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concreteburialplot · 6 months

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The Wonder Of You

pairing: nicholas ruffilo x fem!reader

masterlist: here | crossposted: ao3 | word count: 4.5k

summary: you surprise your boyfriend with festive lingerie for his birthday. he shows you just how grateful he is with all the love he has in his corazón.

warnings: sweet, soft, FLUFFY, making love, soft dom!nick, festive (xmas-y), established dom/sub relationship, quite domestic, fingering/handjob, oral [m receiving], throat fucking, p n v, creampie, praise, again nick has a big fat one sorry it's just canon at this point - massive cocks are rare but he's got one ok, 18+ MDNI

a/n: happy birthday nicky🩷

And when you smile, the world is brighter You touch my hand, and I'm a king

Your kiss to me is worth a fortune Your love for me is everything

I'll guess I'll never know the reason why You love me as you do

That's the wonder The wonder of you

- 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙒𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙔𝙤𝙪 // 𝙀𝙡𝙫𝙞𝙨 𝙋𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙮

Your boyfriend sits in the living room while you spend time curating the perfect set up for his birthday in your bedroom. You already lit the candles, mostly unscented but some which smell like a warm campfire and one that smells like candy cane, because you know he likes that one especially. There’s a playlist softly playing in the background, curated with a mix of his favorite songs that set a tone, lots of Deftones of course.

You undress and pile your clothes on top of the hamper before slipping on the set you bought for his birthday. It was lacy red triangles covering your breasts and it flowed down over your torso in a light mesh. You step into what is really a joke and an overstatement of being called underwear – it was just a couple of straps, completely bare in the middle between your legs. A pair of puffballs hang just above your ass and the edges of the babydoll top are lined in white fluff. Stepping in front of the full-length mirror you smooth out the mesh and take in your silhouette. Your immediate reaction is discomfort, feeling like these are clothes you don’t belong in. The outfit is too revealing, too holiday-y, too colorful, too much.

But you know how much he loves Christmas and how much he won’t care what you’re wearing once he sees you in lace. Man brains are quite simple after all, he probably won’t be able to tell you the color of the outfit when he’s done with you.

You sigh, making a mental note to push your insecurities to the side for the night and try to just embrace your sensuality for him.

Your hand hesitates before turning the doorknob and peaking your head out. He must’ve gotten bored since you see him working on some tattoo design on his iPad.

“Okay. Ready.” You say quickly before shutting the door and making it to the edge of the bed. You sit and unwrap a candy cane to suck on.

It’s clear he was unsure what exactly he was walking into by the surprised look on his face as he takes in the room before landing on you.

“Oh.” His eyes wide and locked on you. “This is what you’ve been working on?” He asks, crossing the room over to you. “What’s all this for?”

“Your birthday silly.” You place the end of the candy cane in your mouth and pull it out with a pop, your eyes fixated on his.

He glances over at the clock on the nightstand reading 11:14 pm. “Well, it’s not my birthday quite yet.”

“I figured we could start off strong.” You shrug, “I’m sure by the time we’re done it’ll be your birthday anyway.”

“Quite a bold assumption, with how fucking good you look.” He jokes, not being able to stay off your body.

“Mmm.” You hum around the candy cane before pulling it out to speak. “I’m sure we can make it last.”

You find his wrist and carefully bring it down while you part your legs for him, letting his fingers find your exposed pussy.

His eyes round at the discovery, “Fuck you’re so wet already.” He mumbles, cupping your cheek to tilt your face up to him. “You’re this wet just from wanting to please me?”

You hum an “mhm” around the sugary cane looking up at him.

His fingers glide up your folds exploring you while his eyes can’t look anywhere besides your occupied mouth. “Fuck baby.” The hand on your cheek slides down to around your throat, gently with no pressure. “I need that to be my cock in your mouth.”

You knew it wouldn’t take long for him to slip into his usual self. You hook your finger at the curve in the cane and slide it past your lips, letting your lips stay parted for him.

“Mmm.” His hand around your throat slithers up to your jaw and tugs his thumb across your lips before dipping it into your mouth. You instantly wrap your lips around his finger and suck on him just as you would his cock. Your eyes never leave his as you do so.

“Oh, what a good girl, getting a head start.” He praises which only fuel you.

You hum and nod around his finger while your hands fumble to find his zipper. You waste no time trying to palm him over his jeans, you don’t want to keep him waiting on his birthday after all. You tug his pants and underwear down past his knees, letting his hard cock spring free smacking against his stomach. No matter how long you’ve been together the sight of his size never ceases to amaze you. It never fails to fill your tummy with excitement and fear.

You don’t hesitate to begin working his length in your hands. His skin is silky smooth to the touch and the blood rushing through his member makes his veins so prominent beneath your fingertips.

The feeling of your hands has his eyes fluttering closed for just a second. His fingers never halted between your legs, now slipping into your entrance.

He leans down and presses his forehead against yours before pulling his thumb from your mouth. His gray-blue eyes lovingly track yours as he holds your jaw gently. “You are so pretty.” He says softly in the space between you two, so quiet you’d think the room was full of people and he only wanted you to hear.

A blush coats your cheeks, and you shake your head. “No, no. I look so silly.”

“Uh uh,” He nudges his nose against yours sweetly, “You know better than to say no to me.”

A small smile tugs at your lips, because for some reason it makes you feel so safe when he asserts himself like that. “Yes sir.” You reply meekly.

The edges of his lips tug up into a grin, “That’s my girl.” He whispers.

He pulls away just a bit to glance around the room, the red LED lights with the Christmas lights hung around the room and all the candles lit. “You did this all for me?” He asks quietly, holding your chin up.

“Of course.” You whisper back, looking up at him in awe. Even when his hair in a messy bun and thick rimmed glasses, he’s still the most handsome man in the world to you. “You work so hard. You deserve a little fun. And what’s more fun than having me be a toy for you?”

A chuckle escapes his lips, “While I can’t argue with that, I don’t need all of this for my birthday. It’s just another day to me, you know that.”

“I know. But I love you.” You state softly, nuzzling your cheek against his palm. “You deserve everything, and I just want to make you feel good. I want to show you how much I love you.”

“I love you too.” He smiles and leans down to your lips pressing a long kiss against them. “Well, let’s get that pretty mouth of yours to work then, hm?”

Rosy-pink tints your cheeks and a flurry of butterflies swirl in your tummy. You nod and let him pull his fingers from you. He slips them into his mouth and sucks them clean, humming at your taste. “God, you taste so fucking good.”

“Sh.” You wave off his compliment, mostly because it worsens the warmth on your cheeks.

The bed squeaks a bit as you readjust to lay flat on your stomach to be level with his cock. Your mouth waters at the sight of it. Thick and massive, the first half of his shaft a darker shade of his olive skin tone, with the second half much lighter. His tip swollen and pink with a driblet of precum pooling at the head.

You take no time in licking a fat strip up his slit before taking his head into your mouth. He lets out a grunt at the stimulation of your warm mouth around him. His hand finds your head and tangles his fingers into your hair.

You savor him, rolling swirls on the underside of his cock and then circling around the tip. His head is so big it almost fills your entire mouth, so you use your hands to take care of the rest of his length as you begin bobbing on him.

“Fuck.” He groans, tugging at your hair a bit, “Fuck that feels so good.”

You swoon at the praise which makes you work harder. Your hands working him, squeezing around his shaft for extra stimulation. You move up and down on him, taking as much of him in your mouth as you can, letting him hit the back of your throat each time.

“God, look how good you are for me, taking me so well.” He grunts a bit, rutting his hips for work just a little, knowing that too much might hurt you.

Your heart swells at his words and the noises he’s making, you can tell how much he’s enjoying himself and that’s all you wanted. You wiggle your ass up a bit just to show off just how little the strappy lingerie covers you.

“Mmm.” He hums, his hand running down your back and squeezing a cheek before landing a hard smack against it.

While you half expected it, it still stings but it’s exactly what you wanted. You know he won’t hurt you too much tonight since he’s being so sweet but usually, he loves hurting you and you love taking it.

You whine around his member and take him even deeper down your throat. You try your best to suppress a gag the deeper you go on him, but it’s not that successful. His fingers curl stiffer around your hair at the sound and swivels his hips forward ever so slightly, enough to make you gag again. He chuckles at your struggle, deriving twisted pleasure out of it. When you don’t give him a warning sign he pushes further down your throat. His favorite thing is testing just how far you’ll go for him. He loves how hard you work for him, and he doesn’t take it for granted, he loves watching his best girl choke on his cock.

You whine around him again and look up at him with your eyes filling with tears from the pain of his girth in your throat.

His lips pull to a sinister smirk at the sight of your makeup running down your face. “Oh my, look at you.” He loosens his grip in your hair and instead combs through it as he speaks. “You look so fucking gorgeous with your pretty mouth full of my cock.”

The praise alone has you nearly dripping on the bed and fills your heart with loving pride. You want nothing more than to please him and make him happy, especially on his birthday.

You moan with your mouth full and looking up at him through your thick lashes and he looks down at you in awe.

“Can I try something with you, my love?” He asks sweetly, as if he doesn’t have the power to command you to do whatever he wanted.

You pull off of him with a pop, nodding with a string of drool still hanging from his tip to your mouth.

“How about you lay on your back for me huh? Hang your head off the edge of the bed.”

Fear slithers up your spine at the idea of him having that much more access to your throat from that angle.

Nick picks up on your hesitation and bends down to your eyelevel, taking your chin gently between his fingers. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to baby. But I promise I’ll be gentle, okay? You can pat my thigh if you need me to stop.”

You tug at your bottom lip in thought but ultimately agree with an “okay” in an already raspy voice. You do as he asked and flipped onto your back, letting your head hang just off the mattress edge.

“Good girl.” He stretches out the words as he watches you put your body on display for him.

His leans down you as soon as you’ve settled. He uses both hands to gently finish brush all the rogue hairs away from your face and neck. His tattooed hands then find your cheeks and cupping them. “You are so goddamn beautiful.” He smiles, just taking in the wonder of you. “I can’t wait to make a mess out of you.”

You beam up at him and he can’t help but widen his grin. His thumb rubs your cheek tenderly before leaning down to press a kiss to your messy lips. He nudges his nose against yours, “I love you so fucking much, Princess.” He whispers.

Your heart swells at your favorite petname. With the way he treats you, he always made you feel like a princess, and he always made you feel so taken care of, so protected.

You were his. Completely, totally, entirely.

You belonged to him, and he belonged to you.

“I love you too Nicky.” You reply softly in the same low volume.

You let there be moment of comforting silence between you, your foreheads pressed against each other, his hands lovingly holding your head. You revel in the deep adoration you have for one another.

“I’m ready.”

“Okay my doll.” He presses another peck on your lips before returning to his original standing position.

He takes hold of his member by the base and uses it to press his swollen head against your partially parted lips. You open up for him, giving him full access to your mouth. He slides his length in, moving past your tongue immediately going for the throat. While the new position allows him to get deeper, you’re pleasantly surprised to find that it doesn’t trigger your gag reflex nearly as much as the previous position. This discovery allows you to relax and let him have his way with you.

He starts slow to test the water with long deep strokes but soon picks up speed. His hips thrust in and out of your mouth vigorously getting lost in it.

“Gah - fuck.” He groans out in a hiss. His hand smothers down around your neck, pressing down on the sides a bit. He wanted to feel himself destroy your trachea.

He leans forward a bit, only shoving himself down your throat more, to trace his fingers down your front finding your closed, bent legs. He taps your thigh softly, “C’mon baby, let me see that pretty pussy of yours.”

You didn’t think it was possible to feel anything other than the monster in your throat but still, your cheeks heated up and a flutter grew between your legs.

You bend to him, like you always do, obeying him out of devotion not out of direction. His hand slides down your inner thigh as you spread for him. You feel a tinge of insecurity and maybe embarrassment in your revealing lingerie, the crotchless thong offering no coverage for you.

His fingers glide up between your folds, circling around your clit before reaching further down and gathering the juices at your entrance. From this angle he can’t dip inside you but god just the proximity of his touch has you pulsing around nothing. He retracts his reach and brings his fingers to his mouth, slipping them in desperately needing the taste of you. He groans around his fingers covered in your slick and continues to roll his hips harshly into your throat as he savors you.

“God, fuck baby.” He groans and slowly pulls from your throat. As uncomfortable as it was having him lodged there, it brings a vague feeling of emptiness. You love having him inside you, one way or another.

Drool connects his member to your mouth in strands, his cock coated in saliva.

“I need your fucking pussy baby. I need to feel you.” He says, slipping out of the rest of his clothes, his body on full display.

His body was tattooed almost completely. Most people wouldn’t consider a body like his anything special perse, he wasn’t muscular or toned really, mostly just lean. Except for some muscle in his arms from playing bass and lugging around instruments all the time. He’d been very skinny most of his life but as he’s gotten older there was thin extra layer around his tummy, which you loved. As long as you’d known him, he never liked to show much skin, he was never one to be shirtless for no reason. Which you never really understood because to you, he was the most attractive man in any room. But since he wasn’t fond of showing skin, there were parts of him only you got to see. Tattoos only you knew were there and knew the stories of. Tattoos only you got to trace with your fingers and your tongue.

Loving him and catering to him was an art only you knew.

You nod and sit up, but before you even get a chance to breathe, he’s grasped your thighs and tugged you the edge of the bed. He whisks you up prompting you to wrap your legs around his hips. Your arms slink around his neck and you once again press your forehead against his, this time getting a good view of his eyes. In the dim light with the faint red glow from the light strips, his eyes look extra green. You loved how his eyes could change depending on the setting. It amazed you how no matter the color, blue, green or grey, they always looked perfect for him.

“You are so, so good for me. I couldn’t ask for a better girl.” He says softly.

“You mean that?” You ask past the strain in your throat, leaning forward a bit to be even closer with him.

“Of course, my darling. Look at all you’ve done for me, and how good you make me feel.” He gushes.

“I do?” You hum ghosting against his lips.

“Mhm.” He hums back.

He pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, you reciprocate, tangling your fingers in his messy black hair before lengthening the kiss. It’s soft, sweet, loving, patient.

It doesn’t take long for the kiss to escalate into a passionate flame. He climbs up onto the bed clumsily with you still wrapped around him. He carefully drops you in the middle of bed, your head landing on plush pillows without interrupting your kiss.

Your lips and tongues dance together as his hands wander your body. His soft hands gliding your every curve beneath the thin babydoll mesh. He detaches from your lips and begins kissing down your neck. His breathing is rapid and needy.

“I love you. I love every part of you,” He says hastily between open mouth kisses. “Every fucking part.”

You’re dizzy with how much you love him. “I love you too.”

He’s so fucking worked up that he’s already rutting the tip of his cock up and down your folds, putting pressure against your buzzing clit.

You whine at the sensation of his tip against your sensitivity and his sucking on the weak spot on your neck. Your hand tangles in his hair, gripping it with need.

As much as you don’t want to interrupt the sweetness of it all, you need him in a much different way. “Please fuck me, fuck I need your cock so fucking bad please.” You beg, the ache between your thighs screaming for relief.

He chuckles against your neck, even though you can tell he needs it just as bad. It doesn’t take much to bring you both back to your normal depravity. “Hm. You’re gonna have to do better than that. What is it you need baby?”

You groan a bit in defiant impatience. “Your cock. I need your fucking cock.”

“Hm. A little sassy are we? Not even a please that time.” He rolls his hips into you, sliding the underneath of his length between your soaked lips. “Let’s try again. Be more specific, what do you want?”

You huff, over his delaying. “I want your big fat fucking cock to fuck me raw. Please.”

“That’s my good girl.” The edges of his lips curl to a smirk, “Well. I think we can arrange that.”

Before you could even respond he’s already pressed his tip into your entrance. He wants to ram right into you, you can tell, but he knows better than that. He’s gotten really good at knowing how to stretch you out properly. His thumb finds your sensitive nub and begins rolling tight circles into it to help you relax around him.

“That’s it baby.” He reassures you. “You’re doing so good for me.” He fills you slowly, inch by inch carefully until he’s bottomed out. You hiss at the pain of him inside you. He fills you entirely and the stretch burns at first but sweetens when he begins moving in and out of you. Deep grumbly groans fill his chest at the feeling you tight around him.

“Fuck.” You wince a bit but let your eyes flutter close.

His movements start slow, but you feel his restraint bubbling beneath your fingertips like a volcano. “You’re doing such a good job, Princess, taking me so fucking good.” He groans into your neck.

His fingers work diligently on your pulsing clit, helping ease the pain a bit. You’ve been worked up all night thinking about this moment, combined with how his cock reaches the deepest parts of you and how his fingers work where you need him, you feel like you could explode any second.

“I’m trying to go slow baby, but you just feel so fucking good.” He says between the breathy moans that escape him. His actions match his statement, his hips working in quick but deep thrusts in and out of you.

You whine loudly at his words, only worsening you impending climax. Tingle fill your body down to your legs that wrap around his waist. You love seeing and feeling just how much he can’t control himself with you. The knot in your tummy is so tight it feels like it’s about to snap.

“I’m close.” You warn hastily, unsure of how much longer you’ll last – and you know he won’t like it if you don’t ask for permission first. “Can I cum? Please – fuck, please I’m so close.”

His fingers on your clit speed up just a bit to help you over your finish line. “Cum for me baby, c’mon cum all over my cock.”

Bright ecstasy blooms from where he works on you, sending a blazing buzzing across your skin. Explosions fill your tummy and your heart beats so fast it feels like it could rupture.

“Don’t fight it Princess, go ahead, give in to me.” He hums just beneath your ear.

Your nails dig deep into his back as your spine curves violently up from the mattress. Screams curses and moans rip through your chest and fill the room.

“Oh my, there we go.” His thrusts speeding up beginning to chase his own orgasm. “That’s my good girl, cumming so hard for me.”

His deep raspy voice and the way he’s talking you through with a bit of overstimulation from his persistent fingers pushes you over a different edge, feeling yourself squirt your juices all over his cock.

“Oh, look at that,” He lets out a strained groan. “I know it’s so much isn’t it?”

You cling onto him, biting down on his shoulder as you ride out your orgasm. His thrusts get quick and sloppy and hard, probably getting pushed over his own edge by the way your walls spasm around him.

“Fuck, fuck, I’m gonna cum.” He growls, his hands sliding beneath your thighs and hooking behind your knees to keep you in place. He slams hard into you repeatedly until he goes rigid, and you feel his cock twitch inside you – which with how large he is, is a bit painful but you love it. Milky white paints your walls and fills you up fully, pouring out of you before he even pulls out.

He rests atop of you and lets himself soften a bit before pulling from you. It’s an odd feeling being so full then being so empty, but at least you have his cum pooling inside of you for now.

He falls next to you and your chests rise and fall in time. After you’ve both come down a little, you look over at each other with glossy eyes and soft smiles.

After you both have showered and cleaned up, you change into some cozy pajamas. A unplanned cold front had rolled in so the warmest pajamas you had were matching Christmas ones. Nicholas lit the fireplace while you made your signature hot chocolate.

You cozy up next to him on the couch, beneath a blanket and a cat or two. The fireplace warmth and the lit Christmas tree are the only things lighting the room besides the glow of the mostly full moon from outside the window. You nestle your head on his shoulder and watch the fire crackle beneath the hung stockings – one for each of you and for each cat.

The heat of the hot cocoa almost burns your tongue – just almost, just like you like it. The hot drink fills your chest, warming you from the inside. Your eyes drift to the lit Christmas tree you had put up just a couple days ago. You can’t help but smile at how each ornament has a special memory attached. You take it in and appreciate it now because it is a miracle the tree lasted even this long with the cats trying to climb it every chance they got.

Even though you wanted to wait, he was so excited to put it up after Thanksgiving that you couldn’t say no. You can rarely say no to him, especially when his eyes are so bright. Holidays weren’t ever your thing, but he always made them so special. Being with him is a dream, so you savor the magic he brings.

You’ll love the holidays, as long as you have him to celebrate with.

You snuggle into him shivering a bit before looking up at him, catching him admiring the fire and the tree too.

“Hey.” You say quietly to catch his attention but not disrupt the peace. He looks down at you, with eyes so fully of contentment. “Happy birthday.”

The edges of his mouth curl into a happy grin. “Thank you, my love.” He kisses your forehead, “You didn’t have to do all of that for me.”

If you were more awake, you’d tease him and ask if he was complaining but you were far too drained for that.

“I know, but I wanted to. Because I love you.” You plant a peck on his shoulder.

“I’ll never understand why you love me as you do.” He states, using the hand not occupied with a mug to find and hold yours. “But god, am I grateful. You truly are the love of my life.”

You can’t hide the wide smile that stretches across your face and the blush that coats your cheeks. “And you are mine, Nicholas.”

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a/n; thank you for reading if you did! i'm not that good at writing smut or fluff so sorry if it wasn't that great! this is probably the fluffiest thing ive ever written and im embarassed 🫣

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i-literally-cant-with-this · 2 months

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A/N ::: AT LONG LAST SOMETHING ABOUT DRAKEN!!!!! My god. Idk wtf has been wrong with my brain but it was not functioning correctly there for a bit. Anyway, here's hoping this is the end to my dry spell of Draken fics/bits.

C/W ::: Draken x Bored.F.reader, playful sex. Nothin' special, just kinda cute.

WC ::: 715 +/-. Literally, I don't know how I managed to write something so short.

MDNI under the cut.

█▓▒▒░░░ "I'm so bored," you whined.

"Then get off your ass 'n do somethin'. Jesus." His response did not please your under stimulated mind or body.

So, you took his advice, got off of your ass and onto his lap. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you started to kiss his face, eventually making your way to his lips.

"Heh - what's this, princess? You think you're doin'?" His arms snaked around your waist and he pulled your closer to him. Higher up on his lap so you were completely straddling him.

He scooped his hands to cup under your ass and began moving you so you were sliding back and forth across the (now completely noticeable) bulge in his gray sweats.

"Wanna play?" He kissed your neck, inching his hands from your thighs to your waist and back again.

"Mmm-hmm … play with me, Ken. I want you t'let me win, too, k? Unless you just HAVE to be the winner. In which case, I'm sure we could work something out."

You laughed so sweetly when you wanted him. He loved to see the look in your eyes grow more and more dark the needier you got. "I'm a lover, not a fighter, princess. You can have whatever you want."

He smiled up at you, lifting his hips so that his bulge was pressed even harder against your core. You whimpered and reached to pull his sweatpants down.

"I wanna win, Ken. You gotta help me win." Your voice was dripping with desire and he was more than happy to oblige. He grabbed the bottom of your shirt and helped you lift it over your head. You unclasped your bra and tossed it to the side as his hands slid up and down your body.

"Fuck, baby. You're so fuckin' hot." His eyes roamed over your breasts and then down to your pussy where you were grinding on him. You leaned forward and kissed him again, your tongue pushing past his lips.

You pulled back, a string of saliva still connecting your mouths.

"This game, Ken. It's called 'Get The Other One Off First'. And I wanna win. Needa win, k?"

"You're on, princess." He grinned and pulled down his boxers, his thick cock springing free. He took it in his hand and started stroking himself as he watched you pull off your panties and toss them at his face. He caught them with his teeth and growled playfully.

"Gonna get'cha, doll. You ready f'me?" He continued to pump his cock as he stared into your eyes. You nodded and positioned yourself over his tip.

"Mmm ... ready for you, Ken. Always ready for you." You slowly lowered yourself down onto him, your hot walls stretching around his hard cock.

He let out a deep moan as he filled you completely. "Oh, fuck yeah. You feel so good, baby." He lifted his hips and thrust up into you.

"Winnin' already, though. Fuck - don' know how much longer 'm gonna be able to play. You're giving me one hell of an advantage here." He threw his head back against the couch and closed his eyes.

"That's okay. Tryin' my best to beat you." You started to bounce on his lap, the sound of your ass slapping against his thighs filling the room. "I'm close, Ken. S-so close … fuck … how - how the fuck do you make me feel this good."

"Because. I know you, baby. I know how to get you off." He grabbed your hips and pulled you down onto him even harder.

"Oh my god - oh fuck - fuck!" You leaned back, letting him hold you so you wouldn't fall, and came on his cock. Your juices trickled down his shaft and pooled at the base. He pumped into you a few more times before he groaned and spilled inside of you.

"Shit, baby - shit … fuck - you're so fuck-in' h-ot!" He held you close and you sat still for a few moments as the both of you tried to catch your breath.

Finally, he let go of you and you lifted yourself off of him. You sat down beside him on the couch, your head resting on his shoulder.

"I won." You said in the most bratty voice you could persuade.

"You won, yes yes yes. Now, what do you want? A gold star?" He put an arm around you and pulled you closer, kissing your temple.

"Fuck that. I want a rematch." ░░░▒▒▓█

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resowrites · 11 months

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Waterloo - oneshot.

Summary: Speculation abounds about his wife's pregnancy and Henry finally has enough…

Pairings: AU!Henry Cavill x Wife!OC

Warnings: fluff, angst, banter/British humour, language, dialogue heavy, hastily written/lightly proofread.

WC: 2034

A/N: This was supposed to go up last week but time got away from me. Please note: as I've tried to write this story as both standalone oneshots and an ongoing series, I now have to use more imagery to flesh out this arc and I'm aware this may disappoint some of you. But I want you all to know, whether you're a regular reader of mine or not, I will always adore and support you no matter who you are or what you look like. Please also note: this is pure fiction (as in completely made up), and not in any way meant to reflect reality. Love you guys ~ R x

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Waterloo - oneshot.

Henry couldn't help but smile when he reentered the living room and saw her lying there. They'd walked the dogs only twenty minutes before and she was so exhausted she'd collapsed on the sofa the moment they got home. He watched as her chest rose steadily with every breath, with her legs tucked up and a hand cupping the base of her stomach. Luckily her morning sickness had lessened and the worst symptom her pregnancy was causing at that moment was bouts of extreme tiredness. He was loathe to wake her, especially as he had difficult news to share. Seeing her so soundly asleep reminded him of how vulnerable she was and his chest stirred with a mixture of anger and worst of all - guilt. "Ollie, it's dinnertime, can you wake up for me?" He rubbed her shoulder in an attempt to rouse her slowly. But her eyes burst open and she bolted upright.

"M-mmm what time is it?"

"Six o'clock darling, you fell asleep after our walk. I thought you'd like some dinner, you can join me in the kitchen if you're up to it?" She blinked at Henry several times, still trying to get her bearings.

"Yeah, okay, just help me up…" He smiled lovingly and took her by the hands. "What are we having? If you want I can drive to the deli and pick us up a couple of subs?" Henry vigorously shook his head.

"No, it's fine darling, I'm going to make something. Besides, you need to rest. There's… also something we need to discuss." As if on queue, his phone pinged for what felt like the hundredth time that hour. Henry tried to ignore it and offered her a reassuring smile. But her mouth set into a frown.

"What is it? Are your Mum and Dad okay?!"

"Yes sweetheart, it's nothing like that. Come on, let's have something to eat first." He attempted to lead her into the kitchen but she held fast.

"Henry, you're worrying me. What is it?" He gazed into her eyes for a few seconds and sighed.

"Look, I really didn't want to bring this up—"

"Bring up what?! Just tell me!"

"Okay, okay… you know we went shopping yesterday and you thought someone took a picture of us?" She nodded slowly. "Well, it turns out a picture was taken. And then posted on Twitter." She blinked at Henry several times.

"So? Sometimes people catch us and take photos…"

"Darling, I… things are different now." He reached for her stomach.

"Oh…"

"Look, my publicist's already called me. The picture's everywhere and she wants to know how we'd like to proceed—"

"What? Why?"

"Well, maybe if we're more upfront the speculation will die down and there'll be less interest…" Henry trailed off, unable to read the look on her face. Eventually, she cleared her throat.

"Henry, it really doesn't matter what we confirm and/or how. People are still going to take our pictures and gossip. It's why I didn't want to do anything in the first place - it's not going to make any difference." His head dropped to his chest.

"… I'm so sorry, darling." She cradled Henry's face and gave him a quizzical look.

"What for?"

"For all of it. I wanted to do my best to protect you and I've failed."

"Failed? It's not your fault someone saw us—"

"Yes, but if you were with someone else, you'd have none of this. You could just live your life without being talked about the whole world over." She chuckled.

"Aren't you exaggerating slightly? It's only a small group of people who really cares about this. Besides, we've been together nearly a decade—"

"I know, but that's not how they see it. I'm just scared that this will all escalate now that that picture's out there—"

"But darling that's beyond our control. Besides, it's not like anyone's made any threats… is it?"

"No, but what if they do? I mean I would never want to scare you but you know how unhinged people can be. If anything happens to you I'll never forgive myself." She couldn't help but laugh again.

"Well, for starters we're holed up here most of the time and security aside, we also have two Akita's who aren't exactly fond of strangers. I'm sure we'll be fine…" But he was in no mood for her teasing.

"Darling this isn't funny, I feel beyond awful. You should never have had these sorts of worries, pregnant or not."

"Don't be daft. I wouldn't trade our life for anything. Okay, so it can be a nuisance at times, but what others think isn't important. We have to live our lives, Henry. We were going to be spotted at some point. It's probably better people know now rather than when we're randomly seen pushing a pram."

"I know, I know. But I still feel helpless. It makes me fear for when the baby's actually here. How are they going to cope with being in the public eye? How the hell am I going to keep them safe as well?"

"Well, they won't even be able to find their feet for the first four months—" Henry's face hardened.

"Ollie, this isn't a bloody joke. Once our kid is out there, there's only so much we can do—"

"But that would be the case whether they were the child of someone famous or not. If there's one thing this pregnancy's taught me so far, it's that we can't have total control. Okay, so one day they'll have to learn why people want to meet their dad and take pictures of him, but that's not a bridge we'll have to cross for some time." He was silent for several moments. "Darling, talk to me…"

"It's nothing, it's just… none of it's worth it. Especially now."

"What are you saying?"

"I saying, I'm ready to—"

"Stop right there—"

"No, Ollie. I won't. Sooner or later it'll become the biggest stressor for us as a family. If the two of you aren't being photographed in the street, there'll be times when you're by yourselves - just the thought of what could happen makes me sick to my stomach."

"Darling, we were out in public and you're a public figure. Okay, so it's unfortunate. But it's not like they got a picture of them—"

"And what about when they do? As you said, we can't fully protect them—"

"Well, for starters, the law's on our side. But other than that you're going to have to learn to let this go. What will be, will be." Henry nearly blew his top.

"How can you be so bloody calm about this?! I'm scared that the more pregnant you look, the more invasive people will become. I don't even want people coming up to you, let alone anything else—"

"I've handled that okay in the past haven't I?" He smiled sadly and held her tight.

"Of course you have, and I'm not saying you're some delicate flower but this isn't just about us anymore. I want to do my best for you and the baby and it scares me how terrible people can be."

"Why? Just what exactly are they saying?" Henry didn't know how to respond. She sighed. "Oh sweetheart, it's not your fault."

"Of course it is! And what can I do about any of it? Nothing unless I give it up—"

"Don't be ridiculous, even that wouldn't be enough. Once you're famous, you're famous. We just have to rise above it."

"But I want to respond, let people know they can keep their disgusting opinions to themselves—"

"And has that ever worked in the past? Look, we really will be alright. You have nothing to apologise for or feel guilty about. We have a wonderful life, Henry. We have so many amazing adventures together and we're about to embark on our biggest one yet…" She rubbed his chest but his head hung low.

"I still want you both to have as little stress as possible."

"What will make me less stressed is you promising not to get any more upset by this, okay?” She bit her lip. “And if it makes any difference, I already knew about the picture." Henry’s eyes darted upwards.

"What?!"

"My sister messaged me when she saw it doing the rounds on Instagram. She's blocked the people trying to get more information." His nostrils flared.

"See?! They've already started harassing our family! We've got to nip this in the bud now—"

"Darling, we're damned if we do, damned if we don't. Luckily we have good people around us and they've promised to say nothing—"

"That's not what worries me. Why didn't you say anything?"

"… Because I knew you were already feeling bad and I didn't want to make it worse." Henry's heart ached.

"Oh, darling. You know you can always tell me anything. Just promise me you won't go reading comments—"

"I won't. But… can you be honest about something?"

"Of course."

"… Do I look big?"

"What? Why would you even think that?!"

"Are you sure?"

"Darling, that's the reason they're in a tizzy, they can't tell if you're pregnant or not—"

"Well… soon they'll know for sure."

"Oh Ollie, please promise me you're not worried about that of all things? All this pregnancy has done is make you even more beautiful—" she scoffed.

"Henry, look… we can work out our plans as a family when we need to. But you love what you do, it's who you are and what you've worked so hard for—"

"No, it's not. Finding you made me realise it never has been. Making you my wife, starting a family… that's who I am. What I've always wanted. I'd do anything now, just so long as you and our kid are always near me." She felt a lump in her throat. "Don't you get it ya numpty? I've never seen your eyes look so soft and warm. It's not about me missing out - I love doing nothing with you Ollie." She swallowed back her tears.

"Well, let's just wait until they're here, okay? Then we can go from there. But I promise you, I'm not worried about that picture, and neither should you be." His head sunk again.

"… They had no right to even take it." She then shot him a mischievous look.

"Well, was it at least enough to distract from the size of my arse?" Henry softened and quickly turned her around.

"Hang on, lemme take a look—" she spun back and thumped him on the arm.

"Don't you start now, mister - I only have so much bloody patience!" Henry's eyes quickly lost their playful spark. "Well, if things get that bad… you could always do a naked calendar. That'd give them something else to talk about—"

"A naked calendar?! You do realise I'm far too hung to appear in-frame?" She clucked her tongue.

"Oh please, the photographer would need more Vaseline for the lens than what's currently in production…" His eyebrows hit the ceiling.

"What are you trying to say?! You're no bloody prize either!" She thwacked Henry on the arm.

"At least they wouldn't be swapping out the lens every thirty seconds—" He gasped.

"Well, I'm surprised that person's phone didn't explode when they took that picture!" Her mouth fell open.

"Oh yeah?! Cos I'm shocked anyone even bothers to take their camera out to snap you—" Henry couldn't stand it any longer and pulled her in for a kiss.

"… Then let me take my shirt off and we'll see just how well I photograph—"

"No fucking thank you! I don't want to be put off that dinner you said you were going to make. In fact, you can now take me out for it—"

"Will a drive-thru be alright?"

"No, it bloody well won't you little bollocks! You know, just for that, you can take me to the new Italian on Harpin Lane—"

"But they won't even do spaghetti there!"

"Tough shit. You should have thought about that before you opened your mouth—"

"Well, from now on I definitely won't be!"

"Good! More breadsticks for me!"

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criminal-minds-girlie · 2 months

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it's been a while since i've sent anyone an ask. i see your suggestions are open and that you are willing to try derek/hotch. they are my otp and there isn't a lot out there that isn't just my writing - would you be willing to give it a go? anything is fine. i don't prefer smut but you're the author and i'm not picky if it is them. (came here because of the boops!)

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Authors note: this is my first time writing a Hotch x Morgan fic so i hope it's good I've only been writing a short while THANK YOU ALL FOR THE SUPPORT

pairing: Aaron hotchner x Derek morgan

genre: hurt?/tooth rotting fluff

Summary: hotch and derek had an argument the night before and it transpires into work

word count 587

3:00pm thursday 2nd september

Hotch is in his office when he hears a soft knock on his door.

He looks up and sees Derek, and says, "Come in."

Derek shuts the door behind him and walks over to the side of Hotch's desk.

"Hey," Derek closes the door behind him "you..still coming to mine tonight" he bounces on his toes a little wondering if they are even going to talk about the argument they had the night before.

"yes." hotch said, looking down at his computer. he really didn't want to look at derek as he was still upset about the argument

Derek nods and sits opposite Hotch and bites his lip, he sighs and shakes his head.

"what" hotch asked, annoyed that derek wasn't leaving.

"nothing" Derek snaps back, hotch just glares at him.

"look derek, i have work to do, go sit with reid or something, he seems to be your new favourite person"

"what? Are you still mad about last night??"

"no"

"you are!" derek said standing up leaving and going home early hurt and upset

6:30pm Thursday 2nd september

Derek is sat curled up in bed hiding under his duvet holding one of hotch's shirts close as he hears his front door unlock he knows it's most likely hotch since only him and reid have keys but reid always calls before coming around.

Derek is too upset to move from the position he's in. He can hear hotch moving around downstairs, he can hear the fridge opening and closing and hotch is probably getting a drink.

Derek closes his eyes and just pretends to sleep in bed shuffling around as Hotch comes in and sits by derek.

"i know you're awake" hotch whispers and derek opens his eyes

"hi" Derek mumbles softly, not looking at the hotch and sniffing a little.

"you were right," hotch said, laying down next to derek "and i'm sorry"

"m sorry too i shouldnt of got upset and left" derek mumbles turning to face hotch

"it's ok, you're allowed to be upset" hotch replies kissing derek's head

"I love you" Derek mumbles, snaking his hands around hotch.

"I don't care if you're in your suit, still I want a cuddle" Derek mumbles nuzzling into hotch.

"i need to take my shoes and blazer off first" hotch replies

"no" derek grumbles pulling hitch into his arms

"babe" hotch chuckled

"nope" derek mumbles looking up at him "you know...i want pancakes right now i'm hungry i haven't ate because i was so upset"

"I brought food with me," Hotch says, getting up and taking off his blazer and shoes and crawling back into bed and handing Derek a takeout bag.

"chinese" Derek mumbles, smiling a little.

"yep, your favourite" hotch said, opening the container.

"Mmm noodles," Derek smiles while sitting up.

"Here," Hotch handed him the box and a fork.

"Thank you" Derek mumbles, smiling as he starts to eat.

Hotch kisses his cheek and smiles and he starts to eat his own food.

Once they are finished eating, Derek leans his head against Hotch's chest.

"you know.. the only reason i talk to reid so much is because he's lonely... he's never been the same since maeve died" derek admits softly

"i know" hotch replied

"so you need to stop getting jealous when i'm talking to him..he's my best friend" derek smiles

"I know, I'm sorry," Hotch mumbled.

"It's ok, I forgive you" Derek smiles and pulls hotch in for a kiss.

"I love you," Hotch mumbled.

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Again - Part 19

Part 1 | Part 18 | Part 20 | Full list of Again series links inc AO3 Link

Steddie fic where Steve and Eddie are in their mid 30's and everyone has sort of drifted apart

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Eddie comes home four days later.

He's called Steve several times, every day, to keep him updated with Wayne's situation, but he can hear in every phone call the relief in Eddie's voice when he answers. Almost like he can finally drop the effort and relax. It's not like he had to pretend to be anyone he isn't around Wayne, but generally, as charming as he is, Eddie is a straight talker. If something is headed towards calamity, he will acknowledge it, let you know about it and try to make the landing as soft as possible.

But this was different. This was Wayne.

A pillar of strength and stability in Eddie's life, maybe the only one for a long time, Steve guesses, and to watch him crumble under the weight of such loss must be extremely hard for Eddie.

But Eddie never complains. Not once.

He tells Steve how pretty the trees are getting now the leaves are changing. He talks about plans for Halloween. He tells him about some old trinket he found when they were sorting out Jack's things. He even tells him about Morgan going for tryouts. But the updates on Wayne are always facts, this happened today, or this is the next step we need to take. It's almost like if he speaks about how it's affecting any of them emotionally, it would break him because it would bring on an avalanche of reality.

Steve hears a loud bark, followed by the rumble of Beans' feet racing down the stairs. She presses her nose against the window. He waits for her second bark to indicate a non-Harrington, but it doesn't come. Steve quickly removes his marigold gloves and rushes to the door in a panic. Why would the kids be back now? The doorbell chimes, and Steve makes quick work of the locks to open up. There in the doorway, duffel bag in hand, is Eddie's beaming smile. He takes a deep shuddering breath but doesn't move, almost like he's frozen, unsure what to do. The smile must last for all of a few seconds before his expression crumbles, and he releases the bag to the ground. He jumps up, latching onto Steve like a Koala bear on a tree, and hides his face in the crook of Steve's neck.

Steve holds him tightly and securely, "Beans, Up bag, please," he says, pointing at Eddie's stuff. Then, still holding Eddie against him, Steve reaches for a treat from the bowl, and as she brings the bag in, he kicks the door closed and tosses it to her. "Good girl, Beans".

Finally, Steve makes his way to the sofas and sits down carefully, cradling Eddie to him, "Hey honey, Welcome home. You're ok now. I'm here," he says softly, repetitively, as he runs his hands over Eddie's curls. He feels the dampness on his neck as Eddie nods and clings to him tighter. Steve reciprocates the squeeze and soothes him until he speaks.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart. It wasn't my plan to come home like this. I was just so relieved to see your face. It was so hard to see him like that. And Jack is pretty much gone, man. Like he's not there." He speaks rapidly into Steve's neck, inter-spliced with sharp intakes of breath.

"Hey, don't worry about that, ok? You're home now. I got you." Steve reassures him softly before Eddie's tear-stained face comes into view, and his face is clasped tightly in Eddie's hands.

"Don't you forget me, ok? Don't you ever do that to me!" Eddie says almost angrily, "We're gonna get you some checks an-and scans. Go see some specialists, alright? M-mmm-make sure you're gonna be ok. I'll p-pay," he makes a noise of frustration with himself and takes a quick breath, jolting Steves head in his hands "I don't even care how much it costs, ok? You don't forget me! Right, Steve?" Eddie's voice wavers with desperation as his hands paw at Steve's face and hair, his eyes searching frantically over him, like if he doesn't, he might just disappear. Finally, his eyebrows push together again, and he erupts into another torrent of tears and crashes into Steve's chest, flinging his arms around his neck.

"Eddie, Eddie, listen, ok" Steve holds him tightly against him, "I'm not gonna forget you, ok. How could I possibly? Sure, I forgot moments, but I didn't forget you. I'll always know you. I love you." He releases his grip and lifts Eddie's head so he can look at him, "Do you wanna talk about what happened?" Eddie sobs and shrugs, "How about I take a guess, ok? That way, I can understand, and you don't have to say too much, alright?" Steve asks kindly, and Eddie nods. "I'm guessing Jack forgot who Wayne was?" Eddie agrees with a repeating nod before burying his face in his hands, "Hey, look at me, Eddie, please," Eddie wipes his eyes and tries his best to focus on Steve, "Jack is very sick, no one can help that, and I know that must have been heartbreaking to see. It must have been awful for Wayne, and for you to see the aftermath of Wayne hurting from it. But, Eddie" he weaves his fingers between Eddie's, "That's not gonna be us, ok? We're gonna be ok, and I'll go for all the scans and assessments you want, ok?" Steve releases his hands and shifts Eddie to straddle his lap. "And if they find anything wrong, I'll do the exercises, take the meds and vitamins, drink the weird smoothies and eat the recommended foods, ok? Whatever it takes." His hands take hold of Eddie's face firmly, and he looks deeply into his eyes, "I would rather die than forget you." Eddie's eyes search his like he's checking for lies, and it almost breaks Steve's heart, but fortunately, Eddie has other ideas and launches himself forward, kissing Steve hard, their faces almost painfully pressed together, Eddie's hands gripping onto his scalp with urgency.

As he pulls back from the kiss, Eddie quickly removes his polo shirt and throws it somewhere into their surroundings. His chest heaving. He takes Steve's hands and puts them on the scars at his waist, and guides them, desperately, up and over all of them that litter his chest, arms, neck, and face before leaning in for another kiss, "Remember me" he mutters against Steve's mouth, before nuzzling at his neck. "I love you, babe. Please don't forget me. Promise me," he utters in a whisper next to Steve's ear before making a frenzied trail of kisses back to his mouth. Steve follows Eddie's lead in an overwhelming, blended daze of passion, love and sadness. He quickly unbuttons his shirt, almost tearing it off, and directs Eddie's hands over his scars. He leans forward into Eddie's neck, pushing his hands around him, so they can trace over the shallow, rippled scars from being dragged through the upside down, on his back.

"I swear. Promise you won't either?'' He kisses the words along Eddie's throat, lingering on the scars there as he feels Eddie's rough fingertips trace over his skin.

"Like angel wings," Eddie says softly. "You're my angel, Steve. I'm doomed without you. I promise I'll never forget you," He adds, kissing the top of Steve's head. Steve looks up, love drunk, at Eddie's face. Perfectly sculpted. His epically dark eyes were amplified by his expansive pupils of obsidian, tear-stained, slightly stubbled cheeks, kiss-swollen lips of a deep pink, scars gracing his jaw iridescent like mother of pearl. At Steve's next touch, Eddie's head is thrown back, eyes closed tight from being in the no man's land between exquisite pleasure and soul-crushing pain.

"You're a masterpiece, Eddie," Steve gasps as he seizes the back of Eddie's hair and selfishly forces his bewitching face back into full view, pressing gentle kisses over his cheeks and closed eyelids, his hands move over his tattoos and remnants of them that the scars eat away at. "You're no angel, but you saved me. Too good for here. Let me show you heaven, where you belong," Steve says breathlessly, hurriedly scooping Eddie up into his arms and taking him upstairs.

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Later, Steve wakes up to find Eddie missing from his bed. He quickly gets up, wraps his robe around himself, and hurries into the hallway. He breathes a sigh of relief when he can hear Eddie singing downstairs, and in the air is the aroma of something fantastic. He moves down the stairs almost two at a time to race into the kitchen and rushes into the back of freshly showered and smartly dressed Eddie at the stovetop. He loops his arms around Eddie's waist and pretends to chomp on his shoulder and neck, "Something smells tasty,” Steve laughs at his bad joke.

"Hey! Careful there, stud! I don't wanna get my interview outfit dirty. It could leave a bad impression." Eddie smiles as he gives the pot a final stir before turning around in Steve's arms and stepping them away from the stove.

Steve lets out a little laugh and kisses him quickly, "What do you mean interview?"

"Uh, well, whilst you were sleeping, I went for a shower and found someone had left a very official-looking letter for me." Eddie nods at the kitchen table, and Steve can see an opened envelope on the table with Eddie's name in calligraphy on the front of it. He recognises it immediately as Mackenzie's handwork. She'd had that set since she was Corey's age. He reaches over to pick it up, and Eddie taps his hand away. Steve looks back at him in surprise but immediately sinks into a dopey smile as he gets entranced by Eddie's sleepy loving gaze. "You know it's a crime to open someone else's mail, Mr Harrington," Eddie says gently with a huge smile.

"Technically, it's already open, my love," Steve says, placing one hand on the small of Eddie's back and the other he joins their hands together and dances them around the kitchen to the radio. "Would you still love me if I was the type of international criminal that went around opening other people's mail? I'd probably be top of the FBI's most wanted."

"Oooh, Scourge of the Postal Service, Steve Harrington? If anything, I'd probably love you more!" Eddie laughs.

"So…can I read it?" Steve says, placing a kiss on Eddie's nose.

Eddie leans after him to chase for a smooch, "I guess. But, I mean, it doesn't say you can't. It just wasn't addressed to you, is all. It does say, however, you are not allowed in the interview," Eddie says dreamily. Steve hurriedly gives him the kiss he's chasing and grabs for the letter, still swaying them.

Dear Mr Edward Munson,

We were happy to see you passed the first and second stages of the interview process and invite you to attend your third. This will be conducted by myself, Dr M Harrington, and Detective C Harrington, at 6pm sharp at the kitchen table. Mr S Harrington will not be permitted to attend as his bias is clear, and he will probably be annoying the whole time.

We would also appreciate it if you provided a list of benefits you will bring to the home, and if you could prepare a dinner you will impress us with.

Please read over the attached provisional roommate agreement, which may be amended during the interview, but we will allow time for you to review it.

Sincerely,

Zee, Cyborg and Beans.

"So, as you can see, I have homework, and you are distracting me!" Eddie raises his eyebrows, laughs against Steve's cheek and runs his fingers through the side of Steve's hair. "Gods, you're beautiful!" Eddie says, pressing another kiss to Steve's lips.

"Urgh, Homework. I thought my days of getting cock-blocked by homework were over sixteen years ago!" Steve complains, making Eddie unleash a surprised laugh. Steve quickly looks at the clock, "Oh shit, is that the time? Jesus, I better get dressed and go retrieve your potential roommates!" Steve says in a slight panic before peppering Eddie's face with kisses and rushing back up the stairs.

Not to be outdone by the dramatics of the kids. When they arrive home, they find Beans dressed in a waistcoat with a scroll menu attached to the back of it, written in an almost mediaeval font.

Chez Harrington

Today's Specials

Starter

Smoked Salmon bathed in Beetroot amid The Two Towers (of goats cheese rolled in cracked peppercorns) served with Beika

Main

Cowboy Beef Chuck Chilli with Cornbread and Nachos

Dessert

Dark Chocolate and Cherry Mousse with a Honeycomb crisp

Drinks

Mermaid Water (Blue Fruit Punch, Lemon and Coconut Water)

Eddie appears from the kitchen with a small set of spectacles balanced on the end of his nose with a dish cloth draped over his forearm, "Do ze 'arringtons. Wish to dine now. Or muzt zay finish zer 'omework first?" Eddie enquires in a French accent, sending the kids into a fit of giggles. The kids look back up to Steve.

"It's your choice, but you have to get your homework done at some point tonight," Steve warns, and he's met with big smiles and enthusiastic nods as the kids quickly dump their bags and jackets on him and follow Eddie to the rarely used dining room. It has been adorned with many mismatching candelabras and candles to illuminate the room, and on each full-place setting is a napkin folded into a bat.

Everyone enjoys the dinner. The kids especially enjoy Eddie's theatrics of making their cocktails where they can see and spinning the bottles around. Once dessert is over, Steve and Eddie tidy away the plates as the kids prepare for Eddie's interview. "Wish me luck?" Eddie asks, and Steve kisses him on the cheek.

"Good luck, babe," Steve says with a smile.

"Hey! No fraternising with the applicant, thank you!" Corey bellows through the doorway.

The kids place Steve in front of the TV with a set of headphones on, with Beans at his side. Steve is pretty sure Eddie won over the kids weeks ago, and they are just putting him through the wringer, which honestly was quite sweet of them in an odd way. Beans relishes the extra tummy rubs and ear scratches she gets from Steve for the next thirty minutes or so, and Steve is quietly pleased that, in her own way, Beans has also accepted Eddie.

The scarpering away of Beans and a thud on the cushion next to him indicates a clearly amped-up Eddie has vaulted the sofa to sit next to him. Steve slides off the headphones and looks at Eddie, "Well?"

"Well, I think they are in deliberations, which means, according to the contract, I can do this" Eddie leans over, grabbing the back of Steve's neck and initiating a deeply passionate kiss.

"That was in the contract?!" Steve says in delightful surprise.

"Well, not strictly speaking, but rule 2.4 said no over-the-top kissing when they are in the same room. Which they aren't. They are in the next room," Eddie smirks.

"What else was in the rules?" Steve giggles.

"Well, rule 2 seems to focus on being in the same room. So, for instance, I can do this" Eddie snuggles up next to Steve and drapes his arm around him, giving him a quiet, soft kiss on the cheek, "But I could absolutely not do this," Eddie says, turning Steve's face towards him giving him the noisiest wettest kiss he could possible.

"Hey! We can hear that! Rule 3.1, Eddie!" Corey shouts loudly.

"Sorry! I'm a bit old and deaf from all the rock n roll, just testing out volumes," He shouts back innocently.

"I'm guessing rule 3 is all about being in different rooms," Steve laughs, and Eddie nods. Steve quickly looks over his shoulder. Then, with the coast clear, he clambers into Eddie's lap, retrying their last kiss but quieter. "How many rules did that break?" Steve asks with a smile.

"Well, let's see here, there was the "gross noise" kiss, that's one, you've sat in my lap, that's two, you're definitely staring at me with lustful intent, that is three," Eddie counts on his hand looking up at Steve.

"Am I gonna get you into trouble?" Steve says flirtatiously.

"Oh fucking heaps, babe. With the flirting in the very next room and the door open, that is four and five broken," Eddie says with a mischievous smile on his face, pulling Steve closer with a low chuckle.

"Come on, guys, you've literally just signed!" Zee laughs, and Eddie and Steve jump back to their original seating positions.

"It wasn't me. It was your father. I was letting him know all the rules he was breaking," Eddie says with his hands in the air.

"I can't believe you ratted me out!" Steve says with a laugh at Eddie.

"And when you told him how many rules he was breaking, did you actually do anything about it?" Corey huffs, hands on his hips, as the two kids march into the seating area with the papers in hand.

"My hands were tied," Eddie shrugs, "I wish to cite rule 1.3. Do not be mean to your Dad. Now, if I had told him off, that might have been classed as mean, and I didn't want to break any rules."

"Hmmm, ok," Corey says with approval, "I'll allow it this time because technically, no rules were broken until we moved into this room, so…" Corey taps his temple in thought.

"Jesus, Corey, don't hurt yourself," Zee says, rolling her eyes. "Mr Edward Munson," she says, and Eddie gets quickly to his feet and neatens his shirt. "Welcome home," She says with a big smile and extends a hand, which Eddie shakes enthusiastically, and then Corey offers him the same, causing a vast dimpled smile on Eddie's face.

They all know this was just a bit of fun for the kids, but Steve can't get over how genuinely proud Eddie looks. He was positively beaming.

Steve stands up, puts his arm around Eddie's shoulders, and kisses him on the side of his head, "That all within the rules?" He chuckles, and all three of them nod, "What's it say in the rules about group hugs?" Steve asks, looking at the kids and then Eddie.

"Ok, one step at a time there, big guy." Corey puts his hand in a stop motion at his Dad, and Eddie has to look away to not burst out laughing.

"Wow. Ok then, fine. Do I at least get to see the list of what Eddie is bringing to the house?" Steve asks, and Zee hands him the notepaper

Good jokes

Great Music taste

Contemporary fashion

Another fabulous head of hair

Great storyteller

Can absolutely shred on guitar

D&D expert in several editions

Decent at Video Games

Snack connoisseur

DIY Practitioner

And more…

Can distract your Dad if required, and there is something in it for me.

"That is an impressive list, Eddie, but contemporary fashion. I already have that covered." Steve smiles smugly, "Right, guys?"

"What age range are you referring to exactly? Over 60?" Zee zings back quickly. Eddie's eyes widen as he stifles his laugh, but Corey erupts with laughter.

"Wow, you got burned so bad," Corey manages between giggles.

Steve gives the list back to Zee, puts his hands on his hips, pulls an unimpressed face, and points between the two of them, "Don't you both have homework to do?" They groan, collect their bags, and head upstairs as Steve shouts after them, "May I remind you that tomorrow is Friday, and I will be doing a room check, so you better make sure it's tidy up there. And I will check storage areas for piles of things that have been squirrelled away!" The kids quickly race up the stairs to avoid any more orders.

"Sorry, can't hear you all the way upstairs, Dad," Zee shouts back. Steve stays very still and waits for one door to slam and then the other before gripping Eddie's shoulders excitedly and shaking him around. Whispering crowd noise and jumping up and down. Which Eddie immediately joins in with, and then so does Beans.

"We did it!" Steve beams at Eddie, "Well, you did, really. I knew they'd all love you, honey!"

Eddie blinks at him with a happy look of confusion. "You can't see it, can you?" He lets out a soft laugh. Steve's brow contorts in thought, "Oh sweetheart," he laughs again, "You're so adorable," and sighs, holding Steve's hands. "Ok, so yes, your family likes me. I'm not gonna be modest about it. I am pretty awesome. But the big glaring thing you've completely missed is how accepting they are about all of this. How accommodating they've all been. The only things any of them have grilled me about is to make sure I don't hurt you again. They're protecting you." Eddie says gently and smiles at him fondly, "You know why that is, right?" Eddie raises his eyebrows for Steve to answer.

"Well, because they're my family, and they know I'm a teeny bit crazy about you?" Steve tries. He knows he can be impulsive, and Jenny, Val, Zee, Corey, and to some extent, even Beans have seen that in full bloom on a few occasions, but not like this. They were just worried about him making a mistake, which he was also prone to do. Often getting things wrong, but luck bailing him out in the eleventh hour.

"No, baby. You know better than anyone. Just because you're family doesn't mean you get anything," Eddie shakes his head and caresses Steve's face, "They're doing those things because that's what you do for them, every day, Steve. I know that because I see you in them. Zee makes these little razor-sharp quips but has an absolute heart of gold. Corey cares fiercely but hides it behind his little imitation hands on hips stance. Jenny, a pregnant woman on limited sleep, made time to sit opposite me and silently dismantle me to assess if I was a threat not just to her kids but to her ex-husband. Shit, even your ex-wife's boyfriend had taken time out to research me." Steve's mouth parts slightly at the unexpected analysis. "They wanted to be your knights for a change, babe, because you're always theirs'."

"But I…" Steve starts.

"I know you didn't ask them to do that. I know you were just trying to ensure everyone was okay with everything. But your family did it anyway because your love gives them the room to do that. You're their keep. You protect them from the elements, keep them safe from attack, and ensure they have a place to always call home with unshakeable foundations. So, the minute a potential threat to you was seen on the horizon, they tooled up and defended you." Steve casts his eyes to the floor and swallows the newly developed lump in his throat.

"Yeah. Yeah, I guess they did. Didn't they?" He says softly at the floor. Eddie tilts Steve's head up again and holds up the contract.

"And now, they've graciously let me join their ranks." Eddie beams that huge toothy proud smile again, “They deem me worthy of defending their stronghold.” Steve smiles back as much as he can through the waves of emotion and, for comfort, fusses at the collar of Eddie's shirt.

"If you're gonna be a Harrington Knight, you need to learn how to fix a shirt and tie properly!" Steve fusses with Eddie's collar and tie knot, avoiding looking directly into Eddie's eyes which he caught a glimpse of and knows for a fact he'd entirely fall apart if he absorbed even a molecule of the admiration and love in them right now. Despite finally realising how fiercely he was being defended, Steve doesn't think he's ever felt more fragile, not because they can't take care of him, but because he knows how badly he needs them to. He would never say or admit it, but now he knows Eddie can see it clear as day, has broken through with his insight, and his laser beam eyes would blow Steve apart right now. He brushes down Eddie's shirt and gently taps his arm, where he knows his flock of bats reside under his full-length shirt sleeve. He catches a glimpse of Eddie's expression changing and quickly finds his hand wrapped up in his.

"Say, might you take a promenade around the grounds with me, sir?" Eddie asks in his most fancy accent, causing Steve to laugh and nod. They take a moonlit walk around the house for a while under the stars that are beginning to peek out. Eddie talks Steve through some of their names and stories. He was certain Eddie could do this every night, and Steve still would not be able to recall it all because he constantly got distracted by how insanely beautiful he was, especially at night.

Steve wonders if that was because this used to be the time he really got to look at him when others weren't around when in the past, it would be just the two of them. The thought makes Steve swallow nervously, a physiological confirmation of his reasoning. He guesses the first time around, Steve could safely drink Eddie in under cover of night. Hidden in a haze of smoke and the buzz of alcohol, in the dark, they could be close. No one knew what it meant. Maybe Wayne suspected, but so secret they didn't even realise the other felt the same.

"You know, Steve, it would be real nice if sometimes, you could at least pretend to make a noise of agreement, so I could at least think that maybe you are listening. You know, for the sake of my ego?" Eddie laughs.

Steve reaches out to hold his arms and turns him to face him, "It's not my fault, though, honey." Steve's eyes take their time looking him over, "You're just so…" Steve scrunches up his nose and fists and makes a noise of frustration and laughs, "Sorry?" Steve pretends to apologise with an impish half-smile.

"Well, here's the thing, babe. I thought bringing you out here might help you relax a little." Eddie runs gently over the sides of Steve's upper arms, his hands making their way up to his shoulders, where his thumbs rub gentle circles above his collarbone. Instinctively Steve slowly closes his eyes under Eddie's touch as he's being walked backwards by him. Eddie leans in to rasp into his ear as he undoes the top button on his shirt before sliding his hand inside. "Clearly, it's had the opposite effect. You feel a little hot and bothered to me. Huh?" Steve can only nod. Eddie's face comes into view. Extra light illuminates his face now, the highlights in his eyes like a north star in each, and Steve is captured entirely.

Eddie's hands glide back to his shoulders tenderly. A gentle smile plays on his face as he gazes longingly at Steve's lips. Then, finally, he mutters, "I guess I better find a more effective way to cool you off, huh?" Before Steve can even commit to a full confused head tilt, a gigantic evil grin appears on Eddie's face as he gives Steve a hard shove backwards.

Steve's back hits the water's surface with a hard smack as he's pulled under. Annoyed as hell, he quickly resurfaces quietly to find Eddie looking up at the house, jumping up and down and cheering with someone.

"Did you get it?" Eddie tells up at the house. A thumbs-up pokes out of Corey's window.

"Yeah! Sure Did!" Zee's voice rings out.

"You'll probably wanna stop recording now. I've gotta apologise and explain it was an initiation," Eddie calls back up.

Steve realises he's been had. A mutiny. The little shits.

"Yeah, yeah, we'll cut in a while," Corey shouts back.

"What do you mean in a while?" Eddie says, confused, putting his hands on his hips, but Steve recognises his cue.

He launches himself quickly out of the water, grabbing Eddie by the waist and German suplexes him into the pool, and the night air is filled with Eddie's screams and the laughter of his children.

Eddie spits out the water like a fountain statue as they resurface before complaining loudly, "You already got me the other day. They tricked me too!! I demand a parlay to amend the contract!!" He points up at where the kids were.

"Eddie, as cool as you think you might be, you're just another adult for these two to torment. They knew you'd do their bidding, and they are more than familiar that I would retaliate. Steve hears yelling from the house, and they both start to the side and get out, but the yelling gets louder.

Eddie realises something at precisely the same time as Steve, but it's too late. Zee and Corey charge out of the house with a nerd gun each, yelling and running towards them, pelting them with foam bullets.

Steve pretty much backflips back into the pool for cover and swims to the other side, leaving Eddie to take the ambush alone. He dramatically falls to his knees, yelling and begging the gods for mercy, gesturing theatrically to the night sky, only to be met with giggles and more foam bullets. While they are distracted, Steve makes it to the other side of the pool, fires up the hose, and sneaks back with it under the water before bursting out of the pool again, blasting the kids with the water, and rushing to Eddie's rescue.

Out of bullets and out of breath, the four of them lay on the wet ground laughing until their sides hurt as Eddie tries one more time to tell them a story from the night sky.

Steve takes a moment to look over the three of them as Beans arrives late to the party. His heart expands to breaking point looking over at his new family unit. He sighs, with adoration but also with a sort of relief. This was it. This was everything. His dreams, shaped differently from what he had expected, were coming true right before his eyes.

And if he was careful. This would be his forever if he could keep them all safe and happy.

Wouldn't that be the most shocking thing of all?

Steve Harrington, a mean girl, dragged through hell and back several times, heart smashed to smithereens by parents and partners, to change his ways, to get it wrong over and over, only to, at long last, get it exactly right.

#steddie #steddie fan fiction #eddie munson x steve harrington #steddie fan fic #steddiefanfiction #steddiefanfic #madaboutmunson #madaboutmunsonagain #eddie munson #steve harrington

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akkkkollle · 2 years

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If it's okay, can you make a ff where sanzu, ran and rindou accidentally hurts us in an argument? It can be with words if your uncomfortable with physical. And a fluff ending if it's okay with you :)

(I'm sorry I don't really know know how to do request 😭)

Pairing: Sanzu × M!Reader, Rindo × M!Reader, Ran × M!Reader (separately).

Cw: Angst to fluff, physical pain(Ran part), mention of drugs(Sanzu), a lot of swearing, a bit of flirting in the Ran and Rindo part, mention of Mikey (Sanzu).

Ran

You were sitting on the couch listening to Ran's screams about how bad and terrible you are. You knew firsthand that it was just a job, but damn... That's the feeling when you are being slandered for nothing and accused of something you didn't do. To be honest, it started to bother you. So you just turn to Ran, leaning on the extreme cushion of the sofa.

- Ran, can you calm down? - you speak softly, but immediately you feel your head flying off your hand and a dull pain in your nose when your head comes into contact with a tree under expensive skin.

- I am absolutely calm! It's you who are constantly bothering because of some bullshit! I don't even understand how I started dating someone like you, motherfucker. - he shouts, letting go of your hair and turning away.

His eyes slide over the lights outside the window. And his ears pick up some sound. Either a sob, or a breath. He's already turning around to yell at you again, but he sees you trying to stop the blood. He completely turns his body in your direction and goes somewhere behind the sofa, you don't dare turn your head, thinking that you will get in the nose again. He rummages through the cupboards and comes back to you. He sits down on your lap, and holding your chin, inserts cotton wool into your nostril.

- I'm sorry... I just... - he is interrupted by a light peck on the lips.

- It's okay, Ran, you had to relieve stress and all that. The main thing is that you didn't kill, so everything is okay. - you're laughing.

- Mmm, can I relieve stress in another way? - he says coquettishly, putting his arm around your shoulders.

You roll your eyes, and he just laughs softly and kisses you, feeling the taste of metal on his tongue and muttering a quiet, "I'm sorry."

Rindo

You're standing against the wall, listening to Rindo's screams and reproaches in your direction. Of course, you knew that he was jealous, but not so much... Some girl came up to you to ask for directions. What did your boyfriend think? That you answered her too gently and tenderly. Fuck, it's just common courtesy, but he doesn't get it.

- How the fuck don't you understand that this is a common courtesy, Rin? Fuck, why do I need her? I love you, idiot! - you can't stand it anymore, and this makes him even more angry.

-You? You don't fucking love me! You're just a fucking whore! Go to that chick and kill yourself! - he shouts, to which you just exhale and leave the apartment.

His eyes widen and his breathing increases as he realizes what he has said. He immediately runs out of the apartment onto the landing, hoping that you haven't gone to her. He exhales when he sees your figure sitting on the stairs. He comes and sits down next to you, his head is on your shoulder, and his hand is pulling your fingers. He whispers something inaudibly.

- What? - you ask.

- I'm sorry! Sorry... I really didn't want to say it, I just got angry, I understand that that girl is... It's just a girl. - his cheeks are slightly reddening, and his hand is already wrapping around yours.

- I heard it for the first time, but you know, to hear the great Rindo Haitani apologize... - his cheeks flush even more, and his hand almost breaks yours.

- You! Yes you... Idiot. - he turns his head away from you, and you just giggle softly.

- Are you offended that I called you Haitani and not (your last name)? - he hits you lightly in the chest, and then lifts you to his feet, going up to the apartment and cursing you, and you just smile.

Sanzu

A quarrel with this man never ended in anything good. And now you're listening to his nonsense while he's under the weed. You're used to it, but these sudden mood swings... Five minutes ago he was telling some nonsense, and now he thinks you are the most terrible person on the planet. And you honestly wouldn't have paid attention if it wasn't for one phrase...

- You're just not Mikey, M/n. My king is always great, and you are... You don't even deserve to live on the same planet with him. He's a—.- he is interrupted by a sound coming from somewhere to the left.

But he didn't pay attention, just not seeing you in front of him, he thought it was hallucinations and headed to the bedroom for muscle memory. And so he grabs the door handle, but it won't budge. From behind the door comes the sound of a sigh and the phrase: "Go to your Mikey, Haruchie." You hear a thud and open the door...

- He passed out... Fuck, I told you that lack of sleep will not lead to anything good. - you take him in your arms and put him on the bed, covering him up and going to sleep on the sofa.

In the morning, he wakes up with a terrible headache and is already groping your half of the bed to complain, but... Is it uncomfortably cold? His eyes open wide when memories of last night come to him, albeit in fragments. But where did you go? Did you break up with him? His trembling legs led him to the living room to find a phone and call you. But he sees you sleeping peacefully.

He exhales, climbing on your hips and pressing against your chest. He feels your hand running down his back and he raises his head, meeting your displeased gaze.

- I'm sorry... - he looks away, afraid of your reaction. - I didn't want to compare you with him. You are completely different, really... I love you.

- It's okay, calm down. I understand. - you kiss him on the forehead, which makes him frown with displeasure, but a laugh escapes from his mouth.

#tokyo revengers x male reader #x male reader #seme male reader #Ran x male reader #Rindo x male reader #Sanzu x male reader #tokyo revengers angst #tokrev fluff #tokrev x you

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prince-rowan-of-the-forest · 1 year

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Crown Princes and Butterfly Wings (3/?)

Chapter 2 : Friendly Stranger

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Our pair of adventurers becomes a trio, because neither Logan nor Roman have a clue what they're doing. At least now they have an expert on adventuring to help them out.

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@cutebisexualmess :)

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Sorry about the lack of a chapter last week! It was Christmas, as I'm fairly certain most people are aware of even if they don't celebrate, so I was really busy. Not to mention I mass-posted nine chapters of a fic (go read it if you want, it's on my page) in three days and I didn't want to bombard people, so I kind of skipped a week with this one, haha. Oops.

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Warnings: Roman is still kinda loopy at the beginning

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"Roman?" The prince heard Logan yell from across the garden and seconds later the tiefling was in front of him, giving him a once over before turning to the person who had helped him. "What happened to him? Did you do this?"

"Wha- no! No, of course not!" they cried. "Is- is he your friend? He wasn't looking too good and he said to bring him to the fountain so I just-"

"Hey Logie," Roman said, only half aware of what he was saying. "I ate'a weird cake mmm- mn- now I'm here…"

Logan stared at him, baffled, before sighing, and chiding him in a tone of voice Roman thought made him sound like a dad. "This is why we don't accept random food from strangers, you dunce."

"'m already feeling better though." Roman shrugged. "Thanks to glasses."

The person giggled. Roman could see them better now, they had curly dirty blonde hair and bright blue eyes, and they weren’t dressed nearly as classy as he or Logan were, but the puffy blouse and bluish-grey overalls made him look rather friendly, so Roman didn’t mind.

"I'm Patton!" he said with a smile. "Always happy to help!"

"Are you familiar with this area?" Logan asked him. "I believe it would be the best course of action to find somewhere to stay after this… incident.”

"Um- well I only just got here myself! But I need somewhere to stay too, so I'm sure we could look together?" Patton said, with a blinding grin. "There should be some kind of inn nearby, there always is!"

“Alright…” Logan said slowly. “I will- concede that you likely know more about this process than we do, so I will agree to going with you.”

“Um- cool!” Patton said, his smile not faltering in the face of Logan’s slight strange way of words.

“Logaaaan- your words are loopy,” Roman whined, “Talk normal for once.”

“I am simply talking formally, Roman, and you should aspire to do the same,” Logan chastised. Patton giggled.

“And you’re the one who’s loopy, mister,” Patton said before standing up and shifting a big backpack that Roman had completely missed before onto his shoulders. It was a pretty big pack, almost as big as Logan’s, this guy must be travelling too. Roman thought, “Anyways, c’mon, I think I saw an inn on the way over here.”

Roman tried to stand up before tripping over his own feet. The only reason he didn’t fall face first onto the paved path of the garden was Patton’s quick reflexes. He quickly righted Roman again, but this time he slung one of Roman’s arms around his shoulders and let the—much taller mind you—man lean on him.

“I can take him,” Logan offered as he watched Patton- not struggle, per say, but he did look slightly off balance.

“Don’t you worry.” Patton smiled. “I’m stronger than I look! And besides, you’re already carrying that big ol’ pack! I wouldn’t want to put more weight on you!”

“You calling me dead weight, glasses,” Roman slurred, while Logan muttered about the fact that Patton was also carrying a similarly sized pack.

“Of course not.” Patton laughed again, it almost felt like they were already best friends, like they’d known each other for years. “But you are pretty tall.”

“Comes with the high social class,” Roman giggled with a lopsided smile, obviously finding his own joke way more funny than it actually was in his state.

“Well that would explain why I’m so short,” Patton said. “Come on now, buddy, we gotta go.”

Together the three of them found the closest inn and Logan paid for Patton’s room as a thank you for rescuing Roman from his own shenanigans before they parted ways. Or, so they thought as Logan forced Roman to take a nap in their room while he busied himself studying the maps they had brought in an attempt to work out where they should go next.

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“Are you feeling well enough to discuss our journey?” Logan asked him as they waited for their food to be brought out. They were eating at the inn, because Logan didn’t trust him when he said he was fine enough for them to go and find somewhere nicer to eat.

“Yes,” Roman nodded. “I’ve told you already, Logan, after that nap I’m feeling better than ever!”

“Good, but please keep in mind your volume, we are in an unfamiliar space and I am not yet sure I have quite figured out the etiquette,” Logan told him quietly.

“You worry so much, Logan,” Roman said, rolling his eyes, but he did lower his voice, much to Logan’s gratitude.

“Thank you, now if you’re willing to be quieter about it,” Logan said, pulling out one of the maps he had been looking at before, “I would like to discuss the route we should take.”

“We have no idea where he’s going,” Roman said, looking at the map and then at Logan, “There are- hundreds of towns and villages in this kingdom, we can hardly search all of them.”

“No, you are correct we cannot,” Logan agreed. “It would take us years.”

“Then… what do we do?”

“I don’t suppose you remembered to bring anything with you that belonged to him, did you?” Logan asked slowly, “If so, I could perform a fairly simple tracking spell…”

Roman felt a little sheepish, why the hell hadn’t he brought something? It was obvious they needed a way to actually try and find Remus! It was true that it had been on the list Logan had given him and he just… hadn’t. Roman knew they had to find Remus—the Kings of this land may be his fathers, but that didn’t mean Roman could disobey orders—but then again… Remus was his brother, and he couldn’t just- do that to him. So… he’d just keep playing dumb, dumb was safe and didn’t want him to answer any complex moral problems.

“No I… forgot about that,” Roman said slowly, shaking his head. Logan sighed.

“Of course you did.” Logan shook his head. “There are more complicated spells that could be used, but almost all of them require an personal item… We may have to find somewhere that I can read up on magic spells. I know there are some that can do what we need… but I am unfamiliar with them.”

“H-hey um-” Roman jumped, looking up at the voice only to find Patton lingering a few steps away from the table, wringing his hands. He looked so nervous, looking down at the floor, Roman felt a little bad. “Sorry for- um- overhearing, but- but I heard you were looking for someone…”

“That’s true, though it is a private matter,” Logan said, eyeing Patton without turning his head, clasping his hands over the map that was still spread on the table.

“Oh! I completely understand!” Patton quickly assured, raising his hands. “I just- it’s… kinda obvious that you’re new to this- or you wouldn’t be talking about something private in a bar- but I’ve been travelling for the last- um- eight? years? So I thought I might have some advice you guys could use…”

“...Alright.” Logan nodded. “You said we shouldn’t be talking here… is there somewhere better?”

“Aboslutely, if um- if you don’t want people hearing about whatever it is you’re doing, this is probably one of the worst places to be talking.” Patton chuckled. “Taverns and inns are the number one spot for gossip. If you want information, you come here, if we want to have a secretive conversion, we should go to your room, or mine- either way.”

“If that’s so,” Roman said, “I suppose we should continue this conversation once we have finished eating.”

“I didn’t mean to intrude on your dinner!” Patton yelped, stepping back. “I’m so sorry! You didn’t have any food, so I just assumed- I’m sorry for interrupting!”

“It’s alright,” Roman said immediately, and he noticed Logan relax from the corner of his eye, “You’re trying to help us, and you helped me earlier as well, I owe you.”

“No- no you don’t.” Patton shook his head. “I don’t expect anything in return! I just- I like helping people.”

“Still.” Roman shook his head with a smile. “Feel free to sit, if you’d like.”

Logan gave him a skeptical look and Roman just shrugged with a smile. He knew trusting strangers wasn’t a good idea (Logan had lectured him on it for fifteen minutes after they had left the castle) but Patton… Roman couldn’t help but like him. He was just so… friendly. But not just on the outside—Roman considered himself a fairly good judge of character and there was absolutely nothing about Patton’s niceness that seemed off in the slightest.

With an awkward smile, Patton pulled over a chair from the next table and sat down with them. Logan put away the map just as someone brought over their food and they ate in silence, with just the sound of other people having their own conversations in the background.

When they finished, Logan led Roman and Patton up the stairs and to the room they had rented for the night before taking out the map once again and laying it across the small table in the corner of the room. The three stood around it.

“Ok! So,” Patton started, looking at the map, “You’re looking for someone?”

“Yes.” Logan nodded.

“Can you, um, tell me who?”

“I’m pretty sure that’s supposed to be a secret,” Roman said with an apologetic smile. Logan glared at him.

“Of course it’s supposed to be secret, Roman, that’s the whole reason we’re here and not someone much more capable.”

“Alright, um, not knowing who we’re looking for might make things more difficult.”

“My brother,” Roman said slowly. “I can’t tell you much more than that, but we’re looking for my brother.”

“Does he look like you?” Patton asked, tilting his head.

“They are twins,” Logan said with a sigh.

Roman nodded, “But he has a silver streak instead of gold, and green eyes instead of red.”

Laughing made Patton’s eyes crinkle at the corners and Roman couldn’t help how it made him smile. “So you’re… opposites?”

“Pretty much, yes,” Roman said with a shrug.

“Ok, so if you’re looking for information, you’re going to want to go here,” Patton told them, pointing at the map. The town his finger pointed at wasn’t that far away, though it was distinctly separate from the capital. “Mirefeld is known for its gossip, they have a pretty big trade and travel route going straight through the village, if anyone knows something about your brother, I’ll bet it’ll be someone there.”

“Mirefeld…” Roman said slowly, before lighting up. “Oh! I’ve heard of that, aren’t uh- aren’t they known for being a big meeting place for crooks and thieves too?”

“I believe so,” Logan said, nodding, before looking suspiciously at Patton. “Why would you wish for us to go somewhere with such a reputation for crime?”

“They’re the ones with all the gossip,” Patton said with a shrug, “And usually they’ll leave you alone, especially if you’re careful. I go there often and I haven’t had a single penny stolen yet… It’s kind of like a safe haven, I guess. I’m not trying to trick you, I swear.”

“This town is at roughly a three days walk from here,” Logan said with a sigh. “We’ll have to set off early tomorrow if we want to head in that direction.”

“Walk?” Patton blanched.

“I am unable to ride a horse,” Logan deadpanned, gesturing to his own legs. “I am not built for such an activity, and I’m fairly certain we don’t have the funds to buy a carriage.”

Patton flushed and looked away. “R-right- um- yeah that makes sense, sorry.”

“There’s no towns between here and Mirefeld,” Roman pointed out, still looking at the map, “Where will we stay for the nights we’re on the road?”

“Well sometimes there's outposts…” Patton said, “but I don’t think there’s any on the way to Mirefeld.”

“I suppose that means we will have to sleep on the road, then,” Logan said, eyes narrowing. “Which means we’ll need to allow time to buy some equipment, which means we will likely not be leaving until the day after tomorrow.”

Patton burst out in laughter. “Wait- wait- you don’t- you don’t even have camping equipment? What on earth have you got in that big bag of yours?”

Staring, Roman watched as Logan’s cheeks went purple—the guy was blushing. Roman was pretty sure he’d never seen Logan blush, Roman could barely keep down a laugh. Patton didn’t seem to have the same control.

“I… have brought with me multiple spellbooks and supplies for said spells,” Logan said, his tone carefully steady. “As well as a few others that I have been meaning to read for recreational purposes, and of course I brought a few journals to write down everything we learn on our travels.”

Roman stared at him. “You brought a library and have the audacity to call me the dumb one?”

“Excuse you, I am undoubtedly smarter than you,” Logan said.

“Yeah well at least I thought to bring spare clothes.” Roman rolled his eyes. Patton laughed again as Logan went even more purple, and his- literal- constellation of freckles dimmed slightly.

“It’s alright,” Patton said. “We can go on a shopping trip tomorrow- um- that is- if you’re both ok with me coming with you? I don’t- mean to be presumptuous-”

“Patton,” Roman interrupted, “I understand you seem to be nervous around us, but we’ve already proved multiple times that neither of us have a single clue what we’re doing. I for one would be delighted to have someone who actually knows travelling etiquette with us for this journey, Logan?”

“I believe… your company would be… beneficial,” Logan said eventually, after seemingly much consideration.

“Ok! Great- um- I guess I’ll leave you both be, then?” Patton said, already backing away from them. “I’ll- I’ll see you both downstairs in the morning?”

“Indeed!” Roman said with a nod of his head. “Sleep well, friend.”

“Um- you too!” Patton called, before bolting from the room.

It was a few minutes after Patton left before one of them spoke. Honestly, Roman was surprised it was Logan.

“He is… odd.”

Roman couldn’t help but burst out laughing against “Oh my- goodness, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you blush so much! I need to get him to reveal his secrets!”

“Respectfully, your highness, shut up,” Logan said, before walking over to one of the beds and sitting down. Roman just grinned and winked at him. “Go to sleep, you fool, we have a lot to do tomorrow.”

“Yeah yeah, got it, Mr. ‘I’m going to bring a library on a travelling expedition,’” Roman said, before lifting his bag onto the bed and removing the nightclothes he had brought with him. He heard Logan scoff, but he was fairly sure it was fond.

Roman couldn’t help but smile as he settled down for the night. The bed was nowhere close to as comfortable as the one he slept in back at the palace, not even to mention that it was a single compared to his usual bed which was likely large enough to fit five people at a squeeze, but somehow he found that it really didn’t matter. He had spent the day in the city, hell he’d even made a friend—he was fairly certain he’d never made a real friend by himself since he’d befriended Logan, and even that wasn’t really his own doing. Logan was two years older than him and Remus, so they’d basically grown up together anyway.

His thoughts were getting off topic, but he’d made a friend, which was… amazing, in itself, and Patton was going to help them with their journey! So now their party was of three instead of two.

All things considered, this journey was shaping up to be an incredibly good one.

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drawing-way-outside-the-lines · 1 year

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➖ Mature content, 18+ ➖ check the trigger tags each time ➖

Chapter 32 - Creeping Loneliness. Episode 2.

Daniel: He falls into bed, landing on the other side of Andy, curling up into a ball, sobbing silently I'm so lonely!

Andy: Opens his eyes wide in a surprised way, looking at Congo, miming 'what?!' then turns around slowly, gently caressing Daniel's shoulder hey… are you okay?

Daniel: Dries his eyes, and nods softly Yeah… it's just… I get so happy when I see you and Congo together… but then suddenly, it hits me… Tomas moved out, Evan took off for a week with M… and I didn't have any money and not enough food to last either… rolls to his back, tears slowly running down his temples

Congo: Empties the rest of his Whiskey and pulls Andy closer to him Daniel… scoot closer to Andy, you are sleeping between us tonight, and I insist you stay at least one more day although Evan is back in the city…

Daniel: Smiles softly and dries his eyes no no guys, I'm alright…it's just, Evan, you two, Tomas and Sparkle is kinda all I have… so when all you guys take off.. I mean… after a while… I had to even call Jenna to ask for a bit of food.

Andy: Sighs softly I'll set up a bank account for you… for occasions like this… don't use them on junk, alright?

Daniel: Nods softly thanks…

Andy: And I insist as well, stay at least one more day, please… we can have more sex tomorrow then chuckles hoarse and winks I didn't get to really fuck you yet…

Daniel: Moans softly and bites his lips mmm… you convinced me… but… I can't stay between you two… you need to lay together… makes a move as to get up

Andy: Pushes him back down nonsense… stay there…

Daniel: Frowns softly and sits up no Andy, I insist… you have your nightmares, you deserve to feel safe, as long as I 'can just spoon you, thats all I need right now…

Andy: Smiles warmly that does sound nice… but please… no more for tonight… I just can't…

Daniel: Nods agreeing yeah, me neither, I'm completely emptied! Chuckles softly and sniffles his nose I'll just go grab me something to drink, and then I'll try sleeping I guess smiles softly and gets up, stumbling few steps on the floor, then falls and yelps out as he lands

Andy: Laughs loudly damn! Are you alright? He gets up fast and jumps down on the floor, only to find his legs fail and buckle under him, making him groan as he lands on the floor as well ahhh!

Congo: Chuckles warmly and gets up looks like you got what you wanted Daniel… and looks like we did a great job on Andy as well he chuckles softly as he squats down between them alright you two, I'm too tired to lift you both one by one, so what you do is, each of you wrap an arm around my shoulder, and I'll drag you back to bed… I'm only here for support, you have to try to move your legs… please…

Andy: Nods softly thank you…

Daniel : Chuckles softly be careful what you wish for, huh? As they all 3 lay in bed, more or less starting to doze of, Andy wrapped between the two of them, feeling safe and sound, Congo sleepy mumbles the info to Andy about the bite on his neck and the mix of blood, Andy smiling satisfied as he falls asleep.

#unicornmanes #Daniel Chase Hartwig #Congo Shaw #Andycorn #Andy Shaw-Thompson

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scaredofghosts · 1 year

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Hi!! I am so excited to be your Secret Santa!!! Tell me your favorite things! (Taylor era, colors, aesthetics, foods, specific lyrics, songs and anything else!!)

Hi!! omg I'm so excited too <3 how are you, love??

My fav Taylor era (and album) is Reputation, it's getting hard to rank her albums though! What's yours?

My fav color is definitely turquoise, I also love fuccia, white and black, and I really love the minimalist aesthetic:)

Food mmm I'd say spaghetti, that's my weakness lol I can eat it with any sauce, except if it contains seafood, I don't like it at all

I'm gonna give you a (long) list with my favorite Taylor songs and lyrics, because I'm a little too indecisive as you can tell 🙈 sorry if this is too much!

Jump Then Fall: I've never been so wrapped up honey, I like the way you're everything I ever wanted

Forever And Always: here's to silence, that cuts me to the core, where is this going? Thought I knew for a minute, but I don't anymore

You're Not Sorry: and you got your share of secrets and I'm tired of being last to know

Bye Bye Baby: I was so sure of everything, everything I thought we'd always had

The Other Side Of The Door: I keep going back over things we both said, and I remember the slamming door and all the things that I misread

The Story Of Us: this is looking like a contest of who can act like they care less

Sparks Fly: just keep on keeping your eyes on me, it's just wrong enough to make it feel right

If This Was A Movie: the entire bridge tbh

Haunted: something keeps me holding on to nothing

I Almost Do: oh, we made quite a mess, babe, it's probably better off this way

The Last Time: just like all those times before, you wear your best apology but I was there to watch you leave

Come Back...Be Here: Taxi cabs and busy streets that never bring you back to me, I can't help but wish you took me with you

The Very First Night: We broke the status quo, then we broke each other's hearts

All You Had To Do Was Stay: here you are now, calling me up but I don't know what to say, I've been picking up the pieces of the mess you made

I know Places: lights flash and we'll run for the fences, let them say what they want, we won't hear it

Wonderland: but there were strangers watching, and whispers turned to talking, and talking turned to screams

So It Goes...: wear you like a necklace, I'm m so chill, but you make me jealous

Dancing With Our Hands Tied: so, baby, can we dance oh, through an avalanche? And say, say that we got it, I'm a mess, but I'm the mess that you wanted

Don't Blame Me: If you walk away, I'd beg you on my knees to stay

Lover: and at every table, I'll save you a seat loverrrr

False God: but we can patch it up good make confessions and we're begging for forgiveness, got the wine for you

Cruel Summer: I don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you

Afterglow: this ultraviolet morning light below, tells me this love is worth the fight

seven: love you to the moon and to saturn

hoax: you knew you won so what's the point of keeping score?

this is me trying: I was so ahead of the curve, the curve became a sphere

my tears ricochet: and I can go anywhere I want, anywhere I want, just not home

gold rush: I don't like that falling feels like flying 'till the bone crush

cowboy like me: Now you hang from my lips like the Gardens of Babylon, with your boots beneath my bed forever is the sweetest con

right where you left me: if our love died young, I can't bear witness

coney island: will you forgive my soul, when you're too wise to trust me and too old to care?

renegade: is it insensitive for me to say get your sh*t together, so I can love you?

Maroon: You were standing hollow-eyed in the hallway, carnations you had thought were roses, that's us

Would've, Could've, Sould've: and if you never saved me from boredom I could've gone on as I was, but, Lord, you made me feel important and then you tried to erase us

The Great War: say a solemn prayer, place a poppy in my hair

And a really really special mention to 'it's like your eyes are liquor, it's like your body is gold' from end game

Sorry for late reply, I've been kinda busy, hope you have an amazing week!💜

#santaswiftie

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dorefasolsido · 6 months

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35.

Habits

Do you tend to speed when you drive?

Not normally. I've learned my lesson with two speeding tickets (I overstepped the limit by just a bit) and I'm not giving my money to this country or any related institutions more than I have to.

Do you smoke cigarettes?

Nope. I tried one once just to see how it is and I hated it. Never felt the peer pressure either since most of my friends don't smoke.

Does your temper flare a lot?

No, when that happens you know it's serious since I really am super phlegmatic.

Do you get emotional easily?

Again, not too easily. I mean, I think I'm a fairly sensitive person deep inside, but there's no way in hell I'm letting other people see that side of me unless they are really close to me. And even then.

Do you get obnoxious when you're drunk?

I don't think so. I've never been 100% drunk, so I can't honestly say, but I think I'm kinda the same as I normally am, only more relaxed and fun. Like, I'm way less in my head and care much less about what other people might think about me, so I can talk more openly.

Which shoe goes on first?

I think I do the right first.

Are you lazy?

I probably am. Tbh, I'm a weird mixture of a workaholic and couch potato. I don't know how it works, but yes, I can procrastinate forever but I can also work 12+ hours when deadlines approach. And I hated those two weeks I was basically jobless this summer. Although at the same time, I love taking days off.

Name one thing you do that people always tell you about.

Mmm, nothing specific comes to mind right now.

Are you superstitious?

So listen, I'm not really superstitious, but I like my lucky charms and I find such things generally interesting. I think they're a fun part of the culture.

Do you get bored with relationships quickly?

Well no, but I also struggle with my avoidant personality very much.

Can you sleep without blankets covering you?

Normally not, it's just comfier to have at least something covering you.

What position do you sleep in?

On the side (well, more like half stomach) without a pillow.

What do you do when you're angry?

Well, I usually go quiet and talk very little to others, especially those that pissed me off.

What do you do when you're sad?

Depends, if I'm alone then I just snuggle up in my blanket on the floor and watch videos or shows I find comforting. And preferably eat some chocolate.

Who do you call when you have a bad day?

I don't, I prefer to be alone then.

YOUR ABC'S

A - is for the last person that made you ANGRY.

My friend for not responding to a text for days. I'm not very demanding when it comes to texting, but geez, at least once in a day would be nice.

B - is for BEER you prefer.

I don't have a preference, beer is kinda gross. I still drink it sometimes because it's the easiest to order, but yeah.

C - is for do you have a CAT?

Yeees.

D - is for can you DANCE?

Lol, I don't know if I can but I love to.

E - is for do you have your EARS pierced?

I do, several times.

F - is for your best FRIEND.

Sam.

G - is for did you ever watch GUTS on Nickelodeon?

I've never even heard of it. But I didn't actually have Nickelodeon growing up.

H - is for the last person who HUGGED you?

I honestly have no clue who it was. I don't get many hugs, if that hasn't been clear lol

I - is for close your eyes.. what IMAGE do you see?

Like those weird star thingies you see when you close your eyes. And red blackness.

J - is for have you ever been to JAIL?

Nope.

K - is for when is the last time you flew a KITE?

I don't think I ever did.

L - is for the LOVE of your life.

Well if we don't count Park Jimin... which we don't because he doesn't know I exist, then no one.

M - is for the last piece of MAIL you got.

Probably some bills. I should check my post office though, I ordered something that should probably have arrived by now.

N - is for do you remember NERF guns?

I do.

O - is for do you OWN a car?

I don't yet, but my parents will soon give me and my sister their old car since they got a new one. So I technically will own one.

P - is for your favorite PASTTIME.

Doing surveys, reading, watching stuff on YT or wherever, scrolling through apps, etc.

Q - is for do you like peace & QUIET?

I definitely do. But I also like chaos.

R - is for do you like the color RED?

I'm okay with it.

S - is for how many hours of SLEEP you need to function?

My phone actually tracks that now, it turns out I get like 5.30h on average almost every day. And I feel totally fine with that, but I probably shouldn't.

T - is for what TIME is it?

1:19 PM

U - is for what is UNDER your bed?

Nothing, I think. I hope.

V - is for what you did last VALENTINE'S day.

Nothing, Valentine's is nothing special for me.

W - is for do you drink a lot of WATER?

Not as much as I should, though I've increased the intake a bit.

X - is for have you ever had an X-RAY?

When I was little yes, and also one for my wisdom tooth.

Y - is for the last person you YELLED at.

I actually have no clue. It's extremely rare that I yell at someone.

Z - is for have you ever watched ZORRO?

Nope.

RANDOM

Who do you wish you could hang out with right now?

Tbh no one right now. I haven't seen anyone aside from my sister for almost a week, but I don't really mind. I'm honestly just tired of always pushing for plans and waiting for people to answer messages and then them suddenly cancelling plans and so on and so on. So I decided not to bother this weekend and I just stayed at home.

Name one thing you absolutely can not stand.

Andrew Tate fans.

Where do you spend most of your time?

In my room, probably.

If you could fly, where would you go first?

Japan.

What was the best vacation you've ever been on?

Thassos in 2007, such fun times.

Have you ever hit a squirrel when you were driving?

No, and I hope I never do.

Did your car ever break down?

One time I think something was with its battery while I was driving, but we resolved that.

What's your favorite thing to do on the weekend?

Hang out with my friends, which is why they piss me off so much with their constant indecisiveness and inability to get to their damn phones and answer. Actually, I know they are on their phones, which only makes it worse.

What radio station do you listen to most often?

I don't normally listen to the radio unless I'm in the car.

Pick one: Papa John's, Dominoes, or Pizza Hut.

I've never tried any of these.

What is the longest amount of time you've been awake?

Like hours? Idk, less than 48, more than 24.

What would you do if you found out the world was ending in one week?

Lol I don't know. I guess I'd follow the development on social media or something. Also, I'd just quit all of my jobs and do nothing all day.

Do scary movies make you paranoid when you watch them alone?

No, or at least not seriously paranoid. A little bit, yeah, but that's exactly the charm.

Name one thing you've lied about recently.

I'm not sure, it was probably something really small and silly. But I always lie about the smallest things because it's more convenient or because I don't want the other person to feel bad or whatever. Like, for example, if I make plans to meet with someone and wait for a long time, when they ask me how long I've waited, I just say 5-10 minutes.

What is the worst movie you've ever seen?

I don't know, because some movies are so bad they are good. I'm trying to think of one that really pissed me off, but nothing comes to mind right now.

Who was the first person to ever give you flowers?

Not sure about the first person, but one friend gave me a sunflower for my birthday which was super cute but I made it super awkward and I still hate myself for it lol. Tom, I'm sorry, man.

#personal #surveys

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tatakaebomb · 2 years

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Knock knock

ꕥ Pairing : Neighbour Jean x Y/N

ꕥ Synopsis : Learn to knock next time! Or maybe don’t…

ꕥ Word count : 1.4k

ꕥ A/N : Confident jean brain rot okay stfu

ꕥ TW : vouyerism, thigh humping, creaming, suggested pussy fucking lol, oral, masterbation, perv jean & y/n ig, size kink, drug usage, teasing, cum licking, finger sucking, pussy cupping, spanking, under the influence sex, probs more 18+

Today was a long day, you had rowdy customers, you got stuck in traffic, manager wouldn't stop whining all day, not to mention the amount of college work you had to fall back on. You were stressed out your mind, nothing could cheer you up at this point.

Walking into your apartment you sighed happily at the feeling of an empty home. Finally, some peace and quiet, some time for yourself.

You were at the age of 21 and nothing was coming worse to you, your financial issues were getting so bad you had to offer out half your apartment. Luckily your new neighbour soon became a friend of yours, the occasional hi and bye went a long way between you two and that soon turned into more. His name turned out to be jean kirstein , he's 21 like you, studies marketing and business and - like you - is broke. It doesn't help the fact all he really does is party and smoke all the time, but your no personal parent of his to comment on that.

'Cant wait to shower..' you murmured, slipping out of your clothes and turning the tap on, hot water dribbling down your body as you sighed in ecstasy. You felt yourself getting more and more tired at the feeling of the water. Planning on going bed and sleeping right after.

'Mmm...shit.....' 'fucckkkkk....'

Noises from outside your door stirred you awake, faint grunting and moaning coming from the living room ticked you off enough, your lack of sleep really playing up at this time.

'What the fuck?' You blabber, rubbing your eyes in an attempt to hope this was all in your head. But no, the noises kept going on, getting more frantic and louder. Grunting you strolled out of bed, walking over to the door and swinging it open.

No other light was on beside the living room light, you began to get more unhinged at the feeling of someone breaking in and entering, especially when there's only one of you against the thief.

'If anyone's there, I'll phone the police' you call out, taking small slow steps towards the room.

The small dim of a light that creaked through the door was enough to show you what's going on. Crouching down slightly you gripped on the handle, peaking through the creak only to see something you wish you didn't.

There sat your neighbour, legs splayed out slightly as his hand gripped tight on his cock, rubbing at an agonising face, head fallen back and mouth agape.

You felt intrusive, a small gasp mustered out your lips as you realised what was going on. Only it wasn't small and you accidentally pushed the door open, falling face first inside.

'SHIT Y/N!' He shouted, grabbing a pillow to try cover up his indecency

'I PROMISE ITS NOT LIKE IT LOOKS.'

'Were you watching me?!'

'NO- no- I mean I was but I didn't mean to-'

'You didn't m- what?!'

'As in, I thought we had a robber, so I went downstairs and saw a light and looked inside and saw you but I promise I didn't see much I didn't-'

'Okay okay it's fine just calm down.' He sighed, pulling up his pants and helping you up. The palm of one of your hands rubbing against your bruised forehead. 'You hurt?'

'No I'm fine... imma just go bed'

'Well your down here now, just stay'

You and jean were no stranger to each other, and that was so evident. But hanging out for this long, one on one felt nice. If only you didn't feel so awful about the earlier event...

‘When was the last time we spoke like this’ he asks, turning of the television and glancing at the clock to read the time : 3:11am

‘Like, three weeks ago?’

‘I forget how good it feels to speak to you, your not so much of a handful you come of as’ mockingly pinching your cheek, he snickers as you roll your eyes.

‘Me? Your the one always making a mess…’

‘Pretty sure that’s all you doll.’ Was his last words, before getting distracted, the room silenced, nothing but the comfort of his body near yours was felt.

'Jean...' you mumble, watching him take a hit from his spliff, offering you a drag but you politely decline. Head already spinning from your previous hits.

'Hm?'

'About earlier...'

'Finally ready to admit it?'

Admit what? You think. Eyebrow tugging upwards as he doesn't even look at you, too busy burning out the rest of the spliff.

'Admit what?'

'Admit that you lied. You knew I was in here and you deliberately creeped it. I ain't gonna kill you..'

'I- what? No. It was a genuine accident'

His eyes flicked over to you, analysing your frustrated face, eliciting a laugh from the pits of his chest before he turns to you. Cupping your face and squeezing your plush cheeks. Laughing as he watched your lips pucker up.

'Accidents happen... could've been worst anyways. Could've walked in on me having sex'

A laugh left your chest wholesomely, but he didn't nothing but smile at it. Loving how the sides of your eyes start to crinkle and the quiet air fills up with the sound of you. His eyes still forced on yours.

Jean may of been your neighbour, but the way he was staring you up made you have that gut feeling that this wasn’t impulsive… that he might’ve been wanting you for longer than you thought

'You look better up close...'

'What you tryna say?'

'Always taking things so defensive.' He chuckled, grabbing your arm to pull you closer. You felt your cheeks heat up, his fingers stroking gently at your skin, moving a strand of hair behind your ear. 'You always this bold? Or is it the weed talking?'

'I think I can handle a few hits okay?'

‘Really? Let’s hope you can handle this’ Dragging the spliff to his lips, he takes one last hit. Bottling the smoke inside of him before nearing your lips, pulling them open and exhaling inside you. The border of yours lips drying up as he stares deep into your eyes. Only to plant his lips straight onto yours, hand cupping the back of your head to pull you closer.

It carried on like that, your wet lips smashed against his as you made out, his arm pulling you onto his lap, boner nudging your already wet pussy as you began grinding onto him.

Parting from you, he took in your body. Finger moving to tweak at your tits, making you blush and swat him away. ‘Nervous thing aren’t ya?’

‘No…’

‘Yeah you are…’ he smiles contently ‘Can already feel how wet you are…’ hand cupping under your pussy, helping to push in slightly and feel how you began to drip

‘Jean…’ you moan, hand leaning down to claw out his cock, watching it slap against his stomach. The small cocky smirk on lips tugged up as he stared up at your expression. Eyes wide open from shock at how big he was, your smaller hand no match for the width on him. ‘Oh my…’

‘I thought you were confident?’

‘I didn’t expect all this…’ you spoke, starting to line yourself up, only for his hand to swat you away, face squirming up at his denial

‘You blue balled me not long ago and now your tryna have sex? I’m not that easy.’ He laughed, watching your shocked expression ‘you gotta earn it.’

‘How?’

Hiking you up, he pushed you onto his thigh, guiding your hips so you begin riding it, your small hands gripping his shoulders. ‘Get off like this’

Reluctantly, you pushed yourself on and off, head rolled back as he laid back and watched, analysing how your tits began moving through your top, and your lip quivering as you go faster and faster, the girth on his leg letting you spread out wider and wider.

‘Jean please…’

The tremble of his leg bounced you up and down, a fast gasp eliciting from your mouth as you gripped him closer, foreheads connecting as his knee moved quickly enough to almost get you off, the angle your at hitting your clit gently, agonisingly teasing you. Your soft moans like music to his ears ‘fuck I-I’m close’

‘Already? Wow you don’t even need me do ya?’ Spanking the side of your leg, grabbing the flesh of your ass and clenching it hard between his fingers.

‘No- no please… I do… fuck I’m s-so close..’ your lips slammed onto his angrily as he moved faster, vibrations sent in and out of your wet pussy, the slick of you pulled into your underwear, dampening the surface and leaking onto jeans exposed skin underneath you, small coo’s of ‘fuck’ in one of your ears and out the other. ‘Ah yes- yes…’

You felt it trickle out of you, head leaned back to catch your breath, the ooze of your cum leaked onto him. Your wet cunt already throbbing for more, his thigh had you cumming so fast imagine what his cock could do. Stretching you out and pounding you so hard you’d be sore for days.

‘Took you for a squirter not a creamer… maybe that’ll change’ laughing, he places you down. Gathering up some of your cum and tasting it, only to push those same fingers down your throat and tear off your panties, mesmerised with how wet you were, your cunt practically glistening.

‘Oh and just to let you know’ he looks up from between your legs, watching your teary eyes swell from how much he’s teasing you ‘I was thinking bout you earlier..’

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hcpefulmarshmallow · 6 years

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BADABING! The next damnation has arrived! M!A: Ko will be a TOTAL Casanova/Master Flirt for 48 hours starting valentines day! ( ´ ▽ ` )✨✨💕

M!A: Getting Lucky Is A Talent Of Mine - For the next 48(ish) hours, Komaeda will be a massive flirt. Happy Valentine’s Day!

–Current threads/etc. will not be affected. Time: 8:10pm GMT+10, 14-02-17

“So, if I’m garbage, I guess that means someones should take me out. I mean, if the holiday fits…”

#(mmm this is what i called it last time i got this m!a. i'm so laaazy)#(also....innuendos. you're getting puns and innuendos.)#M!A: ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʟᴜᴄᴋʏ ɪs ᴀ ᴛᴀʟᴇɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴍɪɴᴇ (Flirt)#ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴜsᴛ ʙᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʙᴏʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴘᴇsᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ [reply]#Anonymous #answered

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raysofcrosby · 2 years

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i'll be home for christmas – m. tkachuk

warnings: mentions of sex – oral (m+f) receiving, fingering, unprotected sex (pls be safe!!), language, dirty talk, basically 18+, angst, asshole!matt realizing he made a big mistake and learning what he did two years earlier, bestfriend!brady rightfully calling matt a dumbass, italics signify flashbacks! oh, also the word p*nties, bc that word makes me cringe and it pretty much deserves its own warning.

requested: yes | no

inspiration: part two to baby, it's cold outside. otherwise known as the other side of the one-night stand...and the aftermath.

word count: 22,352 of pure unedited material [i thought i got carried away on part 1? lol well...i really got carried away on this one]

an: so definitely shoutout to @bqstqnbruin for helping me with the title bc i was ✨struggling✨ to decide as well as the writing a line that's painful bc she is the queen of angst and dialogue– guess which one it is and you get a prize [the prize is heartbreak<3] and yes, even though december is well over, the title is a christmas song [since we're on brand for that].

| part one • part three |

"Oh shit," he mumbled, keeping his eyes closed and shutting them tightly as he took a deep breath and exhaled, his right hand coming up and rubbing his right eye as he slowly opened them being greeted with the view of his ceiling.

He let his arm fall down beside him as he sighed again, slowly blinking and trying to wake himself up. He wasn't the least bit surprised of the pounding in his head. He knew that everyone had gone pretty hard last night at the bar, Brady ordering more shots than he could and both you and Matt partaking in Brady's shenanigans more than you should have.

What he was surprised by though, was the fact that you were still in his bed. If anything, he figured you would've freaked out the moment everything happened and waited till he was asleep to get dressed and sleep in the guest bedroom or even his living room.

Surprised? Yes, but not the least disappointed about waking up to your arm wrapped around his waist, a leg resting between his own, your head resting on his chest and the scent of your favorite shampoo and conditioner you always switched too in the winter months to "really get in the Christmas spirit," filling his nostrils. If anything, he didn't want to move a single inch because he knew that the peace in the moment would be gone and he spent too long wishing for this very moment to happen, just for him to ruin it.

He carefully brought his right hand up and rested it against your arm, his thumb brushing against your soft skin as his left hand came up behind your head and brushed some of your bedhead out of your face, tucking it behind your ear. It was the most nervous he ever was the moment you shifted, rubbing your cheek against his chest and your nose scrunching as you sighed. He was terrified you would wake up, see where you were, who you were with and absolutely lose your shit in the most you way possible– by making up some lie about needing to go back to your hotel, getting dressed and leaving his apartment, all while panicking on the inside.

But that didn't stop him from resting his own cheek against the stop of your head, the movements of his thumb, still brushing against your arm softly or his fingers tangling themselves in the ends of your hair. He was going to soak up every single minute he had with you like this, because he knew it wasn't going to last.

"Mmm five more minutes," you groaned, causing Matt to freeze his movements and an internal panic to rise even as you mumbled something else before sighing. "No, Mom, I'm not asking him."

This time, Matt couldn't help himself but to laugh. He never knew you talked in your sleep, even if between the few clear words you said, was just a bunch of mumbling and grumbling. Of all of the times he'd been around for the sleepovers you had in their living room with Brady and Taryn growing up or down in the basement, never once had he heard you mumble a word in your sleep. It was cute and he liked it a lot.

"Shut up, Brady." You huffed, kicking Matt's calf lightly, your once relaxed face now scrunched up in frustration before you blew out a breath of air and your face relaxed all except for your eyebrows, which were still partially furrowed.

Annnnnnd the moment was ruined, for that was the very reason why Matt never acted out on the secret crush he's harbored for you since the summer before he went into sixth grade when you made him a "good luck on your first day of middle school, don't get shoved into a locker," card and gifted it to him that last summer night all thanks to the way too many watchings of Max Keeble's Big Move. Back then, it was really more of a friend crush because you were still two years younger than him. But by the time the summer before his junior year arrived, it had formed into a real crush and it was all thanks to the cake smashing prank on your 14th birthday.

You'd been talking about it non-stop for weeks– how you were finally turning 14 and you couldn't wait to start school because that meant you were finally in high school. You were excited about having a party for your birthday, versus the dinner with family and close family friends and the sleepover with five of your closest girl friends that followed. This time– it was an actual party and you'd spent every waking moment after school or after soccer practice at Matt's house talking to his mom and getting help planning it.

And like they did every year, Matt and his family came over to your house to celebrate your birthday. Normally, he, Brady and Taryn pooled their money together to get you a gift, but Taryn and Brady both decided to venture off on their own, making it a contest on who knew you better and would get you the better gift. Matt sucked at gifts, plain and simple. Shopping for his parents on birthdays and holidays was easy– they were happy with anything he got them and always wanted the simple things. His siblings were easy too– though Taryn was starting to get a little hard to shop for because of her changing tastes. But everyone else...he didn't have a clue. So shopping for your present was his own kind of torture.

In the end, he chose to buy you a new mini soccer goal set since the netting on yours had torn and some soccer charm wish bracelet he saw in a store while shopping at the mall with their Mom– Brady and Taryn in search for your present. Everything was going well and the party was fun, though Matt wasn't really all that into hanging out with a bunch of 13-year-olds...he didn't mind it because it was your birthday. Come time for cake, he recognized that Brady had been acting a little shifty. Everyone sang, you blew out your candles and everyone was getting their slice of cake. You waited till everyone else had gotten one, your mom saving you the piece with your name on it and when you turned away from the table to come and sit where Matt, Brady and Taryn was– he noticed Brady get up quickly and stop you from sitting down just as you neared the table.

It happened in a flash– Brady pushing your hand that was holding your plate up to your face and pressing it against you, laughing before running away when you tore the plate away from your fake and went to throw it at him. The vanilla frosting and sprinkles were covering your face and you could barely see through it, but Matt could tell that you were upset. So...to keep your first party from turning into a total disaster, he got up, grabbed your hand and led you back into your house, down the hall and into the downstairs bathroom.

"I'm going to kill him," you cried, stomping your foot and simultaneously licking the frosting off of your lips. "I can't believe he did this today of all days!"

"I wish I could tell you why he did it," Matt sighed, squeezing the excess water out of the washcloth before bringing it up to your face, wiping off the frosting. "But Brady can be an asshole sometimes for no reason."

"He's getting his stupid payback is what he's doing," you huffed, crossing your arms and leaning back against the bathroom counter. "I kept telling him that I didn't mean to tell Natalie he has a crush on her last week at practice, it just slipped out."

"Natalie? Like your teammate?" Matt asked, rinsing the wash cloth out again before bringing it back to your face. "Brady doesn't have a crush on her."

"Really? I could've sworn he did," you replied, resting your hands on the counter and sighing. "He's never come to my games before and last week he came to a scrimmage...a scrimmage, Matt! Those don't even count. Plus it was like he was staring at her the whole time and they talked after while I was talking to coach."

Matt laughed, holding your chin in place as he wiped away the last big clump of frosting away from your nose and eyes. "As far as I know he doesn't have a crush on her."

Your eyebrows furrowed as Matt leaned to the left, reaching next to you to rinse and ring the washcloth out one last time. "Then why would he come to my scrimmage?"

"I don't know," Matt lied, shrugging his shoulders as he came back, grabbing onto your chin with your left hand and wiping away the last bit of frosting off of your cheek with the wash cloth in his right hand. "But don't let my dumbass brother ruin your night, okay?"

You looked up at him, directly into his eyes and nodded. "Okay. Thank you, Matty."

He smiled slightly and rolled his eyes, tossing the washcloth at your face lightly as he stepped back from you. "Don't mention it, dork."

Maybe tossing the frosting covered washcloth directly into your face wasn't the best decision, but it was the only thing he could think of doing to take his mind off of the small feelings of butterflies in his stomach. You ended up having a great party, you loved his gift and he even helped you get revenge on Brady by aiding in distracting him while she came up behind him and shoved a piece of cake into his face. And at the end of the night as most of the guests were leaving, you had enticed him into playing a one on one game with your new mini goal set. And when you won and insisted you play another game because he let you win that one, Matt agreed and you played again.

Only he didn't let you win the first one...or the second one, but he'd never tell because he liked playing against you. And maybe it was the moment he helped you clean the frosting off your face or maybe it was during your one on one soccer game where he felt the atmosphere shift for the first time whenever he was around you. He didn't know and it didn't matter. None of what happened that night mattered because even if all the stars aligned and he finally had the guts to make a move any of the years after that there was always one thing– well, technically one person– in his way.

Brady.

From the moment Brady ever started to actually like girls once he reached kindergarten, Matt knew that Brady had a crush on you. He knew it when he had their mom buy extras of your favorite chocolates for Valentine's Day in third grade. He knew it when Brady called dibs on sitting next to you on every single ride that trip to Six Flags in sixth grade. And he knew it that night of your birthday party, when you asked what other reason Brady had for bothering to come to a soccer scrimmage.

The answer was you, and Matt knew it all along, which is why he never got the courage to even drop clues about how he felt about you as you guys got older and went through high school and even after. Because Brady was his brother and Brady was practically in love with you and had been for years. He couldn't do that to his own brother, let alone you– the real nightmare having been the moment you would possibly have to choose between the two of them.

But then Brady met Emma his freshman year at Boston and he's been hooked on her ever since. So there was nothing standing in his way of finally making a move and letting you know just how he felt about you...yet he still couldn't do it. Maybe it was because for the last two-ish years the two of you hadn't talked as much as your normally did.

You weren't as active in the groupchat you had with him, Brady and Taryn– especially when he was. You didn't visit on your spring break like you had your first two years. Summers at home were fine, you still hung around and things felt the same...but felt so different at the same time and he couldn't figure out if he was just imagining all those times he caught you rolling your eyes at him when he said something or if you were actually doing it out of spite.

And it's not like last night could wipe any of that doubt out of his mind, because even though the night ended with the two of you naked in his bed, you were both still drunk. He always told you that you were way too nice for your own good when you were drunk. Besides that, he still couldn't help but think about the last time he'd seen you so happy and carefree around him like that– again, two years ago...the last time you had come up to Calgary during your winter break with Taryn to fly home with him.

Matt sighed, looking back down at you fast asleep and taking the moment in before he knew he was going to ruin it. He carefully moved your arm off of him as he rolled onto his side, laying it down onto his mattress. You moved your leg, mumbling in your sleep as he laid there frozen. When he didn't hear you or feel you move, he slid his legs towards the side of the bed, slowly putting his feet onto the floor and standing up.

He laughed to himself when he looked back at you, still lying in the same position and fast asleep. Your hair was fanned out over the pillows, your lips pursed and finally...your eyebrows had relaxed with the rest of your face as you slept soundly beneath his sheets in his bed. The cold air of his room sent a chill down his spine and he quietly rushed into the bathroom as fast as he could, wanting nothing more than to crawl right back into bed and soak up whatever time left he had in this bliss.

Once he was done, he washed his hands, drying them on the towel hanging up on the side of his shower and walked back into his room, only to see you rolled over onto your back, your head turned to the left and your left arm resting on top of it– the new position exposing half of your chest and all the hickeys Matt had left behind last night. It was embarrassing just how fast he felt the familiar twinge as he walked closer, pulling the comforter up just enough to cover you again– though the marks were still visible along your neck and collarbone.

"You should've seen all the looks those assholes gave me when we left the bar. If looks could kill, I would've been six feet under before we reached the door," he mumbled, nipping carefully on your neck. "All because they're jealous I'm the one taking you home. That you're in my bed and not theirs."

"They never stood a chance, Matty," you whispered, hands interlocking at the nape of his neck. "I'm all yours."

"Yeah?" He smirked, hands cupping the sides of your chest, his thumbs brushing against your skin.

"Yeah," you echoed, nodding. "So do it."

"Do what?" He asked, pushing himself up, hovering over you.

You pulled him back down, lips ghosting over his before moving towards his ear and sending chills down his spine. "Mark me up so they'll all know I'm yours."

He walked back around to his side of the bed, climbing back in as he yawned. Once he covered himself back up he looked at you, still sleeping soundly and haven't moved a muscle since. He picked his phone up off of his bedside table, checking the time– 10:45. He had some texts from Taryn, Brady, Rasmus, Jacob and Adam (the group who went out last night), one from his mom and then a ton of instagram notifications. Not bothering to read the sibling group chat– he just sent a thumbs up emoji to let them know he was alive and then put his phone back down, rolling over and closing his eyes.

He should at least be able to get a few more minutes of sleep before starvation set in for one of you.

But apparently, that wasn't the case and the universe wasn't on his side because after only having his eyes closed for five minutes...he heard you shifting beside him and mumbling softly, starting to wake up. He froze in his spot, trying to keep his breathing slow as he contemplated what to do. He could totally just roll over, put on a charming smile and say good morning– get ahead of the freak out or he could just pretend to be asleep and wait for you to leave.

"Oh no, no, no...please tell me I didn't," you whispered softly, Matt feeling the chill of the room enter beneath the comforter as you lifted it.

Annnnd fake being asleep it was. It surprisingly wasn't his first choice...but after hearing the disappointment in your voice...or maybe it was fear? It didn't matter, because either way, just hearing those words sank his heart into his chest.

Was waking up in his bed that bad?

"No, this can't be happening. I did not have sex with someone in Matthew's bed, no way. Nope, sorry." You whispered to yourself, not realizing you were a lot louder than you thought you were.

Hold up...did you not look at who was lying next to you? He wondered and was doing a horrible job at trying to keep himself from laughing. But still– maybe there was still a chance that your freakout would be less...dramatic if he just sat up right now and–

"I'll just...take a quick look and then prepare my begging and apology now. Yeah, that'll work. He'll have to forgive me. Or, I could play ignorant and just fake falling asleep somewhere else until Matt wakes up. Those options could both work."

Now Matt was really having a hard time not to laugh. You reacted exactly how he knew you would and it was almost scary how spot on he was with his prediction on what you would do. He was seconds away from sighing heavily and rolling himself over to reveal that he was awake until he heard you gasp.

"Please don't be naked, please don't be naked," you whispered, followed by another cool rush of air beneath his comforter, goosebumps forming on his skin until it dropped just as fast as it had been picked up.

Cue the dramatics, he thought as he rolled his eyes. It wasn't that bad to wake up in his bed, it's not like he's ever had complaints before...though really, no girls ever stayed the night. They walked in, had fun and then he walked them right back out. The same went for if he went to their place, in, out and back home in two hours, maybe an hour and a half. But you were being way past dramatic and he was over it. So when he felt you try to sneak out of the bed, he faked a groan into his pillow...which was actually a laugh at your horrible attempt at sneaking out from beneath the sheets.

You could've had the common decency to at least check to see if he was awake.

He smiled as you waited a few seconds before trying to move again, this time moving his right arm out from beneath his pillow and plopping it down on where he figured you were still lying down– and boy was he right because he now had his hand on your right boob. Now he was really struggling not to laugh and knew he was about seconds away from ruining his fake sleep excuse, so he did the one thing he knew would get you out of the bed– he squeezed your boob.

A gasp and a smack to the hand was enough to almost make him snort as he started to roll over, holding back from fully doing so until he heard his bathroom door shut and then he rolled over onto his back, shaking his head and smiling as he balanced on his elbows. He reached over, grabbing his phone again and this time really checking his messages.

G.O.A.T(aryn): 👍🏻? What is that supposed to mean?

Matt: I think it means that we're both not dead, so don't worry about it.

Bro with the flow: Pretty sure the original concern was whether or not you killed each other...proof of life for y/n?

Matt looked towards the bathroom door, heavily considering knocking on it and letting you know he was awake and had been, and was also in dire need of a proof of life pic per his siblings request, but ultimately decided not to since watching you panic was slightly entertaining in itself.

Matt: That's need to know information and you two don't need to know.

Bro with the flow: UMMM I'd say I'm pretty in the need to know if you killed my best friend last night...

G.O.A.T(aryn): Did you guys at least get home safely? It started to snow pretty bad last night sometime when you guys left without telling one anyway– so thanks for that heart attack.

Matt: We're grown adults, we don't need supervision.

Bro with the flow: y/n is a grown adult, you're a grown child. You need every bit of supervision.

Matt: I'm older wtf.

Bro with the flow: Which means you should also know to tell someone you're leaving before you actually do 🙂God knows what you two even did last night.

Annoyed with the lecture, he snapped a picture of your half of the unmade bed and his closed bedroom door, sending it off.

Matt: Fine since you're so in the need to know: we made it home safely, we had sex and she's in the bathroom. Good? Did you get all of that?

G.O.A.T(aryn): 😳

G.O.A.T(aryn): I KNEW IT!!!!!!

Bro with the flow: I could've done without the whole sex part and you could've at least kicked the empty condom box out of the picture but yeah sure. So happy you're alive.

Matt stopped replying to their siblings group chat, instead opening his messages with his mom.

Mom 💙: Aw, you two look great! Glad to see you guys are having fun out there. Can't wait for you to come home!

Mom 💙: And be safe tonight! Make sure you have a ride back and that the girls get home safely as well as you, your brother and friends!

He furrowed his eyebrows, scrolling up to see what she was talking about, only to see a total of five pictures he'd sent sometime at the bar. The first one was of the group all together, most likely from the beginning from the night. The second was of him, Taryn and Brady. The third was the same, but with you and Emma added in. The fourth was a picture of you and Matt sitting next to each other at the bar, smiling at the camera and from this angle he knew someone else had to take a picture. The last and final picture was a selfie of the two of you. You were standing in front of him, your back pressed to his chest and his arm was draped over your shoulder and resting just across the front of your chest and your hands were both reaching up and holding onto his arm. The both of you had big smiles on your faces and his head was leaning towards yours, partially resting against it, while you looked relaxed into him.

It was funny how in the first picture, the two of you were on opposite sides, but as the pictures and the night went on, you slowly started gravitating towards one another. He couldn't stop staring at and comparing the first and last picture. Your smile was different with him– and maybe it could be brushed off as the alcohol, but he knew it wasn't. This smile in your guys' selfie, both of your smiles looked happy, genuine. Hell, he was even smiling with his teeth and he hated doing that...but there he was in the picture with you...doing it.

"Come on, Matty you've got to really smile," you pouted, looking up at him.

"I am smiling, see?" He replied, smiling and looking back at his camera. "Now smile."

"That's not a real smile, Matthew Tkachuk," you replied, glaring at him through his camera screen. "I know your smile, I've seen your smile and you," you turned around, poking him in the chest. "Have a really pretty smile, I love it. It shows off your cute dimple."

"You think my dimple's cute?" He laughed, trying to prevent himself from blushing.

"I think you're cute," you replied, turning back around and looking at the camera. "And if you don't really smile for this picture, I'll text your Mom and tell her that you've been bullying me since Taryn and I got here."

"I have–"

"Then smile," you replied, looking up at him, putting on another pout. "For me, please?"

"Fine, only for you though."

You leaned up and kissed his cheek before reaching up and grabbing onto his hands as he draped his arm across you. "Thank you, Matty."

Matt sighed, getting up out of his bed and walked around it towards the bathroom door. He was ready to just face the music and talk to you about what happened last night, hoping that the two of you could sit down and talk about what it meant...maybe what it could even turn into. He wouldn't be mad if it was a reoccurring thing or if you guys decided to pursue something– maybe he'd even find the guts to tell you how he's felt all these years.

With a quiet sigh, he raised his hand to knock on the when he heard you groan. "God, y/n, what did you do last night?"

He froze, blinking as his eyebrows furrowed. Maybe it was because he was listening through a wooden door, maybe it was because he couldn't see your face to match it to your words or the muffled tone of your voice...but he didn't get the best feeling. And suddenly, every bit of wanting to talk about what happened, to see where it could go if you wanted it to flew right out the window and took any slight ounce of courage he had to tell you about his feelings with it.

Matt sighed again, walking away from the bathroom door and back towards his spot on the bed, climbing back underneath the comforter and putting his phone back onto his bedside table. He stayed on his right side, closing his eyes and trying to get himself to go back to sleep, but no matter how hard he tried, all he was able to focus on was trying to figure out what you meant about that and how you really felt about what happened last night.

That and could hear your pacing just behind his bathroom door.

He held his breath the moment he heard the door slowly open, then realized that he was supposed to be faking being asleep and let it out, trying to steady his breathing to make you think he was fast asleep...all while his eyes were staring straight ahead at his bedroom wall. For a moment, he thought you had changed your mind and weren't going to tiptoe your way around his room without at least bothering to see if he was awake or to say good morning, but then he heard the rustling of you picking your jeans up off the floor, your belt clanking as you draped them over your arms.

Then the sound of his bedroom door closing and he let out of heavy sigh, rolling himself over and sitting up, staring at the door wondering if he should go after you or to just let you leave. Besides, it wasn't like he wouldn't be seeing you again in a little less than 24 hours. He waited a little bit longer until he heard what he thought was his apartment door closing before he got up out of his bed and wandered out into the apartment, seeing that you and any sign of you were gone. He tried not to focus too hard on the small feeling of disappointment he felt deep in his chest, instead moving into the kitchen to do what he always did mornings after a night out:

make some breakfast and lounge around until he found something to do.

And since he still needed to take a shower to wash off the booze that was leaking through his pores, he just stayed commando as he started to walk towards the fridge to grab the egg carton, bringing it out and walking back to the counter when his cell phone rang. He sighed, brushing the call off as Taryn or Brady or even someone else and was too hungry to walk back into his bedroom where he'd left his phone, letting it ring until it stopped.

He walked back to the fridge to grab the remaining bell pepper he'd cut up the other day for a snack, and grabbed the sausage as well before closing the fridge and walking back to the counter...hearing his phone ring again. Clearly someone was trying to get in contact with him, so he walked all the way back into his room, grabbed his phone off of his bedside table and looked down at the screen to see the front desk was calling instead of you or even Taryn or Brady.

Picking it up, he pressed the green circle, putting the call onto speaker phone as he walked back out towards his kitchen. "Hello?"

"Hey, Matthew? This is Julian down at the front desk–"

"Oh hey man, how are you doing? They're not working you too hard are they?" Matt asked, placing the phone down on the kitchen counter as he moved toward thee cupboard to grab a bowl and plate.

"Yeah, I'm good man. But hey listen, there's a girl down here, says her name is y/n l/n–"

Matt laughed to himself quietly, only imagining why you were stopped at the front desk. "Is she harassing you?"

"Um, no. You guys actually came back together last night and you stopped by the front desk for a bit. But listen, she wants to know if she can come back up."

"Can I talk to him?" Matt heard you whisper– you were always a pretty bad whisperer.

"Hm, I don't think I remember that," he joked, smiling to himself as he started to crack the eggs. "Can you ask her what her name is again? And how exactly I know her? My memory is a little hazy."

"Ma'am, what's your name again and how do you know him?"

Matt could only imagine the look on your face as Julian asked you to confirm your name and explain how you knew him. He would also be lying if he said that he wasn't the least bit curious to what your answer would be. Would you brush yourself off as just another girl making the walk of shame out of a random guys' apartment or would you explain that you'd spent the night in your childhood friends friend and blush as you said so?

"Uh, Matthew, she wants to talk to you."

Before he could even tell Julian no, he could hear the transferring of phones and then your slight scoff. "Matthew?"

"You sound familiar, but I don't think I know any y/n l/n. The name truly doesn't ring a bell." he smiled, cracking another egg. "Though, I think I did know a girl like that once when I was growing up. She used to write in her diary, 'Future Mrs. Tkachuk' all the time, it was kind of cute actually–"

Yeah, cutesy and nauseating because he knew what you really meant to write in not so many words was– Future Mrs. Brady Tkachuk.

"Matthew, let me up or I'll tell Julian here the truth about how you actually lost your virginity and not the story you've told yo make yourself sound cool." He could tell by the tone of your voice that you weren't joking and the last thing he needed was for one of the front desk guys, a guy he'd actually partied with on some weekends, to know the story of how he lost his virginity. "Did you know Matthew's brother and I used to call him 15 sec–"

"Jesus Christ, fine," he huffed, grabbing the three eggs and throwing them away. "Hand him the phone you brat."

He knew you were smiling. Even in the silence...he knew you had that stupidly attractive smug smile whenever you'd gotten your way. "Nice doing business with you Matthew, I'll see you in a few minutes."

Matt rolled his eyes as he waited to hear you hand the phone back to Julian. "Hey man, just give her one of the extra keys I have down there, she's good to go. I've known her since we were kids, she's not a full on psychopath. And sorry for any dramatics she's done down there, she's got a talent for it."

"Alright Matt, I'll talk to you later."

"Later man," Matt replied, hanging up the phone and rolling his eyes before walking over to his front door, unlocking it.

He hated that you even knew how he lost his virginity and it was only because a group of you had gotten drunk at a party he and Brady threw at their house the same summer you and Brady had graduated high school– their parents out of town with Taryn at a field hockey tournament. Most of the guests had left, only the small group remaining that had stuck around even after the party ended since they were all spending the night had all decided to play truth or dare while trying to finish off the rest of the beers. And since everyone was way past drunk so there was no starting off small or calm with either the truth's or the dares.

He'd learned way more about his friends and both yours' and Brady's mutual friends than he ever wanted to– and you learned about his embarrassing first time story when Brady dared him to tell everyone about it. Long story short...he was 17 and playing with USNTDP, lost it at a party to some girl in one of his classes and it was a big emphasis on the short part– considering the entire experience had only lasted about 15 seconds.

He'd also felt jealousy over you for the first time when all of your dares seemed to revolve around Brady– give Brady a lap dance (that you laughed during the entire 10 seconds it happened), sit on Brady's lap the rest of the game, hold hands the rest of the game– so by the time you said dare and it was his turn, he dared you to ignore Brady the rest of the game. Petty? Absolutely. And it didn't turn out any better in his favor when you were dared to play seven minutes in heaven with Tommy Smultz– a boy who grew up right down the street from you guys and was also one of Matt's friends while growing up.

A dare was a dare but even through your intoxication and playful laugh as you grabbed Tommy's hand and led him over to the small coat closet in the basement, Matt saw your eyes flicker over in their direction– his and Bradys– as the quick flash of a frown showed too...and he's always imagined that you were looking at him, when he knew you were most likely looking at Brady.

He left the basement to go order pizza before the closet door closed and stayed up stairs until the pizza got there thirty minutes later.

As he moved the pots out from beneath the bottom cupboards, he grabbed a small skillet and stood back up, placing it on the counter just as a knock came from the door. "It's unlocked!"

"Listen, I want to be here just as much as you want me to be here, so let's just petend the other doesn't exist and oh my god, you're naked!"

Matt turned around and looked down, forgetting that he had skipped over putting on his boxers from last night before jumping into the shower after he ate. "It's my apartment," he laughed, walking back towards the counter with the carton of eggs in his hand, putting them back down. "Besides, it's not like you've never seen it before."

He decided he'd do the nice thing and make you breakfast since you were back in his apartment– his mom raised him right. And with the comment, he knew you'd most likely think back on your guys' night together, but there was another time when he'd been naked in front of you– and that one wasn't nearly as fun.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Sure you do, you and Brady pranked me that summer at the lake two years ago with dissolving swim trunks." He smiled as he caught sight of you shielding your eyes even though you were already staring at the wall. "Or are you so mesmerized by my bare ass that you forgot?"

"I'm taking a shower and borrowing some of your clothes," you replied, walking away and bumping into his dining room table, making him stifle a laugh. "Plug my phone in for me? It's dead."

"Sure, boss," Matt started to walk out of the kitchen as you neared his bedroom, you immediately walking again once you heard his steps no doubt. "I'm making breakfast, by the way."

"It's 11 o'clock."

"Fine, make your own omelet them. See if I care if you starve." He watched as you still tried to shield your view, even though he was way behind you now as if you weren't just all over his body last night. "Towels are in the cabinet by the tup. I'm sure you can figure out where my clothes are."

You closed his bedroom door behind you without a reply and he rolled his eyes, opening your purse and reaching in to grab your phone before walking back into the kitchen where he had a phone charge on the counter. When he got back into the kitchen, he grabbed the charger off of the counter and plugged your phone in. When he felt the small vibration in his hand, his eyebrows raised...he was still surprised your phone even worked after you dropped it in the sink with the ramen bowl you were trying to make last night.

"Oh shit, Matty," you whined, his arm right arm wrapped around your waist holding you up since resting your arms on the counter were doing no good.

"You need to come, y/n?" He whispered, lips pressed against your neck. "I can feel you squeezing my fingers, especially when I do this." He turned his wrist slightly, the pads of his fingertips, stroking at your g-spot teasingly like he'd been doing from the start.

You gasped his name just barely, your head falling down against your forearms as he repeated the motion again and again while his thumb nudged at your clit. "Matty please."

"'M gonna get you ready for me," he mumbled, hand moving faster as he heard your breathing pick up and felt your squirm against him, Matt taking advantage and pressing himself further against you. "You feel what you do to me? Y/n? That's all from you baby, I love making you feel good and hearing you whine my name."

The moan that emerged from the back of your throat as you reached down and gripped onto his right arm the moment you started to come around his fingers was hot enough to the point where that, added in with you squirming against his body and hand, almost made him erupt in his own pants. He kissed the part of your shoulder that was exposed from your bodysuit before reaching down and snapping your bodysuit back into place and then pulling up the jeans he'd pushed down to your mid thigh, leaving them unbuckled and unzipped.

"Are we done?" You asked, turning around and leaning back against the counter, your chest rising and falling still.

"Not even, but I'd rather not see you faceplant in my kitchen because your pants are halfway down," he laughed, resting his hands on your hips and leaning in to kiss you. "We've got all night, y/n. And I've been–" his eyes wandered towards the sink when he saw a light emerge from it, only to see your phone resting beneath the bowl of ramen– the steady stream of water falling onto both. "Oh shit."

"Mm oh well, no ramen," you replied, kissing his cheek and stepping out of the kitchen. "Let's go to the couch."

"But your phone–"

"It'll be fine in the morning," you replied, leaving him behind and walking into his living room.

He huffed, turning off the sink and grabbing your phone and a towel he had hanging off the oven handle, trying his best to check for damage and dry it off. You had a missed call from Taryn and some texts, but he just kept drying the phone off, ignoring both.

"Matty come on," you whined, sitting on the couch. "You said we weren't done and I want to suck–"

"Okay, shit, hold on," he huffed, tossing the towel onto the counter before making his way over to where you put your purse (on his floor, which wasn't at all surprising) and picking it up before dropping your phone into it and putting the purse back down on the ground. He walked over to the couch and plopped down next to you, turning to you with a smile. "Okay, now where were we?"

You straddled his lap, a smile on your face as you reached for your right shoulder, slowly tugging down at the material of your bodysuit. "Right about here."

A chill went up his spine and he rubbed his arms, noticing the goosebumps starting to rise on his skin. And then he remembered that his heater was still broken. He huffed, walking over to his bedroom door and getting ready to just barge in, but instead stopped and knocked.

"Yeah?" You called out, sounding nervous.

"Are you in the bathroom yet? I want to grab some clothes." He replied, leaning his left shoulder against the door.

"Whatever happened to 'sue me for wanting to walk around my apartment naked?'"

Matt rolled his eyes, standing up and grabbing onto the door handle. "It was nice until I remembered my heat stopped working yesterday and I haven't gotten anyone to fix it yet. So I'd love for you to get your ass in my bathroom before my dick freezes, shrinks and falls off."

"You sure it already hasn't shrunk yet?"

He rolled his eyes, no longer caring on whether or not you were in the bathroom or still in his room and no caring if he walked in on you dressed or naked– it's not like it wasn't anything he hadn't seen before...let alone in the last twelve hours. He opened the door, walking in just as he saw his bathroom door slide shut.

"It's the lighting!" He replied, walking over his dresser and opening a drawer, grabbing a pair of pajama pants and then another drawer for socks since his mom always told him that the quickest way to warm up, was by first covering your feet. "Besides, that's not what you were saying last night," he mumbled, shutting the drawers and tossing the clothes onto the end of his bed.

"For someone who just said that they're going to fuck me in their bed and then against their wall...there are still a lot of clothes involved right now." You said, arms wrapped around his neck.

"Just...give me a minute, okay?" He sighed, holding himself up partially so he wasn't fully lying on top of you.

"Tell me you didn't finish in your pants–"

"No, but–"

"Am I going to have to take my own pants off then or are you–"

"Y/n–"

You raised your hips up into his, pouting with your bottom lip. "Come on then, Matty."

He rolled his eyes, sighing again. "Y/n, I just want to–" He stopped looking down between you as he watched your hands unzip his already unbuttoned pants thanks to the blowjob you'd just given him out in the living room. "What are you doing, you dork?"

"I want you and you keep teasing me by dragging it out, so..." you started to tug his jeans down, his boxers lagging behind in the material. "I'll just start without–"

Matt reached down with both hands, grabbed yours and brought them up above your head, his body pressed against you fully as his lips ghosted over yours and he stared intensely into your eyes, desperately hoping you would be able to see the meaning behind his words. "I want you too."

He walked over to the bathroom door, knocking on it. "Don't spend all day in the shower either! I'd like to take one too and it's my apartment."

Without hearing your reply, he walked out of his room and shut the door, walking back towards the kitchen to finish making breakfast. He was already feeling a little warmer as he cooked his omelet before sliding it onto a plate and putting the plate up on the counter. He looked over towards his bedroom door, still hearing the shower water running and sighed, grabbing three more eggs before returning the egg carton back into his fridge, grabbing the small amount of spinach he had left that he was planning on later using today for a smoothie after his workout. But you liked spinach in your omelet and regardless of that he said it– he did care if you starved or not.

So, three eggs, a small handful of shredded cheese, the remainder of his spinach later and one complete omelet later...he placed your breakfast onto a separate plate and onto the counter beside his before grabbing you both forks– only hoping that you'd finish your shower soon so the two of you could eat and talk about last night.

A talk he was still trying to build up the courage to have.

Matt would be lying if he said watching you come out wearing some of his clothes didn't do something to him. Some of his clothes meaning that the moment you walked out in the red flames sweatshirt, he knew it wasn't his– and he didn't know whether to think too much into the fact that out of all of the sweatshirts he had in his closet, you chose a flames one, or to brush it off as coincidence and you were just trying to get dressed and fast, grabbing the first one you saw.

He did notice a few other things while he was in the shower though. A towel draped right next to his, that his shampoo, conditioner and body washed were no longer in their usual spaces and a wash cloth was hanging on the rack in the shower, which he assumed you used vice using his loofah. It was the thoughts of last night and knowing that you smelled like him after using his shower stuff and knowing of the existence of all the hickeys that he'd left on you last night that extended his shower a few minutes longer than he planned.

Even if the two of you did spend last night together, the last thing he wanted to do right now was walk back out into his apartment and spend the rest of the morning around you with a noticeable boner.

After he was done solving the issue, he took no time getting out of the shower and dressed into a new pair of pajama pants and socks before walking into his closet and grabbing his flames sweatshirt (the one with his name and number on the back) before walking back out into the apartment, only to see you fast asleep on the couch.

"God, I've thought of this so many times," he groaned, fighting for his life to keep his eyes open as he watched you hold him in your right hand, swirling your tongue around the throbbing head before letting him sink back into your mouth fully, all while your left hand was playing with his balls. "So, so, so many times."

His chest rose and fell heavily as he felt the build up from your endless teasing payback of his actions in the kitchen start to take over, his eyes fluttering shut as he leaned his head back against the couch cushion.

"Have you ever got yourself off thinking about me?" You whispered, brushing the pad of your thumb over his tip, licking up the underside of his cock before wrapping your lips around him again.

"Yeah," he mumbled, feeling himself twitch in your mouth as you kept bobbing up and down. "Thinking about this and– and oh shit," he'd been fighting his body's urge to thrust up into your mouth, but as he felt himself come undone, the tension he'd been feeling too much for his brain and it was like he shut down as he came inside your mouth– only being brought back to reality when he heard you gag harder than you had before...when you purposely and were prepared to take him fully into your mouth– not caught off guard.

"Agh shit sorry, sorry," he panicked, sitting himself up as you had your head turned to the side, coughing. "I didn't mean to...not so hard, shit, are you okay?"

"Great," you coughed again, your left hand coming up and grabbing at your throat as your right hand stayed put on his thigh. "Just got a little scared 'cause I choked a bit."

"Shit," he scooted towards the end of the cushion, cupping your face with his hands as he looked you over. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to I just– I got–"

"It's okay, Matty," you laughed, pushing yourself up onto your feet by using his knees as support. "You got a little excited, it's not like I died."

He swallowed the small knot in his throat, shaking his head as he let his hands fall onto his thighs. "But you said you couldn't breath."

"I said I choked, which is something I kind of expected when you came in my mouth because it was kind of a lot," you bent down and grabbed his hands, pulling him up onto his feet before wrapping your arms around his waist.

"Y/n," he sighed, reaching down and tucking himself back into his boxers and jeans before zipping them up.

"Don't y/n me, Matthew," you said, looking up at him and resting your chin on his bare chest. "I'm not dead, I was just caught off guard and didn't expect you to try and impale my throat, okay? So just relax."

Matt sighed, bringing his hands back up to your face and brushing his thumbs against your flushed cheeks. "Are you sure you're okay? The last thing I'd ever want to do is hurt you..."

"I'm perfectly fine, just really horny," you replied, looping your index fingers through his front belt loops and walking backwards towards his kitchen table before letting go and hopping up onto it, opening your legs and tugging him towards you by the belt loops once more. "But if you feel so bad, I know one way you can make it up to me," you whispered, pulling away from him with a playful smile on your face and grabbing his hands, resting them on the waistband of your jeans before leaning yourself back onto your elbows.

"Shit," he mumbled, reaching down and adjusting himself in his pajama pants before reaching just behind your legs and grabbing a pillow tossing it down at you. "Get up."

"Huh?" You asked, he clearly pulled you out of a dream state because you looked lost for a second until you looked at him.

"Get up, I'm sitting here too," he replied, waving you over to the other end of the couch. "Oh and wear this sweatshirt instead."

"Why? What's wrong with this one?"

Besides that it's Marky's and not mine? None. He thought, rolling his eyes, tossing the new sweatshirt onto . "Well, if you would had looked at the back, you would've noticed it's not mine it's Marky's. He left it over here the other weekend and I washed it for him. I'm giving it to him tomorrow, so take it off."

He watched as you looked at his flames sweatshirt in your lap, brushing your fingers over the material before looking up at him with a smile and shaking your head. "Nah, I like him. I'd rather wear his sweatshirt than yours."

Ouch. That stung, but he knew you were bullshitting...or at least he hoped you were, so he wasn't going to let it show. "Y/n, come on–"

"I'm kidding, relax," you replied, sitting up and exhaling. "This isn't a free show, Tkachuk. Go grab yourself another shirt so I can change peacefully."

He wanted to say 'it's not like I haven't seen you naked before' but as far as he knew you knew...the entire night you two spent together was a fogged memory. So instead, he just held out his hand, closed his eyes and said– "I'll close my eyes."

Matt didn't know if there was some old wives tale saying thing that went along with how someone is able to tell if they were being stared at, but he knew it was a thing and he knew you were staring right at him– he could practically feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand up and a warmth wash over him as your gaze looked him over. And you weren't secretive about it at all.

"I know I'm hot, but the staring isn't needed," he smirked, keeping his eyes just barely closed as he could only see a small glimpse of you through his long eyelashes.

"I wasn't staring at you," you mumbled the lie before taking off Marky's sweatshirt, Matt opening his eyes for the short time to see you wearing that chicken cutlet sticky boob contraption you called a bra and closed his eyes tightly when you tugged the sweatshirt off of you. "And I thought I told you to keep your eyes shut."

He laughed slightly before opening his eyes and grabbing the sweatshirt. "You really think I need to have my eyes open to know when you're ogling my goods? I'll be right back."

"Get lost," you replied, as he watched you tug at his sweatshirt strings to try and hide the hickeys on your neck– the ones he could still see.

"I bet you wish I could," he laughed, folding Marky's sweatshirt back up as he walked into his bedroom and placed it back down onto the dresser. He walked back into his closet, grabbing the first sweatshirt he saw, an old Blues one from when he was a kid, and tugged it on before walking back out.

"Did Julian happen to tell you when he thought the snowplows would be out?" He asked, walking over and sitting down on the middle cushion, right next to you.

He knew it would get on your nerves and when you kicked your foot out to nudge him to the other side of the couch, he laughed. "Personal space. And no, he didn't. He just said they couldn't get them out yet."

"Aren't you flying home tonight?" Matt sighed, picking his phone up off of the table in front of them and unlocking it, scrolling through the sibling group chat to see Brady and Taryn both talking about the snow situation and flights and asking whether or not you and Matt had killed each other yet. Brady adding in a note that he'd "like to never know about anymore sex between you two ever again."

"Hopefully. Also, I think your charger's defected 'cause my phone isn't working."

He looked up from his phone and over at you while trying to hide his amused smile. "That's probably because you dropped it last night. You know, when you were drunk off your ass and trying to make ramen."

"I was not–" your eyes were wide as you scoffed and shook your head, no doubt trying to hide your blushing face from him. "You were drunk too! How do you know I was trying to make ramen?"

Again, he wanted to blurt out something along the lines of "maybe because I was standing right behind you with my hand in your pants and made you come against the counter" but against his better judgement, he decided not to and just grabbed your hand and lead you over into the kitchen, stepping onto the pedestal of his trash can to show you the uncooked ramen bowl he'd thrown away. "You spilled it in the sink while trying to Snapchat Taryn and your phone went with it."

Technically not a lie, he just omitted the part to where it was actually him having his hand in your pants and touching you that caused it.

"Shit," you sighed, brushing by him and grabbing your phone, unplugging it from the charger. "Do you have any rice?"

He felt bad not thinking about putting it in rice last night when he rescued it from the water and just choosing to dry it off. Then again, you were off in the living room, impatient as always and whining about him to hurry up and get on the couch with you– so a reasonable fix for your phone was the last thing on his mind. But now, it was the only thing on his mind– because it was partially his fault that your phone was damaged...and you had just gotten that phone this summer.

"You could try it, but you might end up having to get a new phone," he said, walking back over and putting the bowl of rice down onto the counter. "It took up a bit before we realized you dropped it in the water."

He took the phone from your hands, putting it into the bowl and covering it up with the rice, hoping that maybe even so many hours later, the damage wasn't too bad and the rice would be able to soak up some of the water. When he looked back at you, he saw you zoned out and looking towards the sink, eyebrows furrowed slightly..."Yes."

And that was when he knew. You were thinking about last night just as much as he'd been this entire morning.

"What?"

"Huh?" You asked, shaking your head slightly as if to zone yourself back in before looking back at him.

"You just said yes?" He asked, licking his lips just barely as he tried to bite back the smile that was trying to emerge on his face.

"Yeah, I did," you nodded, looking down at the bowl of rice. "Because I-I was saying yes...to how I might need to get a new phone."

Liar. He wanted to call you out so bad and it was getting harder just to bite back the smile he was fighting, even tasting a little bit of blood from biting his lip so hard. He wanted to tell you that he knew you had just relieved the very moment you two shared in the kitchen moments after you'd arrived back at his apartment. That he noticed the way your breathing had hitched just slightly or how your left hand had clenched into a half-hearted fist.

But then he thought back on your reaction this morning and your self-disappointed question behind his bathroom door when you asked yourself what the hell you'd gotten yourself into last night. So he didn't and he wouldn't. Not until you brought it up first.

Because maybe then that meant that your guys' night together had meant a little more to you like it did him.

Pure torture.

It was pure torture for him sitting there with you in his living room, his mind reliving every bit of last night anytime he dared to look away from the tv and half a stiffy in his pants he kept having to readjust while damning himself for not wearing any briefs or boxers. Everywhere he looked, boom– a memory from last night. Kitchen? Yep. Dining room table? Mhhm. The very couch you were sitting on? Twice. Bedroom door and the wall next to it? Mhhm and his arms and legs proved it.

Plus, it didn't really help that you were no longer all "personal space" on his couch, your legs extending out against his, a dramatic sigh whenever you shifted on the couch and how your foot kept brushing against the back of his pants, though he wasn't all that sure if you knew.

He figured you would've cracked by now, bringing up what had happened between you two last night at least once in the last four hours, but surprisingly you had stayed strong– only ever talking whenever something happened on the tv. You barely even said more than "okay" when he told you about the phone call he'd gotten about the snowplows being out on the road and that Taryn knew you were here– though you did say "please don't tell her that," but it was too late since Taryn had known for hours– and that she would call once she was on her way to pick you up.

Your insistence on Taryn not knowing you were here only confused him more and made him a little more mad too. He's known you for two decades, he knew how to read you and sometimes felt like he could read your mind– but never had you been more frustrating than these last four hours. What could he have possibly done to make you sneak out of his apartment in your clothes from last rather than wait for him to wake up and you guys could talk, eat breakfast and who knows– maybe even have passed the time in a much more enjoyable way, like a replay of last night?

Matt wanted to be annoyed with you and he was, but he was also stuck in the cycle of finding you annoying and then seeing you do something stupidly attractive and then he was stuck finding himself wanting to kiss the hell out of you instead. It didn't help that you had spent the last few hours even fighting him on what to watch on tv.

And it was especially hard not to look at you whenever you weren't paying attention to him, because he could look at you all day and never get tired of it...and also never stop replaying last night in his mind– which wasn't all that helpful in the downstairs department.

"I'm curious, did you choose to watch Game of Thrones for the show?" You asked, turning away from the show credits and looking at him, resting your head on your closed fist. "Or for the sex scenes where the girls have the dramatic 'take me to bed' eyes?"

He kissed the inside of your thighs before leaving a trail up to your stomach, pressing a kiss just above your belly button. "Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are when you come?" He mumbled against your skin, his hands rubbing the outside of your thighs.

"Only every time," You sighed, laying your arm over your forehead, catching your breath.

"Every time, hm?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. "Your guys are that good?"

You pushed yourself onto your elbows, eyebrows furrowed for only a slight second before you laughed nervously, shaking your head and sitting yourself up. "Why are we talking about my one-night stands? They don't mean anything, right?"

"I guess, but is that what this–"

"Good," you wrapped your arms around his neck and scooted forward, wrapping your legs around his waist, looking at him with pouty eyes. "So, take me to bed, Matty."

He rolled his eyes, handing you the remote. "Y/n it's your turn to pick. Just...please don't pick Snapped. Nothing about that show screams Merry Christmas."

"And Game of Thrones does?" You asked, reaching for the remote and your hand brushing against his.

"It's got snow in it," he smirked, nodding at you.

His legs were twisted in the sheets after you rolled the both of you over, hand wrapped around his cock and holding him as you dropped down onto him, your warm walls clenching around him as you started to grind your hips against his, falling forward against his chest with a whine. "Fuck, Matty."

"How's it feel, y/n?" He mumbled against your hair, his hands gripping onto your ass, moving you faster against him as he met your guided hips, barely audible whines falling from your lips. "Come on, wanna know how good I'm making my girl feel."

"Ah-uh fuck," you sighed, barely pushing yourself up and bringing your palms to his chest, your head hanging down. "I'm gonna–"

"Just because it has snow in it, doesn't make it Christmas-related," you replied, rolling your eyes as he watched you change streams. "But you know what is? Harry Potter."

He groaned, rolling his head back against the couch and looking at you. "How the hell is Harry Potter Christmas related?"

"What the hell was that for?" He asked, stopping mid-stroke and dropping your right leg from his hip.

"What?"

"You rolled your eyes...why?"

You sighed, letting your leg fall flat to the mattress. "I'm not fragile, Matt. You can put my leg a little higher you know. Plus, it'll let me feel you deeper," you grabbed his hand, resting it on your lower abdomen. "Just do it and watch, I promise you won't break me."

He placed your right leg on his shoulder, slowly leaning closer to you before sliding his swollen tip through your folds and sinking into you, watching your jaw drop and your eyebrows knit together. "Feel any deeper, baby?"

"So deep Matty, feel," you pressed your hand on top of his, adding pressure to your abdomen as he started to stroke faster, your eyes rolling back into your head. "Oh shit."

"It's got snow in it," you smiled, putting the remote down between you both.

He sighed, stretching his arms up and running his fingers through his hair as he watched the opening credits. "Why can't we watch a feel-good movie?"

"Jesus Christ," you gasped, nails digging into his back as his arm beneath you arched your back up into him, another deep stroke hitting your g-spot. "Right there, please."

"Please what? Y/n?" He whispered against your lips before kissing down your chest and wrapping a lip around your right nipple, tongue swirling around the bud before he let it go with an audible pop. "What do you want, baby?"

"Keep doing that," you breathed out, eyes closed shut as he kept delivering deep and deliberate strokes into you. "It feels so fucking good, Matty. So good."

He motioned towards the screen dramatically, turning halfway to you. "Die hard is a great Christmas movie. Or I don't know, How the Grinch Stole Christmas, Frosty, that Love Actually movie you and Taryn are obsessed with. Any of those would be better than–"

"Why haven't you said something?" You blurted out, looking away from the tv and at him, your chest rising and falling fast. "I know you know, but you haven't said anything."

Annnnnd you cracked, but your question wasn't good enough for him. He wanted you to be the one to really talk about it...so he played dumb.

"Anything about?"

You huffed, raising your hand dramatically before letting it fall back against your thigh with a slap. "I don't know, Matt. Maybe about how you've turned half of my body into a hickey museum last night? Or how you fingered me against your kitchen sink? The fact that I blew you on this couch and you had your stupidly attractive mouth shoved between my legs on the kitchen table? Fucked me against your bedroom door, against your wall, in your bed...any of that ring a bell?"

Oh it rang a lot of bells and hearing you recount every bit of last night as a cliff notes version was somehow extremely attractive since he'd spent the last four hours also thinking about all of the ways he had you in his apartment. And finally, he didn't have to hold back the smile he'd spent all day fighting.

"I was wondering when you'd break."

"What?"

"You've been on edge all morning, you're easier to read than you think, y/n," he replied, shrugging his shoulders. "I could see you zone out and knew you were reliving last night."

You rolled your eyes and he loved it, every. single. time. "There's no way you could know that. i'm hungover and tired, of course I'll zone out."

"Sure," he teased, still smiling as he let his eyes dwindle down your body. "So you're telling me if we were to strip down right now, that I wouldn't find you wetter than Niagara falls?"

He really hoped this was going where he thought it was. That the nervous way your eyes were looking at everywhere but his own– checking out his arms, his torso, hell, his entire body. How he saw the way your eyes were also lingering on the spots in the apartment where the two of you had both half-naked and naked bodies pressed and intertwined together. His heart was beating against his chest as he stared at you, itching to just lean across the short distance, grab your face and kiss the shit out of you.

All he was waiting for, was the a-okay. The sign that you wanted him to and he would.

"You're gross, get away from me," you huffed, annoyed and rolling your eyes before turning away from him completely.

You missed the way his shoulders sunk or how the smile fell into a frown– hell, his whole body practically deflated into the couch and instead of racing fast against his chest– his heart was now thudding in his stomach, slowly aching.

"Why are we talking about my one-night stands? They don't mean anything, right?"

He'd been wondering if that's all it was from the moment the words left your mouth. Even after all of the stuff you guys did after that moment on his dining room table– it was stuck in his mind. Because to him, it was more than that. It was the universe finally giving him a shot that he'd been too scared to take– to finally express how he felt about you, and sure maybe ideally he didn't plan on it all starting out with the both of you stumbling home to his apartment from the bar. But it was a stepping stone to a moment where he could finally sit you down and tell you how he's felt for you these last few years– how he's loved you just as long, maybe even longer.

Yet to you...all it was a one-night stand. A 'what the fuck did I do' panic you locked yourself into from the moment you woke up beside him.

"They don't mean anything, right?"

He quietly tried to clear the knot that was stuck in his throat, covering it up with a laugh at the failed attempt before forcing a smile on his face. "I don't see the big deal about me not saying anything, y/n. We had sex, we had fun, it happened and now it's over. What is there to say about it?"

'Say something, say anything.' He thought. Because right now, anything would have been better than sitting there staring at your back in silence while he pretended that he was okay with brushing it off as nothing. He didn't care if you said he was the worst night out of all your previous ones– though it would damage his ego just a bit– because he'd teasingly call you out on your bluff and the silence would be no more.

It wouldn't be so damn loud.

"I don't know," you finally spoke, turning back around to face him, a neutral expression on your face. "Maybe because we've known each other for 20 years? There's a line–"

'Okay, maybe don't say just anything,' he thought. He knew he was getting fed an excuse, a shitty one that he knew wasn't the reason why you were seemingly so regretful about your shared night.

And it only made him angry.

"And we crossed it, blah, blah, blah," he replied, waving you off and rolling his eyes. "It doesn't matter because it was a drunken hook-up, nothing more."

He didn't mean for it to come off as harsh as it did, the emotions he let slip in a moment of weakness. You too let whatever guard you were holding up fall because he saw the way you instantly reacted to his brush off, the tweak of your lips before you pursed them and pushing yourself up off of the couch.

"Fine."

That was all you said as you walked into the kitchen, Matt not following behind you or letting his gaze follow you either. Instead, he balled up his fist and rested his elbow on the arm of the couch, then propped his head up against the fist, staring at his phone and wishing for Taryn to text him that she was on her way. And when his phone did light up, it wasn't a text from Taryn, it was a venmo notifcation of your name requesting money. He rolled his eyes, unlocking his phone and clicking on the notification.

"20?" He asked, letting his arm drop on the couch and looking at you. "$20 for," he paused, looking back at the screen and laughing in disbelief. "'To pay for the quality concealer it's going to cost to cover up you turning me into your personal chew toy?' Really?"

"Yeah, really," you replied, voice dripping with annoyance. "I'm not living in turtlenecks for the next two weeks because you turn into Edward Cullen when you have sex."

He snorted, wanting nothing more than to shove that back in your face by telling you that you were the one who told him to do it– wanted him to do it. But instead, he'd play your little game and he'd play it well, considering he'd spent the last 20 years learning the rules.

"Okay, if that's how you want to play it," he replied, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees as he paid $5 more than you requested, made one of his own and then paid you an additional amount, sending them all off with a smile.

$25 for your concealer, $20 for damage control to his own torso and paid you $50 for the morning after pill.

"Take that down right now!" You gasped, staring at your phone screen.

"Why?" He was smug as he leaned back into the couch, letting you play right into his hand.

"Because your entire Venmo is public, you dumbass!" He couldn't help but smile as you stomped your way over to him before shoving your phone into his face. "And I don't know if you can read or not, but you literally just paid me $50 and wrote 'no babies' with a stupid smiley face."

"You're so dramatic, no one's going to see it." He replied, standing up off of the couch.

"Everyone is going to see it!" You argued, shoving his hand into his chest. "Delete it. I don't need you publishing that I let you come in me, you dipwad. And I don't need your $50 because I'm on birth control, which you should heavily consider, considering you had no condoms last night."

Okay, maybe he'd gone a little too far. He could see that you were genuinely pissed instead of that annoyed look you initially had. He pushed the line a little too far with the 'no babies' part, but he wasn't taking back his $50.

"Fine, whatever, I'll delete it. Besides, I offered to come on you, but you told me no because we were protected and you wanted me to, what did you say?" He paused, letting his signature smirk return to his face. "Feel every bit of me, I believe."

And damn, did you. Even just thinking about it made his dick twitch in his pajama pants. Matt wasn't stupid, his parents both stressed the importance of protection the moment he was old enough to earn the birds and the bees talk. And he'd never gone a single hook-up without wearing a condom– never risking the odd chance even if the girl was on birth control– but you...he trusted you with his whole life and he'd take every chance on you.

"Shit, y/n," he groaned, falling back and resting on his heels as he held the empty condom box. "I'm out."

"We can still do it," you replied, sitting yourself up and resting your hands on his thighs. "I'm clean and as long as you are, I don't care about not having a condom."

"I'm clean," he nodded, tapping the empty box against his left palm, chewing on the inside of his cheek as he easily went against every safe sex talk his parents ever gave him without a second thought. "I can just pull out and come on you if you're cool with that?"

"No," you replied, running your palms up and down his thighs slowly. "I'm on birth control and I want to feel you inside of me," you whispered, tilting your head up towards him, lips ghosting just barely over his as you smiled and your right hand wrapped around his cock. "Every bit of you."

"Yeah, probably because even drunk I know you wouldn't have the common courtesy to clean your evil spawn off of me if you did."

False. His parents didn't raise a caveman. He easily would've gotten out of bed and grabbed you a warm towel to wipe you down with– hell, he even would've started a damn shower.

"Keep the $50 just in case any of my evil spawn survive your birth control. I could only hope our kid doesn't get your dramatic brattiness," he replied, struggling to roll his eyes without letting on that his brain had even dared to wander down the road of the two of you accidentally starting a family, or even purposely years from now.

He wouldn't care if your guys' kid got your dramatic brattiness, because they were still you half you.

G.O.A.T(aryn): Please tell me I'm not too late and you two haven't murdered each other or are in bed because I'm in the uber and on my way.

G.O.A.T(aryn): Actually, I'm with Brady...don't tell me anything.

Matt: 👍🏻

G.O.A.T(aryn): ...again? WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?!

"Roads must be clear because Taryn's on her way." He said, not replying to Taryn's text and looking back up at you.

"Was that so hard to do?" You asked, plugging your phone back into the charge on the counter.

"No, but I'm waiting for my $20 since you desecrated my precious skin," he laughed sarcastically as you stomped by him and into the living room. "Anything else, your highness?"

"In your dreams," you scoffed, turning back to face him as you rolled your eyes and crossed your arms. "And yes, actually there is. I want my underwear back."

His eyebrows raised and he smiled, licking his lips and dragging his tongue across his top teeth. "You mean the underwear that you shoved into my back pocket last night when we were still at the bar?"

Your face started to heat up and it only made him smile more knowing the effect the news was having on you. "I did not! I would never take off my underwear in a bar, let alone give them to you. I clearly remember coming home with my underwear still on, thank you."

He nodded, still smiling. "Keep telling yourself that, y/n."

"I will because it's the truth."

Matt leaned his head back and just laughed, he had no other reaction towards your twisted version of events . "You literally walked up to me, put your hand in my back pocket and said 'these are for you.' How the hell do you even think we got to this point last night?"

You crossed your arms, doing your damndest to try and make yourself seem so sure in your actions from the night before. "That's not how I remember it."

"Well, it's definitely how I remember it," Matt crossed his arms, trying not to laugh again as he stared at you, not backing down when you met his gaze, your eyes glaring slightly. He didn't last long, sighing and shaking his head before he left the living room and walked back into his room.

That was exactly how it happened, because it was the one thing that gave him the guts to even make a move towards you at the bar that was more than just taking a selfie.

"All I'm saying," Marky stopped, patting Matt's shoulder as he stopped to think, clearly drunk since his accent was thicker. "All I'm saying is that you-youuu should teach a goalie appreciation class for the league, du–" he hiccuped, nodding, "dude."

"And you should cut back on the shots," Matt laughed, drunk himself but definitely not as far gone as Marky, and that man had a tolerance higher than anything.

"Or maybe you should get drunk like him so you'll finally stop staring at y/n like a creeper," Rasmus chimed in, draping his arms over both teammates. "Seriously dude, it's painfully obvious you're into her."

"I'm not–"

"You totally are!" Marky smiled, holding out a full shot, handing another to Rasmus. "And for lying, you have to take a shot with me and Ras."

Matt stared at the both of them before rolling his eyes and sighing, taking the shot glass from his goalie's hand as their hollers mingled in with the rest of the background noise. "Skål, gents," Marky smiled, the three of them clinking their glasses together before tossing the shot back.

He shut his eyes, the strength of tequila never failing to take him by surprise. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before opening his eyes and reaching by Marky and putting his glass onto the bar before looking at his two teammates who were sharing a knowing glance. "What?"

"Nothing," Rasmus shrugged, turning towards the bar and raising his hand partially to get the bartenders attention before holding up four fingers and turning back. "Y/n, come have a shot with us!"

"Shots? I love shots!" You smiled, walking over and stopping against Matt. Not next to him, not a few steps away from him– right against him– you'd even looped your right arm through his and pressed yourself against him further. "What kind of shots? Taryn and I have been doing shots with our new friends," you smiled, clutching onto his arm as you nodded over your shoulder.

"Tequila." Marky smiled, looking from you to Matt. "And you know what they say about tequila."

"That it turns you into a fyllo," Rasmus smiled, handing out the individual shots, eyeing Matt and you. "Amongst other things with clothes..."

"Ras–" Matt mumbled, glaring at him.

A fyllo?" You asked, looking at Matt.

"Pisshead," Marky translated, nodding politely. "It gets you drunk."

"Oh," you blushed, holding your shot in your left hand. "Well, let's get drunk."

"I knew I liked you," Marky replied, holding his shot glass up. "Skål!"

The group all tossed the shots back, you being last and Matt smiling at your reaction– scrunched nose, eyes shut and shaking your head slightly before opening your eyes again. "Okay, no more tequila."

"You okay?" Matt asked, looking down at you as you squeezed his arm.

You smiled, nodding at him. "I'm fine, just drunk."

"I know, I can tell," he laughed, reaching out and plucking a boa feather from your hair. "Boa?"

"Bachelorette party are the friends we made, they let us join," you smiled, standing closer to him.

He went to ask Marky something until he felt a hand in his left back pocket and he instantly jumped, only to feel you squeeze his arm to gain his attention– your hand still in his pocket as you leaned up onto your toes and pressed your lips against his ear. "These are for you." You kissed his cheek before unlooping your arm from his and walking away and back towards Taryn and the group of girls you were hanging out with.

Matt's eyebrows furrowed as he looked back at his pocket, lifting his shirt up slightly and reaching into the jean pocket, feeling a silk material. His eyes widened as he tugged the material up slowly, only to reveal a red silk thong. He looked up to where you were standing with the group of girls, immediately making eye contact with you just as you winked and turned back around.

The butterflies in his stomach and chest never stopped fluttering the entire night.

He found his jeans on the floor at the end of the bed where they'd been kicked off and he picked them up, reaching into the back left pocket and pulling out the red silk thong that had started the entire night. Keeping the jeans in his hand, he walked back out of his bedroom and flinging the silk material at you.

"These what you were looking for? I found them in my pocket from last night," he turned the jeans around, showing you the inside out pocket. "Like I said."

"Sure," you huffed, bending down and picking up your underwear before shoving them into your purse. "Or you just stored them away last night."

His annoyance couldn't have been more obvious if he tried and he wasn't holding back anymore. "Regardless of what you think, I don't go around stealing girl's panties." He replied, shaking his head and waving towards you. "Let alone your panties."

"Says the guy with my missing panties in his pocket."

"You put them there when we were at the bar!" He laughed, shaking his head.

"I would never–"

Matt smiled, shrugging and holding up the pants. "Apparently you would. They were in my pocket, no?"

He'd be lying if he said it wasn't a turn-on with how frustrated and annoyed you looked. Despite taking a shower, air drying your hair gave you a sexy, mess kind of bedhead. He'd never seen a girl look as beautiful as you did in last night's make-up the next morning and the way you kept trying to force your eyes to glare at him even though you were chewing on the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from smiling...he loved it.

But he was also tired of the back and forth. Every time he thought he was getting somewhere with you, it was like you would say something or do something and all of a sudden he'd find himself five steps back.

"Listen, y/n," he sighed, crossing his arms and leaning against the couch. "As much as I love getting you all flustered and worked up, we need to settle this and just call last night what it was."

"Which is?"

He thought he saw something– a waiver in your stance or a quiver in your voice– something that would stop him from saying what he was getting ready to say...what he hated saying from the moment he first said it on the couch. He stared at you intensely, taking his time and trying to find any sort of sign that what happened between you both was the exact opposite of what you both had said it was.

But you gave him nothing and he couldn't see a single thing.

"A one-night stand," he replied, uncrossing his arms and putting his hands in his pajama pants pockets.

"A one-night stand?" You replied, keeping the neutral look on his face.

There is was again...he thinks. God, he felt like he was going crazy. That he was so desperate to find something in the way you looked at him, the way you stood there or the way you talked that was the exact opposite of what you were saying you wanted.

"Yeah, that's what it was, right?" He asked, looking at you. "Just two drunk friends who got a little too carried away and crossed the line a few times."

The knot in his throat was growing bigger and harder to swallow and he could feel his heart racing as he kept holding eye contact with you. He's known you for 20 years, most of his life and the one thing he ever disliked...was how good you were at masking your damn emotions. But he liked to think of himself as able to see through even your strongest facade...but he was failing.

Assuming you were even putting on one and every second he let pass that you stood there in front of him, so easily accessible to just grab your face and kiss you, it hurt just as much, if not more, knowing that it was exactly what you didn't want him to do.

"I mean, come on y/n, you know how awkward it was this morning between us," he could barely lift his hand up to motion between the two of you. "There's no way that this can become a thing. Besides, you're home in St. Louis and I'm here nine, ten months out of the year."

An excuse for an excuse. You gave him the 20 years one, he gave you the college one. Even though he knew you were graduating in five months and the opportunities of anything between the two of you working out would be endless.

"Yeah, it was pretty awkward. I mean, I literally tried to escape your apartment complex with seven feet of snow outside." You laughed and nodded your head and for a quick second he thought he heard it again.

That sign, that quiver or waiver of your defense. The one that he could take as his a-okay to try and push something more and he'd never felt more crazy before in his life. It didn't matter that he'd be back home tomorrow and you'd be right across the street like you always were– because the moment you left his apartment, the prime opportunity to reach for or explore whatever this is, whatever last night was...it would be gone or his chances severely diminished.

And for the first time, he found himself just feeling angry at last night. Not the night itself, but that stupid thing you said about one night stands– how easily you were able to just casually bring it up and brush it off. Sure, he wasn't a stranger to one-night stands and as much as he knew, you weren't either. You had a boyfriend your first year of college, but spent the last three single– and he could only assume that you had met guys at parties or bars, guys that turned into one-night stands you never talked to again, just like he's done.

But he hated the idea of being brushed off by you as nothing more than that and it broke his heart even thinking of doing the same...because you were so much more than that. Which is why from the moment he first heard you talking to yourself in the bathroom this morning, he'd been searching for some kind of sign that it all meant more to you. He wanted it so bad, wanted you to have enjoyed your night together like he had, wanted it to turn into something more...something real.

He wanted it so bad, he was so desperate to find that sign...that he was imagining it.

"So...we agree, right?" He asked, finally breaking the awkward silence that had settled between you two. "It's never happening again?"

"Yeah," you nodded, then shaking your head. "I mean, no, yes."

Maybe this was it? Was this the sign he'd been thinking he saw?"

"Yes, we agree that it's not happening again."

Well shit.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket, nodding. "Okay...good."

"Good."

G.O.A.T(aryn): I'm here!

Matt: She's on her way.

He put his phone back into his pocket and sighed. "Taryn's out front. I can walk you down if you–"

You shook your head, grabbing your purse and plastic bag that he'd given you to put your clothes in from last night. "No, it's fine." You walked into the kitchen and grabbed your phone, shoving it into your purse. "The key Julian gave me is on the kitchen table.

'Stop her you stupid idiot!' He thought, watching you get ready to turn and leave as he froze in place. 'Stop her now!'

"Hey," he knocked himself out of his thoughts, reaching out and grabbing your elbow to stop you from turning around to leave. But now that he had you there...he wasn't sure what to say– the voice inside of him suddenly going silent as if to tell him it's all up to him now.

But he's the exact reason how they got to this position.

He swallowed the knot in his throat, looking at you. "I'll see you tomorrow?" He felt his heart ache when those were the words that came out of his mouth, that wasn't what he wanted to say and yet...he said it.

"I've got plans," you replied, shaking your head. "But I'll be there Christmas Eve."

"All right," he put on the best fake smile he could as he nodded his head, she was already dodging him and it's not like he could blame her. She might've been the first to brush it off as a one-night stand...but he was the one who sealed it. "You better not skip out on Christmas Eve. It's not like you haven't been coming to the part for the last 20 years or anything."

"Yeah, I'll be there," you replied, smiling faintly.

"Good, then you can help me prank Brady," he faked a laugh before pulling you into him and giving you a hug, never loosening his initial grasp so he could keep you there for as long as he could.

He stared at his ceiling, arms relaxed behind his head as he tried to convince himself that it had actually happened– the two of you had sex...multiple times...all over his apartment– but the one time that mattered most was the last, the one right here where he had you in his arms.

The bathroom light turned off and he watched you, still naked, rush back into his bed and crawl beneath his comforter. "Hey," he whined, reaching out and draping an arm over your waist before pulling you closer to him, holding you tight as he kissed your shoulder. "Much better."

"Never took you for the cuddling after sex type," you laughed, rolling onto your side and facing him as he pulled the comforter up higher to cover you up.

"I'm not," he lied, bringing his arm back beneath the comforter and draping it over your waist again, his hand resting on the small of your back and fingers fanning across your skin. "Normally, I get dressed again and either leave or just walk the girl out."

He totally was the cuddler type, but not just with anyone. This was really the first time he'd ever let the girl stick around long enough in his bed after the sex was done.

"And yetttttt," you smiled, reaching around him and wrapping an arm around his waist. "I'm still here...in your bed...and you were the one who initiated the cuddling."

"It's different with you," he whispered, left hand reaching back towards your head and brushing your hair back, his eyes gazing into your own. "With them, they're just girls who want to know what it's like to have sex with me or say they've had sex with a professional athlete.

And it was, God it was so different with you. He was far more invested in how you felt the entire time– were you okay? In pain? Was something uncomfortable? Did you want him to do something else? With most girls, he just did what he knew could get them off and then that was it. But with you, he wanted to give you the best, his best. To pour every bit of him and the feelings and love he's had for you for years, into you.

"So it's different because I've known you for so long?" You asked, furrowing your eyebrows and shaking your head slightly.

He nodded, trying to build up the nerve to say those very thoughts out loud as his eyes moved back and forth between your eyes and your lips, stalling and taking his time for his answer before bringing his right hand up from around your waist and up to your face, brushing his thumb against your bottom lip softly.

Matt waited only a few seconds after the moment that you finally hugged him back to pull away from the hug, not wanting to let his own facade fall or allow you to feel his racing heart and have you question it. Instead, he walked by you and opened the door, turning back. "Have a safe flight, let me know when you guys land."

"Bye Matthew," you replied, nodding politely before stepping outside into the hall and turning back around, giving him another nod. "And before you send Brady or Taryn to spy on me on your flight...I'm fine. This," you motioned between you and him. "This was nothing more than just...two friends who got too drunk and crossed a line. A one-time thing, just like we agreed on."

It was hearing you say it right back to him that crushed him. He'd been the one to say it and thought he was the one who sealed that fate...but it wasn't until you saw right through what he was going to do and then sealed the fate yourself– somehow making it hurt ten times worse. It hurt him enough that it left him speechless...so he just nodded.

He waited until you were halfway down the hall before he walked out of his door to watch you walk the rest of the way to the elevator, pressing the button and keeping your back to him until the doors opened and you walked inside, finally turning around to face him. He ignored the twinge in his chest as he struggled to raise his hand up to signal a wave goodbye– the hand feeling like deadweight as he held it there.

You copied him, a small smile on your lips as the doors started to close until they did and he was left staring down an empty hallway at two metal doors. His hand feeling heavier than it had been the moment he returned it to his side and turned back to walk into his apartment...alone.

"It's so much more than a one-night stand or casual hook-up," he whispered, eyes finally settling on yours. "It's real."

Matt locked the door behind him and down the short hallway further into his apartment, standing beside the dining room table as he looked around. The tv was still on, providing him with some background sound...but it was barely drowning out the silence you left behind in your wake. He shoved his hands into his sweatshirt pocket, sighing as he went to walk towards the couch, trying not to think about seeing you leave in the elevator.

And just before he sat down, he paused, picturing you in the elevator again and then his stomach dropped. He turned back, grabbing the extra key off of the dining room table before shoving his tennis shoes on and grabbing his own key off of the hook where his car keys were before rushing out of his apartment and down the hall, pressing the elevator button frantically.

"Come on, come on, come on," he mumbled, looking over his shoulder towards where the stairwell was, contemplating just running down seven flights of stairs to try and beat the elevator and just when he turned to do it, the elevator doors opened.

He got in, immediately pressing the lobby button and then the close door button, feeling the elevator shake slightly from his own feet lightly bouncing against the floor. He wasn't going crazy thinking that there was a sign and not finding it– because there was. He was right about you putting up a facade and he was right about the small moment where you let it fall.

He just hoped he wasn't too late.

When the elevator reached the lobby, he ran through the metal doors as soon as they opened enough to where he could fit through, stopping mid way through the lobby to see if you and Taryn happened to be inside still.

"She just left," he turned to see Julian coming back from the office, carrying a new package of printer paper. "You just missed her though, maybe by thirty seconds? She said bye and a girl with brown hair was waiting for her in the lobby and they both left."

Matt sighed, looking back towards the double doors as he held the extra key in his hand within his sweatshirt pocket, spinning it in his right hand as he stared at the doors, picturing you once again, leaving in the elevator.

Your smile never reached your eyes. Anytime you genuinely and fully smiled...it always reached your eyes. But that smile in the elevator...it was fake, for show...one you put on just so he wouldn't come after you.

And he missed it.

"That was my sister," Matt said, turning away from the doors and towards Julian. "Here's my extra key, thanks for helping us out earlier."

"No problem," Julian replied, taking the key and putting it away with the rest of the residents extra keys. "Why doesn't your girlfriend have an extra key though?"

"My girlfriend?" Matt asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

Julian nodded. "Yeah, you two stopped by last night before you went up. You introduced her as your girlfriend and that she was visiting from home...is she not?"

"Julian my man!" Matt smiled, pointing ahead of him to the tired looking front desk clerk. "They approve your vacation yet?"

"Last week," he sighed, looking away from the desk. "I'm leaving for Vancouver tomorrow night."

"That's awesome, I'm glad you can go home for Christmas," Matt replied as you laid your head against his shoulder. "Julian, this is y/n my girlfriend, she's visiting from home before we fly back for Christmas, so I figured I'd show her a good time tonight."

"Girlfriend?" You laughed, your arm wrapped around his waist. "I'm honored." You looked towards Julian, extending your hand. "Nice to meet you Julian, sorry for any chaos he's caused since living here."

"Nice to meet you too, y/n and it's nothing a fine can't fix," Julian joked, shaking your hand. "Did you guys have a good time tonight?"

"Way too many tequila shots," you nodded, holding onto Matt's bicep. "Never drink with NHL players and a bachelorette party in the same night."

Julian laughed, nodding his head. "Noted."

He could feel your hand slide beneath the bottom of his shirt, barely brushing your fingertips against his lower back and sending a chill up his spine as you kept doing it. "We should probably get upstairs," Matt nodded. "She's got a flight to catch tomorrow."

"Yep, don't want to be late even though my boyfriend isn't flying home till the day after," you replied, teasing on the word boyfriend as you looked at him. "Bye Julian, I hope to see you again."

"Goodnight you two," Julian laughed, looking at Matt before lightly shaking his head in a 'you're not slick, Matt' kind of response before working back at the desk.

"Yeah...she is." Matt sighed, nodded his head before patting his hand against the desk. "I'll see you later and have fun in Vancouver. Merry Christmas."

"You too, Matt."

He walked back to the elevator, walk in once the doors opened and scanning his own key card before pressing his floor. The ride up to his floor was quiet and lonely as he cursed himself for being stupid and not listening to the voice in his head when it told you to stop you from leaving. Once he got off at his floor, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, pulling it out once she reached his door and unlocking the text from Marky.

Jacob Markstrom: Hey! A few of the guys are getting drinks tonight, you feel like joining before you go home tomorrow?

He unlocked his door, walking inside and kicking it slightly shut behind him, tossing both keys onto the dining room table. He looked up from his phone, taking in the silence around him and sighed, typing up his reply.

Matt: Yeah, just let me know when and where.

Matt thought that coming out with Marky, Rasmus and Adam would be fun like it was last night. He wasn't planning on drinking much, if even at all– but he just wanted to get out of the apartment and try to take his mind off of you and to stop replaying everything you said to him all day, dissecting your words and the way you said it.

He wanted to make himself feel better for totally misreading the situation, but there was no use because he was still feeling like shit even seven hours after you left his apartment. So he did indulge in a drink or two...or five– staying away from the shots that the three of them kept taking and instead sticking to bud light. He was too busy getting lost in his head and staring down at the hours old texts in the sibling group chat every few minutes.

Bro with the flow: Made it home. Dad says not to get drunk and miss your flight. Something about how Mom might actually miss you for once.

Matt: Glad to hear everyone made it home safe.

G.O.A.T(aryn): Yep we did. Brady and I will see you tomorrow.

Bro with the flow: Unless you get trashed and miss your flight...right? 🙂

He switched over to his messages, clicking on the separate one with Taryn.

Matt: Brady most likely tell me, but I know you will. Is y/n okay? She seemed off when she left.

G.O.A.T(aryn): Yep she's fine, just tired from traveling. Brady walked her home since it was icy and dark.

G.O.A.T(aryn): And her phone's broken, so don't try to text or call or anything.

G.O.A.T(aryn): 👍🏻

"Chucky," he looked up from his phone to see Marky waving at him to get his attention. "What's in the phone? Y/n?"

He shook his head, sighing and taking a sip from his beer. "No, just texting Brady and Taryn."

"How did things go last night with you guys?" Adam smiled, wiggling his eyebrows. "Ras and I saw you guys leave together. You go back to your apartment?"

Normally, Matt would've tried to fight the urge to smile but this time he didn't, the faint smile appearing on his face before he stood a chance. "We did, but it doesn't matter," he replied, shrugging. "I kind of fucked things up."

"But it's nothing you can't fix when you go home, right? You see her, she lives across from you." Rasmus, replied, motioning towards him. "Whatever you fucked up, just fix it. It's not that hard, Chuck."

Matt went to reply until he saw someone walking towards him from the corner of his eye and when he turned, he saw the girl with the shoulder length, light pink hair that had been staring at him from across the bar all night.

"Good game the other day boys," she smiled, stopping just at their table and resting her arms on it. "You ready for the break?"

"Desperate for it, actually." Marky replied, nodding at her. "What's your name?"

"Isabelle," she smiled, her eyes landing on Matt. "I was wondering if you wanted to dance?"

Normally he'd say yes. She was cute, confident and wasn't afraid of hiding the way she was looking at him as if she could already see them tangled up beneath his sheets. And he was slightly drunk, and a single guy with the need to get laid every once in a while.

But she wasn't you and after last night, he couldn't see himself hooking up with any girl that wasn't you...not anymore.

"Sorry, but I'm actually leaving," he said, not ignorant to the way that her confidence fell. "But...Marky here is a great dancer," he said, patting his teammate on the shoulder. "You can ask him. I'll see you guys later."

Matt left the bar without looking back, walking the short way home from the bar and nodding politely as Richard, the other guy who worked at the front desk since Julian left for Vancouver. By the time he got up to his apartment and walked in, he was exhausted and just walked straight back to his bedroom, kicking his shoes off and taking his jeans and shirt off, changing over into sweatpants and a sweatshirt before climbing into his bed.

He held his phone above his head, staring at the messages with you. Taryn said your phone was broke, but he knew it had some function since you were able to use venmo earlier. That's not to say that it couldn't have broken since then...but he'd still at least have to try and reach out– let you know that he was thinking of you.

Matt: Brady and Taryn said you guys made it home safely, I'm glad to hear.

He stared at the small delivered appear beneath the message, his heart racing again as he typed...deleted...typed...deleted...sighed and typed some more before sending another message.

Matt: I know you said you have plans tomorrow, but if those happen to fall out...I'll be home around noon and maybe we can hang? If not, I'll see you Christmas Eve. Goodnight, y/n.

He plugged his phone in before placing it down onto the bedside table and then rolling over onto his side, staring at the empty side of his bed you'd been lying in hours earlier.

"Y/n...are you awake?" He whispered, lifting his head up off of his pillow and trying to sneak a look over your shoulder.

"No," you mumbled, your thumb brushing against his hand that was resting on your stomach. "Go to sleep, Matty. 'm tired...too much good sex."

He laughed, seeing the small smile on your face before he laid his head back down, pulling you further into him and staring at the back of your head as the sounds of your mingled breathing filled the room. When he felt your thumb stop moving against his hand and your stomach rising and falling in a slow, deep pattern beneath his palm, he leaned himself up again.

"Y/n?" He spoke, thumb brushing against your stomach. "You still awake?"

He was met with your steady breathing in reply and sighed, reaching over with his left hand and brushing the hair away from your face so he could see you better. "I know you gave me shit earlier for teasing you and trying to drag everything out and if you weren't such an impatient nutcase then I could've explained why."

Matt felt the small knot form in his throat as he looked down at your sleeping form, feeling ashamed that the only way he'd be able to say it was when you were fast asleep...most likely never even hearing it.

"It's not that I was teasing you or anything...but I just wanted to," he groaned, shaking his head. "I feel stupid, but I just wanted to savor the moment, you know? I've been waiting for this moment forever– I never thought that it would happen and then all of a sudden it was...and I just wanted to take my time. It was special to me because you're..." he rested his chin on your shoulder, sighing. "You're special to me. So fucking special and I...I love you."

He held his breath, himself shook alone that he had said the words out loud and then the shame that came soon after when the realization came in that he said it when you couldn't hear him. He bent his head down, kissing your cheek and then your shoulder before laying back down and keeping you spooned against him, fast asleep and peacefully.

Matt rolled back onto his back, sighing as he stared up at his ceiling. Maybe Rasmus was right and he could try and fix it when he went home. He only hoped that it wasn't too late.

The universe was pissed at him.

That or he just had a whole lot of hellish coincidences happen to him on his journey home. It stared with how his alarm clock he set yesterday afternoon...never went off, and he woke up with five minutes to spare before he was supposed to leave the airport. Even if he was late it wouldn't have mattered because his flight was delayed.

Again...and again and he was close to telling him parents that he might not even make it home. But thankfully, five hours after his initial departure time he was heading home. Then someone switched seats behind him cause the five year old that belonged to the couple behind him had somehow gotten a ticket for the seat three rows behind them– and said five year old spent the majority of the flight kicking the back of Matt's seat every half hour.

It was cold. It was bumpy. His air pods had died and he couldn't even fall asleep if he wanted to because he was too anxious thinking about the upcoming days being around you to relax long enough to fall asleep.

By the time they landed and he went to meet Brady outside, he was absolutely exhausted and just wanted to go home and take a nap. Of course though, staying on brand with the entire experience, traffic was shitty and it took them even longer to get home while the car ride was filled with sporadic silence in between Matt asking if Emma made it home okay to her family and about how Josh and Tim were doing.

When they were driving up towards the house, he sat up in his seat, trying not to be so obvious when it came to looking at your house, hoping to catch a glimpse of you. Your car was in the driveway, which meant you were most likely home...but you weren't outside. Brady pulled into the driveway, putting the car into park and turning it off, the both of them getting out just as Taryn was coming down the front porch steps.

"Don't get too excited, I'm not here to greet you," she said, finishing up buttoning her coat. "I'm only going across the street to y/n's. I'll see you guys tomorrow, oh and mom and dad went to the store, they'll be back."

"Are you the plans she had?" Matt asked, grabbing his bag from the backseat and standing in front of her.

"I don't think she had any plans," Taryn replied, shaking her head. "She just texted me like ten minutes ago saying she was bored and asked if I wanted to stay over and have a girls night, so I'm going."

"I thought her phone was broken?"

"Macbook, Matt," she replied, brushing by him. "See you guys tomorrow!"

He swallowed heavily, nodding his head and accepting the fact that maybe making it up to you wasn't going to be as easy as he thought. If you could read and reply to texts on your computer, then that meant you had completely ignored the text he sent you last night...because you never even replied to it. "Cool uh...have fun."

Brady was already on the front porch as Matt walked up behind him, following him into the house and heading towards the stairs. "I'm gonna take a nap in my room really quick, tell mom and dad I'm here if they come back and I'm still napping."

He walked up the stairs and down to his room, opening the door and walking inside before dropping his bag onto the floor and walking over to his bed, plopping down face first onto the comforter.

"Do you know how bad you fucked up?" He picked his head up and looked towards the door, seeing Brady standing in the doorway with his arms crossed. "I mean...really, do you know or are you just clueless?"

"What are you talking about, Brady?" He sighed, sitting up and turning towards him.

"Oh, okay, so you're just stupid, got it." Brady replied, waving him off. "Y/n, Matt. I'm talking about y/n and how you were the biggest dick and just brushed her off this morning as one of you're random one-night stands."

He pressed his fists on his bed beside you, exhaling heavily. "She told you?"

"I'm her best friend, of course she told me." He crossed his arms again, a look that was anger crossed with disappointment on his face. "Taryn and I did all of that hard work, just for you to fuck it all up again."

"I'm sorry, what?" Matt asked, shaking his head. "What hard work? What are you talking about?"

"I don't know if maybe you're lacking some brain cells in that thick head of yours or what– but y/n likes you, Matt. She's been in love with you since we were kids."

"No, because she's the one who brushed it off as a one-night stand first! That same night, she was all 'why are we talking about my one-night stands? They don't mean anything–''"

"She doesn't do one-night stands, Matthew. Trust me, I've tried to tell her to put herself out there, but she's interested in relationships, not hook-ups." Brady replied, rolling his eyes. "And even after that shit you pulled two years ago, she's still basically in love with you."

"What did I do?" Matt asked, raising his voice slightly as he stood up and furrowed his eyebrows, looking at his brother. "'Cause for all I know she just decided out of the blue to try and ice me out. So instead of being a vague asshole about it, why don't you tell me?"

Brady just looked at him, squinting slightly as if he was trying to gauge whether or not Matt was telling the truth. "You don't know?"

"Obviously not, otherwise I wouldn't be asking you and I clearly can't ask her 'cause she's ignoring me."

"That team Christmas part at Gio's? You took Taryn and y/n with you since they flew up there to watch your guys' game before flying back home with you the next day?"

Okay?" He replied, shrugging his shoulders. "What about it? Nothing happened there with her."

"She heard what you said to Sam, Matt," Brady replied, disappointment in his eyes. "How you basically told him she didn't mean anything to you all she is was my friend? Any of that ring a bell?"

He didn't need to think hard, because he knew exactly what Brady was talking about. You and Taryn had tagged along with him to the team Christmas party at the Giordano's place and were having a great time. He introduced you to his teammates you'd yet to meet, though you'd met most of them when you came up for his NHL debut years earlier and then again when Brady made it to the league and played against Matt for the first time– skipping your classes to make the trip. All of his teammates knew you were a childhood friend and many of them thought you were more– but the last thing he wanted to happen was them making a big deal of it when you had broken up with your boyfriend months prior and he was about to spend a few days at home with you.

Sam, in particular, was one who really wouldn't let it go.

"I'm just saying, Chucky–"

"I don't care what you're just saying, Sam," Matt replied, walking into the kitchen to grab himself another beer from the cooler. "I'm telling you that I don't."

"And I'm telling you that you do and it's painfully obvious to everyone here that you do," he stood next to Matt, resting a hand on his shoulder. "Why don't you just make a move? Based on how you can't stop looking at her like some creeper, and the way that she obviously acts around you we all know that there's something between you guys. Especially you," he took a sip from his cup, shaking his head. "You've got it bad, just like Usher says."

Matt rolled his eyes, bending down and grabbing another beer from the cooler on the kitchen floor. Pretending like he didn't stop the bud light just barely beneath the layer of ice and continuing to search for another bottle to give himself enough time so Sam wouldn't see the way he was starting to blush. The last thing he needed was for Sam to call him out on it and then drunkenly blurt it out to anyone within earshot.

That wasn't the way he wanted anyone, let alone you, finding out how Sam was right and that he did hold feelings for you.

"If you're so interested in talking about her, why don't you talk to her?" Matt asked, standing up and opening his beer with his shirt.

"Because I'm not going to go over and flirt with her when you've clearly got feelings," Sam laughed, smiling. "I wouldn't want to break your heart when I steal her away."

"You wouldn't be stealing her away and you wouldn't be breaking my heart, Sam." Matt replied, leaning back against the counter as they kept their backs to the party. "There's nothing there to steal."

Sam took a long swing of his beer before dropping the empty bottle into the bottle bin before reaching down and grabbing himself another drink. "So you're telling me that if I were to ditch you right now, go up to y/n, charm the hell out of her because we all know how charming I am and she ended up coming home with me...you wouldn't be the least bit bothered by it?"

His mind went there– picturing you and Sam flirting during the party amongst the rest of the team, Sam making you laugh, the both of you leaving the party together and then him and Taryn having to pick you up the next morning before going to the airport, you in some of Sam's clothes. His mind went there and he felt the grip on his bottle tighten as the cold water on the glass chilled his hand. His jaw clenched just barely, but he refused to let anything show and fought like hell to keep a neutral look on his face.

"Why would I be bothered by it? She means nothing to me. The only 'relationship' I have with her is that she's my younger brother's friend, and as far as I'm concerned, her going home with you is probably better than her staying here."

He didn't mean it. But he needed to say something to get Sam to back off at least for tonight. Tonight, all he wanted to do was just...have fun with teammates and enjoy the time he got to spend with you before he went on with his season and you went back to school.

Sam just smiled, taking another sip before nodding his head and patting Matt's shoulder. "Sure, Chucky. You go ahead and convince yourself of that, because you're sure as hell not convincing any of us."

Matt sighed, letting his shoulders sink. "Fine, I don't mean it. But my brother's had a thing for her since they were kids–"

"Your brother's practically engaged, I doubt that childhood crush still exists. Stop using him as an excuse." Sam leaned against the counter, nodding at him. "Do you like y/n?"

"No–"

"Matt come on, stop lying to yourself, man," Sam replied, starting to get frustrated with him.

"I said no because I don't just like her dude," he stared down at his beer bottle, crossing his left arm across his torso and resting his right elbow on top of it as he laughed dryly to himself and looked at Sam. "I've been in love with her for years."

"But I didn't–" Matt shook his head, feeling the panic start to rise. "I didn't mean it! She missed what I said afterwards–"

"You still said it and she heard it. It doesn't matter if you didn't mean it because to her, you did. But Taryn and I know she still has feelings for you, which is exactly why we pushed you two together that night at the bar."

"What?"

Brady laughed, shaking his head as he motioned towards him. "Come on, Matt. You really think that y/n would come onto you without us having to do anything? Because surprise, Matt, she wouldn't 'cause she still thinks that all you see her as is that kid with pigtails and a retainer who's lived across the street."

"But she literally put her thong in my back pocket."

"First of all, ew, I don't need to know that you touched her panties thanks," Brady replied shaking his head. "Second, she only did it because Taryn looped her in with the bachelorette's party of truth or dare and she dared her to do it. Why do you think we started off ordering so many shots when we first got there? When do I ever order shots to begin with."

Matt shook his head, pointing at Brady. "So you and Taryn–"

"Yes. The only reason why you got laid is because we literally nudged y/n in your direction and the you towards her after you completely annihilated that bridge with her. So you're welcome for getting you laid, I'll take my payment in the form of that new watch I sent you a picture of as a Christmas present suggestion."

His entire world was spinning and the dots were connecting. You had seemed so disinterested in even hanging around him unless there were other people in the group with the two of you, at least until Brady's third round of shots within five minutes. Then you'd started to loosen up and branched off with your own drinks until it was time to take those pictures where you'd warmed up to him slightly.

Then you and Taryn had split off to hang out with the bachelorette group, but Matt couldn't take his eyes off of you, telling everyone it was because he was trying to make sure that you and Taryn were okay...but really he was staring at you.

"Stare a little harder and I think you might burn a hole in her head," Brady whispered, coming up to the table beside him. "Seriously though, it's starting to look a little creepy."

"I'm just making sure they're okay," Matt replied, taking a sip of his beer. "Sue me."

"Yeah, but you've been staring from the moment they walked off. Just admit it, dude. You like y/n, it won't kill you."

He turned his head to disagree, only to hear cheering coming from the area where you and Taryn were. And when he looked back, you and who he assumed was the bride to be, were in the middle of a half circle. You held your hands together behind your back, licking the whipped cream off of the side of the shot glass and then the top before sinking your mouth over the glass and tossing your head back, finishing the shot.

"Jesus Christ," he gulped, watching as you grabbed the glass with your left hand, smiling and putting it back onto the bar before high-fiving the bride to be.

"I'm just making sure they're okay," Brady mimicked, knocking Matt in the back of the head. "Tell that to the obvious boner you have in your pants."

Matt immediately looked down, only for Brady to burst into laughter, his left arm leaning against the table supporting him. "Shut up, Brady."

"Oh my God," he stood up straight, shaking his head. "You basically just drooled watching her do a blowjob shot, Matt. Grow some and do something about it before you die from the clear sexual tension between the both of you. She likes you, you like her," he smiled, patting his older brother's cheek. "Do something about it instead of watching her like a stalker."

"Brady wait–" Matt said, stepping towards his door as he watched his brother start to walk out of his room. "You have to help me."

"Help you?" Brady laughed, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, how do I fix it?" He asked, grabbing onto his elbow to keep him from leaving. "I need to fix it, because I...you're right about what I feel for her."

"Jesus Christ Matt, you can't even say it to yourself," Brady replied, removing his arm from Matt's hold and shaking his head. "Fix it yourself, because God knows if I tried to help you'd probably ruin it like you did the last time I helped."

He felt helpless as he watched Brady leave his room, frozen for only a few seconds before walking out after him. "Just tell me if I have a chance to fix it...if I try tomorrow o-or Christmas– is there a chance I didn't totally fuck everything up?"

Brady turned around at the top of the stairs and looked at him, laughing dryly. "There's always going to be a chance, Matt. She's been in love with you since we were kids, why do you think my crush on her never went anywhere? Because I knew she liked you. You could probably push her off the boat in the middle of the lake and leave her stranded and she'd still be in love with you. You do no wrong, not to her."

He went to walk down the stairs, stopping and turning back to face Matt with a sigh. "But don't go after her and try to fix it just because you feel bad. She's my best friend, Matt and I love her to death, so if you're just going to string her along then no, I won't help you. But if you genuinely are ready to finally tell her how you feel...then yeah, maybe I'll help you."

"I'm serious about her Brady," he nodded, letting his hands drop to his sides. "I...I spent all day yesterday trying to figure out a way to talk to her about what happened, to tell her...but I got in my own head and took one thing she said too far and crushed it. I tried to run after her when she left my apartment...but she was already gone. I'm serious about her, Brady. Please help me?"

Matt could see the argument Brady was having with himself inside his head. Yeah, Matt was his brother and they've been close since they were born...but you were his best friend since the two of you were toddlers. Two peas in a pod growing up side by side, your friendship never wavering even when Brady left for Michigan, Boston and Ottawa while you stayed here in St. Louis and then went to the University of Missouri to play soccer.

Brady sighed, rolling his eyes before nodding. "I'll help–"

"Yes!" Matt smiled, running towards him and hugging his brother. "Thank you, thank you–"

"But," Brady huffed, nudging Matt away while trying not to smile. "If you fuck it up again this time, then I'm not helping anymore. And if you somehow break her heart even more, though I'm not quite sure how that's possible...then I'm team y/n. Got it?"

"Yeah, sure, whatever," Matt nodded, hugging Brady again. "Okay, um, so like...what do we do?"

"I'm ordering food, you can come down after your nap and we'll talk." Brady replied, walking down the stairs.

Matt sighed and walked back to his room, closing the door behind him before taking a deep breath and exhaling with a smile. He saw movement coming from outside of his window and walked over, looking through his opened blinds to see you and Taryn walking out of your house and to your already running car, the both of you laughing and smiling at whatever you were talking about.

He felt his heart skip a beat when he saw you standing by your drivers side door and unlocking your car, saying something to Taryn before getting into the car. He watched a you guys pulled out of the driveway and down the street before walking over to his bed and lying down.

Matt ruined whatever chance he had with you yesterday, but with Brady's good knowledgable word...he knew that he still had a small chance at trying to fix everything. And he had two more shots to fix it– tomorrow at his family's Christmas Eve party...and Christmas morning.

And he was determined to make it the best Christmas Eve and Christmas you'd ever had.

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