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Going Down Swingin

Kayce Dutton x Reader

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Summary: Tired of being holed up on the ranch, the reader begs her husband to calm his paranoid mind for one night so she can go out to the bar with some of the ranch hands. Turns out, his concerns were founded.

Notes: God I love this man. I honestly have had ideas for Kayce imagines for like a year and now I’m finally finishing them (well, at least this one). I hope to do more with him soon, so fingers crossed for my blonde cowboy husband!

Warnings: Harassment, assault, fighting, wounds-

The cage of his arms was a welcome one. It kept you safe while also reminding you of every moment that led to this one.

In this case, you were reminded of how you got into this position.

Kayce’s beard tickled the back of your neck as his lips trailed down to your shoulder and back up again. You sighed contently and nestled back into his embrace.

“Time to get up,” He mumbled.

You screwed your eyes shut and shook your head.

“Noooo,” You whined. “I’m still asleep.”

His chuckle rumbled against your back. “C’mon.”

Your husband’s hands made their way to your waist and squeezed gently. He flipped you around so you were facing him. You tangled your fingers in his long blonde hair and crashed your lips into his in hopes of dissuading him from leaving the bed. Before you could deepen the kiss anymore, he grabbed your hips tighter and pulled you back.

“Nice try, baby, but we’ve got work to do.”

“Or,” you walked your fingers up his chest. “We could lock the doors and spend the whole day-”

He cut you off with another kiss. Just when you thought you’d won, he sat up, giving you a devilish smirk. His hands latched onto the blankets.

You glowered. “Don’t you dare.”

“Hey, I gave you a chance,” he said, yanking the covers back and subjecting your bare skin to the cold morning air.

“Kayce!” You shrieked, clawing to regain the warmth, but he held them just out of reach, laughing at your demise. “Kayce John Dutton, I’m gonna kill you!”

“You’ve got to catch me first, darlin’.” He took off, taking the blankets and sheets with him.

“Navy SEAL or not, I’m still going to get you!” You shouted after him, grabbing his henley off the floor so you weren’t completely naked as you chased your childish husband around the room. Of course, he wasn’t wearing anything either which made the whole ordeal even more ridiculous.

When you did finally catch him, he’d stopped so suddenly and you were running so fast it knocked both of you to the floor, practically rolling with laughter.

“I… win…” You wheezed in between giggles, laying on top of him.

“Alright, alright.” He brushed your hair out of your face so he could kiss you, but just for a moment. “But we’ve still got to get to work.”

You bit your lip.

“What if I promise to make some time for us tonight, hmm?” He offered. “Dinner, movie, whatever you want.”

You sighed dramatically. “I suppose I can live with that.”

Kayce rolled his eyes, locked his arms around you, and stood. You squealed as he threw you over his shoulder, smacking your backside with a victorious chuckle.

Needless to say, you were definitely awake after that.

It was a long day. In a good way. One that felt like you were actually doing something. But still, every move you made ached from the day’s work. You helped out at the ranch because of your past in veterinary school. Sure, you hadn’t been in a clinic in years, but you knew your way around an injured horse enough that John liked having you around. He said it was because you didn’t cost as much. You were pretty sure he liked you more than he let on.

When you saw your husband riding up over the horizon, he didn’t look like he’d fared much better. Dirt caked his forehead, mixed with the sweat on his brow. Not that you minded.

“Hey baby,” he greeted gruffly. Kayce jumped down off his horse and gave you a quick kiss on the cheek. When he pulled away, you notice the downward cast of his gaze and the look of guilt in his eyes.

“Alright,” you sighed. “You’ve got that kicked puppy look now. What is it?”

A smile cracks on his face. “I do not look like a kicked puppy.”

“Sure you do.” You tucked a lock of blonde behind his ear. “With your big eyes and your pouty face.” You hooked your arms behind his neck and pulled him closer. “Are you ready for that date night we talked about?”

The puppy look returned.

“About that, baby,” He blew out a breath and ran his fingers through his hair.

Uh oh.

“You’ve gotta work,” you concluded.

“My dad’s asking me to run to Billing’s to take care of some things-”

You held up a hand to stop him. When it came to John Dutton, you didn’t want any details.

“It’s okay. We can make plans for a different night.” You pulled him into a kiss, smirking against his lips. “But you’ll definitely have to come up with something big and romantic and groveling.”

“I’m sorry,” he said, wrapping his arms around you. “You know I’d pick a night with you over anything, but I don’t think fighting him on this would be a good idea. It’s business and you know how he gets.”

“It’s fine, Kayce, really. I’m sure I’ll find something else to do.”

As if summoned, Ryan and Colby mosied over to the two of you. While Kayce wasn’t close with any of the boys from the bunkhouse, you’d gotten to know them from working on the horses. So even though Kayce tensed protectively, you gave them a bright grin.

“What do you two fuckers want?” You asked.

“We’re going out,” Colby said. “Celebrating Ryan’s birthday if you want to come.” He eyed your husband nervously. “Both of you.”

“We just saw you over here and thought, maybe you’d want to join, but it’s totally fine-” Ryan started to ramble.

You weren’t sure if it was their usual awkwardness or if the boss’s son just made them nervous, but you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Kace can’t, but I could use a night out,” you beamed.

Kayce’s arms tightened around you and his puppy-dog eyes turned intense.

Sensing the change, Ryan and Colby took a step back.

“Cool,” Ryan said. “Meet up in ten.”

The two hurried off and you turned to fierce brown eyes.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea,” Kayce said.

“I wasn’t exactly asking for your permission, honey,” you scoffed. “Besides, like I said, I could use a night out. I can’t even remember the last time I really got away from the ranch for some fun.”

He turned away, jaw tensed, and eyes following the group of men heading back toward the bunkhouse.

“I don’t think any of the ranch hands are stupid enough to hit on me if that’s what you’re worried about,” you teased, trying to lighten his mood.

“It’s not that.” He shook his head, gaze returning to yours. “And it’s not that I don’t trust you, so don’t start thinking that. It’s just… the places these guys go to. Nothing good ever happens.”

“Baby, I think you’re the last person to worry about me getting into trouble. Or anybody, for that matter.”

It was true. You’d married a trouble magnet. Hell, maybe it’s even safer to go to the bar without him, but he definitely did not look in the mood for you to point that out.

“I won’t go if you really don’t want me to,” you said. “I’ll just sit at home…. All alone…. Bored.” You sighed dramatically.

Kayce huffed and kissed your forehead. “Just keep your phone on, okay?”

“Don’t worry. You will always be my phone call if I get arrested.” You gave him a mischievous grin and started off to join the others.

“That’s not funny!” He called after you, chuckling at your excitement and hoping that he wouldn’t regret this.

The neon lights bathed your skin in a blue and pink glow. Music blared from the band on the stage and your throat burned pleasantly from the liquor at your lips. You could feel the tension melting off of you from the long, hard day, realizing how much you needed this. It wasn’t that you didn’t like being at the ranch, but sometimes the vastness somehow felt so small. And knowing how much it hurt Kayce to be there, the nightmares you knew he’d had, made you wonder if it was worth it.

“You look like you could use another,” a voice said over the music.

“Hey, Rip.” You turned to face the dark-haired cowboy with a small smile. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”

“Yeah, well,” he shrugged, “every once in a while I let them drag me out to these things.” He ordered himself another beer and you another whiskey. “Not used to seeing you without tall blonde trouble on your arm.”

“Looks like I’m causing enough trouble on my own tonight,” you smirked back. “He’s working.”

Rip nodded, running a hand over his chin. “And he let you come here?”

“He didn’t let me do anything.” You took a drink. “He wasn’t particularly happy about it, but he knows better than to try and tell me what to do.”

“If it were me,” Rip chuckled, “I would have locked you up at home. You’re too nice for a place like this.”

“You rough and tumble cowboys don’t scare me,” you smiled. “I married one, remember?”

“You married one of the good ones.”

“Cheers to that.” You clinked your glass against his and he smiled, still shaking his head as he walked to the other end of the bar to keep an eye on things.

His seat was not empty for long.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you ‘round here before.” A muscular arm dressed in a ratty old t-shirt blocked your view of the dance floor and the body attached to it loomed over you like you were a meal. It was a feeling that you were unfortunately familiar with, having grown up around bars like these and, more specifically, their patrons.

“That’s because I haven’t been here,” you said, keeping your voice calm, but cold. The red-haired man beside you did not get the hint. He leaned even closer and you could smell the mix of tobacco and too much beer on his breath as he swayed drunkenly in the seat.

“Well isn’t it my lucky day then?”

You held up your hand, flashing him the wedding ring on your finger.

“Not so much, buddy.” You downed the rest of your drink. “But I’m sure there’s plenty of single women dying to give you a handjob in the bathroom,” you snarked, signaling for the bartender to get you another.

“What if I want you?” He leered.

What started out as annoyance was turning into anger.

“Do I have to spell it out for you?” You stood up in order to get away from his ever-leaning frame. “I’m married, dipshit.”

The drunkard shrugged. “I don’t see anybody here?”

Oh but if Kayce were here…

You could handle yourself without him.

“Why don’t you just back off before that tiny dick of yours gets you into something your tinier brain can’t deal with.”

You turned to walk away.

He grabbed your wrist, twisting it back until it stung.

“What did you say to me you fucking bitch?”

When your fist collided with his chin, it was just the beginning.

Hands grabbed your arms, giving him a clear hit to your stomach which you took with a grunt. You yanked yourself free and found two more men encircling you. Apparently, this shitstain wasn’t alone and all of them were drunk enough to not care that you were half their size and a woman. So much for chivalry.

“Three men versus little old me,” you scoffed. “That hardly seems fair.”

But you weren’t alone either.

Ryan broke through the crowd first, punching the man to your right square between the eyes. Colby was next, fighting some others who’d joined in for the hell of it. You stayed focused on your original creep.

“By the time we’re done, you’re going to be begging me to fuck you into tomorrow,” he sneered.

You responded with another hit to his mouth, feeling a couple of teeth crack against your knuckles.

He swung. You dodged. He picked up a bottle and crashed it against your shoulder, still too drunk to actually aim. You stomped on his foot. He grabbed you by the hair.

Somewhere, a gun went off and everybody screamed.

Red-haired Romeo, however, didn’t seem to care.

By the time Rip had made it over to you, you were being thrown across the bar. You felt the sticky, slick surface slide past your leg before you collided with the back shelves, and dozens of bottles shattered into your back. Your head slammed into the counter as you fell to the whiskey-soaked floor.

Everything was black after that.

You got little bits, here and there, trying to force yourself awake, but never able to fight back the darkness.

Rip and Ryan carrying you with your arms over their shoulders, Rip cursing the whole way to the house.

“Her husband is going to have somebody’s hide and it sure as hell isn’t going to be mine.”

A flash of strawberry blonde and the smell of cigarette smoke.

Ryan’s worried eyes as Rip dragged him away.

It was until the alcohol-dipped rag touched your cuts that you were fully awake. You grimaced, the sharp sting shooting up your back. You gripped the arm of the couch, face down in a pillow.

“Oh good, you’re awake,” Beth snarked. “It’d be a shame to miss this fun.” She pulled a piece of glass out of your side and you clenched your jaw. “That looks like it hurts.”

“Is there still bourbon down here?” You asked.

She laughed, shaking her head. “That’s what got you into this mess, sweetheart. And when my brother makes a list tonight, I’m not putting myself on it.”

She plucked another shard. It seemed every muscle in your back spasmed with every move she made, taking out class and swiping at the blood pooling on your skin. Not to mention the pounding in your head, hair matted with gore. You were grateful it was her, though. At least she’d get it done quick, without any pitying or panic.

Meanwhile, outside was an almost as pitiful sight. Rip leaned against the barn, glaring down the other men who nursed their injuries. Ryan’s eye was already starting to swell and Colby rubbed his aching jaw. Even Lloyd looked worse for wear.

“You’re lucky I don’t fire every one of you,” Rip glowered.

“In our defense, we were trying to stop the fight,” Ryan said, but quickly regretted it.

Rip stepped toward him. “You want another black eye?”

All eyes, however, glanced behind Rip, a pair of headlights growing nearer and nearer.

“Oh shit,” Colby muttered. “I thought he was going to Billings.”

Rip ran a hand down his face, trying to contain his frustration. Could anything else go wrong?

“Apparently not.”

Kayce got out of the truck.

At first, he thought they’d cut the party short and came back to the ranch, but as he got closer, he saw the specks of blood on their shirts and the color of forming bruises.

“What the hell happened?”

Rip sighed. “What does it look like?”

Kayce’s burning gaze turned to him, the question going unsaid, but very much present in his eyes. Rip held up a hand, keeping his voice level to not poke the bear any further.

“She’s inside. Beth’s with her.”

Kayce didn’t waste any more time, dark eyes flashing as he whipped around, sprinting up to the house.

“Y/N!” He screamed. “Y/N!”

Beth rolled her eyes. “Do you want to wake up all of Montana? We’re in here.”

A door opened upstairs. John was awake.

“What’s going on?”

You buried your face in the pillow.

Oh. God.

Kayce stormed into the living room at the same time his father appeared in the loft.

“I’m sorry for getting blood on your couch,” you said, gritting your teeth as Beth cleaned another gaping cut. Your bare chest stuck to the leather uncomfortably as you shifted to get a look at your father-in-law, avoiding your husband in the doorway.

“Is she going to be okay?” John called down.

“She won’t be able to lie on her back for a while.” Beth looked up at your panicked husband with a smirk. “But hey, save a horse, ride a cowboy, right?”

“Beth,” you groaned.

Kayce’s expression darkened.

Beth placed the rag back in the bowl and stood. “That’s my cue.” She waved up at John. “Just another day in the Dutton house, daddy.”

John sighed, muttering as he went back down the hall. “I don’t want to know.”

Kayce was at your side in seconds, dark eyes widening at the sight of your bloodied back and bruised face. Guilt and worry took over his features. It was worse than he thought. There were still a few shards of glass stuck in your flesh and some of the cuts looked like they went pretty deep. Your shoulder was a web of scratches with a bloody point of impact in the middle. The back and side of your head were covered with that dreaded red, more glass stuck in your hair.

You tried to crack a smile.

“You should see the other guy.”

“Baby…” he breathed shakily, a trembling hand against your cheek. “What happened?” Before you could answer, another, angrier question boiled in his chest. “Who did this to you?”

“I don’t know.”

He opened his mouth, but you stopped him.

“I’m serious. I didn’t exactly ask for contact information when I was swinging at him.”

Kayce nodded, body rigid with rage as he picked up the rag and started tending to your wounds with a much gentler hand than his sister’s.

“So a man attacked you?” His voice was calm which made you even more nervous. He only sounded like that when he wanted to kill something. Or someone.

“Well, I wasn’t tossed over a bar by Montana Barbie,” you snarked.

Your humor hid your humiliation but only made his frustration worse. His hand tensed roughly against your skin. You bit your lip to keep from wincing.

“Sorry,” he muttered. Keeping his movements slow and soft, he got the rest of the glass out and cleaned up most of the blood, though some of the cuts would definitely need stitches.

“And technically, no,” you said. “I started the fight. He was just annoying.”

You tried to push yourself up, crying out at the pain in your shoulder. Kayce gently urged you back down, repositioning the pillow so you could look at him more comfortably.

“It doesn’t matter,” he growled. “Anybody who does this to you-”

“Have probably already been punished by Rip.” You used your strength to reach a hand to tuck his blonde hair behind his ear. “I’m okay, Kace.”

He motioned to the liquor store sliced into your back. “Not from where I’m sitting, sweetheart. You know, one of those bottles could have paralyzed you, or-or severed an artery. You would have bled out on a dirty bar floor and I wouldn’t have been able to do anything about it.”

His voice cracked and you finally let your cocky facade fall.

“I’m sorry, baby,” you cried. “But you can’t protect me forever. I can handle myself.”

“Tonight’s not real good proof of that,” he said, a small smile teasing his lips. “Only you could get into this much trouble going out for drinks.”

“Hypocrite.”

He started bandaging you up as best he could to get you ready to go to the hospital.

“I don’t need to go anywhere,” you protested as he helped you up.

“You just had your head smashed against I don’t want to know how many surfaces. Rip said you were out for a couple of hours, now we should have had you at the hospital sooner,” Kayce said. “I’m not messin’ around.”

Sure enough, when you did see the doctor, they confirmed that you had a concussion. A bad one. Enough to make them want to keep you overnight to observe, as well as stitch up your back. When they asked what happened, you told them you fell.

“You… fell…” The doctor eyed you, then looked at Kayce.

You grabbed the woman’s arm, directing her suspicious gaze back at you. The last thing Kayce needed was somebody getting the wrong idea and thinking this was his fault.

“Through a glass table, from which I might have died if my husband hadn’t come home early so you keep your focus on me, okay?” You snapped.

Kayce chuckled. “Easy, baby. We’re not being interrogated.”

“I’m responsible for what happened. I don’t want her thinking anything different,” you said. “Tonight was my fault.”

“No,” he sighed. “It wasn’t.”

He should have been there. He didn’t drink, so he would have been able to see those creeps coming a mile off. Better yet, he should have stayed home, stayed with you like he said he was going to. Then none of this wouldn’t have happened.

“Hey,” you said, taking his hand. “Don’t start.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

You gave him a knowing smile. “You don’t have to.”

He brought your hand up to his lips and held it for the rest of the night.

Three Weeks Later

The wind whistled around you and for the first time in almost a month, you felt like you could really breathe. Adjusting the reins in your hand, your golden-brown quarter horse turned, facing you back toward the ranch, miles, and miles of beautiful country all around you. In the distance, you saw a dark hat appear out of the stables and heard your name echo across the field.

You pet your horse's neck, laughing. “I think we’re in trouble.”

With the sunset overhead, you rode back, your husband’s disapproving frown becoming clearer and clearer.

“What the hell are you doing?” He asked. You dismounted and led your horse to the barn. “You just got cleared by the doctor. Are you trying to get another concussion?”

“I know how to ride a horse without falling off, baby.” You kissed him as you went by. “Besides, it’s therapeutic. See, I feel better already.”

Kayce watched you go by, eyes lingering on your back, imagining the angry red scabs and scratches that crisscrossed your skin. He thought about how you tried not to wince when he touched you or that you’d have to lean on him after standing, too dizzy to see straight.

He should have been there.

“Morning, Rip,” you said, seeing the mountain of a man in the other doorway. He tilted his hat at you in greeting, glancing over at your husband for a moment before carrying on by. Something you’d watched that morning clicked in your mind. “I actually wanted to talk to the two of you about something.”

Rip halted and turned around.

“I saw on the news this morning that they found the remains of three hikers in the park last night,” you said, suspicious eyes switching between the two of them. “Three men. You two wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you?”

Kayce’s brows furrowed. Rip’s expression didn’t change. You put your hands on your hips and narrowed your eyes.

“Because I can fight my own fights. I don’t need either of you getting yourselves into trouble.” You shot your husband a look that said ‘especially you.’ It seemed like trouble was both of your middle names sometimes.

But he just shrugged. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, baby.” Kayce turned to the other cowboy. “Rip?”

A silence fell over the barn, heavy with tension and an unspoken truth.

“It’s the first I’m hearing of it,” Rip said, cool blue eyes watching you. “They probably poked a bear they shouldn’t have.” With that, he left the two of you, and Kayce couldn’t help but feel grateful. As much as he would have wanted to deal with them himself, he was glad those bastards got what they deserved.

You unstrapped the saddle and started to lift it off.

“I got it,” Kayce said, grabbing the heavy leather for you and the two of you finished putting everything away. But that heavy silence was still there.

Your hand slipped into his, tugging slightly to make him look at you.

“Kayce,” you started softly, those big brown eyes making you melt just like they always did, but in them, you could see the guilt he’d been carrying for the past three weeks. “What happened was not your fault. It just… happened.” You laid a hand on his cheek. “Even you can’t stop the world from happening. And you can’t stop some men from being drunk bastards who can’t throw a decent punch.”

His fingers traced the forming scars on your shoulder. “I can try,” he whispered.

You brought his gaze back to yours and pulled him in for a kiss that said everything you both needed it to. When you pulled away, you smiled teasingly.

“So enough of the puppy look.”

Kayce rolled his eyes. “Not this again.”

“I’m serious!” You giggled. “It’s time to, I don’t know, have a little fun again. I’m not going to break.”

Ever the fighter, he thought, bringing you in for another kiss.

You tugged on his hand again, leading him out of the barn. The first stars were making their appearance over the incredible landscape you called home.

“Besides,” you said, leading him back toward the house. “You still owe me a date night.”

Kayce chuckled, wrapping an arm around your waist with a smirk that matched your own.

“Yes ma’am.”

#kayce dutton x reader #yellowstone #kayce dutton #rip wheeler #yellowstone imagines #luke grimes #my blonde cowboy husband

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avenging-fandoms · 1 year

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hiii!!! can i request something for either matt or chris where they do like a sleepover at the triplets house and you’re all watching movies and it’s the classic like scary movie trope and maybe secret hand holding cos they like each other but are scared to admit it vibes

all good if not i love ur stuff hehe

"Do we honestly have to watch a scary movie? Can't we watch Hannah Montana or something" Matt grumbled under his breath and Chris rolled his eyes, smacking his brother’s chest.

“It’s Halloween time ya baby. Plus, Yn and I have been wanting to see the new Halloween movie” You all sat on the couch, Matt squished in the corner with his legs straight out and you next to him, Nick next to you and Chris in the other corner.

Chris hit play and 'Halloween Ends' starts to play. You smile and shimmy a little excitedly, Matt throwing a blanket over you and him and a blanket over his brothers.

Matt kept jumping and hiding himself in your shoulder, making Chris and Nick make fun of him and you protected him. "Matt! Grow up you fucking baby!" Nick yelled and hit him with a pillow and Matt protected his head, and you wrapped your arms around his head and a leg around his waist as you shielded him.

"Stop! Stop! Scary movies aren't for everyone ya dickheads" You slap both Nick and Chris and they beat you with the pillows, and it was Matt's turn to protect you. "Alright! Everyone enough, I actually want to enjoy the movie"

Everyone sat back in their seats and Chris went back in the movie a little bit to watch what you all missed. You pulled the blanket over your chest so only your head showed, Matt's left arm behind his head with his right one underneath the blanket on his thigh.

His eyes shifted down to his thigh like he could see through the blanket, slowly moving his hand for his pinky to graze your knuckles. You moved your hand closer to his without taking your eyes off the screen, careful not to touch the blanket to blow your cover.

Finally, you guys interlocked your fingers without moving the blanket, no one noticing. Matt kept jumping, and every time he would squeeze your hand. By the end of the movie, Matthew was asleep on your shoulder, Nick asleep on Chris's lap while you and Chris were still very into the movie.

It soon had ended and you and Chris looked at each other, biggest smile on your face as you fist bump him. "That movie was great! I don't think it's the last one, though. They always say it is and then boom! another one" You explain and Chris had a 'meh' look on his face.

"I don't know I'm not a big fan of it. It wasn't about Michael is was about that goofy lookin fucker. When Michael was on screen, he was fucking dying. So I really didn't like it"

"Whatever, Chris, you're entitled to your own wrong opinion" You shrug and he shoves your shoulder and you gasp, jumping over Nick and pushing Chris to the couch.

Nick and Matt jumped up and Matt grabbed your waist, holding you tightly close to him as Chris laughs. "What the fuck happened while we were sleeping?"

"Chris assaulted me so I defended myself"

"Oh eat my ass you were telling me my OPINION was wrong. It's an opinion you idiot" Chris threw a pillow as you and you laugh. You yawned and fell back on Matt's lap, closing your eyes.

"I'm tired" You yawn again and Matt runs a hand over your hair.

"I'm way too tired to drive" Matt lies and you smile under your arm. Nick gasps and slaps your leg, and you kick his.

"Breakfast in the morning togetherrr!" He sings and you snort, sitting up. "Okay, Yn who you sleeping with tonight?"

"Uhm.."

"She slept in my room the last time, so I don't want her loud snoring ass in my room again" Chris complained and you rolled your eyes.

"She can sleep in my room, Nick likes to kick people off beds" Matt and you stood up and Nick threw his hands in the air.

"Y'know you kick a guy off a bed 4 times and suddenly you're a bad guy" Nick sighs and stands up, taking the empty bowls to the sink while Chris turns the tv off and you all head to your rooms.

"Too tired to sleep, hm?" You whisper and he smiles, pushing your shoulder softly as he passes you going to the bathroom. You change into a pair of his shorts and a shirt, sliding under the covers and plugging your phone in and shutting your eyes.

The bathroom door squeaks open and footsteps stop. "Alright, just make yourself at home" He jumps on you and you grunt, Matthew laughing and turning off the light. He plugs his phone in and turns over to face you, studying your features as you slept.

You peeked an eye open and giggled. "You're staring"

"Uh, yeah. Sorry, goodnight" Matt turned over and you stared at his back, smiling and biting your lip. You shimmy over towards him, putting an arm over his waist. Matthew smiled and held your hand, and the both of you quickly fell asleep.

#matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo x you #matt sturniolo x y/n #matt sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo imagines #matt sturniolo blurb #matt sturniolo blurbs #matt sturniolo fic #matt sturniolo fanfiction #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo triplets

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redrose10 · 4 months

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Here is chapter 2! Chapter 3 will come out in a few days. Comments are appreciated and inbox is also open. Merry Christmas to all who celebrate!

Yoongi X Female Reader. CEO/Arranged Marriage AU

Summary: You were selected to marry the wayward CEO/Billionaire/Heir, Min Yoongi. You went into it with an open mind and heart determined to try and make it work. Yoongi on the other hand had no intention of ever letting you in let alone allowing himself to fall in love with you. Slowly you start to associate the smell of cinnamon and vanilla with the feelings of hurt and sorrow.

Word Count: 1,914

Warnings: (May get updated as chapters progress): Arranged marriage, cheating/infidelity, hints of smut (Probably won’t get very explicit but we’ll see how it goes), Sexual Assault, Brief mentions of death, Reader grew up an orphan, General Angst, Swearing

After getting home from signing the contract with Yoongi you started to worry that you had just thrown away the rest of your life to some man who couldn’t even look at you without turning his lips up in disgust which lead to a panic attack. Thankfully you were staying at Jimins and he was there to help you work through it reminding you that this was for the best and in the end it would all work out. You were hesitant but at this point there was no turning back anyways as you’d already signed your name. So you and Jimin decided to drown your sorrows in pizza and chocolate ice cream instead.

Waking up the next morning you felt like you got hit by a truck. Your body was sore and you could tell your face was swollen and raw from all of the crying. Wanting nothing more than to just stay in bed wrapped up in all the blankets, you purposely ignored the insistent knocking coming from the front door. When you realized that this person was not going to go away you got up throwing on an old sweatshirt and made your way to answer it. When you swung it open ready to snap at whoever couldn’t take the hint you were greeted with the same smell from the day before. Cinnamon and vanilla. Unfortunately the man standing infront of you did not match the same warm and comforting scent that he presented. He looked you up and down with one eyebrow raised, “So that’s what you decided to wear on our first date? I knew you weren’t much of a fashionista but I expected for you to at least have pants on.” Welcoming him in before shaking your head, “What date?” Yoongi pinched the bridge of his nose clearly irritated. “I texted you last night letting you know that my parents set up a reservation for us to have lunch and get to know each other. I had assumed you got the message or is reading not something you’ve mastered yet?” You bit your lip trying to stop it from shaking so you could hold back the tears threatening to spill. You didn’t understand why he had to be so mean to you. Yes this wasn’t ideal but you were willing to try and make it work or at the very least act civil. Why couldn’t he? It’s was all for his benefit anyways.

Yoongi noticed your tears and suddenly had a strange feeling course through his body. Was it guilt, regret, sadness? Either way he didn’t like it. No way was he going to let you chip away at his walls he worked so hard to put up. “Hurry up and change Y/N. I’m not going to be seen in public with you dressed like that.”, he said with a flick of his wrist shooing you away.

You quickly wiped away at the tears that were breaking through the dam as you made your way back to the spare bedroom. Digging through your clothes you knew you had nothing that would be up to Yoongi’s standards so you decided on a dark red sweater dress paired with black tights and black boots as it was starting to finally cool down in the city. You threw on some light make up and put your hair in a quick messy bun using a ribbon to tie a bow to add a simple accent. Grabbing your purse you took one final look in the mirror. You chuckled to yourself at your appearance and braced yourself for whatever snarky remark Yoongi was going to make about you.

Walking out to the living room you found him sitting on the couch scrolling through his phone. You put on your best neutral face before making your presence known and announcing you were ready. Yoongi’s head lifted up and looked you up and down. You waited for his remark but he said nothing. Instead pushing past you to the front door holding it open and gesturing for you to lead the way.

The drive to the restaurant was surprisingly not as awkward as you had imagined. The restaurant, unsurprisingly, was extravagant and luxurious. The host sat the two of you at a private table towards the back corner and handed each of you a menu. Yoongi ordered the most expensive steak they had and paired it with a glass of whiskey. You on the other hand decided to go a more simple route and went with a chicken dish and a lemonade.

Yoongi sat looking at his phone, answering the occasional text message or email but ignoring your presence entirely.

“I thought your parents said we were supposed to get to know each other.”, you asked almost playfully.

You watched him roll his eyes at your statement but he put down his phone and gestured for you to continue.

Honestly you weren’t expecting that reaction so you didn’t know where to begin.

“Umm okay. What is your favorite color?”

He chuckled, “Don’t have one. I’m not a child.”

Alright, this will we harder than you thought. “What is your favorite thing to drink?”

He simply raises his glass of whiskey towards you and you nod while internally scolding yourself for such a stupid question.

You continue, “Do you have any hobbies or interests?”

“Well I like making and spending money, drinking whiskey, and women.”

Nodding your head in acceptance you’re pretty stumped on how to proceed at this point. “Anything you’d like to ask me?”, you questioned. “Nope.”, he said before taking a sip of his whiskey and returning back to his phone.

Thankfully the waiter returned placing your meals in front of you and the rest of the meal was spent in silence. You offered to pay for your lunch but Yoongi waved you off handing his card to the waiter. The ride back to Jimins was also silent and somehow more awkward than earlier and you couldn’t wait to get out of his car. The car had barely come to a stop before you were grabbing your belongings and reaching for the door handle.

“Thank you for lunch. It was very nice.”, you tried to be positive. He gave you a nod before turning his eyes back to the road. Just before you shut the door you heard your name whispered so you turned around and Yoongi was staring at you. “My assistant will contact you within the next week to set up a day for you to go over your selections for the wedding. Money is not an issue so you can pick whatever you want.”

You gave a small smile and shut the door watching as he sped off like he couldn’t get away from you quick enough.

The following day the announcement was made that Yoongi was set to be married. Social media sites were a mess trying to find out any information they could about the lucky woman that stole the heart of one of the worlds most eligible bachelors. Somehow they were able to find out most of your life story and plastered it all over their websites much to your dismay. It seemed like everything was working according to the plan. Most articles painted Yoongi to be the good hearted CEO that was turning his life around after falling in love with the a sweet foreigner who grew up as an orphan and was now set to marry a billionaire. One article even called you ‘A Real Life Cinderella’ which made you double over in laughter. If they only knew how your future husband was the farthest thing from a prince charming. You tossed your phone on the bed not wanting to read any more.

Just as he had said would happen Yoongi’s assistant contacted you about the wedding and that set off a whirlwind of events. The next two weeks were spent planning a wedding that you were trying your hardest to be excited for. Yoongi of course wanted no part of it so everything was on you. You left what you could up to the wedding planner. It didn’t even really feel like your wedding at this point so you didn’t feel the need to be apart of every decision anyways. Your only request being that the wedding flowers be Blue Hydrangeas which thankfully fit in with the theme that was planned.

The day of your wedding you slipped into the gown that was chosen for you. A beautiful one of a kind Valentino gown. The silhouette fit you perfectly with a train that was just long enough to be dramatic but not obnoxious. The lace detail along with the beading must’ve taken hours. The very low cut back made you feel beautiful and sexy. You’re sure the Mins had to pay extra to have it made in such short notice.

Hearing the door click shut you smiled when you turned around and saw Jimin walking over arms out ready to embrace you in a hug. “Wow Y/N, you look beautiful.” “Thank you Jimin. I guess a dress that costs more than a car can make anyone look good.”

He playfully shoved your shoulder. “Oh before I forget, Yoongi wanted me to give this to you.” Reaching for the black velvet box you gasped looking down at the two diamond earrings staring back at you. “Wow your man has good taste.”, Jimin chuckled. You softly scoffed to yourself while adding the earrings to your look. You figured Yoongi probably just had his assistant go out and buy the most expensive pair he could find. No way did Min Yoongi put thought and effort into a gift like this.

Standing behind the large double doors staring down at the bouquet in your hand you started questioning everything. You always believed in true love. Ever since you were a little girl you would imagine your own wedding. Never did you think you’d be in an arranged marriage and to someone who despises you so deeply.

Feeling someone squeeze your hand you looked up and saw Jimin giving you a comforting smile. You were thankful that he was there to walk you down the aisle. The music started as the double doors were swung open giving everyone the first look at the bride. Taking a deep breath you slowly walked down the aisle too afraid to make eye contact with Yoongi. You feared that if you saw him look down at you that you would just lose it and ruin your very expensive and time consuming makeup with tears.

Once at the alter you gave Jimin a kiss on the cheek and watched him walk off to his designated spot. Unfortunately, you could no longer avoid looking at Yoongi. But when you looked up it was worse than you could’ve imagined. Instead of looking down at you with disgust he wasn’t even looking at you at all. His eyes were fixated off to the side at something or someone in the audience. Following his direction you saw the cause of this distraction. A young beautiful blond woman wearing a dress that you would consider more appropriate for a club than a wedding. She was shyly giving him a discreet wave. Softly you whispered in shock to yourself getting the attention of your future husband who now looked back at you noticing the tears threatening to spill from your eyes and for some reason he almost felt guilty. Almost.

#bts #bts fanfic #min yoongi #yoongi #yoongi fanfic #yoongi x y/n #yoongi fic #yoongi angst #yoongi x reader #arranged marriage au #ceo au #suga #bts yoongi

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wifey-ohara · 8 months

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Yooo

Could I request a Hobie x gn reader where they're roommates and both can't sleep and just kinda catch eachother snooping in the kitchen at 3 am and then decide to cuddle until they fall asleep?

(Have a nice day/night!)

Ok this is funny asf bc i can imagine one of them elbow deep in some bag looking at the other like a deer in headlights while the other is "👁👄👁"💀😭

And they were (are) roommates

Hobie brown&gn!Reader

notes: fluff, could be read as platonic or going-to-be-romantic, hobie is the best raccoon out there, cuddles! We love that, author forgot how to write snackes,does he plural end in "es" or just "s"? Just ignore it, not proofread, written on the spot

You couldn't sleep. It was a simple fact, yet so fucking annoying

Dropping your gaze from the ceiling you looked at the clock beside you

2:17am

With a goan you turned around on your side, taking your cover with you and tried getting comfortable in the bed

And kept doing that for the next hour

Finally you gave up sitting up on your bed and glaring at nothing in particular

"if i ain't getting no sleep at least i can eat" you whispered, kicking off the cover with your legs as if it assaulted you

Standing up, you made your way to the kitchen quietly, you didnt want to wake hobie up, at least one of would get some sle-

Too much for that...

You stared as you tried to hold in your laughter, doing your best at a poker face attempt as the sound of something moving inside a bag stopped as your roommate , hobie, snapped his head towards you and stared at you, as if he was a raccoon you caught eating your food

Giggles started to escape your throat as the thought crossed your mind, pressing your lips together to contain your wide smile

"ay, whacha laughin'bout!?" he barked out, a frown on his face yet a smile making it way through

You couldn't hold ot any further, you threw your head back, eyes squeezed shut and howling with laughter, shoulders shaking and arm holding you up right by grasping a wall nearby

You didn't see him rolling his eyes at you and continuing to ravage through the bag he has in hand

With a more steady breath you calmed down, at least enough to talk and understand talking, giggles still bubbling up in you chest

"you couldn't sleep too huh" hobie asked, glancing at you going to the fridge

"yup" you answered "stuffing my face with food was next best option"

"fair" he agreed, noticing how you grabbed a handful of snacks, an idea popped up

"how bout we go and put on a movie, grab more snacks and make this into a movie night? -day? Eh whatever" he thought

".. Yeah that sounds good, you go, put something on and I'll grab the snacks " you answered, and he groaned

"ughh, you know i don't know how that crap works" he grumbled, going to do it anyway

You chuckled, grabbing more snacks and following him, plotting yourself on the couch and watching him trying to work out a streaming service, you're still confused on how someone (as cool as him) can't do something as simple, especially since he was your age

After a couple of tries he succeed and throws himself beside you, leaning to get the blanket on the other end of the sofa

"get closer, the blanket's too small" he reminded, you always said to replace it but you never did

Scotting closer you leaned on him and he dropped the blanket on both of you and laid down, focus drawed over to the screen in front of you

An hour in you noticed the he stopped reaching out for the m&ms on the coffee table and that his breathing slowed

Glancing up you saw he was fast asleep, features relaxed and peaceful

You decided to join him so you cozyed up to him and closed your eyes, letting his breathing, and steady heartbeats drive you to a peaceful slumper too

#spider man: across the spider verse #hobie brown x reader #atsv hobie #hobie spiderverse #hobie x reader #hobie x reader platonic #hobie brown

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ronika-writes-stuff · 2 months

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This starving Heart

#2. Keep Feeding It Lies.

‘It's Just a one time thing'.....he tells himself firmly as he goes to bed with the literal root of the problem in front of him.

Unfortunately, It was not, in fact, a one time thing.

It happened again the next morning.

Waking up at 4 Am with heat pooling between his legs and having those vivid images assault his brain again was not a pleasant experience.

He got up, took off his shirt and went inside the washroom.

As he took off his shorts, he briefly wondered if he should just….take care of it.

Maybe his body will calm the fuck down after a release?

He quickly waved that thought away and turned on the shower.

'It's not like he would know,' his mind whispered to him.

'But I would'..... he thought, and He was pretty sure he wouldn't be able to look Ishan in the eye again if he did that.

Another drawback of the cursed dreams, he realized, halfway through their practice session, was that he was suddenly hyper aware of Ishan's presence.

In the past hour, he had stared at the guy so much that he could probably redraw the tattoos on his arm, had missed 7 balls thrown towards him, stared some more at his earrings as they shone under the sun, and almost got hit in the face twice by Siraj.

He forced himself to look away when Rohit Bhaiya started glaring at him and tried to concentrate.

He still ended up looking over his shoulder when he heard Surya bhai and Ishan laugh together and ended up missing. Again.

Now even Miya looked annoyed which was not a good sign.

They took a short break to catch a breather and grabbed their water bottles.

After the break, he promised himself not to look at anything except the ball.

…But Miya messed up his throw.

So when the ball finally hit him in the face, technically, it wasn't really his fault.

It did earn him a short lecture with curses and concern mixed together from Virat Bhai.

“How did you get hit?”

“Hmm?”

“During practice…how did you get hit?”

They're laying in their beds after having dinner with the team in the dining hall of the hotel.

Ishan is watching a web series, without earphones, at full volume, as per his self-invented tradition.

Meanwhile he's already wrapped in a blanket and curled up against a pillow.

The question pops out of nowhere and brings with it an array of images from their morning practice he did not want to think about;

Ishan with his eyebrows scrunched together in concentration, his gleaming earrings, how his arms moved when he practiced, the way he threw back his head and laughed…

“I-....”

His voice is not working the way he wants it to. Ishan pauses his episode and turns towards him. He raises an eyebrow and tilts his head a little.

Cute.

“I…got distracted.”

His roommate snorts in response and turns back to his tablet.

Shubhman Pulls the blanket over his head and hopes for a peaceful night this time.

He doesn't get any peaceful nights. Or days, for that matter.

Aside from dealing with the horrifying reality that he was dreaming (and fantasizing) about his roommate of all people, His sleeping schedule was getting messed up.

He kept dozing off in their bus and even during meal times.

And when he was not busy taking naps in random places, he was staring at Ishan.

He couldn't help it.

It was not his fault Ishan was so… himself.

He had spent hours memorizing the way his eyes lit up when he laughed, how his muscles flexed during practice, how his eyelashes fluttered when he was tired, the tiny glimpse of his waist when he stretched his arms upwards and his shirt was lifted, how good black outfits looked on him and how soft his voice became when he talked to his niece.

He had gotten odd looks from his teammates a couple of times but he just brushed it off by saying he zoned out.

Which led them to wondering whose zone he was so lost in.

And when he reacted like a flustered teenager (how could he not!?), they tried to guess who it was.

It was kinda hilarious how they would never be able to guess the actual answer.

On top of that, there had been some… embarrassing incidents which made him want to bury a hole in the ground and crawl into it and never return to the land of living.

By the end of the week, Shubhman quietly accepted that this new hell was a part of his life now.

He started setting his alarm for an early morning to give his body time to calm down and settle back into reality, to forget those phantom sensations that roamed all over him when he woke up from another dream.

Not all his dreams had such filthy thoughts though. The other dreams were perhaps a lot more innocent.

But those were the ones he hated the most.

Cold hands stroking his arms, gentle fingers combing through his hair, cupping his cheek, soft kisses being pressed on his forehead, a rough hand wrapped around his own.…

These dreams didn't have a solution.

They left an odd emptiness behind that he did not know how to fix.

No cold shower, no early workouts could fix the hollowness these dreams left behind.

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Please tell me what you guys think.

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#indian cricket team #ishan kishan #ishman #shubhman gill #shubman x ishan #shubish #desiblr #ict #cricket

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faggotmox · 6 months

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Claudio fucking someone up against the wall so hard they break the wall?

dude, wont lie to you i wrote this so stoned, so quick & excited abt my bf coming to visit. also thank you so much for giving me a reason to finally write some claudio fucking post that josh barnett match. that match was an awakening for me.

so like fair warning: humiliation kink, blood kink, wound kink, violence kink, size kink, ect ect bcc being the bcc, bcc being insane abt each other

pairing: jon moxley/claudio ccastagnoli, bcc poly, one-sided mox/josh barnett (as a treat lol)

rated: porn ofc

"Fuck!" Mox shouted as his back hit the wall hard, his legs barely losing their hold on the cut hips pinning him to the wall. "Harder!"

Claudio growled deep in his chest as he took a sturdier stance and gave even more powerful thrusts. They were both incredibly desperate. The match had left Mox's mouth watering, and Claudio feeling superhuman. Every muscle in his body was exhausted from the Warmaster but Claudio felt too good to even acknowledge it. The screaming strain of his muscles, the pain from the bruises and bumps made Claudio even more turned on as Mox begged for more of his cock.

One hand slammed against the wall while the other kept a strong grip on Mox's hip. He fucked the other man like they'd never get the chance again. It was sublime. Claudio felt everything in that moment wrapped in Mox’s tight heat.

"I said harder, bitch!" Mox moaned, his head thumping back harshly against the wall.

"Want me to throw you around?" Claudio slammed Mox against the wall again. He watched the smaller man's eyes roll back in his head. "You love it when I do this. Little slut likes to be manhandled."

"Fuck, I'm gonna come keep sayin' shit like that." Mox had the breath knocked out of him, the dizzy haze of pleasure blanketing everything feeling.

“You’re cute when you’re fucked out and dazed.” Claudio smirked at the cloudy eyes and happy expression looking back at him. Mox really was in his element and Claudio loved delivering a rough fuck. A different kind of dream match. “Look at me.”

“Claudo, please.” Mox looked up at the huge man holding him up. His body arching into the muscular chest. “Need-- ah!”

“You want this big bitch to fuck you until you cry? I've done it before." Claudio slammed Mox against the wall again before grabbing both hips and giving it all he had.

"Claudio!" Mox's rough voice broke on the scream, his legs hiking up higher to give a better angle. "Oh, god." Talking later was going to be difficult.

"I beat Josh Barnett." Claudio whispered into his ear, biting at his shoulder. "You've fought him, felt him on top of you. Felt what his strikes feel like, how his holds hurt. He's incredibly strong. He threw me like I weighed nothing, I bet he threw you so hard you jerked off to it."

"Claudio, fuck, please." Mox sobbed, his eyes closed again as he bucked against the hard, devastating thrusts.

"He put me through it all too, and I won." Claudio moaned as he felt Mox tense and tighten around his huge cock. The other man knew what was coming. "You couldn't take it, right? Josh was just...too big? Too strong? Too hot over you?" Claudio smirked at the broken noise Mox made.

"Please, please! Fuck me!" Mox begged, pulling himself closer to make Claudio slam him again.

So Claudio did. Hard. As hard as he could. Too hard. The plaster gave way under the assault. They fell through together, Claudio tried to move and protect Mox when he realized he couldn’t stop them from going through.They both cursed as they felt themselves go through plaster and wood and whatever else made the flimsy wall.

The dust settled. Mox moaned in unpleasant pain as he tried to push Claudio off him. They'd fallen, mostly, through into some storage closet. Luckily a large metal shelf caught most of their fall. A bucket dropped off the shelf and banged against Mox’s arm.

"Shit." Mox's hysterical laughter bubbled up. "Oh, shit. You fucked me through a wall, big guy."

"Are you okay?" Claudio had to push himself up and roll out of the rubble. "I did." He paused for just a moment before laughing too. "I fucked you through a door once in 2011."

"Oh, shit. How'd I forget about that?" Mox was carefully extracted from the fallen wall, carefully not to rack himself on anything. "That was good. So was this. Oh." He pulled his hand away from his back to find blood. "You stepped it up this time. We got color too."

"Ha!" Claudio turned Mox to check the damage. "That's pretty bad."

"So are yours." Mox pointed out.

"Mine?" Claudio pulled back and started checking himself over. Low and behold he was also covered in blood too. "Oh."

"You okay, big guy?" Mox checked the cut on both their elbows, almost comparing them before moving to look at the laceration on Claudio’s forehead.

"Didn't even feel it." Claudio grinned at the fascinated look directed at him. "I'm okay. I don't think I even hit my head. A piece of wood bounced back."

"Wow." Mox whistled. "There's uh...ond on your chest too." The blood had started getting caught in the fine chest hair. "Sure you're okay?"

"Yes, I am. Are you about to ask if we can finish, Jon?" Claudio grabbed Mox by the hips again and brought him close. Blood was streaked over the other man’s hip on the injured side.

"You bet your fine ass. Finish the job or it's a No Contest." Mox smirked at the fired up look on his partner’s face.

"Come here then." Claudio grabbed him; forcing Mox to jump up onto his hips again before sitting on the couch. "Ride the winner."

"Oh fuck yes. Can I--?" Mox's eyes were stuck on the chest wound. Blood ebbing out in small trickles.

The pooling blood was mesmerizing his partner so Claudio ran his hand through the red liquid then smeared it onto Mox's face. Most of it marked Mox’s cheek, some of it caught his beard and nose. Something flipped in Mox’s head as everything short circuited in his body at the treatment.

"Yes. Fuck yourself. Hard too." Claudio grunted. "And be quick. You have to get out there for Bryan's match. I have to make sure you don't get hard at the desk by fucking you good now."

"Oh, God, I'm gonna be fucked up after that match." Mox shifted around untl he found the right angle and lowered himself onto Claudio again. A heavy moan was drawn out of them as they were rejoined.

"Maybe we'll gangbang you later." Claudio smirked at the look of pure want on the other. "That's it, baby. Ride me good."

"Love you." Mox grinned as he leaned down to kiss Claudio, making sure to get the blood everywhere.

+++

After their ‘match’ Claudio quickly worked to clean up Mox just enough he could be on TV. The pout he gave when Claudio wiped off his face nearly made him miss Bryan’s match. Bandages were quickly applied to the few blood spots and Mox was redressed.

They had purposely just slapped something on Mox’s woods so he would be bloody under the shirt. No one would know except them. And the other two after the show. Somehow Mox was still bloody for work.

“What did you two do?” Yuta asked as he and Bryan walked into their hotel room to find the pair finally tending to their wounds appropriately.

“Claudio fucked Mox through the wall.” Bryan supplied as he stepped past Yuta, totally unphased by the circumstances of their hotel room. “Why do you think the wall was broken in the locker room, Wheeler?”

“Seriously?” Yuta blinked at the snickering pair.

“He got a victory lap so I wouldn’t get hard during Bryan’s match.” Mox explained, he had to lift his arm above his head to allow Claudio space to put a few butterfly bandages on a cut. “It was really hot too. We were covered in blood.”

“You’re disgusting.” Yuta grinned, leaning down to kiss Mox. It was a compliment after all. “And you,” Yuta kissed the side of Claudio’s head instead since the man was working. “Freak.”

“Shithead.” Mox mumbled. “Claudio kept slamming me into the wall. When can you do that, Yuta?”

“Shut up.” Yuta rolled his eyes. “I’d put you through one of these walls right now if you weren’t already messed up.”

“Sure, sure. Know what? Just for that, I’ll line up a match with Josh for ya, kid.” Mox smirked at the terrified expression Yuta gave him.

“We all know you just want to fuck Barnett, Mox.” Bryan sighed as he laid back in bed. The dragon was satisfied. Mostly.

“That big bitch.” Mox scoffed. “He’s a fuckin’ tease is what he is.”

“You love a big bitch.” Claudio gave Mox a peck on the mouth. “You’re all bandaged.”

“Thanks, babe. You’re hot when we play doctor.” Mox slid a little closer to Claudio.

“I basically just fucked Zack Sabre, Jr. in the ring and you’re trying to get seconds?” Bryan glared at both of them. “I beat Zack.” Bryan grinned. “I can’t wait to wrestle him again.”

“Yuta, go apologize for losing by keeping Bryan busy. I wanna fuck Claudio again.” Mox shooed the other away as he tossed his leg over Claudio’s hip. “After all, Claudio beat Josh, and I haven’t. Only right.”

“You’re fucking weird, dude.” Yuta shook his head as he jumped onto the bed with Bryan.

“We’re all weird. Now,” Bryan pushed his shorts down. “Suck my dick while I watch them.”

#no beta #in a hurry #kisses will tag later #rangerwritten #claudio castagnoli #jon moxley #bryan danielson #wheeler yuta #fanfiction #fanfic #aew fic #fic #aew fanfiction #aew fanfic #bcc #blackpool combat club #bcc fic

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mishapocalyse · 1 year

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Chapter One: The Man With The Bifröst Eyes

Description: Not many travel up the walls of Asgard, and you are one of the few. When searching for Atreus, you encounter much on your way as a long journey lies ahead of you.

Pairings: Heimdall GOW! x Reader// Thor GOW! x Reader

Warnings: Language, Violence, Gore, Mentions of alcohol, Abuse, Sexual content, sexual assault, mentions of suicide, mental illness may be within this fan fiction. Reader discretion is advised.

You have been warned.

"Tell me another story, Kratos." You asked the spartan before you.

He had been leaning over the large oak table, arms crossed--a grimace alluding to the disdain that was spread across his face. Kratos grunted, his demeanor changing ever-so slightly towards you in the process of your small, sweet request.

His shoulders relaxed, he had time for another tale. As he had been waiting, as everyone else had been waiting for Atreus to return home.

Not that there was much any one of them could do.

Atreus had run off, not being seen for two days. You could see the stoic look upon Kratos's face rub off, a look of worry stretching across it. You reached over to place a hand over his own.

"He will return, Kratos. Atreus is probably visiting home in Midgard. Don't worry." you reassured him.

Clearing his throat, the spartan gave another grunt.

So much for another story, you thought to yourself.

*********************

You couldn't sleep that night, a cold sweat keeping you shivering for warmth.

The light tapping of Sindri working on a blade had stirred you fully awake, while you threw back the fur blanket covering you . Atreus had still not returned, you knew as the bed in your shared room had been empty.

You sighed, the young boy had become a son to you. The thought of him being hurt and alone somewhere terrified you.

You heaved a sigh, bracing yourself to stand. Dressing yourself in the padded leather gear, as well as the gold plated armor, you hefted the long bow over your shoulders, to its dismay it chirped.

"Sorry Grötti." you replied in a hushed whisper.

Lugging your rucksack with you, tying the waterskin as well as the wrapped meats inside you slowly wandered towards the door, Sindri giving you the same worried look as he always did.

"I'll be fine Sindri. I promise." Those words hung in the air as sweetly as they did. The dwarf had scurried over from his table to wrap you in a tight hug.

"Please, be careful." and his words clung to the hands that he held, as you slipped away from him and onto the path that lied before you.

*********

There wasn't much you were worried about, only the boy, Atreus who still was nowhere to be found.

You would bring him home. You only had to find him first.

First, you had checked Midgard, the only would you found were those of the Hel-Walkers, and an angry World Serpent who also had no clue of the whereabouts of the young boy.

Then, the trail led you to Alfheim, then Muspelheim, to Svfartelheim, and finally to Vanaheim. In your last attempt to search for him, every trail of his went cold.

Then it hit you.

He must have went to Asgard.

You shook your head, your worry turned to a haunting desperate feeling as it gnarled your heart in your chest.

You could feel your chest tighten when the thought that he could be trapped by Odin.

Or worse...

He could be dead.

You shoo the thought away, no, Atreus was strong, he was smart. You knew he could handle himself quite well. He always had.

You wished for him to stop looking for trouble. All the while you were also running out of Yggdrasil stones, which meant you could travel to Asgard, however, returning would be a much different outcome.

There was no turning back, and if Atreus was not there, you for sure were going to have a lot more on your plate than trespassing.

************

It felt like hours as you wandered the Asgardian realm, wanting nothing more than to bring Atreus home.

You whispered to yourself, as well as to your bow companion, Grötti, of memories from your childhood.

Memories to keep you going, however, remembering who you were as well as to not fall into the fate of sleep.

You grew tired from the long journey here. Although it was a rather short one, it had been unbecoming, filled with nothing but stress, and bloodshed.

Apart from running into old friends, you were short on energy, and yet, it was a long way up.

An exceedingly, excruciating way up.

The wall had towered up stories high, the town you had went through with Migardian's whom sought shelter from the ever-coming Ragnarok. Their eyes watching as you went by.

You yourself knew that you were not the most inconspicuous, as you towered over many.

Standing at around 6'1, your h/c- a braid that circled your head. The furs and armor that encompassed your body--they admired you.

You were not like the others. However, you presented yourself as kind and generous, a smile never leaving your lips as you traveled up the wall.

Scaling it would prove troublesome.

Your fingers dug into the wall, feet kicking into the rock, finding small grooves to hoist yourself up the wall.

When you made it to a ledge, you made a note that when you reached the top, that you were for sure going to need a bath as well as something to eat.

Your rucksack had been stolen in Alfheim by a dark elf, which also held your source of water, in which you had taken to drink from the clear pools of water on the way up.

Not far ahead you had continued to climb, in the distance above you made out the top of the wall. With as much energy as you could muster, you bent your knees, and lunged forward to grip the ledge above you.

Pulling yourself up, you seated yourself on the ledge to look at how far you had came.

Grötti, chirped, delighted the two of you had made it so far without the help from anyone.

You murmured back that it would have been much easier to have just checked here first. The bow had fell silent once more, and you had been well rested to stand.

It was the middle of day when you reached the top, as the surrounding area was vacant. Not a soul was awaiting your arrival, which felt like the easiest by far.

Hopping down, you scoured the area on top of the wall, and as you peered over it you stared in awe of the city below you.

This was Asgard. In all of its glory, you had made it.

Atreus had to be here.

"Now what do we have here? Don't any of you stupid, filthy mortals have any common sense? Or do you all just fall short from the same tree?" You tensed, your back still turned away from the voice that came from behind you.

Wait, did he just insult you? How disrespectful. You internally seethed, yet you kept your composure as this individual was not your problem at this moment. He could pose for one later though.

"I wouldn't know, yet you would speak just as filthy as those you comment about." You retorted, still facing away.

He scoffed, "Have you come to bask in the glory of Asgard? Or steal from the Aesir?"

You had no time for this conversation, Atreus could be anywhere in the realm. Yet, this person was wasting your time. You slowly turned around, the furs gliding effortlessly behind you, your hair falling back into place.

Grötti had become rather irked by the stranger in front of you, keeping the bow calmly against your back as you spoke once again.

"I have come for a friend of mine. Nothing more."

"Lies." he sneered. "Everyone comes here for more. You could be just as selfish as the rest of those nasty mortals-" you interrupted him when you raised a hand.

"He is but a boy. Ye' high. He ran off, and I could not find him anywhere." You looked down at the ground innocently.

"I am worried sick about him. Have you seen him?" You added.

The stranger not once spoke another word, he stood there, eyes glued to you in disbelief.

"I will take you to him then--" You bowed to him, eyes never leaving his.

"Y/N."

"What?" The stranger asked, a brow raised. The Bifröst of his eyes glowing, swirling into one another.

"My name. And yours, god?" you quipped, that same playfully sweet smile egging the conversation on.

"I am the God of Foresight, Heimdall." He began, staggering towards you with a mission.

"Welcome to Asgard." He frowned as he passed.

#heimdall x reader #thor god x reader #kratos gow #god of war ragnarok #gow ragnrok #odin gow #gow heimdall #thor gow #tyr gow #Atreus gow #heimdall gow #reader x heimdall #gow fanfiction #god of war fanfiction #god of war

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Bestie I am on my knees, BEGGING, for alpha Emmet taking care of his heat ridden omega when their heat comes early in the station

- noodle (last one I swear)

More Alpha Emmet lets fucking go

Cw: mild assault ( rando grabbing the arm but nothing further)

No fucking in this one but fluff and comfort

You finally get to the station, it was a bit of a walk, but you don't mind the exercise. Gear Station was packed with people, as always. As you get to your train line, you see Emmet, your boyfriend, talking with his brother. Seriously, something about seeing your partner every day while heading to work fills your heart with love. You thought about waving to him but ultimately decided against it; you didn't want to distract him while he was at work.

As you try to squeeze your way through the crowds of rush hour you notice a faint heat pooling in your core, at first you wanted to ignore it but it became stronger than it hit you.

Heat

The smell of Alphas burned your nose your eyes watering the smell of preheat Omega fills the air making Alphas turn their heads. Their eyes flickered with a sudden animalistic drive to find the heat-stricken Omega. With the sense of all now presenting alphas your legs shake as your preheat becomes more.

" Attention all Depot agents there is a code O in place, I repeat a Code O" the announcement blared.

Immediately the depot agents follow protocol searching for the owner of the scent while you try to push through the crowd wanting to get out of here or maybe find your Alpha for protection.

You flinch when the hand grabs your arm. A strong sense you don't recognize fills your senses mingling with the others quickly overwhelming you. The random Alpha growls out your title making your skin crawl. A whimper slipped out of you everything in you wanted to pull away.He grips your arm tighter... Until-

"Excuse me sir..."

Emmet's arm wraps around your waist pulling you towards him he's comforting scent easing you.

" This Omega has to come with me,"

The alpha loosens his grip but he doesn't take the hint. in fact letting out a low growl disrespecting Emmet's authority and unknowingly pissing off your mate. He grabs his arm in an almost bone crushing grip, while still keeping his customer service smile. With enough force, to yank the alpha off you before pulling his wrist down, making the random Alpha lean closer to him. Emmet's eyes darken now face to face with the random Alpha, growls just low enough for the alpha to hear.

"I'm Emmet and don't touch things that don't belong to you "

It seemed to finally click in his head, his eyes filling with horror as Emmet threw their arm to the side. The alpha stumbled back, trying to leave quickly and not cause more of a scene than he already did. Deciding that you are not worth the trouble. But he was already in the depot agent's sights. He won't get away with this...

It took everything in him not to tear him limb from limb from even touching you. Judging by his scent his intentions were clear. Just like every other unmated Alpha he can danm smell. no matter how much wrath was bubbling inside of him you were more important. He can feel your trembling hand clenching his polo shirt, holding on for dear life, your eyes darting around, not wanting to be seen by anybody besides your Alpha. You want it to be home in a comfy nest of pillows and blankets.

He squeezes you closer to him opening his coat as if protecting you from prying eyes while he navigates you to a heat room.

Emmet looks around his surroundings before speaking into his communicator " yes Ingo I have them, I'll be in the heat room with them I'll leave the rest to you." nothing else mattered but getting you to safety protecting his Omega, making sure you're safe... Holding everything back trying to keep his professionalism.

Only to finally relax when those doors close and lock. His eyes soften as he gently laid you on the soft medical bed. When your smell sour from being overwhelmed too soft and sweet knowing that you're safe.

"Alpha."

Your sweet voice calling out to him for Comfort now how can he say no?

"Omega?" you feel his arms wrap around you his warm body against yours. He scent,it felt so good...

Your whole body called out to him not only your slowly growing heat, but your heart. You could sense the tinge of bitter in the air. As Emmet gently rubbed the growing bruise on your wrist. His face almost unreadable.

Even as your heat called out to him he ignored the lustful Alpha inside of him. Giving you a kiss on the forehead. Taking off his Subway boss coat and wrapping it around you and giving you one last smile before turning on his heel. It physically hurt him to turn away from you; not when you're in such a vulnerable state you couldn't leave you; he couldn't. He would be less of an alpha if he did so...

"Ingo are you there?

...

" I'm going to stay with them-"

" Don't worry about it brother I have everything under control just relax and take the rest of the day off, they need you!"

Emmet nodded he could always count on his brother.... What would he do without him?

"Thank you...Ingo."

He wasted no time in being with his omega scooting himself on the bed, fingers in your hair and holding you close to him, his chin nuzzling on the top of your head. Light touches slowly, gliding up and down on your back. With a smile,e you nuzzled your head into his chest.

Hearing his heartbeat drum on almost made you forget about the pooling desire in your core.

#Sfw #omegaverse #Submas #Emmet #To be honest we've seen Emmet Farel so many times let's see his more protective side of him!#Mild assault #Emmet x reader #pokemon x reader #pokemon submas #submas x reader

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amberlynnmurdock · 2 years

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The Secrets We Keep and the Secrets We Hold (Ch. 1)

CHAPTER ONE: The First Encounter

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Genre: Fluff, angst (to come)

Summary: You are a pre-law student at New York University. One drunken night, Daredevil crash lands on the rooftop of your dorm building. What you thought was a one-time meeting soon turns into an every-weekend affair with Daredevil. You fall in love with him, even though you don't even know who he is. On top of pining for him, you have to balance school, social life, and an internship at a local firm called Nelson & Murdock.

WARNINGS: Matt and Reader will have a slight age difference of 4 four years. This series will have violence, attempted assault, alcohol, drugs, and lots of fluff and lots of angst. Please read with caution and please message me if you need me to address something.

Archive of Our Own Link

You know this feeling all too well. Your throat is drier than a desert, your chest feels heavy from rushing home. Your feet hurt from braving four-inch heels all night. The feeling of forcing yourself to stay awake so you make sure you and your friends get home safe. The sudden carelessness of how you look, the carelessness of your mascara smudged because all that matters is getting the fuck in bed.

In other words: the feeling you’ve had too many tequila shots for one night.

“Come on, we’re almost there,” you slur your words as you push the elevator button, your fingers wrapped around the straps of your heels, the others holding onto the wall. Your three degenerate roommates were right behind you, barely walking in straight lines.

“Hold on, I think Anna’s going to puke,” Mary stops in her tracks to help her blonde friend out. Mary’s own bleach-blonde hair is frizzy from the sticky night sky that only August air had. Sabrina, with her dark brown hair, isn’t far behind. She's not as sober as you. You're the quickest to sober up because you deemed yourself the most responsible of the group. She reaches you and looks at your two friends.

“Glad we can hold our liquor,” she smirks. You let out a lazy laugh as you keep pushing the button of the elevator in your building.

“At least we’ve learned something here at NYU,” you force yourself to say, feeling out of breath. Finally, the elevator made its way down 20 flights, and Anna managed to hold her liquor. The four of you gathered in the elevator and each slumped in a corner as it made its ascension to the 20th and final floor. Luckily, your apartment building wasn’t far from all the most popular bars downtown, which made it easier for four drunk girls to get home safely–and quickly.

When the elevator dinged, Anna was the first to rush out and reach for her keycard to the apartment, which took up half the entire 20th floor. The other side of the floor was occupied by another group of girls, who weren’t as loud as the four of you, who were… slightly more responsible on a Thursday night.

While your three friends made a beeline to the bathroom, you instead grabbed yourself a water bottle from the fridge and threw on your biggest sweatshirt and slippers to go somewhere else. You didn’t like going to bed drunk because you hated how you felt in the morning. Instead, you took advantage of the roof, to clear your drunk mind and sober up before bedtime. Sure, you stayed up later than the others, but it was well worth not having a hangover for class in the morning.

The roof was spacious. You were the only one who ever took advantage of it. You had set up a chair and blanket when you first moved in because you knew this would become your hideaway spot from reality. As much of a social butterfly you were, you still treasured your quiet moments, moments you didn’t get to have often here at college. It was nice to sit here to clear your mind and listen to the city when it’s at its quietest. In the distance, you can see the Empire State Building lit up in the theme they chose for the night: red.

Sipping from your water bottle, you close your eyes and focus on trying not to feel like you’re spinning. It doesn’t work. You open them again and sigh deeply. You pull out your phone to scroll through your calendar. Your senior year just started and the assignments were already coming in like crazy. You should’ve known since you’ll soon be getting your degree in pre-law that you’d be preparing for law school already. The LSAT was only a few months away. It’s not that time yet, but there were other things you had to do before you graduated to prepare, like getting an internship at a law firm.

There were a few places you had in mind. The biggest reach was at Hogarth, Chao, and Benowtiz and while you knew you were capable of working at such a prestigious law firm, it was highly competitive to get an internship there. Still, you sent in your resume last night, hoping luck would be on your side. Another firm you applied to was Landman and Zack. The only problem with this firm was that they had something to do with the Wilson Fisk scandal–and that didn’t sit right with you. However, you couldn’t be picky with opportunities as a pre-law student.

*CRASH!*

Metal bins came flying and rolling from the other side of the roof. Startled, you jump up in your foldable chair and hug your sweatshirt around you closer. A cold sweat forms on your forehead as you realize you never thought to bring a weapon with you in case you had to defend yourself. As smart and alert as you were, you were sometimes forgetful.

More noises came from the crash and your mind was racing with a million scenarios. A bird? Did someone throw an item from another building and it landed here? If so, why was it still making noise, and now… why did you hear groans?

You looked around in a panic for anything to defend yourself with. You half thought about calling Sabrina but you knew everyone was fast asleep. On the side of the roof was a metal pole. You rushed over and grabbed it, holding it over your head and slowly beginning to walk towards the origin of the crash.

“Hello?” you call out with a shake in your voice.

“Erhhh,” someone groans in what sounds to be like pain.

The closer you got, you made out a dark figure on the ground, rolling over metal cans and trying to lift themselves with their elbows. The very, very dim orange light coming from one light bulb on the side of the building opposite you shines over and you can see a man dressed in a dark red suit with blood running down the side of his face.

Realization sets in, and you know who this man was. It was Daredevil, who seemed to have crash-landed on your peaceful hiding spot. Now knowing who he was, and what he was all about, your fear began to subside. This man is the reason why Wilson Fisk is now in jail. He couldn’t be as dangerous as everyone says he was, you rationalized. He put someone very bad in jail.

Doesn’t that make him good?

“Um… are you okay?” You ask him, not sure what to begin with.

You’ve startled him, you notice. He doesn’t answer you at first, and that annoyed you.

“I know you heard me,” the tequila was still in your system and with that, some liquid courage. “It’s rude of you to crash land on my roof and ignore me when I ask about your well-being,” you shoot at him.

Although you can’t see his entire face, you know you’ve got his attention now. Daredevil turns to face you and you see blood on his bottom lip.

“Yeah,” he replies, startled by your voice. “I’ll be–ah–good. You should go.”

“Oh, I should go?” You laugh at his mere suggestion. “That’s funny because you were the one who landed here uninvited.”

You didn’t care if it was the President, Daredevil, or Tony Stark himself–you weren’t going to be told what to do. In fact, you hated it. And the fact that Daredevil wasn’t speaking was making you more annoyed with the situation. Like he was ignoring you again. On purpose. You weren’t sure if your anger was valid or if it was the tequila, but that’s beside the point.

You took a moment to really look at him, now that you had a closer look. He looked hurt. Like, really hurt. And you didn’t know a thing about nursing or bandages but you knew he looked like he could use all that and a whole EMT squad. In situations like these, you could either put on a facade and act properly or you could be yourself. You went with the latter. And you threw away your sarcastic tone this time.

“Sorry, you didn’t get lucky. The medical student girls stay in a building two blocks from here,” you quip, lowering your weapon, forgetting it was in your hands.

The man flashes a grin as he sets himself up against the brick lining. It’s the only part of his face you can see, and you feel like it’s a reward that you’ve made Daredevil himself smile.

“You said, students? What building is this?” Daredevil asked, rubbing his side.

“This is Palladium Hall which is part of New York University. The purple flags didn’t give it away?” You raised an eyebrow.

He paused. “No,” he replied curtly, “too busy breaking my fall.”

“And where exactly is it you fell from?” You asked, gesturing to the sky.

“The building next door,” he replied.

You looked to your left. The building next to Palladium Hall had to have at least 10 more stories to it. You look back at Daredevil with concern, wondering if you should take him to the nursing students. You were kidding. But he definitely needed some medical help.

“Do you want me to call an ambulance?” You ask him.

“No,” he replied curtly again, “I’m fine.” His voice was gravely like he’d been shouting all night.

“Well,” you reply, folding your arms. “Can I at least offer you water?”

Daredevil takes a deep breath. You were going to scream if he was about to ignore you again, but it looked like he was pondering the request. You obviously couldn’t see half his face, but it was his body language that gave it away, he was considering your offer.

“No,” Daredevil said. “I have to go–“ and as he tries to begin to walk, a pain shoots in his side it seems, as he grabs for his side and hunches over.

“I’ll ask again,” you sigh. “Do you want water?”

You took his grunt in response as a yes.

You rushed down to your apartment and quietly made your way to the kitchen. As if you were on a little mission, you snuck out the door again and made your way back to the roof, water bottle in hand. You sighed in relief, knowing Daredevil was still here, waiting for you.

You took this moment in briefly: were you really helping an illegal vigilante right now? Isn’t this against everything you’ve devoted four years learning to?

Ignoring the rationale, you walked over to him. He was now sitting on a larger metal can. You hand him a water bottle and your fingers gently grazed his leather gloves, which are definitely covered in someone else’s blood.

“So… what exactly was it tonight? Robbery? Assault? Threats? All of the above?” You ask him.

He lets out a soft laugh. “Domestic abuse.”

You suddenly grow quiet and you feel guilty for making light of very dark situations. Perhaps it was hard to wrap your head around the fact that these dark situations could be someone’s everyday life, and that they exist in real life, which is a sad thought. But it’s people like Daredevil that put a stop to it.

“Well, did you win?”

“I don’t think he’ll be touching his girlfriend again. Well, his ex-girlfriend, now. I made him sign restraining order papers he had been avoiding for weeks, and the woman is now safe.”

“Did she… expect you? Is there some sort of vigilante hotline I can call for problems to be handled? There’s a bunch of frat guys you could talk to for me,” you joke, unfolding your arms. You’re now standing in front of him. Daredevil takes a sip of the water bottle you gave him, and the sight of it sends chills down your spine. You're not sure why.

“I had… heard of her situation and knew my practices could help. And no,” he lets out a laugh, “there is no hotline.”

“Your ‘practices’ you say,” you smile, “practices that are against the law and making the news.”

“Are you going to call the cops?” He smirks as if he knew what your answer would be.

“I might if you disturb my peaceful rooftop session again, Mr. Daredevil,” you reply, realizing you accidentally just flirted with him. You wanted to blame it on the tequila again, but you could only do that so many times.

“You already know how I ended up on this roof,” Daredevil replies, seemingly not picking up on your tone. Relief washed over you. “What about you?” He asks.

“I… uh… was sobering up from a night out,” you answer truthfully. “I like to sit up here until I’m ready to go to sleep sober so I’m ready for class in the morning. There’s nothing worse than a mock trial with a hangover.”

He seems to be intently listening. You feel yourself growing tired by the minute, but your night felt like it just got exciting.

“Mock trial? Are you in law school?” Daredevil asks. You’re caught off guard by his interest, but you’re glad he asked.

“Not yet. Studying pre-law here, and it’s my senior year. So, next year is the fun of taking the LSAT and applying to law schools.”

Daredevil nods and he looks hesitant to ask you anything else. You wished he would.

“Where do you want to go?”

“My top choice is Columbia. But I’ll settle for anything in the city.”

He looks like he wants to say more, but doesn’t. You yawn, realizing you should probably be in bed sooner than later.

“Well, Daredevil, it was an absolute pleasure to have you scare the fuck out of me and crash land on this rooftop. I hope you have a great rest of your night breaking the law, as you are speaking to a future lawyer,” you smile as you start to make your way to the door.

Daredevil gives a small smile.

“Maybe you’ll crash land again,” you say softly, too softly for him to hear.

Daredevil slowly gets up and begins walking to the roof's edge.

He turns to you in the moonlight, so you can only see his profile.

He jumps off the roof. And you head back to your apartment.

You don’t tell your friends about Daredevil.

Instead, you keep him to yourself, like a secret. You felt like a teenage fangirl, hoping you’d see him again, but instead of focusing on something minuscule like that, you took a look at the resume you sent to Hogarth, Chao, and Benowtiz. There was a reply and you clicked it eagerly.

Dear ___,

Thank you for your application. We sincerely appreciate your interest in being a part of Hogarth, Chao, and Benowtiz, but unfortunately, this position is now closed. We have saved your resume for future job openings and we hope to invite you for an interview then.

Best,

Pamela Smith

Legal Secretary

Hogarth, Chao, and Benowtiz

You sigh, and you don’t feel too disappointed, because you honestly saw that coming. Although you applied for Landman and Zack as well, you still weren’t keen on working for a firm that had a hand in the Wilson Fisk case. Who knows who else they were working for now?

At the bottom of the internship page, you saw an opening that was posted a day ago. The law firm of Nelson and Murdock was looking for a bright, and eager law or pre-law student to join their team to gain experience and help defend the citizens of New York City. Although this internship wasn’t paid like the other ones, you were desperate for a season of working in a law firm. You would be working as a legal assistant for them. Even if it meant getting them coffee in the morning: you didn’t care. You really needed an internship!

You also remembered their firm in the news as well, because they were the lawyers who put Wilson Fisk in jail. That was a better reason than Landman and Zack.

You submitted your application and decided to go about your day, starting with coffee down the block and a trip to Washington Square Park.

Matt Murdock carefully walks up the steps to the office of Nelson and Murdock. He had a long night, per usual, but unfortunately, the effects were still hurting him today. Not even coffee helped his case. He was tired.

He does remember you, though, and he’s not sure why he can’t get you off his mind. He wasn’t sure if it was because of the banter you offered him or the way you immediately offered to help in the smallest of ways. Or maybe, it had been a long time since he was able to talk to someone behind the mask. Although the interaction was short, it left a lasting impression on Matt.

He was intrigued by your background in law and it made him reminisce on the days when he and Foggy were in law school, just five years ago. He smiled to himself, remembering the smell of alcohol on you mixed with your perfume which was berries and jasmine. He can’t say he didn’t spend his college nights drinking, too.

“Good morning,” Matt greets Karen who is sitting at her desk, vigorously going through her files. Foggy comes out of the kitchen with a stale cup of coffee in his hand.

“Morning, Matt Murdock,” Foggy quips, taking a sip of coffee. “Damn, my alliteration game has been on fire lately!”

“How about your litigation game? Have you come up with an opening statement for the hearing on Monday?” Matt replies with a smirk.

“Uhhh, for sure! Yeah, right, Karen?” Foggy nervously laughs. Matt chuckles and takes off his blazer, hanging it on the coat rack. He walks to his office, cane in front of him, ignoring the sharp pains that come with each step.

“Oh well, here’s something,” Karen says from her computer, “we finally might have an intern to help us out.”

Matt hears her speak, but he’s already thinking of the clients he has to contact today. He pulls out his briefcase and sets up his computer, headset, and braille reader.

“Oh, really?! Finally! Someone to get us coffee in the morning!!” Foggy exclaims.

“That’s not the point, Foggy,” Karen rolls her eyes, “this is meant to help a college student trying to get their foot in the door. Don’t you remember struggling as a law student?”

Foggy shrugged, “sure, I know. I’m just kidding. Well, do you want to bring him or her in for an interview?”

“Of course, but I’ll need permission from you guys first. And, it’s a she.”

“Well, I’m cool with it, we need someone,” Foggy says. “Matt?”

Matt takes his headset off and gestures his head toward them. “Yeah?”

“Do you want to interview someone today for the internship position we posted?”

“Oh, uh, yeah, that’s fine,” Matt replies distractedly.

“It’s not even 9 AM and he’s already deep in work,” Foggy mutters under his breath. “Okay then, it’s settled. Bring her in.”

#daredevil #daredevil x reader #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock #age different relationships #the secrets we keep #amberlynnmurdock #matt murdock fanfic #daredevil fanfic #daredevil imagine #matt murdock imagine #marvel one shot #daredevil series #matt murdock series #she hulk #the defenders #charlie cox #charlie cox x reader

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bechloeislegit · 2 years

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STRONGER Chapter 7

Later that night, the three women were in bed. Sarah was asleep seconds after her head hit the pillow. Beca was in her room, tossing and turning, unable to get to sleep. All she could think about was Chloe in the room next door.

Chloe was in no better shape than Beca. She was startled by sudden noises and was beginning to get lost in her head about what those noises meant. She finally threw the covers off and got out of bed.

Beca heard the unmistakable creaking sound of the floorboards outside her room and smiled. She waited and watched as her door slowly opened.

"Beca?" Chloe's voice whispered from the doorway.

"Yeah?"

"I'm scared, can I sleep in here with you?"

Beca couldn't help how her smile grew as she noticed Chloe was already moving toward her bed.

"Come on," Beca said, holding up the blanket for Chloe to crawl in.

Once Chloe was in the bed, Beca dropped the blanket over them. She pulled Chloe to her and whispered, "I was wondering how long it was going to take you to come in here."

"You could have just invited me in to begin with," Chloe whispered. "It would have saved me a lot of anxiety."

"You don't need a special invitation," Beca said. "You have an open invitation to invade my space anytime you want."

"Anytime, huh?"

"Yep."

"So, if I got into your personal space right now," Chloe said as she moved up so she was lying on her side face-to-face with Beca, "what would you do?"

"Um, probably something like this," Beca said, throwing her leg over Chloe and rolling them so she was now hovering over Chloe.

Beca leaned down and smashed their lips together. Chloe moaned and pressed into the kiss. Beca broke the kiss and looked into Chloe's eyes.

"I've got you now," Beca whispered.

"So, what are you going to do with me?"

Beca smiled and bent down to recapture Chloe's lips. Beca raised herself slightly using her left arm. She then shifted and used her right knee to push Chloe's legs apart. As soon as Chloe's legs parted, Beca pushed her knee into Chloe's core; Chloe thrust against Beca's knee, moaning as she did.

Beca pulled back from the kiss and looked into Chloe's eyes.

"I want you," Beca murmured.

"So, take me," Chloe responded with a smile.

Those words spurred Beca on. She used her right hand to start unbuttoning Chloe's pajama top. She popped the final button and used her hand to open the shirt, exposing Chloe's breasts.

"My god, you're beautiful," Beca mumbled as she teasingly flicked her tongue across Chloe's nipple.

Beca smiled at the sinful moan she elicited from Chloe. She then used her right hand to palm Chloe's breast as she leaned down and took the other fully into her mouth to continue using her tongue to lick around the pebbled nipple.

Chloe's hand made its way to the back of Beca's head; she held Beca's head in place as Beca continued her assault on Chloe's breast.

"I want to see you, too," Chloe whisper-moaned.

Beca removed her mouth from Chloe's breast. The resounding pop echoed around the room. She then sat up so she was straddling Chloe's hips. Beca removed her t-shirt, exposing her bare chest to Chloe. She tossed the shirt over her shoulder.

"Talk about beautiful," Chloe said, sitting up to wrap her arms around Beca, whispering, "You're exquisite," before smashing their lips together.

Beca wrapped her arms around Chloe's shoulders and deepened the kiss. Chloe broke the kiss and started kissing down Beca's jaw and neck. Chloe slid her hands down and squeezed Beca's ass, pulling her closer to her.

The sudden sound of glass shattering, followed by a car alarm going off, caused the girls to jerk apart.