#I really enjoyed seeing matt be happy like he was in college

[gracieheartspedro]

Dagger In The Heart

pairing: ellie williams x afab! reader

post about palestine - please be aware and know who your content comes from. this post informs you about the tlou writers and creators, as well as how to help the Palestinian people.

word count: 6.1k words

warnings: MINORS DNI!!! 18+ ty!!! abusive relationship mentioned, reader's bf is a cheating asshole, calls her names, makes comments about weight, talks of cheating, some lowkey cheating from reader, sharing clothes with ellie, ellie is 18+ but her age not specified, talks of hardly eating food at dinner, reader is a bit confused with her sexuality and wants to explore (which is fine!!! and normal!!!), wlw relations, pussy eating, fingering, tribbing, tattoos? lots of tattoos, dirty talk, reader being a bit desperate, getting caught (but not really), mentions of a strap, men being drunk and stupid. that's it. I think.

description: when you get the chance to meet your asshole boyfriend’s family, you take a liking to his sister, ellie. when a conversation about her tattoos turns into talks of what you’re really into, you can’t help but want to explore it more.

author’s note: hi girls, gays, and theys! I am so happy to be bringing this request to you. it was an anon request from july and I just suck at getting my life together to actually write. but here we are. FYI, I don't condone this behavior or cheating. anyway I hope you enjoy. I will also be putting this on my ao3 soon, so if you see it there, don't worry, it's just me (;

“You gotta chill, babe. Your anxiety is giving me anxiety.”

He was never very good with comforting you, so you bite back your snappy comment and just fake a smile.  

You had been dating your boyfriend Matt for almost a year. You two met in your college biology class and really bonded over your love for folk music and Greek food. He had kind eyes, mousy brown hair and the brightest smile you had ever seen. 

At first, you thought this was the best relationship you ever could ask for, but Matt grew distant after four months together. You didn’t know why, but his temper had shown itself one too many times. He fought with you constantly. He was quite jealous. You could never be seen with another boy without accusations of cheating. But every time you two argued, he always came back with an apology and a bouquet of flowers. You could not help but believe you could fix him. 

It had been 10 months, you had to brave meeting his family. Unlike you, his family lived two towns over and he visited them quite often. He was close to his younger brother and mom, so he made a point to see them as much as he could. 

He brought up the idea of meeting them back around the holidays, but you were planning to board a flight and visit your family across the country. He understood but was pretty disappointed you could not try his mom’s infamous pumpkin pie.

You had no excuse when summer came. So here you are, standing with him at his childhood home’s front door as he scrambled to find his keys. 

You were sporting something more dressed up than your normal. Matt loved this one black dress on you, so you decided to wear that with some cute flats. You were sorely regretting the shoe decision, the pointed-toed shoes squeezed your big toe and the arch was not high enough to be comfortable. 

He unlocks the deadbolt and the red door jolts open. You are instantly met with the scent of BBQ and cornbread. His childhood is cozy and lived in. The entrance is lined with shoes, everything from high heels to sneakers that have run through countless puddles. It was a sigh of relief, they were a no-shoes in the house family. You kick off your uncomfortable shoes, holding on to Matt’s shoulder for balance. 

His mom is the first one to enter the hallway to meet you two at the door. She is quite beautiful, her hair darker than Matt’s. She was shorter, wearing a nice blouse and jeans. She welcomes you both with a bear hug and cheers of excitement. When she pulls you out of the embrace, she gets a better look at you. 

“You are more beautiful in person, pictures do not do your gorgeous smile justice,” She remarks, squeezing your hands. 

You shake your head, trying your best not to let out that you are beyond nervous about this entire encounter. “You are too kind, thank you so much for hosting us.”

“Come meet the crew!”

Matt eyes meet yours, noticing how tense you are. You had hoped for him to hold your hand and guide you through this experience, but instead he just nudges you with his shoulder. He brushes by, heading after his mom. 

The hallway opens into a kitchen and living room, which is littered with random strangers who, in some way, resemble your boyfriend. 

His brother, Collin, stands up first from the barstools, racing over to your boyfriend to dap him up. When he glances your way, you just smile and introduce yourself. He extends his hand to shake yours, which you gladly accept. 

His dad is next to stand up from a recliner in the living room. He makes your acquaintance quickly, telling you he’s so glad to finally meet you after months of hearing all about you. 

When he moves away from in front of you, she comes into focus. You had not even noticed her sitting on the couch across the room. 

She’s slender, her dark locks framing her chiseled jawline. She looks like Matt, but more like a person who belongs in a Renaissance painting. Her eyes are a more dimensional brown. She has freckles scattered around her pale complexion, which only added her beauty. 

You do not realize you are gawking until Matt nudges you. “This is my sister, Ellie.”

You blink again, bringing your focus back to the situation. She extends her hand, and that��s when you take notice to her tattoo-filled arms. Her tank top raises a bit and you catch a glance of her midriff, exposing more tattoos littering her abdomen. 

“Nice to meet ya. Heard plenty about you.”

You swallow, taking her hand and shaking it. “I hope good things.”

“No, I only tell her the worst things about you.”

Everyone giggles except you and Ellie. Luckily it is filling the room with enough noise to drown out your thoughts about your boyfriend’s beautiful sister. 

Ellie rolls her eyes before whispering, “Don’t worry, it’s only ever good things, sweet cheeks.”

-

Matt’s dad loves to talk and you can tell it annoys Ellie. You were seated outside on their patio set, drinking some homemade lemonade Matt’s mom was adamant you had. He was helping her with all the sides that were still yet to be made, so you took up Ellie’s offer to check out the backyard space. You did not expect Matt’s dad to come with you two and tell you all about the flower beds he curated. 

But you listened, smiling and nodding while sipping on your tart drink. 

He got occupied with grilling, so you and Ellie were left on the couch near a very used and abused firepit. 

You wait for her to say something. She was truly making you nervous, her eyes trailing you every so often. 

“So, you and Matt met in science class?”

You finally look back at her wandering eyes, “Yeah, he was my biology partner.”

“Gotcha,” She leans forward, putting her elbows on her knees. You do not know what comes over you, but you cannot physically pull your eyes away from her arms as they flex. “You good?”

“I like your tattoos,” You barely manage to say, “They are… hot.”

You want to jump into the unlit firepit for that one. 

No other adjective came to your horny mind? Really?

She giggles, enjoying watching you practically squirm under her gaze. “Thanks, dude. My ex girlfriend was a tattoo artist so I let her practice on me.”

You remember a moment about 5 months ago when Matt mentioned his sister being gay, but for some reason, you finally connect that duh it’s Ellie, you fucking idiot. 

You also remember some choice words he had about her. You remember cringing when he called her a slur and said she could not keep a girl to save her life. You held your tongue and refused to reply.

“That’s awesome,” You scoot closer to her, bridging more of the gap between you two on the couch, “Which one is your favorite?”

She smiles at your intrusion into her space and questions. You realize you two are almost sizing each other up, right in front of her family, your boyfriend’s family. They could easily peek outside of the kitchen windows and see you two eye fucking each other. She leans back, her eyes tracing all the tattoos on her arms. 

Then she laughs. A deep guttural laugh. 

“What?”

“Nothing,” She brings her front teeth down on her bottom lip before speaking up again, “It’s a tattoo I can’t show you.”

“Why not?”

She looks towards the window, checking on her brother and mom. Her expression changes when she turns back to you. 

“Because I’m not pulling my tits out in front of my family.”

Your pussy practically pulses when you hear her say it. What is wrong with you? You are dating her brother. What is wrong with you?!

“Your… boobs are tattooed?”

She nods slowly, bringing her one hand up to your bare exposed thigh, “Bet that shakes a sweet one like you to your core.”

The comment insinuates that you are an innocent little girl who knows nothing about the world. And sure Matt is your first real boyfriend. Sure he was the first person ever to eat you out because your high school crushes did not even know that was a thing. Sure you never have been sexually promiscuous. Sure you thought you were straight. 

Sure.

But something inside you was crawling its way out. This small interaction with your asshole boyfriend’s sister was enough to send you into a spiral. You never gave a girl a chance so how were you supposed to know you did not like it?

“What if your family wasn’t around?”

Ellie is gobsmacked by your comment, her jaw practically hitting the floor. You can tell she realized she was flying too close to the sun. She pulls her hand away from your leg. 

“You are my brother’s girlfriend. I am not going to be the one to corrupt you,” She states, scooting over a bit away from you. Your cheeks get flushed, instantly feeling embarrassed for asking such a question. But the more you sat in silence, the more you realized that you really did not care. The feelings Ellie made you feel within the last 10 minutes were more exciting than any feeling Matt had given you in 10 months. 

You clear your throat, “Luckily for you, Ellie, you would not be the one to corrupt me. That has already been done.”

She looks at you quizzically, “Is that so?”

“Yeah, I may look sweet and innocent,” You creep in close to her, “But I am really a freak.”

Now you are just lying. 

Before she can utter a word, Matt’s brother comes out to let you two know dinner was done. You hope and pray he didn’t take notice to how close you two were. Or how Ellie stared at your ass as you walked away. 

-

You sit between Matt and Ellie at the table. 

Every so often during the meal, you would place your hand on Matt’s leg. He would push you away, rolling his eyes when you glared at him. When the conversation came around to him, he would find a way to demean you and then continue blabbing about school or his internship. 

You answered questions from his mom and dad, but you were sorely uninterested in them. But then the conversation comes around as to whether you two would be staying the night tonight. At this point, Matt had already had four beers, and you knew he probably would not want you driving his new Mustang. 

“You can take Matt’s bed and he can sleep on the couch,” His mom suggests, indicating that you two would not be sleeping together. You understood that they were a bit more traditional, but you were not expecting to sleep in your boyfriend's childhood bed without him. 

“That’s a great idea, Ma. We can stay, right?”

You look at the plate of practically untouched food in front of you. You just nod, finally saying, “As long as you give me some comfy sweatpants to wear.”

“Mine are all back at my apartment, but I’m sure Ellie has something you could borrow. Plus, you probably wouldn’t fit my sweatpants.”

Matt constantly made comments about your figure and how he could not share clothes with you. He refused to share his clothes with you, stating that you would not be able to squeeze into them and you also “left your scent on everything”. 

God, he made you feel terrible about yourself. 

Butterflies erupt in your stomach when you think about wearing Ellie’s clothes, though, and you completely drown out the separate conversation happening around the table. You feel a hand creep up your thigh, but it's not coming from the side you expect.

Her hand is so soft and delicate as it creeps up your leg. You cannot help but glance at her direction, catching her smiling over at you. 

“Don’t worry, I got something you can wear.”

-

Dinner finishes up and Matt expresses that he wants to go for a round of drinks with his high school friends and brother at the local tavern down the street. He never asks if you want to go, telling you “It would just be high school friends that you don’t know, anyway.”

He tells you that his Mom and Ellie would get you all set up. He gives you a pat on the back, and heads to the door, right behind his brother. You watch him leave and almost breathe a sigh of relief. 

When you turn back, you see his Mom already going upstairs. 

“I’m gonna get your bed all set up and then I’m probably going to retire to my bed, too.” She states, slowly making her way up the wooden staircase. 

You wanted to scream because this only meant one thing. You were alone with Ellie. 

You follow her up the stairs and look around the hallway. She heads to the right and begins pointing at the only room with the light on. You didn’t even know that Ellie was upstairs.

“Have Ellie get you something to wear, I’ll make up your bed!”

The door swings open and Ellie stands there, having changed into her own bedtime clothes. And for fucks sake, she’s not making this easy for you. 

She is sporting a tight white tank, no bra, and shorts that ride up to the very tops of her thighs. Her legs are tattooed as well, but not as much as her arms. There isn’t a touch of her freckled skin that isn’t marked with art. You can almost see through her shirt, making your mouth go dry. 

“Let’s see what you fit into!”

She lets you into her space. Her room is decorated with posters of space and heavy metal bands. From the looks of one corner of her room, she’s an artist. She has different art styles, anywhere from charcoal to watercolors, littering a desk and her walls. It’s messy, but it’s not dirty. It smells like incense and clean laundry. 

She walks over to her dresser, opens up the top drawer. Everything is neatly folded, which kind of surprises you. 

“I have some sweatpants, shorts, boxers-“

“Sweatpants are fine,” You retort, not wanting her to list off anything else, “Do you have any t-shirts I could wear?”

“Well of course I do, sweet cheeks. What do you want, loose or tight?”

You stare at her dumbfounded. You know what she’s doing. And you hate yourself for liking it so much. 

She pulls out a pair of navy blue sweatpants, still waiting for your reply. 

“Loose.”

She starts to dig through another drawer when Matt’s mom pops her head in. 

“It’s all set up for you, sweetheart. If you need anything, you let one of us know. I’m going to downstairs if you need me.”

You smile, thankfully. “Thank you so much, Mrs. Williams.”

“If she needs anything, I’m sure I could help her find her way,” Ellie says, absentmindedly. She pulls out a white t-shirt from her drawer and tosses it at you. 

“Goodnight, girls!”

And then you two are alone. Ellie slowly saunters to her door and shuts it. 

“You can get dressed here. Just make sure what I gave you fits.”

You silently turned your back to her, tossing your hair over your shoulder. “Can you unzip me?”

You are not even thinking straight. You are so caught up with being alone with the girl you have had weird sexual tension with. She walks over to you confidently, before grabbing the top of your black dress, which lands right at the middle of your back. She pulls down the zipper, ensuring it reaches the very end of its track. 

The hairs on your back stand up in her wake. You breathe deeply, before shimmying the dress off your shoulders. You were wearing a bra, so you were just going to keep it on. You step out of the dress, leaving you in just underwear and the push-up bra Matt gifted you not too long ago. 

You don’t turn to her, but she just comes around to your front, nonchalantly. 

“Jesus Christ,” Ellie stammers, before plopping on her bed. You shakingly step into the sweatpants she gifted you to wear, unsure how to respond. You rack your brain trying to gain the confidence you had before dinner, but your mouth is dry and your brain is dazed from seeing Ellie in her pajamas. 

You finally manage to glance up at her hungry eyes, smiling softly. 

“I never knew I would be jealous of my brother.”

You swallow, “Jealous?”

“Yeah, he gets to have someone like you every night and I can’t even find someone worth hanging out with around here. Never thought a nerd like him would win over a woman like you.”

You are standing in the sweatpants and your bra, not able to digest her words completely. A woman like you?

“Your brother is sweet. And we don’t have sex every night.”

“Just sweet?” She steps a bit closer to you, “And I said nothing about sex, darling, I said he gets to have you.”

She is looking at you like you are her prey. You almost fell to your knees and begged her to put you out of your misery, but you resisted. Instead, she just stands up, trying to catch your nervous glances. 

“H-he, uh, does what he can, when we d-do, yanno.”

Her fingers trace up your arm, her eyes trailing as she does it. You bite the inside of your cheek, waiting for her response. She clicks her tongue a couple of times, shaking her head. 

“I am sure he tries,” She sputters, standing back from you, “Do you even really like him?”

You furrow your eyebrows, suddenly snapping out of the situation you are currently in. You reflect for a moment.

Matt was an asshole but you sometimes enjoyed his company. He made you laugh on occasion. But deep down, you knew that he wasn’t made for you. He lacked emotional intelligence and made sure to put you down any chance he got. You had inklings he was talking to other girls and his friends were probably the most intolerable people on your college campus. And then there was that one time when the inklings were just. 

The realization that you maybe didn’t like him made you sick. You wasted so much time and now you have met his family.

“When he’s not mean to me. When he isn’t cheating on me.” You admit quietly, almost too humiliated to say it. 

She crooks her neck, “He cheated on you?”

You hate talking about it, it made you feel as though you were never good enough. He made it out that it was your fault because you would not have sex with him when you had the flu. “It was just some hand stuff, baby,” he said to you. 

“Just once. I forgave him because he told me he loved me.”

“People who love you don’t hurt you like that,” Ellie says without a beat. 

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“Is he mean to you all the time?”

You think back to the last nice thing he said to you. Your ass looks fat in that dress. And even that could be seen as a bad thing. You shake your head, trying to find a good way to paint her brother. From the looks of it, she doesn’t really like him all that much anyway. 

“Most of the time.”

“So, what I’m hearing is my brother is an asshole that doesn’t know how to treat a woman both in life and in the bedroom. Is that what you’re saying?”

You stand there pondering her question, coming up with nothing. She was right, but were you ready to admit that?

So you shrug.

Ellie stands with her arms crossed now, chewing on the inside of her lip. She’s contemplating something, her eyes falling to the floor for a moment. 

“Listen, I am not just saying this because it has taken everything in my power to resist sinking my teeth into you,” The first half of the sentence put your heart in your throat. Nonetheless, she carries on, “But I have an inkling that you don’t like my brother at all. I think you like girls and you’ve never had the chance to explore that. You want to say you are a freak, but you really don’t know what that even means.”

“Ellie, I d-”

“You need to break up with my brother,” She states plainly, “And then, after all is said and done, I can show what it looks like to be taken care of.”

You agree, sadly. You do need to break up with Matt. And on the basis that you believe that he’s probably at the bar hanging out with old friends, probably with other girls, probably flirting with those other girls. You decide you are not going to wait anymore. He cheated on you once, what’s stopping him now? Ellie was right about everything, and while that revelation changes your entire perspective on life, you settle on jumping head first. 

“Show me now.”

You watch all the blood drain from her face. She fumbles with her inked hands, waiting for you to say you didn’t mean it. That moment never comes. 

“Are you sure about that?”

Swallowing hard, you just nod. You do not even realize what you are getting yourself into, but the undeniable chemistry cannot be ignored anymore. You don’t even want to waste another thought on Matt. You know if you think too hard about it, you’ll talk yourself back into staying with him.

Ellie’s face gets closer to yours and your lips connect seamlessly. She wastes no time, bringing her hands down to your waist to pull you in. You wrap your arms around her neck while fireworks erupt in your chest.

Her lips taste like mint and a dab pen your college roommate made you hit a couple of months ago. She was borderline intoxicating. 

She backs you up towards her bed, letting your knees hit the edge of the mattress. You plop down, disconnecting from her lips. 

Through hooded lids, she asks you, “Do you want to see my favorite tattoo, then?”

Your breathing hitches as she does not even wait for a response, she just pulls her tank top over her head.

Each piece is connected somehow. Her stomach piece is what appeared to be a dragon flying up towards her under-boob area. It was extremely detailed and took up a large half of her upper stomach. Around her collarbones were very intricate lines that almost rain over her body like veins. They spread down her chest onto her boobs, where around her nipples were two matching daggers appearing to go through her areola. 

You smirk at the idea that these are her favorite tattoos. The cheeky ones around her tits.

“Holy shit, Ellie.”

You reach out and touch her tits, ever so delicately. You use your finger to outline the daggers, smiling to yourself. 

Being this close sends a pulsating feeling down to your pussy. You have never felt a lightning strike quite like it before. 

She’s letting you feel her up, but when you change your tune and start pinching at her nipples, she throws her head back with a groan.

“Hmm, you should try putting one in your mouth,” She remarks, hoping to God you would be eager enough to do so. She was very in tune with you because you leaned forward taking her right nipple into your mouth. She’s guiding you around every turn, whispering how good you are doing already. 

You release her with a pop and sit back. You reach around to release your own, but she stops you. 

“Lemme do it,” She says mounting your lap. You place your hand on her hips while she runs her fingertips across your back. She unhooks your black bra, letting your tits spill out. 

You feel the tops of your hands stand up as soon as her hands begin to knead your tits. You glance down at her movements, watching your sensitive nipples perk up due to the attention she’s giving them. 

“Mmm, you like that, sweetness?”

You just groan, your lips needing to do more than just talk. You pull Ellie’s ajar mouth down to yours, diving your tongue between her teeth. You never had such a hunger for anyone else. No guy ever made you feel this way. 

She nudges your shoulders, having you fall onto your back. Her lips move away from yours and start to trail down your neck and chest. When her wet mouth touches your tits, you cannot control the sounds that leave your throat. She bites down on your supple skin, which makes you groan more. 

“You gotta quiet down a bit. Don’t need anyone hearing us.”

You try to manage your noises, but as soon as she starts to kiss down to the hem of the sweatpants she loaned you, you know you’ll never be quiet like she needs you to be. She tugs at the waistband, taking your underwear with it. 

You are now butt naked on her bed. And god, the air is hitting the wetness between your legs is titillating. 

“Listen, sweets,” She whispers, palming your thighs with her tattooed hands, “I’m going to make you cum on my tongue first. Then I am going to fuck this pussy so good, you won’t know any other cock but the fake one in my side table. You hear me?”

Your stomach is in knots, but you know that this is what you really want. “Okay, Ellie. Please do whatever you think I will like.”

“You’re gonna like it all, baby girl. And if it gets a bit dodgy, you just let me know and we can stop.”

You shake your head positively as she smiles between your legs. She starts by kissing up your thighs, keeping you completely in a trance. When her mouth finds your slit, she licks a long stripe. She takes her time, working her tongue in between your pussy lips. The wet sound that happens when she shakes her head is pornographic. When she finds your clit, she encases it and starts to suck lightly. You scream out in pleasure, never feeling this sensitive before. It usually took a whole lot of Matt lazily fingering you and fucking you to illicit such a response. Ellie is building up an orgasm within you in record time. 

She uses her fingers to open up your pussy a little bit more. You instinctively want to close your legs, but her left arm has your legs locked on her bed. Her middle and index fingers curl inside you with every motion forward. 

Her eyes are closed and you are laser-focused on her expressions. She’s putting her all into making you feel good and it’s relieving to watch someone put so much care into it. 

You notice the small little freckles that scatter across her nose get lighter as they reach her cheekbones. She’s so fucking pretty. 

“Jesus, you’re doin’ so good sweetheart. You feel so good.”

“Oh my god, Ellie, please don’t stop,” Your voice is strained, begging her to continue fucking you. She chuckles and begins to pick up speed. Your mind is cluttered, unsure how you can feel this good. 

When the peripherals of your vision begin to get white, you know it’s over. She latches her lips back onto your clit, humming to drag the orgasm out of you. When it happens, your deep guttural moans get muffled by her palm.

You think your heart is going to stop beating. 

Once you begin to feel your muscles relax, Ellie is crawling on top of you, hovering over your chest, her lips kissing your collarbones.

“You did such a great job, baby girl,” She dotes, her short hair falling across her forehead, “You’re so fuckin’ sexy.”

Your heart swells up a thousand sizes. You never got called that before, let alone felt sexy. But Ellie had this aura to her. She made you feel sexy, desirable, wanted. 

Your hand reaches up to tuck her hair behind her ear, “Please show me more.”

She nods, before she leans back on her knees. She balances on one leg before shoving her pajama shorts down. The ink travels to every part of her body and you wonder if the ones around her hips hurt. The snakes that travel up her thighs, have their heads resting right on her hip bones. 

You sit up and observe her movements, she’s fumbling with something in her drawer. She seemingly cannot find what she’s looking for and slams it shut. 

“How about this,” She says with a huff, “I want you to see what it feels like to grind that pretty little pussy on mine anyway. The strap will have to wait.”

You feel the blood drain from your face, “The strap?”

She giggles at your not-so-faux innocence. “We will try that next time.”

You aren’t ready for her to grab onto your legs and move you like a rag doll around her bed. She rests her body horizontally from yours, her lower half lining up with yours. You were not sure how this worked, but you had heard of scissoring before. The technicality was lost on you. 

You sit up waiting for instruction, but Ellie is so hypnotized by your wet slit, she doesn’t even look at you. You watch her reach out and touch your dripping center and it sends an electric shock down your limbs. You throw your head back, hissing at the action. 

“God, that cunt is so pretty.”

You finally look back at her, wanting nothing more but to fuck her like she fucked you. So in return for her toying with you, you hastily reach out and touch her pussy. You are confused by what to do, but by her reaction, you know you did something right. 

“Tell me what we are doing,” You beg, closing your legs in closer to hers. She nods, watching your fingers pull apart her pussy lips. 

“Pull your cunt against mine and ride me like you’d ride Matt’s dick.”

You halt your movements, “Ride him?”

“You’ve never ridden him before?”

Your response was your silence. You had never explored much with him, simply because he was quick to get his nut before traversing to other territories. 

She helps you sit up, hover your cunt over hers. You can not lie, the sight of her sticky wet pussy was hot. She guides you down so your mound is on hers. She bites her lip as you practically drool watching your purely untouched body against her painted figure. 

“Now move your hips back,” Her hands are gripping onto your hips, showing you the way, “And forth.”

The friction is immediately overstimulating, but it feels like an itch you’ve never scratched. So fucking delicious. 

“Shit…” You groan at the response your body is giving you.

“Practice makes perfect, baby. Keep moving those hips.” 

You have never been on top, but it’s almost freeing to be in control of the movements. You weren’t sure what you should grip onto as you rubbed your pussy against hers, so you grip onto your own shoulders. Your hips gyrate, the slickness between your legs starts trailing down to Ellie’s navy blue sheets. 

“God, this pussy is so fucking perfect,” Ellie says through gritted teeth. She holds down your hips, somehow trying to get you closer to her.

“It’s yours.” You whine, letting the lust take over your speech. You had no clue what that meant for this situation, you just knew that Ellie knew how to fuck you and it was bliss. Your hands leave your shoulders and eventually find Ellie’s tits.

“This pussy is mine? The first cunt you fuck is the cunt you fuck forever?”

You want to laugh, but the bubble in your stomach is about to burst already with how fucked out of your mind you are. “If the cunt is yours, then yes. I want this forever.”

Ellie sucks on her two fingers before she reaches down, finding the very top of your cunt, and begins to press down on that sensitive little bud. The saliva only mixes with the messiness of your liquids. You squeeze her nipples in response. 

“Never going back to my stupid fuckin’ brother, hm? This pussy belongs to me.”

“Yes, Ellie, fuck!” 

She smiles at your quickening pace. She knows you’re reaching your breaking point, and she knows that she’s close herself. 

“Come for me, baby. Come all over my fuckin’ cunt.”

You jolt forward, your hips stilling over hers. You don’t know if you’ve felt a sensation quite like it. You had tears pricking the corners of your eyes as your body felt like a volcano erupting. The curses leaving Ellie’s lips as she came from your orgasm only added to the high you felt. You knew words were leaving your mouth, but they were just jumbled together strings of sentences. 

“Jesus Christ…”

“It feels so good…”

“I want this pussy forever…”

You fall over next to Ellie, your legs still intertwined with hers. She was trying to catch her breath, her body still jittery from her high. 

“That was per-”

“Babe!!”

Your stomach drops to your ass when you hear Matt’s voice.

You jump up from Ellie’s bed, finding the closest clothes you can grab at. Ellie does the same, but takes her time throwing a tank top over her bed head. His footsteps are practically running up the steps. 

You are still wobbly on your legs, practically falling over trying to put on the pants she loaned you. You just keep saying “fuck” over and over again, knowing that you two will probably be caught. You just finished putting on a shirt when he barges into the room. 

He’s drunk. 

“What are you still doing in here?” He asks you in an accusatory slurred voice. Collin is close behind him, trying to shush him.

“Chill, dude. I was just showin’ her some of my art.” Ellie defends, plopping down on her bed. She’s trying to mask the fact that her bed is wet with your cum. 

While he blabs about how Ellie sucks at art, which he is very wrong about, you notice a red blotch on his shirt collar. You zero in on it because you fucking knew. 

“Matt, what’s on your neck?” You interrupt.

He stops his rant to look down at you. His eyes are bloodshot. He’s so gone that his mind can’t make up an excuse. 

“It’s from Sophie,” He blurts out, his lips getting ahead of his brain. Ellie pauses and the entire room goes dead silent. You had no idea what to say back to that. You had no clue who Sophie was. You honestly did not care, your relationship was already done in your head. You were just kind of shell-shocked that it happened exactly how your mind doctored it.  

You glance over at Ellie who is already looking at you. Collin clears his throat. 

“I think this a conversation for the morning,” Collin says, grabbing Matt’s arm to tug him out of the room. 

You nod, “Yeah, Collin, great idea. Why don’t you take Matt to bed? Tuck him in and give him a sweet kiss like Sophie did.”

Matt’s face turns bright red, the same thing it always did when he got mad at you. Before he could lash out at you, Collin drags him out of the room and into the hall. Before shutting the door behind him, he says, “I’m sorry.”

You furrow your eyebrows, “It’s fine. It’s not the first time. But it will be the last.”

When the door clicks shut, you hear Matt whisper yelling at Collin about how big of a bitch you are. How you didn’t deserve him. Yadda-yadda-yadda. 

Ellie just gawks at you. The tone of the room changed so drastically so quickly that you felt almost disconnected from reality. 

“You okay?” She asks innocently, her hand holding onto your shoulder. 

Your legs are still weak. “Yeah, I think I’ll need more practice though.”

She is confused, you can tell by the look on her face. “Huh?”

“I’ll need more practice riding you. And, hey, you didn’t get to use that fake dick on me, remember?”

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[lexisecretaccx]

A+ Student FINALE

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(Femreader, pretty long, drama, fluff, I didn’t rlly know how to end this bro, not proofread!)

Summary: Y/n is a great student in her college, always getting good grades. Her college professor Matt, thinks she can get even higher ones with some “extra credit.” That is until she meets her new gym teacher..

Y/n POV

I get woken up by my phone buzzing, it’s 2am who’s calling me? I sit up and grab it off my bedside table. Chris? I answer it, “hello?” I ask sleepily. “I’m so sorry I woke you up,” he spoke softly, “it’s okay, what’s wrong?”

“Please don’t drop Matts class, I had a talk with him everything’s okay he just doesn’t want you to throw away something you’re good at.” Chris replies. “Everything’s good with you and him? And me?” I need to make sure, “yeah he said he wants you to be happy and he’s not going to mess with your feelings, he knows how much I like you.” I can’t see it but I know he’s smiling.

“Really? That’s great!” I sit up further, “Fine, I won’t drop his class then, I do enjoy the subject I just didn’t wanna be in the same class as him but if it’s all good then okay!” I say enthusiastically.

“Can we meet up tomorrow? After college?” He asks me, “Yeah sure,” I groan as I stretch. “Go back to sleep y/n, I’ll see you tomorrow.” He chuckles, “Goodnight.” I mumble as I fall further into my pillow. He hangs up as I instantly fall back to sleep peacefully.

I’m glad everything is good between them, I feel bad for being mad at Matt but.. I did have a right to, but him and Chris also had a right to be mad at me.. I won’t dwell on the past.

My alarm chimes, “Fuck..” I sit up and shut it off, I go to shower and get dressed before applying makeup and getting my bag ready. I walk downstairs, toast a waffle and eat it up to my table.

“Hey sweetie.” my dad walks down the stairs, “Morning dad, you sleep well.” I ask him as he makes a coffee, “Eh, same as usual.” He groans, he sits down opposite me, “No syrup or anything with that?” He points at the waffle on my plate, “No I didn’t want any.” I smile, “Weirdo.” He laughs sipping his coffee.

I check my phone, and he checks his and then it’s time for me to leave. “I’m gonna head off, see you later dad!” I stand up, “See ya Pumpkin.” He waves from the table, “Wait dad I forgot,” I turn around, “I’m going out with a friend after college so I’ll be back late.” He smiles, “That’s okay I’ll be in work anyway, but stay safe!”

I leave and start to walk, I make it to college early and walk in and sit in the library. “You’re here early.” Matt spoke, my head flicked up from the book I was reading, “I underestimated my walking speed.” I chuckle quietly. “Can I sit?” He points opposite me, I nod.

“Chris talked to you yesterday right?” I whispered, we’re in a library even though literally nobody is in here. “Yeah, I just want you to know that there’s no hard feelings, I liked you but not the same way you liked me whereas Chris.. you’re one of the only things he talks about.” Matt chuckles.

It hurt hearing him say he didn’t like me the same way I liked him but, I don’t have those feelings for him anymore so it doesn’t matter. “Really?” I smile, “Yeah it’s always, y/n this.. y/n that.. and in between he talks about some bullshit nobody really understands.” He grins, “I really like him Matt.”

“I told him I didn’t wanna get in the way of you both, I mean.. he literally quit his job for you, that’s something I couldn’t do for anyone.” Matt sighs, “And I apologise.. for messing with your head and lying and everything. Just know I won’t do that again, you and Chris can be happy and I won’t ruin that.” He smiles softly, “Thank you.” I nod.

“Thank you, for not dropping the class, you’re the top student.. You’re an A+ Student.. even without ‘extra credit’ and you will pass the course easily.” He spoke quietly. “It’s okay, I’m sorry for being rude to you yesterday, I was just upset.” I added.

“It’s alright it’s understandable-” he goes to speak but he gets cut off by his phone pinging. “Oh shit I gotta go to set up class, I’ll see you in a bit.” He gets up and walks out the library.

After 10 minutes I leave the library and turn down the hallway, I see Lizzy, Mason, Ethan, Myla, and Kelly all talking and laughing. I walk over to them, “Hi.” I smile, they instantly stop talking and turn to face me, “Oh hey.” Lizzy spoke awkwardly. Kelly is staring into my soul, why have they all stopped talking when I show up?

“What are you guys talking about?” I try to break the awkwardness, “Oh nothing much.” Mason nods, “You can continue talking, don’t let me stop you.” I chuckle nervously, “Uh.. Mason and Kelly how did your date go yesterday?” Ethan changes the subject, I look to Mason and Kelly who are both blushing.

I guess she has a type.. anyone who shows interest in me. I’m joking but still, “It went well.. we’re sorta dating now.” Kelly giggles, “Yeah.” Mason looks directly at me for a response, “Congrats.” I smile. I’m not jealous at all, I’ve got Chris.

“Did you know Mr Sturniolo quit his job?” Ethan says to Mason, “What why?” He replies, I fiddle with my hand’s anxiously. “He had ‘more important things to focus on’,” Ethan scoffs, “My mom is the headmasters assistant so she told me, but if you ask me.. I think he was fucking a student.”

I look to him instantly, “What made you think that?” I ask him, “Apparently he had Hickeys on his neck, but here’s the thing.. he didn’t have them when he got here.. he must’ve got them from someone here.” He chuckles, “Are you sure he wasn’t dating one of the staff here?” I tried to hide my nervousness.

“Why are you defending him,” Ethan laughs, “Are you the student he was sneaking around with.” He crosses his arms, “What no! I wouldn’t date a teacher.” I try and defend myself, “I never said date, plus he quit his job so he’s not a teacher anymore.” He snarks.

“Can you just stop, I’m too tired to deal with bullshit.” I sigh, “Tired from fucking Mr Sturniolo is it?” Lizzy joins in, “Liz what?” I scoff, “I was joking.” She awkwardly chuckles. Kelly doesn’t say a word, “You okay?” Mason wraps an arm around her, I know what she’s thinking, she’s fucked Matt and is nervous anyone might find out.

“Yeah, great.” She replies. “You a teacher fucker Y/n? Hm?” Ethan leans down to my ear, I shake my head. “Ethan I said stop.” I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Everything okay here?” A familiar voice, Matt. Kelly turns around so quickly you would think someone was offering a million bucks for free.

“Yep professor, everything’s peachy.” Ethan fake smiles and places his hand on my shoulder. “Ethan’s being a dick.” I spoke out, his expression shifts to betrayal or some shit. “Yeah well y/n is a teacher fu-” Ethan goes to speak and cuts himself off as Matt is Chris’ brother.

“Kelly you didn’t do your homework that was due Friday.” He spoke to her, her face so sheepish you woulda thought she saw a ghost. “Sorry Mat- Professor.” She stutters, I try not to laugh because of how nervous she is. “It’s fine but get it done by tomorrow.” He nods going to walk away until he stops and turns on his heels.

“And Ethan?” He calls, Ethan looks up.. “Don’t spread rumours about my brother, I could get your mother in trouble for telling you confidential information.” He tilts his head, “Sorry sir.” He looks down at his feet. Matt walks away.

“What was that about Kels?” Liz asks Kelly, Kels? Since when were they that close friends, “What?” Kelly stutters, “Your little nervous moment then.” Liz chuckles, “You gotta crush on Professor Sturniolo?” She smiles, “No!” Kelly shakes her head, Mason looks down at Kelly confused.

“It’s fine, I know someone else who does.” Liz looks at me and smirks, “Nope, not anymore.” I look at her, “Mhm sure.. what about Mr Sturniolo, you told me you liked him.” She teases, “Whatever.” I roll my eyes I’m sick of this what is she doing?

“I’m gonna go to class.” I push past Mason and Ethan, “You got another 20 mins, do you just wanna see Professor Sturniolo?” Ethan teases, “No, I just wanna get away from you all. The only one who isn’t being an asshole is Kelly.” I nod at her, “I’ll go to class with you, so you aren’t alone.” She smiles and walks next to me.

“Yeah okay.” I nod, and we walk to class. I knock the door, before walking in with Kelly. Matt turns to us, “Everything good?” He asks me, “No they pissed me off so I came to class early, Kelly came aswell.” She walks in next to me, “Hi.” She waves nervously, “Hey you okay?” He smiles, she nods.

I never thought I’d be friends with the girl who Matt fucked without me knowing, but she’s nice. We sit down next to each-other in my row, just until class starts. “I feel bad that they were teasing you.” Kelly whispers so Matt doesn’t hear, “Yeah it’s fine.” I sigh, I pull out my notes. “If I’m being honest, I also had a crush on him.” She points at Matt who is sat at his desk writing stuff down.

“I know.” I chuckle a bit, “How did you know?” She tilts her head, “I could just tell by your body language whenever he would talk to you.” I smile at her, “Oh that’s so embarrassing.” She covers her face, “It’s fine don’t worry.” I start to write down some notes.

“Ethan said he saw your insta story the other day.” Kelly whispers, my head turns to her, “The car one?” She leans closer to me so she can speak quieter. “Don’t ask me how I know but, that was his car right?” She points at Matt again, “yeah but.. not him.” I sigh, “Oh shit.” I speak again as I realise what I was talking about.

I don’t even know her enough and I basically just admitted to the thing that Ethan was accusing me of, “It’s fine, wanna know a secret?” She smirks, “What?” I reply and she sighs “don’t tell anyone please?” She looks at me, “As long as you don’t tell anyone what we’re talking about in general here.” I nod.

“I promise not to,” she puts her pinky out and we pinky promise on it. “I fucked him..” she signals to Matt, “I feel super guilty about it too because I shouldn’t have but.. it was in the moment and you know.. but I called things off almost instantly. I still feel awkward though but he said it’s okay.” She sighs.

“It’s alright, I won’t tell anyone.” I smile at her, I’m glad I’m making a new friend because Lizzy has changed. Little does Kelly know, both of us have fucked Matt but I’m not gonna tell her that. “So you and Mr Sturniolo did.. fuck?” She whispers, I nod, “So Ethan was right?” She sighs.

“Yeah.” I scribble on the plain paper infront of me, “Your secret is safe with me I promise, I fucking hate Ethan in general and he made me so annoyed when he was pressing you about it.” She scoffs, “He usually tells his mom everything.” She rolls her eyes, “Ugh.” I groan.

We talk for a bit and class starts, Kelly returns to her seat and people come in, Matt starts the lesson.

Halfway through the class Ethan and his mom walk in, my heart sinks. What are they doing here, I pretend to continue doing my work and Matt walks up to them. I look up and see Ethan pointing at me, Matt walks up next to me and leans down “They want you to go with them, I think Ethan said something about what he was talking to you about earlier.” Matt pulls an awkward face.

“Oh shit.” I stand up and walk down to them, Ethan grins and I roll my eyes, “Y/n we have to talk to you, Ethan go back to class.” His mom dismissed him and walks to the principals office with me, my heart is beating so quickly.

She lets me in and instantly I’m greeted by the principal. “Sit down.” He’s a tall man, like super tall. 6ft 4 at least. He looks down at me as he demands me to sit. I do exactly that and sit in the seat across from his desk. “We’ve had a very serious accusation..” he sits down opposite me.

“Mrs Winters’ son has told her some information you need to clear up.” He signals her to come closer, “Ethan has revealed to me that he has suspicions that you had a physical relationship with a teacher here. Is that true?” She stands infront of me, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Ethan was accusing me of it earlier and stuff but it’s not true.”

“He also told me that you had told him some information, but that was confidential information so that’s not good.” I turn the tables and start accusing her, her eyes widen. “Do not switch the topic.” She demands, “Oh no I’m not, it’s very much on the same topic.” I lean back in my chair. The principal looks at her, “Is that true?” He asks.

“I had only told him about the situation with Mr Sturniolo and the hickeys on his neck, and the reason he quit his job and I told him I thought it was suspicious!” She defends herself, “That was private between Mr Sturniolo and us, you shouldn’t spread that. But on the topic of Mr Sturniolo.” He directs his attention to me.

“Did you, or did you not.. have a sexual relationship with Christopher Sturniolo during his time teaching here?” He spoke more sternly. “I did not.” I lie, “Why was there footage of you and him in a car together, not long ago? Also an instagram story that shows different.”

Fuck.. my own actions coming back on me, something I did just to make Matt jealous is coming back at me. “Well..” I try to defend myself but get interrupted. “The car you had on the instagram story is the same one that Professor Sturniolo drives, and if I’m correct, he shares that car with his brother Christopher Sturniolo.. right?”

I nod, “So you’re admitting it?” He tilts his head, “He’s not a teacher anymore so there’s no problem with it.” I cross my arms, “So you do have some sort of relationship with him?” Mrs Winters asks me, I shrug. “It wasn’t bad. We didn’t do anything until he quit his job.” I lie but it was a good lie.

“But the hickeys on his neck?” He looks at me, “It was just a make out session, I didn’t know I did that.” I pretend to feel guilty but I don’t, I meant every single one of those marks I left on his neck. “Y/n you know what this means?” He leans forward and sighs, “If your grades weren’t A’s and A+’s you would have to be expelled.”

“But, since you’re a good student, you’re good for our public scores so selfishly of the school we will keep you here, but if we catch any suspicious activity we will not refrain from taking immediate action.” He spoke sternly. I nod, “okay thank you, I’m sorry.” I sigh, I can feel Mrs Winters’ eyes burning into me.

“What happens now?” I ask quietly, “We will have to send you home until tomorrow.” He looks at me with disappointment. I get out of the chair and walk to the door, “I’m sorry again.” I look back, he nods before signalling for Mrs Winters to sit down. She was telling personal information to her son that’s gotta get her in trouble.. right?

I walk past the English classroom and remember that I left my jacket in there. “Shit..” I mutter under my breath. I knock the door timidly and walk in, the class still full of students learning. “I need my jacket.” I mumble, “Are you not staying?” Matt tilts his head and I shake mine, “I got sent home.” I turn away from the class and widen my eyes at him.

He gets the idea of what I mean and nods quickly, “Oh.. okay.” He goes back to his desk, I walk to my seat next to Kelly and grab my jacket off the seat. “What’s happening?” She whispers to me, “You know what I told you?” I whisper back to her, “Yeah..” she leans to hear me better, “They had evidence or something, I’m not expelled but just suspended for a day.” I sigh, “Oh no.. I’ll see you tomorrow though.” She smiles gently.

I walk out the English classroom, giving a small wave to Matt and walking down the hall and out the school door. I grab my phone out and text Chris, he can pick me up now. “We can meet up now. I’ll explain, can u pick me up? xx” I text him. Not even 5 minutes pass before his typing bubble pops up.

“Ok ma On my way! x” I chuckle, his text was followed by an “omw dk why it auto corrected x” I smile to myself and wait outside the school gates until I see the minivan pull up. The window rolled down he leans over to me, “Matt took the Porsche.” He rolls his eyes and I hop into the passenger seat.

“Why are you out early?” He looks at me, “I got kicked out, just for today but they found out about us.” I put my seatbelt on, his eyes widen, “Oh shit, how?” He starts to drive and rests his hand on my thigh, “Mrs Winters was telling Ethan about your personal meeting with the Principal and Ethan borough up the insta story and everything and you know..” I sigh.

“I’m sorry ma.” He gives a gentle squeeze to my thigh, “No it’s okay, if I wasn’t an A+ Student I would’ve gotten expelled according to the Principal, they need me for their publicity purposes.” I laugh, he chuckles too. “Selfish fuckers, but it’s good for you.” We stop at a stop light and he looks at me, “Wanna go for food?” He smiles.

“Yes please, I’m starving.” I pretend to rub my stomach. “What does your stomach crave my dear?” He puts a fake posh English accent on and leans closer to me, “McDonald’s.” I nod grinning. “What fine cuisine.” He jokes still in the awful English accent. “You’re bad at the accent.” I smirk.

“We aren’t going to McDonald’s if you hate on my accent.” He huffs before smiling lightly. “It’s really bad though.” I snark, “don’t be bratty.” He scoffs at me and squeezes my thigh tightly. “I’m sorry, I love the accent.” I lie. “Okay we can get McDonald’s now.”

“What do you want, in advance?” He asks as he drives towards the McDonalds sign in the distance, “Hm, McNuggets please.” I ask in an overly polite tone, “Alright.” He replies, “We can get a share box if you want.” He pulls into the drive thru, “Yeah sure.”

He orders the nuggets, fries and drinks and we pick it up after he pays. We pull into the parking lot to eat the food, “You should’ve had a large fry like I did.” He spoke, stuffing his mouth full of fries. I laugh, “What?” He asks me, “Swallow your food before talking.” I continue laughing.

He finishes his fries before talking, “Y/n I have something I want to ask you, a serious-ish question.” He turns to face me fully, “Yeah? Ask me anything I smile at him admiring his features. “Would you.. do you think you- will you be my girlfriend?” He whispers slightly, my eyes widen and I smile at him. “Really?” I smile widely.

“No I’m just joking,” he sarcastically spoke, “Yes really? Will you?” He smiles, I nod quickly, “Yes! Of course.” I lean to him and grab his face before pushing my lips against his. His hand makes its way behind my neck to deepen the kiss. We part our lips and sit back down normally, “I’m glad it’s official now.” He eats some chicken McNuggets.

‘Yeah.” I smile, my cheeks flushed. I look down to eat the nuggets, “Chris!” I raise my voice, “What?” He asks. “You’ve eaten almost all of them! We said 10 each, you’ve eaten 14.” I pretend to cry, “I’ll go buy you more if you want? Sorry baby.” He goes to get out, “No it’s okay,” I laugh, “just let me eat the rest of them.

I snatch the box out of his hand and eat the rest of the 6 nuggets that are left. “Can I have some of your drink?” He asks me, “Drink your own.” I chuckle, “I did, it’s empty now.” He sighs, I scoff. “Fine have a sip.” I look at him to make sure he is, he gulps twice. “That was two sips.” I joke, “Don’t boss me around or I’ll chug it.”

“I’m breaking up with you if you chug my drink.” I laugh, he instantly puts it back down. “Also.. what you said yesterday?” I bring up the conversation we had yesterday, “Yeah?” He hesitates probably trying to remember what he said, I speak again..

“I think I love you too.”

A/n: Omg u guys it’s finisheddddd, I hope the ending is okay, I couldn’t be bothered to explain like any more of the school stuff in the story bc I felt like it was taking too much time but I hope y’all liked this series I loved writing it. New series at some point but I might take a slight break for a bit and only put out one shots for a bit js bc I need a break for a bit❤️❤️ love y’all!

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[mattmurdocksscars]

Best Friend Blues

Hi guys! Have my word vomit from today lmao I spat this out over a couple of hours at work and I'm kind of happy with it? So, I hope you enjoy! It starts out angsty and ends happily.

Word Count: 3323

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Your best friend was getting married. You should be happy. Elated, even. And instead, you're crying into a bowl of ice cream and doing your best not to think about it. 

Your best friend was getting married and you couldn't be sadder. 

You knew this would happen eventually. That he would find someone and fall in love with them and you would be left to pick up the pieces of your heart. 

You see, you've been in love with your best friend for years. You were always afraid to say anything for fear of losing him. But now it was too late. Far too late. The wedding was in two days. Tomorrow you would have to go to the reception and put your fake smile on and pretend to be happy. But for tonight you were allowing yourself a moment of weakness.

You should have known better.

There was a light tapping at your window and you jumped at the sound. Horrified, you looked to the window to see Matt standing outside of it with a frown on his face. You quickly set the bowl down on your coffee table, wiped your face, and ran to open the window. 

“What are you doing out here?!” You hissed, leaning through the window to look him over. 

“Will you let me in? Please? We need to talk.” Your heart sunk at his words but you backed away and let him fold himself into your living room. It was silent as he turned and closed the window behind him, staying with his back facing you. You took the silence for a few minutes before you couldn't take it anymore.

“Matt, what is-”

“Did you really think I wouldn't notice?” Your heart stopped before resuming at double time. Still, you tried for nonchalance.

“Notice what? What is going on, Matt? Shouldn't you be at home with Veronica?” Matt stiffens then growls and rounds on you. He steps til he's practically towering over you.

“That. That is what I'm talking about. You keep pushing me away anytime I try to spend time with you. So you tell me. What is going on?” You flinch at his words and open your mouth to reply but no words come out. Which is apparently fine because Matt keeps talking. 

“For the last week, every time I pass by your apartment you're either crying or have just finished crying. You're pushing me and the others away. Please. Just tell me what is going on with you. We're all worried and I just want to help you.” He says your name as a plea and it just breaks your heart all over again. Because the way he speaks makes it sound like maybe he could love you too and you know that's not true. You harden your heart and cross your arms over your chest.

“I just don't want to talk about it. I'm fine, Matt. Really.”

He pulls his mask from his head and lets his gaze settle in your direction. His face is desperate and you hate that you've caused him distress.

“Don't. Don't do this to me. You're not fine, I know you aren't. Even if I couldn't tell you were lying to me, I would know that wasn't true. Please, just let me help you.”

Hysterical laughter bubbled up out of you at his words and confusion passed over his face.

“You can't help me, Matt. Not this time.” 

“Why not? What is so wrong that you won't even consider letting me help you?”

You don't even get a chance to consider it, the words just slip out.

“I love you, Matt.” A sound of frustration slips out of his lips.

“I love you too. Now will you please let me help you?”

“You aren't understanding me, Matt. I love you. I'm in love with you. You are my favorite what if.” Matt is speechless in front of you, shock written all over his face. You continue on.

“I have been in love with you since college. But I've always been too scared to say anything for fear of losing you. You wanna know why I'm crying? That's why!”

“Why- why are you telling me this now?”

“Because you asked and I am weak when it comes to you.”

“I'm getting married in two days! What do you want me to do? Cancel on Veronica on her wedding day?”

“Veronica doesn't even know you're Daredevil! How long do you think that relationship, that marriage, is going to last when you can't even be your true self with her!”

“It's my choice not to tell her!”

“Yeah, because you know she'll leave if you do! She doesn't love you, Matt. She loves the carefully curated person you've presented her.” Matt steps back, looking like you slapped him.

“That's not true.”

“It is, and you know it! Veronica is not who you think she is either. Some of the things she's said when we've been out have rubbed me the wrong way.” Matt scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Really? You're going to resort to this?”

“It's true. She talked about making you stop working with Foggy and start working at a big name firm so you could make money. She doesn't understand why you work for the ‘rifraff’ of Hell's Kitchen.” 

“Why would she tell you this and not me?”

“You don't have to believe me, but ask Karen. She heard it too. We both didn't say anything at the time because you seemed really happy with her and because we knew she wouldn't succeed.”

“This is unbelievable. You're supposed to be happy for me!”

“I tried! I really did try! Why do you think I never said anything?!”

“You never should have said anything!”

“You asked!! And I can't exactly lie to you so what did you want me to do?”

“I can't believe this. I can't believe you.” Matt pulled his mask back on and turned towards the window. Fear immediately creeped up your throat and you reached for him.

“Matt, wait-”

“Don't touch me!” You recoiled instantly and your heart shattered. You watched as he climbed out your window and paused outside of it. It looked like he wanted to say something but instead, after a moment, he disappeared. 

Surrounded by the broken pieces of your heart, you fell to your knees and sobbed.

~

Your phone's obnoxious vibrating woke you from your deep slumber. It took a minute to find it and answer it, not even looking at the caller ID.

“‘Lo?” Your voice was hoarse and sounded scratchy and you winced as the events of the night before came rushing back to you. You teared up at the memories but forced them back as the person on the other line started talking.

“Wow, you sound awful! Is that why you aren't here yet?” It was Foggy's cheerful voice on the other end of the line and you were instantly confused. Foggy was obviously referring to the lunch everyone in the bridal and groom party was supposed to be meeting at today but surely after last night, Matt didn't want you there.

“I, uh, don't think it's a good idea for me to come. Matt probably doesn't want me there.”

“What are you talking about, silly goose? Matt's the one who asked me to call you.” Your eyes widened and you froze, at a loss for words. Foggy picked up on it immediately and you heard the background noise dim as he walked away from the others.

“Are you okay? Matt's been kind of weird all day and now you're acting weird. Did something happen between you two? Is everything okay?”

“I- no, Foggy, everything is not okay.” You felt tears start to fall again and sniffled, trying to get yourself together. “We got into a fight last night. Like the worst we've ever had and I- I screwed up, okay?” 

“Hey, hey, it's okay. Whatever you did can't be that bad if he's still asking about you. You wanna tell me what happened?” You hesitated before slowly telling him about the fight from the night before. He was silent the whole time and for a good few minutes afterwards. You winced when he didn't say anything. 

“See? I told you. I screwed everything up and I don't even know why he wants me there.”

“Because he wants his best friends around him when he gets married, whether he's mad at them or not. Honestly, he's probably feeling guilty for forcing an answer out of you.”

“I don't know what to do, Foggy. How can I stand there and watch him do something I know he'll regret?” Foggy was quiet for a moment before he sighed. 

“You and me both. Look, I haven't wanted to say anything because I thought I was the only one having doubts about this relationship. But Matt's made up his mind and you and I both know he can't be convinced otherwise.”

“But Foggy, his religion doesn't exactly condone divorce. What are we supposed to do, just let him marry someone who he's gonna hate in six months?”

“I don't know. But the wedding is tomorrow and they're looking for you and I to both be there. Hang on.” You heard him cover the phone but it still didn't completely muffle his words. You heard someone asking what was taking so long and him telling them he would be right there. The next moment he was back.

“Listen, I can't tell you what to do. I can tell you that if you want me to tell Matt you're sick and can't make it, I will. Or if you want me to tell him you're just running late, I can do that too. Whatever you decide, I support you 100%.”

You sat there and thought about it for a moment before sighing.

“I suppose I can't let my best friend make stupid decisions on his own. Tell him I'll be there soon.”

“Attagirl. You'll be okay, I'll keep you distracted.”

“Thank you, Foggy. You're the best.”

The two of you hung up and you dragged yourself out of bed and over to the closet. You looked at the outfit you had originally planned to wear and put it aside. If you were going to get over Matt, you needed to catch someone else's attention. So you picked out a black dress that still fit the occasion and slipped it on. It fit you perfectly and you forced a smile at yourself in the mirror. With that out of the way, you grabbed your purse and left the house, heading for the brunch spot. You could do this, you told yourself. How bad could it be?

~

If it weren't for Foggy doing his best to distract you, you would've broken down after 5 minutes. Matt barely greeted you when you walked in, something Karen picked up on easily. She shot you a look and you just shrugged before shaking your head and taking your spot next to Foggy. Then it was like every time Veronica laughed at something Matt said or did, you would feel like a knife was in your heart. You wanted that to be you so badly, but it wasn't and you had to accept that. You were lucky Matt hadn't kicked you out of his life after the night before and you counted your blessings where you could. Midway through lunch, you realized you'd caught the eye of a guy across the outdoor space. When he noticed you caught him staring, he winked at you and raised his glass. You forced a smile back and dipped your head in acknowledgement. All the girls cooed, finding it the cutest thing. They urged you to go talk to him and you finally did as they said. But you couldn't help but notice the way Matt white knuckled his cane as you went by.

After exchanging numbers with the guy, you returned to your table. That was when it got really bad.

“What's the matter? Couldn't seal the deal?” Veronica snipped from her spot. You forced a smile and held up your phone. 

“I actually got his number and we agreed to meet up sometime next week.” You said back, a false sugary coating to your voice. Matt cleared his throat and sat up straighter.

“I think it's time we finish up here.” His voice was deep, and you could tell he was pissed off about something but what could it be? You and Foggy shared a look before helping wrap up the last minute preparations. Veronica continued to snip at all of you the whole time and you tried not to snap. The only people she was civil to were her own friends and you, Foggy, and Karen tried not to take it too personally. As lunch finished, you all stood outside the restaurant. Veronica stood with her friends, talking animatedly while the four of you stood back a ways. 

“Thanks for coming out, you guys. I'll see you tomorrow?” The lilt he had on the end of his voice made it sound like a question and he was gazing in your direction so you took a deep breath, forced a grin on your face, and assured him you wouldn't miss it for the world.

“Matt, let's goooo! You can talk to your friends later!” You clenched your fists but let it go as Matt smiled, a forced one if you'd ever seen it, and tapped his way over to her. She took his arm and they made their way down the sidewalk. The three of you waited until they were long gone before any of you spoke. Surprisingly, it was Karen who spoke first.

“Are we really letting this happen?” She asked, biting her lip. 

“I think we kind of have to at this point.” Foggy murmured.

“You guys wanna get drunk at my place?”

There was a resounding yes and the three of you began the trek to the liquor store and then your home. 

Your best friend was marrying someone he shouldn't be, and none of you could do a damn thing about it.

~

“So I just told him the truth! What else was I s'posed to do? He's a human lie detector!” You were explaining to Karen, and Foggy in more detail, what had happened the previous night. They were sympathetic to your plight and it made you feel a little bit better. 

“I can't believe he didn't confess to loving you back.” Foggy slurred out. You immediately whipped your head around to face him, wide eyed.

“What?!”

“Yeah. He's been in love with you for like forever. He only ever dated to keep his mind off of it. No offense Karen.”

“None taken.” She piped up.

“So then why…?”

“I guess he just figured it was time to settle down and neither of you were admitting your feelings to the other so maybe he thought it best if he found someone.”

“That idiot!” Foggy snorted at your outburst and Karen laughed too. “What?”

“You didn't come forth either. This is just as much your fault as it is his.”

Foggy pointed out. You hung your head.

“Yeah, I know.” You sighed. “Let's just get tomorrow over with and hope for the best for our friend. Sound good?”

“Sounds good!”

You bid the two of them farewell and cleaned your space up once they left. You checked your phone before going to bed, seeing a text from the guy at the restaurant. You hesitated before texting back and then putting your phone away. You checked to make sure all of your windows were locked, even the one you kept open for Matt usually. Then you finally laid down. 

Tomorrow, you would get your best friend married and then you would find a way to get over him.

~

“Oh, Matt…” You whispered as you walked up to him. He was dressed to the nines in a fancy tux that was tailored to him and looked amazing. 

“What? Does it look terrible?” He fidgeted with his bowtie, skewing it in the process, and you couldn't help but chuckle. Being around Matt hurt, but you could never deny his presence. You stepped forward and carefully fixed his bowtie back into place.

“You look amazing. Handsome as ever. Veronica is going to go crazy.” You told him. You were standing too close to him, you knew you were, yet you couldn't find it in you to back away.

“Thanks. I'm glad you could make it. Foggy said it sounded like you weren't feeling well yesterday so I was worried.” Ah, so this was his play. Pretend nothing ever happened. Well, you could play that game as well. 

“Yeah, sorry. I woke up feeling rough yesterday cause I didn't get much sleep but I feel better today.” You took a step back and missed the way Matt flinched. You turned from him and looked in the mirror at your dress. It was a simple sheath dress but it was bright pink. All the bridesmaids were in bright colors because of what Veronica wanted and you tried not to cringe at the way it looked on you. Not many people could pull off neon pink and you were certainly no Barbie. But you grinned and bared it because this was what your best friend's future wife wanted. 

“Are you ready? We should take our places in about 15 minutes.” You told him. You heard him take in a sharp breath and it caused you to turn and look at him. Instantly your heart dropped at the look on his face.

“Matt? What's wrong?”

“I can't do this…”

“What? What is it? Are you feeling sick? Should I get Foggy?” 

“I- I'm sorry, I'll be right back.” Matt turned and hurried out of the room. You heard his footsteps, the sound of a door opening, several gasps, his muted voice, followed by a shrieked ‘what did you just say.’ Your eyebrows rose and you heard the sound of a slap which got you moving towards the door. You almost got to it when it was flung open and there stood Matt. His cheek was bright red but he had never looked more proud of himself.

“Matt… what did you do?”

“What I should have done a long time ago.”

“I don't understand, did you just call off your marriage?” 

“Yes, I did.” He said it with such confidence that you could do nothing but gape at him.

“Matthew Murdock it is your wedding day and you called it off?!” You whisper-yelled. 

“Shut up.” He said, starting to walk towards you.

“Excuse me?”

“I said, shut up.” And then he was cupping your face and kissing you and oh, this must be what heaven feels like. He kissed you for several moments before pulling back.

“I have loved you since the first day we spoke. I never should have let myself get caught up in anyone else. You are who I want.” You felt tears well up.

“Matt…”

“Shhh, you don't have to say anything. Just… nod your head if you want to give this a go.” With your forehead pressed to his, he could feel the way you immediately nodded and he grinned. He pulled you in for another kiss.

“Hey, buddy, what's this I hear about a canceled wedding- whoa!”

Matt and you pulled away from each other guiltily and looked towards Foggy who had his hands on his hips. 

“Well it's about time!” 

All of you laughed as Foggy rushed forward and hugged you both close.

“So, does this mean no more evil fiance? Cause I was getting worried, buddy.”

Matt groaned, “Not you too!”

You laughed and smiled. A marriage may have been stopped but you couldn't be happier.

After all, you were in love with your best friend and he loved you too. What more could you ask for?

[itwasthereaminuteago]

Hi, I have a college Matt Murdock x Reader request.

You are a virgin and you have your first time with Matt, he is totally loving and careful but then he loses his self control because of the way you feel, his smell and how you taste and gets rougher which you don't mind because it is the best night you have had.

Hi nonnie, I hope you're still around, I've been holding onto this ask for quite a while and just got round to it yesterday!

Anyway, writing this had me absolutely sweating so I hope you enjoy 😅

Tags/warnings: female reader is a virgin, Matt gets a bit carried away but nothing too crazy. E.

W/C: ~3k

Please reblog and feel free to leave comments if you enjoyed, sharing is caring ❤️

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It's a Friday afternoon after classes like any other. Your roommate has gone home to visit her little sister, and that means you've got a whole weekend to yourself. A weekend that you can spend with Matt. 

You'd always manage to find some quiet place to make out, grabbing every opportunity you could to have him hold you and kiss you giddy.

It's all you'd ever done with him so far, all you'd ever done with anyone if you were completely honest, but you were starting to feel like maybe you wanted something more.

You'd both sit on either his or your bed, depending on whose roommate was in or out. Maybe you'd be chatting away telling each other about your day, then there would be a silent moment before he would lean in and gently press his lips to yours. Sometimes he'd warn you, but most of the time he'd catch you unawares excitedly, with light chaste kisses at first, but then his hand would come up to cradle the side of your jaw and loosely caress around your throat as he deepened it and you let his devilish tongue slide against yours.

And oh, when that happened you felt tingling throughout your body, and a dull throbbing ache between your legs, it felt like you were empty. As if something was missing from inside you. You squeeze your thighs together to try to relieve the feeling, your underwear feeling sticky. You moan softly into his mouth as your kisses grow in intensity, becoming more frenzied and sloppy.

Matt pulls away suddenly, both of you panting hard, just mere inches from each other.

"Is something wrong, are you alright? Do you want to stop?" His concern is adorable and you're grateful for it. Your fingers tangle in the hem of his soft t-shirt as you try to process just what it is you want and how to even answer him.

"N-no, I mean, I don't wanna stop… I-" 

Matt tilts his head as he tunes into your heavy breathing, the rapid heartbeat in your chest, and the riotous thrum of blood rushing between your legs. His thumb gently strokes across your cheek.

"Do you... want to do more?" He tentatively asks. You had been seeing each other for just over two months but he was intent on going at your pace. He didn't want to rush you, even though the taste of you on his tongue made him want to explore every inch of you with it.

You cast your eyes down even though he can't see you. "Matt, I… y'know I've never really done anything more. With anyone before." You start to get up from the bed. "I'm sorry, I know you've probably been with loads of girls and I'm just-"

Matt catches hold of your wrist gently. "Hey, that's more than okay. And I don't think I've got quite the reputation you think I have…" he smiles and it calms you. "We don't have to do anything if you don't want to, I'm more than happy to sit here and just kiss you all day long."

You grin. "I love kissing you Matt, you're so good at it, you don't know how good it makes me feel…"

Matt does but he doesn't let on, just shifts a little closer to you on the bed, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. "It feels good for me too, you're so… soft."

His lips brush your cheekbone and lay a trail of short kisses towards your mouth where he teasingly licks the tip of his tongue along the seam of your lips making you moan out loud.

"Mm, I love it when you do that." He whispers, and you feel that sensation again although it's far stronger than ever before.

Your breathing is shallow and stuttering as your nerves almost get the better of you. 

"Please Matt, I need you to touch me…"

He nods slowly, kissing you again before his voice drops low and you feel the dampness in your panties growing. "Yeah? Where? Show me what you want, what you like."

You close your eyes, almost embarrassed at how needy you are as you take his hand, slowly guiding him up and under your oversized shirt. As he makes contact with the curve of your breast you both react, Matt smiling softly as you let out a small gasp of pleasure as he cups and strokes you through your bra. The scent of your skin is slowly filling up his senses entirely, the strong and sweet smell of your arousal unmistakeable and unavoidable as he rubs his thumb over your hardening nipple and you scootch even closer to him, clambering onto his lap.

As he embraces you and you kiss each other again, your hips start to move of their own accord. You can't help yourself, rubbing yourself firmly against his thigh over and over, chasing the addictive feeling it brings to soothe the burning need at your core. You pant into the crook of his neck as he continues fondling your chest. Matt catches his fingers under your chin, tipping up your face towards his and desperately licking into your mouth. You whimper in frustration, squeezing your thighs around his as you try to chase a feeling of release that seems to be getting further and further away from you.

"Matt please… please."

He shushes you gently, his hands coming to rest lightly on your hips. "Hey it's okay, I'm here. Just tell me what you need."

You open your eyes and finally see the flush of pink dusting his cheeks, the way his lips look so full and biteable from all the kissing you've been doing. You shift in his lap and then apologise as he appears to hiss in discomfort. It's only then that you feel and see the way his cock is hard and straining against his pants. Your hand instinctively moves to palm over it and he lets out a shuddering breath as you stroke him.

"Oh…" is all you can say, the aching emptiness inside unbearable, the slick wetness between your legs growing stronger.

"F-fuck-, sweetheart…" Matt gasps out, rocking his pelvis up into your touch. 

"Matt, I want you to…" as you squeeze your fingers around his covered length he feels so big, and you've never had anything other than a small vibrator inside of you. "I want you to be my first."

Matt's dazed by you but his head is clear enough to be mindful about what this means.

"Sweetie, there's nothing I want more, but only if you're absolutely sure. I don't want to make you feel like you have to do anything you want to." 

"I do want to, I'm sure." You hesitate. "Does it hurt? I've heard sometimes it can hurt, and it's just… you're so big, and I don't know if it will fit."

Matt kisses you softly. "If it hurts, you're doing it wrong. Don't worry, I know you're nervous, I am too. We'll take it real slow."

"Y-you're nervous? Why?" 

"Because I want you to have the best time, I want to make sure you feel good!"

You wrap your arms around him in a hug. "I trust you Matty."

Matt smiles and kisses your cheek as he tugs gently at your shirt. "Can I take this off?" 

You nod and raise your arms as he carefully pulls it up and over your head, and then peels his own shirt off before dipping down to pepper kisses along your collarbone and the warm plush skin of your breasts.

You hum with growing excitement, your hands reaching for him and exploring over the dark hair on his chest, following the tempting trail down his belly to the waistband of his jeans. 

"Can I?" You ask, fingertips tapping at his belt buckle. He nods and gets up to undo it, but first he fishes his wallet from his pocket, taking out a foil wrapper and putting it to one side before he pushes his jeans and socks off leaving him in black boxer shorts. You reach behind you to unhook your bra, dropping it on the floor and then shimmying out of your own pants before you sit back on the bed. 

You take a steadying breath. "Okay, I think I'm ready."

Matt smiles as he leans towards you, catching your upper lip between his as his hand skims up along your side. He guides you to lay back on your bed, and you shiver and moan as he sucks and kisses at a spot just under your ear that seems to connect directly to your pussy.

Your hands fumble for him, roaming experimentally over his body, sliding down to feel and grab his perfect ass as he encourages you to hike your knees up and spread your legs wide. You jolt at first at the sensitive touch of his fingertips along your inner thigh, but then you feel that throbbing urge return as he teases his way ever closer to your panties. 

"Oh, Matt…"

He listens in to your thrumming pulse again, checking that you're comfortable before he amps his teasing up a notch, stroking a finger down the middle of your clothed pussy with a featherlight touch.

Your legs shake and you fight to not clamp them together. It's the first time a guy has ever seen you in your underwear nevermind touched you like this and you feel so exposed, but Matt is taking his time just like he promised and the soft, sure movement of his fingers on your most sensitive parts has you yearning for more.

Matt can sense the fresh flood of arousal leaking from you and has to rub his palm down over his angry cock trying to stave off the primal urge to push inside you right now. He presses his fingers more firmly against your mound, running his fingers up and down until you're soaked through and begging for more.

He tugs gently at the elastic of your underwear as he asks you if he can take them off and you nod so vigorously it makes you dizzy.

"Just try to relax, any time you feel uncomfortable or you want to stop please tell me, okay?"

"Yes Matty, I will." You watch and feel his hand sliding up your inner thigh and then he's touching your bare pussy lips, easing his fingers between them to where you feel slippery and slick.

"So wet…" His low almost growling tone sets you on fire.

"Ohh, oh…" your head tilts back and you can't help your eyes close as Matt slowly draws his fingers over you, gathering up your arousal and spreading it messily all over. 

"Is this okay?" He asks, and you answer with a long, high moan. His fingers feel so much better than your own, and if that's just his fingers, what must his cock feel like? Your body jumps like you've touched a live wire when the pad of his forefinger moves to glide over the small bundle of nerves at the apex of your pussy. This was what you needed, direct stimulation to your clit. 

Matt hums and chuckles as you lift your hips up to chase his touch. 

"Feels good?"

You laugh and moan at the same time. "Matt, you don't know, oh wow you don't know!"

He continues to rub slow circles around your throbbing bud and you arch off the bed again with a gasp.

"Mm, I think I can imagine." He positions himself over you on all fours and you feel him sliding his finger lower and lower, tentatively pressing near your entrance. You gasp, biting your lip and unable to stop trembling at the anticipation. His lips brush the skin of your neck again and he tugs at your earlobe, his voice pouring into you like honey.

"You're so beautiful sweetheart, so sexy, I want to make you feel amazing… can I fuck you with my fingers? Will you let me do that, pretty girl?"

Your legs fall open wider at his filthy praise and he takes the invitation to slowly and gently push a finger inside your warmth. Your breath comes out in a stutter and you pull him closer, as he starts to slowly fuck you with it, eventually adding another as you begin to relax more. You blush at the sound it makes, the slick squelching as he slides his fingers in and out and you start to clench around them. His dick throbs, leaking into the fabric of his boxers. "Baby, that's it, such a good girl you're doing so well. Do you think you're ready for me?"

When he withdraws his fingers you scrabble at the waistband of his underwear in answer, urging him to take them off. You just want him, need him, need to feel him inside you completely. "Please!"

The way you beg for him is like a red rag to a bull. When he pulls his boxers off and his cock springs up slapping against his stomach you reach for him. He could almost cum like this as you wrap your warm, delicate fingers around his length feeling the soft, velvety skin for the first time.

He feels around on the bed for the condom wrapper and carefully rips it open. You watch as he checks it's the right way before rolling it on, mesmerised as he takes himself in his hand, pumping his cock a few times before he positions himself over you again. He slides the tip between your folds, coating it in your lubricant before lining up and starting to press in slowly.

His full lips meet yours, sharing breath as you open for him. It feels like you're being stretched impossibly wide as he nudges the thick head of his cock barely inside. You're holding your breath, he can't fit, he can't possibly-

You're so tight and hot and the halted whimper that you make has Matt twitching with arousal, but he pauses.

"You okay?" 

You nod wide eyed, trying your best to relax, torn between the need to feel full of him and the uncertainty. Matt's got you though, caressing your body, slipping his hand down between you to circle your clit again. The focused touch pulls your mind away from the initial discomfort and you very quickly find your body relaxing and you cry out at the sensation as he pushes into you.

"That's my good girl," he purrs, as slowly, inch by thick inch his gorgeous cock is buried entirely within you. You think nothing could feel better until he asks if you're ready for him to move and then the slow drag of him against your inner walls has you howling.

You can feel him grinning into your skin, murmuring endless encouragement, compliments and praise as he moves slow and steady with you. He urges you to lift up your legs to wrap around his hips, and the change in angle punches an ecstatic cry from you as his cock hits somewhere deep inside that you've never felt before. 

You're driving Matt crazy. You're literally all around him, he's drowning in your delicious scent, his ears burning as you sound so innocent and pure with the desperate little moans he pushes from you. And the feel of you? It's almost too much. If he's honest he's struggling to hold himself back, you're so plush, soft, tight and wet…

He can't take it, he needs to let the devil out.

"Sweetheart, god you feel so good. Can I go f-faster?" 

The please god let me fuck you till you scream is left unspoken.

You hold him closer in your arms feeling his full body shiver as your pussy squeezes around him. "Uhuh, yes!"

At your affirmation he's a caged beast set free. He suddenly snaps his hips, thrusting in and out of you hard and fast. Matt's losing all his restraint, he can't help himself between the sinful sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room, the rhythmic creaking of your dorm room bed and your short breathless gasps…

"Matty, oh god…" 

You can feel it coming, the knot in your belly getting tighter and tighter. He feels it too, driving deep into you chasing after it like he might never feel this way again, his fingers reaching between you once more this time sloppy and imprecise. It doesn't matter, your eyes almost roll back in your skull, your silken walls start to flutter around him.

Fuck fuck fuck.

"Matt! Oh Matt it feels so good- I-I think I'm gonna come!"

"Fuck, come for me sweetheart, let me feel you… oh god please- fucking come for me now!"

He ruts into you desperately with fast, shallow strokes feeling your cunt almost strangle his cock as you fall apart around him. Your mouth drops open as you reach your peak, crying out as Matt groans long and low, filling the condom with his spend at the same moment. His hips stutter then slow, your own orgasm continuing to draw gorgeous moans from your pretty lips as your aftershocks keep on milking him for all he has.

You feel like you've been dunked in a huge tank of warm honey. Your bones have melted. Your brain has melted. You can't think, can't talk.

Breathless and sated, Matt's careful but you still yelp when he pulls out. He blearily ties off the condom and collapses down next to you, reaching for your face and kissing your cheek sweetly as you both fight to get your breathing under control again.

"Are you okay? I'm so sorry sweetheart, you just felt so damn good I just couldn't- oh god please forgive me…I didn't mean to-"

You rake your fingers through his hair, pushing the sweaty strands out of his face. 

"Oh Matt, why on earth are you apologising?! That… that was amazing! I've never felt that way before, it was so- oh god, I don't even know how to describe it!"

You laugh and he smiles, relieved, starting to laugh with you as you hold him close still buzzing from your lovemaking.

"So… do you think you might want to do it again sometime?" Matt smirks at you and you nod with a contented sigh.

"Hmm, I think I just might!"

[friesforfriday]

A real first kiss (Matt Murdock x F!Reader / College AU)

Summary: You tell Matt no one has ever kissed you out of love. He makes sure to correct that.

Wordcount: 2.5K ish

Warnings/Tags: No use of y/n, reader uses she/her pronouns (no physical descriptions aside from that), college AU, Matt and reader are both in law school, some angst, something that could be read as dissociation (reader feels disconnected to an experience), reader is not straight? (no sexual orientation specified but there's an interaction that is not heterosexual / only kissing tho), comfort at the end (bc I am a sucker for happy endings lol)

A/N: This was oddly personal, and while it’s a little short it was very therapeutic to write. Pretty much wanted to do something that related to being a late bloomer (like I have been my whole life) plus some fluff (: Please take into account that this wasn't proof read and that English isn't my first language; if you happen to see any mistakes, do let me know so I can fix them. Hope you enjoy this!

For most people, their first kiss was usually a memory of their early teenage years, maybe even a childhood one. You could recall the stories your friends have told you. For some it was born out of sunny days during summer camp where connections were born after swimming in a lake all afternoon, quickly followed by laughter scattered into open fields or forests between games of capture the flag. That turned into late-night conversations, sneaking out from each other’s cabin after curfew to meet under the starry sky. 

Or perhaps for some it started out as a hallway crush. The kind that you would reveal only to your closest friends, and you all hid under silly codenames. If you locked eyes during free period, it stirred up giggling. And guess what?It turned out they’d been watching you all along. After gathering all your courage, a study date would turn into something more once your knuckles brushed accidentally.

The list could go and on, their stories all very innocent and sweet, most likely a terrible kisses, but nevertheless worth remembering.

If you added to that all the romantic books you’d read, movies, and what not, there were plenty more stories you could think of, from childhood friends turned to high school sweethearts or plenty about games of truth or dare or spin the bottle. Reality or fiction, first kisses tended to be meaningless beyond their experience value, with the rare exception of those who actually found love through them.

Throughout the years, you had patiently waited for your turn. You didn’t have many expectations of how it would actually happen, you just held on for the moment to finally occur. How difficult could it be? It literally seemed to happen to everyone around you. So you just waited, surely things would flow naturally, right?

Middle school rolled by, which was fine. A lot of people need more time to grow into themselves, it would eventually happen, you were sure. Maybe it wasn’t going to be one of those awkward extended pecks that your friends said seemed to last forever. They insisted it was for the best, no one really knows what they’re doing when they still haven’t even fully hit puberty. If you had your first kiss a little later in life, there was a higher chance it wasn’t going to be completely awful. You could deal with that; high school was supposed to be a more exciting chance to expand your circle. 

Boy were you wrong.

By this point, it was possible that maybe you had watched too many rom-coms or read one too many romance novels. You’re sure now that it helped in no way to ease your expectations. Seriously how difficult could it be? You saw it all. Your best friends got into relationships, went on dates, celebrated anniversaries, and had their hearts broken, only to survive them and start all over again. Kids in your classes, the kind to never speak their minds, suddenly grew into themselves and found their people too. 

During lunchtime, couples sat next to each other, holding hands in the cafeteria. Field trips meant seeing impromptu make-out sessions in the back of the school bus. Your friends received proposals for homecoming and eventually proms; always happy to invite you to come along when you didn’t receive any. At the occasional party you did attend, corners turned into your safe spot as you watched as others were approached. Not once did anyone come to strike up a conversation, to casually sweep you off your feet. It only led you to wonder if you were doing something, anything, wrong.

Love seemed to be everywhere, just never in your life.

You’d be lying to say it didn’t hurt your self-esteem. How come it hadn’t happened to you? Were you really that unattractive or uninteresting or whatever it was for no one to be interested in you? Your friends, or anyone who found out, always assured you saying you weren’t the problem, but the evidence seemed to point elsewhere. 

You manages to endure a little longer. After your high school graduation, the prospect of college lifted you spirits. With all the people that attended such a big school, you’d be sure to meet new people or at least get your mind off it.

It was even worse. Nothing could’ve prepared you for the embarrassment inexperience brought upon you. At some point you just started to lie your way through games of never have I ever; because let’s face it, admitting to a dozen strangers that you’ve never even held hands romantically wasn’t how you pictured spending your Friday and Saturday evenings. And that wasn’t even the worst part. Opening bathroom doors to couples straight up fucking or having to leave your dorm when your roommate brought a date every other week made you feel majority behind.

After spending your freshman year sulking, you decided it had been enough. At this point, you knew you were a late bloomer, but c’mon, those “the right person will find you when you least expect it” pep talks were starting to feel like bullshit. For fucks sake, it didn’t even matter anymore if they actually liked you, you just wanted to get it over with.

Matters were taken into your own hands on a Saturday night. The crowded spaces did you no favors to appease your social anxiety. As you walked around, room after room was filled to the brim with strangers, your friends nowhere to be found. The floor of the frat house they had dragged you to remained particularly sticky everywhere you went, especially in the kitchen where you had stopped to refill the red plastic cup in your hands.

As you poured rum into your half full glass of coke, a familiar voice called your name from across the room, “Oh my God, is that really you?”

And so, greetings were exchanged, as well as short debriefings of what you’d been up to since graduating. For all the time you’d been at Columbia, that was the first time you’d run into someone from your hometown.

Soon enough you were sitting in a half-empty deck, laughing and reminiscing about middle school. The green eyes that looked at you weren’t full of love or lust, but had a strange tinge of nostalgia. If you were being honest, it was one of those old friendships that stood had faded into nothing more than an acquaintance, and you suddenly knew you had an opportunity laid at your feet.

In all honesty, you could’ve gone simply with catching up and then left to look for one of your friends. Looking at him, you recalled all the times you joked around in Literature class or the times his parents gave you a ride home before you inevitably grew apart in high school. There was no spark when your knees brushed in the small sofa you were sitting in; but there was no discomfort either, so against your better judgement you decided to go for it.

By all means, it was a good kiss, at least that’s how you remember it now. At the time, there wasn’t anything else to compare it to, but none of the complaints you’d heard before happened. There wasn’t any unnecessary clash of teeth, it didn’t feel like he was shoving his tongue down your throat, he kept his hands safely and softly cupping your cheeks and neck. According to all the standards of all of your friends, this was an A+ experience.

By the time you were heading back to your dorm, you found yourself finally able to check having your first kiss off your bucket list. A sudden feeling of pride ran through your body as you walked through campus. Finally.

Unfortunately, though, after you’d washed your face and were sharing the news over the phone with your best friend, you realized that while everything had seemingly gone smoothly, you still felt the odd knot inside your chest. Like nothing had really changed. It was hard to put into words, how your body had felt out of its own, like you were playing a character as your lips met his, or maybe it was just your mind playing tricks on you. Because for some reason, you hadn’t really felt there when it happened. It just sort of seemed to occur.

“You’re kidding, right?” Matt’s said flat out, although you knew his deadpan tone was just for show.

Letting out a giggle you said, “Why would I lie about that?”

“That jerk was your first kiss?”

“He wasn’t a jerk, we were friends in mid-” you tried to defend the choices of you past self between bursts of laughter, but he didn’t let you continue. His sour expression growing by the second.

“He’s a conservative bigot, a Republican-governor-wannabe, how is he not–”

“He wasn’t back then!” Raising your tone, you barely held it in before your laughter burst out again at the same time Matt’s did, because yeah he was right – that dude did end up becoming a jerk. Except it didn’t really matter because you were never actually into him, and you can’t blame yourself for who your middle school classmates end up becoming.

“But he is now.”

You both kept laughing, shoulders brushing as you sat on the bed on his side of the dorm room. Foggy had ditched you both for tonight, opting out of your usual weekend hangout in favor of a date with someone called Marci, or so he’d said.

“Okay, okay, fiiiine, I’ll give you that,” you said in your defense, lightly shoving his shoulder with your own. “It doesn’t matter anyway. I didn’t actually like him.”

“Wait…” Matt said scrunching his nose in disbelief, his laughter slowly dying down, his face dead serious for real this time. “What are you talking about, why'd you kiss him then?”

With his face suddenly turned in your direction, you felt a your cheeks grow warm. “I guess… I just wanted to get it over with.”

An apologetic smile was what he offered in return, with no real judgment behind it. “Well, it should’ve been more special ... silly as it may be, you know... not just anyone.”

His words stop you in your tracks for a split second, a bittersweet feeling creeping up your chest. You’d never actually considered it, but in the years that had passed since that night, you didn’t recall that any other single kiss you’d received had actually been born from real love or any true feelings at all. 

There was that one time you hit it off with someone at a friend’s birthday. The light conversation between the colorful lights had you blushing more than usual. Their body was warm against yours when their lips were pressed to your own. The taste of their lip balm was sweet, almost sugary on your tongue, but it was all a spur-of-the-moment situation. While, unlike the first time, where you’d felt disconnected from your body, this time you’d actually enjoyed it. There was a warm feeling, maybe happiness, but definitely not affection and surely not love.

Then there were some other guys, whom you had very much liked. They listened to you and talked eagerly with you every time you bumped into each other, yet never actually asked you out. They flirted with you or had their friends act as their wingmen to eventually end up making out with you during random parties, but never – you realized – not one single time had anyone ever been interested in you affectionately, with tenderness or sincerity.

As if on cue, as if he could somehow sense what you were thinking, Matt broke the sudden silence that had grown in the room. “I didn’t mean to overstep I–”

You shook your head, breaking free from your thoughts, “No, no, I just… I don’t think I’ve ever had a…” Your voice quieted down before you could finish the sentence. While you weren’t ashamed of any of your experiences anymore, you couldn’t quite seem to get rid of the lingering pain that followed all of them.

“A real connection?”

Your eyes darted up to look at Matt; red glasses were shielding his eyes from yours, but did not cover the furrow of concern between his brows. It wasn’t a secret to Matt that you’d never been in a relationship. You’d told him at some point, during one of the many late-night conversations you enjoyed having. He’d found it hard to believe, truly, how anyone would pass on the chance of earning your trust. The thing was, anyone willing to pass on your endless compassion, your particular sense of humor, the softness of your skin, or the brilliance of your mind was a jackass, and he sure as hell wasn’t one.

He’d known you all of law school, at least all year and a half you’d both taken of it, although to him it might as well be a lifetime because he couldn’t quite picture a time when he didn’t recognize the sound of your heartbeat by memory. Right from the day you sat next to him in the Civil Procedures course, it took him no time to think of an excuse to talk to you, ignoring Foggy – who was also sitting next to him – to ask you if you’d care to study together someday.

Here and now, your very same heartbeat thumped loudly mere inches away from him. The opportunity he had once longed for.

“C’mon man, you gotta tell her at some point” was what Foggy had told him a few hours prior, before he’d left you two alone on purpose. “She obviously likes you, for real. It’s time.”

“I don’t know, Foggy. I don’t want to pressure her, what if she doesn’t want to be anything more than friends? I–”

“Oh my God, Matt! Are you being serious?” He said in a mock tone, “You don’t want to pressure her? She has completely memorized the way you take your tea and somehow prepares it perfectly in the shitty dining hall microwave. She genuinely prefers spending every Saturday night holed up in our dorm or out at Josie’s or pretty much anywhere just to sit next to you. She literally looks at you with stars in her eyes.”

Chuckling, Matt did his best to play coy, “Well, I can’t know about that last part–”

“You know what I mean. You have to tell her, tonight.” Foggy insisted as he made his way out of the dorm room; he pointed his finger at Matt before he fully headed out, “God forbids you actually pursue something that might make you happy. I’ll be over at Marci’s, don’t wait up for me…”

So yeah, Matt knew what he had to do. “I think I’d like to object to that… if that’s okay with you.”

At your silence– aside from the way your heartbeat continued to pick up – he proceeded, “You don’t really think there isn’t a single soul who’d honestly care for you, do you?”

His hand slowly moved from where it rested atop his lap. His knuckles gently brushed your knee and grazed your hand, guiding themselves with the line of your arm all the way up until they reached your shoulder. A small smile grew on your face and quickly turned into laughter. “Matt, are you serious?”

“I’m sorry it took me this long to tell you.” In a second, he mirrored your laughter, nodding his head. He felt the warmth of your fingers cover his other hand. “Is it okay if I– can I kiss you?”

If you recalled correctly, no one had ever asked you that, in all of your lifetime. Surely, for you, this was a first of its kind.

As soon as you said yes, dexterous fingers slid around your waist, gently coaxing you towards him, before taking off his glasses. Your body didn’t resist complying, the warmth of Matt’s chest as inviting as the feeling of his heartbeat against yours, your legs at ease around his own. 

The stubble across his neck gently brushed against your fingers, a tingling sensation that almost sent shivers down your spine. This close, there was no escaping the soft smell of soap and cinnamon from his skin or the way his breath fanned across your face. Warmth grew inside your chest as you felt the soft brush of his lips on yours, almost melting together. It was slow and languid, much like honey trickling down your tongue. You were sure it could be just as sweet too, a kind of feeling you had never felt before. 

A feeling you guessed was reciprocated if the rumble that reverberated through Matt’s throat was anything to go by. He couldn’t tell why he had waited so long to do this; all of his excuses gone the second the softest skin of your mouth met his. As far as he knew, he could stay with you like this for hours. He didn’t want to pressure you– not even when your breathing got a little faster or when your lips parted oh-so-gently to let him seek out your taste– but this much he could do.

The only reason he found to pull back was to ask you, catching his breath and brushing his thumb over your lower lip, “Does this mean I can take you out tomorrow night? We can do this properly.”

You smiled to yourself, “Only if you kiss me like that again.”

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Falling For the Devil [Part seventy-four: "The Boy's Night at Josie's"]

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Summary: Matt and Foggy celebrate a win at Josie’s, though their celebration for the firm quickly turns to the pair celebrating something else.

Or You finally meet Drunk Matt.

[Series of one-shots about Reader meeting, falling for, and dating Matt Murdock.]

Warnings: 18+ for this series; contains humor, fluff, romance, angst, smut (like...a lot of it later in the series), language, some violence

Word Count: 4.8k

a/n: One of my favorite installments! You get sweet Matt and some saucy, flirty drunk Matt in this one! You can find the entire list of installments available on tumblr here. And if you're enjoying this series, I always appreciate the feedback! Only four more installments left for me to transfer over from AO3 until tumblr is all caught up!

“Oh my God , you should have seen Cantrell’s face during your closing argument!” Foggy gushed excitedly, slapping his hands onto the table. “You could see the exact moment she knew she’d lost the jury. It was like the light just– poof –went right out of her eyes, man!”

Matt chuckled as he nodded, drawing the bottle of beer to his lips for a drink. “Ahh, well. I can certainly envision it with your descriptions.” He paused, taking a pull off the bottle and swallowing the beer down. “You’ve been giving me quite the detailed breakdown about it since we sat down about ten minutes ago.”

“Sorry man, you’re right,” Foggy relented, picking up his own bottle of beer and drawing it to his mouth. “I just got really excited. That was a huge win and it felt damn good.”

“That it did, Fog,” Matt agreed.

Foggy swallowed his drink before shifting in his seat, leaning his elbows onto the table. “I just wish Karen could have come out to celebrate with us tonight,” he said softly. “Feels weird with her not being here after a big win.”

“Well you know she had a date, right?” Matt pointed out.

“Yeah, I know,” he answered. “And I’m happy for her. She seems to like that guy. It just feels weird without her at Josie’s, you know?” he said with a shrug.

“Is Marci coming out?” Matt asked.

Foggy shook his head as he sighed. “Nah, she’s got her own big case coming up. Said she wanted to run over a few notes tonight before she went to bed. What about your girl? She coming out?”

Matt couldn’t help the wide smile that slid across his face as he focused on the table, his fingers drumming along his beer bottle. His girl. God he loved the sound of that. It never got old hearing Foggy call you that. 

“No,” he answered. “She was finishing getting something ready for work for later next week with a co-worker.”

“The one who’s obsessed with your ass?” Foggy questioned.

Matt nodded, laughing lightly. “Yeah, that’d be the one,” he replied. 

“Huh,” Foggy said. “Guess it’s a boy’s night. Just you and I. We haven’t had one of those in awhile.”

Matt grinned at Foggy beside him. “I don’t think we’ve called it that since college, Fog,” he told him. 

“Oh, well, if you want to have one of those nights,” Foggy replied, his tone turning a little mischievous, “we might need to drink a little more. Maybe do some shots.” He reached out, lightly slapping Matt’s arm. “What do you say, buddy?”

Matt paused, giving it some thought. You were supposed to be staying over at his place tonight but you still had that spare key to let yourself in. And you already knew he was coming home later after having drinks with Foggy. He ran a hand over his mouth, contemplating if you’d mind him coming back a bit later being slightly more buzzed than usual. You probably wouldn’t, just as long as he didn’t let Fog go too crazy with the shots.

“Alright,” Matt conceded, though he quickly cut off Foggy’s excited cheer to add, “but I’m not getting drunk tonight.”

Matt could feel the playful grin Foggy was shooting him from across the table. After a moment he relented, unable to fight the smile on his face in return.

“The future Mrs. Murdock staying over tonight?” Foggy asked curiously. 

“She is, yes,” Matt said. “She’s still got–”

“AH HA !” Foggy exclaimed.

His excited shout interrupted Matt, his lips still parted from having been cut off mid-sentence. Matt felt the shift of air as Foggy pointed a firm finger right at his chest, the triumphant smile on Foggy’s mouth very apparent to him before his friend barreled on. 

“I knew it, man! I knew it!” Foggy roared.

Matt’s brows furrowed, his head tilting to the side. “Knew what?” he asked.

“You want to marry her!” Foggy replied excitedly. “You didn’t deny it just now–that she’s the future Mrs. Murdock! Holy shit, we need to celebrate!”

“Whoa, hey, hold on there,” Matt quickly said, holding up a hand.

Foggy spun in his seat, facing Matt fully as he straightened in his chair. “Tell me I’m wrong,” Foggy demanded. “Tell me you don’t want to marry her, Matt. Go on.”

“Well, I…” Matt began, his voice slowly trailing off.

He couldn’t tell Foggy that because it wasn’t remotely true. He’d told his mother just a couple of weeks ago that very truth, that he so badly wanted to marry you. And he did want that. To permanently be able to call you his girl–his wife –until his dying breath. To spend the rest of his days with you by his side. He wanted to always hear the way you proudly called him yours in return. 

Foggy sucked in a sharp breath, the sound drawing Matt back from his thoughts.

“Holy shit, man,” Foggy breathed out, clapping a hand on Matt’s shoulder. “You’re like there there, aren’t you?"

Matt's eyes narrowed curiously behind his glasses at Foggy beside him. "What does that even mean?" he asked.

"Like you're close to picking out a ring and getting down on one knee?" he replied. "Figuring out ways to propose? Thinking about planning a wedding? Actually marrying her?”

Matt drew the beer bottle up to his lips, taking a drink as he let what Foggy said settle in his mind. Was he there there already? He certainly wanted to have you move in first and get settled but…he did have a proposal idea already planned. And he had set aside money for potentially buying an engagement ring soon.

"Yeah, Fog," Matt answered slowly. "I guess I am."

Foggy flung himself forward, wrapping Matt in a hug that took him off guard and almost knocked him out of his seat. Matt was laughing as he hugged his friend back while simultaneously trying to set his beer down without spilling it.

"This is cause for celebration!" Foggy told him. "I never thought you would finally let someone get close enough for you to want to marry them!”

Matt shrugged as Foggy released him from his enthusiastic embrace. He couldn’t fight the smile that lingered on his lips at the thought of you being there every time he came home from work, the store, running around the streets as Daredevil. Everything. 

“I never thought I could ,” Matt admitted. “But somehow…I keep finding myself only ever wanting her closer.”

Matt could feel the way Foggy’s heart jumped in his chest as the muscles in his face pulled into an even larger smile at his words. He was genuinely thrilled for Matt, it was obvious.

“I'm happy for you, man," Foggy told him. “Really. You deserve to be happy–and to let yourself be happy.”

"Thanks, Fog," Matt said, the bright smile still on his own face.

Foggy slipped out of his seat beside Matt, clapping a hand to his shoulder yet again. Matt could feel his best friend’s excitement steadily growing.

 "We're doing shots," Foggy stated. "This is monumental and we need to properly celebrate it."

“Fog–”

“No!” Foggy said, holding up a hand and quieting his friend. “No, we’re celebrating. Matt Murdock is no longer a bachelor!”

Matt chuckled, shaking his head. “I’m not married yet, Fog,” he pointed out.

“Key word being yet , buddy,” Foggy replied, shooting Matt a wink. He turned over his shoulder, facing the bar. “Josie!” Foggy called out. “Josie, pour us something strong! My man is in love and we need to properly commemorate the night he finally admitted it!”

“Just now realizing it, Murdock?” Josie sassed back from behind the bar. “‘Bout goddamn time, you did.”

“Amen to that!” Foggy shouted.

_______

You groaned as you sat on Matt's couch, your laptop in your lap. Slamming your finger on the backspace button, you watched as the words you'd just written slowly disappeared. Ellison had finally given you something real to work on and for some reason the words just felt like they kept coming out wrong. 

You ran your hands through your hair in frustration as you stared at the blank screen once again. Why was this so hard to start? 

A loud ringing cut through the silence of Matt's apartment and you startled on the couch. Eyes dropping to the time on your laptop, you were shocked to see it was nearing ten at night. Matt usually would have come back from Josie’s by now.

Frowning, you set your laptop on the cushion beside you as you reached forward and grabbed your ringing phone from off the coffee table. You frowned further when you saw it was Foggy. Was something wrong? 

"Foggy? What's up? Did something happen?" you asked immediately upon answering the call. 

His boisterous voice greeted you with your name and your brows drew up onto your forehead instantly. He'd slurred your name. He was drunk. Did that mean Matt was, too? You'd never seen him drunk before.

"Nothing is wrong, I swear," Foggy told you. "But we may have gone a little too far with the alcohol tonight. Matt might need some help."

You turned on the couch, closing your laptop. "Help? What kind of help?" you asked.

"Getting up to his apartment–"

"Tell her I love her!"

You grinned when you heard Matt's drunken voice in the background cutting Foggy off. He definitely sounded as if he’d had a bit more to drink than usual.

"He says he loves you," Foggy continued. "But he's–he's blind and drunk, y'know? You think you can help?"

"Yeah, I can. Where are you guys?" you asked. "Still at Josie’s?"

"We're uh–" Foggy paused, his voice muffled as he appeared to be talking to a taxi driver. 

The phone shuffled loudly and your eyes narrowed at the sound. And then you heard Matt on Foggy’s phone a second later.

"Sweetheart, I love you," Matt said.

Laughing, you rose to your feet and made your way towards the entryway hall. "I love you, too, Matty," you told him. 

Bending down, you grabbed your shoes from under the bench where they sat next to Matt’s gym shoes. He sighed loudly on the line, the sound a contented one as you cradled the phone on your shoulder. You settled on the bench and began pulling your shoes on.

"You have the most beautiful voice," Matt continued on. "The voice of–of an angel. Never heard a voice so beautiful, sweetheart."

You felt your cheeks heat at the compliment. "That might be a little bit of an exaggeration–"

" No ," Matt cut you off firmly. "It's not, it's the God's honest truth, sweetie. You–you have–"

"Matt! That's my phone!"

Throwing a hand over your mouth, you tried to stifle your laugh behind it as you heard a drunk Foggy reprimanding a drunk Matt for stealing his phone. There was more shuffling along the line before Foggy was back on the phone. During their brief scuffle you’d gotten up and began making your way out of Matt’s apartment and towards the elevators.

“We’re pulling up to Matt’s building in a moment,” Foggy informed you. “Y’think you can come down and help our boy find his way?”

“Already at the elevator, Fog,” you told him. “I’ll be outside in a minute. Do you think you can both stay out of trouble until then?”

“Pshh, of course!” Foggy exclaimed. “Who do you think you’re talking to?”

“Fog, Fog tell her she has a beautiful voice.”

Biting your lip, you fought back your laughter yet again at Matt’s drunk voice in the background. As you stepped onto the elevator, pushing the button for the main floor, you realized drunk Matt was probably going to be a handful tonight. What sort of a handful still remained to be seen.

“Well, you both did get drunk,” you pointed out, hearing Matt’s insistent muffled voice in the background. “So I mean, not really the best judgment call there. Not to mention, well, Matt’s alter ego.”

“We’ll be fine ,” Foggy assured you. “Taxi just pulled up and–no, Matt, you tell her that! That’s vastly too much information!”

Your cheeks flamed as the elevator doors opened, not entirely sure you wanted to know what drunk Matt was spewing to Foggy in that taxi. Hurrying through the lobby, you made it out the front of the building and immediately spotted the taxi parked outside. Foggy and Matt were still drunkenly arguing with each other so you hung up, slipping your phone into your sweatpants pocket. 

Reaching the taxi, you sent the driver an apologetic smile before you knocked on the back window. Foggy jumped in his seat, his head whipping in your direction. When he realized it was you, he smiled wide and opened the door–which hit you in the thigh before you could step back and you grimaced.

“Sorry, sorry!” Foggy quickly apologized.

“It’s fine, Fog,” you told him, a hand rubbing your thigh.

He slid out of the back of the taxi, Matt quickly following behind him. Reaching out, you grasped onto Matt’s wrist as he rose to his feet, directing his hand to your arm. But his other hand quickly landed on your hip as Matt stepped fully into you, his nose nuzzling right into your neck.

“I missed you,” he whispered.

Shifting awkwardly, you tried to peer around Matt at Foggy. He was leaning up against the open taxi door as if he needed it to support his weight.

“You going to be okay making it back home, Fog?” you asked.

He waved a dismissive hand at you in return. “I’ll be fine,” he answered. “You going to be able to get him upstairs on your own?”

“Yeah,” you replied. “Seems like he can stand on his own just fine so it won’t be so– Matt! ” 

His hand had slid down your hip and into your sweatpants, palming your ass over your underwear. You felt his mouth draw into a smile against your neck. Foggy pulled a face when he saw what Matt was doing, his hand raising as he sent a quick wave.

“This is where I bid you both goodnight and good luck,” he told you.

“Get home safe!” you called out to him, your hand reaching around to pull Matt’s out of your pants. “Matt, hey, we’re literally on the sidewalk! Hands to yourself!”

“Can’t help myself,” Matt murmured, his hand residing on your lower back, just above the waistband of your sweatpants. “Smell like peaches. And sex.”

You pulled a face, glancing at what you could see of him from where he’d burrowed into your neck. “I smell like what ?” you asked him incredulously.

“Shampoo,” he mumbled against your skin. “Pheromones. Smell really good. And I love your ass,” he told you. “Not afraid to tell you. Or touch it.”

His fingers slipped into the back of your sweatpants again. Your right hand darted around, catching his wrist quickly and pulling his hand back out. 

“Okay, how about we get you back upstairs to your apartment, hmm?” you told him quickly. 

He sent you a devilish grin as he pulled away from your neck, his brows raising suggestively onto his forehead. “Trying to get me alone, sweetheart?” he teased.

You rolled your eyes, stepping back from him and guiding him back towards his building. “Trying to get you back up to your apartment before you do something too crazy,” you corrected.

Thankfully Matt followed you through the lobby willingly and without much stumbling as you led him back towards the elevators. You pushed the call button and the doors to one of the elevators instantly opened. Guiding Matt inside, you pushed the button for his floor before you felt him release your arm to instead wrap his around your waist, drawing you into him. 

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he whispered, lowering his forehead to your shoulder. “I love you, you know that?”

Glancing down at him, you smiled at the sight of him relaxed along your shoulder, his eyes closed. You reached a hand up, carding your fingers through his hair. He hummed happily in response, a smile tugging at his lips.

“I love you, too, Matt,” you told him. 

Gradually you felt his hand lowering on your waist until it was openly groping your ass over your sweatpants. You shot him a pointed look in return, noticing the little smirk on his mouth.

“Matt,” you chided.

“What?” he asked innocently, his hand still kneading your ass.

“Hands to yourself,” you reminded him.

He groaned, his hand sliding back up to your hip just as the elevator doors opened. You led the pair of you back down the hallway to his apartment, Matt clinging to the back of you as you both walked. Opening his door, the two of you entered and Matt wasted no time slipping his dress shoes off of his feet with a sigh.

“Let me get my shoes off,” you told him, slipping them off of your feet, “and I’ll help you to the couch before I get you water.”

Bending down, you grabbed both yours and Matt’s shoes before turning and tucking them under the bench. Before you had a chance to straighten, you felt both of Matt’s large, warm palms on your ass once again openly feeling you up over your sweatpants. 

“Can I help you?” you asked over your shoulder.

His covered gaze slid towards your face, his bottom lip slipping back between his teeth. Matt nodded in response, a rumble vibrating in his chest. Rolling your eyes, you stood back up and did your best to ignore the way that look had just affected you.

“Matt, baby, you’re drunk,” you informed him, turning around as his hands fell to his sides. “We’re not doing anything tonight.”

Matt’s head tilted to the side, his covered gaze still on you as his mouth pulled up into a smirk. “I can tell you want me, sweetheart. Your body doesn’t lie.”

His hands both landed on your hips again, pulling you abruptly into him. A gasp of surprise fell out of you as he lowered his forehead to yours. You could smell the faint bit of beer on his breath as he nuzzled his nose into yours. 

“I just want to feel you tonight,” he murmured. “Just want to love you, that’s all.” 

Breath coming in shallower, you were finding it harder and harder to hold firm with what he was saying to you. If he hadn’t been drunk you’d have been tearing your own clothes off by now.

“Not–not tonight,” you stammered out.

“Just want to make you feel good, sweet girl,” he whispered, his hands snaking their way back down to your ass and pressing your hips against his solid body. “Want to take care of you. Always want to take care of you.”

You licked your lips, trying hard to control yourself, especially as Matt’s own hips ground forward into you. Trying to keep your eyes from fluttering shut at the feel of him, you exhaled a deep breath and tried to stay calm and collected. As good as that all really sounded, you weren’t going to have sex with Matt when he was this drunk. It didn’t feel right. 

“Not tonight, baby,” you whispered back. 

His mouth lowered beside your ear, his lips brushing the skin and raising goosebumps along your arms as he spoke. “I always take care of my girl,” he purred. “Always take real good care of you, sweet girl.” His mouth lowered, planting a lingering kiss along your neck. “You know I do,” he said against your skin, a shiver running down your spine. “Let me take care of you tonight.”

“Not when you’ve drank so much,” you replied, voice wavering. It took everything inside of you to step back out of his hold instead of grinding back up into him. “Let’s get you to the couch. I’ll get you some water.”

He expelled a deep sigh, his hands stopping their groping of your ass. Matt let you grab his hand and lead him down the entryway hall and towards his couch. He plopped down onto it before you headed into his kitchen, grabbing a glass and filling it with water. You made your way back to him on the couch, offering the glass out to him. It took a few tries for him to find the glass, something you found curious and assumed was due to the alcohol affecting his senses. Once he’d grabbed a hold of it, he drew it to his mouth and downed it quickly. You accepted the empty cup from him and set it on the coffee table behind you. When you turned back around, you eyed his disheveled work clothes.

“How about I help you get ready for bed?” you offered. “Sound good?”

He shot you a cheeky smile from the couch. “That depends,” he answered. “What are we doing in bed?”

“Sleeping, Matt,” you said firmly. Bending over, you grabbed onto his hands and tugged at them from his place on the couch. “Come on drunk devil, let’s get you to bed.”

With a groan he rose back up to his feet, following after you to the bedroom. You flipped on the light as you entered before turning and focusing on Matt. Taking off his glasses, you reached over to set them on the top of the nearby dresser. And then your hands worked swiftly, beginning to undo his tie as he stood there, swaying slightly on his feet as he stared down at you. Gradually you felt your cheeks heating up under his gaze.

When you’d undone his tie, you pulled it out from under his shirt collar before tossing that along his nearby dresser. Next, you focused on the task of undoing each of the little buttons of his dress shirt. Hands reaching up, you began slowly slipping each button through the hole, trying to ignore the bare skin of his slowly revealing itself to you. When you’d managed to unbutton the first three, Matt’s hands slid up the length of your forearms until they were gently holding your wrists as you worked. Biting your lip, you tried very hard to ignore your growing arousal.

“You’re incredible,” he whispered, breaking the silence.

You snorted, shaking your head as you continued unbuttoning his shirt. “And you’re drunk,” you replied.

“No, I’m serious,” he pressed. “You’re so smart. And funny. So kind-hearted. You’re–you’re too good for me. Much too good for me.”

Eyes darting up to his face, you frowned as your hands briefly halted halfway down his shirt. “Stop that, Matt,” you warned. 

He shook his head quickly. “Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he murmured. “I’m far too selfish to want to give you up now.”

Sighing, you continued on your task of finishing unbuttoning his shirt. You tried to work quickly, aware of the way his thumbs were stroking the backs of your hands and what his touch was doing to you and your body. When you’d finally gotten the last one undone, you reached up, your hands sliding the soft fabric down off his broad shoulders until he was left bare from the waist up before you. You were about to turn and set his shirt on the dresser until his hands tightened on your forearms and held you still.

“I love you,” he said.

You paused, your gaze catching on the sight of something intense burning behind his eyes as he’d said that. For a moment you stood there, enraptured by whatever it was just sitting behind the surface, as if that ‘I love you’ meant something more than that. 

“I love you, too,” you whispered back.

His head tilting to the side, something softer overtook the features of his face. His lips parted slightly, the corners of them gently curving upwards as his brows rose just a fraction while he fondly stared back at you. Heart rate accelerating, you gripped his shirt tighter in your hands, bunching the material. Why was he looking at you like that? 

He took a step towards you, closing the distance. His right hand made a slow journey up your arm, leaving a trail of heat behind that had your jaw tightening, until he was cupping your cheek. He carefully tilted your face up towards his, his sightless eyes almost desperately trying to meet your own.

“What if,” he began softly, his thumb stroking your cheek, “I wanted to keep you for always?”

Sucking in a sharp breath, you froze. Was he implying what you thought he was implying with that? There was no way though…right? You two weren’t even living together yet, there was no way he was thinking about marriage right now. He was just drunk. Wasn’t he?

You swallowed hard, trying to control your voice and keep it from trembling as you spoke. “Then you’ll have me for always, Matty,” you whispered. “Not a number far enough away from one, right?”

His eyelids slowly lowered, a gradual smile making its way across his lips. He looked content, peaceful. Happy. As if you’d somehow said the exact right thing to him. 

“Baby,” you whispered, “we should get you to bed. You’re probably not going to be feeling too good in the morning.”

Matt’s eyes opened, landing on you for a long moment before he eventually nodded. He released his hold on your face, stepping back and undoing the button and zipper of his dress pants as you set aside his shirt. You watched as he slipped his pants down his legs, your hands darting out to help steady him as he did. You certainly caught sight of the slight bulge in his dark boxers and immediately had to look away. The knowledge of him being aroused definitely was not helping you right now.

When he was in nothing but his boxers, you helped guide him around the bed and over towards his side. You pulled the sheets back as he climbed in before you tugged them back up, covering him and smiling as he snuggled up into his pillow.

“You’re coming to bed, too, right?” he asked.

“Yes,” you answered, making your way back to the lightswitch. “I’m just getting the light and I’ll join you.”

Flipping off the light and sliding his bedroom door shut, you cautiously made your way back to his bed in the near pitch black. For a brief moment you considered undressing down to your underwear but then quickly thought better of it. That would probably only encourage more groping and sexual advances.

You climbed onto the bed and got comfortable, adjusting the sheets on you before you turned, facing Matt. He was scooting his way towards you along the mattress, a hand searching for you. He hummed contentedly when he found your hip, giving it a gentle squeeze that brought another smile to your mouth.

“Sweetheart?” he asked tentatively through the dark.

“Hmm?” you answered.

There was a brief moment of hesitation before he spoke. 

“Will you at least kiss me?” he asked.

“Of course, Matty,” you replied, raising up onto an elbow.

Your right hand landed on his chest, making its way up his warm, bare skin until you found his chin. Taking a moment, you leaned forward and found his lips with your own. His hand on your hip tightened, drawing you closer into him as he kissed you back. Despite Matt’s inebriation, there was a level of intensity in his kiss that you weren’t expecting, some strong feelings of his washing up with each soft, slow connection of his mouth on yours. It was almost dizzying, so much so that you eventually had to force yourself to pull away and remember that he was drunk and this couldn’t lead to anything more.

“I love you,” Matt murmured, his voice laced with exhaustion. “Can never say it enough.”

You swallowed hard, settling back down onto your pillow beside him. “I love you, too, Matt,” you whispered back. “You should really get some sleep though.”

He shifted a little, holding you even closer to his body. Silence fell over the pair of you for a few minutes. You’d have thought he’d fallen asleep if he hadn’t eventually broken the quiet with a whispered plea.

“Please never leave me.”

You curled up closer to him, feeling his body heat envelope you under the silk sheets. “I’m not going anywhere,” you promised him. “I’m staying right here with you, Matty.”

Matt hummed out a tired, contented noise in response, his head shifting along the pillow for a moment before you felt him brush his lips against your forehead. Your eyes closed, a smile spreading across your mouth. And then gradually you both fell asleep.

[swan-of-sunrise]

The Angel of Hell's Kitchen

Summary: The office assistant for Nelson, Murdock & Page worries when her secret passion is discovered by her coworkers, but the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen shows her how much she’s loved for who she is.

Pairing: Matt Murdock X Reader, Franklin ‘Foggy’ Nelson X Marci Stahl

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings/Disclaimers: None

A/N: I’m excited to share this one-shot with you because it’s my first time writing for Matt Murdock! Thank you so much for reading, I hope you all enjoy!

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“Past due…past due…ah, a first notice!” Foggy glanced up from the stack of letters in his hands and grinned. “It’s always nice to have some variety, isn’t it?”

“Things’ll start looking up for us soon, Foggy,” (Y/N) promised, her happy mood unaffected by her friend and employer’s typical over-worrying; as the one and only office assistant of Nelson, Murdock & Page, she was allowed to indulge in her personal love of organizing and that morning, she was hard at work manually in-putting their next three weeks of appointments, consultations and court dates into their online calendar. “‘Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow. They toil not, neither do they spin-’”

“‘And I say unto you that even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.’” (Y/N) looked up in surprise as Matt finished quoting the Bible verse, his brows rising in surprise over the rims of his red-tinted glasses. “Matthew 6:28. I never knew you were Catholic, Miss (Y/L/N).”

She chuckled. “I’m sorry to disappoint you, Counselor Murdock, but I’m just a simple theatre nerd. It’s a verse used in the play Lilies of the Field, based off that 1960’s film starring Sidney Poitier. I played one of the nuns back when I was a sophomore in college; the habit was pretty uncomfortable to wear and my German accent was atrocious, but it was still a fun experience.”

“A fellow thespian!” Foggy exclaimed and Matt grinned widely. “I’m a theatre camp alumnus myself, and my performance in Pirates of Penzance is the stuff of legend. But this stays between us, okay? I don’t need it getting around Hell’s Kitchen that Counselor Nelson’s a reformed song and dance man.”

“Well, your secret’s safe with us, Jazz Hands.” Matt removed his fingers from his refreshable braille display and did a decent impression of the dance move, making (Y/N) burst into giggles and his own smirk to widen at the sound. “Is performing onstage something you only did in college?”

“Yeah, I mostly did it during school but I still dabble in it from time to time; a lot of people I went to college with are up-and-coming directors and when they stage productions for potential investors or theatre owners, they give me a call to see if I’ll do them a favor and perform. They get a reliable cast member that knows how to follow stage directions, and I occasionally get to do something that I really enjoy.”

The lawyer shrugged a shoulder. “Sounds like a win-win to me.” It didn’t escape her notice that Matt’s attention was entirely focused on her while she talked and judging by the look on his face, he was truly interested in what she had to say; her face warmed and for a brief moment, she thought that he caught her involuntary reaction before inwardly rolling her eyes at her paranoia. “Have you performed in any shows recently?”

(Y/N) nodded and across the long wooden table, Foggy helpfully called out, “She just nodded, buddy.”

“O-Oh, my God, Matt, I’m so sorry, I just-” She stopped herself when she spotted Matt’s amused grin. “You really get a kick out of people making complete asses of themselves around you, don’t you, Counselor Murdock?”

“I think I’ll plead the fifth on that one, Miss (Y/L/N).” They both chuckled and (Y/N)’s heartbeat quickened when he reached over to rest his hand on hers. “Seriously, though, no harm done.”

Smiling to herself, she twisted her hand around to give his a gentle squeeze, distracted for a moment by his handsome features before recalling what they’d been discussing. “I’m, um, I’m actually in rehearsals for a show right now. One of my old classmates is staging a production of A Midsummer Night’s Dream at an old theatre on West 42nd, set to her own original songs inspired by 90’s Punk-Pop; it’s a pretty different take on the classic play, that’s for sure, but it’s been a really fun time so far.”

“I’m glad that you’ve been enjoying yourself.” Matt withdrew his hand from hers to gesture in Foggy’s vague direction. “You’ll have to tell us when it opens so we can come and support you and your friend.”

(Y/N)’s heart dropped in her chest. “Oh, it’s not really that big of a deal-”

“Of course it is! Our wickedly-talented office assistant is starring in a production that might end up on Broadway someday,” Foggy insisted with a grin. “If we see it now, we’ll actually be able to afford the tickets without selling off a kidney first!”

“As usual, Foggy makes an excellent point.” A smiling Matt chimed in. “Personally, I look forward to hearing you sing; you have such a pleasant speaking voice, so I’m sure that you’re a naturally-gifted singer as well.”

Despite her discomfort, (Y/N) felt herself flush at the lawyer’s sweet compliment but she was careful not to let him distract her. “Really, guys, it’s nothing serious; it’s only three performances, the theatre’s got a bad draft and there may or may not be rats living in the walls. Besides, I’m the one who’s in charge of your calendar and the three of you are practically booked up to your eyeballs next month.” She abruptly stood and crossed the room to grab her coat and scarf, a forced smile on her face as she quickly donned the garments. “I’ve gotta go mail some letters and pick up the Bulletin, so I'll see you guys later!”

She hurried out of the back room of Nelson’s Meats before either of them could reply and didn’t release the breath she’d purposefully been holding until she made it outside the shop. It wasn’t that she didn’t want her friends and colleagues to know about her passion for theatre, but she preferred to avoid their inevitable disinterest and the unavoidable heartbreak she’d suffer as a result. Not that I’m not already used to this particular brand of heartbreak, she thought with a small sniffle, blinking away the prickle of tears in her eyes before starting down the bustling sidewalk.

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The door closed behind (Y/N) and across the table, Matt heard Foggy sigh and toss the mail he’d been sorting through onto the tabletop. “She was lying just now, wasn’t she?”

Matt bit his lip and nodded. “Yeah, she was. She didn’t look embarrassed, did she?”

“No, no, but she almost looked panicked at the thought of us going to see her perform.” The chair legs slid across the wood floor as Foggy stood up and began to pace beside the table. “And towards the end there, right when she was putting on her coat and scarf, it looked like she was about to-”

“Cry,” Matt finished for his best friend, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms over his chest. “Yeah, I heard her sniffle and smelled the tears right when she stepped outside the shop.”

“Show-off. It’s like she wants us to see her perform but at the same time, she doesn’t. Weird, huh?”

While they both pondered the strange behavior of their friend and office assistant, Matt couldn’t help but think back to her enchanting laughter and the way her heartbeat elevated when he rested his hand on hers; her skin was soft beneath his fingertips and for one blissful moment, he could imagine moving his hand to cup her cheek and leaning forward to capture her lips in a slow and passionate kiss. His crush on their firm’s sweet office assistant had only grown in the six months she’d been with them, but he held himself back from fully indulging in them out of fear of overstepping his boundaries; he was technically one of her bosses and after the near-disastrous relationship breakdown between him and Karen, he was more than a little wary of entering into yet another office romance. But thanks to his heightened senses, he was starting to suspect that she had some feelings of her own that she was doing her best to bury for the sake of their workplace environment.

Matt had slipped his earbud back in and resumed going over court documents on his braille display when their law firm’s third partner walked into the backroom of Nelson’s Meats, balancing a to-go beverage tray in one hand and a stack of manila envelopes in the crook of her arm. “I motion that Foggy handles the drink orders from here on out.”

Matt chuckled. “I second the motion.”

“Hey, we all voted on a rotational schedule fair and square,” Foggy defended as he stood and took the drinks from Karen’s hands. “It’s not my fault that drink orders coincided with your case researching, Miss Page.”

“And yet, it somehow still feels like it is, Counselor Nelson.” Karen set her armful of full envelopes onto one of the empty chairs and practically collapsed onto another, sighing in relief when she slipped off her high-heels and took a long drink of her coffee. “Did either of you boys happen to upset (Y/N) today? I bumped into her on the way here and she looked a little bummed out, but I couldn’t figure out why.”

“We noticed that, too. One minute we were talking and having a good time, and the next she was practically sprinting to get out of here. She was telling us about the show she was set to star in for an old friend, but she started to panic when we mentioned coming to see her perform,” Matt explained, pausing his text-to-speech software and angling his head to the side as an idea came to mind. “Karen, could you do me a favor? Can you do a little digging and find out which theatre on West 42nd is putting on a production of A Midsummer Night’s Dream next month?”

“There’s no need; I already know which theatre you’re talking about. It’s Pearl Theatre, 555 West 42nd Street, and the show’s scheduled to run from April 8th to the 11th.” Foggy whistled low and Matt’s brow shot up in surprise. “There’s a flyer posted at the coffee shop, and I always take a look at the bulletin while I wait for our order.”

Matt could sense Foggy holding in his laughter as he replied, “See, isn’t it a good thing you’re the one who goes and gets the coffee the most?” Ignoring the middle finger that their partner threw up at him, Foggy stretched his arm out and nudged Matt’s hand with the edge of one of his case files. “I can tell that something’s going on inside that ridiculously good-looking head of yours, so spill.”

“Well, I was thinking it’s about time that Nelson, Murdock & Page take their first corporate outing in honor of their hard-working office assistant,” He replied with a growing smile. “Who’s in?”

He could hear Karen tap her coffee against his in a subtle toast before taking a sip. “Why the hell not? I’ll work on getting us tickets when they go on sale.”

“I’ll get Marci to help me pick out a nice congratulatory bottle of wine-”

“And I’ll be in charge of getting her a bouquet of flowers.” Matt leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest. “And remember, not a word of this to (Y/N), okay?” His business partners assured him that they’d keep quiet and as the three of them began planning their surprise, he hoped that his suspicions about the root of their lovely office assistant’s conflicted feelings would be forgotten the moment she spotted them in the audience.

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“Curtains up in five, people!”

“Thank you, five!”

The green room bustled with anxious energy as performers frantically finished getting ready and nervous techies checked that each person’s mic was properly secured. (Y/N) watched the chaos unfolding from her stool in the corner, sipping her lemon and honey tea and smiling to herself as she was reminded of her first few years of performing; she’d always been an anxious mess on an opening night but now that she was older, she was able to do a much better job of hiding it beneath a façade of confidence.

“Like chickens with their heads cut off, huh?”

(Y/N) chuckled as Marcus, the man acting opposite of her Titania as the Fairy King Oberyn, leaned a shoulder on the wall next to her. “I heard that some of their acting professors are in the audience and they can be quite the ball-busters when it comes to adapting Shakespeare.”

“Poor kids. Must be why I just caught one Googling a Wiccan good-luck spell in the bathroom, but I didn’t have the heart to tell him that it was a Power of Three spell from Charmed.” After another reminder of the impending start of the show, Marcus took a moment to adjust his suspender while she tossed out her to-go cup and slipped her high heels on. “I’m surprised you’re not as jittery as the rest of our cast tonight, seeing as your friends are in the audience.”

Her head instantly shot up and her eyes widened in shock. “What?”

“Yeah, there’s four of ‘em; two men and two women, and one of the men is blind. They were the first ones seated when the house opened, and one of the women’s been describing the stage and sets to the blind guy. The front-of-house manager heard ‘em mention your name while she helped seat them.”

Marcus was soon called away for a last-minute mic-pack battery check and (Y/N) was left speechless by his surprising news; how the hell did they even find out about all this, she asked herself with a mixture of awe and wariness, a little unsure of how to handle the unexpected turn of events. A spur-of-the-moment decision led her to climbing the steep staircase up to the theatre’s proscenium lighting crawlspace, and she peered through the wire-covered opening at the audience down below. Sure enough, Matt, Karen, Foggy and his fiancée Marci were seated in the center row; the happy couple were excitedly perusing the show’s program together while Karen talked to Matt, and (Y/N)’s heart thudded in her chest when she spotted the beautiful bouquet of wildflowers resting on his lap. As she watched, Matt angled his head upwards and his lips curved into a smile, the action nearly making her wonder if he somehow knew that she was there, but she quickly brushed the impossible thought away.

Although a part of (Y/N) still couldn’t quite believe what she was seeing, tears began to prickle in her eyes. She couldn’t remember the last time anyone had come to see her perform or shown any interest whatsoever in her passion for theatre and as she carefully made her way back down the steep staircase, she vowed that she’d give her friends and her secret crush the performance of a lifetime.

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“Okay, ‘kay, one last toast before we head home so I can hurl all this up before passing out!” The group winced and groaned in disgust at Foggy’s bluntness but raised their bottles and glasses as he addressed (Y/N). “Thanks to you, I was able to witness the epically-unholy union of Shakespeare and 90’s Punk-Pop, and now my life is complete.” Marci loudly cleared her throat and they all snickered as Foggy quickly corrected himself for his amused fiancée’s sake. “Almost, it’s almost complete. Anyways, you were fantastic and while I don’t always understand theatre in my older age, I sure as hell respect the people who do. To (Y/N), our amazing office assistant and an even cooler thespian!”

“To (Y/N)!” They loudly tapped and clinked their drinks against one another before downing the last of their alcohol. After the show, they’d all gone to meet (Y/N) at the stage door and after gifting her a bouquet of flowers and a nice bottle of wine, they invited her to join them at Josie’s for a nightcap; one drink turned into many, many more, with their group even clearing out the celebratory bottle of wine, and they’d only decided to call it a night when (Y/N) reminded them that she had another night’s performance and a Sunday matinee to rest up for.

Matt could sense the blood rushing to (Y/N)’s cheeks and grinned when she ducked her head in embarrassment. “All I can say is thank you. I’ve never had…well, I’m not used to performing for friends, so I really can’t thank you guys enough for finding a way to be there tonight.” Matt detected the slight catch in her voice before the others applauded her, and a part of him knew that there was something more significant behind it than gratitude, but he decided that he’d wait until they were alone to ask her about it.

When their drinks were finally gone and even Josie’s patience with them was starting to wear thin, they all stumbled out of the bar and headed home; Karen decided to share a cab with Foggy and Marci while Matt offered to walk (Y/N) home. He opted to hold the hand she generously offered him instead of unfolding his white cane, smiling to himself as they swung their joined hands back and forth while they slowly walked down the deserted sidewalks and desperately trying to hide the smitten blush that threatened to appear on his inebriated face.

“While you were in the bathroom, Karen mentioned that you were the one in charge of getting the flowers.”

“Yep,” Matt replied, popping the ‘p’ at the end of the word and chuckling at her giggle. “Picked ‘em out all by myself; the florist tried talking me into buying roses, but these ones smelled much nicer to me.”

(Y/N) brought the bouquet up to her nose and inhaled their scent. “You made a good call, Counselor Murdock. I’ve always preferred the scent of flowers over the look of ‘em, and I’ve always thought that roses are far too cliché.”

“Well, I’m glad that you approve of my decision, Miss (Y/L/N).” He could sense the blood rushing to her face and hear the stutter of her heartbeat, and it took every ounce of his self-control not to stop walking and lean in for a kiss. “Do you mind if I ask you a question?”

“You just did, but I suppose I’ll be okay with another one.”

Shaking his head at her silly answer, Matt bumped his shoulder against hers and gave her hand a gentle squeeze. “Why were you so dead-set against us seeing you perform? You’re an amazing actor and an even better singer, so I don’t really get why you wouldn’t want any of us coming to see you do something you so obviously love.”

“Oh. Well, um…” (Y/N) swallowed thickly while Matt patiently waited for her to answer. “I’ve performed almost all my life, and certainly for as long as I can remember. But the older I got, the less my friends and family seemed interested in supporting my hobby; coming to see me perform was more of a chore to them than an honor. The first time I got to play a lead in high school, I saw my dad asleep in his seat and my friends texting in the back of the auditorium. My junior year boyfriend missed my first Shakespearian monologue because he snuck out to go watch our school’s basketball game. Everyone I invited to my last high school musical made excuses for why they couldn’t come to any of the performances, and I missed our entire cast party because I was crying my eyes out in a Denny’s bathroom. Performing all throughout college was the highlight of my life, but I didn’t have anyone to share it with because by that point, I knew that asking anyone to come would only lead to unnecessary heartache. So when I saw you guys sitting smack-dab in the middle of the audience, I-I just…I couldn’t believe that you not only remembered a conversation from over a month ago, but you all took time out of your busy schedules just to come tonight.” Her hand tightened around his and her voice waivered as she added, “No one’s ever been that considerate to me.”

Matt’s heart nearly shattered at the hurt he could detect in her words and without a second thought, he stopped walking and let go of her hand to gently cradle her face between his own. “(Y/N), you deserve to have people around you who care about your interests. They’re a reflection of who you are, after all. All those people – your friends, your family, even that asshole boyfriend – they should be kicking themselves in the asses right now; they let an angel slip right through their fingers because they were too self-absorbed to appreciate her the way she deserved to be appreciated.”

“Do you…? You really mean that, don’t you?”

With a small smile, Matt reached down for her free hand and held it flat against his chest, directly over his heart. “I’m a good Catholic boy, remember? When we call people angels, we tend to mean it.” She exhaled a quiet laugh, and his thumb caressed the warm apple of her cheek as he sensed she had something she wanted to say. “What is it, angel?”

(Y/N)’s heart hammered away in her chest at his use of the pet name and after a long pause, she softly asked, “Do good Catholic boys generally give angels a celebratory kiss at the end of one of the happiest nights of their life?”

Matt nervously wet his lips in anticipation. “Only when angels ask them nicely.”

“Please, Matt…will you kiss me?”

He slowly leaned in – taking a moment to appreciate the sound of her quickening heartbeat, the feel of her warmth beneath his palm and the floral scent that engulfed his senses – and with gentle restraint, he finally brushed his lips against hers in the sweetest of kisses. It started out soft and undemanding, with the both of them attempting to respect the other’s boundaries, but it quickly devolved into a heated embrace when (Y/N)’s fingers curled around his tie and tugged him closer. He let out a deep groan at the sensation and she smiled against his lips as he wrapped an arm around her waist to hold her against him.

While the Devil and the Angel of Hell’s Kitchen kissed on a deserted sidewalk in the middle of the city they both cherished, a familiar Shakespearian line would come to mind…

“Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is wing’d Cupid painted blind…”

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A/N: A lot of this was based on my own personal experience growing up as a theatre kid and if anyone out there can relate to this, just know that your people are out there and when you find ‘em, I promise that they’ll love you for exactly who you are 💖 Thank you all so much for reading and commenting, and I hope you enjoyed my first attempt at writing Matt Murdock!

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[thelovelylolly]

reader who during the frank case is really sad and lonely but won’t say anything to matt because she knows it’s his job but soon she finds out electria is back and that matt’s been blowing her off for that too

but with a happy ending if that’s possible?

Second Place

Summary : Your boyfriend has been busy, but now you think he's just purposely blowing you off and you've finally had enough. Warnings : mentions of canon typical violence, angst with happy ending Notes : i love me some angst with a happy ending so thank you for this request! i hope you enjoy :)

You were laying down on Matt's couch, waiting for him to get home after his Daredevil activities. You usually wouldn't stay up for him, you knew he would wake you up when he got back, but you had to talk to him. You needed to clear things up, and you didn't want to put it off again.

When Frank Castle started showing up around Hell's Kitchen, that's when Matt started to distant himself. It wasn't much, but you noticed it. Once he started on Frank's trial, you brushed everything off as him being busy with legal things.

Then Elektra showed up.

Matt had vaguely talked about his college ex, but when she showed up, she became his priority. You wanted to brush it off, you wanted to ignore it, but you couldn't.

Everything escalated close to, what you'd later found out, Elektra's death. Matt wouldn't come home, he wouldn't answer your calls. If he did come home, it would be to get patched up or sleep. You kept trying to bring your feelings of being ignored and set aside up, but he just brushed it off. You stopped making excuses for him.

You heard the door to the roof open and you sat up, readying yourself to confront him. You got up and walked over the stair case. Matt took off his Daredevil mask and gloves, his head tilting to his side. He was listening for you.

"Matt, can...can we talk?"

"Yeah, what is it, sweetheart?" He replied, walking down the stairs.

"Do you still want to be with me?"

Matt stopped on the last step. "What? What do you mean?"

"It's just...you've been ignoring me for a while now. At first, I got it. You were busy with Frank and I didn't want to get in the way. But now Elektra's back and you're never here. You threw away your career, your friends, and me all for Daredevil. I tried to understand, I really did, but it's gotten to the point where I barely see you or hear from you. Do you know how hard it is going to sleep not knowing if you're alive or dead?"

"Sweetheart-"

"Just please, tell me if you still want me here because I don't want to stay if you don't. I'm tired of this, of feeling like second place to everything in your life."

Matt sighed, stepping closer to you and tossing his mask and gloves onto the couch. His hands carefully held yours and you looked up at him.

"I'm sorry you feel like this. I know what I do hurts people around me, no matter how much I try to fix that, it happens. I never wanted to hurt you or ignore you. You...you mean everything to me, even if I don't show it. I wish I could say that I'll be here more, but things are getting messy and I can't promise you that. But I love you, I can promise you that."

You blinked away the tears that had formed before pulling Matt into a tight hug. You leaned your head on his shoulder, feeling his arms holding you a close as possible.

"Just...promise me you'll come home to me. That's all I want. With everything going on, I don't know what I'd do without you," you said quietly, your voice heavy with emotion.

"I promise, sweetheart."

[malfoys-demigod]

Could you do and angst to fluff with older johnny where he has a fight with reader and this he's to older and not good enough to her but she proves him wrong ?

Proving Johnny Wrong - Johnny Lawrence (CK) x Reader Part 1/2

A/N: Hope you enjoy! I wanna base the extra character on Matt Bomer since I LOVE him right now!

You were only dating Johnny for a few months now. To you, it was the most wonderful thing that has happened to you. He was starting to become a best friend to you, as the chemistry between you was off the charts. Everything was perfect for you. Age didn’t matter to you. So what if he was maybe twenty years older than you? You were distanced and away from family, friends, and anyone who could’ve brought your happiness down.

To Johnny, he was still a little bit insecure about the age gap. That was his biggest problem. You two were very much in love with each other, but Johnny always had the nightmare of him being a pit stop to your actual dream man, who was your age and who could be with you for a longer time on this earth. He still questions why you’d want to be with someone older than you. You could’ve been with someone your age and someone with less wrinkles and more chiseled abs.

Tonight, Johnny was going to be tested.

Your high school flame, Ken, was back in town. You two were also close of friends, so you two saw each other more as friends than old lovers who dated for a silly few months.

Johnny never really heard much about Ken except that he was your first love before and how he decided to leave Encino on good terms with you before going off to college.

He brushed that information off before, assuming he’d never have to meet the guy. But here he was, driving the both of you to meet him in the restaurant you planned on having dinner in.

“So, this Ken guy, what does this guy do?” Johnny asked

“I don’t know,” you reply, “Last time I talked to him, he was thinking about going into med school. Now that he’s graduated and all, he’s probably somewhere in the medical department.”

“Huh, smart cookie.”

“Yeah, you’ll love him!” you encouraged Johnny, “He’s the funniest and he’s definitely gonna make you laugh all night.”

“Let’s see about that,” Johnny muttered, knowing he’d probably look like a fool if your generational pop culture differences hit on night. He was an 80s kid while you were a 90s kid. Ten years is a whole difference, especially when Johnny’s mind still lived in the 80’s.

—

Once you entered the restaurant, you heard a voice call out for your name.

“Y/N/N! If it isn’t you!”

You eyes travelled to the other end of the restaurant, looking at Ken, who seemed to have really aged well. He stood up from his chair and opened his arms out.

“Oh my god, Ken-doll!” you teased his old nickname, which got Johnny feel tense already.

You ran up to him, hugging him tightly.

“Hey you!” he said, “How I missed you! You haven’t aged a bit, hun.” He noted, checking you out funnily. He then noticed your date, who was just staring at him with serious eyes. “Oh, you must be the boyfriend, hi, Ken,” he said, extending his hand to Johnny.

“Hey,” Johnny said, “Johnny Lawrence.” He gripped onto Ken firmly, with an icy tone.

“Well, let’s sit!” Ken recommends, motioning the two of you to follow him to the table.

Johnny holds your hand for reassurance as the two of you follow Ken, making you look at him with sincere, happy smiles.

As the two of you sit, Ken begins to ask the big question, “So, how long have you been dating!”

You smile, excited to share with your friend your relationship with Johnny.

“A couple months already! It’s been really fun with Johnny.”

“I’m really glad to hear that,” Ken says, “Y/N is an absolute treasure.”

Johnny huffed, “As if I don’t know that,” he said sarcastically in a rude tone.

At first you didn’t mind it, maybe he was just pulling out one cold joke, but little did you know it would get worse and worse.

“Uh yeah, but you know Johnny’s really great too,” you add, “He owns a dojo and teaches kids karate!”

“Aw that’s cute!” Ken notes, which Johnny huffs again at.

“Karate isn’t cute. It’s a lifestyle, where you get to be badass and kick ass all the damn time. It shaped my kids from wimps to feared teenagers. It’s life changing.”

You shot Johnny a quick angry look and looked back at Ken, who didn’t know how to reply to Johnny.

“So Ken, all I know is you graduated from Stanford doing premed! You a doctor now?” you asked willingly

“Yeah! Neurosurgeon at North Hollywood!”

“Omg you’re not that far from here! Why didn’t you tell me sooner! I thought you’d be somewhere around Stanford still!”

“Sorry Y/N/N, was too busy being McDreamy,” Ken teased, which you giggled. Johnny narrowed his eyes, not knowing the reference.

“What the hell is a McDreamy?”

“Grey’s Anatomy?” Ken asked politely?

“Patrick Dempsey? Cmon Johnny we watched some Patrick Dempsey together before!” you say.

Johnny shrugged, still not getting it. You laughed it off, looking back at Ken, “Sorry, 80s man here,” which made Johnny upset, “Have you met your Meredith Grey yet?”

“Mm nope, haven’t met anyone since you,” he shyly admitted, as he started to show pink swatches on his cheeks.

“Aw, Ken!” you laughed, which got Johnny creating a tight fist under the table, “I-“

You couldn’t even explain how flattered you were because Johnny rose up from the table abruptly and said, “Excuse me.”

Johnny’s eyes were anywhere but near yours as he quickly made his way outside of the restaurant. You apologized to Ken with a sad look on your face and followed your boyfriend outside.

You saw Johnny get inside his car, but before he could leave you pounded on the door.

“Johnny! What the hell!” you yell in confusion

Johnny still didn’t look at you. He was facing the steering wheel. “I can’t do this, Y/N.”

“What the fuck do you mean, John?!” There was already a struggle in your throat as if you were about to cry.

“Why didn’t things work out between you and your Ken-doll?”

“Oh cmon, Johnny! Seriously?”

Johnny stayed silent, eagerly waiting for a reply.

You groaned, rolling your eyes. “I guess cause he had to go to school far away from me. We would rather be friends than try long distance, fail, and become strangers!”

“If he stayed, do you think you would’ve been married to him by now and maybe have kids with him?”

You were baffled by this question, “Johnny you are getting ridiculous. What are you getting at?”

“Oh cmon, Y/N! He’s your age, he’s successful, handsome, and everything I’m not! Can’t you fucking read the room? You shouldn’t be with me, I’m old, unsuccessful, wrinkly, and fucked up!”

“Johnny-“

“Look,” he said, now looking at you with saddened eyes, “Tell him I wasn’t feeling well, okay? I can’t do this anymore. Good night, Y/N. Have a good dinner with McDreamy.”

And with that, Johnny backed up his car and drove off from you, leaving you, shattered. It was so in the moment for you that you didn’t even have the feelings to cry because everything was just so fresh and surreal in the worst way possible.

You didn’t even have to catch Ken up to speed as he slowly walked towards you, noticing the whole thing unravel as he didn’t want to leave you alone all depressed.

“Hey,” he said, getting you to turn around. You started to tear up and mumble some sounds. “Hey, hey, come here,” he said, welcoming you into his arms again. “He’ll come around eventually. He’d be too insane to lose you just like that, buddy.”

“Can you take me home?” you asked, getting the words together this time.

“Of course, Y/N.”

The second and last part is to follow… what are your thoughts so far!

[soulofapatrick]

The Taste of Your Lips - Matt Murdock x Reader

Summary: You and Matt have feeling for each other but it takes oh so long for you two to give into them

Words: 2.6k 

Warnings: none I think 

Notes: I just really had to write a Matt story; been on my mid for days 

Y/N’s POV

I first met Matt in college, he was studying law and I was studying creative writing. Despite our differences we bonded over our mutual love of comics; literature and music. We quickly became friends, spending countless hours talking about everything from our favourite novels to new music that we wanted the other to enjoy. It always amazed me how Matt had an uncanny ability to sense things that most people couldn’t and his reflexes were always lightning fast as if he could actually see. I never though much of it, chalking it up to his intense training as a lawyer and his dedication to his physical fitness. 

After we graduated, Matt moved into an apartment in Hell’s Kitchen and offered me a free space in there. I couldn’t take it, finding a cheap and rather shitty apartment that Matt wasn’t too happy about. One day I came home to find a set of keys on my kitchen island and a note from Matt saying I could come over whenever I wanted and it makes my heart jump. It was such a small gesture but it meant so much to me and a small part of me hoped it meant that maybe, just maybe, Matt had feeling for me too. 

I began to notice little things about him that I found rather endearing and I started looking forwards to our time together, feeling a flutter in my chest whenever I knew we were going to meet up. I would catch myself staring at him for a few seconds longer than necessary or feeling a sense of disappointment when we had to go our separate ways for that day but it wasn’t until we were spending an evening watching a movie together that I realised I was in love with him. We were sitting on the couch, him happy to listen to the movie with my head on his chest and our feel intertwined, feeling his smile into my hair. As the movie had ended I knew something had shifted between us for me, my heart racing at the realisation that I was head over heels for my best friend. 

I didn’t know how to tell him and I didn’t want to risk losing our friendship as I was scared for what his reaction would be so I left it. I pushed my feelings aside and acted like they were just a passing crush but of course they weren’t. The ore time I spend with Matt the stronger my feelings got and I was starting to daydream about what it would be like to be able to kiss him and how his face would feel in my hands until it got too much. I had been wandering through Hell’s Kitchen late at night when something snapped and I was bursting into Matt’s apartment before I knew it, ready to tell him I was in love with him when I found him standing there. The Daredevil suit on and mask in his hands. 

All I could do was stare at him as I try and process what was in front of me as Matt was the last person I expected to be Hell Kitchen’s vigilante. He’s blind for one but two the Matt I thought I knew was just too soft to be Daredevil. My shock quickly dissipated into anger as Matt had been keeping this from me, from Foggy. How could he? How could he put himself in such danger every single night? It hurt me, the thought of him getting so hurt he can’t get home and no one can help him. 

“What the actual fuck?” I’m hissing out, voice shaking with anger and fear as he looks in my direction, a guilty look on his face. 

He forced me to sit down, calmly explaining to me about his ability to ‘see’ the world around him using his other senses, how it helped him navigate the streets of Hell’s Kitchen. How he uses a form of echolocation, listening for sounds bouncing off of objects around him which he can form into mental images of his surrounding based on the way the sounds interact. He explains how it’s not perfect and has a lot of limitations and how it takes a lot of practice and concentration to ‘see’ effectively. He told me that he had gotten his hearing so precise he could hear my heart currently racing in my chest.

As Matt told me that a rush of emotions and realisation floods my mind and I flushed. Surprised at first, almost taken aback by thee sheer power of his senses and it’s almost hard to comprehend that he can hear physical manifestations of my emotions so clearly. Then the shock wears off and embarrassment takes its place as that means Matt could hear every time my heart races when I thought about kissing him, he could smell my arousal every time my mind wandered further than it should and he could feel when my cheeks flushes every time he would touch me. He would have been able to see through all the times I stared at him with heart eyes and all the times I tried to hide my feelings for him. 

I couldn’t help feel vulnerable and exposed as I processed it all. It was like all of my secrets and desires were laid bare before him but at the same time there was something strangely comforting about it. Matt could hear everything I was feeling meaning he had the ability to understand me in a way nobody else could, a strangely intimate connection that we share. In that moment, I realised that my feelings for Matt went far beyond mere friendship. It wasn’t just that I find him attractive or that we have a good rapport. It’ was something deeper, something that I couldn’t quite put into words. And as I looked into his eyes, shades of deep and rich chocolate, I wondered if he could hear my heart racing then and there too.

*

It’s been a few months since I found out Matt was Daredevil and I’ve been staying at him more often than mine that at this point I should just move in but I don’t want to deal with his smug ‘I told you so’. 

It was awkward at first as I couldn’t help the feelings of betrayal that he had kept this huge secret from me, telling Foggy and Karen before me. Matt gave me time to adjust, letting me find my own way back to him which took a week or two as I took the time to realise why he did what he did and honestly? It’s made me feel somehow closer to him than before as we’ve fallen into a routine now. He lets me clean him up when he gets hurt, it took a few days of arguing for that to happen, but he gave in knowing just how stubborn I can be. I clean up his injuries, make sure he’s fed and hydrated and make sure he gets enough sleep to work the next day. It’s not always easy but it’s become somewhat of a bonding experience for us and it puts my anxieties at easy. 

Despite all this I still haven’t given in to moving in with him. Part of me wants to but I’m not giving him that satisfaction and I know that the longer I spend at his the less I’ll be able to control my feelings for him as they grow stronger. I can’t help but wonder if there is something unspoken between us, something deeper than just friends when I’m sat practically in his lap and cleaning the cuts on his cheek or icing the bruises on his ribs. 

Today was no different, I slipped into his apartment in the dead of night to find him  half laying, half sitting on the sofa, back against the arm and one leg spread down the couch and the other handing off, foot on the floor as his eyes are pointed to the ceiling. My heart drops at the sight of him and I’m letting the door slam shut, whispering out a quiet ‘Sorry!’ when he winces. 

Without a second thought I’m rushing over to him, sliding to sit between his spread legs and pulling him into a tight embrace. He responds by his arms wrapping around me, strong and comforting, like a shield protecting me from the rest of the world. The muscles in his chest flex as he embraces me, the warms of his body enveloping me and his bare chest smooth and firm against me. I can’t help myself but bury my face in his chest, the scent of his skin mixed with a hint of sweat and his cedarwood cologne. My heart is racing and I know he can feel it too, the way his grip tightens ever so slightly and the warmth of his breath on my neck as he moves closer. I can’t help myself when I begin to wonder if he can feel the heat rising to my cheeks and the way I can’t help feeling a little turned on by him being this close. 

He’s breaking the hug, eyes moving around my face as if he can really see me and it sends a shiver down my spine. My eyes follow his fingers as the lightly ghost down my arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake and a small smile on his lips leaving me feeling a mixture of anticipation and nervousness. He’s leaning closer again, breath on my face  and hands cupping my face gently in his hands, thumbs brushing my cheeks softly. He speaks, voice low and rough, “I can hear how much you want this, can smell it and fuck,” he chokes on his words a little, letting out a sound that could be a whimper, “Fuck, you don’t know how long I have wanted to do this.” 

Then his lips are on mine, a soft and sweet kiss that sends my heart racing even more. His hands are moving to my waist as he pulls me closer to him while his tongue traces over my bottom lip asking silent permission to deepen the kiss. His hands on my hips feels so strong and firm, yet gentle at the same time. It's like he's holding onto me with purpose, but not with force. The warmth from his palms seeps through the fabric of my shirt, making me feel safe and protected. I can feel his fingers slightly digging into my sides as he pulls me closer, deepening the kiss. The sensation of his touch sends shivers down my spine and I feel like I could stay in his embrace forever. 

Matt’s breaking the kiss too soon for my liking, a soft rumble in his chest of amusement as his strong hands manoeuvre me so I’m straddling his lap, thumbs moving in soothing circles where they’ve slipped under my teeshirt. He sighs softly before speaking, voice low and a tinge of pain in it, “I’ve been so scared to make a move,” His grip tightens a little more, “I don’t want to put a target on your back darling.” 

As soon as the endearment leaves his kiss swollen lips I feel my heart flutter and from the small smirk on his lips he hears it too but I can’t help it as him calling me ‘darling’ adds to the warmth spreading through me. Without any hesitation, I’m placing a gentle hand on his cheek, turning his face to mine, “I know the risks, Matt,” I speak softly, as if I’ll break the moment if I speak any louder, “I’m afraid of what I’ll do if I’m not with you now that I have a taste.” 

That draws a genuine smile from him, a soft and tender expression making me let out a soft sound. I can’t stop myself from leaning forwards and capturing his lips in another gentle and loving kiss as his hands move to my back and pull me flush against him as if I’ll disappear. The kiss deepens, passion stoking the fire in my chest. His hands moving up and down my back under my loose shirt, fingers tracing over my skin and causing shivers to run down my spine. I press myself even closer to him, feeling the hard muscles of his bare chest and the warm of his body against mine. His tongue flicks against my lower lip and I part them eagerly for him to deepen the kiss even further. 

It’s like the ward fades away and it’s just us, lost in the kiss and the feel of each other. Matt’s lips are soft and gentle yet full of so much pent up desire it’s almost overwhelming. I can feel my own desire building with every passing second and I have to pull away too soon, panting for air and my breath hitching when his lips don’t hesitate to move to my neck. 

“I’m right here,” I gasp out, hands finding his hair and a small part of me revels in how soft it is. It’s like running my fingers through fine silk, falling around his face and making it addictive to touch, my fingers curling and pulling lightly as I add, “I’m not going anywhere.” 

A low sound escapes his throat as his lips trail soft and gentle kisses down my neck, leaning a trail of warmth and desire in their wake. His lips feel soft yet firm, breath warm against my skin and his fingers are tracing any part of me he can get his hands on as he tries to memorise every dip and curve for future times. It feels like electricity, the contract of his soft and gentle fingers compared to his lips that are sucking and biting hickeys into any skin of his neck he can get them on. 

He’s kissing me once more, soft and quick before he’s manhandling me off his lap as he shifts. His strong and firm hands lift me off his lap and back to my feet, pulling himself up and then making me lay the length of the sofa. I frown at him as he walks to his room until he’s returning with two pillows which he props against the arm of the sofa before he lays down next to me. He shifts us around until we’re comfortable with his head leaning on the pillows and my head on his chest, nestled into his side with his arm around my shoulders and squeezing lightly, his moves all smooth and fluid. Settling into his side, my ear pressed against his chest, I hum softly the his fingers move to card and lightly scratch throughly scalp soothingly. He turns the TV on, the soft glow of the screen casting a warm light over us as we snuggle together, the blanket at the bottom of the sofa being wriggled up by his feet until he can reach it with his hands. The blanket is fuzzy and warm, the mixture of it, Matt’s safe and solid form surrounding me and the quiet murmurs of the TV has me drifting to sleep. The steady rhythm of Matt’s heartbeat serving as my own personal lullaby as I sleep for the first time in months, knowing Matt is here and okay. I feel safe in his arms, knowing that he'll always protect me. 

[aurorawest]

Reading update

Conned by Kim Fielding - 4.25/5 stars

Odder Still by DN Bryn - 3/5 stars

The Midnight Library by Matt Haig - 4/5 stars

Ended up enjoying this one a lot more than I thought I would. Definitely one of those philosophical-books-masquerading-as-fantasy books, but it was well written and the message resonated with me.

A Draught of Ash and Wine by Kristin Jacques - 3.75/5 stars

Draakenwood by Jordan L Hawk - 5/5 stars

This may have been the first in the series that I handed a 5 star rating to. Not that the rest of the series isn't really good, but this one stood out to me as being really REALLY good.

Cloud Cuckoo Land by Anthony Doerr - 5/5 stars

Another one that I enjoyed WAY more than I thought I would. I normally don't go for books that do the whole characters-connected-through-time-by-the-same-story trope, but this one was very well done. The characters in the different time periods definitely played to things I love. The fact that it was unexpectedly queer was also such a nice surprise. This book is heavy going, and I wouldn't say it's exactly happy, but it's hopeful. A hyped book that was actually worth the hype.

Blyde and Pearce by Kim Fielding - 3.5/5 stars

Bring Me Home by Annabeth Albert - 3.75/5 stars

Jackdaw by KJ Charles - 5/5 stars

AHHHHHH omg omg. Oh this book. Ripped my heart out and stomped on it, then tenderly mended it. Ben and Jonah are one of the sweetest couples Charles has ever written. Maybe the sweetest? (considering there's a very dubcon-y sex scene at the beginning, this may seem like a strange thing to say, but really). I actually far and away preferred them to the main couple in the original Charm of Magpies trilogy. To be completely honest, I like all the Charm of Magpies World books better than the original trilogy, haha.

The Rest of the Story by Tal Bauer - 4.25/5 stars

Fool Hearts by Emmy Sanders - 3.75/5 stars

Shadows of the Lost by Maxym M Martineau - DNF at pg 60

Actually not a bad book at all, but it was too dependent on the author's previous series, which I didn't have any interest in reading.

The Sun and the Star by Rick Riordan and Mark Oshiro - DNF at pg 26

All the Right Notes by Dominic Lim - 5/5 stars

Lovely, funny book that had lots of music and cooking. It's told in a split time period structure which I thought worked really well.

Witch King by Martha Wells - 5/5 stars

I LOVED this book. I love Kai so so much. He's total blorbo material, so I'm honestly surprised this book isn't bigger on tumblr. The worldbuilding was immaculate, really interesting, and very refreshing in that it was very central Asia inspired. You don't see Fantasy Asian Steppe Cultures very much, so that was really cool. This is another one that is told with a split time period, and Wells did a really good job of tying the events of the past and the present chapters together thematically.

I really really really want a sequel.

And Then He Sang a Lullaby by Ani Kayode Somtochukwu - 4/5 stars

One of the reviews of this book said it had a very didactic ending, which I 100% agree with...but it was very well-written and worth a read. It takes place in Nigeria and is about two gay boys who eventually meet in college. It's not a happy book; don't be fooled by the blurb that makes it sound like a romance.

The Lost Future of Pepperharrow by Natasha Pulley - 5/5 stars (reread)

You guys all know how I feel about Natasha Pulley.

The Master of Samar by Melissa Scott - 3.5/5 stars

Unnatural by Joanna Chambers - 5/5 stars

Fence: Disarmed by Sarah Rees Brennan - 5/5 stars

This book was so cute. Aiden and Harvard both finally pull their heads out of their asses. One of the unexpected joys of these novels is the relationship between Seiji and his father. It's really sweet.

I would fund Sarah Rees Brennan to continue writing Fence novels.

The Archive Undying - 2/5 stars

[gakriele-lvs-blog]

My thoughts for the last episode [Spoilers]:

---The beginning(approximately 5 minutes) was paced quite decent, they manage to cramp the Collector's development in all of that and it kinda works because the guy was never bad, just innocent and unaware of the bad things they had done.

---Belos as a whole was spectacular. The bastard really lives up to his expectations. And as a villain, he is one of my favorite characters by far. Possessing the Titan? We saw it coming, and they execute quite well for my perspective.

---They pull out an Anne Bounchoy in reverse here. They killed Luz to bring her back in an overpowering form. Not sure how to feel about that one. On one hand, it was a beautiful and climatic final confrontation. On the other, It undermines Luz's own achievements by giving her what she needs instead of finding it herself. Yet, I can see why they choose to do this, is just cool and considerating what she was against what else was she supposed to do?

---They really give Raine a protagonistic role on this, not unwelcome but feels a little out of the blue. Still their inclusion and relevance feels organic enough as to not to feel oppressive.

---The Hexsquad and Camila really get sideline in this one! Like, they weren't even relevant through the whole episode! Truth be told, they got more than enough development from the last episodes so I can understand why that was the case. Eda and King deserved and needed a lot of screen time to compensate for their lack of relevance through the third season. Still... Something like Hunter being present for Belos's death or Camila's reaction to Luz's "death" would have been a welcome addition

---The Collector leaving was to some extent unexpected and personally unnecessary. They kist learn a lot in a couple hours and them just leaving instead of staying and learning more feels kinda anticlimactic, let Eda be the mother's figure they need!

---The conclusion was just as expected, reunions after reunions, what else was meant to happen? It worked perfectly and it was quite a peaceful and hopeful resolution. And Luz losing glyphs magic was the perfect bittersweet closure to it. With the true death of the Titan, it makes sense that she would lose said magic, a noble sacrifice.

---Time Skips... Honestly, I hate those for a lot of reasons. Especially if they take place through multiple years. Luz's quinciallera a couple days/weeks should have been the ending, allow everyone's family to gather to celebrate together, give us as many small interactions as possible

-Vee hugging Camila and Luz upon their return and for the former to call them mom and sister

-Eda and Camila's proper introduction to one another (and the latter's reaction to harpy Eda)

-Have Lilith just randomly getting harpy form just for the giggles (the owl beast is just that happy)

-Have Hunter together with Vee, and King during the final parts of the Quinciañera giving Luz a tearful speech about how much she changed their lives for the better (They are siblings!)

-Willow and Hunter could ask at the same time to become partners (Maybe the same with Matt and Gus?)

-Have more and more people coming through the portal to see Luz (She changed a lot of lives after all)

---Basically, let the audience materialize their own far-away future. Time skips have the drawback of leaving too much development in between. Using one for Thanks to Them was understandable. But here it feels unnecessary. Instead of Luz's incoming stay on college, let's us see a open ending focus on showing us the many adventures and mysteries left unresolved, letting your audience's imagination go rampant with everything that was left to cover and wish for more!

Still, just because I have my own opinion and vision doesn't mean I didn't enjoy the episode. Although the shortening will forever taint my joy for the show, eternally wishing to see the missing potential we never got to see... I love it and nothing will change that.

[feilien]

rp preferences -

knowing your partner can potentially make writing together a lot easier.

basics

✧ NAME: J

✧ PRONOUNS: they/them, but cool with any

✧  SEXUALITY: ace & panromantic

✧  TAKEN OR SINGLE: very happily taken by @thiefofcrows

three facts

when i get pretty bored with my hobbies i sometimes sign up for online courses, forget about them, and then finish the coursework within the span of one week. i'm currently taking an online course on latin.

my music taste is all over the place, i like girl groups and indie/alternative most of the time, but i also need to blast yoyo ma or tchaikovsky's swan lake on my loudspeakers sometimes.

i am friends with some honest to god local celebrities, and i fear the day that someone thinks to use one of them as a faceclaim because i wouldn't really know how to explain why i refuse to write against or use them. "did they do something problematic" no my guy, i just used to help this guy with homework in college and know too much about his escapades.

experience

✧   HOW LONG (MONTHS / YEARS?): If we're talking proper proper writing (in English) then around ten years; if we're talking general rp (and count non-English) then we're looking at about 17 years

✧   PLATFORMS YOU’VE USED: tumblr, and discord (and aim, while it still existed); also animexx and forums back in the day

✧   BEST EXPERIENCE: Some of the friends I made along that way, as corny as that sounds. There are people I've known for over ten years now, and who I've seen (and will again see) in person multiple times

muse preferences

✧   FEMALE OR MALE: Male. I've just never been able to write females for some reason

✧  FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT: Generally angst, though I very much enjoy fluff thrown into it from time to time to balance things out. Smut is rare to non-existent, bc there's just been too many bad and awkward experiences. Rare exclusions apply if I know someone well enough and have a deeply established ship.

✧   PLOTS OR MEMES: Plots ten times out of ten for new interactions for sure. Memes are cool once there's been a dynamic established that I can work off of.

✧   LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: Mine? Always long bc I have zero chill lmao. I do try to keep it medium sometimes to not scare people away. Short? Impossible for me for some reason. Literally struggle with short stuff. A lot.

✧   BEST TIME TO WRITE: Ngl, at work most of the time. Now and again after work if I still have the energy.

✧ ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): Like Matt? Not really. Wish I was though. I admire him for his ability to remain soft and happy and just generally for the person he is, although I don't envy him for the rest. The more grumpy muses I used to write... Yeah, personality-wise I tend to be a lot like them lmao.

tagged by: @destroyedthere (thank you <3) tagging: Don't really have anyone to tag :/

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Steady Love - also on AO3

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Adam, with Nick as his roommate, starts off his sophomore year of college with a crush, actual friends and a whole lot of shenanigans. He ends it with, somehow, more.

~

Welcome to my 300th fic on AO3! I decided to combine elements of my 1st, 100th, and 200th fic on AO3 to create this one, and thus, a college AU involving 5 of my all time favorite ships across 3 of my most special fandoms. I hope you enjoy this continuation of The Rumor of Us for those of us who remember me from back then, and the continuation of the Quintis College AU I briefly wrote. Title from Look After You by The Fray, one of my all time favorite romantic songs.

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“Page!”

Adam turns to see Nick throwing the basketball at him. He catches it and dribbles around the other team’s defense, which isn’t that impressive knowing who the defense is, and shoots.

The ball bounces off the rim and toward Nick, who makes the save and a three pointer.

“Yes!” Nick yells, dropping to his knees with his fists in the air. “I’m the effing king of this!”

Adam walks over and shoves Nick to the side with his foot. “Lucky shot,” Adam says, grinning down at him.

“Was not!” Nick scrambles to his feet. “I’ve been practicing my three pointers all summer.” He nudges Adam in the shoulder. “Anyway, we’re basically out of time for the gym. We only booked an hour.”

Adam checks the time on his phone. “Damn it,” he mutters.

“Are we done or something?” Toby asks. “Please say we’re done.”

“Wimp,” Happy says, grinning. “You don’t have to play next time, you know. I think I’d do better if you weren’t on my team”

“I do have to play!” Toby says, scrambling after Happy as she steps toward her bag on the side of the court. Adam’s kind of baffled he missed the insult entirely. “I have to make sure you don’t get yourself killed.”

“Toby, let’s be real here,” Happy says. “The only reason I play basketball is because you made me socialize with people other than you and the rest of the Cyclone, and you decided your roommate’s weird brother was the right call. You’re just mad I’m doing better with these friends than you are.”

Toby pouts. “Hey!”

“And I am not the weird one here,” Nick says.

“Bye, y’all,” Happy says, grinning over her shoulder. “C’mon, Curtis, to the showers.”

Adam rolls his eyes as Toby’s pout turns into unshielded excitement. They scamper away.

“They’re really weird,” Adam muses, dribbling the ball absently. “I like them.”

“Right?” Nick says. “Toby’s a TA, but he’s our age. He skipped a bunch of grades.”

“That explains some of the,” Adam shoots the ball and misses, pausing to find the right words, “socially awkward moments.”

“No kidding,” Nick says. He chases after the ball and chucks it back at Adam, who manages to make the three pointer this time. “There you go, dude. I knew you could do it.”

“It’s because he’s tall.”

Adam turns at a voice that makes his entire body light up. “Matt!” he says, trying to hold back before getting too weird. “Hi.”

Nick glances over at his brother. “What the eff are you doing here?” he asks, bouncing the ball. Adam fights the urge to tell him to shut up.

“You always make fun of me for not being able to play,” Matt says. He looks incredible; Adam’s never seen him in basketball shorts and a tank top. “So I figured I’d come and learn from the self-proclaimed best this year.”

Nick rolls his eyes. “You have awful timing. We only rented the court until five.”

Matt shrugs. “So, like, rent another hour?”

“That’s not how it works.” Nick belts Matt with the basketball, and Adam is impressed that Matt at least can catch it. He doesn’t dribble though. He just holds it in his hands. “Somebody else will have rented it out.”

“We could ask to share,” Matt says. With a quick flick of his eyes, he chucks the ball in Adam’s direction. Adam has to jump a little, feeling his shirt fly up as he does do, but he manages to catch the ball.

“You can’t – Matt, go away.”

“No!” Adam says. Matt and Nick look at him. “I mean, we could go to the outdoor hoops, right?”

“It’s ninety seven degrees outside,” Nick deadpans. “Let’s just go do something else.”

“Can I shower first?” Adam asks, wrinkling his nose. “I’m all gross.”

“I’m sure you’re fine,” Matt says, waving him off. “Dining hall should be serving dinner by now.”

“It’s five o’clock,” Nick says. “We – really?”

Matt shrugs. “I’m hungry.”

“Me, too,” Adam adds.

Nick sighs. “Whatever. Fine. Dinner.”

“I hope they have the pasta bar this time,” Matt says. And Adam knows, in that moment, with that smile Matt throws him, he’s doomed.

Matt flounces off to the pasta bar, almost skipping.

“Dude,” Nick says, elbowing Adam. “What is your deal?”

“Deal?” Adam asks, trying to keep himself from blushing. “There’s no deal. I’m – why?”

Nick stares at him. “You’ve hung out with Matt before and never been this twitchy.” He study’s Adam’s face. “Do you have a crush on my brother?”

“No.”

Nick’s expression goes from curious to annoyed. “You have a crush on my brother,” he says, definitively. “Oh, my god.”

“I – don’t!” Adam says. “And shush.”

“If you don’t have a crush on him, then I can say it as loud as I want.”

“No!” Adam says. “Damn it. Just – don’t tell him.”

“Are you gonna tell him?” Nick asks.

Adam presses his lips together and shrugs. “Maybe? I don’t know. I don’t…yeah.”

Nick sighs so deeply his shoulders slump. “If you make him cry, I have to kill you, you know that, right?”

“What?” Adam asks. “I’m your roommate!”

“Roommate and friend always comes second to brother,” Nick says, shrugging. “It’s biological. I am genetically wired to care about that dumbass.”

They look over, where Matt is very possibly flirting with the cook making the pasta, from the way he’s smiling and leaning against the counter. Adam can’t decide if he’s jealous or distracted by how good Matt’s butt looks in his shorts.

“Believe me,” Nick says, grabbing a slice of pizza, “I am the most annoyed about it.”

They grab some extra fruit and vegetables, because Adam’s mom’s voice is always in his head, and they find a small table near the hydroponics station.

“You ever get tempted to, like, grab a leaf of lettuce off of there and eat it?” Nick asks, shoving half the slice of pizza in his mouth.

Adam blinks. “No, but I am sort of fascinated at your impulse to eat public leaves.”

“They’re not public leaves!” Nick scoffs. “It’s lettuce grown by the college, and I pay tuition, so they are my leaves.”

Adam nearly stops breathing when Matt sits down next to him, like he doesn’t care Adam’s covered in sweat and his hair is a wreck. His heart is racing as Matt flashes him a smile.

“The pasta guy is really nice,” Matt says, mixing what appears to be something with vegetables and pesto. He shoves a giant forkful in his mouth and makes a face so pleased Adam has to turn away and take an unreasonably huge bite of pizza. “And he gave me extra pesto.”

“Yeah, because you were flirting with him,” Nick says, rolling his eyes. “God, you’re worse than Piper at that one party.”

“Am not!” Matt argues.

“The one when she stole all that toilet paper last year?” Adam asks, once he’s swallowed the pizza. “That was hilarious.”

“I was not flirting with him,” Matt says, and Adam doesn’t miss the way he flicks his eyes toward him. “Shut up. Eat your pizza, Nick.”

“Don’t tell me what to do!”

Adam snickers as the two of them bicker back and forth, finishing most of his plate before they get under control. Matt’s got his lower lip stuck out, Nick’s glaring, and Adam, mostly, is entertained.

“Are you two done?” he asks, because he wants to know what happens next.

~

By the start of September, Matt’s been to every single basketball court hour that they’ve had, and Adam is…technically handling it. The amount of times Matt has pulled off his shirt mid-game and Adam either missed a pass or immediately fell over is in the double digits.

He’s regaling his friends in class with the most recent story of Matt making a moaning noise during stretching when Annabeth and Piper both begin laughing at him mid-lecture, which feels excessive.

“Oh you legit like him,” Piper says, with a sharkish grin. “Pro tip? Act on it now. Otherwise you’re fucked like me and Reyna for the first semester of school.”

“Based on what I’ve heard before I’ve knocked,” Annabeth says, flipping to the right page in her notes, “nobody fucks like the two of you, but okay.”

Adam laughs as Piper rolls her eyes and slumps into her seat. “You all suck,” she grumbles.

They pass notes and tease each other through the lecture, which Adam would feel bad about but he scored a 95% on the first anthropology test and was only outscored by Annabeth, so he figures he’s fine.

Annabeth pokes him in the ribs when he snickers at a sex joke Piper makes.

“They’re going to hear you,” Annabeth says, scrolling her phone with one hand and taking notes with the other. “He’s not even using a mic now. And I really don’t want to get yelled at.”

“You’re on your phone looking up – oh, my god.” Adam leans back. “I’m going to pretend I didn’t see you putting lingerie in your cart.”

Annabeth smirks and shrugs. “Don’t look at my phone screen next time.”

By the time class is over, Adam knows he’ll be begging Annabeth for a copy of her notes, but he’s in good spirits to go for their basketball time.

“I gotta go,” he says, smiling at the two of them. “Basketball hour, you know.”

Piper immediately starts making kissy faces.

“It’s just basketball!” Adam says, suddenly wishing his hair was down to cover his likely pink ears. “He needs help with it.”

“You know what he needs?” Piper says, grinning.

“Don’t say it,” Annabeth says. “It’s a cheap joke.”

“He needs your dick.”

Annabeth and Adam sigh in tandem while Piper cackles.

“One of these days I’m going to tell on you to Reyna,” Annabeth grumbles.

“About what?”

“Bad sex jokes,” Adam offers. “Making fun of me.”

Piper scoffs. “She likes it when I do that. Reyna loves my stupid jokes.”

“Yeah, if you guys do go abroad,” Annabeth asks, adjusting her backpack on her shoulder, “you’ll have to learn a whole new language to make sex jokes in.”

Piper wrinkles her nose. “Reyna really wants to, but I’m not sure. She’s looking at France.”

“I’m sure there’s sex jokes in French,” Adam says, shoving his books in his backpacks. “Or you could just say ‘oui oui’ all the time and look like a dork.”

“Coming from you, that’s great.” Piper hits him on the arm with her notebook, grinning. “Go play homoerotic sports with your future boyfriend.”

~

The first set of tests by the second week of September hit, and Adam realizes he has a little collection of friends that makes him feel cozy, but a bit confused. He’s not exactly sure when his and Nick’s dorm room became the place where everybody hangs out, but he keeps trying to hide things like his teddy bear and his dirty clothes while Kenny and Piper try to kill each other in Street Fighter.

What’s even more difficult to manage, though, is Matt, sitting right next to him. On his bed. While Nick keeps glancing at him. Adam thinks that’s silly, because Happy and Toby are quite literally making out on top of his desk.

“Where’s Annabeth?” Reyna asks, yawning. “She and I have that Chem lab in the morning and I really want to go over our methodology.”

“Lame,” Piper says, twisting the controller and immediately killing Kenny’s character. Adam thinks that’s impressive, based on Kenny’s shriek of horror. “She and Percy are out on a date. She’ll be back soon.”

Reyna sighs. “She forgot to tell me. Jerk.”

“That’s because I was supposed to tell you, and I forgot, because I’m beating this wimp’s ass at every video game possible,” Piper says. She claps Kenny on the shoulder. “Actually, victory makes me horny. Reyna?”

Reyna snorts, but she jumps to her feet. “Why did I expect anything else?”

Piper throws a grin over her shoulder, short blue hair flying everywhere. “Later, nerds.”

Kenny’s still staring at the screen, open mouthed and miserable. “She beat me,” he says, horrified. He turns to Nick. “Why’d you – I brought my console here just so she could beat me?!”

“Piper’s weird, man,” Happy says, shrugging as she pulls away from Toby. Toby still looks super dazed. “Blame Adam. He’s the one who became best friends with her first or whatever.”

“Hey!” Adam says. He’s still trying to deal with the fact that Matt is pressed up against him. “She’s your friend, too.”

“That is beside the point,” Nick says, sliding to the floor. “Scoot over, Kenny. You can beat me.”

“It’s not the same if you let me beat you,” Kenny grumbles. “But, since you suck, I’d beat you anyway.” He hands Nick the controller.

“Hey, Hap?” Toby says, playing with the edge of her tee shirt. Adam rolls his eyes, meeting Matt’s in a knowing grin.

“What?”

“Your roommate’s out, right?”

She snickers. “God, you’re predictable.” She waves at them. “Later, everybody.”

The room is quieter, less intense now that it’s only the four of them, and Adam can feel Matt relax into his side. Nick and Kenny are fervently battling each other. Adam feels like this is a good moment. For what, he’s not sure.

“So,” Adam says, picking at a frayed end on the hem of his shirt. “How’re classes going for you?”

“Great!” Matt says, sending that megawatt smile in Adam’s direction. “Well. Pretty good, at least.”

“Only pretty good?” Adam asks.

“Yeah, math is kicking my butt,” Matt says, sighing. “I’m an ed major, so I have to take a class on how to teach math, which would probably be fine if I could memorize all the stupid vocabulary words.”

“I, um. I can tutor you, if you want.”

Matt turns to him. “You can?”

Adam nods. “I had a whole business in high school about it, but you’re my friend so I wouldn’t charge.” He smiles. “That sound good?”

Matt nods so hard his ponytail slips out. “Yeah!”

Adam leans behind.

“What are you doing?” Matt asks. He’s still smiling, though, so Adam thinks he’s in the clear.

“Oh,” Adam says, picking up the hair tie. “This fell out when you were nodding.”

Matt flushes the cutest pink Adam’s ever seen. “Thanks,” he says. Adam watches, probably too closely, as Matt ties his hair back up.

“So, um, how about tomorrow morning?” Adam asks. When he rests his hand on the bed next to Matt’s, the dip of the mattress makes his hand slide on top of Matt’s. Neither of them move. “For tutoring, I mean.”

Matt nods. “Yeah. That sounds good.”

Nick flicks his gaze over at Matt and Adam, frowns, and opens his mouth. But Kenny’s screaming in victory before he can say anything.

“Oh, that’s how it goes, baby!” Kenny yells. “Victory doesn’t make me horny, but it does make me hungry. Anybody want to go pick up pizza?”

They do. They get pizza and sodas and bring them back to the dorm room. Kenny and Nick hang in Nick’s bed while Matt’s with Adam on his.

Adam feels like he may just combust.

They put on Five Nights at Freddy’s, which Kenny insists will be good because of the game it’s based on, but Adam’s a little hesitant.

“They’re giant toys, Kenny,” Adam says. “How could they possibly be scary?”

An hour later, Adam is more than pleased that it’s actually scary, because Matt’s buried his face into Adam’s chest and is halfway in his lap. He exchanges a glance with Nick. And gets a smile back.

Kenny and Matt sleep over. And Adam thinks this might be what college is supposed to feel like.

~

Matt and Kenny leave after they get breakfast in the morning, but Matt reminds Adam of their tutoring date before he leaves.

“I’ll stop by around one?” Matt asks. “You know. Since we slept in.”

Adam nods. “Yeah, I gotta shower.”

Matt makes an interesting face, pressing his lips together. “Okay.”

Nick grabs his arm and yanks. “Dude!”

“What?!”

“You are in love with my brother.”

“Am not!”

Nick yanks harder.

“Ow!”

“You like him,” Nick says. “You like Matt. I know how weird you are about your bed, and you let him sleep on your pillow.”

Adam frowns. “I’m not weird about my bed.”

“You have to remake it every time you sit on it funny and you change the pillow case every time somebody touches it.”

Adam stops in his tracks and turns to Nick. “You noticed that?”

“Of course I did,” says Nick. “You’re my friend. It’s why I tell people, usually, to stay off your side of the room and not to touch your folders on your desk. But Matt walked in there and sat down, and you didn’t even react.”

Adam opens his mouth, but then steps forward and grabs Nick in a tight hug. “Nobody’s ever noticed that and been nice about it before,” he says, words muffled by Nick’s shoulder.

“Course, man,” Nick says, patting him on the back. “You’re my best friend.”

Adam won’t let himself cry. “I am?”

Nick nods, like it’s the easiest thing to say, to believe. “You are.”

Adam exhales. “Even though I have a crush on your brother?”

“I knew it!”

Adam laughs and runs back to their dorm with Nick chasing him, feeling at home with a group of people for the first time ever.

~

Around 1:05, Nick’s left for reasons he won’t tell Adam, and he’s got the room to himself. Matt’s not technically late, he guesses, since he’d said around one. But the possible anxiety of being stood up triggers his need to clean and organize. He’s in the middle of putting away his last few books into his mini bookshelf when there’s a knock.

He stands and opens the door to see Matt, hair in a neat little half ponytail, smiling at him.

“How’d you get in?” Adam asks. “Um. I mean. Hi.”

Matt, miraculously, laughs. “The RA here knows me,” he says. “Can I come in?”

“Yeah, definitely.” Adam moves so Matt can step by him, and his heart has never beat faster. Matt sits gently on the bed. There’s nothing in Adam that wants to move him or clean the sheets. It’s strange.

“I brought my homework,” Matt says, swinging his backpack to the floor. He pulls out a notebook and sets it on his lap, unopened.

Adam makes his way over to the bed and sits on his desk chair so he has a little extra space to set up on his bed. He shoves his glasses up his nose and forces himself not to look at Matt. “Um, so,” he says, clearing his throat. “Your class is kind of different than math that I take, since it’s learning how to teach math from it’s foundation. What are you stuck on?”

Matt blinks at him. “You know I don’t actually need help with math, right?”

Adam blinks and turns to Matt. “What?”

Matt’s smile is far too intriguing. “God, you’re cute.” Adam can hear his heart pound in his ears. “You – you’re smart, yeah, and I’m sure you could help me with everything. But I know the differences between subtrahends and addends and all that.” His eyes are too pretty under all those eyelashes. “I guess I wasn’t clear enough, but this was a ruse to hang out with you more.”

Adam’s mouth falls open as he looks at Matt, trying to process what all of it means. “You – hang out with me?”

“Without Nick, I mean,” Matt explains. “He always wants to tag along.” He turns to Adam. “This way we could have some time just us.”

“Just us?” Adam doesn’t know why he can only repeat the last thing Matt said. But Matt doesn’t seem fazed.

Matt nods, smiling. “I figured, after last night, you might like me too.”

Adam reaches out and rests a hand on Matt’s arm, trying to prove this is real and not a dream. Matt leans in and kisses Adam before he can process what’s about to happen. Matt’s lips are soft and warm against Adam’s, more than a dream. Adam almost falls over with how perfect it is. When Matt pulls back, his heart is racing and he can’t stop looking at Matt.

“Was that okay?” Matt asks. “I, like, have been trying not to want to kiss you for a really long time, and I almost did last night but Nick was there, and then you touched my arm and everything, so I figured –”

As much as Adam loves hearing Matt talk, he thinks he’s rambling and would appreciate being helped to quiet down. So Adam leans in and kisses Matt again, getting a cute little squeak of interest before he throws his arms around Adam’s neck. Adam breathes into it, leaning into Matt. He doesn’t know when he throws his arms around Matt’s waist, when he drags Matt into his lap, when Matt starts leaning into him, just that it’s happening.

Something about their combined weight is too much for the chair and it slides backward, the two of them falling to the floor. Matt giggles.

“Oops.”

“I think you broke my office chair,” Adam says, grinning up at Matt. “You are the worst person I’ve ever tutored, I think.”

“Am not!” says Matt, and Adam tries not to feel miserable at the lack of contact anymore. “Plus, it’s been, like, fifteen minutes, and it was a ruse I kissed you in the middle of, so that gives me bonus points.”

“I was going to tutor you the whole time,” Adam argues, and he adjusts his chair back up. It should be okay. “I just also wanted to kiss you.” He shrugs, leaning against his desk as Matt makes himself at home on his bed. “I was sort of worried the tutoring thing meant you didn’t think of me the same way.”

“Well, that’s just not true.” Matt stretches out in his bed, arms behind his head. Adam’s pretty sure he’ll have this image burned into his memory for the rest of his life. “I only started coming to basketball because Nick told me you were there.”

“So we have Nick to thank for this,” Adam says, grinning. He sits down on the bed, most of his weight still on his feet as he tries not to overstep Matt’s boundaries. “Good to know.”

“Adam?”

“Yeah?”

Matt’s grin goes a little devious. “If you want to come snuggle right now, it’s your bed. Or I can move. But you don’t have to sit so awkwardly in your own dorm room.”

Adam opens his mouth. “I – I’m not awkward.”

“You’re a little awkward, but it’s what I like about you.” Matt’s eyes are pretty and big, his smile honest. He scoots over and pats the side of the bed. “Come on. Forget math. Come snuggle.”

Adam carefully lowers himself into his bed next to Matt. They’re above the blankets, it’s the middle of the day, and Nick will probably be back from the gym any time now. It won’t go farther than either of them want.

When he settles, Matt turns over and cuddles into him. Adam automatically wraps his arm around Matt’s back and finally relaxes into the moment. “Hi,” he murmurs.

“Hi,” Matt says.

“Your hair smells nice.”

“Your sheets smell nice,” Matt says. It’s a sweet sentiment, but Matt’s face is shoved into Adam’s chest so he’s not sure how much of that sentence is real.

Adam doesn’t even know how to react. He’s spent weeks trying to get this moment to be anything near possible, and now it’s here in front of him. And he’s got no fucking idea what to do.

“Are you okay?” Matt asks. He scoots over, sitting up. “I’m going too intense, aren’t I.” Adam watches Matt curl up on himself. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re not too intense!” Adam blurts out. Matt tilts his head to the side. “I’m just sort of freaking out a little bit. Not because of you. Because I’m…me.”

“Because you’re you?” Matt asks, and he scoots back over to Adam. “That’s why I’m here. Because you’re you.”

Adam turns around, finding himself nose to nose with Matt. “I like you because you’re you, too.”

Matt tilts his face and they kiss again, soft, gentle, and intentional. Adam feels warm and cozy. He lets himself reach up and rest his hand on Matt’s waist. Matt scoots closer to Adam and sighs, sending a thrill of exhilaration through Adam’s body. He angles his hips away, because he isn’t willing to screw this whole thing up, and keeps the kisses under control.

He doesn’t know how long it is, only that he wants this to last forever, with Matt curled up in his arms, his little giggles, their brief breaks to talk.

“So, does this mean we’re boyfriends?” Matt asks, red faced and hair mussed after a particularly enthusiastic make out. “Just to clarify.”

“I – I hope so,” Adam says, and he feels his face heat up. “I’d like to, I mean.”

“Good,” Matt says. “Then we’re boyfriends.” He leans in and kisses Adam again, and it feels like they could do this forever.

Forever in a college dorm is impossible, though, and the door swings open.

“Have you talked to Matt? He’s not answering my texts.”

Matt and Adam separate, and Adam freezes. “Um.”

Nick breaks into a giant grin. “Oh, damn,” he says. “I knew it. I knew it. Matt, you’re as subtle as a freight train.”

“Shut up, Nick,” Matt says, but he pulls Adams arm more tightly around him. “Let me have some time with my new boyfriend.”

~

They come back from Thanksgiving break to a chill that only seems to be fixed by holding Matt’s hand in his. He’d missed Matt more than he realized possible in that week, and the way Matt had thrown himself into his arms when they saw each other that first Sunday afternoon they were back was more than he could imagine.

“Come on,” Matt says, pulling away. “Nick’s doing, I don’t know. Something to do with class, probably. Let’s go get lunch.”

“Diner?” Adam asks, taking Matt’s hand. “I tutored over the break so I have extra money.”

“Ooh, are you going to take me on a fancy date to the local greasy spoon?” Matt giggles.

“We can get really fancy and buy the real maple syrup when you drown your pancakes.” Adam pulls Matt in and kisses his forehead.

They sit at one of the shiny vinyl booths for two, and Happy comes over.

“You’re a waitress here?” Adam asks. “Since when?”

Happy blows her hair out of her face. “Since I realized my bike needs repairs I can’t afford, and I wasn’t willing to wait until summer.” She clicks her pen. “Alright, dorks. What do you want?”

Adam and Matt order pancakes and hashbrowns and all other things that will make the chill outside feel a little more tolerable. Matt sips his hot chocolate with a smile on his face.

“What?” Adam asks.

Matt shrugs. “I missed you.”

Matt’s in the middle of a story about how Nick got his hand stuck in the turkey when his mostly empty mug of hot chocolate flies to the ground and shatters.

“Oops,” Matt says, eyes widening. “Uh. Do you see Happy?”

Happy whirls around the corner. “What the hell was that?!”

“Hi, Happy,” Adam mutters, sheepish under her furious gaze. “We, um. Broke a mug.”

She rolls her eyes. “Yeah, no shit,” she mutters. “Wait, pretend I didn’t say that. I’ll go get a mop, but go check in with the front to see if they have anything to clean up the mug.” She frowns at it. “I don’t think I’m allowed to tell you idiots to pick it up on your own, even though it was your fault to begin with.”

“Yeah, I’ll go check,” Adam says. “You can stay here, Matt. Keep your sneakers clean.” He grins a Matt.

“No, I’m coming with,” Matt says. “It’s my mug, after all. I should let them know I dropped it.”

They make their way to the front space of the diner with barstools and a window into the kitchen where…where Adam…sees…

Adam’s mouth drops open, and he barely has the sense to throw out an arm to keep Matt from stomping through the door to the kitchen, but it’s no use.

“I’m sorry,” Matt says, and Adam should probably not be turned on by how bitchy Matt sounds, “since when have you been banging Mox?”

Nick sighs and adjusts his shirt and hair. “Since, like, the beginning of the semester. Took you long enough to figure it out.” Adam thinks back to the semester – other than when it was time to sleep or play basketball, Nick was pretty gone. He’d put it up to hanging out with Reyna or Happy or something, but nope. “How do you know Mox, by the way?”

“Not important.” Matt says, leaning against the wall and folding his arms over his chest. “By the way, Mox is short for…?”

“Moxley,” the guy says, and his voice is sand and smoke in one. “Jon Moxley. You his big brother or something?” He sticks out his hand. “Shake it. I’m a cook, not a monster. My hands are clean.”

Matt throws a hesitant look at Adam, who shrugs, then shakes Mox’s hand. “Hi,” Matt says, still with a little frown on his face. “Are you – what are your intentions with my brother?”

“Jesus Christ,” Nick mutters, dropping his head into his hand.

Adam watches as Mox’s grin goes a little…weird. “You really wanna know?” Mox asks.

“I – no,” Matt says, blushing furiously. He grabs Adam’s hand. “We, um. If you hurt him, I’ll kill you. Just for the record.”

“Sure you will, sweetheart.” Mox winks at Matt.

“Hey!” Adam says. “Be less weird about my boyfriend.”

“You sure about that?” Mox asks. He’s weirdly confident, almost too casual, as he leans against the stove. Adam secretly hopes it’s on. “Anyway, I’m supposed to be cooking, so it’d be great if all of you left my place of work.” He smacks Nick on the ass. “Except for you, baby. You can stay as long as you want.”

Nick nods. “Yeah, goodbye, roommate and brother. I have someone – something – things to do.”

“I should have known you were out getting laid when you were late to our study parties,” Adam says, but he can’t make himself be mad about it. He grabs Matt by the bicep and turns, leading him back to their seat.

Matt fumes silently as he picks up the shards of mug without any hand protection.

“The hell are you doing?” Happy asks. “I told you to ask the front to take care of that.”

“Your cook is making out with my brother, so he appeared otherwise occupied,” Matt says, glaring down at the puddle.

Happy snorts. “Oh, you didn’t know? Oops.”

“You knew?!”

“Only so many times you can hear weird noises from the kitchen before investigating,” Happy says, mopping up the puddle. It’s mercifully small. “Plus, me and Toby tried to hook up in the supply closet and the two of them were in there last week.”

“And when did that start?”

“Me and Toby?” Happy asks. “Like, last year.”

“No!” Matt says, throwing his hands in the air. “The Nick and Mox!”

Happy pauses mopping. “Don’t know. Don’t really pay attention to things like that. Mostly I’m focusing on how to make people tip me more. Toby’s been teaching me psychology tricks.”

“I can guarantee,” Adam says, “telling people about your tip related psychology tricks is not a way to get them to tip you more. I’ll tip you, like, 25%, but that’s because you’re my friend.”

Happy grins. “Then it worked!”

Adam avoids the urge to tell her it didn’t work the way she’d intended, but he does leave the big tip.

As they walk back into the windy chill of the day, Matt ramps himself up again.

“I can’t believe Nick is – is sleeping with the diner guy!” Matt says, immediately going red. “I – this isn’t – why?!”

“Is this a classist thing?” Adam asks, walking down the street back to his dorm. At the very least, he knows it’ll be empty for a while. “Are you mad your brother for sleeping with a townie?”

“No!” Matt says, and his hair is getting in on the drama, too. “I – that’s – not it.”

Adam studies Matt’s face for a few minutes. “Oh,” he says grinning. “You’re mad because you had a crush on Mox first.”

“I – did not!” Matt says, but he won’t meet Adam’s eyes.

Adam flashes his ID at the desk attendant as Matt stomps ahead of him. “You did,” Adam says. “Oh, this would be so funny if you weren’t dating me.”

Matt gets to Adam’s door and gestures to it angrily. “Open the door.”

“Why?” Adam asks. “So you can tell me how bad you want Mox to fuck you?”

Matt whines and stomps his foot. “No, because I want you to eff me, okay?”

Adam pauses, key halfway twisted in the lock. “Come again?”

“I – I liked Mox, a while ago,” Matt says. “Okay? I did. I thought – shut up.” Adam turns away and keeps opening the door and decides not to mention he hasn’t actually said anything. He pushes it open. “You’re not allowed to talk right now. Let me explain.”

Matt shoves past him and throws himself on Adam’s bed. “Before Nick went here, Mox and I flirted a few times at the diner when I was a freshman and all, so, yeah. I kind of liked him. But then I met you at the beginning of this year, and now I like you.”

At least, that’s what Adam heard. Matt’s face is shoved into Adam’s pillow so he can’t be certain.

“I know you like me,” Adam says, sitting on the bed next to Matt. It’s strangely reminiscent of the night they kissed the first time. “I was just teasing.”

Matt rolls over. “That’s the thing, though,” he says. “I don’t just like you.” He presses his lips together, and Adam thinks he can hear his heart racing.

Adam leans in and kisses Matt without pausing to think about it, laying across Matt’s body. He – he can feel that Matt’s hard against him, and his entire body electrifies with it.

“You know what I’m saying, right?” Matt asks, pulling back and tucking rogue curls behind Adam’s ear. “I love you.”

Adam nods, head spinning with all of it. “I – I love you too,” he manages to say. He didn’t know he did, not yet, but now, with Matt under him, with everything.

He’s sure.

Their clothes disappear in favor of roaming hands and lips. Adam doesn’t know what’s going to happen next, but he knows he’ll say yes to anything Matt asks of him.

“Are you,” Matt asks, lips parted and eyes bright underneath Adam. “I mean, I want to – do you want to?”

Adam brushes Matt’s hair away from his face, suddenly so glad Nick is busy. “Yes,” he breathes. “Yes, anything, with you. I want to. But, um. I’ve never – I mean, I’ve, like, kissed. Obviously. And- well, it depends – what do you want to do?”

Matt smiles. “Am I gonna be one of your first times?” He reaches up and plays with Adam’s hair where it’s fallen out of the ponytail.

“First time,” Adam whispers. “When it mattered.”

Matt’s eyes widen. “Oh,” he says. “Oh, okay. If you want to slow down, we slow down.” He reaches up again and cups Adam’s cheek, and it’s so sweet that Adam almost loses it right then and there.

“Do you want to slow down?” Adam asks.

Matt shakes his head. “Not even a little bit. But if you want to slow – ”

“No,” Adam says. “I want – I want you.”

Matt exhales, eyes deadly serious on Adam’s face. “Okay,” he says quietly. “I’m all yours.”

Matt is immeasurable kind and gentle, talking it out with Adam, explaining what to do, all while their hands are lined and Adam kisses along Matt’s body.

“You – you’re incredible,” Adam mutters. Matt throws an arm around Adam’s neck. “You know that?”

“You’re not so bad yourself,” Matt says. “I – oh, okay. You’re doing so good at this.”

Adam feels himself turn pink. “I am?”

“So good,” Matt says. “And I’m ready, if you are.” He looks a little smug. “If you have what we need, that is.”

Adam flashes back to the beginning of the semester, when he, Toby, and Piper had found themselves at Walmart.

“I, um. I do.”

Matt’s face lights up with excitement. “You do?”

Adam nods. “Piper told me and Toby we were too – I think she said vanilla?” He feels his face burn pink. “She made us get a bunch of lube. Condoms.” He forces out the last word. “There’s a couple vibrators in there, too.”

Matt giggles. “Yeah?”

He nods. “She’s very persuasive, Piper.”

Matt stands and walks over to his desk. “In here?”

Adam presses his lips together and nods. “Yeah.

“Can I open it?” Matt asks quietly. “I know you don’t like people in your stuff.”

“You’re not just people,” Adam says. “Go ahead.”

Matt takes out the lube and some condoms, wordlessly looking to Adam, who nods. Matt’s always got a way of getting Adam’s heart racing like this.

“I’m ready if you want to,” Matt says quietly, coming over to the bed. He sits down on the bed, eyes on Adam’s.

Adam has to steady his breathing. “You are?” It feels too soon, or too fast, for Matt. He doesn’t want to over do it, but Matt seems confident.

“I just – tell me what you want,” Matt says. “I want to make sure you know, so I know, and so we, like, understand each other.”

Adam laughs as he slots himself in between Matt’s legs. “I want to fuck you, you idiot.”

Matt beams at him. “Okay. Yeah, perfect.”

Adam’s never felt like this before, when he and Matt connect. There are fumbling fingers and limbs, some laughter, pauses to kiss. His entire mind is consumed with how Matt looks and feels, how he tastes when they kiss, how he sounds when Adam tries a different move with his hips.

He’s watched a lot of movies. He’s read a lot of books. But none of the words spoken or written are enough to explain how this moment consumes him.

Matt’s little encouragements, praise, gentle touches, anchor him to the moment. Without them, he thinks he’d float away somewhere else.

“Matt,” he warns. “I – I think I’m…”

“That’s okay,” Matt says. “I, um, I can take care of myself after.”

“Definitely not,” Adam says. “I’ll take care of you as long as you want.”

Matt makes an interesting, irresistible little whine, and Adam can’t hold it back anymore. His mind and body coalesce into spinning, whirling bliss with Matt’s name on his lips, and he gives himself a few seconds to breathe. It feels real, overwhelmingly so, and he has to lean down to kiss Matt.

“Hold on,” he whispers against Matt’s lips. “I – give me, like, three seconds.”

“Take your time,” Matt says, beaming up at Adam, and god isn’t that a sight he wants to see every day.

Adam ties off the condom and chucks it in the trash can, then comes back to Matt. “So, um, I’ve never – like jokes with popsicles and whatever –”

“I promise,” Matt says, “whatever you do will be amazing.”

Adam ducks down and tries his best to get this right. He will admit it’s messy, but Matt’s got a hand in his hair and is squirming, which makes him think he’s doing okay.

“Adam,” Matt whimpers, “you’re – oh my god – you’re really good at this.” He whines and twitches his hips. Automatically, Adam throws an arm across Matt’s hips to still him.

“You have no idea how hot this is,” Matt pants. “I’m gonna – Adam, I’m about to –”

He has a decision to make. Adam picks up the pace and grins when Matt cries his name with a hand resting on the back of his head. It’s not exactly what he expected, a little startling, but it’s worth it to hear Matt breathless and giggling farther up on the bed.

“You’re glowing,” Matt says, smoothing his hand over Adam’s hair. “Like, you usually have a sunshiney thing going with the long blond hair, but you’re really glowy right now.”

Adam ducks his head, the intensity of the eye contact almost too much. “I am?”

“Yes.”

Adam lifts his head to see Matt with an angelic smile on his face. “You are, too.”

They kiss and hold each other, and Adam decides this might be his favorite moment of his life. It’s important to him to remember it so he can keep it as his favorite memory, too.

“So,” Adam says. “You excited to go back to classes tomorrow?”

“I can’t believe you’re asking about classes right now,” Matt laughs, draping a leg across Adam’s. “You’re such a nerd.”

“And?” Adam asks.

“And that’s what I like about you,” Matt says.

The last bit of the semester goes by too quickly – two weeks aren’t enough time to study, take midterms, and spend time with Matt. They go to a few smaller parties, lose to Kenny and Piper at every video game known to Kenny’s game collection, and stay up to late studying in the library until they get so giggly they get kicked out.

On his last day, two hours before his parents are supposed to pick him up before winter break, he grabs Matt as he’s leaving his last final.

“You done?” Adam asks. His last final was the day before, but their little group had a study party at Toby’s apartment the night before and he and Matt had had some time of their own afterwards.

Matt nods. “It felt good. Must be all that tutoring you gave me.” He winks, and Adam blushes.

“I can’t believe you called sex ‘tutoring’ in front of your brother last night,” Adam mutters. “Like, that was so transparent even Happy picked up on it.”

Matt shrugs. “And?”

Adam pulls him in and kisses him. “I love you,” he murmurs against Matt’s lips. “I’m gonna miss you so damned much.”

“Me too,” Matt says. “But it’s only a month, right?”

Adam nods. “Only a month.” They kiss again, then Adam reaches for his pocket. “I, um. I was hoping you could open your Christmas present now.”

Matt nods. “Okay.”

Adam did a terrible job of wrapping the picture frame, but he hands it to Matt anyway. Matt opens it carefully, unpeeling the crumpled paper with gentle fingers, and looking at it.

“It’s all of us,” Matt says, fingertips brushing over where he and Adam are next to each other in the cover picture of the photo album. “It’s the picture of all of us from the Halloween party.”

Adam nods. “That’s the first night we all took a picture together.” He brushes some hair from Matt’s cheeks. “Very found family of us. The rest is other pictures from the semester, so you – so you can look back if you’re lonely.”

Matt dives in and kisses Adam, arms thrown around his neck. “Thank you,” he murmurs. “This is the best gift ever.” He steps back. “Yours is in my apartment, though.”

“Oh!” Adam says. “That kind of gift?”

“Well, yes, that too,” Matt says, rolling his eyes with a smile. “But, like, the actual gift is in there, too. They wouldn’t let me bring anything into the test room.”

They walk, hand in hand, to Matt’s apartment that he shares with Toby, and Matt all but shoves him on the couch. “Wait here,” Matt says. “I’ll go get your gift.”

“Still feels like you’re gonna walk out naked and say I’m all you want for Christmas,” Adam yells after Matt, but he stretches out on the couch.

Matt comes back and holds out a smally, square box. “Here.”

Adam opens it and pulls out the keychain. There’s a picture of him and Matt at the top, and, below, a Spotify code etched into the metal.

“Scan it,” Matt says, bouncing on his toes. “It’s, like, a 2020’s version of a mixtape.”

Adam scans the code and sees a playlist called Adamantium.

“Adamantium?”

“Because you make me strong,” Matt says beaming. “It’s songs that make me think of you.”

Adam reaches up and yanks Matt down. “This is the best gift ever.”

He and Matt are really ramping up when the door crashes open with a bang and they pull apart to see Toby and Happy making out and running into the kitchen.

“Oh,” Matt says. “Alright, then.”

“Shut up,” Happy says. “You have an apartment, right Cowboy?”

“I – yes?” Adam says. “Cowboy?”

“You and the stupid fuckin’ belt buckles,” Happy says. “Out. I have a boyfriend to fuck.”

“I’m the boyfriend!” Toby says, and Adam is surprised he managed to bag such a smoke show as Happy freaking Quinn.

“We can go to your dorm,” Matt says, grinning. “I have it, unfortunately, on good authority that Nick is otherwise occupied.”

They fall together in Adam’s dorm, the lingering feeling of the last time until they see each other next sticking in Adam’s heart, but it’s good. It’s always so, so good.

And he’s always so, so in love.

Matt helps Adam pack up the essentials, and then Adam’s parents are texting to say they’re here. “Probably too soon to meet the parents,” Matt says, small smile. “Maybe next semester?”

“Okay,” Adam says, exhaling. “I’ll see you soon, right?”

Matt nods. “So soon.” He stands on his toes and yanks Adam in for what is clearly one final kiss, their hair messed up and hearts full. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Adam rests his forehead against Matt’s. “Thank you for being the best part of my semester.”

Matt tilts his head up and steals one last, perfect kiss.

~

Mini Playlist:

Nonsense - Sabrina Carpenter

Kiss You - One Direction

Look After You - The Fray

I Think I'm In Love - Kat Dahlia

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Copycat: Cryptomnesia —(Marvel Fem!Oc)

A/N: Happy New year! -Danny

Words: 1,583

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Listen to: ‘High Hopes’ -by Kodaline

xxv: A Really Good Lawyer

The mutant arrived right on time for her first day, she had her sunglasses on, and her silver hair was falling neatly on her back for the first time ever. Now her identities had switched places, and Cat was the one who would remain hidden.

She entered the elevator, and two men walked out of it.

"Good morning!" Foggy Nelson looked at her as if she were Santa Claus. "You're Copycat!"

Matthew tensed, but Cat was too shocked to feel anything. "Yes."

"I'm Franklin Nelson, but everyone calls me Foggy," he said amicably. "This is my partner, Matt Murdock, we just had a reunion with your boss."

"Oh," she said. "Okay. I, er... I-I suppose we'll be working together?"

"Well, there's no reason to believe your boss will need us soon, he just asked for a bit of legal advice. Matt's friends with him."

Matthew cleared his throat. "It'd be better to not go around saying that to everyone, Foggy."

"Sorry," he looked at Cat with a faint blush.

To make him feel less awkward, she decided to share as well. "I'm friends with Mrs. Stark, she hired me to protect Harley. He's got no Iron Man suit so he'll need to be looked after."

"But you're an Avenger, right?"

Matthew did a throaty noise that sounded like laughter. Cat looked at him with a frown. "I work here, not with the Avengers."

Foggy nodded at her, Matthew excused himself and started to leave. Foggy said his goodbyes too, and she closed the elevator.

"What the fuck..."

Happy was waiting for her outside Harley's office. "Boss wants you at her office."

"Haven't done anything!" She complained.

"She doesn't want you there to scold you."

"Oh. Hey, I have a question," Cat followed him through the hall. "Are we going to hire Nelson, Murdock & Page?"

"It was Harley's idea," Happy shrugged. "Thought you'd be happy to see them."

"Why don't we stick with the old law firm?"

"That's not up to us."

Cat walked to Pepper's office with a clear pout on her face. Outside the door she fixed her posture, Cat knocked once, and Pepper told her she could come in. She made her way to stand behind Harley, who gave her a brief smile. Cat was trying hard to pay attention to what they were saying.

Despite the tension, seeing Matthew safe and sound gave her peace.

"Take a seat, C.C." Pepper looked at Harley and Cat with a serious yet motherly expression. "You're gonna tell me what the hell you're up to."

The young adults shared a look, and Cat sighed.

"I thought you wouldn't notice for at least a month..."

"Speak."

"All I'll say is... we're about to save you so much money."

Pepper's face fell. "You're so much like Tony it's scary."

"Let's not go there," Cat took off her sunglasses and placed them above her head.

"Okay," Pepper grabbed a few files, "but I'm warning you, C.C., I'll retire next year and I'll leave Harley as the CEO—"

"Wait, what?"

"You're far more responsible and put together than Tony was at your age, and you're already older than he was when he became CEO— but that doesn't mean I don't have other options. You can bring new and good things to the table, if you ruin this, you won't get a second chance."

Harley was pale and speechless, Cat nodded somberly. "Got it."

"Good," Pepper walked to the door and opened it for them. "See you."

"You look like you're about to die," Cat placed the tea in front of Harley. "Calm down, I have everything under control."

"The CEO!" He drank half of his cup at once. "Is she crazy?"

"She wants to focus on being a mother," Cat sat in front of him. "This is a tough call for her, you know? She'd love to see Tony's legacy through, but it must be tiring... she's been doing this for fifteen years."

"Could keep going though, she's young."

"That's not the problem," Cat pointed out. "Bet all she wants is a quiet life after all that's happened, enjoy Morgan before she's off to college."

Harley frowned. "Morgan's seven."

"Kids don't stay little forever. We were eighteen yesterday and now we're twenty-four."

The young man pushed his short curls back. "It feels like yesterday when I found Tony in my workshop..."

"And now you're the future CEO of Stark Industries," she smiled.

"Feels wrong."

"Well, I think you deserve it," she shrugged. "Can't think of another guy as smart and hardworking. You were by far the best choice. The only choice."

Harley hesitated. "Are you sure you wanna do this?"

Cat looked around, her friend fitted there perfectly... but she had to do what she had to do, she'd just make sure it wouldn't risk Harley's future.

"If anything goes south, I'll take full responsibility. You hired Nelson Murdock & Page for this reason, right? Matt knows who I am and he'll know what to do if I mess up."

Her friend made a face. "I haven't, I knew you'd be against hiring him. I just asked for advice."

"Well, I'm not mad exactly," she sighed, "he's a mighty good lawyer, he's the best choice."

"Really?"

She snorted. "Fuck no! If I need a lawyer I'll call Jennifer Walters. But I won't deny it didn't feel good to see him again."

Harley rolled his eyes, but he was grinning. "Fine. Let's move on to the next part."

Cat called Bucky Barnes, and the man replied almost instantly.

"What?"

"Hi, grumpy, nice to hear my voice, I expect," she said. "Are you sitting down? You should sit down."

"What do you want?"

"It's not what I want, it's what I'm about to do," she said sweetly. "You know Sharon Carter?"

"What about her?"

"She's the powerbroker," Cat revealed. "You're the only guy I can trust with this information."

"What about Sam?"

"I don't have his number."

"Wise guy."

"Buck, are you not listening—"

"First, don't call me Buck, alright?" He said. "Second, why would I believe you? You've been missing for months. Valentina's got Ken and taskmaster after you?"

"They won't find me. You haven't told them I'm Copycat, right?"

"Of course not."

"Well, as long as you keep your mouth shut I'll be fine. I'm not lying, Sharon threatened to reveal who I was to every mobster I've ever inconvenienced."

"You got proof?"

"I got her fingerprints all over an envelope with dirty money. And I know where she lives in Madripoor... and I know some of her pals are after me."

He was quiet for a moment. "You realize if we go after her, she'll know it was you."

"I'm counting on it."

"Cat, what are you gonna do?"

"Call me once it's done. Oh! And don't tell Valentina about this, she's working with Wilson Fisk."

Cat hung up, Harley was staring at her.

"Just say it," she rolled her eyes.

"You must be one, if not the most exasperating hero to partner with."

"You would know, you're my number one collaborator," she smirked. "And I'm no hero, Junior."

"I believe the number one title belongs to Nightcrawler, thank God," he snorted. "Probably because he's equally annoying."

"I love him," she beamed. "Well, Sharon's no longer our problem, now we move forward."

"Phase two," Harley turned on his computer. "Stark Expo."

The second time she ran into Matthew, it was just the two of them.

This time she felt less awkward about it, she'd been mentally preparing in case a surprise encounter happened. Besides, she'd been caught up thinking about the prospect of seeing Kate that weekend, and Matthew didn't look as tense when she accidentally bumped into him.

"Good morning," she said.

Matthew waited until they entered the lobby to respond. "Thought you were in L.A."

"Haven't been there since April last year," she replied. "I heard you were there assisting She-hulk, was it fun?"

"What are you doing here?"

"That's not what you wanna ask me," she said with a smirk. "But I won't force you. I'm Harley's bodyguard 24/7 now. Whether you believe it or not, that's your business."

Matthew tilted his head. "You're not lying."

"You were listening to my heartbeat?" She asked in outrage. "No, I'm not lying 'cause I'm not a mythomaniac," Cat shook her head, she was tired of being so defensive all the time. "You were right that night though, I was a coward."

"Cat—"

"You see right through me," she laughed, pressing the elevator's button. "No pun intended. I didn't want to be a good person 'cause I wasn't good at it, but then Karen told me she'd never seen you that happy and I... I didn't know how to handle being someone's source of joy. I dropped the ball."

"So what are you doing working as a bodyguard instead?"

The doors to the elevator opened and they got in. "You don't expect me to just go ahead and tell you, right?"

Matthew sighed. "Didn't hurt to try."

Cat wished she could get closer, her heart ached for more of him. It frustrated her, progress and months apart felt like nothing standing beside him.

"Are you okay?"

He chortled. "That's not what you wanna ask me."

" I didn't want to hurt you—"

"You're alright and so am I. Let's focus on the present."

"Matthew..."

"Please, Cat. Let's not."

She lowered her gaze. "Okay."

"I heard you're seeing someone anyway," he continued. "Happy warned me as soon as he saw me."

"He can't keep his mouth shut. It's none of his business."

Matt hummed. "You know, I actually went to L.A. to get my suit fixed in that place you mentioned. That's how I met Jen."

Cat was aware of how selfish it was to feel jealous over nothing. "Cool."

"She was here last month."

"Let's not," she responded curtly.

Matthew smiled. "Maybe we should a little, to get it out of the way."

"What for?"

"To make sure we stay away."

The elevator opened on Cat's floor, she walked out but Matt stayed in.

"I don't think we can stay away considering what we are."

"Coworkers?"

The doors started closing.

"Idiots."

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31 New Years Eve // Rose's Ratts and Reef

Finn had wondered what they would be doing back on campus right now if they had decided to go home earlier. Part of him regretted agreeing and planning to stay as long as they did, but their plans wern't without their charms. Not much different than a party they would probably be having back in Montana, but it hit different being out in the woods by a shimmering lake. It was cold but Matt and Ryan had bought Finn all he needed to be warm and well dressed. Of course they bought for something for him be Rose in, so that's what he stuck to for the party.

The party Matt and Ryan assured her would be fun and that they would keep her safe from all the concerns she had. They said it was the kind of party everyone should go to at least once and they were happy to be her first. Surely they would be, and she suspected a few time on this trip they even tried despite the charade they were supposed to upkeep now that they were staying with Matt's family.

Once things had gotten a little weird during the room trade off. They had drank and smoked and decide to spend some time as 3 guys instead of all of them having to play their rolls to maintain their sanity and group moral. Finn didn't remember how they got there, why he was laying on Matt's chest or why he even let Ryan climb on top of him, but he hummed against his lips when he kissed him. He lets Matt's hand slide into his hair when they kiss, his own hands pressed to the others chest. Maybe the only thing that breaks the spell and saves his dignity is the sound of footsteps overhead. Matt's family wasn't even sleeping. Despite both if them trying assure Finn he didn't have to leave even if they stopped, he had went to bed in the other room for the night. He wasn't sure why he was so reluctant to let anything go too far with any of the boys who chased eachother around and swapoed spit in Greek row, but he did have an idea.

Now at the party , she wasn't really being paid any mind at the moment. Most people were catching up with friends who went off to different colleges, already had seasonal links or partners they brought home. Some new girl was strongly not the top priority as midnight rolled in. That was fine, she was enjoying the view by the fire, checking her phone once in a while but trying to conserve the low battery so using it sparingly. She doesn't realise Matt and Ryan had found their way back to her until they were both at her sides as the countdown began.

Ringing in the new year sat on a fallen tree with friends by a fire was pretty decent. It was even nice when they both kissed him on the cheek and thanked him for being there. They really were sweet under all the layers of asshole they hid themselves under. It only stung a little seeing them kiss at midnight, really kiss. Seeing them commit another year to eachother them in there. No question about it. He pulls out his phone to make himself stop staring, to free his mind of fixating on it.

[Text Rose: Happy New Year! 🎉 what's the future like?

Finn smiles at the message, feeling a rush in his stomach that Ethan made a point to message even though he wouldn't officially be in 2024 for another two hours. Feeling a sense of relief he was thought of even from so far away. Even from last years.

[Text Ethan: Fucking sucks dude, robots take over 😔 You gotta hurry man, you gotta find a way to stop 2024 from coming 🤖🔫🙁 fighting for my life out here

[Text Rose: skdkfkdlslsls

ohh noooo! 🥵

wait

😱

yeah that's what I meant 👀

Finn chuckles at the stupid corny ass exchange but rereads it while he pulls a pen from his pocket and takes hit. He starts to reply but looks to the pen as he exhales. Its great quality, but much more expensive than it needed to be to get the job done. Maybe he thought if he got an expensive one Rose would stop stealing it, but she just started borrowing it instead. There was no way to deny it was his when it wasn't so generic. Not that he ever believed her anyways. He puts it back to his mouth to take another hit but just sits with the smooth plastic against his lips for a moment. It's not the first time he's thought about how Ethan’s lips had pressed against it first. He takes the second hit a little slower and breaths it out the same while he sends one more message before his phone dies and hes forced to permanently be present at this party.

[Text Ethan: 😘🤍💋👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨 Happy New Year]