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Blind Faith (Ch. 14)

Chapter Fourteen: Revelations

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Summary: You have multiple revelations in your savior's room when you wake up.

Warnings: 18+ content, SMUT!!! unprotected sex, mentions of drugging, violence

A/N: OKAY HERE IT IS THE LARGEST UPDATE I HAVE EVER DONE. This bad boy is a whopping 9,678 words! Just some warnings/reminders: there is unprotected sex in this. Please read with caution and also (not to go all high school gym teacher on you) please practice safe sex in real life! OKAY LOL now that that's out of the way... ENJOY!

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New York City

Matt Murdock’s Friday nights were usually meant for patrolling Hell’s Kitchen. He always sat up at the rooftop of his apartment—he spent most nights there, whether it be to escape reality for a little and live in his own head, or to listen into the city for any trouble or danger. The case was always the latter, of course. As he paced under a dark sky, and as raindrops began to trickle over the city, he sat hunched in the corner of the roof, listening. Only tonight, he was listening for something in particular.

As soon as he heard you enter a taxi that took you all the way to Zach’s apartment, he bolted from his rooftop and jumped from roof to roof, to roof, until he was finally caught up with the taxi, and you were stopping in front of Zach’s apartment. Careful not to be seen, he slid down a fire escape and ran to the side of the building, waiting as he listened for you to enter the elevator that took you all the way up to Zach’s apartment.

Matt wasn’t new to sneaking around. He slipped into the apartment lobby without being seen. Instead of taking the elevator, Matt took the stairs. After reaching Zach’s floor, he noticed his apartment took up the entirety of it, and there were strangely no hallway cameras. He slipped inside the hall after you entered his apartment. Zach locked the door behind you.

The only hard part about this mission was listening to you and Zach talking. He listened from outside the door, against the wall, patiently. Waiting for any indication that this was a bad scene, waiting for something for Zach to do or say that showed he was lying. He listened as you faked not being impressed by the view of the city, he listened as Zach showed you his library, he heard your subtle disappointment at not looking at the law books, he listened as you finished your glass of chardonnay, and graciously accepted a second glass.

And then, he did hear something that piqued Matt’s interest—as Zach poured your second glass of wine, he reached for something in the pocket of his pants. A small pill container, the size of a quarter. Matt couldn’t smell what the pill was. He couldn’t tell which glass he let the pill dissolve in. Maybe it was a prescription for Zach. The two of you continued on with conversation—Matt’s heart jumped when you mentioned him and Foggy’s name—and his hands created fists at Zach’s answers. Everything seemed okay—maybe the pill was for Zach, but Matt needed that confirmation.

The next few minutes happened so fast, as Matt was trying to piece it all together and make sense of the scene he was listening in on.

“You okay?” He heard Zach ask. Matt’s brows furrowed underneath his black mask, and all his heightened senses were focused on you. Your hands weren’t moving—they were sweaty. Your breathing was beginning to get heavier. Your throat was dry suddenly. You could barely move, and you were struggling to find your voice. And when you did, Matt’s heart dropped, and he broke into a cold sweat.

“Something’s not right,” he heard you utter weakly. Matt wanted to barge in there now, but he needed to make sure that what was happening was true, and with every bone in his body he prayed to God that it wasn’t what he thought. He listened as Zach offered to help you lay down on the couch, but it wasn’t until Zach whispered those words you wanted to lay down that his fears were confirmed true.

Zach must’ve not heard Matt’s first attempts at kicking his door down. With all his might, Matt rammed his right foot at the door handle, kicking and kicking until he finally made a dent in it, and he was able to knock the door down.

An all-encapsulating rage filled Matt’s bloodstream, it felt like—it felt like he wasn’t even in control of his body. The rage was controlling his movements. He stomped over to where Zach hovered over you, as he was unbuttoning his pants, and gripped Zach’s shoulders so hard he threw him onto the dining room table.

Without thinking, he began to punch Zach in his stomach, in his arms, his jaw. Everywhere.

“YOU DO NOT TOUCH HER!” Matt shouted as he gripped Zach’s shirt by the collar and yelled in his face. Pulling a punch back, his knuckles met Zach’s cheekbone, again and again and again.

“CAN YOU HEAR ME?” Matt hollered above Zach’s groans in pain. “CAN YOU HEAR ME?!” Matt hadn’t yelled this hard since the last time he ever was in the same room as Wilson Fisk. Matt’s hands were trembling with rage.

“Y-yes,” Zach cracked, coughing up some blood. Matt threw him back on the floor and knelt on his chest, pressing on a bruise Matt’s fists had formed.

“Listen carefully,” Matt seethed, holding Zach’s face. “You will be disbarred,” he said through gritted teeth. “I’ll find your pill bottles, and tie you to this overpriced dining table, and leave you until someone finds you.”

Matt punched Zach in his chest once more before asking, “Do you like how it feels to not be in control?”

He doesn’t let Zach answer. He throws him to the ground once more and does exactly what he said he would—instead of sensing for the pills, he sensed for the containers. After finding them, Matt dragged Zach’s beaten body to the table and tied him with the dining room tablecloth so tightly, that his arms would probably lose all sense of feeling in an hour. Matt threw the pill bottles in his lap.

Feeling that cold sweat over himself again, Matt immediately ran to your side. You lay unconscious on the couch.

He whispered your name.

“It’s me,” he said, even though he knew you couldn’t hear him, “I’m here.” He placed his fingers on your pulse—it was there, but it was slow and faint.

Without wasting time, Matt took you in his arms and escaped Zach’s apartment down the stairs. There was nowhere else to go but his own.

⠋⠁⠊⠞⠓

Matt busted down his rooftop access door and immediately rushed to his bed with you in his arms. Gently laying you down, he ripped off his mask and searched for his burner phone on the nightside table.

“Claire,” Matt said hurriedly on the phone, “I know it’s late, but I need you.”

“Hi Matt, it’s nice to speak with you too,” Claire said sarcastically over the phone.

“I have an emergency,” Matt said in a hushed tone. With one ear pressed to the phone, the other focused on you. You were lying so still, and your heartbeat was faint. He could tell your body temperature was rising into a fever. “Could you come to my apartment?”

“What’s wrong?” She asked with worry in her voice. “Are you hurt?”

“Not me,” Matt shook his head, “it’s a young girl. Twenty-one. She was drugged and now she’s unconscious and I think she’s got a fever now.”

“Jesus, twenty-one? Why didn’t you take her to the hospital?”

“I—I can’t,” Matt said, “I’ll explain when you’re here. Just please come. I’m worried. Her heartbeat it’s… it’s slow. Like, really slow.”

“I’ll be right over.”

Matt clicked his phone shut and immediately went to kneel by your side. He took your delicate hand in his and held it to his lips, eyes closed. Your heart was so faint, it was a struggle for his senses to focus on it. Closing his eyes, Matt whispered a prayer against your hand.

“Be near her in time of weakness and pain, sustain us by your grace…”

Your skin felt so hot in his—it seemed your temperature had spiked.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered. “This shouldn’t have happened. Not to you.” And when he spoke these words, he wasn’t sure what exactly he was sorry for—he couldn’t narrow it down to one thing. He was sorry he lied to you. He was sorry you didn’t know the truth. He was sorry he broke your heart and you needed mending and this is what happened. In every single way, he blames himself for what happened to you tonight. He’ll blame himself forever; forever beg for your forgiveness.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered again, against your knuckles.

He stays like this for a long time, kneeling next to you and holding your hand, until he hears Claire’s knock at his door.

Matt lets her inside immediately—he can sense she has her usual first aid kit along with a bigger suitcase, one he wasn’t familiar with.

“Thank you,” Matt breathed out. “She’s in my room.”

Claire began to unpack her kit and suitcase. Matt listened from the corner of his room, giving her some space. She had a stethoscope and thermometer, and inside the larger kit was a portable IV drip. Matt listened as Claire unpacked the IV drip, standing it next to the bed. She pulled out an IV packet and laid it on the side table. She placed the stethoscope on your chest, right over your heart. It was still very slow. Matt felt a tightness in his chest.

“She was drugged?” Claire asked.

“Yes,” Matt affirmed.

“Do you know who did it?”

Matt tightened his fists. “Yes.”

“Looking at your bloody knuckles, I don’t even have to ask what you did to him.”

“He’ll be disbarred.”

“Disbarred? Wait—a lawyer did this to this poor girl? Matt, how do you know her again?”

He sighed and ran his hand over his face. Obviously, he hasn’t told anyone about you. He’s wanted to talk to someone about it, but never found the strength to—not even in confession. “It’s a long story.”

“Well, I’ve got all night.”

Matt moved to sit at the edge of his bed, near you. By how Claire was kneeling and looking at Matt, he knew there was no escaping the situation. She had such a way over him that he ended up confessing more than he intended to. It was just the way things were between them.

He sighed again before he spoke.

“I saved her one night,” Matt began, “at the beginning of the summer. She was out with her friends. She went back to the bar she was at to get her wallet. She was alone. A few guys stopped her on her way home, with ill intentions, but I saved her.”

“Okay,” Claire gently urged, knowing it didn’t stop there.

“I…I didn’t expect this to happen. She started talking to me, and I ended up walking her home that night. I didn’t think I’d run into her again. But then, I did. Another night. This time, she was saving another girl from some asshole boyfriend. She was almost attacked again.”

“Seems like you have a type,” Claire said with irony in her voice.

“I saved her again. She asked me to teach her self-defense, so I did. And then… I just kept coming to her. Every night this summer, on her roof. I wanted to be with her.”

She was silent for a moment. “Does she know who you are?”

“No,” Matt shook his head, “and that’s the worst part.”

“Jesus, Matt,” Claire shook her head. “Why wouldn’t you tell her who you are if you felt something for her? You just kept this lie going?”

“Because she ended up getting hired at my firm. I—I didn’t know she applied. Karen interviewed her and wanted to hire her. I couldn’t tell her.”

“You could’ve,” Claire argued, “you so could have, Matt.” Claire’s exhale said it all—it was a sound Matt was used to hearing from his friend: a sound of disappointment, exasperation, one that asked what were you thinking?

“She’s…young, Matt.”

“Age has nothing—“

“That’s not what I mean. I mean, I don’t know her, but when I was her age, I was naive as hell and thought everyone around me had good intentions. So when someone you think is close to you, someone you trust, hurts you, it hurts a thousand times more than it should. A thousand times.”

“I know, Claire,” Matt said, “I know.”

“Then, why lie?”

“I didn’t want anything to ruin what we already had. Like, her finding out that the person she’s been seeing is actually her boss,” Matt said, and he never really spoke these thoughts aloud. When he did, he once again, realized how fucked up the situation really was—his lying, in both parts of his life.

“Sounds like you selfishly withheld the truth so you wouldn’t lose her.”

“Right,” he digressed.

“But something tells me now, you may lose her either way.”

“I already lost her. One night, she tried to take my mask off while we, you know, and I—I lost it. I yelled at her. Told her I wasn’t ready. She told me she never wanted to see me again. She told me she loved me, and it wasn’t fair what I was doing to her.”

“She was absolutely right,” Claire said.

“She was wrong about how she thought I felt about her, though.”

“I know how you are, Matt,” Claire said softly, changing her demeanor from before. “You push the people you love away. It’s a terrible habit.”

“I didn’t want to push her away,” Matt argued. “I wanted her, more than anything. I was afraid to lose her. I thought that keeping the secret would afford me that luxury. The truth is, I don’t deserve her.”

“Stop,” Claire said. “Enough with the Catholic self-loathing. That alone is enough to push people away. If you want her, you tell her the damn truth, and you fight for her! If you already lost her twice, it sounds like you have only one chance to make it right.”

He stayed silent. If only he was so lucky to still have one more chance with you.

He listened as Claire took your temperature and placed the back of her hand on your forehead.

“Jesus,” Claire uttered. “She’s burning up. 104 degrees.”

“The side effects?”

“Rohypnol is a very strong sedative, hypnotic drug. Just one pill can knock you out for hours. She’s—it’s not good, Matt. I think he gave her a high dose to burn up like this.”

Matt shut his eyes tight, in an attempt to control his anger. “How long will she be out? What does she need?”

“It depends. She’ll definitely need you by her side because she may be really anxious when she wakes up. It’s another side effect. Plus confusion and nausea. You’ll need to talk to her calmly. She needs sleep, plenty of water, and this IV I’m putting in now.”

“Okay,” Matt nodded. “Do you think she’ll be out the whole night?”

“I don’t know,” Claire shrugged, “but you need to make sure you are here with her, or else if she wakes up to an empty room, she’ll panic. She needs you here.”

“I’m not leaving her side.”

“She needs you, Matt. As in, Matt Murdock. Not vigilante boyfriend.”

“I know,” he breathed. “I know.”

“I didn’t know what to expect so I brought some clothes for her. She can change into them when she wakes. Otherwise, just make sure she drinks water. It’ll have to be flushed out of her system. It’s going to be rough if she wakes up earlier than six hours after the drug, and it’ll take another 12 hours for it to be out of her system. I think she should stay here for the weekend.”

“That’s fine,” Matt nodded. “She’s safe here.”

“I know she is,” Claire said. “I’ll leave the kit so you can take her temperature—unless your abilities can do that. Otherwise, you know what else to do.”

⠋⠁⠊⠞⠓

After Claire left, Matt stood in his room for a moment, standing over his bed with you in it. Tuning out the light rain that had begun, he listened to your chest as it gently rose and gently fell. You made no movements at all except to breathe. He sensed that your shirt was still more than half unbuttoned. Careful to not touch your skin, he buttoned it all the way back up.

He closed his eyes and focused all of his senses on you. Your body temperature was still high. You’d likely get chills from it. He threw his silk blanket over you and found some more blankets to put at the foot of the bed, in case you wanted more. He fetched a glass of water and placed it on the nightside table. With one final pause, Matt retreated to his living room and to his couch.

For a while, he just laid there, hand over his heart, the other under his head. He listened to you through his sliding doors, sleeping. A great part of him was concerned for you, but the other part of him was wondering how you would react when you woke up. From waking up in his bed to realizing what had happened—would you remember it all, or would the side effects be too strong? And of course, when he decides to tell you who he is, how will you react? The one thing he has been trying to avoid this entire time will now be reality. He wonders, if he had told you from the beginning, would this all have ever happened?

He’s imagined having a relationship with you as Matt Murdock. He imagined late nights at his apartment, with you studying and him coming home from a late-night patrol. He imagined talking about law with you, drinking with you, kissing you, leading you to the bed he’s imagined laying you in countless times. Yes, he’s wanted you in his bed, but not like this. Not like this. If the guilt he felt was bad before, it was nothing compared to now.

An hour passes. And then two, and then three, and Matt’s counted each breath you’ve taken. Your heartbeat was steady now, not slow like it was before. Your fever was still high, and you’ve begun to shake in your sleep. He almost wants to get up and put more blankets on you but— he pauses—you’ve shifted in bed. Your heart starts pounding loudly in your chest, in his ears—you’re awake, and you’re scared, like Claire said you would be.

Matt sits up from the couch and listens as you reach for more blankets. You’re breathing is shaky and your heart is still pounding so hard in your chest. He knows it’s now or never. Slipping his black mask on over his face, one last time for you, he walks slowly to his room and slides the doors open.

“M-Mike?” Your quivering voice feels like a million tiny pricks in Matt’s heart. It’ll be the last time you ever call him Mike. “What—you brought me here?”

“Yes,” he answers, and he realizes this is the first time he’s speaking to you as your savior in a long time. God, it made him realize how much he had to say to you. So many things were limited to work, to be cordial, to pretend he doesn’t miss how you feel against him, and now that he has another chance, he knows he can’t mess this up. This moment is so delicate for the two of you, but especially you—he’s walking slowly and pauses immediately when he senses you flinch in bed. The reaction breaks his heart.

“It’s me,” Matt reassures you, “I’m not going to hurt you.”

“I know,” you quivered, pulling your knees to your chest. “I don’t know why I flinched.”

It’s no time for Matt to be angry right now, angry that that piece of shit has given you trauma. Matt packs his anger away in a box and mentally shoves it in the back of his mind. He needs to be soft with you right now. Gentle. That’s what you need. And he wants to be that for you.

“It’s okay,” Matt whispers, and now his own heart is beating hard in his chest. He’s not used to you being so…small. Vulnerable. A lump forms in his throat. He needs to be near you. “Can I sit next to you?”

“Yeah,” you squeak, and Matt can hear the desperation in your voice. “Yes.”

“Okay,” he quickly says, and he sits on his bed near your knees. You’re still shaking. He wants to wrap his arms around you—tell you it’s okay. But it’s not. “How do you feel?” He asks, even though he knows it’s a stupid question. Truthfully, he’s not sure where to begin.

“I can’t stop shaking like I have a fever,” you say through chattering teeth. Your body is twitching from the chills. “My head is pounding. My throat is dry.”

“You have a fever,” Matt says, “but the IV is helping bring it down.”

“Did you hook me up to it?”

“No. A friend did,” he said.

“Mike,” something in your voice changes: you sound uncertain, scared, confused. Everything Claire said you would be, you are. Anxious, frightened. You can’t remember. “What happened to me?” Your voice cracked as you asked your question. Not even Matt’s mask could cover the fact he was nearly trembling too. Matt swallows his pain away and clenches his jaw.

“Nothing happened to you,” Matt tries to reassure you, but he knows there’s more to unpack. Later. “I didn’t let him.”

“Did he… I felt like everything was fine and then suddenly I couldn’t walk. Did he slip my drink something?”

Matt only nodded. “You’re experiencing the side effects now. It’ll be in your system for 12 hours, but the IV is flushing it out.”

“Oh my, God,” you cried. Tears welled so fast in your eyes, that they pooled down your cheeks, and the room smelt overwhelmingly like salt. You cried and cried, and Matt thought that while he was well-prepared for the darkness of life, the heaviness that this curse he has brings him, nothing could prepare him for the sound of you in pain. Nothing. He never wanted to hear you like this again. You weren’t supposed to know this pain. This shouldn’t have happened.

Honestly, being in this mask around you made Matt feel sick. It suddenly felt so tight on his face, like he was being suffocated. He couldn’t do it anymore—he couldn’t hide from you. He couldn’t hide his feelings anymore. He didn’t want to console you as your savior. He wanted to as Matt Murdock.

He says your name, ever so softly. “You’re with me.”

And slowly, Matt unties his mask and pulls it over and off his head.

For those few short moments, he doesn’t know what to make of your reaction.

⠋⠁⠊⠞⠓

“Matt,” You could barely form syllables, let alone words, when you squeaked out Matt Murdock’s name. You didn’t even truly believe you said his name when you saw his face. A tornado of thoughts swarmed in your head: Matt? How is this even…he’s blind—your boss?! Your savior is Matt Murdock? It’s been him all along?

It’s as if the sight of him alone took away every chill in your body, and you felt even more hot than you did before. Your heart started to pound again, and your tears dried on your cheeks. You weren’t sure for how long you were speechless, but in those moments you tried to put together the puzzle in your head of how this could be possible, but you couldn’t get the pieces to fit. Nothing made sense.

You ran a hand over your face and blinked really hard before opening them again to still see Matt Murdock sitting on this bed—his bed—with you. Concern was etched over his hazel eyes—you were still reeling in this revelation. Your boss, Matt Murdock. Who gave you daily tasks at work, who you helped write briefs with, who you went over his cases with, Matt Murdock who you went out after work with to Josie’s, Matt Murdock who got mad at you for putting yourself in danger, Matt Murdock who you desperately wanted approval from so badly because you admired his work, Matt Murdock who you shared early mornings with at the office, Matt Murdock who took his coffee black, Matt Murdock who encouraged you in your legal career…

And then it dawned on you—like, really dawned on you, all at once.

This wasn’t only Matt Murdock, but this was your savior, too. Your savior who saved you all those months ago on your way home from the bar; your savior who walked you home that very first night; your savior who saved you again, your savior who met you on your rooftop and taught you self-defense; your savior who kissed you on your rooftop, your savior who has touched you—oh my fucking, God.

“I’m going to throw up,” you felt an overwhelming fullness in your stomach and chest, and your mouth suddenly became very watery, that familiar feeling of your body preparing itself to vomit. Without hesitation, Matt immediately ran to the bathroom and fetched a garbage pail. You grabbed it from his hands and leaned over his bed, throwing up bitter bile and liquid. The nausea you felt compared with the shock was a lot for you right now. You felt Matt reach to pull your hair back but you swatted his hand away, in surprising frustration.

God, you felt so fucking angry right now. And you wanted to yell at him like he was your savior, but then again, he was also your boss, and that didn’t feel right either. Coupled with anxiety and nausea and that strange dryness of sadness you felt all over your body, you placed the pail on the ground and fell on your back, trying to focus on not feeling nauseous.

“Nausea is a side effect,” Matt says softly. A side effect of what? The drugs, or finding out you’ve been my boss this entire time?

“Is it,” you breathed. You really didn’t know what to say to him. You didn’t know how to talk to him. You couldn’t even look at him. You lay on your back, facing up at the ceiling. His ceiling.

“Do you need—“

“I don’t know what I need,” you cut him off. You leaned up on your elbows, looking at him. He looked concerned, worried. Like he didn’t know what to say either. “I don’t know how to talk to you,” you began to shiver again from the chills. “I don’t know if I should talk to you like my savior or my boss.”

“Just talk to me,” Matt furrowed his brows.

“You? Talk to you?” You questioned. “I—I don’t even know who that is. I’m—I’m infuriated right now. I’m confused how this is possible. You’re—you’re Daredevil? I don’t understand.”

“It’s a long story,” Matt started to say, but you cut him off again.

“A long story, like how you ended up being both my affair and my boss?”

He was silent for a moment, his gaze falling short of your chin. Something flashed over his face—realization.

“You’re upset,” he plainly states.

“I’m not upset,” you frowned, “I feel…I feel betrayed. I feel like a fool. I… I feel like an absolute mess right now. I wake up, in your apartment, feeling grateful you saved me again from a predator, and then, I finally find out who you are, and all over again I feel like a fucking idiot. Like this is some sick joke.”

“It’s not,” Matt said, “you’re not an idiot.”

“Clearly you think I am,” you argued, “for you to pretend like you didn’t know me this whole time.”

“I didn’t pretend until after your interview.”

“After my interview,” you repeated, “right at the beginning of the summer.”

“Yes,” Matt answered. “I didn’t know you would apply to the firm. I didn’t know we would have this connection before. I didn’t know.”

“But…you still kept coming to me,” you said in disbelief, “you kept coming to see me, knowing you were my boss now, and the things we did—I feel—I feel so violated. I feel gross. Now that I know it was my boss—you—who I was doing those things with. You… you touched me,” you squinted your eyes at him. “I—I told you that I love you.”

“I know,” Matt swallowed and looked away. “I know.”

And that’s all he had to say. You scoffed at him and shook your head.

“Did you think revealing yourself to me would change anything?”

“I didn’t know how you’d react. But I wanted you to know because I’m done pretending around you.” His calm demeanor didn’t match your uncertain, upset one.

“And it took me nearly getting raped for you to finally make that decision,” you jabbed. You were still shaking, but now you weren’t sure if it was from the chills you had or anger. “I wasn’t worthy of it before.”

Matt furrowed his brows, lips parted—you struck something in him. He shook his head. “__,” he said your name, “that’s not at all why. I care about you so much more than I’ve ever cared for anyone.”

“You lied,” you whispered, ignoring his reasoning. “You lied to me. You sat in your office every day, knowing that at night we’d meet at my rooftop and you’d touch my naked body and kiss me and you showed up the next day like nothing. You—God, and this is the worst part—you knew how badly I was hurting when we fought that one night and you came in every day asking how I was. I—God, I even confided in you about… you… and I didn’t even know it. And you gave me advice. You even lied then.”

“You’re right,” Matt nodded, “I lied. __, I haven’t felt a connection with someone in a long time. You changed that. You changed so much for me. And what we had was—is—special. I didn’t want anything to mess that up. If you had found out after the fact that I was who I was, I was afraid to lose you. I—I didn’t know what to do. I admit it. I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I’m sorry I hurt you. I’m sorry I lied. I will never forgive myself for it.”

“I’m not sure I can forgive you,” you whispered in return, feeling your heart beating fast. You started to feel nauseous from sitting up and began to lay back down, too weak to continue to argue, too anxious to look at him. It felt like a gate was closing around your heart. Thick chains wrapped around it, with one single lock holding it shut. Once, he may have held the key.

“You don’t have to,” Matt said after a long pause.

“I know I don’t,” you said obviously. Tears welled in your eyes and your throat suddenly felt very tight. “God, this is so weird and fucked up,” you said as the levity of this revelation fell all over you. “When I didn't know who you were, moments before, I might’ve heard angels sing when I realized you were the one to save me from that awful man. But now, I feel tricked all over again. I want you to go away, but at the same time, I want you to never leave me again.”

“I won’t leave,” Matt said with a quiet urgency, his brows furrowed. “Not ever again.”

“Maybe you should,” you said.

You didn’t know what else to say. The man you were pining after for months turned out to be right under your nose the entire time. The man you lost sleep over, the man you cried over, was sitting next to you and he was your boss. You felt anxiety creeping on your skin, and you couldn’t stop shaking.

“I’m so cold,” you tried to turn on your side avoiding moving the IV in your arm. You closed your eyes, the heavy feeling of exhaustion in your eyes. You felt Matt put more blankets over you before he got up and did as he was told.

The weight he had on the bed disappeared as soon as he stood up. When the weight of him was gone, you felt instant regret. He walked outside of his room and slid the door shut again, leaving you alone. It was then you finally cried yourself to sleep.

⠋⠁⠊⠞⠓

The loudest crack of thunder shook you awake. One of those sounds that sends you into a mini panic until you get a sense of your surroundings. Heart pounding, eyes searching for a threat in your room. Then you realize this isn’t your room, it’s Matt’s.

Still feeling the side effects from the drugs, you weakly reached out to grab the glass of water that sat on the nightside table. You finished the whole thing in a few gulps. Settling back down on Matt’s silk sheets, you looked around his room as the rain started to fall hard on the roof.

The roof made you think of all the times he’s met you on yours. So many late nights you spent with him, lost in kisses and touches. You could imagine it now. His half-covered face, dark silhouette waiting for you, arms open for an embrace. The person you longed for all this time turned out to be Matt Murdock, the person you had so much respect for. Now, things were strange because those two people ended up being the same person. It was Matt you were kissing. It was Matt you loved. It was Matt you exiled and it was Matt you missed, all this time. It was Matt who saved you tonight.

You felt another urge to cry, and you did. Tears fell on his silk pillowcase. You were upset, but not at him anymore. Flashbacks of the night before reeled in your mind. Zach’s devilish smile, his gentle urgency at offering you wine, leading you to the couch, and…

A cold shiver went down your spine. You couldn’t remember anything else, and that terrified you. Your skin started to crawl—you wanted to rip this IV out of your arm but knew that wasn’t an option. You lay on your back in frustration, staring at Matt’s ceiling.

Why did this happen? Why did you feel this pain? Why did Zach drug you? Why did Matt lie? Why did this happen? Why? Why? Why?

Your eyes welled with tears again, that thick feeling only sadness could bring all over your body. It was a suffocating feeling, to feel so attacked in many parts of your life. All you wanted was your savior to be honest. All you wanted was help with law school. Your tears stained the silk pillow you lay on.

You felt an overwhelming feeling of not wanting to be alone. Alone in this room, alone in this bed. The one person you wanted to see was your savior, and that turned out to be Matt. And you didn’t want to see him right now, but it was hell to lie to yourself like this.

“Matt,” you weakly called. He was probably sleeping, what was the use? “Matt…”

Not even a moment later the sliding doors were opened, and in came Matt without his mask on, worry all over his face, brown hair tussled like he was just lying down. He immediately knelt beside you. A warmth spread over your chest at the sight of him.

“I’m here,” Matt whispered. “What’s wrong?”

Another crack of thunder and you jumped from the noise.

Everything about him was starting to become familiar, like a blurred image coming into focus. The more you looked at his lips, the more you thought how obvious it should’ve been. You ignore his question. Everything is wrong.

“Just stay here,” you whispered, “please. The thunder.”

He nods, and sits patiently, waiting for another command from you. He looks so worried. You stare up at his senseless eyes, wondering if he really was blind. Of course he was, you push the thought away. You didn’t understand it, but he was certainly blind. His gaze fell on your right shoulder. You’ve never been this close to him before, as Matt Murdock.

“I keep trying to imagine you with the mask,” you reach up suddenly and place the back of your hand over his face, just above his nose, like a mask. He takes your hand off his face and instead holds it, smiling sadly. It’s then you see how bloody and bruised his knuckles are, and the picture becomes even more clear. All those times you saw him with wounds, the times you’ve offered a bandaid, were from his activities as Daredevil.

“What did you do?” You found yourself asking. “To him?” You were mesmerized by the way his knuckles looked a mix of purple and red. It looked painful.

He shook his head at first. It felt wrong for you to know the lengths of violence he was capable of. “I hurt him badly,” Matt spoke evenly, “for what he tried to do to you.” His hazel eyes were soft, eyelids half moons. Even to hear Matt’s voice gave you shivers.

“It looks like some of those hits might’ve ricocheted to you,” you commented, holding his hand in the dim light of his nightside table. “And this is just from tonight, huh? I don’t know how you deal with this pain every night. I can’t even handle it now, and I didn’t take anything physical.”

“People like you aren’t supposed to know this pain.”

“And neither should you,” you gently argued.

Matt pressed his lips together. Something behind his words made you think of all the times he’s told he is Catholic.

“It was hard,” you felt your tears well again, “to be in that position. I didn’t think I’d make it out there unharmed. Thank God you were there. I keep replaying it in my mind, and these images of him over me keep intruding, and I just get scared again.”

“I could hear it,” Matt said, “in your heartbeat. That something was wrong.”

“What do you mean? Like your heightened senses?”

“Yes,” Matt nodded, “I can hear your heartbeat. It can tell me when you’re lying, excited, nervous, or scared.”

You were quiet for a moment, realizing Matt probably listened to your heartbeat during the entirety of your affair, and you had no idea. You felt a pang in your heart this time, realizing how unfair it was he could hear if you lied, but you never knew he lied to you.

“Tell me,” you whispered, “did you ever catch me in a lie?”

“No,” Matt answered, understanding your message. “Never.”

“I still can’t mesh the two of you together,” you thought aloud, “That the person I fell in love with is the same person who’s kneeling next to me. It’s weird. And you’re the person I spent mornings with, making small talk. Making you coffee. Seeking your approval.”

Matt’s eyebrows lifted at your last sentence. “My approval?”

“If it wasn’t obvious before Matt, I happen to have respect for your work. When you got mad at me that one time, I was crushed. It was like being scolded by a favorite teacher, or mentor. Now, it makes a whole lot more sense to me why you reacted the way you did. You were reacting as my savior, not as my boss.”

“There’s nothing you needed to do to prove yourself to me,” Matt said. “I knew from the moment I met you you were a pure, kind person. Smart. With a tendency to talk back,” he let himself laugh. “You’re going to make an amazing attorney one day.”

“And at night,” you choked up at your words for some reason—you were emotional all around. You felt stretched thin and your emotions felt intense, like you didn’t know what to feel first. “At night, you were the one I always waited for. The one I needed to be held by. The one I needed to—to kiss, and touch and be with. The one I grew so attached to,” your voice quivered. “God, the things we did together,” you shut your eyes tight, cringing at the memories of your savior—Matt—making you shake from an orgasm, wet from his touch alone, his lips on yours… it was all with him.

Matt shifted as he listened to you speak. He didn’t know what to say.

“That’s why you never let me return the favor,” you realized. While you were still reeling in you did sexual things with your boss, part of you was thankful he never took advantage of you like that. He could’ve. He absolutely could’ve. But he didn’t. Did that make it better? You weren’t sure. You were still lied to.

“Do you regret it?” He asked. “Doing those things with me?”

“No,” you said, after some thought. “If you’re the same person I fell in love with, then no. Do you regret it?”

“I only regret not telling you it was me sooner,” Matt answered. “But I can never regret those moments we shared together. More than the physical things. Everything with you, I hold to my heart,” he took your hand and placed it on his chest, so you could feel his heartbeat. It was beating fast.

“I can’t read heartbeats,” you said, “what are you feeling?”

“Afraid,” Matt replied. “I’m afraid to lose you. Again.”

“Then help me understand,” you whispered, tears in your eyes. “That it really is you.”

Your hands lay folded on your stomach. With his gaze softly on your neck, Matt reached his right hand and covered it over your hands. He felt warm and strong—a feeling you knew all too well. You gasped at the contact, even though it was so small. You knew your savior and Matt was one and the same from his touch alone. You looked at him through bleary eyes.

“It’s me,” Matt whispered. “It’s always been me.”

“This is strange,” you said softly. “I watched what I said around you at work. I wanted to impress you so badly. I wanted to learn from you. At night, when I didn’t know it was you, I just—this is going to sound weird—I just wanted to feel you. Be near you. You made me feel so safe. And I can tell you anything and be myself.”

“You can still feel all of that,” Matt gently said, reaching the back of his hand to caress your face. “It’s me.”

“That’s going to be a tough threshold to cross, and I can’t do that alone.”

“What do you need, then? Anything, and I’m there with you.”

You took a deep, sleepy breath. There truly only was one way to cross this threshold of uncertainty.

“I need you to kiss me,” you said.

Matt listened to your heartbeat for a few moments to make sure that you weren’t lying. He wanted to be certain that this was what you needed. Truthfully, it's what he needed, too—desperately.

With his one hand still on your stomach, and the other brushing your hair out of your face, Matt closed his eyes, and slowly filled the small space between your faces. You closed your eyes as well. Just as the hint of his lips was on yours, barely a millimeter apart, Matt paused, let your lips brush for a moment, before he put his lips gently on yours and kissed you ever so softly. You melted in the kiss like you always have. Yes, it was certainly him—your savior.

He kissed you with a gentle urgency, his nose pressed on your cheek. Forehead to forehead. You placed your fingers on his chin, like you always did before you were going to kiss him. You gently moved his face to yours and leaned in again to kiss him softly. Matt closed his eyes and with a new urgency kissed you again, placing his hand on your neck. He breathed in your scent, and felt your velvety skin under his fingers. You opened your mouth, inviting Matt to enter with his tongue, and at the contact, you gasped.

“Oh my, God,” you said, and Matt pulled away from you like he’s been burned.

“What’s wrong?” He asked out of breath.

“It really is you,” you breathed, chasing after his lips with yours.

“It is,” he said against your open mouth.

You pull away again, that uncomfortable feeling of knowing it was Matt. Was it uncomfortable, or was it that thrill you felt the very first night you kissed your savior?

“We can stop,” Matt offered, lips wet from your kiss. You ran your fingers through his brown hair, your fear of letting him in slowly fading the more you looked at him. This was your savior, this was Matt. You shook your head.

“I don’t want to stop,” you said softly. “Kiss me again, and make me understand.”

Matt wasted no time in doing as he was told. He shut his eyes and focused his senses on all of you. Your heart was beating in his ears, and he was grateful it was from excitement and not fear. Finally, he could kiss you without hiding. He licked your bottom lip and gently placed his hands on the back of your neck, lifting you to meet him more comfortably. When he felt you tug at his hair, Matt lifted himself on his bed with his knee. He felt your legs spread under the silk blanket and felt you wrap your arms around him, bringing him closer to you. You placed both hands on his face, Matt kneeling between your legs now. It felt dangerous to be this close to you, closer than he ever has before. Your legs were spread, and he could already sense your wetness pooling in your panties. He could smell your delicious scent. You started to shake again, and Matt stopped.

“Are you okay?” Matt pulls back and places both hands on your shoulders. “You’re shaking.” Your legs started to shake around him.

“Yes,” you said. You leaned up and met him for a kiss, lips clashing and torsos touching. Wrapping your legs around him through the blanket, you brought him closer to your body, and felt him through the sheets. Matt’s whole body, on yours, fully clothed and separated by blankets. There’s no denying and no stopping what’s about to happen between you.

“Closer,” you pleaded. Matt stepped off the bed and pulled the sheets from off of you. You took your skirt off but struggled with your shirt from the IV. Matt chuckled, and that familiar smug smile on his face made you want to wipe it off with a kiss.

“Let me help,” he said softly. You laid your arms flat on the bed and watched as Matt leaned down to slowly unbutton your shirt. You shut your eyes, pushing the thought of that awful man away. This was Matt leaning over you, your savior touching each button slowly, Matt’s gaze falling on your chest. The thrill of it being Matt was a lot, but you realized you’re nothing he hasn’t touched before.

When your shirt was fully unbuttoned, Matt slipped it off your arms easily. You watched as he also took off his shirt, and you raised your eyebrows in shock. You knew he was built from the times you’ve touched him, but nothing prepared you for his toned and muscled naked torso.

“Can I take this off?” Matt tugged at the loop of your skirt. You nodded.

“Please.”

Matt unzipped your skirt and slowly dragged it down your legs, leaving kisses on the way. You couldn’t stop shaking.

“You’re shaking, sweetheart,” Matt said softly, and God, the flips your heart did when he called you that nickname, “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yes,” you breathed, “yes, Matt.” The more you said his name, the more comfortable you felt with knowing he was your savior, this whole time.

Matt leaned over you again, moved the hair out of your face and kissed your forehead. You ran your fingers over his bare torso and wrapped your legs around him, putting pressure on where you needed it most. Matt kissed your forehead, your nose, back to your lips. When he heard your heartbeat pick up again, he whispered in your ear.

“It’s me,” he whispered, “It’s always been me.”

“Okay,” the feelings you felt were overwhelming now. Your chest felt full when Matt leaned down to kiss you slowly again. He began to pepper kisses on your cheek, your jawline, your neck. And he kissed you for a long time on your neck. You lightly moaned at the contact.

“Mm,” you moaned softly as Matt kissed your neck again. Goosebumps formed all over your arms and back, and you shivered against him. Matt missed hearing you like this as much as he missed kissing you. He felt your nipples harden against him. Your sex was wet through your panties, aching to be touched.

“Can I touch you again?” Matt asked in a deep voice in your ear, pulling back from the neck kisses.

“Please,” you whispered. Matt’s eyes were half moons as his gaze fell on your chin. First, he slowly ran his hand from your neck to your right breast, gently squeezing and kneading it. He felt your nipple harden in the palm of his hand, and he had to stifle his moan. Matt leaned down to kiss your collarbone before he kissed the supple skin of your breast around your nipple. You bit your lip and closed your eyes. Matt could feel the heat pulsating from your pussy, but he wanted to take his time.

“Matt,” you whispered. He liked hearing you say his name. His real name.

“Matthew,” he gently corrected against your skin because God he needed to hear you say his full name.

“Matthew,” you whispered again. Matt wrapped his lips around your nipple, and a jolt of pleasure spread all over your back as he began to suck the sensitive bud. His tongue began to flick your hardened nipple back and forth, back and forth, and you curved in the bed.

“Oh,” you chanted as he kept licking and sucking your nipple. He played with your other nipple with his fingers before he pulled back and kissed you between your breasts.

“It’s me,” he says again. He begins to kiss you down your stomach and stops right at your panties, which are soaked with your wetness. Before he does anything, Matt kisses either of your thighs and slowly pulls your panties off. He takes off the rest of his clothing too, so you are both naked. Though he can’t see you—he can only feel you. And God, do you feel so soft and wet. Your skin has goosebumps all over. You haven’t stopped shaking. Matt can hear your heartbeat in his ears, can sense how wet you are in his bed.

The ache for him is too much, your pussy is throbbing to feel him inside you. Matt leans down and you tug on his brown hair. Matt breathes in your scent before he places his tongue on your pussy and licks up slowly to your sensitive clit.

“Oh, God,” you breathe, “Matthew.”

Matt groans against your pussy and begins to lick your wetness faster. He spreads your pussy with his fingers and licks your sex. He presses his lips gently on your clit and sucks, and the intense feeling of pleasure leaves you wanting more. You thrust your pussy onto his face as he continues to lap at your juices. He takes your hand and holds it.

“Mm,” you moan in a sensual voice, enough to almost make Matt leak on the bed. His hardness is throbbing as it aches to find that sweet relief inside you. He continues to lick at your wetness before he pulls back.

“How do you feel, sweetheart?” Matt asks.

“Really good,” you answer, your heart hammering in your chest.

“Do you really want this?” He asks again, concern laced in his voice, despite the situation at hand.

“So badly, Matt,” you reply.

Matt moves up and kisses your lips. You feel your wetness all over his stubbly face as he kisses you deeply. When you closed your eyes, you could see your savior, but when you opened them, it was Matt, your boss. The two were the same. The two were slowly forming into one image. You both pull back at the same time.

“There’s no going back after this,” you whisper.

“I don’t want to go back if it’s not with you,” Matt says.

“Don’t lie to me,” your voice cracks, and it surprises you as much as it surprises him. Matt’s brows furrow as his gaze looks down on you.

“Never again,” he says.

You spread your legs wider in return and the feeling of his hard cock rocking between your pussy lips causes you to moan. Matt balances himself over you, gently sliding his hard cock over your wetness, back and forth. His cock was completely covered in your wetness as it slipped over your pussy. The pressure of his hardness on your clit caused you to feel a tightness in your stomach.

“You’re so wet,” Matt whispers, “like always. So wet.” He could feel his cock aching for your warmth.

You kissed Matt. His lips molded to yours as it always did. And suddenly, Matt pushed the tip of his cock into your warm, tight pussy.

“Mm,” Matt moaned as he tried to push into you more. Your toes curled at the attempt. Matt snaked his arm under you and adjusted you so you lay further down on the bed. Matt leaned down to kiss your neck and it was then you felt the revelation rock your body as his fully pushed his cock inside you, filling you up with every inch.

“Oh, God,” you moaned in his ear as Matt paused with his cock inside you, letting you adjust to his size. He closed his eyes and began to thrust slowly. He felt your velvety pussy wrap around his cock so tightly, it took a few thrusts to fully push inside.

“That’s it,” Matt chanted softly, “you feel so good. Dear, God,” he moaned in your ear. You wrapped your legs entirely around Matt as he continued to thrust inside your pussy. You felt so full with his cock inside, and the more he thrust, the more you wanted him deeper.

“Please,” you begged, “Matthew.”

Matt began to thrust faster and harder into you, knowing he was reaching your sweet spot with every thrust. You just felt…so… good…he kissed your neck to suppress his moans as he continued to thrust harder into you, that sweet relief coming over his cock. The pressure and the need was being melted slowly with your warm and wet and tight pussy.

“You feel so good,” he says again, because it’s all he can say. “So good.”

“Matt,” you said with urgency, knowing you were about to come, “Come inside me.”

Matt paused at your request but continued to thrust into you. Out of breath, he looks up at you. “I’m so close,” he breathed.

“Come inside me,” you say again, this time with moan at the end, begging. “Please, Matthew.”

Matt continues to thrust inside you, every wave of pleasure washing over him as he listens to your moans and hears the sound of how wet you are and his cock slamming into you. He wanted you to come first, and he felt you were on the way as your pussy began to clench his cock harder than before, your toes began to curl and your stomach began to tense and suddenly—you were washing all over his cock as you moaned his name. This wasn’t your savior, this was Matt.

“Matt!” You screeched as you came and your pussy convulsed in orgasm and Matt was thrusting even harder into you. You could feel the tip of his cock all the way inside you, each time it hit your sweet spot you moaned in his ear and came all over him.

Matt took a shaky breath as he let those familiar waves wash over him, his throbbing and aching cock soon to feel the relief he’s been wanting and needing this whole time. From your tight wetness around him to you moaning his name, Matt isn’t far behind. With one last hard thrust inside you, he stays inside your pussy as his cum completely fills your warmth and you clench his cock. Matt comes inside you and continues to thrust with each pump of cum he spills in you. One, two, three… his warm cum feels so good inside you, as it spurts in your pussy.

“Oh, God,” he breathes in your ear, “Oh, oh, my God.”

Breathless, he stays on top of you for a moment, both your bodies slick with sweat. It’s your wetness and his pooled together as his cock stays inside you until he’s strong enough to slowly pull out, and when he does you feel the absence of his size immediately. His cum spills out of you slowly and Matt is on his way to get a warm towel.

You lay there, breathless, as he cleans you up and your heart returns to its normal pace again. He brings the silk blanket over your naked body and kisses your bare shoulder.

“Stay here,” you give him one last command. Matt's eyes are soft and he smiles a little. He joins you in his bed, under the silk covers, and brings you close to him. He hopes you’ll be this close for a long time.

TAGS: @starry-night-20 @sumsytee @queerqueenlynn @mattmurdocksstarlight @marvelcinematiquniverse @hailey-murdock @yeonalie (please let me know if I missed you!)

#matt murdock #daredevil #charlie cox #marvel #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x you #claire temple #foggy nelson #karen page #daredevil born again #matt murdock smut #blind faith

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theaawalker · 2 years ago

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Fandoms I'll Write For

Marvel (not Iron Man, Starlord, Loki, Thor, Doctor Strange, or Hawkeye, Drax, Victor Creed, Antman, Adam Warlocke, AG's Spiderman, or Cyclops)

DCEU (not Peacemaker, Killer Croc, JL's Joker, RP's Batman, or anyone from Gotham except Jerome/Jeremiah Valeska)

Scream Queens (not Chad Radwell or Pete Martinez)

American Horror Story (only Murder House, 1984, Freakshow, and Cult)

Hunger Games (not Gale, Maymitch, President Snow, or Cato)

The Maze Runner (not Ava Paige, Jorge, or Janson)

My Little Pony

Once Upon A Time (not Hook, David, Rumple, Neal, Peter Pan, or Zelena)

Pacific Rim (not the sequel)

Twilight (not Seth, Edward, Carlyle, or Jasper)

Stranger Things (not Will Byers, Billy Hargrove, or Jim Hopper)

IT (2017, 2019, and tv series) (not Henry Bowers or Pennywise)

Jurassic Park/World (not Owen Grady or Ian Malcolm)

Jumanji (1997 & 2017)

Zathura (not the dad or robot)

Stand By Me (not Ace Merrill)

Girl, Interrupted (not Jared Leto's character)

The Black Phone (not the Grabber or Mr. Blake)

Teen Wolf (the film & series)

Equestria Girls

Teen Wolf (not Peter, Jackson, Theo, or Derek)

The Office (not Jim, Ryan, or Dwight)

Now You See Me (not Dylan Rhodes or Merritt McKinney)

Descendants (not Chad, Harry, Ben, Jay, or Carlos)

Sky High (not Zach or Speed)

Percy Jackson films (not Luke Castellan)

The Umbrella Academy (not Five)

TMNT (live action ver. only)

Dance Moms (not the final season)

Ender's Game

Wednesday (not Xavier, Tyler, or the Dean)

Spiderman: Into the Spiderverse (not Mentor Peter Parker)

Unbreakable (not Hedwig or Dennis)

Big Hero 6

The Black Mirror

Dynasty (not Culhane, Adam, or Blake)

Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory

Spy Kids

Sharkboy & Lavagirl

Clue, Knives Out, & Glass Onion

Back to the Future (not Biff), Breakfast Club (not Bender), Sandlot, Stand By Me (not Ace Merrill), Mighty Ducks, The Outsiders (not Dally, Two-Bit, Randy, Bob, Steve, or Darry)

I’m willing to write imagines for underage characters so long as there's no romance (examples: hang out with the Losers Club at the barrens; go shopping with Eleven and Max; play baseball with Finney and Bruce). I’m allowed to deny any request and the longest I should take ever to write one is about 2 weeks. I’ll write smut, fluff, angst, poly relationships, LGBTQ+, etc. Generally most of my x readers are female unless stated otherwise.

What I won’t write-

I won’t write anything to do with rape, bestiality, necrophilia, incest, romance with anyone younger than 18, gun play, anything about poo(sexually), anything about urine(squirting is fine considering it’s not technically urine), age gaps. See guidelines for more details.

Thanks for reading❤️

A.A. Walker

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iliumheightnights · 5 years ago

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Warren's reaction when his brother says he's dating Zack

“Really? The glowstick? I guess it’s better than Stronghold or puddles. But if he hurts you, glowstick becomes a sparkler.”

#asks #Sky High #sky high zach #zach springer x male reader #zach springer x male!reader #zach springer

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yespolkadotkitty · 4 years ago

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Helloooo! So I’m a sucker for sadness. Sometimes when work/ family gets bad, I go our building’s rooftop and just look at the night to hit pause on life🌖💫 What would Zach do when he sees you up there and how would he comfort you? 🌙Thank you! 💛

Words: 1200 ~ Pairing: Zach Wellison x gn!reader

Warnings: swears, sleeplessness

The night sky stretched above you, an endless carpet of blue-black, punctuated by pinprick stars. In the distance, the light of an airplane blinked, moving over the horizon.

It all looked blurry through your tears.

Thank goodness this building had a rooftop you could retreat to.

Not that you were technically allowed up here but - you were pals with the maintenance guy.

You gazed up at the sky, angrily swiping at your eyes. You came up here often when things got too much; when it felt like the universe was shitting on you on a daily - sometimes hourly basis.

You pulled your cardigan around you - the late Spring air still had teeth - and drifted off into your thoughts, only jerking around when the door shut behind you.

The man was silhouetted in the evening light, but you’d recognise those broad shoulders and that tufty hair anywhere.

“Hey,” he began, crossing the rooftop to you.

“Hey.” You suddenly thought that he might have come wearing his Superintendent hat, rather than in the form of a friend. “I can go.”

“No, no…” He gazed at you, his eyes softening. When you’d first met six months ago, when he’d come to your door to fix a faulty radiator valve, his exterior seemed prickly, walls up around him everywhere.

Slowly, the ice had thawed, and you’d done your part to chip away at the frost, offering him cookies and tea when he had to come attend to issues in your apartment.

Then, one day, he’d come in with his master key. You’d said you’d be out, but - the news had arrived and everything else had fallen away, and you’d lain on the floor, sobbing.

That was how he’d found you.

And he told you about the rooftop, and how he sometimes went there to let off steam, to be alone, to think without the noise of the world interrupting; and he’d cut a key for you.

“Are you okay?” He shoved a hand through his hair, and the movement of his arm made his t-shirt sleeve ride up, showing the bottom half of an intricate tattoo. “Of course you’re not okay - you’re up here.”

“I’m okay. Kind of.”

He took a half step forward. “Should I - leave?”

“No - please stay.”

Zach slipped his hands into his pockets and for moments that stretched, you both gazed up into the starry sky as the world revolved, six storeys below.

“You wanna talk about it?” he asked, at length.

As always, the low rasp of his voice made your stomach fill with butterflies.

“Not really.”

“Okay.”

He never pushed; you liked that about him. You suspected he had his own demons.

“Anything busted in your place?”

You shook your head, smiling. “Stuff doesn’t have to be broken for us to hang out, Zach.”

“That so?” He considered this, and you heard the smile in his voice.

“Can you show me your tattoo?”

“Sure.” He used his left hand to push the right sleeve of his t-shirt up, revealing the large eagle perched on a world, an anchor and rope winding underneath. The Eagle held a flag in its beak, the words Semper Fidelis weaving within.

“It’s.. beautiful.”

“Thanks.”

He let her look a little longer, then dropped his sleeve.

“Do you have any more?” you asked, curiously.

“Nah.” The corner of his mouth crooked up. “Were you hoping for some a little… lower?”

Heat crept up your neck. “Maybe.”

He chuckled softly.

“What?”

Zach lifted his shoulder in a habitual half-shrug that you’d seen him perform a lot. “It’s been a while since someone showed any… enthusiasm for me. Like that. Not since I was a Marine, anyway.”

You shut your mouth as soon as you realised it was hanging open. “Seriously? But you look like - have you seen yourself?”

He dipped his head for a second, an unruly lock of hair falling across his forehead, and he rubbed a hand over the back of his neck.

“Zach…”

He looked up then, meeting your gaze, and you took his hand, tangled your fingers.

“I always assumed you were seeing someone. Or married.”

A rueful chuckle escaped his lips. “No. I mean, one day, maybe. But I needed to get my shit in order. When you live on the street for two years, you forget how to function in society.”

You squeezed his hand, looked into his cocoa-brown eyes. “You’re doing fine from where I’m standing.”

Zach sighed your name. “I didn’t come up here for- for this. I just came to see if you were okay.”

“And I am. Just needed to press pause. You know?”

“I get it,” he said solemnly

“But now....” You lifted your free hand and cupped his cheek. You watched his gaze dart to your mouth, then back to your eyes-

And then finally he kissed you, a testing, questioning kiss, just the butterfly-wings brush of his lips on yours. You heard yourself groan his name, an encouragement, and then his arms slid around you, pulling you close, and holy shit he could kiss.

He ravished your mouth, his talented tongue dancing with yours, his patchy scruff tickling you deliciously, every nerve on fire from his ministrations. His hands clenched on the small of your back and you leaned into him.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a while,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Why didn’t you?”

“Well. You know. Not everyone wants to make out with the guy who empties the garbage disposal when it gets busted.”

Oh, Zach. You cupped his sweet face. “I’m interested, and that’s never going to be contingent on how you pay the bills.”

He dropped his forehead to yours and you held each other for a moment.

“Honey, I think I’m meant to be comforting you,” he muttered, at length.

“You are.”

Zach tugged your hand and led you to the big brick chimney - blocked up and out of use since the building got converted to apartments in the 70s. He sat down and patted the ground between his legs.

You wiggled in, pressing your back to his front, and he rested his chin on the top of your head, his thumb stroking idly up and down your arm.

“Cold?”

“Not with you here.” You pulled his other arm around you, bent to press a kiss to his knuckles. “I mean it, Zach. I don’t care what you do for a living. I like you.”

He let out a long sigh. “I like you, too. So much. You willing to take a chance on a jarhead with semi-unresolved PTSD and only six t-shirts to his name?”

You smiled, kissed his hand again, as the moon rose, high and fat, in the sky. “Don’t feel you have to wear a t-shirt for my sake.”

He chuckled, and squeezed you, and the future felt bright, unravelling before you like pages of a book, just waiting to be filled.

********

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teenwolffan-with-nolife · 4 years ago

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New Life Pt.9

Word Count: 2,889

Characters: Derek Hale, Laura Hale, Stefan Salvatore, Zach Salvatore, OC Characters, Reader

Pairings: Eventual Derek Hale x Reader

Warnings: angst, some fluff, TW:abuse, near-death

A/N: I’d like to clarify that this series does not have an actual plot, and that is a pre-series to another series i’m writing after

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You zoned in and out of consciousness, everything was distorted around you. You felt the car come to a stop as you turned your head slightly, facing Jay.

“Hey, how do you feel?” he asked softly.

“Let me go, please,” you begged.

“Oh, (Y/N), the fun's just getting started,” he stroked your cheek, as you sniffled.

“I have something that’ll make it feel better,” he parked the car, walking out to the trunk.

Here’s my chance

You pulled the handcuffs off gently, you always had a bobby pin on you to pick locks.

Make a run for it, (Y/N)

You opened the door slowly, looking around for Jay before quickly running forward, feeling him wrap his arms around you tightly as you cried out.

“Oh, where do you think you’re going?” he held onto you, dragging you back to the car.

“You have to let me go. Y-You left Derek on the… please let me go,” you cried softly.

“You know, I wanna know more about Derek. You three seem awfully fond of him,” he led you back into the car before you let out a shaky breath.

“On second thought, tell me more about him later. Take this,” he motioned to a vial in his hand as you shook your head.

“What is that?” you asked softly.

“I told you, it’ll make you feel better,” he replied.

“No, I don't want it,” you shook your head.

“(Y/N), be a good girl. Don’t make me force you,” he raised an eyebrow, while he put his fingers through your hair, grabbing your head.

“Stop,” you whimpered.

“Shh, take it, (Y/N),” he grabbed your chin, forcing your mouth open as you pushed him away once more.

“You bitch,” he grabbed onto your head again, pushing it down as you felt it hit the roof of the car, falling unconscious.

“Why is it so hard for you to listen?” he lifted your unconscious body, wrapping rope around you as he tied you to the seat.

He wiped the blood from your forehead, before grabbing your chin, opening your mouth as he poured the liquid down your throat.

He locked your door, before making his way back to the driver’s seat.

Only 100 miles to go.

---

“Hey, what the hell happened here?” Derek paced around the house, tears at the brim of his eyes as Stefan and Laura entered the house.

“Where’s Zach?” Derek’s voice broke.

“I don’t know. What happened, Derek? Where’s (Y/N)?” Derek let out a shaky breath, looking up at Stefan.

“There was some guy here. He took her,” Derek held back his cries as Laura put her hand on his shoulder, pulling him in.

“He didn't do anything to me. He gave me something and I just woke up on the doorstep,” Derek cried softly.

“How long ago did he leave with her?” Stefan asked.

“Last night. All her weapons… why didn't you answer her calls?”

Your vision was blurred, you could barely make out the faces around you. You felt like you were floating, finding it hard to keep your balance and stay vertical.

You felt Jay’s grip on you, pulling you out of the car.

“I don’t feel well,” you said softly, your words sounding slurred.

“You’ll get used to it,” he replied.

“I thought you said I was gonna feel better,” you slurred.

“I said it will feel better, meaning your wounds. You can’t feel them now, right?” you struggled to make out where you were, it was somewhere dark.

“I feel…” you couldn't find the words, fighting to keep your eyes awake.

“It’s like being high minus the fun part,” he finished.

You groaned softly, walking into a house.

“Where are we?” your voice was weak.

“This was my parent’s house. I found their bodies right…” he pulled you further into the house, leading you to what you’d assume to be the living room.

“Here. This entire place was covered in their blood,” you felt his grip on you tighten.

“So, what's your big plan now?” you scoffed.

“Well, for starters, I know there’s a group of hunters coming near here tomorrow,” he explained.

“So you’re just gonna kill them?”

“You’re saying that like they don’t deserve it. They all have it coming,” you shook your head, before he pulled you away.

“Hungry? I know how to make… well… I can warm up some macaroni,” he sat down next to you, pulling you to a table.

“You haven’t told me why I’m actually here,” you said softly.

“Think of it as being the bait. You’re a hunter, you know how they think and how they are. You can lure hunters in while I finish them off,” you ran your fingers through your hair.

“No.”

“You won't have a choice. You know, vampires have compulsion, right?” he walked behind you, putting his hands on your shoulders.

“What I have is more like mind-control. You don’t do what I say, it’ll feel like you’re dying. You can't take that type of pain,” you felt a tear fall from your cheek before he wiped it away, resting his hand on your neck.

“I’m gonna kill you,” you cried.

“Maybe one day, but for now-” he put his hands on your head, while you cried out, feeling him press down on it.

His eyes glew a light gray, while you felt your consciousness leaving you once again.

---

Derek dialed your number, walking outside to his balcony as he wiped away his tears. It went to voicemail as he let out a shaky breath.

“Hey, loser. It’s been a while,” he said softly.

He felt tears rush to his eyes as he paused.

“It’s almost a whole month. We can't find you anywhere,” he said softly.

It was sometime past midnight, as he looked up at the sky.

“I miss you.”

“Do me a favor and call me back when you can, okay? At least let us know if you’re alive,” he hung up the call, his hands shaking as he rested his head in his hands.

“Hey,” Laura walked up to Derek, before wrapping her arms around him tightly.

“I should’ve helped her,” he said.

“This isn’t your fault kiddo. We’re going out tomorrow to go look for her again. Zach said you can come,” Derek nodded softly in response.

“Why can't we pick up her scent?” Derek asked softly.

“We can’t find it anywhere. I’ve been looking as hard as I can. It’s like she’s…” her voice drifted off, seeing the pain in Derek’s face.

“Like she’s dead,” he finished.

“We don’t know for sure. We’re not gonna rest until we at least find her body, worst-case scenario. Go to bed, it’s getting late,” he sighed, before nodding once more.

Laura kissed his forehead, before leaving his room.

---

You wrapped your arms around yourself, looking around the room carefully. The clock said it was 8:38, but you couldn't see the sun or anything to confirm. Tears rushed down your face, remembering the events of the previous nights. He was in control of you, he forced you to help him kill those hunters. You remember them yelling out for you, crying.

You heard the door open, seeing Jay walk into the room.

“Hey,” he pressed his lips to yours as you pulled away.

“We’ll work on that too. How are you feeling?” he asked.

You kept your eyes off of him, staying silent.

“The first time’s always hard. It’ll get easier,” he replied.

You felt your arm aching, as you frowned, looking down at it. Your face dropped, seeing a small green light inside your arm.

“Oh, it’s just a tracker. Don’t want you to run off. Which reminds me, it's time for your next dose,” he reached behind you, grabbing a small box.

“Here you go,” he opened a small vial, handing it to you.

You wiped away your tears, before taking it from him. Taking it was always better than the alternative.

“Good girl,” you coughed softly, as he stroked your cheek.

“I’m having a good time with you here, you know,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead as you remained stiff.

“Breakfast in ten. I’m thinking some pancakes,” he walked out of the room, while you bit your lip, wrapping your arms around your head to refrain from crying out.

All you wanted was to be back home and be safe.

---

“It’s been almost two months. School starts next week. I told Emily and Dean that you were out of town, you went on vacation. They kept asking a lot of questions,” Derek walked around his room, leaving another voicemail for you. It became his coping mechanism, the thought of hearing your voice on the other end.

“Promise me that you’ll kill that asshole,” Derek laughed softly, before pausing.

“I miss you,” he ended the call, before sighing. He walked out of his room, walking to yours.

He looked around, everything was the same as before. Your bed was unmade, all your weapons were out, lined up in a perfect order.

---

You waited for Jay to fall asleep, his arms around your body. You pushed yourself up slowly, making sure he didn't wake up. Your escape plan was perfect. You knew all the entrances of the house, you knew where everything was located. You felt slightly dizzy, putting your hand on the wall next to you. Your entire body ached, filled with all the wounds and bruises left by Jay. If you tried to escape you’d get hurt. If you disobeyed him, you would get hurt. If you did something he didn’t like, you would get hurt.

Every time you attempted something, it would always go bad. It had been nearly two months of this hell, you were ready to leave. All this had been death and pain.

You walked out of the room, making your way to the kitchen as you grabbed a knife, pressing it against your arm.

You held back a cry, feeling the blood dripping down your arm as you put the knife down, reaching for the tracker.

You pulled it out, before wrapping a cloth around your cut.

You reached for the box of matches, seeing something fall before you quickly caught it, covering your mouth.

You stayed frozen, listening out for any noise or sign that Jay was awake.

You let out a shaky breath, before walking towards the door.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” you jumped, hearing Jay’s voice behind you.

“I’m leaving,” you spat.

“(Y/N)...” his eyes went gray as you felt your head pressing in as you winced softly.

Your head was aching, as you tried to keep strong.

“No,” you lit a match, holding it out in front of you.

“Don’t be stupid, (Y/N),” you reached for the knife on the counter behind you, holding it tightly.

You heard Jay chuckle, shaking his head.

“We had such a good time together. Why are you ruining it?” he frowned.

“I want to go back,” you said.

You could feel your head pounding, your vision blurring slightly.

Jay ran to you, pushing you back before you dropped the match, seeing the rug on fire.

“Oh, you-” Jay put his hand in your hair, pulling you up as you yelled out.

You took the knife, using all your strength to push it through his chest.

You saw him freeze, feeling his body go limp as he leaned against you.

You stood in shock, watching him fall in front of you as tears rushed to your eyes before you put your hand over your mouth.

Your headache went away, you could feel your heart racing in your chest.

Shit! The fire

You snapped from your thoughts, running out of the house.

---

You stop frozen in front of the Salvatore house, it had been a day since you left and burned down Jay’s house.

He’s dead now, (Y/N)

You tried to breathe in slowly, before feeling your chest tighten, feeling a sob erupt as you closed your eyes, putting your hands on your head.

It’s okay, it's okay

You wiped away your tears, walking to the front door. You couldn't find your key, using the spare to open the door before you walked into the house.

You saw Zach in front of you, looking straight across from you in shock, seeing your face. He hung up the call he was on, walking slowly towards you.

“(Y/N)?” he said softly.

You nodded, finding it hard to speak as he ran to you, wrapping his arms around you tightly.

“Oh my god. Y-You’re alive,” you felt tears rush to your eyes as you buried your face into his neck, before nodding your head quickly.

“Are you hurt?” he asked softly.

You motioned to your arm, before he pulled you to the side.

“No one else is home right now. God,” he pressed his lips to your forehead before following him to the kitchen, where he kept his first-aid kit.

You watched as he cleaned your wound, shaking slightly. You couldn't bring yourself to say anything still.

“What did he do to you, (Y/N/N)?” you wiped your tears, sniffling softly as Zach spoke.

“Hey,” Zach put his hand on your shoulder as you rested your head on his shoulder.

He stroked your back, holding you close.

“I’m sorry,” your voice broke as he frowned slightly, looking at you as he put his hands on either sides of your face.

“Nothing here is your fault, kid,” Zach replied softly.

“I killed-” your voice broke as you stopped yourself, feeling your heart rate increasing.

“Shh, it's okay. We don’t have to talk about this right now, okay?” you nodded as he pressed a kiss to your forehead once again.

“Jesus. What the hell happened to your arm?” Zach laughed softly as you stayed quiet.

He began to sterilize your wound, while you winced, feeling the alcohol pour through it. He continued to clean it, wrapping up a bandage on it as you remained quiet.

Memories of the past two months came back to your head as you closed your eyes, holding back your tears.

It’s okay, he’s dead

He finished wrapping up your wound before you heard the front door open. Laura, Stefan, and Derek were back.

You walked to the door, pausing as you heard it slam shut.

“We’re gonna keep looking-” Stefan started.

“It’s been two months already!” you heard Derek yell, feeling your heart drop.

“We’ve been looking for two months and we’re not getting any closer to finding her,” his voice broke as Laura walked to him.

“We’re trying what we can,” she said softly.

“We need to try harder. Maybe we should ask Emily and Dean what they know about Jay,” he started.

“I told you no already, we’re not bringing anyone else into this,” Stefan scoffed.

“Which part of you thinks I care? (Y/N)'s gone and it’s my fault. I don’t care who’s part of this or not. I want to find her and I want her to be okay,” you wiped your face, before walking out from behind the wall.

“It wasn’t your fault,” you heard Laura gasp, while Derek paused, slowly turning to face you.

“Oh my god,” in an instant he ran to you, wrapping his arms around you tightly.

You hugged him back, closing your eyes as you buried you held back your cries.

“I’m sorry,” he cried softly.

He buried his head in your neck as you stroked it softly, pressing a small kiss to his forehead.

“This isn’t your fault,” you shook your head.

You could see him shaking as he let go of you. You stroked his cheek, pressing a kiss to his forehead as sniffled.

“Come here,” Stefan and Laura wrapped their arms around you, you could see tears in both of their eyes.

“Are you okay?” Stefan whispered.

“I’m fine,” you nodded.

Laura stroked your cheek, before noticing your wound.

“It doesn't hurt that-” you started, before she held your arm, taking your pain. You saw the black veins appear on her arms before she frowned.

She looked back at you, quickly smiling softly.

“Come on, let’s go upstairs and get you out of these clothes.”

She led you upstairs, to your room before locking the door behind her.

“Take off your shirt, please,” she said softly.

Your eyes watered as you frowned.

“Why?” you asked.

“You’re in more pain than just that cut on your arm. Please, let me see,” she replied.

You slowly pulled your shirt up, hearing her gasp. Your entire stomach and body were littered with cuts and bruises.

“Don’t tell Zach please,” you whispered.

“God, what did he do to you?” she put her hands on either sides of your face, while you saw black veins appear on her arms as she took your pain.

You let out a breath of relief, before leaning into her arms.

“What Jay did to Derek…” you started.

“Derek’s fine. Look, we don't need to talk about this right now. It’s already late. You look exhausted and dirty. I want you to take a shower and go to bed,” you nodded, hugging her once more before making your way to the bathroom, letting your tears fall freely.

I’m home now, I’m safe

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scarofthewind · 5 years ago

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Bughuul x Reader || Part (V)

A/N: Hello, I am so sorry that I forgot about this series, but here is the last part! It is very long and I also loved looking deeper into the deity himself! Very interesting!!! This will contain NSFW and content made for 18+. Enjoy!

It was very cold when you woke up; as cold as it would get for someone who was dead. You could hear a small chatter next to you and you turned your head to see Milo and Ashley talking to one another. Your eyes caught Ashely’s and she smiled.

“You’re awake!” She smiled and darted over to the bed you were laying on, grabbing your hand in hers. “Milo go-”

“On it.” He said with a sarcastic salute. “Welcome to the other side, (Y/N).” He bowed and left the room without another word.

You looked back to Ashley who was already talking your ear off; you lifted your arms trying to push yourself up but she urged you not to. “He’ll be here soon, so just stay put okay?”

“My brother?”

“He’s out collecting with a few others. Bughuul chose him this time; said that I needed to stay by your side in case you woke up.” She beamed.

With a nod, you opened your mouth but closed it when the bedroom doors opened wide and Ashley disappeared. The cold air that used to be hard to breathe in when he was around was light and warm almost when he entered. The doors closed behind him and a few candles lit up around the room. You examined it then, it was much nicer than you expected. The high ceilings with black walls and black furniture made it look vast and empty. The white marble floors and white silk sheets added a brighter perspective to the room.

“I didn’t think the dead sleep.” You said, allowing him to help you sit up.

“We usually don’t, we just have rooms to keep ourselves busy.” He responded. There was no static or negative feedback in your head- everything was smooth. “How are you feeling?” He asked, gently stroking your face.

“I feel light. Like I don’t weigh a thing. I am cold though.” You felt a shiver run up your spine as you spoke.

Bughuul chuckled, “That goes away after a couple of days.” He moved to sit in the chair next to the bed, the window behind him giving you a glimpse of a red aura as the curtains moved. “You must have questions?”

“Where exactly are we? Why is it so fancy in here? What does this mean? What are we?” You spat out all at once. You stared at Bughuul as he tilted his head at you.

“Is that it?” He asked.

“Can I have kids?” You blushed at your question, watching as Bughuul loosened his tie.

“I am going to answer these for you the best I can, in order. We are in my realm of hell. I have my own territory of sorts. It means that your soul, or what you are now, is all that you are, there is no more human you because it does not exist anymore.” He cleared his throat and continued, “What we are is up to you. I am something very complicated for the human mind to understand and therefore you may leave if you would like. If you choose to then you can wander hell until you find someone else you’d rather be with.”

You nodded, looking down at your hands as they shook, “Yes you can have kids. However, they are not like those of a living creatures. They grow faster and die slower once they hit their prime.”

“When you say that you are something complicated...what do you mean?” You looked at him and found that his expressions seemed a bit tightened. “I want to know everything about you before we finish this and I am bound to you for eternity.”

With a nod, Bughuul ran a hand through his hair and shrugged off his black coat, throwing it over the side of the chair. He sighed, “I am a pagan Babylonian deity that has been around hundreds of years. As I have stated, I posses this realm of my own- a certain hell of you will, no one can enter or leave without my permission.” He stood, walking over to the window and pulling back the curtains a bit, the sky was grey like a storm was about to hit. You had a feeling that it looked like this all the time. “I have a brother, whom I no longer see nor talk to. He stays in his place and I stay in mine.”

“What happened between you and your brother?” You asked. Bughuul stiffened in his spot and he let the curtains fall back to their place.

“He, in a fit of rage, shut my mouth with ash.” The air for a second grew cold enough for you to shiver. “Permanently.” You focused on your hands again, taking in everything you’d learned.

“I’m sure you’ll think of other things later.” Bughuul said aloud and you nodded. He turned to face you and you met his gaze. “Do not fear. I don’t intend to bed you just yet.” You blushed and he chuckled as he left the room to let you think things through.

You were awoken by the feeling of your hair being played with. Opening your eyes, you blinked away the darkness to find Ashley sitting next to you. “You fell asleep again.” She said as you sat up.

“We don’t eat do we?” You asked and Ashely shook her head. “That’s a shame because ice cream sounds good.” You smiles and she did too.

“Can I tell you something?” She asked you, becoming serious. You frowned but nodded and she took in a deep breath, “I really want you to become my mom, or as close to one as you can be.”

“Ashley, I already think of you as my family. Especially now.” You smiled at her and she brightened, throwing her arms around you and pressing her cheek to yours.

You looked over when you heard a voice clear their throat and saw Milo and your brother. “Want to check the place out?” Milo asked and you nodded, letting go of Ashley and climbing out of bed. That’s when you realized you were wearing a white silk night down that went just past your knees. “You look fine. We’re all dead anyways, we don’t necessarily look our best.” Milo commented and you gave him a look but let them lead you out of the room.

Ashely practically dragged you to her room as soon as you set foot into the hallway. The amount of drawings that covered the walls made your heart swell. Some were beautiful- then there were others that weren’t. Those you looked away from. “When he doesn't need me for collecting I like to draw.” She smiled at you, showing you a notebook full of her art.

“It’s beautiful.” You replied and she smiled, going back to work on one of her wall pieces.

“C’mon, I’ll show you the rest.” Milo said from behind you and you turned to walk out of Ashely’s room.

The hallway was cold and dark, but comforting. “How are you feeling? I see you haven’t signed the contract just yet.” Milo joked, referring to your white nightgown, the sign of the pure yet to be tainted by evil. “The others were quicker. Guess you like to take your time, huh?”

You froze and you felt your stomach drop. “Others?” Milo stopped walking and looked at you, wide-eyed. “Oh, right.” Of course you knew you couldn’t have been the first one. Bughuul had been around for many years, why would you be the first. “What happened to them?”

“They broke their pact with me.” Bughuul’s voice was loud in your head and you turned around in the hall to face him. Milo was gone.

“Meaning?”

“I made them cease to exist.” He stood before you, with his hands at his sides.

“Like Zach?” You asked and he nodded.

“But worry not, I have a feeling that you wouldn’t try to leave.” He tilted his head for a moment, looking at you better and you nodded. He hummed to himself in confirmation and held a hand out, “Come. We must prepare for the final task.”

You slipped your hand in his and let him guide you back to the bedroom. The double door opened as you approached them and you entered, Bughuul following. “I will have you bathe. By the time you are done, dinner will be ready.”

“Dinner? I thought we couldn’t eat.” Bughuul chuckled.

“Not human food.” He said and you felt a chill run down your spine. His hands pushed you towards the bathroom where a beautiful tub sat waiting. “When you’re done, come to the dining room. I’ll have Milo accompany you.” You nodded and watched him leave before removing your clothes and stepping into the warm water.

Dinner was souls. Literal human souls. They were glowing orbs that ranged in different colors depending on what the person was like. You received a white, near blinding one and Bughuul’s was black. It was complicated to eat at first but you managed.

Your nerves were all over the place the walk back to the bedroom. Fingers playing with the sides of your clean nightgown, the same white silk as before. “You would be calmer if you trusted me.”

“I do trust you.” You said, entering the bedroom and seeing the candles that were lit everywhere. “It’s just been a while.” The door shut behind you and you could feel his presence take over your senses. His hands fell on your shoulders and they turned you around to face him. There, they cupped you’re face, making you look at him.

“I will take care of you. I won’t do anything you don’t like or want.” His voice was soothing and calm as he moved the hair from your face. As if in a trance, you raised a hand to his face, tracing the spot where his mouth would be. “It upsets you?”

You didn’t know how to respond. You wished you could feel his lips on yours and your body, but you couldn’t bring yourself to say it. Blinking, you realized he had pressed you against the bed, letting you fall back against the soft sheets.

“You’re going to be in a world of pleasure, my dear.” His voice deepened and you shivered. Taking his jacket off and slipping his tie over his head, he moved to hover over you. His hands touched your legs, pulling you closer and pushing your nightgown up. Taking in a deep breath, he slowly moved the nightgown above your bellybutton, his vision going to the underwear that adorned your body. His fingers traced circles on the inside of your thighs, moving closer until he pressed the pads of them to your clit.

A million emotions exploded in your head; everything suddenly became hot. The air, his skin touching yours. How the rest of his clothes and yours came off was a blur and you weren’t sure what was even happening anymore. He was touching you so gently you thought you were melting. His fingers toyed with your pussy, stroking the entrance lightly and then sliding a finger inside you. A soft moan escaped your lips as he caressed your body, sliding his finger in and out of you.

“You don’t have to be so gentle.” You commented, his cock twitching at the sound of your voice.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He warned, pausing his actions of near body worship.

“You won’t.” You assured him, pulling his face closer to yours and bending your legs for him to move between them. “I want this more than anything.” You breathed feeling his finger retract from your cunt.

“Good to know you feel the same.” He chuckled, pressing his forehead against yours and taking your hands in his. He felt the tip of his cock brush against your clit and you nearly cried out. He was amused at your reaction as he slid himself into you.

He didn’t move a muscle as he let you get used to the feeling; he was larger than anything you’d had before. He propped himself up and brushed some hair from your face. “Are you okay, (Y/N)?”

You nodded, kissing over the spot where his mouth would be. “Keep going.” You told him, hearing him let out a growl before he moved.

Your hands were in his hair, his were finding new places to squeeze. He lifted your thighs and pulled them around his waist before his fingers moved to fondle your breasts. “You’re beautiful.” He commented, watching your face as you had your first orgasm of the night. “So beautiful.” He grunted as he sped up the pace.

The fire that was lit between you was hot and burned with such a heat you thought you’d faint. It felt like forever before you nearly tapped out, having come at least four times. “Bear with me, my love.” Bughuul commented, feeling himself grow closer to the edge.

“I can’t...anymore...” You panted, your thighs shaking violently as he continued to thrust into you. You felt his hands grab your leg, lifting it up and over his shoulder. The sound of skin slapping against skin and your loud moans set him off. He came deep inside you with his mouth pressed against yours. Your legs cramped for a moment and you whined in pain as he pulled out.

He left soothing touches on your legs to try to ease their quivering. He picked you up and slid you under the covers, he’d wash them tomorrow. “How are you feeling?” He asked watching as you wiped the pleasure tears from your eyes.

“Sore.” You commented, turning on your side to face him. “It’s sealed? Our bond is complete?” You asked, moving some hair from his face.

“Indeed it is.” He pulled you closer and let you drift off in his arms. You were finally his at last and both of you couldn’t be happier.

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dirt-cup-draco · 5 years ago

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Cedric x Reader- Dont Leaf Me Alone

hey! may i request something with cedric? a slytherin reader, where he keeps asking them on a date and they're always saying no, and one day he asks them again and they yell at him and he starts crying. so then the readers like oh shit and realizes they like him A LOT and is holding cedric and saying sorry so many times? thank you and i've loved your previous cedric fics!

March~

You sat comfortably in the clock tower’s courtyard, the stone cool on your palm as you supported yourself. You were lounging, watching as people moved around, buzzing with life and smiling with friends. Your neutral expression soured as you saw a group of people in similar green robes, laughing and taking glances your way.

You could practically hear them making fun of you as they whispered to each other. The Slytherins you’d once called friends created an ice cold den of snakes as they gathered together and mocked you from a distance. Your boyfriend- your ex- you reminded yourself had his arm wrapped around your friend- that bitch- and smiled as he brushed his lips against her cheek.

It might have no disgusted you so much if they hadn’t been seeing each other while you’d been head over heels for the bastard. A sweet smile from your friend and you’d so blindly trusted the both of them. You knew better now.

You rolled your eyes, ignoring the burn as you tried to convince yourself that you didn’t care. It doesn’t matter. It’s been a month. I’m over it. You chanted to yourself as you pulled yourself to your feet. Your people-watching had been completely ruined by their presence as the ice coursed through your veins.

You were still in your sour mood as you tried to drown out the voices behind your back, looking to get anywhere else. It was then that a hufflepuff with a slim build, bright eyes and breeze swept hair approached you, a bundle of barely budding flowers and weeds in his hand.

“Y/N!” He grinned, long legs carrying him to you before you could turn around and escape in the other direction.

“Cedric,” You acknowledged with a tight smile. It wasn’t that you didn’t like Cedric, he was sweet. Or he seemed to be. You weren’t sure if it was all a facade, something used to keep his popularity afloat and the girls swooning. You refused to be one of them.

“Um-” Cedric stumbled over his words for a moment, your less than lackluster greeting tripping him up. He did his best to recover though as he took in your stiff form, your eyes glaring at his rugged bouquet. He hadn’t had much luck turning his quills into anything pretty so he had run out and picked whatever looked nice. He extended his arm. “If you were a flower, I’d pick you,”

Cedric was hoping for well anything really. What he got instead was an unimpressed appraisal of his poor pick up line, your eyebrows shooting to your hairline as if to say really? that was the best you could do? He grinned at you like he wasn’t sweating bullets right now and waited for you to take the flowers, say something, laugh for gods sake if nothing else!

“Flowers die when they’re picked Diggory, trying to say you want me dead?” You shot back and Cedric’s stomach twisted uncomfortably.

“N-No! I was trying to-” Cedric defended but you were already moving past him and when he got his bearings back you were gone.

What the hell just happened?

Cedric dropped his head into his hands, groaning as Ernie snickered into his hand.

“She really said that?” The underclassman continued to laugh softly, his own pride soaring as Cedric got knocked down a peg. “I can’t say I feel bad for you Ced- Y/N’s as bitchy as they get,”

Cedric’s head shot up as he sent Ernie a withering glare. “Say that about her again MacMillan and I’ll make sure you never say a god damn thing again,”

Ernie paled and Zacharias cut in. “He’s a prick maybe, Cedric, but he isnt wrong. Have you ever seen her smile? Or do anything with her face that wasn’t a scowl. I’ve only ever seen her happy with that douche she called a boyfriend and even he dumped her for being too icy- or so I’ve heard,”

Yes, he had. You’d lingered on the quidditch pitch even after your fellow Slytherins had filtered out and the Hufflepuffs got ready to practice for the rest of the morning. A single flower had been blooming, going unnoticed by Filch. It was rosy and bright- a sore thumb- on the otherwise monochromatic green of the field.

A relaxed, gorgeous, smile had slipped onto your features and Cedric had been lucky enough to catch it as he was the first to walk out. That smile had been haunting him for weeks now, playing in his dreams. He wouldn’t mind being the one to make you smile like that.

“You don’t know her, leave her alone,” Cedric grumbled to the two boys who were making his miserable day even worse. If he heard Ernie mutter “neither do you, you tosser” and Zach follow with “why even try? she doesn’t like anyone” he pretended not to notice.

You lay on your bed, staring at the canopy above you, eyes tracing the pattern and losing yourself in the monotony of it. You could pick apart the shapes that had been made into the fabric and create different ones. You snorted as you saw the face of a goat in the shadows of the fabric, as well as a cloud looking swirl and then in the wrinkles of the canopy there was something resembling a flower.

To anyone else these would be entirely different things- only your eyes saw the silly shapes in the negative space of the velvety canopy. You always knew what was on your mind- or the absence of anything on your mind- when you gazed up.

Flower. Cedric. Your conscience whispered at you and you squeezed your eyes shut tight like it would vanish that thought of him.

His flirting had been...endearing terrible. You barely knew him! Why was he talking to you? He probably just wanted to mess around, have another notch on his belt. Cedric isn’t your ex. He could be nice. The kinder, trusting part of you mentioned but you squashed her out. She got hurt too easily.

Sighing you grabbed your pillow and covered your face, groaning into the fabric. You were tired of people.

April~

Cedric had to try again apparently. You frowned when you saw him leaning against the wall, a daisy in his grasp as his eyes found you the second you walked past the doors.

“Not a daisy goes by that I don’t think about you,” He tried.

And failed.

You hardly even spared him a glance, blowing air out your nose in a scoff.

“Have you tried amnesia? I think it would help both of us,” Was all you had to say.

Cedric felt as droopy as the daisy that he tossed to the floor.

May~

There was one person who didn’t know how to leave you alone. The first time it had been cute like how giving your mom a macaroni necklace in elementary was cute.

Maybe it was cute because it was genuine. Shaking your head you removed that thought faster than you could blink. Cedric Diggory didn’t seem genuine. His smile was too honest and you feared the lies that could lie behind those pearly whites. His eyes were too pretty and you knew if you looked too long you would become lost, maybe to the point of no return. His voice was too comforting and you knew you’d believe everything he said if you were more naive.

You didn’t hate the boy by any means but you weren’t looking to make another mistake and you had had enough dating drama to last you a life time. You had sworn off dating teenagers who were just looking for fun and nothing else- it didn’t matter who got hurt in the process.

You weren’t wishing to be a part of Diggory’s process.

You thought the closer you got to the forbidden forest you got the further everyone else would be but Cedric still managed to find you as the sun started it’s descent in the sky. You had shed your robe, treating it as a blanket while you lounged in the evening warmth.

Summer was near, you could feel it. You could see it in the way the students tapped their feet during class, eyes darting to the windows as they dreamed to be out in the clear weather.

And now you could smell it. A floral fragrance enhanced by the heat drifted your way and when you tore your eyes from the ripples in the black lake where you had gathered pebbles to see how far you could toss them from your place in the grass. Maybe you should start calling Cedric pebble, with how far you keep tossing him away.

“Y/N-” Cedric smiled as he began his greeting, lips quirked up and expression completely open.

“Wait,” You interrupted with a heavy sigh. “Before you say anything can I ask why? Why do you keep doing this, bothering me? What has got you so incredibly fascinated with someone you don’t even know? We don’t speak, we don’t share classes, we don’t do anything and that’s how I like it. I don’t care about your fragile male ego, I don’t care that everyone here likes you. I. Dont. Care. So please, spare me for the first time in months and stop hitting on me,”

The words escaped before you could catch them and as you came back to yourself you moved your eyes from the spot just behind Cedric’s shoulder where you had been focused on to his face. You were expecting a smirk, something deflecting that you had torn him to shreds and that his pride was wounded.

It seemed in all reality, it wasn’t his pride that was wounded, but his feelings. Something surprising and sharped dug around in your gut as you watched Cedric stare at you with blank eyes, misted over- almost as if what you said had hurt him, the air punched from his lungs and his eyes watering. But that couldn’t be, he was just like your ex (probably), he didn’t care for you (did he?).

You only then noticed that he had a bunch of sunflowers in his shaking hands, tied together with a ribbon, a little card tied to them. It was a smart bouquet, pleasing to the eye.

“Um- I-” Cedric stumbled, sniffling as he blinked hard, a droplet falling past his eyelashes and splashing against his high cheekbones. He hastily swiped it away as his face colored in embarrassment. “Sorry then, for being a- for being a bother,” His response was canned, disconnected. It knocked your own air from your lungs but you couldn’t help but sink lower into the discomfort.

The sunflowers fell to the grass and Cedric nodded once, twice, taking a glance at you as you schooled your expression into something critical and cold. It was his turn to walk away, his heart thumping dully in his chest.

Cedric was long gone from sight when you gathered up the flowers, brushing the petals with your fingertips before you read the note tied against the stems.

“You make all my days sunny” Was scrawled messily but earnestly- like someone had tried to make all the letters neat and even but ended up failing- on the thick card stock and you tried swallowing the lump in your throat that began to form.

You’d made someone hurt like you had been hurt but you were starting to realize that it just made everything worse.

June~

School was coming to a close. You didn’t get any more visits from the Hufflepuff.

September~

You saw Cedric as he boarded the train. He’d taken one glance at you and then decided it was for the better.

October~

The leaves had turned brown weeks ago and you wondered if Cedric missed picking flowers. Maybe he was glad to have no reminder of you. You hoped so.

November~

You were wrong, wrong, wrong.

You didn’t hate people, you didn’t hate trusting, you didn’t hate Cedric. You hated that you had chosen to trust and you had been hurt by it. You hated that you had fallen for their lies and their fake smiles. You hated that you had given all you had and then you were left cold. You hated that you had hurt Cedric because you hadn’t known how to give kindness without fearing that it would be used against you.

Every time you passed by you saw his shoulders go tense, like you were a snake that was bearing its fangs right before striking. Guilt had been steadily pooling in your stomach for months and now it was starting to get suffocating.

Guilt and loneliness. You had come to look forward to the expected visits from Cedric the year previous, always with a different flower in hand and a new pickup line falling past his lips even when he’d seemed nervous. Now that he no longer came to see you, you missed it. You were the one to chase him off. You reminded yourself.

You were walking around aimlessly, sweater pulled tight around you as you took in how the flowers had long since wilted as the cold wind shocked them to the ground. Cedric wilted from dealing with your chilly attitude.

Shut up. You glared into the distance like you were glaring at your conscience.

Cedric was walking around too but he hadn’t expected to see you, arms wrapped tightly around yourself and muttering to yourself, eyes set forward in a dangerous glare. His heart constricted in the fear that you were glaring at him.

It didn’t seem like you knew he was less than three yards away from you. This ended when he stepped on a particularly crunchy pile of leaves and you startled like a deer in the headlights, looking even more startled when you realized who it was.

“Sorry, I’m leaving,” He said quickly but was stopped by an ice cold hand in his. How long had you been out here?

“No!” You demanded. “I mean... please wait?” Your grip loosened as you faltered. You had made a move, now Cedric got to decide if he answered or not.

Cedric wasn’t sure how to feel as you stopped him. You sounded softer than usual, the edge to your voice that you usually held with him now gone.

“Why?” He croaked, voice more gruff than he’d wanted it to be as his nerves caught up to him. “I’m sorry for whatever I did or if I made you uncomfortable but I won’t do it again. I got your message loud and clear, Y/N,”

“You didn’t do anything,” You explained and Cedric couldn’t help the confusion.

“So you hate me for absolutely no reason?” Cedric laughed breathlessly, in disbelief. You were a rose, but he hadn’t been prepared for the thorns. “Good to know, thank you so-”

“I don’t hate you!” You interrupted. “I-I messed up,”

You nervously twiddled your fingers, forcing yourself to continue looking Cedric in the eye. Maybe he would see something that kept him around long enough for you to apologize.

“That day in the courtyard, you caught me at a bad time-”

“And the other times after that?”

“I know you don’t owe me anything but please hear me out Cedric... I’m not asking for forgiveness but I do want to apologize and I want you to understand,”

Cedric sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose but your hope paid off. He could see the remorse swimming around and darkening your gaze. He wasn’t sure if the autumn air was bringing tears to your eyes or if it was your seemingly sudden guilt over how you’d treated him.

“That day, I watched while my ex and my old friends gathered in the courtyard and laughed at me, mocked me, just because they could. I’m a joke to them and have been ever since I found out he was cheating on me with my friend. To them I am the most pitiful person in school, worse than any gryffindor they might have a grudge against. They made me feel pitiful and then you were there being nice and I started to question your motives because I never question theirs and they used that to play me,”

Cedric’s wary gaze melted away to something closer to understanding and you breathed steadily. You were long since over your boyfriend and you had been healing but it still wasn’t easy to shake that mistrust you had programmed into yourself after all was said and done.

“You thought I was just another bad guy,” Cedric continued for you and you nodded. “Hence the whole ‘fragile male ego’ thing?” He guessed and you winced.

“I don’t know you, I don’t have a reason to trust you. But that being said, I was never given a reason to distrust you. I pegged you as something you weren’t.”

“And what am I?” Cedric asked as you grew stronger in your words, your bottom lip ceasing it’s quivering.

“Kind, above all. I don’t know who else would have kept trying after my blatant disregard for you... I was hurting so I took it out on you and I’ve had all these months to beat myself up for it. I guess what I’m saying is-” You shuffled around in your pocket, pulling out a wad of unique and multicolored leaves that you had found on the damp ground, the cold not having dried them out yet. “-I don’t want you to leaf me alone,”

You were waiting for Cedric to do anything, say anything. The silence ticked back as he stared at the leaves in your hands. His nose twitched and he took a surprised intake of a breath.

Then as he exhaled, his chest shook as he began to snicker. Two short bursts of unbelieving giggles before he was bursting into a more sturdy laughter. You felt small.

“I-I know it’s dumb, just know I’m sorry, yeah?” You muttered, trying to manage a smile before you turned to leave.

“Wait! Wait...” Cedric laughed softly but let it die out. “I’m sorry it’s just that was- that was sort of cute. I get why you did what you did, that doesn’t mean it hurts any less but I get it,”

“Y-you do?”

Cedric nodded, hand squeezing your shoulder. “Maybe we can start over?”

“God you’re such a hufflepuff,” You sniffled in shock. He wanted to start over? Of course he does, he isn’t your ex, he isn’t anybody but Cedric. Kind Cedric.

“God you’re such a slytherin,” Cedric poked back but his hand didn’t move from your shoulder and you appreciated it when he drew you into a hug. You squeezed him back tightly and he relaxed in your arms. He was happy to be hugging you because it felt right but also because you couldn’t see the way his eyes sparkled with unshed emotion.

The prettiest roses had the most thorns but he didn’t mind the cuts so long as you were there to bandage them back up.

#cedric diggory x reader #cedric diggory #fluff #cedric x reader #cedric x slytherin!reader

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sams-sass · 5 years ago

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Helpless

Hi! This is actually something I struggle with a lot and I wanted to write something that I hoped others could relate to as well. Thanks for all the love.

Summary: Everyone sees you as one thing, except one man.

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: Language, descriptions of killing (monsters), descriptions of self doubt, fluff.

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Your hands were tight around your gun, aimed and ready. You licked your lips and slid across the room without making a sound. You cocked your gun and watched the muscles in his back stiffen. The shifter turned and looked directly at you, his mouth turning into an ugly smile.

“Hey there sweetheart.” He said, tilting his head down and moving towards you.

“I’m not your sweetheart.” Like most people in your life this monster had underestimated you. Your hunting skills, your intelligence. You gave him a smile, knowing it would throw him off track and then you took aim. You pulled the trigger, the bullet ripped into his heart. He fell to the floor quickly. You stood and moved his head with your foot, checking for any sign of life. Finding none you began to spread the gasoline around the small cabin. Standing outside on the lawn, you threw the lighter through the door and watched the flames licking at the walls. You folded your arms across your chest and felt the heat dance across your skin. It was times like this when you felt loneliest. After a successful hunt when the adrenaline was at its highest and you wanted to relish in the high with someone. You were strong. Really strong, but you still wanted someone to share your life with. Someone to make you smile, cry, laugh, who knew the ins and outs of you. It was something you thought about often. Something you sent into the night sky after each hunt. You climbed into your car and drove to the nearest town, leaving everything behind you. You checked into the motel and took a long shower. Moving your muscles under the warm water, watching the dirt and blood run down the drain. You slipped on your favorite jeans and top after your shower, running mascara over your eyelashes. You walked into the bar and sat down at the first stool you saw, looking around for the bartender. He walked over to you and eyed your whole body before his eyes connected with yours. ��

“What will it be?” He asked you, his hands sliding across the bar as he leaned forward.

“Whiskey, neat.” You answered, picking at a chip in the wood of the bar.

“You got it, sweet thing.” He let his eyes trail down your body again, licking his lips. You internally groaned and curled inward from his gaze. You were pissed now and couldn’t stop the string of thoughts running through you. If I had a dollar for every time some asshat looked at me like I was here for his pleasure I would not be constantly surrounded by asshats. Because I would be on my own private island. Because I could afford one. Fuck this guy. I should just go get a bottle and drink in my room by myself. It would smell better that’s for sure.

You hated that bullshit. Hated when people called you things like sweetheart or sweet thing. You were a lot more than that. You liked to read, sing in the shower, watch movies, try lipstick, go to TJ Maxx, and buy jewelry. You also liked whiskey, burgers, and combat boots. You hated when people painted you into a box based on what you looked like. Based on how they thought you should act. What they thought you should like. You shook your head and drank your whiskey, trying not to think about the loneliness crawling up your bones.

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Zach stood next to you, his forehead sweaty and his hands shaking slightly. The wendigo ran through the woods, branches and leaves surrendering under him. You held your flame thrower against your chest, ready to spring into action when needed. You leaned forward slightly to get a better look. Zach pushed you back against the tree, his arm coming across your chest. You let out a breath as your body slammed back against the tree.

“Don’t move.” He whispered to you. Who the fuck was this guy? He wasn’t a hunter. You were here to save his skin. You rolled your eyes and leaned the other way, checking your surroundings. The wendigo ran past you again, closer this time. You could smell the stench of rot coming off him. You leaned back against the tree and took in a calming breath through your nose and out your mouth.

“You gotta get out of here.” You turned to Zach, grabbing one of his shoulders.

“What? No, I’m not leaving you here.” He looked around, squaring his shoulders. This whole macho act was getting old. You were already annoyed, and it had been about 20 minuets since the wendigo had shown up.

“Zach, you don’t know what this thing is. It will rip you to shreds. Its fast, smart, and an incredible hunter. Go, I’ll handle it.” You flicked your head towards the edge of the woods, telling him where he should go.

“I’m going to protect you, Y/N. You don’t have to worry with me around.” He nodded and locked eyes with you, letting out a breath. About a hundred thoughts raced through your mind in that second: What the fuck? This guy? No. Absolutely not. Protect me? This asshole is the one who needs protecting. Your thoughts were interrupted when the wendigo raced past the tree you were hiding behind. You could hear his teeth grinding together as he ran past, feel the disturbance in the air he created. Gotcha.

“I don’t need you.” You shoved Zach out of the way and stepped forward, facing the wendigo head on. His skinny body with grey and leather like skin turned towards you. You cocked your flamethrower and without a second thought you blasted him. His whole body was engulfed in flames quickly. You turned back around to see Zach watching the flames take him. He was staring at you with an open mouth, he looked like a cartoon character. You stifled a laugh and lead him out of the woods. He crawled into his car and drove off without even a nod goodbye. Typical. Just because you were the one doing the saving and he had his balls busted he couldn’t even say thank you. You cracked your neck and moved to your car. Once again, the loneliness was seeping through your skin. You felt it dripping down your spine and racing through your blood. You ached for someone to see you as you were. Everyone saw you as helpless. They always tried to take over every situation, underestimating your abilities. When the feeling of emptiness was this deep, you found it best to avoid people at all costs. It usually got you in trouble when you decided to show people how tough you were. Zach was just another person who saw you for what's on the outside, even though all you did was show him what's on the inside. You drove back to the motel and showered before collapsing in the bed and falling into a deep sleep.

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You were hiding in the nest. Your back against the wall, knees bent and arms steady. You heard the vamps talking around you, not even aware that you were there with them. There was a loud bang and two men barged into the room with machetes in their hands. Who in god's name were these two? One was tall with longer hair down around his chin. The other had shorter hair and a flannel that moved around as he swung his machete. Jesus take the wheel. These two morons were ruining your whole plan. Son of a bitch. You leaned down and checked again, they were losing bad. One was thrown to the ground, vamps on top of him. The other was held against the wall, vamps against his chest. You rolled your eyes and climbed down form your hiding spot. Not making a sound. You slid down the wall and rounded the corner, gun drawn. You made eye contact with the taller one, his head turning to look at you fully. He was against the wall, vamps at his throat.

“Cover.” You mouthed to him. He scrunched his face before falling to his knees and covering his head with his arms. You took aim and with pristine precision you shot each vamp. One after another they turned towards you, running at you with hungry eyes. You shot all of them before they could cross the halfway point. You watched, hands still around your gun as they all crumpled to the floor. The dead man’s blood running through their veins quickly, taking them down. You pulled your machete out and began beheading the vamps one by one. The boys stood next to each other, sharing looks of bewilderment. Your machete sliced through the last vamp. You leaned your weight onto one hip, crossing your arms over your chest and stared at the two strangers.

“Uh, I’ll ask. Who are you?” The shorter one asked you. His eyebrows were together on his forehead. You smirked at him before offering your hand.

“Y/N.” You licked your lips as you looked in between the two. Shaking both of their hands.

“I’m Dean, this is Sam. Thanks for uh saving our bacon.” Dean laughed as he said it, his eyes trailing down your body. Sam stood with his hands in his pockets, looking at you with a strange look on his face. You couldn’t quite decipher what it was, but no one had ever looked at you like that before.

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Sam was walking through the woods with Dean close behind him. They approached the old barn and pushed their way inside. The vamps quickly attacked, there were more of them then they had anticipated. Sam swung his machete as fast and as hard as he could, Dean doing the same next to him. The vamps were faster, pinning Dean to the ground quick and throwing Sam against the wall. Sam was pushing the vamps off him, feeling the energy being drained from his body when she showed up. Sam saw something out of the corner of his eye when she rounded the corner, gun drawn. She was beautiful, her steady hands were wrapped around the gun as her eyes scanned the room. She looked right at him and Sam felt his stomach drop a bit inside him. She mouthed ‘cover’ and Sam shot her a confused look before dropping to his knees. He heard the shots going off, chancing a glance from under his arm. Her bullets were aimed perfectly each time, deadly precision with each shot. The vamps slowed down and eventually dropped, falling to the floor with weakness. What the hell kind of bullets kill vamps? She took out her own machete and beheaded each one before cleaning off the blade and storing it away. She then turned to look right at him and Dean. She folded her arms across her chest and leaned on one hip, looking between them.

“Uh, I’ll ask. Who are you?” Dean asked, confusion written all over his face.

“Y/N.” You answered, licking your lips and shaking both of their hands. Your skin was so smooth within Sam’s. He couldn’t stop saying your name repeatedly in his mind. He loved the way it sounded echoing in his head, how it danced across his tongue. Sam was completely wrapped up in you, your skills, your beauty, everything.

“I’m Dean, this is Sam. Thanks for uh saving our bacon.” Sam didn’t miss that his brother’s eyes were moving across your body or that you seemed to be staring at Sam with confusion in your eyes. He smiled at you, feeling the admiration sweep over him.

“All in a day’s work.” Your voice rang within Sam’s head making him dizzy.

“Well, maybe we could buy you a drink. Swap stories.” Dean took a step towards her. Normally Sam would have rolled his eyes or stopped Dean, but you proved you could hold your own, so he waited. You bit your lip, looking away from them for a moment. Your eyes connected with Sam’s again, there was so much behind your eyes. You had a million stories floating within your eyes and Sam wanted to learn each one.

“Yeah ok, one drink.” You nodded and made your way outside. The three of you lit the place on fire, sending smoke and ashes into the night sky. When the building was unsavable and all traces of you were gone, you all turned and climbed in your cars. You followed them to the closest bar and parked right next to them.

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You weren't sure why you had said yes to getting a drink with them. Dean clearly just wanted to get into your pants, and you were already exhausted. Then there was Sam. He seemed different, like he wanted to get to know you. To be honest, he was the only reason you were here.

“What’s your poison?” Dean asked you, leaning forward on the table, his green eyes holding yours.

“Whiskey, neat.” You relayed your order and straightened your back, waiting for the inevitable.

“You are my kinda woman” He sent a charming smile your way. Here we go. Why do men say that like I’m going to faint from joy? He walked away leaving you alone with Sam.

“So, I have to ask. Where did you get those vamp killing bullets?” Sam asked you, tilting his head in your direction. As you looked up at him, you realized how many different colors were dancing in his eyes.

“I made them.” You answered, nodding. And here comes the shock and disbelief.

“That’s amazing! Did you use dead man's blood?” Your eyes shot to his again, you didn’t even register that Dean had placed your whiskey in front of you. Wait...does he believe me?

“Yeah, I made a chamber of glass within the bullet so when it hit the target it would explode. Sending the toxin throughout the body.” You explained, pulling out a bullet from a spare chamber in your bag. Sam placed his beer on the table and looked at it with curiosity and interest. His large hands handed it back to you. He smiled, showing dimples in his cheeks.

“And so that’s why you aimed for the heart.” Sam nodded at you, his smile growing wider across his face.

“Exactly.” You took a sip from your whiskey and cocked your head to the side.

“That's absolutely brilliant. We could probably learn a lot from you.” He leaned back slightly in the booth. Did he just actually say that? Did I die in the vamp nest? He gave me credit for something? Holy shit.

“Thank you, Sam. People often brush aside what I say and do. I often feel like I am overlooked.” You ran the tip of your middle finger over the rim of your glass, no longer interested in drinking.

“Sam’s right, Y/N. You were great in there.” Dean smiled at you again. “I’m going to kick someone's ass in pool, see you guys in a bit.” He grabbed his beer and was off, leaving you and Sam alone again. The air felt thicker around you and you swallowed, trying to get some moisture in your mouth.

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Sam sat across from you in the booth. Your legs occasionally touched in the small space, sending his heart racing. You were incredible. You were smart, skilled, and drop dead gorgeous. Sam found himself nervously rubbing the back of his neck whenever your eyes lingered on him for too long. You licked your lips and tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear, your eyes glancing up at him.

“So, any idea where you are off to next?” Sam asked you, his fingers twisting the straw wrapper.

“No, I'm not really sure what lies ahead for me. The life isn't something you can just quit, but lately I have been thinking about it. When there is no one to balance out the crazy it can be lonely.” You looked down at the table, and Sam could swear you were embarrassed.

“I know what you mean. I have Dean and he’s great, but sometimes I find myself wondering if this is all I will ever be.” Sam was being completely honest and open with you. He wasn’t sure why he felt so at ease with you, but there was something about you that he felt totally in tune with.

“Maybe we could look for a case together. I could teach you a thing or two.” You laughed together; you were twisting your glass between your hands as you spoke.

“I think you could teach a lot of people a lot of things.” His smile was genuine across his face, touching his eyes for the first time in a long time.

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You stared at him for a moment before collecting yourself. What the hell am I doing? What am I thinking? ‘oh, we can find a case together’. What the actual fuck, Y/N? I mean sure he’s hot, and nice, and smart, and he’s the first person who has actually listened to you. But no!

“I have to go.” You stood abruptly, causing the table to move. You ran outside, taking in large gulps of the cold November air into your lungs. You looked up at the night sky, the tears pricking your eyes as your mind swam with thoughts. What is this? I never felt like this. I have always been strong, not some girl who falls for some nice arm muscles. That’s just it though, I don’t feel weak like I thought I would. No, I have never felt stronger. I have never felt more at ease than when talking to Sam. What is wrong with me?

“Y/N?” You heard Sam’s voice say your name and a tingle ran up your spine. You turned and faced him.

“Sam.” Your voice was breathy in the quiet night.

“I’m sorry if I said the wrong thing. I was enjoying talking to you.” Sam took a step towards you. He placed his hands in his pockets and tilted his head down, looking at you. You gulped down your nerves and decided to be honest with this perfect stranger.

“I’m sorry, Sam. I was enjoying talking to you too. I honestly got a little nervous, people always see me as this helpless damsel in distress and so it’s easy to push them away. Then you...you didn’t see me that way and I wasn’t sure what to do. So, I left.” You were twisting your hands together, refusing to look into his eyes.

“What? Y/N, I don’t know why anyone would consider you helpless. I just met you and I can tell how great of a hunter you are. You don’t need anyone, but that doesn’t mean you need to be lonely. I would like to get to know you better.” You were staring at him now; his eyes were sincere, and his words were running through your mind on a continuous loop.

“I would like that too, Sam.” You took a step towards him and bit down on your bottom lip.

You no longer had to wash down the lonely nights with whiskey and forgetfulness. You and Sam conquered together with swinging weapons and blazing guns. In the nights filled with adrenaline and heat, Sam was there to catch you on your way down from your high. In the times of peace, he was there to light your soul on fire. In the agony and violence, he was a beacon of light and serenity. You played off each other perfectly. You never felt helpless again, instead you never felt stronger. Having your other half, your balance brought a harmony to your life that you never thought you would have.

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