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littlebeethings · 3 years

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Don't Break My Heart Ricky

Part Two of the Hey Ricky Series Pairing: Ricky Hauk x Reader Word count: 3070 Warnings: Violence Summary: It's time for the best man's speech, what memories will Joey ignite? Part One | Part Three | Part Four | Masterlist | Ao3

Ricky leaned over and kissed you as everyone clapped for the maid of honor speech. You melted into him. His hand, warm and calloused, held yours. You smiled as you looked down at your finger, you were married.

“Mr. Hauk,” you said, rubbing your thumb over the small target tattoo on his thumb.

“Mrs. Hauk,” he smiled as your cheeks grew red from hearing it.

There was a thump as Joey jumped onto the stage. You and Ricky turned to look.

“May I have everyone’s attention?” Joey asked, tapping the microphone.

“Oh, now it’s your turn,” you said, leaning into Ricky’s shoulder.

“I’m Joey. Best man and most handsome Hauk brother.”

The crowd laughed and you booed.

“Oh shut up, Mrs. Hauk. You’re biased,” Joey teased, smiling at you. You stick your tongue out at him. He mirrored you and giggles could be heard in the crowd.

Joey shifted and looked at his shoes. “Ricky didn’t have the best of childhoods.”

Ricky tensed beside you and you reached over, rubbing the base of his neck with your thumb.

“But he made sure that I did,” Joey continued, looking out at the crowd. “Ricky was always a little sad and I often saw through the curtains he put up. It wasn’t until he took a creative writing course that I started to see that sadness start to fade away.”

You squeezed Ricky’s hand and he squeezed back.

“I will always remember the first time I met her,” Joey said with a smile. “She was like an angel if angels wore skinny jeans and graphic tees.”

You smiled at Joey who smiled back.

Fall Sophomore Year

Joey was sitting at the counter at the auto shop tinkering with his newest invention. It was quiet in the shop that afternoon and he loved it. These moments listening to his brother work on a car while he worked on his project. No one to bother them. No one to tell them what to do. Joey only recently learned about his brother’s childhood and how it was vastly different from his. He was grateful for everything his mother and brother did, but he also felt guilty for being happy and not traumatized.

“Hey Joey,” Ricky called from under the red Toyota. “Could you bring me my toolbox?”

“Sure,” Joey said, slipping from his stool.

“Thank you,” Ricky said as he heard the box being placed beside him.

“What do you think is wrong with it?” Joey asked.

“Get down here and I’ll show you.”

Joey’s face lit up as he crawled under the car beside his brother. He listened carefully as Ricky pointed out the parts of the car and what they did and how they worked. Joey handed Ricky the tools he needed when he needed them and held onto the little red rag when Ricky wasn’t using it.

He was leaning against the car when you pulled up.

Your car had seen better days and with the sound it was making, you were scared to drive it anywhere outside of the city. A friend of a friend had recommended the small auto shop just off campus and on your day off, you decided to take her to get looked at. You prayed that it wouldn’t cost more than an arm and a leg.

“Hello,” Joey greeted you at the counter.

“Why, hello,” you smiled. “Are you the owner of this fine establishment?”

Joey grinned. “No, my brother works here.”

“Oh. Well,” you said. “You look like someone I could trust with my car.”

“I do?” Joey beamed.

You laughed. “Yeah, you do.”

“That’s great because I want to be an inventor someday.”

“An inventor? What do you want to invent?”

“I’m not sure yet. I want to make things. Fix ‘em.”

“We need more people like that. We have far too many people breaking things. We need people who want to make and fix things instead.”

“Exactly,” Joey smiled. “I’ll go get my brother.”

Joey disappeared into the back of the shop and came back a few moments later with Ricky.

Your lips turned up and your eyes brightened when you saw him in the doorway. “Ricky.”

Ricky flushed and rubbed the back of his neck with his hand.

“You know my brother?” Joey asked.

“Yeah, we sit next to each other in creative writing,” you said. “Oh, are you the cute—”

Ricky gently steered Joey back into the back.

“Go get my rag,” Ricky said. “Please.”

Joey did as he was told and Ricky sighed.

“Ugh, little siblings,” you said. “Always on the verge of spilling our secrets.”

Ricky turned, “I didn’t—”

Didn’t what, exactly? Didn’t talk about her to his brother. Tell him how she was really cute and he was lucky to be able to sit beside her. Or worse, what he actually thought about her. When he actually thought about her. In the mornings and in the evenings and every second in between, and every second after. How he loved it when she curled up in her seat and her knees pressed into his, her arm brushing against his as she wrote in her notebook.

Of course, he couldn’t say that.

“Don’t worry about it,” you said. “I was wondering if you might have time today to look at my car. It’s making this weird sound and I’m scared it’s going to blow up or worse, die on me on the way to class.”

“I don’t think you have your priorities right,” Ricky said.

You laughed, “No. I guess I don’t.”

Ricky smiled, “You mind if I drive it around back?”

“No,” you said, handing him the keys. “Of course not.”

You placed the keys in his palm and your fingers brushed. It took every fiber in your being to not show what the simple touch did to you. Perhaps it was because you were touched deprived, or that you had a crush on him since the first day of classes or a hybrid of both, but your body heated up and you couldn’t stop it.

Ricky got in your car and turned it on, listening to the sounds it made. You watch him work. You loved his red baseball hat almost as much as you loved seeing his thick, fluffy hair, you decided. Ricky put the car in drive and disappeared around back.

“I’m glad it didn’t blow up with you inside,” you told him when he got back.

“Are you straightening out your priorities?” He asked.

“Maybe,” you smiled.

—

You talked with Joey while Ricky looked at your car. He was a sweet kid and you instantly fell in love with him. You talked about his dreams of inventing things and some of the ideas he had. He showed you his little notebook where he kept all his ideas.

“That one is really cool,” you said.

“It’s supposed to be a wind-powered generator.”

“That’s so cool,” you said, studying the picture.

“Yeah,” Joey said. “It would be better if I could figure out how to make it small enough to fit in a backyard, but powerful enough to power a house.”

“That does sound tough,” you said. “But if anyone could do it, it would be you.”

“You think?” Joey asked.

“I know.”

Joey smiled and turned back to his notebook, trying to look at his ideas in a new light.

You grinned before pulling out a book you were reading and opening it. You and Joey sat in peaceful silence while Ricky worked. You read while he tried to crack the code of his inventions.

“I’ve got some good news and some bad news,” Ricky said, walking up to you.

“Oh god,” you groaned.

“Bad news is I’m going to have to replace a part, good news is I can replace it tomorrow.”

“How much?”

Ricky sighed and rubbed his neck.

“I need to have it and it can’t be more than a new car. Just, if you promise it will run and not sound like it’s going to explode then I can find the money.”

“I promise.”

“Then that settles it,” you said. “Thank you,” you smile at him and he can’t help it as his lips turn up. “And thank you.” Joey looked up at you. “I can’t wait to see the windmill.”

Joey smiled. “I’ll show it to you as soon as I finish it.”

“I can’t wait. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“How are you getting home?” Joey asked.

“Taxi, I guess,” you said.

“We can take you home,” Joey said. “Ricky gets off in ten minutes and we have to go by the college on the way home anyway.”

“That’s very sweet, Joey, but I’m sure your brother wants to get home and rest.”

“It’s no problem, really,” Joey said.

You looked over at Ricky who shrugged. “He’s right. It’s on our way. If you don’t mind waiting ten minutes.”

“I don’t.”

During the short car ride, you talked about the latest assignment in class and how Ricky was loving this book of poetry he got from the library. You smiled at how passionate you both were about your love for a particular author.

It came as a surprise to you when you noticed the small tattoo on his thumb. You couldn’t help the instant thought of liking the small design. You really couldn’t help the thought of kissing it. Luckily you didn’t have to think about it too long as he pulled up to your apartment building.

“Thank you,” you said.

“It wasn’t a problem,” Ricky said.

“It meant a lot,” you insisted, “I’ll see you tomorrow. Good luck on your invention, Joey.”

“Thank you,” Joey said, crawling over the front seat. “I’ll make sure you are one of the first people to get one once it’s complete.”

“I’ll hold you to that.” You smiled and waved goodbye.

Ricky waited until you were safely inside before pulling away.

“I like her,” Joey said.

“I like her, too.”

Summer Before Senior Year

It was hotter than hell but you couldn’t care. You were at the beach with your boyfriend. That was an odd thing to say. Your boyfriend, Ricky. It brought a small smile to your face every time you thought about it. You helped Ricky get the cooler and towels from the bed of his truck while Joey ran towards the sand.

“Joey!” Ricky called. “You have to help!” “Oh, let him be,” you said, patting Ricky’s arm. “We got this.”

Ricky sighed as you gathered the last of supplies.

When you had everything set up far enough from the waves that they wouldn’t get wet, but close enough that it didn’t feel like a hike to get to them, you looked over at Ricky.

“What?” He asked as you smirked at him.

“Race you?”

His face broke out into a smile. “What’s the prize?”

“You’ll have to win to find out,” you said.

Ricky studied the mischief look in your eyes just as he studied Dickenson or Whitman.

“Deal,” he finally said.

The moment the word left his lips, you were sprinting to the water. The sand was soft and warm beneath your bare feet. You loved the feeling. Almost as much as you loved the moment your feet hit the water and Ricky’s arms came around you. You were lifted into the air and you shrieked as he carried you into the ocean.

“Cheater,” he mumbled into your shoulder when you were waist-deep.

Your feet touched the bottom and you turned to face him.

“I guess that means you win,” you said.

“I believe it does,” he said. “So what’s my prize?”

You wrapped your arms around Ricky’s neck and pulled him closer. “This,” you whispered before pressing your lips to his.

It was Ricky’s favorite thing, to kiss you, touch you. He loved being held by you and holding you. It brought him a feeling of comfort and security. He had proved to himself the previous weeks that he was not going to hurt you, that he was not like his father. The voice in his head had disappeared and he was able to be in every moment with you. And this moment was no different.

His arms tightened around your waist, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss. You sighed in contentment as you gently ran your fingers through the back of his hair.

“I love you,” you whispered against his lips when you pulled away.

“I love—”

“Joey!” You shrieked and jumped away from Ricky. You were both wet head to toe now. “Get a room, there are kids here, you know,” Joey said.

Ricky laughed as you ran at Joey as fast as one could in the ocean, and jumped on him.

The young boy had grown a lot since the first time you met him. Now almost as tall as Ricky, he was all arms and legs. He often worried about his proportions but you would remind him that he would balance out soon. It didn’t always help, but it made him feel good when you took out the time and made him feel better.

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You found yourself laying out on your towel with a book, Ricky beside you with his journal. Joey was talking with a boy a little ways away. You found your attention drawn away from your book and instead to your surroundings. Joey was laughing at what he had said. You looked over at Ricky who had his journal on his chest and his eyes closed. You buried your nose in your elbow and watched him. It was all so peaceful and warm. You didn’t want it to ever end.

“You’re staring, aren’t you?” Ricky asked.

You closed your eyes. “Am not.”

“Are too,” he said, shifting so he laid on his side facing you.

You looked at him again.

“I love you, too,” he said.

You smiled and he smiled back. Everything was as it should be.

Spring Semester Senior Year

It was Saturday and you were at the auto shop with Ricky and Joey. Ricky was under a car and every now and then you would look over the counter and watch him. The corner of your lip curved every time.

A rag flew through the air.

“Hey!” You said.

“Stop looking at him like that,” Joey said.

“And how am I looking at him?” You asked.

“Like you want to eat him.”

You flushed and went back to the textbook in front of you. He wasn’t wrong though and you knew it.

The morning passed by slowly. Ricky would appear often to drink water which he left beside you. It was quite clear that he left it there so he would have to come to you when he was thirsty and well, you didn’t mind at all. Ricky would come to get a drink, kiss your forehead or rub oil on your nose and you would laugh.

“Ugh,” Joey groaned at one point. “Do you two ever stop?”

“Do you have a problem with true love, Joey?” You asked.

“Why do you have to do that so much in front of me?”

“If you don’t like it, you can stop coming to work with me,” Ricky said. “And third-wheeling half of our dates.”

“But you guys always go to the best places,” Joey said.

You chuckled.

“Well, when you start dating, you can take your partner to the best places,” Ricky said.

“Or you can take yourself to those places,” you said.

“Fine,” Joey said, narrowing his eyes at you and Ricky before returning his attention to his homework. “I’ll stop coming.”

Ricky came around the counter to the stool you were sitting in. You ran your hands up his chest while his arms went around your waist.

“What shall we do for our next date?” You asked.

“We should definitely go to that ice cream shop,” Ricky said.

“Oh, yeah, the one with the toppings bar?”

“That’s the one,” Ricky said.

“That’s my favorite,” Joey whined.

“I thought you didn’t want to see us touching and kissing,” you said.

“And if you don’t want to see that, then you probably should come on our dates,” Ricky said.

“I hate you both,” Joey said.

You got off the stool and moved over to Joey. You ruffled his hair as you said, “You love us.”

He swatted you away. “Stop it. I’m trying to do my homework.”

You laughed and moved back to the counter as a swerving car pulled up to one of the gas stations. Ricky watched as a clearly drunk man stepped out of the car and went to pump gas.

“Sir,” you said, moving toward the man. “Sir, I think those pumps are closed,” you lied. “Let me call someone to tow you to another gas station.” Ricky tried to stop you, but you were already reaching for the pump and gently tugging it from the man. You heard him say your name before the metal hit you in the face. The next thing you remember is Ricky yelling and Joey holding a rag against your forehead. Then the man threw a punch and Ricky threw one. You were shocked and scared. Not Ricky. Never of Ricky.

Ricky was scared. You were bleeding drastically and he swore you lost consciousness. He tried to calm the man down so he could call 911, but how could you calm down the man who just hit someone you loved with a gas pump? One thing led to the next and the man threw a punch and then Ricky threw a punch. When the cops finally showed up and pulled them apart, Ricky looked over at you. You looked at him the way his mother had looked at his father, and that scared the shit out of him.

“Told you so,” the voice whispered. “You never deserved her.”

Ricky called your roommate and told her that you were being taken to a hospital in an ambulance. She wondered why he wasn’t going with you but she didn’t ask.

You got a letter from him the following day.

I’m sorry, it read. You deserve someone who doesn’t scare you.

Present

“They have had their ups and they have had their downs, but through it all, I always knew for certain that Ricky would always love her and she would always love Ricky. They showed me what a strong, healthy relationship was. Thank you. To Mr. and Mrs. Hauk.”

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supernaturalgirl20 · 2 years

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Hi Char!!!! I was thinking, would you be okay with writing something for Ricky Hauk where reader has a crush on him but her friend does too and she thinks that he has a crush on her friend so she leaves it alone and has to see them hanging out? Maybe with a fluff ending where Ricky goes to tell her that he likes her.

I hope you like it. And also hope everything is okay, sending love!!! 💗

I’m feeling better now thank you for asking😊🥰 Love this idea and I also love Ricky, hope you enjoy ☺️

My Story Begins with You

Pairings: Ricky Hauk x f!reader

Warnings: Smut 18 +, loss of virginity, angst, mutual pining, low self esteem, bitchy friend, fluff.

A/N: poem by Onur Taskiran.

Comments and reblogs really appreciated 🥰

She’s an electrical storm

Dazzling with light and intensity.

And I would gladly stand

Like a fool, arms outstretched,

Just to be struck down by her.

Awash with emotion, you stare down at Ricky as he recites his poem in front of the class. His eyes, those brown hazel eyes, shining with love and adoration staring up in your direction and for a brief moment you think it’s about you. Your heart hopes it’s about you but that thought quickly vanishes when you turn to see Laura sitting beside you. When did she get here?

She’s smiling down at him as she twirls a piece of her hair with her fingers.

“God he’s so hot. I bet that was so about me. I mean look at the way he’s looking at me.”

“Yeah I guess,” you say slightly deflated. Your eyes sneaking a glance at Ricky as he takes the steps two at a time, reclaiming his seat behind you. It hurts. This feeling that is building inside you and settling at the back of your throat. Trying so hard not to cry at his declaration of love for your friend.

“Hey. What did you think of my poem?” Ricky says smiling at you as his fingers brush your shoulder. Opening your mouth to reply, Laura interjects.

“Ricky it was so beautiful, you shouldn’t have.”

He turns his gaze to her with a confused look on his face, “I actually didn’t write…”

“Are you coming to Tom’s party tonight?” She says looking between you both. “Actually I don’t think I will, I’ve a lot of work to catch up on, but you to ahead.”

“Suit yourself. What about you Ricky?”

“Excuse me Ms Smith, am I boring you? If you have something more interesting to say please, do share with the class.”

“Sorry sir.”

Focusing back on Mr Clark you fail to notice the way Ricky is looking at you, a mix of love and hurt on his face.

***

Somehow Laura had roped you into coming to this stupid party, you would rather be anywhere else. Deciding to sit outside on the deck away from everyone you can see through the glass doors straight into the kitchen. You liked this. The small bit of quiet away from the loud ruckus of the party inside.

His laugh catches your attention first. That beautiful smile that sparkles on his face and the way his eyes crinkle. Why did you have to fall in love with him? Seemed this always happened to you. You would really like someone only for them to love someone else. You knew you weren’t the prettiest but surely someone would love you.

Eyes drifting to him again you see him standing talking to Laura, her hand on his arm as she laughs at something he says and you feel sick. That nauseous feeling settling into the pit of your stomach. You had to leave. You couldn’t watch this. No one would even notice you were gone anyway. Sneaking back inside you grab your jacket and purse and slide out the front door. The night has grown colder and you wrap your jacket tighter around you as you start to walk home. You begin to hum as the night air swirls around you, failing to notice the truck pulling up behind you.

“Y/N, hey wait up.”

“Ricky? What..why aren’t you back at the party?”

“I saw you leave and I had to come after you,” he says running up to you. His eyes taking in the dress you have on before coming back to meet yours.

“You didn’t have too, I’ll be ok. I only live around the corner. You should head back, Laura is probably wondering where you got too.”

“Yeah she probably is.” He’s standing right in front of you now, his hands in his jean pockets as he rocks back and dirt on his heals.

“You…you never answered me the other day. About my poem. Did you…did you like it?”

“It was really beautiful. You truly have a talent Ricky, I just know you’re going to go places.”

“Thanks. I’m no good with words, well actually it’s more telling people how I feel. It’s easier to put it all down on paper.”

“I get that. There are things I’d love to say but I can’t so I write them in my journal.”

“Yeah? Like what?”

“Oh…eh well…”

“Ricky there you are,” Laura shouts as she rushes down the street out of breath. Both of your heads turn towards her and that light feeling you had is gone. Turning back to Ricky you find him already looking at you. Laura slides up beside him linking her arm with his.

“Come on Ricky the party isn’t over yet. Y/N can find her own way home, right?” She says turning her gaze to you, flashing you a look that says if you don’t agree you will regret it.

“Yeah you go on, have fun. You deserve it.”

“See, she’ll be fine now come on.”

Ricky doesn’t move though. In fact he doesn’t say anything at all. He just stands there his eyes glued to you.

“No I’m good. I’m gonna head out too,” he says unlinking his arm from Laura’s.

“I thought you liked me? You wrote that poem…”

“About Y/N.”

“What?” You and Laura say in unison. He’s looking at you now. Only you.

“I wrote that poem about you. Actually I write all of them about you. You haven’t noticed how I’m looking at you as I recite them?”

“I thought you were looking at Laura.”

He’s shaking his head as he inches closer, his hand wrapping around your waist pulling you close. Your breath hitches at the feel of his warm skin on yours.

“You like me?”

“No. I don’t like you, I love you. I’ve always loved you, since we were kids.”

“I love you too.” Ricky smiles down at you as he begins to lean in closer. His breath fanning your face as his lips inch closer to yours. When they meet your own you both get caught up the moment that you both forget about Laura until she clears her throat. Pulling back slightly but not letting go, Ricky turn to her.

“I’m sorry if you thought it was about you I didn’t mean to lead you on, but I’ve always loved Y/N.”

Laura says nothing at first but then slowly a smile creeps onto her face. “You know I think I always kinda knew. You too will make a great couple. Anyway I better get back, take care of her.”

I will.”

“So,” he says his hand cupping your cheek, “will you be my girlfriend?”

“Yeah.”

***

6 months later..

Standing in the hallway talking to his mom you let out a giggle as his arms wrap around you from behind. His face buried into the crook of your neck as he kisses the skin there.

“Ricky…baby your mom is right there.”

“She doesn’t mind.”

“I’ll leave you two to it. Have fun tonight and you look so handsome Ricky.”

“Thanks mom,” he says lifting his face slightly to smile at her before returning to peppering kisses along your neck. He pulls you closer and you throw your head back on his shoulder in laughter. The moment is caught on camera by Joey who smiles brightly at you both. Happy his brother finally had something good in his life.

“Come on baby or we are going to be late.”

“We could always skip it? Just go get some food me and you.”

“Ricky it’s our school dance, we have to go, besides Laura would hunt us down if we didn’t go.”

“Ok. Come on so.”

***

His hands are running up along your sides as he kisses along your neck. He’s nestled himself between your bare thighs, the head of his cock poking at your core. He pulls back and looks you straight in the eyes. So much love and devotion shining through.

“Are you sure baby? I can wait, I’d wait forever for you.”

“Ricky I’m sure, I want this. I want you.”

“Ok.” He lifts off the bed and grabs the condom from his trouser pocket, ripping the foil with his teeth before rolling it on his hard length. Moving back between your tight he pumps himself before lining up at your entrance and slowly pushing inside. There’s a little pain, more of a pinch really as he pushes fully inside,m. Stopping to let you adjust he kiss you passionately waiting for you to tell him to move.

“Please move Ricky.”

It’s slow and sensual and he kisses and caresses you like he worshiping every inch of your skin. He’s like a sinner and your the only way to get redemption. The pain subsides into pleasure as you cry out his name. He follows shortly after and you both just lay there, until he finally pulls out and discards the condom. Laying back in bed he pulls you close, his hand gently cupping your cheek.

“Are you ok baby? Did I hurt you?”

“No that was…that was amazing baby. I love you. How was it for you?”

“Amazing and I want to do it again,” he says kissing along you jaw. You laugh at his lust blown eyes.

“Why do you think I booked the room for the night?”

“You really are an electrical storm baby and I love you so much.” He looks at you now, something hidden behind his eyes. “What?”

“Nothing just…I hope you know that I plan on marrying you one day?”

“Well whenever you ask, my answer will be yes.”

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queridopascal · 2 years

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Hello my dear congrats on your follower milestone. You deserve it and more for your amazing talent 🥰 can I please have

“ if you asked me to marry you tomorrow, i'd say yes. “ “ what about today? “ With Ricky Hauk

Please and thank you 😊

Thanks for your request darling and sorry for the looong wait! Hope you enjoy it 🥰

P. S. it has been agreed via message that I would write this with our sweet man Marcus Pike since I have never written Ricky before ❤️

Pairing: Marcus Pike x F!Reader

Warning: fluffy fluff

1K FOLLOWERS CELEBRATION AKA NO FILTH NOVEMBER

You hate spending time apart from Marcus, especially since you have recently moved in together and your days practically revolve around each other.

The mornings of the past two weeks have been cold, and you’ve been feeling incredibly lonely in your shared apartment; you miss his morning kisses and hugs, breakfast in bed on Saturdays and homemade pancakes on Sundays. You miss cooking dinner together and watching movies, you miss his warmth and his scent, to the extent that you get changed into one of his t-shirts every day as soon as you get home from work.

It’s almost 8PM when your phone rings, and Marcus’ tired voice fills your ears with a “Hi baby.”

“Hi,” you greet him sheepishly as you lean against the kitchen island. “how was your day?”

“It’s better now.” he sighs; he sounds exhausted, but you know he is smiling at the phone.

“I miss you so much, baby.” you tell him, swallowing down the sudden urge to cry.

“I know. I can’t wait to come home, can’t wait to see you...”

“Where are you now? It’s so quiet.” you ask as you take the wooden spatula and give a stir to the vegetables you were cooking.

“I’m in a taxi. No radio.” he chuckles on the other end. “Hey, I wanna... ask you something.”

“Tell me.”

“How do you... I mean... I know this is weird and not how people usually do this but... I really want you to be my wife someday.”

Your drop the spatula into the pan, mouth agape and heart racing at his confession.

“I — uhm...” you clear your throat, suddenly feeling overwhelmed with all sorts of emotions. “Marcus... if you asked me to marry you tomorrow I’d say yes.” you blurt out.

“What about today?” he asks. You can feel the smile in his voice.

“What? I... of course I’d say yes, baby.”

“Then open the front door.”

Your eyes widen, the hand that was holding the phone starts to tremble, and as you realize what he has just told you, you start to run and almost hit the corner of the table with your hip as you sprint out of the kitchen and make your way to the front door.

You abandon the phone on the couch and turn the key, snatching the door open and crying when you find Marcus down on one knee right before you.

“I don’t want to be your boyfriend anymore. I want to be your husband and spend the rest of my life with you.” he says, his voice trembling. “Will you marry me?” he finally asks as he presents you with a gorgeous diamond ring.

His brown eyes glitter as he gazes up at you expectantly, and he swears he could faint right then and there.

“Yes! Yes!” you nod your head frantically as happy tears stream down your face, and he cries too, unable to control his emotions.

Marcus gets up on his feet and places the ring on your fourth finger with trembling hands, and you kiss him desperately, like your life depends on it. Your tears mix as you taste each other’s lips, to the point that you don’t know where you end and he begins.

When he pulls away, he cradles your face in his hands and kisses your cheeks and your forehead. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Marcus.” you whisper as you wrap your arms around his neck. “And I can’t wait to become Mrs. Pike.”

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fandom-imagines-stories · 3 years

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90s Show Imagines Masterlist

I felt like having all of my 80s and 90s stuff on one masterlist was too much of a mixup. Plus, I love making new masterlists with gifs for all the characters, so here we go. I'm also counting Full House in this because a lot of it did air in the 90s. (Yes, I made this because I'm bored. Sue me.)

The X Files

Fox Mulder x Reader

Faces in the Water

Galaxy Girl

1 Quid Pro Quo

2 In the Hen House

3 The Thrill of the Chase

Spectacular

Saving Grace Series:

S1 E1 No Matter What

S1 E2 Somebody's Watching

S1 E3 The Trade

S2 E1 Three Months Later

S2 E2 Nowhere to Hide

S2 E3 Claws

Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Spike x Reader

Worth the World

Heat

Twin Peaks (Coming soon!)

Dale Cooper x Reader

Full House

Jesse Katsopolis x Reader

Carry You Home

Wake Up… New Jersey?

Cabin Fever

Beverly Hills, 90210

Dylan McKay x Reader

I Didn’t Know

Dating Dylan McKay Would Include…

L.A. Devotee

Friends

Joey Tribiani x Reader (Friends)

The One That… Wait, What?

The One that Realized

And an extra for Pedro!

Ricky Hauk x Reader (Touched by an Angel) *this is technically 2000, sue me

Bruises on the Page

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fandomgirlz01 · 2 years

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Number of WIP: 11

Number of Requests: 4

Updated: December 30th, 2023

Number of Ongoing series: 7

Daddy’s Coming Baby Pt. 3

{Frankie Morales X Reader} Summary: When Frankie gets a phone call from his wife while at work, he at first thinks nothing of it before smiling and answering. What happens when it’s not the reader on the other side of the phone, but his crying, scared daughter?

Always Come for You Pt. 2:

{Steve Rogers X Reader} Summary: Steve thought he’d lost both his best friends in the war, but he never expected seventy years later to find out that he’d ever get to see the two that mattered most to him again. First Bucky, now he’s told the reader is alive too? Will he ever get the chance to tell the reader how he feels or is all lost? Bucky came back, so why can’t you?

Lightsabers and Guitars Pt. 3:

{Charlie Gillespie X Reader} Summary: When the reader gets tired of being around her friends she tries to leave and ends up finding herself in a fight with one of those friends. Reader then stomps off and finds a quiet place {she believes nobody else will be there} where she can practice swinging her lightsabers. What happens when she and Charlie stumble upon one another? Will they become friends? Or maybe something more?

After All This Time:

{Bradley Simpson x Reader} Summary: Brad and Reader grew up as close as two could be, but he ends up leaving to pursue a career with his band. Years later, he comes back home only to receive one of the biggest shocks life can bring.

This Time It's Real: {Requested}

{Colby Brock X Reader} Summary: Sam pranks Colby, telling him he went to jail. They all laugh it off until the prank becomes all too real the very next week. Will the trap boys be able to figure out the truth of what happened?

You Matter Most Pt. 2:

{Evan "Buck" Buckley X Reader} Summary: When a series of freeway accidents lead to a big catastrophe, Buck must worry for his team as he rushes to help them all before it only leads to an even bigger disaster. All while working on helping his team he worries mostly for his best friend who’s unconscious for most of it.

The Jacket:

{Billy Hargrove X Reader} Summary: Billy and reader grow up as best friends who have been with each other through thick and thin. Both are heartbroken when Neil tells Billy they’re moving. After many many times of her visiting them, Billy decides to surprise her. Although when he gets there, he finds something out that absolutely breaks his heart.

See You Later:

{Javier Peña X Reader} Summary: When Javier leaves for Columbia he leaves behind the reader who is absolutely heartbroken that her best friend is leaving her, but she lets him know it's what he needs after Lorraine. However she vows to wait for him to come back to her. When he does come back, his life only seems to be more on track then its been in a while

Safe In His Arms: {Requested}

{Colby Brock X Reader} Summary: When the reader experiences something she would have never thought she would have, Colby as the good boyfriend he is, is right there to comfort her though it.

You Have My Heart: {Requested}

{Jason Scott X Reader} Summary: When the reader learns that Jason is the red ranger she starts to feel like she isn’t good enough for him, how could she ever be worthy of being the Red freaking ranger’s girlfriend? So she starts to try to distance herself from him and of course Jason notices right away. He then does everything he can to prove to his girlfriend that she’s his perfect match.

My Place in This World Pt. 3:

{Dick Grayson X Reader} Summary: Growing up in Haly's circus and losing their parents in the same night makes the reader and Dick closer than anyone else. Together they go through life having one another's backs though every life change, even eventually becoming Robin and Blue Jay together. What happens when feelings have changed and slowly start to be revealed?

More coming soon...

Burning heart: {Requested}

{Nick Danielson X Reader} Summary:

Don’t You Get it?:

{Ricky Hauk x Reader} Summary: Childhood best friends Ricky and reader stick side by side though everything, but life takes a few twists and turns for them. What happens when a new girl comes into Ricky’s sights?

#works in progress #upcoming #wips #fandomgirlz01 upcoming #fandomgirlz01 WIP #fandomgirlz01 WIPS #fandomgirlz01 UCW #WIPS #WIP #upcoming fics #fandomgirlz01 upcoming fics #fandomgirlz01 upcoming works

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coastielaceispunk · 3 years

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Pocket Poetry

Ricky Hauk x F!Reader

Rating: Soft, 18+

Word Count: 606

Warnings: Language, fluff, awkward Ricky, crushing HAWRD.

A/N: My love for Ricky runs deep! This is just a little drabble done from a gif prompt that I just had to share with you all. Thank you @lowlights for being my forever beta reader and a creative friend in crime!

Ricky sees you enter the party, he has stolen glances of you since the first time you entered the lecture hall, joining one of his favorite college courses late in the semester. It's the local community college poetry class of course. You are so beautiful. He has yet to talk to you because you usually sit on the opposite side of the room. You are active in class, and your voice is a song to him when you speak, especially if you are called upon to read excerpts aloud to the class. Hearing you makes his heart flutter and his stomach clench. If he ever worked up the nerve to talk to you, could he make you sing for him?

Ricky didn’t think you'd show up to the college’s little mixer fundraiser, you are probably a busy young woman. You start walking towards him, probably because he is a friendly face in the crowd of people. He watches you so carefully he’s staring. Ricky has to force himself to blink and looks around to confirm you are actually stalking towards him and not some jock next to him. You push the hairs falling in front of your face behind your right ear and lick your lips nervously. He mirrors you and wets his own lower lip at the sight. Ricky feels a rush of heat to his core and then his hardening length push against the zipper of his jeans. You’re almost to him when he panics and shoves both of his hands into his pockets to try to hide the effect you have on him.

You politely place your hand on some woman’s shoulder to get around her and then you are standing in front of him, closer than he would like due to the amount of people in the small space. You look up at him, he is just now noticing how much taller he is than you. Do you like that? Is that bad? Ricky is just looking at you with his mouth open saying nothing, he cannot find his words.

“Ricky...Hauk? Right? We are in Poetry together” you put your hand out for him to take and introduce yourself, first and last name. He cannot stop staring into your eyes, you are so close, and he hesitates to remove his hand from his pocket to take yours with a squeeze. Please don't look down, he thinks.

“That’s me, and yes we are” he says your name, and he loves the way it feels on his lips as they tingle saying the syllables. Ricky releases your hand as fast as he took it, to shove back into his pocket.

A group of students randomly push through the crowd and accidentally shoulder you out of their way. You fall into him, hands bracing yourself on his broad chest to save your face and he rips his hands out of his jeans to make sure you don’t fall, or get pushed a second time. How rude, he thinks as he scowls at the apologetic guy and holds you, hands on your upper back. Then he feels you...you’re pressed against him. SHIT.

Ricky shimmies his way away from you, hips first. Your face says you know. A polite smile. Awkwardly he looks at you and then down at his feet. Hands back in his pockets as some form of anxious defense. Then, just as he goes to excuse himself, you place your hands on his shoulders, standing on your toes to bring his ear to your lips.

“Would you wanna get out of here and get a coffee or something?”

Poetry to his ears.

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Tag list: @lowlights @shiftingsands14

#ricky hauk #ricky hauk x f!reader #ricky hauk x you #pedro pascal character fanfiction #drabble #touched by an angel #awkward crush

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fuck-goes-on · 3 years

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Fruitful

pairing/s: ricky hauk, dio morrissey, eddie x f! reader

summary: ricky, dio, and eddie notice that you were very stressed and decide to give you a good time

warning/s: SMUT 18+ (implied mommy kink/mmlb dynamics, piv sex, oral sex (f+m receiving), vaginal fingering, intercrural sex, masturbation?? voyeurism??, soft rough sex (if that makes sense), unprotected sex, cum play, female ejaculation (WET GUSHY), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, oral fixation), ricky dio and eddie are brothers (no incest), soft aftercare, NO DIALOGUE

note/s: long awaited smut that took a long time to write and surprisingly ended up softer than planned HAHAHAH im dedicating this to my mommy milker @pedroepascal, this is for you kitty 😖✊🏼 cute moomin water gif because literally reader’s gushy be that wet and cute, also its the vibe im going for LOL no dialogue because i thought it would ruin the atmosphere/mood SKSKSKSK you can find individual mommy kink one shots on my masterlist if yall are curious about the implied mmlb dynamic

masterlist

Three pairs of eyes never left your person as you moved around the house with a heavy body. Three pairs of ears didn’t fail to hear your sigh of stress and exhaustion. Three pairs of dark brows furrowed in concern and worry as you stumble in your home while you tried to make dinner.

Your boys sat on the large couch in your living room watching you slowly crumble down in kitchen where you were cutting some vegetables. Ricky leant forward with his elbows resting on his knees, Dio slouched back with his arms over the back and legs crossed, and Eddie sitting up straight with his hands rubbing his thighs. They silently conversed amongst themselves with their eyes, trying to gaud each other to make the first move. The older two did most of the silent fighting while the youngest kept his eyes on you.

In the end, Ricky stood up and approached you, grabbing you by your arm gently and pulling you away from the cutting board. He tugged you into his embrace, where you inevitably melt and relax. As he’s caressing your head that was resting on his chest, he made a face to his brothers to clean up the messy kitchen.

You let yourself be led away to your bedroom by Ricky’s hands, closing your eyes and sighing as you trust your angel to safely guide you to the bed. You feel lips tracing your bare neck, giving you small licks and kisses on your skin. When you open your eyes, it’s to Ricky sitting down on the bed in front of you and slowly pulling you to straddle his lap. You hear the Dio and Eddie walk into the room as the elder brother shuffles the both of you further into the bed.

The king sized mattress sunk under the weight of three grown men and your own as the four of you gather at the centre. Hands wandered all over your body, slipping underneath your shorts and your undershirt to grope at your skin. A shaky breath exits your mouth as ringed fingers slipped in your underwear and rubbed at your hooded clit, teasing it to come out. Soft lips claimed yours in a slow kiss as another pair made their way down to your chest. The unhurried and pleasant touches steadily built up your arousal and slick that dripped down from your mound.

Eddie, as you found out was the one kissing you, pulled away to let Ricky pull your undershirt off of your body, baring your breasts out in the cool air. Dio’s fingers eased out of your shorts, his arm coming around your waist and drew your back against his chest. Slowly, he leaned back on the large, fluffy pillows with you on top of him, and nudged your legs to fall open over his. The youngest brother removed your shorts and panties to expose your cunt to Ricky, who knelt in front of you.

You moaned out loud as Ricky leaned down to lick a stripe from your slit to your clit, circling his tongue around your core. Your hands travelled down to grip at the soft brown curls of your angel’s hair and ground your hips up onto his face. His lips sucked on your mounds as he lapped at your slick gushing out of your hole. Pressing his tongue in, he completely buried his face into your pussy, his nose nudging your clit that shot pleasure in your body.

As Ricky ate you out, Dio worked on completely marking your neck and shoulders. His mouth was on every surface of your skin that he could reach and bit and sucked on you without mercy. You tilted your head to let him have better access to your flesh and whimpered as the sensation of his teeth and pierced tongue added onto the stimulation you were getting on your lower body.

Eddie didn’t miss out on the action, however, and focused on fondling your chest. His large hands completely engulfed your breasts as he massaged them leisurely. Your nipples hardened as his thick fingers twisted and pulled at them, occasionally flicking the bud to see you jerk in surprise. Leaning down, he took your nipple into his warm mouth and suckled on it while his hand kneaded at the other. You cried out at the slightest touch of his teeth on your sensitive skin, yet you pulled him closer using the hand that wasn’t on Ricky’s head.

All of your boys’ mouth on you made you reach your high, your hips shaking at the exertion of your orgasm. Ricky hooked his arm around your waist to hold you down and prolonged your pleasure by latching onto your core. You cursed as the stimulation on your clit overwhelmed you and you pushed at his head to get him to stop. But all it did was goad him into eating you out further, easily slipping two of his fingers into your wet pussy and curling them against your hot, soft walls.

Dio and Eddie helped their older brother pin you down with tattooed arms curling under your armpits and thin scrawny ones wrapping around your middle. You sobbed as your orgasm built quicker than the last, struggling and squirming under your babies’ grips on you.

Ricky thrusted his fingers in and out of you as fast as his muscles could, shaking them slightly to add onto the devastating pleasure you were experiencing. He licked at your arousal, moaning loudly into your core, and sucked on you harshly. It was the catalyst of your orgasm, your cunt spasming around his fingers and squirting your essence all over his chin. Your angel poked his tongue out to catch your slick into his mouth, groaning at your sweet taste.

You breathed heavily as you came down from your high. Your eyes were half-closed and barely noticed that the boys were shifting you onto your front. They propped your hips up with a firm pillow and spread your thighs wide to expose your glistening pussy. Blinking your eyes open at the pressure on your opening, you looked back in time to see Dio thrusting in his hard length into you. You keened loudly as he filled you up, your eyes rolling back as he began to increase his pace.

Your body lurched forward into a hard, but squishy surface. Looking up you see Eddie pulling out his cock out of his boxers, shyly nudging its head onto your lips. You opened your mouth to take him in, bobbing your head in the way you know your baby likes. His hands found its way in your hair, twisting his fingers in the strands to ground himself.

At the corner of your eye, you see Ricky lazily stroked himself as he watched Dio pound into your wet heat. He caught your stare and smiled at you, leaning back on his hand to give you a show as he gripped his length tighter. He held your gaze as his lips parted in a soft moan making you whine around Eddie’s cock.

Dio groaned as his hold on your hips tensed, his hips stuttering against yours as his high climbed close to the peak. His hand creeped around your front, his fingers finding your swollen clit and rubbing firm circles around it. Tears gathered in your eyes as you felt another orgasm escalate almost painfully. You pulled off your baby’s cock, pants coming out in fast puffs, and let it rest on your cheek as you lost yourself in the rough pounding you were given.

You wailed out loud as your orgasm crashed over your body, your toes curling and your nails digging into the bedsheets where you were clawing. You gushed around Dio’s cock, covering his lower body in your slick. You heard him shout and felt him give you a final thrust before burying himself deep and spilling in your warmth. A hand curled under your cheek and guided your pleasure slack face towards the side. You saw Ricky kneeling above you, furiously jacking off his length and pointing his cockhead at your lips. He closely followed his brother in reaching his high and came on your face, his cum landing on your cheeks, chin and in your open mouth.

Ricky relaxed and caressed you, massaging his cum all over your skin in some possessive manner. He lifted your arms to wrap around his broad shoulders, tugging you up on your weak knees before gently laying you down on the bed. He rested next to you and let you half lay on top of him as Dio moved to sit on your other side.

Eddie shuffled to kneel at your curled legs, pushing them further upward for a glimpse of your abused pussy and slick thighs. Dio and Ricky’s hands stroked your hair, back, and chest as their youngest brother slipped his aching cock in between your thick thighs. He gripped on your plump flesh tightly as his dick pumped in and out of your legs. You sighed and closed your eyes in both pleasure and exhaustion, blindingly reaching out to hold onto one of Eddie’s hands and interlocking your fingers between his. His body fell over yours as he crested, not taking too long as he impatiently waited for his turn, and shoved his face to bite your shoulder as his cock spurted ropes of cum on your skin.

The four of you basked in the afterglow together on your large bed; one angel beneath you, one demon behind you, and one baby on top of you. They all whispered words of praises into your skin, telling you how you did so well in taking them, that they couldn’t have asked for a better lover and a mommy that took care of them, when in reality it was you who was lucky to have them. Three wonderful boyfriends to service you whenever you needed them and remind you that you were loved in exchange for a fraction of your attention.

Soon, the three of them moved in unison, the routine they’ve set whenever they all took you at the same time setting into place. Rick walked out the door to get you a glass of water and a pack of crackers; Dio going into the bathroom to wet a towel to wipe you down with; Eddie fluttering around the bed to fix the covers, laying a worn blanket on top to protect your from the mess on the sheets and pulled the thick comforter up to your neck. As they care for you and your body, you feel yourself slowly drifting off into sleep, with only one thought in your head,

‘I love them.’

general taglist: @stillshelbs @pedroepascal

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pascalscenarios · 3 years

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JUST THE WAY YOU ARE (Ricky Hauk x Reader)

Just The Way You Are

Scenarios Series

Ricky Hauk x Reader

Summary: Ricky feels as if he needs to change to keep up with your lavish life

Warning: Mentions of an abusive parent, social classes

Words: 1982

Author Note: Based on a scenario from my twitter. Ricky Hauk is so cute ugh! Enjoy! - K

You first met Ricky when your car broke down on the side of the road. You managed to get to a payphone and look up in the yellow pages to see if you could get a tow truck down to where you were located. The first number you found was for Al’s Service Station.

After calling and waiting for 20 minutes, Ricky had come with a tow truck, wearing a mechanic jumpsuit and a red baseball cap worn backward.

“Hey, I’m Ricky” He greeted you quickly, then went straight to hooking up your car.

You give him a sweet smile introducing yourself.

“Thank you for coming- I don’t know what happened. One minute I was driving, next thing, my started smoking and stopped running”

“Don’t sweat it. I’ll take a look when we get back to the shop”

You thought Ricky was SO cute. He had gorgeous brown eyes that you ever saw.

On the car ride to the shop, you tried your best to make conversation with him. He didn’t say much. He was quiet and reserved. A man of few words.

You and Ricky had different upbringings. You have a perfect life. You came from a wealthy family and live in an affluent part of town. You could have anything you wanted. Ricky on the other hand had an abusive father growing up who is no longer in his life. He and his younger brother Joey were raised by a single mother and they struggled financially. They lived off paycheck to paycheck. Unlike you, Ricky couldn’t have the things he wished or dreamed for.

Ricky was hesitant around you. He knew how rich people were. One wrong move, or if you ended up saying something they found offensive, its cuffs slapped around his wrist.

He was already in a shitty mood and didn’t feel like talking. He got his two-week notice from Al that he was being laid off and his mom was still pretty ticked off at him thinking about the possibility of college, leaving her and his younger brother joey behind to fend for themselves. He didn’t need any more tension in his life.

Getting to the shop, he got to work on figuring out what was wrong with your fancy convertible. He popped open the hood of your car, looking around and fidgeting with different parts.

“Sometimes wrong with the engine. It’s gonna take an hour or two to fix. You might wanna call someone to come pick you up and come back later” he states.

“I’ll just wait, no biggie” you shrug.

He cocked his eyebrow at you. Were you serious? Why would someone like you willingly want to stay in a run-down part of town he thought. “You sure? We got a phone by the register-” he motions towards the desk

“I’m sure. I don’t mind waiting” you smile.

“Alright, suit yourself” turns his back towards you, crunches his face in confusion. He thought you were strange for deliberating staying.

You could have called someone to pick you up, but the truth is, you waited to stay to get to know Ricky and you weren’t in a rush to get home.

...

Ricky started to warm up to you after a while, making conversation with you as he worked on your car. You were sweet and you seemed different from the normal rich people he dealt with and he liked that. You treated him as an equal, not as someone who was below you.

After talking about anything and everything random things, you left him to focus on fixing your car. You probably irritated him. You wandered around the shop, exploring the different parts, tools, and old materials stashed around the garage.

Under a pile of greasy rags, you noticed a black leathered book. You opened it up to find writing inside. They were poems. Beautiful yet heart-wrenching poems. You were amazed by each one as you continued to flip the pages.

“Alright, your cars- hey!” Ricky quickly pulls out the rag from his back pocket, whipping the grease from his hands, and walking towards you.

He takes the books from your hand, closing it shut.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean- did you write those?”

He signs looking down at the book.

“Yeah… I did”

“They’re amazing! Do you like poetry?”

He nods. “Yeah, I love it.”

“I love writing! I’m majoring in journalism at Redding. My parents don’t see a future in it though. They want me to have a ‘real career’, whatever that means” you roll your eyes.

“Poems and writings are more of a hobby…I was thinking about taking a writing course down at Redding University. I went to go check a class out but I don’t know… thinking about it.”

“If you love and are passionate about writing and poetry, go for it. That’s what my grandma used to say. You’ve got a gift, Ricky.” You smile.

He changes the subject ”Uh your cars done- we should start it up, see if it’s running” he tosses the book on the side on top of an old crate and walks with you over his car.

You slide into your car, putting the key into the ignition, the engine roaring again.

“Ah! Thank you so much!” You get out of the car and hug him tightly. He was taken back by your hug, but he smiled and wrapped his arms around you.

“Here,” You said handing him money.

“Thanks,” he stuffed it in his pocket.

“It was nice meeting you, Ricky” you smile.

“Drive safe, if you have any trouble, just come by” …

“Ricky!” You shout coming back a couple of days later. He was laying on a creeper and rolled himself out from underneath the car he was working on. “Hey!” he sits upright, grabbing a towel from his pocket and wiping his hands. He gets up walking towards you.

“You alright? Your cars not giving you any trouble is it?” He says, continuing to wipe his hands.

“No, I came to see you actually.” You start blushing slightly.

“Me? Can you see me?” he points to himself in disbelief.

“Yeah, I wanted to bring you this” you hand him a book. “As a thank you”

He stuffs the towel back in his pocket, taking the blue canvas-covered book from your hands.

He brings it to flip through the pages, noticing they were filled with poems.

“It’s a book of poems. I’ve had it since I was little, but I wanted you to have it”

“What?- No I can take this-”

“It’s inspired me a lot, maybe it will spark something in you”

“Look this is nice in all, but I-”

“Don’t argue with me and just take the book!” you laughed.

He smiled “Alright, alright…” he chuckled. “Thank you”

“Bye” you waved towards him walking back to your car.

“Wait! Before I go-” he is getting a little shy now. “Do you maybe you want to hang out sometimes? We could go catch a movie or something do else- or if you don’t wanna hang out that's fin-”

“Are you asking me out?” you cocked his eyebrow at him

“Y-yeah…if that's okay”

A giddy smile appeared on your face, you took the pen from the front pocket of this jumpsuit, taking his greasy stained hand, and scribbled your number down.

“You better call me, or I'm just going to have to come back here and find you” you laugh.

And since then, you and Ricky have been inseparable ever since.

…

You and Ricky were friends at first, but eventually the more the two of you started spending time together, you both started falling for each other.

You had brought him home to meet your friends and family. They were disapproving of you dating a guy from the wrong side of the tracks, but you didn't care what they thought about the two of you. Under the tough and hard exterior that protected him from outsiders, he was sweet, loving and protective towards his family, thoughtful, hard-working, and intelligent.

After meeting your friends and family, Ricky realized who he was and where he came from wasn’t going to be good enough for you… or in this case your friends and family. He was so out of his element and stuck out like a sore thumb in your world, and everyone noticed. And it wasn’t just the fact he was underdressed, but the fact they have accomplished so much, and here he was financially unstable, not going to school, and jobless. He needed to change if he wanted to keep up with you and the people in your life.

You didn’t even have to try with his family. Just like Ricky, his mother and brother had to warm up to you first. His mother wasn’t sure of your intentions, but once she saw how you two were together, you gained her trust and she welcomed you with open arms. Joey liked you from the moment you told him that you loved macaroni and cheese.

After Ricky had met your friends and family, you saw a change in him. You had no idea what was going on. He was like a whole different person, acting like the snobby people you grew up with.

You brought him to another family event. He was dressed up fancy, which he looked very handsome but it wasn’t him, that wasn’t your Ricky and introduced himself as Richard?

The whole night you watched him not lie about himself and laugh at jokes you knew he didn’t find funny.

This wasn’t your Ricky.

“Can I talk to you for a minute?”

“Yeah sure, excuse us” he smiles at your parents' friends.

You walk outside to the garden and turn to face him.

“What the hell is going on?” you question.

“What do you mean?”

“For the past several weeks, you haven't been acting like yourself. That’s not you in there. I don't know who the hell is standing in front of me, because surely this isn’t my Ricky. Where’s the guy I fell in love with? A mechanic who loves and has a passion for poetry…”

He noticed how upset you were. Tears forming in your eyes. He thought this would make you happy.

He sighs. He couldn’t keep up his charade. “I just..” he pauses. “After meeting your friends and family…I realized I’m not good enough for you. I don’t belong in your world. I’m from the opposite side of town, I’m from a single-parent and low-income household. All these people see right through me...they see me as nothing- I just thought if I changed-“

“Ricky” You cup his face in your hands. Your thumbs stroking his cheeks.

“You don’t ever have to change who you are for me! I see you! I know who you are, I know your heart. I don’t care about your past or where you come from. Who you are as a person means way more to me than your upbringing and how much money you have. I love me just the way you are.”

“You mean that?”

“Of course...With every fiber in me...I love you” You kiss him softly.

You both pull away, your foreheads resting against each other. “Let’s get out of here, please,” he says.

“Where do you wanna go?” you asked.

“God anywhere but here” he laughed. “How about dinner near your place, the one you took me to on our first date,” you asked. “I feel like eating a greasy burger, fries, and a milkshake.”

He laughed, “alright”

“Okay, we better hurry up before my parents try to stop us” you chuckle.

“They’re going to kill me...they don’t like you being out on my side of town so late,” He says, taking your hand as you quickly exit, using the side gate.

“They can get over it and besides I’ll be okay because I'll be with you.”

MT // @wifeofdindjarin @icanbeyourjedi @sara-alonso@greeneyedblondie44 @hb8301 @alberta-sunrise @spacenerdpascal @ryleyrooroo @reader-s-cantina

#touched by an angel #Ricky Hauk x Reader #ricky hauk #Pedro Pascal #Pedro

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artemiseamoon · 2 years

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Writing round up

September 2022 - March 2023

Most recent round up

Previous writing round ups

💫💫💫Feb 2023 updates 💫💫💫

✋🏾 = on hold coming eventually unless noted otherwise

🌸 = complete

💜 = actively in progress

Complete (oneshots, fics, etc) 🌸

***See more at @artemiseamoon-updates (more than I can list here) ***

A lighthouse in the dark (triple frontier, Ofc, the boys)

Make it out alive (ft Frankie and Will, part of Frightfest) - triple frontier

After this is over (Calderoni, Slate, Walt &crew) - narcos mx

A hermits journey (Jax, brother omc fc Garrett h.) - Soa

Nocturna sanguine (my indulgent vamp fic based off an original short story of mine. Ofc fc is Kat Graham ft modern Ivar and Roman Godfrey)

Milk & Honey (werebear Bjorn x ofc | Vikings)

Flirting with Danger (narcos Mc Ramón x reader)

Milk & Honey (Werebear! Bjorn x ofc)

Under a Golden sun (ft Benny and ATJ as an omc)

Outshine the sun (extended) (Frankie x ofc ft. Benny)

The Barmaid & the Spaniard (Pero Tovar x plus! F reader)

Neptunium (vampire John Wick x f reader)

Wisteria & moonlight (ft my Ocs and werewolf Will miller and Benny miller)

Previously started & In progress 💜

Original

Damage control (see link below)

Triple frontier

Damage control (ft private security Frankie)

Every breath, every heartbeat (will x ex fiancé oc) ✋🏾tba

Sweet Melancholy 👋🏾 tba

Mayans

Have you even seen a vampire

Narcos

Sin (Miguel, Pacho, RC) ✋🏾 tba

Playing with Fire (Poison x f reader/Oc) ✋🏾 tba

My world and yours (Barron x ofc coming mid January) - ✋🏾 (April 2023)

Reflections in the mirror (April or May 2023) Javi x ofc ✋🏾

Ezra

Werewolf Ezra x huntress Nyx - queen of poisons

Marcus Moreno

Tell me no lies ✋🏾 (April 2023)

Pero Tovar

the terms of enchantment -✋🏾(May 2023)

Ricky Hauk

It’s all poetry (Ricky x ofc) 👋🏾 tba

Vikings

Untitled - King Harald ( his pov to this) -✋🏾tba

When night comes - incubus Ragnar -✋🏾tba

Deep in the woods, the Goatman lives Satyr Ubbe -✋🏾(May move yo Halloween)

New to my masterlist!

Ryan Corr

HOTD

Ser Harwin

Laena Velaryon

The Gray Man

The Sandman

Chris Hemsworth

On the road (movie Garret H.)

Maurice Compte

Chopping block, might get canceled

MCU - what comes next -✋🏾

Not canceled but not sure when I’ll start again

Some kind of blue (Thomas Shelby x ofc)

Writing celebrations, challenges

Frightfest -✋🏾

Writer Iron Chef 💜

Writer Wednesday ✋🏾

Other challenges

* on hold, creator had left tumblr but I’d like to finish these after I get some wips done , also see pinned post

Vikings x

Triple frontier /Soa crossover x

Finished fics & almost finished fics

🦋 remember

Previews post to tumblr (minus some exceptions) and full work only posts to A03

I do not do taglists

Reblogs mean more and do more than likes

Minors DNI , this is an adult 18 + account

I do not do requests anymore. That era is over.

I mainly reblog others via reblog accounts. Saving; @artesreadinglist | read @arte-is-now-reading | narcos home @narcos-narcosmx | gifs, art, etc @adrikamoon (I have some others too, these are the main ones) main is for random stuff, personal, my previews, etc

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shirks-all-responsibilities · 1 year

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I posted 265 times in 2022

That's 265 more posts than 2021!

9 posts created (3%)

256 posts reblogged (97%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@iamskyereads

@imtryingmybeskar

@skyshipper

@fangirlingcentral

@fuckyeahdindjarin

I tagged 263 of my posts in 2022

Only 1% of my posts had no tags

#pedro pascal - 53 posts

#ficrec - 37 posts

#javier peña - 34 posts

#javier peña x reader - 25 posts

#javier peña x fem reader - 23 posts

#bless the gifmaker - 23 posts

#ezra prospect - 23 posts

#bless the gifs - 22 posts

#beautiful man - 18 posts

#javier peña x you - 15 posts

Longest Tag: 91 characters

#just bone and give each other all the praise you desperately want and need you silly gooses

My Top Posts in 2022:

Sleuthing Ricky Hauk's Gas Station 😌

So I was watching baby Pedro Pascal in his Touched by an Angel TV episode that aired in 2000, where he plays shy budding-poet-trapped-as-a-mechanic Ricky Hauk, and I was like...WHY does this yellow gas/service station look familiar? I feel like I have seen it before.

And THEN I remembered...OH MY STARS, Touched by an Angel was filmed in Utah! I've (unfortunately) lived in Utah for 20 years now, and even before I moved here the circles I ran in at the time loved that cheesy show and held it as a point of pride that the series was filmed here. 🙄

Because I'm RIDICULOUS, I then went on a mission to FIND that damn gas station. The show reveals the building number (390) as Pedro exits the front door in one shot, and since Salt Lake City is on a grid system I figured I could find it, but only if it was even filmed here and not some other city or town...here's footage of me scouring google maps/street view 😆:

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Oh to hug Pedro Pascal in an endless loop...

I still haven't recovered from The Hug to End All Hugs between Pedro Pascal and Diego Luna at the D23 Expo 2022 last weekend, their body language is SO genuine and sincere and joyful and tender it makes my heart want to burst into a million fluffy pieces.

Wanted to isolate and slow down this moment of preciousness...we are all Diego, imbibing the goodness that radiates from this human bean yah? 🥰🥰.

86 notes - Posted September 18, 2022

So I picked up some popcorn at the grocery store this week that had this llama on it...

117 notes - Posted August 1, 2022

Having LOST MY MIND along with the rest of y'all today, I wanted to gaze at that Vanity Fair smolder and wind-blown hair moment slowed down as much as possible...the flashing reflective lights made it uber jittery and the slow motion janky, but I wrestled with Adobe Premiere waaaaay too long tonight (and was so proud at removing the photographer's hand that was in the shot with awful motion tracking 😆) to keep this shitty gif all to mahself...enjoy! 😎

287 notes - Posted May 17, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Someone give him a hug.

Pedro Pascal as Javi Gutierrez in The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent (2022).

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my longest tag 😆#look at them poor quality gifs #din's shifting chest plate bahahaha #need to tag more consistently #2022 tumblr baby

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littlebeethings · 3 years

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Don't Say No Ricky

Part Four of the Hey Ricky Series Pairing: Ricky Hauk x Reader Word count: 3603 Warnings: Mentions of sex Summary: As your wedding night comes to an end, you remember how the ring came to be on your finger. Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Masterlist | Ao3

The speakers thumped softly as the song you and Ricky picked. Your guests stood around the dance floor but you didn’t notice any of them. All you saw was your college sweetheart, the love of your life, and as of this morning, your husband. Your whole body grew warm as you stared at him. Everything that has happened to you, to him, to your relationship has to lead to this moment. The rest of your life was waiting, hand out for you to reach out and take it.

The soft white lights guided you to him and you took his hand. Ricky pulled you close, one hand around yours and the other on your back. You rested your head against his shoulder and he leaned his head against yours.

“Is it everything you imagined?” He asked in your ear as you both began your first dance as a married couple.

“Everything and more,” you said. “I love you, Ricky Hauk.”

“I love you,” he said, whispering your name with Hauk attached to the end. It fell from his lips like sugar and you didn’t know how you had gone your whole life with any other name.

Ricky’s warm breath disappeared from your neck as he pulled away and spun you. You laughed, coming back to him with both hands on his chest. You could feel the steady thump of his heart beneath your fingertips. It reminded you of his vows, my heart has always beat for you, and today I vow it will forever beat for you.

You draped your arms over his shoulders as his hands came around your waist. “Will you dance with me like this when I’m old and gray?” You asked.

“Yes,” he said.

“What if you have to have a walker?”

Ricky’s warm laugh filled your ear, making you drunk on the sound. “Then I guess I’ll be the one leaning on you.”

“What if we are both in wheelchairs?”

Ricky kissed you beneath the ear. “Then you’ll sit in my lap and dance like that.”

You smiled against his shoulder. “Forever,” you whispered.

“Forever.”

:::

The apartment was so quiet in the mornings. You had to get up earlier than your roommate for your English class so it was just you and dawn. Sometimes you forget that other people were awake with you. The world was so quiet during this time that you felt alone, but the best kind of alone. You weren’t scared of it. You relished in these moments.

You filled your to-go mug with your favorite morning beverage, grabbed a small snack, and headed out the door.

What waited outside was one of the happiest surprises you ever received. Ricky was pacing beside his beat-up truck, his hands down in the pocket of his jeans. He wore a Fleetwood mac shirt and had forgone his baseball cap.

“Just go up there and knock on her door,” he said to himself.

You bit back the smile that was threatening to appear. He had come to pick you up. Ricky Hauk, the poet who you had a crush on, came to pick you up and take you to class.

“Ricky?” You said, causing him to stop his pacing and look up at you. His big brown eyes widened like a little kid’s would after being caught snatching a cookie they weren’t supposed to have.

“I…. I um,” Ricky stared up at you and when you smiled down at him he felt everything in him calm. “I thought you could use a ride seeing as your car is in the shop.”

“I would love that,” you said, coming down the stairs.

Ricky smiled and ran to get the door for you. He was so kind, taking your backpack from you and setting it beside his.

“Thank you,” you said as he climbed into the driver’s seat. “For everything.” “It’s nothing, really,” Ricky assured you.

“It’s not nothing,” you said. “A lot of people wouldn’t do this. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

The car was filled with conversation. It began with the assigned reading you had been discussing the previous evening, then about how parking on campus sucked.

“You should come to get lunch with me,” you told him as you walked to class.

“I don’t know if I’ll have time,” he said.

“You won’t have time for lunch?” You asked. “Come on. I owe you for the ride.”

“You don’t owe me anything.”

You stop in your tracks and grab Ricky’s hand. He looked down at where your hand was softly holding his, then he looked at your big round eyes.

“Please don’t say no,” you said.

Ricky sighed, “Okay. Lunch.”

You smiled, jumping up and down a bit. “Yay!”

Ricky smiled as you swung his arm a bit.

“I know the perfect place off campus that serves the best tacos! You like tacos, right?”

“Who doesn’t like tacos?”

“Right?” You agreed. You had stopped bouncing but your hand was still around Ricky’s and you were swinging it back and forth.

:::

Almost two years later, Ricky is opening the car door for you. It’s late, the sun is down and the stars are out. The orange glow of the street lamps causes a little halo to appear around Ricky’s hair. You reach up and brush a curl from his face.

“What?” He asked after staring at you longer than normal.

“Nothing,” you said softly. “You’re just so handsome.”

Ricky’s lips curved up and his cheeks flushed. His eyes went from your to your lips before back to your eyes. He leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips.

“Not so fast,” you said, grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him back in. His lips were perfect against yours. The way you moved together, you knew that you would never be able to kiss another person the way you kissed Ricky.

It had been a month since you had confessed that you were in love with your best friend and the two of you were making the most of your time together. Tonight, you had made a quick getaway while Joey, your third wheel, was over at a friend’s house.

“You know what I think will make this kiss even better?” You asked, finally pulling away.

“Hmm,” Ricky thought for a second. “Ice cream?”

“Ice cream!”

“Well then, let’s go,” he said, taking your hand and closing the car door. “It looks like they are starting to get crowded.”

The two of you walked across the parking lot hand in hand, you swung your arm back and forth. Almost two years of friendship. Almost two years of harboring massive crushes for one another. Finally, you were together and you weren’t going to let anything break that.

You each got two scoops of ice cream covered in your favorite toppings. After paying, you both decided that the small shop was too crowded to eat inside. So you went back out to the truck. Ricky held your hand as you climbed into the bed. You both sat, legs hanging over the edge, and ate your ice cream. You talked about the grad program you were applying to.

“It’s in England,” you told him. “You always wanted to get out of here,” he said. “I think it’ll be good.”

“But I won’t have you,” you said, setting your empty cup beside you and leaning against Ricky. “You won’t graduate until the winter after I do.”

“You’ll come back for Christmas,” he said, lacing his fingers with yours. “It will give me plenty of inspiration for poems about a beautiful girl exploring the world while I wait for her.”

“I’ve already applied for the grad program here. I’ll take it. Stay here.” “No,” Ricky said. “No, you won’t. You are going to travel and live the life you worked so hard to build.” “But what about you?”

“I’ll be here, waiting for you. When I graduate, I’ll join you.” “You promise?”

Ricky brought the back of your hand to his lips. “I promise.” His cheek gently rested on your head. “Besides, we still have your senior year together. And I plan to make the most of every second I have you here.”

:::

The beeping echoed in Ricky’s ears. He hated hospitals and looking back on his track record, you could see why. Ricky and his mom knew the ER like the back of their hands, having been so many times when Ricky’s father got too rough. He never thought he would be in one to see you.

You were laying there, hooked up to multiple monitors. Ricky watched your chest rise and fall. He slowly moved to your bedside, holding back tears. Your head was wrapped with gauze, hiding all the stitches but not the yellow and purple bruise on your forehead.

Ricky gently took your hand in his and squeezed. You didn’t squeeze back. He whispered your name. He whispered he loved you. You didn’t answer.

Ricky ran a hand down his face and sobbed. “I’m sorry. I never meant to scare you. I never wanted that.”

He wished you would wake up and brush his tears away. That he would wake up and what happened hours ago was all a nightmare and he could drive to your apartment. He would find you sleeping, with no bruise or stitches in your head. Ricky would be able to crawl into bed beside you and pull you close. You would stir and look up at him.

“What’s wrong?” You would ask, your voice heavy and raw. Your fingers run along his jaw.

“I had a bad dream. There was a man at the auto shop and he hit you with the gas pump. I couldn’t do anything but watch.”

You would sit up, the sheet falling from your body as you cradled his head to your breast. Your lips would press to his head.

“It’s okay,” you would whisper. “I’m okay. It’s okay.”

But that wasn’t going to happen. You would wake up and remember Ricky beating up a man and you would never look at him the same again.

Ricky pulled out a note he had written. He didn’t know how to say it so he put it in the only words he could think to write. Ricky left the note beside your hand, kissed your cheek opposite of the side that was swollen and bruised, and left.

Your roommate turned the corner and watched Ricky walk out of your room and towards the exit. She wanted to call out his name. She wanted to stop him, but she thought that maybe this was for the best. You would be leaving for a trip through Europe before grad school and she thought you were less likely to go if you had him.

She regretted not calling his name the second he disappeared behind the door.

:::

The leaves were beginning to turn and you were working hard to finish grad school. Ricky had moved in with you in your apartment in London, he had taken a job at a small independent bookstore and was writing a collection of poems, hoping to get them published. Your little life was perfect, and while you both had decided you wanted to settle in the states you made sure to make every moment here count.

Ricky was leaving to surprise his brother for his birthday. You couldn’t get away from classes but had Ricky take a large care package for Joey.

“He doesn’t need all of that,” Ricky said the morning before he left. He was sitting at your little dining table drinking his coffee.

“Yes he does,” you said, setting a book of Leonardo da Vinci’s inventions that you had found in a charity shop in the box.

“You spoil him too much,” Ricky said, standing up and moving behind you so he could rest his chin on your shoulder.

“Do you not like that?” You asked, putting some ribbon around the new sketchbook and pencils.

“I love it,” he said, kissing your neck. “How did I get so lucky to have a girlfriend who treats my brother like he’s yours?”

“He will be,” you said.

Ricky pulled away, tilting his head. “What does that mean?”

You shrugged. “Nothing.”

Ricky blinked a couple of times, your words replaying in his head. Then he was smirking and kissing your cheek.

“You're almost done getting it packaged?”

“Yeah. Are you packed?”

“Everything is by the door.”

“Good,” you finished packing the box, making sure the TSA could check everything.

“Are you going to miss me?” Ricky asked, his arms wrapping around you and leaving kisses across your shoulders.

“Not for a second. Stop!” You shriek as he pinches your side. “Of course I’m going to miss you, asshole!”

:::

Ricky had been planning to propose for a while now. The two of you had been dating for years but you had mentioned wanting to wait until after you finished your program before marrying. “One big life event at a time,” you had said. But now that your program was finishing up and you were set to graduate in the spring, and having dropped that Joey would be your brother, Ricky thought it was time to propose.

After celebrating Joey’s birthday, Ricky pulled his mom aside and asked about his grandmother’s ring. It was the only family relic they had and he remembered his mother showing it to him when he was little. He was surprised she had never pawned it for money but extremely glad she never did.

“I’m going to propose,” Ricky said as he took a plate from his mother and dried it with a rag.

She dropped the plate she was scrubbing in the sink and turned to him.

“Really?”

Ricky couldn’t stop his smile. “Yeah. I was hoping that I could give her grandma’s ring.”

His mom patted her hands dry on her apron before walking to her room. Ricky followed her and watched her pull out her jewelry box and inside was a small black box. She turned to him.

“I was hoping you would ask.”

Ricky took the box and opened it. It was just as he remembered. He stared down at it and he could see it on your finger.

“It’s perfect,” Ricky whispered.

“She’s going to love it.”

“What’s going on?” Joey asked from the doorway.

Ricky turned and smiled at his little brother. “What do you think?” He asked, showing him the ring.

Joey smiled, “Are you going to ask her to marry you?”

“Do you think she’ll say yes?”

“Eh,” Joey made a noise of uncertainty. Ricky playfully pushed Joey’s shoulder. “Yeah, she’s going to say yes,” Joey said with a smile.

:::

The apartment was quiet when Ricky arrived home. You would be studying in the library around this time so Ricky had plenty of time to make sure he had everything ready to propose to you tomorrow. He wanted to take you on a picnic to your favorite park at dusk and propose there. It was going to be intimate and perfect.

Ricky tucked the ring into the pocket of his coat that hung on the rack beside the door. He pulled out the picnic blanket from the closet and threw it in the wash, and made sure the basket was where it was supposed to be. He had a mental list of the foods he was going to buy and was looking through the wine shelf when he noticed that the new bottle of your favorite wine was missing. It was strange as you two planned on opening it together because you rarely got a chance to have a bottle. He checked all the shelves and the fridge but still couldn’t find it.

Where could it be?

Ricky began pacing back and forth, muttering to himself, trying to figure out how he would be able to get his hands on a bottle. It came from a small vineyard in France you two had gone to a few years prior. Shipping took weeks, it would be too late in the season to have a picnic. He leaned into the counter, staring up at the wine shelf.

Two arms came around his waist and he felt something press into his shoulder.

“I missed you,” you whispered, pressing a kiss to his clothed shoulder.

Ricky sighed, leaning into you. “I told you.”

“You’ve been gone for a week and the first thing you say to me is I told you so?”

Ricky chuckled and started to turn to look at you.

“Not yet,” you said, raising your hands to cover his eyes. He smiled, “What are you planning?” “I should ask you the same thing,” you said, guiding him to the bedroom.

Ricky could feel his heart beating in his ears. His hands came out in front of him as he tried to feel where he was going. “Do you not trust me?” You whispered in his ear. Your breath was warm and sent a shiver down his spine.

“I trust you,” he said as you guided him into the bedroom. “Is this a sex thing? You must’ve really missed me.”

You giggled.

“No, it’s not a sex thing,” you said. “Keep your eyes closed.”

Your hands disappeared and you stepped away from him. You grabbed the little black book off the bed, careful of the glasses and bottle of wine.

“Can I open it?” Ricky asked.

“Not yet. I want to say some things.”

Ricky shifted a bit, worried what words could possibly fall from your mouth.

“Ricky Hauk. Love of my life.” You looked down at the book in your hands. You knew you should’ve written something down but you weren’t as good with words as he was.

“I know you’ve been planning, and I want you to keep planning,” you said, taking the book and sitting on the bench in front of him. “But I also want you to know how I feel. I want you to feel it.”

Ricky whispered your name. It was soft and warm.

“I’ve been in love with you since you sat beside me in English. I can’t imagine a life without you in it beside me.”

Ricky reached his hand out and you took it, squeezing tight.

“I love you so much and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Wherever you are, I want to be there. You writing and me doing my thing. Together.”

With your other hand, you traced the name engraved on the book. Ricky Hauk.

“Can I open my eyes?” He asked. “I want to kiss you.”

You laughed, but it was thicker than normal. Tears were streaming down your cheek. You swept your legs under you, pressing the book to his chest, you leaned up and kissed him. It was soft and sweet.

“Marry me, Ricky Hauk?” You whispered when you pulled away.

Ricky’s eyes fluttered open and he finally saw you. You were in a little blue dress you had gotten on one of your trips. It was his favorite. You had a couple of tears falling down your cheek.

“You beat me to it,” he whispered, wiping away your tears.

“I don’t want you to think I don’t want you to propose,” you assured him. “I just, I wanted to make sure you knew how much I wanted it too.”

Ricky kissed you again.

“Well?” You asked between kisses. “So don’t say no, Ricky.”

Ricky chuckled, dropping his head to your shoulder. “Yes,” he kissed the exposed skin. “Yes,” he kissed up your neck. “Yes,” his lips pressed to your jaw. “Yes,” he said, capturing your lips once more.

He pushed you back onto the bed gently.

“Wait,” you squealed as the bottle of wine rolled towards you.

Ricky grabbed it and set it and the glasses on the bench at the foot of the bed before crawling on top of you. You giggled as he kissed every bit of you followed by a soft “yes.”

Then he saw the book.

“What’s this?” He asked, taking it from you.

You sat up as he moved to sit beside you. Ricky looked at the book then up at you. You leaned into him and kissed his shoulder.

“It’s everything you worked so hard to write,” you said.

Ricky looked down at his name engraved into the black binding and the title of his first collection of poetry. His throat burned and a tear ran down his cheek.

“You did this?” Ricky asked.

“No,” you said, your hand coming up to cup his cheek. “You did this.”

Ricky opened the book and on the first page was a note you had written.

“I know I’m not the best with words,” you said.

“It’s perfect,” he said, kissing your forehead. “I’m so lucky to have you.”

“Not as lucky as I am to have you.”

The next day, Ricky took you to the park where he proposed just like he planned with his grandmother’s ring.

You said no.

Then you smiled and pushed him so he was laying down. You leaned over him and kissed him. “Of course, I’m going to marry you.”

“You’re such an ass,” he said before kissing you again, and again, and again.

:::

The party was coming to an end. You and Ricky were the only ones left on the dance floor. Your head on his chest and his cheek pressed against the top of your head. He swayed you gently back and forth. It was the perfect moment to just be husband and wife.

“I love you.”Ricky kissed your head. “I love you, too."

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #ricky hauk #ricky hauk x reader #touched by an angel

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supernaturalgirl20 · 3 years

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A misunderstanding

Pairings: Ricky Hauk x reader

Warnings: Smut 18+, explicit, protected sex, break up, angst, fluff and more fluff.

Summary: you and Ricky break up after being together for years. You reluctantly go to a Halloween party that will change your life forever.

A/N: this is purely self indulgent, I was in my Ricky feels today. Also my stories are not beta read so there’s gonna be mistakes. Hope you enjoy!

Comments and reblogs are really appreciated 🥰

You’re emotions were all over the place, you were angry with one minute and upset the next. The rest of the time you were just numb. Ricky was the love of your life, you’d thought you were his, apparently you were wrong.

He’d been staying late after college to work on a project and when he wasn’t studying he was working at the garage. It felt like you never saw him anymore and you missed him. You decided you were going to surprise him at work with dinner, his favourite from Sally’s diner. Parking up at the garage you grab the bags of food and make your way inside. When you don’t see anyone you assume he’s back in the office, so you make your way there, pushing open the door your shocked at what you see. Dropping the food into the floor you burst into tears and quickly make your way out to the car. You can hear someone calling your name but your in a daze until he grabs your arm pulling you into him.

“Hey baby please let me explain. It’s not what you think, Casey she kissed..”

“How could you Ricky? I love you, I thought you loved me too, clearly not.”

“Y/N please just listen to me.”

“Why? So you can fill me with lies?”

“You don’t trust me?”

“Really! After what I just saw your turning this on me.”

“I love you Y/N, I have been in love with you since we were fourteen. You really think I would throw away our future for anyone else?”

“What am I supposed to think when I walk in to surprise you and she’s all over you.”

“If you can’t trust me then what’s the point.”

“So it’s over?”

“Yeah I guess it is.”

You don’t say anything else, afraid if you attempt to speak he’ll hear the sadness in your voice. You just hop into your car and drive away.

It’s been two weeks since you broke up with Ricky and god did you miss him. You’ve been going over everything in your head and you can’t remember if he kissed her back, was is really her pushing herself on him. It didn’t help that you saw him practically everywhere you went. He completely ignored you of course but you could feel his eyes on you when you weren’t looking.

Your best friend Laura had roped you into going to a Halloween party, said it would be the party of the year. She convinced you to wear a leather cat women outfit and you had to admit, you looked good. Maybe you could find someone to hook up with, take your mind off Ricky. You touch up your make up and make your way downstairs.

“Y/N….you look stunning. Ricky eat your heart out.”

“Can we not…talk about him please.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Come on lets go.”

Your wandering through the throngs of people, Laura having gone MIA as soon as Josh appeared. You didn’t really know anyone here and you don’t do well in large crowds so you grab a beer and make your way out back. The cool air refreshing against your warm skin, your beginning to rethink this whole leather suit.

“So did you try it on with him?”

“Yeah, I kissed him but then his god damn girlfriend walked in, ex girlfriend now.”

“Look at you getting what you want, go on girl.”

“Well I didn’t get what I want though. He doesn’t want me, he said we were just friends. Can you believe it, he turned me down. Apparently he’s in love with Y/N, I mean she’s not even that pretty.”

“I think it’s cute! I heard he’s planning on marrying her.”

“Oh shut up Katie!”

They didn’t realise you could hear their whole conversation. You felt like you couldn’t breath, Ricky was telling the truth, she came on to him. God how could you be so stupid, now you’ve lost the the love of your life because you didn’t trust him. You had to get out of here. Standing up abruptly you make your way back inside, trying to push through all the people when a hand grabs your wrist. You try to pull out of their grasp but they only hold you tighter.

“Hey it’s ok, it’s just me.”

“Ricky! What are you…”

“Not here, let’s go.”

He intertwines your fingers and leads you out front towards his truck. He opens your door for you and helps you in before running around and hopping in himself. He doesn’t say a word the whole drive, he just keeps stealing glances at you, it’s not until he pulls up at cabin like house that he turns towards you.

“There’s something I wanna show you.”

Ricky helps you out and brings you towards the small house, is beautiful, nestled perfectly among the trees. He unlocks the door and when you make your way inside your blown away by what you see. There’s cables dotted all around the place creating a romantic atmosphere. There’s blankets and cushions on the floor, a small picnic basket and the fire is lit. You turn to find Ricky’s gaze already on you, a flicker of something behind his eyes.

“What’s all this?”

He slowly moves towards you, his hand nervously rubbing the back of his neck.

“I wanted to surprise you, I’ve missed you, so damn much and I’m sorry about Casey. I meant what I said nothing happened, she came onto me but I turned her down.”

“You did all this for me? Why haven’t to spoke to me? Anytime I saw you, you just blanked me.”

“I didn’t know what to say. It killed me to not be able to hold your hand, kiss you, talk to you. I love you! I have since we were teenagers and I plan on loving you the rest of my life.”

He slowly get down on one knee, pulling a small blue velvet box out of his jacket pocket. He looks up at you, “baby I love you, I will love you until I die and if there’s a life after that, I’ll love you then too. Will you marry me?”

Your shaking as you sob, tears falling down your cheeks. You can’t believe this is happening, you’d though you’d lost him forever and now he’s here right in front of you asking you to be his wife.

“Yes! Yes I’ll marry you.”

He places the beautiful ring on your finger before standing up and kissing you.

“I thought I lost you. I’m so sorry I didn’t believe you, I should have known you wouldn’t do something like that.”

“Hey baby it’s ok, it’s in the past, let’s just forget about it ok?”

You nod up at him, trying to control your tears.

“How did you do all this? Who’s place is this?”

“It’s ours!”

“What?”

“It’s ours, I bought it last week. I remember when we were younger you always said you wanted a house in the woods, somewhere quiet and peaceful. I’ve been saying up for it.”

“You bought us a house! Ricky!” You completely break down and he just pulls you close, wrapping his arms around you.

“I didn’t mean to upset you, I..”

“No baby, these are happy tears I promise. I love you.”

“You eh, you look sexy as hell in that outfit baby.”

“Yeah? I think it makes me look fat to be honest and I’m roasting in it.”

“Definitely not fat and eh, I can always help take it off you.”

“Would you like that, we could christen the new house, right here in the living room, by the fire.”

The whole time you were talking your hand was slowly inching towards his obvious bulge. He really did like you in this outfit. He closes his eyes and his breathing becomes heavy.

“Are you ok?”

“Hmm Hmm.”

“Are you sure baby.” You whispered seductively into his ear. He couldn’t take it anymore he was on you in the blink of an eye, kissing you passionately. He starts to unzip your cat suit when he suddenly stops.

“Jesus Christ you’re trying to kill me baby, you’ve been going around with nothing on under this, this whole time?”

“Well yeah, it’s not exactly made for underwear lines.” He strips you out of your clothes, his own following after, a messy pile on the floor. He just stares at your naked form, admiring every dip and curve, you feel hot under his gaze. The ache between your thighs is too much, you need him. You practically jump on him as you both lay on the floor. You push him back and straddle his waist, his hands gripping your hips as you line him up and sink down on him slowly. He moans in pleasure as he fills you up.

“Miss you baby….missed this..”

“Missed…..oh god….missed you too.” You can’t get the words out with moaning.

You move up and down his cock, your hands on his chest, helping you move faster. You roll your hips up and down, bringing yourself closer to your release. Ricky is thrusting up into you, faster and faster, his moan of pleasure filling the room. He thrusts again and again and you can feel your orgasm building in your abdomen. You bite your lip as you come hard, your cunt engulfing him and sending him over the edge as he paints your walls with his come.

“Fuck……love you…”

“I love you too baby.”

You move off him and lay beside him on the blankets, your hand running up and down his chest. Your both sweaty and panting, a mixture of pleasure and exhaustion.

“I can’t believe this is our home now…thank you so much for this Ricky.”

“I’d do anything for you Y/N, your my whole world. I was a little selfish too though, I couldn’t wait to start our life together, you know marriage, house and a baby.”

“Well you’ve already sorted the house and we’re already half way to marriage, we just Gotta work on the baby now.”

“You read my mind baby.”

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