#at least give me a sliver of respect for you and don’t do it anonymously

[magnusthepuppet]

Dice que no soporta ningun tipo de discriminacion y anda diciendo que los gays no estan son discriminados menos. Cuando literalmente tienen pena de muerte en muchos paises. Tene algo de empatia y no digas mamadas en comentarios donde ellos pueden ver eso. Tene algo de respeto en ves de jugar a las olimpiadas de opresion, imagina ser bulleado, discriminado, y pasar por la terapia de conversión para que venga un pendejo a decir estupideces.

oye, pendejo. yo soy gay. crees que no me han llamado un “faggot” antes? crees que no e sufrido por mi sexualidad? crees que soy un pinche idiota? nomas porque tú no puedes imaginar que un grupo de personas a sufrido mas, AHORA especialmente, no significa que no esta pasando. estás tan ofendido porque cuando yo digo que las personas trans son el grupo mas oprimido EN ESTE MOMENTO, tú tomas eso como un ataque al dolor que tu as sufrido como persona gay. déjame decirte algo, cabron. para los fascistas, la comunidad trans es la mas fácil eliminar. como persona gay, TU NO ERES LA PRIORIDAD. acepta eso, ayuda a los mas vulnerables de nuestra comunidad, Y CALLA TU PINCHE BOCA.

y otra cosa! el post dónde está mi comentario es un post anti-trans. no estaba diciendo esas cosas bajo un post sobre el sufrimiento de los gays en otros países. si vas a ser cobarde anónimo aquí, al menos no me pintes como alguien que no soy

💋mwah, ciao <3

[xialing-gf]

fake

summary: (requested by anonymous) can you do a Carol x fem Reader where they are best friends. They both get put on a mission together and have to act as a couple. Reader distances herself while acting as a couple (fake kissing) and acting like she doesn’t like acting as the girlfriend, when in fact she does. Carol doesn’t know what’s wrong, and confronts her about it. Make it angsty and make it happy ending please

wc: 1661

When you first volunteered for the mission, the plan you had in mind was for a friend of yours to be chosen to go with you and you both could have fun pretending to be a couple. Instead, Carol, the girl who you had feelings forever since you met her, was chosen to do the mission with you, meaning that you had to fake a relationship with a girl who you wanted to have an actual relationship with. 

The goal of the mission was to infiltrate the government of Trilona because the government was planning to host a conference with the other governments on the same planet and planned to assassinate the invited governments in order to gain control over their land. The mission sounded extremely dangerous but it wasn’t actually too bad because Trilona was a city made specifically for couples and only couples were allowed to enter, hence why you had to fake a relationship with another person for the mission. 

Carol seemed pretty stoked about you being her fake girlfriend because as you were packing for the mission, Carol knocked on your open door to let you know she was there and she grinned when you paused packing to meet her eyes. “This should be fun! We’re getting there a few days earlier so we can go do some fun couple-y stuff. Oh, also, don’t forget to bring a business suit so we can enter government buildings.” 

“Yep,” You stiffly replied, continuing to pack and pointedly avoiding her gaze. Before even starting the mission, you promised yourself that you would try to distance yourself from Carol when you were fake-dating her. You knew that if you got too emotionally attached and too caught up in the act, once the mission ended, you would be in so much emotional pain. It was better this way for Carol too since she probably wanted nothing to do with you and just tolerated you for this mission. But leading up to the mission, Carol was really nice to you, more than she usually was, and you felt bad for how indifferent you were towards her. 

Your friends who knew you had feelings for Carol all encouraged you to have a little fun with the mission and tried to give you hope that maybe somewhere along the mission, Carol would fall in love with you but you still knew there was a very big possibility of breaking your own heart by holding onto that small sliver of hope. 

You and Carol took a ship to get to Trilona and as Carol was navigating the controls, you looked out the window into the abyss of calming darkness. As she steered the ship, Carol tried to make small talk and you responded with one-word answers, trying to stay as unattached as possible. She didn’t seem too bothered but there were signs of worry in her wavering tone.

Once you two arrived in Trilona and Carol landed the ship, the first objective was to convince the government officials that you and Carol were really a couple. Even though you two had booked a hotel and parking space for the ship as a couple, in order to get into the city, you had to bypass government officials who checked your id and convince them that you two were really a couple, which would hopefully be a lot easier than it sounded.

As you and Carol stood in line waiting to have your identification checked, she casually intertwined her fingers with yours and you felt a searing blush climb up your cheeks. Carol probably had no idea how many times you daydreamed about her holding your hand but you never imagined that your first time holding her hand would be like this.

“Identification and reason for the visit?” The government official asked when you and Carol finally got to the front of the line. As you handed the official your identification along with Carol’s, Carol made a show of pressing closer to you. 

“We’re here for vacation. We wanted to celebrate our three year anniversary and we heard this place is lovely for couples,” Carol fibbed flawlessly and the official handed you back the identification documents. The government official honestly didn’t look too impressed and simply waved his arm, signaling that you were free to leave and that the next person in line should come forward.

Carol didn’t let go of your hand until you purposefully moved far away enough from her to the point where she had to struggle to hold onto your hand, forcing her to let go. You and Carol took a bus to the hotel and checked in, an awkwardness settling between you two after you unlinked hands with her. After Carol checked you both in, you two headed to your hotel room, which by the way, you had to share with Carol, meaning you had no way of releasing your stress and frustration alone.

The hotel room was decorated in romantic swirls of color that should’ve made you happy but instead, it made you feel sick. Everything about this mission just tore you apart and you hated that even the hotel room had to remind you that this romance was all fake. Carol happily flopped onto the only bed in the room and you decided to sit on the loveseat instead of sitting on the bed with Carol. The loveseat was surprisingly comfortable and you turned towards Carol to state, “I’ll sleep here.”

“Are you sure? The bed is super wide and the blankets and pillows are so soft and comfortable. There’s room on this bed for the both of us. Are you sure you don’t want to sleep on the bed?” Carol asked as she sat upright, a confused expression in her eyes. 

“Nope, I’m good. It’s comfortable here,” As you replied, you saw Carol’s crestfallen expression and your heart was about the shatter into a million pieces. You hated how cruel you were being but in order to protect your heart, you would rather be hated than loved.

You and Carol discussed the plan to infiltrate the meeting the next day in a rather stiff manner, the mood now clearly awkward after your rejection but fortunately, dinner bridged over that gap and you two were able to settle on a dinner location without the same air of awkwardness. 

While you and Carol were standing in the elevator that was descending to the lobby, Carol glances at your hand and commented, “We probably should get on our relationship act. We need to be super convincing or else we’ll be kicked out of here before we get a chance to invade.”

“You’re right, I guess,” You sighed as the elevator door dinged opened and Carol gently held your hand again. This time, you willed yourself not to shut yourself off again and you two walked downtown to the sushi restaurant to get sushi. At the restaurant, every couple looked so happy and you faked your joy, hoping that your act was convincing enough. Carol also acted with more passion, getting a little more touchy but still respecting your boundaries.

Admittedly, you were caught off guard when she kissed your cheek as the waiter walked over and you had to remind yourself that she was simply doing it so that the waiter would be convinced. Still, you wished that she kissed you and she meant it. Later that night, you thought about how it felt to have her lips pressed against your cheek and your fingers intertwined with hers and you suddenly wished you weren’t lying with an empty space next to you when you could be lying with Carol by your side.

~

Per usual, the mission was completed successfully and you and Carol quickly left Trilona. You were disappointed that the mission had been so short but you were also thankful that your suffering was about to come to an end soon. You were extremely incorrect about that because while Carol was flying you and her back, she asked, “So, why do you hate me so much?”

“I… don’t hate you,” You answered simply, staring out the window even though Carol wasn’t even glancing towards your direction.

“Then why were you so reluctant to do this mission with me? I could feel your hesitation even when we were at the sushi restaurant.” The pain in Carol’s voice was so obvious that it hit a sensitive spot in your heart that made you open up out of fear that she would forever believe you hated her when, in fact, it was the exact opposite.

“The problem is that I actually like you a lot. I just didn’t want myself to get so attached with this fake relationship and end up getting hurt in the end when this whole mission ended so I’ve been trying to distance myself. I’m sorry if I came off as angry or annoyed.”

There was a beat of tense silence before you turned to see Carol smiling. You frowned, confused as to why she wasn’t mad at you for acting the way you did. She took a deep breath before replying, “Funny you say that because I’ve actually had feelings for you too. Guess we’re both really that oblivious, huh? I planned to ask you out on a real date after our fake date and I know now isn’t the best time to bring it up but that offer still stands. You don’t have to feel bad about it; next time, just communicate. I won’t bite, I promise. Or at least, I won’t bite if you don’t either.”

“That sounds… really nice actually. Yeah, I would like that,” You lifted your eyes and met Carol’s for the first time in days, feeling a swelling feeling of hope rise in your chest. In the end, your feelings weren’t fake and even if the relationship for the mission was, you still had a chance to have a real relationship with Carol.

~

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[artificialqueens]

What Happens At Dragcon... (2-4/?) (Biadore) - Miss Alyssa Secret

Yesterday’s one-shot continues with Roy’s adventures on the DragCon floor leading up to Adore’s performance. Except, Roy has to make it out of the dressing room first (without running into Trixie and Katya).  Raja works  her magic, we meet some shippers, and Adore plays dirty.  Also?  Danny likes to take photos during sex…

Chapter One

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A/N: Continued by popular demand!  There will be at least two more chapters after this, possibly more.  Tongue in cheek references completely intended. - MAS

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Chapter Two

“There.”

Roy set down the brushes and leaned back in satisfaction, nodding decisively.  It had taken the better part of the remaining seven minutes to repair the damage done to Adore’s makeup, particularly the lipstick smeared from nose to chin and his thumbprints in the foundation lining her jaw.  He probably could have fixed it in half the time, but her stolen kisses and wandering hands were making it exceedingly difficult to concentrate.  Those same hands gripped his waist when he went to stand, keeping him firmly seated straddling her lap.  

“..‘Dore…” he murmured, tucking a stray bobby pin back under her wig, “You need to get back out there.”

She stubbornly ignored his attempts to catch her attention, fondling his semi-hard dick and sucking the leaking wetness off of her fingers.  He could feel her erection rubbing against the underside of his balls as she rocked in the chair, and it was a struggle not to give in.  

“Hey.“  Roy gently gripped her wrists, lacing their fingers together between their chests.  “I don’t want to either, but, yeah.”

Danny stared back from behind Adore’s makeup, longing and frustration written across her face. 

“Fuck.  I know.”

“It’s just a few more hours,” he soothed, kissing the knuckles of both hands before pushing himself to his feet.  This time, she let him stand, pulling her up as well.  The stiff gold fabric of her pants would hide the evidence, but he was going to need a few more minutes before he could re-button the shorts.

“Go on, I need to fix this.”

She caught his shoulders as he went to turn back to the makeup cases.  

“Nah, you just look like me after making out with fans.“  Her grin was lopsided, tongue poking out of the corner of her mouth.  "Leave it, yeah?”

“Only for you.” He rolled his eyes dramatically but couldn’t hide the affectionate smile.

They both froze as footsteps passed too close by for comfort, and Roy nudged her gently towards the curtain.

“Runway."  Adore pressed their mouths together one last time, lips still sticky with his pre-come.  "Don’t be late."  

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Chapter Three

Sneaking back out of the dressing room was exponentially more complicated than sneaking in.  They’d fortuitously picked a time when most of the queens were at their booths or out on the floor, but now they were starting to stream back in for touch ups and costume adjustments.

Roy peeked through the sliver of space between the curtain and divider, mentally tabulating the number of times the door opened and footsteps passed in or out.  A few feet away, Katya was doing what sounded like gymnastics against the other side of the partition while Trixie took a call from what was probably her boyfriend.  

He needed to slip out of there before someone else came looking for Adore and found him there instead.  That would likely result in one of two things; either whomever it was would completely blow his cover, or worse, they wouldn’t recognize him at all and call for security or start whispering about Adore’s supposed behavior.  They might not have a neatly categorized relationship, but it was an open secret that any perceived deviation from would spread like herpes through the drag network.

Twisting the tattered T-shirt hem between his fingers, Roy was close to taking his chances with a dash for the door when the curtain snapped open in front of him.  

“Be right there!” Raja sounded completely nonchalant, waving Katya back around the corner.  Before he could say anything, Raja crowded him back into the small space, shutting the curtain again behind her.

“We’re heading back out.”  Trixie sounded like she was right outside, and he shrank back, ready to dive behind Adore’s oversized suitcase.  He’d always gotten on well with the life-sized Barbie and her faux-Russian shadow, but Roy really wanted to keep his visit for Danny only.  Well, as much as possible, given the exception fixing him with a bemused look.

“Adore asked me to get her phone charger,” Raja called back, “meet you guys on the floor after I get it, I don’t know how she finds anything in this mess.”

”Probably Bianca has labeled spares of everything.”  Trixie’s voice was laced with dry humor.  “C’mon Kat, Raja can catch up.”

As the door banged shut behind them, Raja pointed a long, elegant finger at his chest.

“I’m surprised, you know.  So unexpected, Adore must be rubbing off on you.”  She paused, the double entendre registering.  “Well, clearly, but really, I thought she was just going to pine away on social media.”

”Ummm…”  Raja was barely a year older, but in moments like this Roy felt unimaginably close to saying ‘sorry Mom.’

”Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me.”  The hand attached to the finger waved ephemerally.  “Just wasn’t expecting you to be living so dangerously.”  Her enigmatic smile softened the words, clearly meant as a tease.

”Thanks.”  

She tilted her head to the side, the tiny gold charms on her headpiece chiming quietly. A frown creased her forehead, and she seemed to be studying his face.  

”What?”

Raja dug into the open cases on the vanity, coming up with cream foundation and a contour shade.  Gripping his chin gently, she spun a brush between her fingers before doing…something to his face with deft strokes.  

“Much better.”

Roy was justifiably confident in his makeup skills, but being scrutinized by a legend like Raja was enough to make anyone nervous.

She turned him to face the mirror, and he did a double take.  Somehow, she’d altered the contour he’d drawn in to soften the sharpness of his jaw, nearly erasing the creases bracketing his mouth and making the bridge of his nose appear lower.  Without the dimples and aquiline nose, hiding the two most distinctive Bianca features meant that his chances of being recognized on sight alone were now vanishingly low.

”How?  I’ve never been able to…?”

”I can show you later.  It’s about the angle you’re painting from.”

He’d always had a healthy respect for Raja’s ability to paint others, but this was a firsthand demonstration of why Sutan had a successful career long before he ever set foot on RuPaul’s runway.

“Actually, Adore really did ask me to get her charger.  I don’t suppose you know where she keeps it?”

Without looking away, Roy reached for the Misfits backpack slung on the back of the chair, unzipping the outer pocket and handing the bundle of cord over.

Still smiling serenely, Raja leaned forward to kiss his cheek.  “Perfect.  I’ll make sure the coast is clear, then let’s get you out of here.”

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Chapter Four

Roy prowled the convention floor, reveling in the anonymity of being buffeted by the crowds.  He thought back to the nearly two decades before Drag Race where his face was unrecognizable on Bourbon Street or at the Ritz, just another gay boy until he put on Bianca for the evening.  

The sense of nostalgia was short-lived though, as he nearly walked right into a mixed group of teenagers stationed outside one of the bathrooms.  They were oblivious, engrossed in whatever had them hunched together over their phones.  He was about to nudge his way past to get into the restroom when what they were saying caught his attention.

”…look, I’m not saying it means anything, but you can totally see how she’s liking Bianca’s posts!”  That was a skinny girl wearing an Adore tank top and flannel tied around her waist.

The boy on her left wielded his own phone like a holy text, waving it in front of her face.  “Yeah sure, but Bianca keeps calling different people ‘my good time gal’ and saying she loves them.  It’s not significant, obviously.”

Roy casually leaned on the wall a few feet away, back mostly turned as he pretended to fiddle with his own phone.

”But what about all of the ABCD tour photos?  The ones where they’re holding hands and the way they look at each other and all of the touching?”

”Well…”

”And Adore’s body language-!  She’s leaning on Bianca and-“

”Whatever.”  A third member of the group scoffed dismissively.  “Adore could do so much better than that.”

There was a collective gasp, air pressure dropping into negative territory as a full group of under-twenties held their breath.  The first and second suddenly allied themselves against a common foe.

”What the fuck?”

”I can’t believe you just-“

”Adore isn’t going to fuck your sorry ass, so you might as well shut up about Bianca.”

”-dumbass biadore shippers.”  The person turned on their heel and stalked off in the other direction.  Roy couldn’t decide if he should be amused or indignant, but finally settled on texting Adore himself.

Your fans are currently arguing about whether or not we love each other.  Also, if my balls strangle in these shorts I’m blaming you.

The delivered and read notifications immediately popped up, followed by the (…) typing notification.  

Adore’s response arrived a few seconds later and he nearly choked at the surge of lust the picture evoked.  

It was one Danny had taken a few weeks ago before Roy left for London.  That had been one of the last few days they’d been able to spend together with just the two of them, and somehow discussing their tour plans had turned into insatiable need for bare skin on skin.

The composition was skewed from the angle Danny had been holding his phone, but all of the details were clear.  In it, he was buried balls deep in Roy’s ass, hand yanking his head back by the hair as they fucked over the dresser in Roy’s bedroom.  The photo captured his shoulders at the bottom of the frame, and his face and Danny’s torso reflected in the mirror on the wall.  His mouth was hanging open, eyes glazed and hands braced against the edge of the dresser.  All of the things normally neatly arranged on top were overturned, swept aside in their haste.  

Roy tried to subtly adjust himself as he focused on the purpling love bites scattered across Danny’s chest and stomach, thinking of the whimpers of pleasure they’d accompanied.  He remembered Danny’s intense stare as they locked eyes in the mirror, remembered telling him to take a picture “because it’ll last longer”.  He’d intended to make Danny delete it, but had gotten distracted by rounds two and three that afternoon and evening.  

He moved to the restroom, locking himself in a stall and peeling down shorts and tights.  Palming his stiff cock, he took a picture of his own and sent it in reply.

Don’t tempt me, I’m already so fucking hard I could jerk off right here.

(…)

Prove it.

[biavenger]

Ribs;

Summary: “I'd rather love a million times and have my heart broken every time, than hold a permanently empty heart forever.” — H.C.

A/N: The requested Part 2 to Girl Crush!!!! I hope it wasn’t too predictable, but that everyone still enjoys it. Let me know if there’s any other requests xx 

Read Part 1 Here: Girl Crush

Inspired by Ribs by Lorde

The drink you spilled��all over me 'Lover's Spit' left on repeat

The volume of the music was turned up so loudly that the beat pulsed through her bones like a shock, causing goosebumps to adorn the sliver of shoulder her little black dress revealed. The dingy old club was an eyesore for the citizens living in Hell’s Kitchen, but a safe haven for the under-21s whose fake IDs weren’t realistic enough to get them into a real bar; well, and for Y/N as well. No one she knew was willing to sacrifice their respectability and come to a place like this. For the time being, the flashing lights, blaring music, and incessant chatter around her provided her the sort of anonymity that felt like a second skin.

Another plus of this particular establishment, in Y/N’s opinion, was the number of unsavory characters who gravitated towards the bar, waiting for the opportunity to buy a decently attractive woman another drink once her glass emptied. Self-identifying as at least a decently attractive woman, if not pretty attractive on a good day, Y/N’s glass never fully emptied when another one was brought to her by the bartender. “Already paid for by the gentleman down at the end,” he would say, flashing her a sympathetic smile as she would have to proceed and ward off that particular man’s “gentlemanly” attempts to worm his way into her pants. She always succeeded in getting them to leave her alone, but getting her attention had morphed into somewhat of a game for the men. 

Needless to say, Y/N was very much intoxicated.

“After this, I’m cutting you off,” the bartender warned, sliding her another glass of whatever alcohol a potential suitor felt so inclined to woo her with, as well as a fresh glass of water that she would probably not drink. Sticking her tongue out at him after he turned his back to help another patron, she realized that it was hitting that time of the night where she should probably call a taxi to take her home.

The thing was that for that particular evening, she had nowhere really to go. Foggy and her had one of the worst fights they had had their entire relationship, which was saying something considering how often they argued. While Y/N was a workaholic, Foggy had taken it to an entirely new level. He stayed out late, and even after getting home for the night would sometimes venture back to the office to do more research for a case. Or so he said.

Accusations of infidelity weren’t new between them. Y/N often questioned Foggy’s loyalty to their relationship, especially as she lay awake late at night, wondering where he was and what he was doing when he wasn’t at home like he was supposed to be. And anytime she brought it up to him, he immediately got defensive. Tonight, however, it had just blown up worse than usual.

Y/N liked to think of herself as someone who didn’t need to drink their problems away, but tonight, it was the kind of self-soothing she needed. It wasn’t like she had anywhere else to go besides this dingy, stupid bar, anyway. She had no friends anymore, no family in the immediate area, and she had spent too many nights sleeping on the floor of her office for people to not start asking questions.

Pulling out her phone, she scrolled through a list of potential couches to spend the night on until she was sober enough to reconcile with Foggy, before settling on Matt’s name. Her thumb hovered over the call button for a second. They hadn’t talked in almost a year since Foggy and her had officially started dating, not that they had been talking much before that in the first place. He had become so distant from everyone in his life, and Y/N was just the first casualty in that. Still, there was no one else in her contact list who wouldn’t just immediately call Foggy to pick her up instead. From experience, Y/N knew Matt would deal with her drunken wishes.

“Hello?”

A hand gripped Y/N’s shoulder firmly, causing her to disconnect from the mixture of trashy vodka and soda she was currently nursing. The sudden movement in combination with Y/N’s impaired fine motor skills caused her to spill some of the glass’s contents on the person who had approached her. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to spill that all over you-” she slurred, dabbing clumsily at the man’s chest with her hands. She hadn’t even realized who it was until the person reached up, wrapping his hands around her wrists to halt her actions. 

“Y/N, it’s alright. Let’s just go,” Matt sighed, dropping one of her hands so she could grab her phone from the counter top. He kept a hold of the other, though, sliding his hand down from her wrist and lacing their fingers together. Its just so they don’t get separated in this crowd, Y/N told herself as she allowed him to lead her into the parking lot.

This dream isn't feeling sweet We're reeling through the midnight streets

They sat in the back of the taxi cab, a palpable discomfort filling the silence in between them. Y/N had thrown up before getting in, and Matt had been kind enough to hold her hair back and wipe her face with his jacket. Now, they couldn’t even look at one another. 

Y/N didn’t know what thoughts were causing Matt to gaze so pensively out the window, but she knew all she could think about was the pain that was eating away at her. It hurt to know that her relationship with Matt was so irreparably broken, yet he would still venture out into the cold night to save her drunk ass from a shady bar. She used to dream of being important enough to Matt that he would do such a thing, but now that it happened, all she felt was disgust for herself.

It was about a twenty minute ride to Matt’s apartment, and despite all her attempts to pay, he simply waved her off. Then, as he was entering the pass code to get into his apartment building, she noticed that he almost seemed angry at her, which was completely understandable. They hadn’t talked in months, yet she drunk-dialed him for help and was expecting to spend the night at his place? 

She sighed, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear as she stepped away from the front steps of his building. “You know what, thanks for coming to get me, but maybe I’ll just walk to a motel and spend the night there or something.” 

Matt didn’t react other than to say, “Get inside, Y/N, its cold and I’d hardly call what you’re wearing a dress.” His words felt like a slap in the face, but she did what he said. Maybe he was going to call Foggy once they were inside.

Neither of them said another word until they were in his apartment and the door was shut and locked. Matt shrugged off his jacket, kicked off his shoes, and propped his white cane next to the door for the next time that he needed it. Y/N quietly took off her shoes, the heels she had picked out for the workday had begun to dig painfully into her Achilles heel, but she didn’t move to make herself anymore comfortable than that. Matt, however, had walked into next room, taking a seat on his couch. Everything seemed calm until he spoke.

“What the fuck were you thinking, Y/N,” he sounded like an angry parent as he scolded her, “You could’ve been seriously hurt. I mean, seriously, you’re so drunk right now that you’re hardly standing up straight. Anyone in that bar could have gotten you to follow them home. For God’s sake, will you sit down?” 

Tears welled up in her eyes as she approached the couch, sitting as far away from him as possible. Not that it mattered, because he left to get her one of his old shirts and a pair of boxers. Tossing it at her wordlessly, he sat on the couch as she left to go to the bathroom to change.

And I've never felt more alone It feels so scary, getting old

A pillow and blanket were laid out on the couch whenever Y/N came back out, drowning in how big Matt’s clothes were on her. She couldn’t help but admire the scent that surrounded her, reminding her of all the times she had borrowed Matt’s clothes during impromptu movie-night sleepovers. It made her smile until she heard a door slam come from his bedroom, jarring her back to reality. She took note that he had left out a glass of water and Advil for her to take, but she already felt like too much of a burden to do much more.

Tucking herself in between the soft comfort of the couch and blanket, she rested her head as gently as she could on the pillow. Although she had attempted to get off as much makeup as possible, she didn’t want to smear any of the remainders on the silk pillowcase. 

After a moment of shuffling around to get comfortable, she faced the ceiling and sighed. She never thought, as a kid, that she would grow up to be this way: a borderline alcoholic in a loveless relationship, and no Matt Murdock in her life. Y/N decided that maybe she wasn’t good at growing up, because everyone else in the world seemed to be doing just fine.

“What are you doing?” Matt asked as he walked back in the living room. Y/N sat up, embarrassed. Of course, she had done something wrong. Maybe he changed his mind and didn’t want to let her stay there after all. “I’m sleeping on the couch, you can take the bed,” he clarified, almost as though he could feel the confusion that dominated her features.

“I’m not going to kick you out of your own bed, Matt,” Y/N argued, pulling the blanket closer around her, “You’ve already done too much. I’ll be fine.” 

“I’m too tired to argue,” Matt sighed, “If we can be adults about it, we can share the bed?” As Y/N opened her mouth to argue further, he grabbed the blanket from her hands and walked into the bedroom, giving her little choice but to follow. 

You're the only friend I need Sharing beds like little kids Laughing 'til our ribs get tough But that will never be enough

Y/N had long since drifted off into a sleep that Matt was envious of. Lately, he had trouble sleeping. There was too much to think about, with all the trouble in Hell’s Kitchen and the cases that Nelson & Murdock were taking. Her soft snores made him laugh to himself, because he knew if he ever brought it up to her, she would deny it as some sort of outlandish accusation.

She rolled over in her sleep, letting out a soft groan as she did so. Subconsciously snuggling closer and closer to him, she gravitated towards him until her head rested on his chest. It startled him slightly, but he resisted being too jumpy out of fear of waking her up. He knew he should have gotten up right then to move to the couch, and respect her relationship with Foggy, but her warmth was too enticing for him to move. 

“I love you,” Matt whispered to her, knowing she probably couldn’t hear. It just felt like a relief to speak it into the universe, “I love you.” 

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