#or maybe next week when i f i n a l l y finish the beach sisters bc im too tired for that this week sorryyyyy

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happy akarin day!!

[f1angelz]

Hey there , saw your requests open soo

Carlos x fem reader

The reader is pretty closed off, calm or unemotional person, works in academia. Somehow her and Carlos are dating and it hasn't been that long. Carlos wants to know more of her and like form an emotional bond but the reader is pretty nonchalant. But he notices that she's much more reactive when they're having sex or getting yk. And he uses that to his advantage to get her to say I love you back (she loves him but never says that)

You can take your time. No worries (•‿•)

𝒄𝒂𝒕 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒆? — carlos sainz x f!reader

summary: everyone’s shocked how y/n is carlos sainz’s girlfriend. her personality didn’t really show it— calm and nonchalant, never really the type to open up even towards carlos. will he be able to change that?

content warnings: smut (18+) mdni, cunnilingus, bathroom sex (but there’s no penetration so idk if that’s still considered), not proofread again 😭 please excuse errors you might encounter.

this fic contains super basic spanish words!

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“No, are you serious?”

“Miss Y/L/N? Dating THE Carlos Sainz?”

“I know, why hasn’t she told us? If I were her, I’d be bragging about it everyday.”

“Maybe that’s why she had someone substitute for her Friday class, she was at the race last week.”

Said the students who gossiped over their TA, Y/N.

Recently, a picture of Carlos and Y/N in the Ferrari garage was released all over social media. It went viral, the post reaching almost a million likes.

Y/N obviously wasn’t the type to post content of her boyfriend. She was rather reserved, her social medias were private and little to no posts— she didn’t even have a TikTok account.

Even at the start of their relationship, Y/N didn’t know Carlos was an F1 driver. She only found out when he invited her to a race.

The sound of Y/N’s heels clicking against the marble tiles echoed throughout the hallway, making her way towards the lecture hall. She pushed the laminated wood door open and the students immediately fell silent, watching her as she made her way towards the desk.

“Mr. Sanders won’t be able to make it today, so he won’t be able to deliver a lecture.” Y/N said while she brought out her laptop and placed it on the desk. After the students heard the news, they whispered a small ‘yes’.

“However, he has instructed me to create a quiz on last week’s lesson.”

The students groaned.

Y/N opened her laptop, “The quiz can now be accessed, you have 1 hour to answer. Goodluck.”

The students got to work and Y/N as well, answering several emails and creating lesson plans for the next semester.

Work never really seemed to end for her, she was always glued to her laptop— and when Carlos wanted to spend time with her, it would take a long persuading to do so.

1 hour quickly passed by and Y/N stood up, “Please submit your quizzes. Late submissions 2 minutes after will incur deductions. Once you have finished, you may leave the lecture hall.”

Some students who were already finished left as instructed while others were still fixing their things.

Just as Y/N was about to fix her things too, her phone vibrated and a notification appeared.

Carlos: Mi preciosa, what time do you get off work?

She opened her phone and replied.

Y/N: Now, actually. Why? My 11 to 3 pm class got cancelled.

Carlos: I was wondering if we could grab lunch? I’ll fetch you from work.

“Miss Y/L/N?” A voice interrupted, Y/N looked up from her phone and saw a group of students surrounding her.

“We’d like to ask what’s the passing score? One of them asked.

“Passing is 25.”

All of them let out a sigh of relief.

“Thank you, Miss. See you next week!” They replied and slowly walked away “We hope to see you in the race next week.” One joked, causing their elbow to be nudged.

Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed upon hearing the statement, causing her to stand up. “Excuse me?”

“Oh, well you’re all over social media right now, Miss. We know you’re dating Carlos Sainz.”

“Yeah, why haven’t you said anything? It’s something to brag about.”

Y/N inhaled deeply, “Yes, I’m dating Carlos Sainz. Why does that matter? It isn’t my responsibility to announce my relationship status. Now, please leave the lecture hall.”

The students were stunned and they apologized. They left the hall, leaving her all alone.

Y/N huffed and grabbed her things, closed the lights and left the hall.

She grabbed her phone out of her pocket and messaged Carlos, telling him that she was already off work and already walking towards the exit.

Carlos was already parked outside of the University. Among all the other cars parked there, Y/N knew which one was her boyfriend’s car. She walked towards his car and knocked on the passenger’s door, Carlos opened it and greeted her with a warm smile.

Y/N smiled back and sat in the passenger’s seat, closing the door.

“How was work, amor?” Carlos asked as he started leaving the parking lot.

“It’s okay, I guess.”

“I guess?” He questioned.

“My students found out that we’re dating.” Y/N sighed and fixed her hair on the mirror.

“How’d they find out?”

“I don’t know, I told them off and I left the lecture hall immediately.”

Carlos glanced over to her, “Amor, what about it if they found out we’re dating? You’re smart, beautiful, and definitely more than what I deserve. What’s the worry?”

“Nothing.” She shrugged off Carlos’ question.

Their lunch ended on a good note and went home immediately after, at Y/N’s apartment.

Y/N tapped her keycard against the door lock, pushing it open. She took off her heels and placed it on the shoe rack behind the door, Carlos’ actions following hers. The cold beige colored marble tiles made contact with feet, her thin socks barely giving her any warmth.

“I’m going to take a shower.” Y/N announced, making her way towards the bedroom and Carlos hummed in response.

He always wondered why she wasn’t as open towards him. Sure, she’s shared some things about her past, and her life in general, but she never really shared anything regarding her emotions.

Although she’s somewhat affectionate, it’s still a shock to her how she really just couldn’t say the three words that meant the most— I love you.

The sound of metal clinking on the ceramic jewelry plate resonated throughout the bedroom, Y/N taking off her accessories before she showered.

“You’re so beautiful, you know?” Carlos leaned against the bathroom’s doorway, watching Y/N as she unbuttoned her blue silk button down top. She looked towards his direction, flashing him a small smile.

As she was about to unbutton the last one, Carlos wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close, closing the gap between them. His hands wandered, while he placed soft kisses on Y/N’s neck.

“Carlos..” Her words fell, lost in his kisses. “— what are you doing..” She let out a soft moan.

“Te gusta, Mi amor?” Carlos said in between kisses, slowing making them aggressive.

“Si…” Was all Y/N managed to let out.

It was like Carlos turned on a switch in her brain, he never saw her like this. Submissive, melting even at the slightest touch.

Out of desperation, Y/N guided his hand towards her right breast, pushing her bra. Carlos played with her nipple, tugging and pulling on it. Y/N looked at herself in the mirror in front of her, desperate and needy for her lover’s touch.

She finally removed her top, only leaving her in her bra and panties, her slacks gone even before Carlos entered.

“Hermosa.” Carlos said under his breath, looking at Y/N’s figure on the mirror. She turned around and faced him, pulling him in for a deep, passionate kiss. “May I take this off?” Carlos asked in between kisses and tugged on her bra strap, she hummed in response. With one swift movement, her bra fell loose, letting it drop on the floor.

Carlos pulled away and unbuttoned his linen polo, tossing it somewhere. Y/N couldn’t believe what was in front of her— it was her first time seeing Carlos topless. She placed a hand on his chest and he watched, her hand slowly going down towards his crotch.

Before she could unbuckle his belt, Carlos inched towards her, causing her to lean against the sink.

“Sit on the counter for me, yeah?” And she obliged, her feet hanging off the counter.

Y/N’s hands wandered along his chest and arms, desperate for his next move. Carlos brought his hand towards her left breast, kneading it as his mouth latched onto her right nipple. She felt herself getting wet, her core beginning to feel a familiar tingle.

Carlos pulled away for a moment, “Is this okay?” She nodded, her free hand making its way towards her core, ready to touch herself. But Carlos was quick to stop her, “Ah ah, no. Let me.”

“Por favor, Carlos.” Y/N begged, growing impatient.

Carlos laughed, “Since when were you so impatient, amor?” He took off her panties and tossed them aside, revealing her wet core.

Y/N spread her pussy lips apart, her clit exposed and covered with her wetness. Carlos went on his knees and placed kisses on her inner thigh, inching closer towards her pussy. Y/N grabbed his hair, desperately wanting to be touched.

He placed his thumb on the entrance of her pussy, spreading her wetness around. Y/N’s breath hitched, “Fuck, Carlos.” He licked her clit gently, his thumb still toying with her entrance.

“You love this, no?” Carlos taunted, his licks now turned into sucking which made her crazier.

“So— so much, f-fuck! More!” Y/N moaned out, her grip on Carlos’ dark brown locks tightening.

Carlos picked up the pace, her sounds of pleasure growing louder and louder each time his tongue grazed over her clit.

Y/N brought her hand towards her breast, pinching and twisting her nipple to stimulate herself.

Carlos couldn’t believe the sight before him. Her chest heaving up and down, breaths shaky from the work his tongue was doing on her pussy.

He felt that Y/N was cumming soon, her wetness growing even more. “Are you close, amor?” Y/N nodded like her life depended on it, “Si, amor— fuck! I’m so close!” She struggled to say, her orgasm nearing.

“You wanna cum?”

“Yes, please— please! I want to cum!”

“Tell me that you love me, and I’ll let you cum.” Carlos stopped sucking on her pussy and rubbed her clit with his thumb instead, in a painfully slow motion.

“W-what?” She breathed out, unsure of what he said.

“Tell me you love me.” Carlos stood up and pulled her closer, his middle and ring finger rubbing her clit as he picked up the pace.

Y/N jaw remained open, unable to comprehend what Carlos said.

“Cat got your tongue, amor?” He smirked and rubbed even faster, the sound of her wetness spreading around her skin.

“A-ah! I love you— fuck! I love you, C-carlos!” She screamed as her orgasm came over her, her legs tightened on his hips. Carlos groaned, giving her wet pussy a slap before slightly pulling away.

Y/N processed what happened, she actually said I love you.

How did that happen?

Still recovering from her orgasm, she was panting heavily. Carlos took a good look at the sight in front of him, satisfied with what he did.

“If it takes an orgasm for you to say those words,” Carlos panted, running his hand through his hair. “Then I’d give you an orgasm everyday.”

Y/N let out a laugh, “I never really said I love you because I thought it was too early.”

Or maybe because she wasn’t used to it.

“Amor, I’ve always wanted to hear those words come out of your mouth ever since we’ve started dating.” Carlos cupped her cheek, looking into her eyes. “Por favor, mi amor. Please say I love you more often.”

“But that means I wouldn’t be able to get orgasms anymore.” She joked, Carlos laughed.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make you cum anytime you want.” He placed a kiss on her forehead.

“I love you, Carlos.”

“I love you too, mi preciosa.”

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a/n: this was a experience to write! i haven’t written smut in a while 😭

[keikikait]

ᴄʀᴜꜱʜ (ɢᴏᴊᴏ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

this is part 2 of my previous fic, which you can find here

for my other gojo smut, click here!

pairing: gojo x f!reader (not au, gojo is 29, reader is early-mid 20’s)

word count: 2.5k

summary: you’re home from your teacher retreat to nikko, ready for the new term. what you’re not ready for? gojo to come home to you. 

warnings: (FOR THIS PART) SMUT - 18+ ONLY! MDNI, dom!gojo and sub!reader, protected sex (pill, not mentioned but its there) degrading (he uses the word slut), hair pulling, nipple play, spitplay (bye….), light edging, finger/thumb sucking (don’t look at me), use of the words [cock, cunt, and tits], slight oral (f receiving), a bit of angst & a bit of mean gojo, nickname use [baby, pretty girl, doll], no use of y/n

a note: i know i said this would be out next week but it was my day off so i wrote it all today. this is less angst, more smut, but i can’t help myself so there is some angst. also, im sorry i made gojo such an asshole, i promise that he will get better! part 3 will be out soon my loves.

please reblog and like, it means a lot! let me know what you think!

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Your eyes are already open when your alarm goes off. 

You didn’t sleep at all. There was no point, even after you finished crying your head hurt too much to sleep, even with some painkillers. You laid there, wide awake all night thinking about Gojo. Did he think of you, too? You turn the alarm off and slide out of bed, your slipper-covered feet shuffling as you make your way around your apartment. 

You brush your teeth and look in the mirror. Your eyes are puffy and swollen, mascara smeared down your cheeks. You pop some spoons in the freezer to cool as you clean yourself up and get dressed. Your phone sits untouched on the bedside table, still plugged in.

You sit on the side of your bed, pressing the now cold spoons against your swollen eyes. You take deep breaths, trying to relax. You had every right to be upset, after all. Gojo has no reason to string you along, whispering sweet nothings in your ear at night about how you’re his girl, his doll, his everything. But that’s exactly what that was. Nothing. Maybe, you think, this is some kind of karma. Some sort of punishment for your arrogance, for thinking you could have what everyone else wants, Gojo, and here—at last—it was.

You put on some de-puffing undereye patches that you keep in the fridge and clean your entire apartment spotless to distract yourself, music blasting from the phone in your back pocket. You finally throw out that dead fern you got as a gift from the school board when you first started, and you finally clean out your fridge of the now moldy condiments you tried once on a whim. You’re washing dishes when the front door opens and, suddenly, Gojo steps inside. He had opted for his dark blue circular sunglasses today, an odd choice for the winter but you didn’t mind it. “Hi,” you say, surprised, pulling off the bright marigold gloves and setting them on the side of the sink to dry. For a second, you think about the absolute state of your eyes. The swelling and puffiness had gone down, and even though he had never seen you cry, you think about the fact that even if he noticed your eyes he wouldn’t care enough to ask questions.

“Hey,” is all Gojo says in response. You wait to see if he says anything else, or if he is going to try to explain himself, but he doesn’t, and eventually moves across your apartment to head to the bathroom. You hesitate before you make your way after him, passing his duffel bag on the floor of your closet, which was unzipped and filled with enough clothes that it was clear that he was going to stay for a while.

You feel pathetic admitting it to yourself but having Gojo there — not just in your apartment, but in your room — feels nice. He doesn’t speak to you yet, but his very presence steadies and refocuses you. As grateful as you are that he came back to you, you are also a little disappointed in yourself, by how dependent you are, how weak. Who were you without him?

Eventually, he faces you, peering at you over the top of his glasses. “Hey, pretty girl.”

You swallow hard, willing yourself to be strong, to finally confront him about all of the false promises and the date with Himiko, but you can’t. Not yet. “Hi, Gojo.”

He smiles, reaching you with just one step and collecting you in his arms, wrapping them tightly around your hips. He leans down and kisses you, for the first time in almost nine days, and you feel yourself giving up, giving all power to him.

After a few seconds, he pulls away, smirking. “I missed you. I’m sorry that I didn’t come home last night…I got carried away.”

You’ve noticed over the past eleven months (yes, you kept track) of your situationship that he uses that term a lot; carried away. He uses it when he gets a little too handsy during the free periods at work and when he stares at you a bit too long during staff meetings. He uses it when he forgets to call or text you and when it seems like you’re the last thing on his mind. Maybe you are. 

You smile, shrugging. “Don’t worry about it, baby. I’m just glad you’re here now.”

He grins, gently running his hands up your back, lightly scratching his nails against you, making you shiver. “Of course. I always come back home to you.” He bends at the knees and picks you up, carrying you the short distance to your bed before laying you down and climbing on top of you. Excitement fills your body as he leans down and starts placing soft kisses along your neck. You arch into him, whining and tugging on his sleeves, and he chuckles. “Relax, doll. Quit acting so desperate. You’re not in charge here, remember?”

You feel drool pool in your mouth and you quickly swallow it. “I’m sorry, Gojo, it’s just that —”

He interrupts you, sliding his thumb into your mouth to shut you up. “I know, baby, I know. You went eight whole days without my touch and now you’re acting like a desperate little slut,” You nod, hoping he won’t tease you this time. He smirks at the dumb look on your face before saying, “Open.” You do, opening your mouth wide and sticking your tongue out a little. He pulls his thumb away and draws back briefly before spitting into your open mouth. You swallow it without his command. You know what he likes.

He grins, kissing your lips once more before kissing down your chin and neck, slowly sliding off your t-shirt. You whine and squirm under him, and after he pulls your shirt off he clamps his hand over your mouth. “Shut up. If you keep whining, I won’t fuck you at all. Is that what you want?” You shake your head vigorously, that’s the last thing you want. He removes his hand before continuing, “Good. Don’t speak unless I tell you to,” You nod, relaxing into your sheets as he kisses down your chest. He pushes your bra up over your tits, groaning as he squeezes them in his hands. “Fuck. I missed my girls.” You would normally scold him for objectifying you, but at this moment you didn’t care. You wanted his hands on you, and you wanted his dick inside of you as soon as possible.

He takes the sunglasses off and brings one of your nipples to his mouth, lightly brushing his lips against it to tease you. He sticks his tongue out and drags it along your nipple in circles, loving the way your thighs fall open and the little sounds you make. He finally, finally sucks your nipple into his mouth, pinching the other one hard just to feel you squirm. He rolls your bare nipple between his fingers while he lightly nibbles on the one in his mouth. Your head is spinning, and all you can do is tug on his hair as he teases you. He lets go of your nipple with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting it to his lips. He picks it up on his finger and rubs it on your face just to humiliate you.

He kisses down your torso, tugging down your pyjama bottoms and tossing them onto the floor. He kisses your thighs as he pushes them up and against your chest so you’re nice and spread out for him, just as he likes. He notices the wet spot on your plain blue cotton underwear and smirks, rubbing at it with his thumb. “Someone’s eager, aren’t they?”

You take it you can respond to him now. “Fuck, Gojo, please! Please stop teasing me, I already went eight days without you.” The whine in your voice makes him feel so big, so powerful. He barely touches you and you’re already crumbling at his feet. Maybe he should keep you there.

He makes that condescending tsk tsk tsk sound that normally annoys you, but now you can’t help it and you whine and squirm even more. “You’re so desperate, baby. You can’t even handle a little teasing?” He presses his thumb right against your clit, the wet spot spreads even more. “I guess you do have a point, though. I haven’t made you cum since we left for Nikko.” He kisses right above the hem of your underwear before pulling it down, the blue fabric now dangling around your ankle. He moans, pushing your legs back even further and spreading your cunt. 

He spits directly onto your pink little hole, watching as it mixes with your juices. In this moment, you’re his. You’re his everything, his girl, his doll. In this moment you actually mean something to him, when you’re spread out and begging for his attention. He runs his pointer finger down your slit, collecting some spit before dragging it back up to your clit and lightly circling it.

You almost cum on the spot. Days of pent-up horniness and teasing and you’re as sensitive as ever. You bite your lip, looking over at him with nothing but love and affection in your gaze. “Please, Gojo. Please don’t tease me. I don’t know if I can handle it.”

He gets comfortable, moving your thighs over his shoulders as he lays down on the bed. “You’ll take what I give you. Don’t disappoint me.” He circles your clit with his finger one last time before leaning down and sucking it into his mouth. You arch your back, your hands finding solace in his hair as you writhe and moan. He moans at your taste, gripping your hips hard as he gets lost in your cute little cunt. You grind against his face, and he lets you, loving the feeling of your clit against his tongue. He teases your hole with his fingers, sliding his thumb in as he swirls his tongue around your clit in circles. You clench up tight, mumbling praises along with I’m gonna cum! Please let me cum! before he pulls away completely. He laughs at the noise you make, and at the way your face contorts and tears well in your eyes. He slaps the inside of your thigh before standing up and unbuttoning his pants. “Oh, come on. Be a good girl for me, okay?”

You move up on the bed, your back supported by your pillows as he climbs over you. You’ve seen his dick a lot, more times than you can count, but the sheer size of it always surprises you. Thick and long, slightly curved to the left, with a pretty pink tip to match. His balls are big, too, full of cum and practically begging to be in your mouth, which waters as soon as you see it. 

Gojo looms over you, pushing you onto the bed as he slides in between your legs and gets comfortable. He rubs his tip against you, getting it nice and wet so you don’t struggle with the size as he fucks you, at least not too much. In a moment of pure intimacy, he reaches his hand up and rubs his thumb against your cheek, looking at you with an almost adoring gaze. You go to say something to him but all words escape your throat as he pushes his cock into you. You both moan in unison as he slides in and out slowly.

“God,” he groans, leaning down on his elbows and getting right in your face. “I missed you so much, baby. I know I’m such a dick to you, I just can’t help it, you look so cute when you’re angry…fuck, you feel so good.” He isn’t vocal in bed very often, and your heart swells as you get to watch him come undone and make such pretty noises as he does. 

In the heat of the moment, you forgive him. You know you’ll probably regret it, but you can’t stay mad at him when he’s looking at you like you’re the only woman in the world for him. Your smile is cut short by your moan as you manage to say, “It’s okay, Gojo. Please just stay here. Stay here with me.”

Gojo nods, propping himself up on one flat palm as his hips pick up speed. Normally he loves foreplay, he can tease you and edge you for hours, but the time spent without you in his arms and without you wrapped around his cock was too much to bare for him. He knows he fucked up, but he can’t take it back. He’s Satoru Gojo, and he has a reputation he needs to uphold. He’s all run, and you’re all fight, and that’s part of the reason why he feels so drawn to you.

He looks at you, moving to his elbows and reaching up to grab your face and pull you into a kiss. He pulls away and presses his forehead against yours, biting his lip as his hips move even faster. He drops back down to his elbows, your chests pressed together as he shakily moans, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, doll, I’m gonna cum.”

You nod, pulling at the hair at the nape of his neck as you cum around him, clenching down on his cock. He buries his face in your neck as he cums after you, cumming inside of you, like he always does. His breathing is ragged as he lays there, his cock twitching inside of you as his cum spills inside. Gojo eventually moves away from your neck, some of his hair matted to his forehead, slick with sweat. You push the hair back and smile at him, kissing his forehead gently. Even if he didn’t love you, you still loved him. And you think you always will.

He pulls out, immediately getting you a towel splashed with some warm water as he cleans you up. He’s gentle with his aftercare, making sure you’re comfortable, and collecting your water bottle from the living room. You pee before getting dressed, laying with him on the bed. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you close, pressing your face into his chest, and sliding his hand into your hair. He holds you there for a while, your breathing in sync before he leans down and kisses your forehead. 

Gojo puts on a cooking show to watch on your TV, setting the remote aside as he holds you close. He strokes your hair, and your mind starts to drift, and you wonder if he cares about you in the same way you care about him. Are you not good enough for him? Is there something wrong with you? Are you not what he wants? Are you not what he needs? You wake up every morning, hopeful for what’s to come with him, but you spend most of your time thinking about what you’ve already had and what he’s already said to you. You’re missing all these memories—maybe they were never even yours. 

Nothing hurts like he does.

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part 3 is here

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I Like It Like That

A/N ::: You and your bf, Tanjiro, go to bed after a long week. He wants to know what else makes you tick. *Aged up Tajiro - 20*

C/W ::: a little tiny bit of sexy talk, fingering, oral {M -> F}, that's about it. Just {{!!ADULT!!}} Tanjiro figuring you out.

Art by ::: Youshima I found this on Pinterest

It was an early night for you and your boyfriend. The week had been an especially long one and all you wanted to do was take a hot bath in your oversized tub and climb into your comfortable bed.

"Oh my god, I'm so tired," you complained to Tanjiro.

"Yes, I am as well. But ... do you think that maybe we could just lay here and maybe ... talk for a bit?"

You propped yourself on your elbow and looked his face over. Having the repeated epiphany about how truly beautiful he is.

"Yeah sure. I suppose I can muster up some conversation for you. What'd ya wanna talk 'bout?" You asked, feeling his eyes look over your bare shoulders and rest on your cleavage.

"I've just been..." He trailed off. Almost like he was carefully thinking about how to choose his next words. "Ok, so, I've been wondering, what's your favorite thing to do in bed?"

"You. You're my favorite thing to do in bed." He hadn't even finished speaking when you blurted out your answer.

"Oh! Wow!" His eyes got big. "But I, I mean, what do you like me to do, y/n. To you. What do I do that makes you happy?" A soft pink dusted over his cheeks. He's so pretty when he blushes.

"Ah, gotcha. I like... I like when you, when you put your, well, when you finger me. I like it when you put your rough fingers inside of me. You know, I like how rough they are." Why we're you fiddling your words up. You're not the shy one in this partnership. But talking about what you want him to do was different than showing him.

"You, you like how my rough fingers feel against your ... most sensitive places? Wow! Ok. So... like this?" He ran his fingers from your knee, to your thigh. Giving the plush skin a few squeezes as he looked up at you, eyes quietly pleading for you to kiss him. He ran his hand over your pussy, tracing the outline of the entrance.

"Mmhm, yeah. Like that." You kissed him and lay your head back onto the pillows. I like it when, when you, ah, when you lick me. And, and, I like it when you use your tongue." You could feel yourself getting wet under his careful touch.

"Y/n, I cant 'lick you' without using my tongue," he laughed.

"Shut up! I'm, I can't think clearly right now." You joined him in his melodious laughter. But you stopped after a second. He wanted to learn about your body. And far be it from you to deny him that joy.

"Yeah? How do you want me to use my tongue, hm?"

"L-like, like you're eating me. Like I'm ice cream, and may– maybe I'm melting all over your face."

"Like this, y/n?" He scooted down and squared his face up with your wet cunt. Trying so hard to discreetly breathe your scent in. And so sweetly failing at his not so covert inhalation.

He began to dip his tongue into your wet pussy, and he'd suck on and flick it against your clit.

"Oh, god, so good, Tanjiro. Yes. Just like that." Your cunt released a wave of pleasure with each bit of pressure he put down on you.

He stopped his licking to look up at you from under his disheveled hair.

"No, don't stop. Please don't stop." You begged him. "It ... it feels too good, please don't ..."

"Ok, I won't. I jus' wann'ed to look at ya." He resumed. He would start from your clit, working it around with his tongue and lips. So carefully sucking on the little bead.

His cautiousness was sweet. But you wanted more. More of his fingers, his hands mouth lips. Cock. His whole body. You wanted it pressing down on you. Smashing you down.

You were sopping wet, your body begging for more friction. You lifted your hips and spread your legs more for him. Giving him a good look at you.

"Tanjiro, baby, please, I'm ... you're not going to break me. I promise. I'm not made of parchment paper. Be a little rougher. Please?"

He let out an inaudible "mm" against your wet cunt. You felt him shift as he positioned his body. He slid one, then two fingers inside of you, fucking them into your tight wet cunt.

You were surprised at his change in demeanor. But more than anything, excited.

He used his left hand to pin your hips down, so you wouldn't buck against his hand. But the sudden increase in pace of his fingers and mouth, was something that was driving you mad.

"Tanji, hoh ... fffuck baby, that feels s'ohh ... god!"

He looked at you, his hair and eyes were wild. You've never seen him like this before and it was so intense to see your generally mild mannered lover turn so feral.

You wrapped your legs around his neck, and pushed his face even deeper into your pussy. Your legs were trembling as they locked around him.

"Ahh, fuck Tanjiro! Oh SHIT!" You came on his face, tongue and hand. Your body was a trembling wreck. Beads of sweat dripped down your face and over your breasts onto the sheets. And he thought the wet spot you made was such a masterpiece.

Tanjiro was so proud of himself for doing this to you.

He climbed up and rested half of his body on you. His cock was hardly any less apparent than when he comes to you with an achy, dripping mass.

"Like that, sweetheart?" He asked, his chest heaving. Knowing fully well that was exactly what you wanted.

"Yes, Tanjiro. Just ... like ... that."

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[soulkeeper801]

The Bet - Twice’s Nayeon

(A/N: According to this poll, you like longer fics instead of several parts. So hope you enjoy these almost 3.5k words!)

f!reader x Nayeon

Nayeon and Jihyo bet on who can take Y/N out on a date first, until one of them catches real feelings and wants to back off.

“What’s taking Mr. Park so long?” Jihyo wondered as she stretched before the mirror.

The girls were gathered in the practice room waiting for their choreographer to arrive. He was almost half an hour late, something that never happened.

“I heard his wife was pregnant, maybe she’s got an appointment or something,” Sana commented. “He looks like the kind of person who would leave everything behind for his wife”.

Jihyo nodded at the new information, trying to figure out how they were going to continue without the guidance of their teacher. 

“Choreography is almost done,” Tzuyu said, noticing the worry on her leader’s face. “Can’t we practice it by ourselves?”

“We can,” Momo encouraged, getting up from the floor and suggesting everyone to do so. “There are some little details that we can go through together and we can wrap it up”.

As they were about to get in position, the door flung open. Their manager looked out of breath as he stepped inside of the room, calling everyone to gather around him.

“Mr. Park won’t come, his wife is having their baby right now and he’s at the hospital with her”.

Tiny gasps echoed in the room as the girls smiled widely at the good news.

“So I had to get someone last minute to replace him and help you through the final parts of the choreography”.

Momo looked past his shoulder and noticed a familiar face behind the door that brought a relieved smile to her face.

“She’s been working for Itzy these last few months and she’s familiar with Mr. Park’s work, so she knows how your choreography ends,” he assured, getting nods of approval from the girls. “Ms. Y/L/N, please come in”.

As soon as you arrived, you received several bows as a sign of respect. You had seen them many times in the building so you weren’t strangers, yet this was the first time you got to work together.

“Hello, everyone. I’ve been working with Mr. Park on this project so I’m used to what you have been doing the last few weeks. I’m confident we will finish it without any trouble”.

The practice went on smoothly. You had each part clear and got to make every girl shine whenever they got the center. You didn’t have any experience working with so many people at the same time, yet the girls made you feel comfortable enough.

You left the practice with the promise of coming back the next day to keep finishing up the details. Mr. Park was going to be away for a couple of weeks so they passed the project over to you.

“I didn’t know Y/N was this good,” Momo said as they were picking up their stuff.  “I had seen her around but I never saw her dance,” she kept saying. “I’m glad she’s taking over”.

“She’s also very…” Dahyun said, trying to find a word to describe the feeling you gave her.

“Pretty?” two voices said at the same time.

Jihyo and Nayeon looked at each other when they realized it was them.

“I was about to say something related to the way she teaches, but now we know Jihyo unnie and Nayeon unnie have the same type”.

Both girls laughed out loud at how the word simply escaped their lips.

“Y/N looks like the kind of girl who would go for an introverted type,” Tzuyu pointed out. They hadn’t been for a long time with you but that was the feeling she perceived.

“I think so too,” Momo supported, “you two are really far from the calm type,” she joked, giving them a teasing smile.

Nayeon rolled her eyes. “I don’t need to be a certain type to make someone fall for me,” she stated, curling a strand of her hair with a finger and flashing a smug smile.

Jihyo laughed along with her. “Right, she could easily fall for me, I’m just not interested in that way”.

“Is that so?” Momo asked, raising her eyebrows at the younger girl’s statement, “or you’re just not sure if she’d say yes to you?”

“What are you trying to say?” Jihyo replied, a bit offended at the sudden comment.

“I think she means that it’s easier to say you don’t get her because you don’t want to than accepting the fact she wouldn’t say yes to you”. Nayeon replied calmly, knowing perfectly well that she was making her mad.

“Is that a challenge?” Jihyo asked one more time.

“It can be,” Nayeon replied, holding her leader’s gaze as they were now face to face.

“I don’t think that's a good idea…” Momo said under her breath. The other girls were still sitting on the floor watching how both girls were arguing.

“The first one who gets to take Y/N on a date,” Jihyo stated.

“How will we know if we succeeded?” Nayeon asked, defining the terms.

“A picture”.

“Done,” Jihyo agreed, gripping Nayeon’s hand in a tight handshake as they both were dazzled by the sudden competition.

A chorus of deep sighs was heard in the background. The others knew anything could go right when the two stubborn girls plotted something like this.

*

Jihyo never left any space for improvisation. She had every moment of her life thoroughly planned out. The moment she knew she had to get close to you in order to ask you out on a date, she simply observed.

You arrived at the practice room and the first thing she noticed was that you took a couple of vitamins before starting to stretch.

“I take the same ones,” she casually said, before starting stretching by your side.

It took you a bit by surprise the way she just struck up a conversation with you, but you welcomed it as a nice gesture from the leader to make you feel at home. Getting to be familiar with an already consolidated group of people wasn’t easy and she was trying to make you comfortable. You were grateful.

“They’re really good especially when you’re about to engage in physical activity, I guess you’re already used to it,” you said, looking at her through the mirror since she was now sitting next to you.

“Yeah,” she trailed off, turning to her side to look at you.

“What?” you asked, as her eyes wandered on your hair.

“I’ve always wanted to grow my hair like yours, but it’s so difficult, how do you do it?” sincere admiration on Jihyo's face as she focused her attention on your words.

Unknown to the both of you, Nayeon was looking intently at the conversation that was happening in front of the mirror.

She didn’t know what Jihyo had asked you but it brought the brightest smile on your face as you kept talking and talking passionately about something. What could you possibly be talking about that made your eyes sparkle as much as they were?

“So this thing about Y/N was not a joke?” a short haired girl asked as she sat down beside her.

“Shut up,” Nayeon replied, her eyes not leaving you and Jihyo.

“I just hope no one’s feelings get hurt,” Jeongyeon said.

The statement made the older girl chuckle. “It’s not that deep, we’re just having fun. It’s gonna be over in less than a few days when I get Y/N to have dinner with me”.

Jeongyeon shook her head. “You two are really stubborn, huh? I think this is the biggest proof now”.

“Okay, girls,” you said, standing in front of the mirror and calling them to the middle. “Let’s begin by going through yesterday’s formation, shall we?”

Jihyo shot a smug smile Nayeon’s way, as the older girl simply rolled her eyes.

-

“Wait, wait,” Nayeon said as she abruptly remembered something before getting into the van that was taking them back to the dorm. “I left my bag at the practice room!”

Jihyo whined at the realization of what the older girl was doing. “Unnie, that’s not fair!”

Nayeon closed the car’s door and shot a big smile at her leader. “I’m gonna ask Y/N for a ride so you can just get back to the dorm without me”.

As the car moved away, Nayeon hurriedly made her way back to the building. She arrived at the floor of the practice room and noticed it was the only light still on. Everyone seemed to have ended their shifts long ago. She checked her phone and realized it was almost midnight.

When she was about to step into the room, a sudden noise made her stop in her tracks. She pressed her back to the wall before the door to hear what was happening inside. She recognized your voice but it was now tainted with a soft cry. 

Her eyes shot wide open at your next words.

“Please stop calling me,” you said in a whisper as your tears streamed down your face. “It’s been two months already, I’ve moved on, I don’t wanna see you again”.

Nayeon took a glimpse of you from the door and saw you hugging your knees in front of the mirror holding your phone to your ear. 

What happened to the bright smile and beautiful eyes that she saw a couple of hours ago? 

Her heart broke when you sobbed and your voice got louder.

“You played with me! This was your fault! Don’t even call me again!”

You hung up and threw the phone away. The tears now falling freely in your face, you were shaking due to the sobs getting almost unbearable.

Nayeon didn’t know what to do. She felt terribly sorry for listening to your conversation, she didn’t mean to do so, she was just trying to play along with the stupid bet. 

However, she knew that you were going through something. She didn’t have the right to ask what it was or what happened, but she knew you might need someone to listen, someone to be there even if it was an almost stranger.

As soon as she heard your sobs becoming quieter, she quietly stepped into the room.

“I’m sorry,” she said after clearing her throat, letting you know she was there. “I think I forgot my bag and some stuff here”.

You immediately stood up and wiped the tears away, facing towards the wall so Nayeon wouldn’t notice, but little did you know she had already heard everything.

“Don’t worry,” you replied, not meeting her eyes yet, “I was gathering my stuff here and was about to leave”.

You took a look at the time and realized it was already too late.

“Is your manager waiting for you?” you asked, as you stuffed your belongings in your bag, noticing how the other girl was doing the same. The air was filled with tension since any of you said a word.

“Oh, well…” she fidgeted with her fingers. “I don’t think they are waiting for me”.

Nayeon had planned to charm her way into convincing you to take her home, but she wasn’t expecting the scene she found minutes ago. 

Now she felt guilty for even thinking of inconveniencing you. 

You nodded, feeling a little defeated since you wanted to go back home and rest for a while, dissipating your mind. “No worries, I can take you there”.

She walked towards the elevator with her head hung low. There couldn’t be a worse time to do what she was planning to do. 

As you both got into the car, an unknown number rang your phone. You froze at the sight of your screen lighting up because of the notification. Nayeon noticed and out of pure impulse, rejected the call.

A long sigh of relief left your lips as her eyes widened at the realization of what she had done.

“I’m so sorry,” she said a couple of times. “I shouldn’t have, I just…”

“No,” you replied, the light of the car being the only one in the parking lot, “thank you”.

After a couple of seconds, you continued. “It’s been a couple rough months and I didn’t have the courage to decline the call,” you said in a whisper, your eyes still fixed on the phone. “It was this easy”.

Nayeon tried really hard to find the right words to comfort you.

“I know we don’t know each other, but I can assure you that if you ever need to talk to someone you can call me. I’m not the best at giving advice, but maybe I can be of help”.

You chuckled softly at her words and finally gathered the courage to look at her eyes. They were sincere and meant every word that had left her lips.

“I…” you said, “don’t wanna talk about it,” she nodded. “I rather ease my mind thinking about anything else but that”.

Nayeon immediately understood that.

“Today a makeup brand sent me a bunch of lipsticks,” she suddenly said, trying to take your mind anywhere so you wouldn’t think of what was bothering you. “I got so many shades,” she continued, now going through her stuff, “I’m gonna give you these two, I think they would go really well with your skin”.

“I love them,” you said as you started the car. “What other colors do you wear?”

Nayeon smiled at the sight of your face lighting up again.

*

“Uhm, Y/N?” Jihyo asked cautiously as she approached you before the practice started. “I’ve got you these vitamins that I’m taking. I think they will work for you too”.

You turned to see her as she handed you a small bottle. “Thank you,” you said, reading the indications on the surface. “Oh, this is also for hair nourishment?”

“Yes!” Jihyo replied excitedly, “I remembered you were telling me about how you wanted your hair to be stronger. Although, I think it looks pretty anyways”.

Her sudden compliment turned your cheeks a little pink.

“Do you mind if you help me stretch?” she asked, a little more confident now, maybe due to your reaction.

You nodded before standing behind her. 

“Sorry,” you said before placing a hand on her right shoulder. She chuckled. “If you throw your head to this side while holding your shoulder in place, you’ll feel a better pull on your neck muscles,” she did as you told her. “See?”

The leader smiled surprisedly at the sudden relief she felt while doing so. “Y/N, you’re too good at this!”

Nayeon was annoyed.

She didn’t know what was happening between you two but it seemed like you were getting closer. Closer than whatever happened the night before to her. 

It was all because of the bet, right? She wanted to win, that’s why she was feeling kind of bitter.

Right?

“I think Jihyo is a couple steps forward with this one,” Jeongyeon said, looking at Jihyo applying pressure to a certain point in your back as a way to relax. “They are all over each other, what’s happening?”

“I don’t know,” Nayeon simply replied, having a weird feeling in her chest. “Do they look good together?”

You had taken Jihyo’s phone and were now typing something in it while the shorter girl smiled widely at the action.

Jeongyeon turned to take a look at Nayeon’s face after that question. “What does that mean?”

“I don’t know…”

*

Once again, it was almost midnight after everyone left. You were in charge of making sure everything was at its place and ready for cleaning service the next day. As you were about to turn the lights of the practice room off, you heard steps coming to the door.

“Nayeon?”

“Hi,” she replied softly from the other side of the door. She had her backpack and was fidgeting with her fingers.

“How can I help you?” you asked, making sure everything was okay, since she looked like there was something wrong.

“Well,” she trailed off, her eyes wandering around. “Remember how you said you wanted to try more lipstick colors?” You nodded. “Well, I got you this”.

Nayeon took a set from her backpack. It was an expensive set with bright colors that she had bought for you. A big smile formed on your face.

“You didn’t have to!” you said, as you excitedly hurried towards her and took the set from her hands. You didn’t see it, but her face lit up at the sight of your happiness.

“I, actually, have something for you, too,” you said, after a couple of seconds contemplating if you should do it or not. “It’s nothing fancy, but yesterday you told me you didn’t have this”.

You went back to your stuff and took a small keychain with a flashlight.

“No way,” she said as she started laughing while clapping her hands. “I’ve wanted one of these for so long!”

Nayeon took the keychain like a kid would take a new toy. She turned the flashlight on and off repeatedly while laughing at it. “I wouldn’t think you’d remember this”.

“I wouldn’t think you’d get me this either”.

As you both fell in silence, her eyes found yours as a big grin was still plastered in your face.

“Uhm,” she trailed off. “Would it be weird if we go eat something right now?”

“I’m…” you said, noticing how expectant she was, “actually very hungry right now”.

*

“Jihyo?” Nayeon called as she got to the kitchen where the leader was having breakfast. Momo and Jeongyeon were there already while the others were still sleeping.

The night before had gone perfectly. You both arrived at a small restaurant and ordered some appetizers and a couple of beers. Once you started talking, it never stopped. Nayeon found so many exciting things about you that she wanted to treasure forever. She discovered that you’ve been dancing your whole life and even got an offer to become an idol by JYP himself, yet your love for the art and not the fame got you the chance to work as a choreographer for the company. 

Not only did she find out more about you, she found out things about herself, too. She noticed how pretty you were with your blushed cheeks due to the beer, how you would giggle at things you found cute and how it all made her heart warm. She was usually really talkative and loud, yet the night before she stayed silent, enjoying the sound of your voice.

She wasn’t sure why, but she wanted to see you again, and again, and again.

“Unnie!” Jihyo said as she showed you her phone. From where she was standing, she couldn’t see what her leader was showing. “I’m about to ask Y/N to have lunch today! I’m winning this!” she said, letting a little evil laugh out.

Her heart skipped a beat.

“Wait, wait!” Nayeon said, rushing towards her and taking the phone away.

“Yah!” she whined, trying to take it back. “You’re just jealous that my charming skills are better than yours!”.

“No,” the older girl replied, putting the phone in her pocket. “I wanted to talk to you about this”.

The serious tone in her voice got not only Jihyo’s attention, but also Momo and Jeongyeon’s.

“I want to call the bet off”.

“No way,” Jihyo replied, “I’m about to ask her out on a date and now you wanna call the bet off?” she asked rhetorically, trying to get her phone back. 

Nayeon groaned. “I went out with her last night, that’s why I got home late”.

Three pairs of eyes landed on her immediately. 

“What?!” Jihyo asked in disbelief. “Picture or you didn’t win”.

The older girl shook her head. “That’s why I wanna call the bet off. I don’t have a picture, I didn’t even have time to”.

“What do you mean, unnie?” Momo asked from the table where she was sitting. 

Nayeon sighed. “I like Y/N. I think I wanna ask her out on a date officially but I don’t want to continue with this bet. It makes me feel like I’m playing with her”.

Jihyo’s eyes widened at the statement. “Why didn’t you say so?”

“I just found out yesterday. I tried to make myself believe that it was just a feeling pushed by the desire of winning a bet but I realized it is not”.

“Are you sure?” Jeongyeon asked cautiously.

“100%. If it was, I would have taken a picture yesterday and showed it as proof. I would have won but I actually want to win her over”.

Jihyo smiled gladly this time.

“So please, don’t ask her out,” Nayeon whispered while hanging her head low. A first time for a girl with a huge ego like her.

Jihyo engulfed her in a tight hug as she got her phone back.

“You got this, unnie. I’m backing off and the bet is over”.

She nodded at the words and felt brave enough to start approaching you with the intention of asking you out officially.

“Unnie?” Jeongyeon said, gaining the older girl’s attention. “I think you two would look good together”.

Nayeon smiled widely at the thought.

She couldn’t wait to see you again.

[loveroftoomanyfandoms]

Angel of God, My Guardian Dear Chapter 19: Matt

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+, MINORS DNI)

Story Summary: While speaking at a local school for visually impaired youth, Matt runs into his childhood best friend, with whom he lost touch almost 20 years prior.

Warning/Tags: None for this chapter.

Word Count: ~ 3600 (Catholic weddings are LONG, y'all.)

A/N: The big day is here! Only one more chapter to go...

"10 minutes until you say 'I do'," Foggy said as Matt finished getting ready for his wedding to Y/N. "I'm honestly surprised you two didn't elope."

Matt chuckled as he adjusted his tie. "We briefly discussed it but Y/N said she wanted to get married in the church with all of our friends and family there."

He smiled to himself. His proposal had gone off without a hitch and he and Y/N had quickly set a wedding date. "Maybe Aunt Ruth and I could start looking at wedding dresses while she's here for Thanksgiving next week," Y/N had said as they lay together in post-engagement coital bliss, her head on Matt's chest as he traced gentle patterns along her bare back.

Matt had nodded. "That sounds like a good idea."

Y/N had looked up at him. "What do you think about the end of April for our wedding? My lease will be up then so it kind of feels like the perfect time to get married."

A smile had spread across Matt's face. "April sounds nice. Want to call the church in the morning to see what dates they have open?"

"Mmm. Mmhmm."

They had called Clinton Church first thing the next morning and booked their wedding date for the end of April.

"5 months until we say 'I do',"  Y/N had said after they had hung up.

Matt had wrapped his arms around Y/N, his heart fluttering at the contented hum she had made. "I can't wait."

He mentally shook his head. "How do I look?"

Foggy patted him on the shoulder. "Like a man who's about to get hitched."

Matt grinned, nervous excitement flitting around his stomach. "Thanks again for your help this morning."

"Of course, buddy, anytime."

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. "Matt?" Aunt Ruth's voice called out. "May I come in?"

"Yeah, Aunt Ruth, come on in," Matt replied, turning towards the door as it opened. 

"Oh my goodness, don't you look handsome," Aunt Ruth said. "And Foggy, you as well."

"Thanks, Ms. Y/L/N," Foggy replied.

"Matt, Y/N would like to speak with you before the ceremony begins."

Matt's blood turned to ice in his veins. Shit, did she change her mind? "Is she okay?"

"Oh yes, everything is fine, dear, I promise," Aunt Ruth reassured him. "Y/N just decided that she wants a private moment with you before you say 'I do'." 

Matt let out a breath and nodded. "Okay."

Aunt Ruth led him down the hall to another room. "I'll see you in a bit, okay?"

Matt nodded and took a deep breath as Aunt Ruth walked away, then knocked softly on the door. "Y/N?"

"Come in," Y/N's voice replied.

Matt opened the door and stepped inside.

He could hear the gentle swish of Y/N's wedding dress as she turned towards him. "Hi, Matty."

"Hi, angel," Matt replied, still nervous that Y/N might have changed her mind about marrying him. "Is everything okay? Aunt Ruth said you needed to talk to me."

Y/N took his hand. "Yeah, sweetheart, everything's fine. I'm sorry if I scared you, I just… I wanted to show you something really quick."

She took a deep breath. "Remember how back when we were kids, all of our personal belongings were labeled with our names?"

Matt nodded. Y/N had helped him keep track of his stuff until he was able to put Braille labels on everything.

Y/N lifted Matt's hand up to the bodice of her dress, right where her heart steadily beat. "My heart has belonged to you since the moment we met."

Matt's brow furrowed as he traced the familiar bumps of Braille writing. M-a-t-t-h-e-w.

"It's in red to match our wedding colors," Y/N explained.

A broad smile spread across Matt's face and he shook his head, fighting the urge to start crying. "I really love you, you know that?" 

Y/N let out a light laugh. "That's good to know, sweetheart, especially considering that we're supposed to be getting married in less than 5 minutes."

Matt grinned. "I better run then. I don't want to spend a minute more than I absolutely have to without you as my wife."

Y/N pressed a kiss to his cheek. "I'll see you in a few minutes."

Matt nodded. "I'll be waiting."

"Love you."

Matt slipped out of the room and headed back down the hall.

"Hey, everything okay?" Foggy asked him as he re-entered his own waiting area.

Matt nodded, unable to keep a smile off of his face. "Yeah, everything's perfect."

Foggy let out a sigh of relief. "Okay, good. Ready then? It's time."

Matt nodded again. "More than ready."

"Alright, let's go get you married."

He and Foggy headed into the church and took their places at the front of the altar, and a few moments later, a soft melody started playing.

Matt waited as Father Davis took his place as officiant, followed by Karen as Y/N's maid of honor, then Harley, Y/N's coworker Jessica's son, as ring bearer and Sophie as flower girl.

He took a deep breath as the doors opened once again and the Bridal March began.

A smile spread across his face as Y/N began her walk towards him.

As she approached, Matt thought back to that first moment they had met. He had immediately known that she was the answer to his prayer, but he hadn't quite realized at the time that he had also been hers.

He held his hand out to Y/N as she reached him, pressing a kiss to the top of her hand before turning to face Father Davis.

"Good afternoon," Father Davis said.

"Good afternoon, Father," everyone replied.

"In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit."

"Amen."

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness Matthew and Y/N join together in holy matrimony. Let us begin with our opening prayer."

Y/N and Matt bowed their heads as Father Davis raised a hand over them. "Dear Heavenly Father," he began, "we ask your blessing down upon Matthew and Y/N as they pledge their lives to one another through the sacrament of marriage. May they look to you for guidance in all that they do, in your name, amen."

"Amen," everyone repeated.

"Please be seated."

Matt and Y/N knelt hand-in-hand on the portable kneeler as everyone sat and Aunt Ruth walked up to do the first reading.

"A reading from the Book of Genesis," she began. "The Lord God said, 'It is not good for man to be alone. I shall make a suitable partner for him. So the Lord formed out of the ground various wild animals and birds of the air'…"

Matt subtly turned his head towards Y/N, who was glancing over at him. 

He gave her hand a squeeze, their silent signal for I love you.

Y/N squeezed his hand back twice in response. I love you too.

"The word of the Lord," Aunt Ruth finished.

Matt turned his attention back to the lectern. "Thanks be to God."

Everyone answered the responsorial psalm, then Foggy walked up to do the second reading. 

He cleared his throat. " A reading from the first letter from St. Paul to the Corinthians.

'If I speak in the tongues of mortals and of angels, but do not have love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. And if I have prophetic powers, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give away all my possessions, and if I hand over my body so that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing.

Love is patient; love is kind; love is not envious or boastful or arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice in wrongdoing, but rejoices in the truth. It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things."

Matt smiled to himself. By that definition, Y/N was love, and Matt was the luckiest man on earth by getting to have her for the rest of his life.

"Love never ends," Foggy continued. "But as for prophecies, they will come to an end; as for tongues, they will cease; as for knowledge, it will come to an end. For we know only in part, and we prophesy only in part; but when the complete comes, the partial will come to an end. 

Faith, hope, and love abide, these three; and the greatest of these is love'."

He went to step down then caught himself. "Uh, the word of the Lord."

"Thanks be to God," Matt replied with a grin.

Next followed the Gospel Acclamation, then the Gospel.

Matt and Y/N stayed kneeling while everyone else sat for the homily.

"I haven't had the privilege of knowing Matthew and Y/N for very long," Father Davis began, "but from what their loved ones have told me, it's about time they got married."

Matt grinned and nodded in agreement as their wedding guests chuckled.

"From my understanding, they met as young children and immediately became inseparable," Father Davis continued, "as only truly best friends can be…"

Matt listened as Father Davis continued tying his and Y/N relationship to the readings.

"God has brought Matthew and Y/N together not once, but twice, and so here we are today, celebrating their love and commitment to one another," Father Davis concluded, turning towards them. "Matthew and Y/N, may you continue to love and support one another all the days of your lives."

Matt nodded and gave Y/N's hand a squeeze.

Father Davis sat for a moment in silent reflection, then stood once again. "Please rise."

Matt and Y/N stood and faced one another. Here we go.

"Matthew and Y/N," Father Davis said, "you have come together into the house of the Church so that in the presence of the Church’s minister and the community your intention to enter into Marriage may be strengthened by the Lord with a sacred seal. Christ abundantly blesses the love that binds you. Through a special Sacrament, he enriches and strengthens those he has already consecrated by Holy Baptism, that they may be faithful to each other forever and assume all the responsibilities of married life. And so, in the presence of the Church, I ask you to state your intentions."

He then went through the standard questions about whether Matt and Y/N were there of their own free will, whether they agreed to love, honor and cherish each other, and whether they would welcome any children they were blessed with, all to which both Matt and Y/N answered in the affirmative.

Father Davis nodded. "Since it is your intention to enter into the sacrament of Holy Matrimony, please join your right hands."

Matt smiled as Y/N took his hand in hers.

"Matthew, do you take Y/N to be your wife?" Father Davis asked. "Do you promise to be faithful to her in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, to love her and to honor her all the days of your life?"

Matt nodded, a broad smile on his face. "I do."

His smile grew even wider as he heard Y/N's heart flutter.

"And do you, Y/N, take Matthew to be your husband?" Father Davis asked Y/N. "Do you promise to be faithful to him in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, to love him and to honor him all the days of your life?"

"I do," Y/N replied, the love and adoration in her voice music to Matt's ears.

"Then may the Lord in his kindness strengthen the consent you have declared before the Church and graciously bring to fulfillment his blessings within you," Father Davis continued. "What God has joined, let no one tear asunder."

Matt couldn't help but grin. We did it. We're married.

Foggy stepped around Matt and handed their rings to Father Davis.

Father Davis sprinkled some holy water over their rings. "Bless and sanctify your servants in their love, O Lord, and let these rings, a sign of their faithfulness, remind them of their love for one another.

Through Christ our Lord."

"Amen," Matt and Y/N said together.

Father Davis handed Matt Y/N's ring. "Matthew, place this ring on Y/N's left hand and repeat after me: ' Y/N, receive this ring as a sign of my love and fidelity'. "

Matt took Y/N's hand and slid her wedding band next to her engagement ring. "Y/N, receive this ring as a sign of my love and fidelity."

"And Y/N," Father Davis continued, "place this ring on Matthew's left hand and repeat after me: 'Matthew, receive this ring as a sign of my love and fidelity'."

Y/N slid Matt's ring onto his finger, the cool metal a comforting weight against his skin. "Matthew, receive this ring as a sign of my love and fidelity."

Matt grinned. While they were shopping for their wedding rings he had been fully prepared for Y/N to just choose a ring for him and be done with it, but instead Y/N had had him try on rings made from all sorts of materials and in all sorts of designs until Matt had found the one he was most comfortable with wearing.

You're the one who has to wear it for the rest of your life, she had said, so shouldn't your comfort be the most important thing?

He turned his attention back towards the altar as Karen walked up to do the Intercessions. "Please respond, 'Lord hear our prayer', " she said.

"Lord hear our prayer," everyone replied automatically.

"For Matthew and Y/N, may they continue to grow and love one another through the faith of their Church, we pray to the Lord."

"Lord hear our prayer."

"For the souls of Matt's father and Y/N's mother, may they rest in peace knowing that their children have found solace in one another, we pray to the Lord."

"Lord hear our prayer."

"For all those in need of intercession, we pray to the Lord."

"Lord hear our prayer."

"We now pause to add our own intentions in silence." Karen paused for a few moments. "We pray to the Lord."

"Lord hear our prayer."

Father Davis waited as Karen took her place back at Y/N's side, then said, "Let us now share the words that Jesus taught us to pray."

Everyone recited the Lord's Prayer, then Father Davis moved back in front of Y/N and Matt. "Matthew and Y/N, please kneel and join hands."

Matt took Y/N's hand in his, grinning as she ran her thumb over his ring.

"Let us pray to the Lord for this bride and groom," Father Davis said, "who kneel at the altar as they begin their married life, that they may always be bound together by love for one another."

After a moment of silence, he continued. "Holy Father, maker of the whole world, who created man and woman in your own image and willed that their union be crowned with your blessing, we humbly beseech you for these your servants, who are joined today in the Sacrament of Matrimony.

May your abundant blessing, Lord, come down upon this bride, Y/N, and upon Matthew, her companion for life, and may the power of your Holy Spirit set their hearts aflame from on high, so that, living out together the gift of Matrimony, they may adorn their family with children and enrich the Church."

"Amen," everyone added.

"Matthew and Y/N, please rise."

Matt grinned as they stood.

"By the power vested in me by the state of New York, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Matthew, you may kiss your bride."

Matt turned towards Y/N and cupped her face in his hands, then pressed his lips to hers. My wife.

"It is my pleasure to present, for the first time ever, Mr. and Mrs. Matthew and Y/N Murdock!" Father Davis continued.

Matt took Y/N's hand in his as they headed back down the aisle.

Y/N gave him another kiss as they reached the end. "I love you so much, Matty."

Matt hummed happily. "I love you too, my angel."

They made their way back around to the altar so they could sign their marriage license and take their wedding photos before walking over to the church's event center for their reception.

Matt grinned over at Y/N as they waited in the lobby for the deejay to announce their arrival. "You think anyone will notice if we skip the reception?"

Y/N huffed out a laugh. "Ready to get our honeymoon started, huh?"

Matt smirked. "Something like that."

"Well considering we're the center of attention and we have our first dance, then the toasts, cake cutting and bouquet toss and our last dance… yeah I think we'd be missed."

Matt took her hand as the deejay turned the music down to speak. "...Please welcome to the dance floor, Mr. & Mrs. Matthew and Y/N Murdock!"

The doors to the event center opened and Matt and Y/N walked in, taking their place in the center of the dance floor.

Matt smiled at Y/N as the music for their first dance started. "May I have this dance, Mrs. Murdock?"

His smile grew wider at the uptick in Y/N's heartbeat. "Why, yes you may, Mr. Murdock," Y/N replied.

Matt pulled her close as they began to sway.

"I'll always remember, the song they were playing

The first time we danced, and I knew

As we swayed to the music, and held to each other

I fell in love with you

Could I have this dance for the rest of my life?

Could you be my partner every night?

When we're together, it feels so right

Could I have this dance for the rest of my life?

I'll always remember, that magic moment

When I held you close to me

As we moved together, I knew forever

You're all I'll ever need

Could I have this dance for the rest of my life?

Could you be my partner every night?

When we're together, it feels so right

Could I have this dance for the rest of my life?

Could I have this dance for the rest of my life?

Could you be my partner every night?

When we're together, it feels so right

Could I have this dance for the rest of my life?"

Matt wiped away a tear from Y/N's eye as the song came to an end, then pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. "Every single one, angel," he murmured. 

Y/N sniffled. "Me too, Matty."

"Come on, sweetheart, let's go eat."

They had decided on a catered buffet for their reception, so they were served their dinner then went to take their seats at the head table.

The deejay turned the music down once again. "Ladies and gentlemen, the best man would like to say a few words."

Matt turned towards Foggy as he stood.

Foggy cleared his throat. "Matt, when you first mentioned Y/N way back in law school I thought you had to have been making her up -- this perfect childhood friend who you had fallen in love with but never got the chance to tell that you loved her."

Matt took Y/N's hand and gave it a squeeze.

"Well," Foggy continued, "it took 16 years but I eventually found out she really did exist, and she's every bit as wonderful as you always described her."

"Aww, thanks, Fog," Y/N said.

Foggy picked up his glass of champagne. "I'd like to raise a glass to the newlyweds. Thank you for letting me be a part of your big day and I love you both -- mazel tov! "

"Cheers!" everyone echoed.

Karen gave a brief speech next, then Y/N said a few words. 

Finally, Matt stood.

"First, I'd like to thank everyone for being here to share in Y/N's and my big day," he began. "I know I can speak for us both when I say that we appreciate each and every one of you for being here to celebrate our wedding with us."

He turned to Foggy and Karen. "Foggy and Karen, we have been through hell and back together and I couldn't have asked for anyone better to stand by my & Y/N's sides as we pledged our lives to each other."

He turned back to Aunt Ruth, who sat at Y/N's other side. "Aunt Ruth, thank you for welcoming me to the family with open arms and for giving me your blessing to marry Y/N."

He smiled down at Y/N. "And finally, Y/N, my beautiful wife. I have loved you since before I even knew what love was and promise that I will show you every single day just how grateful I am that I get to spend the rest of my life with you. Thank you for loving me in return."

Everyone applauded and made "aww" sounds as Y/N stood and cupped Matt's face in her hands, pressing her lips to his. "You're determined to make me cry, aren't you?" she said.

Matt kissed her back. "Only happy tears, angel, I promise."

They sat back down until it was time to cut the cake and do the bouquet and garter toss.

Karen caught Y/N's bouquet, and if Matt purposely made sure that Foggy caught Y/N's garter so that he and Karen would be forced to dance with each other instead of around each other… well.

He just wanted his friends to be as happy as he was, that was all.

Finally the deejay announced the final dance of the evening.

Matt held Y/N close once again as the music played, then finally it was time for their big send-off.

Matt grinned as they got ready to leave. He had a surprise for Y/N and couldn't wait to give it to her.

[doudouneverte]

A surprise for Valentine's Day | VW (d-six)

a/n: here we are, already saturday this fic is a test for my futur Maria serie, i think it's a cool story, i was planning to do something longer but i think it's better like this. I don't really know what to say so have a great weekend and i'll see you tomorrow for the last fic of the v-week, the [Y.B] fic.

*not my GIF*

Maria Hill x F!Agent!Reader; Natasha Romanoff x Female!Reader(best friend); Clint Barton x Female!Reader(best friend); Nick Fury x Female!Reader (Best friend?)

summary: you are requier for a last minut mission on valentine's day. What you find ther will change somthing in your relationship with your wife.

Type: maybe a little angsty and Fluff

Warning: mention of child abuse and torture; Hydra

word count: 1648

day one | day two | day three | day four | day five | day seven

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You were training the new recruit; it's a good job you liked to kick asses, and they started to learn how to fight back. You were pinning an agent when the door slammed. Everyone looked at the door and saw Maria Hill, who was scanning the room, and she found you on top of a new agent; agent Martinez was her name. The black-haired woman hid her confusion pretty well.

"End of the training. Agent Y/l/n, I need you in my office now." She announced, and you let the poor agents leave.

"It was pretty fun; you should have a good reason to stop me. I was about to learn them Nat's special mouv," you pouted.

"I don't remember her ending on top of every enemy each time she did her thing," Maria replied.

"That's because you didn't see her around Wanda." The blue-eyed girl looked at you, raised her eyebrow, and finally noticed what you said.

"Ew, gross." She faked a gag.

"Oh, don't act like this; we both know we did more than that." She slammed your arm. "Why ? it's true"

You were walking and talking about everything and nothing when you stopped in her office. There were plenty of flowers and chocolates.

"You have a lot of admirers, Commander Hill," you said playfully, "and look at those flowers; they're beautiful, don't you think?"

She smiled and said, "Yeah, I love those too." She wrapped her arms around your neck. She was trying to kiss you when Fury arrived.

"Oh, Commander Hill, it's a lot of gifts for one person." You both looked at him.

"Oh, come on, you're bothering us right now, Fury," you said, and he hit the back of your head. "That's hurt."

"I have a mission for you," he said.

"Oh, come on, I can't be with my wife just one day," you replied.

"You spend the entire night with her, and don't worry, you'll have some support, so if you finish quickly, you could be here for the dinner," he said. He walked to his office, and you followed him, dragging your wife with you in the process.

He opened the door, and you saw your two favorite Avengers, Black Widow and Hawkeye. You were glad to see them; they're your best friends, and it's been more complicated to see each other since they joined the Avengers.

"Agent Romanoff, agent Barton, glad to see you," the one-eyed man said. "Sorry to bother you, but I have a mission for the three of you." You didn't really listen to him and rushed to hug your best friends.

"It's been a while," the redhead said.

"Since you both joined the big boys, you are not here often, so it's not my fault if it's been a while," you replied, and the archer rolled his eyes.

"Each time we came, you were on mission," he protested.

"That's because of Fury," you said, and your boss cleared his throat to gain all your attention. "Sorry," you all said at the same time.

"I was saying, you three have a mission in an Hydra base; it should not have some guards, but we're not too careful. So I sent you three; you just have to bring some files they have. These files contain some information about their new target and their plans." The three of you nodded. "You'll leave in one hour. You can dismiss," and you did.

You spent the next hour getting ready and talking about their stuff to be Avengers. You declined the offer to stay work with your wife and train the new recruit.

It was time now; you were in the quinjet, and you were excited. "It seems to have been a decade since we went on a mission together," you said, and your teammates could just laugh at your excitement.

"We should arrive at our destination in 30 minutes, so tell us what you plan for tonight," Clint said.

"Oh, I planned a lot; for starters, we will go to a restaurant; after we will go to the park; it should be the night so there will not be anyone; I think I'll recreate our first date; and after we will go home, and if we're not too tired, you know what comes next." You winked, and the other woman burst out laughing. "Okay, you can laugh, but what have you planned for your first Valentine's Day with your new wife?" you asked.

"Okay, we don't plan anything yet, but I think it will be like usual, you know, she will cook, we'll eat, and I'll thank her later in my way," she replied, and she turned to the only man, "and you?"

"You know Laura and I are not newsmarried anymore, and with the kids, it's complicated to do something just for us, but it's great like that," he replied.

"Oh, come on, you don't want to make a little sister for Lila?" You asked, and he laughed.

"We are already overwhelmed with Nate; I don't think we could handle a new child now." He explained, and you nodded.

You spoke a lot after, and before you could register, you were at your destination. Thankfully, the mission was not too complicated. You were about to leave when you found a secret room. When you entered, your heart skipped a beat in a bad way when you spotted a little girl in the corner of the room. She looked at you; she seemed to be 6; she had beautiful blue eyes; it reminded you of your wife.

"Hey, are you okay?" You asked while you were walking carefully to her; she nodded, but she seemed afraid. "Hey, hey, it's okay. I'll not hurt you. I'm here to save you. What's your name?"

"Elisabeth," she replied shyly, you lend your hand on her shoulder, and examined her.

"Nice to meet you, Elisabeth; I'm Y/N; do you know where your parents are?" She shook her head.

"They said I don't have parents." You tilted your head.

"Who are 'they' ?" you asked.

"The man with the coat," she said, and you started to understand; she was certainly an Hydra experience, and she should have been very young when they kidnapped her if she didn't remember her parents.

"Do you want to come with me?" you asked, and she looked to think about it. "I promise nobody will hurt you anymore, Elisabeth," you added, and she nodded. You picked her up in a bride style and made your way back to the quinjet. "Guys, we need to call Fury now," you said when you entered.

They both turned around to look at you, and they were shocked to see you with a girl, but they didn't say anything and called Fury.

You looked at the little girl and said, "Hey Elisabeth, this is Natasha." You pointed at the black widow, "And Clint." You pointed at Hawkeye. "I want you to stay here with them; I need to return to the base to find something, okay?" She nodded, and you sat her in a seat before the Russian sat beside her.

When you were in the base, you searched all you could find on this little girl, and you were surprised to find three big files full of information about her, about the 'experiment' they did on her, and about all her life since she was here. You were angry, but when Natasha called you through your earpiece, you came to your senses.

"Y/N ? Are you here?"

"Yeah, Nat, what's going on?"

"I think you should come here quickly; the little girl seems to be pretty cold." You didn't reply and rushed to the quinjet. When you were here again, you saw Elisabeth; she was cold. You were surprised that she was able to stay awake, and you remembered what you read in her files.

You walked carefully, wrapped your arms around her shoulder, and used your pyrokinesis power to heat up her temperature. "Here, I'm here; don't worry, princess," and after a few seconds, she started to calm herself and fell asleep in your arms.

Clint turned to you; he just hang up his call with Fury. "Fury wants us to bring her with us; they will do some tests to see if she is alright," he said, and you nodded. The flyback was quiet; you didn't want to awaken her. When you let her go, you carefully took her in your arms and made your way to the medical bay.

You ran to Fury's office; the meeting was fast. He knew how you could be right now; this little girl was like you when you were younger. When he dismissed you, you walked to Maria's office, where she was doing some paperwork. You didn't say anything and sat on her lap.

"I hear about your mission and the girl," she said, and you just pushed your head on the crook of her neck. "I was reading her files," she said. "She looked like you; I mean, she reminded me of you." You raised your head to face her.

"She physically reminds me of you," you said, and she smiled. "I don't want to let her love the life I had; I don't know what to do, but I think we should do something," you added.

"We can have her under our wings," she proposed, and you nodded. "Or... I have something else in mind."

"What is it?" you asked. You were a little confused.

"You know we have our home, our friends, and our jobs, but sometimes when you're on mission, I think something is missing."

"Wait, wait, are you saying what I think you're saying?" A smile appeared on your face.

"Only if you want and if she wants, of course. And we need to talk to Fur-"

You collided your lips against her "yes, of course yes," and she smiled too.

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(part 2 soon)

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Terms Of Agreement | Chapter 4

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Run Down: The monster under your bed, the one in the closet, and your sleep paralysis demon fight for custody.

Content Warnings: Cursing. Mentions of sleep paralysis, hallucinations, and sleep deprivation. Mentions of death, murder, and accidental deaths. Mentions of treating others as lesser than, addressing someone as 'it'.

Technical bonding time

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“F-Fritz!” 

Jeremy’s hug is immediately accepted, Fritz clinging to his best friend even though they saw each other only two days ago. To the redhead, it feels like it’s been a lifetime. “Hey, Jer.” 

“Are you r-r-ready for school?” the taller asks. “I-If you’re not, I’m sure if you a-asked-” 

“I’m ready,” Fritz smiles. Beaks away from the hug to grab Jeremy’s hand to lead him down the street. Not wanting to linger outside his house for too long less three soul hungry beings decide to come outside and demand he better not be late. Or possibly see it as not appreciating such ‘freedom’ and decide to revoke it. “But thanks for asking.” 

“How are y-you? You l-l-look better.”

Fritz would’ve thought Jeremy was just trying to be nice if he hadn’t noticed it himself this morning while starring at the mirror. By no means does he look healthy, and there are still large dark spots under his eyes, but he does look better. Which is weird to think about and not something Vincent, David, or James can claim as their doing. At least intentionally. He has a feeling it had to do with getting a full night’s sleep for the first time since he can remember. 

No nightmares. No shadows lurking in the corner. No sounds jolting him awake. Just dreamless sleep until his alarm clock announced it was time to get up. 

He gives a shrug. “I’m okay.” 

“You won’t be wh-when Mrs. Vance g-g-gives o-our Monday quiz,” Jeremy says, upset himself considering they’ll both be taking it. 

“Why didn’t you remind me!” 

“I f-f-forgot about it until now!” 

And Fritz tries to forget about what’s waiting for him when he goes back home at the end of the school day. Focuses on the fact Jeremy is by his side. That he’s able to go to class like nothing has changed. Get in trouble for not finishing his homework without the threat of death looming over his head. 

Would they care about me having bad grades?

The thought forces Fritz to pay attention even as his teacher drones on about math. His best subject, but not the most entertaining one. 

Do they know about schoolwork and if I have a project coming up? 

Even if they don’t, Fritz can still use it as an excuse to spend more time outside of his house. Maybe he can say doing homework at Jeremy’s house is better for him. 

Would they be suspicious or know I’m lying if I claim to have extracurricular activities?

In case they would, Fritz decides to finally snag the flyer advertising the robotics club. His mom would’ve wanted him to at least think about it, especially after making excuse after excuse to not even check it out. 

It goes by too quickly. Finds himself walking next to Jeremy through the now open gate as they make their way back home. Back to demons who want to eat his sole, and monsters who don’t realize he could die from the simplest of actions, the promise tonight will be far from a restful one. 

“What’d you get on the quiz?” Anything to distract him. 

“I got h-half o-of them wrong,” Jeremy murmurs with a wince. “My dad’s n-n-not going to be h-happy.” 

“We’ll study sometime this week for the next one, deal?” 

“D-Deal.” 

Frtiz smiles up at his best friend in the hopes he looks supportive rather than terrified. It’s taking everything in him not to start trembling now that they’re standing outside his house, the front door wide open. 

Jeremy gives the sight a confused look. “A-A-Are your caretakers w-waiting for you?” 

“Care- um, yeah, they are,” the redhead quickly responds to cover up his own confusion. But off course he’s supposed to have actual ‘caretakers’. A sixteen year old can’t live by themself when there’s a mortgage to pay and food needing to be bought. 

...now that he thinks about it, how did Vincent get the ingredients needed for everything he’s cooked so far? Fritz recognized the meat from when his mom bought it a week ago, but he can’t remember the last time there were carrots in the house. And why hasn’t anyone come by to check on him? 

Questions he’ll be asking, and hopefully these ones won’t make him regret it. 

“Are they n-nice?” 

Ha.

“They’ve been taking care of me,” is all Fritz can offer. Then he steals another hug. “See you tomorrow, Jer.” 

“H-Have a good night!” 

Fritz takes a deep breath as he marches up the steps. Prepares himself for threats, the posibility of being grabbed at any moment, his hatred for carrots used against him. 

At least he was ready for when the door slammed shut, immediately diving to the right and curling into a ball so the gust of wind didn’t have him gaining any new bruises. Just an overwhelming feeling of terror that he tries to settle before facing whatever is waiting for him. 

He has a feeling he’ll never get used to the sight of a giant standing directly overhead. Even though David’s proven he won’t be crushing Fritz beneath the sole of his expensive leather shoe anytime soon, it does nothing to truly ebb away at his fear. 

“Welcome home,” the monster rumbles. 

“Good- h-hi,” Fritz corrects himself. 

David rolls his eyes. “Vincent informed me you would have homework. Where do you normally get it done?” 

So they do know about schoolwork. Or, at least Vincent does and told the other two what to expect from him. Whether or not they want him to keep goods grades is another matter. “The table.” 

“Then I suggest you make your way over there.” 

With a rapid nod of his head Fritz quickly stands up before walking toward the kitchen table, glad there’s no carpet this time to slow him down. He can’t imagine how slow he’d be while being encumbered by his backpack. Thankfully everything he needs is inside it. He’ll make sure to always be prepared, not wanting to find out what David would think about Fritz needing to go to his room to grab something. 

It takes a few minutes due to his concentration to keep a fast pace, but Fritz finally realizes it’s quite inside the house. None of the familiar sounds of Vincent cooking or the three arguing. James and his sleep paralysis demon aren’t in the kitchen. 

“M-May I ask where the others are?” 

“We have better things to do than babysit you all day,” David growls as he steps directly beside Fritz to earn a flinch. “Vincent reassured us you can survive without a warm meal for a night.” 

There’s no elaboration on what those ‘better things’ include. And maybe it’s best he doesn’t know. However, his stomach growls at the thought of not having dinner. Not that he won’t survive, but it’s been a hit or miss for when he’s actually hungry, and he’d much prefer being able to eat whenever he can. Especially because Fritz can make his own food as long as it’s possible for him to. 

David will never open the door, though. Meaning he’ll just need to get into the habit of packing snacks. 

Fritz holds back a sigh as he continues on his journey. Stops when the shadow of the round wooden table falls over him, taking a moment to stare directly up. Feels his stomach twist at the thought of somehow climbing up such a massive height. 

“Um, how do I-?” 

He should’ve known. David’s only tried to pick him up once, and Vincent taught the monster how to do it safely. Yet he hadn’t expected suddenly being lifted up as the straps to his backpack become the only things keeping him from plummeting to his death as the ground gets further and further away. 

Fritz tries to scream as he curls up tightly, pleading his grip doesn’t falter. Somehow being able to recognize it was done slowly enough he didn’t feel like he was going to be ripped from his lifeline, but it still makes his heart stop. Kicks when the table is close enough to safely land. Lets go of the straps willingly in order to roll away and not get injured by his books crashing against him once the fingers released their grip. 

Except his backpack isn’t let go, David watching him with amusement. “I have to admit, the theatrics can be entertaining at times.” 

At least I didn’t end up with a concussion.

He fully expected needing to do something in order to get his backpack back, but the monster drops into onto the table, apparently already bored with it. The only problem is how far the bag fell, landing with a heavy thump. Thank goodness there wasn’t anything breakable inside, but that’s yet another thing to think about. Who knew having three giants living with him would be so exhausting aside from the part of them making him constantly fear for his life. 

Speaking of complicated, because he’s small enough to stand on the table means he can’t use it properly. Which means he’ll have to hunch over and balance a folder on his knee in order to get the worksheet done. It’s either that, or he asks David to see if there’s a way they can compromise. 

Before he can even think about actually asking, a stack of papers thick enough it could crush him are suddenly dropped onto the table, eliciting a scream as it causes the entire table to shake. 

“Move,” David commands as he nudges Fritz with a finger. “For such a miniscule thing, you certainly know how to constantly get in the way.” 

The teenager doesn’t argue as he quickly darts closer to the center of the table. Even though he hadn’t realized he had apparently been in the way. Or this was the first time he truly had been. All that matters is keeping the being who will be visiting him tonight as happy as possible so there’s no reason to cause extra suffering. “S-Sorry.” 

Fritz tries not to watch papers capable of causing much more than a simple paper cut. Walks away from the giant already focused on his own work before finally settling down himself. Can’t help but flinch at the sound of a pen being used to write sounding more like a torture device as it berates his ears. 

Somehow, this is what makes him feel the most out of place in his own home. His heart clenches when Vincent cooks because that’s something his mother should be doing. But seeing David use the table properly while he’s barely big enough to be a paperweight, it drives in the fact this isn’t his home anymore. And it never will be. Because he’s going to lose his soul, and then it won’t matter. 

I need to get my homework done.

Deep breaths. Take things one step at a time. This is his new normal now. 

Despite the amplified sounds of motions Fritz himself is doing after beginning to fill in answers to his math problems, he manages to mostly ignore it. Flinches whenever David growls or balls up a paper, terrified that will happen to him, he’s able to concentrate. Finish up math and move onto social- he'll save that one for later. But he’ll try to get through English. 

David suddenly stands up from his chair. Leaves the table without a word as Fritz yelps as he falls onto his side from the unexpected earthquake. 

A quick look at his phone barely holding on to its battery life leaves him blinking in disbelief about four hours have passed. The longest he’s ever done something without deciding to do something else instead. Good news, all of his homework’s finished and a few paragraphs of the essay due next week written. Bad news, his body is not happy, both from sitting in such a contorted position for so long and the fact he hasn’t eaten since lunch at 11 this morning. 

“Here.” 

Fritz jolts before staring at...a plate balanced on David’s finger. Too confused at the sight to take it. 

“I thought-t-” 

“I said warm meal,” David sighs. It’s the clear annoyance that has the teenager quickly grabbing the plate. “You’ll have to deal with cold left overs.” 

He recognizes the bacon and eggs from yesterday morning, the plate he left untouched after spotting it in the fridge this morning in favor of making his own hashbrowns and toast knowing there will be almost no other time when he’d get to cook. 

True to David’s word, both the plate and food are cold. And Fritz quickly begins eating even after noticing the lack of a fork. 

With work done and the howling from his stomach quieting down, Fritz finds himself looking at the documents David still has spread out. Staring at symbols he’s never seen before. Ones that start to move. 

“Don’t stare at them too long,” the monster snaps with a glance at the startled teenager. “These aren’t meant for mortal eyes.” 

“W-Would it forfeit the custody battle?” Fritz asks. Terrified he almost made even bigger enemies with those who already want him dead. 

David suddenly laughs. Dark and sinister. Aims a sneer down at the cowering figure, becoming more like a soulless monster rather than an annoyed business man. “Oh no. You’d simply lose your mind.” 

It can be said Vincent terrifies him the most. Out of all three, Fritz is most familiar with his sleep paralysis demon. Is well aware what the demon’s abilities are. And due to James making it blatantly clear he views Fritz as nothing more than an object that’s just out of reach instead of a person with thoughts and feelings, it earned the monster under the bed second place on the terror scale. 

David still terrifies him, but it’s not as drastic as the other two. While James may be clueless when it comes to certain things, the monster in the closet tends to come off as incompetent. A genuine threat, just incredibly likely to accidentally kill him before he chooses any of them. 

But now? One on one? It’s clear he completely misjudged David. 

“James might’ve been right,” the monster muses, watching Fritz tremble. “It seems like you don’t have any manners. Not when your eyes wonder where they shouldn’t be.” 

He didn’t see the hand reaching for him until fingers are pinching his chest and back. Fritz doesn’t even kick as he’s lifted up, only attempts to hug the finger as tightly as possible to ensure he doesn’t die when he’s inevitably let go. All but whimpers at the sight of pure black pupils staring at him with indifference. 

“I believe a lesson is in order. You clearly wanted to read my documents, so why don’t I just let you?” 

No, please, I’m sorry!

Fritz clenches his eyes shut tightly, refusing to open them as vertigo makes his stomach flip, knows he’s been lowered closer to the symbols. 

“Come now, Fritz. A bit disrespectful to not appreciate my kind gesture, don’t you think?” 

“I-I-I'm sorry!” the redhead pleads as he frantically shakes his head, the motion making him dizzy. “I’ll never-r do it again! Please! I'm s-sorry-!” 

Fritz screams as he’s let go, eyes opening to see the unimpressed look right before he slams onto a semi-hard surface. One that leaves him gasping for air after painfully knocking it out of him. Nothing’s broken, though, no internal organs ruptured. 

He feels the now familiar footsteps of a giant carrying him somewhere. Coughs in pain as he’s slid off what he finally realizes was a hand. 

“I suggest you get some rest,” David says. Makes Fritz flinch as a finger invades his space. Realizes it was to nudge open the door to his room. “You’re going to need it.” 

Fritz doesn’t wait for the monster to leave. He dives into his room, shakingly slams the door shut, and barely manages to make it to his bed before going limp. But despite how exhausted he is, his body can’t stop the trembles as he falls into a dreamless sleep.

[ithseem]

The Three Dimensions Exchange Week: Chapter 4

I did it. I finally finished the fourth chapter. @voltagefandomproject there's no way I can finish the entire fic before the deadline, but here you go anyways.

CW: slut-shaming with no basis, everyone dying inside. proceed with caution

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Chapter 4:

Diavolo and Barbatos were greeted by their guests looking uncomfortable when they came to pick their guests up and escort them to the House of Lamentation. Did they already dislike being in the Devildom? Aquia assured him that how they feel has nothing to do with being here. “I shan’t say the actual reason. Just please take my word that none of us dislike being here,” he said. He didn’t dare say that he didn’t want to disclose the actual reason was because Y/N was within earshot of them. “Alright,” Diavolo replied, however only somewhat satisfied knowing that he spoke the truth.

By the time they had arrived at the House of Lamentation, Saima had already thrown herself onto her friends and gave them all a hug. Joanne did the same with her friends too. “You have NO idea how much I wanted to do that,” Saima said.

“I’m truly happy to see you again, child of man,” Malleus replied.

Ace: “For real! It has been a minute.”

Sherry and Rio were especially happy to see Joanne too. “I still can’t believe We managed to pull off getting you all here. And I was part of it!” Joanne said.

Parvana chuckled and then ushered the group into the living room where they continued to mingle with one another, now with the Demon Brothers, the Purgatory Hall gang, Diavolo and Barbatos. Y/N tried to join them, but she tripped over her own shoes. She braced herself for the impact, but she never came on contact with the unwaxed floor. She looked up to see Jack’s bemused expression. “Maybe you need a new pair of shoes?” he said.

“T-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-thank y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-you f-f-for catching m-m-m-m-me,” she said as her face reddened.

Azul, Ace, and Saima exchanged wide-eyed glances that did not go unnoticed. “What’s that expression for?” Simeon asked. “All Jack did was help a person out.” He wasn’t the only one who was confused, and he certainly wasn’t the only one who had a bad feeling about this. A loud rumbling interrupted the atmosphere, stopping whatever train of thought anyone had at this interaction.

“Ah,” Rio said. “I’m feeling a bit peckish.”

“I almost forgot why we invited you over in the first place,” said Lucifer. “Come into the dining room. The food’s going to get cold.”

To call the dinner a bizarre experience would put it quite lightly. Out of politeness, Simeon tried to strike up a conversation with Y/N, and it would have been normal if not for the incessant stuttering, “shyly” tucking her hair behind her ear every other sentence, and the constant slander of the popular girls at her old school. The layer of discomfort made it all the more difficult to enjoy the dinner.

“I-i-i-i-i-i-i-it’s t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-true,” she stuttered. “T-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-they always m-m-m-m-m-make f-f-f-f-f-f-fun of me for n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-not b-b-b-b-b-being l-l-l-l-like t-t-t-them. I-I-I-I-I’m n-n-n-not a s-s-s-s-s-slut.”

Lance made a face as if to say "bullshit."

“Apparently, the stuttering isn’t a speech impediment,” Lance whispered to Simeon. “I’m afraid I don’t know what it is.”

“Maybe I should get a bag of rice?” said Leviathan, not hiding the fact that he was about to laugh. “She’s lagging like crazy.”

“Come on, be nice,” said Parvana. “No matter HOW insufferable she can be. I wouldn’t discourage calling out her nonsense, though.”

Y/N: Uhhhh? T-t-t-t-thanks?

Barbatos came to the rescue again by changing the subject. “By the by, how are you enjoying your stay in the Devildom? I realize it’s only been a few hours, but I’d really like to know.”

Malleus: “In the short time we’ve been here, I’ve come to quite enjoy myself. Partially because I get to see an old friend again. The atmosphere here seems really nice too. We’ve run into a couple of students upon our arrival, and they seemed quite welcoming.”

Sherry: “Indeed! I’m quite looking forward to meeting some new people, myself. And getting to know all of you better seems like a capital place to start.”

Diavolo: “Excellent! If you’re this enthusiastic about the program, I’m sure this will all go swimmingly.”

Saima: “I most sincerely hope so.”

At this point, hoping is all there is left to do.

[munson-blurbs]

Get Out of My Head (Eddie x Fem!Reader)

You can’t get rid of Eddie Munson...but do you really want to?

Warnings: 18+ only (some smut, minors DNI), language, mention of Jason Carver, SO MUCH ANGST

WC: 2.8k

A/N: This might be my favorite one so far...feedback is so appreciated!

Late May, 1986. You just finished your second year of college, and you’re back home in Hawkins, Indiana for the summer. Your school is one of the first to get out among the smattering of high school friends you had left, which means you’re bored and alone for the next week or so. After unpacking and helping your mom with dinner, you drive your clunker of a Honda to Family Video in a meager attempt to cure your boredom. 

Steve Harrington and Robin Buckley are behind the counter in matching uniforms. You remember them from high school. Steve was popular and obnoxious back then. Robin was quieter and, while you didn’t run in the same social circles, she was never mean to you. They seem to get along well now, though, and you wonder silently how this friendship came to be.

Your attention is quickly drawn to another familiar figure learning up against the other side of the counter: Eddie Munson, school freak and Dungeon Master extraordinaire. Your former closest friend and confidant, thrown away after one stupid decision on your part. 

You’d met in middle school in music class. He played the guitar and you played the piano. Your teacher had recommended you both join the school band, and he just snorted, wanting nothing to do with extracurricular activities. You didn’t like them much, either, considering you had enough trouble with bullies during normal school hours. 

It had kicked off a friendship that lasted until the day before you left for freshman year of college in August 1984. Eddie had to repeat his senior year (for the first time), so he’d be staying back.

“Holy shit. Y/F/N fuckin’ Y/L/N,” Eddie says now, snapping you back to the present. Your VHS copy of The Shining slips from your hands and clatters to the floor. You step forward to pick it up, but he’s faster, snatching it in his ring-clad fingers.

“Here, I got it,” he hands it over and shoves his hands into his pockets. “You home for the summer?”

“Mhm,” you nod, refusing to make eye contact.

“Maybe we could...catch up sometime?” His voice cracks a bit, and you can tell he’s nervous. Good. You weren’t the only one, then.

You shake your head. “I don’t think so,” you reply coolly. A bead of sweat trickles down your back, and you know it’s not just from the summer heat.

Suddenly, the room seems too small and you just need to leave. You toss the VHS on the counter, earning an annoyed “hey!” from Steve, and rush out the door. Your Honda stalls the first time you turn over the ignition, but it catches on the second time, thank God, and you drive off empty-handed.

~

You’re on your way to Bradley’s Big Buy the next day to drop off your application for a summer job, when the inevitable happens: your car breaks down on the side of the road.

“FUCK!” you shout as you slam your fists against the wheel, resulting in an appropriately angry honk. It catches the attention of another driver, who pulls over. 

You know that van. You spent so much time in there, getting rides to and from school and toking up in the back. You don’t even need to see the driver to know that it’s Eddie.

“Nope, nope, absolutely not,” you say loudly, going back into your car. You close the door and immediately feel the humidity stick to your skin. It’s between talking to Eddie and suffocating, and you’re having trouble deciding which would be worse.

“C’mon, Y/N,” Eddie walks over, kicking up dirt with each step. His hair is pulled back in a ponytail and off his face, showing off his beautiful bone structure. You shake off the thought, locking the door before he can open it.

“Leave me alone!” you say, blinking back tears in your eyes. You’d managed to avoid Eddie all last summer by taking an internship in Indianapolis, and now you’ve seen him twice in two days. Hawkins was just too small.

He raps on the window impatiently. “You’re gonna die in there!” 

Your response is just crossing your arms and turning your head. He’s right, but you won’t admit it.

He sighs. “Okay, look,” he says finally, “I’ll leave and get Wayne to tow it, but just get out of the car once I go, all right?” There’s a hint of sadness in his voice, and you secretly relish the ounce of power you have over him.

“Fine. Just go.” You should thank him. No, you’ll just thank Wayne. The old man didn’t do anything wrong; just his stupid nephew did.

Eddie leaves and you climb out of the car. Half an hour later, Wayne pulls up with his tow truck. He gives a small grin, the Wayne version of breaking out into song and dance. 

“Y/N,” he says, “Eddie tells me you need a tow.”

“Yeah, thanks,” you start, fanning yourself with your hand. “And maybe some AC?”

“I can offer you both,” Wayne answers, opening the door for you. You hop in as he hooks up your car to the rig.

Wayne Munson was never a talkative man, so you’re surprised when he strikes up a conversation with you as he drives you back to the shop. “Eddie told me you were back in town. ‘S good to see ya, kid.”

You’d practically lived at the Munson trailer, especially when your parents were being particularly hard on you. Wayne didn’t judge; just offered you a safe space to breathe and be yourself.

“‘S great to see you too, Wayne,” you reply. 

“We miss having you at the house. Not the same without you cracking jokes and baking for us. Hand to God, I’ve never had a chocolate chip cookie as good as yours, Y/N.”

This elicits a giggle from you. “I’ll have to drop some off sometime,” you say without thinking. You make a mental note to make sure Eddie’s van is nowhere to be found when you stop by.

Wayne nods. “Or, you can bake at our place like you used to. Makes the place smell good. Otherwise, it just smells like me and Eddie.” He wrinkles his nose. You just nod, knowing that won’t happen.

The rest of the ride passes by in a comfortable silence until you pull up to the auto shop. You see Eddie’s van parked outside and accidentally let out an audible groan. All you have to do is go in, call your parents, and then wait. Maybe you can even walk a few blocks so you don’t have to stick around. Yeah, that’ll work.

“I just need to call my parents to come get me, if that’s okay,” you say to Wayne as you walk in. He nods and points you to the phone, back to being a man of few words.

Before you can pick up the phone, Eddie hurries to your side. “Wait, Y/N,” he says. “Please let me drive you home. I need to talk to you about--about what happened.” You’re about to protest, but he cuts you off. “And then I will leave you alone. You never have to talk to me again, I promise.”

You roll your eyes, but mutter “fine,” and follow him to his van. You pull your knees to your chest, closing yourself off to him. You don’t even care if you get mud on his seats, though he probably does, which makes it even more satisfying. 

“I just want to say that I’m sorry,” he starts as he pulls out of the parking lot. “I was an ass, and I really messed up.”

You scoff. “Messed up? Isn’t that the understatement of the fucking year.”

Eddie keeps his eyes trained on the road, but you notice his grip on the steering wheel tighten. “Yeah, it probably is. I know I hurt you. I never wanted to make you feel...” he trails off, because words can’t adequately express the pain you felt that day.

“Make me feel what? Used? Discarded? Like a piece of fucking meat?” You snap. Your eyes brim with tears, and you don’t have the energy to will them away, so you let them slip down your cheeks.

~

The day before you left for college. August 1984. Butterflies flutter in your stomach, not just anticipating being somewhere new without anyone familiar, but because Eddie Munson is next to you, helping you pack up your parents’ station wagon.

“I think that’s the last box!” He says triumphantly. “You’re ready to leave the nest. Fly, baby bird, fly!” He’s so silly and dramatic, and you throw your head back and laugh.

“Eds, I’m gonna miss you,” you say softly. He pulls you to his chest for a deep hug, resting his head on top of yours.

“I’m gonna visit you all the time,” he promises. “Whenever I can. And then I’m gonna graduate and join you.”

You nod, your chest filling up with emotion. Your heart seems to be beating double-time, and you know you have to go for it.

“Eddie?” you pull away slightly to look up at him. He gives you a small smile and brushes a piece of hair from your face.

“What’s up, sweetheart?”

“Eddie, I--” You’re doing this. You’re really fucking doing this. “I really like you. I’ve liked you for a long time, but I was too afraid...” 

He smiles, the shy grin stretching across his whole face. “Y/N, I’ve liked you for...forever,” he grabs your hand gently, and you squeeze his fingers. “Well, probably since Jason Carver vandalized the Hellfire room and you started that rumor that he has a micro penis.”

You giggled. “Not my fault it was so believable,” you say with a shrug.

Eddie cups your face in his strong hands, leans down, and kisses you. You grab one of his belt loops and kiss him harder, letting your tongue explore his mouth. He lifts you and you wrap your legs around him, weaving your fingers into his curls.

He breaks the kiss tenderly and smiles. “Holy shit. I’ve wanted to do that for so long.”

You look into his chocolate brown eyes. “You wanna go inside?” you ask shyly, and he raises his eyebrows.

“Are y-you sure?” he stammers, “it’ll be your first time--and mine, too, I guess,” he admits sheepishly, even though you already knew he was a virgin.

“’M sure. I want you to be my first, Eds. And I wanna be yours.”

The next few minutes are spent in your bedroom, undressing each other. Eddie pauses before unclasping your bra, but you nod, and he removes it. He immediately kisses your breasts, gently caressing them as he runs his thumbs over your nipples. It sends a shiver down your spine.

You kiss his neck as you unbutton his jeans and pull down his fly, and he steps out of them. His cock is rock hard in his boxers as he climbs on top of you, running his fingers over your soaked panties. You expect him to laugh, but he doesn’t; he just slips his finger under the band and pulls them off. You reach for his boxers and slide them down, careful of his erection. 

You’re both completely naked. You’ve never felt more vulnerable, but also so free. You kiss him harder as he searches for your clit, and you guide his hand to that sweet spot. He mutters a “thanks,” and you smile in response.

There’s no one word to describe sex with Eddie. It’s clumsy and awkward but exciting and romantic. He slides a finger in you and moves it too gently, and you tell him, “You can go faster, Eddie. I’ll tell you if it doesn’t feel good.”

He gets his rhythm and adds another finger. You arch your back, riding a wave of pleasure. “Eddie,” you moan softly. You reach for his cock, stroking it. He places his free hand over yours and moves it faster. 

“Just like that, beautiful girl.” You swallow thickly. Eddie Munson called you beautiful.

You’re soaking wet as he presses himself to your opening, before stopping. “Shit. I don’t have a condom,” he grumbles.

“It’s okay. I just finished my period a few days ago. Just...just pull out, just to be safe.”

He nods and eases his way in. There’s a spark of pain and you grit your teeth. Eddie notices and pauses. “Y-you okay?”

“Yeah. Just hurts a little b-bit, but I’m okay,” you smile up at him reassuringly. “Please, Eddie, I need you.”

He moans, a little whimper, and gently guides himself into you. The pain stops, and then there’s just you and Eddie, losing your virginities to each other.

You giggle, and he starts to laugh, too. “We’re really doing this, aren’t we?” He says incredulously. 

“We really are.”

Eddie thrusts for another minute, his breath getting heavier. “Fuck, Y/N. I can’t hold out.”

“It’s okay.”

“But you didn’t--”

“It’s fine, Eddie. Lots of girls don’t their first time.”

He pulls out, finishing on his own hand. “I’m so sorry,” he mutters. His cheeks are flushed.

You hand him a tissue and kiss his cheek. “We can try again when you visit me at school, yeah?” you ask hopefully.

Eddie’s eyes light up. “Of course.”

The moment is interrupted by a car door slamming.

“My parents!” you scramble for your clothes. “Get dressed!” The two of you rush around the room, throwing on your clothes.

“Eds, your shirt is inside out!” you whisper loudly. He tugs it off and flips it right-side in.

“I’m leaving tomorrow at 9 AM. Come over to say goodbye?” you ask.

He grabs your face and kisses your lips, then your nose. “I’ll be there.”

~

But he’s not.

It’s 9:15, your dad is impatiently waiting, muttering about traffic, and Eddie Munson is nowhere to be found.

“We gotta go!” Your dad calls, and your mom nods her head.

“One more minute!” But you know it’s no use. He’s not coming. You gave each other your virginities, and then Eddie bailed without even saying goodbye.

You run in the house to call him, a last-ditch attempt. Maybe he overslept. The phone rings and rings until the voicemail picks up.

You’ve reached Wayne and Eddie. Leave a message. Wayne’s gruff voice says.

“Hey, Eddie, it’s me. Just wondering where you are. You’re probably still sleeping...I’ll call you when I get to school and give you the number to reach me. Miss you already.”

You climb in the car, listening for the sound of his van rumbling down the street.

Nothing.

~

And now you’re back in that van, crying just like you did on your first night of school, when you realized that he was never calling you back. Only now, Eddie’s crying too. You’ve never seen him this upset.

“I am so, so sorry. I’m the dumbest person alive.”

“No, Eddie. You’re just like every other guy out there, just using women as sex toys whenever it’s convenient for you.”

You’ve hurt him, but you can’t muster up any empathy. “You think that’s what happened?”

“Isn’t it?”

He shakes his head. “No. No! I got...I got nervous.”

“Nervous? Eddie, I lost my virginity to you the day before.”

“Yeah, and then you were going off to college, where you would meet all these smart, athletic guys, and you’d realize that you could do better than me.”

You can’t help but burst out laughing; there’s a meanness to it. “So you got insecure and decided, ‘You know what? I’ll just break Y/N’s heart!’”

He says nothing, just stares stoically at the road.

“Fuck you, Eddie. Just take me home and fuck off.”

“Do you know what it’s like?” he raises his voice and it trembles. “Do you know how it feels to be the school freak, to be the butt of everyone’s jokes, and then trying to trust someone with your whole heart?”

Now it’s your turn to be silent.

“I know I fucked up, Y/N. I’m not pretending that what I did was fair to you. But please,” he begs, “please cut me some slack. I was so scared, but I’m not scared anymore. If I was, I wouldn’t be here talking to you, asking for your forgiveness.”

You feel your icy exterior start to melt. “Pull over,” you say.

“What?”

“Pull. Over.”

He does as he’s told, throwing the car into park. You turn to him, making eye contact with him for the first time in nearly two years.

“I forgive you, Eddie.” You place a hand on his cheek and wipe away his tears. “I know life hasn’t been easy for you. But what you did...it fucking broke me.”

You feel his chin tremble. “I’m sorry,” he repeats, but it’s still so genuine.

“And you know what really sucks? I still care about you. I want to kiss your stupid face and hold your stupid hand and go on stupid dates with you.”

Eddie gives a small laugh. “We could give it another shot,” he suggests shyly. “I won’t run away this time.”

You pull yourself closer and lean in. “You’d better not, Munson.”

--

[e-dubbc11]

Don’t Let Go

Photos are not mine, they are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F! Reader

Warnings: Pure fluff and a tiny tiny bit of angst so many fluffy bunnies and unicorns

Word Count: 3718-ish

Summary: Matt and reader were best friends throughout high school, stayed in contact in college but lost touch while Matt was in law school. They reconnect and wonder if friendship is the only relationship they want to have.

A/N: This is a request from my lovely Mindi @mindidjarin who I will write any and all of the fluff for if she asked me to. She had a song suggestion for my Lap Dances for Matt playlist, Don’t Let Go (Love) by En Vogue and this fic idea to go along with it. I did alter the idea just a little bit. I hope you like it! 💕

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments are welcome and encouraged. 💕💕💕

This would be the third time this week you stopped in front of Nelson and Murdock law firm, arguing with yourself whether or not to stop in to see if it was really him. How could it not be though? Every single particle in your body told you that he was there—he was upstairs and all you had to do was walk in and say hello but you were terrified. What if he didn’t want to talk to you? Nope, you weren’t brave enough yet. Maybe tomorrow would be the day you would finally go in but today is just another day where you walked on by.

First Day of Ninth Grade—Introduction to Law

The entire ninth grade class, including yourself, was just a cluster of anxiety. It was your first day of high school, everything was so much bigger than the middle school and it was a bit overwhelming. Mr. Allen had just finished calming the class when there was a knock on his door, he stepped outside for a moment and returned with a new student wearing dark glasses and carrying a cane.

“Class, this is Matthew Murdock. He’s spent the last few years at St. Agnes and now he’s joining us here, please make him feel welcome. There’s an empty seat next to Miss y/l/n—Y/n? Would you show Mr. Murdock to his seat, please? Thank you.”

You got up from your desk, walked to the front of the class and Matt took your arm.

“Hi, I’m y/n.”

He smiled and you noticed he had the sweetest smile and the most adorable dimple you had ever seen.

“Hi y/n, I’m Matt. It’s nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you too…Matt.”

After that first day, the two of you were basically inseparable and did everything together. Everyone at school thought you were a couple because you spent so much time together but he was just your best friend, Matt.

Graduation Day

The two of you sat on the football bleachers after it was all over, after all the confetti had been thrown, after you turned in your cap and gown and all you were left with was a piece of paper, a tassel, and each other. Your head was resting on his shoulder and a single tear fell from your eyes and landed on his pant leg.

“It’s going to be so different next year though, Matty. I’m not going to see you every day anymore.”

Matt always tried to make you feel better “We’ll still see each other, y/n. And we’ll talk all the time, I promise.”

You laced your fingers with his “You’re my best friend, Matt.”

He squeezed your hand “You’re my best friend too.”

Present Day

After a week of wafting back and forth, you finally worked up the courage to go inside of Nelson and Murdock. Your heart was beating out of your chest as you walked up the stairs, why were you so nervous? Even the clacking sound of your boots wasn’t enough to drown out the sound of your heart beating.

Finally reaching the top of the stairs, you managed to calm down a little before turning the door handle and stepping inside. A man with shoulder length blonde hair and a sweet smile greeted you.

“Whoa—hot, I mean, hi! Can I help you?”

You flashed a quick smile at his Freudian slip and asked “Yeah hi, does Matt Murdock work here?”

His shoulders dropped and he took a sip of his coffee “You’re a beautiful woman so of course you’re looking for Matt. He just stepped out to pick up breakfast, he’ll be back soon. I’m the other half of the sign downstairs, Foggy Nelson. It’s nice to meet youuuuuuuu?”

You recognized the name Foggy, Matt talked about him all the time too but never mentioned his last name, he was just “Foggy.”

“Oh it’s nice to finally put a face to that name, you were Matt’s roommate at Columbia! I’m y/n, Matt and I went to high school together. It’s nice to meet you too.”

Foggy looked like he had just figured out a math problem that had been plaguing him for years.

“OMGoodness, YOU’RE the BFF!! He talked about you all the time! You were supposed to come visit him, plans just kept getting cancelled and then you guys kinda lost touch, huh?”

He knew everything! Well, not everything. There were some things Matt didn’t even know.

Matt’s First Year at Columbia

Four years of college went by quickly, you had your first real job now as a parole officer and Matt was on his way to becoming a lawyer at Columbia law school. Over the course of his first semester of school, you talked with Matt almost every single day about anything and everything.

“How’s your new job?” He asked.

You answered him as best you could as it was still new and you were still learning.

“It’s good! I’m still learning my way around and how things work but all things considered, it’s going really well. How’s law school so far? You getting around campus ok?”

He told you all about how school was going so far, he mentioned Foggy and how he’s becoming a good friend and roommate. The more he talked, the more you missed him, part of you felt empty without him.

He told you everything, you told him everything but lately there was something you felt like you couldn’t tell him. Being away from him again started to give you feelings for him that had never entered your mind before now. Yes, you loved him because he was your best friend but now you were starting to feel like you were in love with Matt.

It was so hard to keep those feelings inside, every time he’d call you’d have butterflies in your stomach the entire time and just an overall sense that you wanted to be with him but you couldn’t tell him. You were afraid it would ruin your friendship. A couple of times you thought Matt could sense something was different.

“You ok, y/n? You sound a little…off.”

You played it off like you were just tired or nervous about your job but maintaining your friendship with Matt got progressively harder as he put more and more time into law school. He said he would call, he didn’t. It was hard to be mad at him though, you knew he was busy and this was very important to him. Visits were planned and then kept getting cancelled and before you knew it all attempts at contact had stopped.

Present Day

You had an overwhelming sense that maybe this was a bad idea and you still had time to go before Matt came back from getting breakfast. You tried to find an excuse to leave.

“Actually, you two are probably busy, maybe I should just go.”

Foggy insisted that you stay. “No, no please stay! I’m sure he’d love to catch up. He really did talk about you all the time. And here he is now.”

Matt walked through the door wearing dark red glasses, carrying his cane and a brown paper bag. He leaned his cane up against the wall, set the paper bag down on the table and took off his jacket.

“They were all out of everything bagels, buddy. Sorry.”

Foggy seemed to forget all about the bagels. “Yeah, yeah never mind about the bagels. An old friend is here to see you.”

You didn’t know how it was possible but Matt was even more handsome than you remembered him being. “Hi Matt.” You said, shyly.

Matt heard your voice and instantly his ears turned pink. “Oh my god, y/n. Hi.”

“It’s been a long time.” You bit your bottom lip and looked down towards the ground.

“Yeah…yeah I guess it has. Wow.” He began to adjust his tie, you knew Matt always started to fidget when he was nervous.

Foggy cut the tension briefly. “Well I’ll be in my office, I’ll let you two catch up. It’s nice to finally meet you y/n.”

After making small talk for a few minutes and exchanging hugs, Matt asked you to go to lunch with him the next day and it was like no time had passed between the two of you. He was still the same Matt that you befriended so many years ago when you were teenagers.

You still made him laugh which was not easy to do and all those feelings that you had pushed down deep inside you were starting to make their way to the surface again.

“Y/n, I am so sorry we lost touch while I was at school. Everything was so fast paced, I had deadlines, and it was just crazy. I really missed you.” You could tell he had been dying to get that out for a while.

“Matty, I understand how important school was for you and the amount of time you put into it. I’m not mad. I really missed you too.”

Of course you weren’t mad at him, you were in love with him after all this time and it meant the world to you that the two of you were spending time together again.

You carried on like best friends did—going to lunch together, you took him grocery shopping, helped him with anything he needed help with and were just there for each other.

It was nice to have your friend back, you really wanted more but were really scared to tell him. And it was getting harder and harder to keep your true feelings for Matt a secret.

You couldn’t be one hundred percent sure but you thought that maybe you weren’t keeping your feelings a secret as well as you thought you were, that Matt was starting to pick up on how you felt about him but you weren’t sure how because you felt you were doing a good job of suppressing those feelings.

One beautiful sunny afternoon, he asked if you’d meet him at the park for lunch. You used to do this all the time back in high school, you’d find a tree to sit under or a bench to sit on and just talk or he loved when you read out loud to him.

Matt preferred to sit under a tree so after putting down the blanket, he claimed his spot which was his head resting in your lap. It took you by surprise, he’s never done anything like this before.

“You ok, sweetheart? Your skin feels a little warm.”

Sweetheart? What was he trying to do to you?

“Uh, yeah Matty—I’m—well, I’ve never read to you with your head in my lap before, that’s all.”

Matt sat up quickly. “Oh, I’m sorry—I can—just…”

But you didn’t want that. “No, no it’s ok Matt, it just caught me off guard—please?”

He gently placed his head back into your lap and he listened attentively as you read aloud from your book, sometimes you’d rake your fingers through his soft brown hair and he’d quietly hum while you did it.

The following day, he walked you back to your apartment after your standing lunch date and he kissed you on the cheek. You’ve always hugged each other whether you were greeting each other or saying goodbye, it was always with a hug but then he throws a curveball and kisses your cheek.

Your skin was peppered with goosebumps, you felt all the blood rush to your cheeks when Matt went in to kiss the other cheek and suddenly his lips were on yours. They were as soft as you hoped they would be, his hand was on the back of your neck, and he pulled you in closer to deepen the kiss. His tongue practically begged to touch yours so you parted your lips a little more to give him permission. But then you panicked because this could change everything.

You pulled away from him but you didn’t want to. “Matty, I—I gotta go.”

“Y/N, wait—please don’t go.” He pleaded.

Before he could get anything else out, you turned to yell back at him “I’ll call you tomorrow!”

And you did call like you said you would but it was to tell him you couldn’t make lunch that day, plus you thought it might thunderstorm so you didn’t want to get caught in that. Matt sounded so disappointed.

You couldn’t bring yourself to go to work the next day with all the emotions running through your head and you didn’t sleep last night anyway because all the thoughts running through your head were about Matt.

The way you felt when he lightly brushed his lips against your cheek, then the other one and how he cupped your cheek with his hand when he went in to kiss your lips, it was like your whole body came alive.

He felt so warm, the muscles in his arms tensed when you touched him and the look on his face when you pulled away was like you took away the most precious thing in the world to him. You wished you could take it all back, but you couldn’t.

Trying to keep busy and your mind off Matt, you did various chores around your apartment. You put on one of your playlists because it was the only way you would stay motivated to keep cleaning. Of course, as if right on cue, a song came on that reminded you of Matt.

What's it gonna be 'cause I can't pretend?

Don't you wanna be more than friends?

Hold me tight and don't let go (don't let go)

You have the right to lose control (don't let go)

Did he want to be more than friends? The kiss you shared yesterday told you that he did but would it ruin your friendship? That relationship was the most important to you but you were willing to find out if you could be friends and lovers.

I often tell myself that we could be more than just friends

I know you think that if we move to soon it would all end

I live in misery when you're not around

And I won't be satisfied till we're taking those vows

The sound of the rain hitting the windows almost drowned out the knock on your door which surprised you. You weren’t expecting anyone and thought maybe it was your neighbor so you were shocked to see Matt standing there when you opened the door, soaked from the rain.

“Oh! Matt—what are uh—what are you doing here?”

There'll be some love making, heartbreaking, soul shaking

Oh, lovemaking, heartbreaking, soul shaking

What's it gonna be 'cause I can't pretend?

Don't you wanna be more than friends? (don't you wanna be)

Hold me tight and don't let go (don't let go)

You have the right to lose control (don't let go)

His dark red glasses were sprinkled with rain drops, he licked his lips and said with a stern, gravelly voice said “I need to talk to you.”

After you closed the door behind him, Matt took off his jacket and his glasses and rested his hands on his hips.

“Jeez, Matty. Your shirt is soaked, let me throw that in the dryer. I must have something you can wear while it’s drying. What was so important that you trekked all the way over here in the rain to talk to me about?”

He was facing you, his eyes looked darker today like the colors of late autumn, brown and honey gold.

“Why did you walk away when I kissed you yesterday? I can tell you have feelings for me, y/n.”

How did he know? You had walked to your bedroom to get that sweatshirt for him, you grabbed the first one in the pile, it was the Columbia sweatshirt Matt had sent you during his first semester.

I often fantasize the stars above are watching you

They know my heart and speak to yours like only lovers do

If I could wear your clothes

I'd pretend I was you

And lose control

You handed him the sweatshirt. “Put this on so you don’t catch a chill…how? How do you know I have feelings for you, Matty?”

He held it in his hands and started to trace the letter patches with his fingers and you watched him closely as he did so—C-O-L-U-M-B-I-A. His expression softened.

“You still have this—I remember when I sent it to you, Foggy helped me pick it out. He said you’d probably like it oversized because it would be extra comfortable for you.” He smiled with his dimple on display and his eyes looked slightly wet with tears.

“Of course I still have it—I love this sweatshirt because—because you gave it to me, Matt. But I’ve been so careful about the way I act when I’m around you so how do you know I have feelings for you?”

Matt was frustrated, he loosened his tie and started to unbutton his dress shirt when he stopped to speak again.

“I know because every time we were together, I could hear your heart racing, I heard the goosebumps start to rise and move across your skin when I kissed your cheek, the scent of your arousal while you were reading to me in the park. I felt it all sweetheart and I thought finally, FINALLY she feels the same way I do!”

There'll be some love making, heartbreaking, soul shaking

Oh, love making, heartbreaking, soul shaking (oh yeah)

What's it gonna be 'cause I can't pretend?

Don't you wanna be more than friends?

Hold me tight and don't let go (don't let go)

You have the right to lose control (don't let go)

His confession took all of the air out of your lungs.

“Wait, what do you mean you can hear my heart racing? And my ‘arousal?’ Seriously, Matt?!! You told me you had heightened senses but this is—this is absolutely mortifying!!”

He mentioned every time the two of you spoke on the phone, he could never be exactly sure how you felt but the day you showed up at Nelson and Murdock, he knew then. But he had another confession to make.

Running in and out my life has got me so confused

You gotta make the sacrifice, somebody's got to choose

We can make it if we try, for the sake of you and I

Together we can make it right

“Sweetheart, I’ve been in love with you for a long time, all throughout college but I knew you didn’t feel the same, I knew it every time we interacted, we were just best friends and I was fine with that until law school and I just needed to say something.”

You had to take a seat on the couch before your knees gave out, he sat down next to you and grabbed your hand, and his calloused fingers drew circles on the top of your hand.

“I wanted to tell you when you came to visit me at school but plans kept getting cancelled and I thought maybe it wasn’t meant to be. Then I met Elektra and that’s when we really lost touch—it’s all my fault. You kept trying to call and I’d say I’d call back and I never did—I’m so so sorry.”

What's it gonna be 'cause I can't pretend?

Don't you wanna be more than friends? (Oh)

Hold me tight and don't let go (don't let go) (yeah)

You have the right to lose control

You got the right, you got the right (don't let go)

Suddenly, the walls felt like they were closing in around you and you had a hard time focusing. Matt’s been in love with you since the two of you were teenagers and you never knew, your whole four years of college and you had no idea. It was your time to confess.

“Matty, when you went back to school to study law, I was so happy for you but I was sad because I missed my best friend. I couldn’t stand in your way or distract you just because I missed you, what kind of friend would I be? I realized during your first semester at Columbia that my feelings for you were different, I fell in love with you. But I felt like I couldn’t tell you, I didn’t want to ruin our friendship if you didn’t feel the same way.”

He sat in front of you at a loss for words with a slight head tilt but he looked happy and you were happy too. The heavy weight on your heart was finally lifted—you were in love with your best friend and he finally knew it.

I said you got the right to lose control, yeah, ooh

Don't let go, ooh, hey, oh, oh

Don't let go cause I can't pretend

What's it gonna be cause I can't pretend?

Don't you wanna be more than friends?

And hold me tight and don't let go (don't let go)

Have the right to lose control, don't let go

You finally broke the silence by touching his cheek and asking him “Well, what do we do now?”

Matt inched closer to you, lingered just long enough that he could inhale the scent of your perfume, feel the warmth of your skin, took your chin in between his thumb and forefinger and delicately pressed his lips to yours. You didn’t pull away this time. You returned his kiss only for him to pull away to whisper in your ear “I love you sweetheart—and I’m never letting you go again.”

You’ve been waiting to hear those three words for such a long time, your eyes immediately welled up with tears and you let out a nervous chuckle because you didn’t know what else to do.

“I love you too—and you’re still my best friend, Matt.”

He gave you that devilish smirk, pulled you into his lap and asked you “And you’re still MY best friend—do you think I could be your boyfriend too?”

You leaned in to kiss him again. “I’m all in if you are, Murdock.”

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Happy ending (Leon S. Kennedy x reader)

hey! so welcome to another fic, this is a little angsty but turns up to fluff eventually!! I tried to keep Leon in character as much as I can!! Enjoy! 

word count; 2,258 

pairing; Leon Kennedy x reader 

The apartment was a mess, books and papers everywhere, pencils thrown on the floor all over the counters, coffee mugs and plates in the sink, even one or two pizza boxes on the counter; (y/n)’s been worried and could care less about the state of her home. She was writing reports and catching up and a few things, even with all of that she was worried, really worried her best friend hadn’t contacted her; she said she had one more thing to do then she would be home; but that was three weeks ago. Was she okay, did she die? All those thoughts left her sick to the stomach; she couldn’t help those feelings; what was she supposed to do? That’s when she got a knock on the door, she jumped maybe it was her, maybe it was all just a huge planned surprise; she rushed to the door despite not having pants on only her (f/c) tank top, not even thinking she opened it not to see her best friend but to see Leon, he was in charge of her best friend’s team; so why is he here? “I’m sorry… Marie has you down as her only family and I-” Leon stopped, of course he noticed that the woman in front of him was quite literally half naked which caused a light shade of red to dust his cheeks but how is he supposed to tell (y/n) that her best friend died? How is he supposed to make this easier? Though he didn’t have to finish the sentence, the young woman had already put two and two  together and had broken down crying in her doorway. “No…. no… how? Please tell me this is some joke” She whispered as she cried into her hands. Immediately Leon had rushed and kneeled down next to her wrapping his arms around her shoulders, trying to comfort her. After the past year he had gotten to know not only Marie but also (y/n) and considered the both of them his friends and seeing (y/n) cry made his heart sink; he thought he could handle this alone but now that he was here actually doing it, he realized that he should have gotten another agent to accompany him over here. Then he felt her starting to hyperventilate; she was in the middle of panicking; this wasn’t good. “Hey hey. . . it’s okay; I’m right here and I’ll come by everyday to make sure you’re okay and I’ll help you plan the funeral.. You’re not alone” He whispered softly as he forced her back against his chest as he sat in the doorway, his arms around her as he tried to keep his breathing calm. “I got you, breathe” He spoke softly as he helped her through breathing exercises. “In through your nose and out through your mouth” He stated as he started stroking her arm as he performed the same thing he was telling her to do. After a few minutes (y/n) had calmed down and now was just silently crying as she curled around the arm that was wrapped around her completely forgetting that her door was opened and she was in Leon’s lap she couldn’t believe it. “Is there anything I can help you with right now?” The man whispered as he played with her hair; he didn’t want to leave her alone; he was afraid of what she could do. “Stay with me please… Leon please” (y/n) quietly begged as she curled tighter in her ball, Leon nodded as he rocked her back and forth. After about thirty minutes of this Leon finally got the slightly smaller female off the ground and to the couch. “You sure do make a mess of a place don’t you” He chuckled as he looked around the place, usually it’s so clean you’d question if someone actually lives here or not. “I guess” (y/n) said, still quite sad just laying down on the couch as she held the blanket that she and Marie had made when they were younger; closing her eyes. Leon shook his head, she must have been up for a while judging with how much coffee mugs she had out. He looked at her; looking over her body and how drained she must be her (h/l) and (h/c) hair in a messy braid, dark circles under her eyes; he felt the butterflies in his stomach again making him look away blushing. He had feelings for someone again; after Ada had broken his heart he had finally moved on slightly, he was going to tell her after he had gotten back but now isn't a good time anymore. He looked around the apartment, maybe he should help out a little bit, he got up and started picking up books. 

After thirty minutes (y/n) woke up with a jolt as she sat up looking around, her throat was sore and kind of scratchy she rubbed the outside of her throat as she looked around. Everything was clean again and her t.v was on to one of her favorite shows, she stood up to see Leon in the kitchen cleaning what was left of the dishes, humming as he cleaned. Did he do all of this while she was asleep? She blinked twice as she looked down, finally realizing she had no pants on, her face turned bright red and the tips of her ears were red too. She looked around noticing a pair of her pjs on the arm chair; she quickly grabbed them and put them on slightly relieved now that she had something on at last. She looked back over to the man admiring how he looked just standing there minding his business, humming along to whatever tune was in his head having a blast apparently. She grabbed her phone and checked the time; it was close to midnight already. “Hey… you can stay and sleep on the couch if you would like” She said softly, making the man jump a little; she had to admit that was kind of cute, just add it to the list. “Good morning sleeping beauty” He said chuckling as he shook his head putting the last mug onto the rack. “I would love to” He stated as he dried his hands off looking at her with a smile, noticing how red she was. “You know…. You are cute when you’re all red like that” He stated as he moved into the living room area, hearing that just made (y/n) blush even harder. “Oh shut up and let me get you a blanket, cause you can’t have that one” She said, rolling her eyes. 

A couple months rolled around and the funeral had just completed, everyone crying and giving hugs to each other, and of course Leon and (y/n) were side by side as everyone left after cleaning up, she didn’t want to be alone again tonight; she just wanted someone there with her. “Hey… Leon” She whispered as she grabbed his hand, this made the man blush a little as he looked down at the slightly shorter woman. “Yes?” He questioned as the two walked hand in hand with each other. “Would you mind coming over tonight and staying the night with me? I don’t wanna be alone” She said as she looked up at him. He chuckled he had spent the night with her a few times over the last few months which he understood, he was probably the only other close friend she had and she just needed comfort. “Of course I wouldn’t mind. Let me get a change of clothes and I’ll be right over okay?” He said opening the door to (y/n)'s Cadillac watching her get in and closing the door for her. “Okay… just don’t be too long,” She said as she started her car and drove off. “Don’t you worry I’ll be right there” He laughed as he climbed onto his motorcycle, driving back to his own apartment to grab a few things. 

(Y/n) was rushing to make sure she had things together, the blanket and pillow that now has became Leon’s when he’s over; had to make sure those were out and folded on the couch, got two cups and a bottle of whatever she had in the fridge; it was jack daniels of course, and she even ordered pizza that should get there before Leon did. She had always liked the man but after the last few months of him staying the night with her and helping her through the grief and a lot of other things it just made the little crush worse. The pizza arrived and now it’s just a wait for Leon. After checking over things again she finally heard the knock, she rushed over and checked the peep hole to see who it was and took a second before opening the door seeing the bag strand over his shoulder and the duffle bag on his hip. “Come on in” (y/n) said, stepping to the side. Leon made his way in, noticing the whiskey and the pizza, nothing seemed out of place. “Got prepared huh?” He said, raising his eyebrow at the sight of the pillow and blanket, which made the female blush a little, did she do too much? “I didn’t want to drag my feet later because I’m tired so I decided to pull them out now” She dismissed it as just being ‘smart’ about it; which only made Leon chuckle as he made his way to the bathroom to change into his pajamas, changing into a dark purple tank-top and just some black gym shorts that reached to his knees. He walked back out to see that (y/n) had already started a movie and was sitting there watching it and eating, he shook his head, thinking a little bit maybe he should try to make a settle move now possibly? He moved and sat down next to her throwing his arm over the back of the couch behind the woman right next to him. “So what’s the movie tonight?” He asked as he grabbed the glass of whiskey she offered him. “Children of the Corn” She answered as she swallowed the part of pizza she had in her mouth. After thirty minutes the pizza was gone and so was half the bottle of whiskey, as a scream came through the t.v and blood was shed (y/n) jumped and hid her face straight into Leon’s chest despite this being something she dealt with almost constantly; seeing it in the movies always scares her though normally she wouldn’t jump straight into Leon’s side like this. It caught the agent by surprise as he instinctively wrapped his arm around her pulling her closer to him, as his face turned red as he continued watching the movie pretending like he didn’t notice it. (Y/n) used this moment to take in the smell of what seems to be his cologne and it smelt so nice like the woods after a nice rainstorm, she fixed her spot to be more comfortable leaving her head on the man’s chest and slowly pulled the blanket over the both of them. After a little longer (y/n) was pretending to be asleep on Leon’s chest to see what he would do; leaving the man trapped where he was, he didn’t want to move and disturb her, and he was also getting uncomfortable. His face bright red as he moved slowly into a laying position moving the female on top of him so he didn’t crush her or be uncomfortable for either of them. “You know….” He started softly as he closed his eyes, sighing. “I don’t know how to bring it up to you… you’ve been grieving and I feel like I would be taking advantage of you during a vulnerable state and I don’t want to do that” He continued, opening his eyes again as he started to play with (y/n)’s hair. Leon was awkward when it comes down to it but he;s such a sweet thoughtful guy, and the fact that he wouldn’t even think about doing anything because he doesn’t want it to feel like he’s just doing it cause (y/n) couldn’t be in the right mindset is so endearing to the woman. “But I like you… like as more as a friend… and I don’t know when I can tell you…” He stated as he sighed, kissing the top of her head. Hearing the confession made the woman’s cheeks burn and turn dark red, she heard everything. “I… like you too” she stated softly making Leon burn bright red, she heard everything, now he feels like a creep he turned away as he felt the woman lift her head to look at him. “Kiss me kennedy” She kind of ordered as she waited a little before the rookie officer, the agent finally pushed his lips against her soft red lips, taking in every second he could. As the two laid there making out their bodies seemed to move in sync, hands being moved to hold the other better, after what feels like hours they finally pull away from each other. “You’re still stuck on the couch though” (y/n) giggled as she kissed the man again. “At least I can say I made the first move” He laughed as the woman on top of him hit his shoulder gently.

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Only love can hurt like this (Aaron Hotchner x reader)

Authors note: Hello lovelies and happy holiday! <3 Since it is the season of giving I'm finally releasing the first chapter to my series Only Love Can Hurt Like This! I hope you guys enjoy, I had so much fun writing this chapter and can't wait to release the next few chapters. Thank you so much for your patience and thank you to every single one of my followers and to everyone who participated in the voting. I appreciate every single one of you guys<;3 ps: y/f/b = your favorite breakfast food.

Warnings: None, just some cuteness.

Story plot:

Y/N L/N is an up and coming popstar. One day while trying to avoid the paparazzi she bumps into a rather handsome man by the name of Aaron Hotchner. To apologize for bumping into him she invites out for a few drinks.

Walking into your favorite diner you made sure that no one was in your favorite booth before grabbing a menu and sitting down. It wasn't often where you could go back to a somewhat normal life but somehow you could always find it in Betty's diner. Not long after you had sat down Betty her self came over to take your order.

"Long time since you've been in here sweetie, gonna get your usual order?" Betty said with that infamous sweet smile of hers.

Smiling back at her you nodded your head and Betty walked away to ring in your order. A few moments later she brings over a steaming cup of coffe which you thank her for.

As you are waiting a man walks in with his son who cant be much older then 6. You watch the two of them but your eyes are mainly focused on the boys father. He's wearing dark blue jeans and a brownish sweater and underneath the sweater you notice a grey t-shirt is poking out. You can't help but notice how handsome he is.

You don't realize you've been staring till your eyes meet his. You immidieatly shift your focus to the cup of coffee that's sitting in front of you as you feel your cheeks heat up a little.

You don't dare to look up until Betty walks over with a plate of y/f/b. You take it with a smile and give her another thanks and Betty leaves you too it. As you are finishing your food you notice a familiar man outside the diner. That damn man just won´t leave you alone. Everywhere you go he follows you with that stupid camera.

You quickly run over what you can do to avoid the man. You could run into the bathroom and hope he'll go away or maybe you could stand up and talk to the mysterious handsome man and his son. For some reason you decide to go with the latter.

You pull your cap a little down to hide your face and walk over to the two of them.

"Hi, Im so sorry to intrude on you guys. But there's a paparazzi outside who has been harassing me for weeks and I was wondering if I could hideout with you guys til he leaves?" You ask the man who nods his head and moves a little so you could sit next to him.

You quietly whisper a small thank you to the man who gives you a small half smile. As you sit down your hand grazes his thigh and you feel your cheeks heat up. Shaking it off you introduce yourself.

"I'm Y/N" You say with a small smile on your face

Before the man can speak, his son replies for him.

"I'm Jack and that's my dad" He says reaching out his hand for you too shake.

"Lovely to meet you Jack" You say shaking is hand. You let go of Jacks hand and turn a little towards the man.

You can see him a lot better now then from your booth earlier. And my god he looks even better up close.

"And lovely to meet you dad" You say sticking your hand out a little for him to shake.

“Aaron” he replies with a small smile while shaking your hand.

You sit with them for roughly an hour talking to them. Jack tells you about how his dad is a real superhero and how he fights bad guys everyday. You listen to the boy marvel about his dad for pretty much the entire time. You watch Aaron the entire time from the corner of your eye. The way his eyes light up when Jack talks is without a doubt the cutest thing you’ve ever seen. Jack then starts talking about how his dad is the only dad in his class who doesn’t have a girlfriend or a pet which causes Aaron’s cheeks to become a bit more rosy colored then they were.

After roughly two hours of speaking with them you notice that the paparazzi man has left and you feel a little sad since you know you have to leave. Which is a bit weird since you just met them yet you feel like you could be here with them for ages. But despite not wanting to you turn towards Aaron.

“Well looks like he’s finally left so I should probably head home” you say trying to hide the disappointment in your voice.

“We should head home too Jack. You don’t want to be late too your aunt.” Aaron says.

“Do we really have to go? I wanna talk more with Y/N” Jack whines to Aaron.

You smile a little. Happy to know that the young boy liked talking to you.

“Me too buddy but she has to go home too” he says trying to convince Jack to leave.

Your brain short circuits for a moment at his words. Did he really mean it or was he just trying to get his son home? As you get a bit caught up in your thinking Jack stands up from the booth and starts walking towards the entrance of the diner. You get torn out of your thoughts when Aaron gently touches your arm sending goosebumps all over your body. You now notice Jack is no longer in front of you and quickly stand up.

You walk with Aaron and Jack to their car, trying to spend a little more time with them. Aaron opens the car and helps Jack get in his seat. You say bye to Jack before Aaron finishes buckling him up and wait for a moment for him to close the door. When he does he finally turns to you.

“Once again, thank you for letting me intrude on your time with Jack.” You say to him with a small chuckle.

“Don’t worry, you weren’t intruding. In fact we had a great time today.” He replies with a smile on his face.

You can feel that your heart does a tiny flip at his words.

You both just look at each other for a moment and you start feeling a tiny bit sad that this might be your last time ever seeing them, and seeing Aaron. And before you even realize it you words just spill from your mouth.

“Well anyway I want to thank you probably for helping me out. Even if you don't think I was intruding on you guys. Maybe we could grab a dinner sometime or maybe a couple of drinks?” You stutter out. Rather nervous whether or not he’s going to take you up on your offer or not. It feels like ages before you finally hear him answer you.

“How about tonight? Jacks going to be staying with his aunt so my evening is free” He replies

You let out a breath you didn't even realize you were holding in.

“Yeah, that sounds good!” You reply turning your head away slightly trying to hide that fact that you are exploding from happiness and that you have a gigantic smile on your face.

“Great, I can pick you up at 8 if that’s ok with you” he says and you notice he has a grin on his face that matches yours.

“Yeah that’s more than ok with me.” You say and take out your phone. Handing it to him so he can put in his number. Which he does.

“I’ll text you my address” you say to him still grinning grime ear to ear.

“Great, I’ll see you tonight” he replies.

“Yeah see you tonight”

[gladerwolfstarkimagines]

Imagine having no idea Camilo likes you or that you like him back until he starts dating another girl

The worst word a hard-working student can hear is group project. You ultimately get stuck with someone you either don’t like or who won’t do the work. You and Camilo had been in the same class for years but had only ever gotten put in a group together twice and today wasn’t any different. You both held your breath as the teacher read out names and paused when Camilo’s was called...only for him to be paired with Fernando Martínez. “Damn!” he muttered and you shushed him so you could hear your partner “next y/n l/n will be with Natalia Garcia”. You located Natalia across the classroom and shrugged before you realised Camilo was having a breakdown. “Why is it always Fernando! I hate when teachers put us together just because they want me to get him a good grade, I’m not doing it anymore! I’ve reached my limit! I’m going to let Fernando take the lead on this one and if we get an F then that’s it”. You smiled and patted his back “you do that buddy”. “Now everyone get into your pairs” the teacher called and Camilo clutched your arm “y/n don’t leave me”. “Camilo I have to the teacher just told us to”. “Please I don’t think I can take it, he’s so loud and obnoxious. I don’t care if he’s the most popular boy in school if he tells me one more story about his football squad I’m going to shove a football up his...”. “Madrigal!” a voice boomed and Camilo sighed. “We always get put together isn’t that great?” Fernando asked pulling a chair up to Camilo’s desk. Camilo shot him a look and nodded “so great” he replied sarcastically but of course that went over Fernando’s head. “So the two of you have a lot of work to do so I'll go” you replied unthreading your arm from Camilo’s. “I’ll catch you after class okay” you told Camilo’s puppy dog eyes and with a final sympathetic smile you left. 

After class Camilo was well and truly broken. “I asked him if he was free this weekend to write the report and he said he was busy, he’s got football training. So I asked him when we should do it and he said Monday morning! The day it’s due in. I told him that’s too late and asked if he was free any lunchtime or day after school this week and do you know what he said?” Camilo asked you. “Football?” you guessed and Camilo nodded “freaking football!”. Unlike Camilo you were pretty happy with your partner. Natalia was nice, smart and a hard worker. The two of you had split the work evenly, she was going to work on the first half and then you’d finish the rest. You were meeting Friday night for the handover and it was beyond a dream compared to Camilo’s. 

So right on schedule you walked to Natalia’s house Friday evening and she handed you her finished contribution to your project. You were just a tad smug everything had gone so smoothly and were just about to leave when Natalia spoke again “Erm y/n...I know we're not exactly best friends but we know each other right? We’re friendly?". You turned to Natalia confused where this was heading. "Erm sure? We’ve never hung out before this but we’ve been in the same class since nursery and had no problems if that's what you mean?". Natalia nodded "exactly so I was wondering if you’d be willing to help me with something*". You were still confused but nodded "sure what it is?". "Camilo" she said and you frowned "has Camilo done something to upset you?". "No nothing like that, more the opposite...see I like him but he never notices me, I try flirting with him but it seems to have no effect on him and if he thinks of me at all I know it's as a friend". You paused "I’m sorry to hear that Natalia but how can I help?". "Well I was wondering if you could talk to him? Maybe put in a good word for me?". You laughed "why me?". "Because you're his best friend! The person he trusts most in the world and I think if you even just mentioned me in a positive light it’d really help". You blinked "I...I’m not sure". "You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to and I’m totally embarrassed for even asking but if the topic ever came up and you could naturally mention me I'd really appreciate it". You sighed but nodded "if it comes up then sure I'll mention you" and Natalia grinned "thank you y/n!".

You dropped the project off at home before heading to Camilo’s where you ate pretty much every night (Julieta was an insane cook, you were not going to pass that up). However you weren’t the only guest, Mariano Dolores’ boyfriend was here. They’d only been together a month so they were still pretty enamoured with each other and basically spent the whole time complimenting each other. Camilo shook his head watching them from across the garden "do you think we'll ever be like that?". You shrugged "probably not but that’s not a bad thing. There’s so much more to life than romance". Camilo nodded "that's true" and it made you think of Natalia. What if Natalia was the right person for Camilo? You did like Natalia so thought you should try and work this into the conversation for her. "But I bet with the right person it could happen to anyone" you added. Camilo paused "I was just thinking that" and he glanced at you. You nodded "and there’s lots of great people in our town...your family of course and Valentina". "The postwoman? She’s married" Camilo commented. "Yeah I’m just naming good women!" you said getting flustered "and erm there’s Susanna the police chief she’s pretty cool". "She's also 40 so a bit old for me". "and Luisa" you carried on "my cousin" Camilo commented. "And Natalia" you finished and Camilo paused "Natalia from school? Your science partner?". You nodded "yeah, spending time with her made me realise she’s a great person, don’t you think?". Camilo shrugged "I mean I guess, I've never really given it much thought". "I think you’d like her" you said casually but inside you were hoping Camilo couldn’t see exactly what you were doing. Camilo blinked and looked at you "you think I would? You think she’s the girl for me?". For some reason Camilo’s tone sounded off but you nodded "yeah maybe? I don’t know it's just a thought I had". A heavy silence settled and for some reason it was very uncomfortable. Camilo’s body language was very guarded and he stayed oddly quiet for the rest of the night. When you went home there was some weird tension and you got the sense Camilo was angry at you for some reason. However the next day he was all smiles and the tension was gone so you figured everything was fine again.  

Monday morning was the usual slow start to the week but one thing was different. Now the science project was over you didn’t have to sit with Natalia anymore so you moved back to your old seat but when Natalia entered she made a beeline for you. “Thank you so much!" she cried in greeting and you paused "for what?". "For speaking to Camilo!" she beamed at you "he came by Saturday morning and asked me out! I knew it had to be you so thank you". "Ow it’s nothing" you smiled "glad I could help! I hope you have a good date". Natalia smiled "we will and it’s all thanks to you. She squeezed your shoulder before she moved away and now she’d stopped looking at you, you could stop the big fake smile on your face. Camilo had really asked her out? He’d seemed a bit miffed by your comment but then he went and asked Natalia out anyway? It was so odd but you shrugged, what were you doing trying to work out the enigma that was Camilo Madrigal? So you shrugged off what had happened that weekend and moved on. 

You got through the rest of the week without anything happening and Camilo acted the same as usual so you did too. You always hung out at Camilo’s on a Friday night so you headed up the hill and dropped your bag at the door. Friday nights were the famous telenovelas and you loved them probably a bit too much. Camilo’s Tio Bruno would put on a show and all the cousins would gather to watch, it was a fun family tradition you were lucky enough to participate in. “Hey y/n” Isabela and Dolores called already setting things up “you ready for the midseason finale?”. “You bet!” you grinned “do you need any help?”. “No it’s okay but why don’t you go get Camilo from upstairs? He’s always the last one down and I do not want it to start late again” Isabela sighed. You nodded and rushed upstairs. “Camilo” you called knocking “move your butt or Isabela will hang you out the window again”. You pushed open the door to see Camilo fixing his hair “ow hey y/n, I’m not sure I can make it tonight”. “Not make it?” you asked “but we always watch telenovelas on a Friday night. Then we stay up eating junk food till early in the morning and crash!”. “I know but something’s come up so I can’t” Camilo shrugged but you didn’t believe him for a second. "Ow come on what's better than Bruno’s telenovelas? I know we all only agreed to watch them out of pity at first but now I’m really hooked and I know you are too so don’t pretend you're not". Camilo smiled "no it's not that I...have a date with Natalia". You paused "ow..." and Camilo looked at the ground "yeah I decided to ask her out after what you said and it’s tonight". You hadn’t told Camilo you knew he’d asked Natalia out for some reason and he hadn’t mentioned it all week either. You hadn’t thought it odd before but now you realised it was probably a little weird you hadn’t talked about Camilo going on his first date even once. It definitely felt odd and the atmosphere in the room dropped instantly. You tried to recover and pretend like you hadn’t noticed "okay...well I totally understand then! I hope you have a really good time together". Camilo nodded "thanks y/n" but he sounded odd again. "Bye" he said smiling but it didn’t meet his eyes and he left.

You walked back downstairs feeling slightly deflated and joined Camilo’s cousins and sister in the telenovela room. "No Camilo tonight?" Luisa asked as you took a seat and you shook your head "no he’s got a date". "A date!" Isabela cried "with who?". "Natalia" you said and Mirabel rushed over "Natalia Garcia?". You nodded "yeah...". "Wow how did that happen?" Luisa asked and they all turned to Dolores who was sitting nearby. She rolled her eyes but a smile appeared on her face "okay fine....here’s what happened!" and she explained it all. For some reason hearing her tell the story frustrated you and you were feeling moody by the time the telenovela started. You couldn’t enjoy it because you kept thinking of Camilo and his date. Was he having a good time? Was Natalia his girlfriend now? What would happen if they really were perfect for each other? 

Finally the evening was over and for the first time in your life you were relieved to be leaving the Madrigal house...however you weren’t done yet. As you were leaving Camilo was walking up the path back from his date and you both spotted one another. You could hardly pretend you hadn’t seen each another so you walked towards him smiling “so how was it?”. Camilo looked down, probably to hide a blush, “it was nice” he shrugged “she is a really nice girl”. “Aww I’m so happy for you! You’re right Natalia is super nice!”. Camilo nodded and you both paused awkwardly. “So how was the telenovela?” Camilo asked looking up for the first time “you have to tell me everything”. You smiled and launched into a scene by scene retelling of the midseason finale. Camilo seemed amused by your retelling so you were extra animated and soon the two of you were in fits of laughter and it was as if those awkward moments had never happened. 

You noticed this soon became a common reoccurrence. If either of you mentioned Natalia the two of you would descend into an awkward uncomfortable silence and you had no idea why. However if the two of you just skipped over that and pretended it wasn’t happening then everything was pretty much the same as always. So that’s what you started doing, you didn’t mention Natalia and Camilo never brought her up even though you knew they’d been on a few more dates. If you asked Camilo to do something and he couldn’t because he had a date planned he’d just say “I’ve got plans” and that seemed to be your code word for “a date with Natalia”. You didn’t really give much thought to why things were this way or how it wasn’t normal, you were just relieved you and Camilo had passed whatever that awkward stage was but you hadn’t really, you’d just learnt to ignore it. 

A few weeks after this odd relationship began with Camilo the Madrigals were throwing a party to celebrate the first day of Summer. Mirabel demanded you come early and help her get ready. You were confused why she was being so specific, you were always there a few hours before the party started but then you realised that was always because Camilo would ask you. This time Camilo would likely be meeting Natalia beforehand, if anyone it’d be her that showed up early to help. Mirabel had clearly thought of that was trying to be nice. That made you upset and you wondered if all events would be like this in the future, Camilo would go to any event with Natalia and you’d be sidelined. You’d been seeing Camilo less anyway because he always seemed to have plans and he hadn’t been to the Friday night telenovelas in weeks. So you agreed to go with Mirabel and tried to push your weakening relationship with Camilo to the back of your mind. 

You arrived right on time and spent the afternoon with Mirabel choosing outfits before helping her mother with the food. You had a nice time and when the party started you were in a good mood. The party had been going for about half an hour when Camilo walked in and you had to do a double-take. "Wow Camilo looks nice" Mirabel commented and you paused unable to reply. Camilo did indeed look good, better than you’d ever seen him. He’d left the poncho in his wardrobe and just came in his white shirt which made a big difference. It instantly made him look more serious and mature. He looked very good, there was just something about a smart shirt that looked very attractive. "Y/n?" Mirabel asked and you blinked "yeah he does...they both do" you said spotting Natalia. The two were holding hands and you swallowed. It felt weird seeing Camilo with someone. You didn't like it, it felt odd but you couldn’t explain exactly why. You turned away from Camilo and smiled at Mirabel “come on let’s dance”. 

You managed to forget about those weird feelings and had fun with Mirabel, however she soon got tired from dancing so you found some seating and relaxed. The only problem? Right in front of you was Camilo and Natalia who were also dancing. You saw Camilo put his arm around Natalia's waist and paused. Any happiness you felt before was now drained from you and you were back at square one. You hated how it made you feel. Camilo was your best friend! Why couldn’t you just be happy for him? What was wrong with you?. "I’m going to get another drink" you told Mirabel and retreated to the kitchen.

Camilo’s POV

Camilo had been having a good time but he kept looking for you. He hadn’t seen you around this week to check if you were coming and even though Mirabel promised you’d be here he found he couldn't stop looking for you. He couldn’t seem to focus on anything else and even when he did spot you he felt...odd. He supposed it might be because he hadn't spoken to you in 2 weeks which was the longest he'd ever gone without seeing you. Sure you’d bumped into each other in school or at Casita but other than that there had been nothing and he didn’t like it. However Camilo had no idea what to do about it, he felt like there was this invisible wall between the two of you that he couldn’t break. Sure he’d been a little cold when you first suggest Natalia but he was just so angry and upset. How could you, the girl he’d been in love with for years, suggest another girl to him with no clue how painful that was. It really showed him you didn’t have any romantic feelings for him and that crushed him. So yes he was a bit cold that night but by the next morning he’d decided to not punish your friendship just because you didn’t like him. But ever since he’d started dating Natalia you’d grown distant and Camilo just didn't understand why. He missed you and just wanted you in his life somehow. As a friend or as more he’d be thrilled. So when he spotted you leaving the room he followed.

Your POV

It was quieter and cooler in the kitchen so you took a few seconds to put yourself together. You splashed some water on your face and told yourself you were being ridiculous, Camilo could dance whoever he wanted because he didn’t belong to you and there was no reason to be jealous. However no matter how rational you were you still couldn’t get rid of that sinking feeling in your stomach so you just decided to go get this night over with. You turned to exit the kitchen and bumped straight into Camilo himself. “Woah sorry” he started when he realised it was you. "Hey” he smiled “I wondered where you were! Haven’t seen you all night". You smiled "ow well here I am!". Camilo nodded doing that smile he did when things were awkward. Why were things awkward between you? You’d been friends forever and things had never been awkward before, you’d never been short on things to talk about or unsure what to say. “I actually haven’t seen you in quite a while” Camilo said awkwardly “is everything okay?”. 

You wanted to explode at that question but intstead you just nodded. “Of course it is! Why wouldn’t it be?” you asked a little more defensively than you meant to and Camilo noted your body language change. “Well we’ve been best friends since we were 5 and barely went a day without talking in 10 years so I just think it’s a bit odd that’s all”. You shrugged “well things can’t always stay the same Camilo, people grow up and change”. Everything you said seemed to have a double meaning but Camilo had no idea what it was, so he just asked the first thing on his mind. "Are you seeing someone? Is that why you're shutting me out?". "Am I seeing someone?" you asked in disbelief. Camilo nodded "yeah I just thought that might be a reason why you’ve been distant lately and I heard apparently Fernando’s been asking about you so I thought...". You snorted "seriously? Fernando of all people?". Fernando was the typical good looking jock who flitted from girl to girl, he couldn’t be further from your type and you were honest slightly insulted that Camilo thought a guy like that could make you so flustered. It was 100% him but he didn't see that. 

"So I take it that's a no" Camilo asked and you nodded "of course it's a no! How could you even ask me that?". "I’m sorry it’s just what I heard" he shrugged. "It’s kind of rich coming from you too" you said and Camilo paused "what?". "I just mean you're the one who got a girlfriend and started cancelling all our plans. Friday night telenovelas, hanging out at your house, movie nights each month all of it stopped the moment you got someone else". Camilo paused "I...yes I had to cancel some things for Natalia but you pulled away too y/n!". "I pulled away?” you asked and he nodded "don’t think I didn't notice how you've been avoiding me! You haven’t stopped by the house to see me in ages, when you see me in town you pretend you don’t. Sure I might've been busier than usual but you didn’t just let this happen, you practically encourage it". You shook your head "I can’t believe you’re blaming me". “I’m not blaming you I’m just saying don’t be a hypocrite and why have you been avoiding me? I never told you to stop coming around or that you couldn’t hang out with me and Natalia”. “You think I’d want to be a third wheel? I know when I’m not wanted Camilo”. 

The idea you were the unwanted one was so ironic it actually made Camilo laugh and you didn’t enjoy that. “Look I’m not going to stand here and have you make fun of me. Yes we both didn’t stop it but you were the one who started it and I don’t want to argue with you about it here of all places so why don’t you just go back to Natalia and leave me alone, you’re good at that” you spat. Camilo shook his head hurt by your cold tone “I can’t believe you’re going to throw all our friendship away like this? You really don’t care?”. “I think you’re the one who’s proven they don’t care”. Again the irony struck Camilo and he shook his head “if you seriously think I don’t care about you then maybe I should go?”. Your heart was hammering as Camilo stared at you and you swallowed scared about what to say next. You felt vulnerable and upset so you just shrugged “do what you want Camilo I don’t care anymore”. Camilo looked down shocked and shrugged “fine...” and he walked out of the kitchen without even looking at you. 

After Camilo left the situation caught up to you and you felt like crying you were so emotional and upset but before you could even think another person entered. "Hey I’m sorry I overheard, are you okay?". You looked up to see Fernando himself in the doorway. You wiped at your eyes "I’m fine". "Are you sure? Because you look upset" he said passing you a napkin. You used it to wipe your eyes and Fernando came to stand beside you, much closer than he needed to. "For what it's worth I think Madrigal is crazy, ditching you for Natalia". "He didn’t ditch me for her, I never volunteered to be a choice" you replied. Fernando nodded "of course not, because if you had there’s no way he’d have chosen her" Fernando said brushing a piece of hair out of your face "you're way too hot for that". Your emotions were all over the place but your bruised ego was really liking the compliments. Fernando was saying everything you wanted to hear, pandering to every insecurity and it also helped he was quite good looking. Not Camilo level of course but he was by no means ugly and you liked having atleast one boy interested in you. So you encouraged it. "Really?" you asked and Fernando nodded "I'd noticed you before but figured you were pretty much married to Madrigal...something tells me that's not the case anymore". You nodded "you're correct. I am definitely not with Camilo". "Lucky me" Fernando commented and you nodded "lucky you". Fernando smirked and leaned in. You felt numb but hoped this would make you feel better so you let him kiss you and tried to forget about Camilo Madrigal. Camilo’s POV Camilo made it all the way back into the room upstairs before he paused. He didn't like how things had been left and he hesitated to go back or not, getting halfway there before stopping multiple times until finally he decided he'd had enough. He wasn’t going to let your friendship fall apart so suddenly, he was going to be honest with you about everything and hope you would be too. So he made his way back downstairs and walked into the kitchen to see you kissing Fernando.

Your POV

“What the hell?” you heard and you turned your head to see Camilo stood staring. Fernando rolled his eyes “can’t you see we’re busy here?”. “This is my house and I can go wherever I want!” Camilo cried his voice rising and then he turned to look at you. “So all that earlier...care to explain y/n?”. “Hey why don’t you just leave us alone?” Fernando asked trying to size up to Camilo and you stepped forwards “would you give us a moment?”. Fernando paused “me? You’re telling me to go?”. “Ow come on are you really too dumb to work that out”. Fernando went to grab Camilo and you pushed him back “please, leave!”. Fernando glared “knew you were too hung up over him to waste my time” and he walked out of the kitchen leaving you both alone. 

“So...care to explain?” Camilo asked and you rolled your eyes “I don’t owe you anything Camilo”. “I think you should atleast try and explain why you lied to me? You told me not 10 minutes ago you and Fernando weren’t a thing and I come in here and find him eating your face!”. “Really poetic, is that from Shakespeare?” you asked and Camilo snapped “y/n just stop! What is going on? Why can’t you be honest with me?”. “Because I’m scared!” you replied “I’m confused and irritated and jealous”. “Jealous?” Camilo asked “of me and Natalia?”. You shrugged “I don’t know! All I know is I don’t like seeing you with her. I don’t like you giving her all your time and attention. I want your time and attention”. Camilo shook his head “so you just want me around to fuss over you? To be your cheerleader right?”. “I never said that! You’re putting words in my mouth!” you cried and Camilo shrugged “so what are you trying to say then? Do you want me or not?”. “Do you want me?” you replied and Camilo froze. You could tell by the expression on his face he did and wondered how you never realised that before. It was so obvious and Camilo realised that so he took a breath and stepped forwards. “You know my answer, now what’s yours?” he asked. “I don’t know!” you replied and Camilo shook his head “y/n just be honest it’s a yes or no question”. “Fine then yes! Yes I want you Camilo, does that make you happy?”. “Yes!” he shot back and a silence descended.

The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. You both stood glaring and panting at one another before you recognised the look in Camilo’s eye. It was the same one in yours and at once the two of you caved. Camilo grabbed your waist and you wrapped your arms around his neck as you kissed one another passionately. You felt utterly exhausted from pretending you didn’t like him and apparently the feeling was mutual. Camilo was kissing you like you were the oxygen he needed to breathe and it was making you crazy. It was way better than the kiss with Fernando and you just wanted more. Camilo must've felt the same because he just pulled you even closer and kissed you with even more intensity. You heard some of the things on the table behind you clatter to the floor but neither of you cared enough to stop. All you wanted was each other and with each second that need grew more and more. You probably would've been locked together in that frenzy of hormones if you hadn't been interrupted. Camilo’s cousins and sister came into the kitchen wondering where you’d disappeared to and they all gasped. You didn’t actually hear them enter, a little preoccupied but finally Isabela called both your names and you both jolted apart. You stared at one another bright red and looked at the Madrigals assembled before you. All the cousins were shocked, Luisa’s mouth was literally wide open and Dolores was covering her eyes. "We erm..." Camilo started when Isabela shot you both a look "if you say it's not what it looks like I swear to casita I'll kill you both, now explain". Camilo paused and looked at you. In truth neither of you knew what this was and the night just kept getting better. "Mirabel have you seen Camilo?" Natalia asked coming into the room. She spotted him and smiled "ow there you are!". You immediately felt so guilty but also a little intimidated. You’d made it pretty obvious to Camilo how you felt and judging by that kiss he liked you too but you’d forgotten about Natalia. You weren’t the only person interested in Camilo, what if he preferred her? Maybe the kiss was just an overspill of emotions and he actually liked her more. Everyone turned to watch Camilo and he looked right at you, he looked totally lost and you had no idea what to do. "Camilo?" Natalia asked "are you ready to go see my family? They've just arrived and they've been asking for you".

Time seemed to slow down as Camilo looked away from you to Natalia. “Yeah I’m coming” he said softly. Camilo took her hand and they walked out of the kitchen together. You stared at the door in shock and Mirabel sighed "y/n..." but you shook your head "no I’m fine but sorry I have to go" you said not so convincingly considering there were tears in your eyes but you rushed out the door before they could say anything.

Isabela, Dolores, Luisa and Mirabel "I knew they liked each other" Isabela shrugged. After you’d run away the Madrigal girls all found a quiet corner to discuss everything that had just happened. Mirabel rolled her eyes at her sister’s comment "sure because you're Aphrodite herself right? You just smell love in the air like its freaking pollen!". "No!" Isabela glared "I use these things called eyes! I mean Camilo's quite obviously liked y/n for years". Everyone went quiet and Isabel shook her head "how did none of you notice it! Just the way he looked at her was so telling and then I always wondered if y/n liked him back but the way she reacted when he started dating Natalia made that obvious too. Typical case of not knowing what you have until it was gone, but I guess in y/n’s defence she didn’t even know she had Camilo until she’d lost him...anyway my point is this was a long time coming and I’m just grateful they both finally know". "They both know but has that really helped?" Dolores asked "Camilo is still with Natalia and Y/n ran out of here heartbroken". "Ow trust me Camilo will choose y/n he just panicked in the situation, he"ll come to his senses" Isabela nodded confidently. As if on cue Camilo appeared "where’s y/n?" he demanded. "She erm went home right after you left the kitchen" Mirabel said and Camilo swore and rushed out the door. "Told you" Isabela smirked and Luisa shrugged "maybe she does know Aphrodite". "At this point I wouldn’t even be surprised" Mirabel shrugged.

Camilo’s POV Camilo rushed to your house and knocked on the door. When he’d done that five times and still there was no response he climbed your fence and made his way to your window around the back. He threw rocks at it and finally your light flickered on. Your face appeared and you hastily opened it when you saw him. "Camilo...what are you doing here?" you asked. Camilo didn’t know how to say everything he wanted to say but he figured an apology was a good way to start. "Y/n I’m so sorry!" he cried "I just left you and went with her and that was so cowardly of me! It's not Natalia I want but you! I like you and I want to be with you". "Camilo you have a girlfriend..." you began but he shook his head "not anymore I broke up with her". "When?" you asked shocked and Camilo shrugged "about 15 minutes ago?". I was in a daze just walking around with her when it hit me. What was I doing? There was one person I wanted and it wasn’t her. So screw appearances, I broke up with her and ran all the way here. Can we please talk?". You were dumbstruck but nodded "I guess...I’ll go open the door” and Camilo nodded “thank you y/n" and he rushed around to meet you. 

You let him in and the two of you stood across from one another rather awkwardly. "So I guess I should explain from the top" Camilo sighed I've liked you for ages y/n". "Really?" you asked and he nodded "years at this point". "So why date Natalia?" you asked. "Well I'd tried making you see me as an option but you never did and so I figured I’d better move on. When you suggested Natalia it hurt I'll admit, to have the girl of my dreams suggest another girl because the idea of me was unfathomable to her...it wasn’t your fault of course but I was upset and so I was a little cold but then I figured why not. Natalia might not be the love of my life but I was only going to get over you by dating other people. So I tried it with Natalia but I noticed how you reacted and how it changed our friendship. I had no idea why, I figured you didn’t like me spending so much time with Natalia or something but I tried to ignore it. I thought I was getting better, my crush was lessening but then I heard the lie about you and Fernando and it made me very jealous...so I knew I wasn’t over you and I hated it. Natalia was great, pretty, smart, funny but all I wanted was you...and that's where I was tonight and why I snapped at you and how we ended up here". You blinked in shock "I...I had no idea you liked me or that I hurt you and I’m so sorry Camilo, I never would've suggested Natalia if I'd have known". Camilo shrugged "it's okay...so what's happened with you? What's your view on all this?". 

You sighed "well I’m still trying to work all that out myself. All I know is when you started dating Natalia I didn’t like it and I had no idea I felt that way until I saw the two of you together. I hated it instantly and I was jealous. I could sense there was something on your side but I didn’t know what it was so I just ignored it...which didn’t work out well. My feelings just festered and I took them out on everyone. I stopped seeing you because it began to be uncomfortable and then when we argued tonight I was distraught. Fernando came in and was telling me how you were crazy and how great I was and I was feeling insecure. I just wanted to forget about you and I thought kissing him would do that". "And did it?" Camilo asked "kissing the most popular guy in our school?"  You shook your head "not at all and that kiss with you...the two didn’t even remotely compare. I like you too Camilo". Camilo blushed and blinked at you "I never thought I'd hear you say that and hearing it...wow" he said gazing at you. You smiled "I just can’t believe I never realised you liked me...I must've been blind". Camilo nodded “yeah but then again I never told you so it's on me too...but you know now". "I do" you nodded and Camilo smiled "I want you y/n". You smiled back "I want you too Camilo" and slowly reached up and kissed him for a second time.

It was a lot less hot and hands-on compared to earlier but a lot more beautiful and meaningful. Still you felt utterly enamoured with the sensation and just wanted more. When you finally did separate Camilo didn’t move away, he kept his arms around you and rested his forehead against yours "I’m never going to get tired of that". "Me either" you grinned and leaned into him. You buried your nose in his neck and just breathed him in "I’m sorry it took me so long to notice but I see it now. I see you now and I’m never going to jeopardise that again". In response Camilo just grinned "you don't need to convince me y/n, I’m already yours".

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For some reason I think Pepa’s side of the family is super dramatic and all their teenage years were a mess...and I say that with love.

[prttydolls]

book switch ¦¦ draco malfoy

𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒 ¦¦ what happens when you switched books with the boy you liked?

𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀/𝘴 ¦¦ books getting switched,mutual pinning, cheesy love confession, mention of proms.

𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝗈 ¦¦ f!reader, any house!reader, 5th year, your house = y/h/n, pureblood!reader

𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾 ¦¦ HAHAH!! I found how to make the font, and now this will be my new format for writing 🤍 also; i switched the whole plot of the fic 🤥

love, is such a funny feeling isn't it?

you feel like you have a million butterflies fluttering in your stomach, whenever you see him. draco malfoy. Whenever he looks at your direction you blush and get so shy. you feel like you were being cupids target everyday, but it's only you..

You try doing everything to make him notice you, but he never said anything, and didn't even look at you.

Iittle do you know, he did notice.

·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ✩. ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙

“im just saying maya, CHICKENS were here first not eggs.” your friend, alisa argued. “Tch, then where did it come from?” maya scoffed.

“eh, your right... but—” before alisa could finish you barged into the dorm. “YOU GUYS! THERE'S A BALL HAPPENING NEXT WEEK!” you excitedly squeled.

“wait really? How did you know?” maya asked putting her novel away. “well, I saw some 6th years talking about it and got a poster from them.” you explained as you handed them the poster.

the poster had blue background with two people dancing, with big bold letters on top and bottom “WINTER BALL

4TH TO 7TH YEARS ARE ALOUD

BEING HELD ON THE GREAT HALL

COME JOIN US ON DECEMBER 23 6PM

*please bring a date.*”

“eeek! im so excited!” alisa giggled adoring the poster. “i know! but my only problem is, i dont have a date..” you sighed. “you should try asking out draco..” maya suggested.

“me? ask him? nah, i bet he doesn't know i exist!” you whined flopping down onto your bed.

“oh, cmon just atleast tryy?” Alisa shook your body. “eh, fine....” you said with a muffled voice.

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you woke up the next day, as usual.

got into your y/h/n uniform fixed yourself in the mirror, got breakfast, and checked out some books at the library.

you were a tidy person.

you were thinking about the ball again, maybe you could ask draco. but you doubt that he knows you. but who didn't know you ? you were a y/h/n prefect and not to mention head girl for y/h/n.

“ouch! hey watch where you—” draco cursed, shit you bumped into him, making all your books mixed up with his. and whats worse you BOTH had one same colored notebook.

“oh hi y/n, here— let me help you.”

wait what?!

he fucking knew YOUR NAME?!

“its o-okay, i can do i. thank you d-draco” you stuttered, while grabbing your books clumsily, and accidentally unkowningly grabbing his diary. and rushed off to your friends.

·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ✩. ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙

“okayy, what a day. atleast ill doodle at the end of the day.” you sighed and grabbed your green notebook, as you opened the cover you noticed something different.

it wasn't your doodles, it was words. huh— you couldn't help but read the pages, the first page was from 1st year.

i got sorted into Slytherin, and my father gifted me an expensive quill for getting slytherin, during the ceremony i saw this really pretty girl she got sorted into y/h/n tho, i heard from the other student's her name was y/n y/l/n. ill send a letter to my mother, to ask her if the ‘y/l/ns are purebloods?’ just to make sure.

he knew me from the very beginning?! what the hell was going on!?

as you read more and more into the pages, of course you didn't read anything personal. you only searched for your name. and what caught your eye the most was the recent page.

the ball was coming up, and i wish i could take y/n out, but she probably already HAS one .. i wish it was me. i wonder what would she wear, and how she would look like. i personally think she would look like a princess or an angel. i mean she is an angel. i see how she blush and looks away shyly when i shoot her a smile. im such a pussy for not asking her out. I'm planning to, ill hope that she didn't have a date yet. anyways this week was—

he thought i was an angel? oh holy merlin— and HE WAS GONNA ASK ME OUT?! SOMEONE PLEASE WAKE ME UP!

you blushed so hard, but you suddenly realized you need to give this back to him.. it was wrong that you read his diary, but you need to be honest with him.

First thing tomorrow, ill give it back

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You woke up excitedly, and ran down as fast as you could to the slytherin dorms.

You were anxious and excited at the same time, was draco gonna be upset? Was he gonna hex you that you read his PERSONAL diary? Now you were nervous..

“there you are.” a cold voice spoke up.

you jumped and slowly turned around to see none other than, draco malfoy holding YOUR doodle book— you were thinking i didn't draw anything stupid right?? WAIT! i forgot i drew him shit shit shit.

“well, looks like we got our books switched up. and I've got to say, you are such an amazing artist.” draco smirked.

“oh- well i- thank you?” you mentally slapped your self, you literally said thank you as a question. “and i assumed you read my diary?” he added.

he didn't look mad, he looked awfully calm.

“yes, BUT! i only read the things you thought about me and—” you started to ramble, and apologized to him, he laughed at you. not a mean laugh, but more of a flattered laugh.

“its alright, now here is your book and ill take mine.” he chuckled, you swore you saw a blush forming his pale cheeks.

“can i ask you one thing though draco..?” you asked cautiously. “hm, sure?”

“is your feelings true? that- you like me i mean..” you slowly backed away from him, Draco's eyes widened. “well- yes.. i had since 3rd year..” he smiled nervously. you never seen this side of him, so nervous, giggly, calm, and he blushed?

“i like- you too draco... i honestly thought you didn't know who i am..” you threw him a giddy smile, he walked closer and closer until he got you cornered into the wall. you couldn't help but lean in and kiss him.

shit— YOU JUST KISSED HIM! you were about to pull away but he kissed back to, after about 2 or 3 minutes of making out, draco lets out a breathy laugh and says;

“since you've read my diary without my consent, will you go to the winter ball with me as a punishment.?”

“id love too.”

𝖳𝖺𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 :: @dracoslittleangel @imabee-oralizard @f4iryluvy @lilytoyourjames @siriusblackstwin