#one day I’ll write out the whole scenario I have playing in my head

[illvmii]

Home For The Weekend.

DBF!Miguel x FEM!Reader, NSFW!! READ WITH CAUTION!!

TAGS: DBF!Miguel, Nsfw, a little fluff ig, pining Miguel, I gave you good parents because you deserve it, oral (fem receiving), praise, p in v, unprotected (use protection gang), a little exhibisionism (people are in the house), Miguel is pretty soft in this one, LMK if I forgot anything

A/N: Because I had to swap accounts and all that, I decided to write smut as a sorry (cause I know that’s what most Miguel fans want LMFAO) so here you go!! It’s Dad’s best friend cause GODDD I love DBF Miguel lemme tell ya. Also not proof read (I’m really fucking tired rn I’ll proof read tmr probably)

You’ve been away from home for a good while at this point. Your college really wasn’t all that far away, but you’ve been so freaking busy it’s unbelievable. You called your parents at least three times a week, even at that point you were failing to do so. You were completely overwhelmed and it was awful.

But finally, finally you had a weekend where you were free. You didn’t have anything to do, so you decided to drive home and spend the weekend there. You knew your parents really missed you, so it was the best choice for all of you (plus you’d been killing to taste some of your moms cooking once again).

You had called your father to let him and your mom know you were coming, but were told a very interesting surprise. It was for sure a welcome one, though. Your father’s best bud, Miguel O’Hara, was staying with your parents for a week. Apparently the man’s house got termites which fucking blew chunks for him. But for you… well, aren’t you just lucky?

That man is HOT! We all know it, he’s absolutely stunning. So when you figured you’d be in the same house as him for a whole weekend, your entire stay seemed to get much more interesting.

Of course it was a ‘Look don’t touch’ scenario, you couldn’t even imagine the hell that would let loose if you made a hit on your dad’s best friend. You knew your father and Miguel were super close, they have been since you were a little girl. Miguel and your pops met when you were in third grade, because you were on your schools little soccer team. Miguel was the coach, since his own daughter Gabriella was on it.

You and Gabi actually became pretty good friends, still are to this day. She’s fun to be around and you text her whenever you have the chance. Of course she doesn’t know about the absolutely disgusting thoughts you have about her father on the lonelier nights. You think nobody but you really needs to know those. God forbid if your dad found out.

You haven’t seen Miguel in… what was it? Nearly three years at this point. He didn’t come around the house much after you turned 19 for some reason. Your dad and him always hung out at bars and such. So you haven’t seen him in a long time. The barbecues Miguel always had once a month were strangely on days you had told your dad you weren’t available, either. It’s very strange. You never have had the best of luck with men, so you just assume god is playing a cruel trick on you.

You eventually pulled into your childhood home driveway, the second you entered your mom pulls you to the side and presses kisses all over your face.

“Oh my gosh! It feels I haven’t seen my baby girl in ages! How have you been, honey?!”

Pressing a kiss to her cheek, you smile, “Been good. Busy, as I’ve said on our calls. But finally got some free time!”

Your mother grinned and pulled you into a hug, “I’m so glad your home, sweetheart. The house just isn’t the same without you here.”

“Dad already getting on your nerves, huh?” You snicker, hugging her back tightly.

Your mom chuckles and shakes her head, “He’s still the same ol’ grump. You should have heard him and Miguel when the soccer game was on… my goodness I was worried we were going to get a noise complaint.”

“Are they really that bad? Geez. I know Dad is bad, can’t imagine two of them.”

Your mother chuckles, “Your father is in the living room. Go say hi, hes been waiting for you all day.”

You give her a nod and walk off to the living room to greet your dad. He’s on the couch, so you plop down next to him. “Hey, Dad. How’s it hanging?”

He turns to look at you and bumps your shoulder with his, “There you are, squirt. Where you been for so long, huh? Outgrown us regular people now you’re a big shot at college?”

You smirk at his tease, “Don’t worry. I won’t forget about you. Least not yet.”

He flicks your forehead, chuckling to himself.

“Miguel is out in the pool. You should go say hi.”

Your face immediately heats up. He’s in the god damn pool?! With probably little shorts? Oh god…

You nod and stand from the couch and make your way to the pool. You slide the glass door to the patio open and dear god.

You see Miguel, hes swimming laps in the big pool. As long as you’ve known him, he’s worked out a bunch. No wonder he’s so fucking buff.

Stepping down into the patio area, you send him a wave, “Hey, Mr. O’Hara?”

He pauses his swimming and looks up at you. He flashes a smile, “My god, that you, pequeña?”

Miguel shakes his head to get the excess water out, swimming too the stairs of the pool to get out. You see now that yes, he is in little swim trunks.

He grabs his towel to wipe his extremely chiseled chest down. He smiles at you as he does, “How have you been, chica? I haven’t seen you for a while. Your dad sends me photos of you sometimes, but they really didn’t show off how much you’ve grown.”

You blush as he runs his eyes over you to really take in your growth. “I’ve been okay. College is keeping me busy. How about you? I’ve heard your house has termites.”

Miguel let’s out a loud groan, “Mhm. I could hear them in the walls at night, it was hell. At least they’re getting taken care of now, ‘Eh?”

“Yeah. I could imagine that would be hell,” You add on, not helping the conversation at all. You really couldn’t focus on conversing well. The man who has plagued your mind since you hit puberty is standing right in front of you, wet and in tiny shorts.

Miguel fully dries himself off, “I’ll go in and change, alright? Then we can talk some more.”

He walks off and you follow behind. You sit next to your dad in the living room and patiently (not at all patiently) wait for ‘Mr. O’Hara’.

Miguel walks into the living room wearing some loose shorts and a white t-shirt. He sits on a free chair and looks to your dad, “Man, look how big your girl is now! Can’t even believe it. Can’t believe how big my Gabi is, either.”

Your dad chuckles and groans, “I know, right? Time really flies when you get old.”

Miguel shoots you a smile, “I’m not that old, am I, cariño?”

You shake your head quickly, “Of course not.”

Your father chuckles, “You don’t gotta lie to Miguel, honey! Let him have it.”

Miguel leans forward to smack your father’s shoulder, “Ay! You aren’t young yourself.”

Your father and Miguel banter back and forth for a bit, before the soccer game starts out. They shut up immediately to watch, though once the plays start happening they shout at the TV like mad men. You chuckle whenever they do. It brought back memories of you and Gabriella having a play date and hearing them go nuts over the match in the other room.

After the match, it was dinner time, and holy fuck did it smell good. Your mother knew how to cook man, let me tell you.

You were sat in between your mom and Miguel. Your dad and the hunk were talking about the game, while your mother asked you questions about how college was going. You told her all about it, from the gossip to how the vending machine in the lobby stopped working again, which pissed you off to no end.

While you were talking and ranting about “those damn machines”, you felt a thigh press against yours. You glance down, seeing it was Miguel’s. Strange, because you didn’t remember his chair being this close. You shrug it off and keep talking to your mom.

After dinner you were stuffed, so you head up to your bedroom for the night. You were currently sitting on your old bed, snuggled up all nice and cozy while watching some YouTube. That was until the door creaked open. You figured your mom had done your laundry like the lovely lady she is, but indeed it was Miguel.

He stepped into the room with a soft smile, closing the door behind him, “Hey, pequeña.”

You sit up immediately at the sight of him, plucking your earbuds from your ears, “Hey, Mr. O’Hara. What do you need?”

Miguel sits himself on the edge of the bed, “You can just call me Miguel, sweetheart. Mr. O’Hara makes me feel ancient.”

“Alright, Miguel.” You smile, which makes him chuckle. He looks up at you and speaks;

“We haven’t had much time to speak one on one. I just wanted to catch up with you, hadn’t seen you in a while.”

You tilt your head endearingly, “Yeah, it has been a while. College has kept me from coming home, plus you and dad don’t hang out around the house as much as you used to.”

Miguel’s face actually pinks a little at the statement, to your bewilderment. He scratches his head, “Yeah. Just gettin’ out on the town as you kids say makes us feel young, I guess.”

Cuddling your blankets a bit closer to you, you grin at him, “You really aren’t that old. You had Gabriella decently young, right?”

“I guess so,” He shrugs, “It feels like forever ago, yet also yesterday. Can’t believe my flor pequeña is in college now.”

You nod, “Oh yeah, I can’t believe we’re in college either. Gabriella texts me all about her college days. She rants about her boyfriend constantly, she seems to really like him.”

Miguel groans, “Don’t even get me started on that boy. He is not worth my daughter, not even a little.”

You giggle at his protective nature. You’re positive that no matter who Gabriella dates, Miguel will never deem them as good enough for his daughter.

Miguel looks into your eyes, “So, you got a boyfriend, niña?”

“Oh, no. I haven’t really met the right person,” Which was a total lie, by the way. You’ve gone on dates and met super nice guys, but in your head you constantly compared them to your first crush ever, Miguel. They never shaped up, so it never went anywhere.

His eyes widen, “Really? You’re so beautiful now, I’d figure you’d have tons of boys chasing you.”

The statement makes you blush fiercely, “Ah, no.”

Miguel lets out a thoughtful sigh, “You really have grown into a lovely young woman, you know.”

You blush even harder, “Thank you, Mr. O’Hara.”

He places a hand on yours with a chuckle, “I told you, it’s Miguel.”

“Right. Sorry. Sorry,” You take some deep breaths, trying to calm yourself down. Miguel sees this and smiles.

“Why so flustered, cariño? Is it because I called you beautiful?”

You end up covering your face to hide said blush from him. Geez, your heart could not take this right now. You were dressed in some baggy Spider-Man pajamas, yet he is calling you beautiful?

“I-I’m not…”

You can’t believe you’re stuttering. The things this man does to you is insane.

Miguel reached a hand forward to take your hands away from your face. He doesn’t remove it, though. He rests it on your cheek.

“Do you want to know why I stopped coming around your house?”

You nod, staring into his chocolate brown eyes.

“It’s because of your 19th birthday. Do you remember it?”

You think back to those years ago. It was a pretty fun party. You got a bunch of friends and family over and swam in your pool. It wasn’t anything extravagant, but just a fun time.

“Yeah. What about it? Did I do something?”

He chuckles and tucks a lock of your hair behind your ear, “Nah. It’s just me. You… that day, do you remember what your swimsuit looked like?”

You think back again and blush. Not one of your smartest moments, buying a white swimsuit. It looked cute online, the thought of that it was supposed to go in water and get wet not really cementing itself in your head.

“Yeah…”

He nods and chuckles, “I saw you step out of the pool, and rushed over with a towel to cover you up. Remember? Sure, it was because I didn’t want you to expose yourself like that. However, I had a selfish reason.”

You look up and tilt your head a little.

“I didn’t want anyone else to see that part of you.”

“Huh?” Your brows furrow.

He smirks, “I was confused by the thought, too. I left right after the party and went to my house. I figured I’d stop having such strange thoughts after a day… but amor, I haven’t stopped thinking about you once.”

Your eyes widen, “Wh- Huh?”

“You’re so beautiful, I don’t think you understand. You grew into this woman who I admire, not just for your looks. You’re wonderful, absolutely wonderful. You’re kind, you’re thoughtful, you’re funny, you’re perfect. I can’t get you out of my damn head.”

You can’t manage to speak at this point. You stare up at the man in shock as he moves his hand from your cheek to the back of your neck.

“Please, let me kiss you, niña,” He basically begs, his eyes look full of desperation, “I’ve wanted to do it for years.”

You manage a tiny nod, so he rushes forward to kiss your lips. He holds you very close against him and kisses you hard. He lets out a groan at the contact. His tongue prods at your lips after a while and who are you to refuse such a man? You let him in, letting out a little groan of your own when he explores you.

After what felt like too short, you have to pull away to catch your breath. He doesn’t stop being on you, though. When you pant, he moves to kiss your jaw and neck.

You let out a little groan, “M-Miguel…”

“No good?” He speaks between kisses, “I’ve wanted to touch you for years, you don’t understand…”

You let out a little whimper, a god damn whimper.

“Please, let me touch you. Fuck, please,” He begs again. You manage a small nod once again. He dives back in to keep kissing your neck.

You wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer. His hands move downwards towards your shirt. He tugs it over your head and moans. His hands immediately reach down to squeeze your tits, and you have to cover your mouth to keep your moans in.

He mumbles out a soft “Fuck…” when he uses his thumbs to glide over your nipples. After a few seconds, he leans down to press kisses all over your soft breasts. He still uses his hands to softly prod at them.

You let out a low whine and he looks up at you, “Be quiet, my girl. Can’t have anyone hearing you.”

You nod and keep covering your mouth as he leans down to keep pressing soft kisses to your chest. After a few moments, he tugs at your bottoms and looks up at you. You nod embarrassingly, and he takes them and your underpants off in one fell swoop.

You hear him audibly choke a breath, which makes you blush more. He manhandles you so your thighs rest on his shoulders, and just goes to town.

You let out a loud yelp when his tongue presses against your clit, so he reaches down and puts his fingers in your mouth to silence you. He keeps his mouth going, sucking on the bud to bring you pleasure.

Miguel pulls back with a long breath, “Tastes so good…”

You whimper against his fingers when he leans down to insert his tongue in you. You cry out as he holds nothing back, forcefully having his way with you.

His one hand that isn’t in your mouth is softly caressing your thigh, which is driving you crazy in its own right. It feels like everywhere he touches you is pure heaven.

Though that one hand leaves after a moment, instead he moves to insert a finger in you. You clamp down on his fingers, which makes him chuckle.

“Feel that good?”

Against his hand, you mumble, “Fingers so thick…”

He smirks and curls his index finger, making your hips buck up and you let out another whine. He can softly hear you beg for more.

He complies, of course. Hes waited for this for years, no way he won’t give his girl everything she wants.

He inserts another finger, moving them around a little until he eventually finds your most sensitive spot. He presses the pad of his fingers up against it suddenly, making you jerk and squirm around.

His mouth dives back down to suck on your clit, which drives you absolutely insane. His fingers in both your mouth and inside you, as well as his skilled mouth was far too much for one woman to handle.

Miguel looks over at one of the thighs placed on his shoulder, seeing it shiver and shake. He breaks away briefly, “Are you close already, amor? You’re so sensitive for me. Have you been wanting my touch too?”

You nod frantically when he lowers his head to your clit again. You cry out, “Uh-Huh! Y-You were my first crush!” Your words were mumbled against his fingers, but he understood them just fine.

He sucks on your clit hard and curls his fingers at the same time, which causes you to let out a moan and your thighs shake more. He breaks away,

“Look at me when you come. Look into my eyes as I make you come. You understand?”

You nod and keep eye contact with him as he inserts a third finger, pressing over and over to your g-spot. He uses his tongue to swirl around your inflated bud at the same time.

His gaze, his mouth, his fingers, it was all far too much. After one harsh suck, you came with a muffled shout.

Miguel drank it all up immediately, seemingly absolutely satisfied to be covered in your juices.

He lets you catch your breath and removes his fingers from your mouth. He also lowers your hips back to the bed, being delicate as he does so he doesn’t hurt you. You were panting very harshly, still coming down from your high.

Everything was a bit fuzzy at the moment. Though you refocused a few seconds later- holy shit.

His shorts have been discarded, along with his shirt. He was naked just as you were, and god damn was he big.

He leans down to press a kiss to your stomach, “You think you can go again? Can you take me, pretty girl?”

You try and speak only to realize that you, in fact, can’t. You settle for a thumbs up, which just makes him laugh softly.

He gives you a few more seconds before aligning himself up with your pretty pussy, pushing himself in agonizingly slow.

You let out another moan, so he quickly puts his fingers in your mouth again to keep you quiet. He really, really did not need your parents who were down in the living room to hear this.

He kept pushing himself in, holding his own groans back. He’d used his hand and imagined how you’d feel in the past, but it was nothing like this. This was perfect.

Once he was in as far as he could go, he stopped and let you get comfortable. Of course it was a battle for him, he was fighting his primal instincts to just take your hard and fast.

You keep letting out the most adorable little whimpers, which even though he’s currently fucking you, make Miguel’s heart melt.

You hum against his fingers, “Ready…”

He nods and begins to move very slowly. He focuses on your face as he watches it contort and squeeze with his movements. You were so pretty when you were experiencing such pleasure, he thought.

He whispers, “Good job, pequeña. Such a good girl for me.”

The praise makes you bite down on his fingers a little. Your hands travel upwards to scratch on his back, too. It was taking all your willpower to not be loud.

He moves a little faster, leaning down to kiss you as he does. He keeps mumbling “My pretty girl” And “So perfect, just for me” as he increases his speed.

He knows he isn’t going to last long. He’s been dreaming about you for years at this point.

He begins to sweat as his hips snap against yours. His free hand moves down to rub on your already abused clit. You grunt on his fingers, pursing your lips against them.

“You gonna come for me again, amor? Come on my cock. Can you do that for me?” He speaks very softly. Both to keep it down, but to also be intimate with you.

You breathe heavily as you feel him pound into you. You can feel tears brimming at your eyes from the sensation.

He licks his thumb and places it back down on your clit, rubbing circles over and over again. At the same time, his hips were slamming against yours. Soon enough, you reached a second orgasm. He let out a moan that was nearly too loud when you did. The sensation was his end, because a few thrusts later he pulled out and came on your stomach.

You and him sat there, panting like you’d just ran a damn marathon. Though after a few minutes, Miguel stands and walks over to your nightstand to get the wipes there. He begins to wipe you of his cum and your sweat, cleaning you off so you can sleep comfortably.

You were so fucking exhausted it was insane. You could barely register as he carefully slid your pajamas back onto you, then changed back into his own clothes.

He leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead, “If I could sleep in here, I would.”

“Mhm…” You mumble, a little upset he wouldn’t be cuddling you to sleep. But you obviously understood his reasoning.

He pressed a soft kiss to your lips,

“Let’s do this again sometime, pequeña.”

Hope you enjoyed you rabid Miguel fans!! Feedback is always welcome. I used spanishdict so please correct any mistakes you see. Reqs open too!!

This was my first time posting anything NSFW on any site ever so I’m sorry if it’s bad LOL

Don’t repost or claim as or own and all that stuff please!! ❤️❤️

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[corroded-hellfire]

hi! i don’t know if you take requests/fic suggestions (if not feel free to ignore), but i love your writing (where the heart is ruined me in the best way!!) and thought you would write this idea super well. basically i saw this instagram reel (and watched it on repeat like 10 times) where a dad tells a waiter that his daughter thinks he’s cute and i thought it could be a cute meet-cute-scenario for eddie (or steve if you write for him)! that’s pretty much it lol, i hope you’re having a good day!

https://www.instagram.com/reel/CmXJ1_zL9F7/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=

This may just be the cutest request I've ever gotten. I enjoyed writing this so so so much. I have to thank @munson-blurbs for suggesting I make the reader Hopper's daughter and adding another layer of hilarity to it for me. Fun fact, this scenario happened to my brother once. Only he was like, 11, so nothing was going to come from it and it was just purely my dad trying to embarrass him lol. Anyway, I really hope you enjoy this!

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“Hey, welcome to Breadstix. My name is Eddie and I’ll be your waiter.”

You look up from your menu and do a double take at the beautiful man standing there. He’s tall and thin, his black t-shirt showing off his tiny waist and the light jeans showcasing the length of his legs. He has brown curly hair tucked in a bun at the nape of his neck, with a few loose frizzy pieces framing his face. The tattoos that are scattered along his arms catch your attention; your eyes being particularly drawn to the colony of bats taking flight on his forearm. But it’s when you look into his eyes that you get lightheaded and forget your own name, let alone what you were going to order for dinner. 

Going out for a family dinner with your dad and sister was never something that was particularly exciting, but it just got a hell of a whole lot better. 

“The special today is the brown sugar pork chops with a sweet potato on the side.”

“Huh,” your dad hums, eyes scanning over the menu once more. “That sounds good. I’ll take the special and a coke.”

Eddie takes down the pen that’s tucked behind his ear and scribbles down on the pad in his hand. He looks at your sister next and she gives him a sweet smile.

“For you?” Eddie asks.

“I’ll have the mushroom and Swiss burger, please,” El says. “And a water.” 

He jots that down as well then turns to you. When his eyes land on you, your mouth goes dry. Eddie shoots you a smile and you swear your stomach is too full of butterflies to eat any food. 

“And what can I get for you?” Eddie asks.

A cold shower? A date? An orgasm? 

“Um, I’ll have the spaghetti and meatballs. A-And a Diet Coke,” you manage to get out.

“Ah, my favorite,” Eddie says with a wink that nearly kills you as he writes your order down. “I’ll put those right in for you.”

He walks away from the table, and you feel your body deflate, letting out a breath and finally relaxing. You drop your head down on the table to hide the smile spread across your lips.

“What’s with you?” your dad asks.

“Hmm?” You lift your head up and look at him. El is giggling in her seat next to you, clearly knowing why you’re acting strange and bubbly.

“What’s with this sudden…mood change?” Your dad waves his hand around in front of your face, gesturing to your dopey expression. 

“I know,” El snickers and you reach over to playfully shove her. Your dad leans back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest as he watches the two of you. He raises his eyebrows at you girls as you nudge one another back and forth with your elbows.

“Well shit, someone slipped something into your Wheaties this morning,” he says.

But your dad isn’t dumb. As chief of police, things rarely escaped his notice. He’s just waiting to see if you’ll cop to it or not.

“No, it’s just…” You trail off, shaking your head.

“It’s what?” 

A red flush comes to your face and El covers her mouth as she lets out another giggle.

“He’s so cute.”

“Who?” Hopper asks, just flat out playing dumb now. 

“The waiter!” you say in exasperation.

“Eddie.” El says his name, leaning in towards you and wiggling her eyebrows. 

“Ah,” your dad says with a laugh. “That’s your type, huh?”

“Dad!” you admonish, face becoming even redder. 

He lifts his hands in surrender as El dissolves into laughter. Before, you wouldn’t have described yourself as having a “type” but after seeing Eddie, you can’t imagine having a type that didn’t look like him. It was hard to pick out one thing that turned you on about him the most. The package of Eddie as a whole was so overwhelming that you could practically feel the sharp stab of Cupid’s arrow jammed in your back.

You spot Eddie approaching with the drinks, so you swat at El to get her to behave. She bites her lip and stares down at the scuffed wooden table in front of her, so she doesn’t lose it again.

“Here we go. Water, coke, and a Diet Coke. Your dinner should be coming out soon,” Eddie says. “Everything okay here?”

You’re praying your dad keeps his mouth shut as you smile and nod your head at Eddie. When he gives you a smile in return, El covers a laugh by pretending to cough into her hand. You’d throttle her when you got home. Hopper seems to pay Eddie no more mind than he would any other waitstaff that his oldest daughter didn’t find absolutely beautiful.

After Eddie leaves again, conversation thankfully steers away from your romantic inclinations and into the topic of ridiculous calls that came in at the station today. El also tells you about a school project that’s coming up and tells your dad she needs to get a book for her next book report at the library. It’d be easy to think that your father forgot all about your attraction to your waiter, but when Eddie comes to deliver your meals, it’s obvious he didn’t. Sometimes the universe just liked to pull the rug out from underneath you.

“Alright,” Eddie says. He’s balancing the large tray carrying your plates on one hand, muscles rippling under the skin of his arm as he holds it up. The only thing that tears your eyes away from his bicep is when he places your dish down in front of you. “Anything else I can get you guys?”

“I think we’re all set,” your dad says. Eddie nods and tucks the tray under his arm. As he goes to turn away from the table, Hopper lifts his hand and swivels towards Eddie. “Oh, one thing.”

Eddie licks his lips as he spins back towards the table, a friendly smile on his face. “What can I get you?”

“Oh no, nothing,” your dad says with a shake of his head. “It’s just that my daughter here thinks you’re very cute.” He reaches over and pats you on the back so there’s no mistaking which one of his children he’s talking about. 

“Dad!” 

El bursts out into laughter as you raise your hands to cover your face, wanting to die on the spot. The heat in your cheeks is enough to make sweat break out along your hairline, only made worse by how fast your heart is pounding. The adrenaline rush flooding your veins is real. Being a high school student, you’ve been embarrassed plenty of times before in your life, but you think this takes the cake. Having the police chief as a father also came with its own moments of teasing and joking, but this seemed extreme even for him. Somewhere deep inside, you find the courage to peek at Eddie from between your fingers. There’s a shy smile on his face as he looks at you, his own cheeks dusted in a light bit of pink. 

“Well, that’s very sweet,” Eddie finally says, resting his hand over his heart. He opens his mouth again, but nothing comes out and you realize that not only did your dad put you on the spot, but Eddie as well. “I’m flattered.”

Slowly your hands fall from your face and into your lap. Peering up at Eddie from under your eyelashes, he dips his gaze quickly before meeting yours again. The smile on his pretty mouth makes you feel as if there’s an animal jumping and banging around inside your heart, trying to break free. 

“Let me know if there’s anything else I can get for you,” Eddie says before walking away.

Part of you feels a bit disheartened. But what did you expect? Eddie to ask you on a date because your father told him you’re attracted to him? Right in the middle of his shift? God, your dad better give him a big tip on the check. 

“You’re the worst,” you mumble as you twirl some spaghetti onto your fork. But there’s a fond smile on your face as you shoot a glare at the chief.

Eddie comes by twice more while you’re eating to see if everything is okay, and both times you can barely meet his gaze. El thinks it’s all hilarious and has a grin on her face for the rest of dinner. 

Once everyone is finished and your and El’s leftovers are boxed up, Eddie comes over with the bill. You expect him to put it down on the table right in front of your father, but he walks around him to come up behind you and reaches over our shoulder to lay the check down right in front of you.

“I figured you’d be taking care of this,” he says. You can’t see him from where he’s standing behind you, but El catches sight of the smirk on his face and her expression lights up in glee. 

It’s hard to concentrate on anything with Eddie standing so close to you that you can smell the trace of cigarettes under a spicy cologne wafting over you. When he speaks, the scent of mint is added into the mix, so you assume he’s chewing a stick of gum and you’ve never been more jealous of a piece of candy in your life. 

When Eddie walks away, you have to fight the urge to reach out and grab onto him and make him stay. El moving the check in front of you snaps your attention back to the task staring you in the face. You give El’s hand a light smack so she drops the slip of paper. You’re able to snatch it up and hold it up to your face so El can’t read it from where she’s sitting. 

I hope your dad is currently unarmed since I’d like to say that I think his older daughter is very beautiful. And inquire if she might like to go on a date with me? 555-0527 xoxo - Eddie

Your wide eyes can’t believe what you’re reading. It takes a minute for it to click in your brain what you’re actually looking at. The smile spreads across your lips next, making your cheeks ache from the intensity of your grin. 

When the paper gets plucked from your fingers you whine and furrow your brow at your father. 

“What, you going to pay?” he asks as he digs for his money in his wallet. 

“No. But I was reading that,” you say.

“Well hang on, I gotta know how much to leave don’t I? You can kiss his phone number once I’m done.”

The blush flares up on your face at his words. You weren’t going to actually kiss the paper. But the fact that said paper could lead to a kiss is what’s got you so wound up. Hopper slaps some bills down on the table and hands you the precious check back. You securely fold it and clutch it in your hands, afraid to let it out of your sight for even a moment. El grabs the takeaway boxes and the three of you head towards the door. As you take one last look over your shoulder into the restaurant, you see Eddie coming out of the kitchen. His eyes lock with yours and he gives you that smile you swear could stop time. 

“Maybe I should embarrass you more often, huh?” Hopper says from behind you. 

“No!” you and El answer in unison. 

“I’ll be right back,” you say, glancing back at your family. 

“We’ll be outside,” your dad says.

“Have fun,” El adds with a smirk before she follows your dad out the door. 

Taking a deep breath to relax your system, you start to walk over towards Eddie. 

“Hey,” he says once you’re standing in front of him.

“Hi. Look, I’m sorry if you felt embarrassed or put on the spot. He can be a bit much sometimes.”

“No, no,” Eddie assures you with a shake of his head. “First thing I thought when I walked over to your table tonight was how beautiful you are. The Chief kind of did me a favor, actually.” 

“Oh. Well, I’m glad then,” you say, face glowing from his compliment. 

“I take it you got my note?” Eddie asks, reaching up to scratch the back of his head. 

“I did,” you say, still clutching it in your hands. “And I, uh, would like to go on a date with you. So, I’ll definitely call.”

“I get off work at nine,” he tells you. 

“You’ll hear from me soon after that then,” you say with a shy shrug of the shoulders. 

“I’m really looking forward to it, uh…”

He trails off and you realize it’s because he doesn’t know your name. You introduce yourself to him and extend your hand. Instead of shaking it, like you expected, he takes your hand in his and leans in to press his lips against your knuckles. You’re pretty sure you’re going to spontaneously combust. Or have an aneurysm. Or just flat out melt into a puddle on the floor. 

“I’ll talk to you tonight then,” Eddie says.

“Tonight,” you repeat, slowly backing away from him. You don’t want to go, but you know your dad will come in and say something even more embarrassing than he already did if you make him wait too long. 

“Bye, Eddie.”

“Bye, beautiful.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson hopper!reader #eddie munson fic #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson fanfic #request

[kindagayfish]

I am also very obsessed with Babygirl Vash lol how about the classic sharing a bed trope with Vash? It can be swf or not! We just need more imagines of him!

Vash and sharing the bed trope

A/N: YES SHARING THE BED TROPE I LOVE IT SO MUCH HDJBSFHKSBFHKDBGHJB especially when its with bb girl vash *swoon* I’ve seen quite a few of these scenarios already but there will never be enough to satisfy me. I made this one sfw cause I really just wanted to write some fluff. Also, I finished the OG Trigun and I see some differences between OG Vash and Stampede Vash. I’ll be writing for the Stampede characters unless specified otherwise. We just haven’t seen him flirt with anyone yet, while in the OG he was very much a Chad lol. So sorry for the quality, and for taking so long. I haven’t written fanfiction in a LONG TIME. Seriously it’s been years but it feels nice to do it again. But how do people write these so quickly like damn.

Contains: fluff, Gender-neutral reader, And not really proof-read cause we die like men out here.

When you open your eyes again, it’s still dark. Your mouth cracks open in a yawn and you slowly become aware of someone pressed up against your back. 

Oh. Oh that’s right.

It had been an exhaustingly long day trekking through the desert, and an even longer evening trying to find a place to stay the night. You have no idea what possessed every abled body in Noman's Land to travel to the same town as you, but every room in the dusty motel next to the bar was taken. Even the porch swing had some poor soul wrapped up in his coat for the night.

You and Vash were about to call it and take turns sleeping in a nearby alley, when an old woman took pity on you and offered up her spare room. You were so excited to sleep in a real bed that you didn’t even think to ask about the size of the space.

It wasn’t until the both of you had finally gotten into the tiny, very much intended for one person or two people squished very close together bed, that you realized how incredibly awkward the whole situation is.

“Hey-”

“WELL GOODNIGHT” You had blurted out, turning so that your back was to Vash, hiding your flustered expression. He is a little too good at reading your face sometimes, and you didn’t need him asking questions.

He replied with a quiet goodnight, feeling him shift away as well.

Now, Vash’s breath is hot on the back of your neck as he snores lightly, his spiky hair tickling your skin. Sometime in the night, his arms found their way around your middle and pulled you flush against his chest, securing you in place.

This particular scenario had been one you’ve played in your head on loop anytime the two of you had slept close to one another. It’s like a dream come true. And any other time, you would have nestled back into his hold and fell back asleep, hoping that this action was intentional; but instead, you silently curse yourself for chugging a whole gallon of water after arriving in town. Because my god you have to pee.

He stirs slightly when you shift, hugging you closer and burying his face into your shoulder. You feel yourself growing hot as he lets out a content sigh, lips ghosting over your skin. It quickly becomes clear that you’re not escaping without waking him.

“Vash…” You whisper his name softly, not wanting to alarm him. “Vash?”

“Hmm?” he hums, breathing in deeply. Vash lifts his head and loosens his grip slightly. You take this opportunity to turn and meet his eyes. They’re droopy with sleep, blinking a bit. He gives you a lazy smile before whispering, “hi.”

“Uh hi.” Your heart rate picks up at the sight before you, and you swallow hard. “Could you um…”

“Hm?” It takes a moment for him to register the kind of position you are in. “Oh. OH SORRY.” Vash squeaks with wide eyes, releasing you quickly with a growing blush on his face. Getting out of the bed in a hurry as an attempt to hide your own flustered state, you almost miss the deflated look he gives when you’re no longer next to him. 

“Everything alright?”

“Yeah yeah. Just ya know…bathroom.”

“Right right.”

You quietly make your way to the bathroom, making sure not to wake your host who slept soundly in the room next to yours. Part of you wanted to rush to get back, feeling chilly after leaving the warm bed and Vash’s arms. You hide your burning face in your hands as his smile flashes in your mind.

He’s just so…ATTRACTIVE. Ever since you realized you had fallen for him, it has been increasingly harder to hide your feelings. Any time he touches you (which is a considerable amount when running from danger) has your brain short-circuiting and your stomach doing flips. Sometimes you can’t help but wonder if Vash is really this oblivious, or if he is ignoring it to save you both the embarrassment of a rejection. Either way, you aren’t sure if you’re ready to face the truth just yet.

Maybe if I take long enough he’ll fall back asleep and it won’t have to be weird.

After a considerable amount of time pacing the bathroom, you finally make the short walk back to the spare bedroom.

To your slight disappointment, Vash is asleep by the time you slip back into the bed next to him. His face is calm, a stark contrast to the way his brows furrow together during an intense confrontation, and you take a moment to admire his face in the moonlight. You brush a few hairs back from his forehead and immediately freeze when his eyes flutter open.

“Hi” he whispers a second time.

Pulling your hand back, you feel your face grow hot again. “Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you twice.”

“It’s okay: Vash replies, smiling softly.

You continue to stare at each other, both unsure of what to say next. It’s subtle, but you start to see a blush creep up Vash’s neck and reach the tips of his ears.

“Um” Vash is the one to break the silence, reaching for you. “Can I…?”

“Yes” you answer immediately, scooting your body closer to his.

“Does that make this weird?”

You let out a laugh. "You just caught me watching you sleep and you think this is weird?"

“Fair enough" Vash laughs with you. "But are you sure?”

“Absolutely.”

“Oh okay good” He breathes out a sigh in relief, pulling you completely into him. Feeling his body relax against yours, you tuck your head up under his chin, ear pressed against his chest. You swear his heart is pounding as intensely as your own.

“So warm” Vash mumbles into your hair. You let out a content hum, allowing sleep to overtake you once more.

BONUS

Some general headcanons:

Man sleeps like a ROCK with you

Very used to having to wake up and jet at any moment so I assume he’s a light sleeper. But with you next to him? His body finally allows him to get those good Zs.

Clingy af

Good luck escaping Vash’s arms in the middle of the night. Once he has latched on, you won’t be free until morning.

Will 110% snore lightly in your ear

mumbles in his sleep too. Usually you can’t make out what he is saying though.

Loves any cuddling positions, but his FAVORITES are any where you are the one holding him.

Vash always wants you to play with his hair. Legit will turn to putty in your hands if you scratch his scalp.

Sometimes will even nuzzle into your shoulder to get you to do it because he’s too embarrassed to ask

If you need some extra comforting at night, maybe you had a nightmare or something particularly scary happened that day, he will lay you on his chest and softly hum/sing until you fall asleep. (I honestly think Vash would have a really nice singing voice)

Usually the last one to fall asleep, and the first one to wake up. He really enjoys the quiet moments with you. It’s the way you softly smile at him in the dawning sunlight that makes him forget that he’s a wanted man.

#vash x reader #vash x you #trigun x reader #trigun stampede

[lovelinoss]

Enemies?

Nonidol!hyunjin x gn!reader

Enemies to lovers | highschool!au (seniors)

Warnings : bickering.. semi-bullying? (Not much, they hate eachother so..), no more that I know of let me know if there is any to add

A/n : like a one time thing cause I was thinking about scenarios in my head when I thought of this was and I kept getting ideas 😭 never writing a fic in my life again 😥 also was not expecting this to be THIS long but!! Part 2 maybe.. ^^

(7.7k words)

Hwang. Fucking. Hyunjin.

Just his name alone was enough to infuriate you and get your blood boiling. Simply put, he was your arch-nemesis. Your rival. Your enemy. Always picking on you in school, acting like he was all high and mighty. He would do anything to make you mad, and it worked. Even if you didn’t wanna admit it.

It was the week before your senior year finally started. You were dreading going to school, not excited to see Hyunjin again. Laying down in your bed, fond memories came flooding back as you were thinking about the upcoming school year.

Once, Hyunjin just so happened to be right behind you while you were in the cafeteria, and just so happened to ‘bump’ into you. Saying how he was “oh so sorry”, saying how he didn’t see you and just ran off, leaving your meal on the floor and you glaring at him.

Another time during hoco, he ‘accidentally’ spilled his almost full cup - and I mean till the brim - of fruit punch onto your white dress. It was obviously planned. He said a meaningless sorry as he ran off cackling with his friends, high fiving one of them. You went home right after, feeling all sticky and a bit humiliated in front of the whole school.

And another time, he threw a football as you were walking past the field. Not when you were even close to the border that marked off the play area. It so happened to hit you right on the head, causing you to drop your newly bought phone to the concrete ground. Everyone knew he had a good aim. You turned back, furious, to see him high fiving his friends.

There was oh so much more, and you wanted this to end. A new year, new you, yeah?

Finally, Monday came rolling around. You quickly got ready, putting on a decent outfit for the first day and finally arrived upon your dear, sweet high school.

As you walked in, your best friend Jisung wrapped his arms around you, welcoming you in a Jisung-signature style way.

“Hey bae!” He said sweetly. “So, whats the occasion? Looking a bit hot today.” You laughed, smacking him on his arm as he exaggerated the pain.

“Nothing,” you responded. “Just.. wanted to look a bit better for the new year yknow?”

“Ah, gotcha,” he winked. “Yknow. Hyunjin came around earlier, asking where you were. Fucking obsessed freak. Anyway, I told him to fuck off and mind his business.”

“This is why I still tolerate you,” you responded, thanking him in your own way. He smacked you back as you guys both giggled and entered homeroom.

Thankfully, it was a free-sit class, automatically making both you and Jisung sit next to each other. As you were taking out your pencil, you heard Jisung groan, making you look up to see Hyunjin enter the doorway. As soon as he entered the classroom, he spotted you, allowing a big stupid smile to appear on that stupid face of his. Oh great.

“Hey,” Hyunjin said nonchalantly as he came towards you. “Thought you were gone for good. Glad you’re still here. That way I’ll still have some fun in this junk of a place.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes before you met his gaze.

“Oh yeah? Are you that obsessed with me that you just have to have me around here? You need me to have fun? Cute.”

You could see the flare in his eyes as he rolled his eyes and walked away from you, finding a seat next to one of his side chicks, all of a sudden making out with her in the middle of the classroom. His eyes glared at you. Staring at you while he made out with is billionth chick of the week. What a creep. You stuck a tongue out, turning your focus over to Jisung.

He lifted up and hand, signaling a high five and you did just that, slightly. You let out a sigh. Maybe you could really stand up to him. Maybe even mess around with him a bit, just like he did to you.

These small quarrels went on for a bit. Both of you guys always so happened to bump into each other at the worst timing, and end up bickering over the smallest things.

Once, he fucking tripped you as you were walking to your lunch table with Jisung. Making you fall face flat to the floor.

“I saw what you did, Hyunjin. Apologize,” Jisung said in defense. In response, Hyunjin just lifted to arms and shrugged, acting like he didn’t do anything. You were furious.

The next day, you stole his backpack and threw it in the fountain. Of course, he found you during passing period and shoved you against against a locker.

One day, your teacher announced that there was a new student in our school, joining your homeroom. Honestly, who goes to a new school one month of senior year on a Wednesday? You heard rumors he was hot, but you werent expecting that much until a boy walked in.

“Everyone, meet Lee Minho.” You teacher announced as the guy, introduced as Minho, waved giving a small smile. Somehow he met your gaze, and gave you your own smile. He wasn’t exactly your type, but he was hot. The rumors were exactly right.

Jisung just so happened to be preoccupied in his extracurriculars that time, having to had to leave during class time, but there was an empty seat next to you. Your teacher told Minho to go and sit next to you, which he happily obliged.

“Hey, I’m Minho,” He said as he sat down and faced you. His voice was so calming, like you could practically sleep while listening to him talk. “Well.. you already know that by now. What’s your name?”

“Y/n,” you responded. “Nice to meet you. How’d you end up moving to this school?”

“I dont know.. well I do know. But it’s kind of embarrassing..” he shyly said. “I got in trouble for self defense you could say. This guy punched me first and was going to do the same to my friend.. so I beat him up.” Your mouth gaped. He laughed at your shocked expression. “Don’t worry, I don’t go around beating random people up.”

You let out an exaggerated sigh as a joke and both of you guys laughed. He was sweet, you could definitely tell.

While you were getting to know Minho more, you felt a gaze boring into you. You turned to see Hyunjin staring at the two of you, more so likely to Minho, then back to you and so forth. What was wrong with him?

As the bell rang, you guys parted ways after you asked Minho if he wanted to join you and Jisung for lunch. He happily accepted, having no one else he knew in the school yet. Once you met Jisung in the hallways to go to your other class together, you told him about lunch with Minho. He was ‘skeptical’ at first, saying that Minho may be a serial killer and you may be the next victim. What the hell. So Jisung-like. You slapped him playfully. He whined. You guys both laughed.

Finally lunch came rolling around, and you guys sat in your usual spot. Once you spotted Minho looking around, you waved you hand and he smiled.

“Hey Minho!” You exclaimed as he sat down across from you and Jisung. “This is Jisung, the friend I was talking about?” Jisung waved and put on his stupid grin. Minho smiled, introducing himself. Lunch went smoothly. Minho surprisingly had the same humor as you and Jisung, and you guys all laughed throughout the whole lunch period. However, you caught Hyunjin catching glances over to your table. What a freak.

The bell rang, making all three of you guys split up and head your own ways. You walked to your next period, art class. You loved your art teacher and just art in general. However like always, when you walked in, Hyunjin was there. Sitting right there staring at you.

You don’t even know why and how he’s in art class. A guy like him? Interested in art? Unbelievable.

You ignored him as you made your way to your desk, meeting your in-class friend, Felix. Felix knew about Hyunjin and whatnot, always on your side no matter what. He was your close friend you knew from childhood, but obviously growing up you guys split to different friend groups. You guys still stayed close, especially since you guys shared some classes together.

“Lix!” You exclaimed as you sat down.

“Hey!” He responded, passing you a bottle of your favorite drink - banana milk. You patted him on the back as a thanks. He smiled in response.

Once everyone settled down, your art teacher gave the assignment for the day, allowing everyone to go their own ways. As you were chatting with Felix while you were drawing away, you noticed Hyunjin walking towards you. You groaned, knowing hell was coming your way.

“Y/n,” he spoke softly. “Can i talk to you after school? Serious.”

You glared up at him, scoffing before rolling your eyes.

“Why should I?”

It was his turn to scoff. He slammed his hand on the spot right next to you on your desk and he looked right in your eyes.

“‘Cause I said so. Im serious y/n. I have to talk to you.”

“How about no?”

He gave up easily, what a surprise, and walked off to his desk.

“What was that about.” Felix asked. You shrugged, going back to your artwork.

After the bell rang, you walked out of the classroom heading to your next class before you felt a tug on your wrist and you got pulled back. Startled, you tried to fight back before you were met with Hyunjin’s gaze.

“Wha - what do you want?” You asked, stiffening up as soon as you saw Hyunjin.

“Y/n. Im serious. Talk to me after school? Please.” His face softened, the first time you’ve ever seen his expression so soft. He looked.. genuine. I mean what could possibly go wrong? You accepted, freeing yourself from his grasp as you walked to your next class.

Finally, the bell that indicated that school was over rang. Oh how you were dreading to meet up with Hyunjin. You told Jisung and Minho about the whole situation, which made both of them beg you if they could hide from behind and watch the whole situation. You had no reason to say no so you accepted.

As you were approaching the spot where he asked you to meet you, you saw him, leaning against the wall while he was scrolling on his phone. You looked back to see Jisung give you a big thumbs up and Minho just smiling.

As you got closer, he looked up from his phone and waved.

“Didn’t think you’d actually be here,” he said as he stuffed his phone in his pocket. You rolled your eyes.

“What’d you call me here for? Wanna confess your dying love to me?” You joked, giving him a smile.

“Close,” he responded. “Lets make a deal, yeah?” You glared at him in response.

“Why should I?”

“Because,” he shrugged. “Anyway. Look. Can you pretend to be my girlfriend? Just one day.” Your jaw dropped. You weren’t for sure, but you could also hear Jisung and Minho gasping.

“Why me?” You asked, confused as ever. “We both hate each other. Definitely not a match. There’s other girls in this school that fit you more, and who do you even have to have a fake girlfriend for anyway.”

Hyunjin let out a sigh. He rubbed his face before looking up back at you.

“My little sister. She overheard me talking to my friends about you. A prank I was gonna pull on you. ‘Wow what a shocker’, i know. She thought you were my girlfriend and begged me to bring you home one day. I can’t disappoint my little sister, can I?” You let out a small giggle. You never thought that Hyunjin had a side of him like this. “So?”

“What do I get in return?” You asked, looking up back at him.

“A nice, cute, and very good looking fake boyfriend?” You rolled your eyes. However you thought for a moment. This might help get Hyunjin off your back for good.

“What if I like.. burn the house down and make your sister be in harm's way,” you said. Of course, you wouldn’t. You’ve had babysitting history and you were very good with little kids.

“I’m sure you won’t,” Hyunjin smiled, patting you on the shoulder. He reached into his pockets before pulling out a piece a paper. He brought out his spare hand, signaling you to open yours. You got the memo, and did, and he placed the piece of paper into your hand. “I’ll text you the details okay?” he said before running off..

“Wait! I never said yes yknow?!” You screamed at him but all you got in return was a hand raise from him as he ran off.

Right after he left, you heard hurrying footsteps behind you, and as you turned your head you were attacked by both Jisung and Minho.

“Fuck- what do I do..” you expressed. Jisung placed both hands on your shoulders and shook you, not believing what he heard and saw was right.

“You’re being a fake girlfriend?! For him out if all people? Wake up girlfriend,” Jisung exclaimed. Minho had just heard all this drama between you and Hyunjin during lunch, but he was way too invested.

“What if he murders you at his house?! Y/n, wake up!!” Minho joined in alongside Jisung.

“That’s what I’m saying!!” Jisung agreed.

“Oh my god- you guys are so unbelievable. It’s fine. I won’t die. Promise,” you said tapping them both on the shoulder. “C’mon, lets go.”

Was this some sort of a joke?

Back at home, you were snuggled up in your bed, reading your favorite book. That’s when you remembered the piece of paper Hyunjin gave you previously. You reached into your pocket to find the crumpled up paper that read his number.

You got the piece of paper and pulled out your phone, dialing the number that was supposedly Hyunjin’s.

Hey 6:45pm

You messaged him, now awaiting his response. It didn’t take long for him to start typing.

You Glad you actually messaged me :) I was waiting for your text message 6:48pm

He really was? I guess he really needed you that bad..

You Hm.. so… Are you serious about this whole “fake girlfriend” thing? Istg your messing with me Do you even have a little sister? 6:50pm

Hyunjin Ofc I am Wanna see my little sister? *sends image* 6:51pm

He really did have a sister.. and a really cute and sweet looking one too. Her chubby, rosy cheeks looked so squishable and she looked so friendly.

You Is this little sweet girl from google No way this little girl is your sister 6:53pm

Hyunjin She is my sister and I am her brother Why is it so hard to believe? Are you calling me ugly?! 6:54pm

You Never said that! Although you are very ugly How can a sweet girl be related to your ugly looking ass 6:55pm

Hyunjin You think you’re not ugly?! Your way uglier than me yknow 6:56pm

You scoffed behind the screen. Oh how you wanted to punch him through the screen so bad.

You Ugh. Anyways, when do I have to do this “girlfriend” act.. wait. Aren’t you like pretty popular? You could get any girl and just ask them to come Plus they could be your real, genuine gf Why me? 6:59pm

Hyunjin Cause You’re y/n And my little sis knows your name It’s weird for someone who’s not you to pretend to be you, yeah? 7:01pm

You Ok.. So when? 7:01pm

Hyunjin Uhm.. I hate to break it to you (i don’t. Rlly) Saturday 7:02pm

Saturday? Saturday?! That was like in 2 days. Seriously? Couldn’t he have told you sooner or made the date a little later?

You Saturday?? That’s so soon I dont know who you think I am but I cant just last minute go to a house of a person I hate I have to get mentally ready 7:04pm

Hyunjin It’s not that big of a deal, no? Cmon, i thought you found my little sister cute Do it for her please? 7:05pm

You Ughhh Finnee. What time 7:08pm

Hyunjin Noon 7:10pm read

The next two days went like always, you hung out with Jisung and Minho and there was Hyunjin always bickering with you.

“Hey, wanna go study together at the library?” Minho asked one day while you guys were eating lunch. “Like after school?”

“Cant,” Jisung responded with mouth full of his lunch. “Part-time job, yknow?”

“How about you?” He turned and faced you.

“Hm, I think I can. Yeah, sure. Let’s meet up at the library right after school.” You responded, going back to your tray of food.

After school ended, you parted ways with Jisung after your guys’ last class and went towards the library. There, Minho waved you over once you guys both spotted each other.

Once you sat down, you guys both went ahead to studying. Here and there you guys would chat and giggle.

“Hey isn’t that Hyunjin?” Minho asked looking over you. You turned in response and there he was, leaning against a beanbag that was set in the corner of the library reading some book. “Never knew he was a book guy.”

“Gosh, he’s like everywhere I go.” You groaned, looking back at Minho. “I swear to god this isn’t some coincidence. The lord just hates me.”

Both of you guys laughed at your response and went on with your day.

Saturday came rolling around quick. Dressed in a casual jean and a white shirt, you were standing right in front of the Hwang residents. From the looks of his home, you guessed his family was pretty well off. With a sigh you let out, you walked to the door and pressed the doorbell sitting right next to it.

A few seconds passed without an answer, so you did a good three knocks on the wooden door. You heard a bit of clamoring in there until you heard Hyunjin’s voice shouting.

“Wait a moment!!”

A minute passed before the door opened to reveal a hectic Hyunjin. He was dressed in gray sweatpants and a plain white t-shirt with small stains on it. You almost let out a laugh. You never expected Hwang Hyunjin to ever look so vulnerable like this.

“Hey,” He greeted you, opening the door wider allowing you in.

“Hey,” you responded, neatly taking off your shoes and placing them with the rest in the corner of the doorway. “Where’s your parents? I wanna go say hi..”

“Oh my parents? They’re out, they should be back around dinner time so.”

“Oh alright,” you nodded. “You look uglier than any other days.”

“Are you looking at a mirror?”

He smiled before turning around and leading you to the kitchen while you were containing yourself from not beating him up.

You looked around the hallways, decorated with paintings and images framed up. Now you knew why he was in art class.

“Where’s the infamous little sister you’ve been talking about?” You questioned as you walked in the kitchen.

“Hm? Oh Hyuna. She’s trying to get herself dolled up for you,” He responded, getting out a bottle of what looked like banana milk and handing it to you. “You like banana milk, yeah? I see you drinking it all the time in art class.”

“Yeah.. thanks,” you responded, kind of shocked he caught this detail of you. “Hey, this isn’t drugged or something right?”

He laughed. “What kind of person do you think I am? I hate you but I would never drug you.”

“Hm.. okay,” you said, taking a sip from the container. “Come to think of it, you and Hyuna have very similar names.”

“Yeah.. my parents wanted to go with a theme I guess.” He nodded before muttering a quick ‘wait a minute’ as he turned to a hallway.

“Hyuna~” he yelled as he walked towards a door and opened it. “Y/n’s here, come say hi.”

You heard a small “wait!!” before you saw two small hands pushing Hyunjin out of the room and closing it. Hyunjin sighed in defeat as he walked back towards the kitchen. You giggled to yourself, seeing how cute his little sister was.

He came back to the counter you were leaning against.

“I have a question for you,” he said, turning towards you. You faced him. “Are you like.. dating Jisung or Minho?”

You let out a loud laugh, covering your mouth trying to contain the loud noise coming from your mouth. Hyunjin just looked at you all confused.

“Sorry.. sorry,” you said after you finished your laughing frenzy. “But no, I’m not. Jisung’s just like a brother to me. Me dating him? Ew - ew..”

“Minho?”

“I’ve met him just a few days ago. He’s nice, yeah. But not my style. Just a friend,” you responded, taking another sip from your container.

After your response, it got a bit awkward until the door from the hallway opened up, revealing small little feet as it ran towards you. It was Hyuna. She finally reached the kitchen and just stared at you for a moment.

You could tell Hyuna was indeed Hyunjin’s little sister. She looked so much like Hyunjin, having the same plump lips, the same eyes, and even the same small mole under her eye.

“Hi..!” She said first and broke the silence. You crouched down to get to her level and smiled big.

“And who’s this?” You questioned.

“Hyuna!” She exclaimed. “Are you really my brother’s girlfriend?”

You looked back up to see Hyunjin. He nodded, making you face back Hyuna and nodding sweetly.

“Yup, I’m his girlfriend all right.” You said.

“You’re so pretty!” She said. You blushed and petted her hair.

“You more, princess.”

She smiled. You smiled back.

“Wanna go play?” She asked you, having stars in her eyes.

“Sure!” You happily accepted, getting up and following her quick footsteps to her room.

You guys played doll for what seemed like hours. She seemed to be having fun though, which was all that mattered honestly. Hyunjin on the other end was just in the small chair in the corner of Hyuna’s room reading that same darn book you saw him read that one time in the library. Every once in a while would he also join in on both of you guys.

Around 2pm was when Hyuna got hungry, which made you realize that you were also hungry. Hyunjin offered to make lunch as he got up from his spot and left the room. Meanwhile, you and Hyuna decided to read some picture books she had.

After what seemed like was around 20 minutes, Hyunjin called you guys over. You took Hyuna’s small hand into yours as you guys both walked over to the kitchen.

“Y/n, do you mind getting the pitcher of orange juice from the fridge for Hyuna?” Hyunjin asked while plating the pasta he made onto three plates. You rolled your eyes before opening the fridge as he said so, pulling out the pitcher of orange juice and pouring it into a plastic cup.

As you were pouring, Hyuna accidentally bumped into you while trying to help get the utensils. The bump made you lose a bit of your balance, and you ended up spilling some of the bright, sweet orange juice onto your plain, white shirt. You sighed. Hyunjin saw what happened, quickly grabbing some paper towels and handing it to you.

“You okay? Hyuna, apologize,” he said, following the small words ‘sorry’ muttered by Hyuna.

“It’s fine.. I’ll just clean off in the bathroom,” you told Hyunjin as you were doing your best dabbing the juice off your shirt.

“I could lend you a shirt?” He offered. He quickly ran to his room without even hearing a response from you. You just stood there, comforting Hyuna that you were okay.

What you didn't know was that while he was getting you the hoodie, all he could think of was the way your white t-shirt turned see-through because of the way the orange juice spilled over it. He could see the outline of your bra and the curves that the shirt displayed. Snap yourself out of it! he replayed in his mind before he grabbed the hoodie and went down to meet you.

Once he returned, he handed you a hoodie.

“Sorry, I didn’t have any t shirts,” he said. You still thanked him otherwise and found the restroom to change.

You took off your sticky shirt and placed it in the sink for now. You had brought paper towels in with you, so you used those to clean off the rest of the orange juice on your chest. Once you were all cleaned, you put on Hyunjin’s hoodie.

Gosh what were you doing in your arch-nemesis’s house.

Either way, you were kind of shocked that Hyunjin was so caring, even going as far as to lend you his hoodie. What happened to the tough guy act?

Once you got put together enough, you walked into the kitchen holding your wet shirt in your hand.

“Hyunjin, can I have a bag to put my shirt in?” You asked. He nodded, and he got up from his seat and digged through the pantry. He found a bag, and opened it in front of you, signaling you to put your shirt in the bag. You did so, and after all the chaos ended, you finally sat down and ate your lunch.

Surprisingly, the pasta was not so bad, decent actually, especially since an 18 year old guy made it.

“Not bad..” you muttered under your breath. Apparently, Hyunjin must have heard you because he chuckled and said “thanks.”

Once everyone got to eat their full, Hyuna asked if you guys could go to the nearby park that was close to their home. You also wanted a bit of fresh air, so you turned to Hyunjin and mouthed a ‘please?’ while Hyuna kept begging.

He finally said yes, and Hyuna jumped around in joy while you were jumping in your mind.

You guys decided to walk there. Before leaving, Hyunjin grabbed his wallet and an emergency lollipop for Hyuna just in case. In the middle of the walk, Hyuna felt tired, asking Hyunjin to carry her. He sighed, acting all annoyed.

“You’re a big girl aren’t you? You can walk.”

Contrasting to his reaction he still crouched down, allowing Hyuna to get behind him and wrap her little arms around his neck. He lifted her up, having her in a piggyback ride.

After that, the trip went smoothly. All of you guys kept talking about what Hyuna would want to talk about. Finally reaching the park, Hyunjin let Hyuna go to play on the play structure.

“Don’t get hurt!” Hyunjin yelled at Hyuna while she ran off. Hyunjin really wasn’t that bad of a guy.

“I have a question,” you said as you guys both sat down on the bench.

“Hm?”

“Why do you pick on me so much?” You turned to face him. “You’re so mean at school and to me but then you turn into such sweetheart to your sister. Such a two-face jerk.” You muttered that last part as you turned back, facing away from him.

“Because I hate you? Duh,” he shrugged.

“Okay but why? What did I do?”

“I dont know. You just irritate me every time I see you.” It was a fact to him. But not because you annoyed him the way everyone thought. You annoyed him because the way you looked. His heart would pound whenever he saw you, especially when you were all mad and furious. It was kind of hot.

“Wow thanks,” you sarcastically said, scoffing.

Just as you guys were both starting to bicker again, Hyuna ran over to you guys on the bench.

“Can you guys play with me?” She asked. You sadly declined because of the bad back you’ve had for a bit, so Hyunjin excused himself and went to play with his sister.

He chased after Hyuna, running in circles together. It was cute for a moment, until you realized what you were just thinking about Hyunjin. Cute? He is a jerk. Never ever.

Once time had past a bit, you guys decided to head home. Hyuna whined begging to stay a bit longer, but Hyunjin firmly said no, saying how he was tired and possibly you were too. You agreed, promising Hyuna to play more with her at the house. She finally gave in, asking Hyunjin to lift her up again. He groaned, letting out an exhausted sigh. You’ve had experience with holding kids when you used to babysit. Maybe this wouldn’t be different at all.

“I can carry her,” you offered, making Hyunjin’s head snap in your direction, wide eyed.

“No.. Y/n, you don’t have to. I was just joking,” he muttered slowly. You kept insisting, saying how he was probably exhausted and tired like he said he was from playing around with Hyuna. He said something under his breath before finally obliging to your request.

You picked up Hyuna, and she was more than happy.

“You’re so strong!” She exclaimed, making you giggle and lightly pinch her cheeks.

“Yeah? I’m strong right?” You looked over to Hyunjin. “Way stronger than your brother. He's so weak, not wanting to carry his own sister, right?” Hyuna nodded, making you laugh and Hyunjin frown.

“Hey I’m stronger!” Hyunjin semi-yelled, making him face to face with Hyuna. Mid-walk, they were having a staring contest. Such siblings.

By the time you guys reached home, Hyuna fell asleep in your arms.

“I could take her to her room,” Hyunjin whispered, opening his arms so he could take Hyuna from you.

“No, it’s fine. I’ll just lay her in bed and come back,” you responded, lightly making your way to Hyuna’s room.

There, you laid down Hyuna on her bed and covered her in her sheets. She looked so cute sleeping. Would Hyunjin also be-

No! What’s wrong with you? Hyunjin’s your sworn enemy.

You patted Hyuna on the head before turning around and leaving. Right as you exited her room and closed the door, you yelped in shock after seeing Hyunjin leaning against the wall next to the door.

“H-hi?” You stammered.

“Are you gonna leave?” Was all he said, having his arms crossed.

“That’s what I was planning to do, why?”

“I could drop you off.”

What was this Hyunjin and what happened to the one who would play pranks on you and make fun of you?

“Uhm,” you hesitantly said. “Why?”

“Because, it’s starting to get dark. I may hate you but I’m still a gentleman,” he shrugged, making his way to the door. You quickly followed him behind, grabbing your belongings before you started to put your shoes on.

“Why’re you being so nice to me,” you casually said as you followed Hyunjin to his car. He turned back and just stared into your eyes.

“I may be a jerk, but Im not letting a kid go home by themselves when its getting dark,” he answered, turning around on his heels as he walked to the drivers side.

“I’m not a kid?!” You yelled. “Im eighteen, just the same as you.”

“Yeah yeah, whatever.”

You got into his car. A really nice one, considering that he was just a senior in high school. Before leaving, Hyunjin handed you his phone. You looked at him all confused before he turned to face you and gave an eyebrow raise.

“Music?” was all he said before you took the phone from his hand and was scrolling through his spotify.

You turned on a song, ‘A Song Nobody Knows’ by Colde. As soon as you turned it on, you could see the satisfaction in Hyunjin’s face.

“You like Colde?” He asked while still keeping his eyes on the road. One hand on the wheel with the other on the hand rest. You nodded, smiling as you put down his phone and just looked out the window.

The car ride was fairly calm. Either of you too tired to start bickering and Hyunjin too focused on getting you home. Once you guys arrived, you got out of the car, thanking Hyunjin for the ride.

He really wasn’t such a bad guy sometimes..

You entered your home. All quiet and dark due to your parents working late yet again. You reached your room, putting down your stuff in their designated spots. However you noticed something. Your wallet was missing. Did you drop it somewhere?

You Hyunjin.. Did I leave my wallet in your car? 5:27pm

You were expecting to get an answer late, knowing that he was driving. But he he answered fairly quickly.

Hyunjin Hm Yeah Want me to drop it off? 5:30pm

You No its fine Just give it to me on monday 5:31pm

Hyunjin I insist I’ll be there soon 5:32pm read

Alright.. i guess he was coming soon. After about 5 minutes or so, there was a knock at your door. You quickly got to it and opened it to see Hyunjin standing there with a smug smile.

“Thanks,” you said, reaching for the wallet that was in his hand.

“No problem,” he responded. “Hm, I may have taken some cash by the way. Yknow, the trip costed me gas.” You looked at him in a ‘i knew it’ expression as you opened the wallet to the cash compartment.

“It’s all gone!” You exclaimed. There was 50 bucks or so in there, and apparently Hyunjin took it all. “Hyunji-“

Before you could finish your sentence he was already running off to his car screaming a faint “see you on monday!”

What a jerk.

You were laying in bed, happily reading your book when you got a notification. You opened it up to see it was from Hyunjin.

Hyunjin Gosh Im sorry to ask y/n But can we do this again? Not that i want to Ew But Hyuna liked u very much And wants to hang out again 8:49pm

You scoffed. Again? You’d have to get something in return.

You Hm Sure 8:51pm

Hyunjin Really? Thank you 8:52pm

You But. I want something in return 8:53pm

Hyunjin Uhm I’ll think about it What is it 8:54pm

You Take me to a concert? Or at least give me the money for it I’ll do it for you multiple times then 8:55pm

Hyunjin What?! Are you crazy No way Im paying for your stupid concert Money doesnt grow on trees yknow 8:57pm

You Shouldve thought the same way when you got that bougie car As a 18 yr old thats too much! 8:58pm

Hyunjin Okay well thats me Not you 8:59pm

You Ok then I guess no more hangouts 🤷‍♀️ You do you.. Do you really wanna disappoint your sis? That’s so mean of you :( 9:01pm

Hyunjin Wait No. I’ll pay you in another way? 9:02pm

You Hmm No thanks! 9:02pm

Hyunjin Who’s the concert for anyway Which artist 9:04pm

You Twice My lovely girlies 9:05pm

Hyunjin Ughhh Fine. 9:06pm

You You got yourself a deal, young sir 9:06pm read

You smiled to yourself.

These small hangouts happened often from there on. Parks, malls, you name it, you were there with Hyuna and Hyunjin. At school, he’d still pick on you, yes, but his demeanor changed when you hung out with Hyuna. He was kinder, a lot nicer. You liked that Hyunjin, the one that would actually care for you sometimes, although he’d still start bickering.

Once he even insisted you guys hung out at an amusement park, saying how Hyuna kept begging to go with you. Hyuna really opened up to you, looking up to you as a role model. You found her cute too. You accepted his offer, obviously just for Hyuna.

He informed you that his parents would also be there, saying how they wanted you and Hyunjin to have your own free time besides being with Hyuna the whole time.

Ugh. Being alone with Hyunjin.

You guys got there early, around 9am, which meant you guys would be at the park for a bit. You guys followed around Hyuna, taking care of her, giving his parents their own little date. Riding the carousel, riding a kiddie coaster, it was fun yes.

You three were in line for the kiddie coaster and there was this kind lady with her own kid.

“Aww, you guys make such a good couple. It isn’t that easy to be such young parents. It seem’s you guys are doing a good job raising her.” She smiled, talking to you guys as if you and Hyunjin were parents. You were flustered, cheeks reddening. You weren’t even out of high school yet. Maybe you did look mature..

“No ma’am that’s no-“

“Thank you so much,” Hyunjin cut you off, giving a kind smile to the lady. “My wife here is doing such a good job, am I right?”

Hyunjin and the lady chit chatted for a bit before it was her turn to get on the ride. Hyuna just looking up at the whole convo the whole time.

“What the hell was that about?” You semi-screamed at Hyunjin after the lady left, hitting him on the arm.

“What?” He shrugged. “Why would I break her heart telling her the truth that we were not a couple and pure enemies. Telling a white lie sometimes is better.”

You covered Hyuna’s ears with your hands before saying a low “you fucking psycho.” He just laughed.

It was around 3pm when you guys met up with his parents, eating lunch, then trading places taking care of Hyuna.

“Im so tired~” you said while stretching your arms, walking alongside Hyunjin. He hummed in response.

He looked to face you, staring at your face before saying “your uglier than normal today.”

“That was so out of pocket!” You exclaimed, slapping him on the back. He rubbed the spot you hit him, giving you a smug look.

“What? I’m just saying the truth.” He said, facing forward again. “Wanna get some cotton candy?”

Wow changing the subject.. well you did like cotton candy so you couldn’t just decline his offer.

“Sure,” you said before doing a little run to the cotton candy stand. It was those stands where they make the flower-shaped ones.

“17 bucks?” You muttered under you breath. Why was it so expensive?

“Why? Too expensive for your broke ass?” He asked while in line. You rolled your eyes. “It’s fine, I’ll buy you one.” At least he was going to do that!

Once you got your cotton candy, you squealed. It looked so pretty. Each string of candy weaving into each other, the colors coordinating with one another so well.

“I gotta show Jisung and Minho this,” you said, taking out your phone from your small purse.

“I could take a photo for you. Go stand over there,” Hyunjin said, pointing to a direction as he held out his hand for you to put your phone in. You happily obliged, putting your phone in his hand before you ran to your spot.

“Cheese~” he said before snapping some photos of you. “There, done.” You walked over to where he was, seeing the photos he took. “Hey i especially like this one. You look extra ugly here.” He said while pointing to a picture he took when you weren’t even ready.

“Fuck you,” you muttered. You snatched your phone from his hand, sending some of the photos he took of you to your group chat with Jisung and Minho.

They couldn’t believe you were still doing this for Hyunjin, well not after you told them about your deal. Jisung kept calling Hyunjin a jerk, and Minho just sat along with Jisung agreeing.

“I’m kinda tired, wanna just go hang out in the ferris wheel?” You nonchalantly asked, turning to face him. He nodded, making you run to the big ferris wheel that was at the center of the park.

“Why do you run so fast?” He asked, panting after he caught up with up.

“Maybe you’re just slow,” you shrugged. You turned to the worker saying “two people, please.” He rolled his eyes.

Once you guys got on in your car, you sat facing each other. You thought it’d be awkward being in silence like this, but it really wasn’t. He handed you one side if his earphones, which you gladly accepted, putting it on to listen to the calming songs on his playlist. It was nice, sitting there and looking down at the view while you were going up. Despite your fear in heights, you found ferris wheels to be fairly calming.

However, when you guys were towards the very top, there was a gust of wind, making the car shake. You yelped, jumping in your seat. The wind increased the fear you had. You noticed that Hyunjin was staring at you, a mixed expression of shock and worry.

“Are.. you okay?” He asked. He didn’t even seem to be affected by the tumbling the car was experiencing. You shook your head. You had your eyes closed, trying not the focus so hard on the shaking when you felt Hyunjin getting closer and sitting down on your side. You took a peep at him from the side, and he embraced you in a hug. A warm hug. He was genuinely trying to comfort you. “Are you scared of heights?”

You nodded slowly, muttering a few words about how ferris wheels really didn’t affect you. Once the shaking stopped, you felt relief.

“Thank you..” you whispered under your breath. He nodded, and he stayed there the whole time. The ferris wheel made a few rounds. During one of them, while you were just staring out at the window, Hyunjin tapped you on the lap. You turned to face him, curious of why he tapped u.

“I have something to tell you.” He said, looking down at his feet, tapping his heels onto the floor. You tilted your head, awaiting for his ‘something to tell you.’ He let out a sigh.

“I.. don’t know how to tell you this.. I’ve been pondering about this for a while but..” he took a deep breath in. He looked up to you and met your eyes. His eyes were glistening. “I like you.”

You stared at him, in shock. He dropped his head back to the ground, sighing.

Him? Liking you? What a load of bullshit

“This isn’t some kind of prank right? Don’t be fucking with me right now Hyunjin,” you said, shaking his arm trying to get him to look up. “Hyunjin. I swear to god.”

“Im not pranking you. I’m genuine. I.. have feelings for you. Ever since sophomore year. Wanna know why I’ve been always messing with you? To get your attention. It seemed to be working, so I kept doing it. I feared that if I stopped, then you’d also stop talking to me. Im always thinking about you. In the morning, during classes, at night before going to sleep? You’re always in my mind. Your smile means everything to me, your laugh is the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard, and the way you act with my sister? Gosh that added extra points. Im so in love with you, I can’t handle it. I just had to tell you sooner or later..” he finally looked up at you, allowing you to see the tears building up in his eyes. He looked so vulnerable, like he was on the verge of breaking down and bawling his eyes out.

You instinctively hugged him, tight. Patting his back.

“I.. like you too.” You whispered into his ear.

It’s true. Every time you kept hanging out with Hyunjin outside of school, you saw the real side of him, being playful to his sister, being nice to his parents, and being nice to you. The way he treated you got your heart fluttering even though you didn’t wanna admit it. He got you staying up late at night, daydreaming in class. He was everywhere.

He pulled away from you, staring into your eyes.

“You.. do?”

You nodded, smiling a little when the tears finally started to trickle down his cheek.

You hugged him back, whispering a little “jerk”. He slapped you on the back, chuckling when you yelped a little.

Ever since that day, you guys have been hanging out a lot through the weekends. Going out on small dates.

“you’re dating WHO?” Jisung yelled when you told him and Minho the following Monday at lunch.

“Hyunjin..” you muttered.

“Hyunjin? Like THE hwang hyunjin?” Minho asked in shock. You nodded, making their jaw drop.

“We grew a little closer as I was hanging out with his little sister,” you said, shoving food into your mouth. “He’s not that bad of a guy, he’s like very nice.”

“Very nice in your dreams” Jisung scoffed, shoving his own food in his mouth.

As you were laughing, you felt a pair of arms hugging you from behind. You turned around to see Hyunjin, smiling. He gave you a small peck on the cheek as he sat down.

“Hey,” he said, referring to Jisung and Minho. They said hi back, Jisung with an annoyed look on his face. You rolled your eyes, looking back at Hyunjin.

“Hi!” You greeted him, giving him a peck on the cheek back. Jisung jokingly, well at least you hope so, gagged. Minho just slapped him on the back.

It was Friday, meaning that the weekends were finally here. You decided to hang out at Hyunjin’s house, like you always did.

“Hey!” You greeted him once he opened the front door to let you in.

“Is that my hoodie?” Was the first thing he said when he saw you. You looked down to see what you were doing, laughing when you realized.

“Remember that time I spilled orange juice? And you gave me this hoodie? Its from then,” you said before pulling Hyunjin into a hug. His cheeks flushed.

His parents were going out on a nice dinner themselves, asking if you guys could watch Hyuna. It wasn’t anything new, so you happily accepted. Hyunjin just sighed.

“I wanted us to hang out..” he pouted, sticking his bottom lip out. You gave him a peck on his lips.

“We are,” you smugged. He rolled his eyes.

“You know what I mean.”

“It’s fine. Hyuna isn’t even that bad of a girl anyways. She’s cute, gentle, kind. And did I mention cute?” He gave a small breathy laugh. You turned your back against Hyunjin, calling out a “Hyuna~!” as you ran towards her room. Hyunjin sighed before quickly following your footsteps.

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Sound of Silence

Hey! It’s been a while since I wrote….anything. TLOU has been in the front of my brain and I am OBSESSED with Joel Miller - and Pedro’s portrayal of him (I’m just a slut for Pedro Pascal is all). It’s embarrassing how many times this scenario and variations of it put me to sleep (we call that mental illness). I unfortunately haven’t played the games (Yet! Working on it though) so I’m going off the movie and what I know of the games (which isn’t much). Definitely a bit OOC for Joel. I’ll be writing more of these two (some before this, and some after) but I wanted to get the gist of their relationship out into the world. I cranked this out in a day so I apologize for any spelling mistakes. Enjoy!

Please let me know what you think - my asks are open but I can’t figure out to get the button to show up in the app (24 is old okay? I’m an A03 girlie) and as usual 18+ ONLY.

Word Count: 4K

Warnings: slight violence and gore, implied attempted assault, implied sex, yelling, swearing, blood - if I missed anything I apologize!

You still remembered the before, before the world had ended, before everything went to shit. The outbreak had hardened you, thickened the high walls you had builty your whole life, reiterating your distrust for other people and sometimes yourself. The following years had led you all across the country, from safe house to safe house, travelling the road by day, sleeping in trees and ditches by night. And then you found Jackson. And in the beginning, you hated it. Hated having to interact with people, hated having to socialize, and hated the thought that you could finally relax. You never thought you’d have the ability to relax ever again. Jackson had been your home for 8 months before Joel and Ellie came to Jackson and barrelled through every wall and trap you had set up around yourself.

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You woke to the smell of coffee, and the sound of music from downstairs. Joel’s side of your bed had long since run cold, he had been up for a while. Getting up slowly you stretched slowly, sighing at the soft ache you felt in your bones. Pulling on Joel’s shirt from the night before over a tiny pair of shorts you joined the two downstairs, rubbing your eyes before trying to tame your curls before Ellie saw you, and unfortunately failing.

“Good morning Einstein” Ellie laughed.

“Do you even know who Einstein is?” You asked, voice groggy with sleep as you wrapped your arms around Joel, settling into the warmth of his back. Standing on your toes you kissed the back of his neck, fingers trailing along his clothed chest before pouring yourself a cup of coffee, and sitting down across from her.

“I did go to school you know,” Ellie said, head tilting towards you.

“Shitty school-” you began “I’m sure they didn’t teach about mathmaticians.” You said with a soft smile. Ellie made small talk with you as Joel set out plates for all of you, sitting next to you, pressing his lips to your temple.

“How long before we need to leave?” You asked softly.

“About an hour,” Joel said.

“We’re going out again?” Ellie asked, speaking with food in her mouth.

“Gross,” you laughed, “But yes, me and your dad are going on a run today.”

“Can I go to?” Joel almost jumped to say no, looking to you.

“I don’t see why not?” You said quietly. “She needs to learn howt o protect herself out there.” Joel sighed, the desire to protect Ellie sitting hard on his brows.

“You will do as I say. One slip up and never again.” He said firmly, looking to Ellie to make sure she understood.

You wished he had said no.

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Thinking about how nice this morning had been made your eyes burn with unshed tears. It had been an ambush, You and Ellie had been separated from Joel, you were outnumbered, and out powered. Your wrists burned from the rope that kept your hands tied to the back of the wooden chair you sat on. Your body ached from the beating you had taken for Ellie, your head throbbing. You didn’t know how long it had been since they first attacked, it had felt like hours now. It was hard to hold your head up, whether it was the blood loss or the pain, you wanted to close your eyes - just rest them for a bit - just for a few min-

“Y/n!” You jumped slightly at Ellie’s shout, head turning slowly to look at her where she sat, hands tied to a pipe just out of reach from you. She had been crying. But she was safe, and unharmed. Your captors were sadistic and were more than happy to beat you instead of her as she cried and screamed.

“You’re okay beanie,” you said faintly, trying to offer her a smile.

“You’re hurt, real bad.” she said softly, bottom lip trembling. You knew she was right, you had to have atleast two broken ribs, possibly a finger or two. You had lost blood from several knife wounds, but the gunshot wound on your shoulder throbbed the most, the warm and thankfully slow trickle of blood painting your front a sticky shade of red.

“I’ll be okay,” you offered, wincing as you tried to shrug.

“I don’t know where Joel is,” she breathed. “Good news is those bastards suck at tying knots.” she added, pulling her hands from the ropes that bound her. She moved to untie you, and you shook your head.

“Find Joel beanie,” you began “and go home,”

“No, I can’t leave you,” she said hands shaking as she untied you, trying to be gentle.

“I’m too heavy for you El.”

“Not for Joel.”

“Find Joel,” you said again, sighing as she removed the rope. “I don’t think I can walk,” you added tiredly, head falling back as you tried to keep your eyes open. She nodded quickly,

“Stay here,” she said quickly.

“Can’t go anywhere,” you said quietly, nose scrunching at the loud screech of the door opening. The silence that followed her absence made your heartrate jump, adrenaline spiking as if you knew what was coming next.

The door screeched open again, louder this time as if the door was opened with more force. Heavy boots closed in on you as a thick hand gripped your jaw, pulling a cry of pain from you as one of your attackers yanked your head forward.

“Where the fuck’d she go?” He growled, eyes wild as he glared.

“I - I don’t, don’t know,” you breathed, yelping as he threw you from your chair landing a harsh kick to your abdomen, body curling in on yourself to protect yout broken ribs.

“Don’t need ya’ alive bitch, he’s already told us what we want. But I need the girl.” He said lowly, voice scarily calm. “Where did she go.” You knew Joel wouldn’t speak a word about Jackson. Intellectually you knew he wouldn’t throw you to the dogs. But the insecure part of you considered the thought. Maybe he did. Maybe this was his out. Maybe - “Answer me!” He gripped your hair tightly, pulling you up to look at him. “I don’t wanna kill ya’, but I will,” he said, pulling a switchblade from his belt. “Could fuck ya’ and then kill ya’.” He throught quietly.

Unfortunately for him, fortunately for you he never did get to make that choice.

The gunshot echoed, sending pulsing pain through your head - and a splatter of blood across your face, ears ringing as his grip on your hair loosened, your hand reaching out to catch your fall. The loud ringing made you dizzy, eyelids fluttering from the discomfort. You felt hands on your shoulders, gasping at the seering pain from your still bleeding wound, Joel’s mouth moving above you but no sound reaching your ears. Ellie was crying, her eyes full of worry, full of love. For you. Then you were being lifted, Joel tucking your head into his neck, clutching your body to his chest.

“Stay with me darlin’, keep your eyes on me,” he breathed, dark eyes worried. The strength in your neck slackened as you lost consciousness, body falling limp against his strong chest.

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2 years ago

It took 8 months for your house in Jackson to feel like home since stumbling along the community. Another 2 months before you unwound enough to build relationships, build shallow friendships. You were still guarded, Tommy and Maria being the on;y teo who could catch a blurry glimpse of who you were. Tommy had introduced Joel and Ellie to you first, he thought you and Joel were similar enough to have a civil partnership. Both of you knew your way around most if not all weapons, and there was no worrt that either of you couldn’t make it on your own. The one thing to two fo you lacked was emotional vulnerability.

“You can’t just pack up and leave whenever without tellin’ anyone.” Joel grumbled from behind you, following you as you stormed back to your house. You had gone on a run, and things had gotten out of hand. You ran into smugglers from other communities, they had tried - what mattered was that they didn’t. Killing people never got easier, even out of self defense. Joel knew something was wrong when you had returned, bloodied and silent, the slight tremble to your hands worrying him more than he wanted to admit.

“I’m fine,” you breathed, “I can take care of myself Joel.”

“Never said you couldn’t. But going out alone isnt safe!” You didn’t appreciate the raise in his voice. You knew he was right, but you were tired, shaken and you wanted nothing but to curl into Joel’s strong chest. He made you feel safe and you hated that, you hated that you wanted to let him in. So you did what you do best, tried to push him away.

“Stop yelling at me like I’m a fucking child!” You growled, turning around quickly and catching Joel by surprise, althoug he tried not to show it. “I’m fucking fine Joel and I don’t need you breathing down my goddamn neck.” You walked away slowly, not turning your back to him as you walked up your porch. He sighed, a hand resting on his hip as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“I’m not as stupid as you think I am sweetheart,” he sighed. “The y/n I’m looking at right now is anything but fine.” The fact that he could read you so well made you more angry, it made you want to scream at him to leave you alone. You didn’t need someone. Relying on someone got you killed. He approached you like you would approach a cornered animal, slowly with his hands where you could see them. His hands came to your shoulders, gripping them tightly. “Did they touch you?” He asked lowly, anger lining his words.

“They tried,” you breathed, voice thick with emotion, eyes shining with unshed tears as you looked up at him. “I killed them all,” you added, body tense as he pulled you into his chest, allowing you to take a deep breath of Joel, a mixture of alcohol, nature and something that was distinclty him and you loved it. Slowly and carefully he walked you into your home, leading you to your couch in front of the fireplace you loved. He had been in your house enough times that he knew his way around your kitchen comfortably. The noise of Joel making…something calmed you as you pulled your knees to your chest, as you stared at the wall. You brain was replaying the events that led to you killing 3 men. Replayed what their hands felt like holding you down, leaving prints of dirt and grime on your body. Replaying what it felt like when you snapped, the feeling of bones breaking under your hands, thick blood covering your hands as you quite literally stabbed through their chest after having…strangled a man through your adrenaline. You felt sick, you needed to get out of these clothes, right now. You felt dirty, nauseous. You moved quickly enough to make it to your bathroom where you threw up the rest of what you had eaten hours ago, hands pulling your hair from your face as you tried to push Joel away.

“Let it out darlin’, you’re okay.” Joel spoke softly, a hand rubbing your back as you dry heaved, the acid burning your eyes.

“Go away,” you coughed, wiping your mouth as your hands shook to flush the toilet.

“You can’t be alone right now,” he said firmly, leaving no room for debate.

“Because you know best?” You asked, voice gravelly.

“You were almost assaulted.” Joel said. “I know you think you don’t want me here. But you’ll thank me later. When you’re ready, you need to eat.” You knew he was right, his words pulling more tears from your eyes. Letting out a harsh breath you hugged yourself tightly. You could either accept his help, or turn him away.

“Joel,” you choked out, “I don’t know how to do this,” you cried, knees weakening as you let yourself cry. You leaned into Joel’s body, crying into his shirt as he walked the two of you to your bed.

“I don’t either sweetheart,” he breathed. “But I can’t let you cut yourself off from me, from everyone. I would know,” he said with a harsh chuckle.

“Thank you,” you sighed, taking in deeper breaths as your tears slowed. “For not leaving.”

“A couple angry words aren’t gonna push me away.” Joel added, hands rubbing your back slowly. “You should get cleaned up,” he said quietly. “Then we’ll eat, and then we’ll talk.” That night had been the first time you had slept with Joel. He was soft and gentle with you, the two of you being as vulnerable as you could.

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1 and a half years ago

For 6 months Joel and you had been in a relationship, a public relationship. But neither of you had had the privilege of having a relationship in years. And neither of you knew how to act. The sex was great, Joel was a giver and you would willingly take as much as he gave. The emotions, and having a public relationship with…expectations was the hard part. It’s not that you and Joel didn’t want to be affectionate with eachother in public. In fact it was the opposite. When you got your hands on eachother you couldn’t seem to stop. The both of you were insatiable. But it didn’t feel right, having something so…good. It didn’t feel right to flaunt it. It felt weird to ask for Joel to touch you in public. The sex was easy, the talking, was not. And the talking, or not talking found the both of you in easily avoidable predicaments.

Being with Joel had made socializing easier. Neither of you thoroughly enjoyed being around so many people, there was always a risk - even with people on patrol. It was hard to relax. But Tommy had begged the two of you to celebrate his anniversary with Maria. The two had been married for two years. It was a milestone to be celebrated and you couldn’t say no. Joel, though he grumbled, put on a clean shirt and the jeans that made his ass look delecatble. Your words, not his. The two of you kept eyes on eachother, but did try and socialize separately. You were babysitting a drink, you didn’t like not having your wits about you, lingering on the outskirts of the celebration, taking time to breath and appease your paranoia, eyes searching for all available exits.

“What’s a pretty thing like you doing all alone?” The simple phrase made you cringe in disgust.

“Taking a moment to be alone.” you said firmly, not even glancing to the side.

“Alone? This is a party, you should be having fun.”

“I was before you so rudely interrupted it.”

“Hey, I’m just trying to be nice, no need to be a bitch.” You turned to see the man that wouldn’t leave you alone as one of his hands gripped your wrist. He was a new member, a little younger than you, probably around 27. Much younger than Joel - you preferred your men older though.

“I’d let go if you want to keep your hand intact.” You growled, eyes hard as you glated at him.

“I like ‘em a little feisty any-” he began to speak, statement interrupted as you threw the rest of your drink on him as a distraction before gripping his arm with your other hand, slamming his wrist against the wall behind you, effectively breaking it. “You broke my wrist?!”

“You fucked around, and you found out.” You breathed. “You’re lucky it was me and not Joel,” you added lowly, “He wouldn’t have been as kind - he might not have let you live.” You turned to leave, running into the chest of the man you spoke of, an arm wrapping around your waist almost possesively. Joel knew you could handle yourself, but he didn’t want you to.

“Hey man, I - I didn’t know she was -”

“Even if she wasn’t I know for a fact she told you to let her go. When a woman says no you respect it. And she’s right, I wouldn’t have let you live.” He added, lifting your fingers to his lips in a show of affection. “Get out of my sight before I change my mind,” He added, pulling you into his chest. “You okay?” you nodded, looking up at him with a soft smile.

“I wouldn’t have minded seeing you beat the shit out of him Tex,” you said with a shrug.

“That’s what gets you hot and bothered?” He asked with a chuckle.

“Yes actually. My sexy cowboy.”

“I know you can handle yourself, you’re a fighter sweetheart. That’s why I like you,” he said softly, pulling your chest flush against his.

“It’s not my pretty face?”

“Oh that’s definitely some of it to sweets,” he said with a small smile, a hand moving down to, playfully slap your ass. “Love watching you work,” he said, “just love watching you.” The two of you seemed to be enveloped with eachother, sharing sweet nothings with eachother.

“Okay love birds, this party is for us, celebrate us.” Tommy said with a chuckle, Joel rolling his eyes.

“I’ll get you another drink darlin’” He said quietly, kissingyou gently. Tommy watched as Joel left, looking back to you.

“You’re good for him. I haven’t seem him this happy in…years.” Tommy said. “You look good too, it’s nice to see the two of you happy.”

“Thanks Tommy, right back at you. Maria’s a good fit for you.”

“You’re telling me,” he chuckled softly. “That’s my cue,” he said as Joel returned to your side, handing you your preferred drink. “She’s a keeper Joel,” he said quietly. “Treat her right.”

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Current Day

You regained consciousness to the sounds of yelling. Specifically Joel’s yelling.

“You fucking knew?! Tommy I almost lost her! You didn’t see what I saw, and youre telling me you knew?!” You heard the sounds of what seemed like glass breaking, a few more exchanges of words before the front door slammed. Licking your dry lips you tried to sit up, whimpering in pain.

“Don’t sit up,” Ellie said softly, laying a hand on your chest. “Wait,” was all she said before leaving the room quickly. You stared up at the ceiling, taking a moment to feel. You were in pain. Everything hurt. Your shoulder throbbed, the wound bandaged, probably by Joel. Your ribs hurt, everytime you breathed you felt the ache. You moved your fingers and toes, taking a deep breath with a wince. You were alive and able, albeit injured, but alive.

“Baby?” Joel looked at you from the door of your room as if he was scared your disappear, as if his mind was playing tricks on him.

“Tex,” you sighed, coughing at the dryness in your throat.

“Oh honey,” he sighed, coming to his knees next to your bed, fingers brushing alone your temple. “Let me help you sit up,” he said softly, arms wrapping around you as you groaned in pain. “I know, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he said as Ellie fixed the pillows behind you. “Have some water,” he said, lifting a cup to your lips, slowly giving you the drink, only to pull it away as you moved for more. “Slow y/n, don’t wanna be sick, not with your ribs.” He said softly, offering you a little more.

“How long?” You breathed, reaching out a hand for Joel’s how held your hadn with both of his.

“Four days.” Ellie said.

“Four days, I thought you were dead swetheart. They - they almost killed you,” he said, forehead resting against your hands. “I thought I lost you.”

“Can’t get rid of me that easily,” you said, attempting to offer a smile.

“Ellie told me what you did,” he said quietly. “How you asked them - begged them to hurt you,” he said, his words almost angry.

“I’d do it again,” you said looking at him. “I did it to protect her.”

“Y/n, you can’t -”

“She’s important, you need her. She’s important for the survival of humanity. She’s the key to a cu-”

“There is no cure.” Ellie interupted. “They lied.” You looked to Joel for confirmation and he nodded.

“Tommy told us, said they only said she was the key to give hope, to keep people from leaving the fireflies. If they had a goal they’d work themselves to death. The ambush was from firefly protestors. And he - Tommy knew it was a possibility.” Joel shook his head. “He knew it was a possibility and he let us go anyway.” Ellie looked at her hands as Joel spoke, wiping a tear from her eyes.

“It’s my fault,” she said softly. “I’m the reason you almost died.”

“No baby,” you said softly, shaking your head. “It’s not your fault. I did it to protect you, and I’d do it again. Nothing that happened had anything to do with you beanie.”

“Ellie, give us a moment okay?” She nodded silently before leaving. Joel took a breath as he moved to sit on the edge of your bed. “I’m not always good with words,” he said softly. “But carrying you here, limp against me, you had lost so much blood. I was certain you were going to die before I even got the chance to tell you that I-” He took a moment to compose himself, eyes shutting before looking to you. “That I love you,” he said softly. “I haven’t had someone I’ve cared for this much in a long time, and I almost lost you.”

“Joel-”

“No sweetheart, I was…scared. You wouldn’t stop bleeding, I thought you were gonna die in my arms. And then when you didn’t wake up for four days? I almost lost hope.” Joel said quietly.

“But I’m here Joel. I didn’t die, and I’m here.” You said softly, swallowing before clearing your throat. “I love you Joel. Have for a while now. But I couldn’t let them touch Ellie, they were sick men Joel. I couldn’t let her go through that, not like I did,” you said.

“I should’ve been there to protect you. That’s my job sweetheart. I’m your protector and I failed.”

“Did you?” You asked, waiting for him to look at you. “I’m here aren’t I?”

“But-”

“I’m here. I’m alive, because you brought me back here and patched me up. You can’t keep me from harm Joel. Ellie too. We’re gonna get hurt. You’re gonna get hurt, but I’m alive. You couldn’t have predicted we’d get ambushed. Even if Tommy had an inkling of a thought, no one could’ve known for certain.”

He wanted to argue with you. He wanted you to be upset with him. He didn’t want this softness, this understanding. He had almost lost you and he felt he could’ve changed the outcome. You sighed, knowing nothing you said would change his mind in this state.

“I could go for some food,” you said quietly. “And to use the bathroom,” you added. Giving him something to do would ease his mind. He needs to be needed.

Joel helped you use the restroom, changed your outfit, and helped you to the front porch at your request, feeding you soup Ellie had made.

“I can feed myself,” you said stubbornly.

“I know but, I need this darlin’” was all he said. Ellie sat at your feet, leaning against your knee, one of hands mindlessly fingering through her hair. You saw Maria approaching as Joel fed you, offering her another attempted smile.

“I’m glad to see you’re up,” she said. “Tommy feels terrible - if you need anything, you let me know. Any of you. You’re his family too. He may be stupid but he cares more than you know.”

“Thank you,” was all you offered, giving her a nod as she left. “We make a nice family don’t we,” you said quietly, Ellie looking up at the two of you from her spot on the ground.

“Yeah my mom’s pretty cool. Jury’s still out on my dad,” Her statement pulled a watery laugh from Joel as he shook his head.

“Get her a water will ya?” Ellie nodded, jumping at the chance to be helpful. When she left Joel pressed his lips to the back of your hand, thumb brushing over your knuckles. “I’m gonna marry ya’ some day.” He said plainly.

“Awfully presumptuous of you that I’ll say yes.” You joked, even thought your eyes were lined with tears.

“Oh I’m not worried about that. You’ve been with me this long, haven’t scared you away yet.” The both of you smiled at eachother, content with the silence between the two of you as you both sat on the porch, minds racing with thoughts and emotions. The two of you would need to talk, discuss what you wanted for your future after this. But not right now, right now you just needed eachother’s presence, the reminder that your both alive and here.

#joel miller x reader #the last of us #ellie williams x mom reader #joel miller #tlou hbo #tlou fanfiction #Joel Miller fanfiction #ellie williams #pedro pascal

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MCR Headcanons - they find out you’re in hospital

Summary: How the MCR members would react to finding out you’re in hospital after an accident Reader: can be read as any gender (no pronouns used) Warnings: hospitals, mentions of pain A/N: Don’t worry, in the future I’ll stick to proper one-shots, but i just wanted to share these thoughts, and with 60+ stitches in the face i don’t feel like writing much more. Written on my phone and not proof read. I'm literally laying in a hospital bed rn. While I was in the middle of writing this they gave me a syringe to the stomach and man, it fucking burns. Also i just sneezed for the first time since Monday, and it’s not an expierence i need to repeat any time soon.

Frank

Surprisingly calm. Worried af but surprisingly calm

Packs a few things he thinks you might need before going to the hospital (mainly snacks)

Frank's been in hospital often enough to know that snacks are rare and make everything better, so he only brings your favourites

Will give your door a very gentle knock and wait for an answer before he enters

If there's none (maybe you're asleep), he'll wait outside your room in the waiting area and try again after 30min

If you have an injury in your face, he will tell you how badass you look (if anyone else would have told you that, you might have tried punching them, but you know that it's just Frank's way of trying to process things)

If you're in hospital for a few days or longer, he brings his guitar and plays soft songs to you. Not necessarily singing, just plucking strings (you think he's secretly composing)

Absolutely will try to crawl into bed with you, especially if the room is cool. So you don't get cold (that's his argument, but you both know he just want to hear and feel you breathe)

Makes sure you don't fall out of bed by wrapping his arms and legs around you as good as your injuries allow, and tucking his head underneath your chin

Even though he's calm, he needs to be comforted just as much as you do. So if your lips work you better kiss his hair

  Ray

Panics.

Not the headless-chicken-running-around kind of panic. But the cold, internal one, freezing his heart over

But he tries to stay calm.

Unlike Mikey he doesn't drop everything. If he's cooking he's making sure to finish cooking and packs away the food before getting on the way

Definitely shakey voice when he asks for your room number at the information desk

He's just really glad to see you

Depending on how bad you are, he will definitely try to hug you but if you warn him that you think it might be hurtful, he will completely understand and only gently smile at you

Headpats and forehead kisses / hand kisses !!! (Depending on what's possible)

Will try to stay until you fall asleep, but if he notices you need some alone time, he will leave earlier than he wants to. Your comfort is his top priority

On his way out thanks the nurses and doctors he meets in the hallway for taking care of you

  Gerard

Lowekey panics the moment he hears you're in hospital

Trys to stay calm

Fails

But he's very polite to the people he interacts with while asking for your room

Before entering, he asks the nurses how you're doing and tries to mentally prepare to see one of his favourite people hurt

The whole time fidgeting around with a sleeve of his jacket or something until he sees you

Knocks before he enters

Highkey relieved if you're awake and can talk to him. He was preparing for the worst case scenarios

Will read comic books to you. Or Tolkien. or your favourite books. Or tell you about any and all story ideas he's recently had. Even if you heard about them 100 times already

When you're eventually asleep, he draws you as a superhero. Because that's what you are to him

Mikey

Super nervous to go to the hospital, but nothing and no one can stop him

I can't imagine him liking hospitals (who does really)

But he gets to you as soon as possible

3am? Who cares. Middle of band practice? Band practice is over now

Definitely stopping at a shop on the way to get a plushy

Hospitals are very anonymous and can be really lonely, and he needs to know someone or something is keeping you company after the nurses will kick him out inevitably

Will be really concerned about how you are, but resists the urge to constantly ask

Which you're really grateful for

Trys to stay in physical contact with you the whole time. If he can't brush over your hair or cheek or hold your hand, he will pat your knee.

Stays until the nurses kick him out so you can have some rest, and he leaves behind one of his hoodies for you to cuddle bc the plushy isn't enough in his opinion

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Never requested anything in my life but how about a scenario where the reader jumpscares either jamie, luke or bosch (in the rooftops, while playing a game or training) and gets a laugh out of their reaction and then they get reader back for it except it leads into something a bit spicy 😳

Love your writing so much, I'll eat up anything you put out fr

-@gourdkeeper (anon because it'd message from my main </3)

twister! - luke ♡

a/n: ok funnily enough i actually had written ab eerily similar personal fic to something like this execpt it was an oc insert + they were training instead HELPPP but omg… yas of course!!! i already have another jamie fic in the works so i feel like i gotta switch things up w/ luke 👆👆sorry ive been writing nothing but fanfic smut lately and its only bc literally half of my account is old amateur fluff hcs LMAO

not proofread bc… YOLO!!!!

You do this routinely thing of hanging out with each and every one of your masters, a whole schedule, specific times of days. On Monday mornings Chun-li teaches you skeet shooting, Wednesday evenings are reserved for baking with Manon, Saturday nights are best for alcoholic shot games with Jamie.

Sometimes simple, sometimes ridiculous. You’re a real people pleaser.

No matter what day though, you always find some way to squeeze in game-time with your first master— Luke, of course. The two of you hangout often, being intimate whilst also eating snacks and constantly bantering whenever you game. Tonight was different, instead of the usual Strawberry Fighter IV ranked matches, you had suggested playing Twister. Boardgames are just some “old-fashioned fun”, you told him.

You both had been playing for hours now, no breaks, your limbs entwining, you have your head underneath Luke’s chest, both hands on two dots just below his feet. He has his face pressed against your back, facing the opposite way.

Luke is no Ryu, that’s for sure. But you’d like to think he would be somewhat skittish around scary insects— so before he reaches for the spinner again, your fingers lightly tickle his leg, trying to imitate the feeling of something crawling up his leg. Quickly, you shout, “Is that a spider?” drawing your hand back quickly.

“What—!?” Luke immediately backs away, falling off the plastic mat, shaking and kicking his legs frantically, watching you slowly rise up from the floor, fists in the air.

“Gotcha!” you point to him, laughing, holding your stomach with a wide grin on your face. Never in your life would you believe that actually worked as well as it did.

He pouts. Standing up, crossing his arms, checking his legs one more time, just incase, “Aw, c’mon. You cheated!” he points back at you, “But aw man, that was a good one..” he quietly admits. One thing about him that you’re glad about— he doesn’t take things to heart.

“I’ll get you back.” he swears, a wide smile on his face. Seemingly riled up already.

Before you quip back with a sly remark, Luke charges at you. Pinning you down against the floor, sparking up a playful wrestling match. Your legs are beside his hips, Luke’s arms are wrapped around your waist and his head is snuggled into the crook of your neck. He’s squeezing you, trying to pin you into submission. You’re too flustered to even try to “fight” back, simply giggling, hugging around his body instead, trying to insinuate to him.

“You’re bad.” he whispers, quickly pressing a kiss to your cheek, “Were you just trying to get into my pants? You could’ve just asked, y’know. I’d gladly twist you into a pretzel myself—“

“Stop it, you cornball.” you joke, lightly tugging his head back. Luke starts to attack your neck with kisses. He’s quick to slide his hands underneath your shirt, feeling up your chest, moving his lips to touch yours, he’s more rougher and excited than usual. The days where you manage to get under his skin are the best.

He pulls you closer towards him, pressing your hips together, grinding his erection against you. You card your hands through his hair, he looks up at you with half-lidded eyes, mouth open agape, hot and bothered. He’s all of the sudden desperate to fuck you. He slides down your pants with haste, pulling down his own right after. When it comes to sex, Luke is way too excited, he’s often sloppy, messy as if he was actually inexperienced.

“You always look so good.” he says, pressing his fingers to your mouth, obliging you to open up, slicking his fingers with spit, sucking on his digits, muffled moaning as he continues to grind against you, pulling his fingers out.

Fucking on rooftops in the nighttime meant that you had privacy— but everyone could still very much hear you. So the two of you make a desperate effort to stay quiet, covering each other’s mouths everytime one lets out a particularly loud moan.

He makes it clear how badly he wants to be inside of you. He’s in a rush to use your spit as lube, teasing the tip of his cock into your entrance, closely observing your face for any sort of reactions as he slowly pushes in, groaning out in relief. Luke collapses against you, more licking and kissing all over your neck. Slow, hard thrusts rock your body back, he’s big, confident when he fucks, leaving you a sensitive, whiney, and needy mess everytime.

You want more, you beg for him, demand him to go harder, faster or slower. He obeys your every order, looking to please you, praise you.

“Luke,” you call out to him with a moan, “Close— so close.” you whine.

“Are you gonna cum? You just— god, you’re too good to me.” he groans, “I wish I could just fuck you all night, watch you get all shy for me.” he says, his thumb caressing your cheek. He’s hooked on all the noises you make, the little changes in your expression. It’s all too much, he feels you tighten around him, arching your back, pressing against his sweaty body.

“Good job, baby.” Luke pulls you into another tight hug, pressing a kiss to your neck, “Hold on, okay?” God, it seemed no matter how much you tease him, or how pent-up you’ll try to make him, Luke absolutely never would be degrading with you. When he speaks a constant flow of praises in your ears, the tone in his voice is shaky, so gentle with you, willing to keep going for as long as you cum.

You feel his cock twitch, his movements growing more sporadic, making the Twister mat underneath you two scrunch up and wrinkle, ruining the once wholesome little game. Luke lets out a relieved groan. His hips stutter as he cums inside, keeping you still against his pelvis, pulling out slow when he’s finished. “I’m still mad at you for cheating.” he jabs, sarcastic.

“Well, you paused the game last time I almost broke your win-streak! It’s fair game.” you reason.

#sf6 #sf6 x reader #street fighter 6 #street fighter x reader #luke sullivan #street fighter 6 x reader #dude im on a roll #i need more smutty luke fics that arent written by me now #PLEASE ILL PAY SOMEONE TO DO ITTTT

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Welcome to the Concept Café!

If you’re a writer or reader looking for inspiration, look no further.

Rules: Order a fic from the writer who reblogged this. Include who you want the fic to be written about and any of the following elements.

Dishes ~ Style

🥣 Bowl • Fluff

🍽️ Plate • Angst

🥡 Takeout • Smut (I’m not writing smut anymore but other writers might!)

Meals ~ Relationship Status

🥗 Salad • Married

🥪 Sandwich • Engaged

🌭 Hotdog • Dating

🍕Pizza • Just friends

🫕 Soup • Strangers

Drinks ~ Settings & Scenarios

🫙 Water • Boring afternoons together

🥛 Milk • Meeting their parents

☕️ Coffee • Morning kisses

🍵 Tea • Sick day

🧋Boba tea • Concert/music festival

🧃 Juice box • Coming out

🥤 Pop • Long-distance

🍸 Martini • Road trip/vacation

🥂 Champagne • Date night/anniversary

Snacks ~ Song Lyric Prompts

🍓 Strawberries • “Look at the stars // look how they shine for you // and everything you do” (Yellow, Coldplay)

🍌 Banana • “And I know that we can be so amazing // And baby your love is gonna change me // And now I can se every possibility” (Just Haven’t Met You Yet, Michael Buble)

🍇 Grapes • (All I got is one shot, one try // one go around in this beautiful life…) (Keep Me In The Moment, Jeremy Camp)

🍅 Tomatoes • “Cuz if I want you, and I want you, babe // Ain’t going backwards, won’t ask for space…” (Close, Nick Jonas)

🍊 Orange • “In the dark we’re barely holding on // then you rest your head upon my chest // and you feel like there ain’t nothing left…” (Flicker, Niall Horan)

🥕 Carrots • “If we ever broke up I’d call your dad // tell him all the shittiest of things you said…” (If We Ever Broke Up, Mae Stephens)

🫐 Blueberries • “Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life // say yes, say yes…” (Rude, Magic!)

🍉 Watermelon • “You don’t have to say you love me // you don’t have to say nothing…” (Adore You, Harry Styles)

🍐 Pear • “That seatbelt’s on your chest, hearing your heart, holding you down…” (Coffee, Tori Kelly)

🫑 Bell pepper • “

🫛 Pea pods • “Is it too late now to tell you that everything means nothing if I can’t have you…” (If I Can’t Have You, Shawn Mendes)

🫘 Beans • “If this is what it's like falling in love // then I don't ever wanna grow up…” (Kid in Love, Shawn Mendes)

🥜 Peanuts • “I’ll buy you anything // I’ll buy you any ring…” (Baby, Justin Bieber)

🍚 Rice • “But I knew you // trying to change the ending…” (Cardigan,Taylor Swift)

🧀 Cheese • “Here’s my number // so call me maybe…” (Call Me Maybe, Carly Rae Jepsen)

🍟 Fries • “Stop the clocks, it’s amazing // you should see the way the light dances off your head…” (Afterglow, Ed Sheeran)

🍳 Egg • “I know times are getting hard // but just believe me, girl // someday I’ll pay the bills with this guitar // we’ll have it good…” (Hey There Delilah // The Plain White T’s)

🥓 Bacon • Oh, I could have that voice playing on repeat for a week // and in this packed out room swear she was singing to me…” (Galway Girl, Ed Sheeran)

🍤 Shrimp • “There’s things I wanna say to you // but I’ll just let you live…” (Cinnamon Girl, Lana Del Rey)

🍣 Sushi • “I don’t want you to get lost // I don’t want you to go broke…” (Music For A Sushi Restaurant, Harry Styles)

🍥 Narutomaki • “Take me into your loving arms // kiss me under the light of a thousand stars…” (Thinking Out Loud, Ed Sheeran)

🥐 Croissant • “Touch my neck and I’ll touch yours // You in those little high-waisted shorts…” (Sweater Weather, The Neighborhood)

🥨 Pretzel • “When I first saw you from across the room // I could tell that you were curious…” (Perfect, One Direction)

🥯 Bagel • “Call me, baby, if you need a friend // I just wanna give you love…” (One Call Away, Charlie Puth)

🍬 Candy • “And when you smile // the whole world stops and stares for a while…” (Just The Way You Are, Bruno Mars)

🍭 Lollipop • “I met you in the dark // you lit me up…” (Say You Won’t Let Go, James Arthur)

🍫 Chocolate • “Strawberry ice cream // one spoon for two…” (Deja Vu, Olivia Rodrigo)

Sweets ~ Extra elements

🍰 Cake • Playful flirting

🍩 Donut • Kissing envelopes/love letters

🥧 Pie • Baking together

🍮 Custard • Sharing clothes

🥠 Fortune cookie • Sharing earbuds

🍪 Cookie • Sharing the last cookie

🥮 Mooncake • Holding hands in public

🍡Thing • Playing with each other’s hair

🍦Ice cream cone • Singing to lover

🍨 Ice cream dish • Feeling clingy

#I’m definitely adding more menu items eventually so stay tuned #writing prompts #concept menu #flutterfly alley #violetsandfluff #fluff prompts #fic writer #fanfiction prompts #writing prompt #angst prompt #smut prompts #fluff #smut #angst #writer

[genshinlover101]

Well, I don't see a "requests closed" sign anywhere, so I guess I'll send in a request:

Could I ask you to write what I've dubbed the "Unflusterable Trio" (Lisa, Beidou, Yae) with an s/o who actually manages to fluster them? And if you have the time, can you describe how the s/o accomplished such a feat?

(Also sorry if you don't think Beidou is "unflusterable"; I wanted a woman from each region and figured she'd be the hardest to fluster out of all the Liyue women)

Unflusterable Trio Gets Flustered

Characters: Lisa, Beidou, Yae Miko x gn!reader

Warnings: none

A/n: I hope this will do ~ I don’t imagine these women getting traditionally flustered and instead an angry flustered? I hope that makes sense cause they all have stronger and more dominant personalities

• Lisa was always one to push the buttons of her loved ones, never the opposite way around. Her lack of shame was in fact astonishing, how she managed to carry herself with pride was a mystery to you and probably the entirety of Mondstadt.

•  Lisa isn’t superhuman, she’s been put in shocking positions or gotten strange reactions to her teasing before. But her ability to bounce back at every shot thrown at her was nothing short of amazing. Her intelligence stretched far beyond book smarts.

Lisa pressed herself against you, the familiar feeling of her gloves sliding up your shoulders, over your neck, rising up your cheeks, finally covering your eyes. “Guess who?” She asked, her lips pursed with a smile on her face. Being a librarian was boring nowadays, high tension scenarios were a requirement if she didn’t want to go insane from bordem.

“Hmm~,” You wanted to play into her games. She was so used to you being her little puppet, wrapped around her finger as you obeyed her perfectly. But you had seen Kaeya and her interact before the playful sense. Only he could match her mischief without embarrassing himself. “Is it Jean?” You asked playfully.

Is Lisa’s heart skipping a beat, Jean? Her eye twitched and her smile turned into a grin of crooked confusion. Why would Jean be this close to you, touching her little helper so familiarly? Feeling a little deterred even if it were a joke that you’d call her by another name, maybe even a little jealous.

She uncovered your eyes and forced your head to turn and face her, her hand gripping your cheek. “Unfortunately you are incorrect,” she said playing into your feeble games. Your usual stiff persona not adding up to your childish behavior, making it even more unusual to her. “My my- don’t you think we should come up with a suiting punishment even,” she said in your ear, her stern voice telling you she was quite mad.

From her fingertips she sent a small shock into your body, making some individual hair strands stand up. A slight blush on her face, “I’ll make sure you’ll remember my name this time hmm?” She challenged.

• Beidou wasn’t necessarily the type to put people in an uncomfortable position, she never said things that would fluster someone or make them feel some type of way for her. However, she was the captain after all, if someone tried swooning her it would surely end as a failure.

• Beidou doesn’t pay attention to the romantic aspects of her life all that much. She’s too busy being a girl boss at sea that she is too distracted to focus on love. She doesn’t take any flirting seriously, she might joke back but don’t take it to heart.

Beidou is such a dominant spirit that she doesn’t let any attempts to embarrass her lightly. Her determination to remain that way was very evident, not partaking in any “girly” activities, of course, her womanly charm was still there. She tapped your shoulder, her arms snaking around you, “What do you say later this evening we grab some drinks again, I heard the crew wanted to unwind for the last day we’ll be ported here,” she told you with a manly voice.

It had been a whole week since you landed to restock resources at Liyue Harbor. Each day had a set schedule with some downtime in the evening, but each day Beidou went out drinking with the crew. Disapointed that she made no time for just the two of you. “Beidou-,” you interjected. “I want it to be just the two of us.”

“The two of us?” She questioned, she knew what you meant but spending time with her crew was important as a captain, trying to avoid the subject. “Don’t you want company, the more the merrier as they say.” she laughed to disregard the serious subject.

“If you keep playing dumb and avoiding my advances you’ll regret it, captain,” you teased. Placing a hand on her cheek, edging her with the close vicinity of your lips. You could feel her hot breath on your mouth, however as much you felt dissatisfied with her, you made sure she’d be equally dissatisfied. She’d be on her knees for you, begging for your affection. You never let her meet your lips, her neck stretching for it as you backed away, even separating your faces with a hand on her mouth to silence her.

A blush on her face from your boldness and the rejection, “W-what do you mean by that,” she asked you like a saddened but stubborn puppy who just got its playtime revoked for bad behavior. “Regret? I’ve never felt an emotion like that,” her pride and ego too big to admit her faults. 

Looking left to right to see if you two were completely alone she whispered in your ear. “If you really want my attention that badly, meet me in your quarters after ten tonight.”

•  Yae Miko is the queen of forcing people on their feet, she doesn’t do it intentionally, however. She’s just one of those people who are naturally flirty without trying. Keeping everyone else at a distance but only allowing you to infiltrate her personal bubble. Making inside jokes with you that were slightly dirtier than necessary.

• In terms of Miko getting flustered, It wasn’t a common sight. She is a fox after all, she’s too socially literate to fall for such attempts. She knows her victims from their biggest insecurities to their bone structures, if they bite back? She’ll just make up a sly lie or deny all claims against her.

Miko doesn’t get mad over petty things, humiliation was the way to push her buttons. She was never the type to get mad in front of you either, even if you did manage to get on her nerves she refuses to show you. It’s a feeling she wasn’t proud of, so she’d rather feel it alone even in the presence of her lover. 

This time she had crossed the line, the veins popping in your forehead and your eye twitched as you saw the mess she had made from her little gambles. “Miko, that was risky,” you told her as she twiddled her fingers showing she didn’t care for a word you were saying. 

You didn’t like getting physical with her, but duty calls whenever your words went through one ear and out the other. Grabbing her by her collar you forced her to make eye contact with you, “My my~ a little feisty aren’t you. You know if you’re going to tempt me with a good time you outta take me out first,” her anger laced in her words and becoming more and more evident from your rough actions.

“You know I don’t like being told what to do,” She brushed your hands off her shirt, acting only slightly disgusted by your touch when in reality she was writhing in anger. “I’ll give you some time to cool off, you’re obviously too upset to think rationally.” 

She turned her back against you, her hips waving goodbye to you as she shut herself in the shrine to be alone. Huffing and puffing you sat down on the gravel below you, waiting for her to come back out so you could talk one-on-one. What you couldn’t see was her gripping the closed door separating you two. Her bare fangs and a bright blush on her face as she pounded her fist against the wall in frustration. “That brat!” her teeth grinding together as she gnawed on her thumbnail in stress.

#lisa x reader #Beidou x reader #yae miko x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #lisa minci #beidou #yae miko

[humanmorph]

Lye „Lyke“ Lychen as a sacrifical altar (to Aterika’Kaal) (but he's also kind of the sacrifice)

my @secret-samol gift for @bronanlynch! for the Aterika’Kaal/Lyke prompt of „what if things had gone differently and Aterika'Kaal was still with Lyke“.

notes on this under the readmore!

AU

In this scenario Lyke would succeed in getting the heart of the Motherbeast in Episode 47 and while Alaway would notice & probably still call out to Aterika’Kaal the way he presumably did in canon, Lyke would be there and get to make a compelling case to Aterika’Kaal the likes of „If you stay with me I am going to feed you. I’ve taken care of you until now, I’ll keep doing that“ (argument supported by the fact he’s currently holding the heart of an incredibly powerful dead god). Aterika’kaal agrees and they barely escape through the Sanctum of the Stone Chorus portal. I think it's fun if Lyke then stays there after the hour described in the move is over, maybe knowing he can't convince Pickman & the others that what he's done is actually good, and fine, there's not even anything to worry about he has this totally handled, But yeah he then sets out from whereever in Sangfielle Aterika'Kaals domain is (Austin did say it was an actual place somewhere), and the rest of the Blackwick Group is left to wonder what the hell happened since Lyke just vanished! Alaway has possibly fucked off too after losing the heart. And them getting fired, the Carnival of Moted Light etc. would still happen (and I guess Chine would succeed at what they were doing since Lyke isn’t there?) and who knows if they’d take any action in finding Lyke after that! All that aside though, Lyke basically offers himself to feed on (through blood and/or energy) and to sustain that he keeps consuming(not literally eating) powerful objects/artifacts/resources and possibly eventually living things (I’d imagine he'd still take work as a „please deal with this weird shit for us“ person and when he has to kill a cursed beast or whatnot... might aswell feed Aterika'Kaal?) (What also plays into that decision, and is part of Lyke justifying this to himself, is that without him, Aterika’Kaal would become too powerful. So he aims to function as kind of a conduit & control the power intake so to speak. I think this probably doesn’t work for very long.) I think this eventually goes bad for him because it’s super taxing on his body and the whole deal kind of flips with Aterika’Kaal feeding/keeping HIM alive. He starts finding bodies in the domain again (alternatively, Aterika'Kaal gets better at hiding them because it knows Lyke doesn't particulary like it when it does that). Lyke probably gets stronger due to this power/magic wise, but also way more fragile (he's constantly anemic!). („I love you. I want us both to eat well.“ - Christopher Citro) („When I write of hunger I am really writing about love and the hunger for it, and warmth and the love of it and it is all one.“ M.K. Fisher) Notes: I put some resources Lyke’s canonically had in-game + some extra stuff in this picture (the arrow is a reference to Marn’s epilogue, the bugs are bugs (with possibly sinister connotations. If you want them to have those, it’s optional) and the fur is from the Ravening Beast). Another detail I came up with I might aswell tell you because otherwise noone might ever know: the ring with the blue stone is a gift from Es. Sketch Notes: 1. Lyke turning his head to kiss a rose / exposing his neck was one of my very first ideas/sketches I made while working on this, and I liked it too much to not include it. 2. This is supposed to be Aterika'Kaal giving Lyke a blood transfusion but it rather looks like it's feeding on him instead...! I like how the relaxed pose turned out. 3. I wanted to draw something smaller in a simpler style to fill the big canvas I was drawing these on (even though now I put them in separate files anyways...). The day I drew this I saw a tweet about a medieval monks sketchbook, so I was still thinking about that. I didn't even plan to color it originally but I ended up getting invested, haha

Inspired mainly by these 3 quotes: „KEITH: I’m a walking- I am a shrine to Aterika’Kaal.“ (Sangfielle 12: The Secret Ledger of Roseroot Hall Pt. 4) „KEITH: There's a version of dealing with Aterika'Kaal that ends with Lyke being satisfied that he rehabilitated a god or at least it looks […] like what he thinks Aterika'Kaal would have been before the YVEs showed up. That's probably his main retirement path, but it also might kill him instead.” (Sangfielle 47: Wax, Iron, and Ichor Pt. 4) „AUSTIN: As you’re fading, the last thing that you do is make this blood sacrifice to Aterika’Kaal. Your own blood.“ (Sangfielle 52: Six Travelers: Lyke)

#secret samol #sangfielle #friends at the table #fatt #rosa art #lye lychen #aterika'kaal #lyke #guy of all time btw this was such a joy to draw and think about #its so funny to me though because i almost put lyke/aterikakaal on my own prompt list but then for whatever reason didnt #and then i saw it on the spreadsheet (2) & was like 'man i hope someone picks them. i want to see this.' BUT IT WAS ME... IM SOMEONE.... #@ those 2 people (one is eliot bronanlynch. i know this) especially: i hope you enjoy!!!!!! @ everyone else you too ok : ) #the notes were in a pdf originally i didnt think id write so much. #i thought about making it bullet points maybe itd look neater on tumblr but i dont. want to... copy&paste it is... #this isnt the first time i painted digitally but it MAY be the first time ive had a good time with it #i used the twitter circle thing for the first and possibly last (until next secsam) time for this so i could post wips. for motivation #it worked : ) #cool to see my actual progress #fun fact about the quotes i added i spent like. a lot of time to look for a better one than the citro quote #because i straight up just do not like the poem its from. i am ripping it out of its context. but it still sounds nice. i folded eventually #the urge to ramble on the the tags........ i will overcome it now and post this #ARGH i forgot tumblr doesnt take transparency on large files well.... it just turns white #well ive made it dark now on the painting it looks better than white but the original was transparent. know this #im posting this kind of late. relatively. i JUST got back from work

[ihni]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖

Ooooh, how fun! <3 Thank you! I've gone through my fics and I'm gonna do 5+1, because why not, right? Seems fic approporiate, in a way. So, here goes:

Over the edge, 16K. (Because it's a scenario I've wanted to write for YEARS and I finally did, and I had a blast writing it! Muahaha!) “You’re still on probation. But if you behave this weekend, we might –“ “‘Behave’?” Billy snorted. “I’m not a dog, Henderson. What do you want me to do? Sit? Roll around? Be a good boy?” His voice was dripping with sarcasm, making Steve snort beside him. Dustin drew himself up to his very unimpressive height in the back seat, puffing out his chest. “Well you can start by not killing anyone!” “Ki– Jesus Christ, kid, I’m not gonna kill anyone!” “Well you almost killed Steve before –“ Here, Billy glanced over guiltily at Steve, who shook his head slightly as if to say it wasn’t a big deal, “– and you have a history of violence. You can’t fault us for making sure!” “Whatever.” “You promise?” “I can’t believe I’m doing this. Yes, kid, I promise I won’t kill anyone.”

Birthday boy, 8K. (Because I've never had so many people telling me a fic made them cry ... don't worry though, there are happier follow-ups!) Neil gives Max a benevolent nod. “You can go.” Max shoots up from her chair, a big smile on her face. “Really? Thank you, I –“ “You can go to the party, but not the sleepover. I want you home at eleven, at the latest.” Trying not to grimace, Max nods. It’s better than nothing. “And of course, Billy will go with you.” “What?”

At least an assist, 8K. (Because it's an alternate first meeting between our boys, and it was fun to imagine an opposite to a meet-cute - also Billy's tied up for most of it, which is always a plus!) “Dude,” he said, more baffled than angry. “Did you just try to bite me?” “I’ll do worse than that if you untie me,” Hargrove growled, as if making threats from the position he was in was somehow normal. “Yeah, because that makes me want to untie you,” Steve snarked back without thinking. Then he sighed and dragged a hand through his hair. He didn’t sign up for this shit. “Listen, yes this sucks, but it’s only for a couple of hours. Why don’t you just chill?” “I’ve been fucking kidnapped, you fuck! I’m supposed to play the finals right now, not kick back and relax while being fucking tied to a chair!” or Steve's teammates kidnap the opposing team's star player to secure a win in the finals. The star player in question is not impressed.

Fast and Frightening, 20K. (This whole fic was born from a chat about possessed cars, and because both me and DearDMVZ quite agreed that Billy would look very fetching tied to the hood of his Camaro while it's racing through the roads outside of Hawkins at night.) There's some seriously fucked-up shit going on. Billy crashed his car, was attacked by some kind of monster, escaped, ran into someone who looked just like him, punched that guy in the face, escaped again, and ended up on a random road somewhere outside of town. And now his own car has turned against him. In short, Billy's not having a good time.

Sleeping Beauty Retold, 8K. (Because I went to town on a fairytale AU and I really fucking like it, still.) Once upon a time, there was an evil king. The king married a woman who had magic, and used her to stay young and strong. To attain true immortality, though, he would have to sacrifice their child on the child's eighteenth birthday. Only, the queen thwarted the king's plans - she stoles the child away in the middle of the night and sent him away, to be raised far from the castle, so that he would be safe. The king never stopped looking. And one day, the child - who had grown up into a young man - was found.

Again and again and again and again, 4K. (Bonus fic, because if I'd had time I would have written 80K of this, I love the concept a LOT. Basically the boys being stuck in a time loop together.) It is Sunday, November 4th 1984, and it’s been Sunday, November 4th 1984 like, fifty-two times now. Fifty-four? Over fifty, at least. Billy’s lost count, which is depressing in itself.

#ihni writes #fic rec #yeah i'm reccing my own fics #thanks for this it was fun! #harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington

[jenanigans1207]

Hi, i was wondering if you have any advice for a first time smut writer? Especially when the writer doesn't even have experience kissing?

I've had an idea for a bonus nsfw chapter for my long term GO wip, and over the months, I have created a detailed account of what will happen with dialogue in my head. But I'm worried that only reading NSFW fics will not be enough to help write it well.

I would ask in a discord server, but may end up gifting it to a friend, and they're in all my servers 😅 Getting advice there might ruin the whole "surprise! I've written a sexy fic!" if I do end up gifting it.

Hi!! Oh man, I don’t know how much help I’m going to be, but I’ll sure try!

I think the biggest thing I can say, and I genuinely can’t stress this enough: you’re going to feel awkward as hell the first time you write smut. To this day I still feel super awkward when I write smut, like I need to look over my shoulder in case someone is looking at my computer screen or this happens to be the moment I’m finally proven right that mind-readers exist and one is reading the smut straight from my brain. So if you feel that way when you write it, don’t panic! It’s not a sign that you aren’t meant to be writing it or that you’re doing a bad job writing it!

My second biggest piece of advice is to remember that this is part of a larger fic. And I hope this makes sense when I say this! It’s not just smut that you’re writing, it’s a natural progression of the dynamic that you’ve been building up for all those chapters. By now you have the character voices and personalities in your head— trust those! Lean into it a little, let them take the lead a bit. If you don’t end up liking how something is written, you can always rewrite it! (Though I will always advocate for simply pasting what you’re getting rid of in another doc instead of outright deleting it just to be safe!)

Third: remember that they’re people. Whether it’s an au where they’re human or they’re still celestial beings, the boys are disastrous idiots at the best of times (that’s why we love them). So don’t be afraid to let it be awkward or uncoordinated sometimes. If you feel like one of them doesn’t know what they’re doing, okay! A lot of us don’t!! And depending on the scenario you’ve put them in, maybe one of them hasn’t ever kissed before either, which allows you to lean into it a little and hopefully make it more comfortable! The point is, nothing is ever perfect. It’s messy, it’s full of emotions, and it’s usually clumsy and heartfelt and it’s okay to write it that way!

If you don’t have a deadline or need to post/send to your friend right away, I recommend taking a few days away from it and reading it again. It’s hard to look at anything you write objectively when you’ve been so close to it for so long. Taking a step away and coming back gives you a better chance of seeing the story the way your readers will— and I guarantee you that you’ll think it’s even better than you remember it being. Even if you thought it was the best thing you ever wrote, you’ll love it more when you are able to look at it a little more objectively! If you can’t take the time away, totally fair. Find someone you trust, someone who knows the rest of your fic so they have the whole story, and ask them to read it.

If you get stuck, and you have someone you trust enough, you can do what I do with my writing friends which is playing Questions! You talk a little about where you’re stuck at in the plot and they just ask you any question that comes to mind. Not always huge, plot-relevant questions, but questions about how a character feels, or how an outside character would respond, etc. and in working out the answers to those questions, I think you’ll find the bits of plot that you’re looking for! It’s always been a huge help to me, and it’s tons of fun!

Oh, and lastly— I think it’s absolutely phenomenal that you wrote an outline of everything! I’ve never been great at plotting or outlines so I’m jealous. But remember not to hold yourself too rigidly to the outline. If you forget something or veer off of where you intended to go for a bit but you like the outcome, don’t beat yourself up over it! Like I said before, you can always rewrite something you don’t like.

So I guess my biggest piece of advice is don’t take it too seriously and don’t put too much pressure on yourself. It’s still writing and it’s a natural progression of a story you’ve already spent all this time telling. You know how the story goes, you know how the characters act, you got this!!!

I don’t know if this ended up being helpful at all, but I hope it is! It’s lovely that you’re doing this for your friend and I’m sure they’re going to adore it!!!

#writing advice #if I’m qualified to be giving writing advice anyway

[subukunojess]

Nightmare Before Christmas in Dreamlight Valley

Hi guys. For a few weeks now, I’ve been playing Disney Dreamlight Valley on my Switch and it’s getting really good, especially with the recent update. I kind of spoiled myself with the twist in the story and I have so many ideas for my player character that I’ll do in separate posts. For this one, I would like to discuss a what-if scenario and write fanfiction in which characters that played a big part in my growing up were in the game. One movie, in particular, is Nightmare Before Christmas. 

Now this idea is not totally universal and very self-indulgent. I remember watching Nightmare Before Christmas when I was between 5 and 7. I remember being awed by the movie and very scared of the Oogie Boogie scenes. It wasn’t until my teenage years that I fully embraced it and it became my permanent hyperfixation. This post would be how I would write it in my fanfiction, but if you’d like to add or make/change something for your own, be free. 

I would include: Jack, Sally, Zero, Oogie Boogie, Lock, Shock, and Barrel

Ideas and Spoilers Under The Cut:

Jack and Sally

I still have to figure things out for them but at the top of my head, I feel like they went back to Halloween Town. Perhaps Jack wanted to help by going back to the town and coming up with new ideas and tools to combat the Forgetting. Sally followed him to help/keep an eye out for him. Due to the Forgetting, Jack has some sort of problem and it’s up to the Player and Sally to help him. From opening the Nightmare Before Christmas realm, you’d recruit Sally first and then Jack. Sally could have her own store selling fabrics and unique clothes. Both Jack and Sally live in a recreation of Jack’s house. 

Zero

Like with Pua, Zero can be an animal companion you unlock once Jack becomes a villager and asks you to help him find Zero. Don’t know how I would make it different from the Moana-Pua quest, but that’s what comes to mind. 

Oogie Boogie

Here’s where the self-indulgent stuff comes in. A little short backstory: not only did I get nightmares about Oogie as a child, but Oogie has played a major role in my life both on the positive and negative side. He’s somewhat of a comfort character and through him and other media, has helped me grow as a person. Whenever I added new characters or left aside past ones, Oogie has been with me from 16 years old until now. Prior to understanding the story, I wanted to write a fic in response to what happens during the Glade of Trust arc. In it, my Player, Jess, has a hard time processing the truth and what happened during the night. She tries to distract herself by spending the day with Mirabel, but the two get stuck in a new cave in the process. Jess panics, lets out her feelings about her recent experience, and, in a state of fear and regret, becomes Oogie Boogie. At first, it was supposed to just be a symbol of a person becoming a monster to handle the fear. But after learning about the Forgotten, I decided to add to it.

As a child, the player, although frightened by Oogie Boogie, tended to sometimes hang out with him when they get scared. Hey, if you can befriend Ursula, Mother Gothel, and Scar, you could befriend the Boogeyman. Anyway, when the Forgetting happens and the Player split, Oogie split in two as well due to dark magic and the Player’s magic/emotions. While the Player has regular Oogie, the Forgotten has Shadow Oogie with green eyes. After the Glade of Trust arc, Oogie is around not as a villager but as a part of the Player. Whenever the Player has a negative emotion or feels fear, they’d transform into Oogie. It’s still them, but sometimes a little moody or sarcastic. Transforming into Oogie would be necessary for side quests that will help figure out the mystery with the Forgotten. It turns out that since Oogie is split, he is not whole and thus, has no memories. Interacting with characters would reveal snipped memories of the Forgotten, most notably: Mother Gothel, Scar, and Olaf. As of this moment, I just finished saving Frozen Heights. As I find out more about the Forgotten, the list would increase. Likewise, the Forgotten can change into Shadow Oogie when extremely upset as well, but can freely do so within the Dark Castle. Once Act 1 of the Main Story is finished and the Forgotten wants to make amends with the Player and the Village, Oogie becomes whole again and he can be his own person, becoming a villager. 

Lock, Shock, and Barrel

Like Jack and Sally, I still do not know what to do with these three, but at the top of my head, here’s what I came up with: imagine you’re the trick-or-treaters in a valley where you are free to express yourself and have a little fun/mischief. Suddenly, these cool thorns appear and you don’t know why everyone’s freaking out. Some people are forgetting, Jack and Sally went back to Halloween Town, and your boss suddenly disappears. You go to the Ruler demanding answers and lo and behold, they look completely different and for some strange reason, you’re compelled to hang out with them. So you do just that, following the Ruler’s orders and whatnot when suddenly you realize that something dark and magical occurred in that your boss is somehow merged with the Ruler. You and the Ruler have a fight which results in the Ruler separating you three into three different portals having no memories of the valley but vague memories of the group.

So yeah, somewhat of a Minnie or Donald situation going on. 

Let me know what you think and what you’d like to add. Fics are a work in progress. 

#Disney Dreamlight Valley #Nightmare Before Christmas #Jack Skellington #Sally Skellington #lock shock and barrel #Zero #oogie boogie #dreamlight valley #ddlv #spoilers #The Player #The Forgotten #fanfiction #idea #self indulgent

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Winds of Change

Chapter 6: Breaking the Ice

Takuma unearths one of the instant ice-packs from the pile, turning it over in his hands before speaking. “Shuuji, you’re the type of person who hoards items in RPGs and then never uses them, aren’t you?” Shuuji blinks down at him. “… Huh?” “Y’know, like in video games,” he says, “In a boss battle, or something. Even when things are down to the wire, you still won’t use the items that you saved up, even though that’s what they’re there for. You keep making up all these—these self-imposed restrictions—these unfair rules that only apply to you, and all they do is make things harder for yourself in a way that isn’t even fun. In fact, it sucks, the whole game just sucks, and you don’t wanna play anymore. But you can’t stop, because for some reason you have it in your head that you have to do it this way.”

Shuuji finally starts to see that there's something a little alarming about the way he expects cruelty, mockery, and scorn at the first sign of vulnerability. What's even more alarming is that it took over a decade for him to notice.

ao3 link in the source, extended commentary below!

this chapter was so much fun to write. most of my extended notes are going to be how much i fell in love with shuuji&takuma as a friendship and how the way they feel about each other differs from canon because of the events of this fic.

but first, the non shuuji&takuma things

google dot shit is a garbage website, STOP trying to SELL me polygraph machines i JUST want to know what each part is CALLED!!! anyway water is wet

speaking of water. the entire water bottle segment is new as of this edit and wasn’t in the first draft at ALL!! i really enjoyed writing it, it felt similar to how shuuji was freaking out in chapter 1 about the door to the apartment building. i think after this sort of thing happening twice, it’s kind of solidified my interpretation of shuuji as someone who is not very good at or confident about thinking on his feet, at least not yet. he’s spent most of his life always being told what to do and getting in trouble if he tries to deviate from that, so theres really no reward for him to try to come up with a plan for himself, even though being a leader is something (he thought*) he wanted. even when he was trying to be a chaperone at the beginning of the game, his instructions essentially boiled down to attempting to reinforce what the adults in charge were saying. 

(*more on that later) 

so one thing that was completely accidental was the “present” segments growing progressively shorter and the “past” segments growing progressively longer. the parts of the story that the “present” segments deal with take place more or less within an hour, while the events of the “past” segments happen over the course of about a day and a half. i was a bit worried about how “past-heavy” the past couple of chapters have been, and i considered extending the present segments beyond the scope of part6, but i think that’s actually going to have to be its own thing because it just doesn’t fit tonally?? i can’t really elaborate further without spoiling the events of chapters 7 and 8, so i’ll explain it better another time.

anyway, ohhh my god shuuji&takuma. ohhh ymgod.

as you can probably tell at this point, takuma is stressed beyond belief and is doing a miserable job of trying to downplay it. i think this is such a bizarre thing for shuuji to see immediately following the events of the waterway - it’s another “is THAT what i look like???” sort of scenario similar to ryo watching shuuji shut down in chapter 4. i think shuuji being able to see similarities between himself and takuma with regard to the way they react to stress is very eye-opening for him - theres alarms going off in shuujis head that something is wrong. in hindsight, takuma following him around right before heading to the waterway makes complete sense, and now he’s inclined to do the same; it’s incredibly alarming for him to see takuma, someone i think he initially sort of resented for his innate leadership abilities, in this closed-off, worn-down state.

speaking of takuma as a leader… takuma is just a really impressive protagonist to me, especially because he's a video game protagonist. so often if you’re making dialogue choices like the ones in survive, the main character becomes something of a blank canvas that the player is supposed to project themselves onto, but im delighted by how this is not the case for takuma at all: he stands on his own just as much as the other characters. i also think theres something really compelling about takuma and shuuji’s feelings about leadership roles, and how they deal with the stress of taking on that role. 

so earlier i starred * something about how shuuji THINKS he wants to be a leader. heres my hot take. i think if he was able to completely separate himself from the expectations that are placed on him, shuuji would have no interest in being the only one in charge. he panics and escalates very easily, and while being able to control panic and de-escalate yourself is a skill that can be learned, i still dont think that calling the shots on his own is something shuuji actually wants to do. i think shuuji would do much better in a collaborative setting, where he can share the leadership role with several people, but he’s been conditioned to resist that kind of setup - based on the way his father speaks to him, it seems like being unable to do things without help is considered shameful. so it probably felt pretty degrading, seeing someone like takuma make it look SO EASY to step into a leadership role and instantly command the respect and attention of the rest of the group, while shuuji had trouble getting anybody to even take him seriously.

but thats the thing - takuma does NOT find it easy, and honestly i dont even think he really wanted to be in this position at all. i actually kind of think that one of the main reasons takuma accepts this leadership role is because of how many people assume that he already has it and is comfortable with it. we learn early in the game that takuma is pretty introverted, and would have kept to himself entirely if minoru hadn’t forced him to socialize. he doesn’t seem to like responsibility, and is surprised to learn that the group considers him their leader. he’s consistently caught off-guard by being asked to be a tiebreaker or voice of reason, and feels uncomfortable when he has to make a decision where pleasing everybody is impossible. that’s not to say he’s not a good leader. he is! he’s definitely a uniting force - he keeps the group from splintering, and has really good intuition when it comes to raising morale. it’s just that he does this at the cost of his own needs, and he’s SO good at internalizing his discomfort that unless you knew what was going on inside his head, you’d never notice how much he’s repressing. so from the outside, he looks like the perfect leader, and i dont think it ever occurs to the others how much he struggles with letting them know how he’s actually feeling.

that’s whats been so fun to me about writing this version of part5 and part6 - it’s not a complete role reversal, but it’s got a similar flavor. something about the waterway incident triggered a strange reaction in takuma that nobody seems to be able to understand…except shuuji, when it dawns on him that this is what it looks like from outside, when somebody goes through the internal sensation of splitting at the seams from stress and refusing to let anybody get close enough to help. so now, shuuji’s moving away from the “i have to take charge” mindset and toward a “i have to be supportive” one, while takuma inexplicably appears to be shifting from “i have to be supportive” to “i have to take charge”. 

i think thats why shuuji has such a strong emotional response near the end of this chapter - shuuji is afraid of his father’s “trust” because it’s a demand to meet expectations that keeps him at arm’s length, and he can easily lose that trust by “showing weakness”. that’s so completely different from takuma’s trust, which was actually strengthened by the two of them being vulnerable in front of each other and being kind about it, resulting in them growing closer. can you blame shuuji for being like ‘wait, this is what trust is SUPPOSED to feel like???’ and immediately wanting more?

READER INTERACTION QUESTIONS!!! 

who do you think is responsible for labeling all of the water bottles?

So i don’t have an Official Answer for this one. i deliberately decided not to choose any specific person, though since aoi and ryo are the ones who packed the supply bag it's probably one of them

do you also feel Called Tf Out by takuma and his ‘you hoard items in rpgs dont you’ speech

yes. yes i do. im VERY much the type whos like (actively getting murdered in the final boss battle) "but what if i need this later ): " or (boss has 100x more hp than me and can attack several times per turn) "i should be able to manage without items!!! like, bosses dont get items so it's unfair that i get them!!!" so its very rude of takuma to say this to me. THAT BEING SAID, it’s something of a self-callout for takuma as well, but i dont think he knows that yet. 

anyway, that concludes the shuuji&takuma chapter. thank you so much for reading if you’ve made it this far, and as always i encourage you to share your thoughts and/or Gamer Theories (:

i’m not sure when chapter 7 will go up; it’s going to need some reworking as well, even though it used to be my favorite chapter hahahah. IN THE MEANTIME THOUGH, like i said on ao3, chapter 7 is the point where ocean wave becomes relevant, so if you feel up for it, i encourage you to take a look! regrettably i cannot hyperlink ocean wave directly or tumblr will put my post in the hell dimension and it will not show up in any tags ):

#digimon survive #digimon #shuuji kayama #kayama shuuji #takuma momozuka #momozuka takuma #lopmon #agumon

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400 Follower Celebration | Song Lyric Prompts

*You know I'm a sucker for a good song lyric game. XD

Muse: Donald Pierce Song Lyrics: "I turn my back and you're messin' around. I'm not bein' jealous. Don't like lookin' like a clown." -Joan Jett & the Blackhearts ;)

If not that one, then here's another encouraging nudge from yours truly… ;)

Muse: Quinn Mckenna Song Lyrics: Runnin' just as fast as we can, holdin' onto one another's hand. Tryin' to get away into the night and then you put your arms around me and we tumble to the ground and then you say, "I think we're alone now."

LMAO! I couldn't resist. I figure that whole scenario would make for a great getaway scene that could lead to something hot and heavy with Quinn endin' up on top of the other muse or somethin'. LOL! Either way, I have absolute faith in your abilities to tap into both muses, sweetheart! Just have fun with it and go for whatever gets those juices flowin'! Happy 400 Followers, darlin'! *hugs tight and smooches yer cheek* MUAH! <333

DAX!!! Thank you so so much for following me and I know we haven’t had any lately (I’m sorry) but I love our little chats, they always make me smile 😊 I send you all the hugs and smooches right back to ya! ♥️

And thank you for sending in this prompt and being a part of my celebration . I chose Pierce for this one (maybe I’ll do Quinn too at some point) but I wanted to get this one out for you. But please be gentle, this is my first time writing for him. I hope you like it ♥️

I Hate Myself for Loving You

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Donald Pierce x F! Reader

Warnings: A swear word or two, bit of angst, fluffy bunnies and unicorns

Word Count: 2k-ish

Summary: Your new job at Alkali-Transigen has you crushing on the head of security

A/N: This is my first time writing for Pierce, I hope I did an ok job. Thank you for reading!

You accepted the job at Alkali-Transigen because it was the only place willing to hire you with little laboratory experience but you also hoped it would be temporary. You were very familiar with what they did there.

Yes, they were mutants but they were children. They didn’t have families, they grew up inside the facility, treated like science experiments, and were designed to be used as weapons.

But they were just kids and they deserved to grow up in a place where they could just be…kids, not in a holding room or being watched by armed guards outside their rooms.

Even though you didn’t work directly with the kids, you did everything you could to make them feel like someone cared like by bringing them candy, little toys, coloring books, and crayons.

You just felt bad for them and always wished you could do more.

Donald Pierce was head of security and leader of a militant group called the Reavers and when you saw him on your first day at Transigen, you were smitten even though you knew you shouldn’t be. Everyone told you to stay away from him but you didn’t listen.

You had heard he dated a couple of the nurses at Transigen that didn’t end well. And he was also the one they sent out to bring back anyone that tried to run, so you did your best to keep your head down and do the job you were hired to do.

Temporary…it’s only temporary.

He found you working on a Saturday morning in the lab, finishing up some paperwork you didn’t get done the day before.

“Oh…I’m sorry, darlin’. I didn’t know anyone else was here.” He said.

God, his accent was sexy. You played it cool though.

“Oh it’s alright, Mr. Pierce. I’m just finishing up and I’ll be leaving soon, if you need me out faster I can just—“ You stated before he cut you off.

“Now, now I didn’t say you had to leave. You just took me by surprise, is all. That’s not easy to do either. And Mr. Pierce is too formal for someone like me, so please call me Donald or Donnie is fine too. It’s nice to meet you Miss…” He trailed off.

You were hypnotized by his sly smile and southern charm but you snapped out of your trance long enough to answer him.

“Oh! It’s y/l/n…y/f/n y/l/n. I just started a month or so ago.”

One side of his mouth curled up into a slight smile.

“Oh no, I remember. You had your hair pulled back in a low bun that day and I noticed you had a little skull and crossbones pin on your lab coat there.” He said. “As you can see, I’m a fan of the skull and crossbones also.” Chuckling a little, he pointed to the tattoo on his throat.

His memory was impressive. There were a lot of new hires that started that day and he remembered you.

“You have a good memory Mr. Pierce.” You said, completely forgetting that he said it was alright you call him by his first name.

“Well, I never forget a pretty face.” He said with a warm smile, flashing his gold tooth.

Heat rose to your cheeks and warmth spread across your chest as you felt yourself turn different shades of red which is when he asked you to go out for a drink with him. It was the first of many dates with Donald Pierce.

He definitely did not look like Prince Charming, however he could be VERY charming and sweet. That slight southern drawl when he’d call you “sweetheart” or “baby,” made you weak in the knees. The bad boy type always enticed you, gripped you tightly and never wanted to let go and Donnie was no exception.

It was difficult to explain why you were attracted to a guy who had a mechanical arm, a throat tattoo, and a gold tooth but he really was handsome and his bad boy persona made him irresistible to you. He couldn’t be all bad though, could he?

But you weren’t the only one who found his bad boy image irresistible.

It seemed like everywhere you went together, women found Donnie attractive and they never tried to hide it either but what really upset you was when he would flirt back. Who knows what he did when you weren’t around. Maybe you were starting to regret not taking the advice from your co-workers, they did warn you after all.

You wondered if any of them had developed deeper feelings for Donnie so they hated seeing him with you and you hated the fact that you might be in love with him. Was he husband material? Or were you just having fun?

He hasn’t said what his feelings are toward you either so maybe it was just a fling and that’s why he flirted with other women. There was never talk of being exclusive and Donnie did seem like the guy you used as a fling between boyfriends rather than being an actual boyfriend.

He seemed to really like you too though.

“You haven’t run screamin’ for the hills yet but I’m not exactly the kinda guy you bring home to meet mom, ya know? The things Transigen has asked me to do…you don’t know the half of it, sweetheart. But I have to be a strong leader and I relay the orders I get to the Reavers. I can’t appear weak. I’m just not a good guy. I promise you, I do my best not to hurt them when I bring them back after they run.” He told you.

“I know the kind of work you do. I tell myself that ‘it’s just his job, it’s not all that he is’. You’re not a bad guy, Donnie.” You told him.

It scared you to think of telling him how you actually felt about him. He said he was surprised that you didn’t even flinch a little when he touched his mechanical hand to your skin. It was something that he was always a little ashamed of and it surprised you that he actually shared that with you.

“I’m not whole, darlin’.” He had said.

You had touched his mechanical hand, held it in yours and told him that it was just a part of him. It didn’t make him any less of a person in your eyes but he worried. He worried about hurting you, if he gripped your skin too tightly there wasn’t any sensation in his hand so he didn’t know how much pressure he was applying.

“I know you’d never hurt me, Donnie. You never have.” You had said.

But that was a lie.

True, he had never hurt you physically but emotionally, it hurt to watch him flirt with other women though and more than you cared to admit to. It wasn’t necessarily jealousy, it was just humiliating.

And it all boiled over one night when you met him out for dinner and drinks at your favorite local bar. Earlier on the phone, he said he was having a rough day and that he just wanted to relax with dinner and drinks with “his girl.”

As you stepped into the crowded bar, you scanned the crowd for Donnie and found him sitting at a low table in the dimly lit bar area. A wide smile stretched across your lips as you got closer to him but that smile disappeared when you saw the beautiful blonde in a short tight dress sitting across from him.

“There she is. Hey baby.” He waved and turned to the blonde and said, “you’re in her seat, darlin’.”

Your cheeks flamed with anger and your tightly clenched fists rested at your sides with your knuckles showing white.

You couldn’t take it anymore.

“Ya know what? I’ll go. You can have dinner with “legs” here.” You said, turning on your heels and heading for the door.

You heard him call out after you.

“Baby wait! Y/N!”

Suddenly, you felt cold hard metal wrap around your wrist and then your body was being pulled into the coat closet.

“Let go of me, Donnie…NOW!” You yelled.

He shook his head and pressed his lips together in a straight line before saying, “No, I’m not letting go until you tell me what the hell that was all about, sweetheart.”

He gazed down at you with his sky blue eyes, standing close enough to you that you were sharing the same air and because he was holding onto you with his mechanical arm, he couldn’t feel how hot your skin was from the pent up anger you’ve been holding on to for awhile now.

“I don’t like lookin’ like a fool, Donald! How do you think that makes me feel when you flirt with other women like that? And that’s not the first time!” You said, sternly.

Still holding onto your wrist, he replied, “They flirt with me, baby. I don’t wanna be rude. Are ya jealous?” He asked calmly.

“I’m not jealous, I’m embarrassed and I am mad at you and I hate myself for it because it’s not like we’ve ever talked about being exclusive or anything, so I know I don’t really have any right to be angry or jealous but...” You said trailing off with tears burning the back of your eyes and turning away from him so he wouldn’t see the tears that were about to spill over and streak down your cheeks.

He let go of your wrist and with his other hand turned your head toward him and tilted your chin up so you were looking into his eyes.

“Baby, I don’t want you to feel that way. Why would you say that you hate yourself?” He asked.

You inhaled sharply before letting out a long exhale.

“Because…I’ve fallen for you, Donnie.” You whispered. “And I’m afraid you don’t feel the same way because of the way you are always flirting with other women in front of me.”

Your tears had spilled over.

“Well, number one that’s no reason to hate yourself, I am pretty easy to fall for. It’s the accent isn’t it.” He said with a smug smile on his face as you rolled your eyes. But his tone changed as he said, “I really don’t mean to flirt back, I am just tryin’ be polite, darlin’ but I’ll do better because…I’ve fallen for you too, Y/N.” He said, brushing the tear away from your cheek.

Shaking his head, he said. “I don’t hear the L-word very often. But that is what you meant, right?”

You snaked your arms around his neck and gave him a warm smile.

“Yes Donnie, that’s what I meant.” You said and gently pressed your lips to his. “I do love you, ya know when you’re not sitting with hot blondes in tight dresses.”

He let out a little laugh.

“Your ass is the only one I wanna look at in a short tight dress. I love you, sweetheart.” He said.

You pulled him into a tight embrace and Donald winced in pain.

“Easy darlin’, I got shot today.” He said with a slightly wicked smile.

Your mouth dropped as you lifted his shirt and saw the bloody bandage on his oblique but it didn’t look bad.

“Is this what you meant earlier when you said you had a ‘bad day!!?’” You asked with concern in your voice.

He captured your lips again, his were warm and firm as his tongue parted your lips to tangle with yours. The bristles of his beard lightly tickled your cheeks, causing you to giggle. His mechanical hand gripped your waist tightly, pulling you flush with him while his other hand tangled in your hair.

He winked and gave you a sly smile, showing off his gold tooth. “It’s just a flesh wound, baby. C’mon, I’ll tell ya all about it over dinner.”

Tagging: @munsonownsmyass @ilovewhiteroses (I know you ladies love Boyd also) feel free to ignore 🤣

#ericca’s 400 follower celebration #lovely friend Dax #donald pierce #donald pierce x reader #logan 2017

[myhockeyworld87]

Let’s Play Pretend - Matthew Tkachuk - Part 6 (Finale)

Word Count: 15,888

Warnings: Language, Smut, NSFW

Notes: Ugh! Here it is the final installment of this series. It’s bittersweet for me. I’ve enjoyed writing this story so much and it seems like you guys have enjoyed reading it as well. I know it was a bit of a wait but you got an extra 5K words out of it...haha. With that, the last time we saw these two they’d done the deed, but hadn’t faced the aftermath of it all. So here we go! Hope I don’t disappoint you guys with this ending. 

As always I hope you guys enjoy this. If you do, hit me with some feedback. It’s always welcome. Happy Reading!!!

Let’s Play Pretend Masterlist

Matthew was still in a bit of a haze as he drove to the practice arena for his meeting with Treliving. This was nothing like how he saw his morning going. He wanted to lay in bed and just profess his love for you, tell you how he's had these feelings for you forever, and that he was tired of playing pretend and wanted to make your relationship a real one. In his head, you'd admit that you'd loved him just as much and that you couldn't think of anything better in life than being his fiancé for real. But as much as he wanted the scenario that kept playing in his head to happen, his heart wasn't as sure that would be how things would go. He'd never once imagined Johnny knocking on his door looking for him.

That reminded him he needed to call his family. He punched the button on the car phone. "So you're alive," his dad answered.

"Ha, ha," Matthew sarcastically laughed back. "You knew I was fine."

"Did we? I mean you went radio silent after that text I sent you. I know it had to be a lot, finding out Brady got the captaincy and then the trade rumor. I hope you didn't take anything out on (Y/N)." Oh, he'd taken a few things out on her but not in the way his dad thought. "That girl has done everything for you, you know…"

"I know dad," Matthew cut off his father before he could reprimand him further. "She's the best thing that ever happened to me."

"Well, I'm glad you can finally see that."

"I can, dad. I think I've always known it deep down, but this…this whole situation has brought everything to life." Matthew paused wondering if he should tell his dad everything. Keith had always been his biggest supporter, next to his mom and he knew after his talk with him a few days ago, that his dad knew his true feelings. "I love her dad. Like love her, love her, and I can't see my life without her."

"So why haven't you told her that?" His father prompted.

"I planned on doing it this morning but I got derailed with a meeting with Treliving." Matthew sighed not happy with the situation but there was nothing that could be done. "As soon as I get back home, I plan on sitting down with (Y/N) and putting it all out there."

"I think that's a step in the right direction, Matthew, for both of you. Just be honest with her and follow your heart."

"Thanks, dad. I plan on it." Matthew meant exactly that. He was going to put everything out there and hope to god that you felt the same way as he did. "Well, I'm at the arena. I'll call ya tomorrow and let you know how everything went."

"Good luck, just know that your mom and I are rooting for you."

Matt hung up the phone and headed into the rink. He took a deep breath ready for whatever Treliving was going to tell him. At this point, he knew that the Eichel thing was nothing but a rumor, but that didn't mean that the team wasn't still trying to be rid of him. Just because this trade didn't work out, didn't mean that another wasn't in the works. All Matthew knew was that whatever was said in this meeting today, he would be able to handle it, because he had you.

He lifted his hand and knocked on the door, only walking in when he heard Treliving call out for him to enter. "Matthew, so glad you could make it in this morning." Matt sat down across from the GM, crossing his ankle over his knee to keep from bouncing his legs up and down. "I wanted to have a conversation with you and address what happened last evening."

"Ok."

Treliving steepled his fingers together, resting his elbows on the desk before he continued. "So...we were approached by Buffalo about trade with Eichel." Matt's heart sank more than he thought it would. It hurt knowing that his team, the one that he considered family, wanted to trade him. In the back of his mind, he kept hearing your voice, telling him that the two of you could make the best of any situation. And he knew he could, as long as you were by his side. "You should know, we never truly entertained the idea at all."

"Wait, what?"

"Matthew, you're a valuable part of this team, and despite what happened in preseason, we feel that you're the future of the Flames." Matthew breathed out a sigh of relief at Treliving's words. "Coach Sutter and I talked and we both feel there's no reason to wait. We'd like to offer you the captaincy now."

"Oh, wow." Matthew didn't know what to say. The entire summer this was the moment he'd been waiting for. He'd wanted it so much that he'd conned you into being his fake fiancé, but now that the moment was here, he was having mixed feelings. He was both shocked and surprised at himself at what came out of his mouth. "While I'm truly honored, like more than you'll ever know. I'm not sure that's what's best for the team right now." Treliving seemed taken back. "We've really been gelling as a team and I can see so much potential in this group to go all the way. I'm not saying that it has anything to do with us not having a captain at the moment or not, but I think disrupting this environment right now, wouldn't be what's best. I don't want you to get the wrong impression; I do want to be captain of this team. More than anything. Well, maybe not more than anything. But for it to be right, I think we need to wait until the end of the season."

Treliving was quiet. The silence almost beginning to make Matt regret what he said. Maybe he should've accepted it right now, especially after everything that he'd put you through. Matthew was pretty sure that when he told you he'd declined the captaincy, you weren't going to be happy with him, but he would cross that bridge after he told you he loved you. Right now, he had to deal with his GM. "I'm honestly surprised at you, Chucky." The GM using his nickname could be both good and bad. "You've really matured since last season, not only on the ice but in life as well it seems. You putting the team first really tells me, that when next season rolls around, there won't be any hesitation in naming you captain."

"Thank you," Matthew answered. "I appreciate your faith in me and while there's still a lot of work to be done this season; I look forward to being the Flames' new captain next year."

"I'll be proud to name you it as well. You've really stepped up these last few months, taking in your teammates, and being a leader both on and off the ice. Not to mention you getting into fewer fights. I can't help but wonder if all this has to do with your fiancé or something else."

Matthew smiled easily at the mention of you. "I'd like to take a lot of the credit but I think we both know it's been (Y/N). It's cheesy to say this, but she just makes me want to be a better person, you know?"

"I do know." Treliving agreed, rising from his seat, signaling that the meeting was over. Matthew rose as well, shaking the GM's hand. "I'm still going to look for that leadership from you, you know? Even without the C on your chest."

"It'll be there, sir. There's no need to worry about that."

"You know, a year ago I'm not sure I would've believed you, but today…today I have no doubt you'll keep your word." The GM smiled fondly at Matt, as he made his way out the door. "Give (Y/N) my best."

"I will. I'll see you tonight at the game." Matthew left the office feeling much better than when he walked in, at least as far as his career was concerned. His heart was a whole other matter. Morning skate was in an hour, so he text you saying he'd be staying at the arena until after practice. He didn't want to drive home only to have fifteen minutes to tell you that he loves you and then have to walk back out the door. You deserved so much better than that.

Once Matthew left, you looked around the house and knew you had to do something. Your bra hanging off the banister was not a look that would make it into architectural digest. Then there were the dirty dishes from last night's meal that were still on the table. You were pretty sure you weren't going to be able to get the layer of crust off them and would probably have to run them through the dishwasher twice to get them clean. It was definitely a mess you didn't want to leave for the housekeeper.

It took you close to an hour to clean up the downstairs before you followed the trail of clothes to the bedroom. The sheets were a rumpled mess, which only sent memories of last night flooding back. The way Matthew touched you, made you feel, and the look in his eyes, made you hot and bothered all over again. Last night had been everything you dreamed of and so much more. You'd fantasized about being with him so many times, but the reality was so much better than anything you'd conjured up in your head. Matthew had been both rough and gentle at the same time, everything that you'd ever wanted in a lover, and god if you didn't want to experience that all over again.

"UGH," you screamed out to the empty void of the room. If you let your mind keep wandering back to last night, you'd be in serious trouble. You grabbed the duvet and ripped it off the bed, then pulled the pillows out of their cases. As you rolled them up, the smell of sex wafted through the air, crumpling your resolve to put the night out of your mind just like you were the sheets.

You strode through the house, trying to imagine how your talk with Matthew was going to go. Matthew felt something for you, you knew that. What it was, you weren't sure. There was a chance, all be it slim, that he loved you, just as much as you loved him. The way he'd kissed you this morning before rushing up the stairs hinted at that, or so you thought. Then again it could've just been lust. When you'd been so rudely interrupted from the cozy haven you and Matt had created this morning, you'd been keenly aware of his hard-on pressing into your body. You were easily ready for round two and you were definitely sure, so was Matthew, which scared you. He could easily walk through the door and say that all he wanted was a simple friend with benefits relationship with you just like he'd suggested a few weeks ago. That option seemed very real in your mind and shook you to the core. Could you do that? You weren't sure if it was even possible to keep your feelings out of the bedroom, as it took everything in your power to not tell Matthew that you loved him last night. To go back to kisses and touches that meant nothing, seemed almost impossible, let alone to have him deep inside you.

In the fifty minutes it took for the wash cycle, you contemplated how you were going to tell Matt that there was no way that being friends with benefits would work. However, during the next hour of the dryer, you talked yourself into it, for not being able to touch Matthew and love him would kill you more. By the time you headed back upstairs to make the bed, you convinced yourself that Matt would walk in, declare the two of you fuck buddies, so to speak, and you were going to be fine with that. You'd just finished pulling up the duvet when you heard him call out your name. "(Y/N)," he yelled as he entered the door, not giving you time to answer before calling out. "Princess, where are you?"

"Upstairs," you called back, taking a giant gulp of air before having to face the man you loved. Matt walked through the threshold of the bedroom, all damp locks from the shower he'd taken before leaving the arena, and you wanted nothing more than to run your fingers through the unruly curls. You tossed on one of the throw pillows before asking, "How did things go with Treliving?"

"Good, I guess." Matt fidgeted from side to side, as the nerves started to bubble up inside him. The whole ride home he practiced verbatim what he wanted to say to you the moment he walked through the door, but seeing you in the bedroom, next to the bed where he'd made love to you several hours ago, had all those thoughts flying out the window. "I don't think you're going to be happy with me." Matt watched your face as your brows knitted together in concern. "We can talk about it later though." He took a deep breath in, ready for his well-rehearsed speech. "I really think we need to talk about us."

Matt's words stilled your actions. You expected him to tell you what had happened between him and the GM but apparently, he wanted to get right to things between the two of you. "Ok, you were right."

Your words threw Matthew off. "Were?"

"The whole friends with benefits thing. You were absolutely right about it." Matt was stunned, it was written all over his face, but whether that was because you actually agreed with him or that he no longer wanted to be with you that way; you didn't know. You didn't give him time to answer. "It's been so long for both of us and…"

Matt didn't hear anything else you said, as this piercing ringing started in his ears. He couldn't believe you were saying that you just wanted to be fuck buddies with him. Did last night mean nothing to you? It had meant everything to him and he couldn't go back from being so intimate and loving you, to being indifferent. "Stop," he finally shouted more harshly than he intended. His fingers immediately went to his curls, sifting and tugging on the locks as if he could make his brain work and figure out what to say. None of this was going how he intended. "Jesus, (Y/N)," he finally breathed out. "I don't want to be your damn friend with benefits."

Your heart stopped beating. Hearing Matthew say the words out loud, made bile rise to the back of your throat. It was your greatest fear, not being enough for him, and now you wanted to run into the ensuite and empty the contents of your stomach. Instead, you stood there, trying to stop your body from violently shaking as he continued to speak.

"I love you," Matt blurted out. Nothing like the way he actually wanted to tell you. "And maybe you don't feel the same way, but damnit I'm tired of pretending I don't."

He loved you.

Matthew Tkachuk loved you.

You were stunned into silence. Partly because you never expected him to be. If you were being honest, you never let yourself imagine he would love you the same as you did him, for fear of getting your heart broken, but now he did, and your heart felt like bursting at the seams.

Matthew waited a full minute for you to say something, but when you didn't his heart started to sink. There was no going back now. He didn't want to take those three little words back anyhow now that they were out; so, he kept going. "I think I've always loved you, (Y/N)." He wanted to pace back and forth in the room but stood still as he continued. Hands still sifting through his curls as he did. "God, when I think back on it, I think I knew back in middle school. I was so damn jealous that Kyle got to kiss you in that play. You remember, what was it called?"

"Snow White," you supplied finally breaking your silence.

Matthew smiled, as he remembered you both as kids. "Yeah, I always wanted to just call it the dwarfs." He chuckled to himself, remembering you all in costumes. "But then the night of the play Kyle got sick and the teacher told me to fill in."

"I remember." And you did, you'd been thrilled and nervous to have Matthew play Prince Charming.

"All my friends were chirping me because we had to kiss and I made a big fuss saying I didn't want to, even though secretly I did." He looked at you as heat flooded his cheeks. "I'd never kissed anyone before and I wanted it to be you, but I didn't know how to handle my friends picking on me. And even though Mrs. Carson told me to that it was just pretending; I knew it was more. The moment my lips touched yours, I knew everything changed between us. I just didn't know how much." Matt chuckled and you joined him as you thought of what happened next. "But then Brady shoved Leo into the bed you were lying on…"

"Sending me flat on my ass."

"And the whole set crashing down." You were both full-on laughing now. "God, we were horrible actors. I guess we've changed a bit as we've gotten older." The thought sobered you both, as it reminded you of your fake engagement. "I think I pushed all those feelings that I had for you, to the back after that. Well, except when Brady told me he loved you." Matt thought back to that moment. "I'd never wanted to throttle my brother so badly. I hated him. He's my brother and I hated him at that moment." Matthew's eyes filled with tears at the memory. "Partly, because he loved you, but mostly because he had the guts to admit his feelings for you, and I didn't." He blew out a frustrated breath. "Fuck, I'm a horrible person."

You reached out and touched his arm, a natural instinct to just comfort him. "No, you're not."

"Maybe not. I was an awful brother at that moment, that's for sure. I'd like to think I've changed since then."

"You have," you reassured him, your hand sliding down to his. His fingers automatically entwined with yours.

"I wish I would've recognized those feelings back then and told you I loved you, instead I lied to you, to Brady, and to myself." Matt looked down at your linked fingers. He wanted so badly to never let you go, to think that he could hold your hand like this forever, but while you'd said a few words since he told you his feelings; you hadn't said a word about how you felt for him. "Maybe if I hadn't, things would be different." He let go of your hand then, all be it reluctantly. "Fuck, (Y/N), the moment you kissed me in this house, everything changed. I couldn't lie to myself about my feelings for you any longer. Every day, while you've been pretending to be my fiancé, is just one day more, I fall deeper in love with you. I know last night was just some meaningless sex to you, but to me…it was so much more."

It was so much more to you as well, and you wanted to tell him that, but Matt didn't give you a chance. "I can't pretend anymore, (Y/N), and I get it, if you don't love me back. I just…well I can't be your fuck toy…when I have all these feelings for you."

"Matty…" you tried to interrupt.

"And I don't know what all this means…" He motioned between the two of you. "For the two of us…like I know we said that we'd stick this out until the end of the season…but I just don't know if I can keep pretending…"

"Matthew!" There was a bit more authority in your voice this time, hoping that it would somehow break through the endless stream of words he kept spewing.  

However, it didn't. "I mean I want us to always be friends…I just don't know if I can do all of this…"

You opted for a different tactic this time. "I LOVE YOU!" you shouted at him. It certainly wasn't how you pictured telling him over the years but at least it stunned him into silence.

"You what?"

"I love you." This time you said it a bit softer, letting words carry more weight. "I've loved you for years, Matty. Like…so many years. But I was just so afraid of losing you, I didn't want to tell you."

"You love me?" He asked and you were pretty sure that he both heard and comprehended what you said even if making you say it one more time.

"Yes, you idiot. I love you." The corners of his mouth picked up in the widest grin and then before you knew what happened, his lips were on yours. It wasn't hard or crushing as when he'd first kissed you last night. This time Matthew was tender, almost reverent in the way his lips glided with yours. His arms slipped around your waist drawing you closer to him, as yours snaked around his neck. Somewhere in a haze, you realized that you were kissing the love of your life and that he loved you in return. You'd dreamt of this so many times but it was nothing compared to the reality. You couldn't breathe and it had nothing to do with one kiss melting into another, but the realization that Matthew loved you. He loved you, just as much as you loved him.

His hands stole down to your ass, where he grasped the globes, lifting you so that you had no choice but to wrap your legs around him. Just like last night, he danced you both over to the bed, only this time he sat, leaving you to straddle him. Only then did he break the kiss. "Say it again?" He asked as his hands roamed all over your body. Knitting your brows together, you pretended as if you didn't quite understand what he was asking. "Don't tease," he huffed.

"I vaguely remember saying something about…you being an idiot."

His fingers deftly moved to your sides where he tickled you mercilessly. The sound of your laughter echoing off the walls. "Say it…Say it or I won't stop."

"Stop," you gasped out, as laughter continued to bubble forth from you. When he didn't relent, you finally heaved, "Iloveyou." It was all one word as you didn't have a full breath in your body. His fingers stopped then, giving you a chance to catch your breath. There was a seriousness in Matt's eyes, one you knew that while he may love this playful side of you, he needed to hear the words spoken with a more sincere note, and you would never deny him that. "I love you, Matthew. I've loved you…" you shook your head. "I think I've loved you my whole life."

He pecked your lips before saying, "God, I've waited forever to hear you say that. I love you so much, (Y/N)."

"Not as much as I love you."

"Oh, princess, we are not playing this game, because you will lose." To think that Matthew loved you even half as much as you did him was still beyond your comprehension. It was overwhelming but in the best way. "But seriously, (Y/N), we should talk for a minute." You blinked hard at Matthew's offhanded comment. It felt like he was taking the wind right out of your sails and leaving you stranded out in open water.

"Ok," you mumbled out weakly.

Matthew saw the wary look in your eye. "It's not bad. It's just…I don't know how to put this…"

The longer Matt took to spit this out the more worried you became.

"I'm saying this all wrong." The last thing Matt wanted to do was make you question everything that had transpired over the last several minutes. "I love you, (Y/N) and what I'm trying to say is. I should've never made you lie to everyone about us." Matthew knew he still wasn't saying what he wanted to. "What I'm trying to say is that I'll tell everyone the truth…tell them that we're not engaged…though I hope you know that's what I want…to really be engaged to you…hell…I want to marry you…but…"

"Matty, stop." You took both your hands and placed them on his cheeks. "I want all that too. I want to be engaged and married and…well…" You didn't want to scare him with talk of kids, so you just continued. "But I can't see telling everyone that we lied now that we're finally together." As soon as those final four words left your mouth, you wanted to take them back. "I mean I don't know if we are together, it's just..well…"

"Oh, we're together." Matthew wanted to make sure there wasn't a doubt in your mind about that. "There's no way that I'm letting you go, not now, not ever."

Well, that definitely brought a smile to your face. "Then I can't see changing things now, as I don't plan on giving you up either. Besides, I'm still on shaky ground with the publishing company after the whole Mason fiasco…"

"Please never mention that man's name again."

Matthew's grip had tightened on your ass until it was almost biting. You leaned in and pecked his lips. "Deal." His fingers eased a bit. "Anyhow, I really don't want all my readers finding out that I lied about being engaged to you."

Matt tipped his head back and closed his eyes as frustration with himself set back in. "I'm so sorry, princess, for not taking your life into consideration when I asked you to do this."

"Hey," you cupped his cheek when he didn't immediately look at you. "Hey look at me. That's in the past, and we are moving towards the future. So, no more apologizing. Got me?"

"Got you," he answered with a smile. "Have I told you how much I love you?"

"Hmmm," you pretended to contemplate it. "Not in the last three minutes."

"I guess I need to rectify that." Matthew flipped you over on your back before you could even think about what he just said. "In fact, I think I should show you how much I do." His body loomed over yours, making your heart beat faster. Your arms looped around his neck as his lips came down on yours. His hips gently rocked into your clothed core telling you exactly what he had planned.

"Whoa," you told him gently backing away from the kiss. Matt gazed down at you curious as to why you put the brakes on something he knew you both wanted. "You have a game tonight."

"Yeah, so?"

"Well, shouldn't you be napping?"

"I plan on it. Right after I make love to you."

You giggled, one of those silly schoolgirl ones, at the mention of making love. Even though it was something you'd dreamed of since high school. "What is so funny? I swear I tell you I love you and you've done nothing but laugh since."

Matt seemed only mildly miffed, and you assumed that was more because you were distracting him from his true purpose, which was getting you out of your clothes. "It's just…I never thought this would all happen…yet here we are talking about…" You made a goofy face before saying, "making love. It reminds me of when we were twelve and had just got 'the talk'."

"When I was twelve, I had no idea what I was talking about let alone how to do any of it." Matthew ground his hips into you then, making you gasp. "I've definitely learned a thing or two since then."

"Oh yeah?"

"Mmm, most definitely. Now I'd love to show my girlfriend a thing or two I've learned. If she would quit giggling. It's deflating my ego."

You knew Matt was only half kidding, but still, you sobered. Hands trailing down his chest to the hem of his shirt, you bunched up the fabric to lift it over his head. "Then by all means show me." You rid him of the garment in mere seconds, then Matthew's lips found yours once again. His tongue exploring you as though he'd never kissed you before; searching and reaching into your soul so that you had no choice but to give him your whole heart in just that kiss alone. You were lost in him, as your hands roamed up and down his bare chest, but you wanted more. It was that thought that spurred you on, as you shimmied his sweats down over his hips. You could only get them as far as his knees, to go further would mean your lips would have to leave his, and you weren't ready for that.

Matthew felt the same urgency that you did. His hands slid under your shirt where he was relieved to find you not wearing a bra. It gave direct access to your breasts. His hands were on them in seconds, tweaking and kneading them, until your nipples were turret little peaks. When he couldn't stand it any longer, he broke the kiss to peel off your top and throw it across the room. Only then did he let his mouth travel down your neck and over your collarbone to your soft and supple breasts. God how he loved them. Over the years, you teased him so many times walking around in a flimsy piece of material you called a bikini.  He'd nearly come undone seeing you each summer, just wondering what it would be like to see what was underneath it. Now, it was all his. You were his. And Matthew planned on keeping it that way for the rest of your lives.

His mouth found your nipple, where he suckled it to a rock-hard pebble that had you moaning out his name. All the while his hands moved south, seeking out your core. A place he knew where heaven existed as he'd been there last night. He stripped your leggings off first. Once they were gone, his mouth traveled down over your stomach, dropping loving kisses as he went. He finally stopped when he reached the thin scrap of material that covered what he wanted. Looking up, he captured your gaze. Saw the heat and desire that you had for him there. He gently nipped the fabric dragging it down between his teeth to uncover you, while his fingers hooked around the elastic sides. He releases the lace from his teeth and in one swift motion tore the panties from your body.

You gasped as cool air hit your pussy, but then Matthew's mouth was back. Hands gently nudging your legs further apart to accommodate him. He rained kisses along your inner thigh. By the time he reached the juncture of your legs, you were trembling with need. He blew out a warm breath, making you shiver before two fingers spread you wide. Flattening his tongue, he licked a long stripe between your folds. "Oh God, Matty," you panted out while Matthew smiled against your core.

"So, fucking sweet," Matt groaned out, for he had been dreaming of this moment for so long. Last night had been so heated and rushed that he hadn't taken the time to worship your body like he truly wanted. He planned on making up for that now. He dove back into your pussy, tongue lapping at you, tasting your essence.

Your hands fisted into the duvet as Matthew's tongue worked his magic on you. It was too much when he flicked it back and forth over your clit. Hips bucking upward into his mouth, he had no choice but to sling an arm across you to keep you from squirming. His onslaught didn't stop as he sucked hard on the little nub and you moaned out with pleasure. Your right hand sifted through his curls, partly holding him there to continue and part almost pushing him away. Matt reveled in it all. Your soft moans spurred him on until he had no choice but to sink two fingers deep inside you.

"Matty, please," you begged writhing underneath him.

He didn't relent though. Fingers still thrusting in and out of you, while he worked your swollen clit. You could feel that familiar tingle start in your belly. That little flutter that told you your orgasm was working its way through your body. Then Matthew hit that spot, that sent you spiraling out of control. You swore you saw stars as your orgasm hit, and you tugged on his hair bringing him a bit closer to your core.

Matthew worked you through your orgasm, continuing to suck on your clit, as a rush of wetness soaked his fingers. He felt like a fucking god, making you cum so hard. It was a rush and he wanted to do it again and again. Glancing up at you, he saw pure ecstasy written all over your face. He couldn't stop himself as he lapped at your clit again.

"Matty," you whined out. "It's too much." You were way too sensitive to go again at the moment. Besides you wanted to return the favor.

Matthew arched his eyebrow at you. He knew you could take more, but didn't want to push you, as he wanted to sink his cock deep inside you and make you cum again. He slithered his way up your body until your hand caressed his cheek bringing his lips to yours. He melted into the kiss, drinking you in. It was then you took the opportunity to turn the tables on him; flipping him on his back.

It didn't take you long to shuck Matthew's sweats and briefs off him. Last night, you hadn't got the chance to really appreciate him like you wanted to. He was rock hard now. The length of him straining up to his abs. You licked your lips and heard Matthew groan in anticipation. Raking your nails on the inside of his thighs, you let your tongue slip out to lick the precum off the tip. "Fuck," Matt hissed out, letting his hands tangle in your locks. Your lips sunk over engulfing the tip, then slipped down more to take almost every inch of him. What you couldn't fit, you fisted your hand around and started to pump. You hollowed out your cheeks and bobbed your head, as you took his cock in and out of your mouth.

"Your mouth is magical, princess," Matthew moaned out. His fingers gathered your hair so he could watch you work; a sight that almost sent him over the edge. He felt his cock hit the back of your throat and his eyes rolled back in his head. You were going to kill him but in the best possible way. When you cupped his balls, he knew he was done for, and he pulled you off of him before he exploded in your mouth. You looked up at Matt under hooded lashes, questioning why he'd stopped you. "Princess, I need to be inside you now."

His comment made you chucked and you relished the power you had over him at that moment. Slinking your way back up, you straddled Matthew. His cock just a hairsbreadth from your cunt. "I wanna ride you, Matty."

The corner of Matt's lips picked up in a smirk. "By all means Princess. Have at it."

You pumped his cock, before positioning it at your entrance, then started to sink down. His girth stretched you, making you feel so full, and you closed your eyes enjoying every second of it. "Look at me, Princess." Your eyes snapped open at Matthew's command, connecting with his instantly. There was awe and that sense of wonder there, but so much love it made your heart want to burst. You could only hope that yours reflected the same, as you bottomed out on him.

Leaning down, you kissed him so passionately there could be no doubt that you loved him; that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him and him alone. His hand went to your hip, urging you to move. You started to rock against him; his cock slipping in and out of you with ease from how wet you were. Breaking the kiss, you sat back up, resting your hands on his chest so you could ride him easily. His hands skated up your abs to cup your breasts where he tweaked and pinched your nipples. The action encouraging you to ride him faster. "You're so fucking beautiful," Matt breathed out. Swiveling your hips, he gasped as you sent him hurtling towards the edge. You knew he was close, had been since your lips were on his cock. He wouldn't last much longer, and that was fine with you, but knowing Matt he'd hold off until you were hanging off that precipice as well. You deftly moved your fingers to your clit, which was still sensitive from your previous orgasm, and rubbed small circles there. "So, fucking hot," he panted. His words combined with just that small touch pushed you over the cliff and you came hard.

"Fuck," Matt screamed as your pussy clenched around his cock. He grabbed your hips, thrusting wildly into them until his own orgasm overtook him. Hot spurts of cum filled you and you loved every second of it. When you finally came down from your high, you collapsed onto Matt. Both of you breathing heavily from your lovemaking. "I love you," Matthew finally whispered as his hand ran up and down your spine.

Leaning up on your elbows, you looked directly into his eyes. "I love you too." He pecked your lips before his head fell back against the mattress. You could tell he was exhausted, and in a few hours, he needed to be at the arena ready to play. In an attempt to let him rest, you made a move to roll off him.

"Where are you going?"

"You have a game, in a few hours and need to sleep." His arms locked around your back pinning you to him so that you couldn't move.

"I can sleep just like this." Matt had no intention of letting you go.

"Matty," you protested.

"Fine." He rolled you both onto your side. "Better?" You hummed in acquiesce for you knew he wasn't going to relinquish you further.

"You never did tell me what happened with Treliving?"

Matthew huffed. Of course, you wouldn't forget about the meeting he had earlier with the GM. "I thought you wanted me to sleep." You simply raised an eyebrow at him. "Fine," he sighed as his cock finally slipped out of you. He felt the loss as much as you did. It was almost as if he was distancing himself from you in preparation for what he had to tell you next. "It went pretty well. Apparently, Buffalo did make that offer." Your eyes widen at that statement, so he quickly rushed to the next part. "Though they never entertained it at all."

"Well, that's good news, Matty."

"It is. It's this next part I know you're not going to like." Matt took a breath steeling himself for what he was about to say. "They offered me the captaincy."

You jumped up on your elbow, so excited for Matt. "Oh my god, that's amazing. It's…"

"I turned it down."

"What?"

Matthew inwardly cringed. He'd put you through utter hell, made you lie to your family and friends, and all for what? So that he could turn down what he so badly wanted. It was a dick move and he knew it. He sat up in bed then, the sheet dropping down to his waist. "I turned it down, (Y/N)."

"But I don't understand. Isn't this what you always wanted?" You scooted up to rest against the headboard with him, only bringing the sheet with you to cover you. It acted almost as a shield for anything more he might say.

"It is…or it was." Matt shook himself. "I still want it, don't get me wrong. It's just…like I told Treliving…the team is in a good place right now and I think we need to put them first. I don't want to disrupt the chemistry we've got going on right now. And I know this was like one of the main reasons I asked you to fake this whole engagement with me…but I guess things changed. That's not right. You've changed me." Matthew shook his head in disbelief at the whole situation. "When that video came out, I thought my world ended, but you told me things would be alright and they were…but only because of you. You've always put me first (Y/N) and it's time I started doing that as well. I hope you don't hate me for this." Matthew was breathing heavily after his little speech. He'd literally just told you that he loved then made love to you and the last thing he wanted was for you to tell him that you hated him for putting you through all this hell for nothing.

You were quiet letting everything that Matt said sink in. Had this happened a few months ago, you would've been fuming, but everything was different now. "I'm proud of you," you told him with a smile on your face, before leaning over and pecking his lips.

Matt was stunned, to put it mildly. He'd expected you to yell or scream at the very least, not a sweet kiss to the lips with even sweeter words. "Really?"

"Yes, really." A small chuckle escaped your lips at his expression of disbelief. "It takes a lot to put everyone else's needs above what you really want."

"Well, I haven't really done that where we've been concerned, but I promise I'm going to." Matthew took a deep breath, he'd thought about this next part a lot ever since last night. "I acted like a spoiled brat last night when I heard about that trade rumor." You went to stop him but he held up a hand to keep your words at bay. "I mean I can't regret it too much considering how everything ended up, but I should've handled it better. I wasn't thinking about us." You cocked your head to the side not understanding his meaning. "You were right. Buffalo could've been good for both of us. It's a lot asking you to travel to New York all the time for work and I never thought about that…not last night or this summer. But I'm thinking about it now. I can ask for a trade either now, or when my contract's up, whatever you want. I can try and stipulate that it's in the Metro though Carolina would have to be out, but every other city would work. If I'm lucky it would be in NYC but Philly or…"

"Matthew stop!" You'd try to catch his attention when he'd first said the word trade, but when started naming cities you couldn't take it any longer. "I don't want to move." Because really you didn't. "I mean I would, if we had to, but Calgary is home. This place," you gestured to the bedroom. "Is home."

"No, (Y/N). It's not." You looked over at him, eyes wide and brimming with tears because in these two short months it had felt like this new chapter had begun. One that solely was about the two of you and the start of your life together, even if it had been pretend most of the time. "Home is anywhere you are."

"Oh, Matty." This time you couldn't keep the tears from flowing, but you quickly swiped them away, as he gathered you in his arms.

"I love you, (Y/N)."

"I love you too, but I don't want to move to New York."

"But that's all you talked about earlier this summer."

"I only wanted to go there because I couldn't be with you." Matthew gazed down at you in disbelief. "I thought you were moving on with your life. That you'd find some girl to move into your new fancy home and end up getting married. And I couldn't just stay in St. Louis and watch it all happen."

"Funny," Matthew lightly chuckled. "I did find a girl for all that and she's right here with me." His lips found yours once again, it was as if the floodgates that had been holding back all the emotions you both had for each other had finally been unlocked and now you couldn't seem to stop kissing and touching each other. "And in case you didn't get the memo, I'm not letting you go."

"Good, because I don't plan on leaving. So, no asking for a trade."

"I'll agree to that, as long as if there ever comes a time that you feel we should move; you tell me."

"Promise," you answered. "Now, time for a nap. You've got a big game tonight, and I've got dinner with the girls."

Matthew picked at the sheet which covered your breasts. "I was thinking more about round two."

You lightly shoved him away. "Bring home a win and I'll think about it."

"Think about it?" He pulled back the sheet, while at the same time hauled his body over top of yours. "Still wanna think about it?"

"Matty," you giggled but then let out a moan when his lips connected with the hollow of your neck. Hands gliding up to his shoulders, you went to push him away only they slid around clutching him and drawing him nearer. "Nap." The mumbled word was said in hopes to remind you both that he should be resting for the game.

"I'm good, princess. I feel like I could score a million goals at the moment." How could you argue with him when everything he was doing was setting your body on fire. Giving in was a whole lot easier and something you both wanted.

It was at least an hour later before you were both sleeping. But true to his word Matt scored a goal and had three assists against the Rangers. He tried to convince you that it should be your new pregame ritual, but you weren't having any part in his superstitions.

It would've been a lie to say that it didn't happen again over the next couple of months, as your new relationship progressed. Life with Matthew was absolutely blissful. The two of you were inseparable. Well unless he was on a road trip. You'd dreamed for years of a life with Matthew and now that you had it; it was everything that you thought it would be and so much more.

"You're really good with him," Sarah commented offhandedly.

"Nah, he's just a good boy. Aren't you Benny?" You asked the baby as you swayed him back and forth on your hip while making silly noises at him. Benny giggled and laughed like he always did.

"He has his moments, let me tell you." The two of you were waiting for Matthew and Erik to leave the arena and head home for the night. The Flames had one more away game before the All-Star break. Unfortunately, Matthew hadn't been selected to attend this year, but Brady had. With the last game being in St. Louis, you were flying with the team to spend a few days at home before the entire family headed out to Las Vegas to watch Brady. "Have you and Chucky talked about having one anytime soon?" Sarah's question not only shook you out of your thoughts but caught you off guard.

"No, not yet. We still haven't come up with a date for the wedding." Although Matthew kept insisting he'd marry you tomorrow if you'd let him. The whole thing still felt like somewhat of a dream to you. You no longer felt uncomfortable wearing his grandmother's ring, as you knew that one day, you and Matt would be man and wife. When that day would be, you weren't entirely sure. For now, you were just basking in the glow of each other's love.

"Well, I'd start thinking about it," Sarah said reaching over to take Benny from your arms. "Because the look on his face tells me he's taking you home to try and get one tonight." Matthew did have a stupid grin on his face as he stood in the locker room doorway gazing at you with Benny. "Have fun tonight, you two." Sarah winked as she walked off with Benny and Erik.

Matthew came up, grabbed your waist, and then kissed you soundly, before saying, "You know you looked pretty good holding Benny Bear a few minutes ago."

"Oh no, we're not ready for that yet Tkachuk."

He twirled you to the side, then picked up his bag and the two of you headed out. "Soon though, don't ya think?"

You waited until you were in the car before you answered. "We just started really dating a couple months ago. You can't seriously be thinking about babies."

"Why not? And it's been more than a couple months. We've been engaged since what…June?"

"Fake engaged since then," you corrected him.

"Was it though?" He shrugged nonchalantly as he started the car, putting it in drive and pulling away. "I like to think of it as sort of our pre-engagement."

You'd watched the game pretty closely tonight, though there were a few times that Benny stole your attention, but you hadn't seen him hit his head or anything. "That's not even a thing."

He arched an eyebrow at you. "It can be our thing." A simple eye roll was your answer. Leave it to Matthew to make his own rules. "I'm just saying…we're going to make beautiful babies."

The flutter that went through your belly at Matthew's words shouldn't be as thrilling as it was. You could picture it now, Matty holding your little baby making silly faces and cooing noises; it sent your ovaries into overdrive. "Fine. You're not wrong."

"Does that mean…"

"No! It does not. We are going home and packing. We leave for St. Louis in the morning and neither one of us is packed." He'd been keeping you busy in the bedroom in other ways than getting stuff ready for the trip. "Besides, I think everyone would appreciate it if we got married first before we started popping out kids."

"Pfft…You know both our parents would be ecstatic if we told them they were going to be grandparents." Ugh, he was so right. You could already see them in the baby aisle at Target buying one of everything. Thankfully, you were saved from answering as you pulled into the driveway, and while you did give in to your desire for Matthew; it was only after you had packed for St. Louis and Vegas.

Matthew had arranged for you to fly with the team, though your parents were going to pick you up at the airport. Racing around in the morning, you jumped in the shower before Matthew, hoping to give yourself some extra time to pack all your toiletries. You'd just finished dressing when you went to put back on your engagement ring that you slipped off before your shower, only it wasn't there. Bending down, you checked the floor of the bathroom yet still didn't find it. You always placed it in the ring holder you had on the bathroom counter, but it wasn't there. Running into the bedroom, you checked your nightstand but again it was empty. The toiletry bag was next, for it must have slipped in there when you were packing everything up. Again, you came up empty.

You were on your hands and knees when Matthew walked into the bedroom from his shower. "What are you doing?"

Halfway under the bed, phone flashlight on, you found all kinds of things, including several condom wrappers that Matthew hadn't thrown away in the last couple of weeks, but not your engagement ring. "I'm looking for something." You weren't ready to admit that you couldn't find the one thing that would literally crush Matthew.

You could hear him pad across the floor, then suddenly his head was under the bed on the other side. "Looking for something?" You banged your head as he startled you. Matthew for his part looked a tad guilty that he'd inadvertently hurt you. You crawled out from under the bed, hand rubbing where you'd hit, as tears started to rain down your face. Matt was over by you before you could wipe them away. "Princess, are you hurt? I didn't mean…"

"It's not my head…" you hiccupped as a sob attempted to escape. "I lost…I lost…" It felt as if you said the words it would be real and you didn't want that at all, but still, he deserved the truth. "Oh, Matty…I lost the ring." There was a slight look of confusion on his face, telling you he didn't quite understand. "Your grandmother's ring. I can't find it."

"What do you mean you can't find it?"

God, you loved him, but sometimes you just wanted to shake him. "I took it off to shower like I always do. I swore I put on the little dish I have, but it's not there. I've looked everywhere."

"I'm sure it's around here somewhere. Let me help you look." He went back into the bathroom and you followed him. Eyes searching with every step you took.

You tried to play it in your mind, if it had fallen on the floor, it could've easily rolled somewhere there. Dropping down to your knees, you crawled around looking for the diamond. It wasn't small by any means and should be easy to see. From the corner of your eye, you saw Matthew searching the sink top. It occurred to you then what might have happened. "What if it went down the drain?"

Matthew peered down the sink, moving his head this way and that. "Let me see the flashlight." You ran back to the bedroom and grabbed your phone, handing it off to Matt the minute you walked back in. Again, he stared down into the drain. "I don't see it, but that doesn't mean it's not down there."

"We need to call a plumber."

"Princess, there isn't time for that. We need to be at the airport…" he checked his watch. "Like now."

"I'm not going."

"What?"

"You heard me, Matty. I'm not going."

"You're being ridiculous, (Y/N)." He was already reaching for you, but you backed away getting ready to head into the bedroom. "We'll call a plumber as soon as we get back. The drain trap probably has it. It's not going to go anywhere."

"The what?"

"The drain trap." He opened the cabinet below the sink. "See how it bends?" You nodded. "There's a little trap in there for when things like this happen. I will call a plumber and have him here the day we get back. I'm sure that's where the ring is."

"This is why I didn't want your grandmother's ring, Matthew. I was afraid something like this would happen."

"Nothing's happened. It's probably stuck in the drain." Matt insisted and you could see him getting frustrated.

"And if it's not?"

"Then we turn a claim in to the insurance company. That's why it's insured."

"But Matty…it's your grandmother's ring. You can't replace that."

He sighed, partly annoyed yet still trying to play it off that it wasn't a big deal, even though you knew it was. "No, you can't," he agreed. "But it's just a ring, (Y/N). When I look at it, it's not like I see my grandmother. I only see our future."

"Oh Matty, that makes it so much worse." He rolled his eyes, the frustration clear now. "You go. I'll call the plumber, as soon as he finds the ring, I'll book a flight and head to St. Louis."

"This is completely ridiculous, (Y/N). You're getting on the team plane with me. It could take days to get a plumber here."

"I can't face your family, knowing I lost the ring."

He hauled you into his chest. "OUR family doesn't want to see the ring. They want to see you." His thumb and index finger lifted your chin as you were tucked into him. "You haven't seen your parents in months. We missed Christmas with our families. You're really going to take a couple days to get a ring that isn't going anywhere, and miss out on everything?"

When he put it like that it didn't make much sense. "No," you mumbled weakly.

"Then go grab your suitcase, and let's get out of here." He leaned down and pecked your lips before tapping your ass and sending you off to the bedroom.

Matthew had you both packed in the car before you could second guess yourself. He ushered you onto the plane, seating you beside himself for the flight. His arms wrapped around your shoulders and drew you close to his body as the plane took off. You felt sick to your stomach the longer you sat there. How on earth were you going to face Keith and Chantal? Especially after all that Keith had done for you with the Mason situation. While Keith hadn't been able to get Mason fired, he had brought Mason's action to the attention of those higher up. In the end, Mason had shot himself in the foot as others reported similar actions. He was fired from the publishing house, and last you heard was having trouble finding a job. While you hated to see anyone down on their luck, Mason had only gotten what he deserved.

It seemed like a slap in the face to Matthew's family that you'd lost a family heirloom. The thought made you half sick. So, when the fasten seatbelt sign came off, you quickly undid the belt. "I'll be back." You rushed out of the seat and headed back to the bathroom.

"Everything ok with (Y/N)?" Hanny asked Matt.

"She thinks her engagement ring fell down the sink this morning and we didn't have time to get it before we left." Noah's eyes widen but other than that he didn't say anything. "She's afraid to face my family since the ring was my gram's."

"Guess that explains why she looked like she was going to toss up her breakfast."

"She's worried over nothing. My parents aren't going to say a word."

"Yeah, Big Walt wouldn't have a mean bone in his body for (Y/N). Not to mention your mom thinks the world of her."

"Exactly." Matthew agreed with Hanny. "They're just happy that we're happy."

"Hey Chucky," Markstrom said startling his friend as his hand came down on his shoulder. "You might wanna check on (Y/N). I was back getting coffee and…well she doesn't sound ok back there."

Matthew was out of his seat in a flash and headed back to the lavatory. His initial thoughts were that you were back there crying and expected to hear you sobbing, instead, all he heard was you heaving the contents of your stomach into the disgustingly gross airplane toilet. He rapped on the door. "Princess, are you ok?" He heard you heave again before you muffled out a 'yeah.' Guilt got the best of him and he started rethinking his decision to basically force you to come. "Can you let me in?"

The lock to the door slid to open, and Matthew made his way into the small space, barely able to close the door behind him. "Babe, are you really making yourself sick over this?" You stood there catching your breath as he rubbed small circles on your back.

"I don't know…maybe."

"(Y/N), this is silly. It's just a material object." He continued to caress your skin, the action making you feel better, as you leaned back against him. "We'll get it as soon as we get home. I already called the plumber and I'm sure when they call back, we'll get everything set up."

He was right. The ring would still be stuck in the drain when you got back to Calgary. Taking another deep breath, you felt somewhat better but your stomach was still queasy. "I know you're right. I'm sorry."

"It's ok, princess. I just don't like seeing you work yourself up like this."

"I just can't believe I was so stupid and knocked it into the sink."

"Accidents happen. Do you feel like you can go back and sit down, or is your stomach still upset?"

"It settling a bit. I probably should've eaten something this morning." You'd totally skipped breakfast in your search for the ring and had a feeling that wasn't helping the uneasy fluttering going through you at the moment.

"Let's get you some toast and tea or something." Once you were back in your seat, Matthew brought you some toast and a hot cup of tea. Of course, Hanny and Markstrom gave you a sympathetic look as you went to sit back down, which didn't make your stomach feel any better. You'd be glad to get off the plane and get seeing both your and Matthew's parents over with. Hopefully, once they knew what had happened your stomach would go back to normal.

The plan was that your parents would pick you up at the airport and you would head over to Keith and Chantal's, while Matthew checked in to the hotel with the team. You planned on staying tonight with your parents but Matthew insisted that your other nights would be spent with him. He even went as far as to say that he'd get a hotel for the two of you to stay at if you weren't comfortable staying at his parents. Little did he know that while you agreed to stay at Keith and Chantal's, there would be no hanky panky going on in his childhood bedroom. The last thing you needed was to disrespect his parents more by having sex in their house.

How your parents didn't notice your missing ring within the first five minutes of seeing them, you had no idea, but you were able to make it all the way to the Tkachuk house without either of them saying a word. The minute you walked in the door, Chantal enveloped you in a hug and you felt your stomach churn again. You had to take a deep breath to not lose the toast you ate earlier. Keith came over the moment that Chantal let you go and you couldn't stop the dam of tears you'd held at bay.

"Hey kiddo, we're happy to see you too," Keith told you as he grabbed you in a hug, mistaking your tears for happy ones.

As soon as you got yourself under control, you pulled back from the hug. "It's not that…though I do miss you all…" You swiped at the tears that rolled down your cheeks. "I lost the ring," you finally blurted out. "I'm so sorry. I think it fell down the sink and…" you were full-on crying now, hiccups and all. "I feel horrible…I wanted to stay in Calgary…"

"Oh honey," Chantal was the first one at your side. "It's fine. It's just a piece of jewelry." She hugged your tight, running her hands up and down your back in that motherly way that you needed. "You're not the first woman in the world that it's happened to. In fact, I've done the same thing." She chuckled at the memory. "More than once, actually."

"Really?" It was hard for you to believe that Chantal of all people would be as clumsy as you.

"Yes really." Keith was the one who answered. "Only we couldn't get the plumber here and she made me crawl under the sink and pull apart the drain."

"Ask Matthew about it," Chantal added. "I distinctly remember asking the boys to not turn on the water, but…"

"Those little fuc…"

"Keith!" Everyone laughed as Chantal scolded her husband, and you hoped that someday you and Matthew would look back on this nightmare the same way.

"What am I missing?" Matthew asked walking through the door. It was only then that his mom let you go, so she welcome home her first born.

The afternoon flew by, and soon you were all headed out to dinner, from there Matthew said his goodnight. You wouldn't see him until after the game tomorrow, but you were happy for the time to catch up with your families. Keith and Chantal had been very involved in your writing career after the Mason incident, and though you'd talk to your parents weekly, they were dying to know what was going on. Talks hadn't resumed with any of the production companies that were interested in making your book a movie, but your old editor, Stephen, insisted that he was close to getting things back up and running. It had been for the best considering you'd been concentrating on your relationship with Matthew. Writing was non-existent when he was around, though he always urged you to go and type away at the computer. It just seemed you couldn't get your mind to work when he was around. Road trips were a godsend for that reason alone, as they allowed you to make headway with your recent book. Which you were just putting the finishing touches on. The publishing company couldn't wait to get their hands on it and assured you it would be another bestseller.

"That latest chapter you let me read last night seemed to hit a little close to home," Chantal commented when the two of you were alone the next night at the game. You blushed as Sophia and Xavier's story had somehow become eerily similar to yours and Matt's. "I'm glad you two finally admitted your feelings for each other. I've never seen my son so happy." She pulled you into a side hug as the two of you made your way out of the box and down to the locker room. "Now the question is, are you going to set a date for the wedding?"

It was the question your parents had asked the minute they picked you up. But how did you tell them, that most of your engagement had been just the two of you pretending, at least Chantal knew the truth. That familiar queasiness that had settled in your stomach since you'd lost the ring came back and you swallowed hard before answering. "I don't know…it's just…"

When you hesitated, Chantal prompted. "Matthew never really asked you."

"Yes!" you whisper yelled in relief that she had said the words instead of you.

"I get it, (Y/N). As women we all dream of that perfect moment when the man we love gets down on one knee and well…" She shook her head in dismay. "My son has done everything backward when it comes to you."

"Maybe not everything." Chantal just raised an eyebrow, while you said nothing more, not willing to elaborate on the specifics.

"At any rate, I hope my son wakes up soon. I'm looking forward to having you as my daughter." Chantal's words went straight to your heart, for you'd felt like they were second parents to you for a long time. It was nice to know that they felt the same way. The locker room opened just then, and out came Matthew. "Good game, sweetie." She said moving towards Matthew and enveloping him in a hug. He only side-hugged her, as he was carrying a box under his left side. His father did the same before Matt finally made it to you.

He dropped a kiss on your lips, less heated than normal since most of the family was around. "Good game, Matty."

"Thanks, princess. This is for you." He handed over the box and you looked at it curiously. "Just go in the family room and put it on."

"I thought we were all going out to dinner?" The plan was that the entire family, both yours and his, were headed to one of Matt's favorite restaurants after the game. But now it seemed Matt had other ideas.

"We are. You and I are just making a quick detour." You looked at him and then Chantal, who had a little smirk on her face, and you were starting to wonder if she knew more than she was letting on. "Just go change."

Taryn grabbed you before you had a chance to answer. "Come on. I'll help you." She unceremoniously led you out of the open corridor and into the family room that was off to the side. Everyone had already left, so the room was yours. Once in the room, you opened the box dying to see what was inside. There lay a beautiful white dress with blue floral accents embroidered all around. It was shorter than you expected as you pulled it out, but then Taryn grabbed the overskirt. Full with the same blue trim, it was the perfect complement to the dress. "He's got pretty good taste, for an annoying older brother."

"It's breathtaking," you told as your hand relevantly stroked the fine material.

"Let's put it on." The strapless design fit perfectly as if someone had taken your exact measurements and had the dress constructed just for you. It made you wonder what Matty was doing while you were sleeping. When Taryn attached the overskirt, you twirled around and the dress flowed around you. "You look phenomenal."

"It reminds me of something, but I can't quite put my finger on it."

Taryn folded your clothes and stuck them in the box for you. "Let's not keep him waiting. I'm sure he's dying to see you."

The minute you stepped out the door, there were a ton of oohs and ahhs, but it was the low whistle that Matthew gave that had heat flooding your veins. "You look…wow…I mean gorgeous."

"I feel a little overdressed." Even though Matthew had on his game suit, everyone else was still in more casual, if not Calgary Flames, attire.

"Nonsense, you look beautiful," Keith told you, before giving his son a wink. "See you, kids, later." With that, the entire family left, leaving just you and Matthew standing in the arena hallway.

"You really do look stunning." Matthew came up and finally kissed you. The full-on, soul-wrenching kind that made you weak in the knees. You could get lost when he kissed you like this, but all too soon he was pulling away. "Ready to go?"

"To where exactly?"

"That's a surprise." He laced your fingers with his and the two of you headed out; his parents taking all of your things. Once you were in the car he handed you the sleep mask he always used for afternoon naps. "Put this on?"

"Are you serious?"

"Yes, I'm serious." The blindfold dangled off the end of his fingers and you finally snatched it away in compliance. Matthew started the car the moment you had it on, then shifted into drive and the two of you were off. "No peeking."

You rolled your eyes though Matthew you couldn't see it with the stupid blindfold on. "Why are you making me wear this thing?"

"Duh, so you won't know where we're going."

He turned down a street, or at least you thought he did as your body turned, and you grabbed hold of the dash to catch yourself. This whole week you'd felt uneasy after losing his grandmother's ring, being blindfolded was not helping that at all. "Easy on the turns, please. It's making me queasy."

"Since, when did you become motion sick? You were begging me to go on the Tower of Terror last time we were in Disney."

You wanted to tell him that it was that damn ring, but knew he'd go ballistic again. "Since, you decided to put a blindfold on me and drive like a speed demon."

He grabbed your hand and then sweetly kissed your knuckles. "I'm going to speed limit princess, just relax." It was about fifteen minutes before he put the car in park, and you assumed you were at your destination. "Stay there, I'll come get you."

"You mean I have to leave this on?" You whined. It wasn't that you didn't like surprises it just seemed that Matthew was going a bit too far to keep this one from you.

You had no reply, as he was already out of the car and running around to help you out. The air was chilly when he opened the door, and you wished you'd at least grabbed your coat before Taryn took it. "Ok, watch your step," Matthew said as he grabbed your hand to get you out of the vehicle. His other hand immediately wrapped around your waist so you wouldn't fall. Taking the first step, you felt a little wobbly and were grateful for the support. It was about ten steps before he opened a door and you were engulfed with heat. Your heels made a clicking noise that echoed off the walls, the sound letting you know that no one else was around.

"Where are we?" you asked again, even though you knew he'd never tell you.

"You'll see." It was probably another two hundred feet before Matt opened another door and ushered you through it. The only telling sound was a little creak that the door itself made. "Ok, there are six steps up you have to take, ok?"

"Ok," you answered though you weren't one hundred percent confident since you couldn't see a thing, though you knew Matthew would never let you fall.

You climbed the steps one at a time with Matthew's help. Then it was another few feet before he stopped you. "Ok, wait here a minute."

He let go of you and your stomach flipped a bit, so you took a deep breath to settle your nerves. The smell of flowers filled your nostrils and you wondered if he'd taken you to the Missouri Botanical Gardens. It was then you heard a loud click, followed by a low hum overhead. The sound was once again vaguely familiar to you, yet you couldn't quite place it. A few seconds ticked by as you waited for Matt to finally return.

Matthew was nervous. This could all go extremely well or you could absolutely hate him, that's all he knew, but he was going through with this anyway. He straightened his jacket, cleared his throat, then walked over to stand directly in front of you. "Ok, you can take off the mask now, princess." He specifically used the pet name he so loved to call you as sort of a hint.

You slowly lifted the blindfold from your face. The harsh lighting making you take a minute to adjust to your surroundings. There were flowers everywhere, along with a few fake trees, and in the middle of the stage, there was a cardboard constructed bed. Wait did you say stage? That's when you realized you were back in your middle school auditorium. Matt had transformed it back to the Snow White play you'd performed when you were kids. "Matty," your voice held a note of awe at all he had done. "This is beautiful." For it truly was, yet you still found yourself asking. "But I don't get it?"

"Don't you, princess?" He gestured to your dress and now you knew where its familiarity had come from. While it wasn't near to the homemade design you'd worn years ago, it did have that fairytale quality to it that made you feel like Snow White.

Matthew captured your hand drawing you back to the present. "I had to bring you back here because this…well this is where I first fell in love with you." A smile came to your face at his declaration, while at the same time you started to tear up. "I let way too many years go by to tell you that, but you were my princess then and you're my princess now. Well, if I'm being realistic you're more my queen, but I'll never stop calling you princess." He tucked a small strand of hair behind your ear and you felt yourself lean into his touch. "(Y/N), you've been my best friend for as long as I can remember. You've stood beside me when…well when you shouldn't have that's for sure. I never thought that I was good enough for you…I'm probably still not, yet somehow, I'm still lucky enough that you picked me. Well, at least I hope you'll pick me." His hands started to tremble as he held yours. "I didn't ask you last summer, yet still you agreed to be my…" he rolled his eyes before saying, "fake fiancé. But now I'm asking you for real." He dropped down to one knee and your breath hitched. "(Y/N), you are the love of my life and you would make me the happiest man on this planet if you'd agree to be my wife. Will you marry me?"

"Yes!" You swear the word was out of your mouth before he had even finished asking the questions. "Yes, Matty. A million times yes." This time you were the one shaking, only it was with so much happiness it seemed as if it would just jump right out of your body. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small little black box, flipping it open in his hand. There inside was his grandmother's ring. "Matthew Tkachuk!" His name echoed in the empty hall. "Is that…"

Matthew turned nine different shades of red before answering in a very sheepish voice, "yes." He scurried up off the floor, all the elation from moments ago forgotten. This was the part he'd been dreading for the last two days.

"I've literally been sick about losing this ring and you've had it the whole time."

Again, he mumbled out a weak, "yes." He knew he had to explain before you got irate and changed your mind about marrying him altogether. "I snuck it from the sink when you were taking a shower. I didn't think it would be that big of a deal."

"Not that big of a deal…Matthew, I've been so worried."

"I know. I know. Which is why I did this tonight instead of tomorrow as I planned." He ran his free hand, the one not holding the ring, through his hair. "Believe me, princess, I almost through the whole plan out the window when you got sick on the plane, but…well…I've always wanted you to have this ring. My whole family wants you to have this ring. But I wanted to ask you, not just assume that because you'd agreed to be my fake fiancé that you'd be my real one. I thought about getting you your own, but then I talked to Brady and…"

"Brady was in on this?"

Matthew ducked his head down, then answered. "My whole family is."

"But…How…Did they…Oh My God…Does that mean Brady and Taryn know the truth?" That nauseous feeling from the car, came hurling back with full force. "Oh my god, I think I'm gonna be sick."

"Hey…hey," Matt cooed an arm wrapping around your waist to support you. "It's not that bad, just breathe."

You did as he told you, taking deep breaths in to calm yourself. The last thing you wanted to do was barf all over the gorgeous dress he got you, let alone the stage. Still, that feeling just wouldn't go away. "Where's the garbage?"

Matthew's eyes widen and he quickly scanned looking for something for you. Luckily, there was a big can with a few pieces of debris from set construction off to the side, and he guided you over to it. Matt held your hair back as you unloaded the contents of your stomach into the plastic can. All he could think of was how bad he'd fucked up. This was not how he saw this night going.

Tears sprang to your eyes, as the bile rose from the back of your throat. You willed your body to relax as it continued to churn, but thoughts of the world knowing you'd lied about your relationship made it all the worse. Both yours and Matt's careers could be in jeopardy. Your life had literally just gone from the greatest moment of your life to the worst.

"It's gonna be ok, (Y/N)." Matthew tried to reassure you. "It's only those two. Your parents don't know. No one else knows." His free hand started to rub your back, trying to comfort you. "I swear princess, no one else will find out."

Your stomach started to ease up a bit, though you regretted the nachos and beer you'd had at the game. Matt grabbed the small scrap of cloth from his suit pocket and handed it to you. It was more decorative than anything, but at least it served its purpose as you wiped your mouth clean. "I'm sorry. I don't know what's going on with me."

"You've been under a lot of stress (Y/N), and I'm sorry I contributed to that. But princess, you gotta know that even if it got out that we faked our relationship, in the beginning, it's not going to matter because we love each other now." He continued to rub circles on your back. "As for Brady and Taryn…well, Brady's apparently has known the whole time, or at least he told dad that." You weren't completely shocked at that knowledge, after all, he was both you and Matt's best friend. "And we both know Taryn can smell out a plot a mile away. Don't tell her I said this, but she's definitely smarter than Brady and I put together." That brought a chuckle to your lips. "No one else knows, nor will they ever."

"You're right." It was honestly stupid to make yourself sick over something you couldn't change. Hell, you actually wouldn't change it, because it led you to this moment with Matthew and him proposing. And you totally made a mess of things. "I'm so sorry. I spoiled your whole proposal."

"Princess, you haven't ruined anything." He cupped your chin to look up at him. "I distinctly remember you saying yes when I asked you to marry me. So, unless you're changing your mind this is still the greatest night of my life."

"I'll never change my mind." You saw the sense of relief all over Matthew's face. "Now, give me back my ring," you teased.

"Shit, I dropped the box." Matt's eyes darted over to the center stage where the two of you had been moments ago. The velvet box lay there on the ground, thank god. He made his way over to it, bending to pick it up as you followed behind. "Still in there," he pronounced as he pulled the hinges back. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, silly of course, I'm sure." Removing the ring, he placed it on your left hand and made it official. He made a move to kiss you, but you halted him.

"Oh right," he commented offhandedly, as he remembered you hurling your guts out moments ago. "Feeling better?"

"Not really. Maybe I have a bug or something. It's been bothering me like this for a couple weeks."

"What? I thought this just started a couple days ago with the ring?" He shrugged off his coat and draped it across your shoulders, in case you were getting sick.

"It's been on and off for a couple weeks. Some days are worse than others."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I don't know. You've been on the road or it's in the morning when you're at the rink and by the time you're home; I feel fine." Most times you just chalked it up to eating a bad meal the night before.

Matthew's wheels started to spin, as he took in everything you were saying. "Princess, when was the last time you…uh…had your period?"

"Um," you were trying to think when that was. "Let me check my phone. Shit. It's in my bag." Surely, you'd had it last month. You wracked your brain trying to remember, but the more you thought about it you realized you'd hadn't had one recently. The holidays had been so busy with getting packages out, helping out with the team toy drive, and games, you just forgot about it. November then, you had to have had one. "We've been really careful though."

"Well…except…"

"That first time!"

"And the next day," Matt added and your thoughts traveled back to how heated both encounters had been. Neither one of you had given it a thought to stop and whip on a condom. Besides you were on the pill. Birth control was, like what, ninety-nine percent effective. The voice in the back of your head reminded you that was only when it was taken correctly.

"I may have missed a pill," you admitted, thinking back to when you were in LA. You'd been so upset with what had happened with Mason that you'd packed up all your stuff and headed home. The flight had been late and when you landed the next day, you'd completely forgotten about it. "I think I might be sick again."

"It's gonna be ok, baby."

"Baby? You never call me that." You started to cry, but you really didn't know why.

"I didn't mean it, PRINCESS." Matthew quickly tried to recover hoping not to upset you further, but then you started to giggle. "Princess, are you ok?"

"It's just…" you continued to laugh for really this could only happen to you. "It's the same plot I gave Sophia and Xavier."

Matthew joined you then, as he remembered reading your final chapter. "Oh my god, it is." When the two of you finally got ahold of yourself, Matt gathered you in his arms. "Well, you know they ended up living happily ever after and so will we."

"But are we ready for this? I mean we literally just got engaged."

Matthew shrugged as neither of you may have a choice in the matter. "Is it ideal…no," he answered realistically. "But we know we want kids. You know you're going to make a great mom." Matt was being so reassuring that you almost believed this whole thing could work. "But we're kind of getting ahead of ourselves. We should probably take a test or something."

Thank god, one of you was actually thinking, for it seemed your brain had completely forgotten how to function. "You're right, but everyone is waiting on us. We'll have to do it tomorrow."

"They'll wait. This is more important." Matthew was right, you were sure that your families would hold off any plans until you both arrived. "Besides they weren't heading to the restaurant for a bit. They all knew what was going on. And before you say anything, I told your parents, that I never truly asked you properly with the videotape and everything. So they are none the wiser."

He started walking you off stage then, fingers entwined as you headed out the door. "I love you. You know that right?"

"I do," he smiled back. "But I can tell you right now I love you more."

"You couldn't."

"Don't start, princess. You know you'll never win this one." He kissed your hand sweetly and then led you to the car. "Walgreens is just up the road. We can stop there." It took all of five minutes to pull into the parking lot of the drugstore. "You just want me to go in and get it."

"No, we're in this together." This time his lips found your cheek before you both opened the car door. "Besides I'm getting a toothbrush or something."

Matt chuckled. "Thank goodness, I'm dying to kiss you properly."

You grabbed a package of Colgate wisps before heading to the aisle that had the pregnancy tests. There were several to pick from, so you grabbed a couple and read them quickly. "This one says it has early detection."

"Doubt we need that if you think it was way back at the beginning of November."

If your calculations were correct, that would make you almost twelve weeks. The thought both scared and thrilled you, to think that you'd be that far along. "Ok, this one it is." Heading to the checkout, you realized once again you didn't have your purse with you. "You have your wallet, right?"

"Of course." Matt paid for the items and the two of you headed out the door. "Stupid question but where do you want to go and take this?"

"Well, if we drive home, it's fifteen minutes to get there, then another fifteen to take the test probably, and then another twenty to the restaurant. Which means we'll be another hour late."

"Restaurant it is." Matthew declared and headed that way, which was only about a ten-minute drive from where you were. "We have the back room, so no one should see us come in."

"We're really going to take this test in a public restroom? Together?"

"Why not."

Chantal's words from earlier echoed in your mind. "Your mom was right; we do everything backward." Matt cocked an eyebrow at you for further explanation. "Well, technically she said you, but I'm lumping myself in at this point."

"It's going to be ok. You know that."

"As long as you're with me, I know it will be." Matthew pulled into the restaurant then. You took a moment to shed the overskirt of your dress before stepping out of the car, then made your way inside. Matthew immediately told the host that you were here for the party in the back, but that you needed a few minutes. Then the two of you headed over to where the restrooms were. You opened the ladies' room door and Matt followed you. "You can't…"

He just pushed you gently through the door before you could protest more. The lady washing her hands at the sink immediately took notice of the two of you and humphed her dismay. "It's not what you think," Matthew tried to explain to her but gave up when she walked out. "Is there a lock on this thing?"

"Doubtful."

"Then go in the big stall." You started to walk down to the end and he followed. "I'm not standing out there alone," he added when you looked at him skeptically.

"Fine." You'd already read the directions and knew what you had to do, though peeing with an audience was a bit daunting. Once you were done, you put the cap back on and handed it over to Matthew, who had his timer set. "Wait here. I'm washing my hands."

It took all of thirty seconds to do that before you slipped back in the stall. "I think we have our answer," Matt declared as you entered. He handed you the stick, which clearly said 'YES+'. When your eyes finally looked up at him, he was grinning ear to ear. "Are you happy?"

A lone single tear fell down your cheek and you quickly swiped it away, before nodding. "Yeah, I really am. Is that bad?"

"Hell, no it's not bad." He crushed you to his chest, lifting you slightly. "I'm ecstatic. We're having a baby!" The bathroom door opened and you both immediately quieted down. "Let's get out of here," he whispered. As soon as you were out the door, his lips covered yours. The happiness of all that happened today being poured into every caress of your lips. "Are you sure you're happy about this?" He asked once the two of you broke apart.

"Of course, I am. I mean it's not planned but how can I not be happy about having your child." It was something you'd only dreamed of and never thought that it would actually happen. "Though it means we'll have to postpone the whole wedding for a bit."

"Why?"

You glared at him disapprovingly. "Even if we decided to pull off a summer wedding. I'm going to be like eight months pregnant. I'm not walking down the aisle looking like a whale."

"You're not going to look like a whale." Your scowl only intensified at his words. "Ok, so no summer wedding…but what about now."

"I'm sorry what?"

"We leave for Vegas the day after tomorrow. We could get married there."

While not the wedding of your dreams, it did mean that the two of you would be legally married before the baby arrived. "Ok, let's do it. Just not by Elvis."

"Deal. One word to my mom and she'll have something elaborate planned in no time. We are telling everyone, aren't we?"

"I mean…if we want them at the wedding, we kind of have to." He clasped your hands and started to almost pull you toward the back room. The two of you giddy with happiness the whole way back.

As soon you entered the whole family cheered. "So, is it official?" Taryn asked first, seeing the wide grins you both had.

Matthew looked at you and you looked at him before he said. "Yes." The whole family erupted in cheers. "But…" Matthew announced over all the noise.

"Oh, god," you heard his dad sigh. You knew Keith had to be fearing the worse.

Your grip on Matt's hand tightened as you felt a bit more anxious. "There's a bit more." Everyone's eyes were on the two of you, waiting for what Matthew would say next. "We're getting married in Vegas." The look of shock on your families' faces was quite comical. Especially, Keith as his hand immediately slapped his forehead. Before anyone could protest or question your impromptu decision Matt added, "Because we're having a baby."

"Oh my god," you weren't sure if it was your mom or Chantal's excited exclamation but they were both out of their seats in seconds. Hugs were coming from every direction as everyone congratulated the two of you.

"Guess you were right," you told Chantal. "We do everything backward."

"It doesn't matter what direction you do them in, sweetheart, as long as you both are happy and in love."

Matthew came from behind and wrapped his arms around your midsection, just catching the last of what his mom said. "We are most definitely in love," he dropped his voice down then. "No more pretending for us. She's stuck with me forever."

"I guess it's a good thing I love you, Matthew Tkachuk."

"And I love you, (Y/N)."  

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