#I will leave that decision til tomorrow

[birdmenmanga]

OH PHEW the esim plan I bought like a month ago finally got activated!! I thought I fucked up the instructions somehow...

[jaywonjuice]

📄🖇️ — bf!jake making sure you eat; taking care of you

pairing bf!jake x gn reader

genre non idol/student au, angst, fluff, drabble

requests: [here] & [here]; prompt #2 comforting you when you’re crying; #18 them making sure you eat.

WARNING tw! disordered eating!! we do NOT romanticise EDs over here please n thank you but pls pls pls skip on this one if you think you might find it triggering <3; sfw intimacy, kissing

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as you surveyed the sea of notes and past papers that were spread out in front of you over your unmade bed, your heart sank in your chest.

still so far to go.

rubbing your temples in a bid to ease your rising headache, there came a knock at your dorm door.

‘come in,’ your voice trembled a little involuntarily.

you watched as jake let himself in, closing the door gently behind him before turning to face you.

god he was a sight for sore eyes.

he looked like a dream just stood there in front of you in his sweatshirt and jeans, hair a dark ruffled mess, his eyes… full of concern.

you watched as he took in your appearance; you had dark circles under your eyes, your face was grey. you’d done your best to hide your weak frame in one of his oversized hoodies, but by the look on his face you could tell it hadn’t worked.

‘baby, i’m worried about you,’ he said softly. ‘your flatmates say you’ve hardly left your room all week,’ he pushed some papers aside and sat down next to you on the bed. as you looked up at him to meet his gaze, you could just feel how tired your eyes must look to him right now. you thought you might cry when you saw his face so full of worry as he watched you, soft brown eyes not leaving your face for even a moment.

‘you’re not eating again, aren’t you?’

the question fell over you like a wave; you hadn’t prepared yourself for him to be so straightforward with you. all of a sudden you couldn’t hold it in any longer, and hot tears came rushing down your cheeks. alarmed, jake pulled you into him and wrapped his arms round you tightly. as you buried you face into his chest, breathing in his comforting scent, wracking sobs took over your entire body.

‘shhh, oh baby,’ jake’s voice a near whisper as he kissed the top of your head. ‘please tell me what’s wrong?’

‘i’m sorry,’ you sobbed quietly, your entire body still shaking. ‘i’m really sorry i- i’ve been so stressed. i’m just so stressed all the time what with finals coming up and when i’m stressed i get this knot in my stomach, it makes me feel sick, and i- i just can’t.’

jake stroked your hair gently as he held you to him. ‘it’s okay baby, you’re gonna be just fine,’ he paused, thinking. ‘but you gotta eat.’

‘i know,’ your voice came small, barely audible. slightly calmer now, you pulled away a little and met his eyes. ‘i know, jake.’

he reached out a hand to stroke your cheek lightly. ‘okay here’s what’s going to happen,’ he said decisively. ‘i’m gonna go make us some pasta, and we’re gonna watch a movie, okay angel? all of this can wait til tomorrow. you need a break,’ he leaned in, bringing his lips to yours in the gentlest kiss. relief flooded over you as you kissed him back softly, feeling the tension within you melting away.

‘thank you,’ you whispered.

he nodded with a small smile, and started gathering all the papers up from the bed, placing them in a neat pile on your desk. ‘i’m going to be here to take care of you, but you gotta start taking care of yourself, too.’ he leaned down and placed a firm kiss on the top of your head. you smiled gratefully.

‘i really love you jake,’ you whispered.

‘i love you so much, angel,’ he replied.

a/n i’m so so thankful for this request, tysm to both anons who asked for jake with these prompts! i honestly think that jake would be the most caring boyfriend so this just suits him so well. pls remember to always take care of yourself (you know jake would want you to ♡).

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Study Buddy 2

Warnings: this series will include dark elements which may include bullying, noncon or dubcon, or violent behaviour. Mind the warnings.

Summary: a group project leads to a tense partnership.

Character: Walter Marshall

Big thanks to those who read! Feedback always helps inspire and you know I’m always happy to chat about possibilities! Please reblog and comment ❤️

You breeze through the book to your own surprise. Between your other classes and your part-time gig down at the shop, you make quick work of it. You sit to transcribe the notes you made by hand into the doc as your phone buzzes.

‘Should start writing. I can meet tomorrow.’

The message is as blunt as anything else he’s said to you. Your brief first meeting with Walter still sticks in your head. You look back to the document and see another cursor in the doc. Your words are backspaced and reworded before you. You sigh. It’s going to be one of those projects.

‘Sure. I work til 2. Library?’

You put your phone down again and ignore the edits as you continue to input your notes. You don’t know why you’re doing any of it. He seems intent on doing it all himself.

Buzz. You flip your cell and cup your chin as you read the screen. ‘Can’t make it there. Daughter’s sick. Meet me here.’

Here? As in his home? That’s a lot.

You don't get it. He suggested tomorrow then just as quickly pulls the rug out. It's like every answer you have is wrong.

‘Don't work day after.’

‘Tomorrow after 2 is fine. I'll send address.’

That's it. Even via text, you hear his unbending tone. How can you argue with that punctuation?

You just type OK and leave it be. Maybe you'll get murdered. It would at least be the end of your problems. Of all the group work you’ve ever done, he’s the least compromising person you’ve ever encountered. Usually you’d be happy to let someone else take the lead but something about his demeanour just comes off condescending.

Or maybe that’s your insecurity talking.

You continue your notes in the doc. You notice the other cursor, highlighted green, moving around the page. You try to ignore the changes in real-time being made to your own thoughts. This isn’t going to be easy. At least you’ll be able to say you earned your grade.

💻

It seems a bit reckless to be walking up to stranger’s house. In fact, after reading a thriller about murder, it rings in your head as a very unwise decision. That being said, you have to get this assignment done. It might not be worth your life but what choice do you have?

You compare the house number with the address in your phone. That’s the one. One-half of a faded old duplex. You stride up the narrow walk beside the bushes and climb up the concrete steps. You knock and wait.

You’re exhausted already. You don’t know if you’re ready for this. Work was no fun. It never is. Sorting packages is no glorious deed but it pays.

You wait and go to knock again. The door opens before your knuckles can meet the wood and you nearly rap against the chest of the man behind it. You give a sheepish cringe and rescind your hand.

“Uh, hi,” you utter awkwardly.

“Mm, hey,” Walter responds, “come on.”

He checks his watch as he backs up. It’s almost three. The buses were clogged down in the city’s core and you missed your connection to his neighbourhood. He probably wouldn’t care that you walked two blocks just to make up for the change in commute.

You step inside as he stands against the door. It’s a tight squeeze. You can smell the woodsy hint of his cologne as you brush by him. You stay on the mat and lift your foot to untie your boot with one hand. You waver as he sidles by you and switch feet. You leave the worn treads by the door.

He looks to his left and you see the hooks mounted on the wall, jackets already hung there. You take the hint and put yours with them. You swipe your bag back up and follow him down the entryway and through the second door on your left.

The kitchen is lit with an amber hue, the glass shade of the ceiling light lending a soft tint to the space. He points you to the round table across from the apron of the counter and you claim a chair quietly. You peer around curiously as he marches to the counter.

He doesn’t say a word as he fills a navy blue mug. You bop your foot under the table. You feel like you’re disturbing him but this was his idea.

“Coffee?” He asks. At least he’s kind enough to ask.

“Um, no, thanks,” you wilt out, “I’m all good.”

You reach to your bag to distract yourself. You open up your laptop as you put it on the table. He sits heavily to your right, his cup clunking down onto the wood. He drags over the notebook with loose leaves tucked between the pages.

“You mind typing?” He asks, “I’m no good with the small keys.”

“Sure, uh, let me just open up the notes...” you swirl your fingers around the touchpad as he exhales. Each breath sounds exasperated.

“You’re not one of those,” he wonders, “no coffee? What, you don’t like caffeine?”

“Um, well, I have one coffee in the morning but I don’t drink it after noon or my head hurts.”

“Mmm,” he hums flatly, “too bad.”

He lifts his cup and gulps again, elbows on the table as he hovers the mug between his hands. He seems like that type. No sleep, only coffee. It might explain his general demeanour.

“So, I’ll just make a second doc where we can put our draft,” you explain to another one of his rocky grumbles.

You hear something hoarser from down the hall. Coughing followed by horrid hacking. Then a moan as a door opens.

“Dad,” the thin voice wafts down ahead of the girl. She’s maybe fifteen, a blanket around her shoulders, as her reddened nose offers the only colour in her drawn face, “I need more cough syrup.”

“Faye,” he stands, his cup hitting the table just as harshly as before. “Go back to bed.”

“My head hurts,” she whimpers.

He stalks over to meet her by the fridge, “I know, sweetheart,” his softened tone surprises you, “go lay down and I’ll bring you some tea.” He opens the fridge and takes out a dark brown bottle, “here.” He hands her the syrup and she sniffles. He pats her arm gently, “don’t get me sick, kid.”

Her glazes eyes flit towards you as you sit with your hands over the keyboard. You look away meekly, caught.

“Who’s that, dad?” She asks.

“Schoolwork,” he gives the terse answer, “group project.”

“Oh,” she lets out the single syllable before she devolves back into a coughing fit.

“Lay down,” he demands.

As she retreats, he turns back and crosses to the counter. He flicks on the kettle and faces you, glaring over at you.

“Just a minute,” he says.

“Take your time,” you return gently, “she’s in rough shape.”

“Mm,” he rumbles, “I’m sure she doesn’t mind the time off school.”

[dark-frosted-heart]

From a Mean Lie, Love Begins - Roger Barel

As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this. Secondhand embarrassment ahead.

After finishing dinner, I had some free time and so I decided to help Roger with his research.

As I descended the stairs leading to the basement like usual, I heard two people talking and stopped in my tracks.

(Roger and…Harrison?)

Their expressions were so serious that I couldn’t find the right time to call out to them.

Harrison: …In such a bad shape?

Roger: Yeah. Heard from experts that it can’t be returned to its original state. Spine’s so wrecked and can’t stand without support.

Harrison: So caught up in research that you can’t even take care of yourself. What a laugh. …Could’ve done something about it if it was caught sooner.

(What does he mean…? Roger, are you in such a bad state that you can’t stand…?)

He looked fine last night while happily drinking.

(But…there are some illnesses out there that are invisible)

(Was he self-destructing by drinking so much because he couldn’t save himself…?)

Roger: Well, I’ll see what I can do for now. I got a reputation of not being a quitter. Just gotta hang in there ‘til the end. If you can’t…then we’ll deal with it when the time comes.

As I secretly peeped at them, I saw Roger give a weak smile.

(Roger’s body really is wrecked…)

(He couldn’t have been lying if Harrison’s there…)

I couldn’t bring myself to say anything and quietly left before they could notice.

–

(I wasn’t aware that Roger’s condition was that bad…)

(But now that I know…I can change my behavior)

(Tomorrow, I’ll do my best to support Roger so that he doesn’t suffer)

The day after learning about Roger’s condition, I secretly made a decision. I’ll immediately start helping him out.

–

Kate: Here, Roger. Open your mouth please.

After cutting the meat on the plate into bite-sized pieces, I held it up to Roger’s mouth.

Roger: …? I can eat by myself, lil’ lady.

Kate: Please don’t overwork yourself! I’ll be supporting you throughout your life! 

Roger: The hell’s gotten into you?

Roger tried to stand up with a puzzled look on his face, and I rushed to stop him.

Kate: Ah, please don’t force yourself to stand!

Roger: I just wanna get a drink…

Kate: I’ll get it for you!

I stood up instead and got Roger a glass of water.

Kate: Here you go Roger.

Roger: Thanks…

Alfons: Good grief…Stop worrying about that muscle-headed, research-obsessed idiot and feed me, little robin?

Kate: …You’re feeling fine, aren’t you Alfons? You don’t need help, do you?

Alfons: I’m certainly feeling rather energized this morning, however…

With the way you’re speaking…You make it sound as if Roger’s not well.

Kate: …

I became depressed as I thought back to yesterday’s conversation.

Roger: …Lil’ lady?

Kate: I heard it yesterday. The conversation between you and Harrison… That your body was so wrecked that you couldn���t stand…!

Roger: Hm? That’s…

Alfons: Oh? I knew you wouldn’t live long but is it finally time to kick the bucket?

Roger: …

At the question, Roger exchanged glances with Harrison and then let out a sigh.

Roger: …Everyone’s gonna wind up six feet under eventually. It just depends on when.

(If you’re not denying it, then it’s true…?)

Kate: Please don’t talk about giving up like that…! I may not understand your condition, but I’ll be supporting you from today onward!

Roger: That’s helpful. Well I got some research I’d like you to help me with now…

Kate: Please leave it to me!

–

I was helping Roger out with his research like he’d asked and it was approaching midnight.

Roger: It’s getting late. Why don’t you get back to your room, lil’ lady?

Kate: What about you?

Roger: …I’ll get some rest too.

Kate: Liar. You’re going to keep working, aren’t you?

When I glared at Roger for that impromptu lie, he just shrugged.

Roger: …I got some interesting data so I wanna work on it for a bit longer.

Kate: It’s not like the data’s going anywhere tomorrow and the numbers won’t change. Take it easy and look after yourself.

I forced Roger out of his chair and onto an infirmary bed.

Roger: Are you planning on helping me not just today, but the next day onward too?

Kate: Yes. I’m worried about your health so that’s my intention.

Roger: Heh, your thoughts never fail to surprise me. You’d agree to anything I’d ask you right now, wouldn’t you?

Kate: Is there anything else you want me to do?!

Roger asked me to help with his research today, but…that’s just an extension of how I usually help him.

(If I could do anything for Roger since he’s not physically well…I’d do it)

Roger: Yeah…How about this. Kiss me. Roger grabbed my hand as he sat up in bed.

(Why a kiss…ah)

(If you don’t feel well, then you’ll feel even more lonely or hopeless…)

No doubt the kiss wouldn’t have any special feeling behind it…rather, it’d  just be some physical contact to fill the loneliness.

(Roger’s selfishly kissed me numerous times before)

(No point in rejecting him at this point)

(More importantly, I’d like to help Roger when I can…)

Because I’m standing, I don’t have to go on my tiptoes to kiss him today.

To keep it from getting in the way,I tucked my hair behind my ear with the hand not being held by Roger.

Kate: Nn…

I gave Roger a light peck.

Though it was just a brief, I filled Roger’s heart with all the compassion I could muster.

Roger: Ha…it’s still not enough.

Roger tugged hard on the hand he was holding.

Kate: …Oof

Roger was pushed down onto the bed as he pulled me toward him.

Kate: A-are you alright?! Does it hurt anywhere?

Roger: Nothing hurts so just leave it. That aside, do it again.

Kate: …

At his begging, I pushed Roger down and kissed him again.

This time, his hand went up to the back of my head to keep me from pulling away too soon.

Kate: Nn…haaa…

Roger’s tongue slid into my mouth and tangled with mine.

Breathtaking kisses were something Roger had shown me.

(I don’t know how many more kisses like this I’ll get…)

The thought of it made my heart ache…I continued to kiss Roger to make him happy.

Roger: …You’d really do anything, wouldn’t you?

Roger mumbled as our lips parted.

Roger: Do you do this with anyone you know is weak…?

(I tried to imagine it but…it’d be difficult to do this with anyone but Roger)

(Roger’s touched me before, so it’s a different set of obstacles from others…I think)

Kate: I think it’s normal to want to do things for someone who’s suffering.

Roger: …If that’s the case, then I can’t just go quietly.

Kate: …Huh?

Roger: Who’ll take care of Crown when I’m gone? They could call in a doctor from the outside, but it’d be hard to respond at my speed. And if that does happen, you’d have a lot of weak men lying around you. Don’t wanna put you in a situation where you’d be compassionate toward weak men besides me.

(Are you saying this to protect me…? But…)

Kate: But even if you say that, your body’s already…

Roger: Ah…Think it’s time I cleared up this misunderstanding.

Kate: Misunderstanding…?

Roger: That conversation you heard between Harrison and me was actually about—

~~ Flashback ~~

Roger: …?

Harrison: What’s up?

Roger: Nothing, just heard the lil’ lady’s footsteps…But she turned back.

Harrison: She probably read the air when she saw how serious we looked.

Roger: We weren’t talking about anything important so she could’ve just come in.

Harrison: Not important…Roger, do you really understand the value of this book? It’s a book signed by Edgar Allan Poe and it got ruined by chemicals…! The spine’s falling apart and the chemical’s made the text fade so much it’s unreadable. It couldn’t even stand on its own when I put it on a bookshelf…

Roger: It was a gift, but I got so caught up in my research that I got careless.

Harrison: *sigh*...This is why people only interested in research are nothing but trouble.

~~ End flashback ~~

Roger: So…It wasn’t me that got wrecked but a book.

Kate: Really…?

Roger: Yeah, really. As you can see, I’m healthy as a horse. Sorry for playing around with you without clearing it up right away. Thought it’d be a good excuse to get you to help with some research. I’ll take all your complaints.

Kate: Y-you’re the worst!!

With a singular curse, I ran out and to my room.

After closing the door, I collapsed on the spot.

Kate: That’s a relief… At least Roger isn’t dying…!

Feeling relieved, uncontrollable feelings spilled out in the form of tears.

I ran from Roger because I didn’t want him to see me cry. 

Roger’s voice: …Lil’ lady.

Roger’s voice could be heard from out in the hallway.

Kate: W-what is it? I’m mad at you right now…!

Roger’s voice: I wanna apologize, so open the door.

Kate: Don’t want to…

Roger’s voice: That so. …With the lie I told, I don’t blame you.

I thought Roger would give up once I refused him, but he showed no signs of leaving.

Kate: Um…You’re not going back to your room?

Roger: I’m gonna wait ‘til you open the door for me.

(If you say that, then i have no choice but to open the door…)

I wiped my eyes and opened the door.

Roger: …

Kate: D-did you by chance…hear anything when I came back to my room?

Roger’s curse gave him supernatural hearing.

“At least Roger isn’t dying…”

If he heard me say that as I cried, then my angry act would be all for nothing.

Roger: No? Didn’t hear anything. Anyway, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let that misunderstanding about my life go that far.

Kate: … …You said you lied to get me to help you. So why the kiss?

Roger: You were worrying so much over taking care of me that it was endearing. I wanted to dote on you.

Kate: That wasn’t doting?! I’d call that making things difficult for me!

Roger: Really? I always thought you enjoyed the kisses. If I got the wrong idea then sorry. Let’s try again to be sure.

Kate: Why are you always taking things in that direction!  Do you even actually feel sorry at all?

Roger: I think so…Sorry.

Roger’s sudden, touching apology distracted me from my anger.

Roger: I won’t lie to you anymore. If me living longer makes you happy, then I’ll do just that.

Kate: I-I knew it. You did hear what I said when I got back to my room!

Roger: Whoops, that’s right. I didn’t hear a thing.

Kate: If you’re going to lie, then go through with it…!

Roger: Pfft…Haha.

Kate: …What are you laughing at?

Roger: Though I love how you look when you cry, I think I also love the way you yell with so much energy. Sorry for worrying you the whole day.

Roger roughly patted my head.

As I begrudgingly looked up at him, I realized that my heart was racing again.

(Roger already heard me say that I was relieved that he wasn’t going to die, but…)

(...I hope he doesn’t notice the sound of my heart racing as he pats my head)

[mindfulstudyquest]

❥﹒♡﹒☕﹒ 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗿𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗲: easy tips to form healthy habits ( based on this alessya farrugia video )

if you don't have a solid night routine, you may as well throw away your whole morning routine, because the decisions you make at night are gonna to directly affect you in the morning and how you go about your day. if you binge watch netflix 'til 1am calling it your "rest time" only for you to wake up in the morning feeling tired and frustrated, it's time for you to build a night routine and stick to it.

pro tip do not try to improve everything all at once, you're gonna fail. just try to incorporate something small in your routine to start forming healthy habits. it might take months, but one year from now it will all be worthy.

𝟭. prepare for the next day ( 📒 )

write down your to-do list for the next day. when i don't plan out my day i just end up doing nothing, because i don't even know where to start. but if you know what you have to do you don't end up procrastinating and start getting things done. also, do not overload yourself with too much things to do, you're just not going to accomplish them all, so keep it realistic.

bonus put the most important tasks on the top of your list so you're gonna accomplish them as soon as possible.

𝟮. clean you room ( 🫧 )

it really depends on when you are the most active – for example i'm a night owl and i can't even imagine cleaning my room in the morning – but yes, removing all the mess you made during the day will help you leaving it all behind and starting fresh new the next day. put your clothes away, remove books, notebooks, make-up products, trash all around and i guarantee you that you're gonna feel so much better.

𝟯. take care of your body ( 🌷 )

take a warm shower that can help you relax, do your skincare, change in your comfy clothes, basically wash away the stress and negativity of the day. last semester i would literally stay at uni for 10h straight and coming back home at 8pm after the gym, i used to take a warm shower straight after that so i could let all the negativity of the outside world slide off me.

𝟰. drink hot tea ( 🍵 )

avoid theine but treat yourself to a hot drink that helps you relax and restore your calm, also take your vitamins and give yourself those ten minutes in your personal space.

𝟱. self love and affirmations ( 💖 )

reflect on your day, write down in your diary all the things that happened, pray, meditate, do your affirmations, leave everything in the past, do not let today's disappointments, stress and frustration affect your tomorrow. the only way in which you can truly move forward is by facing the things that happened today to leave them in the past, tomorrow is a new day.

𝟲. get off your phone ( 📱 )

definitely the hardest part for me. i don't even want to explain why it's so dangerous for you to stay awake scrolling through your phone at night – blue light and whatever – so just be strong and try to get off your phone at least 1h before going to bed, use eye-protection mode after sunset and use blue glasses if you can.

bonus use only red light at night, blue light are gonna inhibit your melatonin production ( which is what makes you sleep at night ).

𝟳. go to bed on time ( 🛏️ )

do not delay your bed time in order to get more dopamine scrolling through social media or binge watching netflix. do not sacrifice your sleep in order to do more work/study ( i did it in the past and it's definitely not worthy ), prioritizing your sleep is going to reward you in the long run. trust and believe.

𝟴. 321 rule for better sleep ( 💤 )

3 hours before bed –> stop eating. it gives you enough time to digest your food so you're not going to waste energy during your sleep to digest and you're gonna wake up less tired.

2 hours before bed –> stop studying/working. you need to drag your brain out of your "fight or flight" mode in order to get deep rest at night.

1 hour before bed –> stop screen time. allow your body to produce the melatonin that it needs in order to fall asleep properly.

[tsukikumai]

Jealous much?

Shu Yamino X reader

He doesn’t get jealous… right?

Established relationship, Spicy.

A.N: I’ll write part 2 if this gets to 150 notes. Part 2 would be completely NSFW. (also I promise I will write for Ike some time soon)

Part two here now!

You went to a reunion with your high school classmates with Shu.

Shu would tell you on the drive home, while he drove along the relatively empty streets. “I kinda didn’t like the way that guy was looking at you.” He would say softly, his hand letting go of the steering wheel and reaching over to your thigh to squeeze it lightly.

“Who? ____?”

“Yeah.”

“I didn’t really notice him.”

“He looked like he kept trying to get close to you.”

“Oh, he actually confessed to me in highschool but I rejected him.” You realized too late that you probably shouldn’t have told him. “Oh but, I rejected him really hard, l-like I was mean about it.” You tried to make up for your words, exaggerating a little.

Shu only hummed a reply and his warm hands leave your skin as he turned into the basement of your apartment.

Silence filled the air as you waited on the elevator, you glanced at Shu, but he doesn’t notice. You saw a stern look on his face, hoping he’d drop the thought of that guy being remotely better than him. Even though he says he’s not usually the type to be jealous, he just doesn’t know if what he’s feeling is jealousy or not.

You laid on the bed as you scrolled mindlessly on your phone, you knew Shu might’ve gone to stream or do some offline work so you finished washing up and were getting ready to go to sleep.

Shu Yamino 👟☯️ NIJISANJI EN

sorry guys! need to postpone this stream til tomorrow because something came up

You saw this notification pop up on your phone before turning it off. “Huh?”

As soon as you see this Shu opened the white bedroom door, he walked in wearing a black hoodie and shorts.

“Why did you postpone it?” You asked, sitting up.

“I’m too tired to stream, that party really exhausted me.” He said while crawling onto you, he laid his head on your chest and his slim hands held onto your back. Your hand instinctively held onto your head and played with his hair.

You chuckled, you liked it when Shu got a little more affectionate and clingy than usual.

“You should join me and sleep then.”

“Mhm..” He moved up and laid on your shoulder, nuzzling his face into your neck.

Red sneaked up to your face as you feel his breath on your neck. “S-shu? Is something wrong?”

“I….” He paused a bit, seemingly debating with himself.

“You’re… m-mine… right?”

“Huh?” You tried to move your head to look at him but his face was hidden within your hair. “What’re you talking about, Shu?” He holds onto your tighter, not saying a word.

“Of course I am. I’m yours and you’re mine, right?”

You feel the sorcerer’s soft lips form a smile against your neck. “Good.” He muttered, just loud enough for you to hear. He planted a soft kiss on your neck. Then another. And then another.

“B-babe….?”

“Hm?” He stopped, pushing up his body to look at your flustered face.

“Did you postpone your stream for this?”

His eyes widened. “Um- No…..”

You glared at him, reaching one hand up to tuck hair behind his ears. They were bright red like a lie detector that had gone off.

“Fine, but I can’t go back on my decision.”

As he said this, with a snap of a finger your shirt somehow teleported to the side of your bed, and his long raven colored hair tied up into a pony tail. Leaving you revealed with nothing to cover. He smiled softly, eyes roaming your body. “Wha- since when could you do that??”

He chuckled in a low tone, his voice reaching your ears in a melodic manner. His strong arms supported you, making you lay against the bed frame. Shu’s slightly cold hands held your waist. His tongue slid against your collar bone, making goosebumps arise, your body shivered.

“A sorcerer never reveals their secrets.”

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HIIIIII!!!!! i um want to request angst of akito and toya (separatly) x reader bc there isn't rnough of it rahhh have a good day baba

->𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐂𝐫𝐲

After a fight with their dads, they can’t seem to keep their emotions in check for the rest of the day…

With Akito Shinonome & Toya Aoyagi | Genre - hurt with some comfort, angst

Cw) mentioned fights, crying, cursing, slight anxiety, nightmares, suggestive (?) for like a sentence in Toya’s part (it’s rlly not suggestive you’re just on top of him fixing his hair but I’m putting a warning just in case), reader in in vivid bad squad but it’s not explicitly stated

-> Akito Shinonome

It wasn’t unnatural for Akito to be on edge some days. In fact, it’s more unnatural for him not to be on edge. So of course, no one batted an eye when he showed up to practice with a look of irritation spread across his face today.

He was clearly getting even more ticked off when everyone went off track, talking about their day instead of practicing. However, It felt like you were the only one who noticed.

“Shinonome, what about you? How has your day been so far?” Kohane asked sweetly.

His face twisted in disgust as he remembered the events that occurred an hour before he met up with the group. The memories he thought he was finally able to ignore flashing vividly across his mind.

“My good for nothing dad- actually no. Forget it. I’m not telling you guys. Hell- we aren’t even practicing, so I’m leaving. Bye.” Throwing his bag over his shoulder, Akito stormed off. The rest of you were left in shock.

“What’s up with him? He never leaves practice.” An remarked. She was right, practice usually made Akito feel better, he never just left.

The thought of your your boyfriend being alone and angry right now made you feel guilty. You should be there for him, right? But what if he didn’t want you to be there for him right now? He sounded pretty upset.

Your mind raced with these thoughts, conflicted on what you should do.

“(Name), you alright? You look a little troubled.” Toya asked. He always picks up on these things.

“Yeah… just a little worried is all.” You replied.

Toya was quiet for a moment, thinking of what he would do if he was in your shoes. He was Akito’s partner, and knew him just as long if not longer than you have. He was used to these outbursts and would leave him be for a while til he cooled down.

But he was only Akito’s partner, you were his significant other. The responsibilities were completely different.

“Why don’t you try talking to him? I’m sure he’s more comfortable talking to you than any of us.” He finally said.

With someone else saying it, you felt more okay doing it. It’s not a crazy idea, it’s a normal one in-fact. The only thing you were worried about was…

“Thanks Toya, I’ll go find him. I’ll see you all tomorrow, yeah?” You bid your farewells to the group before heading off. ‘Just where could he have went?’ You thought.

You caught onto his first few words- he had a fight with his dad. There’s no way he went back home so soon after that. The only other place you could think of was Weekend Garage, or somewhere around that spot.

Truth be told, you were terrified. You knew Akito better than you knew yourself, and when he’s in these moods, he tends to make… rash… decisions. Ones he knows he’ll regret later. You didn’t want to be the cause of any poor choices he makes, especially between the two of you.

After what felt like a marathon, you finally arrived at Vivid Street. Panting a bit from the long walk, you kept an eye open for the ginger boy. Walking down the musical streets full of liveliness, you couldn’t help but feel at ease. It’s best you feel good now before you get crushed later, right?

Turning one last corner, you spotted him. Hastily walking up to him, you grabbed his shoulder.

“The hell do you think- oh. (Name), it’s you.” For a split second, he seemed to have calmed down. But only for a split second.

“What was that back there, you never ditch practice! And- I’m worried about you. Can you please just talk to me?” Your voice expressed all the concern it possibly could.

He stared at your frame for a moment with an unreadable expression. Just what was he thinking? Then again, you couldn’t really blame him. He must have been out of it ever since whatever occurred that made him snap.

“Jesus (Name), you’re wasting your time. You come all the way out here for me and you don’t even…” Akito’s voice grew quieter and quieter. Starting harsh, ending weak.

But what happened next was something you would have never expected.

Tears fell from Akito’s eyes. His nose went red as he started sniffling, while trying his hardest to stop anymore tears from coming out.

“S-shit.”

Thankfully you were in a secluded spot of Vivid Street, near an alleyway. The last thing he wanted was for anyone to see him cry, including you.

You pulled him into an embrace and began rubbing circles on his back, trying your best to soothe him. Though, this only seemed to make him cry more.

“‘s okay Akito, let it all out…” You spoke softly.

That was all he needed to break down more, seemingly tearing all his walls down in that moment. He let out choked sobs into your shoulder. You could tell your shirt was getting wet, but you couldn’t care less, not now at least.

“M-my fucking dad- I can’t fucking deal with his shit. I can’t- I can’t I can’t I can’t!” More sobs escaped his mouth. He was getting more and more emotional by the minute.

You scratched his scalp as he cried more. You couldn’t care less about the peering eyes in your direction, though you’ll never tell Akito about them. Right now all you want is for him to let everything out.

When his sniffles became less frequent and his sobs stopped you pulled away, intertwining your hand with his so he still knew you were with him. Akito averted his eyes away from you, looking at anything but you. He felt… embarrassed. Why wouldn’t he be? He just broke down on you in the middle of Vivid Street, making you deal with his pathetic self.

At least, that’s what he thought about it.

“Let’s go get you some pancakes. You haven’t eaten today yet, have you?” You asked.

He shook his head slowly, feeling even more ashamed. If only he knew there was nothing to be ashamed of in front of you…

“Y-yeah… let’s go.”

You knew there was still a lot to talk about, but you wanted him to take his time gathering his thoughts. Plus, he needs to eat.

You’ll do anything it takes to make him feel better, even if it means blowing your money on the fluffiest pancakes on the menu.

-> Toya Aoyagi

Toya swore he’d never wear his heart on his sleeve. Well- he never explicitly swore. But he’d never allow himself to express his emotions, especially if they could end up as a burden.

It wasn’t like he wanted to do this. It just felt like he had no other choice. He ended up looking stoic and blank in his teenage years because of this, but by now he was accustomed to this lifestyle.

There were few things that could make Toya crack, it was probably the shortest list in the world. Of course, he’d never share it with anyone. Not in a million years. The reason why being…

He thought it was pathetic. He thought it made him look fragile. The last thing he wanted anyone to think of him was that he was fragile.

So when a nightmare gets the best of him? He can’t help but feel worthless. It didn’t help that you were right next to him, sound asleep nonetheless.

He tried to catch his breath from what felt like the scariest thing he’d ever experience. Sweating bullets down his forehead as the events of the nightmare flashed across his mind. ‘Couldn’t this happen any other night?’ He thought.

In the midst of his panic, he finds his eyes wandering back to you. Your sleeping figure looking so peaceful as you let out soft snores. He couldn’t bring himself to wake you up for something so bothersome, not when you were like that. But at the same time, he finds peace in your sleeping presence.

Toya pushed his hair back a bit, trying to distract himself from the terror he just felt. His panting eased a bit, but not for the reason he wanted it to.

He felt his eyes watering, cheeks feeling wet but only in lines. He touched his face, feeling small tears lurking down his face. ‘Of course…’ he thought.

He was too focused on wiping all of his tears away to notice your shuffling. Eyes shut with his hands on either side of his face, vigorously rubbing. He felt a softer hand pull them away.

“(Name)-“

“Toya.”

He stared at you for a moment, unsure of what to say. Was he the reason you woke up? Guilt flooded his chest, making him feel even worse than before. Only he could become such a hazard in a short period of time…

You brushed your fingers through his hair, attempting to put it back into place. He felt himself shrink a bit as you climbed on top of him, legs on both sides of his torso. You were more focused on getting his hair back into place, but he didn’t miss the way you briefly examined his wet eyes. He knew that you knew he wasn’t okay right now, and there was no way to avoid it.

“You’re hair is too beautiful to be such a mess… but even when it’s messy, it still looks perfect.” You stated it like it was a fact, catching Toya off guard.

“It’s really not…” He said meekly.

You pushed yourself off of him and back to your spot next to him. You looked at him in disbelief while he scratched the back of his neck. ‘Does he seriously not see how perfect his hair is?’ You thought.

“I’m not an idiot, Toya. I know you’re upset right now and I know you were just crying. You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to though.” Even when you wanted nothing more than to help you, you still wanted to respect his boundaries and privacy. Toya appreciated that about you.

“It was just a bad dream- a really bad dream. Um, I don’t think I wanna go into the details… if that’s okay.”

You smiled warmly at him and nodded your head. If he didn’t want to talk about it, that was okay. Even if he never told you what it was, it was still okay. As long as he doesn’t bottle it up, you’re okay with not knowing what the dream was about.

Your smile made Toya’s heart melt into mush, making him tear up once again.

“T-Toya! Why are you crying now?” You asked.

“I’m not- I guess I am a little bit huh… ah. I just feel so lucky to have you, that’s all.” He said back, a small tear running down his cheek.

You pulled Toya onto your chest, which he gladly accepted. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck while you played with his hair. He was finally starting to feel better…

“Even if you don’t talk about it, now or ever, that’s okay. I just want you to be happy Toya, more than anything else. So please- don’t be afraid to ever let anything out, especially around me. I’ll always be here for you.”

Your words of affirmation went right to his heart. He held you tighter than before and you swear you felt him smile. While this time he didn’t cry, he definitely would have been okay with crying after that.

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Til We Meet Again

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Word Count: 6.k

Pairings: Matt Murdock x fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Matthew Murdock

I wrote this out of my current/renewed Matt Murdock obsession. I most definitely could write a part 2/entire series based on this one-shot, so if any of you would like to encourage my current crush and desire to write about Matt, plz do...XD

“Come on, babes,” begged Cameron. Her wrist bobbed up and down to pump the mascara wand in and out of the bottle. She pulled the wand out, covered in the black cosmetic. The dark shade was a stark contrast to her vibrant lime-green hair. A spontaneous decision of the past week. A spontaneous decision of many that decorated her body. 

Y/N chuckled as she watched her best friend put on her mascara face: Jaw slack and open showcasing the tongue piercing from two months ago, her coffee-coloured eyes wide, and eyebrows raised impossibly high. 

“It’s your last chance to have real fun. Hon,” chimed Cameron. She turned around and leaned against the counter in the bathroom. Her bright orange slip dress turned sour the longer Y/N looked at it. “You’ve never been to a college party. Hell, you’ve never been to college. You’ve spent your entire life dancing and now you’re flying off to Copenhagen.” Cameron waved her free hand up and feigned dramatically. “You’ll leave me behind as you dance among the stars. Forever forgetting your best friend.” 

“Drama queen,” giggled Y/N. “I won’t forget you. How could I ever!” Y/N jumped up from her seat on Cameron’s bed matching Cameron’s dramatic energy. 

Cameron chuckled and swirled around to look back into the mirror. “Can you see my spanks?” Cameron asked as she lifted the dress lightly giving way to the neon blue shorts underneath. 

“Nope,” Y/N said entering the bathroom. She began to peruse Cameron’s makeup bag. Her nose scrunched up as she looked at the lipstick colours her friend had. 

“Ooh! Sex on the beach! My favourite colour.” Cameron exclaimed and she snatched it from Y/N’s hands. 

“Sex on the beach? Really?” 

“It’s a beautiful colour, babes,” Cameron said with a smack of her lips. She offered it to Y/N. “Wanna try it?” 

Y/N looked up from the brilliant yellow lipstick with a quizzical expression on her face and shook her head. It was too bold for her. The boldest shade Y/N had ever put on her lips was black and that was for her role as the Black Swan in her ballet school’s production of Swan Lake. 

“I’ll stick to chapstick, thanks.” 

“Your loss.” Cameron hummed. The woman began to check herself out in the mirror. She pursed her lips and popped her hip to the side. “How do I look?”

“You look like a slushy,” Y/N replied bluntly. 

“Perfect, Babes!” Cameron blew Y/N a kiss. “That’s what I was going for. Everyone loves a sexy slushy.”

Y/N giggled at Cameron’s comments. The giggle turned into a laugh which spread to Cameron. 

 “Okay, chica, be honest,” Cameron said, collecting herself. “From a scale of the Goonies to Dirty Dancing, how sexy am I?”

Y/N looked her friend up and down. “Depends on what shoes you’re gonna wear.” She replied. 

Cameron chuckled and ran into her room. She swung open her closet doors and pulled out two pairs of shoes. One pair was her party tennis shoes; white vans with beer stains. The other was a pair of six-inch black heels, the ones she wore to her pole dancing classes. 

“Okay,” Y/N said. “If you go with the vans, then you’ll be a Top Gun sexy and if you go with the heels you’ll be a Rocky Horror Picture Show kind of hot.” 

A wide grin flashed on Cameron’s face. “This is why you’re my best friend, babes.” Cameron looked between the shoes and settled on the heels. She tossed the tennis shoes into the closet. “Rocky Horror Sexy it is,” she winked. 

Y/N smiled as her friend put on the heels. Now, Cameron stood an inch taller than Y/N, something Cameron took pride in. 

“Your turn honeybuns,” Cameron sang. 

Y/N shook her head. “I’m not going, Cameron. I have an international flight tomorrow and I’m going to need all the sleep I can get. “

Cameron began to whine. Her eyes fell and widened to a size that would make a cartoon character jealous. “Please?” 

“Cameron…” Y/N said warningly. Her face betrayed the determination in her voice as she smiled at her friend's antics. 

“We can get Wendy’s...AND” Cameron began. “You can pick which songs we listen to on the drive over to the party AND back.” 

Y/N dropped her head back with a sigh and looked up at the ceiling. She groaned and rolled her head around to back at Cameron and her puppy eyes. 

“Fine, I’ll go.” 

Cameron squealed and jumped up and down. Her hands clapped loudly as she had just received the best news of her life. 

“I have the perfect dress!”

“No…” Y/N began but Cameron had already shoved a mesh, basically see-through, dress into Y/N’s hands. “I’m not wearing this.” 

Cameron frowned. 

“Cam, there is no way in hell, I’ll be wearing this. Besides, I have my own clothes.” 

Cameron sighed as Y/N showed her friend the light blue slip dress she had packed. It shimmered in the moon on a dark night. It was beautiful and definitely something one would not wear to a college party–a college party at a frat house. 

“You’ll look like a mother-fucking princess. Babes,” Cameron whines, “we’re supposed to look like whores together.” 

Y/N rolled her eyes. “I refuse to wear the dress. It’s either I look like a princess, or I’m not going.”

Cameron growled and then caved into her friend’s request. Y/N smiled as she changed into the dress. Her soft hands ran over the silky dress. She turned around to show Cameron and her friend smiled.

 “I take it back. That’s Dirty Dancing hot, chica.” Cameron commented. 

Y/N smiled and looked in the mirror. She really did look beautiful. “Nobody puts Baby in a corner,” Y/N winked. 

“Speaking of, baby.” Cameron chimed. “You need some makeup with that outfit. Ooo, and a fun hairdo!” 

“Cameron…”

“I wasn’t asking.” Sensing her friend’s reluctance she continued, “I promise I won’t give you crazy makeup. Just enough to highlight your beautiful face and I’ll, ooo, curl your hair. You wear it in buns all the time. It’s time you show off your gorgeous locks.”

Y/N smiled at her friend and then hopped onto the counter. Y/N's legs swayed as Cameron brushed her cosmetic products on her friend’s face. The two of them chatted, belting songs, and having some pre-game drinks. The two of them felt as if this night would for sure be a night to remember. 

___________

“Come on Matt. It’s gonna be a night to remember. Finals are over. One more year of college done. One step closer to Nelson and Murdock,” Foggy raised the hand that wasn’t wrapped around Matt’s shoulder to motion to the imaginary business sign. “Nelson and Murdock,” Foggy whispered for dramatic effect. 

Matt laughed at his friend’s actions. Clearly, Foggy did a little bit too much pre-partying in their dorm. The blond was already leaning on Matt making it hard for him to walk straight on the sidewalk and not into the busy road. 

“Alright Foggy, a night to remember,” Matt smirked, sensing Foggy’s grin growing wider. 

“That’s the spirit.” Foggy slapped Matt on the shoulder and brought him in for a side hug. The two of them laughed as Foggy narrowly missed walking straight into a street lamp. 

“Now, Matt.” Foggy stepped in front of Matt and placed his hands on Matt’s shoulders. “I want you to find a girl and let out some steam. You’re too stress-addicted for your own good.”

“Foggy…” Matt began before Foggy shushed him. 

“No, listen to me Murdock,” a smile grew on Foggy’s face. “You’re gonna have fun tonight. Promise  me.” Foggy stuck out his pinky finger to Matt. 

“I promise Fog,” Matt said. Foggy smiled and grabbed Matt’s hand. His pinky finger pinched Matt’s and the promise was made. 

It wasn’t long before Matt and Foggy heard the sounds of the party. Music was blaring from the speakers scattered all over the lawn and house. People were laughing, screeching, dancing, chatting, and drunkenly singing. Matt’s nose scrunched up in disgust; those weren’t the only sounds he could hear. Matt could hear the buzzing of the house lights, the heartbeats of a few hundred people crammed into one space, the way the floor thundered and echoed footsteps, the bass of the song, the stickiness of the beer stuck to the bottoms of people’s shoes. His head already began to hurt and he knew it was worse when he’d be in the crowd. He’d smell, feel, hear, and taste everything. How could he not? 

“London Fog! M&M! You made it,” a young man exclaimed. He ran over to Foggy and Matt gave big bear hugs. Matt offered a smile to try and hide his disgust from the man’s smell. Matt could smell his cologne, and traces of a woman’s perfume. He could also smell that the man before him had five cups of an alcoholic mixture: Beer, vodka, and Smirnoff. He could also smell the cigarette he had taken a few hours ago. 

“How’s it been, Bryan?” Foggy asked, his words already slurred as they rolled off his tongue.

“It’s been a fucking riot. Cameron, man…she’s something.” Bryan’s face flushed red. “The dress she’s wearing.”

“I can see,” Foggy noted. “Man, that’s a bright orange.” Foggy opened his eyes wider and then blinked. “Now my eyes hurt. Too many bright colours.” He turned to Matt. “Only Cameron could pull off lime green hair, neon yellow lipstick, and an orange dress.” 

Matt smiled and nodded his head. He remembered Cameron from one of his Spanish classes. She had walked into class the first day, took one look at the board, and just left. He couldn’t recall her coming to a single class yet she had one of the best grades. A chaotic genius to say the least. Before he knew it, Bryan had wrapped an arm around Matt’s shoulder. The other arm was linked around Foggy.  Then Bryan guided the two of them into the party. 

The minute Matt stepped through the door and into the heart of the party, the pounding in his head amplified. Bryan had dragged them to the kitchen and handed him and Foggy a red plastic cup. The alcohol mixture Matt had smelled earlier. Foggy lifted his head back and downed the drink in one go. Matt just took a sip before placing it back down on the counter. 

Foggy had spotted Marci on the dance floor and excused himself. Bryan got dragged by another group and began taking shots in the dining room. Matt, on the other hand, began to swerve his way through the crowd. Everything became muffled and Matt had a hard time differentiating between his senses. He occasionally bumped into party-goers, their alcohol-ridden scent sticking to him. He needed to get out and away from the party. His pace picked up and he manoeuvred through the crowd colliding with more people. Suddenly, he came to a stop. There was a room next to him. It was quieter than the rest of the house and from what he could tell, no one was in there. He fumbled for the doorknob and burst into the room. A bathroom, he soon realized, as he closed the door. He found his way over to the sink and began to wash his hands. He splashed the cold water on his face. His senses finally came back to him and the thick walls of the bathroom tuned out the noise. 

That’s when he heard it. It started out with a heartbeat. He could tell it was young and healthy as it thumped to a graceful melody. Then he heard the rustling of satin on the skin. It sounded so soft as the fabric ran up against the skin. Afterwards, there was a smell. It was so sweet, the smell of rain and lavender that was not too overpowering. It reminded him of Hell’s Kitchen in the spring when the church would grow lavender in the community garden. The smell carried through the air and Matt froze. The water from the sink was still running. He wasn’t the only one in the bathroom. 

___________

“Umm,” the voice mumbled. He tilted his head in the direction of the sound. It came from a young woman. “Hello.” She said. 

Matt turned around. His cane and glasses were fully on show. “Hello?” He responded. His head moved side to side. He already knew where she was, but she didn’t know that. 

“Oh, you’re…”

He smiled softly. “Blind. Yeah.” He shrugged. 

The two of them stood there not knowing what to say. Matt suddenly remembered where they were. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize…” he began to apologize. 

“You’re fine. I was just stepping away from the party for a moment. I was just about to go back out.” She motioned to the door before realizing Matt couldn’t actually see her. Her head smacked her forehead. “I just pointed to the door…I’m gonna go,” she mumbled. 

As she walked past Matt he noticed the absence of alcohol. She hadn’t drunk anything and the sound of her heartbeat made Matt think that she didn’t want to rejoin the party anytime soon. Matt reached out to stop her. 

“You don’t have to go. I’m just taking a breather like you.” 

She turned around and smiled at him softly. “No, it’s alright. Plus, I’m sure my friend is wondering where I am right now.” She turned away and turned the doorknob. Only that it didn’t turn. Instead, the knob detached from the door, clattering against the stone tile of the bathroom floor. 

“Fuck,” cursed the woman. 

Matt moved his head in her direction. “What happened? I heard something bang against the floor.”

“Uh…” the woman faltered as she bent down to grab the door knob. She picked it up, walked over to Matt, and placed it in his hand. Her fingers brushed against his hand and Matt felt as if his hand was afire. He ran his hands over the cool door knob and then sighed. He smiled to himself at the gesture. 

“Yeah, the door knob fell off. Which is just great.” She muttered. Her voice grew tight and nervous. 

Matt placed the door knob down and then remembered the water in the sink was still running. He quickly turned it off and tried to offer the woman some words of comfort. “I’m sure someone will come looking. Right? You said your friend was…”

“I lied. She’s busy with some guy and drunk off her ass. She wouldn’t be able to help us. You?”

Matt shook his head. The woman sighed. “My friend was already wasted when we got to the party.”

The woman groaned and slid to the floor. She tucked her knees in close. “Perfect. I’m gonna miss my flight tomorrow,” she muttered under her breath clearly so Matt wouldn’t hear, but he did. 

“I’m sure everything will be alright.” He crouched down to the floor and leaned up against the sink cabinets. 

The woman’s heartbeat continued to beat faster and Matt was sure she’d die of a heart attack if he didn’t find some way to calm her down. 

“I’m Matt,” he blurted out. He felt his face heat up as the woman replied back. 

“Y/N.” 

“What year are you?” He found himself asking. 

“Huh?” Y/N replied. 

Matt cleared his throat. “What year of school are you in?”

“Oh,” Y/N said, “I’m not a student. Just a friend visiting a friend for a bit.”

Matt tilted his head at the words. “You don’t go to Columbia?” 

“Nope,” Y/N muttered. 

“Then why are you here at an end-of-year frat party?” Matt asked with a teasing tone. He could already hear her heartbeat returning back to its tranquil melody. 

“Funny story, actually.” She chuckled.

“I have time.” Matt smiled. He flashed his signature grin. The one that had girls fawning over him. 

Y/N blushed at his smile and began her story. She told Matt how a few months ago she auditioned for the Danish Royal Ballet company. They had gotten back to her saying they wanted her to join them. It was a dream come true for her. Matt intently listened to her love for dancing and how she immediately accepted. Instead of college, she chose to dance and now as of tomorrow afternoon, she’d be flying to Copenhagen. When she broke the news to her family and friends, they all demanded to have her visit. One of which had been her childhood best friend, Cameron. Matt chuckled and told her he knew Cameron. They shared a few laughs about the funny memories Matt and Y/N had of the young and chaotic woman. 

“So now you’re visiting Cameron,” Matt repeated. 

Y/N nodded. “Yep, she’s the last one that I was going to visit before flying to Denmark.” 

Matt had extended his legs out. His feet occasionally grazed and bumped into Y/N’s feet. Every time they did, he’d fight the blush that tried to appear on his face. 

“For a last hurrah, Cameron suggested–dragged me to this party. To be honest, I don’t like parties that much. It’s too loud, there are harsh lights, and the smells are just…”

“It’s overwhelming.” Matt finished. He knew the exact feeling. 

“Yeah.” Y/N’s voice grew quiet. “Now, your turn Matt. What’s your story and how’d you end up locked in a bathroom with me?” Y/N jokingly asked. 

Matt let out a laugh. Y/N smiled and giggle along. Matt felt a wave of relief fall over him. It had been a while since he really laughed like that: tears formed in the corner of his eyes, his breath cut short, and he clutched his chest. 

“My story’s not as…” Matt closed his eyes thinking of the right word, “interesting as yours.”

“That’s alright,” Y/N smiled, “I happen to like mundane stories. Besides, I have time.”

Matt smirked at the familiar phrase he muttered before, which now fell from her lips. He opened his mouth to tell his story when he heard the shuffling of the dress Y/N was wearing. With a huff, she stood up from her seat and strolled over to Matt. She plopped down next to him. Their legs brushed against each other. Matt couldn’t help but flash a smile in her direction. His eyes concealed by his red-tinted glasses fell just below the woman’s chin. 

“Did you just…” he chuckled.

As if she knew what he was asking, Y/N replied. “I can hear you better this way. You know, the party is quite loud.”

Now their legs were lying against each other. No longer shy, Y/N found herself scooting closer to Matt. Her hand snaked underneath his arm and then held it close. His hand playing with hers.

Matt just smiled. The blush on his face was now a similar shade to the scarlet lens that adorned his face.

“Sure, sweetheart.” 

Y/N rolled her eyes.

“Anyways, I’m a law student here at Columbia. Before that I grew up in Hell’s Kitchen,” Matt told Y/N.

She rested her head against his shoulder causing Matt to pause his story. He took a moment to calm his thundering heart. When Matt began his story. He was planning on just sticking to his college years. His childhood was a tangle of sombre memories: the accident, his dad, and Stick. But his lips betrayed him and Matt found himself telling Y/N about his dad and growing up at the orphanage. A story he didn’t divulge to just anyone. But Y/N wasn’t anyone. She was the woman who was locked in the bathroom with him. The ballerina who’d be flying across the world tomorrow. She was the woman whose heartbeat was helping distract him from the chaos outside the bathroom door. She was Y/N. He’d only known her for a few hours, but Matt couldn’t help but think he’d known her his whole life. An idea that Matt cringed at. This wasn’t him. He was a flirt and a playboy, but for the woman in the bathroom, he’d be anything. 

Soon, Matt was talking about the accident. The struggles of having your entire world stripped away in an instant. A good deed that was rewarded with eternal darkness. He told her about Nelson and Murdock, the law firm he was going to start with Foggy.

Together the two of them sat on the bathroom floor, sharing their lives and souls with one another. As Matt talked, Y/N listened. She rubbed his hand when he felt his throat clench. She just listened and Matt felt safe. He had no clue why, but he felt safe. Y/N was safe. In their tiny enclosure of a bathroom in a frat house, the two of them felt safe. 

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The safety that the bathroom provided the two of them shattered at the sound of a hard object that collided with the window in the room. Matt and Y/N jumped to their feet at the sudden bang. Y/N’s grip on Matt’s arm got tighter before she let go. His side was now freezing cold without her warmth. He tilted his head to listen to her as she trod carefully over to the window. Her body froze and her heart had a quick uptake.

“Everything alright?” Matt asked in concern. He took a step forward before he heard her shuffle forward and then came a loud creaking sound. 

Y/N’s smile turned upward as she looked out the open window. A cheer left her lips.

“Ah ha! Fuck yeah.” 

Matt’s ears perked up. “What?”

“Why didn’t I think of this before?” Y/N scolded herself.

Matt chuckled. “Mind telling me what your amazing discovery is?”

“The window.” 

“The window?”

“We can get out through the window. We’re on the first floor. It’s a bit of a jump, but we can get out!”

Matt’s face fell. “Oh, that’s great.” He smiled again when she looked back at him. A part of him wanted to stay in the bathroom forever. Just him and her. Matt and Y/N.

Her feet hit the ground and she walked back over to Matt. Her soft hands reached out and guided him over to the window. She lifted his hand up and to the window ledge. 

“Do you think you can get up?” She asked.

Matt turned to her and smiled. “Of course, sweetheart. I’m a big boy.”

Y/N’s face flushed bright red at the comment. She was happy that he couldn’t see her right now. Matt knowingly smiled at her blush. He knew full well the effect his words had on her. Matt handed her his cane which she took and held close. Her free hand held out to help him up. Then he pulled himself up onto the ledge and swung his legs around. His knees bent the minute the tips of his feet hit solid ground. Standing up straight he turned around to the sound of Y/N following him out the window. With a yelp, Matt stuck out his hand to hold her steady as she braced herself from the jump. She muttered a quick thanks before dusting her dress off and handing Matt back his cane. She felt like a teenager sneaking out of her house. 

The two of them stood underneath the window, unsure of what to do. Inside the house, the party was raging on. Matt could hear the numerous beverages being poured, the music tuned up louder, and people’s clothes grinding against one another. The more his senses took notice of it all, the more he just wanted to get out of there. He wanted to leave the party behind, take Y/N with him and enjoy the rest of the night. 

It seemed as if Y/N was thinking the same thing. 

“Wanna get out of here?” Matt asked at the same time Y/N suggested that they leave. The two of them smiled at their synchronization of thoughts. 

“Where are you staying?” He wondered. He took a step in her direction. 

“At Cameron’s, in the dorms.” She replied. 

“Perfect,” Matt whispered. “We’re in the same building then.” He extended out his arm to Y/N and smiled. It was more for his benefit than hers. He wanted to hold her close, closer than they had been, sitting in the bathroom, a few moments earlier. There was something about Y/N that intoxicated him. Her scent, the sound of her heartbeat, the way she smiled at his attempts at flirting, all were like a drug that Matt could never get enough of. His face dropped slightly remembering that she was leaving tomorrow morning. She didn’t live here and wasn’t a student at Columbia. There was a part of him that wished she was. A part of him wished he could wake up tomorrow and be around her again–hear her heartbeat, feel her smile, smell her faint perfume, hold her close, but that wasn’t so. For now, Matt would settle on the now, making most of the time he had left and maybe if he’d play his cards right, he’d get to kiss her. 

“Mind if I walk you back?” 

Matt heard the young woman next to him stifle a giggle before linking her arm with his. She leaned into him, her calming scent washing over him. “I don’t see why not.” 

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The walk back to the dorms was long, Y/N noted. Matt had chosen to take her the scenic route not that she minded. She enjoyed the walk back. The two of them chatted about life and never seemed to run out of things to talk about. She cherished the way Matt offered his jacket the minute a chill crept up her spine from the cold night. Matt loved the way Y/N pulled him a little bit closer the longer they walked. His warmth seeped into her side. To others who passed them by, it seemed as if Matt and Y/N were one person, walking so close they shared the same breaths, their hearts beating in sync. 

Matt’s pace slowed as the familiar scents and sounds of the dorms swarmed his senses. He felt his hand hold Y/N a little bit tighter, pulling her back to walk at his sloth-like pace. Eventually, his feet betrayed him and he found himself entering the doors of the building. Then the elevator. Then the hallway where Cameron’s dorm was located. Then just outside the dorm. 

Matt sighed softly at the loss of Y/N by his side. She had turned away from him and opened the door to Cameron’s dorm. Her back facing him. Her hand was still on the doorknob. Matt’s breath got heavy as he heard how fast Y/N’s heart was beating. She was waiting for something. 

Suddenly she turned around and gasped slightly at the proximity she had to Matt. Matt smiled at the sound. Her scent now filled his nose. His senses were only focused on her. Her heartbeat, the sound of her breath, the way her hand ran against her dress in an attempt to soothe her nerves, the blood rushing to her cheeks, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. Her lips. Matt could tell they’d be soft. He wondered how’d they’d taste and how’d they’d feel against his. 

Matt couldn’t stand it any longer. The two of them had been dancing around all evening. The hand of the clock was moving closer and closer to her departure time. He reached up a hand to cup her cheek, the other tickled her neck, coming to rest just above her heartbeat. Matt leaned in, but she stopped him. Her hand was firm on his chest. 

“I can’t.” She whispered. 

Matt frowned and pulled away. Was he reading this all wrong?

“Matt,” Y/N reached out. She pulled him back to her. 

“I have this policy.” She explained. Matt found his hands finding a place at her waist. His grip was solid. 

“A policy?” Matt asked. His brows raised. 

“I…,” She shook her head. “I don’t kiss and say goodbye.” Her voice got quiet and if it wasn’t for Matt’s hyper-hearing, he was sure he would have missed it. 

He smiled softly he opened his mouth to reply, but Y/N continued on.

“I leave tomorrow morning and I don’t know if I’ll ever be back in New York. Hell, I don’t even know if I’ll be back in the States for that matter.” Matt felt her head fall against his chest. 

“But,” she said softly, “If I ever find you again in the future. If our paths somehow cross–like I need a defence lawyer,”

“Why? Do you plan on getting in trouble anytime soon,” Matt jokingly commented. 

 Y/N chuckled. The nervousness in her muscles relaxed. 

“Or if my ballet company tours or something like that,” She continued. She lifted her head off of Matt’s chest and cupped his face in her hands. She leaned in close and brushed her nose against his. “If you aren’t taken and vise-versa, if we remember each other, remember this…”

“That’s a lot of ifs,” Matt whispered. His nose nudging hers. 

“I know, but if destiny, fate, whatever is on our side, then I promise to give you a kiss.”

Matt’s ears perked up at those words. 

“I’ll give you a kiss. A real kiss,” She repeated. 

Matt laughed. “A real kiss?”

He felt her smile. “Yeah, not some peck on the cheek bullshit. A real kiss like how they do it in the movies.” 

“Okay,” Matt said. He wished as he held her close, that he could say something poetic and what not but words failed him. 

It was Y/N who pulled back first. Her hands fell from Matt’s face, and she stepped out of his hold. She turned away and whispered goodbye before closing the door to Cameron’s room. Matt sighed and stood outside her door taking in the promise she had made him. Forcing his mind to commit every last detail about her to memory. He’d be damned if he’d ever forget such a wonderful woman–Y/N. 

Finally, he stepped away and walked down the hall back to the elevators. He had only made it a few steps before the door flung open and Y/N rushed out. She ran to Matt. He turned around to meet her when he felt a warmth on his cheek. She had kissed him. Kissed his cheek. 

“There,” She stated. “A little something to mark the promise.” 

Matt smiled and reached out to her, his hand grasping her forearm. He leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. His lips a promise to find her. A promise to never forget. He lingered close to her. His soft lips against her flushed cheek. 

“Goodnight, sweetheart.” 

“Goodnight, Matt,” Y/N whispered sweetly. “Find me in the future.” 

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It was 3.26 in the morning when Foggy stumbled into the dorm. His drunken figure ran into the walls and tripped over shoes laid out across the floor. The noise from his entrance would have woken Matt from his slumber. However, Matt was awake. His sightless eyes gazed up at the ceiling. His mind was in a trace with a prayer on loop. 

“Fuck, sorry Matt.” Foggy apologized. His voice was hoarse from the long night of alcohol and impromptu karaoke. 

Matt turned on his side. “It’s alright, Foggy.” 

“So…” Foggy began as he marched to the bathroom and hastily brushed his teeth clean. The bottle of tooth past lay untouched next to the sink. “Was it a night to remember?”

Matt couldn’t hide the large and bright smile that appeared on his face. Matt’s mind flashed with the memories from the evening, distracting him from answering Foggy’s question. Puzzled by his friend’s silence, Foggy stepped out of the bathroom. A toothbrush stuck in his mouth, and hands on his hips. 

“You didn’t…” Foggy exclaimed the words sounding mushed with the toothbrush in his mouth. He quickly took out the toothbrush and discarded it on the side of the sink. “Who is she?” 

Matt sat up and looked in Foggy’s direction. The pungent smell of the party that followed Foggy didn’t bother Matt as he thought about the woman of the evening. Part of him wanted to keep the events of tonight a secret. He wanted to keep Y/N–the memory of her to himself. However, Matt’s mouth opened up and betrayed the inner thoughts of his mind, and he told Foggy everything. He told Foggy about being locked in the bathroom. The way she sat down next to him. Her leg brushed against his. He told Foggy about how he could have talked to the woman for hours and that he had told her so much about him some of which Foggy had never known. The smell of her perfume, and the sound of her voice and when she laughed. Matt smiled as he relayed their escape from the bathroom and the way she held on to him the walk back drawing him closer as the cold night went on. Matt told Foggy of his reluctance to let her go, and how he wished she were a student here. That he could be with her again and again, but that it couldn’t be. Later today, she’d be on a plane far away from New York. Far away from Matt. 

The room grew silent, and Matt just sat on his bed. Unsure of the thoughts and feelings dancing around his head. 

“What is it?” Foggy asked. He got the sense that there was something more to Matt’s mysterious woman of the evening. “A ground-breaking kiss? Mind-blowing sex?”

Matt just shook his head. Foggy gasped. 

“I kissed her cheek,” Matt replied. He had said it as if it was the best thing that had ever happened to him. A tiny kiss on the cheek. A kiss she had ran after him for. 

Foggy feined dramatically. “A. Kiss. On. the. Cheek.” 

“No, Fog…” Matt began. His head shook at Foggy’s statement. “We made a promise.”

Foggy stopped his dramatic acting and hopped on his bed. “A promise?” He repeated sceptically. This was his friend, Matthew Murdock, the campus playboy and heartthrob, and here he was a complete sap over a girl he had only met a few hours before. It didn’t possible to Foggy.

“If we find each other in the future, remember this night, the promise, then she’d give me a real kiss.”

“A real kiss?” Foggy chuckled. 

“Like one of those in the movies.”

Foggy’s eyes narrowed at Matt. “She’s your Cinderella,” he blurted. 

“My what?”

“Your Cinderella. The promise, AKA the shoe. The party tonight, the ball. Love at first sight You get my gist.”

“I’m not in love with her Fog it’s just…”

Foggy rolled his eyes. “She’s your Cinderella,” Foggy stated firmly. “You’re a complete sap over a woman you’ve only known for a few hours. Therefore, CINDERELLA.”

Matt smiled. “My Cinderella,” he repeated to himself.

“Now, you just need to go all Prince Charming and scour the kingdom for her,” Foggy mumbled as he fell back in his bed and snuggled into his blankets. 

Matt smiled at the thought and laid back down. His eyes raised up once again to the ceiling. Y/N, he thought. Matt felt like a sinner as the most beautiful sound he had ever heard left his lips–her name. He said it over and over again. A silent prayer to God that he’d meet her again in the future. He’d find his Cinderella and claim his kiss. He’d remember her: her scent, the melody of her heart, the touch of her skin and her lips, everything. Soon Matt felt his eyelids fall closed as midnight dreams overtook him. All he could think about was her. Y/N. He’d find her he just knew it.  

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manchester derby

transferred/modified from my wattpad

prompt: you and ona batlle have an argument before the manchester derby

word count: 3.5k

a/n: i'm really sorry for the lack of posting recently, i haven't been doing too well mentally and i'm still not really so i have barely been writing at all. but thank you all for the continued support and requests, i have a lot that i want to write once i am feeling better so hopefully there will be new stuff to enjoy very soon.

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"Why are you like this?" Ona yells across the apartment at you, the two of you in the midst of a heated argument.

"Like what? Excited to have a future with you?" you ask, this type of scenario happens anytime you happen to bring up plans of having a future with the Manchester United defender.

"No, so pushy! We have this conversation too often, can't we just live in the moment and be happy that we have each other now instead of trying to constantly plan for things that might not happen?" Ona replies, clearly frustrated.

"Ona, all I did was ask if we should extend the rent here or think about getting a place of our own. That is such a normal thing. I don't know why you are getting upset with me over this" you are on the verge of tears not understanding why any simple conversations about your future causes so much damage between the two of you.

"Look I get it but I don't want to think about that now, especially before a game. Why can't we just wait until it's closer to the time we need to think about it and then make a decision?" Ona groans, her game-day mood now put off by another argument.

"Three months out is when we have to make these types of decisions Ona, I left it as long as possible! We can't leave it til the day before, the real estate has been emailing me asking if we want to extend or not, and I tried to talk to you about it all week and you just blew me off, this has been the only time I could actually get you to listen to me" you also groan, just as frustrated at the situation.

"We'll talk about it tomorrow" Ona sighs as she picks up her bag getting ready to leave, "I have to go and you should make your way to the stadium as well" she continues as she makes her way out the door.

"Okay, I love you" you reply in a small voice, the response not even heard by your girlfriend as she slams the door on the way out of your apartment. 

-

"Manchester will be red today!" Ona yells as she walks into the locker room at the Academy Stadium behind the rest of her teammates.

"We have a confident defender! Everyone prepare for a clean sheet!" Mary cheers happily as the rest of the group cheers in response.

"What's up with you?" Leah sits next to Ona, knowing that the defender is hiding something as she is usually very reserved and humble, especially on game day.

"Why would something be up? I'm just ready for the derby" Ona shrugs off the questioning of her teammate.

"No Ona seriously, you aren't like this, it's super weird, is everything okay?" Leah asks sincerely, placing her hands on Ona's shoulders looking her in the eyes.

"Everything is fine Leah, actually no, everything is incredible so can we not dampen the mood with whatever this is" Ona replies harshly, this stuns Leah as Ona never behaves like this.

Leah just shakes her head walking away from Ona, knowing she clearly isn't acting like herself but not wanting to push it any further.

Ona begins to get ready, clearly still angry, no one on the team bothers her though, having seen her interaction with Leah earlier and not wanting to be next in the firing line of the Spaniard. 

"Does everyone suddenly have a problem with me?" Ona asks loudly, causing some heads to turn.

"Come with me" the team captain Katie grabs Ona's arm pulling her into the hallway between the two teams locker rooms. "What the hell is going on with you?" Katie asks harshly, annoyed that there are suddenly team issues so close to game time.

"Nothing" Ona mumbles.

"It's clearly not nothing, you blew up on Leah before and the team just now, so spill now or I'm having Marc bench you" Katie speaks.

"You don't have the authority to do that" Ona rolls her eyes trying to walk back into the locker room.

"Not particularly but I can tell him that there is a cohesion issue that starts and ends with you and he can make up his mind on what to do, and his answer will be to bench you" Katie responds, Ona sighs knowing that the captain is right.

"I just had a fight with (Y/N) this morning, it's nothing" Ona gives in giving Katie as little details as possible.

"Look I can see that it's personal and you don't want to talk about it but the entire team is here for you and we all love you but right now we need you to ignore those personal problems and be a team player" Katie quickly hugs Ona.

"Thanks Katie" Ona replies simply, walking back into the locker room and making her way over to Leah to apologise to her.

-

You walk into the locker room with no sign of your usual cheery gameday mood. You make your way to your spot putting your earphones in, ignoring anyone who enters the room.

"The life of the party not here yet?" Georgia asks as she enters the locker room, having noticed that there is no music playing and that you aren't dancing and singing around the room like you usually would be on game day.

"She's here" keira points over to the number 6 spot, you sitting under it with your head down seemingly staring intently at the ground. "We don't know what's wrong though"

"Maybe she's just tired? Has anyone spoken to her?" Georgia puts out her ideas as to why you are acting unusual,

"We've just been leaving her alone, don't wanna be the reason she snaps" Kiera shrugs, turning back to her own spot preparing for the game.

You look up as you receive a tap on the head, you see Georgia standing above you attempting to talk, you take one of your earphones out in order to listen to your teammate. 

"What's up G?" you ask sweetly, acting as if nothing is wrong.

"I was just wondering where my dance buddy is, the room is so quiet I thought you weren't here yet" Georgia laughs lightly, quickly stopping when she notices that you don't so much as smile at the remark.

"Yeah sorry Gl, I'm not feeling it today" you reply, seconds later you are wrapped in Georgia’s arms, the shocking but comforting action causes you to burst into tears.

"Hey, what's wrong, seriously?" Georgia asks sweetly, rubbing your back to comfort you.

"It's j-just that Ona and I w-we had a fight t-this mor-morning" you stutter through your sentence as you violently sob.

"Hey hey, just breathe, calm down and then you can tell me what happened okay?" Georgia replies sweetly.

You take a few minutes to calm down, still slightly crying though, "Um so Ona and I had a fight this morning because I tried to ask her if she wanted to extend the rent or if we should look for a house together. She got mad that I'm trying to plan for our future, she says that I should live in the moment more and not cause problems" you informs Georgia and a number of other teammates who are standing around listening.

"She deserves better" Kiera whispers to her own girlfriend, Lucy.

Lucy steps up to talk to you knowing that she herself had been the 'Ona' in the past. 

"(Y/N)" you look up at Lucy nodding quickly to show that you are listening. "Situations like this are always hard for both sides, but you need to be confident in who you are. You are not doing anything wrong by trying to plan for a future with someone you love but if she doesn't see that then there is a huge difference in the mindset that both of you have in this relationship. While it is horrible, leaving may be the best thing for you to do. Right now you need to focus on the game but afterwards you should talk with her and see if you two can make it work and if you can't or it ends in another fight then maybe it's time to move on"

"But I don't want us to break up" you reply in a small voice.

"I know, and you know what, a few months ago I was acting like Ona, it took Kiera confronting me and asking what I really truly wanted for me to see that if I didn't get serious I wouldn't have her forever. Now I'm back here and happier than ever. If she's the one for you she will realise that she can't live without you and if she's not we will all be here for you" Lucy replies, you quickly get up pulling her into a hug.

"Thank you so much Luce" you whisper, then louder you yell "so where's the music?" the team just laugh as someone turns on the music and you and Georgia begin dancing around happily getting ready for the game.

-

The two teams line up, there is an awkward air around yourself and Ona and thus the two teams as mostly everyone knows that the two of you are not on good terms at this very moment.

Everyone makes their way to shake hands with their opponents, once Ona is in front of you it seems like the world has stopped for the both of you.

"Good luck" you extend your hand out to shake Ona’s.

"You too" Ona does not shake your hand, instead quickly moving on, this action is not missed by any of the players on the field, or the fans who constantly speculate about the two rivals dating.

The players make their way over to their starting positions, while walking past Katie hits the back of Ona's head lightly, "that was such a dick move Batlle"

"I know" Ona sighs, getting ready to start the game.

On the other side of the pitch Lucy wraps you in the hug, "remember what I said, kill it this game and then kill the relationship... if needed" you laugh, quickly running to your position.

-

In the middle of the pitch Keira passes the ball to you, you have a clear line from the left wing to goal with none of the Manchester United defenders close enough to stop you from easily making the shot that you are essentially known for.

You quickly plant your left leg on the ground, preparing to kick with your right, as you move to kick the ball a force pulls you to the ground. All you can feel is excruciating pain in your right knee.

"Oh my god" Ona covers her face, feeling horrified that she may have just seriously injured you.

"Keep your personal shit off the pitch Batlle" Lucy growls at the Manchester United defender before leaning down next to you.

"Are you okay sweetheart?" Lucy asks you, rather than responding you continue to cry and groan clutching your knee.

"Medic!" Lucy yells as it seems like it is taking too long for the referee to make her way over to the scene.

Once the trainers arrive they go through a series of questions, you can not answer any of them, you are in too much pain to even hear what they are asking. After determining that it is likely an ACL injury a stretcher is brought onto the field and you are taken off.

-

"How are you doing sweetheart?" Lucy asks as her and Keira walk into the hospital room.

"ACL rupture, out for at least 6 months and my relationship is falling apart, I'm great" jordyn fake smiles as you hold two thumbs up.

"Ha ha funny, how are you actually?" Lucy asks, sitting next to you. 

"It hurts a lot and I'm scared and I wish Ona cared enough to be here" you respond honestly.

"Do you know who hurt you?" Lucy asks.

"No, I don't even know what happened, I’ve only just been checked out and scheduled for surgery"

"Yeah well I think the reason Ona isn't here is because she's the one who did it, she went in for a tackle and completely wiped you out" Keira enters the conversation.

"Oh so it wasn't enough to mess with me emotionally she also had to completely physically mess me up" you sigh, "Sorry guys I'm feeling really tired, you can stay if you want but i'm going to sleep" you immediately close your eyes, attempting to stop the tears that are threatening to fall down your cheeks. 

-

"I think you should leave" you hear a frustrated voice as you just barely begin to wake up.

"She's my girlfriend, you can't force me to leave" you recognise the voice to be Ona, but you don't open your eyes or talk yet.

"I'm well aware Batlle, but you got into a fight with her this morning over having a future together, then you were completely unsportsmanlike before the game and then you literally wiped her out and caused an injury that's going to have her out for 6 months! Your track record today isn't looking so good, so as someone who actually cares for (Y/N) I'm going to need you to leave right now, maybe think about where this relationship is actually going and then once you've made a decision, if you are lucky I will let you see her again" Lucy speaks to Ona, clear frustration can be heard through her strained tone. 

"Luce" you rasp out in a voice that is barely above a whisper.

"Yeah, what's up sweetie?" Lucy asks tentatively, as she glares at Ona who still hasn't left.

"Can you call the nurse? I'm in a lot of pain and I just want to sleep" you respond, not even acknowledging that your girlfriend is in the room.

"Of course (Y/N/N), I'll be right back" Lucy states as she walks out of the room past Ona.

"Baby I'm so sorr-" Ona begins to apologise.

"Save it Ona, Lucy is right. You acted so horrible today, you made me feel so awful all day. Look I don't blame you for the injury, things happen, but the rest was so messed up. I'd like you to leave and consider where our relationship is going, I'll talk to you soon" you cut her off.

"I love you" Ona whispers as she leaves the room, not bothering to put up a fight, knowing that she is lucky that she even got as much as a simple response from you.

-

Ona walks into the Academy Stadium, she feels extremely awkward being there as her last interaction with Manchester City players was not at all positive but she knows she needs to do this to save her relationship.

She walks up to the front desk smiling sweetly at the receptionist, "Hi, I need to see Lucy Bronze"

"And do you have a pass for that?" the receptionist asks.

"Well um no I don't, but I play for Manchester United if that helps?" Ona asks, not sure how to get this girl to let her see Lucy.

"I'm not sure how being a Manchester United player would help at the Manchester City training ground, but I can call up and let her know you are here and she can choose if she wants to see you or not, name?"

"Okay ah we have another problem, she won't want to talk to me, we aren't on the best terms. Ooo um last resort, i'm dating (Y/N) (Y/L/N)" Ona informs the receptionist.

"Oh my god, I love (Y/N), she is such a sweetie!" the receptionist smiles for the first time in the conversation.

"Yeah she really is and I'm trying to surprise her so I could really use the help getting Lucy to come down here" Ona states.

"Okay fine I'll do it, but only because I'm fond of (Y/N)" the receptionist replies.

-

"What do you want Batlle?" Lucy asks harshly as she walks into the reception area where Ona is nervously pacing.

"Look I know I messed up like big time and I know (Y/N) hates me rig-" Ona is quickly cut off.

"She doesn't hate you, no one knows why but even after everything you've done to that sweet sweet girl can't stop talking about how much you mean to her and how she wishes things were different between the two of you" Lucy explains.

"Oh well that makes things a lot easier I guess" Ona rubs the back of her neck awkwardly.

"Anyway, get to the point please, why am I here?" Lucy is annoyed that she has been taken out of training for someone she very much dislikes at this point in time.

"I want to propose to (Y/N) and I need your help" Ona states simply.

Lucy is shocked at the admission but quickly recovers, keeping up her protective energy. "So you won't talk about any sense of a future with her but you want to marry her, you know how backwards that sounds right?"

"It's no excuse but the reason I have been so uptight about the future lately is that I have been planning this proposal and any time she mentions the future I’m scared that she has worked out that I'm planning to propose" Ona explains to Lucy.

"You are right it is no excuse but (Y/N) is completely infatuated with you and I'm sure she would be extremely excited for this surprise" Lucy explains. "You've still got a long way to go in my book but this is definitely a step in the right direction. Don't mess up this opportunity Ona, it's the last one you have"

"Wait, are you going to help?" Ona yells as Lucy walks off.

"Sure Batlle, message me!" Lucy replies not looking back at the Manchester United defender.

-

"Lucy, you know it's cruel to make a cripple walk, especially for so long and with no idea where she is going!" you groan as the two of you walk through the park.

"I already told you I'm taking you to a surprise and you will like it, also I literally offered to give you a piggyback and you refused so that's your own problem" Lucy laughs walking ahead of you slightly, the crutches making it hard for you to keep up with your teammate. 

"I said no when I thought it was going to be a short walk to my favourite cafe, now that would have been a good surprise, can I take it back, gimme a ride?" you ask sweetly.

"Nope, anyway we're here" Lucy smiles, moving her arms to show you a path of white rose petals that lead to a picnic in a clearing that overlooks the city.

"um Lucy, this looks really romantic, we should probably keep walking, the couple will probably be here soon" you begin to walk past the path moving in a different direction, the action harder than you anticipated with your limited range of movement. 

Seeing such a romantic setting makes you feel terrible, you miss Ona even though you feel like you shouldn't and you wished that someone would ever do something half as romantic for you in your lifetime.

"No silly, come here" Lucy grabs your shoulders pulling you down the petal covered path.

"Luce, you are great and all but you have Keira and she is one of my closest friends so this can not happen" you state as you point between yourself and Lucy.

"Oh my god, you are so clueless sometimes, I didn't set this up and I would never cheat on Keira, look just stand here and you'll understand in a minute" Lucy groans forcing you to stand right by the picnic blanket that is set up.

"Hi baby" Ona states, walking from behind you so that you wouldn’t be able to see her coming. 

"Ona, hi. What are you doing here?" you ask, clearly very confused.

"This" Ona responds, moving to get on one knee in front of you.

"Oh my god, what?"

"I just need you to calm down and listen for a minute, yeah?" ona asks you. While still in shock you nod your head quickly.

"(Y/N) I have never loved someone as much as I love you and I know that I will never have the capacity to love someone in the same way ever again. You are my forever, you are everything I've ever wished for and everyday I get to spend with you is the best day of my life. I know that I screwed up really badly and made it seem like us having a future together was not something I wanted. That was the biggest mistake of my life, I would be honoured if you would want to spend your life with me. so (Y/N), would you do the honour of allowing me to be your wife?" Ona asks hopefully as you stand in shock with tears streaming down your face.

"Yes of course Ona!" you fall into Ona's arms, smiling widely at the fact that you finally got everything you have ever wanted.

[joprompts]

a tale of two cities (musical) lyric starters. part two. starters from the musical. adjust as necessary.

finally that blessed moment, finally that dream come true.

heaven has heard us calling. heaven has seen their crimes. here is the day we've waited for and now is the best of times.

heaven has heard us calling. heaven has seen their crimes.

surely god is on our side.

liberty, equality, fraternity, or death.

what happened to tomorrow? tell us just who to blame. villains may come and they may go, but everything stays the same.

after the Revolution, after the smoke and flame, everyone said that we'd have bread, but everything stays the same.

but there's one thing that is new---now it's our decision who will bleed.

save my [dynamic], sir, [he/she/they/etc] is badly hurt, save my [dynamic], leave me be.

you know the law, a peasant has no rights!

god must help them now.

we need to know you'll never breathe a word of what you've seen, of anything you've heard.

i will not take your money, sir.

how can you stand there? there's blood on my hands! how can you tell me that i should forget? i will not rest til the world understands what you have done here this day. this time you're going to pay. i promise you, this time it won't go away!

how could you leave? leave without a word?

how could you do this to your own?

weren't we enough? all that you could want? weren't we enough to hold you home?

you made a vow to be with me when you were never really free.

but i'll be brave and i'll be strong.

you'll never know from me that you've done something wrong.

yes, you love me that much i can see.

i'm sure you know that i'm still here no matter what you've done i'm always here.

i'd follow you, i'd be selfish too, i'd gladly join you in the grave.

for i was once where she could be, abandoned young without a home or family and though my soul will die with you our child will not be left alone to spend a lifetime wondering, "how?"

for i was once where she could be, abandoned young without a home or family.

how could you leave without a word?

my first card is an ace. 

now i lay me down to sleep, i pray the lord my soul to keep. if i should die before i wake, i pray the lord my soul to take.

tomorrow mustn't bring her a future that she fears.

for now save her the sorrow, for now save her the tears.

a child is filled with wonder, let this one's dreams be blessed.

just let her be a child for now.

for now save her the sorrow, for now save her the tears. save grief for somewhere years away just not today; not here.

you are not afraid. all the others just pretend.

it's as if you would embrace the very end.

you're an angel, you were sent to me by god.

perhaps it's you that god has sent to me.

when i hold your hand, all my fears are in the past.

will i find you again?

there can be no farewells. we will meet where the weary find peace.

i can't recall a sky so clear all the heavens seem an inch away and not unfriendly after all.

it is a far far better thing i do than i have ever done. it is a far better rest i go to than i have ever known.

[buddyhollyscurls]

Leaving for Utah until Sat tomorrow so here's an excerpt of a future story bc why not also bc i won't be able to work on anything else in my google drive til i get back lmao

She watched as he reached near the end of the path, an acidic taste rising in her throat. She not only hated him, but at this moment, she hated herself. Hated herself for still worrying about him. Hated that she was still affected by him, that she could feel the power he still had over her. Is it over, he’d asked her, is it truly over? That wasn’t for her to decide. Yes, contrary to everything she had told him, she hated herself all the more because she knew that she did not truly hate him at all. She could never hate him. She felt embittered, wasted, and spent. But from the second that she saw him from the window standing in her yard, she knew deep within her soul that her last moments on earth would be spent with his image in her mind, his name on her breath, and her heart still secure in the palm of his hands. She would love him forever but she was determined never to let him know that again.

     “I know it’ll be truly over,” she thought out loud to herself, “if he doesn’t look back. I’ll know that he’ll really leave me alone. I’ll never see him again. And then I can grow old in peace. Don’t turn around.” 

    She muttered the last sentence over and over under her breath as he continued walking. Though, if she were hoping he’d fulfill or refute the demand even she did not know. He was at the end of the path now, about to turn onto the street. He had not looked back. It was then that she began to taste the acidic bile that had emerged in her throat, and she rushed to the bathroom to throw up. 

     She moved away from the window at the precise moment that Mateo suddenly stopped dead in his tracks, just before he turned away from the house, and looked up at the casement. His entire walk down the path, he had been so sure that Bianca was standing there, watching him from the window. He would have sworn he could feel her there. He told himself that once he reached the turn he would look back, and if she was there, it meant that what they had was not over. But she wasn’t there. He continued on his way down the street. He decided, as he left the view of the house, that he would accept his fate. Bitterly, he would accept that he and Bianca were not destined to be together.

     His resolution to keep this decision held strong until he found himself on the bus back to the Blue House. As he sat at his seat looking out the window, realizing that he was rolling farther and farther from Bianca, the antagonizing heaving of his chest that had been there since he glanced up at the vacant window threatened to swirl out of him like a tsunami. He could not - would not - believe that he and Bianca were not destined for one another. He did not care if she had not been staring out of her casement watching him. That proved nothing to him. Anyway, since when did he believe in things like that? He had never believed in destiny or in fate until Bianca. She was his only fate, the only thing he believed in. The only truth he was certain of was that his life started when he first laid eyes on her. And he knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that he would end it with her. Either he would find some way for her to forgive him, or he would be the one on his knees, dying and repenting for everything he’d done. He would do whatever it took.

[queen-scribbles]

okay okay okay: wait, chin, and/or bare for Ves/Kurt

Oh, and of course 😘

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The stairs up to her room seemed longer tonight and Vesper wasn’t sure if that was thanks to general exhaustion or staring at words so long her eyes were in rebellion. Regardless of the reason, she was done now, free to do as she pleased. She stretched once she reached the top, rolling her shoulders to shake out the tension of a day spent behind her desk. 

Kurt was waiting when she reached the bedroom, just finished with armor maintenance from the look of it. He smiled and crossed to meet her in the doorway. “I was beginning to wonder if you fell asleep at your desk,” he said, brushing a kiss to the top of her head. “and if I needed to go check.”

Vesper laughed softly at the teasing note in his voice. “Not when I have the bed and you as such a tempting alternative,” she rejoined, leaning back against the doorframe and enjoying how her words made his eye light. “The diplomatic treatise from Thélème took longer to parse than I anticipated, and it needed to be done.” She gave him a look tinged with just a hint of mischief. “So, how was your day, darling?”

She would never stop loving the small hitch to his breath when she called him that, not if they both lived to a hundred.

Kurt’s smile widened and he brushed a loose wisp of hair back behind her ear. “About as boring as yours, I expect, though at least I got to stretch my legs. Trainin’ new recruits for the Hikmet garrison,” he elaborated before she could ask.

Hikmet- A thought struck and Vesper started to push away from the doorframe. “I didn’t finish the letter for-”

Kurt caught her arm and pulled her back. “It’ll still be there tomorrow, Ves,” he said softly, stepping closer so the words were a warm, gentle rush against her cheek. It sent a pleasant shiver skittering down her spine. “And the courier doesn’t leave ‘til mid-morning. Right now, it’s late,” his hand skimmed along her jaw, thumb brushing back and forth over the boundary between her mark and cheek as he tipped her chin up, “and I would like to spend some time with my wife.”

Her toes curled in her boots and she bit her lip even as it curved in a smile. She’d never get tired of that giddy rush, either. “She would very much like that as well” --her fingers curled in the fabric of his shirt-- “husband.”

He kissed her even as her other hand groped for the doorknob. “No distractions, then?” he mumbled against her mouth.

“None.” Vesper pulled the door closed with a decisive click and leaned back against it. “That was a momentary relapse” ---her hand slid up to cup the back of his neck and hold him close-- “into old habits.” She gently kissed the corner of his mouth. “I’m all yours.”

He smiled, kissed her back, just as gently, almost chaste, and rested his forehead to hers. “Music to my ears.”

She hummed in agreement and slipped from between him and the door to start undressing.  It was a much easier process on a day like today than one spent adventuring, which was about the only point in favor of deskbound days. Vesper shrugged off her doublet and slung it over a chair, then started working on the buttons of her shirt with one hand while the other pulled out her hair tie.

She paused when calloused fingers slid over hers to help with unbuttoning, the warmth of Kurt’s chest at her back, then let him take over. She was content to marvel, again, how hands so rough were always so gentle with her. The last button parted, shirt slipping from her shoulders, and Kurt bent to press a kiss against faintly scarred skin in its wake. Vesper bit her lip, toes curling. She let the shirt drop to the floor and pivoted to arch a playful brow at her husband.

“Your turn,” she whispered, fingers already digging into his shirt, tugging the fabric loose . Kurt chuckled and stole another kiss as he took over pulling off his shirt.

Vesper’s hands settled on his belt buckle as he discarded the shirt, but stilled before making much progress. Instead she leaned in and brushed a gentle but deliberate kiss to the scar just below his collarbone.

His breath caught, one hand resting on her shoulder as the other slowly, gently carded through her hair to free it fully from the braid that bound it. “I won’t complain if you intend to kiss them all, my sweet Excellency,” he murmured, pausing to tuck her freed hair behind her ears, “but that will take a while.”

“I know,” Vesper said lightly, shoving aside the familiar twist of sorrow and anger at how life had treated him. Tonight was not for those thoughts. “Good thing, then” --she shifted over slightly to kiss the small acid burn nearly dead center on his chest-- “that we have all night.” Kissed the bullet graze across his left bicep, then straightened and tilted her chin up to meet his gaze. “Isn’t it?”

“Indeed it is,” Kurt laughed, voice rough even with his amusement, his hand curving the back of her neck.

She went eagerly as he pulled her into another kiss, and he offered no resistance when she started them moving toward the bed.

[cipheress-to-k-pop]

Love, thank you for responding to my last ask, I was waiting to hear your thoughts on it. This time I have an idea that not based on a musical but loosely based on Harry Potter.

What if the reason YJR survived the attack from the Lords Of Order is because her mother cast a spell protecting her? Like how Lilys love for Harry protected him and killed Voldemort. It would make sense as to why she survived.

To take it a step further the spell might protect her from anyone trying to hurt her so no one can hurt her no matter what they do. So they just… leave her. But Kent Nelson comes back, not as Dr. Fate but as himself and is able to bring her back because he doesn’t want to hurt her. It would also make Kent Nelson a good person in her mind, but Dr. Fate is not.

Ps: a while ago someone made a joke about the YJ crew singing “We Don’t Talk About Bruno” and I got bored and wrote a parody if you’re interested

Pss: I know you haven’t seen Stargirl (which you should it’s amazing! And in my opinion the best live action dc show) but I did have an idea for that universe. If you want to hear it I can be super vague about what happens in the show. I just want to tell someone.

Hey darling! I didn't wait nearly as long as last time to answer this one so I hope you're proud of me^^

I'm just gonna get right into it.

Firstly, I think the idea is really really cute and I love that it would be her mother's love that protects her but tbh I'm not a big fan of it (sorry)😭😫

Tbh I didn't really like it in Harry Potter when I saw it the first time around. Idky but I just don't like the concept of 'love magic'??? Like I don't like things that are like 'the power of love' or 'friendship conquers all'. I like the idea in context of whwd but I already have a bias against this because of Harry Potter so I'm just not into it

Also I kinda like the idea that instead of Kent Nelson it would be Klarion

like omfg imagine that

Klarion just coming to the dimension and seeing all the carnage and being so overwrought with grief and fury that the only thing on his mind is revenge but when he hears baby yjr's cries, he cannot ignore the last of his kind

So, for the first time in his life, he chooses to make a mature decision.

Revenge can wait til tomorrow

Secondly, I would LOVE to see your parody of 'We don't talk about bruno'

Thirdly, I have not watched Stargirl but i am definitely open to listening to you rant about it!!! Tell me everything!

[selfmadetorturedsadnessetc]

I want to leave my relationship with DH, so bad. Again, don’t want to bc of my kids. He is just such a narcissist. Today he says he will go look at a job tomorrow. I said, “Well then great, I can then quit the motel.” He says, “I am just going to get an application and check it out. I told them not to get their hopes up.” Then tells me that if he does then he will be the one to make all the decisions in the house and that he will kick out my sister and niece to the streets by the end of the month. After we already talked about how she can’t go yet bc she has no money. But I plan to have her saved up hopefully by income tax time. He didn’t even want to go with me to meet my daughter’s teachers today. I swear he is just the lazy babysitter. I asked him the other day to fix the steps bc they have gotten really unstable. He says that he won’t do it til we get our house fully back. Like wtf dude. It is highly dangerous for us and the kids. He is a lazy piece of shit. I just want to leave. Maybe I will get my chance when I get my results today from the std test. 

Only problem really with being single would be all the people who I have made fall for me. They will all want to be with me, thinking they are the only ones. I want to be single, move to Florida by the beach, and travel with my kids. I keep saying I will travel with them when they are older, but I know I probably won't. Mainly because I won’t be able to. Guess we will see. 

[pbandjesse]

Me and James are on our way home from the museum in a wild fucking storm. Like I love a good rain but this is the second storm this week that has me terrified. We had to go super slow on the highway but it will be okay.

And today was a good day! I slept well and was happy for the ac because when I got out of our room this morning it was so hot. The air doesn't move great in the apartment. But I got washed up and put on my pretty dress and we headed to the market.

It was not my best day. I only made one sale but there were a lot of nice people. And the sale I did make was of a fluffy large bear to a little girl. I even had extra baby clothes with me so she got to pick them an outfit. So that was sweet and made me feel nice.

I was going to catch up on my knitting again but I couldn't find my pick tool? I was a little annoyed but I also brought some sewing to work on and was able to finish 5 bears. And I talked to Bob and he took my awe to sharpen for me. James says he liked being able to show people that and that it was very cool to demo.

I mostly just enjoyed people watching. O'Malley came with their partner and I got two hugs! I love a hug. And it was a hot day but still beautiful out. I didn't even really notice the heat until I went inside to talk to James and was blasted by the ac.

Ann left so I was in charge for a little bit. But same as always, when Ann leaves early everyone else starts packing up at 1245. Which makes me laugh. Like I get why she wants everyone to stay til the end. But she also makes people who sell out stay and I don't know. Just feels unnecessary but it's not my decision.

I packed up and was able to get almost everything in the trunk. So that was cool. I went inside to say hi and goodbye to James. And waited until everyone else was out from the pavilion and headed home.

I was tired. And hungry. I got back here and had the rest of our leftover pizza and a piece of the good cheesecake James made. And then I slept.

It was such a good nap. And when I woke up James was here!! I gave James a hug and went to get redressed for the museum.

It was a good drive out. James drove us so they could take the car to their parents to do laundry. And when we got to the musuem the wedding planner was like you can't go inside! And me and James were like I am working tonight! And they were like. Oh! Made me laugh.

The wedding was fine. I didn't have a lot of people come in but the ones who did were nice. James had stopped to get me a donut and that was a good snack. I was able to talk to some really nice kids at the wedding and show them how to print and that was fun for me.

I cleaned up the print stuff and we got to have some fancy leftover cheeses and spreads. It was fun to try things.

A storm started rolling in. And James apparently got in the car just as it started raining on that side of town.

The lights flickered in the musuem and I was like. Again?? Another scary storm? And it would be.

James would get me and almost as soon as we pulled out of the museum the way opened up. The sky was green like before a tornado and we couldn't see anything. It was terrifying. My heart was racing really bad. The lighting was really big and was hitting things. We were going so slow and with our blinkers on. But we would make it home without an accident.

And of course the storm slowed down and eventually stopped once we got home. Man the stress I feel around storms is wild, I don't remember ever feeling this scared before? Or are the storms just worse now?

I am happy to be home. I have tomorrow off!! And things I want to do. Specifically going to the craft store. And pick new clothes for camp. And just rest.

I hope your day is restful too. And illness free. Poor Jess and her family all have covid but it seems to be hitting her the worst. I hope she gets better very very fast. Send her food thought through the universe. I love you all. Goodnight.

[clunelover]

Work update: just a few more meetings (including touch base with boss, ew) and then I’m going to be on full days of leave starting tomorrow! Psychiatrist said he could say this is necessary. There are still bad things -

- I’ll be out of PTO as of tomorrow bc of all the other days I used that don’t count. So I think that means seven days of unpaid leave until the disability kicks in

- I won’t know for a little while if it’s actually approved to be off full time, had to open a new claim for it

- I’ll definitely have to work over spring break (we booked a trip to Puerto Rico prior to me realizing I needed treatment) and it will be a long time til I have a meaningful amount of PTO built up again.

….but I’m trying to focus on the positive: Not Working.

I think I might look into making some kind of complaint when I come back. I was given incomplete or misleading info which led to me making decisions that unwittingly cost me 5 days of PTO. I’m sure they can grey area themselves out of any actual consequences but I’d like to officially register my dissatisfaction.