#Will Dempsey x y/n

[spicyllewyn]

Kinktober 5. - Pregnant / lactation.

Will Dempsey x F!Reader.

Tags & warnings. Pregnancy + lactation. (+18)

As you all know I hate Will for no real reason, this is my peace offering to a fictional character, lol.

Word count. 2K

Summary. You love babying him.

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Pregnancy was becoming unbearable at times; you felt heavy, your feet ached even after just a few steps around the house, and sleeping at night was turning into a daily battle. Fortunately, there was no doubt in your mind that you had chosen the right life partner.

The only thing keeping you sane right now was Will and how he went out of his way to make you happy and make this whole thing more bearable.

You always joked with him, saying that anyway, all of this was his fault, so the least he could do for you was to fulfill your cravings and massage your shoulders until you fell asleep.

Oh, and that pillow with a hole in the center that allowed you to lie face down.

"I miss my pillow," you murmured in a low tone as you remembered it. You closed the door behind you slowly.

Will's room was just as he had left it several years ago when he left home for college, where he met you. Nonetheless, you wandered around with curiosity, looking at his movie posters that perhaps only he had seen, and the occasional Lego figure that you doubted he would let his future child touch someday.

"I told you we could come up with some excuse."

"Every time you suggest we make up an excuse, it has to do with pretending that one of us died," you rolled your eyes. "Your parents are not believing it for more than two times in a row." When you had 4 walls around you for privacy, your hands went to the hem of your shirt, getting rid of it, clearly tired of wearing any type of clothing.

Will watched you from the bed, as if you were giving him a personal show. His eyes roaming over your bare skin, always lingering a few extra seconds on your breasts before looking up again and pretending that the lack of sex wasn't killing him.

You were both too introverted to simply ask at gynecologist appointments, “Hey, is it wise to have uncontrolled sex against some furniture at this point in pregnancy?” so you just assumed the answer was no.

“Did you do something to your hair?”

You frowned at his question.

"What?"

“I'm serious, I notice something different about you.”

One of his pillows landed right in his face, making him laugh. You already knew that joke too well.

“Yes, idiot, I'm pregnant.” The mattress squeaked as you lay down, only wearing your loose pants and the sports bra that had become your best friend a few days ago because it turns out that your normal bras decided they didn't want to close anymore eventually.

That was the only piece of fabric that kept your tits in place, tight and comfortable. It was also a headache for Will.

The changes that pregnancy had made in your body never ceased to amaze him even though he had analyzed each one for hours as the months passed. There was the obvious, that completely new sparkle in your eyes, your cheeks flushed 24/7 and your skin seemed to be glowing more than ever.

But on the other hand there were the things that made him fantasize about the nights he stayed on the couch fucking his own hand to try to control the impulses that attacked him more times than he would like lately. Your hips became wider, your thighs were softer but oh, his favorite part was definitely your breasts.

Round, full, hard, delicious.

You were complaining about pain recently and he didn't know if that was a sign that he should help you in some way or just not touch you and wait patiently for the pain to go away in a few weeks when the baby was born.

“Did you know…” He murmured, taking his eyes off his phone for a few seconds to look at you. You did the same.

Lying together to chat or just watch stupid videos on your phones had become routine when the pain in your back kept you from sleeping or when you took too many naps throughout the day and all your energy was reserved for the night.

Yes, Will stayed up with you each and every one of those times.

"Did I know what?"

“Did you know that there are freaks who like milk?”

You frowned.

“I like milk, what's so strange about it?”

He rolled his eyes with a small smile.

“Breast milk, I mean.”

“Oh…” Needless to say, you already knew that the father of your future baby was… peculiar. He had perfectly mastered the act of bringing up the strangest topics of conversation lately. You shrugged. “It doesn't seem that strange to me.”

"No?" If your gaze hadn't returned to your phone you would have noticed the mischievous glint on his eyes.

You had taken the bait.

“No, I mean.” There you went, to reason with the madman, always engrossed in his midnight talks. “You used to suck on my boobs all the time, do you mean you wouldn't do it anymore if there was milk involved? Not to mention that you are addicted to eating me out, it wouldn't be the first time you drink some liquid from my body.”

“Mhm.” He pretended to consider your response before nodding slowly, agreeing with you. The truth is that Will had considered the possibility since he had noticed the circular stains that suddenly began to appear on your shirts. “You have a point.”

"See?" You felt triumphant to think that you had changed his way of thinking. Your gaze returned to your phone and you took the topic for granted.

“Though I don't understand how anyone could be sexually attracted to that.”

You looked up again.

“Are you kidding?”

“Of course not, don't you think it's strange?”

You rolled your eyes, finally lowering your phone and placing it on the cabinet next to you so you could face him.

"Do you want to try?"

"What?" He played dumb and you fell into his trap again.

"Do you want to try? I will show you that there is nothing strange about it.”

He again pretended to consider your proposal and with his lower lip trapped between his teeth he nodded slowly.

"Good." He also put his phone aside, sitting up in bed as if considering which position was best to settle into. His pupils dilated when he saw you take off your top.

He had been trying for a long time not to stare at your completely naked breasts or else we wasn't going to be able to control himself anymore. Your nipples were always hard, occasionally with a drop or two of milk running through them, so sensitive and delicious.

You looked at him, clearing your throat to get his attention.

"Take off your shirt." Your voice sounded like an order.

He obediently did so. His tanned skin making your mouth water and making your cheeks blush even more than usual. You were a hormonal mess a long time ago.

“How should I…?”

“Just lay your head here.” You pointed to the hill where your pregnant belly began, just below your breasts.

“But, I don't want to hurt-”

“You're not going to hurt me, Will.” Your voice came out in frustration as you gave two small taps to the area you had pointed out before. He hesitated a little before taking his place there, the weight of his head and part of his body was not uncomfortable, on the contrary, his body heat felt stupidly good.

Skin to skin contact was something you wouldn't trade for a million dollars.

“You look so pretty like this.” You whispered in a low, loving voice. A dopey smile on your face when you had the chance to see him from a completely new angle.

His huge eyes were fixed on you, he had to look up so he could fix his gaze on you while you looked down. Your fingers gently ran through his hair, a while ago you had noticed that his curls became more noticeable when his hair was a little longer than usual.

“Go on.” You cooed while he licked his lips.

You didn't have to ask twice, Will settled into his spot and took part of your breast into his mouth, pressing his tongue against your hard, sensitive nipple.

A shiver ran down your spine, resulting in a wave of pleasure directly between your legs. A delicious heat pooling on your lower abdomen.

He for his part moaned against your skin. You tasted so sweet.

“T-That's it.” You encouraged him with blushing cheeks. “Just like that, baby.”

It didn't take him long to pick up the pace he wanted, you could hear him gulp and suck, over and over again while your trembling hands ran through his hair slowly, comforting him.

You knew how much he was enjoying it when you saw him close his eyes. A couple of drops running down the edge of his lips.

“You taste so fucking good.” It was the only thing he stammered before going back to his job. He rested the weight of his body on you a little more and you didn't complain, you missed having him on you so much, caging you against any surface that he found and his body.

He raised a hand, his fingers squeezing your breast as if he wanted to squeeze out every last drop. His cock twitched under his baggy pants and you at the same time squeezed your legs together, your slick already making your underwear wet and sticky.

“Do you like it, baby?” Your voice was breathy.

It was incredible how your bodies began to react as if you were a pair of desperate teenagers, seeking relief in any friction you might have with each other.

“Help me with t-the other one, yeah? Please?" You begged when you could finally feel some kind of relief on your tit, it was no longer hard and swollen. All this time you had only needed this? If you had known before.

He looked up with dilated pupils, licking his lips with heavy breathing.

"Please." You whispered once more, your fingers giving his hair a light tug that snapped him out of the spell you seemed to have placed on him with just a few gulps of warm milk.

You gave him a push with your hand and he obeyed, tracing exactly four circles around your right nipple before leaning down again and taking it into his mouth. Now that he was almost face down to reach the other side his hips began a slow rocking motion against the bed.

You, meanwhile, squeezed your legs together, your soft thighs giving you a bit of relief that made you whimper.

“Such a good boy.” You closed your eyes, your chest rising and falling rapidly, finding it impossible to calm the rhythm of your breathing. Eventually you understood that it wasn't just the sensitivity of your body, it was the situation.

Your sweet voice praising him, listening to the way he swallowed and the way he whimpered desperately just from the pleasure that sucking on your tit gave him.

You were no longer hiding the clumsy movements of your hips, nor was he the way he pretended to be fucking the mattress. His sensitive cock throbing every time he rubbed against his favorite blanket.

The friction was giving delicious warmth to his needy erection and your milk was doing the same to his entire body. Warm and delicious running through his throat.

Your thrusts were making the mattress creak under your bodies although you didn't last more than a couple of seconds longer. Abstinence was your best excuse to explain why something like this had led you to have one of the most delicious orgasms of your entire relationship.

It was definitely not what you had done per se, right?

When he pushed himself up so he could kiss you you could taste the milk and his saliva combined. You understood well why the taste had driven him crazy.

“See?” You whispered against his lips. “Not weird at all.”

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Tristful

— Paring; Will Dempsey x male reader. Fandom; Life Itself

Tristful [ trist-fuhl ]: (adj.) full of sadness; sorrowful

Quote; “6.9, why that number? Are you trying to be clever?”

Description; Will’s sulking on a bus stop bench and suddenly someone interesting sits next to him and brightens up a little more than just his day. Disclaimer; Liquor. Breaking down. Melancholy. Description of depression. Greif. Intoxication. Reader is a lawyer. Sadness? Angst? Immature jokes. Will sucks at flirting. No use of “Y/N”

Word Count: 1.4k

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Will sat at the bus stop bench. He has a brown bag with whatever cheap liquor he could get his hands on resting between his legs, his hand loosely wrapped around the neck on the bottle. His entire body leaning against the bus stop enclosure. The enclosure used to stop people from getting wet when it rains. He was already tipsy despite it being pretty early in the day. His eyes were tired and had a dead-like look in them.

A man sat next to him on the bench. Not so close to where they were touching, but the bench wasn’t that big so he wasn’t that far away from Will either. The man tugged his coat closed over his suit. He looked like a very well put together man, He dressed fancy. His hair was done. He crossed his leg over the other and gently bounced the one over the other as he waited.

The man’s appearance slightly shocked Will. He sat up a little straighter and moved the bottle of liquor to the other side of him, outside of the man’s view if he were to look over at Will. He momentarily forgot about his life and his disheveled appearance. He looked at the man. “Hey.” He could see his breath in the cold air and it made him feel like a giddy kid, thinking the smoke was cool.

He shook his head to get his head straight. “Are you waiting for the bus?” If he was sober, he would have slapped himself for the stupid question. He hated when people asked stupid obvious questions, yet here he was, at a bus stop, asking if this man was waiting for the bus.

The man could smell the alcohol off of Will, but said nothing about it. He didn’t think it was his business to point it out. “Yes, sir. I am,” He said, politely.

Will noticed that the man’s nose and ears were red from the cold air. He found it endearing for just a split second. He looked at the ground and he seemed like he was on the verge of just breaking down. Right then and there. He swallowed hard and spoke up again. “Where ya headed?”

The man smiled politely at Will. “Work.”

“Oh, what do you do for work?” Will seemed to take a little interest in what he had to say, wiping his eyes and putting a hand to his mouth as he covered it, trying his hardest not to sob.

"I have an office job." He said in a softer voice. He could tell Will was on the verge of tears. He didn't mention that, to avoid embarrassing him by chance, so he just spoke in a more gentle tone.

Will chuckled lightly. It was ironic that he had found himself in this circumstance, talking to someone so proper yet here he is. “What kind of office job? Accountant? Salesman?” Will tried his hardest to focus on the small talk with this proper man, rather than his life problems.

“I’m a lawyer.”

“Cool.” Will was starting to crack. Tears welled up in his eyes as he tried so hard to hide his pain. His voice sounded shaky, even more so because he desperately tried to cover it up. His voice cracked as he barely managed to say more words. “I’m a screenwriter.”

The man looked at him with a shocked expression, his eyebrows raised in interest. “Really?”

The stranger’s interest seemed to be the only thing to keep Will from breaking. He managed to look up at him and meet his gaze. His eyes were red and puffy from all the sadness, but he was doing his best to look happy. He managed a small smile. “Yeah, I write scripts and such.”

“Scripts and such?” The man repeated with a chuckle. “Is that a job or a hobby?”

Will paused. “A- a hobby,” Will said in a shaky voice. He tried his best to sound confident but he was failing. He coughed a bit and then spoke once more. “What kind of lawyer are you? Corporate, criminal, business?” Will was desperately trying to focus on something other than his grief, anything to keep his mind off of the pain he felt deep inside his soul.

“Criminal.”

“What’s it like? Like what do you do? Go to court and represent people and try to get them either the worst or best outcome, or something like that?” Will asked. He was still trying to figure out what life was like past his own misery. He couldn’t imagine doing anything other than what he used to do before life got dark, before the storm clouds came and life felt like a hopeless cause.

“Yeah, something like that.” He said with a laugh.

“Wow, that’s gotta be stressful. I can’t even imagine. Do you like your job?” Will said with a blank expression.

The man paused. “Um, to- to an extent.”

“To an extent?” Will looked surprised. He looked like he was thinking about the possibility of having a job he didn’t like. “How much do you like it on a scale of — let's say -– 1 to 10?” He was curious.

“6.9.” He said rather quickly.

Will smirked at the number. “6.9, why that number? Are you trying to be clever?” He gave the stranger a playful wink as he let out a quick laugh.

The man chuckled in embarrassment. “No, no, that was unintentional.” He looked away.

Will let out a chuckle as his cheeks blushed. His eyes met the man’s and he had a warm smile as his eyes looked into the stranger’s. “Are you sure? I think it’s a pretty genius number, if I do say so myself.” He tilted his head to the side as he said this, his eyes twinkling and his cheeks blushed as the two men locked eyes. He was clearly flirting. He looked rather attractive as he did so, and was rather happy at this moment. He was distracted from his pain and grief.

Will was shocked with himself at this new act, but for some reason, he didn’t care. He hadn’t flirted with some since her, let alone has he flirted with a man who was a stranger— yet here he was.

The man laughed and covered his mouth. He was slightly disappointed in himself for laughing at such an immature joke, but something about the situation made him crack.

Will let out a genuine laugh. He liked that the stranger had a sense of humor. “I’m sure you love immature jokes.” He said in a flirtatious tone while glancing at the man’s lips. He was a hopeless flirt. He let out a playful laugh afterwards, his eyes twinkling as he did so. “So, do you just practice criminal or do you ever do family law or something like that?”

The man paused and looked at Will before falling into a pit of laughter. He covered his mouth and leaned forward, tears pricking his eyes as he found the situation funny. "Business, dirty joke, straight back to business."

Will’s laugh slowly came to an end. He wiped the tears from his eyes. Will took the time to collect himself, and after letting out one last chuckle, he spoke once more. “Are you always this friendly? Or am I just lucky enough that you sat next to me today?” He looked at the stranger with a wide grin. His eyes twinkled and his cheeks blushed as he said this. He couldn’t help but giggle at his own words. “That sounded pretty smooth, didn’t it?”

The man started laughing again and he leaned against the bench edge. "Stop, my stomach's starting to hurt.." The bus suddenly pulled up and the doors opened and the man stood. “I have to go. Thank you. This has been a nice addition to my day.”

Will sat up a little more. “No, not without giving me your number.”

The man paused and chuckled. He pulled out a business card and gave it to him. “Message me.” He said before stepping onto the bus.

Will stared at the business card, and— for once —he felt happy.

[m00nsbaby]

The calendar.

Will Dempsey x F!Reader.

Tags & warnings. Yes, I did this only because I hate this man and I wanted to make him unhappy, lol.

Word count. 2.9k

Summary.

There is simply nothing worst than knowing how it ends.

He had his strengths, unfortunately, socializing wasn't part of that extensive list. So when you, a natural chatterbox, took a seat beside him, he knew he was condemned for the rest of the day.

Will didn't know that you were also terrible at making friends.

"I saw you in the literature class, you did great," you whispered with a smile, adhering to the library's rules, and he sighed, thinking that he only responded to teachers' questions because no one else did.

"Uh-huh."

A few seconds of silence, and you picked up on it. After having five people reject your friendship, you understood the message loud and clear. It seemed you would finish your university career without knowing a single friendly soul on campus.

Although, well, in this case, maybe it was your fault. He seemed a bit older than you. Perhaps the weariness of university life had already consumed his soul or something like that.

You didn't say anything more, you crossed your arms and buried your face in them, close to tears. It was only a few seconds before a tap on your shoulder made you turn.

Without looking at you, the curly-haired guy was pushing his coffee cup towards you, as an invitation.

Did you look that exhausted?

In silence, you took the cup and had a sip. Maybe not everything was so bad.

It became a routine; you didn't say anything when you arrived at his side at the same table that only the two of you shared.

You learned that the two free hours you had between classes were the same ones he seemed to have; you always found him in the same spot, writing as if his life depended on it. Many times, the only sound accompanying you was the noise of his old laptop, whose fan you compared to the engine of a broken-down car.

"I didn't see you in class today." It was the first time in a long time that he spoke to you as he pushed the remainder of his coffee towards you, as usual.

You drank it, trying to hide your surprise at his words.

"I overslept."

He scoffed. And you smiled when you discovered that he had more than just one facial expression.

You figured that the encounter for that day was over because he turned towards his backpack. However, instead of packing things, he seemed to be rummaging through it.

"I'll send you what we covered in class." He wrote on a post-it note before pushing it towards you; his email address was written on it.

Very formal, very him.

And you smiled even more, if that was possible.

With time, things became a bit of a frenzy for you two. Before you knew it, you were in Will's arms, already accustomed to his way of covering your eyes and hugging you from behind.

"Who am I?"

"Mhm, let me guess…" He always laughed when you pretended not to recognize him.

Slowly, he slid his hand from your eyes down your face and rested it on your neck. You knew there were people watching you, there were always people watching you at school.

Maybe everyone wondered what you had given to the quietest and most introverted guy in school to have him so enchanted with you.

Slowly, you turned around in his arms. He pressed you against his chest, and you smiled.

"Do you want to study together tonight?"

Study sessions one day turned into make-out sessions.

"Is this okay?" He leaned over your body to look at your laptop screen.

His body rose and fell with your breath, and you tried not to complain that he was crushing you with the weight of his body.

"Poor wording," he teased, and you realized it when he pressed his lips together to stifle a laugh, and you pushed him.

"I won't ask for your opinion ever again."

"I tell you for your own good." He rested a hand on the pillow next to your head, looking at you with that mocking smile that annoyed you so much.

"You always say that." You pouted.

He leaned further forward, the tip of his nose brushing against yours.

"And you keep asking me to review it," he whispered, his huge brown eyes fixed on you.

Your hand rose, and you gently caressed the light beard that began to grow every three days. The same one that tickled you whenever he rested his chin on your neck.

"You're a lousy tutor."

Seconds of silence before he pushed forward, his lips crashing against yours with desperation.

It seemed like Will had been waiting for this his whole life. He was devouring your mouth, claiming it as his own.

This became a habit, meeting every week to kiss until your lips hurt, him squeezing your hip until his fingers were imprinted on you.

All of this under the title of "best friends."

Your story had its ups and downs, needless to say, both of your characters were somewhat special. Because even though you worked perfectly together, you both had too much pride to acknowledge your feelings for each other.

You met his girlfriends; he met every idiot who tried to be with you without realizing that you were too good for losers like them.

You argued, gave each other the cold shoulder on multiple occasions, and reconciled just as many times.

And before you knew it, you were living with him.

Not only that, you had already had an established relationship for about two years.

"Are you going through a phase?" He slid his arms around your waist, and with little force, he pulled you close to his chest as your gaze remained fixed on your phone.

"Can't I listen to One Direction albums on repeat without you judging me?"

"No." Sometimes he was so good in his performances that you had no other choice but to elbow him to take the air out of his lungs.

Still, he laughed.

"Listen, it's a masterpiece." You turned slowly. You placed one of the earphones in his ear, and you kept the other in yours.

As the music played and you hummed along, Will just stared at you. He used to do that often, but he never told you that in the meantime, he was thinking about how lucky he was.

About how he prayed to heaven, to God, to fate, to whatever was listening that life would stay like this forever. With you in his arms and your horrible musical choices.

"It's awful."

You both burst into laughter, and he didn't even complain when you hit him again. Nor did you when he pushed you beneath him, kissing you like a hungry man.

Your shared closet was full of little colorful notes - yellow, pink, green, and orange - and you read each one carefully.

Behind you, Will was biting one of his nails, looking at you as if Jane Austen herself were judging his work.

Exactly 36 minutes passed as you finished your reading, and in the end, you turned to him with a smile that brought his soul back to life.

It turns out that Will had always dreamed of being a writer, and you, better than anyone, had known this since that disastrous afternoon when you first met. In fact, you were surprised that he didn't already have four novels completed, given the speed and desperation with which he always wrote.

"It's perfect, love!" Yeah, it was just a storyboard but you still jumped into his arms, and with the coordination of two people who were born to be together, he lifted you off the ground.

Of course, you supported his dream, even if it meant quitting his job to write full-time. You knew it would be tough, exhausting for you as the primary provider, but in your eyes, it would all be worth it when you saw him dedicate his first book to you.

That had been the deal. You would get the first copy, the first page would clarify how important you were to him (that part was his suggestion), and the book, adorned with his autograph, would be part of the house's decor.

"I can't wait to read it." Your forehead rested against his.

"I love you." He told you all the time, in fact, he had been saying it since you were best friends, but this time it was different.

Special, sincere, and intimate.

Will wanted to tear out his heart and leave it in your hands, like the dramatic writer he had been for years.

And you wanted to take care of it, to take care of his heart, to take care of him, until your time ran out.

"I can't take it anymore, Will." You sobbed in his arms as he gently rocked you back and forth.

The edge of his desk was digging into your ribs every time he leaned forward, but you didn't complain; you knew he was doing his best to console you.

He could only think that it wasn't fair; you were giving up your life to let him fulfill his dream.

It turned out that when you started taking extra shifts, your body began to succumb to physical and emotional exhaustion. You were utterly drained, and in recent days, your boss wasn't making it any easier for you.

"Quit," was the first thing that came to his mind.

And that made you sob even more because you were no longer a child.

Because even though he offered you the easiest way out, you knew when things were possible and when they weren't, and losing your job without a backup plan was by no means an option. That was probably the most frustrating part, not seeing a way out.

Your boyfriend's beard tickled your forehead, and when your breathing synchronized with his, you thought what you always thought. 'This will be worth it someday.'

Will was worth it. Will was worth even more than this, and you knew it. You would never have the strength to ask him to be unhappy again for a little more money.

"We should get married."

Will choked on his cereal, his gaze leaving his laptop for a few seconds.

It wasn't the first time you had made such comments, and although you thought Will was simply too dumb to understand hints, he had decided to start ignoring them.

And he wasn't even sure why. Maybe he had never been attracted to the idea of marriage, maybe part of it made him feel like his youth was slipping through his fingers.

But this time you were too direct to ignore.

"I don't know, love," he scratched his beard, finally pushing his laptop aside.

Lately, you didn't spend as much time together without him writing, without the sound of the keys resonating in your head.

Anyway, his answer was enough to make you swallow hard.

It hurt that he doubted.

"I think we don't have enough money," he cleared his throat with the excuse.

You nodded silently.

That night you turned your back on him, and he unconsciously did the same. He didn't like it at all; in fact, he didn't want to repeat the experience ever again.

"How long are we going to keep this up?" Your voice was almost a cold whisper as you stared at your coffee cup.

Of course, Will had noticed for weeks that things weren't right between you, but by his own choice, he hadn't said anything.

He knew that talking would mean facing many things, maybe hearing from your own mouth everything he had been doing wrong. Losing you.

No scenario seemed tempting to him, so he chose the best way out of all this, pretending that everything was fine, playing dumb when you hinted in some way that things weren't going well. You see, perhaps Will's worst flaw was being selfish.

He could see you losing yourself over time, little by little, every day more, rather than letting you go. Letting you be happy somewhere else.

"Keep what up, love?"

Life was weighing you down. Your job, your relationship, feeling stuck in the same place. And on occasions like these, he reminded you that you weren't ready either.

You didn't have the strength to argue.

Your eyes were tired of the constant burning of tears.

You simply shook your head, and your boyfriend's heart returned to its normal rhythm.

He didn't know how long you would hold up like this, but at least for today, things would stay as they were.

You would sleep in his arms, and he would pretend that hugging you tighter was just an involuntary move and a way to silently comfort those sobs that you always thought would never wake him up.

Sometimes you felt like you were just exaggerating. That you, like all couples, were simply going through a rough patch.

Will was the same. He always was.

The one who made you laugh, the one who saved his last sip of coffee for you, and the one who promised to share his dream of a lifetime with you, which you confirmed on an ordinary Saturday.

He invited you to dinner and temporarily got rid of that beard that always scratched you when you kissed him. He took you to the movies and let you choose the film.

You made out in the last row of seats like teenagers with little time alone, and you laughed out loud when your lipstick ended up completely on his now swollen lips. And things only got better at home.

Yes, you were one of those ridiculous couples who had matching pajamas, and that night, after many, you wore them at the same time.

"I love you." Your stomach fluttered as it had the first time he said it to you, and you kissed his lips until you got tired.

Will watched you sleep, thinking about how lucky he was. He prayed with all his heart that the day would never come when you realized that he would never be worth it, and that unfortunately, living through those terrible ups and downs wouldn't be worth it someday either.

He prayed that you wouldn't notice how his face fell when you proposed the idea of starting a family, or how the excuse of an expensive wedding went to hell when you suggested something small with his family and yours.

Both of you slept on the couch, although the next day you woke up sore, you could ignore many things if Will held you that way with his arms.

Things came to an end exactly three months later when you realized that all the previous times you said, "I can't take it anymore" didn't compare to what it truly meant to not be able to take it anymore.

Will knew it; for a week, it could have been any day.

Still, no matter how much he prepared mentally, it felt like someone was ripping his stomach out when he woke up one day and found you sitting on the couch, a coffee cup in your hand, and your suitcases in front of you.

He thought it was ridiculous that you had to leave your own home, but to the very end, you were thinking of him.

"Don't go," was all he could say, and you looked at him.

You were exhausted.

"I can't stay, Will." You sounded so determined that he almost felt happy to hear you being yourself again. In fact, he couldn't remember the last time he heard you speak so firmly.

He wished it hadn't been this way.

"Every morning…" Your voice broke, along with his heart. "Every morning, I feel like I have to put my hands on my chest and check to confirm that I'm alive."

This was precisely what Will had been trying to avoid for so long.

"Please, don't do it," he repeated softly. For a writer of some of the most dramatic stories you'd ever read, he didn't seem to have much else on his mind than this, repeating over and over not to leave.

"Promise me it will be different, and I'll try, Will."

He swallowed hard.

"Make me your wife, make me your everything," you begged through tears.

And he couldn't. He couldn't even walk behind you to stop you as you left, dragging your noisy suitcases.

He knew he would dream for the rest of his nights about that broken hug and painful kiss on the cheek you gave him to say goodbye. And although his ears played him a continuous ringing, something he had only seen in movies, he managed to hear that you said something about taking care of himself.

It tore his soul apart to think that even in the last minute, you were thinking of his well-being, something he had stopped doing a long time ago.

Will's life spiraled downhill, but that's something he had predicted a long time ago. He knew that everything in him depended on you to be okay.

His writings lost their meaning, his novel remained half-finished when he realized that maybe it wasn't worth completing if he wouldn't have someone to dedicate it to in the end.

He always believed that misfortune could bring out the potential in any artist, but unfortunately, he wasn't one of those cases.

He never listened to any songs he recognized from being on the same playlist you used to play on any occasion, and his bed started to feel colder and colder, even in the summer.

The only thing he sometimes liked was that period of time between lying down and falling asleep; he liked to remember.

Sometimes, he even laughed at all those times he begged not to lose you. He wished he had done more than just pray.

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Chapter 6 - No, thank you!

Summary: Everything was going great, she had a boyfriend, won the match and she was back to school after spending a lovely weekend and relaxing. But will things remain the same when she has to spend an evening with Bryce Walker practicing?

Warnings: teenage drinking, Bryce being a d*ck, swearing, sexual assault. TRIGGER WARNING: I have put "..." before and after the scene so don't read it if you would be uncomfortable.

Genre: Angst, 13rw AU

Word Count: 1.6k

Previous

After that very Friday night, you were filled with new energy. You used to see classic rom-coms to fill the void over the weekend but last weekend you did not because you were already overwhelmed with the dopamine rushing through your veins.

The Monday blues were replaced by the butterflies in your stomach. Everything seemed easy and beautiful, and you had the feeling that nothing wrong can happen now. The boy, the tall black-haired boy with those intoxicating deep brown eyes who was nothing more than an acquaintance to you became your first high school boyfriend.

The day was delightful, and you were filled with confidence this time it was not caffeine it was all you, it was your performance at the game on Friday night and it was Zach leading you to feel that way. Unfortunately, Zach had to rush to his grandmother’s place on Sunday evening so he was not going to attend school today implying that you would not be able to flex about your boyfriend.

Though you had filled Jessica with all the information about the night in detail and she being the ‘share it all’ girlfriend told everything to Justin, and it is a proven fact that people talk. It was not like you wanted to date Zach secretly, but it was better to surprise people in the hallway than to have those suspicious jealous stares at you.

It was lunch and you were sitting in the outer area of the school cafeteria all alone and enjoying your ‘me time.’ But once you start dating, there is no real ‘me time’ to spend. A text from Zach disrupted your peaceful lunch.

“Hey babe, missing me?” said the text.

“Not really, I was actually spending my time with the love of my life, and you just interrupted in between” you texted back.

“What do you mean? With whom?” the text from him sounded so possessive and sweet at the same time.

“Food. It is the love of life and always will be” you replied.

“Oh, I thought… Sorry to disturb you, I just wanted to tell you that I miss you and I will be coming to school tomorrow.” He texted back inserting a smiling and winking emoji.

“I’ll be waiting!” you texted back with a wink emoji.

Your texting was interrupted by a husky voice saying “Hey!” You looked up and found Clay standing in front of you. “Is this seat taken?” he asked gesturing towards an empty seat beside you. “Hey, nerdy! No, you can sit. I can use some company.” You replied.

“Seems like you played well, Congrats Y/N,” said Clay in the most cheerful tone.

“Thank you, Clay!”

“Cool hoodie Jensen. Gotta say I love your hoodies so much that I feel like stealing them.” You commented on his hoodie.

Clay chuckled and said “You can just borrow them if you want, I will not deny. I would not recommend stealing because you know my mum’s a lawyer so…”

“Oh my god, are you threatening to sue me or something, I just meant it as a joke Clay.”

You were having a great lunch. Having a conversation with Clay was always refreshing and good for your blood pressure. You and Clay whenever had a conversation ended up disagreeing on various things like your favorite characters, books vs. movies, etc. Clay always challenged your opinions but you being you had the sole aim of getting him on your side and winning the argument.

The arguments were not arguments it was a mixture of laughing, mean comments, critiques, and being awkward on Clay’s part.

The company of two increased to three as Justin joined you guys after some time when the lunch was about to be over. You were about to leave when Clay asked you a question, “Y/N, I am going to a movie this evening, wanna join?”

Before you could answer Justin interferes and says “Dude, what are you doing? You cannot ask her out she is dating Zach.”

“Justin, I think Clay didn’t mean it like that, did you Clay?” you reassured by looking at Clay.

Clay got all awkward and his face had a touch of regret, but he made sure you did not notice and said “No, I meant as friends to hang out you know. Zach huh?”

“Yeah Zach, no red flags about him, are there?”

“Nah he is a good guy.” Said, Clay.

“How come you did not know? I thought half of the school knew already.”

Clay grinned “Well I am the other half it seems. So, would you come to the movie? And I am asking as friends,” said Clay looking at Justin.

“Sorry Clay I really want to, but I got to practice in the evening and then I gotta study for history. Can we do a rain check on that? It will be fun watching a movie.”

“Yeah, yeah sure. Whenever you are free,” said Clay.

It was time for your practice, and you went into the girls’ locker room to change into your workout clothes. Today your Coach was not going to instruct as he was on a leave so, you and the team were on their own. Today was physical, including running 15-20 laps and working on your core muscles. It was a tedious task and to be honest you enjoyed playing more than working out but sometimes we have to do things which we don’t enjoy just for the betterment.

You got ready and put on your tights and a tank top and you went into the field and started stretching. There was no one there yet as you and Zach were the only punctual ones so you knew everyone else was going to be late or might even skip because it was physical after all and even the coach was not there to keep a check.

You were just starting to do your laps until Bryce showed up.

“Hey Y/N, looking good,” said Bryce.

“Hey! Thanks. Where do you think is everybody today? Skipping or just late?” you asked him.

“I don’t know, no one texted me.”

“I know about Zach but others, no idea. You know what forget it, let us start the laps.” You suggested.

You and Bryce started running around the field talking in between about random things. Well, it was mostly Bryce talking and you listening. You did not vibe well with Bryce to talk and stuff, but you tolerated him just for the sake of the team spirit.

“Why don’t we skip too? We can hang out in the clubhouse. I mean the coach is not here. It’s just us from baseball, no one’s checking.” Proposed Bryce.

“Umm I don’t know, I better get going to my place if we’re skipping too.”

“Oh, come on Y/N for once learn how to have fun.” Said Bryce teasing you.

“If you call smoking pot and drinking beer fun then no, thank you!” You replied ferociously.

“I was not talking about smoking pot, geez not with you. I know you do not like it. I was talking about just chilling in the clubhouse you know just talking and clicking pictures and stuff.”

Did Bryce care about what you liked or not? You thought to yourself but ignored it as you did not care. Upon his much more begging, you agreed to hang out with him in the clubhouse. You grabbed your blue varsity jacket as you didn’t want to be cold and proceeded towards the clubhouse.

The environment of the clubhouse was cozy, and the lights were dim. Bryce put up some music in the background on your request. Mostly it was lo-fi music. You both were talking and drinking, Bryce was drinking beer and you stuck to your simple old drink of soda.

You and Bryce were sitting on the couch beside each other, and your phone was kept beside you on the couch. You got a text on your phone and turned to check it.

As you were checking the text you felt Bryce’s hands on your shoulders pressing them.

... (trigger warning)

“You are so stressed.” Said Bryce.

“What the fuck Bryce?! Get your hands off me, you asshole” you said, getting up and going towards the door to leave.

As you were leaving Bryce grabbed your hand and pulled you closer saying “Hey wait up, we can have some fun.”

You pushed him away and said “No! Now I know how come no one showed up to the practice as all of them are your bitches and you must have told them not to come so that you can have some “fun” and Zach not being here just added to the advantage as he is the only one who doesn’t always do what you say.”

“Come on…” he insisted trying to pull you close again.

...

This time no was not going to work. You threw a punch at his face leading his nose to bleed. And you said “Hurts, doesn’t it? You should know I work out too. Oh no, you wouldn’t know that because you are too busy staring at my ass the whole time.”

The punch was enough to stop Bryce from doing anything else. You ran up to your home straight into your room and cried your eyes out. You were proud that you took care of yourself but still, you felt like it was your fault.

At that moment you just wanted someone to be with you and comfort you. You couldn’t even study for history and kept thinking how the evening would have been different if you went to the movie with Clay.

A/N: Damn she's brave isn't she? do you guys think that this incident will jeopardize her relationship with Zach? comment and tell me what you think, and of course wait for the next chapter to find out ^^

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[facts-i-just-made-up]

What are the names of the letters of the alphabet?

The names we commonly use are of course nicknames, as many of their full names are too long to say when spelling a word out or whatever people do with letters. Here are their full proper names and titles for your edification and sensual pleasure:

A- Arturo Vesperetto Jones III

B- Bornius Lamont, Heir To Doldowlod

C- Clem

D- Delmonti Delbert Delmonico Dustwerth De Flump

E- Elliot Gould

F- Friar Lemongin Jr.

G- Gertrude "Don't Fucking Pronounce It Jif" Kimmings

H- Herbert Frank

I- Ionesco Clarissa von Explainsitalle

J- Jam Jammi Jamwyeth

K- Stanley Whigg

L- Lawrence Dekutree

M- Metallica Slayerdeth of Castle Anthrax

N- Neil Lien

O- Otholomew, Vice-regent Claudio Marcus Swizlestick VII

P- Penrose Stepford

Q- Quentin Quarantino

R- Remington Blandname-Wasteofspace, Esq.

S- Sugs Budnick Sr.

T- Tittae LaJigglibits

U- Uvuli "Jennifer" Throattonsil

V- Veronica Mulm

W- Wayne Braunschweigerjuice

Y- Yoolysses Joyce of Dublin

X- Xavier Theophrastus Donatien Domenech Dempsey Bounevialle Constance Tarquin Nepomuceno Hinneh Mahtovu Mana'im Pepper Paprika Müeslix Windred Wilfred Wilford Waterford von Marmaduke-Lipschitz Goldeneye LXIV

Z- Zed Brooks

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Falling For You.

[REQUEST] spencer reid x BAU!reader but they're in a secret relationship, and basically she gets him to watch all these romcoms, so when he makes a reference to something like Notting Hill or You've Got Mail and then the whole secret is blown.

warnings: mentions of lila archer, spoilers for 90s/2000s rom-coms, co-workers to lovers, love confessions, implied smut, secret relationships.

word count: 2.4k

It was no secret that the newest team member had a thing for romantic comedies. From the little jokes she made with Penelope to the quote from Pretty Woman on her travel mug, she was a walking Rom-Com reference.

Hotch understood some of the references, JJ would talk her ear off about her favourites, and even Emily and Derek would jokingly re-enact that scene from When Harry Met Sally every time they had a team lunch. It was only Spencer who didn’t get the jokes, and after having to explain them all to him 1 too many times, she finally invited him over to watch some. 

The first one they watched together was Can’t Buy Me Love. Patrick Dempsey, a loveable nerd has been saving up all summer to buy the telescope of his dreams when the girl next door accidentally ruins her mom's favourite dress and needs to buy a replacement… he ends up buying it for her on the condition that she pretends to date him so his Senior Year can be his best year yet. Spencer likes the movie overall, he wishes someone in his high school took enough pity on him to make him popular. But his favourite scene is when they go to the abandoned airplane graveyard and watch the stars in his homemade telescope. 

“I can make one of those,” Spencer whispers to her. 

“Really?” 

He nods, “It would be pretty easy… maybe we could go star gazing someday too?” He asks, biting the bullet and making this movie date the first of many dates they’d go on. 

—

The next movie they watch is Never Been Kissed. Drew Barrymore is a nerdy reporter who goes undercover at a high school and gets to relive her teen years while falling in love for the first time. Spencer likes this one because he can relate, he never had his first kiss until well into his 20s… and she was an actress, too. When he explains that to Y/N she can’t believe it, but he has the magazine photos of them saying goodbye after the case to prove it. 

“Have you kissed many people since then?” She asks, wishing he’d move a little closer to her and steal one. 

He nods, “a few.” 

“anyone good?” 

He shakes his head, “no, I’m saving the best kiss for last.” 

She looks puzzled? “What?” 

“My best kiss will be from the girl I end up marrying,” he gives her a smile and moves his hand over to hold hers. 

“Oh,” she bites back a smile and looks down at their interlocked fingers. “Have you at least met her yet?” 

“I think so…” 

“Well, then shouldn’t you kiss her to find out if she’s the right one?” She teases, leaning into his space even more. 

“I suppose you’re right,” he teases, he cups her face with his free hand and rubs his thumb over her cheek, “are you sure you’re okay with this?” 

She nods and leans in all the way this time. Effectively pressing their lips together. And even for a first kiss, it sure does feel different. It feels like her last first kiss ever. 

—

Keeping it a secret at work is hard when all they want to do is stare at each other with googly-eyes, they’ve fallen head over heels for each other and not told a single soul. No one knows about their movie dates or their real dates either. No one knows they’ve spent a whole night kissing or that they really, really, don’t mind sharing the hotel room with the two queen beds. And they definitely don’t know that they only slept in the one. Together. The whole week they were away. 

After the case ends, they head back to her apartment for their mandated 48 hours off with the pan to watch as many movies as they can. 

The third movie they watch is You’ve Got Mail. 

“Rival bookstore owners hate each other in real life, yet on the internet manage to fall madly in love with one another. Based on an older movie called The Shop Around The Corner, it’s a beloved story brought to life once again by the one and only Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan.” 

She explains every movie like this before they put it on. He’s honestly only watching them because he loves listening to her talk about them. 

“You see, they both have partners in real life but they email each other every day, as friends… but you know what it's like in movies like these,” she smirks. “Best friends who have a lot in common find it easy to fall in love.” 

“That they do,” he agrees. 

He raises his arm over the back of the couch and she sits back, leaning into his side just as his hand lands on her shoulder. They snuggle up close, she hits play and he watches with glee, not knowing this was going to become his favourite movie by the time it’s over. 

His favourite line is when two cars honk at each other and their drivers get out to argue, followed by Meg Ryan saying “Don’t you love New York in the fall?” Which is something Tom Hanks says to her in an email earlier that morning.

He loves the way the old man recalls a woman of his past and called her “enchanting” because what a wonderful thing to say about a woman.

He giggles when Tom Hanks tosses aside Pride and Prejudice cause he just doesn’t get it the way Meg's character does. But ultimately, he picks it back up because he wants to get to know her through her reading history. 

“I sympathize with Frank,” Spencer whispers as he brings out a typewriter when they have a perfectly good computer at her house. 

“I know,” she laughs. “I love the tablets at work, I can’t believe you still have Penny paint the files out for you.” 

You are a lone reed standing tall, waving boldly in the curet sands of commerce. Frank compliments Kathleen, or at least he tries to. 

Spencer giggles again. “I remember what it was like being a lone Reid,” he whispers before pressing a kiss to her cheek. 

She gets all flustered, so madly in love with him that she wants to scream it from the rooftops but it feels way too soon. They’re only 3 movies into their relationship. Maybe at 10, she’ll tell him. Till then, she looks over at him and steals a real kiss. 

Kathleen is so passionate about her books in the same way that Y/N loves her movies. Spencer sees so many similarities between them that it’s really no wonder that Tom Hanks’ character falls in love with her. Passionate, kind, beautiful women will always have a place in Spencer's heart. 

Their 4th movie is another Meg Ryan classic; When Harry Met Sally, and now Spencer understands why Derek pretends to have an orgasm when he eats a good salad… 

Their 5th movie is Notting Hill and Y/N can tell he doesn’t like it very much because unlike William Tucker, the actress who kissed Spencer never talked to him again after that. 

Their 6th movie, however, is Pretty Woman. And while they shared a bed all through the last case, they’ve never really slept together. So watching a movie all about sex and falling in love really didn’t help the frustration they were both feelings. By the time the movie ended, it was almost midnight and they should’ve been getting ready for bed. 

She gets up and heads to her room, expecting him to follow but he just stands in her doorway, watching with a bit of anxiety in his gut. 

“So…” Spencer asks. “What happens after he climbs up and rescues her?” 

She stills, her heart fills with love and she quickly makes his way to him. She cups his face in her hands, staring up at him. “She rescues him right back.” 

“Indeed you have,” he leans in and presses a quick kiss to her lips. “You know what all these movies have in common?” 

“What?” She has no idea where he’s going with this.

“They all fell in love pretty quickly, I mean just look at Vivian and Edward, it took them less than a week,” he explains. “So I don’t feel too crazy when I say… I love you, Y/N. I love you so very much.” 

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” she whispers between kisses. 

They kiss and kiss and he walks with her, leading her toward the bed where they fall in and make love for the first time. It's hot and close and emotional. It's slow and steady and perfect. It’s everything both of them have dreamed of when they finally met the one. 

— 

On their second day off they watch How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days, 13 Going On 30, 50 First Dates, A Walk to Remember, 10 Things I Hate About You, and The Holiday. They would’ve gotten to more if they weren’t so wrapped up in one another. By the time they go back to work, they’ve gotten through half of her list of favourite movies. 

He’s not sure if it’s luck or coincidence or what… but their next case happens to be in New York. 

When they land, they get into their Bureau-issued SUVs and weave in and out of traffic on their way to the scene. They’re honked at multiple times and Spencer just smirks to himself. It’s not until they get out and they’re honked at once again, with some guy yelling at them to get out of his way, that Spencer turns to her and says. “Don’t you love New York in the fall?” 

She giggles and shoves him, “Shut up.” 

“It’s not the fall?” JJ remarks, not knowing why he’d say such a thing or why she’d react like that. 

“Hey, isn’t that…” Emily thinks it over for a second. “That’s a line from you’ve got mail!” 

“How would Spencer know that movie?” JJ laughs it off. 

Spencer turns to beat red with embarrassment. “I’ve seen it…” 

“You’ve seen you’ve got mail?” Derek even rides him for this slip-up. “And when do you have time to watch rom-coms?” 

“I’ve seen the original,” he lies. “It’s based on The Shop Around The Corner. My mom liked it before she got sick.” 

“Okay,” they drop it there. 

Thankfully. 

And by the time the case ends, 3 days have passed, the unsub has been booked into Jail at 9am and they’re free to go home. If they want to. Derek suggests they all go out for breakfast, and Hotch says he rather go home and sleep. JJ wants to go shopping and Emily’s right there with her. 

Spencer on the other hand, he opens his phone and sends Y/N a message. 

“There’s a place in Riverside Park at 91st street where the path curves and there’s a garden. I’ll be waiting there for you.” 

She digs her phone out of her pocket seconds later and smiles, a small sigh leaves her as her shoulders slump. She’s so in love with him it's unreal. 

“What about you, Y/N?” Emily asks her. “Do you want to come with us?” 

“No… no, I have a friend in town I want to meet up with.” 

“Looks like it’s just me and you for breakfast, pretty boy,” Derek teased, wrapping his arm around Spencer. 

He shakes his head, “Actually, I was thinking about going on a little sightseeing adventure, you know I only come to new york for work.” 

“Fine then,” Derek drops it and he, Emily and JJ watch as Spencer and Y/N head off, out of the precinct and in different directions. “I bet you ten bucks they’re meeting up.” 

“Hold on,” JJ says as she calls up Penelope. “Hey, yeah, can you tell me where Spencer and Y/N’s GPS pings in 20 minutes?” 

“I can… why?” Penny asks nervously. 

“No reason. Just a hunch.” 

When Penelope eventually calls her back all she has to say is Riverside Park at 91st Street and they know. 

—

Y/N gets there first, she’s never seen this place in person before. The flowers are even more vibrant than in the movie. There are bees dancing around every other flower, couples walking around hand in hand, people on dog walks and moms with their strollers. It’s just an average early morning in New York. 

And then she sees him. He comes rounding the corner, he’s carrying a bouquet of flowers wrapped in newspaper… at least she thinks they’re flowers. 

What they don’t notice is their friends on the other side of the garden, watching them get closer and closer until they’re chest to chest. He wraps his free hand around her waist, she cups his face in her own hands, and she stares up at him like he hung the stars just for her.  

“I wanted it to be you,” Spencer whispers what was originally Meg Ryan's line. “I wanted it to be you so badly.” 

“You sure did save the best for last,” she knows exactly what he means. 

Just as they lean in to kiss, as his lips meet hers, they hear it. Someone is playing “Somewhere Over The Rainbow” just for them. They smile into the kiss, shocked that their life is playing out like a perfectly written movie and then they see them.

It’s their own friends who played it. They’re clapping in the distance, “Woo!!” Emily cheers.

“We knew this would happen!” Derek throws in for good measure. 

They can’t help but laugh, Spencer pulls her in for another kiss, a longer, more hearty kiss. He loves her and he wants everyone to know. 

When she pulls back, she looks as though she could cry, so he extends the bouquet to her. It’s a bunch of yellow, newly sharpened number 2 pencils tied up with string. 

“Don’t you love New York in the fall?” 

“Not as much as I love you,” she says as she takes them, gladly. “Not even close.” 

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Hi, so I've recently watched the Thanksgiving movie with Patrick Dempsey and it was sooo good. So I wanted to ask if you could please write something about Charles dating actress!reader who stars in a horror movie but even tho he is not a big fan of horror movies he agrees to watch it for her because he wants to be the best boyfriend so could you please write it with a mix of smau with nell verlaque as face claims 🫶🏻

supportive boyfriend ⋆ charles leclerc

pairing: charles leclerc x actress!reader

word count: 601

warnings: mixed smau and writing

a/n: i, too, am not a huge fan of horror movies (i hate them actually), also this was quite short but i hope you like it <3

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user1 the bond they all have >>>>

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user2 i love her so so much

user3 omg i watched the movie and it was amazing!!

user4 y/n the new scream queen frr

user5 wait tf is charles leclerc doing in her likes

user6 girl they're dating u didn't know? she went to promote one her movies to the miami gp last year, they met, become really good friends and they started dating. it was like a rom com truly user5 that's so cute

user7 anyone expecting charles reaction for this new movie? we all know how fearful he is

user8 yess he's probably biting his nails trying to come up with ideas to not see it

And he was.

He was more than proud of his girlfriend and loved seeing her on screen. He always watched her latest movies on the plane when she wasn’t around. But this was the first horror movie she’d made, and the idea of watching it terrified him. He had always struggled with that genre; his two brothers loved horror movies and insisted on watching them when they were kids, which led to Charles having countless sleepless nights.

He had tried to convince Max or Arthur to watch it before him and tell him if it was too scary, but neither of them had time. He searched for summaries on YouTube, but it was still too early for people to have summarized it.

The only thing left was to mentally prepare himself. Be very aware that it was all fiction and that nothing would come after him once the movie ended.

He arrived at his girlfriend’s apartment, greeting her with a kiss and a box of her favorite sweets along with a rose.

“Aw, thanks, Charlie,” she hugged him and gave him a longer kiss. “Come on, I’ve got everything ready to watch it.”

Y/N was truly excited, and it showed on her face. She was very proud of this project and eager to show it to her biggest supporter at last. Charles knew this and had done everything possible to stay calm. But then he saw the setup: Y/N had turned down all the lights, leaving only a few candles lit, and the movie was already on the TV. The poster showed her covered in blood with a terrified expression.

“Are you ready?” Y/N said, sitting on the couch. Charles followed suit, and she snuggled up against his chest.

“Of course,” he said immediately. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

Y/N looked at him with a little smile and kissed his cheek before pressing play. The first fifteen minutes were fine; they were introducing the plot and the characters. But then the tone of the movie started to darken, and Charles shifted nervously in his seat. Y/N noticed and intertwined her hand with Charles’, placing it on her chest.

Y/N realized how Charles flinched several times during the next few minutes, so she sat up and paused the movie.

“What’s wrong?” Charles asked instantly, completely confused though secretly relieved to have a moment to rest.

“Charles, you know I won’t be mad if you’re scared to watch the movie, right?” Y/N spoke with a sweet smile.

Charles pressed his lips together and looked down, just enough for Y/N to widen her smile and kiss him, cupping his cheeks with her hands. “I’m not scared,” he said in the middle of the kiss. Y/N raised her eyebrows, said nothing, and exited the movie. “But don’t turn it off, I want to watch it, I swear!”

“Char…”

“No, let’s watch it, mon amour,” Charles insisted, taking control of the remote.

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charlesleclerc IT WAS DARK AND I FELT SOMETHING IN MY FACE I WAS SCARED

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(g)i-dle reaction to you doubting why they chose you

@ryupages / xenia

genre: fluff(?), angst(?)

pairing: ot6 x reader

warning(s): n/a, just some self doubt

note: i’ve been gone from this account for waayy too long, a lot has happened but i figured i’m ready to continue writing! happy pride month everyone!!!

miyeon (미연)

miyeon was expecting the question to come up sooner or later. she saw the way you looked at the other people miyeon was surrounded by.. and no matter how much she’d compliment you, you still felt as though you couldn’t compare.

even though she was anticipating it, the question shattered her heart nonetheless.

miyeon pouted and frowned as you beat around the bush, mentioning how all these other people were beautiful and more in your girlfriend’s league.

however, she knew what you were trying to say: “why did you choose me?”

clinging onto you mid sentence, miyeon once again reassured you that she loves you and listed all the reasons why she chose you. she made sure that you knew that you were one and only choice.

“please believe my words, you’re all i could ever ask for.”

—

minnie (민니)

someone must’ve poisoned your mind. out of nowhere, you’re asking what she sees in you? she couldn’t lie; there was an underlying anger settling in the bottom pit of her stomach. it wasn’t exactly directing at you for asking, just the thought of someone out there making you question just how much love she held for you.

“who?”

she blurted out the question in the middle of your doubtful rant, startling yet confusing you.

noticing your confusion, she elaborated, “who made you feel this way? is it me? who made you doubt my love for you?”

you fell quiet. minnie only stared at you until she got an answer, knowing that whatever you replied with would only make her heart frown.

what felt like hours passed, and you finally spoke. you told her that it was just your insecurities catching up to you, especially seeing the idols she interacts with on shows and interviews.

minnie sighed, upset that you let your thoughts win over your emotions. putting that mild disappointment aside, she understood and made sure you knew just how much she loved and adored you.

—

soojin (수진)

she could find out anything. soojin watched from afar as your mood became bitter while watching her on shows with other idols. she took note of the way your face grew sour as she talked to her other friends, friends that she knew you were comparing yourself to.

but she never said a word.

the last thing she wanted was for to feel like a fool, but she also couldn’t do nothing while you felt like you were out of soojin’s league. you were as beautiful as a field of flowers. she adored you so much.

from extra kisses to bragging about you to the idols she noticed you stared extra long at, soojin tried her best to make you feel loved. holding you in bed a little tighter, complimenting you even if your hair was sticking out after a long nap.. she let you know how beautiful she saw you.

“you’re really cute when you do that, y/n.. how’d i get so lucky?”

—

soyeon (소연)

it didn’t click for her at first. she chalked up your small remarks in regards of yourself to just having a bad moment, and she made sure to reassure you. however, the insults you made towards yourself gradually became more and more. she observed your body become tense as she talked to another idol, a bitter expression resting on your face. were you jealous? you had no reason to be, she wouldn’t date anyone else other than you.

she never stopped reassuring you, but the last straw was when you said that she was going to leave you for a specific idol that she had been casually talking to. she overheard you say it as she approached your shared bathroom. she clenched her jaw before opening the door, asking why you would ever say such a thing and actually believe it.

she held you as you cried, apologizing for the words you spewed out before. she only held you tighter, whispering that you were her only choice.

—

yuqi (우기)

she thought it was funny. when you approached her and asked if she’d rather date tzuyu than you, she couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle. she asked if you were actually being serious. when you nodded, more giggles erupted.

you were lost; what was so funny? when the laughter died down, yuqi finally gave you a stern look, making you shudder at how quick her mood changed. she cocked an eyebrow in confusion before speaking,

“what makes you think i’d want her?”

you hesitated before beating around the bush, the phrases “she’s prettier” and “you’d look better with her” being muttered out of your mouth.

yuqi frowned, stopping you mid sentence with a gentle kiss to your lips. she pulled away before resting her head against yours.

“don’t be a fool, you’re the only one i could ever imagine being with for a very long time.”

—

shuhua (슈화)

she never gave you a chance to doubt her love to you. she literally wouldn’t. everyone knew she was taken, HAPPILY taken and by whom. she loved proudly and anyone that tried to flirt with her or shoot their shot was immediately shut down.

she was in an interview with the rest of the group, and she was visibly not having it. it was when the interviewer asked shuhua if she’d ever replace you with someone who’s prettier that almost tipped her over the edge. she finally broke when he even suggested idols that would be “a better fit” for her.

shuhua immediately shot up out of her seat, knowing you’re at home probably believing and agreeing with his disgusting words.

“how dare you say something like that? y/n is the only one i love, i don’t need your useless “suggestions” on who is better for me!”

the members calm her down and move her back to her seat but she could care less if her reputation would be tainted after this. she didn’t want someone else. you were her only one.

and you knew that.

—

gifs are not mine!! credits go to their rightful owners!! 🩶

[cloveswifey]

Teach Me

Parings: Zach Dempsey x fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluffyyy, basketball, big ego, kissing, zach being a cute boyfriend, cuteness, fluff overload, requests open

Type: Fluff

Words: 0.3k

One day, Zach had the brilliant idea of teaching y/n how to play his beloved sport; Basketball

"Please babe, let me teach you," Zach urged with a reassuring smile.

"But I've never even played before!" Y/N protested, crossing her arms defensively.

"Don't worry, I've got your back. Plus, who better to learn from than yours truly," he said with a playful wink, causing Y/N to giggle.

"Okay, fine," Y/N finally relented, sensing the excitement and enthusiasm in Zach's voice.

So, Zach took Y/N to the park one sunny afternoon. He brought a basketball along and they found an empty court to play on.

"Okay, first things first, let's work on your dribbling," Zach said, tossing her the ball. "Just try to get it to bounce smoothly between your legs."

Y/N laughed. This was harder than it looked. But she was determined to learn.

Zach patiently coached her through the basics of dribbling, passing, and shooting. Their conversation flowing smoothly as they talked about everything from family to career aspirations.

After a while, Y/N was actually starting to get the hang of it. And when she finally made a basket, Zach couldn't help but pull her into a tight embrace.

"You did it! That was amazing!" he exclaimed, beaming down at her.

Y/N felt her cheeks heat up. She couldn't help but smile, feeling grateful for Zach's encouragement and faith in her.

As they continued to play, Zach kept showering Y/N with compliments and affection. And when she managed to make another basket, he pulled her in for a big, passionate kiss.

Y/N felt her heart racing as they leaned into each other. This was the happiest she had ever felt.

[angelwheat]

The Mundane and the Magic

༻ a codz x reader story ༺

➶ The Giant // ❝ Self-righteous Suicide ❞

➶ Chapter Six , 1336 words

Every clock strikes three in unison, followed by a resounding chime that signifies not a positive event, but rather a monotonous signal that Richtofen had just shot his future self point-blank in the face.

The German steps off the teleporter platform, his leather boots crushing the grit as he strides forward, his expression utterly impassive as he looks down upon his older self pooling in his own blood with sheer disgust for his dastardly ways. Despite feeling a sense of mental relief at having completed the first and most crucial step in securing the betterment of the universe, he is also pleased to have eliminated a lurking horror of a man he was supposedly destined to become from his conscience.

However, it seemed that only the German perceived the positive aspect of this vengeful deed. The others stand scattered around the murder scene, none of them gratified by what they had witnessed.

“You’re sick, Richtofen.” Dempsey expresses himself assertively, with a visible look of disdain on his face that Richtofen chooses to ignore.

Richtofen countered, practically growling back at him, “I did what was necessary.”

“Yeah, sure.” Dempsey feigned his belief with a dramatic eyeroll.

Prior to this, Richtofen had finally informed them of their mission in greater detail during a time when they had a break for the night. He delved into almost all aspects of the potential outcome if they followed the plan accordingly, as well as warning them of the challenges they were yet to face, and the upheaval if things went wrong.

They all listened intently, and surprisingly with no one adding their input. Although, Richtofen knew it was difficult to sound sane when you were practically describing the collapse of the entire universe if you so much as dropped a pin at the wrong place and time.

Yet Richtofen had not fully convinced them that this current step was essential, as he always seemed too shifty in the presence of a certain someone, especially as he holds the secret that this person was informed of the basis of the plan before the rest of them.

And it was (Y/n).

The chiming of clocks briefly stilled the air when they stopped all together, instead causing an unpredictable tension to rise between the men just moments after that single bullet was fired.

Richtofen had knelt beside the corpse of his former self, and the men watched him just as (Y/n) was. Although, they chose to turn their backs when he began rummaging through the pockets of his uniform, not caring for what more he had to do.

However, (Y/n) was unable to avert her gaze, despite the horror contouring her features as Richtofen deliberately placed his hands on the body, retrieving a couple of vials from his jacket before rising and intentionally stepping over the corpse, leaving it to drown in its own blood gushing from the bullet wound between its eyes.

As Richtofen moved away from the body, his gaze fixated on her. His stare was cold, yet (Y/n) noticed a subtle change in his otherwise impassive expression as his brows furrowed slightly and his lips momentarily formed a straight line, almost conveying a sense of awkwardness or a feeble attempt at an apology for what she had unwillingly been exposed to.

But there was no time for contemplation as an alarming cacophony of hissing and screeching filled their ears, prompting everyone to assume a defensive stance.

“This building is not secure.” Nikolai asserted as he advanced, shotgun in hand. “We must go!”

His articulation was gruff due to his pronounced Russian accent, but he was undoubtedly correct. Judging by the intensity of the shrieks and piercing screams, the impending invasion of undead would render it virtually impossible for all five of them to escape unscathed.

The structural integrity of the facility had deteriorated significantly, rendering it incapable of withstanding a light snowfall. Given the extended duration of the fivesome’s occupation, which spanned weeks, the situation had become dire.

“We must relocate to higher ground.” The Russian commanded.

Recognising the gravity of the situation and the absence of alternative survival strategies, the group unanimously complied with the Russian’s directive. They promptly initiated their ascent to safer locations.

Anticipating the potential for the crew members to become separated, Richtofen issued a clear instruction. “Proceed to teleporter C! We are leaving!”

As (Y/n) navigated the perilous environment, a barricade collapsed beside her. A decayed, grasping hand emerged from the debris, narrowly missing her hair. In a swift and decisive manoeuvre, Takeo intercepted the zombie’s attack, severing the arm with a single strike of his katana.

Without pausing to express gratitude, (Y/n) swiftly joined Takeo in pursuit of the rest of the crew.

The were only few locations around the facility that were secure from ambush, albeit rather small. A few had hastily departed when the area became congested, leaving (Y/n) and Takeo to remain side-by-side.

Retreating across platforms as undead creatures charged directly at them and sprinting through corridors before hordes could encircle them from both ends caused them to perspire profusely despite the frigid temperatures.

On several occasions, they lost their footing as the sheet of ice on the ground acted as a deadly trap, and (Y/n) found herself caught when her foot slipped out from under her, causing her to stumble and fall heavily into a barricade. She was unable to break her fall and injured her arm on a piece of wood that protruded like a blade, tearing a portion of her sleeve in the process.

Takeo had observed with a flash of concern as (Y/n) scrambled to her feet, drawing his katana to protect her from the approaching zombies. Fortunately, their destination, the teleporter, was not far off.

Proceeding through an underpass, the facility situated at the rear of the premises came into clear view, where Nikolai and Dempsey were spotted clearing hordes from inside the building, presenting an opportune moment for a swift escape.

As (Y/n) glanced over her shoulder, she noticed a decrease in the number of zombies. The rapid gunfire from the two men behind her had slowed, but the horde approaching her, and Takeo remained substantial.

The crew retreated into the building, unleashing a barrage of bullets upon the seemingly endless stream of creatures.

Amidst the chaos, Dempsey’s voice boomed, “Where’s Richtofen?!”

(Y/n)’s eyes widened in shock as she quickly scanned the building’s surroundings.

The Doctor’s absence caused significant distress, leading to a surge of apprehension and disturbing mental imagery involving his potential demise at the hands of the undead, hindering (Y/n)’s ability to concentrate on eliminating the imminent threat posed by the approaching hordes.

“We can’t leave without him!” She exclaimed, her voice betraying a sense of urgency. “We need to hold them off until he- “

A male figure, clad in a soiled waistcoat and shirt, emerged from a small opening within the zombie cluster, barging his way through. His attire stood out amidst the uniformity of the undead. Richtofen stumbled forward, hastily regaining his balance and inevitably kicking bullet shells as his arms flailed dramatically.

Richtofen’s appearance prompted the group to proceed towards the teleporter, but (Y/n) remained steadfast until the German reached her.

As Richtofen approached, his arm instinctively extended to guide her alongside him, to which she complied.

They arrived at the teleporter together, and Dempsey instinctively extended his hand to grasp hers, failing to notice her wounded arm as he drew (Y/n) to stand in the centre of the group. Although, his action went unnoticed as he called out,

“Get us outta here, Doc!”

Richtofen promptly activated the machine seemingly with the snap of his fingers. The device emitted a sequence of indiscernible sounds as a surge of electrical energy coursed through its intricate mechanisms, causing the ground beneath their feet to vibrate intensely. A brilliant flash of purple light enveloped them, and in an instant, they vanished, leaving only a wisp of smoke to dissipate from the machine as it transported them to an unknown destination. 

To be continued…

[loveroftoomanyfandoms]

Cooking Up Love, Chapter 8

Pairing: Chef!Matt Murdock x F!Journalist!Reader

Rating: T

Story Summary: Here 

Warnings/Tags: Hallmark levels of fluffy, cheesy goodness (and speed that their relationship develops, lol), no use of Y/N, Matt is not a vigilante, idiots in love, love confessions (but not to each other 🫠)

Word Count: ~2650

A/N: Short little filler chapter here to move the plot along, but next up is the big "recipe testing" dinner!

Thanks as always to @theradioactivespidergwen for the divider!

Tag List: @yarrystyleeza @hailey-murdock @mattkinsella @bellaxgiornata @danzer8705 @chezagnes @shouldbestudying41 @thepunisherfrankcastle @mattmurdocks6thscaleapartment

"So? How was it?" Skyler said as soon as she saw you in the staff break room the next morning.

You laughed and shook your head. "Can I at least make some coffee before you start interrogating me about my brunch?"

"Oh, I already took care of that." Skyler turned and handed you a to-go cup from your favorite coffee shop near the office. "I know how much you hate Monday morning staff meetings and figured I'd get something for you while I was getting my own coffee."

You took a sip and sighed blissfully. "You are an angel, you know that? I owe you one."

Skyler took a sip of her own beverage. "So spill, girl, spill! How was Chef Hottie's cake?"

You shook your head with a grin. "Ok well first off, it's Chef Matt , and secondly, his crepes were excellent once again, as was the omelet I ordered. You really should check the restaurant out for Sunday brunch at the very least, although I'm sure their dinner menu is amazing too."

Skyler took another sip of her coffee as you walked into the conference room together and sat. "How was the rest of your day? Hopefully you did something more exciting than watching a bunch of senior citizens play bingo."

You nodded, smiling to yourself as you thought about your afternoon and evening with Matt. "Actually, yeah. Matt invited me along on his after-work errands yesterday afternoon so I could observe him outside of the kitchen."

"Ooh, so you got to spend the whole afternoon with him? Lucky. So what did you two do together?"

"He volunteers to cook for the soup kitchen at Clinton Church on Sundays after the restaurant closes, so I helped him out with that, then I watched him work out at the gym for a bit, then he asked me if I wanted to have dinner with him."

Skyler's eyes grew wide. "He asked you out on a date ? Way to bury the lede!"

You shook your head. "No, not a date , he just invited me to have dinner with him at his apartment as a thank-you for helping him out at the church, that's all."

"You went to his apartment? " 

You opened your mouth to tell her that it wasn't a big deal but was interrupted by Ellison walking into the conference room. "Okay, let's get this show on the road," he said. "First order of business: Kelsie, welcome back. Glad to see you're feeling better."

You glanced over at Kelsie, who was sulking at the other end of the table.

Ellison looked at his notes. "Okay, so assignment updates! Skyler, how was the fundraiser for the senior center?"

"Great," Skyler replied. "I sent you my article last night."

"Okay, good. Mark, what's going on in sports this week?"

Mark, who wrote the sports column, sat up in his chair. "I've got an interview with Coach Calhoun on Wednesday and Coach Dempsey on Thursday, so the article about the big rivalry between PS 114 and PS 118 will be ready to go for Friday's edition."

"Excellent." Ellison said your name. "How's the Restaurant Week feature coming?"

"It's coming along great," you replied. "Chef Murdock has been really open and cooperative, so it'll be no problem getting that article to you by EoD Wednesday."

Ellison nodded. "Fantastic. Okay, new assignments. Skyler, you're covering the music festival this weekend. They'll have a press pass for you at the gate. Kelsie, since we switched up the Restaurant Week feature you're now going to be handling the daily report on what each participating restaurant is featuring. Everyone else, you know your assignments. Let's get to it."

You stood and picked up your cup of coffee.

"Not enough to steal the Features position out from under me, was it?" you heard Kelsie say from behind you. "Now you're going after the lead story for Restaurant Week too."

You turned and raised an eyebrow. There had been a (one-sided, in your opinion) rivalry between you and Kelsie ever since you and she had both been up for the Features position six months earlier. "Oh damn, you caught me. I made sure that you would get food poisoning just so I could swoop in and steal the Restaurant Week feature when I know nothing about the culinary industry and had never met Chef Murdock until a few days ago after the article was assigned to me. And as for the Features position, I won that promotion fair and square. It's not my fault that my article was better and that you bombed the mock interview, just like you would've tanked this one."

Kelsie scoffed. "Yeah, right. I'm sure he would've been extremely 'cooperative' with anyone interviewing him -- as long as they were female and had a pulse."

You shook your head. "What are you talking about? Chef Murdock has been nothing but professional towards me the entire week."

Kelsie smirked. "Oh didn't you know? Matthew Murdock will do anything -- and any one -- to try to salvage his reputation, so there must be a reason if he's not hitting on you."

Before you could respond she turned and flounced out of the conference room.

"What a bitch," Skyler muttered under her breath.

You shook your head. "I'm not worried about her. Ellison knows what I'm capable of."

Skyler sighed. "Anyway, I want to hear all about your not-date with Chef Hottie. Lunch later?"

You nodded. "Sure."

"Great. I'll swing by your desk around 11:30."

"Okay."

You went back to your desk, dutifully ignoring the daggers Kelsie was continuing to shoot your way, and worked on your other tasks until it was time for lunch.

You looked up as Skyler stopped by, purse in hand. "Ready?"

You nodded. "Yeah, let's go."

The two of you walked down the street to your favorite food truck. 

"Okay, so tell me everything ," Skyler said once the two of you sat down at a nearby table with your food. "Like how you went from going to Daredevil for brunch to a private dinner with the chef."

"There's not much to tell," you replied with a light laugh. "But okay."

You took a breath. "I had told Matt on Saturday that I was planning on coming back to Daredevil for Sunday brunch because the crepes he had made during the cooking demo he did for me were really good, so he told me to get his staff to let him know that I was there and he'd come say hi."

A small smirk graced Skyler's face. "So he was willing to drop everything in order to come talk to you, got it."

You shook your head. "He wound up bringing my order out to me, so while we were talking he asked me if I would be interested in seeing how he develops his recipes so I agreed to stop by Daredevil tonight after work for another cooking demo. Then he asked me if I wouldn't mind accompanying him on his after-work errands since he thought that it would be beneficial to my article for me to spend some time with him outside of the kitchen."

Skyler huffed out a laugh. "Right, beneficial to your article, sure."

You smiled and shook your head. "We went by Clinton Church first to cook for the soup kitchen--"

Skyler held up a finger. "Wait a second. So he asked you to spend the afternoon with him out of the kitchen, then brought you to a different kitchen to watch him cook?"

You shrugged. "I didn't mind. He usually cooks at Daredevil and just brings everything over to the church, but he asked me if I wouldn't mind coming over early and he'd just do his cooking for the church over there instead."

Skyler raised an eyebrow. "Mmhmm, so he could spend even more time with you."

" Anyway, after we finished up at the church we headed to his gym since he frequently goes after service to unwind."

Skyler grinned. "Ooh, so you got to see him all sweaty?"

You nodded. "The arms on that man, let me tell you…"

"And the ass." Skyler did a chef's kiss. "You can't tell me you didn't check out his ass."

Your face heated. "Well… maybe a bit."

Skyler gasped. "You did! I knew you were interested in him!"

You groaned. "He's so handsome and sweet and funny and genuine, not to mention an incredible chef… but I'm writing a story about him for the paper, it's completely unethical for me to be thirsting after him -- even though it's absolutely unfair how good he looks in a tank top and a pair of sweatpants."

Skyler shook her head. "Your story's due, when, Wednesday? After that you won't have to worry about journalistic integrity or whatever's stopping you from jumping his bones. So how'd you wind up going home with him?"

You wrinkled your nose. "Don't say it like that, you make it sound so… clandestine ."

Skyler rolled her eyes playfully. "Okay, fine. Having dinner, happy?"

You chuckled. "Yes. After he was done at the gym I asked him where to next and he said that was all he had left to do so I said okay and that I'd see him later, but then he asked if I'd like to have dinner with him as a thank-you for helping him out at the soup kitchen. I agreed, so we stopped by his plot at the Clinton Community Garden to pick some fresh basil then headed to his apartment."

Skyler waved a hand at you to go on. "Where you…"

You shrugged. "Where I drank some wine and ate some delicious carbonara, then sat and talked with Matt for a bit on his sofa before I went home."

Skyler's eyebrows raised. "Wait, you were serious? Nothing happened between you two?"

You shook your head. "I mean we hugged before I left, but that was it."

Skyler shook her head with a sigh. "Girl, if you can't see what's going on…"

Your brow furrowed. "What are you talking about?"

"He's clearly interested."

"What? No he's not."

"Oh come on. He invited you to his apartment for dinner."

"As a thank-you, I told you that."

Skyler took a sip of her drink. "I'm telling you, girl, the man is into you! He's probably holding back because he thinks you're not interested."

You shook your head and stood. "Come on, we need to get back. I'm sure Kelsie is looking for any excuse to report us to Ellison."

Skyler groaned then stood as well. "Yeah, you're right. But I am too, and you know it!"

You threw your trash away and started back towards the office, your mind racing.

Skyler had to be mistaken. Matt couldn't actually be interested in you… could he?

Matt grinned to himself as he headed towards Clinton Church. He had spent the morning finalizing his plans for your "recipe tasting" dinner and was eager to get started on prep, but he needed to pick up his supplies from the church's activity center first. 

Father Lantom had left him a voicemail that morning saying how appreciative everyone had been of the hot meal and how nice it had been to meet you. 

Matt's mind drifted back to the previous day. While you obviously wasn't as quick and skilled in the kitchen as he was, Matt had still been touched by your willingness to help out however you could, even if it meant doing menial tasks such as slicing up tomatoes and cucumbers and dividing salad dressing into servings. 

God , he had wanted to kiss you when your fingers had brushed against his while you were handing him his measuring cups, then again when you had hugged him at Fogwell's after he had told you about his dad, then again in his apartment when you two stood listening to the rain by his window, then again when you were getting ready to leave…

He sighed. Hopefully everything went according to plan tonight.

He stepped into the office at Clinton Church. 

"Matthew, hello," Sister Maggie, one of the nuns from the adjoining convent, said.

"Hi," Matt replied. "I'm here to pick up my culinary supplies from the activity center." 

"Oh, yes. Father Lantom did say that you'd be dropping by to pick up your things." Sister Maggie took a set of keys out of a drawer. "He's out on an errand at the moment, but I can let you in."

"Great, thanks."

He followed her out to the activity center.

Sister Maggie unlocked the door. "How is the restaurant doing?"

Matt shrugged. "It's… surviving so far. We're not doing nearly as well as I'd hoped we'd be by now but I'm hoping that the article that's going to be in the Bulletin next week will help drum up some business."

"Oh, the restaurant is being featured in the Bulletin? That's wonderful."

Matt shook his head. "Moreso me than the restaurant, but yeah. We're going to be on the front page of the Restaurant Week kickoff edition."

He paused, smiling softly as he thought about you. "Actually the reporter from the Bulletin who's doing the story on me was here with me yesterday."

Sister Maggie hummed. "Oh, yes, Father Lantom did say a young woman was assisting you, but he was under the impression that you two were seeing each other."

Matt shook his head. "What? No, we've only known each other for a few days, although…"

He sighed. "There's something about her that… I don't know, she makes me feel comfortable around her. She's kind, and gentle, and caring…" And beautiful. I have no idea what she looks like, but I know she's beautiful. 

Sister Maggie hummed. "She sounds lovely."

"She really is."

"What's her name?"

Matt smiled as he said your name.

Sister Maggie gave a hum of recognition. "Oh, yes, she's the one who does all of those lovely human interest stories, right? I do enjoy reading those each week."

Matt nodded. "Right."

He bit his lip. "I wanted her to get to know me outside of the kitchen -- for her story, of course -- so I, uh, I took her to Fogwell's after we left here yesterday and wound up telling her about Dad. She already knew about his murder -- she had done some research before our interview -- but I told her about growing up with him and how he always encouraged me to get an education."

Sister Maggie reached out and took his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze before letting go. "Your father was a good man, you know."

Matt nodded. "I know."

She sighed. "I know I haven't always been there for you in the ways you've needed me, Matthew, but for what it's worth, I'm really proud of you."

Matt nodded. "Thanks… Mom."

"So what are you going to do?"

Matt furrowed his brow. "About?"

Sister Maggie said your name. "She's not seeing anyone, is she?"

Matt shook his head. "I don't think so. At least, she hasn't mentioned anything in that regard."

He gestured towards the kitchen. "She's actually coming by the restaurant tonight to taste-test some new recipes for me, so I better get going so I can get started on everything."

He headed into the kitchen to get his cart.

Sister Maggie gave him a hug as he came back out. "Goodbye, Matthew."

Matt hugged her back. "Bye."

He headed towards Daredevil, his mind swirling. He knew you were attracted to him -- at least physically -- but there had been something holding you back. Could you be seeing someone?

Matt had assumed you were single based on your availability over the weekend, but just because you were available didn't mean you were available. 

He shook his head. He remembered overheating your conversation with that other reporter who had greeted him the day he had brought tiramisu to the Bulletin, during which you had said that you didn't have a boyfriend.

…So then what was it?

[god-complex-12]

“I feel… apprehensive.” He muttered quietly. His breathe was shaking and his eyes held pure fear as he stared at the man in front of him with love and terror. He was confused as he bounced between the line of love and horror.

“Why?” The other asked. He looked at him with concern. He’d stop at nothing to make the person in front of him comfortable.

“Because- because if I fall into you, that means falling out of her!” He suddenly blurted out. “I had not prepared for this!” He wanted to cry, but he wouldn’t allow himself to do that.

“… then I’ll wait.”

Credit: the sun and her flowers by rupi kaur. Page 157.

“ i feel apprehensive

cause falling into you

means falling out of him and

i had not prepared for that

- forward „

—> Jonathan Levy. Will Dempsey.

[enterwittyjokehere]

Doctor's Orders

[Primis! Edward Richtofen x amab! Reader Smut]

⚠️Warnings⚠️

[Amab reader]

[Male nickname used]

[Censored swearing]

[Mentions of blood]

[Multiple org*sms]

[Blowj*b]

[Handj*b]

[Thigh h*mp*ng]

[Borderline s*x**l torture]

[HEAVY GAY SMUT 18+ ONLY]

"Nein! We can not risk you coming along right now, mein Herz." The German doctor of the group argued against you.

He stared down tenderly at you, he was much taller than you. Yet, you held your ground, staring up at him and did not back down.

"I can still help, it's a swollen wrist." You retorted, getting closer to the doctor.

"Technically. It's dislocated." He said, placing a hand on your shoulder, "and you shouldn't be shooting with it, it could cause more injury."

"Ed, I'm not just gonna sit here while you four-"

"(Y/n), bitte, just listen to me, you only need stay here und rest. Doctor's orders." The joke was funny, but Edward only frowned.

You and Edward had been "not dating" for... well, time was weird... you started somewhere in 1940's Germany. Except you weren't even born until early 1990's, but to you it had seemed like eons.

The relationship the two of you share, is typically very strictly sexual, although, you always craved more. You are more than happy to be what Edward needs in the present, to you he is a gift, a breath of fresh air from all the other men and women you've been with.

You sighed, heavily, "Fine, Edward. Whatever."

"Do not be like that, it is for your own good." Edward said, slinking a hand to your jawline, "und when I am back, I'll have something to make it worth your wait."

Heat, from the blood rushing to your face, made you have a terrible red hue cover your cheeks. Your lips turned slightly up at the ends, "OK, doc, whatever you say."

"That's my boy." He said, leaning down to kiss your lips, smiling into the embrace before-

"YO! Doc, you coming or what?" Dempsey, an American marine, called out from the next room over.

Edward groaned as he pulled away, all ready annoyed with the American, "Dempsey may not make it back."

Laughter erupted out of your mouth, "I wouldn't mind that either. Be safe."

"Jawohl." Taking his leave, Edward walked through the doors.

Almost immediately after, loneliness set it's cruel hooks into your mind. You had so very little alone time, with the other four men, you weren't sure how you could spend the next few hours.

You laid down on small bed you had claimed, the springs were worn, some broken, and the mattress was busted open, with the stuffing leaking out in certain places.

A bed, however, was a luxury in your line of work. You tried to rest, closing your eyes waiting for sleep's warm, welcoming embrace.

It never came.

After what felt like hours you sat up, pacing around. You felt useless, your team was out there, trying to turn the power on, slaughtering countless flesh addicts and you were what?

Supposed to rest?

You let out a loud groan, covering your face with your hands, "Richtofen is just trying to make me useless."

You finally sat down on the concrete floor, wishing for anything to do. Your thoughts wondered what the team was doing, how they were getting along with out you.

Images of Edward stabbing his way through hordes of zombies, him covered in blood. Before, the whole time travel thing, you never cared for things of gorey nature, although, Edward gets a certain way when blood is present.

The memories alone were enough to light a needy fire in your core. You continued daydreaming, before you could realize to stop yourself, your pants were tight. Fighting against your growing er*ct*on, "F**k!"

You Palmed the zipper of your trousers, moaning slightly at the contact. An idea popping into your mind, "I know how I'll spend my afternoon alone."

You stood back up, almost diving onto the busted bed, hastly unbuttoning your trousers and slipping them off. You slipped your hand under your waistband of your underpants, teasing yourself, you carefully rubbed the head of your c*ck.

Your hips jolted forward at the action, a string of swears left your mouth. Knocking into your sore wrist, "Ah f**k!" You cried out, the pain making you retract your hand.

You slipped out of the loose fabric, pumping yourself in your hand, carefully, allowing enough time in between to tease the tip.

The bed beneath you began squeaking as you rythmically moved your hand. The fire in your core was so dull compared to the aching in your wrist, but you couldn't bring yourself to stop.

Your hips moving on their own as well, your other hand messaging your sack. The popping of your sore wrist made the pain almost double each time. It wasn't long before steamy tears blinded your vision, the pain being too much.

The closer you got to your climax, the less you began to care however.

"AH-! F**k Edward-" you moaned out, you imagined the German, pumping his own hand around you. His pretty mouth lightly suckling on your balls, while his hand worked.

He would also be pumping his own c*ck, he would get more pleasure from it though, being uncircumsized.

"S-Shit..." You slurred out, as you heard a loud pop. Your wrist crackling as you quickened your pace, "F**k it hurts."

You tossed your head back, getting so close right before-

The door swung open, "Are you ok-?"

You froze, you glanced up at Edward, who was also frozen in his tracks, your breathing began to steady as you stared at your startled lover.

A quick blush crept onto his typically stoic expression, "Ah... apologies. I had only heard- und I assumed..."

Edward's grey eyes widened and glanced away as he noticed where he was staring, "Es tut mir leid-! I'll... umm.. leave you to it."

Edward attempted to sneak away, before your sweet voice caught his ear, "Ed, please, don't go."

It was barley over a whisper, he reopened the door, eyes wide. Stepping into the room again, "Edward... If you wouldn't mind, I'd like some help.. My wrist really hurts when I-"

"J-ja... well this is the last thing you should be doing!" His doctor persona took over, approaching the bed, "but not to worry, Schatz, I will take care of you now."

Not wasting any time, Edward began disrobing, walking towards you and unbuttoning his vest. He walked on his knees on the bed, crawling towards you as he through his vest off.

Locking his lips with your own, he bent over you, undoing his belt. Your hands moved to begin unbuttoning his white, bloodstained shirt, carefully to not anger your sore appendage more.

He growled against you, chuckling darkly, "so eager?"

You could only hum a response, 'mmhmm'

With a firm jerk, his trousers were down to his knees and his chest now exposed where you had unbuttoned his shirt. You looped a finger under the waistband of his boxers and slipped them lower, "Let the examination begin."

His husky voice in your ear, made you shiver. Edward licked his lips staring at your already erect c*ck, he took you in his mouth, his head moving up and down on you.

You moaned beneath him, a hand moving into his hair to ground yourself. One of Edward's hands played with your balls, the other drawing circles on you thigh. You so were so close, it was almost overstimulating.

"Ed-! Please." You mumbled out, The German doctor chuckled, making you moan as it sent vibrations through your needy core.

Fighting against your self, your hips attempted to buck into Edward's mouth, but you focused on keeping them down. So scared to lose this climax, he was so willing to give you.

You slightly opened your eyes, glancing at Richtofen, who's grey eyes had been staring up at you this whole time. Your hand had tussled his usually perfect hair, his face was red and drool covered his mouth.

He continued moving, however, staring you in the eyes as he did. "Ed. I'm so close." You were finally able to gasp out, his hand constricting around your balls, causing you to through your head back.

He continued to pump, squeezing the small organ, it was driving you crazy. "F**k.. Ah-!" A hand found your mouth as you climaxed in the doctor's mouth. He choked sitting up, he wiped his face then tasted his fingers.

"Delicious as always."

You could only laugh, your breathing still incredibly heavy and your hand aching even worse.

Edward stood up, "Now, sit up." His accent seeming to get thicker.

"Richtofen, I think I need a second.." You breathed out, holding your rapidly falling chest.

"Nein, you want to feel better do as the doctor says." He said, grabbing your healthy arm and pulling you out of your horizontal position.

You sat on the edge of the bed, Edward pumping your sore c*ck. You became more and more noisy as he did, moans and gasps leaving your mouth so much more this time.

When your c*ck was hard enough to barley stand on it's own, Edward turned around guiding the c*ck into him. You moaned more, hiding your face in the crevice of his neck.

Edward rode you, bouncing on your lap, the feeling was euphoric, because you were already so overstimulated.

"Scheiße... right there." Edward said, focusing on where to hit for his own pleasure.

Your c*ck got harder and harder inside of the German, your hands finding his much larger c*ck. Playing with it, you began to pinch the foreskin and play with his tip, making him much more vocal.

His bouncing got more paced as your massaged his length, a hand finding your hair, pushing you farther into his neck if it was even possible.

You could feel your second climax approaching, you began pumping Richtofen in your hand. He squirmed around, trying to get more friction, causing you to moan as he moved around on your aching c*ck.

"Ja, ja. Bitte, please, please." He cried out, you bit the skin on his neck lightly, making him repeat his previous action.

Your hand stopped pumping as euphoria washed over you once more, squeezing your hand tightly around Edward's c*ck. The warm feeling combined with the squeezing made Edward follow in his own euphoric release.

"Ah-! Mein Gott!" He said, in between heavy breaths.

"Alright, Ed! I think I'm done." You said, as you finally caught your breath, only to be met with a laugh.

"You may, aber ich bin nicht!" The doctor said, standing up, pulling a wince from your mouth as the cool air replaced Edward's warm insides.

"I don't think I can anymore, Ed, you're gonna give me the opposite of 'blue balls'.."

Your pleading only made the German have a twisted smile, like he planned to give you the fullest extent of any torment you'd been put through, "Do not worry, my heart, the doctor will take good care of you."

Edward stood before you, sticky white strings dripping off his thighs and p*n*s. He wore a wicked smile, looking down at you biting his lip, giving you the feeling of a prey animal being cornered.

A firm hand gripped your well wrist tightly, pulling you up, "und now, my darling, it is your turn."

Edward said darling as a growl, his hands pressing into your hips as he leaned down to capture your lips. Kissing you rough and full of passion, you moaned into the kiss, leaning closer into his chest.

Enjoying the feeling of being so close to the man you had grown to love, before it was all ripped away as he pushed you down onto the busted mattress again. Falling on your stomach, you winced as the bedding collided with your hurt hand, "Argh, Scheiße-!"

Turning to see Edward standing above you slowly pumping his c*ck, his eyes prying into your fragile body. Oh if looks could kill...

He slowly crawled onto the bed, laying on top of you, his lips brushed over your ear, "C*m before me and we'll have to go again, verstanden?"

You nodded, muttering swears under your breath. Edward groaned in your ear as he slid himself into you, you grabbed fistfuls of the bedding. Edward's c*ck was exactly how you would have imagined, long and built, much like the rest of his body.

He pumped into you, huffing with his movements, "Ah- Ja, ja."

Your face was buried in the mattress, tears leaking into it, your own p*n*s being rubbed by the motion your body moved and the mattress beneath. Had you not been almost at your thrid climax, you probably wouldn't have been so quick to or*a*m again.

"Awe, mein poor lad." Richtofen faked a pout as he slammed into you at a rather quick pace.

The tightening in your stomach shown through the mocking, you were close but you couldn't c*m just yet. Otherwise, Edward would continue to torture you, it was all too much.

You whimpered, attempting to hold it in, "F-fuck, Ed. No, stop." You struggled out, trying so hard to fight against your ever approaching climax. You clenched, attempting to stop the climax, however, you could not.

You came on the bed.

Edward only laughed, continuing to hit that spot you liked, you let out groans that sounded like they came from the put of your gut. Your eyes rolled back, your body twitched, "Fuck-!"

He groaned biting his lip as he came inside you, he stayed in your twitching warmth a little while before pulling out.

"One more time, as promised, darling, und we'll be done."

"I'm gonna get you a fl*shlight." You mumbled at him.

"A what?"

"Nothing, Ed. Just f**k me already." You said, no enthuasm at all.

Exhaustion was beginning to set in, more than just your sore wrist ached. You rolled over looking at the German who just continued staring at you with those damned eyes. He once again, laid over you kissing you sweetly on the lips, "this time will be more fun."

Grabbing onto your thighs, Edward pushed your legs apart and lifted them up. You felt semi-ridiculous but were far too tired to complain, Edward situated himself in between your thighs. His still firmly er*ct c**k, in the center as he closed your legs around him.

He humped into your thighs, his p*n*s rubbing against your own. You moaned as he quickened his pace, the overstimulating feeling began to die down and you were once more enjoying the action.

Edward seemed to be enjoying so much more, though. He pumped himself quickly between your thighs, huffing and groaning, scattered words of German flew from his mouth.

You took your hand and began pumping your own c**k, you wrist crackling again, the pain making you wince.

"Nein-!" Edward grabbed your hand, holding it firmly, "enjoy me."

It was more of a command than he expected, but you had no complaints.

Edward continued humping your thighs, his tip rubbing against your c**k with his movements.

"F**k, Ed." You groaned.

"Ja, me too." He said, bringing the hand he was holding to his face, placing delicate kisses to it.

With a loud moan and his body trembling, Edward's hips began to stutter as his thrusts became more sporadic. His tip grazed against yours, sending you into a small or*a*m, Edward soon followed suit, as you were both covered in sticky white strings.

Your last sight being Edward collapsing beside you, breathing heavily.

[mayhemakinguser]

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Proposal

Pairing: Derek x Fem!Reader

Request: Hey there do you mind writing a derek shepherd x reader fic? Would generally just love some fluffy content

Summary: In which you get an unexpected surprise from Derek.

A/N: Okay so this sort of starts off a little negative but I promise it's happy in the end.

"I'm sure he's just busy with work. You know how it is, we barely even get time to sleep with our jobs."

You stared at Cristina as she jokingly talked about Derek. He'd been practically ignoring you for almost a week now. He was supposed to be your boyfriend, yet he was totally blanking you. You sighed. "Yeah, but it's like he's trying to avoid me."

"Look, you're just jealous that he loves brains more than you. Oh, maybe he's a zombie or something." Cristina chuckled.

"Cristina, this is serious. What if he wants to break up?"

"Oh come on, you're just overthinking things. He's not gonna break up with you, he loves you." She smiled, squeezing your shoulder slightly before cheerfully brushing past you. "Now come on, we got rounds."

You lazily followed after her, still continuing to think about Derek. Maybe she was right? Maybe it was that he was just busy. But what if it was something more? What if he wanted to break up?

The day went by fairly quickly. You did your rounds, had a few quick coffee breaks with Cristina and luckily most of your assigned patients weren't too problematic. So above all, it was a pretty relaxing day. Apart from the fact that Derek was ignoring you after all. You'd both ended up in the elevator alone together and he didn't even notice you were there. He just stood there with his eyes glued to his phone. He was seeing someone else, wasn't he. He had to be. That would explain why he'd been avoiding you and why he was smiling like an idiot at his phone. Now, as everyone began to flood out of the doors to go home, you were searching the first floor for Derek. You were going to get to the bottom of this and find out if he was in fact seeing someone else. But you couldn't even find him. Well, he was clearly getting better at dodging you. Maybe you could just visit him after you get home. You thought. You were dragged away from your troubling thoughts when two hands wrapped around your shoulders. Cristina had now captured you and was smiling widely as you stood there scowling. "So, did you talk to Derek?" She questioned.

You shook your head, sighing heavily. "Nope, and I don't really want to anymore."

"Why?"

"Because I think he's cheating on me." Your heart clenched in your chest as you said those words. Yes, you'd had the suspicion since the elevator, but you hadn't yet said it out loud.

Cristina didn't even look shocked. Instead, she appeared to be stifling a laugh. "Trust me. He's not."

"Yeah, well I guess I'll be finding that out for myself. I'm going to see him before I go home." You decided. You couldn't wait any longer. You had to know the truth, even if it would be painful.

But when you looked to Cristina, she was no longer grinning at you. Instead, her eyes had widened with what appeared to be panic. "What? No. You...you shouldn't be the one going to see him. You've gotta wait for him to come to you."

"But I want to get the truth from him. And I doubt he's just gonna tell me out of the goodness of his heart."

"Oh, you'd be surprised."

"What?"

"Look, just go home and you never know, he might surprise you."

Eventually, Cristina had convinced you to give up on your quest to get the truth from him and you agreed to just go straight home. You couldn't understand why she was so insistent on having Derek 'come to you'. She didn't know what was really going on, did she? No. If she knew, she'd tell you. She wouldn't just let you torture yourself over it.

When you finally returned home, the lights were on in the living room. What the hell? On the way up to the house, you picked up a large rock which you planned to throw at the person who was inside your house. Your heart was racing as you slowly turned the handle and pushed the door open. Cautiously stepping into the house, you looked around for burglars but you were surprised by who you saw standing in the living room. "Derek?" You breathed out, dropping the rock on the floor.

He just stood there smiling, awkwardly holding a bouquet of roses in his hand. "Wha-what are you doing here?" You breathed, stepping further into the house. But then it hit you, he was trying to make it up to you. He'd cheated and was now feeling guilty. "Oh god. This is it, isn't it?"

He shot you a look of confusion as you walked into the living room, your hand pressed against your forehead. "You're gonna tell me how you cheated and now you want me to forgive you because it didn't mean anything and it made you realise how much you really loved me. Well tough, because I'm not falling for it. You might as well break up with me now. Okay? I can handle it. I-"

"I was gonna ask you to marry me." He laughed. "Sorry it's not very romantic. I tried lighting some candles but you only had like five so it was pretty dark."

You stood there, completely frozen. "What?"

"Hang on, you thought I was cheating on you?"

"Well you'd been avoiding me for ages and then in the elevator, I saw you smiling at your phone and you didn't even notice me. So I just thought-"

"I was smiling at my phone because I was trying to set everything up so I could propose to you. But in the end there were no candles, so it's actually a pretty crappy proposal." He laughed.

"But why did you ignore me for so long?"

"I dunno, I just thought it'd be more of a surprise."

"You are such an idiot." You laughed. "I thought you were cheating on me."

"I'd never cheat on you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Which is why..." All of a sudden, he lowered himself down onto one knee. "(y/n), will you marry me?"

You smiled. "Hm, I dunno. Let me just ignore you for a week, and I'll get back to you."

"So, will you?"

"Yes, of course I'll marry you!" You smiled, pulling him up into a hug. "God, you had me scared for a second."

You felt him laugh against your neck. "Well, I'm sorry about that. As you can tell, I'm not very good at planning things like this. But you know I love you, right?"

You pulled away from him, your heart filling with warmth as you looked into his eyes. "Yeah, and I love you too."

He gently placed his hand on the side of your face and carefully pressed his lips against yours. "I love you." He mumbled against your lips, making your stomach do somersaults.

"I love you too."

[statticscribbles]

Beat

Summary: 💀Zach Dempsy/Male Reader; Reader never said anything about being abused and Zach gets a call from Hannah that reader is in the hospital unconscious

TW: Abuse

You have a missed call from Zach on your phone. You groan from under the covers and pull your phone over hitting the call button.

“Hello?”

“Hey baby, what’s up?”

“Nothing just saw I missed your call..”

“Yeah I was worried.”

“You don’t need to be, I’m fine, just got into it with my asshole neighbor.” You were relieved your neighbor was actually an asshole, not that you met him; your father prefered to keep you on a tight leash when it came to interacting with the neighbors. You preferred not to lie to Zach that much, despite the entire reason for your lying in the first place. You father was abusing you, you’d become his punching bag in the last year of middle school. It had only been soft slaps, or a harder shove, screaming about messing up grocery shopping or when he misplaced something. It had evolved over the first years of high school; it was never anywhere you could accidentally expose; always on your stomach or back, your chest, or legs. He’d only ever broken your arm, it was after he’d hit you two days in a row and you had already been weak.

When you started dating Zach, your father seemed to have no issue you were gay, the issue was in that you had someone who would be seeing your whole body. While you had hoped it would mean your father would switch back to the verbal abuse over the physical one he seemed to favor; of course this is not your luck. He seems to increase, almost daring you to expose him, for Zach to see. You’d wanted to tell Zach, over and over you’d come close but you knew it was better to not say anything. He wouldn’t be able to do anything, and neither would you. All that would happen is Zach would know exactly whose hand had been around your throat or hitting your eye and jaw.

He couldn’t restrict your time at school or your friends, as much as he was desperate to. You knew he’d love nothing more to keep you in the house until you’d stopped being a decent punching bag.

-You can hear your father yelling through the wall and you want to get up and leave but you’re so tired and sore from the beating he’d decided you’d done something to warrant from yesterday. You had actually managed to relocate your shoulder, well you’d thought you had until your dad had shoved you back after you’d  thought you fixed it, aware of how it burned and the muscles screamed that it had not been fixed. You choke, unsure if you want to gag and vomit in pain or scream in agony. You’ve had worse, you know you have because your breathing is still stalled from what you’re assuming might’ve been a  fractured rib.

You stagger up, you know he’ll be coming in soon and you know laying down is worse, there’s more surface area to hit. If you’re up standing and then fall he’ll leave you alone, if you start out on the ground he’ll just keep hitting till he smells blood.

You can hear the shouting still for a moment and you cringe, you hate this part, you’re standing in the doorway pretending you’ve just heard something, or maybe you’re going to the bathroom, but it doesn’t matter.

Not when all you can feel is heat in your leg.  When his hands feel cold against your skin and you can smell he’s been drinking. You stagger into the wall and he takes the opportunity to force your head into it, you swear you can feel the cracks in the pain form.

-Hannah’s in your face when you open your eyes. You assume it’s a dream and huff, trying to push her away. She’s peering at you in that way you’d catch her staring at Clay; like it was something she missed. You knew she was your friend, she was such a kind person, you can feel her lifting your arm, turning it in her cool fingers. You smell antiseptic and you can see her trying to move something by your face, from the corner of your eyes, you shover her away; nothing changes, and you can still see her soft brown hair. You can taste blood in the back of your throat. You remember Hannah Baker is dead.

-Zach arms are tangled in the chair by your bed. You’re not aware of it, not right now, still unconscious, still in a coma. The doctors had said it was best. You knew what that meant. While everything was warm and then cold, when they had to cut you open to fix the punctured lung, no time for proper anesthesia, you just felt Hannah’s fingers brushing you.

“Who called..” You can barely recognise your own voice and Zach’s neck and shoulder crack like the plaster in your bedroom does.

“Who called who?” Zach hovers nervously and you try to shake your head.

“Nevermind; i thought someone called to, tell, you…”

“No, although I got an archive post…” Zach hovers the phone in front of you, you just see Hannah’s face smiling back, her arms wrapped around your shoulders.

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