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oneprompt · 2 years

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Hi hi! Is it okay if I request prompt 12. (“ Is that your lipstick on ___ ? “) with Corazon? Gn reader if possible! Thanks a bunch and take care! :)

authors note : of course ! this prompt is so cute with cora , awee .. please enjoy <3

Corazon x Gn! Reader : “ Is that your lipstick on Y/n ? “

“Rosiii, cut it out...” You giggled warmly, fingers tapping against your husbands arms that were locked around your waist. You couldn’t help but laugh, the kisses tickling you, especially the ones Corazon planted on your neck and jawline.

He smiled brightly against your cheek, leaving a kiss on your right cheek. “Why? You’re so sweet, i can’t stop.” Corazon pulled away briefly, taking time to look at the work he left upon you. “And red looks amazing on you,” he blushed, finally noticing how much he had been kissing you. Your beautiful skin was dotted with lip marks, his lipstick highlighting the affections he gave to you. Surely, Corazon’s kisses could show not just you, but everyone how much he loved you! Catching your lover off guard, you have Corazon a soft peck on the lips. He wasn’t the only one who could give kisses, and you took pride in proving that. You kissed his jawline, lightly smearing the residue of his lipgloss onto his own pale flesh. You caressed his chest as you kissed at him, Corazon continuing to sneak kisses onto you everytime you pulled away from him.

“Cora-san, do we have any crackers left?” Your child wandered into the room, his dead eyes glued firmly on you both. Law scowled at the sight of you both, limbs entangled in an embrace. Jeez... you two couldn’t keep off of each other, even a seven year old could muster the will to cringe at such a thing.

You and Corazon looked down at your son, immediately letting go of each other. You immediately composed yourself, clearly forgetting of the kiss marks your beloved left on you. You smiled at Law, nodding your head happily.

“Mhm! We still have animal crackers, i think... You like those, right? The little bear ones?” You spoke with a smile, but your cheeks remained flushed from being caught acting like a total high school couple with your grown husband. Law stared at you, squinting his eyes harshly. Lord, nobody ever made you feel so judged more then your own child...

“They’re called teddy grams.” Law corrected before pointing at your face. “Why is Cora-sans ugly lipstick on your tired looking face?” You and your husband released an overdramatic gasp, perfectly in sync of one another.

“Tired looking!?”

“U-ugly!?”

Law waddled out of the room, now having the information he needed, as well as being a complete bulldozer on his parents personal moment. You two stood there, dumb founded. How on earth could a child be so hurtful? You and Corazon traded glances, both clearly unsure on what to do. Maybe being apart of Doflamingo’s crew was easier then adopting and raising a child like Law... Neither you, or your husband had any back bone to lecture him. I mean, Law was just naturally a blunt kid... You were certain of that.

“Soo...” Corazon dragged out, looking around the room. Would it be awkward to go back to making out with eachothers faces after that? He couldn’t help but wonder... “Wanna go back to kissing...?” He mumbled, face going as pink as his shirt. God, that child knew how to create an uncomfortable aura...!

You couldn’t help but smile, giving your husband a coy look. I mean, Law had his crackers now. There was no reason to not go back to his kissing, you two wouldn’t be bothered until dinner time.

“I’d love to,” You chuckled at Corazon’s excited expression. You rested your hands on his heated cheeks, giving him a small kiss on the lips. In just a kiss, the event from just moments ago was discarded from your thoughts. Now, all you could think about was Corazon and his lips. You repeatedly kissed him, mostly just leaving small ones on his lips but you occasionally dived in for a more longer and intimate kiss, one that would leave a euphoric feeling behind on the two of you. Your hands slipped from his cheeks, returning to his chest, just the way they had been earlier.

Corazon left kiss marks over ones that had existed from the moment prior. He layered the marks, making the ruby red colour truly stand out. You laughed softly, leaning against him as he left kisses along your throat.

“Oh, Rosi.. My cutiee,” you grinned in bliss, fingers hooking onto his shirts buttons. “Could we go to the b—,” Alas, Corazon would never get to accept that invitation, let alone would he ever get to hear it.

The door whipped open once again, Law following suite. And once again, you and Corazon were deathly embarrassed. Hell, even a part of Corazon was frustrated at the sudden cut off.

“Y/n, our shows on!” Law stated, staring up at you. Your mouth turned into an excited o shape, immediately letting go of your husband.

“The frog one? Oh! The season two finales tonight, Law...! We have to get ready,” You quickly rushed over to your son. “Just let me clean up my face and we can watch it!” You held your son close to your side, much to his dismay. You turned your head back to look at your husband, who had a frown on his face. You waved your hand to him, “come watch! We can all have a cuddle puddle,” you beamed, despite your sons groan of protest. Corazon thought.

Corazon left the room with you and Law, holding a tissue to clean your face with in the TV room. “What’s it about, you two?” He asked curiously, licking the tissue before wiping away at the red stains on your cheek.

“Well! A group of girls get taken to a new world and-,” You started to explain before Law huffed.

“He has to find out himself! We’re watching from episode one to tonights episode for Cora-san’s sake...!”

Corazon smiled happily at the two of you, patting both you and his son on the head with his sizeable hands.

“I’m excited!”

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soldier-poet-king · 6 months

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My heart is so big!!!! And sometimes that leaves me incredibly sad for no logical or discernable reason

#the FEELINGS are off and therefore im distraught #the duality of fran #im supposed to be sleeping but i am consumed by strange sad loneliness and also jealousy????????#GIRL. go 2 bed #also. once again. i am begging to have a social life and not be perpetually chronically exhausted #i want to learn to dance. i want to do so much #unfortunately i am literally so goddamn exhausted every waking moment #and that wont change until i move out and dont spend literally 3 hrs commuting everyday

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musicallad · 9 months

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Violetta and Camila 💜🧡

#season one is insane but the babies!!#violetta castillo #violetta #camila torres #also the little maxi fran moment is so sweet as well!!#al and his gifs <3

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pictureswithboxes · 1 year

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One thing I love a lot about the aa anime is how they designed the prosecution’s offices. Like. They really sat down and said “these assholes work in a palace”

#that moment when Fran is like ‘Phoenix Wright…’ with that smirk as she climbs those stairs #and the intense music plays as her heels click clack on the marble floor #1 - hot #2 - HOT #3 - AMAZING #4 - I just love it so much okay????#ace attorney #blah blah blah the difference between the prosecution and the defense is highlighted #bc the defense has small office and prosecutors have castle #resources #i know themes #i also know marble floors #Bailey post tm

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sednonamoris · 1 year

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deleted scene from the last chapter of ghost story that sadly didn’t work even though i really liked it

#fran writes #john marston x reader #gift horse #i’d put it in a later chapter but it really only works timeline wise in ch 2 sooo #enjoy lol #working on ch 3 now but i’m also juggling at least three wips at any given moment

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lacertae-dreamscape · 2 years

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fave 10 characters from any media and why u like them?

oh um that's one i have to think about anon <3

in no particular order, let's see...

Tobias (Animorphs) - i like the sweet and kind and sensitive type who's forced to reassess where he is as a person when he's stuck in a situation that doesn't allow him many leeways + confronting the inherent bias and hypocrisies of being human while... well. not being in a human body. (Tobias in Animorphs is a kid who's given the power to turn into animals for 2 hours, but gets trapped in the body of a hawk. This book series is probably one of the first hyperfixations i've ever had.)

Bilbo (The Hobbit) - someone who'd grown complacent with his life as it was, without listening to the part of him who asked for something different finally is pushed into taking that step into the something new and ends up finding that the world is so much bigger and so much MORE than he ever could believe... and then loses it all, goes back home alone and full of regrets and memories and loss, stuck in a place that should be his coveted home but is restrictive and small and too little all the same but also safe, and until the very last, continues to listen for the sounds of foreign footsteps by the door of his house.

Zenyatta (Overwatch) - if he was just a monk, it wouldn't have been as compelling as the idea of a monk who is a robot -not a cyborg, but a complex AI robot with what counts as a soul. A robot with a soul who can touch and connect with a higher spiritual being in which he believes into, a role of semi-pacifist who faces his own brand of racism as he's not human and never will be, threading on a thin line for acceptation and respect and equality and who believes so strongly in change and carving your own path. The finer appeal of life and a soul in a robot's body.

Giskard R. Reventlov (Asimov) - feels weird to go directly for the jugular with yet another robot but. Giskard appeared in two books from the Elijah Baley saga written by Asimov. It takes place chronologically in-between his early robot books (growth of robot use by humans) and the Foundation setting saga (far future where Earth is the first of many planets colonized by humans). This robot can read minds, which binds him even more strictly to the Three Laws of Robotics. I love him to a point it's hard to define why i do. He freezes when faced with a conundrum over whether the possible destruction of Earth will be a positive or not for the advancement of humans by allowing them to expand into space, but not before admitting his own limitations and gifting Daneel (another robot) with the same power of reading minds, tasking him the herculean job of aiding humanity in its growth.

The Sandman (Rise of the Guardians/Guardians of Childhood) - fascinating character that i met with the movie first, but i found myself loving as a character from the book version too. I love the softness of his interactions with others, and i personally love that he does not speak, i find it opens so many new ways of interpretation. Also his design is top notch and there is so much strength in *dreams*

Natsume (Natsume Yuujinchou) - hello we got manga here. uh. I personally find myself gravitating towards characters who, despite everything else, choose to be strong and kind in the face of opposition. Kindness is a choice. Natsume's story is that he can see spirits, and finds purpose in an old journal his grandma, who also could see spirits but had a sad life, left behind. Seeing characters who were not loved and had a hard time trusting others choose to be kind and find their own family is probably my favourite trope and i'll always love the innate strength of characters facing of things that are bigger than them and discovering the depths of their own selves.

Watanuki (XXXHolic) - similar to the above, but different. a twist of fate of a character who was never meant to exist learning to not only crave life but want it, want to survive in spite of fate, wanting to live and experiment life as it was meant to be, day after day, even if. even if. even when. (but BOI was my boi watanuki done dirty) He also sees spirits, he's also unable to control his own fate, but he's taught, little by little, that his own life has a meaning and a purpose. He's taught that he's wanted. that people care. It is a very important teaching.

Wander (Wander over Yonder) - hello? absolute optimistic alien whose entire shtic is wander around the galaxy to see how amazing it is? making friends and being positive even when life drags u down? knowing that, again: kindness is a choice and its not a bad choice, and that little good deeds matter? you know how much these things mean to me? no? oh god they do so much. in bad times, i cling to this kind of message. there is strength in taking the little things and simply living for them.

Hercule Poirot (Agatha Christie) - how could he not be here? this is the one and only detective i will love. (sherlock holmes is good but like. he'll always be secondary but ill always always always love poirot). this also includes the only actor ive ever seen that was able to truly portray the essence of this man, David Suchet. no other actor. *hisses* i just really love me a short, polite gentleman with incredibly specific manners who has his own sense of justice and an amazing brain.

Saitama (One Punch Man) - i guess i can end this with him haha. there is. a lot i can say about subversion of like. typical shounen/seinen tropes and whatnot, but at the end of the day, saitama's just a person. he's depressed and clinging so hard to the one thing he thought would be able to help (and now its worse than before) and having a hard time feeling like he's welcome in a society like this. he finds no place for himself, alienated as he is. i can. relate a lot to this. and despite everything else - yes its coming u know its coming. he chooses to do good things. he chooses to be a hero. he's by no means perfect, nor would i like him if he was. but he fights every day and that's all that matters in the end.

#fran talks #Anonymous #ekjghksfjhd #nice anons #this was a bit more uh. emotionally charged than i thought it would be #someone said u can learn a lot about someone by the tropes they like #i feel like the ending thing about me is 'fran loves found family and choosing kindness' and i guess that's a good estimate of me #i could have picked a lot of other charas but these are the ones that resonate with me at this current moment in time #10 was already too many as it is dfkjshdkfjh #ty anon #<3 i hope it was interesting to read i guess?#long post

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genderqueer-karma · 1 year

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the way i have two separate vk family sim saves… the trajectories of their paths can’t be more different

#yo it's d :)#for starters the unnamed and illusive ‘amateur chef’ wife is alive and the two of them are still married and in love or whatever #however this is set in like. 2000. so that may play a part in it #(yes that does mean fran’s a toddler. that may or may not have been 90% of my reasoning for this…)#EDIT: also mama vk is black (but still lightskinned. very much could pass the paper bag test. aa moment.)#that wasn’t intentional either. i just randomized a sim and stopped doing so after going ‘i like her vibe’ and that’s what happened.#i should’ve given v2 sim!manfred blue hair </3

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starkattaro · 1 year

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Started making this very personal mental health project. But I also really want to talk about it. Cause it's been helping me a lot.

Basically it's the write letters to yourself to express your emotions but with a little twist, basically, use an existing character; fictional, real, whatever. That you would REALLY want to be friends with. But for one or another reason you can't. Like you would be friends with them in another universe.

And write letters to them! About all the things that you can't speak to them about, or anyone about, since they can't hear you. Since, they will never hear a beep, you can talk about every single thing that's bothering you!

I'm doing this because I have a very big issue, saying my emotions or problems out loud if I feel there's a person behind. This has gotten so bad I can't talk to therapist without lying to them about the severity of my emotions because I simply feel irrationally guilty.

Normally, I spent these nights, where I just remember every trauma or pain I've had. Trying to learn from it. Trying to solve it all on my own. As well as dealing with it now so I don't have to interrupt anyone with my hurt in the morning. Obviously, this doesn't work often. Mostly makes me feel worse. And I've simply gotten tired of not being able to tell anyone that I'm seriously hurting.

That bottle has reached its damn limit.

This way I can let it out somehow.

The fact that it's someone I can never speak to, gives me comfort. They're Someone. So it doesn't feel like I'm talking to mid air, just not someone I can bother, cause they probably don't remember my existence.

I already feel less lonely, which is kinda tragic. Get rid of the could have beens if you're making your own, and finally tell someone your recurring thoughts.

Maybe in the future, I can talk honestly to someone about my issues. Wording myself correctly, letting go a bit off the guilt, as I have been practicing with the letter system.

Cause I can't go to therapy and fix my issues, if one of the issues is. Not being able to go to therapy. I'm 18 years old, so I need to do my own appointments now. It has definitely become harder. Here is my progress, that is my goal. To schedule some damn appointment, or tell my mom to schedule me some damn appointment. And go to the appointment, and. Tell it all to someone with a person behind.

#maro rambles #mental health #coping mechanisms #I've decided to call the project #letters for 3/4 #mostly cause it rhymed a bit #and it's the amount of letters in the name idk #it's also online if I think someone reads something I immediately think I am driving someone to missery it's horrible 😭#this blog was originally meant for this as well? but. again. i failed a bit. lol.#i can see someone crying and only feel awkward #but the moment I think I can make someone sad BOOM #duality of the Fran of Maro. i guess.

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sugusatosluut · 4 months

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Look, don’t touch

Choso Kamo x Fem!reader

MDNI✨

Includes: Smut, grumpy choso, rough sex, clingy and jealous choso ;)

Also hi! :) hope everyone is starting the new year off fantastic! I’m here and ready to be mutuals with other creators on here. A comment on who to write about + a prompt would be nice :) my ask is open as well! Much love,

Fran <3

Your time spent being Kenjaku’s favorite pupil was exhausting. You sometimes spent time with the other pawns that Kenjaku lured with the promise of something different that each of them had valued, even yourself. Your favorite though, was Choso Kamo. Even though he was definitely a loner, he would sometimes share things with you, like food or techniques. He’d back you up on missions, volunteer to ‘protect you’ during reconnaissance and both of those ended up with him pushing your face into the sheets of a hotel room that you had frequented when you didn’t feel like traveling back to the hideout. This one mission in particular, Kenjaku opted to tag along as well.

“My sweetest pupil, one of my most prized possessions. You’ve nearly mastered this technique, is this the result of choso helping you during your spare time?” He asked.

“Yes Master Kenjaku.” You bowed your head.

Choso looked over as Kenjaku picked your head up with two fingers and got awfully close to your face. His lips were mere centimeters from your own, and he used the body of Suguru Geto to give you a warm smile. He liked the feeling of Choso’s eyes watching every twinge of movement between you and other individuals, it’s almost like he wanted to see how far he could push choso until he made him snap and show his true colors.. he liked that they were similar, but kenjaku’s fantasy was set aside to tend to his other pupils. Before he removed his fingers from your chin, Kenjaku looked you up and down, before smirking and leaving.

After he left, choso let out a deep sigh he had been holding. God it really got to him that Kenjaku really knew how to get under his skin, he knew somewhat about Choso’s ‘crush’ on you, but not what you two did on or after missions. Choso quietly made his way over to you after Kenjaku left.

“I don’t like the way he looks at you.” He pouted from across the room.

“I can’t help that. I have to please Kenjaku.. but it doesn’t top wanting to please you, choso.” You smirked picking your head up to look at choso, who was clearly hot and bothered by both your words and your interaction with Kenjaku.

He huffed. It was something so simple and he already knew you weren’t into your ‘master’ but he wanted to hear it straight from your mouth.

Choso got up and quit his pouting. His face was serious and his demeanor was filled with tension.

“Get up.”

“Hm? Cho-“

“Get up.”

Choso grabbed your hand and pulled you into kenjaku’s resting place.. or office, whatever he called it, roughly pinning you between him and the door. His breath hot on your neck. All those taunting moments finally got to him, so he was going to take it further. He planted sloppy, wet kisses all over your neck and lips, sucking on your lips and shoving his hands up your top. You had no time to react, pure ecstasy shot through your body. Choso could do whatever he wanted to you and that was just the fact of the matter.

Suddenly he wrapped your hair into a ponytail around his palm, your whole body moving wherever he pulled you to go. He stopped you right in front of Kenjaku’s desk, aggressively pulling your skirt up. He rubbed circles on your puffy clit, his fingers feeling how wet you were just from kissing you.

“Choso-“ you panted.

“No- not until you tell me I’m your only master.” He grunted as he pulled your underwear to the side. He slid his cock up and down your folds, his tip throbbing at just the feeling of making contact with your precious cunt. He was grunting with anticipation, the reality of how rough he was being set in, but he couldn’t stop now. Is this what Kenjaku wanted? No- is this what you wanted? You wanted him to be rough with you and mark his territory, to fuck you in your master’s office, to see how only choso could make you weep, squirt and moan, how he could be the only man to destroy you and please you all at once. He wanted you to know that there was nobody else your cunt would willingly accept in all it’s tightness.

“Please, Cho- put it in, god! I- need you so bad.” You moaned gripping the desk. Choso had your ponytail in one hand and grabbed onto your waist with the other. He placed his body behind yours, embracing you, squeezing your hips and massaging them as he whispered in your ear.

“Tell me who your master is and I might just let you cum, pretty.” Choso’s words made your body shiver. He gave no warning before plunging his cock into your hole.

“G-gah!” You let out.

Choso was relentless. His behavior was far off than what you’ve seen prior to his odd jealousy. Choso never got jealous of anything as far as you knew.. but you were also oblivious of a lot of things. Your moans filled the air as choso waited for you to say what he needed to hear.

“Say it-mmm- say it or you’re not going to cum Princess.” I grunted as lewd sounds filled the air in Kenjaku’s space. You couldn’t take it anymore as your walls clenched around him, your throat letting out groans and moans before being able to speak through choso’s rough thrusts into you from behind.

“Y-you’re my one and only master choso, only you can have me!” You whined as you clenched harder around him. The enthusiasm and build up in your stomach was nearly edging you until choso said it..

“You can cum Princess, I’m right here- god you’re so tight I’m gonna - fuck! tch…” he panted before both of you came simultaneously. Choso kissed a line up your spine and pulled himself out slowly. He watched for a second as your hole dripped the mixture of the two of you out slowly. He turned you back around to himself and caressed your face. He wasn’t ever this affectionate. You figured maybe choso only wanted to hookup, but this only proved to you that Choso Kamo was a jealous man.

“Cho, were you jealous?” You smirked at him.

He sighed.

“A- a little yeah.. I think I would like to take you on a proper date to ask you out. When you have time though. Don’t want to piss off that old bastard.” Choso rolled his eyes.

“I’d love that choso.” You smiled.

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amberlynnmurdock · 4 months

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Neighbor Pt. 6

Matt Murdock x Reader

Summary: On a random midnight, she comes to Matt's apartment to feel less lonely. Matt lets her in.

Words: just under 3k!

Genres: FLUFF with a dash of angst because of course... they are just two lost souls confiding in the other <3

A/N: I sort of had trouble with this chapter but she's finally here lol. This picks up from Pt. 5... hope you like it!!!

Part 5

Matt felt rejuvenated the next morning.

Maybe it wasn’t stress he had been feeling the past few weeks… maybe it was something else, something he hadn’t felt in a while. Something that made him need sweet relief that throwing punches and taking hits couldn’t provide. He needed something more sensual—intimate. Something else to get his anxiety and frustration out. Even if it was a brush of contact. Something as simple as a touch.

Yeah, it had been a while since he’d felt that. And it felt so good to listen to her like that… despite how wrong it was. That was until she said his name out loud. Matt pondered the question all morning as he lay in bed waiting for his alarm to go off. What did it mean? Did she like him like that? What should he do next?

Nothing, he decided. It was wrong he knew she felt that way about him… it was wrong he continued to listen to her. It was wrong of him to think he could ever make her happy when he leads the life he leads. But God, did it feel so good to think that for a moment—just a moment—it might be possible.

He rolls out of bed as soon as he hears his automated alarm go off. Wake up, wake up! Matt slams the alarm with his fist, harder than he intended to. He sits for a moment on the edge of his bed, feeling achy all over. Other people in the apartment are waking up right now, too. Downstairs, someone turns their stove on and begins to cook bacon. Another apartment opens its windows to the cool winter air. And her—she’s awake now, too. She turned her TV on to the news.

“Daredevil took down an armed robbery and saved an old woman at the corner bodega…“

Matt tunes it out immediately.

It was strange to hear news about himself playing in her apartment. It made him uncomfortable. There he was, imagining a future with her and playing with the idea of being intimate with her, all the while having one of the biggest secrets ever.

After a hot shower and brewing coffee, Matt was just about to be on his way out. He heard her shuffling behind her door, slipping her boots on, and zipping up her coat. They always walked out at the same time, an unspoken ritual. Maybe it was safer to keep it like this, Matt thought. Maybe this was as far as they’d ever go.

Matt took a deep breath as he stepped out, unsurprisingly at the same time as she did. Matt heard her heart rate quicken as she saw him.

“G’morning, Matt,” she said softly, as casually as she could.

“Morning,” he smiled. Act natural. “Sleep well?”

She paused, ever so slightly, and locked her door. “I did, better than I normally do. You?”

“Same,” Matt answered, picking up on her hesitation. Maybe he should leave the conversation at this, not push anything further. From the way she was speaking quietly to her slight quiver, Matt knew she was nervous. He didn’t want to make her feel that way.

“I hope you have a good day, Matt,” she smiled, walking ahead of him down the stairs. Before Matt could give a response, she was already out the door. Matt slowly followed behind, somehow feeling guilty about it all over again.

She weighed heavy on his mind all day—did he do something wrong unknowingly? All of this was confusing—he heard her say his name at her most intimate, and this morning she seemed to want to avoid him altogether. What happened?

Maybe he was overthinking it. Maybe there wasn’t anything wrong.

***

Matt walked up the steps to his apartment slowly, one hand using his cane to guide himself, the other holding onto the rail. He passed the floors of the other apartments. They were all so loud to him. Fran had the TV on a bit higher than usual. Someone’s dog was barking begging to be fed. Another was on the phone having a heated conversation with an in-law. All day, Matt was consumed by conversations he wished not to be part of. Sounds he wished he could drown out and turn off.

Finally, he reached the floor of his apartment—and hers. He liked that he shared this floor with only her. He paused at the top of the steps and pressed his fingertips against the wall. She was inside, home already from work. From the sound of her soft breathing and very still movement, Matt knew she was sleeping. A part of him melted inside. Tired from a long day of work himself, he walked as quietly as he could to his apartment and opened the door slowly to avoid making any sound.

He wasted no time changing into his Daredevil gear and waiting on his roof.

***

Matt felt accomplished when he arrived back on his rooftop after a night out as Daredevil. He stopped another robbery and saved an old couple’s bodega. He saved an old man from being mugged. He saved a young girl and her mother from an abusive ex-boyfriend.

Entering his apartment, he stripped himself of his Daredevil gear and locked it away in his old trunk. He paused, hand still on the locked trunk that held his most detrimental secret. This trunk used to belong to his father. He pushed it inside the closet and closed the door. He made a sign of the cross and stalked off to the bathroom.

It was shortly past midnight. After washing off in the shower, Matt changed into sweatpants. He lay in bed and shut his eyes. His thoughts always drifted to the same thing: was there more to this life, than just keeping a secret?

After reciting a prayer and just as he was about to fall asleep, he heard a gentle knocking on his door. His eyes shot open and his senses were fully engaged in the source of the sound. More knocks came. It was her. She shivered under her cardigan and shifted in her slippers from foot to foot, anxiously. Was something wrong? Why was she at his door so late?

Matt threw on a shirt quickly and walked over to open his door. Just as she was about to turn around and retreat to her apartment, thinking this is stupid, Matt opened his door. She stood there with her arms tucked around her frame and shivered from the cold in the hallway.

“Hi,” she said in a tired voice, “I’m sorry, Matt. I know it’s late. But I heard your shower go off and assumed you were awake and—God, I realize how creepy that sounds that I heard your water running so I knew you were awake—never mind. I’ve spoken too much,” she rambled nervously, shivering from the cold in the hallway. Matt was surprised by her presence; he wasn’t upset at all. He welcomed her sudden appearance but couldn’t help but wonder why she was there.

Not to mention her apologizing for hearing his water running, and assuming he was awake. After all the things he’s heard her do through her apartment… Matt was in no place to judge (not that he would, anyway).

“It's okay,” Matt whispered her name. “I was awake. Is everything alright?”

“Yeah,” she said, and Matt didn’t have to listen to her heartbeat to know she was lying. It was in her voice, her mannerisms. The way she answered quickly without really considering his question. “I just—“ and she was shivering so much.

“You can come in,” Matt opened the door wider. “It’s cold in the hall.”

“Okay,” she stepped inside his apartment and away from him as he shut his large, old door. Matt locked it and turned around to smile at her. It was then Matt realized he forgot to put his glasses on.

“I’m sorry, let me get my glasses on,” Matt said sheepishly, reaching for them on the side table.

“It’s okay,” she said, “you don’t have to put them on.” She paused, looking at his handsome face in the low glow of his apartment. He wasn’t hard to look at at all—from his warm hazel eyes to his plump lips.

“Are you sure you won’t be uncomfortable?” He asked.

“Yeah,” she answered. “I’m barging in on your place—you don’t have to sacrifice your comfort for mine.”

He smiled at that and then offered her to take a seat on his couch. He allowed her a moment to get a sense of her surroundings—she’d never been in his apartment before. Her heartbeat was steady. She looked around his living room and squinted at the windows when the large screen across the street flashed bright purple and pink lights.

“Wow,” she said, looking back at his dark apartment. “Those are bright.”

“So I’ve heard,” Matt said lightly with a warm smile. “Do you want any water?”

“I’m okay. Thank you.”

She curled up on the corner of his brown leather couch, tucking her feet in underneath her legs. She was still shivering. Matt offered her the blanket that lay on it and she took it gracefully.

“I’m sorry to bother you,” she said sheepishly wrapping the blanket around her shoulders, “truthfully, I couldn’t sleep and I could use a friend to talk to.”

A friend? Matt’s heart jumped at this. She considered him a friend.

“I’m glad you came,” Matt replied.

“On Christmas, you told me that any time I felt lonely, I could come by. So… this is one of those times.”

“Yeah,” Matt nodded. “Felt lonely tonight?”

“Not anymore,” she sighed, pleasantly, like his presence alone was enough to cure whatever it was she was feeling. “I took a long nap after work to avoid it and woke up feeling worse than I did before. Like a harrowing, deep hole in my chest.”

Matt knew that feeling all too well—a hole he’d been trying to fill since he was 11. It occurred to him in that moment Matt hardly knew anything about her. Where she came from, what her story was. She knew bits and pieces of him but he didn’t know anything more than that she lived alone and worked at a bookstore.

“I understand,” Matt said. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“Maybe another time,” she said, pushing the matter away. “I just wanted to get my mind off it.”

Matt was happy she was comfortable enough to come to him this late at night for nothing more than just another person to talk to. He could be that person for her—he wanted to be that person for her.

“I didn’t know you had hazel eyes,” she said softly. “You shouldn’t hide them as much as you do behind those red glasses.”

Matt blushed—unfamiliar with this feeling in his chest, like a bubbling warmth spread over that harrowing hole she was talking about just moments ago. “Oh,” he said. “People can get uncomfortable when they see my eyes.”

“Then screw them,” she said defiantly. “Like I said…you shouldn’t sacrifice your comfort for theirs.”

“Thank you,” Matt replied. “For understanding that part.”

“Were you—“

“Born blind?” Matt had finished this question so many times, that it became a habit to interject whenever anyone began to ask it. “No. It was an accident when I was a kid.”

“What happened? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“I don’t mind,” Matt shrugged. He wanted to open up to her, as much as he could—without revealing his biggest secret of all. “I saw an old man crossing the street. A large truck with chemical containers was coming down the block at the same time. I pushed the old man out of the way. The truck lost control, and swerved to avoid hitting us. Well, it did bump me a little, and all the chemicals fell over, leaking everywhere. Some of it got in my eyes and—“

“That was it,” she finished his sentence. “Wow.”

“That was it,” Matt repeated. His gaze fell on the carpet. He sat at the opposite end of the couch.

“So, little Matt was a hero?” He could hear the smile in her voice when she said this. Matt chuckled.

“I did what anyone else would have.”

“How many adults were there, do you remember?”

“It was on a random corner in Hell’s Kitchen. Plenty of people were walking around.”

“So, you did what anyone else would have avoided.”

Matt blushed, looked away from the general direction he was looking in. It felt different to be called a hero when it was coming from her lips.

“Sure,” he finally said. “We can go with that.”

“Do you…” her voice trailed off, unsure how to phrase her next question without sounding offensive.

“You can ask me anything,” Matt assured her. “You know a lot about me that some of my closest friends don’t know. Nothing’s off the table.”

“Do you miss having sight? That’s probably a silly question. Do you remember the last thing you saw?”

“The sky,” Matt answered, a flash of blue appearing in his mind. “That was the last thing I saw. And I do miss having sight,” Matt took a deep breath. “But there are other ways to see.”

“Absolutely,” she agreed. “How do you see in other ways?”

What a loaded question, he thought.

“Touch, for one. I can get a sense of something when I touch it. Smell—easy to distinguish what’s on my plate. I still know what a majority of things look like.”

“But not people,” she stated.

“Not people,” Matt affirmed. “But there’s a way for me to paint a picture in my mind.”

“How? A person describes what they look like?”

“Descriptions help,” Matt answered, “but touching their face helps a hell of a lot more.”

She was silent for a moment, understanding his answers and pondering them. She wondered what he would think of her if he could see. Matt felt as if she was wondering that very thought.

“Do you want to touch my face?” She asked in a hesitant voice. “Or I can describe to you what I look like.”

Matt felt his heart grow in his chest. How could he answer that question, without revealing his true feelings for her right then and there? It had been months of being her neighbor that he hoped and prayed he could cross that threshold with her. Hell, it was a miracle she was in his apartment at that moment.

“Only if you’re comfortable,” Matt finally said, shifting in his seat.

“I am,” she whispered, leaning forward. “Come here.”

Matt moved closer to her on his couch until his left knee was touching her right. When he sat close enough to her, she grabbed his hand and wrapped her fingers around his wrist to guide him.

Starting with her hair, she gently brushed his fingers through it. It was soft. Every thread of her hair felt like water slipping gently through his fingers. Matt held his breath as his fingers grazed her neck. He had to close his eyes for this part. Matt gently placed his hand on the side of her neck, feeling how soft her skin felt on his fingertips. Like Braille, he ran his fingers ever so lightly on her skin, goosebumps following his touch.

He moved his hand to the side of her face, cupping her cheek in the palm of his hand. He gently ran his thumb over her brow bone, smoothing it out. Then he traced his thumb under her eye in a sweeping motion. His gaze fell on her chin. He traced the pad of his thumb down the bridge of her nose, stopping at her cupid’s bow. She gently let out the breath she didn’t know she was holding. Matt gently let out a breath too. He took his other hand and cupped the other side of her face in his palm, feeling her cheeks heat against him. Her heart was pounding in her chest, a steady boom boom, boom boom, he had come to memorize to help him fall asleep. He caressed her chin with his thumb and traced her jawline before slowly running his hand down the length of her neck, retreating to his thigh.

“Beautiful,” Matt whispered. It was all he could say.

“Matt…” she uttered his name, trailing off, losing her words. Her heart felt like a cement block in her chest. He swallowed hard, resisting the urge to touch her again. She reached for his hand and placed it on her face, desperate to feel how gently he held her again, something she hadn’t felt in a long time.

She turns her head into his hand and kisses his palm. Matt moves his fingers to the back of her head and guides her lips to his, a kiss that should’ve happened a long time ago. Her lips molded to his, the taste of her bringing him back to life, filling that empty hole in his chest again. He hoped it had the same effect on her. Her hand moved to hold his face, a plan to not break the kiss. A plan that didn’t matter if it worked or not, because Matt wasn’t going to let go anytime soon. He wasn’t going to let go of her.

When she eventually did pull back, he only wanted more.

“Thank you,” she whispered breathlessly, “for letting me in.”

Letting her into his apartment, or letting her into his heart—both answers were suitable.

Eventually, she did go back to her apartment, for reasons they didn’t need to say out loud. But it would be a while until they brought up this night again.

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got to draw fran for an e-sim donation 🍉

I'm providing art in exchange for donations as part of an initiative by cartoonist cooperative! i'm giving pdf copies of my graphic novel, and doodle commissions such as this!

(that said, I'm full up on slots at the moment and real busy so expect a slow turnaround... also they will NOT be this clean, i spent a lot more time on this because, hey, fave character <3)

there's tons of artists available, and also plenty other e-sim drives outside our cooperative's :] or better yet, you can just donate directly!

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hello , im franny. im the admin for this account <3 im twenty years old and i use she / her pronouns. i love making friends , please dm me if you please ..!

my f/o’s are who’s who , rob lucci and sasaki <3 please tag me in content of them.

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please dni if you are -18 , don’t support lgbt themes , will leave unprompted hate on my things , will break any of my rules.

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Francesca Caviglia 🎀🌈

#just some cute fran moments!#violetta #francesca caviglia #al and his gifs <3

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One Day : Chapter 3

azriel x reader

a/n: let me know if you'd like to be on a taglist for this series!

Warningsd: fluff, pining

word count: 1.6k

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“You're not going to spend the Summer Solstice with us again?” Azriel had just informed Rhysand he was departing for the Dawn Court, where y/n had been training under Thesan for ten years. “You know I always spend it with y/n, Rhys.”

“Didn’t she visit recently?”

“Don’t I spend everyday with you?” Rhys raised an eyebrow at his brother. “You two are adorable, really.”

“Shut up.” Azriel would never admit it to anyone, but he held a small bit of resentment towards Rhys for introducing y/n to Thesan. If he would have known that bringing her to that meeting would have ended up in her moving away he would have never done it- or at least thought twice about it. He loved Rhys and Cassian and Mor and even Amren for the unlikely family that they were. Bound not by blood but by choice. Their lives were so interwoven that meeting y/n was a breath of fresh air. He got to spend most days with her for a year before she left for Dawn. They visit each other frequently enough that the friendship hasn’t faltered in the last decade.

But Azriel missed her. Spending the holiday with her was nonnegotiable.

“I have to deliver some things to her anyways.” Rhysand gives him one of those looks “you don’t need to make up excuses Azriel, you miss the female you love that is perfectly understable. What I do not understand is why you insist on keeping her as your friend-”

“Don’t you ever get tired of listening to yourself talk? And I’m not making up excuses. Her friends always give me letters and care packages to give her since your wards don’t allow mail to go in or out of Velaris.”

“Sorry for keeping the city too safe for you-”

“I’ll see you in a few days.”

“Send y/n my love.”

Once in the Dawn Court Azriel felt infinitely lighter. There was a permanent air of tranquility that the Night Court lacked. He walked a few steps up to the the familiar cottage and knocked three times. “Az!” The pink door swung open and y/n jumped on him, squeezing tight. “I’m so happy you’re here, come in, come in.” Azriel handed her one of the two bags he carried “Bec, Nomi and Fran sent these.” Then he remembered “and Rhys sends his love.”

Y/n smile widens as she grabs the large bag of goodies. He watched her open them. Most were letters containing updates and gossip about their lives. There were a few care packages, Nomi always sent her cookies, Fran sent books and Bec sent a small portrait of her babe. “I can’t believe how big she’s gotten,” y/n turns the frame around so Azriel can see “I saw her this Spring and I swear she was half this size.”

“I can’t believe Bec has a baby.” Y/n gasps and tries to push down a chuckle. “She was the wildest of us, now look at her, mated and a mother.”

Azriel did not know what compelled him to say what came out of his mouth but before he could stop himself he was asking “would you ever want that?”

“What?”

He reasoned there was no real harm in asking a friend about her desires so he clarified “you know, a mate and a baby, that whole thing.”

“Oh,” she thought about it for a moment. “Yes, I think so. But not now. Well- I don’t even have a mate but with work right now I’m doing so much I’d hate to stop. But in the future, yes.” Azriel muffled the warm relief that flooded his chest at her response. “And you?”

He nodded, “same as you, one day, far into the future.” Y/n smiles as she looks through the books Fran sent. “Do you have food?” He walks towards the kitchen he knows she never fully stocks. How she keeps herself alive on crackers and nut butters he will never understand.

“I don’t like what you are insinuating. I went to the market yesterday.” Azriel opens the icebox and sees some meat and fruits. Then he opens the cupboards and sees a sack of potatoes. “We can actually make something-” knocking on the door interrupts him.

“Finally,” he hears from the other room “Az, come here.”

“Are you expecting someone?” Y/n opens the door and a male stands on the other side. His hair is light brown, almost blonde. He’s taller than her, but a head shorter than Azriel. He wears glasses and he smiles as he hands y/n a bouquet of flowers and a bottle of wine. “Az, this is Lenus, my boyfriend” Azriel feels a stab in his gut “Lenus, this is Azriel.”

The boyfriend steps forward and extends his hand to shake Azriel’s. “I’m so glad to finally meet you, y/n has told me many things about you.”

“Oh Az, I hope you don’t mind. But since there is no Summer Solstice party here I thought we might as well celebrate just us three.” Three. He knew he needed to react well, never wanting to do anything to upset you. “Oh of course, I just- I didn’t know you met someone.”

Y/n walked to the kitchen and the two males followed. She opened the bottle of wine and Lenus fetched three glasses. “Thank you honey, we started seeing each other around the time I came back from the Night Court. But we met a few years ago, in one of the libraries.”

“I’m a scribe,” Lenus explained with a smile. “Oh?”

“Yes, I had to research an herb that one of the apothecaries wanted to add to a tonic we use frequently and- well you know me I had to double check the information. So I went to the library and Lenus spent the whole day helping me.” Azriel could throw up from the lovey dovey display happening in front of him. In all their years of friendship he had never seen her actually like someone.

She had dated plenty of people, but nothing ever lasted more than a week or two. More importantly she had never called someone her boyfriend.

Lenus prepared dinner for them. Azriel had to reluctantly compliment him on the food because it was indeed delicious and whenever he visited y/n in the past, the pickings were slim when it came to eating. He never blamed her or complained about it. She was a healer and cooking was not her priority.

He hated that this male seemed to be good for her. Knew that was selfish of him. That deep down he wanted to be in his position. His thumb drawing lazy circles on her hand. “So y/n tells me you two actually met on Summer Solstice?”

“Technically we met the day after, but yes. Eleven years of friendship today” Azriel tips his glass towards her and she returns the gesture. “Happy anniversary Az.”

Lenus looks between them “have you always been just friends?” Azriel lets y/n handle the question. “Well, he’s also been my patient more times than I can count.”

The male relaxes a bit at her explanation. “Dear, I’m sorry but I must be on my way. There is an auction in the Day Court tomorrow for some ancient texts and I was tasked to go. I’ll come find you when I get back.” The group stands up from the table and walks Lenus to the door. “Thank you for cooking” Azriel shakes his hand and leaves the couple to say their goodbyes in private.

“So… what do you think?” As much as he wanted to dislike her boyfriend he couldn’t. “He seems great, y/n.”

“Do you mean it?”

“You know I’d never lie to you. Are you happy?”

“It’s still early days, but yes.” That’s all he could ever want for her. “Then I’m happy for you.”

Y/n hugs him. Her scent has never changed, not since that first night. It’s sweet with a hint of citrus. He breathes it in as he hugs her back. “Wanna dance?”

She laughs “here?” Azriel breaks the hug and makes her spin “Summer Solstice tradition.” He pulls her close and they slow dance to imaginary music. “Are you going to stay in this court forever?”

“No, I’m only waiting on Thesan to find my replacement. I miss the Night Court.”

“It misses you too.” They dance in silence for a few moments before Azriel speaks again. "Will Lenus come with you?"

"We haven't discussed it yet."

“You know, I often wonder what would have happened between us if you had stayed.”

“I used to wonder too.”

“We had a pretty good date, remember? Before the meeting with Rhysand.” She laughs, probably remembering how much of a nervous wreck he was that day. “It was a nice date, yes. But you know this was an opportunity I couldn’t pass up.”

“I know, and I’m so proud of you.”

“I think, had I stayed, we would have made it work.”

“I think so too.”

She breathes, “I think if we got together that first year it would have been a different story, though.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I was convinced you were in love with Mor and I never allowed myself to see you as more than a friend until that conversation on the boat, but by then we didn’t know it was too late.”

“To be fair, I could have been clearer with my intentions.” She laughs, “that’s true. What about you, is there someone back home?”

Azriel could have lied and said there was someone, maybe a few people he was interested in seeing, but he couldn’t lie to her “I’m a lone wolf these days.”

She pulls away from his chest to look up at his face “are you happy?”

He thinks about it. His existence has been filled with hardships and heartbreak. Scars litter his body. But, in this moment, with her so close he can honestly say “I am.”

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