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cherriesformatt · 2 months

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the affair || matt sturniolo

summary: you sneak around behind his brothers back

warnings: suggestive

word count: 1,1k

a/n: Thank you for almost 300 followers and 300 notes under last post! Some of my favorite writers on here liked it and I was freaking out. Hope you like this one ily

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"So you think he is acting different? Is that what you are saying?" I asked Nick while putting jar or peanut butter in the shopping cart.

We were grocery shopping for our movie night. Nick was one of my really good friends here in LA. I was a content creator as well. l mainly made music on TikTok, mostly singing and playing covers on the guitar.

"Yes... He is weirdly happy and not that tough as always...like man fine if he is getting laid but why the fuck he is so secret about it? Like we literally know that there is someone " He said and threw more stuff. Cookies and chocolate.

"I don't know Nick...Did you ask him?" I said looking at the labels of products.

I did not want to look him in the eye. If he only knew.

"No.. Chris only made one stupid joke about it and he got mad so we are not asking anymore" He answered.

We spent like an hour in Target before I drove us back to his house.

It was kinda late. Already past 10 pm, so we quickly took turns with a shower and settle to watch movies in his bed. We started Twilight because I made him. And because I knew by the time we start the second movie he is going to be asleep.

So when that happened, I left the tv on because I knew that's how he liked to sleep. I sneaked out of his room and went down the stairs.

I knocked on Matt's doors and within two seconds he opened it.

"Finally..." He said and pulled me into the room.

He closed the doors gently and smiled looking at me.

"Hi..." He said and gently pulled my chin to connect our lips.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back. I did not see him for two days due to his busy schedule.

He slipped his cold hands under my hoodie giving me a goosebump allover my body.

Did I ever planned to sneak behind Nicks back to hook up with his brother? No. It just happened. From the beginning me and Matt had a special connection. We could talk for hours even if both of us were not the biggest talkers in the world. We were similar but yet completely different.

"I missed you too" I said quietly after he pulled back to take a deep breath.

He sat on his bed and made me seat on his lap. I straddle him and smiled.

"Your brothers knows that you are getting some..." I wiggled my eyebrows at him.

"Believe me, I know..." He said and rubbed my cheek.

"I wonder why? Am I making you less mean?" I pushed on his chest so he was under me completely.

"Honestly I do not want to talk about my brothers right now" He said and turned us so now I was under him.

He started to kiss my neck and I moved my head a little to give him more access. I sight a little. I missed his touch so much. It was on my mind for a whole day.

This is going to be a long night...

"Stay with me.... It's like 4 in the morning anyways...He is not going to know..." He said after he helped me to clean up in the bathroom and waited for me to pee.

"I don't know Matt... I was usually back to his bed" I said and yawned.

I hugged him and close my eyes. I was so tired.

"You literally sleeping while standing" He kissed my head and hugged me back.

"To be honest I can't really stand..." I blushed and he laughed a little.

"You sleeping in my bed kid... thats it" He said and picked me up and took me to his bed.

"I am not sleeping naked tho..."I said and he just helped me to put one of his t-shirt on and my pajama pants back on.

I instantly did fall asleep in his arms.

I woke up with pure panic. Because clock on the nightstand said 11 am. That means Nick is up for sure. And that means there is no way to sneak out without him knowing.

"Matt..." I started to wiggled from his arms.

"Mhm?" He moved away and stretched.

"It's almost noon... they are probably up already" I said and covered my face with my hands.

"Baby... thats okay.. it's going for long enough. I wanna finally take you out and spent time together without pretending that you are my bro and that I'm having a fucking secret affair with some random girl that I am not telling my brothers about. Because you are far from that. I do understand that you are friends with Nick and it's like bros code or whatever you think it is. But I think is time..." He looked at me.

Like chilled out weren't you asleep 3 seconds ago? It is too early for this.

"I know..." I breathed out heavily.

"So? Let's go.. if they are up they are probably in the kitchen." He got up and pulled a shirt on because he was sleeping only in his pj pants.

I also got up and pulled my hoodie on and fixed my hair.

"Oh... good morning... so I am waking up, right? Looking next to me...my best friend? Gone. I though... maybe something happened...I texted her phone... still on my nightstand by the way. I looked through the window, her car is still here. So I came down stairs... Chris was already here. I asked him... Did you see y/n by any chance? Chris said no.. but unfortunately he wanted some water at 3 am.. he didn't see her just heard her... FUCKING MY OTHER BROTHER" Nick was looking at us from the kitchen table.

"Do not be dramatic Nick..."Matt started.

"Oh I am not being dramatic I lost 50 bucks to him. Because we had a bet if you tell us first or we will find out this way..." He pointed at us.

"So you knew?" I asked looking at him.

"Of course I knew... I always know. Free pass only this one time both of you. No more secrets. Like what the fuck? I am happy you're happy and I wouldn't be mad" He said.

"Im sorry... I love you" I came up to him and gave him a hug. He only patted my back.

"Alright, alright you should only be sorry for Chris. He is traumatized" He laughed.

Matt laughed as well but I felt embarrassed.

"I am kidding, you are fine" He said.

"Also I must say... I always knew you guys will end up together" He said and I smiled at Matt.

"No more secret affair..." Matt laughed.

"No more" I said.

"So should we go out for breakfast?" Nick asked.

"Yes, please, I am starving..." I said.

"Too many burned calories, huh?" Nick asked.

"Oh my god now it will never end.... let's go back to the secret affair actually" I covered my face with my hands.

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selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs · 4 months

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So much planning

Self-Aware! BSD x SAGAU Imposter crossover

Self-Aware! Dazai Osamu x GN! Reader x Self-Aware! Fyodor Dostoevsky

Description: Dazai and Fyodor still don't get along. But they have few things in common. Both are genius. Both have twisted morals. And both will turn to dust anyone, who dared to hurt you.

Warning: OOC. Mewing Dazai. Fyodor sings lullaby to reader. Nightmares. Slight religious fanaticism. People threw rocks at Reader, Neuvillette do some damage on Reader. English is my second language.

"SINNER!"

A rock was thrown at you. You tried to dodge, but braces on your legs and rope around your neck, that was tied to a wooden post. The rock hit your shoulder. You can't even scream or beg. A metal construction in your mouth won't let you close your mouth, or make any sort of sound.

"MONSTER!"

Another rock was thrown at you. This one hit your chest.

You were cold. You were freezing. The rugs they forced you to wear couldn't stand against Shezhnaya's wind and snow.

"PAY WITH YOUR BLOOD!"

More and more rocks were thrown at your direction. And you can't do anything to stop them.

Yet, you knew, that they won't let you die now.

Not for the next week.

Each day, you will be transported to a different city. And, starting from dusk to dawn, you were chained in the main square. And people were taking their anger out on you.

You were in Snezhnaya today.

Six more cities left.

Six more days before your execution.

Your life will end before Creator's eyes.

________

You woke up, sobbing. You blinked your tears away and look around. You were home. In your room. Not in Teyvat.

You took a quick glance at the clock.

11:00 pm.

You went to bed 30 minutes ago.

You put your head back on the pillow, trying to fall asleep again. And then you heard it.

"Meow"

You sat up on your bed.

"Meow"

You looked down.

You saw Dazai.

He sat on the floor, before your bed. He put elbows on your bed, resting his chin on his hands.

Dazai looked... soft. He had a small smile on his face. His eyes sparkled.

And you saw, that he was worried.

Dazai meowed again.

"Meow."

You can't help, but smile. Back then, before you... were transported in... Teyvat, you jokingly called Dazai a cat. Because every time he had a smile or a grin on his face, he looked like he would start meowing.

Dazai remembered that.

That's why, after every time you had a nightmare about Teyvat, Dazai, among other things, would meow, to make you feel better.

Meanwhile, Dazai put his face closer to yours and rub his nose against yours.

"Mrrrrp."

You laughed quietly, raising your arm. You scratch Dazai behind the ear. He started purring.

"You knew, that you shouldn't do the cat act, right?" ask you. Dazai hummed.

"I want to do that. It makes you happy." Dazai pet you on a head. "Want some company?"

You shifted a little, making some space for Dazai. You were sleepy. You lay your head back on your pillow and close your eyes.

Through sleep, you felt, how someone lay down next to you. A familiar scent of almond, rum and cherry filled your nose. Dazai firmly pressed you against his chest. You felt safer. Safe enough, to try to go back to sleep again.

______

Dazai was listening to your breathing. You didn't have a new nightmare. For now. Dazai hopped, that it will stay this way. Still, he won't bet too much on it.

The door to your room was opened again. Dazai didn't turn his head. He knew who it was.

Without saying a word, Dazai pressed you harder against his chest and carefully moved, changing your position with his.

Now, his chest was touching your back. Now, there was an empty spot near you on your bed.

Fyodor carefully lay down next to you, running his fingers through your hair.

They didn't talk.

For now, they were making sure, that you are okay.

"General nightmare. Didn't remember someone in particular." Dazai squeezed your hand. Fyodor slowly played with your hair.

"Panic attack?"

Dazai shook his head.

"No. Just startled."

Fyodor nodded.

"Good. At least, it is something."

Fyodor and Dazai became quiet again.

Dazai broke silence again.

"Others?"

Fyodor hugged you, scooting closer to you.

"Want revenge."

Dazai looked at you with pity.

"Nikolai?" whispered Dazai, listening to you breathing.

Fyodor closed his eyes.

"Still blames himself."

Fyodor and Dazai became silent again.

Despite working together to get to the real world, they still weren't friends. They do play chess together, or have overcomplicated games in their own minds, but, they won't call each other friends.

But, there was one exception.

You.

For you, they were ready to go beyond any possible goals.

All you need to do is ask. And Fyodor and Dazai will make a plan.

But, even their combined intelligence weren't enough to find you, during the month you were missing.

And their emotions went awry, when they saw you on the barn's floor.

Beaten. Tortured. Bloody.

Dazai's eyes shrank, looking somewhere in the distance. The scenes, of what he will do with people, who dared to hurt you, flash before his eyes.

"So. What should we do next?"

Fyodor's gaze was heavy. Similar thought of future massacre flooded his thoughts.

"Let's discuss some ideas. There is so much planning to do."

_________

You can't breathe.

Your heart was beating heavily, your lungs were burning, your legs refused to move.

But you can't stop. You must run.

Or he will get you.

The storm was at its peak.

Rain water greedily licked your skin. Each drop felt like lava.

The river was close. Its waters looked like they were boiling. You jumped on the first wet stone. On the second. On the third.

And your leg slipped.

Immediately, hydro energy curled around your feet, dragging you underwater.

You managed to hold your breath right before waves closed above your head.

*****

It was a torture.

Hydro dragon was playing with you.

Letting you go, letting you breathe in some treasured air. Before dragging you back underwater.

You lost the number of times you almost drowned. You only tried to grab something, that let you stay above water.

Finally, Neuvillette got tired of this game. He dragged you on the riverbank. Right to his feet.

A pair of hands... No... Draconic hands grabbed your shoulders. Sharp claws sank into them, drawing blood. You screamed, when Neuvillette moved his arms to make you stand.

Your vision was blurry. Yet, you manage to make out a pair of draconic eyes and abnormally sharp teeth.

Neuvillette put his face closer to yours.

"Got you, dirty sinner."

Sharp teeth chomped on your left ear.

Your screams and draconic satisfied rumble mixed together.

You were in pain.

Neuvillette spit something on the ground.

You tried not to look at what remains of your ear.

Neuvillette put his face closer to your second ear.

You closed your eyes. You didn't want to look.

You didn't notice a familiar girl, who was running towards you two. She was accompanied by melusines.

Before Neuvillette can tear your second ear off, Furina plunge her sword in his side.

Draconic roar made you stumble back. Falling into the river.

The last thing you saw were Furina and melusines fighting with Neuvillette.

________

You were sobbing.

Your blood was boiling.

You wanted to scream. To run. To hide.

You tried to touch your shoulders and left ear, to call for Furina and melusines. To do anything.

The hand was placed on the top of your head.

And familiar voice start singing.

Fyodor was singing.

"Котя, котенька-коток,

Котя — серенький хвосток!

Приди, котик, ночевать...

И [Т/И] качать,"

You blinked your tears away. You felt, how Dazai embrace became tighter. He started running his fingers up and down your arm.

Fyodor rubbed your tears away.

"Уж я котеньке-коту,

За работу заплачу:

Дам кусочек пирога

И кувшинчик молока."

You didn't want to protest. You didn't care, that you are too old for lullabies. You wanted some comfort. Some stability. Feel safe.

Fyodor put his chin on the top of your head.

"Платок беленький свяжу

И на шейку повяжу;

Шубку новую куплю

И сапожки закажу.¹"

You hide your face in the crook of Fyodor's neck. Dazai's forehead pressed against the back of your neck. You were warm. You yawn.

When Fyodor finished with this lullaby, he started a new one. Then another. And another.

Until you fall asleep.

*****

You were sleeping soundly for two hours now. Fyodor and Dazai weren't sleeping. They choose to look over you tonight.

And, in the dark of the night, they were planning.

Planning a revenge on people of Teyvat.

And on someone, named Neuvillette, whose name you screamed in your last nightmare.

Dazai looked Fyodor in the eyes.

Brown eyes met purple eyes.

"Vampire outbreak."

"Economy crisis."

"Arahabaki and Demonic Beast Guivre"

"Cannibalism"

"Lovecraft"

"Spare someone?"

"Only if Iris Flower want it."

"No letting Myshonok near portal or Teyvat."

"Not even the smallest glances."

Word after word.

Slowly, the plan of Teyvat's destruction will be finished.

For now, they will simply exchange some ideas. And make sure, that you are safe.

______

1. Russian lullaby.

Kitty, kitty-cat,

Kitty - gray tail!

Come, cat, spend the night,

Rock [Y/N]

Kitty, kitty-cat,

I will pay for your work:

I'll give you a piece of the pie

And a jug of milk.

I will knit you white scarf

And I’ll tie it around your neck;

I'll buy you a new fur coat

And I'll order you boots."

******

Tag list: @withered-blossoms , @myluckymoon @cocodrilofeliz @c4xcocoa @vvyeislazzy @whisperingwinters

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bloatedandalone04 · 5 months

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Wrapped Around Your Finger - Part 0.6

Series Masterlist | Original Fic

➪in which a few calls get missed as the days go on and anakin gets a taste of what the rockstar lifestyle is truly like while you become closer to your classmate.

PSA: strongly suggested to read the warnings before proceeding.

WC; 5k | Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡

“Fuck, they were loud tonight,” Vinny muttered as he fell onto the couch in the tour bus. Clara was next to him, congratulating him on another great show as she pressed multiple kisses to his cheek.

The sight was a bit too much and Anakin had to look away as he was reminded of the way you were always all over him after a show. He pulled out his phone, glancing over at the couple. “They were amazing,” he corrected Vinny as he clicked on your contact. It was nearing one AM in Sweden, so it should be around twelve AM for you, and he hoped that you were still awake.

The show went on a bit longer tonight, and his plans of calling you after had been greatly affected by it. He went to click the call button when he saw the few texts you had left him.

8:23 PM

Princess: Good luck, baby! You’ll do amazing, like always. Wish I was there!

11:07 PM

Princess: Call me when it’s over? I miss you

12:47 AM

Princess: I tried staying up, but I start class in less than seven hours, so we’ll just talk tomorrow. I love you, Ani. I hope you had a great show! Goodnight.

He cursed under his breath as he made his way to his bunk. You had sent that last text not too long ago, but you were probably just falling asleep and he didn’t want to disturb you. You needed to get as much rest as possible before you began the program, and he didn’t want to get in the way of that.

Guilt filled his body as he typed out a quick text, knowing it wouldn’t wake you up since you never slept with your ringer on.

Goodnight, princess. I love you.

He plugged his phone in after that as Vinny and Clara passed him on their way to the back of the bus. Anakin groaned quietly and had to race Theo to the bathroom so he wouldn’t be stuck hearing them go at it.

Theo flipped him off as he grabbed his headphones from off his bunk and moved to lay on the couch. Anakin laughed as he shut the door and then looked at himself in the mirror. His skin was a bit sweaty and his eyes held dark patches under them.

He wasn’t kidding when he told you he had no idea how he was going to be able to sleep without you. After doing it for close to five years he had grown so used to having you next to him, he physically wasn’t able to sleep without you for too long. He had gotten maybe seventeen full hours of sleep in total since he left you behind in London, and it was beginning to show in his physical appearance.

Anakin really wanted to talk to you before he went to bed and he wanted to wish you luck on your first day of class. He had this whole hype speech somewhat planned out in his head, but he didn’t get the chance to say it to you.

He really hoped he could call you before you head off to school tomorrow as he felt like a bit of a bad boyfriend at the moment. You always supported him, always answered him and never missed a text. It really fucking sucked that he couldn’t do the same for you.

Luckily, Anakin wasn’t left feeling like a total asshole the next morning when he woke up from his three hour sleep and called you at around six. “Hi, Ani,” your sweet voice greeted him and he could tell you didn’t get too much sleep either. He knew you were nervous for this program, and he would do anything to be with you right now so he could wish you good luck in person.

“Hi, pretty girl,” he murmured, getting up from his bunk and quickly making his way to the door. He unlocks it and quietly steps off the bus that was parked next to a rest stop. “I’m sorry I couldn’t call you last night. I wanted to, but the show went late and I didn’t want to wake you up.”

“That’s alright,” you say and he could hear you fumbling around with something in the background. “I figured you and the guys got caught up with something. It was a good show?”

Anakin leaned against the side of the bus, his eyes scanning the still dark surroundings. He would be two hours ahead of you soon, when he reached Finland, and he knew it would become harder to call you because of your chaotic schedules. “It was amazing,” he repeated his words from the prior night as he crossed his arm, gripping his bicep of the opposite one.

“I’m not surprised,” you teased. “You’re up early. I thought I’d get a call from you after my class is over later.”

“I wanted to be the first to wish you luck,” he said, hoping you wouldn’t bring up the topic of his awful sleep schedule.

You hummed. “Your effort was in vain, I’m afraid,” you laughed and the sound had him smiling. “Evan texted me a few seconds ago wishing the same thing.”

That had his smiling fading a bit. “Oh,”

You laughed again, a silence falling over the two of you afterwards.

Fuck, why did this suddenly feel awkward now? Why did he suddenly feel annoyed that he wasn’t the first person to wish you luck today? Why did he already dislike your new friend without even meeting the guy?

The silence didn’t last long, thankfully, but you did the exact thing he didn’t want you to do. “You sound tired, Ani,” your voice was soft, laced with worry and now he felt worse.

He didn’t want you worrying about him when you should be focused on your class that was scheduled in thirty minutes from now. “I’m fine, princess,” he brushed off your words, trying to hide how tired he sounded by clearing his throat afterwards.

Of course you didn’t let him off easy. “Have you been getting enough sleep?”

“Yes, mom,” he laughed. “It’s just hard to sleep without you, but I already knew that it would be. I’ll get more sleep later today. We still have a fifteen hour drive ahead of us and then another ten after that until we need to start soundcheck.”

You were quiet for a few seconds before you mumbled, “I don’t want you pushing yourself too hard, Ani. You need to sleep more, you’re on stage almost every night, baby,”

Anakin sighed as he leaned his head back against the bus. “Don’t worry about me, alright? I’m fine, okay? I promise,” he tried to reassure you, but it was hard to do that when he was miles and miles away from you. He needed to change the subject, quickly. “I miss you.”

That seemed to do the trick. “I miss you, too,” you say back, your tone much happier now. “I gotta go soon, but we’ll talk later?”

“Of course,” was that even a question?

“Okay. Thank you for calling me, and for the luck,” you mumble. “I love you.”

“I love you,” he said and waited for you to hang up before he dropped his hand back down to his side.

He stayed outside until the sun came up and he was fully awake with no chance of him going back to sleep for at least a few hours, knowing his sleep schedule was a lost cause without you here.

“Think of something or someone that makes you happy. It could be anything or anyone, but whatever or whoever it is has to have made some sort of impact on your life,” Kenneth Madsen, your instructor, ordered as he paced around the front of the room. “Could be a lover, a friend, a stranger, it could be your own bed. Whatever you choose, make sure it has a story behind it. Thank you all for a great first day, and I look forward to reading your pieces during tomorrow’s class. Remember to get a start on your short stories so they’re ready by the end of the program.”

That wasn’t so bad. The assignment is easy, too.

You close your books, making a mental note to refine your rushed scribbles later when you begin writing the assignment. As you stand up, you check your phone and see that it was nearing two PM. You could call Anakin as soon as you got back to your dorm and possibly talk to him for a lot longer than before, and the thought had you standing up quickly.

“Hey,” a somewhat familiar voice says, making you look up as you grab your book. Evan stood next to your chair, his dark brown hair covering his forehead and making his green eyes stand out a bit. A smile danced on his lips as he watched you shove your things into your bag.

“Hi,” you say, smiling back at him.

He moved out of the way, gesturing for you to walk ahead of him as he asked, “Did you have a good first day?”

“I did,” you answer as you and he walk side by side towards the doors. “I’m happy the instructor isn’t a total ass since he missed orientation day. He seems cool,”

“He is pretty cool. The assignment isn’t too bad, either,” Evan agreed, his accent slurring a few of the words, but you still understood him.

You nod, smiling at him again when he opens the door for you. “I thought the same thing,” you say as you and he step out onto the campus grounds. “When are you planning on working on it?”

“I was actually going to ask you if you wanted to work on ours together,” he offered, adjusting the strap of his bag as he looked down at you. “And after you can read mine and I can read yours.”

You pause. “Right now?”

He stopped walking as well. “Yeah,” he nodded. “Why? Are you busy?”

You chew on your lip as you look down at your phone, and at your lock screen. It was a picture of you and Anakin that was taken back during the first tour, and the sight of it had your heart aching a bit. “I was going to call Anakin once I got home,” you trail off, looking back up at Evan.

He nodded again. “Right, your boyfriend. Yeah, this distance thing must be pretty hard for both of you, huh? I can’t even imagine how tough it’d be to date someone who is literally on tour right now,” he grinned and started to walk away. “No worries, we’ll catch up later.”

Evan was so nice and now you’re starting to feel guilty for essentially blowing him off. “Wait, Evan,” you call after him, watching as he turns back around. “I can call him later, if your offer still stands.”

He laughed as he walked back over to you. “You mean the offer I gave you three seconds ago? Yes, it still stands,” he jokes and you laugh, too. “Are you sure you don’t want to go home and call him now?”

You pocket your phone as you shake your head. “He’s probably busy, or sleeping. He told me he was going to try to catch up on his sleep, so if that’s the case I don’t want to wake him,” you say as you walk next to him. “And I want to hang out with you.”

Evan looked away with a smile, bumping your arm gently with his elbow. “Well, in that case,” he glanced down at you as you neared the coffee shop you visited with him not too long ago. “Coffee?”

You find yourself agreeing and an hour later you are sitting at a bench on campus as you and Evan go over possible topics for the assignment. “What are you going to write about?” He asked as he wrote down another option for himself. “Or who?”

Lifting a brow, you give him a teasing smile as you answer. “Anakin, of course,”

Evan shakes his head, a smile dancing on his own lips as he looks up at you. “Of course,” he repeats your words. “Why did I even bother asking?”

“Beats me,” you shrug as you sip on your drink, nearly dropping it as you feel your phone begin to vibrate in your bag. You pull it out as Evan mumbles something under his breath, your smile widening as you hold up your phone. “Speak of the devil and he shall appear.”

Evan squints at the screen, shaking his head again with a grin. “You gonna answer that?”

You look at it, too, before clicking the power button and setting it aside. “No, I’ll call him later,” you say, glancing up at Evan when he remains silent. “What?”

“You can call him back now, if you want,” he said in a soft voice. “I don’t want him to get the wrong idea.”

Shaking your head, you flip open your book. “It’s fine. He’ll understand that I can’t talk right now because of a school thing,”

Evan nods and goes back to writing down random topics, but you were quickly beginning to regret not picking up Anakin’s call, but you also didn’t want to go back on your own words.

He’d understand, anyway. He had no reason not to.

Ani: Sorry, thought your class would be over by now. Call me when you can. Miss you.

You smile and turn your phone around so the screen is facing the surface of the table, knowing he wouldn’t be upset with you.

Anakin let out a groan of frustration as he tore out another page in his notebook. Helena had just finished her weekly lecture about needing to get more music out for the fans, and he was slowly starting to lose his mind.

He discovered that trying to write a song without you around was about as easy as it was to sleep without having you next to him. It was about fucking impossible.

He leaned back in the chair at the table of the tour bus, his hands reaching up to pull at his messy hair. Vinny was across from him and Theo was on the couch, both guys wearing weary looks at the state of their lead songwriter.

“You alright, man?” Vinny asked, crossing out his own stupid lyrics that he knew Anakin would never sing.

“Yeah,” he huffed, looking over at Vinny with a blank expression. “I’m great.”

Theo shook his head as he went back to writing down notes of the beat he was working on, tuning the two out as he got back into his own head.

“Maybe you should call Y/n,” Vinny suggested, flipping the page and starting over. “Might help inspire you.”

Anakin knew that just hearing your voice wouldn’t be enough for him to think of new lyrics, but he pulled out his phone anyway. He also just wanted to talk to you again. The brief call he shared with you this morning was just that, brief, and he missed you like crazy.

He may or may not also want to be the first person to ask you about how your first day went, since he wasn’t the first to wish you luck. Evan was.

He clicked on your contact and brought his phone up to his ear, looking over the weak attempts he had written in his book. He read over each one until he heard the sound of the call disconnecting and he felt immediately on alert.

Pulling his phone away, he looked at the screen and saw that you hadn’t missed his call, but ignored it. You actually clicked ignore call. What the fuck.

“Huh,” he said aloud as he stared at the screen until it turned black. He looked up at Vinny, who was already staring at him. “She ignored me.”

Vinny furrowed his brows. “Huh,” he echoed, giving him a reassuring wave of his hand afterwards. “She’s probably busy or still in school or something.”

Anakin wanted to say that your class should’ve ended an hour ago, but didn’t want to come off as pathetic for knowing your schedule. “Probably,” he agreed, setting his phone aside after sending you a quick text.

After Anakin finishes writing down a few dumb lines, Clara enters the bus with shopping bags that she promptly throws onto the couch next to Theo before she wraps her arms around Vinny. “Happy six months!” She says excitedly, looking at Anakin across the table. “I know it’s not five years like a certain someone over there will be celebrating soon, but fuck it, we’re celebrating.”

Vinny grins up at her and kisses her quickly. “Six months, huh? What’d you have in mind for us to do to celebrate?”

She hugged him a bit tighter from behind, kissing his cheek multiple times before saying, “Since we’ll be in Finland for a few days, maybe we can find a cute hotel? Nothing too fancy, just something we can have a little more privacy in,” she whispered the last part but Anakin still heard her and he was instantly reminded of the time last tour when he and you stayed in a hotel for one night and he ravished you as soon as you stepped through the door.

Clara added something about a nice restaurant she had heard of as Anakin grabbed his phone again and opened the Instagram app, his brows furrowing at the icon that showed you posted something to your story. Without thinking much, he clicked on it and felt his face heat up at the smiling face of, who is this, Evan? You had tagged him and set your location to the University of Dun-Walsh, and he saw that you had posted it ten minutes ago.

So you weren’t in class, and you had your phone with you, and you still hadn’t answered his text.

Anakin was not one of those obsessed and crazy boyfriends…well, maybe he was a bit obsessed with you, but he’s always been that way - still, he felt a bit annoyed at the fact that you had ignored both his call and his text because you are busy with Evan, but clearly not busy enough to not be able to post him on your story.

He was not one of those crazy boyfriends who gets mad when his girlfriend is hanging out with another guy, but he was a bit frustrated.

Scoffing, he scrolls through the app for a bit before getting a notification that Liz had messaged him through DM.

elizaphotography: hey :) i would’ve texted you but i don’t have your number. hint hint. anyway, we’ll be here for a few days so i was wondering if you were wanting to get out of that bus and have a night on the town with me. i need a night away from screaming fans and taking pictures and i heard about this club that is supposedly great. the guys are invited, too.

After reading that, his mood had lifted a bit and he glanced up at the guys. “Hey, Liz is asking if we want to go to a club tonight,” he said, getting the interest of Vinny and Theo, as well as Clara. “Said she needs a night out.”

“I do, too,” Theo mumbled as he set his guitar aside and tossed his book away. “I’m in.”

Vinny tore his eyes away from Theo and agreed as well, wrapping his arm around his girlfriend’s waist. “Me too,”

“Me three,” Clara added with a small smile.

Anakin nodded, looking back down at his phone as he typed a reply.

We’re so down, we all need a night off, too.

He sent it then stared at his screen for a few seconds, hesitating only a bit before he typed out his phone number and sent it to her as well.

“It doesn’t matter how young we were, or how young we still are, he has my entire heart and not a day goes by where I don’t think of him. We shouldn’t have gotten together, shouldn’t have even talked to each other as we had no reason to. He was the cool guy in band class who had no idea just how talented he truly was, and I was the nerd who would rather stay late after class and attend book club rather than go straight home,” you read the words you had typed not even half an hour ago, your nerves getting the best of you and making you stutter a bit. “But we did anyway. And I was his from that first second we spoke.”

You wait a few seconds before glancing up at Evan, who had an unreadable expression on his face. His eyes flickered all over your features as he remained silent, making you feel even more nervous.

Closing your laptop, you stand up quickly. “I know, it’s bad,”

Before you could run away, his hand reaches out and wraps around your wrist. “Damn, Y/n,” he huffed, making you raise a brow as you sat back down. Once he was sure you wouldn’t get up and run off, he released your hand and sat back in his chair, an exasperated sigh leaving his mouth. “I might as well just drop out now.”

Your eyes widened a bit as a surprised laugh escaped you, settling back on your own chair. “What are you talking about?”

Evan gives you a pointed look. “That was amazing,” he said, making heat immediately rush to your face. “I don’t know why you doubt yourself, you’re an amazing writer. At the end, when Kenneth gets to pick a short story to send to his team, there’s no way he won’t pick yours.”

You blush more and shake your head, breaking eye contact with him. “That’s still three months away,” you point out. “That’s a long time, and I haven’t even decided on what I’m going to write about.”

Evan rolled his eyes as he shut his laptop and shoved it into his bag. “Just take the compliment, Y/n,” he laughed and stood up. “I’m serious, your piece is good. Kenneth will love it.”

You look up at him, a grateful smile on your lips. “Thank you,”

He smiled back as he grabbed his phone. “It’s getting late,” he noted as he pocketed it. “Can I walk you home?”

You nod and pack away your things before standing up and walking across campus side by side with Evan. “Thank you for today, it was fun,” you say as you stand outside your dorm. “I’m really glad to have you here with me. It’s not so lonely because of you.”

Evan grins at you, reaching one arm out and hugging you once you stepped into his embrace. “The feeling is mutual,” he says and pulls away. “Promise.”

You shake your head as you grab your keys. “See you tomorrow?”

He nods. “If I can get my assignment done in the next three hours,” he joked and walked away.

You watch him for a few seconds before entering your room, tossing your bag onto your bed and grabbing your phone. “Shit,” you mumble when you realize that you never actually got back to Anakin.

Bailey, your roommate, walks in just as you raise your phone to your ear, and she gives you a smile as she quietly shuts the door behind her. “Hey,” she mouths, dropping her own bag onto her bed.

“Hi,” you say back as you listen to the phone ring a few times before it connected.

“Princess,” came Anakin’s voice. It was slurred a bit and you could hear loud music in the back, making your brows lift slightly. “What’s up?”

“Hi, Ani,” you say, unsure if he could even hear you. “I’m sorry I missed your call earlier, I got held up with something…are you at a party right now?”

There was a beat or two of just music before he answered. “A club, actually,”

“Oh,”

“Yeah,” and then he went quiet again for a few seconds. “Don’t worry about it, it’s fine.”

You nod even though he couldn’t see you, and you could feel Bailey’s gaze on you. “Okay, well, I feel bad about it, so I just wanted to call and see what you were up to,”

“Don’t feel bad,” he brushed you off, making your face fall a bit at how dismissive he sounded. “I gotta go, baby, I can barely hear you. I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?”

“Okay,” you agree, giving your roommate a reassuring smile when you notice her look of concern. “I love you.”

“You too,” he said and then the call ended.

Your heart skipped a beat at how quick that call was, and you dropped your hand with a quiet scoff. Part of you wished he left the club and stood outside of it to talk to you for a few more minutes, but he already sounded drunk. He must’ve been there for a while now, but you still felt a little hurt that he ended it so soon.

“You okay?” Bailey asked as she grabbed her bin for the shower.

While you didn’t know her very well, she seemed nice enough. You were sure you and her would become a lot closer the longer you roomed together, but for now you didn’t feel the need to tell her about your concerns. “Yeah, I’m good,” you say, smiling afterwards for good measure.

“Okay,” she smiled back, grabbing a towel. “I’m off to the showers.”

You nod and watch as she leaves the room again before looking back down at your phone. Chewing on your bottom lip, you type out a quick text before moving back against your headboard and grabbing your laptop, suddenly feeling inspired enough to start your short story.

Princess: I hope you’re having fun, Ani. I’m sorry again. I love you.

Anakin didn’t answer you and pocketed his phone before downing his third shot of the night. Liz was next to him at the bar while Vinny and Clara were off dancing, and Theo was a few stools down. “Hey,” she called over the loud music, making him lean closer to her in order to hear her better. “Have you ever gotten high?”

Anakin shook his head, the fast movement making his already dizzy head spin a bit more. “No, never,”

“Never?” She asked, shock lacing her tone as she took out a plastic bag from her purse. “Wow, your girlfriend really kept you on a short leash, huh?”

“I guess,” he said without really thinking over his words. “What is that?”

“Just a little something to make this night even more fun,” she smirked.

“How did you even get that in here?” He asked as she opened the bag and took out one of the little pills. “We were checked at the doors.”

She shrugged, “I have my ways. Want one?”

Anakin looked at the pill she held up, a teasing smile on her red lips and her brow raised. “No,” he shook his head, watching as she shrugged again and placed the pill on her tongue.

“Suit yourself,” she said as she put the bag back in her purse. “Dance with me.”

He couldn’t say anything before she grabbed his hand and another drink as she guided him towards the middle of the club. The place was packed and Anakin kept a firm hold on her hand as she made her way through the crowd of drunk people, still worried about her getting separated even in his near-drunk state.

She placed her hand on his shoulder and he kept his at his sides, making Liz roll her eyes. “Come on, Anakin,” she said over the music. “Dancing with me isn’t cheating.”

She held the drink up to his lips and he took more than a few sips from it before she finished it off and set it on a nearby table.

“Dance with me,” she said again, guiding his hands up until they were on her hips. “Have fun.”

Anakin squeezed her waist a bit as he felt his head spin from all the drinks he had before this. She moved their bodies to the music, a proud smirk on her lips as she slid her hands up and gripped his hair.

If he closed his eyes and let himself get lost inside his own head, he could imagine that it was you who he’s dancing with, and that it was your body that is pressed to his. Your hands that are tangled in his hair, pulling on it in the way you knew he loved.

She jumped and swayed against him, a laugh leaving her mouth at the dazed expression in his eyes. He had no idea how long they did that before she stilled her body and stared at him.

Liz leaned up and teased his lips with the tip of her nose before she turned around and pressed her back against his front. Her hands cover his that were still on her hips as she subtly ground back against him, making Anakin jolt back a bit at the same time Vinny slaps him lightly on his shoulder. “Hey, man,” he called out. “You doing okay? You seem a bit…wasted.”

Vinny eyed Liz, who just gave him an innocent smile as she reached up to fix her hair. “I think I am,” Anakin answered and Vinny nodded, wrapping his arm tighter around Clara’s waist.

“I think we’re done for tonight,” he said, mainly to Liz. “Come on, Anakin.”

Vinny took his forearm and began to pull Anakin towards the exit. “Are you coming?” Anakin asked Liz, who just shook her head.

“My nights just begun,” she said before Vinny fully tugged him away from her, nodding at Theo on his way out.

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Werewolf Boyfriend: Jacob Frye HCS

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✰- Author's Note: Hello, my assassins and templers this is my first AC story and I choose Jacob Frye since he's my favorite assassin from my favorite game. And since it's Halloween I decided to make Jacob Frye a werewolf because if he was a monster then he would definitely be a werewolf, I'm writing this from my phone late at night so there is no word count and who knows when I'll post this Remember to eat a meal or a snack, drink some water, get some fresh air, take your medicine, and remember that you are loved. If you loved this story remember to comment, click or tap that heart button, reblog with tags, and blaze if you can. Always remember to support your local writers. ♡♡♡

✰- Story Contains: Werewolf Jacob Frye, Fluff, Kissing, Gender neutral reader, protective Jacob, Romance, smut, violence, kissing, and long post.

✰- Posted: 11//2//2023

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Jacob Frye and Evie Frye the Frye twins who are werewolves and are from the brotherhood of monsters who work in the dark to protect the light. Jacob met you through the brotherhood and you told him what kind of monster you were and he found that fascinating, he found everything about you fascinating. He would always follow you around when with his tail wagging around him, excited to hear about your day or the mission he gets to go on with you. He's quite protective of you on these missions. Biting and clawing through any templers or enemies that dare try to hurt you.

Evie has to scold Jacob to not get distracted by you on these missions to never let missions interfere with the missions. But she quickly drops what she is saying whenever Jacob brings up Henry Green. But she still wishes for Jacob to stay focused so that he doesn't get hurt, she loves and cares about her brother. So she hopes that you are watching out for him when he gets distracted which you do have Jacob's back.

Jacob loves to lay across your lap as you run your fingers through his head. He just loves your head and back scratches. They feel like heaven to him, sometimes he'll fall asleep on you and you are just stuck there with him laying on you. At least he's warm so you eventually fall asleep and Evie or Edward come across you both and just chuckle at this adorable sight of how you to look falling asleep together on the couch.

Jacob loves to do combat training with you. But will do his best to go easy on you. He won't go to fast or rough but he also won't go to slow or soft. You are both assassins after all so no need to treat each other like glass. But Jacob loves to pin you down that it's awkward when people walk in especially Evie and Arno who were going use the training room.

" That whole silver bullet thing is just a bunch of rubbish. " Jacob would say before biting and tearing into the necks of a blighters and a templer who decided to mess with. You sat there on top of some boxes watching your werewolf lover just devour and shred a bunch of blighters and the templer. Giving him a bath wouldn't be easy but you did enjoy watching this scene.

He likes to sniff you a lot which means you can't hide anything from him. Because he'll sniff it out even when you aren't in a room anymore, he'll know you are there so whenever you hide from him. He'll know where to find him. Once you wanted to take a nap without him because it was too hot to cuddle with him. So you went somewhere else to nap, you told Evie to tell Jacob that you were out doing errands. She tried to tell you something but you quickly walked away. And before you knew it when you woke up feeling hot and aweaty. There was Jacob asleep right next to you and not letting go. You eventually gave up and just bought a fan.

Jacob will go out of his way to make sex with you amazing especially when he's in heat. He wants to have your back pressed against his chest as he pounds into you. His hand gripping your neck as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear. His thumb pressing against your tongue. Biting and licking your neck wanting to leave marks so people know who you belong to.

Never will let you go or let anyone hurt you.

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hornyfor-redacted-onmain · 3 months

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Date Day Pt. 1

Pieces of My Heart - Chapter 16 Stray Kids OT8 x reader, Soulmate AU

Masterlist | Next Part

From the moment you woke up, you felt the need to pee. Your efforts of vacating the bed to make it to the bathroom was made a little complicated by the two sets of arms wrapped around you (and in the case of Jisung, the body currently resting half on top of you), but you managed to make your way out of it by rolling Jisung off of you and in the middle of the small cuddle puddle taking place.

Chan was forced to dislodge his grip on you, but Jisung immediately took advantage of the sudden lack of warmth to latch onto the leader with a soft whine. Chan only cracked open an eye to take stock of the situation, and you gave him a quick thumbs up before running out of the room.

After peeing, you came back to find both guys still asleep and cuddled together. You weren’t tired enough to go back to sleep, so you decided to let them be. You grabbed your phone and made your way out into the living room. You scrolled through your phone for a bit, checking messages and emails and sending a quick message to your parents, only to find out they were still awake.

You decided to call them before they went to bed.

“Hi sweetheart,” Your mom said when she answered.

Your dad peeked his head from the corner of the screen. “Hey, about time you called.”

You pouted. “I’ve been busy!”

“Too busy with those soulmates of yours to say hi to your own father?”

“Daaaad.”

Your mom let out a laugh, pushing away your dad so she was the only one on screen. “Ignore him. He’s just missing you.”

“I miss you guys too,” You told her, and she gave you a soft smile in return.

The two of you chatted, getting caught up on anything new that had happened since you left, which wasn’t much but still made you feel like you had never left at all. It was a comfort to know that the distance wasn’t going to change anything.

It was almost half an hour later that you finally hung up, letting the sudden deafening silence of the dorms wash over you with a sigh. You closed your eyes and leaned back onto the couch, and you must have dozed off because you suddenly jolted awake at the feeling of hands on your cheeks.

“You’re going to hurt your neck if you sleep like this,” Changbin warned you, tilting your head forward.

True to his words, you felt an ache in your neck, and you let out a groan. He allowed you to rest your forehead against his chest as he softly rubbed the muscles in your neck and shoulders, and you were tempted to doze back to sleep at his touch, but there was a soft shuffling sound from the hallway, and you pulled away to see who it was.

Hyunjin looked like he was still half asleep, and you were surprised he was even awake before noon. He practically threw himself onto the couch next to you, immediately pulling you away from Changbin to use you as a pillow. Changbin snorted in amusement.

“What are you doing awake so early?” He wondered, moving out of his squat to stretch his legs.

Hyunjin swiped his hand across your arm and watched through half lidded eyes as it left a trail of inky black that began to quickly fade. “I need time to get ready for our date.”

“The museum doesn’t open until 11,” You pointed out, reaching for your phone. “You have … 4 hours until then.”

“Trust me, he might need more,” Changbin teased.

Hyunjin threw one of the couch pillows at him, but when the rapper dodged, he was left with nothing else to retaliate with, so he quickly gave up. Changbin snickered, making his way towards the kitchen.

You ran your fingers through Hyunjin’s hair for the next few minutes, feeling the dancer slowly relax against you, and while you were tempted to allow him to fall back asleep (really, who needed 4 hours to get ready?), you knew that he would have never woken up this early without reason.

You poked his cheek softly. “Hyunnie.”

“Hmm?”

“C’mon. I thought you wanted to get ready.”

“Mmmm.”

“Want me to make you some coffee?”

At the mention of coffee, Hyunjin seemed to perk up, rising up from his half-slumped state to give you a wide eyed but still slightly glazed look. “Coffee?”

“Way ahead of you,” Changbin said.

He walked out of the kitchen with two cups of coffee. One of them he handed over to the now very much awake blond next to you, and the other he carefully handed to you to make sure it didn’t spill. You gave him a smile, and he allowed you to pull him close enough to press a kiss to his lips in thanks.

When you eventually drifted back towards Chan’s bedroom, you found the leader gone and Jisung hugging a pillow, still completely asleep. You sat down next to him and carted your fingers through his hair, swiping the back of your hand down his cheek, and when he still didn’t stir, you poked him. Nothing. It was only when you whispered his name that Jisung began to stir, blinking slowly as he woke up.

“Wha-?”

“It’s time to get up.”

“Noooo,” Jisung whined, rolling over.

You giggled. “No? What do you mean no?”

“It’s too early!”

“Hmm, maybe you just need some incentive,” You teased, wiggling your fingers menacingly towards his sides.

At the threat of being tickled, Jisung flinched back. You only tickled him for a second as he squirmed before you pulled back, and when youu started to laugh at him, Jisung used the opportunity to roll on top of you, fingers now pressed up against your own sides.

You squealed in warning, trying to throw him off, but Jisung was deceptively strong, his weight pressing down on your stomach and preventing you from pushing him off. Instead, you tried to swat his hands away from your body, but he just grabbed your wrists and pinned them to the bed.

“Not so fun when it’s you, huh?”

You let out another yelp as he managed to hold both of your arms down with one hand, and started to tickle. You let out a yell for help in between laughs, but Jisung pressed his lips against yours to silence you. You snorted so hard that it hurt your throat, and he pulled away with a laugh of his own.

“Chan! Chan, help!”

“Chan won’t be able to help you now,” Jisung teased.

You gasped. “Chan?! No honorifics?!”

“I’m not scared of him.”

“Scared of who?”

Chan walked in with messy hair and a confused look on his face. No longer tickling you, you were sure the two of you made quite the sight, Jisung still on top of you and your faces inches apart, but he didn’t seem bothered at the sight. Or maybe he wasn’t worried about interrupting, since all you could feel was amusement, fondness, and glee that he could no doubt identify himself.

Jisung froze at the sight of his Hyung, and you let a smirk slowly grow across your face. “Hey Channie. Want to hear something really funny?”

“Nope!”

Jisung threw himself off you and ran out of the room before you could snitch on him, and you let out another giggle as his once tough bravo disappeared so easily. Chan, still confused, walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed.

“Did you call for me earlier?”

“Ah, don’t worry about it.”

“Hmm.”

He motioned for you to move over, and he laid down next to you with a sigh. You lay on your side, and Chan turned his head so that he could look at you, one brow raising in amusement. “Can I help you?”

“You’re pretty when you wake up,” You murmured, reaching out to flatten part of his hair that was sticking up. “Messy, but cute.”

“You’re cuter,” He corrected, and he turned his face away so you couldn’t see his face, but you had a feeling he was blushing. “You’re going with Hyunjin and Felix to the museum today, right?”

“Yup. We don’t have to leave for a while though, we can have breakfast together.”

“Sure. I’m planning on heading to the studio today.”

“Never a day off in your life, is there?”

Chan rolled over so that you were now facing each other, and he placed his hand against your cheek. “You ever want to spend a day off with me, all you have to do is ask, sweetheart.”

“Charmer,” You drawled, pressing a kiss to his palm. You then pushed his hand away so you could sit up, stretching your arms above your head.

“Guess we should get up.”

“Yeah. You want to take a shower first?”

“Nah, you go first. I’m going to get started on breakfast.”

“Okay.”

Chan watched you with fond eyes as you leaned in close to press a kiss to his lips, and you found yourself lingering a little longer than you should have. What was supposed to be a quick peck ended up turning into a full-blown make-out session, your hands holding you up as you hovered above him, lips moving softly against one another while his own palms burned against your hips, thumbs rubbing circles against your skin. You only managed to force yourself away when his phone began to buzz.

He chased your lips and you let out a laugh. “You should answer that.”

“Hmm, I really should.”

One last kiss, this time for real, and you were out the bedroom door before you could convince yourself to skip breakfast and spend the morning in bed with Chan. Jisung nearly bumped into you as you passed by the bathroom, his hair wet from his freshly finished shower, and you steadied him as you walked past, preventing yourself from getting distracted again.

By the time you managed to scrap something together for breakfast, all 4 of the boys had gotten ready and joined you at the table, although Hyunjin remained in his overly expensive looking pajamas, claiming he didn’t want to ruin the ‘surprise’ of his date outfit.

The effort was nice, but it was a bit ruined when Felix showed up shortly after you all finished, looking like he had just finished a photoshoot. While his outfit was fairly casual, a soft blue sweater vest over a long-sleeved white button down that was tucked into his jeans, he somehow managed to make it look elegant.

If your mouth was left hanging for longer than socially acceptable when you opened the door, he didn��t mention it, although the way he smirked let you know he was more than aware.

“You’re early,” You finally mentioned, accepting his hug after you finished ogling him.

“I had something I wanted to talk to Chan about,” He said, glancing over his shoulder. “Speak of the devil.”

Chan gave Felix a once over as he joined the two of you at the entrance. “I want her back by 10,” He joked, and you rolled your eyes at the two of them.

“Yes, sir,” Felix said, playing along.

“Oh my god, you two.” You held back a laugh. The two Aussies shared a laugh of their own, and you pushed past them to the door. “Okay, that’s my cue to leave.”

“Hey, me and Jinnie will pick you up in an hour,” Felix reminded you.

“I know this is supposed to be a date, but you don’t actually have to pick me up at my front door you know.”

“Aww, does this mean I won’t get my end of the date kiss?” He teased.

“Well, if a kiss is what you’re aiming for, I’m afraid you’ve been beaten by, like, half of the members,” You said, giving Chan a side eye.

Felix gasped in fake shock. “They kissed you without dinner first? How scandalous.”

Now it was Chan’s turn to roll his eyes, and you took the cue to leave the boys to whatever it was they needed to deal with. You gave Felix a quick kiss on the cheek before you left.

“One hour.”

You smiled. “See you then.”

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luvangelbreak · 3 months

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Deprived | Twelve

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 matthew sturniolo x layla venita (female!oc) summary: everyone knows the story of the bad boy and the good girl but what happens when the school's most popular boy, Matthew Sturniolo, and the girl who notoriously is never there, Layla Venita, cross paths. warnings: swearing, smoking (cigarettes), suggestive word count: 3.6k a/n: angst incoming y'all! pls don't kill me.

pov: layla

I woke up to the sun beaming through the curtains making me pull the covers over my face to shield my eyes from the bright light. It took me a moment to register where I was, the unfamiliar surroundings throwing me off. I moved the strands of hair that were stuck to my face as I pulled the covers off of my head again. The cold air nipped at my skin and I shimmied further down the covers only to realise something was holding me in place.

I lifted up the covers to see an arm slung across my torso and I turned my head to look behind me, Matt completely passed out behind me. His hair was a mess on top of his head and his mouth hung open as the right side of his face was smushed against the pillow. I turned my head back so it lined up with the rest of my body, my right arm slightly numb from laying on it.

I reached my left arm forward carefully, tapping on Matt's phone to check the time. It was 6 am and school didn't start for another hour and a half so I decided I wouldn't get up yet. I unplugged Matt's phone after noticing it was fully charged and I quickly plugged my own in, moving slowly so as to not wake him up.

I slid my arm back under the covers, the cold air making my hair stand up and goosebumps covered my body. I shifted my right arm from under me but I accidentally slid backwards into the small dip in the bed where Matt was lying, my back falling against his chest. I felt him shift behind me before he wrapped his arm further around me, pulling me closer to him.

My breath hitched in my throat when his waist connected with my ass and the imprint of his dick was pressed against me. I held my breath, praying that he wouldn't wake up and I could get out of this position before he realised what he was doing. I lay frozen for a moment, my breathing shallow as I looked around the room trying to think of the best way to escape.

I heard him hum lowly from behind me and I quickly turned my head in panic only to let out a breath of relief when I noticed he was still dead asleep. His hips shifted against me again and I pursed my lips, heat travelling to my cheeks. I was sure I looked as red as a tomato and I ignored the fire igniting in my stomach, knowing he was asleep and had no idea what he was doing.

His arm shifted up, laying directly beneath my boobs and I bit my lip. Part of me wished he was awake and was doing this on purpose but since I knew that he wasn't, I pushed his arm back down slightly. He once again shifted his hips against me before letting out a quiet groan and I let out a heavy breath, refusing to let my mind travel to dirty thoughts that were threatening to invade my brain.

I heard footsteps travel up the stairs and in a panic, I pulled the covers back up over my body to hide the fact he was practically wrapped around me. I closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep when I heard a quiet knock on the door before the door opened. I kept my eyes closed, not daring to check who it was as they walked into the room. After a few moments, I heard the door close again as footsteps travelled down the stairs again.

I peeked my eyes open, letting out a sigh of relief when I realised no one was in the room again and Matt's grip around me tightened. I let out a heavy breath, realising that I wouldn't get out of this position without waking him up. I turned my head to look at him again before whispering, "Matthew."

"Hmm," he hummed back and I used my left hand to tap his arm.

"Matthew, wake up," I said a little louder and he shifted against me once again. I pursed my lips, heat travelling between my legs as I now felt his morning wood pressed against me, "Pretty boy, get up."

"Nuh-uh," he mumbled, his eyes still clamped shut.

"Matt," I tapped his arm once again, "You've trapped me in."

"Hm?" he hummed and I sighed, throwing my head back onto the pillow. I waited a few moments before I felt him shift behind me again. I used that opportunity to quickly lift up his arm and slide off the bed. I looked back once I stood up to see he had fallen back asleep.

I shook my head, before creeping to the door, swinging it open before I walked down the hallway. I saw a door open down the hallway and I peeped around the corner, sighing in relief once I realised it was the bathroom. I flicked the light on, closing the door behind me before locking it.

I peed as fast as possible, the cold air making me shiver with my minimal clothing on. I flushed the toilet, washing my hands with warm water to attempt to heat myself up a little bit. I opened the door before I let out a small yelp when I noticed someone stood in front of me.

"Please tell me you have pants on," Nick spoke tiredly and I let my mouth hang open before I nodded.

I lifted up the shirt to show him I had shorts on before saying, "They're Allie's. They were the only shorts Matt said he had for me to sleep in."

"Could've asked me for shorts. At least they would cover your ass," he chuckled and I pulled the shirt down over my ass as I walked past him.

"Good thing I have a long-ass shirt on," I called quietly as I walked back down the hallway, hearing him chuckle to himself before closing the bathroom door behind him. I quickly slipped back into Matt's room, spinning around and closing the door quietly.

"Where did you go?" I heard Matt mumbled from the bed and I turned around to see he was tiredly sitting up against the headboard.

"Bathroom," I answered, goosebumps covering my skin, "What time do you guys leave for school?"

"Like quarter past seven. It only takes five minutes to get there," he explained before a yawn escaped his mouth and I nodded, standing awkwardly beside the door, "You good?"

"Uh yeah. Just cold," I answered honestly and he looked at me in amusement before flipping up the corner of the covers, patting the spot next to him.

"Good thing we don't have to leave for another hour," he smirked and I rolled my eyes, trudging back over to the bed and placing myself next to him. I pulled the covers over my cold body, sliding further down the bed to cover myself fully.

"Nick said he had shorts I could've worn last night," I told him as I looked up at him and he just stared down at me.

"Those ones are fine," he shrugged and I squinted my eyes at him.

"My ass is out, Matthew," I deadpanned and he smirked down at me.

"Like I said, they're fine," he pursed his lips, attempting to hide his smile and I shook my head.

"Maybe if you gave me better-fitting shorts you wouldn't have been grinding on my ass before you woke up," I called him out, biting my lip to suppress my giggle and his eyes went wide.

"What?" he sat up further and I let a small chuckle escape my lips, "Are you fucking with me?"

I shook my head, sliding the covers up to hide the smile on my lips as I mumbled, "Nope."

"Oh my fucking god," he mumbled, placing his head in his hands out of embarrassment and I smiled up at him.

"Hey," I grabbed his wrist and pushed one of his hands away from his face, "It's fine. I don't mind."

"I'm sorry," he gave me an apologetic smile and I smiled.

"Why? Nothing to apologise for," I shrugged as I smirked at him. I pulled my arm back under the covers again before mumbling, "Fuck it's cold in your house."

"Come here," he held out his right arm, creating a space for me to lay beside him. I hesitated, looking up at him before deciding I'd rather be feeling his warmth than freezing my tits off right now.

I shimmied closer to him, laying my head on his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around my shoulders. I didn't know where to place my right hand and made it obvious by shifting it around awkwardly. He grabbed my hand, placing it on his torso and I bit my lip, the close proximity feeling so unfamiliar to me.

"You're really hot," I mumbled and he chuckled, making me look up at him, "Not like that, jackass."

"Thanks, pretty girl," he reached his hand up, ruffling my hair lightly and I swatted it away.

"What time are you gonna get up?" I asked, resuming my hand back to his stomach and he placed his hand on my back.

"I don't get up till like six forty-five," he told me and I nodded, a comfortable silence falling between us. The light of the sun shone through the curtains that were slightly open and the birds chirping outside brought me a sense of peace.

"I have to leave at six forty-five in order to get to school on time," I told him and he hummed.

"I told you I can pick you up," he answered and I started playing with the lint on his wife-beater.

"I don't wanna bother you guys," I mumbled as I shifted my head up higher to a more comfortable position, feeling content from his body heat keeping me warm.

"You're never a bother," he said quietly before his thumb moved in circles on my back, "I think Nick and Chris are really coming around."

"Mia's not," I stated the obvious and he fell silent for a moment, causing me to look up at him, "I like Allie though and Nate seems cool."

"Mia's just Mia. She'll come around eventually," he shrugged, not seeming confident in his words and I chewed on my lip once again. He looked down at me, reaching his left hand around from behind his head and pulled my lip out of my teeth.

"Why do you keep doing that?" I asked once his hand pulled away from my lip.

"Because I don't want you to make yourself bleed again," he answered and I hummed, leaning my head back on his shoulder. There was a knock on the door and Matt called, "What?"

The door swung open to reveal his mother who was dressed and ready for the day. I pulled away from Matt but he pulled me back onto him as Mary-Lou spoke, "Just checking you're awake. Good morning, Layla."

"Morning," I smiled at her awkwardly and I left my hand off of Matt's stomach as to not make it more awkward.

"I'm going to work. Don't be late to school," she said grabbing the door handle, "Love you."

"Love you too, Mom. See you later!" Matt called as she closed the door and I pursed my lips looking up at him, "What?"

"That was so awkward," I frowned and he smiled down at me.

"No, it wasn't. My mom doesn't care," he shrugged, my head bobbing with his shoulder and I rolled my eyes with a sigh, "If she did she would've said something. It's fine, Layls."

"You're parents seem nice," I mumbled, placing my arm back over his stomach, now becoming more comfortable being this close to him. Dare I say, I enjoyed it.

"Yeah, they're pretty cool. They work a lot but I know it's for our benefit. Nothing I can complain about," he answered quietly and I hummed before I heard a phone alarm go off down the hallway, "Time to get ready."

"Who's alarm was that?" I asked as I pulled away from him, the loss of contact making me feel heavy.

"Chris's. He wakes up 30 minutes before we leave," he explained and I nodded, sliding off of the bed. The cold air once again nipped at my skin as I walked over to my clothes that were in a pile on the floor. I reached down, picking up my pants and shirt before I turned around to see Matt sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at me with an unreadable expression.

"What?" I asked as I threw my clothes on the bed beside him and he smirked at me before he shook his head.

"You just look pretty," he answered quietly and I bit the inside of my cheek, running a hand through my hair.

"I guess now you've seen me when I first wake up in the morning," I responded sarcastically, thinking back to our conversation at Down's when he took the photo of me.

"And I was right," he answered, standing up from the bed. He stretched his arms behind his head, his shirt riding up to reveal the lightning bolt tattoos once again. I quickly looked away, walked over to the bedside table and checked my phone, "I'm gonna go have a shower. You can grab breakfast if you want. I'm sure Nick's already in the kitchen so he can show you where everything is."

With that, he walked out of the bedroom and I heard the bathroom door close and the shower started seconds after. I quickly changed into my jeans before sliding on my shoes. I left Matt's shirt on, the heater now being on so it wasn't cold enough to wear my long-sleeved shirt.

I exited the room, leaving my phone on charge as I walked down to the kitchen. As Matt said, Nick was sitting on barstools behind the island eating cereal.

"Nice to see you with pants on again," Nick joked and I rolled my eyes with a smile.

"I had shorts on," I defended and he hummed locking his phone and placing it on the counter in front of him.

"You want anything for breakfast?" he asked, scooping more cereal into his mouth. I heard footsteps trail down the stairs before Chris walked past me without a word, going directly to the fridge and pulling out a Pepsi, immediately downing it. He only wore sweatpants and no shirt making me realise he didn't have any tattoos.

"Is that Matt's?" he asked while pointing to the shirt I was wearing, his voice raspy letting me know he had just woken up as well as his hair pointing in different directions.

"Uh," I looked down at the shirt before looking up at him, "Yeah."

"Weird," he mumbled before spinning around and grabbing himself a bowl, "You want cereal?"

"Sure," I shrugged, feeling awkward being left alone with Nick and Chris without the backup of Matt or Allie. I still didn't know if they liked me or maybe they were just pretending for Matt's sake and it made me feel out of place in their home.

He grabbed another bowl for me, pouring the Froot Loops into both bowls before grabbing milk and filling the bowl up. He slid the bowls across the island before grabbing two spoons and rounding the counter. He sat to the right of Nick and I gave him a thankful smile before sitting on Nick's left.

"Nick!" I heard Matt call from the top of the stairs before his heavy footsteps trailed down the stairs, "Where is my grey shirt?"

"Why the fuck would I know?" Nick responded and I lifted my head up from the bowl, looking past Nick to see Matt standing at the bottom of the stairs in nothing but his jeans. His hair was wet and I noticed he decided not to shave again, the scruff on his face making him look even hotter. I looked him up and down, his eyes not leaving Nick in annoyance as I scanned him.

"Because you did the laundry last," Matt answered like it was obvious and Nick groaned, turning around to look at him.

"Then look in the fucking dryer, Matt. I don't keep track of everyone's clothes and their whereabouts," Nick answered, his tone short and I assumed it was because it was early in the morning. Matt rolled his eyes, running back up the stairs and my eyes trailed his movements before he was out of sight.

"You are not subtle, Layls," Chris spoke with a smirk and I turned my attention to him.

"What?" I asked, pure confusion on my face and he chuckled to himself.

"You just looked at him like you're gonna eat him whole," Chris said matter-of-factly and I bit my lip looking down at my bowl before taking another scoop into my mouth.

"I did not," I grumbled, quickly finishing the rest of my cereal. I stood up, placing my bowl in the sink before I turned to face them, "I'm gonna go finish getting ready."

"I'm sure that's what you're gonna do," Chris answered teasingly as I made my way to the stairs, throwing up a middle finger as I trudged up the stairs. I heard him chuckle behind me as I stopped at Matt's door.

I knocked on the door, hearing a quiet 'come in' before I opened the door. He was now dressed fully in the grey shirt he was looking for, tying his laces on his white air forces.

"It's supposed to be snowing today," he spoke as I walked towards my bag. He stood up, opening his curtains to reveal that it was already snowing.

"Fuck," I mumbled, picking up my long sleeve shirt, realising that I would be freezing since I just had my long sleeve shirt and leather jacket.

"You want a hoodie?" he asked and I turned to look at him, "I don't want you to get hypothermia in just a shirt and jacket."

"Are you sure?" I asked hesitantly and he nodded, walking over to his wardrobe and pulling out a black lyrical lemonade hoodie. He threw it to me, catching me by surprise and I dropped it onto the floor, giving him an unimpressed look, "You're the athlete here. Give me a warning next time."

"Sorry," he snickered as he grabbed his letterman jacket, sliding it on, "I'm gonna go eat and I'll wait downstairs."

"Okay," I gave him a nod as he exited the room, closing the door behind him again. I quickly slid off his shirt, throwing it on his bed before I slid on my own long-sleeve shirt. I slipped on his hoodie and I was glad he wore oversized things a lot because if it was a size smaller, it would be too tight for my liking.

I took my phone off charge, sliding it into the pocket of my jeans before sliding on my leather jacket and picking my bag up off the floor. I walked over to the full-body mirror, seeing that my hair was a mess. I sighed, throwing it into a high ponytail to keep it out of my face.

I grabbed my eyeliner out of my bag, quickly scribbling it onto my eyes and smudging it with my finger. I then looked around for my mascara, only to realise I forgot to put it in my bag yesterday. I groaned, deciding I'd have to go without it and deal with the mascaras left over from the day before.

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We arrived at school at 7:20 am, giving us 10 minutes to do nothing while we waited for our first classes of the day. Nate and Allie pulled into the parking space next to us moments after we arrived and I slid the door open, jumping out quickly.

"Hey!" Allie said excitedly and I gave her a smile, pulling out my cigarettes and lighting the end of one of them. I walked towards the back of the car so I didn't make the minivan smell like smoke, "Is that Matt's hoodie?"

"Yeah. I stayed there last night and I didn't have a hoodie with me," I explained and she hummed, adjusting her own puffer jacket with a grin on her lips.

"I'm freezing my ass off. I'll see you inside," she said quickly before bolting towards the school. The snow fell on my face and I slid my hood on, the scent of Matt's cologne hitting me when I adjusted the hoodie.

"You coming in?" Chris asked as he began walking backwards and I nodded.

"Gonna finish this first," I answered holding up the cigarette in my hand before he nodded, spinning around. His brothers followed behind and Nate gave me a nod before following after them. I quickly finished my cigarette, not wanting to be out in the snow longer than I needed to.

I stomped it into the ground before making my way inside the school. I walked down the hall, seeing a small crowd of people around the lockers and I frowned. I saw Matt, Chris, Nick, Nate and Allie all standing in a line looking towards where my locker was.

"What's going on?" I asked as I walked up behind them and Allie quickly spun around.

"I need to go to the bathroom. Come with me," she spoke so quickly I barely registered her words making me frown.

"What?" I looked at her suspiciously and Matt turned around. I used that as an opportunity to slide past him and see what they were all looking at. My jaw dropped when I looked at my locker, all eyes turning to me as I stood frozen.

"Who did that?" Nate said quietly and my eyebrows furrowed, letting out a heavy breath.

"I have an idea," Nick grumbled from beside me and I looked around the hall, everyone looking at me with either pity or giggling at my humility.

"Layls," Matt placed his hand on my shoulder softly, "We'll get rid of it."

I sighed, pushing through everyone as I speed-walked down the hallway and shoved my way into the bathroom. I quickly closed the stall door behind me, sitting down on the closed lid of the toilet as I placed my head in my hands. My mind flashed to the writing on the locker, my chest tightening from the pain of the words hatefully written in black Sharpie.

Slut. Ran through. Not even your own mother wants you.

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the-dawn-star · 1 year

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I am now invested with yandere alec with a cinnamon roll reader so I have some request for you! Maybe when her stuffies finally come in through mail or something she is so excited and she starts introducing alec to all her stuffy which have names!!!! She can also paint alec so pictures when he's gone and he comes back while she is asleep and sees them then she wakes up and freaks out cause they were supposed to be a gift. Maybe the Romanians come and steal her and he finds her all hurt I need some more possessive/protective alec in my life! Thank you for listening hope you have a lovley week!

A/N: Hi! I'm so sorry that this took so long. My school ended and I was stressed and in general not feeling well mentally. Again, This is movie Alec, not the 11-year-old book Alec!!!

-S

+500ish words.

TW: posessiveness, not good stuff, a bit of talk about bruises, and again this is not okay!!!

You had waited for this day for weeks. Finally, a massive box from Forks came to your and Alec’s room.

Alec was somewhere in the castle working so you had at least a few hours before Alec would get back to your room.

You opened the box and started to pick each one of them up with care and put them down to your bed into a straight line.

When Alec got back to your room, he was shocked with the fact that most of the bed was covered in stuffies.

“Oh! You are back, that’s great, my stuffies came and I wanted to introduce you to them.”

You took Alec’s hand and pulled him to the bed, starting to name all the stuffies, telling a full-on story about each stuffed animal’s past and wishes.

At the end Alec remembered one or two names and was so tired with it all that he would go to sleep if he could.

Alec had to beg you to put some of the stuffies to the ground so you would have enough space to sleep (also he needs the space so he can cuddle with you while you are falling asleep).

At the end you and Alec were cuddled into a small corner of the bed while Alec was spooning you from behind and you were holding your favorite stuffed animal.

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Alec had gone on a mission with some other guards.

And of course, you were bored. So bored that you started to doodle. And you doodled some more and more and more until you fell asleep mostly covered by stuffies.

You woke up the next morning feeling cold arms around you.

“Hi.” You said, turning around to face your boyfriend.

“Hey..., why didn’t you tell me you were so good at drawing?” Alec wanted his words to be encouraging but instead you jumped out of the bed and ran to your desk covered in your doodles.

“You looked at them?!” You asked, clearly freaked out.

“I mean, you didn’t really hide them, did you.” Alec responded and got up from the bed.

“Yeah, but you weren’t supposed to come home today!”

You bickered to each other for the next 20 minutes until Alec apologized and kissed your cheek. (The man apologizes first every single time you fight.)

~~~

You were taken by the Romanians.

You weren’t sure what the reason was, but you knew that this wouldn’t end well for them if Alec was the one to decide that.

Your lip was bleeding, and you had some minor bruising but overall you were doing okay.

Outside the room you were kept in started to rattle. And with every second it got closer and closer to your holding place.

Your stay hadn’t been the worst, actually the Romanians were mostly really funny, if not a bit blood thirsty.

Alec basically ran into your room. You stood up and Alec walked to you scanning your body for anything acute.

“Did they hurt you?” Alec asked, pulling you to a gentle hug.

“No, they weren’t too bad,” you said with a smile on your face.

“Good, but don’t think that you will be leaving the castle ever again, actually forget that you aren’t leaving our room ever again...” Alec’s eyes were raven black and without a question he picked you up into his arms.

#the volturi x reader #the volturi coven #the volturi guard #the volturi #the twilight renaissance #the twilight series #the twilight saga #alec volturi x you #alec x reader #alec volturi x reader #alec volturi #yandere hcs #yandere twilight

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rvbysrorld · 1 year

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Sleeptalk

Pairing: Matt Murdock x reader

Warnings:starts with fluff but quickly turns very angsty. Elektra. Talk of s3 matt, but this is set after s3.

Matt sleep talks.

He doesn’t think he does.

But he does.

At first it was cute. Incoherent words jumbled with soft snores and adorable mumbles. The first time it happened it was 11:37pm on a Tuesday night, just after Matt got home from work and finally had time to relax. You two were watching a movie, not one of Matt’s preferred ways to pass time, but he’d rather spend time with you while listening to a movie, than to be without you fighting bad guys in the middle of the night.

You two were sitting beside each other with a few Blankets draped over your legs and torsos. Matt’s arm was wrapped around your shoulders lightly, just so he could feel that you were still there. You got just over half way into the movie when you noticed Matt dozing off. His head continuously drooping back onto the back of the couch until he would shake himself awake and his head would shoot up and his eyes would fly open. You watched him with adoration in your eyes for a few seconds until you decided that it would be best if he gets some rest.

You tried to manoeuvre his body so he was resting against your chest. But when you tried to move him his eyes opened and he took a sharp breath in as he woke.

“Shhhh Matty it’s alright, I’m just gonna lay you down so you can get some sleep.” You whispered.

It took him a minute to get his surroundings in check but when he did he laid flat on your chest with his face smushed in between your breasts.

“Mm’ wasnt sleeping..” he mumbled.

“Don’t lie to me matty, I know you’re tired”

You ran your fingers threw his soft brown hair until he started to snore. Then, after you heard him start to mumble into the fabric of your shirt.

“What was that honey?” You whisper

He continued to mumble and whisper incoherent phrases and you thought he was waking up until-

“Mm…I love you.” And then it stopped.

Wait, is he asleep..?

Your heart skipped a beat and stuttered until you calmed yourself down automatically, not wanting to risk waking him up. You run your hands through Matt’s brown hair, watching it turn a light shade of red and orange when the light hit it. You then kissed him on the forehead and whispered “I love you too matt”. In the morning Matt totally ignored and disregarded everything you said when you tried to tell him what happened the night before.

“No y/n. I don’t sleeptalk.”

“I heard it”

“No you didn’t babe.”

The one other time Matt sleep talked was a little different. It was 12am on a Monday. You had gotten home after Matt, a rare occurrence in the Murdock house hold. Foggy always tries to get matt to go home early on days where he knows matt stayed up all night daredevil-ing. He sees the bags under his eyes and the way he has to feel a line in a report over and over again because he keeps losing focus. Some nights he even falls asleep at his desk. But he never leaves unless he it utterly exhausted. Like tonight.

He had been dozing off at his desk and hadn’t even heard foggy open the door and walk into the room until he tapped Matt on the shoulder. Matt jumped awake and held his hands out in a fighting position, ready for any potential enemies or threats. But when he smelled the almost suffocating scent of foggys aftershave that Matt was forced to get used to, he relaxed.

“Hey buddy..” foggy says awkwardly, his eyes wide from the confusing interaction. “You gotta go home.”

“I’m fine foggy-“

“I wasn’t asking.”

So he went home. And immediately after entering the door he just managed to walk down the hallway before collapsing on the red futon and passing out completely.

And when you got home, that’s exactly what you saw. His back against the couch, his legs and arms splayed every which way, and his head tilted back with his mouth hanging open. How angelic you thought. You approached him and looked for any open wounds or bruises, something that would cause him to pass out like this, but after some time you nailed it down to one answer. Exhaustion.

You tried to move him so his head was up and his arm and legs were under his favourite thick blanket. You were walking towards the kitchen when you heard the familiar sound of Matt mumbling in his sleep. You continued walking to the kitchen and started making him some dinner for when he wakes up. Also silently listening to him and chuckling whenever you managed to catch a few familiar words he said in his sleep. You were dicing up carrots when you heard it.

“Elektra…Baby.”

You stopped what you were doing immediately. Elektra died…three years ago. You helped Matt make it out of the pit of depression he was in when it happened and after it all ended, he told you he loved you. As much as you tried to get him to open up to you about it, he wouldn’t budge telling you he was fine and he is just happy you are with him. But now it seems clear it was all a lie. Matt still loved her. He never called you baby, always sweetheart or honey, never baby. She was baby. A groan and the creak of the sofa brought you out of your thoughts.

“Sweetheart? What’s wrong? Your hearts beating faster than normal.”

You look up at him and although he can’t see them, you find yourself trying to hide the tears in your eyes.

“Nothing Matt.”

He looks sceptical for a moment but then he replies

“Alright…I’m gonna take a shower ok? Call if you need anything” he starts to walk off but pauses and turns around to face me “are you sure you’re alright?”

“Yeah honey…of course” you confirm.

He nods and walks off. And you find yourself praying to god that he never sleeptalks again.

#matt murdock fluff #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock fanfic #matt murdock one shot #matt murdock #daredevil

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workingforthewidow · 9 months

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Woah look at me actually posting 2 things within the same month lol- this is a part 2 to the Otis fic i posted a few days ago. You don’t HAVE to read it to understand this but it does help! I have honestly fallen in love with Otis and his Princess so I might start doing small one-shots in this universe so if you have any ideas or request let me know!

Warnings: as stated reader is in deep for Otis like so much Stockholm syndrome going on. Slight smut. Reference to non-con. This is Otis we are talking about so he can be a warning himself. But also OOC Otis like he’s super sweet but still in an Otis way. Blood. Lots of blood. Killing people. Knives. If there’s any major i missed please let me know! But yeah- don’t like it don’t read it.

She/her pronouns for reader. I tried to keep descriptions to a minimum, did mention pulling readers hair a lot but I mean i pull my husbands hair a lot and he has short hair so yeah.

18+

Word count 3,698. Link to part 1

She woke up to hear steady soft snores in her ear and the feeling of shallow sleepy breaths under her. A long pale arm wrapped around her waist held her securely to him. He stayed. He really stayed this time like he promised. Usually he was gone by the time she woke up. Maybe it was still night and she had just woken too early. But she could see the rays of light streaming in from the window. It was morning for sure. She lifted her head as much as she could and luckily she could see the clock on the wall. One of his few gifts to her. He wouldn’t give her a calendar but he at least got her the clock so she could have some time awareness. The hands of the clock read 1:49. They had gotten home at 1:30am. And by the time all was said and done she imagine she fell asleep no later than 2:30am. They had slept for 11 hours. He never slept that much. She was about to try to wake him when his grip tightened on her waist pulling her against him. He brushed his nose against her hair and kissed her forehead.

“Stop fucking moving and go back to sleep Princess.” He mumbled against her skin.

She relaxed against him and hummed contently. “But it’s almost 2 in the afternoon. We’ve been sleeping all day.”

“And if I say go back to sleep you fucking go back to sleep. Sleep for the next week if I say so.” He grunted out at her.

She nodded her head against his chest and closed her eyes again. What game was this? For sure a new one, they had never played a game like this before. Maybe it was the calm before the storm and next time she woke up he’d have her hanging from meat hooks on the ceiling or thrown back in the basement.

She was never able to fall back asleep. She just stayed very still against him other than occasionally tracing her fingers up and down his chest lazily like she was in a dream. Finally once the sun was setting did he stir awake. She was mid way up his chest near his heart when his hand clutched hers. If she wasn’t so use to him it would have hurt but she knew his grip was stronger than an alligators bite.

“Mornin’ Princess.” His still half asleep voice was low and rough. She laughed a little and shook her head.

“Ain’t mornin’ anymore. Almost dinner time.”

As if on cue Baby’s voice could be heard from the bottom of the stairs, “Otis! I haven’t seen my little best friend in two whole days. It’s about time you let her down here to see me and Mama.”

Otis groaned and rubbed his face before flinging her off him onto the floor. He stood up and looked down at where she had stayed on the floor like his good little girl. “Put some clothes on.” He threw her a pile of fabric at her. She separated it to reveal her shorts and one of his ‘burn this flag’ tank tops. Another change to the game. He never let her wear his clothes outside of the flannel she got to wear during the winter. Even then it was just the one and she had to keep track of it or else it was taken and hidden from her in a wicked game of hide and seek. She slid the clothes on without questioning him. “Perfect.” He grabs her face and kisses her harshly. But not as harshly as during a game. It wasn’t a true romantic kiss like the one from the night before but it wasn’t a one sided “I own you and can put my mouth anywhere I please” kiss either. “Come on Sweetheart.” He took her hand and led her down the stairs to the table.

The family were already seated and she noticed four guest sitting on the far end of the table. Two men and two women. One of the men looked extremely excited to be there while the other man and the women looked like they’d rather be anywhere else.

Mama immediately got up at the sight of them and floated towards them. She was so elegant and graceful.

“Oh my sweet Otis and little Darling. You joined us. How special is this? Come sit, sit. We have guest and it’s Halloween. I am blessed today.” She cooed before returning to her seat. “Masks on everyone.” She announced placing her own masks on her face. The others followed suit with the expect of one of the women and Otis and his girl.

“Put the damn mask on or she won’t let us have dessert!” Grandpa huffed from across the table.

The women sneered towards Otis and her, “They don’t have masks. Why do I have to do it?” Oh she was an entitled thing. Otis hated that kind of girl, his princess was never like that not even when he first got her.

“Playin’ by different rules sugar.” Otis spat out at her with venom laced words. She looked at him shocked before placing the mask on her face. The group ate in silence for a few minutes before the man who was acting like he was at DisneyLand spoke up.

“So uh any of you heard of Doctor Satan?” Everyone’s eyes shot up and glared holes into his head. She looked around at Mama and then to Otis who cleared his throat. He went on to spin the tale of Doctor Satan as if it were just that, a story. But she knew better. She knew the truth. Before anything else could be said Baby rang the gong. Time for her show.

Everyone filed into the show room and watched as Baby did her performance. She was a natural talent. She could even be in the picture shows. Baby was dancing close to one of the men and the woman next to him seemed to be jealous. She thought that’s probably what she would like that when Baby was all over Otis if she didn’t know the truth about their relationship. Sure they had done things in the past but once Otis brought her home and finally into his room and Baby claimed her as her “little best friend” all sexual acts between them stopped.

“A girl doesn’t two-time on her little best friend, Otis. She’d get all upset and cry. Best friends don’t make each other cry.” She had told him once he tried to get handsy with her. He didn’t care if the stupid girl got upset. He just wanted a good fuck and the girl locked in his room had yet to truly prove herself to him. Sure she could spread her legs and open her mouth but she wasn’t as exciting as Baby. Until one day out of the blue she was. She was doing everything just how Baby did it. Turns out the poor girl had begged Baby to tell her what to do to keep his attention on her. And boy was she a quick learner.

Lost in her head she didn’t realize all the movement going on around until screams hit her ears and she was picked up, thrown over Otis’s shoulder. He threw her into one of the empty rooms that only held a bed and a dresser. He pushed her onto the bed and held his knife to her throat.

“You move out of this room. You die. You scream or make a noise. You die. You do anything that’s not staying in this room and shutting your fucking mouth. You. Die.” He pulled her by her hair to lock eyes with her. His eyes were even more blood thirsty than usual. “Understand me, Princess?”

Her lip quivered, what was happening? She had never seen guest end like this. Yes they killed and took their cars and money but this felt different. He pulled her hair harder and pushed the knife deeper into her throat waiting her response.

“Yes, I’ll be good. Stay here and be quiet.” Her wide eyes glistened with tears threatening to fall from the pressure on her head from her pulled hair. He nodded and let her hair go, running his fingers through it for a moment.

“Good girl. If I haven’t come to get you by morning you can come find me okay?” She nodded again quickly. He grabbed her chin and pulled her into a kiss. “I love you Princess.”

He said it again! Twice in one day! She happily kissed him back and smiled wide at him, “I love you, too.” He brushed her hair out once more before leaving the room making sure the door locked behind them.

She didn’t even realized she had fallen asleep until she woke with a jump. Had it really been that long? After Otis had left she paced the room before she decide to explore the dresser a bit. In the top drawer was an old worn copy of some book she’d never heard of but from the picture on the cover it looked to be some cliché romance. She sat on the bed resting her back against the wall and started reading, having nothing better to do. She must have fallen asleep mid-read. She looked out the window. Sunshine. It was morning and Otis hadn’t come back for her. What if something happened? Was he hurt? Did those guest hurt him or Baby or Mama? She was even worried for Hugo. She leapt to her feet and bounded towards the door. Just as she was about to fiddle with the lock she heard the click of a key and the turn of the doorknob. She jumped back so the door wouldn’t hit her when it swung open.

On the other side of the door stood her Otis. Her sweet, loving, blood covered, Otis.

“Sorry I’m late Princess had to clean up someone else’s mess. But I got a surprise for you.” He smirked and took her hand. He led her back to the room they shared and covered her eyes to keep her surprise from her. Was this a real surprise? Like a present? “It ain’t much but we gotta start ya off with something easy, okay?” He removed his hands from her eyes and she blinked at the sudden light from the darkness. Once her eyes adjusted she saw the surprise. Tied to chairs and knocked out sat two of the guest. The man in glasses that Baby had sang to and the women she assumed was his girlfriend or wife.

Otis pulled her against his chest and kissed the top of her head. “I have an idea for these two fuck ups and I need my pretty little Princess to help me. Gonna teach ya to be a real artist not just my muse.” He handed her one of his knives and took one in his own hand. “You get the girl shes more your size. Don’t fuck it up Princess.” He moved over to the man and bent down by his ankles, “All it takes is a clean up to the ankles.” He swiftly sliced the knife threw the mans skin causing him to pop his eyes open with a scream. His screaming then woke the woman. “Your turn Princess.”

She twisted the handle in her hands and looked at him nervously. “Come on Princess, it ain’t hard.” Somehow she only heard his voice. She knew the people were screaming and crying but she was focused on him. Tired of waiting he grabbed her hand and pulled her to the floor and held her smaller hand in his. “Like this.” With a flick their wrist the knife cut one of the woman’s ankles. “You do the next one.”

She took a breath and moved closer to the other unharmed ankle. Her eyes flickered to his for a moment before exhaling and cutting through the skin. She hit a vein just right and blood splattered on her face and chest. She stood up as Otis whistled at her.

“Damn didn’t think you could get any prettier but I was wrong. This is how you’re meant to look Princess.” He pulled her close and licked some of the blood off her face. “Let’s give the happy couple some alone time. Should be done by the time we come back.” He smirked and jammed his knife into the woman’s thigh. He looked at her than to the man and back to her. She got the message. She walked to the man and stood above him.

“Wait, wait, wait! I know you. You’re that girl who went missing last year. The millionaire’s stepdaughter. Just let us go and we can take you home to your family and away from these psychos.”

Otis growled and almost pounced on the man but she raised her hand to stop him. “This is my home. This is my family. This is all I need. You don’t fucking know me. You know my face and you know my name but you don’t know me. Only my family knows me. Only Otis knows me.” She screamed in his face so close it fogged his glasses before stabbing him the thigh twisting the blade a few times for extra hurt.

The man and the woman continued screaming and begging for their lives as Otis took her away. He took her to the bathroom and ran the shower. Peeling off her blood soaked clothes slowly before removing his own. He pulled her under the water and watched as it mixed with the blood on her face and ran down the drain. Wordlessly he titled her head back and let the water run through her hair.

All of this was so new. Never had they done this before. And if they had she was sure it would have just been about sex. But he was being gentle and soothing. She could his erection plan as day but decided if he wasn’t making this about sex she shouldn’t either. She hummed as he brushed through her wet hair getting all the blood out. Normally he would be smearing all over her. She always let him do it. She always let him do whatever made him happy. But as soon as he was done with her she would run to the shower as fast as she could to clean herself. But now he was cleaning it off her. Gentle rubbing his hands down her body in a non-sexual way. Once he was satisfied with how clean she was he moved their places and let the water trail over himself. All of this done in silence. Only the water running and their breathing could be heard. Finally he cut he water and stepped out leaving her standing in the shower.

“Feel better Princess?” He asked wrapping her in a towel that was honestly probably dirtier than them when they entered the shower.

“Yes, thank you.” She smiled at him wide eyed.

“Have another surprise for you while we wait for those fucks to finish up.” He walked her back to their room, “Get your clothes on. Whatever you want.” He said as he went to inspect the people in to the corner who’s yelling had turned to whimpers.

She dug through her clothes finally able to pick her own outfit. She quickly put on a soft lavender purple matching bra and panties then looked over to him.

“All your clothes. We’re going back down stairs.” Oh she really got to pick her own outfit. This never happened. She went back to drawers and dug again finding her blue jean shorts and a black shirt. She slipped them on and looked to him again. “That’s better Princess. Now down the stairs.” He gestured to the door and followed her down the staircase. “This way.” He pulled her outside and towards one of the sheds where they kept the extra clothes and other items from guest who never left.

He opened the door and pushed her inside. He lit a match and fired up a lamp hanging from the ceiling. She stood still as he rooted around looking for something. She thought about asking him if she could help him find whatever it was he was looking for but as soon as she opened her mouth to speak he turned to her box in hand. “Come here pretty girl.” He called her closer and held out the box to her. “A pretty princess needs a pretty jewel. Take whichever one you want.”

She looked inside the box and gasped. Inside were tens if not hundreds of shining rings. Some silver, some gold, some with diamonds, others with colored gems, and some that were just metal. She dug around looking for any she might like and took a few in hand. She went to try and size it to her right hand finger but he stopped her.

“Other hand Princess.”

She cocked her head to the side in confusion, “But that hands for a wedding band.”

“Just do it don’t fucking argue with me.” Hell for once in his damn life he was trying to be genuine and she had to run her mouth.

She nodded and moved to her other hand. She tried a few too small. A few too big. And a few she just didn’t like how they sat on her finger. Otis was starting to get impatient with her once again, always taking forever. He looked around in the box and found he liked and grabbed her hand sliding the band over her finger. She looked at her hand then to him and back at her hand again. The gem was a deep ruby red similar to his ever beloved blood and the band was the same silver as his knives. It was perfect. Just like her Otis was perfect.

“It’s perfect.” She whispered as if it would break if spoke too loud. “But why?”

“What can’t do a fucking nice thing for you?”

“No. No. Thank you. I just don’t understand what’s happening.”

“I’ve told you a hundred times. You are mine forever.” Why couldn’t she get that through her thick skull?

She fiddled with the ring on her finger, “I know. And I’m happy to be yours forever. But, but this feels like you wanna marry me or something. And I…”

“Well we ain’t having no big ole party and it ain’t gonna be legal. But married and forever are the same things,” he interrupted her.

She took a deep breath, she imagined he wouldn’t like what she was about to say and needed to muster up all her courage. “I know I get that. But married also means one and only forever. You are my one and only but am I yours? Married means no other girls.”

Otis put the box holding the rings down and grabbed her face in both hands making her look up at him.

“Princess, ain’t had anyone in my bed except you since I brought you in it. Knew you was something special. A man’s gotta settle down sometime. Get him a sexy little housewife. Hell maybe even knock you up have little brats running around. Mama and Baby would love that.” Sincere. He was being sincere and true and kind and all the things she didn’t even think Otis Driftwood knew what the definitions were.

Tears flowed down her cheeks flooding over his hands. “Really? You want a family? With me?”

“Fuck yeah I do Princess. Any woman that can slice an ankle that clean and not flinch when the blood hits her face is a woman I wanna keep.” He kissed her and rested his forehead against her, “Don’t mean I’m gonna be nicer. I will still cut your throat if you leave or do anything stupid. Still gonna pull you by your hair. And fuck you how I like whenever I like.” He grabbed her hair and yanked her to slide before sinking his teeth into her neck. There was the Otis she knew and, in a sick twisted way, loved. He pulled back and grinned at her with her blood running down his chin.

“Let’s go back and finish our art piece.” He led her back up the stairs and found their models ready to pose.

After working on the art piece for hours she was again covered in blood and guts and pieces of someone else’s flesh were stuck to her. Otis gave the piece a once over and turned to her, equally as messy as she was.

“I don’t think I’ve seen anything more perfect. Besides you Princess.” He smirked at her and winked.

She didn’t know what game this was but she hoped they played it forever. All the sweet words he had been whispering in her ear, as he guided her hands showing her how to work on the art piece and use his many tools, were sounding more and more like a dream come true. He wanted to marry her, well he had ‘married’ her, and wanted a family with her. That was something she always dreamed of- being a mother and having a family. Even if her family was messed up and sick in the head. She was excited about the future.

“Let’s get you clean up and off to bed, Princess.” He kissed her forehead and took her to the shower to clean again. She truly felt like she was in a dream. Once they were clean he took her to bed and let her curl up on him like he did the day before.

“We‘ll take them to Spaulding tomorrow. I’ll bring you with me.” He promised her.

“Thank you. For everything you have done for me. I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy in my whole life.” She looked up and pressed a kiss to his jaw.

“Me either, Princess. Me either.” He held her face and kissed her forehead. “Now sleep and don’t fucking wake up until the sun is shining.”

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Life is a Game (and True Love is a Trophy)

Chapter 11

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*Eddie*

Eddie had never had a morning after.

How could he, when he’d never experienced a night before?

Until now, anyway.

And while they hadn’t gone all the way, so to speak, it was still the most sex Eddie had ever had, because it was the only sex he’d ever had. So he figured it counted.

It might have been his first, but he didn’t think anything would ever top this morning after. Whether last night was a one time thing or the start of something more, he’d always remember the day he woke up in Steve Harrington’s arms.

They must have shifted positions in the night. Eddie now found himself playing the little spoon with Steve’s strong arms wrapped around his waist. Though his body itched to move, to yawn, to stretch, he held himself still, basking in the heat of Steve's chest pressed up against his back, not ready to give up the moment quite yet.

With the press of a soft kiss to his bare shoulder Eddie discovered that Steve was awake too and that perhaps he hadn’t been doing as well a job pretending to be asleep as he thought. He smiled to himself as Steve’s lips continued to make trail upwards. He tilted his head back, exposing his neck in invitation which Steve gladly accepted.

“Good Morning.” Steve whispered in his ear.

Eddie turned in the other boy’s hold. Suddenly he couldn’t go another minute without seeing Steve's face. He looked ethereal in the soft morning light that filtered in through the thin curtains that covered Eddie's window. His hair was sleep tousled and his face still had the impression of sheet lines in it but Eddie was absolutely sure he’d never seen someone so beautiful in his life.

He settled back down on his pillow, happy now to be facing Steve. “Did you sleep okay?”

“Okay?” Steve said incredulously. He leaned in to capture Eddie’s lips once with his own, before moving on to pepper what felt like every square inch of his face with dozens of little tickling kisses. “I think that might have been the best night’s sleep I've ever had.”

Eddie giggled, high and unguarded before promptly hiding his face in the other boy's neck. Steve was being entirely too cute and his heart was full in a way he’d never felt before.

Steve’s arms tightened around him, pulling the front of their bodies dangerously close together. They were both growing hard, there was no hiding it since neither of them had bothered to get dressed again after making a mess of themselves last night. Eddie groaned, unable to stop from bucking his hips forward, pressing himself into Steve's thigh chasing a bit of friction. Steve moved against him as well, a soft moan falling from his own lips. Just then, a door slammed loudly somewhere else in the house reminding both boys that they were not alone in the trailer. And not only was it morning, but uncle Wayne and the girls were definitely awake and only a room away.

Eddie groaned again but for a very different reason this time. Steve chuckled and they reluctantly moved away from each other in unison.

Steve sat up on the edge of the bed, most of his lower half mercifully still concealed beneath the covers. “We should probably get dressed before anyone comes bursting in here huh?” He said, looking back at Eddie over his shoulder.

“Unfortunately.” Eddie agreed through a deep sigh. He waited until Steve was busy rooting through the bag they’d brought back from his old house before getting up to cross the room. He quickly pulled a clean pair of boxers on and then the first jeans he could find. It didn’t matter that they’d laid together naked all night, somehow the idea of walking around in the daylight exposed made him a little self conscious.

He felt better being at least mostly covered up, and went to the closet to pick out a shirt. He glanced at Steve and found that he was still rooting through the bag even though he was fully dressed now in his own jeans and a soft looking worn yellow sweater.

“We can always go back. If there’s something you wanted that I missed or anything.” Eddie remarked, trying to sound casual about it as he shoved an old black sabbath t-shirt over his head.

“No, it’s fine. It’s stupid.”

“It’s not stupid to want your own things, Steve. What were you looking for?”

Steve sighed, rubbing the back of his neck anxiously. “My letterman jacket.”

Eddie bit his lip and quickly turned back to the closet, as much to hide his face as to retrieve what he was hiding in there under a box of junk.

“See? I know it’s silly and I don't even...” Steve trailed off as Eddie stepped back from the closet and held the green and white jacket out to him.

He looked at the floor as he spoke, too embarrassed to meet Steve’s gaze. “I don’t even know why I took it, honestly. It was hanging there on the back of a chair in your room and I just, I don’t know. I couldn’t leave it there.”

Steve didn’t take the jacket, instead he tucked a finger under Eddie's chin, tilting his head up until their eyes met.

“Hey, I’m glad you took it.”

Eddie swallowed hard, nodding a little as Steve did finally take the jacket out of his hand. He instantly went searching in the pockets. It wasn’t until then that Eddie realized what he was looking for. Steve didn’t really care about the jacket, he just wanted what was in it.

“Oh.” Eddie breathed, reaching for his wallet on the nightstand .He quickly retrieved the polaroid that he’d been carrying around with him and handed it over. “Is that what you’re looking for?”

“Yeah.” Steve said, smiling broadly. “Thank you. It’s… it’s the only picture I have of us together. It means a lot to me” He looked at the image for a long moment then handed it right back. “Actually, could you hold onto it for a little longer? Keep it safe for me?”

Eddie nodded again, a little dumbfounded and at a loss for words as he tucked it back into his wallet.

Steve cleared his throat. “I, um, I’d like you to keep this too. If you want to.” He said, nervously offering the jacket back to him as well.

Eddie stilled, and couldn’t bring himself to look at the clothing item in question. His throat was suddenly dry, palms sweaty. It couldn’t mean…

“Are you asking me to go steady, Harrington?” Eddie joked, or tried to at least. He expected Steve to joke back or something but instead he looked Eddie right in the eyes, expression serious.

“Yes.”

“Oh.” Eddie said, voice barely audible at first. “Are you sure you want that? I mean… knowing what you do about me?”

“What? That you're brave, and sweet, and kind, and thoughtful, and… ”

“Steve.” Eddie grumbled.

Steve knew damn well what he meant. Eddie was a mystery to everyone, including himself. He didn’t know where he came from or who his parents were. He had powers that he didn't understand, he might even be dangerous. He was kind of a mess.

“I think I can overlook all that and see past it to your good qualities.”

Eddie couldn’t help but break out into a smile. “Such as?”

“Well, you’re pretty okay to look at.”

“Just okay?”

“Mhmm” Steve hummed, setting the jacket down on the bed before taking Eddie into his arms. They kissed, one, two, three times before Steve pulled back, suddenly looking nervous again.

“So, what do you think?”

Eddie marveled at how Steve could possibly think he would say anything other than a resounding yes. “I think you’ve made a big mistake here because you’re never getting rid of me now.”

“Sounds perfect.” Steve smiled and his whole face lit up with it like he’d just been given the greatest gift, as if he were the lucky one.

Eddie knew better.

He huffed a laugh and shook his head at himself. “First boyfriend and I manage to bag Steve Harrington. Maybe there is something to all those Satan worshiping rumors.”

“Eddie.”

“How else do you explain it?” Eddie teased.

Steve rolled his eyes, then paused, face screwed up in thought.

“Am I really the first person you’ve dated?”

Eddie shuffled his feet and fought to retain eye contact. “You're sorta my first… everything, Steve.” He knew he could have just not said anything and he probably would have gotten away with it, but he didn’t want to start their relationship with any sort of lies between them, even if it was a little embarrassing to admit.

He squirmed, watching as realization dawned on Steve’s face. “So yesterday, the kissing, and then last night… that was?”

“Yup.”

Steve slid his hands up and down Eddie’s arms eventually taking both of his hands and twining their fingers together. “Eds, why didn’t you say anything? I would have…”

The blush Eddie had been fighting off up till now rose up his face and neck. He rested his head on Steve's shoulder trying to hide it. “It's not really something you want to just blurt out in the moment. Besides, I wanted it. I wanted to take care of you.”

“Alright,” Steve murmured, kissing his hair. “But next time–”

He was interrupted by the not nearly distant enough sound of a cabinet slamming and cups and plates being set out in the kitchen.

“If we ever get another moment alone–” Steve tried to continue, but as if the universe was intent on reminding them that their time for now was up, there came a rough knock on the bedroom door.

“Breakfast, boys.” Wayne called out.

“I think these are my favorite waffles so far.” El said around a mouthful of Eggo, butter, and syrup.

“So far?” Wayne asked, amused.

“She’s a bit of an aficionado.” Steve answered, grinning. “All that effort making them from scratch and I could have been buying frozen?”

Eleven giggled, nodding enthusiastically before turning her attention back to Max. The girls seemed to have become best friends overnight. It warmed Eddie’s heart to see, Steve must have noticed it too if the fond smiles he was sending their way were any indication.

“So, what’s a guy gotta do to earn the homemade waffles, Harrington?” Eddie asked softly, lightly bumping his shoulder against the other boy’s.

Steve took his hand under the table and squeezed it. “I think we could work something out.” He said equally quiet.

Clearly the comment was meant for only his ears, and while the two girls were suitably distracted with each other (Max was explaining the basics of skateboarding to an enraptured Eleven), Wayne was peeking at them out of the corner of his eye.

Eddie wanted to kiss Steve right then and there at the table but he held back. Wayne might already be on to them and unless they cooled it Max and El wouldn’t be far behind. He squeezed back with the hand Steve was holding and reluctantly let it drop.

When everyone was finished Wayne gathered their plates and set about washing them, refusing Steve’s offer of help. Eddie didn’t know who the old man was trying to impress, knowing full well that if it was just the two of them they’d have let the sticky plates sit in that sink all day.

The phone rang, loud and shrill. Eddie jumped up automatically to answer it so his uncle wouldn't have to trail soapy water all over the place.

“Hello?”

“Hey, kid.”

It was Hopper, and he sounded absolutely exhausted. Memories of last night came barreling to the forefront of Eddie’s mind. In his happy haze he’d almost forgotten about the lab and the fire, but before he could say anything the chief was talking again.

“Listen, tell Wayne I'm sorry but I won't be able to make our fishing trip this weekend.”

What the fuck?

“What do you mean, what about the– “

Hopper cut him off, loudly interrupting before he could ask any questions. “Just tell your Uncle exactly what I said, okay? I gotta go.” He hung up without another word.

Eddie stared down at the receiver still sitting in his hand and had a terrible feeling he was missing something.

“That the school calling to tell me you didn’t show up again today?” Wayne asked from across the room.

“No, it was Hopper.” He replied. “Since when do you fish?”

“Ah, shit.” Wayne cursed, dropping the dish he was holding rather forcefully into the soapy water and quickly drying his hands. “Ed, what did he say exactly?”

Eddie repeated what Hopper had said word for word. Wayne visibly paled.

“Okay kids. You got 5 minutes. Pack what you can.”

“What?” Eddie squawked.

“Have you ever seen me go fishing? It's a code that me and Jim worked out a long time ago.” Wayne said.

Ok, well that made more sense Eddie supposed. “What does it mean?”

The older man sighed, raking a hand over his face. “In a nutshell it means we need to get the hell out of here as soon as possible… and we might not be coming back.”

“Fuck.”

It hit Eddie all over again, everything the man standing in front of him had done and continued to do to keep him safe. Wayne had known since day one that something like this might happen, and he’d been prepared to cut and run at a moment's notice with no questions asked and no concern for the fact that he’d be ruining his own future.

Steve tugged Eddie’s arm, spurring him into action. Right, no time to dwell on it now, he could be sappy later.

They rushed to his room.

“I got the girls covered, '' Wayne called to their backs. “Meet out front, quick as you can!”

Steve's bag was still packed and sitting open on the floor. He zipped it up and threw it over his shoulder then began to help Eddie with his own. He had an old army surplus bag stuffed under his bed. He pulled it out and they began to fill it with clothes until it seemed like enough.

Eddie scanned around the room wondering what was worth it to take. He wasn’t even remotely prepared for this scenario. He spotted Steve’s letterman jacket still sitting on the bed and added it to the bag, along with his battered old copy of The Hobbit. He snatched photos right off the walls, a few of him and Wayne, Claudia and Dustin, the boys.

Lastly, he looked up to where his sweetheart hung on the wall in front of the mirror. He hated to leave his beloved electric guitar behind, but it seemed silly to take it when he had no idea where they were going or exactly what kind of trouble they were running from.

Steve watched him, sad eyes full of sympathy as he rested a hand on Eddie’s back. “What about that one?” He suggested, tilting his head towards the old acoustic guitar that sat collecting dust in the corner of the room. “It’s light and you can play it without an amp.”

He had a point but Eddie still felt like it wasn’t important enough. Wayne was already shouting at them to hurry. He hesitated, and Steve made the decision for him, slinging the guitar over his own back with the shoulder strap and linking their free hands together.

Eddie took one last look around the room as they walked out, years of memories etched into the walls. He hoped that somehow Wayne was wrong and they would be able to come back here eventually, but he wouldn’t hold his breath.

The trailer park was calm and quiet as they loaded what little everyone had collected into Wayne’s truck and Eddie’s van. Neither of the young girls had any belongings and Wayne himself only had a few small boxes and bags.

“Max, Ellie, you want to ride with me or with the boys?”

El turned to her brother before answering. “Is it okay if I go with Mr. Wayne?”

“Of course, sweetie. You two keep him company, I've got this one.” Steve said, winking at her and hooking a thumb in Eddie’s direction.

El grinned and she and Max climbed into the passenger side of the truck.

Wayne walked over as he threw the last bag in the bed of his truck.

“Now, you boys follow me closely. Where we’re going ain't all that far but it’s in the middle of nowhere.”

They rode in silence.

Both too scared of what this all meant to manage any kind of conversation but they kept each other’s hands in a desperate grip over the center console. It only got worse when Wayne pulled off the paved road and onto a dirt one, barely distinguishable from the unbeaten path around it. The way was bumpy and they had to go slow until eventually the trees grew too thick and they had to stop altogether.

There was a small cabin sitting in a clearing not far off, Eddie figured they’d just walk the last few feet.

“Hopper’s cabin?” Eddie guessed out loud once they had all gotten out of the vehicles, though he already knew he was right.

His uncle didn’t question it, just nodded in agreement. “It’s been in his family for years. When you came along, Jim was the first to realize we needed an escape plan if there was ever a risk you’d been discovered. He wiped all record of this place from city hall and what-not as best as he could, and we stocked it up with supplies. I hoped it’d never be needed but I'm sure glad we have it now.”

The cabin was neat, clean, and a lot nicer than the one Eddie had imagined, though it wasn’t any bigger unfortunately. It would be a bit of a tight squeeze for the 5 of them, but not much worse than home had been really so he knew they would make it work.

Predictably, Wayne insisted that the rest of them should take the only two bedrooms.

Max and El set off right away to explore their new and hopefully temporary home.

Eddie knew it was pointless to argue with the older man but he felt like he’d cost his uncle so much already. It didn’t seem right letting him give up one of the only beds too.

“Wayne, I think… “ He looked at Steve before continuing, hoping the other boy would be okay with what he was about to offer. He must have understood and nodded encouragingly. “You should take the other room. At your age you should really be sleeping in a bed and me and Steve will be alright out here.”

“I know you didn’t just say at my age.” His uncle said, arms crossing over his chest.

Eddie rolled his eyes. “You know what I mean, you should have a bed!”

Wayne looked at them in turn and sighed. “Boys, look, there's two of you and only one of me, and I don’t want to assume anything…” He trailed off, raking a hand over his suddenly red face. “I know you’ll tell me when you’re ready, but I think it’d be best for everyone if you had a little privacy. I’d just like to point out that the walls here don’t look much thicker than the trailer’s, so, keep that in mind.”

Eddie felt all the blood drain from his face. “Oh my god.”

“I'm not sayin’ I heard anything! But–” Wayne tried to continue, throwing his hands up in surrender, but Eddie interrupted him mid sentence.

“Oh my god Wayne, please stop talking. We’ll take the room and whatever else you want if you just please, please stop talking.”

Eddie chanced a sideways look at Steve. He’d been purposely avoiding the other boy’s gaze for the entire exchange, but they hadn’t yet talked about how open they wanted to be about their new relationship, and he was desperate to see how Steve was taking all this.

To Eddie’s shock he was watching the whole thing with barely concealed amusement. Clearly he was fine, at least with Wayne knowing about them. The whole thing was still completely mortifying, but he was relieved that Steve was taking it all in stride. Eddie was pretty sure he hadn’t come out to anyone yet really and he knew from personal experience how nerve wracking it could be to be seen, really seen, for the first time.

Wayne huffed a laugh and wandered off in the direction of the kitchen. Eddie snatched up his own bag as well as Steve’s and began to haul them both towards the bedroom they’d be sharing. He expected Steve to follow him, thought he had actually, until he overheard hushed voices on the other side of the cabin.

“Thank you for all this, for taking me and El in before and bringing us along now. I uh, I know how protective you are of Eddie and um, I just want you to know that this isn’t… I really care about him.”

“I can see that, son. Neither of you is very subtle, just uh, so you’re aware.” Wayne gave another breathy laugh. “I’m happy for the two of you and I want you to know I’ve got no problem with it. I've known about Eddie for a while and I love him just the same as I ever have. I support him. You too, Steve. He's got a good heart, and I'm glad he found someone who can see that and appreciate it.”

“Thank you.” Steve’s voice cracked on the short phrase and Eddie had to sneak a glance out the doorway to make sure he was okay.

Wayne had his arms wrapped around Steve, whose shoulders were shaking slightly. The older man was rubbing his back and murmuring to him quietly.

Eddie retreated back into the room and slowly began to unpack. He was so thankful for his uncle at that moment, for the sort of man he was, and the kindness he was showing Steve. He knew now what kind of people the Harrington's were. He wondered when Steve had last been hugged by a parental figure. It’d probably been a long time, well before he had disappeared and gotten locked up in that awful place. He had El, of course, and now he had Eddie too, but there was something different about having a trustworthy grownup in your corner. Someone who’d lived a bit. Who knew what life could throw at you and tried their best to keep you safe from it.

Eventually Steve came to find him and Eddie pretended not to notice the slight ring of red around his eyes. Steve smiled as he helped to put the last of their clothes into drawers. He seemed remarkably lighter, as if some long carried weight had been taken off his shoulders.

After all the drama of going on the run, their afternoon at the cabin was remarkably boring. There was nothing much to do except worry about the others and wait for some kind of word from Hopper. Wayne seemed sure the man would show up at any time. There was a phone on the wall, Eddie had noticed, but when he checked the line he found only dead air.

The girls had found a stack of old board games in a cupboard and were spending their time playing round after round of checkers.

Wayne busied himself in the kitchen, going over their supplies and throwing some kind of concoction together for dinner.

Eddie and Steve sat together on the couch trying to enjoy each other's company while stuck in the hell of waiting for the next thing to go wrong.

They all heard it when a car pulled up nearby, brakes squealing a little as it came to a stop. It occurred to Eddie as they all rushed outside that it might have been smarter to stay hidden until they knew if their visitor was friend or foe. But Wayne had been right in what he said earlier, they were out in the middle of fucking nowhere, the odds of someone just happening upon them there were slim to none.

Eddie never thought he’d see Hopper’s police SUV and feel such immense relief. He knew he probably owed the man an apology, several in fact. He’d always given the chief a hard time, he couldn’t help it. Hopper was ‘the man’, part of the system that Eddie had spent so much time and energy railing against, but he was coming to realize that under all his rough exterior the chief was actually a good guy, and way less concerned about the law than he could have been.

The driver's side door of the SUV opened and slammed closed, the sound echoing twice after as the rear passenger doors opened and closed. He wasn’t alone.

Chrissy and Robin raced through the trees, making it to the cabin before Hopper had made his way around the other side of his car.

Steve and Eddie turned to each other. Matching looks of surprise on their faces.

“Are you guys okay?” Robin asked when they got close enough to not have to shout.

Eddie went down the steps to meet the two girls, Steve following close behind.

“Yeah we’re all fine, what are you doing here?”

Chrissy threw herself at him abruptly, hugging him tight. “I’m so sorry it’s all my fault.”

Eddie tried to look at Robin over her shoulder, searching for any clue as to what the girl in his arms meant, but she was already busy talking a mile a minute to Steve.

He pulled back so he could see Chrissy's face. “What do you mean, Chris?”

“This, you having to run away from home and hide here. I should have known better than to come to your house last night. I should have known he’d follow me.”

“Wait, I thought, the fire- “ Eddie began, looking up to lock eyes with Hopper as he finally caught up to the group. “I thought this had something to do with the lab?”

“We’ll get to that in a bit but that's not why I gave you the signal to run. Jason Carver has been running around town all morning telling anyone who will listen that he saw Steve Harrington with you last night. That you’re the one who kidnapped him and have been holding him captive ever since. He also said you brainwashed his girlfriend and took Billy Hargrove prisoner. He thinks the D&D club at school is a front for your devil worshiping cult, and unfortunately there's a lot of small minded people in this town that want to believe him.”

“Fuck.”

Chapter 12

Thanks forever to @penny00dreadful for being the best friend, cheerleader, and beta in the whole fucking world💜

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thetriplets3 · 1 year

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from the touching prompt list

11, 12, 24, 27 and 32 with matt, maybe it’s their first time really being alone together and reader gets to see how touchy matt is and how affectionate he can really be.

of course anon!!

your touch

I’ve known you for years and I know you and your brothers would never leave me but it’s always on my mind. Part of me feels bad, watching as you celebrate yet another big accomplishment and all I do is try and show my love and pride for you through a smile and high five. Knowing all you guys want to do is sweep me off my feet in the biggest hug and not being able to breaks my heart and yours but you respect it. Lately I haven’t been able to shake this feeling, I feel like something’s missing. I’m curled up on your bed watching as you sit at your computer playing some game. With a heavy sigh you take your headset off and head out of your room probably to go raid the kitchen. I follow behind you like a lost puppy and sit at the kitchen table as I anxiously bite at the skin around my fingers.

You turn around with a slight jump when you hear the chair scrape against the floor, not knowing I had followed you. “You always do that and you scare me each time”.

I’m too caught up in my own thoughts to say something witty back so I offer a small smile and continue picking at my skin. You turn back around and continue rummaging through the fridge. I get up and without thinking wrap my arms around you from behind. I feel you tense you, confused as to what was happening. I feel you trying to turn around so I immediately let go and take a step back, feeling like I’ve done something wrong.

“I- I’m sorry I should have asked” I say feeling the tears build in my eyes.

“No no no it’s okay you don’t need to ask it just surprised me that’s all” you tell me as you gently grab ahold of my hoodie and pull me into your chest. Every muscle in my body relaxes and my body starts lightly shaking as tears start to fall.

“Shhh I’ve got you you’re okay” you lips dance against my ear as you whisper. We stay like this for who knows how long but you don’t dare to let go until I do first knowing how much I needed this. I pulled away and immediately found the ground to be fascinating.

You don’t rush me into say anything as you offer a “we all need love some times, never hesitate to come to any of us, okay? No questions asked we’ll give it to you”.

“I don’t know how to explain it but my body’s craving the feeling of comfort and I needed to feel pressure”. You smile at me with so much love in your eyes as you gently tuck hair behind my ears and rest your palm against my cheek. Leaning into your touch I offer a shy smile back trying to look everywhere else but your eyes.

“I’m glad you feel safe enough to let me be that person for you” you say looking into my eyes.

“I feel the safest around you Matt, I love your touch, it’s comforting”.

From now on you offer me small touches that are full of love to let me know that you’re there if I need you. Our little moment in the kitchen has brought me closer to you. I’ve spent the past few nights over at yours, usually falling asleep on the sofa. I woke up to see it was only 4am, knowing you’d likely be awake, I wrapped myself in the fuzzy blanket covering me and pad over to your room quietly knocking. Hearing a small hum of acknowledgment from behind the door, I open the door and close it behind me. You don’t hesitate to lift the covers for me to crawl in beside you. Fully cocooned in the blanket still I cuddle up to you, resting my head on your chest. You snake your arm under my blanket and gently trace your fingers up and down my back, slowly lulling me to sleep.

With a gentle kiss to my hair and the softest whisper you say “I love you and thank you for trusting me enough to be the one to give you comfort”. Thinking I was asleep you were shocked and a tad embarrassed to hear me murmur something. Although not fully coherent, it was unmistakably an I love you. I have yet to show or ask for affection from your brothers or anyone else, so right now these small moments full of love are saved for you.

#matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader

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quicksilverownsmysoul · 1 year

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Sweet Dreams Are Made of This pt. 17

Dark! Peter Maximoff x fem reader (Mob Au)

So, I was sad and I missed sweet dreams Peter so I decided to finally bring him back. I’m not sure how often I’ll be able to post of if I’ll be able to keep it up but I really love this story and I love hearing about it from y’all so I’ll try my best to finish it! Cause I really want y’all to see the ending I have planned for it! I hope you like it and as always I love to hear from you guys so be sure to comment and send me asks about it!

Summary: Peter has felt like a piece of him has been missing ever since he was taken away from his mother to be raised by his father. But when you seem to fill that piece there’s no way he’s ever letting you go

Warnings: Fluff, angst, mentions of violence

Word Count: 1.5k

Peter awoke before you, moving in your arms to face you. Who was still fast asleep, but it was just as well, he wanted to stay like this as long as he could and he didn't think you’d indulge him in this way when you woke up. Peter’s hands were clenched close to his chest, he wanted to touch you but he didnt want you to wake. He didn't want to get caught.

So he watched you instead, took in the way your hair laid sprawled around you and the gentle rising and falling of your chest. He held his breath for a moment waiting for you to release your own before doing the same. He did it over and over until you were breathing in sync with one another. The rhythmic action eased his mind as he mulled over what would happen next.

There was no denying you were going to be a permanent structure in his life, he assumed his father had brought you back and there was little chance he would let you. And if he tried Peter wouldn’t let him, he would rather die by his own creator's hands than risk losing you again. Despite this his heart still ached as he looked at you, something was nagging at him, that little part of him that came to life at the orders of his father. At the wickedness that lived within him when he carried out orders and relished in it.

It reminded him that you had left, sure you hadn’t a choice but he recalled the way he had watched the door and waited for you to try and break it down from the other side. That’s what he would have done if the position was reversed. But nothing, his father had watched with a growing grin as his face fell, realizing that you had left without even fighting for him. That you hadn’t even tried to contact him in the way he had done. That you didn't even care that he was slowly starving to death. That you had returned to your life without a second thought

That little part of him caused his hand to twitch and reach for your neck, to hover over the extended muscle. His fingers lightly laid over the skin, nails balancing on the delicate skin. One movement and you’d be gone, he could make you feel it all. All of those emotions that coiled within him and made him nauseated. He could watch the life drain from your eyes as you took your last breath with his name on your lips. He knew once he started he wouldn’t be able to stop, even if you begged, he’d go on. His love killing you before your lack of could kill him.

But then, in your sleep you reached for him, a hand pulling his waist closer and all those thoughts melted away. Peter felt a shiver run up his body and his hands curled back into his chest. You loved him. Oh you loved him so much that you sought him even in your sleep.

The thought made him preen, and sink into the comfort of your embrace. As if a moment ago he wasn’t thinking of ending your life. Now all he could think of was how much you loved him and yet he needed more. Despite the row of pleasure last night he still needed more. Not necessarily in that way, although if the opportunity presented itself he wasn’t going to deny himself. No he needed you in a way that scared him, he needed you to smother him with love, to love him so much, so much to the point where the only thing that mattered to you was him. He needed to drown in it. For you to forcefully hold him down until he succumbed and died at the hands of you. He needed your love to kill him in the way that small part of him wanted to do to you. And even then it wouldn't be enough.

Peter watched you until you finally awoke, and when you did he resented the way you moved away, scared at him watching you with those half lidded silver eyes of his. You looked around, unfamiliar with your surroundings and wondering if you were still trapped in a dream. But as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes your memory came back to you and a heavy feeling settled in your chest at the reminder. “Good morning.” Peter said, cold fingers coming to trace the outline of your mouth. You knew what he was hinting at and leaned forward kissing his lips.

“Morning Peter.” You didn’t know what else to say, or what to do. You just stared at him as he did the same. But under your gaze he relented and dropped his cheeks dusting in scarlet and burying his face into you.

“Don’t look at me like that.” He mumbled.

“Like what?” You asked.

“Just… like that.” Peter didn’t elaborate and you didn't press him. After a moment he spoke again into your chest, “like you love me.” You couldn’t hear the words but felt the vibration of them run up your throat, unsettling you further.

“What time is it?” You asked, squinting into the dark.

Peter glanced at the clock above the door. “5:20, nearly breakfast time. Will you eat with me?”

Your stomach churned at the thought of eating so early but you agreed, moving to get out of the bed before remembering you had shed your pants out of comfort the night before. You pulled the comforter tighter around your legs not wanting Peter to catch onto it and whine for an encore. “Do you have anything I can wear? My clothes are a mess from being in the rain yesterday.”

Peter thought for a moment before moving over you and to the dresser. You watched him as he dug through his dresser, taking in his form. Despite his hunger strikes his body was still reminiscent of an athletic form. His legs, while long and lanky, still possessed the structure of an experienced runner. You wandered up to his narrow waist and to his once broad shoulders that now hung slightly forward. You wondered if anything he owned would even fit you.

He pulled out an oversized sweater with an intricate weave and embroidered PM crest over the chest and a plain pair of sweatpants, a bit of a mismatched pair. He looked almost embarrassed as he handed them over to you. “These are the only clothes I have other than what I typically wear.” You glanced past him and into the dresser to see it mostly lined with plain white dress shirts and black slacks.

You took them and set them down in your lap with a grateful smile. “Thank you.”

“I’ll um let you change in here. ”He mumbled, face tinted red as he took his own clothes and disappeared into the bathroom.

You waited until the door completely shut before slipping your shirt over your head and putting on the sweater Peter had lent you. It fit you big and you could only imagine how it would fit his slender form. You rolled the sleeves back and held the pair of sweats out in front of you. It looked like a snug fit but you figured snug was better than nothing at all. You had just put them on when Peter came out.

He was sporting his usual white button up with the sleeves secured tight at his wrists, and the bottom tucked into his black slacks. It looked as if he had tried to make himself look a little more put together than he actually was. His hair was gelled back and face bright with color, the outline of his fingers on his face indicated that he had slapped a little color into his cheeks in the hopes of looking somewhat nourished. The color only expanded when he saw you in his clothes, the PM embroidered crest resting over your heart.

His eyes were unwavering as he took it in and after a moment you broke the silence. “What is it?”

His tongue darted out to wet his lips and his eyes moved to look into yours, dark and unreadable. He made you wait a moment more before replying in a hushed voice that set you on edge. “You look like you belong to me.”

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merlucide · 3 months

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Crossdresser x Bllk pt2

notes: no bc I’m pissed- how tf did I hit the word limit?? That’s not alotta words

warnings: Y/N is female, cursing, cringe lol

Pt1 Pt2 Pt3

(Yk how everyone calls Chigiri ‘princess’ or ‘missy’? well! Lucky Y/N also has a special nickname of her own! She was called ‘girly’ every now and then, but the favored nickname was ‘mini’. It was for 2 reasons: 1, y/n were shorter than almost everyone there(even though she could be considered tall for a girl). 2, in their eyes, she was really weird when it came to changing and bathing. They all assumed that she was insecure and they all came to the fact that y/n was embarrassed that ‘he’ had a ‘mini’ peni- also the fact that she had a missing bulge when she wore clothes. Her teammates and Opponents milked that nickname like no tomorrow💀)((also also, when Y/N finally gets to show off her amaaazing weapon, she gains the nn ‘the contortionist’))

The next match rolled around Against team Y(Niko).

she mainly just passed to Isagi or Bachira the whole match.

The win of 1-2 for Y/N and the team, she was satisfied that she helped the game more than the last one.

She was soooo excited for the victory meal. She was so ready for different varieties of food.

She was pretty ‘used’ to living with 11 dudes, and pretending to be one for this long.

She felt the ‘closest’ to Kunigami, Isagi, Bachira, Kuon and Lemon. Chigiri was so-so, he was either sassy+snarky or nice+good company. Igaguri and Naruhaya were just annoying. Raichi was a pain in the ass 24/7 and Gagamaru was… Gagamaru..

Bachira liked to practice his dribbling tricks on her to see if he could get past her, 50/50 chance of winning or loosing.

Kunigami was just a reliable friend, he was really good at pep talks and gave really good tips for lifting weights.

Isagi was normal, yet interesting. He could read the field and Y/N couldn’t understand how, to be honest she was kinda jealous. She enjoyed his company and opinions on things.

About bathing! That was quite difficult for Y/N in the beginning, and in general.

She couldn’t just strip with 11 dudes. And the bathroom always seemed to be occupied, someone on the toilet or showering. She’s seen more naked boys than she would’ve liked.

Y/N took her baths at night, when she knew everyone was asleep. She’d dip her feet in and let the steaming water solve her problems. The wonders warm water does for tense muscles.

Though, one night, Y/N got up to shower but she accidentally woke up kunigami by kicking his arm with her foot. He couldn’t go back to sleep for some reason and noticed that the bathroom light was on.

A warm bath did kinda sound nice… a dip wouldn’t hurt. Kunigami got up and headed to the bathroom. But Kunigami has really heavy footsteps and woke up Gagamaru and Bachira-

Y/N was chillin in the tub when Kunigami is suddenly staring at her asking ‘couldn’t sleep huh? Me neither, mind if I join?’

To Y/Ns absolute horror, Kunigami is, naked, in the same bath as her, who is also naked, just chilling in the bath together, naked.

He sat on the other side of the bath, letting his head fall back. Meanwhile, Y/N is fully emerged in the water only showing her eyes, doing everything in her power not to drown herself there and now.

To make things better, Gagamaru and Bachira come shuffling in to see what’s going on.

Bachira whines saying ‘you’re showerin’ at night without me? Ruuude!’ And quickly strips waddling into the Bath with a naked Gagamaru following behind.

Gagamaru sat on the stairs gurgling the bath water, while Bachira sat right next to Y/N

‘Say (short version of y/n)-chan~ whya always shower at nightime?’ Bachira asked peering closer.

she forced out a ‘less crowded’ and just let Bachira chat her ear off about fun facts about dolphins.

Ruffly 15 minutes later Kunigami got out and Bachira followed him back to bed.

Gagamaru stared at her.

‘I know your secret’ he stated

Y/Ns heart stopped for second. she murmured ‘..you do?’

….

‘You have a girl butt.’ Gagamaru says straight faced.

…huh?..

‘That’s why you bathe at night. I always knew you had a girl butt though.’

She just stared at him. She had no words. Absolutely flabbergasted.

‘..haaaah… you knew huh..?’ Y/N huffed.

Gagamaru nodded and left the tub.

‘Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone’ He shushed with a finger over his lips.

That probably was the most uncomfortable, horrific 20 minutes of Y/Ns life.

The next game was against Team W(Wanima twins).

Kuon made 3 goals in the first half. Everyone was pumped that the match seemed to be in their favor.

Team W quickly made a turn around and was now a tie of 3-3. Kuon was always there when the goal was about to happen. Isagi was the first to notice something weird going on with Kuon.

Apparently Kuon made a deal with Team W, planning to let everyone in Team Z fail.

Everyone was pissed.

The game was now officially 12vs10, this sucked.

To everyone’s surprise, Chigiri ran. He scored a goal with his speed and the score was now at 4-4 and the match was over.

After the match, Y/N and the team caught Kuon trying to make a deal with their next opponents.

They turned his offer down and left.

Apparently the next team was quite strong. Team V has won all of 3 their games.

The night before the match, nobody could sleep. It was nerve racking thinking about going against Team V. Y/N was nervous, but confident it’d go in her favor.

Ok well my tumblr is fked up. I HIT THE WORD LIMIT AGAIN???? PART 3

#blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock x you #blue lock scenarios #blue lock #isagi yoichi #blue lock imagines

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icu-fetish · 11 months

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Patient Helena. Part 1.

The first surgery was very successful. I rested in my ICU room for almost two days.

Yes, of course... You must be wondering what is going on? Well. My name is Helena and I voluntarily take part in an experiment performed by this research center.

To participate in this project, I had to go through a serious selection process. Out of 11 candidates, only I was chosen. It is quite strange; I could not think that there would be so many girls willing to take part in rather dangerous medical research. But I answered all the questions flawlessly, and the results of my examination were recognized as excellent.

Doctors want to test the experimental patient life support system. Therefore, my role is quite simple - I must be a test subject.

The patient must be connected to these life support devices for a long time. Moreover, it is necessary to agree to several surgeries and injections of paralyzing drugs. Of course, a very significant monetary reward is provided for successful testing. And in case of complications, the clinic undertakes to support my life support as long as I want it.

After the surgery, I woke up with an oxygen mask on my face. In order for life support devices to monitor the patient's condition as accurately as possible, it is necessary to implant several sensors in the subject's body. Of course, I'm nervous. I'm afraid. Soon I will be taken back to the operating room and connected to the ventilator again...

However, later, when the necessary sensors are implanted and paralytics are regularly administered, I will not be able to breathe without the support of a ventilator. I was given a tour of the laboratory and I saw other patients... They are practically in a vegetative state and connected to life support systems around the clock. It really fascinates me... It's hard to imagine what awaits me in the future and how far these experiments will go. But I'm looking forward to them starting.

The nurse took off my oxygen mask and surgical cap. I only have an oxygen cannula on my face. For now, she said it's time for me to sleep. I don't understand what this means, but after the injection I really start to fall asleep...

#intubated #breathing tube #ventilator #oxygen mask #cannula #bouffant cap

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jeanniebug623 · 3 months

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🕸️🕷️ Weaving the Web 🕷️🕸️

Chapter 11: Third String

It wasn’t Quaritch’s intention to fall asleep. The knocking on his apartment door woke him out of a deep slumber. He had no idea how tired he was from fighting the legal system for custody of a ‘non-citizen’ then physically fighting with the kid after he almost caved in a man’s skull. Then there was the conversation with Nash McCosker…the asshole who supposedly took care of Spider in his younger years.

Whoever was knocking on the apartment door was persistent. Quaritch rubbed his eyes and looked down at the boy bundled up in a recom-sized blanket on the couch next to him. Again, seeing Spider like this made him forget he was actually sixteen-years-old. The boy was still sleeping soundly. Heavy sleeper, Quaritch thought to himself as he slowly stood as carefully as possible so as not to disturb Spider.

He wasn’t sure who was going to wake up: Spider, Miles, or MJ.

Quaritch was rooting for Spider to come back to control but the obvious second choice was the little one. The thought of dealing with Miles before his coffee might make him add a little whiskey to his morning caffeine fix.

The third set of knocking was louder and starting to get on the colonel’s nerves. He looked at his watch as he walked out of the living room/kitchenette space to the short hallway with a narrow closet for his jacket and boots. Shit . It was after 20:00. Not only had he missed both lunch and dinner in the mess hall, he’d gone radio silent with his squad practically all day.

The incident in the mess was the night before at dinner, Quaritch spoke with Ardmore then McCosker, then stayed up all night until he was alerted Spider woke up from sedation. He couldn’t recall what time that occurred but he’d caught the tail end of breakfast when he ordered Spider food after leaving solitary confinement. Then he learned about MJ…they talked…then Quaritch watched the boy until he fell asleep.

And then Quaritch must’ve fallen asleep. He hadn’t realized how tired HE was from dealing with the shitstorm. Well…it was worth it. The boy was worth it…

”Boss!” Wainfleet said when the apartment door finally slid open after Quaritch pressed his thumb to a small scanner next to the door. “You are here. The squad and I been looking for you. Lopez stopped by here an hour ago, but he said you didn’t come to the door.”

Fucking hell, how did Quaritch sleep through that?!

”Sorry, Lyle, I didn’t realize how tired I was…” Quaritch said, feeling a weird embarrassment akin to getting caught sleeping on the job.

”No worries, boss, just wanted to make sure the kid didn’t go full psycho on you.” Wainfleet said with a relieved chuckle. He nodded over Quaritch’s shoulder and asked, “The kid in there?”

”Yea…” Quaritch sighed, stepping back into the kitchenette so Wainfleet could come into the apartment, “He’s still sleepin’…where’s Ja at?”

”Infirmary, I think. Rec room next now we found you. Mansk was talking about a card game at dinner.” Wainfleet said to lighten the mood, “Seems convinced he can kick everyone’s ass with that natural poker face shit.”

”Hey!”

Both the recoms showed their surprise in tail flips and ears twitching at Spider’s sudden shouting. Quaritch turned around and both of the recoms stared at the boy. Spider was sitting up in the tangled blanket nest and frowning.

”You said a bad word!” Spider snapped, pointing straight at Wainfleet.

Quaritch and Wainfleet stared at the boy in silence. Of ALL people to call someone out on foul language, Spider wasn’t the one. Wainfleet was completely dumbfounded and it showed on his face. On the other hand, Quaritch had the confirmation he needed to know who was still in control. Wasn’t his preferred first choice but it was better than dealing with the alternative…

”You’re right, MJ.” Quaritch said after a few seconds, “Sometimes adults use those words without thinkin’ about them first. Your…” The colonel paused and stared at his second-in-command for a moment before looking back to the boy, “Uncle Lyle didn’t mean nothin’ by it.”

“The fu-…” Wainfleet started but was quickly interrupted.

”MJ, your uncle and I are gonna talk outside. You good?” Quaritch said, putting a hand on Wainfleet’s shoulder to start pushing him back towards the front door.

”I’m kinda hungry…” Spider said with a yawn, fidgeting with the blanket the same way he did with the hospital gown the that morning. Like he was afraid to say it or be a bother.

”I’ll find you something. You just stay there and be good, ok?” Quaritch asked, giving him a comforting nod.

”Ok. Thank you, sir.” Spider said with a gentle smile. Yup, this was MJ for sure. Spider wouldn’t humiliate himself acting like this and he was sure Miles didn’t have the mental control to keep up the innocent facade. Before Wainfleet could start rambling like a confused idiot, Quaritch pushed him back out the door completely and pressed his thumb to the scanner again to close it.

Wainfleet stared at Quaritch, wide-eyed and the obvious question could finally be said out loud.

”What the fuck was that?!” Wainfleet asked, quickly following up with, “That’s not the usual bundle of teenage angst or the psychopath. We dealing with another personality?!”

”Yea…seems so.” Quaritch said, pinching the bridge of his nose at the obviousness of the answer.

”When did that happen?” Wainfleet asked, his surprise turning to concern. “Is this one dangerous too?”

”Hell, Lyle, he just called you out for cussin’. What do you think?” Quaritch said then paused with a sigh. Maybe not dangerous like Miles, but he could present a different kind of threat. He’d revisit those thoughts later and he continued, “He’s got a young mentality. Doesn’t know anything about the war with the Na’vi or even who his parents are.”

”Shit…” Wainfleet said. What else could he say? In truth, it made memories of his own genetic predecessor come rushing back at the revelation that Spider had a ‘young child’ side now. It made him think of two people he hadn’t thought about since waking up in his recom body. The beautiful, and incredibly understanding, fiancée and barely one-year-old daughter left on Earth when his human equivalent rotated out to Pandora. Fuck, the daughter was well into adulthood now and no closer to relocating to Pandora, the whole reason he was there.

”I’m gonna get you security clearance for this apartment.” Quaritch said, referencing the door that was currently only accessible by the colonel and security override in case of emergencies. “I need you to stay with the kid while I find Ja. I gotta see those brain scans again. I’m no damn doctor, but might be good to try and get some done while he’s like this. I’ll let Ja make that call.”

”Of course, boss.” Wainfleet said instantly. The colonel didn’t even have to give an explanation for why he’d need to babysit; the corporal would do anything his friend asked. He smiled as the colonel turned back to open the apartment door and remarked, “MJ? Reminds me of Spider-Man.”

Quaritch shook his head but was secretly ecstatic Wainfleet had something he could relate to the boy about. A warm feeling spread throughout his chest seeing the boy still sitting on the couch, swallowed up in the folds of the blanket he’d pulled up over his shoulders. He walked in and crouched down to the boy’s level, “MJ. I need to go talk to another friend of mine then I’ll get you some grub, ok? I won’t be long. Lyle’s gonna stay with you until then.”

Spider nodded with a bright smile. It was bittersweet seeing the boy so happy. He must have been a really sunny child before his life went to hell. Quaritch gently patted Spider’s head, unable to stop his own smile when the boy let out a quiet giggle. He was a good kid. Who had a lot of bad things happen to him that he didn’t deserve…

Wainfleet walked into the living room and stared at the bright-eyed boy as Quaritch disappeared out into the corridor and the door slid shut behind him. Spider’s smile faded when the colonel left and he clutched at the blanket, staring up at the corporal with an uneasy shyness. Wainfleet could not believe this was the same kid he’d wrestled into submission the night before or busted the chops of on a regular basis and got it back in spades.

”Sooo…” Wainfleet said slowly, not sure how to break the ice. He sat down on the empty side of the couch and noticed Spider leaning away slightly as he looked down. His ears went back; he felt bad for what seemed like scaring the kid just by being there. Wainfleet cleared his throat and smiled, “Who’s your favorite Spider-Man?”

”Spider on the left.” Ja said as he and one of the neurologists who wasn’t afraid of taking on Spider’s case brought up a selection of MRI scans an an illuminated screen, “Miles on the right.”

Quaritch had learned more about the brain in the last couple weeks than he knew in two lifetimes, but it wasn’t enough for him to fully understand how vastly different they were aside from the array of colors. And goddamn! The scans looked like they were from two completely separate people. Not two personalities sharing the same brain.

”Spider’s brain activity is fairly textbook. The only abnormality, and I honestly wouldn’t even call it that, is heightened activity in the parietal lobe. That part of the brain is responsible for spatial and sensory awareness. We’ve all seen how he can run though the jungle out there like it’s nothing. He’s very aware of his surroundings.” Ja explained as he ran his finger over certain parts of the scan lit up bright yellow to red.

“Yea, kid knows it like the back of his hand…” Quaritch commented as his eyes moved over to the vastly different scan of Miles. Parts of the brain that were lit up more evenly towards the front for Spider were dim shades of dark blue for Miles.

“Miles has heightened brain activity in the frontal and temporal lobes. Personality, behavior, long term memory retention. All that is stored between the two. What is incredibly concerning, sir, is the extreme lack of activity in the medial prefrontal cortex and overactivity in the amygdala. The former is responsible for decision-making, whereas the latter’s main function is emotional control. Primarily fear and anger.” Ja said with a sigh.

”Fear?” Quaritch said, going over every tussle with the kid since he first showed up, “Miles ain’t afraid of jack shit, he’s made that clear.”

“Sir, people act out violently, if not more violently, when they’re afraid versus when they’re angry. Miles’ personality may not acknowledge fear, but he may subconsciously be acting on it. Even though Spider is the ego - the primary personality - he doesn’t have the same mental responses as Miles. When Miles is in control, parts of Spider’s brain that aren't regularly stimulated become overstimulated. Aggressive emotions are just one part of it.” Ja continued, trying not to let his personal feelings of respect for his commanding officer get in the way of being the medical voice of reason.

Quaritch rubbed his hand across his chin as he considered what to do next. Ja could tell the colonel was hesitant but remained silent while he thought it over. It was still inconclusive if Spider had any preexisting conditions that might have only been exacerbated by the neuroscanner. Without any medical records to speak of, Quaritch cursed under his breath when he realized the only person who knew about Spider’s health growing up was Nash McCosker.

”You said this new personality-…” Ja started.

”MJ.” Quaritch interrupted. He was distracted going over in his head how another conversation with McCosker would go now that the man knew who the recom was.

”Yes, MJ.” Ja corrected, adding the colonel’s defensive tone to his list of shocking things to dissect later, “You said he has no memory of previous RDA activity?”

”He doesn’t have memories of anything. He just remembers being under the care of, or lack thereof, that son of a bitch, McCosker.” Quaritch said with a low growl. Saying his name out loud made him even more angry with the poor excuse of a father.

”It would be wise to get an MRI while MJ is the controlling personality. The more we know about his condition, the easier it will be to cope with it.” Ja said, genuine sympathy in his words and tone.

”Cope…” Quaritch repeated. The word felt like a slap to the face. He only knew the kid for a month but it seemed he spent most of his young life ‘coping’. With being orphaned. With the people who raised him. With a planet that would rather suffocate a human.

“I’m not trying to overstep, sir.” Ja said, “And I sure as hell don’t mean ‘cope’ like Spider is an inconvenience. I just-…”

“It’s all good, Ja.” Quaritch said, knowing his medic didn’t mean or say anything to offend him. He clapped a hand on Ja’s shoulder, “I know this wasn’t what you signed up for but I appreciate all the extra time you’re puttin’ into the boy.”

“Of course, sir, I’m a marine but, regret to inform you, I am a doctor first.” Ja said with a forced smirk. Spider was his patient. The fact that the colonel had warmed up to him only added to him providing the best possible care he could in this entirely unknown medical phenomena.

“MJ’s jumpy but I can get him through it.” Quaritch said as he pressed his fingers to his neck comm. After a moment of static to connect the devices, he heard a mumble of Wainfleet’s voice and said, “Lyle, bring MJ to the med bay. We’re gonna get in a scan while he’s still here.”

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