AFTERMATH ASK MEME ||Â âThatâs very onions of you.â for @ofdirectordanversâ
Matt didnât plan to show up at the precinct. He didnât plan to get involved in the case that was dropped on Jenâs desk. He knew he needed to keep a low profile, and he was entirely planning to follow that plan â but then he actually cast his hands over the pages, picked up on the details as they went through his audio reader, and he realised he couldnât ignore this case. It was like it was cherry picked right for him, a teenage kid dragged into something and the blame placed squarely on his shoulders because it was convenient. There was a break in the interrogation, so Matt went out into the hall to grab a cup of water. Thatâs when he heard a voice, and he realised heâd pressed the hot water button instead of the cool water, judging by the warmth of the cup in his hand. âColor coding doesnât exactly work for me,â he replied, gesturing to his shades with a self deprecating smirk. âYou mind pointing me in the right direction?â
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AFTERMATH ASK MEME ||Â âYouâre on fire tonight.â for @handassassinâ
Elektra wasnât saying anything. She was just sitting back in the hotel room, watching Matt lose his goddamn mind, and she wasnât saying anything. She always fought back. She always rose to the occasion, always made it so that Matt couldnât breathe for the irritation welling up in his chest, in his throat, in his heart. She was everything that made him mad and everything that calmed him down all condensed into one person, and he had been ranting for the past half an hour about life and death and how he needed to get himself together, and how he had friends that were expecting him, and how his recovery wasnât going to plan, and how she was alive and he was alive and they both shouldâve died down there âŚ
And she said nothing. Until right now. Matt turned to her voice, a muscle clenching in his jaw. âDo you wonder why, Elektra?â he snapped, but the anger receded somewhat, now that she was speaking again. He hated when it did that. âIâ I had a life, Elektra. I donât regret leaving it, but coming back isnât just as easy as ⌠Coming back isnât as easy as choosing to leave in the first place, alright?â
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AFTERMATH ASK MEME ||Â âDemons? Is that what you like?â for @vengeancedemonâ
Matt made a certain name for himself as Daredevil. He gained a reputation that he wasnât expecting, developed a legacy that he used to be proud of but now resented. There was only so far he could take anonymity now when his fighting style hadnât changed, and he had reverted back to his old outfit. The horns were gone, the red, the body armour â but still he found himself moving in similar ways, utilising the batons as Stick had ⌠as Stick had taught him. It was only so long before someone would approach him, and Matt didnât even start when they did.â âDevils,â Matt corrected, âbut I guess theyâre one and the same. Glad to see Iâm recognisable.â He paused, smelling the air. âYou smell like a barbecue. No gasoline, though. Guessing you werenât the one setting the fire?â
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(â â unknown):Â wait, really? What happens if someone sends you a picture? It describes whatâs on it?
(â â unknown):Â Iâm just curious, but you donât have to answer that.
(â â Unknown):Â It just says they sent a picture, and I have to get someone else to describe it.
(â â Unknown):Â Itâs fine. People usually are curious.
(â â Unknown):Â Mostly I just live in suspense.
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(âď¸ âĄď¸ MM): Itâs inevitable, Matthew. Weâre inevitable.Â
(âď¸ âĄď¸ MM): Why do you keep denying that?Â
(â â Elektra):Â Because when you say things like that, all I can think about is you dying again.
(â â Elektra):Â You didnât have to hold me, Elektra.Â
(â â Elektra):Â Iâm not doing that again.
(â â Elektra):Â UNSENT Not unless I go with you, properly this time. Delete message.
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Matthew Murdock was a challenge and he was one that Elektra thoroughly enjoyed. Everything else was easy. Killing people was easy. Sparring was easy with every other opponent. This was the most difficult thing that she ever had to do and for once in her life - she wasnât sure that she was succeeding. Her mission had been to seduce Matthew Murdock. In that - she was successful. She needed to recruit him to the Chaste. She was trying. Her mission was to seduce and use him to her advantage. To the Chasteâs advantage to destroy the Hand. Never to fall in love with him.Â
Yet - she was head over heels and it terrified her. She wouldnât let him know how much power he had over her. She knew how much she had over him, but Elektra would never show her cards to Matthew. At least, not all of them. They were in a game of tug of war and neither of them relented. Elektraâs nails dug into his chest, her patience wearing thin, but her arousal only heightening with each passing moment. âMatthew,â she breathed his name, a soft, impatient whine knowing the things that it would do to him.Â
There was nothing that could affect Elektra in the way that Matthew Murdock did. It was almost embarrassing the way that a single look from him could send her heartbeat into a frenzy. Sheâd been trained to be an assassin. Sheâd been trained in seduction. Trained in lying. Yet somehow - this man had this big of a hold over her. She knew it would be best to forget about the mission. She knew that it would be better if she ran. But that was the problem. She didnât want to.Â
Elektra knew what she wanted. She knew that she wanted Matthew. However, she didnât like to make it easy for him. She liked making his life challenging. A living hell. Matthew pushed her against the wall and Elektra wasnât sure that she ever felt more alive. Sans for when they sparred. Her back hit the wall and she melted into his touch, her body conforming to his. She kissed him heatedly, pulling back to murmur against his lips. âNo,â she breathed, turning them so that he was the one pressed to the wall. âYou give it to me.âÂ
Every sound she made was thrilling, every move enticing. How was Matt supposed to focus on anything else, how was he supposed to want to, when Elektra was right there beside him, in front of him, in the back of his mind, constantly drawing attention back to herself? There was no one else who could touch her like this, hear her like this, love her like this. Matt needed to take the opportunity he had been given and show how grateful he was for it. Law school was one thing, but all the successful cases in the world didnât compare to the power Elektra gave to him. When he was standing beside her, everything else faded to nothingness. There was no problem she couldnât solve, no issue they couldnât handle together.
They could go anywhere, do anything. Matt knew the crash would come eventually. He knew his mind would act against him, knew before long he would be back down to the dark rock bottom he was so familiar with, but for now, it felt so out of sight he couldnât even imagine it. âSay it again,â he choked out, and it took a few attempts for it to even become audible to anyone apart from his own enhanced hearing. Elektra would know anyway. Her grip on him tightened, and he knew she could feel his chest rise and fall with increasing speed, his heart pounding under her hands.
Elektra pushed against him, and Matt immediately went to kiss her, not able to hold back. Elektra had the same idea, and his hands went from her hips to curve around her cheek, brushing against her jawline. âI loveââ He was cut off, though, by the sudden shift in weight, feeling his own back hit against the brick. No one else could catch him off guard like that. No one could distract him while making him feel as alive as he ever had. Matt let out a burst of laughter, a grin coming onto his face, and he didnât bite down on his lip to stop it, didnât feel like it was something he needed to hide.
Thatâs what she gave to him. No rug waiting to be pulled out from under him. Passion and excitement and unpredictability, but no confusion. Not now. âI will,â he promised, breathlessly, pushing his wrists only slightly against her grasp, not nearly enough to try breaking free. He didnât want to. âFor the rest of my life, Elektra, you ⌠you get anything you want, always.â
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Every time that Karen thought she had a grip on her life, the world had a way of surprising her and turning things upside down. It happened with her brother. The move to New York. Frank. Their child. They were finally in a good place - married, waiting for their daughter. Things had been normal when she went to sleep and the next morning she woke up inside her Fagan Corners bedroom. Still nine months pregnant, no Frank in sight - Karen was a mess. Then, just as she was breaking down, her brother barged into her bedroom and things werenât so simple anymore. Turned out she was in an alternate universe.Â
When she woke back up in her normal surroundings with Frank at her side, sheâd been relieved. However, she was also a little bit disappointed. Karen went to her doctor to make sure that nothing was wrong after the whole universe jumping thing. Everything checked out and she just had to wait a few more weeks. The blonde settled onto the couch, choosing not to go to the office for the day. She was uncomfortable and sleep no longer came easily. Sheâd spent so long fearing the birth of their daughter, but now? She just wanted to hold her and see her feet again. Karen had finally gotten comfortable when there was a knock at the door.Â
âGod damn it,â she cursed under her breath as she attempted to get off of the couch, âGive me a second!â Karen struggled for a second before getting to her feet and waddling towards the door. The blonde opened the door before stopping dead in her tracks when she saw who was on the other side. Was she in a different alternate universe? It wasnât possible.Â
âMattâŚâ His name left her lips in a choked whisper. The grief that sheâd swallowed months ago came roaring back, along with a hint of irritation. All of that was magnified times a thousand because of her hormones. Karen slammed the door in Mattâs face immediately, pinching the bridge of her nose as she tried to work out what was happening. He wasnât alive. Sheâd mourned him for months. She still did when it was late and she saw a picture of them. When she passed the restaurant theyâd gone to on their first and only date. Josieâs. Their old law firm. He wasnât alive but the sight of him on the other side of her closed door stated differently.Â
Karen reopened her door and without thinking immediately slapped Matt across the face.Â
He should stay away from her. Matt knew he needed to stay away from her â knew that all he managed to bring to Karen Page was hurt in one form or another. Taken by the Russians. Screaming at him on the steps of the courthouse. The brokenness in her voice that day in the abandoned office of Nelson and Murdock when he pulled the mask from a paper bag. How her hands shook immediately after he told her the truth, when he pressed her hand to his chest to prove he wasnât lying.
At the end of the day, he lost Karenâs trust. He lost it over and over again, broke it down with each lie that passed his lips. He said back then that he was doing it to protect her, but now he knew the only way to do that was to stay the hell away â but then she trusted him again. This other version of her, this younger version, this version that smelled of alcohol and had a heart rate affected by drugs ⌠she trusted in him instinctively, and so a part of Matt â a stupid, hopeful part that wouldnât die no matter how much he tried to smother it â thought maybe the same could be true for this universeâs Karen.
Maybe there really was a chance of redemption with everyone. Maybe Karen was his.
She called out to him, and Matt felt his breath catch in his chest. His hands shook until he shoved them into his pockets. He was in a suit jacket, an outfit Maggie had pulled together for him, looking every inch the same as he had been when Karen saw him last. Her voice was familiar, her heart beat familiar ⌠but then there was something else. Another heart beat. Someone was with her.
Matt. He planned out what he was going to say to her, how he was going to explain. It all died in that moment. Karen slammed the door, the reverberations making Matt clutch his head and let out a hiss of pain, so when she opened it again, he was just recovering before he sensed her hand coming for him.
He could have stepped back. He couldâve stopped her. He couldnât dodged it easily, had done a hundred times. But he didnât. He just let her palm meet his cheek, let his head be turned with it, almost revelling in the sting that went through his face. âI deserved that,â he said, and it wasnât the first thing he wanted to say, but it made sense. âKaren, I ⌠you probably have a lot of questions.â
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After an episode, Sarah always liked to go to church. No matter what time it was. Luckily, there was at least one church left in Hellâs Kitchen that subscribed to the idea that no church should ever lock its doors. She wondered if people took advantage of that in more sinister ways than she was.Â
Sarah was lighting the candles around the alter, just to scare off some of the chill of the November night. She was just finishing the last one when she heard the doors open behind her. âI hope itâs all right,â she called out. âI promise to take care of them when Iâm ââ But when she turned, it wasnât a priest or a nun who stood there. Just an ordinary person, like herself. âOh,â she said softly, smiling to herself. âSorry, I was expecting â doesnât matter,â she said, tossing the spent match into the receptacle. She walked towards him, down the long aisle. âWere you hoping for a quiet prayer, or is a little conversation all right?âÂ
It wasnât as rare as most people would believe to have visitors at all hours of the day. Sister Maggie mustnât sleep, because every time Matt woke up with a start from a nightmare, he could hear her whispering softly to patrons a few floors above him, her voice lulling him back into a fitful sleep. Tonight, though, he could tell she was curled up in her bed, so he took it upon himself to walk up and see who came in instead. It was the least he could do, he rationalised â and maybe he wouldnât mind being alone when yet again, he felt like he shouldâve woken up covered with a thick coating of rubble.
âIâve been told Iâm unexpected,â Matt quipped, a small smile coming onto his face. She sounded kind, though that mightâve been the night. People always spoke more softly when it was dark outside â people apart from Matt, who saw the darkness at all times, so it lost its power. He moved down the aisle. Having left his stick down in the basement, he navigated instead by touching the pews as he walked past them. âIâm staying here, for a while,â he explained, after a long beat. âSister Maggie keeps telling me to go under Maryâs gaze for a while, get some insight. Kind of hard when you canât see where her statue is.â He gestured to his eyes, suddenly feeling naked without his shades on. âIâm not much of a conversationalist,â he replied, âbut I donât mind listening.â
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âThe first what?â Nadia asked clearly, not entirely catching on at first. She supposed most people her age probably didnât go to lawyers that often. Maybe he was retired here, and he just didnât help superheroes like her that often. Jarvis leaned forward, whispering the answer in her ear. âOh! Really? But you seemed like such a good lawyer. Janet recommended you and everything, and she has refined taste.â She posed dramatically before remembering he couldnât see. She couldnât imagine why he wouldnât have a bunch of clients.
 âSort of?â she said, rocking on her feet. âYou helped me become a yankee doodle.âÂ
Jarvis sighed behind her. âYou helped Miss Nadia obtain her citizenship ⌠in our world.â
âThe first to look for me. Typically people show up looking for Ms. Walters, instead.â Matt didnât exactly blame them â for one, he was supposed to be dead, for another, Jen was by far the safer choice if you wanted legal representation. She was far from normal, but at least she was guaranteed to show up to court. She was less likely to be bleeding out on her couch, after all. âJanet?â Matt repeated, raising an eyebrow. He could hear the girl shift in front of him, could map out a vague picture of how she was standing, but he didnât let it register on his face. It was easy to keep a smile off, after all.
Yankee doodle. Of course this is what Matt would get when the universes spliced together. At least she wasnât an ex-girlfriend. Heâd take an eager teenager over that any day. âIs that what you want help with now?â he asked. He paused for a moment before speaking again. âI wouldnât worry too much. The heroes will probably patch something together and send you on your way again before long.â He moved back around to the other side of his desk, using his hand to guide his path. âDo you ⌠have someplace to stay?â
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(âď¸ âĄď¸ MM): Meet me there.Â
(âď¸ âĄď¸ MM): We can spar like old times.Â
(â â Elektra):Â I canât.
(â â Elektra):Â We canât keep doing this, Elektra.
(â â Elektra):Â UNSENT You died the past two times we tried it, remember? Delete message.
(â â Elektra):Â What happened on the roof was a mistake.Â
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(â â unknown): I'm really glad that I didn't say anything too personal then. đŹ
(â â Unknown):Â My phone reads out my texts, and I live in a church, so Iâm really glad of that too.
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(âď¸ âĄď¸ MM - unsent): You donât think that I felt exactly the same, Matthew?Â
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(âď¸ âĄď¸ MM): Yes.  Â
(âď¸ âĄď¸ MM): [location attached]Â
(â â Elektra):Â Thatâs the one.
(â â Elektra):Â I havenât been back in two years.
(â â Elektra):Â It always reminds me of you.
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âDonât ask,â she mumbled. She refused to look at him, focused instead on ripping the metal handcuffs off her wrist and tossing them aside. The cops would be pissed. They were always pissed at her, even when she goddamn cooperated â which was more often than people thought. She didnât care, it was easier to imagine the annoyance of the NYPD than think about what was happening in front of her now.Â
Jessica closed her eyes tight, inhaling sharply. She remembered the sound of it â the rumble of falling concrete, the dust that flew into the air as part of the skyline disappeared. The red and blue police lights flashing across the scene, but no screams. No tears. No one, except a select few, even knew that there had been a loss.Â
She turned back to him, staring at the scars across his arms. âSo we fought ninjas, and then nuns brought you back?â She sighed. âThat might be the most unbelievable thing Iâve ever heard, and Iâve heard some shit, Murdock,â she muttered, running a hand through her hair. There was something wrong about it â losing Matt had been one thing, a terrible thing, another weight on her shoulders, another name on the list she was responsible for, but this felt wrong. More wrong than Trish, or Coulson, or even⌠âYou owed to me?â she repeated, jaw clenching, hands tightening into fists. âWhat kind of backwards, Catholic-guilt logic led you to that bullshit conclusion? Jesus,â she breathed, slamming a fist against the table. Barely even denting it, but just enough to release some of the tension coursing through her.
âIt sounds ⌠Biblical. I wouldnât expect it,â Matt replied, because he was never very good at shutting up when it counted, especially when it came to Jessica Jones. Theyâd poked at the soft, sensitive spots of each other since the day they met, never relenting, and when he heard her voice now all he could think of was sitting in that kidâs living room, running his fingers over the piano keys. He wanted his son to be proud of him. It took fifteen years for someone to look at Jack Murdockâs death in that way, and Matt hadnât known what to do with it. He didnât know what he did to deserve that kind of insight â and he sure as hell didnât change anything that he did after that point to rectify the fact that he didnât.
After all, he knew what it was like to be left behind. He knew what it was like to hold someone in your arms, knowing they were dead, and he knew the flip side, too â to be told that Mom was just out to the shops, and realise days later that Mom wasnât coming back. His earliest memory was of someone who was supposed to love him above all else leaving, and Matt followed in her footsteps.
âI was never gone, technically,â Matt replied. âMore on the brink.â If his heart stopped beating and he returned, he wasnât sure what he would do with that. âYouâre a woman who can lift an elevator,â he deadpanned. Arguing was pretty much the worst thing he could do in this scenario, but when had Matt ever been good at this? âI owed it toââ Jessicaâs fist flew through the air, and Matt took a step back, mostly because he knew the sound would be deafening to him as she hit the table.
A muscle in his jaw clenched, and he let out a sharp breath through his nose. âWhat do you want me to say?â he asked. âYou think this isâ You think I wanted to come back?â
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The city was in chaos and Matthew Murdock was standing in front of her. She was supposed to come back to New York with no distractions. The chaos was fitting. Elektra thrived upon it and knew that it wouldnât be a problem. Matthew Murdock, however - he was a different story entirely. Heâd been just another guy at the bar. Another mission that she was bound to carry out for The Chaste. It turned into so much more than that in the end. So much more that they had multiple endings.Â
Sheâd fled the first time after she failed the mission. She returned to Hellâs Kitchen and theyâd found each other again. She died in his arms. Then, she was resurrected and somehow - he managed to bring her back. No one knew her like Matthew Murdock did and she knew that no one knew him like she did. Midland Circle had been another ending. It was supposed to be the final ending. For her - it wasnât. The Hand managed to bring her back to life again whether she liked it or not. It didnât matter if she would have preferred to stay buried under Midland Circle with him. Nothing mattered.Â
This wasnât the Matthew that she knew. This wasnât her Matthew. Her brain knew that. Her brain knew that there were alternate universe versions of everyone running rampant in the city. Her heart wasnât so easily convinced. This felt like her Matthew. The way that he said her name sounded like the way that she remembered. The way that sheâd heard so many times before.Â
Elektraâs grip on Matthew tightened and she opened her mouth to respond only to be cut off by his lips. She didnât want to think. For one second, she just wanted to pretend. To pretend like it was a possibility that this was her Matthew. She wanted to be selfish. So, she was and she returned the kiss heatedly, her fingers gripping tightly at his shoulders and refusing to let go.Â
Her nails dug into his chest and suddenly, Matt was back ten years in time, back to that dorm room where he pressed Elektra to the wall and her lips were on him just like they were now. She moulded to him so seamlessly that he could almost pretend they were back there, that he was ten years younger and believing entirely in the longevity of the kind of love they had instead of knowing the reality, that they were a wildfire destined to burn through the forest long before either of them were willing to say goodbye. If he was intelligent â and Matt used to pride himself on that fact â he would pull away from her and try to move on with his grief in a constructive way. He would take on a job with Jen, he would date a nice, slightly boring girl, he would wear cheap suits to work and help people through the legal channels he spent thousands of dollars and many years of his life trying to learn.
When it came to Elektra Natchios, Matt Murdock never claimed to be intelligent. Everything about her was pure feeling, instinct, like she was calling to him from another life, if such a thing could exist. Matt moved with her, hands immediately going to thread through her hair, and then down to cup her face, running to her hips. He couldnât decide where to settle. All he could focus on was that familiar heart beat pounding in his ears, the smell of her vast and all consuming and home, and he wanted to remind himself this wasnât his Elektra.
He was betraying her. He was betraying the woman that died for him, that he tried to die to save â but he had the feeling she wouldnât hold it against him. Not this one night, not this one moment.
âYou have a place round here?â he asked, pulling back for a moment only to say the words, chest tight and the back of his neck warm. He didnât care, now, what Elektra used her various safehouses for â he only cared that they spanned across universes. âOr anywhere,â he said, a beat later, going back to kiss her deeply. âIâll go anywhere.â
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She knew that she had Matthew under her thumb. She knew that she didnât have to bat her eyelashes to make him bend to her every whim. Elektra guessed that heâd do anything that she asked if she asked him nicely enough. It was obvious in the way that he looked at her. It was obvious in the way that he treated her. Obvious in the way that he ignored his friends, his classes - all for her. She knew her mission. She knew what she was doing. Elektra had a plan for the end, but she wasnât ready to get there just yet. She wasnât ready to lose this.Â
Elektra had sparred with the best. Sheâd been taught by the best. However, nothing compared to sparring with Matthew. Whether it was physically or verbally, he matched her on every whim. Sheâd move and it was almost as if he could predict it. Matthew asked her the question and Elektra smiled at him as if she was egging him on. âOh, Matthew,â she purred, âIt can be.â Their foreheads pressed together and she pouted at the fact that she couldnât reach his lips any longer. Her heart beat loudly in her ears as her grip upon him tightened. âIf you know what I want Matthew, then itâd be wise if you give it to me already. I donât like to wait.âÂ
Matthew had a strong will. Sheâd give him that. If it were anyone else, they would have given into her already. Theyâd be putty in her hands. Matthew, however, was still standing and he was matching her every move. Heâd impressed her in the bar when theyâd first met and he continued to surprise her. He put his hand on her chest, over her heart, and her eyes met his and darkened with arousal. He knew her better than anyone and she should have been running, but she didnât want to run. She wanted him to burn her. She chewed on her lower lip, knowing the effect that itâd have on him, before murmuring, âAnd you enjoy me making your life hell. Donât deny it.âÂ
She had him. She knew that she did the moment the shuddered breath left his lips. As much as Matthew knew her, he forgot that she knew him too. She knew what he wanted and hell - she wanted it just as badly. Elektra wrapped her her hand around the one that was around her neck and she squeezed slightly. âDo it,â she urged breathily. The words left his lips and her heart rate skyrocketed, but she breathed, âI love you, Matthew.â He finally gave into exactly what she wanted, but she couldnât make it that easy. Elektra pressed her lips to his, before pulling away and asking, âAre you sure, darling? Maybe we should go to dinner.âÂ
The only other person apart from Elektra who knew about his abilities was Stick, long gone and seemingly never to return. Even his own father went to the grave not knowing just how much his son changed the day of that accident. He lost his sight, but he gained so much. People treated him with pity. He could hear the things they said about him, could hear them muttering about what a shame it was, but Elektra never treated him as if he was made of glass. It was good, too, because Matt was steel. At the end of the day, he was still a warrior. Stick mightâve left, but his lessons remained, and Matt made a point to keep himself up to date, keep his body in that same honed state. It was almost as if heâd just been waiting for Elektra to walk into his life and challenge him in every way â mentally, physically, emotionally.
He lapped up every moment. âI always thought it was a fight,â he retorted. Negotiations were for civilised cases â negotiations were what he was learning to partake in. What he did with Elektra he never needed to practice. It came completely naturally. âGood things come to those who wait,â Matt replied, moving in once again to brush his lips over hers, not pressing them together entirely. He wanted to, though. There was no better taste in the world, nothing he craved so much as knowing that they were connected, that she was his, and he was hers.
It was almost embarrassing how easily Elektra could get his body reacting to her slightest touch, how he followed the curve of her words up and down. She was his first love, first everything, and so he supposed it made sense that she captured him so entirely ⌠but first love implied that there would be another. No one could compare, no one even came close. âYes,â he whispered, breathlessly. âIâm not denying.â Stealing cars, breaking into houses, Elektra slamming him to the mat in Fogwellâs, none of it phased him. All of it was thrilling, but just as thrilling was standing in front of her. He couldnât predict her every move and it was infuriating.
Mattâs hand moved from her jawline to her neck, fingers brushing against the curve of her throat, revelling in how it moved as she drew another breath to speak to him. Her heart rate jumped over a hundred, and combined with those four words, Matt felt a wave of pride go through him that was incomparable to anything else. He melted into her kiss, but when the next words came out of her mouth, Matt bit back a groan and pushed her back against the wall. A few books fell off the shelf, but he didnât care. âNo dinner,â he whispered, leaning in to capture her bottom lip between his teeth, pulling lightly. âPlease. Right here, you and me. Thatâs all I want. Give it to me, sweetheart.â
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Karen imagined that in an alternate universe her life would be drastically different. She hoped that in this universe, her mother had survived. She hoped that her family hadnât fallen apart. She hoped that this universeâs Karen didnât turn to drugs to fill the void in her life. However, with everything that she witnessed so far - she wasnât sure that this universe was so different from her own. This universeâs Karen was older and more stable. However, she didnât see any signs of her family around the apartment. There were no pictures. She had moved to New York City and away from Fagan Corners. Karen didnât want to, but it wasnât difficult to fill in the gaps.Â
âYou donât know me, no,â Karen replied, her gaze never wavering from Matt. There was something about him that struck her. There was something that she felt connected them even if she didnât know whom he was. Maybe it was the drugs. There was no explanation to it. âBut you know this universeâs version of me. At least, Iâm guessing. Are we really that different? Or maybe you just donât know her as well as you think.âÂ
They were different now, but Karen worried about her future. What the future held for her.Â
She didnât have time to worry, however. Not with her heart racing in her ears and Matt grabbing her to swing across to the next rooftop and the one after that. Karen clung onto the man and closed her eyes tightly. When they landed safely, she opened her eyes, but didnât lessen her grip on Matt. âIs it safe now?âÂ
This Karen never met Matt Murdock â but then again, this universeâs Karen hadnât either, when she was this age. Matt wondered whether it was truly an alternate version, or whether this was the woman he knew from the past. If travel between universes was possible, time travel certainly couldnât be out of the picture. âYeah,â Matt said lowly. âI know her.â They didnât have much more time to speak before he had to take off, and then all of his focus was solely on keeping them balanced, moving through the buildings while compensating for his still recovering muscles, improvising where necessary. It was good to have something else to focus on rather than the familiar bounding of her heart.
âItâs safe now,â he whispered, keeping his voice low. He reached down, gently touching Karenâs hands bunched into his shirt. âWeâre on flat ground now. No fear of falling.â He didnât particularly want her to let go â never had â but it felt like taking advantage. Heâd failed in making his Karen feel safe, so reassuring this one seemed out of his league. âI know you,â he said, and he moved to pull the mask off his face, knowing that there was no one around for blocks. âI âŚâ He swallowed thickly. âWe were friends.â I loved you. âDo you ⌠are you staying someplace? I could walk you home. Not that you need it, or anything, but âŚâ He had missed her. That was the long and the short of it.
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[text] i miss you. (Wait...Karen bc angst)
TEXT MEME || for @ofkarenpages
(â â Karen):Â UNSENT You sent this months ago. Youâve probably changed your phone by now. You were one of the first people I remembered. Delete message(â â Karen):Â UNSENT I remember you. I canât forget you, no matter how hard I -- Delete message(â â Karen):Â UNSENT I miss you too. Every day, I miss you. Delete message(â â Karen):Â UNSENT Iâm sorry. Delete message
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