#the BEST fucking broken family storyline

[star-ocean-peahen]

LYCAON NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO BABY

HES SO FUCKING SKINNY AS A WOLF

AND HIS TEMPERAMENT IS AN INSATIABLE HUNGER

BECAUSE HE WAS TRAUMATIZED FROM CONSTANTLY STARVING

FUCK

#okay this is TOO perfect #the BEST fucking broken family storyline #POOR BABBY............. #lycaon berry #clare siobhan #clare siobhan not so berry

[liveontelevision]

If I don't get more to that babysitter story soon I might just go into full withdrawals.

Well shit here you go bbg

Exams are mostly over which means I can suffer more! :)

This is definitely gonna be a multi-part series at this point, and I am working on part 3 already so - ya

Disclaimer: This is my personal interpretation of the characters from Hazbin Hotel. I respect the canon storyline and characters, but this fic will stray from it a decent amount.

Enjoy this very angsty mildly smutty continuation of Suffer Pt. 1!

Suffer Pt. 2 | Lucifer x Reader

Things didn't exactly get easier for you after your stupid dalliance with Lucifer. Obviously, you lost your job. But you were a nanny, you lived in the manor. And now you have to find new housing somewhere else in Hell. You haven't been out on the streets in years, and protection was essentially guaranteed as a royal staff member, so it was definitely.. a change of pace. Getting some tips from your previous coworkers who lived outside the manor, you did your best to weave through the murderous streets to find some sort of safety.

“Hello? Anyone home?” The apartment you entered was located in a ratty-looking motel that sat in the middle of a more secluded area in Pentagram City. No matter how dirty, it did seem a little safer considering the distance between other sinners. Scanning the apartment, considering no one answered to your previous call, you hesitantly stepped through the door. An imp you used to work with at the hotel advised you to take some sort of protection out there. He handed you an incredibly sleek pistol. It was tiny, even compared to the size of your smaller hands. It was easy to slip in and out of the little holster on your outer thigh. Scoffing at the idea of needing to shoot anyone, you accepted it humbly. Just to be safe.

Looking out a busted window, surrounded by broken glass, you saw the demon who must've lived here. A twisted corpse, covered in splatters of blood and dirt. A long angelic spear, still standing, sits firmly in the center of their chest, a collection of other stab wounds littered across the rest of the body. Fuck. You knew about exterminations, everyone did. It was always a solemn day back at the manor, but you’ve never witnessed its actual afflictions. You stumbled backward, tripping over some random debris and falling to the floor, your heart pounding heavily in your chest. The fear you felt, the sharp pain in your palms where the glass shards had pierced you, it was all too much. Struggling to your knees, you crawl to the wall, leaning back against it with a thud. A sudden paranoia that someone may hear any noise you made, kept your breathing shallow. You pulled your knees to your chest, sitting in the dark room entirely alone. You wished you weren't alone. You wished he was here.

The last extermination day was about three months ago, so you knew the place hadn't been touched in at least that long. And as gruesome as it may sound, you now had a place to stay in the meantime. But, what are you supposed to do now? You were sure there weren't any families in Hell looking for a babysitter.. You could do little things, like mending clothes, cooking, and cleaning, but.. None of those skills were strong enough to get you into anything remotely as comfortable as being a royal nanny. Cell Phones were a thing at this time, but you never had a reason to have one before, so that’d be something you have to work for. You were essentially starting from scratch, as if you had just arrived in Hell.

You had to take to the streets. Walking nervously, with one hand on your little emergency weapon, you peeked into stores to see who might be hiring. Surprisingly, a quaint little bakery was just around the corner. Stepping inside, the little bell notifies the black-eyed woman standing at the counter. After a quick conversation, and browsing some of the baked goods, it finally clicked that you had walked straight into cannibal town without realizing. But.. It was surprisingly nice. The woman said she did need help in the kitchen, and while the image of cleaning blood and bones off baking pans made you shiver, it could've been worse.

With some hard work and absolute dumb luck, you managed to become a customer favorite. There were some close calls, gentlemen would always get a whiff of your scent before kissing your hand as a greeting, and sometimes you would even feel their teeth graze across your knuckles. The owner was such a lovely woman, despite also being a cannibal, she would swat at any unwanted advances and scold anyone who dared to taste her “best worker”. After a couple months, you were able to pretty up your inherited apartment, and it finally felt like somewhere you could call home.

And a few months after that, you would actually consider yourself in a good place. Bringing some homey decor into your new place, you had the urge to bring a few friends by. The only issue was, you didn't have friends. You were close to the owner, but she was.. Old fashioned. And customers were just that; customers. You were getting antsy though. You rummaged through the small duffle you took with you from the Morningstar residence and found a mildly appealing outfit. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you let out a dissatisfied hum. With one fell swoop, you took the bottom of your skirt and tore it fully around your legs. The dress that normally flowed sweetly to your calves, now flounced to your thighs. With one more spin, where you saw a little too much under your skirt, you decided that this would definitely get you some friends.

Oh, and how right you were. You made many “friends”. You played every card in the book, using dozens of excuses to bring home any demon who showed interest. You were careful about it, you could handle yourself, after all. You were finally getting the attention you deserved. But.. it wasn't from him. Each time you’d walk to work you’d see a flier or a billboard with the king of Hell’s grinning face on it. It churned your stomach each time. 

At this point, after some soul-searching, you decided on one thing. This was all Lucifer’s fault. How dare he smile at you the way he did. How could he constantly keep you company, making you wonder why you were even hired as a nanny? How could he so easily touch you without getting as nervous as you did? How could he kiss you the way he did, then call it a mistake? He did nothing to defend you. But these demons in your bed each night? They would do anything for just a taste of you and had no problem admitting that.

After finally appeasing your physical needs, you stopped pursuing demons. It’s been a few years since you've settled in, and now you look back at some of your hookups with a cringe. That was progress, right? Admitting it was just a phase? 

Your traveling hands told you otherwise. At night, especially after a long shift where your mind was too tired to think straight, your hands would trail down the center of your stomach. You could never explain what got you in this state, but somewhere in the back of your mind, you had to know. Taking no time, with your exhaustion quick to take over, you rubbed small circles across your still-clothed cunt. You held your blanket to your mouth to muffle any noises. You picked up the speed.

“Nng.. L-Lucifer..”  You moaned out softly, your blanket slipping out of your clenched fist. A swell of pleasure caused you to arch your back into your hand, still playing with your overstimulated cunt. After letting yourself calm down, you simply sit with tired eyes, looking at the ceiling with a visible glare. Well, shit.

—

“U-Uh.. Lillith, my love, don’t you think we should -” A quick glare back at the nervous king caused him to shut his mouth.

“Get yourself cleaned up, darling. Then, we’ll figure everything out.” She sounded far too calm for his liking, but once he turned to a mirror in a nearby vanity, he choked on any response he might have. He was covered in your lipstick. Fuck, he loved being covered in your lipstick. Quickly shaking the thought out of his head, he went off to clean up his face. Splashing water onto his face and neck, he let out a heavy sigh, refusing to look into his reflection. Even he’s ashamed to look into his eyes after what he’s done.

After folding his coat and draping it over a nearby chair, he carefully approached Lillith, who had sat down gracefully at the edge of their shared bed. She was holding up some papers with a purple haze, and with a flick of her wrist, she dropped certain ones into a nearby portal. Lucifer gathered the courage to sit next to his wife. He still kept a good distance, twisting his ring around his finger as a nervous fidget.

“What do you think of this one, dear?” Leaning in close to him, Lillith presents a piece of paper that she had just been looking at. A sudden chill ran down his spine, scanning the sheet. A picture of a homely demon, looking absolutely ancient, was clipped to piles of papers with references, experiences, and skills. Overall, if this were a normal situation, she would be a perfect fit to take care of Charlie. But so soon? He didn't want to bring that up. Hey! Can’t you keep the demon, who you just caught me sucking on, for a little while longer? That’s ridiculous.

“W-Well, sure, I’m sure Charlie would love her.. Great choice.. Love.” He was always quick to tell her or give her whatever would make her happy. He owed her that after all. After dragging her to the pits of Hell that he created.

“Hm! Well, that’s settled. I suggest you head to the other room for the night, you must understand how I’m feeling after what I saw.” She sounds absolutely heartless. Not in a way that comes off as cruel, just in the way she barely seems affected by something that weighs on his mind so heavily. Either way, he nodded and left their bedroom. 

No servants came to help him get ready for bed, as they usually do. Which isn't an issue, he wasn't completely incompetent. But it did leave him alone for the first time in centuries. Really, when was the last time he had been alone in a room for longer than a few minutes? He tried to not get caught up in the thought, shifting under the covers of the bed. It felt new. It felt unused.

Maybe it was the discomfort of sleeping in a bed that hadn't been touched for who knows how long, but Lucifer spent most of the night tossing and turning. How could he sleep with his mind so full of regret? But then, what was he regretting exactly? Was it the cheating on the one woman who's been by him through everything? Or was he regretting not saying something to you sooner? Not shutting the door when he had the chance? Regretting letting you go without a fight?

At some point in the night, he shot up, a sweating mess. He was still exhausted, even with the notion that he had just woken up from some night terror. Finally catching his breath, he slumps back down, shifting into some other sleeping position. With that one motion, he felt the stiffening problem in his shorts. Fuck. It wasn't there the whole night, but he knew exactly why it was here now. He laid on his back, spreading his knees a bit to gain better access to his aching groin. With the same goal of getting it over with, so he could go back to sleep, he palmed at his shorts before releasing his throbbing cock. Even if he convinced himself that this was just to help him get back to sleep, he couldn't prevent picturing you as he started to toy with himself

If you could see him in this state, you'd go mad. The image of him letting out soft whimpers to no one and pumping his own shaft, wishing his hand was your own.

With a speedy resolve, Lucifer pulls away his hand. Already disgusted with himself for essentially sending you to the streets to fend for yourself, he cleaned himself up before continuing to lay in the unfamiliar bed. The rest of the night was spent staring at the ceiling. It was all so.. Empty. He was so used to hearing the soft breathing of someone sleeping beside him, the comfort of being able to just turn his head and know he wasn't alone. He didn’t exactly miss the smell, but he could recognize the difference. The fragrance of whatever Lillith would use on her hair or skin, right before she would sleep, was gone. There was still a lingering scent, though. He couldn't quite place his finger on it. A sudden flash of your flushed appearance, ringing with an anticipation he hadn't seen in years, formed in his mind. He could have covered you in love bites and bruises right that instant - Oh. That must be it; He was smelling you. His senses were overwhelmed. By you.

“Sire! Breakfast!” A hasty knock at the bedroom door sent him sitting up quickly. He was still groggy since it didn't feel like he fell asleep at all. A random servant let themselves in, a tray of assorted breakfast pickings sitting heavily in their hands as they glided quickly to place it over his lap. He didn't normally have breakfast in bed. A surprise usually viewed as a treat, felt morbid to him. He usually had breakfast with..

With a heavy sigh, he dismisses the imp and pushes the tray off his lap. Who could have an appetite after everything that went on the night before?

As the days started to pass, Lillith eventually started acting like nothing had changed. Your replacement was quick to start working. Lucifer got along with her fine and Charlie seemed to like her plenty. Could this really be swept under the rug? Was a little kiss not worth a serious discussion after all these years? Apparently so. Neither of the royals brought it up to each other after that. They were actually fighting less than before - that is - Lucifer didn't feel it fair to try and rebuttal any of her arguments. And.. that’s the end of it. Just a fling that occurred on a restless night. Just a sinner making another sinful mistake, and the king of Hell creating more problems. There wasn't any more to it.

—

Extermination Day was fast approaching. This wasn't your first, but it was definitely jarring compared to how you handled it at the Morningstar Manor. You boarded up your windows, tore apart curtains, and generally made your hand-me-down apartment seem abandoned. No point in looking for sinners in an empty building, right? You were surprisingly calm, considering the circumstances, you brought a damned book to read while hiding in the safest area of your home. You didn't think much of it, Not until the screams began.

The battle cries became increasingly louder. The exorcists were quick to get to work, spreading their attacks through the most heavily populated areas first. The shouting and sobbing of other demons suddenly registered in your mind. You're terrified. It's easy for sinners to take their position for granted during their first year. You died on Earth, but here you are in Hell. You die in Hell, you regenerate, so you can continue your eternal punishment. But this extermination? It finally clicked in your mind that this could be it. This could be your end and you have no idea what would happen to you afterwards. Was there anything beyond Hell? Your spiraling thoughts were brought to a halt when some of the expertly nailed boards on your windows went flying across the room. You were safely tucked away in a closet, it wasn't closed, just ajar. You hoped that little detail would keep it clear that no demon would be stupid enough to hide in an open closet. You heard rustling, some things breaking, then breathing. She was so close to the closet, that you could hear her breathing. As she reached for the doorknob and you prepared for the worst, you could hear a command coming from outside. The exorcist left through your window in one fell swoop. You had no idea if that was the end of the extermination or if you had only managed to avoid one angel.

Gripping your knees to your chest, only prolonging your struggling breathing, you hoped for one thing. Your mind went spinning, as it does on occasion; After rough days or when certain guests weren't treating you very well, you would wish for help. In your fantasies, a knight in shining armor would come in, kick down the door, and save the day. He would whisk you off your feet and you'd have your happy ending. But today, extermination day, you wanted nothing more than for Lucifer to hold you. Not to save you, defend you from dangers, or play the hero, but to embrace you. Keep you close to his chest and tell you everything was going to be okay, and that you'll look back on this later and laugh. That you'll always be safe as long as you're with him.

Why did you have to ruin it? Things were so good before. You were safe, technically wealthy, and had a friend. A real friend who would help pick up your work if you ever felt the slightest overwhelmed, someone who would support and praise you, someone who would make you laugh. And you were too horned up to consider you could lose all of it.

A sharp pain running down your back forces you awake. Taking the time to recognize your surroundings, you recall crying yourself to sleep in the cramped safe haven you made for yourself. At least it worked. You're still here. Despite everything, you're still here. Taking your time, you stretched your stiff body and examined the damage to your home. It was in absolute shambles. The sight of the busted window made your blood run cold, just imagining an exorcist exploring your personal space. You took a mental note of everything you still had and carefully sat at the edge of your bed, your sheets littered with shards of window glass. This has to stop. You need some kind of respite again, you can't survive like this anymore.

—

You were embarrassed. It felt so strange going somewhere and admitting you need help, that was always a struggle for you. But to crawl to the establishment ran by Charlie? The toddler you raised? It would be near impossible to admit defeat to her. But you were shunned by the rest of the royal family, and quickly discovered you can't make it just living alone as a demon. There's only one other option. Heaven. You supposed it was time to give Redemption a shot. What else do you have to lose?

You hesitate to knock on the door once you're greeted with the signs hanging all over the front of the building. Homemade flyers and banners decorate the walls, saying things like Sinners Welcome!, Escape Redemption!, Ascend to the Heavens!, but the most important one was Free Housing! You knock so lightly on the door, that you have to do it again. It swung open -

You aren't exactly shocked by her appearance, she's been displayed on the news and you've seen her commercials a few times, but you still felt a stabbing pain in your chest. It was from a combination of nerves and.. was that pride? To see this little girl, you helped raise for a moment, as a grown woman who was pursuing her dreams?

She immediately bombarded you with questions and greetings. She still had that energy, didn't she?

"This is the lobby! And over here is the bar, if you drink, and here is -” You started to tune out her voice, still smiling and nodding when she looked at you. Taking in your surroundings, you would at least smile at the other demons you'd make eye contact with. You recognized Angel Dust, obviously a celebrity in Hell, but the rest were strangers to you. Emphasis on strange.

Finally appearing from the shadows, you did actually recognize the so-called radio demon. He would frequently come into your bakery with the overlord of Cannibal Town, Rosie. You'd serve them, which was not normally a service you'd provide, but your boss insisted. He seemed nice enough from those interactions, you saw no reason to fear him. Yet. He was kind enough to stop you and Charlie to chat.

"Ah, a familiar face!" He greeted you by taking up your hand and placing a light kiss on your knuckles, immediately sending shivers down your spine. "Pleasure to see you, again, dear." He spoke into your hand. "Quit the pleasure~" Your hand still held to his lips, he looked up to meet your eyes. With a nervous chuckle and a nod, you pull your hand away, almost pushing Charlie to move on. You didn't want him to see your flustered face.

"So.. How's your dad been?" You idiot. Why would you ask that? You didn't want to know the answer.

"Oh! Um.. That's a weird question - We don't talk much, he's doing important things you know, considering he's the king and all, but uh..good! Pretty sure he's.. good..." Her nervous reactions were just like her father's, but you didn't have time to dwell on that. You knew Lillith had disappeared, everyone did. You wondered what happened. You wondered what it would be like if you were still in the manor with them. If Lucifer would treat you differently with Lillith gone.. Stop. 

“Well, I used to work at the manor, actually.. erm.. Do you recognize me..? By any chance?" Charlie's face gleamed with excitement as she took your hands into hers. You were hopeful for a second.

"That is so cool! I haven't been home in ages.. so I'm not sure I remember you but - wow, we have so much to talk about!" She let out an excited squeal that left you smiling nervously. She didn't recognize you. That was fair, you only knew her when she was young, but you thought.. maybe...

Aging in Hell worked differently. While Charlie had truly grown, you've looked the same for multiple decades. You almost hoped that would trigger something in her mind.. thinking about it, you'd love to reconnect with her. But you can't. You can't look at her without seeing him. Maybe her not recognizing you is the best for now.

You settled into the hotel pretty quickly, and considering your housekeeping skills, the rest of the staff and residents seemed to warm up to you, asking for help with little things like mending or baking. You also helped Charlie with anything you could. She had a lot of questions about what her childhood home was like before she came along, and you had to do your best to dance around the important details.

As you were fixing up a skirt for Angel, one that was torn straight in half, your head was suddenly with radio static. A shadowy figure appeared in front of you. With Alastor looking down at you, he was much more intimidating. Doesn't stop the fact that he made you blush like crazy.

"Alastor. What's up?" You turned your head back down to continue your sewing, trying to keep a cool facade, then felt the seat next to you dip slightly.

"A little birdy told me you have an.. interesting past. Sounds like you have quite the history with the royal family, correct?" You hesitantly nod.

"I'd love to hear some stories if you have anything.. juicy." He definitely learned that word from Rosie. You chuckled at the sound of such a modern word warped with static. You gave him the same details you would tell Charlie, vague and definitely not juicy.

As you spoke and sewed at the same time, you ended up jabbing your finger with the needle. With a disappointed groan, you squeezed your finger, letting the blood drop grow. A quick reaction, Alastor lightly took a grasp of your wrist and brought your finger to his lips. With just a single swipe of his tongue, he wiped the blood clean. You tried your best to act disgusted, he was a cannibal after all, but your face was still heating up.

“O-Ookay.. thank you, I suppose..? Anyway..” You took a moment to shake any inappropriate thoughts from your head before returning to your stories. Alastor simply sat and nodded, occasionally letting out a little chortle at something you tried to joke about. "It was definitely a cushy job, I mean, you get free housing as a nanny, protection, food and - "

"A nanny, hmm?" Fuck. You quickly dropped what you were doing to face him. "Alastor, please don't say anything to Charlie. She doesn't even remember me since I had to leave when she was young, and I.. I want to keep it that way, okay? Keep this between us? Please?" You were begging. You had a great relationship with Charlie right now, there was no point bringing up the past. Or the mistakes you've made. You didn't see his smile grow, but it definitely did.

"Not a problem, my dear! I'm not one to blab.. since you asked so nicely." He looked at his clawed fingers as if they were neatly painted nails. You let out a sigh of relief, shakily reaching for your little sewing project in your lap to proceed where you left off.

"Thanks. I owe you one." You had no idea what you did, but apparently, that was enough for him. Enough to signal a deal. You officially owed Alastor a favor, and you had no idea what that could entail.

—

“Okay, everyone! My dad agreed to come and see what I'm - what we - are doing here! This could really help the hotel, so we are going to pretty it up and make it as welcoming as we can!” Charlie stood on the previously used trust-fall stage as she spoke.

“We’ve got one hour, people! Let’s get going!” The command from Vaggie, only made you sweat more. You stood in the small crowd of recently made friends, suddenly shrinking where you stood. You had no idea what Lucifer had been up to these past years. He definitely wasn't making any public appearances and Charlie rarely talked about him, so you just assumed he wasn't interested in her little project. It was shocking to you at first, that the gentle father you used to know had barely even spoken to her in almost a decade.

But that's beside the point. He was coming to the hotel. Stepping off the stage as the crowd dispersed, Charlie came directly to you. She held onto both your hands, before shining a giddy smile your way.

“Isn’t it exciting? Maybe he’ll recognize you! It’ll be like a little reunion!”  You simply smiled and nodded, before quickly stepping away. Charlie started directing people, nicely, to start cleaning things up and creating banners and other decorations. A familiar static ran through your core as you hit the top of the stairs, ready to hide wherever you could.

You groaned, “Alastor, I just need to get out of here, please don’t bug me right now.” He was quick to block your path, placing a hand on his chest as if he were wounded.

“How cruel of you, I simply want to chat! I’m just wondering how you’re doing, dear.” His voice was sweet, but it still put you on edge. You waved him off and kept walking.

“Don’t give me that shit, I know you don't really care.” You rolled your eyes as he continued to walk with you, occasionally brushing his side against yours with his strides. Alastor was becoming close to you over these past few months, even getting a little touchy at times. You definitely didn't mind it. You considered making some kind of move, but the idea of that failing made you cringe.

“Goodness, how rude you are today! Aren’t you excited to see your old employer? Or.. are you nervous?” He knew what he was doing. You did your best to hide your anxious reaction, but he saw right through it.

“M-Maybe a little nervous. There, are you happy now? I don’t want to see him, I’m not ready - “ You muffled a frustrated groan into your hands, stopping in place

“Not a problem, my dear! Why don’t you stick with me today? I would hate to see you in such a state of despair - ” Liar. “ - just think about it.” You nod your head, but you were pretty sure you wouldn't be leaving your room for the rest of the day.

“Good girl.” With a quick pat on your head and a flicker of the lights, Alastor disappeared from sight. Your whole body shivered as you stepped into your room. 

— 

You recognized his voice immediately, even from your room. it didn't help that he was practically shouting. You were sitting in your bed, your back against the headboard and your knees pulled tightly to your chest. You would grab a book, or maybe the phone you finally managed to buy, but you didn't. You sat with tears flowing down your cheeks. You weren’t sad, exactly, but your body had no idea how to process your emotions right now.

Luckily, a loud crash snapped you out of your frozen state, forcing you to carefully leave your room. You couldn't hear his voice anymore, just a loud ruckus, people screaming and gunshots. You assumed someone had broken down the wall, again, probably looking for another fight. That probably means he left, right? Taking your time, you carefully peek your head around the stairwell, letting out a shaky sigh of relief.

No sign of Lucifer. Starting to descend the stairs, a giant portal opens mere feet away from you. Charlie and Lucifer return, his gigantic wings fluttering close as they embrace. You only realized the severity of the situation after appreciating his wings that you’ve never really seen this close before. They were beautiful - Focus.

As they discussed finally setting up Charlie’s meeting, she finally caught a glance of you just beginning to climb the stairs.

“Oh, Dad! I almost forgot! There was so much going on, I didn't get to show you our other guest!” She speedily approached you as she spoke, grabbing your hand and pulling you back down the stairs.

“She said she used to work at home! Isn't that cool?” Placing both her hands on your shoulders, you were essentially held captive.

“Oh! OH! Ahh.. hm! That is - That is definitely.. Interesting! Fun little fact there, isn't it?” His laughter became increasingly nervous and his cheeks became redder, as he tugged at the collar of his shirt to let the cool air of the room hit his suddenly heated skin.

“B-Been awhile, huh?? Long time no see! What are you up to? Today? These.. days..?” Charlie’s excitement only grew, shaking you a bit by your shoulders.

“You remember each other? That’s awesome! Maybe you two can catch up sometime! Were you close? She talks about how much she loved working there all the time!” Charlie’s words did little to fill the gaps. He had no idea why you were here, what you had told her - his eyes met yours finally, begging for the answer. What did you tell her?

Charlie’s one-sided conversation became a ringing in your ears, as she finally released you. You were only brought back by a hand placed delicately on the small of your back. In the back of your mind, you hoped it was Lucifer’s. That made you wince. Finally looking at its source you met Alastor’s eyes. He did say he would keep you company if you decided to come to the lobby. A sudden question popped into your head. Did Lucifer ever apologize? With Alastor's support, a surge of confidence gave you the strength to respond.

“We weren't that close, Charlie. I mean, we could catch up. If he wants to that is.” You leaned into Alastor's touch as you spoke, another decision you'll question later. In that moment, you wanted to treat him like shit. You wanted him to feel the way you did when you were sent away without a fight.

He seemed to shrink in place, his eye twitching when he let his gaze roam from your body up to Alastor’s, which was connected so sweetly by a gentle hold.

“Yeeaah! MAybe - “ His voice cracked, “ Welp! If you’re here - I know where to find you, I’ll uh.. Keep in touch..?” He did his best to send charlie a nervous smile, who was giving an enthusiastic thumbs up to him from behind you.

“Weren't you just leaving, Your Highness?” Alastor’s voice went crackly as he spoke, his hand snaking completely around your waist. He gave a nervous goodbye, before vanishing in a red smoke. Something strange happened just then. Before he left - he looked scared. But you still felt good doing what you did.

You blinked your eyes as if you had just been broken out of a trance. Looking around the silent room, you met Alastor’s eyes again, before quickly pulling yourself away from his grasp.

“I-I guess you did what you promised.. so.. Thank you?” letting out an awkward chuckle, you made your way back up the stairs. What came over you? Did you really want him to suffer? You had a chance to try and repair things, to ask why he did what he did. There's no way he'd try to reach out now. Right?

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Echoes of regret, melodies of longing

Pairings: Noah Sebastian x reader Warnings: none Notes: I have not proof-read this, so bare with me if there are errors or storylines that aren't 100% storylining lol Summery: In this tale of heartbreak and second chances, Noah ends his relationship with you to pursue his long lost love, Holly. But when he encounters you again, old feelings resurface, forcing him to confront the consequences of his choice.

Noah's heart felt heavy as he stood outside venue, watching you disappear into the crowd with another man by your side. It had been months since he had broken your heart, yet the pain of his decision still lingered, gnawing at him with each passing day.

He tried to bury himself in his work, pouring his energy into his music and his relationship with Holly, the girl he thought he actually loved and belonged to. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake off the memories of you once he saw you again—the way you smiled, the sound of your laughter, the warmth of your touch. As he walked back inside the backstage area, his eyes scanned the room, searching for his girlfriend. He found her at the bar, chatting with a some of your friends. She looked beautiful, her hair shining under the dim lights, but Noah couldn't find it in himself to feel happy. Instead, a wave of jealousy washed over him as he thought of you, laughing and enjoying yourself with someone else during his show. He couldn't understand why seeing you with another man affected him so deeply, why he couldn't just move on and forget about you since he was the one that made the decision to leave you "Hey, babe" Holly greeted him with a smile as he approached her. "Are you okay? You look a little distracted. Noah forced a smile, trying to push aside his tumultuous thoughts. "Yeah, I'm fine" he replied, wrapping an arm around her waist. "Just thinking about the show tonight. I want it to be perfect” His girlfriend nodded understandingly, but Noah could tell that she sensed something was off. He hated himself for lying to her, for pretending that everything was okay when it clearly wasn't. As the night wore on, Noah found himself unable to shake off the feeling of unease that had settled over him. He tried to focus on the music, on the cheers of the crowd, but his mind kept drifting back to you—to the way you had looked when you walked away from him, to the way you had smiled at that damn guy by your side. And amidst the whirlwind of emotions, it was show time. Noah noticed you the second he came on stage, seated in the friends and family section. You were beautifully engrossed in the performance, but with absolutely no acknowledgment towards him. Noah understood though. It was clear you were here for your best friend, Folio, not him. He sighed inwardly, realizing the weight of his actions, knowing that he had lost someone truly special. As the night concluded, Noah left with Holly, but a part of him remained with you, lingering in the shadows of what could have been while you left with the other guy.

—

Several months had passed since Noah had last seen you, but the memory of that night still haunted him. He had tried to push you out of his mind, but suddenly you were always there, lurking in the shadows of his thoughts. It was a warm summer evening when Noah received an invitation from Jolly, inviting him to a gig at a local bar. Despite his initial hesitation, Noah decided to go, hoping that it would provide a welcome distraction from his troubled mind. As he walked into the bar, Noah felt a sense of déjà vu wash over him. The dimly lit room was filled with the sound of laughter and music, and for a moment, he allowed himself to forget about his troubles and lose himself in the moment. But as he made his way through the crowd, Noah's heart skipped a beat when he saw you standing by the bar, chatting with Jolly and, sigh, this fucking other dude again. You looked radiant, your smile lighting up the room while the man beside you looked absolutely fucking boring, and Noah felt a surge of jealousy wash over him. He tried to ignore you, to focus on the music, but his eyes kept drifting back to you, unable to tear himself away. He watched as you laughed and joked with your friends, with his friends, feeling a pang of regret deep within his chest. "Why don't you go talk to her?" Nicholas suddenly asked, interrupting his thoughts. Noah shook his head, his jaw clenching with frustration. "I don't want to” he muttered, turning away from you and taking a sip of his drink.

Nicholas frowned, sensing the tension in the air but left it at that. Thank god.

As the night wore on, Noah found himself unable to concentrate on the music, his mind consumed by thoughts of you. He watched as you mingled with some of the guys, your laughter ringing out like a knife to his heart. The memory of the previous encounter, when you made no move whatsoever to even acknowledge him, pierced through his thoughts, deepening the ache in his chest. It was that silent rejection that hurt him the most, a stark reminder of the distance between you now.

But then you suddenly caught his eye, Noah felt a surge of emotion wash over him. He wanted nothing more than to take you in his arms and tell you how sorry he was for everything he had done, but he knew that it was too late now.

Instead, he turned away, his heart heavy with regret. He knew that he had lost you forever, he couldn't help but wonder if he would ever find a way to make things right.

But just as he was lost in his thoughts, you appeared beside him, your expression unreadable. Noah's heart skipped a beat, and he swallowed hard, unsure of what to say. “Hi there” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. Noah was caught off guard, his throat tight with emotion. “Hey” he replied, his voice barely audible over the sound of the music. For a moment, neither of you said anything, the tension between you palpable. Noah could feel the weight of your gaze on him, and he knew that he couldn't keep up the façade any longer. "I'm sorry" he blurted out, the words tumbling from his lips before he could stop them. "I'm sorry for everything I put you through, for hurting you the way I did. I never meant for any of it to happen, and I wish more than anything that I could take it all back." You looked at him, your expression unreadable. "I know" you said softly. "But it's too late now. I've moved on, Noah, and I'm happy." "I have a boyfriend now," you continued, your voice steady. "And he treats me the way I deserve to be treated. I'm sorry, Noah, but you had your chance, and you blew it." Noah felt as though he had been punched in the gut. He knew that he had no right to be sad, that he had brought this upon himself, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of bitterness at the thought of you with someone else.

He forced himself to swallow his pride, to accept the truth of your words. "I understand" he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I just...I wish things could have been different, that I could have been the one to make you happy."

You looked at him, your eyes softening with sympathy. “Sometimes, things just aren't meant to be” you whispered, reaching out to touch his arm. And with that, you walked away. He knew it was too late now. You had moved on, and he had no right to intrude upon your happiness.

As he walked home alone later that, Noah couldn't shake off the feeling of emptiness that had settled over him. He had thought that Holly was the one for him, the one that got away and that he had a chance to make it work, but now he realized that he had only been fooling himself.

He knew he had to face the truth—that he still loved you, and that no amount of time or distance could ever change that. And as he lay in bed that night, staring up at the ceiling, with Holly beside him, but thinking about you.

— 

A year had passed since that fateful night at the bar, and both Noah and you had experienced your fair share of ups and downs. Noah's relationship with his girlfriend had ended not long after the encounter at the bar, and you had recently broken up with your boyfriend thanks to Noah, but you would never admit that. 

It was a warm summer afternoon when you found yourself standing outside the wedding venue, nerves fluttering in your stomach as you waited for Folio’s wedding to begin. You had been dreading this day ever since you received the invitation, knowing that it would mean coming face to face with Noah once again. 

Despite your best efforts to move on, all the feelings came rushing back after that last encounter. You couldn't get him out of your head, his presence lingering in your thoughts like an unwelcome guest. And now, as you stood outside the venue, the memories of your time together flooded back with a bittersweet intensity. You remembered the way he used to look at you, with such warmth and affection, and how his touch could send shivers down your spine. But alongside those memories were the painful reminders of how it all fell apart, the heartbreak and betrayal still fresh in your mind.

But no matter what happened, you knew one thing for certain: seeing Noah again would reopen old wounds once again and stir up emotions you had tried so hard to bury. And as much as you wanted to move on, a part of you couldn't help but hope that maybe, just maybe, there was still something left? Such a fool.

As you stepped inside the venue, your heart skipped a beat when you saw him standing at the altar, his eyes fixed on Folio as he waited for his bride to walk down the aisle. He looked strikingly handsome, his hair neatly styled and his suit fitting him perfectly, he looked so damn fine. A rush of emotions surged through you at the mere sight of him, igniting an explosion in your stomach. 

As the ceremony began, you tried to focus on the words being spoken, but your mind kept drifting back to Noah. You couldn't shake off the memories of your time together, of the love you had shared and the pain you had endured.

When the ceremony finally came to an end, you found yourself standing outside the venue, tears streaming down your cheeks as you watched Folio and his new wife walk down the steps hand in hand. It was a beautiful moment, but it only served to remind you of everything that you had lost.

Just as you were about to turn and leave for the toilet, you felt a hand on your shoulder, and you turned to see Noah standing beside you, his eyes filled with concern.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded, unable to speak as a lump formed in your throat. You wanted to tell him everything, to pour out your heart and soul and let him know how much he had hurt you, but you knew that it wouldn't change anything.

Instead, you forced yourself to smile, to pretend that everything was okay when deep down, you knew that it wasn't.

"Yeah, I'm fine" you replied, your voice barely audible over the sound of the crowd. "Just...just happy for Nick.”

Noah looked at you, his eyes searching yours for any sign of the pain that lay beneath the surface. For a moment, neither of you said anything, the tension between you palpable.

And then, without warning, Noah reached out and pulled you into his arms, holding you tight against his chest. You wanted to push him away, to tell him to leave you alone, but you couldn't bring yourself to do it.

Instead, you buried your face in his shoulder and let yourself cry, letting all of the pent-up emotions that had been building inside you for years come pouring out.

But just as you were about to speak, Noah pulled away, his expression saddened.

"I'm sorry" he said softly, his voice barely audible over the sound of the crowd. "I'm sorry for everything I put you through, for hurting you the way I did. I never meant for any of it to happen, and I wish more than anything that I could take it all back."

You knew that Noah was hurting too, that he was struggling to come to terms with everything that had happened between you two.

And as you stood there in the fading light of the afternoon, surrounded by the sound of laughter and music, you couldn't help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, there was still hope for the two of you after all.

—

After the wedding ceremony, tensions continued to simmer between you and Noah. As the reception began, you found yourselves drawn into each other's orbit despite your best efforts to keep your distance.

The atmosphere was electric with the energy of the celebration, but beneath the surface, there was an undeniable tension that hung heavy in the air. Every glance, every touch, was laden with unspoken words and unresolved emotions.

As the night wore on, you found yourselves drifting further and further apart from the rest of the guests, drawn together by an invisible force that neither of you could resist.

And then, just as the music reached its crescendo, Noah found himself standing before you, his eyes burning with intensity as he reached out to touch your arm.

"We need to talk," he said, his voice low and urgent.

As you walked, you felt a sense of unease settle over you, knowing that whatever was about to happen would change everything between you. And then, without warning, Noah stopped in his tracks, turning to face you with a look of determination in his eyes.

"I need to tell you something," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Something that I should have said a long time ago."

You felt a knot form in your stomach at his words, knowing that whatever he was about to say would shatter the fragile peace that had been building between you.

And then, before you could stop him, Noah began to speak, his words tumbling out in a rush as he confessed everything.

As you listened, a wave of emotion washed over you, threatening to drown you in its intensity. Beneath it all, there was a sense of sadness—a longing for the love that had been lost.

Before you could respond, Noah closed the distance between you, enveloping you in an embrace that ignited a tumultuous mix of longing and uncertainty. His lips met yours in a fervent kiss, a collision of emotions and desire.

At first, you resisted, pushing him away with all of your strength. But as his lips continued to move against yours, you felt yourself begin to give in, the heat of the moment consuming you in its intensity.

As abruptly as it had begun, the kiss ended, leaving you standing in stunned silence as Noah withdrew, regret flickering in his gaze.

"Fuck, I'm sorry" he said softly, his voice barely audible over the sound of the music. "I shouldn't have done that. I know that it was wrong, but I couldn't stop myself."

“You say you’re sorry an awful lot” you replied dryly.

And then, just as Noah were about to respond, you reached out and pulled him by his collar, closer to you, your lips crashing down on his in a desperate kiss.

As the echoes of your shared kiss lingered in the air, a tender silence enveloped you, punctuated only by the soft cadence of your breaths.

With a gentle smile, you reached up to caress Noah's cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips. "After all these years," he whispered, his voice barely above a murmur, "I still can't get you out of my head."

My eyes softened at his words, a flicker of hope igniting within them. "Me neither," I confessed, my voice filled with sincerity. "I've tried, but you've always been a part of me, no matter how hard I've tried to forget, no matter the mistakes and stupid decisions I’ve made” he said.

In that moment, amidst the whispers of the night and the lingering traces of your shared history, a sense of peace washed over you. Despite the trials and tribulations you had faced, you knew that your connection was undeniable, an unbreakable bond that had withstood the test of time.

As you stood there, lost in each other's gaze, you knew that your journey was far from over. But for now, in the quiet embrace of the night, you found solace in the knowledge that you were together once more, ready to face whatever the future held, hand in hand.

#noah sebastian #nick folio #nicholas ruffilo #jolly karlsson #bad omens #angst #fluff #bad omens fic #bad omens fan fic #fan fic #fan fiction #noahsebastian

[elliezlils11utt]

Bad idea - girl in red. (E.W)

content: You cant get your on & off ex, Ellie Williams, out of your head. So you decide to call her over.

song link: https://open.spotify.com/track/57j65yC2HggQfmYNc6rdOK?si=2416f86b42e84be8

warnings: nsfw, hate sex, angst, smut, mean!ellie, degration, reader is a hot shit mess. (me!) if i missed anything lemme know!

a/n: Im still sick asf and my phone is broken so ive kinda just been writing the past few days. this is not my best work, like at all. (its so bad) but the storyline is kinda interesting. (based on "bad idea"- girl in red)

proofread?: none of my work is ever proofread lmao.

You and Ellie had been broken up for a couple months now. But of course you had not been able to get her slick ass smile out of your head. She plagued your thoughts, being the only thing you could think of. She was the worst partner you could ever have. But, god was she ethereal. 

So when you sat at the edge of your bed with her image glued to the inside of your eyelids you picked up your phone. Was this a bad idea? Probably. Did you care? Nope. You sat there staring at the past messages. The fights, then the make up texts. Then more fucking fights. 

You squeezed your eyes shut. Contemplating the mistake you were about to make. Its like she was a fucking drug you were addicted too. You couldn't get enough of her, even If you tried. Which you really did this time. Really hard. This had been the longest you and Ellie had stayed apart. Ever. You always somehow ended up back with her. Ignoring the pleas of your family and friends to dump her ass for good this time. It was a bad idea, to think you could stop. Because now here you were, your phone up to your ear with Ellie on the other line. 

“Hey, ellie?” You stumble over your words. 

“Hey.” Fuck. fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Her voice.  

“Uh- um. What are you doing right now?” 

“Nothing.”

“Wanna come over? Like, for a smoke.” bad idea, bad idea, bad idea. 

What you can only assume is an amused chuckle muffles the phone line. “Sure.” 

“Kay, cool! Uh, see you soon?”

“Mhm.” 

The line ends abruptly. Oh fuck. Ellies coming over. Again. Fuck why did you do that? Your totally fucked now. You spend the following minutes pacing around your house. One little horny butt dial can turn into a series of bad decisions. You knew this. Yet Ellie is sitting across from u on your coach. Blunt in mouth, eyes on u. 

“You know, ive missed us.” she admits while passing the weed to you. You take a drag of the blunt, ignoring her blatant attempt to ‘win you back’ (it was working)

“Why did you call me over..?” 

“You want the truth?”

She just stares back at you with those droopy red eyes of hers. Those gorgeous fucking eyes that got you into this mess in the first place. 

“Im horny. and i missed you.” Smoking always makes the whole truth come out of you. Even if you didn't want it to. 

“Yeah?” There it is. That cocky lopsided smirk. 

“Yeah.” Blowing the smoke out of your mouth you lean closer to her. And she does the same. The tension makes the air thick and foggy. A competition to see who will break first. (that she always wins) and surly this time was no different. You close the gap between you two. Pressing your lips onto hers. She cups your face with her hands, desperately pulling you farther into her. She put her hands under your shirt. Undid your bra and said these words. “Darlin you're so pretty it hurts” breaking the kiss she pulls your shirt over your head. And threw your clothes down on the floor. Your brain goes numb. Allowing Ellie to take complete control. All you can think about is her lips on yours. Too busy thinking about the wet kisses trailing down your neck to worry about the consequence to this pleasure. 

She said “darling are you ready for more?” Her hands found your tits rubbing the fatty flesh in her hands while she kissed your collarbones. Her lips pecked kisses down your body. Her tattooed hand slipped down and into your painties, feeling your heat. her finger explored your slippery folds. You throw your head back while whimpers leave your mouth. She plunges a finger into your sopping cunt. “F- Fuck els” 

 “Yeah? You like that pretty girl? You missed my fingers, yeah?” 

You just nod repeatedly. Another finger finds its way into your cunt. Her digits curl into you relentlessly. 

“Words baby.” 

“Fuck els. Yes. y- yes.” You moan 

“Fucking slut.” she chuckles before returning her mouth onto your tit. Her tongue swirling around your pebbled bud and her fingers pumping in and out of your pussy makes your back arch. But you can't help but be pissed at yourself for letting her bring you this pleasure after the pain she caused you. This is wrong. You shouldn't be doing this.  “Fuck, fuck, fuck, ellie. Ellie stop.” you push her head away.

“What's wrong? I thought you wanted this.” 

“I do, I mean. At least I thought I did.” You quickly throw your shirt back on.

“I don't get it?”

“It was a bad idea, calling you up. I shouldn't have said anything. We are bad together ellie. I fucked up.” guilt rushes over you. You shouldn't have said anything. And that was the truth. You told yourself that you would never get back with Ellie again. Ever. You told yourself that you would never let ellie fuck you again. You told yourself that you wouldn't let Ellie get in your head again. “I need to be alone. Just, go? Please.” 

“Yeah alright. Call me when u wanna finish this, kay? Cause u always do” She says bluntly before rolling her eyes and leaving. A tear breaks free from your glossy eyes. Thats fucking problem. She thinks that you will call her again. Because ‘you always do.’ And she's not wrong. You always end up calling her again, Whenever u get lonely, or horny, or miss her. Who the fuck would miss Ellie, fucking, Williams? You. You miss her. Because you can't get enough. 

a/n: I apologize for this. :D

#tlou2 #tlou fanfiction #tlou #ellie tlou #bad idea #girl in red #ellie williams #ellie x fem reader #ellie x reader #the last of us 2

[bellaireland1981]

Starting Over | 6

Summary: You come home to work to find your husband of three years in bed with your supposed best friend. It’s the wake up call you finally needed to take your two year old daughter and get the hell out of Texas. With nowhere to go you head to your big brother in San Diego. The sagger squad takes you under their wings, and shows you what having a family means. You get a fresh start… will you find your happily ever after?

Characters: Jake “hangman” Seresin x Sister! Reader, Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Seresin! Reader (Eventually), Hangman x Phoenix (eventually) , Adorable OC Gracie!   The Dagger squad

Word Count: 3041 - shorter chapter but didn’t wanna leave y’all hanging!

Warnings: Angst, fighting, cheating husband, emotional abuse, eventual fluff, smut in later chapters, Sweet uncle Jake, Adorable Rooster with a toddler… if I miss any please let me know.

A/N: I don’t own the characters or storyline for Top Gun Maverick. All OC’s are mine. I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION FOR ANYONE TO COPY OR REPOST MY WORK TO ANY OTHER PLATFORM! DON’T STEAL! Reblogs, likes and comments ALWAYS welcomed. THANK YOU @waywardodysseys​ and  @beyondthesefourwalls​ as always for reading over my work and helping me flush out ideas!!

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Jake came flying out of the house, Nat hot on his heels. They both ran down to where Bradley was already positioning himself in between you and Trent, who had decided to get brave and get out of the car.

“Tulip, go inside with Phoenix and call the police.” Jake said, “The bastard isn’t getting past us.”

You were shaking as Bradley helped you out of the Bronco, Nat close by to get you into the house.

“It’s ok, Baby.” Bradley said, kissing your forehead, “Nothing is going to happen, go with Nix.”

“Well isn’t this a cozy little scene.” Trent drawled, coming towards the group. Bradley and Jake immediately shifted to block his path to you. “You get all high and mighty about me hooking up with Steph, and here you are running off to whore yourself out leaving big brother to take care of the brat.”

Bradley lunged towards Trent ready to tear him apart, but Jake held him back, needing to keep Trent from getting close to you.

“Shut your fucking mouth you worthless piece of shit.” Jake said, “Y/N, go inside with Nix.”

You let Phoenix guide you inside, keeping your eyes locked on the ground, focusing on getting inside and to your daughter.

Once you were safely inside Jake and Bradley turned their full attention on Trent.

“I came here to collect what’s mine.” Trent said, bowing up against the two men. “I’ve had enough of that bitch sister of yours and her tantrum. She’s my wife and will be comin’ home with me.”

“If you keep running your mouth and speaking disrespectually towards Y/N, I’ll be putting my fist through your face, you piece of shit.” Bradley said, “Then Jake will finish off what’s left of you. So I suggest you listen to what’s going to happen.”

“I don’t have to listen to anything you limp dick jet jockies have to say.” Trent spewed, “I’ve got a marriage license that says I can do whatever the fuck I want with that little Bitch.”

Without warning, Jake drew his fist back and sent it flying into Trent’s face, causing the man’s head to snap back with the impact. Blood instnatly started to flow from his nose that had obviously just been broken.

“Well, we did try to warn you.” Bradley said, shrugging  “Are you ready to listen now?”

“There’s a court order of protection that you are in violation of.” Jake said, getting right into Trent’s face, “You aren’t allowed within 500 feet of my sister or my niece. The police are on their way, so we’ve got a few minutes to set you straight on some things. First of all, when your sorry ass gets released from jail, where you are 100% going tonight, you are going to take your ass back to Texas. You’re going to contact your lawyer and tell him you agree to whatever terms Y/N has in the divorce papers and you’re going to fucking sign them. In addition to giving her what she wants in the divorce, you’re going to sign off any parental rights you have to Gracie. You are going to forget you ever met my sister, married her and had a baby with her. You get zero rights to my niece. Are we clear?”

“And what if I don’t?” Trent had the bad sense to ask. “I’ve got access to money and can afford to keep this going in court indefinitly. Y/N is just poor trash from the wrong side of the tracks. Alcoholic abusive father and a useless mother… nobody’s gonna help her out.”

“That’s where you’re wrong.” Bradley said, “She’s got a lot of people behind her. She has unlimited resources and a stronger force backing her. Most importantly, if you don’t agree to the terms that Jake laid out, we will absolutely use the remaining time we have before the police get here to…convince you that our terms are your best option.”

“I’ll have you arrested for assult.” Trent said, fear now creeping into this voice. “I’ll sue you both and go after your fucking careers.”

“You can try.” Jake said, “But we’ve got connections pretty high up on the chain of command that take exception to pond scum dickless assholes that terrorize women and children. And the ‘assult’ you incurred tonight? I’d say that’s just self-defense, wouldn’t you Rooster?”

“Oh, definitely, Hangman.” He replied, “I saw him go after Y/N then you. You were defending yourself and your sister. I’d say he’s a direct threat to Gracie too.”

“Tick-Toc, Asshole.” Jake said, “It’s decision time. What’s it gonna be?”

Trent lunged at Jake, swinging and missing. Bradley grabbed him from behind, yanking his arms and pulling them up and behind his back at a painful angle. He yelped in pain, but still struggled against him.

Jake took the opportunity to drive a solid, strong punch into the man’s middle, knocking the air completely from his lungs and causing him to drop. Bradley used the forward momentum to faceplant him into the ground, keeping his arms secured behind his back and kneeled down to place a knee in his back, effectively subduing him.

“Not a wise choice, Trent.” Jake said, “Have a change of heart yet?”

“Fuck you” he weezed.

“From what I’ve heard from Tulip you don’t have the equipment to do any fucking…” Jake laughed, humorlessly.

Phoenix stepped out onto the front porch taking in the scene and making sure they don’t need backup.

“Police should be here shortly.” She called down, “Mav and the squad are also enroute.”

“Oh, did you hear that you spineless piece of shit?” Bradley asked, “The calvery is on their way. Who do you think will make it here first, Jake?”

“My money’s on our squad.” he replied, “Family always steps up when you need them.”

“I agree.” Bradley said, “They’ll be coming in hot and ready to neutralize any threat.”

“Are you a threat, Trent?” Jake asked.

“I’ll sign the fucking papers.” He said, “The bitch isn’t worth the fucking effort. Neither is the little bastard girl.”

Bradley “accidently” slipped, his weight digging into Trent’s back, causing him to cry out in pain, his arm now essentially being wrenched out of socket by the pressure and unnatural angle it was being held in.

“Oops, my bad.” He said, “Foot slipped.”

Jake laughed, “Careful, Rooster. I’d hate for this man to accidently end up with any more broken bones. It would be such a shame.”

“As much fun as you two are having down there.” Phoenix said, “Y/N could use one of you inside and Gracie woke up.”

“Shit.” Bradley said, “Go on, Man. I’ve got him.”

“It’s probably better if it’s you, Rooster.” He said, “I’ll talk to the cops when they get here.”

“Are you sure?” He asked, not wanting to get in the way, knowing how protective Jake was of his sister, but also dying to get in there to hold you.

“Go.” Jake replied, smiling when he saw how antsy Bradley was to get to you. “I’ve got it. I hear sirens anyway and I’m sure the Mav and the others will be here soon. Phoenix, can you make sure Gracie is ok?”

“Absolutely.” She replied, turning to go back into the house. Bradley thanked Jake and bounded up the walk, taking the steps two at a time.

Inside, Phoenix let him know you and Gracie were in your room. She followed him in to collect Gracie and give you a chance to calm down with Bradley.

“Sweetheart, it’s just me.” Bradley said knocking before opening the door and entering the room. The sight of you curled up on the bed, clinging to Gracie shattered him. He hated seeing you so broken. It made him want to go back outside and beat the piece of shit all over again. He quickly made his way over to you.

Gracie lifted her sleepy eyes to Bradley when he got to the side of the bed. “Woosta, Mommy sad.” she whispered.

“Yes she is, Princess.” He replied softly, “But you’re doing such a good job making her feel better.”

“Gracie, do you want to come cuddle with me and watch Beauty and the Beast?” Phoenix asked, “Or Moana?”

“Moana, pwease.” She replied.

“Sweetheart, Nix is going to get Gracie settled again, ok?” Bradley said, gently sitting down on the side of the bed, his hand coming up to rest on your leg. The contact of his warm hand against your skin pulled you back to the present. Blinking, and processing his words you nodded.

Kissing Gracie’s head, she whispered, “Mommy loves you Gracie Girl.”

“Wuv you too Mommy” She replied before Phoenix picked her up and offered a soft, sympathetic smile before taking her out of the room.

“Is he gone?” You asked, once they’d left the room.

“Not yet.” Bradley said, “Jake has him on the ground though waiting on the police. Nix called Mav and the rest of the squad so they’re probably close now too.”

“I’m so sorry, Bradley.” You whispered, emotions bubbling up and choking you.

“Baby, there is absolutely nothing for you to be sorry for.” He said firmly, moving closer to you and pulling you up into a seated position. He kicked his shoes off and moved onto the bed so he was once more seated behind you, your back resting against his chest. Your head laid against his shoulder and he ducked his head so his cheek was resting against yours. “It’ll be over soon, Sweetheart. I promise. Jake and I convinced him signing the papers…including forfeiting his parental rights…was in his best interest.”

“I don’t want you and Jakey to get in trouble.” You said, “Your careers…”

“Nothing will happen to our careers, Sweetheart.” He assured you, “But even if he did try to press charges against us, or file complaints with the Navy, neither Jake or I would let him get his hands on you or Gracie.”

“Thank you.” You said quietly. “I don’t know what I’d have done without you out there.”

“You’re so strong, Y/N.” He said confidently, “You’d have stood up to him and put him in his place. I just couldn’t bare to stand by and watch him get close to you.”

You turned in his embrace enough to be able to pull his head down lower, your lips landing softly on his. You needed the contact to ground you. It wasn’t a heated or rushed kiss, rather, it was slow and tender, the reassurance you both needed that the other was in fact there and OK.

A soft knock on the door, followed by Jake peeking his head in.

“Tulip, I hate to have to do this, but the police need your statement and a copy of the protection order.” He said, “They’re in the living room, so you won’t have to see him.”

“Ok.” You said, your voice shaky, “Are you OK Jakey?”

“I’m fine, Tulip” He assured you, a smile on his face, “You Ok?”

“I will be.” You said, getting up from the bed and moving towards Jake, “Thank you Bubs.”

“Just doin’ my job, Tulip.” He replied, smiling as he pulled you into a hug. “No way I’m letting anyone mess with my baby sister.”

Bradley got up and walked over to where you were both standing. “Did Mav and the others get here?”

“Yeah, they’re waiting outside until the police leave.” He replied, looking at you “They wanna see you for themselves and make sure you’re ok.”

Bradley put his arm around your waist, “Whenever you’re ready Sweetheart.”

You took a deep breath before walking out to the living room where the officers were waiting.

You grabbed the order of protection papers Lauren had given you and showed them to the officers when they asked to see it. You answered all of their questions before they left, letting you know someone would be in touch when he was released, and reminded you to call your lawyer to inform her of the events.

After thanking the officers they left the house, Mav and the rest of the Dagger squad filed in immediately after.

“Hey, Sweetheart,” Mav said, pulling you into a hug, “Are you ok? Is Gracie OK?”

“We’re both Ok” You assured him, hugging him back. “Thank you for coming.”

“Of course!” He said, “Wish I would have gotten here quicker. Would have liked a turn with that son of a bitch.”

“From the looks of it, Hangman and Rooster had it under control.” Payback said, “I’m glad you’re ok, Y/N.”

“Thank you.” you replied, “It means a lot that you all came running.”

“You’re family, Y/N.” Coyote reminded you, “Nobody messes with our family.”

“It’s a family I’m more than happy to be a part of.” You said smiling at everyone.

“Is our Gracie girl sleeping?” Bob asked.

“She’s in her room with Phoenix.” You said, “She was trying to get her back to sleep. I should go check on her.”

“I’ve got it.” Jake said, “Relax a bit, Tulip. You’ve had a rough night.”

“The night was great until the last hour.” You replied smiling, looking up at Bradley, who hadn’t left your side.

“Well I’m glad to hear THAT.” Jake replied, turning to go to Gracie’s room.

“We all just wanted to check on you, Y/N.” Mav said, “We’ll get out of your hair so you can get some rest. Call us if you need anything?”

“I will.” You promised, “Thank you again, so much.”

“No thanks needed.” He smiled, “Take care of her, Rooster.”

“I will, Mav.” He replied, smiling.

They all hugged you before heading out, leaving you alone in the living room with Bradley.

“Come here, Sweetheart.” He said, pulling you into him, wrapping his arms around you, his forehead resting against your own.  Your arms wrapped around his waist, hands pressing against his back.  The two of you stood wrapped in each other’s arms, breathing slowly and processing everything that happened.

“Well that was one hell of a way to end a first date.” You said, attempting to lighten the moment. Bradley chucked, pulling his head back in order to look at you.

“It was definitely memorable.” He smirked, “But let’s focus on the good parts of the date… like… this.” He leaned forward connecting his lips to yours in another slow, tender kiss. Once again, neither of you in a hurry, just taking comfort in the other.

“I think that’s a great idea.” You replied when you’d pulled apart.

“Gracie is out.” Jake said, coming into the living room with Phoenix.

“Good. Thank you both so much.” You said, “For watching her tonight and for making sure she was safe.”

“Of course.” Phoenix said, coming over to hug you. “Are you Ok?”

“Yeah.” You replied, calmer now, “I’m OK. I’m going to call my lawyer in the morning to let her know. I’m just worried now what will happen when he’s released.”

“As soon as we know when that will be, we can make plans to make sure you’re not alone.” Jake said, “He’s not getting a second chance to get close.”

“I’ll knock him the fuck out permanently before I let him get near you, Sweetheart.” Bradley added, “We gave him plenty of warnings this time. We won’t give him that courtesy next time.”

“For now, it’s late and it’s been a lot tonight. You need to try to get some rest.” Jake said. “We all should, Gracie will be up early.”

“Will you stay?” You asked Bradley, “If you want…”

“Wasn’t planning on going anywhere, Sweetheart.” He replied, “Let’s go get some sleep.”

“Goodnight, Jakey” You said, hugging your brother, then turned to hug Phoenix, “Goodnight, Nat.”

“Goodnight.” They replied.

As you and Bradley walked back to your room, you heard your brother ask Phoenix to stay. You hoped it meant they’d had a chance to talk before everything went sideways.

Once in your room and the door was closed, Bradley pulled you into his arms again, just needing to hold you for his own well being. After a while you pulled back, looking up to smile softly at him.

“Thank you for staying.” You whispered. “I feel safe with you.”

“Baby, I need to be here with you, holding you, just as much for me as for you” He admitted, “I wouldn’t have been able to sleep anyway without having you next to me.”

“I didn’t see our first date ending like this, but… despite the reasons behind it…I’m not sad about it.” You replied.

“I could have done without seeing you so upset because that about broke me,” He replied, “But getting to spend the night with you is a big bonus.”

After changing out of your dress into a tank top and sleep shorts, you climbed into bed, scooting over to leave room for Bradley. He came back in from the bathroom, his shirt open to reveal his undershirt.

“Bradley, you're not going to be comfortable sleeping in that.” You teased him.

“I didn’t know if you’d be comfortable.” He said.

“Get comfy, Bradley” You smiled, “And please get in bed.”

Smirking, he playfully did his victory wiggle dance you’d seen him do when playing yard games on dinner nights. You laughed as he shrugged out of the button up shirt, pulling the undershirt over his head. He paused, looking at you for confirmation before he reached for the button on his pants, sliding them down until they were on the floor, leaving him in only his boxers. He stepped away from his clothes and got into the bed, facing you. You scooted over closer to him and he immediately pulled you in close, tucking you into his arms.  You released a deep sigh, all of the tension leaving your body. You wrapped your arm around his waist, and felt the tension leave his body as well.

“Goodnight, Sweetheart.” He said, kissing your forehead.

“Goodnight, Bradley,” You replied, tipping your head up and leaning in to kiss him softly.  

The two of you drifted off into a content and deep sleep. It was probably the best you’d slept in a very long time.

A/N-- Protective Bradley and Big Bro Jake! Whole DAGGER team in force! How are we feeling???

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[hood-simz]

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The name is Piqt and this blog is 18+. My playstyle features the lifestyles that stray away from the typical "happy-nucleur-family-in-windenberg" type stuff and instead sheds light onto the other side of the pond. I'm on Windows, play with almost every pack due to a beautiful thing called ✨piracy✨, been in the game since the month it released (in case you need to reach out to someone seasoned for troubleshooting), and am currently using 5+ GB of cc/scripts.

WCIF friendly and I hope I can actually help you in that regard through my shitmix of a folder!

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[tiny012]

Watching R for the millionth time on Pluto ( I swear this is the ONLY season I sit and watch every single time besides classic).

Just got done watching the episode with Ami suppose to went to Germany and I'm just.

Ok Just here me out.

This is the third episode into the main R storyline and Chibiusa being there.

This is first full episode of the break up arc.

So that means Usagi is dealing with the fall out getting her heart broken after just finally getting with Mamo, this kid comes from the sky trying to shoot her with a gun, claiming she's her cousin, takes over family, and a brand new enemy hunting this kid.

To add salt to wound, Ami is all of sudden got accepted to a school in Germany which Usagi as leader supposed to just accept and roll it so she wouldn't be seen as selfish.

Which Luna bitch ass threw the fact that Usagi wanted to be a normal teenager so let Ami be one.

(You can see the whole thing here. )

Since the other three and Luna just accept it even tho their team will down a person at the worst damn time. When they just got a brand new enemy they knew jack shit about and they supposed to protecting this kid that is not telling them shit.

Let me ask this?

Did anyone didn't see this sus and think this was a plot to spilt the team up??

I mean come the fuck on yall!!

Someone should be sus but nope!

They just rolled with it but wanted to get mad at Usagi for voicing her concern..

Oh I'm still reading the manga. I just took a mini break because Black Moon Arc is something serious. I wish they didn't rush this damn woman because BMC could honestly been doubled it's size. Half of those chapters could have been sliced in half in which if she would have done that it wouldn't felt rush. Especially dealing with the senshi and the A sisters could just gotten a little more screen time. She's jamming in plot dealing with Chibiusa and the Black Moon, Usagi and Chibiusa conflict, character development for a senshi , introducing an A sister, kidnapping a senshi then killing a A sister in like 20-50 pages. Which this happens for the first half of the Black Moon Arc before you introduced Crystal Tokyo fully.

The Dark Kingdom arc to me as a stand alone was solid until towards the end which I think she probably had to make some changes because it supposed to be only one arc before Toei wanted another arc. It flowed better because even tho each Shittenou still died we still had like at lease 3 acts with them. Naoko didn't have to jam pack so much into one act/character like she doing with Black Moon Arc.

I wish Osa- P would have told her to slice them more to give her just a little more time. She had to pack so much into one chapter that honestly the senshi character development did get lost in the shuffle along with the A sister. But hell she did the best she could because you can really tell that BMC was on the damn fly.

When I say Naoko did Black Moon Arc on the Fly but did well as she could with it this what I mean.

Osa-p pretty much told her that she have to give Usagi a kid.

She does that by giving one of the most complex and misunderstood characters in Sailor Moon.

Because Chibiusa and her trauma?

A vast majority of this fandom still doesn't understand this child, the shit she went through and the damn development she goes through.

They don't get it and they let a sexist , misogynistic as hell theory that is not rooted in scientific research at all, that's been debuked by the Psychology Community at large for centuries dictate their hate for this child.

Because they can't have a nuance take on it to understand the complexities of the situation but look at black and white.

#tanya rants about SM

[miss-shifter]

Meet me in my Adventure TimeDesired Reality

INTRODUCING MY FAVORITE DR

Name: Water Princess

My nicknames: WP by Finn and Jake

Backstory: I'm the princess of water. I live in a kingdom in the sea. I'm the sister of Princess Bubblegum, and I've been around for about a thousand years, but mentally and physically I am a teenager.

My family:

Princess Bubblegum: My sister <3

Naomi: Possibly my daughter? Maybe my mom? Perchance my sister? Who knows!?! Our storyline makes zero sense at all. Who is she: She's a creature that lives under the water. She's kind of the mother of mermaids. We have this weird thing going on where we don't know if I or her came first or if one of us made the other.

Neddy: The brother of P.B. and I.

People in my Desired Reality:

Marceline: My friend <3. We use to hang out back when her and P.B. used to date. She's also the one that got me and Marshall Lee together.

Marshall Lee: My boyfriend, but it's actually so complicated. In the hundreds of years we've dated we've broken up like four times and he's released several songs about me (good and bad) Finn: My boy!! Everyone knows he has a huge crush on me but if you mention it he'll actually tweak tf out. I'm his cool princess best friend and we get along so well.

Flame princess: Fuck you <333

Jake the dog: ANOTHER PERSON I LOVE! He’s my friend along with Finn. <333

Princess Bubblegum: My sister, she adopted me while building her family and we’ve been that close ever since. She’s the strict older sister to my rowdy younger sister.

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[epickiya722]

Hi, Kiya....I want to say thanks for all your metas, they're amazing (especially about Yuuji). So, I entered JJK fandom cause a friend who also loves to write metas about various fandoms. But they're kinda dislike Gojo, Getou and Yuuji. Said "Yuuji did not deserve to be the mc", "Gojo is just a pretty face overpowered character with bad personality", "Getou is weak like a disney villain, look how he was easily defeated by high schooler", etc..

When I found your blog and other blogs who loved Yuuji, Gojo and Getou, I was so happy & grateful. (I LOVE Yuuji and I also ship SatoSugu & love them) ....For this thing me and my friend agree to disagree (that I love those characters whom they dislike).

In your previous ask, my friend also agree with that theory (Yuuji will die), but I wish very much that is not gonna happen.....I think it's weird that there are some people who can dislike those three characters, especially Yuuji (yes, that includes my friend).

P.s

Can I ask, have you found other characther that remind you of Yuuji from other fandom that you also love?

It is so funny to me that your friend dislikes the very characters that I very much adore. Especially, Yuji. Like, I know Gojo and Geto have haters for reasons, but Yuji is like that type of character that shocks me when I find out people dislike him. (Yeah, I like StSg, too!)

I'm just like "Yuji? You sure? You don't like him?"

Like, one of my least favorite things haters will say about him is that he shouldn't be the MC and then will bring up Yuta or even Gojo should be and I immediately know they aren't used to having MCs who don't start off all overpowered, or cocky, or don't have a sad, sad backstory and then speed runs their training or whatever.

I promise you I was writing a whole rant post yesterday about how people will say Yuta or Gojo should be the MC but told myself "No, Kiya, don't do it. Calm your ass down."

I adore Yuta, I really do. But it's some, not all, some of his fans that get on my nerves sometimes. I adore Gojo, I do! But some of his fans agitate me as much as his haters do.

If either of them was the MC of the main storyline, the story would be completely different. With Yuji, we get to get to be put in his shoes to understand the world of Jujutsu, curses and whatnot. We get to see a kid that starts off with a positive attitude but yet still had a sense of the world not being so nice. Yuji isn't naive, but he's not completely pessimistic either.

It's not like he's arrogant or a douchebag. And people complain about "whiny" type protagonists (as if that hasn't been a trope for years), but Yuji isn't even that! Yuji is probably one of the most normal protagonists to grace the anime world and he's not even normal!!

(Especially... if you know his family...)

Okay, I could go on, but I won't. I just... oooh, I just don't understand Yuji slander. I don't.

My boy did not swallow a CURSED FINGER THAT LOOKS LIKE THAT AND BELONGS TO THE KING OF FUCKING CURSES to be slandered.

And with Gojo and Geto having haters... ooh, boy.

With Gojo, I feel like a lot of people don't like him because he's "broken" and not the MC. Maybe they just would feel better if he was both broken and the MC. Like some of other beloved anime MCs that people will still stay "HE'S THE GOAT FOR REAL".

Also, probably because he has a lot of fans that find him attractive and some people fell "threatened" by that. I don't know.

And OMG with Geto! "He got beaten by a high schooler". That high schooler had an immense amount of cursed energy and Rika, the Queen of Curses, on his side. ALSO, PLOT! IT WAS GOING TO HAPPEN?! HELLO?! IT SETS UP THE DEAL WITH KENJAKU?!

I'm gonna be honest... Geto probably wasn't even killing that many people or whatever. At best, he was killing those crappy rich dude types and other horrible people. Has a disdain for non-shamans? Ain't denying it. Going every single day killing tons and tons of people? Doubt.

If he was that big of a problem... HOW DID HE GO TEN YEARS BEING A CURSED USER?!

And don't say "he was in hiding". No, no, no. As many resources the Jujutsu sorcerers had? They had pictures of him! They knew what he was doing and where the hell he was. They could have been dealt with him if they wanted.

Onwards!

I actually do have another character in mind that reminds me of Yuji! Funny enough I made two posts on how he reminds me of my other two faves. Reki Kyan and Izuku Midoriya!

I'll place the screenshots here!

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[turtlesocksv2]

Kinnporsche Rewatch 10 Thoughts

This opening is so good. "If it's for the man i love, i'd never hurt his feelings." Vegas isn't even lying but i don't think he knows that himself. It's fascinating to watch him pull the softboy act on Porsche, who clearly doesn't really trust it, but he knows that Porsche wouldn't be able to stand just staying in the cell, unable to do anything. Porsche needs to be doing something, especially if a loved one is in danger.

Chay getting kidnapped is finally linking his story to the main one which was just direly needed. I do not go to the dark mafia store to buy cute teenage romcom, thank you very much.

Pete demanding to know if Kinn trusts Porsche, because Pete does! Pete is willing to go clear Porsche's name, even if he gets captured, tortured and killed for it, because he trusts Porsche! get you a bestie like Pete!

Vegas likes Porsche! He thinks that Kinn has finally gotten some decent taste! That does not mean that he isn't going to use Porsche and fuck everything up, but the does genuinely like Porsche as a person which i think might make how the two of them end up worse.

LMAO can you imagine being Kinn and dealing with all the Tawan and Porsche escaping bullshit and then you get a phonecall from your estranged younger brother who is clearly injured asking you what the fuck happened like he knows something happened??? and then you have to explain to your estranged baby brother, who is a feral cat of a boy, about your ex coming back from the dead and your new boyfriend escaping his jailcell with your most awful cousin? Just what was that conversation like for him. I have to know.

This entire episode, actually this whole storyline, is Pete No. You In Danger, Girl. But we get our first glimpse of Khun Spikes!

Arm, how on earth did you test that USB on a computer connected to the main network!!!! you are supposed to be the smart one!!! local mafia family's cybersecurity a goddamn nightmare.

Big's death is even sadder on rewatch. that man was just trying his best! he just wants love and to protect kinn! he grew to respect porsche! and to get shot protecting porsche from that evil snake tawan that he never trusted!!!! tragic. i refuse. big is alive just in the hospital.

"i don't like myself being like this." Porsche corruption arc still in full swing, baby! he realizes it's happening but can't stop it.

Kinn got that look on his face like "I swear i'm forgetting something....the stove? did I leave the stove on? No, i've never cooked a day in my life. it can't be that." smashcut to poor Pete caught in the torture dungeon! Kinn is the worst boss.

Pete is derranged and I love him. Vegas has no idea what's about to happen to him. "You're laughing. I'm about to electrocute you with a car battery and you're laughing" The intense eye contact. these insane weirdos were made for each other. we must keep the insanity contained, they cannot be with anyone else. And the complete contrast of that with Ken and Gun, Ken begging and apologizing and clutching at Gun's boots.

Tankhun is not afraid of Gun. He sees clearly what is happening! But he does not like being in a room full of people with their guns drawn. This is the most panicked we've seen him yet, and yet he's still holding it together! He's clearly upset but he isn't melting down. Genuinely I think Tankhun is not as broken as Korn presents him as! He probably was, right after the kidnapping, but he's grown up. Kinn and Tankhun are united, but Korn overrules their desire. Getting dangerously close to the sons Unionizing against you, Korn!

Boyfriend runs away with another man after you lock him up for less than a day because you didn't tell him your master plan? Deutsche Bank can help. Boyfriend wants you to apologize for falling for his cousin's lies? Deutsche Bank can help. Deutsche Bank: for all your reconciling with your boyfriend needs.

"it's like i've forgotten something, but I can't think of what" Pete is being tortured, Kinn! For the love of god you lost a whole person!!! how do you not realize the man you sent in to clear your boyfriend's name hasn't reappeared yet!!! TRY HARDER, KINN! if i was Pete i'd be so mad.

#kprewatch2023 #kinnporsche

[newyorkrican922]

My thoughts on the series finale of Mayans…

I think we all agree this last season was rushed af. Most of the storylines were a discombobulated mess. Was it there greatest series ending? No. Was it the worst? Also no. There are some things I liked and A LOT I didn’t. Here’s my list of what I liked and how I wish some storylines went.

I agreed…

1.) With the way EZ died. Since he took over he was very much given dictator vibes. I enjoyed the way the club going all Julius Caesar to kill him. I also think we all knew that Angel was going to have a hand in EZ’s death since day one. (At least I did). There was always a Cain and Abel factor in there, even if Angel was reluctant to do so.

2.) Speaking of Angel, I did appreciate the fact he lived and got away with Maverick. The beach scene was honestly the best thing in the whole finale.

3.) Marcus/El Padrino getting out of the life and living the rest of his days with his family. He came a long way.

4.) Bottles and Nestor getting patched in. Though Nestor should’ve been patched awhile ago. I would have loved to see him as a full fledged member.

5.) Isaac dying. He was a great fucking villain, but he had to go. I wish Hope was the one who did it though, but I was okay with EZ being the one to do it.

… yeah that’s about it.

I disagreed…

1.) As much as I love Taza, he should’ve died and not be able to live his life as a nomad. Killing Riz was the start of all of this! Literally lead to the civil war between the Mayans, the war with the Sons, and the cartel. It should’ve been done back when the Mayans showed up in Santo Padre. I don’t understand how he got off scot free.

2.) Miguel, Ez, and Angel not knowing that they’re brothers! What was the point of all that if they were never going to find out? It should’ve been addressed a lot time ago in Season 3 or 4.

3.) Killing Sofia. I’m sorry, but this was bullshit to me. She didn’t know EZ worked with the Feds. If they’re going with the whole “she’s a liability” route, the same applies to Angel. I would have loved to see Angel take her and Sally. They could’ve both gone out, start a new life, and raise their kids together.

4.) NOT KILLING POTTER!! Omg this man is like a cockroach! Potter should’ve definitely been a goner and Miguel be the one to take him down with Devlin. Katie/Kody could have taken his place or Devlin a la Agent Stahl and haven them focus on the Mayans.

5.) Speaking of Devlin, if they were going to get Miguel out of the way, I would have loved to see Emily work out some sort of deal with her to ensure Miguel spends the rest of his life in prison and pull a double cross rather than kill him.

6.) Angel not knowing Luisa/Adelita is dead. I would’ve have loved a scene with Mini showing up somewhere and telling Angel everything. Well maybe minus the part where she was the one who killed her.

7.) If Isaac was going to die this whole time, why did Hope have to? We should’ve seen Hope and Letty halfway to Ohio or the Broken Saints take them in.

8.) ATF busting in and killing the whole charter!!! This would’ve been a great ending if it was just a season finale, not a series finale! We should’ve at least seen a few members (Gilly, Hank, Bottles, Nestor, and Guero being cuffed) .

#mayans mc #mayans fx #mayans mc spoilers #Mayans fx spoilers

[alhaithamhabibi]

assign your moots as the way to protect the female lead’s older brother?

ᴍᴇᴇɴᴀ ɴᴏᴛᴇs : okay so I'm assuming this was assigning my lovely moots as twtptflob BUT i added a little twist of how the character assign to my mutuals would react to them

fl!roxana agriche — @that-one-pretty-bitch ( no it's not because of quizzes and what fl you got but the power you two radiate is there and oh another beautiful and intelligent woman just like her? she'll teach you how to kill men and get away with it. and if you already know, you already know what your bonding activities are now )

ashil agriche — @sidra-29 ( must protect. must cherish. must keep that beautiful smile on your face <33333 the days when you're at your lowest, he swears to be right by your side and help you get through these tough times whether be making you smile again or letting you all rant out lisTEN this boy wants to be right by your side don't get too attached to him tho )

jeremy agriche — @rouecentric ( jeremy sees that broken gen z humor of yours and thinks 'finally, some good fucking humor' and if you teach him the vines and memes....my god roue, what have you done?? it's only fair he teaches you how to kill and pulls you for adventures like that i'll go hide in the closest bye )

dion agriche — @d10nsaint ( he read your thirsts posts on him too so congratulate on making his now established ego even bigger. also he wants to see you cry. man gives his therapist therapists so do us a favor and make him ugly, brook, that his world wouldn't even want him back )

griselda agriche — @roseadleyn ( i just know you two would be gushing over books of any kind. so many recommendations and the way you teach her about the language of flowers, she can't help but be mesmerized by the passion in your voice when you talk about your favorite subjects )

charlotte agriche — @dion-s-lawyer ( it's like opposites attract but make it platonic/familial 🥺 the times when you feel like you might make a mistake, she'll help you out despite acting tsun tsun about it but you two could def learn a lot from each other also she loves the edited picture of dion you created )

sylvia pedelian — @lady-navier0357 ( you're so sweet, kind and she loves to converse with you. she would try to learn your home language, try to use and miserably fail but it's something won laugh over and yes she's a hardcore shipper of you and your bf <333 )

cassis pedelian — @acuriousmoon ( you're a soothing presence he can't help but fall back tbh idk how it describe it but it's like two old souls finding each other again and catching up from his crazy in laws to us mutuals with our shenanigans. hope you both enjoy the tea and enjoy the tranquillity before the mood gets ruined >:) )

maria agriche — @dxmoness ( would absolutely be interested in teaching you how to kill your subordinates with a cute umbrella uwu and oh you're writing a murder scene? well, she'll definitely help of you out by figuring the best method to kill so you can make it accurate as possible i'm scared but it's weirdly cute )

sierra agriche — @elychee ( both of you are so precious together agkjfskd it's like a double combo attack whenever you two are together and she loves hearing you simp over alberu ah young love how adorable!! a love like this makes you smile so much eases her heart to know such pure love like this can exist )

maid emily — @loekas ( having a badass maid interacting with you?? i know we all want one she'd teach you the magic from her world in return she's very interested in that story with characters resembling her mistress 👀 plsss i know she'll definitely help you write the story and give you baked goods as rewards )

og!roxana agriche — @cerisearan ( og!roxana is my baby after all she has been through, she's tired but being with you reminds her still has a life and when you talk about your ocs, you'll never have to question if she's listening because she'll ask so many questions about the characters and storyline so hope you're ready for long late night talks )

#— meena answers #it's late....and i did my best to include all my lovely mutuals here despite not knowing all the characters in the manhwa #headcanons if you and the character met? yeah sure

[gendervapor14]

two fights for freedom ~ chapter six: help wanted

A gentle rap on the door almost startled her. No one lingered out the window though. From here, she couldn’t see who was on her porch, but that wasn’t Genzo’s cadence. It sounded like that fool from yesterday.

“Bell-mère?” Who the hell gave him her name? “Uh, hey. It’s uh, it’s Dante. I came alone this time.”

Was that supposed to be some kind of peace offering?

“I um…I don’t know if you’re home, or if you’re awake. If you’d rather talk through the door, that’s fine. Stay comfortable. I just wanted to apologize.”

Damn this fucking fool. He really had no clue, did he?

With an irritated puff from her smoke, she crossed the room and stood across the door. “What do you want from me?”

“Nothing. Absolutely nothing.” His voice carried strong conviction. “Just wanted to apologize. I, I think I came off a little too strong yesterday, and…Paul…he’s a dick. I’m sorry. Teenagers, I mean…I dunno about you but I was a moron when I was sixteen, so I hope you can maybe find it in your heart to forgive him.”

Bell-mère sighed and popped the joints in her neck. Bit the bullet and opened the door. Not enough to let him in, but enough for a proper conversation. “He’s probably right. They’re nothing if not honest.”

A nervous laugh. For such a towering guy, he had a certain meekness about him. “I think my biggest sin when I was his age was chronic lying.”

“Ah, so he’s better for being an asshole, is what you’re saying.”

He flushed. She smoked and found genuine amusement in his uncomfortable fidgeting.

first dose of bell-mere backstory, coming right up!! planning to write some more of it today for waaay later in the story. it is very difficult to plan such a long story with so many concurrent storylines, but i'm doing my best and having fun with it!! :D

title: two fights for freedom rating: M category: F/M, gen content warnings: graphic depictions of violence status: incomplete, six chapters, 19,900 words relationship: rosinante/bell-mere, cora & law, rosinante & hatchan, bell-mere & rosinante & law & nami & nojiko, rosinante & genzo, bell-mere & genzo characters: rosinante, bell-mere, law, nami, nojiko, genzo, nako, hatchan, arlong, arlong pirates additional tags: canon divergent, fix-it, everybody lives, pre-arlong park, angst with a happy ending, angst and feels, fluff and humor, hurt/comfort, scheming, suggestive themes, sexual tension, limes (yes i'm bringing limes back), eventual smut, romance, slow burn, arguing, financial issues, broken bones, references to depression, referenced alcoholism, mental health issues, canon backstory, mentioned doflamingo, non-canon backstory (giving bell-mere a backstory), found family, medical inaccuracies, blood and injury, trafalgar d. water law is a little shit, developing friendships, past child abuse, more tags to be added later (?) summary: freedom for one means adventure. exploring all the world has to offer, while avoiding the occasional haunting. freedom for another almost costs an arm and two daughters. a home, a village. perhaps freedom is best sought back-to-back. {a cora and bell-mère lives au}

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#genwrites #one piece fanfiction #one piece fanfic #arlong park #bellemere #bell mere #bell mère #genzo #nami #nojiko #donquixote rosinante #corazon one piece #trafalgar law #trafalgar d water law #corazon and law #hatchan #corabelle #corabell #two fights for freedom

[sitaarein]

You should totally tell me later! There were a couple moment where I was like “I don’t know Pakistani or Muslim traditions but that seems inaccurate” but overall I’ve loved watching and they’re doing better than I thought they would

I have started typing out an answer to this three times and lost it three times 😭 anyways:

Things I liked:

-The partition: I figure this is the most important to touch upon. While I have some things I didn't like that much about it, on the whole I agree with how they portrayed it: it was an extremely bloody affair and the British after creating problems for several centuries decided to fuck off which wasn't very nice of them

-The Muslim rep: the bathroom scene with Nakia where she talks about how the hijab was her her choice and makes her feel herself YES YES EXACTLY I absolutely adored that. I adore Nakia in general. And even more lighthearted moments: Aamir reminding Kamala to say Bismillah before her driving test, the shoe stealing at the mosque (can confirm it's very real), the wuddhu area's sinks being broken (also very real). I loved how the Eid celebrations were portrayed. I also REALLLYYY loved the Sheikh. Overall, kudos for all that they did you can tell it's written by Muslims

-the familial relations: Mainly Muneeba, to be honest. I liked how they show her and Kamala's bond, and how it's obvious that the trauma Muneeba has gone through impacts her parental decisions with Kamala. Mother-daughter bonds and generational trauma generally go hand in hand in Pakistani culture, and I like that it's being explored in a (hopefully) not too negative manner. Also I just really like her dad he's so sweet and Aamir's so cool.

-Kamran's pack of parents: this isn't even a cultural thing I just love found family and how like five people got together to raise one child imagine the chaos. Other than that I'm somewhat eh on Kamran so far I feel like he's woefully underdeveloped and mainly serves as a plotpoint in the scenes he's in. Pity even the parents turned out to be evil rip now there's basically nothing redeeming about his character

-The wedding: PAKISTANI WEDDINGS AT THEIR BEST SO SEXY I LOVED IT THE EXTENDED FAMILY THE MEHENDI STEALING THE SHOES OF THE GROOM THE CLOTHES ASKING THRICE GIVING THE BRIDE AND GROOM MONEY THE DANCE "I NEED TO GRAB THE MONEY" ALL OF IT CHEF'S KISS

-Islamophobia: specifically that department of damage control and their blatant disrespect and how the Muslims were "already on the FBI's watchlist". Its not too in your face, but it's just obvious enough for people who haven't been aware of this before to feel uncomfortable- as they should.

-The soundtrack: it's quintessential Pakistani music, and so many of the pop songs used were ones I recognized just because of how popular they are here and I loved that. Also I just think they've used music well in general to reflect to the mood.

Things I didn't like:

Honestly there isn't as much of this as I expected there to be

-Not going more into the Partition and it's effects on Kamala's family was a bummer for me I think it would have made for more context and also just a better origin story

-I really wish Kamran had more personality I'd love to like him instead of feeling so eh about him

-Like I've already said, I wish they'd cast a fully Turkish Muslim woman for Nakia instead of a half white Christian. Its a now missed opportunity for those who deserved it. They also made Nakia's hijab a turban instead which they didn't really have to

-I am really really hoping they don't make it a "Kamala vs her family" storyline please please no more Asian stereotypes I want supportive parents don't make her "rebellious" by being more western or something

-I'm sad they didn't incorporate more Urdu. I understand Kamala doesn't speak it too well or read it (which is often the case for American Pakistanis) but I wish they included her parents having conversations in Urdu because that's a huge part of Pakistani identity- language

#ms marvel #asks #overall i think more good things than bad ones #we just have to wait and see where they take it i suppose #anka

[farfromstrange]

Foreigner's God | m.m

Pairing: Matt Murdock x avenger!OFC

Chapter Forty-Two: I'll Get The Coffee

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Summary: Everything is looking up for Matt and Eliza, finally, and being in love can be truly beautiful.

Warnings: SMUT 18+, unprotected sex (wrap it b4 you tap it), oral m!receiving, voice kink (?), fluff, this is so fucking soft, like this is just domesticity at its finest, and these two finally being happy.

a/n: HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY! Or as I like to call it, "Single's awareness day" because we are made aware of how painfully single we are everywhere we go <3 I wrote this with the original storyline in mind but then I went like, 'Wait a minute, I think these two deserve a break' and then this came out and I feel like I did it wonderfully. One of the best descriptive chapters I have written in my opinion (at parts, at least). I hope you can forgive me for this small break in the plotline.

The name she chose when she joined SHIELD came from a variety Nick Fury had laid out for her. With the title came a series of key points that would shape her identity. She chose her name with those traits in mind and landed on the most appealing one. She had always been rather proud of her name because it was the only thing in her life she could control, but that excitement eased after finding out she was born with the name Alina and that the name and identity she chose were just an alias to survive. Someone to exist in the eyes of the state so she could live like any other US citizen and not be locked away for it. 

When she first came to SHIELD and she was pardoned by the court while also receiving immunity for her crimes if she stayed true to the conditions she agreed to, the name she was given had felt like a blessing. Now, it filled her with dread. 

When Tony Stark stepped out of the back door of Clinton Church where the cemetery lay beyond and he said, “Eliza,” she cringed at the mere sound of her name. 

The gravestone wasn’t too fancy. It displayed his name, his date of birth, and the date he died. There was no quote, no ‘beloved father’ engraved underneath the most crucial information. He was simply Anton Sokovich-Petrova who was born in March and died in late June of 2016. He blew up an ancient terrorist organization and prevented an even worse fate from meeting his daughter, but that would have looked poorly on a gravestone.

All that was left for him was the boring gray stone that had been glazed over. A place for his daughter to stand at, leave flowers, and do all of the sentimental stuff people do at the graves of loved ones. She doubted she would; she hated the way it made her feel, how the pain caused her throat to tighten, and it made her angry too. She was angry at how everything turned out, and she was angry that her father died. Her parents were both dead and she didn’t have any extended family. She was all alone when it came to blood relations and the knowledge that she hadn’t been able to say goodbye to any of them made her already broken heart into liquid acid. 

Eliza, that was her name, but at that moment she wasn’t the woman SHIELD made out of her. At that moment, she was the five-year-old daughter of Anton whose name wasn’t Eliza Bennett, it was Alina and she was standing with her father at the grave of her late mother, leaving lilies on the already grown-over earth as if it meant anything. Somewhere in the back of her mind, the memory crawled its way forward and nestled into her frontal cortex.

The hand that was in hers squeezed lightly, reminding her that someone behind her was waiting for a reaction. She looked up at the sky, cloudier than usual, blinking away the hot tears that she had already cried too many of. 

“Do you want me to tell him to leave?” Matt’s voice sounded in her ear, a gentle echo that scratched an itch in her brain. 

She squeezed his hand back, though she felt more like an emotionless robot that wasn’t in control of herself. 

“You don’t have to do this, you know? You don’t owe him anything.”

“You’re right, I don’t,” Eliza said, her eyes still directed forward and her face white as a sheet, “but I want to.”

He nodded. “I’ll leave you to it then.”

Using his cane to tap his way over the grass, Matt made his way over to where he could hear Foggy’s distinctive voice as he talked to Happy. They were talking about football, from the sound of it. There was a new game on Sunday and they were both engaged in how it would turn out. At some point, he could hear, they even made a brotherly bet on who was going to win the game. It was a terrible topic to discuss at a cemetery after someone had just been laid to rest, but Matt figured that it was better not to dwell too much on what happened than to let Father Lantom’s service drag their moods down.

Tony approached the young woman at the grave. 

“Where does that leave us?” she asked. 

He replied, “What?”

“You coming here. Where does that leave us? You didn’t answer any of my messages. You ghosted me after writing a heartfelt letter and now you came to my father’s funeral as if it’s the most natural thing to do after not speaking to anyone for weeks,” she said. “Where does that leave us, Tony?”

He was not a man of many words or actions, but when he spoke, he knew how to use the little number of words that came out. Although this time, nothing seemed to suffice. He wanted to comfort her but he didn’t know how. 

“I told you that I now understand why you did what you did and that I am open to talking about what happened. You didn’t respond. I don’t know what that means, so I’m asking you: what did your apology mean if it meant anything at all?”

Tony nodded curtly. He turned his head toward the sky as well, taking a deep breath that developed into a sigh. “I feel guilty,” he finally spoke, “for what I did, and I’m sorry. I’m sorry for what I said, what I did, and how I behaved like an asshole,” he said. “I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness, I said as much in my letter, but you’re willing to offer it to me anyway. I didn’t know how to react, so I shut down. I drowned in my guilt and shame to the point no one could help me anymore. I realized I fucked up and that most of what happened are on me and that is something… Your getting hurt is something that I can never forgive myself for. The protection charade was complete and utter bullshit and I'm... well, I'm fucking sorry, that's what the letter meant, and I still am, possibly even more than before.”

“What changed?” Eliza asked. She held her jacket closed by crossing her arms in front of her chest. “Why did you choose to come here today?”

“Your invitation to your father’s funeral opened my eyes. He died for a reason and I… I don’t want you to hate me anymore. I want to make things right. I don’t know if you can find it in yourself to give me that chance, and it would be okay if you didn’t, but if you did, I promise you I won’t ever lie to you again. Not even about what’s in your dinner.”

She chuckled weakly. “That’s all I needed to hear… weeks ago. Now it’s just cold air.”

“Eliza, please, I don’t apologize often, but I am sorry. Let me prove it to you. Come to work for me again, let me show you that I meant what I wrote in that letter. Let me just let my actions speak for myself the same way my actions fucked everything up."

Life’s too short to hold grudges. And he had always been like a father to her before, and a great mentor at that. She could learn so much from him. She needed to learn forgiveness, which also happened to be on her sobriety list of steps, and she swore she would do them all. She forgave him, but something was lacking, something crucial that wouldn’t reappear overnight. 

Eliza cleared her throat. She tore her eyes away from the sky and turned to him, finally, looking into his eyes. “You need to earn my trust,” she told him. “I forgive you, Tony, but my trust… that is something I can’t just give back to you. You need to prove that you truly meant what you said so I can fully trust you again, and only then we can move on from this.”

“Okay, I can- I can do that." He didn't smile, he gave her a curt nod. It was a language they both spoke well - not knowing what to say.  

“One more condition: I won’t come back to work for Stark Industries. I’ve got a job right here.” She nodded toward Matt and Foggy. “I’m not giving that up. I'm happy where I am, and I don't want to throw that away just for money."

“Deal. What else?”

“There is nothing else. The rest is on you. In return, I’ll do the same for you. But it’s going to take time.”

“Lucky for us,” said Tony, “we have all the time in the world. There's nothing that stands in our way now, right? You did your best and you did better than I ever fucking could.”

"You're right, I did great. You didn't. Do you see now that I am not a child anymore?"

"I've seen it for a long time, I was just afraid to admit it."

She hummed, "Figured that much."

"So, do we have a deal?"

She took the hand he offered her, shaking it briefly. Their eyes stayed locked on each other; it appeared as if they were fighting for dominance, and the pressure of the handshake told the same story. In the end, Eliza won. He was the first to turn away from the contact and she smirked, wiping her hand on her dress. 

He cleared his throat once more. “This is getting weird,” he must have read her mind, “So I’m just gonna turn around and go. That’s- yeah, I should probably do that.”

“It’s for the best,” she said. 

“Definitely. Good talk, kid.”

She watched him step away and toward Happy’s car. Foggy and Matt didn’t say a word to him, and she couldn’t blame them. After everything, they had their reservations about the genius billionaire philanthropist playboy. It was only natural, a defense mechanism to make sure he wouldn’t come near them again. In this case, they wanted to make sure Tony knew that if he touched Eliza again, he would face a whole different orchestra of music. 

She chuckled at their overprotective nature, then turned back to the gravestone. It seemed to stare even harder than Jesus on his cross. 

Eliza cracked her neck, frowning at the empty grave. “Don’t look at me like that, you wanted us to get along again, dad.” Naturally, she didn’t receive an answer. Even if there had been a body, the dead usually don’t speak with the living, so she wouldn’t have received an answer either way. 

“And now I’m talking to a literal stone like those people in the movies. That feels even weirder than playing pretend with a fucking toddler.” She wiped her runny nose with her sleeve. “But at least your soul’s where it’s supposed to be now. Thanks, dad.”

He probably heard her, wherever he was and thought to himself that he won. But it wasn’t Anton that motivated her to forgive Tony, it was her mind. She made that decision. She had control over her life the same way she had back then when she first had to choose her new identity. 

She was in full control of herself now and even the last hurdle was out of the way. Her father was dead, but the world would carry on. It was time for a new beginning, starting right then and there. She could move on.

Birds chirped in the early morning sun, basking in the soft rays of red that broke through the earth’s surface and supplied the planet with light. A soft wind blew through the green leaves on the tree, sending some soaring through the air. It was a soft morning breeze that caused a welcome chill on the skin, but the sun made the cold go away just as fast. Little clouds danced over the sky, forming mythical shapes. 

The City of New York slowly woke out of its slumber. Curtains opened, coffee makers sizzled, and toasters worked in high gear. The day started differently for everyone, some were happy to be awake, others not so much, but the warm weather and clear skies made a look out of the window worth it, and it was enough to raise the mood in every household, even if just for a moment of relief between breakfast and getting ready for work. 

The arm that was draped over her waist slowly slid a hand under her shirt, scurrying for warmth. Still drunk on sleep, she allowed the force to pull her back into the sturdy chest she knew all too well. Sloppy kisses followed the wandering hand, his soft lips leaving the breath of an angel on the skin of her shoulders. 

The chirping of the birds grew louder. The sun broke through the slit in the curtains, filling the bedroom with at least some daylight and illuminating the small particles of dust that levitated in the air. Clothes were strewn all over the floor, even one of the pillows had fallen off the bed and added to the fabric pile. 

Matt woke up first. Not quite aware of his surroundings just yet, he nuzzled his face in the crook of her neck. The slight scratch of his freshly trimmed stubble had her stirring in her sleep, and she slowly began to wake. 

He continued kissing her skin and tracing his fingers over her heated stomach until she let out a tired whine. Eliza flipped around, burying her face in his chest, and somehow tried to evade the process of waking up. 

He chuckled at her failed attempt, running a hand through her hair. “Good morning,” he said.

She grumbled. 

“Someone not awake yet?”

She grumbled again. 

“I take that as a no.”

“Five more minutes,” Eliza whined. “Don’t wanna get up.”

“That makes two of us. This is cozy,” Matt wrapped both of his arms around her to hold her body to his even closer, “and I love cozy.”

“And you’re warm.”

“That too.”

She made a content sound in the back of her throat; it resembled the purr of a small cat. His chest rumbled with the soft chuckle he let out, his voice still groggy and thick with sleep. His nose was slightly stuffed from the used air that had collected in the room. Matt made a mental note to open the window as soon as they got out of bed and the risk of her getting sick was minimized. She froze easily, he didn’t want to add to that and cause a cold. 

Eliza buried her nose between the pecks on his chest. He not only smelled like himself but he smelled of her shampoo and partly of her perfume that lingered in the sheets. It was a comforting smell that had her floating on cloud nine. For the first time in what felt like forever, there was nothing to worry about. She closed the chapter of her past and she found herself. They saved the world and in the process, he saved her. 

Matt Murdock saved her life. He did so the second he stepped into the interrogation room to bail her out. He came back. He always came back. 

The world was okay again. It wasn’t perfect, it couldn’t be, but she could finally sort out the feeling that caused such warmth in her chest. She was happy. She was so in love and she was happy with the man she loved by her side. There was nothing that could tear them apart now. They made it through hell and still stuck together. 

At the beginning of the year, she would have never thought her life would take such a drastic turn. She couldn’t have predicted the fallout after the Sokovia Accords or Hydra. If someone had told Eliza that she would almost die but find the love of her life that year, she would have called them crazy or even delusional. She had never fathomed something like this possible. Her life often went to shit, so something like Hydra coming back to haunt her was bound to happen, but finding Matt was a destiny come true that she could not have seen coming. All the fears she’d had before were gone now and she could finally rest. 

Her life was finally on the up again. 

“You know you can’t get inside of me, right?” Matt mused into her ear. 

She whined, pressing her face so deeply into his chest that her nose got squished. “Why not?” she said. 

“Because I can’t absorb you, that’s not how it works, love.”

“Unfair.”

He chuckled again, lazily tracing his callused fingertips over her spine. “You’re beautiful,” he said. 

The heat rushed to her cheeks. “Stop it.”

“Never.”

“I’m not as beautiful as you make me out to be.”

Matt gasped, and although it sounded playful, it was far from it. He tangled his hand in her hair, pulling her head back gently and just enough to bring her face to the same level as his. She closed her eyes, afraid to look at him, but he merely traced the loose strand of hair from her face and grabbed her cheek. “You are beautiful,” he said again, eyes loving though they didn’t meet hers, couldn’t possibly, but she felt every ounce of his love in the way his lips pressed to hers, caressing her with such unconditional love that had her shaking.

“How can you judge that? You’ve only seen me once-”

“I don’t need to see you to know that you’re beautiful. Pushing away the thought that I objectively saw you, I use other markers to judge your beauty, even though beauty is something I feel like no one is allowed to judge. To me, you are beautiful. And you wanna know why?”

She shook her head, nose still pressed against his. “Tell me,” she said. 

“First of all,” he began and with his arm hugged around her waist, he rolled them over until she laid on her back underneath him, “I can feel you,” he said. 

His index finger started at her forehead, tracing over the worry line that was nothing but a faded memory under his touch. He smoothed over her eyebrows, following the growth. He traced her temple, the distinctive vein that popped when she was angry or swallowed hard; he felt her pulse there. Then, he traced along the bridge of her nose and the top of it, pressing down slightly and she scrunched, making him chuckle. 

“That’s cute,” he murmured, “when you do that.”

He continued his wordless journey over her cheekbones, the skin red with the blood that pooled underneath, and so were her lips that she kept continuously biting with every electrifying touch he left on her skin. He pulled at her plump bottom lip, tracing the cupid’s bow of her top lip. Her tongue darted out to lick over his thumb, sucking on it momentarily before he pulled away. 

“I can feel you,” Matt told her, “and every scar or wrinkle on your face. I can feel every crevice and every imperfection that you hate but I love so damn much. And your eyes…” he traced her lashes. “I don’t even need to know the color, although I do now, to know that you are beautiful. You were beautiful to me before you showed yourself and you are still now. I love your eyes,” he said, “because they always look at me, no matter where you stand or where you are. You always seek me out and when you see me and your heart jumps, that’s when I know your eyes start to sparkle and you look at me the same way I do when I think of you.”

“What’s that?” she asked, her lungs out of breath. 

“Like you’re my world and I am yours.”

With his hand still on her cheek, he pulled her toward himself and captured her lips again. This one was no less gentle. 

“And your lips are kissable, but you know that. You knew that already.”

Still, out of breath, Eliza kissed him again. The words out of his mouth turned her head. They made her feel all kinds of things, none of them bad. She had never felt so on top of the world. He showed his love and devotion plenty, but his words paid with his touch were enough to make her fall even deeper in love with him. 

When her kisses grew more desperate, he pulled back. “I’m not done yet,” he said. 

His finger brushed along her jawline and down her neck where he traced her pulse point and her sternum. He painted a picture on her collarbone, moving lower down until he reached the collar of her top. Without struggle, he pulled the fabric over her head, leaving her torso bare to him. He drew stars over the vertical scar that adorned her chest and abdomen, a reminder of the worst night of both of their lives, and then he moved on to the smaller scars, paying the same attention to them. There was one on her hipbone and her lower stomach. 

He found her thigh, reaching into the leg of her shorts only to touch the skin he had missed, then traveled back down over the other scars that she had put on herself, the stretch marks on her sides and her ass, but even when she gasped, he didn’t stop. Matt felt the urge to prove to her that nothing could disgust him about her and that he loved every inch of her body. He worshipped the ground she walked on and he worshipped her body like her body itself was God. She felt like the filthiest yet purest heaven. He would drown in her any day. She owned him, body and soul, and he bowed down to the woman she was. 

Lastly, he pressed a kiss over her heart. He felt the organ jump in excitement, an emotion only he could elicit. 

“Like I said,” his breath fanned hot against her skin, “Beautiful.”

“Matthew,” her voice had shrunk over time. 

“Have I told you that the sound of your voice is the most beautiful sound to me?” Matt didn’t even think about stopping. “I love listening to it. I love how it changes pitch or volume according to how you feel,” he said. “Like it did just now. It sounds like the sweetest of honey, but not the overwhelming kind. You’re the sweetest, most exquisite honey. The one that runs straight from the spoon into your tea and it makes you feel all warm inside.”

The hand she fell in love with wrapped around her neck like a vice. The gasp got caught in her throat, sending shivers down her spine. Her nipples reacted instantly to his touch, even though he was far away from stimulating them. Only his voice reverberated in her ears and it sang a symphony of the highest order. 

His nose brushed against where his hand was wrapped around her throat and he inhaled sharply. “Your scent is the most distinctive, so I always know when you’re in the room,” said Matt, and Eliza shut her eyes at his wandering nose. It stopped behind her ear, taking another long whiff and it sounded almost as if he swallowed a moan. “Right now, you smell like my body wash and laundry detergent, but you also smell slightly salty, like rain. There’s some vanilla stuck to your skin from your perfume, and maybe it’s cinnamon, I’m not sure. You have this distinctive smell about you that instantly makes me turn my head your way because no one else smells like that. You’ve got me so high off of you, it sometimes feels like you’re a witch. Because every time you are near, I feel compelled to be with you, to kiss you, or to touch you in any way. It might be weird,” he said, “but I don’t care. You’re beautiful, inside and out, and I want to be with you every second of the day if necessary to feel you in the most intimate of ways. I know we can’t, it’s not how life works, but if I could, I would. I would die between your legs just to smell your pussy, I don’t care. I just want you.”

He drew the first lewd moan out of her. Her back arched, wanting to be touched so desperately she had never wanted it more. Her skin felt as if it was on fire and she hadn’t realized it before but the sweat started pooling out of her pores and her cunt ached for his attention. What started as a gentle display of love shot straight to her core and one look at his blissed-out expression told her he was doing it on purpose. He got off on it, that bastard. He purposely drove her up the walls in a way that was beautiful in itself. He was the beautiful one, surely, not her. 

His blunt confession made her clench her thighs, but his body between them forced them open. 

At the scent of her arousal in the air, Matt restrained himself from moaning the way he wanted to. He would have taken her right then and there, but his mission was not yet complete. 

“The way you taste, now that is something… I can’t even describe it. I mean, my senses are more often than not overwhelmed beyond compare and I can taste how certain things smell, like tears for example, or sweat. It’s all very unique in my head,” he stated. “I experience the world differently with my senses, but you already knew that. When I feel you, when I hear or smell you, it’s different. It’s intense. You’re everywhere and while that may sound overwhelming to a man like me, with you it’s not. You’re not intense, only the experience is, and you calm me more than you keep me on edge. You’re not loud or dirty like New York is. You’re not an attack on my senses, it’s… I find you beautiful because you’re everything but overwhelming to me. You’re the beauty I lack in what I have to hear, smell, taste, and feel every goddamn day. So when I taste the sweat on your skin-” he licked a long stripe along her throat, “or when you’ve baked something that smells good and I can taste the remains on you, it’s an escape for me. And when I go down on you?” he said. “Now that is something that could keep me going for years because your taste gets me high. Your taste lingers, it makes me want you more every time I do it, and I could never tire of eating you out. Between your legs is where I want to be because even then, the world turns quiet and it’s just you and me and your pleasure that is on my mind. It’s what’s important. Everything else - the world, the city, they don’t matter. It’s just you that I need.”

He didn’t even get a second to breathe. Her lips were on him without hesitancy, locking her leg around his hip and pulling his entire body into hers. Her kisses were bruising, biting on his bottom lip and assaulting his tongue with her own. 

“Get me out of these clothes, Matthew,” she demanded, lifting her hips. 

He pulled at her shorts and underwear until they came off. Left in his boxers, Matt ground against her core. It was only the silk of his underwear that kept them apart. 

“Do you believe me now that you’re beautiful?” he whispered into her ear. 

The kiss was forgotten for a second as she stared into his beautiful brown eyes. “I know one thing that is more beautiful,” she replied. 

“And what is that?”

“You.” 

His name was nothing but a breath when he removed the last piece of clothing in the way and skilfully thrust his hard cock into her tight cunt. She was wet and warm and he added that to the list of things he found beautiful about her. He molded into her and they became one. They were connected with every nerve ending. With every kiss, they grew closer together. With every thrust of his hips, their connection grew stronger. 

He panted into her ear. “You feel so fucking good, Angel. So beautiful,” he said. “And you’re all mine.”

“Yours,” she breathed back. 

Their lips connected again, dancing heated against each other. 

“Matthew.”

He pressed his forehead against hers. 

“I love you,” she said. 

His breath shuddered and he moaned in the back of his throat, cradling her head tighter so he could have full control, and she let him. “Fuck,” was all that came out as he picked up his thrusts, hitting that spot inside of her perfectly. Every nerve was already so sensitive, she clenched around him every time he drove home and he could feel every muscle mold around him as if she was only made for him. 

It felt territorial almost, the pull he felt toward her and how he wanted everyone to know that she was his and no one else’s. No one else could have her. He was the only one who could make her feel this way and he was adamant about proving it every time they so much as sensually touched each other. He owned her, but she was also her own person and the claim he felt over her came from a place in his heart that was more of the Devil than Matt Murdock, but at that moment, with his cock so deep inside of her and his lips sucking marks into her skin, neither of them cared. She would be purple and blue once they were done, and she would carry those marks with pride because she loved being claimed by him. She loved being his and she would continue doing so until death would tear them apart. 

When he had started rubbing her clit, she wasn’t sure, but the wave of the orgasm was close to overtaking her. He twitched and she knew he felt the same, but there was something about both of them holding back that made the experience even more magical. Neither of them wanted the moment to end so they both walked the tightrope, holding onto each other with the purpose of not stumbling and falling into the deep end. 

“I love you too,” Matt managed to choke out. “God-” he pulled at her hair, capturing her lips in a bruising kiss that made the burning in her belly so much worse. “I love you so much.”

She whimpered into the kiss. “I know.”

“You close?”

“Uh-huh.”

“You wanna cum with me? Can you do that? Fuck- please. Be a good girl for me.”

With their lips pressed tightly against each other, the wave crashed into the shore. It was strong, it was burning, it mutated into an inferno that took down everything with it, and they so loved to burn alive. 

His hips stilled eventually. He gave her all he had and it still felt not enough. She breathed heavily, her body slacking into his arms and he collapsed on top of her. He was exhausted and she was, too, but in the best way. She cradled his head into the crook of her neck; it was her turn to take care of him. His soft pants waved over her sensitive skin, the sweat in his hair transferring onto her body. 

“Oh, my-” she exhaled. Her chest deflated with a heavy sigh. “Matty.”

He made an incoherent sound. 

“Are you okay?”

After a moment of contemplation, he nodded. She stroked a hand through his hair, relieved to have received at least some sort of an answer. His breathing slowed down after a moment and so did his heartbeat that was drumming against hers. 

Matt lifted himself on his forearm enough to pull out and dropped on the mattress next to her.

Eliza instantly moved to lay on her side, reaching out for his face. His eyes were closed. He still wasn’t present, his thoughts a mess, and his body on fire with all the different sensations and feelings that seemed to attack his soul. He tried not to show how sex affected him often, but even he had his weakest moments, and she loved him even more for showing them to her. He didn’t have to be afraid of her reaction, he could just be himself, and if he was overstimulated and tired after fucking her in a way that had been both loving and intense, she would make sure he got out of his trance just fine.

He licked his dry lips. “Do you, uh, need a towel?” even his voice sounded disoriented.

She chuckled lightly, stroking his sweaty hair back so it wouldn’t fall into his face anymore. “Don’t worry about me,” she said. “I’ll get us cleaned up. You just lay back and breathe.”

“Thank you,” he said. 

Leaning down to kiss him, he placed a firm hand against her sternum. His eyebrows furrowed and he winced. “No kisses.”

“Okay,” she moved away instantly, giving him the space he needed, “I’m sorry.”

“‘S too much. Not your fault.”

“I know, baby. I’ll be right back.” 

The space allowed him a few minutes to get his thoughts back in order. He focused on the silk sheets and the air that smelled like her. He listened to her heartbeat in the other room and then some more when she came and cleaned up the cum that covered his lower half as well as it had hers. She did it so carefully, he barely felt it. All the while her hand stayed wrapped around his wrist, drawing soothing circles on the skin. 

She settled into bed next to him again, pulling the covers over their naked bodies. Trying not to touch him, she scooted close enough for him to feel her comfort. 

Matt exhaled. “That was-“ he trailed off, pinching the bridge of his nose, “Intense.” 

She said it at the same time as him, nodding along. “Yeah, it was. But it was good, right? You liked it too?” 

It had to have been by far the gentlest sex they had ever had, and with all the feelings he stirred up before it had made the experience intense on a level neither of them was used to. So this was what making love felt like. It wasn’t raw fucking, it wasn’t rough, it was gentle throughout and focused solely on feeling each other. 

His Adam’s Apple bopped as he swallowed. “Yeah, I did,” he wasn’t a man of many words when he was overwhelmed. She knew it was the truth though. He would have told her if it wasn’t. “Did you?” he asked then.

She blinked wildly, surprised that the question came when it was his moment of vulnerability and not hers. He was ever a selfless person, even when he wasn’t fully himself. 

“I did,” she said. 

“Good, that’s good.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, bug.”

“Is it okay if I touch you now?”

He opened his arm. “C’mere.”

She placed her head on his chest. His skin was hot and still flushed from the orgasm, as was his face. She had never seen a more beautiful sight. Tracing her fingers over his scars, Matt finally returned to himself fully and he hugged her to his bare chest. 

“Thank you,” he murmured, “for everything.”

“Don’t have to thank me,” she told him. “I’m always going to take care of you.”

“That’s what makes you so good.”

“I don’t know about good, but-“ Eliza searched for his lips, “I’m better with you.”

He melted into the kiss. It was peaceful. With the birds in the background and the sun on the rise, the world was okay, and time was merely a construct. 

That was until the obnoxious declaration of Foggy’s name caused by his phone broke the silence and their kiss in two.

Matt reached over with a scowl, but he missed the device and accidentally caused it to soar to the floor. He tried to stop it, but his reflexes weren’t quite awake yet. He grunted at the thought of having to get up to shut it off, and letting it ring hurt his ears too much. He leaned over, but Eliza had already thrown herself over his chest and fished his phone off the floor. She swiped right, answering, “Yeah?”

“Good morn- Liz?” Foggy sounded from the other end. 

“Yeah.”

“This is Matt’s phone.”

“Yeah, I know. He dropped it.”

“You- okay, I still have to get used to you two living together.” Cars rushed in the background and she could hear the clear honking of a driver that seemed unsatisfied with someone who cut him off. “Anyway, I just called to tell you guys to get the fuck up!”

“What time is it?” She squinted her eyes at the alarm clock.

“Half past get the hell up! We have work today. You know the thing where you have to come into the office and do something productive the entire day?”

Eliza rolled her eyes. “I know what work is,” she retorted.

“Oh, yeah? Then why are you late?”

“Oh, my God! Foggy, we had sex, that’s why we’re late. Matt and I did a very adult activity that took a lot longer than expected and that is why we will be coming in a few minutes late today. Unless you want us to come strutting in naked and sweaty, you let us take a shower and we’ll see you at the office. Good day!” 

She hung up, leaving Foggy flabbergasted and quite frankly a little disgusted, but he brushed it off as he made his way down the street with two cups of coffee in his hand — one for Karen, one for him.

Matt raised his eyebrows, brown eyes filled with pure amusement when she slapped his phone back down on the nightstand and resumed her position on his chest. 

“What?” Eliza challenged. 

“Can I get you bragging about our sex life on tape?” he said. “Because that was hilarious.”

“Oh, shut up!” She rolled over with a groan. 

“A very adult activity.” 

“Matthew, shut up!” 

“I need that on a sign that I can put on the door whenever we have sex. I had one of those Do Not Disturb signs in college, but that sounds way better. Adult activities in progress. We should get that framed.”

In response, he received a pillow to the face. His laugh grew louder and she hit him again, this time with more force.

“You are a violent little thing,” he mused. “If that’s what you want-“ reaching behind himself, Matt grabbed his pillow and smacked her across the face with it, “You got it.”

She gasped. She underestimated the force he could put even behind a soft piece of fabric. 

Eliza licked her lip, fluffing out the pillow she was holding. On her knees, she flipped to look directly at him. “It is so on,” she said.

He slipped into his underwear, something she had done while she grabbed a towel for them, so their state of clothing was almost equal. She wore one of his thin sleep shirts, but it gave her enough space to move without losing a boob or two. 

Her eyes grew darker and her bicep tensed. She took this seriously. Matt was not about to pass out on an opportunity to humble her. 

When it came to pillow fights, he would always win.

“Careful,” he said, and his words were what truly started the game of cat and mouse that sent them chasing each other around the apartment, “you might hurt yourself reaching for me.”

She growled, “The only thing that’s gonna get hurt is you.” 

He laughed when he jumped out of bed and to the foot of it, holding his pillow like a wall of defense. 

“It’s like a puppy threatening me with his leash.” 

A pause. She stared at him, eyes narrowing, and then, “Run.” 

Matt’s first instinct was to jog into the living room. She followed close behind with her pillow at the ready. They stood at either end of the couch, and even though they were well-trained, they panted from the short distance traveled. 

“To hit me, you have to actually go around the couch,” he said. 

She ground her teeth. “Not necessarily.” She hauled her arm back and then forward, and let go of the pillow. It hit with precision, landing in his face. He tried to catch it, but it flew too fast, even for him. 

He played with it. The smirk he gave Eliza was shit-eating and laced with mischief. “You know that that was a mistake, right?” 

She had already grabbed one of the cushions by then, cocking her eyebrow at him. “Wanna bet?” she said. 

He chuckled. He was the first to take a step and she followed in the opposite direction. The couch was still between them, but it was only the backrest now. Her eyes sparkled. This was her shot. He didn’t see it coming, metaphorically speaking. She easily jumped over the backrest, catching herself on the seat, and hit him over the head with the couch cushion again. 

Out of reflex, Matt responded with his pillows, hitting her back. She squealed. Her weapon of choice was much harder; he eventually fled her notorious attack. Eliza jumped from the sofa, with her hair disheveled and the shirt bunched up over her ass. In her state of playful rage, she tossed all of the cushions toward him. She hit him in at least three different places - not even the pillows he stole from the bed could protect him. In the end, though, she was left with nothing and he had all of the pillows, and she only realized that too late. 

He sighed. “Sweetheart, I hate to break it to you, but you’re fucked,” the words flowed so flawlessly, she wondered if she was talking to the same person who spoke so eloquently in the courtroom. Of course, she knew better. She knew he had a dirty mouth deep down, but it had never shown this extreme. Perhaps she was rubbing off on him in more ways than one. 

“Uh-oh,” she gasped when he charged at her. Eliza ran circles around the couch with him hot on her heels, and once again they stood on opposite ends. She calculated - there were two ways he could run. If she pretended well enough, she could trick his senses into thinking she went the other way, and then she would be able to rearm herself in the bedroom. 

Matt being Matt though - or in this case, it was the Daredevil in him - saw right through her plan. She tried to fool him by leaning right, but he caught her before she could run. Halfway on her way to the bedroom, the pillow hit her and she squealed again. After hitting her a few good times to the point she was suffocating with laughter, he threw the pillow aside and wrapped his arms around her to keep her from leaving. 

“Gotcha,” he purred into her ear. 

“That is so not fair!” She cried out when his fingers dug into her sides, searching for the spot he knew she was most ticklish at. “Matt-y, st-oh-p!”

“If you yield.”

The smart comeback that laid on her tongue was cut off by a fit of laughter that came from a spot of discomfort. He knew exactly where to grab and it seemed unfair that he was so much larger, he could overpower her, and pulling out her super-strength didn’t seem fair. She couldn’t have, anyway, because the way he tickled her clouded her eyes with unshed tears. 

“C’mon, yield,” he said, “and then I’ll stop.”

“Okay, OKAY!” Eliza hit his arm three times, giggling, and she couldn’t possibly form a coherent sentence. “Yield!”

As promised, he eased up his torture. She slacked in his arms. 

“Wasn’t so hard, now was it?”

“Asshole,” she bit back. 

He raised his eyebrows. “Oh, I am? Alright.” 

“Matthew!” He singlehandedly tossed her over his shoulder. His hand collided with her backside. She was putty in his hands. He could throw her around however he wanted, she would let him. 

She had never laughed this much or loud before. He carried her over to the now cushionless couch and laid her down. His lips found hers, not giving her a second to breathe. She kissed back almost instantly, tangling her hands in his hair and pulling him closer. They were panting and giggling into each other’s mouths and it was perfect. There was no other adjective to describe the situation, and she felt so happy and warm inside, she felt as if she were going to combust any second now. 

Breaking the kiss, Matt smiled down at her. “You forgive me now?” he asked. 

Eliza traced the crease between his eyebrows and down the bridge of his nose. “I suppose,” she said, her voice only a soft hum. 

He bent down and pressed another kiss to her lips. It was short yet no less passionate. “We should get ready.”

“We should, but do we want to?”

“We don’t, but we have to.”

She sighed heavily, “True.”

“C’mon,” he patted her thigh, urging her to wrap them around his waist, “Let’s take a shower first. We’re already late, might as well make it worthwhile…”

The shower ran shorter than either of them would have liked, but they were already late and as two responsible adults they didn’t want to waste any more time. Although Matt considered it, Eliza had to physically force him away from prepping her neck with bruising kisses that were sure to have her on her knees in seconds. She exercised what little self-control she had left to steer off the inevitable. There was nothing she loved more than intimacy, but Foggy would murder them and she had already almost died too many times to count. 

She exited the bathroom, fiddling with her earrings - the new beginning gave her a boost when it came to looking dashing anywhere she went, and she started to appreciate herself a lot more since then. The necklace matt got her dangled over her shirt, Natasha’s crystal underneath. It was in no way a display of favorites; Matt was the closest person to her heart and she wanted people to know that she was his and he was hers. In return, he wore his necklace just as obviously, though the crucifix would always be there. Even through all the pain, he kept his faith and she found that remarkable. 

He stood in the kitchen, pouring some coffee into to-go cups that she had insisted that they should get. It was a wise choice. Upon hearing her enter, he smiled and shoved a plate over the counter. “Eat,” he said. 

Eliza frowned, walking up to him. Avocado toast. Her heart swelled. At the rate, the happiness was growing she would need a new heart very soon. She couldn’t take this. It was sickeningly too much, but she loved every second of it. She loved being loved, seen, and appreciated. She loved the care she received and how important she felt in his presence. She would show him the same kind of affection until her very last breath, or she would try to, anyway. She still believed she didn’t deserve him. 

She sat down at the edge of the table. He somehow always knew just the right amount of seasoning to use. She watched him while she ate. He cleaned up what he had made messy, put the little glass jars in the same spot he got them from, and wiped the kitchen counter. It was domestic, their new life together. She could get used to this. 

“You’re staring,” Matt mused from the fridge. He pulled out a water bottle, then patted the top of the fridge for the orange capsule that was as much of a friend as it was an enemy. “Here, before you forget,” he said. 

Eliza felt the three pills in the palm of her hand. He took care of her, he always did, but staring at the medication that kept the hormones in her brain in check reminded her why it took so long for her to be happy. She sabotaged herself. She was sick, after all. And she would always be sick, no matter what she did. The illness would always be there. Even with her life in order, the monster would continue lurking in the dark, waiting for a moment of weakness until it could attack. 

He stroked over the crown of her head. “You okay?” he asked. 

She looked into his eyes. “I’m okay,” she said. 

“Take your pills, c’mon. They don’t mean anything. You’re here and you’re alive, nothing else matters. Everything that comes our way now, we can conquer together. You know that.”

The pills went down with a lot of water, but she took them and he kissed her forehead with a proud smile and said, “Good girl.”

She shivered, but she kept quiet, too trapped in her head to focus on what was happening around her. 

Matt noticed the signs of dissociation and tugged at her hand instead. She yelped, blinking up at him in surprise. He pulled her toward him. “Stop thinking so much. Alexa-” the smart device made a melodic sound of agreement, “Play my Spotify playlist.”

“What’s that? Jazz or somethin’- woah!” Her joke was cut short. He twirled her around her axis before hugging his arm around her waist, and he cupped her cheek to lean down and kiss her. 

“Wait for it,” he hummed against her lips. 

The sound of the birds and the people outside was tuned out by the soft melody coming out of the speaker system. 

“We’re gonna dance to keep your mind off of things and then we’re going to work, but only once I’m sure you’re okay.”

Eliza pouted as she looked into the eyes of the man she loved. Tears sparkled in her own and she wasn’t even sure why. She was overwhelmed by his love, mostly, but also by the emotions that she kept bottled up inside, the ones that appeared suddenly and nestled into her soul in seconds. He was right, she wasn’t okay. She wasn’t terrible, either, she was in a weird space in-between good and downright awful and she hated it there. 

“How is dancing gonna help?” she asked, her voice wavering at the same time her breath did. 

He kissed the tip of her nose instead of her lips. “Trust me,” said Matt. 

She trusted him with her life, but she wasn’t sure if she wanted to trust him on this. She didn’t feel like dancing. It seemed useless, anyway. But he insisted and with his hold so strong, she had no choice but to succumb to his unorthodox method. 

“Sometimes you just gotta-” he pushed her back, “dance it out.”

She twirled, not even in control of her limbs when he pulled her back in, but this time with her back to his chest. And that was when she recognized the melody. 

“Oh, you sly bastard.”

“Uh-huh.” The glitter in his eyes reminded her of the universe. “You remember?” He ran his fingers over her bare arm when she reached back to run her fingers through his hair and bring him closer in the process. “The night of the gala when we danced?” he said. “You remember the song?”

“Of course, I do,” she said. “I love that song. I just didn’t think… you put it on the top of your playlist?”

He shrugged. “Maybe?”

In seconds, she turned around and stood face-to-face with him again. She wrapped her arms around his neck, lifting herself on her tip-toes to kiss him. Their forehead collided. “We’re not dancing,” she reminded him.

“Aren’t we?”

“No, we’re swaying. It’s just an excuse for people to-”

“-stand on the dancefloor and look like they belong,” he finished. His breath turned into a chuckle that fanned across her face. He smelled of coffee and mint and his cologne. “Yeah, I memorized that line in case I had to use it again,” he told her. 

“Oh, you taking pointers from me now?”

“Don’t tell anyone.”

“Well, lucky for you that we’re not standing on a dancefloor, so the rule doesn’t apply.”

“You’re right, but we could pretend.”

At that moment it seemed as if he was staring into the depths of her soul. 

A sigh left the depth of her chest. “We have to work,” she said, hesitant to admit it and with the utmost regret in her voice.

Matt chuckled. The usually so sweet sound was breathless, maybe a little knowing because yes, they had to go to work and her point was valid, but he didn’t want to acknowledge it. The more she kept staring into his eyes, the more her self-control swindled and she fell into his arms. She didn’t care about the world. She was his to command now. Screw self-contro, she thought. She could spend the remaining two minutes of this song dancing with the love of her life, the Man whose initial she had hanging around her throat, and it would feel good because they deserved it. After the hell they went through, they deserved this. They deserved a fucking break. 

He listened closely to her heartbeat. It dropped suddenly in determination and that was how he knew that she made her decision. His lip curled up into a smirk, it wasn’t naughty or anywhere near suggestive, it wa a kind one suggesting that he was proud of his accomplishment, so it was cocky nonetheless. 

Eliza took his hand in hers, holding it tightly as the other arm wrapped around his shoulders instead. “Lead the way, counsellor,” she said. 

The song was so familiar yet at the same time it sounded foreign. The day they first danced to it laid far in the past. Things had been different then. The night ended blissfully tangled between the sheets of his bed, but the cost they paid for falling so fast so hard for each other left them shattered in the end. They spent weeks picking up the pieces that were left behind of each other’s hearts. In the end, they found together. The universe brought them together without question as if it knew they were meant to be together, and it felt right at that moment, dancing with Matt in his living room while the world disappeared on the outside, but the path they had to take to get this far was now littered with corpses. 

They both lost. They both suffered. In any other life, the likelihood of Matt and Eliza finding together after the hell they’d been through would have been nill. But in that universe, in their reality, they found back together. What they had was a cursed love that they were slowly starting to heal, and while she laid in his arms as he swayed them around the room to the song she had grown to title as one of their own, she realized that this was it. They passed the finish line. The worst was over. They weren’t cursed anymore; this right there was her and him healing each other in the only way they knew how - through unspoken words and meaningful touches. Their hearts spoke a language their mouths could not. 

She was sure she found the man she would spend the rest of her life with and knowing he felt something resembling the same after he gave her that necklace was the thought that kept her alive and breathing. He sustained her, after all, and he had started doing so from the day they first met. It all became frighteningly clear to her, but the fear didn’t scare her. No, it excited her and it reminded her that this was real. She wasn’t dreaming. He was truly in her life and she was going to be okay; they both were. 

“What are you thinking about?” he asked. 

What was she thinking about? She was fighting off the cruel thoughts all by herself. She didn’t feel weak, she felt stronger than ever as she did it. 

“You,” she answered without missing a beat. “It’s always you.”

His feet stopped and so did she, stumbling a little at his abrupt change of pace. Through thick lashes, she looked up at him. She expected him to say something or at least to receive a reaction of some kind, but it didn’t come. Instead, his eyes darted aimless around and his eyebrows furrowed. He was listening to her heart, the soft tilt of his head told her as much. He saw the world through his senses, she sometimes forgot that, and he was trying to paint a picture - what the picture was, she wasn’t sure.

“Matt-”

He cradled her head faster than she could speak. His lips pressed against her in a heated affair. She caught herself by holding onto his forearms. The kiss wasn’t forced, not at all, it was merely deeper than she was used to, and she swore she could taste the emotion on his tongue. That part of her powers was gone, but he poured so much of himself into the kiss, she could taste his soul. 

He pulled away to let them both breathe. Their lips ghosted over each other, heartbeats aligned. Same situation, different setting.

“We should, um-” Eliza swallowed. She felt lightheaded. His body was the only thing keeping her upright. “Work,” she prompted. 

A strand of hair flopped into his face. It was so damn familiar yet still so foreign. He was officially hers now, she didn’t have to pine and wait anymore. He wasn’t going anywhere. 

That was the essential difference to that day at the gala. They were together now. The wait and heartbreak were over. There was nothing standing between them now, and that was why such a familiar situation felt more foreign than it felt like a real de ja vu. 

Matt desperately kissed her cheek. “Work,” he agreed, though his voice rumbled like gravel. He didn’t want to work, he just wanted her. 

His need for her, the constant yearning, he believed were starting to turn into an unhealthy obsession. But if it was so unhealthy, why did he feel happier than ever? 

He turned away, ready to grab a tie from the bedroom and get the day over with, but once he took a step away, she reached for his arm. She pulled him back, smashing their lips together once more. 

“Can we be late five more minutes?” she asked, assaulting his mouth with open kisses. 

Her hair seemed like the best thing to grab in her moment of eagerness, so he tangled his hand in the freshly brushed strands, pulling at them. He panted heavily, the answer coming more choked up than he intended it to, “Yeah, sure,” he said. 

The buckle of his belt hit the floor. Eliza dragged the zipper down, ruining his ironed shirt by crumbling it up until it was resting just above his hip. 

“Good, ‘cause we’re gonna need them. Or you are, anyway.”

“Five minutes?” He breathed even heavier now, the sound of her knees hitting the wooden floor sounding louder in his eardrum. His hand was still in her hair and he followed her down; it slowly dawned on him what she was doing. The plea for her to stop got stuck in his throat. “Fuck!” 

At first, she simply kissed the outline of his cock over his boxers and the friction along with the pure essence of her rushed the blood from his head where her tongue laid, and he was painfully hard again. As if he hadn’t just finished inside of her, she undressed him with precision. Her nails dug into his upper thighs and by God, he was this close to losing himself completely, he intertwined his fingers with hers s they traveled under his shirt and caressed his stomach. It was too much. She was already everywhere, the heat of her mouth would send him straight to hell and back and then to hell again until he was doomed and done for. 

His eyes rolled back toward the ceiling. In his head, he prayed to God. The crucifix rested heavy around his neck but her name rested heavier. He prayed to God because the almighty father of all was no longer the most important character in his life. He questioned faith, but he never questioned her. She was his vice, she was his guardian angel and she would eventually corrupt him in a way that would asure him a place in hell, no matter how many times he asked God for penance, but hell with her sounded much better than heaven, and he figured he would have never ended up there anyway. They were both sinners, all things would fall into their rightful places in the end. Where she went, he would follow. Unhealthy obsession be damned, he was so infatuated, he would have burned the world down on the spot for her. 

He had loved strongly before, then he had his heart broken by the woman he loved so desperately, and he had suffered alone for so long before she came along. He never thought a love this strong would be humany possible, but there were a lot of things he hadn’t fathomed possibly only a month ago. A love like that was the most plausible because it was real, she was right there and she was realer than anything else. God put her in his path for a reason and he would follow her until the end of the line. 

She drove him higher and higher until he was dangling off the edge of the cliff, and when she pressed her hand down on his abdomen, squeezing his hand in the process, he couldn’t hold it anymore. 

“I love you so much. Fuck!” The curses tumbled freely from his lips at the same time that he tumbled from the precipice. Her tongue along his shaft and the sensitive tip of his cock were more than enough.

Her five-minute estimate had not been far off. He came with the soft cry of her name, or had it been one of his many pet-names? She wasn’t sure. Her mind was just as fuzzy as his. Swallowing every last drop of cum he had to give her, she kept him tucked neatly inside her mouth. He rested perfectly in her throat. She exhaled through her nose - the sight before her was so damn pleasurable, she clenched her thighs. This would suffice for the rest of the day. The pornographic sounds and pcitures she had in her head were better than any real life nude picture she could have taken of him. 

Matt pulled at her hair, forcing her off his cock with a whine that both came from her and from himself. He brushed her cheek, catching the small droplet of cum on the corner of her mouth and shoving it back inside. She took it wordlessly. The mascara she had applied was smudged all over her cheeks from the tears she had shed, but it was so worth it in the end. 

He helped her to her feet, his eyes once again darting back and forth, searching for something he couldn’t see. “You’re so perfect,” he murmured. 

“You are,” she told him. When he kissed her, he could taste himself in her saliva, and his moan made her whimper. “You’re perfect,” she said again. 

The move she made to adjust his pants and get the belt back where it came from went unnoticed by him. He was somewhere between the sky and cloud nine, free-falling. Only when she gently kissed his neck did he snap back to reality. 

“We have to go work.”

He chuckled. “Foggy is gonna kill us.”

“Eh, but it was worth it.” Eliza smoothed out his collar. “Get yourself a tie, I’m gonna use the bathroom real quick to, uh… take care of some things.”

His lips pursed into a pout. “Take care of some things?” he quoted. 

“I have to pee.”

“Sure, that’s what it is.”

She slapped his chest, blushing at the sound of his clear laugh in her ear as he kissed her temple and sent her on her way. 

“I could just take care of it, y’know,” Matt said behind her.

As hard as it was to pass down the opportunity, she raised her middle finger into the air. “Fuck off!” The bathroom door fell shut behind her, but she heard his laughter long after she was gone. 

Today is never too late to be brandnew.

That much was true, at least.  

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List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the Last 10 people Who reblogged something from you. Learn about your mutuals and followers. 🎠 But only if you want to, just have fun! 💖💖

Awe thank you!~ I love this sm! Answers are gonna get long-winded though T_T

5 Things That Make Me Happy:

Positive Feedback - has to be on the top of my list because this absolutely does breathe life into me. I started writing in the first place to make people happy. I do it because I love it and I want to share that love with others. I want to be the writer that makes people look forward to getting off work to read that new chapter or the reason they stayed up a little too late because they just had to know what happened next. I want my stories to be someone else's escape. And maybe one day, I'll be on their bookshelves, too. ♥

Genuine Friendships - they're so important to me. I'm someone who has very few friends and even fewer family, so if you're close to me, it means something. I'm all about chosen family, and it often reflects in my writing (one of my fav main characters has a tendency to adopt lonely misfits). With my friends, we're either just acquaintances or you're my goddamn sibling, there's really no in between, which is both a good and a bad quality trait.

Fucking Fallout - because it's the most immersive game I've ever played. I know a lot of the games get some hate throughout the fandom, but I genuinely love every installment that they come up with, because it continues the story. Even with all its flaws, I love all of 1, 2, 3, 4, NV, and 76. I'm more partial to 4 because I relate more to their characters, but NV had the superior storyline. ♥ I literally cannot get this game or these characters out of my head.

BTS - Okay hear me out on this one: I know BTS is a stereotypical K-Pop band, but I seriously love them as people. I don't like K-Pop normally, as a genre. I listened to "emo music" growing up (I was born in 1993 so the 2000s was where my favorite music really lied). I was also a troubled kid and I brought a lot of those insecurities and trauma to my adulthood, and my old bands just wasn't doing it anymore. The memories of teen angst mostly stressed me out. But then I found BTS, and their music and messages helped me SO MUCH as a young adult, well into later adulthood (I'm 29 now). I absolutely love them, and they make me happy with their genuine care and messages. Those 7 boys are some of my biggest inspirations in life, reminding me that I can do anything if I try hard enough. But you will NEVER catch me mixing my love for BTS with the Fallout stuff on this blog. I've noticed that liking K-Pop is a quick way to catch hate, so I keep my obsession with them to myself. I'm okay with that; I've done it for the last six years.

My Husband - as cheesy as it is to say, I have the best husband I could have asked for. STORY TIME: I met him in Kindergarten, and he was always getting me in trouble by making me laugh and the teacher kept telling us to be quiet. She had to separate us. I had a crush on him in 2nd grade. Then we didn't see each other again until middle school. We had gym class together in 6th grade. In 8th grade, we became best friends. He dated a friend of ours in 9th, and I thought that would help me get rid of the feelings I had for him because I was terrified I'd ruin our friendship if I made a move. It didn't work out between him and our friend, but he told me in 10th grade that he liked me a lot, and we really understood each other. (Honestly it "helped" that we both came from troubled/broken families and were both below poverty level.) When we got together, we were each other's first EVERYTHING. We were together all throughout high school with no complications, and our peers deemed us worthy of being prom king and queen in 12th grade even though we were the nerds who oftentimes got bullied. It was so surreal. We moved in together after high school. We went through a loooooot of bullshit. Being kicked out of houses, losing jobs, losing family members (deaths and otherwise) and we're pretty much inseparable now. We've been together for 14 years. He's supportive in everything I do, even if he doesn't always understand my obsessions. He believes in me. He knows I'm not going to thank him for doing the bare minimum (respecting me, listening to me, helping me, not expecting me to mother him, etc). He genuinely fucking loves me. And he's pretty damn handsome and funny, too. Icing on the cake. And after losing all the people that we have over the years, we're pretty much all that we've got left. But I wouldn't choose to live this life with anyone else.

#ask #ask games #5 things that make you happy #thank you for asking #this was a lovely start to my day #apologies for rambling #i just felt like simple answers didn't do the subject justice