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gallaghersgal · 1 year ago

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hi! i'd like to ask prompt 😈 ─ decide who has been the naughtiest and the nicest and give each other rewards & consequences accordingly ( can be funny/platonic or sexy/nsfɯ, depending on muses’ relationship ) with lip gallagher x maybe innocent northside!reader

thank you <33

who's naughty and nice || lip gallagher

pairing: lip gallagher x fem!northside!reader

warnings: NSFW 18+ ONLY. porn. oh my god so much porn. lingerie. oral (m receiving). first time, p in v, unprotected. lots and lots of good girl. rambling poetically about sex and love. mention of a random ass made up ex.

a/n: what's one step above overboard? whats where i went with this request. enjoy!!

wordcount: 2k

inspecting the lingerie set lip had gifted you in the mirror, you can't deny. you look sexy. it's a red set with fluffy white trim, perfect for christmas. your parents were out of town for their anniversary. the two of you have the house to yourselves.

"what do you think?" you ask, turning from your shoulders so your ass remains on display to your boyfriend where he sits on your bed. he's got a shit-eating grin on his face, reaching his arms out and beckoning you over. "hold on!" you remark with a giggle, "i've got to put on the finishing touch."

you fish a matte red lipstick out of your makeup organizer, forming your lips into a perfect o. you apply the lipstick, looking him in the eyes as you place the cap back on and toss it onto your desk.

"pretty baby," lip drawls. "fuck- c'mon stop fuckin' teasin' me. jesus!"

he's wearing a christmas sweater you'd bought for him paired with a pair of boxers, jeans long since discarded. you can see the obvious tent, and you grin.

you sit down on the edge of the bed, leaning in to kiss him on the lips. "you've been so good to me this year," you murmur against him.

"yeah? 'm i on the nice list baby?" his pretty eyes stare into yours, twinkling in the light of your desk lamp. "y'gonna give me a present?"

you giggle, nodding and kissing his cheek before crawling over to straddle him. his hands fall so easily to your hips and you revel in the warmth of his skin against yours. time like this with lip is precious. the quieter times, just the two of you. you cherish them.

"my pretty baby," he whispers. it's reverent. he never thought he had a chance with you. "my girl. my smart girl, my kind girl, my sexy baby. all wrapped up like a perfect fuckin' present. and all f'me, too."

a whimper passes through your lips as he bites at your neck, soothing the skin with his tongue. he grinds his hips up into you, holding you down against him. "whatcha wanna do tonight? anythin' you want, no pressure or anything. 's just me, yeah?"

"i know," you coo, running your fingers over the heated skin under the hem of his sweater. "i..." you trail off, biting your lip and feeling your skin flush. god, why was this so hard? it's just lip, you tell yourself.

one strong hand lands under your chin, tilting it up. his voice is soft when he speaks. "hey, kid, look at me, yeah?" he's good to you. god, he's so good to you. you look him in the eyes, face burning. "hi baby," he whispers.

"hi lip."

"there we are, lemme see that pretty smile." he kisses your forehead, each of your cheeks, your nose, and then your lips. "listen, you don' gotta be scared, or embarassed, or anythin' you're feelin' right now. i can see the gears turning in that pretty li'l noggin of yours." he taps the side of your head and you giggle.

"lip... i wanna," you suck in a soft breath, tummy flipping as his thumb rubs your cheek. "i wanna suck you off."

lip swears under his breath, pupils dilating ever so slightly as he bites his lip. you can tell he's eager. "shit- baby girl," he grins, pressing a kiss to your lips. "'m not gonna say no t' that. are you sure? i know y'never-"

"i want to."

you're firm, ready to try something new for your boyfriend. he gives so much, pleasuring you with an intensity you've never experienced at your own hand. you want to offer the same to him.

a grin spreads across his face as eager hands strip off the christmas sweater. your fingers trace over the newly exposed skin, trailing down until they brush the waistband of his boxers. you slink down, keeping eye contact until you're level with his hips.

lip watches in wonder as you trace delicate, curious fingers over the outline of his cock. he's hard, and so so warm under your hand. his own hand comes to hold your cheek, gentle and reassuring. it's so easy to love him, you think.

you press one chaste kiss to the head before your fingers pull his boxers down. "tell me if i'm... tell me if 's not good, okay?

lip chuckles, "sweetheart, if lizzy fuckin' walker can do it you can, m'kay? y'gonna do great." your lips form a stubborn pout, eyes narrowing as you look up at him. "shit- yeah, no ex talk. 'm sorry baby."

he pats your cheek sweetly, "you're gonna be fuckin' perfect. i promise." his smile is genuine, cheeks rosy, chest rising and falling with soft breaths, and you wonder why you had ever been scared.

you sink down again, salty taste meeting your lips as you take just the tip into your mouth. he's thick, barely enough to fit into your hand, but you're determined. you take the base in your hand, pumping in soft strokes the same way you've seen him touch himself. a grunt falls from his lips as you take him deeper, swirling your tongue around the head.

"easy baby, teeth," he murmurs. "tha's it. good girl."

you pull off of him, stroking him a few more times before licking him from base to tip. you squeeze your thighs against each other as you press wet, open-mouthed kisses along his length. "lip, y've been so fuckin' good to me," you tell him, sending vibrations through him and tingles up his spine. "wanna treat you the way you treat me."

lip groans as you lick over the tip, taking him a little deeper than before. the feeling is addictive, you can feel his heartbeat throbbing through the vein that runs along the underside of his dick. "shi- shit, pretty baby," he whines. he fucking whines. it's exhilarating.

you pump him quicker with your hand, swirling your tongue all around what you can fit in your mouth. his hands are gripping your hair, gentle tugs here and there as he starts to lose himself in the pleasure.

you're soaked, the lace of the pretty panties he had gifted you becoming tacky with the feeling of your arousal. lip coos down at you, "pretty baby, so good to me. y'feelin' good? huh?"

you draw off his cock again, keeping your lips seductively parted as you peer up at him. you nod slowly and wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. lip's hands move from your hair to your waist, yanking you to him.

"my pretty fuckin' present. lets get this off'a ya," he murmurs against your lips, slipping his tongue into your mouth as he unclasps your bra. in an instant his hands are on your tits, caressing the soft skin. "all soft 'n willin' 'n pretty f'me, yeah? my good girl."

"lip," you murmur, your speech slurring against his mouth. "i wan' you t'fuck me."

"baby-" he gasps, fingers playing with the little ties at your hip. "wanted this so bad, didn' wanna ask-"

"shhh, please. jus-" you break off into a moan when lip sucks your nipple into his mouth. "ah! jus' fuck me, please i want it."

in one smooth motion you're flipped on your back, whining at the force of it. his hands pull at the strings holding your red panties up until the fabric hangs loose. you could never get tired of this. he's so pretty, so sweet, his blue eyes keeping yours in a steady gaze as he pulls your waistband down slow, slow, slow.

warm breath fans out over now bare skin, goosebumps erupting over your whole body. "so fuckin' perfect. lemme kiss ya, sweet girl."

you whine when his lips make contact with your clit, placing one chaste kiss there before paving a trail up your body. a string of hickeys and bite marks is left in his wake until he arrives at his destination.

then, he kisses you like he needs it to breathe.

which, truthfully, he kind of does. you're his resolve. his shelter.

"'m gonna be real good t'ya," he whispers, like a promise. "you want me t'stop, or do anythin' different, y'just tell me, okay?"

you smile at him, leaning up to kiss him once, twice, until you can't breathe. then you tell him, "i trust you."

"good, tha's how we want it." his hands are gentle along your body, fingers dipping into your core. his thumb ribs your clit for a moment, just to hear you whine, before one finger slips so easily inside you. "fuck, baby, y've never been this fuckin' wet. think you can take another?"

you nod, moaning as a second finger fills you so deliciously. it's so good. he's so good. you buck up against him, craving it harder, deeper. "please, lip, need you."

"shhh, i know. my good girl." lip lines himself up with your entrance, pushing in slowly.

your head tilts back with a sweet whine as he fills you. lip's feeling it too, a soft groan falling from his mouth as his eyes screwed shut in pleasure. your skin together is so warm, the feeling so intimate. you could never feel anything but this when you were with him. warm, safe, adored.

his hips have stilled, cock deep inside you and throbbing with the feel of it. "c'mon lip, please?" you ask, voice soft and quiet. with a whisper of a kiss against your chin he starts to move, and god, it feels like heaven. you watch with curious, lidded eyes as his hips move against you. the way his abs flex, the way his chest heaves with every stroke, it's all too much.

the feeling builds, and lip smothers your cheek with kisses. "so good, fuckin' tight as shit. squeezin' the life outta me, jesus."

you whimper his name, grabbing onto his arms and relaxing your body. "wan' it harder- come on handsome," you beg.

his teeth bury into your shoulder as his hips speed up. "tha's my girl, takin' it so well. how y'feelin? good, huh?"

"g-good. so good."you can barely speak, whines and babbles spilling from your parted lips while the white hot coil in your stomach twists just that little bit tighter. "'m close, fuck! i'm sorry i-"

his lips silence your words as he fucks you harder. "don' say any of that, y'doin' so good."

you begin to lose any semblance of focus, eyes darting about the ceiling tiles as the wave of your pleasure begins to crest. the sounds of the city, the quiet hum of the fan, the music playing from your ipod in the corner, all of it fades. all that's left is the obscene sounds of skin on skin.

one rough palm meets the underside of your knee and he murmurs against your skin, "this 's gonna make it feel better." he hooks your leg around his hips, pushing in deeper and drawing a lewd moan from you. "that's it. you gonna cum f'me?"

"y-yes! fuck, yes, lip-" your thighs begin to shake as your orgasm builds, teetering just on the brink of being washed over with pleasure.

the moment the rough pad of his thumb brushes your clit, the tension snaps. you throw your head back with a chorus of curses and moans of his name. your vision goes white and your body goes limp, letting go and choosing to feel. feel the way his hips begin to stutter, the way his hand eases your clit through it, the way his mouth buries itself in the place where your shoulder meets your neck and whispers a sweet string of praises.

"w-where," lip asks, "fuck- baby, where?"

"inside," you whimper. "don' care- please," it sounds restless coming from your lips.

he cums inside of you with one final stroke, body going limp on top of yours, and then it's all sweat sticky skin and soft kisses and whispers of your affection. he praises you like never before, whispering how good you've done and how pretty you are. his pretty girl.

when you've both come down from the high, after you've showered, indulged in your full nighttime routine, and made lip do the same, you lay limp and sated in his strong arms. one hand finds it's place on your ass, the other circling gently around your shoulders to hold you close to his body.

"merry christmas, pretty girl," he murmurs.

"merry christmas lip."

end.

my masterlist. my winter sleepover.

#lip gallagher x reader #lip gallagher smut #mags' winter sleepover #mags' winter sleepover: fics

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thetriplets3 · 2 years ago

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may i please request "it's okay, you can tell me" with Matthew? tysm my friend ♡

our little secret

When we first started dating 3 years ago you always told me I can call you or come over, no matter what, you’d be there for me. You always made sure I never forgot this. So here I am at 2am knocking on your door feeling so guilty for disturbing you so late at night, but there you are opening the door for me anyways. You greet me with a sleepy yet excited smile. “Did I wake you? Of course I did, you've been so busy I’ll come back tomorrow I just need to tell you something” I anxiously ramble. “No no I haven’t gone to bed yet don’t worry, come in”.

We quietly head to your room not wanting to wake anyone else up. Your room has always been a safe space for me, despite there being no decorations, it’s just comforting but then again maybe it’s just you. You have your lights off, the only thing illuminating the room is the lamp on your desk and the computer light, adding to the comfort. I make myself comfortable in your bed as you quickly finish up whatever you were doing before I interrupted your night. As the silence fills the room I’m sucked back into my own thoughts as I pick at the damaged skin on my fingers. You turn your computer off and make your way under the covers next to me. With a big smile and all your attention on me I lean back against your headboard, resting my hands on my stomach, I meet your gaze.

“What did you want to talk about?” You quietly ask, keeping with the calm energy of your room. “Huh oh uh right” with the way you look at me like nothing else is important almost made me forget why I came here. You glance at my picked apart fingers showing evidence of how bad my anxiety has been. “Is everything okay rose?” Your voice filled with concern. My heart flutters. You always got me roses whenever you could because you know they’re my favorite. On our first date you showed up at my door with a bouquet of lavender coloured roses. That was your way of telling me it was love at first sight. Every time I see them I’m reminded of you.“Y-yeah, uh no, I’m not sure” I say breaking eye contact with you and begin picking at my fingers. You instantly reach for my cold hands and cover them with your warm ones, stopping me from doing anymore damage.

“It’s okay, you can tell me”. I can feel the love dripping from your voice. “Matt-” there’s a slight crack in my voice. I wiggle my hands free from yours and reach into my pocket, hesitating for a second deciding if I should just leave. Shakily I pull the object out and place it in your hands. “You’re- you’re pregnant?!” You exclaim. “I’m sorry I’ll go” I whimper. Before I can move you cup my jaw, your eyes bluer than ever as they fill with tears, like a never ending ocean. “Honey why would you be scared to tell me that I’m beyond happy about this. I’m gonna be a dad. Oh my goodness I can’t wait to tell Nick and Chris! There’s gonna be a little us” I lean into your warm palm, all the worry in my body leaves.

I tackle you engulfing you in a big hug. “Oh thank god. Can we just keep this our little secret for a bit?” “Of course we can. Whenever you’re ready we’ll tell people”. I take the picture from your hands, “did you look closely? There’s two of them”. “You’re kidding there’s gonna be a little me and you? Oh my god I love you honey”. You’re my safe place and I can’t wait to bring these babies into this world with you by my side.

#matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader

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bioluminescent-breadstick · 4 months ago

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For the ask game bc I'm curious :)

- 🇪🇺☕🍜📚🎶

Hey! Thanks for the ask! It's not often I get to ramble about silly things, so thank you for giving me the opportunity to talk your ear off! ☺️

🇪🇺 - Nationality

I'm partially German, by blood- I was also born in Germany. But I've lived in America all my life, and I grew up with American customs, traditions and speaking solely the English language. I never learned a lot about my family or our heritage, and I never learned to speak German, though. Maybe I'll learn someday!

☕️- Favourite Hot Drink

I know it doesn't classify as a hot drink, but I'm an iced latte kind of person. If I had to pick a hot drink, though, it'd be a chai tea latte, or a mocha!

🍜- Favourite Dish

Any kind of pasta. Honestly. It could be any type. My favourite way to prepare it, though, is with penne noodles, pesto, olive oil, and some Chilli pepper. It makes for a very well seasoned, filling dish!

Pair it with some breadsticks, and you're golden! 😉

📚- Favourite Book

My favourite book is a classic- Fahrenheit 451. I reccomend checking it out, if you haven't read it already. It puts into perspective the impact that reading, learning and media in general has on society.

🎶- Favourite Music Artist

I'm not sure if I can narrow it down to just one. I'd say.. currently: Kate Bush, Matt Maltese, Taylor Swift (don't burn me at the stake, please, I just like her songwriting!)- also Sleeping at Last, and Lamp.

That's a lot more than just one artist.. oh well! 😆

#asks ☆

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the-invisible-queer · 2 years ago

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Let’s Talk About the Simmons Nursery:

I have been hyperfixated on this all day and I legitamately have rewatched every scene of “Saturday” when the nursery is shown. I have screenshots and clips, but I’ll just put all the clips into one video.

This was started by @sexyspector and @hey-dw and they are partly to blame for this post.

It’s going to be long so I’ll add a cut to spare your dashes of my ramblings.

This is a dive into what the fuck the set designers were thinking because this is the most mismatched chaotic room I think we’ve ever seen on the show.

This post is dedicated to 🔪 nonnie.

This WHOLE thing started because of the ugly green dresser, and almost matching lawn chair. Why is there a lawn chair in the nursery? HOWEVER I realized that on top of the green dresser, you can see a matching framed picture of a rabbit. So that makes me think that at some point one of the other 4 kids had a weird green themed room. That’s the only explanation for three objects that are closely matching in color.

Before the room was designated as Rose’s nursery, it was Matt’s office. We learn that when he tells Dave “This used to be my office and now I’m working at the kitchen table rolling this together with scotch tape and bubble gum.” It’s also supported by his degrees hanging on the wall adjacent to the door. That explains the bookcase under the degrees - where Kristy puts the cookies.

They have plenty of storage in this room between 3 endtables, a filing cabinet, a book shelf and the ugliest green dresser. ALSO I would like to ask what is up with end table #2. The yellow one with the horses. Was Kristy a horse girl?

One of the biggest questions regarding the “daddy issues red” crib that Matt accidentally purchased is why would a family who has had 4 kids previously not have kept their old crib. He says “I don’t know what I was thinking, donating our perfectly good crib and spending money on this.” The this being the red crib. If red was an accident, I wonder what color he was going for. Was it to match the beautiful dark brown changing table that they already had?

Another weird thing is they have these matching light blue lamps with a lion/tiger/cheetah on the lampshade. They are very much kid lamps, but they match nothing in the room except for the curtains.

NOW LET’S TALK ABOUT THE CURTAINS! The curtains are lowkey worse than the ugly green dresser BECAUSE I can’t get a clear enough screen shot to see what the hell is the design. There are definitely upside down rainbows and there is some kind of creature doing cartwheels, but the creature is also on all fours. I don’t know it’s weird and lowkey scary. Some thought it was cockroaches. I thought it was a beetle for a minute. Who knows? I even tried reverse image search on Google and got nothing.

Can someone explain what’s up with these paper ball decoration things? Because they match nothing in that room. They don’t even match each other.

Someone threw them a baby shower based on the “HAPPY BABY! KRISTY & MATT” sign above the changing table as well as the pile of gifts in front of and on top of the green dresser.

Lastly there’s a little cubby or bookshelf with an animal headboard thing on it. It’s cute, but again matches nothing else in the room.

There is absolutely no cohesion in this room, but I guess that’s what happens when you’re about to have your fifth kid and everything is absolute chaos. Below I'll exclude all the clips where the nursery is shown.

#Matt Simmons #Kristy Simmons #The Simmons Nursery #Criminal Minds

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oakskull · 4 years ago

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TALK ABOUT LAMPS MORE OAK

Lamps are SO GOOD. Have you ever gone to Disneyland? They have floor lamps and I love them. The lamps in my house are not very cool. I hate my ceiling lamp bc the way the lamp shade stays on is weird and makes me anxious that is gonna fall off and shatter and I know it can happen bc my mom has the same lamp and it happened to her plus it makes my light look really yellow which is bad for choosing colors. I could just take off my lamp shade but then I would look directly at the light plus where do you even put a giant glass lamp shade so I just leave it up there. I wish it was at least a better shape. Those lantern shaped lamps are very good shapes. They are my favorite. Have you seen a real lantern with a candle? I have it's So cool the Best lamp ever. I have a little hand held candle holder and I love it with all my heart bc when I put candles in it it's so cool it's like my own personal lamp that I carry around with me and I love having it lit it's so nice. I love looking at the flames in fire it's so memorizing have you ever roasted mini marshmallows on toothpicks over a candle flames it's the best me and my sister did it all the time. The smoke is the second best part (after the fire) bc it looks so nice and mesmerizing. I have an incense burner and the smoke is so visible and you can feel it when you touch it and it goes in such interesting shapes and they way it disperses around your hand is so nice to look at. That's why I love camp fires so much. Especially when it's almost gone and all that's left is the burning embers and everytime you smack the fire the embers glow again the smoke comes heavier and it blows in the wind and you can see it really well at night it's so nice. I got sidetracked talking about fire. Fire is distantly related to lamps bit just as good. One time in went into ikea and we had already gotten everything we need but we had nothing to do for the rest of the day and my mother turned to me and said "want to walk through the lamp displays?" And let me tell you it was Magical. I took so many pictures there were So many lamps I'm sure if I stopped back far enough in my dms I could find all the pictures I sent I literally sent like 100 pictures of lamps there were so many. They had little rooms with thematically appropriate lamps plus just walls of lamps. It was so bright and there were so many cool lamps. There were little shaped table lamps for kids made out of plastic and there were modern-ish lamps with boring shapes that we just like cones with a light on the open end. But then the unique modern lamps,, they were so nice. There was one lamp where the lamp shade was like one of the crinkly sphere things that you make out of tissue paper and hang on the ceiling as decoration and it was So cool. And there was another one where it was like a bunch of rectangles in varying sizes coming from one spot except it was a Lamp. And then there were some of the ones you see in diners all the time with the sort of oval shaped lamp and there very good lamps but the best diner lamp I've ever seen was in this restaurant in California and they had these beautiful read brown and green speckled diner lamps that made the restaurant so homey (plus they had lantern shaped lamps there too making the experience 10/10). Speaking of diner lamps, have you ever been to like a waffle house that's like out of the way and still has a jukebox and old music and you and maybe one other family are the only ones there? No? Well, I have, and what really makes the experience memorable was the lighting. They had basic ceiling lamps - rectangles set on the same level as the ceiling, with several bulbs in each one - and they were pretty shitty. There was at least on bulb out in each one some were out completely and they were dirty and weirdly spaced. But it made the lighting so unique and florescent and really made the experience more,,, eerie, I guess. The city type of eerie. I've rambled enough. If you want more lamps(and fire) send another ask.

#matt rambles about lamps #and fire #fire tw #smoke tw

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lovebugcody · 5 years ago

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i forget to wear my glasses 98% of the time but i wore them all day today and now that they’re off i’m hyperaware of how slightly blurry everything is lollll

my eyes are like 0.5 on each side so they are barely broken, but i never notice how everything has blurred edges until i wear my glasses and suddenly everything is s h a r p

also i don’t notice how i can’t read font like a meter and a half away until i wear them either

#one day at work matt and i were talking about my broken ass eyes and i tried reading a poster in the eb games across from us #i was squinting and trying so damn hard #motherfucker just glanced over and read the whole damn poster while making those laugh exhales at me #and my eyes are just broken in that everything is slightly blurred #but i also have photoic sneeze reflex which means that extreme changes in light and looking at the sun makes me sneeze #and! i also have 'large pupils' (so says my optometrist) and things like street lamps look like starbursts instead of soft glows #i actually call bullshit on people seeing street lamps and traffic lights as having a soft glowing halo #there is no fucking way y'all actually see that #tag rambles #personal #char rambles

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comphersjost · 4 years ago

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All for You | 4 ➸ Brady Tkachuk and Matthew Tkachuk

thank you all so fucking much for all of your kind words and support and love. i though about making an epilogue type of part to tie up loose ends, if that’s what you guys want. let me know?

A week after Matthew walked out on you at the arena, his teammates show up at your door, dragging their wreck of a teammate to the only one he wants - but refuses - to see: you.

word count: 3.5k+

warnings: alcohol, using alcohol to cope, mentions of sex, quite a bit of angst

part one

part two

part three

part four

part five

masterlist

The moment the vibrating starts on your bedside table you know that something’s wrong. The Caller ID reads Noah Hanifin. You should have deleted his number really. Especially after the trainwreck of a game last week. But you couldn't bring yourself to do it, needing some sort of lifeline to Matt.

You watch as your phone stops ringing, revealing the notification for 4 missed calls from Noah and the time: 2:04 am. The screen lights up with a photo of him again, and this time you pick up.

“Hello?” you answer groggily, sitting up to turn on the lamp as you rub the sleep out of your eyes.

“Open the door.”

“What?” Your head feels heavy from being woken up in the dead of night. “Noah what are you-”

“Is that Y/N?” you hear through the chaos in the background, and your sleep addled brain faintly registering that the words came from Elias.

“Y/N!” you hear another voice exclaim, and suddenly you're wide awake. “Hi, Y/N, Hanny, dude, tell her she's the most beautiful girl in the world - Hanny listen to me - and her Instagram post was so cute - hey, Hanny!”

You hear more shuffling over the line, and a sharp “Shut up Chucky!” from Noah. Suddenly there’s silence, and Noah’s voice comes out clearer than before.

“Hey,” he says, “We’re bringing Matty up in the elevator, please open the door.”

“Why?” you ask, “He made himself pretty damn clear at the game that he didn't want to see me so -”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Noah interrupts, voice seeping with frustration. “He won't let us take him anywhere but here, okay? He saw you post that photo today and got all sad and mopey when he left practice and then Lindy and I found him like this. He’s been drinking since like 6 o’clock and we barely managed to cut him off like an hour ago and he's a fucking wreck so, please, Y/N, just open the door.”

Maybe that lifeline was a good idea after all.

Cursing under your breath, you reluctantly get out of bed, turning on the lights as you make your way through your apartment. Just as you're swinging the door open, Matt is stumbling out of the elevator, each of his arms thrown around Noah and Elias.

Matt’s eyes light up when he sees you, attempting to escape the grasp of his teammates to rush towards you. “Woah!” Noah says, grasping Matthew’s arm so he doesn't go anywhere. “Dude, relax, you can barely walk.”

You see Matt pout as they get closer, and for some reason the sight makes you tear up. There's something about the way he looks right now, helpless and wide-eyed, being carried by his teammates like a child, that makes your heart ache. When they finally reach your door you try to hide your grimace at the smell of liquor on his breath.

“Hi pretty girl,” Matt slurs with a grin, his head lolling to the side. “Did we wake you up?”

“Yeah,” you say softly, stepping aside to let Noah and Elias practically drag him inside. “That's okay though.”

Matt mumbles something unintelligible as his teammates deposit him on the couch. Noah turns to you when he’s sure Matt won't fall over.

“I'm sorry-” he starts but you put your hand up to stop him.

“It’s okay, Noah,” you reassure him, eyes flickering to the curly-haired boy on your couch. “Is he…?”

“No,” Elias pipes up from beside Matt. “He's the furthest thing from okay, Y/N.” You flinch at his harsh tone, even though you knew he was right. This was your fault. Elias’s expression softens when Noah shoots him a reprimanding glare. “I'm sorry,” he steps towards you, “I didn't mean to-”

“You're right,” you say abruptly, gaze focusing on Matt’s face. His eyes are closed but he's not sleeping, that lopsided grin still on his face. “You're right, Elias. Thank you for bringing him here.”

Noah opens his mouth to say something but is interrupted by a complaint from the couch.

“Why are you guys still here?” Matt whines, “I wanna hang out with my girl.” Noah and Elias both glance at you sideways at the last words, but you just sigh.

“You guys can go,” you say softly, “I can take care of him, I got this.”

The two men hesitate for a moment, glancing at each other and seemingly having a silent conversation. They seem to come to an agreement as Elias claps Matty on the back and stands from the couch. You follow the two of them to the door, leaning on it as the two turn to you.

“Guys,” you say, stopping them as they turned to leave. You pause, unsure if you should even ask but- “What did Brady say on the ice?”

Elias inhales sharply, looking at Noah as he attempts to mask the reluctance in his eyes.

“Please,” you whisper.

Noah looks at Elias for a split second before he sighs and his shoulders slump. “He said-” Elias cuts him off before he can finish.

“He said that if Chucky wasn't such a wimp that was afraid of his feelings he could’ve been the one to get the girl.”

You stop breathing.

“That little shit,” you seethe, curling and uncurling your hands before you punch something. “He's such a fucking instigator I'm going to kill him.”

“Why?” Noah asks, tilting his head in confusion. “I mean, Matty came at him for it but, he’s right isn't he?”

“What?” your head snaps towards Noah, eyes wide in shock. “What are you talking about? Brady and I tested the waters and figured we’d be better as friends. He started a fight because he could.”

“No way,” Elias says, “Chucky said-”

“He would have known if he just listened to me!” Noah steps back at your exclamation, glancing to each side down the empty hallway. Your voice drops to a hoarse whisper, “He would have known if he stayed in the fucking trainer’s room and let me explain!”

“You fucked his brother,” Noah reminds you.

“I was in love with Brady, Noah!” you snapped, “That was the point of this whole thing - of everything! And then he told me he loved me out of nowhere!”

Noah scoffs, though he doesn't miss your use of past tense. “It wasn't out of nowhere, Y/N, and you know it. He brought you to games. He brought you to team events. He bailed on us at least once or twice a week to hang out with you. Have you ever even seen him flirt with a girl since you've moved to Calgary?”

“I didn't know what to do! I’m sorry!”

“You don't have to apologize to us,” Elias reminds you, motioning behind you. “He needs you, he's been needing you and I don't - he can't keep doing this to himself. If he's not at practice or a game he's drunk off his ass and even then he can't stop fucking talking about you. God, Y/N, do something and fix this.”

You nod, wrapping your arms around yourself. “I'll try,” you whisper. “Thank you for bringing him here.”

The two bid you goodbye, leaving you alone with Matthew for the first time in months.

“Hi Matty,” you say gently as you find your back to the living room. You brush your fingertips against his forehead, pushing his hair back. His eyes flutter open, adoration and sadness practically shining through his gaze.

He reaches for you, making grabby hands until you sit beside him, maneuvering the two of you so that his head was in your lap. He hums contentedly as you run your fingers through his hair, scratching at his scalp lightly.

“I saw your Instagram post,” he says quietly. “With you and the ice cream? I love that place, it reminded me of when I took you when you first moved to Calgary.” You can't help the smile that tugs at your lips as he rambles. “I cried when I saw it. I cry a lot lately.” Your chest aches. “I thought it would be easier by now. I thought it wouldn't hurt as much but -” he cuts himself off. Neither of you speak for a few minutes, sitting in silence as the thoughts whirl around your head.

“Y/N/N?” The use of your nickname has you humming questioningly. He hadn't called you that in nearly a year. Whatever it is you thought he might say, nothing could have prepared you for the next words out of his mouth.

“Why don't you love me?” He doesn't sound sad, but his tone tells you he's given up, and you can feel your heart shatter. You stay silent, unsure of whether or not he even wants you to answer. You know it was the right decision when he keeps talking. “Like, why him? Why not me? I love you, did you know that? You know that. I told you, right? You're so pretty Y/N/N, did you know? And you're funny. So funny. And my friends like you, my friends never liked girls I brought around before you moved to Calgary. I didn't like them either - isn't that weird? I don't know why I even bothered. It was always you. Even when we were kids.”

You freeze your movements at that, holding your breath and waiting to see what he says next.

“I mean, I didn't like, know that, yet,” he continues, words slurring slightly. “I always just thought that like, if you asked, I guess, I don't know. But it's always been you. But you kept picking him and I just wanna know why I wasn't enough for you, you know? Elias keeps telling me I’m being dumb and shouldn't be mean to myself or whatever but like, you're it for me, and I just want you to love me like you love him.”

“Matty…” you start, but you're interrupted by a squeaky hic from Matt. You stare at each other for a moment, before the two of you burst into giggles.

“I have the hiccups,” Matty snickers, one hand coming up to grab yours. He intertwines your fingers together, squeezing as your laughter dies down. “God, I love you. You probably don't wanna hear that huh? Well, I missed you. So much.”

“I missed you too Matty,” you lean down to whisper the words against his forehead, kissing the spot gently. “I wish you would've let me explain.”

“Why?” He asks, scrunching his nose. “You love him don't you? I promised to help you and I-” his tone falters for the first time since he got to your place, and he pulls his hand away from yours. “I did what I promised and I thought - I thought maybe when you saw that I loved you like you wanted him to that maybe you'd realize. I thought maybe if I didn't tell you about Autumn you'd finally see that it was me that loved you this whole time. But then you just, you left when you found out and I - I’m sorry, Y/N. I should have never kept it from you. But it's always been him for you right?”

“Not always,” you say quietly. “Not since last year.”

Matt pulls away from you, staggering for a moment from dizziness as he stands up too quickly.

“You can't say that!” he cries desperately, tugging at his hair. “You can't say that to me when you're - when Brady - you and him -”

“Me and him, what, Matty?” you stand up as you ask, taking a step towards him and grabbing his collar to make him look at you. “Me and Brady, Matt, we’re not - I didn't mean for this to happen.”

“I know,” Matt murmurs, eyes flashing to your lips before he squeezes them shut. “I didn't mean for it to happen either.”

“He's still my best friend.” Matthew’s eyes fly open at the statement.

“Wha-what do you mean?” His voice is shaky and uncertain, but there's an unmistakable hint of hope. “Last week - at - at the game?”

You open your mouth to reply, finally say what you've been meaning to for so long and - Matt sways where he stands, his hand flying to cover his mouth as he turns on his heel and runs. You follow him quickly into the bathroom as he falls to his knees in front of the toilet just in time to retch out the contents of his stomach.

You rub his back gently, murmuring sweet things in his ear when his stomach has finally stopped heaving. He coughs a few times before slumping over to the side, head lolling back weakly. You clean him up as much as you can and flush, attempting to help him up. You struggle slightly as his 6’2 frame slumps against you.

“Matty, you gotta help me out here,” you nudge him gently, “I can't carry you, bubs, c’mon, stand up okay?”

He mumbles something about how tired he is, but still stands up as straight as he can. With Matt’s arm around your shoulders, you manage to get him to your bed, letting him slip out of your grasp as he collapses on your bed. You turn to leave the room but a soft groan from your bed stops you.

“Please don't go,” Matt whines softly, grabbing your hand, eyes shut as he lies still over the sheets. “Please.”

“I won't,” you brush his hair away from his forehead affectionately. “I just have to go turn off the lights and get you some water okay?” He hums in acknowledgement and reluctantly drops your hand. You turn off all the lights in your apartment as quickly as you can, grabbing a water bottle from the kitchen and a bottle of ibuprofen before going back to your room.

“See?” you said as you placed the water and pills down on the bedside table. “Not even two minutes.” Matty grumbles “Still too long” under his breath and you snort in amusement. You pull his arm so that he's sitting up on the bed, kneeling in front of him. His eyes flutter open, blurry for a moment before focusing on you. A dopey smile spreads on his face as he watches you take off his shoes and socks.

“C’mon, arms up,” you instruct, rolling your eyes when he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively at you. “Matt, you have to go to bed, arms up.” He sighs and relents, letting you change him out of his clothes without any more suggestive looks. You manage to get him into a pair of sweats and t-shirt he’d left months ago.

“Is this mine?” he asks tiredly, smiling softly when you nod. “Thanks for keeping it.”

“I don't steal your clothes just for the fun of it you know, I actually wear them?” you tease, pushing his shoulder lightly. He lets himself fall backwards when you do that, sighing as he pulls the sheets over him.

“You'll stay, right?” he whispers into the dark room after a moment. “Even if you kick me out in the morning, and Brady beats me up again, right now just, please don't leave me again.”

“I’m right here, Matty,” you reassure him, scratching lightly at his scalp. “I promise I'm not going anywhere.”

“Y/N/N?”

“Matt, what part of you need to go to sleep don't you understand?”

“I know lemme just -” he rolls over to his side to face you, resting his cheek against the palm of his hand. He stares at you for a few moments, blinking slowly to try and fight the exhaustion. “I'm sorry for fucking everything up.” Before you get a chance to respond, Matt is out cold.

When your eyes flutter open a few hours later, Matt is still dead asleep. It's times like these you're thankful for your body being used to waking up semi-early. You figured while Matt sleeps his hangover away you could make him breakfast, and maybe actually have a long overdue talk.

You're flipping the last piece of french toast when you feel eyes on you. You turn to see Matt standing awkwardly in the entrance to the kitchen. He seems hesitant, closed off, and you notice he’s wearing his clothes from the night before.

“Hey, good morning,” you smile gently at him, “I was just making some -”

“I should go.” The words are abrupt, and they feel more like a knife to the gut than a slap to the face. “I'm sorry about last night, it won't happen again.”

With that he's turning towards the door but really - you've had enough.

“Sit. The fuck. Down.”

He spins around quickly, eyebrows furrowed into a deep frown. “I really shouldn't be he-”

“No!” you shout angrily, ignoring Matt’s taken-aback expression. You transfer the last piece of french toast to the place and turn off the stove, taking a deep breath. “Do you remember anything about last night?” you ask quietly.

“Not much, bits and pieces.”

“Well you're not walking away from me again,” you hiss, pointing at the dining room table. It’s already set, the only thing missing being the plates of french toast and eggs in your hands. “Sit.”

Surprisingly, Matt does, watching you carefully as you set the plates down and sit.

“Why didn't you tell me about Autumn?” you ask slowly, watching as he tenses, sitting up straight. “Tell me the truth.”

He's silent for a moment, opening and closing his mouth as he tries to get the words out. “I was sick of seeing him hurt you,” he finally admits. “I watched him hurt you for so long, Y/N, I held you while you cried and I - I never want to be the one to make you feel like that.”

“It hurt more when Brady said you knew.” Matt grips the edge of the table so hard his knuckles turn white. “And then you said that you loved me and - we’d spent so long trying to get me to tell Brady how I felt that I didn't know what to do. I didn't know what else to do except walk away.”

“I know,” he says quietly. “I'm sorry.”

“I know,” you repeat.

Matthew clears his throat, eyes focusing in his lap as he says his next words. “Living without you is the worst thing I’ve ever had to do in my entire life. And I know it’s my fault. It’s all my fault. And I’m sorry.” A tear slips down his cheek and you hesitate for a moment, before reaching out and brushing it away with your thumb. You tilt his head towards you, taking in the defeated expression on his face. He keeps talking. “I should have - I shouldn't have told him for you, I shouldn't have told you that I loved you and I - god, Y/N, I’m so fucking sorry for everything.”

“You didn't let me explain last week either,” you remind him.

“I know,” he says, “He just - he said -”

“I know what he said,” you cut him off, “Matt, when you saw me and Brady in December-”

“I really don't wanna hear about you and Brady’s-”

“Shut up, Matt!” You know you're probably being too harsh on him, but you're so incredibly tired of feeling like there's something - someone - missing, and you need his stubborn ass to just listen to you. “Brady and I are not together.” Matt’s mouth drops open, before he frowns. You know what he's going to say and you speak before he can.

“I didn't just fuck him just because Matt, we were - we were testing the waters, okay?” You pause for a moment to try and discern his reaction. When he says nothing, you take a deep breath and say what you've been meaning to for too long. “It didn't work, Matt. Brady is my best friend but, he's not it for me.”

Matt’s eyes are wide, cheeks reddening with every passing second. He grabs a piece of toast and shoves half the thing in his mouth. He chews for a moment, swallows, and then clears his throat.

“He's...not it for you?” You shake your head.

“And…?”

You laugh, reaching for his hand. “And you are, Matty. It just, it took me a little longer than it should have to figure it out.”

Matt seems frozen in place, unsure of what his next move should be. Instead of speaking he wolfs down the rest of the toast.

“So you mean to tell me,” he stands, pacing in front of you, “that Brady was fucking with me?”

“Of course he was fucking with you,” you said exasperatedly. “It’s Brady. He's a dumbass though so he fucked with you over something that was causing you real pain. I - I was causing you real pain. And myself. And I’m sorry.”

Matt freezes, turning on his heel to face you.

“Say it,” he says, reaching a hand out to you.

A grin spreads across your face as you take it, letting him pull you up until you were standing chest to chest with him. He looks down at you with bright, hopefully blue eyes. He's already leaning down to meet your mouth with his when you say it.

“I love you too, Matty.”

fin (sort of)

#thank you guys so fucking much #matthew tkachuk imagine #brady tkachuk imagine #all for you series #calgary flames #ottawa senators #nhl imagine #hockey imagine #smut #angst

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awakenatmidnights · 4 years ago

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aftg hc where they visit a ghost town because i can't see why not????

andrew: take a guess, come on, it's not hard. of course this motherfucker had to pick every single lock in the town. the weird thing about it? he picked the lock, looked around the inside of the house and if he didn't find what we was looking for he just left. what he was looking for, neil didn't know. (also he might have locked neil inside each house more than a couple times, relishing every time he got out after just a few seconds wearing the most unimpressed look on his face) ((++ also, the thing he was looking for in the houses? graffiti. sometimes he found real, beautiful paintings, other times just dicks. well, he wasn't there to judge. better take what he could get.))

kevin: spent the three weeks prior to the trip researching all kinds of facts about the town and made sure to tell everyone every single detail about them ["someone once pushed their newborn from these stairs" "how the actual fuck have you even gotten this information kevin-"]. and to repeat it a few more times just in case, you know. for the people in the back. not because he couldn't stop talking about it, nah-uh. not him, wrong bitch.

dan: needless to say. pictures. pictures of everything. pretty flowers, the panorama with the mountains, last century's street lamps, old street signs, everything. and yes, she sure as hell climbed throughout the highest houses to make the picture fit more into the ✨aesthetic✨. that building is too tall for her to climb on it you say? fucking watch her. she can and she fucking will.

neil: at first he couldn't make out why everybody was so excited about this trip. i mean, what's so exciting about an abandoned town? people used to live here, now they don't, what's so special about it? he just followed andrew around for a while, listening to his probably made up ghost stories, making out with him in the deserted streets and basically living the dream until he figured out his own thing to do, which is? every single illegal thing imprinted in the what-you-can’t-do-in-a-ghost-town global agenda. stealing souvenirs, writing on the walls (in most cases something related to exy or a simple ‘hi:)’ bc this boy has no sense of civility smh), stomping on the rotten floorboards. you know, the basic. he also wanted to stay the night just so he could traumatize aaron and kevin but one can’t have everything, can he?

matt: found a random cat in the streets and proceeded to gave them food, water, his dorm keys, his heart, fifty bucks, every single thing he could find in his (dan's) bag. AND when the cat started purring in his hand oh boy was he gone. if someone asked him literally anything about the trip, the only thing he’d be able to talk about would be the damn cat. after he ran into it he couldn’t give one single shit about the town and he still strongly stands by that.

allison: she did not come to play, i can tell you that. when they got there some fucker had the guts to laugh at her 6 inches heels (about 15cm for my fellow europeans like me) and not only she made sure to kick him in the balls with said heels, but also managed to go back and forth the entire fucking town with them. not to demonstrate the fucker something, but because she can. the fucking power she holds. (++ insert here renee being a big lesbian™ watching her from afar)

aaron: he literally walked (mostly) alone around every single corner of the town ["aaron we're ready to go home, where are you?" "at the church" "there is a church????"] and asked kevin for the creepiest, weirdest facts about everything. it was a win-win situation for both of them, really. he is a sucker for these things and as he SHOULD leave him alone 😤

nicky: tried to follow aaron around for a while before realizing he was lost in his own world, so he got back to the others after no more than half an hour. he then proceeded to complain about having to walk so damn much because it shouldn't be an exy training and this should be their day off from the court for fucks sake. he also takes a lot of pictures and selfies for erik, and if he then spends the night skyping and laughing with him about every time any of the foxes slipped or fell in the concrete, then nobody has to know. (yes, he caught kevin slipping on camera. no, he hasn't showed him yet because he's too good of a soul to die this young. his words, definitely not mine.)

renee: she was everywhere at any given time, nobody still knows how. she helped matt feed the cat, walked around with andrew and neil, listened to kevin rambling all over the town. also, they only realize this the day later when talking about the trip, in the comfort of their dorms. dan lets casually slip something like "i was just about to fall from those stairs, thank god renee was there to catch me haha" and just laughs it off til nicky's like "??? what are you talking about??? i've been with renee almost the whole trip and you were literally in the opposite side of the town?????" and when they turn to her for explanations she just gives her most loving, innocent smile. today it's still unknown what really happened and they're not so sure they want to know anymore.

[[hey! editing this just to let you know that you can find the actual pics of the ghost town i visited here!!]]

#i went to a ghost town in august and this has been hanging around in my head since then #aftg #tfc #the foxhole court #aftg shitpost #all for the game #andrew minyard #neil josten #kevin day #renee walker #matt boyd #dan wilds #aaron minyard #allison reynolds #nicky hemmick #headcanon #hc #aftg headcanon #aftg hc

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13leaguestories · 4 years ago

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¼ I cannot thank you enough for sharing your talent with us ! <3 Since Chris can died (and is dead in your canon, handling him must be difficult because he's either an important character or someone completely disposable depending of the road you’ve chosen. When you gave him a “second chance at life” by allowing us to rescue him (and really thank you for that !) did you gave him another key part to play in the story, outside of being one of the romantic interest?

2/4 He's not like Uncle Matt who can thrive with a simple "oh I should call him" and then forget about him for three episodes before the next " I hope he’s fine". After all the work you did on his character (Chris) it would be quite sad (let’s be real, I would be quite sad, and yeah I sound like an egotistical bitch) to see him becoming part of the background and only appearing for romantic scene or emotional support (which are true delight!I’m not complaining about those when I read them)

¾ Sorry I’m rambling but I don’t want to sound patronizing or demanding. I respect you as a writer, I love the story and the depth you gave to your character and this is why I care about them. I can see all of them play a proactive part for the next seasons but Chris. Chris stays an enigma, 98% chances he’s going to better himself and assert his place in the gang but will it be relevant for the story, you’re the only one to know.

4/4 My question may be quite spoilerish so I will ask differently : Will Chris pass the Sexy Lamp Test ? Either way, I still like a Sexy Lamp. Please, enjoy your break, take care of yourself, drink your water. I’ll be waiting for you. Not in a creepy way. Sorry for my broken English but I have an excuse, I’m French.

Oh one last thing before I leave, I can't acces your discord via the link you gave here and on your patreon. I don't understand why. Sorry for the trouble. Thank you again ! <3

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Though canon Chris is dead, I don’t write him as such. To me, the story isn’t really complete without Chris so he will never just be another character that’s there just because you didn’t end up offing him and you happen to be romancing him. He’s as important and has a story to tell just like the others. So, you don’t have to worry about that.

I had to look up what the sexy lamp test was not gonna lie, still confused if only because a lamp can’t talk. So, if your character is in anyway saying something meaningful, won’t it always pass that test? Lmao, I’m down for having a discussion about this, I’m curious.

Here’s the link again, I don’t really know why it wouldn��t be working.

#superstition ask

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britishboystm · 4 years ago

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For You- Matt *Blinded By The Light (SMUT)

Warnings: Smut, Swearing, Ngl there is a bit of cliche cringe in here so beware👀, super fucking long wtf

A/N: Ok, ok. This one is hella long. Thanks to @blueeyedheizer for the inspo, hope you like it love:)

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“I’m telling you Y/N, he speaks to our generation. People like us who want to get out of Luton and see the world!”

“That’s great Javed.” The conversation that was happening while you and Javed walked home from college was less than exciting to you. He seemed super invested however, so you tried your best to let him rave about his new found obsession with Bruce Springsteen, some bloke from America that your dad listens to when fixing the car in the garage. You were more of a Cyndi Lauper and Madonna type.

You felt quite bad for Javed. No one really gave the poor lad the time of day. Not his dad, not the people at the college and most definitely not the community you guys lived in so you were his go to person. You had always been his confidant since you were kids.

Then there was Matt. The third of the trio. He took care of Javed. He was Javed’s protector against bullies in school. He himself was an eccentric personality. Very different from you and Javed. He loved girls, parties and synths. Once school was done, he had no desire to continue through to college. He was out of there.

But he finished the friendship puzzle and you relied on him as much as Javed did and vice versa.

It seemed like hours of him rambling and you tuning him out until you finally reached your neighbourhood. You, Javed and Matt all lived in the same cul de sac. It was where the three of you became best friends, then you were all enrolled into the same primary school down the road not long after. You guys became inseparable after that.

Everything was quite pleasant until you caught a glimpse of Matt. There he was, standing in all of his glory, sucking face with his latest fling, one you had not met yet. The image made your stomach churn and Javed noticed right away.

“Y/N, I really think you should tell him.”

“Tell him what?” Your eyes were glued to the car crash happening in front of you. See, you had developed feelings for Matt back in grade school, keeping it a secret to this day. The only person who knew was Javed.

He sighed and patted your back before walking towards the two love birds. The kissing was finally coming to an end and Matt pried himself off of her to notice the two of you.

“Javed, Y/N you muppets! ” His play thing grabbed onto his arm while he met you two half way.

“Hey Matt, how was Ibiza?” Javed asks reluctantly. Matt chuckles slightly, looking over proudly at his new arm candy. A look you had longed to receive from him one day.

“Met Emma over there, she lives nearby actually. It worked out brilliantly.”

You pretend to look happy.

“That sounds amazing Matt. Um, actually I’m going to have to run. My mum needs me home for dinner soon.”

“Leaving so soon?” Matt asked, soundly legitimately disappointed.

“I’ve been gone for weeks and this is all I get from you?” He pries a little further.

“Well some people actually have lives out of shagging girls and playing bar gigs so yeah I’ve got to go.” You didn’t mean to sound so harsh but seeing this Emma girl had your blood boiling. She seemed lovely and deserved no harsh feelings so you felt it best to walk away from the situation which would probably just get out of hand.

“Y/N what’s all this about?” Matt says, hurt evident in his eyes. You sighed deeply trying to contain yourself.

“Nothing, sorry. I’m just super knackered. I’ll catch up with you guys later okay?” You didn’t wait for a response, hoisting yourself on your bike that you had walked home and rolled over to your front door, not as much as a look back and wave.

You were hoping that the day would come when Matt would bring home a girl and it didn’t bother you. But it was just getting worse. After closing the front door, you leaned against it trying to calm yourself before running up to your room to wallow alone.

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Later that night you laid awake staring at your ceiling. The events from the afternoon had you in a frenzy. He really shouldn’t be affecting you like this, and yet here you were lying awake at the wee hours of the morning. It also didn’t help that there was light streaming into your bedroom window from Matt’s room.

You guys lived right next door to one another and your room windows faced each other, so most nights you would stay up and talk for hours on end from the windows edge.

You stood up, groaning. It was probably the same situation you had faced so many times before. Because Matt was in a band, there were many nights where he would leave his desk lamp on to work on melodies and lyrics. The light would keep you up, which you absolutely hated but you would never say anything.

Music was his life and you weren’t going to be the one to get in the way of that. With all the anger you were feeling though, tonight seemed easier to call him out on his bullshit. You approached your window and stood in front of it. But nothing could prepare you for what you would just witness. Straight ahead, stood Matt and Emma in very little clothing. Him in nothing but boxers and her in a matching set of red lace undies and bra. His hands were roaming her waist and landed on her perfect butt.

You couldn't help but feel self conscious. She had such a bangin body, nothing you thought you could compare too. Without hesitation you shut your blinds, not wanting to subject yourself to that anymore. You shakily laid back in bed and just started sobbing. The image of his lips attached to her neck as he loved every inch of her body made you weep. It had probably been all of the pent up emotions you were feeling. This was your first ever heart break.

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“Y/N! You need to eat before you head to work.” You tossed the sheets off of your body and huffed. The last thing you needed was a long shift at the mall jewelry store. The required outfit all employees had to wear laid in a heap in the corner of your room which you trudged over to and put on.Once you were ready you headed downstairs where your mom was organizing breakfast and your younger brother devoured his cereal.

“Matt dropped by not that long ago.”

“Oh yeah? What did he want?” You focused on pouring a cup of coffee for yourself while asking.

“Don’t know. Just said he needed to talk to you.” You turned around to look at your mom and sighed.

“I’m actually not really speaking to him at the moment.” Taking a sip of your liquid energy.

“Why? What happened?”

“It doesn’t matter. I’m going to be late so I’ll see ya” You grabbed an apple and gave your mom a kiss on the cheek before running out the door

“Bye love!” You were already gone.

Your trusty bike always stayed locked up at the side of the house so you walked over to go grab it before heading to work.

“Y/N!”

Oh god. Whatever was about to happen, you weren’t in the mood. You turned around to see Matt running down his front yard in nothing but an open button up and pants.

She probably stayed the night, you thought.

You gripped onto your bike harder. Hopefully this won’t take long.

“Y/N, wait I have to talk to you.” He tried to catch his breath.

“What Matt?” Your tone was pointed.

“What’s going on with ya? You were acting all strange yesterday. Did I do something?” He stood there defeated. He had no clue what he had done to piss off the most important girl in his life. His best friend.

You groaned and threw your head back.

“Nothing really. I’m sorry I was being a bitch yesterday but I’ve just been under a lot of stress with school.”

Lies. You were at the top of all your classes.

“So are we good?” He asks, eyes hopeful.

“Always Matt.” You gave a smile. But the hurt was still there. His face lights up and he embraces you into a tight hug.

“Ugh Matt, you need to shower mate. You smell like sweat and regret.”

“Aww, you love it. Don’t pretend my manly musk doesn’t turn you on.” He gives you a wink. He of course was playing around. Why wouldn’t he be? You were his best friend. You couldn’t help but have your breath catch in your throat when he winked at you though.

You pretended to be amused.

“Hah hah Matt, very charming. Anyways I’m off to work so…” The laughs being overly sarcastic.

“Oh actually I wanted to ask you one more thing.” You couldn’t help but feel an excitement bubble in your stomach.

“Yeah?” You ask, eyes sparkling

“I need your help with Javed’s birthday.” Tonight Matt was going to throw a surprise party for Javed.

“Oh.” You were slightly disappointed. You didn’t know what you wanted him to say but it definitely wasn’t that.

“You know how I always want him to come to my parties but it’s impossible to get him there?”

“Yeah?”

“Well his parents trust you more than me by a long shot so I need you to pick him up and tell them your taking him to the library or some stupid shit like that.”

“Javed doesn’t know right?” You ask.

“Yeah, and it has to stay that way okay? Alright thanks love. I appreciate it.”

He comes in for one more hug and a kiss on the head.

“No worries Matt. See you tonight.”

He waves and starts walking back towards his house. Emma is waiting in nothing but one of his shirts (your favourite shirt of his nonetheless) in the doorway, watching the exchange go down.

You sigh and mount your bike, heading to work.

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That night you dressed up a tad bit. Of course it would raise suspicion if you showed up to Javed’s front door with what you had on so you snuck into your parents room and grabbed one of your dad’s old trench coats.

You let out a nervous puff of air as you sneaked past the living room where your mom was passed out in front of the tv. East Enders playing loudly on the screen. Your 5 year old brother laid on top of her asleep as well. It was pretty cute but there was no time to waste so you quietly snuck out.

The air was slightly nippy from the April weather. But you knew Javed’s house was just across the road so you didn’t mind.

You knocked on the door, hoping Javed would answer so it would be a quick exchange before getting him out of the house but alas, his father answered.

Shit, new plan.

“Hi Mr Khan. Is Javed around?”

“Why?” Uhhhhhh.

“We planned on going to the library to study.”

“Where are your books?” Fuck.

“I just got off work so I still need to drop by my house first.” Nice save Y/N.

He looked at you suspiciously then called out for Javed.

“Javed, your pretty friend is here.” You couldn’t help but giggle but it was cut short when Javed came down the stairs.

“Dad I told you this morning. Y/N and I are going to the library to study.” He had no clue what he was in for.

“Right well you two be good and get your work done.” He wagged a fatherly finger at you both and you nodded. As much as Javed and his dad has their problems, you could tell he wanted what was best for his son. Javed waved goodbye as the door shut behind him. Three heavy textbooks in his arms

“Where are your books Y/N? And what’s with the coat?”

“Oh Javed. You're so smart and yet so naive. Drop the books.” He gives you a confused look and you smirk, putting a sleeping mask over his eyes.

“What are you doing?” He seemed a little panicked as you grabbed the books from him and placed them behind the bush beside the stairs.

“Just relax.” You chuckle leading him away from the house.

He kept his hands out in front of him, trying to get used to the fact that he couldn’t see. It didn’t take long to approach Matt’s. You knew a bunch of people were already inside hiding, trying to stay quiet but failing miserably, probably already pissed drunk. You opened the door and Javed called out towards you. “Y/N? Where are we? Can I take this thing off?” You gently removed it from his eyes, darkness still filling the room. You quickly turned the light switch on and everyone came jumping out from different objects and doorways.

“Surprise!” Everyone yelled.

Javed jumped back a little in your arms. The celebration didn’t last long though because after they did what they were instructed to do, they all went back to playing loud music and talking. Most of the people here didn’t even know Javed, but they did know free booze.

“Happy Birthday mate!” Matt approached, slightly tipsy with a drink in his hand.

“Matt, what is all this?” Javed seemed a little upset.

“It’s your surprise party. I thought you would like it.”

“Is it hot in here?” Javed interrupts.

It seemed as though everything was too overwhelming for him. The smell of weed and beer was heavy and his mind was getting clouded. This was definitely not his scene.

“Shit. Hey, Javed, why don’t we go upstairs for a bit yeah?” You grabbed his arm knowing how to calm him down. Matt looked at you with a sorry look in his eyes.

“It’s okay Matt. Just give us a minute.” You said before pushing Javed upstairs. Matt quickly grabbed your wrist, his eyes looking deep into yours. They were soft and sincere. He felt awful.

“You going to be okay?” You smile and nod. Out of nowhere Emma shows up, super drunk. She wraps herself around Matt.

“Hey babe? Want to go somewhere a bit more private?” She giggled and nibbled at his ear. He gave you one last look.

You nodded telling him to go have fun. She giggles again and grabs his face, going straight in for a make out. Matt now seemed a tad bit preoccupied. You turned around trying to block it out, while also trying to get Javed into a quieter space. You open a couple doors, either people making out in them or drunkenly crying about their ex. You huffed and finally opened the door to Matt’s dad's office. Empty since it was off limits but for you and Javed there was an exception.

Javed let out a big sigh and you rested your head against the wall as you both sat on the carpeted floor.

“You know Matt did all of this for you. He may have missed the mark but it’s his way of showing that he cares.”

Javed looks over and nods.

“No I know, I just get worried about what would happen if I ever got caught up in that type of crowd. What my parents would think.”

“I understand.” You reply. It’s silent for a moment.

“Oh wait. I totally forgot. Happy Birthday mate.” You pull out a couple wrapped gifts from the pocket of the trench coat you had just taken off, handing them off to Javed.

He gives you a wide smile and rips open the wrapping paper to reveal a couple of Bruce Springsteen cassettes.

Writing on the front of one of the cassette said,

To J,

The biggest boss I know

Love, Y/N

He chuckles lightly before awkwardly crawling towards you and giving you a hug.

“I love it Y/N, thank you.” You smile and ruffle his hair.

“No problem at all. I’m always here for you, J you know that.”

“I know. Same here.” He smiles.

Silence filled the room, nothing but Matt’s weird music causing the walls to shake.

“So is tonight the night you are going to tell him?”

You groan and bring your knees into your chest, resting your head between them.

Not this again.

“Javed!” You whine. You really didn’t want to have this conversation right now. It was his party for christ sakes.

You should be celebrating, not venting. And besides, it would be highly inappropriate since he has a girlfriend.

“I know you hate it when I pry but I’m going to be honest with you.” You look up at Javed waiting for him to continue.

“It’s kind of annoying watching you pine over him from afar. I’ve been subjected to it for years. It’s my birthday I think you owe me one.”

You scoff.

“You’re something else you know that?”

He shrugs and smirks.

“You have been head over heels since year 7. Don’t you think you deserve that closure?” You sigh and close your eyes, leaning your head against the wall again.

“I ju-, We are such different people. Yes I may be madly in love with him but… I don’t know. His type is for sure not me. I’ll just have to get used to the fact that he will never feel the same way that I do.”

Tears threaten to spill and Javed is quick to come over and comfort you.

“It’s okay. You never know unless you try.”

“But what if it ruins our friendship. He means too much to me to jeopardize that.”

“I don’t know what to say to you Y/N.”

You sigh and wipe your tears suddenly feeling parched.

“I’ll be right back, just going to go grab a drink. You want anything?”

“I’m good.” His voice laced with sympathy.

You nod and get up, a little wobbly but you find your footing. You turn the nob and open the door only to walk right into someone.

Your eyes meet their chest but you already know who it is. Your eyes slowly look up to meet Matt’s.

He looks as though he has just seen a ghost. You're frozen in place, wondering if it’s worth fleeing or retreating back into the dark office space.

“I was coming to check on you guys. Is it true that you have feelings for me?” He asks suddenly, his face still in shock.

“Are you in love with me?” You bow your head in shame, not wanting to make eye contact with him.

“It’s okay Matt just forget it.” You slip past him and start walking away. You wanted to get the hell out of there but you couldn’t leave Javed alone so instead you keep your word and go find the drinks.

Matt follows you down the stairs and over to the kitchen where you were pretending to be busy finding a drink, your mind actually racing after what had just happened.

“Y/N.” He says beside you. You ignore him. He lightly grabs your face so you have no choice but to look into his blue eyes.

“Talk to me.” You push his hand away.

“There’s nothing to talk about Matt.”

He sighs and grabs your hand, pulling you away from the alcohol and into a quiet corner.

“We can’t just pretend I didn’t hear what you said up there. Y/N, do you have feelings for me? Be honest.”

“I might have some feelings for you.” He sighs and rubs his eyes in aggravation.

“I can’t believe you're making me do this.” You frown in confusion.

“Make you do what?” He doesn’t respond but instead walks away from you. Your heart shatters a bit, knowing deep down he wasn’t going to reciprocate and that you would ruin the friendship.

You can’t help but follow him and try to patch up whatever damage you had just caused. But you are stopped in your tracks. You see Emma and Matt talking. She looks upset and suddenly she slaps him across the face, leaving the party in a state. You flinched at the sound but run over to him.

“Matt what did you just do.”

“Was it not obvious?” He looked a little aggravated.

“What are you talking about.” Now you were getting annoyed. He wasn’t being clear with you. The same way you hadn’t been clear with him since year 7.

Once again he grabs your hand and pulls you upstairs. You thought that you guys would go back to the office but he enters the door beside it. His bedroom.

“Matt you're freaking me ou-“ He pushes you against his bedroom door and presses his lips against yours. Your eyes open wide and before it can go any further you push him off of you.

“Bloody hell Matt. You have a girlfriend!” You yell at him as he breathes heavily.

“What do you think I was doing down there? I was breaking up with her… for you.” You laugh in astonishment.

“You broke up with your girlfriend because I said I had feelings for you? Have you gone mad?”

“You don’t understand Y/N. I’ve been in love with you since we first met. I always thought you were beautiful, smart, funny, fun…. Look I may not have realized it then because I was 6 but still, once I understood what love meant I knew I had always loved you. Every girl I have been with has been a distraction to get over you. Now that I know you feel the same way, I’m all yours.”

You looked at him like he was a crazy person.

“You’re fucking insane.” You scoff.

“Insane about you.” You laugh again.

“Oh wow, you find that one on a bubblegum wrapper?” That line was probably the most cringey thing you have ever heard.

He smiles widely. He had always loved to see you laugh. It brightened his day.

“Y/N I’m serious.” He slowly walks back towards you and lightly pushes you back against his door. His left hand leaning against it beside your head.

Your breathing becomes very prominent as he leans down to leave a kiss on your neck.

“Tell me you love me.” He mumbles into your skin. You can’t help but release a small moan.

“Tell me you love me Y/N.” He sounded a bit desperate and honestly you were just as desperate as he was.

“I love you.” You respond in a breathy tone. He groans in pleasure and the kisses along your neck become deeper and they begin moving to different parts of your face. Soon your lips catch his and he holds your face in his hands while he slips his tongue down your throat.

“I’m so sorry it took this long.”

“Me too.” You gasp as he places his hand over your heat.

“Do you want to do this?” He let’s go and stops everything, looking into your eyes.

“Because I am okay with waiting.” He says, his face all blissed out.

You’ve been pent up for too long for this not to happen so you grab his hand and put it back where it was originally.

“I want you to fuck me Matthew.” His dick twitched in his pants when you said that. You had only ever said his full first name when you were really pissed at him. Now it had a whole new meaning. He liked it.

“Oh baby.” He smirks hoisting you up and swiping all of his lyrics off his desk and placing you down on top of it. You couldn’t help but laugh at the cheesiness as you held onto his neck. It felt like a stupid rom-com. But you didn’t care because you were with him. You kick your white heeled boots off, hating how they squeezed your feet anyways.

He began attacking your neck while between your legs, leaning you back slightly. You shifted your head to give him better access. You couldn’t help but stare out his window, looking into your room.

You were now one of his girls. So many times had there been glances into his bedroom, a new girl wrapped around him.

Jealousy always took over you. But now knowing he only did it because he couldn’t have you turned you on. You smirk slightly as he begins to remove your jean jacket.

“Maybe we should move this over to the bed.” You whisper in his ear. He nods and leaves you, the cold in the room making you shiver. He goes and jumps on his bed, excited like a little kid on Christmas. Trying to spice things up, you walk over to his record player and begin looking through his music library.

“Y/N!” He whines. He’s already taking down his pants and boxers, getting ready for you. You purposely take your time and evilly smirk at him while he begins to pleasure himself, waiting.

“I’m just finding some music.” You simply state trying not to drool over him stroking himself. You finally find a Led Zeppelin record that probably belonged to his dad and place it on the record player.

He groans and throws his head back on the pillow as he speeds up his movements. You crawl over to him, the music playing softly, his other music downstairs overpowering it.

He is quick to grab and pin you down onto his bed. Your arms held in place above your head

“You are so beautiful.” You smile and lift your head slightly to give him a kiss. He shifts a bit down your body and gives you a look, asking for permission. You nod so he starts to gently pull down the straps of your dress, then pulling the top down exposing your bra. It wasn’t as nice as Emma’s but it was uniquely you. A light purple with butterflies. He smiled down at you.

“So beautiful.” He starts to trickle kisses down your neck, then the exposed part of your breasts.

“Just take the bloody thing off Matt.”

“My pleasure.” He smirks. You arch your back slightly so he can work the clasp. It comes off after a couple of attempts and he throws the material to the side. You lay there complety bare from the waist up.

He bites his lip before dipping his head down and taking a nipple into his mouth. You close your eyes in pleasure, tingles moving down your back as you grip his hair.

“Feels so good.” You sputter out as he continues to suck on your chest. Some hickeys included. His tongue swirls around your nipple making you even more sensitive, a build up occurring in your lower stomach.

He lifts his head up and kisses you before pushing himself further down your body, gripping the sides of your dress and pulling it off of you completely, chucking it beside your bra.

His hands graze over your Saturday undies and he’s about to pull them down. You stop him however, bringing him back up so he’s face to face with you.

“Matt. Do you mean everything you are saying? I don’t want to be another number to your body count. This is real to me.” He smiled softly and lays beside you, giving you a peck on the lips.

“I’m serious about this Y/N.” You sigh and look up at the ceiling, in nothing but your underwear. All the times you had laid on his bed while doing homework over the years, you never thought you would end up like this. You weren’t complaining though.

“Let me take over for a bit yeah?” You say looking over at Matt. He smirks and kisses you once more before you jump up and straddle his waist, helping him take off his blue button up, leaving him stark naked other than his bracelets which you always secretly loved.

You lean down and plant kisses on his lips. Then you moved down to his neck, sucking bright purple hickies into his skin. You had a pattern going. Your lips continued down further his body. His chest, stomach that you always have adored when you guys went swimming throughout your school years. You made your way down to his pubic bone ready to take his dick into your mouth.

“Please love, stop teasing and put it in your mouth.” He almost looked like he was in pain. The back of his hand laid on his forehead while he winced, eyes tightly shut and lips pressed into a thin line.

“My pleasure.” You say softly, lightly gripping his throbbing member into your hand.

You slowly began stroking it. A tight enough grip where every once in a while you grazed your thumb over the tip, his thighs clenching every time you did so. You kept a mental note of that.

“Holy fuck! ” He cried out.

You kept going for a bit, pre cum leaking from the head.

Taking this as a signal you wrapped your lips around the tip and licked a couple swirls clockwise.

Matt wasn’t having it though because his hand shot up and gripped your hair, lightly pushing you deeper down his shaft. Surprised you choked a bit, which he caught right away and lifted you up.

“You okay?” He tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. You smiled and nodded.

“I’m fine, just surprised is all.” He sighs in relief, and lays back down, an arm going under his head.

“Sorry I shouldn’t have forced you.”

“I don’t feel forced love” you reply, adoring the sound of calling him love.

Instead of going back to sucking him off you decide to just go for it.

“Um Matt. You have a condom on you?” He shoots up and leans over to his bedside table, you still in his lap.

“I can’t believe we are doing this.” He says all giddy. You snort and wait for him to get the piece of rubber on his member.

It takes him a second but once he does it he flips you over so you are under him. He helps your shimmy out of your underwear then he brings you into a kiss while he uses his other hand to line himself up with your centre. Once he finds it he slowly enters, a guttural moan leaves his lips. Once he is fully inside you, he leans his forehead against yours, breathing heavily through his nose. A tear slips out from your eye from how tight you are and he notices, wiping it away.

“I’ll move in a second. There is no rush.” You nod, silently thanking him for waiting. Once your body is accustomed to his length you give him a tap and he slowly starts coming out. He then enters again, a steady speed developing. You whimper and let out heavy breaths as he slowly pounds into you.

“Go faster. For fuck sake Matt, go faster.” He speeds up leaving your eyes to roll in the back of your head. It felt so right having him inside of you. You were in pure bliss.

Sweat starts forming on his forehead and his tongue sticks out slightly as he pounds into you relentlessly. You weren’t totally there yet so you let him circle your clit with his index and middle finger helping you build up faster. Once you got there you cried out,

“I’m gonna fucking cum Matt!”

“Look down love.”

You followed his orders and watched as his length moved in and out from your dripping core. That was enough to finish you so you nodded.

“Yup I’m there, I’m there. Cum with me baby.” You try to coherently say. He starts to twitch inside of you and you both let out loud moans of release.

He cums into the condom and crashes onto your chest, still inside of you.

The record had stopped but music from downstairs and yelling could still be heard from all corners of the house.

Inside the room was all pants and heavy breathing,

“That. Was. Fucking. Amazing.” He breathed out while you rubbed his back and played with his hair.

I love you Y/N.” He mumbled into your breasts. You laugh slightly at his childishness.

“I love you too bub.”

“We should have done that so much sooner.” He lifts his head up from your bare chest to say.

“What does this mean for us?” you ask, a slight worry in your voice.

“I want nothing more than to be with you Y/N. I would do anything for you.”

You smile, pushing his head back into your chest. He starts to lull off, listening to your heartbeat and breathing.

“Oh my god Javed!” You were brought out of your dreamland, remembering your best friend you left in that room about half an hour ago.

Matt’s eyes went wide and you both shot up from the bed and began to get dressed. Hopefully he was okay and wasn’t in a corner crying.

Once you were both somewhat collected, other then Matt’s badly done buttoning job of his shirt and both or your disheveled hair, you ran out.

You open the office door beside Matt’s room. He wasn’t in there.

“Shit.” You mutter, running downstairs. Matt close behind you. The party on the main floor stayed alive and well, even with the host's absence.

You look around and notice a group laughing in the living room. You walk in to see Javed, holding a blunt telling a funny story to a group of very interested people. He was the life of the party.

“Matt come here, you won’t believe this!” You call out to your now boyfriend.

He joins you and looks at Javed all surprised.

“J?” He asks. Javed stops his fascinating story and walks over to the two of you.

“Hey guys. I’m sorry for earlier. I’m having a great time. Really thank you for the party Matt.”

“No problem J.” Matt looked dumbfound.

“I’m sorry I left you in the office J, I got caught up.” You try to explain yourself. Javed smirks at the likes of the two of you.

“No worries and by the way thank you for the birthday present. “ You look at him confused.

“Now I don’t have to listen to you whine about Matt anymore. Same with you mate.” Your eyes went wide.

“Wait what? You knew all along Matt liked me back and never said anything.” He shrugs

“It was never my place. Anyways, next time just remember that the walls are thin in this place.” He winks before walking off, starting to talk to some girl from college.

You and Matt stand there dumbfounded.

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notveryglittery · 4 years ago

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gn posipost!! (08/27/20)

what up, i’m dani, i’m 27, and i never fucking stopped missing keyleth

critical role!! the literal last, like, minute of the episode and matt describing my girl and me just breaking down in tears lol

mac and cheese

tmce helping keep me awake by letting me ramble about stuff

one monthiversary :) 💚

i finally got my car back the other day after it being in the shop for over a month can i get a wahoo

writing a lamp fic and really happy with how it’s coming along so far!

the cute positive reactions from teaching some folks in the powerless server how to use the \ to cancel italics/bold text

blink’s birthday!!!!!!!!!! she’s so cute i love her

the tommyinit & dream start a church video (specifically the second half) that had me crying with laughter

#gn posiposts #it was like 11pm when i started making this post and now it's 1am hello??#discord adventures #blink #greenery

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sammy-jo1977 · 5 years ago

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Winning the Heart of the Devil

Okay! New story lol. All mistakes are mine.

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Alex (my oc)

Warnings: Just a bit of sexy times. Not full on smut Bit of cursing

Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Daredevil or any related characters.

And now... Here goes lol. Also Big Huge Shout out to @sllooney for the insights and help and all in all listening to me ramble ideas! You’re Awesome

Matt Murdock has a new neighbor. Sweet, funny, flirty as hell. Should he get involved? Can he stop himself? Does he want to? And most of all, can he keep the fact that he’s Daredevil a secret. Without her getting caught in the cross hairs.

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"Shit!" The curse and a clatter of boxes, and the objects they held, hit the side of the wall and floor. "No it's fine.....ugh.... Just dropped the boxes I was carrying........ No, I said I got it....... Look I'll call you later...... Yeah. Bye" The voice muffled through the walls. More noise. Stuff being dropped back into the boxes. Frustrated huffs. Whomever was out in the hallway was having a difficult day it seemed. Finally curiosity got the better of him. As he made it to his own door. More noises emitted from the hall. More curses. Someone's body connects with the wood of the door. And apparently sliding down it to sit on the floor. Matthew opened his own door. "Rough night?" A heavy sigh and a dull this as if she had lifted her head just briefly and let it fall back again. "You could say that. Sorry if I woke you." The quick inhale and muttered curse told him her eyes must've been closed before. And her heart rate did jump up in pace just a little. She seemed to give him a good once over look before pushing herself up from the floor. "It's fine. I was up anyway." The smirk on his lips had her heart rate up a bit more. "You just move in?" It took her a second to realize he had spoken again. She caught herself staring. The dark grey sweatpants he had on set low on his hips. And the tee shirt fit just right across his chest. She swallowed thickly and had to clear her throat before she could answer. "Yeah. Um. Yesterday. Last of the stuff today. Not my day really. Locked myself out..second day and I locked myself out." She scrubbed at her eyes a little and pinched the bridge of her nose. 'Great.. Rambling to the new, really hot neighbour... Smooth Alex' "Shit... I'm sorry. I tend to ramble when I'm tired." He chuckled and leaned more into the door frame crossing his arms across his chest. "So not just a rough night then?”

She scoffed and leaned back against the wall. "Nah, more like a week." She tried not to stare. Her mother had always taught her not to. But the man was built. Not overly so. And his hair was ruffled like he had run his hands through it. The way his head tilted sometimes reminded her of a dog she had as a kid. Cute. The scruff that covered his jaw. The red tinted glasses had slid a little ways down his nose but not enough to see what color his eyes were. Something which Alex found herself getting more curious about. Why the glasses for one. "So you managed to lock yourself out right? Do you have a couple bobby pins?" She was too busy staring at his lips when his tongue swept out to wet them to hear what he said. "Sorry what?" One eyebrow quirked up over the frame of his glasses and that Damn smirk was back. "Hair pins? Or wait. I probably have a couple paperclips inside. Do you wanna?" He gestured inside. Her bottom lip pulled in between her teeth. He caught scratch of her nail against the seam of her shorts. A couple nervous habits he guessed. "Sure. Um yeah. Thanks." Matt stepped back a little to leave room for her to go past. His apartment was dark save for a myriad of lights coming in through the living room window. "Wow... That's uh... Hell of a view you got." He chuckled. Pulling a couple paper clips from the stacks of files sitting on his coffee table. "Yeah. Had a few tell me it's pretty bad. Good thing though. Cheaper rent." She turned away from the window to say something else but stopped. It dawned on her then and she felt stupid for not noticing it sooner. 'Shit. He's blind. The glasses make sense now.' "I uh.. Shit. Sorry. I didn't realize..." He broke into a grin and ducked his head down as one hand went up to scratch at the nape of his neck. "It's okay. I mean I don't start out with ' Hey names Matt. Oh yeah I'm blind too.' It's nothing to worry about. I'm used to it." "Matt? Short for Matthew I take it." Her tone was different. Bit lower. Flirty. He chewed on his bottom lip a bit before nodding. Her body temp jumped. Heart rate too. "Alex." He nodded back towards the door. That smirk back on his lips. "Well Alex... Shall we see about getting you back into your apartment?" Back out in the hallway. He crouched down in front of her door. Balanced on the balls of his feet, the sweats he wore pulled tights against all the right places. Alex caught herself staring at his thighs and backside more than twice. The way the muscles in his arms and back moved. The way his bottom lip pulled in between his teeth. She watched as he bent the two paper clips. "Wait. So how does this work? A blind guy picking a lock." A smile pulled at his lips. "You'd be amazed at how much the other senses take over to fill in for one that's lost." His head dipped low close to the door. She quieted down to let him work and just watched as his hands worked. The way his tongue came out to wet his chapped lips. The subtle tilting of his head. A small, barely audible whine passed her lips without her really even noticing. The smirk followed by the low chuckle caught her attention. "You sure make it difficult to concentrate Alex." She leaned into the wall. Ankles crossed. Arms crossed over her chest. Thoughts that would make her mother kick her running rampant through her mind. "Hey. You're the one practically on his knees." The words left her mouth before she could even process the thought. And when her brain finally caught up to her mouth, her hand came up quick to cover her lips. Her face redder than the fire extinguisher down the hall. "Oh my god. I uh.. Wow okay." He had stopped messing with the lock when she had made the comment. Unable to stop himself from laughing. "On a roll tonight huh?" All she could do was groan in embarrassment and laugh a little in response. Matt shook his head and went back to working on getting her into her apartment. apartment. Finally with a few more subtle twists of the clips he was in. "There we are." She squealed happily which only made the smile on his face get brighter. "Oh god you're incredible! I could almost kiss you!" He bent down and picked up the box she had dropped earlier and held it out to her. "It's nothing. Anything I can do to keep a pretty girl from being stuck out in the cold." She ducked her face down, blushing. "How do you.." "And yeah. I know. It's the voice. And your laugh. That's how I know. Beautiful. But I think trouble too." She stepped closer to take the box from him. Her hands brushed across the top of his. "I know it's late. But would you maybe wanna come in? For a drink I mean. Least I can do for you, help me." He chuckled and that smirk that made her knees a little weak was back. "I mean unless it's too late. I'm sure you gotta get up early." He could hear the backpedaling tone. "I'd love to." The quick intake of a breath. Heart rate spiked. And maybe a little something else he noticed earlier when he was picking the lock. Arousal. She led him into the apartment and over to the barstool she had set up. "Similar setup to your place. Just without the roof access." After pulling two beers from the fridge and passing on to him, she moved to the other stool. Her blood ran hotter watching him. She only prayed he couldn't hear how badly her heart raced. But it was almost like he could. And knew it. He knew it was and was toying with her alittle. Course for whatever reason Alex almost wanted him to. "Do you always wear those?" Her question broke through the tension. "No. But yeah most of the time. Sometimes uh.. People get a little uncomfortable." She seemed to consider that comment for a moment. He took this moment to take more of her in. The lingering scent of possibly her body wash from he guessed earlier that morning. Subtle so it took a second to pin down. O tea and cucumber. When she ran her hand through her hair he caught the scent of green apple too. All of this mixed with her own body chemistry was getting to his head a little. "Can I ask what happened?" He nodded more to himself. "Accident when I was a kid." He caught the quiet gasp. He waited for a bit. She practically sat at the edge of the stool. She had more questions but didn't want to press the issue. "Can I..?" The question breathy, fell away before she could finish. Her heart still pounded in her chest. She was nervous. Her hands shook just slightly. "Hmm?" With his elbows propped up on the bar. He turned his head towards her. Almost looking at her over the frame of his glasses. He could hear how her breath shuddered from her mouth. He felt the temperature raise around her. Making the combination of scents that seemed uniquely her permeate the air. "Could I see?... Your eyes I mean." Matt sat his bottle gently on the counter. He took a deep breath, letting her scent invade him. His knee brushed hers bringing a gasp from her lips. Her body trembled. With the only way he could see, small lightning flashes of fire danced around her. He caught her hand that started to reach for him on his own. His thumb brushing the sensitive skin of her wrist as he brought it down to rest on his knee. With his other, he reached up and slid the glasses off. His eyes seemed to focus on a point just past her. The ember color shone in the lamp light. "Beautiful" He could hear the smile in her voice. "Been so long since I've seen my own reflection. Hard to remember the color." She remained quiet. All except her breath that echoed from the mouth of the beer bottle she picked back up. "Alex?" "Hmm?" Her response came out as more of a hum. She watched him as he moved slowly closer to her. "Do you have any idea how badly I want to kiss you?" The question didn't register in her brain for a second. All Alex knew was that she found herself sliding off the stool and stepping closer to him. His hand that had held hers and fallen to his knee had let go and was marking a path along her side. From where she stood and when he tipped his head up it was almost like he really could see her. His eyes held hers in a sort of unfocused trance. "Show me?" She didn't mean for it to come out like a question. But before she could come up with anything else to make it sound like she wasn't some cheesy cliche, he pulled her closer with that hand at the small of her back. His lips connected with hers. Not rushed by any means. His free hand had come up to rest at the nape of her neck, which he used to deepen the kiss when she stepped even closer. Her body almost burned pulled flush against his own. He took his time. Just small and slow pulls at her lips. The tip of his tongue traced against hers when she pulled away but not out of reach. Her fingers that rested on his thigh fisted in the fabric of his sweats. Her other hand in his chest. Her breath mingled with his in short huffs. Her heart thundered in her chest threatening to burst. But in the short few moments she tired of the teasing. He could tell in the change of her breath. The light nip of her teeth on his bottom lip. It was at the moment, everything stopped. A noise broke through lust in both their minds. He didn't pay attention enough to place the tune. Just knew it wasn't his. Her forehead against his. Her lips had stopped at the sound. A few muttered curses which caused him to chuckle. "Give me just a sec." He leaned in and kissed her gently. She leaned in and moaned into the kiss. Her phone stopped. Only to go off again. This time she just pulled her phone from her pocket, glanced at it for just a second and pulled away just enough to answer. "What?" The frustration made him chuckle. He moved his attention from her mouth down her jaw. "Seriously? No. Out of the question. Look I'm kinda busy." Down from her jaw following the column of her throat. His hand traced down her spine. Bringing her closer. His other grasped at her hip. Her voice was getting breathy. Strained to keep some composure as he continued. "Fuc.... Okay seriously if it's not life or death. Don't call for the next few hours okay. Bye." The phone clattered to the counter and her focus was back on him. Her fingers moved up into his hair. Her short nails scraped a little against his scalp. A moan from him that she could almost feel. Her chest rose and fell in heavy pants. Low whines left her mouth through her bitten bottom lip. He shifted her body with the hold he had on her. His knee dropped and pushed its way between her thighs. Her shorts rode up. Her skin almost burned against his hand. The softness of her body is addicting. He pulled her leg up. The new position and added pressure brought a gasp and loud moan from her lips. Her thigh hitched up over his hip, using the stool leg as an anchor. All she wanted was to get her other leg around his hips and feel the effect she was having on him. Judging by the definite hard length against her thigh trapped between his, he was unlike anyone she had been with. The thought sent a steady fire burning through her veins. Fueled by his hand and mouth on her. He seemed to have found a spot on her neck that he favored. And decided to leave a mark. She clung to him. Her hips moving on their own against him. Or maybe his hands on her rocked her against him. Either way it was almost too much. "M... Matt I..." His arm went around her back. Holding like a vise, pinned to him. He had stopped kissing her too. His head tilted up, lips hovered just barely against her jaw. Brought so close to the edge and then for him to stop. Her whole body shook, even her breath as her pulse raced. Even his own breath came out in hot puffs against her jaw. His heart thundered in his own chest. "Fuc...Matt." She looked down at him. His eyes centered on her mouth. His own lips opened to say something but a chuckle came out instead of words. "Alex..." He swallowed, licked his lips. "Do you want this?.. We can stop now. I'll go." He held her. Both quiet except for their breathing. Her eyes took in everything she could of his face. The deepness of his eyes. The scruff along his jaw. The redness of his lips. " I.." Just as she started to answer, her phone went off blaringly loud in the thick silence. "God! Shit...What?" Between the curse and her reaching and answering her phone, he still held her. "Shit, sorry. Yeah I uh. Yeah sure. Give me a half hour?" Her head dropped to his shoulder. Her fingers still in his hair scratched at his scalp lightly as she set the phone back down. "Bad news?" She huffed out a laugh. "Yeah. I gotta go. That was my um boss. One of the girls didn't show so I gotta go in." He turned to kiss her neck lightly, humming a little against her skin causing her to shiver. "So.. To be continued?" He felt her head tip up as she brushed her lips against his throat. The small lick right before the kiss made him moan softly. His grip on her tightened. "Most definitely to be continued. But you have to let me go for now." Matt did so rather unwillingly. She took her time disentangling herself from him and stepped away. She headed off in the direction of her bedroom to change. "Where do you work? If you don't mind my asking." A bit of shuffling. A couple dull thuds. Rustling of fabric. "A bar. Figured I'm more of a night owl so I don't mind the late shifts. So dive bar down the block. Not the greatest joint but I guess it'll work." "Which one? I might know it." Her boots fell to the floor as she walked past her couch. Her jeans pulled tight as she sat down to put them on. Her shirt falling open to show the tank top she had slipped on. "Murray's. Only one that would hire on short notice. I've only been back in the city a few days." He turned his head towards her as she made her way back across the floor towards him. His hand met her hip as she stepped back into the space still open between his legs. His other hand went up into her hair that was now loose around her shoulders. The kiss was less urgent but still filled with heat. She moaned against his lips. One arm wrapped around the back of his neck. The other hand at his waist. Fisting in the fabric. Her phone went off again. But just briefly signally a text. It was enough to get her attention though. She pulled out of the kiss. Her head falling back while she stayed pressed against him. Giving him full opportunity to kiss his way down her throat. His hands finding their way up to the edge of her shirt. "You are making this very difficult Matthew." The words that left her mouth mixed with a groan and heavy breaths. He smirked against her skin. A low chuckle and he lifted his head just enough to speak. "This is not my fault. Seems I've become a little addicted to the noises you make." She stepped out of his arms, pulling him from the stool. "Well. Let me get through this night that'll be filled with a bunch of assholes and cigarette smoke first. Then maybe we can see what other noises you can get outta me. Or maybe what I can get outta you." Now she was teasing. Challenging him. And he was never one to let a challenge go unanswered. Once outside her door, he waited while she locked up. But when she turned back to him he pulled her to him again. Close enough he could've crashed his lips to hers again but he stopped. Just a breath away. "Keep this up Alex. You won't have a voice or be able to walk by the time I'm done. Now get outta here before I keep you for myself." He pressed a brief kiss. His words had spiked almost every reaction her body could've made. Her heart pounded. Chest heaved with every breath. And her scent alone made even his head swim. He pushed her back just a little to move her along. And only turned back to his own door when he heard her boots hit the sidewalk outside.

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