#SHE CAME UP WITH THE FUCKING AIR SHOES. HEAD IN MY HANDS. OH MY GOD

[sunbedo]

I have to go to work (punches the wall bc its something other than playing this game) so the liveblogfing will cease for a little while but i wanted to say.

IM SO FUCKING ILL. SHE CAME UP WITH HIS FUCKING AIRSHOES???????????????? HEAD IN MY HANDS. BLOWS UP 1 MILLION TIMES. WALKS INTO THE OCEAN

im gpnna go so so so so insane. block #cherrygoesinsaneoversonadowgenerations gor future ref. liveblogging time

[violetarks]

third year! bakugou katsuki thinks it's pathetic how everyone tries to ask you to be their valentine while you stand absolutely awkwardly and oblivious to their advances.

he rolls his eyes, scoffing at how you tilt your head and ask 'what do you mean?' when a new second-year tries to confess through a heartfelt letter a week before valentines day. he's sitting in the cafeteria, a few tables away from you where you stand with your tray. his friends catch his line of sight and begin to watch too as you awkwardly take the letter and mention how it's your favourite colour, what a coincidence.

"man, poor y/n." kaminari sighs, "been getting bombarded with valentine's day proposals."

"acting like you werent one last year." sero snickers, elbowing the blonde, who replies with 'shut up!'.

"y/n, todoroki and momo have to be the most popular third years. i saw todoroki carrying a fruit arrangement yesterday with 'be my valentine' on some flags." mina states, drinking her orange juice.

jirou retorts, poking her food, "did you see y/n's shoe locker when they opened it? they were basically drowning in all those letters. and their desk was full of teddy bears and hearts and flowers."

"yaoyorozu told me that she felt so bad because she rejected someone who choreographed a flash mob for her." kirishima inputs, "but seriously, so many people have tried getting with y/n, it's insane."

katsuki only rolls his eyes again as you thank the person, who runs away giddily. you're so uninterested in the person that you just pocket it in your blazer for later. katsuki chuckles at the action before returning to his food.

he thinks it's so funny that everyone is fawning over you. he understood todoroki and yaoyorozu, they've been popular since day one. but you? what did anyone see in you?

"hey, bakugou, are you alright?" you ask, standing in front of him on the porch of the dormitory. it's now five days later and he blinks himself back to reality and swallows the lump in his throat. "you were kinda' just staring at me and that girl just then..."

it's true, he was. a first year, some lovesick teen girl, came to confess to you just then. you hold some chocolates in your hand and a bouquet of roses in another. your third this week, he tallies.

"i—i wasn't." he stammers, looking away. he was leaning against the pillar, watching you as he took in some fresh air. it was pure coincidence, he says. "what... did you tell 'em?"

"i felt a bit sorry, she cried a little when i said i'm not a fan of this kind of chocolate." you express, showing him the box. katsuki smirks. you were so blunt. "i still accepted it though, to make her feel better. i don't even know her, though."

"strange." he responds, staring at you, "so what now then?"

"do you want it?"

"i don't want your fucking confession candy." he scoffs, furrowed brows. he's irritated at the offer and you just tuck the chocolates underneath your arm. "why'd you say 'no'?"

"i... don't know her." you state as if it was obvious. he blinks and looks away. "i dunno', i've been getting asked a lot recently."

"that so?" it's so pathetic, how anyone would trip and fall at your feet at the slight chance to share valentine's day with you. he could think of a thousand things better to do tomorrow than spend it with you—

"how come you haven't asked me yet?" you inquire, pursing your lips, "to be your valentine?"

"hah?" he huffs out, making the most outraged expression on his face, "what the hell did you just say to me?"

you sigh, opening the entrance door with your new gifts, "nevermind."

he stares at you as you leave him alone on the porch. questions swirl in his mind, making him think about you even more. is this how you made so many admirers? you just... made them think about you? you were absolutely crazy.

that's got to me the most pathetic thing about valentine's day, right?

wrong.

katsuki annoyedly drops the chocolates that he knows for sure you love. and as he passes the flower section, oh god, the amount of time he spent trying to figure out which ones were the perfect ones. the cashier looks at him knowingly, wishing him 'goof luck' on his endeavour. katsuki scoffs and tells them to shut his mouth.

what's pathetic is that katsuki readies himself for asking you. now that he's got confirmation that you were expecting him to, he would do it. he is standing in front of your dorm door, holding the flowers and chocolates and teddy bear in his arms. he knows you have hundreds in your room right now, but... he's pathetic.

when his hand goes up to knock on your door, the elevator reaches the floor and opens to reveal you in the sports uniform.

you walk up, typing on your phone when you look up to your dorm to see him. "oh, hey."

"hey." he mumbles, trying his best to hide the presents behind his back, "went on a run?"

"no, quirk training, actually." you respond, unlockong your dorm. you walk in and turn your head. "did you need to talk to me?"

"well... i—"

"are those for valentine's day?" you point to the flowers that are badly hiden behind him.

katsuki grunts, finally revealing them, "y—yeah... i don't know how to do this."

"come in." you say, inviting him into your dorm. he nervously enters and closes the door behind him. you sit at our desk, leg over your knee, almost like you're inspecting him thoroughly. "so, who is it for?"

he stops. "huh?"

"i mean, who are you asking?" you mumble out. he doesn't know what to say. do you not remember asking him to ask you yesterday? "you're looking for advice, aren't you?"

suddenly, he's on the fire. he's in the position that he made fun of those other people for being in. and it fucking sucks.

it takes all his courage to sigh out, "no... no, you idiot. i'm asking you."

"wha—? me?" you point at yourself.

"yes! here!" he practically shoves them into your hands and steps away away. "i... want you to be my valentine tomorrow. please."

his harsh tone makes you rethink his statement. but katsuki sees a smile dawn on your face regardless, something the others who have asked you haven't seen.

"thank you, bakugou. i love them."

he knows damn well you do.

"i'd be happy to be your valentine." you confirm, standing up and placing the flowers on your desk. you put the chocolates and teddy on your bed, smiling the whole time. he gulps in anticipation, despite you already saying 'yes'. "thank you, truly. it's perfect."

katsuki clears his throat, hands in his pockets and he looks away, "'s nothin'."

you chuckle and step towards him, hand on his shoulder as you give him a gentle kiss on the cheek.

"whatever you say. where did you wann' go tomorrow?"

he thinks it's pathetic how on valentine's day, you drag him to all the couple stalls and events, and even do a hand-reading (katsuki lets out a sigh of relief when they said that you two are quite the perfect match), but when it's with you, it's a lot less embarrassing to do it. in fact, he'd relive this whole day again if he could.

what's pathetic is how all those people thought they could have this time with you, when all you ever wanted was bakugou katsuki himself.

[mintseung]

FIRST SIGHT L.H.S

⑅ pairing: BrothersBest friendLee!heeseung x gn!reader.

⑅ genre: Smut / fluff (MDNI!)

⑅ warnings: jerking off, reader fucking Heeseung's d!ck. Idk if I missed one

WC: 2.5k??

Pt2 OUT NOW

It was a rainy day, and you were in the living room, reading a book, while your mother was busy cooking in the kitchen. The rhythmic patter of raindrops against the windows filled the air when suddenly, the door opened. You looked up and saw your older brother Jay entering with another guy you didn't recognize. They both stepped inside, shaking off the rain and carefully removing their shoes before proceeding further into the house.

"Mom, I'm home!" your brother shouted as he sat on the sofa with his friend. Your mother came into the living room and said, "Oh, you're home! And who's this?" She smiled at the guy. The guy stood up and bowed. "Hello, Mrs. Park. I'm Lee Heeseung, Jay's classmate," he said with a warm smile. "What a polite kid. You should be like that too, Jay," she joked.

"Okay, I'll go back to cooking. Make Heeseung feel at home, okay?" she said, walking back to the kitchen. You nodded and turned back to the living room. Your brother called out to you, "Hey, loser," and you looked up at him. He was smiling and holding out a cup of milk tea. "I got you boba," he said, his smile widening.

You couldn't help but smile back. You stood up from the couch and walked over to Jay, who handed you the milk tea. As you took it, you glanced over at Heeseung and your eyes met. Heeseung gave you a warm smile, and you felt your cheeks red.

Years have passed, and Heeseung has started coming to your house more often. Whenever you two make eye contact, your face turns as red as a tomato. One day, as you are lost in thought, staring at Heeseung for what feels like an eternity, your brother notices and teases you, "You okay, loser? You've been staring at Heeseung for a minute now." His eyes remain focused on the game as his fingers deftly manipulate the controller. Startled by the sudden realization, you stammer, "Uh, yeah, I am. Sorry." Feeling embarrassed, you awkwardly walk away and head to the kitchen to compose yourself.

*Slams locker* "My God, Y/N, you've been drooling over Heeseung for years now, but you won't admit it," your friend says with a smirk, leaning against the row of lockers. You sigh, feeling a mix of frustration and embarrassment. "I know, but he's my brother's best friend. He probably sees me as a little sister," you reply, your voice tinged with resignation as you continue walking through the crowded school hallway.

Your friend shakes their head, clearly not convinced. "Still, you never know unless you try. Maybe he sees you differently now."

Just as you're about to respond, you hear a familiar voice call out, "Hey, Y/N!" You stop in your tracks and turn around, your heart skipping a beat. There, walking towards you with his hands casually tucked into his pockets, is Heeseung. He has that easy smile on his face that always makes your stomach having a war inside.

Your friend nudges you with a knowing grin. "Speak of the devil. Go talk to him. I'll catch up with you later." She gave you a little shove in Heeseung's direction before disappearing into the sea of students.

Trying to steady your nerves, you plaster on a smile and wait for Heeseung to reach you. "Oh hey" you say, hoping your voice doesn’t betray how flustered you feel.

"Hey, Y/N," he says, stopping in front of you. "Your brother will be late today, and he asked me to drive you home after school since I'll be at your house anyway, waiting for him."

"Okay! I'll see you at the school garden after class," you say, holding back your smile.

"Sounds great, see ya," he replies before walking away.

"God, there's a whole zoo in my stomach right now," you tell yourself.

You and your friends were walking out of the campus when one of them said, "Oh hey y/n, are you coming with us?" Another chimed in, "Yeah y/n? There's a new tteokbokki shop open down the street!" Before you could respond, a voice interrupted, "Hey y/n, ready to go?" You all turned to see Heeseung walking towards you with his hands in his pockets.

"God y/n! You didn't tell us you have a handsome boyfriend," Sunoo exclaimed, his jaw dropping to the floor. You didn't reply, captivated by Heeseung's beauty. As Heeseung reached you, he looked at your friends and said, "Hey, you guys must be y/n's friends, right?" He smiled as he took your backpack off your shoulder.

You snapped out of your reverie, shaking your head slightly. "Stop assuming and no, he's not my boyfriend, And yes, these are my friends, Sunoo, Jungwon, and Shin," you said, introducing them to Heeseung who smiled warmly at each of them. "So you're single?" Sunoo teased, nudging you playfully. You shot him a look and lightly hit his shoulder, silently telling him to stop. Heeseung chuckled at the playful banter. "Yeah, I am," Heeseung replied, his smile widening as he glanced back at you.

"We're about to go eat, you wanna come with us?" Jungwon asked, heeseung smiled "sure" he replied.

As you all walked, your friends were chatting animatedly ahead of you, leaving you and Heeseung to walk together side by side. Heeseung glanced over at you, breaking the silence. "So your friends thought I was your boyfriend?" he teased, a smirk playing on his lips. "Shut up," you replied with a playful punch to his chest, both of you chuckling softly. "Where did Jay go though?" you asked, curiosity evident on your face. "Hmm, secret~" Heeseung teased back, a mischievous glint in his eyes. You rolled your eyes but couldn't help but smile at his playful demeanor.

As you entered the tteokbokki shop, your friends quickly found a table. Shin grabbed a menu and started browsing. "So, what will you guys want?" she asked, flagging down a passing waiter. "I'll have two orders of tteokbokki, chicken wings, and a beer," you said decisively, scanning the menu with a grin. Heeseung looked at you with a raised eyebrow. "Why are you drinking beer?" he asked. "I'm not a minor anymore, you know," you retorted, meeting his gaze confidently.

"Cancel the beer," he said firmly, catching the waiter's attention. As the waiter adjusted the order, you glared at Heeseung. "Hey, why did you do that?" you protested, lightly hitting his shoulder. "I'll get killed by your brother if I let you drink," he explained, crossing his arms. "He won't know if you won't tell him!" You roll your eyes.

While eating, you noticed Heeseung was solely focused on the tteokbokki and hadn't tried any of the other dishes on the table. Curious, you picked up a piece of chicken and held it out to him. "Try this," you urged, waiting for him to take a bite. "Do I really have to?" he teased, looking at you with a playful glint in his eyes. "Just do it," you replied, playfully impatient. Heeseung finally relented and took a bite of the chicken. His expression softened into a smile. "Tastes good," he admitted, surprising you by grabbing your hand to take another bite of the chicken.

As you all walked out of the shop, your friends thanked Heeseung for treating them to the meal. "We should get going, it's kinda late" Sunoo suggested, breaking the moment. "Good luck to both of you, then, I mean stay safe" Shin teased with a mischievous grin.

"Oh, shut up," you replied with an eye roll, playfully nudging Shin. Despite the teasing, you couldn't hide the slight blush on your cheeks from the meaningful glance exchanged between you and Heeseung.

While walking with him, you saw a claw machine. You ran toward it and inserted a coin as Heeseung followed you. "Like plushies, hm?" he asked, crossing his arms beside you. You mumbled in response, too focused on getting the plushie from the claw machine.

"OH, FUCK THIS CLAW MACHINE!" you yelled, kicking it in frustration.

"Yoyo, chill. I'll get it for you," he said, moving closer. As he took your hand and you both controlled the joystick together, your heart started beating faster. It felt like your world was about to explode.

While he was focused on the claw machine, you decided to look at his face. "He's so handsome," you whispered to yourself. You didn't realize that he had already won a prize; you were too distracted by his beauty. He looked at you, and for a moment, you both just stared at each other.

The eye contact broke when Heeseung's phone started ringing. He took it out of his pocket and turned around to answer the call. You crouched down, retrieved the plushie from the claw machine, and smiled. It was a hamster plushie, and you thought to yourself how much it resembled Heeseung.

After Heeseung finished the call, he returned to you and looked at the plushie you were holding. "Happy now?" he asked, smiling.

"Mhm, yes, thank you!" you replied, smiling back at him before looking at the plushie again.

"By the way, your brother will be staying for an extra two days because his girlfriend wants to spend some time with him for... some stuff. I don't really know the details," he said.

"Oh okay. Uhhh... Heeseung, can I take a picture of you with the plushie? You kinda look like it!" you said, readying your camera.

"Sure, why not?" he laughed.

You tried to reach Heeseung's cheeks to put the plushie beside his face, but he was a bit taller than you. "Uh, mind bending down? I'm literally 5'6 here!" you said, glaring at him.

He chuckled and bent down so you could place the plushie beside his face. 'Click.' "Cute!" you said, looking at the photo and smiling.

You and Heeseung went inside your house, glad to be out of the rain. Since your parents were away for a month for work, the house was empty, and you had it all to yourselves.

"I'll get going already," Heeseung replied softly.

"But the rain is pouring really hard outside. Are you sure you want to leave?" you asked, concern evident in your voice. "It's late and really unsafe out there. You could stay in Jay's room."

You smiled reassuringly at him, and he returned the smile. "Alright, fine, I'll stay," he agreed, slipping off his shoes.

"I'll go take a quick hot shower," you said, and Heeseung nodded, settling onto the couch and switching on the TV to play games.

After taking a nice hot shower, you stepped out and went to the living room to call Heeseung. "Hey, Heeseung, it's your turn to take a bath," you told him as he put down the controller and looked at you for a moment. Heeseung's jaw almost dropped as he saw you with your wet hair, a fitted crop top (which you often wore at home), and short shorts. He stared at you momentarily when you called his name.

"You okay, Hee?" you asked as water dripped from your hair. He finally snapped out of his daze when he heard you calling. "Uh, yes. Can you lend me some towels?" he asked, standing up.

"Sure, wait," you replied, heading upstairs to grab some towels and a pair of comfortable clothes for Heeseung. While he took a bath, you were in the kitchen, eating bread and milk, scrolling through Instagram.

After Heeseung finished his bath, you both retired to separate rooms for the night. However, you couldn't sleep due to fear of the thunder outside, causing you to shake under your blanket. Normally, you would seek comfort by sleeping with your mom, but your parents weren't home, leaving you unable to sleep. Finding yourself in front of Jay's room, you knocked softly. Heeseung opened the door with sleepy eyes, seeing you holding your pillow.

"I can't sleep, I'm scared of the thunder," you said fearfully, pouting slightly.

"Oh, come sleep with me then," Heeseung replied, opening the door wider so you could enter. As you stepped inside, you immediately lay down on the bed, hugging your pillow. Heeseung chuckled softly, finding you cute as he lay down beside you. Despite his presence, you were still shaking in fear from the loud thunder outside.

Heeseung opened his arms invitingly. "You know I don't mind comforting you?"

"Are you sure?" you asked with a shaky voice.

"Mhm, yes, come on now," he reassured you. You wrapped your arms around his back as you rested your head on his chest. Gradually, you started to feel more comfortable as he began rubbing your back soothingly, helping to calm your nerves.

In the morning, you woke up with Heeseung's arm wrapped around your waist. He felt warm and cuddly, just as you had felt last night. As you pushed yourself back to get a bit more comfortable, he wrapped one leg around yours. However, as you adjusted yourself a bit, you suddenly felt that Heeseung was hard.

Heeseung woke up feeling his boxers were sticky, and he realized he was hugging you. "Omg, I'm sorry, Yn!" He stood up and bowed. "Do you want me to help you?" You asked him innocently. Heeseung already knows what you meant. "Uhm, what are you talking about?" he asked nervously. "I mean, s-sure if you don't mind," he said as he lay down. You carefully removed his pants and looked at him, eyeing him that your gonna take of his boxers. As you remove his boxers you saw his dick was hard, those veins popping out, precum in his slit, his pinkish mushroom tip, you dreamed about this already.

You start pumping up and down making heeseung moaning your name, you start to rub your thumb over his slit making him grab the bed sheets.You opened your mouth and licked his tip.

"Ahh Yn faster please" he begs, you know he was close already. You start to pump faster while sucking his balls, after a second he cummed in your hand and face, making him moan loud.

He realized he had made a mess and got up, visibly embarrassed. "I'm sorry, y/n, I didn't mean to" he apologized sheepishly. As you licked the remnants of the mess from your hand "yum" you look at him.

[nymphomatique]

I NEED MORE OF LOSER NERD MIGUEL PLEASEEEEE YOU'VE AWAKENED SOMETHING IN ME

ask and you shall receive they say! here’s some more word vomit 2 hold u over while the full fic is loading 🤭

cw: mean reader LOL she calls miguel a bitch, foot humping, spit, shoe licking🫣, d/s play, miguel is down horrendous, hair pulling. might have missed smt but oh well. also this isn’t proofread oops lolz. but enjoy!! 💋

in #my opinion i think that loser boy miguel is into the degrading stuff. like the more embarrassing it is for him the more it turns him on.

setting the scene for you: miguel is over at your dorm doing you online lab work for you on your laptop while you’re getting ready to go out. naturally you have on the skimpiest number, tits out, ass out, the body is hypnotic, the whole nine.

miguel steals glances of you because while you may be a little bit of a bitch sometimes, god were you beautiful. you catch him staring and sneer at him and it makes him blush and duck his head down once more to do his- your homework.

the finisher? the heels you put on. they’re patent black pumps, red bottoms naturally. and miguel absolutely loses it. he feels his dick start to twitch in his sweats instantly and is already blushing a furious red.

“what’s got you excited, dweeb?” you tease, putting on your earrings. “bet your little nerd dick got hard looking at me, huh.”

he doesn’t say anything and just blushes even more and you laugh because he really is hard! nerd or not, one thing you can’t deny is the meat miguel is packing. you could fit some fun for the two of you before your uber came, if you were fast that is.

“promise it’s not cus i’m a perv.. i swear.. you look nice. s’all.” miguel sputters under your intense gaze.

“yeah? what part of me do you think looks the nicest, hmm?” you say while sauntering over him. he looks down at your shoes silently and you see the tent in his pants twitch. “you got a fucking shoe fetish, freak?” you giggle.

“n-no! it’s not-” he tries but you’re already thinking of how to embarrass him.

“don’t lie to me. you like the mommy dom shit, huh? well, come hump mommies foot.” you say standing only two feet away from where he’s sitting on the bed. he stares up at you with his glasses widening his already blown out eyes. “or don’t. i don’t have all day.”

with that he moves your laptop aside and strips down to his briefs. he makes his way to walk over to you but an idea strikes you. “crawl to me.”

and crawl he does, his tan skin and blooming back musculature making it’s way towards you on all fours.

“good boy. kiss my shoes and thank them before you start.” you say, your downcast gaze holding all the same authority and tension as your tone. he places both of his hands on the floor and begins to lower his lips to your shoe, his full lips making contact with your shoe.

“t-thank you, mistress, f- for letting me use your shoe to get off.” he says shakily, eyes averting your gaze. your mouth pulls into a small smile at his pathetic display. you almost laugh.

“i’m pleased. you may begin.” and miguel wastes no time, his swollen dick making itself seen in his boxer print. once again, you find yourself impressed at the heavy dick miguel packs. you figure it was probably given to him in place of a backbone. he scoots until his length is at the tip of your leather clad toes and he slowly begins to grind against your foot, letting out soft exhales of air.

“hurry up, i don’t have all day.” you spit, getting a little impatient at the time he’s taking. wordless, he speeds up his humping at your foot, his hand coming up to your leg, gripping your calf and the other hand placed palm down next to your foot to steady himself. as he speeds up, his moans come out louder and more frequently, his praises seeming to slip in with them.

you’re greatful for his height, because even on his knees, the top of his head reaches your lower stomach. you grab a fist full of his thick hair and jerk his head back so he can face you, and his expression sends a wave of heat through you. his face is flushed, eyes watering, mouth open spilling out moans of “thank you, mistress, so g-good.. i’m your good boy.. wanna be good..”

“wanna be good, huh? open your mouth for me then,” and without hesitation, he opens his mouth to you, and you spit into his mouth, some hitting the corner of his lip. “close your mouth and swallow it, bitch boy.” ever so eager to follow instructions, he does with a sated expression on his face. your spit seems to have excited him more, considering he’s fully thrusting against your foot now.

“c-can i cum please mistress? it hurts so bad. n-need it please, need you. f-fuuuck,” his pleading makes something in your chest tighten, seeing the power you have over this six foot two hunk of musculature beneath you, jumping at your foot like a depraved animal. he’s looking up at you, your hand still present in his messy hair, and with a cruel smile, you allow him to cum. “cum for your mistress.”

with a few more thrusts, he releases a heavy moan and cums into his briefs, occasionally twitching during his come down. before he gets a chance to speak, you push him off your leg and place a shoe to his balls, pressing ever so slightly, releasing a pert whimper out of miguel. “you made a mess of my louboutins.” you say flatly. “clean them.”

he takes no time to get on his knees and begin to lick your heel clean of his semen. you laugh at the sight, and even more when you see he’s sporting the beginning of another erection.

“fucking pathic,” you chortle. with your uber outside, you push your heel against his forehead and begin to walk away to get your purse as if nothing happened. “finish my homework and get the fuck out, if i see you’re still here when i get back, you’re cleaning the soles of my shoes next.” and with that, you leave your dorm with miguel in his soiled underwear on your floor, and your shoes sporting a new shine.

[marvelobsessed134]

“You taste divine”

Pairings: James Hetfield x Innocent!Ulrich!Reader

A/n: back with my innocent!reader brainrot fics I love them so much. Fyi reader is 18 James is like 20 something here so it’s all legal

Warnings: smut, corruption kink, non/dub con, overstimulation, loss of virginity, praise, manipulation, James takes advantage of reader’s innocence, probably not accurate to real life events but it’s fiction so it doesn’t really matter

Ever since James met you, he’s been enamored by you. You’re just so sweet and innocent and he wanted to corrupt you so badly.

It all started when he pulled up to Lars-your brother-‘s house and saw you lying on your tummy in the grass while reading a book under the tree. A delicate white dress adorning your small form. The frontman could feel his mouth watering at the sight. Unfortunately it was interrupted by your brother shouting at him to come inside so they can practice.

“Hey, didn’t know you had a sister.” James said.

Lars shrugged, “Yeah, I usually don’t tell anyone cause everyone wants to bone her. But she doesn’t even know it!” He put his hands in the air as he explained. Meanwhile the guitarists’ pants tightened.

James likes them…oblivious. It was a horribly dark fantasy he has. The need to corrupt a innocent girl.

During practice, he couldn’t stop thinking about you and your sweet aura. Fuck, he had to talk to you. Even if Lars would kill him for doing so.

So one night, while the guys were having a random hangout which turned into a sleepover after they had one too many drinks, James creeped his way up to you room. The soft glow from your light peaked through the hallway and he walked inside to see your very girly pink room.

And there you were, on your tummy again but this time on your bed while you sketched something in a notebook. The blonde closed the door behind him making you jump and your head snap in the direction of the sound.

“James?” Your soft sweet voice sounded through the quiet room.

“Hey Y/n.” He responded before walking over and sitting on your bed, “Whatcha drawin’ there?” He motioned towards your notebook.

“Just some bunny rabbits cause I don’t know.” You blushed and giggled.

“You look like a little bunny rabbit.” The blonde said with a smile as he lightly pinched your cheek. You blushed more “Jamie.” You giggled. Oh god he loves when you call him that. Rarely would he ever let someone use that nickname for him but you? You can use it all you want.

“Hey do you mind if I hang out in here with you tonight? The guys are all passed out.”

“Sure.”

He took his shoes off and got comfortable on your bed. Then he leaned forward and grabbed you by your waist making you squeal in surprise before sitting you on his lap.

“James! You can’t do that!” You scolded but you were laughing.

“And why’s that?” He teased, tickling your side making you laugh and squirm, “Lars doesn’t like when- oh my goodness stop that tickles! When boys touch me.”

“Yeah? Well he’s not here now is he?” The frontman replied, stopping his tickling but moving his hand up your shirt towards your breasts.

“J-James what are you doing?” You asked dumbly.

“I just think you’re beautiful and I want to play with you, is it so difficult to understand?” Of course, you don’t know any better so you let him fondle your breasts making you moan at the foreign feeling.

“Can you take your shirt off for me baby?” You complied, taking your little white lace cami off to reveal your bare chest. His hands both came up behind you and tweaked your nipples, rolling them around in his fingers. “Jamie!” You gasped.

“Feels good doesn’t it honey?” You nodded, still a little unsure.

“Can you lay down for me?” The blonde asked gently and you nodded once again, lying down next to where he was sitting on your bed. He got up and tossed your sketchbook and pencils haphazardly onto the ground and pulled your legs so you’d get close to the edge of your bed. He carefully pulled your shorts and panties off, “Spread those legs for me baby. I just want to see how pretty you look down there.” His tone was so gentle and trusting. You had no idea how he really felt. How he was finally getting his perverse fantasy to come true.

As instructed, you spread your legs. “Oh god, look at that little pussy.” You didn’t know what any of those words meant minus the ‘oh god’ part but you felt like you could trust James, he’d never do anything to hurt you right? He’s older than you and knows more than you.

The guitarist slipped his finger up your folds making you jerk your hips up and hiss. You’re so sensitive down there. He licks his finger clean before getting down on his knees and licking a bold stripe against your pussy.

“Oh!” You moaned in surprise. The singer chuckled against you sending vibrations throughout your body. He continued to eat you out causing you to shiver and shake under him from all the newly found pleasure you experienced.

You felt yourself get overwhelmed with this tingly feeling in your cunt and you tried to back away to make James stop, “Please, James stop! It’s too much I don’t know what going on too tingly n’ itchy- oh!” You screamed out in pleasure as your first ever orgasm hit you like a truck.

“So good baby, oh my god you taste divine.” He moaned as he lapped up all your cum before standing up to check on you. He pressed a kiss to your lips before undoing his belt and letting his jeans and boxers fall to the floor.

His dick sprang to life hitting his stomach before he guided it to your core, rubbing it up and down your folds making you gasp, “What are you doing now?” You asked a little nervously.

“I’m playing with you, remember?” He didn’t want you to know exactly what he was doing to keep a tiny bit of your innocence for his own sick pleasure. He slowly entered your tight hole making you hiss in pain, “James stop! That hurts!” You cried but he kept entering you, staying still for a bit to let you adjust to the feeling.

Once you calmed down he started to thrust himself inside, and the pain you felt quickly turned to pleasure as he hit your g spot over and over. James gripped your hips as he fucked you.

“Fuuuck so perfect for me. Taking my dick so good.” He growled as he upped the pace making you moan and cry out. He didn’t care if anyone heard the two of you, he was too caught up in the moment.

“Jamie!” You cried out as you felt your second orgasm arriving and hitting you again making your vision white for a second. “You’re such a good girl letting your brother’s friend play with you like this.” The vocalist moaned before he pulled out of you to shoot his load on your tummy.

He scooped up his own cum with his finger and brought it to your mouth, “open.” He commanded and you did as he said, taking his finger in your mouth and tasting the salty release.

“Good girl.”

[inesbaby21]

can u do a fic on cheerleader!r getting hurt mid game and azzi dropping everything to go help her even if it’s in the middle of a game

1st Person P.O.V

Me and a few of the girls on the cheer team were practicing, and getting ready for halftime. It was o our last halftime performance before nationals and tension was high to say the least.

Girls having open disputes about things as simple as lipstick, some crying because of hair- and bases with sweaty hands failing to catch their flyers. The entire day had been a hot mess, but the only thing that gave me a slim chance of home was that Azzi (and the girls) were aloud to watch us perform today!

It was something that was rare, but always extremely special to the both of us- as she always wanted to watch me do what I love and on her favorite spot in the world, the court.

I sit myself down on the floor beginning to tie my shoes as it's almost half time. Most of the other girls are doing stretches- or doing some last minute touch up's on that god awful red lipstick.

"Y/N/NNNN" I heard a voice drag out as i look up my eyes meet with Azzi's

"What's wrong?" Azzi says concerned- eyebrows furrowed as she tried to read my face. "S' nothing much baby, i'm just really stressed out about this routine" I say viability upset.

Usually I love flying, and doing stunts, or even tumbling but something about today just felt wrong- like I couldn't shake the feeling no matter how hard I tried.

"You're gonna do great my love, and I'll be there cheering you on- and supporting you the whole way through just like you're always doing for me" Azzi says leaning down to kiss me ultimately getting the bright red lipstick on her lips and giggling as she walks back to the bench with the disgusting color still visible on them.

"Places ladies places" I yelled looking at the clock- My coach looked at me nodding at she played a split second of the music to make sure all sound checks were cleared. Just standing in place, knowing that essentially if anything were to go wrong I was in charge was not a good feeling to have.

As the music played everyone ran to their spots, doing the elaborate dance/routine until the hard part came- I looked over to my three bases and jogged lightly to my spot.

The three girls silently counted off and very quickly got my into the air. I was in my natural habitat- this is where I never fail to deliver. I did all kinds of stunts, and kept myself upright until my bases began to walk with me. As they walked, It was choreographed that i continued to stunt.

I felt it, I heard my stunt group arguing quietly beneath the music- having had problems all week I was almost sure they were going to be at each others throats tonight.

"Ella move your fucking hand off of her right leg" Kamryn quietly yelled to the tan girl as they stopped mid step to get back to the almost muscle memory argument that had occurred since the 4 girls were placed with one another. I listened to them bicker as I continued to stunt, I couldn't stop mid leap. Unbeknownst to the arguing girls, they had lost their once strong grip on me- and almost immediately I came falling down to the ground.

As I came down, I heard Kamryn and Ella mutter a "shit"- as they heard my harsh impact with the ground and the stomach churning scream I let out as I heard something snap that Honestly wasn't supposed to.

"Oh my god" I heard my mom (and coach) yell as my vision and hearing began to fade in and out ever so slightly.

"Fuck" I heard Azzi yell as she ran over to me and my mom- watching as my body began to shake, my head almost immediately colliding with the floor as my body began to convulse. And with that ladies and gentlemen, I began to seize. Almost immediately medics came to assist the situation, and no sooner I was taken to the Hospital. I vaguely remember Ella, and Kamryn getting yelled at by my backspot, mom, and then a sobbing Azzi as they stood there still in shock.

"How could you two be so irresponsible?" My mother shouted "You had one job ladies and that was to support her- You two are done for the week ladies go home and figure out your mess come back when your ready to actually work and not waste my time." she shouted dismissing the two girls as she and Azzi followed the medics to the ambulance.

"I love you Az" I weakly said about to drift off into a meditation induced sleep. Leaning in to kiss her lips one last time for the night.

"I love you too Y/N/N- get some rest baby" she said noticing me drifting and I did just that.

this was actually kinda butt yall and i have like 5 more requests to do omg.

[rafesdrew]

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 so american ·˚ ༘

warnings ! near car crash? few swear words, pogues & kooks are friends! kelce and topper are dicks. um idk what else actually lmk if there’s anything i should add !! could be mistakes it’s too late for this😭

rafe x british!reader AGAIN!

drivin’ on the right-side road

“can i please drive today, rafe!” you excitedly came downstairs wearing your shoes instead of your usual heels, which confused rafe.

“i don’t feel like dying today, angel!” rafe said in the same excited voice, mocking you.

“oh come on! it will be fun, i promise.” you said now feeling him up in order to get your way.

“fine.” he let out in defeat, connecting your lips and handing you his keys.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

“i thought you said this would be fun, y/n?!” rafe said holding onto the door and his seat belt.

“what do you mean? i’m always fu-“

“Y/N YOU’RE ON THE WRONG FUCKING SIDE” rafe screamed cutting you off as a car came, having to turn the wheel towards the correct lane.

“oops?” you let out a laugh at rafe’s terrified face.

“you are never driving again.”

he says i’m pretty wearin’ his clothes

you were getting ready for a beach day with your friends, a weekly occurrence during the summer. you were applying your spf in rafe’s bathroom when he came in grumpily with his bed hair.

“you better get ready before we are late, love.” you laughed at him as he wrapped his arms around your waist nearly falling asleep on your shoulder.

“hmmmm i’m so tired.” he kissed your neck before leaving to his closet.

he came back in 5 minutes later dressed into only swimming trunks and no shirt, but yet holding one.

“you gonna wear this?” he said passing you his white button up shirt for you to wear as a bikini cover knowing that’s what you usually do, still not use to the hot weather after moving.

you immediately put it on after he handed it to you, placing your sunglasses on your head before checking yourself in the mirror for the last time.

“you look so pretty, especially in my clothes. you’re so beautiful angel.” rafe said spinning you around, placing a kiss on your lips.

and he’s got hands that make hell seem cold

watching the sunset on the beach and then spending the rest of your night driving around with your perfect boyfriend in the front seat of his car, listening to the music you wanted, there’s nothing that can make it unenjoyable.

except for when you regret wearing shorts.

rafe noticed the goose bumps on your thighs immediately.

he reached over the middle console and placed his hand on your thigh in an attempt to warm your legs up as well as turning the warm air on.

“how the fuck are your hands so warm?”

feet on the dashboard, he’s like a poem i wish i wrote, i wish i wrote

when he laughs at all my jokes

you, rafe, sarah, topper, kelce, jj and pope were sat at dinner at the country club finishing up on your meal.

“so i got card for the meal and cash for the tip.” you said to the server.

well rafe’s card. he refused to let you use your own.

while the server processed the card, you handed them two twenty dollar bills.

“that’s fake by the way” you laughed while the table including the server just started at you.

well except rafe who was giggling.

and he (she) says i’m so american

“i don’t understand rafe. it’s our language, we are correct, it’s a fucking CRISP.” you and rafe were sat on your bed after just coming home from the store with your snacks.

“angel, it’s a chip.” he said laughing, kissing your temple”

“god rafe, why are you so american.”

oh god, it’s just not fair of him to make me feel this much

you, sarah and kie were in sarah’s living room gossiping about everyone and everything.

“he just makes me so happy, this is seriously the happiest i’ve ever been in my life. baldie really makes me smile” you said laughing and also smiling at the thought of your boyfriend.

rafe stood in the door way of his living room listening to you speak about him with an uncontrollable smile, while also rubbing his head to the use of ‘baldie’.

i’ll go anywhere he goes

“are we going to the party?” you asked rafe needing an answer soon to know if you should start getting ready or not.

“up to you.” he said unbothered, despite it being his best friends party. “i’ll go anywhere you go.” he added.

and he says i’m so american

oh god i’m gonna marry him if he keeps this shit up

you were laying in bed from your uncontrollable period pain, nothing was working!

when you had to cancel plans on rafe, he was so worried.

he ran to the store immediately, texting sarah and asking her for help.

he chose chocolate, tampons, ice cream, crisps!!!! (chips) and also got you takeout.

when he came into your room holding the goods with a huge smile on his face, you took one look at him before crying.

he placed the things on the floor and immediately rushed over to you.

“what’s wrong baby, is it me?”

hearing him say that made you cry even more.

“i’m gonna fuckin’ marry you, if you keep this up.”

i might just be in lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-love

you were sat at the beach having a picnic that rafe so kindly set up after you mentioned it one time weeks ago.

you watched him stare out at the sea infront of you, looking so peaceful.

“i think im in love with you.” you said out of no where, even shocking yourself.

“what?”

“what?”

god i’m so boring and i’m so rude

“rafe why don’t you come to a party get high, get bitc-“

“don’t finish that sentence, you know i’m with y/n.” rafe said cutting topper off angrily.

“but she’s so boring!” topped exclaimed.

“and she’s rude, all she ever does is swear.”

“i don’t give a fuck. stop speaking about her, the both of you. don’t even look at her again.” rafe said before storming off.

can’t have a conversation if it’s not all about you

“and so like the other day rafe and i, we we-“

“y/n. we have been at this table for two hours, you’ve ate nothing and just talked about rafe.” your mother cut you off leaving you with a frown on your face.

the way you dress and the books you read

you walked into rafe’s backyard to see him laying on a sun lounger, book in hand as he focuses on the words.

he’s wearing a blue and white stripped button up shirt and navy shorts. he smiles as he looks up and stares at you, as you make your way over.

you gave him a big smile and straddled his lap, putting his book mark into his page dropping his book onto the floor.

“my god you look so good.” you said kissing him hard.

i really love my bed, but, man, it’s hard to sleep when he’s with me

after spending what felt like a month in rafe’s house, you both decided to go to your house, and you couldn’t lie, you were excited to get to your own bed.

that night rafe had took all the blanket from you causing you to freeze and unable to sleep.

“rafe i am gonna kill you, please give me blanket.” you said to basically yourself as he spread out, snoring annoyingly and taking even more of the blanket.

[shellshocklove]

Maybe a blurb about Peter freaking out on trying to find a gift for reader for Christmas cause he waited until the last minute and all reader cares about is that he makes it home safe? 👀

that was the worst christmas ever! | peter parker

pairing: peter parker x female!reader

word count: 1.6k

warnings: christmas stress, self-deprecating peter, fluff

a/n: ok so hi! It’s been a while. these last few months have been hectic af– like on another level of hectic. i’m trying to get back a little to writing now that things have calmed down a little bit– so this is me dipping my toe into writing again. i hope there’s someone who’ll like this and merry christmas if you celebrate <3 (btw the title isn’t really connected to the story but gold star to the people who recognize the song)

main masterlist / ao3

Slow. Sweaty. Loud.

The buzzing of humming conversations. People’s winter shoes clacking obnoxiously against the tile floor. A distant ‘Ho-Ho-Ho’ from the creepy mall Santa, slapping the thigh of some poor little girl screaming for ‘Mommy’ as the camera flashed with saved memories.

The guilt gnawed at the back of Peter’s neck as he hurried from store to store.

“Sorry, that’s out of stock.”

“If it’s not on the shelf, we don’t have it.”

With every no, Peter’s guilt was starting to mix with panic. His winter jacket was too hot, suffocating him like the thought of you tomorrow morning with no present from him to unpack. He knows he fucked up. Who in their right mind buys his girlfriend her Christmas present on Christmas Eve?

Peter Parker– that’s who.

He didn’t intend to leave it to the last minute – it just happened! He swears!

With a sigh and a shaky hand running over his face, Peter fished out his phone from his pocket. Entering the notes app, he felt his stomach start to turn. Reading over your wish list, he scrolled to the bottom where he hovered his thumb over the red x emoji. Ready to mark himself a boyfriend failure.

Suddenly, his phone came alive in his hands. A picture of your smiling face lighting it up. Guilt’s teeth scratched harder at his neck as he pushed the little green button.

“Hi baby!” Peter greeted, a fake smile spreading over his face even though you couldn’t see him.

“Oh, thank god! Peter– where are you? We’re leaving for your Aunt May’s in half an hour.”

Peter could hear the worry in your tone. He couldn’t help but hear it every time you called. A worry that he wouldn’t answer because something had happened. That he was lying in the street somewhere bleeding out.

Peter squeezed his eyes shut while a hand came up to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Yes,” he nodded to no one, “I know! I’m-I’m on patrol and I lost track of time– But I’m heading back now.”

“Peter,” you sighed down the phone. Peter stayed quiet, just listening to your breathing. He knew you worried about him – how could you not? You had every right to worry.

When you didn’t say anything, Peter drew a shallow breath, “I know– I’m sorry.” And he meant it – he always meant it – even when it felt like ‘Sorry’ was the word he told you more often than ‘I love you’.

“Peter– It’s okay… It’s okay just– just please hurry home.”

“I love you,” he hurried. A band aid over his bullet wound of disappointing you.

“I know– I love you too, Peter.”

Hot air washed over him as he exited through the revolving door of the mall. Out on the street he didn’t linger long. Busy New Yorkers hurried past him, splashing wet snow with every step. Digging his hands in his pocket, Peter made his way down the avenue while the wind bit at his cheeks.

Aunt May’s hugs were Peter’s favorite. The way she squeezed him just a little too tight, the smell of her signature perfume she’d worn since forever, and the wet kiss placed on his cheek. A few years ago, he’d playfully groaned and rubbed the kiss from his cheek with a roll of his eyes, but now as a twenty-something, he embraced them.

You were late, and it was Peter’s fault, but Aunt May didn’t seem to mind. The apartment looked the same as it did the last time he was here, sans the Christmas decorations and the smell of… cooking? Peter couldn’t believe his own nose as he snuck sneakily into the kitchen, leaving you and Aunt May in the hallway to catch up.

“May! Don’t tell me you actually cooked,” he called out with a disbelieving laugh.

Soon he could hear footsteps approaching before Aunt May passed through the doorway with you in tow. Peter caught your eye. Those kind eyes he always got lost in. He forgot to breath for a second. After three years together, you still managed to steal his breath.

“Damn right I’ve cooked,” Aunt May replied, a teasing lilt to her tone, “Don’t sound so surprised, Peter.”

“I’m not surprised– I’m impressed,” he teased, lifting the lid of one of the simmering pots.

A teasing pinch to his side made him yelp as Aunt May shooed him away from her stove.

Your sweet giggle filled the kitchen and Peter’s heart. He turned his head sheepishly to look at you where you were leaning against the door frame. An overwhelming urge to touch you came over him. You’d dressed up a little, it being Christmas Eve and all, and Peter thought you looked so pretty. Walking over to you he wrapped his arm around your shoulder. You looked at him with a smile, one that felt warm around his heart.

“Hi, rude boy,” you teased.

Knitting his eyebrows together he gave you his best fake-offended look, “Hey.”

Your only response was that same sweet giggle he loved to hear. Your eyes were soft, with smiling crinkles around your eyes. He loved when you looked at him like that– so much that he couldn’t help but press a soft kiss to your lips. It was short (to spare Aunt May of your PDA), but still tender. When he leaned back to look at you again your smile had grown even wider.

Aunt May’s dinner was surprisingly good. She’d been diligently watching some cooking show every night and gotten inspired to try to start cooking– for real. So, the dinner was great. The laughter hung in the air the whole night, making Peter almost forget about his earlier failure and nagging guilt.

While getting ready for bed, an idea popped into Peter’s head. He finished brushing his teeth in record speed, spitting harshly in the sink.

“Ew,” you mumbled through toothpaste, “Ook at that ig blob,” you pointed to the toothpaste he’d spat out that stuck to the porcelain. He locked eyes with you in the mirror – your teasing smile through the swipe of your toothbrush.

“Shut up,” he laughed and bumped his hip against yours before wiping the toothpaste away with his finger.

“Just making sure you’re not leaving poor Aunt May to clean up your mess,” you winked after spitting out your own toothpaste.

Sneaking away was the hardest part. You loved to snuggle before bed, never able to fall asleep until you’d laid in his arms and talked for at least half an hour. But Peter was patient – even if his eyelids felt heavier than the train he’d stopped that one time. When he started to hear your breathing start to get heavier and those small noises you always made escaped you; Peter crawled as gently as he could out of bed.

The living room of Aunt May’s apartment was bathed in a soft yellow glow coming from the Christmas tree in the corner. A strange forgotten feeling of the past clouded Peter for a moment. Memories of waking up in the middle of the night to sneak into the living room to see if Santa had come pushed their way to the forefront of his mind. This time though, he had to make sure Santa had left some presents for someone else.

“Who’s next?” Aunt May asked.

Outside a Christmas miracle was falling from the sky shaped as heavy white snowflakes.

“I have no presents left,” Peter said from where he sat at the edge of the lounge chair, his Christmas presents taking up most of the space.

“I have one left,” you said from where you sat pretty on the floor. The plaid pajamas adorning your body matched ones he was wearing. Peter watched with a bated breath as you picked up the homemade envelope.

“To my baby, from Peter,” you read his chicken scratch.

“Aw,” Aunt May cooed from the couch.

Peter had to fight the urge to cringe as he watched you open the envelope. His heart drummed in his chest, and it made him feel ridiculous. Digging your hands into the envelope you pulled out a handful of small paper squares. Watching your eyebrows knit together in confusion, Peter pressed his lips harder together.

“What’s this?” you asked, curious hands picking up a paper square to read. “Oh!” you laughed, slightly embarrassed but still sending Peter a mischievous smile.

“What is it?” Aunt May asked.

“It’s…” you laughed again, eyes dancing over the paper squares.

Curiosity killed the kat – or in this case Aunt May – as she leaned forward to snatch a paper square to read. You jumped at her movements before you chased after her.

“No, May,” you pressed, managing to steal the paper before she could read it, “Read this one instead!” You handed her another paper square before sending Peter a chastising but grateful look.

“Oh, it’s love coupons!” May exclaimed, “That’s such a good gift idea, Peter! So thoughtful of you.’1 movie night where you pick the movie’,” May read loudly from the paper coupon.

Dropping all the coupons back into the envelope, you stood to your feet and made your way over to Peter. You cupped his head in your hands and tilted his head to look up at you. Then you leaned down to press a soft kiss to his lips.

“Thank you, Peter,” you said against his lips before placing another kiss to his lips.

“You liked them?” he asked with uncertainty.

You just smiled before you gave him a nod, “I loved them,” you clarified and sealed it with another kiss. When you broke away you wrapped your arms around him to pull him in for a hug. A relieving warmth spread throughout his chest as he nuzzled his face in your neck. He felt you press a tender kiss to the spot behind his ear that made him weak.

“Can’t wait to cash them in,” you whispered in his ear, “Especially the ones who’ll put you on Santa’s naughty list.”

tagged: @hollandweather

© shellshocklove, 2023

[99guz]

Opening the door to your apartment you didn’t expect to see a pair of shoes at the entrance. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion as you stare at them almost missing the smell in the air. Quietly taking off your shoes and slipping into your house slippers you carefully make your way into the apartment peaking your head around the corner to the kitchen area. There is a man over the stove with his back towards you and your eyes widen in terror. How the hell did this person get into your place? You go to yell out to them when they turn their head to the side and you instantly recognise your best friend's side profile.

Your shoulders relax and a sigh leaves your lips “Oh my god you scared the shit out of me.” you say.

Wooyoung looks back from his place at the stove with a smile overcoming his face. “Welcome home!” he greets.

Placing your work bag onto the dining table you work to take off your coat. “I thought you said you were coming back next week?” you ask. Wooyoung had been on tour for the past few months. A tour which the both of you have been very excited about because he had been able to go to more countries. He loves to travel and learn about other cultures. It’s a trait that you really admire in him.

You watch as he focuses on the food which he is preparing. “Yeah I wanted to surprise you which is why I said I was coming back next week. I missed my best friend so I was thinking we will have dinner and catch up on everything that I missed while I was gone.” he explains and you nod.

“Alright well I’m gonna shower. Be right back.” Leaving Wooyoung in the kitchen you make your way down the hallway and into the bathroom to freshen up. By the time you are back the table is set up with food. “Where do you want me to start?” you ask taking a seat at the table.

Wooyoung opens a bottle of soju pouring into two different glasses. “What is going on with Jia and Tayong? Last I heard the engagement is off?” his eyebrows furrowed in curiosity.

Taking a sip from your glass you hum. “Okay so we need to take it real back for the full story. So you remember they got engaged right before Tayong had gone on that business trip a few months ago. Well, it turns out that he cheated while on that business trip!”

Wooyoung’s mouth hangs open in shock “Are you serious?! Tayong cheated?” he squealed out.

Nodding your head, taking a bite of the meat Wooyoung cooked. “Yes but that's not even the part that is crazy. So you know like a few months ago that Jia’s cousin moved in with them cause she needed a place to stay while she was apartment hunting. Well turns out she knew Tayong even before that happened.” you jested

His eyebrows narrow “Does she know the girl he cheated on?” he questions. I nod my head and Wooyuong crosses his leg placing an arm on the table leaning on it. “Who is it?” Leaning back into the chair you cross one of your legs over the other soju cup in hand while taking a drink. He observes your facial expressions and you can see the moment in clicks in his head. His eyes widen and a scream escapes his mouth slamming his hand onto the table. “Shut the fuck up! No? No!” All you do is nod. “That bitch! How did Jia find out though?” he inquires.

You place the glass back on the table. “They got fucking cocky and were fucking in the house! She came home and saw them. So the engagement is off and both sides of the family are in an uproar right now. It’s full on war.” you state. “And the fucking audacity of Tayong to come and be like ‘Baby please forgive me it meant nothing it was a mistake’ give me a fucking break.”

“You fucking cheated on your fiance with her cousin! Why is it when they are cheating it’s not a mistake but as soon as they get caught it is full of dramatics.” Wooyoung rolls his eyes with a sigh.

“I would fucking be in jail right now if it was me.” you blurt out.

“Okay dail it back I’m a public figure here cant bail you out and have my reputation fucked.” he takes a spoonful of rice into his mouth.

You tilt your head to the side “You wouldn't bail me out if I killed my cheating fiance?” you questioned. Wooyoung doesn't answer, just takes another bite out of his meal. “You’d let me rot in jail you bitch!?” You scoffed.

Silence takes over the table before you both burst out into laughter. “Let's be honest, I'm in there with you. We can get San or Yeosang to bail us out.” The image of Yeosang and San bailing you both out of jail makes you laugh.

We continued to go over all the drama which Wooyoung had missed while on tour until we both finished off our plates and moved over to the couch. Wooyoung tells you about all the countries he went to and everything he did while on tour. You both stay up late into the night talking about everything before going to sleep.

[niallsgoldhoop]

despise

a niall horan one shot - the show famous niall almost three thousand words cw - sexual acts, sexual language, name calling, foul language, 18+

“So what’d you do to piss her off this time?”

Standing next to the small set of metal stairs, I can’t help but smile as I look to my left. “Oh you know— Decided to wear this and that instead of what I was scheduled to wear.”

“It’s no wonder she can’t stand you.” Shaking his head, he chuckles. “See you out there, mate.”

Without another word, I watch as he makes his way up the small stairs and gets settled in place, the rest of my band doing the same as we get prepared to give the crowd a show to remember.

Looking down at my shoes, I can’t help but let out a small laugh.

What I was supposed to wear and what I decided to wear are two different things.

It’s like if I listen closely I can already hear Reed Foster cursing under her breath, my name falling from those raspberry lips about how much she can’t stand me.

Ever since I met her there has been that electric buzz of tension between the two of us. To this day I’m still not sure what makes her despise me like she does, but I don’t really care. However that doesn’t mean I don’t try and mess with her any chance that I get.

Irritating her is like a game— One that I always win.

As I listen to the crowd on the other side of the curtain and the music starts to play, my feet carry me up the stairs and my hands pull the old and weathered cream colored guitar over my head before checking to make sure my earpieces are fitting correctly.

Taking my place, a flash of movement draws my attention to the side of the stage that I just came from, stealing my attention away for just a second.

“You are the absolute worst, Horan.”

Crossing her arms over her supple chest, Reed stares me down like she wants to murder me. Just the fire in her eyes sends heat flooding through my body.

She may hate me, but I can feel the heat in her gaze when she thinks that I don’t notice.

Just like she doesn’t know that it’s her face I see when I’m alone and need a release.

A secret for a secret, you could say.

For weeks I’ve been getting under her skin and just waiting for the moment it boils over— waiting for what it brings out of her.

Waiting for her to play.

So with a mischievous grin, I look over to her and wink, gaining an eye roll in the process. “Right back at ya, Foster.”

Even under the dim lighting I can see the way she rolls her eyes before turning on her heel, middle finger up in the air.

Fuck, I love a challenge.

Always have— always will.

—— Reed ——

Niall Horan was a pain in my ass.

I swear to god there wasn’t one day where he didn’t do something to piss me off.

From switching the stage outfits to hiding my things, it was a miracle that I hadn’t quit or punched him in that smug ass smile that was always there when I was around.

It didn’t matter that his blue eyes were the color of a perfect sky or that he always smelled like the most expensive, delicious cologne.

Niall was frustratingly handsome.

I knew he was attractive and it didn’t matter that I thought of him when I— No, fuck him.

“Do we have to go back?” The words fall off my tongue as I look across the table. “Because I’m fine with staying here.”

“We could stay if we wanted to get fired.” Laughing, my coworker turned best friend pulls cash out of her wallet.

Groaning, I pay for my tab and stand up to follow her out of the pub. “Maybe I want to get fired.”

“Please, don’t lie to me.” She grins over her shoulder as we climb into the back of the car waiting for us. “We both know you love your job.”

“Love the job, can’t stand the employer.” I manage to mumble under my breath as the car pulls away from the curb.

We left after the first couple songs of the show started, both of us knowing exactly how long we had to go get something to eat or a drink before we had to be back at the arena in time to have everything packed up and ready when it was over.

In the time we’ve been doing that— not once have we been late, but seeing how slow the traffic is moving, it looks like today could be our lucky day.

“I’m so sorry about that, ladies!” Our driver gives us a tight smile. “Normally it’s not so bad around here.”

Waving my hand in front of my face as we walk backwards, I plaster on a fake smile as I dig through my bad for my credentials. “Don’t worry about it!”

The two of us finally make it inside before going our separate ways, leaving me to gather up the last of the things that are in Niall’s dressing room, hoping that I can finish before he gets off stage. From the sound of it, I’m not going to make it considering that the unmistakable first few notes of Slow Hands reverberate through the building.

“Goddamn it.” I mumble. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Working as fast as I can, dread pools in my belly knowing that everything won’t be finished by the time the show is over.

By the time Niall makes it back to this room.

With my back to the door and shoving things into the cases they belong in, the sound of the door opening doesn’t even register to me in my rush.

But the sound of a rough, low voice paired with an Irish accent does.

——Niall——

“To what do I owe this pleasure?”

Whirling around, Reed drops everything in her hands as I lean against the doorframe, the post-show adrenaline pumping the blood through my veins.

“Fuck you.” The words fall from her pouty lips. “I was just leaving.”

“Looks to me like you weren’t even close to leaving.” Stepping up to her, it’s impossible not to notice the way her eyes fall to my lips before they roam over my body. “See something you like, Reed?”

Snapping her gaze back to mine, those pretty eyes narrow. “Not a damn thing.”

“That doesn’t seem like the way you should talk to your boss, does it?” Pressing even closer to her, my tongue rolls across the inside of my cheek. “Besides— I think you’re lying.”

Once again, her eyes fall from mine and grace the edges of the cream colored top that I chose tonight, one that leaves my arms bare.

“You think you’re so full of yourself.” Her tone is venomous but her pupils dilate all the same. “I’m just packing up—“

Reaching behind her, I grab a handful of things from the suitcase and let them clatter to the floor, raising a brow at her. “Seems to me like you just wanted to spend some time with me.”

“Oh yeah? Who told you that?” She scoffs.

I love this game, the back and forth.

Reed is all bark and no bite… Although I don’t mind it a little rough from time to time.

Her pulse jumps under the smooth skin of her neck as a low laugh falls from my lips. “Nobody had to tell me, I could see it right here.” The tip of my finger brushes across her pulse, the wild rhythm beating under the callous that lies there. “Want to lie to me again, hm?”

“Can’t seem to recall a single day that I was excited to see you.” She laughs, letting her finger draw a gentle path down the inside of my arm. “Must suck for you, doesn’t it?”

We’ve drifted even closer to each other over our verbal sparring, leaving us only a couple inches apart, her lips inviting me in.

“What are you gonna do?” Taking the chance, I nip her bottom lip, the whimper from the back of her throat traveling straight to my groin. “Be a brat? Be a good girl?”

She doesn’t even give me an answer before the tension bursts between us, her lips finding mine in a kiss that is anything but gentle. I can't help but groan at the minty taste of her or the way her small hands fist the front of the silky sleeveless shirt I wear.

“Fuck.” My words are short as she pulls in my bottom lip with her teeth. “Always knew you were full of fire.”

My lips fall from hers, traveling across her jaw and down to the hollow at the base of her throat, a moan coming from her lips when I harshly suck the skin into my mouth to mark her.

“Niall—“

“Yeah?” I nip her earlobe. “Keep saying my name— I like the way it sounds.”

Gripping the hem of her shirt and pulling it over her head, a groan sounds from deep in my chest as she stands in front of me in the laciest thing I’ve ever seen.

“You’ve been hiding all of this from me?” I say, my fingertips toying with her pebbled nipples through the fabric. “Pretending you hate me?”

Glassy eyes find mine as Reed tries to catch her breath. “I do hate you—“

“Liar.” Bringing my hand up to her throat, I let it rest against her skin for just a moment before she gives me a subtle nod, only then letting my fingers press gently into the sides. “I guess if you hate me so much you don’t want any of this, do you?”

Silence settles between us, her swallow thick under my palm.

“Get to work, Reed.” I let go of her. “Take this belt off.”

Tucking her bottom lip between her teeth, her fingers fall to the belt around my waist, the sound of the metal barely heard over our heavy breathes.

“When you get this belt off, I want you to get on your fucking knees, yeah?” Using my finger, I lift her chin so that she meets my gaze. “Did you hear me?”

Reed nods. “Yes.”

“Yes what?” Fire races through my blood.

“Yes, sir.” She says like the good girl she is.

As my pants fall to the ground, I reach behind my and pull my top off and throw it somewhere behind me, too worked up by the sight of the woman on her knees before me.

“Tell me, Reed—“ Brushing my thumb across her bottom lip, I push it inside her mouth and groan at the feel of her warm, wet mouth. “Are you gonna suck me off like the slut you are? Gonna be good for me?”

With a nod, she swirls her tongue around the tip of my finger.

“Good. Take off the rest of my clothes.”

As soon as the words are out of my mouth, she reaches up and tucks her fingers into the waistband of the black briefs doing nothing to conceal how fucking desperate I am to be in her mouth. My cock juts towards my stomach as I step out of the fabric, wrapping my fingers around the silky skin. The pearly drop at my tip shines under the lights of the dressing room as I watch Reed take in the sight before her. From here, I can see her legs shift as if she’s trying to get her own relief from the tension between us.

“Is this what you want?” Leaning forward, I spread the drop across her bottom lip. “Tell me.”

“Yes, yes… I want it, Niall.” Her eyes are wide as she looks up at me.

I smirk down at her. “Beg for it, slut.”

“I—“ Reed takes a deep breath. “Please fuck my mouth, please. I want to feel you down my throat.”

“Are you going to keep acting like you hate me? Like you haven’t wanted me down that pretty little throat for weeks?” Raspy and low, my voice sounds like it’s been drug through gravel. “Keep going, let me hear you praise me, Reed”

Her chest expands with a deep breath before her tongue darts out to taste the moisture left there, those pretty eyes fluttering shut. “I don’t— Please. I think about you when my hand is between my legs— Niall—“

“Open your fucking mouth.” Impatience travels through my body. “Take this and shut the fuck up.”

Those lips open and I don’t waste any time pressing my hips forward, watching as she takes my cock into her mouth like that’s all she’s ever wanted. Immediately she brings her hand up to mine, moving it out of the way so that she can circle her dainty fingers around me.

“There you go—“ Fisting her hair, the strands are soft and silky against my skin. “Letting me use you like a pathetic slut to get off.”

Reed moans around me at my words, the reverberation sending a chill up my spine. The combination of her lips wrapping around me and her hand feels euphoric.

“Niall—“ Pulling back, Reed drags her tongue along the vein that maps out the underside of my length. “I want more—“

“You want me to fuck you?” I ask in a low laugh, watching her nod as she circles her tongue around the tip of my cock. “Only good girls get fucked, Reed. As far as I’m concerned, you’ve got a lot to make up for.”

“Please—“

Gripping her hair even tighter, I shake my head. “Shut up and open that pretty little throat.”

Surprisingly, she does what I say.

This time I can tell she’s waiting for me to take control… So I do.

Thrusting my hips forward, a string of curses fall from my lips as I feel myself hit the back of her throat over and over, the pleasure so intense that I can feel it traveling up my spine at a rapid pace.

Looking down, Reed’s dark lashes are clumped together from her tears, the pressure of feeling me so deep causing her to gag and contract around me as I push even deeper.

“Fuck— Just like that—“ I tilt my head back. “Keep choking on my cock like that.”

Pressing forward, I let my hips rest for a couple of seconds, feeling her throat grip me again before pulling out enough so that she can catch her breath.

“You okay?” Checking in with her, she nods before reaching for me again. “Greedy little thing, aren’t you? Who knew all it would take to shut you up would be to stuff your mouth with my cock?”

Moaning around me, watch as she slips her hand under the hem of the black leather skirt, another whimper coming from the back of her throat as her eyes meet mine.

“There you go, get yourself off while I fuck your mouth.” Sweat drips down my skin. “Shit— Good girl, Reed— You feel so good.”

Tears fall down her face as she moans around me, her hand moving as she brings herself to her own peak, making me realize that Reed Foster might be one of the sexiest women I’ve ever seen.

Maybe I’ve just been blind by wanting to get on her nerves, but now seeing all the valleys and curves of her body displayed in front of me it makes me feel like maybe I need more.

“Fuck, Reed—“ I groan, the words like gravel. “I’m so close. Are you going to take what I give you? Swallow everything?”

As soon as she nods, the balloon at the base of my spine pops into a sea of euphoria as I empty myself down her throat, feeling like it might never stop.

“Good god.” Pulling my hips back, I run my hand through my hair. “That was—“

Meeting my gaze, Reed uses her thumb to catch a drop of my release that spilled out of her mouth, flattening her tongue to taste the last bit that she can. “I don’t even know what to say.”

“Come here.” Bending down, I slide my hands under her arms to pull her up to stand. “You did so good.”

A soft smile pulls across her face, the lights of the dressing room playing off the sheen of sweat on her body. “Thank you.”

Looking behind me, I see the door that leads to the personal shower and before I can stop myself or overthink, I tug her hand and pull me with her.

She may have hated me before, but she won’t hate me after I give her what she just gave me.

On a night like tonight, everything changes.

Starting now.

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[rottenaero]

Part 6 of the roommate au!

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“Dustin, can you slow down? Dustin?”

Dustin huffed from where was up ahead, barely sparring Eddie a glance before going back to walking. “ I think we’re getting close.” He said.

Eddie jogged to catch up, barely grabbing Dustin by the hem of the collar when he almost walked straight into the lake. “Watch your step, big guy.”

“Oh man, you gotta be shitting me.” Steve groaned, as the body of water came into view.

“Yeah, I thought that these woods were familiar.”

Robin let out a puff of air directly into Steve’s ear, and he turned his head away. God, why was her breath so cold? “Lover’s Lake…” She mumbled, blowing more air to his face. He swatted away at it. “ What kind of mints do you eat? Jesus..”

“This is confounding.” Dustin puffed, peering over the murky waters. “There’s a gate in Lover’s Lake?” Max asked, glancing around.

Nancy’s brow furrowed, “ Whenever the Demogorgon’s attacked, it always left an opening,” She turned her head to Max. “Maybe Vecna’s the same way?”

“Yeah, only one way to find out.” Steve snorted, pushing Eddie forward. Even though the push was light, Eddie balanced precariously. “Dude!” He gaped, and Steve let out another snort.

The water splashed as Eddie shoved the boat in. “I said easy, man!”

Eddie huffed, “Sorry.”

Robin maneuvered between the two of them, ignoring Steve’s outstretched hand. When Eddie stood up to get on, he grabbed it and grinned. “ So polite, sir Harrington.”

Steve scrunched his nose, “ Is that a new one?” Eddie shrugged from his spot already on the boat. Nancy went on next.

When Dustin made a move to get on too, Steve shoved him back. “Woah, what are you trying to do, sink us?” He made an offended noise, and Eddie chimed in from the back. “This thing holds three people, tops, okay?”

Nancy sighed, “It’s better this way, okay? You guys stay here with Max. Keep an eye out for trouble.”

“You keep an eye out! It’s my goddamn theory.”

“You heard Nance.” Robin beraded, using the oar she had in hand to jab Dustin’s shoe.

“Who put her in charge?”

“I did.” Robin said, and Steve sent her a look, before turning his gaze back to Dustin.

“Compass.” Nancy added from her spot behind Eddie, holding her arms out.

Dustin threw it to her, pouting and nose scrunched. Steve smiled and patted him on the shoulder, before pushing the boat off land.

His brows furrowed when he figured out what was happening, “Hey! You said three!” He yelped.

Steve sucked in a dramatic breath, “ Sorry.” He said with a mock whisper. Eddie snickered from ahead him. Steve counted that as a win.

Robin grinned from her place at the front of the boat, “Miss you already, kiddos! Bedtimes at nine!”

The boat ride was surprisingly peaceful. The night-time chill Steve could do without. He shifted carefully to the front of the boat, while it could hold four people, it was still crazy unstable.

Steve leaned a bit over Robin’s shoulder, and flashing his torch in-front of the boat, Nancy makes a weird inhaling noise and Steve looked up.

They were about in about the middle of the lake.

Robin exhales and Steve immediately has to push himself out of her reach because seriously, how many fucking mints did she have? Was she trying to impress someo-

Oh.

Oh.

He glanced at Nancy from the corner of his eyes, and had to resist the urge to scream at Robin.

We were so close with Vickie, come on!

Robin, who seemed oblivious to his internal monologue, turned her head to face Nance when she spoke.

“Whoa whoa whoa, whoa, slow down.” Her brown eyes darted to Eddie for a second when he didn’t immediately follow her orders. “Slow down guys.”

“Got it, Lady Wheeler.” He said, lifting the oar from the water. The action caused some water drops to flick onto the boat, and Steve huffed at some landed directly under his eye.

Steve leaned over Nancy’s shoulder to get a look at the compass, which was freaking the fuck out.

“Woah.”

The radio crackled to life after a few seconds, and Dustin’s voice fizzled into the starry air. “Guys, what’s going on? Come on, talk to me. What’s going on?”

Robin made grabby motions to Steve and he tossed her the box from beside him. “Uh, Dustin, your compass has gone from wonky to wonky with a capital ‘auah!’”

Steve looked out into the water. They were right above the gate then, right? At least in theory.

He began to shed his shoes and socks.

“Steve, what are you doing?” Nancy asks.

He looks up and meets her eyes head-on.

“Unless one of you three can top being a Hawkins High swim co-captain and a certified lifeguard for three years, then it’s gotta be me,” He glanced to Eddie. “No complaints.”

Eddie just raises an eyebrow, “Is this like, the opposite of stairway to heaven? Freefall to hell?”

“Uh, no. Because I’m not freefalling, I’m swimming. Also, are you seriously thinking of music right now?”

“Hah, swimming to hell, even better. I fucking hate swimming, and, yes.”

“Yeah, I know.”

Steve swipes his shirt off in one fell-swoop, and throws it into Eddie’s lap, who seems pre-occupied putting a flashlight into a bag.

He scoffs, and he looks up at Steve, passing him the torch.

“Hey, good luck.”

He smiles, “Thanks.”

Eddie immediately grabs for his lighter and a cigarette, and Steve raises a brow. Robin plucks the smoke from his hands, “Gross.”

He turned to face the front of the boat, ready to dive. He takes a big breath in, the cool night air chilling his already freezing lungs.

“Steve?”

He turns his head to Nancy. “Be careful.” She says, gaze concerned. He gave one curt nod before diving into the lake.

The water was warm, a stark contrast to the air. He kicked his legs, and moved the light around when he got near the bottom.

A couple of fish bones, rocks, grass. He turned around, only to find a red glow emitting from not far.( In the back of the mind he felt the reminder that he needed more oxygen, that he needed to breathe soon.)

He swam forward, reaching the gate in only a few seconds. It was fleshy, stringy looking. He shone his line over it, pushing his hand close to the opening.

But just as he touched a thin veil of- something, something pushed against the gate,

From the opposite side.

Steve startled, dropping his light in his desperation to swim back up.

He emerged from the water with a splash, clearly surprising Robin and Eddie if their yelps were anything to tell by.

“I found it.” He stated, water still rippling around him. I found it.

“You found it?” Nancy asked, voice pitched and hopeful.

“I found it, yeah, I found it.”

He grabbed onto the edge of the boat, and Robin began to speak into the walkie. “Dustin, you’re a goddamn Einstein. Steve found the gate.”

He grinned wildly, placing his head on the tip of the boat too. “It’s pretty wild, more of a snack-sized gate than a mama gate, but it’s still pretty damn big.” He said, looking-

What.

Was he delusional or did something just yank his leg-

He glanced back at the water.

Something slimey, tendral like, wrapped around his ankle and dragged him down.

Not delusional not delusionalnotdelusional.

Steve grasped for nothing,anything, the boat, an arm, a random rope from fucking nowhere-

-but he didn’t grab anything. He had to hold in a scream, in order to not loose oxygen.

He felt the gravity change-no more water- before he was thrown into the air, and fell onto the ground.

He blinked open his eyes and-

He was in the upside down.

Steve had no longer than a second to process that before the thing grasped his ankle again and began to drag him away.

Fuck, that hurt.

[sandcobangevent]

Happy Birthday

By @anmaje and @ratinavan

“I’m sure he’ll be right down.” John loaded their dishes in the dishwasher and put an unused set away, while Mariana checked her purse again: Keys, wallet, phone. Passport, boarding pass, visa. Everything was in order.

“I’m not so sure about that. Your last case probably put him in a coma.” She chuckled.

“Not on your birthday.” He closed the latch, pushed a button and a low rumble washed through 221a. The morning had been beautiful, even with John’s slightly burnt pancakes, Mariana hoped the weather was as nice back home.

“Now, Archie, you be a good boy for me, hmm?” Mariana kissed the top of his head, leaving a faint, plum lipstick print.

“Now look what you’ve done! I still don’t get why you’re wearing all that to sit on a plane for three hours.” John crossed his arms and smiled warmly at her. She stood up and hugged him tight.

“It’s my birthday! I get to look nice,” she said. John squeezed her and let go.

“The nicest in all of economy.”

She hit him playfully.

“Sherlock! Last chance, mate!” John yelled up the stairs. And down came the great detective. He pattered down the seventeen steps in his dressing gown. Were you a stranger at 221b Baker Street, you might have thought him elegant as he floated down. John and Mariana knew better, but pretended not to have just seen their eyebagged friend fall down the stairs and stick the landing like a cat landing on all fours.

“Mrs. Hudson, about my hours on the time table-”

“I punched them in last night.”

“And the bill from my chemist?”

“Stammo sent me his colleague’s details days ago, Sherlock, it’s-”

“And when do you return?” He was exasperated. She smiled at him.

“In a week. Don’t miss me too much.” She wrapped her arms around him. He sighed contently.

“Imposible,” said he and let go. “Have a nice trip.”

“Thank you, guys. Take care, yeah? Adios!” She pulled her big suitcase behind her and the door closed.

John stood dumbfounded looking up at Sherlock. He couldn't believe it. He forgot. He forgot.

Sherlock stretched and yawned.

“I’m going back to bed, I would appreciate some quiet, if you are amenable.”

“Sure thing mate… you sure you’re not forgetting something?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Dunno. Something important?”

“Watson, what on earth would I be-”

His face fell.

“Good God. You’re right.” The fallen expression shifted and cringed, his voice quiet. “Watson you’re right. Oh fuck.”

He sprang into action. Rushing upstairs, followed by John.

“She left in a car, judging by her amount of luggage. What car, what car, what car-”

“Sherlock, mate, calm down.” John entered 221b and was thrown his jacket.

“Put on your shoes!”

“What? No, just text her, or call her! She’ll understand, she knows-”

Sherlock was jumping on one foot, attempting to put on his coat and other shoe simultaneously.

“I will not abandon my duty as a friend.” He slipped on the shoe and finally stood tall over John. “Are you coming?”

There was still concern in the face of his friend, lines carved in his forehead accompanied by flittering eyes. John pulled on his jacket.

“I’m not riding in a bike basket again.”

“Bakerloo line to Paddington. Paddington to Heathrow. I’ll buy any ticket, and find her gate. Easy.” Sherlock ran down the steps to Baker Street station.

The morning sun shone down onto the platform through the big Victorian arches. John had little time to admire it as he tried to regain his breath.

“Phew, hah, God. Yeah, easy. Easy peasy.” He stood up, ignoring the trouble his bad leg might give him later.

They heard the train rumble.

“Right on cue! Come on Watson, this will indeed be easy peasy!”

“No! Nonono. NO!” Sherlock’s voice echoed on the platform. Paddington was a big place. A big stupid place where escalators and lifts were suddenly out of use. He kicked the air.

“It wasn’t supposed to go like this. This wasn’t- I hadn’t-!” He knew a thousand stares pierced him. He squeezed his eyes shut. Keeping the crowd out and tears away. Until a hand grasped his wrist, and another pulled his fingers from his palms.

“Sherlock. There’ll be another train. We’ll catch her, I promise.”

Grey eyes opened.

“You’re right...”

“...Let's go back to that kiosk and get her a damned gift.”

The flowers were nice, John thought. For a Sainsbury’s, anyways. Three colours of roses. Red, orange and yellow. He massaged his aching knee as best he could on the crammed carriage, he knew it would get like this. Sherlock sat beside him, staring out the window, but in a state of unrest. His leg bounced up and down, he was clicking his tongue and covering his ears, since the ear defenders were forgotten in their rush. The carriage was full of travellers, suitcases took up as much space as people and not one but two babies were crying. This was sensory hell, not only for Sherlock, for everyone involved.

“Don’t be mad at yourself.”

“I don’t wish to discuss it.”

“It happens to all of us! On my second tour I forgot to call on my mum’s birthday. She thought for sure I was dead. A superior had to tell me to call, because she had been shouting at him for 20-”

He was interrupted by an electronic voice that may have belonged to a woman once announcing their stop.

Sherlock shot out of his seat.

“Hello good sir! What a splendid day to travel. I will be needing the cheapest ticket you have in your system, please and thank you!” Sherlock smiled big. Too big. But the attendee behind the counter cared little.

“Only one?” She looked over his shoulder at John.

“Yes, only one, chop chop.” Sherlock kept smiling.

“Alright… I got a cancelled ticket to Manchester?”

“‘Course you got a cancelled ticket to Manchester.” John chuckled behind Sherlock and got his toes stepped on in turn.

“That will do, thank you,” Sherlock said while pulling out his card.

“I’ll just need to see your passport.”

Sherlock Holmes’ passport was nestled between his fingerprint kit and his small collection of stress balls in the left drawer of his desk in 221b Baker Street. Sherlock Holmes sat outside Heathrow airport on a bench with his head in his hands.

“Her plane hasn’t taken off yet. You can still call.”

“I don’t want to hear it, Watson.”

“Hear what? She won't be cross, mate-”

“I don’t want to hear your entirely unhelpful solutions!” The crestfallen detective snapped. He stared up at his friend, who stood in front of him with a bouquet of rumpled roses.

“I don’t want you to tell me how to apologise to my friend. I made a mess, and I’ll clean it how I like. I made the bed. I’ve sown the seeds. Karma’s a bitch and I…”

“... am one too?”

“Am a bad friend.” His head fell into his hands again, attempting to hide an unwelcome sob. John sat down and had an arm around his friend immediately.

“Hey now, Sherlock, that isn’t true.”

“Yes it is! You two are so damned considerate, and I can’t even retain a fucking birthdate!”

“Alright! Big words! You’re still wrong, though. I’ve never had a friend of mine even consider fucking with airport security just to say happy birthday. I’d call that pretty damn considerate.” John smiled at him, attempting to catch his eyes. Sherlock looked ahead instead.

“Do you see that man, Watson?” He nodded at a frustrated man shoving a duffle bag in his car trunk. John frowned.

“What about him?”

The man slammed the trunk and walked swiftly back towards the airport.

“He has forgotten something, he has just realised, you see? It has nothing to do with luggage, as he didn’t think a second about the bag. What might you assume about him?” Sherlock looked expectantly at John. He still had tears on his cheeks.

“He knows where he left it?” John tried.

“And there’s a chance of recovery, so it would be in a place inaccessible to the general public. He works here.” Sherlock sniffled and dried his cheek with his coat sleeve. He stood up, gaze transfixed on the car. John followed.

“I thought we were having a heart to heart here,” he said playfully. Sherlock’s head snapped to him and long arms wrapped awkwardly around him.

“We were. Thank you for your comfort.” Sherlock was hugged in return and discretely whipped his nose on John's shoulder.

“And what are we doing now?” Said John, pulling away with a grin on his face.

“Fucking with airport security. Obviously.”

“Just bringing this man through to a private room for a search, don’t mind me.” The wrinkled uniform was slightly too big on Sherlock, but no one noticed as he confidently showed John through crowds and doors they shouldn’t have been able to get through.

“I can’t believe this is working.”

“ Shush ! Don’t look so smug, you’re about to strip in front of a stranger, John.”

“Maybe the man I am pretending to be likes that.”

Sherlock laughed and led them towards Mariana’s gate.

Mariana sat close to the giant window overlooking the runways. She watched as the luggage cart pulled away from the plane, the bridge extended towards it, priority boarding lined up. She barely registered two sets of rushing footsteps in the hustle and bustle of the airport.

“Mariana!”

She turned around confused to two familiar men, one with flowers, the other in a terrible service uniform, both out of breath. She stood up.

“ What on earth are you doing here?! ” She tried to keep it down, but it was already too late. Sherlock pulled off the terrible cap that came with the terrible uniform with the manner of a man repenting his most heinous sins.

“I have come to seek amends, dear friend, amends in spite of my neglect, my carelessness, my failings.” He spoke clearly and with great feeling. Mariana wanted to sink through the floor.

“I am a difficult man, you know this, Watson knows this.”

“Hi Mari.” John grinned and waved. The roses he handed to Sherlock might have been nice at some point. A teenager was filming, her mother had her hand to her heart as Sherlock stepped closer to Mariana.

“Yet you have been dutiful, diligent, you have cared for me and my peculiarities, without protest. I owe you much more than I am able to give or say-”

“Especially cause security might come along any minute-”

“ Shush John! And to think that I couldn’t even remember to congratulate you on this most special day. I am so truly sorry, Mariana.” He stood before her and looked her in the eyes. She had never been so beet red in her life, yet as she looked into her friends eyes and saw nothing but remorse and guilt, she softened. He took her hand and placed the roses in it.

“I pray you might find it in your heart to forgive me.”

“ Oh he’s gonna pull out a ring!” “Mum! Shut up!”

Mariana laughed, bright and loud, what else are you supposed to do as your friend kneels, begging you for forgiveness in a stolen, and quite smelly, service uniform? John pointed at his watch, and then the gate. She looked down at Sherlock, his gaze was pointed straight down.

“You idiot, Sherlock Holmes, you great big fool. Of course I forgive you.” She put her hands on his cheeks so he would look at her. Now his eyes were hopeful.

“Really?”

“Yes I forgive you!” She shouted. A sigh of relief rushed through the crowd.

“Now say what you really came to say.” She pulled him up from the dirty floor. The crowd held their breath again.

“Say yes!” “Mu-um!”

“Well, Mariana Ametxazurra… Happy birthday.” Sherlock said. Mariana hugged him tight.

“What?!” “ Mum! Shut it!”

He held her in turn for a second before she wiggled free.

“Thank you, Sherlock, now run away you stupid drama queen. Come here John!” She waved him over to hug him goodbye.

“Have a safe flight, yeah?” He said.

“She doesn’t have much say in that.” Sherlock said, while pulling on the stolen cap again.

“No shit, mate, it’s an expression.”

“I know it’s an expression, a bloody stupid expression.”

“Yeah, well, it’s nice to hear-”

“Nice to hear? She’s probably thinking exactly what I-”

“Boys please! I have to go, and so do you. Go!” Mariana had gathered her things, and had her boarding pass in hand. The two men looked at each other and exchanged a nod.

“You’re right, Mrs. Hudson. Fare well, despite your helplessness as you lay your life in the hands of a person you’ve never met.”

John pushed Sherlock along. She waved at them and watched with utter adoration as security finally arrived.

Idiotas , she thought… Mis idiotas .

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[bumblesimagines]

Midnight Beach

Part 17

Request: Yes or No

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It'd been steady, smooth sailing back to Kildare with only a few stops along the way to restock food and fuel. Things on the yacht had been calm, with minimal tension between the group. JJ and Kiara kept their distance from each other, too preoccupied with Pope's feelings to catch the lingering looks and glances they sent each other or the way Cleo and Pope laughed together with smiles too big to be just friendly. And (Y/N) made do with keeping Sarah at arm's length. Until the third day on the yacht when they saw land and houses in the distance.

And there it was. The Outer Banks. Home.

A heavy weight lifted off his shoulders and chest, rising and blowing away with the wind. He exhaled and watched the familiar houses roll into better view, tall and reaching up toward the sky. (Y/N) pressed his lips tightly together, spotting his home and feeling an odd sense of relief. He'd hated it once, in all its empty glory. But it now beckoned him forth with comfort and familiarity. Pope steered the yacht until it came to a slow, smooth stop by his dock and he turned to (Y/N).

"We'll meet up later," Pope told him, clapping his shoulder and smiling weakly. (Y/N) nodded and made his way out of the helm, breezing down the stairs and into Kiara's awaiting arms. She squeezed his shoulders and stepped aside for the others to embrace him and whisper their goodbyes. Sarah's embrace lingered, a sadness clinging to it until she stepped back and made way for him to climb off the boat and make his way up his backyard. He paused as the sliding door slid open and a mop of red hair stepped out. 

"Liv?" A startled laugh escaped him. His friend stared at him with wide eyes and her phone fell to the ground with a clatter, long legs suddenly breaking out into a sprint toward him. A flurry of 'oh my god's and 'what the fuck's left her lips as her body collided with his and brought him down into the freshly cut grass. His arms tightened around her and his eyes flooded with unexpected tears. He was safe, he finally realized. Safe and at home. 

"Where the hell have you been?!" Liv sat upright with a dropped jaw, glancing up toward the yacht as it continued down the water toward the Carrea's house. (Y/N) laughed, a relieved and airy laugh, and pushed himself up into a sitting position. Liv leaned back against his thighs and folded her arms over her chest, red curls bouncing around as she shook her head in disbelief. "You've been missing for a month and you're laughing? Do you know how worried we've been? I almost had a breakdown when I heard the news, you dick! How can you just drop by like this? I mean, what the fu-"

"What do you mean we?" (Y/N) chuckled, sniffling lightly and wiping the tears from his cheeks. "Is Topper here too?"

"No, I mean…" Liv pursed her lips and stood up, using one hand to wipe at her dirt and grass-covered legs and the other to help him back onto his feet. She swiped her tongue over her lips nervously, slipping her arm around his and dragging him back to the doors. The AC cooled his warm skin immediately and he almost groaned in relief at the feeling, head tilting back and letting the cool air run over his muck and sweat-covered skin. 

"I missed this." He sighed and gazed forward again, seeing that nothing had really changed in the house. The furniture arrangement remained the same, despite Liv's desire to makeover every room possible. Part of her desire to become an interior designer, she'd claimed when he'd questioned her the fourth time she moved things around in his bedroom. His eyes caught new shoes by the front door down the hall and his brows furrowed. Liv took him to the kitchen and cleared her throat, gaining the attention of the person rummaging through the fridge. They stood upright and shut the fridge door, turning to face them with bottled water in hand. His breath hitched. 

"Mom?" Everything felt like a dream, a hazy and unbelievable dream. His mother stood by the fridge, and she was actually there. In the flesh. Living and breathing and not just some figment of his imagination. She looked different, she felt different, but all he knew was that she was his mother and she was finally home. All of a sudden he was thirteen again, back in middle school and watching his mom create breakfast while paying little to no mind to him. Even then, even with the little care, he still smiled and asked how she slept. The years had passed slowly and agonizingly, and as hurt and bitter as he felt, his eyes flooded with tears. "Mom…"

"Oh, (Y/N)…" She breathed and set the bottle aside, gliding across the room and enveloping him in her arms. She still smelled the same, but her warm touch nearly knocked the air out of his lungs. His arms carefully and hesitantly wrapped around her, afraid that if he moved too quickly or too roughly the illusion would shatter and she'd disappear. Rachel's hand cupped the back of his head tenderly and he buried his face in the crook of her neck. This was safety. This was home.

"We… We should call Shoupe, right?" Liv piped up beside them, clumsily patting the pockets of her shorts in search of her phone only to remember she'd dropped it moments prior. Cursing softly under her breath, she hurried out of the kitchen to pick up her phone and dial the sheriff's number. 

"Where have you been? Your father and I were worried sick. He's out right now trying to talk to Shoupe." Rachel asked softly as she pulled back and cupped her son's face, tears pooled in her tired eyes. "They- They said Topper Thornton reported you missing and- and that Mr. Sumner had last seen you with some boys in front of the Cameron house? What happened? Where were you?" 

"I… It's a really long story, Mom." (Y/N) sniffled and as he uttered those words, he felt his muscles grow sore. The tension, anticipation, and paranoia slipped away from his body at last, leaving him to bear the consequences of the hectic and chaotic month he'd faced on and off Poguelandia. Liv appeared in the archway of the kitchen again and tapped on her phone.

"Shoupe said he just got off a call with Mr. Carrea about his daughter being back and said a call was going in from Heyward," Liv told them and slipped her phone in her back pocket. "He says he's gonna drop by to ask some questions." 

(Y/N) sighed. Would he have to lie? Tell the truth? Explain to a no-doubt confused Shoupe that the Royal Merchant gold existed and that they'd been running around like chickens with their heads cut off in search of the Santo Domingo cross? Did it even matter whether he lied or not? The gold, the cross, and the Camerons were gone, and they'd likely never see or hear about them again. But, even if the Pogues didn't wish to hear it, perhaps that was a good thing.

It was amazing how many mundane things he missed doing. He took a proper shower with soap for the first time in a month, and it felt heavenly to feel the spray of warm water on his tense skin. He finally scrubbed away the ocean from his skin and rinsed away the dirt, sand, and sweat that had accumulated over the days and weeks. He used a warm, just-out-of-the-dryer towel to dry himself and put on fresh clothes that didn't reek of anything other than detergent. When he collapsed on his cozy bed, he wondered how in the world he'd ever been able to sleep on leaf-made cots. 

"Now, run it back to me again." Liv's voice flowed from the doorway and he rolled over onto his back with a grin. She strode into the room and flopped down on the bed beside him, freeing her hair from a ponytail and letting it flow over the comforter. "You lived on an island for a month with a bunch of Pogues and your ex-girlfriend? All because Mr. Cameron, King of Kildare, and his son went crazy over a lost treasure?"

"Don't forget being chased around Barbados by a power-wielding asshole and his army."

"What the hell, (Y/N)! You're supposed to be prepping for college not going on a Uncharted type of adventure! Like, damn, what are you? Indiana Jones?" Liv propped up her elbow and rested her head on the palm of her hand, staring down at him with raised brows. Hearing it from a bystander made it all sound like some wild, crazy dream only the wildest of imaginations could conjure up. Yet, there he was, evidence of what happened when teenagers got in a little over their heads. His eyes turned to gaze up at the ceiling and he sighed heavily. No more gold, or cross, or Camerons. No more adventures. Finally, some rest and peace.

"That's all over now, Liv."

"Good. 'Cause lookie here who has been waiting for you to get home." Her sing-song voice made his head turn and dangling from her finger were his precious keys to his jeep. He shot up with a pleased laugh and snatched the keys from her, scrambling up from the bed to approach the window and peer out into the driveway. There it was. His baby waiting for him. His heart swelled with so many emotions. And a lot of hope for a way back to normalcy. 

And then he spotted an upset Sarah Cameron making her way up his driveway with fresh clothes and a bag slung over her shoulder. 

"Shit, uh… I'll be back, Liv." (Y/N) stuffed his keys into his pocket and stepped away from the window, making his way out of his bedroom. Liv followed him -an unsurprising thing considering her inability to follow simple instructions- and they headed down the stairs, beating his parents to the front door when Sarah knocked. He waved them off and slipped out the door, only rolling his eyes at Liv and closing the door behind him. 

"Liv, hey! I- I wasn't expecting to see you here. I thought you were off in New York." Sarah smiled nervously at the girl, averting her eyes when Liv glared at her. For someone who had encouraged the relationship to begin with, she certainly looked at Sarah with enough animosity to kill someone. Sarah lightly scraped the ground with the bottom of her converse and cleared her throat, eyes flickering back up to his face. 

"Could you… Could you wait inside?" (Y/N) sighed, rubbing the back of his neck and giving Liv a pleading look. She huffed quietly and nodded, pushing the door open with her shoulder and stepping inside before letting the door slam behind her for good measure. Sarah nipped at her bottom lip and took him by the elbow, leading him further away from the front door and stepping closer. 

"Rafe's at Tannyhill." 

His stomach dropped and every hair on his body stood erect. "What?" He couldn't even register the word as it slipped past his lips, the tension he'd gotten rid of returning and impacting him like a truck. Sarah wordlessly nodded and let out a soft, almost defeated sigh before casting a glance over her shoulder in the direction of Tannyhill. 

"There's more." Goddamnit. "I think he and Ward are planning on bringing back the cross to Wilmington tomorrow night."

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It'd taken a lot of convincing to get Liv to stay home and not tag along with him on his trip to John B's place. Part of him had wanted to stay home, to hand over his temporary Pogue card and return to life as a Kook. But Pope had been so passionate and so devastated over the cross, over his family's forgotten and stolen legacy that he couldn't bear thinking about turning his back on him when the chance of getting back a family treasure stood so close. 

So, there he was, standing in a rundown shed at the Chateau with the others minus John B and his father, who he had indeed found. With everyone gathered and eager to listen, Sarah sat down and took in a deep breath. "When I went back to Tannyhill, Rafe was on the phone with Ward, and he just kept saying "my thing, this is my thing." He had to be talking about the cross. And he's coming into Wilmington tonight at eight o'clock. It's being shipped by train to Raleigh from there, but this- this is our chance to get it back." 

"We got any more information?" Pope asked, the determination in his eyes despite the circumstances making (Y/N) wish he'd stay home and continue listening to Liv's stories of life in New York. Different from Outer Banks, she'd said. Dirtier, rowdier, nosier, but different from home. (Y/N) wondered what it'd be like to finally put his long-awaited plan into action. To finish school and leave North Carolina for good, forever. To book a plane ticket out and forget the pitiful stares, the Kooks who believed themselves to be mightier than everyone, and the Pogues who'd turned his life upside down. Guilt gripped his heart abruptly, squeezing with intensity. They'd all gone through so much together. They trusted him, they cared for him, or at least that's what he believed. But maybe if he were to disappear, they'd carry life on as normal. 

"We've got a cargo number." His eyes lifted from the ground at Kiara's answer and she held up the paper for them all to see. Scribbled in Sarah's handwriting. Messy from how quickly and frantically she'd written it so it wouldn't slip her mind. His lips quirked slightly. 

"They're definitely fencing that shit off as we speak. So, we should probably get a move on." JJ piped, looking more tense than usual. He avoided looking at Kiara for long as if afraid Pope would notice, as if afraid Pope would hate him for it. Kiara certainly didn't share his fear. She watched him, a mix of hurt and acceptance in her dark eyes. Her friendship with Pope had grown strained ever since their short-lived relationship ended on such a sour note. "Have you gotten in touch with John B?"

"No," Sarah sighed. "I mean, he's probably off somewhere with his dad. But the problem is: they have the Twinkie. It's our only transportation. (Y/N)'s jeep is fast but there'd be nowhere to put the cross." He had no idea his jeep had even been considered. It'd been built to get its driver through rough terrain, not carry a historical artifact that likely weighed more than it.

"I could ask Heyward for the truck." Pope proposed with sagged shoulders. "We've got no other option."

And with that in mind, they piled into (Y/N)'s jeep while JJ rode his dirt bike and drove off to Heyward's Seafood where they waited for Pope to convince his notoriously stubborn father to let him go to Wilmington and take the truck. However, most of them knew he'd only be able to manage one of those things. (Y/N) watched the patio, listening to the distant conversation Pope and his father had as Pope pleaded his case. His eyes drifted to the blonde sitting in the passenger seat and he noted how lighter and softer her hair appeared. Her natural dark brown roots had grown out considerably, weaving perfectly with the blonde. Sarah turned her head, almost as if sensing his gaze, and smiled at him, lips shining from a freshly applied layer of chapstick. Pope and Cleo left the patio and he looked away from her as they popped the door open and climbed inside.

"He's letting me go to Wilmington, but no truck though."

"Listen, maybe I'll be able to convince my parents to both let me go and use their car." Kiara offered weakly, the pitiful glances sent her way doing little to boost her confidence.

So, they set off to the Carrera household and surprisingly, JJ got off his dirtbike and followed her up the stairs, shouting something back about 'moral support', just as Cleo had done with Pope. It only took a couple of minutes for JJ to leave the house and Kiara to follow, looking rather apologetic about whatever had shortly gone down. He simply shook his head at them and got on his dirtbike, a dejected look on his face as the bike rumbled to life underneath him. Kiara sighed heavily and climbed into the jeep. 

"Mom is letting me go but I didn't want to push after what happened last time we… 'borrowed' the truck," Kiara explained, buckling herself in and giving them an equally apologetic frown. Her eyes drifted toward the waiting blonde and the rapid bouncing of his leg only told (Y/N) he'd likely gotten into an argument of sorts with the Carrera's. 

Pope sucked his teeth and ran a hand over his face, taking in a deep calming breath before he spoke. "I'm sure we'll figure something out by the time we get to Wilmington. We're just running out of time here." 

They drove to the ferry port where they parked and managed to get tickets for the ferry heading to Wilmington. They found a spot to sit and ordered some drinks, the smell of sea salt and the sound of chatter surrounding them from all sides. JJ pulled up a chair and propped his leg up on it, taking a glance around at the occupied people around them before leaning in. "Alright, so, the hardest part is gonna be security. Most of the guys are going to be at the rail yard." 

"We'll need to find someplace and guard it, maybe a little further down the line, like a whistle-stop-"

"Pope, you say that as if we can carry that cross easy-peasy. The most we'd be able to lift it is like an inch or two off the ground tops and we have no way of getting it back home. That shit weighs more than my jeep and us combined. We need something that was built to carry heavy equipment." And there'd be no way in hell he'd ever let them try putting a gold cross on his jeep.

"Oh, my god," Sarah whispered, sitting up and covering the side of her face with her hand.

"What?" Cleo blinked at her and Sarah swallowed, motioning toward the bar with her thumb. (Y/N) craned his neck to look around Kiara and grunted softly at the sight of Topper Thornton. And then, he remembered, just as Pope's eyes lit up with a new idea. Topper just so happened to be in possession of a big, strong silver ram truck. Perfect for transporting something heavy, like say, the cross. A large smirk spread across Pope's face and he turned to look at (Y/N) and Sarah expectantly. Sarah frowned.

"No."

"Yes."

"No, absolutely not."

"Sarah, c'mon. He's been crushing on you highkey and he sees (Y/N) as his best friend. If you two go over there and sweet talk your way into borrowing the truck, we'll be good to go. If John B finds out, we'll handle him. Take one for the team, please?" Pope leaned forward and mustered his best puppy eyes for them, lips formed into a pout and everything. Kiara giggled quietly under her breath and nodded encouragingly. 

"Fine, whatever." (Y/N) sighed and stood up, pushing his chair in and tapping Sarah's shoulder. She groaned but stood as well, crossing her arms over her chest and begrudgingly following him through the sea of people until they reached their old friend. Topper glanced over his shoulder at them and then did a double take, his eyes nearly bulging out of his sockets. His jaw dropped and he spun around, arms extending and body colliding with them hard enough to make them stumble back.

"Hey, Top." Sarah greeted awkwardly, lightly patting his back. 

"Holy shit, I-I knew you guys were on the island. I saw the news this morning about it." Topper leaned back, the glow of the setting sun in the distance casting over them. His eyes filled with unshed tears that he quickly wiped away, chuckling softly under his breath and taking a deep breath in. "I-I thought you guys were dead. A-Are you guys okay? How are you?" 

"It's.. uh… things are weird, right now. We, uhm… just trying to get back to how things were and- and there have been some obstacles." It felt odd to speak with Topper so forcibly, as if the last time he'd seen them they hadn't been on good terms. Topper had been there for him, even after their disagreements and fights. He'd been there when the Pogues and Sarah hadn't.

"Oh? What kind of obstacles?" Topper's brows knitted with worry, and (Y/N) debated backing off. Surely, there'd be rentals in Wilmington with trucks they could rent and use. 

"We've been after this…" Sarah trailed off, her eyes catching sight of the group huddled together. JJ motioned with his arms for them to speed things up, to get what they needed from the oblivious Topper. (Y/N) wondered if he would've been in his position had he not joined the Pogues. He was a Kook and always would be, even when JJ slapped the title of 'Honorary Pogue' on him. "This, uh, family heirloom of Pope's, which is why we were gone. We ended up losing it, and unbelievably there might be a chance that, uhm, we could get it back tonight. In Wilmington."

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Topper asked almost immediately and (Y/N) felt his heart sink. 

"That's not necessary, Topper." (Y/N) replied quickly, feeling Sarah's hip graze against his. He saw her glance at him curiously from the corner of his eye, her brows knitting in question for a second before she nodded along, pretending to agree with his words. Topper shook his head dismissively. 

"No, seriously, guys. I want to help." Part of him missed the selfish, arrogant Topper who bulldozed into everything headfirst without thought for anyone else. But he'd softened up since their friendship bloomed. And (Y/N) couldn't hate him for that, not when he had made the younger teen believe he was dead and rotting in the ocean somewhere. 

"Topper, I feel like if we ask you… it's just, you're such a giver. I don't want to put this burden on you 'cause you're just so kind to us." Sarah's voice took on a higher pitch that flew right over Topper's head. Her voice held fake genuineness, the same tone she'd used during Midsummer when she tried brushing off (Y/N)'s concerns and then dumped him. His jaw clenched and he took a breath, forcing himself to relax. 

"Look, it's just the way I was raised. You guys… you are my best friends. I would do anything for both of you. I mean that. Unlike some people who will just say anything to get you to go along with whatever they want. I'm not that person, okay? When I say something I mean it." 

"We need your truck." The syrupy sweet voice she'd taken on to speak with him vanished and Topper blinked rapidly. It was astonishing how easy it was for her to switch on others, to switch on a friend she'd known practically her whole life for a group of people she'd only known for a couple of months. It made (Y/N) feel dirty, and wrong for standing by while she used Topper's genuine kindness for her own gain. The Pogues would drop Topper the moment he became useless. The bad blood between him and them was far too great, even if he helped them. "The four-wheeler, I mean."

"M-My dad's truck? I mean, he would literally kill me. He's, like… super anal about it." Topper winced.

"So are we! We're super anal too. And (Y/N) will make sure we treat it as if it were his jeep."

"Or…" (Y/N) began and he slipped his arm around Topper's shoulder, smiling at him. Kooks had to look out for Kooks. "You come with us, Top. Then, you won't have to worry about us damaging it or anything. Besides, we could use an extra pair of hands if push comes to shove. How does that sound?"

[lokilover2341]

High Nights And Sober Daze

Roommate!Sukuna x AFAB Nonbinary!Reader

Another long ass day at work  *sigh*. Making their way through the front door of their shared apartment, Y/N slipped their shoes off and locked the door, leaning against it wearily.

“Bad day at work” Sukuna, one of their several roommates, called from the sofa. They ignored him trudging their way to their bedroom. Sukuna peeps in, having followed you. “ Hey, I rolled up a blunt if you want to shower real quick and join me.” “Yeah actually, that sounds good,” they reply, exhaustion heavy in their voice. Quickly pulling their butterfly locs up so they didn’t get too wet, Y/N hopped in the shower opting for a quick wash down rather than their usual full spa-esque routine. 

  Heading out to the patio where Sukuna was waiting, Y/N realized that two of their other roommates, Luis (their ex) and Octavia (his newest girlfriend) (this is what happens when you end up stuck in a multi year lease with someone who decided to cheat not once but twice) were also home. Offering a quick wave out of politeness, they attempted to escape what is usually a very awkward conversation. Not to say Y/N and Luis weren’t capable of being civil to each other, the problem that arises is that Octavia seems to think they are competing over everything. “Oh hey Y/N, guess what Luis got me today for no reason” Octavia chirped with a sly smirk, pushing out her hand to show you a beautiful crystal opal ring set. “Actually you…” Luis tried to interject. “It must really suck not having someone who’ll just buy you presents, huh?” she spoke over him. “ Actually I’m not big on receiving gifts as I am giving them, but thank you for your concern I guess” Y/N replied smoothly sliding out to the patio before Octavia had an opportunity to reply. 

  Sukuna let out a chuckle as they closed the sliding glass door, “Lemme guess she showed you that dumbass ring set she practically had to beg Luis to buy.” “Yeah.” “It's not like it's anything special, the chances of any part of that being real is low given how much of a cheapskate Luis is” Sukuna laughed as he lit the blunt in his hand. “There’s no need to say such rude things about Luis, it’s not like I care either way.” Y/N motioned for Sukuna to pass the blunt over tired of being sober most of the day and wanting to relax. “I’ll stop being rude when that idiot actually grows a fucking spine instead of letting that bitch walk all over him.” “I’ll take things that’ll never happen for 200, Alex” Y/N joked. " Did you maybe want to cuddle and watch a movie?" Sukuna asked hopefully. "Well I don't work tomorrow so I can stay up pretty late but you do know you don't have to ask to cuddle, we share a bed we already cuddle.” Y/N arched an eyebrow at him. “ Aww c'mon you’re no fun. Besides you know what I mean, I just want to be buried in your chest.” “Sure but no getting handsy like last time.” Y/N conceded. "Scouts honor, babe." he said lying through his teeth.

As the pair walked back in heading to their shared space, they were quickly interrupted before they walked through the living room. "Hey Sukuna, did you maybe want to hangout when Luis leaves for work tonight." Of course she'd try some shit like this. Y/N continued to walk to the room not sparing a second glance at Octavia. "I have far better things to do than sit here with you, while you drool over me like you don't have a boyfriend." Sukuna's face honestly looked as though he stepped in dog shit, though as far as Y/N was concerned he did when it came to Octavia. Y/N sat down waiting for Sukuna to join them, deciding to scroll on Hulu looking for something interesting. While preoccupied with their search, they didn't notice Sukuna launching himself on to the bed, knocking all of the air out of them. "OH MY GOD SUKUNA IF YOU DON"T GET YOUR HEAVY ASS OFF OF ME!" Barking out a laugh he (albeit reluctantly) rolled off of Y/N. “So find anything to watch or are we going to stare at the Hulu search menu all night?” “Hmmm I was thinking..” “If you say Blood-C again I'm biting you.” Sukuna looks over to see Y/N trying to muster up the best puppy dog eyes they can manage. Sukuna sighed rolling his eyes at them. “Would it kill you to watch anything else?” Y/N giggled at his question. “Why don’t you choose then? You know I suck at finding new shows.” “How about a horror movie?” After he picks a movie for the two to watch, Y/N let's him cuddle up against their chest with him softly humming in content.

[docwritesshit]

A Dragon can't Fall from its skies, not for you

Pairing: Mei x Reader

Genre: Ehh angst w/ fluff ig?

Blurb: You weren't about to let your feelings ruin your friendship, at least ... that was you though

Authors note: this was fun! Slowly getting back into writing, still in burnout so still NO REQUESTS

It wasn’t… It… how did things end up like this?

You took a breath, closing the door behind you. It… why… You huffed a bit, feeling the heat rush to your face. Her smile came to your mind, and you shook you head to get it out. Then her laugh rang in your ears, and you held your palms over them. You needed to block them out.

You didn't need this right now… she didn't need you. You certainly didn’t need for your heart to feel like this.

Your phone chimed, making you pause and look at the notifications to see her text.

“Hey, up for the arcade later?”

You sighed, texting a thumbs down. She would get the message you were tired.

You sat on your bed, looking up to the ceiling. You let your mind wander. Her emerald eyes and scales paired with her raven black hair with those cheesy green highlights flashed in your vision.

You smiled to yourself as you recalled the moment you realized your feelings ran deeper than you thought.

It was just another motorcycle drive. You held onto her waist as you sped through the night, the streets empty with only a few stragglers here and there. It was one glance, just one. Her eyes sparkled with joy, with… something wonderful.

It was a miracle you didn’t fall off the bike then and there, and a bigger sign of the gods above that she turned around just as a blush erupted on your face.

Then the distance started.

You were a part time barista as you went to college, while her parents were loaded and she was a fucking dragon. It wouldn’t work…

You pulled away, only hanging with her if you knew someone else was there with you. You talked less, and needed to be repeated at a few rimed for you to respond.

Was it kinda dickish? Yeah… but what else could you do?

A knock from your front door brought you back to reality. You raised an eyebrow, and looked down at your phone.

“Well then, I’m coming to you.”

…shit.

You started to scramble a bit, wondering if you could try the fire escape before you heard the knob turn and the door open. You facepalmed yourself, your dumbass forgetting to get back the keys you lent her to house sit.

“I know you’re here, your shoes are by the door.” She called out. You groaned lowly, opening the door to your bedroom to face her.

Mei’s short hair was still in its place, even after you spotted the motorcycle helmet on your living room table. She crossed her arms, pouting.

“What the hell is up with you?” She asked. You froze for a second, before forcing a smile.

“What do you mean?”

She raised an eyebrow, giving you a look that screamed she knew that you were aware of what she was talking about. You sighed, and looked away.

“Look, it's.. fine. I'll be fine. I just… need space.” You said. Mei’s eyes widened, backing away.

“Shit, did I do something? I’m so sorry-“

“No, no. You didn't do anything… It’s me, mostly.” You assured her. Her brow furrowed a bit, and she stepped closer, hands raising then pausing in mid air.

“Can I?” She asked. You nodded your head before your brains could process what that would mean. She wrapped her arms around you, holding you close. You hugged her tight as well, tears pricking your eyes.

“You don't have to tell me… but I care for you. And I will be here for you, no matter what.” She stated. You sighed, resting you head on her shoulder.

“That’s the problem…” You muttered. She paused, pulling back and looking at you with a puzzled look.

“What?” She asked.

And it all.. spilled out. You cried as you confessed, stepping away from her as you explained. After it was done.. you looked away. It was silent… until she lifted you up and spun you around, laughing merrily.

‘Oh my gods, gem! I didn’t know you felt the same!” She cheered. Your head spun as she put you down, and you looked to her.

“The… same?” You questioned. She smiled

“Duh! I’ve liked you since… well, I forget when I realized but it’s been a minute.” She smiled. You chuckled, the tightness in your chest loosening.

“I see we both aren’t good at this…” You commented. Mei smirked, leaning in close.

“No, but we could get better~” She teased. You blushed again and looked away.

This was… gonna be interesting.

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Salvation Chapter 11: Reader

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Story Summary: Reader is walking home one evening and gets attacked in an alleyway... until the Devil of Hell's Kitchen himself comes to her rescue. After passing out during the ordeal, she wakes up in the apartment of one Matthew Murdock, a kind and handsome lawyer who treats her injuries. As she and Matt get to know each other and grow closer, will someone from Reader's past tear their happiness apart?

Warnings/Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, Attempted Sexual Assault, Past Domestic Violence, Stalking, Kidnapping (Y'all, seriously, please mind the tags)

Word Count: ~31k total

A/N: REALLY mind the tags here.

Please, God, let Daredevil find me in time, Y/N thought.

She wasn't sure how Matt got in touch with Daredevil or even if he was able to get in touch with him outside of patching him up, but she hoped beyond hope that somehow her message got through to him. 

After she had called Matt and broken up with his voicemail Colin had taken her phone back and crushed it beneath his shoe. Just in case he tries to call you back, he had said.

Y/N had refrained from pointing out that he simply could've turned her phone off instead of breaking it, instead focusing on trying to formulate a plan of escape in case Daredevil didn't show up.

She licked her lips. Hopefully I can just stall until help arrives… if it arrives at all. "Just let me go, Colin. I've already broken up with Matt, there's nothing else tying me here. I'll leave New York, no one will have to know why."

Colin shook his head. "The cops questioned me, you know, after you left. Someone must've reported you missing and said that I had to have something to do with it. But I told them, I told them what a whore you were and that you had left me to run off with whoever else you were fucking at the time. Tell me, does your boy toy know what a dirty little slut you are? Probably fucking around on him just like you fucked around on me."

Y/N shook her head. "I never cheated on you, unlike the other way around. You were the one who couldn't keep your dick in your pants."

She cried out as Colin slapped her across the face. 

"You're a lying bitch," Colin sneered. "My life was perfect until you came along. Had to go and ruin everything for me."

Y/N spat, a bit of crimson landing on the dirty concrete floor. "Fuck you, Colin. You did that to yourself."

Colin roared out in anger, shoving Y/N backwards.

Y/N cried out again as she hit the ground, the chair breaking beneath her.

She scrambled to get up, kicking out as Colin grabbed onto her ankle and twisted.

She turned over into her back, fingers clawing and scratching at whatever skin she could reach as Colin caught up to her.

He punched her then wrapped his hands around her neck. "Fucking bitch, I'll fucking kill you."

Y/N clawed at the hands squeezing at her throat. "Let… me… go!" she managed to croak out as she fought against the oncoming dizziness. 

Her vision began to darken.

Suddenly, the voice she had been hoping to hear pierced through the fog. "HEY!" 

Startled, Colin let go of her and leapt to his feet.

Oh thank God. Y/N rolled out of the way, coughing and gasping for air. She caught a glimpse of black and red as she crawled over to a support beam. Daredevil.

"Who the fuck are you?" Colin asked.

"I'm the Devil," Daredevil answered.

Colin pulled a switchblade out of his pocket. "Yeah, well, I'm gonna send you and this bitch back to Hell where you both belong."

Y/N watched as Daredevil expertly dodged Colin's attacks then threw a punch of his own, causing Colin to stumble and fall.

He grabbed Colin by the shirt with one hand and yanked him up, then began to punch him repeatedly.

Y/N gasped. He's going to kill him. "No, stop!"

Daredevil's head whipped in her direction, as if he had forgotten Y/N was there.

He got up and began to walk towards Y/N, but then suddenly turned around, grabbed Colin's arm, and snapped it. 

"Consider that a warning," he growled. "If you ever come near Y/N again -- and believe me, I will know if you do -- I won't hesitate to kill you. Understand?"

Colin moaned in pain.

Daredevil grabbed Colin by the shirt and yanked him up once again. "ANSWER ME!" he roared.

Colin nodded feebly as he cradled his broken arm. "Yeah, got it, just – just let me go, man."

Y/N sat up and hissed at the pain in her ankle as Daredevil finally made his way over to her.

Daredevil knelt on the side of her. "Y/N, are you okay?"

Y/N clung to him in relief, wrapping her arms around his waist and burying her face into his chest.

Daredevil held her and gently stroked her hair. "Hey now, shh… It's okay, it's over. He won't hurt you ever again. You're safe now." He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "I'll always keep you safe, sweetheart. I promise."

Y/N nodded against his chest. "Thank you."

Daredevil looked towards the door. "I have to go, but you'll be safe. The police are here."

Y/N nodded again as sirens began to be heard in the distance. "Will you let Matt know that I'm okay?"

Daredevil nodded and gave her a quick kiss on her forehead. "As soon as I'm able to I'll let him know."

Y/N gave him one final hug. "Thank you again."

Daredevil rose and slipped out the side door right as the police and a couple of ambulances made it to the warehouse.

The police burst in, guns drawn.

One trained their gun on Colin while the other slowly walked over to Y/N. "Suspect is secure," they said over the radio. "One victim, female, conscious, alert and breathing. Send in the medics."

A couple of medics came in and checked Y/N over, then stabilized her ankle and loaded her onto a stretcher to take her to the ambulance so they could patch up her minor injuries while the police questioned her.

She explained that Colin was her ex-boyfriend that she had left in fear of her life because he had been abusive, but he had somehow tracked her down and tried to kill her. "Luckily that Daredevil guy showed up and saved me," she concluded. "If he hadn't I'd probably be dead."

The police took photos of her injuries, then finally gave her a business card with a case number written on it and released the ambulance to bring her to the hospital to assess her.

She filled out her intake paperwork as someone came with a portable X-ray machine to check her ankle, hesitating for only a moment before putting Matt as her emergency contact since she technically had broken up with his voicemail a few hours before. Thank God he at least understood my hidden message and sent Daredevil to save me.

While she was waiting for the results of her X-ray to come back, another nurse came in to check her vitals and give her some pain medicine for her ankle and throat. "Okay, so the doctor will be in with your x-ray results soon, but in the meantime if you need anything just call the nurse's station."

Y/N nodded. "Thank you." 

After the nurse had left Y/N leaned back and sighed. She had only had one other encounter with Daredevil where she had been in danger, but there had been something different about this time compared to the first. 

The first time he had rescued her she was pretty sure he had just subdued her assailant and came to check on her; this time, Y/N wasn't sure if he wouldn't have literally beaten Colin to death had she not said something.

Y/N shook her head. For someone so scary and intimidating, Daredevil was always incredibly sweet and gentle when comforting her. I'll always keep you safe, sweetheart.

Sweetheart. Oh my God.

Suddenly everything clicked. I'm such an idiot. How could I not see it before?

It all made sense -- the scars, the fighting skills, the fact that Daredevil brought her to Matt's apartment the first time he had rescued her…

She didn't have time to think about it further, however, because suddenly the door opened and Matt rushed in. Speak of the Devil himself. 

Matt was dressed for their date night, in a pair of jeans and a button-down shirt that Y/N had never seen on him, and his hair was mussed like he'd been running his hands through it anxiously. 

Y/N mentally shook her head. Deal with it later. "Matt, I'm so glad to see you."

"Y/N, thank God," Matt replied. "I've been worried sick."

Obviously he hadn't realized that he had blown his vigilante cover, which was actually really good because Y/N was in neither the mental nor physical condition to have that conversation at the moment. 

She reached out for him. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Matt, I never thought he'd find me."

Matt gently gathered her in his arms. "Hey, no, I know, it's okay. It's not your fault, sweetheart. You have nothing to apologize for. I'm sorry I didn't get your message sooner."

Y/N shook her head and held him tighter. "I'm just glad that you understood it. If Daredevil hadn't shown up…" She trailed off. Matt saved my life.

Matt smiled and gave her a soft kiss on her forehead. "Luckily for me you're a terrible liar, so it wasn't difficult to figure out that you weren't actually breaking up with me."

Y/N laughed lightly and sat back. "Well I wasn't exactly trying to win the Oscar for best leading actress for my performance in 'Breakup via Voicemail'." 

"You know, you did have Foggy convinced that you were dumping me until I explained the situation, though," Matt added. "There was a slight mishap with dessert and he came by to help me clean up, so he was there when I got your message. I just told him the basics -- that you've been hiding from an abusive ex and how you calling me 'babe' meant that you were in trouble."

"Okay." Y/N nodded resolutely. "I… I want to tell him and Karen the whole story. Tomorrow, preferably."

Suddenly the door opened and the doctor walked in. "Okay, Miss… Y/L/N," she confirmed, looking at her paperwork. "I'm Doctor Walton, one of the physicians on staff. Good news is that your ankle isn't fractured, but the bad news is that you've got a pretty nasty sprain, so you'll need to stay off of it for at least a week. That means keep it elevated and iced, take over-the-counter pain medicine as needed, and not walk directly on it or go up and down flights of stairs."

She made another mark on her paperwork. "Everything else looks fine -- there was no permanent damage to your vocal cords, so throat lozenges or spray will help with any residual soreness and any bruising on your throat will subside within a few weeks. We'll get your ankle wrapped and set you up with some crutches, then you'll be good to go. Is there someone who can take you home, help you get situated?"

"Me," Matt replied immediately.

"Okay, wonderful. And you are?"

"Matthew Murdock. I'm Y/N's boyfriend." Matt linked his fingers through Y/N's. "Don't worry, Doc, I won't let her out of my sight."

Y/N snorted out a laugh, then covered it with a cough. "Sorry, my throat's still a bit sore."

Matt handed Y/N a bottle of water off of her bedside table, a wide grin on his face. "Here you go, sweetheart."

"Thank you, honey."

Dr. Walton nodded. "Alright, we'll have you out of here in a bit."

Y/N nodded. "Thank you."

"Thank you, Doctor," Matt added.

Once the doctor had left the room Matt turned back to Y/N. "I was thinking… would you like to stay with me while your ankle heals since you won't be able to get up and down the stairs at your place? I'm sure my bed will be a lot more comfortable than your sofa."

Y/N bit her lip while she thought. Matt was right -- his apartment was more accessible, and if Y/N was honest with herself she really didn't want to be alone at the moment. "If you're sure you don't mind..."

Matt shook his head. "You were going to be staying at my place for the weekend anyway, and to be perfectly honest, I'd much rather have you safe with me until I know for sure that your ex is going to stay in jail. I don't want him getting out on bond and coming after you again."

Y/N nodded. "Okay then."

Matt pulled out his phone. "I promised Foggy I'd let him and Karen know how you were doing, so I can ask Karen to stop by your place and get you some clothes and your laptop and stuff."

"Okay. And thank you."

She waited while Matt pulled up Foggy's contact and put his phone to his ear.

"Hey, Fog," Matt said. "Yeah, she's okay, just a sprained ankle and some minor cuts and bruises, thank God it wasn't anything more serious since the bastard literally tried to strangle her… No, she's going to be staying with me for a few days since she can't go up and down the stairs in her house… Well I was going to ask Karen if she'd mind bringing her some clothes and stuff tomorrow… Yeah, her laptop too. I don't know where her phone is but I'll get her a new one in the morning if I need to. She also said she wants to talk to you and Karen and explain everything herself… Yeah, yeah he's in custody. He'll be transferred to the jail once his arm is put in a cast… I don't know, apparently he broke it somehow… Yeah, absolutely, of course. Okay. Okay, I will. Thanks, buddy. Bye."

He hung up and tucked his phone back in his pocket. "Foggy said he's glad you're okay and that he & Karen will drop by tomorrow with your things. In the meantime you can borrow something of mine for tonight."

"Okay." 

"And we're giving you the week off of work while you recuperate – with full pay, of course."

"Thank you." 

A nurse arrived a few minutes later to wrap Y/N's ankle and soon Y/N was officially discharged.

She and Matt took a cab back to Matt's apartment building and made their way inside. 

Y/N looked at the stairs. "Okay, well, I'll see you upstairs in about an hour," she joked.

Matt shook his head with a grin. "Hold on, sweetheart, I gotcha."

Y/N gasped and quickly adjusted the crutches she had been given as Matt carefully picked her up bridal-style and carried her up the stairs to his apartment.

She let out a breath as he set her down in his doorway. "Holy shit."

A slight smirk flitted across Matt's face as he unlocked the door and reached for the light switch. "Do you want something to eat?"

Y/N set her crutches next to Matt's cane, which she belatedly realized he didn't have at the hospital. Does he not actually need it? she thought before shaking her head. "Honestly I just want to shower and wash my hair, then go to sleep."

Matt nodded. "Did you need some help standing in the shower?"

"Yeah, if you don't mind."

Matt raised a playful eyebrow. "Do you honestly think I'd mind being naked in the shower with my beautiful girlfriend?"

Despite everything that had happened that evening, including her revelation that her boyfriend was the Devil of Hell's Kitchen, the only thing Y/N wanted to do at that moment was to kiss the adorable smirk Matt was currently sporting right off of his face. 

She laughed. "Yeah, okay. Good point."

Matt helped her hobble to the bathroom. "Wait here. I'll be right back." 

He left for a minute then came back with 2 pairs of sweatpants and a worn but comfortable-looking t-shirt, which he set by the sink. "Here, sweetheart. You can wear these."

Y/N nodded. "Thanks."

She began to undress while Matt turned the shower on, holding on to him in order to get her pants and underwear off, then waited as Matt stripped down to his boxers.

Y/N looked back at him as he reached to help her into the shower. "What happened to being naked?"

Matt shook his head with a chuckle. "I was just kidding. I know doing anything even remotely sexual is the furthest thing from your mind right now and I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

Y/N huffed out a laugh. "While that's sweet, I'm pretty sure we can manage to keep our hands to ourselves."

She gave Matt a quick kiss and leaned up to whisper in his ear. "Can't promise I won't peek though."

Matt grinned. "Fair enough."

Y/N waited for Matt to finish undressing then held on to his shoulders as he helped her into the shower. 

"Want me to wash your hair for you?" Matt asked after stepping in behind her. "Might be easier to balance yourself that way."

Y/N nodded. "Yeah, thanks, honey."

After Matt had washed her hair and they both had showered Y/N waited while Matt stepped out of the shower and pulled on one of the pairs of sweatpants before helping her out.

Y/N held onto him as he helped her get dressed then carried her back to his bedroom. 

Matt carefully deposited her in his bed before giving her a quick kiss on her forehead. "I'm gonna go get some ice for your ankle. Be right back."

Y/N nodded. "Okay."

She could hear Matt rummaging around his kitchen and soon he was back, ice pack in hand. "Here you go, sweetheart. Need any lozenges or spray for your throat? I can run out and get some."

Y/N propped the ice pack against her ankle. "No, I'm good for right now. The stuff the hospital gave me hasn't worn off yet."

Matt nodded. "Let me go grab one more thing."

He disappeared once again and returned a few moments later with a small, unlabeled white jar. "This is a special cream for bruises. It helps them heal and fade faster."

Y/N nodded. "Okay."

Matt climbed into bed next to her and set the jar down, then turned and gestured to her face. "May I?"

Y/N nodded again, knowing that Matt would want to 'see' her injuries for himself, especially since he hadn't had time to assess her as Daredevil. "Yeah, go ahead."

Matt reached out and began to gently trace his way down her face, wincing when he felt a cut or a particularly large bump or bruise.

He picked up the jar and opened it, carefully applying a bit of cream to each mark.

"What exactly is this?" Y/N asked.

"It's my own concoction," Matt replied. "The old man who tutored me also taught me herbal medicine, so I developed this to rub into sore muscles and bruises after training sessions."

Training sessions. Y/N couldn't help but wonder if that was code for 'beating the crap out of criminals almost every night'. "Hmm. It smells nice."

Matt continued working his way down her face but paused when he reached her jawline, his brow furrowing as his thumb grazed her neck.

"It's okay," Y/N whispered. "I trust you."

And it was true -- she did trust Matt. While she wasn't quite sure if it was because she was still in shock and hadn't quite processed the fact that he was Daredevil yet or if she was already somehow subconsciously okay with it, she loved and trusted Matt enough to where she was willing to put not only her heart, but her very life into his hands.

She closed her eyes as Matt glided his fingertips along the bruises on her neck, his tender and loving touch a stark contrast to the harsh grip Colin had had on her throat only a few hours before.

Y/N's breath hitched as she bit back a sob.

Matt dropped his hands. "Shit, did I hurt you? I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to--"

Y/N quickly shook her head. "No, no, it's the exact opposite. I was actually thinking about how caring and gentle your hands felt, especially compared to Colin's earlier." 

Matt wrapped his arms around her and cradled her to him. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart," he murmured. "I'm so fucking sorry. I promise you, I'm going to do absolutely everything in my power to make sure that bastard never has the chance to touch you again."

Y/N nodded against him. "Thank you."

Matt pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. "Ready to sleep?"

Y/N nodded again. "Mmhmm."

They lay down together, Y/N resting her head on Matt's chest while he ran a hand through her hair. 

Y/N hummed drowsily. "Matt?"

Matt tilted his face down at her. "Yeah, sweetheart?"

"Sorry I ruined our make-up date." 

Matt pressed a gentle kiss to her hair. "You were abducted and almost killed tonight, Y/N, having to reschedule our make-up date is the least of my worries. I'm just so relieved that you're okay. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Not knowing exactly how to respond, Y/N pressed a kiss to Matt's chest, right above his heart. "Thank you for taking care of me."

"Of course, sweetheart." Matt resumed stroking her hair. "Now sleep, okay? We'll talk more in the morning."

"Mmhmm."

Y/N settled in and let the steady rhythm of Matt's heartbeat lull her to sleep, feeling truly safe for the first time in years.