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kxsagi · 4 months ago
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I love your works! I wanna make a request for Sae and Rin, please! I hope this is alright. Sae and Rin with a third sibling—but, instead of soccer, this third sibling chose boxing instead.
“𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐱𝐬𝐭𝐬”
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a/n: thank you so much! reader is a girl boss in this one đŸ™‚â€â†•ïž
(art credits go to karasuao_0101 on x)
being the third itoshi sibling came with expectations: mainly to be born with cleats on your feet and an obsession with kicking things into nets. but somewhere between sae’s cold indifference and rin’s chronic inability to have fun, you realized soccer was not your destiny. you didn’t want to pass or shoot or dribble. you wanted to punch things. preferably people. and that’s how you ended up boxing while your brothers were busy being the emotional support walls of famous football clubs. 
you came home one day with a swollen eye and a busted lip, casually biting into a sandwich like you hadn’t just gone twelve rounds with a girl who looked like she drank protein shakes for breakfast and punched trees for fun. rin glanced at you from the couch, not even blinking. “what happened to your face?” 
you looked up mid-chew. “won the match. with my skull.” 
sae walked in behind him, took one look at your face, sighed like someone who aged ten years instantly. “mom thought you’d be the normal one.” 
“well she shouldn’t have put all her eggs in this genetically repressed basket,” you said, voice muffled by bread. “also, the other girl looks worse. i made her question her life choices and possibly see the light.” 
“she was fourteen,” rin muttered. 
“and yet still taller than me. i had to do what i had to do.” 
training with them was worse. one time you convinced rin to spar, just light work, no face hits, promise. ten seconds in, you body shot him so hard he dropped like a sack of trauma and lay on the mat looking up at the ceiling like it had personally betrayed him. “did you just punch the soul out of me?” 
you knelt beside him, all sweet and innocent. “you dodge emotions so well, rin. i thought your abs could take a little physical pain too.” 
sae, in his older brother way of expressing affection (aka buying you things and still not making eye contact), once gifted you a pair of custom gloves. matte black. embroidered with “itoshi menace.” you were genuinely touched. you’d never received something so cool. you were about to thank him when he casually added, “there’s a GPS tracker in the wrist. you disappear after matches and i don’t trust you.” 
“what am i? a flight risk?” 
“yes.” 
family dinners were a delightful mix of commentary on your footwork, rin mumbling about your form being too open, and you threatening to throw mashed potatoes at anyone who brought up cardio. every time you lifted your fork, it was a flex. not emotionally. physically. your biceps were stronger than their coping mechanisms. 
you weren’t a prodigy. you weren’t a soccer genius. you were the younger sibling with fists of fury, a resting fight face, and the distinct ability to make both your brothers flinch when you raised your hand too fast near them. they didn’t say it, but you knew they feared you more than they’d ever feared a match. which meant, in your books? 
you were absolutely winning. 
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pastafossa · 1 month ago
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Heat Wave (Matt Murdock x F!Reader, SFW)
Had this one sitting in my docs folder for a while, decided to edit it and finally drop it in honor of the hot summer.
Ship: Matt Murdock x F!Reader
Wordcount: 2k
Warnings for this fic: SFW, no use of y/n, lots of descriptions about how hot it is but it's fine cause Matt still thinks you smell nice, Reader is AFAB, Matt is a brat
Fic Summary: Just a short, humourish drabble-ish bit about you and Matt dealing with the heat as I try to get back into writing.
Or: in which Matt is still somehow cuddly in triple-digit weather.
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You were going to kill someone. 
Matt would claim you were exaggerating, but you knew the truth. These were living conditions meant for lizards, not mammals, and when mammals—one particular flavor of mammal, especially—were forced out of their proper biome, murder wasn’t out of the question. You were pretty sure that was how it worked, anyway, according to Genesis. It was hard to remember when your brain was sizzling inside your skull like a wad of bacon. 
One-hundred-and-fucking-six degrees. 
You could have dealt with it if it had been a bit drier. Really. But during New York summers, the only thing more reliable than the honking of horns was the humidity, which had sent the index soaring up into the category of absolute hellscape. The rickety old air conditioning unit in the apartment had done alright until the heat index had hit triple digits. Then it had coughed, sputtered, and settled for, ‘Sure, you’re still a sweaty puddle of melting meat juice, but the outside is worse if you think about it, right?’ The A.C. at Nelson and Murdock had waved the white flag even sooner than that, to the point they’d closed the office four days ago and reverted to working from home. Matt hadn’t even bothered to go out as the Devil the past two nights, not when the very act of putting on the suit had become dangerous. 
Not that there was anyone out there for Matt to fight right now. Apparently even the criminals had a temperature limit. Turns out the real secret to stopping crime wasn’t a Devil suit, but instead just cranking up the setting on the giant ball of fire in the sky until the very act of crime meant you might wind up with a chance to meet the real Devil first hand.
The fact that you were living in Hell’s Kitchen had never felt more accurate. 
Matt, ever the practical masochist, was out in the bad air doing
 something. Errands, you vaguely remembered, since it was after dark and thus moderately less like a pot of boiling soup outside. You didn’t much care, though. You were currently in the bedroom sprawled out on the floor where it was just a touch cooler, a few thin sheets and a pillow thrown down for padding. You’d stripped down to your underwear, five different fans whirring away around you in an attempt to stir the stagnant, sticky air in the room. If you were lucky, they’d help you retain the brief snatch of heavenly cold your body had greedily absorbed sitting in the shower for the past hour. It wasn’t perfect, but it was better, and at this point you’d take it. And as much as you loved Matt, it was far more pleasant without him here. That man was a furnace and the heat had only reduced his cuddling needs by about forty percent. On top of that, if he knew you’d cooled your body, he’d want in.
The bedroom door slowly rolled open with an ominous
 

squeak. 
You blearily turned your head.
Matt had already stripped out of his shirt, his body so soaked in sweat he almost seemed to shine. On a good day you’d have compared him and his damp, pale skin to a beautiful marble sculpture, to classical paintings of gorgeous Greek Gods emerging from frothing rivers. Now, however, all you could think of was a hot dog pulled straight from the hot, cloudy water at that one food cart you didn’t really trust: 
Shiny. 
Questionably wet. 
And not something you particularly wanted laying on top of you in triple digit weather. 
Matt blinked innocently at you as he slowly shucked his shorts—shorts you hadn’t even realized he owned until this heat wave. It left him in nothing but damp boxers still clinging to his thick thighs. His intent was clear. 
“Shoo,” you croaked. “My cold body. Go away. Go sit in the shower like I did.”
“Everyone else had the same idea. The water pressure’s too low now.” He took a creeping step, and then another, bit by bit making his way around the bed towards you like an overheated panther. “Share it with me. I want it.”
“Come back when it’s ten degrees cooler.”
“I love you,” he sighed sadly, aiming those big, dark, mournful eyes in your general direction as he rounded the bed. Foggy called it Matt’s ‘abandoned kitten in the rain’ look. It was far more effective on you than you’d ever admit to, and on a colder day, it would have worked. But you were quickly reminded of Matt’s true goal when a droplet of sweat rolled down his forehead and into his eyes. He blinked it away with a grunt, nose scrunching like a cat’s as he paused just long enough to wipe it away. Then he was back at it. He sank smoothly to his knees, crawling menacingly towards you across the floor on all fours. “I love you so, so much. Let me hold you, sweetheart. I need you.”
“Fuck off, you goddamn cold thief.” You kicked lethargically at him with one leg the moment he was in range, dodging his grip when he snatched at your ankle. You quickly shifted to your backup plan, which was mostly just rolling like an overcooked rotisserie chicken to the far side of the small cloth nest on the floor. But even after an hour in a cold shower, you still wound up partially stuck to the sheets where sweat had pooled against your lower back, bringing half the fabric with you, making you groan. “Do some Devil meditation to cool down.”
He’d made it fully onto the blankets now, inching towards you, that familiar predatory hunger radiating from every inch of him. He slowly tilted his head, honing in on you, on the exact positioning of his body. Then he flashed you a grin. “This is faster.” 
“I’m not your cold pack—” 
“You’re about to be,” he purred. 
Before you could blink he’d flung himself across the blankets, twining himself around you, trapping you in his sticky grip. You squirmed and rocked weakly in an attempt to escape, a flopping wet fish caught in the clutches of your beloved cuddle octopus, but it was no use, and fighting him off would only heat you up further. You let out a miserable groan, sagging against the floor, and the sound was almost lost beneath his equally loud moan of relief. 
The struggle clearly over, he made his final move, throwing one of his fuzzy, muscular legs over your waist and dragging you back in tighter against him, shoving his hips up against your ass without so much as a, ‘you want some dinner first?’ Just like that you were trapped against a mountain of sweaty, burning Devil. His contented, admittedly-mildly-heat-exhausted little purr into your hair was only matched by your grumble of irritation as his body eagerly began to drain you of every last drop of cold you’d managed to suck up in the shower.
“Why?” you moaned, his sticky, wet skin sliding against yours with every breath, the sweat already pooling between you. You felt like you were trapped against a slip-n-slide. “Why, Matthew?”
“You don’t want me to get heat stroke do you?” he mumbled sadly, though he wasn’t sad enough not to rub his great, big, obnoxious, sweaty head against your damp hair. There must have been some cold left up there, too. “Who will keep you warm in the winter? As if you don’t do this to me when you’re cold. Fair’s fair.” 
“The pot is uncomfortable being called the fuck out by the kettle,” you muttered, reluctantly lifting one arm so he could more easily wrap himself around you. Which he did, with no small amount of pleasure. “This sucks, and I hate it.”
“There is one upside though.”
“What’s that?”
He dragged his head sleepily down to your neck and faceplanted against your damp skin without any hesitation, taking a few long, drunken inhales. When he spoke again, his voice had grown just a little slurred, glutted and thick. “You smell amazing, sweetheart.” 
“No, I smell like I’m a bag of meat that’s marinating,” you said grimly. “Because that’s what I am right now thanks to this heatwave. I am God’s sentient bag of marinating meat.” “Mm, but the bag smells good at least.” Matt rubbed his cheek fondly against your slick shoulder, no doubt luxuriating in all the pheromones bogged down in the sweat clinging to your skin. “We can marinate together.”
Who said romance was dead?
“As flattering as it is that you’re not turned off by how I smell soaked in my own sweat,” you told him tiredly, though not unkindly, “I regret to inform you that Club Vagina is closed until the air stops trying to kill us.” “Fair. Just thought you should know how good you smell.” He yawned, adjusting himself against you. You grimaced when your skin and his stuck together awkwardly for a moment before sliding slickly against each other, only to seemingly glue itself back together a moment later when he settled.
Once he was cooled off, you were absolutely leaving him on this side of the floor nest and making an escape for the other side. Hell, you might be able to talk him into giving you a good six inches of space if you could convince him that a single pinky toe touching qualified as cuddling in spirit, if not in form. 
That he still wanted to cuddle at all was the bigger mystery.
“What I really want to know is how you aren’t dying right now.” You furrowed your brow. “You’re tolerating this and the heat a lot better than I thought you would.”
“Let me put it this way.” He tapped one finger against you almost playfully. “Ninety degrees in the suit feels roughly equal to triple digits when not wearing it. At least this way the sweat has somewhere to go. Some nights I’m surprised I don’t make sloshing sounds when I move.”
Your brain unhelpfully offered up an idea of what that might sound like: a wet squish caught somewhere between the splashing of water in a bucket and the muffled squeak of a water balloon when you squeezed it in your hand. 
You really wished your brain was a little less imaginative. Or specific.
“Oh god.”
“Mhm. Now you know why I sometimes avoid you until I shower after patrol in the summer.”
“That is very much appreciated. Speaking of showers, I could already use another one, but that’s not doable until the water pressure’s back.” You blew out a breath, staring at the wall, the only shield between both of you and the tacky, carnival taffy-thick humidity desperate to find a way in. One of the fans sputtered as if in sympathy, though that likely had more to do with the way it had been running almost non-stop for twelve hours. For all you knew, this was the fan threatening a lawsuit over unpaid overtime. “Until then we just survive. Or evolve into lizards.”
“I choose survival. Might be hard to keep the streets safe if I was a lizard.”
“Unless you were a really big, scary one. A Komodo Devil.” You groaned, flopping your head back against his shoulder. “Then you could chase people off before they take all the ice cream at the store. I don’t suppose you found some?”
“I could only find a box of popsicles.”
“I’ll take it.”
“Except they melted on the way home. So fruit-flavored, room-temperature water in a tube is the best I can offer until they solidify in the freezer again.”
Fuck. 
This wasn’t fair. You bet Turk had ice cream. Somehow. Why couldn’t you have some of that
Actually

“I don’t suppose,” you said innocently, “I could talk you into stealing an air conditioning unit, and maybe some ice cream, from a bad guy?”
Matt was quiet for a long, thoughtful, Catholic moment as he presumably considered the sin of thievery, especially if that thievery involving taking something from a very, very bad person who surely didn’t deserve the cold air and sweet, sweet relief of ice cream as much as you, the love of his life, did.
You pointedly leaned forward, your wet, sweaty body peeling away from him like the hands of a kindergartner who’d coated his palms in Elmer’s glue. 
That did it. “The second I’ve drained all the cold from your body, I’m willing to discuss it.”
“Excellent.”
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nevarrhoe · 5 months ago
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mea culpa (m.m) - 2
SUMMARY: "mea culpa" (exclamation - noun/legal term)
used as an acknowledgement of one's fault or error.
â†Ș in which matt murdock accidentally falls in love with the district attorney's daughter.
warnings: smut, angst, swearing, fem! reader
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It was a little hard to stop thinking about Matthew Murdock over the next few days. 
Nevermind the fact he’d left hickeys all over your neck - it was the fact he was texting you every few hours with absolutely indescribable fantasies that made it difficult to think about anything else. Your blood would run cold every time your phone buzzed, just on the off chance that one of your friends, or god forbid your father, see your phone screen. It put you on edge in the best way. This entire thing was already beyond fucked up for more than one reason and yet, you wanted more. So much more. 
Can’t wait to taste you again. 
Can’t wait to hear you scream my name again. 
Hope you haven’t been thinking about anyone else. 
And it was funny, really, because Matt was a perfectly respectable man from the outside. Quiet, unassuming, a dry sense of humour - you never would have taken him of all people to be the one to make you feel so fucking alive. It wasn’t just how good he was in bed, but rather the thrill of it all. Nothing got your motor running like a situation’s potential to disappoint your father but hey. That was for your therapist to deal with. 
Of course, your father had asked several questions about where you’d disappeared too after the gala on Friday. He was more concerned about it had looked for him, and to have his daughter run out on a big charity event. Your mother had been less worried about that part, and more about her vintage Chanel suit. You’d settled both their worries by a) telling your father you’d had stomach problems (because who was gonna ask about that?) and b) promising to send the Chanel off to a dry cleaner. 
It was on a slow Monday afternoon - exactly three days after you’d met him - that Matt sent you a not so dirty text. It was so casual, in fact, that it caught you more off guard than any of the filth he’d sent you over the weekend. 
Wanna grab lunch? 
“Are you okay, honey?”
You blinked, eyes shooting up to your best friend. Okay, maybe not a best friend - those were hard to come by in high-society. She was your most tolerable friend. It had been her idea to get martinis for lunch. Your idea of fun wasn’t exactly sitting around with five rich girls and their daddy’s credit cards but it wasn’t like you had work to do, right? 
Part of you so badly wanted to tell them about the escapade over the weekend - about how much better an older guy was than all their ridiculous, frat-house boyfriends, and how good he’d made you feel. But did you trust them? Not with your damn life. And for risk of being cut out of your father’s will, you figured it was something to keep to yourself. 
“Yeah,” you cleared your throat. “I gotta ditch. My dad needs me to get something from his office.”
Grabbing your jacket - a tan Chanel parka, naturally - you slid out of the booth and straight out of the restaurant. Matt’s number was dialed into your phone before you even hit the street. 
“Matthew, hi!” you greeted him. “I’m down for lunch.”
“Perfect,” you could hear the smile in his voice. “Wanna come by my office?”
“Sure. Want me to grab takeout?”
“It’s okay. I already have lunch here.”
“Okay. Text me the address.”
–
The Nelson & Murdock office wasn’t too far from where you’d been. Hell’s Kitchen wasn’t exactly your stomping ground but your Uber had dropped you off right outside, and you had a taser in your bag. Not to mention the years of Krav Maga and karate that you’d done in high school and college. You could have been a damn vigilante if you wanted to. 
It was the shorter, Nelson half of Nelson and Murdock that saw you first. He seemed taken aback at first - maybe by your expensive appearance, but also maybe because every other person in the room was a middle-aged man there for free legal advice. By the looks of your Chanel bag and red-soled shoes, he figured you probably didn’t need any legal advice for free. Especially not from him. It seemed much more apparent that you had the likes of Jeri Hogarth in your pocket should you need any legal assistance. 
“Hello. Hi.” Foggy greeted you with wide eyes. “Do you have an appointment?”
“Uh, no,” you turned around to face him, sticking out your hand. “You’re Nelson, right?”
“I am Nelson,” he replied, shocked look still not faltering. “How do you know my name?”
“I’m a friend of Matt’s,” you explained. “I don’t suppose he’s around?”
Speak of the devil. Your conversation was cut short by Murdock’s entrance. He looked hot in a suave sort of way; tie loosened around his neck, top button undone and sleeves rolled up. It was the first time you’d seen him since you’d left his apartment early on Saturday morning and frankly, you didn’t know how to act. Most of the men you slept with didn’t invite you to their offices for lunch - hell, most of them didn’t have offices. 
“Hey, Murdock,” you gave him a small wave.
“Hey - come in,” Matt shot you a grin, ushering over to his own office in the corner. 
It was neater than you’d thought it would be; there was a laptop perched on his desk, with a braille translator and a stack of legal files. They were probably the same legal files your dad had, just..the other side of the story. After all, Nelson and Murdock were known for looking out for the little guy. That was much more admirable than daddy dearest and his famously corrupt evidence. 
“Your shirt fits better today,” you commented, shrugging off your jacket. “That’s a real shame.”
“Is that a comment about my arms or the way I dress?”
“I think you know that it’s about your arms.”
You pushed aside the files, hopping up onto Matt’s desk. He had you caged in within a second, broad hands gripping your hips and guiding you up into a kiss. It was a little softer than the ones you’d shared on Friday night - there was less heat; a causal air to it. You didn’t think it was possible to miss the lips of a man you’d fucked exactly once. 
“So,” you murmured against him. “You said you had lunch here.”
“I do,” Matt gave you a shit-eating grin. “You.”
“Matthew!” you hissed, hitting his shoulder. “Did you seriously invite me over here just for a fuck?”
“Not exactly!” he quickly replied, raising his hands in surrender. “I wanted to check in with you and see how you were.”
“Oh, okay,” you raised an eyebrow, pleasantly surprised. “I’m not too bad. I was having lunch with some of my friends when you texted-”
Matt suddenly attached his lips to your neck, teeth gently nipping on the same mark he’d left a few days ago. You didn’t mean to let out a moan, but how could you not? 
“Matthew!” you exclaimed again. 
“No, go on!” he stopped for a second. “I’m listening. You were having lunch with your friends and
”
“And you texted and I was bored, so I left and - Jesus fucking Christ, that feels so good.”
Matt raised an eyebrow. “You left your friends to see me?”
“I would leave my dying Aunt Betty’s bedside to see you,” you said. Without a second thought, you grabbed him by the tie and pulled him back towards you. “Enough catching up. I’m good to have lunch now.”
He gave you a grin and a few moments later, his hands found your way under your ass. Matt shoved aside the pile of legal papers and moved you further onto the desk, lips back on your neck and working a thousand times harder than they had before. Instinctively, you tangled a hand in his hair and just let him have at it. 
The build-up wasn’t as tense as it had been the first time you fucked, but that was because Matt knew you better now. He pretty much had you memorised; the ticklish spot on your neck, the most sensitive spot on your hips, the way you liked his nails to dig into your back just enough to hurt. That was just a testament to him. Who else would remember that? Who else would take the time to learn what you liked after just once? 
“Not that I don’t enjoy this,” Matt paused for a second. “But my lunch break isn’t that long. If we’re gonna do this, we’re gonna have to be quick.”
“You’re real cheap, Matthew Murdock,” you scowled. “Do you invite all girls over here for a fuck disguised as lunch and then rush them?”
“No, not all of them,” he shot back. “Some are more breakfast kinda gals-”
“- oh shut the fuck up.”
Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled him back into a kiss. Matt couldn’t help but smile against you - at how badly you wanted him, how you chastised him but still didn’t stop him. 
It was in that moment that you thanked every deity there was that you’d chosen to wear a skirt that day. But frankly, you wouldn’t have given a fuck if Matt had ripped your Versace mini-skirt to shreds. He would have been okay with that too, especially if it meant you have to borrow a shirt of his to leave in. 
Still, Matthew Murdock was nothing if not respectable - at least enough so not to destroy your designer clothes. Instead, he simply pushed it up, large hands making their way to your ass cheeks and giving one of them a light slap. You froze when he did - how many clients were out there in the waiting room right now? Even with the blinds closed and the door shut, how many of them could hear what was going on? 
“Problem?” Matt paused. 
“There are people out there who could hear us-”
“- not with the air conditioning on. Foggy always has it going. Don’t worry.”
You scowled. “How do you know that?”
“Just do.”
Matt wasted no time in resuming his activities. Grabbing you by the hips again, he lifted you with ease and spun you around so that he was the one on the desk, and you were in his lap. The friction of his hard-on in his trousers against your core was almost unbearable and he could tell you were desperate by the way your grip on him suddenly tightened. 
“Look at you,” he grinned. There was something about the way his voice dropped four octaves every time he was about to fuck you. “You’re calling me sloppy but you’re gagging for it, aren’t you?”
You let out a small grumble, shaking your head. “I thought you didn’t have time to tease?”
“You’re lucky that I don’t have time to do a lot of the things I want to do to you, sweetheart,” he said. “Everyone out there would be able to hear me fucking you if I didn’t have to be back in twenty minutes.”
“Matthew,” you growled. “I don’t care how long you have - if you’re not inside me in the next thirty seconds, I’m going somewhere else.”
“I didn’t think there would be many men around at this time willing.”
You let out a derivative snort, acrylic nails dragging down his neck and hand settling ever so gently on his throat. “You think I don’t have plenty of offers? You’re not the only man who can make me scream.”
It was almost like your words awakened something in Matt. In a flash, he’d pulled you off the desk and positioned you against it; there was the sound of his belt and a second later, his dick was inside you. Rock hard and beautiful, and the perfect length to have you clenching around him in mere fucking seconds. 
He wasted no time in pounding into you from behind, one hand tangling his fingers with yours on the desk and the other wrapped around your throat. You had complete and utter trust in him and maybe that was why you placed your own hand over his and encouraged him to squeeze harder. 
Matt’s movements were rapid and consistent: time was of the essence after all, and there was no way in hell he was going back to work until you came. 
It didn’t take much, to be honest. Not when you had his gruff voice muttering things in your ear. It was hard not to make noise then - Matt moved his hand from your throat accordingly, clutching it over your mouth in an attempt to muffle your moans. What an ass. Not to mention that it only made you even fucking louder. 
“Do they make you feel this good?” he teased. “Do they?”
He managed to hit the right spot over and over and it wasn’t long before you felt that knot in your stomach. It was a plunge; like a plane falling out of the sky, anything that caused a sharp drop in your gut. The room was practically spinning around you as you came undone, red acrylics digging into the skin of Matt’s arm for some kind of relief. 
“There we go, sweetheart,” Matt murmured. He softened his pace, slowing down for a minute to revel in his own high. “Good girl.”
He released his hand from your mouth, chest heaving against your back for a minute as you both came down from your respective orgasms. A broad arm wrapped around your waist, steadying you. Matthew Murdock was a gentleman, even when he was rearranging your guts. 
You slowly turned around to face him, pulling him into another desperate kiss. 
“Are you free tomorrow night?” Matt softly asked. 
“Yeah, I am,” you ran a hand down his chest, faltering for a second. “Why? You gonna take me out for dinner?”
“Yeah, but an actual meal. It’s not a euphemism, I promise,” he gave you a grin. 
You returned the gesture for a minute, a wide smile on your face - but then it faltered. “Matthew, I would love for you to take me on a date, and I adore spending time with you but
”
“But what?”
“My dad,” you groaned, dropping your head into his shoulder. “If anyone catches me with you, I’m done for - as hot as that is.”
Matt couldn’t help but chuckle. “Okay, fine. What if we just hang out at my apartment and get take out? You can dress like a slob and no-one will see us.”
“Yeah, that sounds great,” your smile quickly returned. “But I am not dressing like a slob. I wear Chanel or I wear nothing.”
“I would much prefer it if you wore nothing.”
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sturniololuvz · 3 months ago
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heyy your account is so cute omg! i was wondering if you could do a fic where chris is a single dad and his daughter comes home from her friend’s house and he notices she’s got a hickey and he and the triplets notice and confront her about it
thank youuu! i love this fic so much !
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“What the Hell Is That?”
Y/N walked into the apartment like she always did — cool, casual, hoodie up, hair a little messy, but no big deal. She dropped her bag at the door and muttered a “hey” toward the living room, where the boys were all hanging out.
Chris looked up from his phone. “Yo. How was Lily’s?”
“Fine,” she said quickly, already heading for the stairs.
Too quick.
Too clean.
Chris narrowed his eyes. “Hold up.”
She froze.
“Come here,” he said, his voice calm — but with that edge that meant he knew something.
Y/N turned slowly. “What?”
Chris stood up. Nick and Matt glanced over from the couch, watching.
“Come. Here.”
She swallowed but obeyed. When she stepped into the light, Chris reached out and gently tugged her hoodie down just an inch.
There it was.
Red-purple. Faint but unmistakable. A hickey, high enough on her collarbone that she hadn’t completely hidden it.
Chris stared at it for a beat. Silent.
Then: “What the hell is that?”
Y/N flinched. “It’s not— It’s nothing, okay? Just—”
“Don’t lie to me,” he snapped, his voice rising fast. “Don’t stand in this house and lie to me, Y/N.”
Nick let out a long whistle. “Oh, she’s dead.”
Matt looked like he was watching a car crash in real time.
“Who did it?” Chris demanded, stepping back. “Who the hell put their hands on you?”
“No one touched me!” she shouted.
He scoffed. “Right. So you gave yourself a damn hickey?”
“Chris,” Matt said carefully, “maybe chill for a second—”
“Don’t tell me to chill!” Chris snapped, eyes still locked on Y/N. “You’re sixteen, Y/N. You’re in school. You’re not supposed to be going around getting marked up by some dumbass kid who probably doesn’t even—”
“It wasn’t like that!” she yelled, eyes suddenly shining with angry tears. “It wasn’t some random hookup, okay?! It was someone I trust. Someone I care about.”
“And that makes it okay?!” Chris thundered.
“No, but— I’m not a little kid anymore!” she cried. “You can’t control everything I do.”
“I’m not trying to control you,” he snapped. “I’m trying to protect you! Because you don’t get what this looks like, what this leads to, and I will not let you throw yourself into something you’re not ready for.”
Y/N’s voice broke. “You don’t even know me anymore.”
That hurt more than the hickey.
Chris blinked, and some of the fury faded — just a little. “I know you. I know you’re smart, and stubborn, and emotional as hell. But I also know you’re still figuring it all out, and you don’t have to rush into things that’ll hurt you.”
Nick, suddenly serious, nodded. “We’re not judging you, Y/N. We’re just pissed because we care.”
Matt added, softer, “You could’ve told us. Or Chris. He’d freak out, yeah — but he’d listen.”
Chris’s voice dropped, rough now. “You don’t have to sneak around like this. You’re my daughter. I’m gonna yell, sure, but I’m always gonna fight for you. Even when it’s against yourself.”
She stood there in silence, hands shaking, eyes rimmed red.
Finally, she whispered, “I didn’t mean to disappoint you.”
Chris stepped forward and pulled her into a tight hug. “I’m not disappointed. I’m scared.”
She clutched his shirt. “I’m sorry.”
“I know.”
They stood like that for a long time — quiet, heartbeats thudding, the kind of love that held even when it hurt.
Then, Chris pulled back and wiped her cheek. “You’re grounded for two weeks. Phone, sleepovers, all of it.”
Y/N nodded. “Fair.”
Nick held up a hoodie. “You also need a turtleneck.”
Matt grinned. “Yeah, we’re getting you a scarf collection, vampire girl.”
“Shut up,” she mumbled, but even she cracked a smile.
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Written for the @corrodedcoffinfest Black Friday pop-up event.
Prompts: Black, Friday, "I'm not standing in line for that", Leftovers, Trampled, One Day Only, "I am giving thanks."
Yeah... all of them, and you're right, it was a stupid idea.
Part 1
Word Count: Pt1 - 3080 | Rating: M | CW: Past suicidal ideation (very subtle, blink and you'll miss, I'm just being cautious) | POV: Mixed - Pt1 Eddie, Pt2 Steve, Pt3 Eddie | Pairing: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson | Tags: Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Gareth CC, Jeff CC, Matt CC, Wayne Munson, disabled Eddie Munson, pining, protective Gareth, protective Steve, kissing, guitars, reference to canon typical injuries, references to blood and injury - - please let me know if you think I've missed any.
I'm posting in 3 parts, because this is nearly 12k in total, which is a lot. Mods - hope that's ok! I'll link them all together. :)
There’s a wispy smell of smoke wafting under his bedroom door.
Something’s on fire.
His eyes fly open. Holy shit, something’s on fire!
Eddie pulls himself out of bed as quick as he can; in a fraction of a second his mind has managed to flick through his options like a rolodex  - grab his crutches, yes or no? Should he put clothes on? It’s freezing outside, he should at least bring a sweater, right? Shoes though, those are definitely important. Maybe he doesn’t need to go out at all, maybe it’s small and he can deal with it himself—
He’s hears crashing and banging from his kitchen, followed by a loud “Mother fucker!” 
That is definitely not Wayne.
He’s on fire and he’s being burgled.
He grabs a crutch with the full intention of braining someone with it, and drags his sleep addled body through the house. He stumbles into his kitchen, crutch raised to find Steve Harrington waving a towel around, and something smouldering in the sink while being doused with water.
“Uh, what the fuck is going on?”
Steve spins around, the towel waving come to an abrupt end.
“Shit, I didn’t mean to wake you.”
Eddie limps to the kitchen table and gingerly lowers himself into a seat. It’s been eight months since
 since. His mind is in a surprisingly good place, all things considered, but his body, not so much. After everything, after Chrissy, God rest her soul, and Patrick, and being hunted by an entire town, and then being ripped apart by creatures that shouldn’t exist outside of comic books and fantasy games, after all of that his body just said ‘enough.’ The bats got enough bone, muscle and tendon to leave him changed in ways he couldn’t imagine when he was sitting under Skull Rock trying to make sense of what his life was going to be like if he lived long enough to see it;  court cases, long prison sentences (or death row), and a complete and utter mental breakdown. He avoided the court proceedings and prison, but he got his mental breakdown eventually, once the relief of being alive and the undoing of handcuffs had sunk in. He was free. He was going to live. Time for his mind to try and process the tsunami of emotions that overwhelmed it during the summer.
He got through it.
There’s a number of reasons for that. Wayne, first and foremost. Wayne, who never doubted him, who had always done his best by Eddie, somehow managed to step it up another notch. He took extended leave from work, that Eddie knows he couldn’t afford unless he had managed to dip into what Eddie knew to be an extremely meagre savings account. Eddie doesn’t love easy, trusts people even less so. People leave. People can be bitterly mean, people can hit and lash out when you’re least expecting it. His father was a viper in their nest of a home, always coiled, ready to strike. Wayne was never like that. Eddie pushed that mans buttons so hard but there were no hands raised, no words that couldn’t be taken back. Just disappointment. Anger was rare, but Eddie had been beyond a fucker to him at times, when he was young and the world had torn away everything he knew, the good and the bad. They fought, then they made up. Nothing was held over his head, nothing got filed away and thrown at him at a later date. They fought, they said sorry, they moved on. 
Eddie doesn’t love easy, and he trusts people even less so, but the exception to that is, and always will be, Wayne Munson.
Of course, there is also the Nerd Brigade that he kind of thought he would just never really hear from again, if he’s honest. They went to school together, he ran campaigns for them, and okay, they saved him from something horrific but like, it’s just something he got caught up in right? He didn’t really mean anything to them, after all. 
Except, they visited him in the hospital. They came to visit him at home. They brought him books and tapes and magazines, and kept him company when he was stuck in bed most days. Brought him movies once he could make it to the sofa. He wasn’t in the mood for them in those early days, especially when he was stuck in his little tar pit, but they kept throwing him ropes until he hung on. Stubborn to the bitter end.
Gareth, and Jeff and Matt. Well, that was more complicated, because they couldn’t ever know what had happened, and explaining away injuries like his was tough when you can’t say the words ‘inter-dimensional bats.’ There was a wall there for a while. It’s a fence now. They can see over the top of it, can link hands and shoot the shit, but it’s still a divider. Maybe one day they’ll get to push the last of it down.
The last reason he managed to climb out that nasty fucking pit of self loathing and pity was currently standing in his kitchen with an exasperated look on his face, dish towel over his shoulders and hands on his hips. 
Dustin and the other kids he could understand. They’re excitable chimps, nerds of the highest order. They have things in common, things to talk to him about that gave him a reason to wake up in the morning, and get out of bed. And his band, well they’re his band, you know? Brothers in arms, even if the arms are linked a little looser than before.
But Steve Harrington turning up to their new home? Nope, that was not on his recovery bingo card.
Steve was there in the hospital, dropping off and picking up kids. So sometimes he sat with him a while, when the chimps were visiting Max. And then one day Chief Powell walks in, mutters some half assed apology and uncuffs him. Just like that. As it turned out, those cuffs were the finger in the dam. And once you take the finger away, it all comes pouring out.
Eddie’s not entirely sure about what happened next. He knows he let out the most embarrassingly loud sob, and that spurred Steve into motion because then he’s being held; Steve was on his bed wrapping his arms around him, and fuck if Eddie didn’t hurt all over, his skin, his legs, his everything on fire, but it felt good to be held. To have someone to press their mouth so close to his ear and tell him it’s okay, you’re going to be okay, for someone to stroke his hair, lay a comforting hand on his back. For someone to reach the pain that morphine could never dull.
After that, Steve was just there, with or without the little assholes that tormented him. He was there the day the doctors told him they couldn’t do much more for him, he was there the day Eddie went home. He had been there even when Eddie wasn’t; the asshole had helped Wayne move into their new little house and decorate the place. 
He was there through the summer, there with the kids, there without. He was there when all Eddie could do was stare blankly at a wall, and he was there when all Eddie could do was cry. He was there when things started to get better.
And now he’s here, setting fire to Wayne’s new kitchen at eight P.M.  on Thanksgiving. 
“Not that I’m not pleased to see you, obviously, but um
 why are you setting fire to my home?”
“I wasn’t setting fire to your home, asshole. I was trying to—“ he gestures angrily at the sink, “make you dinner. Or heat, it up at least. But that’s ruined, so
”
“Dinner?”
Steve shrugs at him, flushes a little across his cheeks, and Eddie does his best not to think about that too much.
“I just— when you said Wayne was working tonight, I just thought, you know. Like, your first Thanksgiving after
 and I just thought—” He’s beet red, looks firmly at the floor, at the wall, at literally anywhere other than Eddie. “I just didn’t want you to be on your own, thats all.”
It’s not a revelation, exactly. He had several offers for Thanksgiving dinner; Hop and The Byers, which would have been desperately awkward, the Wheelers, an absolutely firm but polite no, and even the Sinclair and Hendersons. And it was all lovely, honestly, that people were over the Satan workshopping thing, but they’d moved onto the pity thing. And more fundamentally than that, their Thanksgivings were never going to be like his and Wayne’s Thanksgiving, and that’s fine. Variety is the spice of life, and he’s sure they’ll have a great time. It’s just not for him.
But maybe it is. Because Steve didn’t want him to be alone, and there’s a little lump growing deep in his throat. 
“That’s
 really nice, actually.”
Steve huffs, dramatically. “Yeah, well, it’s ruined. Mom gave me all this left over food and all I had to do was leave it in the oven,” he scrabbles around on the counter, in amongst the dishes and retrieves a piece of paper. “It’s all here, all the times, the temperatures. And I fucking nodded off and now it’s—“ he gestures to the sink again.
Eddie climbs out of his seat and makes his way to the sink. He winces at the sight of what he thinks might have been some turkey.
“It’s pretty black.”
Steve sighs. “Understatement.”
“If you were trying to make charcoal you did a pretty good job.”
“Ha ha.” 
Steve flops into the chair Eddie vacated. “I just wanted it to be perfect for you. You know, it’s been a shitty year, like for everyone, but you especially.” He tails off, his voice gets quieter, as if he’s embarrassed by it.
Something swells inside of Eddie, a knot of happiness. Not at how dejected Steve is, but at how much it had clearly meant to him that this was good for Eddie. 
Perfect. He wanted it to be perfect. 
He needs to not be reading into things so much. There be dragons, after all.
Steve looks miserable, and Eddie hates that, can’t bear it actually, so he makes his way back to the table and flops into the chair facing Steve’s.
“Hey,” he says softly, nudging Steve’s hand with his. “Honestly I really appreciate the thought.” 
And who is this Eddie Munson that doesn’t mock people for being considerate, for putting effort into things he’s never considered important? A habit born out of bitterness at not having parents like everyone else’s, at not just being different, but having to lean into the different, to own otherness before someone else takes it and wraps it around him anyway. 
He does appreciate the thought. He’s revelling in it and trying desperately to keep a lid on just how much it means to him. Outside of Wayne, who has cared this much about whether he has nice things?
Steve leans back in his seat, that quick flash of red colouring his cheeks again. “Yeah, well, the thought isn’t much good if it’s sitting in the sink burnt to a fucking crisp, is it?”
“How was your Thanksgiving?”
Steve shrugs. “It was okay. Mom was hosting this year, so we had like, a million people in the house. My cousins are a fucking nightmare, honestly, probably ripping my room apart as we speak. Animals.”
“Was the food good?”
The confused little ripple on Steve’s face is cuter than it has any right to be, and Eddie doesn’t even make an effort to stop the little smile that he knows is pulling at his own lips. He rests his head in on hand, elbow planted on the table.
“Yeah, it was good. You’d know that if I didn’t fuck up reheating it. I should have just put it in the microwave, seriously, I don’t why my mom—“
“Was the company good?”
“Uh, sure. It’s nice to see the family, yeah.”
“Was it perfect?”
There’s a silence, a little wrinkle as Steve wonders on the question. There’s something about sitting here with Steve, just the two of them at the kitchen table, burnt food in the sink. Something warm. Something homey. Like Steve fits in ways Eddie had never imagined anyone fitting. It’s resolute and fast and comes from nowhere - I want this. Eddie buries it as fast as it came.
“I mean, it was nice, sure.”
“But was it perfect?”
Steve shrugs and it strikes Eddie that Steve might think he’s being made fun of, that Eddie is goading him somehow, and nothing could be further from the truth.
“You know how I usually spend Thanksgiving? Wayne usually works it, money’s too good to pass up, you know? So he works, and I get up early and then we have a couple of Turkey dinners and a couple of beers, and maybe pie if we could get one. And then we sit in front of the TV until Wayne falls asleep in his chair. And I cover the old man up in a blanket, and I leave him to sleep for the day. I go to my room and I listen to music and I read and then when it’s time to wake him up we have waffles and ice cream and maybe some more pie if we’re feeling extra decadent. Then he goes to work. 
“And I’m here by myself and yeah, it’s lonely, sometimes. But I have Wayne, and so I get a day to be thankful for that. It’s not perfect by most people’s standards, but it’s perfect for me.”
Steve looks at him, awed.
“Holy shit.”
It feels reverent, oddly, like Steve has seen this gentle part of him, like he’s unpicked locks for Steve, like he’s—
“You’re such a sap.”
Asshole!
“I am not!”
Steve leans back in the dining chair, wood creaking dangerously, grinning widely. 
“You are! You’re a fucking sap, Eddie Munson. How did anyone think you were cool enough to be a Satan worshipper?”
Eddie damn near splutters at it. “Oh fuck you Harrington! Look at me, I’m practically the Prince of Darkness.”
“Okay, so that’s Ozzy—.”
“You remember—“
“—and also you’re a fucking pussycat.”
He has to bite his tongue, can’t say anything else or it might be something he can’t take back. And he doesn’t want to lose this. He’s never been short of friends, he has the band, and okay, they’re like eleven years old or something, but Dustin and the dweeb crew are friends now, too. There’s Robin, and Nancy - Nancy fucking Wheeler for Christ’s sake - and then there’s Steve.
There’s something to be said for people seeing you at your worst and sticking with you regardless. All of those people - okay, not the band - have seen him at his worst. Dead is probably him at his worst. Bloodied and torn open is not a good look for anyone. He feels sick thinking about it. But they saw it. 
Steve saw it, then he tried to fix it.
Or well, Steve gave him CPR; no one wants to know they’ve had CPR performed on them, it’s a window into an event that he really doesn’t want to think about. But it was Steve, and somehow that feels big in a way he can’t put his finger on.
And then Steve got him out, and Steve kept him alive in the car all the way to the hospital, and Steve screamed at a nurse until they brought a gurney, and Steve, Steve, Steve. It always comes back to Steve.
Crushes are childish things, things for hair twirling girls and handsome boys, and Eddie has never had crushes. He watches someone from afar and then stuffs it away, squashes it before it gets that far. He watched Steve, once, before folding that feeling neatly and stuffing it in a box marked ‘I Can’t Have It.’ 
But there’s something to be said for a man saving your life, for risking his own to save yours, and then for sticking with you for months after. For not just being there physically, but mentally, emotionally. There’s a bond that has been growing, a root deep within Eddie, a seed that’s been there for years but has finally been watered, has had the sun of a long hot summer to grow it; Steve is his best friend. But the flutter of more, of want, sings within him.
Sitting here with him, hands almost touching over the worn top of the kitchen table, burnt turkey in the sink, over cooked potatoes and solid gravy on the counter, it’s as close to looking at that neatly folded thing as he dares, and this time when he stuffs it back inside it hurts.
“So,” Steve says, with a soft knock-knock on the table. “Have you got plans for tomorrow? Hitting up the stores?”
Eddie can’t help the snort of laughter. “Uh, no. Just chilling here, I think. The guys asked me to go with them to Indie, but
 not really in the mood for walking around the mall all day, you know?”
Steve flashes a look, like concern maybe? 
“Oh. Everything okay?”
“No, yeah, everything’s fine. Just tired is all. And you know,” he taps his leg, the only shorthand he needs for the shit show that has become his body. He smiles, big and as genuine as he can make it and it does the trick as Steve’s shoulders relax.
“What about you? Big plans?” Eddie crosses his arms and leans across the table with a wide grin on his face. “A date, maybe?” It stings his lips to say it.
“Yeah, right,” Steve scoffs. “Robin wants to get away from her family for the day, I think she has about a hundred Buckley’s camped out in her place. You’re welcome to join us?”
That flutter again. He’s so close to saying yes before he reins it in.
“Nah, I think I’m just going to laze around in my pyjamas for the day. But thanks for the offer.”
“Okay, well, if you change your mind
”
They spend the rest of the evening throwing out what’s left of Mrs Harrington’s prize, and very, very black, turkey, and ordering a pizza. And Eddie doesn’t think anymore about that thing folded up inside of him.
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kardpackcb · 2 months ago
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â™Łïž im your big dumb alpha *swings him around*
♠ dont be sorry. Be excited *laughs* I know I am. The girls would be happy to help you get ready.
♊ Mushy isn't always bad *giggles* I think they're cute
*groans and slumps over rolling her eyes harder* UGH~ *smiles* Yep! Its a mixture of the moon and lake. I'll explain it to you while we get you ready
♄ *kisses her cheek* We need flowers and to get Ace something to wear
â™Łïž You have just over two weeks... Think he'll go for it?
♠ Yes *smiles* I know he will
@kardpackcb
đŸŒȘ: *looks at him* tell me *tugs at his sleeve* I want to know
♄: *blinks with a confused smile* 2 weeks for what?
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sturniholo · 1 year ago
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early rise cafe - matt sturniolo
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The smell of coffee and pancakes filled your nose as you swiped your rag across the counter. A customer had just left, leaving a few bills behind for your tip. You picked them up with a smile, carefully tucking them into your apron. Although you had only started your shift an hour ago, you knew today was going to be busy.
Early Rise Cafe was the place to be on a hot, summer morning. It was one of the few restaurants left in town that was family-owned and served food made with love. You would always work there in the summer. Your mom knew the family who owned the cafe, so when you were old enough to work, you were guaranteed a job there.
You couldn't complain. It was quite a nice place to work. The staff was warm and welcoming, which is exactly what you needed early in the morning. The look of the place quickly became a favorite of yours. They hadn't changed the aesthetic of the decor since the place opened, but you dug the retro vibe. It was also evident in your uniform; a white blouse and skirt with a red and white checkered apron.
As you turned to put your rag in the sink, the bell on the front door chimed. You steered your attention to the customer, putting on your friendliest smile. It was a young man, close to your age. As he got closer, you could see tattoos littering his arms, which were on display in his white tee and jeans.
"Good morning. Could I interest you in a cup of coffee?" You held up the pot with a smile, waiting for his response.
He took a seat on the stool in front of you, resting his arms on the counter. "Yeah, that would be great, thanks." He watched as you grabbed a mug and set it down in front of him. You poured the coffee in, the heat creating a small cloud of steam in front of you.
As it reached the top, you set the pot down. "I'll be right back with a menu for you." You turned around, making your way towards the kitchen.
The boy grabbed a packet of sugar and ripped it open. He watched as the sugar fell into his coffee, disintegrating within a second. He stirred it with a coffee stirrer. He wasn't sure why he had done that. He didn't even like coffee that much. But for some reason, he couldn't say no when you had smiled at him.
You pushed open the kitchen door, menu in hand. You set it down in front of him with a smile. "I would recommend hotcakes; they seem to be a favorite. No rush of course. Take your time." You walked to the other side of the counter, giving him time to look over the menu.
He watched as you walked away, not an ounce of his attention on the menu. You were very attractive to him. The way your hair bounced as you walked and how pretty your smile was had him distracted.
You came back after a minute. "Ready to order?" You pulled out your notepad and pencil, getting ready to write down his order.
He blinked at you. "I think I'll get the hotcakes. I trust your judgment," he joked.
You smiled as you scribbled on your notepad. "I'll have that right out for you."
To pass the time, he thought he would try the coffee. He picked up the mug, bringing it to his mouth. He knew it was still hot, so he blew on it before taking a sip. As soon as the bitter liquid hit his mouth, his face scrunched up in disgust.
"You don't have to drink it, ya know?" He set the mug down, looking over at you. You had been watching him from the cash register. "Do you even like coffee?" He shook his head, making you chuckle. "So why did you get it?"
He shrugged his shoulders. "I couldn't say no to you for some reason."
"Don't you know how to butter a girl up," you joked. You made your way back into the kitchen.
After a minute, you came out with a plate of hot cakes. You set them down in front of him. "Is there anything else I can get ya?"
He looked up at you, finally allowing himself to make eye contact with you. "A job application." You raised your eyebrows at his request. Based on your reaction, he regretted his decision to speak. "Shit, was that stupid?"
You shook your head with a laugh. "No, you're all good. Just unexpected is all." You watched as he bit into his pancake, smiling to himself. "Let me go check if we have any." You turned and made your way to your boss's office.
You saw him sitting at his desk, typing something on his computer. His grandparents started the restaurant and it got passed down to him over the years. You lightly knocked on the door, making your presence known to him. "Rich, can I ask you something?"
He looked up from his computer, giving you his full attention. "Shoot."
"Do we have any job applications?"
He furrowed his brows at you. "Why? Who's asking?"
You let out a nervous chuckle. "There's a guy out there who's interested in working here and he asked for an application."
"You know we don't just hire anyone," he said with a sigh.
You internally cursed yourself. Of course, he wouldn't just hand out applications. He tended to keep business between family and friends of the family, but maybe he could make an exception.
"I know, I know. But please, Rich. He seems like a nice guy. You know I wouldn't even think to ask if I thought he wouldn't be a good fit." You gave him your best puppy dog eyes, trying your hardest to persuade him.
After what felt like an eternity of him staring at you, he let out a deep sigh. His hands flipped through the papers on his desk, trying to find a certain piece. He eventually handed you a piece of paper. You looked over it with a smile. It was a job application. "Thanks, Rich. I promise you won't regret this." You clutched the paper to your chest as you made your way back to the counter.
When you got back, his plate was empty and he was looking around the room. "Here ya go." You handed him the paper, which he gladly accepted. "Just fill it out and hand it back to me." You pulled out a pen from your apron and passed it over to him.
After a few minutes, which you spent cleaning up his dishes and wiping the counter, he was done with the application. You read it over, smiling as you read his name. "This looks great, Matt. I have no doubts he wouldn't hire you."
He raised a brow at your words. "How did you know my name?"
You let out a laugh. "It's the first thing you had to write."
A deep red spread across his face, making you chuckle to yourself. "Oh, yeah." Based on his tone, you could tell he was embarrassed. "So, how do you like working here?"
"It's a great job." You leaned across the counter, resting your arms on the cool surface. "Everyone is super friendly here. And the pay is good too." He nodded his head at you. "Well, I'm going to take this back to Rich." He gave you a nod before you turned to walk away. 
After you handed in his application, you made your way back out to Matt. "From what I can tell, he's impressed by you."
"Really?"
"Mhm. He should get back to you in a few days." He nodded at you. Suddenly, an idea popped into your head. "Unless you want me to," you suggested.
His face slightly lit up. "What do you mean?"
You wiped your hands on your apron before sliding your phone out of the pocket. You pulled up your contacts and went to make a new phone. "Here, put your number in for me." You passed him the phone. He smiled as he took it in his hands, typing away happily. "I'll probably be able to give you his answer faster than he can. And who knows, maybe your number will be useful in the future." 
He smiled as he passed the phone back. "Yeah, for sure." He glanced over at the clock on the wall. He got up from the stool, reaching into his pocket for his wallet. "Well, I better get going," he said as he handed you his card. You took it from him and went to the cash register. He watched as you swiped his card, smiling as you did. He pulled out a 20 from his wallet and set it on the counter.
"Well, I guess I'll see you later, Matt." You smiled as you handed him his card. 
"See ya later." He smiled before turning to leave, the bell chiming as he opened the door. 
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a/n: sorry for posting this later than expected 😭 and yes there will be multiple parts for this !!
tags: @jnkvivi @pjmpcyy @raysmayhem-72 @mattscurlygirly @patscorner @chrattstromboli @junnniiieee07 @imwetforyourmom
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alcalystrasz · 1 year ago
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I had an illumination of a possible byler scene in season 5. For those of you who saw the leak where we (spoiler alert) see Mike in his room, I guess, with a typewriter on his desk. So I was like "hmm what if we're going to see him write a story or something in season 5?" And then, this came up in my head:
"Mike is sit on the chair facing his desk in his room. Hands on his typewriter, thinking about the next step of his story. While he's scratching his head, he hears someone knocking on his door, so he turns his head to the sound and notices Will.
-Hey. What's up? He asks his best friend.
-Nothing much, I was just... wondering, what you were doing, answers Will.
-Oh, hum, nothing. Just, writing something.
-Writing? What are you writing? He asks calmly, walking up to Mike.
-A story, hum, maybe a future project, I don't know yet, he responds, putting his head down. Will gets closer, looks down then looks at his friend again.
-May I sit? Mike raises his eyebrows and blinks multiple times before answering:
-Yeah, yeah... sure.
Will sits next to him, there's not much space in between them anymore, and that gets both in a sort of embarrassment. Will breaks the silence:
-So, what's this story about? He asks turning his head to him. Mike glances at his lips then looks at his eyes again.
-Uh, well... He turns his head away. It's... about a boy. Called Matthew. He has, like, 3 bests friends... They, uh, they have this... hobby? They love, DnD. Will smiles and looks at the machine, then looks back at Mike. They, hum, play it, one night, until late. And that same night, one of his bests friends... gets lost. Will looks down. He hum... when the kids learn it, they get worried, jut especially Matt, because... he turns his head to Will. He.... cares about him, like... a lot. Will smiles and glances at Mike's lips.
-Tell me more, he says.
Mike looks at him for a short moment then, looks at his arms.
-When... when they agree to go, look, for him...in the woods.... they meet a girl. A random girl.
-Really? He asks.
-Yeah, he says while looking at him and smiling.
-And this girl, who is she?
-She has, like, mind abilities. She can read into your minds, control your mind... all that shit, you know?
-And Matt, did he fall in love with her?
Mike looks away and sighs. He looks back at Will and shakes his head.
-No, no... he didn't. He never did. Will frowns and keep staring at his friend. Hum... that girl, says she's like... capable of finding him, so they go look for him. But, they can't do anything, and... one night, the police... find his body. The two friends were sad, but... he looks at Will. Matt was the most sad. He went directly home, leaving everyone, and just cried into his mother's arms. Will looks at Mike, with visible tears in his eyes. And he kept crying, in his room, because.... he... cared. So much cared, for him... He never wanted to lose him. But he did, and that broke him, he sighs.
Will gets closer to Will and asks:
-Then what, Matt just... stays in his sadness?
Mike smiles.
-Yeah. A little. But... he'll then go back to his friends, trust this random girl once again, and they'll find their bestfriend in the end.
Will smiles.
-Cool, he says. Mike smiles in return.
-Cool."
I kinda hope that will happen. Especially because it could look very good. Mike as a writer could be so interesting! I really hope we're gonna see more of him. Do you think that'd be possible to see in season 5? I think I'll keep this "writing scenes that could happen which only comes from my mind" thing for a little while. I have a lot of imagination... :>
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a103-chris-mm · 2 months ago
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Loser nerd matt sturniolo x bad influence loner reader
genuinely i actually hate this bc of how cringey it is but i wanted to post something before i continue my other works so here is this shitty ass fic. if this is your first time seeing my work id suggest you go read my witch trials. its not that good considering im a very new writer but i felt like i actually was getting somewhere with that. also please dont hate.
warning: ugly fluff, i really haven’t written for much else other than my witch trials so dont hurt me for it being bad, also this will be VERY cliche, i cant help it i love some basic writing, i just needed this to be full on disney movie level cringe, matt being down bad, reader being kind of an asshole at first, a little bit of matt being bullied but not much, quick-fastpace story
added notes: reader is like 5’10 and matt is 5’7 just cuz why not
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Matt Sturniolo had always had a huge crush on y/n. Everyone at school knew who she was— the mysterious girl with a reputation. She skipped classes, snuck out at night, messed around with drugs, and did pretty much everything the school handbook warned against. She was a loner, intimidating without even trying, and untouchable in Matt’s eyes.
Matt. Well Matt was the complete opposite. He was the school’s biggest nerd. Straight A’s, never a detention, glasses always slipping down his nose, buttoned-up polos that were always a size too big. People at school called him a loser.
In Matt's eyes, y/n was just perfect. She was wild, bold, and completely out of his league.
When the school dance was announced, Matt’s friends encouraged him to finally make a move. This was his chance to finally get the girl of his dreams.
story:
“Just ask her,” they said.
“You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take,” another added, quoting a poster from their previous class.
So, that afternoon, heart pounding in his chest, Matt approached y/n in the hallway.
“Hey, y/n,” he began, voice shaking slightly and cracking.
She looked up, raising an eyebrow with a confused look on her face. “Yeah?”
“I was wondering
 if you’d like to maybe
.go to the dance with me?”
There was a beat of silence. y/n stared at him, visibly taken aback. Then, without a word leaving her mouth, she turned and walked off.
Matt stood frozen, cheeks burning. His heart sank.
Of course she said nothing. What was he thinking? He was Matt Sturniolo, the biggest loser in school. Why would someone like her even consider saying yes?
~~
That evening, y/n told her mom what happened. With a shrug, she said, “That nerdy guy? Matt whatever? He asked me to the dance.”
Her mom paused from stirring dinner. “Matt Sturniolo? That sweet boy who helps the elderly load groceries every weekend?”
y/n blinked. “You know that loser?”
Her mom gave her the look then nodded. “He’s always helping people. Sure, he’s awkward, and his clothing choices are
.. interesting, but he has a good heart. He’s the kind of guy who actually cares.”
“I didn’t even want to go to the stupid dance,” y/n muttered.
Her mom glared at her. “You’re going. With him. That poor boy probably feels like trash right now. Besides, this is a small town. He’s probably the best man you can get here. He’s actually respectful!”
“Mom—”
“Don’t. You are going to say yes. Trust me. You’ll survive one night. He’s a good person. I'm sure you’ll have fun.”
y/n groaned but knew there was no winning this. After all the disobedience she’d put her mom through, maybe she owed her this one.
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The next day at school, Matt was at his locker, avoiding eye contact with everyone. That’s when y/n appeared beside him.
“I changed my mind,” she said flatly.
Matt looked up, confused. “What?”
“I’m going to the dance with you.”
A slow smile crept across Matt’s face. It grew and grew until it lit up the entire hallway. y/n started to become concerned, he looked like he was about to explode. Without thinking, he pulled her into a hug.
y/n stiffened, awkwardly patting his back. “Okay, buddy. Chill.”
“I promise,” he said, stepping back with bright eyes shining through his lenses. “You won’t regret this.”
~~
The night of the dance arrived.
They agreed to meet there. When Matt saw her walk in, everything else disappeared. She looked
divine. Like something out of heaven.
y/n walked up to him, patting down her dress nervously. “Hey.”
Matt’s mouth opened, but no words came. Finally, he managed, “Wow. You’re so gorgeous.”
A soft pink crept up her cheeks. “Uh thanks,” she mumbled, looking away from his gaze.
To her surprise, the night turned out better than she had expected. Matt was funny, surprisingly good at dancing (at least in his own dorky way), and so easy to talk to. She laughed, like genuinely laughed, more that night than she had in months.
But then, as always, the moment was shattered.
A group of popular guys approached. y/n hated assholes like them. They started mocking Matt, throwing out cruel nicknames and comments. Then one of them had the gall to grab the punch bowl and dump it over his head.
Matt stood there, soaked and humiliated.
“Come on,” y/n said, grabbing his hand and dragging him to the bleachers. She handed him a stack of paper towels.
Matt sat down, barely able to look at her. “God, I’m such a loser,” he muttered. “I’m sorry. I never should’ve asked you. You could’ve gone with literally anyone else.”
y/n frowned, staring at him.
“Look,” she said slowly, “you are a loser.”
Matt blinked, hurt flashing in his eyes.
She continued, looking out at the gym. “But I don’t care. Those guys? They’re fuckfaces. They’ll probably end up working at some gas station for the rest of their lives. You, though? You’re smart. You’re kind. You actually give a damn about people.”
She looked back at him. “Tonight’s the most fun I’ve had in forever. Trust me
 I’ve done a lot. I honestly am the luckiest girl here
..because I got to spend this dance with you.”
Matt’s eyes widened. A deep blush spread across his cheeks as he adjusted his glasses.
“Can I kiss you?” he asked.
y/n’s eyebrows lifted. “What?”
His eyes darted down. “Sorry! That was so stupid—”
Before he could finish, she leaned in and kissed him. It was soft and brief, but real.
When they pulled away, Matt had the goofiest grin on his face. “Wow,” he breathed. “That was
amazing.”
y/n laughed. “You’re such a loser.”
“Yeah,” he said with a chuckle.
They left the dance early and wandered until they reached a quiet park. Sitting on the swings, they talked for what felt like hours. The stars shimmered above them, and something warm and unfamiliar settled in y/n’s chest.
Matt turned to her. “I know this might be too soon, but
I like you. A lot. And I’d really like to take you on a proper date.”
She looked at him, surprised, and smiled. “Of course. I’d love that.”
When they finally reached her house, she leaned in and kissed his cheek.
“This was the best night of my life,” she said softly. “Thank you.”
As she disappeared inside, Matt turned away with the biggest grin ever and raised his fist in the air in victory.
Then he tripped on the sidewalk, flailing briefly before hopping up and glancing around to make sure no one saw.
“Smooth,” he muttered to himself, still smiling like an idiot.
notes: honestly kinda didn’t wanna post this because its absolutely so basic and it feels like i just wrote down a oneshot/imagine(idk these terms still) in 2019. i know youre kinda like if she just barely is getting to know this guy why tf is she kissing him. well first its matt sturniolo and if he asked to kiss you i bet youd wanna do it sooo
..just saying and second she was kinda just doing something sweet for him. like obviously she likes him but i think she probably would prefer to hve waited a bit but since he was so sweet and he offered she was like fuck it hes cute and i think i like him so why not. also im not tagging anyone for this cuz i truly hate it but i wanted to post something in the mean time of my other projects.
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hivemuthur · 4 months ago
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You like daredevil? How’d you feel about the final ep :O?
Hi Anon! I love Daredevil yes! And the last ep...
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Putting this under the cut, because spoilers:
Not just the last episode, but the whole thing is insane, given what's happening in the US. Like, it's not even subtle. But!
As usual, Vincent D’Onofrio fucking ATE and he will forever remain ultimate Kingpin to me (I know there is only 2, but it's going to be incredibly hard to beat him). I loved how the whole season progressed with him becoming Kingpin again, a very nice touch with him outgrowing his suit.
I'm a little sad about Muse, but I admit they've managed to give him depth in just two episodes, which is incredible. I do love the comic book version of Muse more though, he has an awesome power, which just works *chef's kiss* with the fact that he is a graffiti artist. But I understand he was just a vehicle for Matt to become Daredevil, just like Fisk becomes Kingpin.
From this: I think it's very interesting how this is a complete opposite of what happens in Batman: in Batman, the constant debate is, whether the very existence of Batman is not causing the villains to spawn. Here, it's clearly the path of Vanessa killing Foggy -> Fisk becoming the mayor -> Muse that finally brings Daredevil back. In comic books it's similar, but Muse almost ends Daredevil, he's a major villain.
What else? I love the parallel from ep1 where Matt stands in the blinking red light and then the show ends with a similar shot of him standing in the bar, but wearing the Daredevil suit. Beautifully cinematic. Overall, the whole show is shot like comic book panels and I appreciate it dearly.
I also have to say, after watching The Boys (especially last season) I was a bit worn out with the constant onscreen very very explicit violence. Here it's mostly blunt violence (hand-to-hand combat which I find the most exciting), which is why the scene of final becoming of Kingpin actually shook me to the bone. Very well done.
Frank's appearance almost made my cry, I love his character.
The Avocados callback did make me cry.
The 'it's the drugs' scene made me laugh bitterly.
And finally: the no man's land reference, omg. Okay, so, Daredevil is basically Marvel's Batman, you guys know this, right? In Batman, No Man's Land is possibly the best fucking plotline (I also love The Killing Joke). It's touched in Gotham the tv show which I also loved dearly, but here it will probably be done much, much better. The revolution calling, especially now, like ooof creators, you are fearless. I can't fucking wait, very very curious what twist on the comic book they are going to do, because trust me, what happens there is way, WAY darker. I do anticipate Karen to have a major role in future events.
But most of all, I adore that it remains a comic book world. I am not a fan of making comic book plotlines into SERIOUS and REAL stuff, it's supposed to be satirical, grim and ironic for us to talk about topics and experience them in an exaggerated way. So you can guess that my fav Batmans are Tim Burtons, Nolan can go lick his boots and don't even start me on THE BATMAN, what in the fucking Black Parade. This Daredevil? Perfect. I almost forgot that Ben Affleck did one :')
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thechaotictheoryy · 4 months ago
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Unravel | 23. Let's End This Here
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summary: What if you had chains around your heart but you were the one who put them there? If you took a look at Parker’s heart, you would see a nice beating heart but Parker felt there were heavy metal chains wrapped it. After years of a disconnected relationship with her parents and a hard break up with her boyfriend of four years, Parker Williams made her heart mentally chained. Declaring to never fall in love again but what happens when she meets a witty musician who is all about seeking love?
pairing: main character x hongjoong ft. ex! Yeosang
genre: (18+ minors dni), romance, fluff, lots of angst, coming to age, college au, smut, strangers to lovers, self discovery
word count: 4,629
chapter warnings: alot and I mean a lot of crying and yelling.. really my only warning, prepare your hearts.
song rec for chapter: Selfish Waltz by Ateez
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Same Night. 
11:23pm 
I woke up to the sound of a cup being placed on something next to me. I blinked slowly to try to recognize my surroundings. Once I looked out the window, I noticed that I was back in the hotel room. I wonder when we got back here and how we got back here. 
Wait.
Hongjoong. 
I sat up and grabbed my head at the pressure that was starting to form. 
“I was wondering when you would wake up. Fainting after throwing up can really scare people,” I heard someone say. I looked up and saw Emmett and he looked at me with a slightly sad smile. 
“Emmett”
“Jess told me,” he sat down beside me. 
“Where is Hongjoong?” 
“In Jessica’s room, trying to calm down. He’s been a mess since we got back”
“How long have I been out?” 
“About 20 minutes” 
My head started to spin again and I laid down. I covered my eyes with my arms, trying to remember the conversation I had with Joong before I fainted. After the pieces started to come together, I could feel my blood pressure raising as I felt the anger start to course through my veins. Why would he lie to me? I thought we could trust each other. I thought the bond we had, we could be honest with each other especially over something like this. 
I needed to talk to him. 
“Emmett”
“You need to rest Parker” 
“I need to talk to her” 
“I know you and it’s not going to be a conversation, it’s going to turn into an argument. You’re angry right now, I can feel the heat from your rage off you” 
“If I calm down, can I talk to him?”
“I’ll think about it”
We sat in silence for about fifteen minutes and I felt like no matter how much I tried to suppress all my anger, some of it was still leaking out of me. Emmett could feel it because he was rubbing my arm from time to time. 
“I can talk to him”
“Without yelling?”
“Yes Emmett” 
I couldn’t promise myself that my voice wouldn’t raise to some extent. 
“You okay to stand up?” 
I nodded and stood up slowly. I sighed a little and fixed my appearance a little before following behind Emmett to his room. I don’t know why but the trip from my room to his felt so long and made me very anxious. What tone of voice should I have with him? What if I end up exploding without being able to control what comes out my mouth? I didn’t like to argue and I always tried to avoid it in every way possible but this felt different. This time I was the aggressor, this time I was the one fueling with anger. I just didn’t want to yell like how I yelled at my parents a few months ago. That was mentally draining and I ended up sleeping for almost a whole day because of how I tired myself out. 
That anger was pent up so I knew I couldn’t avoid what was going to happen. 
Once we made it to his door, he took out his room key and let us in. I heard talking and sniffles as we made it to the area where his bed was. I saw Joong crying in Jessica’s arms. The sight broke my heart but it also made me wonder about some things. Was he crying because he lied to me or because he felt pity towards me? Were his tears sincere or was he trying to act like the victim in this situation? 
Did I still matter to him? 
Did I ever matter to him? 
It’s kind of a crazy question to ask since he planned this whole trip for me as a late birthday gift but was it planned because he was going to tell me this on the trip? Was he just trying to seek a way to tell me while we were in one of my favorite places? 
“Jess, I think we should let them talk in private”, Emmett spoke. 
She nodded and wiped Joong’s face before getting up and heading out with him. I heard the door click and it was an uncomfortable silence. I never had an uncomfortable silence with Hongjoong so it made me feel very weird. It felt like we were becoming strangers. 
I sat on the couch and he wiped his eyes some more. Those pretty brown eyes made eye contact with me and the sadness in them sent chills down my spine. I thought I knew what to say when I came in here but every time I look in his eyes, I lose myself. I get so lost that my sentences can barely form. It frustrates me so much, I hate how much power she had over me but I adored it as well. 
“Hongjoong”
“Parker, I’m sor–” 
“Don’t say that”, I cut him off, looking down. 
“If I could take it–” 
“But you can’t”, I shook my head. 
“How am I supposed to apologize if you keep cutting me off”, his voice raised. 
“Because no matter how many times you say you’re sorry, it still happened”
“Parker, you act like you been the saint in this whole thing we been doing, you kissed my ex for crying out loud”
“I admitted I was wrong for that a long time ago,” I spat at him and looked up. “Why would you still bring that up now? This is about you Hongjoong, not me.” 
“This wouldn’t have happened if you would just tried to be in a relationship with me! I wouldn’t have had sex with someone who told me they would be something to me! Someone who isn’t going to leave me in two months to the other side of the world!”, he yelled. 
“Why are you so angry?” 
“Huh?” He calmed down a little. 
“I should be the one angry and I haven’t raised my voice once at you. I haven’t been yelling, I just wanted to talk so we can figure this out and all you are doing are telling me how I’m wrong”
“Parker” 
“You’re blaming me for you sleeping with someone else and the fact you claimed it was rape. When I told you that you ever found interest in someone to tell me and we could end this and stay friends Hongjoong”
“But–” 
“You hate me, don’t you?” 
“I don’t hate you” 
“Then why are you so mad at me when I literally always told you to be open and honest with me?” 
“I don’t know”
“Of course you don’t”, I shook my head, laughing a little. 
It fell silent again but I didn’t want this silence, I wanted to know why. 
Why did he sleep with someone else?
Why did he bring me here?
“Do you love me anymore?”, I asked. 
“I don’t know”, his voice cracked. 
I sucked in some air and looked out the window. 
“Tell me about them”
“Parker” 
“I.. I just want to know” 
“H-Her name is Cameron”, he sniffled. “I met her at a club me and my brother went to. At first, it was a one night stand because I was a little drunk but she talked about wanting to be friends and hanging out since I told her I don't really have friends when I come back home”. 
I felt my eyes start to burn and I closed my eyes. 
“We kept hanging out and I always thought about you. I talked to her about you and I ended up crying to her because you were leaving and I didn’t know what I would do once I couldn’t see you anymore. Parker, you mean more to me than you understand and I promise I never had any inte–”
“Talk about her, not me” 
I heard him sigh. 
“We ended up sleeping with each other again and it was different from what I had expected. I felt connected to her in a way and I could tell she wanted to keep up with what we were doing so she would take me out sometimes and it didn’t always end up with us having sex but sometimes just talking about our dreams and aspirations.” 
I opened my eyes and looked at him. He was looking down at his hands and playing with them softly. He was relaxed and he seemed a bit comfortable. I felt my heart crack at the sight and I felt a chain come back up on my heart, trying to hold it together. 
“She always looked at me like I was the only one she could see and it made my heart jump from time to time but I always felt so guilty because I knew my heart belonged to you so I pushed her away for weeks till she showed up at my house, drenched from the rain trying to get me to talk to her. I never experienced anything like that” 
“That’s when you knew” 
He looked at me and nodded. 
“I knew I fall for her a bit, I knew I was starting to like her more than I emancipated or even wanted to for that matter” 
“Why didn’t you tell me?” 
“We were supposed to be in love with Parker, how could I tell you that?” 
“You were never in love with me Joong” 
“Don’t tell me how I feel”
“But you weren’t” 
“Parker” 
The tears I tried to hold back eventually fell. No matter how hard I tried to wipe them away or stop them, they kept coming and I couldn’t control them. 
“Fuck!”, I screamed, hitting my knees. 
“Parker stop,” he walked over and grabbed my hands, sitting beside me. 
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”, I screamed, trying to rip my hands away from him. 
“Parker, I’m sorry! Please stop trying to hurt yourself” 
“Don’t tell me what to fucking do! You don’t get it right!”, I yelled in his face. 
“Baby–”
“Don’t CALL me that!” I ripped my hands away from him and stood up. 
I started to pace as I sobbed. My emotions were all over the place, I couldn’t tell if it was from the alcohol that was in my system or was it because I could feel myself breaking down. I hated feeling like this. I hated feeling like I had no control over what I’m feeling. 
Feeling was so fucking stupid.
Emotions were so fucking dumb. 
Him being in love was so fucking fake. 
“Parker”
“Please for the love of God, stop saying my name!” 
“I’m trying to help before you drive yourself into an anxiety attack!” 
“I don’t want your help!” 
“Stop yelling at me!”
“NO!”, I stopped and stared at him, breathing heavily. “I fucking finally admitted to myself, shit to everyone that I was madly in love with you and I was been so welling to cut off this whole shit to Korea just to stay with you!” 
“You didn’t communicate that to me Parker” 
“I was going to!”, I sniffled and let out a sob. “W-When we made it back to LA, I was going to tell you how I knew I was ready to be with y-you and I was going to figure everything out. I was going to ask you to be mine and say fuck Korea so I could be here with you.” 
“Parker”, he teared up. 
“It doesn’t matter anymore”, I fell to my knees, looking at my hands. “None of it matters anymore.” 
I felt my body being engulfed in his warmth as he hugged me. I cried hard into his shoulder, I felt his body jump at my screams. My heart was done for. 
My heart was hurting so bad. 
My eyes were hurting from all the tears that kept falling. 
“I’m so fucking sorry. I wish I could take it all back Parker”, I heard him cry. 
We just sat there, crying for what seemed like forever but it was for about ten minutes. After that he sat back on the couch and I was out sitting on the balcony, looking at the view of Tokyo. I heard the slide door open and close. I felt a hand touch my back and another person sat in the chair beside me. Based on presence I could tell it was Jess and Kayla. We just sat there in silence because honestly I didn’t know what to say anymore. I felt like if I said anything it would result in me crying. I never cried so much in life and I honestly didn’t like the feeling. It was too heavy and felt like so much pressure was on my shoulders when my emotions wanted to show like this. I want to go back to when I could barely feel anything. I want to be in control over myself again because right now I felt like I was an atomic bomb ready to blow at any given moment. I just wish it wasn’t like this. 
“You’re scaring me”, Kayla said. 
“How so?”, I said. 
“I never seen you this quiet before unless you are making something. It’s like I can feel whatever you’re going through radiating off your body” 
“What do I radiate?” 
“Heartbreak” 
“Isn’t that a consequence?”, I let out a lighthearted laugh. 
“What happens now?”, Jess said. 
“I might try to go to Korea early”, I looked down. 
“Parker”, they both said. 
“I’m tired of hearing my name”, I sighed and sniffled. “I feel like it’s been said too much tonight for all the wrong reasons.”
“I’m sorry babe”, Kayla rubbed my back. 
“I don’t know why I’m even like this. We weren’t even together, not in a relationship and I’m so hurt over it”, I wiped my eyes as I felt tears falling again. “I should have known that I couldn’t keep this up for long because I was just too stubborn to just make us something. I just wanted to protect him and myself, so much for that”, I let out another laugh. 
“Don’t put all the blame on yourself”, Jess said. “Hongjoong could have ended whatever was going on if he felt like it was too much. I think he just liked you too much to think about anything else.”
“Love”, I said. 
“Huh?” 
“He was supposed to love me, not just like me. He kept saying he loved me now all of sudden, he doesn’t know if he ever was to begin with.” 
I was so dumb to ever think someone could love me with the kind of mental stability that I have. I knew after the situation with Yeosang, it was going to be difficult for me again. I should have taken Danielle’s words to heart. I hurt people and now I was the one hurting. Maybe this was my karma, maybe this happened so I could feel like this. 
“I want go home” 
“We leave tomorrow, I think you need some sleep,” Kayla said. 
We all got up and walked back inside. I saw Hongjoong talking to Emmett and Nicole, they all got quiet and looked at me. The silence fell on us and it was like no one knew what to say or just afraid of saying the wrong thing. I didn’t want this. I didn’t want everyone to feel like they had to walk on eggshells with us. 
“I didn’t mean to ruin the trip, everyone”, I said. 
“You–”, Nicole started. 
“Don’t, it’s okay”, I shot her a small but sad smile. 
My eyes locked with Joong and I felt like she was invading my soul. I didn’t want him to keep doing that. It didn’t feel right looking into her eyes anymore. 
“Joong” 
“Yeah?” 
“Let’s just end this here, yeah?” 
I walked out the room before I could even hear his answer. I took out my room key and unlocked the door, making sure it closed. I looked at the nightstand and saw the other room key, indicating that Joong didn’t have his. I honestly couldn’t deal with sharing a bed with him tonight. I’ll probably just go room with Jessica since she was by herself. I heard a knock on the door and I looked through the peephole, seeing Emmett. I opened the door for him then walked to my suitcase. 
“Why did you say that in front of everyone?” 
“Just wanted to get it over with”, I grabbed my suitcase and put it on the bed. “I don’t think I’m capable of talking to him again, at least not right now.” 
“It was a tad cold hearted that’s all” 
“I guess”, I shrugged, shoving my stuff into my suitcase then zipping it up. 
“Where are you sleeping?” 
“Your room couch or in the bed with Jessica, I just can’t sleep in here” 
“I’ll go grab Jess’s room key, just say put okay” 
I nodded and he walked out the room. I sat down on the bed and rubbed my hands on my thighs. I made a mental note to myself to email Mr. Se-jung when I got back to the states. 
There was no point for me to be there anymore. 
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Next Day. 
I looked out the window of Emmet’s car. We had arrived back in California about an hour ago. I didn’t speak to Hongjoong for the rest of the night before and I even switched seats with Jess so I could sit next to Emmett on the plane. My heart felt lighter and I couldn’t feel any chains anymore. I feel like my heart keeps cracking that it destroyed them completely. My mind felt a bit clearer too and I didn’t understand it. 
I’m still hurt. 
Everything still hurts. 
I just feel so light about things though, it was weird. 
“How are you feeling?”, he asked
“I don’t know” 
“Are you hungry?” 
“A little bit” 
“Everyone wanted to go for dinner later” 
“Is he going to be there?” 
“Possibly”
“I can’t avoid him because we’re in the same friend group so I’ll come” 
“I was dragging you there either way” 
I laughed a little at his statement. I just didn’t want things to be awkward but because everything had just happened, I knew it was going to be kind of hard to avoid that from happening since things were still fresh to the mind. I wish this was as simple as disappearing on a fling that I didn’t want to happen anymore but this was different. 
I was in love. 
I was madly in love with someone who simply just didn’t feel that way for me anymore. 
It was a hard truth I had to come to terms with and I know everyone said all the blame isn’t on me but I can’t help but to feel that way. He felt like he couldn’t come to me anymore. He felt like I was driving him away because I wasn’t ready to be anything, especially when I’m about to move to the other side of the globe. I drove him to lie to me. I drove him to find comfort in another person who wasn’t me. When I think about it, it makes me question my relationship with Yeosang. Did I also drive him to cheat on me and to find comfort in another person who wasn’t me because I was consumed into my career? 
I was into my thoughts, I didn’t realize that we met at Emmett's house till he was tapping me multiple times. I got out and grabbed my suitcase from the back and made my way inside. As soon as we made it inside, I went straight to the guest room I had been staying in since I came back from Philly. I threw my suitcase to the side and laid out on the bed. I stared at the ceiling, thinking. 
Should I go to Korea early or should I try to enjoy the two months I have left with my friends?
Would they be upset if I decided to leave earlier than expected? 
I gave a call to Mr. Se-jung while we waited in the airport back in Tokyo. I had stepped away from everyone and just talked to him a little more about what the process would be like for me moving there. I think he could tell something was going on with me because he kept asking if I was okay. I thanked him for his concern and even just told him a little bit of my nerves and adjusting to the environment again since I haven’t been to Korea in almost two years. He had reassured me that the program I was entering and the university itself was very foreigner friendly. I gave him the names of the friends I've been keeping in touch with a little bit when I can and looked them up in the system. Three of them were enrolled while the other two weren’t, it makes me think that they might be at another school. 
Mr. Se-jung had asked me if I was thinking about coming sooner and I told him it was a possibility given everything on my mind at the moment. He told me it wouldn’t mind if I came early but I still couldn’t start the semester till January but he could move my apartment arrangements up to an earlier date. I told him I would think about it and give him a call again in a few days. 
“Glad to be home?”, I heard Emmett say. 
“Yeah, I just feel a little out of place. I don’t know how to explain it” 
“Talk to me”, he sat down beside me. 
I sat up and sighed. 
“I’m thinking about leaving early”
“Parker” 
“I know” 
“We only have two months left with you, we don’t know when we’re going to see you again except for calling you or over facetime” 
“I know Emmett” 
“Is this because of what happened with Joong?” 
I was silent. 
“You know, you did this with Yeosang too” 
“I know” 
“So if you know–”
“I’m fucking hurting, okay?”, I looked at him. “Call me a coward or whatever. Tell me I’m running away from my problems but this is how I cope, this is how I always cope. You and Jess told me it was a bad idea to run to another country to make me happy and to forget how Yeosang literally stomped on my heart but I came back so much better and you know that.” 
“I know but Parker, this is different. Yeah you were hurt but I never saw you this bad”
“What do you mean?” 
“You loved Yeosang, you did but I never saw you so lost in love before”, he said. “Hongjoong made you want to pause everything for him. You were about to give up on your dream for him. I don’t know how you’ll do there this time if you just leave so suddenly again. I want you to spend time with us, I want you to be okay before you get on that plane, okay? I’m not saying this because I don’t trust you but I’m saying this as your friend and your big brother. We love you and we’re going to miss you so let us have time with you” 
Emmett wasn’t the type of person to beg.
Emmett also wasn’t the type of person to ever say how he felt about a situation. 
Looking back on all the time watched me mentally destroy myself, he never uttered a word. He just always lets me talk and comforts me by holding my hand, giving me warm hugs, and telling me I’ll be okay in the long run. Emmett didn’t say much because he always believed that I was always okay no matter the circumstance. He loved me like a big brother and knew I needed to figure things out by myself. 
“Okay”, I nodded. 
“You’ll stay?” 
“Till it’s time, yeah” 
He smiled and pulled me into a hug. I hugged him back and allowed the tears I was holding back to slip. He rubbed my back with one hand and rubbed the back of my head with the other. 
“Thank you”, I sobbed, tightening my arms around him. 
“I didn’t do anything” 
“For always being here when I always forget to notice” 
“You know I know you’ll figure things out without my guidance sometimes, it just how much faith and hope I have in you even when you don’t have enough to believe it yourself” 
“Who’s supposed to comfort me like this in Korea?”  
“Your friends out there won’t let you fail, especially from what you told me about them. Haruto seems like he’s the big brother type” 
“I swear he is”, I sniffled and laughed a little. 
Haruto was a Japanese-Korean art student I met when I first went to Korea. He was one of the most talented people I knew, he could paint an entire canvas off the top of his mind in about fifteen minutes. He was the first person to talk to me and show me around. He taught me some Korean and Japanese while I helped him with some of his English. He introduced me to the group of friends I have now down there and he was extremely protective over me. I remember when I went to my first club and two drunk guys kept throwing slurs at me and Haruto pounced on both of them resulting in us getting kicked out but it made me love him even more. He yelled to them “no one is going to talk shit to my best friend and think they can leave this place alive”. 
It reminded me of my freshmen year when Emmett knocked out this guy at a party we were at because I declined his offer of hooking up and he called me a “slutty ugly black bitch with no manners”
My big brothers/best friends, I loved them dearly. 
After a few hours of comforting and watching some TV with Emmett, we made our way to the restaurant we were meeting everyone at. Jessica had a taste of pho so we were going somewhere that she recommended. It wasn’t busy downtown like I thought it was going to be. We parked in the parking lot across the street and I saw everyone waiting at the entrance except Joong. I raised an eyebrow as we ran across the street to greet them. 
“Where’s Joong?”, Emmett asked before I could. 
“He said he forget he had a huge assignment that’s due tomorrow night” 
I don’t believe that. 
I shrugged and we went inside. We got seated and looked over the menu before everyone placed their orders. I looked around the restaurant and the design of everything was so pretty. 
“Are you still thinking about leaving early?”, Kayla asked. 
I looked at her and shook my head. 
“I had a talk with Emmett and he just made everything make sense like he always does” 
“Emmett making sense? That’s new” 
Everyone laughed a little as he playfully rolled his eyes. 
“Think you're so funny, huh?”, he said. 
“I’m the funniest person you know” 
I tuned them out as they had their own mini argument. Kayla and Nicole looked at me, we were all thinking the same thing. Why was it hard for these two together already?
Oh yeah.
Jessica is the slowest person we know when it comes to signs that’s why. 
“Alright the food is here, shut up”, I said as the servers sat down our food in front of us. 
They groaned, sticking their tongues out at each other than digging into their food. Kayla and Nicole laughed while I just shook my head at them. 
I would miss this. 
I would miss them. 
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kiss-my-freckle · 2 years ago
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There's a lot in 4x3 that I could put in this post, but this analysis focuses solely on the love triangle. Forewarning: this will be a lengthy post.
The Rager, 1 of 3
I'm gonna start with the truth of Damon in this scene. The best way to break a deal you've made with someone is just as much the best way to break up with a person you're currently dating.
"Wasn't that the deal? Whoever Elena doesn't choose leaves?"
"Don't make this about Damon."
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You get the other person to do it. That's why Damon gets Stefan to break their deal and Elena gets Stefan to break up with her. Stefan thinks he's safe because he truly believes Elena chose him over Damon.
"That was before she turned."
"I sent him because lately, it seems like he's able to get through to you in ways that I can't. You'll listen to him. You trust him, even when you can't trust me."
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In a nutshell
 Damon is seeking permission to stay for Elena, then Elena seeks permission to move on with Damon. Stefan honored both their wants lol.
If Damon wanted to leave, he already would have. He promised Elena he'd never leave her again, and he meant it. He'd only break a promise made to her if he had no other choice.
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Elena picks up from 4x2. That's why she's feeding on Matt.
"Wait, wait, wait, wait. Elena, feed from me. It's okay, everyone will think you're upset. Just feed from me."
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She mentions Damon being the reason she shouldn't be home.
"So, you really think school is the best place for you right now?"
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"The vampire hunter knows that Damon's a vampire and that I know Damon. Hiding at home would be more suspicious."
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She doesn't even mention Stefan, and Damon is the reason she "survived" this long.
"Besides, I want to be here. It's my senior year. I survived this long, there's no way I'm bailing before graduation."
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The difference between Stefan believing his truth and Matt knowing her truth. She chose Damon, and is more than capable of being honest with Matt while they're alone.
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This bit is a straight-up insult and jumps off 4x1.
"How about we just leave the murdering to Damon?" "And-and then do what? Ignore her to death?"
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"Just ignore her." "I'd say you've got less than three hours to feed before I get to watch you die all over again."
Never mind the fact that her very life depended on Stefan murdering a guard and Rebekah helping him to murder said guard.
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She then repeats 4x2, lying by omission.
"I just have to go home and change first."
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"You lied to me." "I didn't lie. I just didn't tell you." "Come on, Elena. You lied to me."
One might as well view her single statement as two separate statements. "I just have to go home...." Thus, you get Damon changing his clothes lol.
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Had Damon and Elena been together, he would've answered her call here. He's respecting Stelena.
"You are a good brother." <-- This is how he gets his girlfriend back. Same reason she fell for him in the first place lol
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Stefan's constant need to throw Damon under the bus while talking to Elena is like a neon sign blinking on and off, "Poor communication" lol
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Damon sometimes mixes truth with sarcasm.
"Good day for a midlife crisis. 164 years, I'd say you're due."
Stefan being on a motorcycle is like Damon letting Jessica live. That's not who he is, but it's the thought that counts.
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"Those who can't do, teach." This is straight-up sarcasm. It's more like "Those who can't do, watch." That's why Stefan opts for the motorcycle rather than his red car.
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Stefan is the "safe" brother, Damon is the "fun" brother. Stefan can't join her because he risks becoming the Ripper. Damon can.
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Feel this difference. It matters. With Stefan driving the motorcycle, she might as well imagine she's with Damon lol
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That's why the episode opens with Damon's "Those who can't do, teach" and ends with Damon's "And I'm gonna teach you." Because a vampire that can't have fun shouldn't be teaching a vampire to have fun.
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For the same reason a vampire that can't control his bloodlust shouldn't be teaching a vampire to control her bloodlust. "When I'm with him... it feels unpredictable, like... like I'm free." This scene pushes Elena's comment in 4x10. "With him" being the key words.
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At the same time, her comment just as much slams Stefan. She's essentially saying he's confining and predictable. Something Stefan is well aware of. That's why he closes 4x3 saying what he does. "I love her, and I don't want to hold her back."
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Fans should view this alongside her motorcycle scene. She has fun. Stefan watches her have fun. "Those who can't do, teach."
Know where this is going.
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Elena drinks AND has fun... because she's with Damon. Those who can do, will do. "Then, we'll go to [this] party and show her that she can't intimidate me." Instead, she gets Bonnie with her judgy eyes.
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The brother that got her through the death of her parents can't get her through this. She's Damon's girlfriend.
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deanstead · 3 years ago
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all in a day
Pairing: Matt Casey x Halstead!Reader
Requested: yes & yes, by anon
Summary: Y/N's brothers find out by chance who she's dating. Later that day, an incident with a patient sends all three of them rushing to check on her.
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Word Count: 1,390
Warnings: canon-typical mention of injuries
A/N: I combined two requests here so as usual I changed up some stuff but still hope you guys like this! Original requests can be found in the hyperlinks above as usual :D Hope yall like this!
MATT CASEY MASTERLIST
HALSTEAD!SISTER MASTERLIST
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You climbed out of the car, not forgetting to turn back around to give Matt a goodbye kiss. “Thanks for the detour.”
“Always.” Matt smiled back at you.
“Stay safe.” You whispered back before you closed the door and turned around to the sight of both your brothers staring back at you.
Will was clearly much calmer, just blinking back at you with his eyebrows raised. Meanwhile, Jay had his arms crossed, looking like he was about to kill someone.
Damn it.
You straightened your expression as you headed towards them, turning to Jay first. “What are you doing here?”
Jay ignored your question. “Something you want to tell us?”
You exhaled loudly, glancing between your brothers. “Matt and I are seeing each other.”
“Y/N, are you sure about this? A firefighter?”
You rolled your eyes. “How is that different from you getting guns waved in your face every other day? We’re not even spared from violence in the ED when we have
”
“Do not jinx it.” Will warned you and you shut your mouth mid-sentence.
“You should have told us so that I could have a word with him. If he even dares to
” Jay paused as he spotted the look on your face.
You glared up at him. “This is exactly why I didn’t tell you.”
Jay froze and you sighed. “Look, I love you guys alright? And I appreciate you looking out for me but I’m an adult. I know what I’m doing. Can you trust me?”
“I trust you.” Jay said. “It’s him that I don’t
”
Will elbowed Jay in the ribs to get him to stop talking but it was a little too late.
You stared back incredulously at Jay. “We are talking about the same Matt Casey, aren’t we? You know, Matthew Casey, Lieutenant of Truck 81? The Matt Casey who always has to do the right thing? The Matt Casey you happen to know?”
Jay scrunched his face up as Will stepped in. “We’re going to be late. We’ll talk about this later, alright?” Will directed the last question at his younger brother.
Jay glanced at Will but nodded, reaching out to put a hand on your head. “See you later?”
You gave him an exasperated look but smiled. “Yeah, okay. Stay safe.”
Jay smiled back at you before he patted Will on his shoulder and headed back out.
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You knew Will had been trying hard to steer clear of asking you questions all day but you could practically hear the tension in his brain.
“What?” You asked him, spinning around from the computer in the lounge to look at him.
Will shrugged then looked up. “How long have you been seeing each other?”
You sighed and smiled. “A few months. I wasn’t trying to keep it from you and Jay, I just
 we wanted things to kind of stabilize a little first, you know?”
Will nodded. “Yeah, I know but you can’t make us stop worrying about you.”
You gave a small laugh. “I know, I just
”
You were interrupted by the sound that meant there were emergent patients coming in, so both you and Will sprang to your feet and headed out the door and back into the ED.
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You glanced at the patient’s chart before you looked back at him.
It didn’t make sense. Based on all the tests and vital signs, he should already have regained consciousness and yet your patient hadn’t. You were just turning away to leave when you heard a sound behind you and turned back towards him.
One second you were turning behind you, the next he was already lunging at you, never mind the wires he was dragging along behind him.
You barely heard the sound of crashing equipment before you were on the ground yourself, the back of your head making an impact with the floor of the ED but you didn’t have time for anything else as his large hands went around your neck, practically blocking off your airway.
You could feel the air being sucked out of your lungs, thinking that the last thing you were going to see was this guy’s face. Just as the white spots appeared across your vision, the air rushed back into your lungs and you heard Will’s frantic voice.
“Y/N, are you with me? Y/N!”
You coughed, trying to get up but Will pressed your shoulders back down gently. “Don’t move, let me check you out.”
“I’m
 I’m fine.” You panted. “I just
 I just need a minute.”
You glanced up at Will and nodded when you thought you were steady enough to stand.
“Come on, let’s get you out of here.” Will muttered, leaning down to pull you up, his arm still tightly around you before he led you towards the doctor’s lounge.
Will glanced down at you as he helped you into a chair in the lounge. Save for your body still shaking a little, you felt pretty okay but Will squatted next to you. “We should get you checked out.”
You shook your head but stopped as your head gave a light throb. “I’m fine.”
If Will hadn’t been so worried he would have rolled his eyes. Instead, he looked back into your eyes, his fingers touching your head gently to make sure you weren’t more injured than you’d let on.
“What the hell happened?” You asked.
Will sighed. “We think he might have been in a dissociative state. I don’t think he knew what he was doing.”
You gritted your teeth gently. You couldn’t even be mad at him.
“You’re really not going to let me check you out properly? You might have a concussion.” Will said, his voice gentle but still firm.
You were about to answer when the door opened and Matt came flying through it.
“Hey, you okay?”
You frowned, glancing up. “Matt? What are you
”
“I was just stopping by and Maggie told me.” Matt explained, his eyes grazing across yours worriedly as he leaned towards you. “Are you okay?”
You gave him a small nod. “Just a bit shaken and
”
“Have you gotten checked out?”
You gave him a look, which Matt returned you. “Come on, Y/N. Just get a workup in case.”
“Fine.” You exhaled, not missing Will’s eye roll behind Matt. “I saw that.” You shot at your brother.
Will glanced at you. “I’ve been telling you the same thing for over fifteen minutes.”
You made a face before you let both Will and Matt take you to a treatment room.
Jay came bursting in a short while later. “I’m fine.” You groaned.
Jay didn’t comment about Matt being in the room, just glanced at Will and then back at you. “Who did this?” He growled.
Will didn’t answer the question. “It’s a mild concussion so she’s okay. But off work for the next few days.”
You narrowed your eyes at him but all it did was make your head hurt and you sighed. “Fine.”
“They’re pulling in a lieutenant to cover me for the rest of the shift so I’ll take you home.” Matt said, before he realized that in the chaos of making sure you were okay, he’d forgotten that your brothers hadn’t exactly been told about the nature of your relationship.
Matt glanced down at you and you gave a small chuckle. “Oh right. So
 my brothers caught you dropping me off this morning. So I guess everything just came together like this.”
Will just gave Matt a small smile. The way Matt had been with you on a day like today seemed to have made it clear for your oldest brother.
You glanced hopefully at Jay, who seemed to be having his own internal struggle before he stuck his hand out towards Matt and you knew reason had finally won. Not that you’d doubted him. Jay just needed time getting there, especially when it came to you. “You take care of her.” Jay said, his voice low.
“Always.” Matt answered, shaking Jay’s hand and you were sure Jay’s grip was stronger than it usually was.
“That’s more like it.” You answered, grinning back at Jay, who made a face but reached forward to take your hand and squeeze it anyway and you knew that things would only look up from here.
All in a day’s work.
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valkyrie-night-103 · 2 years ago
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For the One Sentence Prompt/Pairing Game: Hangman Page and Matt Jackson
Sorry for the delay! This
 turned out a lot longer than one sentence. I’ll put it under the cut! It’s completely SFW, no shenanigans take place. I wrote this at 1:30am so it may not make a great deal of sense.
“You seemed so sure of yourself out there. It was nice.”
Adam looks over at him from across the double bed and smiles. It’s true, he’s come so far, and Matt’s so proud that he feels like he’s glowing. But of course, he’s Matt Jackson, so he immediately has to ruin the moment before he starts feeling anything too serious. Before he starts saying what he really feels.
“Is it weird that I found it kind of hot?”
“You’re something else, you know that?” Adam laughs softly, his smile lighting up his face, eyes crinkling a little at the corners. Matt tries really hard not to swoon. He just looks so happy. Is it Matt that makes him this happy? He sure hopes so. This is a sight he could get used to.
“You love it.” He teases, without thinking.
“Yeah, I do.” Adam says, looking right back at him, warm and sincere and unwavering, and it feels like a confession. His eyes are so blue in the dim hotel lighting. Matt thinks he could drown in them.
“And it scares me. ‘Cause it’s always been so easy to love you.” He sighs. “But by the time I know it’s gone wrong, I’m already
”
“I love you too.” Matt interrupts, even though the words scare him too. It’s like cracking open his ribcage and exposing the most vulnerable parts of himself. It’s placing his beating heart in Adam’s cupped hands, trusting that there’s not a thought of vengeance in his mind, that he’ll keep it safe.
As scary as it may be, he knows with all his heart that Adam won’t hurt him, not unless he does something really stupid to deserve it.
Adam pats the spot beside him, and Matt shuffles into his reach and Adam pulls him in. He just closes his eyes and focuses on the warmth of Adam’s body pressed against his, the sanctuary of his embrace.
They lay like that for a while, comfortable silence settling over them like ash and dust. Matt feels so safe that he could drift into sleep at any moment.
“There’s always going to be a part of me that worries that I’m not going to be enough for you, not compared to them.”
Matt makes a noise of discontent, and Adam smiles a little before continuing on.
“I know that self-deprecating bullshit helps nobody, but that little voice is still there. It’s just
 quieter now.” Adam says. “But I’ll try to let it go. For you.”
“You’re enough. You were always enough for me.” He says, arms wrapping around him.
Adam nods quietly, leaning into the touches. It brings Matt something like peace to see him lean in instead of pushing away. Adam understands now what he means to Matt, to everyone.
He relaxes, tension bleeding out of his shoulders as he snuggles back into Adam’s chest, listening to his heartbeat like a lullaby. Adam’s hand plays with his hair, quiet and affectionate, much like the man himself.
He shuts his eyes and takes the time to enjoy the sensation, this island of peace in an ocean of uncertainty. He yawns, nuzzling his cheek into Adam’s chest, before blinking up at him.
When he looks up at Adam, halo of honey-blonde curls framing his face, he thinks he understands now what Kenny meant when he said that love is golden.
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isagrimorie · 2 years ago
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[initial reactions] Critical Role 3x52
If the last episode was shocking and heart-stopping, we are now at the other side of the 'its the end of the world as we know it' moment. It's silent and uncertain and they're alone.
In a way, it's kind of a test of faith, except the people being tested don't have a lot of faith.
This episode was such a good way to slow things down after the frenetic Race to the Malleus Keys kicked off.
And god, Imogen broke my heart at the start with the way she is frantically trying to connect with Laudna but was denied every chance of it because of a weird static.
Something Imogen's heard of before from episode 49, The Aurora Grows:
IMOGEN Let me step away from everyone. → I'm going to try to get away from the group a little bit and I'm going to open my mind up and see if I can sense anything around. →
#MATT Okay. →
#LIAM Open your eyes. →
#MATT You open your mind to the space around you. → You do not sense any other presences, which leaves you at ease. →
#LAURA Okay. →
#MATT There is this very, very faint, underlying, best I can describe it as a static or a buzz that you haven't heard before when you've done this, this very light (whooshes) which rests on the periphery of your consciousness. →
#IMOGEN If I look out at the floating lights, does the ripple coincide at all with the static, or is it a constant white noise sort of vibe? →#MATT It just feels like a constant white noise. → I mean, there's maybe some bursts where it gets a little louder or softer, but it's perpetually there. → You're uncertain if the two are connected. →
#IMOGEN Weird. →
And now it's here in full swing, possibly because of the Ley Lines, probably because of Predathos, or both. But it is preventing magical means of communication, and this could probably lead to the development of technological communication.
And finally, we get a much-needed shading of Chetney, I find him amusing but his humor sometimes doesn't work on me -- like the way he was so cavalier about Xandis's life (who is still probably in the eye of that storm unless Ira dimension doored him away).
That put a sour taste in my mouth even though he tried to walk it back, and also more than Fearne, I trust Chetney less because at least Fearne is upfront about her shadiness. Chetney is a troll. Seeing him with Deanna was good and maybe finally will get me to like him. Instead of going, oh he's there.
I also love Fearne's development, like who had it in the bingo card that Fearne would be grounded on in this group and the one who would most likely swat people with a rolled-up newspaper for considering or even considering letting Imogen give up to the storm.
Imogen has repeatedly said, that if she ran into the storm and give-up she'd die. And I think this is the storm Imogen is talking about, her dreams are just portents, this Apogee Solstice, Malleus Key-Ruidus flavored red storm?
This is the real death that would mean the death of Imogen's self.
And it does seem Predathos or Ludinus might have hard-coded something into Exaltant Ruidus Borns to be seduced into walking into. Sleeper agents amongst the people of Exandria.
Fearne being born in the Fey realm is saved from this, as Matt/Otohan phrased it: An alluring, seductive call that Imogen is feeling 100% in full and always have to fight against.
Imogen's feeling of relief when Deanna cast Greater Restoration on her was akin to the one she felt with the circlet. Unfortunately, according to Matt, it's a relief that's not going to last long.
And then there are the two people! AABRIA IYENGAR AND CHRISTIAN NAVARRO. THEIR CHARACTERS WERE AMAZING. And in a way, their relationship with each other reminds me a tiny bit of Imogen and Laudna.
But also AABRIA'S DEANNA AS CHETNEY'S EX? YESS PLEASE.
I also love how the Bells Hells look to outsiders they are wild and they're not even the full group yet. BH is so used to each other's weirdness and danger levels that they barely blink anymore, especially when Chetney ran to transform into a wolf.
FRIDA WHEN THE BELLS HELLS SAY THEY'RE DANGEROUS AND DON'T GO LOOKING FOR CHETNEY. THAT MEANS THEY'RE DANGEROUS AND DON'T LOOK FOR CHETNEY WHILE HE'S A WOLF.
Oh let's also talk about Frida and Deanna's very Buffy Resurrection and which has caused them grief and Issues with their gods. FRIDA, in particular, harbors some let's say... very Aeorean views on gods. And Deanna just has complicated feelings about her god.
But also I hope we can get Laudna and Deanna in one room and talk about their different experiences about dying. Deanna experienced the full Buffy Heaven Package.
Meanwhile, I think FCG is getting a realization about themself too, and yet FCG is stubbornly clinging to their faith system. Both for FCG reasons but also, IMO for Sam Riegel trolling reasons. Imogen and Fearne are just done with it though and would happily chuck the changebringer coin down the ravine if they could.
But also so many people on Reddit have an issue with Bells Hells not being into gods, trying to save the gods and I'm just-- Honestly, I like it more because it means what the Bells Hells are doing is a choice. And they're trying to stop Predathos because to paraphrase Guardians of the Galaxy: THEY AND THE PEOPLE THEY LOVE LIVE ON EXANDRIA.
And then of course all this to end with:
A WEREBOT MAYBE???
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clanwarrior-tumbly · 4 years ago
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I'm curious, how would the main 4 eddsworld Bois react to having a s/o who's mute speak for the first time
Matt
Ever since Tord punched him in the eye, Matt's been more self-conscious of himself. He hated to look in the mirror and see the purplish black bruise ruin his once perfect complexion. No amount of makeup in the world could hide it well enough.
As he sulked in front of one of his taller mirrors, he saw you come up behind him and hug him closely, resting your chin on his shoulder. "I'm okay, [y/n]..." He mumbled. "I just hate how I'm not handsome anymore. Stupid Tord and his stupid punches...ruining my beauty.."
With a slight frown you let him go, although an idea came to mind as you took both his shoulders and turned him around.
"Wait, what're you-?" He fell silent as you cupped the side of his face, kissing the corner of the black eye. The simple gesture made him bashful.
"Awww, sweetcheeks. You really think I'm-?"
"Still handsome? Yes."
His jaw hung open in shock.
Did...you just..?
He never heard you speak before...and for those words to be your first ones to him??? The confidence boost was immediate.
With a goofy grin, he hugged you tightly and spun you around. "YAY I'M STILL HANDSOME!!!!"
.........
Tord
"Ah..looks like this photo survived the explosion."
Looking over, you saw Tord hunched over on the bed, holding a picture frame. You sat beside him and realized it had him, you, and the other three. Smiles were on all of your faces--even Tom's.
"Sometimes I think about what I've done and...d-damnit, I never deserved them. All I did was ruin their lives without a second thought."
You noticed tears splattering onto the picture, and you looked up, heartbroken to see the Norwegian crying. Of course, he acted like he didn't care for them but in reality, he truly did regret his actions that day.
As you rubbed his shoulder, he sniffled and glanced over at you, seeing you trying to sign "I'm sorry". But he shook his head. "Save your energy, my love. A monster like me isn't worth consoling.."
However as he got up to leave, you reached out and grabbed the back of his hoodie.
"W-Wait, Tord.."
His good eye widened as he looked back at you, stunned. "H-Huh? You just spoke now...didn't you?"
You nodded, opening your arms up. "You're not a monster."
Hearing your voice made him smile a bit as he sat back down, hugging you close as tears sprung to his eyes once more. "Hah..you trust me that much? Thank you.."
Maybe things didn't totally suck now.
...............
Tom
"Lame."
"Cool."
"....wait." Tom swiftly turned his head towards you as he was watching television, wondering if he actually heard you speak for the first time since you met him.
"What did you say?"
Glancing over at him, you played dumb and shrugged, pretending not to know what he was talking about. But he frowned and scooted closer, suspicious. "I swore I just heard you speak right now. You were right next to me!"
You just shook your head, moving your index finger in a swirling motion beside it. He scoffed loudly. "I am NOT crazy! There's only two of us here."
The moment his eyes turned white with frustration, you decided you had your fun and kissed him to calm him down. He just blinked as you pulled away, grinning.
"You're..cute when you're mad."
"......."
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Edd
"Hey, loser!! Might as well clean up our yard while you're at it!!"
"Eduardo-" But before Edd could retaliate, he saw you angrily put down your bag of trash, storming over to his neighbor. He worriedly followed you, wondering what was going to happen.
Picking up an empty cola can, you crumpled it up before throwing it directly at Eduardo, hitting him in the face.
"OW!"
"Don't..call my boyfriend a loser."
Both men were shocked that you spoke. They've never heard your voice before, not even Edd, who you've been dating for a while.
Once he got over his initial shock, Eduardo just sneered at you and took his leave, while Edd approached you. "[Y/n]..you didn't have to defend me.."
"I wanted to." You turned around, although you were surprised when he swept you into a tight hug. "Y-You're not mad about the can?"
"I don't care about that." Pulling away, he grinned widely with tears in the corners of his eyes. "I'm so happy to hear your voice. It's lovely."
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