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Marvel's 1992 Darkhold Redeemers

“Darkhold Redeemers” was a comic created in 1992 about a group of supernatural investigators in possession of the Darkhold, an evil book of dark sorcery that has evil pages scattered over the world. In Marvel lore, the Darkhold is the book that created the first vampires. The comic was created by 90s Marvel journeyman Chris Cooper (also known for creating Starfleet Academy, a comic about the adventures of Cadet Nog that tied in to the events of Deep Space 9).

The book is notable for three reasons.

The first is that the premise is shockingly and coincidentally similar to the later Buffy the Vampire Slayer, with occult investigations carried out by a group that is led by a beautiful, tight outfit wearing vampire killer from a lineage of vampire hunters (Victoria Montesi, the Montesi Formula being the way vampires are destroyed in Marvel Comics), and also includes a mouthy scrappy everyman, an occult expert and archeologist who’s knowledge of the supernatural and collection of books leads to the secret of beating the creature of the week, a tough as nails government agent out of his depth when fighting the supernatural, and finally, a tremendously powerful and immortal dark antihero who joins the side of good despite his dark past (Mordred the Mystic is both Willow and Angel together, I suppose).

The second detail is that it was the first Marvel Comic with an openly gay lead character. You might have heard it was Northstar, but this is not true. Chris Cooper is openly gay himself and always fought for inclusion of this nature. Victoria Montesi’s debut predates Northstar coming out of the closet (a comic, incidentally, that Chris Cooper wrote as associate editor on Alpha Flight, so he worked on both).

There are, likewise, many candidates for who the first gay character in Star Trek is, but one of the characters with the strongest claim to this title is Chris Cooper’s Yoshi Mishima in his Starfleet Academy series.

Chris Cooper eventually left Marvel Comics after the 90s. Nothing happened. Most people in a freelance job like comic editing and writing are not Chris Claremont, who are there for decades. Careers in the arts don’t last forever, and they have to come to an end sometime, where you go and get a real job.

But Chris Cooper came up again decades later in the news, was the subject of an incident in 2020 when birdwatching in Central Park (he’d been a member of a birdwatching society at Harvard), where he was threatened by a female jogger, who said she would call the police as he threatened her, when we can see he did no such thing. The incident was known as either “the Central Park Birdwatching Incident” or the “Central Park Karen.”

Looking at the footage now, it’s easy to see why it was national news and viral on the internet. Apart from the obvious racial angle, it is a chilling reminder of how a woman’s vulnerability can become a weapon, and how man’s strength can turn into a vulnerability.

All the while watching the incident, I was like "...the Darkhold Redeemers guy? No, it couldn't be...it's probably a coincidence, Chris Cooper is a very common name." But nope, it really was the Starfleet Academy guy from the 90s.

Chris Cooper received a birdwatching show on National Geographic, and inspired many black people to go into birdwatching, but I could care less about birdwatching. I would like to see what happened next with Darkhold Redeemers and Starfleet Academy, which ended at a cliffhanger with a lot of unresolved plot points.

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bunmurdock · 18 days

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spotted pigeons and telepathic dog walkers | matt murdock x oralfixation!reader

summary: combined three inbox requests! (1) “sucking matt’s fingers for comfort” + (2) “having a bad day; matt lets you curl up in his lap while he whispers sweet nothings” + (3) “matt x oral fixation!reader; he would love how needy/clingy she is and oblige her with his fingers.” tags: humor, fluff, daddy!matt, use of a pet name (“pup”) word count: 918

“shh, there you go, sweetheart,” matt whispers.

you're curled up in his lap. his thumb nudges its way between your parted lips, a gesture so deeply rooted in your shared moments of comfort. his skin tastes of the day's work, a hint of soap and something uniquely matt, and it grounds you, pulls you back from the edge of your anxieties.

“someone was a little firecracker today, hm? got all worked up, and now look at you, quiet as a mouse.” you suckle on his finger, cheeks puffing adorably.

he laughs softly. “ah, there's that pout. knew it wouldn't be long.”

matt shifts, caressing your cheek with his other fingers. “let's see if we can't find a better use for that pout, hm?” his free arm reaching over to the nearby bluetooth speaker. soft, instrumental music fills the room.

“music to soothe the savage beast,” he quips, the laughter around his eyes crinkling with something more tender. he rocks you gently, the movement subtle but comforting. “or in our case, to soothe the sweetest pup in the world.”

“you know, i was thinking. maybe we should go birdwatching like you suggested. you and me, out in the park at dawn, and you can tell me when you see the rare... spotted pink pigeon.”

the absurdity of the statement, delivered with such faux seriousness, is enough to draw a reluctant smile from you.

“spotted pink pigeon doesn't exist, pup, but if it did, i’m sure it'd be as unique and lovely as you.”

he leans back against the couch, taking you with him. the question he's been pondering dances at the tip of his tongue, a gentle inquiry meant to bridge the silence that has settled between you.

“which, speaking of, we’ve been debating at the office. how would you feel about a little office mascot? foggy and kar—”

before he can continue, he feels your body tense slightly, the shift so subtle only someone as attuned to you as matt could notice. the question hangs in the air, unfinished, as he tunes into your reaction. there's a stillness about you, a hesitation that speaks volumes to him.

“ah,” he whispers, a gentle kiss pressed to the top of your head. “not the time for decisions, huh? that's okay. let's get your mind off of things.”

he shifts slightly, making sure you're nestled comfortably against him.

“so. you’re not going to believe this. today, foggy brought in this client—mr. boetticher. a guy who claims he's developed a 'revolutionary' method to walk dogs telepathically. says he can control up to ten dogs at a time with just his mind.”

“and karen decided we should test this guy's claim. so, there we were, in the middle of central park, with foggy holding onto five leashes, more scared than i've ever seen him, and this guy concentrating so hard i thought he might burst a blood vessel.”

“of course, nothing happened. well, nothing except for the dogs deciding it was the perfect time to chase after a squirrel, taking foggy on a little unexpected adventure.”

matt pauses, feeling the vibrations of your giggles against his chest. “and then later, there's frank castle,” he continues, the smile evident in his voice. “dropped by today. turns out he has a soft spot for old jazz records,” he smirks. “walked in on him and karen having an impromptu dance session in the middle of the office.”

“really?” you murmur around his thumb, eyes wide.

“mhm. when i walked in, never seen someone jump up so fast. tried to act all tough, like he hadn’t just been serenading karen with louis armstrong's greatest hits.”

your giggle fills the room, warm and hearty, as he continues. “but the highlight of the day? the office itself. ever since we moved to the new place, it's been one adventure after another. and today was no exception.”

“we've been dealing with this... let's call it a 'haunted' coffee machine. turns out, foggy was convinced it had a mind of its own. would randomly start brewing in the middle of meetings.”

you let out a soft snort, the image of foggy arguing with a coffee machine too vivid in your imagination.

“so today, karen had enough. she declared war on the coffee machine. it was a scene to behold, pup. karen, armed with the user manual, foggy providing moral support from a safe distance, and me, well, enjoying the show.”

your laughter is muffled against his chest, the silly image of the trio taking on an inanimate object a welcome distraction.

“guess what?” matt's voice drops to a conspiratorial whisper. “took them three days to figure out foggy had been accidentally hitting the delayed start button with his elbow every time he leaned on the counter.”

your laughter bubbles up again, filling the room with warmth, and a look of pure fondness crosses matt’s face, a look reserved only for you.

“but you know, the best part of today?” he continues, “was coming back to you, knowing that no matter how crazy the day gets, i've got a crazier little pup waiting for me—”

you bite down on his finger.

“ouch! alright alright. ah—no teeth.”

“so, how about we plan a day out? just you and me,” he teases gently, tilting your chin up to meet his smile with one of your own—even if he can’t see it, he feels it. “think of it as our little adventure, away from the stress and chaos. what do you say, pup?”

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chvoswxtch · 1 year

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happy valentine's day

pairing: matt murdock x fem!reader

summary: matt has a special date planned for your first valentine's day together.

warnings: light cursing, loads of tooth rotting fluff

word count: 2.2k

a/n: since I violently ripped all your hearts out with violets (even tho that was a request & not just me being evil) I thought it was only fair I made up for it as promised with the fluffiest fluff that's ever been fluffed. to reconcile the heartbreak, I offer a romantic valentine's date with our favorite human disaster, matty murdock. happy valentine's day my darlings. ❤️

“Shouldn’t I be the one leading you?”

“As far as anyone can tell, you are.”

“You know if you told me where we were going, I could.”

“That would ruin the surprise. Not to mention, you still haven’t familiarized yourself with Hell’s Kitchen yet.”

“Are you saying you don’t trust my sense of direction?”

“Considering you get lost on your two block walk home from work at least once a week, absolutely not. If I let you direct us, it would be like the blind leading the blind.”

“Hey! I’ve gotten better, thank you very much. And, there is this magical little app that gives you directions, Matthew.”

“Will you quit being stubborn?”

“Really? You get to say that to me?”

Matt chuckled as you two stopped at a crosswalk. He gave your interlaced hand a quick squeeze, turning his head in your direction to flash you a megawatt grin, complete with your favorite set of dimples that made you weak in the knees. He was turning that signature Matthew Murdock charm all the way up to eleven, and you both knew it would get him exactly what he wanted. It always did.

“Can I just surprise my girlfriend, please? I’m trying to be romantic here.”

Matt loved the way your heart skipped a beat everytime he referred to you as his girlfriend. He could feel the grin that spread across your lips, chuckling to himself as you huffed quietly and squeezed his hand back in return with a quiet grumble.

“Okay, fine. But if you trip, I want you to personally explain to everyone around us that it was your fault so I don’t look like a horrible person.”

“I’m fully prepared to defend you, sweetheart. Don’t worry, I’ve got my opening statement ready.”

It was a chilly February day in New York, but luckily the sky was clear and the sun was shining brightly. You couldn’t tell if the warmth you felt was being radiated from the rays kissing your face or the man beside you caressing your hand. Matt could hear your heart rate start to pick up a bit once you finally started to piece together your surroundings.

“Are we-is this…is this Central Park?”

“I don’t know, you tell me.”

Matt could practically feel you rolling your eyes as you laughed and squeezed his bicep.

“Matt!”

He couldn’t help but grin as he tugged your hand to lead you off the main path to find a secluded spot in the grass. He eventually settled on a spot close to a large tree, away from other couples that had the same idea. Folding up his cane, he let it drop by his feet as he shrugged his backpack off of his shoulders to retrieve a blanket from inside. Once the blanket was spread out across the grass, Matt sat down in the middle and held his hand out for you with a tender smile.

“Come here.”

A timid smile tugged at the corners of your mouth as you gently took Matt’s outstretched hand, moving to sit beside him on the blanket. You eyed him curiously as he laced your fingers together, tilting your head to the side slightly.

“What are you up to, Murdock?”

Matt brought your hand up to his mouth, pressing a featherlight kiss to the back of your hand as a proud smile overtook his lips.

“You’ve been wanting to see Central Park since you moved to New York, and I’ve been promising to take you. Also, Karen let it slip that you’ve never celebrated Valentine’s Day before, and well…neither have I, really. So, I thought we could share this first together.”

Your heart was going wild in your chest, and Matt could taste the saline that brimmed your waterline. Your hold on his hand became a little tighter as you swallowed the lump in your throat, leaning in to press your forehead against his as you laughed breathlessly.

“I had no idea you were such a hopeless romantic, Matty.”

“You bring it out in me, sweetheart. I just…wanted to do something special for you. For us.”

“Mm, I’d say a date in Central Park is pretty damn romantic.”

“Oh? And what if I said we were having a picnic?”

Matt gently nudged your nose with his, finding himself mirroring the huge grin that took over your mouth after you gasped. Falling into a synchronized fit of giggles, you cupped Matt’s jaw as his other hand found it’s home on your neck.

“I’d say you’re lucky we’re in public.”

“What do you think the blanket is for?”

“Matthew!”

“Relax, I’m joking.”

“No you’re not.”

“No, I’m not.”

Matt grinned wickedly as he leaned in to capture your lips in a deep kiss, reveling in the way you instantly melted into his embrace. That was one of his favorite things about you. Everytime he pulled you into his arms and held you close, or kissed you deeply, he could feel your body physically relax into his touch. He chased your mouth when you pulled away, eyebrows furrowing slightly until he felt your fingers gently removing the crimson glasses from his face.

A shy smile covered his lips as you cupped his jaw once again with both hands, leaning in to peck his lips slightly.

“There you are, handsome.”

The first time you saw Matt without his glasses, you told him you thought he had the most beautiful eyes you’d ever seen. It took everything in him not to cry at the sincerity in your words. Ever since then, you begged him not to wear them around you, unless it was to make himself feel more comfortable if you two were in a public space. He nuzzled his face into your palm, always finding himself melting into your touch just as much as you did with him.

He hadn’t realized just how touch starved he’d been until he met you. You were a very affectionate person. Even the first night you met, you’d hugged Matt goodbye like he was an old friend you hadn’t seen in years. He found himself craving your touch the more you came around, even feeling agitated or jealous if he felt like Foggy or Karen were getting more of your attention than he was.

Matt started asking you to lead him every chance he got just to have you close. There was an unspoken rule between him, Karen, and Foggy that you would always take the seat closest to Matt wherever the four of you went. He always asked you to be his partner in pool at Josie’s. A few times when he felt emboldened by the liquid courage coursing through his veins, he’d slip his fingers through yours and hold your hand in his lap. The more you responded to his touch, the more pride swelled in his chest.

The first night you took the initiative and grabbed his hand first, he felt you tense up slightly. He knew it was wrong to take advantage of your alcohol induced state to ask questions he knew you couldn’t help but blurt out the truth to, but he desperately wanted to know why you were more cautious with your affection towards him than the others. After you drunkenly confessed it was purely because you didn’t want to overstep any boundaries of his, or make him uncomfortable in any way, Matt made sure you understood that he didn’t find anything you did a threat to his independence. As a matter of fact, he actually enjoyed how much you went out of your way to make sure he felt comfortable and included. You made him feel seen in a way he’d never experienced before.

“Hi pretty girl.”

“What are you thinking about, hm? You look like you went somewhere else for a minute.”

“Just thinking about the night you confessed your undying love for me.”

“Oh, God.”

Matt couldn’t help but laugh loudly as you pulled away from him, covering your face with a disgruntled whine. He quickly wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in close between his legs so that your back was pressed against his chest.

“Aren’t you supposed to be wooing me, not embarrassing me?”

“What’s more romantic than the night you told me you were in love with me?”

“The ending of Carrie.”

“It wasn’t that bad.”

“I puked in the bushes.”

“Because you challenged Foggy to shots on an empty stomach.”

“I was…going through something. Mind your business.”

Matt snickered as he nudged his nose against your cheek, tightening his arms around your waist.

“You were upset because you thought I’d gone on a date, and you were so…heartbroken.”

“You are such an ass, I can’t stand you.”

“I was just calling to tell you I hope you’re enjoying your date and that I decided I’m no longer in love with you and will be finding your replacement tonight.”

You groaned loudly and let your head fall back against Matt’s chest as he mimicked your voice, wishing the ground would open wide and swallow you whole.

“Why do you even remember that so vividly?”

“Because I don’t think I’ve ever gotten out of bed so fast. I had to make sure I got there in time before I was replaced.”

“I liked you better when you were being a sappy romantic.”

Matt lightly grasped your chin between his thumb and index finger to turn your head towards him gently, baring his teeth in a huge grin before leaning in to kiss your lips softly.

“Alright, alright. I’ll pause the walk down memory lane. For now.”

A devilish smirk curled at the corner of his mouth, and you would’ve been annoyed if it didn’t make him look so damn good. Matt reached for his backpack and proceeded to pull out various items that he spread out over the blanket. You watched in awe as he produced a bottle of your favorite wine along with two glasses, a box of chocolate covered strawberries, and a container of pizza from the Italian restaurant where you two had your first date.

“How the hell did you fit all of that in there?”

“I’m a really good lawyer.”

A fit of giggles immediately erupted from your mouth as you sank back into Matt’s chest, enjoying the feeling of his own laughter vibrating against your back.

“Is that what they taught you in law school?”

“Oh, there was a whole semester alone on surprising your girlfriend with a romantic picnic in Central Park. Very informative.”

For the next few hours, you and Matt traded memories between stolen kisses and slices of pizza. You had him rolling over in laughter as you tried to feed him a chocolate covered strawberry with your eyes closed, “to make it fair” you’d insisted, but you kept missing and bumping his nose with it instead. As Matt topped off your glasses with the last of the wine, he held his glass out towards yours with a satisfied smile.

“Hey.”

“Hm?”

“Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Your heart fluttered in your ribcage, and Matt’s smile only grew wider. You lightly clinked your glass against his in a toast, a smile full of content gracing your lips.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Matty. It’s the best one I’ve ever had.”

“Another thing we have in common.”

Matt rubbed gentle circles on your lower back as you laid on his chest, closing his eyes as he listened to you describe the sunset spreading across the sky above. He always went to you when he wanted to know what something looked like. You had a way with words and descriptions that made him feel like he could actually see what you were seeing. As the sun began to disappear into shades of deepening amethyst and navy, the warmth bid goodbye with it. He felt you shiver slightly as the temperature began to descend along with the moon.

“We can start heading back if you’re cold, sweetheart.”

“Can we stay just a little longer? I wanna show you the stars. We’ll be able to see Venus and Jupiter soon.”

Matt felt his chest swell with pure adoration at your words. He pulled you as close to his body as he physically could, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head as he sighed quietly in content.

“Of course we can, angel.”

“Matty?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

He would never get tired of hearing you say that.

“I love you, sweetheart. More than you know.”

“Thank you for today. It really meant a lot to me. I do feel bad I didn’t get you anything, though. I mean you did all this-”

Matt cut your words off with a kiss, cradling your face in his hand as he nuzzled his nose against yours with a tender smile.

“Hey, you are my gift. The greatest one I’ve ever gotten. I don’t need anything else but you.”

Matt closed his eyes once again as he listened to you paint the night sky behind his eyes. He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt so relaxed and at peace, not a single worry plaguing his mind. He allowed your sweet voice and gentle touch to transport him to a place of pure serenity that he was only able to visit when he was with you.

Matt Murdock didn’t think he’d ever have a reason to celebrate Valentine’s Day, but he was more than happy it was you.

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brokebonewritings · 1 year

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can you do one where reader hasn’t ever dated anyone, or gone on a date and kissed anyone before bc of anxiety and being shy, and somehow you’re friends with matt and the gang (maybe from law school? idk) and foggy and karen keep telling you matt likes you but you don’t believe it until he tells you himself, and then you’re at a loss for how to proceed since you have 0 experience 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

My friend. Anything for you, especially since you’re my first request in a long time! So thank you so much! Hope you enjoy this little story 🤍

Sincerely, Anxiety.

Matt Murdock x reader

Tags/ Warning: Pure Cane Fluff

Word Count: 2.1K

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You sat quietly at the cafe booth you currently resided in. Waiting. Currently you’re waiting for your friends as they slowly filtered into the coffee shop. Karen joins you as she gets her coffee, the both of you catching up from the weekend. Foggy and Matt join 15 minutes later.

The lot of you sit around the table and talk about the previous week. Cases you are all working on, your families, dates. Not that you have been on any date. Your social anxiety was far too bad to do any of that.

“Okay, well we have to know.” Karen says. “Are you and Marci getting back together?” This was directed towards Foggy. His cheeks caught a tint of pink before he cleared his throat.

“I mean, I don’t know. It was just a date.” He replied.

You turn and give Karen a side eyed look before smiling. “So is there another date?”

“You guys suck you know that?” Foggy mutters. “Yeah, we’re planning a second date.”

Matt lets out a small chuckle next to you, as you shake your head and take a sip of coffee. You stare at the way his eyes crinkle out of the side of his glasses. It makes your stomach fill with butterflies. Focusing on your cup a little too intensely, you realize Foggy had been calling your name after a few minutes.

“Huh?” You look up from the cup “What happened?”

“Karen asked how your date went?” Foggy replied. Out of the corner of your eye you see Matt tense a bit. Karen noticed as well as Foggy. You sat in silence for a moment.

“I didn’t go.” You said quietly.

“What?” Matt said abruptly.

“Yeah, what?” Karen cleared her throat, in confusion.

“I just,” You start, rubbing the back of your neck. “I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I knew it would turn out bad.”

Now it was Foggy and Karen’s turn to look at each other in a knowing way. The dating conversation was dropped and everyone continued to finish their coffee. Once you are all determined to be done for the day you all part ways.

It was nice to see your friends almost daily. It helped that you all worked closely together. Karen, Matt and Foggy shared an office, and you worked right up the street in a PI office.

What wasn’t nice was torturing yourself by seeing Matt almost daily. Your hands were always clammy when you were near him. Heart beating slightly faster whenever you accidentally brush your hands. You really had it bad for Matt, and could you blame yourself? Yes, you always did blame yourself.

You and Karen walk through Central Park on a leisurely stroll. It wasn’t too often that the both of you got to hang out, so when it did happen it was nice. You both giggle as you make fun of Foggy and Matt the previous night at Josies. They had been arguing over what had happened on a particular night in college.

“What a great day for a picnic! This was a great idea!.” Karen exclaimed.

“Right? I’m glad you were able to come.” You smile warmly at her. “Especially without the boys.”

Stopping on the top of a small hill, you both begin setting up for your little lunch. It really was a nice day out. It was cloudy and the park wasn’t packed for once. The small basket was quaint, but nothing too fancy.

“You said you needed to talk to me about something?” You asked after a moment. The both of you continue setting out small plates and cups. She looks up for a moment, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear before clearing her throat.

“Right…” She starts. “It’s about the other day at the coffee shop. Foggy and I noticed that Matt looked surprised when I mentioned the date.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. Did you tell him about the date?” She asks curiously. No. The answer was that simple. You didn’t know how to speak to Matt like a regular person. A big part of that was because you liked him. Another part was that you were too shy around him, and why would he be interested in someone that can’t even speak up at a bar.

“I didn’t think he would react the way he did.” You finally respond. Karen’s lips flattened, obviously she disapproved of your answer. You decide to ignore the look on her face as you pour the both of you a cup of lemonade.

“You know he likes you right?” Her comment makes you spill a little juice on the blanket. “Wait… did you not know?”

“Did I not know?!” You choke out. The reaction coming out of you was actually laughable. Honestly, how could you have known. The man likes to keep secrets, you knew he was good at it too. “He can’t possibly like me. I’m definitely not his type.”

“He’s got it bad for you, y/n.” She says. “Maybe you should just shoot your shot.”

“I don’t think he does though.” You admit quietly. “Even if he did the what if he rejects me?”

“He won’t.” She takes the small sandwiches out of the basket before putting one on a plate for you. “He talks about you constantly, and you know he doesn’t date anyone?”

“He doesn’t?” You take the plate and hand her a small bowl of salad in return. “Not even his infamous one night stands?”

Karen shakes her head and knits her eyebrows together. “He hasn’t spoke about that in a long time actually. Point is, he’s confided in Foggy about being smitten by you.”

The red tint on your cheeks didn’t hide the fact that you felt the same way. You very much were smitten by him too. However there was one thing that was holding you back. Your anxiety. How could possibly tell Matt that you felt the same way.

“Wait, why are you telling me this?” You ask, and she snorts in response.

“Are you kidding me? Foggy and I are kind of tired of the both of you dancing around each other.”

“You mean to tell me, that Mr. Confidence is anxious about telling me he likes me?”

She nods in response as she eats her salad. You focus on your own food for a moment before speaking up.

“I’ve actually never been on a date before.” You begin. “And I’ve never kissed anyone before.”

Karen’s head flies up as she stares at you with wide eyes. “No way!”

You blush and nod. It really was never your fault. Your people skills in High School were very limited. Even after you entered college they were limited. Working as a private investigator helped a little but not a lot.

“I don’t even know where to begin in asking someone out.” You admit.

She considers the statement for a moment. “Then maybe we should come up with a plan.”

The smirk on her face says it all. For the rest of the picnic the both of you devise a scheme to tell Matt how you feel and a way to ask him on a proper date.

The week had come and gone in a flash. You all gather at Josies for your Friday night rituals. Same Table, Same Drinks, and Same People. Karen quickly takes a seat next to Foggy, which leaves you to sit next to Matt. You set your drink down before sliding into the chair. Matt looks over and smiles at you.

“Hey.” He says softly.

“Hi Matt.” You reply in the same tone. A blush slowly rises from your neck. The smile he gives you makes the butterflies that were in your stomach migrate to your chest. The warmth of his body sitting next to yours was comforting.

Throughout the night, everyone laughed and drank the woes of the work week away. Liquid confidence crawls through your vein, and once you have gotten enough of it you look at Karen and nod at her.

“Oh hey Matt! Y/n had something at their apartment for you!” Karen says abruptly changing the current topic. He raises an eyebrow before turning to face you.

“What would that be?” He asks curiously.

“Oh. Well, just a late Easter gift.” You stutter. “You’re still catholic right?”

Matt lets out a loud laugh which makes you smile. ‘Take a breath’ you tell yourself.

“Yeah, I guess I am still Catholic.” He replies. “Why don’t we go now. It’s getting a bit late.”

You nod, and give Karen and Foggy a smile. Of course in good Nelson manner, the other man gives you a thumbs up. Karen winks and mouths a quick ‘Good Luck’ before you and Matt stand and make your way out of the bar.

It's crisp outside. Not enough to need a jacket, but you could tell that summer was quickly turning into autumn. You both walk mostly in silence, besides the little jokes you both made to each other. It was crazy to think that the pining was mutual between you two. Outsiders could look and think you were already in a comfortable relationship.

Once you arrive at your apartment, you open the door and allow the both of you to enter. Setting your stuff on your counter, you offer Matt a glass of water. Happily he takes it and sit at your kitchen table.

“Wait right here a moment.” You say before disappearing into your room. Closing the door behind yourself, you lean against and take a big breath. Like you had been holding it in for ages.

You walk over to your small desk and retrieve the gift you had actually bought the day before. It was a small little box with a letter inside. Written in braille of course. Underneath the letter was a ticket to a candlelight orchestra.

Taking another deep breath, you step out from your room and head straight for Matt. He is waiting patiently in the same place he was before.

“Happy Easter, Matty.” You say quietly before handing him the small box. He grins as he takes it, opening it slowly.

His fingers gracefully take the letter out of the box before he sets it on the table.

“Braille?” He cocks an eyebrow. You nod.

“I wrote it myself.” A small smile forms on your face. Turns out learning how to read braille was hard. You had started it as a hobby a few years prior, and it finally came in handy.

Setting the paper on the table. His fingers glide over the page. You can see the smile growing on his face. Once he finishes reading your note, he turns his head in your direction. Anticipating his answer you forget to breathe.

“You like me?” He says shakily.

“Yeah, Matt. I really do.” You say with the rest of your breath.

His hand stretches out towards you and you grab his in return. You were shaking from the anxiety building up. He chuckles lightly when he feels the small tremors.

“And you want to go on a date with me?” You nod after his question.

“Only if you want to.” You let out.

“Of course I want to.” He says. “I’ve wanted to for a long time.”

“You did?” The realization was settling on your face. Karen had been telling the truth after all.

“Yeah and you know what Karen told me?”

“Hm?

“That you have never been on a date.” He grins. “And never been kissed.”

You were going to kill her. That’s on you though, she was the reason you were asking Matt out anyways. Your cheeks burned bright red as you stared at him.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, Matt Murdock.”

“Me? Or will it be your anxiety?” He quips.

“Touche.”

The night went on until the sun came up. It was the longest conversation you had ever mustered the courage to have with him. Nothing was awkward about it either. It was like you both had been friends forever, which was somewhat true. Maybe this was the start of a huge stepping stone in your life.

Matt didn’t seem to be bothered by your anxiety anyways. He always knew how to get around the minefields in your head. That's what drew you to him to begin with. Hopefully the first date would turn into more. You could only hope.

Secretly you thanked Karen for the way she helped you ask Matt out. Maybe all you needed was that one simple push. When he finally decided to go home, he wouldn’t let go of your hand. It was like he had become attached to you.

“I promise I’ll call you later.” He says

“Or maybe we can get some coffee once you do wake up?” You suggested.

“It’s date then.”

“Okay fine. It’s a date.” You say with a smile pushing him out your door.

#request #fic request #marvel #matthew murdock #matt murdock #matt murdock x you #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock fluff #getting together #fanfiction #fanfiction writer

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gothamgothic · 6 months

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Still not allowed in the lab (they are insisting I wait until Monday) so until then, it gives me a chance to tell you about the differences I've noticed between living in Central City, and Gotham.

Central City

Central City has a much nicer energy. People feel happier, more at ease, for the most part (I would say that I had encountered worse Karens in CC than in Gotham).

The Flash Museum is fantastic, if a bit cheesy at times. I go every time I visit my mum, because they add to it's collection frequently.

I once went on a tour of S.T.A.R. Labs for school, the gentleman who gave the tour was very enthusiastic, but made very little sense (we are in sixth grade). It was really cool.

Granite National Park is a treasure. I've found that some people didn't like our various school trips there? I never really understood that sentiment, the folks who care for that land have done a spectacular job.

The Flash family (is that what people call them collectively?) - a delight. The school I attended had a text chat where we send "sightings" pics to each other (they are always the most blurry photos).

Gotham City

Gotham has amazing architecture. I've not seen anything like it outside of Gotham, really. It's a mix of more gothic themes and modern architectural design that gives it a feeling of a noire novel.

The botanical gardens are stunning. I plan to visit them later today. If you get lucky, you can be there when one of the WE biotech team members are there, and can ask questions.

There is a surprising amount of things to do - an overwhelming amount really. You can go to three plays and a movie in a single night if you wanted to.

There is an unofficial "rogue watch" podcast.

There is ALSO one for "Robin Watch" which is dedicated to the entire gaggle of bats, not just Robin. It has become more like a gossip/theory podcast recently.

The rogue attacks are worse. Substantially. I cannot explain to you why. But they feel worse. In CC - they happened, sure, but I never felt unsafe. Gotham however? I don't know a single person who doesn't keep some form of self defense weapon on them at all times.

#gotham city #gotham #only in gotham rp #only in gotham #dc rp #central city #the flash

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goat-shoe · 2 months

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Touch

Dugout-focused CapOut drabble, 860 words.

Dugout wasn't popular when he was young.

He went to high school in a small town. He had his handful of friends who he would sit with, share sillybandz with and trade Pokemon cards with. Friends who he weathered middle school dances with, who made eye contact with him when group projects raptured the classroom four kids at a time, who carefully misspelled his name in his yearbook in the spring.

But by the turn of the fourth spring, he and those friends of his were at a mutual understanding. This is where they find a fork in their road: where they part, but without the sweetness of sorrow, and, instead, the weight of the facade of an empty "goodbye".

And Dugout was alone... Without a lasting friendship, and without ever having felt the warmth of another hand in his.

...

Nearly five years later, he finds himself in New York. He finds himself woven into an everyday rhythm, one that harmonizes with the city.

By day, he runds errands for Mrs. Quail. He walks through the streets, hands tucked in the pockets of his long, brown coat, arms looped through the loops of bulky, plastic, grocery bags, which's wrinkled edges sway and sing in the mild breeze of the city streets.

It's not unusual for someone to bump him, nudge him, even trip him, their larger bodies always enough to make him stumble, whether they mean it or not- he's stopped wondering. He'll huff, regain his footing, and continue on his way, not bothering to shout at anyone if he still stands upright, if his groceries are still intact, still wrapped in the plastic safety of the grocery bags, the butter still in one piece, bread un-crunched...

By night, he transforms. He dons his necklace of miracles, and finds himself on the rooftops of New York City, donned in white baseball gear, a baseball cap on his head, adorned with floppy ears, face concealed under a dark mask to protect his anonymity.

And at night, he isn't alone. Bobunny assigns patrol partners, and more often than not, he finds himself at Capricorn's side. It's just how their schedules line up, strings of fate tangling with coincidence, it's just how their cookie crumbles.

Dugout finds more and more that he spends most his time in the graces and warmth of Capricorn's company. Under the ray of their blazing smile, beside the wonder of their paintbrush, and the kindness of their gaze. And in the everything, everything, that is Capricorn, he finds comfort, safety, a home.

And he realizes, by day, that he wishes they were there at his side. There to make a quiet quip about the absolute Karen at the CVS counter, there to buy a donut for, to walk beside, to join he and Mariquita- all as citizens, like the friends he sees sitting in the coffee shop, giggling at the absolute Karen at the counter.

...

It's an accident, the first time he does it. Central park is under the terror and attack of a giraffe-themed akuma. And as a rock flies, soars, shoots, whizzes, over the deep emerald fuzz of the park's grasss, he realizes it's heading right for himself and Capricorn.

Without thinking- acting fully on heroic instinct and fear- fear of losing them. Dugout leaps, practically tackles Capricorn into the soft grass. The chunk of Earth lands, kicking up dirt and dust.

And just behind it, Dugout lays atop Capricorn, body hovering over theirs.

They both gasp, pant, realize that they're still bound to their mortal coils, both still in our realm, intact, and breathing.

Dugout blinks, eyes locked with Capricorn's. His heart leaps in his throat, chest seizing with an anxiety separate from the adrenaline rush of the battle.

His hand is on their cheek. Tenderly, delicately, brushing aside a stray strand of their blue locks.

The moment then fades into the chaos of the battle, lost to the stress and raging adrenaline.

...

Some number of times later, it's no longer a mistake.

Capricorn and Dugout stop by a bakery in the early morning hours. And as they sit atop the small building's roof, they chatter. About things that don't dare approach the risk of revealing their identities to one another: topics that maintain the safety of anonymity. New shows, movies, music.

Capricorn giggles around a bite of donut. And mumbles something through the crumbs. Dugout leans closer to hear her. Only, it makes her stutter, and Dugout feels the warmth of unfettered affection flaring in his chest, as he realizes that he's intentionally teasing her. He chuckles with her as she stumbles. And then, they both find themselves laughing. Dugout leans away, just to see her laugh.

And when they're done, and both flushed from their laughter and joy, Capricorn is left with her wild hair flittering in the breeze.

Dugout reaches, delicately, and tucks Capricorn's hair back into place. Neither of them say anything of it, instead just enjoying the sweetness of donut frosting on their lips, the quiet of the night, the chill of the night air, and the warmth of one another- close enough to touch.. but neither yet reaching out.

#mlb irl #gabby drabbies #cullykisser #capout #dugout #mirakinnie #>_< experimenting with a new writing style!!!! tell me what u think ;;;;

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lokisasylum · 1 year

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Reminder: Jimin is there FOR WORK, this is NOT a concert, NOT a fanmeeting or one of your Y/N ffs. So CHILE with your bullshit entitlement & crying parties.

No because some armchairs are crying in TL about how they waited hours and hours and didn't get to see him. Or that "he didn't greet everyone" and "oh he would never do this to his fans" or "He always treats American fans differently---"

Babe, he's there as the Global Brand Ambassador from S. Korea invited to a SPECIAL EVENT (and again he was being rushed in by his managers 'cause it was late).

He did bowed and greeted those near him, but some are acting like they expected him to run around the block all the way down to Central Park high-fiving everyone.

Just say you want an excuse to talk shit & hate him, Karen.

#go outside and touch grass #it ain't always about you #jimin #park jimin #bts jimin #bts #jiminie #jiminxtiffanyandco #jimin x tiffany & co

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shellbells-things · 1 year

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So I just have to comment on the “fans” who are losing their $&!? over not getting to see or interact with Jimin in front of Tiffany’s. What the heck did they expect him to do? Drive around the streets, hanging out the window and waving like he’s in a damn parade?! Throw candy? What?! To be honest, being his usual humble self, he probably didn’t even realize that all of those people lining the street clear down to Central Park were actually there to see him!

Yes, he was rushed in by his team. Most likely because he was late (damn New York City traffic) and because it’s their job to keep him safe and that place was hella crowded. Oh, and he did bow to his fans, by the way, as soon as he saw/heard them. So settle down Karen, and just enjoy these gorgeous photos.

#Jimin #jimin x tiffany & co

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gothicprep · 11 months

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the whole citibike thing is such an intellectual waste of time. people need to quit dignifying those viral "karen" videos with responses. i know these stories get clicks, but it's not the responsibility of the national press to speculate on personal disputes between random private citizens. there's always context missing and it's always pointless.

the central park karen incident in 2020 is another good example of what i mean here. if a stranger is beckoning your dog with a treat, and saying "if you're gonna do what you want, i'm gonna do what i want, and you're not going to like it" i don't personally think it's unreasonable to interpret that as a threat and go into fight or flight. when the new york times reported on this, the fact that this guy would regularly do this to people who didn't leash their dogs in the park is treated almost like an afterthought:

Mr. Cooper is a well-known presence there, a mentor to neophyte birders who carries gravitas as a member of the board of the New York City Audubon Society.

“He has a method of dealing with dogs. He’ll say, ‘Can you please leash your dog?’ and if they refuse he starts giving the dogs treats,” said Zach McDargh, 29, a research scientist. “Dog owners hate that.”

and while, like, unleashing your dog is very irresponsible owner behavior, the fact that this was a pattern for this guy almost makes you wonder if he'd been covertly gunning to get a viral encounter in the park. like we're really hedging around the fact that this guy is deliberately doing something that everyone knows is provocative, huh? it just seems really naive to me to pretend that people don't try to cynically take advantage of interactions like these.

a lot of lefties have really mixed messaging where it concerns interactions between white women and black men. there's a fine line between acknowledging the historical atrocities white women have committed against black men and being like "hey ladies, we acknowledge you deal with street harassment and it's tiring, but just smile when a stranger is heckling you in public". would it really kill anyone to admit that this stuff is not, like, a microcosm of society or w/e?

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julia1x5 · 11 months

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Radfems stop defending racism and white supremacy challenge: impossible

I'm pretty sure people use Emmett Till as an example only in a very specific context that op really wants to ignore: that being white women making false accusations against men of color with the purpose of getting others to inflict harm on them in a flurry of mob justice. "Central Park Karen" for example called the police because of a dispute with a black man and said "help, a black man is threatening me" she is weaponizing her whiteness for the police to arrive and brutalize him for the "crime" of being black.

Emmett Till's accuser got away with murder. She lied the entire time up until she died or old age, something her victim would not get to do. She repeatedly stated that he assaulted her and never once showed remorse for what she did. She is a criminal, and does not deserve any consideration or defense.

#radfems are racist?#whod have thought

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faggotron9000000 · 2 years

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genuinely i think i've spent [~8yrs, the majority of my adult life & the entire time since i've known i was trans] trying to find a justification for how the ideology that i fled to-- queer feminism-- is so consistently hostile to me both online and off, and i just can't. i can't find solutions to the fundamental inconsistencies of the liberal queer feminism zeitgeist i (voluntarily but also necessarily) live in, and also recognize my own humanity.

i dont think you can have a truly trans-inclusive feminism that is also constantly suspicious, derisive, and in-defense-from men or masculinity.

i think the greatest crime & defining feature of White Feminism™ is a lack of self-awareness about the ways womanhood can be weaponized in service of white supremacy-- the ways that white womens' fears and tears are (both intentionally and unintentionally!) used as justification for racist & classist violence. the notion that men are privileged over women is only true in some contexts, and whiteness is (or at least should be, imho) the most glaring one.

imho, self-awareness about the ways that i can be dangerous and hurtful, even unintentionally, is like, my most basic responsibility as someone who thinks racism and sexism are bad. white dude allyship 101 is being self-aware enough to recognize when some interpersonal conflict or rudeness Aren't Really Personal-- recognizing that minority communities and individuals have rational & predictable self-defense mechanisms, and its kind and respectful for me to be understanding and accommodating about that even when it hurts my feelings. that's a piece of the cultural philosophy that i still agree with.

so i think it kind of just pisses me off to see that white feminism still has not grown much self-awareness about the ways that white women (& """"women""") can be dangerous themselves. the responsibility that i feel to forsake my own comfort for the good of others is not shared by white non-men. this suffuses the culture in ways that seem subtle, and are difficult to articulate, but don't feel subtle to me.

when i point out that norms in the culture are actually bad for me, my fellow trans queer feminists get angry and defensive. i cannot get my nonbinary roommate or upstairs neighbor or nonbinary-upstairs-neighbor's-cis-guy-roommate to stop calling me "them" no matter how much i ask them not to. i can't log on to social media without seeing memes about all the ways men suck-- t4t jokes, short king jokes, #notallmen, if men could get pregnant, men will literally X instead of get therapy, Types Of Guy, on and on and on. just constant humiliation and a thousand people rolling their eyes and waxing poetic about how its my duty to just take it.

i personally stopped making "men are trash" jokes in college bc 1) i was taught that public self-flagellation can be self-serving, and bc 2) i realized that every complaint about men as a class included black men, and i didn't feel like white ppl like me could talk that kind of shit and still consider ourselves allies. and like, i don't know, i still fucking feel that way?

i think that awareness of race has fundamentally informed my philosophy about gender, to the point that i that i think gender theory inevitably drifts into racism (or, more often, takes a sharp fucking turn into it) when it tries to be agnostic of race. to claim that men have an inherent power and privilege over women requires you to ignore the historical precedent where "protecting white women & children" has been the professed justification for racist violence (central park karen being a vivid recent example). and when you realize that this context is so important to this supposedly-universal male/female (or "men/non-men," the difference here is semantic) power dynamic, it starts to reveal the other contexts where men do not actually have the kind of power or clout that pop feminism seems to think we universally possess.

i don't know how to tell other queer people that i take it for granted that i am a man and that when they say "men" they mean me, too. i don't know how to tell people that living among self-avowed queer feminists has not led me to a people who are kind and accepting and treat me like i'm worthy of care in a way that the outside world of cishet people do not-- they all treat me like trash, and in a lot of the same ways. other queer people remind me constantly that they think i am stupid and annoying and they would love to never think of anyone like me ever again. and i don't see other groups of people receiving this standard i'm held to, that i have a moral responsibility to grow a thick skin, that "men who aren't trash know that when i say 'men are trash' i'm not talking about them." and like, i don't know, whether that's fair or not, i can't really deal with it, because i'm a person with my own traumas and my own intersections of oppresssion and whatever. i don't know. it feels [insulting? undignified? wrong?] to me to justify my like, right to dignity and care from my community, by citing that i am part of a minority group, i guess. like i think we all deserve those things bc we're human.

people don't really like it when i say i think that #notallmen hashtags-- implying-if-not-outright-stating that every individual person who IDs as a man is responsible for bearing the guilt for every sexual assault, every rude comment, every stereotypically bratty opinion ever held by another man-- was a perverse and pointed piece of widespread cruelty-- and pointing out that it was also tangentially transphobic doesn't do much to engage their sympathy, either. people think it's normal to treat me like i'm frightening, like i'm an enemy, like i'm dangerous-- trans men, trans women, and gnc butches-of-all-sorts have our emotions and behavior aggressively policed by other queer feminists based on our proximity to Obviously Scary Bad Cis Maleness & Masculinity. people put ads on lex for parties where No Cis Men Are Allowed and nobody has any inkling of why that's fucked up. cis gay men have a reputation for being transphobic, but nobody bats an eye when my lesbian friends think its cute to make gagging noises when i talk about finding men hot and wanting to fuck them. my broke transsexual ass is expected to lend infinite shoulders to cry on to every financially secure, college-educated, white ~non-man~ who wants to complain about the emotion work they do for men while also asking me about my genitals and regarding me with this weird mix of disgust and jealousy. i have to listen to other trans people complain about cis ppls' ignorance and cruelty while being ignorant and cruel towards me, and then when i point out my own burden in this exchange, they claim that i'm only upset because i don't respect their transness.

like, fuck, man, i'm tired, i've been tired for a really long time, everyone is so rude and disingenuous and solipsistic in dealing with actual ethical challenges. i just know that i'm expected to put up with a lot of shit that i wouldn't dare do to other people, either because i know it's uncouth because of the position i inhabit by merit of being a white man, or because i think it's just fucking cruel and disrespectful to say to anybody. i'm annoyed that the burden of trans allyship and antiracist allyship end at the border of white non-mens' comfort zones, that performative displays are vogue but actually leveling up your philosophy to incorporate consideration for new groups of people... isn't. i'm pissed off that a community that credits itself with trans pride and inclusivity seem incapable of taking the exact kind of criticism that they've bludgeoned me with for the last decade.

idk man it seems like every social ill that white feminists complain about suffering at the hands of men, they have also inflicted on me personally, as a trans man with a personal investment in the cause and the philosophy. there doesn't seem to be a social space for me where people genuinely treat me like a human who is worthy of care and community. "trans inclusivity" means not using the phrase "women's issues" to refer to abortion and never, like, actually thinking about how feminist culture is received by trans men. the shallowness makes me grind my teeth into dust, seemingly every time i talk to new people or log onto social media some jackass has to stomp on a nerve and then either get defensive or start crying when they're called out. it seems like taking cis white rich men down a peg by generalizing their sins as the sins of all men is more of a priority for feminism than treating someone like me as if i deserve dignity.

im currently reading queer theory books from the 90s that have better answers to contemporary gender-ethical questions than the fucking, twitter kink-at-pride discourse carousel and whatever. are we ever going to grow up or is feminism just going to end up in the reactionary dustbin of history, bc this new wave of terfdom does not look great for the philosophy's future

#fuck sorry i've just been like furiously mad for like 3 days solid #at this point i think i'd make more friends hanging out with leftist punks than with other queer people but eh grass is always greener #shit for brains roe v wade takes are coalescing like a decade of my frustrations with pop feminism #disk horse #the answer to the final question there is no

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