#matt: who the FUCK is fighting all these guys. this is MY city >:(
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actually me getting back into tmnt is such funny timing because of daredevil. because tmnt pays a lot of homage to the daredevil comics/origins. the mutagen from tmnt being what spilled and blinded matt. matt fighting ‘the hand’, the turtles fighting ‘the foot’... i don’t trust marvel enough to ever let the two crossover in the movies/tv shows but it would blow my mind if the turtles ever made a small appearance or something
#matt: who the FUCK is fighting all these guys. this is MY city >:(#four humanoid turtles running around in the sewers: lol#marvel STAY away from them. i know the limits and bounds of your cgi lately. stay AWAY#imagine bayverse.... but worse somehow#and i know they'd make mikey so worse#a crossover comic would be fun#ik they did the batman thing not long ago but i never watched it cos apparently it was bad lol#actually imagine matt fighting the mf krang. imagine foggy meeting mondo gecko#casey meeting karen????? i would scream actually#matt meeting splinter and being like. the fuck#tmnt#marvel
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⋆𐙚𖦹 bf matt headcanons
an hiiii sorry for disappearing again😓 let me know if you want a pt 2 or nsfw version
bf!matt who becomes your designated driver. doesn't matter if you can drive and have a car; he will drive you around anywhere and everywhere.
bf!matt who keeps your lip products in his car, almost as if it's your car.
bf!matt who keeps your favourite hello kitty toy on his car dashboard.
bf!matt you lets you tie bows everywhere in his car.
bf!matt who carries you around when you're tired.
bf!matt who grumbles a bit while doing silly tik tok trends but loves it either ways.
bf!matt who loved the kiss trend. (it gave him an opportunity to get unlimited kisses from his favourite person.)
bf!matt who loves to call you his girl.
bf!matt who is not a fan of pda but constantly has a arm around you.
bf!matt who wants you after any minor inconvenience.
"baby please i need you im dying"
"matt my love you just tripped over a rock"
bf!matt who swears he hates to be teased by his brothers and friends about but secretly loves it.
bf!matt who is socially awkward and lets you do the talking.
"excuse me, you got his order wrong!"
"can you let me how much this costs?"
"sorry to say, but matt is quite busy on the 25th. if you want we can reschedule the event. thank you!"
bf!matt who is listener. he listens to all of your endless talks. he can never get bored of your yapping.
bf!matt who has a girls night with you every weekend. he'll spend the entire night talking and bitching about people in the city with you.
bf!matt who loves gossiping. he knows all the tea. he also remembers who did what, who's dating who, who has beef with who, who fucked their bestfriend's ex and when. basically he is very much interested in the drama.
bf!matt who loves to cuddle you. anytime you're lying in his bed, he needs you in his arms. or needs to snuggle in your neck or chest.
bf!matt who gets his best sleep only when he's sleeping on your chest.
"but baby i love my personal pillow, so soft and all mine"
bf!matt who gets your favourite flowers everytime you two go on a date.
bf!matt who's not an aggressive person but will pick up a fight with anyone who makes his girl uncomfortable.
"that guy keeps weirdly staring at you, be right back gonna pluck his eyes out"
"mattew please!"
bf!matt who hates the word 'mattitude' but doesn't mind that coming from you.
"matt please your mattitude is showing"
bf!matt who continuously eats his brothers' ears off talking about you.
bf!matt that brings you up in every possible conversation.
"ohoo yn would like this"
"my girl loves this restaurant, let me get something packed for her"
"yn does that too!"
"dude can you not talk about her?"
"no tf?"
bf!matt who's genuinely surprised and happy everytime you get him something, be it flowers, his favourite drink, handmade cards or gift. he's absolutely starstruck.
bf!matt who's mesmerized seeing you in his clothes. he loves the way his shirt looks on you.
bf!matt who'll sometimes pick your nails or design or nails.
bf!matt who gets matching nails with you.
bf!matt who will make sure to pay for your nails.
bf!matt who lets you colour his tattoos when you're bored.
bf!matt who got a tattoo for you just three months into the relationship.
bf!matt with whom you have a matching tattoo.
bf!matt who knows he'll marry you.
#cherrynflowergarden🦢🌹🍒#matt sturniolo#chris sturniolo#nick sturniolo#sturniolo triplets#christopher sturniolo#nicolas sturniolo#sturniolo x reader#matt sturniolo x reader#matt sturniolo x you#matthew sturniolo#matt sturniolo fluff#matt sturniolo smut#matt sturniolo fanfic#matt stuniolo fanfic#matt sturniolo x yn#matt sturniolo headcanon#chris sturniolo fanfic#chris sturniolo x you#chris sturniolo x reader#chris sturniolo smut#nick sturniolo x you#sturniolo x you
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The Shower Scene, Pt. 4
Taglist: @emzandthevoid @mentallynot-here @bloodymug @sprokat @princesspeach-00 @ghoulsquad @missduffsblog @yeehaw-my-guys @lma1986 @artificialbreezy
Author's Note: I apologize for taking so long to do this chapter! I have had a bit of writer's block and I have been busy doing a lot lately. This will be the finale to this series, I really hope you enjoy! Feel free to give me more ideas! I was thinking of writing some Sasuke or Itachi fics as well.
Warnings: 18+, MDNI, NSFW. Extremely long and descriptive smut, unprotected p-in-v (be safe about it, or use condoms please), overstimulation, degradation, praise, oral (female receiving), punishment, spanking, swearing, squirting, casual alcohol consumption
PSA: this is very obviously a work of fiction, and should in no way be taken seriously or literally. this piece of fiction uses real people in fictional and fantastical mindsets--and it is in no way a representation of the real person or who they are as a whole. Thank you for coming to our ted talk.
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Atlanta.
The humid wind hits your face, the city never motionless around you. You inhale the air, closing your eyes and letting your body relax. Your nerves are completely jumbled and overstimulated as your mind mulls over the past week so far.
The pictures of yourself flash through your head. Noah's words flooding your mind. You can't escape the anxiety it brought you, and the excitement of your actions.
You stared at your feet, black vans reflected against tan concrete as you stood against the bus. Twiddling your thumbs and exhaling heavily, you turn to Davis as he approaches you.
"Hey, kid! Some of the guys were just thinking of exploring the botanical gardens and the zoo and maybe going for some grub, wanna come?" He smiles at you, raising an eyebrow for an inviting answer.
"Shit, bro, I'm down." You agree and smile back. It was the first day off in over a week and you were grateful for it. You were looking forward to moments with Noah, but you also needed to get out and do something else for once.
As you and Davis caught up with the group, consisting of both you two, Ruffilo, Noah, Matt, and Jolly (the rest went off to do other things), you could hear their jesting and cackles even from a ways back.
"Morning guys!" You say, smiling and out of breath.
"Hey (Y/N)!" You were greeted by multiple of them.
Noah turned, walking backwards. "Hey, (Y/N)," he smirks lazily, waving his hand, drawing his eyes over you subtly and licking his lips.
You huff, catching his eyes and offering a suggestive smile. "Hi, Noah." He smiles back at you, and then turns back around to continue walking. You admire his long, toned frame as he took smooth strides forward.
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All of you thoroughly enjoyed the relaxing and wondrous vibes of the gardens and the culture of the city. Having been walking and exploring for over 2 hours, you all decide to pause your activities for a bit of lunch.
"What should we eat? I'm starving, man," Ruffilo comments.
"Hmm. Haven't had Chipotle in a while," Davis replies.
"How about sushi?" Matt adds.
You're silent. Honestly, you're so hungry, you don't even care what you guys eat. Anything sounds good.
Noah steps up beside you. "Sushi sounds fuckin' fantastic," he agrees.
When the others aren't paying any attention, Noah leans into your ear quickly and quietly, "I'm hungry for something else, though."
You almost gasp when he leans away, giving a quick caress to your ass while the others are walking away. He casually smirks at you, continuing to walk in the direction of the Japanese sushi bar on the corner.
Your face felt hot, and you were fighting the frustrated blush that crept up your face. You were nearly hyperventilating and you couldn't help it. You took a deep breath of the next gust of Georgia wind that caressed your face, composing yourself and catching back up with the group.
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"Fuck, this hits the spot dude." Matt comments, and you're nodding along with the rest of the guys.
"Hell yeah."
You're all sitting at the table, a whole boat of sushi in front of you and then some. Ruffilo is sipping on sake while all of you make small chit chat.
"Hey! Ruffilo! Let me try some of that," you say.
"Ever had sake?" Ruffilo says.
"No," you state, taking the small white cup from his hands.
"What!" You hear half of the table exclaim, with pleas of interest in you trying the drink.
You slowly take a sip. Instantly the taste of the Japanese alcohol hits your tongue and you're writhing. "Yuck! Oh! That's revolting!"
Cracks of laughter erupt from the table. Soon, you are laughing as well.
"That's enough of that," you joke.
After lunch, you all go shopping and walk around downtown. After several hours of being out and having free time the whole day, it was time to return to the hotel that was booked for the night. In the morning, you would quickly pack up and shuffle back onto the bus for Orlando, Florida.
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Walking away from the bus with a suitcase in hand and backpack over your shoulder, you step into the hotel. You stop at the front desk to get your keycard from the receptionist.
"Room for (Y/L/N), please."
"Ahh," she pauses, typing on her keyboard. "We don't have a room here, I'm afraid..."
You frown. "All of these rooms should have been pre-booked," you state. Your mind frantically searches for a solution. You begin to list the several names of the other crew members and band members, but most were already in their rooms. You thought of one more name.
Oh, you thought. He didn't!
"There may be another name," you try. "Sebastian?"
The receptionist, looking mildly annoyed now, huffs and types in the name. You ignore her annoyance, watching patiently. A look of resolve crosses the receptionist's face. You feel hopeful.
He did.
"Hmm," she says. "It appears one more keycard is available for this room. Just sign this document and you may have your keycard."
You fill out the appropriate paperwork, signing on the line. The receptionist pulls the paper back to her and slides the keycard across the counter. You exchange your thanks.
"Room 207, 3rd floor." The woman tells you and turns away.
You don't waste anymore time. As you walk down the hall to the elevator, the smirk on your face grows 10 miles wide, confidence enveloping you.
You knew exactly why he'd done it, and frankly, you weren't about to protest. Your heart slams into your chest with every sound of your heels and the roll of the suitcase wheels on the carpet.
You take a deep breath as you step onto the elevator.
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207.
The silver numbers glint as you stand parked in front of the door. He was inside there already, waiting for you to come in. You exhale shakily as you grip the door handle, and you hesitate.
Closing your eyes, you begin to smirk. This is what you've been fiending after for several weeks. Taking another deep breath, you slide the keycard into the door.
The lock clicks and you twist the handle, allowing yourself into the room.
You analyze your surroundings. One lamp is on in the dimly lit room. A small walkway leading into a rather spacious double bed. There was a desk to the left, and a mini kitchen straight ahead. The bathroom immediately to the left. Without paying further attention, you walk to a bed and set your bag down on it.
You didn't seem to notice Noah, maybe he'd left the room for something. You shrug, bending over to open up your suitcase and lay it out.
Without you noticing, Noah slips out of the bathroom and leans against the wall, examining the rear view you're giving him.
"Well, well, already bending over? Princess, I haven't even taken off your clothes yet," Noah chuckles darkly.
You swear you jump 10 feet into the air, yelping loudly. If he hadn't scared you, his words would've gone straight to your core. "Noah Sebastian, for crying out loud!" You laugh and smack his shoulder. "Don't do that!" You both share a chuckle.
You can feel Noah decreasing the distance between you two and your laughter begins to fade. Noah's eyes flutter over you, landing on your eyes, your mouth, your breasts, feeling overwhelmed pleasantly.
You found yourself licking your lips. You begin to turn away.
Faster than the flick of a wrist, Noah's hand shoots up, gripping your jaw and squeezing your cheeks together. You are both silent, the tension shooting higher than ever.
You go to grab his hand and you are immediately caught by his other hand. He grips your wrist tightly, but not painfully. Noah's eyes change into dangerous slits and a playfully evil smirk takes over his features.
"The way that you have been torturing me has been driving me insane," Noah whispers into your ear. You want to collapse on the spot.
He begins walking you slowly backwards.
"You've been such a fucking brat, too, getting me hot for you at the worst times..." His hot breath fans your face, your own breath quickening in pace.
"The only thing I can think about is how I'm going to having you praying to me when I'm done ravaging you." You feel your hips hit the desk behind you.
"Noah..." you whisper.
He pulls at your face until you're eye to eye with him. He chuckled darkly.
"That's my fucking name," he growls into your ear. "And you're never going to forget it."
His hands leave your face and your wrist. Gripping your hips, he lifts you onto the desk and shoves you on it. He pulls you against his own hips, and his left hand rises to tangle in your hair.
Noah's cologne invades your senses, addicted to the scent. He tugs at the strands, inflicting a raspy moan from you. "How beautiful," Noah mumbles, helping himself to your inviting lips.
You both kiss as if life were going to end. His fingers flex against your clothed hips, pulling at your shirt and caressing you. Your tongues slipped against each other, nipping and suckling at each other's lips.
You wrapped your legs around Noah's hips, pulling him closer. Noah pulls away from your lips. Smirking, he pulls up your shirt with ease and tossed it away somewhere on the floor behind you.
"Such pretty, pretty tits..." he drawls, giant hands cupping them and he flicks a nipple. You gasp. Noah moves up your body, leaning over to envelope a taut nipple into his warm mouth. He flicks at it with the tip of his tongue and you moan quietly.
He pops off of you and smirks wickedly, and feigns a look of concern. "Is that just too much pleasure for you? Should I stop?"
"N-no! No, please, don't stop," You almost choke.
Noah stands. His bulge is prominent against his sweatpants and you almost drool. It seems so big and you can't focus on anything but the need you feel. Your core is hot and you squirm.
"Such a needy fucking slut." He pulls your body forward, running a hand oh-so-low but not enough.
You mewl as his fingers creep to your covered pussy and slowly tease the bud.
"Mmm.." you groan and Noah chuckles.
"Like that, babygirl?"
You nod.
"Too bad." Noah stops and you whine. "Enough of that. Strip,"
"Yes, sir."
Noah chuckles. "Such good manners for me. So desperate."
By now, you're a puddle of pleasure and you want it to swallow you whole. Noah sits on the edge of the bed as you peel your pants off your shaking legs. You remove your panties, tossing them aside.
"So pretty," he comments. "Come here and lay across my lap."
You obey, positioning yourself across his lap.
"Before we begin, is this something you're okay with me doing to you?"
"Absolutely," you confirm. "I can take it."
Noah hums in understanding. "Such arrogance. You will learn."
His hands begin to touch and caress the flesh of your behind, shaking the cheeks and watching them jiggle with satisfaction. He rubs in slow circles. His hand leaves your ass, forming a cup-shape, and crack.
The first spank stings, and you gasp out. His hand returns to rub the welt.
"Here's how this is going to go. You will get five spanks for our first time. This is your punishment for being such a slut," he rubs slowly. "If you fail to complete the spanking, I'll fuck your mouth. I won't stop if you choke or gag."
You whimper and nod your head.
"I'm glad you understand. If you succeed, princess, I'll have a taste of you for myself."
You mewl, squirming in his lap. "Now, now," he warned you. "Count for me." You nod frantically, wanting so desperately to please him. Although, you wouldn't complain if you failed the test.
The first two spanks were easy. His hand fell on tandem and you dutifully stated each number with each gasp and whimper he pulled from you. You really didn't think you could fail, how could you? Sure, it stung a little, but you could handle it.
As "three" fell from your lips, the usual soothing rub came to ease the sting.
"Everything okay, princess?"
"Yes, sir."
"May I proceed?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good girl," he whispered, making you squirm. He chuckled darkly. He pulled apart your cheeks, and leaned down. "Mmm, princess... so wet for me. Oh, I bet you're just aching. Let me help you..."
Noah dipped his fingers in between your legs. His fingers slid between the wet folds and you jolt. His other hand keeps you still and you're left victim to his merciless tease. He softly rubs into your wet heat and you're left mewling against his leg, head hanging.
Noah rubs the tip of his middle finger into your clit. "How's that?"
You nod frantically, unable to speak against his onslaught. At your response, he removes his fingers from your heat and resumes the next spank. The fourth spank is rougher and harder than the last.
"F-four!" You cry out, struggling to hold the composure that remained. "P-please, Noah, I--"
"Hush," he demanded. He caressed the welt, the red marks on your ass much to his liking. "One more for me, princess. You can do it."
Without any warning, Noah's fingers slip once again against your heat. Only this time, he doesn't relent. He teases and pinches your clit and you squirm, earning a dark chuckle from him.
Noah slides his fingers up to your entrance and sinks one finger inside of you and you moan.
"Noahhh, this isn't fair!"
"Be quiet, and don't you dare cum, or you lose," he threatens, and you obey with whimper after whimper as he pumps his finger in and out of you.
He adds another finger, and begins assaulting your clit with the other hand. You're an absolute mess against his lap, his fingers scissoring inside you and rutting against your g-spot. Bliss and pleasure overwhelms you, getting close to the brink as Noah's fingers continue to pump into you, faster and harder.
Your whimpers begin to form into cries, pleading for him to let you cum. Your eyes begin to roll back and you're trying to push back onto his fingers to get more from him.
"You like that baby?" He whispers in your ear. "Gonna cum?"
You nod, mouth agape. Noah smirks and removes his fingers entirely. You groan in frustration, and, as sly as he is, catches you off guard with the fifth and final spank.
Your brain almost can't comprehend the pleasure your body feels, the sting sending you into shock and you almost forget your task.
"F-f-five..." you stutter.
His large, long hands caress both cheeks of your ass and a kiss is planted onto the red welt on the swell of it.
"You're such a good, good girl, princess. I'm impressed. Good job," Noah praises you. "Lay down on your back for me."
You slowly get up and crawl onto the hotel bed mattress and lie down on the cushiony pillows.
"Spread your pretty legs, don't be shy."
You let your legs fall apart, spread against the sheets. Noah sucks in a breath and hums in satisfaction. He crawls up the bed to you, pulling his shirt off and tossing it aside as you had. Your eyes feast on the tattoos covering his body.
"God, princess, you're so fucking wet," you moan at his words and he dives in. Noah's tongue licks a wet stripe up your core from your entrance to your clit. You cry out, hands immediately finding his hair. Noah hums and you quiver, the vibrations stimulating you.
He licks into your folds with fervor, as if he hadn't eaten all day. His tongue dances and pokes at your entrance, pleasure spiking and you're squirming against his mouth. Noah laps at your clit, boldly taking the bud into his mouth and sucking at it. He then takes it into his mouth, swirling the sensitive area against his tongue, dancing in circles.
"Noah!!" you cry.
You arch your back, eyes rolling back as you grip his hair and pull, and he groans. Noah adjusts his position, shoving your legs up and he dives deeper into your pussy. He shoves his tongue up into it, swirling it and shaking his head like a rabid dog. You're practically crying out, thrusting against his face and leaving it a wet mess.
Offering you his fingers again, he dives against your clit once more, nipping at it and sucking it; this time, he aids his mouth with his fingers. Thrusting two digits in, his long fingers find your g-spot again. He mercilessly pokes at it, unrelenting with his tongue and fingertips. You're moaning and a mess and it's almost too much.
Your eyes see nothing but stars in the back of your head and you're moaning loudly. You cum and rut onto his mouth. "Fuck, fuck," you gasp.
Noah pops off of your pussy. "Tastes... so good..." he gasps. "I want more."
"I want you so bad, Noah," you whine. "I want you to fuck me."
"What a dirty mouth," he comments, stinking a finger in your mouth as he caresses your jaw. You wrap your lips around his finger and lock eyes with him. You suck and lock eyes with him. He smiles, and removes his finger.
Noah removes his pants and slides his boxers down his slim legs. The only thing you can do is lay there, mouth agape at the beautiful artwork before you. You bite your lip, you just can't wait.
He comes back to you, and you gasp in surprise when he forces your legs against your chest. Noah captures his lips in yours and lines his cock up with your entrance. He wastes no time in sinking in slowly. Due to your wetness, he slides in easily and sinks in as far as he's able. You're both gasping and long moans escape from your mouths and the intense heat between each other's legs.
He begins to move slowly, enjoying the teasing ways your walls grip his cock, threatening to take him deep.
"Fuck, baby... your pussy is just so fucking wet..." he mumbles. A low groan erupts from him, eliciting a moan from you.
His pace begins to quicken and he ruts in deeper. He just can't help himself when you give him the go-ahead by moaning louder.
Pretty soon, the room is filled with explicit sounds from the two of you. The sound of skin slapping fills the room and you're moaning. You're both mumbling the dirtiest phrases to each other, getting each other hotter and higher.
"Fuck" is the only word you chant as he thrusts into you like his life depends on it. He's fucking you hard and unforgiving.
"This pussy is mine," Noah growls into your ear, and you moan.
"Noah!!" You cry as his pace picks up, desperate and greedy. Skin slaps skin, near stinging, relentless. You can't help it when you cum, creating such a sinful sight for Noah as your wetness coats your legs and his cock.
He growls. "Fuck, I'm not done with you yet!" He pulls out and turns you over into doggy, pushing your stomach down and pulling your ass into the air.
He enters you again, finding his rhythm. Pulling you back against his hips in every thrust.
"Take me, take me, take me," you cry out.
Noah groans, picking up his pace. He twists his fingers into the strands of your hair, pulling your head back. He pounds into you, and at this angle the pleasure is overstimulating as his cock hits your spot over and over. He pulls you further back, forcing you to rise to your hands, the pace unforgiving and tears fall down your cheeks.
"Noah!" You cry once more.
Juices run down your legs as you cum one more time, but Noah doesn't seem to be done. You're worn out and fucked into bliss, drooling against the pillow. You can't think and your voice is hoarse.
He groans loudly, letting you know he's almost ready. You push back on his cock and he growls. Wrapping a hand around your throat and squeezing gently, he begins fucking in quick ruts. "Fuck, princess, (Y/N)!"
He pulls out of you, his cock glistening and pulsing as his cum shoots out in pearls against your stomach. You moan, but Noah isn't done.
His hand goes to your clit and he smirks. You cry out at the fast quick pace he uses on you, his fingers insert inside of you to smash against your g-spot in one final assault.
"Cum, (Y/N), one more for me," he insists. He doesn't stop, and quickens his pace.
"Noah, please!" You beg, too overstimulated and sensitive.
He doesn't listen, yet urges you towards an orgasm that feels like a tsunami coming for you.
It happens before you can stop yourself, your cum coming out in such a powerful wave that you squirt a little, making such a mess.
This absolutely pleases Noah and he smiles. "Perfect." He kisses your cheek. "You are wonderful." He praises.
You both lay there, panting and laughing, praising one another.
"Shower?"
"I think so."
#noah sebastian#bad omens#bad omens cult#noah sebastian x reader#noah sebastian smut#jolly karlsson#nicholas ruffilo#nick folio#noah smut#the Shower Scene Noah
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hi can i request for angst w no comfort, matt murdock fic wherein the reader died i like angst 🥲, specially your work "angel on the roof" thank you !!!
Thank you so much for your request, lovely! I was so excited (that sounds horrible in this context) when I saw it and I was even more excited when I read what you requested (Yeah, it still sounds horrible). Angst is my forte, and I've really been in an angsty mood lately. So, I wrote this in two hours and I cried while writing it. I hope you like it! (And I also hope you're doing okay, sweetheart.) This is not about suicide like the other hurt/no comfort fic, but it still hurts the same. I hope I could live up to your expectations!
Back To December | Matt Murdock x Reader
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Pairing: Matt Murdock x Gender Neutral Reader
Summary: He fell for you hard and fast, but all good things eventually slip through Matt Murdock's fingers, and he is left alone all over again.
Warnings: ANGST, hurt/no comfort, Character death, mentions of blood, there's a really creepy guy at the beginning (but no sexual assault!), yeah this is just angsty as fuck
Word Count: 3.2k (I got carried away)
It’s a cold December afternoon. The remains of this week’s snowfall are covering the ground and it’s cold, so cold, but he can barely feel it. Something else, something colder, something far more painful is creeping up his spine. It’s not because his clothes are soaked or the snowflakes that have latched onto his hair. He feels as if the floor has been ripped out under his feet, and it has been a long time since he last felt this way. Loneliness has become his closest companion over time and he got used to always losing and hardly ever winning. Over time, he got used to grieving, he got used to being left, and he got used to a painful hollowness in his chest that eventually started to occur more often. The hole in his chest has always been there, but merely a few days ago it had been somewhat filled.
Matt Murdock has never experienced much happiness in his life. He tried to fight the demons in his head, but eventually, he succumbed to them. He succumbed to the claws that tore at his chest and dragged him down into an endless abyss. He used to associate the color gray with his life because when he thought about it, there has never been much color. He got used to existing rather than living until someone stepped into his life that was anything but dreary.
It was in summer, he remembers, the third of July when he was walking the streets of Hell’s Kitchen on his way home from work. The noise of the city moved into the back of his mind as he tried to focus on anything but the deafening sound of injustice and everyday life. They often blurred together and mixed when he wasn’t focusing, and sometimes that was worse than when he purposely focused on his surroundings.
He was just casually walking when he heard the distinctive fast sound of footsteps straight ahead. He tilted his head curiously, not sure if it was just another teenager playing tag with their friends in the middle of the night or someone walking fast, or perhaps someone who needed his help. It was then he stretched his senses out to judge the situation, but by the time he focused on the erratic heartbeat coming his way, the person who it belonged to already stood in front of him.
It was the third of July, he knows, when you came into his life.
You were just walking home from work when a man emerged from behind one of the cars parked along the street of the shop you were working at. You had closed early, which was rare but not impossible, especially not with the heat so heavy that no one wanted to set foot outside. Even with air conditioning, you felt like dying every time you went to work.
You tried not to think too much about the stranger, your keys already clutched tightly in your hand, but when you sped up, the man sped up too. It was then your fight-or-flight response kicked in. You were a terrible fighter and would have broken your thumb before you could have caused any serious damage, so instead, you ran. You ran until the streets got lighter and finally, God finally, someone else walked the street you were on.
Not paying much mind to who the stranger was, you stopped right in front of him. Your hand caught his sleeve - you felt guilty because well, if the glasses hadn’t been an indicator, his cane surely was, and using a blind guy to get out of being mugged or God forbid, possibly even raped, felt wrong but he seemed like the kind of guy that wouldn’t mind helping. It was something about him that made you feel safe, almost.
“I need you to pretend we know each other,” you said entirely out of breath, one of your sweaty strands of hair caught on your dry lips.
He frowned, tilting his head in the direction of the other man’s steps and he realized just what you were running from.
“Please,” you begged, and he could only imagine the panic in your eyes.
He licked his lips. “What do you want me to do?”
“I don’t know, just- oh, for fuck’s sake! Kiss me.”
“Sorry, what?” Matt stammered. He thought of many things, one of them being completely screwing his disguise and beating whoever was following you into a puddle until he couldn’t walk anymore, but your request was… odd and a complete surprise, at that.
The more he thought about it though, it made sense. The man would only ease up if he saw Matt as your boyfriend and not a strange blind guy.
You looked at him expectantly and the closer the man behind you came, the faster your heart beat. If he wasn’t willing to help you, you would have to run again.
Fortunately, he caught himself fast enough to pull you in by the waist - his strength surprised you - and pressed his lips to yours. That he would do it, you never expected. It had been a weird request, of course, but the only thing you thought of that would make a possible rapist turn the other way.
You caught yourself on his arms, leaning into the kiss as if it were real, and partly it felt like it. He was an amazing kisser, you noticed, and if this had been a date you would have thoroughly enjoyed it, but the only thought in your mind was getting rid of the man that was following you. Or had been following you, anyway, because upon seeing the kiss that looked more realistic than it was, he stopped and turned back around.
When the stranger pulled away, you forgot how to breathe for a second. Your cheeks flushed, the blood rushing to your head immediately, and you pressed a hand in front of your mouth. Matt thought it was cute, although he had to contain himself from hunting down the man that even led you to make such a rash decision in the first place. Perhaps it was the fact that he was blind that made you believe he was on the good side, and the kiss seemed to have saved your ass, which he was glad about because fighting someone right in front of the eyes of an unknown stranger was not on his to-do list. The kiss hadn’t been either, but it had already happened and the awkward silence made matters worse.
Your breath hitched in your throat again. “I’m so sorry,” you said, muffled through your hand.
“Um,” Matt forgot how to speak.
“I just wasn’t sure what to do and you know, most men don’t take no for an answer and I thought- God, I am so sorry. You probably think I’m a psycho now.”
He quickly caught himself again. “Oh, no. No, I absolutely don’t think that,” he said. “I was just… surprised?”
“Okay, I’m sorry, I promise I’m not usually like this.”
“You were scared, I understand.”
“I really didn’t know what else to do.”
It was the truth, and the more he spoke to you, the more he realized your heartrate was going down. You were safe.
“Okay,” you bit your lip, “Okay, I should probably go. Nice meeting you. I’m just gonna-” as you distanced yourself, you pointed behind yourself in the direction you were originally headed, “Yeah, I’m just gonna go.”
“Wait,” Matt heard himself object to your attempt to leave.
You halted, surprised he would even want to talk to you after what happened. A small smile rested on his lips. The same lips you had just kissed.
“What’s your name?” he asked.
The first time he heard your name was on July third, the night dark and hot, and it was the same night you kissed him for the first time. It was a kiss out of desperation, a way to save yourself from the grabby hands of a stranger, and yet, when he asked for your name, he received an answer.
“I’m Matt,” he introduced himself.
July third was the day you came into his life and from then on, you refused to leave. His senses got used to your scent, your taste, and the feel of your skin under his fingers when he had first kissed you. His ears got used to the sound of your voice, and the feeling of your name on his tongue became natural.
One meeting turned into two and eventually, only a month after, in fact, he realized he had done the one thing he never expected himself to do ever again: he fell for you. He fell fast and hard, the first tint of color in his dull life, and the pain in his chest got a little more bearable with you by his side. You became the light in the darkness, the one person he could always turn to, and when you found out who he was - who the man behind the black mask was, you didn’t run.
You found out one night when you used your key to get into his apartment. He hadn’t answered any of your calls and he felt guilty, but then you stood in his apartment just as he walked through the door. He had a huge gash on his side and he was sure he wouldn’t make it to the couch in time. When he heard your heartbeat and the way it jumped when you saw him, he was sure death would be kinder than having to listen to you leaving, but the anticipated moment of rejection never came.
The light of his life stayed. You had dropped everything to hold him up. You patched him up and you held him as he writhed in pain, and when he was finally patched up and safe, he caught your wrist.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” you asked him.
He hissed, not sure if it was because of emotional or physical pain, but perhaps both. You sounded small, worried almost, but the sound of your heartbeat was the most familiar to him and so he knew that you weren’t scared, you were merely curious.
And that was when he knew that he had fallen head over heels in love with you.
“I wanted to protect you,” he said.
The thought of losing you had been his greatest fear. You were the color he desperately needed, the reason for him to keep going. He thought that, with your help, he could make it. He thought his life could finally be normal.
But even the most beautiful of flowers die eventually. It’s a slow death, usually, a constant process of withering. With you though, it was fast and it was the hardest thing he ever had to do. You weren’t a flower, you were human and he realized that too late one night.
On July third, he swore to protect you, always. He swore to save you, to hold you and take care of you until his dying breath. On the third of December though, his worst fear became reality, and suddenly, the tint of color in his life was flickering like the billboard outside of his apartment that you had often complimented. The tint of color in his life, the beautiful flower, the light that kept him going, stood right in front of him and he barely had the time to open his mouth when the shot rang out.
Why did you have to follow him, anyway? You were foolish but you had been so worried, you stormed out of your apartment, determined to find him. The rooftop you finally found him on was dark just like his life had been before you.
You were so relieved to see him alive, you didn’t notice the dark shadow on the floor or the clinging of metal that filled the air. “Matt!” you called out, but his mouth opened and instead of words, you could hear the faint blow of a gun.
The shot rang out and for a moment you thought it hit him. For a moment, you were worried, and then the sharp pain tore through your abdomen and you knew, the shot wasn’t meant for him.
His arms caught you as you fell. Matt wasn’t sure what was worse, the feeling of your blood running through his fingers as he pushed on the gaping wound on your abdomen or the erratic sound of your fading heartbeat as it tried its best to beat for you, to supply your body with blood, but it couldn’t pump so fast as to catch up with the speed you were losing it again.
“Matt-” you smiled when you saw his face. “You’re safe,” you said. “I thought you weren’t safe.”
“Shh, sweetheart,” he told you, and he tried hard not to sob - your heart had become his favorite song, a symphony that was unique in itself, but now it was running out like a broken record. The sand in the hourglass ran faster than he could catch you.
You choked. The missing fear in your voice told him that you knew. Oh, you knew you weren’t going to make it.
“You foolish, foolish- Jesus,” he bent over you, his hand still tightly pressed against your abdomen, but the sharp pain you had felt was gone. You just felt numb now. “I told you to stay home,” he said. His voice cracked at the end because now even he knew, deep down, that you weren’t going to make it out of this.
And he had just found you. It didn’t seem fair.
You sucked in a sharp breath. “I was just-” you coughed again, and he could taste the copper in the air from where it ran down the corner of your mouth. “I was worried,” you breathed.
He shushed you again. “It’s okay,” the first tear descended his cheek and met with yours, “You’re gonna be fine. We’re gonna get you out of here and fixed up, okay? Hey-” Your eyes drooped, but he held your face with such force, you felt compelled to open them again, but you were tired. Oh, you were so tired.
It was your time to tell him, “It’s okay.”
Your body was wracked with a terrible wave of shivers and even though he was holding you tightly to his chest, his body was just cold air to you. Everything was cold.
“No, don’t close your eyes! You have to stay with me, sweetie, okay? Just a little longer.”
“I can’t.” And he knew you couldn’t.
“You don’t get to do that, not yet. It’s not time yet. We have so much-” he grunted in the back of his throat. “Remember you told me about the pyramids in Egypt? You wanted to go there,” he said, and at this point, he was crying more than he was smiling. “So you have to stay awake, okay? Stay awake for me, baby.”
You reached out your weak hand, touching his cheek. There was blood on your fingers and it smeared on his cheekbone. Your touch was cold. You used to be so warm and now you were simply cold, and your heartbeat turned into tiny beats after another.
“We both know I’m not gonna make it,” you said with all the strength you had left.
“No,” he was determined, “Don’t say that. You’re gonna be fine.”
“Matthew-” the call of his full name was almost unfamiliar. “Matthew, listen. Listen to my heart.”
“I am, baby, and it is still beating, that means there is still time. I can save you. I can-”
“No, you don’t understand,” you said. Your hand moved from his cheek to the left side of his chest. “I’m always going to be here.”
“Stop,” he sobbed. “God, don’t do this to me. You can’t do this. You have to hold on.”
“It’s time,” you said.
“No, baby, please-”
“It’s time for me to go, Matthew.”
“No.”
Your hand dropped, your muscles too weak to hold your body up anymore. Thud, thud, thud. He focused on your heartbeat, but he soon realized that it wasn’t yours, it was his. His own heartbeat was louder than yours, but it had the same beat, it played to the same rhythm as yours. Your bodies aligned, but the blood, oh the blood. Your scent was overshadowed by the smell and the taste of pure blood and it made him sick.
“I-” you choked again, but the sentence you wanted to say needed to be said, no matter how strong those claws were that were just waiting to pull you underwater. “I love you,” your voice broke like fragile glass upon impact, “and I always will.”
His forehead fell against yours. You were so cold. Matt held you, he held you to keep you warm, but you were getting colder by the minute and your blood seeped through his fingers, through his shirt, and that was when he realized.
“No,” he desperately felt for your heart, but the familiar melody was gone. He couldn’t feel you, he couldn’t touch you, he couldn’t smell you. He could only hold your limp body as the life left your body and your soul with you.
On December third, you died in his arms. On December third, he had to deliver your body to the hospital, but you were long gone when they found you. He knew you were gone, but he had held you for a while longer, trying to find the life inside of you, trying to keep his hope alive, but on December third, you died, and with you, all the color in his life faded into the darkest of blacks.
Matt Murdock remembers the day he met you and he remembers the day you died. As he is standing over your grave now, the snow feels numb on his soaked clothes. What is creeping up his spine is worse than the cold of December. The pain of losing you is colder than snow, it’s colder than anything he has ever felt before. The cold has crept into his heart and frozen whatever life had been left inside of him. You died and he couldn’t save you. He had to bury you because he just couldn’t save you.
You were the light of his life and Matt lost that, too, like he has lost everything in his life. It's then he truly starts to believe that everything he touches is supposed to rot and die. Everything he has ever touched, no matter how beautiful, has turned ugly, dark, and gray, and then eventually, dead. Cold, dark, and dead.
You were an explosion of wonderful colors but now you were gray, just like his life. A gray stone on the cemetery behind Clinton Church, your body cold, your blood branded into his skin and he cries. He stands at your grave and cries because you’re still in his head, you’re still in his heart, and it kills him that a memory is all he has left of you. He longs to touch you, to kiss you, to hold you like he had many times before, but you’re gone.
His sweater smells of your perfume, his sheets smell of your bodywash and your essence still lingers in the air of his apartment, no matter how many times he opens a window, and then there is your name that suddenly everyone seems to have. He searches for you when it rings out, but you’re not there.
On December third, you died, and with your memory lingering everywhere, he would go back to December all the time. And it breaks him to know you’re not there.
#tw: death#matt murdock x reader#daredevil x reader#matt murdock x gender neutral reader#matt murdock#daredevil#matt murdock fic#daredevil fic#hurt/no comfort#matt murdock angst#this is pure pain#request <3
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Cop Out
Title: Cop Out
Pairing: Matt Jackson x Reader
Summary: Y/n tries to talk to Matt in the morning when they wake up.
Part 2 to Mean It
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WC: 550
The first thing Y/n noticed when she woke up was the heavy scent of a very familiar cologne surrounding her. The second thing was the brain splitting headache. She had overindulged when it came to drinks, and now Y/n was paying for it heavily. Slowly, Y/n pulled herself out of what had to be Matt's bed and into the bathroom. The harsh light hurt her head even more, but there was something nice about the feeling of the water as she got into the shower. Her head was still pounding when she left Matt's room dressed up in one of his shirts and a pair of sweatpants she doubted that he'd miss.
"Morning sunshine," Kenny said as he caught Y/n walking across the lobby. He was one of the few who knew that Y/n's hotel was halfway across the city and much closer to their arena than Matt's had been. "Have a good night?"
"Fuck off," Y/n grumbled as she sat down across from him. She grabbed the cup of coffee that was dressed down enough for her to know it was Adam's. Y/n looked around the little breakfast area for the rest of the guys, but didn't see them. "Where's Matt? I need to talk to him."
"Um, he's outside with Nick and Adam. I think it's best if you stay here right now," Kenny told her. Y/n grumbled as she downed the rest of Adam's coffee. If she was going to sit and stay like she was told, Y/n would be consuming every cup of coffee in her vicinity while she waited. Kenny was oddly quiet as they sat there, as if he was trying to figure something out.
"Can you please stop staring at me?" Y/n asked as politely as she could. Kenny muttered an apology as he turned away from her. "Fuck it, I need to get back to my own hotel. If I don't see Matt on the way out, let him know I was looking for him, okay?"
"Of course," Kenny promised. Y/n trusted him to tell Matt, unlike Nick or anybody else really. Y/n gathered her things and walked out of the hotel, luckily catching Nick and Adam on her way out. They both avoided looking at her, and it wasn't until she saw Matt that she realized why. He looked distraught as he leaned up against the wall.
"You know that it's not polite to leave a girl in your bed all alone, right?" Y/n teased. She was trying to pick up the mood, but Matt didn't seem to be having any of it. "Did I do something wrong?"
"Aside from almost ruining my shoes last night, not a thing you'd ever remember. Can you handle getting your own cab back to your hotel or do I need to call one in for you?" Matt was always a little sassy, but this was over the top even for him. Y/n stiffened up at his attitude, and just walked away from him without another word. Matt watched as she disappeared around the corner without even glancing back at him. Y/n was fighting back tears as she sent out a text to Jade to pick her up. "Fucking idiot!"
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Me and the devil, walking side by side.
Matt Murdock x Fem reader
Requested by: none
Warnings: mentions of blood, swearing, fluff.
A/n: I've never written for Matt before so I'm sorry if it's shit. (Matt isn't blind in this story)
Summary: Matt and Y/n have been dating for six years, They both hold a secret that is about to be uncovered. Y/n knows of Matt, but what she doesn't know, is of his nights as the vigilante Daredevil. Matt sees Y/n but what he doesn't see is Cadaver. A silent (The city assumed it was a man) person who went about the joint kicking ass and taking names.
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Y/n crashed through a window and rolled onto a roof, four men surrounded her and held up knives.
"Well Cadaver, looks like you're just as dead as your fuckin name!"
She turned to him, voice changer turned on..
"Was that supposed to be clever? You just sounded like an idiot."
Daredevil stood on top of the service shed, staring down at what was going on below him.
"Well come on then, what are you waiting for? Oh! You want me to make the first move!? Okay!"
Y/n grabbed one of the men by the front of his shirt and punched him, spinning around she smacked the knife out of the other man's hand and pushed him into the other.
She dodged a swing from the man with a scar, Daredevil jumped down and began taking on the two she pushed. The man she punched stood up and grabbed the knife, sinking it deep into her side.
She cried out in pain and flipped the guy over her shoulder, kicking him in the head to knock him out. The other she pushed off the roof and he landed on the top of a car.
Y/n turned around to see Daredevil standing over the unconscious bodies of the other two men. She slowly walked a tad closer, Y/n picked up the knife and slipped it into her boot.
Matt took note of how her black mask shined in the moonlight, he tilted his head and asked...
"Who are you?"
"I'm Cadaver, and you're in my district." A warped low voice replied from the person in front of him.
"Strange way of saying thank you."
"Who are you?"
"Daredevil, but...my true name...I'll leave you guessing."
Y/n smiled, she liked this guy's attitude. He reminded her of Matt.
They moved closer, circling each other. Y/n gasped when she felt a hot sting come from her side, her adrenaline was wearing off and she was starting to feel the pain from being stabbed.
"Fuckin hell!" She cursed.
Matt looked at her side and stepped closer, she held up her hand for him to stop. He did and watched as blood started running down the black leather suit she was wearing.
"Hey, thank you for helping me...imma go...you do you...I hope I see you again." She said.
He nodded and watched as she jumped off the side of the building.
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Matt got home to Y/n making dinner, he came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. Matt pressed gentle kisses to her neck and shoulder and turned her to him.
"You smell amazing." He whispered.
She smiled. "And you, my love. Smell like sweat and dirt. What the hell have you been doing?"
"Nothing important."
She shrugged and pointed to the bathroom.
"Go take a shower, then come eat dinner."
"Yes, ma'am." He dipped his head and captured her lips and a deep loving kiss, the headed off to the bathroom.
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Cadaver sat on the edge of a tall building with Daredevil, they looked out onto the city and just took it all in.
"Do you have anyone special?" He asked.
She looked at him confused..
"We just fucked up around 20 people and that's what you ask me?"
"It was a simple question."
She nodded, and crossed her arms over her chest.
"I'm currently in a relationship, me and him-" she cut herself off.
He looked over at her and chuckled..
"I had a feeling you were a woman, your personality and the style in which you fight. Please continue."
She took a deep breath.
"Me and him have been together for a long time, he handsome and tall. Funny and sometimes stupid, he's really good at his job."
Y/n looked over at him.
"Do you have anyone?" She asked.
"Oh yes." Matt replied with the biggest smile on his face. "Y/n is the sweetest little thing you could ever lay eyes on. She's young beautiful, kind. She'd never hurt a fly."
"Y/n, huh?" That's a beautiful name.
He smiled. "She is my everything."
Y/n was sitting there eyes wide, he couldn't see. She had her mask on, she couldn't believe it was Matt sitting in front of her. Anyone could have the same name as her, but NO ONE! Could have the same voice as Matt. He said she wouldn't hurt a fly, but here she was kicking the ever loving shit out.of criminals.
"I gotta go." She said. "He's probably expecting me."
He smiled and nodded.
"Ill make one last round of your district then I think I'll head home too."
"Goodnight." Cadaver whispered.
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Y/n came crashing through the front door ripping the leather suit off of herself. kicking the door shut, y/n took a mad dash to the stairs and bolted to the bedroom.
"Holy fuck! Holy fuck! Holy fuck!" She yelled.
Y/n pulled on a t-shirt and sweat pants, she rolled up her suit and tossed it into the back of the closet, she popped the trim of the wall and pushed her mask into the square cut out she made in the wall.
"Sweet heart, I'm home." Matt yelled from downstairs.
Y/n slowly made her way to him, wrapping him in a warm hug and gently kissing his neck.
"Oh, is that what you want tonight?" He asked in a sly tone.
Capturing his lips in a searing kiss she agreed with herself. Yep, Matt was definitely Daredevil.
He dragged his hands down her sides, but stopped when she let out a sharp gasp.
"What's wrong?" Matt asked.
Then he felt the hot liquid seeping into her shirt, he looked at her side and saw the blood.
Matt picked her up and laid her on the couch, he lifted her shirt just enough to inspect the wound. Matt winced when she cried out in pain, it reminded him of the night he helped Cadaver. He looked at Y/n and lowered his brows, he then went to the bathroom and grabbed a towel and the med kit.
Matt stitched her up pretty nicely, he was bandaging her up when he asked. "How did you get stabbed?"
Y/n was quite, she knew he was onto her. Best not to lie, why would she lie? He wouldn't be mad at her, would he? Even if he was she could have his ass in a vice for the Daredevil shit. Finally she had the courage to speak.
"Do you have anyone special?"
He stopped what he was doing and looked at her, he moved closer and gently tucked her hair behind her ear.
"Oh yes, she is the sweetest little thing you could ever lay eyes on. She's young, beautiful, kind. And she can kick some serious ass."
THE END❤️
#Matt Murdock x reader#fyp#fanfic#foryou#foryoupage#x reader#matt murdock#matt murdock x you#matt murdock x fem!reader#matt murdock x y/n#daredevil#daredevil x female reader#daredevil x oc#daredevil x y/n#daredevil x f!reader
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Nepotism? Who’s She?
Reupload bc I don’t think anyone seen the update
(Pt7/?)
Various Wrestler (WWE, AEW) X Reader (Events will be altered or made up)
Summary: In which reader is the daughter of the great Edge, but everywhere she goes her achievements are undermined because of her father being the rated r superstar.
The car ride back to the hotel was quiet, your aunty was sat next to you , Nick to the right of you and Kenny and Matt were in the driver and passenger seats, you awkwardly shifted in your seat, an uneasy feeling in your stomach, your aunt looks over at you and sighs “Please, just talk to us, what the hell was that about?” you shake your head “Well...Roman wasn’t too happy about me leaving smackdown, because we had a storyline going on, the first time he confronted me about it was when we were filming in the same city as WWE, he somehow found my room and invited himself in...he tried to...hurt me but Darby intervened” your aunt nods and Nick shoots you a confused look “What were you doing with Darby?” he questions “That’s unimportant right now” said your aunt and you nodded “We’ll talk later”
“I mean I thought after that Roman would have been done taunting me, that he would have left me alone by now” you explain and the people in the car with you all nod along, before falling into a tense silence, the car pulled into the hotel parking lot and you hurry out, grabbing your aunty by her arm and rushing up to your room “How am I meant to explain to Nick, who I just fucked, that I’m seeing Darby?!” “Hey you got yourself into this mess!” “I need your help! hell even dad’s help” your aunt took her phone out and dialed a number “Calling him now” “wait I wasn’t seri-” before you could say anything the phone answers “Yes?” “Your daughter needs to talk to you” you groan and snatch the phone from her, explaining the situation to your dad.
“You sound exactly like me when I was your age!” he laughed into the phone and you groaned “I just think you tell the both of them you’re not ready for this kind of relationship, unless you are then that's another question” “Thanks dad, I’ll talk to uncle Christian about it” “Alright kid, by the way, when do you fight?” “I’ve got a promo on Rampage” “I’ll be watching” you agree and say your goodbyes, hanging up and handing the phone back to your aunt “I think I’ll just tell them I’m not in the market for a relationship yet and continue with my job” your aunt nods, suddenly your own phone is ringing and you grab it from your pocket, seeing it was a new number you’ve never seen, you answer and are pleasantly surprised to hear Tony Khan “Is this Y/N” “yes? how’d you get my number” “from a friend, but I have a question” “shoot” “Is your aunt looking for a gig?” I look at her then confirm that she is “I want to offer her a contract!” “really?” “Yes, if you can, bring her to my office tomorrow before the show” “yes sir” I hang up and smile widely at her.
The crowd roars as I step out into the ring, microphone in hand “Hello AEW Galaxy!” they get louder and I smile “I just wanted to come out here today to thank you guys for welcoming me to AEW! I felt a lot of pressure transitioning from the WWE bu-” I’m cut off by the outcasts music, I groan and look towards the ramp, Toni, Ruby and Saraya came out, I panic as they come down to the ring and all slide in, shoving me over and all kicking and punching me, that is until another theme starts up and the crowd goes wild once again, my aunty runs out and fends the outcasts off one by one, when they hobble out from the ring she comes to check on me, we can hear the announcers shocked voices
“This is an indie wrestler Torah-mone! she’s huge in the wrestling world and she’s here at AEW!” you smile at her and she smiles back widely
I’m in the back icing my leg, a particularly hard kick already had a bruise blossoming on my thigh “That looks painful” I hear a voice and I look up to see Chuck Taylor, I smile at him and laugh “I’m a tough one” “Yeah, I mean your dad and aunt sure are so you’re obviously not a weak one” I nod and look back down to my wound when I hear more footsteps then look back up to see more people had joined Chuck, The Best Friends! I stare and seem to catch Orange Cassidy’s gaze as he walks over to me, shades on and hands in his pockets “Those girls must not really like you” this is the first time he directly addressed me and I was shocked “They were obviously being stiff on purpose, or this wouldn’t have happened” His hand lightly brushes my thigh around the bruise mark and I can’t help the blush that rises to my face.
“Come with me, I’ve uh got some bruise cream that should help” I smile at him and slip off of the box, joining him as we walk away from his friends “You know i’ve never heard you talk before” “I don’t like talking much” you nod as you both silently make your way to his locker room, it was a comfortable silence, he gets to the room and opens it up, letting you step in and you slip past him “It’s nice and tidy in here” “yeah” he passes by you and grabs the cream “Go sit down, I’ll help apply it” you nod and sit down, he kneels beside you and squirts some of the cream onto his hands, carefully caressing the cream over your tender skin.
You wince and he holds his other hand out in front of you “here, squeeze my hand, this’ll hurt a bit” you nod and grab his hand, he presses a bit deeper with his hand while still caressing your thigh and you groan, squeezing his hand “Just like that” you blush at the words and he peaks up at you “I’m done, you can get up” you nod and stand up, wincing “You can stay here if you want” “Thanks”
You step out of Cassidy’s room and walk down the hall to catering, immediately spotting your aunty talking to a tall built man with fluffy brown hair “Hey!” you say and walk over “Hey bug! Hook this is my niece!” she exclaims and Hook looks down at you, reaching his hand out for you to shake, you shake it “Firm grip” you comment and he nods “I was just talking to your aunty and seems like we have a lot in common, I guess it’s you I got to thank for bringing this angel to me” he says to you and you laugh “hmm, you’re welcome?” you say and your aunt looks embarrassed “Okay! that’s enough of that! how is your leg bug?” you aunt asks and you shrug “Feels better, Orange Cassidy gave me this really nice numbing cream” “That chivalrous of him” she laughs and you nod.
Your eyes search the room and land on a certain table, the young bucks are talking to Darby Allin and Sting, you gulp and look away but a certain man had already spotted you “hey Torah!” Darby shouts out and you internally groan and walk over “Hey!” Nick is looking at you two weirdly “Come sit with us!”
A/N that episode took so long to get out but I’m back bay bay!
#aew x reader#aew#aew fanfiction#wwe#wwe x reader#the young bucks#nick jackson x reader#kenny omega#me#darby allin#darby allin x reader#orange cassidy#orange cassidy x reader
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Is it fine to ask for a Tord, Edd, and Matt tickle fight?
Ooooo. Time to pull up the good Tord AU (basically he actually moved to the city, but came back (eviction’s fun :,>) and it was Vlahd who attacked (trying to get Tord to join) and killed Jon, and Tom just had a new house built since he didn’t wanna ‘waste money on an apartment’)
Lers Tord, Edd and Matt, Lees Tord, Edd and Matt
Warning: cussing lol
Word count: 1579
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“Alright, I’ll be back in a few days,” Tom informed his three housemates as he started to walk out the door. He was leaving for a few days to visit someone regarding his inheritance (apparently fruit can write wills, who knew!) after putting it off for years.
“Seeya soon!” Edd called.
“Good luck!” Matt added.
“Don’t stink up my car!” Tord demanded from the kitchen.
“As if it doesn’t stink from the bacon, gunpowder and garbage already!” Tom refuted before closing the door. A few minutes later, the car started and they heard it driving away, signaling his departure.
“It’s gonna be weird not having him around…” Matt mumbled from the end of the couch, looking at his brunette friend who was sitting on the chair nearby.
“Yeah, but he’ll be back soon! Only a few days,” he reminded the redhead, who nodded.
“Yeah, but it’ll still be weird…” their Nordic friend pointed out as he draped himself over the back of the couch. Of course, he dropped the facade rather quickly when he suddenly said “You guys wanna go something dumb?”
“Duh!”
“Of course!”
But who were Edd and Matt do deny doing something arguably stupid but fun.
“Awesome!... Does anyone have an idea?” Tord spouted enthusiastically, his emotions not matching his very question. He genuinely had no ideas and prayed the others did.
“Uhhh…”
“Well, no?”
“... Vel, faen…” (Well, fuck)
No ideas. No ideas meant nothing to do, which meant boredom. They all hated being bored, almost as much as Tord hated Sunshine Lollipops, but what were they meant to do?
Well, Matt did have a smol idea. But, of course, he had to be sneaky to pull it off.
He watched carefully as Tord struggled and flipped down onto the couch, sinking into it with a bored expression, sighing softly. It was perfect. Almost too perfect.
Slowly, and carefully, he moved his hand closer and closer to Tord, slowly reaching out for him, until…
“HA!”
“ACK!!”
Matt was suddenly yanked by that very hand over Tord’s lap. He realized that Tord had somehow caught on to his little plan, and now had him trapped.
“What are you two doing?” Edd questioned from his chair, watching them curiously.
“Edd, can you believe this? This little jerk actually tried to tickle me!” Tord feigned anger towards his friend.
“HEY! I’m taller than you! AND I’m not as much of a jerk as you!” Matt defended, before realizing he should probably add something. “A-also I didn’t try to tickle you!”
“Now, why don’t I believe that…? Hm.. oh yeah, because you were reaching straight for my belly!”
“Heh, Matt, reaching directly for the spot you wanna tickle might not have been the best sneaking strategy,” Edd pointed out. “I, personally, go in for a hug and then trap them! It’s effective and affectionate, which makes it even better!”
“That’s nice, Edd, now help me teach this walking torch a lesson,” Tord requested, casually referencing the time he accidentally set Matt on fire (which Matt refused to believe was an actual accident).
“Hey, that was your fault and you know it!” the ginger protested.
“I’m not the idiot who leaned so far back over the match, now am I!”
“Guys, chill, what happened to tickling Matt?” Edd broke up their little spat as he stood, discarding his phone and the video he was watching on the chair.
“Right, right, right. Anyway, you ready to die, Matt?” Tord teased as he smirked down at the redhead, who suddenly became aware of his very vulnerable position, with his arm pulled over his head, belly up in the lap of one of the worst lers in the house, the other standing right next to him. Fuck.
“W-w-wait, we can talk this out, right? W-we’re friends, of course, s-so you’ve got to have mercy on me! R-right?!” he tried to plead.
“But, like you said, Matt, we’re friends! And friends tickle each other, isn’t that right, Tord?” Edd chirped teasily, his Nordic friend getting in on the act.
“Oh, of course! And it’s been so long since I’ve tickled you, why, I haven’t done it since I moved out! So many years without your laughter, and now I finally have that chance again!”
“B-but I laughed with you! Remember! A-after we went out on adventures! B-before the house blew up?!”
“Oh, that’s different. I was laughing too, I could barely hear you! I want to hear just you laughing now~”
Before the redhead could come up with another excuse or protest of any kind, he suddenly felt two hands (one of which was undoubtedly Tord’s) kneading into his belly, drawing out bubbly laughter before he was ready, and he curled up the best he could. But, of course, Edd and Tord simply couldn’t leave this simple reflex alone.
“Awww, like a little porcupine!” Tord pointed out.
“It’s almost as if he’s trapping our hands so we keep tickling him!” Edd chirped in a voice that sounded cheery and sweet, but Matt knew it was meant to tease. “How sweet!”
“Aw, is that what’s happening? How cute~”
Matt was dying, he was sure of it. The whole being held in his friend’s lap and tickled was bad enough, but all the sweet, flustering teases were absolutely killing him. He had one way out, and one hand to do it with, so it’d have to be good.
Quicker than Tord hiding his magazines, he reached out and squeezed wherever on said friend he could reach, praying it was somewhere ticklish.
“EEEEEEEEEHEHAHA!!”
Jackpot!
He kept squeezing as one of the hands jolted away from him, another releasing his arm, now feeling them shove feebly at his own. He peeked his eyes open to see that, by some miracle, he had grabbed ahold of Tord’s hip, aka, his complete and utter death spot. Although, if he could have paid better attention to Tord’s reaction, he might have guessed that.
The poor guy was kicking and squealing, and Edd, while confused, soon smirked and helped the redhead, taking the other hip, sending their friend into absolute hysterics.
Matt managed to roll away amidst the tickly chaos, but heard Edd’s voice calling behind him. He didn’t dare look back or listen, he just ran.
Little did they know, this was merely the start to a whole night filled with tickly shenanigans.
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“Look, Edd, I’m an artist, too!” Tord chirped, tracing soft patterns into the brunette’s belly as Matt held him still, sending the poor cola lover into utter hysterics at the featherlight touches.
“YOUHUR AHAHART SUHUHUHUCKS!!” he dared to say, trying to kick as Tord sat firmly on his legs.
“Hmm, maybe you’re right. Guess I better erase it~”
“NOOHOHOHOHOOOO!!!” Edd squealed as he suddenly felt his friend’s hands digging into his poor tum.
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“PLEHEHEHEHEASE! IHIT’S SOHOHO BAHAHAHAD! IHIT TIHIHIHICKLES SOHOHO BAHAHAD!!” Matt squealed and cackled as the two opposite-hoodied friends tickled him from either side. Tord had his belly and left ribs, while Edd had his right ribs and armpit, causing him to snort at the utterly maddening sensations.
“That’s kind of the point, Matt!” Edd pointed out with a goofy smile, poking all over his death spot as his arms clamped tightly to his sides to try to block him.
“Poor little fluffball, too ticklish for his own good!” Tord added, clawing at Matt’s belly relentlessly, causing him to curl up like earlier.
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“DEHEHET KILEHEHEHEHER!! STOHOHOHOPPE!!” (It tickles! Stop!)
“Tord, come on, we can’t understand what you’re saying!” Edd feigned complaint, kneading the poor man’s hips.
“I don’t think he can speak English anymore, Edd,” Matt pointed out with a quiet giggle, scribbling his armpits, making the communist kick and squeal.
“Then I guess we’ll just have to tickle it back into him!” Edd chirped.
“NEHEHEHEHEHEHEI!!” (No!)
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All three friends flopped onto the floor, giggling and panting (Tord more so than the others), finally having ended their long tickle fight. No winner was clear, but it didn’t matter to them.
“Ihit- it’s been a long time since we’ve had Tord around for a tickle fight. You two ok?” Edd asked the others, getting little more than a giggly nod from Tord.
“Yeheah, I’m good. Although it sounds like that’s more than I can say for Tord,” Matt pointed out, glancing at the one still giggling brightly between them.
“Shuhuhuhush…” he complained, covering his face with one arm, “I cahahan’t stohohohop…”
“Well, you’re gonna have to try, otherwise you’re gonna get me laughing again!” Edd warned playfully, only making Tord giggle louder.
“Nohohot hehehelping.”
Matt rolled his eyes and stood, before helping his two friends to their feet. He gently patted Tord’s back to help him stop giggling, slowly calming him down as Edd stretched and went to grab some drinks for them all.
“Ohokahay… Ohokay, I think I’m calm now…”
“You sure? You were pretty giggly.”
“I think so…” Tord sighed as he slumped onto the couch, slinging an arm around Matt as he sat beside him. “God, I’ve missed this, these crazy tickle fights with you guys.”
“We missed it too, Tord,” Edd responded as he returned with a cola for himself and two apple juices for his friends, which he handed to them.
Matt drank his own without hesitation, Tord took slow sips, putting his other arm around Edd and pulling him close.
“We gotta do this more often,” they chorused as a movie started on the TV in front of them, all of them relaxing.
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JUST IN TIME FOR EDD’S BIRTHDAY HOLY SHIT
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Okay my thoughts on the renegades ending.
Turns out Juan isn’t as much of a bastard as I give him credit for. I was expecting full blown chaotic evil dictatorship (akin to Vass Montenegro/Rais) but…he’s decent. At least compared to them. He’s still a tyrant but not like a “I’m building a pit and sending men to fight because I enjoy gore” evil but more like a “lolz people are dying on the street but I got all the good whiskey so let’s party” evil. And throughout the story you can tell his intentions weren’t that bad (at least that’s what he tells Aiden). He did want to uncover Matt’s conspiracy and is honestly the first character to openly lay out the shitiness of that guy (besides the unnamed officer form a collectible tape). And provided decent evidence that Jack Matt was the culprit for Black Monday, and therefore a power hungry fascist leader who’s willing to gamble millions of life for his own goal. So in a way. What he said during his public execution on my first playthrough was kinda true. And he ordered a court martial, an official trail. Perhaps that’s the reason Jack Matt didn’t show up during the X-13 mission. I guess he was overthrown. But that doesn’t excuse the fact that he kinda became something worse LMAO. I’m not cutting this guy any slack he’s still a prick but he’s also pathetic and gay and whimpers because he hates seeing his own blood. (But you could also argue that, the renegades that took over Villedor weren’t the cardboard cutout evil henchmen commanded by Waltz but a separate group lead by colonel Williams which could be seen as less amoral). But the ending is also kinda spicy cuz if you look closely they are protesting on the STREETS at NIGHT without UV meaning the renegades either got rid of all the zombies or made the place much safer to walk around without dying. Which is a W imo. And I’d like to argue food shortage is better than water shortage in the PK ending. And if we are REALLY going that way I could also argue this ending at least let’s you protest unlike the fascist PK supreme. But yeah he’s still a funny loser prick too afraid to step out of his floating castle because he knows the people are mad at him. Over all the missions were fun too, there were a LOT of stealth/spying missions which weren’t exactly my strong suit. I failed a mission 3 times because I kept alerting the guards (that I can’t just fucking kill). My favorite was probably the cathedral demolisher fight. And strangely enough, the side quest where you fight Hakon is a main quest for this one. It’s essentially the same but something you can’t skip and plays a part in the story. Only difference: Even if you chose to spare Hakon, your relationship with him isn’t exactly fixed. EVEN if you get to the homoerotic I don’t want to fight you let’s see the ocean together part. If you convinced Lawan to spare him. Instead of Lawan letting him go he just BONKED HER ON THE HEAD while her back was turned. Also later on he showed up with the renegades, had the exact conversation I posted yesterday, and gross failed ex relationship ensued. Which leads me to believe my save file was corrupted, the game registered me as somehow taking the Juan route and therefore gave me that cutscene. The rest of the game is pretty much the same, the ending- Aiden leaves alone anyway but I think there’s NO reason he can’t leave with anyone? The city has gone to shit and what’s the point in staying. Or alternatively techland could have given us a renegades officer Aiden or co-rule ending if they weren’t COWARDS. Like cmon this would be such a cool idea. Aiden going full evil mode lol. Overall I think it was fun and I got to spend some time with my boy Juan and holy shit he talks so much and panics whenever something goes wrong (which working with him, means all the fucking time). Him almost losing it every time he thought something was wrong was hilarious. Feral rat man. And they have some good chemistry too. Like actual “Aiden going on some death trip to impress some boy” relationship. Then again I feel like we’ve been robbed. Like I said where’s my evil Aiden route lol.
#dying light#dying light 2#as a Juan fan I am satisfied#ALSO I got to do a lot of killing babyyyyy#this is still weird as there are still so many questions unanswered#I’m actually very happy might do some related art and feel free to ask me anything if interested
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Daredevil (vol. 1) #98: Let There Be -- Death!
Read Date: February 21, 2022
Cover Date: April 1973
● Writer: Gerry Conway ◦ Steve Gerber ● Penciler: Gene Colan ● Inker: Ernie Chua ● Colorist: George Roussos ● Letterer: Shelly Leferman ● Editor: Roy Thomas ●
**HERE BE SPOILERS: Skip ahead to the fan art/podcast to avoid spoilers
Reactions As I Read:
● ugh, I hate it when characters refer to themselves as "hero." I don't think that's a label that can be self-applied. Does that bug anyone else?
● oo, Daredevil gets bitch-slapped
● I feel bad for the guy under Dark Messiah. I hope Mordecai Jones can be saved.
● so Josiah can create sonic vibration from his hands…
● MacAbee can control the elements…
● and Uriah can control reality
● with these powers combined, they are the DISCIPLES OF DOOOOOM! (no literally, that's what they're called)
● Dark Messiah drops the force field, then he and his Disciples just fuck off somewhere, leaving DD to ask, "dafuq?"
● Daredevil knows he's heard the heartbeat before but can't recall where
● heh, at least Matt has his sunglasses in a drawer and wasn't wearing them under his cowl like he used to
● out in San Francisco, Mordecai and his Disciples of Doom are carrying out a cleansing of some kind. their first victim, a cable car
● Black Widow's recent wound from Man-Bull acts up on her and she passes out from pain
● I think this might be the single most creepiest panel I've yet come across on my comic reading adventures (and I've seen the Transformers' holomatter human avatars and their creepy fixed smiles!) :
● they take the fight into a local shop, and the proprietor shakily holds a gun on them
● jeez, did Dark Messiah just kill that guy on panel? o_0
● Daredevil: "Come off it, Mordecai! You're no god--just an overgrown kid with weird eyes and a talent for acrobatics!" -- DD, you literally just described yourself…
● but DD jogged his own memory by saying "acrobatics" and remembers where he's heard that heartbeat before
● … so Dark Messiah just… exploded when he was forced to remember who he was?
● 👏👏
Synopsis:
Forced to fight the Disciples of Doom alone, Daredevil is easily overmatched by the group who leave after showing him their power. Resuming his civilian life, Matt eventually resumes his Daredevil guise when the Disciples attack the city with their powers.
The Black Widow aids Daredevil in the fight, however she overtaxes herself due to her injuries sustained battling the Man-Bull and has to sit out the fight. Daredevil battles each of the Disciples one-on-one defeating them all until he faces the Dark Messiah. Finally recognizing him as the street performer Mordecai Jones, Daredevil confronts him with this truth. The Dark Messiah denies this, and such denial causes a backlash of his powers, that explodes seemingly destroying himself and his followers, although Daredevil survives the explosion.
(https://marvel.fandom.com/wiki/Daredevil_Vol_1_98)
Fan Art: Daredevil by pungang
Accompanying Podcast:
● Josh and Jamie Do Daredevil - episode 14
#marvel#marvel comics#my marvel read#podcast recommendation#podcast - josh and jamie do daredevil#comics#comic books#daredevil#matt murdock#fan art#fanart
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Critical Role, Campaign 3 Episode 45
Marisha's "ow" in the middle of her suggestion and then just carrying on like it didn't actually happen is so adorable ... and then Laura doing a PSA ... XD "You may be weird looking, but you're opposable, damn it!" This may actually have been one of the least painful ads Sam's ever brought us. He should let the girls take the lead more often.
Wow ... is it just me or does that D&D Beyond plug feel somewhat strained and rote? I wonder why ...
Will Friedel? OMG!!! HELLO BOYO!!!
Welcome back, Taliesin ... "What is WRONG with you people?" Yeah, he just found out about the "sex ruse" ...
Ashton's reply to the Imogen message ... and now she doesn't have a slot to answer back. XD Oh, higher level? Okay ...
Travis counting her sigh as one of the words in the count ... XD
FCG suggesting they put Tuldus in their chest cavity, and then Chetney's fine about the idea but only if they chop him up so he'll fit in the first place ... yeah ...
Can Pate handle this responsibility? Oh dear, he's chuckling, that can't be a good sign. Wow, is he actually a bit dense? Awww, Laudna's finding his telepathic communication so cute.
Now they have him hogtied and stashed ... off to the Seminary, then.
FCG's still a bit sensitive? That's worrying.
Bizarre game controller comment is most amusing.
Oh, he's in disguise? Or something? What? What is going on? Oh, glamour ... what happened to him, though? I feel like there's a story here. Orym: "Did you get a job?" Ashton: "Kinda."
Oh gods, did Ashton just give Chetney wood?
Okay, who's Violet? Is this a problem? Yes, sounds like it might be. Oh shit, did he just give the game away? Chetney: "You freelanced on the side?!" Cops? Fighting? KIDNAPPING?!!! Oh for fuck's sake, Ashton!
The Baneful Brood? Hmmmm ...
MOBSTERS?!!! Oh shit ... it keeps getting worse ... he kidnapped a KENKU?!!! Unconscious? Tied up? What? Oh gods ... THE FEDS?!!! FCG: "What's a Fed?"
Oh, so he's like a snitch now? And yet because of the glamour he can never actually call in that favour now. XD This whole thing is ludicrous snd hilarious.
PASTRIES!!! Nice! :3 THAT makes everything all right again.
Vitro Isham? Okay then ...
Ashton: "Only my dignity is covered in food."
Their recent adventure: the Cliff's Notes version.
Yiosian calzone.
Whoa, did Matt just have to SHUSH half the group? XD
Ashton: "It's only after a break that you realise how WEIRD this group is."
The Ruby Vanguard are pissing everybody off, apparently ... rumours abound, and even Ashton heard about them in the kitchens. Interesting ...
Liam: "A satyr, a god and a robot walk into a bar."
The professor is IN. A firbolg! Okay! :3 Oh boy, this guy is ALREADY a hoot. Wow, Matt is REALLY getting his teeth RIGHT INTO this accent, isn't he?
That whole messaging conversation was a MESS and I loved it. XD
He knows Imahara Joe! Nice!
"Student Laudna ..."
Yes, disarm him, smart ...
A Harmonious Aeormaton! A Peacekeeper? Cool ... The Care and The Culling ... oh, yes, that sounds nasty ...
Oh boy ... mechanical prostate test! XD
He is HOLDING FCG'S POWER CORE IN HIS HANDS!!! A failsafe? Ooooooh ...
CAN he access his OLD memories? Hmmmm ...
Yes, he IS a person. :3 And YES. He is not his memories, he is what he CHOOSES to be. This Prof Isham is a SMART DUDE!!! And really quite sweet, too, it would seem.
FCG: "How can we register to vote?"
FCG wants him to turn him into an Easy Bake Oven ... XD
Oh sweet fuck this conversation sbout things no human being should mention ... XD Once again they're getting derailed by dirty minds ...
Fearne's badgering pays off ...
The Omen Archive ... a comprehensive database of Ruidusborn ... oh yeah, Roe Estani! Yeah ...
So the Exaltants are becoming more frequent, then? And yes ... Thul again ... she really is starting to turn into a proper bad penny in this mess ...
The Reilora? The dust storm dreams? HOLY FUCK!!! Wait ... whoa ... so these are the people who live in the city on Ruidus! Wow ...
It's starting to sound like there might be some kind of conflict going on UP THERE as well as down here because of all this. That is, frankly, COMPLETELY FUCKING TERRIFYING.
Fancy trapdoor game is SWEET!!!
Ooooooooooooooh ... what is this ... OH SHIT!!! The missing text from Vasselheim!
Oh shit! Older creepy elf dude! That's so bad!
Matt: "And that's where we're gonna take a break!"
"No." Fearne: "No what?" Oooooh shiiiiit!
Wisdom saving throw already? Fuck! 26? Phew ... Nice one, Ashley!
Martinet Ludinus Da'leth. Whoo ... and he means BUSINESS, clearly. And RUDE too!
Holy fuck creepy magic mind control! That is HORRIBLE!!!
Fuck, and he totally recognises Imogen because of her mother ... that is so bad!
Get out of the room. Both of you get out of this room RIGHT NOW.
What's round his neck?
Liam dropping RIGHT DOWN in the chair like he REALLY doesn't wanna be here right now and I DO NOT blame him, this is unbearably tense ... Travis is just chewing on his nails like he's super nervous too ...
Fuck ... has this guy been tracking Imogen through the dreams all this time?
The others are silently signaling them to get out of there now and I am SO TOTALLY WITH THEM right now ...
This is a really clunky plug Sam is trying to pull to cover this latest whisper ...
Da'leth: "I think your mother would like to see you." Oh shit ...
Fearne: "What are you doing with those papers?" Da'leth: "I wouldn't want go spoil the surprise." Okay ... yeah, this guy is TOTALLY giving me HUMONGOUS supervillain vibes ...
Oh yeah, I think Prof Sumal is just GONE now ...
Fearne, do not rob the nice lady.
Ashton's story grows more fascinating, clearly we missed some fun ...
Oh, they're all on the ball now ... this is so bad ...
Yes! Eshteross' cookies! :3
Everybody needs to get back to Imogen snd Fearne NOW.
Eep ... those Crimson arseholes are back ...
Orym trying to Nice Guy husband way around Carolle ... and Ashton has the silver spoon from the kitchen. XD I don't even want to THINK about what Chetney's doing ...
Imogen, what are you doing? Call Ryn? Oh yes ... yes, that's a good idea, she might be able to help ...
Laudna's first concern is IS IMOGEN ALL RIGHT. That is completely perfect.
I love how Ashton can be SO SWEET sometimes, it's just adorable. He tries to be so hard but really he's such a softy.
Imogen messages Ryn ... "Well shit ..." Yeah, we're with you there, luv.
Matt: "What did you roll?" Laura: " I rolled very ... 8."
So Ryn CAN fix her ... that is a relief.
Laudna checks through Pate's eyes ... he's poking the guy, apparently.
Holy fuck the loss of those papers was SPECTACULARLY bad ...
The return of the Flat Earth ... XD
Fey Realm. Totally, Fey Realm. Ashton: "Let's go recruit a fucking grandma."
Pate explodes on the guy's shoulder before reconstituting (very messily) on Laudna's. Oh boy ...
The Harrowcall Fens ... Ligament Manor? Morri keeps getting more and more disquieting by the second.
Chetney reveals how much he's just been taking the piss as a so-called Planewalker. Ryn is unimpressed, but in an amused way. XD
Ryn: "Cuddle up! It's gonna be a ride!" FCG: "Hope I don't kill you all on the way."
And she sends them into the Feywild ...
A magical marshland ... swampy forest ... this is strangely familiar. Oooh, the toads ...
Laudna: "I still have that baggie of weird drugs." Orym: "Not right now."
Fearne says she knows EXACTLY where she is. Roll shit. She has NO IDEA.
Weird as plant tells them where to go ... of course it does ...
Fearne is ... DIFFERENT here. Oh boy ... she us like totally in the Uncanny Valley now here. Oh shit! Fearne's like the Spirit of the Forest in Princess Mononoke right now!
Chetney is completely freaking out right now and I DO NOT blame him.
Morri loves to entertain ... oh boy ...
Who's Doctor Nesbitt? Do I want to know?
Marisha: "Matt's being so creepy!" Matt (exasperated): "I'M LOOKING AT MY WIFE!!!"
Laudns introduces herself to the flowers ... oh boy ... she gets overzealous ... no, they like her ... fucking hell this is so bizarre ... oh shit, they REALLY like her ... oh boy, this is getting REALLY weird now ... oh no, has Laudna offended them now?
Oh gods, NOW what has she done? The trees are angered, it looks like ...
Imogen: "Tell me this us your grandmother, Fearne." Fearne: "It's just the trees."
FCG's SINGING to the trees now ... yeah, I didn't think that would work ...
Natural 1 ... oh boy ... Fearne is NOT getting anywhere here ...
DOES SHE have Speak With Plants? Rolling at disadvantage ... 26? That's at DISADVANTAGE?!!! Wow ...
They can get out if they SING, apparently ...
Oh boy, this is getting embarrassing ... yes, I agree with Matt, this is totally a DIN. They start singing: "Dying In Your Arms Tonight" ... Laura rolls a Nat 20 AND a Nat 1 ... wow ... but Ashley rolls SWEET too and saves the day.
They're free! Phew!
The flowers start screaming and WE start screaming ... oh, that was a GOOD THING? Fucking hell ...
Fearne can smell Morri's lanterns. Okay ...
Toucan Sam ... XD
Secret glade ... massive tree ... draping vines ... empty wooden cages ... decorative wreaths ... yeah, this place is, like, SO FUCKED UP ... kind of beautiful too, though ...
Morri invites them in ... Travis' face is PRICELESS. He is SO creeped out ... knitted dolls, bones, weird potted plants ... he's hating it even more and I love it ... XD
Okay ... Morri is BIG. And WEIRD. Giraffe neck extending out ... freaky ET face, but with sharp teeth ... oh my fucking gods ... it's a nightmare version of when Gertie dresses ET up in drag, isn't it?
Tiki Bar? A TIKI BAR?!!!
Matt: "And THAT'S where we're gonna call it a night!"
Oof ... so, NO Crit Role this week ... but IT IS the premiere of TLOVM season 2 so it's all cool!
#critical role#crit role campaign 3#campaign 3 spoilers#campaign 3 episode 45#matt mercer#marisha ray#laudna#travis willingham#chetney pock o'pea#laura bailey#imogen temult#liam o'brien#orym of the air ashari#ashley johnson#fearne calloway#taliesin jaffe#ashton greymoore#sam riegel#fresh cut grass
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Rooftop Cookies (MCU, Daredevil)
It wasn’t as though Matt knew Spider-Man. It might even be a stretch to say that they’d met. They’d seen each other, was all (or, well, “seen” in Matt’s case).
The thing is, Matt knew from the first instant that Spider-Man was a kid. His biology was a little weird from whatever enhancements he had, heartbeat sounded different from anyone else Matt had heard, but Matt could still hear the way his bones sounded, still young, still growing. Kid smelled like puberty and school cafeteria and baby’s first deodorant, and countless other kids he bumped elbows with at school.
That first time Spider-Man came into Hell’s Kitchen Matt thought at first that he was just some kid who’d gotten caught up in gang business, but then he heard the thwip, thwip, thwip as Spider-Man started webbing up the weapons dealers, and Matt realized holy shit, this child is Spider-Man.
So Matt had jumped down there and knocked out the rest of the bad guys. He’d been planning on interrogating some of them, but he wasn’t about to do that shit in front of a kid. A young, impressionable, superheroing kid.
This was all right after the fight in Germany, (which was why Matt knew about Spidey’s existence in the first place) and Matt was pissed . He’d never been a fan of Tony Stark, but this right here, this put him solidly on Matt’s shitlist.
“Oh wow, you’re Daredevil!” Spider-Kid said. How, how had no one else ever mentioned this.
“How old are you?” Matt asked, voice full Daredevil.
“Oh, uh, eighteen?” Matt didn’t need enhanced hearing to tell that was a lie.
Matt had tilted his head while he thought. There was shit he needed to do. He did not need a child running around getting hurt. Spider-Man mostly stopped muggers, maybe helped old ladies carry groceries. He’d been swept up in avengers business, but there was nothing Matt could do about that, it was way beyond his pay grade. Spider-Man kept his nose clean, mostly. It wasn’t great , it was in fact fucking terrible that a fifteen year old kid was running around in a brightly collored costume, pissing off mobsters, but so far he hadn’t pissed off anyone too big too much. So long as he kept far away from Matt, who drew in trouble like a magnet attracted iron filings, he’d be okay. Ish. Either way the child vigilante was not Matt’s problem.
So Matt turned to the kid and growled, channeled all his pent up frustration and simmering rage into it. He wasn’t pissed at the kid so much as at the world in general and maybe Tony Stark in particular, but the kid didn’t need to know that.
“Don’t lie to me,” Matt snarled, “Get the hell out of my city.”
Kid’s heartbeat picked up, breath came faster, but he dithered.
“Look, Mr. Daredevil, sir, I’m not gonna—“
“ Get .”
Spider-Man had at least a little in the way of self-preservation instincts left, cause he scrammed. On a whim Matt called out after him, “And stay in school, kid!”
It was hard to tell at that distance, and with Spider-Man moving so much in a way Matt wasn’t used to tracking, but he was pretty sure the kid flipped him off.
And that was the extent of their relationship. Spider-Man would swing into Hell’s Kitchen every once in a while, try and mess with Matt’s criminals, try and make friendly small talk, and Matt would snarl, chase him out, “Get the hell out of my city… Stay in school, kid,” rinse, repeat. Kid was gone during the blip, but then he was back and they fell into routine again like nothing’d happened.
So, not friends, not even acquaintances.
Except. Spider-Man smelled like a woman who dyed her hair and used lemongrass shampoo, he smelled like a school cafeteria, like books and laptops and kids with bright futures crammed together. Used to. Except Spider-Man’s only crossed into Matt’s territory once in the past month, and Matt was pretty sure that was on accident. Matt came up behind the kid and he just left, didn’t say a word. And it was in the middle of the school year, coming up on Christmas break, and the kid didn’t smell like a school anymore, and he didn’t smell like a woman who used lemongrass shampoo. He smelled like some rundown apartment with mold in the walls, and like cheap laundromat soap and exhaustion. He was hungry, by the way his stomach sounded, not just growling but too empty. He was on his own.
So Matt didn’t know Spider-Man, but he knew things about him.
Spider-Kid didn’t come into the Kitchen anymore, but he sort of circled it sometimes, Matt heard glimpses of him, just outside his territory. So maybe Matt was listening for the kid when he heard him, two streets over, outside Hell’s Kitchen but just barely. Kid’s heartbeat was unmistakable, sitting hunched on a fire escape, breath hitching, crying silent to anyone else’s ears.
Matt didn’t know the kid, but he couldn’t leave that alone.
Matt didn’t mean to sneak up on him, steps purposefully audible, but the kid was out of it, didn’t notice.
“Hey, kid,” Matt said, voice gentle, none of Daredevil’s gruffness to it.
Kid startled, shoulders tensing. “Mr.—“ he started, then startled again when he turned and saw Matt, “Daredevil! What— how are you here ?”
Matt grinned, wry, “You do know I’m not literally bound to Hell’s Kitchen, right?”
“I guess, yeah, but, I mean why?”
Matt tilted his head, watched him. Kid was doing a good job of making his voice sound normal, awkward, excitable, upbeat, but his heartbeat was steady in a way that read as not so much calm as tired , like the kid couldn’t muster up the emotional energy to feel much of anything. Kid smelled like too long without a shower and old grief.
“Someone left cookies for me on their roof,” Matt said, “Thought I’d stop by and share. Mind if I sit?”
Matt produced said cookies, and that, at least, elicited a reaction. Kid really was hungry, Matt almost wished he brought something more substantial, but it wasn’t like he could carry takeout with him on patrol on the off chance he’d run into Spider-Man. The cookies had been a lucky coincidence.
“People leave cookies out on their roofs for you? Seriously?” The kid asked, mouth full of chocolate chip.
Matt sat next to him, not quite close enough to touch, but he noticed the way the kid leaned towards him unconsciously. It’d been a while, Matt thought, since he’d been touched.
“Sure,” Matt said, “Milk, too, but that’s less portable.”
“What, like you’re Santa Clause? And you actually eat them?” Spidery asked, baffled amusement sounding genuine in a way that Matt felt as victory.
“‘Course,” Matt said, “Sometimes little kids make them, or old ladies. Can’t afford to disappoint them, I was raised polite. What, does nobody leave rooftop cookies for Spider-Man?”
“I think if someone wanted to give Spider-Man cookies, they’d just give them to me,” the kid said, “There’s this one lady with a food cart who always gives me free tamales.”
Matt ate a cookie of his own. These ones were pretty good as rooftop cookies went. Whoever had made them had washed their hands with lavender soap that, on the whole, tasted sort of nice, meshing well with the vanilla and chocolate and cinnamon flavors of the cookie.
“Seriously though, you just find these on people’s roofs? How do you know they aren’t poisoned? I mean, no offense, but you don’t strike me as the most trusting of dudes,” Spider-Man froze, “Wait,” he said, “You are sure no one poisoned these, right?”
Matt chuckled, “Oh, don’t worry. If they were poisoned I’d know. ”
“ Oh -kay, there’s the terrifying devil-man I’m used to,” the kid said. He’d relaxed a little, something tight inside of him unwinding just an inch. The kid had always been talkative, always talked like he was on fast-forward, but now there was something almost desperate to it. The kid was lonely, Matt thought, desperately lonely. Lonely enough that Matt was good company. He hadn’t been before.
Matt didn’t want to pry. But he thought maybe the kid wanted him to, or needed him to, or something. There was something raw and lost in Spider-Man, and Matt felt a pulling need to put it right. He wasn’t good at this, but wasn’t anyone else.
So he said, cautiously, “So that whole staying in school thing, guess it didn’t pan out.”
The kid went still, chewed, swallowed.
“You know,” he said, “For a guy who’s been scolding me about it for almost three years, you’re weirdly un-judgey about that.”
Matt shrugged, he didn’t push. “Shit happens,” he said, “You’re a good kid, you would have stayed if it was an option.”
Kid laughed, a broken thing, shot through with relief and sadness. “Yeah, yeah,” he said, “How’d you know, anyway?”
Matt decided to give a little, it seemed only fair.
“Apart from the fact that you’ve been spotted swinging around the school during school hours, you don’t smell like school anymore,” Matt hesitated, then decided to take another risk, “You don’t smell like your parent or guardian either.”
“Oh,” Spider-Man said, very softly. His legs swung gently over the edge of the fire escape, and then he seemed to come to a decision, words coming all in a rush.
“It was my Aunt. There was this whole thing and magic was involved, but she died, I didn’t save her, just like- she’s, she was the last family I had.”
Kid had drawn his knees up to his chest while he was talking, was holding himself so carefully, like he was keeping himself from shattering by sheer force of will. Matt remembered the the way the kid had almost-but-not-quite leaned toward him when he sat down. He scootched over the space between them so that his shoulder just barely, barely brushed against the kid’s. Kid didn’t think about it, leaned into the touch, so Matt put his arm around his shoulders. Kid’s shoulders were so small.
“I’m- I’ve got no one now,” the kid whispered, voice shuddering, “I just. Everything was fine and then all of a sudden I- I’m like, I’m not even the same person.”
Matt didn’t say anything, he didn’t think there was anything you could say to that. He just rubbed gently up and down the kid’s arm the way he remembered his dad doing and listened, listened to his words and his tired, uneven breathing and his heartbeat, and hoped that the intensity of his listening was visible somehow in his face or whatever it was that people who could see saw, hoped the kid could see that he was listening, that he cared, and that that would be enough.
“Why are you being so nice?” Spider-Man said, “I don’t even know you, and I’m crying all over you like an idiot.”
“Yeah, well,” Matt said, “Sounds like I’m what you’ve got.”
“I, um, I should probably,” the kid said, but he didn’t move a muscle to leave, so Matt interrupted.
“I don’t have anywhere to be, do you?”
“Nah, I… nah,” kid said, and then he just.. melted. They just sat like that for a long time. Kid never quite fell asleep, and neither did Matt, just sat and listened to the city sounds, to the kid’s heart beat more slowly than he’d ever heard it, peaceful.
Then he heard the diner down the street opening for the morning.
“Shit,” Matt said.
The kid straightened up, “Duty calls?” He asked.
“Day job,” Matt replied, “It’ll be dawn soon, and I need to be at work in an hour.”
“It’s so weird that you have a day job,” Spider-Man said.
“Daredeviling doesn’t exactly pay the bills, kiddo,” Matt said.
“ Ugh , tell me about it,” kid said.
“You got a phone?” Matt asked as he stood.
“Uh, yeah, why?” The kid asked.
Matt tossed him his burner, “Put your number in there under “S” and text yourself. If you ever want to talk, call me, okay?”
Matt hesitated a moment, before digging out a business card. This wouldn’t be the first time he’d referred someone to Nelson and Murdock as Daredevil, but reaching out to the kid in both identities was a risk. It was a risk he was willing to take, though, just this once.
“Look, I don’t really know what going on with you in your regular life, but it sounds like it could be legally complicated, especially with magic involved. I know some good lawyers, they’ll help you out, and you don’t have to worry about the money.”
“I, uh, I don’t know what to say about this, all of it,” the kid said.
“It’s no problem. I’ll see you around, kid.”
“See you,” the kid said, as Matt jumped off the fire escape and headed towards home for a quick shower before coming in to the office. It was going to be a long day after staying out all night, but Matt couldn’t help but think it was worth it.
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Hey y’all, I just wrote an AITA post for Matt and I gotta share this shit lmao
It’s a few paragraphs long because uh… oh BOY Matthieu had some shit to talk
Taglist: @wordwizards @flowerprose
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Can’t believe I’m fucking doin’ this shit but… AMITA?
So my girlfriend (20F) and I (21M) have been dating for 4 years now. We started talking right after her first boyfriend (came from outta town—real city fella if you know what I mean) ditched her in the most disrespectful way possible. Fucker strung her along for four months of her life, and then just up and leaves her ass without another word.
Anyway, cut to now and rumors say the fucker is back in town. Right. Swell. My girlfriend tries to ignore it for the sake of her well being, but her bitchy little friends who can’t let go of the past want to go on telling her they know what’s best for her, and try and talk her into doing something she doesn’t want to do. Go and talk to the fucker. My girlfriend doesn’t need “closure” from this guy. She’s got all the closure she’s ever going to get from a man who didn’t care enough about her to give her the respect she’s due. Besides, it ain’t like she’s single and still wallowing in her self pity. She’s dating me for fuck’s sake.
I try and convince her to leave her ex alone, and by the skin of my teeth, she agrees. THEN the fucker turns around and wants to start worming his way back into her life again by attending her college and signing up for her club. I fight for everything I can to get her to deny him entry, but she doesn’t listen to anything I fucking tell her. She wants to go on feeling sorry for herself and mope like she doesn’t have a choice but to deal with him. Meanwhile here I am giving her a thousand and one solutions to her problem.
I, like the patient and loving boyfriend I am, settle with her and demand she ignores him as much as possible. She agrees, but you can imagine by now the red alarms in my brain are firing like dixie. So whenever all of us are together (at a party her club is having) of course you know her ex wants to glue himself to her hip chatting her ears up with all sorts of shit, pretending like I’m not even there. That’s when I make a grand display of affection for my perfect girlfriend, the kind that would make my Granddaddy proud, and tell the bastard off. In front of everybody. My best friend has to hold me back from fighting his ass. But then, this is the part I don’t fucking get, is how my girlfriend wants to turn around and pretend like I’M the villain here.
“Oh X, you’re making a scene,” she says. Yeah that‘s the fucking point. Seriously what the fuck did I do?
I force her back home and we argue about it. I feel like she’s cheating on me with the bitch—why else would she defend him? She denies it, claiming how he’s just being nice, so I do the rounds checking her phone. If she really isn’t cheating on me, then she won’t have a problem with me blocking his contact and locking her in her room. I go to bed with her that night, but when I wake up an hour later, she’s not there?? I catch her on the street in her nightwear walking back home.
I swear to God she better not be cheating on me. I can’t even get why she fell for him in the first place. Guy’s the type who wears earrings and prances around with a thin little sword in his hand singing about how he wants to be a pirate. Fucking airhead. Or as he calls it, “artist.” Yeah right. She has the epitome of manhood right here for the taking, but does she ever touch me? No.
Y’all, what am I doing wrong here? Don’t tell me this shit is all in my head. Have I ever done something to deserve this treatment? Am I somehow being an asshole??
#wip: foad#writeblr#writing#I’m curious to see others perceptions of this because I know all sides of this situation#I’m laughing my ass off this is hilarious to me#Matt almost seems sympathetic but the way he talks about everything I feel like gives away the fact that he’s somehow the asshole here#even if you haven’t seen Emily’s side of this#which is sorta what I’m going for tbh#Matthieu isn’t a sympathetic type of villain#to me anyway#there so much going over his egotistical head
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Anything For You
This is my gift for @cake-lovin-ace I hope you enjoy this!!!! Their prompt was fantasy au with hurt/comfort.
Pairing: Andrew/Neil
Summary: Magic has been seen as a threat to the world so all magic-users are being hunted down and being 'taken care of'. For Neil and the foxes that has always been the case, losing members since the beginning. Once Neil's family has been caught, he will do anything and stop at nothing until they are safely returned to him.
Word Count: 1k+
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Neil could say he was used to this life, being on the run. But never like this, never without Andrew by his side. It wasn’t supposed to end up this way.
The two of them were meeting up with the others for a small gathering. It had been a few years since they’ve all met up, trying to be discreet in the world now. The anti-magic militia made it nearly impossible for anyone with magic to be out in the open.
There were officers posted every block of every city in every country. Because there were limited officers on hand, there was new tech installed that could read the biometrics in a fifteen mile radius. If any magic user happened to be in that radius they would immediately be retained by a secured net that would lock on them.
The numbers of magic users were dwindling day by day. Being taken and never seen again. The only exception of this case happened to be Neil Josten, well… Josten-Minyard now. But that had been years back when things weren’t as restricted, where there was actually a chance of survival.
Neil happened to run into the foxes purely by accident, but he was glad he did. They had become his family and he would do anything for them. After he and Andrew had gotten married the foxes had to separate to not get caught. Which is why Neil had not been used to not having Andrew by his side.
The foxes met up for a dinner reservation, it was all going great. Dan and Matt had finally gotten hitched, Renee and Allison had managed to build a club of sorts with a new protective barrier they'd perfected which had been in the makings for four years now. Nicky and Erik had been traveling, visiting all nature sites that Nicky said had absolutely killed him. Aaron and Katelyn were expecting, everyone was excited for them even Andrew who managed a small “Good luck with the little tyrant.”
Then in a flash they had been ambushed, everything happened so fast. Guards were everywhere, smoke was in the air making it difficult to breathe. Neil saw most of the foxes managed to escape but he couldn’t see Andrew. He looked around as quickly and as efficiently as possible but there was no sight of him.
Neil took off in one the directions he saw Matt and Dan left through, hoping to catch up to them. It took him all of thirty minutes before he managed to find them.
“Neil, fuck you scared me! Thank goodness you’re alright,” Matt relieved with a sigh. Dan gave him a tight hug, holding him as close to him as she could before releasing him.
“Did you guys see Andrew on your way out? I couldn’t find him and I don’t know if he’s okay or hurt,” Neil tried and failed at keeping his voice steady.
Matt shook his head, “No, it was all too chaotic to make anything out. I’m sure he’s probably with the others, knowing him he’s most likely fighting the others to come and find you.”
Neil nodded his head agreeing with him, counting to ten in his head to calm down. He was no use to Andrew if he couldn’t keep his cool, he needed to relax and come up with a plan. Once he got his breathing under control he looked in the directions of the woods, “Okay, I’m good. We need to get to shelter or at least out of the open before we figure out our plan of attack.”
Once the three of them found a shack about an hour into the woods the television in the small living room turned on displaying an emergency report. The others didn’t think much of it until Andrew, and Allison came on screen shackled to a pole on a podium. “Babe turn it up I can’t hear what they’re saying.” Matt reached for the old box and quickly turned up the volume.
“... have been taken into the Anti-Magic Militia custody. So, if you are watching this Nathaniel Wesninski, you have fourteen hours to turn yourself in and we’ll let these disgraces go. That is all.”
Neil’s blood turned to ice, he couldn’t move. Every inch of his body was frozen in place, he didn’t hear what Dan was saying until he felt her shaking his shoulders.
“Neil, hey, hey! I need you to calm down, can you take some deep breaths for me?” He nodded his head and followed her lead, taking in deep breaths in time with her. It took him a bit but he finally came to it.
“We will get them back, we will. I promise you both they’ll be back safely to us. For now, I need the both of you to find the others and wait for us to return. I don’t care what it takes,” Neil gave both of them a brief hug before walking out of the shack.
It had been some time since Neil used his wild magic, he made himself a promise he wouldn’t use it, that he wouldn’t be that person again. But it seems like there was no other choice.
He held out his hand and summoned a small purple flame filled with chaos and destruction. It felt warm and welcoming, as if it was happy to see him again.
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The whole building seemed to be collapsing around him. Neil had just found Allison and released her, giving her an internal map to find the others. She had a worried look in her eyes when she saw his face, void of emotion and destruction and pure hatred in his eyes. He wasn’t looking at her, more like he was looking miles through her.
“Neil, you know this is a trap don’t you?” Allison grasped his arm, Neil didn’t say anything but gave a simple nod. “Just, don’t die. And don’t let your husband kill you for being so reckless. I’m first in line okay?”
She left once she casted a small protective barrier on him, to hide him from the surveillance and software.
Neil could feel Andrew’s energy before he could hear his groans of pain. He threw a larger flame of purple destruction towards the wall that separated them. Once the wall crumbled down, gunfire was raining down around him. One bullet nicked him on his side, he grunted through the pain and threw balls of flames towards each assailant, taking them out one by one.
“Drew, you still with me?” Neil shouted into the air. He dodged a few attacks, getting in some blows of his own.
“I’m- yeah. Just uh, help me down yeah?” Andrew grunted.
As the last assailant went down Neil rushed over to Andrew and broke his chains letting him down carefully. Andrew was the first to move, grabbing Neil’s chin to face him. They both didn’t say anything for a while, just standing in each other’s presence. Neil was the first one to break the silence.
“I thought I had lost you again. I didn’t want to believe it, I couldn’t. Not you,” Neil gave out a whimper.
“You, more than anyone, should know it’s impossible to get rid of me so easily. Not when I have you to worry about. Especially when I have to see you use wild magic again, you know that stuff kills you idiot.”
“If only the others knew how much of a sap you really are, they wouldn't let you live it down” he chuckled, bringing Andrew in for a kiss. Neil could feel him roll his eyes and pull away. “I would do anything for you, Drew. Even if it means shortening my life a bit. But, we should go, before we actually get trapped in this collapsing building.”
Andrew pulled him closer, “Just shut up and kiss me again you dork.”
#aftg exchange#aftg gift#aftg#tfc#andreil#andrew minyard#neil josten#fantasy au#hurt/comfort#magic au#sorry for my crappy writing#I srsly hope this was to your liking#also im incredibly sorry for posting this very late
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Fifteen things I noted about CR2E134 “The Streets of the Forgotten” :
it's been... a whiiiiiiiile (between vacation, work, and life in general, it HAS been a month since I've watched Campaign 2 !! can you believe it ?? I have missed the Mighty Nein ferociously)
In the saga of the Nordverse ads, Travis is now NUMBER TWO (said in Taliesin's hacker voice, this sounds less ridiculous... or maybe not) the greatest noob hacker of all time. He's questioning the name, though.
Dagen is okay !!!! He's hurt but not dead. Pheeeeeew I was really worried
Yeah, we're back at it again, the choice to make between pursue the Tomb Taker stat, or take time to check out some really interesting things or rooms in Aeor (not even with the justification that it could help them, but because it looks cool as fuck !)
afkldsgks Travis miming the passing of the crown of "The Person who Pushes Buttons" onto Ashley's head was so great. I love these nerds.
OOOOOooooh so THAT's where "Aeor is for lovers" comes from !! Thanks, Laura.
Matt's face, as Veth and Beau are theorizing about the sexual lives of the enormous and horrifying beasts of Aeor :
I love this screenshot so much. He's like 'Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat areyoutalkingabout"
I know from CR3 (from FRIDA's vision) that there was infighting in Aeor. But to hear a corpse confirm it, that there were two camps fighting for their ideas, too late too late, as the city fell struck down by the gods... I want an Aeor flashback or a mini-series about it so bad.
An Aeormaton !!!! And it was Veth that found it !!!
Oh my god Matthew is so good at doing the broken robot's voice.
"COMPUTER ! ENHANCE !!" good usage of an old reference
I want to see art of Veth yelling at the monster to protect Caleb, like the woman yelling at the cat meme
FJORD IS BALD !!! I'm laughing so much, I fucking love the Wild magic stuff.
Travis just plays the "guy who just lost his last bit of dignity" so well
"Your hair is safe" for now, Laura Bailey, for now. Next campaign, you'll see !
WHAT DID YOU SEE WHEN JESTER SCRIED, CALEB ??? *shakes him like a pepper spray*
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Scared
Earth 65 Soulmate AU - Kingpin Matt Murdock x secretary Y/N
He was going to kill her.
No. He was going to kill the assholes who did that first, then he would come to the hospital, scream without screaming, by using his creepy smile and his low voice, he would put his hand on her neck as he loved to do and then he would kill her.
After months of training, hard training, where he was so fucking proud of her, Y/N was still not strong enough to defend herself against two stupid muggers. Not even real assassins, they didn't know who she was.
If they had known, they wouldn't have touch her. Even if people still didn't know that Matt cared/not cared about her, she was still his secretary, so attacking her was attacking him in a way. And to attack the Kingpin was having a death wish.
Not all the bad guys of Hell Kitchen knew that Matthew Murdock was the Kingpin of course, but all of them knew he was related to him, at least as his former lawyer who was still breathing, so it meant something.
So yeah, two stupid muggers, with a knife.
Matt was really going to kill her.
It was a bit his own fault at the end. He wanted to show her the Hand training, but was too soft at the end. He couldn't do to her what they did to him. So he was hard, mean, sometimes a bit cruel, but not that cruel.
He was worst with the Spider girl.
He was giving her some time to find her balance or her breath. He was explaining what she was doing wrong. He was smiling like a mad man when she was finally able to fight back. And he was praising her.
Oh so many praises.
"Fuck, darling, you almost surprised me. I'm impressed."
"The key word is 'almost'. I think you broke my noise."
"I didn't. I would never. You should be proud of yourself, really. I am. Not a lot of people can surprise me."
"I guess you were not really focusing here."
"Maybe I was not. Your blood smells really good. Take the compliment anyway. Take it."
"Thank you Matt."
"You're welcome darling."
The muggers clearly didn't have a soft spot for her and were focusing. They really wanted her bag.
Y/N still managed to make them bleed, a bit. She was sure she did a lot of damages, and maybe break some bones.
But it was raining. It was dark. She didn't have Matt's senses. They were two. With a fucking knife. And the only way she had to run was to take the blade, let it sink into her stomach, to be close enough and smash their faces, then run to the main street, where someone found her and was kind enough to help.
She ran. Matt would kill her for that too, maybe. After all, she tried to fight first. And he told her that it was not the point. He didn't want her to become a fighter, but to be able to survive. Sometimes running was the best option. When it was possible.
"Will you try to run away from me darling ?" he asked her once.
"I could. And while I would running I won't stop praying for you to trip over a stone or bump into a wall after losing your senses for a few seconds, because it's obvious that I don't have any chance of escaping. Then I'll pray for you to be merciful when you catch up with me."
"I could be merciful. For you."
Too bad she couldn't jump from the bed and run now. If she quickly found a way out of the city, maybe she had a chance.
Even if the Hand was everywhere.
Maybe he would be merciful. Maybe he would make it quick.
Maybe she could tell him that she was his soulmate. Y/N was still not sure if it was a good idea to tell him.
It was impossible to know how he would react. Would he be surprised ? Mad ? Happy ?
Could Matthew Murdock feel anyway ? She was not always sure that he loved her.
He was jealous and possessive. Obsessed. He teased, and flirted, and marked, and wouldn't let her alone.
In his mind, it seemed to be the closest thing to love. And all this without knowing who she was, who she really was to him.
Y/N knew and it didn't help. When she started to see colours the first day, all this red, she decided to wait a bit before taking a decision. She needed a plan of action. Because even if she didn't know at the time how dangerous he was, she had heard things. She saw something in his smile. And the red. Even if it was the first time she was seeing this colour, she knew it was not a good sign.
It was obvious after the first day that it was better to keep this secret.
It was obvious after the first week that she was still alive only because she was a very good secretary, she was not too noisy like the others, meaning she was not asking too stupid, too personal questions, and she was not making too many noises when Matt was working. She was loyal, discreet, clever, methodical, quick. She made great coffee. And she smelt good.
Matt told her that the next week, when he asked if she would like to have a drink with him. She politely refused, saying it was not good to mix pleasure and work.
This answer pleased him. And annoyed him. He really started to flirt after that, but he was not thinking about killing her anymore. He killed one of the last secretaries because she was too easy to seduced.
Knowing that, and knowing that they were soulmate, Y/N relaxed quickly.
It was not a problem to learnt that he was the Kingpin. About the Hand. To see him in her room during the night. She was not really scared anymore.
It was just Matt being Matt.
He noticed that. He noticed everything. Except why she was so relaxed. But he loved it.
Y/N was sure it was the first time he was meeting someone who was so relaxed around him, but without being able to fight back if it was needed, while knowing it, and while not being one of his brainwashed servants.
She was also sure a part of him was offended by it but the fascination was stronger.
When he discovered that she could see colours, he got pissed. Jealous. Of himself. It was hilarious.
He didn't ask right away but she could tell he wanted to know who her soulmate was. He was plotting. Against himself. So cute.
While refusing to give the name, she would answer some of his questions. Yes, we know each other. No, we are not together. Yes, I love them. Because, Y/N loved Matt. It was crazy but after all these months she loved him.
She couldn't tell if it was because he was her soulmate or not.
When he taught her how to fight, he bragged about being better than her soulmate about that. He always took the chance to say that he was better.
"They won't be able to protect you. Not from me, not from anyone."
"I need protection from you ?"
"Darling. Of course. But you won't find any. Nothing can stop me. Now try to hit me again."
She hit him. Hard. He was fucking proud.
And now she was at the hospital. Because of muggers. And for the first time in months, she was scared. So fucking scared. Of his rage, of his coldness, and his disappointment. Especially his disappointment.
Yet she tried to stay calm when she heard his cane in the hallway. When he entered the room, closed the door behind him, took a chair and sit next to her.
It helped to not look at him. But Matt knew everything. He couldn't see her eyes, but he knew their were not on him.
"Look at me."
"Why ?" she asked, too quickly, with a shaking voice. Shit.
"You heart is beating very fast darling. So fast. Are you cold ?"
"No."
"Were you scared when the blade pierced your skin ?"
"No." It was the truth. She was not hurt because she panicked, but because she was unlucky and weak. She only started to be scared when she woke up in this bed and realised that Matt would learn about it.
"I killed them."
"I know."
"I took my time. It was hard. I wanted them dead right away, and yet I wanted them to suffer. They dared to touch what was mine after all."
"Please, be quick with me."
"Hmm. As you wish."
Y/N closed her eyes when he put his hand on her neck. To meditate, as he taught her. Her whole body was trembling anyway. At least he didn't really scream. But she didn't look at him, so she was not sure.
Gently, Matt stroke her jugular, pressing with a finger on it, then he kissed her.
And for the first time it was sweet. Tender. For maybe ten seconds. Before he started to bit and suck.
No killing them. Or he was trying to suffocate her with his mouth.
"I was so scared darling." he whispered against her lips. "So fucking scared. Never do that again."
"I'll try."
"Never."
"Fine. You were really scared ? You ?"
"Shut up now. No more talking. I want to hear your heart."
"I thought it was beating too fast."
"Not anymore. Only because you're excited. I know this sound, I like it. I hated the other one, don't do that again."
"Do what again ?"
"I told you to shut up." he growled, putting his head on her chest, near her heart.
Obedient, Y/N didn't move. Then, feeling brave and stupid, she touched his hair. Matt didn't say anything, only making a little purring sound. She guessed she was allowed to do that, so she played with his hair, forgetting about the muggers, the knife, everything. Just enjoying the moment, having the big dangerous Kingpin in her arms who was acting like a big cat.
"There. My favourite sound."
"Which one ?"
"Darling."
"Shut up, I know. But I have something to tell you."
"Later. Sleep now. I'll look after you."
"You're blind."
"I'll hear after you. Sleep."
"Yes Mister Murdock."
She would tell him about them being soulmates later.
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