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lexisecretaccx · 5 months ago

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A+ Student Pt 7

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(Fem reader, angst, smut, more car sex😭🙏 , argument, drama, it all goes down bro, etc, not proofread!)

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

I look at my phone blankly, not answering it. The call disappears off of my screen and I breathe out finally. Until it rings again, he’s desperate to reach me, I let it ring a third time and then I pick it up and answer it. “Hello?” I hesitate. A sigh leaves the other end of the phone.

“Matt?” I ask, “You’ve made me so fucking angry y/n.” He speaks lowly. “I- uh how?” I’m nervous, I don’t know why. He chuckles sarcastically, “You know why.” He breathes in, “You need to pay for what you did. You’re a little slut.” He hisses, even though he’s clearly upset I can’t help but get turned on by the way he’s speaking to me.

I swallow harshly, “How would I pay for what I did?” I ask, my core aching. “You deserve a punishment, a.. detention perhaps.” He seems like he’s being flirty but he still sounds angry and that is a hot combination. “Okay when should I have a detention professor?” I tease him, “don’t enjoy this y/n. I’ll hang up if you fucking enjoy this shit.. you’re a slut you know that?” He huffs in frustration.

“We both know that Matt.” I speak seductively and smirk, he can’t see it but you know. “Fuck..” he groans, “I’ll tell you something.” I start to speak, “what?” He replies and I chuckle softly, “I think you’re only mad because your brother has fucked me twice and he’s only know me for a short while and you? You’ve been my professor for the past year and you’ve only been able to eat me out. Hm?”

“I couldn’t care less y/n,” he sighs, “I’m fucking pissed off because..” he stops speaking, “because I left yours after you basically forced me out and then I fucked Chris?” I’m having fun winding him up. “Yes that and also because you don’t have a fucking clue about Chris.” He speaks coldly.

“What about him?” I’m confused, “I can’t tell you on the phone it’s easier to speak in person, I want to see your face.” I sigh, “well I’ll meet you tomorrow?” I wanna know what he’s talking about “I can’t tomorrow, grading papers, Sunday?” He really wants to tell me something I can tell, “yeah sure.”

We talk for another minute before hanging up, what the fuck is he talking about? I’ll have to see him on Sunday, wait shit! I forgot to ask Lizzy if she was okay. I pull out my phone and call her. Luckily she answers quickly, “Liz you okay? I’m so sorry I didn’t reply.” She laughs lightly, “yeah it’s all good now, my parents were arguing and I just needed somewhere to go.”

“If I was home I would’ve let you come over, where did you go in the end?” “Just to a friend’s house, where were you then?” I need to lie I don’t want her to know about what went on. “I was out with my dad.”

Me and her talk back and forth until she has to go.

Sunday

My alarm goes off and I struggle to grab my phone to shut it off. “Fuck..” I groan out of tiredness, it’s 8:30am and after 10 minutes of procrastinating wether I should go back to sleep I get out of bed and hop in the shower, still not fully awake so I’m stumbling.

I do my everything shower and get into my room to get dressed, I pick a basic ass pair of sweats and a tight white vest. I put some makeup on and check the time, it’s 10:23. Matt told me he could pick me up at half 10. I get my shoes on and go downstairs, “I’m headed out dad!” I call to my dad who is on the couch.

“No worries stay safe pumpkin.” He smiles, “do you want me to make you a coffee before I go?” I ask him as I still have time, “It’s alright, I got one here.” He lifts his mug, “thank you though.” He nods, “Okay no worries, see ya!” I walk out the front door and I just wait on the sidewalk.

After 10 minutes the Porsche pulls up and I remember Matt saying he drives it sometimes. He stops in front of me and I hop in the passenger seat, the same passenger seat that me and Chris fucked in 2 days previously. “Hey.” He speaks, “Hi, what did you wanna tell me?” I ask him putting the seatbelt on.

He looks at me for a good 10 seconds, I tilt my head in confusion as he isn’t speaking. “I lied.” He swallows, “Lied? About what?” I’m even more confused now, he starts driving. “I lied, I have nothing to say about Chris.” He sounds unsure, “What why?” I ask him.

“I’m fucking jealous as shit y/n,” He sighs, “I just wanted to see you, I’m sorry I’m a fucking dick.” He slows down and pulls down a street. “It’s okay Matt, don’t worry.” I try to reassure him.” He shakes his head, “It’s not okay, not until I can.. feel you around me.” He whispers. He pulls into the parking lot of an abandoned store.

I feel myself get hot, did he really just say that? I can’t form words out of shock, he turns to me. “He fucked you in this car didn’t he.” I look at him and nod, “in the backseat?” He speaks quieter, I shake my head “in this seat.” I point at where I’m sitting, “that must’ve been awkward.” He smirks, “yeah I hit my head a few times.”

“Maybe you need someone to show you how to fuck in a car.. the comfortable way.” He bites his lip, I squeeze my thighs together as he speaks. His hand comes down to my thigh, “you’re a slut.” He chuckles, my face turns red and I look away.

He grabs my face and turns it to him, “get in the back.” He undoes my seatbelt. I nod quickly and hop out the car, he copies and we both get into the backseat, I’m glad these back windows are tinted as it’s broad daylight outside, even though the car park is empty. He wastes no time and crashes his lips onto mine.

His hands travel to my sweatpants as pulls them down to my ankles and then undoes the zipper of his jeans before pulling both of our pants off. The imprint of his cock is unmissable. He grabs my legs and slides me so I’m practically laying down on the backseat, without hesitation he removes my underwear and puts it on the drivers seat.

“Such a pretty pussy.” He slides two fingers across my slit before pushing them in quickly. I moan out lightly, he moves them in and out about 5 times, before removing them. “Please..” I look up at him, raising my inner brows. He smirks before pulling his boxes off, his dick is big, not as big as Chris’ but it’s still perfect.

I go to try and wrap my hands around his length and he stops me by grabbing my hands with one hand, pushing them above my head and with the other hand moves my legs into missionary position.

“I don’t have a condom.” He looks at me, “I’m on birth control.” I speak rapidly, just wanting to feel him inside me, “desperate hm?” He leans down and presses a kiss to my forehead. I nod, “please Matt.. fuck me.” I whine, he chuckles, resting his tip at my entrance but not pushing it in, I wiggle to try and get some friction.

“Matt.. stop teasing me please just…” he cuts me off by pushing inside instantly, I moan out and grip the seat. “Just what? What did you want me to do?” He teases, he thrusts in and out slowly at first before quickening the pace until he’s pounding into me and the car is definitely moving. Mine and his moans fill the car.

I can feel myself getting closer and closer, I look down at where we connect, his dick disappearing inside of me with every thrust, his hand comes down and rubs circles on my clit. I scream out his name and my back arches. “Fuck..” he groans out, I feel the euphoria wash over me as I come undone. My arousal leaking around his dick.

Not long after he finishes inside of me and pulls out. We both sit breathlessly, “that was.. fucking amazing.” I breathe out harshly, “Can I have my panties back?” I ask him as I grab my sweatpants off of the car floor, “I think I’ll keep them, as a souvenir.” He smirks as he gets his boxers and jeans back on. “You weirdo.” I tease him and slide my sweatpants on without underwear underneath.

We get back into the front seats and he gives me the aux, I put on some random playlist on shuffle. He stuffs my panties into his pocket before we put our seatbelts on and he drives off. “Do you wanna come to mine? Just for food or something.” Matt asks me, “Yeah of course, is Chris gonna be there?” I whisper his name.

“Probably not, Chris did say he was going out somewhere.” Matt replies, “okay yeah I’ll come.”

We get to his house and Matt pulls in the driveway before we get out the car and enter the house. It’s quiet, except for faint music coming from upstairs. I look to Matt, “Nick probably.” He answers, we walk to the kitchen and I sit on the barstool. “Do you want a soda?” Matt opens the fridge, “yeah sure what do you have?” I lean on the counter to look in the fridge, my ass in the air.

“We have Pepsi and..” Matt gets cut off, “That’s a nice view.” Chris. He walks up from the hallway behind, I sit back down and turn to him, my face red. He’s wearing a black wifebeater vest and grey sweats holding an empty glass, Matt stands up and closes the fridge. “What ya doing?” Chris asks as he walks up next to Matt, “nothing important.”

“What’s this?” Chris pulls my panties out of the pocket of Matts jeans. He looks at me, tilting his head. “Oh.” Is all that he says. He chuckles but I can tell he’s pissed off.

“I just..” I try to explain but Chris scoffs loudly, “Oh shut it y/n.” He puts his glass down and slams his hands on the counter infront of me, I flinch. “What happened to ‘Matt is a dick’ and all that bullshit?” He leans in further. “Hm?” He looks angry. “I don’t know.” I mumble. I look over, Matt is smiling slightly?

Chris turns to Matt, “I don’t know what your problem is. This is just a competition to you isn’t it?” Chris shoves Matt backwards into the fridge door. “Calm down.” Matt replies to Chris who just turns around, “Calm down? I can’t fucking calm down right now Matt.” He walks over to me, “you’re a selfish bitch.” He points his finger in my face.

“It was going well, I thought you actually gave a fuck.” He scoffs, “I do Chris..” I try to speak again, “If you did then why did you go back to him?” It’s a valid question, I don’t know. “Maybe she prefers me.” Matt stupidly pipes up. Chris picks the glass that he put down and he throws it at the cabinet next to Matt.

It smashes and the glass flies everywhere. I get off the stool and step back, “Chris stop..” I thought I’d be scared of him. “It was a joke just stop being so childish.” Matt retorts to Chris, “I’m not fucking laughing.” He speaks more calmly, his eyes look watery. “I’ll clean that up.” He spoke quietly, pointing at the shattered glass on the floor.

“While you’re at it clean your act up too hm?” Matt smirks, he’s making this worse. “I’ll be cleaning your fucking blood off the wall if you don’t shut the fuck up.” Chris yells. “Your acting all tough but I don’t think she knows about you know what.” Chris points at me, Matts eyes widen.

“What?” I’m confused, “What was her name again? Kelly?” Chris asks Matt, Matt looks nervous. Kelly the new girl? What are they talking about. “Yeah that was it, that was strange when she was here wasn’t it.” Chris hisses.

She was here? “I think that was the night after y/n was here the first time right? The night you upset her and I was the only person who comforted her right?” Chris walks even closer to Matt. “What is he talking about?” I ask Matt because I feel like I know what went on I just wanna hear it from him.

“He was ‘helping her catch up with the work’ or something, what was your excuse again?” Chris turns to Matt who’s face is bright red, Matt looks at me, “Matt what the fuck is he talking about?” I raise my voice to him.

“I.. Kelly wanted to get caught up with the class work, that’s all I promise you y/n.” He pleads with me, “The thing is, you don’t teach biology so there was no need for your dick to be out.” Chris chuckles, Matts expression shows me everything I need to know, he’s a fucking liar. “I have every right to report you to the college.” Chris smirks at Matt.

“You’d lose your job too asshole.” Matt growls back at him, “yeah but I don’t need that job, I got it just to try it out.” Chris grabs the brush and pan and starts to sweep up the glass. “Fuck you.” Matt grabs his car keys and walks out of the house.

I feel tears run down my eyes as I stand there in shock, the day after he refused to kiss me he had Kelly here and his dick out? What the fuck. “You good?” Chris stands up and looks at me, his expression shifting to concern as he notices the tears rolling down my face.

“I’m so sorry.” He apologises.

A/n: guys…. Heheh Hehehe smut with Matt hehehe but the angst is wilding out. Chris is my baby girl😖 bro I have so many ideas for new series’ and I just wanna write a new series rn (pbviously continuing this one as it’ll only have like 2 parts left I think!

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teapartyprincess4two · 10 months ago

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heyy <3 I am absolutely in LOVE with your writing. I was wondering if you had ever written a 5+1 fic? I noticed that you like to write really lengthy fics with slow build ups which would be perfect for 5+1 style fics!!

I have a request if you would accept it ^^

5 times y/n denies having a crush on Matt (she's just oblivious to her feelings) and 1 time she didn't (when she finally realises)

or it could be the other way round and you could write in Matt's pov. whichever one is easier for you! (or u don't have to do this at all and just write a completely different 5+1 fic based on your own idea. I'm sure it will turn out perfect!)

In Denial- M. Sturniolo

pairing: PopularStudent!reader x Student!Matt

classification: angst, fluff

warnings: slight angst, rejection, jealousy, use of y/n, slight cursing, childhood memories/flashbacks/setting, VERY VERY VERY slow build up, characters are in high school for a majority of the story

inspiration: request^^

summary: It’s hard to admit when you’re in love, especially when the person you love is so different from you. But, as they say, opposites attract.

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“Are you guys inviting any friends from school?” The triplet’s mom, Marylou, asks as she mindlessly prepares the vegetables for her soup. Nick, Matt, and Chris were buzzing with excitement as they sat around the kitchen table with crafting supplies sprawled everywhere. The three of them were working towards creating invitations for their 10th birthday party. Ten was a big number because they’d finally be in the double digits so they had to make sure everything was just right. Most of the invitations were illegible and their mom would definitely have to redo them, but as long as it kept them occupied while she cooked she was happy.

“I’m going to invite Jackie,” Nick responds as he digs through his pen pouch for the perfect shade of purple. Most of Nick’s invitations had so many random doodles on them that you could barely see any of the words. “Oh Jackie’s nice,” Marylou murmurs, only half listening as she continues stirring away at the soup on the stove. She had to make sure it wouldn’t boil over.

“I like Carlos better so I’m inviting him,” Chris chimed in, his tongue poking out in concentration as he decorated his invitations with random scraps of craft paper. Chris’s invitations were covered in so much glue that every time he picked something up it stuck completely to his hand. “That’s so mean, Chris!” Nick responds in a whiny voice which puts a smirk on Chris’s face. Chris actually liked Jackie too because she was a good friend and sometimes she did his homework for him, but he also liked annoying his brother. The two were about to break out into an argument, but were swiftly checked by a stern look from their mother.

Matt was too immersed in creating the perfect invitation for you to care about the conversation surrounding him. He worked diligently to ensure that it was legible and nicely decorated, ensuring to include doodles of things he knew you liked. Once the other two calmed down, Marylou turned towards Matt and asked, “Who are you inviting, honey?” Truth be told, Matt was inviting a lot of people from his class, but he really only cared if you showed up. If it was only you and him at this birthday party he’d be the happiest ten year old on Earth.

“Probably just Jason,” Matt replies nonchalantly with a shrug of his shoulders. This answer seems to satisfy his mom because she doesn’t ask any further questions and immediately returns to the pot on the stove. Nick and Chris, on the other hand, hear this and immediately jump at the opportunity to expose his crush for you to their mom. “He’s probably inviting y/n,” Chris snickers as he pokes Matt’s sides teasingly, his sticky fingers gripping Matt’s t-shirt in the process.

“No I’m not, Chris. Shut up,” Matt replies as he pushes his brother’s hands away from him aggressively. This was his favorite shirt and Chris was getting his gross glue hands all over it. Nick laughs at this, making kissy faces towards Matt to annoy him. “Matt and y/n sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G!” Chris and Nick sing loudly, both of them working hard towards pushing Matt past his breaking point. At this point Matt’s face is burning hot and red from embarrassment.

You were a new student in their class who moved to Boston from out of state. For whatever reason you were placed in their class and seated right next to Matt, the only available seat left in the entire classroom. From that moment on Matt’s been absolutely obsessed with you, but he didn’t need his mom to know that.

“Who’s y/n?” Marylou asks, true curiosity in her voice. She was now facing the three boys, providing them with her full attention and turning the stove off for safe measure. “Oh just Matt’s GIRLFRIEND!” Chris screams, once again poking at Matt’s sides. “I love y/n soooo much. She smells soooo good and has the prettiest smile,” Nick quotes as he gazes dramatically into the distance and pretends to swoon. Their mom is amused with their antics, but is mostly curious to learn more about the girl who has her most timid son so ‘in love.’

“I never said that, you idiot!” Matt retaliates, pushing Chris off of him and standing up abruptly from the kitchen table to make his way towards Nick and push him too. The table shook in the process causing some of the markers to roll onto the floor. Matt was beginning to get genuinely upset from the pure embarrassment that he felt. “Then why do you guys always play alone at recess!” Chris rebuttals, feeling as if he had just won the greatest argument of his life.

“Just admit you like her, Matty!” Nick chimes in, throwing his nickname in there to further push his buttons. Matt is furious at his brothers, but he doesn’t understand why if everything they’re saying was true. He did have a crush on you, you did smell good and you did have a pretty smile.

“Boys that’s enough!” Marylou steps in to Matt’s defense, earning both Nick and Chris a smack upside the head. Nick and Chris yelp in pain, rubbing their heads to alleviate some of the pain. “You guys are so annoying!” Matt says one last time before grabbing his invitations and storming off to their shared room.

The kitchen is silent after that, both Nick and Chris realizing that they had taken it too far. Marylou is more than displeased with the outcome of her sons’ teasing, but she understood that it came with the territory of having triplets. “You two need to apologize,” she says sternly, giving both Nick and Chris a disapproving look. The two boys didn’t understand why they had to apologize, they were just telling the truth plus everyone in your class knew about Matt’s crush on you.

“But he called me an idiot…” Nick grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest and slumping in his seat. This earned them both another smack upside the head.

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Matt didn’t end up handing you the invitation himself, too embarrassed to be caught alone with you again by his brothers. Instead he instructed Nick to do it because over the course of your time in Boston, you and Nick had become very close. Matt was a bit jealous of this, but he never showed it.

“Why don’t you just give it to her?” Nick asked, continuing his walk towards the playground. Their class was currently at recess and there was only 15 minutes left, if Nick wanted to have a turn on the swings he couldn’t slow down now, not even for Matt’s sake. “Because you’re her friend!” Matt replied as he followed closely behind Nick, his feet pushing against the wood chips of the playground as he struggled to keep up.

“You’re her friend too! Plus you sit right next to her!” Nick was not backing down, especially because he did not like doing favors. His pace didn’t slow either, he needed to get at least 5 minutes on the swing before he was ready to go back to class. “Just do it please,” Matt pleaded, fully expecting his brother to deny his request and force him to give you the invitation himself. Nick’s mind lit up with an idea, he’d only agree to give you the invitation if Matt agreed to push him on the swing, “Ugh! Fine, but you have to push me.”

“I’m not pushing you, Nick,” Matt responded matter of factly. Matt didn’t want to spend his last 15 minutes of freedom pushing Nick on the swings, he wanted to rush back to Chris on the field as quick as possible so he could race him. “Okay, that’s fine. You can give her the invitation yourself then,” Nick said as he finally arrived to the swing set, taking a seat on the warm plastic.

Matt looked between Nick and the field, desperately trying to figure out if this was worth not beating Chris in a race. “Your choice, Matt,” Nick’s voice was taunting, almost like he was telling Matt that if he didn’t do this one thing his entire life would be ruined. Matt sighed, deciding that if you didn’t get this invitation his life would, in fact, be ruined. So, he decided that he’d just have to race Chris another day and he stood behind Nick, pushing him reluctantly.

Nick ended up giving you the invitation later that day, pretending like it was his idea to invite you. When you realized it was your first invitation to a party in Boston you couldn’t contain your excitement. Nick felt like your first true friend here and you couldn’t wait to see your friendship blossom. Nick, of course, was excited for you to come too, but no one was more excited than Matt.

“I gave your girlfriend the invitation by the way,” Nick commented to Matt as they walked home from school. Matt perked up at this, becoming excited at the prospect of you coming to their house. “Not my girlfriend,” he responded in a feign tone of annoyance that completely contrasted the excitement he felt bubbling inside.

“Whatever you say,” Nick huffed, shrugging his shoulders and pulling his backpack up by the straps. Nick picked up his pace to catch up with Chris who was already down the street. When Nick’s back was fully towards him, Matt couldn’t help but smile. He really couldn’t wait to turn 10.

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10 came and went and before they knew it, the triplets were 14 and nearing the end of middle school. The friendships they made in elementary didn’t seem as important anymore, only a few friends remaining a part of their immediate friend group. You were one of those friends seeing as you and Nick only became closer over the years.

You spent countless nights texting and talking over the phone with Nick gossiping about people in your grade and fangirling over the latest teen heartthrob. One of the solidifying moments in your friendship was when Nick came out to you as gay. It was a moment that bonded you two and you’ve been inseparable since. Because you two are so close, you would often go over to their house to work on homework, study, or just to hang out.

“Mom, can y/n come over today?” Nick asks his mom, praying that she’ll just say yes so he can rush up to his room and text you to come over. “Sure,” Marylou replies nonchalantly. You were always over and she had become accustomed to your presence. She liked that you were respectful and you seemed to be a good influence on her kids.

Nick immediately rushed upstairs to relay the news to you over text, but bumped into Matt on the way to his room. “Watch it, dumbass,” Matt huffed, stumbling backwards a bit from the force in which Nick ran into him. “Sorry,” Nick apologized quickly, moving past Matt to continue the walk to his room. From the way Nick was acting Matt knew that you were probably coming over, he always got super excited when you were coming over.

Matt turned on his heel, following Nick into his room just to make sure his suspicions were correct. “Why are you so excited?” Matt asks, leaning on the door frame as he watches Nick type away on his phone. “None of your business,” Nick replies, laying on his bed as he continues to text you.

The both of you are going over your plans for the night in excruciating detail, discussing every thing beforehand so that you wouldn’t waste time once you arrived. “Is y/n coming over?” Matt asks again, a part of him knows the answer but he’s still itching to know. “Wouldn’t you like to know,” this time it’s Chris who speaks as he enters the room and sits in Nick’s desk chair.

Chris always had the tendency to show up out of nowhere, especially in moments when he could potentially annoy his brothers. It was like his brother senses tingled every time the perfect opportunity to bully his brothers appeared. A smirk is already plastered on Chris’s face because he knows that Matt’s crush on you has only grown over the years. “Whatever,” Matt replies already annoyed with Chris, waving his brother off and pushing himself off the door frame. He leaves the room and returns back downstairs to do whatever he was planning to do in the first place.

As he makes his way downstairs, Nick calls out to him from his room in a sing-song tone, “Y/n is coming Matt!” This immediately puts a smile Matt’s face. Even if we wasn’t going to spend one on one time with you, he was content with the fact that you'd be in his house.

"He's totally in love with her," Chris snickers, twirling around in Nick's desk chair. Nick hated the thought of Matt being in love with you, his bestfriend. "That's so gross," Nick replies, but even he knew it was true.

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When you finally arrived to their house 20 minutes later, Nick was already outside waiting for you. “Bye mom!” You said, hopping off the car and waving goodbye to your mom as you ran up to Nick. He was sitting on the front porch, patiently awaiting your arrival. You two had so much planned for the night and if you played your cards right you might even be able to have a sleepover!

“Hurry, y/n! Time is ticking!” Nick called out as he watched you quicken your pace to make your way to the front porch. You were carrying a large tote bag filled to the brim with magazines, crafting supplies, board games, and a pair of pajamas in case you were allowed to stay the night. “I’m hurrying!” You replied, adjusting your heavy tote bag against your shoulder

Finally you two made your way inside, where Matt and Chris were playing video games on the living room. Chris was locked into the game, but Matt was only half immersed in the game on the screen. He was waiting for you to walk through the front door so he could greet you in the most casual, cool way possible.

“Hi guys!” You greeted, offering the two boys a small wave before rushing upstairs to Nick’s room. “Hey y/n,” Chris replied casually, too occupied with his game to fully acknowledge you. Chris was used to you always being at their house, so he didn’t get excited anymore when Nick announced you were coming over. “Hi y/n!” Matt greets you, sounding a little too excited causing his voice to crack slightly.

When Chris hears this he immediately pauses the game to look at Matt. “Hi y/n!” Chris mimicked Matt’s voice crack, exaggerating it so every syllable contained a higher octave than the last. Matt pushed Chris slightly by the shoulder, unpausing the game to avoid diving deeper into this topic, “Shut up, let’s just play.”

Chris wasn’t having it though, he quickly pauses the game again before saying, “just admit you like her, bro.” It was so much easier said than done, if he admitted his feelings for you there was always the possibility that you didn’t feel the same way or that you’d find it weird, or both. “I don’t like her,” Matt grumbles, unpausing the game once again.

Chris doesn’t miss a beat, quickly pausing the game for the third time since you had arrived. “You do like her!” Chris teases, poking his brother’s side like he always does when he wants to annoy him. Matt wasn’t annoyed anymore, but he was upset. “I DONT LIKE HER, YOU IDIOT! I COULD NEVER LIKE HER!” He shouts, shoving Chris off of him and standing up from his seat. He storms off into his room, forgetting completely about the game and that his sudden outburst could probably be heard by you.

“Geez, what a sore loser,” Chris mumbles, unpausing the game and continuing the onscreen quest. Unbeknownst to them, you were going downstairs to grab a snack and had heard the whole thing. Your heart shattered at Matt’s words. You had never thought about Matt in that way before, but for some reason when you heard him say he could NEVER like you it hurt worse that anything you’d ever felt.

You didn’t even descend all the way downstairs for your snack, instead you returned to Nick’s room and informed him that you weren’t up for a sleepover anymore.

—

Before the four of you knew it, you were freshmen in high school and although you all became a part of different friend groups, you still remained close. Everyone in your school grew to love you, causing you to become really popular really fast. Both you and Nick were friends with everyone including freshmen and upperclassmen. Plus you joined as many extracurriculars and clubs as possible which opened the door to many new friendships.

“No we can’t hang out that day, we have art club,” you told Nick, as the both of you worked hard to schedule a time and date to hang out outside of school. You were both currently in the library enjoying the down time study hall granted you. “What about Wednesday?” He asks, flipping through his school planner to try and find an available date for the two of you.

“Nope. NHS meeting,” you reply, pointing to the Wednesday in question where ‘NHS MEETING 4:45PM’ was highlighted in bright yellow on the top of the page. “Oh right. What about Friday?” Nick asks again, hoping that you two will finally be able to hang out. Ever since entering high school it was like you guys never had time to just be friends because you were both too busy with your after school activities to hang out.

“Friday might work, I just have to work concessions during 8th period. You can meet me there after class?” You say, examining your planner thoroughly to make sure you weren’t misinforming him. “Okay, I’ll walk over there and then we can meet Matt and Chris in the parking lot,” he informs you, gathering his things to shove them back into his backpack. You do the same thing before replying, “I thought your mom would pick us up?”

The bell rings, signifying that the period was over and it was time to walk to your next class. You both stand from the table, slinging your backpacks over your shoulders before making your way out of the library. “She was, but Matt’s getting his learners permit,” he replies, pushing the library door open for you to walk through before following closely behind. You hum in response before offering Nick a side hug and parting ways, both of you heading to your next class.

On your way to class you catch sight of Matt and Chris, they’re leaned against their lockers having a conversation. Matt’s back is to you so Chris is the only one who notices you. “Y/n!” Chris shouts excitedly through the hall, ushering you over to them with his hands. You light up with a smile, hurriedly making your way over to your friends.

“What class do you have next?” Chris asks once you’re close enough to where he doesn’t have to shout. Matt is avoiding eye contact with his head hung low, he didn’t even greet you and you were standing right next to him. You tried not to let it bother you.

“I have math,” you reply, offering Chris a quick hug. It was normal for you to hug your friends, especially friends that you knew for so long, but you were never able to get to that point with Matt. He always got super awkward about it, so after a while you just stopped hugging him altogether. “Oh cool! I think my class is next to yours,” Chris replies, looking expectantly at his brother who was still looking at the floor. All Chris wanted to do was shake his brother by the shoulders and yell at him to at least acknowledge you.

“We can walk together?” You ask Chris hesitantly, not wanting him to feel forced to leave his previous conversation with Matt. The bell was about to ring soon anyways so he quickly dismisses himself from Matt before joining you on your walk to class. Matt’s about to do the same thing, but he’s stopped by his old friend Jason.

“Chris stole your girl, huh?” Jason jokes, slinging an arm over Matt’s shoulder as the both of them watch you and Chris disappear down the hallway and into the crowd of students. “She’s not my girl,” Matt huffs, shrugging Jason’s arm off his shoulder aggressively. “Well she’s gonna be someone’s girl soon if you don’t step up,” Jason replies, only half joking.

You were one of the prettiest girls in school and every boy was dying at a chance with you, Matt knew this and it made his blood boil. He couldn’t bear the thought of you being someone else’s ‘girl,’ but you were so popular now that he didn’t know where he fit in with you. Jason’s comment bothered him more than he’d like to admit, but he waved him off and made his way to class.

After school Nick waited for you at the concession stand just like he promised. Since you knew he was going to be waiting for you, you snuck a frito pie for him. You even got two sodas, one for you and one for Chris, and a pack of Matt’s favorite candy. “For you, sir,” you greeted Nick in a posh accent, handing him the Frito Pie as you two started walking towards the parking lot where Chris and Matt were. “Why thank you,” he replied, doing the same posh accent as you before stirring the frito pie so that the chili and cheese were evenly coating the frito chips.

You two made light conversation as you weaved your way through the cars of the parking lot in search of Chris and Matt. The both of you said goodbye to friends as you passed them, hugging a few of them and wishing them a good weekend. Matt was watching you from his car, leaned against the trunk. Chris was standing next to him mindlessly scrolling on his phone.

“Bye Jason, have a good weekend,” you called out, waving goodbye to your friend as you and Nick continued to make your way towards the car. This made Matt’s jaw clench as he recalled what Jason had said to him earlier, ‘she’s gonna be someone’s girl soon if you don’t step up.’ Matt wondered if that was Jason’s way of saying that he was going to make a move on you if Matt didn’t do it first.

When you and Nick finally approached the car you immediately handed both Matt and Chris the snack you brought for them. “What’s this for?” Matt asks, gingerly taking the candy from you. He noticed it was his favorite and thought that maybe you chose it on purpose, but he decided it must’ve been a coincidence. “Just to be nice and for giving me a ride,” you smiled at him, handing Chris his soda in the process.

Matt was about to thank you, but Chris interrupted him by cracking his soda open and immediately chugging it. This was followed by loud burps which made the rest of you laugh. “You’re welcome, by the way,” you say sarcastically towards Matt and Chris. Chris ignores you, walking towards the passenger seat to join Nick who’s already waiting in the car. “Thank you,” Matt says shyly, a blush creeping onto his face.

Matt turns to join his brothers in the car as you say, “you’d think you have a crush on me with the way you’re blushing.” He stops dead in his tracks, going stiff as a board. Had he been caught? Was he that obvious? “Jeez, Matt I’m kidding,” you chuckle jokingly, patting his back to ease his nerves. He shies away from you, not wanting to go into a state of shock from your mere touch.

You notice the way he avoids you and it breaks your heart. Was he really this repulsed by you? The only words ringing through your mind were the ones you heard that day in middle school, ‘I COULD NEVER LIKE HER.’

“Ease up, Matt. I was joking,” this time you say it seriously and decide to just get in the car. “Oh, yeah sorry,” Matt felt like an idiot, but so did you.

—

High school was a blur for you, filled with countless memories and so many new friendships. You were now in your senior year and busier than ever as you juggled school, a social life and work. You, Nick and Chris remained close and over time you warmed up to Matt again, deciding to put his comments and actions towards you in the past.

Prom was just around the corner and after that was graduation. The four of you were excited, but didn’t know what direction life would take you in. You’re currently sitting with Chris, Nick, and Matt at lunch discussing all the plans you have for the remainder of your senior year.

“Who are you going to prom with, Y/n?” Nick asks as he pops a fry in his mouth and wiggles his eyebrows at you teasingly. You scoff and roll your eyes in response. So many boys had asked you to prom at this point that you were debating on not even going at all, but Nick insisted on you being there. “Probably just you guys,” you replied, shrugging your shoulders. Chris and Matt were listening intently to the conversation, Chris was waiting for the perfect moment to interject.

“So boring,” Nick says dramatically, he felt like you had to take advantage of the wide range of options you had. You could pick any boy to go to prom with and here you were choosing to go with a group of friends. Matt, on the other hand, was relieved with your answer, happy that no one would get to claim you as their prom date. Maybe by the time prom finally rolled around he’d grow the courage to ask you to be his date and finally admit his feelings for you.

“I heard Jason say he might ask you,” Chris mentions casually, stealing a fry from Nick’s tray and popping it in his mouth. Nick slaps his hand away and shoots him a glare. You scrunch your face in disgust at the idea of going to prom with Jason. Sure he was cute and nice, but he was a football player and he was known for leading girls on, plus he’s had at least 8 girlfriends since freshman year. Matt’s also disgusted by the idea because he can’t imagine you going to prom with anyone other than him, especially not Jason.

“I thought he was dating Katrina,” Matt chimes in, attempting to shake the thought of you and Jason out of his mind. What if you did end up going with him to prom? What if Jason ends up pulling something weird? What if he tried kissing you?!? Matt’s mind was racing and he felt himself growing more and more upset at the idea.

“Apparently they broke up,” Chris shrugs, trying to steal yet another fry off Nick’s tray. “Oh yeah, Katrina told me about it yesterday in 3rd period. She seems sad,” Nick informs you all, only confirming the promposal rumor Chris had just dropped on you guys. “Poor girl,” you mumbled, picking mindlessly at the food in front of you. If Jason asked you to prom you’d feel almost obligated to say yes considering he was one of your oldest friends and he’d surely make a spectacle of it.

There was only one person you wanted to go to prom with, but he was too oblivious to realize it. “There’s only one person I would go to prom with,” you say quietly, your gaze landing on Matt and staying there for a little too long. He doesn’t notice though, too caught up in your words to look up. ‘Does she want to go to prom with Jason?’ he thought, the anger bubbling up inside him like a volcano about to erupt.

Suddenly he felt overwhelmed by the situation, grabbing his tray and standing from the lunch table abruptly. The rest of you stared in shock at his sudden actions, wondering what had gotten into him. He was always the type to evacuate a situation as soon as it became too much for him to handle. “Um, I have to get to class,” he grumbled, walking away and throwing his tray away in a nearby trash can aggressively.

“Geez what’s his problem,” Nick scoffs dramatically as he watches his brother disappear out of the cafeteria. “He’s just a nerd,” Chris responds with a chuckle, not putting too much importance in Matt’s actions. Instead he used this moment to sneak as many of Nick’s fries as possible. You sat there in silence, a wave of sadness washing over your body as you realized lunch was nowhere near over.

Prom was getting closer and unfortunately for Matt, Jason ended up asking you to be his date before he could muster up the courage to. Jason’s sentiment was very sweet; he decorated a huge poster, held a bouquet of flowers, and even had a speaker playing some sappy love song. Because he’d made such a big scene of his promposal you felt obligated to say yes. The whole school was watching, many of the students commenting on how you were going to be the power couple of the year.

Matt was in the crowd and had seen the whole thing, he was horrified, angry, and jealous. He actually wanted to ask you that day, he didn’t know how he’d do it, but he knew he’d do it. Matt had even bought you a rose to accompany his promposal. He felt slightly pathetic as he stood there holding his singular rose, watching as Jason held an entire bouquet for you. Chris, who was standing next to Matt, offered him a sympathetic smile and a pat on the back. Nothing would make Matt feel better. “Sorry bro,” Chris says sympathetically, offering Matt yet another sad smile. “Whatever, not like I like her anyways,” Matt grumbles, at this point it was like he was trying to convince himself.

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“Are you excited?!” Nick asks, waiting for you to appear from inside the dressing room. You’re currently trying prom dresses on at the mall, trying to find the perfect dress. You check yourself out in the mirror, smoothing the dress out and adjusting the straps slightly before replying, “eh kinda.”

“What?! How are you only KINDA excited?! You’re going to prom with Jason!” He exclaims, sitting forward in his seat as if you could see him through the dressing room curtains. You were excited to go to prom and if you would’ve had it your way you would’ve just gone with a group of friends, seeing as Matt never asked you. But being pressured into doing things you don’t want to do comes with the territory of being popular.

“He’s just Jason,” you shrug, finally opening the curtain and doing a silly, dramatic pose for Nick. “What do you think?” You ask, twirling so he can get a full look at the dress. You could always trust Nick to be honest with you, especially when it came to fashion. “It’s cute, but it’s the wrong color,” he replies, you nod in agreement and retreat back into the dressing room to try on a different dress.

“Also, he’s not ‘just’ Jason. He’s quite literally the star quarterback AND the hottest guy in school,” Nick says, using his fingers to do air quotes around ‘just.’ You pull another dress on, zipping it up haphazardly before opening the curtain once again and walking out of the dressing room.

You motion towards the dress, silently asking Nick what his opinion about it is. “Too short,” he says, earning a groan from you. You trudge back into the dressing room, closing the curtain dramatically in the process. “What’s the real reason you don’t want to go to prom with Jason?” Nick asks because he’s almost certain there’s an underlying secret reason he doesn’t know about.

You sigh, jumping as you struggle to pull on the last dress. “I was hoping someone else would ask me,” you admit, being completely vulnerable and honest with your best friend. This was news to Nick, as far as he knew you weren’t interested in anyone at school. “WHAT?! Who is it?!?! Do I know him?!” He asks excitedly, wanting nothing more than for you to spill the beans and tell him who you were secretly crushing on.

“Yeah, you know him,” you respond, adjusting the strap on the dress you were currently trying on. Finally you fix it and take one last look in the mirror before opening the curtain and showing Nick the dress. His mouth goes agape, this was the perfect dress for you. “Girl, that’s the one,” he says, taking in all the small details of the dress and how they complemented you perfectly.

“You really think?” You ask, looking at yourself in the dressing room mirror again just to make sure he’s not lying. It did look good on you and the color was really nice. “Yes! Now tell me who your crush is!” He’s quick to dismiss you, too eager to find out who you’re crushing on. This causes you to roll your eyes, but he’s being so loud that you have to hold back your laughter as you hold onto him and shush him. “Nick you’re so loud!” You whisper through laughter, trying to keep your own voice down so you don’t get kicked out.

“Don’t shush me, woman!” He replies dramatically, earning you both a couple of stares from the surrounding customers. You continue laughing, going back into the dressing room to change so you can take the dress to the front counter and pay.

As you do this, Nick is on the other side of the curtain trying to guess who your crush is. He begins listing the names of all of boys in your class. He lists every person he can think of before giving up. “You’re never gonna guess it,” you say in a sing song tone as you exit the dressing room, dress in hand.

“The only people I didn’t say are Chris and Matt,” he scoffs, he feels almost 100% sure that you’d never have a crush on either of his brothers. You don’t say anything, instead walking in front of him so he can’t see the blush forming on your face. “Oh my god! You like one of my brothers!” He exclaims in realization, somewhat grossed out at the thought of it.

“Never said that,” you reply, reaching the cashier and plopping the dress on the counter. The cashier cashes you out, placing the dress in a bag for you. “You never denied it,” he replies. As long as he didn’t guess which brother you’d be fine.

Nick is thinking long and hard, trying to figure out which of his brothers you have a crush on. ‘It can’t be Chris,’ he thought. You and Chris had always been close, but never close enough to raise any suspicion of a crush. Plus Chris was always doing weird gross stuff around you that he only ever did around Nick and Matt. ‘Maybe it’s Matt,’ Nick’s so deep in thought that he doesn’t realize that you guys are now in the food court. You and Matt always had a slightly awkward relationship, but Matt did have a crush on you since forever so maybe you returned the feelings.

“It’s Matt,” Nick states simply, both of you now waiting in line for Chinese food. You go stiff, how had he guessed it so fast? It was a 50/50 chance and he guess correct on the first try. He watched you and noticed your change in body language, realizing that he was right. “It’s Matt!” He exclaims, he feels like he just won the grand prize on a game show.

“Quiet down!” You whisper shout, looking around the food court to ensure that no one from school was lurking around. If word got out that you had a crush on Matt it would travel around the school like wildfire, especially if you were going to prom with someone else. “So I’m right?!” He’s still yelling, he can’t help it he’s excited and also grossed out. Nick’s going through so many emotions right now thinking about his best friend and his brother having secret feelings for each other.

“Yes, now shut up,” you grumble, moving forward in the line. “That’s so cute! But also so disgusting,” he comments with a chuckle and a fake gag, earning an eye roll from you.

—

Finally it was the long awaited day of prom. You took an extra hour on your hair and makeup than usual and your mom steamed all the wrinkles out of your dress. Everything had to be perfect because once you walked into that venue with Jason all eyes would be on you.

Jason picked you up an hour before the event started, walking you to his car carefully and politely. This drive to the venue felt so impersonal and awkward that you kind of wished you had rejected his promposal. If you were with your friends you wouldn’t feel this way.

The two of you walked into the venue hand in hand and even if you were nervous, you held your head high in confidence. You greeted so many people on the way in that it felt like you were on the red carpet and everyone wanted your attention. The two of you made your way to a table and situated yourselves before the real party began.

As soon as the dancing started Jason disappeared somewhere with his friends, but you didn’t mind because it gave you time to look for your friends too. You must’ve lapped around that building 10 times before giving up, you couldn’t find a single person worth talking to that wasn’t already busy or just plain missing. Nick was nowhere to be found, Chris was dancing with his date and you didn’t even know if Matt was here or not.

You made your way back to your table, slumping in your seat a little. You felt so alone. From the corner of your eye you noticed Jason making his way towards you, you silently hoped he’d at least ask you to dance so you wouldn’t be so bored. What he actually says catches you by surprise, “Hey, Katrina asked me to dance. Is that okay?” You were taken aback, was he really asking his prom date if he could dance with his ex?

“Katrina? As in your ex Katrina?” You asked, bewilderment evident on your face and in your voice. He doesn’t say anything, instead he just nods and walks away in whatever direction Katrina is. You sit there in shock, had you just been ditched at prom? “Fuck this,” you whisper to yourself as you grab your purse and walk out of the venue.

You felt like you couldn’t breathe, how had this become your prom night? As you make your way out of the venue you feel all eyes on you and the tears begin to brim at your eyes. Finally you’re outside and you sit on a nearby bench, not noticing that Matt was already sitting there. As soon as you feel like no one is watching, you let the tears flow.

Matt recognizes your sniffles and immediately looks up from the ground to find you sitting next to him crying. He was out here to avoid seeing you with Jason. “Y/n?” He asks softly, leaning forward to check if it was actually you or not. You jump at the sound of your name and work to wipe your tears away as quickly as possible. The last thing you needed was people knowing you were crying at prom.

You lift your gaze slowly to see who had caught you crying only to find Matt. He’s offering you a small, sad smile and opens his arms to engulf you in a hug. You don’t second guess it, you just fall into his arms and let the tears flow again. Finally, after such a lonely night, you’re in the arms of someone familiar.

“It’s okay,” he whispers repeatedly into your hair as he rubs your back in an attempt to calm you down. Usually Matt wouldn’t allow himself to be this close with you, he always let his nerves get the best of him before he could get too comfortable. His soothing seems to work because your breathing steadies and you pull away from him with one last sniffle.

“Sorry,” you whisper, wiping away the stray tears. Your makeup was definitely messed up at this point, but you tried not to dwell on that thought too long. “It’s okay,” he repeats for what seems like the 100th time that night before asking you what happened.

You explain the whole situation to him, taking him through the emotional rollercoaster you had just been on. By the end of your story, he’s so mad. How could Jason toss you to the side so easily? “You deserve better than that,” he says, both in an attempt to make you feel better and to reassure himself that he would never treat you that way. You hum in response, not sure what to respond to such a vague statement. I mean, it seemed like the typical thing to say in a situation like this.

“I would never do that to you,” Matt says, but it comes out as an almost inaudible whisper. If you two weren’t sitting so close you would have missed it, but you still have to be sure that he actually said that. “What?” You ask, now it’s your turn to lean forward and look at his face. You’re trying to read his expression so you can figure out what he meant by that.

“I would never do that to you,” he repeats it louder this time. His tone is firm and confident because for the first time since he was ten years old he isn’t doubting his feelings for you. “Matt, what are you saying?” you ask, still unsure if he’s aware of what he’s saying right now. Maybe someone spiked the punch and he was drunk right now because the Matt you knew would never be so bold.

Seeing you cry was his last straw, his push to finally tell you how in love with you he was, “I’m saying that I would never do that to you. I would never mistreat you, I would love you and take care of you for forever if I could.” When you hear this, the butterflies in your stomach begin going crazy and if you don’t ground yourself now you might just throw up from excitement. Just when you think he’s done, he continues, “Y/n, I’ve loved you since we were ten years old when you walked into that classroom and sat next to me. I’ve just been too in denial to admit it until now.”

You don’t respond because you’re still registering everything and it’s driving Matt crazy. Had he just messed everything up? “You don’t have to say anything,” he attempts to backtrack, his mind racing with the thought of you being disgusted with his confession. He wishes he could read your mind and control time because if you didn’t feel the same way he could just rewind time and take it all back. Fortunately for him, you were internally jumping for joy.

He’s about to stand up and walk away like he always does when a situation becomes too uncomfortable, but he’s stopped by your hand on his shoulder. “I wish you would’ve said something sooner,” you say with a slight chuckle, the world’s biggest and brightest smile plastered on your face. Matt lets out a sigh of relief, immediately taking you face in his hands and doing the unthinkable.

His lips are on yours before he can stop himself, but, to his surprise, you kiss him back almost immediately. In that moment you felt every cliche take over your body; fireworks, sparks, butterflies, everything.

“I’ve loved you too,” you whisper when you two finally break away. This was the beginning of something beautiful.

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MASTERLIST

A/n: thank you for this request, it was so much fun to write! I hope it was what you were looking for & that you enjoy!!! Also, because you asked for a 5 in 1, I made this much longer than expected haha. I’m working on a few other stories/ requests, but if you guys are looking for something in particular feel free to ask! K byeee

- L.A.M.B 👼🏻💗

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snowflakesnsundry · 1 year ago

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Ty @wolfpup026 !! I have a lot of music, so i think it would be fun to just do this with my playlist for Until Dust ^.^ Maybe explain why i picked each a little bit, and what chapter they relate to in my mind! I will be skipping any songs that relate to chapters yet to come for spoiler reasons :P I will also be setting these up in order of chapter, so people can avoid spoilers if they like!! <3 Song titles link to youtube so you can listen to them! <3

The full playlist is HERE on Tidal

Act 1 Songs:

1. Games (The Punk AF Matt Square Mix)- Tessa Violet, lovelytheband - I picked this one for back in act one since it encompases almost the whole act; since the whole thing is about the game Reader ends up playing with Loki. She knows - to an extent- that he is messing with her, but somehow she cant resist continuing on.

2. Soap - Melanie Martinez - I picked this song to go along with chapter 13, though it can relate to a few others as well. This is the first time where the Reader realizes that a few wrong words can have serious consequences when it comes to the God of Mischief. She realizes she is going to have to be much more careful if she wants to make it home in one piece.

3. Devil's Backbone- The Civil Wars - A great song for chapter 25. Reader decides that, no matter what Loki may have been planning, she will stay beside him (Acts 2, 3, and some hints at 4 below the fold)

Act 2 Songs:

4. Amen - Amber Run - Chapter 40. Reader has lost so much at this point, and her reunion with Loki has been disasterous. When she tosses asside her journal, she leaves behind what came before, realizing she is-in some ways- now alone.

5. You Can Be So Cruel -Royal Blood - This song for me goes along with chapter 41. The lyrics are simple, but to me, it relates easily to the scene (and not just because Loki actually chokes her.) For the first time, Reader is seeing the Loki she was always warned about- not the one she had grown to love. It relates as well (in my mind) to the fixation Loki develops for her in that moment-the curiosity and suspicion that will lead him to chase her down and figure out who she really is.

6. The Killing Kind- Marianas Trench - Chapter 50, 51, and 52. I mean listen, is it a bit on the nose? yeah lol, but also it has the right sort of energy. I love Marianas Trench, every song is a journey- and this one covers so much of the sort of relationship between reader and Loki and the climax of this particular point in the story.

Act 3 Songs:

7. THE SNAKE- Lana Lubany -Chapters 67 and 68. Its this space in the story where the reader is beginning to let go of her adherence to laws. Prior to now she's been finding her strength. With Loki back, reader's newfound strength pairs with howe dearly she missed him previously- making it a little easier to break rules she would not have before.

8. Keep Lying - Donna Missal Chapter 81. Loki is convinced that this is the moment where he loses the love of his life. He cannot bring himself to beleive her assurances are true- and so, in an act of desperation, he lies to a great many people in a single day.

9. Dirty - Grandson - Chapter 90. Reader asks Loki to teach Fen a lesson, and she does. Something in Reader is changing- and shes beginning to realize that, sometimes, to protect what you love you have to get your hands dirty.

Act 4 Songs for the curious ones. No Explanations <3

10. This is Love- Air Traffic Controller

11. Angry Too - Lola Blanc

12. Sing To Me - MISSO, Death Stranding: Timefall

shuffle your ‘on repeat’ and post the first 10 songs

Thanks @cha-melodius for the tag! Here are mine :)

Choke - IDKHow

Stay Frosty Royal Milk Tea - Fall Out Boy

GOSSIP - Måneskin

INDUSTRY BABY - Lil Nas X

BABY SAID - Måneskin

Unholy - Sam Smith

DON’T WANNA SLEEP - Måneskin

I'm a Wanted Man - Royal Deluxe

Wolf in Sheep's Clothing - Set It Off

Teeth - 5 Seconds of Summer

No pressure tags: @insert-witty-user-name-here, @waterhorseyblues-ao3, @mobius-m-mobius, @blackbirdofasgard, @snowflakesnsundry

#loki fanfic #untildust #until dust #playlist #i tried to get just lyric videos #or just the songs #but some of these only had the music videos #so theres that

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murdcck · 2 years ago

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6 7, 8

@balldwin @gloriousxdarkness both asked for 6 & 8.

6.Is there a character that the rest of your fandom adores that you just don’t like/are indifferent to? Who is the character and why?

NONE. I think DD is the first show where I enjoy all the characters. I mean, they’re all so well written. I don’t LIKE Fisk, but his character is also just *CHEFS KISS*. You feel sympathy for him at points, while also acknowledging he is a straight up ass hole. I guess, though, if I had to pick, it’d probably be Stick. He isn’t in the show enough for me to really form an opinion other than; i hate this abusive dick.

8. Out of the really popular pairings in your fandom, what’s your nOTP?

I’d have to say FoggyxMatt. I think this is a popular pairing in the fandom? But I don’t... like it. I get the appeal, I really do. But for me, I just want Matt to have a person in his life that is there for him platonically. So many male friends are often shipped in fandoms, and sometimes I feel like that takes away the value of their friendship.

Matt is such a sexual character. He uses his sexuality and physical contact to keep people at a distance and also to get his needs met. Having someone in his life like Foggy, who’s like a brother to him, a sort of familial soul mate... That sometimes means more to me than any of Matt’s romantic pairings. Because Foggy is his brother, his template for right and wrong. Adding romance into that, I feel, would take away certain aspects their brotherhood provides.

ALSO... KarenxMatt, at least in the show. Matt was NOT in the right mind to be dating her. I feel terrible for Karen because, while Matt DOES have feelings for her, he was using her as a means to feel... normal, I guess? More Matt than Daredevil.

@bokketo and @gloriousxdarkness both asked 7.

7. List three honest flaws your favorite character has and talk about how those flaws make them problematic.

I LOVE TALKING ABOUT MATT’S FLAWS!! LOL. They all kinda connect. to each other.

Matt’s tendency to try and control every situation in his life. Matt has to feel like he has control. This sorta stems from his childhood, where his father would often drink to the point of delirium, and Matt would have to take care of him. Jack ( at least SHOW Jack ) was a good father emotionally: he loved his son, tried to keep him from becoming like him. Physically, Jack didn’t know how to properly take care of a child. He wasn’t a mother. He had Matt young, and he was left to care for him by himself. This resulted in Matt having to take up some parental responsibilities toward himself, and also caretaking of his father.

THEN he loses his eyesight. This is where his need to control situations really starts to come into play. He hates feeling helpless. And while he won’t admit it, he will put a friend down to take control of the situation. This isn’t ALWAYS the case, but when he gets into one of his manic moods, he will do this. Sometimes he gets so focused on something that other people’s opinions suddenly don’t matter.

Matt’s abandonment issues and relationship with love/family. He pushes people away because it’s easier than facing the inevitable disappointment in them leaving. People always leave Matt. His view on relationships isn’t healthy because he wants to keep people close, but his behavior keeps them at a distance. It’s why he does sleep around far more than he shoulder, and leaves in the morning. But when he does love, he tends to cling to that relationship. No, he doesn’t constantly bother them, but HE WILL put a lot of his hopes into it, which makes the ‘disappointment’ worse.

MATT AND VIOLENCE/ANGER. While he may say he doesn’t like hurting people, Matt’s lying. He’s a ‘choir boy’, but he takes some pleasure in beating a person. It provides an escape from the world and his problems. Violence is more a part of him than some might think, which is why Foggy has a hard time coming to terms with his DD persona, because he can SEE it in Matt. He can see that Matt really does enjoy going out at night, enjoys the violence, and even the pain. I’m sure he doesn’t like that side of Matt.

The best thing about Matt is that he DOES have a darker side to him, but he fights against that every day. He wants to be good. But fighting is also an outlet as much as it is a ‘duty,’ I guess.

#ch. study |「 THE DEVIL'S GOT NOTHING ON ME MY FRIEND 」#headcanon |「 IF I CAN STILL BREATHE I’M FINE 」#answered |「 A LAWYER’S OPINION 」#(#man there's more to matt's flaws but yeah #i think i expanded on more of them in some headcanons #)

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lost-in-the-80s · 4 years ago

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I’ve Never Seen You Here

Pairing: Axl Rose x Reader

Words: 2,889k

Summary: It's no secret that you and Axl desire each other, but what would happen if you met at a club? (smut)

A/N: This is my first smut, so sorry if it's shitty.

Warnings: Mature content, swearing, and unprotected sex. (Use a condom, guys!)

Tag list: @roger-taylors-car @ladieswttda add yourself to my tag list

It was a little past four on a Tuesday afternoon, you were behind the counter, with your back against it, fanning yourself with one of the menus, trying to get some relief from the hot summer weather in Los Angeles.

Your friend, Braeden stood in front of you, drying some glasses that had just been washed by you.

The bell on the entry door ranged, announcing new customers at the cafe.

You didn't mind looking who it was, you weren't really in the mood to deal with people now. You were just about to ask Braeden to take their orders when she spoke up.

"Your ginger is here" a smirk appearing on her lips.

You turned around just in time to see him passing through the door. He nodded in your direction in a greeting way. It was your turn to smirk.

Forgetting completely about your previous annoyance, you stretched your pink 60s inspired dress and picked your small notepad, walking towards his table.

He was there with his friends, all of them talking loudly about something that had happened on their way to the cafe.

He looked so cool with his leather jacket and bandana. Smoking hot, you would dare to say.

"Welcome to Flar's Cafe, what can I get you?"

You started writing down their orders as the skinny brunette started telling you, but you couldn't not see the way the ginger looked you up and down.

"Alright, I'll be right back."

Turning around, you walked back to the counter, feeling his gaze burn your back.

Once you got their food you went back to the table, placing everything on it.

"Anything else you might want?" You asked with a smile.

"That's all for today, sweetheart." The ginger answered with a grin.

It was always like this. They started coming to the cafe a few months ago, every time the ginger would call you a nickname or smirk at you. You would smirk back, or ask what they wanted, looking right into his eyes, just for the pleasure to see the lust that spackled on them.

The sexual tension between the two of you was so thick you could almost cut it with a knife.

Sometimes you wanted to bluntly ask for his number, or write yours and hand it to him, but you never got the guts, since all his friends were around.

You moved back to work, attending other tables, making coffee, cleaning the counter, but at every chance you got, you would look in his direction and sure enough, he would be looking at you.

"You're gonna keep this mouse and cat game 'till when?" Braeden spoke up, making you jump startled.

"What do you mean?"

"Why don't you just ask him for his number?"

"Because first: I'm working, that's not professional at all. Second: his friends are there, what if he says no and all of them start laughing at me?"

"You're just overthinking it!" She said rolling her eyes. "If work is the problem, why don't you meet him somewhere else?"

"As if it was easy to find him in the middle of L.A."

"I actually might know where he's gonna be on Friday…." She said with a smirk, leaning against the counter and raising her brows.

"Where!!??" You almost yelled with excitement, making some customers look in your direction. "Where?" You repeated in a much lower tone now.

"I-"

Before she could tell you, his friend with black fuzzy hair appeared behind the counter and interrupted her.

"25, right?" He asked, handing you their order form.

You got the paper from between his fingers and looked at the numbers fastly, making the count.

"Yes, 25." You said, putting the order form on the pile of the finished orders.

He handed you 30 bucks, telling you to keep the change.

You thanked him and watched as they walked away.

"Where, Braeden?"

She laughed a little. "When I passed near their table before, they were talking about going to this club on Friday."

"A club." You said thinking. "Do you think I should go?"

"Of course!"

"Come with me!"

"Hm, I don't know. I had plans for Friday." She looked at her nails.

You knew she was just waiting for you to beg her, she had nothing to do on Friday.

"Pleasee!! I'll let you choose my outfit!" You said hugging her from the side and making puppy eyes.

"Ok then." She said with a proud smile.

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The week passed by quickly, it was Friday now, you were at Braeden's place getting ready for the club.

She convinced you to curl your hair while she teased hers. You applied some natural makeup, while Braeden chose a red lipstick with a sparkling eyeshadow. It wasn't a surprise though, Braeden has always been the "Go big or go home" type of girl.

You two sang some Aerosmith song that played in the background, while you put on the final touches on your makeup.

"Hold on, I'm gonna get the dresses." She said before running to her bedroom.

She reappeared a few seconds later, holding a tight lime green dress and a tight black dress with some tule details.

"This one is yours!" She said, handing you the black one.

You matched your dress with some black high heels you had brought and she matched hers with a nude pair.

You two took a second to look at each other through the mirror. "We look fucking hot!" You said grinning.

"Hell yeah!" She said, high fiving you.

You two exited the apartment and walked for a good 15 minutes before you could hear the blasting music coming from the club, a huge line of people in front of it.

"Shit! Look at that line!" Braeden said, pointing with exasperation.

"Calm down, I'm gonna put us in."

Walking on the sidewalk, you stopped in front of a bald man at the door, with a clipboard in hands.

"Hi! Y/N Y/L/N" You said with a smile, trying to make your voice come out as smoothly as possible.

He looked at the papers and then looked back "Sorry, not on the list."

"What do you mean not on the list?" You said raising your voice. "I can't believe Matt forgot to put me on the list!"

You looked back at Braeden "Do you believe it? Two years together and he fucking forgets to put me on the list!"

You moved on, complaining about how Matt had forgotten to put you on the list, even though there was no Matt at all.

The man at the door started to look worried about the attention you were calling. He got the clipboard fastly and then looked up. "Matthew Anderson, right? I found him, you can come in!" He said, relief filling his voice.

"Yeah! That's him! Thank you, dude!" You said touching slightly his shoulder, in a way to thank him, before walking inside the club.

Red neon lights filled the room, and a Motlëy Crüe song got to your ears.

"Remind me to never go to a club without you." Braeden said laughing a little about your scene.

You laughed along and pointed to the bar. "Let's get something to drink." You shouted so that she could hear.

You both squeezed yourselves among the people dancing until you got to the bar, asking for two tequila shots.

The barman put the drinks on the counter and you drank before putting the glasses down with a loud sound.

"Woah! I know you two!" You heard a man saying from beside Braeden. It was the tall blonde, one of the ginger's friends.

"Hi!" Braeden said smiling.

"Are you girls having fun?" He asked with enthusiasm.

"We just got here!" She shouted.

"Wanna sit with us? We got a table." He shouted back.

You two exchanged looks before nodding in his direction.

He got five beers from the counter before telling you to follow him.

"Look who I found at the bar!" He said, catching the attention from the other men, putting the beers on the table. "Girls, I'm Duff, these are Axl, Steven, Izzy and Slash." He said pointing to each one of them.

So his name is Axl huh? You thought to yourself.

Axl and Slash sat at the edges of the booth, while the other two took the back part.

"I'm Braeden and this is Y/N!"

They greeted you two loudly and then asked you girls to take a seat. Watching as Axl and Slash opened up some space for you to sit. You sat beside Axl while Braeden and Duff sat beside Slash.

Duff started some conversation with Braeden, which she gladly got involved with. You were paying attention to them when you heard someone whispering in your ear.

"I've never seen you here." It was Axl.

"It's my first time here, to be honest."

He nodded. "It's nice seeing you without that pink dress." He said looking you up and down.

You smirked in his direction, taking his beer bottle for a sip when he offered you.

After a good 20 minutes, Duff came back with vodka shots, which made you all engage in conversation easier, talking about music and other stuff.

After a while, Axl put his arm around your shoulder, looking at you, to see if you would ask him not to do it. But after seeing your smile, he knew it was okay.

Another 30 minutes passed by, and another three shots of vodka with it. Def Leppard started playing and you and Braeden decided to go dance.

You moved your body with the beat, swaying your hips and singing out loud. Your body started to get hot, and you looked at the table seeing Axl's predator gaze in your direction, making your core start heating too.

Another song started playing, and that's when you saw the guys approaching you. You all started dancing together as good friends, but after a few minutes, you found yourself dancing suggestively around Axl, loving the way his eyes watched your hips.

You decided to make a move and turned around, pressing yourself on him while still dancing, rubbing yourself against his body. His hands found your hips as you two swayed to the song together.

After some minutes you started to feel a bulge forming in his pants, making a smirk crept your lips. That's when his hands moved to your waist and he turned you around, making you face him.

Your hands found the back of his neck and his hands went down to grab your butt. He leaned down and kissed you hungrily, making you moan slightly during the kiss.

When you parted ways to catch your breath, you bit his bottom lip, seeing his eyes get dark with desire.

He leaned down, near your ear and whispered. "You better stop doing this, doll, or you're gonna end up taking it to a new level."

His voice was husky with desire, making you even wetter.

"What if I want to take it to the new level?" You raised one of your brows.

He smirked at you, kissing you again.

"Bathroom?" He asked, still smirking.

"Bathroom!" You confirmed.

He grabbed your hand and started to lead you towards the bathroom, opening the door for you to enter first, before attacking your lips again.

You two moved towards one of the bathroom booths while still kissing, closing the door and looking for the lock on it, in between hair tugs and muffled moans.

Once the door was locked he pushed you against it, allowing you a few seconds of breath before his lips found yours again.

His hands went to the back part of your thighs, telling you to jump, which you gladly did, wrapping your legs around his waist as his hands found your butt again, this time to support you.

His mouth traveled from your lips to your jaw, before finally stopping at your neck. He started giving you sloppy kisses there, while he played with one of your boobs through your dress fabric.

His fingers found your nipple, squeezing it slightly, making a quiet moan escape your lips.

The sound made his member pulse inside his pants, making him bite your neck with voracity. You were sure there would be a mark there tomorrow.

You moved one of your hands to his bulge, palming him through his pants, making a muffled moan escape his lips.

You saw that as an incentive to slide your hand inside his leather pants. You palmed him gently, moving your hand up and down his length slowly.

He groaned before kissing your lips again. One of his hands finding your waist and tugging at it with force.

You pulled apart to breathe and his hand found your core, his fingers touched you through your panties and he smirked, feeling your wetness.

He put your panties to the side, and his index finger traveled between your folds, getting wet with your liquids before entering you slowly.

You moaned again, giving him the approval he needed to slide another finger inside of you.

"So wet already, baby." The nickname made you moan one more time, as you closed your eyes and enjoyed the feeling.

You got so caught in the moment, that you had to take your hand out of his pants to put it on his shoulder for support, not sure if you could trust your legs anymore.

He removed his fingers from you, making you whine at the loss of sensation. His fingers traveled up to his lips, where he sucked them looking at your eyes.

His green eyes were almost brown now, and his pupils were dilated with lust. He kissed you one more time, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

He pushed your dress up to your waist and unbolted his pants, moving his hands up and down his length a few times.

"Are you sure?" He asked, gaze burning your eyes.

"Yes!" You said kissing him again.

That's when you felt his member collecting some of your juices before sliding slowly inside of you, making you moan slightly.

He waited for a while, for you to get adjusted, before he started to thrust at a slow pace in and out of you.

You both moaned and your hands found his hair, pulling it. He used one of his hands to support you and the other he put on the door behind you, to help him get some stability to thrust harder inside of you.

And that's exactly what he did, his once calm thrusts became fast and hard and you were sure anyone in the bathroom would be able to hear your bodies colliding against each other.

He straightened up a little, which gave him a whole new angle that hit your sweet spot instantly, making you let go of a loud moan.

"Yes! Right there" you said between moans, as he promptly obeyed. Hitting your core ever harder.

After a few minutes you both were moaning loud enough to fill the whole bathroom, your bodies were sweating and his thrusts were becoming sloppier.

The constant hit against your sweet spot made your walls start to clench around him, making him groan huskily.

"Oh my god! I'm gonna cum!" You announced, feeling the pleasure take control of your body. Your eyes closed and your head fell back, hitting the door, while a series of moans and incoherent words left your mouth.

"Yes, baby, cum for me!" Axl said, using his thumb to circle your clit, making you moan even louder. "Come on, doll, cum for me!"

His thrusts became faster and you felt a wave of pure pleasure take over your body as you hit your climax, moaning his name.

He thrust inside of you a couple more times before he came too, biting on your shoulder to muffle his loud groan. Shots of his cum filling you, while you moaned with the sensibility of your core after your orgasm.

He held you for a few more seconds before he placed you gently on the floor, your hands still on his shoulders, to make sure you weren't gonna fall.

"Fuck" you said, adjusting your hair.

"Yeah, fuck!" He said, laughing a little, while he adjusted his pants again.

You two opened the door, glad to see that there wasn't anyone else in the bathroom.

You moved towards the sink, looking at your reflection in the mirror. Your hair was a mess, your makeup all smudged, your neck full of red marks that you were sure would become bruises soon. You quickly fixed your dress and your hair, trying to fix your makeup in the best way you could, while he fixed his hair too.

"So…" He cleared his throat. "Will I see you again?... Out of the cafe, I mean."

You smiled at him a little, before looking for a pen in your purse. "Maybe…" you smiled suggestively now. "Why don't you call me someday and we find out?"

You grabbed his hand, writing down your number on it.

"You can be sure I'll call you, princess." He said, smirking.

"Are you ready?"

You nodded and so the two of you left the bathroom and went back to your previous table, laughing at the shouts and whistling coming from your friends.

#harley writes #axl rose #axl rose fanfic #axl rose imagine #axl rose fic #axl rose x reader #axl rose smut #guns n roses #guns n roses fanfic #guns n roses x reader #guns n roses imagine #guns n roses fic

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cloveroctobers · 4 years ago

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LEVEL 1 — Perception

A/n: to make things easier due to my hectic work schedule...I’m deciding on writing blurbs or short fics for right now, to get content out in a timely manner. I’m open to writing pairings but I notice those don’t get that much attention but I’m attempting to do so anyways...at least at the start of this series which is absolutely inspired by we’re not really strangers. I love the game, it’s very personal and intense so if you have the chance, get it if you’re open to connecting with the people you care about in a passionate way. I’ve also decided to make the characters a little bit older...college wise/around the actors ages based on these questions lol even tho these teens are already dramatic + have a lot going on.

Synopsis: a interviewer that Spencer is very familiar with, Rochelle Mosley has resurfaced to complete her senior year project at Claremont as a journalist. Rochelle is all about going big and never going home, so the first person on her list is one of the guy’s that intrigued her the most not so long ago. So she reached out to Thee Spencer James and to put the word out to anyone else that might be interested. And here we are!

::: S. James + O. Baker ::: All to me

Rochelle is seen running her finger over her pearly whites, making sure they’re squeaky clean after eating her brunch which consisted of a poached egg, an açaí bowl, served with lemon water. She already spent twenty minutes brushing her teeth and whitening them last night to prepare for this moment. She knew this idea would guarantee her nothing but a A+. She had friends from the film department around helping her with the equipment and due to this Panasonic it made things chaotic opposed to having this interview face to face.

Rochelle knew that she could have at least met with Spencer for his half but decided to do what he was comfortable with. She wouldn’t push any boundaries...yet. Regardless it would have to be a video call since Olivia attended MassArt and appeared that she would not be coming back to California any time soon, according to her insta stories that is.

Nonetheless Rochelle knew how to negotiate so here she was working on their terms. With a sigh, she straightened out her posture, fixed the waves in her hair, reapplied some matte lipstick—again, glanced around her to make sure she liked her set up and eyed her friends to make sure they were doing what they were getting paid for, and plastered on a commercial smile as she connected the video call waiting on her two guests.

It only took a minute for Spencer’s face to pop in.

“Spencer!” Rochelle greeted which he replied with slight raised brows and a smile at her volume, “so glad you can be here and punctual at that.”

Spencer answered, “well you know, if I agreed to be something I don’t want to waste anybody’s time ya know?”

“Always the wise one aren’t you?” Rochelle commented before continuing on, “how are things? How is UCLA?”

“I really like it here, uh. I’m almost done with my sophomore year, but with the way things are looking right now? Might have to switch to remote this spring semester...we’re all basically on standby at the moment. It’s crazy times but we gon’ get through it, I know it.” Spencer chatted with ease.

Rochelle was multitasking looking to the side at her phone to keep track of time. Olivia Baker was five minutes late now, which was slowly working Rochelle’s nerves. The girl had her number and although they didn’t talk much through texts or through anything really, it was common courtesy to let someone know if you were going to be late or couldn’t make it.

“Yes! We have to keep a optimistic attitude as best as we can. I hope you’re being safe out there?” Rochelle met Spencer’s eyes, after silently debating if she should send Miss. Olivia a text.

Spencer dipped his head, “absolutely. And yourself?”

“Oh yes, honey. This thing is ruining lives unexpectedly but it’s insane to me that people believe this isn’t real. It’s the denial for me. Especially here in California! Then when they catch it, it’s suddenly a different tune. Sure the numbers might be a little questionable but not too much is a lie. Read the facts, do the research. But—

Olivia showed up. Eight minutes later...

Rochelle forced a smile, “Olivia Baker! How nice of you to join us.”

“I know, I know. I’m super late and I’m sure you don’t want to hear the excuses so let’s just dive right into this social experiment project thing you have going on. Sorry by the way.” Olivia rambled which Spencer chuckled at.

Olivia paused, “hey, Spencer.”

“Hey, Liv.”

Rochelle picked up on the chemistry or tension or whatever you want to name it. It was all still there and oh so fresh. She knew this would be good and knew they had to be the first on her list. Sure Rochelle maybe a year or two older than these two but she also had friends that were younger and gossipers like her so she always had the inside scoop when she needed it. So yes, she knew all about spelivia.

“How’s Boston?” Rochelle asked politely, breaking the two’s stare contest.

Olivia inhaled, “it’s better than California, that’s for sure. It feels like I’m getting a fresh new start and it’s just what I needed.”

“Yeah i see you’re at your best there. You seem to be thriving.”

“well yeah, because it’s new. Sometimes you need to get away, I mean I’ve been in California for eighteen years of my life. I always knew I wanted to be somewhere else...don’t get me wrong, California is still very much my home.”

Nice save there, Olivia.

Rochelle clasped her hands together with a wide smile after a small silence filled the air after Olivia’s statement.

“Moving right along, I’ve sent the both of you a series of questions that you both should have received correct?”

Spencer pulled the padded envelope from the side and waved it in front of camera. Rochelle smiled at how organized this guy was and shifted her glance to Olivia who widened her doe brown eyes.

“Ah, yeah I’ve got that. It should be around here somewhere? Hopefully. If it’s not then it’s definitely in the car.” Olivia pointed.

Rochelle sighed, “very well. Please proceed on retrieving the envelope, it’s crucial to this interview.”

Olivia scooted back from the desk and held up a finger as she disappeared from the screen. Rochelle turned back to the brown boy who was toying with the tan object.

“Have you read any of the questions, Spencer James?”

“I really haven’t had the time to, no.”

“Great!” Rochelle quipped, “this will make this experience truly authentic.”

Spencer thought about what was said, wondering where this would get him. He understood what Rochelle informed him in the email and she answered all of his questions. He knew this wouldn’t strictly be about him and Olivia since he invited his friends along for the ride as well.

“Please open the envelope as we wait on Olivia. BUT only read the first question on the first card, we don’t want you to get too far ahead of yourself since that wouldn’t be fair to Olivia.” Rochelle instructed while Spencer took a small inhale before doing so.

Spencer read over the card, his eyes flying over the words as he read them pretty quickly. He hummed at that which Rochelle began to question him on but Olivia announced her presence.

“I’ve got it!” She let out in a sang-song voice.

“Olivia, please open the envelope but only read your first card’s question. Spencer has already done so while we were waiting for you,” Rochelle instructed before turning back to the sophomore, “Spencer, whenever you’re ready please read the question and answer.”

How would the person closest to you describe you in three words?

Olivia halted as she pulled out her own card as Spencer showed the card while reading it from the side.

“I’d think they would say I’m...compassionate, hardworking, and...loving?” Spencer announced, taking his time on thinking that over.

It was Rochelle’s turn to hum as she asked, “Do you agree with his choices, Olivia?”

Olivia was confused. “W-what?”

“Would you say Spencer is: compassionate, hardworking, and loving?”

Olivia quickly recovered, “we don’t know if Spencer is referring to me on that question.”

“Spencer, when answering this question who are you saying is the closet person to you?”

“I—uh—I consider a handful of people that are close to me.” Spencer expressed, “but I’d be lying if I didn’t say Olivia isn’t the first person that came to mind. Even though there’s a shift right now in our...relationship due to the distance—among other things...we’re still the closest and that speaks for itself.”

Rochelle gave a smug smile as she looked at Olivia who opened and closed her mouth. Before Rochelle could encourage Olivia to read her question, she already went forth after clearing her throat a few times.

What reality show do you think I’m most likely to binge watch? Explain.

Olivia peered up at Spencer.

“Oh? I’m supposed to answer this about her now? Aight. Lemme see...i don’t know you seem to find a lot of free time to watch things...maybe it’s a film major thing? Months ago you were watching ‘I love New York, then you told me you and Simone were watching ‘Love is Blind’ or—

“It was actually ‘married at first sight’.” Olivia cut in.

Spencer widened his eyes and pointed at the screen with a small laugh, “that makes sense.”

“Why?” Rochelle wanted to know.

Spencer’s answer was firm, “that’s not our business to tell.”

Rochelle scribbled a quick note on that, ruling these two out on that question to ask later. She made sure to circle Simone’s name and put a question mark next to it.

“To answer your previous question,” Spencer redirected the interview back, “since a lot of these were love reality shows...I know that’s not the only genre you watch and you listen to a lot of podcasts. So I’m gonna say this show called, ‘alone.’”

Olivia blinked.

Rochelle waved her hands as she signaled for one of her friends to find the show on the laptop they were on, “have you watched this show, Spencer? And please elaborate on why you chose this show for Olivia?”

“No I haven’t. I only saw the trailer for it randomly when I was on YouTube watching lebron’s greatest moments clips.” Spencer replied earning a snort from Olivia and a eye-roll from Rochelle, “I picked that show because Liv feels that way, always. Like she’s never been seen before, truly seen. And this show tests these guys to survive on their own in the wilderness, putting not only their bodies but their minds through a lot. It’s mainly about survival that much I gained from the trailer. Liv’s always been a loner for as long as I’ve known her and feels that’s how she knows how to survive by doing it all on her own when she doesn’t have to. I see that and I understood that from my first day at Beverly.”

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#all american #spelivia #Spencer James #Olivia Baker #all american cw #spencer x olivia

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pucksnsticksnhockeyboys · 5 years ago

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what do you say

summary: you never were the best at addressing your feelings with Matthew, and neither was he.

warnings: mentions of smut, some steaminess, alcohol

word count: 4.7k

Your mother had always told you hindsight was 20/20 vison, but back then you just rolled your eyes and kept on complaining about how you regretted sending an embarrassing text to the guy you liked.

But now you knew what she meant. And the irony was not lost on you.

You should have made your friend tell you where she was taking you. You shouldn’t have let her pick your outfit for the evening, the lacy dark green bodysuit tucked into a pair of black skinny jeans a tad too revealing for your taste, even when paired with a jacket.

And you most definitely should have turned and walked out the door the moment you realized whose house party you were at.

“I’m leaving.” You stated firmly, turning to face Isabelle the moment you crossed into the apartment. Your back was to the crowd, and your friend shot you an innocent look before searching the crowd. “I thought you said this was a party by the guy you were seeing.”

“It is.” She looked a bit sheepish, and you raised a brow in question.

“Then why is half the Flames roster here?” It was pretty easy for you to recognize the players for two reasons. The only one you were willing to admit to was that you were a pretty big hockey fan and had dragged Isabelle to more than her fair share of games. Her sheepish smile grew, and you felt a wave of worry wash over you.

“What would you say if I told you he was on the team? And that I’m not just seeing him, but he’s kinda my boyfriend?”

You wanted to be annoyed, you really did. Annoyed that she didn’t tell you she was seeing a hockey player—not that you cared about his status, she just knew how much you loved the sport—and annoyed that she hadn’t mentioned her change in relationship status.

But that would make you a hypocrite.

See, a few months ago you had hooked up with Calgary’s very own Matthew Tkachuk. And then you kept hooking up. It was a no strings attached relationship that developed into a friends with benefits as a result of the sometimes hours of hanging out with him before actually hooking up with him. You hadn’t told Isabelle about it, because you knew things were too good to be true, and you had been right.

Because then you had to go and fall for the guy. To save yourself from having to explain why things couldn’t continue the way they were, you ended things with him. He tried to protest and salvage your relationship, but you thought the best thing for you would to be to cut him out of your life. It had been weeks since you had last seen him.

And now he was probably at this party, and you were going to have to spend your whole night avoiding him instead of getting to know your best friend’s new boyfriend.

“Who is he?” You settled on answering with, and if Isabelle saw the way all the color drained from your face, she didn’t comment on it. Instead, she seemed to find whoever she was searching for because a smile lit up her face and she was tugging you by the wrist into the party before you could make good on your threat of leaving.

“Noah! Hey!” She called, dropping your hand in favor of embracing the hockey player with a kiss and a hug. When she finally pulled away, she turned to face you with a grin, and her happiness did little to help the dread that was piling in the pit of your stomach. She introduced the two of you, and you had to pretend like you hadn’t heard so much about him from Matt.

“It’s nice to meet you.” Noah shook your hand, one of his arms swinging over Isabelle’s shoulders. “I was starting to think she didn’t want me to meet her friends.”

“If anything, she was hiding you from us.” You teased, keeping your gaze focused on him and forcing yourself to not search the party for any signs of the curly haired nuisance that had taken up residence in your mind rent free for so long.

“Protecting him from you, more like.” Isabelle shot back, earning laughs from both you and Noah. You rolled your eyes at her, and before you could come up with something to say back you were interrupted by someone calling Noah’s name and beckoning him over to the pong table.

“If you want to get a drink, everything’s in the kitchen right through there.” Noah told you and you nodded, silently cursing Isabelle for abandoning you for her boyfriend. You were stuck between deciding whether or not to follow them to the cup pong table, but you figured if you were going to spend the night wondering whether or not you were going to run into Matthew, you needed something to drink.

The kitchen was mostly abandoned, and quickly spotted the cups, alongside vodka and some mixers. You were in the middle of pouring the cranberry juice into your cup when you heard someone enter the kitchen, but you were so distracted by trying to make your drink strong but still palpable that you didn’t look up.

“What, not doing shots tonight?” You would recognize that voice anywhere. Smug, cocky, and somehow endearing all at the same time. You stayed facing the counter as if that would make him go away.

“Last time I did shots I had to sneak out of some guy’s apartment the next morning.” You shot back, cursing yourself for how easily you fell back into your banter with him. It had always been too easy with him.

“You didn’t have to run off, I would have made you breakfast.” There was a lightness in his tone that you honestly didn’t expect, since considering the last time you saw him you were telling him you didn’t want to sleep with him anymore.

“Matthew.” You warned lowly, finally turning on your heel to look up at the boy. You kind of regretted it, though, because you were reminded with just how handsome he was and how much you missed being around him. You didn’t miss the sneaking out of his apartment or the feeling of wanting more with someone who only called your name once the sun set. “That’s not what we do. Did.” You were quick to catch yourself, because your rendezvous were in the past tense and would stay that way for as long as you could help it.

Matt’s grin faltered for a second before his cocky front was back up. It hurt to watch; you knew that he was so much more than how he was portrayed in the media. Yeah, he was a pest and there was no denying that, but he was also incredibly kind and ridiculously funny. But that was part of his danger, funny guys were always the ones to watch out for because one minute you’re laughing and the next your pants are on the floor and you’re in his bed.

At least, that’s what happened with you and him.

“Is this new?” He questioned, and you only knew he was talking about your bodysuit because his hand slipped underneath your jacket and was brushing over the material at your side. His gaze was flicking back from the garment to you and it took all your willpower to not melt into him right then and there.

You gripped his wrist, moving his hand away from you. He separated with no argument, and that almost made you want to scream even more. Of course, he had to be a gentleman and take being rejected so easily. If he had pitched a fit, it would have made ending things with him so much easier for you.

“It doesn’t matter.” You tried to keep your voice steady, but you couldn’t meet his gaze, not when he was grinning so devilishly handsomely and especially not when his simple touch brought back memories of your past nights spent together. Matt sighed, moving away from you to lean backwards against the kitchen island while you stayed rooted in your spot by the counter.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, and it was honestly a valid question. When you first started your whole no strings attached arrangement, you had made a rule to not mix friend groups. It was why Isabelle had no idea you had a past with Matthew and Noah had no idea who you were. You had some close calls, definitely—that one time Johnny had barged into Matt’s apartment while you were there and you heard him teasing Matt about having a girl in his room still made you flushed and you hadn’t even technically been caught.

“I’m here with a friend, apparently she’s dating your teammate, Noah.” You explained, finishing your sentence with a long sip of your drink and a wince. It was definitely stronger than you meant it to be but at this rate you didn’t care. Matt’s laugh was loud in the kitchen, and you hadn’t realized it before, but the other people that had been in there with you had long since left.

“That’s ironic, considering we used to—”

“Don’t finish that sentence.” You interrupted. Your threat was empty and both of you knew there was honestly nothing you could do to stop him, but he laughed at you anyways and held his hands up in innocence.

“I won’t say it, but you know, you could always come back to mine after tonight.” He smirked. You hated to admit it, but the offer was tempting. You hesitated, and as the seconds ticked by since he made the proposition his smug grin only grew.

“I can’t, Matthew. We ended things, and let’s just be civil for the sake of our friends.” You reasoned, and once again his expression faltered. Only, this time, he didn’t go back to being smug and instead studied you for several tense moments of silence.

“No, you ended things. I was perfectly fine the way things were.” His tone was colder than what you were used to hearing from him, he wasn’t harsh, but it was definitely clear that something was wrong. You chuckled dryly at him, the comment irking you because you were not fine at all with the way things were.

“We’re just friends now, nothing more.” You told him decisively before slipping past him and back into the rest of the party.

Oh, how you would come to regret saying that.

Admittedly, you were never really good at telling Matthew no. But now, with this whole friendship angle you had given him, he was taking things to a new level. He started texting you more often, claiming that friends had conversations. And as much as it hurt you to do so, you were responding to each and every one of his texts without fail. You figured, fine, he’s not doing any damage through the phone and there’s no way you’d accidently end up in his bed if he stayed in his place on the other side of Calgary.

But then he showed up at your apartment.

“Matthew—” You started to whine as soon as you opened the door and found him standing on the other side, heart skipping a beat as you catalogued just how attractive he looked. It wasn’t fair that he always looked so incredibly handsome, whether he was in his game day suit or a pair of sweatpants like he was currently.

“Friends can have dinner together and watch a movie.” He grinned innocently at you from your doorway. He had a point, but you didn’t think that applied to people who had seen each other naked.

“I’m not sleeping with you.” You narrowed your eyes at him, stepping aside to let him in. It probably wasn’t a good idea, but you weren’t one for making good decisions when it came to Matthew. He just laughed at you, making himself comfortable in your apartment.

“I mean, I wouldn’t say no, but that’s not what I’m here for.” He snickered, grinning at you despite the frown you wore as you watched him warily. He had found your living room, and quickly took up residence on the center of your couch, arms spread on the back, so you’d be within his reach no matter where you sat. He did it on purpose, if the self-satisfied grin he wore told you anything. “I’ll even pay for takeout to make it up to you.”

And you were never one to pass up a free dinner, so an hour later Matt was still at your apartment, empty Chinese food containers on your coffee table and a movie of your choice on the television. You had started on the cushion farthest from him, an action that did not go unnoticed. He sighed, assuring you with a grin that he didn’t bite, unless, of course, you wanted him to.

He earned a shove to the shoulder for that comment.

Calgary was cold in the winter, and your apartment was really quite cheap, so it wasn’t long before you were shivering. You pulled the blanket that was folded on the back of the couch over your legs, warming only a small amount.

You let out a surprised yelp as Matt’s arms wound around your waist and he yanked you across the couch and into his side. He was laughing at your reaction and you simply glared at him. His arm moved out from around you and back to resting in its previous position on the top of the couch, but you weren’t quick to move away from him.

“I’m cold, and you have a blanket, so we can share.” He stated, and you rolled your eyes.

“You could use your words, you know.” You shot back, keeping your gaze focused on the screen and hoping that Matt was doing the same so he couldn’t see the smile you were trying to hide. It was moments like these, where he was being an adorable pest, that reminded you just why you fell for him the way you did.

The thing with Matthew was that he was always able to get you exactly where he wanted. Or maybe, you were just so far gone for him that when he said jump you asked how high. Either way, as the movie resumed, and his hand found its way from the back of the couch to brushing against your shoulder absentmindedly, you found yourself leaning into him slightly. His touch was electrifying, and you felt an undeniable pull towards him. You could handle it; you were an adult and could stop yourself from jumping his bones.

But then the movie played a sex scene you didn’t remember it having. And if you had known it was there, you would have picked something else. Matt chuckled lowly beside you, and you felt the vibrations through your whole body.

The scene brought back memories of the dozens of times you were in bed with Matt and how he’d make you feel like you were on top of the world. Subconsciously, your thighs clenched together at the memory of how it felt to have his head between your legs, momentarily forgetting that he could feel you shift from where you were sitting pressed against him.

“Tense?” He questioned, and you whipped your head around to look at him and his ever-present shit-eating grin. God, you hated how handsome he was. The curls, the light scruff he had been wearing as of late, his playful blue eyes—he was everything you could ever want in a guy, not even mentioning his whole cocky persona that did wonders for you. It was like switch had been flipped inside you as you studied him, a ghost of your past relationship taking control.

You either really hated yourself and had no self-control or it had been longer than you thought since the last time you had been with someone because before you even knew it you had launched yourself into Matt’s lap. As soon as you were straddling his thighs, his hands came to rest on your waist and yours went to his curls the same way they had dozens of times before.

There was a split second where nothing happened and you simply looked at each other, and you saw what looked like hesitation in his eyes. But it was gone as quick as it appeared as your lips landed heavily on his.

Kissing him was familiar, like coming home, and that thought terrified you so instead of dwelling on it too long you focused on grinding down Matthew and slipping your tongue in his mouth. He was intoxicating, and you wondered if it was really such a bad idea if you reignited your previous no strings attached arrangement, feelings be damned.

It was a horrible idea. But you were never one for making the best choices, and you really didn’t feel like starting right then as you rolled your hips against his once more.

But then Matt pulled back with a groan, like he couldn’t believe he was making himself separate. His hands were firm on your waist, grip tightening just a bit more as you raised a brow at him questioningly.

“You said no sex, and I don’t want to cross that line.” He explained, and you leaned back, studying him for any signs of insincerity. This was your Matthew, sweet, caring, and thoughtful. No matter how the media framed him, you saw the man that gushed about his mom and sister to you for a half hour one night.

And though you had been the one to start things, you were glad that he was respecting the boundaries you had set in place when he arrived. Though, it wasn’t doing anything for the continuously growing feelings you were harboring for him.

Or the growing ache between your legs.

But you had to get over him—and getting under him wasn’t going to be any help.

“Thank you, Matty.” You whispered, and his responding smile, albeit tighter than it should be, warmed your heart. You climbed off his lap, settling into your previous seat to try and watch the rest of the movie. Admittedly, it was a little difficult, with the way you both were restlessly shifting to try and get comfortable.

“Okay, this was fun, but I have to go.” Matthew announced, a lightness to his tone as he jumped up from the couch. The movie wasn’t over, there was at least another forty minutes left, but he had already found his coat and was shrugging it on by the time you came to your senses and caught up with him.

“Why are you leaving so suddenly?” Your question was met with a chuckle as he stopped by the door.

“I’ve got to go take a cold shower.” He teased. Your face flushed at his words, gaze flicking down to his crotch to see he that was, in fact, half hard from your brief make out session on the couch. You flushed even more when you realized justwhere exactly you had been looking. He chuckled again, and you knew you had been caught. Just before he could slip out the door, he pressed a quick kiss to your cheek, the action making your eyes flutter shut for a moment on their own accord. And then he was gone, and you were left wondering just what the hell had happened.

But you knew one thing for certain—a cold shower sounded like a really good idea.

As weird as that night had been, it was the first of many. You found yourself back in your normal routine of going to his after games, except this time there was no hooking up and instead you would watch a movie, or you would cook dinner for him. Neither of you made a move, besides Matt’s obvious flirting and the quick kisses he’d press to your cheek or the top of your head when parting. And then he started asking you to go with him for coffee sometimes, which morphed into meeting him for lunch.

You were in unknown territory. Up until then, your relationship was clearly defined as being set in the bedroom and mostly physical. Now, you were spending time together in the light of day and in pubic settings where there was no chance of Matt getting lucky. It did nothing to help your feelings, it felt like you were dating and doing things the right way instead sneaking out of his bed every other day when he was home.

All these new developments in your relationship with Matthew was why you had easily agreed to meet him for lunch.

The restaurant was a little fancier than the casual places you usually frequented with him, but you didn’t mind. It was a bit packed, considering it was the lunch rush on a Saturday, but eventually you spotted his familiar mop of curls.

Except, he wasn’t at the table alone, and when he stood to greet you, the two other people sitting at the table turned. You recognized them instantly, and you were certain that the blood had never drained from your face faster.

Much like you should have done at that party weeks ago, you turned on your heel and promptly left the restaurant.

Your feet were carrying you outside fast, but Matt had the advantage of not only being several inches taller than you, but also a professional athlete, so you were only a few feet away from the door when he had caught up to you and was calling your name.

“Why the fuck are your parents in there!” You spun around, facing a guilty looking Matthew. His hands were raised like he was afraid you’d run off—even further—if he moved too quickly. Your heart was pounding in your chest, there was no way you could meet his parents and still carry on as if nothing was wrong. As if you weren’t falling for him harder and harder with each passing day.

“I should have said something about them coming—”

“Yeah, you think?” You cut him off with a scoff, not believing that was what he chose to lead with. Not an ‘I’m sorry.’ or ‘I didn’t know they were coming and by the time I saw they were here my phone was dead and I couldn’t warn you.’ The second one was highly unlikely, but you had a hard time thinking that he would drop a bomb like this on you without any heads up.

“It’s just, they were in town and I wanted you to meet them, but I didn’t know if you would show up.” He scratched back of his neck awkwardly, his gaze fluttering all around but never landing on you directly. And, okay, that was a lot to process, but you could only focus on his actual words and not any deeper meaning behind him.

“And what, introduce myself by saying ‘Hi, I’m the girl that used to sleep with your son, but now we don’t do that anymore except for that one time I made out with him and he shot me down.’ Is that what I should do?” You knew you were being dramatic, but you didn’t care in the moment. What mattered was that Matt realized that him bringing you to meet his parents was not a good idea. You were still trying to figure out where you stood with Matt, you assumed that you were just friends, but his actions completely blew that idea out of the water.

Annoyingly, Matt was not as panicked as you were. Instead, his grin only grew as you ranted and by the time you had finished, he was full-on laughing. You pouted, swatting his shoulder playfully to get him to stop. Your heart was fluttering at the sound, and that wasn’t very helpful in trying to figure out what was going on.

“I mean, you could say that. But I would just give them your name. And I wouldn’t say I rejected you, you’re the one that said no sex.” His grin was bright, and you only pouted further at him. His expression faltered, morphing into a more serious one as he gestured with his head towards the restaurant. “Are you going to come inside?”

“What are we doing, Matthew? Because if you’re not in this to start something, then I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to stay.” You sighed, a bit defeated and a bit exhausted at not knowing where you stood with him. His brow furrowed, as if he was confused, before he smiled and he wrapped his arms around your shoulders, tugging you into his chest.

“I wanted you to be my girlfriend months ago, but then you said you didn’t want to sleep with me anymore, and I figured that was your way of saying you weren’t interested.” He mumbled into the hair on the top of your head as he kept you pressed into him. You went to interrupt, probably scream something incoherent about how you wanted something more back then, too, but he continued. “And when you showed up at that party, it kind of felt like I got a second chance, you know? I let you walk out the first time when I started things by hooking up, so I started hanging out with you without sex and somehow it was even better.”

“Matthew…” You breathed, pushing away from him so you could look up at him. It was too much, hearing him say all these sweet things you’d been wanting to hear for months without being able to look into his eyes.

“Don’t get me wrong the sex was amazing, but I love hanging out with you.” He joked, and you could tell from the look in his eyes that he was worried that you were taking his confession wrong. You chuckled at him, and it was then that you realized that you had a tight grip on his shirt, and he snickered when he glanced down and saw your white knuckles. “What do you say? Be my girlfriend finally?”

“I like hanging out with you, too.” You started slowly, trying to wade through all the feelings Matt had thrown you at you in such a short amount of time. “I’d like hanging out with you a bit more if you didn’t spring your parents on me.”

He tilted his head back and laughed at that, and you just admired him. You briefly entertained the idea of what it would have been like if he had just simply asked you on a date when you first met at the bar, instead of inviting you back to his apartment, but you dismissed the thought. That would’ve been too easy, and Matthew was anything but easy.

You let go of his shirt, hands moving up to cup his face and tug his head down to meet you for a kiss. His hands gripped your waist, steadying you as he kissed you back with a sweetness that had never quite been there before. It made sense, you were entering a new phase with Matt, the kisses would be better.

“My parents are waiting for us.” Matt mumbled against your lips, still unable to get himself to tear away from you. You grinned, linking your hand through his before he led you back inside. He kept glancing at you over his shoulder as he walked, his bright grin landing on you and each time you squeezed his hand.

When you finally got back to the table, his parents were still sitting there, and though they clearly were a little confused, they still smiled brightly at you.

“Sorry, we’re all good now.” Matt apologized. And though you were a little flushed from embarrassment, you couldn’t help the smile you were wearing as Matt leaned over and pressed a kiss to your temple. His parents shot him a confused look and you took the chance to extend your hand out for his parents to shake.

“Hi, I’m Matt’s girlfriend.”

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prince-septimus · 4 years ago

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bruised feelings

pairing : matt murdock x nurse!reader

summary : you both know the smell of blood and the way it sticks all too well -- for different reasons, but you know it all the same.

word count : 1.3k

You had grown used to the late nights. You’d been working extra hours lately, what with the low staff and immense number of patients constantly coming through, and while it wore you out most days, you found yourself finally coming home and never being able to sleep.

Which came in handy for when Daredevil needed someone to tape him back together.

You jumped at the sound of something landing on your balcony, the mug you had been holding slipping from your grasp in the process. It shattered against the ground and you cursed. You heard the balcony screen door opened and yelled out, “hold on, Matt,” as you kneeled to pick up the bigger pieces. You were glad you hadn’t thought to take your shoes off when you got home.

“Everything okay?”

He’d appeared at the end of the counter next to you, and you wished he could be that quiet when he decided to come banging around outside your apartment.

“Fuck,” you said softly, sticking your now bleeding finger into your mouth as you stood, dumping the broken pieces into the trash bin. “Broke a mug.”

Matt’s head tilted. He must’ve taken his mask off the moment he entered your apartment because there it sat on the counter next to him. There was a cut along his brow that you might have to stitch up. “You’re bleeding.”

He made to step forward, but you held a hand up. “Fuck, Matt, I’m fine. Pricked my finger. Just give me a second.” When he didn’t take the step, you reached beside your fridge to grab the broom there and began to sweep up the rest of the broken ceramic.

“Good thing I’m not bleeding out.”

You wished Matt could see the way you glared at him. “Don’t start.”

He frowned. “Bad day?”

“No worse than usual.”

“You don’t usually react that badly when I show up.”

You shoved the dustpan full of broken pieces into the bin and sighed. “Long day. Too much blood. Come on.”

Matt knew your apartment well enough that you no longer needed to guide him. He followed you towards your bedroom, waiting there as you retrieved your first aid kit from the bathroom.

“Sit,” you ordered, and Matt complied easily. You made to clean up his brow first, wiping the blood that had dripped down his cheek. “You don’t need stitches.” You liked that he never flinched when you cleaned and dressed his wounds. “Any other injuries?”

Matt turned his head slightly and you caught sight of the purple bruising running along his jaw. “Popped my shoulder out too. Got it back in, but it wouldn’t hurt to check.”

You finished with his brow before grabbing his chin, careful not to catch the bruise. “Just bruised it looks, but you got lucky there.”

When you made to step back, prepared to tell Matt to take off the top half of his suit, he grabbed for your hand instead. You let your clasped hands fall to your side and he squeezed it gently.

“You okay?” Matt was naturally a soft-spoken person, but it seemed that he purposely made the question come out softly.

You hadn’t noticed when he had taken his gloves off, but his hand was bare against yours. You let out a sigh when he ran his thumb over yours and wished he could see the small smile you gave him. “I’ve been better,” you told him just as softly, “but I’ll be fine.”

You stepped away, enough that Matt could stand and shrug off the top part of his suit. He stayed standing as you moved forward, reaching up to his shoulder and massaging along it, checking for any signs of tears in the muscles or ligaments, or signs of pain from Matt. “I think you’re good here, too,” you told him, nodding. Before you could move away, Matt again reached for your hand, the one that was still resting against his shoulder. He gripped it tightly, his head turned as if he was looking at you.

“You sure you’re okay?”

You shook your head, out of habit. “No. Not really. It was a long day. More injured from all the chaos happening, and we lost a couple more than usual.” You tried never to cry over patients or anything that happened at the hospital, but sometimes it all became too much. A few tears fell, but you wiped them away, pulling your hand from Matt’s grasp. “You staying for a bit? I made coffee.”

“Sure.”

“You know where your clothes are. I’m going to change, and I’ll meet you in the kitchen.”

Matt nodded and made his way out of the room, heading for the hall closet where you had started keeping a few pieces of clothing for him for the times where he had been too injured and had to stay overnight, or for when he simply just stayed to hang out. You had bought them after the one of the times he came to you, falling unconscious the moment he stepped through the door and you realized too quickly you had no clothes for him.

When you headed towards the kitchen a few minutes later, your face washed and now wearing something more comfortable than your scrubs, Matt was already there with a mug in hand. He took a sip from it as you moved behind him, taking notice that he had already pulled out one of your favorite mugs.

“How was the action tonight?” you asked as you made your coffee just the way you liked.

“The usual.” Matt shrugged. “Just a couple thugs. They managed to get a few good shots.”

You tapped the shoulder that had been dislocated. “Not good enough apparently.”

Matt chuckled before the room fell to silence. The two of you had a lot of pauses like these. Sometimes it was easier this way, to not talk about Daredevil, but those pauses never lasted that long.

“Have you grown used to the blood?” Honestly, you hated talking about either of your jobs. You had grown used to seeing death every day, and while Matt didn’t cause death, he experienced it enough, too. “The scent, and how sometimes it sticks to your clothes and doesn’t go away until the fifth wash, only for it to end up there all over again.”

Matt rested his hands on the counter in front of him, his head tilted down. “My suit reeks of it. I grew used to it almost too quickly.”

“It’s strange, isn’t it? The way we can become used to that sort of thing?” You didn’t know exactly where you were going with this, but it felt good to say something. To let something out. “And in such different ways, too. You got used to the blood because you beat the shit out of people. I got used to it because I save them.”

Matt tensed. “I save people.”

“I never said you didn’t.” You turned and rested against the counter next to him. “But that’s not why you got used to the blood.”

“You’re right.”

“Yeah.” You took a sip of your coffee. “I am.”

You didn’t notice Matt had moved until your mug was plucked from your hands and sat on the counter. He was facing you now, standing in front of you and taking hold of your hands again. “You shouldn’t have to be used to it. The blood, the stains or the scent of it.”

“Neither should you.” Your head had turned towards his helmet still sitting beside you.

“Maybe not.” He didn’t follow it up with anymore words, just him pulling you into an embrace, his arms wrapping around you.

You hesitated. Matt hadn’t hugged you before, but god, it was nice, and you found yourself moving your arms around his waist to rest at the middle of his back. It felt good, and you definitely felt better after the day you had.

It was nice. Matt hugging you. It felt good and it felt even better when the two of you stayed like that for a while. Just long enough for you to feel like you weren’t going to cry anymore. Just long enough that you felt like you might actually make it through tomorrow a little easier.

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gembloomwrites · 4 years ago

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Half-Baked

Fandom(s): Professional Wrestling, All Elite Wrestling Pairing: Adam Page/Reader Rating: T Prompt: “As co-workers who decide to be a fake couple to piss an annoying co-worker off, but they tricked the rest of the staff as well!? How will they get out of this mess?” Summary: You decide to finally do something about the plague that is MJF. However, it may not be all smooth sailing. Word Count: 3,045 Viewable on AO3 Author’s Note: Hello there. I began to write this work last year more than likely before the formation of Omega/Hangman team so I apologise if it seems outdated. I do hope you enjoying reading and would appreciate any feedback.I am open to requests sent to me both here and on AO3 @ GemBloomWrites. Thank you.-Gem

Honestly as half-baked plans went it all went smoothly at the start.

Ever since you joined AEW you’d been pestered with propositions and cheesy pick-up lines from one MJF. It absolutely annoyed you to no end. His sickening smirk and misplaced confidence never ceased to put a damper on any day. Not to mention his lapdog Wardlow would follow his every move.

As for Adam, he’d been on a spiral as of late. Everything seemed to go wrong for him. Among numerous bumps along the road one of the most prominent was the loss of the AEW Diamond Ring to the aforementioned MJF. That slimeball had gone around swanning the damn thing in Adam’s face at every opportunity. Even going so far as to once forcibly shove it into Adam’s lips in an attempt to get him to kiss it.

All in all, the two couldn’t stand him, and both would love to see that smug smile wiped from his face.

It all came to a head one day while you were sitting in catering. From a distance you could hear the tell-tale sneer of MJF bragging about something or another to Wardlow. You sighed and promptly sat up to begin to leave. Glancing around the room as you left, you spotted Adam Page in a corner by himself. An idea sprang to mind, running away certainly hadn’t solved the problem, but this just might. Quickly walking over to Adam, he hadn’t noticed you even as you sat down beside him, seemingly too engrossed in whatever drink was in his hand. You tapped his shoulder to get his attention, jumping slightly when he was jared from his thoughts. He looked at you with wide blue eyes, before he could question the intrusion you leaned in and tried to explain your plan in a hushed whisper, “Listen, I know this is weird but I need you to pretend that you’re into me, MJF is on his way and I really need to get him off my back.” Adam stared at you with confusion in his eyes, processing what you had just said. Before he formed a response, he was cut off by a loud shout.

“(Y/N)! I knew I’d see you around here somewhere!”

Maxwell Jacob Freidman has finally arrived and of course he couldn’t let his presence go unannounced. You visibly cringed and looked in his direction with a venomous stare, “Well obviously, we work for the same company.” He didn’t seem to be phased by your snarky comment as he strode over to you, Wardlow in tow. “No need to be so cold, I know you’re just dying to get a piece of me,” he stated, “Why don’t you just drop the act and come back to my hotel?” You scoffed in disgust as the thought of his offer came to mind, “No thanks, I’m hanging out with Adam.” MJF took a moment to look between you and Adam before a smirk broke out onto his face, “This hic? C’mon (Y/N), you can do way better than this fuckin’ loser.”

It was these words that snapped Adam out of his confusion and into the situation at hand. He stood up quickly, knocking the chair he was just sitting on. He squared up to MJF with a tense jaw, you stood up with him, trying to diffuse the situation you unintentionally created. Adam shifted his weight from one leg to the other as he spoke, “Fuckin’ loser huh? I’m not the one running around with a little buddy here because you’re too damn scared someone’s gonna sock ya right in that horse face of yours. I’m not the one acting like the shit to cover up the fact that you’re not even worth lacing up my boots. And I am certainly not the one who tries to flirt with a woman who thinks you’re disgusting!”

Your eyes widened at his outburst, and for a moment the air in the room was quiet and stale. Wardlow shifted towards Adam and reminded everyone else of the situation. You hastily got in between the two men, “Step off Friedman, don’t start lashing out at everyone else just because your dick feels small.” Maxwell turned to you and opened his mouth but before he could reply you cut in, “And for one Adam is not a loser, he’s ten times the man you’ll ever be, he’s way more good looking and doesn’t make me want to vomit. If anything, you’re the loser!” You link your hand in Adam’s, “Look, I’ve met a real man, so why don’t you just leave me alone?” Adam looked to your hand dumbfounded and back to the man standing before him. MJF looked between the two of you with anger in his eye. For the first time since the match for the Diamond Ring he felt like he’d finally gotten under his skin, Adam smirked at this. “Clearly,” the cowboy said, drawing it out for effect, “The lady’s made her feelin’s clear, why don’t you and your lapdog just run off.”

It was your turn to be shocked, only for the fact that Adam went along with your crazy scheme. Maxwell stood tense for a few minutes; the air thick in the room. You were getting more anxious as the seconds rolled by. To remove yourself from the situation you tugged on Adam’s arm, “Come on babe, he’s not worth it.” He followed your lead, albeit reluctantly. Of course, Maxwell had to get the last word as you walked out the door, “Yeah that’s it you better run off ya loser, she’s not even that hot anyway!” You stopped in the hallway, blood starting to boil, until you realised you were still linked with Adam, “Keep going,” he said quietly, “Like you said, he ain’t worth it. Not right now anyway.” Starting to get a bit self-conscious you took your hand from his and scratched the back of your neck. “Yeah,” you sighed, “You’re right. He’s just gets under my skin.”

“You and me both.”

You smiled at his sincerity and his now calm, sweet tone. Both standing awkwardly for a few moments, you started again with a cough, “Look, I’m sorry for dragging you into this, he just really doesn’t give up.” Adam looked at you for a moment and then too his shoes, shifting around again, “It’s fine, really. Honestly it felt good to rile him up.” You began to pass him and head off, “Well thanks, I appreciate it.” Your trek was cut short when he grabbed your wrist, he looked at you with an unreadable expression, “Hey this might just seem crazy but hear me out.” He let your wrist go and you gave him a questioning look as he continued on, “We both hate that smug son of a bitch. And seeing us together clearly struck a nerve. If you want when he’s around, we could keep up this little...uh…act.” The look on your face must have been one of pure shock and confusion, because Adam quickly recoiled, “I-I mean it’s just an idea, thought it’d make life easier for the both of us.” The next few moments were just silence, it made Adam want to run away in pure embarrassment. You thought it over, if you were to be rational you would have turned him down and went on. So many things could go wrong. But you weren’t thinking rationally if you were honest, all you were thinking about was pissing off MJF and getting closer to the hunk standing in front of you.

“Yeah, I’ll do it.”

As the months rolled on the charade continued. Whenever MJF showed up you and Adam would be there. Some days Adam would purposefully make you laugh with an absolutely terrible pun in front of him. On other days you would stick close to him, running your fingers up his muscular chest and whisper into his ear. Sometimes you would sit on his lap with his hands around your waist, making sure to be in full view of Maxwell. It drove the man crazy, which only seemed to satisfy you two more. Not only did you achieve your goal, but you and Adam grew so much closer. He was a great friend. You two were both going through a rough patch in your respective careers. Adam on a losing streak, and you couldn’t even seem to break into the Women’s Rankings. You both started to spend time outside of work, not even thinking about the reason you two were together in the first place. Adam was a comfort in an otherwise breakneck world.

You felt yourself falling for him. Even moments spent with him being your fake partner made you wish he was your real one. When he’d wrap his arm around your waist you’d feel electric under his fingertips. You found yourself seeking his company when you had the time or watching his matches when you weren’t preparing for your own. Just watching the sweat roll down his body or everytime pulled on the waistband sent a hot feeling down your body. The whole plan was spiralling out of control and you felt helpless to stop it.

One day you two were playing your little game, once again hearing the boisterous MJF roaming the halls. You were backed into a corner looking up to Adam, he looked down at you with those gorgeous blue eyes and shook his head, “He seems to be everywhere I turn at this point.” You were too busy being engulfed by his presence to be concerned by what he was talking about. Heart thumping in your chest you made a non-committal sound of agreement. You felt a gentle hand move your head to look into Adam’s face, “Hey,” he said softly, “You okay?” Oh god, why did he have to be so handsome? “Uh…” You stammered, “I’m fine just not feeling good today, y’know?” He looked at you with a frown before he said anything else you cut in, “I’m fine, really, just tired of this MJF crap.”

“You and me both, I’d love to just-.”

All of a sudden your two bodies were hauled away into what can only be described as a death grip. Turning, you saw Matt Jackson holding the two of you with the biggest grin on his face. Struggling out of his tight grip was a task and a half but you managed it eventually, “Matt? What the hell!?” He let Adam go and opted to put one hand on each of your shoulders. His face bounced back between the two of you excitedly, “I knew something was up with you Hangman! Why didn’t you tell us?!” Adam looked confused as he turned to Matt, “What, what do ya mean ‘what’s up’?” The older Buck started to wag his finger towards the cowboy, “Don’t play coy with me, you think I don’t see it?” You started to mirror Adam’s confused expression, “See what Matt?” Matt’s grin somehow managed to grow even wider, “C’mon dude the jig is up, practically everyone is talking about the two of you.” You looked back between Adam and Matt, “The two of us what? What’s everyone talking about?” “Well,” Matt moved into a thinking position, “I heard one of the women say today, and I’m paraphrasing here, ‘They’re one of those couples who are just meant for each other’.”

Both you and Adam’s eyes widened in shock. In all your plans, you had forgotten about everyone else, the only focus trying to fool Max. A few moments of silence passed before Adam piped up, “Uh, we’re not-.” You began speaking at the same time, “We were never-.”

“Yeah it was just a-.”

“We’re just-.”

You looked back at each other seemingly exasperated with trying to come up with an explanation for the Buck. You gave Adam a nod to go ahead, thinking he’d be better explaining it to his friend. He began to open his mouth when Matt cut across him, “Awh look at you two, still in the Honeymoon phase,” he elbowed Adam quite vigorously before starting to walk away, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do kids!” Adam placed his arm over his ribs were Matt has elbowed him, you looked into him, “Well, crap, what are we going to do now?”

The two of you cooled down the act considerably since the incident with Matt. You both felt too awkward to talk about the implications of what you two had been doing the last few months. You became aware of the locker room talk and couldn’t help but wistfully want it to be true. However, you had hardly spoken with Adam, your plan to fool MJF all but forgotten. You began to throw yourself into your wrestling as a distraction, and it seemed Adam did too. Unfortunately no amount of wrestling could keep the Cowboy off your mind completely and you found yourself back at square one; in catering, trying to avoid MJF.

“Ah (Y/N)! Where’s the hic? Finally realise he’s a loser? You know I can show you a hell of better time.”

You sighed and turned to Maxwell, “Do you like to stalk me or something? Can’t you get the hint? I. Am. Not. Into. You.” MJF immediately brushed this off and smirked, “Come one, this ‘hard-to-get- shtick is getting old just admit you want me.” You placed your face in your hands, nothing seemed to deter Max and it annoyed you to no end. You looked back up to tell him where to put his proposition when you felt a hand on your shoulder. Looking over your shoulder you saw Adam with a scowl on his face. He gave your shoulder a squeeze and stared straight ahead to MJF, “This asshole botherin’ you?” No words came up your throat, surprised that not only Adam was here, but he was continuing with your plan.

Max scoffed, “I’m not bothering her, I’m just telling her about how she could do so much better.” Adam took his hand off you and squared up to MJF, “You better get runnin’, she’s not interested. She’s my girl and I have no problem layin’ you out to stop you harassin’ her.” Again you were actually dumbstruck, the ‘my girl’ comment throwing you off everything. Maxwell frowned but regained his smirk within a few seconds, “You know what, you two losers were meant for each other. She’s obviously too stupid to-.”

Maxwell was abruptly cut off when Adam’s well-aimed fist connected with his face. This shook you out of your daze almost immediately and you stood behind Adam, grabbing his shoulders, “Whoa! Calm down, like I said before, he isn’t worth it.” Adam was huffing at this point and turned to you. His brief angry stare sent a shiver through you before his body relaxed and his expression softened. Seeing the pleading look in your eyes he nodded and looked down to Max who was flat on his ass holding his face, “You’re lucky we ain’t in the ring.”

Before Max could respond Adam grabbed your hand and led you out of the room. When the two of you came across an empty hallway he let go and turned to you. He took a minute to compose himself, while you pinched the bridge of your nose, “Oh God how are we going to explain this to Mr. Khan.”

“It’s my fault, I shouldn’t have got so heated.”

You sighed and looked into Adam’s regretful face, “No, no it’s mine I should have stopped this whole thing months ago. MJF found a new way to get to you and the whole locker room thinks we’re a thing.”

Adam chuckled, “I think we both had a hand in that darlin’.” You took in Adam’s appearance, he looked more calm now and you couldn’t help but get lost in him all over again. After a minute you stopped yourself before it got awkward and turned to pace, “We probably should explain everything to Tony and everyone else, it’ll be embarrassing but at least this whole thing will be over.” You turned to Adam to see his expression visibility drop before looking down, “Uh yeah, probably for the best.” You felt a wave of sadness wash over. You know all this was coming to an end. The rational part of your brain always knew this, but your heart wanted to revel in the closeness for longer. You stepped closer towards Adam and wrapped your arms around him. You buried your head into his broad chest, “Thank you…. For everything.” As you unwillingly started to pull away Adam placed his hands on your hips, keeping you in place. You quickly looked up into his face getting caught once more in his beautiful eyes.

For what felt like forever the two of you stayed like this. You were content like this really, just taking in being close with Adam. He eventually cut through the silence, “I don’t want it to end here,” he whispered, “I want it to be real.” Your heart sped up at his admission and for a moment he’d knocked all words out of your mouth. This is what you wanted for months, for him to return your feelings. Now that it was happening you couldn’t find it in you to say what you needed to say. Adam picked up on your hesitation and began to pull away. However you quickly put your hands on his face, if you couldn’t say anything you were going to show him.

You pulled him in for a kiss, trying to put everything you need to say in it. For a little time Adam stayed still in shock but then started to respond with passion. He put his hands back on your waist and pulling you in further. You both moved your heads slightly and deepened the kiss. This was months of tension finally being released between the two of you and nothing in the world felt better right now. As you pulled away for a breath of air you couldn’t help bury yourself in his neck. Finally you felt the right words come forwards, “I want this to be real, I don’t want this to ever end either.”

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Best Two Out of Three, Part 14

Is it too early to post this? It’s only 10:30 a.m. here. But whatever, I can’t wait.

This part came about pretty much exclusively because @what-does-mine-say wanted suits. But now that it’s done I’m a little nervous y’all might murder me for putting you through yet another emotional ringer? ESPECIALLY after what happened on Dynamite last night?

*awkwardly dances away*

Best Two Out of Three

Part: 14/26

Pairing: Kenny Omega x OFC x Cash Wheeler and Adam Page x OFC

Warnings: Angst, alcohol use, language

Word Count: 4k

Catch up on previous parts here.

It was the night before Dynamite, and after what had happened with Kenny the previous week, Alex had decided that a serious girls’ night was in order. She’d been somewhat nervous to ask Callie—were they friends now? She didn’t really know—but Callie had been so thrilled when she had that she’d immediately kicked Adam out of their hotel room—"Go drink with Cash and Dax, or something,”—and dragged Alex to the store to get supplies. Now they were loaded up with everything they needed for a proper girls’ night: face masks, take out menus, alcohol, chocolate. Yes—this was just what Alex needed.

“Is it bad that I’m actually excited to kick Adam out for a while?” Callie grinned as they made their way back to the room.

“No,” Alex assured her. “I mean, Cash and I are still in the honeymoon phase and he’s definitely getting it later, but right now I could really use some girl time.”

Callie smirked. “You know you have to dish about that, right? It’s girls’ night law.”

Alex’s eyes widened. “About Cash?”

Callie just nodded.

“I don’t know,” Alex hesitantly returned. “If I dish about Cash then you have to dish about Adam, and that might just be weird.”

She shrugged as they arrived at the room. “I don’t know; we could compare notes on how good a kisser he is.”

Alex stared back at her smirk, stunned. “You want to talk about the time I made out with your boyfriend? Who are you and what have you done with Callie?”

Callie just playfully rolled her eyes as she used her key card to unlock the door. They entered the room; but as they walked further inside, they both came to a sudden stop at what they saw. Two bunches of long-stemmed red roses laid on each bed next to two beautiful cocktail dresses.

Alex let out a surprised gasp—but Callie’s reaction was a bit different. “They’ve ruined girls’ night.”

Alex sent her a look as she hurried over to the bed with the wine-colored dress. She didn’t know why, but she felt like that one was hers. Sure enough, a note on top of the dress said her name. She read it out loud. “Alex, meet me at the bar at eight. Cash.” She looked excitedly at Callie. “What does yours say?”

She picked up the note from her dress. “The same,” she said. “Well, except for the names, obviously.”

Alex couldn’t stop smiling. “It looks like they’ve planned a double date,” she said in a sing-song voice. She picked up the dress. It was a sexy little lace number with a plunging neckline and spaghetti straps that crossed in the back. She bit her lip. Cash had probably bought it because he thought it would look better on the floor.

“Well, mine is a bit extra,” Callie said as she looked over the dress Adam had gotten her. It was a one-sleeved figure-hugging LBD—and it was covered entirely in sequins. She smirked. “I love it, but it’s definitely extra.”

“Callie,” Alex started. “Adam’s shirts? You have to be extra to compete with those things.” She nearly snorted with laughter. Callie couldn’t help but return it.

“Fair enough.”

* * * * * * * * * *

Sometime later, Callie and Alex walked to the elevators to head down to the hotel bar, all done up in their new dresses. And even though they’d tried their hardest to pry it out of Adam and Cash while they’d gotten ready, they had no idea what they had planned for the evening.

“If they made us dress up, they must have too, right?” Alex asked as they stepped onto the elevator.

“They better have,” Callie returned. “I have a thing for suits. Adam doesn’t wear them enough.”

Alex let out a laugh. “What, his bolo ties don’t do it for you?”

“Oh no, they do,” she assured. “But suits are different.”

The elevator arrived at the lobby with a ding. Alex’s heart thrummed faster in her chest as they made their way to the bar; and when they arrived, heat spread throughout her core. Adam and Cash were in suits—and fuck Cash looked sexy.

She hurried over and pulled him into a feverish kiss, unable to contain herself. He moaned against her mouth, drawing her close. Alex was seriously considering dragging him off somewhere private when he pulled away, nipping at her bottom lip as he did. He practically growled as his eyes trailed over her body.

“Do you have any idea what I want to do to you right now?”

“Mm, why don’t you tell me?” she purred.

He smirked. “Trust me, it’s not appropriate.”

“Get a room,” Adam commented—but Callie kissed his neck.

“You don’t scrub up too bad, cowboy,” she whispered to him.

He let out a growl himself then. “Don’t start that yet, we won’t make it to the restaurant.”

Callie just smirked.

“How long have you two been planning this?” Alex asked.

“Since last week,” Cash answered. He gave her a cocky grin. “I’d say sorry to ruin girls’ night, but I’m not sorry at all.”

“Me neither,” Adam added. “That dress wasn’t cheap.”

Callie lightly smacked his shoulder. “Well where are we going, then?” she asked him.

“This new place that opened up downtown. It looks pretty fancy and we thought, why not? You two deserve the best.”

Callie and Alex exchanged a grin. Clearly, Adam and Cash had really thought this out.

“Come on,” Adam added. “The car’s already here.”

The two couples walked hand-in-hand toward the front entrance of the hotel. Alex hugged Cash’s arm as they stepped out into the evening air; but, suddenly, her heart flew into her mouth. Matt, Nick, and Kenny had just arrived, and they were walking right toward them.

Her eyes connected with Kenny’s. She looked away, guilt rising inside her; and then, unexpectedly, Cash nodded at them.

“Hey, boys!” he smirked. It wasn’t an attempt at a friendly greeting—he was clearly showing off. Alex tightened her grip on his hand in aggravation—she’d asked him not to rub it Kenny’s face, multiple times—but he mistook it for affection and squeezed back. All she could do was roll her eyes, her heart still in her throat.

“Guys and girls,” Nick nodded at them as they passed. “Big night out?”

“Just dinner,” Adam returned. It seemed like he was trying to downplay it, Alex noticed. Maybe she wasn’t the only one harboring some guilt over the situation. “Y’all have a good night,” he added as they reached the waiting SUV.

“You, too,” Nick returned. Neither Matt nor Kenny said a word.

Cash helped Alex into the car. As she slid into a seat and buckled her seat belt, she couldn’t help but look out the window after Kenny. She watched as Matt clasped a comforting hand on his shoulder as they disappeared into the hotel. Her stomach twisted. He must know, she thought. Of course Matt would know; Kenny was his best friend. It made her wonder if anyone else knew.

Cash slid a hand onto her bare thigh, drawing her attention back to him. He leaned into her ear. “I hope you don’t like that dress too much, because I promise I’m gonna rip it off you as soon as we get back to the room.”

He pressed a kiss to her cheek. She gave him a coy smile as he squeezed her leg. But she couldn’t ignore the sinking feeling in her stomach.

* * * * * * * * * *

Adam had been right—the restaurant was fancy. Out of the four of them, Callie was the only one who didn’t seem completely out of her element. But Cash and Adam leaned into it and ordered a bottle of champagne for the table. Alex had more or less downed her first glass and was already on her second. She needed it after that run-in with Kenny.

Their appetizer had just arrived when she pushed back her seat. “I’m gonna go hunt out the bathroom,” she said.

Cash gave her teasing grin. “That champagne went right through you, huh? Should we order another bottle?”

She leaned over and kissed his cheek. “Are you trying to get me drunk?”

“No, just a little buzzed. I want to make sure you’re good for dessert later,” he returned with a wink.

“Man,” Adam shot, “stop stealing all my lines.”

Callie lightly smacked his shoulder again as she pushed her seat back, too. “I’ll go with you. Girls have to use the bathroom in pairs,” she joked.

They made their way through the restaurant toward the bathroom. Admiring eyes followed them as they passed by, some more obvious than others, confirming just how good they looked. As soon as they were inside the ladies’ room, Callie sent Alex a grin.

“Cash can’t keep his hands off you.”

Alex felt heat rise in her cheeks; but she became suddenly distracted by the full-length mirror on the wall. “Oo, this is a good selfie mirror.” She pulled her phone out of her clutch—but she froze. There was a text message on the screen. From Kenny.

You look absolutely gorgeous tonight.

Her heart beat faster in her chest as she stared at it. Callie walked up behind her and she came to her senses and tried to clear the message from the screen—but she wasn’t fast enough.

“I’ve already seen it,” Callie said. “Just ignore it.”

Alex let out a huff. As much as she didn’t want to admit it, that was easier said than done. She looked down at her hands. She needed to get last week off her chest, and now seemed like as good an opportunity as she’d get. “If I tell you something, will you promise not to say anything? Especially not to Adam.”

Callie’s brow furrowed. But she nodded. “Yeah, of course.”

Alex drew in a deep breath. “When I went to get your earrings last week, Kenny was in the locker room. He was drinking.”

Callie’s eyes bulged. “What?”

“That’s not even the half of it,” Alex went on. Callie stared at her, waiting. She spit it out before she could stop herself. “He told me he’s in love with me.”

She expected Callie to gasp, clasp a hand over her mouth, something. But she barely reacted. It was almost like she’d already known. And then she said, “Well, you don’t have to worry about me telling Adam that. He already knows.”

It was Alex who was confused now. “What?”

Callie shifted awkwardly on her heels. “Right after FTR doused Kenny in beer he and Adam got into it back in the locker room,” she explained. “Kenny blurted out in the heat of the moment that he’s in love with you. Adam told me about it at the hotel later that night.”

Alex took a step back against the wall, suddenly feeling lightheaded. That explained Adam’s reaction when they’d run into Kenny on the way out of the hotel. “Who else knows?” she asked.

“Just the Bucks,” Callie said. “They were in the locker room, too.”

Alex ran an anxious hand over her brow. “So that means all of us here know that Kenny is in love with me. Except my boyfriend.”

Callie gripped her shoulders, doing her best to calm her down before she could get any more upset. “Exactly—Cash is your boyfriend,” she said. “He planned this night for you, not Kenny. Who cares about a text? You look hot; I could’ve told you that. So put it out of your mind, and let’s go back out there and enjoy our double date. Okay?”

Alex worried at her lip. But she nodded. “Yeah, you’re right.”

Callie grinned. “Of course I am. Come on, you need another glass of champagne.”

She took Alex’s arm and pulled her back out of the bathroom. And even though Alex knew Callie was right, she couldn’t put Kenny’s text out of her mind—and she doubted champagne would help.

* * * * * * * * * *

Kenny had sat watching his phone for the last twenty minutes after sending that text to Alex. He leaned back on his bed, cursing himself. He knew he shouldn’t have sent it, but he hadn’t been able to stop himself. When he’d spotted Alex walking out in that dress, she’d literally taken his breath away. She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. He wanted to tell her; he wanted to show her how absolutely perfect he thought she was. But he couldn’t, and it killed him.

And Cash. That Carolina bastard had known exactly what he was doing when he’d called out at him, Matt, and Nick with that stupid smirk on his face. Kenny’s hand had balled into a fist at his side, just itching to drop Cash where he stood; but then he’d noticed how Alex had tensed and rolled her eyes. As much as he wanted to, Kenny didn’t need to kick Cash’s ass. If he kept acting like a childish asshole, he’d shoot himself in the foot.

A knock on the door jarred Kenny from his thoughts. He let out a sigh as he stood and crossed the room; that would be Matt and Nick. They insisted on going out to dinner, even though he didn’t have much of an appetite at all. He knew they were just trying to be good friends and distract him from Alex—but that would be impossible tonight.

He pulled open the door. “You ready, bud?” Nick asked.

“We’re going nostalgic tonight,” Matt added. “TGI Fridaaayyysss!”

Kenny stared listlessly back at them. Their smiles faltered, clearly disappointed that he hadn’t shown the least bit excitement. “Whatever,” he returned. “Let’s just get out of here.”

* * * * * * * * * *

Later that night, Alex and Cash and Callie and Adam had returned to the hotel bar, not ready for the evening to end quite yet. Following Callie’s pep talk in the ladies’ room, Alex had managed to push Kenny’s text to the back of her mind—but it was still there, lingering, creeping back to the forefront every now again until she’d force it back down once more. Hopefully, Cash would make her forget it for good once they got back to their room.

“Okay, three whiskeys and a Sex on the Beach for my girl,” Adam announced as he returned to the table, not-so-skillfully holding four drink glasses in his hands. He nearly spilled Callie’s until she quickly took it from him. He smiled and kissed the top of her head. “Thanks, darlin’.”

She grinned as he sat down next to her. “Maybe we shouldn’t have sent the drunkest one to get the drinks.”

“What?” he proclaimed. “No, I am not the drunkest one.”

“Like hell you aren’t,” Cash returned.

Alex arched a brow at him. “You aren’t too far behind him, sir.”

He flashed a devilish grin. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll still make good on that promise.”

Alex squirmed in her seat at the thought—but then Callie suddenly kicked her under the table. “Ow! What the hell was—”

But Callie gave her a meaningful look and jolted her head in the direction of the lobby, which they had a clear view of from where they sat. Alex turned around; and her heart leapt into her throat again. Kenny, Matt, and Nick had just walked in and were crossing through to the elevators.

Adam spotted them, too. “Hey! It’s my tag team partner!” he loudly proclaimed. “Hey! Kenny!”

Callie reached for Adam’s arm to pull it down, but it was too late—he’d already waved Kenny over. She glared at him. “Are you serious?”

But Adam’s brain was too fogged with alcohol to see a problem. “What? He’s my friend.”

Callie bit down on her jaw and sent Alex an apologetic look. But there was nothing either of them could do about it. Kenny was already walking over.

“Hey, man,” Adam greeted him with a lazy grin. “Are you ready for our match against Dark Order tomorrow? The titles are on the line!”

Kenny’s brow furrowed with a mixture of confusion and amusement as he came to a stop next to the table. Next to Alex. “Yeah, I’m aware,” he said. “I’m ready, but… I’m a little concerned about you, now.”

Cash scoffed as he brought his drink to his lips. Kenny glanced briefly at him before Adam spoke again.

“What? Nah,” he shook his head. “Don’t worry about me. We’ll hit Last Call just like we always and do and walk out of there and still AEW World Tag Team Champions.” He motioned his glass toward him. “Trust me.”

Cash scoffed again. “Enjoy it while it lasts,” he remarked under his breath. Alex stiffened in her seat. She prayed that Kenny hadn’t heard anything. But she wasn’t so lucky.

“What was that?” Kenny asked.

Cash looked up at him. “I said enjoy having the championships while it lasts,” he repeated, louder that time. “Because, you know. They won’t be yours for much longer.”

He flashed a smirk as he took another drink. The same exact smirk he’d given Kenny earlier in the night. Anger rose in Alex’s chest. If Cash thought being a cocky asshole would turn her on, he was wrong. Not when it was this personal.

Kenny gave a sarcastic laugh. “Okay,” he nodded. “Well, I’m gonna go.” He started to leave—but then he stopped again. “Oh, and Alex.” He looked her right in the eye. “You look beautiful. Red’s always been your color.”

Alex stared back at him, mute. It felt like her entire body was on fire. Her heart was beating so hard in her chest that it completely overwhelmed her. But then Cash snapped her back to her senses.

“Wow. Really, Omega?”

He turned around in his seat, glaring up at Kenny. “Cash, don’t,” Callie warned, trying to stop anything before it could start—but Kenny spoke over her.

“What?” he asked. “I can’t pay her a compliment?”

Cash laughed wryly to himself. “You weren’t just paying her a compliment and you know it.”

Kenny stared back at him. He shrugged. “Maybe not. But you’re a fucking asshole, so.”

Cash’s chair scraped against the floor as he abruptly stood from the table. “You want to say that again?”

He got right in Kenny’s face. But Kenny didn’t flinch. “Don’t start with me, man. Seriously.”

“Oh, yeah?” Cash pushed him.

Adam stood from his seat. “Guys, come on,” he started—but Kenny pushed Cash back harder, causing him to stumble into the table, and the next thing anyone knew, Cash swung hard and punched Kenny right in his left eye. Adam scrambled to intervene, but before he could make it around the table Kenny struck back, clocking Cash hard across the mouth. Adam grabbed Kenny by the back of his shirt and jerked him back while Alex stood in between them.

“Stop!” she shouted. She glared at each of them in turn, anger bubbling up inside her. “You’re both acting like idiots!”

Neither of them could meet her eyes, looking stubbornly away from her scorn like two kids caught fighting in the schoolyard. Alex didn’t want to be around it.

“I’m not dealing with this.”

She grabbed her clutch from the table. Cash’s face fell. “Alex—”

“No,” she cut him off. “You’ve done enough.” And with that she stormed out without so much as a second glance. She didn’t want either of them to see her cry.

* * * * * * * * * *

Alex hadn’t been back in the hotel room five minutes before the door opened and Cash walked in. She didn’t move or look up from where she sat on the end of the bed, still in her dress, tears and black streaks of mascara staining her cheeks. She stubbornly wiped them away as he moved toward her, but there was no hiding that she’d been crying.

“Sweetheart…”

“Don’t,” Alex said, her voice choked. She stood up and grabbed one of her hair ties from the nightstand, pulling her long hair up into a bun on top of her head as she pushed past him into the bathroom. She turned on the sink and splashed water on her face, cleaning it of her tears and ruined makeup. Cash came up behind her. She looked at him through the mirror. His eyes were full of remorse.

“I’m sorry, Alex. I know I ruined the night, but let’s not go to bed mad at each other.”

“Well it’ll be your fault if we do,” she bluntly returned.

His face fell. “I know.” He stepped closer and took her gently by the hips, pulling her back against him. “I just had an amazing night with the most beautiful girl in the world and I ruined it by acting like a hotheaded asshole.”

He pressed a kiss to her neck. When she didn’t stop him, he gave her another, and another. Alex’s eyes fell closed and leaned back against his chest. But as good as it felt, she was still mad at him. “Why did you do that?”

“I didn’t like what he said to you,” he answered between kisses. “I didn’t like the way he said it to you.”

“You antagonized him. After I asked you not to.”

He stopped. Their eyes met in the mirror. “I know,” he admitted. “I’m sorry.”

Alex frowned. She believed him. But an apology didn’t just make it go away.

She turned around in his arms. She reached up and brushed her thumb under his mouth. There was half-dried blood on his bottom lip. “He busted your lip.”

“Not before I gave him a black eye.”

She gave him a flat look.

“Sorry,” he returned. But he couldn’t stop from smirking.

Alex let out a sigh as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a hug. “What am I gonna do with you?”

She felt him laugh against her. “I can be an idiot sometimes. But I promise I’ll make it worth it.”

She smiled and squeezed him tighter. “You better.”

He ran his thumb over her bare back as he held her, and Alex suddenly did want him to undress her. Slowly, deliberately. She wanted him to carry her over to the bed and make love to her.

“You know we’ve been together a month this week,” he said.

She nodded. “Yeah.”

“It’s been the best month of my life.”

Alex’s heart thrummed faster in her chest. He pulled back and looked into her eyes. The vulnerability on his face gave him away before he even said it.

“I’m falling for you, Alex. I know it doesn’t make it better, but… I think that’s why I reacted the way I did when Kenny said that to you. And I know you don’t want to hear it, but the fact of the matter is I stole you from him. And I don’t know… I guess sometimes I worry he could steal you back.”

Tears welled in Alex’s eyes again. She felt numb—and she shouldn’t have. She should have been over the moon because the truth was that she was falling for Cash, too. Fast. Hard. But as she looked back into his eyes, still glassy from a bit too much to drink, she couldn’t help but be reminded of Kenny. He’d had that exact same look on his face last week, that same intense vulnerability when he’d told her he loved her. And if she didn’t do something, her guilt would cause his confession to come up like word vomit.

So she kissed Cash. Genuinely, deeply, not caring about the blood at his lip. When she finally pulled away, breathless, she looked up at him and said, “So make me yours, then.”

Immediately, Cash dipped down and picked her up, cradling her underneath her backside. And Alex brought her lips down to meet his, kissing him as they blindly made their way to the bed, hoping to tell him with her body what she couldn’t with words.

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meganshinsou-tm · 5 years ago

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i’m still here. (a)

☙ pairing: bakugou x reader / bakugou x kirishima

☙ theme: angst

☙ cw/tw: profanity, grief/mourning, emotional distress, slight talk of wanting to die, could be seen as unhealthy grieving but there are no right or wrong ways to grieve, talk of death.

☙ a/n-request: so here it is, the spontaneous continuation of ‘i’m here’ - i just couldn’t help myself, I needed to get this out of my system. It hurts for a bit but I promise it gets better - also hope you don’t mind the end pairing, baku needs love and he deserves to be happy with that person.

It’s been four months and Bakugou is - well he’s as good as he can be.

Sometimes he likes to think that the days are getting progressively better but then he finds himself awake way past the hour of midnight, walking around the house aimlessly and searching. Searching for something that he doesn’t even know. After a few more hours of talking to himself and cleaning random things, eating a small snack, Bakugou finally finds himself in bed tossing and turning until sleep finally takes him.

Izuku and Kirishima have become his rocks and practical caretakers.

They check in on him constantly but in a way that isn’t overbearing. Both of them make sure that their friend doesn’t stay holed up inside the house for longer than needed by becoming gym buddies, dragging him out to guys’ nights with them and the squad. Bakugou goes without too much resistance. Of course he rather stay in and wait for something that’ll never come but he knows he has to keep his sanity and he knows that you would kick his ass for sulking and wallowing in grief for too long. So he goes and by the end of the night, he’s always happy that he did but he’ll never admit that to the two idiots he calls his best friends.

And more than anything, Bakugou is grateful how they have never brought up the topic of … moving on. Because they know better - everyone does.

Of course everyone agrees it’s way too soon to even consider Bakugou trying dating again but not only that, anyone who knows the guy knows that he probably never will even think about trying to find anyone else. You were it for him.

You weren’t like everyone else.

It’s cliche to say but you were indeed special - you completed Bakugou in the ways he was imperfect and flawed yet you still loved those parts of him. His edges were still rough and brash but you somehow softened them without changing truly who he was because well - you loved him for who he was and the way he was. Such a fucking sap you always were.

Bakugou doesn’t move to a new home, he doesn’t want to or need to. Your home wasn’t massive; it was the perfect size for just the two of you.

And it was only a few weeks ago that he finally found the strength to part with your belongings. It was a rough day but thankfully the whole squad was there. Kirishima may or may not have tried to bribe them with beer and food but obviously it wasn’t needed, they were gonna be there for their friend no matter what.

Starting out, Bakugou was okay while packing everything. Everyone reminisced on fond and happy memories of you. Izuku and Kirishima felt a sense of relief from seeing the blonde genuinely smiling a few times and hearing his laughter. For a moment they thought everything would go smoothly for the rest of the day but nothing ever really goes smoothly when you’re saying goodbye to what’s left of your deceased spouse.

It was when Mina and Sero started to pull out of the driveway in the U-Haul that Bakugou bolted out the door after them. Kirishima and Izuku were right behind him and barely managed to catch him before being hit by a truck.

The three of them rolled around on the black-top road, all shouting and crying.

“Let me fucking go you pieces of shit! Fuck!”

Kirishima bared his teeth, trying to fight back his own sobs from the heart wrenching sight of seeing his best friend like this.

“Kats, please calm down, don’t do this!”

Bakugou only growled and tried to blast off an explosion in his face but Kirishima knew better and hardened his skin to block it. Izuku choked on his own tears and ended up using black whip to help pin down the uncontrollable blonde, despite him and Kirishima being over 200lbs and holding him down the best they could.

“Kacchan, you could’ve just fucking died, you’re gonna hurt yourself!”

“I don’t fucking care … let me … I - I can be with her.”

Izuku and Kirishima both went rigid at those words and looked at each other with tear filled eyes before resting their weight on top of their broken friend in a pile there in the middle of the road. For the next half hour they all stayed there, crying and holding Bakugou together until he finally exhausted himself and didn’t fight about Kirishima picking him up and carrying him back inside.

“Kats I don’t care if you hate me for doing it but I’m calling a professional tomorrow. We love you … I love you man but we can only do so much for you. Please … just let us help you. We can’t lose someone else we love.”

Izuku nods in agreement and they bring Bakugou to the bedroom and tuck him into the bed like a child. He doesn’t complain or try to bite their heads off for it.

“We’re proud of you for today Kacchan, please know that. Y-You still have the important things,” Izuku sniffles as he places a worn-looking rag doll cat in Bakugou’s arms. “You’ll always have the important things.”

Kirishima tries to smile as Bakugou turns his back to them and cuddles the item close to his face. It's instinctive and totally against his control but Kirishima reaches out and combs his fingers through Bakugou’s hair and it gives him hope when he feels the blonde relax under his touch.

“Try to get some rest Blasty. We aren’t gonna leave you alone so if you need anything, we’ll be here.”

A few weeks and plenty of therapy sessions later, Bakugou is back to doing okay. He’s back to being able to stay home alone without needing Izuku or Kirishima crashing on his couch. He returns to work and some days it helps while on others it hurts.

It’ll take more time to get used to Kirishima being his new side-kick but as long as it's him, he’ll be okay.

Life slowly but surely starts to get easier … until those nights like tonight where Bakugou is wide awake at four in the morning. It’s been a while since its happened and truly Bakugou is exhausted but he just can’t sleep - he doesn’t mind though. It’s nights like these where he’s glad to still be awake with tired eyes and body because it’s nights like these where you come to him.

It may be crazy but Bakugou is adamant that you’re still there sometimes, your spirit at least. And when he's exhausted and delirious enough like he is now, you’ll become more than just memories and a presence. Soon enough you start to become real again and he can feel you holding him close and petting his hair. Feel those soft kisses on his lips and all over his face and neck. Bakugou can see those bright eyes again and feel your own warm skin against his in bed.

And even though he really is getting better at all of this, he still has his moments. He’s only human after all. A human who lost the most precious and important thing in his life so tragically. So no one can blame him for feeling the things he does and for having a down moment - hell even his therapist reassured him of that.

‘Everyone grieves in their own way and these occurrences don’t mean you’re crazy. Just as long as you see them for what they truly are and know that eventually they will end.’

It hurts to think that these will end so Bakugou cherishes them and prolongs them for as long as he fucking can. He gives into the phantom feelings, finds comfort in them. Then he starts to hear you and you talk to each other. He tells you how some days he’s okay and others he just misses you so fucking much and he doesn’t want to go on, he wants to be with you.

In those times you quiet him with kisses and hums, telling him it’s not time yet.

“The world needs you,” is whispered upon his skin and it makes him groan in disagreement.

“Fuck the what the world needs - I need you!”

You chuckle and lightly flick the tip of Bakugou’s nose and he wishes it hurt like it used to.

“You don’t need me Katsuki, if anything, I’m not what you need at all right now … at least not like this,” you speak quietly but still smile. “But you will always have me. I’m all around you.”

Bakugou pouts and you brush your thumb over his bottom lip before looking down and taking his hand in yours. Your finger traces the hard edges of the wedding band that’s now a matte black color after he found a jeweler who was able to add a small amount of your cremains into the material of it.

“You literally take me everywhere you go and even before then, I’ve never left you. Someone’s gotta watch over your crazy ass. I’m just glad Red is there to help me out.”

Bakugou smirks and moves to nuzzle the crook of your neck, his hair tickling the underside of your jaw and causing you to giggle and hold him tighter. The sound pains him and Bakugou starts to softly cry. You hold him even tighter and he holds you with a death grip.

That feeling is returning in him and he hates it. It’s overwhelming and it's cold. It’s hopelessness.

“How am I supposed to keep doing this? I don’t want to spend four more months like this … I don’t want to spend years like this … fucking - tell me how I can get you back, I need you … I fucking need you so much, I can’t - “

“Shh, baby breathe, I'm here - you know I’m always here.”

Bakugou frowns hard and buries his face into your chest to muffle the heartbreaking sob he lets out, his fists start to smoke and he shakes his head.

“But you’re not! You’re not fucking here!”

He pulls away from the pillow he’s burning now in order to breathe and scream out in agony. Bakugou continues until his vocal chords feel raw and there’s a giant hole in the wall above the headboard from him repeatedly punching it. Looking down through teary eyes, Bakugou notices his knuckles are bloody and throbbing in pain. A few minutes pass and he’s on his knees hunched over in the middle of the bed, sheet-rock is crumbled all around him on the covers and he sighs, wiping angrily at his tears.

Soon the feeling of fingers in his hair, scratching against his scalp soothingly causes Bakugou to deflate and he sinks back as you hold him close, back to your chest and your cheek pressed against the top of his hair. He clings to your arms around him. Tears roll from his irritated and red eyes, snot down his nose as he sniffles.

“I’m sorry,” you both whisper out in unison.

You press kiss after kiss against soft ash blonde hair, against ruddy warm cheeks and tear filled eyes. Bakugou suppresses his whimper, he can feel what's coming and he doesn’t like it.

“Call him … you need him right now, do this for me please,” you speak upon the side of Bakugou’s neck.

Bakugou grunts and leans over to grab his phone from the nightstand, laying down on his side in the process. You move with him and place yourself before him to hold close, letting his arms wrap tight around you. The ghosting of fingers against his cheekbone makes Bakugou look down at you with red tired eyes. He can see the choice in your own and can feel it in the way you lean in and kiss his lips so softly that it feels like air before pressing your forehead against his.

“You’ll be okay Katsuki, I know you will. Just - breathe for me; and always know that I’m right here baby,” you whisper while placing your palm to the space over his heart.

Bakugou’s bottom lip trembles and he nods. He shifts to press his face into your hair, inhaling the scent of strawberries and cream that's ingrained in his senses as his eyes squeeze shut before kissing the top of your head and letting out a long breath.

“I’ll be okay.”

When his eyes open, Bakugou swallows the lump in his throat and eases the death grip he has on the charred pillow. He sighs and swipes a finger across the screen of his phone and moves to lay on his back, pressing the device to his ear.

It rings only a few times before a raspy voice is answering with concern.

“Kats, what’s wrong?”

Bakugou looks up from his newspaper and cup of coffee when the door to the backyard opens. He smirks and pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose and watches as Kirishima and Ghost both come barreling in. The giant mastiff is slobbering and panting, so is Kirishima, except the slobbering part - well sort of.

“Whew - oh hey sleeping beauty,” Kirishima gleams and takes a step towards where Bakugou is seated at the kitchen counter, lips puckered and arms open wide.

He’s stopped by a finger to the mouth, halting him from going any further.

“Don’t even think about it, you’re disgusting!

Kirishima gives those stupid puppy eyes that everyone, even himself, were always weak to and a whimper coming from below makes Bakugou look down to see Ghost also giving her own literal puppy eyes.

“You’re both pathetic, there’s no way I’m - oof!”

Bakugou is tackled off his seat and onto the ground by Kirishima, knocking his glasses off in the process. Ghost joins in and smothers him in an abnormal amount of slobber as she licks his face excitedly and Kirishima kisses his cheeks - which, gross, he doesn’t even care that he’s kissing where there is drool. But Bakugou can’t help cackling and grinning as he tries to shove them off.

“Both of you fucking stink, get offa me! You need baths!”

Kirishima smirks and pulls away enough for Bakugou to wipe his face.

“I’ll make you a deal Blasty, I shower then give this pretty lady a bath - if you make us breakfast!

Kirishima firmly pats and pets the giant dog, looking at his boyfriend with a playful light in his red eyes.

Bakugou sighs, “If it’ll get you gross animals off then fine!”

Smiling victoriously, Kirishima sits back on his knees and helps with pulling the dog away. She quickly forgets about them and trots off to her toys in the living room. Kirishima offers his hand, Bakugou takes it and together they stand from the floor.

Bakugou rolls his eyes but smirks and playfully pushes at Kirishima’s shoulder. His wrist is caught and Kirishima pulls him in for a hug. It’s sticky and sweaty but a smile forms on his face and Bakugou accepts it without question, along with the gentle kiss to his temple.

“Slept okay?”

Kirishima asks, running his fingers through Bakugou’s hair when they pull away from their hug. Bakugou leans into the touch and nods.

“As good as I could with two giants hogging the bed and snoring loud enough to shake the fucking walls.”

Kirishima chuckles and takes Bakugou’s hand, letting his thumb brush over the black band that still remains on his finger, he smiles fondly at it.

“I’ll take that as a ‘I slept great babe!’”

Bakugou snorted and patted Kirishima’s chest, leaning in to kiss his sweaty cheek before lightly pushing him away and wiping the salty taste from his mouth.

“If you want breakfast, you better get your rank ass in the shower and hold up your end of the bargain.”

“Aye, aye captain!” Kirishima salutes with a massive smile and turns to jog out and towards the bedroom.

Shaking his head with a smile, Bakugou picks up the mess of his forgotten newspaper on the counter. He skims over the front page and smiles at the picture taken of him and Kirishima. Their backs face the camera, Kirishima’s arm around Bakugou as they look upon the cherry blossom tree that was planted in your memory at one of your favorite parks. It had bloomed just in time for the one year anniversary of your passing and there were numerous gifts left around the trunk of it from fans and friends.

Bakugou runs a finger over your printed name on the paper and for the first time since that one night, he feels you pressed against him, hugging him close from behind and pressing your cheek to his back. Smiling, Bakugou rubs at your hands over his stomach and he looks up when he hears Kirishima walking back into the kitchen with a question that he doesn’t hear.

The redhead looks him over confused at first and Bakugou just gives him the softest and fondest smile, still rubbing over the space of his stomach and Kirishima’s eyes widen. He crosses his arms and leans against the fridge, smiling at Bakugou while he states softly.

“She’s here.”

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anika-ann · 5 years ago

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Let’s Do Something Different Tonight (Or Not)

Type: One-shot, Reader Insert Word count: 1840

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Characters: Matt Murdock, Reader, few others mentioned

Summary: It’s been two years since the day you married Matt and tonight, you’re going out to celebrate, like normal couples do. --Yeah, about that...

Warnings: blood and injury, mention of alcohol, attempt at humour (bordering on crack-ish)

A/N: A post Valentine’s day fic for everyone who has deals with loveable idiots. It’s hard to with them sometimes. Often, it’s even harder without them. Enjoy!

Matt was almost on time. You had your reservation for eight and it was five after eight when he finally showed up at his – and for a while now, also yours – apartment, so you would be able to make it to the restaurant only a little late.

Key word? ‘Would’. That would be if he hadn’t used the rooftop access instead of the front door and hadn’t been clutching his side when he stumbled in with his hair being a perfect mess with a smear of blood in it.

You stood in the middle of the living room, staring at him as he walked down the stairs with an apologizing expression.

“I’m so sorry I’m late,” he said out, hissing as he stepped down the last stair with not so much grace. You just kept staring, this time incredulously. “I got mugged,” he explained, his lips turning into a reversed U. Also, blood was now soaking though his suit under his fingers.

You shook your head to snap yourself from your trance, reaching for the hem of your dress only to pull it over your head. When you tossed them over one of the armchairs and turned to Matt to give him the attention he deserved and needed, he looked utterly taken aback.

“What are you doing?” he asked, perfectly baffled.

“I’m not playing doctor with you in this dress. It’s new. I don’t want blood on it.”

It was expensive. You had chosen it carefully – just like the rest of your new clothes ever since you had gotten together with Matt –, paying extra attention to the material, anxious about the fabric feeling good under Matt’s fingers. Shopping had kinda become a nightmare since you had to pick clothes which not only looked good, but mainly felt good; however, with the way Matt appreciated it, it was totally worth it.

“The material sounded really soft. You looked beautiful in it.”

You scratched your forehead, abashed, as you walked to the bathroom to get the first aid kit, returning to Matt who seated himself on the couch, stripping his jacket to reveal a huge bloodstain on his shirt.

“Jesus, Matt.”

The man in question honest to god pouted. “You’ll wear that dress again, right?”

“Of course I will,” you reassured him tiredly as he took off the shirt as well. “That was the whole point of stripping it – keep it clean of bloodstains so I can wear it again…. for our like, thirtieth anniversary when you won’t be coming home bleeding anymore.”

“I had to let them cut me. I didn’t even call the police to make it home faster. I was trying-“

“I’m sorry, you what?” you asked incredulously, unable to believe what you were hearing.

“I was trying?” he repeated hesitantly, well-aware that it wasn’t the part that caught your… ear, so to speak.

“No, no, did you just say you let them cut you, didn’t call the police, so you could be home faster? Are you insane?”

“I didn’t want you to wait. We rarely get out for a dinner or something else. I didn’t want to disappoint you. Though I did come after the guys to chase down my wallet because that would mean a whole new set of time-demanding problems. But don’t worry, I crashed the lights before I went down on them,” he added hastily as if it would made the whole situation better.

You wordlessly let the gloves smack against your skin louder than necessary. Matt winced.

“Matt Murdock, I love you, I love what you’re willing to do for me and the world, but I swear to God, sometimes you’re just being utterly, utterly stupid. Priorities, Matt. Now show me.”

It turned out that Matt hadn’t let them cut him once, but twice. And by ‘cut’ he meant what could almost be called a stab wound. You silently worked your way through it, reminding yourself to buy Claire another fruit basket. A year supply of chocolate. Spa weekend, maybe. She had not only taught you the basics of the first aid to reckless loveable idiots, but also had shared her tips and tricks that she had discovered during the years of working on ER, making your life easier.

Matt was wisely silent while you were stitched him up – whether it was because he was controlling himself not to let out a single sound of distress or because he didn’t want to piss you off by saying something to make you snap, you didn’t know.

“Do you really think I prefer you getting home earlier so we wouldn’t miss our reservation coming with the price of you being injured to actually showing up healthy?” you asked as you finished your work of art.

His pout grew bigger, providing you the answer.

“Christ, Matt.”

“Well, I couldn’t exactly fight them off, at least not completely. Identity and stuff,” Matt defended his actions. You couldn’t shake off the feeling of something being a little strange about him. Like… stranger than usual. The way he talked…

“Well, you still didn’t need to get cut or— or at least you could have deflect it partly, this is awfully deep. Was. All done now.” Truth to your words, you stripped the gloves, rolling them up and placing them on the coffee table. You looked at his face, running your hand through his sweaty hair. He leaned into it slightly, like always. “Oh Matt… what do I do with a man like you?”

“Kiss the pain better?” he offered shyly, the corners of his lips twitching. You rolled your eyes at this ridiculous man.

“Ha! You’re hilarious!” His expression changed, transferring into- “Oh crap, not the puppy eyes. Come on, Matt, don’t-”

You sighed, leaning in, kissing him lightly on the lips. You were never able to resist the huge imploring eyes of his.

“I hate you,” you murmured as you withdrew – or wanted to, his lips following yours instead, sinking into them, caressing gently, testing your will when nibbling on your lower lip.

Oh, he always knew what to do to keep your fingers tingling, to have your heart fluttering – the feeling might have faded a little with the years, but it was still here. You opened your mouth for him, a clear invitation for his tongue. He didn’t hesitate.

“And I love you,” he breathed into your mouth, his hand rising.

“Don’t touch the bra-“ you warned him, curling your fingers around his wrist to stop him. You withdrew so it didn’t temp him. The bra wasn’t nearly as expensive as the dress, but it wasn’t cheap either.

“But it’s laced and they always feel so, so nice-“ he whimpered and you blinked. Okay, that was new. Seriously, where had his brain (possibly lower brain)-mouth filter left to?

“Maybe, but it’s also skin-toned. Not blood-toned. You smear it with blood and I’m not wearing it again.”

“But you said we were playing doctor,” he noted, looking honestly confused. You had really said that? And what the hell was it with him…?

You gaped at him when the realization finally hit you.

“Oh my god. Are you drunk?”

Matt was silent for a short moment; the kind of an answer that spoke volumes. Matt Murdock was drunk.

“…the client insisted on two glasses of scotch…,” Matt admitted with hesitation and you sensed some sort of a ‘but’ coming. “And then said the third time was a charm.”

Three glasses of scotch?!

“So you’re not only late for our anniversary dinner, you’ve not only gotten yourself half-stabbed, but you’re also drunk. Wow. I want a divorce,” you stated resolutely, only joking of course. Still, you couldn’t believe him. It should have been your night out. Together as a couple. To celebrate the two years you had been together as husband and wife. And he… wow. You probably should be mad, anyone else would be, but… you were kinda used to dealing with Matt’s bullshit (to be fair, Matt also had to deal with yours) and it was usually more scary and life-threatening. This was actually kinda funny. The drunk part anyway. “You think Foggy will charge me a fortune if I hire him?”

Matt frowned. “You don’t mean that. And if you did, do you honestly think he would represent you?”

You raised your eyebrow, waiting for him to realize what he had just said. Of course Foggy would represent you. You were plotting against Matt together oh so often… he would take your side. Matt probably came to same conclusion, because he grimaced.

“Yeah, he probably would. Well, would want to and then Marci would bully him so she could take your side instead of him.”

“I barely know Marci,” you noted, confused.

“Yeah, but she’s up to a challenge and she always claimed me and Foggy will get married one day and was actually jealous of me. She would take any opportunity to take our duo down in one strike.”

“I thought Foggy was friends with her.”

“They are somewhere between friends and frenemies. I guess that happens when you end the whole friends with benefits thing.”

Huh. Marci was still bitter about that? Who would think Mrs. No Strings Attached had feelings? To be fair, Foggy was insanely likeable, so you could really blame her-

…why were you thinking about Marci?

“After all this time… you still manage to distract me perfectly,” you complained, actually ashamed. Damn you, Murdock. And Murdock.

Matt tilted his head slightly, challenging. “I know a whole lot more ways of distracting you. If I wash my hands, can I touch the bra? I mean, we’re already too late for the dinner, aren’t we?”

You watched him incredulously for a minute; his messy hair which was the result of him rushing home, his absolutely not kissable lips inconspicuously pursed, his hopeful eyes with a spark of mischievousness somehow seeing you even after losing sight. Your gaze flickered to the fine suit he had prepared for the dinner. It was too late to go to the restaurant, wasn’t it?

When you looked back at him, you could tell he knew he had won, because a tiny smile appeared on his face, a careful elevation of the corners of his lips.

You sighed. You were so weak. “Go wash your bloody hands, you overgrown child. We’re going to bed.”

“Love you,” he chipped happily and kissed your cheek, rushing to the bathroom. You rolled your eyes at him fondly.

“I’m on top, you’re injured!” you shouted after him, closing the box with medical supplies and walking to the fridge to get Matt a glass of juice. He needed liquids and sugar dammit.

“Whatever you say, honey!”

You blinked, taken aback. ‘Honey?’ Matt had never called you that – mostly he stuck to your name or a nickname, occasionally calling you ‘love’ if he was being particularly tender. Endearments weren’t his thing.

Oh boy, he really was so royally drunk, wasn’t he?

You smiled for yourself at the idea. This should be fun.

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asterekmess · 4 years ago

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Scott McCall is the poster boy for entitlement, misogyny and toxic masculinity. Remember when he demanded that Allison goes out with her stalker (Matt) and then yelled at her in the middle of a crowded club because she had the audacity to trust her own father to save Jackson instead of obeying him? Or when Scott pinned Allison against her bedroom’s door and humiliated her just to prove how ‘weak’ and ‘fragile’ she was and because “If I’m scared shitless, then you should be scared shitless too”?

I told my friend Mads a long time ago that with every new fic I put out, my urge to become, if not popular, then just understood as an anti-scott blog got stronger. I mean, it’s not like I want my blog to just be about hating Scoot, but I didn’t really want people to come in and follow me thinking I was a Scott fan, because it would be disingenuous.

I think I got my wish? Either one person has a lot of feelings (which I’m all for) or a bunch of v angry anti-scott people have swarmed over me like hummingbirds on sugar water. It’s a really interesting experience!

Anyway, back to your ask. So, I don’t like Scott, and admittedly sometimes I’m a little extra bitter/hateful than others, but I do try to be accurate in my dislikes of him (usually), so I’ll go through what you said one at a time and try to decipher (from my v faulty memory, so apologies if there are mistakes) if I agree with each statement.

Since some people have requested the Read More thing so they can scroll easier.

Scott is: Entitled. Off the cuff, I would agree. I’ve mentioned before how frustrating it was to see the show attempt to portray him as a poor kid, when he’s nowhere near that. I’ve also seen posts before that explore how Scott doesn’t carry a ‘poor kid’ mentality at all (they probably did it better than me, and it was probably Athenadark who did the analyzing). Growing up, I didn’t consciously know I was poor. Not as in ‘i had everything I needed’ but as in “i assumed all kids grew up occasionally eating a single can of pears for dinner or had to return groceries from the car because their parent’s card was declined and they were out of food stamps or wore a pair of tennis shoes until they were literally taped together with packing tape because we couldn’t afford new ones.” I grew up in a poor town, on the poor side of that town, so there wasn’t a lot that showed me it was possible to live differently. Being poor gives you a specific mentality, and when I finally met kids who were ‘middle class’ I was blown away by the differences. I say all this because Scott is very clearly a middle class kid.

Yes, he has an after school job. Who tf didn’t? That doesn’t automatically make you poor? Even my rich friend got a summer job because she wanted to buy band merch and her parents wouldn’t let her. But have you seen his room? It’s a wreck. We get the scene of him digging under his bed trying to find his phone, and I honestly was kinda disgusted. (I also grew up in a hellhole hoarder house, so clutter fucks me up) It’s not just the messiness though. It’s finding out that his mom is the one doing the laundry. Melissa “One shift won’t break us completely” McCall still cleans her son’s room and does his laundry and sews his clothes even though she’s supposed to be working herself to death at the hospital. Oh, and he’s sixteen years old, so he should be able to do his own fucking laundry? it’s one thing if his stuff ends up there while she’s doing laundry, but apparently she goes out of her way to do his clothes regularly enough that she has no qualms about going in his room to clean? Scott works at a VET’s office and has for long enough that he can put a cast on a dog and feels confident giving it painkillers in the right dosage. And he can’t sew a line of stitches in his clothes? He’s got an ensuite bathroom. His room is clearly the master bedroom. He doesn’t make his mom dinner to bring her, he picks up chinese. And there’s the house itself and its size, etc. Of the two of them, i would’ve expected Stiles to have the messy room. He’s adhd, I know how hard it is to keep a room clean with that kind of headspace. But no, his is really clean most of the time, even his desk, unless he’s researching something specific. I mention Stiles because it’s the comparison of the two that makes Scott’s own messiness stand out. Hell, literally no other bedroom we’re shown is messy in the slightest. Allison’s, Lydia’s, Jackson’s, none of them. (I don’t remember Liam’s room, if we saw it) He feels entitled enough to take up extra space and add extra work to his mother’s stress level (which, listen, I’m not saying being not-poor makes you entitled. I’m saying that the show makes the claim Scott IS poor and he Still does these things. THAT is the entitled part.)

Then there’s his relationship with Stiles. “Yeah, but I had you before.” When talking about the good and bad things in his life, he doesn’t even think to mention Stiles as one of the good things. He says he has nothing, just like before. Stiles isn’t even on his radar, even though they’re looking right at each other. Yet we know that Stiles is basically Scott’s only friend. As someone else with very few friends, I can’t imagine saying to my best friend’s face that I have nothing and no one. Let alone if that friend had been keeping me from dying and teaching me how to be a fucking werewolf for months on end. When do we see him worry about Stiles being human and stuck in the middle of all this? Especially in earlier seasons, we never see him say anything like “maybe you should hang back cus’ you’ll get hurt.” Like, we know that Stiles would do it anyway. And we’d get pissed if Scott told Stiles he wasn’t allowed to help because he was human, but that’s because Scott doesn’t get to tell Stiles what to do. We know Stiles finds ways to protect himself when he has to, but Scott never even asks. He never hints at “I’m worried about you and please know I wont’ be mad if you stay away from the fight.” Even Derek shoves Stiles behind him when the kanima shows up. There’s the thing where he warns them ‘if something goes wrong call for me.” But he explicity says that worry is for Allison, even though she has some method of self-defense. Stiles has nothing. Scott never cares enough to think “Maybe we shouldn’t bring him to the rave where there’s gonna be a vicious killing machine that has already tried to attack him once.” One word from Peter “vulnerable” and Scott stalks Allison (and forces Stiles to help him) for a week. But Stiles gets trapped in a pool for hours, scared out of his mind, and Scott never so much as seems to get clingy? He just assumes Stiles will be fine. He feels entitled to Stiles’ help and assistance, without putting any thought into Stiles’ safety. He asks “is it illegal?” not “Will you get in trouble?” He looks at Stiles when he says “I can’t protect anyone” But when was he trying to protect STILES? Then there’s the part where while he’s ‘under the influence of the wolfsbane whistle’ (A plot point I fucking hate) he drags Stiles down with him and includes him in being nothing. Being no one. He assumes that if he was nothing before the bite, then Stiles must’ve been nothing also. And since Stiles didn’t get bitten, it also implies that Stiles is still nothing. He’s just hanging on Scott’s wolfy coattails. That’s an incredibly entitled viewpoint to have.

Admittedly, we do see some more humble moments with Allison, especially at the beginning of their relationship, where he says “I just wanna make sure I get my second chance” he’s not assuming he’ll get it. Go scott! (I’m not the hugest fan of him asking her out after he’s clearly just done her a massive favor and is keeping her from getting in trouble for hitting a dog, and she’s wearing his SHIRT and she can’t really say no without looking absolutely horrible, but she seemed pretty into him, so I’ll let it go) But once they’re together? I know that most best friends share secrets and private stuff with each other...but Scott tells Stiles so much about his sex life with Allison that Stiles is actually pissed off and kind of disgusted by it. Stiles. Who is supposed to be sex obsessed. Even he thinks that it’s just way too much information. I can’t imagine Allison would be comfortable with Stiles knowing that much about her in bed. (But at the same time, we see Scott tell Stiles that he never wants any more info on Stiles in bed than Stiles’ vague innuendo abt wet dreams, and then he still feels entitled to tell Stiles whatever he wants about him and Allison and won’t listen when Stiles asks him to stop.) When he asks Allison to go out with someone else, there’s so much that makes me both sad and angry. She is confused and scared, and has clearly committed really hard to Scott (enough to go against everything her family wants) and he tells her to go on a date with someone else. Not just that, but to kiss someone else. To kiss Matt, specifically, whom he knows Stiles thinks is really fucking creepy (though, we need to acknowledge that no one knew Matt was stalking Allison.) And she tries to show him that he’s asking for something really fucking weird and uncomfortable. “Kiss him? You mean, like really kiss him?” And even then, he doesn’t think anything is weird about telling his girlfriend (and they are clearly v monogamous. We see how insanely possessive he is of her, losing his shit when she’s just introduced to other guys Lydia knows, after only one date that he bailed from) to kiss someone else, but not kiss them the way she kisses him. He doesn’t ask for any info about the date, doesn’t ask if Allison’s uncomfortable. He just says “Do it.” and expects her to obey. He feel entitled to controlling who she’s with and what she does, without asking her if she’s okay with it. Because I haven’t seen later seasons in a long time, I usually try to stick to the earlier stuff so I’m less likely to say something stupid, but I do remember him scaring her in her bedroom. There’s a lot about that scene to unpack, but in the case of Allison specifically, we see that he still feels entitled to touch her. They are not friends right now. She has not given any hint that she wants to get back together (except asking to talk to him in ep.1). He should not feel like it is in any way okay to touch her at all, let alone hold her still with super strength. But he does. In his mind. She’s Allison, so why wouldn’t he able to touch her?

He also feels entitled to his leadership. We need to make clear that Scott doesn’t do the leadership stuff. He just happens to be the person in the friend group who’s a werewolf. Stiles and Jackson are the ones who go and set Peter on fire after they can’t get ahold of Scott (WHO IS NOW WITH DEREK, and THEREFORE HAS HIS PHONE). (You’re telling me Scott could’ve done the howl thing at any time to find Derek, and he just left him there for a week?) (Also, yes, I know Stiles was also not involved in helping find Derek until Peter made him. I’m annoyed at him too.) What is leadership-worthy about leaving a tortured man on a grate with electric wires plugged into his side and shackles on his wrists until he agrees to help you kill his own uncle (Oh, also, I have Peter feelings and have salty thoughts about the plot of s1, if anyone’s interested)? But let’s say Scott’s leadership comes in Season 2, not at the end of S1. But when exactly does he earn it? When he tells a teenage girl he doesn’t care about the humiliation and pain that led her to taking a bite that would cure her lifelong illness and give her a friend group that she didn’t have to be afraid of or bullied by? When he called a boy who looked him in the eyes and begged for him to keep his wolf secret “Bloodthirsty”? When he dismissed Boyd’s want for the bite, which was a way for him to make friends and feel like he belonged somewhere, as ridiculous? When he damaged Boyd’s workplace in a way that would almost certainly get Boyd in trouble? (You think smashing a massive crater into the middle of the ice rink with his fist didn’t get Boyd yelled at or maybe even fired?) When Boyd asked to talk to him on the field, and Scott attacked without rhyme or reason? When he let Erica sit and seize while he fussed over Allison? “This doesn’t Feel right” really Scott? You know, I think Erica, who’s having a fucking seizure in the next aisle, would agree! Hurry the fuck up! Oh my god, I went so off track. I have more thoughts on all that though, if anyone’s curious. Anyway. Scott doesn’t do anything that actually entails being a leader. His one job in the rave, he passes off to Isaac so that he can go call Gerard, because he’s currently working with the villain behind everyone’s back. The whole thing with Allison telling her parents and the plan with Derek getting messed up? Yeah, that was Scott’s fault for not telling her. Hell, for not telling GERARD. He, what he expected her to read his mind? Scott knew Allison was telling her parents about Jackson! She said she would tell them after he broke out of the van! The entire fuckup is his fault. But he still shouts at her and blames her and says she should’ve ‘trusted’ him. He passes all the guilt onto her and leaves her there on the verge of tears. He’s entitled to her obedience and he’s entitled to shaming her and scolding her like a child when she doesn’t do what he wants.

So, yeah, I think Scott’s entitled.

Scott is: Misogynistic. This one...I’m not so sure? Scott has a lot of bad qualities, a lot of behavior that’s incredibly toxic and manipulative, but I can honestly say that I can’t think of a single time when his reasoning for not letting/not thinking someone is capable of doing something is because they’re female?

There’s a lot to be said about the manipulative way that he speaks to and interacts with his girlfriends, but that doesn’t stem from misogyny, from what I can see. It stems from everything else. From his self-obsession, from his moral code, from his honest belief that he deserves obedience and complete candor from those closest to him. He does this to everyone, not just the women. It’s just easier to see it with the women because we’re primed to look for it. (I’m making the assumption here that you are female/feminine presenting, anon, since I know that the vast majority of the fandom is, but if I’m wrong, my apologies) Wow, though I’d have more to say on this bit, but I don’t.

Scott is: Toxicly Masculine. I’m not sure where I lay on this idea. Teen Wolf does have a lot of general instances of toxic masculinity, and Scott does exhibit some of them, but again, part of those behaviors can be found in women as well.

I know that it regularly pissed me off how often they reduced men to sex machines. *Scott and Allison are making out on Allison’s bed* Scott: “I don’t wanna make you do anything you don’t wanna do.” Allison: “I’m not doing anything I don’t wanna do. Are you?” Scott (incredulous): “Are you seriously asking me that question?”

*Stiles and Heather are talking about having sex at the party* Heather: “I mean, would you be okay with that?” Stiles (gently mocking): “Would I be okay with that? Yes, yes, I believe so.” They go out of their way to completely negate the possibility that a guy wouldn’t be into sex, even making the concept of asking for a man’s consent sound silly. This becomes even more toxic when Stiles complains about Malia leaving marks on him, hurting him during sex, and he gets teased for it. No one considers it a problem that Malia is scratching him. He’s expected to be appreciative of it/like it.

There’s the possessiveness, yes. Scott does some really fucked up, possessive things. Like freaking on Allison when Lydia introduces her to other guys, or getting angry from the sidelines just because Jackson is talking to Allison, not even flirting with her. Or running off to attack Jackson AND Allison (because there’s no proof he was only going after Jackson, and he’s only ever been able to follow allison’s scent across town, so he couldn’t have specifically been looking for Jackson) after she broke up with him. Throwing Isaac into a wall for liking Allison, even though they’ve been broken up for FOUR MONTHS. I can’t think of any more at the moment. But it’s a lot. BUT. We also see possessive behavior from Malia (yeah, she was an actual coyote for years, but she’s still a woman.) and similar amounts of aggression throughout the seasons from most of the shifters, implying that the habit is born from the werewolf/shifter thing, and not specifically Scott being toxicly masculine. (It’s still not good, but it’s not technically toxic masculinity.)

Aggression I think we can all agree is a shifter-wide phenomenon.

So, yeah, there’s instances that come across this way, and there’s also evidence that some of it is werewolf related, not scott related. I’m torn.

Anyway, again, I’ve talked way too much. If there are moments from later in the show that I’m missing that specifically prove/disprove these points, I’d love to know about it and check it out! I feel you Anon, Scott is infuriating and you’re in good company. <3

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 4 years ago

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Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt 146

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Keith had a whole new routine to learn. Anywhere between roughly 4am and 9am, the bathroom was dedicated to sole use by Lance. Coran took all the medical supplies he’d sent Lance to Cuba with, and sent them off with a fresh load. Fresh blood in the morning. Shower. Injection. Food. Blood. Nap. Nap some more if the first nap proved unsatisfactory. Wake up for a few hours. Let Lance clean the apartment. Convince Lance to take a break and watch a movie with him. Then Lance would get up again half way through. Wander around the apartment. Catch his boyfriend trying not to cry. Cuddle said boyfriend as Lance mostly admitted he didn’t know why he was crying. Coax Lance down for cuddles, have a few minutes of cuddles, then Lance would remember he was doing the washing or something that required his attention. More blood. Another injection. Food somewhere in there. Blood. Kosmo’s walk time for the group of them with no arguing allowed. Dinner. Blood bag while cuddling and attempting to rewatch whatever they’d been watching before. Bed. Sex. Clean up. Cuddles. Morning cuddles. He loved the cuddle bit as much as the sex bit... He’d fight anyone who didn’t think Lance was sin on legs.

Keith supposed he couldn’t call it a routine when it spanned two days. Lance insisted that Shiro and Curtis stay. Sometimes Keith had to fight Curtis for Lance’s attention as they’d both get into some show he just couldn’t and the pair would be crying as they finished each other’s sentences over whatever had happened. Shiro was getting better too. His arm still cast, Lance drawing a small bat, that looked like a burrito with a head and legs, when Shiro asked if he wanted to sign it. Keith secretly jealous because it was pretty cute.

Sent out to do food shopping with Shiro, Keith was the first to admit his heart wasn’t in it. Lance was fooling nobody as he sent the pair of them. Yeah, Keith really needed Shiro time and Shiro did only have one arm. Walking into his brother for his third time, Shiro raised an eyebrow at him

“Don’t give me that look”

“Did I give you a look?”

“I know you know that I know you did”

His brother chuckled at him

“Okay, maybe I did. But Lance is safe at home with Curtis”

“I know”

“Then...?”

“Am I doing the right thing?”

Shiro gave him a confused look, Keith sighing before continuing

“I mean. I don’t know how to help him. I don’t know if I am helping him. He lost his mum and I wasn’t there”

“Ah”

“Ah” didn’t give him the answer he was looking for

“That’s all you’ve got to say?”

“No. I mean. I don’t know what to say or do for him either. Krolia wants to see you both. Lance mentioned he’d picked up on her scent”

“I don’t know if waving my living mum in front of his face is the best idea”

“I think trying to protect him is only going to make things worse. You know how he is. He craves normality”

“He’s grieving”

“And we can’t take that pain from him. I know it’s not the happy reunion you planned”

“No. I was supposed to go home to both of them. I feel like I failed Mami”

Hugging him in the middle of the shopping isle, Shiro knew how to make a scene

“You didn’t fail either of them. I heard you crying the night before last. I know you want to help Lance, but I’m worried about you too, kiddo”

He was crying, but not for the reason Shiro thought. Lance had turned on him. Tickling him ruthlessly when he suggested Kosmo sleep on the floor

“I’m doing better than he is”

“I know you’re strong, but Mami... well, she was a hell of a woman. She instantly accepted you. Loved you. Helped you heal and let Krolia in. She was a big part of your life for the time you knew her. I know you’re taking things hard, but you guys don’t have to do it alone. I was relieved that Lance wanted us there”

Keith was shocked. Kind of annoyed, if he was being honest. He’d wanted to spend the few days at the apartment having some private time to talk and plan things

“Oop. I’ve stepped on a mine, haven’t I?”

“No. I mean. Yeah, but no. He stopped asking about Rome. I got kind of drunk in Cuba with Matt, and I know I told him something, but I can’t remember what”

“Matt called to tell me. He said you managed to embarrass him with your love for Lance”

Keith groaned, shoving Shiro off

“I decided it’d be a great time to start getting loud about how good Lance is in bed. I keep forgetting he’s like 18 years older than me. He just... he’s so cute”

“He looks a little older. Not much, but his face is a little thinner”

“Coran says it’s pregnancy related. Lance is... too okay with it. I mean, 27 years he spent looking 18”

“And now I’d say he looks about 21, 22 maybe”

“I know. I know Coran is the best man to be around with everything going on...”

“... but you’re trying to take on too much. We’re clueless with the baby thing”

Yeah. Pretty much. He got all the fun things. Enjoying Lance’s changing body. Belly rubs. Kissing the bump. Lance got the morning sickness and potential complications

“Rieva kind of said the same. I blew up at him for not telling me sooner... hence drinking with Matt”

Slinging his arm over Keith’s shoulder, Shiro used his broken arm so Keith couldn’t brush him off

“You had a human moment. I’m shocked. You let yourself feel... Where’s my brother?”

“Ha ha. Go fuck yourself”

“Aw, don’t be like that. Look. I’m proud of you. You’ve come a long way, and you’ve still got a long way to go. These things, they’re only temporary. Lance might not have any complications at all. And he might. I know you two tend to pull into each other when you’re hurting, but we’re all a team”

“Rieva’s decided we’re part of her pack”

“See. So what’s up? Other than us crashing your sex party”

A couple passing gave them both long stares. Keith could have murdered his brother, Keith pushing the shopping cart forward

“It’s not a sex party. It’s not even about the sex. Which is amazing, thanks for asking. It’s just that we haven’t had a chance to sit down and get things organised. Lance’s already three steps ahead. He’s updated his will. I need to do mine, but I guess I’m wondering what I even have to offer our kids”

“You have you. Your kids aren’t going to remember what they did and didn’t have. They’re going to remember that both their fathers loved them”

“Sometimes I feel like it would have been easier if it wasn’t twins... I feel horrible. I love both of them...”

Keith felt like the worst dad ever for considering it. He felt dirty and unworthy, when Lance was trying his hardest to keep things going smoothly. Shiro chuckling at him kind of stunned him. How could his brother not be taking this seriously?!

“You’ve got cold feet. Look. I can get a copy of your will from work. Coran’s got us both on leave until the first of March, and I’m free of this bad boy. You’ll have time to talk”

Oh... Maybe. He didn’t know how to be a dad. Shiro had learned along the way, but he’d been such an awkward and jaded teen...

Keith sighed. It seemed like they’d never be done with everything they needed to do on top of daily life

“I want to get this organised so it’s one less thing to worry about. Lance is packing himself about going back to Garrison. He needs Pidge and Hunk time, just the three of them. Matt and Rieva are almost always around. I can’t kick them out, even for a few hours. Then there’s the nursery. If we have it upstairs it’s more practical, but then there’s the worry of the stares. When Lance gets bigger, stairs... I don’t like stairs”

“Simple. If stairs are too much, you’ll stay at the apartment until the birth”

“But there’s sharp corners and baby proofing. Everything sharp is going to have to be locked away...”

His brother pulled him close, ruffling his hair

“You’ve got months until then”

Shiro didn’t get it. These were his kids. He’d already started looking up how to baby proof a house and Lance’s house really needed upgrading. June would be there before they knew it

“I want it all organised so we can relax and enjoy what time we have before the twins come”

“We’ll make a weekend of it. See. Problem solved”

A weekend?! This was more than locks on doors and putting the kitchen knives away

“Not “problem solved”, it hasn’t happened yet”

His brother laughed at him

“You’re so serious. Okay. We’ll tackle this like a mission plan. You start making a list of the things you think need to be done. Then, we’ll tackle them on the weekends and weekdays we have free until Lance pops”

That sounded logical. Keith wasn’t sure how to process something so logical

“Do we have enough time? I mean... Coran said he could go into labour early”

“Coran was trying to prepare you so you’d understand if something did happen. He wasn’t trying to freak you out, despite the bang up job he did. No wonder Lance has been so on edge. He doesn’t do well when he feels he’s letting everyone down”

Keith shook his head. Lance was feeling along the same lines he’d spent so many years feeling. The key difference was that they had each other now and Keith knew Lance would gradually settle once he was home again with Blue and the craziness that was their friends group. As Lance would say they needed to take things one step at a time

“He hasn’t let anyone down. He still loves all of us. He’s been trying to hard and he was alone too long. He’s messed up still, over Sendak. Part of me wonders if he thinks losing Mami was some kind of fucked up Karma”

“We both know he’d got PTS. The support system he has changed when he lost his mother. I can’t imagine his pain. Not after all he went through. But I can promise we’ll get it worked out”

Probably in six months time knowing their track record

“That’s dragging you guys in. You haven’t told me how things went with Coran”

“Coran is going to try summoning the demon now that it’s more corporeal. He says there’s a much better chance of banishment”

Keith stomped on Shiro’s foot. How could his brother not tell him. Shiro hopping on the spot, hissing out

“What was that for?!”

“That’s for not telling me. What does Curtis think? Pidge and the others work on this for months. Does Coran really think it’ll help?”

Sure, he’d been preoccupied, but this was massive. And massively awesome news!

“We don’t know yet and Curtis is still deciding. It’s up to him”

Ummm... What was there to decide? If it was safe and Curtis was going to be happier, it was kind of obvious Shiro should be dropping hints

“You’re his boyfriend”

“And he can be as stubborn as your boyfriend when he wants to be”

“So?! If it’s going to help, then he should go for it”

“It’s not that simple. It’d be like taking the vampire out of Lance. Curtis found acceptance as he is now. He’s not quite sure how to cope with the idea of being human again”

Oh. Yeah. Keith got it when Shiro put it like that. Curtis found life hard being forced to tell the truth. All his new friendships since coming to Platt had that key element

“Lance and I will support him. Lance is like best friends forever with him, and Matt, and Matt is far more annoying that Curtis”

“I’ll remember to tell him that”

Oh, Matthew Holt knew exactly what he was doing. He knew he knew and knew Keith knew he knew, and now Keith was getting confused and Matt wasn’t even there to laugh at him for his Matt induced confusion

“He knows. I think he delights in driving me slowly insane”

“He delights in driving everyone slowly insane”

“Except Rieva”

“She’s a perfect match for him. He did well falling for her”

Rieva was amazing. All their friends were amazing... and Rieva was so above Matt’s league

“He did. We wouldn’t have been able to bring down Zarkon and Honerva without her help”

“And she never would have learned about her parents without Lance winning Lotor over”

Ugh. Loturd could go suck a sewer pipe

“I never want to see Lotor again”

“Then I shouldn’t tell you he’s planning on moving to Platt?”

Taken by surprise, Keith managed to crash the cart into the shelving. Shiro cringing as cans fell into the cart

“What?!”

“Lotor is planning on moving to Platt, and helping here”

“He can help by fucking off”

Like he wanted Lotor near Lance, even with this change of heart thing he had going on

“He’s going to manage things in Europe. As much as it sucks, not everything can be dismantled with a click of the fingers now Honerva and Zarkon have been slain. As next in line, he has a lot to clear up. Acxa submitted an application to be join VOLTRON. Zethrid was mad as hell she missed stowing away in your luggage and seeing Lance again”

The what? Zethrid was very clingy... and very interesting in Lance... and him. It was kind of uncomfortable

“She can keep her paws off my boyfriend. They didn’t even help them escape earlier”

Nope. That particular memory didn’t leave Keith salty at all

“Enchanted chains. They couldn’t use magic. Lance probably didn’t know about it, because I didn’t even know about it. Apparently their blood lines are pretty unique, which was why Lotor was drawn to them”

What? Okay, the chains made sense seeing Lance and Lotor were both chained up and unable to break free

“When did you find this out?”

“We were in the same debriefings... How could you forget?!”

Because if it wasn’t to do with Lance, he hadn’t been paying that closer attention. But... like... he seriously didn’t remember hearing about this. Keith groaned at himself. Moving to clean up the mess he’d made in the cart

“I’m hopeless, aren’t I?”

“You were focused on being with Lance”

“Plus my idiot brother got his arm broken. And my idiot brother-in-law got his curse worsened”

“And you busted up your ribs. There was a lot going on”

“I know. I wish I could remember what I told Lance”

Shiro taunted him in a sing-song, instantly getting under Keith’s skin

“Probably how much you love him. And how much you want to kiss him. And marry him”

Ugh... some of that sounded painfully familiar. Huffing at his brother, he had no good retort

“Fuck off. You and Curtis are as bad”

“I can’t deny it. He gets me”

“You’re impossible!”

“And you’re Keith. Nice to meet you”

Letting out a frustrated growl, Keith gave up trying to straighten things up. His brother was impossible. Why did Shiro seem to have some kind of magic that settled something deep inside of him, then in the next instant he wanted to throttle him?! They were shopping for their trip back to Garrison, and he was taking his task seriously as Lance was craving chocolate. They were supposed to get in, get everything, and get out. Not cause a scene, crash a cart, and leave him seriously wondering how bad it would be to leave Shiro lost and wandering the supermarket aisles.

Click and collect was a wonderful thing. Lance and Curtis hatching a plan of their own that involved getting the two brothers out of the apartment. Lance knew he’d been up as down. Mostly down. Coran, and Krolia, were coming over for dinner, bringing back his things so he no longer had to use the laptop Coran had given for Cuba. He’d been looped into chat by Keith, but that wasn’t the same. He wanted to catch up on everything ahead of going back to Garrison.

Keith would have had a fit if he knew Lance went out. He was supposed to be resting. He’d done a lot of resting. A lot of letting Keith cuddle him, but now he was at the apartment he couldn’t seem to stop cleaning. The apartment gathered a lot of dust, airing and cleaning. Meal prep. Trying to be patient as Keith questioned what was in his injections. Vitamins. Obviously. He’d stressed everyone out enough, so he’d decided he wanted to make a fancy dinner. He wanted to thank them for being there during his flunk. He also wanted to take Keith to mami’s grave, but finding the right moment hadn’t been easy. Concentrating on feeling better and Keith had to come first.

He’d timed his click and collect to be picked up just after Shiro and Keith left, ordering everything the previous night when Keith was in the shower. He’d sent them for things for dessert, hoping the pair of them would struggle to find everything on the list, and be forced to spend some quality sibling time together.

Half an hour later Lance was back in the apartment. Curtis wore a hat to cover his small horns, but he clearly felt self conscious about them in public. Coran said he might be able to summon the demon out of Curtis and Curtis was struggling hard with that. Lots of cuddles with his friend made them both feel better. Lance wanted things to go well for Curtis so badly he could almost taste it. Curtis deserved so much happiness.

Placing the bags and boxes on the kitchen bench, Curtis’s ban had been lifted from the kitchen. Setting down the slow cooker, Curtis let out of a sigh of relief

“Are you sure you bought enough?”

“Yep. Keith really seemed to like Ropa Vieja in Cuba”

“I’ve never heard of it”

Not enough people had. Lance kind of realising he’d become monotonous with his cooking

“That’s because you hunters have no idea what good food is. He wanted me to teach him how to make it, but I think for tonight I’m going to go ahead and make it, and make sure he still likes it”

“Are you sure I should be making it with you? He won’t be upset?”

Probably. But it wasn’t like he was doing it traditionally, or how his Mami taught him

“Nah. I’ll teach him mami’s recipe over the stove top. Tonight I’m making it a little more mild to suit yours and Shiro’s taste. Are you still blowing up kitchen appliances?”

Curtis groaned

“Sometimes?”

“You can help slice the veggies then. Assuming you’re not going to cut your finger off”

Curtis rolled his eyes as he hip bumped him

“I’m not that bad. It’s Shiro you have to watch out for in the kitchen”

Lance chuckled. Keith had come a long way, but he still had a lot to learn

“I should book the three of you for a master class with Hunk. Hunk is the sunshine of my life, but mess up in the kitchen and he’s ruthless”

“I don’t believe it”

“You should. We had a disagreement over something once and it still haunts me to this day”

With the prep work going mostly smoothly, everything was in the slow cooker by the time Keith and Shiro came back. Evidence of Lance’s and Curtis’s little trip out hidden away, as much as it could be. The pair of them catching up on the soap operas that they’d missed, knowing neither of their boyfriends held any interest in them. Letting them in, Shiro had his arms full, Kosmo jumping off the sofa to race over to Keith, with a happy bark. Immediately interested in the bags of shopping Keith was carrying. There was more there than Lance remembered sending them out to buy

“Back!”

Kosmo happily ignored Keith. Trailing after the brothers as they headed into the kitchen. Shiro the first to comment

“Something smells good”

Engrossed in his show, Lance halfheartedly replied

“That’d be dinner”

“You’re making dinner, already?”

“Curtis helped. I don’t know how it’ll turn out”

Keith stood on tiptoe as he dumped the bags he was carrying on the bench

“You’re supposed to be taking it easy”

“I am. You guys picked the wrong time to come home. We’re just about to see who’s Carla’s baby daddy”

Curtis backed him up

“My money’s on Stephan. Lance thinks it Kris”

Shiro sounded bored of it all

“Riiiiight. So you two had a good time?”

Curtis answering his boyfriend

“Yep. We went out for a bit, and now Lance is about to be wrong”

There went the secret. Not that Shiro and Keith wouldn’t have figure it out when he told them what was for dinner. Grabbing the TV remote, Curtis hit pause

“What about you two? I didn’t think Lance had so many things on his list”

Keith mumbled, Lance turning his attention to his boyfriend. Downcast eyes, nervous weight shift...

“We got distracted”

Shocker right there. That was bound to happen when you left Shiro and Keith alone. Now Lance was curious, Shiro laughing as he ruffled Keith’s hair, Keith seeming to shrink back... there was something afoot here

“I think you’ll like the result. Keith, why don’t you take Lance and show him what you found”

“I can show him later”

“You could show him now. Curtis can help me unpack”

Keith grumbled, lifting three bags back off the bench

“I fucking hate you”

“You’ll thank me later. Of you two go”

#once bitten twice stupid #oncebittentwicestupid #ashratherose

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