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I'm Not Afraid | Chapter 23

Word Count: 3.1K Warnings: depictions of violence, mentions of blood

Story Description: (Y/N) Argent arrived at Beacon Hills to put to rest her father’s sister, Kate Argent. For the first time, her family has decided to settle down and sustain a life in this interesting small town. After 17 years, (Y/N) has the opportunity to establish interpersonal relationships but will she be ready to face the complications that come with relating to her cousin’s, Allison, friends; especially, the infamous Derek Hale. She will face the adventure of being associated with the Derek and McCall pack, as well as being faced with the discovery of certain aspects of her life she never imagined.

A/N: i've been MIA for a while, but trying to get back into the flow of things 💖

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Morning had come all too quickly for (Y/N). Sleep clung onto her body, threatening to never let go—not that she wanted it to. She had been exhausted for days, and it had finally caught up to her. Her limbs felt heavy, and her body felt sore. All she wanted was to rest—preferably for days. But a stinging pain in her shoulder after a particular wrong move had her shooting up from the warmth of her bed. At that moment, she noticed the other figure.

Right beside her, Derek lay unmoving. His eyelids fluttered in his sleep, his breathing soft and even. (Y/N) thought she had dreamt of him coming over, but there he was.

She thought she’d feel anger having him that close. Yet, after everything they had gone through in the hours of the night, it seemed that feeling had dissipated. She was glad to see him there, alive. Even through it all, she was glad he was alive.

Still, it didn’t mean she had to allow him to sleep comfortably on her bed. “Derek,” she said as she shook his shoulder. “Wake up, Derek.”

The attempt seemed futile as all the man did was turn in his spot and groan, annoyed that his deep slumber was being disturbed. With an exasperated sigh, (Y/N) used her unwounded arms to punch his arm as she screamed his name. Derek startled awake, stumbling to the ground as he gained consciousness.

“Good morning,” (Y/N) smiled coyly. “Sleep well?”

“Uh, yeah, I did,” he said after clearing his throat, the morning raspiness clinging to his vocal cords. “I didn’t really mean to sleep over. You just fell asleep on me, and well…”

“It’s fine, Derek,” she sighed. “I understand that you were worried last night. Now, you can get the hell out and leave me be.”

“Don’t be like that, (Y/N).”

She was wrong. She wasn’t angry at unconscious Derek. But him being awake ignited the flame of her ire. “Like what exactly, Derek?” she spat. “Last I heard, you wanted nothing to do with me.”

“That’s…” he stopped as he tried to find the right words, scratching his neck in frustration. “That was out of context.”

“Out of context? You’ve gotta be kidding me,” she scoffed. “Please, Derek, enlighten me on what the context was for you to tell me that you couldn’t trust me because I could turn out just like Kate.”

Having the words spat back to him stung the man. He knew why he had to push her away. He knew he had to do everything in his power to keep her safe from that one thing—not that it helped her when it came to things out of his control. But he could protect her from this one thing. Just this one thing. “I just… I don’t think I could tell you without putting your life at risk,” he admitted. “The last thing I want is for something to happen to you because of me.”

“Something has already happened, Derek,” the girl exclaimed. “We all almost died. That’s something. What else has to happen for you to start telling the truth?”

“Funny that you talk about the truth when you didn’t even tell me you had a plan with Scott,” he bit back. “Regardless of what’s happened, you didn’t even trust me enough to tell me that.”

“You wanted to kill Jackson! That was the best solution you could come up with,” (Y/N) spat. “When Gerard threatened Scott, he knew he had to find a way to defeat him. And when I confronted him about what happened at the station, he asked for my help and not to tell you. Your mind was already made up about the Kanima, and we knew nothing would sway you.”

She was right. That much Derek knew.

He also knew he should have let things go, to focus on finding a way to win her back. It was all he wanted. But he had yet to learn not to destroy the things he yearned for. “So, you and Scott are a team now?” Derek scoffed. “You seem to keep changing bands when it suits you best.”

“It’s not my fault you can’t stand not to be in control,” she seethed. “You told Scott you’d do things his way and went back on your word. Guess I should have seen that coming. If you could go back on what you told him, I shouldn’t have been surprised when you changed your mind about me, too.”

“What? Like you did in the beginning?” he retorted. “Why is it okay for you to keep secrets, but I can’t? Why are you allowed to change your mind a thousand times, but I can’t?”

“You know that’s not the same thing.” (Y/N) felt her blood bubble in her veins. Everything she had done, she had already given a reason for—the very reason he used to break her heart. Her life as she knew it had imploded, and she had put distance between them to protect them both from heartache. And she had never, ever used his fears against him. “You called me heartless. You compared me to a murderer. You told me you lied. How am I supposed to trust anything that comes out of your mouth?”

“If I could tell you, I would, (Y/N),” he said, his tone calming, trying to soothe her. “I just… I can’t. Not yet.”

“Then why are you even here? Why come see if I’m okay? Why spend the night in my bed? Why, Derek?” she cried. “I can’t do this. I can’t keep waiting for the moment you think I’m worthy of the truth.”

Derek couldn’t find the right words. Nothing that would come out of his mouth would be good enough to appease (Y/N)’s worries—nothing at that point had even come out right. He didn’t want to give her a half-truth, nor did he want to lie. All he knew was he couldn’t concern her with his worries because she would try to come up with a solution that would never be good enough—not to keep her safe.

“For years, I was terrified of making a connection with someone because I knew there would always come a day when I would lose it. And then I met you,” the girl sniffled, wiping away the stray tear that had fallen from her eye. “Now I know it’s not worth the trouble. People leave regardless of how much you l... care about them.”

“(Y/N)…”

“Just go, Derek,” she sighed, swallowing the fresh tears that threatened to fall. “If you’re not gonna tell me what I need to hear, just go.”

“I…”

Before he could say anything else, a knock echoed through the room. “Hey, (Y/N),” her father’s voice rang out. “There’s a Stiles waiting for you at the door. Says he’s got your bike.”

“I’ll be down in a sec,” she called out to Henry before turning back to Derek. “Go. We’re done here.”

“Are you serious?”

“Are you gonna tell me the truth?”

“You know I can’t right now.”

“Then, until you can, we’re done,” (Y/N) said as she reached for the door. “Bye, Derek. Thanks for stopping by.”

He didn’t have time to answer before the girl left her bedroom without sparing Derek another glance. Once she was far enough away, she clutched her chest and took in a much-needed steadying breath. She could feel her heart hammering against her—something that would not have gotten past the werewolf—and her mind clouded with conflicting thoughts.

There was a part of her that wanted to forgive Derek and forget everything he had said. It was the part driven by emotion, softening her resolve at just the mere sight of him. She wanted to run into his arms and stay there until someone physically pried her off him.

There were many things she wanted.

All she had to do was turn around.

But there was the part of her that knew better. It knew the words Derek had spoken could not be unsaid. Knew that her heart had been marked by those words and they would dampen her mind for the rest of her life. Derek hadn’t said he didn’t believe what he had muttered days before, only that his words were taken out of context. And whatever context that was, (Y/N) wasn’t sure she wanted to know anymore.

So, she continued on, Brody following behind. He whined with every step they took, occasionally looking back to her bedroom as though telling her to go back. He could sense there were things left unsaid and feelings left untapped. But he kept walking beside (Y/N), wondering why she didn’t turn around.

“Hey,” (Y/N) said as she met Stiles outside, thankful for the timely distraction. “How’re you feeling?”

“I’d like to say it doesn’t hurt, but I could barely sleep last night,” the boy chuckled. “For being an old guy dying with cancer, your grandfather really can pack a punch.”

“Well, it might not mean much, but I’m sorry that happened. This family has been working with a twisted version of a code.”

“It means a lot, (Y/N),” Stiles smiled. “And I can’t be too angry. You got the worse end of the deal.”

“Eh, could have been worse,” she shrugged. “It might take some time to heal, but at least Gerard is crawling away like the cockroach he is. I’d take a knife for that any day.”

“So, you’re really okay, then?”

“I am, Stiles,” she smiled. “And thanks. For bringing back the bike and for saving our asses last night. Talk about impeccable timing.”

The boy’s face grew red at the compliment, and he scratched his neck in an effort to hide his bashfulness. “Oh, well, I, uh, didn’t really do anything,” he stammered before awkwardly laughing. “Other than dent the Jeep a bit. You guys were the ones that actually did all the heavy lifting.”

“Don’t sell yourself short, Stiles. It’s because of you that thing didn’t get derailed,” (Y/N) assured. “You didn’t play into Gerard’s tactic, and you got Lydia to the warehouse just as we thought things would end differently. You’re the reason Jackson and maybe a lot of us are still alive. That’s not nothing. So, thank you, Stiles.”

“Nah, don’t mention it,” the boy chuckled, looking back to his car as his face grew redder by the second. He waved toward Scott, who returned a teasing smile and a wave to his friend. “But anyway, Scott drove your bike here. And now, we’re on our way to play some lacrosse. Don’t know if you heard, but I don’t only save lives. I save games, too.”

“I did hear,” she grinned. “If you keep going down this road, soon enough, you won’t need the bat anymore. Maybe we could even show you some real self-defense moves.”

“Would you?” Stiles asked excitedly. “Might come in handy in lacrosse, too.”

“Well, it’s a date, then. It’ll be fun to train with a beginner,” (Y/N) teased. “I know you won’t be able to stab me.”

“Oh, just you wait,” he laughed. “All I need is eighteen years of training, and I’ll be just as good as you.”

“Stick with lacrosse then,” she said. “I got stabbed last night, and you’re actually getting good at that.”

“We all know last night was a fluke,” the boy winked. “Between you and me, I think you’re the better hunter.”

Stiles left soon after, waving alongside Scott as they passed her on the street. He’d left with the promise of checking up on her and keeping her in the self-defense classes. She remained outside until the car disappeared. Partly to wave the boys goodbye but mostly to ensure that Derek was long gone.

She knew he wouldn’t be inside. At least, she liked to think he respected her enough to have left. He owed her that much.

Thankfully, her bedroom was empty when she reached it. She allowed herself to fall into bed, ignoring the lingering scent and warmth Derek had somehow left behind. Exhaustion clung to her body once more, dragging her into the endless void of sleep. It didn’t matter how hard she fought it, she succumbed to slumber and the inner workings of her mind.

But if she thought she was getting respite from her worldly troubles in her dreams, she’d be wrong.

(Y/N) tossed and turned with visions of all that could have gone wrong the night before. She saw Gerard’s plan working. Instead of his body rejecting the bite, his eyes glowed yellow, and claws came from his fingertips. The very claws that then slit Derek’s throat taking his alpha status and life. She saw the Kanima ripping through each and every one of her friends before finally slicing into her.

Once that scene was over and she turned to her side in bed, another one took its place. She saw Derek and Peter sinking their claws into Jackson as they’d had, only this time, the boy did not rise. Jackson fell to the ground in a puddle of his own blood, his body slowly returning to his human form while Lydia cried by his side.

Another turn and the image in her mind changed. And that one scared her the most. (Y/N) would not have been able to witness the rest of the night had the dream truly happened. In the last sequence, Allison had not gone for just an immobilizing hit. Blinded by rage and revenge, she had gone in for the kill. The girl felt the knife slide into her stomach, the burning pain spreading through her body as though it was happening. She felt the air leave her lungs as she choked while her mouth flooded with blood. She heard her father’s screams, joined by the wails of her friends. The image of the darkness behind her own cousin’s eyes became an infallible stain in her mind.

As she tried to take in a breath in the dream, she found herself startling awake. Her body was drenched in sweat, and her heart threatened to jump out of her chest. But she was alive.

An itching under the gauze of her wounds reminded her that the only mark that had been left on her from the night before had been two cuts and not her life. She ripped the blankets off her body, clawing at the medical tape and the pink-stained gauze, ready to face the wounds and cement her reality.

Yet, when she uncovered her skin, there was merely a healed line instead of the scabbed mess it should have been. If anyone looked at the wound, they would have thought it had been a scratch she’d gotten weeks before—nothing like having a blade plunged into her leg. And her shoulder was no different. The bloody mess it had been had become a thing of the past.

It didn’t make sense. Nothing did.

The scratches on her face from the Kanima had only begun to scar, and that had been done weeks before. But a wound that had occurred only hours before had seemingly healed overnight. It simply wasn’t possible.

That’s when Gerard’s words flashed in her mind, a particular name taking center stage.

(Y/N) wanted to wait before she confronted her parents with what her grandfather had said. Faced with imminent death, people tended to say anything to save themselves. Yet, she could feel the truth in his voice. He was smart; calculated. He had chosen what to say to her carefully. In a game of chess, he had sacrificed a rook in order to save the King—all to make sure the most valuable piece was left standing. It hadn’t helped him in the end, but he had been able to plant seeds of doubt in her mind.

When she’d awaken, the sun had just started to set, and she knew her parents had to be home. As much as she wanted to, she couldn’t continue to push the inevitable conversation. Even if she knew it would destroy the very fabric of her family’s constitution, it was time for the truth to come to light.

The girl made her way quietly downstairs, listening to the sounds of her parents. She could hear the rustling of grocery bags and Brody’s excited barks as her parents walked in and out of the garage. They seemed fine, normal even. At least, that’s what others would have thought if they had seen them. But (Y/N) had heard their fights; she had witnessed their hatred. Everything needed to be put to rest. One way or another.

She made her way into the kitchen, smiling softly as her mother noticed her presence. “Oh, hey, honey,” the woman smiled. “We’re just about to get started with dinner. But if you’re hungry right now, you can go ahead and grab anything from the pantry.”

“I’m not really hungry,” she shrugged. “I was just…”

“What is it, munchkin?” her father was quick to fuss. “Are you feeling alright?”

“Yeah,” (Y/N) said. “It’s something else.”

“Well, what is it, honey?”

(Y/N) stretched the collar of her shirt to reveal her wound—or the lack thereof. “My leg is the same,” the girl explained. “I was stabbed just hours ago, and it’s like nothing happened at all.”

“Honey…”

“I need to know the truth,” she interrupted. “Dad, I know there’s something you have been keeping from me—both of you. And I think it has something to do with this. And I know you both know what I am talking about.”

“We don’t… what are you saying, honey?” her mother stammered. “You think we have anything to do with…?”

“Who’s Raina?”

The name stopped the pair in their tracks, their eyes growing wide in surprise. Her parents shared a look of concern, trying to hold a conversation with just their gaze. It was obvious they were trying to find a way to keep their lie alive, obvious they were not prepared to speak on the truth just yet.

“Where did you…?” her father muttered. “Where did you hear that name?”

“Gerard told me to ask you about it last night,” she answered. “He seemed to know exactly what would get you two talking. And from the looks of it, he was right. Who is Raina, dad?”

“Honey,” her mother tried to speak. “We…”

“No! I’m done with the lies!” the girl exclaimed. “I want to know what’s happening to me, and I wanna know who this Raina is, and what the hell does she have to do with you two.”

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shiorimakibawrites · 9 months ago

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Matt Murdock / Daredevil Masterlist

Image Credit: kissmegoodbye.net

Welcome to the masterlist for my Matt Murdock aka Daredevil fics. My general masterlist is here.

Posted fics can also be found on A03.

Please let me know if any links are broken or if you wish to be added to the tag lists.

Last Updated: 7/16/2024

Matt Murdock x Fem! Reader Series

Image Credits: kissthemgoodbye.net / Amber Kipp / Nathan Dumlao

Alley Cat {Installment List}

You are a paralegal (and trouble magnet) with an escape artist cat who keeps encountering Daredevil. You start falling in love. Both with the Devil of Hell's Kitchen and the man behind the mask. {18+}

Ongoing Series

Tags: Fluff, Romance, Orange Cat Shenanigans, Legal Drama, Legal Nerd Stuff Warnings: Canon-typical violence, explicit sexual content, police corruption, workplace harassment

Image Credits: kissthemgoodbye.net / Taelynn Christopher (Unsplash) / Anna Kolosyuk (Unsplash)

Happy Little Accident {Installment List}

You are a klutz. You are pretty used to tripping over nothing and embarrassing yourself. But this time has to be the worst. Because this time, this time, you have gotten paint all over Matt Murdock. Your handsome neighbor that you have an enormous crush on. {18+}

Ongoing Series

Tags: Romance, Art, Female Gaze, Fluff Warnings: Canon-typical violence, eventual explicit sexual content, clumsiness

Image Credits: kissthemgoodbye.net / Greta Punch (Unsplash) / Stephanie Harvey (Unsplash)

Cozy Corners {Installment List}

You have a problem. You have feelings for two men. The first man is local defense attorney Matt Murdock. A regular at your cafe Cozy Corners, you've been pining over him since he first walked through your door. The second man is Daredevil. The vigilante who saved your life during a mugging and has appointed himself as your guardian angel.

Meanwhile Matt is wondering how he managed to get into a love triangle with himself. {18+}

Ongoing Series

Tags: Romance, Secret Identity Hijinks, Accidental Love Triangle Warnings: Canon-typical violence, eventual explicit sexual content, anxiety, panic attacks

Image Credits: kissthemgoodbye.net / Zac Ong (Unsplash) / Biswapati Acharya (Unsplash)

The Phantom {UPCOMING}

You are a ghost. Not literally but you might as well be. Your old life is dead. Because of them, you cannot make a new one. Then one day, in search of food and a shower, you enter an apartment and discover a dangerous secret - the identity of Daredevil. {18+}

Part One: Breaking and Entering {coming soon}

Tags: Slow Burn, Allies-to-Friends, Friends-to-Lovers, Hurt/Comfort, Angst Warnings: Canon-typical violence, eventual explicit sexual content, flashbacks to traumatic events (unwilling human experimentation, physical abuse, verbal abuse, medical abuse, threats of sexual violence, murder, threats of death)

Image Credits: kissthemgoodbye.net / Andre Benz (Unsplash) / Nicolas Picard (Unsplash)

Arachne {UPCOMING}

University is hard enough without developing superpowers. Too bad nobody asked you. You were just trying to study when you were bitten by a strange spider. Then things started to get weird. Fortunately, you aren't the only odd freshmen at Columbia University. {18+}

Part One: Metamorphosis {coming soon}

Tags: Slow Burn, Friends-to-Lovers, College Hijinks, Angst, Fluff, Superhero Adventures Warnings: Canon-typical violence, eventual explicit sexual content

Love is Blind {UPCOMING}

You are a blind attorney who has recently moved to New York from California after a very nasty break-up. It's a big change but with your trusty guide dog Luna, you figure that you can handle it. While exploring your new neighborhood, you meet local defense attorney Matt Murdock. And you hit it off right away. Unfortunately your past isn't willing to be left behind. {18+}

Part One: New York, New York {coming soon}

Tags: Romance, Fluff, Secret Identity Hijinks, Dogs, Drama, Disability Issues Warnings: Canon-typical violence, explicit sexual content, ableism, stalking, flashbacks to traumatic events (domestic violence)

The Bonds of Friendship {UPCOMING}

You are a teenager who has recently moved to New York City from Colorado with your family. While shopping for groceries, you meet a local teen - Matt Murdock who is at the store with his adoptive mother Anna Nelson. Becoming friends happens fast but the love that grows in your heart creeps up on you. Before you know it, you are in love with one of your best friends. {18+}

Inspired by the prompt from @importantnightwerewolf

Book I: High School Blues {coming soon}

Book II: University Days

Book III: Law School Confidential

Book IV: Vigilantes

Tags: Slow Burn Romance, Friends-to-Lovers, High School Drama, Teenagers Being Idiots, Families of Choice, College Hijinks, Fluff, Growing Up, Superhero Adventures Warnings: Canon-typical violence, eventual explicit sexual content, bullying, ableism, body image issues, adoption, reference character death, abandonment issues

Full of Surprises {UPCOMING}

You had been dating Matt Murdock, a fellow summer associate at Landman & Zack. But summer has come to an end and it is time for you both to return to your respective law schools. You go back to Massachusetts to start your final year and prepare for the bar exam. Only to discover that you are pregnant. {18+}

Part One: Our Last Night {coming soon}

Tags: Romance, Fluff, Parenthood, Original Child Characters, College Life Warnings: Canon-typical violence, explicit sexual content, unplanned pregnancy, pregnancy symptoms, childbirth, parenthood, law school stress

Sanctuary {UPCOMING}

You are a doctor with a rather unusual patient. John Doe is a badly injured blind man hidden in the basement in a local church. You have many questions but no one seems particularly interested in answering them. Complicating matters is that John Doe is very handsome. And when he wasn’t brooding or being sullen, he is rather sweet . . . {18+}

Part One: John Doe {coming soon}

Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Mystery, Slow Burn Romance Warnings: Canon-typical violence, eventual explicit sexual content, injuries, medical inaccuracies, severe depression, grief, mourning, referenced attempted suicide, reckless behavior, anger, abandonment issues, referenced character deaths, disability struggles, internalized ableism, religious discussions, religious imagery

Keeping Secrets {UPCOMING}

Your new boss Matt Murdock is rather mysterious. He regularly shows up to work with poorly explained injuries. He isn’t speaking to his oldest friend. And a thousand other little things that all say Murdock is keeping secrets. Big secrets. But that’s okay. Because you have some big secrets of your own. Not least of which is your interview wasn’t the first time you had meet each other. Or who the father of your son Jack is . . . {18+}

Part One: Curious and Curiousier {coming soon}

Tags: Slow Burn Romance, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Murder Mystery, Legal Drama, Secrets and Lies, Original Child Character Warnings: Canon-typical violence, explicit sexual content, referenced murder, secret child, religious trauma, flashbacks to traumatic events (domestic violence, sexual assault, child abuse)

Cat Man Do {Installment List}

Matt Murdock is having a bad night. He has been turned into a cat with a blizzard is coming in. Lucky for him, you came walking by. And you love cats. {18+}

Completed Series

Tags: Idiots In Love, Female Gaze, Animal Transformation, Cats, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Resolved Sexual Tension, Love Confessions Warnings: Canon-typical violence, swearing, involuntary magical transformation, referenced animal abuse (non-graphic), explicit sexual content

Freaky Friday {UPCOMING}

You are a journalist. One night when you are walking home, you stumble across Daredevil fighting. The criminal shouts something while throwing a beam of light at you. Daredevil shields you but it doesn't appear to do anything to you. Until you wake up the next morning not in your own body but Daredevil's. {18+}

Part One: Random Encounter {coming soon}

Tags: Body Swap, Secret Identity Hijinks, Strangers-to-Lovers, Fluff Warnings: Canon-typical violence, mild body dysmorphia, disability struggles, sensory issues, anxiety, panic attacks, possible explicit sexual content

A Romantic Cliche {UPCOMING}

It's a plot straight out of romance novel. You would know. You write them for a living. Your sister is getting married. Naturally, she wants you to come to New York and be her maid-of-honor. No one warned you that the best man was devastatingly handsome. But nothing could prepare you for the strength of your desire. Thankfully, this intense desire doesn't appear to be one-sided . . . {18+}

Part One: The Meet Cute {coming soon}

Tags: Strangers-to-Lovers, Wedding Hijinks, Fluff, Sexual Tension Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content

The Broken Hearts Club {UPCOMING}

It’s Valentine’s Day and you’ve been depressed all day. Granted, you’ve been feeling awful since That Day. Then your day got worse. You found the ring that your boyfriend had been planning to give you before that terrible day . . . You don’t know how or why your feet led you to Fogwell’s Gym nor why your fellow vigilante Daredevil was there. You just know that you started off sparing with each other and ended up having sex. Not for the last time. Soon the sex became a regular thing. But you weren’t worried about anything else changing between you . . . after all, it’s just sex, right? {18+}

Part One: The Ring {coming soon}

Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Slow-Burn Romance, Superhero Adventures, Reluctant Allies-to-Lovers, Secret Identity Hijinks Warnings: Canon-typical violence, explicit sexual content, temporary character deaths, permanent character deaths, grief, mourning, unhealthy coping mechanisms, alcohol abuse

A Fragile Thing {UPCOMING}

You just discovered that you are pregnant. Before you can share this news with your husband Matt Murdock, he collapses and dissolves into dust. Along with half the world. You do your best to raise your daughter alone and not to give up hope that you might get your husband back . . . but that gets harder as each year passes . . . {18+}

Part One: The Most Happy {coming soon}

Tags: Angst, Eventual Comfort, Motherhood, Original Child Character, Holding Onto Hope, Male-Female Friendship, Female Friendship Warnings: Temporary Character Death, Grief, Mourning, Pregnancy, Pregnancy Symptoms, Single Parent, Parenthood, Nightmares, Explicit Sexual Content

One-Shots and Drabbles

Humor

Dicta (drabble): Matt and Foggy are studying for their law exams when juvenile humor ensues.

The Thing That Speaks For Itself (drabble): Matt names a cat.

Fluff

Will You Be Mine?: You have been nervous since Matt said he had something important to ask you.

Baking with Love: Matt and You make pumpkin bread and cookies. Matt Murdock x Reader. Written for Mandy’s Sweater Weather Challenge.

Stormy Weather: It was a dark and stormy night when Matt returns home with a surprising rescue. Matt Murdock x Reader. Written for Mandy’s Sweater Weather Challenge.

Cozy Sunday: On a quiet morning, you decide to surprise Matt. Written for 300 Follower Celebration.

Cookies: You are baking cookies when Matt comes home. Written for 300 Follower Celebration.

Hurt/Comfort

Flare Up: You wake up with an asthma flare up along with a cold. Matt takes care of you.

Older: Sometimes, it's the little things that hurt the most.

Can't Sleep: Matt can't get his brain to turn off.

Smut

Relax: After a long day, you try to relax in the shower.

Bound: You fulfill a fantasy with your husband. Sequel to Relax

Fan Art

The Duality of Man - Mixed media (alcohol markers, colored pencils), manga style

Reader POV - Mixed media (alcohol markers, colored pencils), manga style

Matt smiling - Pencil drawing, realistic style

#masterlist #daredevil #matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x you #image description in alt #ongoing fic #upcoming fic #frequently updated #fan art

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itsokbbygrl · 9 months ago

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Proper Education: A Dark!Joel Saltburn AU Chapter 1: Fair is Foul, and Foul is Fair

Pairing: Dark!Joel Miller x OFC!Reader (written in 2nd POV)

Chapter Rating: M for foul language, underage drinking, mentions of sexual activity and drug use

Word Count: 1.1k, just a baby chapter to kick things off (don't get used to this, most of these chapters will be monsters)

Reader Immersibility: OFC is insanely white coded (frankly this whole story is full of white nonsense), she is from an old money wealthy family that owns an estate from the Gilded Age in New York, she is 18 years old, a college freshman at University of Texas at Austin, and is considered beautiful by society's standards in 2006 which means she is thin, has long hair, and is able bodied. She is relatively smart, but by no means a scholar. She is very sociable and often uses her charm to get her way. Story is written in 2nd person POV so the reader can feel what she is feeling as the story progresses and to keep the reader’s perspective limited as things start to get weird whacky and wild, but it will be difficult for the average reader to see themselves as her physically (myself included, trust me).

Chapter Tags: 18+ MDNI, foul language, implied drug use, underage drinking, mentions of sexual activity, college freshman aged OFC, rich white people doing rich white people things, author is requesting that you suspend your disbelief for some of these things!!!, OFC's family estate is a real place but is not a family home, liberties are taken with regard to UTA student life, inspired by Saltburn

Dividers by @pommecita, story is not beta'd, just written and edited by yours truly

Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o’ th’ milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way. -Lady Macbeth, Act 1 Scene 5

The car slows to a stop in front of the familiar old tower. The stone structure bleached by unrelenting ultraviolet rays from the unrelenting sun baring down an omnipresent heat. You’d almost forgotten what it was like, the Texan summer. Almost.

Your driver removes your luggage from the trunk of the black town car as you exit from your seat and step into the perpetually sticky August air, shading your eyes with a hand at your brow so you can properly thank him before you reach for your purse and leave him with a generous tip. You can’t remember his name, but you’re thankful for his service nonetheless. You’ve long become accustomed to a variety of faces in your family’s employ weaving in and out of your life; he is simply another face and name to add to the ever-increasing register.

Your family sent the majority of your things ahead of move-in day, the university easily agreeing to transport them to your suite in student housing, a benefit of having your last name on one of the buildings, you rationalize, leaving you with a single suitcase and weekend bag to attend to on your own as you make your way to the designated key pickup zone.

You were regretting your choice of attire the farther you strode across campus. You’d spent the last three months of your summer break idling at your family’s Long Island estate. The cool sea air making you quickly forget how unabating the summer heat was in landlocked central Texas. Your family had escaped the annual calefaction just after your graduation, retreating from your home in the rolling hills of Austin to the cool serenity of the Island. The estate is grandiose, passed through generations and now belonging to your mother and father. A bit gaudy in its opulence, in your opinion, but you harbor many fond memories from your summers spent there throughout your life—running through the vast gardens, sunning yourself on the meticulously manicured lawns, learning to golf and play tennis and swim, and as you grew a bit older, partaking in the many lavish parties hosted by your parents and grandparents alike, kissing boys in secret corridors, drunkenly losing your virginity in the grand library, gleefully breaking your D.A.R.E. pledges with your dear sister and cousin in your bathroom the first time someone brings over a tiny plastic baggie full of unlabeled white powder.

Your exposed skin glistened with sweat; low rise denim skirt clinging to the skin at your hips, skin beginning to chafe uncomfortably between your thighs. You were glad you’d opted to clip your hair up in a classic twist before you’d gotten off the plane, keeping your neck free from being insulated by your thick tresses. You’re thankful for the many trips to campus over your lifetime as you head towards the designated booth for freshmen to pick up their dorm keys. You’re a fourth generation Longhorn, a legacy, and you know you have a reputation to uphold. You try to keep your face poised, relaxed, friendly, as the growing beads of moisture begin to drip in tiny rivulets between your breasts and along the central dip of your spine.

You introduce yourself to the upperclassman working the table for your building and complete the requisite paperwork before you’re handed your keys—one for your door, one for your personal mailbox—and instructed to stop in the lobby before you drop off your items so you can have your student identification badge issued.

“Your ID works like a key to get into the building after 10pm. Don’t lose it,” you’re warned by the table attendant.

“Thank you, I’ll be careful,” you answer congenially, leaving them with a charming smile before you head in the direction of your dorm.

You find your building without issue and reluctantly have your picture taken by the residence hall staff for your student ID. They give you a rundown of the general building rules—curfew is 10pm, after which time only residents with their programmed ID badges will be permitted entrance, all overnight guests must be checked in at the front desk with a government or student ID, no alcohol or illicit drugs are permitted on the premises, smoking is not permitted inside the building—and you maintain eye contact with the staffer and smile and nod while you let their words flow in one ear and out the other.

Once you finish signing your agreement to follow the established residence hall code of conduct, your student ID has been printed and programmed. You take the badge with kind smiles and ample thanks before you haul your luggage to the elevator and make your way to your assigned room. A private double room all to yourself. Your parents insisted, making sure you’d have enough space to study and relax in equal measure.

“Sweetpea, you know how it is there, those RAs are not gonna be as lenient as your daddy and I with the,” your mother stops her sentence and gestures, mimicking smoking a joint with one hand and drinking from a bottle with the other. She had sat on the other end of the plush sofa with you as you debated which residence hall to choose after coming home after your new student orientation the previous spring.

You scoffed and kicked out a leg, painted toes bumping her thigh.

“What? I’m just sayin’, babydoll. You’re a good time, college is a good time, but the RAs can be real,” she lowers her voice, “cunts.” She snickers a laugh at her own crudeness.

“Mama, I know. I just thought it was part of the,” you raise both of your hands, forefingers and middle fingers miming quotation marks in the air, “college experience to have a random roommate or whatever.” You look back at the brochures in front of you and sigh before relenting. “I guess you’re right. The privacy will be nice.”

“Damn straight, baby. Plus, you don’t have to worry about a roommate being around when you bring a nice young man home to fu—”

“MOM, jesus,” you cut her off, shaking your head as she laughs.

“What?! Baby girl you are my daughter, that means you’re half of me, and I fully know what that entails, ok? No reason to be ashamed of it, you’re young and gorgeous. Enjoy it while it lasts,” she tips her glass of white wine in your direction. You reach for your own on the coffee table, lifting it to hers, allowing the crystal to clink and chime in cheers as you both take a sip.

You use your new key to unlock your door and haul your bags inside, finding boxes stacked neatly in the corner for you to unpack. “Welcome home, I guess,” you say to the four walls you’ll call home for the next year.

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finemeal · 6 months ago

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Can't Help Myself

Clark feels overwhelming feelings bubble up in his chest. His love for Bruce is all-consuming, devouring his very soul. And Bruce doesn't help when he does the sweetest things for Clark as if it's second nature. The closest Clark can get to sharing how he feels about Bruce is through kissing him, with all the love he feels. It still doesn't feel like enough, but it's the closest he can get.

Or: 5 times Clark kisses Bruce because of a sweet gesture Bruce does (even if he doesn’t know it) + 1 times Bruce kisses Clark because of a sweet gesture.

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redfurrycat · 1 year ago

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🐓🤠Hangster Fic Recs🤠 🐓

🐓🤠Hangster Goodies to Read! 🐓🤠

[Recs List 4]

Check the Top Gun Masterlist post for the latest updated version. 💕

List of Hangster Ao3 Authors in Recs List 4:

[Recs List 1] - [Recs List 2] - [Recs List 3] - [Recs List 4] - [Recs List 5]

I turn at last to paths that lead home by JuliaBaggins {T}

"Kazansky? Hasn't he got cancer or something?"

"Oh yeah. I remember talk around base about that a while ago, didn't sound good."

"Fuck", Phoenix's severe expression fitted the others', “I didn’t know that, that’s terrible.”

There was a moment where no one said anything. And Bradley felt like someone had stolen all the air out of his lungs, as well as all of the warmth out of the sun shining so brightly down on them.

Bradley hasn't talked to the two men who raised him in years. But when he hears about the situation one of them finds himself in, he decides to do something about that.

[Lots of family feels between Bradley, Ice & Mav; established Icemav; Hangster endgame]

The Prince and His Knight by McDanno50

On A Dreary Night {E}

Jake felt his heart thump quicker, galloping in his chest, as the clicking of claws grew closer. Heavy breaths not his own let Jake know he was no longer alone. He remained still even as natural fear urged him to look over his shoulder to gauge the threat. But there was no real danger because Jake knew in his soul that he was safe with the monstrous wolf-like creature that lurked in the flickering shadows. The beast who terrified the men, women, and children not born of Miramar was hardly a monster to Jake.

The bright light of day sees the Crown Prince of Miramar, Jacob Seresin, protected by his personal knight: a Lycan named Rooster. But at night, Jake loses himself to pleasure by Rooster's wolf form.

A Speckled Rooster Crowed {G}

Lycans had few offspring, litters born every ten years. The last Lycan pups included Julian’s own knight, Cyclone. And now it was Jake’s turn to choose a knight – his very own Lycan pup to raise and train as his personal bodyguard. He’d never known something so exciting yet terrifying.

The time has come for Prince Jake to select his knight. Five pups vie for his attention, but one young Lycan seems a bit preoccupied with a fowl enemy.

Of Sex and Flowers {E}

If Heaven truly existed, Jake was sure his would be exactly like this. With Jake and his knight Rooster, alive and together in this peaceful place. Nothing outside of the meadow mattered when they were here: Jake was not royalty and Rooster was not a Lycan. They could play pretend and just be two men hopelessly in love with no duties and no secrets.

Jake sneaks out of the castle to spend some private time with Rooster in a meadow. Their relationship will change once Jake becomes the Crown Prince so they say goodbye in the only way they know how.

Call Me Yours by Renai_chan {E}

Jake is the perfect Crown Prince of Seresin--handsome beyond compare, educated by the world's most renowned scholars, draped in all the luxuries his wealthy kingdom can afford, magnificent in battle, with multitudes of adoring subjects throwing themselves at his feet--but all he really wants is to be put on his knees and called a filthy whore by his slave, Bradley.

nothing’s good until it hurts by thegeckbros

there's money for the taking (and the happiness we all deserve) {E}

“So, what, one of the richest dudes in New York wants to be your sugar daddy?”

“Kinda?” Jake sits back up, straightening up and turning his body towards Javy. “He doesn’t want like sex or anything. He just needs someone to pretend to date so his uncle and PR team get off his back about his reputation.”

Or a sugar daddy au in which jake is a struggling law student, bradley's a billionaire, and they weave a tangled web

you do it all your life and you never get through it {M}

The silver lining, if there is one to be had, about watching his dad die in front of him is that the worst thing to ever happen to Bradley is over before his life has really begun. Every shitty breakup or spectacular fuckup, every broken bone or missed flight. None of it will ever come close to even touching the worst day of Bradley’s life. And then, 15 years after the worst thing that’s ever happened to him, it all happens again. or scenes from bradley's life, before and after jake

Crazy 'Bout A Sharp-Dressed Man by MadeItUp {E}

When Rooster needs advice on what to wear for a hot date, it's Jake he asks for help. Despite the fact he kinda wishes he was the one Rooster was taking on this date, Jake's determined not to let his ego get in the way of helping a friend in need and agrees to offer his services...

All of them.

“My impeccable taste is at your disposal.” He flashes Rooster a grin. “But you’ll owe me one.” “Sexual?” Rooster says, with the same mischievous tone as Jake. Jake lifts his beer to his mouth and winks. “If that’s what you’re offering…” Yeah, so long as Rooster keeps acting like this, they’re good.

Neon Pink Longing by Capt_JaneClaude {E}

Being in a long-distance relationship is hard but Bradley knows how to make it easier for Jake.

Cambiaste un Ferrari por un Twingo by LulaluzHazel {T}

Jake Seresin is a famous songwriter in a long-term relationship. He has been living in Barcelona for the past five years living the most romantic and beautiful dream. Until one slip from his partner reveals on National TV the dream is not a dream and Jake has been cheated on for the past year and a half.

Heartbroken, he doesn't know to function, until his younger sister suggests he could do a song with one of the most controversial DJs and producers to 'vent' and start healing. A music producer he doesn't respect much. But he knows that between both of them, they can put out a song that will follow the Fucker who played with his heart like that.

Of Crowns and Medals (That Don’t Shine Like They Should) by ToukoJalorda003 {M}

It wasn’t as if Rooster hadn’t wanted to serve in the Guard his entire life - he had. Serving the king, his country…it was the only thing he’d ever wanted.

…Until it wasn’t. And with the rules being as strict as they were, there wasn’t anything he could do about it.

Bradley falling in love with Jake was going to get them both in trouble - and he wished more than anything that he could change that.

Holding Pattern by Anonymous {E}

The thing about having a dead father everybody liked is that everybody’s got a bigger piece of him than Bradley does.

... 5 times Rooster wasn't ready + 1 time he was

we met and you claimed me by haridwar

it seemed so natural, darling, that you and I are here {M}

“Did we really do this?” Bradley asked. It was the first thing he had said since Jake’s brainwave and Jake was not a fan of how upset he sounded. “Are we- did we get married?”

or: what happens in Vegas...

don't call me lover, it's not enough {T}

all the things that happen after Vegas

The shapes of love by winterbitch {T}

sink your teeth into me (keep me)

Rooster doesn't need to know what animal Hangman shifts into, but he sure wants to find out. It's just another piece of the man he's hopelessly in love with, and he wants to know everything, no matter how much his friends tease him. Through a series of events, he finally finds out, and maybe gets more than expected or shifter au where rooster is a wolf, hangman is [redacted], there's a LOT of pining, and icemav are cute together (ice is a tiger, mav is a fennec). they get their happy end

I see forever in your eyes

Having gotten together (and engaged in the same day), Rooster and Hangman don't get any less annoying with their behaviour. Rooster would even argue that their friends are more annoyed with them now, but he's too deliriously happy to care. He has the love of his life by his side, his friends surrounding him, and he's getting married. Life is great (and it's about to get even better)

or shifter au with smitten puppy rooster, disgustingly in love hangster, some background icemav and ANOTHER proposal

The Parent Trap by Broke_Traveler {T}

Annie and Hallie had no clue they had a twin or who their other dad was, but a chance encounter has these two mischievous twins hatching a plan to get their dads back together.

The Final Masquerade by MerielTLA {E}

Some excruciating steps more and he finally saw it, the little apartment building he had been looking for. Ordinary in absolutely every way except one: It was home of the most dangerous man in the world…and that thought alone made his head spin even harder than it was. This was a bad idea. or A wounded hero, whose only option is to trust his greatest enemy.

IWTBY Verse by hangmanbradshaw {E}

I want to brainwash you into loving me forever

“So…this is fucking weird and I have no clue what to say here.” Bradley smiled warmly and leaned his forearms against the table. “Don’t worry, Mav already filled me in, and I’ll do it.” Jake blinked. “You’ll do it?” “Yeah.” Bradley sat back with a nod. “You want to come out, right? If us appearing to be in a stable relationship will help, then I’m in.” Or, Jake Seresin has it all- fame, money, a NFL MVP trophy, a Super Bowl appearance, a lonely house, and a problem. He wants to come out on his own terms. Enter Bradley Bradshaw, the solution to said problem, or maybe, the beginning of a new problem. After all, you don't fall in love with your fake boyfriend. aka the Fake Dating NFL AU

Wanna Be Your Left Hand Man

Europe calls. Jake & Bradley answer.

Dust is Everlasting (And Love Even Moreso) by ToukoJalorda003

If Time Rewound to Dust (Love Would Endure Anyway) {M}

All Rooster had ever wanted was to work for Jurassic World - his godfather did, and for his whole life, it had been his dream. Now he finally had it, and he…wasn’t so sure how he felt about Hangman. The man was just too dangerous, too unpredictable, and Rooster feared it would end in disaster. …But disaster had found them anyway, and now it was starting to look like it was too late to accept Hangman’s offer for a date. Damn.

When Dust is all That Remains (Love is Eternally Present) {M}

After the events of the park’s catastrophic closing, Bradley just wanted to rest. Maybe take a nap and remind himself what he’d nearly had. But he couldn’t do that, because an active volcano was going to wipe out the remaining dinosaurs - including Jake’s raptors. …And if it was possible, he wasn’t going to let that happen. Maybe, while he was at it, he’d finally get that date, too.

As We Lie In Fields Of Gold by Capt_JaneClaude {_}

Rooster is just playing the piano, intense, moving, almost tormented. There are no words, just notes, but Maverick feels like he can hear him singing.

Suitable Replacement by ReformedTsundere {E}

It's the middle of mid-term hell week, Jake's vibrator is broken, and the fastest Amazon can get him a new one is after the weekend. His only salvation seems to be the newest sex shop in town and the weirdest, hottest clerk Jake's ever seen.

Flying Conditions by elwenyere

Holding Pattern {E}

The thing about having a dead father everybody liked is that everybody’s got a bigger piece of him than Bradley does. ----- 5 times Bradley wasn't ready + 1 time he was

Punching Out {M}

Jake’s always been sharp and soft, but not in the right configuration. ----- Or, 5 times Jake can't always get what he wants + 1 time he gets what he needs

5 Times Rooster Fell Asleep On His Teammates And 1 Time He Did It To Maverick by Nickies_Nonsense {G}

When Bradley was kid he was all over people. You couldn’t get the boy to leave you alone if he wanted to be near you whether it was holding Mav’s hand as they walked, being picked up, or nuzzling into his shoulder in the evenings he simply insisted on being held. —— Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw has a habit of cuddling up to people when he’s sleepy which the daggers discover during training before the suicide mission.

No More Wasting Time by DraconisWing24441 {E}

Having just completed a mission that required multiple miracles, Bradley thinks the most miraculous thing of all is that he’s not furious at Maverick anymore. Or Hangman. Now that his relationship with Maverick is on the mend after talking about their past, Bradley starts to realize some other things. Like the fact that Hangman isn't such a bad guy and he maybe actually really likes him, like, a lot. Jake, meanwhile, starts to realize that Bradley may not, in fact, hate him for being an ass, while also trying to hide the fact that he’s been in love with Rooster for years. Without the anger characterizing every interaction, Bradley and Jake are left with the conclusion that there's more there that they hadn’t realized until now. But, as Bradley and Jake's icy relationship unexpectedly begins to thaw into a tentative friendship, the friction that existed between them sparks something deeper than they ever expected. Letting go of the past and respective fears is harder than they thought, but when it comes down to it, the question remains: will they have the courage to leap off their perches and take the shot?

I’m alright with a slow burn by lesbiseresin {M}

Maverick’s eyes lower to focus on the figure whose head barely reaches Copperhead’s hip, a blonde boy that looks to be around Bradley’s age. “And this must be Jacob.”

Jake,” the boy corrects. He only crosses his arms when Copperhead taps his shoulder in a silent reprimand, but Maverick doesn’t seem to mind.

He laughs and exchanges an amused look with Copperhead before moving his hand into a similar grip on Bradley’s shoulder. “Well, Jake. It’s nice to meet you. I’m Maverick. This is Bradley.”

Bradley blinks owlishly at them both until Maverick nudges him. “Hi.”

(alternatively: jake & bradley over the years)

Make someone happy by WaffleToaster {T}

Bradley Bradshaw feels like he has misjudged Jake Seresin when he finally gets to know him better after the mission and quickly comes to realise Jake is actually quite different from the Hangman persona he knew up until now. Much to his and everyone's surprise they actually get along with each other, they still bicker but that's to be expected when you're both of the same dominant type. But it's when Bradley starts feeling something more that he starts doubting the situation. The thing they called 'the tug' only happened between you and your soulmate. But that couldn't be correct, because two alphas couldn't feel 'the tug' for each other, right?

Down the Rabbit Hole by theinsouciantknitter {E}

A bet is a bet, and Rooster's not one to shy away. So when the Daggers challenge him and Hangman to a game of gay chicken, how is he supposed to say no? He quickly realizes he may have bitten off more than he can chew.

Stay the Night by theinsouciantknitter {T}

And if this is what we've got Then what we've got is gold We're shining bright and I want you I want you to know

we could make constellations by emseebeans {E}

It’s the night before the Dagger Squad is officially disbanded, and Bradley can’t sleep. Ever since he read the mission report, he can’t stop thinking about Jake. And when they run into each other in the halls of the barracks, one night might be enough to change their relationship forever.

blue memories by callsignvalley {E}

Taking a deep breath, Jake tries not to lose his nerve, summons the last bit of anger and discontent that’s been simmering for nearly a year now. “I want a divorce.” Bradley blinks from his spot on the annoyingly stylish chair next to the bed. Rolls the rocks glass of whiskey in his hands slowly before answering. “Okay.” + aka the musician bradley au

steal me with a kiss by abliafina {T}

What do you get when you take one ridiculously cocky model and one stubborn makeup artist? A recipe for disaster of course, but with some luck maybe the outcome won't be as bad as initially expected.

The Only Exception by mackwinnon {E}

Organized crime AU. Escort Jake meets Bradley in a club while he's with another client. Bradley's instantly intrigued and makes Jake an offer he can't refuse. It's just business. Until it isn't. Or: Self-indulgent Hangster AU.

wreck my plans (that's my man) by Ravens_Words {T}

Fake dating turns into a fake engagement, which then snowballs into a fake (almost) wedding.

Anti-Camera Shy by ReformedTsundere {M}

"Look," Jake says, sighing as he pulls his arm across his chest to stretch out the taxed muscle of his shoulder. His words falter when a shadow appears in the doorway of his gym room, a body leaning casually against the frame, familiar and amused eyes watching him with a quirked brow. It kicks up something hot in Jake's belly. He can't stop himself from smirking, forcing himself to refocus on the phone before someone realizes he's distracted and starts asking questions he doesn't want to answer. "He's gonna have his opinions all he wants, the wrong ones, mind you, but I'm not gonna let him ruffle my feathers because he thinks street tacos beat out Gumbo Shack."

tell the truth, I look better under you by lesbiseresin {G}

Before Bradley knows it, there’s a hand landing on his shoulder and squeezing as Hangman slips past him towards the door. “Hope you don’t snore. Otherwise I might have to shove your face into a pillow,” he tells him, completely cheerful. It makes Bradley want to reach for his collar again, face no longer numb but burning hot in a way he hopes doesn’t show through in color. Instead, he tightens his jaw and does what he’s been doing for the past few days every time Hangman tries to push one of his buttons. He ignores him. (alternatively: and they were bunkmates…)

the stars align (just one time) by OfTheDirewolves {M}

In one world a prince fell in love with a lord but the world was cruel and they were robbed of the time they deserved... In another two pilots meet at top gun but it will take them too long to fully understand what they mean to each other. or Jake and Bradley fall in love over multiple lifetimes, will they finally get it right? or will they keep getting in their own way? A Bradley Bradshaw x Jake Seresin Reincarnation AU

Flying in Less Than Ideal Circumstances (And the Best Possible Outcomes) by ToukoJalorda003 {M}

All Rooster had ever wanted was to be a WSO. He’d never had any interest in being a pilot - and when he finally got what he wanted, he’d hardly expected to be paired with Hangman, of all people. But perhaps it wasn’t all bad. Maybe. If he would be willing to admit that Hangman wasn’t terrible. That might have been easier to do, though, before everything went just slightly wrong.

Yes, Alpha by chase_acow {E}

“I’m not looking to get bitched, Bradshaw,” Jake drawled, tipping his head back to kill the rest of his bottle. “So, whatever little fantasy you’ve got going on in that little hamster wheel of yours, get over it.” “But, you-” Bradley stuttered to a stop, twisting around to plant his elbow on the bar so he could study Jake better. The man was handsome as ever, with his sharp jaw and long torso leading down to his low-slung pants. “You like it. You like . . . taking it.” “I do,” Jake agreed, sliding his empty bottle onto the counter and then pulling Bradley’s fresh one from his numb fingers to take a drink. “I also like being me. Christ, Rooster, look at me. Why would I change anything about this perfection?”

Midnight at the Shoreline by monkiedude {T}

Jake likes to plan their beach week. Bradley messes it up.

Most Arduously by MadeItUp {M}

When the Dean of Hale South Western College announces a prestigious new writing course, rival Associate Professors Dr Jake Seresin and Dr Bradley Bradshaw find they've got to co-operate. But as the two of them pit their disciplines against one another, each set on proving the other wrong, they're grudgingly forced to admit that in order to teach, they've got to learn... Jake stares forlornly at his laptop as he contemplates withdrawing his acceptance. But damn if that wouldn’t make Bradley fucking Bradshaw happy. And Jake would rather drive himself to the depths of misery than give that dickhead one single second of satisfaction.

make a lil' room for me by callsignyours {G}

Jake somehow ends up with Bradley's dog.

august sipped away (like a bottle of wine) by k0ralik {E}

Jake isn’t sure when he and Bradley started seeing eye to eye. Maybe it was when Rooster was chosen to fly the mission instead of him and he had to step down, following orders, forced to give up competitiveness. Maybe it was the countless games of poker and many, many bottles of beer later. or: 5 times Jake and Bradley go for it in not-so-private places + 1 time they actually find a bed

Lost Boy by Earthangel_44 {E}

Jake has to face the consequences after he stole from the pirate.

31 Flavors and Counting by infinitejaust {G}

Jake has a terrible sweet tooth. He doesn’t indulge it much - you don’t get to have great abs and dessert every day. But there's something about that little concessions stand down the beach... For the prompt: Meet-cute at the beach! Bradley works at an ice cream shop and meets lifeguard Jake.

We're Crashing Like Waves by Renai_chan {M}

Jake is a movie star looking to get some surfing lessons and Bradley is a surfer living a quiet life in Hawaii. Like the land and the sea, they come together on the edges of O‘ahu.

Days Like This by chase_acow {E}

Jake's in Hawaii to lose himself after getting the Navy's first air-to-air kill in decades. Instead he finds a ramshackle diner, a cast of odd characters, and possibly the love of his life. Bradley goes to the Hard Deck to order waffles. He orders waffles. He goes to the Hard Deck to get some waffles. He goes to the Hard Deck, and who is this hot asshole acting like they know each other?

What's my worth? by WaffleToaster {E}

Twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight… These were the only thoughts that rang through his head. Twenty-nine, thirty. Two breaths. One and two. They weren't friends, they didn't even like each other and whatever they had going between them meant nothing. And then the mission happened. Or how Bradley and Jake went from hating each other to caring a little too much.

If Safety was all That was Desired (And Love was all That Could be Offered) by ToukoJalorda003 {M}

For an embarrassing length of time, one which he didn’t feel like admitting, Hangman had been trying his best to safeguard Rooster - even when the man in question couldn’t have been bothered with him. But Hangman understood that much - he just wanted Rooster safe. So when he noticed that Bradshaw was sicker than normal, well…he wasn’t going to let that slide.

Cuddle Bug in Training by ReformedTsundere {T}

"I'm not dating any psychopaths this time, Nat, promise," Bradley says, trying for lightness but only managing something so tired he's surprised he hadn't yawned the whole way through. Natasha snorts, her arms unfolding, but the look on her face remains painfully unimpressed.

An Unexpected Visitor by DraconisWing24441 {T}

It's been a year since the mission, a year since Bradley and Jake have seen each other and decided to start over, but as friends. But when Jake decides to show up at Bradley's house one night, old feelings are rekindled and starting over, together, suddenly seems a hell of a lot more possible than before. ***** Unlocking the door, Bradley yanked it open with the full intention of ripping into the person pounding on his door for no good reason only to freeze as the open door revealed a soaking wet Hangman on his front stoop. Frozen in shock – he hadn’t seen Hangman since the mission ended – Bradley found himself just staring at him as he tried to process the presence of the blonde aviator in front of him. Bradley asked, “Hangman? Wh–what are you doing here? And why are you soaking wet?”

Southern Summer Nights by lizbeth_e {T}

Badly injured after an accident while on deployment, Bradley finds himself stuck in a small Texas town with his estranged godfather, wishing he could be almost anywhere but here. Until a certain blonde rancher makes him start to think otherwise. Jake is just trying to keep his head above water as he takes care of his family ranch, working day in and out, after a family tragedy left them all a little off-kilter. But when an injured fighter pilot stumbles into his life, he finds that some of that stress and responsibility begins to fade away.

like sticky sweet lemonade by greatea {E}

When Jake looks back down at this phone, he notices for the first time that he has two unread messages, along with three unanswered calls. After he had left the plane, he had stuffed his phone in his pocket, just after he had punched the address of the cottage into the car. His reception must have been shit, because one of the calls came in just after he landed. Javy must have given up on calling him after that, because the last two notifications from him are a message, sent just thirty minutes ago. It seems that Tash forgot you were staying at the cottage, she only told me today. Bradley asked her a few days ago n she gave him the other key. srry!!! And then don't kill each other pls. - or the one where Jake and Bradley haven’t seen each other in four years and run into each other on vacation. Jake’s not happy.

take a deep breath, baby (let me in) by perishablealex {E}

It’s been months after the mission and Bradley still feels unstable on his feet, can’t stop the tremor in his hands. It’s been months and he should be okay — but he’s not. After the fourth of July, things begin to change. Or: Bradley deals with PTSD after the mission with an unexpected companion by his side.

One and Only by hngstercity {E}

“C’mon, Bradley.” Oh, now he’s using his real name? Fuck him. “You haven’t had anyone after him.” “I did. You know I did, Maverick. You’re the nosiest Alpha I know, and I know you know any time I’ve slept with someone. You can’t keep your fucking nose out of my business.” And he means it literally, because anytime Bradley had someone over, the next day Pete would always inflate his nostrils to process every single scent that came out of Bradley. Including his hormones, including Jake’s missing ones. “That’s exactly what I’m saying. You haven’t had anyone you loved after him. You haven’t mated. If I asked you to talk to me about love, would you tell me about someone that isn’t him?” No. And that’s the fucking problem. - Jake is back in town, and Bradley is forced to face him, their past and their future.

in another life by lemqnie {M}

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw is too afraid to take up his own Weapons System Officer. He meets WSO Jake "Hangman" Seresin, and the fear gets worse: he falls in love with him.

Let Me Face Hurricanes by Cristinuke {E}

Hangman and Rooster are caught and held captive by the enemy. This is always less than ideal, but then they learn their captors decide to take a different approach in interrogation, and they suddenly realize that escape is about to get a lot harder.

You've Got Me Hypnotized by theinsouciantknitter {E}

Jake has a problem. A six foot one, hundred and eighty pound, absolutely fucking stacked problem. It’s got auburn curls, rugged scars, honey brown eyes. It’s the kind of problem that makes him want to slam his head into a wall and then maybe mope over a Jane Austen novel. The problem haunts both his dreams and his waking hours. The problem also hates him, which is just the icing on the cake because the problem is Bradley Bradshaw, and Jake is in love with him.

The New Revolution by Brenda {E}

Jake Seresin is the biggest asshole Bradley's ever met, with a competitive streak that borders on the pathological, has no idea how to keep his goddamn mouth shut, starts shit just to watch the sparks fly, treats his body like a temple and never lets anyone forget it, runs laps around everyone up in the air (well, everyone except Mav and Phoenix) — And as God is his fucking witness, one day Bradley is going to snap and kill him. (By which, what Bradley really means is, he wants to fuck Jake so bad it's making him stupid.)

cosa nostra (this thing of ours) by lemqnie {_}

Bradley is the prettiest thing Jake has ever laid eyes on. It's a shame he's a rival gang's heir and Jake has to kill him.

Song #86 by LadyLanera {T}

How would the bar scene of changed things if Rooster kissed Hangman instead?

Misconceptions by SamHeartfilia {M}

Jake "Hangman" Seresin received an incomplete mating claim from one Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw a week after graduating from the Naval Academy. No one but his best friend know, and now that the uranium mission is over, things are looking up. His claim is completed and he's feeling like himself for the first time in years. Of course, everything starts change when his secrets come out. Secrets he was only just coming to terms with himself.

Priest 'verse by theinsouciantknitter {E}

One Look From You (And I Would Fall From Grace)

Jake didn’t expect this when he moved in with his grandmother. He expected to be roped into attending church with her, that’s all fine and dandy. He didn’t expect that the priest would look like that, though. He didn’t expect that he would be funny, and quick-witted. He didn’t expect him to be that young. He didn’t expect to fall in love with him.

Like a Little Prayer

Bradley has a difficult decision

Before This River Becomes an Ocean

Conversations must be had, and this is one Jake wants to avoid.

It Goes Like This (the Fourth, the Fifth)

Jake just has to get through the planning of the wedding, and then they're home free.

the Minor Fall, the Major Lift

A steadfast resolution

if you're looking for absolution (well get on your knees) by milestaller {E}

Jake comes home to Texas for the summer, where he meets his church's new priest. Tempting him feels like the best kind of bad idea.

get into it (yuh) by milestaller {E}

When Jake wakes up with a problem that he needs to deal with quickly, Rooster offers to lend a helping hand. Out of the goodness of his heart, obviously.

elevated levels by ginnydear {E}

A five year mission is a long time, especially when you're a first time captain.

what time is it where you are (i miss you more than anything) by cryinginthebronco {G}

Sipping on his coffee, Jake unlocks his phone and smiles to himself when he’s greeted by a stream of new messages. There are a few from his sisters and Javy, but he gets those out of the way with short replies. The thread he leaves for last is filled with short messages, photos, and a couple of videos, and Jake has to bite his lip to keep himself from smiling like an idiot. It takes him a couple of sweeps to get to the first unread message that makes warmth spread in his chest as he reads it. or jake and bradley trying to navigate a long-distance relationship

When the Waters Run Deep (Trust Them not to Pull You Under) by ToukoJalorda003 {M}

In all of Jake’s life, all he had ever wanted was to be a marine biologist. He adored the ocean and it’s inhabitants more than anything else. He thought he had everything he’d ever wanted. Until his boss sent him on a mission that he’d almost died on - forcing him to realign his perspective, and realize perhaps there was something else he wanted, after all.

Your Voice Can Take Me There by greenstuff {E}

“I’m not that drunk,” Bradley protests. Jake stops pushing him and falls in step at his side instead. Bradley immediately misses the warm pressure against his back. “So you don’t want to go back to your place?” Jake asks in an undertone.

jet blue skies by winterbitch {M}

Neither Hangman nor Rooster have any idea how come none of their friends know they're married, and have been for years. Sure, they're not the most affectionate in public, but they're smitten with each other, and to be honest, they went at it in way too many public spaces not to be caught. Apparently, their friends and Captain are just not that bright, which turns very interesting when Rooster becomes obsessed with getting Mavering and Iceman together. Somehow, through it all, neither Hangman nor Rooster realise their marriage is somehow a secret... or secret relationship hangster but their friends are just idiots + icemav getting together + a lot of fluff

(sometimes I feel) like a monkey pilot by charlie_mou {_}

Mav’s both eyebrows twitched. “That does sound like it’s going to be a problem.” “I didn’t mean it like that,” he said, making himself look straight ahead, avoiding eye contact. “He’s a shithead in the same way you are.” “Bradley,” Mav said, and he was using that tone, the one that made Bradley feel like he was fifteen again. “What? It’s true. He has the same lack of brain-to-mouth filter, doesn’t know when to quit, I can go on if you want,” he said, but Mav didn’t take the bait. They marched down the tarmac, getting closer and closer to the others’ hearing range, and Mav was still staring at him, expecting an explanation. He sighed. “He’s my ex-boyfriend.” “Your—” Mav exclaimed, falling a step behind Bradley, before catching up, striding inches away from Bradley’s side. “From before?” "Yep." “Why didn’t you say anything?” God, why was this tarmac so long? “As much as I’d prefer to avoid him, orders are orders, Mav.” Or, it's time for the special detachment and Bradley's decisions from five years ago are finally catching up with him.

ignition by charlie_mou {_}

In a reality where Mav had an adult, honest conversation with his kid instead of going behind his back, said kid didn’t run off and cut contact -- no, he decided to figure out if there was something he wanted to do aside from being a naval aviator. And thus, Fire Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw has been working at San Diego Fire Department for close to fourteen years when the Dagger Squad is assembled for a special detachment. Or, 5 times Jake crossed paths with Fire Lieutenant Bradshaw and 1 time he met Maverick's son

slow down (you're doing fine) by charlie_mou {M}

"But have you ever thought about what happened after?" Suddenly, Jake felt like the tone alarm was going off and he was stuck in the cockpit with the hydraulics out. "After?" "His dad died before he even turned three. His mom died a week after he turned nine. Have you thought about what happened after?" Or, Seven years after their break up, Jake and Bradley are finally about to admit why it happened. But instead of resolving whatever there is between them, Bradley starts giving Jake heart attacks while in the sky - and Jake has a feeling it's all about more than flying. Going to Maverick for advice might just clear things up for him. (or, I heard 'slow ride' and 'waiting for the right moment' and made it into a backstory for all of Rooster's issues)

hold me like a grudge by lesbiseresin {M}

Whatever truce he and Hangman might’ve temporarily made on the beach still wasn’t enough for Bradley to want to hang out with the guy in his free time. Except, here he is with the Bronco pulled into one of the spaces that line the stretch of sidewalk beside Hangman’s house. He can see Hangman’s truck sitting in the driveway and the light for the living room turned on inside. Hangman is here, and so is Bradley. For what exactly, he isn’t sure. He knows he’s searching for something. An answer, maybe. Figuring that out would require thinking, which isn’t what this is supposed to be about, but the uncertainty must show on his face. Hangman opens the door without him even having to knock, eyebrows raised and the obvious question quick to come. “What are you doing here, Bradshaw?” (alternatively: in which bradley takes the phrase ‘don’t think, just do’ a little too literally)

Trouble With Comms by ForASecondThereWedWon {E}

Bradley gets himself a gig as Jake’s back-seater. Now that he’s a little more familiar with the circuit breakers, it’s easy to switch off the radio and be the only voice in Jake’s ear.

i’m looking your way by Hail_the_gay {T}

your face was the one i wanted my mind to conjure

Bradley Bradshaw finally arrives at Basic Training at age 25 and meets Jake Seresin, a royal pain in his ass — The men in the bunks surrounding him were already talking, a few louder than most. A blonde sitting across from him seems to be talking to the person above him. Bradley doesn’t want to look, making it obvious he’s been listening in, so he stares at his lap, eyes glossing over. “I’m from Texas, lived on a ranch for the first 18 years of my life until I went to Louisiana state for 2 years to get a bachelors in civil engineering. Then came straight out here after graduation. What about you?”

I’m trying hard to forget you

Mav pulled my papers.” Jake almost spits out his coffee. He’s sitting on the balcony on a nice July morning, cramped into a patio chair he took from his neighbors when they moved out. Bradley’s next to him on a plastic lawn chair, nursing a cup of tea. “Excuse me?” “Mav? My dad’s best friend? When I was 18, he pulled my papers to the Naval Academy. So I... I was stuck for four years. I went to UVA and got my degree until I put my papers in again. I was so obsessed with being able to go to the academy that I did that instead of just graduating from NROTC. I made sure he didn’t know and finally got accepted. I resented him for years. Still kind of do.” — Jake doesn’t know about Maverick until they’re together for a few years. Snapshots of Jake learning about Maverick and not forgiving him.

watching from afar

“I am good, Rooster. I am very good.” The cocky grin on his face doesn’t faze the aforementioned Lieutenant, who nods at Bob and rolls his eyes at Hangman, who continues after a pause. “In fact, I am too good to be true.” “Shut up, Seresin. No one wants to listen to your whining on a Friday night. It’s just stressing everyone out more.” — The 5 times everyone thought Hangman and Rooster might have something going on, and the one time their suspicions were confirmed

it’s so weird to be back here

“Hey, where’d Bradley go? I thought he was going to be here.” “I don’t know. Maybe ask his friends? They’ve been here all night but I haven’t seen him once.” She gestures to the group of aviators at the pool table. They’re all crowded around Bob, silent, before bursting into cheers and high fiving the man. He doesn’t see Hangman either, unable to find the cowboy hat he usually pairs with his civvies. “No Jake either.” He points out. Penny looks up and frowns when she can’t see Hangman. — Maverick finally finds out about Bradley and Jake

i was enchanted to meet you (please don't be in love with someone else) by starryinspace {G}

“Your date bailed? On Valentine's Day?” Jake flashes Bradley a toothy grin but there’s no warmth behind it. “Broke up with me, actually. Five minutes ago.” “Shit.” - or jake gets dumped on valentine's day & bradley comes to the rescue.

speak low if you speak love by andrealyn {T}

You'd think that after the Dagger mission, Hangman and Rooster would pull their heads out of their asses and realize that they're both being idiots about how they clearly want to get together. Unfortunately for everyone around them, their stubbornness reigns supreme. It leaves their friends with no choice but to Much Ado the shit out of matchmaking them together.

bad idea, right? by ok_thanks {M}

From: ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOT!!! (AGAIN) No greeting for me? Don’t I get that Bradshaw hospitality?

I took the stars from your eyes and then I made a map by dalearden {E}

Before Jake knows it, his jaw has dropped and the gears in his brain have stopped turning as he struggles to process what he’s seeing. He’s seen Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw all dressed up before, a few times over through the course of their respective careers that kept forcing them together as though fate was playing a twisted little game with them, but somehow, this time it hits different.

Maverick for America by LetPeteBeMaverick

Lend me your hand and we'll conquer them all {M}

Pete "Maverick" Mitchell may not have won the Top Gun trophy, but he did win the 2020 Presidential Election. Luckily, his wingman is there to keep his feet on the ground.

Seven Visitor Passes {T}

The seven people who visit Bradley Bradshaw in the hospital.

There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin {E}

Jake first kisses Bradley outside the Hard Deck in 2012, but that's only half the story.

Schooner Or Later by TwiceInABlueM00n {G}

Jake “Hangman” Seresin is a sea otter. And Bradley Loves Sea otters.

Cherry by lovelybattle {E}

Hangman is sitting in the sand, ankles crossed in front of him as he reclines to look up at the stars. He rests his weight on one hand, the other occupied with the second popsicle he’s eaten in a row, this one red. Bradley has been watching the entire time.

Yin and Yang by Just_A_Regular_Person {M}

Rooster’s and Hangman’s relationship was…complicated. They were opposites of each other but could still complete each other. They like to tell themselves that all they do is fight and can never stand to be in the same room with each other unless someone says a catty comment. But deep down, their fighting was because they could never tell each other their secrets. Their inner demons. So they thought they could solve everything with just a physical relationship. Sex. Silencing words with just a kiss. But after awhile, they realized kisses, sex, holding hands, and hugs could not solve something that needed to be said in words. So that’s when they called it quits. Until they meet again at Top Gun.

hot as a fever, rattling bones by Notchka88 {E}

If the weather is going to be even half as bad as the dire warnings suggest, they should drop by the store before the heatwave starts—Bradley will probably have a comparison of A/C models and specs before the day’s over—but instead of agreeing sensibly, Jake decides to put his foot in it. There’s something about his need to rile Bradley up that overrides all his common sense. “Just sayin’—in Texas that’s a regular week, not a,” he adds air quotes for extra obnoxiousness, injecting a dose of scorn into his voice, “heat advisory.” (Jake lays a trap and gets caught in it.)

Aim Small Miss Small by cheaptrickandacheesyoneliner {T}

Jake always liked pretty things. Growing up, he led with his eyes first—latching onto the shiny, bold, and confident. It took a bit for the lesson to sink in that some pretty things aren’t for having and keeping. Not that it ever stopped him wanting. Bradley and Jake met years before being called back to Top Gun, but they didn’t get off on the right foot and Jake’s never been able to let it go.

be the ocean where I unravel by whimsicule {T}

He’s not even thirty years old. A lieutenant in the United States Navy. A highly-decorated aviator with two air-to-air kills. And he’s suddenly gone ahead and become scared of the goddamn sea. What a fucking joke.

#hangster #sereshaw #hangaroo #bradley rooster bradshaw x jake hangman seresin #hangman x rooster #hangster fic recs #hangster recs list 4 #ongoing list #I need a shorter version because I have way too many bookmarks on AO3 #I appreciate the work of the Hangster's fan artists and authors #Thank you for feeding the obsession of so many...myself very much included!#love and appreciation #🐈red🐈furry🐈cat🐈tag🐈

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inksandpensblog · 3 months ago

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are you a “self-insert/oc fixes everything” fan or a “characters watch/read their own story” fan

#fandom #I’m a ‘characters watch the show’ fan myself #and it’s awful /lh #I love those fics but it’s so hard to find ones that are actually good #and of the few I’ve found most are abandoned #there was an FMAB one that got taken down (Truth Revealed)#another FMAB one inspired by that first one which hasn’t been updated in ages #a Cocoa one with some excellent setup that likewise hasn’t been updated in ages #a currently-ongoing AvA one #and an ‘Avengers watch Thor’ one which I actually think is the best from a composition perspective #…actually there might’ve been another Avengers one #except the premise was the whole helacarrier getting teleported to a universe where their lives are just the movies #that one wasn’t on ao3 though and I’m not combing through ffn.net

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midnightdemonhunter · 1 year ago

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Finally a guy with my sense of humor!

#miraculous ladybug #le chien kim #dark humor #akuma #midnight draws #ml derision #posted months after watching this ep in honor of my ongoing delightful struggle to write kim Exactly Right in my fics #ive got the double unpopular opinion of liking Derision as a kim fan. like yeah it makes me go ?? but also honestly. mostly in character on #kims part. for how consistently the term In Character can be used to define kim. but like. guys the episode is honestly being really nice #ive seen people say they hate kim now and its like really? this is the ep? the one where they specifically make it super clear that he #originally had nothing but good intentions? looking back at s1 kim Derision Kim is. not quite written the same but he's the same shade of #Jerk. which i personally deeply enjoy. ALSO this ep gave him struggles with taking things seriously and romance which. honestly all i could #ever want. peace and love on planet earth.

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astranauticus · 6 months ago

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desperately wish we had an english version of lofter because i feel like it's the platform i've used with the best setup in terms of letting creators work be seen mostly just by having a bog standard 'sort by popularity filter by current month/week/day' on tag searches that actually works properly

#asto speaks #brought on by a thread i saw of advice for artists on twitter than made me want to jump into the sun #'tweets have a shelf life of like 5 minutes' what if i ate dirt #neat thing about lofter is that it's very explicitly a platform for fan work creation like their own internal store is all fandom merch #so like a lot of its features are clearly designed with like content creation in mind #as opposed to just scream into the void style social medias like twitter or insta #like its archival/organisation features are so so good #actually i'm not sure what's the way people normally use lofter bc there's a. your homepage recommendations b. your feed c. trawling tags #OH and they have like. on your feed there's a bar for like which of the people you follow have updated since the last time you checked #so like you just never miss stuff from people you follow #incredible for trying to keep up with like if you're following a writer witj an ongoing longform fics

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webspools · 8 months ago

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If anyone’s hungry for Correct spideypool opinions and you Also like indie music, I made this playlist you should toootally check out 👀

#If you 🫵 enjoy imagining stories in your head or are looking for background music for fics/comics you just might like it 👀👀#technically the playlist is ongoing but I’m still really happy with it where it is rn #like all music it’s not for everyone but………… I mean 👀👀👀👀#(I am so so desperate to share this and evoke joy in another spideypool fan I’m pretty proud of it please pleas pl)#spideypool #my playlists #spiidey.txt #indie rock #indie music

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crybaby-bkg · 2 years ago

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why every time I get an angsty yandere idea it always applies to gojo the best :(((

#I can’t write him normal for the life of me #and the one time I did I HATEDDDD IT!!!!!#til this day I can’t even reread it which is RARE #bc I never like to think my writing is bad #but good lordt I’m not a fan of the one time I wrote him relatively normal LOL #and I wanna write this idea but #1. I’m supposed to be on a hiatus and I know if I focus on this I wrote write #my original ongoing story #and 2. every time I write for him it always ends up being so LONGGGGG #I can never write a quick 3k word fic of him #it has to be evolving and long winded and explained that this mf is STRANGE in an unsettling yet charming way #lordt help me #I don’t even wanna write it rn either cause I’ve been doing my finals #and I’m sick of staring at my goddamn computer #I complain so much sorry #—in store chit chat! 🍫

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latrodectal · 1 year ago

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i remember a supernatural/dark angel bnf who bragged about working in hollywood and knowing so much about everything and who was tbh kind of a giant snob and an asshole who flipped out at the reference to the exorcist in the episode that featured linda blair because she didn’t get that it was a reference.

#like i’m sorry you’re that much of a snob and you throw a hissyfit about not knowing a very basic reference?#this is the same person who hated the albas so much she brought krit back to suicide bomb terminal city #(in her ongoing m/a fic that i’m pretty sure never got finished and i don’t think is up anymore)#the 2000s were an even darker time for dark angel/max fans than it is now fic writers HATED max so much #dark angel #supernatural #i kinda hope she finds this tbh i know she’s still writing

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cutie-writes · 2 years ago

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A Firsthand Secondhand Guide to Teyvat: An Unwilling Traveler’s Adventure

A Genshin Impact Fanfiction

At the start of his journey in finding his missing sister, Aether stumbles upon and old yet interesting journal in the favonius library. Torn to shreds over the years, he decides to use the remaining blank pages to fill out his own guide.

He didn’t know that the author was the one person he’d been searching for.

ao3 link

#cutie writes #safe read #genshin impact #hoyoverse #genshin fanfic #genshin fic #fanfiction #fan fiction #ongoing fic #Aether #lumine #Paimon #khaenri'ah #khaenriah #Teyvat #mondstadt #liyue #inazuma #sumeru

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Rollercoaster (Part 16 of Alley Cat)

Image Credit: kissmegoodbye.net / Nathan Dumlao / Amber Kipp

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem! Reader

Word Count: 6808

Summary: Matt's attempts to relax after work are marred by worries. It's a night of ups and downs for both of you. Continuation of Part 15 - The Interrogation

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, swearing, emotional rollercoaster, referenced sex, referenced sexual harassment, referenced police misconduct, stress, anxiety, referenced hallucinations, rough kiss, forehead kiss

Alley Cat Masterlist

Matt Murdock Masterlist

My General Masterlist

Tags:@loves0phelia, @nowheredreamer, @bellaxgiornata, @mattmurdocks6thscaleapartment

Also posted on AO3

Part 16 - Rollercoaster

Matt stretched his arms over his head. His muscles and joints complained loudly about how long he had been sitting at his desk today. But it couldn’t be helped. Shortly after lunch, he had discovered that Burke & Winthrop had filed even more motions in the Al-Farsi case. Most matched their usual pattern of almost but not quite frivolous but a couple had tripped over that particular line.

Big mistake, Matt thought with a smile. It probably wasn’t a nice smile. He was feeling the same vicious pleasure that he always did when he had someone on the ropes.

“Wow, whose getting their ass kicked this time?”

Foggy, standing in the door of his office, sounding cheerful despite the long day they both had. Karen had already left for the day. She said something about a lead she wanted to check out for a case she was sharing with Jessica. They had been working together a lot lately . . .

“What makes you think I’m kicking someone’s ass?” he asked.

“I know that smile, buddy,” Foggy said. “You’ve scented blood. So who’s the unlucky bastard, this time?”

“Burke & Winthrop,” Matt said. “You know how Justice Watanabe just warned them about their motion practice?”

“Yeah?” Foggy asked, growing excitement in his voice. “Did they ignore his warning?”

“They did,” Matt confirmed.

“Bad move,” Foggy said with a certain amount of relish. He knew well as Matt did that Justice Watanabe was a very serious, no nonsense judge. He didn’t make idle threats – if he told you he was going to sanction you for doing something, he was going to sanction you. Nor was he going to appreciate the inherent disrespect of having his instructions blatantly ignored like this. Rule 11 sanctions weren’t a guarantee – there was still time for Burke & Winthrop to withdraw the offending motions or modify them just enough to make them acceptable. But they might not and since Justice Watanabe had already warned them, it might not really matter if they do . . . still just a possibility but it was sweet.

“Wanna go to Josie’s?”

Matt considered the offer. It sounded good. He had done everything he could today. You were working – your message said you were even planning to continue working from home after you ate dinner. He hadn’t hung with his friends in a while . . . especially just him and Foggy.

“Sure, Fogs,” he said. “Will Karen and Jessica be joining us?”

“Nah,” Foggy said. Matt could hear the smile in his voice. “Just us avocados tonight.”

“We’re not just avocados, Foggy,” Matt teased. “We’re the best avocados in this city, remember?”

Foggy laughed. “Damn straight. But right now, this avocado needs a beer.”

It didn’t take them long to close up the office and make their way over to Josie’s. The bar had just the right amount of crowd tonight. Big enough to make the place feel lively without making it crowded. Or so loud that he had to cut the outing short before he developed a migraine. The conversation and laughter that filled the bar buffed up against him like a gentle wave. Something he was aware of but could largely ignore. He still held his white cane in his hand but there were enough other regulars in the crowd that he didn’t really need it to get a path cleared to the bar.

“Murdock, Nelson,” Josie greeted them with mock gruffness. He heard the thunk of two glasses hitting the bar and sliding toward them. He recognized the distinctive mixture of sour-sweet-bitter that made up the bar’s brand of draft beer.

“Josie, you are a saint,” Foggy said, grabbing his beer and taking a big gulp before he even tried to sit down. Matt couldn’t blame him. Neither had them had lucked out with opposing counsel today. Matt had gotten Burke & Winthrop. Foggy had Nigel Norwood from Norwood & Sons.

Norwood had been their classmate at Columbia. He didn’t like Matt but he seemed to loathe Foggy in particular. Neither of them had any idea why. Might have been pure snobbishness. Maybe the grandson of a US Senator, scion of a wealthy and prominent New York family hadn’t liked sharing a classroom with the son of a shopkeeper and a public school teacher. They knew that he hadn’t liked getting thoroughly trounced in mock trial by said son. Or that he hadn’t done much better against Foggy in real court cases. Maybe he didn’t like Foggy’s popularity with girls.

For all that Foggy complained about Matt getting all the pretty girls, Foggy had his fair share of admirers. Matt had found himself sexiled to the library several times while they were roommates.

Regardless of the reason, the end result was that Norwood was just as much of a headache as Burke & Winthrop in his own way. Anyone would need a beer after a day like that.

“Save it for your girlfriend, Nelson,” Josie retorted with equally feign annoyance. Matt could tell that she was actually pleased. The banter might have continued but another patron called for her attention and she walked away.

“Speaking of which,” Matt said, folding up his cane and sliding onto a stool. “Where is the lovely Ms. Stahl?”

“Work,” Foggy answered, getting onto his own stool. “Her trial date got moved up and the judge wants the briefing done yesterday.”

Matt made a sympathetic noise. They had all been there. Judges could be impatient like that. He hadn’t forgotten the time their Crim Law professor had her lecture interrupted by a judge who wanted to hear oral arguments on a motion to suppress right then and there. Knowing full well that trying to argue with the judge about his timing would just hurt her case, the professor had just rolled with it. And immediately turned it into a learning opportunity for the class, after getting permission to put the call on speaker phone.

He sipped his beer and wondered if the case you were working on was Marci’s. It was possible. You both worked for the same firm. You had worked as Marci’s paralegal previously. On the other hand, Lee, Everett & Kirby wasn’t exactly small. And there were hundreds of cases on the docket in this city. It could just as easily be a coincidence.

“She was very disappointed,” Foggy continued. “Said that she could really use a beer right now.”

“The changed dates stressed her that much?” Matt asked, frowning. That didn’t sound like Marci. Usually, she thrived under that kind of pressure.

Foggy snorted, “Of course not. She’s fine with that. It’s the new case that she just got assigned to. Or rather it’s who got assigned as her co-counsel on that case.”

“Creepy Asshole?”

“Creepy Asshole,” Foggy confirmed. He didn’t sound happy about it.

Matt scowled. He wasn’t happy about that either. According to Marci, Creepy Asshole was a coworker who treated her like an idiot and never looked higher than her breasts. He had hit on her a few times, through not recently. Apparently he behaved this way toward every woman at the firm but had some kind of connection to the partners that protected him for getting fired. That and he was smart enough to avoid doing and saying anything truly outrageous in front of witnesses.

Marci wouldn’t tell them the man’s name, claiming they might do something dramatic. Like what happened to that guy who had groped her in the library during undergrad. He and Foggy had protested that it was all an accident. Foggy hadn’t mentioned that those bushes said classmate was walking by had very sharp thorns. And Matt certainly hadn’t tripped him with his cane into those bushes. Honest.

That other classmates who exhibited similarly unacceptable behavior had equally bad luck with the topiary around them was sheer coincidence.

Marci hadn’t believe them then and she still didn’t. But not even the solemn vow that Creepy Asshole would have no unfortunate encounters with any plants (through he might have one with the devil) would convince Marci to give them a name.

“I know,” Foggy said, sounding as frustrated as he felt. “Let’s change the subject before I talk myself into borrowing certain items from your apartment. Where’s your new lady tonight?”

“Also working” Matt said. “Her court dates got moved up too.”

Foggy’s hum of acknowledgment was accompanied by the soft swish of hair. Softer than it used to be – Matt still wasn’t entirely used to Foggy’s hair being shorter than his shoulders. Along with other equally quiet sounds and tiny changes in the surrounding air that meant someone was nodding. “You planning on seeing her again?”

It was too easy. “Can’t. I’m blind, remember?”

An irritated huff of air. “I’m giving you a dirty look. You know perfectly well what I meant!”

“You walked right into that one, buddy,” Matt pointed out immediately. “But to answer your question, yes, I am planning to see her again.”

“Good.”

“Good?”

“She makes a very good cake,” Foggy said, sounding almost serious. “And she has already paid us a retainer. Do I need to remind you that we need at least some paying clients?”

“No,” Matt said. “You don’t need to repeat your ‘Con Ed Does Not Accept Bananas’ speech.”

“Hey, don’t knock my bananas speech. It’s very convincing.”

“It is,” Matt said. “I agreed to the sliding scale, didn’t I?”

“You did,” Foggy said. “Despite your bleeding heart.”

“My bleeding heart? I believe it was you who agreed to take the Lincoln case pro bono.

Matt thought that Foggy might be giving him another dirty look. “Don’t act like you weren’t marshaling your arguments for why we had to take that case!”

He smirked. “Didn’t need to. I knew we were going to take that case from the moment Mr. Lincoln walked in our door.”

Foggy grumbled but rather tellingly didn’t argue. Mr. Lincoln had come to them because his landlord was trying to evict him for getting a guide dog, citing the building’s no pets policy. Which didn’t apply to service animals like Cedar. The landlord was probably banking on Mr. Lincoln either not knowing that or lacking the resources to fight it. Unfortunately for the landlord, Nelson & Murdock (for obvious reasons) took a rather dim view on disability discrimination.

Talk quickly turned away from work. Foggy shared the latest Nelson family gossip – who was getting married, which of his cousins was having (another) baby, how one of his little cousins had broken his arm attempting to jump from the roof onto a trampoline and how a different little cousin had gotten her brand-new pink dress covered in duckweed up to the waist while catching frogs . . .

The updates from Maggie had been almost staid by comparison. The teens had stolen some bottles of communion wine and attempted to get themselves drunk off of it. A black cat whose white markings made it look like it was wearing a priest’s collar had effectively moved into the church. Between its appearance and that its favorite napping spots being the pulpit and the confessional booth, the kids had taken to calling it Father Meow. Thankfully, Father Tomas took the cat’s habit of meowing loudly during certain amount of Mass and the resulting giggles in stride.

A home safe message from you still hadn’t arrived by the time Matt was finishing his beer but he wasn’t worried. Not yet. It didn’t normally take you this long to get home but you weren’t actually late. Not yet. There was no reason to worry yet. Maybe the subway was running slow today. Or you had decided to stop for take-out instead of cooking tonight. Or needed to run an errand like grabbing some milk or picking up the dry cleaning. He wasn’t worried.

Foggy finished his own beer – he had slowed down after that first big gulp – and from the sounds of the stool creaking, had shifted to look around.

“Looks like one of the pool tables is opening up,” Foggy said. “Wanna play?”

“Sure,” Matt said, eager to give his mind something to focus on. There was nothing to worry about. Everything was fine.

He played a couple games of pool. He drank a second beer. He engaged in playful banter with Foggy about food that ranged whether pineapple belonged on pizza to best foods. They agreed to disagree on the first (again). For the latter, Foggy’s champion was his grandmother’s chocolate cake (“You can’t even taste the sauerkraut!” / “Maybe you can’t.”) but Matt remained devoted to his dad’s stew (even if making it was always bittersweet and sometimes downright painful).

And the entire time his phone remained still and silent.

It was unlikely that he had missed the notification chime but he checked anyway. Not a single missed call, unheard voice mail, or unread text message . . . . you should have gotten home by now . . .

Fear began to blossom in his chest as he called you even as he tried to tell himself that he was worrying about nothing . . . maybe you had simply run into a friend and lost track of time. Lord knew he and Foggy could talk for hours without realizing how much time had passed . . .

The phone rang and rang but the only answer was a computer saying ‘Hello, you have reached the phone of . . .’

He left a message, tried to play off his concern by teasingly asking you if you somehow managed to end up in Queens. Again. It had been long enough . . .

He slipped his phone back into his pocket and returned his attention to the pool table. But he couldn’t concentrate on it . . . his mind was on his all too quiet phone . . . on sitting on the urge to go home, grab his burner and ask the spider kid if he had met any lost paralegals tonight even if that was bound to make the other vigilante curious . . .

“What’s wrong?” Foggy asked, his heartbeat shifting into its worried rhythm. He lowered his voice before continuing, “Are you hearing something that needs Daredevil?”

“Maybe, maybe not,” Matt said and explained the situation.

“She’s probably fine,” Foggy said but his heart gave away the lie. He wasn’t convinced of that either. Even if you had decided to walk the entire way from the Upper East Side, you ought to be home by now. “You just called her . . . let’s give her a few more minutes to call back.”

Matt agreed and waited, trying not to think about all the ways you could be not fine . . . He wasn’t very successful, the vicious part of his imagination conjuring all of the evils that could have befallen you . . . those awful moments when someone he cared about (loved) heartbeat sputtered to a stop . . . St. Patrick, I beseech thee to protect . . .

You didn’t call back. Matt called again but as before, you didn’t answer. He left another message but couldn’t keep the worry out of his voice this time. As the minutes ticked by agonizingly slow . . . he picked at the label on the empty beer bottle and listened. Not to his phone but beyond . . . training his ears toward your apartment. Hoping that you were there. If you were simply ignoring him, it would hurt but at least you’d be alive . . . but what if you had some kind of accident and couldn’t reach your phone? Had you been lying on the floor of your apartment, in terrible pain, hoping he’d heard your cries for help?

But the only heartbeat he found in your apartment belonged to Houdini. He couldn’t heard that distinctive rhythm anywhere in your building . . .

A hand grabbing his shoulder shattered his concentration. The sounds of the city rose and threatened to drown him in a roaring river of noise. But that was a war that Matt had been fighting since he was nine. He hadn’t lost a battle in a while. He regained control and within it, recognized the hand gripping his shoulder. Along with increasing frantic voice that went with it. Foggy.

“-can hear me? Matt!”

“I can hear you,” Matt said. He tried not to be irritated at his best friend. Foggy had good reason to worry when Matt didn’t appear to be responding to sound. He had only discovered Matt like that once but apparently that was enough to get it permanently etched in Foggy’s mind.

“Did your hearing get wonky again?”

“No,” he said. “Just the opposite. I was trying to see if she was in her apartment or not.”

“Josie’s is close enough to her place that you can do that?” Foggy asked. He sounded surprised. Even after all this time and their many heart-to-hearts after their reconciliation, the extent of Matt’s senses still surprised him.

“Yes,” Matt said. “Just takes a little concentration.”

“Show off,” Foggy said. “So is she there?’

“No.”

“Alright, let’s start looking,” Foggy said, his hand sliding off Matt’s shoulder and into his pocket. He pulled something out – probably his phone. “First things first, let’s see if she ever actually left the office. She works at Lee, Everett & Kirby, right?”

Matt nodded.

“Would Marci know her?”

“She ought to,” Matt said. “She’s been Marci’s paralegal more than once.”

“Good,” Foggy said and did something on his phone. Calling someone as it began to ring . . then the familiar voice of Marci said, “Yes, Foggy Bear?”

“Hey Marci,” Foggy said, doing his best to sound casual and not worried as he asked if she knew if you had left the office today.

“How do you know my paralegal?” Marci demanded.

“I’m her attorney.”

“Why –”

“I’ll explain later,” Foggy cut her off. “She sent Matt a message two hours ago saying she was heading home and would text when she arrived but we haven’t heard anything since and she isn’t answering her phone. Is she still at the office?”

Marci made an irritated noise at being interrupted but answered the question. “Not as far as I know. I didn’t see her actually left this room but all of her things are gone . . . hang on, let me check if anyone saw her leave.”

He did his best to sit on his impatience while Marci asked a few colleagues if they had seen you . . . no, no, no, finally one said yes. They had been at the front desk and saw you walk out of the door, your briefcase in hand just over two hours ago.

“Thanks Marci, you’ve been very helpful,” Foggy said and hung up the phone before Marci could ask him any questions. “I’m going to pay for that later . . . Do you have any of her friends’ numbers?”

“No.” Something that he planned to rectify as soon as possible.

“Family? Could she have decided to to see one of them?”

“No,” Matt said, then shook his head. “And not easily. None of them live in New York . . . I think the sister is the closest. Somewhere in Massachusetts.”

However Foggy would have responded to that was cut off by his phone ringing. “Probably Marci to yell at me . . . no wait, that’s Brett. Why is he calling . . . Hello?”

“Nelson, are you and Murdock in New Jersey or something?”

Matt frowned in confusion. What?

“Noooo . . . why?” Foggy said, sounding as confused by the question as Matt felt.

“Because your client asked for you over an hour ago and your ugly mug still hasn’t shown up.”

“What?!” Both of them exclaimed.

“Didn’t you get a call?” There was a frown in Mahoney’s voice, a note of suspicion.

“Obviously not,” Foggy snapped. “I’ll be there in five minutes.”

He hung up and stuffed his phone back in his pocket. “I think we might have found your girlfriend.”

“Quite possibly,” Matt agreed. Even if it wasn’t you, none of their clients deserved to have been left in interrogation for so long. Especially with detectives who seemed to be outright ignoring their right to counsel. “Let’s go.”

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Your legs were so wobbly that Matt almost had to carry you. He had offered. It had been tempting to agree. Very tempting. You had been brave. You had been strong. A not insignificant part of you didn’t want to be either of those things for a while. That part would have been perfectly fine with Matt carrying you around, face burrowed against his chest until you felt better. Or it was tomorrow and you had to face the world regardless. Whichever came first.

But another part of you was angry. Not at Foggy or Matt. You were confident that they hadn’t just left you there, that they had come as soon as they could. But at the detectives for making you feel so helpless and alone, for ignoring your repeated demands to see your attorney like you hadn’t said anything of the sort . . . the near certainty that they had done that to someone else and likely would again . . .

That anger was just a spark right now. Later, when you were feeling less tired and stressed, you were going be furious. But right now, all that anger could accomplish was making you insist on walking. Matt didn’t argue or even get snippy about your tone. Just took as much of your weight as you allowed and helped you walk over to the couch. He eased you both down onto the couch. You kicked off your heels and pulled your legs up, curling against his side. As close as you could get without actually crawling into his lap.

Which you had considered but decided against it. You had displayed enough embarrassing behavior for one night, thank you very much.

Not that Matt seemed to mind your neediness, curling his arm around your shoulders and encouraging you to rest your head on his shoulder. Which you did. The last tears were trickling down your face. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. Let it slowly. Then another and another. You needed to get level, to be calm. There were things you needed to do before you could call it a day.

But those things would have wait another minute. Or ten. You could hear Foggy moving around, doing something that involved running water but Matt didn’t seemed concerned and it was his apartment . . . so you ignored those sounds in favor of listening to the soft nonsense Matt was murmuring into your hair and taking deep breaths.

You didn’t know how long you sat like that before you heard Foggy softly call your name from nearby. You crackled open an eye and saw him standing to the side of coffee table, holding out something for you. A washcloth.

You must have looked confused because he explained. “Don’t know about you but my eyes always hurt after crying like that. Especially after a long day staring at computer screens. A wet washcloth usually helps them feel better.”

Now that he mentioned it, your eyes did feel a little sore. And more than a little gritty. It couldn’t hurt. You took the washcloth and laid it across your closed eyes. Foggy was right. The coolness felt immediately soothing. “Thank you Foggy. That does help.”

“No problem,” he said with a rustle of clothing and footsteps. “Your tea should be done seeping soon and our food should be here in the next ten minutes.”

“Tea?” You repeated and sniffed the air. You could smell something vaguely herbal but a stronger and more familiar scent was also filling the air, along with a very familiar sound. “I smell coffee.”

“Wow, you two are already copying each other’s sentences?” Foggy teased. “I made the coffee mostly for me and Matt. If you want a cup, I won’t stop you but something without caffeine might be better after all that stress.”

It probably was. You did feel jittery. But you might get a cup of the coffee anyway. Even if you didn’t drink most of it, the warmth and aroma alone was comforting.

“What kind of tea?”

“Don’t know. Braille label just has ‘go to fucking sleep’ on it.”

“It does not,” Matt said. “It says ‘can’t sleep tea.’”

“I was paraphrasing,” Foggy countered. “Since I am positive that ‘can’t sleep’ in Matthew Murdock translates as ‘I haven’t sleep in a week’ to us non-ninjas.”

“I’ve never gone a week without sleep,” Matt argued. “Humans physically can’t stay awake that long.”

“True,” Foggy conceded before adding, “But I distinctively remember spring finals in our freshmen year. You went without sleep long enough to start hallucinating.”

“I wasn’t hallucinating,” Matt protested.

“You said, and I quote, ‘This dorm is a hive. Filled with bees. Buzz.’ Then kept saying buzz over and over again until I slapped my hand over your mouth. Then you licked my hand, Matthew.”

“You licked my hand first.”

“Objection! When did I allegedly lick your hand?”

“When you got drunk at that frat party and got it into your head to serenade that girl from your Punjabi class. At three in the morning. I was trying to shut you up before she threw something heavier than a slipper at you.”

You laughed. Which was probably their goal all long judging by how pleased they looked with themselves when you peeked out from behind the washcloth. The laughter felt good, releasing a tension that you hadn’t realized that you were carrying. You were still giggling when Foggy returned to living room and held out a mug to you. You took it and breathed it in. It might not have been coffee but the warmth seeping into your hands felt nice and it smelled good.

“All joking aside,” you said, looking up at Matt. “What’s in this tea?”

“Mostly chamomile and lavender,” he answered.

“That’s all it takes when you can’t sleep? A cup of flowery tea?” You asked, feeling more than a little jealous. Your insomnia was never so easily defeated . . .

“Not quite,” Matt said. “That’s just part of how I try to relax when I can’t sleep.”

There was the faintest suggestion of a blush dusting his cheeks and the tip of his ears. Which was both adorable and made you powerfully curious. What could make this man blush? Even just a little? He seemed so shameless. Especially last night when he was encouraging you to moan or praising how well you were taking his cock . . .

You felt your face flush at the memory and the accompanying urge to squirm. Then flushed even more when Matt’s head tilted slightly toward you and that knowing smirk starting to form. To distract yourself away from such thoughts before you got (more) worked up, you turned your gaze to the mug in your hands. There wasn’t much to distract your eye. The tea didn’t look much different from black tea other than a little lighter in color and the mug wasn’t decorated beyond being a nice shade of yellow.

You raised the mug to your lips and sipped the tea. The taste was mild, slightly sweet but not sugary. It wasn’t going to replace your beloved coffee anytime soon but you wouldn’t object to being offered another cup in the future. But you couldn’t resist the urge to look at Matt for long.

His mug didn’t match yours. It was white with a stylized drawing of two halved avocados and something written in braille underneath. If you had to guess, it probably said the same thing as the green lettering above it – Best Damn Avocados. Like one of those #1 Dad mugs. Looking closer, you realized that the line art of the avocados was raised. A look over at Foggy showed him drinking out an identical mug.

You found yourself feeling curious again. Those mugs looked something that had been custom-made. Did they really like avocados? You liked avocados too but not enough to get a custom mug. There was probably a story there but before you could ask, there was a knock on the door. Foggy put down his mug and went to the door. You heard the soft murmur of conversation before Foggy came back with a box with the name of local pizzeria in his hands.

The tantalizing aroma of fresh pizza filled the apartment. It made your mouth water. More embarrassingly, your stomach decided to remind everyone that you had missed dinner. Blood returned to your cheeks.

“Hungry?” Matt asked with a little amused smile.

“A little,” you answered ruefully as Foggy walked over with two plates in his hands. Pepperoni. A good choice. You had been expanding your palette since moving to New York but on bad days, you gravitated toward familiar things with happy memories attached to it. Like pepperoni pizza. Even if this hand-tossed crust with its classic leopard spotting was a far cry from the chain-restaurant or freezer section pizza of your childhood.

You must have been hungrier than you thought. You practically inhaled that first slice of pizza. Foggy offered to get you another slice but you quickly said no. He had only just sat down and barely gotten a bite of his own slice. You would get another one yourself. Your legs weren’t entirely on board with this plan. You stood and for a heart-stopping moment, they refused to take your weight.

You started to fall back. But then Matt was there, steadying you with one hand braced against your back, the other on your hip.

“Careful, sweetheart,” he gently chided. “I don’t think any of us wants to add a trip to the ER tonight.”

“Sure you don’t want me to get that pizza?” Foggy asked. He had half raisen from his chair.

“I’m sure,” you said. You reached down and wrapped your hand around Matt’s hand on your hip. You gave it a little squeeze. “I’m fine.”

The hand gave a squeeze of its own to your hip but he didn’t try to stop you from putting your weight back on your legs. This time they held. Matt’s hands slide off of your body with obvious reluctance as you moved toward the kitchen box and the waiting box of pizza. You got your second slice and returned to your previous spot on the couch.

This time you ate more slowly. You had been meaning to try this pizzeria – you walked by it on the way to work and it always smelled good – but hadn’t gotten around to it. It didn’t take long to realize that you should have listened to your nose. It was really good, much better than some of the other places you had tried. From now, you decided, you were getting your pizza from Slice of Life.

You felt a lot better now. The tasks ahead of you that have previously seemed so dauntingly felt manageable. Knowing this second wind wasn’t going to last forever, you cleared your throat and said, “We should probably get started on business.”

Both men seemed to study you for a minute, Matt with his listening closely pose and Foggy with shrewd eyes. But after that minute, both men nodded. Foggy took out a legal pad and pen from his satchel.

You had opened your mouth to begin when Foggy’s phone gave out a loud thrum. It wasn’t the first time the phone had buzzed at him. It had done so several times while you were eating. But each time, Foggy had looked at the call ID and declined the call. This time, however, he fumbled the phone and ended up answering. On speaker phone to boot because you heard a familiar voice all but growl, “Franklin.”

You winced. You recognized that tone. It had never been directed at you but you knew what it meant. Marci Stahl was out for blood.

“Hey Marci,” Foggy said with forced cheerfulness. It was obvious from the look on his face that he knew he was in hot water.

“Do. Not,” she hissed. “‘Hey Marci’ me, Franklin Nelson. I want to know what the hell is going on. Right now!”

After a quick glance at you for permission – Foggy explain the situation. Only in the broad strokes, omitting certain details. Like you had seen Daredevil more than once. And that Matt was the vigilante in question. Listening to his explanation answered a couple of your own questions – Marci was not in on the secret (yet) and how they had learned about the interrogation. Apparently there was at least one detective at that precinct who remembered that things like access to your legal counsel was a right, not a suggestion. Good to know.

“I see,” Marci said after Foggy had finished talking. She sounded more thoughtful than angry now. Which was a relief. “One question.”

“Fire away,” Foggy said as you raised your mug to drink the last of your tea.

“Murdock, are you fucking my paralegal?”

You managed – just barely – not to spray tea all over Matt’s coffee table or dribble it down your shirt. You also avoided chocking on it. Still, you were sputtering and your face felt like it was on fire.

“Ms. Stahl!” you protested.

“That sounds like a yes,” Marci said. “And call me Marci if you are dating Murdock. You are dating right, not just fucking?”

It wasn’t possible to die of embarrassment. Otherwise Jo would have killed you years ago. But sometimes, you thought as you buried your face in your hands, I really wished that it would.

You jumped a little when a hand gripped your knee. You peered through your fingers and saw it was Matt. Who squeezed your knee and sent you a reassuring smile before he answered Marci.

“Yes, Marci, we’re dating.”

“I thought so.”

“Why?” Matt looked genuinely curious. And if you were being honest, you were more than a little curious yourself about that answer.

“That hickey on her neck. You usually aren’t possessive enough of a one-night stand to mark them up like that.”

“Huh,” Foggy said slowly, looking he was mentally reviewing his memory. “I think she’s right.”

“I think you’ll find that I’m always right, Foggy Bear.”

Foggy Bear? That was unexpectedly cute. It also didn’t escape your notice that this was the second person to mention that hickey to you. It seemed your attempt at cover-up was even worse than you thought. Granted, both parties were rather observant people.

Still . . .

“Is there anything else I should be aware?” Marci asked.

“I had work product and similar confidential materials for the Rosenberg-Kowalski case in my briefcase,” you said. “So I refused to unlock it for police when they frisked me. They threatened to get a warrant for the contents.”

“They aren’t very likely to get one. Or a subpoena for that matter,” Marci pointed out.

“I know that,” you said. “But that doesn’t mean that they aren’t going to try. And I assume that you wouldn’t appreciate being caught unaware by such an attempt.”

“You assume correctly,” Marci said. “I’ll watch out for it. Which detectives from which precinct?”

“Tim Vaughn and Darla Reynolds with the 15th Precinct.”

Marci repeated the information in a way that suggested that she was writing that down. Then, after a brief conversation with Foggy, she said good-bye and hung up.

“Okay,” Foggy said, picking up his pen. “Let’s go over exactly what happened.”

You took a deep breathe. Then you started describing what happened, doing your best to remain calm. But when you got to the moment when you tried to get out your phone, your heart began to race with remembered fear. You felt Matt’s leg, pressed up against yours, became rigid.

“He threatened you with a gun?” Matt asked, his voice dark with growing anger. You looked over at him, saw the hands clenched tightly into fists. Then the muscles shifted under his clothes, like he was preparing to stand up. You knew with a visceral certainty that you couldn’t let him do that. If he stood up, he would make a beeline for the Daredevil suit. Assuming he even bothered stopping to grab his armor before darting out the window . . .

Your mind raced, trying to come up with something, anything, to convince him to stay where he was . . . You reached for him, cupping his face in your hands. Gently but firmly you encouraged him to turn his head to face you. Away from where you assumed he had hidden the Daredevil suit.

Once again, you were struck by how beautiful he looked like this. That naked rage blazing in his eyes should have been scary. And while you couldn’t say that it wasn’t intimidating, fear wasn’t your body’s overwhelming reaction.

No, you thought, feeling the wet heat building between your legs. Not fear at all.

His nostrils flared. Then his brow furrowed with the first hint of confusion. It was an opening. You massaged his cheeks with your thumbs. “Orange isn’t your color, baby.”

“He threatened you with a gun.”

“He never even drew the gun from its holster,” you pointed out mildly but his body remained rigid, his eyes filled with anger . . . and fear, you realized with a jolt. He was frightened. And like most men, he was channeling that fear into anger . . .

That give you an idea. It was risky but . . . Not wanting to give yourself time to talk yourself out of it, you leaned forward and pressed your lips against his. He didn’t respond at first. Long enough that you felt the first stirring of panic. Had you just ruined everything . . . but then you felt his mouth soften.

He started kissing you back, his hands raising to cradle your head as he deepened the kiss. It wasn’t a gentle, loving kiss. You didn’t expected it to be. You didn’t want it to be. You wanted him to turn that rage and its underlying fear into passion. And he did, biting and lapping into your mouth with a fierce intensity that left you breathless. Moaning, you didn’t resist as his hands slide down your back and started to tug you into his lap . . .

A sharp whistle pierced the air, startling you. You reeled back from Matt, almost falling off the couch. Where – ?

“Oi, lovebirds!”

Foggy, still lowering his hand from the whistle and looking rather disgusted with both of you. Embarrassment brought a fresh wave of warmth to your face. You had forgotten he was there. At least you weren’t alone in that particular boat. When you risked a glance at Matt, he had the same flushed, vaguely guilty expression on his face that you were pretty sure was gracing yours.

You forced yourself to look away. Before you got too distracted by his kiss-swollen mouth. Or mussed hair. Or . . . You sat up straight and did your best to ignore the empty ache in your cunt. Now really wasn’t the time.

“Can I trust you two to keep everything rated G until I leave?”

“Sorry Fogs. We’ll be good.”

You echoed that agreement.

Foggy looked skeptical but after a moment, gestured for you to continue your story. You did. Matt and Foggy both asked a few clarifying questions. Neither knew what to make of your observations about Reynolds. Matt added that she had smelled like stress, even more than usual for a cop. Still, it was possible that that what was going on was exactly how it appeared to be – a fishing expedition by a couple of overzealous detectives. But it was also possible there was something else going on. There just wasn’t enough information to be know either way. You’d all have to wait and see.

It wasn’t an answer that pleased any of you but it was what it was.

Matt walked you home. By the time you arrived, your second wind was fading fast. Maybe Matt’s sleepy tea was finally catching up with you. But maybe it was just this emotional rollercoaster of a day . . . Either way, you were practically asleep on your feet.

But you had a meowing cat at your feet who, understandably, wanted his dinner. Any dinner, as blurry eyed look showed that all of his bowls were empty. Even his water. Poor kitty. He deserved a much better human friend than you. You started to shuffle toward the cat food but Matt stopped you.

“Get ready for bed, sweetheart. I’ll feed Houdini for you.”

That sounded like a fantastic idea. You loved your cat but you were just so tired . . . You agreed and turned toward your bedroom. You paid very little attention to what you pulled out of the drawer for sleepwear. At this point, as long as it was clean and didn’t itch, you didn’t care what you were wearing. All you cared about was the siren’s call of your nice, comfortable bed with its fluffy pillows and soft blanket . . .

You were just awake enough to notice the warm, furry body joining you in the bed, tucking himself under your chin with a purr. Dimly, you noticed that he smelled like potting soil but you couldn’t remember why that was problem . . .

Just before everything faded away, you felt soft lips press against your forehead and deep voice say, “Goodnight, sweetheart.”

Ending Notes:

This chapter’s working title was “Debrief” but given both Matt and Reader go through a bit of an emotional rollercoaster in this chapter, I changed it.

On the ropes is an expression from boxing from where someone is being forced up against the ropes by an opponent’s attack. That someone is usually losing and will have difficulty getting back on the offensive. It used in common parlance to mean that someone is very near to giving up or being defeated.

Rule 11 is (Federal?) Rule of Civil Procedure 11 provides that a district court may sanction attorney or parties who submit pleadings for an improper purpose or that contain frivolous arguments or arguments that have no evidentiary support. Basically, if I’m understanding this right, do not waste the court’s time with utter nonsense. These sanctions is usually a monetary fee.

In addition to being a mobility aid, the white cane can also be used an identifier. Mostly so others know to give the blind person (and possibility the person guiding them, if they are being guided by a sighted person) enough room to walk safely.

Sexiled is a slang term for being banished by one’s roommate from the room/dorm/apartment so said roommate can have sex with their significant other with relative privacy.

Crim Law is a shortened form of Criminal Law.

The professor being called by the judge in the middle of class is an adaptation of a story that an attorney shared during a podcast about having to give arguments over the phone while on a beach dressed in swim trunks.

Con Ed is Consolidated Edison Inc is a utility providing electric and gas service in New York City as well as steam service in Manhattan.

Mr. Lincoln is a nod to Willie Lincoln, a minor character in the Daredevil comic who is a blind African American veteran.

As far as I know, that thing about the guide dog is true, provided the dog isn’t aggressive toward other tenants.

The broken arm thing is something that my younger sibling did when they were about ten.

Duckweed is a common name for aquatic plants that float on or just beneath the surface of still or slow-moving bodies of fresh water like a pond. Through the algae is might also be getting that dress dirty.

Pineapple on pizza is the subject sometimes rather serious debate. I have no strong opinions on the matter – generally I think the people who are eating that particular pizza are the only ones whose opinion of the toppings matter.

Chocolate Sauerkraut Cake is really a thing. I first encountered the concept in a video by B. Dylan Hollis on YouTube. Apparently, if made right, you cannot taste the sauerkraut but I think I’ll just stick with coconut for that texture.

Jack’s stew is an Irish-style stew with beef, potatoes, carrots, onions, and turnips stewed in beef stock and Guinness beer. Traditionally the stew is made with lamb, potatoes, onions, and water but like many common dishes, every family has their own version. Jack made it like his mother did with exception of using beef instead of lamb or mutton because the latter two tend to be more expensive than beef in the US.

Walking from Upper East Side to Hell’s Kitchen would take at least an hour, according to Google maps.

St. Patrick, in addition to being the patron saint of Ireland, is also the patron saint of paralegals. But I’m not Catholic so don’t quote me on that.

Chamomile and lavender are supposed be relaxing. Separately or together, they often are ingredients in calming and bedtime teas.

Leopard spotting on pizza is caused when the dough is fermenting in a cold environment which causes a lot of air bubbles to form and the intense heat of the oven makes those bubbles super pronounced, creating leopard-liked spotting.

Slice of Life is not, as far as I know, a real restaurant.

G Rating is one of the film ratings given out by the MPAA (Motion Picture Association of America), meaning for general audience. It is supposed to be suitable for young children with no violence, offensive language, or sexual activity.

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