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Part 3, Chapter 22

Summary: After the events of S3, Matt Murdock is trying to once again balance life as a lawyer and a vigilante. But he’s been scarred by loss and betrayal - will a mysterious new neighbour help him heal? Or will her secrets drag him back into the darkness? Notes: This is a slow burn romance with an original female character, told in 4 parts. There is mystery, intrigue, action/violence and angst - all the good stuff!

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Sorry for the delay in posting. This is a slightly longer chapter to make up for it. A LOT of very portentous stuff happens...enjoy!

(spoilers for Avengers: Infinity War (but if you haven't seen that film, what have you been doing with your life!?))

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PART 3

Chapter 22

Matt breathed in the scent of gardenias, and could almost feel Father Lantom sitting next to him.

Scent was inextricably linked to memory. Thanks to a quirk of the brain’s anatomy, emotional recollections could be sparked by the most innocuous fragrances. For Matt - whose sense of smell was so heightened and finely-honed - those recollections could be as vivid as flashbacks, transporting him fully and completely back to a specific moment in time.

The creamy, zesty aroma of the flowers planted behind him recreated that moment years ago of meeting Father Lantom on this bench outside Clinton Church. The priest had recognised him that day, both as Jack Murdock’s kid - the orphan he’d known as as a child - and as the man who’d confessed to future crimes a few days before under the sacrament of penance.

As Father Lantom had sat beside him that day, Matt had shifted on the bench, feeling uncomfortable and exposed, as if all his secrets had been laid bare. But he hadn’t sensed judgement in the older man’s voice or words. Just compassion. A need for understanding. An offer of help.

It had been the first step in their relationship. And the first time Matt had felt that maybe his soul wasn’t damned. That maybe he could find forgiveness for the violence and anger in his heart. Or, at the very least, there was someone in this world he could talk to. Someone who’s conscience could guide his own.

He had much less need for that now. He’d reconciled that violent and angry part of himself. He’d found peace with the man he was, and knew his conscience and faith could withstand the crucibles his life as Daredevil created.

But he still missed those conversations with Father Lantom on this bench, outside this church.

He tipped his head back and breathed in the scent. He listened to the rustle of the trees and the shouts of the children playing across the street. And when he heard the sound of a familiar set of footsteps coming towards him, he smiled.

“Hello, Maggie.”

“Hello, Matthew,” his mother replied, sitting down beside him.

They were silent for a couple of minutes, both enjoying the warm, sunny spring day.

“You don’t look like a man in need of spiritual or moral guidance,” Maggie mused. “In fact, you look like a man without a care in the world.”

Matt laughed. “If only.”

He had one very important and pressing ‘care’ - and its name was Landon Cross. His days and nights were consumed by him - trailing him across the city, documenting his every step and his every connection, researching his family, trying to get inside his head…

All with the goal of making him pay for the lives he’d taken and ruined in the pursuit of his revenge.

It wouldn’t be an easy task. Or a quick one. And it wouldn’t leave time for much else in his life for the foreseeable future. Which explained his presence on this bench. “I’m working on something big at the moment, and I won’t be around as much. I just wanted to let you know, in case you…worried.”

He still wasn’t used to the fact that he had a mother who worried about him. But ever since Christmas, he’d been making the effort to build a relationship with her. He usually dropped by the church once every couple of weeks to see her. They’d only chat for a few minutes at a time, but with each encounter, he felt the tension and distance between them lessen. They’d probably never have a typical mother-son relationship, but he was glad to have her in his life.

“Thank you for letting me know,” she replied. “But I do hope this ‘big thing’ you’re working on won’t end with another building collapsing down on top of you.”

“Hopefully not,” he laughed again. He felt good today. Despite the stress of juggling work with investigating Cross; despite the late nights and long days; despite not getting enough time with Calina...

He didn’t know if it was a ‘calm before the storm’ type of thing, or whether he’d just finally learned to appreciate and seek out the brief moments of joy that he needed to balance the darkness in his life. Whatever it was, he felt good.

Content.

Happy, even.

He finally had a name and face behind the pheromone plot, and the start of a plan to take him down. He had his friends. He was making a difference with his firm for the people of Hell’s Kitchen. He had his mother in his life.

And he had Calina.

Most importantly of all, he had Calina. He had a woman he loved and cherished. A woman he would die for, and a woman he wanted to live for. A woman he was building a life with, and planning a future for.

Speaking of which… “When this is all over, I want you to meet Calina.”

He heard Maggie’s breath catch, and knew that she understood the enormity of what he’d just offered. It was a big step in their fledgling, tentative relationship. Matt had mentioned Calina to her often, but had never broached the subject of them meeting before.

But it was time.

“I- I’d like that very much,” Maggie replied, her voice thick with emotion.

“Good.” Matt got to his feet and grasped his cane between both hands. “I’ll see you around, then.” He lingered on the sidewalk for a few seconds, never knowing the appropriate way to end their little chats. A handshake was too formal. A kiss on the cheek was too informal, and calling her ‘Mom’ was a far off milestone that they might never reach.

So he just gave her a little nod and set off back to the office.

And that’s when his quiet, happy little spring day interlude took a turn for the bizarre and terrifying.

It started with a strange mechanical whirring noise in the distance. Matt paused on the sidewalk, and cocked his head, trying to place the sound. It was coming from north of his location, many blocks away, but he couldn’t work out what it was. He’d never heard anything like it.

Frowning, he resumed his walk, subconsciously picking up his pace, as if his primitive hindbrain was warning him of danger. Within minutes, the blaring chorus of multiple sirens rang out from the same direction as the mechanical sound.

Matt froze again. Another pedestrian bumped into him as Matt suddenly came to a halt. “Hey, watch it, man,” the pedestrian said, oblivious to the chaos unfolding just a few miles away.

“Sorry,” Matt mumbled, his attention locked onto that chaos. He moved out of the path of the foot traffic and closed his eyes, straining his hearing to try to work out what was going on.

He heard the faint sounds of people screaming. Of cars screeching as they came to a sudden halt. Then…an explosion. Another. Concrete hitting the ground, and windows shattering…

He started walking again, then quickly sped up into a jog, then took off running, his gut telling him to get to the office NOW. Calina was there, helping with the Cross research, and he needed to get to her. Whatever this was…if the danger spread to Hell’s Kitchen…

He needed to get to her.

He raced to the end of the street and ran across the road, narrowly avoiding an oncoming bus. He turned left and kept running, not giving a damn if people realised he was blind and shouldn’t be able to move so quickly and assuredly. He pulled his phone from his pocket and speed-dialled Calina as he ran, but the call never went through.

“Network error. System overload.”

Matt picked up his pace, the automated message proving to him that something was seriously wrong in New York.

He turned down another street, then reeled to a halt. A line of police cars barricaded the road. The sirens were silent, but he could hear the emergency lights spinning as they lit up the street. Then he heard footsteps thundering down the blocked-off road, and people panting with the exertion of fleeing. The adrenaline spiking their blood saturated his senses.

He grabbed the shoulder of one of the runners as they staggered through the police cordon and collapsed onto the curb. “What is it? What’s going on?”

The man looked up at him, swallowed harshly and shook his head, as if in disbelief. “It’s another fucking invasion.”

“What?”

“There’s a giant fucking spaceship hovering over the Greenwich Village. Everyone south of 43rd street has been evacuated. I was in my fucking dentist’s waiting room when the cops barged in telling us to get the hell out. I ran out on to the street, and I could see the explosions in the distance. And the giant fucking spaceship!”

Matt’s head spun. “You said explosions - are they attacking us?” He didn’t know what to do. His instincts were warring inside him - head into the fray to help…or get to Calina?

It didn’t feel right to run in the opposite direction to the threat…but, realistically, what could he do against spaceships and aliens? He was just one man with a cane.

The runner slumped on the curb shook his head. “Someone said Iron Man was there. I guess the Avengers are taking care of it - again. I didn’t even know they were still a thing. I thought-”

Matt ignored the rest of the man’s rambling, his decision made for him - if the Avengers were on the scene and dealing with it, he’d head for Hell’s Kitchen. He’d make sure Calina was safe, and he’d assess the situation in his own neighbourhood - the streets and avenues that he knew like the back of his hand. He’d be far more effective there.

So he started running again, relieved that he was only a few streets away.

But despite the short distance, it ended up taking him more than 20 minutes to reach the office. Another street was completely cordoned off, and he had to detour through an alleyway…where he discovered a thief trying to take advantage of the confusion and the distracted police by robbing a convenience store. Matt passed by the back entrance to the shop and heard the thief yell at the staff behind the counter to open the cash register. He heard the sound of a gun being cocked and the frightened gasps of the other customers.

Matt growled in frustration. But he wasn’t surprised. He’d been Daredevil long enough to know that there would always be people ready to be the worst versions of themselves, no matter the situation.

He quietly pulled open the back door and snuck into the small staff area behind the store. He found a scarf hanging on a hook with a couple of coats, and wrapped it around his face, grimacing at the smell of cigarette smoke that clung to the fabric.

Then he stalked into the store, straight up one of the food aisles, and right towards the gunman. The armed thief turned at the sound of Matt’s dress shoes on the linoleum tiles, but he wasn’t quick enough to react. Matt disarmed him in two moves, wrestled him to the ground and pinned him there with a knee in the small of his back.

“Holy shit, dude,” one of the customers exclaimed. “That was awesome!”

Matt ignored the praise. “Someone call the cops, and grab me something to tie him with,” he growled, his patience gone.

The other customers sprang into action. He heard phones being dialled, and he was handed a belt and a necktie. He made short work of restraining the would-be thief, rose from his crouch and turned to leave.

“Wait!” a female shopped called out. “I can’t get through to 911.”

“Me neither,” someone else added. “There’s an automated message saying they’re busy dealing with a city-wide emergency. What the hell is going on?”

Matt could feel the panic start to pour off them. Their heartbeats escalated, a stuttering, thrumming chorus of fear. But Matt had no words of comfort - not when he barely knew what was going on, and when his every instinct was screaming at him to get to Calina. “There’s been an attack in Greenwich Village. I think everyone should get off the street and try to get home to their loved ones.”

Matt left them to deal with that news, and continued on his journey, relieved when he started to pick up the familiar sounds and smells of Hell’s Kitchen. A few minutes later he reached the building housing Murdock, Nelson & Page, and raced up the stairs to the office.

“Calina?” he yelled, barging through the glass door. “Foggy? Karen? Is everyone okay?”

“In here,” Foggy replied. "We're okay."

Matt followed the sound of his friend’s voice to the conference room. Foggy and Karen were seated at the large table, a laptop between them blaring a news alert.

But there was no sign of Calina.

“Where’s Calina? She was supposed to be here this morning working the Cross case.”

“She went to the library, remember? She was going to check out those archived newspaper clippings from the 80s.”

Matt scrubbed a hand down his face. “Shit, I forgot. I need to go find her. I need-”

“Wait, just take a breath, Matt,” Karen said, resting a hand on his shoulder. “You look like hell. What happened?”

Matt shook off her concern. “What happened? That’s what happened!” He pointed a finger at the laptop, where he could hear the sounds of explosions and terrified on-lookers coming through the tinny speakers. The cacophony of panic was followed by a news anchor’s report:

“This footage was sent to the studio by a member of the public, who was in the vicinity when the attack began. As you can see, the large wheel-shaped spaceship hovering above Greenwich Village has a very different appearance to the Chitauri vessels which caused so much damage in 2012, but we’re still waiting for the official response from the government about whether these two events are linked…”

“Wait, were you there?” Foggy asked.

“No. Not really. But I heard it happening. And I need to make sure Calina’s safe, and we need to find a place for you guys to hold up until its over-”

“It is over.”

“What?”

“It’s over, man. The spaceship is gone. They’re reporting on some street-level damage and a few fatalities, but this is not like before. Its not another Battle of New York.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.” Foggy closed the laptop, cutting off the sound. “The news is just doing what the news does - endlessly replaying footage and speculating wildly. But it was all over as quickly as it began. Calina is safe. We’re safe. Listen if you don’t believe me.”

Matt nodded. He closed his eyes and allowed the sounds of the neighbourhood to permeate. Then he stretched out his hearing to listen to the blocks and blocks beyond Hell’s Kitchen. He let the sounds invade, unfiltered and overwhelming, until his skull threatened to split apart under the pain of it. But the extended range allowed him to gauge the mood of the City.

It was fearful.

Confused and concerned.

But there was no evidence of acute terror or destruction. No explosions or blasts or gunfire. No mechanical whirring sound from the space ship. In fact, the skies were eerily quiet, as all air traffic was grounded.

Foggy was right. It was over. Matt rubbed his aching head and collapsed into a nearby chair.

“You good, man?” Foggy asked.

“Yeah.” Matt pulled out his phone again and hit re-dial, exhaling in relief when the number connected this time.

“Matt?” Calina answered, her voice high and breathy with worry.

“It’s me.”

“Oh, thank God.”

“I thought you didn’t believe in God,” he replied, barely aware of what he was saying - he was just so relieved to be talking to her.

“Well, aliens are back, so anything feels possible.”

He laughed, but the sound was strained, his body still riding the adrenaline high that had fuelled him for the past half hour. “Are you okay?”

“Yes. Are you?”

“I am now.”

“Is this going to mess with our plans tonight?”

Matt laughed again, more genuinely this time. “Is that what you’re worried about?”

“Well, we haven’t had a proper date in ages, and I was looking forward to trying this restaurant. But do you think they’ll close down for the night?”

“I doubt it, sweetheart. This is New York - its a pretty resilient town.”

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Matt was right.

When they arrived at the restaurant later that evening, it was still open. In fact, it was bustling with people, proving Matt’s point that a little alien attack wasn’t going to stop a bunch of New Yorkers from making their dinner reservations.

But despite the turnout, the mood was still relatively somber, the topic of almost every conversation focussed on the events of that morning, and the subsequent disappearance of Tony Stark. The billionaire Avenger had been declared missing since the departure of the spacecraft, with most speculating that he’d been taken on board.

“Do the Widows have an inside line on that?” Matt asked Calina after letting her in on the prevailing theory in the room.

“What do you mean?”

“There’s a Widow on the Avengers team, isn’t there? Have you heard from her about what’s going on?”

“Natasha? No. She’s not with the Avengers anymore - she’s on the run from the government, so we don’t hear from her much. Which is hard on Yelena.”

“Why just Yelena?”

“Because they’re sisters. Proper sisters. Well, not biologically, but they grew up together.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. As part of a sleeper agent mission. Two parents and two kids posing as a wholesome family in middle America. Yelena and Natasha were the kids. Only Yelena thought it was real - that they were her real family. It fell apart when she was 6, and she was sent to the Red Room to begin training."

“Jesus, that’s fucked up.” And it explained a lot about Yelena, Matt thought. Her bitterness. Her cynicism about love. And her desire to keep her found family - her Widow sisters - safe and together.

“Yeah,” Calina agreed. “But they found each other again after Yelena managed to free herself from the serum. And the two of them together took down the Red Room. Literally.”

Matt heard the smirk in Calina’s voice as she said the last word, and wondered what the joke was. “What am I missing?”

“The Red Room was a high-altitude floating fortress. It hid in the skies above Russia, constantly moving, constantly avoiding detection. Until Yelena and Natasha infiltrated it, gave us all the antidote, and destroyed the turbine engines keeping us in the air. Then the Red Room was nothing more than a hunk of metal falling 30 000 feet to the ground.”

“Wait - while you were still on board?”

“Yeah, but it was fine. We found one of Dreykov’s planes in the hangar, and Anya flew us to safety. Well, eventually.”

“What do you mean?”

“Just as we closed the cargo door, the floor collapsed beneath us. The plane started free-falling in a spin. Anya had to do a mid-flight engine re-start and correct the spin before we crashed into the mountains. We made it with a few hundred feet to spare, but it was a little hairy for a few minutes.”

That seemed like the understatement of the century to Matt. His mind created the picture of a plane spinning and careening through the smoke-filled sky, chunks of debris from the Red Room falling around it, the Widows inside screaming as Anya tried to get it under control.

No. They wouldn’t have been screaming. They would have been stoically silent and composed as they fastened their harnesses.

Just another day in the life of a Black Widow.

With every story that Calina shared of her past, every exploit and perilous mission and near-death experience, Matt became more and more grateful that God, or fate, or whatever power it was, saw fit to keep her alive long enough to meet him.

And kept him alive long enough to meet her.

It felt like such a stroke of divine intervention. For two people to live such dangerous lives, and survive it all and find each other.

And it also made him realise he owed her an apology. For underestimating her yet again. “Today, when the attack was happening, all I could think about was getting to you. And making sure you were safe. But, after everything you’ve told me about your past, and everything I’ve seen you do, I should have trusted in your ability to take care of yourself. I’m sorry.”

He could sense Calina’s confusion at the sudden change of subject. She rested her hand on the top of his, stroking the slightly bruised skin of his knuckles - courtesy of the thief he’d stopped earlier. “You don’t need to apologise for worrying about me. I was worried abut you too - and I definitely know you can take care of yourself.”

“It’s not that. It was more than just worry. I just…I…” Matt struggled to explain. To put in to words the vague sense of unease he’d carried with him all afternoon. “I felt this desperate need to get to you. Like nothing else mattered. Not even…”

“Being Daredevil,” Calina whispered, finishing the thought that he couldn’t voice aloud.

Matt nodded, feeling ashamed. “There was a moment today when I had a choice. To go towards the danger and help…or to get to you. And I chose you.”

“Do you resent me for that?” Calina asked, her voice small and tremulous.

“No!” Matt grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips, pressing a desperate kiss to the back of it. “If things had gone differently today…if something had happened to you and I wasn’t around, it would have destroyed me, Callie. I’d never have forgiven myself. It’s just…it’s made me realise how much things have changed. A year ago, I don’t think I would’ve hesitated. And that decision might have gotten me killed. But I didn’t have as much to live for back then. Now I have you. And you’ve-”

“I’ve made the ‘Man Without Fear’ a little more fearful.”

Matt huffed out a laugh at her turn of phrase, but then nodded. Because she was right - he did have a fear now. A very real fear.

He was terrified of losing Calina. Of not getting the future with her that they both wanted. And that fear made him more cautious. It made him evaluate the risks he took in a different way.

Like the risk of wading into an alien attack, unarmed and outmatched.

“Well I’m glad,” Calina added. “I know that makes me selfish, but I’m glad you chose the safer option - because it would destroy me if something happened to you. You’re amazing at what you do, Matt. As Daredevil, I mean. And you know I’d never want you to stop being the man you are. But you are just a man at the end of the day. You’re not invincible. And I don’t want you to take stupid risks with your life. So absolve yourself now of all the catholic guilt you’re probably going to drown in over the next few weeks as you wrestle with the choice you made today.”

Matt smiled wryly, knowing she was probably right - his decision not to run towards danger would likely haunt him in the coming days as he adjusted to this new mindset. But it had been the right choice for today. The city was safe. Hell’s Kitchen was safe. And the woman sitting across from him was safe.

And he got to enjoy her company, because he was safe and unharmed as well.

They shared more stories of the past as they ate. Calina expanded on the tale of the Widow’s escape from the Red Room, and what their first few days of freedom were like. And Matt relayed his first encounter with aliens, back during the Battle of New York.

“I wasn’t Daredevil back then,” he explained. “I was just as confused and shocked as everyone else when the Chitauri attacked. I didn’t know what to do or where to go. I just followed the evacuation instructions and prayed I’d make it out alive.”

“I can’t imagine you like that.”

“I was only 26”— Matt laughed and shook his head —“Which is no excuse, because its the age you are now. But I was so much more naive and innocent back then. I thought Foggy and I could change the world using the law. That justice would always prevail in the courts. It didn’t take long for me to realise the truth.”

“What truth?”

“That our legal system is corrupt, more often than not. The innocent slip through the cracks, and the guilty get away with their crimes - especially if they’re rich and powerful enough. I saw that working at Landman and Zack - a firm we interned at after graduating law school. There was this one case-” Matt paused, his sentence hanging in midair, as he detected a familiar combination of scents emanating from the entrance to the restaurant:

Italian shoe leather, spiced aftershave and rich vicuna wool.

They were in the upper east side, so that mix of expensive scents could have denoted any wealthy man in a bespoke suit. But Matt knew what his senses were telling him - the particular wealthy man that had just walked in the door was the one he’d been tailing for weeks:

Landon Cross

Calina noticed him go on alert. “What is it?”

“Look towards the door," he answered. "Who do you see?”

The slight catch in Calina’s breathing gave him the answer before she spoke. “It’s Cross. Did you know he’d be here tonight?”

He shook his head. “Just a coincidence.”

Calina sucked in a breath as something else caught her attention.

“What?” Matt asked.

“Cross is not alone. He’s with someone.”

“Someone we know?”

“Someone I know. Salvatore Ranieri.”

Matt frowned as he tried to place the familiar name. Then it came to him. “The money-man who bank-rolled Volkov? The asshole you encountered in Italy?”

He could sense Calina nodding. “Yeah, that’s him."

"What the hell is he doing with Landon Cross?”

"I have no idea," Calina answered. "But it can't be anything good."

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Chapter Seventeen

The first thing I pick up is a packet of triple chocolate chip cookies. Not a brand I recognise, but some locally produced, gourmet alternative to the ones I’m used to. They’re also four euros, but I don’t see the price tag until they’re already in my basket and I’m halfway to the frozen goods aisle. I mutter about it under my breath and head back to look for something more reasonable.

I scan the shelves for something familiar, or at least the shop’s own brand of biscuits but there’s nothing remotely like that. I peer around me at the other shoppers and start wondering about their jobs, and what they could possibly be doing that would allow them to buy such frivolous things as four euro biscuits, or, even more flagrantly, the twelve euro per kilo authentic Italian tomatoes I spotted by the door when I came in. Surely they can’t be that much better than the forty cent ones in Tesco, I think. Who spends that kind of money on something so temporary that it will have rotted away in a week?

I’m frowning at the biscuits when a pair of tanned arms snake around my waist, and my cheek is punctuated with kisses. My hands fly to Jude’s wrists in surprise and I whirl around to find myself pressed up against his chest. “Oh, God, you gave me a fright.”

“Sorry.” He says. “I called your name but you seemed a bit fixated on the gourmet cookies.”

“Oh, yeah. These bloody biscuits.”

He slants his mouth over mine and kisses me so slow and deep that I almost forget that we’re in a supermarket, so I pull back before I forget my name too. “They’re so expensive,” I complain, as he kisses the corners of my mouth, my cheeks, my jaw. “What if I don’t want gourmet chocolate chip cookies? What if I just want normal ones?”

“Yeah, they’re so expensive.” He echoes, with eyes that slip all over my face as though I’ve just been saying sexy things, rather than just giving out about the contents of the shelves in the confectionery aisle. “I did say that you could just wait outside for me while I parked though, I didn’t think you’d be inside trying to buy things. This is a bit of a luxury supermarket.” He pauses and looks me over at arm’s length. “I also didn’t expect to find you covered in paint.”

“Ugh.” I say when I notice the swipe of cadmium yellow across the side of my thigh. “I didn’t even see this. Typical Mezzotint. And I liked these jeans too.”

“Acrylic?” He grimaces, and I nod. “It’s my fault. It’s from that music festival sign I’ve been working on. It’s just been lying out on workbenches, exactly at this height. God.” I swipe at the paint as though I can shift it, but it’s clearly been dried there for hours and is a permanent part of the fabric.

He lifts my arm to reveal another smear of blue acrylic from elbow to wrist. “At least this will wash off.”

“I’m a mess.” I announce. “I’m a mess and the prices in this shop are making me angry.”

“You don’t need to buy anything here, though.” He says. “I have everything sorted for dinner already.”

“Yeah but I was thinking of Jen. I don’t want to turn up empty handed.”

He pulls a packet of some sort of white chocolate and mint shortcake from the shelf and wrinkles his nose. “Well, no worries because Jen won’t eat any of this anyway. We can stop somewhere on the way and get her something better.” He tosses it back into the wrong place and takes my hand to lead me back out towards Smithfield square. “Anyway, let’s get going. If I’m parked for longer than fifteen minutes they’ll make me pay six euro at the barrier.”

“Extortionate.” I comment.

“Well, I think the boom is back, baby.”

I push through the hospital doors with my shoulder, as my hands are full of McFlurries. It was supposed to be one, for Jen, and then I explained to Jude, who was annoyed about me potentially ruining my appetite for dinner, that I can’t possibly exit the McDonalds drive-thru without a crunchie McFlurry. Then, because he suddenly felt left out, we ordered a third one for him.

He hurries forward to hold the door open for me when he sees me struggle with it, but it’s really so that he can get close enough to reach over me to yank one of the chunky plastic spoons and shove a glob of ice cream into his mouth. “So good.” He groans, as though it’s the first bite, as though he hasn’t been making me feed him spoonfuls behind the wheel the whole way over here. I laugh at the blissed out look on his face.

He’s good at being serious with the nurse when he asks if we can see Jen, but as soon as we’re in the hallway, alone again, he reverts to his rascal self. We almost double over laughing when the hand sanitizer station squirts out at least ten times the normal amount as it should, and gets all the way over the cuff of his jacket, and he looks really young when he laughs so hard. I realise that he used to look like this all of the time, but these last few months a smile from him has felt like a rare and precious thing. I sort of wish that I could record these kinds of moments with him and play them back whenever I forget what it’s like to be truly, deliriously happy.

We’re still giggling when we push through to Jen’s ward, and when she peers around the curtain to see what all the racket is, she smiles too. It’s the first time I’ve seen her in four months.

“Oh, Jen.” I say, and I hurry to her to give her a gentle hug on the side of her that isn’t wrapped up in gauze and bandages. “How are you?”

She looks okay, apart from all of the bandages, from elbow to wrist and from hip to ankle along her right side, right where the car door caved in on her. She has scratches on her cheek and across her nose too, scrapes from flying debris, maybe. I shudder at the thought of the violence of the accident, imagining myself there witnessing it.

“Oh God, I’m so bored.” She says with a big, dramatic eye roll, as though the whole fact of her being here, in this narrow little hospital bed is all a bit of an unnecessary fuss, some over-cautious and silly thing that she’s been forced into. There are pink flowers at her bedside, cards and books and magazines and a tray of half eaten food that nobody has been around to clean up yet.

“Jenny.” Jude says, and he ruffles her dark hair and tweaks her nose, because he’s also pretending that it’s not a big deal that she’s here, because she’s strong and capable, and she’d stroll out of here right now if it wasn’t for the watchful eyes of the nurses. “Evie got you a McFlurry.”

“I did.” I say, only realising once I hold it out for her that she may need both hands to eat it. “Oh, shit, sorry.”

“Here.” Jude says, and I hand it to him. He shoots her a cheeky grin. “Do you want me to feed it to you?”

“Yeah.” She says. “Like I’m some useless auld one. Go on.” I watch with a smile as he carefully feeds her a spoonful, thinking it’d be just like him to scoop out an enormous hunk of it and try to force it into her mouth as a joke, but he doesn’t do that at all. He’s almost impossibly tender about the whole thing. “Will you do this for me when I’m actually old?” She asks him between spoonfuls.

“Old people can usually feed themselves.” He reminds her to which she laughs. “Yeah but I’ve decided I’m going to be a really lazy old person and I’m not going to be bothered to use my hands.”

“Oh well then, yeah. That’s a good reason. Being too lazy to lift a spoon is fair enough. I’ll come to your house every day on my zimmer frame and I’ll feed you.”

“It’s the least you could do.”

I suddenly feel a bit out of place, so I perch myself into the little seat in the corner so as to not interrupt their friendly banter with my presence.

“Evie.” Jen says as soon as she realises that I’ve shrunk away. “C’mere. How are you? What’s going on with you?”

“Oh, well nothing really.” I say. “Same old stuff as always.”

“Not true.” says Jude. “She’s killing it at the internship. Every card she designs sells out in days, and her window art and murals are becoming well known enough that some music festival organisers have asked her to paint their event map for them.”

“Oh wow, Evie, good for you!”

“Thanks.” Jude looks very proud and I feel very shy, and when, without thinking about it I tuck my hair behind my ears, Jen’s eyes immediately find the fading reddish, purplish smudge on my neck. Her eyes widen with delight and she looks at Jude as I hide it again, all too late. “Is that all that’s been happening?” She says to him, and his eyebrows shoot up his forehead. He apologised profusely for it the morning that we left the beach house, insisting that he really doesn’t usually give hickeys, it was an accident, and now he looks just as embarrassed as he did when he rolled over and saw it for the first time. Jen bites her lip like she’s holding in the biggest giggle. “Wow, is it just me or has it suddenly gotten boiling hot in here.” She fans herself theatrically. “Maybe someone should crack that window.”

Jude shakes his head at her, and he doesn’t speak, but the faces they pull at each other communicate everything. Was that you? She says with her eyes.

Maybe.

When was this?

I’m not telling you.

Oh, come on.

Mind your own business. “What has the doctor said?” He says aloud, and puts her spoon in his mouth.

“Unhygienic.” Jen comments, snatching it from him. “I could have caught some rotten disease in here. I heard that norovirus is going around this floor.”

“Well, you have it, I have it I guess.”

“We I suppose we all have it then.”

I try to disguise my blush by diving for Jude’s half eaten ice cream inside the cardboard container on the floor and shoving it into his hands. He perches on the edge of Jen’s bed and lays into it, leaving hers on the sheets so she can swirl her good finger around in the rapidly melting contents at the bottom. “Come on.” He presses. “Tell me what the doctors have said.”

She groans. “Okay. They’ve said I need to do physical therapy, because the muscles in my leg will have withered away from disuse. I’ll have to learn how to walk on it again, especially with the break being so close to the hip. It’s all grim, bla bla bla. I’m fucked, basically.”

“You aren’t. You’ll manage.”

“What about your hand?” I chime in. “Did they say they can fix it?”

She sighs. “My bloody right hand. No. I don’t think they can, it’s just the movement of my thumb seems to be a bit… gone. When that shrapnel sliced through my arm, it cut one of the tendons that connects-”

“God, stop!” Jude’s body is one giant spasm of horror. “Please, I love you, and I sympathise, but I can’t hear about your horrible, wet spaghetti tendons again.”

Jen shrugs at me. “Long story short, chick, I’ll have to become left handed.”

“That’s awful.” I say, but she doesn’t really seem to think it’s as dire as I do. “It’s fine. At least I’m not an artist like you, I’m just a politics student. I’ll get over it. The other four fingers work fine.”

“Did they say how much longer you’ll be holed up in here?” Jude wants to know, and she nods. “Another week, maybe? They want to free up the bed, basically, and now that they’ve, like, put all these bolts and plates into me, I’m really just taking up space. I reckon they’ll want me to heal from home as soon as I can, and then they can send me for physical therapy when I’m ready.” She pauses, and then drawls sarcastically. “Can’t wait for that.”

“I’ll be good to be back at Michelle’s though. Rahim will know the right way to care for you.”

“Well, yes, and I’ve been out of my mind bored here. Plus,” She gestures to the curtain that separated her bed from her neighbours. “That man behind there is my nightmare. He eats like an animal and does these rotten wet belches every waking moment. It makes me feel sick. This place is cursed, and I’m bored, I just want to leave.”

Jude looks intently at his ice cream and a little frown appears between his eyebrows. “Any new visitors since the weekend?”

“Michelle, Simon, Shane and Claire, Rahim and Debra, a few of my college friends…”

“That’s all?”

A short, loaded pause. “That’s all.”

“Okay. Do you think she’ll come?”

I watch as Jen’s eyes moisten and words jam in her throat, and she tries her very best to speak evenly around her tears. “No.” She manages, voice a thin wobble. “I doubt it.” I instinctively reach for her hand, even though it’s sticky with ice cream and I squeeze it in mine. She sniffs. “But it’s whatever. Nobody has to come in if they don’t want to.”

“Jen…”

“No, it’s fine.” She pulls her hand away to mop the lone tear that’s spilled over her cheek. “It’s fine, I don’t care. It’s stupid to cry, I think I’m just overwhelmed, or whatever.”

“Good.” Jude says coldly. “You shouldn’t care. Fuck her. You’re better off.”

“Yes. I’m better off now.” She speaks like she’s reading lines, and quickly gathers herself to paste on a bright smile. “Anyway, whatever. Evie, do you want to see the picture I took of the XRay? I’m completely shattered from hip to knee.”

“Yeah, alright.” I say, and she pats the bed so that I can perch in next to her, and Jude looks from the other side, and we both recoil in horror at the sight of the bolts and the plates and the rods, everything that doesn’t belong inside the human body but is inside her now, holding her shattered bones together.

We look through more photos of her injuries until Jude goes a bit grey, and after that we sit around chatting and poking at the liquid ends of our ice creams until visiting hours are over, and my stomach growls for food.

“I promised Evie dinner.” Jude says to her as we get up to go, and she looks impressed. “Wow, lucky her. I wish you were cooking me something too so I wouldn’t have to eat mashed potatoes and miscellaneous boiled meat.”

“Soon you’ll be back in the Tengu’s house, in Malaysian food heaven.” He reminds her. “Shut your eyes and imagine you’re there.”

“I’ll see you soon?” She reaches for him like she suddenly can’t bear for him to leave, and for that single moment she looks heartbreakingly vulnerable and so very tiny in her bed.

“Tomorrow, and every day after that.” He promises.

“Except for the days that you’re off doing someone-” She smirks. “I mean something else.”

“Yes, Jenny.” He rolls his eyes.

“Bye, Evie. Thanks so much for coming.”

“See you, Jen. Get better soon.”

“Yeah, I’ll do my best.” And she blows us both a kiss.

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#lucky girl part 3 #tw: injury #tw: accident #tw: abusive relationship

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Summary: ‘Kano, I swear to the Valar, that better not be my lipstick!’

Maglor heard the commotion of the guards admitting two of the stray residents of the keep back inside. He heard one of the twins laughably try to maintain some level of silence in creeping back to their rooms down the hall. It’s not like he was going to be angry at them. Quite surprisingly, they’d actually obeyed his instructions for once from what he knew. He’d given them permission to spend the evening at the neighbouring village, as long as they were accompanied by his guards and returned with the same guards at a reasonable time.

They would be surrounded both by Elvish and Edain warriors the whole time and the twins were nowhere near defenceless anyway. He understood they were young and needed to spend some time with people of a similar age and it was good for them to get to know the Edain as well. They were half mortal after all. He was still shocked they’d agreed to the escort, though he supposed they recognised a fair deal when they saw one. In fact he’d probably been absolutely played. Nelyo taught them too well.

He was disturbed by a muffled disturbance of something clattering in the room above him. He tried not to panic as he dashed up to Elrond’s room. ‘Are you ok, little one?’ there was further clattering inside, ‘yes absolutely fine Ada,’ his voice was strained and his words made even less plausible by the sound of something breaking. ‘I’m coming in. I will knock the door down if needs be.’ There was a deep sigh from inside that could only come from a teenager and then the sound of the door unlocking.

He was greeted by a scene that was much less worrying than he’d been expecting. Elrond appeared to be struggling with the unlacing of a gown that had probably been borrowed from an elleth, probably one of his guards. ‘Do you want a hand,’ Maglor decided to open with. ‘I thought we banned that phrase after too many terrible puns from you and Atya.’ He relented, however and let Maglor undo the lacing before turning around to let Elrond get into his nightshirt.

‘Do you want to talk about it? We don’t have to,’ Maglor said casually sitting cross legged on the bed facing his child. Elrond hugged his knees to his chest refusing to meet Maglor’s eyes ‘They didn’t notice. The mortals I mean. They couldn’t tell I wasn’t-,’ he broke off here as if not sure how to continue. ‘They thought I was an elleth. Or a half elleth I guess. I asked Meliniel to borrow one beforehand and none of the others would have noticed, I wore a cloak while riding and it was dark. I stayed separate from Elros so they wouldn’t have had a point of reference. It doesn’t really mean anything elvish gender is meant to be difficult for non elves to guess at. It was just a bit of fun.’

‘It’s perfectly fine if it was. But I’m not entirely certain that’s all, is it? You can talk to me.’ Elrond looked up and when he finally worked up the courage to speak it was barely a whisper, ‘I liked it. Being seen as female. I think I feel more like an elleth than an ellyn sometimes.’ Maglor nodded smiling reassuringly at his child and squeezing his shoulder. ‘Well alright then. We do not have as many spare clothes lying around as we had in earlier days but I can scrape some garments together so you have options. And oh- wait here a moment,’ Maglor cut off as a thought occurred to him and he dashed off into his chambers.

He returned a few minutes later carrying a box containing several kinds of make up. ‘Who did you steal these from?’ Elrond inquired. ‘They’re mine don’t worry. I haven’t had much use for them in a while so you can take whatever you’d like. I can show you how to use them if you want,’ Elrond looked slightly surprised but tried to mask it.

‘Well technically at least half of them are mine,’ came a voice from the door frame. ‘How the fuck do you still remember that? That must have been in Valinor,’ Maglor exclaimed but not too seriously as Nelyo interacting so casually was always a good sign. Ribbing him like this made it feel almost like old times. ‘I remember everything any of you every stole from me. I don’t lose things. Especially not’ and he demonstrated by picking out a stick of reddish purple lipstick, ‘the only purple lipstick that didn’t make me look washed out.’ This was definitely a good day. Maedhros must be in a great mood to so obviously invite memories of Valinor, in front of someone else no less!

‘Please, you’ve never looked washed out in your life.’ Maglor scoffed. ‘It’s one of the many trials of being a red head,’ Maedhros replied solemnly. ‘Your name literally translates to the good looking one,’ and Maedhros sat next to Elrond on the bed. ‘I can teach you how to put it on darling. Ignore Maglor, if his make up skills are anything like they used to be you’d be better off asking Huan for help,’ he said the last bit with a pointed glance at Kano though he didn’t really mind. The offer of his time for something as personal as that, casually though it was spoken, meant a lot for how Nelyo viewed the twins

*in Valinor, the years of the trees*

‘Ok Kano there’s a lot of things we need to deal with here,’ Maitimo said as he hauled Kano up off the ground. ‘Firstly, yes I will cover for you to amme and atya. You went riding and there was no alcohol or nudity involved. Most importantly however, that better not be my lipstick or I swear to the Valar. . .’ Maitimo broke off while wrapping his arm over Kano’s shoulders and beginning to walk back home.

‘I thought it was Amme’s’ Kano slurred. ‘Was it in my possessions? Then it was mine. It’s my favourite shade to,’ Nelyo sighed. ‘Your favourite shade or Finno’s? I noticed a lot of that particular shade on our dear cousin’s collar at the last family gathering,’ this was met by Nelyo’s patented do not mess with me glare.

‘Sorry about your lipstick,’ Kano sighed. ‘I can get you your own so you don’t have to steal mine. I should also teach you how to apply it, because honestly Kano, what even is that.’

#This is definitely a longer than I planned but I really like it #Silmarillion #tolkien #kidnap fam #elrond peredhel #elrond and Maglor #Maglor and maedhros #Elrond and Maedhros #maedhros #Maglor #russingon #genderqueer #gender exploration

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darklydeliciousdesires · 2 years

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Edge of Seventeen - Chapter Nine.

Thank you for all your lovely feedback, besties! Try not to hate me too much for all the turmoil and angst you’re about to read! :(

Previous chapters - One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight

Tag list - In the comments

Words - 3,396

Warnings - 18+ content throughout, minors DNI!

(Note - Bella’s lyrics are not mine, but taken from the Juliet Simms song End of the World)

Lying beside a sleeping Bella, holding her close as he stroked her nakedness, Angel felt wretched inside. Wretched because of what he’d done, knowingly having sex with an underage girl, and wretched because he had to leave her. He was angry at himself for listening to the pleading of his poor, lovelorn heart and not the common sense he should have, but he hadn’t been able to help himself.

She was the love of his life.

This did not make it right, though.

He allowed himself a few minutes, stroking her hair, drinking her in, kissing her forehead one final time before he slowly and carefully detangled himself from her, dressing quickly and quietly as she slept on. He looked at her one final time, his eyes flitting to the top of her dresser, seeing her current notebook placed atop it, a pen tucked into the spiral spine. He took it with him when he left, letting himself out and going to the kitchen, opening it up. There, on the last page she’d begun, with tear-stained ink, he read her emotions, poured out onto paper in song form, or at least, the beginnings of such...

We flew too close to the sun so close I thought it was heaven If hell is a life without love am I being punished for what I've done?

The skies on fire, All the stars disappear, no signs of life, without you here

Tears will fall Oceans will rise, The earth will stop turning

Since you left, every breath feels like it's burning I know that life will go on I will survive, but for tonight I'd swear on my life that this is the end of the world

He couldn’t stop the tears that fell as he read it, swallowing hard, steeling himself as he wiped his eyes. Her words were heartbreaking, even more so for the fact that her devastation exactly matched his. It tore him up, reading it. Turning to a fresh page, he pulled the pen out, thoughtful for a few moments.

He wrote his last words to her, right from the heart, leaving it there on the counter and exiting the house, dropping the lock on his way so he’d know the house was locked up and she would sleep safely, heading back to his bike and hitting the road.

It hurt even more to leave that time, knowing it was the very last.

Bella awoke two hours later, sitting up with a start when she realised the space beside her was empty. “Angel?” she called out, gasping a little sob when she saw his clothes gone. Getting out of bed, she pulled her dress and cardigan back on, padding through to the kitchen, tears slipping from her eyes. He’d left. It was really, really over. A tiny little part of her had thought that them having sex again might’ve been him returning, not able to part ways with her, but most of her had recognised the truth. It was them saying goodbye to it, to them, to what they shared, but couldn’t continue.

Walking into the kitchen, she poured away her now cold tea, turning the hob on below the copper kettle to make a fresh mug, looking to her left to see one of her notebooks open upon the island, her fingers reaching for it as she walked over.

Bella,

What we just did shouldn’t have happened, but that’s on me this time, not you. I have no idea how the hell I say goodbye to someone who I love as much as I do you, and if you want the truth, it’s tearing me apart. I’m still mad at you for what you did, but the sadness of losing you eclipses that. We’ll get over one another, though. We have to, because we weren’t meant to be.

I think on some level, I’ll always love you, for what it’s worth. You need to find someone closer to your own age, though, and for god’s sakes, don’t do to him what you did to me. Going through this is the hardest thing I’ve faced since my mom died. No one should have to love you as much as I do, only to have to lose you.

Wherever your life leads you, I hope you’ll be happy. I really do. I wish more than anything that things were different, but they aren’t. And they can’t be. Maybe one day I’ll be able to think of you and smile, but that day is a long, long way into the future. Until then, it’ll be hard, living without you, but that’s the way it has to be. I know one thing for sure, though. I’ll never forget you.

Angel x

Her fingers trawled over the page, her tears falling, Bella wailing in grief all over again as she rested her head down on the smooth wood of the island and cried her heart out. She knew there’d be plenty more tears to cry yet, that getting over him would take a long time, and not a single clue how she would begin. Her heart ached for him, the fact she could still smell him on her skin torture, wishing for nothing more than him to come back.

He wouldn’t, though. She knew that falter was singular. He wouldn’t let himself do so again. She knew that because despite what he often thought of himself, he was a good guy, and not one who would knowingly continue a relationship with her, knowing she was underage.

Why couldn’t she have been born two years earlier?

Why had she lied in the first place? Because since the first moment she saw him, she knew, she just knew. There was her person. Angel might have written them off for good, but Bella couldn’t quite reconcile that it was over forever. Some little part of her held hope that one day, in the future, after she’d turned eighteen, they would find a way back to one another.

“Or you’re doing that wishful thinking thing you always do again,” she sighed, pouring her tea. “He doesn’t trust you, you broke that for him. You need to get it through your head, that he isn’t coming back. Not now, not ever.”

Her tears stung her eyes, turning off the gas and picking up her tea and notebook, reading his final words to her again before turning the page back, continuing to detail her feelings to the song lyrics she’d penned the previous night, while rolling in the depths of despair. It was a place she expected to be stuck in for a long, long time yet.

By the end of the week, she could at least go for most of the day without crying, only indulging those moments when she woke up or went to bed, torturing herself by looking at pictures of Angel she’d taken over the course of their relationship, or them together, when they were so sublimely happy, when everything was wonderful. She was okay, as long as no one mentioned his name.

“B, I’ve been thinking about buying an old motorcycle now I’ve passed my test,” Ian began as they sat and looked over music on Friday night at band practice. “Would Angel mind coming with me, so I don’t get ripped off? He’ll probably know what’s best to begin with, too.”

Her heart turned over, her stomach, too. “Angel and I aren’t together any longer, and that’s the last time I ever want him mentioned to me.”

Ian was a little startled. “Woah. Okay, dude. Shit, sorry it didn’t work out.” She nodded, glad he wasn’t about to ask any further questions. Guys were simple like that. Girls, though, specifically the ones at the salon the morning after, were a different matter entirely.

“Hmmm, did you leave that sexy piece of Mexico of yours in bed this morning, little lady?” Ruby asked as she entered the salon, head weaving around as she scanned the street for Angel, who nearly always ran her to work on a Saturday morning.

“No,” she replied in a small voice, dropping her head. “We broke up.”

“What?” Ruby yelled. “Baby, what happened? Oh, honey child!” Rushing to her as she began to cry, she was pulled into a big hug, a nearby Gloria sweeping over quickly, too.

“I don’t get it, mami? You two were so happy!” she said softly, Ruby reluctantly having to leave the loving huddle when her client walked in, Gloria steering her to the back of the shop, into the privacy of the staff room. “Here, sit down, let me make you some coffee.”

“We were happy, we really were, but I ruined it by not being truthful,” she began, Gloria preparing the coffees before moving to sit in front of her, taking her hands in hers. “I lied to him about my age, told him I was older than I am.”

Gloria nodded, cocking her head with a little frown. “Well, how could that be bad? I mean, I don’t think you’ve ever told me how old you actually are, but I always thought about nineteen?”

Bella shook her head. “I told him I was eighteen, but I’m not. I’m sixteen.”

A gasp slipped from Gloria’s perfectly painted mouth. “Oh, Bella. Oh no, darling.”

“I know, I know it was my fault, to deceive him like that, the trouble I could have gotten him into,” she tremored, beginning to cry again. “And that’s what kills me the most, how much I hurt him.”

Gloria nodded, stroking her hands. “Well, at least you do acknowledge how wrong you were, because you were, for the exact reason you just stated, the trouble he could have gotten into. Jesus.” She paused, shaking her head. She’d only briefly met Angel when he was picking Bella up one evening, but he seemed like a really great guy, one who definitely didn’t deserve the fate he could have been handed at sleeping with an underage girl. No matter how much it had hurt Bella, she certainly thought even more of him for immediately calling time on it when he’d discovered her true age.

“I suppose you were too afraid of telling him, weren’t you? Knowing it’d mean you’d lose him. I know it hurts so much, my love, but think of it this way; if he’d have been prepared to stay with you, then he wouldn’t have been the kind of man you’d have wanted to be around, not at all. I get it, though, that no matter the cause, you’re heartbroken to lose him.”

Bella was pulled into a comforting cuddle, crying against Gloria’s immaculate mane of beautifully scented hair, her hand rubbing her back as she soothed her young friend, knowing that this would be a lesson she needed to learn about truthfulness, albeit a very painful one, losing the man who was likely her first real love.

“I am. I’m completely heartbroken,” Bella confirmed, composing herself, taking some tissues from the box on the table and drying her eyes, glad she was still in the ‘I’m too stricken to care about wearing makeup’ stage of her breakup, else half of it would have been running down her face at that precise moment. “I was terrified to lose him. He’s the love of my life, and I still don’t really know how to go on without him. I wanted it all with him, marriage, babies, everything. I know at sixteen that sounds ridiculous, but some people do find that when they’re young.”

Gloria nodded. “Your parents?”

“Yes. A little different, though, with them both being fifteen when they began dating. I wish I was born earlier, so my age wasn’t a problem. I still feel like we’re meant to be together, Gloria. I mean, not now, I know not now. But in the future.” Gloria smiled thinly as she dried her eyes, tucking her hair behind her ear affectionately.

“You can’t hang onto that though, mami. As much as I know you want to think that there’ll be a point in time where Angel will return to you, and all of this hurt will heal, you have to realise that he probably won’t, and healing yourself, by yourself, is the path you have to take.” For all of her sweet, motherliness, Gloria was very much a realist. It was likely the same advice she would tell her own two daughters when they began dating, and Bella appreciated her for it hugely. What she needed most, though, was the perspective of her own mother, who she was glad to see return the following afternoon.

Deb noticed how withdrawn her daughter was as they ate takeout sushi for dinner, all curled up on the sofa watching a Julia Roberts movie marathon, their favourite of Pretty Woman playing currently. Bella hadn’t wanted to pour it all out to her as soon as she’d arrived tired from her flight and with laundry to get done before she settled, and it weighed on her.

“Belly boo, what’s wrong? I mean, I know you say little with a gob full of sashimi, but even for you and the large tray of sushi before you, you’re quiet,” she noted, sipping her wine, chuckling at the scene on the television, of Vivienne in the large bathtub in Edward’s hotel suite, singing very out of tune to a Prince song.

Bella swallowed her mouthful of soy sauce laden California roll, clearing her throat. “Can we finish eating and I’ll tell you then?”

“Yeah, of course, sweetie.” It was noted that Bella only ate a couple more pieces, her appetite definitely dented by whatever it was she had to reveal.

“So,” Bella began, taking a deep breath, her face crumpling. “I’m going to try not to cry, but I probably won’t manage it.” Deb’s eyes widened with concern, her daughter revealing everything to her. Absolutely everything, from the lie she’d told Angel, to the ones she’d told her too about him being her age, Deb absolutely gobsmacked by it all. Her first reaction was to be angry with her for lying, but she realised why she had. She was a sixteen-year-old girl, who’d gotten herself into a real mess, trying to negotiate a very real relationship with an adult man, one who she actually thought well of, for the fact that he’d broken it off with her as soon as he’d found out she was only sixteen.

She’d have beaten him with her own shoes, should he have hung around after discovering such.

“Christ, Bella. Oh my bloody god. You got yourself into a real mess, didn’t you? Sweetheart.” Pulling her close, Deb cradled her head, stroking her hair, laying loving kisses to her forehead. “You know, whereas what you did is perfectly legal back at home, I think California have the right idea. Kids do a hell of a lot of maturing between sixteen and eighteen, and I don’t think you’re emotionally mature enough to have gotten into what you did with Angel. I really don’t, lovely. The fact you lied to both him and me goes to show that. And if I’m being completely honest, even if you were eighteen, I’d still say an age gap like that is too much. Twenty years, Bella, crikey! That’s just too big.”

“It’s moot now, now he’s gone,” she mumbled, the comforting smell of her mum’s Anais Anais perfume flooding her nose, moving down to rest her head in her lap, Deb still stroking her hair lovingly. “But I understand what you’re saying, and I think you might be right. We were so good together though, mum, and I’m going to miss him so much.”

“I know, darling. I know. First love and all that. What you need to realise, though, is that a big part of it just wasn’t real, because it was built on a lie.” It was a truth that smacked Bella in the heart quite hard, her thoughts going to Angel. “You’ll get over him though, eventually. Just give yourself lots of time, and you’ll see. Day by day, it’ll get a little easier. I promise.”

While she lay there and navigated her feelings with her mum, making healthy coping choices in dealing with her breakup, accepting her blame and knowing how she had to learn from it all, the same couldn’t be said for Angel.

He was so drunk, his vision blurred, lying on his back in bed, unable to remember the name of the girl bouncing on top of him, closing his eyes, only able to see one face in his mind. Her. His bed still carried the lingering scent of apple shampoo, his mind torturing him, flashing up images of her being in the same position as the girl riding him thoroughly, so thoroughly he should have been enjoying it, but nothing connected, nothing made sense, and nothing mattered. Not without her.

The girl was meant to be a distraction, from everything he felt inside, but there, inside of her, he knew there was no distracting and no escaping from it. He also hadn’t wanted to be alone, slowly suffocating as his loneliness buried him, so hence why he’d taken her home.

Jasmine. That was her name.

It didn’t matter.

The loud music of the Slipknot album she’d requested he put on quietened, the song Vermillion Part 2 filtering from the large speakers in his bedroom, the lyrics to the second verse hitting him in the chest, resounding, Angel closing his eyes, seeing his beloved Bella there in his mind’s eye, smiling at him.

She is everything to me The unrequited dream A song that no one sings The unattainable She's a myth that I have to believe in All I need to make it real is one more reason I don't know what to do I don't know what to do When she makes me sad

“Angel? Are you even enjoying this, or am I wasting my time?” Jasmine asked, grinding to a halt atop him.

He grasped her waist, pulling her off him. “No. You’re wasting your time.” Swinging his legs off the bed, he threw her clothes behind him before getting up, staggering. “Get out.”

“But I...”

“Leave, now! Call a damned Uber and get the fuck out of my house!” Anything else she might have followed with, he didn’t hear, absconding himself to the bathroom, turning the shower on and standing under the freezing cold jet, the immediate hit of icy water sobering. Not sobering enough, though.

The last woman he was inside of wasn’t his darling.

But then, she wasn’t a woman. She was a kid, and it was messing him up, that he was still so in love with her, and he knew it was wrong to be. If only he could forget her, just forget, pretend she wasn’t real, but no. She was burrowed so deeply in his heart, it was killing him, that he couldn’t reach in and cut her out of it.

No end of a relationship had ever hit him so hard before.

Turning the shower off, he felt marginally better, getting out and wrapping himself in a towel, hearing his front door slam shut, Jasmine leaving. That was better, being alone. He knew he couldn’t distract himself from it, couldn’t cheat the process of grieving for Bella, even if it was driving him mad. He closed his eyes and saw her again, saw her at the moment he should have walked away, heard her words, wiping steam from the mirror to stare at his reflection.

“I love you, Angel. I love you endlessly, without pause for thought or breath, with every word of every song I sing, every chord I strum, until the last beat of my heart.”

Balling his fist, he punched it, the glass shattering loudly, his rings taking most of the brunt, two of his knuckles lacerating, spilling blood, Angel closing his eyes tightly, tears prickling as he leaned back against the wall and slid to the floor, sitting there alone, in emotional agony, with no clue how the hell to heal himself. Without her, he couldn’t breathe.

He ended up stretched out on the tiles, his head spinning, his hand bleeding onto his chest, blood dripping across her name as his thumb stroked the tattoo right there above his broken heart.

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lucy90712 · 1 year

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Pedro Acosta: When did things change

It's Saturday night which means me and my friends are going out. Since it was my birthday in the week all of us are finally of age so the whole friend group is going out together for the first time. I have been looking forward to this day for a while as I alway see my friends going out and having fun while I'm left at home but now I can finally join them. Seeing as it will be my first time joining them all I wanted to look good so I went out with a few of my girl friends to pick out an outfit earlier which I've just put on after getting out the shower. The outfit was a dress which wasn't too over the top but it hugged my body in all the right places and I felt amazing in it which is what I wanted. Of course I had to do my hair and makeup all nice as well which took a very long time but by the end I have to say I looked good. I don't have the highest self esteem so for me to actually feel good must mean I actually look good or at least I hope that's what it means.

Once I was fully ready to go I text my friends as we were supposed to all go together in a taxi so that we could all drink but none of them were replying. I left it a few more minutes before just deciding to give up and just get a taxi by myself. I know it's the smartest idea but I didn't really have another option unless I wanted to wait who knows how long for my friends to reply. While in the taxi I kept texting my friends but they never replied and hadn't even read the messages which I'm hoping means they are already at the club because I don't really want to be there all alone.

When I got inside the club I looked around to see if I recognised any of my friends which was not easy with the amount of people but eventually I saw the one person I didn't want to see Pedro. Pedro and I have never got along we first met when we were younger when he used to race against my brother and while he was always nice to everyone else he was always mean to me. That didn't change as we grew up in fact we started to hate each other more as he didn't stop with the annoying comments and I got tried of just taking it so I started giving him the same energy right back. Even when Pedro and some of his friends became part of my friend group things didn't change we just continued to ignore each other no matter how many times our friends tried to get us to like each other. On a few occasions they have tried tricking us into spending time together alone to work out our differences but it has never worked if we fall for it in the first place.

As much as I didn't want to spend any time with Pedro I assumed that some of the others would be around somewhere or would come over when they got here so I fought my way through the crowd of people until I was stood next to Pedro. Instead of saying hi like any normal person would do he just rolled his eyes at my presence but I just smiled back as I want to have a good time and it's not worth ruining my night by fighting with him. We stood next to each other on our phones not talking for a good 10 minutes before we both looked up at the same time realising that our friends weren't coming. For once instead of being mad at Pedro I was more angry at our friends as this was supposed to be a fun night out for all of us but instead they used it as an opportunity to try and fix my relationship with Pedro which definitely isn't going to happen when I'm already angry.

"They've set us up again haven't they" Pedro said

"Yep I can't believe they chose tonight of all times to do this" I said

"Believe me when they finally answer they won't be doing this again" he said clearly just as mad as me

"Great well I'm off to the bar you aren't going to ruin my night" I said walking away

The situation wasn't going to ruin my night so I went to the bar and had a few drinks but not too much as I still need to have my wits about me as clearly I might as well be here in my own. After a few drinks I was feeling much happier and decided to head to the dance floor to enjoy myself as that's what I wanted to do tonight. While dancing I met a few girls who I used to go to school with so we all chatted and caught up while we danced. After a while I completely forgot about how my own so called friends ditched me and was just having fun which is all I wanted not all of this stupid drama.

At some point all of the girls left and I was on my own again but I didn't really care I was enjoying swaying to the music on the edge of the dance floor. I was completely in my own world until I felt someone touch my waist which made me look up to see a guy standing in front of me. He was very clearly drunk so I moved away to get his hand off my waist but he only got closer and put both hands on my this time. At this point I was getting uncomfortable but I didn't want to make him angry so I put up with it and hoped I could just talk to him and get him to go away that way. Before I could say anything he tried pulling me in closer but I wasn't having that so I tried to setup away but there was a post behind me which stopped me going any further.

"Why are you trying to run away beautiful" the guy said

"Please leave me alone" I said trying to be firm but my voice came out a bit shaky

"And what would I do that a pretty girl like you shouldn't be in a club all alone" he flirted

"Well I want to be alone" I said

"No you don't come on let's go dance" he said trying to grab hold of my wrist

Just before he could grab my wrist someone else pushed his hand away and stood next to me. To start with I didn't want to know what I'd gotten myself into now but when I looked at who had supposedly saved me from my situation I saw that it was Pedro. When I acknowledged his presence he put his arm around my waist and pulled me into his side clearly trying to protect me. Him and the other guy were just staring at each other as Pedro squeezed my wast tighter as his jaw clenched clearly mad but for once not at me. It felt like this staring contest was either never going to end or end with someone being punched and I wasn't quite sure which especially as the drunk guy was starting to square up to Pedro.

"Who the fuck are you?" The guy asked

"Why should that matter she asked you to leave her alone so go or I'll make you" Pedro threatened

"Fine chill dude she's no even that cute anyway you can have her" the guy said I finally walking away

"Are you ok?" Pedro asked me while his arm was still around me

"Yeah I'm fine thanks for saving me" I said

"It's no problem I couldn't just watch him do that when you clearly didn't want him too" he said

"Well thank you" I said

He finally took his hand off my waist and gave me a hug which was strangely comforting before telling me that I was welcome to come and sit with him which I did as I needed a minute to calm down and process what just happened. The whole incident with the guy wasn't really what was on my mind as I've had guys flirt with me even after I clearly ignore them before it was the thoughts I was having about Pedro that concerned me more. Having his and on my waist sent sparks through my body and made me cheeks heat up to what felt like a million degrees. Knowing that despite our differences he was still watching me and willing to step in and protect me made me feel all giddy. So many thoughts were spiralling around my brain because I can't possibly have feelings for Pedro can I?

After collecting my thoughts it all begun to sink in and the realisation hit me like a ton of bricks. I really do have feelings for Pedro. The more I thought about it the more I realised that I never hated Pedro my dislike only began because I liked him but he hated me so I began to hate him for not liking me. For years I have kept my guard up and not let anything or anyone convince me that Pedro is a nice guy because deep down I think I knew I'd fall for him if I let him bring down my walls. That is exactly what's happened in my moment of weakness Pedro showed me what he is really like and it just made the front I built come crumbling down. In reality I've probably felt like this for years but never let myself even entertain the idea until tonight. Still so many questions were swimming around my mind like what do I do now as clearly Pedro doesn't hate me quite as much as I thought but there is no way he feels like I do. I can't tell him how I feel but I don't know if I can keep it from him at the same time. What was supposed to be my fun night out has turned into a nightmare.

For a while I stayed sat down thinking about life and wishing I'd drunk more earlier so that I could forget about everything that has happened but I was brought back to reality when Pedro asked me if I'd like to join him on the dance floor. I agreed but quickly regretted it as him actually wanting to spend time with me sent a spanner into the works and made me reconsider if maybe he didn't hate me as much as I thought. As we danced together I couldn't help but feel like since that moment things had changed between us he hadn't rolled his eyes at me yet and I've seen him smile more in the last 20 minutes than I have the entire time we've known each other. He looks so cute when he's smiling so seeing him smile at me constantly isn't helping the spiral I have found myself in.

Pedro and I stuck together for the rest of the night we danced for a little while but then we went and sat back down and actually got to know each other. Despite having known each other since we were kids we barely know anything about each other even simple things like each other's birthdays. He told me all about what it's like to race with some of the best in the world which was really interesting to hear about. I never realised just how good he must be as I only remember the days he raced with my brother but all of the things he's achieved are amazing. It was a lot to follow up on but I still talked about my plans for the future and how things have been going in school. As much as my life is very boring and insignificant compared to his he was still actually really sweet and encouraging when I spoke about my goals to get into a good university. Eventually it got late and the both of us thought it would be best to go home even though for once I didn't want to leave Pedro.

"How did you get here?" He asked as we left the club

"I got a taxi I was supposed to come with the girls but as you can probably guess they didn't answer" I laughed

"Do you want to get a taxi together then I just don't want you to go on your own" he said

"Yeah that sounds good" I replied

As we sat outside waiting I went back to thinking about tonight and what it means going forward. The more I think about it the more I think that just telling Pedro how I feel wouldn't be the worst idea in the world. It's not like we have always been really close so if he didn't feel the same sure it would hurt for a while but my life wouldn't really change much. We could still continue to ignore each other like we did for many years before tonight if things didn't go well. I'm not usually one to be so forward about my feelings but with there being less consequences then there would usually be I'm feeling a lot more confident. My confidence hasn't come about because I'm drunk either as after everything that has happened tonight I've feeling very much sober and thinking very clearly.

"Pedro" I said to get his attention

"What's up?" He questioned

"I know this probably seems like it's coming out of nowhere but I like you and not just as a friend" I admitted

"I um" he stuttered

"I get if you don't feel the same way I mean it was only when you helped me out earlier that I realised I never hated you and only acted that way because you didn't like me" I added

"I never hated you either I mean maybe when we were kids but I haven't hated you for years I caught feelings a long time ago but couldn't come to terms with liking you especially as I know your brother so I thought the best way to stop liking you was to pretend I hated you but it really didn't work" he explained

"So do you still like me?" I asked

"Of course I do how couldn't I you are just so perfect in every way" he said

"Thank you I honestly wasn't expecting that what do we do now?" I asked

"I know will you be my girlfriend?" he asked

"Of course I will" I said

Both of us were just smiling at each other for a while before Pedro put his hand on my cheek and pulled me in until our lips met. Kissing him just felt right it wasn't awkward like I thought it would be instead I felt content with his arms around me and his lips on mine. When we both pulled away he pressed another quick kiss to my lips before out taxi arrived and we got in together. The whole ride back to mine I had my head leant against his shoulder as his hand held mine; no words were exchanged we were simply just enjoying each other's presence. Once we reached my place we both got out and he walked me to the door where he held my hands and kissed me again.

"I'm so glad our friends ditched us tonight" he said

"Me too but let's not tell them about this yet I don't want them thinking their plan finally worked" I said

"I like that idea this will be our little secret for a while" he said

When Pedro left I went inside and got ready for bed where instead of sleeping I just smiled thinking about everything that has happened tonight. If a few hours ago you had told me that I'd end the night dating Pedro I would have called you insane but I'm really happy that's how my night ended. Maybe my friends ditching me wasn't the worst thing in the world maybe one day I'll have to thank them for it in a few years time when we are hopefully still happily together.

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captain039 · 2 years

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PART 2 The predator grounds (Jim Hopper)

Alpha!werewolf!Jim hopper x omega!human!reader

Warnings: ABO, heats, ruts, sexual, smut, rough, monster fudging, age gap, hurt/comfort, swearing, angst, weird Vecna, takes place in the upside down

Last part <-

You’re not sure how much time had past, but you’re certain things were getting worse. Your stomach hurt so much, it made your hips down to your legs ache, your back felt like a truck ran over you and your head pounded. Between your legs was too hot and wet, but you didn’t want to move from your curled up position. You’re unsure if Hopper had moved, or if he even cared. He would’ve helped? Stupid, he offered help and made it worse!

You would cry for a while then stop, then think of something and continue, it was a constant loop, you fell asleep couple of times too before pain woke you up. You don’t remember this much pain, just the want, the need. That was present too, just your pain was worse. You jolted when the door was knocked down and an angry wolf stood outside. You gulped knowing it was Hopper by his scent and looks. You didn’t bother moving, too weak too. He was panting and snarling at the same time before he moved. It was strange to see a werewolf, their front paws were more human like, their legs longer, body’s more wider, their back paws longer and feet like too, but their face was very much wolf like, a little shorter on the snout maybe but still deadly when pissed. Hopper moved over you and laid down beside you, curling his body around you. You shuddered and turned instantly, snuggling into the fur. The wolf growled lowly, almost like a purr. You were thankful that he at least decided to help, though you’d much prefer his human form right now. You were still in pain though, gods a massage sounded like heaven right now. Hopper groaned beside you, body cracking and reshaping before he stood on all fours in human form. You flushed turning over quickly with a whimper and handing him your jumper. You heard his sharp intake of breath and flushed furiously.

“Where does it hurt?” He asked voice still rough.

“Everywhere” you mumbled and he chuckled softly.

“Be more specific princess” he said softly.

“My back, hips, stomach and legs” you listed and he grunted in response.

“Can you lie on your stomach?” He asked and you grumbled but moved slowly.

“Good girl” he muttered and you shivered. His hands were warm and so inviting as he began to gently knead your back. You groaned softly relaxing instantly under the alphas touch.

“Good?” He asked and you moaned in response. You flushed covering your mouth, but he chuckled. The pain was lessening, the need though was pressing more. You didn’t recognise your voice when you begged out a please, the alpha stilling beside you. You froze also rational side of your brain trying to over power the heat drunk side. The drunk side won as you sat up and knelt in front of him. He sat with his legs crossed, your jumper covering him. You whined softly climbing into his space. He didn’t dare move as you finally sat in his lap. He had moved his legs straight ahead of him, so your knees rested by his hips. You rested your hands on his shoulders, fingers tracing the scars. He looked ashamed for a minute making you lean down and kiss them. You weren’t thinking straight at all, thoughts down to one soul one, alpha.

Your lips moved to his neck where his scent glands were. You sucked on them, teeth scraping gently before he grabbed your chin roughly. He held you in place eyes almost black as he panted. You only whined as he struggled with control, his grip loosening. He let his hand drop on your thigh hanging his head. He chuckled dryly and you frowned.

“This is not right” he stated and your heart clenched.

“Why?” You asked, seemed perfectly perfect to you, despite the whole situation, you were where you’ve always wanted to be.

“I’m your dads age kid” he sighed looking to you again.

“I know” you mumbled.

“I’ve had a mate, a pup” he said sadly.

“I know” you repeated.

“Old, used and abused” he shrugged smiling dryly. You saddened body sagging.

“You know we knew we weren’t meant for each other” he muttered and you frowned as he stared at the floor.

“Just lonely maybe, seeking connection” his words were quiet.

“Then Sara passed and she felt the need to leave, I don’t blame her” you felt tears in your eyes as he spoke.

“Then you showed up” he said and you frowned.

“Pretty thing fresh outta collage or whatever moving with your mom for a new life” you felt warmth spread through you.

“You suddenly found every possible way to be by my side even though I avoided you like the plague” he chuckled lightly. You smiled, he did avoid you, you often sought him out though didn’t make it obvious to be with him, when you got caught up in the whole thing seems things just brought you together more and more.

“Then you went missing” his words darkened. Like Will, you had been taken, you hadn’t heard much of what happened while you were gone, but according to Eleven, Hopper went on a rampage.

“And I swore to god I’d kill that mindflayer, bring it back and kill it again” he stated and you giggled softly.

“I always held on too tight when you hugged me” he muttered.

“Not tight enough” you corrected and he lifted his head too look at you again.

“What happened to the needy omega?” He chuckled and you flushed furiously getting ready to scramble off his lap.

“I haven’t had a heat in 10 years maybe, it’s difficult, I-“ you struggled with words till hands rested on your hips.

“It’s ok” he said smiling and you sagged again. You tucked your head under his chin, he wouldn’t fulfil all your needs so you took what you could.

He was warm, a little too warm against your over heated body, you were panting slightly, trying to think straight again, he had great control.

You felt his nose press against your neck your whole body shuddering at the feeling.

“God Damnit” he muttered.

Next part ->

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janesaridoll · 3 years

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Angel’s demand

pairing || woc!reader x mob!Chris (all readers are welcome to read tho)

genera || fluff. smutty vibe(?),

minors don’t interact please

summary || how chris evans deals with a bratt.

wordcount || 1600.

Kofi

“i’m not one of your men, you’ll not demand me, except in bed”

She looked at her phone for the hundredth time in the past thirty minutes checking if he sent a message explaining why he’s late on their date, but there’s none. She sighed Looking around the fancy restaurant catching a couple of pity looks from people thinking she got stood up; which she is.

she huffed again opening the messaging app maybe he sent something and she didn’t get a notification of. Again, there’s none the last message was sent were hours ago.

A sweet voice interrupted her train of thought “Excuse me Ms, are you ready to place your order?” she looked at the waitress smiling “No, im still waiting for someone” the waitress gave her a sad smile “i’m sorry, but if you don’t order i’ll have to ask you to leave other people have been waiting for this table”

She smiled at the waitress mumbling a small “okay” not wanting to embarrass herself further. Clearly, he wasn’t showing up so there’s no point in waiting.

Her eyes traveled to the men who have been assigned to be around her 24/7, her eyes fell to Ethan, her main bodyguard who’s been assigned to be around her since the beginning of her relationship with Mr. Evans. She needs to walk around with at least five men to keep her safe, chris can’t risk it again.

She got up taking a 100$ from her expensive purse leaving it as a tip for the nice waitress. Immediately Ethan got beside her escorting her outside.

“Where the fuck is he?” She angrily spat asking Ethan who has been nothing but calm. He’s so used to the princess’s temper “At the club ma’am”

She stopped in middle of the way and all the men behind her stopped she pointed a finger at Ehtan “don’t ma’am me, im okay” she knows Ethan will immediately call her ma’am when he feels she’s upset to take her mind of the main topic and focus on the thing she hated the most. Being called “ma’am”.

“When i’m 50 year old or something you can call me ma’am Okay Ethan? Not when im so young I don’t even have a a single wrinkle! Wait, do i have a wrinkled skin??????”

And just like that she forgot she’s angry at Mr.Evans it might work for a couple of minutes but it will ease up, Ethan smirked thinking how it always works.

“no Mrs.Evans your skin flawless. Don’t worry. Now let me take you home please”

“No Ethan, im not going home take me to the club” she zoned out thinking about all the things she will do to chris.

“But y/n, Mr.Evans is dealing with business at the club” he got nervous because there’s two things that Mr.Evans asked Ethan when he gave him the job which is 1) keep her safe 2) keep here away from my business.

“well he shouldn’t have made plans with me if he’s at the club handling business” she sighed looking at him annoyingly “no let’s go im tired of standing up” she entered the car and she waits till all the five men gets in their car so they can go.

Ethan got in the car “so, I can’t change your mind?, look i can call him to meet us at the house.”

“Ethan, there’s nothing you can do to change my mind, i want to see what kind of business is more important than me, more important than the plans he made with me a week ago”.

He sighed, knowing there’s nothing he can do to change her mind. Hell even chris sometimes can’t change her mind of something, He motioned for the driver to go to the club.

Minutes later they arrived at the club, the line to the entrance was long. it’s Friday so of course it’s busy day.

She went to VIP door and entered, her bodyguards made way for her to move freely, Crowded spaces aren’t her favourite.

She got into the VIP area, The first thing she noticed that there’s not much of men like usually. She recognised a couple of faces of Chris’s business partners.

Her eyes fell on chris sitting on the velvet red couch and in his hand a drink, in front of him a girl dancing seductively. his face showing sign of discomfort but he did nothing to stop her.

“Ethan. do you see what i see?” her eyes never leaving chris’s face.

“Well it could be a misunderstanding” he shrugged his shoulders.

Her eyes left chris for a second looking angrily at Ehtna “you work with me not him”

“well, Technically i get paid by him” he explained the obvious, “well you spend your time with me” she glared at him.

she moved towards chris till she’s on his eye sight, his eyes met hers and he immediately knew he fucked up bad, he motioned to the girl on his lap to go and she did.

See? Not hard to ask a woman who’s been dancing on your lap to move so you can take your ass to the date you promised your girlfriend to have at her favourite restaurant. Which now she can’t go since you embarrassed her.

“princess, what are you doing here” He was now in front of her so they can talk over the loud music “I came to see what ‘business’ made you not come to our date” he glared at Ethan for telling her about the business he has.

“Shit” he sighed and before he can say anything else a cold drink were thrown at his Face. A couple of gasped where heard even in the loud music. He looked at her face and he didn’t miss the tears filling her eyes threatening to fall and the quavering of her lips.

She’s the only person who can talk to him disrespectfully, she’s the only person who can get away with anything she does to him. But she never did it publicly or even in front of his men. now is an exceptional, he really screwed up.

Its been months since the last time they went out on a date. He’s been extremely busy with his business, at the same time the FBI were observing every move they make, they even been watching chris’s clubs and entering with false identity to make sure he’s not doing illegal business in the clubs. Finally, after a couple of weeks they succeeded to take off the FBI from their back and everything went back to normal.

before, She would ask for one night with him and he would give her his card to buy anything she want and a lingerie, so he can fuck her stupid, And that’s it.

One thing a man should understand to keep his relationship is ‘spending time with your girlfriend aren’t the same as fucking’

“I waited for you at the restaurant and you’re here spending time with some girl at the club???” now she’s screaming, she had enough of him benching her till his dick get hard.

“let’s go home” he held her hand dragging her outside and she did nothing to resist.

In the car, she crossed her arms under her chest pushing her breast up looking outside at the road, while his eyes were fixed on her cleavage, He licked his lips Wanting nothing more than to put his lips on her.

When the car stopped she immediately rushed to the house, he sighed behind her shaking his head mumbling curses. He’s not even mad at her. what there to be mad about actually? He’s the one who screwed up, he deserve more than a drink thrown at his face.

he opened their bedroom door hearing her voice complaining in the dressing room, he went there Leaning against the doorway. He smiled seeing her in nothing but her panties, “do you wanna talk about it baby?”

He said softly and she immediately stopped what she’s doing.

“Yes, i’m not sorry I throw the drink at you. You deserve it” she strenly said not looking at him.

He came closer to her putting his hands around her waist and his chin on top of her head “i know baby, i know”

She turned around facing him “am i that annoying that you can’t spend at least an hour with? am I annoying you with talking?

Because you only like me when my mouth is busy”

“No princess , of course not i love spending time with you”

she continues as if he’s not talking “i told you to get me a cat so i can not annoy you and you said no”

“Because sweetheart i know you will get busy with the cat and won’t spend time with me”

“don’t blame this on the cat!!” she glared pointing a finger at him.

He sighed “im sorry i admit I forgot I thought it was tomorrow. Look let me make it up to you. I will take a break from work for a week and we will go to wherever you like”

“Three weeks”

“Two weeks”

“oh okay i’m sorry i forgot you can’t handle your annoying girlfriend for more than a week”

He sighed for the millionth time “okay okay to prove to you that you don’t annoy me it will be a month, what do you think?”

“I don’t think i can handle you for more than two days actually" she smirked at him

“Come on princess please?” he want nothing more than to keep her happy and safe.

“Okay fine” she moved away from his embrace going to the bed “you better get me a cat when we are back”

“Fucking love her” he mumbled smiling at her attitude. he won’t admit it to anyone but he get off on her demanding him.

note: hope you like it 🤍, it’s my first writing and im preparing for something big but it still in the making!!🤍 please reblog and your opinion are appreciated 🤍🤍.

#chris evans #chris evans x woc!reader #chris evans x black women #chris evans x plus size reader #chris evans x fluff #chris evans x you #chris evans x wife!reader #chris evans x poc!reader #chris evans x desi!reader #chris evans x reader

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biisexualemma · 4 years

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ready. bucky barnes

word count: 2426

warnings: not really, brief mention of anxiety? i guess but really just fluffy and flirty with a bit of angst

requested: nope i wrote this literally years ago

plot: bucky is constantly flirting with you, until he think you don’t like him back

a/n: can’t decide if i like this but it’s late and i’ve edited this so many times and i can’t look at it anymore so here lol

masterlist

"hey, pretty girl,” bucky's voice was instantly recognisable, so turning in your seat you weren't surprised to see him entering the kitchen.

"hey," you tightened your lips into a sweet smile. bucky was always nice to you, sometimes kind of flirty but you liked it. besides, it was more than you could say for his relationships with most of the avengers.

the day was red hot, you had all the windows open and still you were sweating like a pig. that’s why bucky had to walk in to see you sat at the island in the kitchen area, frozen peas sitting atop your head and a lolly ice hanging out your mouth.

"lolly ice?" you offered, removing yours from your mouth to make the offer. he shook his head, pursing his lips to stop himself from laughing at you. you knew you looked stupid but you were sweaty, and this was helping.

"you look pretty hot," he commented. he wandered over to the fridge but his eyes travelled to where you sat only in shorts and a spaghetti strap top. he gulped, quickly shifting his eyes away before you could catch him staring, sticking his head in the fridge to cool down. "literally,” he mumbled.

you nodded, absentmindedly as you spun in your chair again, your eyes following his every move. you wondered how he looked so put together when it was so hot. "tony's got someone working on the ac.”

"i don't know why he doesn't do it himself," you hummed in agreement.

“yeah— he calls himself a tech genius but can’t even fix the air con— make it make sense,” he chuckled a little along with you. it was one of your many shared interests, making fun of tony.

finishing your lolly ice you slid off your chair, removing the peas from your head and walked to the bin to recycle the stick. bucky was crouched down in front of the fridge still, his backside standing between you and the bin. "uh— 'scuse me.”

bucky glanced over his shoulder, seeing you hovering above him waiting for him to budge. straightening himself up again, he leaned against the fridge, blocking your path still and his arms folded across his chest. "password?"

you rolled your eyes, cracking a small laugh at his behaviour. "stop, just let me through."

"i'm serious," the forming smirk on his lips said otherwise. "what's the password, sweetheart?"

the pet name rolled casually off his tongue, like it was just as common for him to call you this as your own name. you didn’t let it shake you. you were an expert when it came to bucky and his flirting at this point, you just had to not play into what he wanted.

"fine, be that way,” you flung the lolly ice stick over him, landing it in the recycling bin.

you smiled knowingly and he shoved you lightly. "cheater," he mumbled with an amused smile, grabbing a beer from the fridge and catching your shoulder as he walked passed you.

you liked to tease bucky when he would flirt with you, by not playing into it, he tended to just give up quicker.

sometimes you thought he might be serious, which wouldn't necessarily be a bad thing, but you also knew you weren't ready for that conversation. you also didn't want to embarrass yourself by assuming he actually liked you in the first place. it was complicated, at least, it was for you.

"you know, you should wear this more often," his voice rang through your ears, goosebumps running down your neck. you could feel him standing behind you, hardly much distance between the two of you now.

you turned to face him, finding yourself practically nose to nose. you gulped with the newfound closeness and lost your words for a second, your lips parting slightly and nothing coming out. his eyes moved down to your lips, noticing your blunder as a small smile came onto his face. he was always looking for little hints that you felt something back, that his efforts weren't being completely lost.

you squealed, flinching when the cold beer bottle come into contact with your hot skin, pulling you out of your haze. you stepped back from him, creating some much needed space but evidently confused why he defused the heated situation so quickly.

"jeez’, bucky," you weren't angry, your defence was more to do with the fact that he'd caught you flustered by him.

"sorry, you looked a little dazed," he wore a knowing smile. you tried to play off the embarrassed flush in your cheeks as due to the heat. but you both knew you'd gotten caught up in his flirting.

you told yourself most of the time that bucky’s flirting was playful— that it wasn’t flirting at all, he was just trying to be friendly. you had to tell yourself something to stop yourself from falling for him every time he’d look at you like that.

you forced a smile, pulling yourself away from his stare for a second to shake your head. "whatever,” calmly you brushed his shoulder to walk away from him, choosing to ignore whatever was going on here.

you were halted by him grabbing your forearm, the cool metal from his hand was surprisingly pleasant against your flushed skin.

"wait," his eyebrows knitted together softly when you looked at him this time, the smile and amusement practically wiped from his face. he spoke, cutting the tension that was growing more and more with every second. "do you really not like me back?"

your lips parted slightly, stunned by his forwardness. you’d never had this conversation before, you weren’t ready for this conversation. though you’d always suspected he had a bit of a crush, you tried not to encourage it. not because you didn't feel the same way, but because you just weren’t ready for any of what came after a crush.

"you— like me?"

bucky's eyebrows unknitted, glancing away from you for a second and choking out a short, fake laugh. "was it not obvious?"

you shook your head, quickly correcting yourself when his smile began to fade. "well— no— yeah. kinda. i don't know— i guess i—“ you didn’t know how to finish your sentence. you wanted to tell him you felt the same, but you were not ready for this. so you stopped yourself from saying anything. “i don’t know what i thought,” you said, defeatedly.

"right,” he nodded, slightly hurt that he’d let himself get caught up in something that wasn’t real. “i get it,” he stepped back and loosened his grip on your arm letting it fall back to your side. "sorry. that was awkward. i didn't mean to make this weird for you."

"you didn't make it weird, buck," you tried to assure him because you really didn't want him to take back what he'd said.

"it's alright, y/n,” he forced a smile, despite the knock back. "see you at training."

"buck—" you spoke softly, as he walked passed you, missing your shoulder and leaving you alone again. your hand slipping from his wrist as you tried to hold him back. your heart felt heavy, that felt wrong.

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you didn't see bucky again until you got to training later on that evening. you had been scheduled to train with bucky and sam, but steve informed you when you arrived that he'd switched it around so you were paired with wanda and himself.

you’d spent the rest of the day reliving your conversation with bucky, full of guilt. you couldn’t think about anything else, it was consuming you. bucky liked you, and you crushed him by not telling him how you felt. all because you were scared.

the whole session was a nightmare, your mind was elsewhere the entire time with bucky training on the other side of the room. you couldn’t stop yourself from glancing in his direction every few minutes. he looked a little off his game too.

you'd taken a few hits, you were far too distracted to be memorising steve’s fighting patterns. you found yourself muttering apologies throughout the entire session. even wanda managed to knock you on your ass, and she was possibly the weakest when it came to no-magic hand-to-hand combat.

you caught bucky’s eye as you fell, slamming into the mat, your breathing heavy as you lay exhausted on your back. both steve and wanda towered over you. eventually steve held out his hand after giving you a breather, wincing as he pulled you back onto your feet. "sorry," you mumbled for the hundredth time, tucking a few loose, sweaty hairs out of your face.

“alright, that’s enough for today,” steve ordered, his eyebrows knitted softly as he watched you pant. you weakly tried to protest but he was firm.

“we all have off days, don’t worry about it,” wanda tried to reassure you with a soft smile, handing you a bottle of water which you accepted thankfully and gulped down.

you could feel bucky watching you, your eyes trailing over to him but he looked away just as quickly, only just dodging sam’s fist.

"hey— where was your head tonight?" steve nudged your shoulder, bringing you out of your daze again, as he'd been doing all night. your eyes moved away from bucky who was now packing up his stuff. you looked at steve, who was wearing his concerned-dad expression that you’d seen one too many times, and shrugged your shoulders.

"i dunno’, probably just the heat,” you lugged your bag over your shoulder as you began to leave the gym, walking backwards to continue your conversation with cap.

"i thought tony fixed the ac—"

"i gotta go. see you tomorrow, cap."

you rushed out of the gym, chasing bucky who had left minutes before you, only being held back by your conversation with steve. you groaned as you realised bucky was nowhere to be seen. you had decided halfway through training that you needed to talk to him. a couple of hits to your head seemed to knock a bit of sense into you.

after navigating the maze-like corridors you reached the avengers private quarters. passing your own room, speed walking down the corridor, reaching bucky's room and knocking quickly before you could chicken out.

"hey," he smiled, opening up his door, still in his training gear and trying to act as if nothing was wrong. but you could feel the wrong kind of tension between you two now. you didn't want things to be like this from now on. "whats up?"

"can i come in?" you asked. your breathing was heavier than usual, your nerves were getting the better of you. "i need to talk about earlier," he sighed, you caught wind of his exhaustion but he opened his door to you anyway letting you in.

you clutched onto your hands tight. you had to just tell him otherwise things would be bad between you two whether either of you decided to acknowledge it or not. so after you heard the door shut, you spun around to face him again, fiddling with your hands as you parted your lips to speak.

"bucky, i didn't mean to make you feel bad before,” you started.

"i already told you its alright, y/n,” he shrugged. “i didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” but you shook your head, pacing closer to him.

"you didn't let me explain," you pleaded. you pulled at your fingers, a bad habit you had when you were nervous. "i don't not like you, i'm just... i’m scared,” your voice grew softer the nearer you got to finishing your sentence.

you forced eye contact with him, trying to convey your sincerity. "i've never had this before. i don't know how to respond to your flirting and its not that i'm not interested— because i am. i really am. i just don't— i don't know how to do this."

your nervous habit worsened when he didn't speak afterwards, you were worried that you were too honest with him. this is is why you didn't want to tell him, you didn't want him to judge you.

so you were surprised when he reached out his hands, clasping his own arounds yours. he let a warm, hesitant smile work onto his lips, sending you silent reassurance and calming your nerves slightly.

"i didn't mean to make things worse,” you apologised.

“no—“ he shook his head. "no— it's ok."

"it is?" you questioned. you weren't one hundred percent convinced that everything was ok with the two of you. you didn't know where you stood now. he nodded. "but—"

"it's fine. we can take it slow, if you’re not ready,” he squeezed your hand gently. "i'm still refreshing my memory anyway. all i have to go off are expired moves."

your lips parted into an unsure smile. "y’sure?"

"yeah, why wouldn't i be?"

you shrugged. "i don't know."

you were still scared in all honesty. this would be your first relationship, your first anything. and you knew this wasn’t bucky’s first anything. you felt like your definition of slow could mean something completely different to his.

"what's going on in that head?" he mumbled, noticing your glossy expression, using your entangled hands to pull you closer to him. you gulped now that he was inches away from you again.

bucky gave your hands a gentle squeeze, sensing your unease. he shook his head. “you don’t have to worry.”

you nodded, biting down on the inside of your cheek. he eyes scanned your face, noticing your slight furrowed brow and wide eyes. “i heard you when you said you weren’t ready,” he practically whispered, your eyes meeting his again when he did. he moved one hand to your cheek, his thumb grazing your skin. your eyes drooped shut, relaxing against his warm skin, a complete contrast to the cold of his metal hand you’d felt earlier. there was something reassuring about the way he was holding you, it made you feel safe. “we can go at your pace.”

he seemed to sense your anxiety before it could consume you, you didn’t know how he did it.

you released a soft, shy smile. "thank you," you spoke quietly, unsure how to react and respond to him still. you just knew you were grateful for him. “i like you, a lot, buck,” a smile started to emerge on his lips, your stomach twisting. "jus' don’t forget that.”

he shook his head. “i won’t.”

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like-rain-or-confetti · 3 years

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Request: Trio (Caius Volturi x Reader x Athenodora Volturi)

You should have considered yourself lucky. This should have been heaven to you. Yet as the days went on, you began to notice more and more tiny details that no longer made it perfect.

Caius and Athenodora married long before you or many of the generations before you existed. That didn't bother you. You knew the pair were thousands of years old. Whilst you weren't married to them or necessarily expecting a marriage you couldn't help but notice just how enthralled the two were with each other and left you on the outside to get what ever is left of their love. It had came up many times. All of such conversations ended with the same assurance that wasn't the case. You tried to make that comforting to you but it wasn't. It simply felt like it was a lie, something to keep you content for the time being.

After some time the feeling never left and you began to distance yourself from the two. You didn't see either of them as often and were able to make up an excuse several times when the two requested your presence. They hadn't pushed it yet but you knew you'd have to get more creative eventually.

On this particular day, you couldn't avoid Athenodora. Not amount of trying to get out of it subtly was working. Thankfully, you hadn't seen Caius and it was only Athenodora. She was a lot easier to avoid than Caius. You entered the room and Sulpicia left almost immediately to her own quarters. "Hi," You said softly, barely making eye contact with her. "Where would you want this?" It was more books from the library seeing as the wives weren't allowed to go down their on their own. "Over there is fine." Athenodora said with a smile, pointing to the table at the far wall of the room between the windows. You silently cursed hoping you could have just make another excuse but them somewhere closer and hurry off. Going to the other side of the room meant it wouldn't be so easy leaving. You nodded, briskly walking to the table and placing the books down on the table.

You paused, just how were you going to get out of this situation? You stared down at the books. You had no idea what you were going to say. "Are you alright?" You heard Athenodora ask from behind you. "Yes." You said quickly. "I was just thinking about what the receptionist had said to me before, I think I better head down and see what she needs." Just as you finished the sentence you stiffened feeling hands on your waist from behind. "What are you doing?" You asked, a little too hurriedly than you had liked. "Hoping to get at least get some of your time." Athenodora answered. "It's been weeks since I've probably had your company." Her grip got a little firmer. "I'm sorry, I've just been busy recently-." "Why are you lying to me?" Your heart nearly came out of your throat, your eyes wide. You knew it was a crappy lie. Athenodora continued. "We caught on after the first few times. You're avoiding us." Just like that it had gotten worse. "Can you let go please?" You asked. "Can I get some answers?" She responded but released her hold on you. You moved to make space between you both. "I can't do this right now." You said, eyes to the floor. "We're worried, (Y/N). Tell me what's wrong and we can fix it." Athenodora said as though lightly pleading. You shook your head. Hurrying towards the door as Athenodora moved towards you. "(Y/N), stop." Athenodora said sharply and you froze in place. That really did work on you every time. "Give me a hug, please." She asked softer. You were silent for a moment. "If I do, will you let me leave?" Her jaw twisted, hurt in her eyes. "Yes." She said stiffly. You quickly moved towards her before hugging her. She hugged you to her tightly, enjoying the moment that had become so rare. You loved Athenodora just as you did Caius hit you felt at this point giving such acts of affection was a betrayal to yourself. "Just tell me something." She whispered quietly. "Even just one sentence. Please, tell me." "I think I'm his toy and I think I'm your toy too." You said quietly before forcibly breaking yourself out of her hold. You barely caught her look of hurt once again before quickly taking your leave.

Barely two hours later, Caius stormed into your room. "You upset her." He seethed. It was clear he was absolutely livid with you. "It wasn't my intention." You said lowly, your back to him, looking down at something on your desk. "Look at me!" Caius demanded. You closed your eyes but turned to look at him. "You've hurt her. You've hurt me." He said icily. "I can't help how I feel. I apologise that my feelings hurt you. It's why I kept to myself in the first place. Athenodora asked." "Do not make excuses for yourself!" Caius snapped. "You do not get to say such a thing and then walk away. You do not get to be so cold towards Athenodora!" You had nothing to say to that. You had done your best with the situation, tried to protect them both. "You're coming with me, now! We're going through this again!" Caius demanded. "I don't want to do this right now." You said rigidly. "I didn't want to deal with this again. I didn't want to find my wife upset. We don't want to lose you or upset you but here we are! None of us want to do this but we are so come!" Caius left no room to argue...as usual.

Athenodora looked up as Caius entered the room, you one step behind him and looking very uncomfortable. "I'm sorry I upset you. It wasn't my intention." You said to her quietly. She stepped forward. "You both know I'm sorry, so can we go past the punishing me part so I can leave?" "No." Caius said sharply. "That. That right there is the problem. You think you're here to be punished for this. You couldn't be more wrong. Something is wrong and we're getting to the bottom of it." He pointed a finger at you. "There is something wrong that is making you cold and distant. We gave you time and space after you avoided us the first three times and clearly it has done nothing but grown. We don't recognise this side of you (Y/N) and quite frankly, we don't like it either." "And I don't get a say in this? This is you two giving me space? Demanding I bear my heart and soul to you so you can scream at me?" You responded coldly, seemingly proving their point. "We don't want to punish you, (Y/N)." Athenodora tried. "We want to help. Something has changed and that's alright, just let us help you through it." "Why?" You asked quizzically. "I hurt your feelings, Caius' too and the first thing that happened was Caius' stormed into my room and demanded I have this conversation." "We think whatever this is, you're holding onto it so that you don't hurt anyone but it's hurting you and by extension that hurts us. We just want to help." Athenodora said softly. "So you've already decided what this is before I even came into it. You two have discussed this without me..." You scoffed. "...and you wonder why I feel the way I do." The room was silent for a moment. "Which is what?" Caius' eyes narrowed on you. Athenodora looked to Caius and you felt a flash of fear. You had said too much.

You slowly shook your head looking down. "No, say it. We want to hear you say it. Stop clinging onto it and say what is clearly consuming you!" Caius demanded. Your eyes got darker and darker. The two noticed as whatever was going through your head started to overwhelm you. "You can tell us. Sweetheart, we want to help." Athenodora tried. "Stop it!" You said quickly, covering your face. "Say it, (Y/N). You have a nasty habit of bottling things up to the point we need to pry it out of you. Which is exactly what we're doing now. It's time." Caius said, moving closer. "Do you not love us anymore?" Athenodora guessed, trying to help you. "No, that's not it!" You said, behind your hands. "This is ridiculous! This isn't healthy how-" Your outburst interrupted Caius. "I still feel like a hobby!" You cried out. "I feel that you two are each other's priority and I get what's left. I'm just an extension of your relationship!" Your eyes widened. You had said it. Out loud. The two looked taken aback. "Oh, damn it!" You cried out, sinking to your knees. Athenodora was quick to catch you, lowering to the ground with you. She pulled you against her as you curled up into a ball. Her arms wrapping over your back. "What-" Caius began but Athenodora cut him off. "Give them a minute." She said to him, voice firm but her hold on you comforting.

This wasn't new to Caius and Athenodora. It had bothered you for a long time but never to this extent. They had hoped that with time, you could move past it. It was known you bottled up your emotions and the pair tried to get you break the habit but sometimes you'd rather destroy yourself than tell them what you were feeling. They loved you too much to let that happen. It pained them to see that you rarely felt better when you told them. You felt guilty, caring about their feelings more than your own.

Athenodora mumbled to you quietly that everything was okay. That you were alone. They were here. In silence, Caius cast his anger aside. After all he wasn't really angry at you. He was angry at the situation. That he couldn't take that feeling of guilt away. He moved forward when he heard you apologise. Athenodora continued to tell you it was alright. He didn't want your apology, you didn't need to apologise.

He moved behind you, joining you both on the floor. "You're alright." He said to you quietly, winding his arms around your waist, his chin on top of your shoulder. "Tell us more." Athenodora said quietly into your ear. "You pay more attention to each other. It's you two against the world and then me. I don't feel equal. I-I’m sorry!" "(Y/N), look at me." Caius began, both himself and Athenodora moving you to face him. Your back against Athenodora's chest. "I love you just as much as I love Athenodora. I would not lie to you. I may have married Athenodora but in our eyes your are our spouse just as much. We love you and you make us feel complete." He cradled your face in his hands. "We couldn't live without you with us. It would destroy us. Even if you don't believe me...just remember it. Until you do, until we prove it to you." Caius' tone was soft and gentle. It was exceptionally rare for him to speak to you like that, or anyone for that matter but after a moment of staring into your eyes he pressed his lips to yours. The action surprised you. Regardless you returned the kiss. "Give it time, alright?" Athenodora responded. "Let us show you." Slowly, you nodded.

#request #twilight #volturi #the volturi #reader #caius volturi #athenodora volturi #oneshot #one shot

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obeiii-mee · 4 years

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Could I request the brothers (and maybe Diavolo, if you're comfortable) reacting to a knightly/chivalrous m/c, please?

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I haven’t written Diavolo in a hot minute, I’m glad he’s being requested again. I’m guessing you mean an MC with the attributes of a knight? The same sort of mannerisms and traits and not an actual knight! MC? Lemme know if I did this ask wrong because I was low key confused lmao.

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The Brothers + Diavolo with a knightly/chivalrous MC:

Lucifer:

-He really didn’t like you upon first meeting

-He hated how he couldn’t intimidate you into not being a nuisance the way he could with most of his brothers

-But, to be honest, you had gained his respect rather early on

-I think, even though it may have annoyed him to no end, Lucifer was very fond of your bravery a lot of the times

-The way you would stand up for Mammon or that time you protected Beel and Luke from his outburst

-Courage is not a trait one would usually associate with humans, especially when more superior beings like demons are involved

-Your humility was also a characteristic of yours that he, surprisingly, was really fond of

-And your overall mercifulness was something to be congratulated as well

-I mean, him and his brothers put you through so much shit and for you to forgive and move on without an angry word at any of them kinda speaks on its own

-I think he understands, to an extent, the reason you’re so loyal to the people you care about too

-He has a certain devotion for Lord Diavolo and his brothers, more than he lets on

-To him, having someone like you around is something to be appreciated

-Because you are similar but also completely different and nothing like he deemed you to be at the beginning

-yo i think you remind him of himself back when he was angel tbh

-He’s sort of tired of saving your ass tho because you are very just, so you feel the need to help people all the time which leads to you getting involved in fights

-Bring him his 20th cup of coffee for the day please, it’s hard being a single father of 8 children (yes I’ve added Lord Diavolo he counts as one of the kids)

-He’s the definition of this incorrect quote I stumbled across a while back

- MC: “FIGHT ME RIGHT NOW!”

-Lucifer, from behind them “ Do not.”

Mammon:

-Ok so this random human comes to DevilDom and has the audacity to slap his hand away while he’s trying to steal from Diavolo’s castle????????

-“MC ya’re forgetting I’m a demon, my moral scale is wayyy different than yours-“

-“Put it back.”

-“......ok.”

-You’re coming at him with rightfulness and honor and your presence is gonna hit him like a truck

-Cuz he ain’t stealing anything when you’re around (lucifer uses this to his advantage ofc.)

-That was basically the only thing he disliked about you

-Other than that, after your first week in DevilDom, he thinks you’re a goddamn S A I N T

-Everytime you stand up for him when his brothers are being assholes-pls he melts into a puddle of goo from your perfection

-OOFFS AND ALL THOSE TIMES YOU GAVE HIM GIFTS BECAUSE GENEROSITY BBY

-Good thing he was wearing sunglasses, because holy fuck was he weeping under those Gucci shades

-He’s gonna give ya props for having the courage to stand up to him and his brothers

-Lucifer especially because big bro scary

-Think about it like this: literally every single one of them could have you seasoned and roasted for lunch, love

-And yet you still have the bravery to look them in the eye and tell them: “Ya’ll are dysfunctional as fuck and need family therapy.”

-Again, he doesn’t understand your morale, he’s the Avatar of Greed, if he sees something he likes or seems worthy of his presence, he takes it

-But with that look you’re giving him, he honestly feels so guilty he can’t help but put it back

-He also appreciates your patience with him when it comes to anything that involves him talking about his emotions and thought process

-Because at this point he is widely known as scum so-

-Ahhhh, in the end, he thinks you’re pretty badass for a human and would low key want to see you in an armour of sorts agajwhisebhwjwwhehgdhdh

-And he really likes it when you make the effort to open doors for him too but he’ll never have the nerve to admit it

Levi:

-Believe it or not, he warms up to you in less than a day...?

-It’s probably because he’s a navy commander and he’s used to having soldiers around and you sort of remind him of that

-Out of everyone, he reacts the least when he sees how you carry yourself because to him it’s second nature

-Even if he does tend to slouch most of the time

-Almost dropped to his knees and started worshiping you when you yelled at Mammon to give Levi his money back on your first day

-And then a friendship started to blossom (im not friendzoning y’all, relax)

-Levi has a tendency to just walk into your room with his laptop, point at the screen which is paused in the middle of an anime and go “Look, the protagonist is a knight. You’re also...really knightly. I like the protagonist. I, uh I like you too, I guess.”

-He loves how honest you are because he knows that no matter what you wouldn’t lie to him

-“MC, do you think I’m a yucky otaku?”

-“No.”

-“But-“

-“No.”

-“Oh ok.”

-But on the inside he’s like 🥰🥰💞💞💞💞

-I just think that a knightly MC would connect on an emotional level with Levi for a lot of reasons, idk

-He’s gonna be a sputtering mess when he realises how much effort you put into this relationship (platonic or romantic) and how loyal you are to it

-Like how you actually bother learning all of his stupid passwords because you are just as serious about them as he is

-He just crashed, give him a moment to reboot please

Satan:

-He takes a while to warm up to you because for some reason your overall demeanour reminded him of Lucifer lol

-He thought you might be just as stuck up as him

-It didn’t take him longer than a week or so to come to the sudden realisation that you are way more pleasant than his brother

-Like his daddy, you manage to earn his respect pretty quickly after that

-He just thought the way you handled everything that was thrown at you in DevilDom was very sophisticated but firm nonetheless, if that makes sense?

-Like, you weren’t itching to escalate fights or anything but your tone of voice could easily end a whole conversation if need be

-You were still a human of course, it would be real easy for some low rank demon to kidnap you or something

-But for some reason, your confidence seemed to intimidate a few of the weaker ones into leaving you alone

-Obviously, that didn’t mean you were completely safe or anything

-There were still others that could effortlessly overpower you

-Even so, Satan found it sort of reassuring that unlike some humans, you weren’t one to back down without a confrontation

-Don’t get me started on all those times you rebelled against Lucifer, because that’s what truly got him to get to know you better

-He found you pretty interesting and then that interest sort of evolved into actual fondness

-Another thing that caught his eye was that even though you have very strong feelings about justice and fairness, you are completely level headed most of the time

-And patience, while it’s something he can manage, is the one that he has been trying to control for centuries

-He learned a lot from you about behaviour, whether you intentionally taught it to him or not

-And if there is one thing Satan thinks highly of; it would be knowledge

-Therefore, from that point onward, your existence was so much more precious to him than your soul could ever be

Asmo:

-What can I say about our sweet Asmo?

-You could have the personality of a trashcan and he’d still love you

-You were so polite and honourable from the beginning to the point you managed to get the attention of the Avata of Lust himself????

-He thought you were pretty hot basically

-hoWEVER

-Your righteousness always sort of nagged him because he low-key believed Diavolo snuck in another angel into the program, I-

-And for some reason, your loyalty to everyone in general ticked him off immensely at the beginning

-Mainly because he recognised that’s one of the traits he lacks entirely and he came to the conclusion that he needs to revaluate himself on that one

-He is so desperate for your attention, he will tattle on his brothers just to get you to yell at them and then comfort him

-“MCCCCC, MAMMON STOLE MY NEWEST MAKE UP KIT AND IS ABOUT TO SELL IT ON AKUZON!”

-he is so petty istg

-Your nobility still catches him off guard every now and then

-Because you’ve been living with demons for so long and yet you’re still, theoretically speaking, pure?? get your head out of the gutter people

-He probably applauds you on the fact that you can even scare Lucifer on some occasions because imagine having a scarier death glare than the eldest prince of hell

-Asmo will personally buy you clothes that he thinks suit your “aesthetic” (wtf Asmo)

-Might’ve bought you a sword and then got shouted at by Lucifer because oops turns out it was cursed

-Again, supportive mom vibes

-“MC, do you know how stunning you look strutting around with that confidence of yours? Don’t get me started on your posTURE!”

-You pulled a chair for him once and he practically swooned lmao

Beel:

-He figures you’re really nice from the start

-Mostly because you kept running errands and opening doors for him even though he let it slip that he might lose control and eat you

-Like most brothers, he finds you comforting in a way

-Beel appreciates your honesty to him too because he can count on you to tell him when he’s doing something wrong

-And he sort of needs the validation that even though he blames himself for a lot of things that took place in the past, his brothers and you are more than ready to forgive him (even if they didn’t blame him to begin with)

-Rather than respect, Beel puts a lot of trust into you, which I would believe to be more intimate

-If it’s just the two of you hanging out, he has an easier time opening up about Lilith because he knows you would never judge him and respect his feelings enough to let him get it out of his system

-You always share your food with him and give him a bigger portion and he goes so soft-

-Like who allowed you to be this generous?

-Tbh, he thinks it’s sort of refreshing having someone like you around

-Beel has been surrounded by demons for millenniums now and he’s gotten used to their...uh ‘evilness’

-Ever since you got dropped off in DevilDom, you really stood out with your nobility and morals

-It was like a breath of fresh air in a way

-He may or may not believe you’re a good influence on his siblings-if you can even influence demons of all things

-I’m not saying he invites you to work out with him and give him honest criticism, but he definitely invites you to work out with him and give him honest criticism

Belphie:

-“Out of all the humans they could’ve chosen, they picked the most annoying one, oH MY FUCKING GO-I MEAN DAD-“

-You go up to the attic that one night after tricking Lucifer into vibing to some classical TSL tunes

-He spotted you and was immediately irritated

-Like, he KNEW you were going to be a pain in the ass just by judging your posture and how you carried yourself (very knightly)

-At the start, he’s even hesitant to lie to you because he had a suspicion you wouldn’t buy his bs

-(Spoiler alert: you didn’t but you went with it either way)

-It takes a while for you to forgive him when he literally fucking kills you because that was rude af but you got over it in time

-AFTER of the whole ‘Sorry-for-choking-you-can-we-be-friends-now’ incident, you still get on his nerves a lot but at this point, he believes that’s his punishment for being a murderous dickhead

-You don’t really piss him off tho, you just confuse him a lot

-Why are you so polite? You keep pulling chairs and opening doors for him??? Why are you treating him like royalty?? Stop it, he doesn’t want to be like Lord Diavolo (he def likes it when you do that)

-Pls stop dragging the poor man to breakfast, he just wants to sleep in-

-He doesn’t understand how you’re always one time for everything

-My dude tries to wake up 20 minutes early to get somewhere in time and he is still 2 hours late

-sTOP TRYING TO FORCE YOUR IDEALS ONTO HIM, HE’S A LITTLE SHIT WHO ENJOYS WATCHING PEOPLE SUFFER

-All the same, you’re a very forgiving person so he’s just grateful you don’t hate him or anything

-And in the end, it doesn’t really matter how much your chivalry and righteousness and all of that pisses him off every now and then

-Because he can’t deny the fact that you brought him and his brothers the peace they needed

-And he so loves it when you and Lucifer go head to head mhmm

Diavolo:

-This big tittied man right here takes a liking to you immediately

-A couple of days in DevilDom and he’s already inviting you for tea at his castle

-You managed to befriend the prince of hell faster than the demons you live with, huh

-He’s lonely ok? He loves having people over and having cozy chitchats

-Not to mention he thinks you’re such pleasant company!

-Most demons would be afraid to even say anything in his presence but you always speak your mind while continuing to be respectful and he’s so happy, you don’t understand-

-Only demons in close relations to Diavolo like Babrbatos and Lucifer actually know how much it takes for someone to anger him

-He doesn’t take offence to much lol

-And he’s really content that you acknowledged that

-He sometimes visits you in his spare time just to talk and hang out since Lucifer is a big meanie who doesn’t want to indulge him and Barbatos is busy making him dinner >:(

-SPEAKING OF- if you and Barbatos don’t bond then i don’t know what to tell you

-I mean, you would both have so many things in common (strong sense of loyalty, honesty, just in a way etc.)

-You’re his favourite guest to have over at the palace, sorry Luci you’ve been replaced

-He genuinely finds you interesting as well so please tell him stories from the human realm!! He’s dying to learn more!

-Diavolo notices you demeanour sort of gives off warrior vibes so-

-He really considered making you into a knight bc it’s Diavolo-what he says; goes

-“I know they’re human but they’ll be fine. Look how tough they are! They managed to survive a year with you and your brothers didn’t they?”

-“My Lord, that doesn’t amount to anything, please don’t get our human killed-“

#obey me #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me imagines #obey me leviathan #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me diavolo #obey me shall we date #obey me hcs #🕯 general #☂️ demon brothers #👑 Diavolo supremacy #⭐️ requests

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shoot your shot - a one shot

a/n: hiiii this is my first posted fic on my refurbished account soon if you see this and you like it, lemme know!! Request some things, I would love to go back into writing. Enjoy x ..................................................................................................................................................................... harry plays on the football team where you are the medic helping out and things get quite interesting when he invites you to his party

warnings: mature content

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I felt it from the moment I had walked on the field with the others.

Someone was staring at me. Or everyone was. I didn’t look behind me to see if it was true, but I could feel their eyes staring straight at my ass. They asked me to wear athletic clothing for this, so I just chose the first thing in my dresser that I saw, picking out some black yoga pants. The material clung to my butt and I regretted I had put them on the moment I had arrived here. My oversized sweater I chose to wear over it luckily covered my upper half, a decision I did appreciate I made now.

Walking onto the sports centre was nerve-wracking in itself. I liked sports, I liked watching it, but having the possibility of someone else watching you do something was disturbing. I couldn’t find the way I was supposed to go. I didn’t bring my hair tie so I was forced to keep my hair floating around my face and this place was huge. There were several buildings and a squala of fields for specific sports. Indoors, outdoors, you name it. The college was probably sponsored by some wealthy upper class fathers who wanted their sons to be on the radar for new opportunities.

Luckily, I was led right to the canteen which was easily locatable since it had a terrace. A terrace! Lord, I feel like I should’ve worn other clothing for this.

I approached a team player who had blond hair, feeling the nerves floating around in my stomach, “Uhh… Hi.”

The boy who was filling up his water bottle turned around, raising his eyebrows, “Hi there.”

Shit, he was nice. I inhaled, “I was looking for uhh, the football team…” He gave me the same look, “I was asked to help.., or I need to help with their inju-”

“Ahh!” He exclaimed, disregarding his bottle and he turned to fully face me, “You’re the one!”

I shrugged my shoulders, “I guess I am?”

“My name’s Niall.” He held out his hand, “I’m the star player of the time you’ve been assigned to!”

I shook his hand, smiling a little. “Hi,” We still held hands, “Do you know where I’m supposed to go?”

Still holding my hand, he began shaking it up and down. “I’m glad we finally have someone.”

“You are?”

“Yeh, we desperately need new people to liven things up a little.”

I pried my hands from his grip, which wasn’t that strong. But I was already sweating, I didn’t need more reasons to be nervous. “Alright, that sounds good.”

The pregnant pause that followed made him inhale and pack his bottle in his bag, “You are probably wanted by the football field, which is right there.”

He pointed out somewhere behind me, making me turn my head. I already saw some players dribbling with the ball, so that was easily recognisable. “Go to the coach, he’s the tallest and biggest one. Has a loud voice too, probably won’t miss him.” He grinned, making me smile up at him.

“I’ll meet you there in a second, we’re starting in like two minutes.”

I nodded, “Alright, thanks…”

“Niall.” He answered for me, giving me a wink. “But you can call me anytime.”

I rolled my eyes at his remark, but by the look on his face and the laugh that followed his statement, I knew it was to lighten my mood and assure me.

I walked towards the field with a small smile on my face and with a lot less nerves. The players were now assembling and putting their heads together so I walked towards the dug-out and waited for them. There weren’t a lot of spectators or bystanders standing around the field, since it was a friendly game. I inhaled again. This should be fine. I recognized some of the players. They were all from the same college after all. Why did I sign up for this? I’m such an idiot.

When the team was done with sharing strategy and doing their, what appeared to be a yell, the trainer walked towards me. I was nervous when he approached me, he towered over everyone.

“Hi Mattie,” he said, “You ready?”

I stood there, with my own little bag of supplies in my hand. I nodded. Luckily he spoke to me when I got drafted for this, so I already knew him. What if it was someone else who ended up being the coach? Since our conversation was very brief, you’re a nurse, I’m in need of a carer for the team, the deal was easily made. I didn’t know exactly what to take with me for this, but it was a college football team anyways, so nothing was really high-class. I had put some aspirin, plasters, scissors, antiseptic wipes, bandages and tweezers in my supply bag. That should be enough for a college team right? Surely they wouldn’t crash and fall every single game. He saw me fiddling with the bag, and smiled at me, “Good luck.”

I nodded at him in gratitude and looked around the field. Gosh, couldn’t I talk? I was punching myself in my head. The trainer, whose name I seemed to have forgotten the second after the interview, sat down on his seat.

Right now, all the players on the field were starting to go to their positions, other members of staff, the referee, seconds officials and the trainers and staff of the opposing team, all seemed ready to go. It wasn't hot or cold, but the slight breeze that blew over the field chilled me just slightly, making the tip of my nose go red. My job was already halfway done, which is just waiting for something to happen and providing the supplies they needed. If something did happen, I was the chosen person to help the players and fix their injuries. I didn't expect that these games would be very intense anyways. The players often knew each other since the teams were always against other colleges. Today it was just a practise match to start off the season, so I should be fine.

The minute everyone started and the whistle blew, I wondered where Niall even was. Wasn’t he one of the players? As everyone was running and shouting on the field, I felt like he fit right in. I let my eyes wander. I didn’t know that much about football. I rarely watched the Champions League, I could just about name all the rules. The players, however, were something that did interested me. Especially the ones I already knew.

As I was sitting there, everyone seemed to be in the right place and doing exactly what everyone expected of them. The coach shouted an obnoxious loud praise towards his team, making me jump in my seat. The referee whistled at what suggestiably were the right times. No-one seemed to be getting angry at him. They were getting into it already. It'll probably go fine tonight, and my nerves I had bubbling in my stomach would probably be for nothing. At least, I was hoping for that. I watched the players going for the ball intensely, running after it and passing each other the ball.

Right as the spirits of the team heightened and they almost scored, Niall crept up from behind me. “You didn’t even give me your name.”

I shrieked, startling even the trainer who was deep into the game, “Jesus, Niall. Don’t scare me like that.”

He sat down next to me, “Sorry, babe.”

“My name’s Mattie.” I said, looking at him briefly. He nodded his head, “Like that.”

I smiled, turning my head towards the field. “Aren’t you playing?”

He pointed towards his knee, that was covered by his track pants, “This annoying thing won’t let me.”

“Ahh, that’s too bad.” I grimaced.

“It’s alright,” he shrugged, “get to sit next to you.”

I rolled my eyes again. “You’re not getting any.”

He burst out laughing, “What! How could you resist me?”

I playfully smiled at him. I was glad he was here to ease my nerves, “Dunno,” I glanced at the field, “quite like the others.”

“You already know them?” He asked.

“Yeah,” I nodded, “same college.”

Liam was the goalie. He was broad, quick and could move fast so he was the one that suited that job the most. He was also rough, and shouted really loudly which was a benefit when he would have to coach the team from the goal. He scared opponents off easily, grabbing the ball before they could shoot to keep the score at zero. Liam shared a house with Zayn, Louis and Brad, who were also playing tonight. Zayn was a little bit more of an introvert, and I didn’t really speak to him much. He did show he was a good midfielder though. He was quick and could pass the ball to his teammates effortlessly. When he did score though, he wouldn’t hesitate to cheer loudly and scare everyone with his intensity.

Brad was a little bit older than the rest, but he was great nonetheless. He was very broad in the shoulders and had legs every gym boy would be jealous of. He was the ex-boyfriend of my sister’s, who also attended this college a few years ago. But to me, he still felt more like an older brother than someone who had been in my sister’s life for years.

Louis was very serious. He was known for only having one thing on his mind, and that was to score goals. He was quick, could dribble fast and made the stronger players against him look back at him in surprise. Others called him Suarez because he was just that good, and his name was close to Luiz’, which made it easier for his teammates to choose a name. He was actually the only one, alongside Harry, to maybe get upgraded to a higher team. From what I heard of some girls on campus, was that he was a bit snarky. He had some quick-witted comebacks, and he didn’t care if he would hurt your feelings.

The house right next to their one, was filled with other boys from the team. This one was occupied with Josh, Ben and Harry. They had been friends since they were around sixteen, and now had the best bond you could have as college brothers. The three boys were always seen with each other, going out together and even doing groceries together. It wouldn’t surprise me if they also fucked the same girls.

I actually didn’t know them that well, they were just known around campus. That house was classed as the party house and had a reputation of being used to shag a new girl every week. Don’t get me wrong, they were also good at their sport, but the girls they pulled mostly went for their looks rather than for their skills.

It wasn’t a surprise that two of the boys that I knew, Louis and Harry, played as strikers, in the centre forward position. Harry was the only one that I had never actually spoken to before but knew from the parties. He was in the team because he was good, but also because he could easily show off to the ladies that way. He was popular amongst the college, mainly because he offered up his house to all the party-goers that wanted to celebrate a win that he created. No-one complained about that, seeing as he was gifted with the most attractive face on the campus. He could dribble the ball, yes, and he had the skill of a young Neymar when it came to approaching the goal. But with those eyes and smile with dimples, and his full head of curls that were covered in a backwards snap-back most of the time, I couldn’t help but check him out instead of his moves on the field. He was the captain of the team, living up to his name. He was also a leader of the group outside of football, which made all the girls like him even more.

“Ahh,” Niall exhaled, “shame I don’t know you.”

This time, I shoved him, making him laugh. He was already a pain in my arse. “Fuck off.”

The boys were playing for around fifteen minutes now, without something happening that would probably make me do some work. The coach was getting into it, standing up every so often and giving the players some tips. He had really created a team, I felt like. You could feel the bond and fondness between them. When a player fell down, another player helped him up and patted him to ask if he was okay. When it almost went wrong and the opposing team had a shot at the goal, everyone from the team would shout positives to each other. It felt like a real team. This team wasn’t only together while playing, though. I had seen them all at parties together and they also liked to play outside of the games they already had.

I was really into it the first fifteen minutes, but now I was growing kind of bored. Sure, watching boys play was fun, but with no work or particular action, it was kind of boring. Especially since it was a friendly match. The one form of entertainment I got, however, was Niall, who was really into the game.

“Fuck’s sake, Leon! You’re a defender! You should play in the back!” He shouted profanities to his team mates, cheering them on.

When Niall saw that Leon didn’t comply, he nudged another player next to him and said something in his ear with a scowl on his face. It made me grin lightly in my seat, him being so serious. I liked watching them already.

“Come on!” He yelled again, standing up in his seat, “Run Louis! Go after…”

I was looking at Niall with a smile on my face. I also saw how his face turned into a grimace and his hands went to cover his mouth. “Oooh,”

I looked at the field, panicked. Niall nudged me, tapping his hands on my arm. I saw that Louis had fallen to the ground, his arms holding his leg up now, groaning in pain. It was probably his ankle. I didn’t know what to do at first, shocked that something had actually happened. I looked at Niall, who was already looking at me, nudging his head towards the field. “Go!”

I jumped from my seat, wanting to run straight to the victim. I saw the referee signing for me, which made me run onto the field even more desperately. After a couple of seconds of running, I realised I had forgotten my bag. Fuck. Seriously? Groaning to myself in embarrassment, I quickly grabbed my supplies and ran a little quicker to the boy who was lying on the field in pain.

“Hey,” I said as I approached him, a little out of breath from running so quickly.

He didn’t look at me, just kept touching his ankle. It made me frown, it was probably really bad. He was crying out in pain, and some teammates and opponents had gathered around him to see what happened. In the meantime I had wet the sponge in the bag that the coach had brought with him, stretching Louis’ leg. He didn’t really want to, resisting to want to move it.

“Don’t worry, it’ll be alright.”

As I was wetting his ankle to cool it down over his shoes, I tried to look if it was bruised or if it had swollen up. None so far that I could see, so that was a good sign. I stretched his leg a bit to keep it moving, but with his socks on, I couldn’t see if there were any wounds or cuts. I tried to sit him upright, but he wasn’t having it. “Calm down,” He hissed, still holding his ankle. He sat upright now, finally looking who was taking care of him. When he saw it was me, he raised his eyebrows.

“What’re ye doing here?”

I looked at him in shock, already not wanting to help him anymore. So much for running hurriedly over to him. I tried to not react to his degrading question, although it was hard. I continued to check out his foot, trying to place it straight down on the field. He placed his other food next to the injured one, and leaned on his knees with his elbows. The trainer gave Louis a bottle with water, which he gladly took. He took a large gulp, sitting there for a while. Was I overreacting or something? He seemed to be in a lot of pain, why was he now so calm and chilling?

I started grabbing my things, giving Louis one last look to see if he was okay. He seemed to be fine, being helped up by another team mate and testing to stand on it.

I couldn’t believe this, he was groaning about his ankle no less than one minute ago! What an idiot. Letting me come all the way over here for nothing. As I was walking away frowned my eyebrows in confusion. If it was going to be like this the whole time, I was gone. Not gonna happen. I was here for a reason and the team mates should take that seriously.

I looked back one last time to Louis who was now laughing with Brad, which resulted in me bumping into someone. His back was hard. He had drawn his head back so he could fill his mouth with water, causing me to also run into the back of this someone’s arms.

“Fuck, sorry.” I exclaimed, “I shouldn’t..”

When he turned his head around and I saw who it was, I immediately shut my mouth and stared at him. I was frozen into my place for a moment, not knowing what to say. He turned around completely, a dimple showing on his face. I blushed. He was even more attractive up close.

“Don’t worry about it, babe.” He didn’t look angry or anything at all, he actually smiled, which made me feel a little bit better. I wanted to keep on walking to let me soak in my distress towards the situation that just occured, when Louis spoke up again from behind us, “So who’s the pretty girl who wears tight ass clothes to her job?”

I heard him laugh quietly at his own remark, and he said it loud enough to let his mates in on it too. Instead of just ignoring him and walking on, I decided to turn around and shout after him,

“Someone who can actually pull it off.”

His team mates ‘oohed’ and ‘aahed’ at my quick remark. I sighed. Harry was still looking at me. I saw his face turn into a frown, silently apologizing to me with his gaze. I shrugged at him. My comeback towards Louis made me feel good again. He’s the idiot.

When I turned around again, and actually began walking, I smiled quietly to myself, forgetting the situation. This was going to be an interesting job.

The whistle blew, announcing the end of the game. For a practice match, the game went surprisingly well. There weren't any more instances or fake ankle injuries, what I was glad about. Harry had scored the one and only goal, which made the team go home with a win. Even though the game was for practice, they were pretty happy about it.

"Okay boys! Bundle up," the coach announced as everyone was walking off the field. I was still standing by the dug-out, not really knowing if I had to say goodbye or when the next game was. I saw everyone rounding around the coach, listening in, just like I did.

"Great game, happy about this one. Leon, next time: please bring your shin pads, so you could actually play and I could see what condition you're in. I have made notes and I will be announcing who's playing this Saturday, before the real game." The team looked around at each other, gauging who played good tonight and who didn't.

Apparently they used this match as a mock try-out, so the trainer and coach could see who were in shape and who weren't for the first big game on Saturday.

"Before you all go, I would like to introduce you to our new on scene doctor, who will be helping you if there's anything actually wrong." He glared at Louis when he said that last part, making him scowl.

I took a step forward, looking around the group. I saw that everyone was intensely looking at me, so I spoke up quickly, "Hi everyone, my name's Mattie and just like Patrick said, I'll be helping you guys out during the games."

"You'll help me out outside of the game, too?"

I ignored him, saw that Niall was once again encouraging me and disregarding his team mate who shouted that from the group, nodding his head for me to continue. I smiled a bit, and went on, "I'm studying to be a doctor, and I'm currently doing the bachelors for it, so yeah.."

Patrick, the coach, nodded at me and returned to the group, "For now, keep in shape boys and help each other out. I haven't decided anything yet so miracles can happen!"

The team shuffled away quietly, talking to each other. I tapped Patrick on his shoulder, "Sorry, coach, is there some place where I can put my bag so I don't have to bring it with me every time?"

He nodded, gazing above me to where the boys were walking, "Of course Mattie, just a moment,” He took two fingers in his mouth and whistled loudly, making me try to cover my ears, “Captain!" he shouted, "Harry come here!"

I turned around and saw that Harry was saying goodbye to his teammates, as he already heard his couch, before jogging over to us. He nodded at me, looking me up and down and placed his arms in his sides as a greeting and turned to Patrick, "What's up coach?"

Patrick cleared his throat and looked at me, "Mattie here would like to put her bag in the dressing room so she won't have to take it with her," he started grabbing his keys from his pocket, "you can show her, yes?"

Harry nodded, taking the keys from him. "No worries coach, I'll help her."

The coach patted Harry in his shoulder, "Thank you, bring the keys to my office tomorrow. And work on your left foot!"

Niall was waving goodbyes at me, so I quickly waved back, “Bye!” and turned towards Harry.

With the team and Niall gone, it was just Harry and I. It was still dark, with only the lights from the field still on. Harry jiggled the keys in front of us, and winked at me, "I'll show ya,"

It wasn't that I was nervous or anything, but I hesitated for two seconds before strolling behind him. He was so cocky, with his kit still on and smirking all the time. I couldn't help but watch him while he was playing. He had a certain glow around him, an aura that just radiated confidence. He could probably pull everything off and he certainly could wrap everyone around his finger.

"So you enjoyed the game, doc?"

I cringed at the nickname, but decided to let it go this time, "I enjoyed watching it yeah,"

Nodding, he faced me, "You liked my goal?"

He said it with a smirk and as if he knew I was watching him the whole time, which was true, but he didn't need to know that.

"Actually, I really liked how Leon could outrun everyone on the field.."

He stopped abruptly and turned around, in the middle of the path. Once he was fully in front of me, he leaned in, “I saw you watching me, you know.”

Because he stopped suddenly and leaned in immediately, I accidently took a step too much, almost bumping into him again. “Maybe I was watching Louis.”

He laughed, showing me his dimple as he looked to the side. “I know you weren’t, that douchebag really doesn’t know how to play it.”

I nodded my head, and rolled my eyes as if he was stating the obvious. “That’s right.”

I began walking again, not really knowing where to, but at least in the same direction we were already going. Harry followed me soon after, jumping into step with me. I already saw the building coming closer, which made me think of something. “Why aren’t you all showering in the dressing room after a game?”

He bumped his shoulder with mine, which made me notice the height difference we had. He was a lot taller than me, my eyes looking straight at his collarbones when I turned to look at him.

I looked up at him, raising my eyebrows in question.

“You would like to see that, huh?” He stated, smiling shyly at me.

I groaned, “Harryy..”

“Already moaning my name, I see.”

This time it was me that bumped my shoulder with him, making him laugh in response. “I was just joking, love.”

When we fell into step once more, he looked ahead and started explaining my question to me, “No we’re not there because it was a practise game and obviously we want to go home fast so we can go to the party later, so we just decided to shower at home.”

I nodded my head, kneading my eyebrows in confusion. There was a party tonight? I haven’t heard anything about that. I quite liked going to parties. Normally my friend Niamh made sure we could get invites so we could go together, but not tonight apparently. It was a Wednesday after all, so maybe she just wanted to stay in tonight. “A party?” I asked Harry.

He nodded, “Yeah it’s like a frat party only, I would have gotten you an invite but I didn’t really know you before this, soo..”

I laughed, grinning to myself. Harry was really nice. At least, nothing like I had pictured him to be in my head. I didn’t like to judge people before I knew them, but with Harry that was kind of inevitable. Also, I couldn’t exactly invite myself now since he said he didn’t know me but I already knew him. I was not going to make a fool of myself, obviously. So I just shrugged.

“Don’t worry about it.”

We had reached the building where the shower rooms were. We walked quite slow, and it was already quite late so it was kind of eerie here. No lights, the doors were all left open and there were no people to be seen.

“So these are our shower rooms,” Harry started as we walked into the building after he unlocked it, “We normally take the first one, so you can just put your stuff in there.”

The dressing room was big and spacious. Everyone had a seat, there was a whiteboard in there and the showers were in a separate room. The closet that stood against the wall next to the showers, held all the equipment. “There,” Harry said, as he took my bag and placed my stuff in, “A special place for you.”

As he placed my stuff in the closet, I could finally see how he’d looked up close. He still had his short sleeved football shirt on, revealing his tattoos on his arms. For a guy that was still in college, he sure had a lot of them. Not that I minded.

“Thank you Harry,” I smiled at him, at which he winked in return when he faced me again. Gosh, I could almost feel myself getting red. I was acting like a schoolgirl, I needed to step up my game. “I’ll remember this place,” I said, as I looked at the showers. I could almost imagine all the naked boys right here.

I smirked, glancing at the shower himself, “I’m sure you will.”

After making sure everything was locked and closed, we started to walk back to the parking lot. I was sure Harry was also with his car, considering campus was at least a twenty minute walk. Right as we reached our cars and I wanted to say goodbye, he faced me again and leaned on his already open door, “You know what, Mattie?”

I looked up from the inside of my car towards him, giving him a questioning look. “What?”

“You free Saturday?”

He said it so casually that I wasn’t sure how to respond. He wasn’t asking me out on a date was he? I mean, I was attracted to the guy but I barely knew him! And it wasn’t like I wanted to go out with him, really. But I did want to see him. With hesitation evident in my voice, I answered him, “Yeah, why?”

He saw my facial expression and laughed a bit, “To take you up on my offer. We’re having a party again at our house, so if you’d like to come?”

I almost sighed in relief, “Yeah, I’d like that, thank you Harry.”

He shot a quick wink at me as he started to climb in his car, “No worries!” As a last afterthought, right as I wanted to shut my door, I heard him shout, “And bring your friends!”

My friend Niamh was present at the game this time, too. We were here a little early, so we could catch up on our week and talk about everything that had happened to us. She was a friend from years ago, almost from when we were kids, so she knew everything about me. Unfortunately, she didn’t want to be a doctor and had chosen to go pursue her dancing career. She was really good at it, too. She was asked to dance in videoclips and she often performed on stage with singers or bands. It was her job now, one she always wanted. It made me proud of her, because she actually went for it, and ignored her parent’s complaints about it. She had proved them and their comments about how she was never going to make it, wrong.

We sat in the canteen, which was still fairly quiet. The game would start at two, and it was now one thirty. I had only been to a professional game once, and then I arrived at two on the dot and I didn’t even look if there were many people there. The only time I’d been here was when I met up with the trainer to see if this was the right place for me to take my extra credits. I could choose to work in an elderly home, or at the swimming pool, but I had decided that this would be more fun for me. I didn’t mind watching 22 boys running after a ball for two hours back to back, particularly.

Niamh had ordered a coffee whereas I preferred cold drinks over hot drinks, so I just stuck with some soda. “So how has your week been, Matts?” She said as she took a sip of her drink.

I smiled at her, excited to tell her she would be having something to do tonight, “Actually, I need to invite you to something.”

Her eyebrows perked up, and she placed the drink on the table, “To where?”

I grinned, “Harry Styles asked me if I wanted to come to this party at his house tonight, and said I could bring some friends.”

“No way!” She exclaimed gasping, “Harry Styles from the team?”

I nodded happily back at her, “That’s the one.”

She already started to grab her phone, so she could text our friends, I presumed. “When did he ask you this? I didn’t even know you talked to him!”

After I placed my drink down from taking a sip of it myself, I shrugged casually at her. “Well, I had to help at that game you know,” I said as she nodded at me, “And right after he had to show me where I could put my stuff and started talking about this party he had this Wednesday----”

“Oh yes!” She interrupted me with wide eyes, “So that’s the party Emily talked about! She said she had fucked the captain of the team, and that he was quite good. That’s Harry right?”

I paused, opening my mouth in surprise. “What? Yeah he is the captain.”

“That’s so sick! I have to text Emily about this party tonight then,” She said, grinning excitedly at me and putting her phone down to look at me again. “Anyway, go on, I’m listening.”

I coughed, choosing to ignore this disappointing bit of information, “Yeah so he told me about that party and that he couldn’t invite me then, which is a bit weird if I think about it now, but anyways, he invited me for tonight and said I could bring some friends.” I forced a smile on my face as I finished my story and looked at her.

She copied my smile, “That’s great! Maybe I can finally meet Niall and get to know him better, if you know what I mean,” She said as she wiggled her eyebrows.

I laughed, genuinely excited for her. “I hope you will!”

After I had finished my drink, I announced to Niamh that I had to leave if I wanted to be at the dug-outs on time. She wished me well, and said that she would see me tonight. After I hugged her and said goodbye to her and the bartender who had served us, I walked out of the canteen towards the shower rooms.

I needed to grab my bag if I wanted to be helping players today. Today they had to play against a popular college not far away from where we’re from, so it was kind of exciting to be able to see that. The coach had probably announced who would be playing and who wouldn’t for today, which made the pressure on the players to play well a tad bit higher. I knew that obviously Harry and Louis would be playing, along with our goalie Liam, but the rest of the team was still unsure. For me it would be kind of fun if Niall was still benched, just for entertainment, but he would rather be on the field, I’m sure. Hopefully his knee was doing better.

I had reached the shower rooms and discovered that the door was still open, allowing me to walk right in the building. I knew Harry said it was the first one when we dropped my bag off, so without hesitation I whipped open the door. Right as I did that, I heard commotion and deep yelling from from the inside, causing me to rapidly close the door again. Shit. How the fuck was I supposed to know they were still here, they were just warming up outside!

Bowing my head in embarrassment, I quickly walked out of the building. I would just grab my bag when they were out so I didn’t have to walk in with all of them staring at me. I waited outside, leaning against the wall and just staring ahead at the field they would be playing on. They were taking their sweet time. Probably just discussing the match quickly just before the game started, but to me it felt like ages.

The other team was walking towards the field in a pack, and the referee started to walk towards this building, probably to let our team know the game was about to start. I actually felt nerves bubbling in my stomach, with everything being so serious in comparison to the last game. There were a lot of supporters walking towards the bleachers, too.

I was just staring at the field again when the door opened and everyone on the team started to walk out. First it was the coach and trainer, who nodded in greeting. The coach was needed here too, apparently. I saw that Niall walked in the front with his jacket still on, so that meant he was benched again. When he walked by me, he ruffled my hair. “Hey Matts!”

“Hey!” I shouted after him, “I’m here to help you, you know!”

He turned around and laughed loudly, pointing at his knee, “Not me!’

At that, I didn’t have anything back to say knowing he was benched again, so I just shook my head.

“Is he messing with you?”

I heard Harry’s voice before I saw him, making me look up towards him. He was walking at the back of the team’s row to get out of the building with a smile on his face, standing out from everyone else walking before him.

When he reached me, he stopped and raised his eyebrows, awaiting my answer. “No it’s just Niall,” I told him, shrugging my shoulders indifferently.

“Right,” He smirked, “Well, I figured ‘t was you that tried to come in during our important speech, so I decided to grab your bag for you.”

My heart swelled just a little bit at his kind gesture, having not expected this at all from him. Shit, you should never listen to rumours, huh? He proved once again that he could actually be kind.

“Wow, Harry! Thank you so much. That’s so kind of you to do that!” I grabbed the bag from him and in a split second decided I wanted to hug him. I threw myself in his arms, catching him off guard for a second. My bag that I now carried in my hand whipped him in his back, causing him to groan in my shoulder. Hugging me back, he draped his arms slowly around me, positioning them right above my ass.

When I loosened my arms around him, I nodded my head towards the field, “You should probably go,”

He nodded in confirmation, still standing in close proximity to me. “I do.”

I placed my hand on his shoulder blades, and wished him luck for the game, “Break a leg Harry, or don’t actually.”

He laughed at my comment, showing me his dimples. Before he walked away towards the field, he winked at me, “I’ll try not to.”

When I saw him run on the field and give his teammates one last cheer for good luck, I smirked to myself watching him. It was a good choice to wear my tight yoga pants again, at least.

The game was very intense. Not like practise-match intense, but full on competition match intense. Louis luckily hadn’t faked any injuries yet, so that was a good sign. However, I had to run on the field in the first half for Liam, who had taken a good shot right in his eye. He fell to the ground, making me run on the field for him. When I got there, he was already sitting up and not at all groaning in pain like Louis had, making me smile a bit. At least Liam could handle something. I also discovered his injury wasn’t fake, because I could see a bruise forming immediately. I cooled it a little, but told him it would be better if he took some rest. He said that he’d be fine and would just tell me and the coach if he wanted to switch between the other goalkeeper and him. I was still a bit concerned, but he insisted. So I walked back with my supplies and some worries, hoping that it was really just a shot with the ball, and it wouldn’t turn out to be something worse.

The score was 2-1 for our team, with just ten minutes to go when I came back from grabbing some more water. It was so tense, all the players were proper going for it. The bleachers were filled with supporters, all reacting to the match as if their life depended on it. When the opponents came near our goal, they would stand up and shout at our defenders. And when our team was striking and near the opponents goal, they would yell and scream for us to score. I was nervous too. I was on the edge of my seat, hoping that the score would stay the same. I was fiddling with the hem of my shirt to stop myself from standing up and screaming towards the players.

We did have a good few people that came out to support us, yes. But our biggest supporter sat on the bench. He was biting his nails, screaming in frustration and cursing loudly whenever we missed a goal.

“Fuck! Who in their goddamn mind would even pass like that!”, or “Holy shit! That was fucking close!” and my favourite: “Son of a… get that fucking ball in the goal you arseholes!”

Least to say, I was entertained for the match.

Currently we had the ball on our side, passing each other the ball and walking forwards towards the goal. Once we had crossed the midfielders of the opponents, Zayn passed the ball towards Brad who then passed it on to Ben. Ben had a good shot, and could easily get the ball miles away. So when Louis sprinted towards the goal, Ben saw an opportunity to pass the ball onto him. He put the ball in front of him and shot the ball, right into Louis’ feet. I could see that Louis was looking for someone to help him out, because there were two defenders near the goal and he couldn’t pass them himself. Luckily Harry had seen it, and sprinted with him on the other side. He made sure he ran close to the goal but not to close, so he had the space to shoot the ball right in if he got it. He shouted for Louis to pass the ball onto him, and Louis immediately did. The ball was flying over the defenders, in a straight line towards Harry. Harry prepared for it, taking his foot back so he could place it right on it. He jumped, the ball almost near him, and kicked the ball---

Right before he could kick it, a defender sprung onto him making Harry fall right to the ground. “Nooooo!” Niall yelled loudly from beside me, “For fuck’s sake no!”

I heard everyone gasp from the audience, immediately voicing their worries from behind me. I panicked for a second, freezing in my spot. Shit! Harry just fell to the ground. He was laying there, in pain. I heard the coach shout my name, making me snap back to reality. Immediately I grabbed my bag, and ran towards him in a hurry. Shiiit. Why Harry? Others had gathered around him, so I couldn’t see how Harry was doing. Right as I arrived near him, I shouted for them to walk away.

“Everyone! Leave!”

My voice must have sounded really angry or intimidating, because everyone hurried away quickly. This way, I could finally see Harry. He was laying on the ground, on his back. He had his hands on his forehead, making me think there was something wrong with his head. Hopefully he didn’t have a concussion or something. The defender that had pushed him to the ground, was still looking at Harry. He was probably worried about what he’d done, but I didn’t care.

“What are you doing? Leave!”

He started saying that he was sorry, and that he could help, but I wasn’t having it. “I don’t care, leave before I force you.”

He nodded, worry evident on his face. For a second I felt bad, but then I saw that Harry was still laying here, and then those thoughts escaped my mind right away. The defender walked away eventually, leaving me alone with Harry. I looked at him, seeing how he had one hand over his head, feeling for bruising. The moment I sat down next to him, he turned his head towards me. He opened his eyes, and smiled.

“Am I dreaming?”

Relief washed over me immediately. At least he could still make jokes. I began sitting next to his head, wetting my sponge once again and placing it over his head. “You okay, Harry?”

He nodded, his head in front of my knees on the ground. I looked at him from above, so that I could see how his body reacted when I would do certain things to see if he was okay. Right now I had my hands on his forehead with the sponge in between, “I’m fine actually, Mattie. I just wanted you to come save me.”

I rolled my eyes, not believing him. “No you didn’t.”

He laughed, causing his chest to go up and down, “I did,” He smirked, his eyes shining as he looked at me.

I shook my head in disbelief, staring at him smiling at me for a second. But then I remembered I could take revenge. He saw that I was wetting the sponge again, and began to sit up straight. “No you won’t!’

I began splashing him with water in revenge, making him soaking wet. I was laughing my ass off, seeing him so flustered and shocked at what I was doing. “Mattie! Shit, stop!”

I was aware that the rest of the team and the coach were still watching us, so I stopped splashing him, throwing the sponge in the water bag. I took a step towards his soaked body, pressing my lips together and looking him in the eye mischievously. “Next time you’ll play a joke on me like that, I’ll take you to the hospital so you’ll have to sit next to Niall for a month.”

He laughed loudly, throwing his head back. “Noted, doc, noted.”

As I walked away smiling and the referee began gathering everyone together again, I heard him shout one more thing after me, “I’ll pay you back tonight Mattie! Watch out!”

I just shot my middle finger in the air, hearing him bark out another laugh in response.

The party was in full swing when Niamh, Emily, Joey and I arrived. It was in Harry’s and his roommates’ house, one that I had never been in before, let alone seen how packed it could be. Everyone that was just a little bit known around campus, was there. I recognized some people from my class, and others I knew because they were popular around campus.

When we arrived, the door was unlocked and you could just walk right in. That wasn’t unusual with the parties I went to, if we ever went to house parties. There was a pile of jackets formed, so we just threw ours over it. Joey and Emily claimed they knew some people and went off to speak to them, leaving me and Niamh alone at the party.

“Let’s have a drink,” Niamh said to me over the loud music, “We need to get drunk to process this!”

I nodded in agreement, already taking her arm towards the kitchen. It was already quite busy, but we had come a little late. We didn’t want to be the first ones to arrive, as we didn’t know a lot of people here. All the drinks were placed on a table, leaving us with a lot of choice of what we wanted to drink tonight. I hadn’t realised before this that these college boys actually spend a lot of time planning these things. They had a lot to think about. And to be fair, they had done a good job at it.

We had appropriately dressed ourselves, luckily. Since we didn’t really know what to expect, we just went for black: Niamh wearing a tight dress with spaghetti straps and me wearing a skirt with a t-shirt. It was something you could never go wrong with.

I poured myself some alcohol, waiting for Niamh to do the same. Once we both had our drinks, we leaned against the table and started looking at people. This was our favourite activity to do. You saw some crazy people at parties, so we had a lot to think about.

“Oh wow, there’s already people on the edge of drunkenness.” Niamh laughed, raising her eyebrows at a boy who had run straight towards the loo. “Jesus wept.”

“Shit,” I exclaimed, looking at a girl who had just came in with a gift in her hand, “It’s someone’s birthday? Did we need to bring a gift?”

She just shrugged her shoulders at me. “No fucking clue.” And resumed to look around the room. We had been sipping on our drinks lightly, just enjoying the music that was blasting loudly and how everyone was dancing and talking with each other.

“Look at that girl, she's going for it!” Niamh pointed out at me, looking at a girl that was standing in the middle of the room, dancing her ass off. I followed her gaze, seeing how the girl was dancing to the music, not caring about anyone it seemed like. I wish I could be like her. “She’s really good!”

Right as I wanted to respond to Niamh, I saw that Louis had walked in the door she was close to. I rolled my eyes and turned around, looking at the sink.

“What’re you doing?” Niamh asked me incredulously, looking at me over her shoulder.

“I don’t know,” I answered her, “He just annoys me.”

She came to stand beside me, searching for my eyes. “How? Last time we talked about him you said he was hot!”

I shrugged my shoulders again, “He’s just annoying.”

“Right.” She answered, turning around again and taking a sip of her drink. “If you want to fuck him just tell me. I could be your wing woman.”

I bumped my hips with hers, and turned around to look at the crowd again, “Never.”

She laughed, standing up straight and finishing up her drink. “Okay then, just tell me why another time. I just saw Harry come in and you need to talk with him.”

Immediately I felt my stomach go wild. Shit. My eyes began to search around the room, looking for his head of curls amongst the crowd. I found him talking with a friend of his from his team, who’s name I couldn’t remember. Harry looked extremely attractive tonight. Instead of the usual kit I saw him in, he wore all black. His black vans stood out with the other clothing he wore, black skinny jeans and a plain black t-shirt. Even with such a simple look, he made it seem like he wore a million dollars. As he was talking, his jawline moved with his mouth and it made me just weak in the knees. He was actually so hot, how hadn’t I fully appreciated this man before?

It seemed like he was asking if his friend wanted a drink, because he leaned into him with his ear, nodded and started walking away towards the kitchen. Oh no, why had I been sitting in the kitchen, so obviously out in the open? He strode confidently towards the drinks, when in mid-walk he saw me sitting there. Niamh also recognised him and saw he was walking over here, so she made up an excuse to leave. “Just need the loo for a moment,”

I couldn’t answer her, because Harry interrupted my thoughts. He was also smirking at me as he arrived right in front of me, only leaving a few inches in between us. I crossed my arms, looking up at him challengingly.

“Hey doc,” he greeted, speaking in a raspy voice. He began to smile mischievously, making me wonder what he was going to say, “Or should I say, hero?”

I groaned out loud, hitting him in the chest with one hand, and shaking my head. It made him laugh, making his chest vibrate. I could almost feel the vibrations with how close we were. “Shut up,”

He was still chuckling a bit as if he were still thinking about it. Suddenly he stopped, and looked me right in the eyes. “Really though, that was really hot with how you fought everyone out of your way for me.”

I felt my face go warm and I tried to not to smile too much. “Thank you,” I said, straightening up a bit and raising my chin up at him, “But like hell that I fought everyone away.”

He gasped, nudging me with his arms “Heyy, you did!” he said with a fake offense, frowning his eyebrows, “You were basically performing CPR on me with the way you acted!”

I laughed, making me lean into him a little bit and hide in his shoulder. When I brought myself back in front of him, I raised my eyebrows at him, “You would like me to give you a mouth to mouth performance, wouldn’t you?”

My heart skipped a bit when he got all serious and looked me straight in the eye. “I would,”

Our eye contact was intense, I could feel it in my stomach. He was so close to me, I could feel his breath on my face. I was almost certain that he could feel my heartbeat against his chest. We weren’t even touching completely, but it was beating so hard that I wouldn’t doubt it. I looked at his green eyes, to his plump and pink lips. They were a nice shape, and I felt the urge to just kiss them. I didn’t though, maybe he did this with every other girl he tried to get in his bed.

I was proven right when he took my hand, “Come with me,”

I tried to act confused, furrowing my eyebrows, “Where to?”

He didn’t respond, just tugged on my hand and began leading the way. People weren’t even looking at us, they were dancing or drinking and talking. And even though I liked doing those things at parties, this thing that I thought Harry was planning to do with me, seemed much more fun.

He made his way towards the door to go upstairs, avoiding bumping in with people or getting splashed by someone’s drink. Once we were on the way up he let go of my hand so we could walk better. There were only one or two people upstairs, making out with each other or searching for someone. Two doors were open out of the four, and Harry went into a closed one with me.

He revealed his bedroom to me, which was completely dark apart from the moon that lit up the room a little bit. His room was mostly a dark blue, with a grey colour covering the one wall that wasn’t blue. His bed stood in the middle of the room with two bedside tables next to it. He had a desk and his sports bag that he had used still stood in his room, untouched. He didn’t have a desk, but a dresser was shoved against the wall. Once I did my onceover, I saw Harry standing in front of his bed, looking at me.

He smiled, and began to walk over to me again, making me back into the door once he reached me completely. He stood closer than he did when we were in the kitchen, his pelvis against mine and his chest leaning against my body. “Hey,” He said again, even raspier this time.

I looked up at him, examining his face, “Hey.”

He cleared his throat, and hesitated a bit, “Can I kiss you?”

I hesitated, “One thing.”

He raised his eyebrows, “Tell me you don’t fuck girls every week, otherwise I won’t be able to handle this.”

He took a step back, frowning, “Who told you that?”

Looking up at him, I felt myself growing more nervous, “Just hear that about you.”

He looked up at the ceiling, then back at me. “I promise you Mattie. I didn’t bring you here or invite you just to fuck you. I’d happily talk with you all night. You seem fun.”

I smiled, “And,” he continued, “my roommates are the ones who get laid every party. I do have sex yeah, but I promise you, I haven’t had sex since the first week of this semester.”

With the sincerity in his eyes, I believed him, “Okay, you can kiss me now.”

“Only if you want to.”

I looked into his eyes, “I really do.”

With one nod and another reassuring glance he was in the clear and we were done with being slow. He smacked his lips against mine, moving his arms from against the door to my body. Roaming his hand around my hips to my ass as he hungrily kissed me. I kissed him back, recuperating his movements. He squeezed my ass, making me gasp a little bit, giving him access to use his tongue in the kiss as well. I moved my arms from his shoulders to his neck, pushing him closer to me with my fingertips in his hair. Our tongues were wet and desperate, making the kiss hot and heavy. Once he had enough of just making out, he grabbed me by my thighs and lifted me up, turning me around towards the bed.

I fell backwards onto his soft mattress, with Harry on top of me. My legs were around him in an instant, crossing my feet on his back. I still had my sneakers on and all my clothes, but not for long. Harry’s hand went from my ass to the hem of my shirt. I lifted my back for him, pausing in the kiss, to let him take my top off in one swift movement, leaving me in my bra. I didn’t wear my sexiest bra, but he didn’t seem to mind. His mouth went from the sweet spots on my neck towards my cleavage, leaving wet kisses on my body. He was already working on getting my bra off, pushing the straps off my shoulders. I sat upright for him, making him readjust his position to get closer to me. He was struggling with the clasp, so I unclasped my bra for him and threw it on the ground. He didn’t waste any time cupping my breasts, feeling them and leaning in my neck to leave some more spots, but I wasn’t having it. I pushed him away on his chest, making him stand on the ground again. He looked at me in confusion for a moment, until I stood up and pushed him on the bed. I bent my knees so I could reach his t-shirt, and he got the idea. Moving his arms up to let me take his shirt off, he gladly let me do it.

His chest was revealed to me, just like mine was to him. This wasn’t enough, though. I crouched on my knees completely so I was level with his belly button, and began to unbutton his jeans. His bulge was evident in the tight material, so when I moved the zipper down I cupped him over his jeans and pants, making him groan in response.

“Fuck, Mattie.”

I just smiled at him, moving to tug at his jeans. He got the hint and thrust his hips up, so I could take his jeans off. Once they were off, he was just left in his boxers. I moved a little closer to him, so I was level with his bulge, making me look up at him with wide eyes. “Impressive,” I smirked.

He wasn’t having it, and took his boxers off immediately, revealing his dick to me that sprung to his stomach. He must be proper into it, because I had never had a man be this turned on from just kissing. He threw his boxers onto the pile we had already made, and leaned on his arms so he could look at me properly. I took him in my hands, gliding my thumb over his tip. I looked at him for his consent, and he nodded at me eagerly. That was all I needed before I licked him on the tip. He responded loudly, groaning and moaning through the room. I never knew he was so loud in the bedroom.

I licked him from his balls to the tip, and let him slip in my mouth to take all of him. He moved his hand in my hair, not pushing me, but finally having something he could do with his hands.

I started bobbing my head up and down, all the while looking at him how he responded to me. His eyes were closed and his pink lips were voluminous and opened just slightly.

I enjoyed giving blowjobs, especially if it was someone as responsive as Harry. He was groaning and moaning for me, letting me know how much he enjoyed it. “A-ah,” He cried once I hit him in the back of my throat. “Fuck,”

Kissing his tip, feeling his balls and sliding my tongue over his dick was making me wet as well. He still had one hand in my hair, the other going from my arms that were drawn over his upper thighs. My naked boobs rested on his naked legs, and my still clothed butt was stuck in the air.

He slid his hand over my arm and went to my back, leaning over my head that was still bobbing over his cock. Once he could reach the hem of my skirt, he started moving the zipper. At least, trying to.

I stopped sucking him off and let my mouth pop when his dick was out of my mouth, making him moan in annoyance. I quickly took my skirt and panties off and went back on my knees in front of him, when he was the one that stopped me this time. He grabbed my arms and basically threw me on the bed, covering my body immediately. Fuck, he was good.

He started kissing me again, while I searched for his dick and began giving him a handjob. He cupped my breasts and squeezed them. I started leading his dick towards my entrance, giving him a hint of what I wanted. He backed away to look at me with wide eyes, paused for a bit and went to his dresser to get a condom. I watched him as he slid it on, and grabbed his shoulders as he started to position himself in front of me. Before he did, he looked at me once more. I nodded in approval, and he slid himself in me slowly. I could feel him filling me up immediately, making me throw my head back in bliss. “Fuck, Harry..”

“You like my dick, don’t you?” He said as he began thrusting into me.

I could only nod in response, gasping as he looked at me, “Tell me,” he said as he thrusted into me hard once, “Tell me how you feel.”

His trust were getting harder with each second I wasn’t responding, because I could only moan in pleasure, “Fuck Harry,” I moaned, “I feel so good..”

He reacted with his hips. Thrusting into me rapidly, making my breasts go up and down and the bed creak against the wall. “I know, baby, I know.”

“Holy shit, I do.”

He started to kiss my neck, hungrily going for it as my legs crossed at his back once again. I was certain that the guests that were still here could hear us, but I didn’t give a shit. I wanted to everyone to know that he was fucking me, and not some other girl.

“You’re so good baby, I knew it,”

I started to roam his back with my arms, feeling his muscles move each time he thrusted. His dick was so long and hard that he hit the right spots inside of me each time. I could feel my head getting a little lighter, and my stomach filled with warmth. “I’m gonna cum, Harry, please,”

“Begging for it, see?” He cockily stated once he moved to look at me again, he even had a smirk on his face when he was fucking me. “Knew you would do me good,”

“Mhh, Harry, almost there,”

“Me too, baby, me too.”

He thrusted a couple more times before I could really feel it, my pleasure taking over me completely. I came hard, my legs trembling around him and my head thrown back. My orgasm made me cry out loud, and he was still going at it.

He was coming too, I knew it. His thrust became harder before they slowed down, squeezing his eyes shut in pleasure. He groaned loudly when he came, looking beautiful while he did. His cheeks had gone slightly pink, making his lips stand out even more, and his hair was all dishevelled and damp with sweat. Once I felt that he filled the condom inside of me, he opened up his eyes and slid out of me.

We both smiled at each other and started catching our breaths from out intensive activities, “Fuck, Mattie.” He laughed, pulling out of me completely and leaned on his arms to stand up. Once he cleaned up the condom, throwing it in the bin, he started walking back to the bed. He plopped on it, almost on top of me. “That was good.”

I nodded in response, “Almost as good as Louis’ goals.” I smirked, hoping to get a reaction out of him with bullshit.

He laughed, letting his head fall on the pillow, “Shut up.”

There we lay, both naked over the covers with our chest moving as we breathed, still hearing the thumping music from downstairs where the party was still going in full swing.

“I told you,” He started, looking at me playfully, “I would get you wet later.”

I groaned, but couldn’t help to let a laugh escape. I grabbed my pillow from underneath my head, saw how he was smiling to himself, and smacked him in the head with it.

Payback, my arse.