look at this jersey with hearts

speedsterunlimited  asked:

Wow! The top 10 outfits for Minako were crazy! I love your comments Audrey XD Could you do a 10 ten for Makoto please? 💚💚💚💚

I hope you’re ready for the high waisted pants appreciation post, because that’s what it’s going to be. 

10. This is the ultimate Mom Friend look. She is just going out to run some errands and wants to know if you want anything from the grocery store while she’s out. 

9. Mom Friend: Summer Edition, a very similar look but for warmer weather. The loosely tucked shirt says “oh this old thing I just threw it on very casually” but is actually meticulously crafted. 

8. Serving up ice cream but also serving up LOOKS, correct? 

7. Wholeheartedly accepting her color motif into her heart and wardrobe. This ensemble screams “I am the reincarnated guardian of the planet Jupiter, born on this earth as a human.” 

6.  A lot of Mako’s look trend toward the femme side of things, but this one outfit is the tomboy within saying “hey today is the day we wear a hooded jersey with a baseball cap” and Makoto (who has learned to accept herself with the help of Usagi) says “hell yes it is.”

5. This might possibly be an outfit of Miss Haruna’s, but truly this outfit belongs to anyone who can pull it off. It’s like the Excalibur of clothing. 

4. The shorts are layered over the shirt, which is layered over the jacket, which is layered over the shorts. All is layered, and layers over all else. It’s beautiful, is what it is. 

3. Speaking of layers. Sometimes you want to take off all those cute but uncomfortable clothes and slip into something cozy and even cuter than before. 

2. I was already a huge fan of the green turtleneck, the high waisted shorts with matching hair tie, and the crisp white vest with a bow in the back. This is already the perfect outfit. But as soon as you add sunglasses, it just becomes….. transcendent. It’s greater than any of us could have imagined. It’s beyond us now. 

1. You knew what number one was before this list was ever even made. 

“What!” Tater says. “Zimmboni, why are you smile so much?”

Jack looks up, the grin curving his face, and pushes the laptop back a little like a small invitation to watch. “My old team asked me to watch some of their tape and give them some feedback. They… get a little goofy.”

Tater happily settles in next to Jack to get a look at the people Jack loves so much, and grins himself at their warmup antics, at the coordinated dances the captains do after a goal, at the way the boys mug the rinkside camera, like they know it’s for Jack. He stays sitting when Jack finishes writing his post-game notes, starts up the next video. The file name says it’s a practice, not a game.

The overhead camera shows that one of the captains is geared up and doing laps around the empty rink with their team manager on his shoulders; after a second the figure obscuring the rinkside camera backs up from where he was turning it on, and carefully checks it over before backing up more, so he can make sure it’s perfectly positioned. He’s the second captain, the fearless one who occasionally pulls off prodigies of stick-handling, who gives the camera a heart-melting grin and a thumbs up before turning and skating away. OLURANSI, his jersey says.

Tater unsticks his tongue from the roof of his mouth. “I like your team,” he says. “I come meet them, yes? You introduce us.”

Jack looks apprehensive for a minute, and Tater tries not to feel hurt, but then he smiles. “They’d love that.”

I’m love that,” Tater says firmly, and then looks back at the screen. Other players are coming in, so Birkholtz and Oluransi have put the team manager down, put their serious faces on; but Oluransi’s smile lives on in the warmth of Tater’s stomach.

Birthday Blues // Jeff Atkins

A/N: Honestly, I wrote this at 1am. 

Named after: The fact that I mentioned readers birthday so much. That and I was listening to the blues.

It was a Saturday. It was the day of the championship game for baseball. But most importantly, it was your birthday.

You had let this small fact take a back seat in weeks leading up to the game, you didn’t want to stress Jeff out. Your boyfriend was already spending more time with Clay to get tutoring for two more classes just to make sure he’d play. He’d exercise in the early morning before school, go to baseball practice after, study and do homework with the smaller boy, and then watch his previous games until it was time to repeat.

It had become a routine, and Jeff normally got like this a few days before his games. You’d grown accustomed to it, you would plan to walk to school or ride with your next door neighbor Alex Standall, pack a few extra protein bars and Gatorade to leave in his locker, as well as massage him during his film.

He was…distant but it was okay because he always felt so guilty after, he’d pamper you for the next week.

However, what your boyfriend failed to let you know, was that for the championship, this routine of his was starting two weeks before you expected it. So when you found yourself arriving at school by 3rd period, after waiting 20 minutes for your boyfriend to show up you were more than angry.

But you pushed it aside, silently forgiving your baseball player. You knew Jeff loved the sport he played. For the most part, it was the only thing he felt he was incredible at. So you slowly adjusted to this behavior for the week, eating lunch by yourself because Jeff didn’t initially tell you he was going to the athletic trainer during your lunch period. Nodding as he asked you if you could find another ride home because practice was running late. Walking when you realized all your friends had already left.

It was fine, you knew it wasn’t intentional or malicious, he just really wanted the game to go well. Scouts would be looking at him. More importantly, you knew that once these weeks finished you’d have him all to yourself, starting on your birthday.

You walked through the bleachers wearing Jeff’s home jersey, 30 minutes before the game started. You saved seats for his parents who had already wished you a happy birthday, your parents who were there to support your boyfriend, and your friends who had helped you survive these past two weeks.

You made three posters all with different puns and cheesy jokes that you were sure Jeff would love,
 ’#1 on the field AND in my heart’
 'No that is not Derek Jeter, it’s Jeff Atkins’

And your personal favorite,
  ‘Atkins, Homerun counter:__’

You brought a sharpie with you to the game and by the end of it, you had edited that poster at least four times. You screamed so loud during the game you barely had any voice left when the team won.

The student section, along with yourself rushed the field and you watched as your boyfriend and his teammates poured water all over their coach. You smiled, more proud of Jeff than ever. Your two weeks of relationship hell were over and you were going to spend the rest of this Saturday night celebrating him and your birthday.

When you finally got the opportunity to get to Jeff, waiting for his parents and your parents to go first so they could leave, you hugged him as tightly as you could you pecked his lips before asking, “Now what champ?”

He smiled at the abbreviation. He let go holding out a finger signaling he’d get back to you. He left, jogging over to his teammates and a few reporters. You waited. Waited as the captains talked to the reporters who covered the game, waited as he greeted the college scout with a firm handshake, waited as the team filed out.

Jeff was the first one on that field and the last one to leave the dugout. He had all of his stuff in his baseball bag, slung on one shoulder while he wrapped the other arm around your waist.

“We’re going to Bryce’s!” He said smiling as you reached his car.

“W-what?” You asked trying to keep it together.

“Bryce, you know Bryce, he’s throwing a party for the win! You asked, ‘now what’ so that’s what!” He replied placing his stuff in his trunk.

You couldn’t lie, it fucking hurt. He forgot. He forgot your birthday of all days. You understand, it was the championship but the last thing you wanted to do was get drunk with a bunch of rowdy jocks. You and Jeff did that almost every weekend. Before you could say anything, Jeff opened the door for you, kissing your cheek.

“Jeff…” you started your voice nearly breaking. But when he turned to you, with the world in his eyes, ecstatic he had just won, you couldn’t bring yourself to ruin it. So you swallowed the lump in your throat and blinked back your tears as you forced a smile on your face.

“Could you please take me home? I’m not feeling too well.” You said, barely managing to make it through your request.

He nods, rushing back over to the driver’s seat. He grabs your hand, rubbing circles on your skin all the way to your house. His grip tightens as he pulls into your driveway and finally looks over at you.

You avoid his gaze and move to get out.

“So no party?” He asks you.

“No thanks, but go and have fun okay? I’ll see you tomorrow!”

He furrows his eyebrows placing another kiss on your hand before letting you go.

“Thanks, baby girl, I’ll see you tomorrow!”

And with that, he drives off. Once he’s out of sight you finally let the tears stream down your face like they had wanted to for the past two weeks.

You decided not to call anyone to make other plans, you would much rather sulk in your own pity. You had a mix of texts come in through the night that you ignored. Most of them from friends wishing you a happy birthday, and a few from a very drunk Jeff who, for the life of him, couldn’t manage to spell out ‘I love you’. That night you cried yourself to sleep, upset and alone trying to rationalize your boyfriend’s actions.

You woke up early the next morning, making yourself breakfast and planning out your day to make up for the previous. You could have fun by yourself. You ignored whatever Jeff texted you when you got ready, putting on some of your favorite clothes instead. Sorting through looking for your sweatshirt, you heard a knock on your door.

You threw on a t-shirt instead, yelling out 'come in’, as you started to put your hair into a bun.

“Hey, you feeling better? I have the nastiest hangover, so it’s fine if you’re not, we’ll be miserable together” Jeff started.

And you shook your head slightly at first, then you gradually became angrier. You couldn’t care less if Jeff had a hangover. Throughout his whole drunk escapade, it didn’t even occur to him that you were sitting at home, by yourself, on your birthday. He had treated you like shit for two weeks, he didn’t just get to waltz back into your life as though it never happened.

“Your parents let me in on their way out. You weren’t answering my texts so I just thought-” he stopped himself as he watched your expression change.

“What’s wrong?” He asked gently.

“What’s wrong Jeff? What’s wrong? Are you fucking kidding me?” You questioned, raising your voice slightly.

You didn’t plan on getting angry so fast, he just was so oblivious to everything it pissed you off, royally.

Jeff was taken aback. His mouth dropped slightly as he tried to figure out where he went wrong.

“FIRST. You didn’t give me a ride to school with no notice! I had to fucking walk! I was late to class and now I have detention next weekend so thanks!” You stood, now pacing around your room as Jeff took a seat on your bed.

“Baby-” he tried to interrupt.

“I’m not done” You interjected.

You were so upset you missed the completely shocked expression on Jeff’s face. Everything he did wrong in the past two weeks was flooding in all at once.

“Then! You made me eat by myself at lunch when you didn’t tell me you weren’t going to be there!”

“Baby girl-”

“Don’t you dare 'baby girl’ me! Then! You made me walk home! …IT’S AN HOUR WALK JEFF!”

He stood to meet you in all your anger, approaching you slowly.

“You basically ignored me, FOR TWO WEEKS! For fuck sake, Clay saw you more than I did!”

You couldn’t help it. Everything was spiraling in your head and pouring out of your mouth. When Jeff reached you, his hands that normally felt so comforting betrayed him. You wanted nothing more than to scream and yell until he left until he felt the way that you did.

“Y/N, I’m sorry, okay? Please calm down-” he said in the most soothing voice he could figure.

Jeff was scared, to say the least. He had never seen you this angry before.

“CALM. DOWN? YOU’RE NOT SERIOUS!” You screamed back at him pushing against his chest to create some distance between the two of you.

As your voice grew louder, the tears came rolling in again. When they fell down your cheeks Jeff had to fight the urge to wipe them. He felt guilty, he was the sole reason you were so worked up.


Jeff could have sworn he felt his heart stop. He knew he had been forgetting something, he just didn’t know it was you. He couldn’t even stutter out a response, he just stood there taking you in.

“I made three fucking posters for you! And I was there for you! Through all this BULLSHIT! I waited after the game! When you did all your interviews, and you met with all the scouts, and you were fucking around with the boys! I let you do whatever the fuck you needed to! And you left me. On my birthday. FOR A FUCKING PARTY!”

You were sobbing at this point and your voice cracked as you screamed at him.

Jeff had tears at the brims of his eyes as well, he had no idea how much he hurt you in the past two weeks.

“A fucking party Jeff…god, you’re such an asshole.” You mumbled, wiping your tears frantically, hoping that they would stop flowing.

Jeff blinked back the tears his eyes before he approached you again. He stood this time, at least two feet away to give you your space. It was the distance that hurt him the most, normally he couldn’t take his hands off of you. Now, he had to watch his first love cry, because of him, and she was too upset to even let him wipe away her tears.

“I’m sorry” he began.

And before you could interrupt him he continued.

“I- I’m so sorry.” He tripped over his own apology as a few tears fell from his eyes. He wiped them quickly, he knew he wasn’t in the position to get emotional when he was the one who hurt you.

“I was such a dick…and I- I fucked up big time…I don’t even fucking deserve you…” he struggled to find the right words that would make this all go away, but unlike your usual insignificant fights, he knew there wasn’t any combination of words that would fix it.

“Lemme make it up to you” he pleaded.

You crossed your arms over each other. Furious and devastated all at once. You wanted him to stay with you for the rest of the day but you also wanted him to get the hell out of your room.

Jeff slowly closed the gap between you two, grabbing at your waist.

“Please. Y/N. Let me fix it.”

He stared at you, searching your eyes waiting for your answer.

“I’ll beg if I have to” he offered up with a sad smile.

You frowned avoiding his eyes, you and Jeff both knew his puppy dog eyes could get you to do anything.

And so Jeff got onto his knees, his hands still at your waist and you finally looked at him.

“Jeff, get up” you muttered.

“Just give me a chance to fix it.” He countered.

You nodded quickly if only to get him off the ground, and he smiled standing to his feet again. He embraced you in what felt like the tightest hug ever.

“I’m really sorry” he mumbled into your hair.

And when he pulled away he was leaving your room.

“Cancel all your plans today, I’ll be back in an hour, I promise this is going to be the best day of your life!” He rambled as he grabbed his keys from your bed.

“Jeff, I don’t want you to le-” you whined. This was the first time he was paying attention to you in a while.

“One hour. If I’m not back……dump me!” He called out as he left your room door.

You sat on your bed, hearing the rumble of his engine begin, and when the sound of his car left your ears you exhaled and leaned back onto your bed. Hopeful for what was in store.

Part 2



(part two) (ao3)

The game was close, 13—11, but the Foxes came out on top. Neil could hear the team running to dog pile in the middle of the court, Matt dead center. Neil half jogged toward them and stopped halfway to look back at Andrew in the goal. The goal dwarfed him. His racquet was propped up in the crook of his arm, while he pulled off his gloves. Something squeezed Neil’s chest tight when he saw Andrew standing there in the goal with his racquet that was longer than he was tall. Andrew dropped the gloves to his feet and Neil’s feet started carrying him toward Andrew.

Andrew’s fingers were short and boxy, and he had calluses from holding his pens wrong. His nails were probably bitten too short and his nail beds were more than likely bloody on at least three of his fingers. His left index finger had a burn scar that licked up the side, and he had a deep scar on his right thumb from where he had accidentally grated it when he was younger. His palms were wide and covered in calluses from lifting weights. Andrew’s knuckles were chapped and split from a rough sparring session with Renee. Neil was a little obsessed with Andrew’s hands; they were always firm but never restraining. Andrew’s touch was insistent but gentle, and Neil loved the way Andrew’s rough hands dragged across his skin. Andrew’s skin was so pale that it was easy to trace his veins from his left hand to his heart. Neil liked to twist Andrew’s hand so his arm showed the bright blue line that poked out of his armbands and twisted to his chest.

Neil was a short five feet away when Andrew fumbled for the strap on his helmet. Andrew looked less tiny at a closer distance, but his goalie shorts did nothing to accentuate his height. They dwarfed his short legs and he wore them higher than he needed so his torso looked comically small with his jersey stuffed into the waistband. Neil didn’t know whether to laugh or cry because Andrew was so small and perfect. Bright orange was definitely not his color, but Neil loved the look of him in it because bright orange had started to symbolize family to Neil. Andrew finished taking off his helmet and raised one eyebrow. Neil’s heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest. Andrew looked so good.

“What?” Andrew asked.

“We won,” Neil replied, grinning, making Andrew to roll his eyes. Andrew’s face was red from the heat of the game. Neil had asked him to close out the goal and Andrew had delivered in a way that impressed not only Neil; he had also impressed professional scouts. Neil felt resplendent.

Andrew had a wicked case of helmet hair. It was partly tamed by the thick, black bandana Neil had wrapped around his forehead. Neil had to smile at the look of the white blonde hair flopping down onto the bandana. Neil liked to stand close enough to Andrew to see the faint smattering of freckles that spread across his nose and cheeks, where the sun affected him the most. They would become more prominent in the summer when they went back to Columbia and if Andrew was in a particularly accommodating mood he would let Neil sit knee to knee with him and take a felt tip marker and connect the freckles on his shoulder. And in return Andrew would write in boxy Cyrillic across Neil’s back to practice his Russian. For the first time Neil wasn’t running and looking for the next place to hide, he was looking forward to spending summer in Columbia with Andrew. He was getting soft.

“You know I hate when you look at me like that.”

“Yes, I know. Just as much as you hate me right?” Neil said.

Andrew’s eyes narrowed to slits, eyebrows slanted on top of them. Neil wanted to pat Andrew’s hair back into place. His fingers were itching to slide through Andrew’s sweaty locks. “Can I touch your hair? Yes or no?”

“No. No not…it’s not a not ever, it’s a not when you should be celebrating. It’s a later,” Andrew clarified. Neil nodded and grinned before running over to the rest of his teammates.

“My mom and I in the California desert. (2004)”   

*For the record, this was during Dan’s Hues days.  

Game Day

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 2263

Authors Note: I wanted to make a Stiles imagine for @rememberstilinski and @sarcasticallystilinski‘s Lacrosse Week, so here it is! I hope you guys enjoy. I want to thank @dylanobsessed for editing it for me! 

Originally posted by maliatatelenagilbert

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Chinese Takeout-(Stiles Stilinski)

Originally posted by thealpha

Characters: Allison Argent, Kira Yukimura, Scott McCall, Isaac Lahey, Coach Finstock, Stiles Stilinski and (Y/N)

Warnings: none?

Pairing: hint at Stiles x Reader

Word Count: 1243

Summary: Stiles, out of nowhere, involves you in the tradition that takes place every lacrosse match Beacon Hills plays.

Stiles Stilinski. The schools weird kid with an endless supply of sarcasm. Stiles, who’s both a naturally smart kid like his dad and on the lacrosse team. Stiles Stilinski, the guy who I have a raging crush on for 3 agonizing years. 

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Quarterback Comeback - Chris Evans

Request: Okay so you wrote the Falcon fan story, think you can write one where the reader is a Patriots fan? Because if I had been at that game I would have been flipping out right along side him! & 

Request: Hey, do you think you can write a Chris Evans x Reader at the Superbowl, she’s also a Pats fan, and sooo much into the game. And they both yell the same thing at the same time and Chris notices her and like immediate crush, please?

A/N: Sorry if this is a bit cramped or any sort of football terminology is off, I tried to be accurate as I could. I even watched highlights of the game and went on the NFL website to look up the players, lmao. I hope this is good for both requests! Lots of love - R .x 

people: Chris!SuperBowl - Reader ft. Scott Evans & Jeremy Renner

warnings: nope.

“Yeah! Fuck yeah! Is this was euphoria feels like? Cause I’m high as a fuckin’ kite, that was sick, man!” You gave a double high five to Renner before turning to take a sip of your beer, which was missing. 

What the fuck, who takes a beer at the Super Bowl? Are we savages?

“Chris, I think someone stole my beer, Imma go get another-” Just as you were searching through your purse you glanced up at your boyfriend to see him frozen, with a beer situated right on his lips.

Popping up, you snatched your beer out of the thieves hands. Putting it on your other side knowing Renner would spit it out any of the beer if he decided to steal it. It was Bud Light and Renner was too fancy for that shit, so he says.

“Hey! Asshole! Ain’t you got millions? Get your paws off my drink!” I poked at Chris’s Patriot covered chest and saw those blue eyes begin their trick of puppy dog eyes, the ones I never could resist from him, ever.

“I thought we share now? Besides, it’s like God is upon us now! We have a fucking lead we’re so close, babe. We’re gonna win. I know it. Forget the beer we are going to be champions again-” We swing our heads as Scott yells out for us to look out onto the field- oh fuck.



You saw your second boyfriend (to be fair, Chris didn’t really care and actually would agree anytime you talked about how Tom’s ass looked damn fine in his uniform. 

“Are you two fuckin’ like psychic? What the hell?” You both turned to Renner and rose a brow to him,

“What do ya mean?” Chris took a swig of his own beer can, and let his eyes drift back and forth to the field as Brady got Pat’s for his slide into the 40-yard line.

“You two have been yelling the same thing at the exact same time for like twenty minutes, I’d think you’ll we’re from the shining if you guys weren’t fuc-” 

Punching his shoulder you just smirked at Renner and shook your head, “It’s called telekinesis, Jer. We get it whenever we watch sports. It’s like all of a sudden we share a brain-” You took a slow glare to Chris jokingly, “And apparently beer’s now too…”

Chris only laughed and grasped your waist, pulling you snug into his side as the team set up again. “You think they’ll come back from 3 to 28?” 

Scott asked nonchalantly, only to have you and Chris simultaneously tell him, “Yeah we fuckin’ arah! We turning this steamboat around.”

You giggled at this weird formation that only now you realized looked probably quite disturbing outside of your mind and Chris’s as well. “We’re weird, aren’t we?”

“Yup. Psychos whose team is about to lock this shit down.” You gave Chris a peck to his arm before turning back to the game, only to see a goddamn miracle happen as White took a dive, landing a touchdown but just inches.

“Yeah! Oh, my! God!” You and Chris looked at each other with eyes filled to the brim with joy. Except, normally the passion that was in between you was not because a sweaty guy just got sacked by a bunch of other sweaty guys and managed to still land a touchdown.

“Still worried we ain’t gonna win, Scottie?” You leaned over and looked at Scott as he gave you a fuck off smirk and shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Oh good, god. I’m gonna have to have to Chris’s in my life now? Is this what it’s gonna be like, every time the Patriot’s get to the Super Bowl? Because if so, I’m gonna start charging you both for my additional weekly therapy sessions.” 

Chris just laughed loudly, clapping his heads as he threw his head back, obviously getting a bit Drunk Happy. You just chuckled to yourself and downed the rest of my beer, setting it aside and focusing back on the game.


You knew they were going to make a comeback, it was what New Englander’s did. We turned around in the last moments and came together to fucking smash the glass ceiling every time. We never stop and we don’t even let our minds wander in the final hours of the game. To see the ball make it across the white line, and into the zone, landing us Patriots, another. Fucking. Win.

Confetti went off as you and Chris jumped up and down, high from the electricity in the air of fellow Bostonians and Englander’s cheering the team for their miraculous victory. “Oh my god! Yes! Yeah, yeah, yeah!” You shouted along with Chris as we roared with the fans. 

Taking in the victory of another win. Feeling Chris tug slightly on your arm made you turn towards him only to be picked up by the inward curve of your waist, and have a pair of beer tasting lips kiss you fiercely. Not bothering in holding back anything between you both as he kissed you with as much force as he could without pain. You draped your arms around his neck, letting your legs snake around his waist. Suddenly forgetting you were in public and people we most likely filming this. You frankly, give a damn, because your Quarterback was kissing from the victory. 

You almost pulled away from Chris with the love he poured into the kiss, feeling as if it was too much for your body to handle with all the excitement and beer running through you, right now. He pulled his head away and gave a dreaming, toothy grin that made you giggle softly into his neck while leaned in. You embraced the teddy bear of a man while swaying together back and forth in almost a hypnotic motion. Letting the cheers take you both different places. It was weird looking at everyone jumping and screeching, yet you’d just been that person who was tugging at their hair, grabbing anyone in sighting to tug them towards the scene below you, or even just shouting fuck over and over.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at the chaos that surrounded you both, and the euphoria that laid in between are bodies, almost like we found a transportation device and we’re no longer at the stadium. We’re just together, loving one in another in a celebration of joy and love. After the last year, this win felt more than a victory for the Patriots, it felt like a win for you and Chris, personally. 

After the fights that you both went through together, united as one for the injustice that America was receiving these days, and much more to come, it sucked to believe tomorrow would resume normally. You kept in mind that in this moment, confetti popped and fell all around us, some catching even in your tangled locks.

“I mean, I hate to say this, Scott, but look how cute the Shining twins are? It’s like a football romantic dramedy!” Chris’s friend John teased you both as he pointed his camera towards us both, making Scott laugh and swat at John’s camera 

“Hey! It’s only during football season we become one. The rest of the time we are in a war together on who is better than the other at what. Let’s be honest, babe. I’m better, always.”

You slapped Chris on the chest and giggled, taking his unfinished Bud light from behind him, and slowly bringing it to your lips, “You keep telling yourself that, Buddy Boy. Just remember that we have film age of me kicking your ass all the way to Colorado in table tennis.”

“Shots already fired and we aren’t even out of the damn stadium yet!” Scott groaned, smacking his hand to his forehead. Jeremy let out a gruff laugh and patted my back as you situate yourself back on the ground again, fixing your top that had risen slightly.

“Congrats Scott on your newest sibling!” Jeremy teased to across at Scott who was smiling and shaking his head. “I’m in for a new hearing aid when they have a baby and becomes the ultimate super pat’s fan. Can you imagine?”

“Yes, I can, dork! And she’s also part of the team and is alongside all the best players and has gotten twenty super bowl rings so yeah!” You smiled at Chris delicately, as if he was suddenly made of glass. His voice never wavered when he replied to Scott, meaning he’d thought about our daughter in the NFL before. Not just making it up right now.

“Hmm, Baby Evans, Quarterback for the Patriots and winner of… a noble peace prize! I like that, babe. Let’s go start planning her future college fund, right now! Well, after we celebrate, then we can start her college fund and map out where she’ll play in college…”

Chris smiled and jumped for joy like a jumping bean suddenly made its way into his heart. Chris couldn’t help but dream about the perfection of you and him, crossed together to make the most amazing human being.

Chris knew that whatever gender, whatever personality, they’d have a Quarterback baby. It wasn’t the worst thing in the world to think about, though. He couldn’t help but smile more and more at the thought of a baby Evans wandering around during a future Super bowl, with a tiny Brady jersey on during the game.

Something to look forward too, in the next few years. 

At least that was Chris’s hope.

I can’t keep my Chris!Dad feels down, guys!!! I mean like look below, COME ONNNNN! They always come out in my writing, lol. I hope you enjoyed it! 

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archie and cheryl dating would consist of:

  • red lipstick stains on his lips and his cheek and his neck and on the rim of his water bottle when he offers her a sip after practice
  • his beloved varsity jacket draped over her shoulders when she’s in her cheer outfit because let’s be real, fashion icon cheryl blossom would not wear it willy-nilly when there is potential outfit-clashing
  • (she does, however, make a habit of stealing his cardigans because they’re comfy and usually work with her wardrobe)
  • (speaking of fashion, graphic tees make her cringe and luckily archie doesn’t own many, but she lets it slide whenever he wears his spiderman shirts because it’s his favorite comic book in the world and it also happens to match her spider pins so whatever, it’s perfect)
  • archie fiercely defending cheryl at the drop of a hat
  • against her family and their classmates and even his friends from time to time, because it happens, it’s cheryl, there’s a lot of history, but veronica and kevin are open enough and betty and jughead are less so for reasons that he understands, but they make an effort for archie, and when polly gives birth and betty sees cheryl totally in love with the twins and there for polly, it’s easier to let the past be the past
  • archie talking his dad into letting cheryl stay for dinner and eventually staying some nights because her house is a hell hole and now that she’s confessed the extent of the bad blood between her and her parents, he wants to keep her as far away from that horror house for as long as possible
  • and yeah, i believe his dad would warm up to cheryl because she’s not her parents and when you learn to chip away at that wall she builds up he sees how vulnerable she is, how much she craves warmth and love and acceptance, and to just be wanted, and then he finds himself spoiling her a little
  • archie complimenting cheryl literally all the time, about anything and everything, because she gets this soft look in her eyes and it’s obvious that she didn’t get this kind of validation from her own family and has to teach herself to be confident, and she is and that’s great, but it’s nice to actually be told your worth instead of always having to convince yourself
  • on the flip side, cheryl doing the same with archie, praising his talents and his kindness and his big, big heart, because he’s always the first to put himself down and he shouldn’t always have to apologize for himself
  • cheryl is a Feminine Icon, okay, she’s no one’s property, but she likes wearing archie’s jerseys because he looks so damn happy to see her in his number and she really likes that
  • also it gets him all hot for her and she likes that too
  • speaking of which: archie always playing with the hem of her skirts when she’s straddling him when they makeout
  • because she’s always on top when they makeout, let’s be real
  • but, okay, maybe not always because sometimes she just likes how it feels to be held, likes the way archie lowers her all gently on his bed and kisses her soft and slow and sweet, and he towers over her like he’s trying to keep the rest of the world away
  • cheryl painting her toes on his bed while he messes with his guitar or does homework or plays video games with jughead
  • and on that note, cheryl and jughead being witty and catty with each other, but it’s actually kind of fun, and they’re also two different brands of cynicism and sarcasm and they kind of work together, too? and archie gets a kick out of it, just watches his girlfriend and his best friend bicker and get in full-blown debates at the dinner table while his dad shakes his head
  • archie and cheryl cuddled under a blanket in his backyard or on his porch while watching a movie on his laptop because it’s “like the drive-in” and she rolls her eyes but is actually very touched and he can tell
  • archie and cheryl sitting on the same side of the booth at Pop’s, sharing a strawberry milkshake
  • archie actually putting thought into his outfits because he knows fashion means a lot to cheryl, and jughead just rolls his eyes
  • archie constantly having to shoot apologetic looks when cheryl drops one of her infamous one-liners and then struts away, leaving everyone stunned in her wake, and archie is outwardly exasperated but inwardly amused by the whole thing
  • cheryl probably falls in love with archie before he falls in love with her because she’s always been so intense and had all this emotion in her and hasn’t had very many people care for her as genuinely as archie has and so of course she’s going to latch onto that, and archie feels like an ass for little while he’s still trying to catch up with her, but he knows it won’t take him long to get to that point too because it’s cheryl
  • the first time they say I Love You to each other is probably in the middle of a fight because of course they’re that dramatic
  • and like, when they fight, cheryl always storms away first and archie hates that it’s so easy for her to walk away, but eventually she admits that it’s because she hates when people leave her, so she has to be the one that leaves first because in her mind, maybe that’ll make it hurt a little less, and he knows he can’t promise not to walk away from her since he’s done it before (and yeah, he feels even guiltier about it now), so instead he promises that he’s always going to go after her and makes her promise to give him the chance to
  • basically: archie and cheryl could be everything together
  • and their aesthetic would always be on point
Lost  [ B.W ]

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Reader 


Request: If you’re still taking requests could you please do angst prompt 6&13 with Batmom and Bruce?


  • 6: “I lost the baby.”
  • 13: “Don’t leave me…”

From This Prompts List

Word Count: 929

Warnings: ANGST

A/N: When I wrote my first draft of this I had ‘mum’ written in once or twice and then I questioned whether I should chance it to ‘mom even though it was a stupid problem-ish thing and it doesn’t even matter but then I just rewrote the whole thing lol. I’m not very happy with how this turned out in terms of my writing and I apologise if this isn’t what the anon wanted!


“Bruce,” You panic, reaching your arm out to grab his hand as you were sat weakly in the puddle of your own blood. A sob racks through your body, forcing itself out of your mouth with harsh persistence. “Bruce, please. I-I don’t know what to do.”

“Oh my-” He rushes towards you, his face showing a fear that you had never seen him show. He hadn’t felt anything like this before and it made his heart beat right out of his chest, a clear sheen of sweat beginning to glisten on his body.

When he had heard the noise from your bedroom which was connected to the bathroom you were in now, he knew something was wrong. The only explanation for the type of thud that had rang through his ears was that you had fallen. Without wasting a second he was bursting through the door, yelling for the boys to get their asses up here. He already knew that Alfred was on his way.

“Bruce, I-I-” Another sob rips from your throat as you scrunch your eyes shut in attempt to calm the pain that had settled itself upon you as if you were it’s bed. It wasn’t so much physical as it was harder on your heart but it hurt just as much if not more.

“Shh,” Bruce steps towards you, raking a hand through his hair as he wraps his arms around your knees and waist, lifting you so that you were resting bridal style in his grip. Usually, touch like this from Bruce would have any negative thought washed away from your mind but it didn’t do anything this time. “I’m not going to let anything else happen to you.”

All of the boys were by your side by now, their constant bickering between themselves coming to a halt as they reality of the scene was revealed to them. Damian had found himself sprinting up to you, taking hold of your hand with a grip that would have usually caused you to cry out but for some reason, not this time. His eyebrows were pulled into a frown and the corners of his lips were turned downwards as his worry for your health almost drove him insane.

You were almost to the car, the journey through the manor feeling painfully long to every single one of you. Jason swears under his breath as he notices that there was still blood falling from between your legs. He sprints ahead, grabbing the keys to whichever car was closest to the exit as he makes it to the garage far before the rest of you. He opens the door of the garage, making sure that all of the gates outside are all open.

“I lost the baby,” You cry, the hand that wasn’t being held by Damian’s capturing Bruce’s shirt as it balled into a strong fist. Tears soaked through the material as you had shoved your face into Bruce’s chest, ignoring the uneven beating of his heart as you repeated your words, the pain that laced your voice ripping at the heart of all of the boys and pulling a tear from Alfred’s eye when you soon resorted to softened whimpers. “I lost the baby.”

Dick takes you from Bruce’s hold after he wipes the wetness from his eyes with the sleeve of his jersey, looking to Tim with a short nod. Tim dashes back into your bedroom, grabbing whatever he thought you may need from your drawers and wardrobe with speed that must have rivaled the flash as Bruce opens the door of the car for you and Dick.

“D-don’t leave me…” Another whimper escapes your mouth as he moves to shut the door once you and Dick are sitting securely on Dick’s lap, Damian and Tim on the either side of you. You didn’t have the right train of thought to realise he was just moving to the driver’s seat. A tear falls from Bruce’s eye, his heart breaking at the state that you were in.

“I’m not going anywhere, Sweetheart. I promise,” He says, hastily leaning over Tim and Dick and placing a kiss on your forehead before moving around to take his seat. Jason nods at him, slinging a leg over his bike and zooming off ahead of everyone to make sure that there wouldn’t be anything to hold you back on the way to the Hospital. His voice cracks when he speaks, knowing that he’ll be far from correct for a while as he says, “Everything will be okay.”

The thought of his lost child hadn’t even settled in for him yet. He was too focused on your safety and health to even register anything else, but as he turned on the car he had to take a couple deep breaths to try and ease the pain in his chest that the thought of losing the baby had brought. It wasn’t like anything he had felt before, the pain almost made it difficult for him not to just collapse against the steering wheel. The adrenaline that was coursing through his veins was the only thing that kept him going and the only thing that kept him sane. 

Alfred is seated in the passenger seat beside Bruce, his leg bouncing as he mumbles to Bruce that there was no way in hell that he would stay behind. Bruce sighs as he drives out of the Manor, his eyes flickering to you and the boys in the mirror with panicked glances and despite the situation he wsa thankful that this family would always have each other, even through times like this.

#261: You Hate Each Other | High School AU


I know it might be weird considering the boys are college ages now and high school AU’s are pretty much dying but i still adore them very much and I’ve always wanted to write something alone the lines of this. Rivals were something I also had in high school and let’s be honest nothing is better than haters turning into lovers.

Read When We Collide here //  Find my Masterlist here   


”When you think nothing can be worse than history classes.” You mumbled under your breath and tried to breathe, your heart racing and in fast pace and your head spinning. You could feel your legs were to the point of turning into jelly but you seemed like the only person to have such struggles. Everyone around you didn’t seem to struggle the least bit, they were all running together two and two trying to get to the finish line as the first. It was an usual P.E class, aka morning hell and why not start it out the worst way by running? You hated it more than life, getting sweaty and having to use your body in ways it was never used to. “Look at you sunshine.” You rolled your eyes and tried to run faster when Luke suddenly showed up from your behind, the expression on his face showing nothing else but surplus. “Go away Luke.” You breathed and tried to move between a few others to get away from him but with his long legs and pretty good fitness he was quick to run beside you again. “Why? it’s not a well morning if I haven’t annoyed out your ass.” He commented with a smirk, “You know, some needs coffee other needs a cigarette. I have my own ways.” “Well your ways suck.” You spat, you were pretty amazed how you hadn’t stopped running yet you almost couldn’t breath. He looked at you with a challenged look and with one push you were out of the running lane and heading towards the trees that formed a small forest. You were out of breath and felt his hands on your shoulders keeping on pushing, you were almost ready to collide and fall onto the fresh leaves. “What are you doing?” You questioned confused, looking up at him with wide eyes as he pressed you against one of the trees. “Having my own way.” He announced, he was out of breath himself and looked down at you with furrowed eyebrows. “Your own ways?” You mumbled off and curious, not really knowing what to say and his hands were still on you. “Yes.” He breathed and leaned down to give you a breathless kiss. It was quick yet so passionate you were left even more confused when he pulled back and decided to run back to the field with the rest.


“And Y/N you will partner up with… Calum.” Your head shut up so fast it was ready to fall from your body, your eyes were wide and your jaw was to the point of touching the table beneath you. The expression on your teacher’s face was bored, and it didn’t help when you smacked your hand against the table in anger. “I’m not gonna work with him!” You spat and watched as Calum placed his books on top of each other to change his seat and planted his ass on the chair next to yours. “It was a random choice Y/N.” The teacher reminded but you didn’t care. “I protest!” “You’re a high school student, Y/N. Not a debater. Now would you show Mr. Hood a bit of respect and start your protect. I’ve got other groups to assign.” You rolled your eyes and fell in your chair by her words, like you would actually listen to her. Calum was nothing else but a spoiled jock, you didn’t want to waste a minute on him! “You heard her.” He hummed from your side and pressed his pencil into the skin of his chin. You looked over at him and gave him a bored look, wanting to make him shut up already by forcing your book in his face. “For once show something respect.“ "And what? Be nice to you? I’d rather dissect a frog.” You didn’t want to look at him and glanced back at the books in front of you. You were never fond of reading but now it was the only thing that seemed to get your attention. “Y/N.” He hummed, poking you with his pencil. “Calum I’m reading and so should you. We’re two in this project there’s no way I’m letting you get away with me doing all the job.” You could hear a small cough come from him in respond but you didn’t want to look up at him. A challenged expression came to his face by your lack of interest and he decided to poke you again. Once, twice, and by the third time you couldn’t take it anymore so you grabbed it fast and broke it into two. “Read.” You spoke in monotone, looking at him with daring eyes before they adverted back to the pages. A small smile came to his face by your reaction and he looked down at the book as well in achievement.


“But that doesn’t make any sense! We’re in a country of free speech and that means everyone is allowed to express their opinions without being told you’re an idiot!” You were so angry you were almost knocking down the chair behind you after standing up, just to show how you were feeling about this. “Well when we’re in situations like these where you’re completely off the actual topic then yes, Y/N, you’re an idiot.” Michael replied with the exact same tone as you and stood up from his chair as well. “Maybe if you woke up one day and saw it from another perspective than your own you would actually understand what is going on.” Your eyes widened and you opened your mouth ready to reply but that was when your teacher slammed her hands on her desk. “Y/N, Michael, that’s enough. High social classes are for debates yes but this is getting out of hand. I’m gonna ask you both to leave the class room immediately.” You looked over at her surprised but there was no way you could argue with her without getting attention. It was with a huge death glare towards Michael your threw your bag over your shoulder and leaded out of the classroom with him in your heels. “This is all your fault!” “My fault?” He spat and crossed his arms. “You were the one starting the argument in the first place.” You tossed your bag to the floor and smacked the door shut to the classroom. The argument would only get worse from now that you were out and free to say anything you wanted without weird glares. “I didn’t start anything you’re just always the opposite of me! I can’t express anything without having you right in my heels to comment on something and literally lick Mrs. Claire’s ass!” He furrowed his eyebrows by your words and crossed his arms again, the sun streaming in his face through the windows. “I’m not licking her ass I’m just trying to point out something because you always have a comment in something. Maybe you should let others talk?” “No because when you do it’s only crap coming out.” You almost wanted to yell, looking up at him with an angry expression but he didn’t say anything. He was looking down at you with such an intense stare you felt your heart skip a beat, something you hadn’t felt before with him.


“What are you two yelling about this time?” Calum almost groaned and moved past to stand between you. He could tell from the distance that something was up and since your voices had been echoing throughout the whole gymnastic hall. “He’s being unreasonable!” You almost wanted to step your feet on the ground in pure frustration after explanation to Calum what was going on. “I’m not being unreasonable you’re just being unrealistic.” Ashton argued and folded the sleeves of his football jersey, looking over at his best friend for help. “Y/N thinks that it will be best if we give some of the football field to the cheerleaders.” “Yes, because it’s a part of our job to cheer and lead when you’re playing a game! How come it be so weird!” You yelled back, this wasn’t the first time you were arguing. It happened every single time there was practice for the cheerleaders and the football team, you could never get along. Ashton was too stuck up in his own football to realize and the fact that he was captain didn’t make it any better. He thought he was the owner of everything but you were there to prove him wrong. “But if you’re asses are filling the whole thing we’re not able to play football properly. Important games are coming up and we need to focus on more important things that showing your knickers under your skirts.“ Your mouth opened wide by his words and you almost wanted to smack your hands against his chest in anger. Calum was standing behind you with the same boring look as always, why did he even bother to break in? It was always the same between you and Ashton. "You’re just a freaking ass Ashton. Maybe that should have been your name.” You pushed past him to get through and go back to the rest of your friends, you didn’t care you wanted to fill the whole football field if it was possible just to annoy the crap out of him. “I fucking hate her.” Ashton mumbled below his breath and cracked his knuckles in reaction. Calum looked over his shoulder and leaned down to tie the knot that had loosened on his football shoes. “You love her knickers though.” He announced in a low tone but it was enough for Ashton to hear, his eyes wide and following you head back towards the girls.

First Date - Yuta

A/N: So I began writing this and her being meek and quiet, then I stopped and picked up later and she suddenly became bold srry-
Office AU

Word Count: 1,029

Originally posted by nctinfo

You sifted through the documents upon your desk, your lips pursing in concentration as your brows knit together.
A gentle finger pressed to your forehead, smoothing the creases of your brows. A soft blush dusted your cheeks as you glanced through your lashes, your gaze settling upon your co-worker, Yuta.
He set a cup of coffee upon your desk, his gentle smiling growing.

“Could you bring me some?”

Yuta brought his own cup to his lips, sipping gently as he glanced over his shoulder, spotting Mark from HR.

“You’re not pretty enough,” Doyoung interrupted, peeking his head from his cubicle.

Mark sighed, devoting his attention to the phone that rang upon his desk.

“Thank you,” you murmured, placing the stack of documents aside.

Yuta cleared his throat, smiling gently.

“You work so tirelessly,” he praised.

The atmosphere grew awkward as he shifted his weight, clearing his throat once again as you smiled softly. It seemed he should leave; return to his desk and begin his work, yet he stalled.


You both interjected at the same time. Flustered, you apologized, encouraging him to speak.

“I was curious if you had any plans tomorrow.”

Tomorrow was Saturday; your only plans were to stay in your home, watching reruns on the television.

“I do not-”

His gaze darted to your desk, his fingers idly toying with the bobble-head upon it.
A giggle erupted from you as he cleared his throat once more before smiling gently.

“I have tickets to the game tomorrow evening-”

FC Seoul’s first game of the season.

“I’d love to go!”

His smile broadened enthusiastically at your words.


The terminal was crowded, fans and families gathering before marching to the stadium.
Frantically, you glanced toward the exit, your heart pounding in anticipation as you scoured the crowd for his familiar figure.
Pushing past the many figures, you waited near the exit.
Impatient, you shuffled through your purse, snatching the metallic compact from inside. Your palms began to perspire as you opened it, using the mirror to check your make-up.
A gentle tap upon your shoulder made your fumble, almost dropping the expensive compact clumsily.
A smile illuminated your flustered face as your gaze met Yuta’s.

“I’m relieved,” he admitted, “I thought I’d come to see you wearing green,” he joked, referring to the opposing team’s jersey color.

You sat upon the edge of your seat, your fists clenched in anticipation as a penalty shot was took.
The stadium rumbled in applause as the ball flew into the net, the players running to hug one another.
A loud gasp left you as a cold liquid was splashed upon your back. Loud cries of excitement left the eccentric men behind you, clearly drunk. A lithe man muttered a curse as he saw the beer leave the rim of his cup as he cheered.
Yuta’s gaze was weary. His gentle hand grazed your arm, his calloused fingertips brushing your warm skin gently.

“Are you okay?”

You gave a small nod, reassuring him it was nothing.

People began to file out of the stadium, chattering loudly about the miracle shot.

“I’m going to go to the restroom-”

Letting you pass, Yuta let his expression sour.

“I’m sorry-”

Your steps faltered as you heard his apology.

“No! I really liked today- I’ve never been to an FC game!”

“It was a bad idea for a date-”

“A date?”

His voice seemed to falter as he realized his words.
An exasperated sigh escaped his soft lips as his gaze darted to the concrete.

“I’m sorry-” he began, his expression morphing into one of disappointment.


Your flustered expression swiftly converted into one of elation.

“I’m glad,” you mustered, “I like you-”

A gentle blush dusted his cheeks as his tried to hide his smile. He stepped past you, offering his hand as he stood upon the stairs.

“Don’t get separated,” he murmured, glancing through the crowd of figures upon the staircase.

His hand was warm, his long fingers easily clasping around your dainty hand. Your heart thrummed in excitement as he led you up the long stairs.
Your mind began to wander. It was indescribable. You envisioned holding his hand as a couple, strolling down the street together, giggling gently. You wanted to always have his hand to hold, your heart swelling in adoration at the comfort.
Your mind was ripped from its paradise as Yuta let go of your hand, instead reaching into his back pocket.
A small gasp left you as he gave the clerk a crisp bill.

“You didn’t have to,” you murmured, touched.

He ushered you from the booth, guiding you to the restrooms. His hands grazed your own as he gifted you the jersey he had just purchased.

“Change,” he encouraged, gesturing toward the entrance.

“It looks cute,” he complimented, shifting his weight.

“Thank you-”

You followed him as he led you from the stadium.

“I thought you’d like to return home-” he began.


His soft lips stretched into a rugged smile.

“There’s a park nearby,” he suggested, “it’s along the river.”

The walk was encompassed in silence, but neither of you felt uncomfortable. The sounds of the city and birds were enough to keep company.
Your mind began to wander, your idle hand brushing his own gently as a runner ran past you along the trail. Flustered, your gaze wandered to the trees along the path, the soft pink petals of the cherry blossoms fluttering gently in the breeze.

“You’re-” Yuta began, his words trailing off as a smile illuminated his features.



You glared at him gently, coaxing him to continue where he left off.

“You’re so cute,” he declared, his warm smile contagious.

“You think so?”

“Of course-”

“Is that why you invited me out today?”

Embarrassed by your bold question, he let out a soft chuckle before nodding.

“You’re so cute,” you admitted, your fond gaze meeting his own.

Bewildered, his lips parted in astonishment at your suddenly bold attitude.

“Did you have fun today?”

“Of course-”

A soft giggle escaped you as you mimicked him.

“Would you like to go on another next week?”

Eagerly, you nodded, “I’d love to~”

It’s the Hair- Connor Brown

Originally posted by jvreemer

Ok so my second favorite ginger is HERE folks! Finally got some Connor Brown! I hope you all like this goofy nerd! And since both prompts were like… exactly the same… I combined them! I hope that’s ok! And I really hope you like it! Enjoy!

Warning: none

Anon Request: do 1 wit connor brown where you meet him at like a meet and greet for the team and when you start talking to him hes like super surpisred ur not like inlove with nylander, marner, matthews! thxxxxxx

And: Can you do one where you’re at a leafs fan meet and greet and you start flirting with Connor Brown and he’s like surprised you want him and not matthews, nylander and marner. Obsessed with your writing!! Please please please!!


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Undeserving Part 1 (Auston Matthews)

Song: “No Promises” - Shawn Mendes

“Luke told me today he’d still take you if you want to go” your friend Cassidy looked over her shoulder from her spot in front of the mirror outside of the dressing room.

“No” you shook your head eyes glued to your phone.

“You’re talking to him?” She questiond moving the dress around to fit her shape better.

“When isn’t she talking to him.” Your other friend malia mocked two dresses in her hand.

“Actually.” You spoke finally looking up. “I’m talking to his mom.”

Your two friends exchanged looks and smiled “She’s in with the whole family now.” Malia nudged Cassidy to take the dresses out of her hands who laughed along with her.

“Yep.” You glared at them not really bothered but blushing nonetheless.

“(y/n) we’re just joking, how’s auston?” Cassidy asked as she returned to he dressing room and malia took a seat next to you.

“He’s good.“you simply replied noticing a text from his mom to confirm all of your flight information.

“That’s it.” Malia asked trying to look over your shoulder. “You'be been talking, no practically dating for over a year and that’s all we get.” You shrugged not wanting to tell them because as much as you loved them, you knew they wouldn’t understand.

“I don’t believe it.” Malia snatched your phone out of your hands and moved so you couldn’t get it back.

“Malia!” You snipped trying to get your phone back.

“You talked on the phone for 2 hours and 45 minutes.”

It started with him snapchatting you after a particularly bad game. Then he claimed the only way he’d feel better is if he heard your voice which lead to you talking on the phone. Talking to Auston was always simple so it was easy for you both to loose track of time and talk for longer than anticipated. Even if the conversation was innocent enough that didn’t stop your parents from teasing you the next morning when you walked into the kitchen with bags under your eyes and only an hour of sleep in your system. After you got off the phone with Auston you couldn’t go to sleep, you were way too happy to. So you layed in bed for the rest of the night looking up at the ceiling.

“Stop.” You pouted embarrassed by the length of time.

“Does he know about your surprise?” Cassidy shouted from the dressing room.

“Nope he still thinks I’m going with Luke.”

“That’s sweet. Invite me to the wedding.” Malia joked.

You laughed “I have to be his girlfriend before I’m his wife.”

“Seriously if he doesn’t ask you out soon I’m going to beat him up.” Malia was completely serious.

“I don’t think you’re going to hurt him, but okay.”

“Hey don’t miss judge these babies.” She said pointing to her biceps. “They have a reputation.”

“For what looking like noodles?” You laughed as Cass came out dress in hand.

“Shut up, I’ve punched someone before.”

“Yeah me in kindergarten” You stood gathering your purse. “But that didn’t exactly hurt.”

“You cried.” Malia pointed out standing as well. You both followed Cassidy to the register.

“That’s because not even five minutes later your brother ran over my foot with a scooter because you told him to.”

“Oh yeah those we’re the good old times.”

“Hey, don’t say that we weren’t friends yet.” Cass reprimanded pulling out her credit card and handing it over to the cashier.

“Fine.” You ended your conversation just as Cass was handed her bag and her credit card back.

“Let’s eat.” She smiled leading the way to her car. You stopped at a Burgatory before heading home to do some last minute packing.

“You have everything you need?” Your mom asked standing in the doorway of your room.

“Mhm, everything except-”

“Except the sweatshirt he gave you, it’s in the dryer.” Your mother knew the one thing you wouldn’t leave that house without.

Auston had given you one of his old sweatshirts during the summer a year ago when you were at a bonfire at his house. You had worn jean shorts and a tanktop forgetting a sweatshirt at home, but Cassidy assured you it wouldn’t get that cold and there would be blankets. Oh how wrong she was. It was freezing by the time the sun set and you didn’t even want to think about sitting outside. That’s when Auston offered you his sweatshirt from when he was 15 and played on a travel team. Matthews was on the back along with the number 19 and on the front his teams name. You stayed warm the whole night getting lost in both the sweatshirt and the way Auston played with your fingers as you sat on his lap a blanket draped over the two of you.

“Thanks mom.” You smiled zipping up your suitcase. It was hard to convince your parents to let you go see Auston especially since they wouldnt be going and you weren’t dating. But after showing that you’d pay for all your expenses including the plane ticket and that it would only be for the weekend they agreed.

“Just make him your boyfriend soon, that’ll be thanks enough.”

“I’ll see what I can do.” You laughed as she placed a kiss on your head.

Mrs. Matthews picked you up at 3:30 in the morning to get to the airport. The car ride was a comfortable silence due to the fact that you weren’t truly awake yet. She helped you out of the car and into the airport leading the way to the gate you needed to be at for your 5:30 flight.

“Are you excited?” She asked as you both sat side by side.

“Very.” You nodded taking a sip of your coffee.

“He’s excited too. He even went to bed earlier so you’d get there sooner.”

You laughed butterflies taking over your stomach. “I’m excited for his birthday.”

“Me too. I’m going to need you to distract him during the say so I can make him a birthday dinner.” Ema explained her plan taking a sip of her own coffee.

“Whatever you say boss.” You smiled as she nuged your side laughing.

Your flight number was called and you boarded for the first of two. It went very smoothly considering you only went to California for your layover. The second was more difficult. A women had her two newborns with her and they wouldn’t stop crying. The poor women was clearly overwhelmed and panicking. That’s when Ema stood up and politely took one of the babies out of her arms and began bouncing back and fourth not too long after one of the cries stopped.

“Here.” She said handing you the baby “keep bouncing him.” You did as directed while cooing at the small bundle in your arms. She took the second from the women and did the same silencing the cries. The women was so happy she looked like she could’ve cried.

“Both Alex and Auston were like this.” She told you. “It took everything in me not to start crying myself.”

You held the babies for the rest of the flight allowing the mother to get some sleep and giving the rest of the plane an easier flight.

“Goodbye handsome.” You cooed to the baby in your arms before placing him in the stroller.

“Thank you again.” The women smiled brightly at Ema as you all three moved through the airport toward the exit doors.

“My kids were the same way. It just takes practice and patience.” She advised.

“Is this your daughter?” She looked from Ema to you.

“One day hopefully, but right now she’s my son’s girlfriend.” Your heart jumped that’s the first time anyone has referred to you as Auston’s girlfriend. You knew it was just because it was easier then explaining the whole situation, but still.

“Well I hope you both have a wonderful time here thank you again.” The women smiled one last time before directing the stroller out. You followed suit toward the car Ema had rented. Auston’s game would start soon so you had no time to stop by his apartment. You changed into his jersey in the car and fixed your hair and makeup as well.

“Ready?” Ema asked as she parked the car. You nodded the fact that you were actually here starting to sink in.

“There’s Auston.” She pointed him out on the ice for warmups. Even if she hadn’t pointed him out you would’ve known which one he was from the build.

When the game got underway you were completely focused on number 19. Auston scored twice and both times you cheered loud. The final score was 2-4 and you knew a win would mean a happier Auston. You followed Ema to where you came in and waited patiently for your guy.

You’d wish someone would’ve taken a picture of Auston’s face when he saw you because it was priceless.

“What are you doing here?” He asked pulling you into his large frame.

He smelled good from his shower and you couldn’t help but admire his build.

“Surprising you.”

“Well i’m surprised.” He kept you in a firm grip but was able to look down at you now. “What about homecoming? you were nominated for queen.”

“I wouldn’t have won anyway.” Everyone knew Danielle Stapleton was guaranteed to win mainly because her older sister had two years before.

“But still. Cassidy told me how excited you were to go.”

You simply shrugged “it wouldn’t have been fun without you.”

“So you ditched your senior homecoming where you were nominated to win queen to fly half way across the world with my mom to spend time with me.”

“You like your surprise?”

“I love it.”

You stand in each others arms smiling at one another unaware of the people moving around you and the fact that Ema had left you alone.

“You’re the best you know that?”

You giggled “you’re just now figuring that out.”

“Why aren’t you my girlfriend?” Auston questioned aloud.

“you tell me.” You didn’t miss a beat with your reply.

“Because I don’t deserve you.”

The conversation is always the same. Auston hasn’t asked you out cause he doesn’t deserve you, that’s the sweet endearing joke between the two of you.

“And because you’re way smarter than me, and more capable, and going on to be super successful.” One finger wenr up after another as he listed off his reasons.

You simply shook your head and rolled your eyes up at the giant goof.

“I hate to break it to ya kid you’re out of my league.”

“Well you’re insanely hot, really freaking good at hockey, and going on to be a successful NHL player with hot girls throwing themselves at you all the time.” You took your time listing off your items about him. “Hate to break it to ya kid you’re out of my league.”

“I guess will just have to say neither of us deserve each other.”

“And that’s why we’re not dating.”

Auston smiled, but it’s obvious it’s forced and you mirror. “Let’s go I want to spend as much time with you as I can.”

“What about your mom?” You asked once you got in the car and begin adjusting your seat belt.

“I texted her.” Auston looks up from his phone and places it in the consol. “She’s going to dinner with some of the other families. So we have the place ourselves.“

“You know what that means?“ You asked a sly smile placed on your face.

“What does that mean?” Auston backed out of his spot driving with the hand that wasn’t holding yours.


“Lots of it.”

“Of course.” You nodded. Your head rested against the seat admiring the sites around you as Auston drove.

When you get to his shared apartment he opened the door and allowed you in first.

“I’m going to change. The living rooms through there though.” Auston directed.

You first kicked off your shoes then move to the living room where you sat down on the couch and took in your surrounding. Before you can reach for the remote auston entered with a huge blanket. He sat down beside you and pulled it over the both of you.

“Any preferences?” He fliped through the dvds he’d brought with him downstairs.

“This one.” You picked up the movie you have come to love over the many years and times you’ve watched it.

“Are we ever going to watch a diferrent movie?” Auston got up and put “some kind of wonderful” into his DVD player.

“No, probably not.” You smiled. This was the movie you watched in jack Linder’s basement when you hung out for the first time.

“Great.” He sat back down beside you wrapping his arms around your waist.

You don’t watch the movie, but rather auston. The way his large chest moved up and down with each breath and how small your hand looked in his. His thumb ran over yours repeatedly. You admired all the way from his hair to the silver chain that he never takes off from his neck.

“Take a picture it’ll last longer.” His voice broke your thoughts and brought you back to reality.

Your cheeks burn bright from being caught. “your handsome.”

Auston turned so he was looking down at you his head resting against the couch. That’s how you remain the both of you looking at each other the movie playing in the background. Auston’s hand found the side of your face and let it rest there before he leant down to kiss you. The kiss was slow and romantic. It was the type that made your legs go weak and your heart race faster. When you pulled away everything seemed hazy except Auston he was in complete focus.

“How was that?”

“Good.” You softly smiled. “really good.”

“better than last time?” The last time You and Auston had kissed was before he left for the season. You were laying in his bed just talking when he leaned down and kissed you.

They’re all great.“ You mumbled.

“You want to see if I can make this one better?”

You nod closing your eyes as Auston Matthews pulled you back into him. One kiss turned into two which turned into three which turned into you making out. Auston gently lifted you onto his lap and placed his hands on your hips. Your hands found the back of his neck and his hair.

He rubbed your back and played with the ends of your hair. Your lungs began to burn and the only sound you could make was a wimper mixed with a moan. Kissing along your jaw and neck Auston got the hint. However it didnt take long for him to return to your lips and start kissing away.

The door opened and closed loudly followed by an apology it caused both of you to jump. You leaned back into the couch hoping it wasn’t obvious how breathless and lightheaded you were. Auston sent you a lazy smile only making you want him even more.

“Hey guys!” Ema called coming into the room a brown bag in one hand her purse in the other.

“Hey mom.” Auston greeted and you waved.

“I brought take out.” She held up the bag glancing at the screen. “Oh I love this movie!”

“(Y/n) loves it too, she chose it.”

“Isn’t it just so sweet?” Ema commented a fond smile taking over.

“Mhm” you looked at the screen seeing the movies already almost over.

“Well I’ll take the food to the kitchen. Come in and get it whenever.” Ema walked into the kitchen leaving you alone once again.

“I could eat right now.” You stated taking the hair tie from your wrist and putting your hair up.

“Um” Auston cleared his throat. “Can you get me something?” He glanced down at his lap where the blanket is covering and you went red, but noddsd nonetheless.

“Sure.” You smiled standing up “I’ll grab you an egg role.”

file name: ice gays - all about that bass no treble

this is the cut bit from “I will possess your heart” and will eventually be a real fic of it’s own, if I ever finish the hinky fic?????

Yuri is wearing leggings and a loose shirt since he needs to go to the studio. He looks a little soft in it, he thinks, edging toward girlish. He feels nice in it. It matches the nail polish the triplets had put on him - a light, sparkly blue with gold glitter on top. It’s going to linger for weeks on his nails. Victor has a bubblegum-pink polish with heart shaped glitter pieces, very iridescent, very bright. One nail has peeled already and Victor spent time last night carefully repainting it in a coordinating color.

Victor is not happy about the leggings. He keeps reaching absentmindedly toward Yuri’s back pocket and ending up with a handful of loose jersey cloth. Then he stands around pouting about it. Yuri doesn’t feel guilty about it, because if he felt guilty every time Victor pouted at him, he’d be wallowing in it, just letting Victor steamroll over him even more than he does already.

Yuri slides out of Victor’s way as he tries again and says, “Stop touching my butt.”

“I can’t touch your butt,” says Victor, aggrieved. “It’s all covered up! We’ve talked about this before, Yuri. It’s a sin to cover up your butt like this.”

Yuri opens his mouth to say, ‘what if I grabbed your ass all the time, Victor’ and then closes it again. Victor would like to take Yuri’s hand and staple it to Victor’s ass. He would heave a small, happy sigh and lean right into Yuri’s hand, no matter where they were. It’s not that Yuri would mind, either. It’s that Yuri wouldn’t mind enough.

Finally he settles for “If you touch my butt at the studio, Minako-sensei will tease us about it.”

Victor raises his eyebrows. Yuri remembers when he had rewound a YouTube video of Victor raising his eyebrows at someone - Yakov, probably - at least ten times in a row, sighing at the screen in sweet, frustrated longing to be the one Victor was talking to. Now he understands why the person that Victor had been talking to looked like they were ready to rip Victor’s eyebrows off.

“If Minako-sensei teases me about you touching my butt,” clarifies Yuri, “I’m going to tell Yuu-chan who taught the girls to say 'tough shit’ in English.”

“Oh,” says Victor, and sulks behind Yuri the entire way to the dance studio. He only cheers up at the barre, where he does absurd stretches and peeks in the mirror to watch Yuri pretend not to watch him. Victor’s legs are very long.

Victor says something in Russian that Yuri really hopes isn’t “sit on my face and break my neck”. He isn’t very hopeful.

Jungkook/Jimin; the high school jocks.

++ angst, repressed feelings, post break up, fwb to underground relationship

“Jungkook, I think Jimin is looking for you.”

The basketballer freezes in the midst of his practice the instant he hears his teammate calling him from the side, and forces himself to stay calm within as he doesn’t allow himself to look away even if he wants to, simply pretending to focus on getting his ball through the hoop he’s been aiming at.

He misses it.

“Jimin who?” Jungkook answers with soft grunt, dissatisfied with his own performance lately. God damn distractions. “Jimin from the Art Club or—”

“Park Jimin.” Comes the voice of Jimin himself, the tone hopelessly cold and ironically unfamiliar.

Jungkook inhales as subtly as he can, trying to not show the slightest bit of his emotions. He can’t afford to; not when his teammates are all around, some already looking over curiously. Just stay cool, Jungkook tells himself silently as he wipes at his face with his wristband roughly. Everything’s going to be okay.

Just keep it all in.

“What is it?” Jungkook wonders for a moment if anyone can hear just how fast his heart is racing beneath that facade of his that he’s fighting to put up. It almost cracks when he finally lets himself turn to look at Jimin who’s standing so far away just as expressionless, wearing his swimming tracksuit that used to be hung in his closet just next to his jersey. “Why are you looking for me?”

Jimin’s stare hardens, and he stays silent for a minute before he glances downwards at the box he’s carrying to his chest, and speed-walks to where Jungkook is.

“Hey—” Jungkook warns, feeling his blood running cold when he almost thought Jimin was going to come closer, was going to break everything they had managed to build up for the past few years until Jimin just shoved the box into his arms, stepping backs immediately after.

“Someone told me to pass it to you.” Jimin breathes, his voice shaky as Jungkook’s heart almost stops over the sight of the other’s eyes slowly turning red. “Said it’s time you get back all your stuff.”

Jungkook figures it’s all the small things he’s left in Jimin’s apartment over the months. It ranged from a simple textbook to his glasses, his favorite red jacket and to so much more that this box’s now sitting heavy in his arms with the realization that this is it. Jimin has taken the time to clear everything out, just like he did a few days ago when he removed every single trace of his presence in Jungkook’s place too.

Gone, months of late night sleepovers are gone just like that.

“This is rather sudden, though.” Jungkook mutters, not knowing how he should even keep his act in place anymore as he watches the way Jimin hid his tears by forcing a small, sheepish chuckle out instead. “I’m having practice now would you want to talk about this later on—”

“I’m sorry for interrupting your practice but this can’t wait,” Jimin picks at his back straps as he slowly backtracks, and everything within Jungkook just wants to ask the other to stay but he can’t. So he just watches. “There’s no better time to give this to you. I have my own practice.”

Or this is just so I won’t be able to chase after you, Jungkook thinks to himself, but doesn’t say a word.

And that’s where all the problems are — no one can ever say a single thing to each other or express concern at all in public. What’s first started out as casual flings that were supposed to be harmless suddenly became their secrets to withhold because boys don’t love each other. Boys don’t kiss each other on the lips and hold each other till the morning rises. Boys don’t cry for each other just because keeping secrets are harder than what they had first expected. Boys don’t hurt for each other just because “it’s over”.

“I should go,” Jimin decides, noticing that Jungkook’s simply staying silent. “Goodbye.”

Say something.

Jungkook parts at his lips, but nothing comes out even as Jimin has turned away, walking away with heavy steps that no one’s looking in. He just looks tired, and only Jungkook knows just why he is. Their relationship has taken a toll on him, Jungkook knows, and especially now when it’s in ruins and he can’t even confide in anyone because nothing’s supposed to have happened in the first place. Them having feelings for each other weren’t in the formula for just having fun.


He stops, and Jungkook’s body goes numb with just how nervous he actually feels that second. It shouldn’t be that hard. Every teenager falls in love somehow in high school, Jungkook and Jimin aren’t that different just because they are both boys. It’s the same, it’s okay, Jungkook shouldn’t have to be afraid and so does Jimin-

“See you around in school.”

So why is Jungkook just letting Jimin go?

“ … See you.”

One Last Time

Title: One Last Time
Stiles Stilinski/Reader
Word Count: 2k
Sad moments, swearing, angst-y af, and some smut for y’all nasties
A/N: I decided to write this to join in on @rememberstilinski‘s Lacrosse Week. I hope it’s good. I wanted to dive deep into backstory and detail so let me know what you think and if you guys wanna see more fics with this format.

Originally posted by deathcabjenny

It was your first day at Beacon Hills High School. Your parents decided to pack up and move before your Junior year started meaning saying goodbye to all your already high school friends and dreading making new ones. The school near your new house didn’t seem to be too bad and was very into a sport called Lacrosse. You’ve never heard of it but when the first game came around, you decided to go to try and meet some players and fellow students. 

On the night of the game, you asked your parents for a ride to school so you could watch the game. They gladly agreed thinking that you had a ton of friends you were meeting up with. You didn’t want to burst their bubble so you went along with it the entire ride to campus. 

The game had just started when you got to the bleachers to find a seat. There was a small spot open near the bottom and you took it, not wanting to be stuck up too high with no view of the game or the players. The crowd began to cheer on certain player numbers as the game started. You just kind of awkwardly sat there, trying to go unnoticed. It was a pretty easy game to understand and you weren’t against liking it. 

Soon enough there was a few moments left in the game and you noticed a certainly incredible player running past every person and making the winning shot at the last second. You were impressed but also very tired. You lightly yawned as everyone in the bleachers scatters towards the players. You look around and decide to head out to the parking lot, while you wait for you parents to get you. 

“The stars look really beautiful tonight.” A voice says behind you causing you to whip your head to see where it came from. A boy with ruffled hair and deep brown eyes who seemed about your age stood there, gazing up at the stars. 

“Y-yeah, they are.” You glance up as you reply but quickly look back at the parking lot, searching for our parents’ car. 

“I’m Stiles. Or 24 as my jersey states.” He chuckled awkwardly which comforted you a bit knowing he was just as nervous to talk to you as you were him. 


“Yeah, yeah, I think I have you in my English class.” He remembered. 

You simply nodded before noticing your parents has pulled into the parking lot. You and Stiles said your goodbyes and promised to sit together at lunch on Monday. 

After a few months of being friends with Stiles, he asked you if you wanted to come over to his house while his dad was at work for a movie night. It was basically a date and you honestly were very excited for it.

You walked the few blocks from your house to Stiles’. You knocked on the door and within seconds, Stiles opened it up with a huge grin on his face. He lead you upstairs to his bedroom where you noticed he already had some snacks prepared and a movie ready to play on his laptop. 

You blushed at how much trouble he went to make this first date fun and comfortable for you. 

“I picked Star Wars but if you don’t want to watch it, we can find something else.” He rambled, obviously nervous.

“It’s perfect.” You smiled which calmed him down almost instantly. 

He crawled onto the bed and patted the spot next to him where you eagerly crawled to as he propped the laptop on a small table over his legs, angled to where both of you had a clear view of the screen. The movie started and while Stiles was glued to the screen you were focused on Stiles himself. His eyes lit up watching the movie and you adored it. Your eyes fell to his lips and all you wanted to do was kiss him but for all you knew, this could’ve just been another friendly movie night to him. 

Once the end credits began, he closed the laptop and place the table on the ground before turning in your direction to see you asleep. He laughed but then just stared at how your lips pouted in your sleep and how perfectly your hair fell around and on your face. He poked your cheek, waking you up. 

“Hmm?” You squinted your eyes and looked around, realizing you were still at Stiles’. “Oh, shit, sorry. I didn’t mean to fall aslee-” Stiles cut you off quickly by crashing his lips into yours and you didn’t hesitate to follow the movements of his mouth. You both pulled away with your eyes still shut, taking in the bliss of each others’ taste. 

“I’ve honestly wanted to do that for so long.” He whispered against your lips. 

“Then do it again.” You gripped his bottom lip between your teeth, earning a deep groan from him.

He rolled over on top of you and kissed you harder than before. There was more need than love in this kiss and you didn’t mind it one bit.

Finally, graduation was approaching and your relationship with Stiles hit a hard bump in the road. He had decided to go to college in the East while you wanted to go North. The state universities you both were going to attend were practically across the map from each other. You could never do a long-distance relationship and neither could Stiles. You both were too physical and clingy for it to ever work out. You were going to be moving to a new state right after you graduated but Stiles wanted you to stay until the end of summer, right before classes would start but you were too eager to get out of your parents house. 

“Y/N, will you please reconsider staying a bit longer? I just want a few more months with you.” He pleaded.

“Stiles, I already put down a payment on an apartment out there. I’m due to move in within two weeks. If I don’t, I’ll lose the room.”

“I know…I just don’t want to let you go yet.” His voice rose a bit. 

“You think I want to say goodbye to you? Do you actually think this is any easier for me for to say goodbye to my best friend and boyfriend?” 

“Well you seem so fucking eager to leave me and everyone behind to start a new life across the country. We haven’t even had sex in a few months due to you planning your move and figuring out everything while I’ve been here just wanting to have as many last moments with you as I can before you say fuck it and leave me forever.” He practically yelled.

“You’re an asshole, Mieczyslaw.” Your voice cracked before you turned to walk towards your car and drove home. You thanked God that your parents were home to ask you a million questions so you ran up into your room and slammed the door shut. Tears were unstoppable as they gushed down you cheeks while you gathered up all of Stiles’ stuff. As you were throwing old t-shirts and gifts into a box, you found an his backup lacrosse jersey that he gave to you a while back. You froze before taking off your top and putting on the oversize jersey. Your heart dropped as you remembered the day that he let you have this.

You shivered in his car as he drove you home from the town carnival. Stiles soon enough noticed the goosebumps on your arms.

“You cold, baby?” He asked softly.

“A little. But I’m fine, really.” You lightly smiled at him. Before you could object he reached around his seat and grabbed a lacrosse jersey, handing it to you. 

“Stiles, I said I’m fine.”

“No buts. Take it. I can tell your about to become a popsicle.”

You happily accepted the jersey and slid it onto your torso. It was warm and smelt of Stiles cheap cologne. As he reached your house, you went to pull off the jersey but Stiles quickly stopped you.

“Keep it. Wear it to bed so it feels like I’m there with you, keeping you warm.” He leaned over the console and kissed you before you got out of the car and went inside.

A knock on the door pulled you out of your mind. 

“Go away.” You shouted but the door still opened. You looked up expecting your mom or dad but it was Stiles who stood in the doorway, tears filled his eyes as he looked at your body, noticing you were wearing his jersey.

“Your parents let me in.” His voice gravelly from crying.

“I don’t want to talk to you, Stiles.”

“Then just listen. I know that you’re leaving and I have to accept that. I know that long distance isn’t going to work for us but I love you with all my heart, Y/N.” He sat down next to you and took your hand in his. “Graduation is next week and you’ll be gone the day after but I was just hoping for one last time. One last kiss. One last touch. One last taste before you go.” 

You didn’t respond, only leaned in and gave him a passionate kiss. Soon enough, he kiss deepened and Stiles crawled on top of you, pushing you down on the bed. Your hands found his gelled hair and gently pulled on his causing Stiles to moan into the kiss. One hand held him above you but he decided to glide the other down your body until he reached your shorts. He fumbled with the buttons a bit before undoing them and wiggling his hand inside but still outside your panties. Your breathing hitched as he pushed his digits onto your clit, rubbing slow circles. You pulled away from the kiss and threw your head back. Stiles attached his lips to your neck, sucking and biting at the skin. He pulled his hand out and kneeled up, undoing his own jeans. His erection was straining in his briefs but you decided to tease him more. You pushed him down onto his back and straddled him. He smirked, loving when you took control. You ground yourself against him, earning a deep moan. 

“Shh, we gotta be quiet. My parents are downstairs, remember.” You whispered next to his ear. 

You got off of him for a quick second to take off your shorts before crawling back on top of him. You reached into his briefs and pulled out his erection, stroking it painfully slow. 

“Y/N…fuck, please don’t tease me. I need to feel you.” He whimpered.

You rose up on your knees, pushing your panties to the side and aligning him with your entrance. You slid down on top of him while you bit your lip, suppressing moans as best you could. His hands gripped your hips as you began to rock on top of him. You slid the jersey above you chest, giving his access to your breasts. He kept one hand on your hips, helping you find a good rhythm while the other gripped your tits, kneading them hard. He thrusted upwards, meeting you half way to help get deeper inside you. 

“God, Y/N, you feel so good.” He grunted.

“Stiles, I’m close. Fuck, I’m so close.”

“Me too, baby. Just let go.” 

Just like that, you were clenching around his and your legs were shaking. He lifted you off of him and wrapped his hand around himself, finishing on both of your guys’ stomachs. You both were panting messes. Stiles reached behind your bed frame and pulled out a towel before wiping up the mess he made on the both of you.

“Good thing you didn’t move this.” He chuckled. You slid your shirt down as you got up and pulled you shorts back on while Stiles tucked himself back in his pants, re-buttoning them.

Once you were both dressed again, you crawled into his arms and just laid there for a while. You looked up at him and kissed his cheek.

“I love you, Mieczyslaw.”

“I love you more, Y/N.”

We Won’t Be Doing Much Sleeping, Will We? | E.D.

Requested By: @stardazedolan


You had been best friends with the twins for forever, but only moved out to L.A. about a month ago. You spent a ton of time together, and old feelings were starting to come back. When you were younger, in Jersey, you’d always had the slightest crush on Ethan, and now recently you had slowly felt your heart pulling in the same direction. It wasn’t helpful that both of the twins touched you all the time. You had always been that way, and extremely comfortable, so nothing had changed as you got older.


You were sitting on your couch in nothing other than a shirt that you’d stolen from Grayson a week ago, when the doorbell rang. You looked through the peephole, and lo and behold, it was the twins. You opened it a crack. “Um, heyyyy guys… I’m totally wearing pants..” You said, then watched as their eyes flicked down at the same time. “You know what, on second thought, I’ll be right back!” You yelled, retreating to your room. There, you threw on a pair of spanx then ran back out. They were already in your living room, and you shouted “Gray! Dirty Dancing!” Before running straight into his arms. He lifted you up, and held you up there as Ethan laughed, capturing it all on snapchat. You guys had been doing that since you were kids. You had all watched the movie one day when you were like seven, and then spent 4 hours learning how to do it. Of course, it was easier now that the twins were bigger and stronger than they had been at 7. You tumbled back down, and into Gray’s arms. He held you for a second, before letting you go. You walked over to hug Ethan, and he turned you around in his arms so that you were facing away from him, and towards Gray. You wiggled slightly to get out, but stopped when he whispered “I wouldn’t do that if I were you Princess,” in your ear. You felt shivers down your spine, but stopped moving.

“Oh yeah, we have a favor to ask you,” Gray said, once you were still. “We kinda need to stay at your apartment while ours is busy…”

“Wait, what do you mean busy?” You asked. “That’s unimportant,” Gray responded. “We practically live here already… But honestly we wouldn’t even have to be here that long. Just to sleep, really.” Just then you felt Ethan incline his head slightly towards your ear again. “But we won’t be doing much sleeping, will we?” He whispered, with a smirk. You rolled your eyes, before once again trying to escape his arms. “Ah ah, Princess,” he muttered. “Besides, you should probably get used to the feeling of my body on yours.” You ignored the fact that this slightly turned you on, and decided to focus on escape. You shot E a glare, before yelling “Gray, Help!” he won’t let me gooooo!”

Grayson moved quickly and you soon found yourself being tackled, along with Ethan. You landed with Ethan on top of you, and Gray next to you. Ethan was smirking again, and you could practically hear his dirty thoughts. “Don’t even think about it,” You growled, before rolling out from under him. “Why shouldn’t I, when it will happen soon enough?” He whispered under his breath, before shooting a look at your retreating back. and then pulling himself up. You just shook your head, before grinning to yourself. “Whatever you say bud, whatever you say.”