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melanieph321 · 2 years ago

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IT'S HERE PART TWOOO!!

Lichantony - Back To Me Part 2

Summary - A two part series about how Antony comes to live with Lisandro and his girlfriend upon his first arrival at Manchester United.

"Licha, please tell Antony that he looks hot in that shirt?"

Was she crazy? He was determined not to direct his eyes at Antony. Not until he had closed the last buttons to his shirt. It was bad enough that he was living with them until he had found a house in Manchester. Lisandro had never felt so uncomfortable in his home as he did during the last few days that Antony had been staying with him and his girlfriend.

"Yeah it looks nice." He mumbled, eyes still gazing up at the lamp in the sealing.

"You're not even looking."

He sighed and lowered his gaze. A sudden shock went through his body, traveling downwards and weighing heavily in the pit of his stomach. Antony had developed a more fashion sense sine he left Ajax. He wore more bling and diamonds now, however he was still rocking that slick back platinum blond hair. A color Lisandro hated that he loved on Antony.

"Right, doesn't he look sexy?" His girlfriend said excited. She was proud of having picked out both Lisandro's and Antony's outfits for the evening. They were going out tonight to some fancy bar in town. A few players and their girlfriends would be there so Lisandro's girlfriend suggest that they'd go since it would be a good way to further introduce Antony to a few people in the team.

"Maybe I'll get cold with so many buttons open." Antony said, covering the exposed skin on his chest with his hand.

"No, no, it's fashion, right Licha?"

"Huh?" Lisandro batted his lashes, diverging his eyes from Antony's chest to his eyes. Heat rose to his cheeks as Antony smirked. He had caught him staring.

"It's fashion no?" His girlfriend said, insisiting that Antony wore his shirt unbuttoned underneath his jacket.

"Can we just go, or we're going to run late." Lisandro grabbed the keys to his car. He was still cranky from this morning when he had accidentally walked in on Antony as he was getting out of the shower.

"Sorry." He said, not bothering to reach for a towel fast enough.

Lisandro thought he had been clear about the boundaries he had set up between them as Antony was staying with them.

No talk of our time in Ajax. No talks of that time I helped you when you twisted your ankle and no..."

"No mentioning of our trip to Cancún. I got it." Antony said, slightly irritated by the speeches Licha would give on their car rides back home from training. Antony got to sit shotgun during those rides, however, tonight Licha was clear where he wanted him. "Backseat." He said pointing to the door.

"Baby don't be silly." His girlfriend said. "If you two want to sit in front I don't min..."

"No, you sit with me in the front, Antony, you go in the back."

There was no doubt that Licha was turning into a grumpy black sheep. However with Antony now sleeping wall to wall with him, Lisandro felt like he was fighting himself daily. Fighting the urge to leave his girlfriend's bedside and sneak into the guestroom where Antony slept. The things he wanted to do to Antony whilst he laid on the bed face down.

"Baby is that ich still bothering you again?" Lisandro had developed a very compulsive way of itching his skin whenever he had his sinful thoughts about Antony, especially when around his girlfriend.

"I'll get you some ointment from the pharmacy tomorrow." She said.

They arrived at the bar that had been booked out entirely for the evening. It was Fred's wife hosting the event and Antony was fast to get acquainted with Fred his future teammate.

The girls got to talking whilst the guys went to the bar for drinks. There they met a guy, Gio.

"My cousin." Fred said, whom like Lisandro watched Gio strech across the table, eager to shake Antony's hand.

"Pleasure." He said in a way that bothered Lisandro and not just because Fred's cousin was a very handsome man. What bothered him even more was that for the reminder of the night Antony and this Gio fellow seemed to hit it off very well. Surly Antony felt comfortable around his fellow country man, however Lisandro couldn't help but to lean into the stirring feeling in the pit of his stomach.

"Baby, I'm tired. Let's go home."

As the night came to an end Lisandro was surprised to find Antony and Fred's handsome cousin still deep in conversation, sitting close and joking with one another.

"Is Antony getting a ride home with Fred's cousin?"

"He can't." Lisandro hissed.

His girlfriend frowned.

"I mean..." Lisandro cleared his throat."...he's staying with us, no?"

"Well tell him we're leaving then." His girlfriend yawned. "I'll wait for you guys in the car."

Lisandro couldn't believe it, how nervous he felt walking up to the table where Antony and Gio sat. The thought of Antony rejecting him was the worst. What if he wanted to stay longer with Gio?

"No." Lisandro thought and shook the insecure thought out of his head. He walked up to their table with his head held high.

"We're leaving." He said to Antony, blocking his view from Gio who sat across from him.

"Now?" Antony frowned.

"Muri is tired, she's already waiting in the car."

"Lightweight." Gio chuckled behind them. Lisandro was quick to turn his head.

" 'Scuse me?"

Gio raised his eyebrows in suprise.

"Did I say something funny?" Lisandro said, his nostrils flaring up as he blew air through his nose like a bull.

"Licha." Antony put a calming hand to his shoulder. Lisandro was suprise to what effect this had on him. He felt himself relax almost in an instant.

"Relax hombre I was just joking."

"What did you just call me." Lisandro clenched his fist.

"It's okay." Antony stood. He put arm Lisandro and started walking him to the door. "It was nice to meet you Gio, I'll see you later."

"But wait..." Gio rushed towards Antony, cellphone in his hand. "Can I least get your number?" He said seductively. However Antony hesitated and turned to Lisandro.

"That's it I'm leaving." Lisandro said, shrugging Antony's arm off his shoulders. Antony had lingered a bit before he came walking out of the bar towards the car. The car ride home had been in silence and later that night Lisandro laid tossing and turning in his bed. He couldn't sleep at the thought of Antony and that guy, sitting so close, laughing together. Had he really given that guy his number?

Lisandro looked to his girlfriend who slept beside him. Would she understand him if he came out and told her about his true feelings. The fact that he couldn't sleep knowing that Antony lay in the room opposite to theirs.

Lisandro sat up in bed and rubbed his face with his hands. He looked up over his shoulder to see his girlfriend sleeping peacefully. She didn't deserve this, him, so conflicted about his feelings. One thing was for sure though, no one was going to make a move on his man.

"You up?" Lisandro closed the door to the guestroom behind him as he entered. Antony groaned at the sound of his voice. "Licha? What are you...?"

"Shhh...she'll here us."

Antony rubbed his eyes seeing Lisandro approach his bed.

"Just tell me..." He stopped at the foot of the bed so that Antony had to raise himself to sit in order to see him and his silhouette towering over him.

"Tell you what?" Antony frowned.

Lisandro clenched his jaw. "Did you give that guy your number."

"No."

"Good." He said and began to walk out.

"Good. Is that all you have to say to me?"

His steps altered with Antony's words. He turned back around to find Antony's eyes shimmering with the moonlight slipping through the window blinds.

"Is there something else you wished for me to say?" Lisandro said, raising his brow.

"What if I told you that I gave that guy my number? What's it to you?"

"Don't test me Tony."

"Test you. Who's to say you're not the one testing me? I mean I've been staying at your home for the past few days and you haven't dared to look at me for longer than ten seconds? Aren't you happy to have me here Licha, playing for Manchester United with you?"

"I would be happy if it wasn't for the fact that you chose to live her with me and my girlfriend."

"Right, you're girlfriend, who is sleeping in the room next to us whilst you're in here with me."

"I said don't test me Antony." Lisandro's voice echoed against the guestroom walls. He had returned to the foot of the bed, Antony sitting with his legs spread in front of him.

They just stood there for a bit, holding each other's intese gazes.

"I didn't." Antony then muttered. " I didn't give Fred's cousin my number."

"Good." Lisandro nodded. Because you're mine."

Antony gasped as Lisandro surprised him by grabbing a hold of his legs, flipping him over in one go.

"You're mine." He said, between clenched teeth. Antony slept bare chested, wearing only a pare of black shorts. Nothing underneath. Lisandro got on top him and pulled the shorts down to rest around his ankles.

"You're mine, understood?"

Antony lay with his face down against the mattress, his ass cheeks on display for Lisandro and Lisandro's eyes only.

"I'm yours." He said, voice, muffled up against the thick duvet.

"Good, now shut up whilst you make me cum for you."

Lisandro pulled down the top off his pajama pants, his cock already stiff as wood. He let it rest on top of Antony's back whilst he leaned forward to whisper in his ear.

"You're min and only mine got it."

Antony nodded, his body quivering a bit feeling Lisandro cock caressing his ass cheeks.

"Fuck." Lisandro groaned, throwing his head back as he placed himself in between him. He snaked his hand around Antony's waist, lifting ot up litte. No Antony laid in perfect to reseve what Lisandro was going to give to him.

"You..."

"Are..."

"Mine...only mine." He said with every violent thrust.

"Say it, say you're mine."

"I am yours." Antony's voice didn't carry. It was airy and needy for him.

"Louder!" Lisandro started pumping faster, making clapping sounds as their hips came together.

"I...am...yours." Antony gasped. "Only yours."

Lisandro felt light headed with every thrust, however the pleasure was addictive, how could he stop? It all came to a stop though, with Antony grabbing hold of the sheets as Lisandro clenched his hips and bottomed out. Their warm bodies came together as Lisandro fell on top of Antony. They moved to lay facing one another.

"This can't happen again, at least not around the house." Lisandro placed a hand on Antony's warm cheek, his thumb caressing his bottom lip.

"Okay."

"Trust me, I'm glad that you're here but..."

"Don't." Antony said. He leaned forward to peck his lips. The kiss was soft and sweet, like two lovers tasting each other for the first time. "It will be our little secret for now." He smiled.

Lisandro chuckled but nodded his head "Our little secret."

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coffeecat1983 · 1 year ago

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Mario Bros: Connected pt 1. (Mario Movieverse fanfic)

Time: November 2001. Beeps and blips filled the living room of the little basement apartment, along with clicking of buttons. Arthur sat cross-legged on the floor with Mario in his lap, the little one happily slapping away at a disconnected controller as his uncle played with the connected one. The floor was covered in blankets and toys. The twins were babysitting their nephews for the weekend to give Marianna and Giovanni a break. Mario babbled at the TV as Arthur took out a group of enemies. "You tell em, kid!" he laughed. Mario looked towards the kitchen as a new sound drifted towards him. Arthur paused the game as Mario reached towards the doorway, his little fingers opening and closing. "Umm BAH!" he squeaked. Arthur lifted him and stood, quiet as he approached the kitchen. The source of the new sound quickly became clear. Tony danced around the kitchen, headphones over his ears and Luigi in his arms. The cord led down to a music player hidden in his jeans pocket. As he danced, he sang along to the tune he was listening to. Luigi meanwhile was giggling and watching him with a look of joy on his little face. Arthur stayed in the doorway, watching them with a smile. Mario cuddled against his chest, listening to the singing. Unable to help himself, Arthur joined in on the chorus. Tony was startled but kept the tune, finishing it with his twin. As he pulled off his headphones and dropped them on the counter away from Luigi's reach, Arthur chuckled. "Bee Gees? Really, bro?" "What? Alone is a good song! I could have picked Champagne Supernova." Arthur laughed harder. "And have Luigi's first words be 'we were getting high'? Marianna would kill you. Dinner almost done?" Tony glanced at the timer. "Not much longer. You wanna pick out a movie?" Arthur hummed and gave a nod, taking Mario back to the living room. Gently running his fingers through Luigi's dark brown hair, Tony began humming Alone. "Whadda ya think, kiddo? Should that be our special song?" he said softly. Luigi just smiled at him. A little later found the twins on the couch, a movie on low as the baby Bros slept on a blanket nearby. "What do you think they'll be like when they're older?" Tony said, watching them sleep as the movie came to an end. Arthur hummed. "Crazy, like us." he finally said. Tony snickered, rolling his eyes. "Be serious!" His younger twin looked thoughtful. "Luigi's gonna be like you somehow. Gonna keep Mario balanced, I think." "Mario's gonna be feisty like you, I bet. Got that protective nature already." Taking off his glasses, Tony rubbed at his head. "Just hope Gio's a bit easier on em." "Yeah." Arthur looked over at him. "Headache?" "Headache and a little dizzy." Tony put his glasses back on. "Happens once in a while." He was startled at a tugging on his leg. Luigi had woken up and toddling over, was reaching up towards him. Tony picked him up and Luigi snuggled against him, clutching his purple tee. "Heh, you know when I don't feel right, don't you, kiddo?" Settling in, the little one stuck his thumb in his mouth, drifting off as he listened to his uncle's heartbeat.

Year: 2014 It was Sunday evening, and the family was relaxing after dinner. Giovanni and Arthur were talking about work, Mario had escaped to the Bros' room to play video games. Luigi had stayed at the table. He seemed to be listening in on his dad and uncle, but in reality, he was keeping an eye on Tony. The older twin had been oddly quiet during dinner and hadn't eaten much. Luigi kept feeling a familiar sense of unease. After just a few minutes, Tony excused himself, heading for the living room. He reclined on the couch, hand to his head as he shut his eyes.

In the kitchen at the little table, Marianna and Marie chatted. Both were surprised when Luigi came in and got into the cabinets, pulling out a box of teabags and a mug. "Ginger tea? Are you okay, sweetheart?" Marianna asked as her son filled the mug with water and headed for the microwave. "Yeah, it's not for me." Luigi said, watching the mug turn. Behind him, Arthur had gotten up and gone in the living room. As the microwave beeped, he came back in the kitchen. "Hey Mar, you got any-" "I got it, Uncle Art." Luigi said, dropping the teabag into the mug. He grabbed a spoon and two packets of sugar before heading for the living room. Arthur stared after him. "How the heck, Tony didn't ask him for that, right?" Marianna just shook her head, as confused as he was.

Luigi slowly walked into the living room, careful to not spill any of the steaming liquid. Salvatore gave him a nod of approval as he placed it on the table beside the couch. "Uncle Tony?" Luigi said softly. Tony cracked open an eye and then sat up, giving him a smile. "Hey kiddo." "I brought you some tea." Luigi said, sitting beside him. "Thanks, Arthur ask you to bring it?" Luigi shook his head. "I was making it before you asked him. I knew you needed it." Tony paused in stirring in the sugar. "You knew?" The 15-year-old nodded. "You weren't feeling good at dinner, either." Sipping at the tea, Tony sighed. "Kiddo, you never cease to amaze me, you know that?" He cringed, rubbing at his head again. "Stupid headaches." he muttered. "You really should see a doctor about those." Salvatore spoke up. Tony groaned. "He did, Papa, three times just this year." Arthur said from the living room doorway. "They never find anything." Leaning back, Tony closed his eyes. "They always blame my eyesight but say my glasses should help." He smiled faintly, wrapping his arm around Luigi's shoulders as his nephew leaned into him. "How did you know about the tea?" he asked softly. Luigi snuggled close. "I donno, just did."

Time: Late August 2023, after the Bros move to the Mushroom Kingdom...

Mario landed neatly on his feet outside of the Brooklyn warp pipe. Luigi meanwhile came crashing out with a yell, the toolbox spilling as he landed. He rubbed his head as he sat up. "I don't think I'll ever get the hang of that," he muttered. Mario laughed and helped him up before they both began to pick up the tools. "You'll get it someday, Lu, and once you do it'll be easy." Luigi shouldered the toolbox and paused, an odd look on his face. Mario put a hand on his shoulder. "You okay?" "Yeah, just, I donno something felt off for a second." His phone pinged and he checked it. The alert that it was time for a job was flashing. "It's probably nothing. We gotta get going!" As the bros reached the street and headed for their first job, Luigi paused again, looking in the direction of the family's apartment building. An odd feeling crept over him. Shaking it off, he broke into a run to catch up with his brother.

At the apartments, Arthur stretched as he exited his little home office and went into the kitchen. Glancing at the clock he noted the time. "Two-thirty, the boys should be here for work by now." he muttered, reaching for the coffeepot. He looked at the door at the sound of soft footsteps. Tony came in, dressed still in his nightclothes. Dark circles were under his eyes. "What happened to you?" Arthur asked, "Hangover?" "Very funny," Tony grumbled. "This headache won't quit, I feel awful." Arthur grew concerned as Tony rushed over to the sink. Thinking his brother was going to be sick, he grabbed a dishtowel and came over. Tony had a hand up to his nose and when he pulled it away, crimson dripped down his fingers into the drain. "Nosebleeds, too." he said. "I think I ruined my pillow last night." "I'll run out in a bit and get you a new one." Arthur said. "C'mon, you need to sit and tip your head back or somethin'."

"Wrench?" Mario held his hand out. There was no reply and he glanced out from under the kitchen sink. "Lu, you okay?" "Huh? Oh! Sorry," Luigi dug in the tools and handed him the wrench. Mario took it and tightened up the pipe. As he worked, he heard Luigi begin to hum. Something about the tune was faintly familiar, but Mario couldn't place it. After he finished with the loose pipe, he crawled out and got up. "What song is that, Lu?" he asked, dusting himself off. "I, I don't know. It's been in my head all day." Finishing up with the customer, the Bros went outside. "Next job's not too far from here, you okay to walk?" Mario said. "Y-Yeah, I'm fine." Luigi was staring off towards their home apartment again. Mario playfully tapped his head. "Ey, earth to Lu! What's got you in la la land today?" Luigi's shoulders slumped. "Sorry bro, just, I donno." He looked at Mario. "Something just feels wrong." "Hmm, well maybe seeing everyone at dinner tonight will help." Mario smiled. "A little of Ma's cooking never hurts, either." His younger brother let out a laugh. "Yeah, maybe." The two went on to the next job and Luigi was careful to focus and help out, the job a shower that was clogging up no matter what the customer tried. He began humming again as they worked, the same melody as before. "Huh, haven't heard that song in years!" Their customer stopped in the doorway. "You know it? I can't remember what it is." Luigi said. The customer nodded. "Yeah, came out about ninety-seven or so? It's Alone by the Bee Gees." They walked away, singing the lyrics. Luigi paused, a faint, blurry memory in the back of his mind. Holding on to a purple cloth, soft under his little fingers. Warmth and comfort surrounded him as he heard someone sing to him. "Our song." he muttered. A little later, they stood on the front porch as Mario finished up the details. Luigi felt tense and began fidgeting, staring off in the distance again. Panic hit him hard and fast. "M-Mario?" he called out, his chest growing tight. Mario started down the stairs. "Right behind ya, Lu-" he stopped when he saw the terrified look Luigi gave him. "We need to go! Now!" Luigi bolted, running faster than Mario had ever seen. He was heading towards the apartment. Without a word, Mario ran after him.

They arrived, both out of breath, as an ambulance was pulling away from the front of their childhood home. "Ma!" Mario called out. Their parents were on the sidewalk, Marianna looked scared and Giovanni was digging in his pocket for his keys. The Bros made it across the street. "W-Was that Papa Sal?" Mario gasped out. Marianna shook her head, tears in her eyes. "It was-" "Uncle Tony." Luigi finished softly. Pulling out his keys, Giovanni kissed Marianna's cheek then turned to the bros. "I'm heading to the hospital; your Uncle Arthur is with him now. I'll call you as soon as we hear anything." he explained. Mario took off his hat, feeling lost. "Ma, what's going on?" Marianna gathered her boys in her arms, hugging them both. "Let's go upstairs and talk." Once upstairs, they gathered in the little living room where Salvatore, Marie, and Bria were. As the bros sat on the couch, Bria got up from the floor and sat beside Mario, hugging his arm. "What on earth happened?" Mario asked. "It was scary." Bria said softly. Mario pulled his arm loose and put it around her. Marie spoke up. "Tony's been having those headaches again and it's been getting worse. He started with nosebleeds last night, and then today..."

Arthur paused, a sting nagging at the base of his skull. It grew stronger and he heard the crash of a coffee mug shattering in the kitchen. "A-Art!" came the fearful cry. "Tony?" he got up and went in to see his older brother shaking, his favorite mug in pieces on the floor. He was clutching at his head as blood dripped off his mustache and down his mouth. Taking a step forward, Tony collapsed. Marie and Bria ran in when they heard Arthur begging his brother to wake up.

Giovanni entered the small room in the ER of Eastern General hospital. The bed was gone. Arthur jumped up from his seat, he was shaking slightly as his older brother hugged him. "Where is he?" Giovanni asked as they sat back down. "They um, they rushed him off for tests, brain scans and stuff." Arthur ran his fingers nervously through his hair before holding his hands out. "Feels weird, like I should be holding his Walkman about now." Tears stung his eyes. "God, Gio, I can't do this, I can't-" Giovanni held up a hand. "Stop right there. Don't think about it that way, wait until we hear from the doctor." "Right," Arthur said softly, folding his arms, "you're right." The room grew quiet, the only sounds that of the hospital past the sliding glass doors. "Does Tony still have his Walkman?" Giovanni asked. Arthur gave a nod. "And his portable CD player, and most of his music, too." Both were startled at a tap and the door sliding open.

Back at the apartment, the only sound was that of the TV. Salvatore had turned it on as a distraction, but it wasn't working. Luigi was staring at the floor, his leg bouncing nervously. Mario meanwhile was watching silly videos with Bria on her phone, trying to keep her from worrying. In the kitchen, Marianna was prepping coffee for everyone, and she nearly dropped the carafe as Marie's phone went off. Marie quickly answered. "Art?! Babe, what's going on?" Having heard, Salvatore clicked off the TV and the whole family grew quiet. Marianna's heart sank as she saw her sister-in-law uttered a low "Oh, God." "Ma?" Luigi came in, looking scared. Putting her arm out, Marianna urged him over and held him, rubbing his back as they listened in. "For how long? Okay, I'll get that right now and bring it up. No, it's not a problem." Marie said into the phone. "Love you, too." Hanging up, she let out a shuddering sigh as she stood. "Living room." she said. Marianna and Luigi followed her in, taking their seats. "What is it, Marie?" Marianna asked gently. Marie hesitated. "They found a brain tumor." she said softly. "They're going in for emergency surgery first thing in the morning."

To be continued....

#fanfic #luigi #mario #mario movie #super mario bros #uncle tony #uncle arthur #mario fanfic #hospital #music #real world references #angst #emotional triggers #emotional hurt/comfort #long post #part one

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ahockeywrites · 4 years ago

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4 times you stayed at his + the 1 time he stayed at yours - Matthew Tkachuk

A/N: Hi everyone! I had this idea and within 48 hours I had it fully written. I hope you enjoy this 5k of fluffy Matty! Thanks to @calgarycanuck for proof reading this!!

Warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, explicit fem!reader

One

It was a typical Saturday night for the Calgary Flames who were celebrating a big win over the Canucks. Your best friend, Matthew Tkachuk, had invited you and your roommate out to come to the bars. Jess had been quite friendly with Noah Hanifin, and you just hoped they wouldn’t be using your apartment as a place to spend the night.

You tugged down the sleeve of your deep green bodysuit and looked across to the bar, hoping to see Matthew ordering you another rum and coke but instead saw him surrounded by 5 beautiful women. Women who you thought were more beautiful than you. As you let out a small sigh, you turned to Lauren and struck up a conversation with her. She had persuaded you to join her for a hot yoga class followed by a brunch in the next few days to catch up properly as you had been working so much. The friends you had made through meeting Matthew were amazing, but it didn’t take a genius to notice that the feelings you had for him were slightly more than friendly.

“I’m gonna go and get myself a drink,” you announced to no one in particular. As you pushed your way to the bar, you felt a strong pair of arms wrap around your waist. “Hey you,” you heard the voice of Noah in your ear. “You want a drink?” he asked. You nodded and asked him for a double dark rum and coke. If Matthew was busy with girls, you thought, you might as well let someone else get you a drink.

Noah passed you the finished drink and you took a large gulp of it. “Please tell me this isn’t a bribe so I can let you and Jess go and fuck in our apartment?” you groaned, figuring out what he was doing. Noah did this often; when he wanted you to take Jess out of the apartment to set up for a dinner date or more often than not when he wanted the apartment to be empty so the two of them could spend time wrapped up in each other.

“I’m sorry, it’s not my fault she’s so hot,” he complained. You rolled your eyes telling him that you’d find somewhere to crash. Usually, it was the Giordano’s spare room, but after you quickly scanned the bar, you noticed they had already left. It turns out, the only people left at the bar were Matthew and his entourage, Jess, Noah and you. You had no choice but to try and pry him away from the girls surrounding him.

You finished your drink and made your way over to where he was sitting at the bar. As you tapped him on the shoulder, he turned around to see you and offered you a huge smile. Matthew got up out of his seat, pushing the girls away and gave you a large hug. “How are you going?” he asked, genuinely as he hadn’t seen you much during the night. A few of the girls gave you a dirty look, but you ignored them knowing that Matthew would rather spend quality time with you.

“I’m good, just not sure where I’m gonna be sleeping tonight,” you mentioned hoping he would get the hint.

“Noah and Jess going at it like rabbits again?” he questioned, knowing what you had to deal with. You nodded and told him that Gio had already gone home so using their spare room was out of the equation. “Just stay at mine, it's no bother,” he said with a smile. “You wanna go now?” he asked.

Matthew had never offered you his spare room to stay at, no matter how close the two of you were. Or was it that Lauren always took you under her wing and he wasn’t able to offer you the room? He thought that it was a simple offer but you were freaking out inside. The not so little crush you were harbouring on him was going to be made more obvious, surely?

“Yeah, I’m working an afternoon shift tomorrow so kinda need the sleep,” you replied.

“Sure, lemme close up my tab and order an Uber,” he smiled back. Matthew reached over to grab the attention of the closest bartender and passed across his credit card. He pulled you into his grasp to make sure you didn’t blend into the crowd. As he pulled out his phone from his jacket pocket, he led the two of you to a slightly less crowded area so he could easily order the car home.

The outside air was cold, and Matthew noticed that you began to shiver as the wind picked up. Quickly, he slid his jacket off and placed it over your shoulders, “the car is only a minute away,” he informed you as you tried to warm up under his jacket. It wasn’t like Matthew was warm in just his jeans and t-shirt, but he knew his mother would kill him if he didn’t even offer you his jacket.

Matthew didn’t know why he just got up and left the girls at the bar as he was sure one of them would have come home with him. The friendship the two of you shared was strong and slightly flirty, but he also knew that the girls who were at the bar all arrived together and if he didn’t take you home safely, he would be worrying about it all night. For his sanity, this was what he kept telling himself, not that, god forbid, his feelings for you exceeded the bounds of friendship.

As if the car he ordered knew he needed to stop thinking, it arrived stopping directly in front of the pair of you. The driver lowered the window and Matthew checked it was for him and going to the right place. Once he was sure this was actually for the two of you, he opened the door for you allowing you to slide into the back seats. You shuffled your way across to let Matthew have some space. The drive back to his place was short, but he never let go of your hand, even letting his thumb brush over your knuckles occasionally. It felt more than friendly to the both of you.

The car abruptly stopped outside of Matthew’s apartment building and he jumped out to open the car door for you. It was strange, his behaviour, you thought, but maybe it was because you had never stayed the night in his guest room. He greeted the concierge in the lobby and directed you towards the elevator.

You had been to Matthew’s apartment before, but not like this. You knew he lived on the 35th floor and he had an amazing view of Calgary out of his bedroom window, but you had probably spent a total of one hour there, aside from the pre-drinks he occasionally held. He led you into his apartment quickly and stood in the kitchen, unsure what he should do. “I don’t know what you usually wear to sleep, but I can grab a shirt for you? And I think Taryn left makeup wipes in the spare bathroom when she was last here?” he seemed to be questioning himself more than asking you. One of his arms reached up to scratch his neck to add to the awkwardness.

“Yeah,” you said quietly, “a shirt would be great thanks.” Matthew pointed you in the direction of the spare bathroom and you started taking your makeup off. You looked at yourself in the mirror and just hoped that Matthew wasn’t gonna see what you looked like barefaced. In your mind, he couldn’t see you without your additional layer of confidence. You walked back through to the spare room to see him sitting on the side of the bed with a shirt in his hands. “Urm, I hope this is comfy enough,” he stuttered, unsure of what he should say.

“Thanks, Matty,” you replied, taking the shirt from him but not wanting to undress in front of him. He stood quiet for a second before realising he should leave and let you sleep.

“Goodnight Y/N, sleep well,” he said, bringing you in for a hug.

“Goodnight Matty,” you replied.

You walked back into the bathroom to change out of your restricting jeans and bodysuit to put on the soft shirt. Initially, you didn’t notice what he had given you, but when you looked in the mirror you saw the logo of the London Knights. And sure enough, on the back was the number 7 and the name Tkachuk. You laughed softly, he knew you weren’t a Flames fan so he would never be able to get you to wear his current jersey, but this was a step closer to him getting his best friend in his jersey.

Two

He didn’t mean to let you stay over again, you were just so tired after being his plus one to a Flames event. It wasn’t like you had found the event boring at all, just after an afternoon shift at the restaurant, followed by getting ready with Lauren and Jess and then having to control Matthew at the charity event, you were tired and ready to sleep.

Matthew had to almost drag you out of the Uber because you had fallen asleep on his shoulder in the car. “Y/N, c’mon, just a little further then you can crash for the night,” he encouraged you. You lifted your arms up, indicating that you wanted him to carry you up to his apartment. He groaned but lifted you up to carry you bridal style through his apartment complex. Somehow, you had fallen back asleep in the elevator on the way up and he had to try and open his apartment door without waking you up. He was successful and gently walked through his apartment to lay you down on his guest bed.

It took a few moments for him to remember where the makeup wipes were but as soon as he figured it out he went to find them and started slowly removing your makeup. He thought he was doing a good job until he figured out you had put on a pair of fake eyelashes. There was no way he would be able to take these off without waking you up or hurting you and he decided that the former would be the safest option.

“Hey,” Matthew whispered softly whilst gently shaking your shoulder. You stirred slightly in your sleep so he shook your shoulder again with a little more force. Slowly, your eyes fluttered open to see a shirtless Matthew with a slightly dirty makeup wipe in one hand and a confused look on his face.

“You didn’t have to take my makeup off for me,” you spoke with a lot of sleep in your voice.

“It’s okay,” he replied, “I was almost there but you’ve got these things stuck to your eyes and I really don’t want to hurt you.” You laughed having forgotten that you had put falsies on and told him to wait there and you’d try and take them off without your usual products. Luckily, Matthew had been able to detach the inner corner of both sets of lashes and you quickly pulled them off. It was slightly painful as you didn’t use your normal cleanser to help them detach, but they were removed and that was the main thing. You quickly disposed of them in the trash can in the bathroom and saw Matthew waiting on the edge of the bed with a shirt for you to wear. He handed it across and let you go back into the bathroom to change into it.

“Matty,” you began, “do you still have the makeup wipes out there?” You wanted to take off the rest of your eye makeup but were pretty certain that he had them somewhere near him.

“Yeah I do, come back out here so I can take the rest of it off for you,” he replied. You were slightly confused but went back through to sit opposite Matthew on the bed. He tugged you so you were straddling his lap and started removing the rest of your makeup. He was so deep in concentration that he didn’t notice you placing your hands on his hips to keep yourself still. If you didn’t do this, you were almost certain his hockey strength would have sent you flying.

You asked him if he was done and he nodded telling you to get comfy in bed. Obliging, you made your way under the comforter and almost instantly you fell asleep. Matthew walked back in to see you completely knocked out and went to brush some hair off of your face. “Goodnight Y/N,” he whispered.

Three

Best friends stay over at each other’s houses, right? You convinced yourself that staying at Matthew’s house whilst he was on a week-long road trip was okay, simply because he had a better kitchen than you and his bathroom had a bath compared to just a shower in your apartment.

Matthew had given you his spare key to use when you needed to go in and check on the houseplants his mother had given him as an apartment warming gift. You did question why Chantal had given him a selection of plants but you didn’t complain as it meant you could take advantage of the amazing kitchen set up he had. As you dragged your bags filled with baking ingredients into the apartment, you noticed that there was a note left on the kitchen counter. It read:

Y/N, thanks for watering the plants on this roadie! I may have taken the extra brownies you made for me on this trip because the boys wanted something to remind them of Calgary. Stay safe, Matt :)

You smiled, knowing that the team always devoured any baked goods you brought along and you had even helped some of the children who were at the events with decorating fairy cakes. The kids adored you to the point some of the parents would get you to babysit them when they wanted a date night and how could you resist? It seemed like each of the children had you wrapped around their little finger as you found it hard to put them to bed at their usual bedtime as all they wanted to do was something creative.

The memories you had made with the children had to be pushed aside as you were here to bake, and you were unsure of how much you were going to make. First, you put the milk and butter in the fridge to make sure it was cold and unpacked everything else onto the kitchen counter. Then, you grabbed your laptop out of your backpack and loaded up the recipes you were planning on making. A batch of chocolate chip cookies, a tray of brownies and an apple pie was the bare minimum you wanted to make. You hoped that there would be enough time to make a set of 24 blueberry muffins too but would be happy to snack on the blueberries throughout the day.

You fiddled with the dials on the oven to allow it to preheat and connected your phone to the fancy speaker system Matthew had in his house. The playlist you chose was one you and Matthew had curated to be perfect for relaxing days and it was exactly what you needed on your day off. The music allowed you to become lost in the baking and you didn’t realise the time was so late until you looked out of the large windows. The sun had set so you took a quick look at your watch to notice that it was nearing 9 in the evening. How you had become so engrossed in the cooking was a mystery to you as this seldom happened.

Notifications lit up your phone and you chose to reply to Matthew first, letting him know that his plants had been watered and you had even bought some fertiliser to help them grow. Then you dropped a quick text to Jess letting her know you were just going to stay at Matthew’s apartment for the night rather than risking an Uber alone at night. Sometimes you hated being a woman and not trusting society but you knew that Matthew wouldn’t mind you staying at his place as long as he knew you were safe.

It seemed as if your tiredness hit you quickly because once you ordered some food for a late dinner and had watched the Flames game, you were half asleep on the couch in the living room. Slowly, you peeled yourself off the couch and removed the blankets you had been hiding under to the other couch. The walk to the spare room seemed too natural and you noticed that there was a small collection of skincare products sitting on the counter next to the sink. You realised that they were minis of the same things you used. Matthew couldn’t have gone out of his way to figure out what you used and get some for you in case you stayed over again, could he? It seemed like something he could do but you thought he would do that for someone he considered to be more than a friend, unless? No, you thought to yourself, he couldn’t like you in the same way you liked him.

Shaking your head to try and rid yourself of these thoughts, you started to cleanse your face and then add the moisturiser on top. Once you had finished your nighttime routine, you walked through to Matthew’s bedroom and his closet to try and find something to wear to bed. The shirt you were looking for was the same one you had worn the first two times you had stayed over at his place. It was slightly hidden behind a few pairs of jeans and the occasional St Louis t-shirt but you found it and it was just as soft as you remembered. You slipped back into his spare room and quickly changed into the shirt.

There was just one more thing you needed to do and that was to box up all the baked goods you had created earlier. You made your way back to the kitchen and found the Tupperware you brought along solely for this purpose, then popped them on the kitchen island with a note for Matthew telling him that you were in his spare room and that he could eat as many of the snacks as his meal plan allowed him to. You also sent him a text warning him that you were staying at his in the spare room for the night as you didn’t want to head back to your place by yourself in the dark and he should be quiet if he arrives back before you were awake. He did reply, but much later so you were already asleep.

Matthew gently opened the front door to his apartment, not wanting to accidentally wake you from your sleep, seeing as it was 5 am. He placed his equipment bag down in the hallway and took in a deep breath, inhaling the smell of many different baked goods. Even if it was 5 am, there was no way in hell he was going to turn down something you had made. He waltzed his way across to the kitchen and was greeted by multiple boxes, each with a label on informing him what was inside each of them. A small giggle left his mouth as he read the note that you had left on top of the boxes and he chose to have a piece of the brownie before he went to check on you in the spare room.

The large comforter engulfed your body and he noticed how at peace you looked. Matthew wondered if you would ever be the one he came home to after a long road trip.

Four

6-0 loss. 10 minutes in the penalty box. Ejected from the game. This was the worst game you had ever seen from Matthew and knew that he would need space, so The text you received from him was unexpected.

Come over

Short and straight to the point. You were unsure what to expect but replied saying you were catching an Uber and were gonna be over in about 15 minutes.

Knocking on the door felt more appropriate rather than using the key he had gifted to you to use as you didn’t want to walk in to see him destroying plates and glasses. As the door swung open, a dishevelled Matthew silently greeted you. He was shirtless, displaying the bruises he had obtained from a night of hockey. You followed him into his place and went to get two glasses of water because you knew that he wouldn’t have drunk anything for himself.

The sounds of muffled crying filled the apartment and it tugged on your heartstrings. The feelings that you had developed for the St Louis native made you almost drop the glasses, but you were able to make your way back to the family room.

Matthew was curled up, in the foetus position, on the largest couch. Tears flowed from his eyes, he was feeling emotions that he rarely felt after a game. He was a player who left all his feelings from a game on the ice, but it was impossible to do this when you’ve been ejected from a game.

He knew you wouldn’t turn down an invitation to see him because he had noticed the extra time you spent at his apartment. But he thought it was for the kitchen, not the feelings you had for him.

It wasn’t like Matthew didn’t have feelings for you, ever since the first night you had spent at his place, he knew he wanted to be more than friends with you. But he was respectful, he knew how he would want someone to treat Taryn, so he treated you the same way. He assumed that you wanted to be no more than friends, and he was happy with that.

The advice you gave him, the jokes you made (often at the expense of his teammates), just the company you offered him when he needed it. He couldn’t lose that, you were too good of a friend for him.

You placed down the drinks on the coffee table and just looked at him. He looked broken on the outside and it just made you think how broken he must be on the inside. It wasn’t a good game for the entire team, but his individual performance wasn’t brilliant either. Matthew was competitive, anyone who had ever seen him knew that.

“Matty,” you said. There it was, he thought, the one nickname that no one else could call him except you.

You ran your hands through his hair, letting his tears continue to flow. It was hard for you, as a friend, to see someone this close to you go through this. But you knew that he needed to let his feelings out, and just be there for him when he needed you, whenever that was.

His right hand reached for one of yours and you offered it to him. It grounded him, knowing that he was safe in his house, safe with you, safe with his emotions. “I played shit, I don’t deserve to play in the NHL, let alone have the ‘A’ on my chest,” he spoke aimlessly.

“Matty,” you consoled him, “one game does not define you as a player, you as a team member.” After this, you pulled him into your body, hoping that he would accept it. You remembered that he liked hugs when he wasn’t feeling amazing, so you knew it wouldn’t be pushing his boundaries.

He continued to cry, wetting your T-shirt in the process, but he needed this. You pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, hoping that wouldn’t be too far.

“Y/N,” Matthew sniffled, “I just wanna be held as I sleep.”

“Of course, anything for you,” you replied softly. You gently unwrapped yourself from around him and offered him your hand to walk to his bedroom. He followed you and sat down on the side of the bed. “Just gotta brush your teeth, Matty,” you encouraged. He sighed but followed you to his en-suite.

“I’ll let you brush your teeth, I’m gonna find something to wear to bed,” you informed him. He pouted slightly but let your past. You were familiar with his closet and the exact shirt you were looking for. A London Knights game-worn jersey, it was soft and perfect for sleeping in.

It wasn’t the first time Matthew had seen you in his jersey, and he hoped that it wouldn’t be the last time. He smiled to himself, the first time he had been genuinely happy all night. He tried to stop you from going to the bathroom to brush your teeth and take your makeup off but you were able to make your way past.

You tried to be quick with your skincare routine, somehow you had a bottle of everything you needed in Matthew’s bathroom, but knew you couldn’t rush any of the steps. As you were applying your final product, you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist. “I thought you were gonna be quick,” Matthew complained as he nuzzled his head into your neck.

“I was trying,” you replied as you turned to face him. He was so close that your foreheads were touching and you were able to look directly into his eyes. “We should-,” you started.

“Bed, yes,” he finished for you. All you wanted to do was kiss him, but you couldn’t take advantage of him when he wasn’t feeling good. He unwrapped his arms from you and offered you his hand so you could walk back to his bedroom. Matthew refused to let go of your hand as you both got into bed, and you allowed him to be the little spoon because he needed to be in someone’s embrace tonight.

“Goodnight Matty,” you whispered, but he didn’t hear you as he was already asleep.

plus one

It was a drunk mistake that should never have happened he said, but nothing he said could prepare you to see photos of your now ex-boyfriend making out with some random girl when he had been on a ‘work trip’. Jess tried her best to help you by bringing you ice cream and watching shitty television with you but there was only so much she could do when Noah came over to take her out on a date. You were happy for her, you really were but seeing someone happy in a relationship was not what you needed right now.

You allowed yourself to think over the good times you had with him, but they were so few and far between. He had pulled you away from the friends you had made out of the Flames players and they all became worried about you and suddenly you realised how toxic the short relationship was. Quickly, you scrambled to find your phone and noticed it had been two weeks since you had last texted Lauren when usually you would be texting daily and you hadn’t spoken to Matthew in three weeks. Normally, it was common for the two of you to physically see each other at least every day.

But then it clicked, your ex must have been jealous of the friendship you had with Matthew and his teammates. You understood slightly as you did have a crush on Matthew but that died down when you started dating him. It was a trust issue, he didn’t trust that you would stay just friends with them so he had to pull you away. It was slightly ironic, how he didn’t trust you as he thought you might cheat on him, but then he went and cheated on you.

There was only one person who could make you feel better and he would understand how shitty your ex was and how you needed to rebuild the friendship with him. As soon as you sent him a message, he was quick to reply saying that he was on his way to your apartment with Chinese food and a pint of your favourite ice cream. It was at this you noticed the butterflies forming in your stomach, the crush you had never went away, did it?

You were brought out of your thoughts by a knock on your apartment door and went over to open it. As soon as you saw Matthew’s face you broke down in tears again. Quickly, he brought you into a tight hug, somehow not dropping the food he had brought. “C’mon, Y/N, let’s head to the couch and enjoy the takeout I’ve got?” he asked, unsure if he was asking you or himself. Your head might have been pretty much attached to his chest but he could feel you gently nod in response.

He offered you his hand and walked towards the couch. You sat down first and he started unpacking the food onto the coffee table. “Just sit back and find something to watch,” he instructed. You followed as he said and he quickly left to grab some cutlery from the kitchen. You flicked through Netflix and settled on Brooklyn 99 because it could just stay on in the background. Sighing, you picked up your phone and reread the DM you had received from the girl’s best friend. You didn’t notice Matthew standing behind you until he picked your phone out of your hands and put it in his pocket. “Tonight, we’re gonna watch Jake Peralta attempt to solve some crimes, enjoy the takeout, maybe drink some wine, and forget about that asshole,” Matthew affirmed. You sighed again but knew that he would be getting his way.

Matthew passed you a plate and some cutlery before disappearing back into the kitchen to collect a bottle of your favourite wine and some wine glasses. He sat down next to you on the couch and poured two generous glasses of wine. As soon as the food was opened, it was like the two of you hadn’t spent any time away from each other. The conversation flowed perfectly, as did the wine and after two episodes of B99, the two of you were slightly wine drunk, which you continued to tell Matthew was the best type of drunk.

“I missed you, Matty,” you admitted. He sent you a soft smile but knew that he felt the exact same way. Your ex was toxic for you and he was glad that you had gotten out of that relationship. The smile you had on your face was real and one of the purest he had ever seen in his entire life. Your happiness radiated to him too and he started laughing as you began to make silly faces at him.

You were lucky that Matthew had seen you wine drunk before and knew you were getting close to crashing and needing to be near a bed was almost a necessity. He wasn’t sure how, but he was able to get you to your bathroom, even as you were stumbling the entire way there. There was no makeup on your face so he quickly used a face cloth to clean your skin and was able to find some moisturiser to use on both of your faces. It was the most genuine smile he had seen you ever have in a long time and he was able to adore your beauty.

“‘M sleepy,” you groaned, giving Matthew a small shove to try and encourage him to move out of your way.

“I know babe,” he replied, not noticing the term of endearment he had used for the first time. “You just need to put something on that you can sleep in.” You nodded your head and dramatically walked to your dresser and pulled out a matching set of short black satin pyjamas. It wasn’t a pair you usually chose to wear, but they looked nice. Clearly, your drunk head was trying to impress Matthew. You jumped directly on top of the soft comforter and didn’t care that you should have been underneath the blanket because you fell asleep almost immediately.

Matthew came out to see you sleeping softly on the bed and gently picked you up to place you under the duvet and onto the mattress. A soft kiss from him was pressed to your temple and you subconsciously smiled in your sleep. He moved around to the other side of the bed and wrapped you in his arms, hoping this was the last night you were in his arms but not his girlfriend.

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I Wanna Know You | Matthew Tkachuk

I heard this hannah montana song in a store at the beginning of december, immediately thought of Matthew, and then spent a week with it stuck in my head and trying to plan it out. sorry this isn’t a request, but I needed a break from writing them to remember why I loved writing. yikes. anyway, apparently I’m still incapable of writing fics that aren’t based on or inspired by songs. maybe one day...

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When I saw you over there, I didn't mean to stare But my mind was everywhere, I wanna know you

Matthew Tkachuk was magnetic. He’d always been like that, loud, the center of attention, lighting up whatever room he’d walked into. He thrived when all eyes were on him, and he lived to make people smile. That’s where you met him, at a party just before the start of the season, in Gio’s backyard on a night that wasn’t quite summer and not quite fall, either.

You were friends with Johnny's girlfriend, and she’d insisted that you come along. She’d told you that no one would care, and she had been right, because no one had paid you any mind other than asking what you wanted to drink. Besides, looking around, you were pretty sure other people had brought plus-ones or plus-twos and threes.

Matthew was holding court in a corner of the yard, always with a shitty beer in his hand and a small crowd of people around him. Your eyes kept being drawn to him, not just for the way whatever stories he was telling periodically sent up peals of laughter into the night sky, but for the way his face lit up when he talked.

He caught you in the kitchen when you were grabbing water.

“I don’t know you,” he said bluntly. You were taken aback. “I mean-” Matthew shook his head. “I’m Matthew,” he said, holding out the hand that wasn’t holding yet another Bud Light.

“I know,” you said before you could stop yourself.

Matthew laughed. “You a fan?”

“Would you stop talking to me if I told you I were an Oilers fan?” You mostly just wanted to see what he would say.

Matthew wrapped an arm around your shoulders and dragged you back outside. “Nope.”

There's a mark above your eye, you got it in July Fightin' for your sister's reputation

It was well after dark, and you’d had more than a few drinks. Which probably amounted to whatever courage it took to reach out and poke Matthew in the forehead where he was sitting next to you at a bonfire someone had built.

“Ow,” Matthew said, rubbing his forehead. You hadn’t even poked him hard enough to leave a mark, but there was something there, a cut just above his eyebrow that had barely healed all the way.

“How’d you get that?” you asked.

On your other side, Noah snorted. Matthew flipped him off. “I’ll have you know that I was defending my little sister’s honor.” Noah laughed outright now. “Okay, she and Luke Hughes were arguing about something dumb down at the Lake this summer, and I stepped in.”

“And?” you prompted, because you could tell the story didn’t end there.

“And I wasn’t paying attention where I was walking and fell off the end of the dock and hit my head.” Matthew somehow managed to look sheepish while grinning as the group sitting around the fire burst out laughing. He rubbed at his forehead again wryly. “My mom says it’s gonna scar,” he added.

“Maybe leave out the falling off a dock part next time you tell the story,” you told him.

Matthew grinned at you and winked. You settled back into your lawn chair and took a sip of your drink, watching as Matthew launched into another tale of something that happened at the lake over the summer, thinking that you could get used to this.

Matthew kissed you for the first time later that night, alone in the hallway as the party was winding down, still tasting a little of beer, and, yeah, you could definitely get used to this.

And valentines are lame So you bring me flowers just for no occasion

The first time Matt brought you flowers for no reason, you were suspicious. It wasn’t your birthday, or anniversary, or Valentine’s Day– and he hadn’t missed any of those things, either. But there they were, waiting on the table in your apartment when you got home from work. You knew they were from Matthew because the card had one of his dumb cheesy jokes on it, but you still didn’t know why they were from Matthew. You snapped a picture and sent it to him, simply asking, “what did you do?”

Matt called you instead of responding.

“What did you do?” you asked again.

“What makes you think I did something?” Matthew asked. You could hear him pouting.

“Why else would you give me flowers?” You were still a little anxious about it, and Matthew wasn’t exactly helping. “How did you even get them in my apartment, anyway?” The Flames were on a road trip, had flown out to Chicago that morning.

“Used your spare key and dropped ‘em off before I went to the airport this morning,” he said. He sounded a little proud of himself.

“Matthew,” you sighed. “I gave you my spare key for emergencies,” you chided.

“And I needed to give you flowers!”

“Matt!”

“Okay, I just-” Matthew cut himself off. “My dad used to send my mom flowers from longer road trips, and I always thought that would be something I would do one day.” Matt trailed off, and he sounded hesitant for the first time all conversation.

You reached out and ran your fingers over the petals on one of the roses in the bouquet. They were pretty, and it was cute that Matthew had wanted to give you flowers, had thought of it while getting ready for a road trip in the middle of a busy season.

“You couldn’t have at least put them in a vase?” you asked, grinning, though Matthew couldn’t see you.

Matt huffed out a laugh, surprised. “I was running late!”

“Yeah, well, now these poor flowers are half-dead,” you told him, holding your phone between your shoulder and your ear so you could root through your cabinets for a vase to rescue the flowers that were indeed wilting a little.

“Then I’ll just have to send you more,” he said.

“Oh my God, Matthew.”

The flowers kept coming throughout that first season together, with no real rhyme or reason: before some road trips, whether they were over a week or just two days, or when he came home from a road trip, showing up at your door and producing a bouquet with a flourish and a crooked grin. It always meant that Matthew had been thinking of you, no matter where he was.

You smile, nеver shout You stand out in a crowd

As Matthew got older, he had developed a habit of adopting rookies. It was entertaining to watch: Matthew, not really much older than a rookie himself, but with an A on his chest nonetheless, going full big brother-mode on all the kids fresh into the league.

Which is why you were woken up in the middle of the night by a phone call from one of said rookies. You listened to Matthew stumble out of bed and root around for a hoodie in the dark, grumbling under his breath about “idiot kids.”

“What happened?” you asked, still half-asleep.

“Fucking ow,” he said, tripping over one of his shoes. “Fucking Zary got in a fight at a bar or something, I don’t know. He asked me to come pick him up.” Matthew had managed to get matching shoes on his feet, and was now looking for his keys. “I’ll be back with him later if I don’t kill him.”

Matthew did not kill Zary, just drove him home and directed him to the guest bedroom to sleep it off, because he did love his rookies, though he would never admit it to anyone.

The next morning, Connor was waiting nervously in the kitchen when you both woke up.

“Coffee, kid?” Matt asked.

“I didn’t start the fight!” Connor blurted.

Matthew snorted. “I didn’t ask, but good for you, kid.” He started fiddling with his coffee maker.

“You’re not gonna, like, yell at me?”

“Do you want me to?”

You laughed softly. “Be nice, Matthew.”

“I’m always nice!” Matthew protested. “And, no, I’m not gonna yell, but you are bag skating after practice for a week,” he told Zary, pointing a fork at him. The piece of fruit he’d had speared on it fell off and hit the floor. “Ah, fuck.”

You're fragile and you're strong A beautiful and perfect combination

For the most part, Matthew didn’t let much bother him. He was good at leaving the game on the ice, not taking anything too personally. He did, however, take his game very seriously. He was always trying to be better, for himself for the team, and he prided himself on becoming a leader in the locker room over the years. He took bad losses to heart, and he was the first to blame himself for any mistakes he made.��

The Flames were having a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad, well, couple of weeks. Okay, maybe you were exaggerating just a little, but it certainly wasn’t pretty. They were losing more than they were winning– they lost every game on a four game road trip, the games they were winning were sloppy, and they were losing ground in the standings. To make matters worse, in the latest game, Matthew had missed an easy goal on an empty net. Yeah, definitely not pretty.

You made it home before him and waited.

Matthew slammed the front door when he came in, but there wasn’t a lot of force behind it, like he was too exhausted even for frustration. You had been idly watching an Oilers game because it was on, but you turned the TV off when Matt came into the living room. He wasn’t wearing his suit jacket, his tie wasn’t tied properly anymore, and his dress shirt was rumpled.

“Oh, babe,” you said. Matthew made a face at you. “Do you want to change or just-”

“Cuddle?” Matt asked.

“Yeah,” you laughed. “Come over here.”

Matt wasted no time in coming over and flopping gracelessly onto the couch with his head on your lap. You ran your fingers through his hair, and he pressed into your hand.

Matthew sighed, long and loud, ending in “Fuck.”

“It wasn’t that bad,” you tried, but you both knew you were lying.

Matthew opened one eye to glare at you. “I hate this so much,” he said. There was a crease between his eyebrows, and he’d been chewing on his bottom lip. He sat up and pushed his hands through his already messy hair. “I don’t understand what’s wrong, we’re supposed to be a better team than this.”

You really weren’t sure how to comfort Matthew, but you hated seeing him like this. You reached out and took one of his hands, pulling him in for a hug. He slumped against you like his strings had been cut.

“I’m supposed to be better than this,” he whispered, and there it was. Matthew could grin his way through a game, letting chirps and insults roll off his shoulders, but when it came down to it, he would always be worried about being good enough, always wanting to impress everyone. To make people proud.

“Oh, babe,” you said again, but this time your heart broke a little for him. Matthew sighed again. “This is not your fault, you know that. You are good, and you’re a good team. You’ll get through this just fine.”

Matthew huffed like he didn’t believe you, but he didn’t argue with you. You sat quietly in the dark living room for a while, long enough you thought Matthew had fallen asleep.

“Hey,” you said quietly. Matthew stirred and stretched. “You have a couple days off next weekend. Do you wanna drive out to Banff and do something?”

Matthew perked up immediately. “Can we go dog sledding?”

I like how you are with me In our future history

It was the end of the season, and you were at another backyard party at the Giordano’s. You were idly watching Matthew chase some of his teammates’ kids around. Well, actually, Matt was being chased by some and chasing some others. You weren’t sure how anyone knew who was doing the chasing. The other girls were chatting around you, but you were only half-listening as you watched Matthew scoop up a giggling Tillie Backlund and spin her around.

You couldn’t help but think about how Matthew would be with kids of your own one day.

“I’m too young for baby fever,” you muttered into your sangria.

Annica laughed next to you, following your gaze. “He’ll be a good dad one day,” she commented.

“You are not helping!” The other girls were laughing, now, too.

“Have you two ever really talked about the future?” Meredith asked.

You scoffed. You hadn’t even been together for a year yet. “Not really,” you admitted.

Your eyes didn’t leave Matthew as he flopped into the grass and let the kids swarm him. And yet. Matthew hadn’t stopped talking about how much he couldn’t wait for you to come down to St. Louis this summer, to really meet his family, to spend time down at the lake with everyone. How much his family was going to love you.

You’d always dreamed of your future, of a picture-perfect wedding and a few kids and a dog. Growing up, the man of your dreams had always been just that, a dream, but lately when you thought about the future, Matthew was always there. That certainly felt like something important.

After a few more minutes, Matthew extricated himself from the small mob of kids and made his way over to you, pulling the empty chair next to you close and kissing your temple as he dropped into it.

“What’re you guys gossiping about?” Matt asked, plucking your glass from your hand and taking a drink. He made a face, but didn’t give it back to you.

“You’re great with all those kids,” Lauren said pointedly. Matthew beamed.

Your group dissipated a little not long after that, and Matthew tugged you out of your own chair and into his lap. He poked you in the side a couple times.

“You’re awfully quiet.” You made a noncommittal noise. “What’re you thinking about, babe?” he asked.

You nosed at his jawline, pressed a kiss there. “You ever think about having kids?” you murmured.

Matt’s arms tightened around your waist, pulling you closer into him. “Yeah, of course.” He was smiling softly at you. “Oh.”

You giggled a little. “Just one day,” you added.

Matthew kissed you, just a quick peck. “Yeah, one day,” he said.

One day didn’t feel so far away if you knew it would be Matthew by your side. Maybe you’d be used to his antics by then.

And maybe someday down the road I'll sit back and say to myself, "Yeah, I thought so"

#cait writes things #matthew tkachuk #matthew tkachuk fic #matthew tkachuk imagine #nhl fic #nhl imagine #hockey fic #hockey imagine

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mrsgiovanna · 2 years ago

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Giorno: *sleeping soundly*

- Inside Giorno's mind -

Angel Giorno: It's Father's Day. Hmm. I wonder what our Papa and Padre would like today.

Devil Giorno: Eh, we can ask about them later. Right now, it's our time to be spoiled rotten!

Angel Giorno: Now that's not fair, dear sir! They are our fathers! We have to ask them!

Devil Giorno: Ugh, alright, alright, alright! We'll ask them in our dreams about what they want.

Teen Giorno: Well then, what do you want to do for Father's day? A picnic, a walk in the park?

Haruno: Well, I want pancakes with chocolate chips and lots of syrup and whipped cream!

Teen Giorno: Slow down, slow down. We can ask for that but what do you want to do next?

Haruno: Hmm. There's so much fun stuff to do! Let's see... Oh! What about a walk to the beach?

All four: *discussing what to do with the family*

- Giorno's dream -

*Giorno and his family are talking to Jonathan and Dio on a beautiful beach with a picnic*

Jonathan: Oh, Giorno! You and Bri have made us so proud. And I am sure that Gio and Gia are the same way.

Dio: Of course. But you must teach them my power. The power of the WRY! When little Gio learns that power, he will be unstoppable!

- Outside -

Giorno: *smiles in his sleep*

Gio and Gia: *giggling*

Ahhhh my heart, I love this so so much, awww it's cute because in my canon little Gio has the wrrryyy when his stand fights and Gia has the Ora ora, and Jonathan being proud of them, my life is made 😭🥺🤲

Gia: should we wake him?

Giordano: well, mama said we should

Gia: *gently pats his face* papa, papa? Wake up now okay?

Giordano: *laughs* you're going to need more force than that, *jumps on Giorno * dad! Dad! Wake up!

Giorno: *wakes up startled *

Bri: what's going on guys, I thought you were waking papa up?

Giorno: I'm awake...

Bri: *laughs* sorry tesoro, *hugs him* your children spent the morning making you breakfast,

Giordano: and I made you this! *holds up a box*

Gia: hey we both did!

Giordano: yeah okay, Gia helped

Giorno: *smiles gently, gives them a big hug*

Awwwwww pls I meant to answer this yesterday. I hope you're well my sweet and that you have a wonderful week ahead. As always tysmmmm for blessing me with these asks, stay safe my lovely

#sweet mutuals 🥺#angel/devil gio #don giovanna

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honeytea8 · 4 years ago

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Could I get Bucci gang reacting to a S/o who’s usually really sweet and hyper, and one day comes home super drunk/high off her ass and like she’s being really possessive over them? I.e, literally clinging to them like a koala and staring down anyone who tries to talk to them?

Absolutely! I loved writing this request btw 🤣💗 Super funny!

Bruno Bucciarati

Good lord, he will be worried. “Are you okay? What brought this on? What happened??”

When you let him know you’re just drunk or high, he’ll sigh and shake his head, and be resigned to taking care of you for the night so you don’t hurt yourself.

With you being suddenly clingy and possessive, he’ll be a bit surprised but will simply rub your back and try to get you to calm down

“Please y/n, no need to bite Leone, he’s only bringing your food like I asked.”

Expect him to hover around you like a mother hen so you don’t choke on your vomit!

You make him cuddle with you the entire night but he won’t get a wink of sleep, out of his worry for you.

And when you wake up in the morning expect a mild scolding for your behavior. Afterwards, he’ll treat you to breakfast so you can get some food in your system.

“Next time, bring a plus-one if you’re going out drinking. I can’t bear the thought of something happening to you, cara.”

Leone Abbacchio

Let’s be honest, he’s probably drunk with you!

But I also imagine his tolerance is way higher than yours. He’s somewhat of a professional at this lol

He’ll act like you being clingy is annoying the hell out of him and may shove you off once or twice. When you keep coming back he just gives up and takes it lmao

Will chuckle a bit when you growl at people to leave him alone (thinks he has a personal guard dog now smh)

“Yeah, you heard her. Now fuck off, Giovanna.”

Y’all are a drunk mess together because neither of you are in the right headspace to take care of anyone.

It’s a rough night for everyone else involved too. You and Leone are a handful!

You both pass out on the couch cuddled up in each other’s arms, maybe you drool a bit, maybe he snores and maybe Narancia has an incriminating photo you won’t see until your birthday 💀

Don Giorno Giovanna

Chances are if you come back high, he’ll be upset with you. His stance on drugs is firm and he’ll be alarmed, wanting to know what made you do it.

If you’re drunk, he will be mildly intrigued by your antics, and will take note of this different side of your personality.

Like Bruno he will be concerned for your well being but Gio considers you grown enough to know what you’re getting into. Mostly. So, he may not totally baby you.

He will indulge your clinginess, however, if you want to cuddle or hug him, he certainly won’t push you away. Giorno may even let you sit on his lap while he works.

Depending on the extent (or your behavior), he might be tempted to use Golden Experience on you to mitigate the effects of the alcohol lmao especially when you become really protective.

“Mista’s here to do his job, y/n, you can’t just order him to leave.” Look closely and you’ll catch him hiding a smirk.

Pannacotta Fugo

Will literally want to smack you upside the head, it takes everything in him not to do it though. But he will interrogate you!

“What were you thinking, y/n? Why didn’t you call me? This isn’t funny, you know!”

Fugo will try to take care of you but ultimately cannot handle you in this state. You’re already a hyperactive ball of energy when sober. The drunken version of you is like something straight out of a nightmare.

Fugo will eventually call for backup—anyone who can come help reign you in.

He’s definitely surprised when you start getting possessive and won’t leave him alone. Fugo will get a bit frustrated at how difficult you’re being.

“Y/n, Bucciarati is here to help, so sit still and stop glaring at him.”

It’s safe to say that Fugo doesn’t get any sleep either. He’s got his hands full with you, literally, since you're clinging to him the whole night. When you wake up with a hangover, he laughs as he pours you a cup of chamomile tea.

Retribution is so sweet.

Narancia Ghirga

Dude, Nara is positively losing it!

He’s got his phone out and ready to record/take pictures of you utterly making a fool of yourself.

At first, he doesn’t notice anything wrong, I mean, yeah you’re acting a bit loopy, but you’ve always been hyperactive and super fun to hang around, so that isn’t unusual.

It’ll take Bruno or Mista telling him that you are in fact drunk/high for him to realize and even then, it doesn’t quite hit him until you nearly smack Fugo for touching him.

He'll be a bit caught off guard because you’re normally so nice and sweet. You’ve never tried to hit any of them before.

“Woah there! Y/n, what’s gotten into you?” and “Better watch out Fugo, or else hehehe!” is what he’ll probably say.

When you cling to Narancia, Narancia clings back. He loves cuddling and hugging you and won’t mind the clinginess at all; he can be that way too sometimes.

By the end, you and Nara are curled up in his bed after a night full of hilarity and chaos.

Guido Mista

I imagine Mista will take everything in stride, as long as you’re uninjured, of course. And so, he’ll probably make a joke about you “having all the fun” without him.

He’ll pretty much be goofy and playful the entire time.

Mista will definitely try to get some food in you to help get you sober. Either he’ll whip something up or he’ll order take out. He also jokingly tries to feed you too.

He’s definitely willing to let you hang off him like a koala, in fact, he’ll offer you a piggyback ride and let you sit on his lap if you want.

Mista will get a bit concerned, though, when you almost yell at Abbacchio for telling him to move out of the way, but he’ll laugh it off in the end.

“Aww, babe, you look so cute defending me like that!”

The next day will be hilarious, only because Mista will continuously bring up the cute/funny stuff you did while drunk. It’ll be one of his favorite stories to tell.

#giorno giovanna #leone abbacchio #bruno bucciarati #pannacotta fugo #narancia ghirga #guido mista #jojo headcanons #honeycanons #anon #jojo x reader #jjba x reader #giorno giovanna x reader #leone abbacchio x reader #bruno bucciarati x reader #pannacotta fugo x reader #narancia ghirga x reader #guido mista x reader

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whumpingcrow · 3 years ago

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Ink Poisoning - Chapter 9

"Giovanni, Redacted."

Short Authors note: Please head the CW and read this chapter with discretion! It has very heavy themes and wording that discuss drug use/mental health in a very raw and uncomfortable way. I really advise this to be read by mature (18+) audience because of these themes. Thank you :) -Crow

CW: bbu and everything that goes with that, very poor mental health/slight suicidal language and themes, noncon drugging/drugs and alcohol (EXPLICIT), overdose mention, noncon/dubcon (EXPLICIT), multiple whumpers, lady whumper, dehumanizing language/themes, PTSD/nightmares, conditioned/trained whumpee, intimate whumper, death mention (let me know if i missed anything!)

Giovanni gets sick again. It's not like any ailment or injury he's ever experienced, it isn't like the bone chilling sickness he got from being outside for too long, it isn't like the exhausting nausea he used to get after long days of punishment and failure and violence. It's something altogether different, and in many ways so much worse. Nothing feels good anymore. Actually, he doesn't really feel anything, most of the time.

Besides fear. Fear is more of his way of existing than a feeling to him, now, sometimes it seems like the closest thing to home he has.

And so, the fear and the drugs and the confusing sickness all overshadow the things he really should be feeling. He doesn't even realize it when he begins to hate Rory, so he doesn't admit to himself or anyone else. He only really gets as far as telling himself he resents her, although he doesn't know how he remembers that word. But it wasn't resentment, he hated her. Almost as much as he hated his old master. Sometimes even more. It started out as a small burning anger toward her after she traded his body for drugs at Oscar's. Even then, he could convince himself not to be upset, that he was trained for that, that it was his purpose and he just had to get used to it. He could forgive Rory, even if she never apologized or even acknowledged what happened after, because at that point he really did still like her. Or was loyal to her. Or whatever.

But it just kept getting worse after that day. Rory had promised that after Gio did that awful thing for her, they would have fun. Gio soon found out that either Rory had a very different idea of fun than he did, or she had lied to him. She was able to keep them both high all the time, the backpack that Oscar had given her was filled to the brim. Every time Gio saw Rory digging through the bag to offer up his next dose, he couldn't help but think about the fact that he was seeing a visual of what he was worth: one huge sack of numbness in the form of pills. And to make it all worse, he was only half of the payment. Fitting enough. Still, he got tired of all of the bad trips and highs and lows, and he started to get mad at her again. Did it not feel horrible for Rory, too? She looked horrible, they both did, pale and borderline emaciated.

Gio was so angry with her that she was doing that to him, that she was making him sick and giving him pills so he'd never sleep (he was starting to actually miss sleeping and having bad dreams, because at least those he could escape, he couldn't wake up and leave this nightmare), and giving him pills so he'd be willing to do whatever she wanted and be subdued enough not to fight her or Oscar, or any other freak that she was letting have a turn with him that time, and giving him pills so that when she ran out he felt like he was dying, honest to God seconds away from vomiting out his own empty stomach and biting the dust immediately after. He had to forgive her, still, with no apology from her, every few hours for that.

Then Gio got sick. He didn't tell Rory, he was positive that he was too stupid to communicate the level of pain he was in anyway, and also wasn't sure if she cared. He was worried that one day he would just pass out from exhaustion or over exertion and he wouldn't ever wake up. Or that he would take a few too many pills at one time and his body would just give. That was sort of the easiest thing for him to forgive, as sad as it made him. Maybe it was because by then he was numb enough to not care about his health at all, or maybe he was just too tired to really try to fight anymore. He resolved that he had nothing to look forward to anymore, so why try? He not only forgave Rory for that, he surrendered that part of him to her completely. It was in her hands now, and sometimes it was very obvious that she knew that. And sometimes Gio thought he could see her enjoying it.

And through all of that, through all of the mistreatment and pain, Giovanni still liked her. None of that was what made him hate her. Because really, besides slowly poisoning him and trading him around for all the drugs she couldn't afford, she was nice to him. Or maybe he was just rewired to like anyone in charge of him.

The night he did start hating her, they were just getting back to their shitty motel that she had also managed to keep by letting the owner fool around with Giovanni from Oscar's place. Gio was tired like always, he was buzzing from the small taste of coke Oscar gave him to wake him up a little when he was done with him, he was embarrassed because that time Rory had been in the room with them, and mostly he just wanted to sleep. He was such an idiot for thinking that Rory would allow him to sleep. Probably more of an idiot for thinking he deserved rest. Rory was being nice to him in the car, calling him cute, she was such a fucking liar, telling him he was "a precious puppy", he felt nothing short of a repulsive monster, and petting through his hair, he never wanted anyone to touch him again.

Rory was nice to him when they went inside, too. Her hands were all over him, in all the same places that Oscar's had been, but with their own trademark tenderness along with their trademark perversion. Gio got lost in her movements, he let himself enjoy the gentle, almost teasing, touches. Then he let her push him back onto the bed, he let her crawl on top of him, he let her take his clothes off for a second time that day, he wanted to cry when she kissed him and pushed a pill onto his tongue with her own.

He didn't hate her then, he always enjoyed being used by her more than any of the others, and he felt nearly happy for the first time since he left with her. He was just high and all fucked out from Rory and Oscar. After, she rested her head against his bare chest, holding him close to her.

"You're wonderful, Gio," she told him, "You're the perfect person to do this with."

"To do what with, miss?" He knows he needs to stop asking questions, she doesn't owe him any explanation. But she's murdering him, the least she could do is explain herself.

She sat up to look at him, smiling at him like she always did. She looked beautiful. She looked just as sick as Gio felt. "Do you know about Romeo and Juliet?"

He did, although he didn't know why. "Yeah."

"That's like us, don't you think?" She crawled back on top of him, kissing him all over as she spoke. "Forbidden love, destined to never be fully together, dying in each others arms."

He was silenced for a moment, unsure which part of that he should address first. Did Rory love him? Of course not, he was unlovable, she was just high. They both were. And more than that, did she just confirm the meaning behind all of this: to die? Gio had spent the last few weeks stuck with her trying to convince himself that he was ok with that, that he would let Rory do what she wanted, and if she wanted him dead then he wouldn't protest against her. But hearing her admit it scared him. Maybe it was because he was foolish enough to hold onto a little hope that she wouldn't do something so horrible. She knew what she was doing, this entire time she knew that she was killing them both, and it was romantic to her. He was disgusted. He was horrified. He hated her.

"Rory," he whimpered, trying with his weakened arms to push her off of him. She was persistent, and had it been any other situation, Gio would've given up. He would've been quiet and just lay still and let Rory have her way with him yet again. But he was so scared, he was shaking, and he pushed at her again, harder. He didn't want to die. "Rory I don't want to die!'

She climbed off of him, allowing him to sit up and hide his face in his hands so she wouldn't see him crying. She was frowning at him, like she couldn't comprehend what he was saying. "You...You don't?"

"No! No, I don't want to die!" Gio was surprised in himself for shouting at her, for snapping his head up and looking right at her and yelling. She jumped back like she was afraid of him. She was such an idiot, didn't she know that she was the threat in this situation?

"Gio..." She shook her head to herself, then he could see her looking around the room, probably to locate the drug bag they had just picked up. "I just thought that you...I thought maybe you'd want some sort of escape. I know I would, if I were you."

He cried harder at that, but the tears felt different than usual. They weren't tears of fear or sadness, but tears of boiling anger. Did everyone think that of him? That he was so miserable and pathetic he must want a way out, he was such a hopeless situation he might as well just die? He didn't want to die, he didn't want to have some "forbidden love" with Rory, he didn't want the drugs, he didn't want any of this. "I want to go home. I want to go back with Nicko."

"What? No, Gio! No, come on, we're having a good time. We don't have t-to die, I was just kidding!" She laughed nervously to try and sell her point. He could sense her desperation, only this time he didn't want to help her. "You don't really wanna go back there, Gio-"

"I don't want this, Rory!" He pushed himself off of the bed and started to pull his clothes back on. "I don't fucking love you-"

"Gio!"

"And I don't want to kill myself for you! I want to go home, Rory! Take me home!"

The room fell silent after that. Gio wasn't afraid of punishment, he couldn't feel anything past his anger and hatred for Rory. He wiped his tears away, he knew they made him look weak, and he stared Rory down for a few more seconds. Just outside, he could hear two men shouting at each other. He wondered if anyone could hear him yelling at Rory. He wondered if they could tell if it was a box boy speaking out of turn and if they would take matters into their own hands to correct him.

"Fine." Rory spoke through her teeth, yanking her own shirt back on as she did. Gio couldn't believe that it worked so easily. "I'll take you back to Nicko. You ungrateful fuck."

He was ungrateful, he knew that. He didn't care.

Rory played the music louder than she ever had, signifying that she had nothing to say to Gio and didn't want to hear a word out of him. He liked it better that way, anyway, he didn't want to talk to her. She didn't take him all the way back up to Nicko's house, instead stopping down the street so he would have to walk past all of the neighbors houses in the snow to get there. He was more than happy to face the cold again rather than stay around Rory another agonizing second.

When he made it to the front door, something made him freeze. He had convinced himself that Nicko would be angry with him for leaving, and the idea of adding anymore pain to his already mangled body made him feel sick with anxiety. Or what if Nicko replaced him while he was gone? What if the new boxie was better than him? What if Nicko was glad that Gio left and would just send him back to the facility once he came back?

Then he decided that all of that was worth the risk of being inside a warm house, where his favorite person was, where Salem was, where he had a soft pink sweater hidden underneath his beanbag. So, with his last bit of energy, he reached out and knocked against the heavy wooden door.

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hockeylvr59 · 5 years ago

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Crush Part 2 || Matthew Tkachuk

Requested: [ ] yes [x] no

Authors Note: The response to the first part was amazing!!!! And since I got a few cute suggestions I couldn’t help but crank out a second part. I am loving this man so much right now that I can’t even describe it. Let me know if you have any other ideas moving forward and what your thoughts on this part are.

Warnings: cursing.

Word Count: 2,518

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With the team flying out of town the morning following his hallway encounters with Y/N, Matt didn’t see her for the next week because she didn’t travel with the team. Her lack of travel now made sense to Matthew and though he missed seeing her smile, it was definitely better for Lottie that her mom remains in Calgary. Of course, just because he didn’t see her didn’t mean that she didn’t occupy his brain. While knowing that Lottie was sixteen-months-old answered a few questions, that knowledge also spawned even more. For example, Matthew couldn’t help but wonder about the circumstances behind Y/N becoming a mother and whether motherhood meant that she was in a relationship.

They weren’t questions he’d be able to ask though, so he told himself that he had to assume that Y/N was in a relationship and get over his own silly feelings because it was never going to happen. The problem was...just telling yourself that didn’t mean that it was going to happen and Matt was rudely reminded of that fact when he arrived back in the locker room following the road trip. Before he’d even reached his stall, Matthew noticed a piece of paper sitting on the bench portion. A closer examination revealed a scratchy piece of artwork, post-it note stuck to the bottom corner.

Matt,

Lottie drew this to say thank you for reading to her. You don’t know how much that small gesture means to both of us and Lottie keeps asking when she can see ‘M. Chuck’ again. I know getting a child’s picture probably seems silly but Lottie would give me hell if I didn’t make sure you got it.

Y/N

Matt didn’t notice the grin on his face growing as he read the note but he did feel the snap of a towel against his ass which made him jump.

“You gonna get ready for practice or daydream about your girl?” Noah Hanifin chirped as he walked back to his own stall, towel slung over his shoulder.

“Shut the fuck up.” Matt snapped back, a glare now covering his face. No one dared say anything further, most even headed out to the ice a few minutes early while Matt quickly changed. The part of him that wanted his teammates to lay off him told him to toss the picture into the trash but for some reason he slid it into his bag instead, hanging it up with a magnet on his fridge when he got home. There was something about having a child’s artwork on the fridge that made his modern apartment feel a little bit more like a home.

_____

With the schedule ramping up, Matt had honestly lost track of his days. He’d seen Y/N in passing, and each time he did he cursed at the way his body reacted but he hadn’t spoken with her. Today though, Coach had canceled practice in lieu of a family skate and secretly Matthew was hoping that Y/N would show up.

Sitting in his stall in just a pair of sweats and a hoodie, Matthew laced up his skates, nervous energy radiating from him. The locker room was a madhouse with all of the guys’ kids running around in their skates and various layers of gear. Sitting in the stall next to him for a moment TJ worked on fixing his daughter’s hair.

“She’ll be here.” He declared nonchalantly. “She’s bringing Lottie to skate.” TJ didn’t say anything more as he scooped his daughter up and carried her toward the ice.

By the time Matt made his own way out to the ice, he noticed Y/N already skating around taking some pictures of the players and their families. TJ had said she was bringing Lottie but there were no signs of the little girl around anywhere. Before Matthew could even debate skating over to her he was pulled into a game of tag with some of the other kids. It wasn’t until he heard a familiar toddler voice shouting “mama!” that he looked back toward the bench only to find Y/N skating in the direction of her daughter who was in the arms of a man about his own age. He watched as she leaned up to kiss the man’s cheek, soft smile on her face as his worst fears came to life right in front of his eyes.

***

Hearing her daughter’s voice, Y/N let her camera fall from her hands to hang on its strap around her neck as she skated to the bench. Seeing that she had her mom’s attention Lottie started squirming in her father’s hands, reaching out for her mom. When Y/N reached the pair she leaned in and kissed Lottie’s head before pressing her lips against Christopher’s cheek.

“Hey! Thank you for dropping her off.” Y/N greeted as she pulled away.

“You know it’s not a problem Y/N.” Christopher insisted. “I have class anyway so I’d just be taking her to daycare.” Y/N was well aware of this fact but still, she was grateful nonetheless because this was one of her favorite things to do with her daughter.

“Still..thank you.” She repeated, taking the toddler who was reaching out for her wanting to be transferred to mom’s arms. They chatted for a minute about how things had been going before Chris leaned in and kissed Lottie’s head before pulling back.

“You’ll text me when you’re ready to have her back?” Y/N asked and Chris nodded, running his fingers through his short straight hair.

“Sure thing.” He agreed. “But uh. I’m gonna go before your boy over there comes and takes my head off.” With a teasing grin, he motioned over to where Matthew Tkachuk was indeed watching them.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Y/N mumbled, a blush forming on her cheeks.

“Uh-huh...sure sweetheart.” Chris threw back as he started backing his way down the tunnel.

‘Oh fuck you.’ Y/N mouthed. “Go ask that hot guy from your seminar to coffee or something after class.” She threw back winking at him as she shifted her daughter in her arms. With a laugh and a wave, Chris disappeared and Y/N shook her head turning her attention to Lottie.

“Are you ready to go skating?” She asked, her own grin growing.

“yeah! ‘Kate mama!” Lottie replied, clapping her hands. So after slipping her camera back into its bag under the bench, Y/N sat Lottie down and grabbed the skates that TJ Brodie had brought for her to borrow, his daughter just a little older than Lottie and one size up in skates. With Lottie’s skates ready to go, Y/N picked her daughter back up.

“Do you wanna skate with mama first or on your own?” Y/N asked and when Lottie insisted she wanted to skate with mama first, Y/N settled the little girl onto her hip before stepping onto the ice and starting to skate easy laps.

***

“Green isn’t your color you know.” Matthew heard from over his shoulder as he attempted to puck handle with a child’s stick. Gio just laughed at the grimace on Matthew’s face as he skated off to break up a disagreement with his kids and Matthew cursed softly before turning back to watch Y/N doing up Lottie’s skates before stepping onto the ice with her. Skating slow laps, Matty watched as the little girl smiled and relaxed against her mom before eventually squirming to be put down a few minutes later.

After taking off the little girl’s skate guards and sticking them in her back pocket, she gently set Lottie down and half squatted slowly skating the little girl forward. A screech of excitement left the toddler’s mouth and Matt’s chest started aching at the thought of wanting something he couldn’t have. They made it around a quarter of the rink before it appeared that Lottie had tired out and Y/N scooped her back up.

“M. Chuck!!!!” Matt’s eyes went wide hearing Lottie scream out in excitement having just spotted him and suddenly Y/N had skated to his side, Lottie waving at him a shy smile on her face.

“Hey, Matt.” Y/N greeted. “Someone wanted to come say hi.” Lottie rambled on for a minute or so and while Matt would like to say he was listening, he couldn’t take his eyes off of Y/N and the way she watched her daughter filled with so much love and affection.

“Hey Y/N. Hey Lottie.” He eventually replied, shoving his hands in his pockets in an attempt to keep himself from running them through his hair. “I wasn’t sure if you were coming to this thing…” He found himself stating, only to see Y/N shrug.

“Like we’d miss this. Skating is one of Lottie’s favorite things to do. I’ve been skating with her since she was two months old.” Though he didn’t intend to, Matt must have given her some sort of look because Y/N continued to explain. “Living in downtown Calgary it’s not so easy to go for late-night drives when she wouldn’t sleep so we started doing late night skates instead. I know a person or two...so we’d get into a rink and I’d strap her to my chest and start skating and before I knew it she was out like a light.” Lottie’s fingers were tangled in her mother’s hair and she shifted restlessly.

“Skate and talk?” Y/N proposed and suddenly Matt was skating easy laps beside her, unable to deny the desire to be close to her. “So yeah we’ve been skating together for a long time but today was her first time on skates herself and I think she did pretty well.” A mumbled ‘tell dada’ could be heard from Lottie’s head buried in Y/N’s shoulder and Y/N laughed softly.

“And she can’t wait to tell her dad all about it.” Matthew wanted to ask, it was eating him up inside but he just couldn’t. Instead, he swallowed hard, trying to find something neutral to say. Before he could though, Y/N yawned, a sneaky grin taking over her face. “But hopefully that’s later today than we had originally planned and he takes my advice on asking the hot guy in his seminar out for coffee.”

Matty hadn’t even realized that he’d just stopped skating at her words until she turned around and started laughing ten feet in front of him, a glint in her eyes. He didn’t know it, but while skating with him, Y/N had been processing over Chris’s words about Matt being jealous over and over until finally, it all clicked. As she skated back to him, bumping him with her shoulder she glanced up to see the confusion on his face.

“Chris is gay Matt.” She simply stated. “We were friends who got way too drunk and slept together fueled by the alcohol, stress, and loneliness. He told me the morning after that he’d been gay since high school and that while he loved me as a friend the night before had been a one-time thing. I wasn’t in love with him either...don’t get me wrong I love him as a friend just not more...so I was cool with it. Six weeks later he held me as we waited on a little piece of plastic to reveal our future. He’s been by my side since and we share custody of her. He’s the perfect co-parent and we still hang out every other week to talk about boys and drink wine.”

Matt felt like a bomb had just been dropped on his brain as he processed her words and their implications. Her baby daddy was gay...which meant that she was single. All of the little fractures of his heart suddenly healed and he felt his cheeks heat up, his crush reaching a new level. At some point, they had started skating again, though Matt couldn’t remember when that had happened, but he did hear Lottie’s murmurings for her mama to skate faster and faster.

“I don’t think mama can skate much faster Charlotte...” Y/N eventually stated, her voice a little more breathless from exertion. “But maybe if you ask Mr. Tkachuk nicely he’d skate you around a little faster. He’s a much better skater than mama.”

Matt didn’t stand a chance against those big brown eyes and the soft ‘peas’ that fell from her lips as she looked up at him. Still, Matt wasn’t sure that he was ready for this. Sitting and reading to her was one thing, but he was worried that she’d end up hurt if he took her for a skate. It wasn’t until Y/N rested her hand gently on his arm and mouthed ‘I trust you’ that he acquiesced, gathering the toddler in his arms, getting her settled before he started off slowly, gradually gaining speed.

The sound of Lottie’s laughter filling his ears brought his confidence up and soon he was skating as quickly as was safe around the crowded rink, tiny fingers tangled in his hoodie as she clung to him. He honestly lost track of time skating with her but as he started slowing, skating a final lap, he found himself shifting her so that her skates were back on the ice and he was holding her by the waist, his previous momentum carrying them both forward. The little girl seemed to love this even more and by the time they finally stopped back in front of the bench where Y/N was standing, Matt couldn’t describe the feeling filling his chest.

The ice had started to clear and it was evident that Y/N was ready to go because she had her street shoes on already. As he handed Lottie back to her mom, the little girl thanked him repeatedly, her eyes already starting to droop.

“Thanks, Matt.” Y/N murmured, using one hand to unlace her daughter’s skates, gently tugging them off her feet. “I’m sure Chris will also say thanks because she is going to sleep really well for him tonight.” She added laughing. Matt nodded and shrugged because it wasn’t that big of a deal. He watched as she packed her things up to head home, following her down the tunnel until the hallway parted.

He wanted to make a move, wanted to ask her out but for some reason even knowing she was single he was too anxious to actually admit his feelings out loud. Shoving his hands back in his pockets he started for the dressing room until once again her voice called out to him.

“Hey, Matt…” She started. “Chris has Lottie until Saturday morning…” The words were thrown out there with no real meaning and it wasn’t until she had walked away that it clicked and if he did a fist pump well...at least no one saw him.

She was interested. Now he just had to get her number.

#matthew tkachuk #matthew tkachuk imagine #calgary flames #calgary flames imagine #nhl imagine #nhl imagines #hockey imagine #hockey imagines #cflames #026

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talietikasero · 3 years ago

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Stability

Random prompt from 8/11 [finished 8/16]: rewrite the Strive ending / create an alternate epilogue [to line up with my story project]. I may or may not rewrite the whole thing for fun lmao.

[Main story preview here (contains 6 scenes)] // [Chapter 1 now on AO3]

"I guess... that's what they meant..." She let out between huffs. Both the voice in her head and the former Sanctus Maximus Populi said the same thing regarding her potential ability.

“When the time comes, with your seed, you hold the power to save or destroy the world.”

“You can prevent the end of it all.”

Energy drained, she fought off the sluggish pace her body was moving. Looking over to her partner, she noticed he was barely hanging on to his life, staying incredibly still, and trying to regulate his breathing while facing down. While her body contained the [Scales of Juno], he had the [Flame of Corruption] ripped out from his, reverting him to a human. "On second thought, don't move." Once she closed the distance between them, she knelt and put her arms around him. Face against the scuffed leather sleeve, and she struggled to hold her emotions in. "H-hey..." Voice cracking, she lowly muttered between sniffles, "please, don't go..."

"..."

"You... you stayed true to... your word about... a-about..."

"..."

"Fighting to... s-save the world..."

"If the world was going to disappear tomorrow... What would you do today?"

"What kind of a question is that? Stop whatever's ending the world or die trying."

Her embrace tightened as tears ran down her face. "Human, Gear, or neither. The world still needs you."

With drooped ears and saddened eyes, the wolf spirit whined. Its host and companion soothed it by scratching behind its ears and reassuring the worst had come to pass. "(It's okay, Rei. We're still alive.)." She whispered to the spirit in her native tongue. Another whine followed by a lick to the side of her face, Giovanna patted Rei's forehead. "What? Are you worried about me? I'm okay, I swear." She winced as another sharp pain ran through her body. "Ouch..." Her superior, the President, placed a hand on her shoulder. Half-expecting him to say she's no longer needed, she began, "I'm sorry-..."

"None of that." Vernon's voice was firm; however, it sounded... fatherly. He may have his doubts about the agent, but he knew she was more than capable of the job. Facing off against an unstoppable force, she did prove she's worth giving a higher position. "I can tell what you were thinking, but you're not being let go. You take as much time as you need off, Gio. Goldlewis, Erica, and I will await your return."

Saddened at the loss of someone he could consider a friend, the time traveler meekly looked down at the minty green and white guitar he held in his hands. This entire time he was unaware of her true identity. If he had to lose someone like her, it didn't have to be this way. Regardless of if she recalled who he was and why he was important to her in the first place, false memory or not. He threw away his chance to return home a while ago, and now he felt that it would've been for nothing had he gone through with it. "It shouldn't have ended like this... Megumi." Axl softly said under his breath.

After regaining control over his body and revealing the wicked goddess's weak point, the vampiric samurai pierced the ground a few centimeters with his sword. He kneeled to show his appreciation for defeating the evil force that used him as a puppet. Now, he could see why his master was fascinated by the will of a single person. This same person was stripped of his powers and still faced death head-on. "May you rest for now. The next time we meet, it won't be as enemies, but acquaintances." Drawing his blade from the ground, Nagoriyuki sheathed it and took his leave.

The King of Illyria – his lifelong rival and their son-in-law – made his way over to them, stopping a few feet short to maintain distance. "It's finally over. They're gone. We can... we can go home now." Part of him wanted to hold a hand out to help him stand, yet he held back and deemed that action unnecessary. Ky's spirits rose once he noticed the man in front of him was taking steady deep breaths -- body slowly moving to show signs of life.

Right hand maintaining its grip on the Outrage's handle, his free hand lightly grasped one of hers. Face still downward, a weak smile formed. "...You think so?"

She couldn't believe it. He's hanging by a thread and using what energy he should be saving to answer her with a question of his own.

"I know so."

The past three weeks were a blur. From the day she woke up and adjusted to this new world to the present, where she aided in bringing down a god. She never would've guessed that any of these events could've transpired. In the days leading up to September 2016, she was a terminally ill scientist who refused any life-saving alternative to live past what little time she had left, insisting she spent it with her significant other. Fast forward to December 2187, and she was brought back to life and became the partner of humanity's savior -- the very same person, albeit for the last time.

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The next day, another patient was checked into the hospital. This time there wasn’t a commotion caused by bringing his unconscious form bursting through the front doors. She wasn’t strong enough to carry him in her arms like he held her – that’s what the gurney from the airship’s infirmary wing was for.

“I have a request. May I stay here until he recovers? I… I don’t want to leave him.”

Three days later, word had reached his family that he's – miraculously and defying all odds – alive. His refusal to follow the light after what had happened was attributed to his stubborn nature. The Grim Reaper knocked at his door, and he slammed it shut in their face. Occupying the same bed, in the same patient room as her around a month ago, the now de-powered hero lay hooked up to the vitals system.

"Is he going to be alright?"

"Hard to say, but he'll pull through. He did wake up this morning, so there's something, yeah?"

"I'm sorry to interrupt, but has anyone seen my mother? About my height, short red hair with white underneath, and wearing a blue leather jacket? She hasn't been seen since everyone returned."

"She's in the room and hasn't left at all. I had someone stop by the house and bring her spare clothes since she spent the last four days here."

"Oh, thank god." The queen was relieved to know her mother's whereabouts. She respected her parents' privacy by not asking if she was able to go in.

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Ring-ring. Ring-ring. Ring-ring-ring.

Sighing in aggravation, she answered her phone. There was only one person she kept in contact with these past few days. "What do you want now? He's still not up, so stop cal-..."

"I was going to ask something else. I'm going to regret this, but are you still angry?"

"You're a smart man to keep your distance from me, but a dumbass to ask that. Of course, I am! You ruined our lives with your 'self-righteousness' and nearly brought another apocalypse."

"...Aria, I understand your rage. If only I could rewind time and prevent your illness. I shouldn't have forcibly converted him and disappeared with your sleep capsule. It wasn't my intention to have our research weaponized, but I was figuratively and literally held at gunpoint to hand it over to the US Government. I should've known better and anticipated that Chaos -- erm, the Original's creation would sabotage your activation. Your screams still haunt me... and... I'm... I'm sorry."

"Asuka."

"I can't fix this by excessively apologizing and listing off my crimes, but I hope everything goes well for you and Frederick."

"Whatever. Enjoy the moon, or don't." She ended the call before her former friend could reply. "Asshole." Aria slumped back in the chair and opened her book to the page she left off. "We should've launched you into the sun."

"Oh my. And I thought 'Sol' was a hothead. You're pretty harsh, you know that? It's more frightening than I-No on a good day." Jack-O's voice rang through. Capable of feeling and expressing emotions herself, the Valentine was taken aback at what she heard during their calls. "If possible, can we listen to his show sometime? Please?"

"...Okay."

"Thank you. ~"

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Forty minutes after the heated conversation, a groggy voice broke the silence.

"Is the... afterlife a sterile... hospital room?" Frederick's eyes were half-open, staring directly at the ceiling.

Aria closed what she was reading and placed it on the counter. Ignoring the monitors that once kept track of her, she looked over his body to see minimal damage sustained. "Looks like you've still got some of that healing factor. Or you're just too hardheaded to die."

He slightly turned his head to face her. "Heh. Probably both."

Running a hand through his now short hair, her lips curved into an unsure smile. "Welcome back to the land of the living?"

"This doesn't look like heaven. If you're my welcome guide, then I'll stay." His body was still sore, but he extended his arm out for her to hold his hand. The warmth from the fire magic still dwelling within them made their contact feel safer.

"I should've worn that jumpsuit and halo." Her inner voice's reaction was an exaggerated throat clear. "But if I did," she held a finger to her temple, "I don't think she would've appreciated that."

"I would've been mildly annoyed at best. Mildly annoyed yet honored that you'd wear it because of what you did."

"You're really pissed off at Asuka, aren't you?"

"How much did you hear?"

"All of it. Didn't know you were capable of that."

"I felt like you after the second day." He took that as a friendly poke at his history. "Since you've saved the world for the last time, are you still up for that 'alternate life' you mentioned the other night? We don't have to stay at Ky and Dizzy's. They can arrange something for us."

His ears perked up at the suggestion. Did she remind him about his statement regarding them settling down? Having survived an act of God, living a quiet life together a few minutes out from the capital didn't sound like a terrible idea. "What did you have in mind?"

"A fair-sized home, nothing too big or small, probably just down the way from their place. I don't want to throw everything away and live in seclusion. We're way out of our own time, but we finally have a family, people who care about us, and we care about them in return. Unless you have a better idea?"

"I'm fine with anything. Can't imagine I'd be able to go out much or at all because I'm officially a dead man."

"Not too long ago, I was a dead woman walking. Besides, the world thinks that Sol Badguy is dead, not Frederick Bulsara."

"Point there. You know, now that I think about it, this situation is just like a month ago."

"With you in my place, but I didn't have to be dragged in? This is the same room where I spent my time recovering. It was also -..."

"Where you got your new start."

"Y-yeah. That's exactly it. This is where I woke up to my new life! Not as Justice, or Jack-O, but as myself. That same day, I met our daughter and her husband, and then I saw you again. Just this time... I've been here since you were checked in. Everyone tried to get me to leave, but I refused."

He noticed the duffel bag placed near the door. There was a pant leg hanging over one side of the unzipped bag, and next to it were two pairs of footwear. "Way to tug at the old heartstrings. Stubborn as always, aren't you?" If he were honest with himself, he wanted to do the same when she was still unconscious. He had the feeling that the IRMC staff wouldn't have thought about asking him to leave the premises, even though he almost kicked the doors clean off the first time.

"One of my best qualities." She winked at him, giggling at her remark.

"Hey, Aria."

"Hm?"

He slowly sat up despite the mild pain, leaning over to bring her in for a hug. "Thank you."

Aria returned the motion, both holding onto each other, not wanting to let go. She had felt incomplete up until this moment. Preventing the end was a combined effort, and she couldn’t be any happier to have been a part of that team.

A sense of déjà vu, the song playing on the radio had neared its end.

You are all I long for All I worship and adore In other words, please be true In other words...

"I love you."

#guilty gear #aria hale #only tagging her since she's the main character of this little project #other characters in this mini prompt: sol axl giovanna nagoriyuki and vernon #also ky asuka and jack-o #the main fic's about 90 percent done #and i wrote this because i hit writer's block for two days #i'm ending the main fic's chapter 3 at the beginning of ggst so i may do some more rewrites #the song at the end is the brenda lee version of fly me to the moon #nat's fanfics #ah whoopsie it's 5am #by the energy drain i intended for her to jump into god i-no's body like in the actual story mode #but then she was torn out after starting the halting process

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ayellowcurtain · 4 years ago

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i just want nicco and martino to be happy 🥺 I love your take of the s4 storyline with the abo setting! ill be waiting patiently for your next update

Part 3 // This one is a little long, a little smutty at the start

Since Marti is distracted, a little too tired, Nico reminisces about last night, just now able to fully connect the hazy memories together. They didn’t take a shower, so he still feels...hot all over. His jaw is sticky with the sloppy kisses Marti gave him, his mouth open, pressed against Nico’s jaw when he came. He remembers his dry throat asking Martino to go slower and how it took him a second to come back to the present time and understand what Nico was asking, slowing down, maybe a little too slow even.

Nico knew his omega was loud and clear and a little jealous when he asked in between kisses if they could not use a condom and how Martino looked him dead in the eyes and nodded his head. Nico can’t remember being more turned on in his life. Maybe they made a mess on their way to the bedroom, pushing furniture away, putting each other on top of tables, counters…

Nico is sure there are marks everywhere on both their bodies because they were not careful last night. They were both desperate, letting their alpha and omega finally meet and do whatever they had to do and it was mind blowing.

He knows the back of Marti’s head is probably stinging still. He remembers holding it a little too tightly because he was desperate, he needed Martino to look at him and see how much he loved him, how much they are still a thing for Nico.

“Gio said that you’ve been working out.”

“What?” Martino opens his eyes suddenly, very confused and probably angry because from what Nico can tell on Marti’s face, he is sure Gio wasn’t supposed to be giving him any information about how Martino was doing while they were broken up.

“What? You think I don’t ask about you? You think they don’t want to tell me how you’re doing?”

“They were my friends, I supposed they would respect my privacy.” Martino looks away to the side like a stubborn little child.

“They are our friends and they do respect your privacy, but you’re being stubborn now.” Martino tries to move, to push Nico aside so he can leave, but Nico doesn’t let him.

“Fuck, Nico, if this is about a fucking interven-”

“Hey, hey, it’s not. It’s not. They talk because I ask nonstop, stop being so grumpy with the ones that are always on your side. They didn’t choose me, Martino, but I know how to be annoying to get what I want. And I wanted to know how you were doing...” Nico gently moves his hands up from Martino’s chest, touching his cheeks, following the freckles, “I needed to know if this distance was killing you the way it was killing me.”

Martino closes his eyes again, moving to lie on his back again, covering his eyes with his arm and Nico lets him, still watching quietly.

“I’m proud of you for taking care of yourself...I never thought someone would ever manage to convince you to work out. You’re lazy, you know…”

“Yeah, I guess anger is a good fuel to make me do it.”

Nico smiles even though he shouldn’t because he knows where Martino is trying to go. But Martino is still the grumpy creature he remembers so maybe there’s a way to his heart again. Maybe Niccolo can build a relationship between them again, another one because the first one he lit on fire and watched it burn in front of his eyes, with punches and curses. He won’t mind if he has to do all the work this time. Martino is worth it.

“I thought you were mine.” Martino lets it slip suddenly and Nico looks up at him again, at Martino’s arm, still covering his eyes.

“I am.” Nico says without thinking too because it’s that simple to him.

“You had sex with him.”

Nico swallows hard, his fingertips touching the seam of the pillow underneath Marti’s head, trying to find some comfort on the texture and counting the little circles the stitches make. He shouldn’t have and he has no excuse for it. Even though it was a mistake that happened months and months ago, Nico knew what he was doing, how it would ruin him for Martino if he ever gave Nico a second chance.

“I can hear you thinking.” Martino pushes the sheets away from him, slowly sliding to the side, away from Nico, pressing his palms against his eyes to dry his tears as he gets up, putting his clothes on.

“I made a mistake.” Is all Nico can say, knowing Martino can smell all over him how it pains him to admit what happened.

“Do you like him?” Martino stops on the side of the bed, close to the wall behind him, putting his hands down and back to lean against them on the wall.

Nico sits on the bed, so nervous and anxious he has a hard time turning his thoughts into words that’ll make sense together.

“What? No, Martino. We’ve been through this. I love you and I’m yours. I chose to be yours and I’m so happy I did. No matter how many times you run away, as grumpy as you can be, I won’t make the same mistake again. And I’ll wait for as long as you need until you run out of your grumpiness and anger and disappointment.”

“I thought you were the one who wouldn’t fuck me over, Nico. I expected even from Gio. To walk away one day when he and Eva work their issues out, but I thought we were solid, that I could trust you and you wouldn’t walk away. I’m fucked up in every way possible, but I thought you were able to handle it.”

Niccolo crosses his legs in front of him, stuttering again, clenching his jaw not to break down. Martino gives him the time Nico is silently asking for this time, hoping Marti won’t leave him while he’s diggesting how badly he hurt Martino. They both stay silent for so long that Martino decides to move from the wall, sitting on the arm chair close to the window.

“Are you seeing someone else?” Nico asks without meaning to, finally looking at Martino again. He lifts his head too, looking at Nico, a little surprised it seems.

“You don’t know that already? I thought the information was finding its way to you.”

“They’re not snitching on you. They answer what I ask. I didn’t ask them that, I wanted to hear it from you.”

Niccolo doesn’t really want to hear it, but he brought them to this and now he has to hear it.

“I can still smell Luai sometimes. In your bed, in the bathroom,” Martino changes the subject and Niccolo looks around like he’ll find proof of what Marti is saying, but of course he doesn’t. Martino probably has his senses heightened by anything that can belong to Luai.

“Stop searching then.”

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, Niccolo. You’re fucking someone else and you ask me what I’m doing?”

“I’m not! Martino! Stop! I’m not fucking anyone else. Yeah, he slept here a few times, we had a thing for a month or even less. And that was a long time ago.” Niccolo mindfully breaths slower, in and out. He’s tired, so tired and he doesn’t know what else to say. Martino is that stubborn that he won’t listen unless it’s what he wants to hear.

“I love you. I’ve always been in love with you. You wanna know about me and Luai? You’re not gonna leave it alone until you hear it, so okay. We had sex. More times than I could remember, but it was just sex, it was just us being dumb,” Nico can tell Martino is not liking hearing all of that, his hands grabbing the arms of the chair so tightly it makes his fingers even paler, his chest moving quicker and deeper with each breath, but Nico needs to give him some of his own medicine.

He sees Martino opening his mouth, asking him to stop, but he doesn’t listen, Martino needs honesty and so Nico will give it to him, as raw and honest as he needs him to be, “We were needing proof that we would never work. I don’t love him, never did, never will. Because he’s not you. No matter how much you think he’s more important, he’s not. He’s a friend now, not even a close one. I can’t stop thinking about you. Since Luai, I never had sex with anyone else, I didn’t even kiss anyone else.”

“Stop. I get it.” Martino says firmly this time, his eyes filling with water and Nico wants to hold him, to kiss him until their lips get sore again, asking him to come back home. Martino asked for honesty and now Nico is ready to give it to him. He understands everything clearly and he wishes he could have felt this way before, a year ago, when Martino needed to know where his heart was and Nico stuttered for a second, more than enough time to burn the bridge between them.

“I wish you knew how tired I am. I’m sure it’s all over my smell, but you can’t bring yourself to smell it, just constantly looking for proof that I’ve been with someone else.”

“I haven’t.” Marti cuts his sentence again and Nico frowns, a little bit in shock, “I haven’t had sex after you. Trust me, I tried. Guess I was too shitfaced to make it happen when I tried.” Martino is not looking at him when he confesses. He slips down the chair, looking up at the ceiling and Nico can’t help but feel a little happy and relieved. He can totally picture a drunk Martino trying to have sex with strangers, probably so grumpy it made whoever it was lose the interest.

“I’m happy.”

“Because you’re selfish.”

“More like desperate. You’re an alpha, my alpha. We’ve been apart for a year. I was so scared...you would find someone else.” Nico admits, remembering of the nights of sleep he lost, thinking about Martino merging with someone else.

“You were with an alpha. You actually dated another one. I was in a lot more risk than you think you were.”

Nico smiles even though he knows he shouldn’t, “No, you weren’t. You just don’t wanna accept it. I was never his, Martino, not like this. Not like us. Never would have happened.”

“This conversation is pointless.” Martino sighs, annoyed, still staring at the ceiling.

“It’s not. I’m not letting you go now. You’re here now, you’re back, even if you don’t want to. If you came here, it’s because you still care. And if you walk out that door, I won’t stop trying until you accept me back.”

“I knew when you were having a heat.” Martino moves his head to the side so they can see each other, “Thought I was going to lose my mind. I had to argue with Gio to lock me inside his house. Imagine if I came here and you were with Luai.” Martino laughs ironically, “Would love to hear you asking me to stop punching him again.”

Nico bites the inside of his cheek. Martino does not want to know what happened during the first heat he got after their break up.

“When I was alone, it was painful. Thankfully you forgot some of your clothes here. I wish Gio didn’t listen to you.”

Nico doesn’t elaborate, Martino knows him, no matter how much he tries to fight it now, and he knows Nico is talking about Martino coming home to help Nico with his heat, not about punching his ex.

“Like I said, guess the going up and down mountains every morning helped me after the first few.” Nico stretches his legs straight again, slowly lying down, closing his eyes. Martino won’t ever be the same, he’ll never give Niccolo a real chance. He’ll always find ways to not trust him.

“I wish you would just do it.” Nico can’t see, but he’s sure Martino was too inside of his own head to understand what he’s saying so he continues to make himself understood completely. “Bite me. We both want it, you just pretend you don’t.”

#skam italia #martino rametta #niccolò fares #martino x niccolò #nicotino #Nicotino!Abo AU

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let-me-write-shit · 4 years ago

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Somebody To You: 21

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WARNING: Smut!!!! (****** before and after so you can skip)

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CHAPTER TWENTY ONE:

They laid in silence for a while, just staring at each other. Neither of them knew what to say. They just needed time to process what was happening and their emotions. Harry’s eyes flickered down to her hands that rested on her hip just above her rose tattoo. He hesitated before reaching out, grabbing her hand and pulling it closer to his chest. Their fingers twirled together for a moment before he laced his fingers through hers, feeling the heat of her palm on his as he hugged her hand to his chest. He could lay here looking at her face forever.

His eyes searched her face, wondering what she was thinking. Was she happy? She hadn’t even attempted to retract her hand, so that was a good sign. He noticed a tug at her lip which turned into a lopsided smile and small giggles escaped her mouth which turned into hushed laughter as she dug her face into his chest.

Harry grinned, looking down at her, “You know, laughing isn’t the best thing to hear after sex.”

She settled, pulling away, still smiling, “It’s not that. It’s just…” she shook her head, looking up at him, “I never thought I’d be in this situation with you.”

“So you’re not disappointed?” he half-joked.

She rolled her eyes, smiling and pulling her hand back, “Tremendously disappointed. You made me finish first? Who does that?”

He laughed, staring down at her and letting the silence creep in again. Harry brushed a piece of hair that was partially covering her eye, tucking it behind her ear and let his thumb graze her cheek before bending in and placing a soft kiss on her forehead. He knew she couldn’t stay here all night, but he didn’t want her to leave. He was afraid of what would happen if she did. What would happen once the moment was over and they were left alone with nothing but their thoughts? Would she regret this? Would they not be able to look at each other the same? How would their friendship be affected?

These feelings and worries were something he’d typically confide in Zoey about. But he couldn’t do that this time. There were things he couldn’t talk to her about, now, because it dealt with her. And the list of things he couldn’t talk to her about would only grow if things got more serious between them. Surely that would put a strain on things. But seeing how peaceful and comfortable she looked laying in bed with him made him want to take the risk. Would it be worth it? The risk of losing your soulmate?

The loud echoing of footsteps bounding up the stairs made both of their eyes widen and they sat up, staring at the locked door. They could hear giggling and hushed voices getting closer. More voices than expected could be heard and they looked at each other, knowingly. Nancy and Andy must have found what they were looking for at the club.

Once the voices were no longer audible, Zoey stood up, collected her clothes. “I should get back to my room,” she said, pulling them back on.

Harry frowned, pulling his boxer briefs on and walking over to her. She smiled, pressing her lips to his once more and whispering, “Night,” before poking her head out of the door and tiptoeing, leaving Harry without a chance for rebuttal.

Harry stared at the door for a moment, a smile creeping onto his face and elation taking over him. He danced dramatically in place before flinging himself onto his bed, beaming. At that moment he ignored all the worries and what-ifs. He was happy.

By the time morning rolled around, Zoey was worried about how Harry would act, stressed that he would have regretted it. She barely got any sleep last night. She spent hours thinking. As scared as she was, Harry was the only person that made her feel something. She couldn’t remember another time where she felt whole before him. Yes, she had Jess, but there was always a piece of her that felt like it was missing. It wasn’t until she met Harry that it changed. She was terrified he didn’t feel the same.

After her shower, Zoey decided to leave her hair down and hesitantly walked into the kitchen where everyone but Nancy was, hanging out and making breakfast. She saw the back of Harry’s head standing at the coffee maker asking everyone if they wanted coffee.

“See, what I’m not going to let you do is ruin my coffee like you did yesterday. Stick with your tea, I’ll make my own coffee,” Andy huffed from the kitchen island, causing everyone to laugh.

With a smile, Harry turned and caught eyes with Zoey. His eyes flickered, and his smile grew. In an attempt to hide it, he forced his smile into a grin and asked, “coffee?”

Zoey blushed, nodding a yes. Relief washed over her realizing that he didn’t seem regretful at all. Minutes later Nancy walked in, hair disheveled and looking particularly tired. Andy laughed at the sight, “Have fun?” he winked.

She grumbled, taking the coffee that was meant for Zoey out of Harry’s hand and taking a sip, “Italian men are on another level.”

Andy nodded, “You’re telling me.”

“So you did bring someone back,” Harry smirked, making another cup, “I thought I heard extra footsteps. When did they leave?”

“Right after,” Nancy laughed, looking over Aurora’s shoulder as she cooked on the stove.

Andy cackled, sitting up straighter, joking, “Thanks for the fuck, here’s your stuff. We don’t need to exchange numbers.”

Everyone laughed and Nancy turned to look at both Katie, who was buttering toast, and Zoey, who finally got her coffee from Harry. He stood next to Katie who was now helping her plate the toast.

“How was the date last night?” Nancy asked.

Katie beamed, “So good. I’ve been texting Gio since they dropped us off.”

“Oooh, does that mean you got a kiss?” Nancy asked.

Katie blushed, nodding, “Yeah, we both did.”

Harry’s head snapped up, eyeing Zoey, and her body tensed, realizing she never told Harry about the kiss. Shit, she thought, seeing the shock and disappointment in his eyes. While the attention was on Katie as she continued gushing about their date, Zoey sunk back and snuck out of the kitchen towards the library trying to get a second of silence to think. Would he be pissed? Had she screwed everything up?

The creak of the door startled her and she turned to see an annoyed Harry, “You kissed Marco?” he repeated.

Zoey stepped closer, hands up in defense, stammering, “I-You were supposed to be at the club.”

“So you kissed him?”

“Harry, you told me you just wanted to be friends. He asked to kiss me. I said okay. It was just a kiss.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

Her eyebrows furrowed and her mouth opened, incredulous, “I was a little preoccupied with your dick in my mouth.” His eyes widened and he closed the library door, not wanting anyone to hear their conversation and she continued, “Would it have made a difference? You wouldn’t have fucked me if you knew I slept with Marco?”

He sighed, walking back over to her, “No, I’m just...fuck. I just would have rather known than me surprised about it, that’s all.”

Her expression softened and she narrowed her eyes at him, a smirk forming, “Are you jealous, H?”

His lips twitched and he blushed, “Shut up.”

She laughed and teased, “You’re jealous!”

“Shut up!” he repeated, folding his arms.

“Make me.”

With one quick move, Harry grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her to him so that their bodies pressed together, attaching his lips to hers. He felt her gasp and relax in his arms, her soft lips practically melting on his. How did she do it? How did she make the room spin whenever she touched him? He almost forgot that they were just friends. He almost forgot that the others were only a few feet away, unaware of what was going on.

They pulled away, smiling at each other and she took a breath, taken aback, “If you keep kissing me like that, you’re going to get us both in trouble.”

“A little trouble never hurt anyone,” he smirked.

She snorted, “Careful. Before they find out,” she looked down at him before slipping out of the room.

He looked down at himself noticing a peek forming in his sweats from the semi-hard on that had formed. Grinning, he tucked himself into his waistband and went back out just in time to see everyone taking dishes and food out to the terrace table. No one had seemed to notice Harry and Zoey’s glances or smirks. At least no one said anything about it. They just ate breakfast, talking about how sad they were to be leaving in two days.

“I can’t believe tomorrow is our last full day here. What’s the plan for today?” Aurora asked.

“Well, I promised Zoey a shopping spree, so I think we’ll do that today,” Harry said, looking at Zoey.

She knew that was just his excuse to spend some alone time with her, but she wasn’t complaining. She nodded in agreement, “I wanted to go to Trastevere.”

“I’m not opposed to the beach,” Nancy said, taking a bite of food.

“I wanted to meet up with Gio at some point today. Maybe he can meet us there?” Katie asked.

They finished up eating and Zoey got changed into an orange, short, strappy, floral dress with ruching on the arms and hem. She left her hair down, knowing how much Harry liked it, and put on a light makeup look, meeting Harry in the living room who sat on the couch with Aurora and Nancy.

His eyes sparkled when he saw her and he grinned, standing, “Ready?”

“Have fun!” Nancy called after them.

Zoey could have sworn she noticed a hint of a smirk on Rory’s face, but she shook it off, following Harry to the front door. He led her to his classic car rental, opening the door for her and rounding to his sides. The windows were extra tinted which was probably smart because as soon as Harry closed his door, he leaned over the middle console and pulled her face closer to his, lightly kissing her before sitting back in his seat.

“What was that?” she giggled, pulling on the seatbelt.

“I had to. You looked too beautiful.”

She blushed while he started up the car and as they drove down the driveway, he reached across and intertwined his fingers in hers. She couldn’t believe how quickly things had changed in a matter of hours. And so far, it wasn’t nearly as terrifying as she thought it’d be.

They made sure to keep the physical contact to a minimum while out in public in case he started to get recognized, which, sure enough, was the case within a matter of two hours when they came out of a little candle boutique and were confronted by a boy and a girl around their age. The two beautiful Italians sheepishly came up, phones in hands, asking for a picture.

“Sure, of course,” Harry nodded.

Zoey stepped to the side, bags in hand, smiling while he took a picture with each of them, briefly chatting about their day. She noticed onlookers realizing who it was and taking their phones out to snap pictures of him from a distance. Harry thanked them and wished them a good rest of their day, continuing down the cobblestone walkways with Zoey, ignoring the obvious row of people who had their phones out, taking pictures of him as he passed.

“It’s weird being in public with you,” Zoey hushed, trying her best to ignore the phones.

“Good or bad?”

She shrugged, “Neither. Just weird. I keep forgetting you’re famous.”

He looked down, smiling, “Good.”

The two of them grabbed a quick bite to eat for late lunch and decided to head back to the villa by 3 PM. No one was there. Figuring that they were all still at the beach, the two changed into their bathing suits and decided to take a swim in the pool. They threw their towels onto the chair and before Zoey could even dip her toe into the water, Harry ran and tackled her in, their bodies smacking against the cold, still, water, making a huge splash and tidal waves.

Zoey came up for air, standing on her tippy toes and sputtering, wiping the water from her eyes, “Asshole!”

He laughed, swimming up beside her, “Come here,” he beckoned, pulling her close to him, wrapping her legs around his waist.

Zoey wrapped her arms around his shoulders, looking down at him. Water droplets perched on his eyelashes and scattered around his chest. His lips looked glossy and his breath smelt minty from the gum he had just been chewing. Wet strands of his hair had fallen in front of his face and she slicked it back to get a better look at his green eyes. There it was again; that pull. She didn’t fight it this time. She bent down, shutting her eyes as her lips connected with his. The spark. The spark she had always heard about but never felt except when she and Harry kissed. The spark that made her sink into him and cause butterflies to erupt into a frenzied dance in her stomach.

Harry deepened the kiss by running his tongue along her lips and she parted them, allowing him entrance. They both doop a deeper breath, kissing more fiercely. He carried her over towards the edge of the pool, pressing her back into the wall. She could feel him between her legs getting harder through his bathing suit as their hands began to roam wildly. She wanted him - needed him.

Her hands trailed down to the waistband of his swim trunks and before she could slip her hand in, a faint clatter could be heard towards the house. They quickly pulled apart, lips red raw and flustered, just in time to see Aurora and Nancy slipping out the back door, tan glistening from their day at the beach.

“Oh, hey guys!” Nancy waved, “Mind if we join you? Want to rinse the sand off.”

“Y-yeah, sure,” Zoey stammered, noticing Harry’s back turn to them to hide his erection in his waistband again. She couldn’t help but chuckle, turning her attention back to her roommates, “How was the beach?”

The night carried on without suspicion. Zoey thought they were doing a pretty good job of acting like nothing was going on. Katie and Andy made dinner for everyone, they all stayed up late talking by the bonfire. Harry purposefully didn’t even sit next to Zoey so that he didn’t raise suspicion. Though that didn’t stop the two from discreetly eyeing each other and stealing kisses when given the chance.

She had to admit, the sneaking around made it even more fun. As much as she wanted to tell someone, she still wasn’t sure exactly what was going on and she was enjoying having this a secret, for now, afraid that once it was out there, things would change.

Katie had already gone to bed or at least went to her room to text Gio in private, and all of the careful winks and smirks from Harry was taking every bit of strength for Zoey to not pounce on him across the fire.

Zoey exaggerated a yawn and announced, “I’m going to head to bed. Goodnight, guys!”

“Goodnight,” everyone called back.

She hid a final wide-eyed knowing look at Harry before continuing inside and to her room, stripping her clothes down to her bra and underwear, nervously waiting. She scanned the room, trying to decide where the sexiest place to wait was. In her bed? By the door? Sitting? Standing? There wasn’t enough time to decide. Seconds later there was a small knock on the door and Harry quickly slipped in, closing it behind him and smirking to see her already half undressed.

“Can’t get enough of me, can you?” he joked, peeling his shirt off to reveal his toned, tanned body.

Definitely not, she thought, leaping at him and wrapping her arms around his shoulders. She could feel him smile into the kiss, lifting her off of the floor and wrapping her legs around his waist. It was effortless but felt more passionate than when Brett did it. She tightening her legs around him as his hands slid up her back, unclasping her bra and sliding it off of her. He peeled his face from hers and slid her up his body even more so that he could get a better look at her round breasts, taking one nipple into his mouth while his hand massaged the other. She watched, mouth agape, feeling the wet start to drip into her panties.

A muffled eruption of laughter could be heard through her bedroom window from her friends just below her room on the terrace and Harry glanced over, craning his neck to see the tops of his friends' heads barely visible. Zoey shimmied out of his grip and towards the window, pulling the curtain shut before walking back up to him.

“Come take a shower with me,” she said, pulling his arm and leading him towards the ensuite.

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She turned all of the shower knobs, sending a stream of water from two shower heads and the rainfall feature to the stone shower floor, warming up. She stripped out of her thong and Harry pulled off his pants, his erection in full view now. She bit her lip at the sight and took him by the cock, gently leading him into the shower.

The warm water cascaded down their bodies, making her grip on him easier as she pumped him. Their lips were more slippery as they kissed. Occasionally they would break apart, panting, to get a look at each other. The water made the curves and arches of her body glisten, somehow making her even more beautiful. All he wanted to do was run his tongue from her toes on up.

He attached himself onto her neck, lightly biting at the base. He kept trailing down to her nipples. He bent down, even more, kneeling and sucking on her navel. The smooth stones from the shower floor felt like gravel underneath his kneecaps, but he didn’t care. He lifted one of her legs onto his shoulder, kissing her rose tattoo before burying his face in her cunt, ravenous for a taste of her again. He heard her soft gasps echo in the shower and felt the water from the shower collecting by his nose making it harder to breathe, but he ignored it. He would drown before he was forced to stop, for all he cared.

His hands gripped onto her waist and her hands slid down to meet his, intertwining their fingers as he continued to suck on her juices. Her body twitched with pleasure and he breathed heavily into her. He was throbbing. He needed to be inside of her.

He let her leg down from his shoulder and stood up, his cock pushing into the crease of her legs. She licked his lips and muttered, “fuck me,” into his mouth. The sudden realization that he didn’t have a condom with him hit and his eyes instinctively roamed around the room. She seemed to realize, too, hesitated, and said, “Pull out.”

He nodded, kissing her before spinning her around and pushing her chest against the wall, her ‘bite’ tattoo now visible. He had to do it. How could he not? He bent down, once more, wrapping his mouth around her tattoo and biting down, just hard enough to leave an impression, his hand sliding down her crack and feeling for the plump, warm entrance of her cunt, sliding two fingers in to make sure she was ready for him. Her whimpering seemed proof enough, so he stood up, taking hold of his cock, and guiding it in, making her gasp.

Harry watched as she pushed her face into the shower wall, eyes tightly closed and mouth ajar. Even dripping wet with hair stuck to hair stuck to her cheek, he had never seen a more beautiful person. He took both of her arms, folding them behind her back and using them as leverage to thrust himself harder into her. She moaned louder and he gritted his teeth, sure he was going to finish soon.

“Ha-rry,” she moaned, legs trembling. She had finished.

He spun her around, lifting one of her legs and forcing himself inside of her again, grunting. His free hand slid up her wet body and took hold of her neck, forcing her to look up at him. He could feel chills run down his spine as their eyes locked, unblinking, the burning desire ravenous in both of them. He let out a grunt, pushing himself away from her and pressing his cock to his stomach, white spunk exploding from his tip, washing away from the water. When it was all out, he placed another firm kiss on her lips before the two of them finished washing up, gently bathing each other.

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They towel-dried and laid in Zoey’s bed in silence, enjoying the moment. He listened to her breathing and the sound of his heart beating pounded in his ears. Why was this feeling so intense with her? What made her so much different than the rest? What made it easier to be with her compared to someone else? He couldn’t understand it. He couldn’t wrap his head around it.

Her head shifted up to look into his eyes and she hesitated, mouth opening and closing in thought before she decided to speak. “What happens after we leave?” she asked.

“After we leave?” he repeated.

She nodded, “Yeah. When we leave Italy. When we go home. What happens?”

His heart sank to his stomach and a lump formed in his throat. He didn’t know. Honestly. As much as he wanted to be with her, he had no clue if he could. London was his home, not hers. He’d been away on tour for so long, he couldn’t leave his friends and family in England, again. Besides, he had to get back and start working on a new album soon. Zoey lived a relatively normal life. Worked a relatively normal 40 hour work week with vacation time and benefits. It’s not like she could pick up and fly to him whenever she wanted.

Could she even handle his lifestyle? Even she admitted to forgetting that he was famous when fans came up to them on the street. That wasn’t even a fraction of what she could expect daily of life with a celebrity. Did he want to put her through that? Having a fling with someone is one thing, but a relationship was something completely different. It wasn't something he took lightly. There were always serious repercussions when it came to dating someone famous and he was afraid of what that might mean.

He didn’t have an answer for her. Instead, he pulled her closer to him, placing a kiss on her forehead and resting his chin on the top of her head. Neither of them spoke again. They just laid there in silence once more, letting the question sink into their chest as they fell asleep. What happens when this vacation ends?

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