#real people fanfiction

[cellythefloshie]

;; The Signing

Summary: Morgan struggles to forget about Emmy, a fan he met at a meet and greet. And when he the opportunity presents itself, Morgan doesn't shy away from taking his shot. Kinks & TW: mild sexual fantasies about a stranger, hosiery, first kiss, dry humping, unprotected sex, fingering, wall sex, creampie. A/N: I think this is only my second time writing male POV smut so be gentle with me. I'm tired so I'm not editing this well, and this has been sitting in my drafts for MONTHS so no I'm not waiting any longer to share this with you. Shout out to @hockeyboysimagines who planted this seed of self indulgence and has supported me as I ran with it. I know Barron isn't a well known/well loved guy in this community but fuck it, this fic has been so much fun to write. Morgan and Emmy 4 Ever. About the OC: Emmy, brunette with brown eyes... that's about it. If I took the time to really develop her, this would be a full on novel. Word Count: 13k+

When you played hockey, even just as a child, you were part of something bigger than yourself. There was a greater community, one that would always stand by you and you by them through victory and loss, and things greater than the game of hockey itself. Morgan Barron had experienced that first hand out on the ice during the many themed nights from when the New York Rangers would support First Responders to the Winnipeg Jets as they supported the cultural diversity of their great city, and everything in between. And he had felt it all again after he had taken a skate blade to the face during the Jets' appearance in the Stanley Cup Playoffs. The community had so quickly rallied around him, and in turn, giving back and getting out into the community was one of Barron’s favorite things to do during his downtime during the season. 

Some of his outings included visiting the children’s hospital with his teammates, others he spent alone - like the night he spent in a local sports collectible shop for a meet and greet with the fans, the community. 

The parking lot was full, and the overflow of parking sprawled up the length of the residential street. In the darkness, lined along the street curb, was the dim glow of headlights. One after the next, as each person wanting to meet him waited in the warmth of their cars instead of lining up in the Winnipeg chill caught somewhere between fall and winter. 

There was no snow on the ground yet, but the air was cold. And the roads were uneven, ridden with potholes, even as he turned into the parking lot. It rocked him in the seat of his truck as he pulled into the one spot that had been reserved for him. Sliding out of the cab, he took in a shark inhale, the cold hair harsh on his lungs, but the jog to the front door was brief. Inside, the little staff they had set up a table and chair for him and once he sat in it, his jacket draped over the back of it, his night began. 

One by one, Morgan met the fans. He loved it, but a part of him almost felt bad. Chances were, at the end of the night, he would remember a handful of their faces and one or two of their stories as they told them to him. While to them, meeting him would be a story on their social media channels at the very least. The things he signed would be added to one collection, or another. But to him, each conversation blurred into the next. 

Some asked about his scar, others pointed out just how nice it had healed. Then came those who commented on his game and wished him luck for the rest of the season. And with every single one of them, Morgan gave them all of his effort and undivided attention. That was all but one. 

Morgan has been in the middle of personalizing an autograph when he heard the door chime. Through the first fifty or more meet and greets, it had been nothing more than background noise as fans came and went. But for some reason, he had decided to look up as his silver Sharpie marker finished off the now too bold 36. 

Through the door came a young woman, no more than five years older than her, maybe even five years less. It was hard to tell these days, especially when someone was alone. If you were lucky, you would be able to guess just by how she interacted with her friends. But he had a mere few seconds to stare at her between signings. She stood just inside the door, her hand pulling her ticket out of her pocket to show her placement in line. And while that was the first thing she did, the first thing Morgan noticed was her smile. It was one that was almost too perfect, one that could only come from wearing braces. And her pale face was framed by lone, brunette curls that almost looked auburn in the fluorescent light. They may have even hung down into her eyes if it weren’t for the sunglasses pushed up onto the top of her head, more of an accessory than a necessity with the sun having set not long after the traditional workday had ended. 

Morgan tore his eyes from her when there was a shuffle of footsteps at his side. The next fan had finished paying for their small pile of photos to be signed, and the hockey cards that rested on top of them. He greeted them with a smile and fell into the same casual conversation he had all night. 

He did the same with the next, who had a single number from the 3 and 6 pairing that would be stitched onto the back of a jersey that would bear his name. 

It was then, after two encounters, that felt more like lifetimes than minutes, that the woman who had so easily stolen his attention stood at his side. With a small step to the side, she was offering her cell phone to one of the staff members to take a few photographs before she was handing him the puck she had brought to be signed. It was in a square plastic case that took up the space on his palm. The small square of paper inside listed his name and the time at which he had scored the goal. Morgan smiled as he read it over. The puck itself had been from an AHL game. From back when he had been traded from the New York Rangers to the Winnipeg Jets and had played the remainder of that season with their affiliate, the Manitoba Moose. 

She must have been watching him play for some time. 

Smiling, Morgan looked up at her, waiting to just catch a glimpse of a smile back at him, but she didn’t do much more than glance his way. She must have been nervous, trying to hide it between a laugh and avoiding eye contact as she spoke more to the staff than to him. 

She was telling the story of just how his trade, and his play with the Moose had put her on the path of being a Jets fan, again. Morgan signed the puck slowly, his eyes raising to look up at her on occasion until he had finished fitting the signature onto the puck. Then he sat back, and the chair listened to her tale. Not once did his smile fade, and his eyes did not leave her - even if they did wander. 

On her shoulders rested one of the Winnipeg Jets Reverse Retro Jackets that had been sold during the last regular season. It was a jacket that had been earning her compliments since she had walked through the door. And they weren’t wrong. It was a nice jacket. It looked great on her. Hell, she looked great, period. He couldn’t tell much of what she wore underneath the jacket, safe for a sliver of black fabric. He was sure could only be her blouse, and the small glimmer of a silver chain that hung around her neck. But it was her legs that quickly caught his attention. Even in the cold, she had gone out wearing a miniskirt. Intentional or not, she had caught his attention. His eyes dragged up and down the length of her, from the ankle of her brown boots, up over the curves of her thighs that disappeared under the plaid fabric that encased the breadth of her hips. 

He did his best not to stare at how she shifted the weight of her body from one foot to the next awkwardly as she spoke. Or how the slit of her skirt, as it rested over one thigh, looked as if with one wrong move, the stretchy fabric would reach its limits and rip. But it was there as his eyes fixated on the fabric that he did notice a rip, not in her skirt, but in her tights. To anyone else I would have gone unnoticed, but to him as he sat at her side, looking up and so fixated on every bit of her, he was taking in every little detail. The barely there run in her thighs started just above her right knee. The pale hosiery almost an exact match to her flesh, but he followed the run in the tights up, over the flesh of her thigh and to where it seemed to disappear between her thighs. 

Morgan’s mouth went dry, his eyes fixated there on the shadows between her thighs. Without touching her, without even getting out of his chair to get closer to her, Morgan could feel that would radiate off her skin. It made his palms begin to sweat, and it ignited a fire that burned over every inch of his body as he thought about how smooth her skin would feel as his hands slid over her thighs. And how tight the hosiery would be as he took it in each of his fists and tore a hole in them in just the right places-

Taking a sharp inhale, Morgan fixed his eyes on her smile one last time before he could really let his mind falter. It was then he caught a single word of her story that challenged the smile that had grown so wide his cheeks had begun to hurt. 

Boyfriend. 

She had a boyfriend. 

Of course she would. A woman like her, they always had someone waiting for them back home. But that didn’t make him feel any less stupid. He shouldn’t have been looking at her the way he knew he had been with his wide grin and his eyes looking at her in a way he didn’t have words to describe. It was embarrassing, laughable even, but she didn’t seem to notice. 

Nobody did. 

Closing up the protective casing on the puck, Morgan left it there on the table as he stood. He would give her one proper picture before they would send her on her way, and he would move on to the next fan that had already been kept waiting. 

With the single step of his white sneaker scuffing against the floor and Morgan was standing right beside her. Even with the thick heel of her boot, he towered over her. She came up no higher than his chin as he reached out and placed his hand against the wind breaker. It was a light touch, not enough to earn that horrible scratch sound of its unique fabric, but just enough that he could feel the curve of her body against his palm. 

Morgan stood there with his smile, his dark curls threatening to fall down into his eyes, as he tried to ignore how she felt beneath his touch. And he fought through the temptations of letting his mind falter back into the depths that were his unfound fantasy about a beautiful stranger. 

When he pulled back, he secured the puck with the glide of his thumb over the plastic sticker she had pried open to give him access to the puck inside. Then he handed it back to her, her rough fingertips grazing over his soft touch as she muttered out a soft thank you.

“Thanks for coming,” he leaned in as he spoke, hating that he could muster anything more clever or more thoughtful to say. 

He wanted her to stay. To listen to her laugh, and to her stories. To learn her name, and give him time to say anything else but those pathetic words that left his lips. But Morgan could only watch her. Her hand tucked the puck into the cross body bag that hung across her body, and with one final thank you to the girls working the meet and greet, she was gone. 

The young woman would remain nothing more than a stranger, a memory. And with that acceptance of fate, Morgan sighed, carded a hand through the thickness of his curls, and he moved onto the next fan in line whose face would be nothing but the one that blurred into the next. 

After a loss, there was always a certain calm on the bus ride to the airport. No one said a word after a greeting from Schmidt, a quick, “we'll get ‘em next time boys!” before they claimed their seats and fell into their routines. But Morgan had started before he could board. With his headphones thumbed into each year, and his music loud, he kept his head down as he moved to the back of the bus and took a seat. 

It was never a long drive, but he was sure to get a few tracks in, as they played a little too loud in his ears to block out the noise of his teammates around him. -He desperately needed the distraction. While he wasn't playing poorly, Morgan felt he could be playing better. He could always be better.

Maybe he was being too hard on himself, but sometimes you needed to be. And when that weight became too heavy on his shoulders, Morgan disconnected. 

The music blared in his ears, and his eyes fell onto the hypnotic glow of his cellphone as he cradled it in one hand. With the swift motion of a single thumb, Morgan browsed one social media timeline and then the next. Sinking further and further into the rabbit hole until he found himself staring at his own Instagram profile. More specifically, his tagged photos. It was there, his thumb stilled. His eyes fixating on one picture that stood out among the masses of images the Winnipeg Jets had tagged him in. 

The picture stood out to him, the backdrop of a small hockey collectibles shop instead of a hockey rink. And he wasn't alone in the picture, or joined by any of his teammates. Beside him stood the pretty brunette from the signing all those nights ago. Her arm bent so casually behind his back as his hand rested just above the small of hers. Any lower and he would have gotten himself into trouble, but it was innocent enough. 

Morgan smiled a crooked smile as he studied the angle from the other side of the camera. Her smile was a little awkward, and she wasn't as photogenic as she was magnetic in person, but she still held his attention all the same. 

Fingers tapped the side of his phone almost anxiously, his thumb hovering over her account name on the screen. He shouldn't have been so curious, but it was quick to get the best of him.

Her account name was one that could have only been made in high school. Something silly, clever at the time, but she never got around to changing. And it didn't have much more to offer him than that. With her first name, Emmy, the only name left there for him to know she had left no age, no emojis or lovers' initials for him to read. 

And her photos are nothing more than mere snapshots into her life. She liked to paddle boards - one of the many beautiful Manitoba lakes the backdrop to the curves of her body in tiny bikinis. She hikes and fishes in the summer too, the pictures shared of winding trails and her latest big catch. But her winters are reserved for the love of the sport she played - the occasional photo of Canada Life Centre posted on the screen. And she has a cat, who she takes more pictures of than anything or anyone else. Even more so than herself, with her selfies few and far in between. 

Scrolling down, Morgan pressed his thumb to the touch screen to prevent it from scrolling any further as a realization took him. She was alone in almost every single one of her photographs. Returning to her profile, Barron scrolled and looked at the small collection of images she had chosen to share. Each one seemed distinct. Alone and unrelated to the one that came before and the other that came after. Fractures of what once was there; her boyfriend. 

There was no sign of him anywhere on her profile. Not one picture or tag. He had been removed from her life with the click of a button. 

His smile grew. It shouldn't have, but it did as he leaned back against the seat. 

Then, the idea of messaging her made his smile go broader, and Barron cast a glance to the surrounding seats to assure he hadn't gathered any unwanted attention from his teammates. And when he was sure they were distracted by one another or something on their own phones, Barron opened a direct message and watched the cursor blink. 

His thumbs hovered over the keyboard, his mind blank, as he could decide what to say to her. In a perfect world, He could say literally anything to her and she would answer. But even as a NHL player, the chance of her screening him was high - hell, it felt higher than if he were just some average guy. And he didn't know if she was even looking for anything. A relationship, a friend, just someone to talk to… There was so much Morgan didn't know, including just how long she and her boyfriend had been separated. 

But he messaged her anyway. 

You google my name, and you get an entire Wikipedia page about my life. You google Emmy, and you get the awards. I want to know your story, if you’ll let me.

Staring at his phone screen, Morgen's heart fluttered in the depths of his chest at the unread message. It left him feeling nervous, sick even, knowing that she could read it and never reply-

“Hey,” a sharp shout met his ears. It was Schmidty calling to him from the front of the now empty bus. Well, empty except for him. “Bear. Com'on. Coach won't let us leave without you!” 

It was time to fly home.

For the entirety of his fight back to Winnipeg, Morgan slept to keep himself from constantly checking his phone. It was the only way to keep himself from holding his breath, leaving his lungs burning with the great anticipation of waiting for Emmy to reply. Hoping that she would, and the disappointment that would come if she didn’t. But that didn’t stop him from holding his breath as he walked out to his car and started up his phone. The bright light off the screen sent his eyes squinting as the darkness of the night surrounded him. One notification after the next had his phone vibrating in his hand, and his heart thundered as he read each one. And once he saw it, her smiling profile picture beside an Instagram notification, he held his breath until his lungs burned. She had answered! 

It was the first of many messages exchanged between them. The first of many conversations held between the awkwardness of his schedule. He sent quick messages in the mornings, after practice and before games and the late hours after. And she would answer the best she could when she could between her own chaotic schedule that came with working shift work. It wasn’t easy, but they made it work - but it made Morgan all the more nervous when he finally decided to ask her out to dinner, and all the more excited when she said yes. 

Earls on Main street was one of the nicest restaurants in Winnipeg without being intimidating and unapproachable for a first date. It was a place the guys on the team liked to frequent after a victory or during some downtime in a city that really had very little to do during the season unless you liked ice fishing or comedy clubs. And it was somewhere close to both of them, with it behind a mere ten-minute walk from the arena where Morgan parked his car and Emmy had claimed it was close to home for her as well, though Morgan did worry she had only said that to be agreeable. 

He arrived early, securing a table by the window looking over main street as it was already becoming congested with rush hour traffic. Cars sat bumper to bumper on weather eroded roads. The music that set the ambiance of the restaurant couldn’t even block their symphony of honking out. Each heavy honk interrupted the calm and reminded him of the nerves in the depths of his chest as he waited for Emmy. 

The beads of condensation could only calm the sweat of his palms as they dripped down the cold glass of his beer as it was handed to him. Sneaking one in before dinner wouldn’t hurt, not if it eased the worry in his mind. Dating as a hockey player in New York had been easy. He was a bottom 6 plug who barely broke the lineup back then. Girls weren’t intimidated by him, and they were different. Morgan had always had a type, that was for sure. He liked them brunette and outdoorsy, straying away from his type only a handful of times when it served him well. Emmy fit a lot of things in a woman he usually looked for. That alone should have put him at ease, but two things nagged him into the depths of his mind. Being a hockey player in the small city of Winnipeg meant you were a local celebrity. Some women didn’t like the attention that came with being around him. Then there was the biggest worry of all, something he had never worried about until her: what if she didn’t share his attractions? 

Texting was one thing. Something you could do with anyone, regardless of interest or attraction. Something you could do aimlessly when you were bored or trying to kill time. It was how you conversed in person that really mattered. That was where you showed your interest and how you really got to know them. Sitting at a table with someone you aren’t interested in would be harder - and all he could do as he polished off the golden ale of his beer was hope that it wouldn’t be the case. 

A steady hand lowered the empty glass down to rest on a coaster before his hand dropped to his phone that rested face down on the table. Morgan had tried not to watch the time, but the traffic was starting to calm and Emmy had yet to make an appearance. Almost thirty minutes had passed since he had arrived, and ten minutes since the agreed upon meeting time. He shifted in his seat as he placed the phone down again. Ten minutes wasn’t enough to be worried, but the waitress circled like a shark with blood in the water. 

“You have a chance to look over the menu,” the waitress, Jenn, spoke sweetly as she approached him. Her hand was quick to come to rest on the back of the chair behind him, and she smiled down at him, waiting for her response. 

“I’m still waiting on my date,” his head cocked, trying not to sound rude as he gestured to the seat across from him, “she shouldn’t be much longer, but maybe some water for the table?”

“And another beer?”

He paused for a moment, contemplating. Then, Morgan shook his head and let out a soft, “No, I’ll be okay for now. Thank you.” 

His hands dropped to the table, his thumbs drumming on the wooden surface rhythmically. It was a hollow distraction from what was the haunting possibility that he had gotten stood up. The movement and the sound were the only thing keeping Morgan from dropping his palm into his hand, his disappointment only consuming him on the inside. It bubbled there and almost became enough for him to leave enough cash on the table to cover the beer and a generous tip. And he almost did it, but when his thumbs stilled, he heard her. 

“Oh, yes, I see him. Thank you.”

Sitting up straight in his seat as he looked out over the restaurant that was beginning to grow consumed by the dinner rush. Walking down the narrow aisle between the bar and the seats along the large front windows, he found Emmy. She walked towards the table carrying two bags on one arm and her puffy white winter coat tossed over the other. Her coat is so large he can’t make out what she was wearing until she was draping it over the back of her chair: a pair of tight pleather pants hugged at her hips, a white blouse tucked in at the waist and she wore white sneakers that looked so clean he was sure they had never been worn outside. His eyes traced the curves of her body as he admired her, down one side and up the other until they fixated on her face-framing curls that hung loosely from the hold of her claw clip. Between each tendril was the smile he remembered so fondly. 

“I’m sorry I’m late,” her apology was quick and punctuated with a small huff that left her shoulder rising and falling with her breath. And her eyes didn’t quite meet his as she draped her coat over the back of her chair. 

She looked a little embarrassed, frustrated, maybe, but Morgan wanted to do his best to put her at ease. 

“Don’t worry about it.” Morgan stood up quickly, his hand reaching out to take hold of the back of her chair in a simple act of courtesy. He drew it back slowly, towering over her as he offered her a friendly smile. “Long day?”

“Very.” There was a tiredness in her voice, and it had Morgan’s smile on the verge of wavering. 

They could have postponed, he wouldn’t have minded. Yet, there she was looking a little defeated, a little tired with faint purple bags under her eyes that she tried to hide with concealer, but just as beautiful as the night she had walked into the collector's shop to meet him. 

She smiled across the table at him; he smiled back, and before he could say anything else, the waitress Jenn had returned to serve them. 

They started their date with a glass of wine, something to take the edge off. It calmed his nerves, and he watched the tension melt away from her shoulders with each sip of her glass. Then came dinner that was paired with soft laughs and conversation, before they finished with coffee and desserts. Hours passed, the sunset and the restaurant cleared until it felt like they were the only two left in the place. And he would stay there with you until the lights went down, and they tried to kick you both out if he could. He liked Emmy’s company, and he was sure she did too by the way she laughed and how the conversation never seemed to die. Even the silence as he sipped what was left of his coffee felt right in her company. 

Morgan’s lips parted in a satisfied hum as he leaned back in his seat, his long legs stretching out just far enough to brush against hers beneath the table. She doesn’t pull away. She doesn’t even flinch. He wonders if she even noticed his touch, his warmth as his leg rested so casually against what he was sure was her knee. It was the subtlest of touches, and it only left him wanting more. Morgan wanted to reach out over the table and hold her hand. To feel the smooth skin of her fingers and toy with the ring she wore on her right little finger. He wanted to press his hand to her lower back, to let it so subtly find her curves as they walked together. But there was nothing more he wanted than to take her home. To take her to her bed or his and explore every inch of the body he had been left to dream about since the day he met her. 

He wanted their night to continue after dinner. To keep making her laugh, but also make her moan. 

But he couldn’t have her and be a gentleman both-

“Is there anything else I can get you two?” Jenn’s quick question pulled Barron from his thoughts, his head snapping in her direction as he was reminded that he and Emmy were not, in fact, alone in the restaurant.  

“Just the bill, please,” he smiled before looking across the table at Emmy, who smiled back at him in return. Jenn left them, and with a quick glance over the near empty, he half laughed, “I think we overstayed our welcome.”

“I’m not complaining,” she assured him. “It’s a shame they aren’t open later. I could have probably sat here all night.”

Morgan had to bite his tongue. He was sure that was his chance to make this more than just dinner, but maybe she was just being polite. Complimenting his company. Besides, he had already decided he was going to be a gentleman. 

When Jenn returned with the bill, she didn’t linger. She placed the thin leather receipt book down, directly between them and half hanging off the table’s edge. The white edge of the receipt peaking out for the top. Morgan offered a soft, thankful smile as he reached out for it, his hand wrapping around it effortlessly as he drew it back to his side of the table while the other slipped into his back pocket for his wallet. 

“Here, let me cover my half,” Emmy insisted, her hand reaching out to catch the very edge of the book, her fingers so close to his Morgan’s breath hitched, wishing she had reached out for his hand. 

Morgan didn’t even have to think about it. Maybe her insistence was her trying to be kind. A show of equality, the strength of her femininity. But he couldn’t let her pay. It didn’t feel right. Not while he made millions a year. “I’m not letting you do that.”

“But then-” she began to counter, but cut herself off with the bite of her own teeth on her lower lip. 

Morgan’s shoulder slumped, his head hanging there as his eyes shut and a heavy sigh shook him. He didn’t need her to finish to know what she was going to say. 

But then this would be a date. A real date. Not just two people spending the entire evening together with wine, a meal, and what he thought was great company. Had he been wrong? Had she not enjoyed their evening together?

The thought hurt him to even wonder, but he hit the ache in his chest behind a crooked smile and continued to go through his wallet with the intention of paying the bill in full. “I insist,” he continued to assure, his words gentle, “it wouldn’t feel right if I didn’t. This doesn’t have to be anything more than dinner.”

She was silent for a moment, her glossy eyes fixated on the receipt as her hands slid from the tabletop to rest on her lap. Emmy shifted uncomfortably in her seat, a heavy breath rocking her shoulders as she conceded, “yeah, okay, but only if you insist.”

There was a heaviness between them as he paid the bill, making sure to leave a tip for Jenn who was forward but friendly with her service. He offered his thank you's, and helped Emmy gather her things before they moved to the front doors together. It was only as they entered the building’s lobby that she spoke again. 

“I’m sorry, I should have-” she cut herself off with a sigh, “It’s been a while since I’ve gone out with anyone I-” Emmy rambled, as she rounded one of the chairs in the lobby and seated herself down. She draped her coat over her lap, and placed her bags at her feet, her attention on them instead of Morgan, who lingered standing tall at her side. 

And he almost frowns. It’s like she can’t find the words she really wants to say to him. 

“It’s okay,” he assured, his hands dipping into the pockets of his jeans as he slouched his shoulders. He couldn't help but be responsible for what now felt like a miscommunication. “I could have been-”

“No, no, it wasn’t you,” she sighed, her hand falling to her hands, “you’ve been great. Really. A perfect gentleman-” Morgan wanted to beam, but he kept his composure as he moved to sit across from her, “It’s just, this has all been harder for me to adjust to than I thought.”

This? Dating. 

Morgan sighed as he leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees. It was hard not to be selfish. To not be upset with the fact that she was struggling to get back into the dating game when he was sitting right in front of her. But it wasn’t easy, not if her boyfriend was someone she had hoped to spend the rest of her life with while he was just supposed to be a hockey player on her television screen. 

He did his best not to be upset, defeated by the fact that maybe she wasn’t all that interested in him or ready to move on, but Morgan showed her compassion regardless. “How long were you two together?”

“Five years… give or take a few months.”

“And how long has it been since…”

“Three months…”

Morgan let out a long, heavy sigh. The break up was still very, very fresh for her. And after being in a relationship for so long, it could take her months, maybe even years, to recover. It was something he couldn’t rush, even if he wanted to be selfish and have her all for himself. 

“If it’s any consolation, I had a very nice night with you, Emmy. And I’d like to see you again, even if it’s just as friends.”

A soft smile splayed over her features as her arms hugged her coat to her chest. “I’d like that.” Her warm eyes met him for a moment. So soft and warm, they alone were almost enough to draw him in, but Morgan kept himself at bay, smiling along with her soft words, “I mean, how am I supposed to pay you back if I don’t see you again?”

“Em,” Morgan started to protest, and her smile only grew. 

“At least let me buy you a beer sometime, as a thank you,” she insisted. 

And how could he say no if it meant securing plans to see her again?

“Okay, fine,” his words were laced with a hint of laughter, “one beer.” 

Emmy smiled at the compromise, her warm gaze falling from his features and to her bed. Morgan watched as she rummaged through it, curious to know what she was searching for, only for his brows to knit when she pulled out a pair of winter boots. 

“You don't plan on walking home, do you?” He asked her quickly. It was late, and sure the buses would be running and taking a taxi was always an option, but Morgan wanted to assure she was getting home safe. 

“I always walk home, it's not far,” she assured. 

“I've kept you out pretty late it’s-” 

“Not safe?” she cut in, smiling. She's had this talk many times before. “I've lived in downtown Winnipeg longer than you've been pro.” 

Morgan raised his hands up, but this wasn't a defeat. “Alright, tough guy, the people of Winnipeg better watch out for you. But please, let me give you a ride, at the very least, to give me some peace of mind.” 

Emmy cocked her head to the side, her warm brown eyes looking across at him as she continued to smile. For a moment, Morgan Thought she might have the gull to refuse him, to insist on walking home alone regardless of his offer. But then she tucked her boots back into her bag and stood up to pull on her coat. 

“Alright, fine. You can drive me home, but only because it's late,” she accepted his offer with a smile, and then took his arm as it was offered to her. 

They walked together, with her arm linked around his, through the city's skywalk system to keep away from the winter's chill. They made small talk, sharing casual conversation about plans for the coming days as they walked back to where he left his truck parked closer to the rink in their secured parking. And she didn't let her touch slip away from him until he had opened the passenger side door of his truck and helped her inside. 

The drive to her apartment was quick, no longer than 5 minutes, and was only delayed by the series of one-way streets he had been forced to wind through and his need to ask Emmy for directions. Her apartment, a mere five story building surrounded by towering sky rises, was calm out front. Light glowed from a number of the windows, but the street itself was calm and felt worlds away from the arena that was no more than four city blocks away. It didn't feel like the city there, so close to the heart of Winnipeg but also so close to the river, and the nature Manitoba was known for. 

Morgan smiled up at the quaint little apartment before he looked across the front seat and to Emmy, whose hand had dropped to unbuckle her seatbelt. “No wonder you go to so many games-”

He bit his tongue. All night, they had done their best not to talk about work. His or hers. The only way he would have known she went to as many games as she seemed was from looking at her social media. Which he had, too many times, before their date that night.

“Are you creeping on me?” Her words were more of a tease than a question. 

Morgan smiled wider. 

“I might have, once or twice.”

Blush flooded her cheeks, her head turning to try to hide it from him, but it still lingered when she looked back with a small smile she was trying to contain as she spoke. “Thanks for the ride.” 

“Thanks for the company.”

“I had a good time.”

There it was. The awkward pleasantries that lead up to the goodbye. The ones that were sandwiched between the feeling of wanting to spend more time with one another and the finality of needing to leave. Worst of all, he wanted to go with her. Morgan would have parked his car on the street and went up to her apartment with her if she had extended the invitation, and would ruin his every effort to remain a gentleman. But they sat in silence, sharing soft smiles as the car sat in the middle of the road, obstructing the traffic that didn't exist at that time of night. 

Yet, neither of them could manage to say what needed to be said. Goodbye. 

Even as she grabbed her bags, it couldn’t slip off his tongue. Not even as he saw her hand hesitate as she reached for the door could Morgan find a single word. Not a goodbye, not the wait that sat lodged in the back of his throat, no matter how desperately he wanted to scream it. And for a moment he thought he might have, because Emmy froze and she placed her bags back down on the floor of the truck. Then she shimmied into the center seat, her arms reaching around him so carefully in a cautious embrace. 

“Thanks for dinner,” she whispered out, her hot words felt against his neck. 

Morgan’s jaw set, a single arm wrapping around her and drawing her in just a little closer. The strength of his arm coiled around her, his fingers gripping at the curve of her waist as his face found its place in the crook of her neck. He breathed her in, felt her warmth, yet he didn't feel close enough. Morgan wanted nothing more than to pull her closer - but if she were any closer, Emmy would be in his lap. 

He held her until he felt her slip away from him. But she didn't go far. She lingered in the space that was once left void between them, breathing his air and not quite out of his reach. Morgan could feel her every heated breath on his cheeks, and watched at her brown doe eyes as they traced the angles of his features. But it was only as she stared fixated on his lips that Morgan felt he knew what she wanted. 

A single hand raised up, his touch meeting the skin of her cheek. Feeling her was so smooth in contract, his hockey callous hands against perfectly imperfect flesh. Fingertips grazed over her cheek carefully, traveling up to her hairline and drew her in. 

His kiss was quick and chaste. That was until Morgan felt her kiss him back. The soft gentle drag of her full lips that almost seemed to gasp at the fiction. He drew her in a little closer, the soft sound sending his heart racing as his tongue swept out between his teeth and tasted the very entrance of her mouth before Morgan found his restraint. 

Morgan's hands fell from her face, his gaze dropping to look down at his truck seat, ashamed. 

He shouldn't have done that. 

“I’m sorry,” his words caught in the back of his throat and his tongue parted his lips and ran over them just to taste what remained of her on his lips. 

“Don’t be,” Emmy breathed out, the heat of her words felt on his face as she had yet to really pull away from him. She was so close he thought she might lean back in, that she might let him kiss her again if he reached up and took her cheeks in both of his hands. And he considered doing it, even as his hands reached up to grip the steering wheel in restraint. The long moment of opportunity passed and all of her warmth was gone in one simple motion as she opened the truck door. The gust of Winnipeg winter wind left him shivering as she grabbed her things. 

“Good night, Morgan,” she told him softly as she moved to slip out the passenger door, where she froze one last time. “Can I call you in the morning?”

Morgan took in a sigh of relief. “Please do.”

The edge of the cold, hard, white plastic of the key card tapped against the rounded edge of his steering wheel as Morgan drove towards the airport. There was a flurry in the sky. Fluffy snowflakes that left the road slick and congested with traffic, but not even that could frustrate him. Not with the key card pinched between his two fingers. 

He didn’t know what it was for, but he knew who it belonged to. It must have fallen from Emmy’s purse, or her pocket when he had given her a ride home. Whether it was intentional or not, he didn’t know. But it gave him an excuse to message her as he rolled to a stop in the parking lot outside the Winnipeg Richardson International Airport. 

The text message may have sounded like an innuendo if it hadn’t been for the picture of her keycard in his hand as he held it out in front of him. 

And as he broke the news, Emmy was quick to respond. 

At two in the morning, when the city was calm and the only thing that was open was the occasional gas station or convenience store, the drive from the airport to downtown Winnipeg was quick. Morgan’s truck was the only vehicle on the road safe for the occasional taxi driving club goers home, or an emergency vehicle wailing through the street on their way to the next call. But the air was quiet when Morgan pulled into the victory parking space behind Emmy’s building. A small caution greeted him, any cars parked there after two in the morning would be towed. He looked to the left, parked car, he looked to the right, another car. This one was covered in snow, and looked like it had been there a number of days. And he shrugged. There was nothing he had to worry about. 

Leaning across the center console, Morgan reached into the glove-box where he stored Emmy’s key card for the short time he had been in Chicago. He tapped it between his fingers, grinning. It was such a simple thing. A plain white card, misplaced, allowed him to see her again so much sooner than he could have anticipated. What was surely a headache for her was a gift to him. 

Morgan smiled the entire way to the building’s front door, where with quick fingers he quickly pressed the cold buttons that would alert her that he had arrived. A cold wind chilled him as he stood, waiting as the ring of the apartment directory box rang. Shoulders raised and his neck shrunk down into his coat as his hands drove into his pockets. Morgan listened to each droning ring, his heart racing at the prospect that it was too late, that Emmy had most likely fallen asleep before the plane had even landed. 

But then he heard her, her voice sounding distorted and robotic as it came through the speaker, “take the elevator up!” 

Then all was quiet and there was nothing more to be heard until the lock on the door clicked. 

Drawing his hands from his pocket, the sticky cold of the handle greeted his palms. It melted beneath his quick touch and the warmth of the lobby embraced him. The contrast of hot and cold left his body shivering as he took quick strides up the quick steps of the lobby, and quickly found the elevator. It roared to life with the press of a button, leaving whatever floor it had stopped on to meet him on the main level. The door parted in front of him, revealing a small, empty elevator that he would take up to the 5th floor. When the doors parted again, he exited out into the hallway and looked left, then right, trying to gauge the layout of the floor only to find a familiar face. 

Emmy. 

“I thought it would be easier to meet you,” Emmy greeted him with a soft smile. 

His smile grew as his eyes dragged up and down her figure. Not only had she managed to stay awake for him, she hadn’t dressed down in her pajamas. Wherever she had been earlier in the evening had her dressed in a navy blue dress that hugged her body and stopped mid calf. His gaze lingered on the hem before following the angles of her legs down to her feet where she stood without shoes, but was not barefoot. She was wearing a pale hosiery that was barely there noticeable and it left his mind spiraling back to the very first night he had met her when the miniskirt she had been wearing wasn’t enough to hide the run in her tights. 

He swallowed hard, trying to moisten his suddenly dry mouth. 

“Saves me from getting lost in the hallway,” Morgan tried to keep his words playful, his dry throat sticking to his words as he spoke. Then, while smiling, he dipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out her key card. “Here, I-” he licked his lips, “I'm sorry I kept you up so late waiting on me.” 

Emmy smiled. Then, she reached out and took it from his hand as it was offered to her. Her delicate touch fluttered over his hand for a moment before she pulled it into her chest. 

“Late? Hardly,” her tone was chipper, reassuring, “I was actually-” she looked down the hallway to what he was sure was her door. Emmy chewed at her bottom lip, sighing as she brought her free hand up to push through her long, brunette curls, “did you want to come inside?” 

Her question had been blurted out when her mind had failed to find words smoother or more coy during her brief moment of hesitation. 

And Morgan should have said no. He knew he should have. But with the memory of her tiny skirt and long legs weighing heavily on his mind, he couldn't refuse. 

Smiling, Morgan gestured up the hall silently and let her lead the way into her apartment at the end of the hallway. It was a good size for one person with the kitchen and main living space visible from the door. The lights were dim, their glow lighting up a wall of bookshelves and her sofa. Across from in, a single television and photographs hung above. It's quaint, comfortable, but he can tell there used to be more. There were large spaces of openness. Like half of the furniture was missing - a void of what was once more left behind. And tucked into the corner, just below the large windows that looked out over the parking lot, and the Assiniboine River, was a pile of boxes. 

Maybe she was moving, or maybe she was just hiding from the memories. 

He didn’t pry. 

“Nice place you got here,” He complimented as he kicked off his shoes and pushed them to the side where a pair of her boots sat on a plastic mat to keep the melted snow from becoming a puddle on the floor, “is there somewhere I can put my coat?”

Morgan hated himself for asking. He shouldn't have been settling in. 

“Here, I can take it,” she was quick to offer, her hands finding his coat as it slipped from his arms. Her touch left his shoulder tense, and his heart racing as he watched her move halfway up the hallway to hang up his coat in the closet. “Did you want a drink or something?”

“No, no, I'm fine, really,” Morgan assured, still standing in the doorway. 

“Let me know if you change your mind,” Emmy smiled, moving past him to curl up on the sofa. 

She sat right in the middle of the sectional, the chaise empty to her left and to her right her laptop with a book resting on top. And across her face came the glow of the television, the highlights from the game playing on repeat. The Jets had won 3-2 in overtime, but it wasn't a game he was proud of. He had less than 10 minutes of ice time, his play was lacking and his mind distracted as he knew that when he landed back in Winnipeg, he had to come back and see her. He knew she watched the game, but she wished she hadn't. At Least then maybe he could pretend he had played better. 

“You watched the game?” He gestured to the television as he approached the couch slowly and took the vacant space next to her on the chaise. 

“Yeah,” she said, “had my family over to watch after grabbing dinner. Hence the dress, I didn't just-”

“Put it on for me?” The suggestion slipped from Morgan's lips before he could stop himself, and it left his tongue feeling like it was swelling in his mouth. The feeling left his mouth gaping, his eyes shutting as he hid his own embarrassment behind his hand. 

“Lounge around in business casual,” she offered him the rest of her words, her smile coy as she brought her legs up to curl off to the side. 

As he peeked through his fingers, he was hyperaware of every one of her movements and how the fabric of her dress raised up higher on her legs as she got comfortable. The dark fabric bunched around her knees, exposing the narrow ripple of the runs as they began and traveled up to where he couldn't see.

“I'm sorry,” Morgan laughed, his hand falling back to his lap as he turned to face her straight on. He should have asked her about her day then. It would have been a nice distraction from the fool he had made of himself, but he had already shoved his foot in his mouth already. “I'm just a little distracted… You just look so pretty over there.”

Over there. He wanted to hit his palm against his forehead. She was mere inches from him, her body within his reach and even closer as she turned to prop her elbow on the back of the sofa and her head in her hand. She gazed at him, her eyes soft, like he was a daydream, and her smile grew with the red flush of her cheeks. 

“I can't tell if you're nervous, or trying to be coy,” Emmy hummed playfully.

And he couldn't tell her it was neither. Morgan wasn't nervous or coy. He was just a man who wanted nothing more than to take her by the legs, hoist up the skirt of her dress and rip a hole in her tights. 

“Which one gets me a kiss?” 

Her entire face lit up at the question, and she knew it. Emmy tried to hide it from him as she looked away at the television, but her composure was weaning, as was his own. “Bringing me my badge gets you a kiss.” 

Emmy leaned in, her eyes shutting and her face softening, and found his lips in a soft kiss that was not much more than a fluttering graze that left his hand flexing with restraint. He wanted nothing more than to draw her back in, to kiss her firmly, deeply, and then he saw her smile and how the corner of her lips curled up and the brightness of her eyes flickered like candle light. She hadn't kissed him like that to be gentle or sweet. Emmy was teasing him - testing him - and he failed. There was no hiding that he wanted more from her. He could feel it written all over his own face as his jaw slacked and eyes narrowed as she leaned in again and placed another slow kiss to his mouth. 

It was an agonizing kiss. Her full lips brushed against his, meeting his kiss with all of her calm sweetness gone. Emmy was as eager as he was. Their kiss hastened, her lips parting and her tongue gliding over his lips before he could reach both hands up to cup each side of her face. It drew her in deeper, his tongue tasting hers and coaxing a soft sound up her throat. It was a mix of a sigh and a moan, her lips melting into his as she pushed up onto her knees, but didn't let her lips stray from their kiss. 

She wanted to be closer to him, and Morgan welcomed it. His hands left her face, dropping down to hook behind her knees where the fabric of her dress bunched. He gripped her there, and used that leverage to pull her in closer, over the rough gray fabric of the sofa. It was the only encouragement she needed to come in closer, her own hands reaching down to pull up the fabric of her dress just enough to climb into his lap.

His own heartbeat pounded in his ears at the feeling of her knees on either side of his thighs, and the warmth of her body as it bridged over him. Morgan could finally, for the very first time, after months of what ifs, maybes, and dreams that left him reeling in a cold sweat, feel her body against him. He could finally feel the curves of her waist and hips beneath his palms. He stoked over them as he kissed her, rubbing up and down and up again before they reached the hem of her dress that had raised up higher and higher until it came to rest at her mid thigh. So much of her was left exposed to him, yet there was so much more for him to uncover if Emmy left him. 

Morgan's hand dipped down, abandoning the skirt of Emmy's dress and grazing over the thin nylon hosiery. He stroked over it discreetly, until he found it, a single run that stretched from knee to inner thigh. Fingertips traced it lazily as he pulled back from the kiss of her lips and began to kiss along the soft angle of her jaw until he was speaking his heated words just below her right ear, “I can’t stop thinking about these.”

Two fingers found the largest point in the run and circled it slowly. Morgan could feel it stretch and grow beneath the friction. He smiled against the skin of her neck. 

“I noticed them the day I met you…” Morgan’s fingers toyed with the nylon, stretching it just a little wider so he could feel the soft flesh of her inner thigh before tracing the run back down to her knee. “You were wearing that little skirt. It was so short, how could I not look? Your curves, I noticed those first. If you don't count that smile.” 

He paused again, just long enough to draw back and take in the sight of Emmy as she sat there straddling his lap. Her eyes shut, her body completely still as if she was holding her breath, hanging on his every word as he offered her a mere fraction of the desire in his mind. 

“Your ass, your thighs. Too thick for the cheap tights…” he followed the run up high, almost to the very apex of her thigh, “so they stretch and they run.”

Emmy shuttered, whether it be from his touch of his words he didn't know, but he felt it. Morgan felt it across his lap first, her hips moving from side to side in an involuntary wiggle as the shiver had run its course down her body, and then he felt it in his thighs as her knees seemed to subtly squeeze around him before relaxing once more. It was paired with an unsteady breath, then another as his fingers stroked in small circles around the exposed skin at the very center of the run. 

He was so close to letting a single finger slip between the nylon and trying to rip it away from her skin. But he hesitated, waiting for her rejection or some sort of permission to keep going. Either way, the damage was done. Morgan had made his advance when he should have done nothing more than talk to her about her day and go home tired with nothing more than a thank you kiss. And as he waited with nothing but the sound of her eager breath to put him at ease, Morgan was sure he was going to be sent home at the cost of any kind of relationship with her going forward. 

But then she spoke, and he heard the smile in her tone, “so that's why you were looking at me like that.”

“Like what? Where?” he breathed out, his nose nuzzling into her neck before he placed a gentle kiss there. 

“At the signing,” her words were soft, jovial, “you were looking at me like I was the only person in that room.” Emmy’s head turned into his as she chuckled, her cheek grazing with his as she spoke softly, “and I was too nervous to even notice. I don't even know if I even looked at you the whole time…”

“You didn't,” he confirmed gently, “but I wished you would.” 

She drew back slowly, and he could no longer feel the heat of her breath against his skin but her doe-brown eyes looking down at him. “I didn't even believe it after looking at the photos. It was my friend who pointed it out…” 

“And what did she say?”

She looked away, and Morgan raised his free hand up to guide her gaze back to his. “Nothing appropriate.” 

“You and your friend, you're close?”

She nodded slowly. 

“You tell her about me?”

“Yes,” her head cocked to the side, “should I not have?”

“No, no,” Morgan shook his head, his hair falling down into his eyes, “I don't care about that. What did she say after our date?”

Emmy’s cheeks turned a brilliant shade of pink and her shoulders slouched forward as she tried to avoid his gaze again. Whatever her friend, Emmy didn't want to repeat it, and that excited him. 

Leaning in, Morgan kissed her neck slowly. A sloppy, open-mouthed kiss that left a heated trail as he kissed his way down to the angles of her collarbone. He felt her breast heave against his chin as he spoke against her flesh. “What did she say, Emmy?” 

Morgan punctuated his question with the graze of his teeth over her collarbone, coaxing a shutter to run its course through her body once more. 

“She,” Emmy gasped, “asked if you fuck as good as you play hockey.” 

Morgan's lips caught on her flesh, dragging over it as he drew back just enough to look over the softened embarrassment on her features. Her friend's words were a bold, brash thing to say. Girl's talk, gossip even, and it had brought them to what felt like the turning point of their night. 

“What did you tell her?” Morgan asked. 

“That you were a perfect gentleman.” Her breath was sweet against his face as she spoke, his own lips so close to kissing her again. 

“That's too kind,” Morgan told her. His hand stroked over one of her cheeks before his fingers knitted into her brunette curls. He wanted nothing more than to anchor himself there. To use it to draw her in and to kiss her again. But that would make him far from the gentleman he was trying to be. 

Emmy needed time to heal, Mogan knew that. Her wounds of her breakup were still fresh. He could see it even as she sat there in his lap in the middle of her living room. The boxes piled and the emptiness that remained. That alone should have been enough to say goodnight. He should have done nothing more than place a simple kiss on her forehead and left, but there was no ignoring the tensions between them. The tension he had been trying to ignore since the very night he had met her. 

He was only a gentleman in practice. His thoughts, however, were the very opposite. 

“Morgan,” Emmy whispered out as she raised up both hands. They took hold of him on each side of his face, the delicate touch of her fingers tickling over his scar and up into his hair. He groaned at the tug on his scalp as her fingers tangled in his post game shower curls. Her touch was all he needed to close the breath of space between them. 

Their lips met unlike they had before. There was nothing chaste or cautious about the kiss. Emmy kissed him with such haste it was as if she thought he might disappear without notice. And his one large hand slid through her soft strands to the nape of her neck, drawing her in and kissed her with such depth Morgan swore he could taste something sweet on her tongue. Feeling it glide along the inside of his mouth coaxed a moan from the depths of his throat. Morgan had hoped the Kiss would have been enough to muffle it. That Emmy wouldn't hear the pathetic sound as it rumbled through his chest, but then he felt her smile against his lips. 

The soft, confident curl of each corner drew a smile of his own, their teeth smacking as they were caught somewhere between a kiss and laughter. There was a level of comfort there on her coach, with her in his lap, that Morgan couldn't have anticipated. It made his every decision easy and made without any hesitation. Morgan barely had to think, only act, and it only slipped out of control and onto instinct when he felt Emmy's hips roll against his own. 

There was no stopping himself from doing what he did next. His hands dropped to her hips instantly, gasping for a fistful of her dress and hosiery clad flesh. Morgan gripped her tight, his hands guiding her body so petite yet to curvy over the stiffening of his cock in his slacks. But it’s not enough. It only took two agonizing rotations before Morgan was slipping her to lie back on the chaise of her couch. Limbs hung over the side lazily as he hovered over her, his mouth capturing hers in a sloppy kiss as he rolled his hips down into hers. Fully clothed, her dress shifting up with the help of the tug of his hands, he felt like a desperate teenager. With Emmy’s hips raising to meet every roll of his own, he wanted nothing more to reach down and flick the button of his pants free. To ease the tension of his slacks over his cock that now raged against the fabric. The friction of her body alone would be enough to make him cum if that was as far as they decided to take things - but then he felt her hands. They fumbled in the space between them, down his chest and to the skirt of her dress. Emmy pulled it up, her body arching and contorting against his to work the navy fabric free. 

Morgan salivated, his hands finding the rough gray fabric of the couch to push off until he was kneeling on the hard, laminate floor in front of her just to get a good look at her. The chaise was too small for her to lie on comfortably. Her leg hung off over the end of the couch at the knee, while the other leg was bent, her heel pressed into the plush cushion. The rest of her body sprawled, her beige hosiery near invisible until the waist wrapped around her stomach and so flattering to her figure Morgan was left biting his lip. Then, there was the contrast of her black panties beneath, and the mismatch of her sunflower yellow bra to catch his eyes as they wandered over each swell and valley of her body. And she watched him in return as she lay there, her chest heaving and her hands coming to rest on the couch’s surface. He was too far out of her reach to touch, but her dark eyes that contrasted his so perfectly told him exactly what she wanted. 

A single hand reached back and gripped the light fabric of his t-shirt in his first. Morgan pulled it off in one fluid motion before it joined her dress on the floor. Then, his hand dropped to his best that sat too snug on his waist. He worked it free with one hand and pulled it free of each loop before dropping it to the floor with a clamor that even startled himself in what had become silence. He then leaned in, his pants hanging off his hips but not discarded, and let his touch return to the inside of her thighs. His calloused fingers traced over each run in her tights slowly, and his eyes followed each tear like roadways on a map while searching for the right direction. It was when he found the widest part of the run; he dipped one finger into it and began to work it larger. Then another. Emmy was shuddering by the time he was spreading his fingers, working the tear large enough to grip it with both hands. The fabric ripped with ease, the sound so satisfying, Morgan’s cock twitched. And he didn’t stop until the hole was ripped big enough for his fingers to tease the dark fabric of her panties. 

There was no seeing her arousal in the fabric that dark, but he could feel it with his knuckles as he let them brush over her crotch in their first teasing graze. He stroked her up and down, the friction against her cunt earning a strangled whimper from her lips. Morgan cocked his head. He wanted her to be louder. He didn’t know if she was holding back by practice or by embarrassment, but he could see it in how her eyes shut tight and her lips parted in a ghost of a moan that there was a sweet sound for him to hear. ‘

A single hand remained between her legs, turning so that his palm could stroke over her clit slowly as he climbed up onto the couch. With one knee between her legs, helping his hand in keeping her already trembling legs apart, Morgan’s lips returned to her mouth in a sloppy kiss. It was as he kissed her, and her hips raised to grind against his palm, that he heard her. A soft, delicate moan that had her tilting her head back into the cushions. 

He could make her louder than that, he was sure of it. 

Without drawing back, Morgan’s hand fumbled between her legs with the soaked fabric of her panties. He hooked them with one finger, then a second when he couldn’t get the grip just right. Tugging them to one side, his fingers felt just how wet she had become. The slick left his fingers gliding over her folds and earning a cuss from his own lips. His jaw slacked in awe at the feeling. The effortlessness of how his fingers moved over her core, up to circle her clit and back down again before sliding them into the warmth of her cunt. Her arousal was practically dripping down his fingers, and not only could he feel the effect he had on her, he could hear it, too. 

The first plunge of his fingers earned the moan that he could practically feel in his own throat. It was hot against his cheek; her face burying in her hair as he began the steady rhythm of his finger thrusts. In and out, then deeper. Emmy’s core clenched around his fingers, her wetness dripping down over his knuckles and onto the sofa below. Her body wound around his, her breath a desperate pant as he brought her closer and closer to her release with nothing more than his finder. And he would have finished her off that way, too. With just a single hand, that was until she gave an order that sounded more like a question. “Take your pants off?” 

Easing up, Barron’s fingers left her core and went straight to his pants. His own movements were rushed, almost clumsy, as he pushed his slacks down to the floor, his boxers slipping down with them. Then there was a bit of a scramble between them as he knelt back down on the couch. Hair fell into his eyes, his hands moved one place and then the next on her body as her smaller and his larger tried to fit together just right. His lips found her lips. His hands stroked the soft angles of her body, traveling down where one hand took hold of his own cock. He stroked it slowly with one hand before guiding it down into the space between her legs where his fingers once were. There his hand remained, dragging the tip of his cock up and down her entrance before his hips eased forward in the gentle pressure. Emmy gasped against his lips, Morgan fighting one of his own back down into the depths of his throat as the warmth of her core welcomed him from the tip, inch by inch with each slow and deliberate rotation, until he was buried to the hilt. 

The couch shifted with each thrust, banging into the wall with a hollow sound. Pillows and couch cushions fell or were pushed to the ground as Emmy reached out to brace herself on the surface, only to find no support. Her hands were then quick to find the strength of his back, her long nails digging in and then deeper as the couch fell from one of its legs, leaving the surface uneven and their bodies sliding. 

He felt her startled yelp in the back of his throat, one arm wrapping around her middle while the other braced their bodies against the arm of the couch. He caught them so effortlessly, his cock still buried deep in her cunt, but they couldn’t stay there. 

“Hold on to me,” he muttered to her breathlessly, and he felt Emmy’s legs coil tight around his middle. 

When he was sure she was secure, her arms grasping tight around the strength of his shoulders, Morgan stood up. He lifted up with little effort, all without his cock slipping from her core. The quick, wide-eyed glance of Emmy’s eyes betrayed her, the shock of what seemed like such a smile movement all over her features. He carried her, a smile pressed to her cheek, as he listened to her gasp and moan as she bobbed along the stiffness of his cock until he had her pinned against the bare living room wall. And he fucked her against it. 

The sturdiness of the wall was the only leverage he needed, his arms moving to hook around the underside of her thighs, as he guided her along his cock. Morgan watched her with a cocky confidence as her face softened, her head leaning back against the blank, white surface as her lips parted. He waited for the words to spill, but her feeble moans were all the met his ears as he fucked her there, feeling the first pulsing wave of her pleasure that sent her arousal dripping down the thick vein of his cock straight down to his balls. 

It left her panting, desperate for more as her hand left his shoulder to push off the wall, “bed, the bed.”

Emmy’s bedroom was down the narrow hallway, just off the bathroom. He couldn’t see it well, wasting no time to turn the lights on, but all he could see was the silhouette of her unmade bed. The duvet wrinkled and tangled with the bodies as he lay her down, his hands finding her hips to brace himself as his hips found their steady roll once more. 

He could feel the exertion overtaking his body. The sweat beading down his muscles as if he had just finished a practice on the ice, and Emmy’s body was against his. Hyper aware of every one of her movements, Barron’s head was spinning as he tossed his head back to toss the sweaty curls from his face. He was starry eyes as he felt her legs drag down the strength of his own, and gritting his teeth with each smack of his hips against hers. Then her limbs were coiling around him. Drawing him in close so she could bury her face into his neck as she moaned out the loudest she had been all night. Her lips grazed over his neck just below his ear as her core gripped around him, tight then tighter as she came undone - but Morgan couldn’t hold back himself any longer. 

One final plunge, the pressure that left his body tense, had met its peak, and he was left in a daze of pleasure that consumed him so fully it almost numbed him. Morgan’s head leaned back on his shoulders, his jaw slacked as he panted out for a desperate breath. He remained deep in her until his cock stilled, his own body quivering at the feeling of her being filled so fully by him that he could feel a mixture of them dripping down his balls. It left him a mess as he fell away from her like a flimsy ribbon, her body tired not only tired from the sex, but the entire game of hockey he had played mere hours ago. 

The exhaustion consumed him as he sprawled out on his side in the comfort of her bed. It’s soft embrace left him feel like he was melting away - completely dissociated from Emmy whose warmth he could no longer feel. He reached an arm out, searching for her blindly. And when he found her, she was crawling back into the bed after discarding her hosiery bra and panties in the garbage and on the floor. 

Her body fit into his with ease, her warmth spread over his chest and his legs and she became the little spoon to his big. His limbs consumed her, drawing her in to share the one large pillow on the bed. Morgan buried his face in her hair, his lips peppering kisses there as she tugged the duvet around their form. There he breathed in the scent of her, his heart yet to calm in the depth of his chest - his own thoughts too loud for him to find peace. 

He didn’t want to overstay his welcome. Worst of all, there was a piece of him so loud in the back of his mind that screamed that he had just screwed up everything. When he started talking to Emmy, that first message he sent was of pure interest. Morgan wanted to get to know her, not hook up with her. And that all felt at risk now that he couldn’t keep it in his pants. 

It left a lump in the back of his throat as he tried to hide from his thought by placing sweet kisses on the back of her neck. The physical kept him distracted from the mental - but then Emmy spoke and put it all at ease, “Do you have practice in the morning?”

“No,” he shook his head slowly, his hair becoming a mess against the pillow - and he almost jumped as the foot of the bed suddenly shifted. Then came the gentle steps of Emmy’s cat, who was only now bold enough to venture out of her hiding spot now that things had calmed. The cat made herself comfortable at the foot of the bed. 

“Grab breakfast with me, then? My treat.” Emmy offered, and Morgan couldn’t suppress the soft laugh that was lost in her hair. 

Morgan’s arms coiled around her a little tighter, playfully drawing her in closer to his frame as he placed a playful nip and kiss on her bare shoulder. “I’m not letting you pay for my breakfast.”

“Fine,” she huffed so loud he could practically hear her pout in the darkness. His brow raised up, she had been quick to concede, but she he felt the wiggle of her ass against his cock teasing him. If he hadn’t taken her already, and if he had the energy, he would have fucked her again. But Morgan settled for sleep, her body perfectly pressed into his, and a smile on his lips as he heard her gentle, dreamy compromise. “It’s a date then.”

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[hockeyboysimagines]

I’ve loved you three

Summers

Chapter 2

Warnings: Language, mild angst, fluff, kissing

Here’s chapter two, and the link to @cellythefloshie chapter 3!

Enjoy!!

Harper came flying into the kitchen like the house was on fire the next morning startling Madison at the island while she was eating a bowl full of watermelon. She watched, amused as Harper stumbled around the kitchen attempting to make an iced coffee, spilling it twice and dropping ice on the floor.

She blew her hair out of her face and turned to her “I won’t be home till after dinner, running club tonight so don’t worry about me-“ she caught her in a hug before hurrying out the door.

Madison chuckled and yelled goodbye as she heard the door slam and her sisters footsteps descend the front stairs. The house was quiet and Madison stretched as she stepped off the stool, moving to put the bowl in the dishwasher when she spotted Harper’s coffee on the counter.

“Shit.” She hissed and snatched it, hurrying out of the kitchen to the door, and then down the front steps, to find that Harper was still in the driveway and she was not alone.

Seth and his teammate, Anthony or something like that, were in the driveway with her sister who looked more than annoyed.

Madison stopped and looked down, suddenly self conscious about the fact that she had a pair of tiny sleep shorts, no shoes and a tshirt on, and turned to hand her sister the coffee clearing her throat awkwardly, but Harper seemed not to notice and smiled with relief “You’re a lifesaver, Mads” she sighed and took the coffee before turning to Seth and whatever his name was in the driveway, to continue what she had been saying.

“I work today, but Maddie here, she’s free all day.” She moved to get into the front seat of her car, but paused “By the way Maddie, this is Seth’s friend. Andrew”

”Andrei” He corrected, and Maddie shared a glance with Seth stifling a giggle, knowing that her sister had 100% done that on purpose. She crossed one leg over the other and tugged her T-shirt down attempting to cover herself a little and turned as Harper continued ”Right. You three, should do something-” her sister suggested and put on her sunglasses before offering them a wave and leaving the three of them in the driveway.

Maddie was grinning as she watched her sister zoom down the street before she turned to them.

“She’s sweeter than she seems trust me.”

Seth laughed and turned to Andrei “This is Madison, Harper’s sister. Mads, this is Andrei.” She shook his extended hand and he gave her what she assumed was his best smile. A smile that got him anything he wanted, but it wasn’t working on her.

“Nice to meet you. Your sister is very beautiful, and now I see it runs in the family.”

Maddie chuckled and crossed her arms “Your very smooth Andrei. But your right. My sister is very beautiful, kind…and single.” She said quietly, turning to Seth and waggling her eyebrows.

“Remind me of her job again? She’s a-?” Andrei asked, glancing at the U-Haul still in the driveway.

“Physiotherapist.” Madison said with a small smile “She’ll be there all day, and then she’s going running after work…it’s like a club…” she smiled and turned to walk into the house before she called over her shoulder “That you have to sign up for online. Have fun!” She made a move to walk into the house but Andrei saw a window of opportunity closing fast. Her tagging along with them had two benefits. One for Seth and one for himself.

“Hey!” She turned, hair spilling over her shoulder “You should come golfing with us.”

She raised an eyebrow and looked at Seth “I don’t golf.”

“Come on!” He said slapping Seth on the chest “It’ll be fun. Right?”

Seth was looking at him puzzled before he turned to her “Definitely. You should come.” Seth’s brows were pulled low over his forehead and he had his lips pursed.

She thought it over for a second and took a step up on to her porch, foot braced on the step “I need like 20 minutes.”

She disappeared inside and Seth turned to him frowning “Svech I-“ but he waved his hand to stop him “Relax buddy. I invited her for you not me. I like the other one.”

Seth rolled his eyes and shoved him “Shutup.” He mumbled. He wouldn’t admit it, but Andrei had heard the disappointment in his voice yesterday when he asked about her sudden absence in the driveway, and he’d seen him inadvertently straighten up when she’d come out the front door. Since he was apparently too scared to do it on his own, Andrei would do it for him. Plus he figured it wouldn’t hurt to get some more details on her sister.

40 minutes later they were out on the golf course. Andrei was sure Seth was going to throw up when Maddie descended her front steps in a short black skirt and a white polo, long hair hanging loose asking if it was golf appropriate, and he stumbled over his words for a second before Andrei saved him.

“You look great. So good Seth’s speechless.”

Seth glared at him as she chuckled and slid into the backseat of Seth’s car and they backed out of the driveway and made their way to the golf course.

The sun was shining down on them as Seth attempted to show her how to hit a golf ball correctly. She was looking at him like he was speaking another language, leaning on a golf club with one hand and holding a drink full of pink liquid in the other.

“Get it?” Seth asked.

“No. But let’s try it anyway.” She downed the rest of her drink and set the cup on the fender of the golf cart.

Andrei watched as she made her way to the ball, and shook her hair out. She was beautiful, and he should have been into her. She should have been enough of a distraction for him but she wasn’t.

Now Seth on the other hand.

Seth had it bad. He hadn’t said it out loud but he didn’t have to. It was all over his face as he watched her hit the ball, eyes moving up her legs more than once. They were cute, and he liked seeing Seth so happy, but it made him realize he was third wheeling.

While she was focused mostly on Seth and keeping things as natural and normal as they typically were with him, she was more than curious about Andrei.

Who was he? Why was he here? Why did her sister seem to hate him so much?

Madison knew why. The smile on his face when she’d seen him fawning over Harper in the driveway told the story of why her sister was being uncharacteristically rude to him. He seemed nice enough, oozed charm and was exactly the type of guy who would send Harper running for the hills.

She watched as he fiddled around on his phone apparently deep in thought until Seth tapped her shoe with the golf club.

“Are you paying attention? I’m trying to teach you something here.”

She shook her head “I wasn’t really.”

She noticed a ghost of a frown cross his face as he looked at her and then Andrei behind her and before he could say anything else she cut him off “No I wasn’t if that’s what you were thinking.”

He shrugged “I wasn’t gonna-“

“You were. But it’s not like that. Trust me.”

Seth didn’t say anything but Maddie knew where his mind was. Even if she had an interest in Andrei she’d be barking up the wrong tree. He had practically flooded the driveway with drool this morning over Harper and Madison would never compete with her sister and she didn’t want to. It was nice actually that Andrei didn’t look at her like she was a piece of meat like most the guys she’d dated or hung out with. He just looked at her like she was a living breathing human being who had thoughts, and feelings. Like Seth always had. Normally it would have annoyed her that he even said anything, but this time it gave her some hope. If he cared, that she was interested in Andrei maybe it meant he liked her. He’d never said a word about any guy before. Maybe that walk last night had been good for them.

She was jarred from her thoughts however when she heard Andrei behind her “So, your sister, she doesn’t like me. Yes?”

Maddie turned and looked at him evenly but she had a small smile on her face “Now why would you think that.” She turned her head to the side, eyes twinkling mischievously.

Andre scoffed “She knew my name wasn’t Andrew.”

Maddie giggled and watched Seth switch clubs before turning back to him “You caught that? It’s not that she doesn’t like you, Harper’s just been through a lot.”

“Like?” He wanted to know more, everything he could about her. Her favorite things, music, hobbies, thoughts ideas all of it. But Madison shook her head.

“I’d love to fill you in, but that’s Harper’s story to tell. For context her ex is an asshole and she just moved back home. She’s still a little fragile right now, so if she comes across a being rude it’s because she’s still hurting.”

“Who’s an asshole?” Seth asked as he made his way over. He leaned around Madison to check his phone and Andrei didn’t miss how he went out of his way to brush against her, one hand on her arm.

“Darren. Your friend here has a thing for my sister.” She patted Andrei on the arm and moved past him towards the cart with a smile, and Andrei saw a flash of Harper for a second, and hoped he would be able to see a real genuine smile from her one day.

Seth shrugged “Not surprising. Everyone’s had a thing for your sister.”

She paused and half turned eyebrows raised, as he quickly corrected himself “Not me though. I’ve never liked your sister. That would be, uh- weird.”

“Yeah cuz she’s the wrong sister.” Svech said lowly from behind him.

Seth aimed a backwards punch at him as Madison leaned against the cart, arms folded, crossing her legs at the ankle “Harper can be complicated, but she’s worth it. She’s got a lot going on, but these last few days I’ve started to see the old Harper more and more. She’s healing, and faster than I think anyone expected. She’ll come around. You just have to get to know her.”

“I want to but she’s making it really difficult.”

Madison laughed and looked at Seth “Guess that means you have your work cut out for you. Now who’s taking me for a ride.” She glanced between them jingling the keys in her hand.

**********

Maddie had just gotten out of the shower when she heard her phone buzzing.

She’d gotten home only a half an hour before and felt like she’d been out in the heat for three years. Whether she was sweaty from that or Seth she wasn’t sure but either way a shower had been in order.

She glanced at the phone to find a message from her sister and smiled

H:Sorry I threw you to the wolves earlier

M:Haha it’s okay. I get it. Besides, it gave me an excuse to spend some time with Seth.

H:Are you at least having a good day?

M:It’s okay. It wasn’t bad. He’s a nice guy, and he sure likes you.

H:Kid got to spend the whole day with you and he still asked about me? I don't get why.

Maddie rolled her eyes. Andrei had exactly zero sexual or romantic interest in her and either Harper didn’t notice or was being purposely ignorant.

M:I think “kid” likes his women a little older, and is smart enough to know I’m not interested. Or maybe my charm isn’t what it used to be. Either way he asked lots of questions. He must have a cougar complex. And he looked really good in that golf shirt. Just sayin. And don’t pretend you didn’t notice.

H:Don't encourage it, okay? Nice or not, he’s not my type.

M:If that’s your story.

H:Besides, I don't think I'm ready for anything with anyone right now. Today's been tough.

M:You know what they say Harper. To get over someone, get under someone else.

She could practically see Harper’s face on the other end of the phone and started laughing.

H:Mads! That's horrible. I'm going to pretend I didn't just read that. Love you lots. Have to get back to work.

M:Hahahahha. Don’t act like it didn’t make you smile. Have a good day. Don’t think about Andrei too much. Love you!

Curiosity it seemed had gotten the better of her big sister. Maddie giggled and grabbed the phone, wrapped her towel around herself and headed to her room. She sat on her bed and took a deep breath. She was exhausted from the golfing, even though she gave up around the 9th hole and mostly watched.

She glanced up and froze.

From her window she could see clear into Seth’s room, and was both surprised and delighted to find him shirtless, rummaging through a drawer. She stayed there, not wanting to move so he didn’t notice she was looking, and felt her face and body burn up as she watched him find whatever he was looking for. He left his room, presumably to go shower himself and Madison let out a long breath.

She was going to need another shower.

**********

“So Madison?” Andrei asked later on when it was just them.

“What about her?” Seth said offhandedly. They’d dropped Madison off a while ago, having spent the afternoon with her. He liked her a lot, and he could see why Seth did as well. She was easy to talk to and seemed like a fun time, and by the end of the afternoon she and him were like old friends talking and laughing like they’d known each other for years. She’d left them with a wave and smile, and Seth had been avoiding talking about her since then no matter how many times Andrei brought her up. And it had been a lot.. Andrei could tell he was a little apprehensive probably because Madison wasn’t just any girl. She was a girl who had been a pretty prominent figure in his life for the duration of it. Things could get tricky for all involved.

“You know what.”

Seth smiled and gave a little chuckle “She’s my neighbor. We grew up together. Her sister was my babysitter.”

“What does any of that have to do with anything? I know you like her.”

Seth shrugged “Of course I do. She’s my friend.”

“Yeah that’s not what I meant.” Andrei said shaking his head. There was no such thing as having an argument with Seth. He’d learned long ago that trying to get him to admit something he didn’t want to would be impossible, even if it was already known, and Seth wasn’t giving this up too easy. Andrei had only heard Madison mentioned now and again in passing and now he could understand why Seth didn’t bring her up very often. There was some underlying tension that Andrei knew nothing about. But he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to find out.

Seth rolled his eyes “Even if hypothetically I did like her, I don’t think she feels the same.”

“Why? You two spent the day attached at the hip. And she laughed at all your dumb jokes. She wouldn’t do that if she didn’t like you.”

“First of all.” Seth said pointing at him “You can fuck right off. My jokes are hilarious. And second of all you laughed at them too so what’s that say about you?”

Andrei chuckled to himself but continued “So never anything between you two?” He’d never been so invested in someone else's non relationship, relationship but he had never seen Seth so worked up and he needed to know more. He had friends who were girls, but never a girl friend that close or one who he had feelings buried under the surface for. Plus it was a welcome distraction from his constant thoughts about Harper.

“I mean I kissed her once.” Seth said casually, glancing down as he pulled at a hangnail.

Andrei whipped around mouth falling open “When?!”

“6th grade spin the bottle.” Seth was smiling but Andrei was looking at him puzzled “You know spin the-No? Everyone sits in a circle and spins a bottle and whoever it-You know what. Never mind. It was a stupid 6th grade thing.” He said waving him off.

“How stupid can it be if you remember it still.”

He looked at the ceiling in thought “True I guess. I don’t know things seem weird with her lately.”

“What do you mean?”

Seth paused a second before he spoke. Andrei was seeing a different side of Seth that he’d never seen before. The Seth he knew was wild and fun, and rarely took life or himself too seriously, but this Seth seemed hesitant and serious. Andrei suspected Madison knew both sides, and she was the only one to bring this one out of its shell.

Seth cleared his throat and chose his words carefully “Last summer right before I left we got in a…it wasn’t a fight, but an argument I guess and then I didn’t really talk with her like I usually do when I’m gone. And now it’s just different. Like the vibe is off if you know what I mean? I’ve never felt weird around her but now it seems like things have changed.”

“Changed how?”

Seth looked at the ceiling in thought “Uhm I don’t know. I mean it was weird when she left the driveway yesterday right?”

Andrei shrugged. He’d been so entranced by Harper he had almost forgotten about Maddie’s mysterious disappearance from the driveway the day prior. But now that Seth had mentioned it, it was definitely weird.

He shrugged “Sure. Did you ask her about it?”

Seth shook his head “No. I’m kind of afraid to ask.”

Andrei stuffed his feet in his shoes “Maybe you should talk to her.”

“I’ll talk to her when you talk to Harper.” Seth was grinning ear to ear. He thought it was both hilarious and unexpected that Svech had fully committed to pursue Harper, who should be getting ready to get married, and Seth was secretly pining over Madison his lifelong friend and Harper’s younger sister. The summer had barely started and it was already full of surprises.

Andrei scowled and pointed at the clock “What do you think we’re going to do? After that it’s your turn.”

Seth rolled his eyes and stood, grabbing his keys and made his way outside “Come on creepy. Let’s go stalk my neighbor.”

***********

“Do you remember spin the bottle? 6th grade?”

Maddie and Seth were sitting by the pool in the dark sometime later. She’d seen Harper in passing when she got home from running club, both surprised and not surprised that Seth and Andrei had actually shown up, and she’d been in her room since then. Harper called it decompression time and Maddie found herself making her way out to the pool to do some decompression and thinking of her own. A short while later she felt someone looking at her and turned to see Seth at his window. She waved him down and now they had been sitting in comfortable silence together for a bit.

She turned and smiled, half of her face in shadow “Of course I remember. Why?”

He shrugged “Just curious. I remember I was so psyched about kissing you.”

“What? Stop it.” She waved a hand and rolled her eyes. She did remember it, like it was yesterday and she was surprised he did too. It had been so long ago now she was sure that it was buried amongst all the other girls he’d kissed since then.

He looked offended that she waved him off “No I was. You were like the most popular girl in school then, and well for the rest of the time we were in school after that, and I got to kiss you. Top ten coolest things that have ever happened.”

“Got to kiss me first.” She corrected.

“Wait what.” He turned to her fully “What do you mean?””

She was smiling as she watched the water cast reflections across the pool. She was beautifully illuminated by the blue light from the water as she turned to him and spoke “You were my first kiss.”

His mouth fell open and he let out a breath “Are you kidding.”

“Is that surprising?”

“Of course it is. Guys have always been crazy about you, even in 6th grade.”

She shrugged “ I don’t know about that.” He nudged her “Come on.You know it’s true. You’ve always been smart funny and from my recollection you were always the prettiest, most popular girl at school.”

She felt her face get red and giggled “You have such a way with words.”

“It’s true. And those aren’t my words, I’m just repeating what every friend I’ve ever had has said to me. Everyone I’ve ever known.”

“That can’t be true. If it was I’d have a lot more boyfriends than I did.”

“Not a single one of them were ever good enough. And dating is overrated anyways. That’s why I ended things with Kristen-“

“Who?” She asked cutting him off, she was looking at him blankly.

“This girl I dated in North Carolina off and on, she-“

Something he wasn’t familiar with flickered across Madison’s face and he could tell she was immediately uncomfortable and he stopped talking “What?” She asked quietly. She wasn’t looking at him, but rather staring across the darkest part of her backyard.

“What?” He leaned forward looking at her questioningly.

She chuckled and pursed her lips “Okay.” She pulled herself angrily to her feet and turned to walk away from him.

“Woah wait. What’s the-“

“Save it Seth.” She snapped turning to face him “You can’t do that okay?”

“Do what?” He was so confused about why she was so upset.

“You can’t sit here and tell me about being psyched about kissing me, and that I’m pretty and then turn around and tell me about a girl you dated in North Carolina.”

“Madison-“

“It’s not fair to me.” She was getting dangerously close to professing her feelings to him right there in the backyard but she didn’t care. She wasn’t going to put herself through this for the whole summer. It was barely even June she still had two and a half months of this left.

“I didn’t know it would upset you-I just-I don’t know why it is even upsetting you?”

Madison felt tears prick at her eyes and she let her head fall backwards “Really Seth? You don’t. If you don’t know why I’m upset then I guess you don’t really know me as well as you thought you did.” He continued to stare at her blankly until she spoke again “I’m jealous okay? Jealous of the girl in North Carolina, jealous of that girl last summer. Can you not see that?” She just didn’t care anymore. She couldn’t keep it to herself any longer. It was better to be honest and risk whatever was about to happen than run the risk of having to watch him meet someone. At least if it blew up in her face she wouldn’t have to see that.

“I had no idea-How was I supposed to know that?”

Madison crossed her arms and looked at him sadly “You just are.”

She turned to walk away but he caught her by the elbow spinning her around “Wait I-“ He leaned forward a little.

“Don’t.” She leaned away from him “Don’t just kiss me because I said all that, I don’t need a pity kiss I-”

Seth moved right in not bothering to go slow and pressed his lips against hers. She kissed him back, hands coming up to grip his shirt and pull him closer as they stood kissing in the backyard between their two houses. A yard they’d spent their whole lives in.

He pulled away and came back in at a new angle, sweeping his tongue across her lower lip, and she opened her mouth. This was way better than in the 6th grade. Had it not been for the grip on his shirt and his hands on her waist she would have passed out and fallen over, but he held her in place. Her heart was beating so loud it was drowning out everything else as they stood kissing under the stars. It was everything she’d been dreaming for the 10 months. When he pulled away they stood staring at each other.

“Are you still jealous?” He asked quietly giving her waist a squeeze.

“Do you still wanna date Kristen?”

“Who?” He asked with a smile “All I know is I wanna kiss you again.”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

Cool for the Summer: Chapter 3

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[spicywhenspeaking]

If I'm There: Chapter Eight

read from part one!

Noah and Natalie meet in high school and developed a relationship through their love of music and art. Falling in love, innocent and young, they think nothing can keep them apart. However, sometimes in the pursuit of your dreams, the things you love the most get left behind.....

Warnings: mentions of alcohol use, mentions underage drinking, absent parents

“Hey Ky, I thought you were staying with dad?” I ask hesitantly not wanting to provoke his anger that I’ve grown so accustomed to. “I wanted to finish school in person. It doenst matter, dads place sucked anyway.” His smile falls and his shoulders tense. “Oh okay, well I’m gonna go back to my room.” I shuffle out awkwardly. “Okay, later.”

Natalie: so kyle is back…said dads place sucked. Wtf! 8:45pm

Noah: WHAT?! -_- your dad didn’t even call first? 8:47

Natalie: probably called my mom, but I have talked to her in a few days. She was passed out on the couch this morning. 8:47

Natalie: looks like she had a bottle of wine for dinner…or is it considered breakfast if you have it at 6am? 8:47

Noah: yikes. I’m sorry Nat. 8:48

Noah: did he say anything else? 8:48

Natalie: no, just started acting all defensive so I dropped it. 8:49

Noah: hm..think something happened with you dad? 8:50

Natalie: with Kyle? Probably. 8:51

Natalie: I’m just going to do my best to ignore him, and maybe we move movie night to your place lol. 8:52

Noah: lol of course, and you’re obviously welcome here anytime. I’ll come and pick you up anytime just say the word. 8:52

Natalie: my hero :) <3 ily

Noah: ily :)

We text back and for the rest of the night until I pass out on my bed. 

The next day Noah picks me up in the late afternoon so we can go to one of his shows together. Nick is in the back seat when I climb in the car. Greeting them both we drive off towards the venue they’re playing at for the night. Noah’s band has really picked up traction. He's put together a four member group of guys he’s found at other gigs, Nick is playing guitar and they have another guy Julius on drums and Mikey on Bass. They’re older and I don’t talk to them much. They’ve been asked to play in more bars and even some small venues. I can’t make all of them because of work but I try to go to as many as I can. It’s new territory for me. I’ve been to a lot of his shows over the summer but they're getting bigger and the crowd is rowdy. I have to stick to the back to not get overwhelmed but I’m happy to be there supporting Noah. 

The school year starts off strong. After a few weeks I’m managing my class work and work at the coffee shop pretty well. My AP classes are challenging but not impossible. Maggie from work is in my AP Econ class and it’s nice to have someone to study with. Sometimes Noah comes to surprise me at work. He'll order a drink and flirt with me the whole time I’m making it just to see how red he can make my face; those days he will wait until I’m off so he can drive me home. We’ll make out in the car until I have toI pry myself out before it gets too late. Noah and Kyle aren’t best friends by any means. They do their best to ignore each other in school and when Noah is picking me up or dropping me off but, that doesn’t stop him from making random comments here and there. 

“You came in pretty late last night, Noah hoping you flunk out completely and follow him around forever?” Kyle snips one morning as I’m making myself a bowl of cereal before catching the bus. “Since when is it your job to keep tabs on my comings and goings?” I say back to him “you don’t ever get any shit from me when you show up wasted on a school night. You know why?” I question. “Because I’m not mom or dad and neither are you, I can look out for myself just fine. But thanks for your concern” my voice is dripping with sarcasm. “Just be careful sis, he’s clearly more concerned with his own rockstar future than yours. Don’t throw your life away for some guy.” He finishes and I can almost hear genuine care in his voice. “You’ll end up just like mom.” With that I tense, my bowl of cereal placed down with more force than necessary, sending milk and Cheerios spilling over the side. “I am nothing like her.” I grab my backpack and sling it over my shoulder. “And I never will be.” I exit the house without looking back at Kyle and slam the door, heading for the bus. 

Noah has a Thursday night show out of town and is all but begging me to go “I can’t Noah, I wish I could but I have an Econ test Friday and a science project due” I sigh, knowing I’m letting him down. “This show is huge baby. There’s going to be a lot of people there that could really help me.” He’s holding my hand’s against his chest and I can feel his rapid heartbeat. “Having you there would mean everything to me. I promise I’ll get you home right after the show, you’ll be in bed sleeping, fully rested for your test.” He says with the sweetest smile. “I need my Natalie with me” he kisses me and my defense melt “okayyy, okay, I’ll go,” I concede. 

“Yes!” He picks me up triumphantly and spins me around making us both laugh “thank you Natty” he squeezes me in a hug “ugh I love you so much” I return his hug and sigh like a love sick fool “I love you too”. 

Thursday night rolls around and while I have last period free, Noah and Nick skip their last class so they can meet Julius and Mikey to make sound check. The venue is a little over an hour away and we make it there by 4:30 just minutes before he needs to be on for sound check. The night goes on without a hitch; Noah and Nick meet a lot of people and seem to make a lot of connections but time is slipping away. Suddenly it’s 11:30pm and I cant find either of them anywhere. I’m searching the dark and smokey venue and can’t see Noah’s towering figure anywhere. Quickly becoming overwhelmed with all the drunken patrons bumping into me, I decide to go wait outside on the curb for them to finish up. I take out my phone and text Noah that I’m waiting outside so they can find me when they’re done. Finally they finish up and I notice it’s already 12:20am. The car unlocks and I take a deep breath as I climb in, exhausted from the night.

I’m used to being fast asleep on a school night by this hour, so I’m having a hard time staying awake as Noah excitedly recounts the night “Natty, that was amazing I can’t believe it, we played so well. I think that guy from Nashville is going to offer us some recording space! Isn’t that awesome?!” I can barely keep my eyes open, let alone muster the energy to respond. I let out a soft “mmhm” in reply. “I’m sorry baby, I’ll get you home soon. Just close your eyes and we’ll be there before you know it.” 

There’s a massive pileup on the way home and with the sounds of the sirens mixed with the lights shining I don’t sleep at all. When we finally make it back to my house it's nearly 3am. I just about fall out of the car before Noah is able to throw it in park. As I open my door, he goes to exit with me, exasperatedly I turn back and tell him, “Don’t worry about it. I’m going straight to bed.” If I had the energy I would have slammed the door. He exits anyway and races after me apologizing “I’m sorry Natty, I know I said it wouldn't be late.” I stop before opening the front door and look at him with exhausted eyes “I know you didnt mean too Noah. Look, I’m too tired for this.” I sigh. “I just want to go sleep for the few hours I have left before my alarm goes off.” I open the door and stand in the doorway “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” I say to him, sleep the only thing on my mind. “Okay, love you Natty.” he responds and leans to press a kiss to the top of my head. “Mmhm, love you” I tell him, closing the door and locking it. I head upstairs and crash onto my bed, asleep instantly.

When I wake up the next morning I turn over in bed and look at my alarm clock. “OH FUCK!” I shriek. It’s 10am.

I missed my Econ exam.

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[sharpth1ng]

hey sharp, what are your opinions on people writing skeetxmatthew? ive seen it a lot in this community and was wondering what your stance was seeing as you're much deeper in it than I am

I have complicated feelings about real people fanfic in general tbh. I think its ok if its consented to, but I think it can also cross lines.

Bringing real humans into shipping is really different from shipping fictional people and using the images of real people to depict them. For myself if I was an actor I would feel fine having people ship/ do whatever with a character I played, and I would have no problem with my image being used to represent that character.

Tbh I would probably just think it was funny if people started shipping me the real person with someone else (depending on how im being depicted, there are some things that would make me really uncomfortable to see being written about me). But it does feel like there can be a lack of consent/ an objectification happening in real people fanfiction sometimes? Especially when fandoms start bringing it to the people they're shipping and pushing it at them when they're clearly uncomfortable.

I'm not saying people writing it and/or enjoying it are maliciously objectifying celebrities, I think our current social media/ media promotes the objectification of public figures. The reality is that we don't know these people, we know a version of them that is produced for our consumption, but I don't think any of that is like, intuitive necessarily, so I'm not judging people doing rpf for the most part.

And I also think if celebrities consent to that and feel ok about it? Go hog wild. I know for a fact a number of bands are super down for rpf of them and their other band members, and like I said I think it would be funny for myself. But yeah, I can also imagine it being a thing that doesn't feel good if you haven't consented to it, and idk how skeet and matt feel about it specifically.

Either way, not really my thing to read.

#sharps opinions #real people fanfiction #ask

[transedhausen]

as an ex anti it’s really funny seeing people fume over rpf because the rpf shippers think of you rarely if at all

#if you don’t like rpf then block accounts that write/support rpf #simple as that ❤️ #rpf #real people fanfiction #pro rpf

[hauntedmoundgaysex]

babayaga | sematary/chief keef

pairing: chief keef/sematary

warning/notes: bxb, rimming, oral sex

summary: starting with a birthday, keith and sem reconnect

word count: 5,839

Sem's phone vibrated, alerting him that someone had sent him a message. His heart fluttered when he realized it was from Keith.

Keith

Happy birthday Sem, enjoy your day big boy :)

He smiled back at his phone, although a red blush filled his face with the last part. It wasn't the first message he'd gotten; obviously his family and closer friends had sent him wishing texts, not to mention he hadn't even opened Twitter or Instagram yet. It wasn't usual for him, but he hadn't responded to any of them except for the one his mother had sent him.

But he decided to answer Keith right away.

Sem

thanks :-) means a lot <3

Keith

What are you gonna do today ?? any plans??

Sem

i got nothin. Probably will just smoke away when the sun goes down

Keith

seriously ?? i luv you but that's so sad i gotta get something more for you

Sem

Hey, don't worry hahah i can just order chinese or pizza or sushi you don't have to do that

Keith

duuuude thats so sad i'm booking u a nice dinner bbg

Sem

really?? ty

Keith

happy birthday buddy :-)

Sem blushed from the nickname Keith had given him. He felt powerless; he didn't even want such an expensive dinner, but he still was Keith's baby girl, wrapped around his finger and willing to go along with anything he'd want to do. This time, it worked out in his favor and Sem was admittedly more than excited for dinner.

His friends had finished their show, and Sem met up with the two at the door out, fans stopping them the minute they stepped out. Sem stopped to talk with some of the overjoyed fans and was subsequently showered with gifts, including a baseball hat and a bottle of watermelon flavored lube; a group of girls sang Happy Birthday to him as well. He appreciated the fans, although they could be weird at times.

After the three went back to the motel, Sem groaned and sprawled himself across the bed, barely even taking off his clothes. His phone alarm rang hours later and woke him from his nap.

As he awoke, he found his way to the shower groggily despite already taking one in the morning. If Keith really did want to splurge on him with such a nice dinner, he figured he should at least look like he put some effort into his look. He picked out some nice clothes and changed into them before his phone rang again; this time it wasn't Keith but rather an unidentified number. A car horn sounded from outside of the room as well, nice and loud to let the whole world know that it was here.

"Keith?"

He opened the door and headed out, stashing his phone in his pocket. The car housed a man with brown hair and light skin. Typical NPC, Sem thought.

"Huh?"

The man looked at his phone. "Headed to that new fancy restaurant, Sem?"

"Yes? I think so?" he replied, still confused as hell.

"Kay. I'm your lift, by the way."

"I didn't order an Uber." Sem said, before interrupting himself with "Wait,"

Sem

You sent an Uber for me??

Keith

Duh.

Sem

Hey, that's fine, I could have just taken the bus or asked for a ride!

Keith

I refuse to let you come into the restaurant smelling like herbs or whatever the fuck is in Hackle's car nowadays

Sem

:-(

He clicked off his phone and shoved it into his jacket pocket. The outside gleamed with the sun, which had not quite set yet, and the busy streets which were full of bright lights and people who were too close to the Uber. Everyday it was a new sight for him, despite the fact that he'd been touring for years at this point. Here it was busier though, and he just hadn't gotten used to it.

As the car pulled up in front of the fancy restaurant, Sem smiled and slipped the driver a couple of dollar bills as he opened the door of the car, stepping out into the city.

LA felt so much bigger than Atlanta or Chicago or even any other place he'd been. He had to crane his neck just to look at the shortest buildings, and the fear of being crushed by construction stayed in his mind.

Somebody even opened the door for him as he walked in, and Sem told the person at the front his name

"We have someone waiting for you," he said, quite annoyed. He wondered if Keith had already pissed this guy off, and as he and the host walked into the special, closed off dining section. Keith had probably persuaded and put up a good fight with him to guarantee the nice seating. The room was large and neat; the ceilings and windows were tall, and the space was quiet which Sem appreciated compared to the hustle outside. He knew why Keith had chosen it, it was just so Sem.

The thought of Keith browsing restaurants and thinking of him made him smile.

The host kept walking though, moving past the fancy business area to lead him to an almost closed off section.

Keith sat at the quietest table there was, hands crossed and his face in a goofy smile.

"Keith? W-What?" was all he could squeeze out as his mouth was open from shock. Keith stood up and wrapped him in a tight hug. Once he pulled back, Sem questioned, "What are you doing? At a place like this?"

"Happy birthday, honey," Keith smiled again, ignoring Sem's question only to wrap him in a squeeze.

He held onto Sem for what seemed like an hour, exhaling a deep breath onto his chest. Sem feared of other people judging him but since he had Keith by his side he didn't care.

They tore apart once Keith couldn't breath from how he had nestled himself inside of Sem's shirt. They both shared a quick laugh.

"Anyways, I ordered us the best champagne they have here. I have to make such a big and important birthday as special as I can." Keith explained as he flipped through the menu with his spare hand.

"Huh? Like my age is a big milestone?" Sem questioned. Sem's breath hitched. Keith was just his friend, but with all of his words and special gifts he could realize the feelings in his stomach bubble over.

"Ah, you're right though. I guess it is pretty special, baby," Sem tried out a new name and Keith smiled in response.

They both looked at the menu, which was expectantly expensive; Sem sipped his champagne and attempted to reciprocate the near flirty words that were spilling out of Keith's mouth by the minute. He wasn't even sure how it happened, but their legs were pressed against each other, and Sem felt his right hand creep up against Keith's thigh; he was able to feel the heat of his skin.

The desperation in his bones was unfathomable, and all he wanted was more and more.

"Want dessert? They have some good stuff here," Keith asked.

Sem didn't take his eyes off of him. "Nope. I'll pass this time,"

"No? Huh, was I this bad this entire time to the point where you actually want to leave me?"

Sem could just hear the teasing in Keith's voice. "No. I want this night to keep going. Where are you staying?"

"Some decent hotel. Not that far away."

Sem had known Keith long enough to realize that "not that far away" really just meant across the city, so he shoved his phone and wallet into his pocket and stood up from his chair, and he heard Keith growl into his ear,

"Princess, I'm ready to ride, we need a car."

-

Sem couldn't remember anything about the ride to the hotel besides the fact that all he wanted was for his hands to be on Keith's, and to exchange only the sweetest of kisses with him. They walked into the hotel as one, and Sem couldn't take any notice of his surroundings as he buried his face into Keith's shirt, the scent so familiar to him, providing the source of comfort he needed. The elevator couldn't seem to move any slower and it killed Sem each time the floor stopped to let more people in. If the room was any farther away, Sem felt like he might have passed out from the lack of his love for him.

Keith barely had time to shut the door before he finally gave Sem what he had wanted for so long, the thing that he was yearning for at the restaurant. Keith kissed him desperately, first on his soft face, where his perfect mustache itched at his lips as he pressed kisses to Sem's own. Sem's shoulders collided with the door when Keith moved down to his neck, and as he continued to suck all Sem could do was moan out his love's name. Beneath him, Sem melted and moaned into the kiss that Keith had him in.

Pulling him tighter, Keith suddenly had Sem in a tight embrace, their pants clashed against each other and Sem blushed as Keith grinded himself onto his dick. Keith kissed down his face again, pressing kisses to his jawline and neck, finally finding his favorite spot of Sem where he started to suck at him. A deep red mark soon formed on Sem's throat and Keith pulled back with his saliva still connected to him. Pulling at his tie, Keith whispers into Sem's ear with a smooth whisper, "Mind if I do this?"

Sem was quick to respond with, "Not at all, baby,". It took Sem back to their days in the studio, where he would carelessly ride Keith without a care if anyone found them. It wasn't just sex they had, more just ultimate love that they shared in private. There was a time where Sem didn't know if Keith was his friend or lover, but he loved what they had now, especially since they were loving as one soul, their love more than anything than Sem had ever experienced before. Keith takes Sem's hand and chases him playfully to the bed where he pins him below him.

"I needed you so bad today," Sem moaned, tipping Keith's head up so he could plant his own small kiss on his neck.

"I missed you, baby, fuck, you're so pretty when you're about to cum," Keith teased, licking Sem's lips so he can finally taste Sem in his favorite way.

Sem's knees shake; whenever Keith teases him he can't help but feel so weak and ready for anything he's trying to do. His breath hitches as Keith pulls the tie a little tighter and tongue kisses him, obviously gaining control over Sem's tongue easily. Keith raised his knee to find Sem's crotch again, grinding against him.

Keith's hands find their way to the front of Sem's pants quickly and Sem can feel himself melt and his breath hitch. Giving him a lewd smile, Keith pulls down his pants with his teeth and immediately starts to palm at Sem's erection, silencing his whines with just his soft whispers. He kisses at his clothed cock, pressing his face closer if only to just hear Sem's desperation.

"I missed it so bad, how your dick felt in my mouth, baby," Keith smiles and kisses his briefs a few times before gripping the waistband of them and pulling them down slowly, letting his cock bump him on the nose as he freed it. With a chuckle, he starts to run his hand on Sem's cock, already slick with pre-come that collects on his hand.

"Think it missed you too, Keith," Sem jokes, but he's still surprised at how fast he had gotten hard just from being kissed by Keith. His fingers dug into his thighs and Sem responded by placing his hand in Keith's hair, causing him to smile cheesily and press a kiss to the head of his cock, quickly tipping his head up before he decides to start sucking at him.

"You're the most beautiful boy I've met, Keith. I'm so glad I have you," Sem exhaled, the endearing words almost slipping through his lips with the pleasure he was feeling. A light blush covered Keith's cheeks, because he's honestly never thought of himself in that way, never has he thought that Sem saw him as such; regardless he smiled as the words echoed in his head.

Keith finally runs his hand along Sem's cock, causing him to moan out. "Oh, god," he whined, after so long without Keith being on him. "Fuck, Keith, I need you this minute."

Keith knew exactly how defenseless yet adorable Sem would get when he sucked him off, and he lived for the feeling. He softly licked him from the base of his cock to the very tip; he took the head into his mouth and flicked his tongue around it. Keith doesn't care if he looks or sounds stupid, because the noises Sem is letting out already drove him insane. Circling the shaft again, Keith continues to nearly taunt Sem with how slow he makes his pace, lapping at him at such a grudgingly slow speed that Sem can't help but beg for his tongue and more.

The wet heat of Keith's mouth drove Sem insane; all he wanted was to thrust his hips in between his warm lips, but he still wanted to let Keith take his time with him exactly how he pleased. How he felt with Keith, his Keith, could ever be replicated for him. His thighs begin to shake, and Sem can feel his orgasm building while soft little sighs escape his lips.

Sem pulled at his hair with a small hint of encouragement towards his shy lover. Looking down, he sees Keith in the process of throating his cock and it's enough to make him come alone. His hands join him to assist Keith in bringing Sem to his orgasm. His stomach uncoils and Keith bobs his head off so Sem's sticky come now covers his face. He chuckles at the thought of it before getting up to kiss Sem.

"Keith! No offense, but I really don't want to taste my own nut right now!" Sem scolded, placing his hands on his shoulders.

"I'm sorry, I forgot to buy you a present so I hope I can do." Keith chuckles, holding Sem close.

Sem opens the bathroom door and emerges back into the living room, nearly tripping over a random trash can in the middle of the hallway. He curses, muttering out, "Couldn't someone just clean up around here?" Keith chuckles in response and lays back on the fold out couch. "Not unless you would want to see me in a maid costume," he jokes.

Keith watches and giggles as Sem tries to find his way to the couch, bumping into every chair and table and apologizing to them hastily. By the time Sem finally makes it, Keith was laughing so hard at how much of an idiot Sem could be. Regardless, he was Keith's idiot, and they both loved it. Maybe they didn't like any terms to describe what their relationship was, but it didn't matter to Keith nor Sem. He flings his bag down on the couch with a sigh.

Keith nods and kisses Sem's cheek. "Welcome to the big world. The kitchen is that way," he gestures, pointing across the spacious suite. Moving to the kitchen, he wipes down the counter before rummaging in the fridge for a bottle of wine. "Do you want any?" He asks, noticing that Sem had followed him.

"Yeah. Wanna watch something?"

Sem's face lights up and he smiles and nods. If he was told at the start of the day that he'd be drinking expensive wine out of paper coffee cups and crushing Keith on the sofa of a random hotel suite, he'd think it was too insane to be true. He couldn't be more happy that it was happening now, since this was already shaping up to be his best birthday. Keith interrupts his thoughts with his question.

"Hmm. What do you even watch? Paint drying?"

"Keith!" Sem scolds. "Hey, I like a fair amount of things. Like, uhm, Criminal Minds and Dateline!"

"Hell no, I'm not watching that and driving home when I know there's some weirdo next to me on the street carrying someone in their trunk." Sem can't argue with that.

"You seem like a Toy Story kinda guy, Sem."

Sem can't even protest, because he knows its true. "Fine, I also like Spirited Away a lot," he spits out, hiding his face.

"Don't be ashamed, that's an amazing movie. I'll try and find it in the directory." Keith took a sip and fiddled with the remote for a couple of minutes before the all too familiar music that Sem had loved hit his ears. A smile crept onto his face from the wine and just from being next to Keith.

"You think they'll let us smoke here?"

"Probably not. But I don't think they can stop us."

Keith nodded in agreement and dug into his own bag, returning with a bag of kush and papers.

"Keith, are you sure this won't make this entire place smell like weed?"

Sem usually didn't smoke weed but for Keith he was willing to.

"Nah, but I don't think they can really call the cops on us if we're already long gone."

Sem chuckled; he couldn't even argue with that logic. He pulls his own weed and a lighter out of his bag.

"Hey, don't trust weed you get from fans! What if they put a love potion in it?"

"Come on, you idiot! I'll only love you," Sem teased, lighting the joint with his pink lighter.

Keith grinned and took the blunt from his fingers, sneaking it between his own lips.

Keith dug around in his bag for a bit until he returned with his beatpad, which was covered with stickers of bands he liked and cartoon characters he found cute. Smiling, Sem leans on his shoulder as Keith turns it on.

The look Keith gave him back was whole and honest, which was something Sem often saw in himself. He smiled when he realized that Keith had picked up on his cheeky mannerisms. Sighing, he smiles sweetly and turns to kiss Keith. His hands drift to his face to cup it and bring it closer to him

It felt like forever since their last kiss, and as a result they both were hungry for more and more. Desperate love filled the air, and both Sem and Keith were ready to swallow it whole. Fast hands and tongues overwhelmed the both of them with premature pleasure.

The kiss was the life that fueled both of them, unlike many others they'd had to this point. It made fireworks and thunder appear into Sem's mind, planting the image that he was the firework that exploded into Keith's storm and started this all.

Sem made the first move this time, nearly tearing the buttons off of Keith's expensive shirt, to which he responded to with a gentle tsk. Keith's hands untucked Sem's shirt and exposed his already hardening dick, unsettled with only one blowjob. They moaned against each other's lips and sighed once they pulled apart.

"Now baby, get onto that bed before I throw you out the damn window," Keith teases and Sem complies almost immediately. He takes Keith's hand in his and lets him drag him along anywhere he desires. Each time Sem blinked, an article of clothing disappeared from either his or Keith's body, until they both were in their boxers. Sem pressed his body into Keith's, but he flipped him over and crashed against his chest.

"Oh, look at my baby. So perfect for me." Keith teased, taking a hand to clench around Sem's chest.

"Don't make me embarrassed before you're inside of me," Sem fired back.

"Baby, I can do anything I want to you and you know that," Keith chuckled halfheartedly, taking his chest and squeezing down on a nipple.

Sem didn't have time to tease Keith back since he had grabbed his hips and pulled them both together. Being aware of how hard he was, Sem moaned for his sweet release that hopefully wouldn't be delayed by Keith's playfulness. He could tell that Keith was in a similar state as well, and as their cocks brushed against each other, both erupted into choruses of sweet moans.

Keith was more desperate than him, if even possible. His hand dipped into Sem's shorts and brought out Sem's cock. A perfect–yet long–handful of pink filled his hand, and it came to Keith in surprise each time that he was uncut. Against Sem's wishes, he'd been sure to mention how perfect his cock was.

"Fuckfuckfuck yes, please, Keith," Sem rambled, hands drifting so they reached Keith's shoulders. Keith took mercy on him before he spit on his hand and started to jerk him off, smirking about how his skin felt in his hands.

Sem was quick to follow, nearly tearing Keith's shorts in an attempt to get him off. Cut flesh lined his cock, and although it wasn't as long as Sem's, it was painfully thick, something that Sem had always been sure to report. Reaching into the drawers, Keith returns with lube. He notes the large sex toys in the drawer.

"You– carry those around in your suitcase?" Keith chuckles, seeing things that he feels like he shouldn't have. "I respect it!"

"Hey, don't be like that, you know how lonely I get when I think of you," Sem sighs, knowing that there's no excuse to carry around goddamned sex toys in his luggage.

"It's okay, princess. Just show me what you do when you think of me."

The smile on his face was unmatched, and Keith responded by wrapping his slick-with-lube hand around his cock, and in response Sem runs his lips around the base.

"I always think of you sucking me off," he sighs. "I also think of when I suck you off too, and how you always grab my hair. Keith's more than happy to comply, and he places his hand on the back of Sem's head. But he pulls off, all too sudden, and Keith moans in the loss of friction. Sem sits between his thighs and takes Keith's cock in his hands.

"This is my favorite way to please you," Sem muses, making his hand run down his length faster. He'd been just as surprised when he learned that Keith was cut, but it didn't change or falter any of his feelings, and totally not his erection. "Do you want to see my favorite way to please you, Sem?" Keith teases.

Sem didn't need someone to tell him twice. He lets Keith run his finger across his slick hole, causing him to shudder immediately. Keith does it against, except a tad slower but harder. Sem whines and flinches in Keith's arms, where he holds im with one. Next, he rubs a gentle rhythm over Sem's hole.

"Nobody's like you, Keith. Nobody does this like you do, baby, please, I just need more," Sem stumbles; words flood out of his mouth.

Keith pressed a finger into him, slightly spreading him. Sem moans, clenching his fists in pleasure, knowing that Keith is taking his sweet time. A second finger from Keith slides its way in, and soon after a third. He works his hands in a small circle before adding his last finger. By this point, Sem's quivering like a poor leaf.

Keith kisses him, deep and sweetly, before he moves his fingers. Tiredly, Sem melts into his mouth, and as Keith removes his fingers he whines. Keith takes mercy on him again and turns him over while he slides a condom on his dick before adding some more lube to Sem's entrance.

"Fuck, please, Keith," he smirks. "Fuck me right now."

Keith gives him exactly what he wants.

He puts one hand on Sem's hip, and one on his cock before he pumps it around Sem's hole, all while he's moaning and begging for Keith.

"Is this–?"

He couldn't ask whatever he was about to say because Keith was now inside of him, deep into him. Sem's dick throbbed from only the first time he pushes in.

"Fuck!" he yells out, just as Keith's pulling back, only to enter him deeper than before. Their breaths are synched and their hearts both pulse.

Once he settles himself in Sem's heat, he nearly comes just from how perfect he is. However, he decides to lean forward and cover Sem's bare body with his own. He feels his chest blow up each time he breathes so close to Sem and his warm body.

"Fuck, princess, you feel good," Keith rasps, gripping his thigh. Sem can only moan and beg for him to move his own hips so he can feel stimulated.

Keith nods and gives Sem what he wants again, unable to deny his love at anything. He thrusts his hips out and into him at a speed which picks up by the second.

Keith holds Sem's hips straight as he thrusts into them hard. Sweat beads at his forehead and the only sound that either of them can hear are pleasured whispers and moans.

"I'm so close, please, just need you, right now, god,"

"Baby boy, I got you. I'm gonna cum inside your ass and make you come too," As proof, he runs his hand along his cock.

Unable to delay his orgasm, Keith thrusts harder into Sem as he comes into Sem, filling him with his heat while he moans out. They both pant after coming down from the intense orgasm, and Keith pulls out with a shaky shudder while Sem flops down on the bed. Keith's the first to speak, with a whimper of

"Fuck, Sem, that was–fuck, it was so..."

"I know what you're gonna say, and I agree."

—

They cleaned up–together, of course–in the roomy hotel shower while still chuckling like little kids at every small inconvenience. Keith stepped out in cotton pajamas that just looked so expensive to Sem, considering that he just slept in boxers. The contrast didn't matter to him; he just wanted to share his bed with Keith, no matter how he was dressed. Wondering a bit about his pajamas, Sem finds himself lost again. Did he know the person who made them? Or did he just pick them up himself from a store? The thoughts were stupid but he loved to have them.

"How long can you stay with me, baby?" Keith whispered into his ear endearingly.

"Someone is calling me over at LAX tomorrow," Sem flinched, not wanting to share the news. Keith stayed quiet, possibly out of disappointment. "Baby, is that okay?"

Smiling, Keith cuddles into Sem's chest. "It's okay. It's just been so long since I've let myself be like this, all of this time, I was an idiot," he breathes out. "I can't remember the last time I've shared so much love with you, maybe since,"

Sem finished, like he knew what Keith was about to say.

"It's been too long, I don't know what we were thinking before this. Before that, it was too long too. You won't make me wait again, right baby?"

—

Keith and Sem awoke after what only seemed like five minutes, although all of them were shared together with utmost care and love. Keith blinks his eyes open and feels Sem's strong arms around his shoulders. Playfully, Keith shakes him awake and presses a kiss to his face.

"I'm hard," Keith smirks as he leans against him.

"Well, morning to you too, baby," Sem sighs, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

"How did you sleep?"

"I did so good, baby. So well. Only with you," Sem yawned. "We should go out to eat somewhere, I'm so damn hungry, Keith,"

"I'm happy to hear that," Keith smiled. His hand reaches the top of the covers and pulls them off to expose his erection.

"Can't you wait until we get back from brunch?" Sem shakes his head.

"Better not keep me waiting," Keith teases, bringing Sem to the closet so they can get dressed.

–

LA was louder in the morning; the skies were filled with flags and yelling and music and commotion, and they weren't even in the heart of the city.

Keith insisted on paying for everything Sem wanted, and although Sem didn't like to spend too much money, he was ravenous. Bagels and butter and smoked salmon headlined the one shop Keith and Sem had decided to check out.

After a light breakfast, Keith wiped his mouth and whispered to Sem.

"What do you want to do today? We gotta make the most of this," Keith asked.

"I don't feel like doing anything like that, maybe we can just go back to the room and—"

"Snacks?"

"—take care of this for you," Sem teases, stroking the front of Keith's pants.

Sem decided they should stop at a gas station for snacks before they headed back to the room. He picked out Diet Coke cans and bags of Doritos and Sour Patch Kids, not caring about a thing because he knows Keith will eat along with him. The two raced like kids back to the apartment with huge smiles on their faces, finally reaching their door with small little sighs leaving both of their mouths.

They turned the TV on again and Sem smiled as an old season of SpongeBob was playing. Keith took his hand in his and squeezed it gently. He picked up a Dorito and bit into it, letting the chip fall around his body. Just the look Keith gave him back made him fall into a fit of laughter and crush the remainder of the bag with his thigh.

"Hey! I wanted some of those, you idiot!" Keith growled and tackled him back, pinning him down for what seemed like the millionth time in the past couple days.

"When we're like this, baby," Keith asks. "What do you think of me?" He nips down on Sem's neck as a way to tease him.

"How sexy you are baby, and how bad I want you inside of me." Sem grinned. "Would you? Would you fuck me again?"

"Yeah. Of course, baby. I wanna do something else to you today," he exhaled.

Sem nodded hurriedly. "Yes, please, Keith."

When they fucked yesterday, it was different. Although they arguably had less time, their kisses were already softer and it was clear that Keith wanted to take his time with his love.

Sem was like a present to him, something small and perfect that was for his eyes only. Nobody else could see him so disheveled and ready to be fucked. That was only for Keith. He was the only one who'd seen Sem's other sides and how he was when he was alone. The connection they had ran in their bones and blood deep.

Keith spread his legs and fastened himself between them. He started to cover Sem in kisses, starting at his soft chest and down his stomach and stopping at his cock. He winks and kisses the base, the tip, and finally he runs his tongue across the shaft, around and up. Keith slides his teeth in to tease at his tip once again.

Sem turned to bury his face in the pillow with a sigh as he felt Keith move down, over the hump of his ass and between his cheeks. Keith's stubble made him flinch from the new feeling it gave him, but his wet tongue around his hole distracted him, bringing him away from any doubts he might have had at any point. His tongue worked wonders, licking soft rhythms over his entrance. Occasionally he reaches his hands to grip at Sem's quivering thighs and hold them down. His hunger doesn't falter and he impatiently starts to fuck his ass with his mouth.

Sem moans out with his full heart as Keith continues to eat his ass, and he tries to move in hopes of at least getting a little more stimulation from what he's doing. Keith moves to spit on his fingers, immediately pressing one into him much like he had done with his tongue before. Softly, Keith continues to fuck him open with just his fingers and tongue. His slow pace made him shiver. Eventually, he backs away just as Sem feels he's about to come.

"You better turn around," he demands in a soft tone.

Sem nodded, already so stimulated.

"Did you like me when I did that, baby? Do you like it when I eat you out so good?" Keith smirked as he put a condom on his dick again.

"Yes, yes, yes. It felt so good, baby." Keith kisses his thigh and Sem moans.

Keith finally got the guts to push into his Sem for what could be the last time in a while. He was certain it wouldn't be their last time. Sem felt himself tighten almost immediately, his prior stimulation coming back to double with Keith's cock in his ass. He was there for Sem, and he made it known with the way he lowered around his body and pressed kisses to his shoulder. Keith finally decided to thrust into him faster, although differently from what he had done the previous night.

Sem moaned as Keith kept slamming his hips into him as deep as he could. His body shook as his orgasm built, and Keith took it as a hint to go faster. Keith moaned rawly, letting his breath get warm on Sem's chest. In response, he wraps his legs around Keith's and muffles his moans with his hands. He came with a groan and let the come cover his lower body. Only a couple moments passed before Keith came inside of him.

Keith panted and wiped the sweat off of his forehead before he pulled out of Sem. He got up to throw the condom away in the bathroom. Once he comes back, he's right on Sem again.

"We need to do this more," Keith pants. "Why don't we do this more? I genuinely don't know at this point?"

"I feel the exact same way," Sem sighs, still coming down from his orgasm.

After Sem finishes cleaning up, he flops back down on the bed and starts to fiddle with his phone. The light glows up his face and Keith smiles. "I have to go, baby, I'm sorry. I only have an hour."

"Maybe you should be packing up? What are you doing?"

"I gotta talk to him, that guy," Sem sighed. "He's the one who's booking the damn flight."

—

The next time they joined him after their show, all Sem could think about was how much he missed Keith. How much he wanted him by his side.

#Fanfic #slash #rpf #Haunted mound rpf #Music rpf #Hip hop rpf #Rap rpf #real people fanfiction #ChiefSem #Sematary x Chief Keef

[themadhalewrites]

I'm Sorry

Fandom: Real People

Character/s Included: Ethan Nestor and Reader

Word Count: 303

When you arrived at Ethan’s apartment you had thought you had mentioned to him that you were coming over and since you were frequently at his house you just walked in. 

You began looking around the rooms in the entry way for a sign of Ethan but when you didn’t see him in the lounge or the kitchen you decided to check the only other place he could be, his recording room. 

Wandering down the hallway, you trailed your hand against the wall you listened for vibrations through the wall.

Arriving at his recording room you pushed the door opened slowly hoping no noise was created. When he looked up you realized it did so you started apologizing “Sorry Ethan. I didn’t mean to disturb you”

While he was replying to you he kept an eye on chat since instead of recording he was streaming, “It’s okay,  I’ll finish up and be out”

When you nodded he turned his attention back and was met with the chat messages being filled with;

‘Did he just sign?’

‘Whoever is there he’s happy’

‘What did he say?’

Instead of answering questions he simply said,  “I’m so sorry guys I have to go a friend of mine just came by. I might stream tomorrow guys.  For now let’s raid (enter a streamers name)”

Clicking the host button he waited for it to transfer before logging off his computer and leaving his recording room. 

Walking out to the lounge he tapped you on the shoulder, “I didn’t know you were coming over Y/N, sorry” he signed.

You laughed softly before signing back, “it’s not your fault I forgot to tell you”

“Movie?”

“Video Games please”

He didn’t need to sign okay he just smiled before grabbing the gaming controllers so you both could play a video game together.

#imagine Real People #imagine Ethan Nestor #Ethan Nestor imagine #Real People imagine #imagines Real People #imagines Ethan Nestor #Real People imagines #Ethan Nestor imagines #Real People fanfic #Ethan Nestor fanfic #fanfic Real People #fanfic Ethan Nestor #Real People fanfiction #Ethan Nestor fanfiction #fanfiction Real People #fanfiction Ethan Nestor #fic Real People #fic Ethan Nestor #Ethan Nestor fic #Real People fic

[savageandwise]

In the aftermath of the disastrous birthday bash, Noel attempts to juggle his unconventional relationship with his brother, his failing marriage and the fear that his helter skelter life is too much for Mary to handle.

#real people fanfiction #burning matches update #noel x mary #gallaghercest fanfiction #Beatle kid fiction

[ificouldhelpyouforget]

ageism 😭 be so fucking serious if people are uncomfortable they have every right to be. especially if the reader is 35+... you old ass niggas need to get a damn life 😭😭 you pushing 40 reading fanfic about someone who is 10 years younger than you.....

They do have every right to be uncomfortable and that's fine if they are, but don't shut out a whole group of people. A majority of the content out there that we all consume is created by older people and even if there is smut, there seems to be no issue there on who consumes the media. Putting smut out in a public forum means all kinds of people will read it. If you don't want people to read it, then don't post it. Easy as that. Us "old ass" people can read whatever the fuck we want. It's fiction. It's not real. Or have you not figured out that it's fantasy yet?

I sure hope that when you younglings reach this age, you still live by this unnecessary rule of not reading smut about young 20 somethings. 🤷🏻‍♀️

A lot of people who have enjoyed fanfiction for longer than most of y'all have been alive already feel isolated from kpop and now having writers isolate them further fucking sucks. Fanfiction doesn't have to be this way. It's a hobby people want to enjoy however they want. The whole point is to read and write things that could be potentially taboo or frowned upon irl. It's a form of escapism for many, but now even that feels like it's being gatekept and that's not how fanfiction should be no matter the subject or person in the fic.

#fanfiction #dont gatekeep fanfiction #ageism in fanfiction #read what you like #it's never harmed anyone before #anon #maybe come off anon to talk #i wasnt too scared to post about this #i would recommend not using the n word though #some people might take offense to that even if you're anon #us old ass readers brought fanfiction to where it is now so settle down #kpop #kpop fanfiction #real people fanfiction

[laudys83]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Barbarians (TV 2020), Barbarians (TV 2020) RPF Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Daniel Donskoy/Murathan Muslu Characters: Daniel Donskoy, Murathan Muslu, Laurence Rupp Additional Tags: Real Life, not impersonating, just a fantasy, Actors Summary:

Barbarians' set may offer a lot more than expected

#barbarians netflix #real people fanfiction #irl fanfiction #murathan muslu #daniel donskoy

[asnarkyandironicusername]

Chapters: 14/35 Fandom: Buzzfeed Unsolved (Web Series), Watcher Entertainment RPF Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ryan Bergara/Shane Madej, Ryan Bergara & Shane Madej Characters: Ryan Bergara, Shane Madej, Original Male Character(s), Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Ghost Hunters, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - No Buzzfeed, Friends to Lovers, Ghosts, The Ghoul Boys (Buzzfeed Unsolved), Shane Madej In Love, Haunting, Idiots in Love, Fights, Pining Shane Madej, Angst with a Happy Ending, Shane Madej Sees Ghosts, Shane Madej Has a Crush, Ryan Bergara Loves Shane Madej, Happy Ending, TJ Marchbank - Freeform, Past Shane Madej/Sara Rubin, Shane Madej & Sara Rubin Friendship, Minor Character Death, Slow Burn, Psychic Abilities, Psychic Shane Madej Summary:

Shane Madej has been able to see spirits since he was five or six, but most people wouldn’t know it; he has earned the reputation of the staunchest nonbeliever on the internet. He and his friends from college have a channel called The Boo Crew, where they hold paranormal investigations of reportedly haunted locations. Ryan Bergara has never actually seen a ghost, but he knows that they are real. He travels the northeast in search of the most compelling evidence and, if you ask him, he’s found it. Now, all he has to do is convince Shane that there are ghosts walking among them, which is easier said than done. To kick off their fifth season, The Boo Crew heads to Gettysburg to do some historical ghost hunting. Everything is going according to plan - Ryan is finding good evidence, Shane is denying said evidence, and the group are having a good time - when one of the camera men ends up dead…and his ghost ends up in Shane’s room. Now, to help his childhood best friend move on, Shane’s going to have to confront some uncomfortable truths. What’s scarier, the ghosts on the battlefield or the skeletons in Shane’s carry-on?

#real people fanfiction #shane madej x ryan bergara #shane madej #ryan bergara #buzzfeed unsolved fanfiction #buzzfeed unsolved

[cellythefloshie]

;; Baggage Chapter Two of Cool for the Summer

Table of Contents Chapter One «« 🤍 »» Chapter Three

Summary: Andrei arrives in Winnipeg for what he intends to be a summer of training. That is until he finds himself distracted by the girl next door, Harper. TW: No triggers apply. Word Count: 4k+

This chapter to be read in conjecture with @hockeyboysimagines I Loved You Three Summers Chapter One.

Winnipeg, Manitoba, was one of seven Canadian cities that an NHL team called home. Many players formed their opinions about the city: it was too cold, the hotels and accommodations were often less than satisfactory, and the city was too boring with little to do outside hangout with your teammates in the hotel room or at dinner. And after only a few years in the NHL, Andrei knew that all to be true. The winters were cold. The waters at the hotel had run cold. If it hadn’t been for his brother playing for the Winnipeg Jets, there would have been nothing for him to do during their one-night stay during the regular season. But in the summer, Winnipeg seemed different. 

The golden glow of a golden hour that he had seen as the place descended over acres of farmer’s fields that building by building became the small city still lingered as he loaded one back, and then the next into the trunk of the taxi that was waiting for them at the airport. Andrei followed Seth’s lead, climbing into the back of the cab and watching as the city evolved around him on their way to Seth’s childhood home on the opposite side of the city. 

The airport became factories, factories became shopping centers and apartment buildings that grew in height until they were towering office buildings in the heart of downtown. Hiding between it was, was the arena he had played in, and then it was all left behind as they were driven to the communities on the south side of the city. 

The houses there were stout, humble, and not quite new enough that one was a carbon copy of the next. Each house had character, with sprawling yards in the front, and Andrei was sure more in the back. It was the kind of neighborhood that kids played street hockey in, and mothers grouped together in walking groups with their dogs and babies before going back to the porches for a glass of wine while husbands cooked on the barbeque. The thought made him smile, even if just a little. It wasn’t home, and it was only temporary, but it would do. 

“That’s it, on the left,” Seth pointed out the window towards one of the larger homes on the street, one with two stories and a long driveway that sat side by side with their neighbors. Two vehicles sat fender to bumper, rusty and in desperate need of a replacement, but his eyes only lingered there for a moment as he got out of the car and rounded to the trunk to grab his bags. 

Andrei was much more interested in what was going on next door. Crammed into the narrow driveway was not one white Jeep Wrangler, but two, and they were both blocked in the driveway by a large U-Haul box truck. Its large frame blocked out the hot, setting sun, but the shadows of the two young women that stood at the back of the truck still stretched across the pavement. Both blonde, and both pretty, they seemed to be conversing there as they unloaded the boxes - the taller pointing into the back of the truck while the shorter was gathering something - a box - from inside. The pair exchanged the box, and it gave Andrei a good enough look at them to conclude one thing: they were sisters. They had to be. They looked too alike not to be. 

Before he could ask Seth about them, the taxi door was slamming, sending his gaze snapping back towards the road before a cheery shout of, “Seth’s home!” had his neck snapping back to the truck, but now, the taller of the blonde’s stood alone, with the smaller nowhere to be seen. Putting the box down at her feet, she jogged down the driveway - her blonde ponytail swaying back and forth against her shoulders with each stride - and she didn’t stop until her arms were thrown around Seth’s shoulders. 

And Andrei just stood there, one bag held in his fist while the other sat on the ground at his own feet, and he watched them. At first, if only because of the smile Seth wore as he welcomed her close, Andrei thought that maybe, just maybe, this was a girl Seth had used to date, or at the very least hook up with. But they hugged and spoke like family. 

“Look at you, mister NHL superstar,” her tone was teasing as she drew back, a bit of a hop in her step as she sunk her hands into the pocket of her hoodie. 

“Hardly,” Seth laughed, a single hand reaching up to push through the tangles of his dark hair. He was grinning, but his shoulders slouched - a little embarrassed, maybe. “Where’s Maddie?”

“Uh?” the blonde hummed, her body turning to look back towards the U-Haul and the front door. “I don’t know. She was just right here.”

Andrei’s eyes fixated on her mouth as she spoke, her lips full and caught somewhere between a smile and a frown, as if each corner would downturn the moment he looked away. He shouldn’t have starred, but he was captivated by the complexity of her expression. Her smile spread so widely into the fullness of her cheeks, but there was no light in her eyes. Only a heaviness in the hazel hue that had Andrei’s shoulder slouching and neck craning forward as if he could get a better look at them. As if he were imagining the storm in her eyes that clouded over the radiance of her smile. 

“Ah,” her smile altered, her nose wrinkling as she took a step back, “who’s this?”

Seth brought an arm around, his hand patting up against Andrei’s back firmly as he made the introduction, “my teammate Andrei, he’s going to be staying with me for the summer.”

“Lucky him,” there was an uncertainty in her tone, her eyes looking him up and down once and stopped once their eyes met again. 

“Luckier now,” Andrei spoke after a moment, a hand reaching out into the space between them. He had a tightness in her stomach, one he couldn't shake. He had made her uncomfortable with the staring, he knew it, but he couldn’t look away, not as Seth gave him a nudge and questioned him silently with a thick raised brown. “Seth didn’t mention having a sister-”

“No, no, not my sister,” Seth spoke quickly, raising his hands, almost as if the mere idea offended him, “Harper and Maddie grew up next door. She was my babysitter.”

“I don’t believe it, you look so young” Andrei grinned wide, his words laced with a low laugh. 

“Babysitter, not his mother. I’m not ancient,” Harper countered, her hand reaching out to shake his hand as it waited for her to hold between them. 

Her delicate fingers slid along his, meeting calloused palms and his careful but firm hold. Her touch left him holding his breath, hiding the excitement that sent his heart racing in the depths of his chest behind a calm smile. Andrei shook her hand long and slow, the thought of letting go not once crossing his mind until she leaned him, offered a soft smile and spoke, “you think I could get my hand back now?”

“Yes,” Andrei’s eyes went wide, his hand letting go of Harper’s as if it were now suddenly as hot as flame. “I’m sorry.”

“Thanks,” she spoke, taking a step back, her first step of her accent up the driveway, “I’ll ah-” she hummed, her hand reaching up to rub the back of her neck, and Andrei watched it all still staring, shameless, “I’m going to go check on Maddie, let her know that you’re home. I’m sure she just ran inside to get something-”

Andrei’s eye didn’t leave her once as she stumbled back over her sneakers towards her front door. And he smiled a dopey grin as he took in the full sight of her. Harper wasn’t just a pretty face. She was petite and lean, but not in a fragile, feminine way. Harper was strong. He could see it in her muscles as she picked up the box she had abandoned in the driveway, and in the hop in her step as she jogged towards the house. Then she was gone, lost beyond what waited for her beyond the front door. It was then, with her out of sight, Andrei felt the force of Seth’s hand knocking him against his chest. 

“What was that man?” Seth was grinning as he reached down to grab his own bags and began to lead the way to his own front door. 

“She is very pretty,” Andrei smiled, following in his path, all the while looking back towards the door of Harper’s house. 

“Yeah, well,” Seth pushed open the door, his own words interrupting their conversation as he shouted out, “Mom, Dad? We’re home!”

Seth kicked his shoes off in the doorway, nudging them to the side with the toes of his dirty socks. Andrei did the same, tucking his sneakers to the side on a free space on a cluttered shoe rack before taking quick strides to catch up to Seth who was leading the way to the quest room that Andrei would be calling home until they went back to Carolina in September. 

It was small, with nothing more than a queen sized bed and a dresser for him to pack away his things. It wasn’t much, but it would do - especially with a distraction like Harper next door. He wouldn’t need much else. 

“Well?” Andrei pressed as he threw his bag down at the end of the bed, making himself at home. “Harper…”

“Last time I heard? She’s getting married in August-”

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

Without a hand to reach back for it, the front door slammed into its frame, leaving Harper to jump away from its firm rattle as it set her on course for her sister’s bedroom. One the way, she abandons what she considered the final box of her moving trip at the top of the basement stairs, and she doesn’t waste her time taking off her shoes - not when she will still need to run boxes to the storage locker she was renting on the outskirts of the city. But first, she needed answers. 

Taking the stairs going up two at a time, Harper hopped onto the landing and called out to her little sister, “Mads?” 

She paused, waiting for her to call back to her. Madison said nothing. 

Brows furrowing, she craned her neck to peer through the door that was left open just a crack. Anyone else would have considered it closed, but to Harper, it was an invitation to let herself inside. Looking one way, Harper looked over an unmade empty bed, and looking at the other, she found her sister seated at her desk, one leg brought up to hug it against her chest, while she appeared occupied. But Harper knew her better than that. Madison was just trying to look busy. 

Harper sighed as she crossed her arms over her chest, her lead leaning to rest against the door frame. If their father was home, she would have walked right in and closed the door, but it was just them in the house and he wouldn’t be back until the early hours in the morning. They would have more than enough time to talk; “What was that all about?”

“What?” Madison didn’t look up from her desk, instead she reached out for something Harper couldn’t quite see, and toyed with it in her fingers. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Madison,” Harper’s tone was firm, caught somewhere between concerned sibling and mother. It was one of the harsh traits and realities of growing up without their mother - and growing up the eldest of two daughters. 

“Harper,” Madison countered, the smile in her voice almost enough to leave Harper groaning. 

Did she really have to be so difficult? Though, was Harper really in the position to push her way back into her sister’s life? She had been living on her own since she was eighteen, and was only now moving home almost a decade later because of her own mistakes. Mistakes Madison had not one clue about. They had grown so far apart there were parts of her life Harper was sure Madison couldn’t even fathom. Maybe that fact went both ways. 

“You can’t hide shit from me, you know that,” Harper reminded. Before, when she was still at home, and they were still close, they told each other everything. And even when they didn’t, they always found out. “I know something’s wrong.”

Pushing off her desk, Madison swiveled in her seat. “You always were the smart one.”

“Smart?” Harper raised a brow as she pushed up from where she propped herself against the doorway and moved to sit at the end of Madison’s bed. “Sure, but that’s got nothing to do with it. I know you, and what happened outside, that’s not normal.”

Seth and Madison, they had been inseparable since they were in diapers. There were pictures on the walls and buried deep in photo albums to prove it. Harper knew that better than anyone - hell, she was the one that was stuck babysitting them both until they were old enough to be trusted alone. Even then, her father - and Seth’s parents - often had her chaperone. She had attended too many middle school dances in her lifetime to admit and even more hockey games. But Harper would do anything or her sister - and Seth, but only if he asked nicely. 

“Fine,” Madison sighed, “Can we keep this between us, though?”

Harper only nodded, scared that saying anything else would leave Madison second guessing her decision to tell her anything. 

“Last summer, things got kind of…” Madison sighed, her head hanging on her shoulders and sending her long blonde bangs into her eyes. A single hand raised to fix them as she spoke. “Weird I guess? We were at this party right before he left for camp-”

Harper’s stomach sunk, her head spiraling with every worst possible outcome, and every protective instinct sent her nerves raw. 

“He was with some girl. It just pissed me off, and we had a fight.”

She shouldn’t have been relieved by what she heard, but Harper was letting out a long sigh of relief all the same. Then, she sat there for a moment, her fingers picking at her own nail beds as she worried that Madison might not like the conclusion she had reached with the little detail she had offered her, “was that fight with Seth because you were jealous.”

“No,” Madison scoffed, “I was just mad he was with another girl?”

Harper’s head cocked and her eyes narrowed. “That’s what jealousy is, Mads.”

Madison blew out a breath and let her gaze fall to her feet. “Whatever, so yeah,” she spoke quickly, “I’m just not ready to see him yet.”

“Holy shit, Mads,” Harper couldn’t stop herself from letting a smile spread over her features, “are you telling me that you like Seth?”

“I think so. I mean, why else would I get upset like that if I didn’t? Right?”

“Right,” Harper nodded, “I baby sat both of you for such a long time, and I would have never guessed it’d come to that. But maybe I’m not as good of a sister as I thought I was…” There were a lot of things Harper wasn’t good at anymore. She wasn’t a good daughter, a good sister, or a friend. Most days, she wasn’t even good at being herself. “Do you think he likes you?”

Madison’s shoulder shrugged, and Harper couldn’t help but to smile. Suddenly, she felt like a teenager again. A teenager just trying to help her little sister through the mundane pressures of middle school and puberty. When the troubles were nothing more than getting a bad grade on a test, what jeans were in fashion and crushes on boys. 

“Last time I checked, the answer was no,” Madison sighed, but was quick to turn the table on Harper. If there was one thing the Alexander sisters were, it was supportive of one another. “And don’t say that. You’re a great sister.”

“That was last summer. Could be different now. He’s had a whole season away, and a lot of time to think about how things ended between the two of you.”

“Maybe-”

“Talking to him might help things, or at the very least put things at ease between the two of you. And if he doesn’t know how you feel, he can’t act on any feelings he might also have. You know?” Harper smiled, but it was quick to waiver. She was the last person that should be giving any kind of relationship advice. “I’m sure you don’t want my advice, though. I’m not exactly a love expert these days.”

Madison’s frown mirrored her own, but for a different reason. “I always want your advice. You’re the smartest person I know, and you’re my big sister. Don’t ever think for one second I don’t value what you say, or want your opinion.” It was the heart to heart they needed, and it was punctuation with a mischievous smile and a playful, “bitch.”

It was the very word they needed to break out into laughter. Harper lay back on her sister’s bed with open arms. She welcomed her sister from her perch on the chair, the two of them laying together in the bed for a moment as Harper stared at the ceiling. Her eyes burned with the emotional acid that were tears. Refusing to look at her own sister was the only way to keep her sister from seeing them. She had missed moments like that. She had missed what it felt like to have someone for support. Harper had missed her sister more than she had realized. 

“You’re smart, kind and beautiful, Mads,” Harper did her best to keep her voice calm, “if a guy can’t see that, then he’s dumb and not worth your time. And that still applies, even if it’s Seth. The guy should know how amazing you are by now.”

“You’re smart, kind and beautiful too,” Madison reminded her, “and someday a guy will see that… Like that hottie in the driveway! WHO was that?”

Nope. Was the first thing to cross Harper’s mind at her sister’s words, and she wasn’t sure if it was because she didn’t feel beautiful, kind nor smart, or if it was that she didn’t want to talk about the very awkward encounter with Carolina Hurricanes forward, Andrei Svechnikov, in her driveway. He had stared a little too long, and maybe so had she. His voice was so deep she could feel it in her bones as he spoke, and her hand? She swore she could still feel it wrapped around hers as she flexed it even then, as it was empty. 

He had left her feeling more than she had in the last month, though she wasn’t exactly sure what it was she was feeling. So she settled on being confused, and not saying a damn word about it. “He’s Seth’s teammate, Andrei I think-”

Kissing her sister’s hair, Harper peeled away from the hug and began to move for the door before she could feel her sister’s pressure to divulge any further. What could she divulge? Harper didn’t actually know. Their encounter had been brief, but she had seen enough to support her sister’s question: he was very attractive, albeit young. But she wasn’t going to admit that. Not Maddie, not to anyone. 

Andrei was far too young to have her thinking anything like that. 

“Anyway, I have some boxes I need to unpack,” Harper hummed, her hand grasping at the door frame to whip herself from the room while calling out behind her, “and I’ll be ordering pizza for dinner. My thank you for helping my dumb as move back in!”

Then, before her sister could question her on it, Harper raced down both flights of stairs and was forced to stop in her tracks at the bottom of the second flight. What was once the basement she and her sister performed self-written plays for their father in, and also doubled as a mini-sticks rink was now a collection of piled boxes, and a new IKEA bed built and shoved awkwardly between furniture that has been around since the 90s. This would be her new bedroom. There was still much more to be done. Table to move, her boxes to unpack, and sheets to wash. It all seemed like too much, it all an overwhelming, suffocating feeling on her chest as Harper stood there surrounded by it all. 

Her palms began to sweat, and a hand raised up to pull at the collar of her shirt that was nowhere near her neck. It was the new beginning she needed, even though she hated that it had to come at the ripe age of twenty-seven. This wasn’t where she was supposed to be, living in her father’s basement, but it was where she needed to be. 

Harper had accepted that. 

But Darren hadn’t. 

Her phone vibrated in the tight pocket of her rights. It had been buzzing on and off throughout the evening as she had unpacked the U-Haul, but it was only as she stood surrounded by the mess that was her life that Harper had the time to answer it. Even then, she almost didn’t when she was her ex’s name on the call display, but she wanted to give him the closer he seemed to so desperately need. 

“Hey,” her voice croaked, “what’s up?”

“I just got in. You left your keys on the counter? And I can’t find the-”

Harper’s eyes shut tight, a single hand raising up to pinch at the bridge of her nose. Darren knew this was happening. She didn’t know why he pretended he didn’t. It was only going to make it more difficult for the both of them. 

“I moved out the rest of my stuff today, Darren.” Harper did her best to keep her voice firm. They were over. That needed to be clear.

“Harp-”

“Don’t!” Her grasp tightened around her phone, her heart racing in her chest, and her stomach on the verge of lurching. At first, going back home was just to get space. Harper had spent weeks sleeping on the sofa, trying to work things out, but there was no healing for Harper. Their problems were only solved temporarily, or only seemed to exist for her, not for him. She was tired, living each day in resentment while Darren lived each day, loved and taken care of. 

Harper wanted that same respect. 

Darren promised it. 

It never came. 

“Don’t call me anymore. Goodbye, Darren.”

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

Winnipeg was cold until it wasn’t. Even in the early days of summer, Andrei could feel it. The heavy sweat on his skin that came with the thick humidity in the air. It should have reminded him of Carolina nights, but his place back home had a temperature control that didn’t rely on an old, rickety air conditioning unit that was wedged in his window. It rattled and stalled before roaring to life again when the heat became unbearable. It left Andrei tossing and turning on what would have been a comfortable bed if it weren’t for the heat that surrounded him. 

Blankets were tangled between his legs, shoved to one side of the bed and then the other before joining the pillows on the floor and leaving Andrei laying in nothing but his boxers in the bed. It wasn’t enough. He needed to cool off somehow. 

Groaning, he pushed himself up from the bed and moved quietly into the kitchen. Andrei moved through the cupboards quietly. Opening one after the other until he found a glass and filled it up with tap water when he couldn’t find a pitcher in the fridge. He filled it until it overflowed, drank it dry, and filled it again. It was cold, but wasn’t cold enough. It left him cursing under his breath as he placed the glass down on the countertop. His head hung low on his shoulders, his eyes shutting for a moment as he contemplated messaging his brother to sleep on the couch in his condo for the remainder of the summer. 

But when his eyes opened, they fixated on the blue bin below, and a photograph that was buried among empty beer cans and old pizza boxes. Usually he wouldn’t have looked twice, but there was one face prominent on the glossy image, the pretty neighbor, Harper. 

Crouching down, Andrei pinched the picture between his fingers and pulled it from the recycling bin. He winced as the box tumbled, clamoring as they fell to the ground, but the house remained silent. He was the only one awake. Letting out a heavy sigh, Andrei stood up straight, and held the photo in the moonlight that streamed in through the kitchen window. 

Harper wasn’t alone in the photo. She was embraced by a handsome, apparently older man with his hair cut short and stubble covering his jawline. In elegant cursive it read, you’re invited to the wedding of mr darren fletcher and ms harper alexander. The save the date was for the August long weekend, just under two months away - but when Andrei moved to the large calendar that Mrs. Jarvis hung up on the kitchen wall to keep track of deadlines for the school year Andrei noticed one thing: the wedding date on the calendar was scratched out.

Taglist: @starshine-hockey-girl , @wingedwheelprxncess , @mp0625 , @misunderstoodwerewolf , @callsign-denmark , @puckmaidens , @xciciix , @cixrosie

#andrei svechnikov #nhl fanfic #real people fanfiction #nhl fanfiction #hockey rpf #nhl rpf #andrei svechnikov x original character #seth jarvis #collaboration fic

[fishyupmywishy]

Sometimes I wish that writing fanfiction about real people didn’t go against my every being and make me want to die because I just witnessed the cutest thing ever and my hands are itching to write it but at the same time they are also itching to smack across the face really hard😭

#real people fanfiction #is absolutely gross #but I still want do it #fanfiction #i’m gonna sob #and #imma kms

[maureenforever]

Is fanfiction about real people fun to read or is it wrong? Answer in comments or send your opinions to me anonymously.

#maureen starkey #george harrison #real people fanfiction

[happypeachsludgeflower]

Apparently, my mother dictates fanfiction rom com’s about me in her head. After having listened to her describe a few plot summaries, they sounds way more riveting then canon ngl

#fanfiction #fanfic #real people fanfiction #shitpost #but is it? #because unfortunately this is something she really does #my mother has problems

[raepois]

i’ve gotten to a point in my life that, when it comes to fandoms, i genuinely do not give a shit about what the fuck people are doing, as long as it doesn’t harm people (especially the people that are being written about when it comes to fanfic), involve minors or animals in adult situations, contain graphic SA as a plot device or k!nk, along with other horribly immoral things.

#fandom #fandoms are weird bro #atp i genuinely don’t care unless what you’re doing and writing is fucked up #i dont care anymore #fanfic #fanfiction #rpf #real people fanfiction #don’t be weird #if i see anyone who does r34 shit irl i will curb stomp them #respect people when they say that they don’t like fanfiction being written about them #we don’t need another septiplier thing #i hate it here #unless stated otherwise by said real people shipping real people shouldn’t exist or at the very least be a common occurrence #if you write stuff like the milk fic #you need professional help #not kidding #i am dead serious