#Matt’s is cuddles and being a supportive ear

[dameronology]

moment's passed (matt murdock)

summary: based on say don't go by t.swift (x)

warnings: excessive use of the f-word. angst.

this is one of the from the vault songs that just fucking HITS me. i have been crying to this since it came out tbh. i hope you enjoy xx

-jazz

You had Matt Murdock.

Until you didn't.

Things had been sweet at first; he was a weathered lawyer who needed some light in his life. Somebody to come home to; somebody to properly love for the first time in his fucking life. It wasn't like the high he was chasing with Eletkra Natchios, or the familiarity he'd sought out with Karen Page. He got both things from your relationship, but you were...different. You gave him highs; you could make him feel like he was home and on a rollercoaster all at once. It was a feeling Matthew wanted to keep for the rest of his life. He would have been stupid not to. But wasn't that the thing about Matt? He was incredibly smart, but also incredibly fucking stupid. Almost bound to take someone for granted. He'd done it with Foggy, hadn't he? 

Five years. That was how long you made it before cracks began to appear in your foundations. You'd loved Matt for his Daredevil side at first; maybe he could go too far, but he'd always known when to stop (right?) and you admired him for it. For his bravery, for his candor, for the way he protected the city. It was like a dark and sexy secret that you prided yourself on keeping. It tied you together. You were part of it now. You were the person that Matt could come to about his darkest fears and worst nights. You were the person whose side he would curl up into during the night, craving someone to protect him for once. There was always the worry that he would go into deep and truly lose himself, but every time Matt found himself on the precipice of doing so, you would be there to hold him back - to keep him sane and to stop him letting Matt Murdock and Daredevil blur into one person. 

You were only a human being, though. So was he. Matt could save the city and everything in it but you couldn't save him from himself. Save him from coming home at 6AM - your agreement had always been 3AM at the latest - and sliding into bed beside you without a word, or save him from waking up in a bad mood and refusing to talk to you about it. No matter how many times you begged him to just spend one night in, or to not leave himself three hours to sleep before work. It all fell on empty ears and that hurt when he had fucking super hearing. Comforting cuddles at night turned into whispered touches and soon, those touches became backs turned to one another. Long conversations turned into polite niceties than eventually faded into silence. The happy relationship - breakfast together in the morning at the table and takeouts on the sofa at night - became a burden. A horse you were both flogging because staying together in silence was slightly less terrifying than whatever the alternative that left you alone was. Soon, you were the only one flogging said horse. Matt had dropped his stick a long time ago and turned away. He'd walked into the depths of Hell's Kitchen and you weren't sure he was ever coming back. 

This wasn't your fault. Maybe it wasn't his fault either but hell it was his burden to bear. You'd done nothing but love and support him and what did you get in return? Silence. Iciness. Long, tense moments of forced conversations. 

You got used to it eventually. Every night, he'd come stumbling in at 4,5,6AM, skin littered with bruises and wounds; some from that night and others reopened. Matt's skin was thick with scars now. They were forming a new Daredevil suit across his arms and legs and back and there was no taking it off. It was always there. Always a reminder. 

Matt was laying with his back to you; you watched with open eyes, as his breathing went from shallow and tense, to something a little deeper and softer. He was falling asleep. Tough fucking luck, Murdock, you thought, it's time to talk. 

You brushed a hand down his back - Matt arched like a cat, suddenly waking.

"Hey, Matty."

He sighed heavily. "I was sleeping."

"I know. I'm sorry. I just wanted to see how you were-"

"- I'm tired," Matt huffed. "Go to sleep."

"I'm tired too," you murmured. Tired of this. Tired of this silence. Tired of you.

"Sleep too, then."

"I will," you whispered. "What are you doing tomorrow afternoon?"

"I'm working all day. Probably late."

"Okay, goodnight," you said. "I love you."

Silence. 

The morning came and still, Matt barely spoke to you. He ghosted past you in the morning, hands fumbling for a clean shirt and pants. His shoes were pulled on and coffee made, and he was out the door before you'd even risen for work. That was purposeful. He never left earlier than 8AM and it wasn't even gone 7:30. Maybe he didn't want to talk. Maybe he just wanted to talk to anyone that wasn't you - which was funny, because you'd barely had a conversation in weeks. 

You had lunch with Karen later that day, about four doors down from the Nelson & Murdock office. Whatever dalliance she'd had with Matt was in the past - you two were good friends. She was level-headed and candid. You needed that in a friend. She always said what you needed to hear, even if you didn't want to. 

"So, I'm gonna see this guy for a second date, I think," Karen was saying something. You were gone, eyes blankly staring past her. "But I'm not sure, because - hey, are you listening to me?"

"No," you admitted. "I'm sorry. I had a really shitty night."

Her face fell with concern. "What's going on?"

"Matt's losing himself to his night job," you admitted. "I haven't had a proper talk with him in fucking months. I don't think he's touched me since people liked James Corden, Karen. Do you know what a long time that is?"

"Jesus," she muttered. Without another word, she pulled out her diary and flicked through it. "Look, it says he's got his whole afternoon wide open today. He went home at midday I think."

You faltered slightly. Either Karen was mistaken or Matt was a fucking liar and had fed you bullshit about being busy this afternoon. The worst part was that you knew Karen never made mistakes when it came to her secretary job. She had a Pinterest board for everything and her Google calendar synced up to ten different devices. She probably wasn't wrong and lying to you, although a new development, was pretty in line with how Matt had been lately. It felt like the final nail in the coffin. The thing that sealed your relationship's fate.

"I..." you muttered. "Okay. Will you hate me if I ditch early to go and talk to him?"

Karen shook her head. "No. Go."

That subway ride was the longest of your ride. It felt like every stop was twice as long; like every red signal lasted ten years. Had the walk from the platform to the barriers always been this long? Had the street from the station to your apartment been this stretched out? Your feet had never hurt more as you sprinted up the stairs from the lobby to your apartment. The door was on the latch - Karen was right, he had been home - and you booted it down with ease. Matt jumped up from the sofa as you did.

"What are you-"

"- you're a fucking liar!" you snapped. 

There was a lingering silence for a moment. Matt was a man of few words but he had very rarely found himself speechless.

"I'm done," you muttered.

"Done with what?"

"I'm done with you," you said. "I'm done with us. With this shitty relationship. Do you know how long I've been trying? How long I've been begging you to give me some kind of attention? Months, Matt. I've been dying for MONTHS and you haven't cared."

"I haven't been ignoring you-"

"- please don't lie to me," you cut him off again. 

The silence returned. You might have been half way out the door for months but Matt had been the one holding it open. The worst part was that you loved him to your very core and if he just said the words then - stay, don't go - or even any fucking word in the human language that hinted at a glimmer of hope, you would have thought twice. Maybe your apartment was a ghost town now but it was haunted with what used to be. Maybe there was a chance to go back to that. Just maybe. You would take maybe. 

The seconds passed. One, two, three. You counted them as they went, right up until you hit sixty. The dreaded one minute mark. That was more than enough time to beg. You could have done it in thirty. But he'd said nothing. The silence now said more to you than Matt had in the last three months. 

"Do you have nothing to say?" you quietly asked. 

"Right," you murmured. "I'm really done then."

"Just...think about this?" Matt said. His voice wavered slightly. There it was. The thing you'd been wanting to hear. It was just one minute too late. 

"Moment's passed, Matty," 

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[jjmaybank21]

I can't believe it's been 3 years since we embarked on this incredible journey together. From the moment we met, you've brought so much joy, love, and happiness into my life. You've been there for me through thick and thin, supporting me every day and lifting me up when I needed it the most. Your smile brightens up my day, and your laughter is like music to my ears. I cherish every moment we spend together, from our adventures and travels to the quiet nights cuddled up on the couch. You've shown me what true love is, and I'm grateful every day that I get to call you mine. Thank you for being my rock and my soulmate. I can't wait to see what the future holds for us, and I promise to love you unconditionally, always and forever @addictedtosarah ❤️

@leithorton @jb0019 @imjustkiara @megan-liz-cameron @rafecameron24

#Spotify

[ev3rgreenxtrees]

,,Hellbound’’

-C.S.

-part three

Synopsis: Christopher fucking Sturniolo. A name Camila couldn’t stand. No, not for any normal reason. She didn’t hate him because he had everything she didn’t. She didn’t hate him because he’s too damn confident. No, she hated him because of how much she wanted him.

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo (he/him) x Camila Solan (she/her)

Warnings: Cussing, Suggestive content, drugs, and alcohol.

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Cami knew what her and Chris were doing was wrong. As much as it felt right, it wasn’t. This would only strengthen the feelings that Cami wanted nothing to do with. But she couldn’t move away. As much as she wanted to, she felt like she was glued to his body.

She didn’t understand. Why would Chris joke like that, call her baby, but deny any feelings for her- but then bring her to his bed to cuddle? In what world does that make sense? Did Chris know Cami likes him..? Was this the way he was going to treat her now?

Cami let out a small frustrated sigh. She immediately regretted it though, as a pair of hands pulled her closer.

“Cam.. You okay..? I said I was sorry.. I didn’t mean it, Cam.. You know that.” Chris stated.

All cami wanted to do was say ‘No, Chris. I’m not okay. You keep fucking with my feelings, and you don’t even know it.’ but she couldn’t.

“mhm, just tired.” She lied. She always lies to him.

Maybe it was because the truth would put them both in a bad position- or maybe, just maybe, it was because she was too scared.

“sleep, then.” Chris suggested, and Cami nodded, starting to sit up.

Chris pulled her back down.

“where ya goin’?” He asked, teasingly.

“away,” Cami playfully rolled her eyes.

“why? am i not a good enough pillow for ya?” Chris shook his head. “i meant you can sleep here.” He sighed.

“oh.. okay..” Cami nodded, getting ‘comfortable’ again. She wasn’t really comfortable, and she didn’t think she’d be able to get comfortable. Not with all the one sided tension.

Regardless of if she was comfortable or not, she did all she could to fall asleep. The quicker she fell asleep, the quicker this would all be over. She eventually did fall asleep.

When she woke up, she was alone. She looked around, and she was still in Chris’ room, but she was alone. She got up and stretched, leaving Chris’ room.

She walked into the living room, seeing Nick and Chris sitting on the couch, Matt was no where to be found.

“Morning,” I said, while yawning.

“Good morning.” Nick smiled, with a mouthful of food.

“Swallow before you speak, kid.” Chris scoffed.

“Jesus christ, Chris. I don’t know why you’re being such an ass today.” Nick rolled his eyed, indicating that Chris was acting sassy all day.

Chris mumbled something, incoherent to Cami or Nick’s ears.

“Where’s Matt?” Cami spoke up again, causing Chris to look at her, before rolling his eyes again.

“Where the fuck do you think he is? Dumbass.” Chris scoffed, and Cami’s eyebrows furrowed.

“I don’t know, Chris. Maybe that’s why I asked?” I shrugged.

“He’s in his room. Why? Is everything okay..?” Nick asked, and Cami nodded.

She wanted to tell Matt about last night. She has never upright told the boy she likes his brother, but he knows she does. She tells him everything that they do together, good or bad. Matt always supports her, and isn’t sure why she wont just tell him.

But he doesn’t push her to.

She makes her way up to Matt’s room, before knocking on the door. She hears a muffled ‘come in’, and she does.

She walks in, and she sees a shirtless Matt, in plaid Pajamas, his covers on his bed all ruffled up. The boy laid on his stomach, one leg up, and his face buried in his pillow.

She crawled onto his bed, and threw herself on his back.

They laid there in compete silence, before Matt shuffled around, and she got off of him, letting him move. She laid on her side, and he moved onto his side too.

“So,” He spoke, “What happened last night?” He smiled. It was very clear that the boy had just woken up. his hair all messed up, and his voice still raspy.

“Nothing good,” Cami sighed. Matt’s smile faded.

“Aw. Cams, I’m sorry. I’ll beat his ass for you if you want?” Matt offered, pulling her into a hug. she shook her head.

“No. That wouldn’t do anything. He already can’t get the hint through his thick fucking skull.” She groaned, and Matt laughed.

“Yeah. Good point.” He shook his head.

“So, what did happen?” Matt asked again. “Me and Nick came in, and you were both just gone.” Matt’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Cuddling.” She replied. “in his bed..” She finished.

“and thats a bad thing..?” Matt asked confused.

“Yes. He denied his feelings for me, Matt..” She sighed, feeling her eyes begin to water again.

“Aw, love.. i’m so sorry..” Matt’s gaze softened, as he placed a kiss on her head.

“He called me baby, and when i broke down, he said he didn’t mean it like that.” She squeezed her eyes shut, not wanting to cry again. “He took me to his room, and i fell asleep. Now he’s being a bitch this morning.” She held her breath.

“He’s such an asshole. How do you know he wasn’t lying? Maybe he just said he didn’t mean it like that so you’d feel more comfortable?” Matt shrugged. He always made you feel heard, but sometimes you wish he’d just be honest.

“Yeah. Maybe.” Cami nodded.

A/N: sorry these are short, I don’t wanna put too much in one chapter, and I don’t wanna stop in the middle of an important part iykwim? but thank you all for reading <3

@bernardenjoyer

[saintmurd0ck]

another congratulations on 500 love you rhi <3!!

okay so we all know that pre/mid-elektra matt is most definitely a sub but post-elektra matt? i imagine you'd be fucking him for at least a few months at this point but he's so scared of connection because of what happened with elektra so even though you're friends otherwise, the more intimate part of the relationship is emotionally cold and distant; aftercare (cuddling, soft kisses) is rare (but matt is an inherently caring person so he'd definitely clean you up and make you breakfast if you end up staying the night) and the sex is harsh, degrading & angry and generally amazing.

i love you gabs! thank you so much for being one of my biggest supporters <3

also, once again, i feel like ive already said this twice today but WOW your thoughts and insights are incredible. i'm gonna answer this ask in a little bit of a different format than i have for the sleepover!!!!

thoughts (some smutty) after the cut!!!

you're completely right. after defenders (of which i haven't finished but i know what happens), matt murdock doesn't exist. we have a broken daredevil, someone who is absolutely completely broken to his core. even though he's not technically in love with elektra anymore, he still loved her, and her dying twice has ruined him to rock bottom.

at this point in time, matt isn't ready for a relationship. he needs to release his pent up emotions in one of the few ways he knows how, and that's through you. he's cold and distant, unsure if he can trust anyone again, and the healing process of his identity isn't an easy one.

matt's religion plays a little part here. as a catholic, sex without strings attached is inherently difficult, but he is so broken that you're right -- there's minimal aftercare, minimal attachment, just sex.

it's rough, raw, sometimes animalistic. all you hear are growls and guttural moans, and the sensation of his warmth spreading inside you as he cums is all too familiar. he likes feeling you kneel in front of him, lips parted as he stuffs himself in your mouth, words like "dirty girl, fucking me like this" echoing in your ears.

it's amazing for a while, but you can see it in the way he fucks you, in the way his internal struggle manifests in his face when you're intimate... after a while your "relationship" with him starts to feel off. so you begin to pay attention to him, learn about him, and not just his body. you don't want to pry because after all he's just a friend with benefits, but you're determined to try and help him, as subtle as possible.

for instance, on a few occasions, telling him that you want to be on top, that you want to be in charge. you want him to lay back and relax, just fully, completely relax, while you work him on top. and he does that, eyes squeezing shut at how good your hips feel grinding against his, the way you place his calloused hands over your boobs as you let him deeper inside you.

and he starts to let go a little. starts to loosen up, let go. and slowly, ever so slowly, matt murdock begins to return. his shoulders aren't so tight anymore, his smile lines crinkling at the jokes you make...

and he allows himself to finally feel, to finally make those connections he honestly, truly needs.

#matt murdock #daredevil #matthew murdock #matt murdock smut #matt murdock x you #matt murdock x reader #daredevil smut #rhi's mutuals 💗 #rhi responds 💌 #saintmurd0ck 500 milestone celebration #as usual gabs hits it out of the park with the thoughts and asks! #this was amazing to answer #still not over elektra ruining him like this! #rhi writes 💻 #x reader #the defenders #elektra natchios #nmcu

[writerofshit]

for the ship asks, 19 (things you said when we were the happiest we ever were) and stream team (treh, myatt, and lil j)?

(So. Maybe not to the heart of the prompt, but the happiest I've ever been was simply existing with people I loved.)

19. things you said when we were the happiest we ever were 

“Goddamnit Jeremy!” Matt’s voice rings out through the apartment, loud and vaguely angry. He's in the kitchen, which means he has just stumbled upon what Jeremy has done. “I’m gonna fuckin’ kill you.”

Jeremy glances at Trevor, sitting beside him on the couch. “Any chance you wanna take the blame for this one?”

“Depends.” Trevor doesn’t take his eyes off of his character on screen. “What did you do?”

Before Jeremy can respond, Matt stomps into the room, empty cereal box in hand. “You knew I was looking forward to this!" On the last word, he gestures aggressively with the box. "Asshole."

"Matt, look-" on screen, Jeremy's character dies, and he tosses the controller onto the coffee table. "In my defense, Trevor did it."

"Oh no no, don't involve me in this." Trevor leans to the side, an apparent effort to make his character do the same. It doesn't work, and he dies too. "Fuck."

"Sounds great, but a little difficult on an empty fucking stomach." Matt says drily, hand on his hip. "You owe me a box of cereal, Jeremy."

"Matt, come here." Jeremy reaches toward him, but he doesn't move. "Matt please." He makes a grabby motion at him. With a heavy sigh, Matt extends his hand and allows himself to be pulled onto the couch. "Listen, why don't the three of us go out to eat, that way you're not eating cereal for dinner like an animal-"

“Well that’s just mean for no reason.”

“And on the way back I will buy you more cereal.” Jeremy finishes as though Matt hadn’t interrupted him.

Matt eyes him suspiciously, as though he’s waiting for the catch. He looks to Trevor as well, who holds up his hands in ‘I don’t know, I’m just here’. Finally, he nods. “Fine. But you’re paying for me.”

“Sure Matt.” Jeremy says with a patient smile. “I’ll buy you dinner too.”

“Hey Jeremy,” Trevor begins, resting his arm on Jeremy’s shoulder. “Since you’re throwing around cash like you have it, remember that time you tried to blame me for eating Matt’s cereal?”

“You mean literally three minutes ago?” Matt says, chuckling.

“You guys are the worst.” Jeremy leans back into the couch, crossing his arms firmly.

“Says the cereal thief.” Matt says with a pointed look at him.

Jeremy tries his best to stare back, to hold an intimidating, or at least neutral expression. He fails after approximately three seconds. He’s got Trevor giggling in one ear and Matt looking annoyed at him. Even the strongest man couldn’t do it, and he is few from strong when it comes to them. He breaks into a grin, and Matt shakes his head.

“Asshole.” But he looks away, and Jeremy knows he’s smiling too. That’s all he can ask for.

---

Matt wakes up to the sound of the bedroom door opening. He has had one arm wrapped around Jeremy’s waist, and he tightens his grip ever so slightly. If someone is here to kill them, he won’t be much of a defense, but it’s still his instinct to try and protect his best friend. He cracks one eye open to find that it is in fact Trevor in the doorway, finally getting home.

“Hey Trevor.” He says quietly, hoping not to wake Jeremy. It doesn’t work, and Jeremy shifts beside him, lifting his head to also peer at the door.

“Hey, you made it.” He mumbles, head falling back to the pillow.

“Yeah, I’m sorry I’m so late.” Matt hears the sound of Trevor dropping his keys and wallet into the dresser, and then the sound of the closet door. “You wouldn’t believe the shit that went down after you guys left.” 

“Hmm. Can’t wait to hear this. We’re all ears.” Despite his words, Jeremy turns himself toward Matt, curling into his chest. Matt rolls to his back, bringing Jeremy with him.

Trevor re-emerges from the closet, presumably in pajamas of some sort. He slips into bed beside Jeremy, and Matt makes his best effort to reach an arm toward him. “What happened?”

Trevor's hand finds his in the dark. “Just… remind me who put me in charge of Michael and Gavin?”

“That would be you and Geoff, I think.” Matt squeezes his hand gently. “At least you’re home now.”

“Yeah, barely. You know they somehow got involved in a three hour police chase?”

“Jesus Christ.” It’s not shocking by any means, and they’ve all certainly had worse, but still. The aftermath of Michael and Gavin chaos can be a real shitshow.

“They got away, obviously, but Jack and I are both thinking we lay low for a few days.” Trevor squeezes Matt’s hand one last time before pulling away, opting instead to curl himself around Jeremy.

“Makes sense to me.” Laying low may not be his favorite way to operate, but he trusts Trevor’s judgement. If he and Jack think it’s necessary, it must be. Odds are, it’ll be the three of them holed up in this apartment for a week, the rest of the crew in various homes across the city. 

“Wha-“ Jeremy shifts at the touch. “Shit, Trevor, I’m sorry, I missed all of that.”

Trevor only chuckles. “You’re good, man.” Matt feels Trevor’s hand slip between his chest and Jeremy’s. “Go back to sleep.” He hears Trevor press a kiss to Jeremy’s shoulder, followed by a fond, contented sigh.

Maybe laying low won’t be all bad. Boring, sure, but at least they’ll be together.

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“You know I love you both to death, and I’ll support anything you guys want to do, but if you think that wall is structurally sound, I- I really don’t know how to help you.” Trevor is standing in the middle of the living room, one hand on his hip, pointing at two precariously leaned pillows.

“Alright, it’s not done yet-“ Matt begins, shooting him an exasperated look.

“Yeah, and we’ll thank you not to judge us until our vision is fully realized.” Jeremy says, voice monotone. Immediately, he breaks into a giggle. “God, can you imagine if I talked like that?” he picks up his beer from the coffee table, taking a long sip.

“See, I don’t like that because it really sounded like you were doing an impression of me.” Matt says, kneeling down next to the compromised pillow wall. He tries to adjust it slightly, and it collapses, taking three more pillows with it. “Shit.”

“I don’t wanna say I told you so, but…” Trevor trails off into laughter.

“Alright Mr. Fuckin Engineer,” Matt sits back and gestures broadly at the mess of pillows and blankets surrounding him. “You figure out how to give pillows integrity.”

“Well first off, don’t build walls out of pillows.” Trevor mutters, sitting cross legged beside Matt on the floor.

“Trevor, it’s a pillow fort.” Jeremy emphasizes, waving his beer around. “What are we supposed to use, concrete?”

“No,” Trevor says, squeezing the various pillows that have fallen, searching for the firmest ones. “but also don’t use the softest pillows we own as a base.” He takes the one he’s least satisfied with and chucks it in Jeremy’s direction, hitting him squarely in the chest.

“Trevor!” Jeremy stares at him incredulously, mouth slightly hanging open. “I did nothing to you!”

“Maybe that’s the problem.” Matt deadpans, and now Jeremy whips the pillow back at him.

The entire situation dissolves quickly from there, going from the very ambitious fort plan to an all out pillow war. It’s all obscenities and insults and laughter, pillows flying in all directions. Jeremy claims the couch, yelling something about height advantage and fairness. Trevor full on falls multiple times, trying desperately to jump over projectiles. It absolutely doesn’t work. Matt tries to take shelter under a blanket, which is a poor choice. The other two truce long enough to dogpile on him, and then they’re three idiots wrestling on the floor.

When they’re all tuckered out, they wind up just staying down there, constructing something that’s less pillow fort and more pillow nest. Regardless of what their original plan was, Trevor is inclined to think that this is better. Its nice to just have fun, be a little silly with the two people he loves most. He can’t think of a better way to spend a a Tuesday night.

#This can be summed up with: #Jeremy’s love language is wreaking inconsequential havoc #Matt’s is cuddles and being a supportive ear #and Tevors is getting to be silly with people he loves. #I just… I love the idea that the Happiest Times™ are not some grandiose moment #but simply living a life with people you care about #this was very fun to write #thank you for the request! #i hope you enjoy! #whats their ship name? #im truly blanking... ahh someone let me know #ragehappy #ks writes #ks talks #winkyblinkyandstew

[cellophaine]

Home With You

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Word Count: 3003

Warnings: None.

Author's Note: I figured I should give you guys a break from my smutty contents lol. And I just wanted to write an indulgent fluff piece.

As always, every likes, comments, reblogs, feedbacks and ask submissions are greatly appreciated! My heart goes into cha-cha-cha mode whenever I receive notifications from you guys (it's a happy mode)

Prompt requested by: Anonyomous (love you anon <3)

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"Matt?!"

You called out as you walked into his apartment; the exhaustion crept into your voice. His name echoed back to you in the empty place, a tell-tale sign of Matt's absence. You huffed out a frustrated sigh as you stepped out of your heels, padding into the living room on bare feet, much to your relief. You dropped your briefcase to the floor with abandon, planting face-first onto the couch, releasing another weary sigh. This was the third night in a row you missed him on his way out, but it was nothing out of the ordinary. At this point, it had become a regular occurrence. You felt like you barely saw him as of late. All you had was the little time in the mornings with Matt's body wrapped around yours in the bed. And it wasn't enough. How could it be?

Your workload as a paralegal at Hogarth, Chao & Benowitz had picked up in the past few months. The pay was more than decent, but it resulted in more time assisting Jeri Hogarth in cases and less time spending with your boyfriend. The immense amount of guilt you felt kept building up, as you knew Matt was not happy about your situation, but he always knew what to say to make you feel better. You had spent time running around New York for researches, staying late at the office at Hogarth's requests.

The days would always end with you worn out to the bones. Matt hated how the job was clawing at you, chipping away a piece of you every day, leaving you stressed out and exhausted. But he was supportive anyway, understanding that it was your choice in the matter. And so, Matt was the only constant, comforting source in your life. He would be there every time you woke up, cuddling and kissing you, making sure that you had all your meals throughout the day, taking care of you when you couldn't do it yourself.

You dragged your enervated self into the shower, lathering yourself up with Matt's shampoo and body, indulging in his scent under the hot water. The clean smell of his soap in the shower steam helped relieve the ache of missing him in your chest. You had slept over his apartment every night. Still, ironic enough, you felt like you drifted away further from him, not of your own volition. Matt was the anchor that kept you close, but how long would it last? How long would he be willing to stay?

You patted yourself dry, walking into his bedroom, the air cool on your exposed skin. You opened the closet, pulling out a sweatshirt of his. You hugged it close to your chest, dropping your head low to inhale the smell of him. You pulled the shirt on along with his too-big sweatpants, tightening the strings at the waistband. You put on his socks, too, tucking them over the hems of the sweats, just like how he always did it. A habit of his that you had absorbed. A bittersweet thought struck you. Despite being in his apartment, often living in his space more than your own, you wore his clothes just to feel closer to him. He was close but never close enough.

You found your way to the couch again, plopping your head on the pillow. You curled into yourself, settling in a comfortable position. You didn't bother with dinner, for you craved something else. You just wanted him here. You wanted to spend every second you could get with him to make up for the time you had missed. You tried to stay up, waiting for him to come back. But the toll of the day pulled on your eyelids, luring you into sleep with much resistance from you.

A weightless feeling woke you from your sleep. You blinked sleepily; your hazy vision revealed Matt, still in his Daredevil suit, the helmet was nowhere in sight. His unseeing eyes radiated the comfort and affection you loved, and you hummed happily at the blessed sight of him. A smile pulled on the corner of Matt's lips as he laid you down on the bed, pulling the soft blanket over you. He brushed your hair off your eyes before leaning in, pressing a lingering kiss on your forehead. You smiled sleepily at his gesture, tilting your face up as his warmth left your skin. Your lips met his halfway, and you sighed into the kiss that you craved with the entirety of your being. You needed this, needed him; you yearned for him. Your hand found its way to him; his light stubble tickled your fingertips. You caressed his face, needing to touch, to feel him, as the kiss grew heavy. Finally, he pulled back from you with much reluctance, within your reach, just enough so you could hear his whisper.

"Have you had dinner? I left you your favourite in the fridge."

You pressed your head into the pillow before shaking your head, along with a muffled confirmation of his suspicion. His brows furrowed, and you quickly pulled on his jaw, drawing him closer. You resumed the kiss, and once again, Matt was the one who broke away. Lowering your voice in a soothing tone, you asked in the hope of distracting him.

"Do you have any injuries that needed to be looked at?"

"It was a pretty uneventful night. I know what you're doing, and it's not working."

He responded at once; his head shook slightly in disapproval. He knew you too well. You knew that. But you didn't want to get up while all you wanted was to bask in his familiarity, his warmth again.

"I had a very long day. I just want to go back to sleep, with you. Please?"

Your desperate plea tugged at his heart. His eyes softened as he pressed a chaste kiss to your lips.

"Alright. But you will have a big breakfast, first thing when you get up."

You bit your lip, brows waggling at him, even though you knew he couldn't see that. A playful, suggestive tone glided into your voice.

"Oh, I definitely would like something 'big' for breakfast."

He let out a small laugh at your terrible tease.

"I'm serious. I was gone for a few hours, and you already neglected yourself."

"I promise. I'll be yours for the entire weekend. Now, can you get your ass in this bed, preferably naked? Pretty please."

He chuckled, standing up to pull his protective gear off. A few rustles later, the mattress dipped as Matt climbed into the bed behind you. He pulled you into his chest, pressing butterfly kisses on your hair. You turned onto your back, giving him easier access to your lips. He eagerly took you on your offer, pulling you in for a soft kiss, so soft that it made you melt into his embrace. He moved to kiss your cheeks, making his way to your eyelids, ending the kiss on your forehead.

"Sleep now, sweetheart. I'll be here when you wake up."

You turned to your side to cuddle into him, curling your hand behind his muscular back. You nuzzled your face into his firm chest, kissing and nibbling sleepily on the naked skin. You fell asleep promptly, grateful for the weekend ahead of you.

Your phone buzzed again and again on Matt's bedside table. You groaned, burrowing your face further into Matt's chest. The faint scent of blood and sweat, of Matt, infiltrated your senses through a daze. However, whoever on the other side stayed persistent; calls came in after calls. Finally, you untangled your limbs from Matt's with frustration, answering the call to hear Hogarth's voice on the other side.

"Where the fuck are you? Why didn't you pick up your damn phone?"

"It's… it's the weekend."

"And? This case won't go away itself. Come in now, or you're fired."

Your ears met with the dead tone from the other line. You fell back onto the warm bed, feeling like you could burst into tears. Pressing your face into the pillow, you muffled a silent scream. Matt propped on his elbow, caressing your back with the other hand.

"Stay here. Quit the job. You deserve so much better than how Hogarth's treating you."

You murmured.

"I can't. Her words have weight. She can really help me with my career. The pay isn't bad either."

"I know, but it's not worth it. I don't like seeing you bend over backward to every of her demand. I can feel your exhaustion every night. I hate seeing you so harrowed and stressed out."

You sighed heavily.

"It's not like I can quit right away. Not until I can secure a better job somewhere else. Rent in Hell's Kitchen is crazy. Until then, I'm stuck with her."

You moved around in the place, talking to Matt as you got ready. When you stepped out of the bathroom into the living room, dressed in your work attire, Matt walked over to where you stood, offering you a cup of tea. You smiled sadly at him, stroking his cheeks. Then, you raised on your tiptoe, kissing him swiftly before picking up your briefcase, making your way to the door.

"I'm sorry, I can't drink the tea. I'm already late. I'll see you later tonight?"

Matt fell into silence; his head turned away from your direction. The mugs of tea in his hands stayed still and abandoned. You felt an awful jerk on your heartstring for leaving him like this. You spoke softly.

"I love you."

One moment of silence, then two. Matt reluctantly spoke, his voice small, barely audible.

"Love you, too."

You gnawed on your bottom lip in defeat, walking out the door. Your heart grew heavier with every step you took, carrying you further away from him.

When the elevator opened, you were working at your desk, just outside of Hogarth's office. You looked up just in time as the infamous P.I of Hell's Kitchen walked past your desk, sparing a glance towards you. You sprang up from your seat, running after her.

"Ms. Jones, I'm sorry, but you can't go in there. Unfortunately, Ms. Hogarth is not available at the moment."

Jones reeked of alcohol, but there was no sign of intoxication. She scoffed.

"I don't care if she's fucking another secretary in there. Step aside. I don't want to hurt you."

You stood in her path, taking your stance. Although preventing Jessica Jones from entering your boss' office wasn't your job, Hogarth made you do it anyway. She made you do many things that went beyond your responsibilities as a paralegal, as she always held her power over your head like an invisible sword, readied to strike at any given time.

Jessica rolled her eyes, sidestepping you. You stuck your foot out in her path, making her boot catch on your heel. She stumbled lightly, whirling around to face you.

"Seriously?"

You swallowed, shrugging.

"A girl's gotta do what she's gotta do."

"Maybe that girl should get another job and stop working for that monster."

Jessica quickened her pace, pushing the door open as you chased after her.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Hogarth, but she …."

"… tired of your shit, Hogarth. What the fuck is wrong with you?"

Jessica gritted out the words. Your boss sent a deathly glare at you.

"Leave us."

She flicked a wrist at you, and you closed the door behind you as fast as you could. You went back to your desk, speeding through your mountain of paperwork. About half an hour later, Jessica walked out with a menacing expression on her face, heading straight for the elevator. Jeri walked out about two minutes later, looming over your desk.

"If that happens again, I will personally destroy your little, pathetic career. You hear me?"

You nodded solemnly.

"Have them on my desk before 5."

Hogarth left you alone for the rest of your time there. You were done with the work at a little over 3 PM. You dropped it off, and it was refreshing to see a surprise expression on her face for once instead of the usual scowl you received. Then, you headed straight for Matt's place, couldn't wait to get back to your boyfriend, despite the little not-an-argument you had earlier that day.

He wasn't home when you got there. You sighed, afraid you had messed things up with him. After changing into something more comfortable, you sat down on Matt's kitchen table with your laptop open and a steamy plate of food Matt left you last night. You sat there, your fingers tapping away on your device for what felt like hours until you heard the sound of the door being opened. Matt walked in, dressed in his usual gym clothes with a duffle bag hanging off his shoulder. His face was flushed, his hair stuck out adorably. You stood up, lingering at the chair. You cleared your throat.

"I'm… sorry for this morning. Are we … okay?"

You ached to hug him, to be gathered into his arms, to kiss him. Your bottom lip trembled slightly. You wouldn't know what to do if he said no.

He could sense your uncertainty with every word. His face softened at your vulnerable disposition, his arms opened wide, dropping his cane and bag to the floor with little care.

"Of course we are."

You lunged into his embrace, holding him tight as he picked you up easily, his face buried in the crook of your neck. You found his lips, pouring your heart and soul into the kiss. Eventually, you pulled away from each other as you gasped for air, your foreheads touching.

Matt lowered you down to the ground, still holding you in his arms, his hand caressing your spine in a soothing motion.

"I'm looking up other jobs. Hogarth is … horrible, and I'm always stressed out. You're right. It's not worth it."

"You know … Nelson & Murdock can use a helping hand."

Matt raised his brow at you; an endearing grin pulled at the corner of his lips. You smacked his chest playfully.

"As if I'm not helping you guys in my free time already."

You trailed a finger from the waistband of his sweats, ghosting over his abdomen and chest, ended your way at the pulse on his neck, stroking the delicate arc of his throat. Matt let out a small groan of pleasure.

"That means you already have an in with the firm."

You squinted your eyes at Matt while he feigned innocence.

"Are you serious?"

"Yes. I would love to have you there. We still have to discuss this with Foggy, but I think he'd be thrilled."

The earnestness in his voice was unconcealed. Working for Matt and Foggy was a tempting proposal, but you wanted to give it some thought first.

"Let me think about it."

The week started anew, with another visit from Jessica Jones. Only this time, you didn't cease your work pace, even as she walked past your desk. Jessica halted, looking at you skeptically.

"Why are you not stopping me right now? Did Hogarth call of her little guard dog?"

You looked up from your computer screen, giving her a nonchalant shrug.

"Nah, the order is still in effect. But I don't care."

The P.I gave you a nod and headed for Hogarth's office.

Before the workday ended, you were summoned by your fuming boss. Hogarth stood at her desk, a glass of whiskey clutched tight in her hand. She looked upon your entry, sneering at you.

"What part of preventing Jessica Jones from entering my office that you didn't understand? Do you —"

"I understand. I just don't care."

You dropped off the folder on Hogarth's desk. She narrowed her eyes at the manila envelope.

"This is my letter of resignation. I quit. I would say it was an honour to work with you, but that would be a lie."

You left the office that day feeling so much better than you had felt in months. There was a spring in your steps as you climbed the stairs to Matt's place. You walked in as an aroma of mouthwatering food being cooked engulfed you, welcoming you home. Matt was in the kitchen, facing the stove. You walked up behind him, wrapping your arms around his torso. Matt lifted an arm over your shoulder, pulling you in to kiss your forehead. Then, he turned off the stove, fully angled his body to you and gave you a warm embrace.

"So you did it? How did she take it?"

"She was furious, Matt. She threatened to make sure I could never practice law ever again. Over and over. But I'm not worried. She can threaten me however she wants. I know the law."

"I'm so proud of you, sweetheart. You're better off without her. And if she dared to do that, you wouldn't be alone. Foggy and I will have your back."

You hugged him even tighter, pressing your ear to the steady rhythm of his heart. You stayed like that for a moment as the sound of Hell's Kitchen played in the background. Matt buried his nose into your hair, peppering your face with kisses. Then, at last, he spoke up.

"So, have you given more thoughts on working for Nelson & Murdock?"

You made a tsk sound, tapping a finger against your lips, pretending to be in deep thoughts.

"I don't know. Wouldn't it make quite a scandal since I'm dating one of the bosses?"

"Considering the other boss already knows about the arrangement, no one else has to. We can keep a secret -"

Matt dipped his head; his lips brushed over the curve of your ear purposefully. The mere contact sent a shiver down your spine in anticipation. Finally, he released the last part of his sentence; his voice dropped dangerously low, dripped in an alluring invitation.

"- and have fun with it."

#matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock fanfic #matt murdock x you #matt murdock imagine #matt murdock au #matt murdock fic #matt murdock fluff #marvel imagine #daredevil #daredevil x reader #daredevil au #daredevil imagine #daredevil fanfiction #cellophaine 100 followers event #no use of y/n

[linasobsessions]

Our Journey OR 4 Times you asked Matt for something during your pregnancy and the one time he did {Matthew Tkachuk}

Word count: 2,5k

Warnings: talk of vomit? Matthew being extremely sweet (yes this should be a warning)

After you told Matthew you were pregnant he was over the moon. His face lit up with what probably was the brightest smile you had ever seen. He couldn't wait to be a father, even if your pregnancy was unexpected. He had swore right then and there that he would do anything to ensure you had everything you wanted and that he would take care of you and your little one in any way that he could. And he took his promise incredibly serious.

1.

A couple of weeks after you found out the typical pregnancy symptoms started. Especially the morning sickness was something you struggled with. It wasn't unusual you woke up with the urge to throw up. Today was one of those days.

You woke up cuddled into Matthews chest with his arms wrapped closely around you. He had come home from a long roadtrip last night and you were glad he was finally back home with you. Before you were pregnant it wasn't as hard to see him leave as it was now. Now you had another person you had to worry about which made it so much more difficult. Having him close to you and waking up next to him was one of the best feelings in the world. But this morning that feeling was pushed aside by nausea taking over. Unwrapping yourself from his arms you bolted to the bathroom to empty your stomach. You should be used to it by now but it still took so much energy from you.

You didn't hear Matthew wake up and get to the bathroom with you. Only when you felt one of his hands holding your hair back you noticed he was there. The other started to rub your back to soothe you. When your stomach had calmed down you lifted your head and let out a groan.

"Matt please get out. I don't want you to see me like this."

But he just pressed a kiss to the back of your head instead of getting up.

"Baby, I signed up for this when I told you I'd take care of you. This is part of our journey. I won't leave you alone with this. You okay now or do you have to go again?"

You nodded and stood up with his support to get to the sink. Grabbing your toothbrush you started to brush the taste of vomit away.

"I'll get you some tea, okay? Get back to bed when you're done."

You gave him a small smile and tried to speak with the toothbrush in your mouth.

"Can we cuddle then? I don't really feel up to doing something."

Matthew pressed a kiss on your temple and muttered 'you can be glad it's my day off' before getting out of the bathroom to make you the tea. Finishing off you spit out the toothpaste and rinsed out your mouth. You were glad to be getting back to bed as you laid back under the covers and got comfortable. Matt came back to the bedroom with a steaming mug in his hands which he put down on your nightstand. You patted his side of the bed so he would get back into bed with you. Smiling to himself he slid under the covers with you and pulled you close to him. Laying your head on his chest and drawing shapes on his skin. You started to get drowsy again and Matthew noticed.

"Go to sleep baby. I'll be here when you wake up. I love you."

You nuzzled into the crook of his neck as your eyes finally fell shut.

"I love you too Matty."

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2.

It took until the end of your first trimester for the morning sickness to calm to such an extent that it was a rarity. Pregnancy hormones took over their place. And these pregnancy hormones made you crazy. Not only did you have heavy mood swings. No. You were also constantly sexually frustrated. Matthew could do anything when he was home, even just sit on the couch watching a movie and you wanted to jump his bones. Not that he minded of course. He was happy to help you out with your seemingly insatiable libido.

It had been a calm night. You and Matt had planned to watch a movie and then go to bed. He had a game tomorrow so it was important that he went to bed early and got as much rest as he could. But your hormones seemed to have other plans. Watching him all concentrated on the movie and having his side profile with jawline full on display made you press your thighs together. Your hand reached out to the back of his neck as you run your hands through the hair there. As he leaned into your touch you decided to make your move.

"Matty?"

You moved your body closer to him and he reached out for your body to curl up against him. He looked down at you and raised his eyebrow, signaling you to continue. You looked down nervously in your lap. You didn't want him to lose rest because of you but you couldn't help yourself. You needed him so badly. Your fingers ran over his chest against the muscles you loved so much.

"I need you Matty. Please. Please fuck me."

The look you had in your eye made Matt give in. He let out a groan while leaning forward to press your lips together. You sighed as you finally felt the satisfaction of having him this close again. You pushed yourself into his lap as you wrapped your arms around his neck. His hands wandered to your hips, grabbing onto them so hard you were sure he would leave marks on your skin. The kiss started to get very passionate with your lips moving and synch and your tongues exploring the other. Almost unconsciously you started to move your hips against his, pressing your core into his crotch. Another groan left his lips as he threw back his head and you felt him harden up under you. He now guided your hips with his hands as you moved your mouth down to his neck, sucking on the skin under his ear.

"Take me to bed, Matthew."

He didn't have to be told twice as he held your thighs against him. He walked to your bedroom with you holding onto him, kissing him in a way he knew you would have a good night. And an amazing night it was.

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3.

Your cravings were beginning to take over. Your little daughter, as you had found out, was craving the weirdest things st the weirdest times. Some things, like Nutella and pickles had already become so regular that you had enough glasses of both to last a lifetime. When Matt noticed it was a returning craving he bought as much of it as he could. You thought it was very cute, seeing him so caring to have your and your baby girl satisfied. He was very helpful when it came to your cravings, having made sure you would ask him to get things for you no matter the time. And the no matter the time was something that was kicking in now.

You looked at your phone for the time. 3.46am. And you were craving a milkshake with fries. Letting out a sigh you turned back to lay down and looked next to you to see Matthew spread out, deep in sleep. He looked so young and innoced while sleeping it could make you forget what a cocky little shit he sometimes was. But that only made you love him even more. You hated waking him up but he made you promise to make him get your cravings. Grabbing onto his shoulders you shook them while calling his name. Grumbling because he got pulled out of his precious sleep he lifted his head to look at you. You took this as a sign to continue talking.

"Baby girl is craving a vanilla milkshake with fries. Could you please get some?"

Without complaining he got up muttering a 'of course sweetheart' before throwing on sweatpants and a hoddie to get you your milkshake. Half an hour later the bedroom door opened with him carrying a bag of fries with two milkshakes, one for you and one for him. As you saw him making his way over to you, your face lit up with a big smile. This is was Matt was living for. Seeing you happy made him the happiest. He sat back down on the bed with you and you took his face into your hands and kissed him as a thank you.

"Thank you baby. You're the absolute best you know that?"

Matt smiled back at you while wrapping his arm around you. He looked at you eating your fries, dipping them into your milkshake as he sipped on his.

"Anything for you my love. Can't have you and our baby girl hungry can we?"

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4.

At the end of your second trimester the unpleasant sides of your pregnancy started. You were constantly tired and your back hurt from all the extra weight on your belly. But the worst thing was the swelling of your feet and ankles. It felt like every time you went out it didn't take long for your feet to swell up yet again. It bothered you so much that you didn't go out as often anymore.

But one thing you would never miss for anything in the world. And that was a Calgary home game. So you were back at the saddledome in your Tkachuk jersey to support your boyfriend. Standing in the family box with all the other WAGS and children was something you looked forward to every time you were there so it was no surprise you didn't feel your feet swelling up until the middle of the second period. You tried working through it but it just got more uncomfortable as time went on. By the time the game was over and you were making your way down the tunnel you were ready to get home, lay down and do nothing else for the rest of the night. And Matt caught onto this. When he got out of the dressing room he wrapped his arms around you and let you to the exit.

"Let's get you home baby."

As you walked back into the apartment you kicked off your shoes and laid down on the couch while Matthew went to the bedroom to change out of his GameDay suit into more comfortable clothing. He came back with a normal shirt and sweatpants on, but it made him look extremely cuddly. He sat down on the couch by your feet and an idea popped into your head.

"Matty? Could you please massage my feet? There killing me."

He put your ankles into his lap without hesitation as he ran his hands over the swollen skin. It relieved the ache in your feet and you relaxed under his touch.

"You were standing too much again babe. You should sit down during games."

You only let out a hum, knowing you would stand for him and the team anyway. No matter how bad your feel would ache. But you knew Matthew would be there to massage the ache out of your feet after standing too much. Just like he was always taking care of you.

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+1

It was the middle of your last trimester and your belly seemed to get bigger and bigger every pday. You could feel your little girl kicking and moving around in your belly and it gave you comfort feeling her being so active. By now, Matt insisted of you staying home from games of his, just to be safe. And you followed his wish. But seeing the flames get crushed by the oilers during a home game made you wish you could be in the arena to comfort Matt as soon as he got out of the dressing room. But that had to wait.

You were getting ready for bed, changing into one of Matthews bigger shirts when you heard the front door opening. Matt was home. Hearing his dress shoes on the wood of your floor made you antsy to welcome him back. He opened the bedroom door and saw you with your arms already opened for a hug. For him, this was home. Seeing you in one of his shirts ready to welcome him home gave him a great feeling of being at home. Matt let out a sigh as he dropped his bag by the door and walked into your arms. He curled his arms around you to embrace you as tightly as he could without putting pressure on your belly. Running your hands over his back and through his hair you finally felt him relax. You stepped out of the hug to cup his cheek and run your thumb over the stubble on his cheek.

"Get changed. I'll be waiting in bed to cuddle."

You didn't have to tell him twice as he kissed your forehead and moved to your closet to get changed. Meanwhile you slid under the covers and watched him get out of his suit. As he was only dressed in his boxers he turned around and got into bed with you. He looked at you with sparkling eyes and a shy smile, something you rarely saw.

"Can I- can I talk to her?"

You knew exactly what he wanted to do. He wanted to talk to your belly. He had picked it up sometime along your second trimester, once you felt her starting to move around. He told her all about his day, jokes his teammates had told him but mostly he told her how excited he was to welcome her to the world and that he couldn't wait for her to get out of your belly so he'd give her all the hugs and kisses she could possibly want. It warmed your heart every single time, seeing him so attentive with your unborn daughter that you didn't hesitate to pull the shirt over you belly so it was on display. He rested his head above it and pressed a kiss against your skin. As he got comfortable you began to run your hands through his curls, knowing it would relax him and distract him from the loss even more. You were starting to drift off to sleep as you heard Matt say the first words to your belly of the night.

"Hey little one. It's daddy. I can't wait for you to finally be here so I can finally have you in my arms."

All these things ensured you he would be the best dad to your daughter. And you agreed with him. You couldn't wait for her to come into the world and grace you with her presence. You know your little one would be one of the most loved children in the world.

#nhl #hockey #calgary flames #matthew tkachuk #Matthew tkachuk imagine #nhl imagines #nhl imagine #hockey imagines #hockey imagine #Matthew tkachuk imagines #Matthew tkachuk x Reader

[nochiquinn]

campaign 1 episode 27 REDUX: The Path to Whitestone OR travis willingham’s personal hell chamber

I was looking for timestamps (god bless you, people who do timestamps in youtube comments) and found this absolute gem of a comment that p much says what I was trying to get across w/my onion avocado comments last time

[id: Besides his metagaming, his dice fudging, and other things, like the "I want to do 6 things. Those things don't work the way I wanted? Then forget it I don't do those and now I want to do these 6 other things. I can't do that? Well then let me say the same exact idea even though you just told me I couldn't". I realize looking back that a big problem was him staying in his lane in roleplaying. In D&D everyone plays a role. The Wizard takes care of the spells, the rogue does the sneaky sneak, etc. But then there's also the roles like the planner, the tank, and even the comic relief. Tiberius did well when he fit into his role as the professor and the spellcaster. But then he wanted to get into everyone else's lanes and make the show all about him.

Laura/Vex had Trinket and so he got a pet pseudodragon. If that were all then it wouldn't be a big deal. Scanlan makes the sexual jokes and come-ons, and Orion tries to jump in on that too. To disastrous results. He starts inventing weapons, Percy's role, and they are pretty high damage melee weapons and uses them brutally. Grogs role. The Briarwood arc is Percy's story. Tiberius jumps into this with the "Yeah ME, It happened to ME. I HATE them". Trying to take on some of the personal vendetta aspect for Tiberius. Because the whole story needs to be about him and not Vox Machina. Anything that others do or get attention for, he wants to take for himself. You've got to fill your role and let the others fill theirs, let them have their drum solos too, and their parts of the story that aren't shining a light on you at the moment. Ideally, you want to support them and help them get their spotlight moments.]

"vespa, thrown from a tower wall" me, who associates the name with percy and vex's infant daughter: 😨

(I mean it's still 😨 but...infants)

I will never be as good at atmospheric writing as matthew goddamn mercer

taliesin listening with his eyes closed

laura and travis gossiping on the top table

"are we there?" no, you're cows

s n i t c h

"can we do the ricochet noises if percy misses" "okay but I want 5.1 so start here and go down"

the wookie noises for trinket

"am-bear-dextrous" 

"I'm just saying, I haven't meta-gamed" I think the first time I watched this I literally said out loud "do you want a cookie??"

"thanks for leaving a BEAR on suicide watch" "it was to CUDDLE if you were SAD. it was a THERAPY BEAR."

"percy, you're up" "[the deepest sigh]"

matt trying to describe the misfire while everyone does PTWING noises

taliesin: "I'm gonna do something a little weird" me: :D

meelee

(this is not me picking on matt, I too pronounce it meelee, but that's bc of an ancient TFS Plays L4D video) (I MEELEE'D HIM FOR YOU GAN)

orion not realizing their prisoner was getting choked out

it's not happening to tiberius so it doesn't matter 😌

"he's got better armor class than I do" bc he's a BEAR

"trinket missed?" "yeah" "PWING!"

lmao marisha asking for napkins and ryan just going "oh, shit"

marisha vs drinks is an eternal battle

this is now a foley artist convention

#supplebear

immune to gravity

The Party Is Now Deaf

"if you fail I get to scream in your ear"

marisha lasering herself in the eye

"hold still, casper"

"all I know is how to stick my face into beehives, apparently"

lmao there was shit on the bottom of the stein the very next episode

vax asking keyleth about her hand and sam looking frantically between marisha and liam

"I rolled a one! :D"

percy dropping eaves

"you wanna stop being a fucking creeper"

insight check ur party member

ahh, yes. orion's attempt at building a spin-off series all by his damn self.

"I didn't know we had a whole ARMY at our disposal, that's wonderful to hear." I cannot screencap laura's sarcasm or I absolutely would

oh my g o d, dude, no one wants to do your plan, just sit DOWN

"as vex is saying this, tiberius is getting a half-chub"

tumblr is going to eat my soul trying to post all of these but watching their faces during certain scenes has always been fun for me and now, when orion is going off the rails for reasons no one can discern, and they can't call him out Live On The Internet...it's fandom anthropology. for me anyway.

(it's also me being made WILDLY uncomfortable by the vibes they have created in the studio today and focusing on literally anything else)

(ftr they should have called him out Live On The Internet)

another comment pointed out that knowing now that travis has adhd, his reactions are [deposits self in my psychology armchair, in front of my projector] possibly at least partially from being bored out of his skull and the general agitation that can create in adhd people

(the other part is orion being a horse's ass)

I love how they all pronounce "assum" has like a corruption of "hassan" despite matt not pronouncing it that way even once

sam: "we've always sought the path of most glory [describes a raid on the castle full of vampires]" travis: yes. thank you. this man understands me. for the love of god please let me hit something.

sam: maybe we should leave it up to the stream everyone else: absolutely FUCKING not

"I'm not dragging you into this with me" "we're CHOOSING to go, shut the FUCK up"

"all opposed say nay" "moo"

it's also weirdly endearing to watch the subs climb up, there's only 9k so far

smoke bomb ?

liam's old man ringtone

orion getting shitty when taliesin does the thing they already agreed to do just bc orion changed his mind

taliesin, 2015: save rp for good shit liam, 2019: I wanna roleplay fish and chips!!

"I thought you said you were gonna be brief" "I would if everybody else would shut the fuck up"

"how do you [remember npc names on the fly]??" "because I have to"

oh no it died

the timeline is going but the audio and video are not

oh there it goes

"it reminds me of my friend" ;-;

they never let themselves forget pike

jfsdfjs travis dropping his die while he was fidgeting with it

forgot that was from here

vex: haggle, goddamn you

orion: I have eight things travis:

mala said I have to watch travis' soul die in real time

mirrors

matt: if you're not going to f u c k i n g listen I'm going to take 500 gold from you

travis: I'm gonna kill everybody

(that's not me editorializing, he literally old laura that)

vax clipping one of keyleth's flowers 🥺

idk if laura called liam a dork or made a throwing up noise

"go sleep in your money"

"someday we will get out of the character creation menu, but it is not this day" "I don't like the nose yet" I am called out

I was called out the first time and I am still called out, nothing has changed

"percy is used to unstable things" "was that a jab at my - no, nevermind. can we not talk about my tastes?"

"that's what I do. that's what tiberius does." good, one more fucking useless thing

(I've honestly stopped watching the screen, did he get shitty about marisha's "I'm doing it 'cause I said it, I've committed, I'm setting a standard"?)

"I had to ask" no you didn't

"what if I roll like shit?" "then it'll be hilarious!"

"everyone remember that tiberius can just call in destruction whenever he wants"

"it reads - " "return to sender"

taliesin gargling for keyleth's water elemental speech

how did he not choke

(practice)

absolutely despise the rope bridge sound effect. hate it.

"know what I would give for a flying fucking carpet right now?!"

"I tie up all the horses" rip those horses

"these cliffside, coastal fjords" travis: 🤔

"I start researching liches, just bc I want to" ykw you could have tried to make the argument that, as a wizard, tiberius recognized some of delilah's magic and thought she might be a lich but now you just sound shady as fuck

that "do you wanna arm wrestle?" "no." was how I realized travis was just. not good.

like obviously he has not enjoyed this episode at all but that exhange was what drove it home for me

new meme format

"grog, throw something really heavy" "I pick up scanlan"

#critical role #crititag #reaction post #campaign 1 rewatch

[aewhore]

Favorite crime ~ Kenny x reader (ANGST)

Summary: Kenny is a dirt bag, and doesn't appreciate the reader but the reader loves him.  hint of matt x reader.

WARNINGS: Kenny is not a good person in this! No other warnings! 

He’s a liar. 

He always had been. 

Even the second he met you, he lied to you. He told you that you were the most beautiful person he’d ever seen and you were stupid enough to believe him. 

You sat backstage in Daily’s place, in Kenny’s personnel locker room. You were in some skimpy dress that Kenny had insisted you wear, as Kenny's girlfriend it was important you “kept up his reputation” You watched Kenny cut a promo on-screen with his creepy uncle Don. You were completely spaced out, lost in thought. How did you get here? You wanted to be a wrestler yourself but you had put that on pause to be Kenny’s supportive girlfriend. He was the focal point of the most important storyline in wrestling history. Your attention is pulled back into the room by a loud knock at the door. You focus back on the TV and see that Kenny’s promo has finished, you don’t know how long it’s been over. Before you can say anything Matt Jackson storms into the room with his eyes darting around before landing on you. “Kenny not back yet?” You looked around the obviously empty locker room. “No, no he’s not” Matt seemed to strangely calm down at the information. “Oh, when’s he gonna be back then?” Matt asks as he steps into the room allowing the door to close behind him. “I don’t know, I think he has a meeting now.” You were lying, you had no idea where he was. He will probably text you saying he, Don and the good brothers are going clubbing and for me to find my own way back home. He wouldn’t be home till the early hours of the morning, smelling of cheap perfume and shitty vodka. 

“Sure he is, what’re you still doing here?” Matt sat down onto the too soft leather couch beside you. “I don’t know, being a supportive girlfriend I guess.” you awkwardly chuckle but you can feel a blush spreading across your cheeks as you feel the heat from Matt’s body radiate towards you. “you are a supportive girlfriend but he’s being kind of a bad boyfriend, why do you stay with him?” This wasn’t the first time Matt has come across you, sitting alone because Kenny left you for the arms of another. “Be honest, what else would I do? I’ve been with him for 4 years, He’s all I know!” You were tired of being treated like this but you knew the ending of this story, you would return home to go to bed alone, he would stumble in at 3 am, cuddle up to you and mumble that he loved you before passing out. It was sad but you like to fool yourself into believing that he did love you, that he could care about you. “Maybe I could help you get back at him.” Your brows furrow as you try to understand what Matt means but his intentions become clear when his hand lands on your bare thigh. You were conflicted, of course, you were attracted to Matt. He was gorgeous, and you would love to run your hands through his hair but you loved Kenny. Matt’s hand continued to massage up your thigh as your mind was racing. “Y/N, I could treat you so much better than he does, I would treat you like the beautiful, smart woman you are. Let me show you how a real man treats a woman.” his hand was centimetres from your pantie line. “Oh, matt… I can’t.” You sadly say. Kenny hurts you constantly but you could never betray him. Despite how much you’d like to, your heart won’t allow it. Matt’s hand has stopped on your thigh. “After all this, you still choose him.” Matt’s voice shattered your heart. “I’m sorry Matt, it’s always going to be him.” Matt’s hand left your thigh, leaving your skin cold and your heart broken. Your eyes begin to fill with tears as your eyes focus on the navy carpet beneath your feet. You feel the couch move as Matt stands and heads towards the door. Before leaving through the door he stops. “Go home Y/N, hopefully you can love yourself as much as I do.” You don’t even look up as the door closes behind him. 

Getting from Daily’s place to your house and into bed was a blur. You lay on your side with your knees brought up to your chest. The room was completely dark as your mind filled with self-loathing. You don’t realise how late it is until you hear the front door slam open. Your mind quiets immediately as your ears focus on the footsteps stumbling up the stairs. It's like clockwork, he comes into the bedroom turning on the main light to ensure if his loud entrance didn't wake you that the bright lights would, he takes his time stripping out of his designer clothes after throwing his boots across the room. He shakes the bed as he gets into bed, constantly adjusting himself before you allow him to pull you into his chest. You can hear he’s grumbling about something, probably a false apology about why he’s back so late. You catch the end of his spiel though. “You know how the good brothers are but I'm happy to be home. You look so beautiful, I love you baby, goodnight.” He falls asleep fast, not waiting for your response, he knows you love him. You wait till Kenny’s breathing even out. “I love you too Kenny, it's always you.” You fall asleep quickly after, with Kenny's breath fanning the back of your neck. 

Kenny always told you he loved you before he passed out. 

But you knew better.

He’s a liar. 

He always had been.

#Kenny Omega #kenny omega fanfiction #kenny omega x reader #kenny omega imagine #kenny omega headcanon #aew imagines #aew oneshot #aew imagine #Wrestling #wrestling imagine #wrestling angst

[pixie-cocaine]

ATEEZ reaction to: their S.O. being a former Playboy model

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A/N: I really did hella research on this because Playboy's rules and shit are a lot more strict and confusing than you'd think. BUT, good news is that you can model for Playboy without having to be a Playboy playmate (which is a lifetime job I think). Anyways, it's kinda long because I like to make each scenario different in terms of style and what you wear, but I hope you enjoy :)

Songs Listened To: Sweet Insomnia - Gallant, mentiras - Alaina Castillo

(Also, mature/explicit so read at your own risk!)

Hongjoong ♡:

• you'd ask him to go get you a shirt from your drawers while you were in the shower

• he'd be going through the wrong one, your underwear drawer, when his finger brushed against the plastic cover of what felt like a magazine

• his curiosity would get the best of him, also the fact that he thought it was porn and he'd be able to tease you about it

• and he'd pull it out

• he definitely wasn't expecting to see you on the front cover, body adorned with silk lingerie that held accents of cherry red ribbon and deftly tied loops. Everything about you was carefully laid on; the flawless red matte lipstick, your hair which fell over your eyes in gorgeous tendrils, even the neatly-placed bunny ears and cotton tail.

• the thing that got him most was how you sat on your knees, a sickly sweet smiling playing on your lips as your hand slipped beneath the thin fabric of your panties

• he almost thought he was dreaming when he saw the title 'Playboy', plastered across the heading in big bold letters

• he wouldn't think twice about throwing the magazine on the bed and waiting for you to come out of the shower to go see why he hadn't given you a shirt like you asked

• when you finally stood in the doorway, robe covering your nudity and an eyebrow raised, Hongjoong would hold up the magazine with a smirk

• "You never told me you were a Playboy bunny"

• "You never asked, and why would I tell your nosy ass anyways?"

• he'd chuckle and you'd finish getting dressed, but he wouldn't stop thinking about it

• you'd end up fishing out your old Playboy outfits to wear for him

Seonghwa ♡:

• you and Hwa would be getting ready for the sexy-themed costume party San had the bright idea of throwing for Wooyoung's birthday party

• since Hwa didn't have any costumes, he'd go with the simple but classic loose black button-up and pants before sitting on the bed, waiting for you to come out of the bathroom

• the sound of your heels clicking on the polished floor had him looking up from his phone, and to say his eyes damn-near popped out of his skull was an understatement

• literally, this man would probably be drooling like a saint Bernard

• you looked like an enchantress; gorgeous royal purple forplay bodysuit, complete with jeweled fishnets, dual cuffs and a cuff collar, the iconic large bunny ears, cotton tail, and redbottoms all had him in a daze

• he literally could've pounced on you right there if he had no sense of self-control

• your smile, god your smile was what set it off. Especially with the way your lips curled delicately and accentuated the bloody red lip tint, a few stray strands of hair kissing at your forehead

• "Do you like it? I used to wear it back when I was a bunny and modeled every once in a while," you'd say, feigning obliviousness to how Hwa drank in your form

• to be honest, Seonghwa couldn't give less of a fuck whether you modeled and strut around in skin-tight clothing for hundreds of hungry eyes

• all he cared about was whether he'd be able to finish fucking you before you were late sifbjeuzysha

• in a nutshell, he absolutely loved the fact that you still had your Playboy bunny outfit, but didn't mind your past contract with them

Yunho ♡:

• you were always the secretive one in the relationship so it was no surprise that one day when Yunho dropped his phone under the bed and sat on his knees to look for it that he found it sitting by a big black box

• just because you were secretive didn't mean he couldn't find a way to get past the point of you hiding it in the first place

• you were in the kitchen at the time, cooking your famous homemade jajamyeon, but Yunho knew you'd come to check on him, so he had to make it quick

• after he finally popped open the stubborn lid, he'd looked in to see something he wasn't expecting to see at all

• magazines, all of them with you in various positions on the covers, sat in stacks to the right of the box. Beside it sat a headband with large familiar bunny ears and.. was that a half see-through bodysuit?

• well, he didn't even have time to identify the rest of it, because the sound of your amused voice filled his ears

• "Yunho, what are you doing?"

• "N-nothing!"

• he'd scrambled to close the box and push it back under the bed, but he would get his fingers jammed in the top, letting out a yelp as it caught on the tender flesh of his digits

• "tsk, tsk, tsk. Clumsy boy.."

• but still, you'd giggle and crouch down to his eye level before removing his hands from the box and rubbing the tips of his fingers

• "I didn't know you were a Playboy bunny"

• was the first thing he asked lmao

• you'd giggle and answer questions about your past contract with Playboy before treating him to your jajamyeon and a band-aid

• it was only when you were cuddled up on the couch did he bring it up again

• "um, babe?"

• "yeah?"

• "would you be fine with it if I asked for you to pose in your Playboy uniform?"

• I swear, this bitch-

Yeosang ♡:

• to be honest, nobody knows how he found out

• this bitch sneaky

• all you know is that he came into the living room where you sat, holding up your folded Playboy uniform and a glass of wine

• "Do me a favor and go put this on, gorgeous. I wanna see how you look in it."

• and that's how you wound up standing in front of Yeosang, occasionally tugging at the bowtie hugging your neck or pulling at the back of your bodysuit

• but Yeosang paid no mind to your fidgeting. He was completely entranced

• he couldn't comprehend your beauty. The black Velvet of your bodysuit wasn't anything special, but the way it framed your curves and stuck to all the right places was enough to make anybody gasp in jealousy. The dual cuffs linked to your wrist added to the whole 'sexy waitress' look, and the bunny ears and cotton tail made you look adorable, all Yeosang wanted was to worship your body and all of your flaws

• which is what he did

• he sat before you, his forehead resting on your stomach as you stood there, a hand on his shoulder for balance that might be needed, and sighed as you savored the feeling of his hands roaming every inch of your body. He started at the stockings; pinching the thin fabric between his forefinger and thumb, before moving up to slide his hands around your waist and finger at the textures of your clothes.

• the rest of the night, he made work of your body

• literally, he was so soft and tender

• he wished he would've seen the photoshoots you'd been in, but overall, he didn't really care

• it was something you liked, and he respected that

• literally, I know this man has a huge body worship kink nsjdkwksj

• you didn't hear it from me

San ♡:

• you both would be watching movies together when you stood up

• "I'm gonna go pee real quick, you can keep it playing if you want."

• and you were outy 😔🤙🏼

• just when he was about to go back to the movie, your phone began to buzz, the screen lighting up along with the vibrations that rattled it's being

• now, San's nosy ass wouldn't wanna be too rude by touching your phone without permission, but he couldn't help checking the caller ID

• his jaw dropped when he saw just who was calling

• 'Playboy 👯'

• was the caller ID

• he kinda would just freeze up and make excuses in his head

• "Nah, that's probably just one of her friends."

• he'd ask you when you came back out, but still tried to make sure you understood that he in fact did not snoop through your shit

• "I'm just curious, that's all. If it's something that you liked to do, then do what you want."

• really supportive, even if you told him that you left that job and they were only calling back to see if you'd pick up a last-minute gig for extra money

• "Baby, I wouldn't care if you decided to go back."

• actually likes the idea a lot

• he'd be searching up your name in Playboy while you were asleep lmao 😂

Mingi ♡:

• you wanted to do something fun towards the end of his birthday party

• so what better way than to blindfold him, sit him in a chair in the middle of the bedroom, and go put on your old Playboy uniform?

• he'd be kinda nervous, but also excited

• the telltale signs of his clammy hands and constant leg jumping gave it away

• maaan you were abouta blow this man's moinnndd

• his head would perk up at the sound of your heels hitting the floor, getting closer with each shaky breath rattling Mingi's chest, his heart threatening to jump out of his ribcage

• one moment his vision was obscured, the next, you were standing in front of him with a hand on your hips, looking like a wet dream personafied

• he literally felt like he might nut in his pants at the mere sight wonfjwjwjw

• hair, messy and tucked behind your ears. Lips, curled in amusement at his shocked expression, painted over with a subtle brown lipstick which glistened in the soft orange glow of the lamplight to your left.

• his eyes traveled lower, almost helplessly

• the black latex bodysuit enveloped your figure, fitted like a second skin, and cupped your hips as you shifted your weight to your left foot. Bunny ears sat atop your head and swayed with your small movements, a tied bow clipped to your throat, and your legs slipped into glossy-looking sheer tights

• Mingi felt like a starved animal, staring at you as if you held the key to his ecstacy

• which, let's be honest, you did

• y'all began to fuck straight after HAJAJAJABDBDJS

• (he definitely liked the idea of your being a Playboy bunny, but was pretty left-leaning to the fact that a bunch of other men probably looked oggled at you back when you did occasionally waitressing)

Wooyoung ♡:

• sooo, Wooyoung is a pretty flexible person (??)

• i mean, he has to when he has the sex appeal of an expensive stripper that always wears a custom-made silver crown when she gets on-stage to show that she's a bad bitch

• so when you and him decided to skip work in favor of booze and some Disney

• he'd be kinda excited when, as you both were talking about stupid shit you did in the past, you brung up the fact that you'd used to model for Playboy

• he'd be a little thrown off at first tho

• "Woah, woah, woah. Like, signature bunny ears and cotton tail Playboy?"

• "Yeah, I did a couple photoshoots for them in my time. Why, do you suddenly have the desire to hurl up your breakfast, lunch, and dinner at the sight of me?"

• "No, no, not at all. That's kinda hot, if I'm being honest"

• not even ashamed that he immediately pulled up your photoshoots and looked through them with you

• "Yeah, see that one? They had me lay in a tub of melted chocolate for it, I'm not even gonna sugar-coat it when I say that it got all up in my hoo-hah"

• "Lucky! I wanna pose in a pool of chocolate like a sexy french girl, too!"

• it'd become an inside joke for you two

• like when you'd complain about it being cold, he'd say some stupid shit like:

• "Playboy bunnies never get cold, you can deal with it"

• it'd be really cute 🥺

Jongho ♡:

• ugh the sweetest baby to ever exist

• for lack of a better scenario, you both would be laying in bed, half-awake, and talking about life in general

• you'd been the one to bring up the topic, considering your usual bouncy, sweet Jongho had been stressed lately

• you wanted to calm him down, relieve him of any exhaustion

• so that's how you ended up in bed with him, limbs tangled together, and your head resting on his chest as he recounted his childish ways of the past

• you'd look up at him with full heart eyes bro

• and I really don't blame you

• and ease him into your own actions

• you'd hesitantly bring up being a Playboy bunny, and bb would immediately sit up and be like

• "Uhhh, pardon?"

• you'd think he was against the idea, but after you sputtered out excuse after excuse, he'd start giggling

• OH MY GOD LET ME KISS YOU JONGHO

• and then once he stopped laughing

• he'd reassure you that it was fine with him

• if you liked doing something, who was he to stop you. Yeah, the idea might be a little iffy to him because he wasn't so keen on sharing you with anybody, but he didn't wanna stop you from being happy and getting ya money

• why? Because uhhhh he's a baby?

• Why would you even ask? That man can do no wrong HE GOES TO FUCKING ELDERLY WOMEN SINGING MEETUPS

• he'd ask you to tell him some funny stories about being a model, and he'd eventually fall asleep due to you running your fingers through his hair

• ugh I'm in my feelings

(oh yah, and sorry for posting this a couple days late lol)

#ateez fluff #ateez yeosang #ateez reactions #ateez #ateez mingi #Ateez hongjoong #ateez jongho #ateez yunho #kpop related #jongho #hongjoong smut #hongjoong #ateez seonghwa #Seonghwa #yunho #i love these babies

[blueeyedheizer]

All Over Again - Matt (part 4 - the end)

WARNINGS: amnesia, implied sex, super soft overall <3

A/N: it's finally here, the last part to this short story!! I really like this part although I had a bit of a hard time finishing it. It's a bit cliché but i'm happy with it. Also, thank you so much to everyone who still reads my Matt fics, I appreciate you guys so much <3 (PS: I know the transition from part 3 to part 4 is really sudden...I hope the timejump isn't too disappointing) Anyway, enough talking. Enjoy xx

•••

After two months, you are finally released from the hospital.

You weren't surprised to find out that you shared an apartment with Matt, and at this point you didn't mind at all. You felt comfortable around him and despite not remembering your old life with him, you were starting to feel strongly for him. He had been there for you since day one, he never gave up on you even though you still couldn't remember anything about him. You never thought it was possible for someone to ever love you this way but there he was, doing absolutely everything in his power to help you get through this, even when he knew things might never be the same again.

Matt opened the door and you walked in closely behind him, taking a look at your surroundings. The house was quite messy, but you couldn't blame him. His mind had been all over the place these past weeks and he had spent most of his time with you. Tidying around was really not his prioritiy.

Everything around you looked familiar. Somehow, you still remembered where most things were situated, and you had no trouble in finding each room, including yours and Matt's shared bedroom. And yet you had no real memory attached to it. You couldn't associate anything with it. You knew it was there, but the room itself was just like the rest; a blur.

---

Your first week home was mostly focused on resting. You were dying to go out and do something other than sit on a couch and watch TV but the doctor had said it would be better if you spent a few days home to let your bruises heal properly before envisaging going back to your normal everyday life. Matt was just as supporting as he was before, cancelling his plans to stay with you, hoping that you would remember something, just a fragment of your old life with him. But that was a long process, and even though you two were basically back to being a couple it was different. You loved him, but it was different. You loved the boy who visited you everyday at the hospital, not the boy that you had met at a gig almost a year ago now.

In order to train your brain, the doctor had recommended to regularly go through familiar things such as photos, videos and possessions. Considering the fact that you and Matt had a common passion for music and cinema, you decided to focus on this.

You were cuddled up against him, a blanket covering the both of you as the end credits of your favorite movie rolled on the screen.

"Why didn't you tell me he was going to die?" you sniffled, wiping a tear from your cheek while chuckling.

"Didn't want to ruin the experience"

"Well that would've spared me a heartbreak." you pouted. Matt chuckled, pressed a kiss to your forehead then stood to turn off the TV before settling back next to you, allowing you to cuddle up against him. A comfortable silence fell upon you both as he intertwined his fingers with yours, squeezing your hand every so often and running his thumb over your skin.

A few more minutes passed by and you glanced at the clock, sighing softly.

"I should probably get some sleep." you announced. Matt kissed the top of your head and you reluctantly pulled away from the warmth of his body.

"I still need to work on some things, I'll join you later."

"Alright."

"Good night, love"

"Good night." you smiled and pecked his cheek before making your way to your shared bedroom. You quickly changed into your night clothes and brushed your teeth before slipping under the covers.

You tried to close your eyes but your mind was racing with thoughts about everything and nothing. You just kept moving around on the bed, changing your position every two minutes, unable to find your usual comfort. You sighed heavily and rolled onto your back, hands crossed over your chest. However a small smile tugged on your lips when you heard the quiet sound of Matt's guitar as he worked on his song. It probably would have lulled you to sleep if your brain cooperated with your desire to sleep.

You spent another fifteen minutes or so just laying wide awake on your bed, waiting for sleep to eventually come. A few more minutes go by and you hear footsteps approaching before seeing the door open, Matt walking in seconds later.

"You're still awake?" he asked and you hummed in response.

"I can't sleep."

"I'm sorry, was it the guitar? I tried to be as quiet as I could—"

"No, it wasn't the guitar. I actually enjoyed it." you chuckled. "It's just me. I have a lot on my mind."

Matt stripped down to his underwear, put on a random shirt then slipped under the sheets, taking his spot next to you. He propped himself up on his arm so he could look at you.

"What's on your mind, love?" he wondered. You shrugged, looking down at your hand as your fingers drew small patterns on the sheets. Your face dropped a little bit.

"Everything." Matt brushed a strand of hair off your face as you spoke, tucking it behind your ear.

"Tell me everything then."

You stayed silent for a moment, knowing that the conversation you were about to start wasn't something easy to talk about on both sides. A few more seconds go by and you finally ask the question you were dying to know the answer of.

"Matt...— what were we arguing about?"

You didn’t miss the way his entire body froze at your words. He opened his mouth to say something but closed it again, detaching his gaze from yours. Then he shifted and sat back against the headboard of the bed, causing you to sit up as well.

With a heavy heart, he began to explain what happened. How it all started, how he snapped at you when you were just being rightfully worried about not having any news of him over two hours after he was supposed to be home. He was hardly holding back tears by the end of his explanation, and so were you. You couldn't help but feel a sting in your heart at the thought of him raising his voice at you.

"I'm not mad at you." you assured him in a small voice, seeing guilt written all over his face.

"You would be if you remembered. I almost got you killed."

"Don't say that."

"But it's the truth Y/N! If I had just kept my mouth shut and dealt with my anger alone then nothing of this would've happened. You wouldn't have had this accident and you wouldn't have lost your memory. I did this to you."

"And I could've just locked myself in our room instead of going for a drive in the middle of the night." you argued. "You're not responsible for any of this, Matt."

He didn't say anything after that, he just kept his head lowered and shook his head. You could see tears begin to fall down his cheeks. Pulling yourself closer to him, you placed your hand on his face, wanting him to look at you.

"Matt." when he still refused to look at you, you climbed over him so you could straddle his lap. "Matt, look at me." your hand came underneath his chin and brought his face up to meet your eyes. You moved your hand to cup his cheek, gently wiping away some tears while one escaped the corner of your eye. "This is not your fault." you whispered, leaning in to press your forehead against his, your hands moving to the back of his neck and gently scratching. "Okay? This is not your fault."

You stayed like this for a moment then you kissed him, pouring all your emotions into the kiss. Your hands found their way to his head, threading your fingers through his hair as your whimpered softly, pulling him closer as the kiss deepened, both your breathing gradually growing heavier.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he murmured against your lips after pulling away, understanding your intentions. Your thumb brushed softly over his bottom lip as you nodded, still slightly panting for air.

"Have we ever...?" you said and he nodded. You answered with a barely audible 'okay' before pressing your lips back against his. But this time he didn't kiss back.

"Y/N..."

"Do you not want to do it?" you asked as you pulled away, sounding disappointed.

"It's not that."

"Then what is it?"

"I- I don't know, shouldn't we wait until you get your memory back? Are you actually ready for this?" he spoke hesitantly, and your face softened at his words.

"I don't want to wait for something that might not happen anytime soon." you said softly, brushing a strand of hair off his forehead. "And yes, I am ready."

He looked down sadly, his thumbs stroking your hips gently. Your forehead was resting against his as another tear rolled down your cheek.

"I love you..." you murmured, trying to fight back more of them. "Please don't give up on me now." that seemed to have startled him as he looked up at you almost immediately before cradling your head between his hands.

"I won't. I promise."

You nodded and closed the space between you, your lips meeting in a soft, passionate kiss. Your heartbeat was accelerating in your chest since this was new for you. It wasn't for the old version of yourself, but the new one had never been in such an intimate situation with him. You broke the kiss to pull his shirt over his head, discarding it to the side. You did the the same with yours before cupping his cheeks and kissing him again.

His lips eventually started moving down to your neck, pressing a trail of kisses there as you leaned your head back, giving him more access. His hands started roaming over your lower back and you shyly began to grind your hips, moaning softly.

---

"I love you too, you know." Matt said as you both laid on the bed, your head resting against his chest as his hand moved up and down your back soothingly. The silence of the room only highlighted how loud you had been moments before.

"I know." you smiled. Your hand travelled across his torso, absentmindedly caressing and drawing small patterns on his skin.

Tilting your head up a bit, you laid your eyes on a small framed picture of the two of you that was on his bedside table, one you hadn't seen yet. It looked quite recent. You propped yourself on your arm and reached for the picture, looking at it closely.

"That was the day I came back from London."

You turned to Matt, a genuine smile curving your lips.

"You've been to London?"

"Yeah." he smiled, his thumb caressing your shoulder. "One of our biggest gigs. 450 people, more or less. I'm not sure if they appreciated the music, but they were here." you both shared a quiet laugh and you shook your head, looking down at him before leaning in to kiss him softly.

"I'm sure they did."

You placed the picture back on the table and cuddled back against his chest, sighing in content. You quickly felt your body relax fully against his own, your breathing becoming even, steady, slow. With his fingers running through your hair soothingly you finally allowed sleep to take over, staying snuggled tightly against him.

---

The next morning you woke up to an empty bed and the smell of coffee. Rolling onto your back, you stretched your arms and smiled at the thought of last night's events, remembering how caring Matt had been the entire time.

You eventually rolled out of bed and got dressed, pulling on a shirt of his along with your jeans.

Then you decided to rummage a bit through your stuff to train your brain like you had been told to do. You started with the books that were on the shelves; you let your fingers run along their spines, reading their names. Then you looked through Matt's records before picking one and placing it on to play. The Sun Always Shines On T.V. began playing and you smiled when the chorus came on, the lyrics easily coming back to your mind.

You continued your exploration around the room and opened up a jewelry box, taking out a small star shaped earring. Your lips pressed into a thin line and you frowned as you searched your mind, feeling a déjà vu.

And that's when it happened.

***

"Is that...is that an earring ?"

"Huh?"

You smiled and cupped his cheek, tilting his head to the side to take a proper look at the small moon shaped jewel. Then you tilted his head to the other side, noticing another one with a different shape; a small golden star.

"I like the moon one better." you smirked, leaning in to peck his lips.

***

"Matt..." you breathed out. Your eyes widened and you called him louder this time, breathing and heartbeat accelerating as you started crying.

After two more almost desperate, sobbed out calls of his name, Matt came running into the room, a terrified look on his face.

"What is it? What's wrong?" he rushed to your side and cupped your face, forcing you to look at him. Your eyes were already puffy and red and your breathing was ragged as you cried, hot tears soaking your cheeks, heavy hiccups leaving the back of your throat. You didn't answer, instead you grabbed his face and crashed your lips against his, kissing him as deeply as you could.

Matt immediately understood what was going on and kissed back, his own eyes watering up quickly. You eventually had to pull away for air, your current state making it hard for you to breathe. You rested your forehead against his and played with his earring, unable to say anything.

You eventually let out a small laugh through your tears, smiling softly as you looked into his teary eyes. Then you kissed him again, pouring out all your love and gratitude into it as you held onto him, wanting this moment to last forever.

"I remember."

#blueeyeddean #matt

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SFW Alphabet | Mail Jeevas

Let me know if you want alphabet for Near as well. You can check tosikowrites tag for more! Warning: there’s a lot under the cut.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

For Matt, being affectionate is as natural as breathing. You can’t call him over-the-top, his love is immature like he just got first teenage crush, and therefore it is difficult to predict his thoughts. In the beginning, awkwardness can slip through accidental hands touch or misplaced kisses. He giggles a lot to cover insecurities and it kinda works.

At the same time he tends to hesitate when things are about to get intimate. New experiences overwhelm him. If relationship seems to develop too quickly, Matt will subtly slow them down without making a fuss.

Won’t ever let his loved one go to bed in tears. It cuts him deeply as a friend and a partner to see his favorite person suffering. Of course, Matt lacks a bachelor degree in psychology, but he knows how to use active listening skills: he actually gives them space to speak their mind, makes pauses when necessary, and asks questions to hear the answers and not to simply imitate a concern.

One of the ways to show affection is to introduce loved one to his friends. We are talking not about a casual “this is name1, this is name2” but a special bond establishing, where everybody is treated with the same respect, trust, each person plays a specific role. Matt basically builds small “family” of closest people, ride-or-die gang from photos on which you see comments like “I wish I had friends like that”.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Matt is the type of friend you never knew you needed in your life. It is easy to overlook his quiet persona so you the only way you can meet him is through mutual friends during DnD session, night out in the arcade, etc.

He speaks the language of memes and irony and ironic memes, which he will send the second he sees something you would be interested in. Sharing is caring, so Matt will introduce you to anything he finds even a little bit entertaining. Friendship with this guy involves a lot of inside jokes that are completely incomprehensible to unenlightened people around.

Chill aura follows Matt everywhere he goes and you will experience its miraculous effects as well. Problems do not exist in his plan of reality, any extreme negative emotions do not either. It may be strange at first but later you crave his presence and stability that comes with it. In short, wholesome person in a grungy shell.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

The miserable situation in which person is truly snuggble (is it even a word?) but has to be in specific mood for it. Matt turns into panda, wrapping his limbs around the partner’s body, today but keeps it modest with only his head lying on their lap next day. He has a bad habit of nestling to the loved one after smoking weed so a sickly sweet smell imprints on their clothes, hair, and whatever he touches.

Without ongoing conversation, Matt starts dozing in a few minutes. His embrace turns into a bear trap, and poor soul, who was (un)lucky enough to get caught, has low chances to escape.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

I mean, mentally he is already settled down with his console and Mello? Yes, that sound like him, there’s a good chance Matt would want to have nice comfy life with the loved one. He can’t cook for shit and is an incorrigible slob but, boi, he will try to make their home the coziest nest out here. He will try really hard to be better cook and keep house clean when domesticity hits him.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Matt is a mess. His heart drops when a thought of break-up arises in the mind. He even starts to think that ghosting isn’t that cruel and there’s nothing craven in breaking-up through message. This would deprive him from the sight of them crying at least. After much hesitation, Matt will meet with them close to their house to explain what was on his mind lately. Despite how it goes, he’s filled with unpleasant feeling of betrayal.

A week later Matt will try to get in touch just to see how they’re doing. Are they okay? Are they mad at him? Do they want to talk? What if they want to stay friends? Because Matt wants to stay friends, he planned to stay close to them after breaking-up. Even if some things do not work out, Matt still wants to support them and share all the best in their life.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Seems to look for someone like a best friend to marry and won’t plan anything before he’s fully convinced in a person’s fit. It takes, maybe, two or three years for him to start thinking about proposing, though Matt doesn’t make a big of a deal of this event. His approach is very unpretentious: no restaurant date with small red box, no witnesses with cameras and whatsoever, Matt fondly asks a question while cuddling or eating ice cream out of bucket in silly pajamas. A smile never leaves his lips after they say “yes”. He probably cries on the wedding day too.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Matt is pretty inconsistent when it comes to gentleness. His laid-back nature doesn’t negate his soft side but doesn’t add up to it either, giving his behavior a touch of indifference. His comprehension of physical aspect is better than emotional because it doesn’t have such blurry undertones and can be controlled more precisely. Therefore Matt needs a bit of time to find the correct love language for a new partner and give them clear answer which one works the best for him.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Surprisingly, not so fond of hugs? He won’t ever reject them but it seems like he tries to keep small distance at the same time. You may have experienced it, defective hug when a person does not hug you in full force but also doesn’t let go. In this case, you don’t really understand the reason since person hugged you, right, they must like you to do it but ehhh. Matt takes initiative half of the times, but remember about the quality of dollar store kush.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He says “I love you” every so often. For Matt It’s a phase used not only in romantic way but also as an expression of appreciation for your friends and family. In the beginning Matt will also say “I love you” (like he does to Mello) to make person acknowledge how much they mean to him but later its meaning shifts to more serious one and is accompanied with long tirade about his feelings. So yeah, as fast as they become good friends which may take month or two.  

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

On a scale of jealousy Matt scores lower than average and it takes a lot of time for him to realize someone is seriously hitting on his loved one even if another person acts pretty straightforward. After realizing what’s going on Matt will act needy. He won’t stop following his loved one and holding their hand, placing small pecks on their cheeks and giving his rival dirty look.

If he witnesses his lover acting too flirty, he won’t say a word. Only after they are alone, Matt reluctantly will try to set record straight. Relationship takes two to work, and he won’t force them to stay just for the sake of staying.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

You’ll never get bored with this goofy kisser: he is sloppy, but also gentle and sweet. Well, not that sweet since you can taste the tobacco bitterness on the tip of his tongue 99% of the time. Sometimes, Matt gets so carried away that he will kiss his loved one right in the middle of the sentence. Prefers classical lips kisses and kisses on the forehead for both kissing and being kissed.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Man, Matt can connect to little ones on the spiritual level. He talks to them like they are his equal in every way possible and from the outside it looks adorable. Teenagers need space? Good, here you go! Kids want a piggyback ride? Jump on it, he got you! Baby-toddler screams the lugs out? Mail prepared ear plugs, pacifier, and a collection of toys! Even when they are causing troubles, this guy remains very understanding.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Night work puts both Matt’s laptop and himself into sleeping mode at 5-6 in the morning. If you are the early bird, you have high chance to find him at the dawn, with his heavy head resting on his hands. The best option is to wake him up gently and send him to the bed before those muscles get stone-stiff.

On rare occasions he goes to bed right after you just to have a major sleep-in. Nothing can disturb his sleep, not a blasting cannons, nor a nightmare, since his mind goes off and shuts down like a corrupted program.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Let’s not talk about work days, we already know how it goes. On his free time Matt likes to stay at home and have a quiet evening with his loved one or by himself. After pizza is ordered, he jumps on the couch and lies down for a bit. If his loved one is here as well Matt asks what they want to do. His suggestion would be build a pillow fort and wait inside, chatting about stupid things. Trite, but playing video games is second option on the list. They can play together or take turns, Matt is down for anything and will definitely let them beat him in Mario kart.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Reveals facts about himself slowly, but tends to have deep conversations about things like fears, dreams, emotional experiences, even traumas. Seeing the sincere intentions of a person, he will reciprocate the effort to get to know them better. Also, when Matt is in playful mood he will play that “well, try to guess it” or “well, that’s true… or is it?” card making conversation even easier. He may have few topics like life in orphanage he is not comfortable with so he will politely refuse to talk about them or cover them with jokes.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Tibetan monks called, asked if they can book a private lesson in tranquility for their unexperienced young apprentices. This man is the embodiment of appeasement, he is good-naturedly calm and his peaceful mood easily transfers to this around him. He perceives the anger of others and unpleasant incidents as short-term events that do not deserve much of attention. When someone is mad at him he just smiles lightly, explains himself and, oh god, actually tries to get another person’s point of view.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

While his mind is always occupied with unnecessary stuff, Matt manages to remember about half of what you told him. Most of his knowledge comes from endless online chats, jokes, and memes, common interests, and (who thought!) numbers. He is especially good at remembering anniversaries and it flatters his vanity a lot.

To maintain a never-forgetting-boyfriend reputation Matt keeps in touch with your mutual friends and acquaintances. When he needs to clarify something he’ll reach to the most suitable candidate who will answer the questions but also won’t ruin surprise with their long tongue.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

The night he broke down and cried. Just sent his ps-controller flying across the room and covered his eyes, and tears started to roll down his cheeks. Soothing words of the loved one made him shake even more vigorous because the connection between them never felt so strong. Matt didn’t have to hide anything from them. There was no need to keep on a happy face 24/7. He squeezed them in his arms like there was no tomorrow and never ever forgot this moment.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Despite the wild life that was supposed to teach Matt to adequately assess the danger of outside world, he remains as laid-back as always. He assures loved one that no matter what happens he will be all right. And they will be all right too. He believes they both can just slip away from any unpleasant situation and there is no reason to be overprotective. Yes, for someone associated with Mafia, Matt feels way too frivolous.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

The exact opposite of Mello. The more time passes, the more confident he grows in his feelings and it shows in the way he expresses it. When it comes to presents Matt chooses hand-made mess over expensive shiny but lifeless gifts. His fingers are glued together and sequins on the nose emphasize bags under the eyes but it doesn’t matter. Nothing matters, actually, because Matt finally wrote their name in cursive just the way he wanted to. For the anniversary there is huge box waiting for them, filled with candies, candles, discs, photos, short notes, and every little bauble he could think of. No doubt he stands right beside the person with puppy eyes, evaluating their reaction.

Dates aren’t big of a deal. He leaves date plans up to them since he doesn’t care what to do while it is with them. If they specifically ask for Matt’s ideas he will think about it for 5-10 minutes and then suggest first thing Google search gives him. Pray to God it’s not a DIY in 5 minutes because he will try it too.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Matt has a strong tendency to justify people when they obviously do not deserve it. Maybe this is not entirely conscious, but he ignores red flags until everything falls apart. He doesn’t see a pattern here and how all these people are alike so cycle repeats again and again.

Sometimes you have to worry. Sometimes circumstances oblige you to stop brushing off your problems. That’s not a case with Matt tho. To solve problems with a sober head, cool mind, yes, this is amazing, but the keyword is to s o l v e which he may completely ignore. Being laid-back dude is a talent but it shouldn’t be taken to the point of “if I close my eyes, maybe, it will go away”.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Well, let’s say his style leaves much to be desired. I can see his closet being full of the same type of clothes in approximately similar faded colors. No patterns, no game of textures, it’s just plain. Those goggles with amber-tinted lenses are one of two pairs Matt owns. The other one is similar to famous Kurt Cobain glasses and he keeps them for ironic purpose.

Matt never used any creams even when his skin resembled tree bark. Tobacco smoke can cause dryness of lips so you can expect his being chopped and covered in small cracks.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

You cannot tell it from his face but deep down he is devastated. People notice his silent thoughtfulness, lingering daydreaming. Hours spent in games grow an alarming rate as well as his expenses on cigarettes. A lot of time has to pass by before he goes back to his old self.

If they left for any reason Matt accepts it and tries to remain their friend. He knows there should be a pause in their relationship to establish new boundaries and stop perceive each other as… lovers. But he can’t stay away.

If they died both related and unrelated to Kira case, Matt seems to disengage from everything except helping Mello and videogames. His brain freezes in white noise and repetitive actions keeping him going like a programmed robot. Months later, he promises to get well because this is exactly what they would want for him.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Matt likes to smoke devil lettuce once in a while to clear his head or fog it completely. However, he doesn’t like to drink at all. His organism reacts poorly to alcohol and nausea rises to the throat before he can feel any kaif. Once Matt made a huge mistake (read – decided to get drunk with Mello): it ended up with Mello roaming around the city aimlessly for two days while Matt was almost chained to the bathroom because… well, he didn’t feel very well. In the end of the day they suffered a small loss: Mello lost his golden chain he never really liked and Matt lost the urge to drink forever.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

There is excess of negativity in this world already so if the only thing person is going to do is to complain, he will slowly push them out of his life. Cancelling plans, ignoring massages, hanging up early in the calls and, finally, he will disappear from their life like he was never there.

Boring people. It doesn’t mean person has to be into craziest stuff, you can be interested at knitting and present your hobby as the most interesting thing in the whole universe. Problem arises when person fails to show their passion.

Arrogance makes Matt yawn. It usually comes with qualities such as duplicity, hypocrisy, and he is not buying it. He is simple guy and feels uncomfortable around those who put on a brass face.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

His sleeping hours vary from 45 minutes to 14 hours per day and you never know what tomorrow will bring. It depends on many factors, but mostly on whether he has any work next day and if there are any upcoming games that he was waiting for so patiently.

Matt knows how to sleep anywhere and anyhow, even in standing position with hands crossed. His ability to fall asleep in 0.5 second is something Mello is envious of. Also, he can sleep with loud TV on the background, dogs barking, and Mello yelling at someone at the same time. It’s honestly a superpower.

The mere fact that somebody is sleeping next to him (it doesn’t have to be a loved one) gives him a feeling of serenity. If they sleep under the same blanket, he without a doubt will steal it.

#death note #matt #mail jeevas #death note headcanon #death note imagines #matt headcanon #tosikowrites

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Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt 134

134

Keith took his time, Lance’s legs wrapped around his boyfriend as they took things slowly. Kisses eased away anxieties. Touches rewritten on his skin. It was slow, sometimes painfully slow, yet caged by Keith, Lance felt warm and safe. Soft words of love fell between pants and moans, falling to babble as they came. He loved hard, fast, and dirty sex with Keith, but his soul had needed this. All this love poured out between them with no need to rush. A few touches were bad, he’d panicked, but Keith would kiss the spots that’d make his heart stop with fear. Accepting that there broken bits that Lance really didn’t need to be afraid of because Keith didn’t see them as broke, just slightly dented around the edges.

They’d cuddled as they napped, waking once or twice, sleepily wanting more of each other. Being the drama queen he was, Lance cried from how happy and loved Keith made him feel. Keith getting teary too. It’d been nice until dawn, when his stomach rebelled.

*

Keith had let him know Shiro was coming over, Lance planning to nap with Kosmo. What he didn’t expect was to overhear the conversation he’d been dreading quite so soon. From years of experience he knew legal proceedings could take months, and he’d selfishly kind of hoped it would. He felt good... ish. He could still feel Keith on his skin. Smell his boyfriend in the air and hear his voice in his ear as they’d reconnected physically. He didn’t want to interrupt but things sounded as if they were getting heated. Shiro demanding to know when he was going to talk to Lance about Rome, Keith saying he didn’t want to go.

Wrapping himself up in his favourite blanket of Keith’s, a soft red on that screamed his boyfriend’s name yet had been brought for him when he’d been preheat, Lance took a few breaths before letting himself and Kosmo out of Keith’s bedroom. Things weren’t good. Shiro and Keith stood at opposite ends of the living area. Shiro stuttered to a stop when he saw Lance, mid-explanation that Curtis was going to Rome, as was Krolia. Seeing him, Keith moved over to him

“Babe? Are you okay? I thought you were resting”

He’d gone all out in Keith’s collar bone. Small hickeys and nip marks, with two very clear fang marks just above his boyfriend’s collar bone on the right. Biting more possessive than feeding. His ego wanted to show off that such an amazing man loved them. He was tired. He still battled with exhaustion, but seeing they had their own schedule around his injections, he’d been able to sleep as much as body seemed to need as a minimum to keep him up right

“I was, but I think we need to have a talk”

“It’s okay, Shiro...”

“I know you’re going to Rome”

Keith’s eyes widened as he shook his head, clearly sprung

“That’s...”

“I’ve been preparing myself for this. I think we should talk”

Keith looked so sad. Lance wished he could kiss away his sadness like his boyfriend had done last night

“I... but... you... need your rest. You’ve barely slept. All this vomiting isn’t good for you or the twins”

“I’m okay, I think we should talk. I don’t want you and Shiro fighting”

“We’re... it’s...”

Lance opened up his self made cape, wrapping it around Keith. He wasn’t okay but Keith needed to decide what he was going to do

“Come here, we’ll sit on the sofa and talk this out”

“I don’t want to go”

“I know, but we need to listen”

Keith wore a scowl on his face, Lance sitting between his legs with the blanket wrapped around the both of them. Beneath Keith was rubbing his stomach, the feeling calming. He secretly thought Keith was a big puppy, but belly rubs would make him more of a puppy than his boyfriend. Sitting on the coffee table, Shiro looked stressed. Lance wished he’d pushed for Shiro and Curtis to stay the night. Maybe then he’d have relaxed... or got laid. With neither brother seeming in a rush to talk now that he was in the middle of the two them, Lance supposed he was going to have to be the adult.

“Basically, you guys are headed back to Rome and you want Keith to come with you, but Keith wants to stay here. Is that right?”

Keith huffed

“I don’t see why I have to go when I’ve already submitted my report”

Shiro groaning at his brother

“You know that’s not always enough. They want a statement of that day”

“Lotor’s supposed to be covering it up!”

“We have conflicting reports. Lance needs to come in for recorded questioning. I know he gave a statement but we need to start again from the start. Kolivan will be questioning him”

“He’s not ready!”

“If I could avoid it, I would. Curtis is still shaken too. It’s not like I don’t understand”

“Curtis isn’t pregnant!”

“Enough!”

These two were likely to give him a headache. Both brothers shut up

“Okay. Keith, I know about Rome. I already worked out this would happen. Coran’s offered me protective custody. I can’t go to Rome. I’m sorry, but I’m not ready for that. A pregnant vampire in the Vatican sound really kind of insulting to the faith there. Shiro, I’ll talk to Kolivan. I know what giving evidence is like... Babe, I know you want the very best for me, but... I think you need to go to Rome”

The effect was immediately. Keith climbing out from behind him over the back of the sofa

“What’s that supposed to mean?!”

“Babe...”

“No. I’ve been trying to figure out how to stay and you want me to go?!”

Lance flinched. Cranky Keith was scary. Keith made it sound like he was trying to throw aside his feelings, like last night seemed to mean nothing to Lance. His heart hurt.

Lance’s voice wobbled. It was easier to stare at the blanket fisted up in his hands than look at Shiro or Keith

“It’s not that... I... I don’t trust a lot of people. With this... it’s more than me. I killed Sendak and I lost control. But what happens now? Do Honerva and Zarkon come after us? What happens with Lotor? And with his Generals? What happens with Curtis and his curse? Will Krolia be disciplined for her actions? I know James and them saw the scene. I overheard them talking about how I’d killed. They sounded... delighted. Lotor... he did try to protect me. Allura would have told us if he was like Sendak inside, but he... he’s never had friends. Just people he was told he was superior to his whole life... of course... of course I want you here... but it’s not safe... I think... I think I should let Coran hide me. While you’re gone... it... it can’t take more than few weeks to straighten everything up, right? And you... you’ll be home for Christmas? I... don’t... I don’t want this coming back. I don’t want to raise our twins with the constant need to look over our shoulders... I want this to be done. I want to know what... I want to know what’s happening”

“And I can stay here. Shiro can keep me informed”

Shiro was great at long unexplained absences. No offence to Shiro, but he could keep a secret if he had to or he thought it best to protect Keith

“Like how he kept you informed when he was gone for that month? You worried so much for him. You need answers. You need closure”

“No. What I need is to be with you”

Keith was making this so hard. Lance wanted to be the strong cool adult... and was failing miserably

“Babe, please... please. I love you. But this is so big and scary that I’m afraid simply being in Platt will result in something happening. I’m not saying this because I don’t think you can protect me or because I love you any less. If the rumour gets out that I’m gone, then things in the city might start quieting down. Sendak’s goons won’t be hunting for me here if they know I’m gone. So it doesn’t have to be for long. It doesn’t even have to be for the full time of all this stuff happening in Rome. If you go, then you can find out what’s happening. You can explain it to me and I can understand. I think... you should talk with Krolia and Coran”

“So just like that you’re going?”

Lance snapped. He felt shitty enough trying to appeal to Keith’s rational side. Standing up, he threw the blanket at his boyfriend

“It’s not “Just like that!” None of this is “Just like that!” You keep acting like you think I want you gone! How could I ever want you gone?! I want him gone! I want Sendak out our fucking lives! I want to go home! I want my cow and my cat! I want my life back! I thought this was going to happen and I tried to tell myself we’d have more time! This isn’t fucking easy! I woke up feeling so good about last night, and now I feel like it meant nothing because you won’t listen! I know you don’t want to go. I know it, but I can’t! I’m selfish and cowardly. I’m klutzy and stupid and I couldn’t come up with a good idea to save us all that didn’t make me turn into a monster! My only thoughts were keeping Curtis safe and getting back to you! I want it over, Keith. I want to... I want to exist knowing there’s no one coming to kill me or our babies... I don’t want you to go... but I can’t go with you...”

Shiro gathered him up against him. Lance sinking into the hunter’s hold as he cried. He was pissed at Keith, but madder at himself for being too scared to go to Rome and support their friends. Coming around the sofa, Keith placed his hand on Lance’s shoulder, Lance pushing him away, Keith looking hurt as Lance sobbed out

“Don’t! Don’t touch me if you think it’s that fucking easy to leave you alone”

“I don’t want to leave you...”

“I don’t want to live without answers about what comes next... I don’t want to keep falling harder in love with our twins if they take them from in the end”

He didn’t care if he wasn’t making sense.

“Lance, nothing’s been decided. I can tell you right now none of us will let anything happen to you or to the twins. There would have been just as many consequences to us killing Sendak as you. Matt and Rieva are coming with us, but they’re going as character witnesses. This incident left us all shaken. And we’re not rushing to decisions. You’re right. We do need to talk to Coran and with Kolivan. This win came at a price and all we can do is weather things out. I know you’re frustrated and scared. You’re allowed to feel what you’re feeling. I’m sorry you heard us fighting”

“I’m sorry... I just... hate fighting. I don’t want to lose anyone else”

Keith cuddled into him, his boyfriend resting his face against Lance’s hair

“I’m sorry. After last night I thought maybe it was saying your goodbyes”

“I don’t want to say goodbye...”

“And I don’t want to leave you. I’ve only just got you back”

“I know... I wanted more time too...”

Lance went wobbly at the knees. Both brothers catching him. Shiro helping Keith lift him up, instead of being normal people and letting him sit back down on the sofa. The idiots fussing

“Has he had much blood this morning?”

“A bit. And some last night”

“Do you want to bring him back to VOLTRON? He can have his shot and you guys can come back here and rest”

“Yeah. I’m still worried he’s throwing up too much”

“He is awake you know”

Lance grumped at the pair of them. Idiots. Great big idiots. He was simply tired and needed to go back to bed where it smelt of Keith. Keith was good about the injections. Normally he’d “distract” him with kisses before stabbing him. Coran preferred to do it himself so he could do that concerned uncle thing. He was kind of tired of it. He wondered if he could get Coran to give him an ultrasound so Keith would have fresh memories of seeing their twins before he left

“I never said you weren’t, babe. Do you want to go now? Or do you want to go back to bed?”

“Now. Then it’s out the way and we can relax for the rest of the day”

“Mmm. That sounds good. I think there’s a special on Big Foot tonight. Maybe we could order some Italian and have a date night?”

“I’d really like that”

He was becoming a lazy vampire. Sleeping, eating, cuddles... He felt like he was getting his way too much, but Keith had pointed out that he did try to be considerate of Keith when it came to what they watched. Horror movies were no go for now, but he’d also steered clear of romcoms. Every night kind of felt like date night when they were alone together. He wanted to make memories of Keith being okay and happy... now he’d have to try and make as many as he could before Keith left.

#once bitten twice stupid #oncebittentwicestupid #ashratherose

[10boys]

MLQC : Smothering

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*aka , a boobie face dive !

Victor :

-Its only the softest of Victors that will act so shamelessly vulnerable to you

-You’re sitting on his lap with your arms around his neck as his hands caress the soft skin of your exposed thighs. You had a day off and decided to visit him on his lunch break at his office

-A few hours before on a quick phone call asking his permission to visit (he’s a busy guy) his usual sharp tounge was much diluted. He gave quick but vauge reassuring statement that he was just a bit stressed and had a lot on his plate for the week; risky decisions, rocky investments, many many under developed plans, all under the responsibility of himself.

-You know your smart and strong victor will get through it somehow, just like he always does, but thats not always an easy side to see when you’re experiencing it in first person. You just wanted to give him a moment to be vulnerable, relaxed, and securly cared for, something he’s constantly deprived of in his CEO role.

-As you pull his face closer and closer for cuddles , he relaxes his head and leans it into your shoulder. You stroke his hair leaving random kisses whenever you get the urge.

-There isnt much talking, just the two of you appreciateing each others warming presence

-The hand once on your thigh has risen to completely hold you in his arms, locking you in place.

-You take this as an invention to hug him tighter, elongating your body until his head finally falls into the perfect spot

-He lets out a small huff-like chuckle, letting you know he’s onto your shenanigans.

-“Feeling better already i see ?” You giggle into his hair while circling your finger around his ear, tracing patterns down his neck.

-“ ...m..dummy”

-His harsh words are very opposing to his actions. His grip around your waist becomes tighter as he burrows himself deeper into his personal pillow

-The comfort and warmth wraps his mind in pink hearts, allowing him to forget his pressing struggles and stress. Being near you is like a sip of wine to him , sensualizing and god damn intoxicating

-He’ll slowly move his face back and forth, in and out, up and down, until he finally realses a small groan of satisfaction

-Being a accomplice to his healing feels amazing, but the current undivided attention to you and your breast is indescribable

-He’ll stay like that for a while, just pushing and rubbing against you...

-He can’t allow himself to get too wired up at work though , this is only his lunch break after all

-The slight shift in his pants once he feels your nipples begin to harden against his face knocks him out of his trance

-“ahh I can’t do this now”

-He doesn’t move, just turns his head and leasurly lays on them for the remainder of his break

-At home though? Boyyyyyy

-Your low V-neck shirt would have been pulled down immediately to expose yourself to him, breast spilling out resembling a 4 course meal

-Victor prefers his hands to your breasts though, he loves to grope and toy with your nipples. He doesn’t have a good view to watch your reaction to him if hes face-deep

Lucien :

-HE is a looker

-We’re all very familiar with his intense gaze stairing problem

-You’re both sitting upright on opposite sides of the plush floor matt in his reading room, pillows densely outline the edges for support and comfort while you two peacefully enjoy each other’s company

-Well, you were

- Just as you’re turning the page of one of the novels you found laying near by, you see a pair of familiar black pupils from above the pages

-You lower the book to better see the man glaring absolute holes into you. The corners of his lips lift into seemingly innocent smile, the smile that softens his whole face, thins out his eyes, and hides his much more vulgar intentions.

-“Can i help you sir ?” You playfully spat trying to hide the gentle blush creeping onto your cheeks

-Your remark seems to have caught him off guard, but he quickly fixes his face. He lowers his book and gently places it to the side, his thin black-framed glasses following suit.

-“Actually...” his tall thin frame is crawling twords you, you feign resistance, lightly kicking your legs to keep him away. His large strong hands grasp them immediately, keeping them in place long enough for him to slip himself in.

-And now there he is, layed on top of you with his head under the arms thats still holding your book whata attention whore.

-His head rests on your lower stomach hiking up the him of your shirt. You know he’s up to something, but his current good behavior is enough to lower your suspensions for now. Him cuddling onto you while you read is actually very peaceful in itself. He looks comfortable and delicate, so you let him be.

-But that doesn’t last for long

-You can feel his warm breath on your stomach ascented by soft pecks and kisses, leaving trails just beginning to go above your belly button. His hands grab the rim of your shirt pulling it over his head, creating a personal space for just him and the beautiful view underneath

-“Lucien!” You giggle as his kisses gradually travel higher up, getting wetter and more passionate with each contact of skin

-“Hm? Something wrong? I prefer it under here..” and with that, he’s face planted.

-The distractions have your book strown to the side after you’ve long lost interest

-Lucien likes to play.

-He’ll dip his hands in periodically to help with his little experiments, pressing down your nipples to watch them pop back up.

-But mostly, he’ll hold your body from the outside as he helps himself to as much titty as he wants

-He loves the good old-fashion smother. His face absorbed by boob. Since you’re laying down, He’ll use his hands from the outside to push up all the extra boob fat

-Lucien, the actual kitten, will leave nips and bites on the supple flesh inbetween his face-dive sessions. He just absolutely adores the whole act, having someone he loves and admires so vulnerable and exposed to him and his desires makes his heart soft and dick hard

-Is he lightly thrusting his hips against the matt ? The world may never know

-Lucien does this often tho, maybe second in place to kiro

-From daily hugs to cuddle session, he can’t seem to keep to loose himself to his desires.

Gavin :

-Ooooh blushy boy

-You LOVE teasing him, the way he quickly turns his head to redirect his attention when he’s flustered is beyond satisfying, the butterflys you get knowing what you (unintentionally) do to him is :,)

-So the element of surprise is something he hates but you love

-He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, just chillin on his phone waiting for you to finish up whatever you were doing in the other room when BAM

-“Gavin ~ i missed u ~”

-You pull him into a smothering embrace, his face and your chest having an intement moment together

-You hold his head firmly aginst you while softly stroking his hair, letting some fingers down periodically to trace along his ear

-Gavin groans but shows absolutely no signs of resistance probably to hide his blushing face

-His face feels great agaisnt your chest, you begin to move them side to side to create a bit of friction for yourself

-You hear him release a low exhale at the action as you respond with a soft giggle

-Once Gavins done acting all tsundere he finally surrenders, pulling you closer by hugging at your waist, softly shaking his head in your breast

-Shit he may even grip a titty with one hand as he continues to press against the other

-Gavin lives to please you, so its not long after his attention will go to pinching at your nipples and nipping them with his teeth through your shirt

-When you look down to check on him, you meet the gaze of his blushing face and low amber eyes looking up at you and fuck

-Its time to get down to business :)

-Gavin loves to mark you, so sucking his ownership into one of your most delicate and personal places is his specialty

-He also loves to smother while he fucks you or you fuck him

-When he’s close he’ll bury himself in your chest and fuck you like the dirty dog he is ;)

-he nasty

-so shy...but so naSTy...

Kiro:

-Kiro absolutely loves it

-Kiro is just a boob guy in general?

-White tank top + your nipples pressing through = suckle session

-Like lucien, he loves to lay down on top of you and just... play

-Its rare you both have a day off at the same time so you usually spend it having a lazy day together, after all, working is exhausting

-You’re cuddled up on the couch watching your favorite feel-good show together, one of his favorite things to do with you since he gets to use his most favorite pillow

-Actually, Its just you watching the show.

-His arms are wrapped around your body pressing you as close to his face as he possibly can

-“mmmm miss chips is my favorite pillow~”

-“wahhh your boobs are so great”

-We can’t expect this vocalist to be shy about his feelings for you, he’ll spit little praises at you regularly as they come to his mind

-He’ll lay on each one, then in the crevis of your breast so he can push them together to completely surround himself. His hands will get a good grip as he paws and gropes at them

-Can he breath? The world may never know

-He’ll die a happy death tho

-Loves to wiggle his face back and forth and feel the jiggle

-He gives them so much attention you begin to think he might have a boob worshiping thing?? Not that you’d mind ;)

-His face and free boob massage feels absolutely great, his tinted cheeks and wet blue orbs stairing up at you is enough to make the anime steam blow through your head

- *thought bubble* fuck fuck fuck hes so cute...

Sooo if you can’t tell #1 im a cancer and #2 im about to start my period so my boobs are soooo sensitive right now, these scenarios are all i can think about ~ Thank u sm for reading !!! You can comment your thoughts or stance of the accuracy, Check out my other works under the mlqc tag :) -myk

#love and producer #mlqc #mr love #mr love queens choice headcanons #headcanons #headcannon #mr love headcanon #kiro #lucien #gavin #victor #mr love queens choice #otome #elex games #imagine #imagines #mr love headcannons #mr love headcanons #headcanon #lucien headcanon

[anika-ann]

Heart Too Cold, but Friends of Gold - Pt.7

The Fall

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader     Word count: 1850

Summary: Avenger!reader AU. Part 2 of Melting Hearts series. Part 1 HERE.

Time flies and yet it doesn’t. Least for Steve. And just when he thinks things can’t get worse... his past comes back to haunt him.

(Short dealing with CA:TWS )

Warnings: swearing, angst

Story Masterlist

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Time flew and yet every second felt like forever. After a year of searching, something in Steve broke.

Maybe it was the pitiful looks, because despite everyone missing Frosty – and everyone called you Frosty by now, a sort of a tribute that felt like a punch to Steve’s solar plexus –, they all knew Steve was the one closest to you; after all, your relationship had been very intimate even before it had transformed into a romantic one.

The one-year anniversary was painful. Funnily enough, he woke up shivering from cold and that was perhaps the worst of it all, the most obvious reminder of what day it was. The girl who controlled ice and snow was missing by his side and the cold was getting to him every day of her absence, a sensation he had seemed to be immune after spending seventy years in ice; that had been until you had left.

Waking up on the couch, once again alone and cold, he actually found his eyes watering right in the beginning of the day. You were still gone. It was as if you had disappeared into a thin air. Even after such a long time, even after so many missions they had been through, after all the attempts to find you when discovering the tinniest lead; he still remembered what had happened right after you went under.

The unconscious bastard was lying at his feet as Natasha had delivered the final punch. He wanted to shoot her a murderous look for cutting off their source of information, but the truth was that there was probably nothing more Michaels could tell them. He had said enough. He had told them how he had manipulated you into running away.

Steve clenched his jaw, his mind racing as he paced out the cell, passing his friends on his way. He went straight for the elevator.

“Hey! Rogers! Where do you think you’re going?” Natasha yelled after him, barely keeping up with his long rapid steps.

“JARVIS, gimme the e-mail she sent. Now.”

“Captain Rogers, I’m not sure Agent Romanoff should be present for-“

“NOW.”

The elevator door was closing when Clint’s hand slipped through, stopping it. Both Barton and Stark stepped into the cabin to feed Steve’s annoyance. They hold the elevator for Banner too.

Well, then the whole team would hear the message.

“What about her GPS?” Natasha offered as Tony continued drawing on his tablet and ordered the staff to relocate Michaels to a cell with an actual door; Steve didn’t even feel guilty for ruining it, it had gotten into his way and he had needed to move goddammit.

Tony’s brows furrowed. “Negative. It was the first thing I tried. She must have turned it off.”

“She can do that?” Clint questioned with his eyebrow raised. The look in his eyes was surprised, but serious and calculating. His thoughts must have been changing within fractions of seconds too, trying to figure out your possible next steps.

“Well, yeah. I didn’t want her to be able to do that, but someone insisted that she had the right to keep her privacy when going out and stuff.”

Steve’s fist collided with the wall of the rising elevator before he even realized he lifted his hand.

“Hey! Cool it, Rogers!”

Steve’s teeth grinded at Stark’s admonishing. “Can you re-activate it?”

Tony remained silent, a clear indication that things were bad enough to shut up his witty mouth. He didn’t need to reply for everyone to know that the answer was no.

“I already put my eyes on every camera in States and started a search for any weather anomaly, especially temperature drops. She might be a bit emotionally instable-“

Steve glared at him.

“-you know what I mean. She was misbehaving a little when stressed by the kidnapping. She could slip. And when she does, we’ll know and find her.”

The cabin fell into silence.

“But she won’t,” Clint stated, his voice thoughtful and regretful. Steve eyed him carefully, his heart clenching. You couldn’t be gone so easily, right? They would find you. Even if the price was you failing to keep your powers in check.

“Why would you say that?” Bruce questioned.

“He’s right,” Natasha agreed, her lips thin line. “She won’t. This is different – there’s no immediate danger, it’s not up to her to save someone. Her only goal is to remain hidden so no one will find her and use her to get to Steve. She’ll be focused on that part.”

Steve swallowed loudly as he realized Natasha and Clint were right. The redhead knew you too well and despite how hard she would try to deny it if anyone asked, she had a special connection with you just thanks to being a woman. As for Clint… he was good at predicting behaviour since he was often observing from a distance.

Steve should be better than them. He should know you better, you spent the most time with him, but somehow it didn’t feel like he did.

What would you do? Where would you go? How would you do it? He needed to get his thoughts straight, goddammit.

Steve tightened his fists, returning his attention to Stark as the elevator dinged and its door opened.

“Keep looking. Natasha, call Fury. We need to close every single airport,” he barked orders, heading for his and your room.

“What are you gonna do?” Tony shouted after him. Steve only got a murmured reply he couldn’t hear.

“I’ve got an e-mail to read.”

It hadn’t been a surprise when he had found the e-mail explaining what Michaels had told you and asking Steve not to look for you. It was about as shocking as him not complying with your wish and starting the search. He had called Matt Murdock back then, begging for him to prick up his ears and immediately let them know if you contacted him or if he overheard any tiny bit.

Needless to say it had been all for nothing.

A year of searching and no result had popped out, not a real one. Steve was done.

That day, he came to conclusion he couldn’t stand being in the Tower anymore. He moved to Washington D.C., claiming it was advantageous for him to be closer to the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters. He was lying through his teeth and everyone knew it, yet no one said a word.

Natasha followed, using the same excuse. Everyone knew she was lying as well and no one called her out on that either.

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For all the people he had lost, Steve found comfort in Peggy Carter. Now it would be a lie if he said that there was no pain in those meetings too, seeing her after her whole life happened during his time as a ‘Capsicle’, only space for more regrets remaining, but at least she was still here.

Close to the headquarters, he could afford going from one mission straight into another, yet being ready to take off if any new information about your whereabouts popped out.

After the fiasco with hostages on the Lemurian Star and Natasha’s separate mission, after Natasha keeping secrets from him – her from all people, one of the rare species he had trusted with his life –, it would be an understatement to say he had doubts about S.H.I.E.L.D. and its methods. Talking to Peggy helped, but words could only as much.

But remembering you, remembering the agency once helping you – even though that was mostly Tony and his tech – was one of the reasons he was staying. Together with the fact he had no chance of finding you without the agency’s resources and tech support.

When Director Fury was murdered, things spiralled. HYDRA turned out to still exist and what more, to be still very much active. It left Steve with no doubts of who was truly after you, but finally discovering it was no comfort at all. He and Natasha becoming the most wanted was just the cherry on top. At least he found a friend and an ally where he hadn’t expected it.

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Natasha was in the shower and Steve didn’t feel like explaining their situation to his new friend Sam on his own. He needed a minute to breathe and while he knew it was a luxury he couldn’t quite afford, he decided it couldn’t do that much harm.

He pulled out the photos he kept in his wallet – there was a line at each of them in the middle as he had been unfolding them too often. Both were of you.

He stared at the one where the two of you were together, lying on a hospital bed, cuddled impossibly close to each other. There were plenty of photos of you two that the team had snatched during your time together without either of you two noticing, but this was his favourite, no matter how strange it may seem. It was a reminder of the moment when you had told him you loved him for the first time, the careful declaration that had had a hidden meaning at the time; and on top of that, it reminded him how fragile you could be and how he had to appreciate every moment with you, because you might not be there the next. He would know that for a while now.

Steve sighed, sparing one more glance at the picture before folding it again and hiding it with care. He unfolded the other one, his lips curling up in a fond smile automatically.

It was an old photo as well, only this time it was just you. It was when you had been getting a hold of your powers; the photo captured the moment you had created a tiny spiral of ice growing from your hand. Your eyes in the picture were wide and shining in awe, the first spark of true happiness since you had gained your powers. You were watching your creation as if it was magical, your expression one of the astonished ones that the kids wore when seeing a Christmas tree for the first time in their lives. Steve remembered you had looked at him after the photo had been taken, giving him the most beautiful smile he had ever seen, so grateful and so blinding for him. He had fell in love with that smile, with you, just like that; it had been when he had realized for the first time that you somehow managed to steal his heart.

“That Frostbite?” a voice startled him from behind and Steve winced.

A pang of shame coloured his cheeks at being caught, but more importantly, the two simple words made his stomach clench.

“She hated that alias,” Steve whispered, not quite caring if it was appropriate to share. He needed someone to listen, just for a second. He had been pushing it all away for so long… and he needed to correct Sam. “It fed the guilt in her – she wasn’t too good with her powers when she first discovered them.”

“Sorry. She looks… happy here. Harmless. As if all she ever wanted was to create an ice slide for kids or something.”

One corner of Steve’s lips quirked up involuntarily. “Yeah… I think she would like that.”

“That why she retired? …what? I do catch up with the news, you know. She hasn’t been seen for a while.”

“She… she went under. Someone – HYDRA, I presume now – was threatening her. Hurt her parents and threatened m-“ he stammered, not wanting to say the word ‘me’ out loud and admit it was all on him. “-and threatened some more.  She wanted to protect--- them. No matter the cost.“

He licked his lips, taking a deep breath, swallowing against the lump growing in is throat. He couldn’t make himself meet Sam’s eyes, the heavy feeling of guilt, the feeling of failing you falling on his shoulders with a weight heavier than ever.

On the other hand, maybe it was good you weren’t with him now. They had a lot on their plates – and a whole lot more people coming after them. The last thing you needed was another spotlight on you.

Actually, maybe this whole mess could help you stay hidden beeter; they sure were distracting HYDRA enough. Of course, the circumstances were less than ideal. And he could never be sure that HYDRA hadn’t got you already.

“Sounds like your kind of person,” Sam offered gently and Steve snorted humourlessly, putting the photo away. Something in Sam’s tone told him he was aware of how much of ‘his’ you were. Or had been, anyway. “I’m sorry, man. So you’re looking for her?”

“The whole S.H.I.E.L.D. is looking for her. Including HYDRA, apparently. If they haven’t found her already.”

Sam’s hand landed on Steve’s shoulder. “Hey. I don’t know her personally, but she seems pretty badass. I’m sure they didn’t get to her, otherwise you would know. From what I heard and saw, she can take care of herself. No doubt learned from the best.”

“Damn right, Wilson. Are we doing things now or what?” Natasha entered the room with her voice firm and determined.

“Yeah. Let’s talk about how to bring those sons of bitches down.”

“…we?”

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The fall of S.H.I.E.L.D. and hopefully the leadership of HYDRA felt like pressing a restart button. Steve had run to Washington to escape the suffocating air in the Tower where your perfume seemed to linger and all he got was this. Too many things had happened. When adding Bucky to all the mess…

It was as if he kept losing people he loved, as if he kept failing them. He couldn’t do that anymore. He needed to go after Bucky and trust Natasha to search for you; it was one of the hardest decisions he had ever made. He wasn’t giving up on you – hell no. But unlike with Bucky, there were no leads on you. Even with all HYDRA secrets uncovered and uploaded on the internet, there was no word on you; but it was a little comfort that they probably didn’t have you.

Fury went under, giving his goodbye to the trio by a gravestone with his name. Steve and Natasha parted ways, Sam joining him; the ex-military understood the urge to go after a friend, himself not being able to save his own. Steve was grateful.

The world he was finally getting to know fell apart once again. He couldn’t help but wish you were with him to help him survive the fall.

But you weren’t.

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Part 8

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Tags:  @mermaidxatxheart​​, @murdermornings​​, @elisaa-shelby​​ @ask-hellbent-tweek​ @cxptain​, @kallafrench​​, @smilexcaptainx​ @scentedsongrebel​, @orions-nebula

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Such a huge time skip. But well, I wanted to get it out of the way. I’ll deal with Age of Ultron with a little more plot, I promise;)  Thank you for reading!

#marvel #fanfiction #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers imagine #captain america x reader #captain america x you #captain america imagine #steve rogers #captain america fanfic #captain america #steve rogers fanfic #avengers #avenger reader #heart too cold but friends of gold #anika ann

[my-one-true-l]

Hello! So I recently broke up with my ex, he was a jerk and made me cry and had a scary temper, and even now he keeps bothering me. This may sound kind of weird but would it be okay if I asked for HC on the Wammy Boys reacting to this situation? where someone they like / are romantically interested in, is still getting harassed by her ex after she broke up with the bastard? I'd really appreciate it, this would really help me deal with this I hope it's not too strange lol

Hello Anon!

I will absolutely write this for you. I hope it helps. 🖤

L

L isn’t one to be pushed around, and, by extension, neither is his Love.  First thing he’d do is put surveillance on the guy, making sure he knows exactly where he is at all times.  This extends to a tracker on his car and cameras in his apartment. If he even so much a steals a grape at the store, L wants to know.  L isn’t taking any chances or giving this guy the advantage in this situation. He also puts his 3 most trusted bodyguards on a 24 hour watch cycle on his Love, but he never tells her. He doesn’t want her to feel any less safe than she already feels and he worries that the bodyguards will make her perceive the worse. He invites her to stay with him, even if this is a one-sided crush, because he wants her to be protected by the same security measures he is afforded.  

I can also see the guy having his ATM card frozen, getting a speeding ticket for going 1 mile over the limit, twice, & keeps getting male enhancement pills in the mail every other day. Of course, L has no idea how this is happening. ;-)

As for emotional support, he is always there for her, no matter what time or where she is.  If she needs him, he’s there, no questions asked. He may not show affection easily at times, but he is a good listener and is always willing to comfort her with a shoulder to fall asleep on as he softly strokes her hair.

If things escalate, he will not hesitate to confront the guy himself and put an end to it once and for all.

 Near

Near is a level-headed guy, but he is by no means someone to mess with. If his Love is being harassed by an ex, there is no line he won’t cross. Near insists on 24 hour surveillance for his Love, trying to disrupt her routine as little as possible. He suggests she consider staying with him at night. He has Halle pose as her friend so she has someone close if things get out of control. He has Gevanni follow her ex. Near wants to know every habit, every deviation in routine, every small crime and if he can nail him for a crime, no matter how small, he’s going to do it.

If the ex escalates the situation, Near would absolutely send Rester to have a little talk with him.

Near is always willing to listen, even if it doesn’t seem like he is and on the nights she stays over, they cuddle all night, feeling secure in each other’s arms.

Mello

An attack on someone Mello loves is an attack on Mello.  He wastes no time moving her in with him.  He wants to know she has a safe place to go, and if she’s staying with him, he knows she will be in good hands.  

He personally walks her to work, to school, on errands. He is her bodyguard. He doesn’t trust anyone else to do.

Once she is settled in with him, he pays her ex a little visit. “You fuck with her, you fuck with me. End of it.” There is no question that he is willing to beat the hell out of him if he throws the first punch…and he will certainly start it if the ex even thinks of laying a hand on her.

When it comes to his Love, he’s a big softy.  If she’s having a particularly hard time dealing with her ex, he will spoil her with ice cream in bed and watching whatever she wants on t.v., and if she needs to vent, or even scream at someone, he gladly will take the brunt of it.

 Matt

Matt wants his Love to feel safe, but he also wants to make her ex’s life miserable.  He hacks his email, his bank account, his credit cards, and his social security number, anything that will make this guy’s life a living hell if compromised.  Once Matt has made it impossible for the guy to do anything, he arranges a little meeting between the two of them.

“You want your life back? Stop making her’s miserable. It’s that simple. If you don’t stay away from her, I’ll erase you. Got it?” It was an easy deal to understand.

Matt wants his Love to feel like she can come to him with anything.  He listens to her when she’s nervous about her ex, reassuring her and making her remember that not all guys are bad guys. Even though Matt has taken care of it, she still needs time to feel safe in her life again, and there is no limit to his undivided attention. He hasn’t picked up a game controller once, and she is totally worth it.

 Beyond Birthday

There is no discussing this for Beyond. No one threatens his Love. No one.  He follows her ex, true stalker style.  He sees his life span & He fights the urge to make it completely disappear. From the shadows, he approaches him from behind, restraining his arms with one of his own, covering his mouth with his free hand. B holds him so tightly he could hardly breathe.

“Don’t even bother trying to talk. This is simple. Leave her alone. Forever. Act as though you never knew her. If you see her, pretend you don’t. Consider her friends strangers now. Delete her phone number. Forget her name,” Beyond low-growled into his ear. “If you don’t, I will be sure you never do anything else ever again. Do you understand?”

A muffled “mhmm” vibrated from his throat.

“Do not turn around. Count to 60 before you go on your way.”

B let him go and melded back into the shadows.  He hides outside of his Sweetheart’s house, waiting to see if her ex tries to see her. An hour passes before B knocks on the door.  She is happy it’s him.

“He won’t be bothering you anymore, my Love,” he says as he holds her close. “I will always protect you.”

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 I also want to add that I think Matt, Mello, Near, and L would be there to help each other protect the ones they love, no questions asked, and with their combined resources available, I can only imagine the things they could do.

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