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sweetteainthesummerx · 7 months ago

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⋆·˚ ༘ * oh, my, my, my ⋆·˚ ༘ *

nhl masterlist !

pairings: quinn hughes x childhood friend!reader, jack hughes x platonic best friend!reader, quinn x artist!reader

warnings: angst and comfort, fluff

summary: you and quinn throughout the years, and how you fall in love <3

song: mary's song (oh my my my) by taylor swift

word count: 4.4 k

notes: I love lake quinn sm :)

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our daddies used to joke about the two of us, growing up and falling in love, our mamas smiled, and rolled their eyes

"oh, she's so tiny!" ellen cooes, cradling the little bundle of pink, "and she has your eyes, birdie."

your mother smiles at the nickname her college friend had given her freshman year, when a bird had pooped on her head during a girl's night out.

it stuck (literally), and almost 10 years later, as her best friend holds her babygirl, she's reminded of everything they'd been through together.

"congrats, man. the first girl in the family!" jim slaps your dad on the shoulder, the two men smiling at their wives.

"oh, she's just precious." you yawn, and all of the adults are reduced to an awwing mess.

quinn toddles over, chubby toddler legs still unsure. he lands on his butt half a foot away from ellen, who lifts him up with the hand that wasn't holding you.

"look, quinny."

quinn reaches out a finger towards you, and jim is about to chide him when your tiny little fist locks around it. his wide eyes widen even more. you gurgle happily at him, and for the first time in a while, he goes completely still, enraptured by the baby in front of him.

"oh." your father whispers.

"well, that's your son-in-law now," jim laughs.

"hey, don't count out jack! they're closer in age, after all."

your mom rolls her eyes, as ellen snorts, "let's not pre-write our kid's futures before they're five, please."

..••°°°°••....••°°°°••..

i was seven and you were nine, i looked at you like the stars that shine

"y'know, birdie," ellen starts, "the boys might be right."

"no, they cannot eat four pb and j's and then go to the carnival-"

"no, not the little ones!", ellen laughs, "our husbands. they might be right."

"oh, that? the whole son-in-law thing?" your mom grins, as she watches luke chase after you with a worm.

the two women are silent and thoughtful as you - screaming at the top of your lungs - duck behind quinn, who sternly tells off his little brother. your sticky hands lace with his, naturally, albeit a bit awkward the way only kids can be.

you absolutely adore quinn. he's your protector, the one you turn to more often than not. jack is your best friend, and you remind her of that often. luke is your baby brother, the one you coddle and fuss over.

and the boys adore you just as much; jack plays pirates with you all day, Luke follows you like a puppy, and quinn...

he's staked a claim on you that makes your mom laugh, but worry a little when your older and you inevitably find someone who isn't him.

it never occurred to her that he might be the one.

"oh my god." your mom says as your dad walks in with jim.

"ha! see? I know I put money on my son for good reason." jim says gleefully, and quickly pipes down at ellen's dirty look.

"jack is also your son, man." your dad shakes his head.

"seriously? you guys made bets on the future love lives of your prepubescent kids?"

"birdie, it's just a joke!"

he eats his words as quinn leads you through the door. you're in tears, a nasty scrape on your knee. he's got your hand cradled in his.

ellen and your mom fawn over it, how brave you were, but all you could remember is how quinn held your hand the whole time.

..••°°°°••....••°°°°••..

take me back when our world was one block wide, i dared you to kiss me and ran when you tried

when you're ten, you almost have your first kiss.

you're going through a phase, really, when all you would wear were your overall jean shorts, a big t-shirt and your red converses. you have little pen drawings all over your shoes and shorts.

now, when you look at the photos from back then, you cringe a little at how lanky and young you look.

you're with the boys at one of the neighbouring lake houses, a couple of other girls and a few guys too.

everyone there lived on the same block, so it was odd that you hadn't all hung out together before.

quinn can tell you're uncomfortable around the other guys, who are loud and frankly very obnoxious. even his 12-year-old self can tell.

he tells you that you can all leave and go get ice cream near the boardwalk, but you refuse. you're 10 already, you can handle a few new strangers.

somehow, spin the bottle is brought up and you find yourself sitting cross-legged as one of the older girls - who's kind and much more grown than you - tellsdyou how to spin the bottle.

your hands shake and the backs of your knees are slick with sweat, but you spin anyways. you want to seem cool and older too.

you watch the root beer bottled patter as it turns, the ting, ting sound dissonant with your thumping heart.

it lands on quinn.

your quinn who knows all of the words to the spider man movies, who gives the last popsicle to you and lets you tuck your feet under his thighs when you get cold.

this is a disaster, you think, because you don't know how to kiss! are you supposed to use your tongue? you almost gag at the thought.

quinn can see your very apparent panic, and the only thing on his mind was to make it of away.

he wants to hold your hand, but when you turned nine you had decided that boys had cooties, so you refused to touch him or his brothers.

"...we don't have to," he offers, scratching his neck. one of the boys boo, and you flush.

you shook your head, "i want to."

he smiles, shy and boyish and your heart goes into overdrive.

his face matches yours in colour as he scoots forward awkwardly, cupping your face the way he'd seen his dad do to his mom.

as he leans forward, you burst into tears. if you kiss him, and he's disgusted by your kissing skills - or lack thereof - he wouldn't be your quinn anymore.

you run out embarrassed, leaving quinn's hand outstretched and the older girl from earlier confused and worried.

you think that you had ruined it all, but later that night when quinn offers to take you to get ice cream and lets you get two scoops, you know nothing can tear the two of you apart.

..••°°°°••....••°°°°••..

take me back to the creek beds we turned up, two A.M. riding in your truck and all I need is you next to me

the year quinn turned 16, he gets his boating and drivers license.

when the first real day of summer - he doesn't count the days until he sees you and the lake house again - starts and he finds you making eggs and bacon in the kitchen, he gives you an offer.

"hey, chickie." he tugs playfully at the string of your apron. jim had given you that nickname because of your mom's. chickie, like a baby bird. jack liked to call you chicklet, and Luke followed suit.

the adults think you've outgrown that name, and only call you chickie sporadically.

it's become special for you and quinn, sacred even,

"hi, quinny." you answer in the same tone, swatting him with the spatula in your hand.

"give me a piece of bacon and i'll take you out onto the water. i'll even let you drive a bit when we're far out." he murmurs as you turn the stove off.

"really?" you squeal, and he winces jokingly.

"yes, yes! finally!" you throw yourself at him, letting the older boy catch you around the waist. he grins into your hair, his cheek muscles unused by the seasons without you.

"okay, kid. pipe down. where's my bacon?" he grumbles, but he smiles when you turn around to fix him a whole plate.

you forget in all of your excitement that he doesn't even like bacon.

it's pathetic, really, but he missed you. he still does even though you're less than a foot away from him, salting your scrambled eggs.

he finishes his food faster than you do, and leaves to set up the boat with your promises that you would hurry.

he's excited; he hasn't seen you since christmas, and then, he had to share you with jack and luke and his parents too.

that year, you and jack had become decidedly closer, and quinn knows he has to establish that boat time was for you and him only.

so when jack and luke both follow you onto the boat, whooping and screaming, he's pissed.

and on top of that, he has to drive the boat while you and jack banter and threaten to shove each other off of the moving vessel.

it wasn't fair: you're his person. you guys did gas station runs together, you always looked at him with sad puppy eyes when you were cold.

he'd always grumbled and give you his sweatshirt when you refused to bring a jacket and ended up shivering. you always begged to braid his hair when the sun was at it's highest and there was nothing to do.

so yeah, excuse him if he was mad that your time together was interrupted by jack and luke of all people.

so when you walk up to him, hair messy and wearing nothing but your bathing suit and one of his old hockey jerseys, he tries his best to ignore you.

"quinny!" you exclaim, nudging his shoulder, and once more when he doesn't answer.

he glances quickly at you, but one look is enough to make his chest squeeze in that way that it started to do since last summer.

you had always been beautiful, but you were starting to be seriously gorgeous.

your hair is windblown, skin tanned and freckled with eyes bright from the sheer novelty of it being summer again.

you'd started to fill out more; the tiny bikinis you - and he - loved made something hot tug in his lower stomach.

tucking your hand into the crook of his elbow in the way that always makes him soften like butter, "I thought you were gonna let me drive!"

"ask jack to teach you," he snarks, and regrets it immediately at the hurt on your face.

his chest tightens, like someone has taken the hurt on your features and shoved it between his rib cage so he couldn't breathe.

the two of you don't talk for the rest of the day.

quinn feels like an asshole, and he really doesn't like how you refuse to sit in your normal spot next to him during movie night, instead opting to tuck yourself between the edge of the couch and luke.

and the salt on the wound was when you don't laugh at the stupid jokes he makes for you, especially.

his mom asks him what he had done when he goes to get more popcorn in the kitchen.

"what? why did you automatically assume I didn't something?" he asked, offended.

"because, that girl sticks to you like a magnet," ellen smooths his temple, "and because no one makes you smile and talk like she does. you've been silent all day."

the next night, he shows up at the door of your room in the lake house your two families shared.

he knocks, and pokes his head in, "chickie?

you're at your table, drawing again like you always were.

he keeps the little sketch of him you made last summer in his wallet, tucked under the picture of all of the hughes boys and you.

you ignore him, and he flops on your bed. the floral sheets your mom bought when you were 11 smells like you. he tries not to be creepy and inhale - at least too noticeably.

"gas station run?" he asks.

you finally spare him a glance, "quinny, it's past one o'clock, and it'll take at least 20 minuted to get there."

"please? I really want chips."

you sigh, ever the martyr, and agree. neither of you mention how the hughes stock up enough snacks to last at least 2 months the beginning of every summer.

the battle of who cracks first kept on, until finally, on the way back from the gas station, quinn sighs, "I'm sorry.

you frown, clearly not impressed, "I don't even know why you're sorry."

"god, this is embarrassing-"

"quintin, i swear-"

"i wanted the boat ride to be just us two!" he exclaims loudly.

there was a beat of silence, only the chirp of crickets that crept in the tall grass you could hear through the open windows of jim's truck.

the light on the radio shined, 1:59 AM.

"what?" you ask, a little confused and very much flustered.

"i missed you, chickie, and jack is always monopolizing your time! you're my person and-"

"are you jealous?"

"what?"

"oh my god, you are! you're jealous!"

"no!" he splutters, grateful that it's pitch black outside, because he can feel his ears heating up.

you laugh, tugging at one of his curls, as he grumbles something about not letting you eat any of his salt and vinegar chips.

"quinny?" you ask a little while later, when he's pulling back into the drive way, "y'know that you're my person too, right?"

you look soft and sleepy, under the light of the car, in one of his hoodies and sleep shorts.

he swears he turns into liquid in the drivers seat.

..••°°°°••....••°°°°••..

well, i was sixteen when suddenly, i wasn't that little girl you used to see

"I wouldn't worry about that, chicklet." jack throws his arm around you, and you roll your eyes at the many girls starting to glare at you.

"I don't know what you're talking about." except you do.

there's a girl flirting with quinn, and she's pretty. she's got tattoos on her arms, and she's tall, almost tall at him.

you take a break from the self-deprecating comparison between yourself and her to admire quinn for one second.

he's gotten so tall and broad, all the signs of boyhood gone, except when he smiles that special smile for you. the one when his eyes get all squinty and he bares all of his pretty teeth.

your heart twists, because he hasn't smiled at you like that all summer.

you don't know what you did wrong. maybe he's outgrowing you. he'll be a college man next fall, and you're still in high school.

he's got the whole world in front of him, and well, you couldn't blame him if he didn't want to settle for you.

you realize your feelings for him the beginning of the summer.

or you uncover them, because if you're honest, they've always been there.

and right now, you're wearing your heart on your sleeve, because he looks so handsome in a tight black t-shirt and shorts, a backwards cap on his curls.

his biceps look huge, and between the teenage hormones and the two shots in your system, you want to climb him like a tree.

the more romantic side of you wished you had your charcoal and parchment, so you can copy down his likeness for when your old and greying and you can't remember how he looks illuminated by the moon and bonfire.

"yeah, sure. you're clueless." jack snorts, and he makes his way to the drink table at the party you're at.

you pass by Luke, who's preoccupied by a girl way too old for him, and go sit closer to the fire.

you're mad.

you're mad because you've dressed up real cute, in a tiny black tube top and denim shorts.

you're mad because your hair is curled the way quinn likes it.

you know that for a fact because every time it looks like that, he comes up behind you to wind his fingers through a strand. it was a hassle, and he won't even look at you.

"what's a pretty girl like you doing alone?"

it's a boy with mussed, brown hair and a nice smile.

he's cute. peter, or pierre, he introduces himself. he reminds you a bit of the boyfriend you had first semester of sophomore year.

you've had boyfriends, and quinn has had his relationships, but summer was sacred.

that's why you felt ill when you flirted with him, not because quinn was a mere 20 feet away, starting to glance over and frown.

quinn has always been a jealous motherfucker; you'd give it 5 minutes before he comes over.

you try not to gloat when he comes over in 2.

"hey, chickie. time to go." he tells you, taking you cup and winding an arm around your waist.

you roll your eyes, pushing him off, "no, I'm good here,"

quinn crosses his arms and puffs out his chest, biceps flexing in front of you.

the boy smiles - you've already forgotten his name, something p - and shrugs at quinn.

he's mad now, you can tell, but you wrap you're fingers around the other boy's elbow to egg him on.

"oh, for- that's it. c'mon."

suddenly, your feet are swept out from under you, and you're thrown over his shoulder.

you frown, realizing that you're in the air.

"hey!" you protest weakly as people turn to look at you. quinn continues his trudge all the way to where he's parked his dad's truck and dumps you on the hood like you weigh nothing.

"what are you doing?" he asks, eyes dark, "that guy is no good-"

"no! what are you doing?" all of your frustration pools in your throat, and embarrassing tears are starting to prick at your eyes.

"you won't even look at me all summer, you're flirting with some girl and you get mad at me? you're being such-"

he shakes his head, looking as exasperated as you feel.

"do you know how hard it is-" he breathes out shakily, "how difficult it is to control myself around you?"

"what?" you ask, heart beating in your ears, "what?"

"i have been in love with you since i was 12, chickie." his tone is begging, and so are his eyes.

he looks pained, and you want to relieve it so, so badly. but he still won't touch you. he's hovering away from you, like he has for the past month.

"i love you, and you see me nothing more than a brother, like how you see jack. and it hurts, here," he rubs the heel of his palm between his ribs, "to know that you'll never want me the same way."

"quinn-"

"no, let me talk. I've spent the past 6 years pining after you. I've tried to move on, but all...nothing compares to you. I want you so bad, chickie, but..." he turns from you, head in his hands.

now, if you weren't like 3 beers and 2 shots deep, you would realize that he can't really go anywhere because you're quite literally on the top of his car.

but drunk you is clearly a dumbass, because you think he's trying to leave. so you tell him what's actually on your mind.

"i love you!" you blurt out.

he turns slowly, "what?"

"i love you too. i thought you didn't want me because you're leaving for college, but i want you so bad, please-"

the next thing you know, he's between your legs, so warm and solid, pulling you in by your cheek like during that spin the bottle game 6 years ago.

you let him kiss you for real this time, you let him push up your shorts to feel more of your skin, you let him lick into your mouth.

he pulls away, and you whine, tugging him in again.

he laughs, which makes you laugh in turn, and you slide down the hood as you giggle. he catches you, because he always does.

"i love you." you tell him, and he flushes, nuzzling into your neck.

"say it again," he demands, just because he can.

"i love you, my quinny." you coo, and he wants to crawl into your skin and settle there forever.

"i love you too, chickie."

..••°°°°••....••°°°°••..

oh, my, my, my

"told you so." Jim tells the rest of the parents.

the four of them - the weirdos - are on the second floor, leaning on the bannister as you make breakfast with quinn.

well, you make breakfast and he's distracting you.

he's got his arms wrapped around your shoulders from the back, and the two of you waddle like a pair of penguins around the kitchen gathering ingredients for pancakes.

you're giggling, and he's got a half-smile on his face.

you look so happy together than ellen and your mom are ignoring jim's gloating.

they are even kind enough to ignore the exchange of money between the two men, after all, your dad had bet on jack and lost.

"i can't wait for their wedding."

"hold on, now!"

..••°°°°••....••°°°°••..

a few years had gone and come around, we were sitting at our favorite spot in town and you looked at me, got down on one knee

you're on Quinn's lap, content and warm. the two of you had gotten up to watch the sunrise, first day of the summer at the lake house.

it's nice to have everyone in one place again, the two of you coming from vancouver, the boys from new jersey.

the past couple of years had been hard; a year or two long distance, until you went to study architecture at UBC after quinn had been drafted.

this year, 24 and 22, you finally get some rest and the promise of settling down more.

quinn's captain, and you have a good job that lets you work remote and do what you love.

and more importantly, the two of you are always together.

"babe?" quinn asks, running a hand down your arms, "c'mon, let's go to the dock?"

you don't protest, just happy to be at your childhood lake house.

he leads you there, like he always does.

"pretty." you stare out at the water, orange and pink sky meeting in the still horizon.

"yeah." quinn gives you a smile, rare for anyone else.

but he has always smiled for you, and you greedily hoard them in your memories.

"got something to show you," he pulls his wallet out, the two pictures in the clear flaps catch your eye.

one is a polaroid of you and your boys. quinn is 15, jack is 14, you're 13 and luke is 11. all of you are lanky and awkward, wrapped around each other and grinning ear to ear.

the other is also a polaroid, taken by ellen a year or two ago, when all of your parents came to visit your Vancouver apartment.

quinn's arm is around your shoulders and you're clinging to his side, one hand curled around his waist and the other on his chest. you're smiling at the camera, and quinn is smiling at you.

"cute," you tell him, but he digs a finger into the little pocket.

"fuck," he swears when whatever he's looking for doesn't come out.

"here, let me," you offer. you retrieve a piece of thick parchment with your smaller hands.

it's a sketch of quinn you did when you were in your early teens.

it's not great, you have to admit. the lines aren't smooth like how you sketch now, but the ink and paper is in pristine condition.

"quinn...you kept this?" you ask softly, oddly emotional.

when you look at him, he has a weird look on his face. he scratches his neck.

you stare at each other for a moment, the familiarity of your love almost stifling in the cool morning air.

and then he drops down on one knee.

you start crying, immediately.

that sets him off, and the two of you are blubbering as he tries to get through the speech he wrote in his notes 7 months ago after he got the ring and you were in the shower.

he tells you he loves you, how he's never going to leave you, that you're going to build a life together, just like how you've done everything together since you were kids.

you believe him, because your quinn is nothing if not earnest and steady.

you let him slip the simple ring onto your finger, and he lifts you up into strong arms to kiss you.

you're so deliriously happy that your teeth clash with his in a smiling kiss.

your families cheers from the porch, and you laugh, watery and heart full.

jack runs up first, swinging you around and clapping his hand down on quinn's shoulder.

Luke kisses your cheek and hugs his older brother, as ellen and your mom hug you together.

jim wraps his arms around you, pressing his lips to your forehead, "thanks for helping me win the bet, chickie." you chuckle, reaching for your dad next.

..••°°°°••....••°°°°••..

take me back to the time when we walked down the aisle, our whole town came and our mamas cried, you said I do and I did too

the wedding takes place a year later, in a small winery near the house, because ellen and your mom refused to let you have the wedding on the dock.

this was your compromise, because it's a small affair.

your dad walks you down the aisle to quinn. you're smiling, like there's a hanger in your mouth because you're just so happy.

he cries when he sees you, and so do the other hughes boys.

you hear your mom and ellen, tears meeting shaky smiles on their faces.

your own college friend, your birdie, fixes your veil and holds your bouquet.

sweet promises are exchanged in your vows, and when you have your first kiss as mr. and mrs. hughes, all of your loved ones cheer.

quinn sweeps you off your feet and bridal carries you to a change room so you can switch into your reception dress.

he sees you later as jack, who volunteered to be the mc, announces you guys as mr. and mrs. hughes.

quinn's eyes are hot and dark as he sees your smooth skin under white lace, and whispers something into the shell of your ear that makes you pink.

you dance together, with his brothers and his dad, with your own too.

but the last dance is saved for the two of you.

"i can't wait to grow old with you, chickie." he whispers romantically.

"you'd make such a cute old man," you tell him, and he rolls his eyes.

you laugh, and so does he.

forever sounds real good to you.

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butchvampireheimerdinger · 16 days ago

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The Great War

A/N: So this was made in response to a request but it ended up blossoming into a full 2K word fic adjacent and I had to split it into two posts! Anyways, if you enjoy sexy and occasionally soft Sevika, dramatic arguments that result in comfort, and mob-wife vibes… enjoy!

Warnings: Not smut but mentions of sex and both characters are D O W N B A D.. A lot of cussing and mentions of violence.

Pairing: Butch!Sevika X Femme!Reader who is super outgoing and forward

🂱 So the two of you’ve met briefly around town, kinda running in the same circles. You notice her right away but you don’t actually talk until she shows up at work — The Last Drop.

🂱 You’re a server and your charisma, magnetism, and punchy/blunt sort of energy makes you well suited to hospitality. You’re the bubbly outgoing type of waitress who gets their table laughing and in a good spirits with ur contagious good vibes.

🂱 You beat the other waitress to claim Sevika’s table, and it’s on.

🂱 She would get a kick out of it — your shamelessness. She really likes the forward thing, timidity makes her roll her eyes. Life’s too short for playing hard to get! Plus, she’s an adult. And a literal revolutionary who quite literally does not have the time for all that.

🂱 Before you learn each others names you endearingly and lightheartedly call her “butchy,” or something like that. She calls you sweetheart.

🂱 You’d pour her beers on the house. You’d lean over the bar counter on ur elbows, making sure ur titties look good and perky. And if it was just the two of you, she would not hide her ogling.

🂱 It’d be a bit of a game to you two. Making the other person crack, being the first to back down/get all blushy. You’d be all flirty-flirty over the bar counter, she’d pull you into her lap during her card game. It’s like how straight guys play gay chicken. Except ur actually gay so it would just be chicken.

🂱 And she’s smoking indoors, as per us. You ask if you can have a hit. She shotguns it into ur mouth and you blow it upward, once again drawing attention to your décolletage, to the girls hehe

🂱 Eventually she just asks you straight up if you wanna spend the night. Maybe you take her up on it, maybe you don’t. Either way, she’s not the fuckboy (fuckbutch?) hit it n quit it type. She’s an adult woman with emotional intelligence and communication skills goddammit and she’s gonna ask you to dinner.

🂱 Takes u to the fanciest place in the undercity, orders everything on the menu trying to flex her wallet and impress u. Whether or not u ask for it she gets you one of those weird rich people desserts where they make part of the preparation an “experience.” like they pour hot liquid over a hollow chocolate shell and it cracks open and reveals a little cake inside. Or something involving a blowtorch.

🂱 Anyways this whole time ur just rubbing ur lil high heeled foot up her pant leg under the table and twirling ur hair, touching her arm, etc. Naughty girl — she mock-scolds you telepathically with a dommy little eyebrow raise thing.

“Here? Now? I pull out all the stops to give you a magical evening and you already wanna leave and bang it out. That’s real classy, sweetheart.”

🂱 You’re both rather bold and upfront, obviously. Strong personalities, fire sign energy — which means you butt heads often. Your relationship is super intense and fiery so every day is like a soap opera, or like The Real Mob Wives of Staten Island in levels of drama.

“Why the hell didn’t you come home last night? And why did i have to find out from Vivi that she saw you cracking skulls in a fishing boat by the pier?”

“Babygirl I told you I was taking care of business. Sweetheart, uprisings don’t happen overnight, it’s all about biding time and strategically applying political pressure in Topside-”

“Jesus, Mary, and the goddamn camels you and your strategic goddamn pressure. I’ll tell you I’ve fucking had it with you and your fucking pressure. You wanna make me look like an idiot? When me and my girlfriends are sitting drinking mimosas for brunch at Jarrod's and they ask me ‘Y/N where’s that woman of yours?’ And i have to look them in the eyes and say “Clint Eastwood was unable to join us as she had a prior engagement strategically applying pressure. To the back of enforcers’ skulls. With a fucking baseball bat. Like a common thug. Mind you, I’m a classy lady all by my lonesome on a Sunday fucking morning-"

“Classy lady I’ll fucking say. You’d think I plan on growing old with Mrs. Fucking Vanderbilt, the way you want to buy ten thousand pairs of red high heels-“

“Omg babe you wanna grow old with me?”

“-that all look exactly the fucking same, by the way. ‘Burnt orange’ and ‘vermillion’ and ‘chartreuse’ or whatever the fuck — You know it’s just fucking red.

“Chartreuse is green, since you wanna be a smartass,”

“Don’t gaslight me, woman. Where do you even plan on wearing those? We live in an oversized sewer pipe. Not the magical land of Oz. I told you who i was when you met me. I told you this is what I do. And you better get used to it if you wanna keep charging my card at every boutique within a ten mile radius,”

“Or what? Gonna give me the spiel again, talk me to death about the uprising and the political elites and the our time is imminent, y/n. Gonna threaten me like you do your little fishing buddies? Gonna apply me some strategic fucking pressure?”

“That’s enough.” Sevika hissed, scary calm. She kicks the pantry door shut and whips around, pointing at you with her cigarette. “I’ve had enough of this shit. You’re done, Missy.”

“Beg pardon? I’ll decide when I’m done, thank you very much. You’ve got some nerve telling me when to speak when I can’t even reach you half the time. I had to track down your little boss the other day — brought him a lovely casserole — and ask if he could pass on a message for me! ‘Excuse me Mr. Scaryman Eye of Zaun, sir, could you possibly ask Zorro if she might head home as soon as she’s done busting kneecaps? And to arrive in a clean shirt, as my parents are in town and they prefer to greet their daughter-in-law when she’s not covered in someone’s intravenous blood. Thank you kindly.’”

“You showed up at work? Wait- you talked to Silco? Babe I told you to stay the fuck away from there!”

“Please. He may be the kingpin of the city or whatever, but I make a gorgeous quiche. Trust me, babe. Once he tastes my cooking, I am henceforth immune to whatever machiavellian basement torture chamber you brutes probably use as your break room.”

🂱 Sorry guys, got a little carried away there. Point is, one minute you’re screaming at each other and dramatically slamming doors and throwing shit, the next you’re fucking on the kitchen floor like the world’s about to end. You guys basically co-authored the book on how to be an absolute nightmare of an upstairs neighbor. The entire building feels the floor shaking and no one knows if the screaming is just you guys having a little too much fun for 2pm on a Tuesday, or if they’re gonna see this on the news tomorrow.

🂱 Kidding! At the end of the day, trust and loyalty are the foundations of your relationship. You love each other wildly, deeply, and passionately.

🂱 Sevika has a strict no going to bed angry policy. If you’d gotten into it that evening you might give her the cold shoulder, curl up facing away from her in the quiet moments before bed. She’s reading by the lantern on the bedside table — an upcycled barstool the two of you stole from your old job at The Last Drop one evening when you were in a particularly silly mood.

🂱 She catches your gaze a couple times as you stare over your shoulder to see if she’s paying attention to you, and then you immediately turn and go back to ignoring her. She takes off her reading glasses, tosses her book onto the bed, and rolls over to you, wrapping her arm around you from the back.

“Hey baby?” She kisses your shoulder and the back of your head since you still won’t look at her, and she continues. “Love of my life? Light of my world? Keeper of my soul and partner in crime through the sea of trials we call the fucked-up game of life?” You turn slightly to give her a glaring side eye.

“…What do you want.”

“Still mad at me, babygirl?”

“Not at all. Why on earth would I be mad?”

“I’m sorryyy,” she draws it out, cooing at you all soft and sing-songy. If the ne’erdowells who often got their asses handed to them by her and her little team could see this Sevika, they’d think they lost their mind. Hell, if any punk on the street could see this Sevika they’d think they lost their mind. It made your knees weak the way she undid herself and softened for you. For only you. You fought the smile forming and she continued murmuring against your skin.

“It’s all this bullshit at work Silco’s got me taking care of. I’m neglecting my little lady, I’m stretched so thin. It’s too much…”

“Too much…?” You echo. “Talk to me, love. Silco’s not letting you catch a breather?”

She grunts in affirmation against your shoulder: “Mm-hrmm”

“Does my baby have the whooole wide world on her poor, tired, buff, strong, sexy shoulders-EEK!” She gleefully flips you over to face her, making you cackle. You’ve been disarmed. At her mercy. You always were.

She leans forward to bonk her forehead against yours.

“Glad someone in this cruel world finally understands me and my line of work,” she says, half-joking.

“No one understands the importance of your job better than me, babe.” You continue, at this point unable to remove the sarcasm from your tone even if you tried. She nuzzles into the crook of your shoulder facedown, head supported by the cushiness of your tit. You weave your fingers in her hair.

“The honorable burden of great duty… The unfathomable smothering of moral obligation, even. One might describe it as an immensely… strategic pressure-”

“-For FUCK’s SAKE”

“You have worker’s rights, you know! Demand an hour off — paid — in your underground torture chamber-breakroom. You’re entitled to relax and sip coffee as you watch the bodies hit the floor, goddammit!”

Feigning exasperation, Sev dramatically collapses backward starfish-style on the old-ass creaky-ass decrepit-ass daddy longlegs convention of a double bed the two of you share; in a shithole apartment, in a shady-ass neighborhood, in a collapsing city. That’s how it was between the two of you. Underneath it all, she trusts that you’ll always be there to kiss her wounds, to make sure her collar is straight and there’s no shmutz on her face. You trust that at the end of the day, it’s you she’s coming home to.

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junnmoon · 11 months ago

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mlb group chat???

pov ur besties with the miraculous characters.

(maripoo=marinette ,awlyeah=alya, speakup=adrien, lukipoo=luka, ninaur=nino, and y/n)

cunty little babies 👶

*maripoo created a chat*

*maripoo added adrien.a, alya.c, y/n, luka.c, nino.l*

maripoo: hello every nyan

maripoo: plz rename urselfs i can’t take it.

awlyeah: finally a gc

ninaur: frl

lukipoo: hey??

speakup: i didn’t name myself this.

speakup: y/n come out of hiding ik it was you.

y/n: oh..erm….haii :3

awlyeah: i was gonna say let’s get food again but mari doesn’t love us anymore so she won’t come

ninaur: tbh when we was at dennys she was throating them waffles like a mf

maripoo: CAN U QUIT IT??

y/n: mari where is adrien rn i have

to give him my notes

speakup: why are you asking her and not me

maripoo: well it’s almost 3 so he’s probably in the car right now otw to fencing practice with kagami then they go out to eat afterwards so he should be free at like 4:30ish- oh. yeah maybe ask him..

ninaur: jaw dropped

awlyeah: mari you’re terrifying.

speakup: ..i think it’s kinda comforting idk

y/n: oh yeah y’all both fucked up mentally

maripoo: ANYWAYS!! what r u going to give him y/n..

y/n: …why is ur aura threatening rn

maripoo: 😆

y/n:does anyone wanna get lunch w me😣

awlyeah: I WOULD but me and nino r going out as we speak

y/n: sighhh. wake up and break up

lukipoo: i wanna get lunch with you

y/n: YAYY

speakup:wake up and break up u said?

y/n: shut

maripoo: juleka js texted me asking if we wanna sleepover tonight😝

awlyeah: yassss

y/n: WHY is viperion so fine omg

maripoo: this is the wrong gc i’m afraid.

y/n: ….oh

lukipoo: ??

awlyeah: speak ur truth n/n

y/n: ykw i WILL cs chat noir fine as shit too

speakup: ????

maripoo: CHAT NOIR??? EW TAKE IT BACK

y/n: FYM????

maripoo: NO WAY U LIKE CHAT NOIR

y/n: ermm ofc i do.. hes tewwww fine

maripoo: have you ever met him.

y/n: I HAVE! he took me up to a rooftop when

there was an akuma alert

speakup: what was he like

y/n: he’s so babygirl

y/n: OH I MET VIPERION TOO lord…i luv me

the emos

awlyeah: i remeber u simultaneously telling me about cat noir and viperion for 7 hours non stop

y/n: THEYRE SOOOOOO

maripoo: still can’t fathom the chat noir hype

y/n: do u want me to break down 4 u damn

maripoo: yes bruh

speakup: not a fan of cat noir mari?

maripoo: not my type.

lukipoo: interesting

y/n: i luv kitty noir BUT…..viperion is my

boyfie i fear.. :/ (mad at chat for flirting

w lb on tv)

lukipoo: yeah?

awlyeah: yeah you tell him y/n !!!

maripoo: YEHA BOOOOOO CAT NOIR BOOO

ninaur: BOOOO🍅

speakup: but guys

y/n: SHUT UP BROKE BOY

y/n: BOOOOO CAT NOIR👎

speakup: broke boy is crazy.

thanks for reading tbh. i’m obviously very new to this LMFAOOO but there will be a part 2 bc these r fun to write.

#miraculous ladybug #mlb #mlb x reader #miraculous x reader #cat noir #ml ladybug #crack fic #chat fic #funny #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng

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sophvilla · 9 months ago

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The more I breath, the more I love you °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*

>>>Pairing: Gf!femreader x Bf!Soobin

>>>Content : When your boyfriend Soobin is busy & stressed preparing for the groups upcoming comeback, you plan a whole evening for him to relax and please him

>>> warning : Smut 18+ , smau + written , Fluff, cumming inside, oral ( f. Receiving) nipple sucking , pussy eating, Unprotected sex, overstimulation, petname used ( princess, love , babygirl , pretty baby etc ) , creampie, breeding kink, bulge kink , tooth rotting.

Feeling your Cheeks heat up from How Nervous and anxious you feel about this but you stay put to your plan. Your Boyfriend has been working for the past 3 Month for the Upcoming comeback the Group is having soon without any day off and He still manages to spend As much as free time he gets with you , Being the Perfect boyfriend to you

As you Recall how you feel Soft bunny Lips pecking your cheeks Every Morning and a squeaky Goodbye And Love You from him and how he much he apologises for not Being a good boyfriend to you when He’s doing more than enough for you .

So that’s when you Planned that you wanted to do something for him, You wanted him to know how much you Love Him and how proud you are of him because of his efforts.

Your Lashes Fluttered shut as you Sprinkle yourself in Your Favourite Perfume, Lavender With Warm Vanilla notes , something your Boyfriend couldn’t resist whenever you wore it. Your Heart soaring in Excitement at the thought of him Coming home anytime soon .

With your Hair softly curled sat on your shoulders Neatly , Pink Mary jane that your boyfriend bought you in a Perfect combination with your Babypink Silk Robe , Underneath that sat a beautiful white Lacey Piece of Lingerie that you absolutely Adored and You’re sure that your boyfriend would love it too And Your Freshly done Nails with white and pink design

So you Planned the Whole Evening for him to surprise Him Tonight. Give and show him what he Deserves to know that How much you Love Him and you’re incredibly proud of him .

You are Pulled from Your thought as You Here the familiar Beeps of the door lock, as you Excitedly make your way towards the living room to greet him

Entering the Apartment Soobin shared With his girlfriend , He didn’t expect you at the doorway by this time as you’re probably asleep by the time he’s home these days, But when he noticed your Arms All Open with your gorgeous smile Gracing your face he can’t help but chuckle while walking towards you only for him to pull you into a Tight and Secure Embrace .

Chuckling at you Sign of relief when he Kissed your Forehead as he breathes in your scent, snuggling to your neck to give it a soft peck only to pull back a little

As He kisses your lips slowly and softly with a smile on his Bunny Feature

“ Pretty you don’t know how much I missed this , Missed you “ He mumbles as he pulls away slightly to scan your face

Realisation Crosses his Features as he Takes in Your state

Soobin Didn’t notice what you were wearing because of the dark lights of the whole apartment

But you watch as his Jaw fall to the ground as his eyes roam over your Body , Taking in your Beautiful Godly Gracious Body Wrapped up in your Babypink Robe which leaves nothing to the Imagination, His darken Brown orbs Gawk at Your White Lace covered Breast that looks Flushed Against the Silk Fabric

His now darken eyes meets yours as a smirk take over his face as he walks slowly towards you saying

“Has My Baby Dolled up looking all pretty for me ? “

You unconsciously take steps back , taking a breath at the tension, Your gaze drops as you answer him

“ I wanted to surprise you “

“ Really? My Princess wanted to surprise me? That’s Very thoughtful of you, My Love “ while Caressing your Now red cheeks Affectionately

You Moan as Soobin Started to Leave a trail of soft kisses from your cheeks to your neck

Your Breath Hitches as you feel his Teeth nips a certain soft at your neck that causes you to moan sultry

“ Mhm- Binnie P-Please “

“ Please What ? , Princess “

“ I want you-u to--- “ you Gasp when his Hot mouth trails towards the Valley of your breast .

“ You want me to do what , Princess say it Loud and Clear “ He mumbles against your soft skin while leaving sloppy Kisses as his hands roams down from your waist to your hips , Giving your ass a tight squeeze, parting your thighs with his legs.

You’re in too much of heat for affection and sexual need that makes your mouth go dry , no words being able to come out, Just Heavy Breaths .

You let out a small squeak as Soobin’s hand reaches inside your robe , giving a light slap to thighs as his hands snakes towards your lacy panties .

You inhale a sharp breath as he starts to draw circles at the already wet spot on your panties right above your soaking cunt .

“ My baby is wet already ? , but I haven’t even started it yet ? “ Soobin chuckles lifting his head from you chest to look at your Red Face, full of pure Bliss from the stimulation caused by those large fingers, smiling as He Steals a kiss from you

“ Come on baby say it , Say It to me and I’ll give it you “ He whispers against your lips .

Soobin Fingers stops Giving you the Mere Pleasure causing you to Whimper out of embarrassment as how Desperate you’re getting, Only wanting Soobin to continue with the Pleasure you say it exactly what he wanted to Hear with your eyes Squeezed shut from how expose you feel right now.

“ I want you-u to fuck me “ You whisper but Soobin hears it nonetheless.

Grinning Ear to ear, Soobin picks you up by your waist as you wrap your legs around his Slender waist while he’s Eating your face out at this point

“ Binnie it’s Ticklish here , stop“ While giggling Hard at his Behaviour .

“ Really?”

“ Does the Kiss tickles this much? Huh-?”

Soobin Questions Playfully as you Laughs while Hiding your face in his neck.

As he Guides you two towards the end of the bed while leaving a trail of kisses on you neck, making you feel hot all over again

You both Desperately claws at eachothers clothing

As You take a Shaky breath in as Soobin undo your silk bow that secured your robe tightly to your waist Revealing your White cotton lingerie which hugged your body

You blush as you take in the look on as Soobin’s widen eyes which screams for hunger and lust.

“ I still can’t believe that you’re mine Princess, won’t be able to believe it anytime soon , you make me go insane , you make me feel Loved Every breath this heart takes” He says while guiding your right hand towards his Heart as he rest his forehead against yours.

Your eyes Widen at the Sudden feel of something twitch on your lower belly as you lift your eyes to watch the shy ones of your Boyfriend’s

“ You drive me so insane ,and you don’t even Know ” He murmured while he Begins to peel Off your Bra swiftly freeing your boobs as he latches his mouth onto your left nipple while pinching the right one with his hand making you mewl out a sultry whine as he lays your body onto the bed .

Soobin works his way to give you pleasure as His lips gives attention to both nipples as he softly bites them to pull out another loud gasp from you at the Sudden tug

His hot mouth trails from your breast to your belly , leaving a sloppy kiss to every inch of your skin making his way to your heat below And then he’s pulling – tearing your drenched panties . Flashing you a devilish grin at the sinful strings of slick that connect you to the flimsy fabric.

With a rasped out breath, fucked-out little grunt, he’s surging forward, diving face first into your pretty pussy. Nose pressing against your throbbing clit, licking a long, languid stripe up your swollen folds.

“Oh hngh- please.” You mewl, as he buries himself deeper into your dripping cunt. Tongue bullying its way past your folds to lap at your slick, not stopping till he’s had his fill of your sweet juices. “M-more.”

Two large hands dip into your waist as he wraps his glossy lips around your pulsing clit to suck more of you , both keeping you still and supporting your weight as your knees weaken.

“Sure you can handle more, babygirl?” Electricity runs up your spine as your boyfriend rolls his tongue across your clit just the way he knew you liked as you Moan out of pleasure loudly making Soobin suck at your pussy even more , causing you to reach your high so fast that you choke at your own breaths .

“Ah- fuck fuck fuck- hngh- yes!” you moan, body jerking violently at the way he hit a certain spot over and over again .

“uhhhh- nnh I’m cuming-ng ” as you body rocks with the orgasm as Soobin Desperately sucks in all of you sweet juices like a starved man so hard that your body shakes afterwards from how hard you came right now .

Soobin finally lifts his head with you juices displayed on his nose as he gathers it and lick it one go while You watch him with lustful eyes , adoring his Features as Soobin makes his way towards your face while kissing your belly , nipples , collarbone and finally your lips passionately .

Soobin tugs at his office pants as he removes them quickly , desperately wanting to be inside you as he peels off his shirt Revealing his broad shoulders as your mouth waters at the chiseled front , hands roams over the familiar places of his upper body, Running your hands along his body , feeling his abs and limbs to his face pulling him for a kiss while eyes closed both of your body clings to eachother

You both feel the rush of love through your veins pulling eachother impossibly close.

Yet your greedy hands are momentarily stunned as he lets his boxers fall to the floor Rock-hard cock springing up and hitting his stomach.

He was so painfully hard that it made your cunt quiver in anticipation. Red and throbbing, soaked in precum and glistening in the dim lighting. Twitching at the sound of your voice as you say “Want you to fucking take all of me , soobie.” You blink up at Soobin , all doe-eyed and teary after your last orgasm.

And oh does that was the last straw of his patience getting snapped – maybe his sanity, maybe you by the end of this, because before you know it, Soobin’s spreading your legs with his knee. Biting his bottom lip as your slick trails down your pretty cunt and onto your legs.

“Whatever you say princess.” He grits out, dragging his weeping tip across your swollen folds. Collecting your sweet juices on his head.

You keen as Soobin bullies his massive cock into your cunt on the last word. “Ngh- S-Soobin.” You whine, vision flashing at the stretch. No matter how many times Soobin is in, you full of his cock – his size never failed to Stretch you out.

“Shhh, it’s okay. You can take it.” Trying to steady your breathing as he rams into you in quick, mindless little jabs to fit himself inside your snug pussy. “I’ll make sure of it, pretty baby .

Splitting you apart deeper and deeper onto his cock, veins rubbing so deliciously against all the right spots. A maddening little bump! Bump! Bump! Matching your heartbeat.

“Ah! Hngh- Fuck fuck fuck, m’so full.” You keen, heels digging into his hips as tears streams down your face out of pleasure.

Sliding down his cock far enough that his heavy balls meet your ass, already so wet with precum and slick. , you were so full of him you almost felt like he was pushing against your lungs , he presses the visible bulge on your belly while rutting in you rhythmically.

Today he was giving you all of his , All of his love pouring into you through the hard thrust he gives you

“Oh, baby you feel incredibly tight as always.” Soobin hisses, throwing his head back, crying out of how good he’s making you feel you bite onto your finger to suppress the high pitch moans your about to let out but Soobin takes both of your hand in his as he locks them above your head.

His Hips and yours moves in sync as he increases his pace even more making you reach your high as you scream as pleasure washes over you as cum on his cock making his eyes roll at how tight your squeezing him.

His Tortures Hips continues to slam inside your walls, removing his hold on your hands he holds your waist in place as he hits your g-spot , rutting his cock in and out of you as you feel it hits your cervix at a continuous pace causing overstimulation making you dig your nails on his back .

All the blood draining to his cock at the idea of fucking his cum into you till you couldn’t walk. Till you were so full of him that he was the only one you could think of.

Today is one of those days when Soobin can’t get enough of your sweet moans and gasp that you let out every thrust , every ramming of his cock gives you , loving the glow on your face as his face adores yours while those tears rolls down to your cheeks from the pleasure you feel right now .

“C’mon, love .” Soobin moans, hips out of control now. Taking in the way your head was thrown back, body bouncing each time he rammed his cock into your tight cunt. But oh how he wanted to see the fucked-out expression on your face. “Look at me princess , Want your eyes only on me .”

So cockdrunk and delirious, you barely register the way Soobin cradles your head to press his sweaty forehead against yours. Only looking up at him with delirious heart-eyes as he milked himself on your sloppy pussy.

“Shit feel s’perfect splitting-apart on me” he gasps into your mouth. “Need to cum inside you ,love” quickering from the overstimulation your sensitive cunt feels “Need to fill you up- ah- need this need this- fuck.”

“Shit shit shit, Soobin m’so close. I’m hngh-”

A hand hurriedly unwraps from your waist to draw rapid, desperate little patterns on your cunt. Not even circles anymore because shit Soobin couldn’t think of anything aside from the way your pussy was milking him so good- And how he was gonna fuck a baby into you if he keeps on going like this---

Body bowing into yours, as your teeths latching onto the crook of his neck, biting down right over his pulse from the excruciating pleasure Soobin’s hitting . Fingers digging and bruising on your hips, holding your body to not move away from his cock as he cums with a strangled moan. Hard. Almost painfully so.

White-hot pleasure behind his eyes, pumping thick, hot ropes to fill your snug cunt. Both of you gasping for air at the overstimulation you felt the moment Soobin Thrusts went almost carnal to the point you came twice

Still inside you as his cock continues to milk all of his loads as both of you face flushed red from the pleasure you both raced after

Glowy face in the dark, the face of two lovers who made love to eachother as there body tangled with eachother in sweats and essence of sweetness in the air

Your plan went all well , The thought makes you giggle as Soobin raises his brow at you Playfully as you just shake your head at him and wrap you arms around him as he pulls out of you to only to rush you towards the bathroom to clean up and take shower together

You smile wide as he massages your scalp in shower humming a familiar tune as you join in to hum the tune to your favourite song together as you turn around to massage his head as well , feeling content in the movement.

Soobin rest his head on yours as he whispers “ you’re mine forever princess, no option given ”

As you chuckle at his statement saying .

“same goes to you Soobie , you’re stuck with me for life ”

“Gladly Babygirl . ” He says as pecks you forehead, only to sticking his tongue out in disgust as he tasted some of the body wash As you burst out laughing at his facial expression, joining you to laughing at himself as the sound of your laugh is melody to his ears .

#txt soobin #soobin smut #choi soobin x reader #soobin x reader #choi soobin #txt smut #smut #txt #tomorrow x together #kang taehyun #yeonjun #beomgyu #hueningkai #kpop

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mintsturniolo · 1 month ago

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She Said Yes (m.s)

biker!matt x f!reader

a/n: merry christmas everyone ❤️��🤍

summary: the title says it all

Christmas had always been your favorite holiday. Especially since you and Matt had started dating. You loved being with his family during Christmas. You guys had been in Boston since early December which meant you had gotten to participate in all the family traditions that they had. You were currently in the kitchen talking with Mary Lou while the two of you cleaned up from the big meal she’d prepared. “You really didn’t have to make that cranberry pie,” you told Mary Lou, referring to the dessert she’d prepared just for you.

“Nonsense,” she replied with a smile. “As soon as Matt told me you’d be with us I planned to make it.”

You were about to reply when Chris burst into the kitchen. “Is it crazy that I’m still hungry?” he asked going straight to the fridge.

“We just ate,” Nick protested, following behind his brother.

You rolled your eyes. “There’s plenty of leftovers,” you told the youngest triplet, before going back to your conversation with Mary Lou.

“Hey babygirl,” you heard your boyfriend Matt say, and turned around.

You raised an eyebrow when you saw him fully dressed in his biker gear. Both helmets were in his hands, as he approached you, leaving a kiss on your cheek. “Wanna go for a ride?” offering you one of the helmets.

“Right now?” you asked, glancing at the pile of dishes that you still needed to help with.

Matt nodded eagerly. “I really want to spend time with you right now.”

Before you could reply, Nick took the pot you were holding. “I’ll help mom. You go ahead.”

You noticed the triplets and Mary Lou exchange looks, but you couldn’t figure out what was going on. Shrugging, you accepted the helmet that Matt was still holding out to you. “I should get my jacket though. For safety, you know,” you said.

“It’s with the bike,” Matt told you. “The dark grey one you really like.”

You could help but smile as the two of you made your way into the garage where sure enough your favorite leather jacket was laying across Matt’s motorcycle. You put it on and looked up at him. Matt nodded in approval before placing your helmet over your head. As he fastened the buckles, you playfully pulled down his visor. “Oh no you don’t,” Matt laughed, picking you up, and placing you on his bike. “Ready?”

You nodded and wrapped your arms around your boyfriend as the motorcycle roared to life. You rested your head on Matt’s back as the two of you drove through town. As much as you loved having your own motorcycle, you always felt safe when Matt would let you be the backpack. You sighed contently, admiring the Christmas lights sparkling against the snow covered sidewalks.

You raised your head when Matt slowed down in front of your favorite Christmas tree lot. It had been your favorite place to go since your first Christmas in Boston. Matt got off the bike and gently lifted you off. “I thought you’d like a little walk among the trees,” he said, placing a gentle hand on your waist.

The two of you walked in silence for the first couple of minutes, just taking in the beautiful sights around you. The left over trees had been lit up, and a light snow had started to fall as the two of you walked. “I think we should stay a couple days extra,” you blurted out, and Matt looked at you.

“Oh?” he asked.

You shrugged as you stopped to admire a nearby tree. “I just really like it here. Just a day or two?”

“Yeah. I think we’d all like that,” Matt replied, seeming to suddenly get shy.

You glanced up at him, and noticed he was nervously chewing on his lip as he watched you. “What’s wrong?” you asked, with raised eyebrows.

“Nothing,” Matt replied. “I just…”

“Are you sure?” You asked.

Matt nodded and took a breath. “I just really need to get this off my chest,” he said shyly.

Seeing how anxious he was you decided to stay silent and let him say whatever it is he wanted to say. You nodded and Matt took your hands in his. “These have been the best two years of my life,” Matt told you. “We’ve gone through so much and I know it hasn’t been easy, but you’ve changed the way I look at the world…”

Your eyes filled with tears as you listened to what Matt was saying to you. It was like you were falling in love all over again. Matt smiled at you, clearly getting more comfortable. “You are my world. I fall in love with you more every single day. You show me nothing but love and have made me the happiest I’ve ever been…” he continued, his hand reaching into his pocket.

Your eyes widened as Matt pulled out as small box. “…and if you give me the chance, I’ll spend everyday of my life trying to make you feel the way I have these past couple of years.”

“Oh my gosh,” you gasped as Matt lowered himself to one knee and opened the box, revealing the ring inside.

“Will you marry me?” he asked as he looked up at you.

You nodded as Matt gently pushed the ring onto your finger. “Yes. Oh my God. Yes, I’ll marry you Matthew,” you sobbed as Matt stood up and hugged you.

You couldn’t stop looking at the ring on your hand as you processed what had just happened. You leaned in, and gently kissed Matt. “I love you so much.”

Matt kissed you back, before taking a look at your hand. “It looks good on you.”

* time skip *

You hadn’t stopped looking at the ring on your hand since the two of you had left the Christmas tree lot. Matt kept a hand on your waist as you walked into the house. The family got quiet when they saw you. Matt couldn’t contain his smile as he took your hand. “She said yes,” he announced before pulling you close and kissing you.

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