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the-possum-writes · 8 months

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You may have gotten a request like this already so please ignore it if you have!

I really enjoy your works so far and I'd like to request the nsfw alphabet with Marshall Lee if that's something you'd like to do! Gender neutral or afab anatomy if that's okay but I really don't mind if you keep it fully gender neutral!

I hope this request finds you well and happy! Thank you for your time to read this ask and for sharing your work, it's very enjoyable to read! (It also helps that I adore possums hehe)

[Marshall Lee NS/FW Alphabet]

Tags: NS/FW, mentions of voyeurism, hcs, dirty alphabet

A/n: Thanks for requesting! Ya'll eating good tonight-! This is for the AT version of Marshall, the F&C Marshall would probs have some differences without the whole vampire thing.

A = Aftercare

Marshall doesn't need sleep so he'll help you clean up asap and lay in bed with you so his low body temperature can help ya cool off, he would also sing you to sleep in compensation if he went too rough on you.

B = Body part

Regarding his partner's, he's fond of your chest. He doesn't breathe so he likes seeing it rise and fall whenever you're panting, and enjoys listening to your heartbeat during cuddle sessions.

As for his body, he likes every aspect of it but if he had to choose it would probably be his eyes. They're the first thing someone sees when he's lurking in the dark.

C= Cum

Slick like glue, and lacks any kind of odor or taste (I guess it's because he's a supernatural creature). He doesn't produce an exaggerated amount of cum in a single shot but he's determined enough to fill you up until it's sliding down your thigh, no matter how many rounds it takes.

D= Dirty Secret

Marshall snuck into your house once cause he wanted to gonna prank you by hiding your toothbrush and other stuff but he accidentally floated in on you in a private time and didn't leave until you finished. Nowadays he knocks before visiting you, but there are times where he touched himself to that memory.

E= Experience

Marshall has been around for thousand years, he knows his likes and dislikes regarding stuff done to him, and what he likes in a partner. He's confident in his performance as well, he has skill and learns fast, he knows that he'll find and exploit your weak points that'll have you sobbing in a good way.

F= Favourite Position

The dude can fly, he likes having you cowgirl (or reverse cowgirl) style while on mid air even though you've told him how dangerous it is.

G= Goofy

Though he gets heavily feral most of the time Marshall is a versatile man who can still crack a laugh even at the most heated times, if he's feeling playful and is on a full teasing rampage he'd use wordplay/puns that depend on the location you two are at.

H= Hair

Marshall is well trimmed but not fully shaved, his pubes are just as dark and wavy as his hair. However, sometimes he'd occasionally try to do funny patterns and would walk out of the bathroom bare ass naked and ask. "Does this look like a bat to you?"

I= Intimacy

Okay so we all know Marshall portrays himself as the residential bad boy and everyone buys it, but in reality he keeps his relationships at an arms length since he's lost people close to him. The guy craves intimacy and it's evident in the small affectionate gestures during sex like how he intertwineds his fingers in your hands, and after sex, he's got his legs tangled in yours, plays with your hair and rests his head on your beating chest.

J= Jack Off

In the early years of vampire hunting he couldn't allow himself a single moment of vulnerability even if his hormones were getting the best of him, but in current times in Aaa where he isn't always on guard he wanks it on occasion here and there when he's lacking company. Once he starts dating you he can't help but stoke himself in front of you when you touch yourself for him.

K= Kink

Pray/Predator play:

He loves playing the part so much. On a full moon he will give you a 10 minute headstart to let you run loose through the woods in that white transparent nightgown he likes so much (fits your role as the helpless victim) as he shape shifts into a wolf or a giant bat and hunts you down by the scent of your arousal alone.

Size difference:

Okay hear me out on this- The guy can shape shift, it would be impossible that he wouldn't develop a knack out of it (especially with the prey/predator thing) when he's near you. He gets a thrill out of it when he's in his bat form, slowly diving you down on his shaft until your thighs come in contact with his fur.

Blood kink:

At first he wasn't interested since he had enough fighting those bloodsuckers (and because it's an obvious thing for him to have). So everyday he fought the blood kink allegations but after years of denying it, its become a new curiosity. He doesn't need to drink the stuff to survive but there's something euphoric about yours that tastes better than any shade of crimson, he'd avoid your neck the first few times but would obtain it from you inner thigh, it's like biting into a lovely jelly donut.

Voyeurism:

It's rude to spy on others but Marshall is well known to watch over others regardless if they're aware of it or not, you'd learn it the hard way when he caught sight of you touching yourself in your private time. In recent times you purposely masturbate in front of him as he sits back in a comfy seat but only after kicking his ass for being a creep.

Exhibitionism: He doesn't mind taking things in a public space like a bathroom stall or just outside a party, he already has his initials marked all over Aaa so a quickie is just another way to mark his place as his.

Praise kink: can't get enough when hearing you say how much you love him, how good he feels inside you or the sensation of his mouth all over you.

L= Location

Anywhere, anytime. The only place he refuses to go is the Nightosphere cause his mom has eyes and ear everywhere and those pesky demons would rattle him out and before he know it his mom is asking for grandchildren.

M= Motivation

It takes so little to rile him up but the fastest way is when you're wearing on of his band shirts.

N= NO

Alright hot take. Although he jokes around with it sometimes; Marshall refuses to actually bite your neck with his fangs. Sure he'll nibble on your neck and bite your shoulder but his fangs never really pierce the skin of your jugular, it brings bad memories of his own forceful transformation and how it made him feel.

O= Oral

Appreciates anyone who's brave enough to let his teeth near their privates.

P= Pace

He goes rough and fast, he knows he gets too carried away but he forgets it right away when he sees you enjoy it as much as he does.

Q= Quickie

Doesn't mind them.

R= Risk

Definitely a risk taker. There's many ways to turn him on and he'd love to share them with you, his safe word is probably something like batshit or fries.

S= Stamia

Impecable. Unless you're a supernatural creature you can't match up with his subhuman self.

T= Toy

Marshall likes them both on himself and on his partner, he likes the dildo varities in particular (when he needs to prepare you for his bat form) and how crazy some designs can get.

U= Unfair

Ultimate tease, if you start taunting Marshall he's gonna return it in an instant. Doesn't care if you're out in public he'll get handsy with you as punishment, and dear glob have mercy on you in the bedroom cause he'd edge that bratty attitude out of you.

V= Volume

He isn't as vocal compared to you when he takes the lead, he would mostly let out an occasional hiss or groan intertwined with his dirty talk or teasing. Buuut, if he's the one on the receiving end he'll cry, whine and moan like a bish.

W= Wild Card

If it wasn't because of his vampire regeneration abilities he'd get dick piercings.

X= x-ray

A nice 9 inches long with a slight curve upwards, he's long but a bit on the slender side like most of his body, it's color is just as pale too but halfway it leads to a small dark gray tip.

Y= Yearning

High libido, watch out. Although he doesn't need to eat or sleep he can still feel lust and hunger which become stronger the longer his needs go unfulfilled.

Z= Zzz

He doesn't really sleep much nor does he get exhausted easily, if he's with a mortal partner he'd pretend to sleep just to keep you company or sing/ play a lullaby on his guitar for you.

#adventure time x reader #Marshall lee #marshall lee x reader #reader insert #nsft alphabet #I'll have to look up more positions cause I was completely dry on that part tbh lol

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mattsobvimyfav · 1 month

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For Sport (Matthew Sturniolo & Chris Sturniolo)

Pt 5

A.n - hey yall so this is gonna be a very very very slow burn I already have some chapters written so I will probs rapid fire. It will be toxic, there will be angst , smut , everything you can possibly think of. It happens.

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Its finally the end of the week and I’m packing my bag to leave early from school not wanting to finish the day. I spent the rest of the week hanging out with the triplets because Haylee has been giving me the silent treatment, which wont last longer seeing as she has nothing to do all weekend.

I sent a quick text to the group chat Nick created for us.

Pickle-

Hey babes, I'm leaving school. Not a single part of me wants to stay here so I will see you tonight.

I throw my phone into the waistband of my leggings grabbing my keys and heading out the side door. During my drive to my dads house I thought about the words Lindsey spewed at me the other morning. ‘Be a whore as much as you want. Matt will never forget me’ It wasnt that I even liked Matt, it was that 1. I was NOT a whore and 2. Why can't I just spend time with friends without it being labeled? The way she looked at me with disgust really irked me too. I literally didn't bother anyone. I kept to myself as much as possible.

Machue-

Okay us too, see you at our house.

Nicky-

10 mins out

I rolled my eyes, somehow in two days of coming over these boys have managed to woo my dad and basically raid my entire kitchen. I ran upstairs and decided I would use these ten minutes to actually relax. Before I knew it my door was being pounded on. I sent them a quick text that I was just in my room and to come up.

“I've decided to grace you guys with my presence at this football game” Nick said entering my room and laying next to me. “Grace is a STRONG word” Matt took the next spot next to me on my bed. “I personally love some Nicky time” I said sitting up looking at Matt with a dirty look. Chris laid at the end of my bed opening his phone. Matt started getting a call as he laid his head on my lap answering it, I looked at the contact name. It was Maddy with a purple heart, a pange of annoyance ran through my chest as he started speaking.

“Helloo” he answered dragging his voice out. “Hi Matty! Are you driving us to the game!” This girl's voice already annoyed me. “No sorry I'm going with Y/N, see ya there” he quickly hung up before the girl could reject and looked up at me smiling. I rolled my eyes at him, I shouldn't be jealous, I don't even like him.

“What time do we have to leave?” I asked looking up from my phone. “In like three hours” I laid down making Matt have to rest his head on the middle of my back “Wake me up in two please” Chris patted my leg getting up “I'm going to make food” Nick stood up following him leaving me and Matt alone. “C’mon move over a little” Matt said while I moved over a little laying on my side while he snuck his arm around my waist. I felt my cheeks heat up and I closed my eyes feeling his warm body behind me.

“Come on guys, we got an hour till we got to go” Chris said, shaking me. I got up finding something to wear. I decided on legging with a cropped hoodie and a larger flannel over it seeing as it would be a little colder. Mass weather at night was no joke. I go into the bathroom to change and brush my teeth quick. I walked out to all the boys sitting on my bed waiting for me.

“Lets go downstairs and get food before” I said, grabbing my phone and making my way down the stairs before the boys came booking it past me down the stairs. We all ate for a little before walking out of the kitchen towards my car. I quickly lock the doors, handing the keys to Matt.

I sat in the front, Matt driving with Chris and Nick in the back. I put on Ivy by frank ocean and Matt smiled at me putting a hand on my thigh. I felt my cheeks heat up as I looked down not wanting him to see. He left his hand there the rest of the ride. Once we get to the game we made our way into the bleachers. I took a seat next to Olivia for a minute to talk to her, the boys sat up top while some girls ran over. I finished my conversation with Olivia before walking up the bleachers to see some girl sitting in between Matt’s legs. I stop dead in my tracks, you have to be kidding me.

I rolled my eyes at Matt as I took a seat in between Chris’ legs. “Who the fuck is that.” I ask Chris angirly “Maddy, don't worry I got this.” He says before sitting up “Hey Maddy, ever think about NOT being a whore” I choked on my laugh, it was rude I didn't even know this girl.

“Chris chill” Matt said, pushing the girl out between his lap while I gave him a nasty look. “Chris can we go sit in the car” Half time had already hit, I hadn't realized how long I was with Olivia. “I'm coming” Matt said following a step behind us. I decided to just ignore his presence, he couldn't just act the way he had been and then flirt with other girls expecting me to be okay with it.

“Can we sleepover? We won't be back to your house till like ten and that's not including stopping to get food” Matt asked I shrugged agreeing still annoyed with him. We all sat in my warm car until half time was over. Chris and Nick walked together as Matt held me behind.

“Come on, what's up?” Matt asked “Oh nothing you just cuddle me to sleep, hold my leg in the car and once we are here you have some other bitch sit between your legs” I say finally taking a breath. “Are you jealous?” He steps closer looking down at me with a smirk, I shake my head going to walk away as he grabs my wrist pulling me back “If you want me for yourself just say that.” We were chest to chest and honestly he had me speechless. I sighed turning my back to him “Lets go Matthew” He ran up behind me as we walked back into the game together.

The Maddy girl would’nt leave Matt the fuck alone. I was getting pissed and it was obvious. I got up halfway through the last quarter. “Nick wanna go wait in the car?” He nodded, standing up “Lets just go” Matt said, grabbing my forearm leading me down the bleachers. Chris and Nick followed behind as Matt and I walked ahead. “Lets go out to eat and than back to yours” Nick offered and I nodded agreeing before leaning back in my seat thinking about this Maddy girl. I have never felt the weird feeling I have right now. Almost as soon as the thought was going through my head, Matt's phone lit up with a text from her. I scoffed, shaking my head and looking out the window. I had a horrible feeling about her.

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lonelostwriter · 2 years

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Just Your Roommate

Chapter 1: Mornings Aren’t My Strong suit

Ah yes. 8:48 am. You peek out your room and sigh, before blinking and turning to the soft rustling behind you. Oh. He’s awake.

“Morning Whitty.” The bomb head gives a tired wave to you.

“How-“ He cuts himself off with a yawn.

“How long have I- been asleep.” You giggle softly.

“All night. You passed out at like 9. It’s 8:50 right now.” He blinks wildly at you, genuinely surprised. His posture reads ‘holy shit’ as he processes it.

“Damn nearly 12 hours…. That’s a first. And I’ve been here what?” You shove your hands into your hoodie pockets.

“About a month?” Whitty’s mouth falls agape. Speechless. He’s been on the run for YEARS. And only slept maybe 12 hours in a set of 3 weeks??? Yeah sometimes 4. He felt refreshed and overall safe here… in your room. Even being in the house he only slept 12 a week. You made him feel safe he supposed. You chuckle at his expression. He shakes his head.

“Damn. Well it’s refreshing… who knew I needed more sleep, haha.” You snort. Looking down at your phone.

“Welp. Time to face the ram skull who caught me n G at 3 am…” Whitty chuckles, shaking his head. You simply wave him goodbye, leaving the room.

“Morning Y/N.” You blink, snapping your head up. Oh! Annie. She was up early. Normally up at 9:45 but oh well.

“Hey Ann. You’re up earlier than usual.” She shrugs with a smile.

"Eh yeah. Tabs was calling a house meeting so." You sweat nervously, hearing a noise and looking over to lock eyes with Garcello who looked... just as nervous as you. Whitty groggily waddles out your room, annoyed. He wanted to lay down longer.

"What did you and G do?"

"Ok in my defense I was getting some water cuz I had an assignment I did not do that was due at 10:15 this morning. He on the other hand scared the living shit outta me eating chips at nearly 3 in the m o r n i n g."

Whitty who was now more awake snorts, Annie looking at Garcello, who in turn was turning a dark shade of purple. You always wondered how that worked. Sometimes it'd be green, other times a natural red... or it'd be blue. Wild. Anyway Tabi stands in the dead center of the house on the bottom floor.

With how the house was set up it felt way bigger than it should for just 5 people. Truth be told you and Tabi had originally bought the house together. It gave you a lot of space for work and music and him some breathing room to plot... whatever. Then the other 3 moved in.

The house had a grand staircase that lead to the front door and a large room that branched off to the living room, kitchen, and the den. Upstairs lied most of the bed rooms, but some had been turned into activity rooms with all the excess space. That's why you got more roommates. You owned the house sure. But it felt too open. You shrug it off. You had your roommates, and were hoping for one more eventually. It was all good.

"Y/n. Garcello." Oh no there's the stern tone. You awkwardly adjust the glasses perched on your nose, Tabi glaring daggers at you- you couldn't for the love of god figure out how that worked- and your green haired companion. Awkward laughter escapes you.

"Tabs I was getting water." A moment passes before he nods, acknowledging it, before looking at Garcello directly. The other male shuffles backwards, before disappearing into his room.

"He was getting chips." Tabi sighs.

“Alright. You go ahead and get your ass to College. We’ll see you later tonight.” You nod, walking back to your room swiftly, grabbing your jacket. Coming back out the room, slipping your shoes on and grabbing your purse. You give Whitty a hug, high-fiving Annie, and then elbow bumping Tabi before grabbing your keys and backpack, both conveniently placed at the door.

The all wave goodbye, watching you close the door. Whitty ends up going to the living room and flopping there... he's probs gonna be there all day.

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Well this one was kinda short lmao.

Sorry guys :') Wasn't sure what else to add to this chapter for the most part.

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recordmcqueen · 4 years

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welp today wasnt a Total failure i def didnt get everything i wanted to get done done but hey in my defense today threw me a few unexpected curveballs and i went with it so all in all Not Bad

#allya squawks #probs gonna head to bed early tonight #so like #allya signs off #to catch up on previously missed sleep alas

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abortpawpatrol · 7 years

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Make me improvise ways to distract a group of kids from something on the fly while on a busy road and I’ll nail it without a worry.

Make me fill out an official form and I fall into level 10 depression, cry and start contemplating death as an option for the Hell on Earth that is this paperwork.

#paperwork is too official #I can't handle it #because if there's a mistake #people are probably gonna yell at you #and you get in trouble #and I just can't handle the pressure #I haven't wanted to die this much in ages #I'm so fucking tired #I've got work early tomorrow and I should head to bed soon so I get enough sleep #but I can't because I need to finish this and send this tonight #because the deadline is fucking coming up #and I'm SO FUCKING FED UP WITH EVERYTHING #school was a mistake #my whole life was a mistake #I feel sick and my head hurts and I'm probs gonna have a panic attack #and here I thought I was getting better #and that I could handle school

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snarkwriteswrasslin · 4 years

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I’d like to see what you would come up with some Soft!Wardlow HCs. 😁😁😁😁😁

OMG LOOK. LISTEN. YOU KNOW THIS MAN MAKES ME FERAL? (Shh.. I know what you’re gonna say rn.. 99.9 percent of the guys I thot over make me feral. That’s a totally different story, m’kay?) AND NOW YOU WANT ME TO THINK ABOUT THIS GIANT... BEEFY.. STRONG BOI... ALL SOFT AND SHIT? Okay, we’ll give it a try bc I love you.

Warnings: Gonna throw this out there.. There is a good chance that this good christian house is about to get just a lil filthy.. a little dirty. We’re TRYING to keep it clean but hey, shiiiit.. It does happen. OKAY> IT STAYED PRETTY TAME. THERE IS THE VAGUEST HINT OF SOFT SEXY HERE. BUT NOT TOO BAD.

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┎ Honestly, the first thing that drew you to him -aside from the glaring obvious here, is the fact that he is an amazing doggo father. And his pictures of him with said doggo on the Insta were... Just so heartwarming. See, at first, you’d written him off. The muscle. The beefy looking hot guy who happens to be best friends / the bodyguard of a walking dick with ears. So, you just let him be your eye candy, and that be that. But those pictures, man.. They totally reeled you in. And they gave you an excuse to converse. Which you did, asking about the dog whenever you saw him around, making him chuckle. “I’ll have to tell Krypo he’s got a pretty fan.”

-- BIIIIIISH.. WHEN I TELL YOU YOU LITERALLY ASCENDED ON THE SPOT. THAT IS PROBS AN UNDERSTATEMENT. You literally couldn’t respond for a good second or two, and finally, your mouth went to work. “I mean.. Krypo isn’t the only one, but hey. Good luck tonight.”

┎ The man is biiiig on flowers. Birthday? A bouquet of long stemmed deep red roses. Bad day? Roses. First date? LOTS OF ROSES. LOTS.

-- also.. also... As opposed to going out and dropping a ton on a fancy restaurant, you two went back to his place. With a hot tub and HIM.. grilling steaks. You ate by candlelight out on the deck. Soft music playing in the background. He propped his chin on his hand and listened to you ramble on and on, giving you this soft and fond smile the whole time.

-- one drink turned into the entire bottle. And you two were all cozied up in the hot tub. His arm was around you and then he ASKED you if he could kiss you. It caught you by surprise so much that you kind of giggled a little, but moved to sit in his lap. From there.. Things really heated up and you two wound up in his room upstairs. Soft glow of candle light... Gentle kisses. So much touching. His hands holding your hands over your head and flat against the pillow as he drove into you long and slow and deep. When he FINALLY finished with you, your world was totally rocked, you were wetter than you’d ever been and the sun was just starting to peek through the bedroom curtains. And then you spent over half the day in bed, cuddled up and talking, with the precious doggo at your feet.

┎ The man has the mind of a steel trap. And he loves to take care of and spoil the person he loves. So he never forgets an occasion. AND.. He makes these huge plans for every single one. He’s mastered the art of sweeping you away on some random get away and it’s always just so perfect and dreamy. He found out relatively early on exactly where you want to go the most and so far, you’ve been to at least 2 of those places.

┎ Likes to walk up behind you and pull you against him, his arms wrapping around you. Doesn’t care whether anyone has anything to say, he absolutely loves having you close. You never would’ve thought before the two of you got together that he was so affectionate, but you’re learning that yes.. yes he is.

┎ slow dancing in the kitchen at 1 am when you both wanted to get up and get a midnight snack and something to drink.

┎ LISTEN... the man gives the softest damn kisses. That last and last.. His hand on the side of your neck and caressing your cheek, staring down into your eyes. UGH. FUCKIN PERFECT OKAY?

┎ Is totally the kind of guy who will respect your boundaries. If you say you want to go slow, he’s all about it. Truth be told, he prefers to ease into things. Let them happen naturally. He’s not in some huge hurry to get in your panties. IT’s your heart he wants to get into. And he definitely does not have problems in that area.

#wardl0w

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the-dead-skwad · 4 years

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Independent Part 1 X Tig Trager X Reader

My first Sons Of Anarchy fic. I dunno what it is about Tig but damn he’s hot. I have quite a few ideas for where this is going.

Summary: You catch the eye of Tig, going on a date at a sons party.

Mentions of abuse and some fighting. Smut to follow.

You saw red as you started your bike, you tried to take a breath to calm down but it didn't work. You revved the engine and kicked the stand from under you. Your sister ran out your shop "Y/N! Please don't!" But it was too late. Smoke followed behind you.

Pulling into the parking lot you saw a bunch of men standing around. You knew exactly who owned this garage but that wasn't going to stop you. If you got your ass beat you'd be fine. You could see him talking to someone, he had his back to you which was perfect. Bikes coming in and out of the place made no reason for anyone to turn around as you stopped. You put it back on the stand and took your helmet off leaving it hanging off the handlebars. You pulled your baseball bat from its own little sheath just under the right side of your seat.

"Hey doll you okay?" One of the bikers called over to you. He had messy black hair and piercing blue eyes.

You smiled "Just fine thanks." You swung the bat round in your hand before walking towards the group of men. "HEY! TONY!" Shouting as loud as you could.

He turned to look at you "Oh shi-"

Before he could finish you swung as hard as you could, the bat connected with his cheek shattering it completely. Blood sprayed as he fell to the ground. All the men around you shouted. Before anyone could stop you you hit him again. "You think its okay to hit women?" Everyone stopped as soon as they heard you. You bent down to get closer to his face. "I'm telling you now Meg is coming to live with me. You don't call her, text her, you so much as think about my little sister again and I will kill you." You stood back up and placed your boot on his cheeky pressing his face closer into the dirt "That isn't a threat asshole. That’s a promise." You kicked him as hard as your could in the stomach before turning on your heal back to your bike. You wiped the blood off your bat on a rag hanging on the back of your bike.

"Jesus girl." The same biker looked at Tony spitting blood in the dirt "You got a swing and a half on you."

"He got what was coming to him."

"No doubt." He smiled sweetly at you."I gotta know your name."

"Gotta know or wanna know?" You winked at him "Come by my store one day. Studio next to the barbers and I'd kick that piece of shit outta here if I was you." You revved your engine before speeding out the garage.

He turned to the guy stood by him "Jesus man.. she's wife material."

Back at your studio you flicked through the bookings. Your afternoon was empty and it was your day off tomorrow. Looked like you could close up early for once. You went into the back office, your sister sat across the sofa with an ice pack on her head. "Hey bro, how you feeling?"

"My head hurts but personally I feel better. Thank you again."

"No problem." You sat at one of the desk chairs "We got a free afternoon and all day tomorrow. Wanna do something?"

"Err," She pulled a face "I'm not quite ready to go out yet. I think I'm going to get settled at yours, have a shower and watch a film."

"That’s fine. Sounds like a good plan to be honest." You stood from the chair "I've already cashed up so I'll go and lock the doors and I can take you home."

"Perfect." She stuck her thumbs up at you.

Leaning over the counter you grabbed your keys, as you turned a man stood at your door scared the life out of you. It was the biker "Fuck man." You opened the door "You scared the shit outta me."

"Sorry about that gorgeous." He leaned on the door frame.

"You're very eager." raising one of your eyebrows at him.

"There's something about you doll.. Amazing."

"Wow, thanks. The names Y/N"

"Tig." He smiled at you "Look if you aint busy tonight one of our boys is getting out tonight, throwing him a party at the club house. You should come."

"Well..." a smirk crept up your face "I suppose I could swing by."

"Want me to pick you up?"

"And give you my address? I aint that easy Tig. I know where it is."

He smiled again, his eyes were so mesmerizing "Ight, see you at like 9?"

"Sure." You leaned in, closing the already small gap between you and kissed him on the cheek. He walked away with a grin stretched across his face as you closed the door behind you. You went in the back to help your sister carry her stuff.

She frowned at you "Who was that and why you smiling so damn much?"

"Ermm.." You turned to look at her as you picked up one of her bags "I think I have a date."

"You what? The most independent woman I don't ever need a man ever has a date?" The way she spoke made you laugh "Who on earth tricked you into a date?"

"His name is Tig." You turned to say the second part under your breath "He's an SOA."

"Wait!" She tried to stop you but you ran past her to your bike. "Hey!" She ran out the studio after you "Did you just say he was an SOA?"

"Yeahhhh.." You locked the studio door and threw her bag into the back of her truck. "Look I know the rep they have. He seems nice but he probs just want to sleep with me."

"And your okay with that?"

You shrugged "A girl got needs."

"You're gross! I'll see you in like 2 minutes." She started her truck and drove off. You were in such high spirits you really fancied a detour on the bike, but you had to go home and try to find an outfit.

"No!" You threw your self on the bed.

"Stop being dramatic!" Meg was face first in your wardrobe. "You have loads of clothes!"

"I'm going to a party at the god damn sons of anarchy club house. I can't go to nice because all those hot groupies will show me up but I don't want to look like a groupie at the same time."

"Sis they are called prostitutes and you are not a prostitute now shut up and put this on." She threw a dress at you.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, black velvet dress with the sides cut out, Dr marten boots with boot socks rolled down, checkered shirt. Pretty much your entire body was tattooed which went with your outfit perfectly.

"You sure you don't want to borrow some heels?"

"I don't wear heels and I'm going on my bike."

She held her hands up "Fair enough. Well I hope you have a great time and I won't wait up."

"Yeahhh I wouldn't wait." You walked to the door.

You're disgusting!" She threw a pillow at you as you left.

-- Pulling into the parking lot you started to get a little nervous. You were so busy with the studio it had been ages since you went in a date. You pulled up in an empty spot. The music was blasting out already. People everywhere, most of them half naked women.

As you clipped your helmet to the handle bars a voice came from not far behind you. "Hey."

You turned to see Tig "Hi." You smiled at him as he walked over to you.

"You look beautiful." He passed you a bottle.

"Thanks." You took the bottle from his hands and kissed him on the cheek. He walked in with you and most people stared straight at you. You finished your drink straight away. "I'm gonna need something stronger."

"I like your thinking." He grabbed a bottle of Jack from the table and poured you a couple of shots each.

You felt instantly better. He started introducing you to all the other sons. They were all really nice to you. Some a little pervy but Tig was definitely the worst. He hardly actually looked at your face.

The night was going really smoothly. You and Tig got on like a house on fire and all the guys treated you as though you were already one of the family. As you returned from the bathroom you noticed a girl with her tits just hanging out trying to sit on his knee. You could hear what he was saying "Look miss, its real nice you got your boobies out but I have a girl with me tonight."

"Awh but you know I'm way more fun that her."

Marching over you tapped her on the shoulder "Excuse me?" She spun around and got right in your face "He said he aint interested sweetheart."

"And who the fuck are you? No one has ever said no to me."

You looked her up and down "I highly doubt that." Your comment made Juice spit out his drink.

"You his old lady?"

"I don't belong to anyone hunny."

She pushed you at the shoulders "So you aint important."

Tig stood up to stop her but you put your hand out, this was your fight "Touch me again I'll knock you the fuck out."

She did, pushing you back again. With one move you headbutted her in the nose, knocking her to the ground. She grabbed her face and started shouting. "Shut up and get out my face." You sat back down next to Tig. "Stupid bitch." You grabbed hold of the bottle of Jack on the table and took a huge swig. You lit a cig and leaned back in the chair.

"God damn girl!" Juice cheered. "Gemma's gonna love you."

You looked over at Tig who was just staring at you. "That was the sexiest thing I've ever seen." He launched at you kissing you deeply. At first it took you back but then you sank into the kiss. He tasted like cigarettes and whiskey which just made you even more turned on. Breaking the kiss you sat back in your chair and took another drag of your cig. You looked around the table to realize all the guys were all over the women they were sat with, paying no attention to you guys. You looked into his icy blue eyes, a smirk crept up your face. You could tell on his face he was thinking the exact same as you. You both stood without saying anything to anyone else around the table. He grabbed hold of your hand as he walked past some of the rooms. You stopped for a second to admire the bike on display. He spun you around so you were facing him.

"Am I boring you?"

"Not at all." You leaned into a kiss. The pace picked up fast and before you knew it he had pushed you against a door. Wrapping your legs around him he kissed down your neck.

You were so close to having sex right there in the hall way when Opie rounded the corner. "Fuck sake man... Can't you at least do that in your room."

"Fuck off."Tig's voice was muffled as he was face first in your breasts. He moved one hand off your ass and he reached for the door knob. He pushed you through the door and threw you onto his bed. He stood over you for a second and lick his lips "You ready baby."

#sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy imagine #sons of anarchy fic #sons of anarchy fanfiction #alex tig trager #tig imagine #tig trager imagine #alex trager imagine

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Teach Me How to Dougie - Leon Draisaitl

Summary: Basically one night I thought about inexperienced reader with Drai for the first time and this happened. This might be a series...so please leave a like if you enjoy it. Side note, Drai is a lil goofier than I normally would write him

Warnings: There’s no plot it’s just smut. I didn’t edit this either so there's prob a lot of grammar mistakes

You were really nervous when you started dating Leon Draisaitl. Mostly because of his reputation of being kind of a hoe. Not that that was a bad thing, he was just way more experienced than you were, which isn’t hard, considering the fact that you were a virgin. You had told him that you wanted to go slow and he respected that, but you were tired. You didn’t plan on still being a virgin, it just kinda happened - or well didn’t happen.

So you told him.

You had invited him up to your apartment after a date and you were sitting in his lap, mid makeout session when he asked if you wanted to move things to the bedroom.

“I would love to but I’m kinda, sorta, a little bit of a virgin,” you say as you feel your cheeks heat up.

“A little bit of a virgin?” he repeats.

“More like totally a virgin,” you say while biting your lip in nervousness.

“Okay,” he says.

“Okay?”

“That doesn’t change anything. I want to be with you regardless of if you’re a virgin or if you’ve slept with a thousand guys,” he says kissing you softly, “And I’d be okay if you wanted me or if you wanted to wait.”

“I don’t want to wait,” you say while leaning in to kiss him until he stops you.

“Well, we’re not doing it tonight.”

“What?” you question. Your only real experience was the movies, and we all know how terrible those are, but guys were supposed to go crazy when they find out you’re a virgin. Right?

“Well, if it’s your first time then I want to make it special. So we’re not having sex tonight. No means no, right? Goes both ways,” he says with a smile.

“Of course,” you reply with a short laugh, “And, I know you said no sex but can we still make out a little?”

“Obviously.”

~~~

A week later Leon calls you over to his house. You roll up to his driveway and see that he texted you saying his door was open. When you got inside you locked the door and called for him.

“Upstairs,” he called.

You took off your shoes and jackets and made your way up the stairs.

“Hi, baby,” he said as he closed the door and walked up to greet you with a kiss.

“Why’d you call.”

“Remember how I said I wanted to do something special for you?” he asks.

“Yeah.” “Come inside.”

When you open the door you see the room is lit with candles, and rose petals line the floor and are arranged in a heart on the bed. It was cheesy as hell but you were still touched.

“This is so sweet,” you say as you wrap your arms around him and kiss him.

“I just want you to be as comfortable as possible. All the candles are unscented cause I know they give you headaches except that one,” he points to the one on the bedside table, “that’s the one you liked cause you said it ‘smelled like a man’ so you can take it home after. And I washed the duvet-”

You have to cut off his rambles with a kiss because it’s all just perfect.

“You like it?”

“I love it. I just wish you would have told me so I could have worn something special for you.”

He shakes his head, “Nu-uh. You’re not doing anything for me, this is all for you. Shit, I should have worn something special for you. Should I run out and get a fireman costume or something.”

You laugh, “Maybe next time.”

You pull him down for another kiss. Your hands tangle themselves in his hair in an attempt to pull him close but instead, he picks you up, causing a squeal to fall from your lips. He falls on top of the bed, bringing you on top of him.

“We’re gonna go slow for a bit,” he says a little breathless. You’re not gonna lie, every time the professional athlete needs to catch his breath after you kiss, you feel proud, “you control the pace from here. Tell me what you want and I’ll do it. And if you want to stop, then just say the word.”

His voice his so soft and so sweet you could cry. He adjusts himself on the pillows and then you bend down to kiss him.

You reach up to run your fingers through his hair. You realized early in the relationship that he normally hated anyone touching his hair but for some reason, he didn’t mind it with you.

His hands tighten around your waist, flexing as your grind down on him. After a while, you start to move his shirt up to his abdomen. Getting the message he takes off his shirt from the back in that sexy way that men do. You can’t stop yourself from staring, for your first time you did pretty good.

“Take a picture. It’ll last longer,” he says.

“Sorry,” you mumble as your face heats up in embarrassment.

“Don’t be, baby. I don’t mind,” you hate that his smugness turns you on, but it does.

His hands start to move up your waist. They move under your shirt, and you allow him to move it up to your body.

“Is this okay?” he murmurs.

You nod, taking it off all the way.

“Fuck, your tits are amazing,” he moans, flipping the two of you over, “You’re so fucking pretty.”

He kisses you softly one again and then starts to move along your body. He presses kisses to your neck and shoulders, peppering his way in between your breasts. His hands reach around you to unclasp your bra. He whispers some German swears as sucks one nipple and rolls the other one between your fingers.

“Fuck, baby, you’re gorgeous,” he breathes.

He continues to kiss his way down your body, looking up at you as he gets to your jeans.

“Can I take these off,” he asks. You nod and then you feel your pants slipping off your body.

Then, his mouth in on your clothed pussy, sucking on your clit suddenly. Your leg kicks out suddenly, not expecting the shock of pleasure jolting through your body suddenly.

“Hey babe,” Leon pipes up from between your legs, “I know you’re new to this but it would really help if you didn’t give me a concussion.”

“Sorry,” you mutter, embarrassed.

“Don’t be. But, I’m going to hold your legs,” he says while gripping your hips and sliding you closer to him.

His hands hook your underwear in his fingers and he slips them down your legs. And then he’s relentless. He presses a kiss to your pussy before licking into you. You moan out his name and that spurs him on, slowly pushing a finger into your entrance. He pumps it in slowly. A few thrusts later he’s adding a second finger, causing you to whimper.

“That feel good, baby?” he asks.

You’re only capable of moaning. You can feel the smirk on his face but you can't be bothered to care, you’re getting close to your orgasm. You clench around his fingers.

“Fuck, baby, you taste so good,” he murmurs pressing a kiss to your thigh.

“I-I’m so close. Don-don’t stop,” you spit out between breaths.

“Cum for me baby.” A few moments later you cum, as Leon stays, licking you softly as you come down from your high.

“How was that?”

“Fucking amazing,” you sigh.

He laughs, “Well then wait for the rest of the show.”

“You’re such a douche, did you know that?”

“Yeah, well, you’re the one that wants to sleep with this douche,” he says with a smile, knowing you’re joking.

He takes off his jeans and then he’s climbing up to your body to kiss you.

“Are you ready for the show?”

You roll your eyes, “Yes, but if you’re going to call it a show one more time then I’ll leave.”

“How come I never knew you were this sassy.”

“Someone should pay more attention.”

He ignores you as he reaches down to press his fingers back into and scissor them to help stretch you open.

“You ready, baby?” you nod in response.

He reaches over to the bedside table to grab a condom and rolls it on himself. Soon you feel pressure as he enters you, slowly. You let out a whine as he brings he sinks in deeper. When he bottoms out you have to take a minute to breathe. Leon is peppering kisses all over your neck and shoulders.

“You okay?” he asks.

“Yeah, just give me a minute.”

“Take all the time you need,” he murmurs in your ear. And he continues to press kisses over your upper body.

A few deep breaths later you give him the okay to move and he starts to slowly pull his hips back. You gasp as he pushes back into you. He starts to speed up a little bit and you have to bite your lip to hold back your moans. His hips snap against your body.

“Stop. I want to hear you.”

The whimpers and moans that leave your mouth have you blushing but Leon doesn’t seem to mind.

“I’m not gonna last too long,” you say.

“Neither am I, baby,” He says as he starts to rub your clit, “Fuck you feel so tight around me.”

“Leon,” you moan.

“Fuck, cum baby,” he says and that’s all it takes.

Your orgasm hits you and you scream out Leon’s name. He fucks you through, extending your orgasm. With one final thrust, he spills into the condom moaning your name. After, he flops onto the bed beside you and turns his head to kiss you.

“How was that? Live up to your expectations?” he asks once he catches his breath.

“Above and beyond.”

“Man, it’s a good thing I don’t live in an apartment, although I’m sure my neighbours would’ve enjoyed the show.”

“What?” you exclaim, “I wasn’t that loud.”

“Babe, you screamed so loud I’m pretty sure Ontario heard you.”

You throw your arm over your face and groan in embarrassment.

“Don’t worry. I don’t mind.”

~~~

When you wake up the next morning you make your way to Leon’s bathroom. On the mirror is a sticky note with a message that reads I’m at practice and I’m sorry that I couldn’t be there when you woke up :( I’ll be home at 9.

You check the time on your phone, 8:30. You might as well go back to bed. He shows up about an hour later, knocking softly on the door.

“Hey, baby,” he says greeting you with a kiss. His hair is still a little damp and he smells like his body wash.

“Hey,” you reply, taking a deep breath.

“How are you?” he asks.

“I’m feeling like I want to do that about a million times over,” you reply, “But after I eat.”

“It’s a good thing I brought you breakfast.” You smile, “I knew I made a good decision dating you.”

#leon draisaitl #nhl imagine #nhl smut #leon draisaitl smut #leon draisaitl imagine #hockey writing #hockey smut #hockey imagine #hockey oneshot #edmonton oilers #teach me how to dougie #ran writes

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renjunvinates · 5 years

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From Me To You

Summary: At one point all of them liked you, but there’s someone who has kept their strong feelings for you this entire time. Different liking timelines, but one same boy. Seven anonymous letters with Seven boys, but ONE secret confession letter leaked. Who wrote the letter?

word count: 2.6k

slty masterlist - prologue 1 - prologue 2

1 Mark Lee - The Childhood Best Friend 2 Huang Renjun - The Next Door Neighbor 7 Lee Jeno - The Basketball Captain 3 Lee Donghyuk - My Brother’s Roommate 5 Na Jaemin My Brother’s Best Friend 4 Zhong Chenle - My Astronomy Partner 6 Park Jisung My Dance Parter

Mark Lee The Childhood Best Friend

I’ve known Mark ever since we were kids, so I guess maybe it can rule out of the letters but still? My childhood best friend liking me? I mean it’s like a cliche typical but still.. What a shocker. So out of these eight letters, you’re telling me one of them is written by Mark, my childhood best friend. Mark and I have been through everything together, from our first time trying ice cream to our first time underestimating highschool. He’s seen me at my worst and at my best and that also applies to him too. We’ve seen each others weakness points and strongest perks. I mean we’re best friends, but the thought of him liking me never occurred… not to mention the fact that the thought of having romantic feelings for him never occurred, so now I essentially feel bad for never returning the feelings, if he’s the one who wrote the confession letter.

“So Mark Lee, isn’t he like you’re childhood best friend?” Areumi asked.

“You know, it’s no surprise if he liked you, I mean its a typical cliche,” Jaehyun said.

“Yeah, but the real question is, does he still like me?”

“I mean if he did, how would you feel about it?” Areumi asked.

“Well, I don’t know. I mean I never thought about him like that, and even thinking about him like that, it’s a bit weird,” I replied.

“Yeah, you don’t like him, if you think it’s weird and you never thought about it, there’s probs no feelings,” Areumi said.

“Okay, well let’s figure out which letter he wrote,” I said.

“And if we do, how will we confirm it’s him?”

“Only one way, and that’s asking him, or maybe trying to make moves on him and see,” Jaehyun said.

“Okay no, I’m not gonna make moves on my best friend,”

“It’s a suggestion, you didn’t need to take it personal,”

“Well okay, let’s look at the letter,” Areumi said.

“It could be May 2nd 2015, it mentions the word “kids” so maybe it could be Mark?”

“Well what about the other 2015 one? I feel like maybe the older the year, maybe it could be him?”

“I thought about it, but that letter said sidelines, so I’m wondering if maybe it could be Jeno? I mean like I’m always cheering Jeno on the sidelines when he’s playing basketball? So that could be it?” I wondered.

“But think about it though, this was written in 2015, did you meet Jeno in 2015?” Areumi asked.

“Shit you’re right. I met Jeno in 2016 along with Jaemin,” I replied.

“Unless, Jeno knew you before 2016?”

“Ugh, this is confusing,” I complained.

“It’s definitely not the 2018, that one seems a bit recent but it doesn’t seem to hint that it would be Mark,” Areumi said.

“I don’t think the older one’s like 2016-2018 could be Mark, except maybe the 2019, but I think it’s one of the 2015,”

“Okay, so then we’ll assume it’s one of the 2015 letters, now what?”

“Well one of them says they would rather stay friends, and then the other one is expecting me to feel the same way,”

“Wait, do you buy any chance like someone at the moment?” Jaehyun asked.

My face turned red when the thought of Jeno appeared in my mind, and then I immediately brushed it off.

“No one really,” I said.

“You’re lying, you’re just like me, your ears get red when you get embarrassed or shy,” Jaehyun said.

“Wait, you’re telling me this whole time you like someone and you didn’t even tell me?” Areumi frowned.

“It’s not that big of a deal, don’t worry about it,” I replied.

“Well then, if it’s not a big deal then tell me who it is,” Areumi said.

“J..jeno,” I stuttered.

“I knew it! You’re always going to his basketball games, I thought it was because of Jaemin or Mark, but no, it’s because of Jeno,” Areumi said.

“Shut up,” I blushed.

“Poor Junnie, you always dragged him to the games even though he dislike big crowds and would rather go home and paint,”

“What, he was always eager to come with me though,”

“Yeah and it’s probs because he gets to spend more time with you,” Jaehyun snickered.

“That’s not the point, we’re here to identify which is the letter Mark wrote!”

“Well we have a movie night hangout tonight at Mark’s. Maybe you should head over there early and talk to him privately,” Areumi suggested.

“Ugh, what am I suppose to say? Uhm hey which letter did you write?”

“You can, or you can snoop around his room and find the written letter. These are typed so obviously there’s probably a written letter or diary!”

“So invasion of privacy,”

“Or not, and be bold and ask him. Just don’t expect him to be honest with you,” Jaehyun said.

“NOT HELPING,”

“Well, I’m gonna head home now and get ready for the movie night, you should head over there early and talk to Mark about it thought,” Areumi said.

“I don’t even know what to do, but I guess,” I sighed.

Areumi got up from the couch and put her hand on my shoulder and then patted it. She gave me a warm smile and then waved off and left the house. I slumped back onto the couch in defeat, frowning at the situation, Jaehyun looked at me and then decided to plopped down next to me.

“So Jeno huh,” Jaehyun said.

“Don’t even, that's the least of my worries. I don’t care if Jeno likes me back, or use to like me. It’s not going to happen Jaehyun,” I sighed.

“Since when did you even start liking him,”

“Since we met, I mean have you looked at his eye smiles they’re like the cutest things ever, but then when he’s on the court he’s like the coolest guy ever,”

“So you’re telling me that you’ve only like Jeno out of the seven?” Jaehyun asked.

I sat there thinking about it and before liking Jeno there was Renjun, but I mean I just assumed he didn’t feel that way with me. He was always so quiet and reserved and focused on art, I just never assumed he would like me. I actually just assumed he didn’t care enough about love.

“Well… I mean Renjun, but I don’t anymore. I gave up years ago, it seems like he was never interested in love and such,” I replied.

“Oh so you liked artist boy,” Jaehyun said.

“I mean not anymore, he’s cute and adorable when he draws and he’s always been there for me, but there’s no way he feels the same way about me probably, one of the letters from him is probably the letter that applies he wishes to just be friends,”

“And what if it’s not? What will you do?”

“I don’t know, re-think about it?”

“So just Jeno and Renjun?”

“I mean liking Jaemin would be weird, that’s like your best friend that would just kinda be a sin in my book and maybe in your book, liking Donghyuk is no question asks because that's your roommate, and Chenle and Jisung are like my bro’s. I can’t look at them like that, and well Mark.. we’re just best friends and I like to keep it like that,”

“I mean I don’t mind Jaemin liking you, it’s his life. I shouldn’t stop him from liking someone and stop him from how he feels, like it or not, emotions are hard to deal with, and forcing someone not to like someone isn’t right,”

“Well, I think it’s weird and besides, he such a huge flirt, I can’t even. We’re like total opposites,”

“Hey, you never know, opposites attracts sometimes,”

I looked at him and then rolled my eyes, I proceeded to get up and I dragged myself off the couch and went into my room and plopped down onto my bed. I pulled out the letters again and then re-read them again, and after re-reading them multiple times, I threw the letters aside and screamed into my pillow with frustration. It’s not like I was expecting any of them to like me to be honest, because literally why would anyone like me? I’m a hot mess, but that’s just me. After screaming and laying in bed staring off into space looking at my ceiling, I looked at the time and it was almost time to head over to Mark’s house for movie night. I braced myself and got up and went to go get ready, as I slipped on a pair of sweats and a hoodie, I grabbed the 2015 letters and shoved them into my bag and left the house and head over to his.

It doesn’t take long to head over to Mark’s house, I knocked on the door and he opened it and smiled at me and gave me a hug, in the back of my head I felt super weirded out, but I hugged him back and smiled at him. He let me in the door and told me to go up in his room and wait. I nodded and proceeded to head over into his room, I sat on his bed looking around and then the small thoughts got me. Should I look around or is this an invasion of privacy, but at this point curiosity got the better of me and I snooped around his desk looking for papers or anything that could be letter related. I got distracted and forgot the sounds that Mark entered his room he saw me and I froze.

“What are you doing?” Mark asked.

“Nothing, just thought I clean your desk, jeez Mark. Keep your desk clean,” I panicked.

“My desk is clean, what were you doing snooping around?”

“I can explain?”

“I’m not mad, it just seems unlike you,”

I was stuck in between making up more lies or wondering if i should just blurt out and ask him, but my mind went blank and I panicked and I shut my eyes harder and spilled everything out.

“Mark did you ever like me? I got home today and Jaehyun handed me 8 confession letters and they’re all dated different timelines and I don’t know one of the letters seemed like it was written from you but then again I don’t know, because I only talk to you and the other boys, so then it makes sense, but then again who would like me I don’t know what I'm saying. I just I’m sorry I didn’t mean to snoop around it’s just I really needed to confirm and I didn’t know how and I wasn’t going to ask you because I was scared you were going to lie but now that my mind is blank I’m out here babbling like a complete mess, I feel like I just messed things up,” I ranted.

“Okay, first of all, breathe, and calm down, I’m not mad. Please one thing at a time, because you literally talked to fast I lost track of what you said,” Mark replied.

“Did you ever write a confession letter to me?”

“...What makes you say that?”

“Because of this” I replied as I pulled out the letters out of my bag.

Mark took the letters out of my hand and read the letters and his eyes went ride and his face turned red and then he looked at me.

“Where did you find this?” He asked.

“Jaehyun told me it was mailed to me?”

“.. Who on earth would mail this to you?”

“That’s not the point, did you or did you not like me, and did you write one of these letters,”

“Yes, okay at one point I did like you, but that was years ago. I don’t like you anymore, and yes I did write a confession letter, but this was suppose to be a secret. I never meant it to be leaked or anything. I don’t know who the hell leaked my letter, but I don’t like you like that anymore. I look at you as my best friend, and I hope you’re not weirded out or have feelings for me because I’m sorry..”

“Which one did you write…?”

“I wrote the October 10th 2015”

“... I’m sorry I never noticed your feelings Mark,”

“I mean don’t be, it was for the best anyways, like the letter said. I rather keep this friendship than lose you,” He smiled.

“I know but still, I still hurt you in some way,”

“Don’t worry, I wrote this letter years back, I mean after months after that letter I actually got over you,”

“It’s a relief you’re over me, because yes, I don’t look at you like that,”

“Well that’s a relief then? Glad we’re on the same page,”

“So then who wrote the other letter? Do you know by chance?”

“It is true that all of us liked you at one point, and we did keep it a secret but we never showed each other our confession letters, so I’m not sure who the other 2015 is,”

“And here I thought you could help me,” I frowned.

“It’s not my job to reveal the others about their feelings either, you should know this is your thing to solve. As much as I love to help you, I won’t intervene in this because it’s not my feelings. I mean you figured out mine, but you should give the others a chance to speak like you’re doing with me,”

“But I’m scared because there’s someone out there right now who likes me currently still, and I’m scared, what if I don’t like them back? What if it’s someone I hoped it would be, but isn’t?”

“I know, but whatever happens, it’s meant to happen. Just know that we all care about you,”

“Can I get a hint at least?”

“Fine, someone who has a J in their name is still in love with you,”

“MARK THAT’S LIKE 4 BOYS WHAT THE HELL,”

“Well you eliminated me, so that’s like six to go, minus Chenle and Donghyuk thats four more left. You asked for a hint, I gave you one,” He laughed.

“This is why I favor Areumi over you,”

“How dare you, and here I was being nice and gave you a hint,” He gasped.

“Yeah? A very shitty one,” I scoffed.

“The utter disrespect,”

“Quick question though.. Why did you like me? I mean it says in the letter but still?”

“I mean listen, I liked you because you were always so forward about things, I mean yes you were a bit strong headed and stubborn, sometimes annoying and shy but it’s cute and that’s what I liked about you. I think you’re different from the other girls in a way, you’re very unique,” He laughed.

“I kinda just gagged, hearing my best friend talk about me and admiring me, disgusting. Why did I even ask,”

“You’re absolutely such a dork,”

“Yeah well you liked this dork at one point,”

“Yeah, not anymore because you’re such a prick,” He laughed.

“Insults? Okay keep it coming, we’ll see who gets the last laugh,” I smiled.

With that conversation out of the way, I felt relieved that it wasn’t my childhood best friend Mark Lee, because it would pain me and kill me if he did feel the same way, but at last it wasn’t him. So it’s settled that also Chenle and Donghyuk are not in love with me, and its either Renjun, Jeno, Jaemin, or even Jisung. But one thing is for sure, Mark Lee the Childhood best friend is October 10th 2015 and isn’t the one.

So which leads onto the next person in oldest to youngest, Huang Renjun, the next door neighbor.

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krystalsins · 4 years

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PROJECT XVI (ft. Dolan Twins)- FANFICTION

WATTPAD | RATED R

FANFIC SUMMARY:

𝗢𝗨𝗥 setting takes place in the present time. Our world. With the same famous people. And everyone else that completes our life.

The same goes for Amberleigh Anne Fleur, a seventeen year old on the road to finishing high school. Encouraged to join her peers in a fieldtrip, she encounters more than just nature, as love untangles before her in the oddest of ways.

Now in love with her first love, she knows she doesn't need anything else in the world. She's finally complete, dating one of the hottest influencers in the world.

How could life get any more perfect than that?

WARNINGS: drug abuse, violence, smut, physical/mental abuse, strong language, graphic depictions, possible mentions of suicide

CHAPTER ONE: THE BOLD COUSIN

𝗔𝗹𝗹 I had done throughout the bright, sunny Friday was stare at my cracked ceiling from my bed, with my out of tune classical guitar on one side and my dying laptop on the other.

Tomorrow's the day I'd be joining my peers for a fun, rewarding trip to the mountains after such strenuous efforts to making it throughout the entirety of senior year, and my mom had just peaked inside the room to remind me about packing the essentials.

The essentials consisted of everything you don't find in the mountains. So, two in one shampoo and conditioner packages, toothbrush and toothpaste, extra underwear and a pair of bathing suits in case we went swimming.

Right now, she was threatening me to bring food.

"Because, what if you'll starve and you have nothing to eat? Better to be safe than sorry, honey"

My mother had been in the US for a long time now, but you can still hear the thick accent of her mother tongue, a dialect with a name I can never remember.

She and my dad (also with a weird named dialect I don't remember) met in one of her trips to New York.

I can't speak it either. But I do understand it whenever they talk in them.

"It's fine, I'll just drop by the store tomorrow or something before we leave." With a slight understanding nod, she reminds me about dinner and sleeping early before leaving my room.

Standing up with the need of listening to some music, my phone buzzes once, twice, thrice, until it's falling off the stand and I catch it.

ERIKA iMessage Today 7:51PM

AMBER!

AMBERLEIGH!

COME DOWN TO YOUR FRONT PORCH. YOU GOTTA CHECK THIS OUT

With a frowning face, I push aside my window curtains to see my cousin Erika standing on our front porch.

Her parents and my parents live a few blocks from each other and we, as a family, have been to each other's houses ever since we were six.

Mom had invited her for dinner, and even though I had begged her not to, she still did.

She thought it would be nice that we got along before I disappeared in between the mountains for over a week and a half, and I didn't mind. There were just stuff and certain things that bothered me about her.

"Hey! My favourite cousin!" She stands with her arms wide open and a grin bigger than Australia.

"Don't tell me. You tried to make yourself some facial cream slash potion that somewhat works and now you want to try it on me" I say with a voice so monotone as she hugs me.

"Nope, even better"

"Your parents told you to stay home?!" I gasp and cheer in a fake, teasing manner.

"Amber." She rolls her eyes at me. "You know how we played that wooden game like, last month?"

"How could I forget" My eyes become hooded at the memory as I step aside and she strolls right in, happily. I close the door.

"That Ouija game you somehow convinced me to play with you"

"Since that was fun —"

"—It wasn't. Gave me nightmares for two weeks straight—"

"—I was thinking we could play another game" She raised her eyebrows so high I though they were gonna fall off.

"Oh no." I groan, resting a hand on my hip, knowing damn well where this was going.

She was either going to convince me about doing black magic or some sort of witchcraft that I'm not too thrilled about.

I know I haven't been the best believer, but when it came to stuff like this, it was always a 'No thank you' for me. Like my mom always says, better safe than sorry—Her long-life motto.

"Relax—"

"Erica, c'mon in!" My mom smiled at the end of the hall. "You can leave your bag in Amber's room"

"Bag?" My eyes widened. "What bag, I thought she was only going to stay over for dinner?"

"Oh, yeah" Erica flashed her braces. "My mom told me I could sleep over—"

"Lord." I sigh exaggeratedly. "Why"

Erica has always been the risk taker of the family. Always living life on the edge. Always asking for trouble... and fun. I admired her sometimes, because she always had the courage I lacked.

I, on the other hand, was the total opposite. Always playing it safe, always the one to analyse the situation and the circumstances before making a move. Never asking for trouble.

I was usually quiet too, which explains my empty love life. While I've been stuck being eighteen—turning nineteen in a few weeks— my cousin had just turned seventeen, and has already experienced more than I have.

If she had her first kiss at the age of twelve... I'll leave you guessing with the rest.

"Listen, I'm sure whatever it is that you want to try tonight, I won't say yes to, because I still have a lot of packing to do" I nod my head at her slowly, hoping she gets what I'm trying to tell her.

"Not a prob, you just go over there and do that," She motions at the entire room with her hands "and I'll be on your bed with the cards"

I cock an eyebrow at her. "Cards?"

I stand up and grab the vacuum cleaner, remembering how my mom told me nearly five times to clean my room before leaving for the field trip.

I'm not too thrilled about this either. But it has to be better than hearing whatever Erica had to say.

"Like, Uno Cards?"

Erica chortles and claps her hands twice. "No, you idiot. Tarot cards"

"Great. Another witchcraft. I'm going straight to hell"

"Oh, will you relax. Stop being such a pussy"

I roll my eyes.

"Besides, I've done it on myself this afternoon"

I ignore her as I plug the vacuum and start cleaning, picking up every item of clothing that's on the floor and tossing it on my bed to form a pile I'd have to fold later.

The loud sucking of the machine overpowers Erica's high-pitched voice, which only makes her have a sound contest with the vacuum and yell even louder.

"Okay! I'm going to start now! How about you sit down for a minute?!"

"No can doo!" I drag the vowels with an awkward smile "You heard what your auntie said!"

"Never mind, this is okay too!"

I grunt when I duck to pick up random pens and pieces of paper scattered all over the floor, as I watch her from the corner of my eyes.

Her long fingers had colourful acrylics on and wore big fat, metal rings her grand mothers used to use.

She begins shuffling and flicking the cards one behind another with closed eyes, muttering inaudible words under her breath.

It stays like this for a few seconds, and then a minute, before a few cards fall out and she takes out two more from the top.

She flips them over on the bed, placing them side by side in a straight line. Her eyes linger on every card, as her hands go back and forth straightening the cards.

The big grin she was wearing only a few seconds ago is now long gone, as she keeps a straight face.

I turn off the vacuum, suddenly interested in my fate. "What do they say?" I walk closer to peak at the cards.

"This is the most confusing pile I've ever seen" Her eyes squint, trying to decipher the message on the cards.

"Yeah, it is also your second time doing this, so..."

"Third, actually"

"It doesn't ma—"

"Look, it's basically saying that you're finally becoming independent. You're going to find your way."

"What the heck, what way"

"I don't know. Your path?"

"Yeah, okay. What else?"

"You know what?" Erica chuckles. "I'm suddenly hungry for some pie" She says and tucks the cards back into the stack. "You want some?"

"That's all it said?"

"Mhm" She hums approvingly, standing up and securing her cards with an elastic band. She shoves them into her bag.

"I'll go then, seeing that your chores are still undone. Pie awaits!"

And like that she's gone from my room, leaving me puzzled at her odd reaction.

She never left anything unfinished, not even that Ouija game we once played. She was always the one to finish whatever it is she started.

But there was a look that I'd never seen in her eyes, not in the seventeen years we've been back and forth to each other's houses.

A look of unease. Worry. For the first time ever in her life, she didn't look honest.

So what did she exactly see in those cards?

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For Sport (Matthew Sturniolo & Chris Sturniolo)

Pt 8

T.w. Smutt toxic household, all the fun things

I never wrote smut before yall im sorry

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Y/N’s POV

We got into my bedroom and I changed into an oversized hoodie and some sleep shorts, Matt took off his shirt lying in the bed. “Matt, I don't want to talk about it. Not right now” I said turning my back towards him, after five minutes of no reply I turned back over to see his eyes trained on me. I don't know how it happened but within seconds our lips were locked in a passionate make out session. Our tongues fought for dominance as Matt's hand kept a tight grip on my hip and mine in his hair.

His hand started making its way towards my thighs and onto my ass, I rolled on top of him so I was straddling him as we continued to make out. I slowly started to grind my hips into him which caused him to grown and it was almost like I flipped a switch because almost as soon as I was on top of him he was flipping me over as he was on top of me, his hand made its way down to the waistline of my shorts as he started tugging on him a lifted my hips sp it would be easier for him to take them off. “Are you sure?” he asked, looking up at me as he made his way down to my soaked core. I started nodding yet “I need words princess” He ripped my shorts off like his life depended on it. “Fuck yes Matt” he started plunging his middle finger into me and I immediately started moaning, he reached his hands up putting his fingers into my mouth “shh, we dont need your dad hearing” I squeezed my eyes shut as he continued fingers me. He started rubbing circles on my clit with his thumb causing me to bite down on his fingers. He groaned, causing me to look down at him, making direct eye contact with him. He had been staring at me the entire time. “M-Matt i'm close” i said around his fingers “Come on sweetheart, cum on my fingers” With how deep and sensual his voice was I was immediately undone as he continued pumping me with his fingers through my high. He retracted his fingers licking them up which caused me to almost immediately get wet again.

“Come on let's go to bed” he said as he put my underwear back onto me. I nodded knowing he was still angry, he curled up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist pulling me closer.

The next morning I woke up, Matt still had his arms pulled around me and I felt a bulge on my butt reminding me of the night before I smiled to myself and started shaking him awake. “Matt, get up, you have practice.” I said as he started getting up from the bed “Okay, Ill text you after pickle” he slipped his shirt over his head before coming over and kissing the top of my head “Okay” was all I could manage to say. I didn't know what I was feeling, after last night and the kiss on my forehead I was just confused. I picked up my phone and immediately sighed.

Mom-

Home today or I am sending the cops again.

I sighed laying back into my bed, My dad didn't have custody of me so if I didn't go to my mothers when she wanted me to she would call the cops on my dad. I could not do that to him again. I got up throwing my shorts back on walking down the stairs ``Dad, she's making me go back for tonight” I said walking into the kitchen, he put down his coffee looking up at me “Okay, its one night you'll be back tomorrow after school. I'll tell her I need your help this week” I nodded, walking over to him and wrapping my arms around him. “I may want to leave school early tomorrow if tonight goes bad” He nodded looking down pulling me out of the hug to look at him “So you know to text me, call me, you'll be leaving as soon as you want” My dad was my best friend, he always knew the what I needed to hear. I pulled out of the hug going to the pantry and grabbing a granola bar and going back up stairs to clean my room.

I put on Les by a childish gambino and started picking up the boys' clothes all around my room. I threw them into the wash and finished cleaning up my own clothes. I pick up my phone and decided I would finally answer my mother.

Y.N-

Ill be there for dinner.

I set my phone down and finished my room. Once the boys' clothes were done I folded them and put them in one of my empty drawers in piles by whose clothes they were. I finally finished my room just in time for Matt to be out of practice.

Matthew-

Hey Pickle, wyd tonight?

Y/N-

I have to go back to my moms.

Matthew-

I'm sorry, Can we talk about last night?

I sighed looking at the message afraid of what he had to say

Y/N-

Yeah ofc

Matthew-

I just don't want you to regret it, I wanna make sure you're okay with what happened.

Y/N-

Trust me I'm more than okay with what happened

I placed my phone down glad that was all that conversation was about, I turned on my TV as background noise so I could take a nap before going back to my moms.

I finally got into my car after waiting until eight and made my way to my moms hoping this would just be a night of her sending me to my room and not arguing with me. I walked into her house, “Hi mom” I said, placing my keys on the table “Can't you see I cleaned the house, hang your keys up” I picked them back up sighing as I hung the keys up “What did you do this weekend?” she asked I turned to look at her “I had homecoming” She snapped her head up towards me “Why didn't you tell me” I rolled my eye at her “I texted you all weekend asking you to come for pictures” She looked down at her phone shrugging her shoulders looking back towards me “Its a shame you quit soccer, you look like your getting out of shape” She stared into my soul saying that and I was just taken aback “Thanks” I turned around walking into my room. I turned my phone off because I just knew I needed to go to sleep to get back to my dads faster.

I woke up the next morning turning my phone on to see multiple missed calls from all the triplets, haylee, and olivia. I decided I would just speak to them at school, I put on a pair of dark gray sweatpants and the tightest cream-colored cropped long sleeve top I have, just to show my mom how I was still in shape. I threw my hair into a messy bun and put on all my jewelry before grabbing my bag and walking out of my room. “I'll see you next sunday” was all my mother said and I couldn't help but smile knowing that meant I would be with my father for the next week. I slipped into my uggs and went out to my car making my way to school.

As soon as I entered the doors Haylee immediately ran up to me “What happened last night, you just died. Even Nick and Chris came asking me about you” I giggled at how the boys didn't like Haylee but still went to her to find out about me “I was at moms, turned off my phone and went to bed” She nodded and we had small talk as she told me what happened at the party after I left besides Maddy crying.

After my first two math classes Olivia came running up to me in the hallway “Y/N We really need to talk” She said just as Chris ran up behind me grabbing my sides “Hey buddy, Come on Ill walk you too class” I nodded looking back at Olvia ``We'll talk at lunch ok?” She nodded looking unsure which really worried me. Once me and Chris made it to my class he started running down the hall because he was going to be late to his own class.

I sat in class for almost all of the two periods before I texted Matt to meet me in the hall. “Hey princess” He said pulling me into one of the corridors that was empty and putting me up against a locker “Hello Matthew” He leaned down connecting our lips for a minute before pulling away “I say we have some alone time after school, just me and you at your dad hey?” I nodded agreeing “I think i'm gonna leave after lunch and I'm only staying for that to talk to Olivia” He nodded staring into my face “Ill leave with you” He pecked my lips again before finishing his sentence “Ill text my mom to dismiss me after lunch”I agreed before pushing him away saying we had to go back to class as I started to walk away he smacked my ass “Matthew!” I yelled out of shock before fully walking away.

I finished the period out and made my way to lunch with my backpack ready to leave after my talk with Olivia “Hey livvy, what did you have to tell me?” She stood up dragging me out of the lunch room by my hand “Okay I dont know whats going on with you and Matt but I know how you feel about Maddy and they were making out at the party after homecoming” She spit all that at me without taking a breathe and it took me a second to register her words. I felt sick, I know I'm probably just stupid and should have seen it coming but how could I, right after he made out with her he hooked up with me.

All I could do was nod at Olivia before turning around and walking straight to where my car was. I started it and immediately let my tears flow. I finally like someone after Jackson put me through hell for three years. I finally had some type of emotion for twenty four hours and it was dead. I picked up my phone texting Matt, my dad and I are going out of town and he could come over another day. I didn't know how to deal with this and I sure as shit wasn't going to tell him how I felt.

I got home after crying in my car for a half an hour and crawled up to my room thanking god my dad wasn't home and I didnt have to talk about it. I looked down at my phone seeing texts from Haylee, Olivia and Matt. I wanted to throw up, I felt dumb thinking for even a second I was going to have anything with Matt.

I crawled into my bed and put my phone on do not disturb, deciding it was just better to take a nap than deal with my own emotions. I also decided it was better to have Chris here than be by myself. I texted Chris to come over without Matt knowing when he was done with school and he was confused but agreed. I finished by telling him I would be sleeping so to just come up to my room. As I drifted off the sleep I was trying to figure out whether or not I was going to tell Chris what had happened.

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#chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #matt sturniolo x you #chris sturniolo x you #chris sturniolo x reader

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Chapter 5

“I walk through this world, just tryna be nice

They say I'll get hurt, if I'm not like ice

I know I've got friends, I still get so lonely

If I look in your eyes, I'll want you to hold me

I'm sorry that I care, care

It's really not that fair, fair

I can't help but care”

-- Feeings, Hayley Kyioko

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“Yo! Penelope! Wait up!” MG yells from across the dining hall as he jogs to catch up with Penelope.

Penelope stops, letting the sea of exiting students pass by her.

After ending their impromptu spell lesson in the woods with a literal bang, Penelope hadn’t returned to classes, opting to spend the remainder of the afternoon buried deep within the comforting stacks the library instead. Book had always been a bit of a sanctuary for her. No matter the time nor the place, they were ever constant. A reliable anchor in the chaotic sea of Penelope’s life.

Once leaving the Salvatore School and becoming nomadic, books— non-magical books— were a real luxury. Sure, there was always an abundance of ancient spell books laying around and Caroline loved to surprise Hope and Penelope every so often with an obscure text on mythical rituals and covens. But anything that fell outside of those realms was rare at best.

The only book that Penelope had managed to keep amongst her few belongings-- besides her journal-- was a mangled copy of Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. It had been a one-month anniversary gift from Josie. A simple paperback version so that she didn’t have to lug around her first edition hardcover copy whenever she felt like re-reading it. It was her favorite. Not only within the series but possibly out of all the books Penelope had ever read. There was just something so oddly reassuring about the story itself. The ability to go back in time and right the wrongs of the past.

Although Penelope had had to make the gut-wrenching decision to leave the book behind-- opting to take Josie’s yellow sweater instead-- she did remember that there was a stray copy of the book hidden away deep within the school library in the section where all the modern books with pop-culture references to witchcraft lived. And after locating it, she had curled up in one of the free wingback chairs and allowed herself to get lost within its pages.

Sure, it wasn’t the most productive use of her time-- especially given the ever-present countdown ticking away in the back of her mind-- but one that still needed nonetheless. A little extra reassurance that just maybe there would be a happier ending to their story this time around.

But after an hour or two of non-stop reading, Penelope’s hunger had gotten the best of her and she decided to wander down to the dining hall for an early dinner. And to her luck, it had been almost deserted, with only a few young students sprinkled throughout the hall.

The plan had been to eat quick and then retreat back to the safety of her own dorm room in the hopes that maybe Josie would be true to her word and swing by later. In and out. Unnoticed. As if it were just another day at Salvatore.

And for the most part, it had been successful… Until now.

“Hey, I’ve been trying to track you down all day,” MG says slightly out of breath. “What’s going on?”

“What’d you mean?” Penelope responds, trying to mask the growing ball of nerves within her stomach.

“What’d I mean?? Pen, you were all set to up and peace out of here last night. You swung by my room to say goodbye and yet… You’re still here. What gives? I thought you were done with this place?”

“I changed my mind.” Penelope holds her breath and silently says a prayer that MG will accept her answer at face value rather than digging a little bit deeper.

“You mean Josie changed your mind.”

“No… Not exactly… I just…” Penelope fumbles over her words, but it doesn’t matter. MG’s eyes light up with an all-knowing spark regardless.

“Ah… I knew it! I… knew… it! You two are the freakin’ modern-day Romeo and Juliette man. Star crossed lovers. Destined to be together no matter what happens and all that shit.”

“MG…”

“No, seriously Pen. That’s you and Josie. You guys give the rest of us hope, you know?”

“Please tell me you aren’t still hung up on Lizzie.”

“A boy’s gotta dream,” MG responds with a bit of shrug.

Penelope sighs. She shouldn’t do it… Just let sleeping dogs lay. It will all work itself out in time. MG will meet another vampire-- a transfer student from Denmark-- during his senior year at Salvatore, fall head over heels in love and forget all about his unhealthy obsession with the blonde-haired siphoner. The two will end up getting married and even go on to have an adorable baby boy who shares MG’s infectious smile. She really shouldn’t. But--

“Piece of advice?”

“Always from you.”

“Pick a different dream.”

“But--”

“Trust me on this, MG.” Penelope reaches out and places her hand down on MG’s shoulder, locking eyes with him as she does. “Pick a different dream.”

It takes a moment to sink in but then slowly MG’s face transforms into a look of common understanding. He gives a nod in return.

“Good,” Penelope replies and offers up a sympathetic smile. It isn’t much but it’s all she can think of doing without further crossing the line. “I’ve got a mountain of reading to get through tonight, so maybe we can continue to catch up in the morning? Over breakfast?”

“Yeah sure.”

“Great.”

“Oh, wait! Pen, there’s something else,” MG says with a sudden urgency to his voice. “It’s Hope.”

“Hope? What about her?”

“Dunno. Think she got some bad news about Landon or something. She seemed pretty choked up last I saw her. Like she had been crying. Figured you might wanna know.”

“Shit. Malivore,” Penelope mutters under her breath.

“Maliv- What?”

“Nevermind… Thanks for the heads up.”

“Yeah, no prob--” But Penelope doesn’t wait for MG to finish his sentence before taking off out of the dining hall and diving straight back into the sea of students.

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“Mikaelson! Open up,” Penelope bangs against Hope’s dorm room door a few minutes later sweaty and out of breath.

“Go away, Penelope,” Hope answers back, voice trembling with tears.

“Not happening.” Penelope waits for a minute or two for any sign of a further response but is only met with silence. She lets out a frustrated sigh. “Fuck.”

Penelope takes a giant step back from the dorm room door and shuts her eyes. “Aperi ianuam.”

BANG.

The dorm room door flies open and slams against the wall causing Hope to jump out of her skin. “What the fuck?! Did you just use magic to break into my room?”

“Relax,” Penelope replies. “I do it all the time… Or I used too… You get what I mean.”

Penelope crosses the threshold into Hope’s room and then mutters an incoherent phrase under her breath. The door shuts close followed by an audible click. “See? Good as new.”

“Not the point.” Hope settles herself back onto her bed. She swipes at her eyes with the sleeve of her cardigan, in an attempt to mask all traces of her tears. But it doesn’t matter. Penelope already knows. Six years of spending every single moment side by side with the Tribrid and she doesn’t need much in regards to cues. All it takes is a slight quiver on the end of a word or a brief flash of raw emotion buried deep within those golden eyes. That’s all. And Penelope can piece the rest of the puzzle together.

Every time.

“Move,” Penelope says as she climbs onto the bed and wedges herself next to Hope.

“What are you--”

“No seriously… Move over.” Penelope gives Hope a nudge in the ribcage with her elbow and Hope obliges. “God, you’re such a bed hog.”

Hope shoots Penelope a hard eye roll. “Am not.”

“Oh, you so are, Furball. And a mad cuddler too, but we’re not gonna get into that one right now,” Penelope replies and slumps her head against Hope’s shoulder. It’s a selfish move… Especially given that this isn’t her Hope, but at the moment, she doesn’t care. It’s been beyond a day and her skin itches with the need for just a little bit of familiarity. “Right now we’re gonna talk about why you are hiding out in here and crying.”

“I wasn’t--”

“Let’s skip bullshit, okay? You were. And it must be about something pretty big cause you brought out Mr. Bearrington.”

Hope’s eyes instantly glance towards her nightstand where a raggedy old teddy bear sits slumped over on top of a pile of textbooks. “How did you…”

“I told you, Mikaelson,” Penelope says with a hint of a smirk. “I know you.”

“God, this is so weird.”

“You’ve got no idea.”

A momentary silence settles within the room as Hope leans over to the nightstand and scoops up the teddy bear. She rubs her fingers in methodical circles along the stuffed animal’s threadbare ear over and over again and Penelope knows that this is her cue to sit tight and wait.

Words will come. They always do. It’s just a matter of giving Hope the proper amount of time and space needed to wade through her inner tumultuous sea of thoughts and emotions first.

Another minute or two passes by and then--

“Okay,” Hope says, breaking the silence. She stops rubbing the teddy bear and sighs. “You’re right. I was crying.”

“About Landon?”

“Landon?” Hope asks with a sudden quirk of her eyebrow.

“Yeah. I thought… MG mentioned that you… Wait. This isn’t about Landon?”

Hope out a bark of a laugh. “No… God no. It’s not about him… But I guess it could be. It depends on how you look at it.”

“Alright… So… If it’s not about Landon, then who…” Penelope trails off as a wave of clarity all but blindsides her. She doesn’t need to finish her sentence because she already knows the answer.

In fact, they’ve had this same exact conversation before. Except for the first time when it happened, they had been sitting on the rooftop at 3 am in Paris and halfway through their second bottle of Jack Daniels. It had been on the night that Caroline had let it slip that Lizzie was dating someone new… A Romanian witch named Violet.

At first, Penelope didn’t think twice about it. Caroline was always providing them with tidbits of information from the world that they once called home. And that specific comment had seemingly been no different than the rest. Just another brief update intermixed within their normal dinner conversations.

After it was said, though, Penelope noticed that Hope’s entire demeanor had instantly changed. She seemed off with a look upon her face that was only reversed for those rare moments when her emotions were too strong to hide from the outside world.

So Penelope did what she always did in those situations when she needed Hope to open up. She guilty tripped the Tribrid into joining her for a nightcap at a local pub and proceed to all but pour shot after shot down Hope’s throat.

It took six shots in total. Six shots to crack through Hope’s stoic facade and finally get to the real root of the problem. Hope had indeed been thrown off by the news about Lizzie.

But it wasn’t until four hours later when they had stumbled their way back home and ontop their apartment rooftop, did Hope reveal the full truth to Penelope. She had been head-over-heels in love with Lizzie Saltzman since she first time she had laid eyes on the blonde-haired siphoner.

The conversation that followed was one of the best-- and most honest-- conversations that the two of them ever had with each other. It had, in short, be a turning point for their relationship. The moment where they transitioned from friendship into something so much more.

“I know you said you can’t reveal too much about the future, but can I ask you something?”

“Sure. Anything,” Penelope responds without missing a beat.

“Do I…” Hope pauses for a moment and lets go of a breath of air. “Do I ever end up getting together with Lizzie?”

The question cuts deep. Ripping straight through Penelope’s soul.

God, how the hell is she supposed to answer this? It’s such a simple yet complex question.

Penelope blinks away a hint of tears from her eyes and then forces a reassuring smile upon her lips. “Let’s say that if you both had had the chance to, you and Liz would’ve been together in a heartbeat.”

“She goes by Liz?” Penelope nods and Hope matches her smile. “Liz… I like that.”

“Yeah. The name fits her… At least the future her.”

Hope slinks down a bit, resting her head against the top of Penelope’s and once again exhales. “I was crying because… I think I’m in love with Lizzie Saltzman.”

“Oh, you are.” Penelope yawns and cuddles in closer, nuzzling up into Hope like she has done countless times before. “And she’s madly in love with you too, Mikaelson.”

“She is?”

“Without a doubt,” Penelope mumbles as her eyelids slowly succumb from the sheer emotional weight of the day. “Okay. My turn to ask you something.”

“Of course. What is it?”

“Would you mind if napped here for a bit? It’s been a crazy long day and just that I can barely keep my eyes open… But if it’s too weird or strange, I can always--”

“Stop,” Hope cuts Penelope off and proceeds to reach down to the foot of the bed and grabs a blanket for the two of them. “Of course you can.”

“Thanks.”

“But if you start to snore, I’m kicking your ass out,” Hope replies with a yawn as well.

“You’re the snorer, Furball. Not me,” Penelope whispers already half-sleep.

Hope shakes her head with a look of amused annoyance and then wraps her arm around Penelope as she gets comfortable. “So freakin’ weird.”

#posie #josie x penelope #josie saltzman #hope mikaelson #hizzie #penelope park #legacies #wlw #fanfic #ao3

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moontheweirdvoid · 4 years

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The Big Chicaghoe Ch.2

Chapter 2

Moon went back to her shared apartement, where she lived with Severide and Jay Halstead, "I'm home!", she called out and heard some choked moans come from Jays room. She chuckled to herself before getting into the bathroom to take a shower, standing under the hot stream. "Moon did you bring food?", Jay called at the bathroom door after a good 10 minutes,"Nope, we can get some though give me a sec.", she called back before finishing off showering and getting dressed. She headed out with her hair still damp, resulting in her natural curls showing. "Oh yes what a sight I love to see.", she smirked as she came into the kitchen and saw Jay shirtless, grabbing onto his belt buckle she pulled him towards her and engulfed him into a deep kiss. "Hello to you too.", he chuckled afterwards and she smiled,"Jay, man, I'll just borrow one of your shirts.", Ruzek said as he came out of Jays bedroom and Moon cocked an eyebrow. "You fucked my babyboy?", she asked before she heard another voice coming out of the bedroom,"Alright which one of you idiots hid my panties?", Erin called and Moon's eyes whidened. Jay chuckled lowly before pulling her into another kiss and before she could process it Adam came closer and stole her from the other detective in a kiss. "I'm sorry babygirl we wanted to wait but we didn't know when you'd be home.", he muttered an apology and she smiled lightly. "Guys seriously we just had like 3 rounds stop molesting poor Moon.", Erin said as she came out and the black haired shrugged,"You'll never hear me complain about a hot boy sandwich.", she simply answered before turning around to look at Jay,"Wanna just order take-out? I don't feel like cooking.", she suggested and he nodded.

Not long afterwards the two boys and Moon were sat on the couch munching on their food, Erin had left to meet with a friend. "Anything interesting happening this evening?", Jay asked and Moon shrugged,"Not too sure. Matt and I will meet in Mol-", she was cut off by her phone that signaled a text coming in.

Sev♡:'Suggested Matt to just take him home with me, we're grabbing booze and beer on the way. Need food?'

Moon:'Jay, Adam and I already ate. How long til you're home?'

Sev♡:'Shift is 2 more hours and then we'll shower here...probs like 3 hours.'

Moon only send back a 'K. Ly.' before putting her phone away and leaning against Jay. After they were done eating Ruzek left as well and Moon cuddled more into the Detective,"M' tired.", she muttered and he pulled a blanket over her,"You can nap until they're here.", Jay said reassuringly and she nodded, burying her face deeper into his chest. "You're the best.", she slurred before falling asleep.

Severide, Jay and Moon had this strong friendship that made them all pull through despite the burdens they carried, it was a deep love that united them and made their bond something special. All three of them often got mistaken as a couple, but that didn't bother them much.

Moon slept really unsteady, trembling and whimpering every now and then, her trauma resulting in nightmares, similar to Jays PTSD. He grabbed his phone with the least movement he could and texted Severide to come in quietely, startling her out of her sleep never being a good idea. Once they came in Jay gently nudged Moon,"Hey babe, you need to wake up.", he whispered and she opened her eyes before yawning. "Oh god how long have you been here?", she asked a bit panicked and Matt shook his head,"We just came in don't worry. Hi by the way.", he smiled before setting the beer down. "Okay...I'll just go get my hair in order.", she mumbled and got up, taking their food trash with her as she passed by the kitchen on her way to the bathroom downstairs. "Hey hun.", she muttered towards Severide who was unpacking his and Matts food,"Hi, you okay?", he asked and she nodded before kissing him shortly,"I emptied a whole box of noodles.", she pointed out proudly and he smiled,"That's good.", he answered and they locked eyes,"I love you Sev.", she said clearly and his smile whidened,"I love you too, little one, now do what you wanted to do before they suspect us fucking in here."

After having brushed out her hair the woman went over to the men again, they had turned on the game which she didn't care too much for and she busied herself with mario kart on her phone, cuddled into Jays side. That was until his phone rang,"Hey Will what's up?...What the hell?...Yeah of course, see you in a bit.", he hung up and groaned,"Natalie kicked him out because he has a weapon for self defense. He asked if he can crash here, that's okay, right?", Jay explained and asked and Moon as well as Severide nodded,"Must be really rough for him. Whose bed is he gonna take?", Moon asked and Severide shrugged,"Bet he'd be most comfortable in Jays and then we can switch who sleeps with who for the nights after that.", he suggested and the other two agreed. "I'll head home then, you seemed really tired and I don't want to keep any of you up. Thank you, Moon.", Matt smiled and she smiled back,"You have my number, Lieutenant.", she purred the last word and pressed and innocent kiss to his cheek before escorting him to the door. Right in the moment he left, Will arrived,"Hey Will, come here.", Moon hugged him tightly before letting him in.

"I don't want to be rude but I'm starting early tomorrow and should really get sleep, good night guys.", she yawned before shortly kissing Severide and Jay, giving Will a kiss on the cheek before getting upstairs into her room. At roughly 3 AM the door to her bedroom opened and she looked up from her laptop, to her own disappointment she hadn't been able to sleep so she did some things for work. "Why are you still up?", Jay asked as he came in and closed the door behind him. "I could ask you the same question.", Moon shot back and shuffled a bit to Jay could get into bed with her. He took off his shirt and pants before doing so, he climbed in and pinned her to the bed, distracting the Doctor with an intense kiss while closing her laptop and putting it on the bedside table. "Enough work for tonight. You need to be back up in 4 hours.", he mumbled and she nodded. Cuddling into each other they both eventually managed to get some sleep.

#TheBigChicagHoe #chicago med #chicago fire #chicago pd #jay halstead #kelly severide

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graveyard-tales · 6 years

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Just Everyday Things.

@zorotrash

“Sugar?” Robin asked, holding out the small porcelain container, the little white cubes all aligned neatly. Brook held up his hand and politely declined. As she knew he would. Morning tea, before the rush of breakfast started, was becoming a nice routine with Brook. “It’s quite chilly this morning.” Robin held the cup in both her hands, letting it warm her fingers. This particular set, with it’s purple and blue floral design, thin green stems in a watercolor style paintings, was her favorite. “We must be passing near a winter climate.”

“Indeed.” Brook agreed taking ahold of the cup, bringing up the small plate with it in his other bone hand. He hummed after his first sip and set the set down again. “Ah, fine tea on a cool morning really warms the body.” Robin smiled softly knowing the joke that was to follow. “Or it would if I had a body to warm! Yohohohoh!” It wasn’t the first time Brook made this joke. Robin just sipped from her own cup, closing her eyes and basking the warmth that flooded her chest.

“Isn’t it too early for your cackling.” They both nodded towards Sanji as he stepping within the room. “Good morning Robin, love. Did you sleep well?”

“I slept so soundly I didn’t even wake to anyone farting in their sleep.” Brook laughed again and Robin couldn’t help but chuckle along.

“Not you, you uncouth, undead, musty bastard!” Sanji turned to lock the door he just entered, muttering about Brook’s answer before making his way to the kitchen. “I’d offer to make you some tea but I see you’ve already beaten me too it. Is there anything you’d like to request for breakfast?”

“Ah, I would like ice cream with hot fudge, please.”

“Dammit Brook I wasn’t asking you. And like hell I’m gonna be surviving that for breakfast when it’s cold as hell.”

“It’s a shame it’s not a hot morning then.”

“I’m not serving ice cream for breakfast at a-” Sanji was cut off by a loud noises thumbling along outside, footsteps storming their way towards them.

“Seems our captain is awake.” Robin commented needlessly which was followed by a loud smack of the door. Luffy whining on the other side. She could picture the pout perfectly at Luffy’s realization the door is locked.

“Sanji-”

“Breakfast will be done in a bit, go aw-”

“What about before breakfast, breakfast?”

“You’ll eat when everyone else eats Luffy. Go wash up.”

“But-”

“No buts!

“Sanji-”

Brook and Robin shared a look, smiling and quietly laughing at the argument across the room and beyond the door. It was nice to have routines.

Zoro always found the perfect places to nap. On hot days it was always in the shadiest part of the ship but also where the breeze was still flowing through. On cool days, like today, he was the against the stairs, protecting him from the winds but also basking in the sunlight. No matter where though, Zoro had a particular position to sleep in. Chopper could never understand why, it never looked like a particularly comfortable way of sleeping.

However it did have one advantage. While it may seem like an uncomfortable position for Zoro, his lap was always open. And no matter how much Zoro would grumble, he never pushed Chopper away. The others had remarked about how cool it was today but to Chopper it was perfect, if not little warm. Perfect napping weather he thought. Of course to Zoro all weather is perfecting for napping. So Chopper made his way towards their swordsman.

But just as Chopper crossed the grassy flooring Luffy swung in from upper deck. Zoro grunted and cursed as Luffy fell right into his lap, laughing carelessly as he did so. But like Chopper, Zoro never pushed Luffy away either. So Chopper just watched as Luffy snuggled in Zoro’s lap, head on his shoulder and Zoro relaxing as he did so.

“Did our captain steal your seat?” Chopper looked over his shoulder at Robin. She had her nose in her book as she sat at the small table, an amused smile on her face. Chopper tried not to pout. “I’m sure there is room for one more don’t you think?” And before Chopper could even answer her, hands sprung up beside him.

He squealed as he was tossed from one pair of hands to another and another, and lands right in Luffy’s lap. His cheeks were warm, feeling a little embarrassed being tossed around like that. Aside from a small giggle, Luffy or Zoro opened their eyes. But, on his back with his head laid against Luffy’s chest, Zoro gently placed his hand over on Chopper. And with the warm, comforting weight of Zoro’s hand and Luffy breathing evenly, he couldn’t find it in him to even think about complaining.

“Hey Nami?” Usopp found her among the small cluster of trees. The green orbs hanging off of them, barely noticeable among the leaves. She just hummed, acknowledging she heard him as she continued to water the tangerine trees. “I’m gonna plant some of these along the edges if that’s alright with you.” Nami looked over to him and frowned at the basket he was carrying.

“They look like vines.” She remarked flatly.

“They crawl but I’ll post them and keep them trimmed back.” Nami arched her brow curiously, setting down the hose as she walked over to him.

“They’re not going to bloom into some cannibalistic, fanged monster plant that’ll bite at me every time I walk by, right?” Usopp just snorted and shook his head. While he did grow several plants that had various battle uses. It wasn’t the only thing he grew. While away, Usopp had grown quite fond of gardening and loved tending to many different plants. Plus, he made sure to keep the bed of “dangerous” plants away in fear of Nami’s wrath.

“They help ward off some insects. I think it’ll help keep them from coming for your tangerines as they ripen.” Nami aw’d, her hands gently brushing along the leaves while examining the plant.

“Alright” she agreed, stepping back and picking up the hose to continue her watering.

“Great! I’ll set them along where I want to plant them and see if you have any prob-”

“However-” Usopp looked over and shivered as she glared at him, familiar threatening smile gracing her lips “if you fail to keep them in place and they strangle my trees, no one on this ship will be able to save you.”

“R-right. Gotcha. I’ll make sure they’re on the very edge of your tangerine bed.” Usopp chuckled nervously. Nami just smiled, pleased he understood before moving her attention back on the trees. If there was one thing Nami was protective of, aside the belis she got her hands on, it was her trees.

“Hey Soul King.” Franky called out to Brook, holding up his guitar as he got his attention.

“A duet? How exciting.” Book stood to face him and brought his violin into position. “Do you have a song in mind?”

“It’s your pick, musician.” Franky winked and sat down. He had modified his guitar after they reunited. Made his bigger so he didn’t have to use the smaller, interior hands. It was tricky getting the cords right but he was able to get it tuned the same way a normal guitar was, the sounds was a little different but not so much it bothered Franky. Of course seeing the giant guitar, at least in comparison, Luffy, Chopped and Usopp had marveling and chatted excitedly over it.

With a nod, Brook began without saying anything. Franky picked up as soon as he recognized the tune. And as expected, as they played, the crew started to gather around. Luffy swooped in with a holler, tonight's dessert smudged on his chin. He probably batted those big brown puppy eyes at Robin. Not that he needed to, she was always willing to share all her food with him if he asked.

Usopp and Chopper were quick to join Luffy as he danced around Brook. They musician laughing merrily as they fumbled about. Brook was always happiest in these moments. He lacked everything that was required to show it facially but there was never a question about it. The very air around him spoke of how content he was.

Franky smiled at Robin as she sat next to him, her book in hand as usual. Nami cried in protest when Luffy’s rubber hand snaked up and dragged her into their dance but she didn’t pull away. Chopper laughed away when Sanji lifted him in the air after he was dragged in as well. Zoro, of course, rested back with his eyes closed and arms cushioning behind his head. But he was smiling that soft amuse smile of his.

To Franky, it was by far his most favorite way to end the day.

#StrawHat Pirates #Monkey D. Luffy #Nico Robin #Roronoa Zoro #Tony Tony Chopper #Franky #Nami #Usopp #Sanji #Dead Bones Brook #I hope this is what you're looking for #and it brightens up your day #I'm sorry for you troubles and hope things smooth out for you soon

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