly start to comfort him. "but" he starts to drop my bags and picks at his nails. "matt hey its gonna be okay." i grab his hand and let him play with my rings as i use my other finger to press the big red button reading 'EMERGENCY'

"im gonna facetime nick to help calm you down okay? there should be people coming" i feel his fidgeting with my hand pick up the pace. "okay thank you i love you." i hug him briefly before picking up my phone and calling nick, but he doesnt pick up. "fuck its okay matt" i say trying to make the situation better. i kiss his temples and lean into his body as he plays with my hair.

after a few minutes of just holding eachother silently breathing we feel the elevator stark to shake lightly and matt grips me tighter. "woah its okay! i bet that means they are trying to open it." i say kissing his jaw from above me. suddenly the elevator shakes alot and matt's breathing starts to pick up. "matty its gonna be totally fine" i pray briefly in hopes that i was right.

"HELLO?" i hear a mans voice yell from the other side of the elevator. "hello?!" matt yells back sounding a little timid. "yay matt someones here!" "hello! can you open the door?" i shout back to the man outside. "yes ma'am give us about 30 minutes can you hold off till then?" he asks while the elevator starks shaking a bit more. "Yes thank you!!" i shout back and grab matts hand and drag us both to the floor.

"just thirty minutes thats not that bad?" i ask matt looking into his eyes. "yeah i guess" he rests his head against the wall with a bang "isnt there a gym here?" i ask trying to cheer the pouty boy up. "oh my god your so right there is, matt says pulling out his phone to play pokemon go. "lets fight it together yeah?" i ask while copying matts actions. "sure babe" he gives me a toothy grin and kisses my cheek while we both wait out the current situation.

© mattsturnswife - reblogs are always appreciated

p.s

ve had this in my drafts for a month and ive never been stuck in an elevator so idk how accurate this is also i got a lil lazy at the end oops! - cora

[soobnny]

meet odd — han jisung.

trope. acquaintances to lovers. college au. u live in the same apartment floor. fluff.

synopsis. you get to know han jisung under strange circumstances or alternatively “we live in the same floor and the room between ours always has really loud sex so now we’re both in the main lounge at 2am… do you want this last bit of ice cream?”

word count. 2.3k

warnings. mentions of sex (from the apartment neighbor), cursing

note. hello hello! another skz fic hihi send an ask if u wanna be added to my skz perma taglist :’) i hope u enjoy this silly little story

part 2

There are a lot of things you love about your apartment – the free water and electricity bill, how it's walking distance from your school, the really cold study lounge, and the cat that frequents your small balcony.

For its price, you really couldn’t ask for anything more. The cheap monthly pay goes perfectly with your very strict budget as a broke college student. So, truly, you couldn’t ask for anything more.

Actually, maybe you could.

Within all the great qualities your apartment has to offer, there lies one really, really big setback. The apartment right next to yours and your painfully thin walls. The amount of times it has fucked you up in the head after a long day of classes and exams are immeasurable.

Cue the soft banging of your head against your wall and the pillow around your ears to block out the noises, serene smiling as you greet her the next day as you walk out of the apartment together to head to your early morning classes.

The months before she moved, your apartment had been the safest haven to retreat to – where you could stare at the ceiling after a long day, finish your school work quietly before getting comfortable in your bed, and rewatch a show you’d seen a million times before sleeping to prepare for another battle in your university.

Now, your armor is faltering, and the number of hours of your sleep is decreasing gradually fast. Each night was just repetitive banging of her bed’s headboard against the wall between your apartment rooms and obnoxious moans.

You honestly wouldn’t have minded if they weren’t so fucking loud about it.

And if they didn’t go at it until the crack of dawn.

You hate to be told to be grateful. There’s a clear border for when you’re valid to feel frustration over your situation – when you’re allowed to be ungrateful for the downcast of your neighbor in your life.

Because of your predicament, you’ve found multiple alternatives to aid you in overcoming this temporary challenge. There’s a pair of noise canceling headphones on your nightstand that you begrudgingly used your savings up on to purchase, and you’d been a constant visitor in Seungmin’s dorms.

However, you can only go for so long before you start displaying lower back pains from Seungmin’s old and fucked up couch. His roommate, Jeongin, doesn’t help much either when he enjoys talking your ears off as he does anything but study for his classes.

This is what your new living situation is like. You live off Seungmin’s dying couch and the random stabs of pain on your lower back, your apartment neighbor having the time of her life, and the newly formed bags under your eyes.

You’ve definitely thought about marching up to her room and talking to her about it. But what the hell were you supposed to say? It isn’t exactly the easiest thing to confront people about their sex life.

That’s how you find yourself retreating from your apartment at the ass crack of dawn to sit at the main lounge for a bit, defeated with slumped shoulders and heavy eyes.

They can’t go on for much longer, right? You just had to wait at the main lounge for a few more minutes and you could go back to the comfort of your own bed.

“Good morning.” There’s laughter in the voice of the only other person lounging on the couches of your lobby, legs crossed with a tub of ice cream in his hands.

You recognize him as Han Jisung – the other apartment situated right next to your sex addict neighbor. You’ve only really seen him a few times, in the elevator, leaving for the gym as you come back from school, and you’ve only really shared a brief exchange of hi’s and hello’s. Seeing him in a hoodie and sweatpants with glasses on has your stomach doing a summersault.

He is so painfully handsome, jumping straight out of his hot-boy-with-humor trope.

As soon as your eyes meet, the two of you laugh so loudly and so hysterically. You just know. You know why he’s here at 2am with his tub of ice cream. He’s at the main lounge for the exact same reason you are, and something about that feels so humanizing and funny to you.

There’s a shared understanding in your crinkled eyes and cracked smiles and heavy panting from laughing too hard at your predicament. You don’t care that you look crazy with your messy hair from tossing and turning from your bed all night. Nothing looks or sounds crazy to Jisung.

He’s scooting over the couch to leave the space next to him for you, his hand dropping down to pat the spot so you can sit right next to him.

You’re quick to walk over and sit next to him, and he gives you a smile, fingers drumming over the arm of the sofa with his thigh pressed up against yours slightly that makes your heart beat erratically.

“Want some?” His round boba eyes look at yours as he nudges the tub of ice cream in front of you, twisting his body so he can face you better.

The scent of his cologne is holding you ransom.

None of this feels real, but you swear you can’t be making this shit up. You can’t be making up pretty Han Jisung with his slightly long and a bit disheveled hair and his puffed out cheeks as he chews on his ice cream.

Staring down at his offer, you go over your choices. Although, when someone offers up free ice cream at 2am when you need comfort the most, you don’t think there’s really a need to go over your invisible choices. There’s an obvious answer – the one you take as you grab a spoonful of his ice cream and stuff it in your mouth.

You close your eyes at the cold sensation, a smile creeping up on your face instantly. You’re the happiest you’ve been today already, in this moment, eating ice cream with the boy with worn out converse and the sweetest laugh.

“How have you been coping?”

Jisung knows exactly what you’re talking about, and he finds it hilarious how you’re labeling his response to your shared neighbor as ‘coping mechanisms’. His lips twitch up as he rolls his head back to rest on the cushions.

“You can only go so far with noise canceling headphones.”

“I know right!” Your face lights up as you take another spoonful of ice cream, nodding your head in agreement.

“I tried staying with a friend for a bit, but I’m tired of living off protein shakes and cuddling on the same bed. A double sized bed cannot fit me and Changbin.” He shivers as he recounts his experiences with the boy.

“Changbin as in Seo Changbin from the Music and Performing Arts department?”

“Yeah! Binnie! How do you know him?” Your question makes the smile on his face brighter.

“My friend Seungmin knows him. I’m definitely telling him you shaded his love for protein shakes and that you hate cuddling with him.”

“I don’t hate cuddling with him!” Jisung defends himself, shaking his head aggressively. “I would cuddle with him on a bigger bed.”

“Dude…” He laughs.

Something about how he has experienced the same struggles you have is a little haunting, but also comforting. To know you’re not the only one who has gone through the mockery of begging to stay at a friend’s or purchasing those stupid overpriced headphones.

“Wanna… uh, nevermind.”

“Hm?”

Jisung isn’t the most straightforward person in the world, but something about the way you’re looking at him with wide, curious eyes is intoxicating, and it gives him enough courage to continue talking.

Clearing his throat, he repeats. “Wanna go out for a bit?”

Han Jisung’s voice is very deep and very convincing at 2 in the morning.

“They’re not gonna be done soon?”

He studies your hopeful features and pats your shoulder in comfort. “I don’t wanna ruin your small ray of hope, but they were going at it until 4am last night.”

Grimacing, you drop your head in defeat. “If that’s the case, then let’s go.”

That’s how you find yourselves at a creepy, run-down convenience store near your apartment, purchasing more ice cream and looking through the stalls for anything to buy.

“Hey, Hannie!” You call out to him at the back of the store, and he comes padding over with a splash of giddiness in his heart at the nickname you give him.

His friends have called him that a million times, but it sounds different coming from you. It sounds so natural, like you were always meant to say it.

He bites down his lip to prevent himself from smiling further. His heart flutters at the possibility of you being a constant in his life. Hannie, Hannie, Hannie. It slips out of your mouth so easily that he wonders if the universe purposely gave you two that neighbor for this specific moment.

For him to meet you at the main lounge and invite you to the convenience store (and into his life in the process).

Is this what those stupid male leads feel like in those romantic comedies he binge watched with Changbin?

Jisung used to think it was absolutely ridiculous to meet someone and form an entire life with them in their head, but he finds himself doing the same in all his hypocrisy.

When he arrives to where you’re standing, he watches in amusement as you spend the next few minutes trying your hand at a run-down claw machine – desperately aiming for the pompompurin keychain.

First, you play with eyes of determination and careful movements, and then you’re smashing at the buttons in frustration.

Pretty, he thinks.

He can’t help but swoon at the sight of you with an oversized hoodie, smashing at the claw machine with your eyes half open and your lips pouted in defeat.

“Want me to try?”

You’re aware that claw machines were always faulty and deceiving, but you allow Jisung to try and win the keychain that’s probably cheaper to buy than the amount of money you’ve inserted in the coin slot to play the game.

With the plastic bag of ice cream and candy on his left hand, he uses his right hand to control the stick so he can angle the claw the way he needs it. Leaning forward, he focuses on getting the keychain you’ve been aiming for, pressing the red button after a few seconds of pushing it around.

His lips twitch in a smile when he sees the claw land exactly where he needs it to be, and he sneaks a glance at your anticipating face – heart speeding up at the sight.

“Oh my god. And you got the one I wanted?!” Jisung crouches down to grab the keychain from the prize slot before handing it to you and it immediately finds its home on the zipper of your wallet.

He has a proud smile on his face when he sees you hugging your wallet to your chest with a newfound happiness brightening your features. Even the convenience store lady is impressed at how he was able to get anything from that claw machine at all.

Maybe that’s what the graveyard shift does to you. It tires you out so much that you find someone winning at the claw machine game fun.

With an ice popsicle on your hand and your wallet with your new favorite keychain on the other, you and Jisung start to make your way back to your apartment. It was getting late, and they have to be done by now.

There’s a few moments of peace before you hear Jisung audibly trying to suppress his laughter. He’s trying not to giggle, and you know exactly why.

Your jaw drops, hitting him on his upper arm before sulking.

He doesn’t even need to tell you for you to know he’s laughing at your ice cream eating skills (your popsicle’s already melting and you’ve desperately been trying to finish it before it dissipates for the past few seconds).

There’s a taunting smile on his face as he apologizes. “I’m sorryyy.” He drawls the last syllable, bumping his shoulder with yours.

“You just look so cute.”

Something ricochets in your stomach the moment he says that, and you really hope he can’t hear your heart racing over his obnoxious giggling.

Jisung doesn’t know where he got the confidence to say that aloud. He’s also hoping the streetlights are dim enough for you not to notice the redness on the tip of his ears.

When you arrive, you immediately recognize the boy hurriedly rushing out of the apartment as your neighbor’s boyfriend. And when he speeds past the pair of you with a sheepish and shy smile on his face, you immediately make eye contact with Jisung.

Another fit of laughter breaks out.

And as you laugh and giggle over the poor boy’s obvious embarrassment, your eyes drift over towards Jisung, your newfound friend and how his eyes glint with genuine happiness and how he feels so comfortable to be with.

Similarly, Jisung finds himself mirroring your gaze. Somehow, he feels that starting today, things are definitely going to change between the two of you and the possible shift of your interactions into something more constant makes his heart flutter.

Before today, Han Jisung was just another boy who lived on the same floor as you, who you shared a few small pleasantries with. However, as the pair of you walk back to your rooms with your plastic bags of popsicle and candy wrappers and the hint of laughter still bubbling in your throats, you can tell that this moment right now with him feels like the beginning of something wonderful.

You hate to be told to be grateful, but in the stupidity of your own reflection, you are. For what – you’re starting to think it has something to do with the boy next to you.

[milkteabinniechan]

Pink Carnations

A Bridgerton Story♡

commissions // m.list

pairing: Felix Lee x female reader x Bang Chan

contents: you're all set to marry the illustrious Felix Lee but your heart belongs to another, and now the whole town knows who that is.

you can read chapter one here ♡

CHAPTER TWO

The entire room was watching you now. Their eyes pierced and pulled you apart limb from limb. Everyone in town was here. And now everyone in town had read the latest gossip.

Your sister made her way to you and gently placed her hand on your shoulder. She didn't say a word but her face told you how awful she felt for you. She was the only one who truly knew about your feelings for Chan. And she was the one who covered for you when you snuck out to meet him under the cover of darkness.

The last person to enter the room was your groom to be. He stood silent for a moment, pamphlet in hand. His pressed white suit layed perfectly across his slender frame. When he began to walk towards you, the room divided and split like The Red Sea. The only sound that could be heard was expensive shoes against fine marble floors. His eyes never left your face as he took one final step in front of you.

The room hung heavy with anticipation while wedding guests waited to see what the newly disgraced young man would say. Your breathing was beginning to become staggered as the intense grip of your corset made its presence known. All you could do was stare while you watched Felix's mouth part and open, ready to speak.

"Why is everyone just standing around?" He turned his body towards the crowd of people. "We've got a wedding to get to!" He smiled warmly and gave a knowing look to the staff, who immediately understood and began ushering people to the outside courtyard.

Felix then turned his attention to you. He leaned into the curve of your neck and whispered we need to talk. You nodded your head and allowed him to lead you into a nearby room, your Father's former study, and watched as he closed the door behind him. He stayed by the door for a few moments, gathering his thoughts and perhaps even his dignity.

"I can explai-" you began.

"Here's what is going to happen, princess," Felix's tone had changed from the sunny disposition you were used to. Your heart fluttered for an instant.

"Princess?" You snapped. You had changed your tone as well.

"We're getting married today. This union is going to be fortuitous for both of our families. It is what must be done." He spoke while adjusting his shirt collar in the mirror on the wall beside him. He checked his cufflinks and fixed his hair.

You scrunched your nose at the bluntness of his words. You knew that this was the best choice for your family. You didn't need him telling you that. You watched him adjust and fix and prim in the mirror. He truly was gorgeous. And that fact alone made your blood boil. You loved to look at him. And you worried that he knew that.

Felix turned sharply toward you. He sauntered over to you as if nothing bothered him. As though he had completely control. He stepped close to you, so close that you faltered slightly and landed against your Father's writing desk. Felix continued to lean in towards you. His face just inches from your own. His full lips parted somewhat as your chest instinctually pulled into him. You had never been this close to him before. He smelled like rain in the early morning. Your heart began to quicken.

His eyes scanned your entire body. Starting at your neck, moving down your shoulders, your waist, your hips. Ultimately landing and lingering on your face. He adjusted his footing for a moment as you noticed his pants getting tighter, and something growing. It was as if he was looking right through you. Finally he spoke.

"And if it is any consolation, Princess. You weren't my first choice either."

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[sturniololoco]

Hiii idk if you’ll be able to do this request but I wanted to ask!! Do you think you could do a SLS story based of Sam and Colby’s recent yt vid with the triplets? Like maybe she gets rlly scared and her brothers comfort her or smth like that. I love your work btw :)) 🫶🏻🫶🏻

Scared Shitless

Sturniolo Little Sister (SLS) x The Sturniolo Triplets

Warnings: Ghosts, panic attacks, crying, etc.

SLS/N's POV

I was beyond excited once my brothers and I got invited to collaborate with Sam and Colby.

I started counting down the days till we left for Austin, and it had finally arrived!

I was sitting in the back of the van, my legs across Nick's lap. He was quietly scrolling through his phone while Matt and Chris talked quietly upfront.

I had one of my headphones in, watching some old Sam and Colby videos, just to see what I was getting myself into.

I was so excided, but that excitement turned to fear as we pulled up into the hotel parking lot.

-

We met the two YouTubers in the lobby of the creepy hotel, giving them side hugs, having met them once before.

"Who ready!?" Sam asked us, giving us a smile as we looked curiously around the hotel.

My brothers raised their hands and cheered in excitement while I stayed quiet, a little on edge while being in the hotel.

Soon after meeting Sam and Colby, our tour guide came over and introduced herself to us and the camera, starting the tour, totally flirting with Chris the whole time.

But not even that could ease the feeling in the pit of my stomach.

-

The tour had gone smoothly and we were now starting to film our experiments.

It started with the flashlights. You asked us questions and responded, almost perfectly every time.

This made my skin crawl and my breathing uneven, but I held in my panic, not wanting to spoil the video or my brother's fun.

"Hey, you okay?" Chris asked me in a whisper, nudging my arm slightly with his own.

I nodded, saying,

"Oh- yeah, yeah, yeah! I'm totally good."

At this point, I was trying to convince myself. Trying to talk myself into calmness.

Chris gave me a disapproving look as I continued to nod, trying my best to sell my lie, but not doing a very good job.

"Just get me, Matt, or Nick, if it gets to be too much, okay?" He said, rubbing my arm slightly while giving me a soft smile.

I nodded, his words already comforting me as I felt my heartbeat go down. And thankfully, it was time to move on to the next investigation.

-

The room was dark and closed in, no matter the ghost-sensing lights and camera light. I was feeling absolutely sick to my stomach at the thought of being trapped in this room with ghosts.

And the fact that they were answering our questions perfectly did not help.

At all.

My breathing was short and detached by the time we stopped the camera to move on to the next thing.

the lights were still off in this tiny room, possibly filled with spirits.

"M-Matt..." I stuttered, my heartbeat moving at a rapid pace, banging against my rib cage.

"hey, Sam, you mind if we take 5?" Matt asked, grabbing my hand and leading me outside as the blonde boy nodded.

He took me out into the dim light of the corridor outside the creepy room and sat me down against the wall, kneeling in front of me, still holding my hand.

"Hey, breathe sweet girl. Just breathe...In...and out... that's it." He said, tracing shapes on the back of my hand while I struggled to get my breathing right.

I could feel the tears trickling down my face, but Matt's soft, calm voice was easing me out of my panicked state.

Once I was slightly back to normal and the tears weren't falling like a waterfall, my other two brothers came out in the hallway and sat next to me.

"We can stop if you need to get out of here," Nick said, giving me a side hug.

I immediately shook my head no, saying,

"i-I think I'll be fine. Just don't leave me anywhere."

Chris grabs my other hand gently and gives it a little squeeze.

"of course not sis, we'll be right here the whole time.

I nod and stand up, clutching onto Chris's hand as we walk back to Sam and Colby, ready to start the next challenge.

-

The rest of the night went off without a hitch! One of my brothers stayed with me at all times, helping me face my fear.

"I'm so proud of you for facing your fear kiddo!" Matt said as we began to drive back to our non-spirited hotel.

He looked at me through the rearview mirror, giving me a proud smile.

I smiled back, thinking,

I wouldn't have been able to do it without my amazing brothers.

I have some more Sam and Colby x SLS if y'all want me to do that! Let me know!!!

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[worldlxvlys]

texts with fwb! nate (part 8)

fwb nate x sturniolo reader

warnings: cursing, mentions of sex

a/n: hehehee

when i walked into nick’s room, he was sat with his legs crossed on his bed.

upon hearing me, his head shot up in my direction.

“hey” he spoke softly, flashing a small smile.

“hey” i whispered as i closed his door before joining him on his bed.

“ok, so. start from the beginning” he said.

i explained the entire situation to him, leaving out the explicit details.

when i finished, his eyes were wide and mouth hung open.

“you mean to tell me you two have been sneaking around for months ?” he looked distraught.

“i know, i get it, you’re disgusted in me. i couldn’t keep my legs closed-“ he cut me off.

“hey, don’t talk about yourself like that. i’m not mad that you kept it from me, i’m upset that you felt like you had to keep it from me”

my face scrunched up in confusion.

“listen, i don’t love the idea of you being with one of my best friends, but if he makes you happy then i’m not opposed to it” he said.

“and i get you keeping it from matt and chris, but why me? i always thought that we were close enough to tell each other anything” i never considered the fact that he might be more hurt about me not telling him than he was about me being with nate.

i let out a sigh, “i don’t know, nick. i always just assumed you would tell them. you never keep things from them, isn’t that breaking triplet code, or whatever ?”

he placed his hand on my arm gently.

“yes they are my triplet brothers, but you’re my sister. when have i ever told them about your business ? it’s not mine to tell. i’ve told you a million times before and i’ll tell you again, i have your back. of course i won’t tell them”

“thank you, nick. i really appreciate it”

“always. but you do know you can’t keep this from them forever, right ? you’re gonna have to tell them eventually”

“yeah, i know. i just gotta figure out how”

“hey, we’ll figure it out together. that’s what i’m here for” i pulled him in for a hug, squeezing his shoulders.

“ok, so, give me all the details” my eyes widened.

“you want the details ?” he immediately caught onto what i meant.

“wha- NO! NO! not the sexual details, jesus”

i raised my hands in defense, “alright, well, how was i supposed to know what type of details you were talking about !?”

“i meant, the stuff you were talking about in the texts”

i felt my face begin to heat up and i looked down. “oh, those details”

he tilted his head, dropping it slightly to meet my eyes “you have feelings for him” he asked in a softer voice.

i squeezed my eyes shut as i fought the smile that was growing on my face.

“OHHHH! you’re getting all bashfullll !” he teased.

“nick, stoppp” i said as i covered my face with my hands.

“don’t hide now girl, you weren’t shy when your bed was banging against the wall last night”

my eyes widened in horror, jaw hanging open.

“yeah, bitch, you forgot we share a wall, huh ?”

“y- you heard that ?” i asked, eyes still as wide as ever.

“ girl. you’re not quiet, sorry. i knew you were fucking someone, just never thought it was nate of all people. that man has you screaming and moa-“ i slapped his chest quickly, trying to shut him up.

“oh my gosh, nick. please stop”

“ok, ok” he said. we both looked at each other before breaking out into fits of laughter.

tears streamed down our faces and we held our stomachs as we continued to laugh at each other’s laughter.

when we finally calmed down, we wiped out tears away.

“ok, but i’m actually really glad that you found out. i need to talk about my feelings”

“that’s what i’m here for”

we talked for a while, staying up until the early hours of the next day.

eventually, we fell into a peaceful slumber.

we were blissfully unaware of what chaos we were going to wake up to. 

 ———————

yayyyy supportive nickkk

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[minihotdog]

Locked Out On Valentine's (Choose Your Ending)

(Photo Cred: @chatskaja on twitter) <3

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!Reader

Summary: You get locked out on Valentine's Day and have to sleep over at a certain Lt.'s flat.

C/W: Reader is dressed a little inappropriately

A/N: Never tried something like this before so I hope it buffs out. Also, super late Valentine's fic whoops

Word Count: 1k

“What do you mean he’s not available?!” You stand with your forehead against your door.

“Barrack’s manager is out on leave, he’ll be back tomorrow. Recommend you stay with a friend for now.”

“Wait! Where’s the emergency ma-” *click*

What the fuck!

You huff, banging your head against the outside of your door. Today was one of the worst days of your life. You planned a date with your boyfriend of one year only to be dumped right before you were supposed to meet up. And after bawling your eyes out decide to run out to the fountain to get back the hydration you lost.

The redness around your eyes finally went away but they were so puffy you couldn’t even see your keychain still hanging on the wall.

You’re now stuck in the middle of the hall on Valentine’s Day in a short tank top and your bedtime booty shorts hoping a soul doesn’t appear and see you with all your goods hanging out.

The barracks manager - or whoever that was - told you to find a friend. You didn’t have any here. You’d been in the unit for all of five months and they weren’t all that accepting of new people. They oozed the “prove yourself worthy of our clan” mentality. You roll your eyes just at the thought.

Ughhh. I really don’t want to.

You whine internally as you pull up Cpt. Price’s contact on your phone hoping you’re not interrupting anything.

“Sergeant y/n, what’s the purpose of your call?” He sounds annoyed. You hear a feminine voice in the background and him softly shooshing it.

“Sir! I’ve been locked out of my room and the primary barracks manager won’t be in till tomorrow. I don’t have anywhere to stay.”

“That’s unfortunate, isn’t it?” His voice strains lightly. He’s quiet for a moment and you’re unsure if you’re supposed to say something or…

“I’ll see what I can do. I’ll message you soon.”

You sigh in relief. Maybe he’d contact the emergency manager and they’ll come unlock your door.

You stand with your arms crossed, back against the cold wall for what feels like forever until your phone finally buzzes.

Cpt. Price: Bld 920 Room 1208. Stay there tonight.

You’re about to flood him with questions, like: Where’s the key? Is there someone already there? Who’s room is this? But before you’re done typing he sends one last message.

Cpt. Price: I’m busy tonight with work so no need to thank me. Or call me again.

Work…? Yeah right!

The room was at least in the same building as you. Beats trekking in the snow in slippers and the ungodly attire you have on at the moment.

You make your way up the stairs cursing the base for not putting an elevator in your building. You peer at each door while wandering further down the hall.

1206… 1207… 1208!

You take a deep breath before knocking quietly.

God, I hope it’s at least a woman.

A few seconds go by before the door swings open. You stand wide-eyed. If you had less control your jaw would be on the floor too.

You stare back at your Lt. in all his glory. He stares back at you in nothing but low-hanging sweatpants. His blond hair is disheveled, the color matching the patch of hair on his bare sculpted chest. You’d seen him maskless before but from afar. He’s someone many avoided, his demeanor wasn’t exactly inviting and his wrath, from the rumors, was even worse.

The light flooding through the door frame illuminates his face enough to show the fine features up close. The scars running through his lips and cheeks only add to the stirring inside you that’s leaving you speechless. 

As you try to stop yourself from ogling him right here and now he notices your eyes popping out of your skull and softly blows air out of his nose.

Is he laughing at me?

He decides to finally break the staring contest.

“What d’you want, pet?”

You stutter a bit before getting the words out,

“I got locked out, the captain told me to come here. He didn’t tell me it was your place.”

It was his turn to let his eyes wander. His eyes rake over your tank top, your arm over your chest to conceal the fact you’re braless, your exposed stomach and shorts that barely did their job as clothes. You stand there waving your water bottle around as you speak, completely unaware of the look on his face.

A smirk pulls at one of his lips as he listens to you ramble about the barracks managers not doing their jobs. Your voice gradually gets higher the angrier you get.

“What the hell are you wearin’?” He interrupts.

“Why are you answering the door half-naked?” You shoot back.

He sneers, “You show up at my door wantin’ a place to stay and you have an attitude?” He pulls his phone from his pocket seeing a barely coherent message from Price.

“Fine. No point in arguin’, Price is probably with the missus, doesn’t want to be bothered.” He steps to the side allowing you to come in. You cautiously accept and step into the space.

His place was neat, and well-kept, more like an apartment rather than the prison they kept you in. You turn back to look at him and notice the tattoos covering the skin of his arm. He pretends not to notice you checking him out as he walks to the hallway closet and pulls out a pillow and blanket.

He hands them to you, “Is that enough or d’you need a bedtime story too?”

“Little Red Riding Hood’s my favorite, please.” You snark, as you drop the pillow and lean over to throw the blanket over the cushions. You swear you hear his breath catch in his throat but get quickly covered up by him clearing his throat.

“So… What are you up to on Valentine’s Day?” You prod hoping to learn something about the most feared individual of the unit.

“Just another day, means nothin’.” He leans against the wall behind him. You sit with your legs crossed on the almost comically large couch, probably custom-made for his giant ass. You lean on your hand and look up at him.

“Is that so?”

“What happened to that muppet you’re always moanin’ bout? Should be with him.” He tilts his head to the side.

“Nah, he’s no good. Decided he liked by friend better.” You laugh sadly. “Can’t seem to keep them this time of year. I’m too cool for it.” You try to joke but end up cringing on the inside. His chest rises with a soft chuckle.

“That right?”

“You know it.” You wink at him.

The two of you go quiet for a moment. 

He decides to break the silence.

”You want some tea, love?

*** Decision Time ***

Why not? I'm already here and he's being nice. Sure, I'll have some tea.

Or...

I don't wanna be a bother. He's already having to let me stay over. I'm gonna pass on tea.

[theemporium]

Hii! Can you please do a drunk Remus talking all sorts of beautiful and explicit stuff to the reader. Like Remus is kinda never to very less talks about stuff like that straight-forward. Idk if you do smut, but if you do, could you continue with smut or smth like that?

adding smut didn't really feel right but i hope the rest is okay!!! thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

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“You look so pretty.” 

“Thank you, baby, now can you please—”

“No, like…you’re so fucking pretty, it hurts, love.”

“Remus—”

“You have the prettiest face to fuck too!”

Your cheeks burned at his admission, a soft sigh leaving your lips as you turned to looking at the boy currently grinning at you. His cheeks were flushed pinky and rosy, his eyes were hooded and there was a glow to him that you could only really get when you were out-of-your-face drunk. And yet, somehow, Remus Lupin still managed to look so pretty.

“You need to lower your voice,” you told him, one arm wrapped around his waist to guide him whilst the other scrambled to get your keys. “Our neighbours might hear you.”

Remus slotted in behind you once you reached your apartment door, his arms wrapping around your waist and his head dropping to nuzzle into the crook of your neck until his hair tickled your skin.

“They hear us just fine when I fuck you and you make those pretty noises f’me,” he murmured against your neck, his voice a little lower, a little gruffer to and it made your whole body burn.

You were used to Remus making dirty, debauched comments that made your whole body feel like it was on fire. But that was usually in the comfort and privacy of your own bedroom, where no one else would hear the filthy words he whispered to you. 

You certainly weren’t used to hearing it in the middle of your apartment complex’s corridor, in the same way you weren’t used to hearing it blatantly in front of all your boyfriend’s friends when you picked him up from the pub twenty minutes earlier. 

“Remus,” you warned, finally managing to get the key into the lock and pushing the door open. You quickly made your way inside, dragging your boyfriend in behind you before closing the door. But he was not letting go.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, baby, it hurts,” the boy whined as he tugged you closer, pressing you against his chest like he was trying to make you a part of himself.

“Remus,” you looked up at him. “You’re drunk. We need to get you in bed.”

Much to your surprise, Remus rolled his eyes. “I don’t need to be drunk to know you’re a fucking stunner, love.”

Your face heated. “Well, no but—”

“Nuh uh, let me tell my girl how pretty she is,” Remus continued, lifting his large hands to cup your face and he smiled. “So, so pretty.” 

Your hands rested on his waist, trying to press your lips together to hold back your laugh. “You done yet?”

Remus shook his head, his thumb grazing over your lips. “Never gonna be done telling you how beautiful you are.”

“You’re a smooth talker, Lupin,” you grumbled before eventually pulling out of his grasp to start guiding him towards your shared bedroom.

“Is it gonna get me where I want?” he asked, his eyebrows wiggling when he noticed where you were taking him, but you couldn’t help but snort.

“Not tonight, bub,” you grinned back at the boy, watching the way he frowned at your response.

“Tomorrow?” he asked hopefully.

“If you’re not wanting to bang your head against the wall, then yeah,” you promised him. “Tomorrow.”

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[thollandneedy]

Late night notification-Tom Holland

A/n: "If the neighbors call the cops, call the sheriff, call the swat we don't stop" Gorilla- Bruno mars

Warnings: Swearing, smut

Summary: Tom and Y/n get loud after 6 months away

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Smut under the cut😇

“ Right there!” Y/n exclaims, holding tightly onto the messy curls of her boyfriend Thomas, who was between her legs sucking on the entrance to her wet pussy.

Thomas had spent more than six months recording a new movie, and after less than a day back, all the promises made during sex calls had to be kept. Lunch, dinner and breakfast no longer made any difference, since the only hunger they had was for each other. The bed had been creaking against the floor and banging against the wall next to Y/n's apartment since three in the afternoon, when Holland had arrived in Kingston upon Thames. 

“You like that, huh?” The brunette said against her, causing vibrations in her sensitive spot, making her moan more.

The brunette's defined back seemed to arch every time he heard her moan, causing his exposed cock to twitch around her like a magic wand that only she knew how to control. Her two hands were positioned at the end of his hips, while the rest of her body was kneeling on the edge of the bed. His mouth was already wet, and he knew that in a moment Y/n was going to get him as hard as he was if he didn't stop. 

“Tommy, fuck.” The girl moaned once more, now clutching the pillow that supported her head.

“Fuck, Y/n” he moans, taking his mouth off her entrance, and pulling her by the neck into a kiss of mixed sensations and tastes. “Fuck, baby. Let me feel you, I beg you.” The brunette asked, his breathing ragged.

Without a direct answer, his girlfriend positions herself on his lap, waiting for silent permission from him, who only puts brief pressure on her hips, as if he's asking to be used. 

“Ugh, yes!” Y/n moans, feeling Holland's exposed cock enter her, expanding her smooth walls.

“Y/n.” Thomas moans again, hoarsely. “That's it, baby. Sit on me the way only you know how.” His abdomen contracts, groaning again at the image of Y/n sliding against his member.

Y/n grabs her boyfriend, putting his face between her breasts, which are sucked without warning. A satisfied moan comes out of the woman's mouth, receiving another moan from her boyfriend as he realizes that their bodies are completely glued together in a sensual embrace, while her thighs and hips work against him.

The sound of the door slamming made them both stop their actions, looking at each other. Y/n slowly got up from her boyfriend's lap, who also carefully moved away to get her off of him. The silence in the room, after several hours of sound, became heavy again, even if it wasn't sexual. Holland looks at the girl with frightened and curious eyes, picking up the robe that was lying on the chair at the woman's desk.

“Wasn't it the neighbor's door?” Y/n whispers, still sitting on the bed static from the loud noise, beginning to feel that her breathing has become heavy.

Silence

“Apparently it wasn't ours.” The Brit touches the bottom of his robe to put it back on the chair, and then there's another knock on the door. “Son of a bitch” The brunette grumbles, quickly putting on his white robe, while Y/n looks for his clothes on the messy floor.

“Coming!” The woman shouts, almost tripping over herself as she misses the hole in her pajama shorts.

With hurried steps, Holland and Y/n leave the room, heading for the apartment door. The girl looks at her boyfriend one last time, and then he takes charge of the situation, asking her to let him answer the door. The brunette walks in front of the woman in his pajamas, and then leans in front of the door so that he can see who is knocking. Through the beam, it was possible to see the apartment manager standing next to a policeman. The brunette put both hands to his face, showing displeasure at the situation and concern.

“What's wrong?” Y/n asks curiously, tilting her head to the side.

“He's with a policeman.” Holland concluded, knotting his robe once more so that there was no danger of anything coming out at the wrong time. 

“Who?” Y/n asks startled, and then the door is opened by Thomas, without her even asking.

 “Sid! Good to see you!” The girl crosses her arms as she looks at the older man in the circular glasses and tropical print blouse, who expresses weariness in his heavy, droopy eyes.

“You and your boyfriend have been making noises in my building since three in the afternoon, and I don't know if you've noticed, but it's already eleven at night.” The landlord says, causing a laugh to be pressed against Holland's lips, which is rebuked with a threatening look from his girlfriend.

“Sorry,” the actor says voicelessly, quickly syllabifying with his mouth. ”We weren't notified that we were disturbing you.” Thomas says, and then the policeman responds even before the owner, stepping forward.

“Your girlfriend was notified by e-mail four times today.” The tall man in the uniform crosses his arms.

The couple exchange a desperate but incredulous look at the situation. Y/n holds up one of her fingers, so that both men wait for her to make her next move. The woman picks up the cell phone that was already in her hands, accessing her email inbox and realizing that she had indeed been notified, just as the policeman in front of her had commented. Slowly exiting the e-mail screen, the girl gives a forced smile as an embarrassed response, while her boyfriend begins to turn red with embarrassment at the situation.

“It's a local rule, no loud noises after 10pm. I don't want to have any trouble with you again, Y/n. We've been through this before.” Sid says in a tired voice.

“Again?” Holland moves closer to his girlfriend's ear, trying to remember when, out of the countless times of noisy sex, she had commented on such a reprimand from the apartment manager.

“You won't, I promise.” The girl leaned on the door, wanting to get out of there.

“Good, we're sorted then.” The policeman says, nodding and then looking at the landlord, who shrugs his shoulders and walks away down the long corridor. 

The door closes abruptly, and Y/n leans on it, recapitulating everything that has happened in the last few seconds. Holland, nervous and not sure how to react, starts laughing out loud, putting his hand on his chest to calm his nerves.

“I don't believe it” The brunette laughs out loud again. “Who the fuck would notify us?” 

“It must be that old woman from 87. She's a fucking prat because she hasn't had sex for ages” Y/n comments, moving his back away from the door and walking back towards the bedroom.

“Baby, that's mean... I like that.” The brunette comments with a sensual tone, taking his girlfriend by the arm and gently bringing her close to him.

“You want me to be mean?” Y/n smiles mischievously, touching her boyfriend's exposed chest.

“Please be. I'd pay a fine for loud music after 10, a hundred times if necessary, to have the privilege of seeing you scream my name.”

[thisapplepielife]

Written for @corrodedcoffinfest.

Room 1011 - Eddie

Day #23 - Up and Coming | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: E | CW: Sex | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Steddie | Tags: Famous Corroded Coffin, Touring, Winding Down After The Gig, Long-Term Relationship, Road Manager Steve Harrington

1 Night, 4 Rooms Each is standalone, but takes place on the same hotel floor.

Eddie | Goodie | Gareth | Jeff | Steve (Bonus morning after!)

"You ready?" Steve asks, stuffing his napkin into his empty beer glass, cleaning up the area surrounding his seat at the long table they've all been occupying tonight, at the bar they found after the show.

Eddie nods, because hell yeah. If Steve's ready, he's ready. Always.

He's just grateful Steve wanted to come out at all. This far into a tour, and with all the other stress he's been under just trying to keep them up and running, he's getting worn out.

Eddie knows that. 

Plus, it'll be nice to get back to the hotel before anyone else, anyway. They can do anything they want, as loud as they want, and not have to worry about Goodie hearing through the walls. Goodie's known for annoyingly banging on adjoining walls, or once, quite memorably, calling the fucking front desk and turning in a noise complaint like he didn't know them.

Hilarious, now.

At the time, not so much, as Eddie stood in the open doorway in his robe, Goodie watching out his own open room door, fucking cackling.

Tonight, Steve's set up a car to pick them up, and it's waiting. It'll circle back to wait for everyone else when they're ready to go.

Eddie holds the door for Steve, letting him get in first. 

It's not a long ride, but Steve has relaxed into the seat, head tilted back, like he could easily fall asleep right there, lulled by the vibration of the road beneath the tires.

Eddie rubs his thigh, lazy circles with his thumb, and before they get there Steve is snoring.

"Okay, sleeping beauty," Eddie says, when they pull up under the hotel canopy. Steve wakes easily, he always does, and is up and moving. He can sleep anywhere in short bursts, but can also be back in motion at the drop of a hat.

Eddie doesn't quite understand it, he could never.

In the room, Steve sheds his clothes and flops on the bed, facedown. Eddie does the same, and crawls in after him, running his hand up and down Steve's back. 

They're spreading him too thin. They probably should have skipped the bar entirely tonight. Eddie played a full gig, sure, but he's still running on adrenaline. 

Pulling his hand back, Eddie settles into bed next to Steve, closing his eyes. 

"Why'd you stop?" Steve asks, turning his head towards Eddie. 

"So you can sleep, sweetheart," Eddie answers, leaning forward and kissing Steve's head. 

Steve rolls onto his side, "We actually have a room, all to ourselves, and not a cramped bus bunk. I'll sleep after." 

Eddie laughs, "It seems like you needed to sleep before."

Steve scoots closer and closer until he's on top of Eddie, and Eddie wraps his arms around Steve's back. Holding him tight. Naked skin to naked skin.

"You work too much," Eddie tells him. "Tomorrow's a day off. Sleep in. Let us handle our own shit."

Steve laughs at that, and Eddie is aware of how unrealistic of an offer it is. They don't know shit about running their own lives, not anymore. 

There's a schedule, a plan, and Steve's made it. 

"How about you do all the work tonight, and I'll relax," Steve says, and Eddie laughs. 

He'll take that deal. He'll take any deal Steve will offer him. 

"Tell me what you want, and I'll make it happen, sweetheart." 

"Just love me," Steve says. 

Eddie smiles, "That's a done deal." 

Steve laughs, his chest rumbling against Eddie's. 

Eddie taps his back, "Roll over. I've got you." 

Steve does, and Eddie situates himself between Steve's thighs.

He takes Steve's cock in his hand, already hard, and Eddie just wants to look at him in the low light. Feel him. 

And yeah, love him. 

He braces one hand against Steve's hip bone, rubbing his thumb back and forth as he makes himself comfortable between Steve's legs. 

Eddie rubs Steve's dick against his bottom lip, teasing Steve, just a little, before he slides down. Tongue and hand working together. 

Steve rests his hand on Eddie's head, and it doesn't feel like he's being guided, just touched. Grounded. 

Eddie looks up, expecting that Steve's eyes will be closed, but they aren't. They're half-lidden and hazy, just watching him. Eddie smiles, or tries to, since that's kind of hard to do around a mouthful of cock.

Steve gets the message loud and clear, though, because he smiles back. Moving his hand to cup Eddie's cheek. Thumb stroking, brushing against his lip. It's a little distracting, but in the very best way.

"Come up here," Steve says, and Eddie does. Straddling his hips, leaning forward, pressing his mouth against Steve's. He knows that's what Steve wants, to kiss him. Eddie grinds down against Steve, and if he just had some lube, he'd-

Steve reaches over, and comes up with the tube, reading his mind. He always does.

Eddie slicks up his palm, gripping the pair of them, stroking both cocks as he rocks his hips and fucks against him, trying to keep his mouth on Steve's as he does it.

It feels good. His own hand on one side, Steve's hard length on the other, just sliding together, rushing headlong. 

Steve makes a noise from deep in his throat, and comes, hot over Eddie's fist and Eddie keeps working himself against Steve until he can follow him over the edge, coming with a groan right against Steve's mouth.

Eventually he lets go, and cleans them up, curling against Steve, anchoring his leg over Steve's hip.

"Sleep in tomorrow morning, okay," Eddie says.

Steve hums in agreement.

"I love you, rest," Eddie whispers.

"Love you, too."

Eddie wakes up needing to piss, and it's just after eight. Steve's already up and gone, back to work. Eddie should just stay up. There's coffee already made in the room pot, and not even the smell of that brewing woke Eddie up.

He drinks a cup, and it's getting old. Already. 

Steve's been up that long. 

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[tiredofthehumanlife]

Oh I love sandwiches

Barbie dolls: rosekiller x ftm!reader

Word:1.7k kinda

Summary: you're feeling dysphoric and don't want to leave the house so Evan and Barty toss out their plans to love on you

Warning: lots of dysphoria, hypothetical misunderstanding, mentioned that you have tits mostly as a joke but it's Abt chest dysphoria so yk, sex jokes, it's Barty and Evan what were you expecting, slight mentions of past bartylus and slight mention of you hypotheticaly banging James, you blow off regulus kinda but he's understanding it's not written that he is but just trust me, you guys cuddle, evan is shirtless for a second, thats pretty much it I think

A few weeks ago, Regulus invited you and your two boyfriends over for a housewarming dinner. He and James recently moved into a new house, and now that they were settled, they wanted all their friends to see the new dwelling. You weren’t even sure how all those people would fit at the dining table, but you believed in Regulus.

And a few weeks ago you were excited. You wanted to see the new house and imagine where they would put all of Regulus’ books. You needed to see their kitchen. As of right now, you didn’t want to be anywhere near another human at all.

You knew it was the dysphoria making you feel like your chest was big enough to convince everyone who glanced at you that you were a woman. You needed to go to this dinner to support your friends. But the longer you looked in the mirror the more you wanted to go out into the backyard, dig a hole, and live inside forever.

Should you have just told your boyfriends? Yes, most definitely. But you were nothing if not a horrific communicator. So instead, as any mature person would do, you hid in the back of your closet. Evan’s winter coats were hanging in front of your face. It was calming to smell Evan and sit in the dark silence. You ignored the thought of having to do laundry later as you wiped your nose on the sleeve of your jacket.

“Rosie, do you remember where you hid our lovely boyfriend?” You heard Barty’s muffled yell from the living room. You sniffled trying to stay quiet so they didn’t find your hiding spot.

“Oh yes, I put him in the silverware drawer next to the spoons,” Evan yelled back sarcastically. You stifled your snort at Evan’s comment. You heard the silverware drawer slam back into the counter.

“Not there.” You winced at Evan’s groan. You waited patiently as Evan and Barty settled into silence. A few minutes passed in silence before the closet door slid open. Barty sighed when he saw you, squatting down to get at eye level with you. Evan stood over him, staring down at you.

“Hello, darling. Why are we hiding in the closet? You came out years ago.” You ignored Barty’s bad joke, looking at the wall instead. Evan must’ve found it bad, too, because Barty let out a loud groan in pain. You glanced at him to see him rubbing the back of his head.

“I can’t go.” You muttered. You heard Barty scoff.

“Oh is that all?” You threw a discarded button across the closet floor. Evan patted Barty’s shoulder.

“Why not?” Evan asked, trying to push the closet door open more. You rested your head against the wall.

“I’m sick.” You whispered. Barty hummed.

“You don’t seem sick to me.” He said, earning another disapproving sound from Evan. You faked two coughs. Barty and Evan hummed.

“Aha,” Evan said. “See he is sick.” Barty nodded. You pressed your lips together, pretending you didn’t hear their strong sarcasm.

“Come on, baby. Why are you really hiding in the closet?” Evan asked.

“is it Evan’s ugly shirt?” Barty asked, pointing his thumb back at his other boyfriend. Evan scoffed and ran his hands down the front of his shirt. Evan moved back to look in the mirror.

“What’s wrong with my shirt?” Evan asked with a sad tone. Barty snorted while you sniffled. You picked at the peeling paint on the wall.

“‘s nice.” You muttered. You just wanted to fall asleep right where you were. Evan and Barty could go and say you came down with the flu.

“Okay, so it’s not your hideous button-down; what is it? could you possibly give us a hint?” Barty said. Evan joined you two at the closet again, only now you noticed him eyeing the shirts that were hung up. You sighed, tugging at the fabric of Evan’s winter coat. You yanked it down, letting the hanger clack around on the rack. You pulled it over your body like a blanket, pulling the coat up to your nose. You took in a deep breath. The smell of your laundry detergent and a hint of Evan’s cologne washed over you.

“I don’t like my body right now.” Your voice was muffled by the fabric of Evan’s coat. Evan hummed.

“Right, well did you have to manhandle my coat to tell us that?” Evan asked, glancing up at the wooden hanger still swinging. Barty sighed, looking back at Evan.

“Yes.” You whispered, but you doubt anyone heard it because Evan and Barty started quietly bickering.

“Rosie, have you heard of a little sensitivity and sympathy? You’re being a bit mean to our amazing boyfriend here who’s having a bit of a rough day.” Barty whispered back at Evan.

“I’m just being a little humorous. Is humor not allowed when people are upset?” Evan said, swinging his hand in the air. Barty pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Not at-look how upset you’re making him. He’s crying into your coat, missing the Evan you once were. The Evan with a little sympathy.” Barty said. He pointed at you. Evan glanced at you before looking at Barty, disappointed.

“I’m crying because I have tits you dickheads.” You muttered. Barty and Evan’s heads snapped towards you.

“Right, sorry, love,” Barty muttered. Evan tilted his head to the side.

“Would you like to try a different outfit? Or we could drive you over there in a blindfold?” Evan offered. You shook your head.

“I just want to stay home, you guys should go through.” Barty clicked his tongue. You looked away from the wall to look at him.

“You know, Fuck Regulus-“ Barty started.

“You already did that.” Evan pointed out.

“-We just won’t go. Who says we need to be there in person to support him? We’ll set up a new dinner, and tell Regulus something came up.” Barty said, standing up and dusting his hands off. Evan hummed, crossing his arms over his chest.

“It’s not a horrific idea. What do you think?” Evan asked, looking down at you. You shrugged.

“I don’t want you to miss out on hanging out with all your friends.” You said, picking at a loose string on Evan’s winter coat. Evan cooed, making you pull the coat further up your face to hide your embarrassment. Barty’s hands found the bottom of the coat, lightly tugging the coat away from your face.

“We won’t, we see them all the time. We just won’t go to dinner with them, no biggie.” Barty knocked your cheek with his knuckle, making your lips tip up just slightly.

“Not to mention, I don’t like Regulus’ cooking so this is favorable.” Evan started reaching for his shirt buttons. He nimblly unbuttoned them all, untucking his shirt from his pants, and tossed it over his shoulder all in a couple of seconds. It appears undressing you and Barty was great practice for him.

“Okay?” Barty asked, drawing your attention away from Shirtless Evan. You stared into his eyes, trying to see if he was just lying in your favor. He gave you a small smile that eased your nerves.

“Okay.” You whispered into the woven fabric of Evan’s coat. Barty quickly stood, holding his hand out to you. You took it, letting him help you stand up.

“Rosie, would you mind calling Regulus?” Barty asked. Evan nodded before leaving the room to inform Regulus that they couldn’t make it. “What will make you feel better? Cuddles? Snacks? Money?” Barty asked, lightly massaging the inside of your arm. You hummed, thinking through your options. You tilted your head from side to side deciding which one you wanted more.

“cuddles?” Barty nodded. He pointed to the nearby bed and the door that led to the living room. You pointed at the bed. Bary nodded again, before turning around to face the bed. He jumped to the bed landing face first into the mattress. You snorted before joining him on the bed, granted with a little more grace and charm. He quickly pulled you into his arms, tightly wrapping you up. You hummed at his excessively tight squeezes.

You heard Evan gasp at the doorway. You pulled your chin over Barty’s shoulder to see him, smacking Barty’s legs with his “ugly” shirt.

“No shoes on the bed,” Evan said, punctioning it with another smack. You glanced down at Barty’s feet to see he was indeed wearing his dress shoes on the bed. Barty groaned before kicking them off. Evan sighed and pinched his nose bridge before deciding it wasn’t worth the fight. He joined you and Barty on the bed, announcing that he was taking his shoes off beforehand. Evan lay on the other side of you, effectively squishing you between the two of them. He rubbed his nose against your cheek, giving you a light nuzzle before pecking you. He trailed his kiss back to just in front of your ear.

“Sometimes your brain is just mean to you, it doesn’t mean you’re any less of a man. You’re lovely, and so handsome you don’t even understand. Just got a contrarian for a brain, that’s all.” You hummed, nuzzling your face back against his. Barty agreed, pinching your side. You jerked, giving him a reprimanding flick on the nose.

“You’re the manliest man I’ve ever known. You top James and he eats woodchips for breakfast.” Barty jested, nodding his head like he was speaking fact. Evan snotted next to your ear.

“I hope he’s not topping James without us watching,” Evan whispered, earning a scoff from you and a loud, boisterous laugh from Barty. You shook your head at them both, hating that they were making you smile with their bad jokes.

“You’re the dudest dude ever, I love sucking your dick,” Barty said, staring into your eyes like he was telling you the ending lines of a rom-com. You sighed before tipping your head up and smacking a kiss on his lips. Barty tugged you closer by the front of your shirt. You nipped at his bottom lip. Not that kind of night, and pulled back. You twisted in an awkward position to peck Evan, too. You settled back into your cuddling position. You pulled Evan’s hand closer to your chest, pressing it against your heart. Evan lightly kissed your shoulder. Barty threw one arm over your side, caressing Evan’s bicep. You three fell asleep like that, intertwined and reassuring with your friends somewhere on the other side of town, eating Regulus’ questionable food.

[jinnie-ret]

MY YOUTH | SKZ NINTH AU

stray kids x ninth member!reader (platonic)

<---------- back to my youth

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chapter 1

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"Sunny... Lou, wake up, we've got to get ready for practice!"

"Give me five more minutes mum..."

"Yah! I'm not your mum!"

Louisa rolled over in her bed, squinting as she opened her eyes from the sun peeking through the blinds. Huh. Since when did she have blinds in her room? Blinking to adjust her vision to the lighting, she was shocked to the one and only Lee Know from Stray Kids.

"WHAT THE FUCK!!!" she exclaimed in shock at the top of her lungs, which clearly gave the same feeling to the man as he jumped back from her sudden and unexpected yell. The two of them could only wordlessly look at each other, both of them speechless but for different reasons.

Footsteps suddenly came piling into the room, which as she tore her gaze away from one of her idols, she noticed the room was something she could have only dreamed of. Her walls were painted a lovely sage green colour, tapestries hung up on the wall, wound from thick white string. There was an overall calming feeling to the room, Louisa noticed, which was added to by the soft fluffy rug in the middle of the floor and several variations of cat plushies scattered around the room.

"What's happened? Why is there shouting?" Bang Chan questioned hurriedly, looking over the two of his members and seeing no clear signs as to what just happened.

Meanwhile, Louisa was freaking out. All of Stray Kids were in her room, which wasn't her room but she would have to assume for now that it was. Maybe it was all happening in a dream? And she finally shifted like she saw everyone do on Tiktok.

Yes! That must be it.

Taking deep breaths to try and calm herself down, she did her best to act normal.

Easier said than done.

"Hey? Hello? Anyone in there, Sunny?" Seungmin waved his hand in front of the girl's face, bringing her back to reality. Or whatever this place was.

"Oh, hey, what?" Louisa wiped her tired eyes, clocking onto the fact that they kept calling her 'Sunny'.

Was this her stage name?!?

"You screamed in my face," Lee Know pretended to burst into tears, grabbing onto Han's leg in comfort from his position on the floor he hadn't moved from.

"My baby!" Han joined in, gasping and sinking to the floor as he cradled Lee Know to him and hugged him tightly.

Hmmm. At least they weren't acting differently from how she expected them too.

"Oh," Louisa said and let out a giggle at her two members. Wow, that would be something to get used to.

"Haha, she just said oh," Jeongin laughed pointing at the girl who still seemed dazed.

"Lou, why did you yell? Stays are right you really are like Minho," Hyunjin pointed out with a grin on his face, lazily brushing a stray hair from his face.

Wow, to be compared to Lee Minho.

"Oh, I umm, had a dream I was at home so I was confused when I woke up and saw Lino in my face," Louisa laughed, quickly coming up with a sketchy lie that could be covered up by her tiredness.

She saw a couple of the members pull a sad face at her and wondered why. It would have to be something she'd find out later.

"Ah Lino-ah, you gotta stop surprising Flo like that, we told you enough times already!" Changbin scolded him, arms crossed over his chest.

"Yah! I didn't want her to be tired for practise. You know she can be moody," Lee Know said back, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

"Moody?" Louisa held a hand against her chest in disbelief. She hoped she wasn't moody around her favourite people.

"Hey hey hey! Our sunshine is never moody!" Felix sat down next to Louisa and covered her ears to protect her from the words.

Louisa could feel her heartbeat picking up quickly. Was she this close with the members?

A sigh was let out, and everyone turned to Bang Chan to see him shaking his head.

"Guys, it's literally only gone 7am," he muttered shaking his head before he began to walk away, "such a handful."

The other members began to follow suit and continue getting ready and whatnot, when Han turned to Louisa.

"It wasn't a bad dream, was it?" he asked her quietly, a brow raised in concern as he became serious.

"No, it was a good one, probably one of the best ever," Louisa thought to herself as she recognised this dream of Stray Kids to be one of a kind.

"Okay, good, well make sure you're awake, we leave in half an hour," Han cheerily said, happy his youngest member was too as he went to hunt for some food for breakfast.

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On their way to the company, Louisa felt in her element being around the boys. It just felt so natural. Like she was meant to be there. She praised the gods above for letting her experience this dream.

"So your schedule today starts off with dance practice for Miroh, then you have vocals to record and some free time after that for producing or anything else you need to prepare," the manager that was in the car with them began.

So they were practising for Miroh? Gosh Louisa didn't even know what year it was until then. From her own knowledge they had just entered the summer of 2021, after winning the competition show Kingdom Legendary War where they participated with other boy groups. She wondered how it would work with her being in the group now.

At least this way she knew the dance quite well already, it would be just knowing how to fit into the formation.

Getting out of the car and entering the company was another thing. Louisa had no clue where she was going but as they walked past the café inside she couldn't help get excited - she had heard amazing things about the food. At least for now she could justify following after the other members as they all went in to practise the dance for Miroh.

Someone bumped her shoulder as they walked through the corridors, causing Louisa to stumble back a bit.

"Ugly slut," a girl muttered under her breath as she walked past.

"Huh?" Louisa questioned out loud.

She'd barely walked into the company and was already being faced with drama. Silly to think she'd live a life without it as an idol.

"Lou?" Jeongin turns around when he notices she wasn't walking with them.

"Oh, sorry, got distracted!" Louisa brushed off what happened and jogged lightly to catch up with the guys.

"Yah Lino-ah really must have startled you," Bang Chan laughed at the girl's expression.

"Shhhh," Louisa held a finger against her lips as she rolled her eyes.

"Kids, get to practice!" the voice she recognised as the manager's called out. Good to know there's someone keeping them in check when Chan gets in his cheeky moods.

First practise, this would be a breeze, right?

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