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we're in love - m. murdock

a/n: hi guys not dead just played a LOT of baldurs gate over break and now im back ay college with matt murdock brainrot this ones been floating around the old noggin a while. sorry. likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated! <3 warnings: DEAD DOVE with a happy ending, hard of hearing reader, cannon typical marvel violence, probably badly written violence, matt being upset, once again im tired and sleepy and bad at doing warnings, reader gets kidnapped TWICE, reader has superpowers, reader is TECHNICALLY a hybrid but literally just in the way that she has small antlers and deer like abilities (strength, jump height), fucked up experiments, ANGST ANGST ANGST, memory loss trope but like... the one from the hunger games. matt is hopelessly in love with reader, reader wants to kill matt, kissing, implied sexual ideas, cursing. SHAMELESS USE OF REAL OR NOT REAL FROM THG, reader having anxiety, and allusions of sex. word count: 7.1k summary: when your past finally catches up to you, matt truly learns what 'in sickness and in health' means. pairing: matt murdock x hoh!wife!reader now playing: we're in love - boygenius "will you still love me if it turns out I'm insane?/i know what you'll say/but it helps to hear you say it anyway."

Falling in love with Matt Murdock was the easy part.

Falling back in love with him was the tough bit.

You had spent the years leading up to meeting him as a boxer turned vigilante— Your dad had taught you how to fight young, which led to a lot of trouble at school until he eventually started helping you enter teenage fights against your mom’s wishes.

It’s how you paid for college.

And then, after your college experience, you lose control. It was never supposed to happen the way it did. You had lost a fight and stole the guy’s motorcycle in defiance. But the roads were wet from an early snow and people of New York never knew how to drive.

Just like that, the nerves in your hands were shot. The accident got your hearing too since you got sick from the cold after your accident. The infection got so bad that it took the hearing from your left ear—And half from your right.

For months, you thought you’d never gain control of your hands again, snapping from a promising young fighter to a deaf and shaky temp. You were miserable. Fighting was your everything for so long.

And then The Doctor found you.

No, not the alien from the British television show, but a man who promised you your old life back. He found you while you were at your lowest and realized that you would do anything for your old life back.

He said in exchange for your old life, all you would have to do would be a test subject for a harmless new drug he was testing out.

You were so enamored by the idea of your old life that you had decided to take him up on his offer, so you were whisked away upstate with a group of other people desperate enough to try this experiment out.

Every morning you were given a shot of blue liquid into your arm, and then, you were to preform a series of tasks to record your progress. After three weeks you grew frustrated that you had seen no progress. You spent most of your time asking people to talk into your right ear and becoming mad at The Doctor.

About a month in, you started growing antlers.

At first, you freaked out. Like, truly, screamed and yelled, wanting an explanation. The Doctor celebrated, telling you this was great news—And to prove it, he had you pick up a pen and write a sentence out. Your hands didn’t shake and did everything you told them to do.

On top of the antlers and the newfound control of your nerves, you were strong—Fast, too. You could jump twelve-foot walls. The Doctor was obsessed with you. While other patients died off from whatever drugs you were being given, you were thriving.

At the end of your three-month stay, you were excited to leave and head back to your life. You’d just have to wear beanies everywhere to hide your antlers, you told yourself. A small price to pay.

But The Doctor wouldn’t let you leave.

How could he, he asked you, when you were his best test subject?

Being a prisoner was a lot worse than you thought it would be. Day in and day out, you were trained to be a soldier, you think. Fighting various guards, doing different athletic tests. The serum hadn’t fixed your hearing, but it had given you all of these gifts.

Until The Doctor became cruel.

He gave the guards these batons that had shock currents at the end of them, instructing them to use it whenever you talked back or underperformed. For months you struggled through days of electric shocks and experiments.

One night, a guard slipped into your cell, expecting you to be an easy target. You quickly showed him differently, knocking him out and stealing his weapons. And then, you ran. You ran until your feet bled—No shoes.

An old woman who had retired upstate welcomed you into her small cabin and fed you, never asking about the small antlers growing out of your head. She simply gave you a warm knit cap and a pair of boots for the cold.

You remember eating chili with her as she told you about her deceased husband. You changed your last name to theirs, knowing The Doctor would find you if you kept going by your name. You stayed with her for a weekend, coming back from gathering firewood to The Doctor’s men there, having killed the kind old woman and on the hunt for you. You stole her car and never looked back.

The next few weeks after that had been full of killing various soldiers and armies that The Doctor had sent after you, until you eventually pushed The Doctor off a building, believing to have killed him for good.

And that was that.

You went on with your life as usual, finding a permanent job as a secretary. In a law office.

Which, of course, is where you met Matt.

With Matt, you never felt the need to hide who you were. Of course, it was a lot easier to tell him that some mad scientist had infected you with a drug that turned you into a deer hybrid when he told you that he was Daredevil.

And with time, some of the effects of the serum began to fizzle out. Strength, Agility, Antlers—Those stayed. The control over your hands didn’t. But you made peace with that. Physical Therapy twice a week and hearing aids helped.

Especially because early Sunday mornings were filled with Matt running his fingers through your hair, running his pointer finger along the curves of your antlers. He takes your hands and kisses your fingertips as they shake, hushing you softly when you start crying as he does.

He spars with you and spends nights running around New York City with you, jumping from rooftop to rooftop.

He tells you about Elektra, Stick, his dad, and Fisk.

One day, when you feel safe enough, wrapped up in his arms and a layer of blankets as snow falls against the windows, you tell him about The Doctor.  You explain to him your nightmares, and why they will never go away.

He kisses away your tears and promises he’ll never let anything happen to you.

When he asks you to marry him, you don’t hesitate to say yes. There’s not a moment where you regret that decision. You insist to get married in the summer, during the short month where your antlers shed before they grow back. He agrees happily, just wanting you to be happy.

You’ve been married for about five months when you start to think about kids. You’ve been married six when you realize the worst possible scenario is your reality—When vials of blue serum show up at your front door with a note scribbled out—

‘My Best Test Subject,

I cannot wait to catch up with you soon.

-The Doctor’

You call Matt in a panic, begging him to come home and be with you. He obliges and holds you as you calm down. He promised to love you in sickness and in health, and that is what he fully intends to do.

This is the story of the greatest challenge that your marriage would face.

• • •

After the note you had received, you almost exclusively traveled with Matt. Even for just a casual stroll, a walk to the deli or home from work, He was there with you. He knew you could handle yourself, but you felt safer with him close by.

But Matt’s senses were never as focused when it rained, especially on nights like today. The rain pours, it almost stings against his skin. And it’s loud. You don’t have your hearing aids in, so they catch you both by surprise.

It all happens too fast—

In an instant, Matt is being pulled off your arm and slammed against the closest brick alley, and when he hears the click of a gun behind him, he realizes what’s happening. He tries to fight, but before he can make any process, someone is swinging that gun against his head, and when he wakes up, he’s all alone.

He calls out to you and gets no response other than thunder rumbling from miles away. He is filled with nothing but a rage, a determination to find you.

He scrambles for his phone and uses it to call Karen.

“I need you to get Frank.” He tells her, “Please. I.. I don’t know what happened, but.. He took her, I need.. Karen, I need to find her.” He tells her.

Frank is on his way to New York within the hour.

• • •

When you wake up, your arms are strapped behind your back in some sort of metal contraption. You can feel the ache in your hands, indicating that you had fought against whoever brought you here. The room is quiet. A small cot in one corner, but the rest of the room is barren.

You’re wearing white pants and a gray muscle tee, with no shoes. You’re suddenly thankful you left your wedding ring at home, so that it might not end up in his hands.

You wait a while, and then the door opens. The Doctor, flanked by two men in heavy armor, holding those batons you’re all too acquainted with, steps into the room. You simply stare, but The Doctor looks like a child on Christmas morning.

But there’s something else to his appearance. His left eye is this bright yellow, and his pupil is a different shape. Green scales travel up his neck and coat the bottom right half of his face, and down his arms, reaching his fingertips. He looks like a monster, but you quickly realize what has happened.

Whatever serum gave you your abilities, was given to him. Only, his was made from that of snakes, not deer.

“My beautiful creation!” He gasps and takes your face in his hand, planting a kiss to your head, right between your antlers. “It’s been too long, you know.” His ‘s’ sounds are elongated, and his teeth are sharper. He has become destroyed by his own mad endeavors. When you don’t respond to his greeting, he continues to speak. “It’s been an eventful few years for you, huh?” When this doesn’t get a response from you, he stands up straight and backs up just a foot. “New job, new name… New husband.” Your head snaps up at that. “What? You think I haven’t been keeping tabs on you and the boy? What do you call him, then? Matthew or Daredevil?”

Your eyes grow wide, unsure how he knows about your husband’s secret hobby.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” You spit, your gaze hardening into a glare.

“Don’t I? You make quite the couple. The little deaf doe and her crime fighting blind husband.” He laughs, “And they say I like a project.”

“You won’t touch him or I swear to god—”

“Little doe, you misunderstand. I want nothing to do with your husband. I just want you to be the good subject I know you can be.” He tells you. “You and I are the only of our kind. I want to study you, replicate you.”

“You’re going to kidnap more people.”

“You weren’t kidnapped, you volunteered.”

“I won’t do whatever it is you want me to do.” You tell him. “I don’t care, I will escape, I will kill you.”

He shakes his head, taking one of the batons from the guards, before hitting you across the face with it. You groan in pain, turning your head back to glare at him. He sighs.

“I didn’t want to have to do this. But I did anticipate that Husband of yours interrupting things.” He hands the baton back to the guard before telling him. “Take her down the hall and get her ready, alright?”

You struggle your way down the hall, refusing to do whatever is coming to you without a fight. When the guards uncuff you to strap you to this big dentist looking chair, you manage to get out of the grasp of the guard, swinging a punch on him but this newfound advantage is short lived, as the other guard quickly grabs your arms and pushes you against the chair. You’re yelling and thrashing but they manage to get your arms and legs strapped down to the chair.

Your heartbeat is racing, and quietly, only in your mind, you beg. But not for mercy. Not from The Doctor. You beg Matt to come find you. Because you know that you do not stand a chance on your own, but maybe he could find you. He had to find you.

The Doctor sits in a chair next to you and holds up a small purple vial.

“This is hallucinogenic snake venom, mixed with a duller version of the serum we gave you. What this will do is allow me to go into your memories and alter them.” He explains as if you’re getting a simple procedure done. Tears fill your eyes.

“You’re going to make me forget him?” You ask, your voice breaking.

The Doctor hushes you softly, wiping your tears softly.

“Oh, no, little doe. I’m going to change what you do remember about him to make you hate him.”

• • •

Six months is a long time to be without your wife. For anyone, no matter who it is.

For Matt Murdock, it’s absolute torture. He spends all day half paying attention to his work while trying to research who The Doctor is. He spends all night trying to find you.

Frank lives, breathes, eats and sleeps to find you. He’s still technically a wanted man, so he pretty much stays under the radar as he looks for you. You remind him of a lot of guys he knew in the army, of himself.

Karen busies herself with research, looking through cases of old files at The Bulletin to try and see if there are any tips or stories that could maybe be connected to where you are. She gets about as little sleep as Matt.

And Foggy has the most important job of all.

Making sure Matt doesn’t kill himself in the process of trying to find you. Because for the first two months Matt didn’t sleep, hardly ate. And as he deteriorated, Foggy reminded him that to find you, he’d need to stay alive. He needs to shower, he needs to keep going to church, he needs to keep eating. The thought of hearing your heartbeat again keeps him going.

It’s as they’re packing up to go home one night that Frank comes into the office with blood-stained hands. They all know he wouldn’t be here if he didn’t have something, so Karen asks first.

“What? What is it?”

“Buddy of mine found a file. Some private medicinal corporation funding a project for some sort of doctor doing cancer research, upstate.”

The location peaks Matt’s interest, because one of the few things he knows of your first experience is that the lab was in upstate New York.

“Okay, but—” Karen starts, but Frank hands her the file.

“Report shows the guy had scales.” He told her. “And I don’t know what you guys make of that but sounds to me like a side effect similar to the serum that was given to her.”

“Where?” Matt asks.

“Red, just—”

“Give me a god damn address, Frank.” He demands.

“I’ll drive you. Come on, things are probably gonna get wild and I don’t want you going alone.” He told him. Matt agrees, but only because he knows he can’t drive and would wind up walking to you.

“Then let’s go.” Before Frank can argue, Matt is walking out the door and going to get suited up for the journey ahead.

• • •

Daredevil is my enemy.

Matt Murdock hates me.

I hate him.

We were never really in love with each other.

These are the thoughts that echo through your mind as you wait for your next round of testing. The six-month mark is pivotal, The Doctor tells you time and time again.

Overall, you’ve made tremendous progress. He tells you that within weeks, other serums will be ready to test on new subjects. Maybe then, he tells you, he’ll promote you from just being a soldier.

Maybe.

You almost don’t hear the alarm going off somewhere in the distance. Of course, you don’t. The serum has never helped your hearing.

The way you remember it, Daredevil, a man who once claimed to love you, fought you to the point that he destroyed the nerves in your hands, destroyed your hearing. It’s fuzzy now, but you know this: The Doctor helped you. He put you back together.

But you do hear the alarm, eventually. It concerns you; it means someone has broken into the building. Your thoughts linger on the masked vigilante that haunts your nightmare. You’re getting stronger to defeat him, The Doctor says.

It’s a cool summer night when whoever it is broke in, breaks down your door. You immediately stand, quickly identifying Frank Castle, a grin breaking across your face. Closely behind, you identify a man in red.

Your heartbeat races, but you just stare at the pair.

Matt strips off his helmet and approaches you, wanting to make sure this was real. That you were real. His hands find your cheeks, and tears fill his eyes. He says your name gently.

“I found you, I’ve got you…”

You blink, unsure of what sort of cruel teasing that was.

Because in an instant, your glare hardens and you’re pushing him against a wall, starting to throw punches at him. He’s too far in shock to react, but Frank is pulling you off of him, and you’re struggling against him.

“Let me go! I need to kill him! He’s evil, he needs to die!” You cry, and Matt is just saying your name softly, in absolute disarray. What had they done to you, his sweet girl?

Frank pins you down to the ground, unsure of why you, a woman he had perceived to be so in love with the man behind him, are so adamant that he dies.

“Enough, Enough!” He barks, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at Matt. “That is your husband, girl. Stop acting like he’s torturing you when he is not the one whose been experimenting on you for six months!”

“Let me go, I need him gone! He’s cruel, He’s a monster!” You cry, and Matt has started crying. Putting you both out of your misery, Frank hits you in a way that knocks you right out. Matt goes over to your now unconscious form and pets your hair.

“Why was she—”

“I don’t know.. I just don’t know, red. Let’s get her out of here to figure it out, okay?” Matt just nods and grabs his helmet, slipping it on so Frank can’t see him crying anymore.

• • •

If you had a nickel for every time you woke up tied to a chair, you’d have more nickels than you had fingers.

Today is no different.

You’re surrounded by people you don’t recognize. And one you do. Your angry glare stays on him, and he looks upset by it.

You’re unsure why. You’re so sure he just wanted you dead.

The blonde woman in front of you says your name softly. When your gaze shifts to her, you notice her soft eyes.

“How do you know my name?” You ask.

She frowns.

“It—Because we’re good friends.”

“I don’t know you.”

“You don’t… My name is Karen.” She says softly. She goes over to a nearby shelf, pulling out a picture frame and showing it to you. “Here, that’s you and me. At your wedding.”

“My wedding? The one that he set up just to hurt me?”

Matt remembers you telling him that you had never been happier than when you were getting ready for your wedding.

There’s two other men, one held you down while you were meant to kill Matt, but the other one.. You vaguely remember him standing next to Matt when you got married.

He speaks next.

“Matt and Frank, they found these vials in one of the labs. We think the man that took you used it to... to alter your memories.”

“Why would The Doctor do that? He helped me.” You tell them, unsure what to make of this whole situation. Matt is growing extremely frustrated because he knows just how scared you were of that monster.

“Untie her.” Matt tells Frank, and everyone looks at him like he’s crazy. Including you because you know that you’ll just try and kill him. “Do it,” he tells him again and very hesitantly, Frank does untie you. When you’re free from the rope, you step forward to go towards Matt, but Frank grabs your arm.

“Don’t,” he says. But then, Matt reaches for Frank’s gun on the nearby table and hands it to you. Odd choice for a man you want to kill.

“Go ahead.” He tells you, facing you now. “Shoot me, kill me if that’s what you really want to do.” He says. You stare at the gun in your hand for a second, before holding it properly and aiming it at Matt. Everyone waits with bated breath to see what you’ll do.

Pull the trigger, you tell yourself, The Doctor’s voice echoing around your head. He hurt you, the voice says. He needs to die.

And yet, you just stare at the man on the other end of the gun, trying to build up the courage to kill him. To kill the man that for months you have been taught needs to die. That you have memories of hurting you, of maiming you.

Your hand tremors as tears fill your eyes, until you eventually drop your arm, so the gun isn’t pointing at him anymore.

“Look at the photo of you and Karen,” Matt tells you, “You have hearing aids in the photo. I didn’t do that to you, you got into a bad accident, you got sick and that’s how you lost your hearing. I had nothing to do with that. You even had your powers before me, you didn’t just get them in the past six months. The Doctor is an evil man who just wanted to torture people and turn them into science experiments.” He tells you, and you want to tell him to stop, that it’s not true. But something in you tells you not to. “I love you,” he says gently, and you flinch away from him when he says this.

It breaks his heart into a million pieces. Absolutely shatters it.

“I don’t know you.” You tell him.

Sensing that Matt doesn’t know what to say to that, Frank steps forward.

“Hey. I’m Frank, you remember me?”

“You pinned me down when you found me.” He sighs softly.

“Yeah, well.. You have memories of when the two of you got married, right? So those are real memories… What about the ones of him hurting you? Do they look any different?”

You take a moment to close your eyes and really focus on the memory you have so closely attached to the man in red. They’re.. Filmy. Like they have a filter on them or like glass shimmering in the sun.

Tears fall from your eyes as you open them, your hand quickly coming up to wipe your tears.

“I think we did enough for now.. She needs to rest.” The man whose name you don’t know, but he has this shaggy blonde hair. Then this question comes up in everyone’s mind—Where will you stay?

“I’ll take the couch,” Matt says, “You take the bed.” You don’t know how comfortable you are with being alone with Matt in this apartment, even if the memories are fake. They feel pretty real.

“I don’t know if—” Karen starts.

“I.. It’s fine..” you say softly, and that fills Matt with a fraction of hope. “It’s just over night.”

Frank sighs softly, taking his gun off the table and glancing at Matt.

“We’re only a phone call away, alright?” Karen tells him.

It feels sort of awkward that they only talk to him as if you can’t hear them. Well, you can’t hear them very well, but you can hear.

“There’s clothes for you in the bedroom,” Matt tells you, “Go take a shower and I’ll walk them to the door.” Very reluctant to turn your back on Matt, you make your way to the bedroom to gather your clothes and go to shower.

You really haven’t had a good shower in six months, so it’s nice to wash the dirt off your skin and from beneath your fingernails. You spend a long time under the hot shower, letting it burn your skin. Your whole life has been turned upside down because you’re slowly coming to terms with the fact that Matt Murdock isn’t your sworn enemy, and that maybe.. he just.. does like you..

Meanwhile, Matt walks the others out, or at least to the door, hesitant to go too far from you.

Foggy glances back to him before he leaves, curiously.

“How did you know she wouldn’t shoot you?”

He hesitates.

“I didn’t.” he says softly. “I just trusted that somewhere within her, my wife still loves me.”

• • •

Later that night, you stare out the window of his apartment at that bright billboard. You gaze at it curiously, and hear Matt call your name gently behind you. In his hands, he holds your hearing aids.

You put them on, and just look at him for a few minutes.

“You kept them?”

“I never stopped looking for you..” He told you. “I prayed every night hoping to hear your heartbeat again.” He tells you, and you don’t know what to make of it. He seems so devoted to you, yet you have these memories of him beating you until you’re close to death.

“I’m sorry I can’t be in love with you the way you want me to be.”

He shrugs gently.

“In sickness and in health, right?”

“And in torture and memory alteration.”

“Same thing.”

For the first time in six months, you smile.

Maybe your husband isn’t such a bad guy.

You can only hope he’ll love you long enough for you to get your shit together and not want to kill him anymore.

• • •

Memories are a tricky thing.

You decide to spend your days with Frank, hunting down various people who worked with The Doctor. You talk a lot about your memories with him. And no matter what, at the end of the day, you have dinner with Matt.

One night, he brings home Thai Food.

“We had this for our first date,” he recalls. “You got pad Thai, your favorite.” You try to recall the memory.

“You wore a nice blue button up, right?” You say softly. He smiles gently and nods.

“Yeah. I did.” He says gently.

“Can..” You hesitate. “Can you tell me more about it? Our life together? I can’t.. discern between what’s real and fabricated.” You’re making new memories, sure, but you know he misses the life the two of you had together.

But he’s caught off guard by your request. For the past few weeks, you’ve been hesitant to indulge in any memories you think might be real.

“You used to work for me.” He tells you. “Not in a weird way, but our office is small. We fell in love over Thai food and opening statements.”

“Why did you want to marry me?”

He hesitates for a second, not wanting to scare you off.

“Because I love you.” He tells you. “Because when you were with me, it was the closest thing I’d ever knew to peace.” He confesses.

“Oh..”

“Yeah.” He takes another bite of his food. “You know if you have a memory and you don’t know if it’s real, you can always ask.”

You smile softly.

“Thanks.” There’s a soft silence that fills the room before you ask, “I have this memory of us in bed, with you running your hand through my hair.. Your fingers tracing these antlers I have.. Is that real?”

“Yeah, it is..” He promised. “I have a thing about textures and your hair is soft.”

“I’m glad.” You smile. This is nice. This gentleness that’s between you. It’s a softness you aren’t used to, one that you don’t know if you’d ever quite get used to.

Later that night, when you were meant to be fast asleep, you wake up with a startling gasp in bed. You look around panicked. You don’t quite know who you’re looking for..

Until Matt comes into the room, a concerned look on his face.

“Are you okay?” He asks, and this calmness washes over you.

“Yeah..”

“Okay. Okay, good, I’ll be in the living room if you need me.” He says softly. He’s been so good to you, sleeping on the couch for so many weeks. He goes to leave, but you call out to him. He turns back to you.

“Can you stay with me?” You ask.

“Yeah, of course.” He says softly, climbing into bed with you. You think for a second, before shifting a bit, resting your head against his chest. You listen to the gentle thud of his heartbeat, as his hand finds your back, gently rubbing up and down. “Do you want to talk about it?”

He isn’t dumb—He knows you have nightmares. And that on the nights that you do, you’re quieter and more avoidant of him. It’s a bad habit, one you want to break. Because you recognize that your dreams aren’t real.

Matt has never done anything to you, and you’re sure of this.. For the most part. Sometimes when you wake up, you must reorient yourself and remind yourself that Matt has no malicious intent towards you and no reason to hurt you.

But it takes you a few minutes to accomplish this. On those mornings, you tend to keep your distance from him, and because Matt wants nothing but your happiness, he stays away from you. But tea is always placed in front of you, and he never strays far from you.

“Not really.” You finally answer. There’s another beat of silence. “We went as the couple from The Princess Bride for our first Halloween together.. Real or not real?”

“Real.” He confirms.

“You broke my nose once during an argument. Real or not real?”

“Not real.” He tells you. “I would never hurt you. Even when we used to fight at the gym, it was always for practice, never to do actual damage. And when we would spar, it would always end with us going home and taking a hot bath.”

You close your eyes, trying to recall that particular memory. When you find it, your face flushes with this unfamiliar heat.

“You’re still trying to protect me even though I wanted you dead... Real or not real?”

“Real.” He doesn’t even hesitate. He’s not sure if you’ve realized it yet, but he’d rather die than put you anywhere close to being in danger. His hand continues to trace patterns into your skin, as you think about his response.

You fall asleep like this, close to the man who you’re realizing has never intended to hurt you a day in your life.

• • •

The day you realize you’re in love with your husband is horrifying.

Which seems like a crazy accusation to make, and yet, you feel nothing but horror when you realize that you are desperate for him. Which is insane, because you’ve been living with him for two months when you realize you are desperate to kiss him like you’re drowning and need air.

It happens at the office. You decided to cook, because you remember really liking it, and to say thank you for all he’s done for you, you want to bring lunch to Matt at work. So you make this really delicious chicken pesto pasta, and you pick up sodas to go along with it. Matt gets the following text:

‘Your favorite soda is Dr. Pepper. Real or not real?’

Five minutes later, you get a response.

‘Real. Yours is sprite.’

You pick up a bottle of each and head over to his office. You’ve been there a few times before, but mostly it was because Frank needed to talk to Karen about something, but lately you’ve found yourself wanting to go to the office just to see Matt.

Matt is surprised when he hears the familiar beat of your heart on the other side of the door. He can also hear the slight buzz of your hearing aids.

“Sweetheart, you can come in.” He calls, but you hesitate even further. Not because you’re confused as to why he knows it’s you, but because your brain sort of short circuits when he calls you the pet name. But after a few minutes, you walk into the room and place lunch on his desk, as well with your drinks.

“Do you like pesto?”

“We had pesto pasta at our wedding.” Oh.

“So you do?”

“Yeah, I do. Especially the way you make it.”

“Oh, good.” You smile and sit at the chair on the other side of the desk. “Because I made chicken pesto pasta for lunch and figured you might want some.”

“Well, thank you for thinking of me.”

There’s a quiet calm between the two of you.

“This is a pretty killer first date, huh?” This makes Matt laugh, because in his mind, your first date was eating Thai food and listening to music. But this isn’t bad either.

“Well, Chivalry must be dead then, because I didn’t even buy you flowers.” He hums, and you tilt your head.

“I don’t remember you ever buying me flowers.” He frowns at this.

“Well, I’m going to have to fix that.”

And that’s how the afternoon goes. You sit with Matt in his office, eating a homemade chicken pasta and falling in love with him. As you go to leave, he asks you what you have planned for the day.

“I have some errands to run, but I should be home to make dinner.” And for a moment, Matt forgets all that’s happened, and he lets himself believe that you have all your memories of him perfectly intact and no one’s ever made you think otherwise.

You get back to the apartment a few hours later, and just as you’re unpacking your groceries, there’s a knock at the door. When you open it, a delivery man stands with a bouquet of flowers. Your face is warm as you sign off on them.

As you put them in their vase, you notice a note attached to it. You catch yourself grinning as you read his little note, that reads ‘I’ll buy you flowers until I’m old and wrinkly. Real.’

The urge to run back to the office and kiss him overwhelms you.

So you call Frank.

This leads to the pair of you, sitting at a booth in a diner, nursing coffees and toast.

“I hope you didn’t call me here just to complain about married life.” He tells you, making a joke out of the thing that terrifies you.

“No, I just wanted you to sit here talking to a chick with antlers so you can look like more of a freak than you already are.” You tease.

It gets you both laughing. These moments, in between all the nightmares and all of the filmy memories, fill you with a light you can’t quite describe.

“So, why’d you really call me to meet up?” He asks. “I have to assume you don’t just want to chitchat.”

“I think I’m in love with Matt.” You tell him. He raises an eyebrow.

“What? Why does that sound like you think it’s a problem?” He asks.

“I don’t know.” You confess. “It’s like I don’t want to love him, like a part of me still believes he’s the bad guy. I know he does.. Besides, I was so awful to him for so long. I pointed a gun at him and he still comforts me every night. What if I don’t deserve this?” You ask. “What if I don’t deserve him?”

Frank actually laughs—Okay, not like a giggle or a belly laugh, but it gets a good chuckle out of him.

“You and Red with that shit—Questioning if you’ve done enough for something good to happen to you. With the ‘Do I deserve this?’ and the ‘Am I worthy of this?” He shakes his head. “All that shit is irrelevant. Do you want it? Do you want to be with him?”

Tears fill your eyes as you realize what that means.

“You and him, you love each other like breathing, and I know you don’t quite get that yet, but it’s the same reason you didn’t shoot him that day. Something in you knows that you love him and deserve his love.” Frank is speaking from experience, because he knows that no matter what he’s done, he knows he deserves one more kiss from his wife.

But he’ll never get that chance.

He hopes Matt does.

• • •

It takes you a long time to make your way back to the apartment. When you get there, Matt immediately stands from his place on the couch and has this look of concern etched across his face.

“Is everything okay?” he asks gently, “Your heart is racing, I just want to make sure you’re safe and—"

“I’m fine.” You smile gently. “Really, I… Thank you for the flowers.” You tell him. His face softens.

“You like them?”

“I love them, Matt.” You confess. “I’ve spent.. So long trying to rationalize everything, sort out the real things from the things that aren’t..” You’re not too sure what you’re trying to say. “I just.. I want.. I want to try. I want to try and be with you, I’m ready for that. I’m ready to be happy with you..”

He hesitates. Not because he doesn’t want to, because he doesn’t want you, but he is worried that you’re only saying these things because you feel like you might owe him. You don’t. You don’t owe him anything other than what you want to give him, and he is desperate for you to know that.

“Sweetheart, You don’t.. I don’t need.. I don’t need you to pretend like you want me just because I’ve taken care of you. It’s more than enough to just—”

Matt is cut off by his first kiss from you in eight months. Your hands rest on the sides of his cheeks, and his arms are quickly around your torso. The kiss is passionate but soft at first—Until you push deeper, desperate to be as close as you can to him. Your hand even comes up to pull off his glasses to see his eyes.

Without thinking, you pull away from him only for your hand to come down to the hem of his shirt, going to pull it off.

“Off, off, off, off—” You softly request, and he just laughs, taking your hand in his, pressing a kiss to the back of it.

“Stop. Wait.” He says gently. “I just.. I want to make sure you actually want this.. That you really want me.”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“You’ve been reserved for the past two months, rightfully so, but now you want to sleep with me.. I don’t want you to do something you’ll regret. Or something you do just because you feel lonely or bad that I—” You cut him off with another kiss, breaking it shortly after.

“I want you. I want to rebuild my life with you. I want to create new, untainted memories.. It won’t be easy, but I want to be with you.” You confess. “I want countless summer nights, I want you to be there for all the nightmares, I.. I want to give you the same peace you’ve been trying to give me.”

You’re both crying and you don’t quite know why. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a gold band. He slips it onto your fingers and kisses you again. He holds the hand with your wedding ring on it as he leads you into the bedroom. Into your life together. Into your arms. Where you were meant to be.

The next morning, you lay in the quiet of your apartment, the silk sheets tickling your skin. You focus on Matt’s breathing. He traces patterns into your skin.

“What are you thinking about?” You ask, and he takes a moment to answer.

“You.” He says gently. “You’re all I’ve been thinking about for three years.” He says gently. Then, when you don’t say anything, “Our anniversary was two months ago..” You know he misses the life you could have had together.

The life that he had planned out for the pair of you in his head. The life that oh so quietly, he longs for. The one without nightmares, supplemented by the laughter of any potential children you might have.

“I could get used to thinking about you, too, you know.” And it makes him laugh, as you lean up and bite his shoulder gently, before placing a kiss to that same patch of skin. He swats your arm gently before the pair of you break down into giggles.

“In the future, if you ever.. don’t want to do that, you don’t have to.”

“I know.” You tell him.

A comfortable silence fills the air again.

“I’m so happy you came back to me.” He says gently. “I was.. I spent so long worried that.. that we’d spend years just trying to find our footing again. That you wouldn’t get better..” For the second time tonight, you cut off his overthinking with a kiss.

“I love you.” You tell him when you’re finally ready to pull away. The morning light shines into the apartment, giving Matt this glowing effect. He practically shimmers in the golden light, and you just take a moment to commit the look of him to memory.

You try and take your time, studying him. He’s so beautiful this time of day.

“Real or not real?” He asks you softly, as one hand snakes up to your hair, his fingers gently running through it.

You lean forward and place a soft kiss to his lips.

“Real.”

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[sturnsbella]

the right person

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matt sturniolo x fem!reader

summary: matt was right about the guy y/n was talking to being an asshole, but he helps her anyways.

warnings: underage drinking, panic attack and cheating (?)

y/n - pink

matt - blue

madi - red

nick - purple

chris - orange

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marylou is my mom’s best friend since college, because of their friendship, me and the triplets grew up together. they were like family, we always spent holidays together and we met every week. getting older, we just got closer. nick was always my best friend, chris was like a older, annoying, funny and carrying older brother, and matt… he was kinda different?

when we were like 13, i had a crush on him, and everyone knew it, i was really bad at hiding it. he probably didn’t like me back, since he was 15 and probably saw me as a younger sister or something like that. i hated that, he was so weird with me. he acted like we were just friends but when i started to talk to a boy he was super overprotective, almost like he was jealous. i never understood that.

i got over him years ago, but recently he has been kinda flirty with me. i always take it as a joke, but sometimes i don’t know if it really is..

anyways, it doesn’t matter ‘cause i’m talking to somebody else now.

-

madi, one of the friends we have in common, is throwing a party today, i have 10 minutes until matt, chris and nick come to pick me up. my hair is loose and i did two little braids in the front. i’m wearing a black open backless top, and a tight jeans skirt. my makeup is done, i just apply gloss to finish while admiring myself in the mirror. i take a couple of selfies before laying on my bed and posting it.

matt’s pov

i’m scrolling on instagram waiting for my brothers when i see y/n’s post. she looks really good. i like the picture and comment:

@matthew.sturniolo - “picking you up rn. good pics btw 📸”

it only takes her a few seconds to reply:

@y/n.y/l/n - “ok im waiting. tks 📸”

under my comment a see the comment of the guy she’s talking to:

@evan_williams - “🔥”

i roll my eyes. he’s an asshole and it pisses me off that y/n doesn’t see it. she deserves someone better than him, she is so sweet and kind and i’m not even sure he likes her.

y/n’s pov

i grab my purse while walking to the door when the triplets arrive at my house. i get in the car sitting next to nick.

“hii you’re looking so good y/n/n”

“thank youu” i say smiling.

chris looks at me and smiles

“you really are”

matt glances at me

“yeah you look hot”

i giggle a bit and blush

“shut up”

we listen to music and sing all the way to the party, not talking about anything. we get to the house and we all leave the car.

“y/n/n do you know if evan’s coming?”

“yeah he’ll come. but he won’t stay much tho, he’s grounded or something”

i say as we go to the door. and i notice matt guets quiet when we talk about evan.

“what?”

i say staring at him.

“nothing”

“what is it?”

“you know he’s an asshole, right?”

i roll my eyes at him, i know he doesn’t like evan but he never likes any guy i talk to, is annoying.

“i’ll go grab a drink, do you guys want anything?”

i go to the kitchen after they all said no. in the kitchen i find madi, we take a few shots and then we go dancing.

mini time skip

me, madi and a bunch of other people are dancing with the loud music playing. i still haven’t seen evan, so i text him.

“heyy, are u still coming?”

he took a few minutes to answer the text

“hey, no i won’t make it sorry”

“oh, okay” i text back. i show my phone to madi.

“it’s okay we don’t need him here, let’s drink”

we go to the kitchen once again, and while i’m making my drink i notice madi’s eyes going wide, i look to where she was looking.

“y/n don’t-“

she says trying to stop me from seeing evan hooking up with another girl on the corner of the room. i’m speechless. i mean, we didn’t have anything too serious but i wasn’t hooking up with any other guys, and he told me he liked me… i turn my head to madi again

“i can’t believe him”

“omg i’m so sorry y/n”

“it’s fine”

it’s not, he was so nice to me, i really liked him. and it all just reminded me from when i caught my ex boyfriend cheating on me with my (ex) best friend. my mind racing as my breath got heavier.

“i’ll be right back”

i go to the bathroom, close the door and lean myself on the sink. i stare at myself in the mirror with my eyes filled with tears. it gets hard to breathe when my tears run down my face. i hear someone knock on the door.

“y/n/n?”

matt opens the door, i look at him crying and trying to breathe. he closes the door behind him and rushes to come try to calm me down.

“y/n it’s okay. you are okay”

i shake my head

“you can get through this, okay?” he says breathing deeply trying to make me follow his breath.

“focus on my breathing”

he wipes my tears, i begin to slow down my breathing and calming down.

“matt” i try to speak

“shh, is okay.” he gives a slight smile trying not to look so nervous to help me. i hug him, trying to stop crying.

“i should’ve listened to you”

“don’t say that, you couldn’t know”

“why does everyone fucking replace me like that?”

“it’ll be okay, y/n/n, you got me”

we stay like that in silence for a while. he lets me go and holds my face, wiping my last tear.

“let’s get out of here before i fucking punch him”

i nod, smiling slightly. i’m kinda embarrassed matt saw me like this. i’m not even that sensitive but i think with the alcohol and all.. it was a just lot.

-

the drive back was silent. i was sitting on the passenger’s seat, chris didn’t even said anything about it, he understood something had happened.

i notice that matt isn’t driving back to my place.

matt’s pov

“matt where are we going?”

y/n asks me looking confused

“you’re sleeping over at our house today”

she smiles. i wouldn’t let her be alone right now, she’s too drunk, plus with what happened with evan i don’t want her to do anything stupid.

after 10 minutes in the car i notice y/n fell asleep. “she’s cute” i think to myself, hoping chris and nick didn’t notice me blushing over her. when we get to our house, nick and chris go inside letting me with y/n.

i carry her inside the house and to my bedroom, where i place here on my bed. i turn around to pick up a hoodie for her to sleep in, when i turn to her i see she woke up.

“hey” she smiles

“wear this, i’ll be sleeping on chris’s room if you need anything.” i say turning my back at her.

“matty” i look at her waiting for her to speak.

“can you stay here?”

i smile at her question and nod. i go to lay down next to y/n, facing her.

“you’re okay?”

“i will be. i just…” she pauses “i wish someone would really stay. what is wrong with me? why does everyone always leaves?”

“nothing’s wrong with you, y/n. you’re perfect. he was the problem.”

“he wasn’t even the first one to cheat on me”

“you’ll be alright, y/n/n. you’ll find the right person”

“you think so?”

“i’m sure.” i smile and nod. i wrap my arm around y/n’s waist as she lays her head on my chest. i caress her hair until she falls asleep.

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first fic ughhhh how do we feel?

i have ideas for part 2 but idkk..

i hope you guys like it, sorry for any mistakess

- xoxo bella

😚

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[little-miss-dilf-lover]

I would love to see a college!Matt Murdock where he works out at the campus gym. The f!reader has English class with him, they talk in passing about notes. Reader works part time at the gym. While putting towels away, reader accidentally walks in on Matt showering, but decides to watch him a bit, staying quiet. Ashamed, reader avoids him. The next night at the gym, reader watches him but he catches her and scolds her for spying, but teases for enjoying the view. They end up having sex in the shower.

hii!, okay joe goldberg I see you, JUST KIDDING😭 I love this. thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

i spy

college!Matt Murdock x fem!Reader

wc || 1.4k

warnings || 18+ only. explicit sexual content. minors dni

masterlist + rules

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You worked part-time at the campus gym as a cleaner; primarily in charge of cleaning the bathrooms and restocking towels. It was pretty boring work, but it paid considerably well.

More often than not, you’d see your classmate, Matt from your English class. Exchanging in friendly conversation before you both resume your own things.

Coming up to the end of your shift, finishing up by the lockers, you make your way over to the showers to restock the cabinets with clean towels. Turning up the music in your earphones, blissfully unaware of the occupied space. Noticing the steam from the other end of the shower room, you rip the earphones from your ears to check for running water.

Eyes darting around anxiously, you zone in on Matt’s familiar running shoes that were resting on the nearby bench. Hiding behind the lockers, peeking your head around to look at him from afar. Watching the way the water ran down his firm torso, trickling off him with every movement.

You knew what you were doing was wrong, but you just couldn’t seem to pull your eyes away. If truth be told, you’ve always had a thing for Matt, whenever you’d interact, it just made you swoon more and this didn’t help with your crush.

Watching the way chest and arms would flex as he washed, trailing your eyes down before immediately snapping away. You felt awful enough for spying on him in the showers, let alone looking at his privates too.

Throwing the towels in their spaces, you run out, darting in between people to make your way to the staff room. Slinging your bag over your shoulder, you clock out.

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Luckily for you, you didn’t have English class today, you already felt guilty enough for watching him last night and the last thing you wanted was to come face to face with him.

Clocking in for your shift, doing your usual rounds of cleaning and organising, until you spot Matt on the treadmill in the far corner. Discreetly turning away to avoid being noticed. Continuing the majority of your shift in the laundry room, preparing for your restocking rounds.

This time you walked into the shower rooms without your music, wanting to be fully aware, not prepared to repeat the events of last night. Neatly placing the towels in their spaces, you turn around and see Matt in the back corner, sitting on a bench with a towel around his bottom half.

“I’m so sorry.” You gush, slapping your hands over your eyes. “I thought it was empty, I’m really sorry.” Backing out, stumbling into a locker on the way out.

“That didn’t stop you last night.” He says with a wry grin.

“Uh- I, what? No.” You stammer, mentally incapable of thinking of actual words.

“I’m just teasing.” He lightly chuckles, standing up from the bench.

You turn your face away, showing him the respect of privacy, much unlike last night.

“I’m about to shower, you gonna watch again or?” He smirks. “If you’re gonna spy, don’t make it so obvious this time, yeah?” He jokes, stepping into the shower.

“I wasn’t-“ you lie. “I was just in here to put the towels away.”

“Oh, yeah?” He laughs, flicking the water on. “Yet… you’re still here.”

“Right, yes, I’m sorry. One minute, I just need to put these away.” Rushing over to the other cabinet to stock with towels.

“Im gonna need a towel.” He says, shaking his head under the flowing water.

“It’s here on the hook.” Closing your eyes.

“Pass it here? I got something in my eye.” Reaching his hand out the shower door.

Placing it in his hand, he grins at you. ‘Accidentally’ brushing his wet hands over your arm. “I don’t actually need it.” He softly laughs.

“Now your arm is wet… you might as well come in.” Sliding the door to offer.

“I’m working.” Turning around with flush cheeks.

“I didn’t ask if you were busy… I was offering if you wanted to join.”

Stuttering for words.

“I won’t tell your boss… you know you want to.” He teases, grinning wider as he taps on the glass.

Everything was telling you yes. Giving in to your thoughts, you walk over to the main door, locking it before returning to the showers. Stripping from your clothes, dropping them on the bench before you step in. Closing the door behind you, standing mere centimetres away from him.

He teasingly strokes his fingers down your arm, leaving behind a trail of prickly goosebumps. His other hand cups your jaw, gently holding it and slowly bringing your face towards his.

Whispering against your lips. “No need to be nervous.” Lingering a kiss to your lips. Trailing your hands up to his face, holding either side, as he holds yours. Lips meshing and working together.

His hands roam your body, gripping and sliding along your dampened skin, pushing you against the wall as the make-out grows heavy. Panting against your parted lips as he kneads into your breasts, working his fingers into the doughy tissue.

He begins trailing kisses along your jaw, tilting your head to gain him better access. Nibbling and sucking along the delicate flesh.

“Is this okay?” He respectfully asks, his fingers roaming over your pubic bone.

Nodding your head eagerly, you reply in an accidental whine. He grins against your neck, grazing his fingertip through your folds, slowly curling over your clit.

“Can I fuck you?” He asks pleadingly, littering your jaw with sloppy kisses.

“Yes.” You instantly blurt, wrapping your arms around his neck. His hands slide to your waist, gently gripping it as you do a little jump to help him lift you up.

Tucking your legs just over his hips, pulling him in closer. He rests your back against the tile, adjusting you in his arms so he could give himself a few strokes. “You sure this is okay?” He confirms, sweetly kissing along your collarbone.

“I’m sure.” You desperately reply, brushing back the wet strands of hair coating his forehead.

Shuffling you up against the slick surface, aligning his tip to you. Sliding through your lips to then gently push in. Sinking up into you and lowering you down, moulding around him perfectly as he filled you.

His head falls into the nape of your neck, softly panting against your skin as he slowly moves your hips over him. Sucking him back in with every half re-entry, completely engulfing him.

Trailing your fingers along the back of his neck, grazing them over his shoulders and digging your fingertips in. Gripping him for support as he slides you up the tiles, sloppily poking into you. He tilts your chin up to litter your damp neck in open-mouth kisses, his teeth grazing against your skin with every gentle bounce.

Slowly fucking up into you and hitting all the spots you need, the upper side of his cock perfectly massaging inside of you.

“Shush shush, you’re gonna get us caught.” He whispers, lingering a kiss against your lips.

If truth be told, you completely forgot about the possibility of being caught, everything he was doing to you made it so difficult to be quiet. As if he was so in tune with what you needed or wanted like he was so attentive to everything that could get you off.

Both desperately panting in the steamy confined space as he picks up pace, jutting up into you at just the speed you needed to send you over.

Tightening around him as your climax builds, growing impossibly higher until you finally let go. Shuddering and fluttering around him as he draws out your release, slowly working you through it.

He places a quick couple kisses under your ear before he eases himself from you, lowering you to the floor and supporting you upright as he firmly tugs himself. Rapidly stroking over his head as ropes of cum spill onto your lower stomach, softly whimpering as he does so.

“Sorry.” He panted, cupping his hands under the water. “Got carried away.” He jokes, washing your stomach.

“It’s okay.” You blissfully chuckle, reaching up to kiss him sweetly.

“You should’ve spied on me ages ago.” He grins, tilting his head back to catch the running water.

“Mhm.” Playfully smacking his arm. “For that, I’m gonna go.” You smirk.

“For that I’m gonna change gyms.” He retaliates, grinning wide.

“Shut up.” You laugh, straining your hair. “I do actually need to clock out.” You announce, pushing his hair out of the way.

“What time do you get off tomorrow?” He asks.

“Eleven.”

“I’ll need another towel tomorrow at that time.” Grinning as he slides the door open for you. “Maybe bring an extra one.”

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[g3z0]

Ice cold secret P15 FINAL

Summary: Sturniolo. Your rival once you take a step on the ice ring. You and Chris are both very good players of opposite teams and schools. But the college, you both look forward on getting a sport scholarship, only takes 1 person pro year. The only thing you want to focus on is hockey. But that isn’t as easy as it first seemed when you met Nick - the triplet brother of your rival

Warnings: cursing, fluff, HAPPY END GUYS

Last chapter. This took actually too long to finish fr 💀 but I’m very very pleased with this ending 😁

-g3z0

Nick‘s POV

I miss him.

I miss him so much.

I blink down at my camera as I feel tears filling my eyes. I close them and let out a shaky sigh.

Fuck.

I bite my lip and open my eyes again, going through all the dumb pictures I took of him.

Him driving, in his hockey uniform, eating ice cream in his car, flexing his muscles to impress me with that stupid grin on his face.

God, the smile I love.

His stupid stupid smile.

A few tears drop down on the display of my camera as i caught myself crying again.

I clench my jaw and throw the camera on my bed, leaning my elbows on my knees and burying my face into my hands.

I fucked up.

I fucked everything up.

With y/n - with Chris.

Fuck.

I hear my door being opened and I quickly compose myself, wiping my tears. I look up to meet Chris gaze.

I clear my throat and look away, grabbing my camera again „wassup.“ I mumble.

„Hey.“ he says, not moving away from the door way he’s standing in.

I swallow and turn my camera off before looking at him again. I raise my eyebrows, waiting for him to speak.

He licks his lips and paces his weight from foot to foot. „mom, uhm..“ he clears his throat „mom made pancakes. We left some for you.“ he breathes.

I blink at him for a moment before I nod a little „thanks..“ I whisper.

He nods and presses his lips together, looking around in my room but still not moving away from the door way.

He takes a deep breathe and looks at me again. „Matt told me you broke up with Woolfaar..?“ he mumbles, almost if he doesn’t want to ask me about it.

Fucking Matt.

I let out a breathe and look down at my camera, my thumb grazes the Canon logo on it. „yeah.“ I breathe.

„Oh.“ he says. Silence fills the room.

I feel my eyes starting to get wet again and I take a deep breathe.

Don’t cry. Don’t cry.

„im sorry.“ I break the silence, looking up at him with glazy eyes. His expression softens.

I shaky my head and let out a shaky sigh „im sorry about everything-" my voice breaks and I swallow, looking down again.

I hear his footsteps and feel my bed shifting as he sits down next to me. Chris’s arm comes around my shoulder.

I press my lips together as I let out a sob.

Chris pulls me softly against him, holding me close as I break down in tears.

He just sits there with me, letting me cry. He holds me and doesn’t say anything.

After a few minutes I calm down again, taking shaky breathes and wiping my tears. „Sorry-" I sniff, moving a little away from him.

„It’s aight..“ he whispers, patting my back.

I swallow and look at him „it’s just-" I take a deep breathe „too much..“ I whisper.

He nods a little, his hand rubbing my back in a comforting way.

„I fucked up, Chris..“ I breathe, looking at the ground. „I fucked up so bad.. with you and with y/n.“ I whisper.

He lets out a sigh and stares at me for a few seconds „why did you broke up?“ he asks.

I clench my jaw and don’t take my eyes away from the floor.

Why did I ended things?

„I know you don’t like him.“ I hesitate, not even sure myself if that’s the reason.

He snorts „yeah- right. You dumped him because of me.“

I look back up at him and frown a little. He rolls his eyes „you never cared about my opinion that much, Nick. I’m not the reason.“ he sighs, shaking his head.

„I-" I stop, pursing my lips and looking away from him.

„so? Why? Because of this fucking video? Or-"

„He told me he loved me.“ I cut him off, looking back at him.

He raises his eyebrows and blinks at me „and?" He asks.

I shrug. His eyes widen and he stares at me for a few seconds, trying to read my face.

„Are you fucking with me?“ he asks, letting go off me and sitting up straight.

„no?“ I question, looking at him with an confused expression.

He shakes his head „he told you he loved you.“ he says. I give him a nod. „And then you ended things?“ he continues.

I blink at him „if you say it that way it sounds bad.“ I sigh, looking back on the ground.

„Because it is bad!“ he laughs. „Do you not like him or why did you broke that poor guys heart that way?“

I roll my eyes „it’s not like that- I just-" I let out a breathe and shake my head a little „I don’t know.“ I whisper, almost so quietly that Chris can’t hear it.

Chris runs his hand over his face „I’m scared.“ I admit. I lick my lips and compose myself „how other people will react.. and mostly of getting attached and then hurt..“

He lets out an sigh „that’s a dumb reason to break up with someone.“ he mumbles.

I nod a little, biting my lip. „I know.“ I sigh.

I turn my head and my eyes meet his „and I feel bad..“ I say.

„If you didn’t beat Daniel up because of me you probably would‘ve gotten the scholarship..“ I mumble.

The corner of his lips turn into a smile and he lays a hand on my shoulder „Daniel deserved it. I wanted to punch that motherfucker for so long, you have no idea.“ he chuckles.

I roll my eyes and look at my lap, laughing a little.

„And-" he smiles at me „the thing with the scholarship.. I got it.“

I look up at him, confusion all written over my face. „What?“ I ask, staring at him with wide eyes.

He lets out a laugh and nods „I got it.“ he repeats.

My lips turn into a smile and I punch his shoulder lightly „are you fucking with me?“ I laugh.

He shakes his head, grinning from ear to ear. „Oh my god.“ I breathe, pulling him into a hug. „Oh my god!“ I laugh, squeezing him against me.

„Fuck- Nick.“ he chokes under a laugh. „My lungs-" he mumbles under his breathe.

I chuckle softly and let go off him, shaking my head. „But- what? How?“ I breathe, still confused about this whole thing.

He smiles at me „Woolfaar. I don’t fucking know why or how but he said no to the scholarship. Coach told me Woolfaar talked to his coach and tried to convince him to talk to mine.“ he explains.

Chris shakes his head a little „hell, he even talked to the coach of Boston university.“ he breathes „I don’t know why-" he sighs.

My heart clenches a little.

„You said I don’t like him.“ Chris says. „I do.“ he shakes his head „was just.. jealous.“ he shrugs.

He tilts his head a little and a smile crosses his lips again „and to be honest- it hurt my ego that the guy who’s better than me in hockey fucked my big bro. Felt like he just tried to stomp on me.“

I scrunch my nose up and turn my head to the side „Chris.“ I cringe.

He lets out a laugh. „It’s true.“ he shrugs.

„You should talk to him.“ he says softly, patting my shoulder.

I nod a little and let out a breathe „I should..“

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Y/n‘s POV

I hit the puck with my stick, causing it to slide into the goal.

I take a breathe, the cold air from the ice rink fills my lungs just like it did years ago.

Even if I’m not getting the scholarship, hockey still helps me to relax. It’s still fun - just not that fun that I want it to take over my whole life.

I pull my phone out of my pocket and take a quick glance on it.

6:47 pm.

Ethan is gonna be here at 7.

I put it back into my pocket and continue to play around with the puck a little.

I hear the door of the ice rink being pushed open and hit the puck again. „Thought you would never come.“ I chuckle, looking at the door. My smile fades.

„Hey.“ Nick breathes, his cheeks slightly pink from the cold air outside.

My heart starts to beat faster and I feel my ears heaten up. „Hi..“ I whisper, staring at him with wide eyes.

Nick slowly steps on the ice, grabbing onto the barrier to prevent him from falling.

He bites his lip and pulls a folded letter out of his jacket. He unfolds it and clears his throat as he looks down at it.

„I wrote you something-" he shakes his head a little „Matt helped me-“ he corrects himself, looking back up at me.

I just stare at him.

„cause I’m not that good with words-" he stops when he doesn’t see any reaction from me „yeah..“ he whispers, looking back at the letter.

He takes a deep breathes and his grip on the letter thightens a little „y/n, I-i was in the wrong for-“ he swallows „for everything I have-" he lets out a sigh.

„Fuck this.“ he shakes his head and crumples the letter in his hands together. „Im fucking sorry.“ he says.

„I shouldn’t have left you right after I told you the thing with your dad, I know that - that was fucked up.“ he breathes.

„I don’t expect that you forgive me I just want you to understand me.“ he looks down „I was scared, y/n, so fucking scared.“ he shakes his head.

He looks up and licks his lips, tilting his head to the side. He closes his eyes for a moment and takes a deep breathe „I was scared-" he pauses for a moment. „I am scared - of other people’s reactions.“

He opens his eyes again and blinks at me „and I’m scared that I can’t give you what you deserve. I’m scared I‘ll ruin you, I’m scared that you love me-" his voice breaks a little.

„And call me a fucking pussy but I’m telling the truth.“ he throws his arms up a little „because I fucking love you y/n. So much that it makes me physically ill. I love your stupid eyes and your stupid smile when I make you laugh-"

He lets out a shaky breathe „I love those fucking stupid things about you, like when you concentrate you put your tounge a little out-"

I shake my head a little and skate towards him, throwing my stick on the ice and pulling my gloves off my hands, following on the ice right after my stick.

He starts to tear up „and I’m fucking sorry for being so dumb-"

I cut him off as I lay my hands on his cheek and lean down, pressing my lips against his.

My lips.

On his.

Again.

He freezes against my lips at first, surprised at my sudden movement. Then he slowly melts into the kiss, laying his hands on my waist.

I feel the butterflies in my stomach again and slowly pull our lips apart. I stroke my thumbs under his eyes, stroking away his warm tears on his cold cheeks.

I lean my forehead against his „I love you..“ I whisper. He smiles weakly as more tears roll down his cheeks and he closes his eyes. „I love you.“ he breathes.

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A few months later

„Chris! Help us with the fucking boxes!“ Nick yells at his brother from my car, across the street.

I chuckle softly and give him a peek on his cheek „don’t yell at him like that, poor Chrissy.“ I mumble, laying my hand on his waist and squeezing it slightly, before walking back to his house.

Ethan walks past me, a box in his hands as he carries it to my car. I smile when I pull his cap off his head, revealing his wet hair from all the sweating.

„you fucker.“ he mumbles under his breathe, not being able to do something about it while he carries the box. I let out a laugh as I walk into the house, putting the cap on my head.

„Hey, hey- where’s Nick?“ Matt yells after me as I walk up the stairs. I turn around to him and point my hand towards their front door „car!“ I answer before I walk into nicks room.

I let out a sigh of relief as I pick up the last box of Nick’s room.

We already picked everything at my house up and said bye to my mom and grandpa.

I don’t feel bad for leaving - I know grandpa is there and is taking care of mom.

Chris walks into nicks room, resting his hands on the door frame and leaning forward. He looks around „is that the last?“ he asks, looking at me.

I give him a nod and give him a small smile.

He returns the smile and taps with his fingers a little on the door frame before pushing himself off „hey, uh- just wanted to say thank you before y’all leave.“ he mumbles.

I blink at him and let out a little laugh „thank me?“ I ask. He smiles and looks down „yeah-" he breathes „you know.“ he looks back up at me and shrugs.

„With the scholarship thing- I still can’t believe it.“ he chuckles, shaking his head.

„I like dreamed of it since I’m six? And now it’s really happening after summer break and wow-" he lets out a breathe „it’s crazy.“

My smile widens and I tilt my head a little „it’s good. Really. You let me date your brother so we‘re even.“ I chuckle, walking out of nicks room.

Chris laughs a little and follows after me „I had to get used to it.“

We walk back to my car and I put the last box into my car trunk before closing it.

„Take good care of him.“ Matt smiles before pulling me into a short hug. „I will.“ I smile back, letting go off him.

Matt wraps his arms around nicks and lays his head on his shoulder. Chris gives me a nod before he daps me up „yeah- take good care of him.“ he mumbles.

I roll my eyes and let out a chuckle before I pull Chris into a hug. He freezes a little against my touch before he pats my back. „Okay.“ he laughs a little.

After I said bye to Chris I turn to Ethan. I smile softly and ruffle my hand through his hair „you won’t miss me too much?“ I ask.

Ethan rolls his eyes and slaps my hand away „nah, not at all.“ he smiles. „sureee.“ I laugh, pulling his cap off my head.

„No-" he sighs „keep it. Really, it’s fine.“ he breathes.

My smile widens „really?“ I ask. He gives me a nod and after that clarification I put the cap back on my head.

„Looks better on you.“ he shrugs, biting his lip and looking away from me.

I let out a small snort „Ethan, are you crying?“ I laugh. „What?“ he scoffs, shaking his head and wiping his tears „no?“

I let out a chuckle before I wrap my arms around him, pulling him into a hug. „I’ll miss you.“ I mumble.

His arms come around me and he grabs a little onto my T-Shirt. „I‘ll miss you too..“ he sighs.

I let go from him after a moment and smile down at him „you‘ll survive.“ I chuckle.

„Probably.“ he laughs as he slaps on the peak of my cap, causing me to scrunch my nose up.

„lil fucker.“ I laugh, pushing him a little.

Nick and Ethan give each other their good byes and we get into my car.

„Ready?“ nick asks me.

I turn my head to look at him and give him a smile „on sec.“ I mumble before pulling my car window down.

„Ethan!“ I yell at him as he, Chris and Matt walk back towards Chris and Matt’s house.

Ethan turns around and looks at me with a frown. „You remember that one time we went to the beach at 14 and you dried yourself off with the towel that was full of sunscreen and it was all sticky?“

He shrugs „yeah? What about it?“ he yells back.

I grin at him as I start my car „that wasn’t sunscreen! That towel was my cum towel!“ I yell at him before I start to put the car in driving.

„You motherfucker!“ Ethan yells after us as I drive away.

I pull the window back up and laugh, pressing my hand against my mouth.

„You‘re so unserious.“ Nick chuckles, grabbing my hand and interlocking it in his.

I let out a small chuckle. „Was it actually cum?“ he asks, tilting his head.

I look at him for a second before I look back to the road. „Nope. I just like to fuck around with him.“ I chuckle.

„Evil.“ Nick laughs, getting comfortable in his seat.

„He‘ll miss it.“ I smile, bringing my hand nicks hand up to my face before pressing my lips against the back of his hand.

He smiles at me before doing the same to mine „I love you.“ he whispers.

„I love you.“ I answer with a smile.

#sturniolo triplets #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo x reader #sturniolo triplets x reader #nick sturniolo x you #nick x reader

[thecynthh]

smart ass - M.S pt 2

synopsis - matt’s not doing to well with his schooling but is determined to get his degree and pass his classes. one essay which is a huge part of their grade haunts him with a bad mark, luckily y/n is willing to him him

notes - college setting, matt gets more attention ! not proofread!

authors notes - sooo i hope yalls like this, its shorter than i would like it to be but nonetheless its out! hope you guys like this one and i promise ill be updating again soon. also taglist soon! ill be asking who wants to be on it very soon and making an official intro and masterlist soon. thank you to everyone who enjoyed the first part of smart ass!

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6:14 pm

friday night rolled around faster than i thought it would, i strip off my diner uniform laying down in my bed in just my undergarments. i lay out a large sigh letting myself melt into my bed. 

my phone buzzed beside me with a notification posted on my lock screen. 

Matt S 🐼 

8120 palace road 7 pm, see u soon :) 6:18 pm

i drop my phone back down, ill just close my eyes for a second, cus that shift really took it out of me. my eyes fell and a light sleep rushed over me. 

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10:17

buzz. buzz. buzz.

buzz. buzz. buzz. 

i swiftly sit up and hear the repetitive ring of my cell phone. i see many notifications from my multiple social media apps and from matt. oh shit. MATT! I completely forgot about him!  

Matt S 🐼

hey are u still coming over? 7:32pm

i know we agreed on 7 but if you need time just tell me 7:55

just get over here when u’re able too, please get here safe 8:57pm

oh shit oh shit oh shit. i quickly slip on some sweats and a baggy crew neck and grabs my school bag, im glad i thought about packing it before work today. i swipe up my laptop from my small desk and dash out the door. my car unlocks as i drop everything that was in my arms onto the seat next to me and step on the pedal getting there as fast as i possibly could. 

i see the outside of the larger house neighborhood and finally get to the house I was told to come too, pulling into the driveway. I see a silhouette of a man in one of the windows. 

i grab all of my belongings scrambling to the door, clicking the doorbell. I hear a melodic tune ring throughout the house. footsteps grace the front door as the door swings open. matt's eyes widen as they scan my body. 

He pushes the storm door open and says “oh you came.”

“im SO sorry matt, i came home after my shift and i ended up falling asleep on my bed because there was this mishap at the diner and i got blamed for it and i swear to god my boss is such an idiot and im so fed up with his bullshit.” i take a deep breath in “and then i know we agreed  again i fell asleep like a goddamn idiot.”

he just stared at me like i was the idiot, “im sorry is what i meant to say.” i continued 

he chuckles a little before stepping back slightly giving me space to enter, “hey its alright just come on in. follow me.” he says using his hand signaling to come along. 

we make it to a fairly large bedroom, i see a gaming setup squished onto a desk that was clearly not meant for housing gaming paraphernalia. “you can throw whatever we need onto the bed, we can just study there. and get comfortable. I know it's late but i'm still okay to stay up and we can even order coffee and some food as well if we get hungry. there’s not much in the fridge but chris’ soda if i’m being honest.”

“i’m alright for right now so let’s just get started on studying” i say to him.  

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1:29

“did you get that?” i ask matt after reviewing what we just went through. 

“yuuuup” he says with a smile, i noticed that his eyes squint when he smiles or laughs, its cute. i don't really think he got half of what i was saying but i think i got my point across.

“ i think it’s a good time to take a break, and plus we’ve been at this for 2 hours already.” i lay my head down against his plethora of pillows and just take a deep breath in. he copies me and comes falling down onto his bed.

i feel his weight shift as he reaches over for a remote to turn on the tv in front of us booting up netflix. moving down to his recently watched “brooklyn 99” begins to play as i hear the familiar voice of andy samberg talking. the theme song plays as i look over the boy beside me. 

“you like brooklyn 99?” i ask him with a furrowed brow pasted across my face. 

“god i love this show, every single episode.” he tells me looking back at me, his eyes stray from my eyes to my lips to my body. i didnt mind it to be honest, i kinda liked it if anything. 

I directed my sight back to the show. We sat in a comfortable silence but i couldn’t stay focused for long as my eyes wandered over to his sweats, then his hand near them. being fair he actually was pretty fine, i heard rumors before that he slept around a bit a year ago but it was old news quickly. 

as we near our third episode my eyes feel heavy and all my cares slipped away again as i drift off to sleep in his bed. 

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2:49

ugh, i wake up feeling incredibly hot. i rip off my sweater and dip underneath the covers, wow my sheets feel really nice, very fluffy…. 

#sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #matthew sturniolo #matthew bernard sturniolo #sturniolo smut #sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo x reader #Spotify

[hermionesmoon]

things about my vampire diaries dr:

i scripted my love Hermione in, i made this whole big backstory for her and us but to keep it short she was a siphoner witch who got turned into a vampire in 1994 so she became a heretic and in september of 2024 (it’s mordern day in my dr, sorry) she moves to virginia from london to attend whitmore and that’s when we meet

the timeline is kinda complicated im shifting for some of the plot but some things didn’t/won’t happen like the plots of season 6 and 7 won’t happen but i’m shifting to season 3 a little bit after klaus turned tyler into a hybrid but it went down differently in my dr but it’s hard to explain cause i don’t even really know how it went down i’m just winging it but klaus is not as ruthless so after that he kinda just leaves us alone my reasoning for this is because it’s gonna be the beginning of the summer in my dr and i want to have a chill summer without ppl trying to kill me and my friends but after we start college back THAT’S when the show plot is gonna start happening again (oh and tyler didn’t get sired to klaus)

i met caroline and elena in kindergarten but i knew bonnie all my life because her grams and my grandma were best friends and our moms became best friends

i’m a witch and i do plan on becoming a vampire at some point probably about a year or so after i shift there and i’ll become a heretic cause i NEED to be both.

my blood can cure werewolf bites

i may or may not have scripted im the most powerful being in existence and that will ever exist and same thing with the witch bloodline i come from…

my moms a witch

elena’s not gonna turn into a vampire, well at least not until a few years or if something different happens main reason being rebekah was the one to run her off the road and kill her in the show but rebekah gets along with us in my dr so that won’t happen

this is so random but stefan and damon have a big ass pool in their backyard.

bonnie’s grams and lexi are alive

elena and stefan will stay together, ya know unless they have some problem of there own(my 13 year old self would be screaming and crying rn, that was my man fr) but delena isn’t gonna happen (not for any particular reason but i do think bonnie and damon would be cute so who knows)

klaus didn’t make stefan turn his humanity off

my friends:

elena

bonnie

caroline

stefan

matt

tyler

damon

rebekah

i’m shifting to so many places i wanna talk about my stranger things dr next

#reality shifting #shifting community #reality shifter #shifting #shifting antis dni #desired reality #shiftblr #the vampire diaries dr #the vampire diaries #shifting to tvd #i’m really excited for this dr #8th grade self is doing backflips rn #permashifting

[imagines4thefandoms]

Killing for Love

Mystic Falls, Virginia, is a small town. Home to 5 thousand mystical creatures such as vampires, witches, werewolves, and 2 humans: me and Matt Donovan. One of said vampires happens to be my loving boyfriend. Sure, he has killed people, but I love him and he is sometimes very cute.

That was what came from the 2 hours of effort you put into your history paper. The assignment was to write about the history of your hometown. Easy. Finding the actual motivation to thread out the vampire history and the human history. Hard. You were sitting in the common room of your dorm room at Whitmore College trying to fight the urge to bang your head into your computer. Either to end it all or to knock some ideas out of your head. 

“How’s the paper coming, love,” you heard your boyfriend ask as he sat down next to you and placed a nice hot cup of tea in front of you. 

“It's going,” you mumbled after resting your head on his shoulders. 

Enzo looked over at your computer and let out a small chuckle. “I'm sometimes cute,” he asked bending his neck so he can see part of your face. 

“Yes, like right now, the mocking-not cute,” you scorned him as you turned your head to bite his shoulder. 

“ow, darling. Put the teeth away. I'm sorry for the mocking but I don’t think this paper will get you the A you want,” he said rubbing circles on your back. “I might get you a nice little vacation with a very snug jacket and slightly bouncy padded walls.” 

You tried to turn and bite him again but he put his palm on your forehead and held you at arm's length as you snapped your teeth like a piranha. Once you stopped trying to bite him he pulled you into a hug and brought his mouth to your ear. “Darling, we both know I’m the biter in this relationship,” he teased as he gently nipped your ear. “Now how about we get your mind off the terrible paper.”

You were going to bite him again but he held his finger up as a warning. “I'm telling you, love. You bite me again I bite you.” He looked over your body before meeting your eyes again, “and Im starving”

You didn’t know if he meant literally like he wanted to BITE you or if he was hungry in a sexual sense. And honestly either way you trusted Enzo completely. If he really needed to, you would let him drain you of a pint or two but he always refused. He first said he didn’t want to hurt you, then your skin was too perfect to puncture then he joked about how one doesn’t eat where he fucks. 

Before you could argue that the paper was due at the end of the week, he closed your computer and put it in your bag. “Enzo I can’t,” you started to say before he stood up and picked you up to toss you over his shoulder. “Don’t forget my bag,” you sighed accepting your fate and falling limp as he carried you through the dorm building to your room. 

When he got to your room you pulled your dorm room key off your wrist and held it out for him to take. Your roommate was a little startled by the sight of your boyfriend carrying you like a sack of potatoes but went back to her work when Enzo informed her of his plans to help her relax. “Carry on, will she be back for dinner,” she asked without looking up from her textbooks. 

“Nope, you will see her in the morning,” he replied slapping your ass and walking back out of the room after placing your bag on your bed. 

“I can walk you know,” you told him as you playfully slapped his ass. 

“I thought you enjoyed the view, I know I am,” he said placing a kiss on your hip. 

“I'll stab you,” you threaten. 

“You’re as violent as a bunny. I recall you crying about a spider and asking me to kill it but then crying when I tried to kill it.”

“Its family was waiting for it. He just got lost and scared me.”

He let out a chuckle at how sweet and innocent and pure you were. Enzo never went a day without thanking the gods about you coming into his life even though he knew he will never deserve someone as good as you. 

As he was carrying you to his car, you happened to pass Alaric. He stopped in his tracks and just gave you a small smile. “How’s that research coming,” he asked you when you raised your head to look at your occult professor. 

“It's coming, she requires a bit more in-depth research,” Enzo said with a slightly deeper voice trying to get the double innuendo across. 

Understanding what he was meaning, Alaric shook his head and continued to wherever he was heading. You once again slapped your boyfriend over the awkward interaction. Not only was Alaric your professor he was a good friend and while it shouldn’t have been awkward to say such things in front of a friend, it was seeing how said friend was also your history teacher in high school. 

“I hate you.”

“You are a terrible liar, love.”

When you finally reached his car Enzo opened the door and buckled you into the passenger seat before getting behind the wheel. He took his phone out of his pocket and put on your favorite playlist before he started the car. He was driving away from both the campus and Mystic Falls so your curiosity was peaked. 

“Where exactly are we going,” you asked grabbing his hand from the wheel and holding it. 

“It's a surprise,” he said quickly looking at you and smiling at your look of annoyance. 

After 2 years of dating, he knew you hated surprises because in Mystic Falls they ended with someone dying, but he loved seeing the look of pure joy on your face whenever he surprised you with things. Your brain was finally relaxing from your intense study session. You were softly singing and you were absent-mindedly writing “Mrs. St John” over and over on Enzo’s hand which was resting on your thigh. The action brought a smile to his face cause he had that name running through his mind over and over again too. He adored you and if he knew you were ready he would ask you to marry him right now.

Suddenly a car rear-ended you guys. It was a small fender bender so no one was hurt but this look of anger came across Enzo’s face. He didn’t care about his car hell if it was just him in the vehicle he would wave the guy off and call it a day. But you were sitting in his passenger seat rubbing your neck cause the seat belt dug into it. 

“Are you okay,” he asked grinding his teeth and trying to control his vampire face. 

“Babe I’m fine,” you promised but he wasn’t looking at you his eyes zoned in on the motion of your hand rubbing your neck trying to soothe the sting. “Please take a breath Enzo, I’m fine. The redness will go away. Listen to my heart.”

You could hear the other driver getting out of his vehicle and could hear him say he was sorry. Grabbing his hand, you placed it over your heart and held his face so he was looking into your eyes. “Don’t kill him. It was an accident. I’m ok.”

There was a knock on the window. You held him til you saw the anger fade away. He placed a small kiss on the redness on your neck then turned to the other driver. 

“Man I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention. I was on the phone with my wife and she was rambling on about what we needed from the store. Shit are you guys okay,” he asked as soon as Enzo stepped out of the car. 

“We are fine mate, be more careful next time,” Enzo said trying to compel him. 

In his mind all his plans to help you relax flew out the window. Now all he wanted to do is to triple-check you were okay and just hold you. 

“Yeah, I’ll be more careful next time. I’ve already called the police,” the guy said walking back to his car to check the damage. 

Enzo walked to the back of his vehicle. There was a small dent nothing major. He looked up and saw that you were staring at him. He knew you were keeping an eye on him so he wouldn’t kill the other guy. Enzo gave her a small smile and mimed an ‘x’ over his heart and held his right hand up. He heard her laugh and she turned forward trusting him. 

He was going to tell the other driver he could just leave and the police were not needed when something sharp pricked his neck. The other driver injected him with vervain. Enzo quickly passed out and collapsed onto the truck on the car than on the ground. You quickly turned toward the sound and saw only the other driver holding a syringe in his hand. 

“What are you doing,” you called out as you got out of the vehicle. 

Before you could get closer to your boyfriend a cloth covered the lower half of your face and a strong-smelling chemical filled your lungs before you passed out. 

You woke up to the sound of Enzo calling out your name. He was on his knees and had chains around his neck and both wrist. The chains were connecting him to the brick wall behind him. Instinctively, you tried to get up but there were ropes trying you to a wooden chair. 

“Are you hurt,” Enzo asked baring his fangs at the thought of these men touching you let alone hurting you. 

“My head hurts,” you said goggly. You tried to move your arms again but whoever tied those knots was a very good boy scout when they were younger. 

“I know I promise, love, but I'm going to rip out all of their throats for hurting you,” he said trying to rip the chains off the wall but failing. The vervain was still in his system. 

Before you could reply two men walked into the room. One was the guy from the accident but you couldn’t see the other one. The guy from the accident was throwing water on Enzo but based on the fact that he was groaning in pain it was more likely vervain. 

“Stop leaving him alone,” you cried once again trying to get out of your restraints. 

“Calm down sweety, once he is gone you will be safe,” the other guy said. 

You stilled when you hear that voice. The voice you have known all your life. The voice that read you bedtime stories and told you it would be ok whenever you cried. You turned your head and saw your father standing behind you. 

“Daddy,” you asked as tears fell from your eyes. 

“I'm so sorry sweety. If I have know you were with him I would have waited til he was alone. But now you can see what Enzo is,” he said kneeling in front of you and untying your wrist. 

“Please don’t do this dad,” you cried as you rubbed your wrist. 

“Enzo is a vampire. He has killed people. He will kill you,” your father announced as he helped you up out of the chair. 

You looked past Enzo who didn’t retort to what your father just said. He didn’t need to. You knew his mind, body, and soul. He knew he didn’t need to give your father the satisfaction of his reply. But he did see the hurt in your eyes. You knew this was going to end one way. With someone dying. 

“Leave, love. I’ll keep my promise,” Enzo said when your tears started falling harder. 

You took a step towards Enzo but your father’s hand gripped your upper arm. Enzo thrashed at the sight. It wasn’t a tight grip but it was the fact that he was trying to stop her from going to him that angered him. 

“Don’t,” your father warned you. 

You pulled your arm from his grasp and fell on your knees before Enzo. He rested his head against yours and kept whispering “I’m sorry”.

“He would never hurt me, dad. He’s a good man,” you said looking back at him. 

A look of confusion appeared on your father's face over the fact you were not shocked or scared about his news of what Enzo was. He collapsed in the chair and just stared at the two of you. 

“my own daughter. Friends with vampires,” he said in disbelief. 

“Just let him go. He won’t retaliate,” you tried to reason with your father. He was a good man. He never hurt anyone. 

“They are liars. You can’t be sure of that.”

“He will cause he loves me. And I love him. And if you hurt him I won’t forgive you.”

Your father got up and you thought he was going to let Enzo go but he instructed the “accident” guy to take you to the back room. 

“Don’t you fucking hurt her,” Enzo yelled as you were being dragged out of the room. 

“Im ok. I’ll get Damon,” you whispered knowing Enzo could hear you. 

You were brought to a small room with a dining room table and 3 chairs. There was an old tv on the counter by a sink and a metal framing of a bed in the corner. It looked like any movie bad guy’s safe house. 

“Why are you with the bloodsuckers,” the guy asked you. 

“The biting is very useful in bed,” you replied hoping to get him to leave but all you got and a look of disgust and disappointment. 

“You’re a disappointment to your father. Sleeping with a vampire.”

“What do you expect? I read twilight growing up. And I wasn’t team Jacob.”

There was no reaction to your comment but when Enzo’s screams filled the air the guy had a look of enjoyment like his favorite song just came on. You tried to run to him but the guy forcefully pushed you back in your seat. 

“It's ok. You are going to be ok. I’ll help you,” you said staring down your new capture. 

“I don’t need your help,” the guy replied thinking you were talking to him. 

Enzo’s screams filled the air again but then they quickly stopped. Dread filled your bones. Then your father walked in. 

“Keep her here, til I get back,” he said not even looking at you. 

“Daddy stop hurting him,” you warned him making a fist like you were about to punch your father. 

“You see I’m doing the right thing when the compulsion is gone.”

“Im not under Enzo’s compulsion. He has never forced me to do anything I haven’t wanted to. I love him will all my heart and If you kill him you will lose me forever,” you yelled trying to get out of the room. 

“Sit down,” your father yelled slightly scaring you. “When I get back you are grounded.”

“I'm a grown woman, you can’t ground me.”

“Watch me.”

Your father left and the guy watching you had a Hugh smile on his face. He was watching some game on the little tv but you tried to tune it out. You didn’t hear a car so where ever your father was taking Enzo it wasn’t far. You thought you could knock out this guy then your father and you and Enzo can just run away. Leave Virginia, leave America. 

Your capture was enamored with the game that he didn’t notice you grab the broken piece of wood off the floor. After a while, he did notice that you were too quiet. As soon as he turned to look at you, you smacked him upside the head with the piece of wood. You ran out of the room and into the woods before he fell to the ground. 

You kept whispering Enzo’s name hoping he would somehow tell you where he was. You just kept running and running til you hear the guy you just assaulted yell your name. You had made it a good couple of yards til he tackled you to the ground and pinned you. 

“You little bitch, just cause your daddy is my boss doesn’t mean I’m going to let that slide,” he said picking up your shoulders and slamming you to the ground. 

He was about to do it again when someone tackled him off you. The guy let out a scream and you heard the sound of his throat being ripped out. Dots filled your vision but then you saw Enzo. He fed you his blood so you could heal. And he helped you off the ground. 

“Are you okay,” you both asked at the same time. 

“I'm not the human, love,” he smiled as he brushed your hair behind your ear. 

You wanted to melt into his touch but remember what was going on. Your capture was lying not 3 feet away from you and a lot of blood covered his neck.

“Is he….,” you asked not being able to tear your eyes away. 

“No, he should be but no,” he replied grabbing your face and kissing you. 

Enzo let out a groan of pain and he fell to his knees. Behind him stood your father with a gun. You yelled out and tried to help him up but before you could your father pushed you away from him. 

“Damn it, you are going to let my daughter go,” your father yelled pointing his gun at Enzo. 

“Stop it. He can’t compel me. I wear vervain,” you yelled. “I've worn vervain every day since freshman year in high school.”

Your father stopped and turned to you. You were lying on the ground and he towered over you with this murderous gaze. “Enzo can’t compel me. No one can. I love him. I will always love him. Please don’t do this.”

“My own daughter,” he spat in disgust. “A vampire killed my father and you over there spreading your legs for one like a whore.”

“Daddy,” you cried at his words. You weren’t super close to your father but he never raised his voice to you and certainly never said such nasty things to you. 

He ignored your plea and turned back to Enzo who was still weak from the vervain and the wooden bullets in him. Also based on the look of his shirt he was been bled as well. There was nothing you could do to save him. All he wanted to do was hold you in his arms once last time. Enzo know he was going to die. It wasn’t on his list of things to do today but he would rather die than you hate him for killing your father right in front of you. 

“I love you. You are going to be okay,” he said closing his eyes and waiting for the inevitable. 

You felt around the ground for anything that you could use to stop your father. A rock, a stick. Hell a flower to shove in his face to disorient him. You had just about given up hope when your hand came across something sharp. Your attacker dropped his knife when Enzo pulled him off you. 

“Dad, please put the gun down. I won’t ask again,” you warned with a little trimmer in your voice as you held the knife out. “I will hurt you if I have to.”

Enzo opened his eyes to see his sweet innocent girlfriend holding a knife to her father. There was a look in your eyes that told him that you would stab him. Enzo used the last of his strength to knock your father off his balance before he completely collapsed to the ground. You ran over to him and tried to wake him but Enzo had passed out. With little to no blood in his system, he might die before your father could shoot him. So you did the one thing Enzo swore he would never do. You gave him your blood. You took the knife and cut a small line on your wrist and held it against his mouth til he started to open his eyes. 

“No, love,” Enzo said after 3 seconds. He knew he needed more blood but he didn’t trust himself to stop, even though he did have a ton of self-control.

“Enzo, you need more please,” you cried trying to bring your wrist back to his mouth. 

“No, I have blood bags. Just give me a minute, love. I still have a surprise for you,” Enzo said placing a small kiss over the cut as if he was trying to kiss it away. 

“You are not going anywhere,” your father said standing up. He stood over you and Enzo. The gun was pointed directed at his heart. It was one second but that’s all it took. 

Your hand gripped the knife tighter and you lunged toward your father. The next thing you knew you were kneeling next to him as he was bleeding out. 

“Oh god daddy, I’m sorry. You wouldn’t leave him alone,” you cried trying to press down on his abdomen to stop the bleeding. “Enzo please I need your blood.” 

Enzo slowly but surely made his way over to you. He didn’t have much blood in his system but he would happily give every drop so you wouldn’t have to live with the guilt of having blood on your hands.

“No. I won’t become one of them,” your father said pushing Enzo’s arm away. 

“No daddy, it’s just a little. It will be out of your system by the end of the day,” you tried to convince him but he was adamant about no vampire blood to heal him. 

“I didn’t mean to daddy. I'm sorry. Please don’t leave me,” you said pressing harder but the blood just kept flowing. “I'll call 911.” 

You tried to grab your phone out of your back pocket but it wasn’t there. The other guy must have taken it while you were passed out. “It's not here. I’ll run back to the cabin.”

“Darling, I’m so sorry,” Enzo said trying to stand up. 

You turned to him then your father who wasn’t moving. “No,” you screamed collapsing to the ground. Enzo tried to put his arms around you to comfort you but you jerked from his touch and curled up into a ball in the middle of the forest. 

Enzo gathered all the strength he had to search your father's body and the other guy who was passed out and he found a phone. He hid it from you not wanting you to see that thinking you might reel further into this breakdown seeing it. He called Damon and told him what had happened and asked for his help to take care of the body. 

He sat against a tree close to you but far enough to give you the space you needed and waited for Damon. You didn’t come back to reality til you heard Damon, Stefan, and Caroline’s voices. Caroling helped you off the ground and helped clean your father’s blood off your hands. Damon tossed Enzo a few blood bags and commented on how there are two perfectly good blood bags here which earned him a slap from Stefan who had covered your father's body and compelled the other guy to forget everything. Everyone was talking about what had happened but your eyes never left the blood sheet that covered what used to be your father. 

The next thing you knew you were back in Enzo’s car. This time there was no music. No smiles. No excitement/dread over the surprise. There was just silence. You sat unconsciously leaning away from Enzo rubbing your hands like there was still blood on them, like in Macbeth. Enzo stopped the car in front of a beautiful 2 story home. There were about 2 acres of land in each direction of the house. You could see a diving board for a pool behind the house. 

“Whose house is this,” you asked. 

Enzo’s heart ached. Your voice was scratchy and weak but he finally hear your voice. You didn’t realize that you hadn’t said a word to anyone in the past hour. “Ours. It was a surprise. I figured you wouldn’t want to be bombarded with a ton of questions from your roommate just yet,” he said getting out of the car. He was going to open your door but you had already gotten out and walked towards the front door. 

Enzo was right behind you. He leaned over and unlocked the door. You stepped inside and looked around the living room. 

“It's in your name. I can leave you alone if you want,” he said standing at the doorway. He pushed his selfish need to hold you and make sure you were okay out of the way. He was being truthful. If you told him that you wanted to be alone he would. 

“I don’t…,” you said holding on to the wall as your started to fall. “I killed him.”

Enzo tried you run in and catch you but since your name was on the lease he couldn’t come in til you invited him. So he had to just stand there, helplessly. 

“Please let me in,” Enzo begged to grip the door frame. 

You sat there on the ground crying into your knees for five minutes. Once the tears stopped coming you looked up and saw the pain on your boyfriend's face. You knew it wasn’t his fault. But a small part of you resented him. The reason unknown. Maybe if he drank more of your blood he could have gotten you guys out of there and your father would still be alive. And that part of you didn’t want to see him. But the rest of you just wanted to fall into his arms and wait for everything to get better. 

“Enzo please come in,” you said with a raspy voice from your screaming and crying. He quickly ran to your side and just held you. And this time you were leaning into him. 

“I'm so sorry,” he said kissing the top of your head. “I would give anything to take away your pain. To make it where that never happened.”

“I hate that I killed him. But I also don’t regret it,” you said looking up at him. “Does that make me a terrible person?”

“Compared to me, love, you are still an innocent bunny.”

“Why wasn’t I good enough,” you cried again. Tear steadily fell down your face and stained Enzo’s shirt.

“What are you talking about,” he asked slowly raising your face so he can look you in the eyes. 

“I wasn’t good enough for him. He didn’t love me enough to not kill you and then he didn’t love me enough to take your blood. He didn’t love me.”

“Shh, it's going to be okay. And he did love you. He was just set in his vampire-hating ways,” he said trying to console you. “He adored you. He told me. He thought he was protecting you from me and yourself. And even though he put you through this pain I respect him for that. If he could have shown me proof of how I would hurt you in the future. I would have let him kill me, I would have killed myself. Because you are the most important person to me.”

“But he….,” you started to say. 

“He didn’t listen 'cause he thought what he was doing was the only way to protect you. He loved you enough to kill for you. As would i. You are more than enough. You are perfect,” he said picking you up to carry you upstairs to the master bedroom. 

He sat you on the bed and went to grab some clothes out of the dresser. 

“How are your clothes already here,” you asked when he brought you one of his shirts and a pair of his boxers to change into. 

“Your clothes are here too. Well, the ones you left at home when you went to college. And I bought you some more. Everything you ever need is already here. This place is ready to move into,” he said from the closet as he changed into basically the same thing you were wearing. “But that doesn’t matter right now. We are going to go to bed and I’m never letting go of you,”

“Is that a threat or a promise,” you asked getting under the covers. 

He slid in behind you and pulled your flat against his chest. His left arm was under your head and his right arm held you close to him. “Both. I'm going to be here to help you through this and long after, love. You are never getting rid of me.” 

Even though there was no space between the two of you, you tried to get closer. Because you knew he was going to be there. Even though you were still spiraling from what you just did you knew as long as you had Enzo, you were going to be ok.

#enzo st john imagine #enzo st john x reader #the vampire diares imagine

[neallo]

(girl who was supposed to write 3k of vaguely serious pining tonight, or at least some weird smut) so about the furby au...

uhhh okay im gonna TRY to come up with some additional thoughts since i am going to the trouble of making this post. i guess one question is— does mello RESPOND to the emails??? probably. he loves to be mad about stuff and he hates not being heard when he's mad about stuff. so like. initially he's just replying to the emails from matt with “i hate that stupid fucking furby” and “how much money do i have to give you to set it on fire, or at least stop emailing me” but when matt points out that mello could just auto sort the emails to spam mello pretends as if he doesn't see that one. eventually, as mello's responses become marginally less hostile, matt is like 😌 it's time to up the ante. and begins including his Fun Near Facts. these include but are not limited to:

- he took college level differential equations when he was 14! 🤓 (mello response: okay, so he's a loser??)

- he's not a loser he's REALLY cool (note: matt loves to lie. or he actually has an unrealistically kind view of near's swag levels) (mello does not dignify this with a reply)

- he loves talking about math! don't worry though it's really easy to tune it out and he doesn't really care if you're not listening (mello response: i don't know why i would need to know that.)

- one time he saved me from drowning 😳 (note: matt also loves to embellish. near “saved him from drowning” by telling matt to not try his luck at jumping over a river, which wasn't actually even deep enough for him to drown in)

uuhhhhh okay running out of matt's fun facts about near BUT. the point is that he is wingmanning so hard. i guess another question is whether or not near picks up on the fact that matt is regularly taking candid photos of him? my thought is no. i could see near being sort of a space cadet in this respect tbh; if he's absorbed enough in something he tunes everything else out)

hmm. genuinely running out of steam so lemme just jot down a few more ideas and then someday maybe i will add more when more comes to me.

- near: lives in... actually, fuck it, NOT new york. he and matt room together in minneapolis. near is in a PhD program for math— either complex analysis or topography. idk. something. matt is a programmer of some kind bc i am not creative.

- mello: i think i already said but he lives in LA, works for the mob. probably isn't really that Into It but he got in when he was pretty young and it's not like he has a lot of other options at this point? i imagine it isn't something he spends a lot of time angsting over but he's probably kinda unfulfilled.

OH okay sorry i got an idea. these stupid emails from matt go on for a few months, with mello gradually responding in very slightly less mean ways & occasionally asking questions,,, and then one day the Daily Near Email comes through and it's a picture of near somewhere in LA. probably griffith's observatory actually. and matt (knowing full well from mello's social media that he lives in Los Angeles) captions the image something like “where did you say you lived again??? 🤔”

okay now i'm REALLY out of ideas. not sure how the fact that mello has barely Actually spoken to near would be resolved!! thanks for listening to the Morgan Being Deranged podcast, tune in next time for another incredibly niche stupid idea 🥰

#meronia #neallopost #my writing

[mattsdollie]

How could you ?

WARNINGS; angst, cheating trope 😞 fluff (?) at the end !!!!!

"mattt" you groan as you feel him leaving your shared bed. "Sorry, baby. i have to get ready, we're going on tour, " Matt whines. you lazily pull yourself out of bed and give him a peck on his nose as he goes to shower and you go to pack your stuff to go back to your college dorm room. you totally forgot that you had exams the next week, so you hysterically brush your clothes back into your backpack and grab your keys as you left, shutting the door to the triplets' house behind you.

It's currently 2.47 AM. You checked your phone because it has been blowing up for at least 3 hours whilst you were studying. "What's this all about?" you thought to yourself. you see your bestfriends message "y/n, honey are you okay? i fucking told you it wasn't a good idea to be dating someone who' famous" you stared at your phone, not understanding what was going on until you got a text from your sister "y/n, what the fuck is this ?" she said as she sent a photo. the photo was of Matt and a short, skinny blonde, matts arm wrapped around her waist as he led her to a car at what seemed to be a party. He looked slightly drunk. "what the actual fuck ?" you replied, feeling yourself fill with a burst of rage and sadness. your eyes filled with tears. Your phone vibrated as matt called you, you decline. "y/n baby please answer my calls." matt pleaded in his text message with a sense of urgency. "what the fuck, matt ? we've been dating since you were 16, me 15. and you fucking cheat on me ?" you sent the message with tears filling your eyes and rolling down your face. "baby, please. i was just helping the girl get a ride. nothing we did was meaningful." he replied. *bzz*, your phone started vibrating again, matt was calling you. this time you picked up. "y/n, please. you're the love of my life. i fully regret what i did. i love you so much please don't leave me over a stupid mistake i made while i was drunk." he said, shakily though tears. "i'm studying for my exams and this is what you do while you're on tour? you go fuck a tiny texas blondie? how could you, Matthew." you said, feeling your lips quiver. "n–no, y/n please. please let me fix this. im coming home right now, i'll see you in the morning. just please, let me fix this." he said, breathing heavier, struggling to breathe as he cried. "whatever." you said hanging up the phone to soon burst into tears. how could my own boyfriend do this to me? after 6 whole years of dating? you think to yourself, as you curl up on your bed, knees against your chest, tears rolling out of your eyes.

The next morning, you find yourself in your bed with the same clothes as last night, your eyes sore, lips plump from crying all night. you pick your phone up, feeling heavy hearted and empty as you remember what happened the night before. you see matt texted you " y/n, i'll be there at 2pm. please love. lets talk it out. im so sorry." tears start filling your eyes, threatening to fall out as you think about what happened all over again. you look to the upper right of your phone to check the time and see its already 1.58 P.M. "fuck." you whispered out as you hopped in the shower. 10 minutes into the shower you hear the doorbell to your apartment ring followed with matt calling out for you. you text him from the shower " theres keys in the shoe rack. just come in and wait, im in the shower, im almost done. " you type as you step out of the shower, pausing the music to do your skincare and brush your teeth. you wrap your towel around yourself as you step out, seeing matt sat on your bed, eyes puffed, nose and ears red. he gets up to hug you, nuzzling his nose in the crevice of your neck "i'm so sorry. i dont know why i did it. i promise there was nothing intimate. i was just deprived to feel love but she didnt love me like you did. i love you so much please, dont leave me." he said, sniffling and you felt his tears hit your shoulder. your arms wrap around him, your fingers entangled in his brown locks. "it's okay. you should've just called me. i felt so hurt, seeing the photos. please, never do that again ?" you say, voice shaky trying your best not to burst into tears again. "i promise." he said under his breath, not having the energy to saying with his chest"

THE ENDD ☺️☺️

this is my first EVER time writing a fanfic or story outside of school. if there is anything i could work on, please let me know 🥹🫶

#sturniolo imagine #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo #sturniolos #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo

[sweatyfuntrash]

“Lemon drops.”

“Huh?”

“We were eating sour lemon drops, not gummy worms.”

“…ah.”

(Spoilers for chapter 17 under the cut)

Oooooooooh my gooooooooood

WHAT WAS THAT?? WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT??? WHAT?

Okok, so first there’s the Creature(tm) that was… something. Amazing design, loved the mushrooms bestie but— I mean, I can say it right? They’re a bitch. Fuck off with your truth swamp boi I’m not interested.

Then there’s Matthias… IF THATS YOUR REAL NAME. Look, I said it once on the discord, but I’m saying it again, I don’t trust Matt as far as I can throw ‘im. Once i organize my thoughts, maybe I’ll do a solid theory but rn im just going ‘>:(‘

And then there’s Lia… That scene… Jesus, my attachment issues are acting up. As someone with a very limited circle of friends, just the thought of someone leaving makes me ✨very anxious✨ (but I won’t force them to stay, im more of a brooding ‘oh everyone is better without me’, not a ‘IF I CANT HAVE YOU NO ONE CAN YANDERE MODE’ dw) so that hole scene hit a little to close to home :). Of course, I fixed her college and told her the truth but h o l y s h i t that hurt like a bitch. Homophobic chapter fr.

As always, amazing work from the ILW team. The scene in the cave was spectacular, if not insanely creepy (and kinda unsettling, that siren kept giving me the chills), so much lore was explained— MOSS IS BACK!!! OMG MÖSS IM SO HAPPY I MISSED YOU SO MUCH WHOS A GOOD ZOMBIE?? YES YOU ARE YOU AR—

Sorry got a bit carried away.

10/10 as always, amazing chapter, thank you everyone that’s collaborating with this project y’all are the best and I hope your pillow is cold tonight :D

#sweatyfuntrash does art #my tumblr bugged and all my tags went to shit im sad #anyway #AMALIA PLEASE DONT LEAVE ME PLEASE ILL MAKE ALL THE CREPES YOU COULD WANT PLEA— #FUCK MATTHIAS (not like that you people) #MOSS IM SO GLAD YOURE BACK MY BABY 🥺🥺🥺 #ilw #it lives within #ilitw #it lives in the woods #ilb #it lives beneath #it lives anthology #it lives series #it lives #amalia it lives within #amalia de león #it lives within fanart #fanart

[thedevotionaltour]

when i learn to draw matt it's over for everyone. i should doodle lesbo matt again bc i love her<3 i like drawing her pre haircut bc i have her put their hair into braids and i think it looks cute :) and then they are five hundred times happier when they've got real short hair n she can't stop running her hands through it and keep talking about how light it feels. matt hadn't had short hair since middle school even though jack said it's fine if you wanna keep it short matty it looks nice on you but yadda yadda me projecting my own personal insecurities and sexuality in denial moments where matt went um no it's fine i'll let it grow out again it's easier than going to the barber all the time anyways (this has never been an issue in the past and matt takes months in between cuts anyways) and also the mindset of maybe people will leave me alone more and just not bother me or get on my case as much if i at least have longer hair. anyways college lesbian matt got her haircut off the recommendation of someone from her butch lez roommate foggy. who clocked matt for what she was within a day. before matt said anything. matt said something the next day after telling herself your roommate is literally a masculine gay woman you call also tell her you're a lesbian too and foggy went oh i know. you're butch too right? and matt went oh um well i don't know um labels and stuff well uh haha you know and foggy goes i know you're one. it's fine. very much a #ringofkeys moment and foggy sees what matt is before matt does, before matt says it out loud. matt knew deep down but never felt she could say that. sorry this is my extreme lesbian projection of my own issues of self denial but this is an indulgent au for me anyways so idccc. sorry this started off as talking about wanting to draw matt better im sorry

#static.soundz

[orbleglorb]

🥛🍨🍎 for gwen because i love a girl with problems. 🍒🍑🧅 for honey nut alpha supreme my beloved. 🥐 for both because i'm mentally ill about homelands

link to the ask game !!

hiii ty for all the asks :D im sorry this took a while. as you can see, there was a lot

Gwen:

🥛 [MILK] What is your OC's relationship with their biological parents like? What about their relationship with any non-biological parental figures?

oh. ohoho. so. gwen's family is complicated.

to fully understand the picture, we have to go back like 3 generations. maría elena and jose salinas were blessed with a family of supernatural talents and cursed with every single member of that family suffering (which usually leads to their death). maría elena and jose are exempt from this, but all of their descendants are affected by it. they have three children: ana rosa, carlos, and martín. ana rosa can mend anything, carlos can control water, and martín can alter other people's emotions (and, later on, control them). all three of them have kids as well: ana rosa and her husband have two daughters, paula (can talk to animals) and gabriela (is virtually indestructible). martín and his wife have one daughter, laura. and carlos and his wife have twins, diego and ramiro. the curse struck first when the twins were about 8 months old. carlos and diana (his wife) hire a babysitter, a trusted family friend, so they can go on a date. they get interrupted in the middle of it when a police officer notifies them that the babysitter drove her car into a lake. diego was sitting on a bench outside the lake, completely dry and unharmed, and ramiro was never found. although there's no body, he's presumed dead, because like, he's fucking 8 months old. he can't fend for himself. if someone took him they probably have bad intentions.

a month or so later, in a completely unrelated event (sarcasm), an unidentified baby is found in a dumpster outside a denny's in san antonio by an overnight employee. for reference, the salinases live in oregon, on the washington-oregon state border. san antonio is in texas. the baby is taken to the hospital, and he's relatively unharmed, but all of his organs are in weird places. but he's functioning fine and surgery for babies sucks so they don't do anything about it. he is adopted by a couple in a small town outside of san antonio named salvation. the couple names this baby william.

william grows up and moves to oklahoma for college and to get away from his shitty family, meets mallory, marries her, and has a family with her. they have three children: connor, gwen (she's a trans girl but i haven't given her a deadname or anything), and christopher. and then the curse hit super hard. connor gets almost killed & is replaced by a doppelganger. christopher and mallory are killed by the doppelganger. gwen is almost killed by the doppelganger. the doppelganger fucks off before the police catch him and he is never seen again.

so, now i can answer this question! gwen is immensely attached to her father. after being almost killed, she would freak out every time he left without her. even if it was just, like, to take the trash out. she was incredibly close with her mom and just kind of has a void where her mom was that she doesn't want to replace. which worked out fine, when her dad didn't want to date anyone, but now he's... kinda got something going on with a guy down the street. they're not dating but they kinda obviously have Some Feelings there. and she claims that she's not pissed about it and that she's fine with it but she's so mad and she is not ok with it. she views her relationship with william as them vs the world and it's really terrifiying that that might change. the guy, matt, is like, a decent guy. he's also a vampire but he was only turned in like 2012 or whatever. and nobody knows that. matt's super nice and fun and has no idea why this teenage girl that lives near him just glares at him all the time. but as he gets closer to william, he does try to also get closer to gwen, but she's keeping him at arms length. except like. she doesn't want to even touch him so she's using a 10 ft pole.

at some point, william has to do a dna test for medical reasons (my dad, who is also adopted, did this as well, so i am not just pulling this out of my ass, although it kinda sounds like it). william made an impulsive decision to opt in to see his family, and then regretted it. he worried the entire time it was processing. he finally got the results and a lot of his bio family members were on there. and ofc gwen was along the ride for this whole saga so she starts looking some of them up. she finds some newspaper clippings about gabriela's stunt actor days, paula's obituary, an instagram account for marco, and... absolutely nothing for diego, who is listed as william's brother. so she does a lot of digging and eventually comes across a social media site that has an account for him. she has to make an account to view anything, and it asks her some weird questions (definition for edgirst, name at least flower native to a certain zipcode, Your Best Friend, and your relation (if any) to someone on the site). she gets 3/4 questions wrong but it lets her in b/c she's related to diego salinas. and everyone else on the website is super confused, because she's not supposed to be here, this is only for ppl from viallston, but she's related to diego, which means there's a good chance ramiro is alive, etc etc etc. but this other kid on the site, alejandro, sees a new person and decides to torment her a little. except if there's one thing gwen can do, it's commit to the fucking bit, so they get along great. alejandro isn't a parental figure but they definitely act like siblings together and it's really helpful for gwen.

🍨 [ICE CREAM] How does your OC compose themselves in stressful situations?

she acts super composed and organizes EVERYTHING. she spends a lot of time obsessing over how to fix it but still knows how to act put-together, until she doesn't and she snaps and everything crashes.

🍎 [RED APPLE] Who does your OC value above all else?

her dad. her friend arthur is a close second. but she loves her dad and would do anything for him

ok. the rest will be under the cut. because this is long

Honey

🍒 [CHERRY] Who is your OC's perfect companion?

ummm haven't heard about artemis in a bit but they're good for each other i think! they both know how to commit to the bit, they compliment each other well (personality-wise), and they both have similar qualities and values. also there's a lot of fun angst of honey falling in love with a dogboy while having a trauma-induced phobia of dogs

🍑 [PEACH] How do they show their kindness? How kind are they truly?

cooking for ppl

🧅 [ONION] What is surefire to make your OC cry? Who knows of this information?

dogs. especially being surprised by dogs. all of the guys know this b/c johm tried to surprise everyone with brand new mascot barke fever and she was inconsolable for like an hour and a half

both of them:

🥐 [CROISSANT] Where is your OC from? How do they feel about their homeland? Where are they now?

Gwen: she's from oklahoma and she's moved around a little bit. oklahoma was fine, but it was heavily christian, and her family is so... not christian. she would go to church events just to be able to socialize outside of school (this is something i did as well). her dad has a lot of trauma with christianity (re: salvation, tx) so he was Weird about it. she liked some of the people but she wasn't attached to oklahoma. they live in new york now, and she feels a lot more comfortable in her own skin so she's better at socializing & feels better in general. besides, she's not known as the weird girl whose brother killed her family! she's just gwen! she loves it here

honey: from the appalachian region in eastern tennessee. she loves the woods. she loves being outside and in nature. she can't be in memphis for very long without getting snappy and upset. she actually doesn't live in memphis, she lives on a farm a while away. she doesn't like cities and gets claustrophobic in them. she knows several parts of the mountains like the back of her hand. she knows the local wildlife and they know her. she loves appalachia and it loves her back

#asks 4 sasha #oc: gwen shrapner #oc: gwendolyn shrapner #forgot which is the tag #blb oc: honey nut alpha supreme #memphis guys

[g3z0]

Ice cold secret P14

P1 P2 P3 P4 P5 P6 P7 P8 P9 P10 P11 P12 P13

Summary: Sturniolo. Your rival once you take a step on the ice ring. You and Chris are both very good players of opposite teams and schools. But the college, you both look forward on getting a sport scholarship, only takes 1 person pro year. The only thing you want to focus on is hockey. But that isn’t as easy as it first seemed when you met Nick - the triplet brother of your rival

Warnings: cursing, sad

-g3z0

Nick’s POV

Chris pushes our front door open as he rushes inside. Me and Matt follow behind him.

„Chris, what the actually fuck?“ Matt snaps at him, throwing his arms up.

Chris clenches his jaw as he sits down on our coach, resting his elbows on his knees and laying his hands into his face.

„You could‘ve killed him.“ Matt states, staring a hole into Chris’s head.

„Don’t you think I know that?“ Chris snaps back, looking up at Matt and me. „What the fuck was I supposed to do?“ he yells.

„Just stand there and do nothing while this fucker calls Nick a fag?“ he spats.

My heart sinks into my stomach. I bite my lip and rub my arm awkwardly.

He didn’t get the scholarship because of me.

„It doesn’t matter anymore.“ Chris sighs, leaning his hands back into his face „fucking Woolfaar got the scholarship.“ he mumbles.

Y/n.

A small part in me hoped that he didn’t get it so we could stay togethe - Even if it’s selfish.

„Fuck.“ Chris sighs, rubbing his eyes.

Matt lets out a sigh and sits down next to Chris. „Hey. It’s okay.“ Matt says softly.

Chris shakes his head and drops his hands „this was my fucking dream.“ he scoffs. I lick my lips and sit down next to him.

He strokes his thumb over the palm of his hand as he stares down at them. „I don’t know what to do..“ he whispers.

Guilt fills my whole body.

I lean my head against his shoulder and close my eyes „Im sorry..“ I whisper.

„We‘ll figure something out.“ Matt mumbles as he lays his arm around me and Chris.

-

Y/n‘s POV

I quickly walk upstairs as I yell a short „home!“ through the house. I walk into my room and rifle through my desk, trying to find my notebook.

I took notes after every game me and Chris played against each other.

I wrote down his weaknesses and strengths and who won after each game.

I did it to improve of myself.

But now I don’t need it for me.

I quickly put the Notesbook into my backpack and run the stairs down again. „Bye!“ I yell through the house as I push the door handle of my front door down.

I freeze as I hear the voice of a man.

I hesitate a little before I let go off the door handle and walk into the living room.

The voices of the man and my mom stops as I walk into the living room.

„grandpa.“ I breathe, blinking at him.

He turns around to me, his arms crossed over his chest.

„what- what are you doing here?“ I swallow.

He shakes his head a little „you act like you seen a ghost.“ he says sarcastically before he walks over to me and wraps his arms around me.

I stare at the ground as his arms come up around me and my heart clenches a little as he does.

When i was little, me and Ethan used to spend the summers at my grandpa‘s.

My grandpa isn’t like my dad. Grandpa was more than a father to me than he ever was.

He’s a good man who likes classic music and lives on a farm.

I breathe his scent in as my arms come around him „I missed you.“ I breathe.

He chuckles softly and lets go off me, looking me up and down „Jesus, how big you got.“ he smiles.

„What are you doing here?“ I question, blinking at him.

He pats my arm before he lets go off me „I need to take care of my kid, hm?“ he smiles looking back at my mom.

He sighs before he looks back to me „your mom called me and told me about the shithead of your dad.“

„Dad.“ my mom warns. „what?“ my grandpa throws his arms up and turns to face my mom „it‘s true. I told you from the beginning he’s an fucking loser.“ he spats.

My mother sighs and looks down. Grandpa looks back to me and smiles softly „hockey clothes? Still playing?“ he asks.

I look down at myself before looking back at him „yeah- no-" I close my eyes for a moment and let out a sigh „it’s.. complicated.“ I breathe.

He purses his lips and nods a little.

„Grandpa- I’m sorry but I gotta go.“ I take a few steps back. He nods at me and waves me off „yeah, yeah, you go.“ he smiles before he sits down next to me mom.

I give him a quick smile before I walk out of the living room.

-

„What is that?“ Ethan blinks up at me as he’s sitting on his bed.

„Notes.“ i state. He licks his lips and looks down on the notebook I just threw on his lap. „Yeah, I can see that.“ he mumbles.

I roll my eyes and let out a sigh „notes about Chris. The way he plays, the games he won against us-"

„Y/n.“ Ethan says sternly, making me stop talking. He looks up at me with a frown „what is all this? What’s your fucking plan?“ he questions.

I let out a breathe and tilt my head to the side. „I don’t want the scholarship..“ I mumble.

Ethan groans and lays his hand on his face, rubbing it. „Wolfie.“ he mumbles through gritted teeth.

I shaky me head „I know what you’re thinking but I really don’t want it.“ I sigh.

„You don’t want it?“ he asks, glaring at me „you don’t want the one thing you‘ve been wanting since you‘re ten years old?“

I close my eyes for a moment and run my hand through my hair „I don’t-" I bite my lip and let out a breathe „I don’t.“ I repeat, this time more confident in my voice.

Ethan raises his eyebrows before he scoffs, shaking his head „is this about Nick?“ he asks.

I frown at him. „What? No-" I shake my head. „Y/n, if this is about Sturniolo you‘re-"

„It’s not about fucking Nick! Or chris!“ I snap at him, making him blink at me. I take a deep breathe and run my hand over my face.

„It’s about me.“ I breathe „once in my fucking life it’s about me.“ I let out a laugh, shaking my head.

„I like hockey, Ethan. But I don’t like it that much. I don’t-" I sigh a little „I don’t want it to be my whole life.“ I whisper, looking down at him.

He just stares at me. I bite my inner cheek and swallow the lump in my throat.

„I just wanted to make my dad proud..“ I mumble, playing with the hem of my shirt „that’s why I did it. That’s why I trained so hard-" my voice breaks slightly and I close my eyes for a moment, trying not to break down in front of my best friend - again.

I take a deep breathe. „But it doesn’t matter anymore..“ I whisper, shaking my head. I open my eyes again and look down at Ethan.

„Because no matter what I do..“ I shrug with my shoulders a little „he‘ll always hate me.“ I breathe.

„so why should I chase after his dream?“ I mumble, more to myself than to Ethan.

Ethan lets out a sigh and runs his hand through his hair „you‘re fucking with my head, Wolfie.“ Ethan breathes.

I let out a small chuckle before I sit down next to him on the bed.

Ethan grabs a cigarette out of his pocket and lights it, leaning his elbows on his thighs as he leans a little forward and looks through my notebook.

„Chris is good.“ Ethan states after he exhaled the smoke in his lungs. He tilts his head to look over at me and smiles „you‘re better, tho.“

The corner of my lips curl up into a weak smile and I let out a breathe „I would say we’re on the same page..“ I whisper.

He scoffs and looks down at the notebook again. „You‘re a good person, you know that, Wolfie?“ he whispers.

I shrug with my shoulders. „Maybe..“

„no, like- seriously.“ Ethan says, looking back at me. „I wouldn’t do that for Chris. Hell, I think I wouldn’t even do it for Jacob.“ he scoffs.

I let out a small laugh „I wouldn’t do that for Jacob either.“ I mumble sarcastically, making him roll his eyes.

„Yeah, yeah.“ he smiles. „Im not a fan of your choice.“ he says. I let out a sigh. „But-" he continues „you know i‘ll have your back, no matter what.“

I smile at him. „Thank you..“ I whisper. „You’re a good person, you know that, Ethan?“ I chuckle.

„oh, fuck off.“ he laughs, shaking his head „you make me sound corny as shit.“

I let out a chuckle and nudge him with my elbow „it was kinda corny.“ I tease him.

He takes another drag from his cigarette and flips me off with his middle finger.

-

I look down at my mom who’s sleeping on the sofa. I smile to myself as I put a blanket softly over her, letting her sleep.

She needs it. She almost didn’t have any sleep the last few nights. Not like I hadn’t the same problem.

I look out of the big glass doors as I see my grandpa sitting on the porch. I let out a breathe and step outside, quietly closing the door behind me.

„Hey.“ I smile a little. He looks up from the book he’s holding in his hand and returns my smile „hey.“

I slowly sit down on the chair that’s placed next to his „how’s mom doing?“ I ask.

He closes his book „she‘ll be okay.“ he sighs „im gonna help her with the divorce. I‘ll take care of it so you and her can keep the house.“

I swallow a little looking down at my hands. Divorce.

That one thing my mom and dad should‘ve gotten a loooong time ago.

„Why does it hurt so much to love someone..?“ I whisper, almost so quietly that he can’t even hear.

He blinks at me before he takes a deep breathe, giving me a soft smile „Love hurts so much because.. it feels like it's all-encompassing - like it's the only thing that matters.“

I bring my hand up to my face and rub my eyes.

Grandpa stares at me for a few seconds before he continues „When that love isn't returned, it feels like the entire world has been taken away from you. And when that love ends, it feels like it's been ripped from your grasp.“

„It's a pain that lingers, that can't be escaped from, that comes back to haunt you in your memories, in your thoughts, and in your dreams.“ he pats my arm softly and smiles at me „or it makes you stay awake.“

He lets out a sigh „It's a pain that's all-encompassing, and it hurts more than anything else." He whispers softly.

Does he have an answer to everything?

I blink at him and shake my head a little „feels like it’s not even worth to try..“ I mumble.

He chuckles softly and lets go off my arm „trust me, y/n. When you find the right person you would go through that pain again and again for them.“

I feel how my throat thightens up and it starts to hurt when I swallow.

„You have someone in mind?“ he asks softly.

I press my lips together and shift in my seat a little „yeah-“ I breathe, trying to blink the tears in my eyes back.

I lay my hand over my eyes and let out a breathe „doesn’t matter anymore.. I fucked up.“ I mumble.

Grandpa lets out a laugh, making me look at him „what..?“ I ask. He chuckles and leans back in his seat „you know how many times I fucked up with your grandma?“

My lips turn into a slight smile as he mentions her. He stares at the ground with a wide smile across his face, shaking his head „I fucked up, again and again.. and she forgave me every single time..“ he sighs softly.

„Not because I deserved it-" he chuckles, tilting his head „because I tried to better myself. I worked on myself - for her.“

I stare at him for a few seconds before I hesitantly start his speak again „do you miss her?“

He clenches his jaw a little as he stares at the ground. He purses his lips and looks up in the sky, looking at the stars.

„Everyday.“ he breathes, seeming like he didn’t answered me. I smile a little as I look down at my hands again.

„It hurts.“ he continues „everyday..“ he sighs. I look back at him, his gaze meeting mine.

„But it‘s worth it..“ he smiles „it‘s worth every fucking day I got to hold her, love her and call her mine..“

Wow.

„You shouldn’t be scared to love, y/n.“ he shakes his head a little „you shouldn’t be scared of who you love.“

My heart skips a beat and my eyes widen a little. Did mom told him? Did he saw the video.

He chuckles a little and rolls his eyes playfully „come on, y/n. Don’t you think I saw it?“

Oh god. This is bad. Really bad.

He saw it.

I dig my fingernails into my palms as I clench my fists together. Don’t panic. Don’t panic.

Don’t panic.

„I saw how you and Ethan always looked at each other“

I freeze. I frown and look at him before I bursts out in laughter. His eyebrows furrow together „what?“ he asks, seemingly confused by my reaction.

„Oh god-" I laugh, shaking my head „oh god, no.“

„What?“ he repeats as his lips turn into a smile, laughing a little with me.

I rub my eyes and chuckle „you have terrible reading skills.“

He lets out a small laugh „oh.. are you not..?“

I run through my hair and smile a little „no- I am. But, Jesus, not with Ethan.“ I laugh again.

„Right..“ he softly laughs. „But I’m sure the boy is very lucky to have you.. even if you fucked up.“ he smiles.

I nod a little as my smile slowly fades, looking back at the ground. „Maybe..“ I breathe.

#sturniolo triplets #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo x reader #sturniolo triplets x reader #nick sturniolo x you #nick x reader

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

I am excited to see what comes next!! What do you have in your inbox so far?😍

I love when I get asks like this, makes me happy that people are interested in my stuff🥲🥹

so here’s what’s now currently in my inbox: (lots of tan recently)

- matt- fluff- part 2 to fort stories (but when michael is 13) - not sure about this one yet

- tangerine- (?)- tan and reader share a cigarette after an intense mission and they have a cute moment

- tangerine- smut- sub tan and calls reader mummy

- tangerine- angst (I kinda wanna make this really sad)- reader has a twin brother and they join tan and lem for a mission, and she loses her brother instead. lots of comfort from tan (im excited for all my requests, but I can’t wait to do this one- I have lots of ideas)

- tangerine- smut- they have a fight and reader asks to prove that he loves her then *bing bang bong*

- tangerine- fluff/ angst?- quiet and shy reader gets hit on at a bar, then tan gets angry bc he’s harassing her, results in a fight and the man accidentally hits reader

- tangerine- fluff (?)- innocent reader who doesn’t get tan’s dirty innuendos and references, and she scolds him for his bad language

- matt- angst- fic based on another love by tom odell. reader and matt dated years ago. and Matt can’t move on from her bc she’s the love of his life, and is unable to pursue new relationships

- matt- angst- reader has a serious accident and all memories after college are lost, and doesn’t remember her husband (matt) he tries everything to make her fall in love with him again

- tangerine- smut- *cat* drunk

- tangerine- (?)- mutant reader who is ‘enemies’ of the twins, and beats then many times

- steven grant- smut- *cat* drunk

- tangerine- smut(?)- based on a post someone made (I will have to check it’s okay with the person first) - I’ll ask after I posted this

AND— the devil in disguise part 2 (ive re-read the first part, so I can get some ideas. but I absolutely hated it when I read over it. so now im a bit stuck. so if the anon ask sees this, im really sorry for the delay)

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lots of love🤍🤍

#my asks

[the-average-procrastinator]

Back by popular demand, I'm going to do a giant post to try something new

I'm sorry bibi but I cannot skip Frank Castle

DD S2 E1:

Oh no, also realized Matt could listen in to whatever I'm vibing to on my headphones and I don't like that

Matt you are trashing their prepping tables, I'd also stomp a robber for that

Look man, fighting DD in a church is a bad idea it's gonna make him more moody

Him smilin' :) (Not sure I love this new format I'm using I feel more insane for some reason)

So Foggy has moved on from lawyer lady... Oh, poor Foggy lol

I love their friendship so much

Matt Murdock, were you unaware you were bleeding??? Insane

They have clients now??? Progress!! Growth!

The positive attitude is great Matt, and I love the generous spirit, but you do need to make some money if you want to keep helping people

Puppy :( I'm calling John Wick >:(

Ah, lads, the Irish are at it again

Who's interrupting the meeting? 👀

Good news everyone! There's no more drug problems in Hell's Kitchen!

Smooth, Matt.... real smooth

hmmmmm don't like shady fast heartbeat guy

Aw, they're making a name for themselves as lawyers :)

Oh that ended fast never mind

look, seems to me "whoever" is doing this is cleaning up the city ... im just sayin

Ah, Irish guy is alive... for now

Karen is good at making up backstories

Look dude, Karen's killed a man, she's probably the best bet you've got ...which still probably isn't that good

*tosses dudes car keys in the bay* Petty Matt is wonderful

Foggy.... Foggy what are you doing...

Foggy you are a good, obviously gentle boy, you do not belong in this bar

IF YOU TOUCH ONE HAIR ON FOGGY'S HEAD I SWEAR

I hate meat processing plants as sets ....it's always just so gross and ominous, which I'm sure is the point but

EWEWEWEWEWWW THIS IS WHY

NOOOOO pulling someone off a hook fdsafdjska

FOGGY GO

Foggy now isn't the time for correcting colleges

"Not they. Him. It's one man." OHH

HE"S HERE

He's missing.... on purpose....

He just knocks Matt down and leaves like...

HEY YOU CANT SHOOT MATT NO

#tiff watches #dd #trying something different

[okeylokiyuh]

no😭 its must be so hard for you ): ugh the same feeling when the google docs accidentally deleted ur assignment. its the worst feeling ever >:(( but you know what they said every cloud has a silver lining!! don't be too discourage loki, i hope you get back in ur track asap!!

the thing about my password was when i want to log in to my tumblr account my mind went blank like the password isnt there at all😭 and i panicked so i try all the password that the old me might have use but there's no use😹 so i just let it be and totally forget abt it (until recently i recover my password and yeah here we are)

i am doing well! i just finished my second sem of my pre u!! ahh one last sem before i graduated and i have a thought to work before i continue my degree. but my sleeping schedule messed up a little bit since i need to study for my finals and i hang out with my friends until 4am💀

ah, blonde jaehyuk rlly suits him🤩🤩 the pic you sent jdjskdjdj sir i am respectfully looking👁 ah also!! treasure second mini album on oct22!!!!! kdjdjdj my boys are ready to slay😆 cant wait for their new songs tbh

hehe for me jay is my bias rn! boy really made me simping so hard🤥 and recently i just started to watch daredevil on netflix bcs u knoww matt murdock will return in she-hulk and having his sequel on mcu! ahhh im so excited and as a marvel fans i rlly cant wait for phase 5 of mcu!

oof, sorry for the late reply, uni has been hectic lately! hehe, rather than being discouraged i'm just not as motivated, and ig it's bc of the workload i've been getting. plus, the distance between my home and the uni is terrible and public transport is my worst enemy. so those added factors just make it difficult for me to carry out my work as usual.

i totally feel you! i lost my password for an acc recently and tried everything i could, but somehow thanks to the 'forgot password' option, i was able to recover it. i hope you don't forget it again, jaecha hehe

aah! that's wonderful, jaecha! wishing you all the best for your last semester as well! you are gonna do well, i'm sure! oof, i totally relate to the messed up sleep schedule, but for different reasons sksks. i'm glad you are having fun, though! college is supposed be a place to figure yourself out and have fun doing it and i hope you are having such an experience!

yess!!! another treasure comeback! i'm having exams then, so i might have to postpone watching the comeback and the streaming, but i can't wait for our boys to make their comeback with great music as always :D

ooh, is daredevil good? i haven't come around to watching any mcu tv shows other than hawkeye, loki and runaways i think. yesss, phase 5 looks too good, i can't wait to see how it goes! i'm most excited to see the marvels!

but rn, i'm kinda teetering off kpop and into the world of top gun maverick. i watched the movie at home recently and i'm totally hooked on it! i really wanna watch it on the big screen too, but the screenings are at 6pm and 10pm and i'll be damned if my parents ever let me leave the house after evening hours.

#[💌] all my favorite conversations #jaecha 🥺