#matt needs an aspirin

[kingcrow01]

Marvel/DC Crossover Week | 2024

Day 3 | Team Red |  Morality Differences | “The metal of the human spirit is forged upon the anvil of sorrow.”

@marvel-dc-crossover-event

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This is my last piece for this years event, and I am SO beyond happy with it! Particularly the coloring on DPs and RHs suits.

The dialogue:

Red Hood nudging a groaning Deadpool who ate too much: “You guys are such losers.”

Spider-Man: “Says the guy who moved cities to join Team Red.”

Red Hood: “I did not. Believe it or don’t, but New York has job opportunities.”

Spider-Man: “For a theater kid like you? What, gonna audition for Matilda on Broadway?”

Red Hood: “Fuck you, if I did, I would get the lead role and win every Tony Award possible–”

Spider-Man: “Oh my god, you’re such a nerd–”

Daredevil: “Would you two shut up–”

Barbara is absolutely listening to this through Jason's helmet and snickering to herself, imagining him as Matilda, brown wig, red bow and all.

Details!

burger frog! anyone recognize burger frog?

whoever guesses who C + S are gets a high five

yes, Jason did spray paint "Batman Sucks." Midway through making this, I had another idea of this Team Red spray painting together. I don't know who, but they'd be slandering someone.

family guy death pose

Bart and Miles were here

Things that could have been:

already-there simple graffiti art of original Team Red holding hands, but with a newly-added Red Hood at one end in a different color (all done by Deadpool)

as well as the food wrappers, they were going to be surrounded by obscure things they stole while fucking around the city: a Ouija board, some poor bastards steering wheel, Bucky's arm, maybe?

I was going to have them start stacking things on Deadpool, just to make them that much more irritating

[babygirlmurdock]

Confessions

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Summary: Foggy drops a very drunk Matt on your doorstep one night, which leads to confessions.

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: Swearing, Alcohol Consumption

a/n: Got this idea from the writing prompt: “You're drunk." "Yes. And hopelessly in love with you." - from @creativepromptsforwriting and I love a little “i hate accidents except when we went from friends to this” (iykyk). Also I was listening to You Are In Love by Taylor Swift writing this, although it doesn’t have direct correlation, I just love that song LOL. Please enjoy<3

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You were sound asleep until you heard a loud ringtone erupt from your bedside table. There’s only one person whose calls surpass your do not disturb.

Matt.

You saw his contact photo and answered groggily, “hello?”

“Hey,” this was not Matt’s voice. “Matt’s, uh, really drunk right now. Someone had the great idea to do shots tonight…” Foggy was trying his best to sound normal over the phone, but he was clearly not sober.

You sat up, scrubbed your hand over your face and glanced over to your clock. 2:17 am. “Foggy, it’s 2 in the morning, I have work tomorrow, you can’t get Matt back to his apartment?” You complained to him. Matt was your closest friend. Grew up going to the same church in Hell’s Kitchen. He was kind of the loner kid, so one day you befriended him and you’ve been close ever since.

“He keeps saying he wants to see you! He kept babbling your name, so we’re about a block away from your apartment now. See you in a few!” Foggy cheerfully said not really giving you a choice.

“Foggy wai—aaand he hung up. Great,” you said to yourself before putting your phone back on your bedside table. You put on the closest sweatpants you found on your floor and one of your sweatshirts. After you found your slippers, you putzed downstairs to retrieve your inebriated friend. When you got outside, you heard the boys laughing from half way down the block. You sat on your stairs leading to your apartment while you waited for your two bumbling idiots.

Matt slurred your name as he approached and almost ate shit half jogging to you. “Jesus christ, Matt be careful it’s dark out here,” you scolded him.

“It’s all dark to me,” Matt laughed at you.

“Alright I walked into that, dick. Hey, thanks for bringing him at least… here. I’ll hydrate him and make sure he’s okay for work tomorrow,” you gave a ‘you owe me’ look over to Foggy as he said goodbye to you. You and Matt made your way up to your apartment.

You closed the door behind you after Matt stumbled in, took his glasses off and put them in his jacket pocket then put his cane on the wall. “Thank you for taking me in tonight, you’re a really good person,” Matt said, pulling you in for a hug.

“God, Murdock, you wreak of tequila,” you pulled away from his strong hug. “I’m gonna bitch Foggy out tomorrow for getting you this drunk on a work night. Why don’t you try to take a shower, I still have an old boyfriend’s sweats in my drawer. They should fit you,” you heard Matt huff as you went to your bedroom to grab the sweats and one of his shirts you stole from him and never gave back.

You knocked on the bathroom door and shouted that you left the shirt and sweats outside the door when he’s done. You went to the kitchen to grab aspirin and make him a Liquid IV mocktail. You really didn’t care if he was going hate the taste of it, it’s nearly 2:30 AM and you want him to go to sleep on your couch quickly. You heard the shower shut off and the door open and close again assuming Matt grabbed the clothing you provided him.

“Your body wash smells girly,” Matt commented as he made his way over to the couch to sit next to you.

“It’s almost like I am a girl… here drink this, take these. You know how I get with people puking and I don’t need any of that tomorrow morning and I know how pissy you get when you have a headache,” you handed Matt the glass and put the pills in his hand.

Matt put the pills in his mouth and swallowed them with the electrolyte mixture you gave him only to have him twist his face in disgust. “What is this? This isn’t water!” Matt protested holding the glass out to you signaling he didn’t want anymore.

“It’s liquid IV, it’s electrolytes. Supposed to hydrate you faster, a coworker suggested them for me when I had the stomach bug. Drink it,” You sternly said. You swore taking care of drunk Matt was like taking care of a stubborn toddler that didn’t want to eat their vegetables. He rolled his eyes and took another gulp out of the glass.

“You know, you should come out with the firm. Instead of being a stick in the mud,” Matt suggested, leaning into you. You huffed out in annoyance.

“Sorry I like my 8 hours of sleep and I’m not my own boss, sue me!” You threw your hands up in protest, “which my sleep is being rudely interrupted by the way.”

Matt leaned in a little closer to you, “your voice goes higher when you get mad at me.” You felt his body get close to you in a way that didn’t feel platonic. “And you breathe faster.”

“Most people breathe faster when they’re inconvenienced, Matt,” you tried to steady your breathing, trying not to sound flustered.

You and Matt knew each other on such a deep level that no one else got you like him and vise versa. Matt trusted you with his secrets and you trust him with yours. You were his first friend in the church. Learning about his dad’s death, being the first one to know he got into his top law school and staying up with him to help him study for the Bar Exam. You’ve been through everything together.

You’d be moronic to think that Matt wasn’t attractive. This man pulls any woman that he wants and you have to be the one to hear about the women he brings home. Whether that be positive or negative. You never thought about your friendship with him other than strictly platonic. Other than that one time you were dared to kiss him when you were 9 on the playground but you both always said that never counted as a real kiss because it was just a peck anyway. But to you, it was your first kiss. You loved telling the other girls at school that you kissed sweet Matt Murdock under the slide at recess.

Seeing Matt date these other girls but never give you the chance seemed like you two were just platonic. Nothing more. Plus you’re not his type, you’ve seen the women he has dated. Supermodel type. Not you. So you buried that feeling deep, deep down and hoped one day it would never be dug up again.

“You know I can hear your heart,” Matt said your name in a husky tone. “And it’s beating awfully loud…” Matt’s face was dangerously close to yours. Mere inches away from one another.

“You know— you know I don’t like when you listen to my heartbeat without my consent, Matthew.”

“And I like it when you call me Matthew. I like the sound of your voice. Have I ever told you that?” Matt’s eyebrows rose up as he drunkingly smirked at you.

“Matt, you’re drunk. I’m going to bed,” you stood up from the couch to make your way to your room.

“I’m in love with you.”

Those words made you stop dead in your tracks. “You—huh?” You whipped around looking at him in disbelief.

“I am. In love with you,” Matt looked up upon you. “Have been for the past few years now. I just never knew how to tell you. And—and I went out with Foggy tonight and ended up drinking way more than I remember. He was the first one to know. He finally pushed me tonight to say something to you. That’s why I’m here. I didn’t want to tell you. I never wanted to ruin our friendship. You’re so special to me, I—I didn’t want to fuck this up.” Matt’s voice slowly started to gain sobriety the more he spoke.

“Matty– I…” you trailed off. Matt Murdock is in love with you. You never thought you’d hear the words you buried come from his mouth.

Before you could finish, Matt cut you off, “I understand if you don’t feel the same. But you have to tell me now so I can get over it. Get over you.”

“No I.. I just—I need to process this information. When did you start feeling this way?” You sat down in the arm chair across from your couch.

“Maybe a few years ago. I always thought you were one of the best people I know. But those platonic thoughts… eventually turned… romantic. Specifically when you came to me with nowhere to go when your ex boyfriend kicked you out after he found out that you were still friends with me and Foggy. God, I hated hearing about him. You deserved better. I learned that night, holding you, while you cried, that I loved you more than a friend. But then came more flings, then I realized you probably didn’t feel the same way. So those feelings were shoved down. Until now,” Matt’s head hung low, looking like he regretted everything that was spewed out of his mouth. Word vomit is better than actual vomit. Although, you felt like you were actually going to vomit.

You stared at him, your heart felt like it was going to come up out of your throat. You knew you felt the same way. But god forbid you dated, and broke up, you didn’t want to lose him. You cherished him so much. The dead air hung there waiting to be brought back to life.

“Please say something,” Matt begged you.

“Matt, I’ve felt this way about you for years. But being me, I never wanted to say anything because I feared losing you,” your voice cracked as your continued, “I feared dating you and potentially breaking up and never having you in my life again.”

You knew Matt could hear your heartbeat out your chest. Your mind was going a million miles a minute processing this. The wave of relief hit Matt like a tsunami. He looked up with his eyes glossy with tears. You got up, made your way to the couch and sat down next to him.

“I don’t want to jump into a relationship with you right away though. I want to be really cautious. I want to kiss you in the worst way but—“

“So do it,” Matt interrupted you.

“If you’d let me finish—“

“I will be doing plenty of that,” Matt smirked at you.

“Shut up and listen to me! I want to kiss you, but I want to take this really slow, Matty. My last long term relationship, as you know, tore me apart. And I’m still healing from that. Doesn’t mean I’m not over him, because I am. But I’m so scared of being kicked out of the blue,” you said looking into his eyes. Your heart was steady and loud. Which meant you were being really serious. You didn’t want to dive in head first and say to the world you were boyfriend & girlfriend.

“Okay. We can do that. Whatever it takes to do this right, sweetie. That being said, can I take you on a date? There’s a wine bar that just opened we can go to. I know how much you love your wine,” Matt teased you about your love for wine.

“Yes you can take me on a date, Matty. I’d love to. Saturday?” You smiled at him. Your first date with Matt Murdock. You’ve only dreamed about him taking you out on a date. “I feel like a teenager right now. My first date with you!” You said all giddy.

Matt laughed at you, “Saturday. It’s a date. it’s cute when you get all flustered. Don’t think I haven’t noticed that over the last few years.”

“What the fuck? I thought I was hiding that so well!” You exclaimed.

“You have to remember,” Matt leaned, inches away from your face, “I can hear everything.”

“Fuck, you’re making it so hard not to kiss you. Not until after the first date though,” you tapped his nose with your finger teasingly.

“Already breaking my heart,” Matt pouted and put his hand over his heart dramatically. You laughed at him. Everything started to look like it was in technicolor. It started making sense. All those years ago, Matt touching your arm lingering his fingers. Him always complimenting you in such poetic ways. None of it was accidental. He wanted you in the same ways all along. You were too oblivious to notice his actions. You couldn’t wait until Saturday to have your first date with Matthew Murdock.

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tags: @yarrystyleeza

I feel like this fic can potentially have a set up for a part to for our reader and Matt on their first date? 👀

All credit to the original gif owner!

[sunflowersandsapphires]

hello my darling love i would like to purchase a peony!

Matt and Foggy trying to cook dinner in college once they finally get a room with access to a kitchen 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

i just think they’d both be hilariously clueless

Flinching at the sound of thick metal slabs clanging together, you dug your nails into clammy palms. “Are you sure you don’t need any help in there?”

”NO!“ ”All good, bug!“ Were the two responses that flew from the warm light of the kitchen, the men yelling them still concealed by the thin wall separating you.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you willed your anxiety to quiet, running through the quickest route out of the building in case a fire broke out. Which seemed far too likely at this point.

You couldn't blame the boys for their excitement, living a whole year without a kitchen must've been torture. But you didn't quite trust the pair of them with knives. Or open flames.

Unfortunately for your anxiety, they'd insisted on cooking you dinner when you got back to town. It was sweet and so adorably them that you agreed to the idea, only regretting it when their smoke alarm was set off. For the third time.

Abandoning the code of manners you'd been bound by, you darted into the kitchen, fanning a hand in front of your face to waft the pale smoke away from your nose. Blinking through the sudden irritatant assaulting your vision, you made out the shadowy outlines of your two best friends, the shorter of the pair straining to reach the ceiling to reset the smoke detector. Poor Matt had his hands mashed over his ears, hunching further and further in on himself as the white disc shrieked from above.

Jogging past Foggy, you placed a hand on Matt's shoulder, leading him out of the room when he toppled into you with a whine. Once you'd half-walked, half-carried Matt over to their second-hand couch, the beeping ceased. Both of you sighed heavily, tilting farther into each other's space with relief.

”Ow,“ Matt chuckled weakly, nudging your pulse point with his nose.

Humming sympathetically, you brushed his fringe from his forehead. ”You should take some aspirin before you get a migraine.“

”I would, but all my stuff is still in boxes.“ He murmured with a shudder.

”Well,” Foggy entered the room, looking like a weary housewife with a scorched tea towel hanging over his shoulder and a fraying apron tied around his waist. “Chicken's toast. No coming back from that. Ideas?”

“Pizza?” Matt suggested, his voice still hushed, as if he were still hearing the beeping and his vocal chords hadn't adjusted.

“I could eat pizza.” You agreed, stomach grumbling its assent. Looking to Foggy, you beamed at him when he gave a firm nod.

“Great plan kids. Hang tight.” Whipping out his phone, he paced toward an armchair while dialing.

“Probably for the best,” Matt remarked with a smirk. “There was no way you were making it out tonight without food poisoning if we cooked for you.”

With a shrug, you elbowed him gently. “Cut yourself some slack, trouble. You have plenty of time to practice.”

[sesamestreep]

13 (Drunken/drugged/sleepy confessions) for Matt/Foggy

(from this list of prompts)

Matt wakes up with a violent start, feeling hazy and slow and just wrong somehow. He knows instantly that he’s not in his apartment, because the bed feels different—it smells different, clean in a dull, itchy, cloying way that he doesn’t associate with his usual detergent—and there’s a bunch of sounds that he can’t identify, but they’re not the city sounds he’s accustomed to or the shuffling, mundane sounds of his neighbors going about their lives. There’s people about, certainly, but a lot of them, he thinks, and they sound urgent, even though when they speak, it’s at a whisper and when they move, it’s never at a run. But if he tries to sense much more than that, he just…can’t. It’s like there’s a wall inside his brain and it’s made out of cotton balls. It’s almost nice.

“Did you just say ‘balls…nice…’ to yourself?” Foggy asks, groggily, from his left. Matt realizes belatedly that the heartbeat he’d heard up close was Foggy’s and he’s just so used to it that his mind unconsciously filtered it out as background noise. God help him if Foggy ever goes rogue and tries to smother him (or just comes to his senses and tries it finally), he’ll have an exceptionally easy time getting past Matt’s defenses.

“Cotton balls,” Matt replies, even though that doesn’t really explain anything. Trying to string words together is exceptionally hard at the moment; it’s like the right ones are floating above his head but reaching for them only knocks them further out of his grasp.

Foggy yawns. “Oh, sure,” he says. “You’re in the hospital, by the way. And on massive amounts of painkillers, in case that wasn’t immediately obvious already.”

That explained a lot, including why the world felt so small to him suddenly. Any medication stronger than aspirin dulled the edges of the world for him significantly. His senses just didn’t reach as far and his reflexes were much slower. This is why he avoided painkillers normally. He didn’t enjoy this feeling.

“What happened?” he asked, trying to sit up. His body doesn’t feel terribly sore—thanks to the medication, probably—but it does feel stiff and misused. He’s got a bandage on his forehead and a few on his torso that he can feel and when he shifts—yep, that pulling sensation is stitches. Great.

“I don’t know,” Foggy answers, sharply. “I was really hoping you might be able to shed some light on the matter for me, considering you were there.”

“There was a…trade being made. Down at the docks, a warehouse by the river,” Matt explains, even as the details seem hesitant to rise to the surface. “It was that weapons dealer I’ve been following. Maya tipped me off—Oh, God! Maya!”

“Maya’s fine,” Foggy interrupts. “She’s the one who brought you to me.”

“What? Did she say—?”

“My ASL is trash, Matthew, I don’t know! She texted me from your phone, I came and got you, she disappeared into the night. And looked much cooler doing it than you ever did, can I just say?”

“Is this your way of telling me to get a motorcycle?” Matt quips, holding his ribs.

“God, just what I need!” Foggy grumbles. Even with his dulled senses, Matt can hear the crunch of the bones in Foggy’s neck when he attempts to stretch and wonders how long Foggy’s been sitting there waiting for him to wake up. He feels suddenly very sorry, on top of everything else he’s currently feeling.

“What time is it?” Matt asks, sheepishly.

“Just past four. In the morning, that is.”

It’s not as bad as Matt was expecting, but it’s still not great. “You should go home, Foggy.”

Foggy snorts sarcastically. “Yeah, sure, that’s what I’ll do, buddy. You read my mind.”

“Well, what exactly is the point of you sitting here and watching me sleep? You’ve got—We’ve got clients coming in to—today and you haven’t slept at all, I imagine, and—”

“Karen will handle things at the office,” Foggy cuts in, “and the point of watching you sleep is watching you sleep.”

“That doesn’t…make any sense.”

Foggy doesn’t immediately try to explain himself. Instead, he sits in silence for a long moment, before he laughs. “Do you know, if I had to pick a superpower—any superpower in the world—I’d want to be able to put people to sleep. Instantly.”

“That’s pretty specific,” Matt says, carefully. “And a little silly.”

“Not really,” Foggy says. “I’d knock you out cold every single night. Hell, I’d put you down for afternoon naps here and there too, just to make up for the years you��ve neglected your sleep cycle. And then you wouldn’t be able to go out fighting bad guys every night and cracking your ribs and bruising that pretty face of yours. And I wouldn’t have to worry anymore.”

“But I wouldn’t help anyone anymore, either.”

“Is that how you see it?” Foggy asks, pained. “Is what you do all day with me and Karen that meaningless to you? You think we don’t help anybody?”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“I think I’d do the world twice as much good knocking you out every night as you’ve ever done as Daredevil,” Foggy spits, as his heart hammers away in his chest.

Matt winces, feeling his shoulders tighten and his blood rush in his ears. It doesn’t matter. He wouldn’t hurt Foggy, not for the world. Not physically that is. And he’s not exactly in the right shape to even try it right now, anyway. Still, he doesn’t like that anyone in the world has the cheat codes to make him this angry this quickly. It’s too dangerous.

“Foggy,” he says, breathing through his nose to calm himself down, “I’m the one on drugs right now. I’m the one who’s supposed to be saying shit I can’t take back. Not you.”

“Sorry, Matt, but you wouldn’t even be here, getting proper medical attention, if you had it your way. If you hadn’t been fucking unconscious, you’d have dragged yourself home and treated your fractured ribs and busted skull with baby aspirin! So don’t talk to me about—!”

“Hey, how are we doing in here?” a soothing voice cuts in. A nurse, Matt imagines, based on the unfazed energy and the sound her shoes make on the ground as she crosses to his bed. Foggy’s voice must have started to carry. “Good to see you awake, Mr. Murdock.”

“Thank you,” he replies, mostly to cover Foggy’s scoff.

The nurse proceeds to ask him a bunch of questions about his pain level (which he lies about as naturally as breathing), his symptoms (looking for a concussion that Matt can tell from experience he doesn’t have), and whether there’s anything he needs (to leave right now, but he knows he hasn’t engendered enough goodwill to broach that topic yet). She then looks at his chart and fiddles with his I.V. before urging him to sleep again if he can, which Matt suspects won’t be up to him at all if she, as he imagines, increased his drip.

“Can I speak to you in the hallway for a moment?” she asks, sweetly but with a hidden edge. Matt’s baffled by this for a second before he realizes she’s speaking to Foggy and not him.

Foggy clearly hesitates over whether to indulge her, given what he knows of Matt’s hearing, but clears his throat and eventually responds, “Of course.”

The hallways offers them no privacy from Matt, but it clearly affords the nurse some confidence, because she says, the moment they step out, in an urgent tone: “You know, I should kick you out of here for all that!”

Foggy sighs. “I’m sorry. I know. You made an exception…”

“And I’m regretting it now,” the nurse mutters. “That’s how you talk to your partner after he’s been mugged?!”

“He—this happens a lot more than you’d think…”

“I don’t care if it happens every night! He could have died!”

“I know,” Foggy replies, solemnly, and his tone clearly catches the nurse as unaware as it catches Matt.

“Is there something going on?” she asks, sincerely concerned now. “Are you…hurting him somehow? Do you need help for…something? Anything?”

“No. Nothing like that, I promise. But thank you.”

“Is he hurting himself?” the nurse asks, after a long pause. “Because we can find help for that too.”

“Not…exactly,” Foggy says, and Matt can hear him shifting uncomfortably, crossing his arms. “He’s just not as careful as he should be. I’m sorry. I wish I could tell you more and put your mind at ease, really, but I can’t.”

The nurse pauses, clearly making sure the coast is clear, because her voice is lower and more conspiratorial when she speaks again. It’s also shaking, for that matter. “Are you in danger?”

Foggy laughs, and then evidently regrets it. “Maybe, but I’ve got…a guardian angel of sorts.”

“Is that supposed to mean something?”

“Not to you, no,” Foggy says, and Matt feels himself flush. “I appreciate the concern, but if you make Matt rest for a few more hours and resist his charms when he asks to be allowed to leave, you’ll be helping me more than you can ever imagine.”

“Okay, then. We can make a deal there,” she replies. “You know, I usually have a good sense when it comes to people and I was going to be really mad if I misread you when you came in.”

“How did you read me?”

“Really good boyfriend,” she says, and Matt doesn’t detect the slightest hint of flirtation in her voice, which…doesn’t make any sense, given her words.

“Thank you,” Foggy replies, sincerely. “I’ll keep it down, I promise. I’m sorry for the outburst.”

“You’re worried. It happens.”

“Thanks.”

They part ways, then, with the nurse going off down the hallway and Foggy turning back to linger in the doorway. Matt flops his head back onto the pillows and waits. Foggy comes back in after a moment’s hesitation.

“What was that about?”

“Your dumb ass got me in trouble with the teacher.”

“Typical me,” Matt says, with a weak smile. “Always leading you away from the bright future you deserve.”

Foggy comes to stand by the bed, his fingers tracing anxiously over the starchy hospital sheets. “Matt…”

“You were such a nice boy before I came along.”

“I’m still a nice boy,” Foggy says, sadly.

Matt takes his hand because it’s slid close enough to capture and he can blame the drugs for it later if he needs to. Foggy squeezes his hand in reassurance before Matt can think twice about it. “I’m sorry.”

“I know you are.”

“But…?”

“What does being sorry mean if nothing ever changes?”

“The law was never going to touch the guys I went after tonight, Foggy. You know that as well as I do.”

Foggy sighs. “Yeah, I know.”

“There’s got to be some recourse for where the law leaves off, I’m just—”

“How are you having this argument with me when you’re on a truckload of painkillers? I saw the nurse give you more…”

“Years of practice,” Matt says, even though it is getting difficult to keep his eyes open. “You and that nurse are in cahoots against me.”

“I need all the help I can get,” Foggy replies, and Matt feels the mattress dip beneath him as Foggy sits down on the edge of it. “She wasn’t supposed to let me stay. No overnight visitation, normally.”

“But she let you anyway, because she thinks you’re cute…”

“What? No, I don’t think—”

“She called you a good boyfriend just now.”

Foggy laughs so hard and so suddenly that it makes him cough. “She meant I’m a good boyfriend to you, Matt,” he says, when he’s caught his breath. “You fucking moron.”

“Why would she think you’re my boyfriend?”

“Emergency contact. Different connotations of the word ‘partner,’ which I have shamelessly exploited before and I have no doubt I will again. The look of blatant horror on my face when I brought you in. Take your pick.”

“Huh.”

“If that bothers you,” Foggy begins hesitantly, like he’s about to apologize, “too fucking bad.”

Matt smiles, but doesn’t open his eyes. “Don’t make me laugh. I did something to my ribs, I think.”

“You think?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re lucky you’re pretty, Murdock.”

“Yeah, I assume that’s the only reason you’ve stuck around this long.”

Matt doesn’t hear what Foggy says to that, but whatever it is, he drifts off to sleep to the sound of his familiar voice, still holding onto his familiar hand.

[remember-digimon]

Let's talk about Tai!

First of all, Tai does in fact show signs of terminal Shonen Protagonist, however with the depth of his character we can assume it is in remission. Good for him.

Tai is reckless and often rushes into things without thinking. To him, there is the goal and there are things in the way of his goal, so naturally he just has to bulldoze the obstacles and he's good. This is probably how he ended up as the leader of the group, aside from him being shown as a sort-of-main-character; while other characters are important, Tai is the driving force. He is action.

(Remember that time he tried to beat up a Bakemon?? This kid has zero chill when he's on a mission I swear)

If Izzy were in charge, they would get sidetracked by the details. If Matt were in charge, they'd likely never get very far because he has to consider the feelings of the entire group. If Sora were in charge, she would be too concerned with protecting everyone.

While Tai is basically the rocket fuel of their group, this also leads him to charging forward when other parts of the metaphorical machine aren't ready. This is why the dynamic of the whole group works so well; Tai may be hyperfocused on the end game but the others make up for the skills he lacks.

In addition to being the driving force, Tai is really good at delegating. He gives the task of figuring out the gate in Myotismon's castle to Izzy, who is objectively the best one for the job. During Our War Game, he's giving orders like a general during the fight, showing his aptitude for strategy.

Other leaders in Digimon seem to be given that title simply because they're the ones wearing the goggles, but in my opinion none of them really live up to the standard set by Tai. He may not have a deep understanding of Digimon and their world, but he has Izzy for that. He might sometimes lose himself in the end goal and forget to be empathetic to his friends, but he has Matt for that. He might be bullheaded and stubborn, but he has Mimi to be blunt and tell him what he needs to hear.

His real weakness lies in Kari; when she passes out in the desert, Tai basically falls to pieces and Izzy has to take over. When Izzy accidentally broadcasts their location, Tai flies off the handle, unprovoked, in a way that's pretty out of character for him any other time. He's haunted by the incident where Kari collapsed at the playground when they were younger, and he blames himself completely for what happened.

It's interesting to compare Tai and Matt as older brothers. Tai is very loving to Kari, and very protective, likely (at least in part) because of what happened at the playground. Matt is just as overprotective of TK, maybe even more, since he's basically rooted his entire purpose in protecting TK. Tai values Kari as a member of the team, but is still highly aware of the danger she's in. This is similar to how Matt views TK, being glad to be spending this much time with him but losing himself a little in worrying about him.

Unlike Matt, though, Tai is never really given the chance to fully confront his fear of something happening to Kari. He finds aspirin for her, but Machinedramon attacks and separates them. She's recovered by then anyway, but that's beside the point. It would've been nice to see him come to terms with his feeling of failure to protect her at all costs, but there were huge monsters to fight so I see why they skipped it.

Overall, Tai is a wonderful protag. He's courageous and instills his teammates with the energy to keep moving forward, he always has his eye on the prize, and he knows when to step aside and let someone else handle a problem he might not be well equipped for. Other shonen protags, like Ash from Pokemon for instance, can solve their problems by believing in their friends and that's it. Tai solves problems through strategy, delegating, and most of all, teamwork.

[runningincircl3s]

Nothing Ever After

Noah Sebastian x Reader x Vinny Mauro

Chapter Thirteen

chapter warnings: tiny smut warning? it's nothing too graphic at all!

i guess this is a filler chapter? it's just chaotic and fun! happy monday bffs :)

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“No, I’m totally convinced y/n and Vin are gonna get together after this tour- if they haven't already- I mean, have you seen the way she looks at him?” Justin said, taking a sip of his water. The guys were getting ready to set  up at the next venue, most of them gathered in a group in the parking lot. “And catching them the other day just proves my point.”

“Wait, what?” Noah questioned, trying to conceal the way his blood was beginning to boil at the thought of you and Vinny. He had noticed how the two of you had suddenly grown closer, but surely Justin had got it all wrong. You and Vinny were just friends, right?

“I went to get changed after the show yesterday and there they were in the dressing room, all over each other.” 

“What do you mean?” Folio laughed nervously, noticing the change in Noah's expression.

“I mean he had her pinned against the wall.” Justin chuckled, “I’m totally here for it, I think they’re cute together.” 

“Yeah, a perfect couple.” Noah mumbles, crossing his arms. “Hey, where are they?” 

“Vin’s taking a nap.” Ricky says defensively, “Why?”

“I just need to ask him about uh… Something... real quick.” Noah says as he marches towards the bus. 

The bus was silent, which wasn’t exactly calming his nerves. However, as he approached the bunks, he realised Ricky was right. There he was, asleep, with you nowhere to be seen. 

“See, I told you he was asleep.” Ricky says, looking up as he watches Noah dart from one bus to the other. 

“Y/n?” He calls out, and you turn your head away from your laptop. 

“Hey, what’s up?” 

You watch as Noah messes with the buttons at the front of the bus. 

“How the hell do you lock this thing- Oh!” He presses a button and the doors make a clicking sound, and you assume he found the lock button. 

“Noah, what’s going on?” You ask, setting your laptop down as you get up, feeling slightly worried. 

“Tell me you’re mine.” 

“Excuse me?” You ask, slightly taken back. 

His large hand comes to cup your face, his eyes darkening as they meet yours. 

“Tell me. You’re mine.”

“Noah…” 

His eyes were darker than you’ve ever seen them and the grip he had on your face was tightening, you had to bite your lip to suppress the whimper that wanted to slip from your mouth. You swallowed hard, feeling your breath becoming heavier and a dull ache between your thighs. 

“I won’t ask again.” He warned, pushing you against the wall, his leg slipping between yours. 

“I’m yours, Noah.” You tell him, looking up at him through your lashes as he squishes your face in his hand, a proud yet devilish smile on his face.

“Good girl,” he whispered, finally leaning down to capture your lips with his, “You’re all mine.” 

“Yours,” you whimper between kisses, your hand sliding down his body as you begin to palm his cock over his joggers. 

Outside, the guys are still talking as Vinny gets off the bus, wearing a pair of sunglasses he received from a fan at one of the shows. As he joins the others, they all look between each other, waiting for somebody to speak first. 

“You okay, Vin?” Ricky chuckles, watching as Vinny shakes his head. 

“No my fucking head hurts, and it’s so bright out here. I thought by having a nap my headache would go away but it feels even worse.” He groans. 

“Want some aspirin?” Matt asks, “I’ve got some on the bus.”

“Can I?” He asks, pulling his hood over his head. “I’d appreciate that.”

Matt nods, walking over to the bus, attempting to open the door but failing. 

“Shit, it must have locked itself again, Noah’s got the keys.” He groaned, knocking on the door, “Can someone unlock the door please?” He shouted. 

Noah suddenly pulled away. He had you against the wall of the bus, your legs wrapped around his waist as he pounded into you. You were tugging on his hair as he attacked your neck with his mouth, but the banging on the door made the both of you jump, quickly rushing to throw your hoodie and shorts back on, and Noah pulled his boxers and joggers back up, trying to catch his breath as he fixed his hair, rushing over to the door. 

“One second!” He shouted, trying to find the button to unlock the bus. “Which one is it?” He was trying to buy you time as you rushed back to your bunk, grabbing your laptop on the way. “Wait, I got it!” 

As Noah pressed the button, the door opened and Matt sighed, walking up the steps and on to the bus. 

“I told our driver the doors fucked, I got locked out the other day when I come back to- Hey, are you okay?”

“Yeah… why?” Noah questioned. 

“You look a little flustered,” he began to smile, “Is y/n here?”

“Yeah, she’s working in her bunk, why?”

“Why all the questions, Noah?” He teased, walking over to where his bag was, digging through it to find the aspirin for Vin. “Next time you want to fuck on the bus, don’t leave your panties on the floor.” He says, looking between you and Noah. 

“What? We weren’t-” 

“It’s okay! I won’t tell the others, but you could’ve waited until tomorrow when we’ve got our own rooms, for the love of god!”

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You have officially been on tour for a month now, and it has been the best time of your life. You had met so many new people and had opportunities you never would have expected before. You were invited to do an interview backstage at a festival that the guys were playing at for a couple days, answering questions about how you got the role of touring photographer. You didn’t want to tell them it was because you were friends with Bryan, so you explained how you did a photography club in school, and how it had led you here. 

Matt warned you that if the questions started to get too personal then to not answer them, and there was one particular question that pissed you off. 

“So, some Bad Omens fans have taken to social media and have speculated that you’re dating Noah Sebastian. Can you tell us anything about that?”

You let out a laugh at how ridiculous that was. 

“No. There’s nothing to tell, my private life is exactly that- private. Whether we were dating or not is nobody’s business, but to the twelve year olds and stalkers out there, no. I’m not dating your parasocial boyfriend.”

“Well that told them!” The interviewer chuckled nervously, “and Bad Omens are touring with Motionless in White right now, can you tell us any backstage secrets or gossip you might have heard from either bands?”

“Vinny Mauro loves mayo!” You smiled mischievously, “Any fans that see him about on the streets, meet him in VIP, or even send gifts to him, give him mayo! He’ll be so thankful! And also, Jolly snores!” 

“Well, we would’ve never known that if it weren’t for you! Thank you, y/n! We hope to see you here again next year!” 

“Thank you for having me.” You smiled and the interview finished. 

“Why the fuck would you say that?” You heard someone groan as you began to leave, and you turned to see Vin standing by watching. . 

“How long have you been there?” 

“Since Bryan told me you had an interview.” He smiled, “Why the hell did you tell them I like mayo?”

“Because you don’t.” You smirked. 

“It’s all I’m ever gonna get sent now, just you wait, y/n y/l/n, I will get my revenge!” 

“Yeah, I’d like to see you try.” You stuck your tongue out as you walked past him, before turning back to look at him, “How long until you’re on.” 

“Oh it’s hours away, why?”

“Because in 15 minutes Rain City Drive are playing their set and I don’t want to go by myself.” 

“You don’t want to go by yourself?” He laughed, before giving in, “Fine, I'll come with you. What stage are they playing?”

You dragged Vinny with you to watch Rain City Drive play their new album, and although he told you he’s not heard any of these songs before, you were happy to see he seemed to like them. 

“What’s this one?” He asked as you were dancing along to one song in particular.

“Medicate me!” You told him, taking his hands as you continue to bounce around, “What do you think?”

“I like this one.” He smiled.

"I thought you would... I'm going to go back to my room tonight and make you a playlist of songs I think you'd like." You smiled

"I'd like that," he said, "I'll make one for you too... Hey, do you wanna see Loathe with me after this? They're playing on a different stage so I think we could just about make it before I have to get ready to go on."

"Sure!"

I know you're leaving and I tell myself I'm over your love

Hard to believe it when I taste you on the tip of my tongue

You continued to sing along, dancing beside Vinny who just looked happy to be here.

“Oh my God... It can't be... Vinny?!” You hear someone shout from behind you, and a little group of fans all spoke with him and asked Vin for a picture. 

“Are you the new photographer for Bad Omens, y/n?” One of the people asked you. 

“Yeah, I wouldn’t say I’m their photographer because that’ll always be Bryan, but I’ve been touring with them.”

“The picture you posted of Noah and Ricky together has been my lock screen for like two weeks now, look! I have your notifications on so I know when you post and I always get so excited!” They told you, warming your heart as they showed you their wallpaper on their phone.

“Well Motionless in White’s photographer couldn’t be here today so I’ll be filling in for him, so you can expect some more pictures in a couple days.”

“Oh my god! Please get some more of Ricky!” They begged. 

“I’ll try my best,” you chuckled, “Are you gonna be there for their set?” 

“Of course! Why would I miss it?” They grinned, and their friends started to walk off. “It was great to meet you!” 

“You too!” You smiled, waving as they walked off. “Wow,” you said to Vinny, “that’s the first time someone’s ever come up to me.” 

“You better get used to it.” He laughed. 

As their singer Matt thanked everybody for showing love on their new album they announced they were going to sing one last song, and as much as you would've loved to stay for it, Vinny wanted to go and see Loathe on another stage so you watched him put his sunglasses back on before taking your hand and finding the way to the other stage.

You told yourself he was only holding your hand so you didn't lose each other in the sea of people, but you couldn't help but feel warm inside at the feeling of his skin on yours.

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For the first time in weeks, you were back on stage with Motionless in White, taking pictures of each member, the stage as a whole, and some of the crowd. You had been Bad Omens' photographer last night so that Bryan could watch one of his favourite bands perform, and when Chris asked if you could fill in for their photographer tonight you didn't hesitate to say yes. You were always in awe of these guys when they were on stage, but there was something different about their energy this time, even after a month on the road they were still giving it their all. 

You kept finding yourself watching Vinny in particular, he was in his own world behind his drum kit, and it took your breath away. You caught yourself staring, and took your camera over with you to get a shot of him from the side, and as you look back at the pictures, you realise there was a slight smirk on his face. 

“You guys were awesome!” You cheer as they walk backstage to where you had been briefly waiting as they threw out guitar picks, setlists, drumsticks, and anything else they could think of. 

“I can’t believe I fell again.” Rick sighed, picking up a bottle of water. 

“You did?” You laugh, you must have completely missed it, clearly your attention was elsewhere throughout the show. 

“You didn’t see?” Ryan laughed, “He was there one minute then he was gone! I thought he’d gone off stage until I watched him get back up.” 

“Well it’s totally fucked my back.” Ricky groaned. 

“Someone get the old man some ice!” Chris joked, earning a glare off Rick. 

You waited as the guys all got changed, and you walked with Ricky and Vinny back to the bus. 

“Update,” Vinny pointed at the camera, “We just got done playing to like… three hundred million people, it was fucking awesome!” He claps, thinking of something else to say, “Y/n took some hot pictures of me, Rick fell off the stage-”

“I didn’t fall off the stage,” Ricky interrupted, turning the camera to his face, “I misjudged where the platform was.”

“Rick fell off the stage.” Vinny repeated, “And now we’re about to go play some Mario kart.”

“Y/n do you have anything to add?” Rick pointed the camera at you. 

“Motionless in White rock,” you said proudly, “It was great to…” You trailed off as your phone vibrated, and you saw it was a text from Noah, who should've currently been on stage with Poppy. 

“Just got off stage. Where are you?”

“I need you so fucking bad”

You froze, forgetting about the camera pointed at you. 

During the weeks you’d been touring, you and Noah had managed to keep your ‘relationship’ private, meaning only Angela, Vin, Folio and Matt knew what you were up to. You’d use each other for stress relief more than anything, or when Bad Omens would finish a show the two of you would go missing for twenty minutes because the adrenaline that was pumping through Noah’s veins would quickly switch to horniness- to put it bluntly- and he needed a release.

However, you’d be lying if you said Noah was the only thing on your mind as he’d have you pushed up against the wall, or on a table, pounding into you from behind. Your mind would often bring you back to how Vinny was when you were together that night, and how you longed to have him again, but he made it clear the two of you were strictly just friends, or so you assumed. You didn't mind this, you loved Vinny and were happy that you and him could still get along so well after everything. But there was still a part of you that wished the circumstances were different, especially when you'd get jealous seeing him flirting with other women, or how you'd hold back tears when he'd bring someone back to his hotel room or when you'd be on the bus and look over at him and just wished you could kiss him.

You weren't going to reply to Noah, you’d told the other guys you’d go back with them and play Mario kart, but you could still feel an ache between your thighs that had been there since you watched Vinny during slaughterhouse. Your knees weakened every time it got to a certain part in that song, but something was different about today.

“I’ll be 10 minutes.” You replied to Noah, and suddenly brought your hand up to your head. 

“Fuck, I think I’m getting a headache, I think I need to lay down, I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” You say, quickly turning around and heading towards the Bad Omens trailer. 

Ricky and Vinny look at each other as you walk away. 

“That’s weird.” Rick points out, “She got a text and suddenly she's just... left?” 

“Maybe she got some bad news,” Vin suggests, “I’ll check up on her later.”

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Wobbly on your legs, Noah handed you your clothes to get dressed as he fixed his hair in the mirror. Your time together was cut short as Noah got a call reminding him he had somewhere to be, he told you he thought he had more time but clearly he got it wrong.

"I just wish we could spend more time together." You frowned, pulling your shorts back up.

"What do you mean?" He asked, leaning against the desk in the band's trailer.

"I mean it feels like I only see you when you want something from me," you sighed, "It'd be nice to spend a day together when we're off, but you're never around. It's not that I don't like hanging out with the others, but it'd be nice for you to be about more."

"I'm sorry." He looked away from you as he shook his head slightly, "There's just a lot going on at the moment, I don't get any time to myself either. How about the next time we have a day off we spend it together, yeah?"

"I'd like that." You smile, hearing your phone ring from the desk Noah was stood at.

"It's Vinny," he said, handing you your phone, "I'll let you let yourself out, I need to get to this interview."

"Okay, see you later?"

"Of course." He gave you one last smile before heading out the door, and you quickly answered your phone.

"Hello?" You asked, wondering what Vin could want.

"Hey, I just wanted to check up on you. You left quite suddenly earlier., is everything okay?" His concern made you smile to yourself, but then you felt bad knowing what you were actually getting up to behind his back.

"Yeah, I took some painkillers and I'm feeling better now."

"Good," he smiled on the other side of the phone, "D'ya still wanna come and hang with us? Ryan's been waiting for you to kick his ass like you said you would."

"There's no backing out!" You heard Ryan shout, making you chuckle as you slipped your shoes on.

"No, I'll be there in 10. You're on the bus, right?"

"Yeah, we are. I'll look out for you."

"Thanks." You smiled, ending the call.

The walk to the guys' bus wasn't too long, but your feet were aching from standing all day, and running around the stage. You reflected on the last two days as you made your way past other bands' buses and trailers, really appreciating the opportunity that had been handed to you.

You thought about the atmosphere when Bad Omens were getting ready to go on stage the night before, how hyped Folio was and how his energy was so contagious.

Then your mind brought you back to this afternoon, you and Vinny stood watching Loathe's set whilst they played is it really you. The way he was singing along, swaying to the music and the smile on his face as he shook his head in what appeared to be embarrassment when you complimented his singing.

"No," you grinned, "I really like your singing!"

"Shut up." He couldn't hide the smirk on his face as he looked up at the stage, avoiding any eye contact with you.

"I mean it! Maybe they should get your vocals on the next album."

"I hate you." He chuckled, and you couldn't help but smile at how beautiful he looked as he blushed at your compliment.

Before you knew it, you had reached Motionless' bus. You couldn't help but find it funny this afternoon when Vin complained about Bad Omens getting a trailer when they were stuck on their bus, but Ryan explained it was probably because they were headliners.

As you were welcomed on to the bus by Justin, you dumped your bag on the table and sat down next to him. Ryan, Ricky and Vinny were all too busy playing Mario kart to even acknowledge you, and you sighed, reaching for your phone in your pocket.

"Is everything okay?" Justin asked, noticing the pissed off look on your face.

"Yeah..." You sighed, you were still upset with Noah and how abruptly he left just now, but you couldn't tell the guys that. "I'm just tired and hungry."

"It's a good job we've got plenty of snacks then." Justin smiled, reaching for the plastic bag that was on the floor beside the couch, sliding over the table to you.

"Fuck you, I quit!" Rick sighed, dropping the controller to the table as the tv screen lit up saying Ryan won the round. "You guys have to be cheating."

"You wish," Vinny laughed, reaching for his water bottle, "Y/n?" He motioned to Rick's controller and you slowly nodded your head.

"I'm gonna beat your asses."

"And if you don't?" Vin smirked.

"You really doubt me?" You raised an eyebrow, "It's on, bitch."

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i’m still not over apocalypse fest or dj vinny in the slightest so expect that to come in later chapters because i simply can’t stop thinking about it…

@rumoured-whispers @collisionofyourkissmakesitsohard @lma1986 @thisbicc @dominuslunae @miss570 @miamore0570 @jilliemiw86 @itsyaboinoah

[y0urm4m]

Just for fun?

(Based off the song but with some diff stuff)

what will happen when a famous player and a clueless innocent girl meet?

Warnings:smut, p in v, hair pulling, creampie, swearing, consumption of alcohol.

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╰┈➤ ❝𝐌𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠.𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐈 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝. 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥, 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 '𝐞𝐦 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 '𝐞𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧, 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞.”

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Y/N pov:

I huffed staring at my outfit in the mirror. “Libs do I really have to wear this outfit?” I said turning to look at her. “Duh, you look hot,” She replied applying the last bit of lipstick on her lips and spinning to look at me. “Now hurry the Uber is almost here.” She squealed, I rolled my eyes slipping my shoes on, heading out the door.

Matt pov:

I looked over at the girl next to me. Asleep, perfect I slowly put my clothes on and walked towards her bedroom door. “Matty, where are you going?” She whined. “I told you this was a one time thing anyways I’ve got a party to be at.” I replied. Rolling my eyes at the nickname, I quickly left before she started whingeing for me to stay.

Y/N pov:

I finally made it to the party, as soon as I stepped out the car I got a massive whiff of alcohol. “Libs I honestly can’t believe you made me agree to come here.”I said looking at her, she just smiled grabbing my hand rushing inside. As we entered the house i began to feel nervous, I wasn’t much of a party person I was more of a stay at home watching a film or reading a book girl. Libby on the other hand.. I was usually the one holding her hair for her or getting her aspirin. All of a sudden my thought were interrupted by a drink being shoved in my hands. “That should calm your nerves.” Libby said smiling. How’d she know? I just sighed looking at the clear liquid in my cup. It’s only one night i should be fine. I quickly swallowed the drink cringing at the feeling of my throat burning. But before I could tell Libby how gross the drink was she was gone, I rushed away from my spot trying to find her before I bumped into someone. “Fuck, sorry I didn’t mean to bump into you.”I said looking up at the man. He was pretty cute. Brunette with blue eyes. “It’s alright sweetheart.” He replied. Sweetheart? The way he said it could replay in my head on repeat all day, then I came to the realisation that I was supposed to be looking for my friend. “Sorry, I need to get going I’m trying to find my friend.”I spoke walking away as fast as I could.

I grabbed a red solo cup of random alcohol before I eventually found her dancing. If I’m here I might as well take advantage of it and have some fun, I said to myself before joining Libby where everyone was dancing. “Hey libs!”I shouted so she could hear over the music. “There you are y/n, you finally decided to loosen up a bit?” She replied. “Yeah, I decided why not have some fun for once.” I smiled dancing with her, the whole time me and her was dancing I felt as if someone was staring at me. I looked to my left when I saw the person from earlier, he just smirked before walking over. “Hey.” He said. “Hi.”I said sheepishly. “Wanna dance?” He asked looking from me to Libby who hadn’t taken any notice in the interaction. “Why not!” I said.

We moved to a less crowded area, before he slithered his hands around my waist. My hips swayed side to side as the boy behind me signalled how to move. “Hey I never got your name, I’m y/n?” I spoke looking over my shoulder up at him. He removed a hand from round my waist moving my hair to the side. “My names Matt.” He whispered, he’s hand finding its way back to my waist. The way he whispered sent shivers down my spine And caused my stomach to flip. I turned to look at him as we continued to dance, the only thing I could think about was him whispering in my ear, the thought of it made me thighs slightly squeeze together which he seemed to take notice of. “What you thinking about?” He asked looking at me. I felt a rush of confidence run through my body. “Maybe we should take this to the bathroom?” I said looking up at him. He smiled leading me away from the crowded room.

Matt pov:

After finally making my way inside the house and saying hello to the influencers who invited me, I decided to go straight and get a drink but on my way to the drinks I bumped into someone, I’d never met her before but she was hot. That skimpy outfit what a tease. But then she spoke, she seemed so innocent, perfect. I decided to flirt with her a bit, it was going perfectly until the conversation got cut short so she could go find her friend. Usually I’d just go flirt with a different girl but something was telling me to follow her. I watched the way her ass swayed as she walked away before watching her speak to someone. I guess that was the friend she was talking about, I recognised her friend from the last party I was at she was super drunk and was flirting with everyone who crossed her path. But what happened next caught my attention the way the girl moved her hips it was mesmerising. I had to go over and that’s exactly what I did.

Y/N pov:

We eventually made our way to the bathroom. As soon as the door was closed Matt grabbed my face pulling me in our tongues becoming entwined together. His hands rubbing the sides of my waist, as my hand brushed through his hair. I pulled away for air but as soon as I pulled away he turned me around.

I was leant against the bathroom sink looking at matt’s reflection in the mirror as me caressed my ass cheeks before slapping my left ass cheek in which made me jolt forward and bite my lip to contain my moan. “Don’t do that, lemme hear your sounds” He said, giving my other ass cheek a slap but this time I moaned. Matt felt his pants tighten even more a the sounds coming from my mouth. He quickly pulled my skirt up my blue lacy thong now visible, Matt groaned at the sight. He then pushed my undies to the side, teasing my clit with his fingers— I whimpered at the cold new feeling. “Fuck Matt” I moaned out, as he slipped a finger inside of me pumping it in and out a few times before adding in another one.“Holy shit.”i whimpered. He then began curling his fingers. “You like that?”he asked smirking at me in the mirror. I nodded. “Words y/n..”he said speeding up. I felt my stomach tightening, “fuck.. yea-.. yeah I do Matt” I muttered, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as the band in my stomach felt like it was a bout to snap, but that feeling was gone when Matt quickly removed his fingers from inside me. “You’re not cumming unless it’s on my dick.”he spoke, undoing his belt taking it off as well as his jeans and boxers. My eyes widened at the sight of his dick, not super big but bigger than I’ve ever had. He pumped his dick a few times before entering me with no warning the stretch made me whimper. With one hand on my waist, he grabbed my hair making a pony tail pulling my head back as he thrusted his hips into mine.

The sound of skin slapping, moans and groans filled the room. The whole time Matt’s eyes never left mine in the mirror, the same smirk from when he saw me dancing on his face. “Fuck your so tight”he groaned. Gradually speeding up, the knot in my stomach forming. “Matt..I’m go.. I’m gonna cum.” I moaned out. His pace becoming sloppy. “Fuck.. y/n cum with me”he groaned. His hips snapped into mine one more time before we both came. Our chests heaving rapidly. He slowly pulled out getting some tissue to wipe away any leftover mess. We both got redressed. “I’m gonna go”he said looking at me before turning around, but before he could leave I grabbed his wrist. “Are we gonna speak again?” I asked, he turned back around to face me slightly smiling.“Sweetheart do you even know who I am?”he replied. I shook my head, in response he sighed. “Mathew Sturniolo, the famous player.” He said straight faced. “What?” I said in shock, I’d heard of Mathew Sturniolo but i never thought the Matt I met not even hours ago could be him. “So was this just for fun?” I asked. He shrugged walking out the door leaving me in the bathroom all by myself.

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A/N: 𝙷𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜, 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍. 𝚆𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚞𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝙸 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗’𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚙.2 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚢𝚌𝚕𝚎 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌!!

[mattmurdocksscars]

Aaaah I’ve been on a flight but I just got off and is 11:51 which means I have 9 minutes left! Can I please request #109 from the prompt list w/ none other than our darling Matty, because it just seems so him: “Why are you naked?”

Also mega congratulations on 2k!!!

Here you go, love. You can interpret this as Reader either not knowing or knowing about Matt's senses. I kind of leaned towards not knowing, personally. Hope you enjoy!

Taking care of a drunk Matt Murdock was a serious feat. He didn't drink to inebriation very often but when he did? He was a force to be reckoned with.

Oh, but he's blind, how much trouble could he really get into? No. That's the devil talking and not the one who runs around in red spandex. Foggy was usually the one to take care of Matt when he got like this but seeing as they were both drunk, it fell on you and Karen.

Karen took Foggy and you assured her that you could handle Matt.

Oh, if only that were the case.

"Murdock, if you don't get in this apartment right now, I swear to God-"

"Blasphemy! You shouldn't- shouldn't take the Lord's name in vain." He yelled at you from his spot down the hall. You winced, silently apologizing to his neighbors, before walking back down the hall to grab Matt by his arm and drag him inside.

"Hey, whoa- Where are we going? Ooo everything is spinning."

You sighed and closed the door behind you.

"We're in your apartment, Matt. Can you take your shoes off or do you need help?" Matt made a face and began trying to get his shoes off on his own. An adorable attempt, but he kept missing the strings and then almost fell over when he got them.

"Alright, how about you lean against the wall and I'll take your shoes off. Okay?" With a murmured okay, he did as you asked and leaned back. You knelt in front of him and carefully removed his shoes.

"There we go. Let's get you ready for bed." You told him, standing and guiding him towards his room. Once in there, you dug through his drawers and found a pair of sweats and a hoodie and laid them out for him.

"There. Get ready for bed. I'm gonna go get you some water and aspirin." You left him there as he began to pull at his coat. Walking into his kitchen, you made sure to take your time grabbing water and aspirin. You turned back to head towards his room again and nearly dropped the glass of water. A strangled noise left you.

"Why are you naked?!" You cried out, trying your best to not stare down your best friend who you maybe sort of had a huge crush on. But it was hard when he had such a nice chest, defined abs, a v that lead to-

No! Focus! You berated yourself. Matt made a confused noise and it brought your attention back to his face which had an adorably confused puppy look.

"You said to get ready for bed."

"Yes. Did you not like the clothes I laid out for you? Wait- Do you- Do you sleep naked, Matthew?"

"Feels better on my skin." He grumbled.

"Oookay, well can you at least put on some underwear? Please?"

"Why? Do you not like what you see?" You choked and put down the water and aspirin so you could cover your face.

"Jesus Christ-"

"Blasphemy!"

"Matt, please. I am begging here. Put your clothes on." He muttered something that sounded awfully like "not how I wanted you begging." Before disappearing back into the room.

You let out another strangled noise. The view from the back was just as good as the view from the front.

"Okay, I'm decent." He tossed the word decent out like it was a curse and you couldn't help but to laugh. The whole situation was ridiculous.

Walking into his room, you saw him curled in bed with his back to you, hoodie and sweats now on. You set the water and aspirin down and walked around the bed so you could sit next to him.

"You gonna be okay?"

"'M fine." He said.

"We gonna talk about what has you so grumpy in the morning?" Matt pouted and shook his head vehemently. You sighed and stood, preparing to leave him to his mopiness. A hand on your wrist stopped you.

"Stay? Please? I'll stay on my side of the bed, I promise." Your heart broke at how small he suddenly sounded and seemed and you found yourself agreeing. You stole a pair of sweats and a shirt and changed into them quickly before climbing into bed.

"Goodnight, Matt."

"Goodnight, sweetheart."

When you woke the next morning, you smiled to yourself.

He did not stay on his side of the bed.

[freshabogados]

Wicked Fates | Lead the Willing

Summary: You didn't expect that night to change your life. But the fates had other plans. Matt Murdock aka The Devil of Hell's Kitchen shared his secret with you and now you had to guard it with your life.

Pairing: Daredevil x gn!reader

Tags: angst, TW! descriptions of panic attack, lazy day read, microscopic amount of fluff, daredevil trying to act mysterious backfires

You can read the previous chapters here.

You were stranded in the middle of Times Square. You could hear jackhammers drilling away, accompanied by the loud clamour of taxis, businessmen, tourists, street performers, and who knows what else. Or at least that’s what it felt like when you began to wake from your sleep. Your many attempts to return to the unconscious realm were spoiled by the loud noises from the streets, so you decided to get up anyway.

Who the fuck wakes up so early on a weekend?

Groaning, you turned to your bedside table, looked at your phone, and realised that it was almost lunchtime.

Welp, I the fuck didn't.

You decided to remove yourself from bed and made your way to the medicine cabinet to take care of the mini construction project inside your head. Just as you opened the medicine box, you noticed a bruise on your wrist. The events of the night before started coming back to you, again.

The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen was here. And he was blind.

You inhaled sharply as you started replaying the events, beginning with that unfortunate night on the street. How did you end up here? How did your monotonous life suddenly turn into an action-packed Netflix show? What are you going to do now?

Too many questions began piling up in your head, worsening the headache you were trying to remedy. Shrugging those thoughts away, you popped an aspirin, cursing yourself for not having eaten anything beforehand, and gulped down a glass of water.

The bruise on your hand was beginning to hurt. You noticed that the bracelet now had a few broken rhinestones. You unclipped the bracelet and set it on the counter, hoping to fix it.

You don’t bruise easily, yet here you were, running your fingers over it delicately, hoping not to apply even the slightest bit of pressure. You recalled the words of The Masked Man just as he was leaving, “Apply some ice on it.” For a guy who wouldn’t have batted an eye before putting you into a coma, he did show some remorse for causing harm.

Maybe he isn’t that dangerous?

You did as he suggested and decided that thinking about everything that led to last night wasn’t going to help you in any way. You chose to distract yourself with chores instead—you had a busy week and hadn’t done laundry or cleaned the house. What’s a better distraction than listening to a podcast and cleaning?

You spent the rest of the day cleaning and organising your kitchen and bedroom. You wanted to reorganize everything but that would make you too tired, so you decided to stop yourself and decided to make pasta for linner. You loved pasta, you could eat it any time of the day and after the day you just had that's all you needed...especially last night.

NOPE! We are not going there.

By dusk, you were exhausted, you were craving for a warm bath with lavender oil. So that’s what you did.

After your warm bath, you felt slightly more at ease. The ache in your head had dulled, and the events of the previous night, which had kept playing in an annoying loop, seemed a little less daunting. You curled up on your couch with a can of Bonbon, scrolling through your laptop, trying to find something interesting to watch but not really focusing on the contents on the screen.

The city’s noise outside your window was still a constant hum, but now it felt more like a lullaby than an intrusion. You were finally coming back down from the highs of the previous night.

But that wasn’t going to last much longer.

As the evening turned darker, an uneasy feeling began creeping back into your mind. You couldn’t shake the sense that something was off, that someone was watching you. Every creak of the rusty fire escape, every gust of wind against the windows, made your heart race a little faster. You tried to brush it off, convincing yourself that you were just being paranoid after everything that happened.

You ditched your laptop and chose to doomscroll on your phone, into the night. You needed to distract yourself from this paranoia.

You were consumed by the videos of a soap-maker, only to be brought back into reality when the lights went off.

Great! a power cut was exactly what I needed right now!

You turned on your flashlight and went into the kitchen to try and find some candles. Having no luck, you went into your bedroom to fetch the fancy candles and finally put them to use.

You lit the candle and placed it on the coffee table when a gust of wind blew the flame out. Grumbling with annoyance, you leaned in to light the candle again when a surge of awareness flooded you.

The window was closed when I left.

You froze, the matchbox slipping from your fingers and clattering onto the floor. Your body started to tremble with fear, heart pounding loud enough for you to hear it, your eyes darted to all corners of the room in hopes of finding the man who had left you with more questions than answers.

You saw a shadow move towards you from your periphery. Staggering, you turned towards the figure. Your breath caught in your throat as panic began to set in. The memories of the last encounter flooded your mind—the fear, the uncertainty, the bruise on your wrist that still throbbed under the skin. You stumbled back from the figure dressed in all black, your vision blurring as your head spun. The room seemed to tilt around you, and the walls began closing in.

Before you could think, before you could react, your body betrayed you. The world around you faded to black as you felt yourself falling, the last sound you heard being the distant, muffled voice calling your name as everything went dark.

.....

When you finally regained consciousness, you weren’t sure how much time had passed. Your body felt heavy, as if it had been through a storm. Slowly, you became aware of your surroundings—the soft cushions beneath you, the warmth of a blanket tucked around your shoulders, and the faint scent of lavender still lingering in the air.

Disoriented, you opened your eyes to find yourself lying on your couch. The flickering candle on the coffee table cast long shadows across the room. The fear that had gripped you earlier was replaced by confusion.

How did I end up here?

As you sat up, the events leading to your fainting spell replayed in your mind. The shadow, the fear, the sudden darkness—it all rushed back, but now, instead of terror, you felt a strange sense of calm. Your gaze drifted to the window, now securely closed, then to the matchbox that had been placed neatly on the table next to the candle.

He had been here.

The realisation hits you gently, like a whisper in the night. The Devil had found you at your most vulnerable. But instead of exploiting your fear, he had taken care of you. He had tucked you into the couch, ensuring you were safe and comfortable before he left.

For someone known as the devil, he had shown an unexpected kindness. A part of you wondered if this was the same man who had been instilling fear in criminals, the same man who had left you bruised and bewildered. Nonetheless here you were, wrapped in a blanket, unharmed and oddly reassured.

You glanced around the room, half-expecting to see him lurking in the shadows, but there was no one. The apartment was silent, save for the distant thrum of the sirens in the city. A note of gratitude welled up within you, mingling with the lingering questions.

Why had he returned? What did he want from me?

But as you settled back against the couch, you decided to leave those questions for the morning. For now, you were safe and knackered. You pulled the blanket tighter around you, letting the warmth soothe the last remnants of fear.

Somehow, you knew he’d be back. And when he did, you would be ready. Ready with questions.

.....

The Devil of Hell's Kitchen was perched on your building's rooftop, carefully listening to you as you carried on with your day. You hummed a song as you typed away on your laptop. He had been waiting ever since the sun had set, waiting for the right moment to enter your apartment. His thoughts seemed to be pulled in your direction. You had seen his face, and he figured it wouldn't be too long before you mustered up the courage to talk to the police. You plagued his mind, and it was driving him insane. He needed to end this madness. The night was still young, and the Devil’s shift wouldn’t start for a few more hours, but he was growing bored just sitting there, listening to you watch reel after reel.

Is this how normal people spend their weekends?

As the minutes dragged on and his patience waned, the buzz of electricity went silent.

Power cut. Exactly what I needed.

He stealthily descended the fire escape, nudging the window and finding it unlocked. Shaking his head in disapproval, he noted how easily he could slip into your apartment—you really needed a lesson in safety. He positioned himself near the wall where he had pinned you down the previous night, grimacing at the memory of your pained whimpers. As you returned from the bedroom and lit the candle, he opened his mouth to speak, but the flame flickered out.

Fuck. The window!

He listened to your heartbeat quicken, your muscles tense, and sweat beginning to bead on your forehead. He took a few steps forward, intending to assure you that he was only here to talk. But you collapsed onto the floor before he had a chance.

Dammit, Matt!

He knelt beside you, his hands trembling slightly as he held your frame. Relief washed over him when he heard your heartbeat calm down. Gently, he lifted you into his arms, carrying you to the couch. As he tucked a blanket around you, he couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. He had caused this fear, this turmoil in your life. And yet, he couldn’t stay away.

With one last glance at your direction, he turned and slipped out of your apartment as silently as he had entered, vanishing into the night. But even as he left, he knew he would return. You were now a part of his world, whether he liked it or not. And that realisation—both thrilling and terrifying—was something he couldn't escape.

Thank you for reading my work <3

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[visionarystoryteller]

Executives Love

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Warnings-

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Noa woke up to a series of knocking on her door. She looked over at Anna’s bed and noticed she was gone. Noa sighed lightly and ran her hand down her face. She gingerly got up out of bed, her head slightly starting to come to a headache. She made her way to the door and opened it to reveal a gym dressed Matthew on the other side. Last night came flooding back into Noas mind real fast, nearly knocking her on her ass in embarrassment. She really told Matt she wished he was her baby’s father. Then the way his fingers danced on her stomach, just thinking about it made her feel all warm. And the way he said ‘one day’…it had Noas mind reeling. ‘What did he mean’ Noa thought to herself. Noa was brought out of her revere when Matthew cleared his throat, fixing his gym bag over his shoulder. Noa blinked rapidly a few times.

“Hi” she squeaks out. Matthew lets out a chuckle. He pulls out a pill bottle from the side of his bag- taking out a few, and a water bottle, handing them to Noa.

“Told you I’d bring you aspirin in the morning, here take these.” Matthew says. Noa nods slowly and takes the items from Matthew, following his directions. She swallows both pills and nods at Matthew. Matthew nods.

“Alright I’m off…I’ll see you later” Matthew says. Noa nods.

“Later…” Noa says watching Matthew retreat down to the elevator. ‘Hmm cute butt’ Noa thinks to herself before shaking her head.

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As Noa sat on the plane, her mind went to the last few days. It made her chest tighten, sending Noa to grab onto her necklace that held her teeny tiny babies ashes. She took a deep breath. ‘You’re the last part of him I will ever love.’ Noa thinks to herself and her angel baby. Noa felt someone sit down next to her, causing her to open her eyes. She turned her head slightly and saw that it was Jeff. Her breath caught in her throat and she went frozen.

“I’m guessing you had TK have us sit next to each other before you broke up with me” Jeff says staring ahead. Noa looks at him with wide eyes.

“The audacity you have Jeffrey Parker. Broke up with you? You fucking cheated on me!” Noa whisper yells. Jeff looks over at her and sees her glassy eyes, still dull in color, he missed seeing her beautiful green eyes.

“I’d basically had already lost you Noa” Jeff resigns.

“I just lost our baby Jeff!” She whispers. She felt her breathing get rugged and needed out of the plane. She couldn’t do this. She could hear Jeff’s breathing and sighing. She took out her phone and texted the one person she knew could help her, like he did so many times after the loss of her beloved baby girl, Matthew.

Noa- SOS

EVP1- you okay?

Noa- I need off this plane before it takes off, TK never switched Jeff’s ticket and he’s next to me, shit is going down.

EVP1- we haven’t left yet, you’ll ride with me and Nicholas on the jet. I’m gonna call the airport and get you off. Hang tight sweetheart.

Noa- ty Matty

Within about 5 minutes a flight attendant came through the plane and grabbed Noa. Noa grabbed her bag she held and moved quickly out of the space that held Jeff. Jeff looked at her, not done talking to her but she was getting up and leaving. Jeff stood up and grabbed Noas arm lightly. Noa whipped her head back to look at Jeff. Her eyes were conveying messages he continued to ignore.

“Noa please” Jeff says. Noa moves her arm from his grasp and shakes her head.

“Please just stop Jeff. It’s done. The damage is done. Stop trying to do more please.” Noa practically whimpered out to him. Jeff’s heart ached. Jeff steps back nodding slowly. This is not how we wanted things. Noa turned as fast as she could and got off the plane completely, which stunned Jeff. Noa got off the plane and back to the terminal gates. Once she was back in general population of the airport she felt like she could breathe a little better but not much. Noa went to the desk to ask where the Massies private jet was and that she was suppose to be on it. The guy at the desk called the jet and Nick picked up confirming Noa is suppose to be on the plane. The desk clerk looked at Noa and decided to have one of the baggage guys drive her down to the private jets lot. She looked so exhausted and he felt for her.

“I have one of my baggage guys coming to cart you down to the jet. You look exhausted hun” he tells her. She tries to give a smile but it barely happens.

“Just overwhelmed I guess, thank you though that’s very kind of you and unnecessary but I appreciate it” Noa says. He nods and points behind her. She looks to see a guy with a cart.

“Have a safe flight hun” he tells her. She nods and thanks him again. The cart guy drives her through a garage and out onto the runway. The traveled past a few parked planes before he pulled up to a jet getting ready to leave. He came to a stop and Noa looked at the plane.

“Thank you” Noa says. The man gives her a smile and nods. Noa put on her backpack and climbed out of the cart. Noa looked at the stairs and looked up to the door of the plane to see Matt standing there. She was trying hard to keep her tears at bay. Matt was leaning against the frame, hands in his pocket. When he made eye contact with Noa, he saw her eyes start to gloss over and her breathing falter. Matt immediately moved down the stairs quickly and Noa ran to him. Once she was close enough, she practically jumped into Matt’s arms. He bent down a little and lifted up Noa, fully off the ground, her legs wrapping around his waist. Matts hand fisted into Noas hair, pulling her closer, upon feeling her practically shaking. Matt turns and makes his way up the stairs, Nick standing at the doorway of the plane, a worried look on his face. Nick looks at Matt once he’s close enough with question and Matt shakes his head. He sits down with Noa still clinging to him.

“I’ll tell the pilot we’re ready…” Nick says to no one in particular. Matt rubs Noas back.

“I’m gonna need you to seatbelt in Noa” Matt says quietly, smoothing her hair. She takes a deep shaky sniffling breath and gets off Matt’s lap. She sits in the seat next to him and buckles up. She looks down at her legs, fiddling with her fingers, trying to keep her anxiety at bay. Nick sat down in front of of Matt and Noa, and the plane began its decent down the runway. Nick looked back at Matt and Matt looked at Nick. The pair silently communicating with each other.

“I hate when you two do that.” Noa speaks up. Nick nearly gives himself whiplash and Matt’s head snaps over to look at her.

“Do what” Nick try’s to play off. Matt rolls his eyes at Nick. Noa looks up at Nick and gives him a blank stare.

“Okay jeez” Nick resigns. Noa rolls her eyes and turns to look at Matt.

“Thank for rescuing me. I just couldn’t. It was all to much then he started talking about how he had already lost me, as if that’s a great excuse for why he cheated on me. God…I feel like such a fucking fool for loving him like I did.” Noa rants. Matt felt horrible for Noa. They had been together for years, strong as ever, they’d been through all kinds of injuries together, faced the worst of days and the best of days, even started a small family, but apparently they weren’t strong enough to withstand the loss of a child. Matt grabbed Noas hand, Noas head shooting to look at him.

“You’re no fool Noa” Matt says gently. Noa rolls her eyes looking away. She sure as hell felt like a fool. Matts jaw ticks and he gently grabs ahold of her chin and turns her to look at him, her eyes diverting from his. His eyes are a lit with a small fire.

“Do not roll your eyes at me Noa” Matt says lowly. Noas heart beat picks up and she starts to get warm-she was a natural submissive-, not making eye contact with Matt.

“Look at me Noa” Matt says. Her eyes meet his, seeing the fire in them.

“First, you’re not a fool, love is love, things happen. Two, do not roll your eyes at me or I will have them rolling backwards into your head” Matt says, the last part quietly in a sultry voice. Noa almost lets out a squeak, nodding at Matt. Matt smirks at her and let’s get chin go and faces forward pulling out his phone.

[xx-dinah-writing-xx]

Hungover Matty

Matt Smith x reader

fluff

You were greeted by a pitiful groan echoing from the couch the moment you stepped into Matt’s apartment.

“Ah, there she is,” came his hoarse, slightly dramatic voice. He was sprawled out like some tragic hero in a Shakespearean play, one arm draped over his eyes, the other clutching a pillow like it was the only thing keeping him alive.

“Good morning to you too,” you said, trying not to laugh as you set your bag down and walked over to him. “You look like death.”

“I feel like death,” he replied, peeking out from under his arm with bloodshot eyes. “Why didn’t you stop me last night?”

“Because, despite my best efforts, you insisted you were fine after your fourth—no, wait, fifth drink,” you said, raising an eyebrow.

He groaned again, throwing the pillow over his face. “You’re supposed to protect me from myself. Isn’t that in the job description?”

You snorted, pulling the pillow off his face and sitting on the edge of the couch. “Oh no, you’re on your own, mate. I’m just here to observe the aftermath.”

Matt squinted up at you, his expression shifting from misery to something softer. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“A little,” you admitted, unable to hide your grin.

“Cruel,” he muttered, reaching for you with grabby hands. “Come here. I’m dying, and I need you to bring me back to life.”

You rolled your eyes but let him pull you down beside him, his head immediately finding its way to your lap. He wrapped his arms around your waist like a clingy octopus, nuzzling into your stomach.

“You’re very needy when you’re hungover,” you remarked, brushing a hand through his messy hair.

“I’m always needy,” he said, his voice muffled. “It’s just worse today.”

You laughed, your fingers idly playing with his hair as he sighed contentedly. “You’re such a baby.”

“Maybe,” he murmured, tilting his head up to look at you with his signature puppy-dog eyes. “But I’m your baby, yeah?”

“Oh, absolutely,” you said dryly, leaning down to kiss his forehead. “Now, what do you need? Water? Aspirin? A miracle?”

“All of the above,” he said with a faint smile, his eyes already closing again. “But mostly just you.”

You shook your head, smiling to yourself as you continued to stroke his hair. Hungover Matt was a lot, but you couldn’t deny he was adorable when he was like this. And, if you were honest, you didn’t mind being the one he clung to.

[historia-vitae-magistras]

💤🤒 for Alfred please? I need to know what is so different about him.

Oh you mean my heavy-handed, pretentious idea of Alfred's increased physical abilities as a symbol of the isolating effect of American Exceptionalism? lmaooo

💤 SLEEPING SIGN — is your oc a light sleeper or a heavy sleeper? how are their sleeping habits?

Alfred sleeps! He's human; he should sleep every night, but when he doesn't, he gets along a lot better than he should. When he's excited, he won't sleep and still be fine the following day, like he got a full few hours. He can go a long time on the very minimum. He's so charismatic, and Americans are such workaholics. He can play the pied piper to overworking everyone around him as he sets the pace and tone. He will realize it sometimes, but it makes him feel weird and lonely even when he's not coked up to exceed what he can do naturally. He will start showing exhaustion, especially emotionally, but when it comes to that point, it's well past the point of breakdown. And he's a heavy sleeper. Will lay down and conk out and just trust the world not to fuck with him because there's probably a firearm within arms reach.

🤒 FACE WITH THERMOMETER — does your oc get sick easily?

Nope! This is something I've gone with since he was hatched. That he's... unusual. His standard is the human peak of health, strength, and ability, well past the point he should be. It's not entirely a benefit because an overpowering immune system might keep him sick less, but it's going to make what he does get way more miserable. See stats about how much worse the Kansas flu and its cytokine storm was in the well-fed and fresh American farm boys than in half-starved trench veterans. Shitting his brains out, delirious and with a drip in his arm, Matt's just like... slightly feverish. People who don't know him very well probably think he's being exceedingly whiny over nothing, considering the effect his economy has on theirs. He's excessively whiney about some things but good fucking god, he is not a baby when he does actually get sick. It's actually that fucking intense. When he is ill, most of the time, it's brief. He's like the kids who will have wheezing and fever of 104 at home, and then when they get to the ER, they're just a bit pale and stuffy. Matt comes down to check on him, and it's a 50/50 shot of if he's just going to be tired and kind of dehydrated but mostly okay after spending the night on the bathroom floor with the running bull of the gastro runs or burning up so bad he couldn't find the aspirin with two hands and a spotlight. He's never just had some usual run-of-the-mill shit like a cold in his life.

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[devils-dares]

Best Friends

summary: you and matt in a platonic relationship.

pairing: matt murdock x gn!reader

warnings: calling men stupid

wordcount: 511

a/n: look at me being productive today i stand by the fact that matt would be a good friend and a good hugger.

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He could tell someone was in his apartment. The air smelled sweeter when he entered and he could hear soft puffs of air coming from his couch. Whoever it was smelled like him, wearing his clothes. He realized it was you, from the fetal position you took on his couch, to the half drunk bottle of beer accompanied by two other empty bottles. You’d gotten shitfaced and crashed on his couch, and then it hit him, the scent of dried tears on your face. He drops his bag off and heads straight to the bedroom to change, not bothering you as you snooze. Once he changes, he warms up some food for his dinner, not waking you as he notices washed dishes on the drying rack and some of his leftovers missing.

He settles into bed, laying under the covers and warming up. He made sure to leave a cold glass of water and a few aspirins on the coffee table by you, as well as pull the blanket up higher. He cleaned up the beer bottles as well and put out an extra toothbrush in the bathroom.

Around two in the morning he felt eyes on him. You were padding to his bed, blanket still wrapped around your shoulder, as you weasel your way into his bed. You sidle up next to him and he hisses at the temperature of your cold body.

“Men are stupid.” You state simply, and he can still taste the beer on your breath.

“Hm?”

“Men are stupid.” And he has no warning when you suddenly burst into tears, so he sits up, pulls you close, and shushes you gently.

“Can I ask why we’re stupid?”

“He asked me on a date,” you spill, voice still slurring a bit as you sob into his chest, “and he just made fun of everything! The way I dressed, the way I laughed, and then he made me pay at the end of the night! Didn’t even offer to split.” Matt tuts and pulls you closer.

“Men are stupid.” You say again.

“That we are, my darling.” You nuzzle closer.

“Is this why you don’t date?” You ask, and he laughs.

“That tends to be more of a personal choice, but men are… interesting creatures when it comes to finding love.” You lean onto him more and he wraps an arm around you.

“I just want to be good enough.” You slur sadly and he hums.

“You are! You just need to find your person.”

“I’ve been looking for so long!”

“I know, bug. You’ll find them, I wish I could tell you who or when but you’ll get there I promise.” You wail mournfully and he laughs quietly.

“What about you?” You ask, raising your hand to pinch his cheek.

“Well,” he says, “I’ll get there too.”

“And if you don’t?”

“I’ll have you.”

“To date? Gross gross gross.”

“Wow, way to give me an ego boost. Not to date, silly. As my best friend.” You hum.

“Love you, Matty.”

“Love you too, angel. Get some rest.”

[punchdrunkdoc]

Chapter 13

Summary: After the events of S3, Matt Murdock is trying to once again balance life as a lawyer and a vigilante. But he’s been scarred by loss and betrayal - will a mysterious new neighbour help him heal? Or will her secrets drag him back into the darkness?

Notes: This is a slow burn romance with an original female character, told in 3 parts. There is mystery, intrigue, action and angst - all the good stuff!

Also available on AO3 and Wattpad

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Chapter 13

He was asleep.

Calina sat back in surprise. She’d been taping the bandage over his wound when she realised that he hadn’t stirred in several minutes. That his breathing was deep and even. That the hands loosely clasped in his lap were slack.

She idly tugged on her lower lip as she studied him. He looked so peaceful, his mouth slightly parted and the lines around his eyes relaxed.

His eyes.

He hadn’t bothered wearing his glasses this morning, and she’d finally gotten to see his eyes. They were beautiful. Light brown in colour, with a warmth and vulnerability shining from them. She had a feeling he only showed them to people he was comfortable with...or when he was not feeling well and forgot all about hiding them.   

Like this morning.

Because he had a cold.

A cold.

Something so simple, had brought this strong, fearless man low.

But it made sense. If Anya was right, and his ability to navigate the world depended entirely on his heightened senses, congestion of his nose and ears from a cold would affect him so much more than the average person. It was no wonder his balance and his reactions were so off last night. And why he'd looked so annoyed and miserable when he’d opened the door to her.

He must feel terrible.

Which gave her the perfect opportunity to repay his kindness from last month. She would help him today - as much as she could, and as much as he would let her. 

She carefully eased off the couch and grabbed the blanket that was lying over the arm. She shook it out and gently draped it over him. Then she quietly tidied away the first aid supplies and took stock of his kitchen - he would need to eat soon.

Unfortunately, the fridge contained nothing but five bottles of beer, a half empty carton of milk, and a few boxes of leftover Chinese food. The cupboards weren’t much better - he seemed to have been living off of take-out and cereal.

She could fix that.

She tiptoed passed his still-sleeping form and headed for the door. She found a set of keys in the jacket hanging on the coat rack and used them to lock his apartment behind her. Then she set off for the bodega a couple of blocks away.

She returned an hour later, arms laden with groceries. She let herself back into his home…to find him still asleep.

He'd shifted to a more comfortable position, his head now resting on the arm and his legs stretched out along the length of the couch.

The paper bags she carried crinkled, and the tins insides clanked together, as she entered the living space, causing him to stir slightly. "Shh," she whispered. "Its just me. Calina. You're safe. Go back to sleep."

He let out a deep breath and sunk below the waves of awareness again.

She smiled, and headed for the kitchen. She put away the food and placed the medication she’d bought - some vitamins, a tub of aspirin and a packet of cough drops - on the coffee table in front of him.

Then she sat in one of the armchairs opposite him and debated what to do.

She could leave. He had food and medicine now, and was sleeping soundly - there was nothing else she could do for him.

But she didn't want to go. She didn't want the two of them to return to being polite acquaintances again. She wanted to be his friend, and talk with him and take care of him.

She checked the time on her watch and reached a compromise with herself - if he didn't wake in the next half an hour, she would leave. Waiting any longer than that would be a little weird.

She nodded to herself, satisfied with her plan, and settled back into the comfy seat. She picked up the magazine she'd bought from the bodega, flipped it open and started to read.

 ———

 The insistent shriek of a car alarm pierced through the cotton wool fuzziness of Matt's skull. He groaned slightly, as the sound seemed to pulse in time with his headache.

He kept his eyes closed as he sorted through his other ailments. His temple was throbbing - the source of his headache. The bruises over his back and cheek were a duller, more manageable ache. His ears were still blocked, and so was his nose. He tasted the air...but detected nothing.

He concentrated, ignoring the sharp stab of pain that it caused, and sent his feeble senses out into the world, hating the feeling of being locked in his own head.

He heard the muffled sounds of the television in 5A. The kid in 3B practicing piano. Pigeons cooing on the roof. A skateboarder wheeling along the street outside.

And he heard a heartbeat that was not his own, three feet away.

He strained, trying to bring together a picture of the apartment around him. It was hazy, indistinct, but he could 'see' the outline of a person in the armchair opposite.

And they weren't moving.

He silently got to his feet and stalked around the coffee table. He crouched down in front of the still figure and took a deep breath.

Strawberries and sea salt.

It was Calina. And she was asleep.

She was curled up in the chair, her legs tucked underneath her. One hand was wrapped around her waist, the other held something loosely in its grip. He took the object, feeling the glossy pages of a magazine.

Just then, her breathing quickened. From this close, he could hear the soft flutter of her eyelids as they blinked open, the sound like butterfly wings.

"Matthew?" she whispered.

"Yeah, its me."

"What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice husky with sleep. "And why is it so dark?"

"I'm here because this is my apartment. As to the darkness, I'll have to take your word on that."

"Huh?"

The corners of his mouth tipped up in a small smile at her baffled tone. Did she always wake up so muddled and disorientated? It was kind of endearing.

The confusion cleared in an instant. She sprung upright, and he had to lean back to avoid an elbow to the face. "I'm so sorry," she said, smoothing down her hair. "I didn't mean to fall asleep."

"There's a lot of that going around."

"What?"

"I fell asleep on you first," he replied. "Earlier, when you were patching me up."

"But you're sick. I'm not. I'm-"

"Still not sleeping well at night?," he guessed. "Nightmares again?"

She nodded. "Yes, sometimes. Other times, it's just...hard to shut my brain off."

"I know what that's like. Do you, um, want to talk about it? The nightmares, or the things keeping you awake?”

She gave him a small smile, and he thought he could sense sadness in it. “No,” she said softly. “I can’t. But thank you.”

“Anytime,” he replied.

“What about you?” She asked. “You said you know what its like. Do you want to talk about what keeps you awake?”

He shrugged and rose out of his crouch. “The usual. Work. Money. Whether the Yankees will ever win the World Series again.”

She laughed and joined him on her feet, just as his stomach let out a loud grumble. “Sorry,” he said. “I haven’t eaten today.”

“Oh!” She replied. “Yes. Food. I got you some.” She rushed into the kitchen and opened the cupboard above the stove. “Do you want tomato or chicken?”

He followed her into the small space. “What?”

“I bought you some soup, and some other stuff. Have a seat at the table and I’ll warm it up for you.”

“You don’t need to do that. I can manage.” No sooner had he said the words than he was suddenly hit with a coughing fit. Which set off a chain reaction of pain, starting in his back and travelling to his head, until he felt like his skull would explode with the pressure. He rubbed his forehead and winced.

“Uh-huh,” she said, dryly. “You seem just peachy.”

He gave her a wry smile in response. She took his arm and steered him to the small dining table on the other side of the kitchen counter. “Sit here and rest.” She grabbed something off the coffee table and brought it to him. The rattle of pills clued him in moments before she spoke again. “In the meantime, take some aspirin. Your head must be killing you.”

“Yeah, you could say that,” he replied, enjoying the way she fussed over him. He hadn’t experienced that…in a long while.  Ever since Clair had left his life years ago, he’d gotten used to patching up his own wounds. He’d gotten used to shuffling around his empty apartment, the pain from his nightly fights a constant companion as he tried not to imagine exactly this - someone caring for him.

Someone to come home to.

Someone who would hold him close and make the world disappear for a while.

Calina making him soup and bandaging his cut was as close to that dream as he’d been in years. Closer than he’d probably ever be again.

And like a dying man in a desert, he grasped at the oasis. Basked in the shade and drank the water...knowing full well it wasn’t real. 

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 “Do you like being a lawyer?” Calina asked as she dipped a chunk of soft, fluffy bread in her soup. She had opted for the tomato; Matthew went for the chicken.

“That’s…a strange question,” he said, his voice still raspy from the virus he was battling. But his colour was better now, and he seemed to have more energy after his hours long nap.

The nap that she’d inadvertently joined him in. They’d slept through most of the day, the apartment dark when she finally woke. She’d obviously needed the rest as much as he had, but it had been embarrassing waking up in his apartment, like Goldilocks in the wrong bed.

“Is it?” she replied. She was fascinated by how people chose the lives they lived. What made someone become a lawyer, and not a doctor or a teacher or a scuba instructor? Did they feel fulfilled in their choice or did they forever regret their decision?

She’d never been given a choice growing up. She’d never been free to pursue a career or plan a future. Until now.

And she had no idea where to start.

“Maybe not,” Matthew said. “Maybe it should be asked more often. I think people just accept that once they become adults, and they’re on their chosen path, there’s no going back. So it doesn’t matter if they enjoy their job, they’re stuck with it regardless.”

“Do you believe that? That you’re stuck? Or are you happy?”

He laughed. “Now we’re getting really philosophical.”

She blushed and ducked her head. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to get so personal.”

She seemed to have lost the ability for small talk. It was something she excelled at when she worked undercover. She always had the knack for conversation, for engaging targets, drawing them in and making them comfortable as she inveigled her way into their life. 

But as she was discovering, so much of what she thought she was good at, so much of who she thought she was as a person, was nothing but a smokescreen. The personas she adopted - they were good at small talk. She - the real Calina - blundered and tripped through conversations. She apparently asked intrusive and strange questions. She bypassed the superficial banter and went straight for the substance.

Luckily, Matthew didn’t seem to mind. “It’s okay,” he responded. “I’m…content, for the most part. Happiness is fleeting in my opinion - it rarely comes and then so easily goes. I try not to judge my life on whether I’m happy or not. Just on whether I’m making a difference.”

“And are you?”

He stirred his spoon around the small puddle of soup in his bowl, his head down and his unseeing eyes hidden from her. “I hope so. At least, with the firm, I think I am. The people that come to us…they’re at their lowest point. More desperate than they’ve probably ever been in their lives. And when we can help them, when we can right the wrong that was done to them, get them the justice they deserve…yeah, it makes a difference.” He raised his head and smiled at her, a full unguarded smile that made her breath catch. “So in answer to your original question, yes, I like being a lawyer.”

She returned his smile. “I’m glad.”

“What about you?” he asked. “Are you happy?”

“No,” she laughed. He frowned, and she realised that her answer may have been a bit too blunt.

And it wasn’t entirely honest. 

She tried again. “I’m not unhappy. Especially compared to how I use to be. But I can’t say that I’m exactly happy either. Or content. And I’m definitely not making a difference. But I’d like to. I really want to find my purpose in this world.” She didn’t want to believe that all she was fit for was killing and lying and subterfuge. And she wanted to find a way to make up for the damage that she had wrought in the world. She wanted to find a route to redemption.

She just wasn’t sure how.

She startled at the feel of Matthew’s hand on her arm. “The fact that you want to make a difference, is a lot. I’m sure you’ll find a way.”

“Thank you,” she whispered. She pulled her arm from under his gentle touch, not wanting to get used to the feel of such wonderful affection.

He seemed to sense her need to lighten the moment. “So, anything for desert?” he asked.

 ———

 He’d been joking, but she jumped up from the table with a smile. “Actually, yes. Let me wash up first.”

"I'll help."

"No, its okay."

"I can manage some dishes, Calina," he said gently.

She relented, and they stood side by side at the sink, rinsing off the plates in amiable silence. The simple domesticity of the moment made his yearning for companionship all the more acute. But he wasn't in the right place to start anything - with anyone. This past week had proven that. He was running on empty. He had nothing left to put into a relationship. And with the way his head was still messed up over Elektra...it just wasn't the right time.

The problem was, he had to keep reminding himself of those facts every time Calina managed to get close to him. Because it felt so...easy...with her. Which was crazy given the amount of lying they were both doing. 

But the way he felt in her presence - the peace, the calm, the way he could breathe - it all meant that falling into something with her would be…effortless.

The effort came in staying away.

"I have to grab something from next door," she said, drying her hands on the towel. "I'll be back in a moment."

As she brushed past him, their skin touched, her arm against his. The unexpected contact made him shiver.

Which she completely misinterpreted.

"Oh, you're cold. You should have said. I brought you this back." She grabbed something from the small table by the front door and passed it to him. It was the sweater he had given her the night she was caught in the rain. "I didn't feel right keeping it.” Before he could object, she slipped out the door.

He put on the sweater, inhaling deeply as the material slid over his head. It smelled of her. Not strongly - she hadn’t worn the garment since she’d washed it. But it had been sitting in her apartment, absorbing the essence of her.

He’d just settled himself back on the couch when she returned, the spicy scent of ginger accompanying her. “Desert, as requested,” she said, handing him a container of star-shaped cookies and taking a seat next to him.

“Gingerbread cookies?” he asked, biting into one of the treats. The crumbs melted in his mouth, leaving a delicious warmth behind. If his tastebuds had been operating at full power, the flavour would have been overwhelming. But right at this moment…it was perfect. 

“Lebkuchen, to be precise.”

“Lebkuchen?” he mumbled around his second bite.

“Yeah. German Christmas cookies. I know its only October, so its a bit early. But Alma - Mrs. Schneider from downstairs - showed me how to make them. And according to her, nobody should have to wait till Christmas for lebkuchen. What do you think?”

“Very tasty.”

“Thank you,” she beamed.

“When were you baking with Mrs. Schneider?”

“Yesterday. I’ve helped her with her shopping a couple of times, and she invited me into her home a few weeks ago. I've hung out with her a bunch since then. I think she’s quite lonely, even though she won't admit it.”

God, how had he ever thought this woman cold or unkind? Matt thought. 

“You said earlier that you weren’t making a difference, but I think Mrs. Schneider would disagree. I think that you probably make all the difference in the world to her,” he said, truthfully.

Calina ducked her head. Sitting this close to her, he could feel the warmth in her cheeks as she blushed. “I guess so.”

A thought suddenly occurred to him. “Wait, I thought she barely spoke any English.” The odd times he'd encountered the older woman in the hallways, she'd only ever greeted him with a quiet ‘Guten morgen, Matias’. “Do you speak German?” he asked Calina.

She bit her lip. He could hear her teeth digging into the soft tissue and he wanted to run his finger over her lip, free it from the damage she was doing. “Um, yes,” she admitted eventually.

“And Russian too,” he guessed, remembering the few times he’d heard her talk to herself - she often did so in a slavic language of some kind.

He could sense her frown, and he heard the suspicion in her voice. “How did you know that?”

He smiled. “Lucky guess. Given your name,” he explained.

“Oh. I see.”

“So were you born in Russia, or just your parents…?” he asked.

She stood up suddenly. The box of cookies almost toppled to the floor, but they both reached out at the same time to catch them. He got there first, and her hand ended up over his as they both clutched the container.

He could feel every ridge of her fingerprints. He could feel the slight callouses on her palm, and the moisturiser that she’d applied that morning. He tilted his head up to her. Their faces were close together, her hair brushing his shoulder as she leaned over him. He breathed in the spice on her breath and the salt on her skin… 

And then she was gone.

She snatched her hand away and straightened up, stepping away from the couch. “I-I better be going. Its late,” she stammered. She reached the door before he could say anything and wrenched it open. Then paused. “Bye, Matthew.”

“Call me ‘Matt’,” he said, but it was too late. He heard the snick as the door closed behind her.

Matt sighed and slumped back on the couch. “Great job, Counsellor,” he muttered to himself in rebuke. He knew he’d been pushing too hard with the questioning, but he’d been desperate for something…real from her.

No, that wasn’t right.

Everything she’d shared with him today - her trouble sleeping, her desire for meaning in her life - it had all felt real. Honest, and personal. But he still had nothing tangible on her. He wanted to know the past that haunted her. The decisions that had led to her being in Hell’s Kitchen, so uncertain and alone.

He wanted to know her.

But he’d scared her off.

Foggy was right. He needed to be patient. Earn her trust, and hope that she would open up to him.

Despite his reservations, it looked like operation ‘be her friend’ was a go after all.

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CHAPTER 14

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[bandomgay]

hi, can you tell us a bit about the superhero au you mentioned in the tags? is miles in it? (you don't have to, no pressure! just curious :)

YIPPIE I'm gonna explode thank u for asking ERMMMM well

Okay so it's a milex fic

Miles is a hero/vigilante he's known pretty much everywhere but like when kinda ass at it not in bad guy type of way he's just genuinely always getting hurt but he's always sacrificing himself to save others and his power is pretty much if you know black bolt from marvel it's that his scream/voice is deadly and his can manipulate sound waves as well which includes his own voice cool things like making his voice only show up in certain frequencies so certain people or radio stations can only hear it on tune into it also debating letting him be able to do things like banshee from the x men , using to be able to fly even and he looks like jumpsuit coup de grace era and his suit looks like the jumpsuit but of course more superhero practical it keeps that dark blue with the white/pink lines with the makeup to! Like a mask! those hand wraps he had in that fitness video

, miles also has a team which is the mk band as you know Victoria (speedster) , Dom(mind reader, telepath) and Nathan (super strength)

(they r so cute....)

And Alex now I'm still very conflicted on making Alex humbug era because I don't know how I feel about that age difference even though their both adults I know? But however in my Alex does look exactly like humbug Alex maybe a more grown up version idk use ur imagination here

HFHGHGHF but he doesn't just look like humbug Alex cause he's a pretty princess it's actually because of humbug eras themes of being psychedelic,angsty and shrouded in mystery which is very much this Alex so now to the part u probably wanna hear about his power Alex is basically on his jean grey shit rn...like give that boy an Aspirin PLEASE lmao he's telepathic and telekinetic/psychokinetic and it's made him reclusive but when he begins to hear miles voice for months on end he kinda gets a little obsessed with him he's linked to him and he knows fuck all of how to deal with his powers so he's just always spying on him he feels bad about it but he can't really stop it, miles is unaware of this though he is in pursuit of other powered beings to help out with what his team mate Dom says might be an enemy looming over the earth he finds Alex out , there's a difference between Dom and Alex powers though where Dom is purely mind linking and mind reading can hyperfocus into feelings and such Alex' is much more abstract, psychedelic and possibly dangerous like he can't tell whether his dreams are dreams or these things are really happening to people ,questioning wether he's ever hurt someone and why does miles want or even need him and this looming pressure increases Alex' abilities for the worst making him unstable but it seems miles is the only one that can quell him...it does it crazier but like I won't spill it I ever like decide to post it...

I'm still developing the rest of the monkeys but a certain post may have just helped alleviate that block of what I want the rest of the monkeys powers to be because I've brainstormed some Matt scenes but the rest are yet to come also I'm thinking pyro powers Matt , earth/nature oriented powers Nick and water powers jamie , though I had something accuracy focused (like bullseye from marvel or Diego from the umbrella academy) still in mind for either Matt or Jamie idk...yet (Jamie throwing knives...sorry I didn't mean to MOAN like that...)

ERM here's a little drabble/scene as a bonus

[mothwritesstuff]

HI HI HI CAN I GET THE EDDSWORLD CAST (+ THE NEIGHBORS IF YOU CAN) WITH A READER THATS CHRONICALLY ILL? LIKE THEY HAVE MOBILITY ISSUES AND CHRONIC PAINS N SHIT? SORRY IF I SOUND PUSHY I JUST DONT SEE THIS KIND OF STUFF OFTEN!

-chess anon ♟️

of course !, id love to write you smth like that; in all honesty i miss writing for the eddsworld fandom !

these are just small head cannons because of the fact i am just downright lazy when it comes to writing – later on i might write a drabble but for now it’s just head cannons!

edd;

– he wouldn’t really know what to do when you start getting chronic pains; he would try his best to understand and help.

- he would probably try and get you heating pads and cooling pads to try and help with your pains even though he wouldn’t be too educated on it.

– he would try his best to help you even though sometimes it wouldn’t really help; he’s just so sweet sometimes

tord ;

– he would actually know what he’s doing, because he has chronic pains too; he has chronic back pains.

– he would get you everything you need for when those pains hit, aspirin, cooling pads and heating pads and something to take your mind off of how much the pains hurt.

- he’s very helpful when it comes to those pains because he knows how it feels to have chronic pains; he definitely lets you lay your back on him and just ramble when your in the middle of these pains.

matt ;

– also like edd, he doesn’t really know what to do but he’ll try his best because he doesn’t wanna see you in pain.

- let’s you ramble about your interests when this happens, to take your mind off of the pain.

- also gives you heating and cooling pads to try and help with the pains; somewhat also like tord and lets you lay your back onto him and talk abt ur interests.

– he’s actually a mix between edd and tord he sometimes doesn’t know what to do but other times he’s actually helpful.

tom;

– he’s surprisingly extremely helpful when it comes to having chronic pains, he knows exactly what to do when this happens, he gets you comfortable and gets you heating pads and cooling pads.

- he’ll get you whatever you need or ask for, he really doesn’t want you getting out of bed unless you have to go to the washroom; he’s just afraid it’ll hurt you more if you get anything.

– he’s just really overprotective when you end up getting chronic pains and doesn’t let anyone but himself near you and he tries his best.

i hope you enjoyed this, it took me a little bit to write it out fully, but thank you for requesting this. <33 💗