#heres what a couple of months of pent up emotion looks like

[fizzy-watches-and-listens]

todd anderson forced me to write a poem pt. AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

The Smile

I glance through the window My face shades of blue and grey My eyes pierce the space in between Carefully she comes into view

She looks over at me, like she did And her lips curved carefully Like a cradle that curve held me As i wept and cried and screamed I cried out for her to help me

Carefully, she left my view What was behind that expression I expect careful, apprehensive hatred It must be pity or disgust Hidden in that rosy veil, its warm

Like the arms of a lover It reassured me, it may hate me but It comforted me and it’s love does not matter

It came to visit me once more

Different

Staggered, practiced, put on, feigned It was not true, not born of love but of fear As if i would lash out and tear it in half

I wouldn’t... Not on purpose

It didn’t come again.

[cursedcatvibes]

KILLSHOT!

re4r!fuckboy leon x fuckgirl reader

word count: 5.9k

summary: Leon is only really a fuckboy because of some sort of childhood trauma thing. He doesn’t want to be forgotten, growing up ugly isn’t something he wanted to be remembered by so when he got his glow up he obviously used his looks to his advantage. But what happens when he starts to hear another name other than his own making rounds, everyone is raving about this person and Leon doesn’t like this. Is he jealous of them? Or is he actually jealous he hadn’t gotten to experience it yet?

tags/warnings: Minors DNI! Smut, 18+. Complicated emotions, slight mask kink, using of drugs, drugs mentioned, alcohol slightly mentioned, college ditzy bimbo talking, fingering, cowgirl, praise, characters from other franchises mentioned, halloween party, stalking-ish.. not proof read

A/N: hello! i have not been active in a few months oh my gosh.. literally sickening but life is literally sickening in itself? so.. but anyways, i had this idea strike me and it’s taken so long for me to punch it out because i kept changing the plot and rewriting and deleting shit because i didn’t like it. sue me! but yeah i forced myself to sit and write all day, so if some of the plot is not consistent i apologize! i actually got slight inspiration from pawgleon.. like the way the characters speak. i think she portrays bimbo and ditzy talk very well! (this is me partaking in kinktober)

Songs! ^^

Killshot (Slowed + Reverb) - Magdalena Bay

Rehab - Brent Faiyaz

Yummy - Ayesha Erotica

Like a Dream - Thomas LaRosa

Poison- Brent Faiyaz

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Leon’s always made a name for himself ever since Junior year in highschool. He had been considered ugly up until that point, had a bunch of acne (just like a normal growing teenager would), wore glasses, and his voice was still a little high-pitched because his balls had yet to drop. So what? Most boys are late bloomers! Definitely nothing to be insecure about.

He got picked on a lot and all the girls he liked never liked him back, always made fun of him whenever they could and called him a weird freak. But that all changed one summer when he got back to school for the new year.

He had gained a skincare routine, traded his glasses for contact lenses, and even started working out. It made him feel good about himself and it gave him the confidence to say fuck you to everyone else.

When he strolled into school however, it proved to be different almost immediately.

Here he was thinking he would have to defend himself again this year but people actually seemed to like him, girls he had never spoken to in his life started coming up to him. All pretty and perky too.

Now all of the sudden everyone wanted to fuck him and he was overjoyed. He quickly lost his virginity not even a month into starting the new school year, it took him a long while to perfect his craft but soon he got pretty good at knowing a woman’s body, men too.

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A few years later and now he’s in college with a reputation of being a fuckboy. It wasn’t a bad thing for him, considering the fact that he was able to get out the pent up stress college applied onto him.

Leon always got to pick his fruit of the night daily, sometimes even more than once a day. He didn’t have to worry about girls trying to get into relationships with him because of his reputation, one, and two, he was always up front about how he didn’t want to date anyone.

He was 1000% sure that if someone could be labeled as best fuck/hookup he would qualify for first every single time.

Well that’s what he originally thought until he started hearing another name going around, almost as often as his own. He was curious about who this person was, he wondered if they were as good as him for this many people to be buzzing about them.

It only took him a couple of minutes asking around before he found out the full name of the person and what class they were in. Surprisingly they were in the morning class of the same lesson that Leon took except his was more in the afternoon.

No wonder they haven’t crossed paths. No worries, he’s sure that a person like him must be cool enough to become friends with.

Oh how wrong he was.

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You had a decent up bringing growing up, didn’t struggle academically and you weren’t bad looking but you weren’t good looking either. Just plain. No one paid much mind to you in middle school.

It was completely fine with you, no drama, no names to remember, and no one to pick on you. You could honestly say you enjoyed it.

No one bothered you up until you hit puberty, you noticed almost immediately that people started treating you differently. It was strange at first, getting used to everyone trying to butter you up for one thing only.

You didn’t see much of an issue because you didn’t care, you didn’t see virginity as a big deal either. Now you weren’t a hoe or passed around, you just had sexual relations with whomever.

You were pretty ecstatic about going to college you had aspirations and dreams, that dream job wasn’t going to be easy. You needed to have a proper education and a little experience in that field before you even tried.

It was also well known in college that you get to sleep around with whoever you want and receive no consequences.

But never raw, you definitely weren’t trying to get pregnant before your life properly started. You applauded the women who did have babies this early in life and still make something of themselves but you could barely take care of yourself on a daily let alone a whole other little human.

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You sat there in the middle row of the lecture, bored out of your mind. You stared at the chalkboard and occasionally glanced down at your notebook to doodle or something to make it appear you were paying attention. It was just an extra class you were forced to do for extra credits before the end of the semester.

Leon on the other hand was sat in the back row of that same class, he somehow managed to weasel his way into the same extracurricular as you so he could spy on you, a feeling of unease brewing in his belly as he watched you.

He didn’t trust you, he didn’t think you were a whore. That’s kinda hypocritical of him but he was put off by your presence. Maybe a little bit jealous of you and how you managed to make a name for yourself. It was almost like he was challenging you mentally. A challenge you yourself wasn’t even aware of.

He glanced up at the clock when he noticed people getting up, he collected his stuff immediately and quietly followed behind you. Leon felt like he was being a bit stalker ish but he wanted answers. Plus it’s not like he was doing it to be a pervert.

He watched as you met up with some friends to go study in the library, obviously he was still shadowing you from afar. His nose shoved inside a book in the far corner in the library but close enough to spy on you from a distance.

He didn’t gain much information, you were hard working with a flirtatious personality, it was kind of hard for him to gather anything from this. But he overheard you and your friends talking about going to a party, his head perked up a bit like a dog smelling a delicious treat.

He wasn’t sure why but he felt this strange feeling wash over him, could he confront you there? But why was he trying to confront you? In all honesty he wasn’t sure, he just knew that he was jealous and scared that he would become a nobody again.

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You and your friends spoke happily about the most random stuff, like who got who pregnant, followed by did you see this new show? The topics never truly stayed on one solid one unless the whole group had a deep connection to it.

So it didn’t surprise you that a party happening later that night was mentioned. “It’s a costume party?” You asked curiously and your friend chuckled and nudged you with her elbow. “Oh my god, like yeah. Obviously. It’s halloween.” Ashley giggled and the rest of them did too.

“That’s so lame.” You murmured, twirling your pencil around in your hand. “Like.. this is the start of a bad hallmark movie or something.” You said as your lips pulled up into a thin line.

Your friends shrugged and they obviously knew you would go anyways, you glanced around the library per usual. Something you did just as a random habit and you spotted someone looking at you.

You frowned a bit as you watched the guy look away and bury his face back in his book. How strange? “What a weirdo.” Your friend, Jill, spoke up and it startled you a bit. “Huh?” You turned back to her and she stared at the guy before looking back at you.

“Do you know him?” She asked and you shook your head no. “Yeah.. I thought so. He kept glancing over here and I thought it was all in my head.” Jill mumbled softly as if to keep it between the both of you. With a nod of agreement from you Jill joined back into the conversation.

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Leon on the other hand was burning red in embarrassment, you had looked right at him and made a face. Now he looked creepy. He should just leave the library now or something, anything! But he stayed glued to his seat, straining his ears to eavesdrop on your table.

After a while he watched you all get up and leave, he sighed softly and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Nice going, Kennedy. You’ve outdone yourself and now you look like a creep.” He muttered in annoyance.

He quickly packed his stuff up and exited the library, shooting his friends a quick text before heading towards his dorm. He needed a Halloween costume now.

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Halloween shopping didn’t take long for your group of friends. All of you got ready in Claire’s dorm because it was spacious and she was the one who got the best one because rumor had it her brother fucked one of the deans for special privileges and Claire used it as blackmail for herself.

Everyone in that dorm knew it was far from the truth, she was just a good student and because of that she got special treatment alongside Chris.

Ashley was busy doing her makeup when she looked over at you who was staring at the costume you had got. “You okay?” She asked and you turned around to look at her. It was obvious to everyone she would go as Harley Quinn. It suited her. Is what you thought before responding.

“I’m questioning if this is too much.” You responded and Jill perked up. “Definitely not. It’s actually beneficial because it’ll probably be super hot at that party so the less clothes the better.” She murmured mindlessly as she put on her realistic wig..

Ashley and Claire glanced over at Jill before bursting out in a fit of giggles. “This is why we keep Jill on a high pedestal. She’s like super smart and pretty. It’s a two for one.” Ashley grinned and you chuckled softly.

Claire slung her arm over your shoulder and tugged you close. “Besides you’ll be matching with me, and y’know if someone bothers you and you don’t want them Chris will stand up for us.” She pinched your cheek gently and you swatted her hand away with a whine.

“Fine, you have a point.” You relented with raised hands as if you surrender. Claire smiled and grabbed her costume to change into.

Ashley put her hair up into two pigtails and grabbed the spray of temporary hair dye. “So.. Luis is going to be there.” She beamed, and everyone in the room rolled their eyes. “Ashley, you are such a simp for him.” Claire huffed and you and Jill nodded in agreement.

“Okay well it’s not my fault okay! It’s gotta be his stupid accent.” Ashley grumbled softly, pouting as she did so. When she turned around after staring at the vanity mirror for so long she smiled seeing everyone in their costumes.

Jill is Tiffany Valentine from the Chucky franchise, Ashley is Harley Quinn from the DC franchise, Claire is Starfire, and you are Raven.

You purse your lips as you hold the cape up between your fingertips. “You know for the longest time I had no idea what she was saying.” You admitted and everyone but Jill agreed. “You didn’t watch it with subtitles?” She laughed and you shook your head no with a grin.

“I thought she was just speaking gibberish.” You said and it just made everyone laugh harder as they gathered their things to get ready to leave. “Yeah because they would make one of their main characters speak gibberish everytime she used her powers.” Claire teased and you turned red with embarrassment but also laughter as you all walked out the door.

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Leon on the other hand was pre gaming in his dorm room with his friends, Carlos, Chris, and Luis. “Dude you know how many hot chicks are going to be there?” Chris murmured as he slipped into a brown jacket, pulling gloves onto his hands while searching for his Jason Vorhees mask.

“I'm definitely scoring tonight.” Carlos said as he messed with his hair, a soft hum leaving his lips. Leon shrugged, not very interested in hooking up with anybody. He was more interested in trying to one up you.

Luis sat next to Leon on the couch and stared at him for a second. “¿Qué pasa, Sancho?” He asked, tilting his head at the blonde who seemed to be anxious. “Nothing. Just.. thinking. I guess.” He replied, rubbing his nape.

Luis cocked his eyebrow up and narrowed his eyes at Leon suspiciously. “Well, whatever it is. I’m here if you wanna talk.” He assured, placing his hand on Leon’s shoulder. Leon nodded and grabbed his Ghostface mask.

“Are we all ready?” Chris asked as Carlos was putting on his gloves with fake claws on them. He had the signature Freddy Krueger colors on while Luis had the iconic blue jumpsuit and Michael Myers mask. Once everyone was ready they set off to the party, Leon swallowed anxiously under his mask.

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The first thing you were met with when you entered the frat house was a mess, a mess of drunk and high people. You made a face at the smell of sweat and sex filling the air. Have some decorum people. You grimaced as you were dragged through the party.

Somehow ending up in the living room with everyone in your friend group. “They have coke! Oh my gosh, I’ve like totally wanted to try it.” Ashley beamed and grabbed you. “C’mon let’s all do a line, when’s the next time you’ll be offered coke or something. We’ll be all old with wrinkles.” Ashley whined, trying to convince Claire and Jill who sighed and reluctantly agreed.

“Okay but doesn’t this like burn?” You questioned.

“What? Like Molly?” Ashley raised her eyebrow.

“No—Like doesn’t it burn your nostrils?” You raised an eyebrow back at her.

Jill sighed and picked up a straw that was on the table along with random lines of coke on the glass surface while you and Ashley argued over something as tedious as whether it’ll go down smoothly.

Claire followed in pursuit of Jill and did a line too, squeezing her eyes shut as she sniffled. “Jeez, that shit is strong..” She muttered as she pinched her nostrils, Jill nodded heavily in agreement.

“I forgot you’re the fucking coke queen of America. That’s my bad.” You huffed softly.

Ashley rolled her eyes and went to reach for a straw for you only to see Claire and Jill holding them. “You guys did it without us!!” She complained and you just sighed.

“Ash, we can just do a line right now.” You murmured which seemed to calm her down enough to keep her tantrum at bay. She holds your hand and leans down in sync with you as you both snorted a line.

At the same time you both did, Leon and his goon squad arrived at the party and everyone started cheering. Garnering the attention of all of you kneeled at the table.

You wiped away the residue on your nose and sniffled, narrowing your eyes at Leon for a second as he put on his Ghostface mask and his face was hidden again. He looked.. familiar.

You tried to ponder where you saw him at, but you just shrugged it off. Whatever. Probably nowhere.

Jill glanced over at Chris a few times while Claire was eyeing Carlos. Ashley immediately bounced up and was about to scurry over to Luis. You grabbed onto her wrist before she could run off.

“Ashley! Are you seriously ditching us for Luis?” You stared at her, trying to gauge her reaction.

“What? Noo—I would definitely not. ‘M just being friendly. I’ll totally come back.” She replied in her usual manner, which gave away that she was lying. You reluctantly let her go and she scurried off.

You sighed heavily as you watched Claire and Jill give each other a knowing look. “You guys too?!” You groaned out and they gave you a sheepish smile. “We’ll come back, we have our phones on sound and we’ll all go home together.” Jill assured, placing her hand on your thigh.

“You guys hate me.” You frowned with a slight pout and Claire pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Pinky promise we’ll come back.” She whispered and you took her pinky in your own. “Okay. Promise.” You sighed out.

Then you watched Claire and Jill disappear, probably to go curl up with Chris and Carlos. You weren’t very amused, the only reason you came was to hang out with them but Leon and his stupid friends came and ruined it.

Whatever. Least you had some entertainment, the coke on the table and the promise of alcohol.

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Leon smirked as he entered the party, he knew he was hot shit. But that lingering fear that he would be some name in the past still brewed within him. Which is why he agreed to tag along. The only question was where were you?

He sauntered deeper into the party with his friends until one by one they were plucked away by girls he recognized from your friend group. He pursed his lips beneath his mask, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips as he glanced around.

It’s as if fate itself had its way of showing itself as you stumbled into the kitchen, not dressed in much. His eyes widened in surprise as you walked to the punch bowl that was probably spiked by now and got yourself a cup of juice.

He watched from the corner of his eye in awe as you licked the rim of the cup to clean the few drops of juice you got on the side of the cup. He gulped and chastised himself, no he wasn’t supposed to be staring at you like some lovesick maniac. He was trying to prove himself tonight.

He would plow through so much pussy tonight it would leave you behind in the dust. Or at least that’s what he hoped.

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As the night lingered on you got more wasted to forget about the fact you got ditched for some dick. You couldn’t say you were surprised and honestly you were contemplating getting laid. But there was something uneasy about tonight.

Every room you slowly made your way into you saw some guy in the Ghostface costume making out with some girl, borderline groping each other over their clothes. At first you thought it was different guys until you got a good look at the face of the man behind the mask twice to realize it was the same guy with different girls each time. Weirdo. Is all you thought but you were smart enough to remember some guys have a game to see who can get the most kisses, hook ups, blowjobs in one night.

Leon on one hand was shocked each time you walked past him like it was nothing, like you just didn’t care. He was sure he could fuck some girl in front of everyone and you wouldn’t pay them any mind. What the hell?

With a growl he was determined to get your attention somehow, it didn’t even register that he was doing all this for your attention. His body reacting on pure instinct as he broke away from the kiss with the girl. A brief apology as he excused himself. Chasing after you as you drunkenly stumbled back to the kitchen.

He stood at a distance watching you rummage through the fridge. “All my friends hate me, oh my god.” You mumbled under your breath as you found nothing to satisfy your hungry belly. A soft pout on your expression until some guy pressed up against you from behind.

You paused for a second before you stood up straight and turned around to see some random guy in a batman costume staring down at you. “Uhm, hello.” You say as he leans down to inspect your costume. “Oh okay. Just go on ahead—“

“Raven? From Teen Titans?” He asked as his eyes met your own again.

“Oh yeah, my friend and I dressed as Raven and Starfire.” You slurred a bit as he rubbed his thumb over your chin. “Oh—Hellooo.” You giggled as the guy placed his other hand on your hip.

“We’re from the same franchise. I think your costume looks really cool.. I’m Brandon” He uttered softly, leaning down to brush his lips against yours and you eagerly reciprocated, whispering your own name into the kiss. You had plans starting to form in your head to go back with this guy to his dorm and hook up with him.

Well, you did at least plan to leave with him. But no way in hell was Leon going to let that happen. He stormed over, his angry expression hidden behind the Ghostface mask, he cleared his throat and tugged you away from the guy.

He glanced between you and the guy in his stupid batman costume. When he realized what he had done he immediately lied on the spot, blurting the first name of your friend that came to mind. “Ashley! Erm—Ashley asked if you could come help her with something.”

You blinked a few times as you processed what was said, realizing that the guy behind the Ghostface costume must know Ashley, which didn’t surprise you. “Oh.”

You bit on your bottom lip and glanced at Brandon. “Sorry. My friend needs me.” You replied and latched onto Leon’s arm. “Lead the way.” You hiccuped.

Leon immediately walked off with you, feeling a sense of pride at the knowledge he ruined that moment for you. Yet when he looked down at your face you didn’t seem to mind, in fact you seemed more worried about your friend.

Leon guided you out the party, letting the fresh air overcome him and you. He didn’t realize how hot it was inside until he stepped outside with you.

“Wait. She left the party?” You stopped in your tracks and gently tugged on Leon’s arm.

“What?” He said, confusion laced in his tone before he remembered the lie he uttered. “Oh yeah—yeah. She uhm, left to go with him but she told him to tell me you needed her.”

You didn’t seem to question him any further, which was a relief for him because he wasn’t sure how much more he could lie as he guided you back to the dorms. More specifically his.

What the fuck am I doing?

Why did I care so much that she was going to kiss some random dude?

Why am I taking her back to my dorm?

I should’ve been on my fourth hook up tonight and yet I haven’t touched any naked body yet.

Leon’s mind raced as he unlocked the door and guided you inside, closing the door behind him and locking it as you called out for Ashley.

“Ashley! Ugh I swear if it’s not something important and you made me miss out on the opportunity to get laid I’m gonna murder you!” You groaned out as you stumbled in your platformed boots; which in theory are horrible to wear while being wasted.

Leon pulled his mask off and tossed it onto his couch, wiping the sweat from his brow before he followed after you, grabbing hold of your wrist to turn you around towards him gently.

“Ew your hands are like.. gross and sweaty.” You made a face of disgust and his nose scrunched up in annoyance.

“Okay that’s a bit rude.” He huffed and looked at you, he would finally be able to see you for you at this moment. It suddenly hit him.

You’re not competition, obviously not if you’re not bragging about your hook up to him, rather your friend who definitely isn’t here.

Hell, you’re just a girl. A girl who he’s jealous of for no reason.

A girl who’s.. really fucking pretty?

His eyes widened as he came to the realization that it wasn’t anger at being replaced, it wasn’t jealousy of hearing your name being uttered time and time again instead of his.

No, that's stupid. I’ll see if she’s really as good as everyone says she is. He was determined to see what was so special about you.

Your nose scrunched up as if mimicking his own expression as you could see different emotions ran across his face. “Uhm hello?—“ You went to wave your hand in front of his eyes when he tightened his grip on you and pulled you in for a kiss with force. Such force that you stumbled.

A quick lie running out of his mouth smoothly as he cupped your face in his hands. “I lied, Ashley didn’t call you here.. I just have such a big crush on you and didn’t know how to express it.” He breathed out as your tongue ran over his bottom lip.

You, to his surprise, didn’t fight back or protest the kiss. You seemed to encourage it more than anything.

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s kinda sly of you..” You remarked as you pulled back from the kiss, your lipstick smeared on his soft plump ones. You brought your thumb up to his bottom lip and wiped away as much as you could.

“So what’s your name you big stud.” You teased in a drunken tone, Leon bit his bottom lip and ducked down to capture your lips again. “Leon.” He muttered into the kiss, slowly guiding you to his room with careful steps.

He could tell you were getting tired of how slow he was moving so he patted your thigh to encourage you to hop up. Once you did he grabbed the back of your legs and held you firmly against him, your lips not parting from his own as he stumbled into his bedroom.

He dropped you down onto the bed and finally pulled away. “I have to turn on the lamp..” He mumbled quietly as he reached off to the side to flick the light on. The moonlight helped to illuminate the parts of the room the light didn’t reach fully.

When he looked down at you he felt his heart rate increase. “Fuck.” He cursed and you just smiled at the sight above you.

You reached your hand up to move his hair out of his face. “What? Think I’m pretty or something?” You asked and he nodded, a soft giggle leaving your precious lips.

So precious. He thought as he pressed his left palm above your head against the bed while his other hand came up to cup and fondle your breast above your costume.

You managed to kick your boots off somehow, leaning back against the bed comfortably. “Well that’s sweet of you. I think you’re quite handsome.” You replied as your hair laid spread out behind you.

Leon hesitated for a second, what does he do now? He’s been hooking up with people for awhile now and for once in his life he’s stunned on what to do next. He opens his mouth to speak but all that comes out is a soft moan as you drag his hand up to your mouth to suck on his thumb.

“Hah.. you’re good at that hm?” He cooed, pressing his thumb down against your tongue. With a soft hum from you he adjusted the way he was hovering above you so he could use both hands instead of one.

He dragged his left hand down your torso right down to your pussy, he could feel the heat radiating off of such an intimate part of you. This made his cock throb with want as he pushed the crotch of your costume to the side.

“I guess this costume is pretty much easy access..” He spoke his inner thoughts aloud, watching you blush beneath his watchful gaze before his fingertip brushed against your clit.

You mewled softly and brought your hands up to paw at his chest, wanting his costume off but he clicked his tongue. “Patience. Good things come to those who wait.” He scolded you lightly and gave you a shit eating grin as you frowned.

“You’re like a delicacy.” He explained, rubbing his middle and ring finger through your folds before prodding them against your hole. “You must be handled with care.” He punctuated his words by shoving his fingers inside of you.

You gasped and your back arched off the bed a little. “O-Oh fuck. That feels good.. your fingers are so thick.” You whimpered around his thumb, he snickered softly and pulled his thumb away from your mouth, pressing the wet digit against your clit to rub hard and fast circles against the sensitive little bud while his other hand moved in tandem by fucking his fingers in and out of you.

A slick squelching sound resounding through the room followed by lewd moans coming from you. Who would’ve thought having sex while being high on coke made everything feel ten times better?

“Leon.” You whined softly as your walls clenched down tightly around his fingers. “You’re g’nna make me cum..”

Leon just shrugged and leaned down to nip at your neck. “And? That’s what you want, right baby?” He whispered directly in your ear, sucking on your earlobe. He let out a low chuckle as you cried out a soft yes.

He doubled down on his efforts and you swore you saw stars, definitely. You squealed softly as your orgasm crashed down onto your body like a truck, your cheeks and the tips of your ears turning red and hot with arousal.

“There’s we go. That’s my girl.” He lapped at the pulse point on your neck as you settled down from your high, he took the opportunity to strip himself of his clothes but not before getting a taste of what he was going to be indulging in.

He brought his fingers up to his mouth and swirled his tongue around his own digits, sighing softly as he tasted the sweet essence that he had coaxed out of you.

“God. That shits perfect.” Leon bit his bottom lip as he began to remove his clothes, eyeing you hungrily as his cock sprung up into view.

You mumbled something before sitting up on your elbows, your mouth almost instantly watering at the sight of his dick. “Woah.” You blinked a few times before reaching out to touch.

Accidentally grabbing it too hard made Leon hiss in pleasure. “God damn. Easy baby.” He groaned out, and you winced out a soft apology, letting him guide your hand to be the perfect pressure and pace for him to get off on.

“Wait..” You said suddenly which made Leon pause, staring down at you questioningly. “Can you get your uh.. the mask.” You asked coyly, twirling a strand of your hair around your finger slyly as it registered what you wanted in his head.

“Sure thing.” He chuckled and patted your cheek, disappearing for a second before returning with the mask on his head. You grinned wickedly as he stood near the edge of his bed.

“How do I look—“ He was cut off by you yanking him down onto the bed, straddling him as you smirked. “I’m gonna absolutely ravish you.” You sighed out softly, having already removed your clothes when he stepped out the room.

Leon was quite stunned at the 360 shift in attitude. You were just crying on his fingers a few seconds ago and now you’re practically pinning him down. He placed his hands on your thighs, gently rubbing his thumbs against your soft skin.

“Yeah? What if I want to ravish you?” He retorted and you leaned down to press your bare chest against his own, “You could try.” You slurred quietly, but as the hours went on the more you slightly sobered up.

“Guess I’ll have to try super hard then.” He whispered softly as he grabbed his cock, rubbing the tip of it through your folds with a soft hum. You bit your bottom lip as you eventually sank down on him, the two releasing a soft moan in sync with each other.

It didn’t take long for Leon to start bouncing you on his cock as you rode him with an eager pace, it seems the mask was doing things for you that you yourself weren’t even aware would do.

The wet sounds between the two resounding through the room as skin on skin slapping against each other blended into the mix. “Fuck, you’re so tight.. ‘n wet.. ‘n warm.” He whined, fingers digging into your plush thighs as he bucked his hips up into you.

You nodded in acknowledgment. Your eyes fluttered shut as you could feel that coil in your gut tightening with each thrust and bounce. You knew you were close and so did Leon. “I’m almost there.” He panted out, gulping beneath the mask which was starting to prove to be extremely hot. He was sure he had sweat all over his face and head, if he was to remove the mask he was 99% sure that his hair would be thoroughly damp.

Yet if he could get girls to ride him as crazy and as good as you do he would wear it for every hookup encounter he ever had.

You reached your hands up to start punching and twisting your nipples, fondling your tits to tease him. He grunted loudly as he watched you with bated breath. “Fuck, keep playing with yourself like that. Touch that pretty little clit of yours too.” He gritted out as you did so, causing your walls to clamp down tightly around his cock.

Your jaw dropped as his cock brushed against that spongy spot inside of you that never failed to give you chills. “I-I can’t hold it..” You cried out, hand still moving quickly against your clit. Leon could see your chest rising and falling quickly and he was just a few seconds away from spilling his own seed.

“I know. W-Where do you want it?” He uttered aloud, squeezing his eyes shut and throwing his head back against his bed. “Mm. Inside, please.” You whined, bucking your hips eagerly.

Leon's eyes shot open and his head shot up to stare at you. “Fuck.. that’s so hot. Are you sure?” He was a bit nervous and didn’t want to cum inside of you if you weren’t 100% sure.

With an eager nod you spoke once more. “Yes! God, please! Inside of me, Leon.” You insisted, throwing your head back in pleasure as he thrusted a couple more times before pulling your hips flush against his own, he came before you did and it only took a few quick rubs from you before your orgasm hit you once more.

You practically collapsed on top of him with a heavy breath, resting your head on his chest as he moved his hands up to pull the mask off, finally being free of the sweaty contraption. He wrapped both his arms around you as his cock started to soften within your warm wet walls.

Fuck. He had to admit that the people were right about you being a good fuck.

Especially when you looked up at him with that soft smile but your eyes told a different story as you wiggled your hips a bit, it’s as if he didn’t even start to soften to begin with as he was fully hard within seconds.

Guess he was in for a long night, just as long as you don’t hear the incessant buzzing coming from your phone that was discarded on his nightstand haphazardly from your friends.

[shadowdaddies]

I love your work ❤️ can I request a Ruhn x fem!reader, where ruhn hasnt been a very good boyfriend, like he is working a lot, and has to put off many date, the reader is trying to be understanding. maybe there are supposed to have a date but ruhn is late, he comes into the restaurat and sees that the waiter is talking to the reader and she is laughing. Some angst and ruhn is scared he is going to be single, but a fluffy ending

Try Hard

Ruhn x Reader angst/fluff

A/N: I put a little twist on this, hope that's okay💜

Smoothing the front of your sleek black dress, you stepped out from your bedroom to the sound of a low whistle. Bryce laid back against the couch cushions, blanket draped over her legs as she looked up from her phone with a knowing smirk.

“You look hot,” she praised, golden eyes flicking down your form - hair down in loose waves, silky fabric of the dress hugging your curves - and winked. “What time is Ruhn supposed to get here?”

The small light in your eyes at her compliment dimmed at the question. “He should have been here twenty minutes ago,” you mumbled, glancing down at your phone to avoid meeting her gaze.

Bryce’s demeanor changed at that, a subtle shift in how she reclined on the sofa. Long, manicured nails flipped her own phone anxiously as her gaze bounced between you and screen of messages. 

“Well, he’s probably dealing with those alphaholes in the Aux, but you know Ruhn’s never late.” Scooting in her legs closer to her body, she patted the cushion next to her. “Come sit with me while you wait. I’m just watching ‘Fangs and Bangs’.” 

Eyes flicking to the couple on the TV, you slumped down on the couch, feeling lower than you ever had. Bryce was wrong - Ruhn had been late, nearly every time you’d seen him over the past several months. That is, when you saw him at all. 

He blew you off more than followed through on dates, and when you were with him, it was as though his mind was elsewhere. Anytime you tried to talk to him beyond shallow conversation, his eyes would dart from yours, opting to stare down at your hands over your face.

You couldn’t stop the tears that welled in your eyes as tumultuous thoughts raced through your head. You loved this male more than you had ever thought possible, yet here he was, like he wasn’t even trying. 

“Hey,” Bryce murmured, voice soft as she set her phone down. A hand came to rest on your shoulder, rubbing soothing circles there to coax you to look at her. “What’s wrong?”

Sniffling, you took a deep breath while your hands found the tassels on the pillow next to you very fascinating. “I don’t think Ruhn loves me,” you whispered, the words immediately feeling wrong once they left your lips. 

“Or... It’s not that he doesn’t love me,” you continued. “Maybe just not like I love him, or he doesn’t see a future with me?” Words tumbled from you faster than you could process, pent up emotions from the last several months coming out to Bryce as you told her of Ruhn’s detached behavior.

Her face was pale, crumpled in anguish that matched your own. She took a long moment before responding, “I know he loves you... But I also know I’m not the person you need to hear that from. Why don’t you see what happens tonight? Talk things through with him?”

Amber eyes were soft with understanding as you swallowed thickly, granting her a weak nod before checking your phone once more to find no response from Ruhn. “We’ve probably already missed our reservation,” you mused, fingers pinching the bridge of your nose as aggravation overtook you.

“Then go,” Bryce suggested. “They have his card on file, it’ll be charged to the Autumn King if all else fails,” she murmured behind a twisted smile. “You look beautiful, and deserve to have a nice evening regardless of how stupid Ruhn is.”

You looked down at your outfit, the effort you had put into looking and feeling beautiful tonight, and felt resolute as you nodded. Standing up from the couch, you gave Bryce a quick hug and thanks. 

“I’ll go to the restaurant, and I guess if he shows up or not will give me the answer I need.” Your attempt at sounding confident in your decision was weak, voice wavering at the thought of ever giving up on Ruhn, but you followed through nonetheless and hopped into a car to the restaurant.

The shakiness of your legs as you stepped from the car caught you by surprise, leaning on the handle as you willed strength to your muscles and strode inside. After an arduous explanation to the hostess that you were late for your reservation for two, and were in fact, alone, she begrudgingly took you to your table with a firm reminder that the rest of your party had fifteen minutes to show.

With a defeated sigh, you refused to look at your phone before sliding it into your coat pocket which you draped over the back of your chair. Slumped against the soft seat, you couldn’t help but feel clownish in your overdone hair and makeup. Just as embarrassment seemed to sink its claws into you, a polite voice interrupted your spiraling thoughts.

“Welcome in,” the handsome male to your left greeted, eyes sparkling with sincerity. “Could I bring you something to drink?” he asked, and your gaze drifted downward to find a name tag and uniform, toned body veiled thinly beneath.

“You look like you could use a glass of wine - or something stronger - if you don’t mind me saying,” he joked, earning a laugh from you. Stomach tightened, your eyes found his to indeed ask for a large glass of red wine when a familiar figure showed in your peripheral.

Ruhn cleared his throat, drawing your attention from the exchange to where he stood. He was in a finer suit than you had ever seen him, all black and neatly tailored to hug his form. Onyx hair shone in the dark evening lights as those violet eyes focused on you with a fae-like intensity, possessiveness practically tangible.

“We will have a bottle of your finest red. The manager should know our order, in fact. Thank you,” Ruhn greeted the waiter stiffly, waiting until the male left to take his seat across from yours.

“I was worried you wouldn’t show,” you drawled, the effort to keep the scowl from your lips distracting from that to keep the frustration from your tone.

Ruhn’s arched brow only served to infuriate you further, knuckles tightening on the arms of your chair as you dared to look at him. “You sit there silently, staring at me as though you are surprised in my doubt. But the past several months have been a constant cycle of me waiting for you, Ruhn.”

Jaw dropped slightly, purple eyes wide at your words as Ruhn had the nerve to look surprised. A scoff escaped you, gaze flicking to the bright city lights out the windows - bustling streets ignoring the advertisements and light shows that shone across from you. 

“I feel... I feel like those signs, Ruhn.” You gestured out the window. “Sending you messages, pleading for attention while you walk by like the people on the street. Do you notice me and not care, or are you trying to avoid me?”

Silver lined Ruhn’s eyes, tears threatening to spill as he reached into his pockets, hands fidgeting nervously while he thought. “I have never purposefully ignored you,” he breathed, eyes desperate as he looked to you. “To think that I might ever make you feel unseen makes me feel unworth-“

The breath stole from his chest as onyx hair whipped to the windows at your right, eyes wide. Ruhn dove in front of you, arms wide as he attempted to obstruct your view of whatever was happening. The lights changed behind him, catching several glimpses from others at the restaurant as you exasperatedly looked around his outstretched arm to look at what was outside.

‘Will you marry me?’ scrolled along the electronic billboard, bright for everyone to see. You looked down at Ruhn, the face of defeat clear as he let his arms finally drop to cover his face. 

“Ruhn...” you whispered, catching his attention from the self pity in which he was consumed. “Is that...?” 

You couldn’t find the words, merely gesturing to the bright lights outside while you studied your boyfriend’s face. He sighed, glanced over his shoulder with a nod before turning back to you.

“I was late because Dec had some issues getting the message up on the screen. But now it all seems ridiculous. I spent months planning to make tonight special, but all I did was make the love of my life feel like she isn’t special.”

Warm, tanned hands enveloped your own, resting in your lap. “I was too nervous that I might give something away, I did avoid you these past few months. But I would never have done any of this if I thought it would make you feel any less than the incredible female you are.”

You felt your lower lip wobbling, eyes welling with emotion at the realization. It wasn’t for lack of trying - Ruhn was planning for your future this entire time. “Ruhn...” you whispered, voice shaking as you cupped his cheek.

“It feels ridiculous now, to think of something as cheesy as night lights to ask you to spend forever with me, but-“

“YES!” you practically shouted, earning interested glances from other diners. “Ruhn, I would be honored to spend a lifetime with the male who went to such lengths to make me feel special, not only tonight, but since I have known you. I shouldn’t have doubted you.”

A broad grin stretched upon his face, crooked smile making your knees feel weak for only a moment before Ruhn’s lips crashed to yours. The echoes of those in the restaurant cheering sounded in the back of your mind as he pulled the ring from the pocket in which he’d been fumbling, slipping the band on your finger.

“I love you,” you murmured, tugging him by his chin into a deeper kiss. You glanced to the table, empty with unordered food. “Can we just go home? I only want to be with you,” you admitted.

Ruhn’s smile deepened, tongue toying with his lip ring as he considered your words. “Deal. Let’s order in,” he purred, grabbing your hand to lead you from the restaurant.

Hopping in the back of the car he’d called, you leaned into Ruhn’s warmth as he pulled out his phone to assure Bryce and Dec things had gone well. “You should have heard the call I got from Bryce after you left for the restaurant,” he grumbled, eyes wide with genuine fear.

A laugh escaped you, drawing your fiancé’s gaze to your own where he grinned with satisfaction. “What are you thinking, my love?” he asked, thumb tugging lightly on your lower lip.

“I’m thinking... how excited I am to do life with you,” you murmured, scooting closer to the warmth of his lap. His gaze grew heated, violet eyes making you shrink at the power within them for a moment before you regained your composure. “And I’m wondering,” you paused, pulling out your phone, “what you want for dinner...”

Your scrolling was interrupted when Ruhn took your phone, tucking it into his leather jacket as he pulled you fully across his hips. Hand pulled the back of your neck so your cheek brushed his. 

“I know exactly what I want for dinner, tonight and every night,” his low voice growled against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. 

Pulling back, you looked into his eyes again, peace filling you at the familiar look of love you found. “And I want you, tonight and always,” you promised, leaning in to find the soft, promising passion of his lips against yours. Something restless settled inside of you, body and soul relaxing into his as you knew this was where you were meant to be.

[khuzena]

✎Regret, love and death

Itoshi Rin, Itoshi Sae, Michael Kaiser x g/n!reader

Summary: The bllk boys break up with you not knowing you're terminally ill and they meet you again but this time you're dying right in front of them.

Warning: Angst, no fluff, breakup and breakdown, death, grief

A/n: this is super cliche ik but this has been on my mind for months now, it's time i actually write about it. Listening to ditto while making this. I tried to make it g/n so bear with me

Itoshi Rin

"Stay in the middle, like you a little"

Itoshi Rin who left you months ago after a stupid argument he wishes he could've prevented. He tells himself that he doesn't need you anymore and that he'll never open up his heart again.

Itoshi Rin who gets mad when he sees happy couples, he swears it's anger and jealousy but it's mostly confusion and betrayal. He believed that it was your fault that he became this vulnerable but he willingly gave his heart to you.

Being a professional athlete like Itoshi Rin it's common to regularly get some injuries here and there so he visits the hospital.

He waited patiently right outside his clinic, an earbud in one ear and he listened to the environment around him. Squeaky wheelchairs, cries from a hospital room nearby and patients conversing in daily chit-chat. The line at the clinic was taking too long so he decided he'll go next time; but something caught his eye. The soles of his shoes clack on the marble floor at the empty hallway and the music he's listening to but he hears the faint beating of a heart monitor. Then, he sees your name in one hospital room.

He couldn't believe his eyes. There was a folder attached loosely on the door, your name written in lazy cursive and numerous descriptions he couldn't understand. Rereading and rereading the name on the folder over and over again, his eyes narrowed as he decided to look over to the glass window at the door; he saw you. Rin doesn't understand why you were here and why the folder was marked "terminal— confined" . The writings are too messy for him to understand but his heart beats loudly through his body like a gong.

He tries to convince himself it's probably someone else but he knew you too much to know that the one stuck in that wrinkly hospital bed was you.

He has to go, he has to but he doesn't. He takes a deep breath and opens the door. You open your eyes as you realize your peace was disturbed from the loud creaking of the door. You scrunch your nose and blink your eyes as you take a look at the figure standing at the side of your bed, it was Rin.

"You… why are you here?" He whispered, you could barely hear him but he stared down at you with pity, anger, grief— you don't know.

"I should be the one asking you that." Your voice was muffled by the oxygen mask strapped to your head as you sat yourself up and looked up to him, he tried to avoid your gaze as he looked over to the IVs inserted into your wrists, wires everywhere he was sure he almost stepped on one.

Rin furrowed his brows in irritation, all this pent up anger from the break up bursting all at once, "What the fuck happened to you?"

You gave him a weak smile, "A week before we broke up… I was diagnosed with a heart disease. I couldn't tell you what happened to me, then we fought but I was too scared and stressed I broke things off."

Rin breathes raggedly, fear and guilt flooding his senses; wondering why he was such an idiot to leave you.

"Will you get better?"

You smile again at his stupidity, you know he's seen the document attached at the door saying 'patient in hospice' but Rin wants to hear it from you, he wants you to confirm his thoughts. Maybe even deny it so he'll feel better. You feel tears drip down your arm as you watch him shaken like he's seen a ghost.

"I won't, so go now."

Rin wants to pour out all his emotions, everything welling up inside his heart— the thoughts brewing in the depths of his heart that ate him alive from the time you were seperated but he holds himself back.

His knees buckled and his strength prior to this incident dissipated into nothing as he held onto his remaining resolve. Like the coward he always was, he leaves and never comes back… but he will come back to you eventually; with a chrysanthemum in hand this time and a fresh black suit he picked out.

Itoshi Sae

"Don't want no riddle, Say it, Say it back"

Itoshi Sae who visits Japan for the first time in months, only going back to renew his passport.

It wasn't his intention to pass by your old friend group in public, he eavesdropped on their mindless conversation then they started talking about you.

Itoshi Sae listens to their conversation, getting some details about you. Hearing that you got confined somewhere and that there was no one to take care of you other than the nurses and hospice workers stationed at your room.

Itoshi Sae who tries to keep that newfound information out of his mind but the thought of you being confined in a hospital is making his heart race. Not in love nor from the butterflies he used to get when talking to you— no. He couldn't stop thinking of you. He promised to himself to never interact with you, avoid every single thing that reminded him of you but he couldn't. He just couldn't.

Itoshi Sae who visits the hospital and asks where you are, pretending that he was a visitor to the nurses was easier than he thought.

"Are you asking about that patient?"

He nodded, the nurse was stupid enough to fall for his charms as she sent him the directions to your room. Sae knows what dangerous game he's playing, if he comes back to you again then it defeats the purpose of avoiding you forever like he promised himself but he still goes.

It was a nice afternoon, birds chirping and he saw little children from the nursery running around in the hallways with toys in their hands. He mentally prepared himself for what he was about to see, turning away from your hospital room for a moment before entering.

His eyes softened for a moment when he laid his eyes on you, you were reading a book— an eerie one at that. Sae raised an eyebrow when he noticed that you didn't hear him enter, what if you were deliberately ignoring him? He was sure you were but he didn't catch your attention until he stepped closer to your bed, a shadow looming over you as you slowly looked up to him.

The two of you stare at each other for what it felt like forever, he's still looking at you like that. Love in his irises but there's a tint of melancholy.

You could see Sae saying something to you, you tried to read his lips but his words fell on deaf ears.

Sae was getting irritated on why you didn't respond but you took the white board that was resting on your bedside table. He patiently watched you write something on the board, clack, clack, clack.

'Im deaf. I can't hear you.'

Just months ago you were fine but he gets more ill with worry when his mind starts to drift and wonder what could've happened to you when he left you here all alone.

You erased the writing on the board, giddily like a child as you handed him the board next, signaling him to also write you something.

The athlete hesitated for a moment before grabbing the board off your hands, writing something hastily. He feels like if he wasted any more time he'll lose everything— but he knew that he already did the moment when he called it quits months ago.

'What happened', he wrote on the board, streaks of ink staining his palm but that's the least of his worries.

You sat up in a more comfortable position before opening the drawer, taking a clipboard, medical documents clipped to the board. Sae reads the papers, his throat starts burning and he feels tears building up in his eyes. He flips through the papers, information about your condition printed on the tiny pieces of paper as he reads through everything.

You couldn't understand what he was muttering under his breath but you were sure it was something… the way he bit his lip to hold back the tears and the way his hands got sweaty as he scanned the board.

Sae loved many things, you, soccer, coffee and the beach. There was something about hospitals that made him uneasy. Hospitals correlated to injury and death— a big no no for him. But as an athlete, a pro one at that it's not surprising that he regularly visits the hospital for nutrition advice or medicine. Though… this one was his worst visit yet. He told himself that he won't ever cry or love you again, that's why it's 'Sae loved' but he realizes he still loves you. Even though you're stuck on the hospital bed, sickly and dying, your arms littered with scars from the tubes that go in and out your skin and maybe the way you look so frail and skinny now compared to what you looked like months ago; he still loves you. He realized that in this moment he's always going to be looking for you the way you pathetically looked for him in the hospital, wishing he was there after you two broke up.

At least now the gods were merciful enough to grace you with his presence for the last time, even in this situation you still smiled at him like he deserved to see that again.

Itoshi Sae who visits you again tomorrow before you pull off the plug, Pain plastered on his face as he holds you tightly. He broke his promise.

To you, to never hurt you.

To himself, to never love you again.

Michael Kaiser

"Oh say it ditto, Can't wait till the morning, So say it ditto"

Michael Kaiser pretends he's fine after the break up and to distract himself from the pain, he dates other people— looking for someone who can fill the void you carved in his heart, looking for you.

Michael Kaiser who still wears the cardigan you bought him, giving him solace and comfort when he curls up in his bed alone, wishing you were there with him.

You and Kaiser didn't break up on bad terms, more like a confusing and neutral breakup. He told you he was done and you didn't beg him to stay, after all he neglected you for his selfish desires. He's like an icarus who has flown too close to the sun, his ego representing the melting wax wings of icarus— it burned your skin and melted your patience.

Michael Kaiser still stalks you in his other account you forgot that existed. He wouldn't admit it but he patiently waited for an update on your account.

Michael Kaiser who stalks your account and finally sees something. Your parents' post talking about you being stuck in the hospital.

Michael Kaiser doesn't cry, he can't. Images on the posts ingraining— burning itself in the deepest parts of his brain then it triggers something in him. Confusion.

He doesn't know the exact details of your situation but he's too curious to scroll past the post.

Michael Kaiser who gets a cab and arrives at your hospital, like a man with no shame he looks for your room.

It was nighttime and the hospital was uncannily quiet, he wasn't sure why but the guard was doing a terrible job at guarding the entrance of the hospital. Kaiser walks past the sleepy guard, ignoring the thumping sound of the guard falling on the floor as he makes his way to the lady on the desk.

"What brings you in here, sir?"

He pushes up his glasses, "I'm looking for my lover, [patient name]", he says boldly, lying through his teeth but he knows it's the only way they'll let him in.

"Give me a minute," the nurse starts flipping through the hospital log book, "They're at room 405, third floor."

Kaiser nods, thanking the nurse as he takes the elevator.

'ding' Kaiser enters the elevator, checking his watch while waiting for it to arrive at the third floor. The elevator was dimmed and it looked like a scene straight from horror movies, another old lady in a wheelchair strolls to the elevator.

"What's a handsome young man like you doing in the dead of the night here?" The grandma says in a hoarse voice, grey hairs covering her face as she holds onto both her wheelchair and fruits.

Though Kaiser is an asshole, a liar, he naturally had a soft spot for children and the elderly. "I'm here for my… lover" he doesn't know what gave it away but the older woman noticed the hesitance in his voice.

The grandma nodded at his reply, 'ding!'

"I guess this is my stop." Kaiser stepped out of the elevator, waving goodbye to the elderly woman and ambled in the hallway.

The scent of disinfectant invaded his nostrils, though the smell gets more diverse as he passes by different hospital rooms. He hears people screaming and crying at the room to his left and the other room dead silent, as if a corpse inhabited the room to his right.

Sweat starts trickling down his forehead when he counts the hospital room's numbers and realizes he's getting closer to yours. 'shit, shit, shit' his mind spiralling into madness, anxiety as he braces himself for what he's about to see.

His legs started to feel like jelly as his feet dragged him in front of your hospital room. A feeling of uncertainty, something he never felt again after breaking up with you.

Months ago when you two broke up he wondered if maybe you'd crawl back to him, like a child who ran away but comes home again the day after, but you didn't.

The door pulled open as he made his way inside, the lights were turned off but the sound of humming took him by surprise.

"I can hear you, you know."

Oh, that voice. That voice that could soothe him on days like these, your voice so gentle he thinks it's a sweet melody, a lullaby so sweet it would bring the devil down on his knees begging and repenting for forgiveness if he ever heard your voice.

The German boy doesn't come forward, only staring at your disheveled figure on the bed, waiting for death themselves to take you away from your misery.

"Have you eaten yet?"

Your fingers traced the lamp before finding the switch, making a flick sound as the soft illuminating glow lights up the room. You nod as you sit up, hugging yourself as you find comfort in the bandages that wrapped around your body.

"I'm sorry." It was the first time he's ever said this to you in ages, he wished he said this to you back then, he wishes that he was there for you.

Maybe he was the devil, cruel and mean, strong yet so weak. His knees buckled as he let out a choked sob, his fears that builded up couldn't hold in much longer as tears streamed down his face.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Kaiser says in between his sobs, the prideful man being broken down into a pathetic, crying mess.

Your fingers fiddled together in anxiety, you always had that stupid habit of yours when in distress. As much as you couldn't forgive Kaiser— he's too weak, too vulnerable for you to ignore.

Still Kaiser was shameless but not too shameless to go even a few inches closer to your bed, his mind racing— thinking that everything is all his fault as his heart rate goes up.

"Why should I? We're not even together." His chest tightens, if anyone could see him right now they'd think he's a fucking idiot— crying over the dying lover he left to rot in the hospital? Piece of shit.

"Yeah I know." He tries to calm himself down but he knows it's useless when you pick up on his uneasy behavior.

Kaiser wanted to ask you, 'let's get back together?' or maybe 'please forgive me' because he's a shameless prick but it's the first time he doesn't let his pride take over his senses.

He grieves right in front of you, your eyes never leaving his as his body language is signaling you, begging you to say something but it's better that you didn't.

He has all the time in the world to grieve for you after all, he's a shameless, selfish man… isn't he?

Notes: hell nah i'm sorry if there was so many grammar mistakes and stuff this isn't really proofread and i'm thinking of opening requests so like uh what do you guys think should i open requests

Written by @khuzena. Likes, reblogs and comments are always appreciated. ♡

[ssturniolo]

hii could u do a chris or matt angst? like a realllyyyy sad angst but then the fluffiest cuff ending ever?? thank uuu and i love ur work sm <33

Fixed

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 - Matt x fem!reader

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶 - After Matt realizes why you’ve locked yourself away from him, he shows up at your apartment, attempting to fix things.

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 - sad angst, hints of depression, comment on body, kissing, sorry if I missed any <3

Curled up on your couch, in the same clothes you’ve been wearing for a couple of days, you scroll through comments on the last car video the triplets filmed. The one you were in.

[matt doesn’t look at her the same anymore]

[I think Matt’s falling out of love with her]

[no offense, but matt and y/n’s relationship kinda looks one-sided]

[anyone else noticed that y/n put on a few pounds? No hate but maybe that’s why Matt isn’t into her anymore…]

Squeezing your eyes shut, you power your phone down, knowing if you don’t, you’ll continue doing this for the next few hours. It’s been like this for days, locking yourself up in your apartment, only to spend hours looking through TikTok and YouTube comments mentioning you and Matt.

You and Matt had been dating for 8 months now, and you were so afraid to lose him, you cut him off completely. Ignoring his texts and calls, pleading you to answer your phone, you felt as though you were digging yourself deeper into a hole, and couldn’t seem to climb out.

You couldn’t remember the last time you’ve eaten, nevertheless showered. Simple tasks seemed like the end of the world, and you could never seem to shut your head off. Although you’ve never been good at communicating your feelings, Matt always knew what was going on, and comforted you without pushing your boundaries. But this time, he couldn’t seem to figure it out.

Laying on his bed, mindlessly scrolling through instagram, Matt is interrupted by Chris barging through the door. Shoving his phone in Matt’s face, Chris let’s out an angry huff.

“Look at all of these comments about y/n on here man” Chris let’s out, frowning at his brother. Matt grabs Chris’s phone out of his hands, scrolling through the awful comments about you.

“There’s more on TikTok, I hope she hasn’t seen them” Chris says, running a hand through his hair. And then it clicks. Matt stands up, reaching to grab the car keys off of his bedside table. He can’t believe he missed it, ever since those videos were posted, you had been locked up in your apartment, completely blocking him off.

“Where are you going?” Chris asks, confused at Matt’s sudden urge to leave the house.

“To fix things”

Hearing a knock at your door, you stand up, dropping the blanket that’s been wrapped around you for longer than you can remember. Stumbling over, you peek your head out the door, only to find Matt staring back at you.

Hesitantly, you opened the door fully, waving Matt in. Now standing there in front of him, you felt so small, so unimportant, those comments were probably rig-. Matt grabs your hand, pulling you from your thoughts. He leads you to the couch, pulling you down next to him.

Avoiding his eyes, you play with the strings of your hoodie, afraid that if you look at him, it’s all gonna be over.

Matt surveys you. Noticing the dark circles under your eyes, the way your shoulders slump, the paleness of your skin. Tears sting behind his eyes as he cups your cheek lifting your head to meet his gaze.

Leaning into his touch, you let out a shaky breath. “You don’t love me anymore, do you” you whisper, watching as his eyes brim with tears.

“Of course I still love you, nothings ever going to change that” he says, tears now trickling down his face.

“B-but the comments, the edits, the everythi-” your cut off by him smashing his lips into yours, pulling you as close as possible, quickly filling the gap in between you two. Tilting your head to deepen the kiss, you let out all of your pent up emotions without needing to speak.

Pulling away to catch his breath, Matt presses his forehead to yours. “You can’t pay attention to any of those comments y/n. Those are just a bunch of jealous fans who want to tear you apart. I WANT you, I NEED you in my life, I’m not sure what I’d do without you” he lets out, wiping away stray tears from your cheeks.

Pulling away to look into his eyes, a small smile forms across your lips. “Thank you for being here when I need you the most” you say quietly, twirling a lock of his hair around your finger.

“I’ll always be here for you my love” he says, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Mind if I stay the night?” He asks, earning a quick nod from you.

After showering and doing your skincare for the first time in a week, you crawl into bed with Matt, resting your head on his chest as he wraps his arms around you. Exhausted, you mumble a quick “love you” before drifting off to sleep.

“I love you too” Matt whispers into your hair, planting a kiss on the top of your head.

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Thank you for the request! This is a longer one, I hope you like it! This is my first Matt fic so I hope I didn’t disappoint. I also tried changing the colors of the boys dialogue so if y’all don’t like it, please let me know. Requests are open!! :)

XOXO - Zoe

[badomenslullaby]

Dont know if you take blurb requests but I wanted to ask for one (no pressure❤)

What about, something like the reader and Noah being together for a couple months and she thinks that he's gonna leave her for whatever reason but Noah 'reassures' her so she can keep calm.

Idk if you like this but do what you please with it❤

Okay, I got overly excited and a little nervous writing this, but I hope this is what you were semi-looking for. If not, I will do it again without hesitation! :) :)

I may or may not have read other blurbs to make sure I was doing this right.

Song

Masterlist

Three glorious months—seemingly a blink in the vast of time, yet profoundly meaningful in the journey you and Noah have navigated. It marks the peak of three years of friendship, a journey paved with shared laughter, countless conversations, and moments of unspoken understanding. Finally reaching the finish line, you both have embarked on a new chapter, intertwining your lives in a bond strengthened by trust, mutual admiration, and a deep-rooted connection. Every day shows the lasting beauty of your relationship and the profound impact of love, which thrives and grows with each passing moment.

Things seemed like they couldn't get more perfect until your first big fight. You posted a picture of you and Noah cuddling up in his bed, and he freaked out a little. He was one for complete privacy regarding the internet, but you wanted to shout your relationship to the world. It was hard for you to understand why he didn’t want pictures of you two posted, and it was even more challenging for you not to take it as personally as you did. You have been holed up in your room blasting "Lover Dearest '' by Marianas Trench for an intense hour, screaming and crying the lyrics to yourself.

You felt like he was going to break up with you sometime in the near future, and it was getting harder and harder for you not to freak out about it. This caused you to slightly distance yourself from him, which wasn’t hard due to him working in the studio a lot lately. Everything seemed reduced to slower texts, fewer calls, and limited visits for several weeks. You knew it was because once Noah had a creative flow, he couldn’t be slowed down, but emotionally, it felt like he was avoiding you because he didn't want you around anymore.

There was a knock on your door, so you slowly got up to answer it. On the other side was Noah, who had a bouquet of your favorite flowers and a big smile on his face. His expression slightly faltered when he saw your tear-streaked face. Confusion crossed his features when he heard the song you were playing. 

“Why are you listening to your break-up song?” He asked. That just pushed you over the edge and made your tears fall again. He grabbed your face with his free hand, wiping away the tears. “Hey…shhhh, it’s okay, baby. What’s going on?” he asked, concern laced in his voice.

“Are you going to break up with me?” You asked through sniffles and hiccups. Avoiding eye contact, you couldn't bear to see his face, knowing it would only deepen your heartbreak.

Seeing the anguish in your eyes, Noah's expression softened with understanding. After setting down the flowers, he gently cupped your face with both hands, coaxing you to look at him. 

"Hey, no, no, baby, I'm not going to break up with you," he reassured you, his voice filled with sincerity. "I love you, okay? I'm here for you."

Feeling relieved, you finally meet his gaze, tears still glistening. With a shaky breath, you leaned into his embrace, comforting yourself with his reassuring presence. Noah held you close, his arms wrapping around you protectively as you let yourself release the pent-up emotions weighing on you. Looking up at him, you both get swept up in the feelings, and he kisses you. At first, it starts slow and gentle, a way for him to show you that he understands your feelings and will be there to take the pain away. Then it starts to turn hungry, showing you his passion for you and that he isn’t going anywhere.

Leading him to your room, you lay on your bed as he climbs over you. The air is thick with anticipation and desire as he leans in to kiss you, his lips tender and warm against yours. As the kiss deepens, you feel a surge of emotion wash over you, the intensity of your connection palpable in every touch.

For the next hour, Noah worships you and every inch of your body, his lips and hands moving with purpose and passion. Each caress declares his love and commitment, reassuring you that he isn't going anywhere. In his embrace, you feel safe and cherished, the worries and doubts of earlier fading into the background as you lose yourself in the moment. Time seems to stand still as you revel in the intimacy and closeness you share, knowing that together, you can weather any storm that comes your way.

[crazylittlejester]

for a prompt

idk just warriors having pent up stress, the others are teasing him and stuff and he’s having a SHIT TIME and just goes OFF on all of them, and is like “bro shit I’m gonna cry” and he just runs off and has a mental breakdown somewhere (the others give boy plenty of hugs)

this is such a good prompt and i honestly might write another thing with it later. I had this idea half written in my drafts from MONTHS ago, and i’m sorry if its a bit odd or choppy I finished it in the waiting room of an urgent care lmao (the ao3 authors curse came for me) 🕺🕺🕺 BUT HERE YOU GO!! (542 words):

It had been a long couple days for all of them. Emotions were running high, stress was through the roof, but since Twilight’s miraculous recovery, things had been slowly calming down and going back to normal. After having stayed up all of the previous night, Time allowed Warriors to convince him to sleep for a few hours in the morning. The captain had promised to keep an eye on everyone, and with Twilight safely out of the danger zone, Time felt he could finally allow himself to rest. Besides, if anything happened, his brother would come wake him up.

After his short nap, the group had gone into the woods to test Twilight’s strength. He was doing well considering the severity of the wound, but the rancher was a bit disappointed in his lack of strength. Despite everything, everyone was doing well. This was the happiest he’d seen them all in months. Well, everyone except Warriors.

Time felt bad that he hadn’t noticed exactly when the captain had started acting weirdly, but over time they spent at the inn, it was becoming more and more apparent that something was wrong. He was snappier than usual, telling the others off for joking around when normally he would’ve been messing around right there with them, and standing much more rigidly. Gone was his relaxed posture, replaced by the clear physical signs of stress.

Legend and Hyrule teasing Sky for his bad stamina seemed to be the final straw.

“Stop it,” Warriors mumbled, shaking his head violently. Time looked to him in concern.

“Well maybe if you could run just a little bit faster,” Legend jabbed, teasing tone in his voice.

Sky opened his mouth to retort back, but the sound of Warriors’s knees hitting the floor cut him off. Time’s head snapped in the captain’s direction to find him curled in on himself, shaking with his hands over his ears. His head was tucked into his chest, only a few inches away from resting on the floor. Sky and Legend had gone completely silent, the only sound in the room was the captain’s ragged breathing.

“I can’t fucking do it anymore,” he wheezed, and Time carefully knelt down at his brother’s head.

“Hey, hey what’s wrong?” He asked softly, gesturing for the others to back up a little.

“I don’t even know,” Warriors cried, sitting up and looking at Time with wide eyes full of tears. “I don’t… I’ve been awake for too many hours and I… I’m just…?”

“Stressed?” Time suggested, and the captain just nodded, his legs sliding out from under him. He held out his arms and to his surprise, Warriors leaned up against him.

Twilight quickly joined them, wrapping his arms around both Warriors and Time, pressing his chest to the captain’s back. Everyone else quickly followed in as well, surrounding Wars in the middle of a hug pile.

“You deserve a nice long nap,” Wind told him from where he’d somehow squeezed himself right up next to Warriors. “You’ve done a lot for us, you can sleep now.”

“Yeah,” Wild nodded from the back of the group. “Stop worrying about all of us and take care of yourself.”

“We love you,” Sky told him from somewhere in the middle.

[shy4turcs]

can you write crouching to your eye level while they cup your chin, wiping your tears, "tell me what i can do for you." "stay." & "I can never get tired of you." with markkk

“Im Here” Mark Estapa

(This is me self projecting 🧍‍♂️I’ve had a shit couple of weeks)

Warning: lose of friendships? Idk Iil Angst but mostly fluff

Life had just not been going good recently, with summer just starting of course you’ve made plans with your girlfriends right? No just two week in both girls had suddenly needed “a break from you” leaving you alone for the first month of summer until tonight when your boyfriend mark was finally coming home from his boys trip.

Mark on the other hand didn’t know about any of this, he was left in the dark with you not wanting to ruin his vacation and feeling guilty as if you weren’t good enough and maybe just like your friends, mark was eventually gonna get tired of you too. Mark took notice to this instantly, he knew you to well to not know if something was up so he grab your favorite candy and flowers before driving down to your house.

Perking your head up to the sound of knocking your tiredly walk over pulling open the door, eyes shooting open at the sight of you boyfriend holding what he had gotten for you with a smile on his face

“Surprising bab-“ mark getting cut off as you jump onto his body almost knocking him over and sighing in relief that he was really there, your eyes slightly getting teary as you finally let go of all the emotions you pent up for the last month.

Mark tighten his arms around you feeling the shift in the mood as he just held you in silence before putting you down to look at you

“I missed you so much Marky” you spoke out in a hushed tone because pulling his face down for a kiss

Mark pulled back and look at you for a minute, “I miss you too lovely, are you okay baby”?

That was the last straw before you broke down leaning against the wall be eventually crumpling down. Mark stood there in shock still clueless to what been going on but then snapping out of it crouching down in front of you, cupping your chin and gently wiping your tears

“Oh baby what happened” he gently spoke

Not ready to talk about you just shook your head no and he took the hit reminding himself to bring up later

“Tell me what i can do for you” he looked at you before pulling you into his arm

“Stay please” you whispered burying your head into his chest, he kissed the top of you head then picked you up and carrying you to bed.

He left you there for a second pulling his shirt off before climbing in next to you pulling you to his chest while he rubbed you back

“If your ready to talk about it I’m ready to listen” he whispered afraid to scare you off again as he looked down at you, you just nodded you head

You spoke about what happened between you and your two friends and how you’ve been alone the passed month and how you were afraid of ruining his trip so you didn’t tell him until now

“I was afraid that just like the girls you were eventually gonna get tired of me that’s why I never said anything I thought it would be easier” you spoke out in between sniffles tears coming to you eyes again

“Oh pretty girl I’m so sorry, I wish you would’ve come to me I hate seeing so upset” he softly spoke pulling you into him even tighter now playing with the ends of your hair

“I can never get tired of you” he whispered as he lifted your face to look at him

“How could I get tired of this beautiful face and your awful dad jokes” he laughed trying to lighten the mood, knowing he succeeded when you smiled and let out a breathy laugh before looking at him funny

“What” you gasped lightly smacking your chest

“I’ll have you know my dad jokes make everyone laugh even you sometimes mister, don’t hate” you laughed out before pecking his lips and laying back down on his chest

He laughed as he gently stroked you hair making you sleepy

“Thank you” you quietly said sleep slowly taking over

Mark just smiled kissing your head and whispering he loves you before falling asleep with you.

Tags: @drysdalesv (I cannot believe your asleep rn 🧍‍♂️)

[fightingwithtruelove]

Chenford 💘

💘 fake relationship / mutual pining / dared to kiss

Lucy doesn't even know how they finally got here, and at the moment, she doesn't even seem to remember what they're fighting about, because his blue eyes are boring into her like she's a riddle he's intent on solving and she wants to lose herself in them. But every pent up frustrated emotion she's felt in the past couple of months, since she realized she was in love with Tim is coming up to the surface. And there is no putting the lid back on the bottle.

Tim lets out an exasperated sigh, like he can't believe the words coming out of her mouth, and launches into another argument, probably some casual explanation for almost dying—who can remember, they've been at this for fifteen minutes and he still doesn't seem to understand why she's upset that he almost died, despite her best efforts to explain it.

"Why do you even care?" He asks, and Lucy sees white behind her eyes. Because if there something she won't allow, is Tim treating his life like it doesn't matter.

"Why? Why do I—?" She stutters because it's so unfathomable to her that he wouldn't know. "Why?"

How can he not know??

She grabs a fistful of his shirt collar, ignoring the surprised yelp he lets out and finally, finally covers his lips with hers. Her mind panics immediately, berating her for what she's done, but then Lucy realizes her feelings might not have been as unreciprocated.

Because after the initial hesitation, his hands settle on her hips and pull her closer, and he's kissing her back

How will she ever kiss someone else, knowing that kissing Tim Bradford feels like sunshine warming her skin, smells like homemade brownies and looks like a fresh horizon after a rainy night.

It's everything, Lucy thinks hopefully as they pull apart, and yet feels like it's only the beginning.

[waywardxrhea]

Part of Your World - George Weasley

Chapter 21

pairing: George Weasley x fem!Muggle!reader

installment list / previous chapter / next chapter

word count: 2,788

content: good ol' family fun, fluff, some angst when remembering Fred

One summer morning a couple of years later, you and George had the day off, so after dropping Louise off at the Burrow, the two of you plus Fred took a trip to Diagon Alley. For what, you didn’t tell your little boy, but you couldn’t contain your excitement as George tapped the proper brick to admit the three of you into the alley after a quick breakfast at the Leaky Cauldron. You had to keep your emotions in check though for the sake of keeping the true reason for this shopping trip a surprise. 

In order to make Fred think this was a normal shopping trip, the three of you went to various shops, gathering odds and ends for around the house as well as for the shop. The three of you picked up owl treats, potions ingredients, writing quills, parchment, a couple of books you had your eyes on over the last few months, and the new set of work clothes George had gotten tailored last week. Once everything was packed away in your very own bottomless bag that you were still ecstatic George had charmed so you could feel like Mary Poppins, George ruffled Fred’s hair as he said, “Okay kiddo, just one more stop.”

“And then we’re going back to Gran and Gramps’?” Fred asked as he bounced up and down with pent up energy from behaving in all of the previous stores. “Uncle Ron and Harry said everyone is going to be over and I wanted to take a turn on James’ broom!”

You glanced over Fred’s head at George who nodded to you, and a wide smile broke out onto your face in response. So, as George waved his wand and positioned the boy on his shoulders, you asked, “How about we go get you your own broom so you don’t have to share with James anymore?”

“Really?!” Fred shouted excitedly, his eyes wide as he realised that the three of you were walking right toward Broomstix. 

“Really!” George told him with a chuckle as he ducked down to enter the shop where the three of you were greeted warmly by the staff running the shop. “All right, Kit? We’re here to get this one his first broom!” George said to the sales associate as he lowered Fred back to the ground. 

“Another day living the dream! The kids have been having a grand time with the latest products from the shop, by the way!” Kit said to George as he shook his hand. “First broom eh?” the man asked as he rounded the counter and turned his attention to Fred. 

“Yeah! I know how to fly, but I haven’t had my own broom yet!” Fred told the man. He leaned in close and checked over his shoulder before saying to the man in a stage whisper, “Dad’s broom is a bit old…”

“I heard that!” George teased from his place by the window looking at a vintage Silver Arrow, pulling an extendable ear back toward his pocket. “Won’t be getting a Silver Arrow then if you’re worried about the broom being old,” he said as he approached once more. 

“Silver Arrows are the fastest of the vintage brooms, though!” Fred protested. 

“Well, what are you wanting your broom for, lad? Racing or Quidditch?” Kit asked, taking out his wand and flicking it so that a measuring tape began floating in the air to take Fred’s measurements as the man gestured how he wanted the boy to stand. 

Fred pondered for a moment before replying, “Quidditch! I wanna be able to play with my cousins!” He held out his arm for the tape to measure as he asked excitedly, “Did you know that my Aunt Ginny was the captain of the Holyhead Harpies?”

“I did know that!” Kit told him. “Do you wanna be a professional Quidditch player like her?”

Fred nodded enthusiastically in response, and it made you smile from ear to ear to see the joy he was exuding as his eyes darted around the store at the variety of broomsticks hanging on the displays. “How about you tell him what the Quidditch World Cup was like when Aunt Ginny and Uncle Harry took you?” you asked him which prompted him to fly into telling the shop keep his many stories about when he went to the Quidditch Cup with the Potters just the other weekend. 

While Fred animatedly told his stories and Kit walked him around to try out brooms, George came up beside you and wrapped an arm around your waist, his hand landing on your hip. “What’s on your mind?” you asked as you leaned into his embrace. 

“Just remembering when I got my first broom,” he replied, a small smile on his lips in response to the memory. “Mum and Dad had saved up for months to get Fred and I our own brooms so we could try out for the Gryffindor Quidditch team. They were second-hand and about a million years old, but we figured out how to take care of them and get them into top shape before tryouts.” 

“And from stories I’ve heard, you two were quite the team out there,” you told him quietly, your heart heavy for George having to relive the memories of his twin brother. 

“That we were,” George said with a sadness in his tone that he tended to get when talking about Fred, even after all these years. “The brooms I have out in the shed are actually those same ones. We played on them the whole time we were at Hogwarts, and we flew on them to leave when we set off those fireworks before our grand departure from the place. I just don’t have it in me to get rid of them.”

“You don’t have to, love,” you told him, wrapping your arm around his midsection to give him a hug in turn. 

Before you could offer any more words of comfort to George though, Fred was shouting for the both of you to come over and look at the broom Kit had in his hand, ready for Fred to try out. “You think this is the one, Freddie?” George asked as he approached and examined the broom in Kit’s hands. “A Firebolt Supreme huh?”

Fred nodded excitedly, telling him, “It’s the broom that the Bulgarians used in the Quidditch World Cup! Aunt Ginny told me that they’re the best brooms for playing Quidditch because they’re fast and can make turns super easy! She thinks I’ll be a Chaser like she was!”

“You think you’ll be able to keep this in top shape so you can still use it when you get to play Quidditch at Hogwarts?” George asked as he kneeled down beside Fred and examined the broom with him. 

“As long as you teach me how!” Fred said, appealing to his dad’s love of teaching his son any and everything he could about Quidditch. 

“Then let’s see how it flies,” George told him with a boyish grin on his face. 

Kit asked you to step aside toward the outskirts of the shop before he waved his wand and suddenly the size of the room expanded to where there was enough space for Fred to do a few test laps around the store on the broom! While he did, you couldn’t help the smile that made its way onto your face, seeing the joy not only on Fred’s face, but on George’s as he got to be a part of such a big part of his son’s life. The two of you were privileged to be able to provide for your family in the way that you did, and it was moments like these that made you happy that you were able to set money aside into savings for purchases that would make memories for years to come. 

After finalising the purchase with Kit and getting the broom wrapped up, the three of you used the Floo Network in the Leaky Cauldron to get back to the Burrow where most of the rest of the family was getting ready for lunch in the garden. “James! James! Guess what I got!” Fred shouted in excitement as he tumbled out of the fireplace in a rush to greet his cousin. 

“He’s in the garden helping Aunt Ginny set the table, dear!” Molly called to him which prompted him to dash out the door and to the garden with his broom in tow. George followed quickly after to ensure that the chaos was controlled, at least a little, so the broom wouldn’t get broken in the boys’ excitement. “I take it he likes the broom?” Molly asked with a quiet laugh as you entered the kitchen area to help with whatever was left of meal prep. 

“He’s ecstatic,” you told her, a wide smile taking over your face. “George is too. I think he’s excited to teach him how to take care of his broom. I mean, his and Fred’s are still in working condition in the shed back home.”

Molly’s actions froze for a moment, and a sad smile made its way onto her face as she said, “Those old Cleansweeps were their pride and joy. Before the shop that is. I’m surprised they still work, they have to be at least fifty years past the manufacturer date by now!”

“Well, when you take care of the things you love they tend to last,” Arthur said as he approached Molly from behind and wrapped her in a hug before kissing her cheek. 

“You two are too cute,” you told them before taking a dish out to the garden where the table was being set up for the meal. 

It was difficult to keep Fred and James in their seats for the duration of the meal because of their excitement at Harry and George’s promise of a small Quidditch match afterwards. The two boys scarfed down their food quicker than you could even finish half, but since they were done, they were permitted to at least fly around on their brooms to warm up before the match. 

Once the rest of the family present was done eating their meal, brooms and Quidditch supplies were retrieved and small goalposts were summoned so it would be as real as possible for the kids. Because of the number of people who were willing and able to participate, the teams were small, with one player in each position. On one team was James as Beater, Ginny as Chaser, Harry as Seeker, and Ron as Keeper. The opposing lineup was George as Beater, Fred as Chaser, Charlie as Seeker, and…

“What d’you think about playing Keeper for us?” George asked as he motioned you forward toward the team huddle. 

“Me?” you asked incredulously. 

“Yeah! We’ll make Ron stay off the broom and lower the goalposts so they can be blocked standing or jumping,” George told you. “‘Think it’d be a right bit of fun!”

You eyed Ginny, the former professional Quidditch player, for a moment, before laughing and throwing your hands up in defeat. “Why not?” you asked, earning a ruckus of cheers from both teams and non-player family members alike. 

Quidditch gameplay was something you were familiar enough with from seeing all of the backyard games and listening to George discuss it in depth with the kids time and time again. Actually playing it though was a whole other level of intense! It took Ginny scoring about five goals on you in a row before you finally started to get the hang of things. Luckily, Fred and his new broomstick were fast and nimble enough to almost keep up with Ginny’s prowess on the makeshift pitch. 

After about twenty minutes, a timeout was called and everyone took a break for some water. George kissed your lips quickly before telling you, “You’re not doing half bad out there!”

“Not half bad, huh? Guess I should step up my game,” you teased, poking your tongue out at him. 

There was a tug on your hand before a few orange slices were being put into it as Louise told you, “You’re doing so good, Mummy!”

“Awe, thank you, love! And thank you for the snack!” you told her, picking her up and resting her on your hip with a grunt of effort. “I have the best cheering squad out there because you’re in it!”

“How am I doing?” Fred asked as he came over and you gave him one of your pieces of fruit. 

“Good!” she cheered. When Fred cheered and ran off once more, she dramatically whispered, “Auntie Ginny is doing better.”

“Well, as long as Fred keeps scoring and I find the Snitch, we’ll be celebrating a victory!” Charlie said, clapping you gently on the shoulder and ruffling the little girl’s hair before the teams resumed their places for the game. 

Things were back in swing minutes later, and at one point, it looked like Ginny was going to go for the hoop to your right, but at the last second you watched as her centre of gravity shifted and you jumped straight into the air to catch the Quaffle and rebound it to Fred, who whooped as he scored a goal! 

The game surged on for the better part of an hour, with Ginny continuing to slip more goals past you than you managed to save, but Fred and George worked seamlessly as a team on their brooms to make up for your lacklustre Keeper performance. Your fond thoughts of your husband and son were interrupted , though, when you were almost knocked off your feet as both Harry and Charlie zoomed right past you in close pursuit of the Snitch! The chase was short-lived, and ended up with Charlie’s hand raised in victory! When the cheering was finished, everyone looked over to Arthur, who was the official score-keeper for the game. He cleared his throat and announced loudly, “And the winner of the match… With a score of 230 to 200… Captain Charlie Weasley, your team has won!” 

While Fred, George, and Charlie celebrated the team’s narrow victory, Ginny came up to you and smiled before asking, “How did you know how to block me out there? One of my strategies on the Harpies was to confuse professional players on which post I was going for!”

“Oh, it’s something George told me about how you play! He says there’s a subtle shift in your centre of gravity before you switch to your true target,” you told her, a small smirk tugging at your lips. “Not that it helped all too much, we only won because Charlie caught the snitch before Harry!”

“Well blimey, I’m glad he never sold me out to the Quidditch tabloids!” she said with a laugh. 

A few more hours of family time passed before the four of you were heading back to your house via the Floo Network. After making sure Louise got ready for bed and tucked in, both you and George headed into Fred’s room to tell him goodnight. When you did, the both of you were engulfed in a hug and were flooded with a series of thank you-s from the boy. “I had so much fun with my broom today! I can’t wait to learn how to take care of it!”

“You’re welcome, sweet boy,” you told him, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead which made him cringe but he accepted your embrace anyway. 

“I can’t wait to teach you,” George told him. “Now get some rest, you had an exciting day, kiddo.”

“Can I at least read my broom manual until I’m tired?” he asked, pleading eyes boring into your soul. 

You put your hands up in surrender and handed this one over to George. Quidditch stuff was out of your domain, you had both agreed on that. George took the question in stride and chuckled before telling him, “I’ll give you half an hour and then I’ll come back, okay?”

“Deal!” Fred cheered before grabbing the book off of his nightstand and tucking himself in as you and George walked out after you wished him sweet dreams. 

“I’m glad he’s happy,” you told George as you changed into your pyjamas once the two of you got into your bedroom. 

“Me too, and I can’t wait to teach him everything Fred and I knew,” George said, pulling you into a quick kiss before the both of you got under the covers for the evening. Your mind was filled with dreams of Quidditch and of you flying, and it was one of those times you too wished you were magical. 

what a fun little chapteeerrr! i hope you all enjoyed this magical family time chapter! in the next one, it'll be fun Muggle family time and it was SO fun to write (as was this one)!

likes and comments are always appreciated! xo, brooke <3

taglist: @willowlovestheweasleys @v1ckycheesue @superduckmilkshake @5starl1ght @oneandonlybbygrl

[nautiscarader]

Gonna need to steal ideas for my late smutember smut, so: WenDip have the shack to themselves, and the Mystery Shack just got a hot tub installed.

by sheer coincidence, FakeryWay just published this: https://twitter.com/FakeryWay/status/1718711843198312461 and I had to mix things up.

"Woah, that thing's new…", Dipper exclaimed at the sight of what looked like hot springs just a short walk from the Mystery Shack. The rocks partially hid the spring, and the steam added a layer of atmospheric mystery, especially now, after dark, with just a few sources of light illuminating theinstallation.

"Yeah, Stan added that a few months ago", Wendy explained, "It's a 'Wishing Spring'".

"A what?"

"You pay, get inside, and the magic grants your wish.", Wendy explained, waving her hands mockingly. "And if you piss in it, you get a thousand-year curse."

"Ew.", Dipper scrunched his face, "And Ford was okay with that scam?"

"Dude, do you think he'd be able to stop him? Plus it feels genuinely nice… Wanna try?"

Dipper flinched at Wendy's sudden proposition.

"What, now?"

"Why not? We have the Shack to ourselves", she replied, already undoing her shirt.

Dipper swallowed loudly. in the years since they became a couple and crossed the barriers of intimacy, he has learned that Wendy had quite an affinity for skinny-dipping, whether it was the swimming pooo,or random streams in the wild. And it kept sending the same shivers down his spine when she undid her clothes, becoming one with nature.

"Oh, wait, we gotta pay.", she remembered, tossing a few coins into the box.

"Heh, what did you wish for?" Dipper joked, following her move and adding some loose change to the pool. He froze when he noticed his girlfriend was already naked, the steam hiding just a little bit of her body.

Wendy smiled.

"Come'ere and you'll find out."

It wasn't long before the two naked youngsters dived into the soothing, warm water, getting only hotter as their bodies pressed against each other in heated embrace.

"So what's the punishment for having sex in the springs?"

"Dunno, no one did that yet."

Wendy shrieked when Dipper's mouth made it to her neck, sneaking a few kisses while their limbs became more and more entangled, ultimately making their naked bodies joined.

She let out a prolonged moan, as Dipper's cock slid deep inside her, her needy voice finally letting out the urges, emotions and thoughts that have been accumulating for long months while her boyfriend was gone.

And with Dipper being subjected to the same lack of physical pleasures, the water around them splashed more and more with each heavy thrust that made up for months of lost contact.

"Wendy-I'm gonna-", Dipper stuttered, as he felt pressure building in his loins.

"Do you want to know my wish, dude?", Wendy suddenly asked, gathering his attention. "I wish… I wish you came deep inside me."

"But."

"And I wish… I wish you gave me something so you can stay here…"

Dipper swallowed loudly. Even though she was dancing around it, he understood what Wendy had on her mind, even if the heavy topic was brought only a couple of times. But with him graduating soon…

Dipper let out a roar as he granted part of her wish, flooding her with torrent of his pent-up seed, her legs locking behind his back to ensure not a drop of his essence escaped. Her lips drank his cries, and he drank hers, as the young couple shivered in their shared orgasms, their bodies still joined in loving embrace.

For the longest time, neither of them spoke, the two exchanging a myriad thoughts about their future, as they looked in each other's eyes. Andthen, the water around became unsteady again, as the two continued making their wishes true.

=====

"So, wait, I pay you, get in the water and my wish come true?", a confused tourist asked Dipper, reading the banner meant to lure people like him.

"Yup, it's as easy as that."

"And does it work?"

Dipper looked to his side, at Wendy sitting by the counter, selling souvenirs. His eyes gravitated first towards her round belly, pregnant with his twins, and, as she reached her hand to give change to a customer, to the engagement ring on her finger.

"Yeah, it does."

[ellie-e-marcovitz]

2 May 1999

A/N: This will be the last story on here for a little while. This also wraps up the biggest parts of the Darkest Year. This turned mildly angsty, though in a cathartic way. Processing long-buried emotions can be a little messy.

Sunday, 2 May 1999, early

Hogwarts

I clutched Charlie’s hand as he helped me across the grounds of Hogwarts. It felt so bizarre, being back, with the castle in the process of being rebuilt, a wooden scaffolding reaching for the pre-dawn sky.

There was so much of this that I was unsure of, not knowing what to expect a year later. Or what an observation of such an anniversary would look like.

Glancing around, I thought I might’ve spotted some faces in a nearby window.

There were still scorch marks on the walls, burn marks and dead spots on the grass. Several stones peeked out from behind the flowers. Otherwise, the flowerbeds were a riot of spring colour, and a hopeful feeling lingered in the air.

I felt it some, and squeezed back at Charlie’s comforting one as we passed some more scaffolding, seemingly in the process of being assembled.

Finding the seats with our names, I took in the crowd of people around us. I could pick out Devon, Kaari, Harlan, Ginny, Harry, Hermione, Ron, along with most of the Order.  Kingsley himself was up on the simple platform, a richly decorated podium not far from where he stood talking to Professor, and now Headmistress, McGonagall.

I spotted Bill and Fleur not far from us, sitting with George, Angelina, Oliver and Katie Bell. For various reasons, Tonks (she would always be Tonks, irregardless that she’d married), Lupin and Fred weren’t able to make it. I suspected there was something I was missing.

Shrugging it off, I made to tune out the chatter, though I could easily pick up the quiet chatter among the Weasleys, and even Charlie and I chatted a little before the new minister of magic took his spot behind the podium.

The ceremony was solemn and very moving, with plenty of emotions running throughout. Minister Shacklebolt’s deep intonation added to the depths of the emotions, even as the sun rose above the castle. I felt so out of place, unsure of how to feel.

Yes, everyone here had survived it, one way or another. So why did I feel like I was an alien amongst the humans?

Professor McGonagall was talking now, and I blinked, feeling tears burning at the edges of my eyes. I could make out others softly crying, coughing or sniffling.

I lost track of time until the ceremony ended, Charlie helped me into my wheelchair. Waving at the remaining Weasleys, we made our way to the courtyard.

Finding a secluded spot, he helped me onto a nearby bench, and we sat quietly, letting the noise wash over us.

A slight sniff, an itchy feeling in my eye… And I broke. down. Sobbing.

For whatever reason, I was unsure. Was it the fifty-odd people (give or take) who had been taken? Was it my own circumstances, injury or otherwise, that I was mourning? A final expression of the pent-up stress from that Year from Hell?

All of the above?

Whichever it was, I was insanely glad it was Charlie’s shoulder I was leaning on. Somehow, through the toughest of times, he was there in some form or another.

A glance at the moonstone ring and I smiled. At least with him, I felt like I could face whatever future the universe could throw at us. Even a wedding-mad Mrs. Weasley.

A chuckle escaped and Charlie smiled in return. Yes, I felt we could face it together.

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[darling-i-read-it]

Ready to Cry

Matt Murdock x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: stitches, injuries, lots of pent up emotions

Author’s Note: i miss him! I miss him! Why won’t marvel bring him back to me?!

Summary: You’ve thought Matt was dead for months, only to go to where he was staying and demand to see him. You’re reunited.

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

Matt put his head against the outside brick wall of your apartment. He shouldn't even be here. You thought he was dead and it should stay that way. As long as you thought he was dead you were safe. Safe enough. Fisk may still come for you either way but if you didn’t have any information to give, maybe it would be better.

But he could feel the blood seeping through his fingers as he held his stomach. He could go back to the church. Yeah. He would be avoiding putting you in danger and he could get stitched up there by Sister Maggie.

Matt listened to your humming for a moment more. You were cooking something. He could hear the oven on. You only hummed when you were cooking. He nodded to himself and hopped down onto the fire escape. He wouldn’t put you in danger today.

===

Matt had only been at the church for a couple of minutes when Maggie came downstairs to help him. He knew it was her by the footsteps.

“My side,” he muttered quietly. She walked up to him and usually would have made some quip about how he got hurt doing something bad but she was silent. He raised an eyebrow. “Something wrong?”

“There is someone upstairs,” she said gently. “That is insisting she sees you.” He pursed his lips.

“Karen?”

“No.” He sat up straight. There was only one other woman who would come here to see him. He didn’t even think Karen knew but he knew you did. He had told you about his past. You were the only person he trusted with that. Foggy probably didn’t want to come here.

“How does she know I’m alive?”

“I don’t think she does. If you need it, I will tell her to go away.” Matt was silent for a moment. He was bleeding out. He didn’t have time to think about this. Matt could let you go on thinking he was dead to keep you just a little bit safer. Or he could let you come down here and stitch him up and touch you. Just the thought made him feel euphoric.

“I want her to be safe,” he said.

“She may be safer knowing you’re out there,” Maggie said quietly. Matt winced as he adjusted his seating.

“Let her down.”

He heard Maggie leave and she was gone for only about three minutes. When she came back down there was another sound of footsteps following her. You slowed as you entered the odd underground space. You looked around before noticing Matt was there, sitting on the bed.

Your breath caught.

“I’ll leave you two alone. Just a reminder though, this is a church,” Maggie said. You nodded, still too shocked to move. She walked up the stairs and away.

“Thanks,” Matt said. Hearing his voice made you want to cry. He was facing the ground, his hand over his side. He could hear you sniffle. You were crying. “If you’re going to yell, go ahead.”

You rushed up to him and threw your arms around him. He winced but you didn’t hear it. You sat on the bed beside him, holding him as tightly as you could like he was going to slip away like water. You put his cheeks in your hands and you stared at him.

“I hate you,” you sobbed. “Please never ever leave again.” He nodded.

“I’m bleeding out.”

You backed away quickly, noticing the blood on his side.

“Oh!” You stood up and quickly found all the stitching supplies Maggie had out for when he came back like this. You brought them beside you and made him sit back. “Can I take off your shirt?”

He was silent for a moment.

“What do you think?” You scoffed, wiping the tears from your eyes to have clear vision. You lifted his shirt over his head and looked at the gash on his side. It wasn’t as bad as he made it sound. His breath picked up as you touched his bare skin.

He would never get used to your touch. It was kind of electric. Like every brush of your fingers could be a drug. It made him want to cry. He had suppressed all of the emotions of grief and loss and anger that he wanted to cry now. But he held it in.

“Done.”

He sat up.

“You’ve always been good at that.”

“I’ve had to get good. Though forgive me, I’m a bit rusty.” He smiled offhandedly. You put your hand on his. He held it tightly. “Why?” you whispered.

“I had to.”

“I was so angry with you,” you muttered. “That you could die and leave me here. Alone. I imagined seeing you again a hundred times, screaming at you, throwing things at you, giving you a piece of my mind.” You traced your fingers over the bruises on his chest. He was littered with cuts, stitches, yellow and purple skin. “But I knew I could never hurt you, no matter how much you hurt me,” you breathed.

“I never wanted to hurt you. I stayed away so you could make a life for yourself, without me.”

“I could never be without you. You could be six feet under and I would still have you.” You put your hand on his chest where the worst of the injuries was. It looked like he had been stabbed, fairly deep. He winched. “Baby-” He breathed in deeply at the pet name and you couldn’t tell but it was from relief and longing. Longing to have you call him your own again. “Baby how many stab wounds do you have now?” you asked quietly.

“13.”

“Matthew Murdock!” You tilted your head in surprise. “I’m gone for a couple months and you get stabbed 13 times. For fucks sake.”

“You’re in a church.”

“I’m sorry. For freaking sake.” You put your hand on his shoulder. “I’m going to help you any way that I can. But first I’m going to let you drop that guard.” He shook his head.

“If I open the floodgates now they’ll never close.”

“I don’t care.” You kicked off your shoes and took off your jacket. “You got a dresser down here?” He gestured to the pile of clothes on the ground. “Jesus. Sorry.” You grabbed one of his shirts and took off your tight one. You put it on the ground next to his things. You walked back to the bed and nudged his leg. “Lay down.” He did as he was told. You laid down beside him, putting your head above his. You put your arm around his shoulder. He put his head on your chest.

“What we’re you making earlier?” he mumbled.

“Were you stalking me Murdock?”

“No I just..missed you.” How many times had you thought he was dead but he was just outside your window?

“Soup.” You brushed a hand through his hair. “So this is where you used to have those nightmares huh?” you whispered.

“Yeah. I can’t believe you remembered that.”

“Are you ready to cry now?”

“No but keep going, I’ll get there.” You laughed. You kissed the top of his head. He put his arm around your stomach.

“I love you Matthew. I’m not letting you go again.” He was silent. You rubbed his back, careful of any scars or fresh wounds. You thought maybe he didn’t like what you had said since he wasn’t answering. You looked down at him and noticed that his chest was rising and falling quickly.

He was crying. You brought your other arm up to him and held him with both arms. He buried his head in your chest. He sobbed. He just sobbed. He sobbed for the pain, for the grief, for the worry, the stress, the sacrifices.

When he grew quiet you realized he had fallen asleep.

====

You woke up before him. He was still laying on your chest, gripping you like you were going to slip away. Your breathing changes woke him up easily. He was a light sleeper these days. Honestly he was surprised he slept through the night undisturbed.

He sat up, hair a mess. You smiled, brushing it.

“You look cute,” you whispered.

“I got your shirt all wet.”

“It’s your shirt.” He half smiled. He leaned against the wall, grabbing your hand.

“I’ve put you in danger. By letting you come down here. By letting you know I’m alive.”

“Yeah well I was in danger anyway. I can’t let you do this by yourself. I’ll help, even if it means I have to walk under the buildings you jump across.” He laughed dryly.

“You need to be realistic.”

“I am. I’m just not pessimistic.” He scoffed. You sat up and moved, sitting beside him against the wall. You still had his hand in yours. “Let me do this.” He was silent for a moment. IT was stupid. It would leave loose ends.

“I shouldn't.”

You leaned over and kissed him. It had been so long since you had kissed him. It felt like heaven. Like everything was worth it as long as this kiss never ended. Of course though, it did.

“You have to. I’m making you.”

“Karen and Foggy may never forgive either of us.”

“At least we’ll be together.”

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[farfromstrange]

Foreigner's God | m.m

Matt Murdock x avenger!OFC

Chapter twenty-five: For Real This Time

Read part XXIV here ° masterlist

Summary: The Avengers head back to Matt’s apartment to get some much needed rest before continuing with their plan to stop Hydra. Even though Eliza decided not to hold grudges, the familiar environment mixed with her old friends brings her to her breaking point and she lets go of all her pent-up anger and disappointment, causing a series of revelations that no one was quite prepared for. Her and Matt’s relationship also reaches a heated breaking point and that might just be the last time.

Warnings: SMUT, unprotected sex, fingering, sad sex (yes that’s a warning), ANGST, so much angst, mentions of drug use and suicide attempt, language, hurt/comfort, brief panic attack, Matt Murdock (yes that’s a warning), also Eliza comes as her own warning too

Other characters: Team Cap, Foggy

a/n: Does it help when I said I cried too? No? Okay.

The unexpected team headed to Matt’s apartment in the heart of Hell’s Kitchen. He made sure no one was following them on the road to their newest safe house. To Eliza, it was an old one. A place she had grown to love over the past couple of days. She lived with Matt and somehow got used to the domesticity of it all. She wanted it back, the carefree comfort, the emotional conversations in the middle of the night, and the sex. The mind-blowing, intimate sex they shared. She wanted to go back to two hours ago when everything was less terrible, Matt was still by her side and she could bask in the comfort of his presence without having to worry about a thing. 

That was over though, thanks to her inability to love someone the way they deserved to be loved.

To appear less suspicious, they all entered through the rooftop access door. A whole bunk of people appeared as if they had no business even being there. And the truth was, they didn’t. They weren’t supposed to be there, but they were, despite everything, and they would stay that way for as long as they deemed necessary. 

Sam was the first one to bluntly state the obvious. “Well, damn,” he said, “This place is a shithole.”

“For the first time, I agree with you, Wilson,” said Natasha. “You live here?”

Matt scoffed. “Why does everyone keep saying that?” he grumbled. 

“Because it’s true. This place sucks.”

“Why don’t we have a tour of your apartment next, Natasha? If you keep criticizing mine, yours probably looks much better, right?” 

He opened the fridge, retrieving a bottle of wine, and he didn’t waste a second breaking the cap off with his bare hands. 

Natasha circled back in surprise at his bold sarcasm. For someone who knew she didn’t like him very much, he certainly had the balls to push her further. She was almost impressed. 

“I don’t have an apartment,” she said. “I’m a fugitive. I stay where I need to stay, and my place in Budapest kind of blew up thanks to Black Widow assassins suffering from chemical subjugation ‘cause my sister brought the antidote right to my doorstep in Norway and they wanted it back to prevent more Widows to escape the dirty hands of their keeper, Dreykov, a man who is known for kidnapping little girls to turn them into world-class assassins doing all the dirty work for him.”

Matt stopped sipping his beer. His sightless eyes focused on somewhere beside her, his head slightly tilted to the side so he could listen closely to the sound of her voice. 

He regained composure. “Forget I asked,” he said.

“Wait,” Natasha’s answer caught Eliza’s attention, “What exactly happened the past few months?” she asked. 

The Black Widow shrugged. She pushed past Matt who scowled at her rough handling, opening the fridge and grabbing a beer for herself. “German piss,” she commented. “That’s disgusting.”

“You sound like this guy I know.”

“Do I? What’s he like? Drop-dead gorgeous? Badass? Superhero?”

“No, he’s just a dick.”

“Takes one to know one.”

“Okay, what the hell is your problem with me?”

“I don’t have a problem. Do you have a problem?”

“I’m gonna have a problem if you keep talking to me like that.”

“What, can’t take a little fire?”

“That’s not fire, that’s pettiness.”

“And you guys have both,” Eliza cut in. She sounded exhausted, not just physically but mentally. “Though the latter seems to be a lot stronger. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re having a cock fight.”

“Well, I do think mine’s bigger than his,” Natasha said, sipping her beer casually.

Eliza rolled her eyes. “I doubt that,” she said.

Matt chuckled. Natasha shot him a glare.

“Don’t let it go to your head, Matthew. What you’re doing right now takes away about nine inches.”

“What?” he pouted.

That was about all of it and a little more.

“This isn’t about honor, this is about your ego. You, Nat, can’t stand the thought of someone like Daredevil caring for me ‘cause you think he spells trouble. And Matt, you’re being petty because you don’t like it that she’s stronger or smarter than you’ll ever be,” she said. “That makes you two very annoying people who should never have met. Now put your dicks away and act like normal fucking people.”

Natasha stayed quiet this time, staring guiltily down the throat of the bottle. “This beer still tastes disgusting,” she muttered.

Matt sighed, “Yeah, I know.”

“If I liked you, I’d buy you better beer.”

“If you liked me, I’d be flattered.”

“But I don’t.”

“But you don’t.”

Eliza propped her hands on her hips. Foggy noted that she looked almost like Matt when she did that, copying his stance down to even the slightest detail.

“You done?” she asked.

She handed her beer to Matt. “Now I’m done.”

He slapped the glass down on the counter, his smirk sour as he listened to her step out of the kitchen and into the living room, throwing herself down on the leather sofa.

Eliza followed her. “Can you answer my question now? About what happened the last couple of weeks?”

Natasha sighed. She propped her arm up on one of the cushions, playing with the threads that stood from the fabric. “I didn’t kill Dreykov or his daughter back then in Budapest,” she told her. “A couple of weeks ago, my sister Yelena dropped the solution to chemical subjugation in Black Widows on the doorstep of my safe house in Norway…”

“Wait, you have a sister? Why didn’t I know about that?”

“‘Cause she’s not my biological sister and more of a we were in a spy family together for three years sister.”

“Still, that is a huge deal!” she claimed.

“Yeah, not so much when you find out that I just left her behind and never checked back in with her,” Natasha said.

Eliza’s eyes widened. She had never taken her to do something like this, not when both of them knew what it was like to be abandoned.

“You had your reasons, right?”

The redhead-turned-blonde chuckled. “I find it nice you think that, but I don’t think I had. I guess I was just scared.”

“That’s a reason,” Eliza tried to tell herself. “I do shit out of fear all the time.”

“If you say so. Anyway, I returned to Budapest to find out the Red Room was still pretty much existent,” she continued the retelling. “We spent days trying to stop Dreykov and we almost died doing it, but we managed. All of the girls are safe now and no more Dreykov. No more him and no more Black Widows. They can make their own decisions now, like us.”

She nodded. “That’s nice to hear. At least something that went right.”

“Yeah… What happened to you?”

Eliza knew they would circle back to that. “Other than finding out that my whole life has been a lie concocted by the people I thought I could trust, nothing much,” she answered.

“Eliza, we told you, we were just trying to keep you safe,” said Natasha.

Their sense of a normal family reunion went straight out of the window. The hostility kicked back in.

“How can hurting me possibly keep me safe?”

Steve entered the conversation in all of his defensive nature. “If you had known about your identity earlier, Hydra might have been able to find you before we even got the chance to get ahead of them,” he said. “You remember what they did to Bucky, how they searched for him after he ran away. You remember what he told us.”

“Don’t drag Bucky in this,” she said.

“Why not? If he were here, he would tell you the exact same thing.”

“I don’t think so. Barnes the only one who truly understands what Hydra does to people like us, those they experimented on.“

“You can’t know that.”

“I do because we’re both the same person!” Eliza snapped. Her voice jumped an octave, raising the audacity. “We both went through the same hell. He’d be much better at this than you.“

“Bucky is just a super soldier with a metal arm, your powers are stronger and more unique,” Natasha shot back. “You’re extremely powerful and they could end worlds if you learned how to control them. Hydra wants your blood to recreate the powers of the Reality Stone and teach their test subjects to actually end the world. They want to make more of you and once they manage that, they will kill you.”

“You could have at least told me my father was alive and that I’m not an orphan,” she argued. “You made me believe I was alone. You made me drown in that feeling with no one there to catch me. I was so alone. You knew the one thing that could have given me at least a little bit of closure and you didn’t even consider telling me.”

“I did!” Natasha didn’t raise her voice often. She only did it when she was upset. “I considered, but Tony told me not to.”

“Since when do you listen to Tony?”

“Since the truth could have killed you! It almost did several times in the past few days. The only reason you’re still alive is that you have someone who constantly jumps in the line of fire for you.” She pointed at Matt. “He’s the only reason you’re still alive.”

Eliza shook her head. “No, we could have solved this the second you got that file. Nick surely wouldn’t have kept this from me.”

“Nick would have destroyed your file the second he got his hands on it.”

“Maybe that would have been better. Maybe you should have just erased the truth of my existence altogether because knowing I killed my mother doesn’t sit right with me.”

“Eliza, you didn’t kill your mother,” Clint said. He stepped forward carefully. “She died because the stone was slowly poisoning her. If anything, you kept her alive. She felt good up until the point she gave birth to you. You blocked the poison of the stone with your DNA because the stone is protecting you.”

“Yeah, well, maybe it should have killed me along with her.”

“Eliza, stop it!” Matt roared from the kitchen. “Stop talking as if your death would be convenient to everyone else.”

She sneered. “You don’t get a say in this!”

“Why? Because I told you I loved you? Because I was willing to sacrifice my life for you over and over and over again? Because I don’t care who you were, I just care about you?”

“Oh, my God.” Eliza shook her head. “You still don’t get it, do you?”

“No, I don’t.”

“None of you do. No one ever understands.”

“Enlighten me then!”

“I’m not human, Matt! And because I’m not human, I am not the person you met on that godforsaken rooftop. I am not the SHIELD Agent that took down an army of soldiers before Natasha saved me,” she said, diverting her attention to the four Avengers occupying the living room. “I am not the Avenger Tony recruited after he saw my potential during the battle of New York. And I am not the kid you wanted me to be. I’m none of those things. You wanna know what I think? I think part of you didn’t want me to find out because then you would’ve had to erase whatever perfect, golden picture you had of me and replace it with whatever this is.”

Her eyes glowed bright red. Her fingers tingled. The veins traveling up to her eyes erupted in a terrifying glow, so red it slowly faded into shades of maroon. It was the this that had been unspoken for so long, she never recognized that part of her. That was her self-control, she realized. The not-knowing, the inability to use all of her powers, and feeling like a stranger in her own body. The process of learning who she was had been disrupted and only as an adult picked up again. It wasn’t fair. 

“I have one of the most powerful elemental crystals running through my blood and no one knew until a few years ago when my father snitched up on me,” she continued.

The salt on her tongue reminded her of the almost human vulnerability she still carried inside of her, and how prone to tears she was whenever she got angry or upset. She had to hold onto the little things, as hard as it seemed. 

“The powers I have are getting worse ever every day,” she said. “Ever since I first got a taste of what they can do; if I had known before, I could have learned how to control them, but I don’t. I don’t know how. I almost killed someone with my bare hands, without having to touch them, and it’s all your fault! Not mine, not my mother’s, not my father’s, yours! You could have told me but you didn’t and the way I am right now is on you. I’m broken because of you. I took drugs to stop this indescribable ache in my chest, and then I had sex with men who only saw me as a fucktoy, and I let it happen because I wanted to feel something, anything, that didn’t remind me of this pain in my chest. The unknown possessed me, so I kept taking those pills until I was too numb to care, and when that wasn’t enough, I willingly pushed myself over the edge. The overdose was never just an accident,” she turned to Natasha, her friend’s eyes bloodshot and fighting back tears as she slapped a hand in front of her mouth, “I did it on purpose. I took the drugs, hoping I would drown in the bathtub or choke on my own vomit. I wanted my heart to stop. I wanted to die.”

She let out a strangled sob. “Eliza,” she cried quietly. “Why would you do that?”

“Because I felt lonely and useless and a stranger in my own body,” she replied with a distant shrug. 

“You could have just told me…”

She groaned. “I did! I tried to tell you, but you were all so caught up in the person you wanted me to be, you didn’t want to listen. You didn’t want to lose me, so you pretended that nothing was wrong with me until there was, and then you acted like I was this- this fragile little thing that couldn’t take care of herself. Sure, it got me the attention I wanted, but I thought it’d help me find myself and not make everything so much worse.”

“Okay, maybe we should just-” Steve prompted. 

Eliza slammed her hand down on the dining table. “No! We shouldn’t just stop. That’s what you wanted to say, right? Stop and calm down, talk about this like civilized people. Well, guess what,” she said, “I’m done talking. I’m done being your therapist, I’m done trying to fit in and I’m done being seen as the villain whenever I can’t reciprocate feelings that were sprung on me! I’m done being the golden child, the one who has to fix everything, and I’m done living for everyone but myself because I’m fucking tired of it. I’m tired and it’s all your fault. You each dug your own grave and now it’s time to lie in it.”

The milky glass of the sliding door almost broke at how hard she pulled at the handle to close it. Matt flinched at the harsh sound and even the others had a hard time keeping their composure. 

He sighed, setting down his beer bottle, and out of instinct, took fast steps toward the bedroom. He could hear her elevated heartbeat, the struggle for breath - she was trapped in a full-on panic attack and he couldn’t help her. 

“No,” Foggy said. He pressed a hand to his chest, stopping him. “If you go in there, you’re gonna make this so much worse. I’m sorry, but you’re the last person she needs right now.”

“Let me through,” he demanded. 

He shook his head. “Absolutely not. Neither of you,” he took a look around, “Is going in there. She doesn’t need to be reminded of all this.”

“Her heart is beating out of her chest and she’s barely breathing. She needs someone to ground her. I know what to do, she trusts me-“

“Not right now, she doesn’t.”

“Christ, Foggy, just let me through.”

“No, take a step back, take a breather and let me be a friend to her. You guys seem to really suck at it.”

Matt lifted his arm in defense. Foggy took a step back, making sure he wasn’t following. It took every last ounce of self-control for him not to break the door down and take her into his arms. Instead, his friend entered the bedroom, closing the door behind him, and the second he was inside, he knew he was doing a much better job than he ever could. 

“You told her you loved her and then stormed off?” Natasha piped up. He could smell the anger radiating off of her. “Are you serious right now?”

“You don’t get to judge,” Matt said. 

“I do ‘cause she’s my friend!”

“Just shut up. I can’t do this right now.” He grabbed his mask and his gloves from the kitchen counter. “I’ll be outside when you need me.” 

He disappeared through the rooftop access the same way he came in.

Foggy found Eliza on the floor, face pressed into the mattress of Matt’s bed, pathetically trying to muffle her gut-wrenching sobs. Her hands clawed at the comforter. It smelled like Matt and traces of her, and it made her cry even more. Everything was gone now. Her life lay in shambles. 

She choked on her sobs, constricting her lungs from regaining full function. She hiccuped. Too much pain in her chest applied pressure to her heart. She felt like she was having a heart attack, but she knew better. Her mind sent warning signals, causing her whole body to lock up. Fight or flight, it was as easy as that. 

Stroking her back gently, Foggy fell to his knees next to her. She flinched, her skin on fire from the lack of oxygen. “Liz, I know you’re not okay,” he said. “Can you try to breathe for me?”

She shook her head. He pulled her up by the shoulders, one of his arms wrapped tightly around her front while the other pressed down on her heart. He felt it thudding underneath his palm. 

“Feel that? I’m here.”

She sobbed. 

“I’m here. Focus on that.” Foggy tapped a steady rhythm against her skin. The other hand rubbed her shoulder, applying just a little more pressure to get her out of her head. 

She sucked in a sharp breath, still crying violently, but breathing got a little easier with the cold palm of his hand pressing into her heated skin. The temperature change knocked her senses back into high gear, and she could feel reality seep back into her bones.

“You’re not alone,” he whispered into her ear. “Not anymore. You have friends, you have Matt, you have me. I know it might not seem like it, but they love you. I know it hurts, but you heard them. You know they had to make a choice. I think they regret not telling you, but as far as I’m concerned, there was no other way. They care about you. The things they did, they did it out of love for you. Deep down, I think you know they made the right call. That doesn’t mean it’s okay how they handled it.

“You have every right to feel all of your emotions right now, as long as you get back up again and go back to being your badass self. ‘Cause I know you can survive this. You’re one of the strongest people I know, Eliza,” he told her. “If anyone can survive this, it’s you.”

His gentle, yet truthful words slowly coaxed her back into reality. Her breathing calmed, and her cries died down. She slacked in his arms, enjoying the hug he gave her. He offered her a small bubble to escape into, and she took it gladly. His arms protected her from the harsh world, even if only for a little while. 

Eliza exhaled. “Thank you,” she said. 

“Of course. That’s what friends do for each other,” said Foggy.

“I’m not used to having normal friends.”

“Well, then it’s about damn time you learned.”

“Thank you,” she nodded. “I mean it.”

He rubbed her shoulder again before releasing her. She slumped against the bed. He sat down next to her. Eliza placed her head on his shoulder, too tired, and worked up to keep her neck straight. She felt like a newborn baby with absolutely no control over her body. 

“I’m just so angry all the time,” she said quietly into the comfortable silence. “I don’t want to be mad at them, but it feels like my whole life was a lie. Eliza Bennett has always been just an alias, but knowing I could have learned about my real identity much sooner makes me feel like… like I’m a stranger? I don’t know, it doesn’t make sense. I’m angry, even when I don’t want to be, and that makes me sad. So sad, I only feel for myself, and since my emotions are something I cannot control, I have to suffer through it, even when the pain gets worse.”

“We all get angry. Life makes us angry. And someone with your level of trauma is granted that anger for as long as she wants to,” Foggy said. “Until you’re ready to work through it, which you should. You should work through it.”

“I know, I’m trying, but it’s just a lot right now.”

“You can start when this is over. Right now, be as angry as you want. We can handle it.”

“I don’t want to be angry. I want to forgive them. I want my life back.”

“You’re gonna get it back,” he reassured her. “Maybe not now or tomorrow, but soon.”

“Thank you.”

“Sure thing, Liz. Hey, have I ever told you about how my mom wanted me to become a butcher?”

She chuckled weakly. “You did mention it.”

“Yeah, but I never told you the whole story.”

“That you did not.”

“Well, I come from a family of butchers. My mom and dad own a shop here in Hell’s Kitchen, not the one you destroyed, of course. We have the freshest meat in the city. And my brother, he joined the business while I wanted to go to law school. My parents planned for me to take over the shop when they retire, but I had other plans. They pleaded for me to come back home, but I told them ‘no, I want to help people. And I want to make a shit ton of money’. And I almost had it with the internship at Landman and Zack. Of course, Matt had to wreak havoc on my plans to become rich and famous. I love him, but he’s an idiot. Starting our practice was the best and stupidest idea he’s ever had. Or what do you think?”

She didn’t answer. He peeked down to find her eyes closed. She was dead asleep. 

Foggy sighed. “Wow. Didn’t think the story would be this boring.”

He picked her up, lying her down on the bed. He shuffled the comforter aside and wrapped the blanket around her sleeping frame. She yawned, turned around, and hugged Matt’s pillow to her chest. 

“Sweet dreams.” He turned the lights off, shutting the curtains, then exited the bedroom as stealthy as he could. 

The Avengers all jumped from their seats. 

“How is she?” Natasha asked first. 

He placed a finger on his lips. “Shh. She’s finally down. If you wake her, I’m gonna kill you. I know I don’t look like I can, but I will.”

“Oh, thank God. I didn’t mean for this to escalate.”

“Yeah, well, it did. You have to deal with the consequences now.”

“Thank you,” Clint said. “We appreciate your help.”

“Since I’m the only one with common sense, I don’t have a choice.” Foggy took a look around. “Where’s Matt?”

“He said he’s outside if we need him,” Sam told him. “Grabbed his helmet and gloves, so maybe he’s out being Daredevil or whatever. Getting rid of his anger issues.”

“Yeah, he can’t get rid of that. Excuse me, I’m gonna check the roof. Feel free to eat or drink anything you need to, as long as you don’t wake the dragon.”

He jogged up the stairs, through the door. For a second, he considered staying to check on Eliza like a baby monitor, but he figured she would come if she needed him or anyone else. She was exhausted, she would certainly stay asleep for a couple of hours. 

The night air slapped him across the face. Shuffling his sleeves back down over his arms, he crossed them. As expected, Matt stood on the ledge, still in his Daredevil suit minus the mask and the gloves, which lay beside him on the bricks. He turned his head slightly, recognizing his footsteps, heartbeat, and breathing. 

“What do you want?” he asked. 

Foggy scoffed, “You’re an idiot.”

“Beg your pardon?” 

“Eliza. You’re an idiot.”

“How am I the idiot? She’s the one who pushed me away.”

“Yeah, because you sprung the truth on her like it meant absolutely nothing,” he said. “You don’t just randomly blurt out I love you and then hope the other person says it back.”

“How do you think I should have handled it, Foggy? If you’re so much smarter than me.”

“I would have waited until this whole shitshow was over. Eliza has other things to worry about than your feelings for her. If you had waited, maybe she would have said it back.”

“She told me she can’t. I don’t think if I had waited a couple more weeks her answer would have been different. At least I know now that she doesn’t feel that way,” he said. 

“Oh, my God,” Foggy threw his hands up, “Of course she does! She loves you, she just can’t sort out the feeling. She struggles with emotions, which is ironic, really, but she does. She struggles because she’s never experienced this before. She’s never been so emotionally involved with a person as she is with you and that scares her. Just give her time, Matt. That’s all she needs.”

He scoffed, “When have you become the Eliza-whisperer?”

“Since I’m the only friend she can count on right now. I’m the only unbiased one and that’s what she needs. A shoulder to cry on. She feels betrayed and alone and while I know this isn’t your fault, you’re playing a huge part in the guilt she’s feeling, and that makes her angry, so she says things she doesn’t mean. Just try to see this from her perspective, please. Just once.”

“I can’t see shit,” he retorted. 

“You know I meant that in a metaphorical sense.”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Can you come back inside now or do you want to keep sulking on the roof?”

“I like sulking on the roof.”

“You just like sulking, period. It’s not a good look on you.”

Foggy turned on his heels, making his way back to the door. 

“Foggy,” Matt called out, “Why do you always have to try and fix everything?”

He shrugged. “Because usually, I can.”

That made Matt chuckle, another small victory for him. He could be surrounded by a million soldiers - when it came to being a normal person who took care of his friends, he would always be better than them. 

Matt returned to his apartment only a couple of minutes later. “You’re back,” Natasha stated. 

“Congratulations,” he retorted, “You have functioning eyes.”

“That’s not something you can relate to, can you?”

“There’s something seriously wrong with you.”

Every time he opened his mouth, she liked him a little less. 

Steve, the good soul he was, tried not to let the bad mood drag him down. “Hey man,” he walked up to matt as he spoke, “I just want to say I appreciate you doing this for us. Open your doors, let us stay here. It means a lot. And even though they can’t show it,” he said, motioning to the rest of his team, “They’re grateful too.”

Matt scoffed, which sounded more like a broken chuckle. “Natasha doesn’t seem to think that way,” he said. 

“Natasha is a complicated character. She loves Eliza. She’s like a sister to her. When she cares so deeply for someone, she gets suspicious. And she’s been getting into a lot of trouble with you by her side. Natasha doesn’t see the difference between Eliza being Eliza and getting in trouble, and you fighting with Eliza while she’s getting in trouble. The past couple of weeks have been hard, so you gotta cut her some slack.”

“I’m not the one insulting her, Steve.”

“I know, just… give her some time.”

“They’re very much alike,” he realized. “Aren’t they?”

“More than you think,” Steve agreed. 

“Alright, I guess I can stand down. You’re welcome, for letting you stay, by the way. And thank you for coming here and, you know, helping her. She needed some hope.”

He patted his shoulder. “Family doesn’t let each other down.”

“Yeah, I can tell.”

Clint rummaged through the fridge, ignoring all the deep talks and instead checking for sustenance in Matt’s kitchen. He was majorly disappointed. “Don’t you have anything to eat around here?” he asked. “I’m starving.”

Sam poked the Braille printer he had seated on his desk in the corner. His fingers brushed over the documents next to it, the legal files imprinted with the Braille that came out of the printer. “How does this work, exactly?” he questioned. 

Matt wasn’t sure what question to answer first. The Avengers were the nosiest bunch of people he had ever met. 

“Is this your bathroom?” Natasha toyed with the handle of what was, in fact, his bathroom. She opened it without waiting for his permission, taking in the small space, the shower, and the bathtub. “Hm, looks better than the outside.”

“Guys,” Steve warned. 

“It’s okay,” Matt assured him. “They’re just curious.” He hated that they were infiltrating his personal space, but there wasn’t much he could do about it. Eliza trusted them, so he did too. 

“I have a Braille typewriter, but I also have a program on my laptop that makes it possible for me to print all of my files,” he told Sam. 

The Falcon nodded. “Cool. Can I print something?”

“Please don’t.”

“Okay.” He removed his finger. “How long did it take you to learn how to read?”

“I haven’t been blind since birth. I was nine when it happened,” he said. “I went to a school for blind people, took me a while but it’s not as hard as it seems. I read a lot as a kid, which helped improve my skills. There was not much more to do at the orphanage.”

“You’re a very interesting person. An interesting person with obvious trauma. I like you.”

“Thanks. About the food,” Matt continued and turned to Clint, “I don’t keep much around since I don’t spend much time at home, let alone cooking. There is a Thai place around the corner though, you can get takeout from there.”

“Or we could just order pizza,” he suggested. 

“And call Hydra straight to our doorstep?” Captain America interjected. 

“Yeah,” Clint decided, “That’s not gonna work.”

“If you’re starving, I’m sure Foggy can get us some food,” Matt said. 

Foggy sighed, “I suppose I can.”

“Natasha,” Matt called out to her. “Yes, that is the bathroom. Yes, you can use it. And no, I do not know what it looks like.”

She raised her arms. “Alright, I was just checking.”

“Oh!” Clint’s happy cheer got him the attention he needed. “I found bread,” he smirked triumphantly. 

“Yeah, that’s moldy.”

“How did you-”

Matt shrugged. “I can smell it.”

“Great, now we don’t even have bread. I think Matt’s right. The team needs fuel, Foggy can get it for us.”

“Why me?” Foggy asked. 

“‘Cause you’re the only one of us Hydra or the law doesn’t want,” he said. “No offense.”

“None taken. Okay, make me a list, I’ll see what I can do.”

“Spring rolls and fried rice,” Natasha stated. “That’s what Eliza likes.”

Matt said it at the same time she did, “That’s what Eliza likes.”

They exchanged a look. The fire in her stomach burned even brighter. Perhaps it was stupid, thinking she had some territorial claim over her, but Eliza was like a sister to her and Matt was going to hurt her, she just knew it.

“Okay, wow,” Foggy sighed, exasperated. 

Clint stood beside him, voicing what he thought. “They’re gonna kill each other before Hydra can,” he said. 

“You said it, not me.”

“Oh, and for the food, I want whatever has the most spice.” He bumped his shoulder. “Thanks, bud.”

“Sure, unload everything on me. I’m your personal delivery guy. It’s not like I have a job or anything.”

“What’d you say?” Sam asked. 

He waved him off. “Oh, nothing. I’d be glad to take your orders.”

“Great, so as a starter I want…”

This group of unlikely allies was going to be the death of him, literally. 

She had blood on her hands. 

Her ledger was dripping; wiping out this much red was a near impossibility. The nightmares were the worst part. Not her constant doubts, they didn’t matter. The person she saw in the mirror was nothing compared to what she saw when she closed her eyes. 

Perhaps she’d had it coming. Blood was resistant. Even with bleach, she couldn’t clean it off her hands. She scrubbed them every night until her knuckles started bleeding. Her skin was dry, tearing apart. The blood was still there—the Devil in disguise. 

Eliza stared at her bloody hands. The blood was dark red, fresh, dripping from her fingers. She found herself in a dark room with white tiles, the neon lights above her head merely flickering. 

Blood painted the walls. She stood in it. 

Her hands shook. She followed the trail, she had to. The lifeless frame of the body had its back turned to her. She could only make out the red suit, and a head full of brown hair. The blood didn’t stop. A whole river pooled at her feet. 

“No,” she whispered. 

She rolled the unconscious man over. His brown eyes were empty, glossy, and staring straight at her. Blood came out of his eyes and nose, his chest ripped apart and the dagger embedded deep in his chest. 

She choked. “Oh, God!” 

Matt lay there, eyes dead, body swimming in his blood. Her weapons littered his torso. Her hands were full of blood. Eliza didn’t have to be conscious to put one and two together. 

“No, Matt,” she choked out. “Hey, wake up. You’re okay.” She shook him. He didn’t wake up. “Please, wake up!” She cradled his head in her lap. “I can’t do this without you.”

What exactly was it? Her bloodied hands grabbed at his torso desperately.

“I didn’t do this,” she denied, but she knew better. Her daggers, his body, the blood on her hands – she wasn’t a genius, but she didn’t have to be. 

“I didn’t do this!” she said, loud and clear. Her voice jumped off the walls. “I would never hurt you. I couldn’t. You can’t be dead. You can’t, please. Don’t die, you hear me? Don’t!”

His already opened eyes shot wide awake. He grabbed her by the throat. It seemed like he could see her eyes. He stared at her, blankly ahead, and his white lips parted. 

She couldn’t breathe.

“Why would you do this to me?” he asked. “Why would you kill me?”

“I didn’t,” she said. “You said you loved me, remember? You know I would never do something like this. I would never hurt you. Never.”

“I could never love a killer. You kill everything around you and refuse to take responsibility. It’s your hand on the knife, Eliza. I could never love a person like you. You deserve nothing. You don’t deserve to be loved, and you don’t deserve to live. I wish they finally killed you.”

His eyes fell shut. 

“No!”

She shot up in bed. Sweat coated her forehead and every last inch of skin. The clothes she wore stuck clad to her body. The silk sheets were stained wet. She threw the blanket off her body, suddenly too hot to be wrapped up in it. Eliza hugged her knees to her chest, head hung between them, catching her breath. She swayed back and forth. It was just a dream, she kept telling herself. It wasn’t real. 

“You okay?”

She gasped loudly, scooting back against the headboard. When she saw the familiar face staring back at her from the closet, she lowered her defensive arms. “Jesus!” she cursed. “You can’t just sneak up on me like that.”

“Okay one, I live here, and two, I was just getting dressed,” Matt said cooly, pointing at the clothes in his hand. “You said my name. What were you dreaming about?”

“Don’t act as if you care.”

“I do.” He sat down on the edge of the bed. “Nightmare again?”

She eyed him, trying to ignore the burning desire in her chest to check if he was alive, but the second his fingers brushed her bare thigh, she was done for. 

Eliza grabbed his face forcefully, pressing her lips to his. He kissed her back almost instantly. She swung her leg over his lap and he pulled her closer with a bruising grip around her waist. They were both desperate. Their lips moved together in a fiery dance for dominance, sloppy in the way they moved against each other. Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling and tearing at the strands, not sure whether to pull him closer or push him away. He struggled with the same issue. He wanted to keep her like this, in his lap, but being close to her hurt. She turned the tables and now the connection was hurting him more than her. He hated that he felt that way, and how good that pain felt because he wanted to be angry at her, but he couldn’t. He wanted to stay away from her for his own sake, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t spend a second without her. It hurt even more than being close to her. 

They forgot the world in each other’s arms. His hands slipped under her shirt, pulling it over her head. She sighed into his mouth. Her hips ground down on his, eliciting a delicious groan from him. He wasn’t wearing a shirt due to his plans to get dressed, but he had his pants still on. Pyjama pants. He must have slept on the couch. At least one promise he kept. The “We are done!” from before was completely forgotten the second she kissed him. 

He opened the clasp of her bra with two skilled fingers. It fell to the floor. They didn’t share any words, only hot and heavy breaths and sounds that got swallowed by lips and skin. He tightened his hold on her, flipping them around so she was on her back and he could tower over her.

His hand landed over her mouth when a lewd moan built up in the back of her throat. He muffled the sound, though to his ears it was still incredibly loud, and the sound of her ruined voice shot straight to his groin. 

He smashed his lips against hers again. He forced his tongue into her mouth, exploring the land as if he had never been there before. One hand slipped beyond the waistband of her pants, right into her panties. He cupped her desperate cunt, using two fingers to expertly part her folds. She threw her head back on the pillows, yet his lips didn’t stop assaulting hers. He kept them both quiet with the magic of his very skilled tongue. 

“This doesn’t mean anything,” he panted. 

She nodded feverishly. “Of course not.”

He dipped one finger in first, testing the waters. She was desperate and wet, just how he liked it. He didn’t waste any time sliding in another. The palm of his hand rubbed against her clit with every thrust of his digits, and her pussy squelched each time her walls clenched around him. She moaned into his mouth, hooking one arm around his neck as if that would get him any closer. 

Just when her muscles started contracting harder around him, he pulled out. She didn’t have time to protest before he pulled down her pants completely, lowering his just enough to pull out his cock. He used her wetness on his hand to give himself a few good pumps, enough to get his cock completely hard.

“Don’t make a single fucking sound.” With that warning, he lined himself up with her entrance and buried his cock deep inside of her with a forceful thrust. He clammed his hand over her mouth to muffle the scream.

He wasn’t a complete heathen though. He gave her time to adjust to his size, which took only a few seconds this time before her nails dug into his back and he pulled out and bottomed out again only moments later. He continued with the same brutal pace that almost had the bed shaking. This wasn’t about her, she realized. He was desperately chasing his orgasm. He hooked one of her legs around his waist to get deeper. 

Eliza pushed his hand away from her mouth, replacing it with his lips. “I dreamt you died,” she breathed into the kiss. “I dreamt you died and it was my fault.”

His cock hit her g-spot. “What?” he choked out. She was so tight, clenching around him like a vice.

“I couldn’t- fuck!” her teeth sunk into her bottom lip when he reached for her clit, rubbing it with the same intensity and speed as his cock kept penetrating her walls. “I couldn’t save you,” she cried out. “I couldn’t save you and it was my fault.”

Tears shot into his eyes. “Stop talking, please.”

“Please, Matty. Don’t leave me again.”

“I can’t do this,” he breathed back. “Not when you don’t feel the same way. It hurts. It hurts to love you.” He bit down on her shoulder to hide the guttural moan of pain and pleasure that spilled from his lips. 

“I’m sorry,” she whimpered. 

“I know, baby. I know.” 

He grabbed onto the headboard, his thrusts faltering. She gasped quietly, his fingers rubbing harder, knowing she was close to coming undone around him. He wouldn’t be able to last much longer and he didn’t want to be the first. No matter how upset he was, he would never come first. 

“I wish I could-”

He shushed her, kissing her lovingly. He lingered just a little bit longer, just a little bit more. “You don’t have to say anything,” he said. “All you need to do right now is cum so I can fill you up.”

“Oh, God!”

Her legs locked around his waist, walls clenching as she came all over his cock. He felt every last drop of her wetness coating him, her muscles contract, and her skin burn under his mere touch. He grunted into the crook of her neck, almost breaking the headboard with his grip.

“Fuck!”

He came right after her, spurting his cum into her cunt. Every time he finished inside of her, he marked her. He marked her to be his, to show he owned her inside and out. Though this time felt different. This time, filling her up with his seed made him sad in a way he had never been before. 

Eliza bit her lip. She knew he was crying. His tears pearled off her skin. The hold he had on her was inhuman. He didn’t want her to leave. He held onto her as if she was his world, which apparently, she was, and it made her chest contract with pure agony. She reached for his head, wanting to hold him and make him stop crying, but the second she touched him, he pulled out and fell on the mattress next to her. 

She clenched her thighs together as if that would change anything, as if that would get him back to stay inside of her and the clock to turn back to zero just so they could start again. She wanted the world to end and build itself up again for them to get a second chance.

But second chances don’t come to everyone. They come to hardly anyone. Hoping for a second chance only hurts you more than accepting that there might never be a second chance in this one life you have.

Eliza learned a good few life lessons over the time she knew Matt, some of those pleasant, the others the most painful things she ever had to experience.

“Matt,” she called for him softly. 

He wiped his cheeks. “Don’t apologize, not again. I can’t hear it anymore.”

“But I am sorry.” She reached out for him, stroking his bicep. He flinched under her touch. This was the first time he did. She squeezed her eyes shut, letting him go, and he slipped away into the void. “I wish I could tell you anything different,” she whispered, “but I can’t. I know sorry doesn’t even cut it close, but I hope you can find it in yourself to forgive me.”

“This is not something you need to ask forgiveness for, Eliza.” He pulled the covers up and over their naked bodies. He didn’t call her sweetheart, not anymore. “You don’t have to explain yourself to me. I get it. You don’t feel the same way and that’s okay. I have to accept that. And I’m sorry for walking away like that, I… I was angry, not at you, but also at you, I just… I don’t know. I’m sorry for making you feel smaller than you are.”

“But you still want us to be over,” Eliza said. The words he was too afraid to say. “We’re not gonna try, we’re just over. That’s what you want?”

Matt nodded, once again wiping his cheeks to get rid of the annoying tears escaping his eyes. “Yeah, I think it’s the best choice.” One of the tears ran down his chest. “For the both of us, I think it’s better if we stop. So neither of us get hurt any more than we already are. I think that would be wise.”

She shivered. Her own tears weren’t so far away. “You’re right,” she admitted quietly. “That’s a wise choice to make.”

“Yeah.”

“So this is it?”

“I…”

“We’re over?”

“Yeah, I guess we are.”

“Okay.” She stared up at the ceiling the same way he did, trying to fight the tears of heartbreak. “Okay.”

He picked up on the slide of the door too late. “Do you guys want eggs or ba-aaaah, oh my God!” Foggy immediately turned around once he saw the tangled bodies on the bed. “Nope, nuh-uh. I didn’t see anything. I’m leaving. Okay. Never walking into your bedroom ever again. Got it!”

Matt scrambled to get his clothes back on, as did Eliza. The conversation between them died down, and it probably would never come back to life. Standing across from each other, she looked at him and he listened to her. This hurt. He didn’t want it to hurt. Neither did she, but they knew this was inevitable. They had to stop or it would only hurt more in the end. 

He reached out for her hand but stopped himself mid-way. Her breath shuddered. Still, before he turned to leave, he leaned forward to press an almost too gentle kiss to her heated forehead.

“I’m sorry,” he breathed.

She nodded. “Me too.”

He slid the door open enough for him to fit through. No one else had to see her like this. He wished he could just bury himself in sand and die, but he knew there was no time for that. She knew that, too. They had to put on a show, live through this hurt with the reminder of what happened more than present each fleeting second, and they would have to do so until Hydra was gone and their lives could return back to normal.

The sound of the wood falling back in place broke the dam. The tears flowed freely down her cheeks and her body. Eliza didn’t sob, she just quietly cried into her hands. 

Well done, Eliza. Breaking everything you touch since the day you were born. 

When she looked up next, her eyes were empty. She stared at the wall, wiping her tears, and then she stared some more because, for the first time since she escaped Hydra, she shut her emotions off completely. She knew as soon as she did that, there was no going back. She would feel nothing until she would feel everything, but when that time came, she would already be dead. 

Now that she had nothing left to live for, she could focus on dismembering Hydra and not care about what happened to her. The promise she made was worthless without Matt by her side. If it meant she had to die, as Robert Pfeiffer said, she would do so in a heartbeat. 

Because that’s what heroes do. 

[merakiui]

Half-Off Love

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It’s strange. There’s no other adjective to describe the situation you’ve found yourself in. 

The ring slides itself onto your steady finger and it’s a miracle your discomfort doesn’t show. Your eyes struggle to meet his, but when they do you’re searching for a reason—for a meaning behind such a generous gift. You’ve witnessed this scene plenty of times before, having scoffed at the couples who decide to take their relationship to the next level. Whether it be in Mondstadt or Liyue, you’ve watched your fair share of angelic proposals. Although this is far from a proposal—at least, you hope it’s not a proposal. You’d feel powerless to decline if Scaramouche put you in such a position, and you’re almost certain he’s aware of this. 

But the main thing—you now realize—that’s holding him back is your status and his relationship with you. It’s nothing special, just mere physical attraction rather than the emotional hindrances that come with real, heart-racing love. There’s nothing wholesome in the way you regard one another; it’s just sex. 

“Do you like it? I made sure to find only the highest quality gemstone for you.”

And yet when he performs this caring charade, it doesn’t feel like loveless copulation. 

Ew, you think, plastering a smile to your face. Since when was Scaramouche so concerned with materialistic signs of affection? He’s far from loving; he’s just pent-up, frustrated from his rigorous job as a Harbinger and so he decides to use you as a means of coping. He almost sounds like Childe with his ineffective flirting methods. You’ve received your fair share of spoils from him as well, and you’ve done everything you could to cull that relationship before it grew out of hand. But now you’re stuck with the lesser side of the coin: another troublesome Fatui Harbinger. 

If you didn’t know any better, you might think to chase after Signora or Dottore next. Maybe you’ll aim for the Tsaritsa Herself if you’re especially daring. After all, your life has been nothing but deceit and faux pleasures; there’s little value to a liar’s life. If the Archons wish for your swift end, you’re positive it’ll be a result of your insatiable greed.

“It’s lovely. The color matches my eyes.”

It doesn’t, but you lie about it anyways. And he looks pleased to hear your approval. 

“Then perhaps I should get you a bracelet as well? Or would you prefer something with a little more use, such as a pocket watch?”

Why don’t you just lock me up with a collar instead? you think bitterly, already keen on pawning the ring off once the initial luster fades. Since you’re so eager to buy these things for me in hopes that I’ll return. It’s annoying.

“This is more than enough. I don’t want you to spend a fortune on me.” There’s a sweet lilt in your voice as your hand cups his cheek, and he leans into your warm touch, starved of the affection like a stray mutt. ”I only need you per our agreement. You do remember what that is, right?”

He’d be caught dead bending to the desires of someone so insignificant, but he just can’t stay away. Not when your every word is intoxicating poison he’ll readily ingest. 

“I’m aware." There’s a sigh in his tone as he pulls away, almost as if he wants to simply sit there and indulge in playful conversation. As if he actually wants to familiarize himself with the real you. But that emotion doesn’t last for long and an irritated expression crawls onto his handsome face as he silently recalls something. 

You’re slipping your silks off with grace, curiously tracking his movements. “You look upset. Was it because of what I said?”

“Of course not. You could never upset me.”

Until you get bored of me.

When you cast your robes aside, reaching for Scaramouche’s elaborate outfit, you murmur, “Let me guess. It was that traveler again, wasn’t it? I’m not sure why you’re so hung up on them.” A whimper leaks into your voice and you fix him with a pout. “I’m sad you’d think of others when I’m right here. Aren’t I the only one you need?”

It’s ironic how quickly that line hooks him, dragging him up from the murkiest depths of love that has skewed into obsession. When you tried it out on Childe, he wasn’t so easily swayed. You find their differences to be invigorating. If the arrangement with Childe was still ongoing, you might’ve considered a threesome, if only to wring more glittering treasures out of the both of them. Mora and jewelry galore, it all goes towards your stockpiled savings. And it’s times like these when you’re lucky to have avoided economic business with the Fatui. Being free of Fatui debt has its perks, a bright miracle in your dark relationships. That’s one less tether to Scaramouche and one less reason to cling to him after you’ve had enough. 

He smirks at your forced envy, easily pushing you backwards onto the plush mattress once he’s fully undressed. For a brief moment, he pictures your pliant body sprawled across an office desk while he pounds into you from behind, putting on a lewd show for his leering underlings. There’s something arousing about your secret relationship that has strange ideas formulating within his head. He entertains a simple scheme, one in which he’d shed light on your connection; however, the other side of him wants to keep your existence for himself, where no one will disturb the two of you in your pleasurable endeavors.

Perhaps you would truly belong to him if he were to expose you for the fraud you really are. Oh, the joy of trapping an unsuspecting rat in a corner, with no way out but into his open arms. You’ll hardly have any semblance of a choice, but he knows you’ll choose the option that guarantees another chance at life.

Scaramouche thinks about that as he revels in soft, tantalizing foreplay. He knows you aren’t as dedicated to this relationship as he is and he’s almost certain you’ve got others waiting for you in different parts of Teyvat. He’s just another plaything you’ve picked up for the fun of it. And in these moments where you surrender to his touch, your back arching with avaricious thoughts, you seem to forget about the power he truly wields. The thought that he could suffocate you in this very bed with his love alone should have you taking precautions to cover your vulnerability, but you only have your eyes set on one thing—not exactly minding the outcome so long as it’s monetarily favorable.

And if playing into your covetous hands ensures your weekly arrival, he’ll gladly empty his pockets of spare change.

You don’t like this new side of him. Lately he’s been treating this as if the two of you are lovers: slow, sensual thrusts accompanied with the sweetest of promises. You’ve never really minded the filth he’d moan in your ear and now you wish he’d resort to that instead. Loveless words spoken through the veil of lust—that’s what you want to hear.  

He envelops you like a smothering fog, fitting himself snugly inside of your tight hole in an embrace that’s oh so familiar. You aren’t used to such gentle treatment and as he kisses along your collarbone you feel yourself going under, having fallen victim to a Harbinger who is normally so cold-hearted. Perhaps he’s more sensitive than you originally thought. Months ago, you wouldn’t have imagined your relationship would grow into something so uncertain, where emotionless love becomes packaged and bogged down with so much feeling.

His lips ghost over yours and there’s a slight pause in his actions. You turn your head to the side, denying his choking affection before it can drag you further into a spiraling abyss of regret. Annoyance swells in his hazy gaze, but he uses your new position to his advantage.

“It’s cute,” he says in a hushed voice, breath tickling your ear, “how you seem to rid yourself of my gifts as soon as they fall into your hands. I wonder where they’ve gone. Into the harbor? Traded off for food and shelter? Do tell me.”

When his grip on your hip tightens to a threatening degree, you resign yourself, opting to hold your tongue as his pace remains brutally slow. Rather than speaking out of line, you raise your hand to his face, and he clasps your wrist in a forceful hold. 

The look in his eyes is far from loving—it’s that same obsessed expression Childe wore. And even if he still searches for you for reasons other than sex, you’re aware there’s no luck where Scaramouche is concerned. You can run from Childe because he’ll allow it—because he adores the chase—but Scaramouche hardly finds delight in a game of cat and mouse. You should’ve expected this. After all, he is just as conniving as the rest, always inventing new ways to track down and eradicate that peculiar traveler. Of course he would know about how you handle his presents when he isn’t looking because there’s no denying the stern gazes that would pierce through your backside whenever you went to the market.

"I’d never throw them out like that...” you mumble through another soft moan, hoping he’ll just pick up the pace and be done with you. “Your gifts are priceless.”

And yet the price for your own love is so hefty. If he weren’t Fatui, it might be enough to throw him into lifelong debt.

“Is that so? You seem to put a price on them whenever you visit the marketplace.” His fingers grip your chin, forcing you into an inescapable eye contact. “If you enjoy putting prices on items that you claim are priceless, you won’t mind if I collect a refund for your dishonesty.”

“A...refund?” 

Your lustful thoughts evaporate once you realize his pace has become horribly slow, his dick stilling and creating an itch of barely noticeable ecstasy. You wiggle your hips to increase the friction, wanting to get yourself off before his words can sour the mood. Though it’s already spoiled when you recognize the carnal victory shining in his twisted smirk. Your unfortunate fate was sealed the moment you welcomed his company with foolish openness, and you’ve been indebted ever since he decided to spoil you with lavish foods and accessories. 

For love that is far from cheap, interest must be paid and your very being makes for the perfect bargain.

It’s weird when he kisses you on your lips rather than on the parts of your body that are normally obscured with delicate cloth. And it’s even weirder when that metaphorical collar binds your throat in a vice. It’s more harrowing than any sort of debt you might’ve garnered and it’s just as inconvenient as his boyish adoration.

Scaramouche doesn’t have to purchase your flimsy, half-off love when it’s already prepackaged and ready for the taking. 

“You heard me. A refund is hardly enough punishment for a lying brat, but it will have to suffice for now.”

For now.

Spurred on by his own insinuating threats, he seeks to bruise your very insides with thrusts that are filled with physical vexation rather than the emotional ministrations from before. And since you’re so accustomed to him, your greedy hole eagerly welcomes him. 

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The Legend And The Sister

Previous Part

Warnings: Swearing (maybe), fluff

Chapter 4

You can do this. 

He's your brother. 

You can do this.

I slowly lifted my shaking hand to the door and knocked. It felt like minutes before it finally opened. Max stood there staring at me confused.

“Y/n? What are you doing here?”

“Can I come in?”

He stepped to the side and opened the door wide for me to enter. I looked around the room and it looked almost identical to the first time we met. Desk with a computer on it, a long couch, massage table in the corner, mini fridge and a small closet. I sat on the couch and watched Max walk to the massage table and sit. He cleared his throat, bringing me out of my thoughts.

“So here's the thing, you haven’t really been answering my calls or texts and it just couldn’t live with the guilt anymore”

“Guilt? What guilt?”

“The guilt of making you hate me, of ruining any sort of sibling relationship before it could even start.”

“You didn’t ruin anything.”

“Yes I did, and don’t tell me I didn't because you won’t return my calls or texts since you found out about Lewis.”

Max sighed and looked down at the floor saying nothing. We sat in silence for a couple minutes before I spoke up.

“I was always the weird girl, the one with no dad, the nerdy girl with no friends. I never had a guy interested in me, like really interested. The only time was after hitting puberty but they only wanted to sleep with or win a dare or something. With Lewis, he got to know me, like really know me, my fears, my hopes, my dreams, my passions. He never pushed me to go out with him or sleep with. He was just my friend. I wasn’t sure if you wanted me talking about our situation, so he was the only one I could talk to. The only one who I could confide in about how scared I was about you not liking me, or not fitting into your world or meeting your dad. That's what you saw that morning. When you left that night, I was sure I had screwed everything up and that you wouldn’t come back. So I called him because he was the only one who knew and we drank wine and I cried and he listened and we fell asleep. I’m not gonna lie to you, it has gone further than friendship now. I don’t know if we’re dating or anything official yet, we haven’t had that talk, but we are seeing each other. I’m sorry if I hurt you.”

I looked up from my shoes after my rant to see Max already looking at me. He sighed once again before speaking.

“I want you in my life, I mean you’re my sister. I want you to be happy, I just wish it was someone else making you happy. When I saw you two that morning, I didn’t know what to think. Ever since I started racing in Formula 1, I have had all this pressure on me to beat him, to be better than him. I was so happy when I found out about you, I was excited to have another sister, to get to know you and what it was like growing up the way that you did. Then when I found out about your friendship with him, I wasn’t so much mad at you, more just frustrated that I couldn't just have one thing to myself without having to share it with him or compete with him. Then when I saw you too on the couch it felt like I had lost. Like this was just one more thing Lewis was taking from me, more time that he had won.”

I got up from the couch and made my way over to him. I took both his hands in mine and squeezed. He looked at me and in that moment I could see all his emotions. All the pent up feelings he had been holding back this whole time.

“I like Lewis, a lot. He makes me feel things no one else has and he makes me happy. But you will always be my brother. No one is taking that from us. Who knows what the future holds for me and him, we could spend the rest of our lives together or this could fade out in a couple months. But I do know that you are family and I am not about to give up or lose you anytime soon.”

Max stood up and pulled me into a hug. It was the first time I had ever felt so safe in my life. I felt like I didn't have to be something I'm not, pretending just to fit in. I felt at home.

“I can’t promise I'll be nice to him. I’ll try but I can't promise anything.” Max mumbled into my hair.

“Trying is all that I ask.”

We pulled away and shared a smile.

“You hungry?”

I nodded my head. We headed downstairs to the cantina and had lunch before Max headed out for his final practice of the day. On our way to the garage I saw Lewis heading into his. He raised an eyebrow in question, as if to ask if it had gone well. I gave a thumbs up in return letting him know we had sorted it all out. 

After practice, Max offered to give me a ride back to my hotel. After asking me where I was staying, I had to fess up and let him know I was actually sharing a room with Lewis for the weekend. I could see his shoulders tense and his jaw lock. After a moment of silence and deep breath, he looked at me and simply said ‘okay’. Once we got to the hotel, he walked me to my door and gave me a goodnight hug.

“I appreciate you trying and not getting angry with me staying with Lewis.”

“Like I said, I will do my best.”

After removing my make up and getting ready for bed, I crawled in and snuggled up against Lewis’ chest.

“So I’m assuming it went well then”

“Yeah it went well, thank you for bring me with you so I could see him”

“I’ll be honest, I wish your brother was any other driver”

“We’ll if it makes it any better,  he said he would try to be nice. No promises tho.”

“He took the words right out my mouth.”

I spent the weekend in the Red Bull garage, watching and trying to learn as much as I could. I will admit I was secretly rooting for Lewis as well as my brother, no one needed to know tho. Max had won the race and I couldn’t have been more proud if I tried. He had led for most of it, out pacing Lewis and Valtteri. A part of me was a little sad for Lewis but Max didn’t need to see that part. After the celebratory photo and champagne, Max, myself and his girlfriend Kelly headed out of the garage toward the Red Bull building, running into Lewis leaving his garage. My heart started beating out my chest, worried that this encounter would not go well. Max and Lewis walked up to each other and shook hands, congratulating one another. 

“Are you giving her a ride back? I can if you have something to do.” Max said after taking a step back.

“No, I finished everything, I can drive her. Thanks man.”

Max nodded his head before walking over and giving me a hug.

“Thank you”

“No problem, little sister.”

Him and Kelly made their way to the Red Bull building as I walked to the parking lot with Lewis. Lewis opened my door and helped me in before making his way to the trunk and placing his trophy inside. Once inside the car he leaned in and gave me a gentle kiss.

“Thank you for trying with him. I know you too aren’t exactly friends.”

“Anything for my girl”

I looked up at him surprised.

“I’m your girl?” “I mean, we’ve spent the last 5 weeks together. We’ve been  practically living together for 2 of those weeks, cooking together, making love, going on dates.”

“You didn’t ask, and I didn't want to assume. I figured if I assumed we were together and you didn’t feel the same way it would hurt more.”

Lewis chuckled and leaned in. kissing me with much more passion this time around. He slipped his tongue into my mouth and his hand into my hair. I placed my hand on his bicep and felt him flex his muscles. We pulled away for air and smiled at each other.

“Y/n will be official with me? Like full on boyfriend and girlfriend?”

I giggled and leaned in for one more kiss. Leaving a kiss on his nose after parting.

“Yes Lewis, I would love to be your official girlfriend.”

“Good because asking that made me feel like a 15 year old boy and not a 37 year old man.”

“Oh trust me baby, you’re all man”

I wiggled my eyebrows at him as he chuckled. He put the car in drive and began to take us back to the hotel. I had never felt happier than I did in that moment.