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collectivecloseness · 1 year

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Eddie thinking you’ve been ignoring him all day

Eddie Munson x Reader

(Tw: needles)

Eddie was sulking in bed, one pillow between his knees, the other crushed in between his arms, with his cheek flat against it.

Why hadn’t you called? You said you would.

Eddie Munson had such a crush on you. You were his best friend, but he really, really, really liked you... He had for a while.

You two had only managed to hang out for just under an hour yesterday, which was way less than usual. But since you had to leave to go socialise with your other friends, you promised to call Eddie today. ‘First thing in the morning’ you’d said, with the caveat of ‘if you’re up’, smiling playfully at him.

But it was now 3 pm and Eddie was lying face down on his bed, not even listening to music, or reading, he was just laying there, waiting.

Eddie had even called you four times today and no response, but your phone did ring. There was no way you were still asleep. Normally he’d just crawl through your window. He did that a lot. But yesterday you kept saying that you were ‘just tired’ when you two hung out, with the small time you had.

Maybe you didn’t want to see him?

Eddie clenched both pillows tighter, his body curling in on itself. He was always worried about this. Maybe people had finally gotten to you about him being a... a freak.

But no... you wouldn’t fall for that. You wouldn’t believe them, would you? You wouldn’t stop seeing him just to get people to like you more, gain back some of the social status you lost becoming friends with him.

But you said you were fine, you still had pretty much all your friends, who just scowled at Eddie and badmouthed him to you, but didn’t avoid you because of it. And you said you had your ‘true friends’, the ones who didn’t care about you and Eddie, and you said you had him! You said as long as you had that, you’d be happy...

Eddie rolled over, rubbing his legs together like crickets, before dejectedly kicking his bottom pillow off the bed since it’d gotten partly lost anyways, just squeezing his pillow tighter between his bitten fingernails. Trying not to punch it, because he’d been punching the pillow when it was curled against his stomach earlier, and he’d only hurt himself doing it. Punching the pillow didn’t make him feel any better. He just wanted you.

And then, the phone rang.

Eddie ran through the hospital doors, nearly breaking the automatic ones at the entrance, and he skidded to a halt at the board with directions of each ward, bouncing on his feet as he quickly read. Even though his eyes were slightly blurry from adrenaline, he could still read the large “4” meaning that your ward was an elevator ride up.

Eddie couldn’t give a shit about people staring at him as he ran through the hospital, crashing into every wall he took a corner through. It was a hospital, if there was anywhere people should understand someone running, it was here!

As Eddie finally thrust open your door, his panting breath finally became audible in his own ears, as he finally took a look at you. Staring up at him, in a hospital gown, an IV in your arm, but still smiling.

Eddie ran over to your side, but sat gently on your bed, carefully taking up your closest hand in his, avoiding the needle in it. And his deep brown eyes locked on yours. “Sweetheart, what happened?”

Eddie called you sweetheart sometimes. You didn’t mind, and he glared at anyone who seemed to find it odd until they backed down. And even though your mom had rang Eddie on your behalf, explaining to him that you were pretty much fine, Eddie still needed to ask you a million and one questions. All as he gently held you hand, doing all his best to not hurt you more.

You squeezed back Eddie’s hand, letting him know he was okay, as you shuffled further up the bed to sit up. “I’m fine, I’m sorry about all this.”

Eddie shook his head immediately, shuffling just like you did, but closer to you. His other hand stroking up and down the back of your wrist, holding your hand in his lap “No, no. What happened y/n?” Eddie looked down to your leg he could see clearer now under the hospital blanket. He didn’t even worry he’d be caught staring at your legs, especially in a robe that was a bit too short for you, because it was glaringly obvious he was staring at the big bandage wrapped around your calf.

“So basically, I woke up super early in the morning because I was feeling sick.” You saw Eddie’s body shuffling again, fidgeting, and you gave him a smile that was on the more humorous side of self-pitying, but still marginally annoyed at the whole situation. “But I was so tired, it was like, 4:30, and I only got back from Ellen’s at like 1 last night. So when I was carrying the bottle of medicine I kinda... slipped. And fell on the bottle. On the glass bottle.” You looked at Eddie pointedly, and his head tilted back as he got it now. But quickly his brown eyes went back to your leg, knowing what was under there now, his hand resting stretched on your knee as he observed it.

“Ew. Metal.” He commented, getting you to roll your eyes in agreement. “I know, right? You should’ve seen my bathroom, it looked like a crime scene.”

“You poor mom.”

“Oh she screamed.” You nodded.

Eddie sucked in air through his teeth, in sympathy of your poor leg, as he rubbed your knee.

“Anyway, so apparently the glass was pretty fucking deep, because it wasn’t enough to have stitches, I needed to have a small surgery.”

“SURGERY?!”

Eddie lowered his voice as you shushed him, not wanting a nurse to kick him out. His eyes were bulging out of their skull, shock horror on his face. “No one said anything to me about surgery!”

“It was a small one!” You promised.

“Is there actually such a thing?”

“Yeah!”

Eddie relented with a sigh, picking his head back up to look at you with those puppy dog eyes. His lip bitten in worry.

God, he was so fucking cute!

“But yeah, that only lasted, like, an hour. Not including the wait time, and the prep for surgery, and me waking up and all that shit. And then I didn’t get a single moment to call you or anything, because when I was up the doctors were testing me all day, just because I felt sick this morning. And they wanted to know if I was like, lightheaded, or dizzy or something, if there was any other reason I fell. At least they’re thorough I guess...”

Eddie nodded, deciding to just listen to all you had to say, his hand still rocking on your knee. Touch was very casual between you both anyway (minus occasional heavy beating hearts), plus he was just so glad you genuinely seemed okay. He thought. His head tilted when you finshed speaking, but he still thought that wasn’t enough, for his best friend who was literally describing their journey to the hospital. “...And??”

“Oh! I’m fine! It’s nothing serious.” You smoothed your free hand over the top of his, and you watched Eddie’s eyes go from still slightly worried on yours, to calm and washed over, over your joint hands. “It really was just an accident, and my leg should literally be fine too, the cuts were just a bit too deep for stitches. Plus it looked way worse than it was, I didn’t even stab any part of me inside, so no long lasting injuries or anything.”

“Good... Well I’m glad you didn’t get internally stabbed at least. Just a regular ole stabbing.” Eddie laughed out his nose, his smile only widening, because your smile got bigger when he finally smiled.

“Yeah, just a regular ole stabbing!” You agreed, now knowing that was going to be one of your inside jokes you two repeated all the time, much to the confusion of others. “Now I can join the basketball team, since my leg will be back to its full power.” You teased, knowing Eddie probably would have tackled you onto the bed if it wasn’t for you being injured, especially by the offended, yet very playful, way his eyebrows raised, and his jaw dropped in a smile.

“Don’t you dare. I’ll tell them all about your bathroom that’s soaked cieling to floor in blood. They’ll definitely think I’ve corrupted you.”

“The cieling didn’t get blood on it!” You rebutted, only getting Eddie to laugh, and you to join in response. Both of you rubbing each other’s hands, soothingly, but also self-soothingly. Just because you both wanted to. Because you liked being close.

Eddie’s smile stayed firmly planted on his warm lips. You were okay. You were fine, and you weren’t avoiding him. You didn’t forget him.

Eddie was the first person you’d asked to be called, when you got the opportunity for someone to reach the phone. You’d even told him you felt bad about not being able to call him, that you were worried about him. After all of today, you’d been worried about him, just because you couldn’t call? It made Eddie even more sure he was so right, for being so in love with you.

But you pat Eddie’s hand, with a tad more strength, just to show off how absolutely fine you were, and you even shuffled closer, so your thigh on your injured leg, was touching Eddie’s. “Hey.” You proposed, holding Eddie’s wrist to show he wasn’t going anywhere. “I’ve been in hospital for hours, since 5 this morning. So I think the least you could do is hang out with me all day.”

#really happy to write more Eddie he’s my beloved boy :’) 💕#Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie Munson angst #Eddie Munson fluff #Eddie Munson hurt/comfort #Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson drabble #anon #ask #stranger things #Eddie Munson fic #1.6k #Eddie Munson/reader

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Finding Her

post-Hell Bent alternative ending.

The Doctor wants his companion back, and is willing to do anything to do so. Yet, he what he finds is far different than what he expects. (Set on Gallifrey)

One chapter, approx 1.6k. Twelfth doctor/ Clara Oswin Oswald

Angst and pain guaranteed

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I would do an event, but with school coming up, I won't be doing an event, but know that there may be one soon!

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moonofthenight · 1 year

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Next one I choose to trust, I hope I use some common sense

Merry Christmas to everyone who celebrates! This is the outcome of a discord fic exchange and I am actually quite excited to post it here :) It’s been a hot minute since I wrote in @lumosinlove ‘s universe and the characters but I missed it.

Cw: Regulus’ past, anxiety about the future

It was a cold Saturday morning in Gryffindor and Regulus found himself sitting on his bed in his brother's house, a white paper in his slightly shaking hands. He had expected it but actually holding it between his fingers made it so much more real, too real, if he was being honest with himself.

Regulus Black’s life has been flipped upside down more than once in his few years on earth. When he was little, he went from playing ice hockey with his friends for fun to being in the NHL under the watch of his parents; then, his brother made national news and he suffered the consequences too and now his life is being flipped upside down once again. Only this time, it was his own choice that got him there. He simply wasn't used to being on his own, wasn't used to having his own free choice. Overwhelmed would be the word he would use if someone asked him how he felt at this moment.

N e w Y o r k U n i v e r s i t y

The letters stared at him and he stared right back. He should feel thrilled, right? This was what he wanted, or so he thought he did. He did want to go to university and NYU was his top choice so why- why was he feeling weird about it? Why was he not happy? He took a deep breath in.

Regulus was never one to cry, maybe it was because of his upbringing but he did however knew how it felt being so close to crying it would only take opening your mouth for the tears to spill over, so close that the lump in your throat almost hurts. What if he's not made for university? What if nobody will like him? What if people recognize him? What if he will be all on his own again?

And that was what the elephant in the room seemed to be, wasn’t it? He was not ready to be all by himself again. The more he thought about it, the more clear it became how little he actually knew about life outside of hockey. Friends, for example, are one of the most important things in life and he wasn’t sure how to make them. He didn’t think there really was a guideline, if he was honest, but the only close friend he made along the way, who didn’t count as a direct family, was Leo. And even he was connected to hockey. Hockey was always involved in some shape or form. And while he loved hockey, it was always and will always be connected to his parents and until a while ago, it was all he had, really. He never had something just for himself.

He remembers the conversation they had a while ago quite vividly, about Reg’s future. Sirius loved his family, he really did but asking them for advice wasn’t the best thing at that time. They met at the Dumais’ house for dinner and they weren’t even half way through when Logan and Finn were talking over themselves, praising Harvard. Dumo tried to see the more reasonable side, while Remus was just quietly laughing to himself in the corner, being no help whatsoever and the others didn’t even have the chance to give input with Finn and Logan entertaining the whole house with their bickering. He had pulled Regulus aside after they finished eating, asking him what he wanted to do. His brother answered in a very small voice, as if he was ashamed to speak his wants out loud. New York University was something that was the talk of the night after the other’s heard of it too.

Sirius finds him like that a little later. He usually checks on Regulus a few times a day, respecting his privacy and choice of wanting to be alone but he missed his brother and nothing could stop him from checking in once in a while. At that moment, it seemed like it was a good thing he did. Regulus was still sitting on his bed, the letter open between his hands. Worry made its way into Sirius’ mind. It looked a lot like a rejection letter from a university to him. At least that’s what the last few letters addressed to Regulus were about. He knocked gently on the frame, to not startle his little brother. “Hey, are you okay?” he asked quietly. Regulus blinked, his head turning slowly towards Sirius’ voice. “Mh?” “Did you-.” Sirius stopped himself, not knowing if it was the right thing to ask. Instead he said, “Which college is it?”

“NYU,” came a quiet answer. Sirius sucked in a breath. Shit.

Sirius breathed in, “Did you get rejected?”. To his complete surprise, Regulus shook his head, “No, I got accepted.” Sirius’ mouth dropped open, hands clapping excitedly, “That’s amazing, Reg!” It took him another moment to realise the lack of response from his brother’s side. “It is amazing, right?”

A beat of silence. Another one.

Regulus’ body shuddered. He wasn’t used to all those complicated emotions going through him right now, unsure how to handle the situation.

“I want this. This is like, the first thing I chose for myself in a long time. Something I want. I should be excited. Why am I not excited,” Regulus choked out, voice thick with emotion. Sirius rushed over, sitting down in front of him on his bed with a respectful distance.

“Talk to me Reg, it’s just me. You are safe with me.” That was what it came down to again, wasn’t it? He looked up again, finding his brother’s eyes looking at him. Safety. He can let go. He felt tears in his eyes building up, not quite spilling over yet. “I am scared,” he says in a small voice.

“Can I hug you?”

Before he could think of it, Regulus felt himself nod and not a second later, Sirius was scooping him up in his arms, holding his head close to his chest. Just like he did when we were kids. He returned the hug, snuggling a little closer.

Home.

“I cannot say I know exactly how you feel but I want you to know that it's valid. It’s okay to be scared,” Sirius said. “I don't know how to make friends, how to not be on my own again,” he mumbles into his brother's chest. He felt Sirius’ calm breathing under his cheek, trying to follow it. “It’s going to be a big adjustment but Reg, it will be so freeing. I don’t know how to describe it differently. Just… let yourself be, enjoy yourself, find yourself and it's going to be okay. Be exactly who you are and the right people will find their way into your life. You just gotta let them in. Its scary as fuck but look where it got me, I couldn’t be happier.” His brother paused, stroking his head, before he continued, “I am so proud of you, Reg and I'll just be a call away, so will Leo or Remus or the rest of the family. You will never be on your own. I need you to understand that.”

“You sound like Dumo,” Regulus said, a little laugh escaping his throat. He felt Sirius’ laugh under his face, still squished against his chest. It makes Regulus chuckle again too. If Sirius heard it sounding a little wet, he didn’t mention it.

“The old man is rubbing off on me.”

“I’ll tell him you said he’s old.” Sirius laughed again at that and Regulus felt a kiss on his hair.

“Okay,” Regulus said, pulling away from the hug, “Enough physical contact for today.” He shuffled away, leaning against the coussions and while Sirius was standing back up again and walking towards the door, they heard the bell ring.

“Are we expecting any visitors?” Regulus asked, wiping his nose. Sirius smiled a little sheepishly, stopping and leaning against the doorway.

“I might have texted Leo before I came upstairs. I figured you needed a distraction. I saw the letter on the table this morning and when you didn't leave your room all day, I assumed the worst.” Regulus barely had the time to shoot him a grateful smile before said blonde boy came bolting up the stairs.

“Regi!” Regulus smiled, glancing at his brother.

“Get out of here.” Sirius smiled too, making his way back to the bed to press a kiss on Regulus’ head once more, almost running into Leo while leaving the room for good now.

“On a scale of 1-10, how much recharging do you need?” Was the first thing Leo said when he fully entered the room.

“Solid 8.”

“Recharging?”, Sirius asked, confusion clear on his face. Leo and Regulus shared a knowing look, trying not to laugh.

“Go find your partner, Cap,” Leo said, nodding his head in the direction of the stairs with a fond glint in his eyes. Sirius rolled his eyes at that, the little smile on his lips betraying him as he closed the door.

Yeah, Regulus thought, he will miss this a lot but he will be okay.

Leo turned his attention back on Regulus now. “I brought emotional support ice cream and blueberry muffins, I didn't know what to expect. Sirius’ text didn’t give much away,” Leo said, a little wary.

“Blueberry muffins,” Regulus said, his smile growing bigger. Leo screamed in joy, tackling Regulus to his bed.

“I am so proud of you, I cannot believe you'll leave me,” Leo said, rolling them around.

#Winter Noot Fic Exchange 2022 #rating: t #1.6k #regulus black #sirius black #leo knut #sweater weather lumosinlove #lumosinlove #brother bonding with a little bit of reg&leo

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collectivecloseness · 1 year

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I know you just said something about the girls being dom but i can't get my mind off having robin ride your strap and making her edge herself while praising her

Robin Buckley x reader

“It’s too much... Please.” Robin’s panting underneath you.

She’s naked just like you are, except for the strap on you’re wearing, with the black toy attached buried inside your poor girlfriends cunt. Drops of white splattered near the base, and Robin was sweating into the bed. Closing her eyes tiredly, just wanting to finally come to a close. Her body collapsed into the sheets as she kept wordlessly shaking her head at you.

“Noo c’mon honey, you can fuck your self on my strap for me, can’t you my baby?” You lightly encourage. You don’t move, since you know touching Robin will add more fuel to the fire, since she’s been without it since you started edging her. Also, it’d move the toy, and that’s all on Robin right now. You two had been at it a while, and you’d told Robin she was close. Just a bit more.

You watched her open her eyes, curiously looking to yours with furrowed brows. When she saw the settled look on your face, she whined quietly, her throat dry. Her eyes went down to your strap, and how sexy your hips looked in it. Robin hoped you’d buy those cowboy outfits after tonight, it always seemed to remind her of that. She wanted to wear your hat, and ride you.

With one slight wiggle of her hips, slowly, Robin raised them. And she started humping up into your strap again, as you kneeled above her, whining sighs with each thrust as you watched her fuck herself against you. “See? Such a good girl.” Was all you conceded, but with a slightly cooing tone.

While Robin was too sensitive too smile, she did look up with a slight sparkle of determination in her eyes from your words. She thrusted into you two more times, but her body crumbled to the bed again quickly. Her whines sounding more like cries now.

You tried not to move too much, but you gave her a smile yourself now, your words encouraging. “C’mon you can do it! Doesn’t it feel good?” You asked, tilting your head.

Robin, with tears in her eyes, nodded at you. And you could tell by the slight shake in her body that it really did feel good. Too good, after this long. Biting on her lip, Robin tried again for you, but fully collapsed from sensitivity. Body giving up, as tears spilled now. Dripping down her face as she moaned despondently, partly for you.

“I-I can’t! I can’t. Please...” Robin gave a tiny cry, her tears slowly pooling on her bed, as she looked up to you. Needing you now, she just wanted to give in. She wanted desperately to reach out for you, but her whole body felt too tired to move. She couldn’t raise her arms if she tried. She hoped this showed just more how badly she needed you. Robin knew you always understood. You knew what to do, how to help.

“Ssshhhh, ssh ssh ssh ssh sshh.” You hushed, before humming with a loving tone. You decided to lean down at this point, closer to Robin. Which did move your strap, and Robin’s hips rode it with soft moans, her eyes a bit far off as she twitched, while you slowly kept moving forward. You wiped Robin’s cheeks, continuing to shush her tenderly. “It’s okay baby.” You repeated it a couple of times, until Robin moved closer, knowing she was listening to you.

Robin looked up at you, whining vocally. Her hand on the back of yours that was pressed warmly to her cheek, holding you there. Her tears stopped, but her eyes still sparkly, not leaving you for a moment.

You bit your lip. You could tell by how desperate Robin was for you, and how her hips twiched against your toy, she was in pretty deep, but any crying, not exclusively from pleasure, made you want to check in. You kept rubbing her cheek, with a hold that you knew would make her feel grounded. Making sure to keep a close eye on her as you became more yourself as you spoke. “Do you want to use the safe word?”

Robin thought for a couple of seconds, and you started leaning back, just not with your hips, in preparation. But when Robin’s eyes came back to yours after she’d thought about it, she shyly shook her head. No. Although her hand gripped yours a little more securely now.

“Okay. Good girl for thinking about it, and telling me.” You leant further and kissed her cheek, making sure to keep your hand in hers, and you got to hear her shocked, and overloaded sigh right in your ear as you did so. You pressed a kiss right to the top of her own ear then, leaning away again with only your back, trying to keep your hips still for Robin’s own fun. “Come on. Give me a few more my love, then I’ll let you cum? Okay?”

Robin’s eyes went wide, wet but shining even more now because of your words, as her lower lip wobbled. Her fingertips clawing tenderly more at the back of your hand.

“I promise baby.” You said hushedly, stroking her pretty hair as well as her cheek now, trying to cool her down while loving on her like she deserves. “Promise. Such a good baby for me, my good birdie.”

At that nickname, Robin finally seemed to get enough strength in her body again. Her chest fluttering as her heart clearly hammered, with a small gasp from her favourite nickname from you. So Robin tried again.

This time, you placed your hands on her thighs to help her out, with shakes and spasms and the like. As well as slightly guiding her if she needed. They were very warm, and you knew it would also help her out because of your touch, especially there, too. Not that she needed as much help, with your reassuring grip, and the promise that she can finally cum.

Robin was moaning more than panting or whining now, and you knew that was a good sign. Your hands keeping a steady hold on her thighs, as you felt Robin fucking back into your strap on. More eagerly now, although still over sensitive. And her mouth that was open with her high moans, was raised in just a twinge of a smile.

You smiled too, seeing her so happy. You knew she was getting close. And good.

The second you started to see her wobbling again, emotionally as well as physically, you finally fuck her just as she wanted. Like your poor birdie really needed.

Robin’s loud when you finally fuck her. Her hands go straight for the first part of you she can grab, digging into your arms as her head arches back, and she moans high and loud. Letting her whole body thrust with the way you finally start fucking the toy past her dripping walls, fast and over and over and over and over and over again. She was gushing slick now, nails deep in you.

“Cum baby. You can cum whenever you need to Robbie. My good girl. Fuck.” You tell her, if she’s even able to hear you at that point. You want to gush about how fucking pretty she looks, how you want to eat her up, as her back lifts and her legs shake only just able to wrap around you, and how her eyes scrunch along with her freckled face, while her red lips go into that pretty ‘o’ shape while she’s only able to moan from deep inside.

Robin’s hips ride out her orgasm as you fuck her at the same speed. Loud groans spilling from her lips, as she finally cums, squirting over your own thighs, as well as dripping down hers. Lasting for a couple of seconds as you moan her name highly, fucking into her deeper, and getting her breathy but still just as yelled out moans in return, as she finishes cumming all over the both of you.

The second she stopped squirting, Robin’s hips fell straight into the bed, quick and over. A finally strangled moan leaving her, before pants quickly took over. Her hand falling to her heated chest, as her body kept rolling in pleasure.

You took the liberty of pulling out the last inch, since Robin had managed to do most of it after cumming, before she collapsed for the last time, taking off your strap just as quickly, as you reach up to rub Robin’s shoulders.

She’s panting into the bed, cum still pooled beneath her lap, and splattered on her thighs and cunt, her naked chest rising and falling hard. She can’t open her eyes, while she’s facing the ceiling. Body occasionally spasming with her aftershocks. So sensitive, but finally having reached that high, that felt so good after so long.

All that time, you’re quickly moving to Robin’s side. “You are such a good girl for me.” You praise genuinely, coming to lay down beside her, and taking Robin into your arms. Smiling as she immediately turns into your chest, faster than you thought her body would even be able to work. But you can’t underestimate Robin when she needs you.

She buries her head just under your neck, still shaking, but screwed eyes managing to relax a little, as her breathing slows, calming against your body warmth, against your skin, against you. She finally has you now, just like she wanted, and she knows you aren’t going anywhere.

You snuggle your head into the top of hers, surrounding her with you, her shakes finally stopping, as you smile into her hair, mouth already forming the words, when she’s finally able to blink open her eyes up at you. “I love you.”

#readmore line immediate bc smut is IMMEDIATE I had to make that line a separate para for it to look good lol #Robin Buckley/reader #citrussy #Robin Buckley #Robin Buckley x reader #Robin Buckley drabble #stranger things #ask #anon #1.6k

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gilligould · 2 years

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drysaladandketchup · 2 months

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for the "things you said" writing meme -- matthew/leon, 12 :)

Thank you for the request <3 I realised very quickly I have no idea what constitutes a 'mini' fic. I struggle to write 'mini' anything lol. Hopefully this still satisfies :)

12. things you said when you thought i was asleep

It takes all of Matthew's willpower not to reach over and smash his phone just to shut up the alarm. All that saves his wallet and an awkward trip to the Apple store is the split-second realisation that the shrieking in his ear isn't his usual alarm.

It's a ringtone. Not his own, either.

He pries his eyes open to find the world through the window is still dark. One of the balcony doors is still ajar, letting in a cool night breeze. He's lying on his side in his own bed, the end of the all-star weekend memorialized by several aches and bruises.

His hips and ass are a little sore too, but that's unrelated. Technically.

The ringing stops. Someone huffs behind him.

Someone. Yeah, no, Matthew knows who it is. They may have met up at the bar once the media was done swarming, but Matthew was far from drunk. Painfully sober, in fact. If he's being honest with himself, he was hoping things would turn out this way.

One more time. One more moment. Because it's been a long time since they were them. Longer still since the sex was just sex, since hate became want. Matthew is strong in a lot of ways, but not against this.

"Davo." Leon's voice is low, and still gruff from sleep when he answers his phone. He sits up on his side of the bed, trying not to disturb Matthew, pulling the covers back up over Matthew's shoulder like he thinks he'll freeze to death in this balmy Florida winter.

Usually Matthew's a heavy sleeper. But never when Leon's around. He makes it impossible for Matthew to completely relax, to let time slip by. Leon's just too big of a presence, almost too much to bear. It was more important that everything linger, to bask in the strange comfort of their relationship, whatever it was. They had so little time. Even less, now.

"I know it's late. No, no, I'm not at the hotel. I'm... I'm with Tkachuk."

Leon says his last name like it's wrong, like it's rotting on his tongue.

When he corrects himself, says, "Matthew", it's better, lighter. Like it's ambrosia.

Matthew remembers when Leon Draisaitl saying his name wouldn't have meant a damn thing to him. When that simple act didn't fill him with fondness.

In the silence, Matthew can hear McDavid talking on the other end, but can't quite make out what he's saying. Matthew tucks up under the duvet, breathing quiet and even, trying to focus instead on the distant sound of waves and the ticking clock on his wall.

Ticking. Always ticking. Time bleeds out when they're together.

He doesn't even remember falling asleep last night, but he wishes he hadn't now. He wishes he'd stayed awake longer, just to... just too see him. To look Leon in the eye, to talk about everything and nothing until dawn, to feel big, too-warm hands on his body more and more and more. He wants to make sure he'll remember how Leon feels, sounds, tastes.

"Connor," Leon says, a warning, followed by a sigh. "I know. I know, okay? It was stupid, but..."

Maybe it was. Matthew has a good thing here in Florida. Better than ever. He was happy to leave Alberta behind and start over. So why did leaving make him feel like a coward?

Because leaving was about Calgary, and the Flames. About his career and his future. It wasn't about Leon. Leon was the wrench in the gears; the one thing he didn't expect to have to say goodbye to, the kind of hurt he never could have accounted for.

"I needed to see him." Leon sounds helpless. He's not the only one.

The only time he's heard Leon so lost was after his team was knocked out of the playoffs last season. The Oilers meant nothing--Matthew was pretty fucking glad considering they'd beat out the Flames--but he never wanted to hear Leon like that again.

He definitely never wanted to be the cause of it. Not like this.

Leon is still mumbling into his phone. "Yeah, I'm fine. He's... we're good. He's happy."

A hand settles on Matthew's head. Fingers play with his curls, nails scratch his scalp. A thumb presses just behind Matthew's ear, stroking the soft skin where only hours before Leon had put his lips, whispering sweetness and filth in equal measure.

It takes everything for Matthew not to groan, to whimper and surrender, roll over and climb on top of Leon and take all over again. Beg him to take something--everything--from Matthew.

"I don't know," Leon says then.

It's easy to guess what McDavid asked.

He's happy. But are you?

"I can't even tell him I still love him."

Still. Matthew didn't even know there was a before, let alone a still. Leon never said anything. Fuck, if Matthew wasn't busy trying to remember how to breathe, he'd roll over and punch him.

Then again, what did Matthew ever say? They never talked about it. Never let those closet hook-ups and slipping out back doors and little drinks and dinners and overnights excused as practical necessity be anything more than that. A bunch of chirps and half-truths and aborted discussions because it was all becoming too much. There was too much uncertainty. Too many ways it could go wrong.

It did go wrong. It became something. It became real.

Maybe that would have changed something. Maybe it wouldn't have changed anything at all. It doesn't matter now. Matthew left, and neither of them said a word about things like love, because it was easier to hope it would shrivel and die with distance and time.

"I know I'm being stupid." Leon pauses when McDavid interrupts, then huffs. "No, I am. Fuck, I really thought I'd get over it. Maybe I will. Eventually."

Don't you fucking dare, you piece of shit, Matthew wants to scream.

"Not sure I can, though." Leon swallows so loud Matthew can hear it. Then quieter, like he's not sure he's even allowed to admit it, he says, "I don't really want to."

He's still playing with Matthew's hair, occasionally dragging a finger over his bare shoulder or down his back, tracing imaginary lines across Matthew's flesh. Like he's something to be memorized and cherished.

They're both so fucking stupid. Matthew bites his lip and tries not to choke on the lump in his throat. Could be his heart, climbing right up and out of his mouth. He clings to the sheets with shaking hands.

"I'm not going to fuck up what he's got here," Leon says tiredly, voice thick with tension and pathetic resignation.

Leon's not here to drag him back. He wouldn't do that. So why is he here? Just to torture them both? Being with him doesn't feel like torture. It feels like winning. It feels like defiance and decadence and too much and not enough. It feels like what could have been and what could still be.

He didn't find Leon at that bar and bring him home out of pity, or nostalgia, one last fuck for old times sake. It was... it just was. Not an ending. Not some final goodbye. Proof maybe there could still be something. Getting over it was never an option, Matthew knew that well before he stepped onto the ice as a Panther and found himself staring Leon down all over again.

Matthew's vision is blurring. His eyes sting, warm and wet. There's blood pounding in his ears, and a hand clutching his heart, a vice around his lungs. He hardly remembers how to breathe.

He doesn't catch the rest of Leon's conversation, except something about meeting Connor back at the hotel tomorrow. Meaning he's staying the night, at least. He's staying.

When Leon hangs up the phone, Matthew finally comes up for air. He relaxes his shoulders, listening to the soft thump as Leon taps his phone against his forehead over and over. Then it clatters on the side table. Leon sighs, sniffs, and sinks back under the covers. He tucks right up against Matthew's back, still burning like a furnace, soft muscle and skin brushing Matthew's spine in all the right ways.

He throws an arm around Matthew and finds one of his hands, worming his fingers through the gaps to hold it. His palm is sweaty, not that it matters at all to Matthew. He can't help squeezing Leon's hand a little, but if Leon notices, he doesn't say a word.

Not until he's wrapped tight around Matthew, near suffocating, like any part of them that isn't touching is a sin.

"Love you," Leon mumbles, barely more than a whisper, pressing his lips right to the base of Matthew's neck. Matthew's body can't seem to decide whether to shiver or melt under the heat.

Leon says it like it's inevitable. Painful. Pitiful.

What he's saying is, I'm sorry I love you. I'm sorry I couldn't say it before. I'm sorry I don't know how to say it now. I'm sorry it's too late, it's the wrong place, the wrong time.

Like he doesn't think Matthew could ever understand. And that's the worst part of it all. They're still not on the same page. Tearing down what they never built.

If Leon's only brave enough to say it when Matthew's asleep, then Matthew will just have to be brave enough to say it in the light of day. He doesn't run, and he won't now that he knows he doesn't have to.

He stares into the night outside his window, listening to Leon breathe, feeling his heart beat through Matthew's chest like that's where it longs to be.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow maybe they can stop chasing time long enough to make the most of what they have. To make up for what they've wasted. And whatever happens after, well, maybe they can stop being afraid of that, too.

#hockey #mattdrai #matthew tkachuk #leon draisaitl #my writing #asks #i can take any prompt and shove angst into it just watch me #'mutual pining dumbasses who can't communicate' my beloved trope #i hope it's obvious this is happening during/right after the 2023 asg #i know 2020 was the sacred texts but I feel like we don't use 2023 for mattdrai purposes enough #poor connor always suffering through mattdrai bullshit #leon has a scrapbook full of pictures of matthew and will be like 'remember when my bf left me ;_;' and connor wants to jump off a bridge #'mini' fic they said. i don't think 1.6k is mini. it got away from me. but i have never been concise in my life why start now

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