#yknow........i should tag classes too

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cinthean ains !

[upat4amwiththemoon]

OH LORD I HAVE A REQUEST

What do you think of this

Wanda or Natasha over hear a conversation between r and a friend that she's having over, speaking about a new teacher who apparently look like a sweetheart and hears r saying she has a crush on this woman

I just love how you write so I'll let you handle everything else, just giving you the big idea yknow 👀

Innocent crush

Summary: Everyone has that one teacher.

Pairing: WandaNat x daughter!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 677

a/n: I have a confession to make..I never had a crush on a teacher

Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @rafecameronswhore @emsmultiverse @natashamaximoff69

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“No, you don’t get it, she’s such a sweetheart.” Y/N groans, flopping down to the bed. “And she’s so fricking hot.”

Kate laughs, laying next to Y/N. Despite being in the same school, she has actually never had classes with the teacher her friend is currently crushing on. “I’m sure she is.”

With a dreamy sigh, she stares at the roof. “I might be delusional, but I’m pretty sure she pays more attention to me than the rest of the class.”

“Oh, totally not delusional.”

“I know right!” Y/N raises to lean on one of her elbows. “She keeps staring at me.”

“My math teacher keeps ranting about his divorce to us.”

When the conversation changes and the two girls’ laughter can be heard through the door, Wanda sneaks off to the living room with a fruit plate in her hand. She’s not one to eavesdrop, usually, but her daughter just happened to be talking about a crush when she was going to bring them snacks.

She sets the plate down to the table and sits next to Natasha on the couch, taking her attention off of the book she’s reading. “Y/N has a crush.”

“Oh?” Putting the book down, Natasha turns to Wanda with raised brows.

“On the new teacher she has.” She states. “She said she is fricking hot.”

Natasha chuckles, “is she still too scared to curse?”

“Yes, and rightly so.”

“You curse like a sailor.”

Mumbling off the accusation, Wanda turns back to the matter in hand. “Our daughter has a crush on an older woman.”

“I’m sure it’s fine. Isn’t it normal for students to have crushes on teachers?” Wanda shrugs. Neither of the women had a normal upbringing, nor crushes on teachers, considering school wasn’t a bog part of their lives. “As long as the teacher doesn’t do anything inappropriate, everything should be okay.”

“Shouldn’t we still talk about it to her?”

“Then she’d know you were eavesdropping.

“I wasn’t-“ Wanda sighs and rolls her eyes, not trying to argue against the accusation, “we’ll just have to find a way to be subtle about it.”

Unfortunately, subtlety wasn’t the ex-Avengers’ strength when it came to their daughter.

“So,” Wanda starts as they’re eating dinner together, “any new crushes?” She asks with a seemingly innocent smile on her face.

“No.”

Humming, Wanda stares at her daughter. Y/N pays no mind to it, continuing eating in silence, while Natasha hides her grin by taking a sip of her drink. “How’s the new teacher? She any good?”

“Yeah, she’s alright.”

“Is she good looking?”

Now Y/N lifts her head to look at Wanda, her brows are scrunched together. “That’s weird, mom.”

“Is it?”

“Yeah.” Natasha comments with a laugh, ignoring the look her wife sends her.

Setting down her fork, Wanda lets her hands lay on the table. “I was just wondering, you know, if she was your type, or anything like that.”

Y/N squints her eyes, staring at Wanda. “You were eavesdropping me and Kate.” She states, annoyed her mom can’t stop meddling into her things.

She huffs, “it wasn’t eavesdropping. I was bringing you two snacks and overheard your conversation.”

“We never got any snacks.”

“Well, I left after I had the conversation.” She mumbles, picking up her fork again so she wouldn’t have to see the annoyed look on her daughter’s face. “It really isn’t my fault when you talk so loudly.”

“Mom!”

“I’m sorry. I just want to make sure, that nothing…inappropriate is going on.”

“Gross, mom.” Y/N pushes her almost empty plate away. “It’s just a crush, I’m not sending her nude pictures or anything like that.”

Natasha gives her a look, “you better not be sending any nudes to anyone.”

With a groan, Y/N stands up. “I am not sending nudes to anyone. Remind me to tell Kate I’ll start hanging out at her house from now on.” She walks away from the table.

“Now I’m worried about the nudes.” Wanda mumbles.

“We should check her phone, right?”

“Yeah.”

[go-to-the-mirror]

We had fires too. Where I lived, it was in the Fynbos region, and there were often wildfires, which caused people to have to evacuate, and killed people, people had to put out their township they lived in then go to school and write a bloody exam. There was a drought, we had to ration our water, the dams were so empty that the tap water wasn’t safe to drink.

Your countries have issues. America has issues. The UK has issues. So do other countries.

Thank you, and good night.

We’re at [insert American political event] season, which means every American will not shut up about being American. God forbid you ever mention another country.

Who cares about corruption plaguing South Africa? All they deserve is misinformation and only being brought up as a talking point against [insert billionaire who made money of Apartheid] without any understanding of the lingering effects of it, only fucking caring about our issues when they’re a good reason to get angry at someone you don’t like.

Shut the hell up about Elon Musk getting his wealth from an emerald mine during Apartheid until you actually do you goddamn research on how mining affected people of colour living there.

Also, if we’re talking about countries with poor responses to COVID19, think about the homeless South Africans living in townships — did you know about townships? Don’t think you did — who were so crowded together, that of course they were going to get COVID and of course they were going to die from it.

Do you think about the crime rate, there? Every university barring Stellenbosch has been burned down at least once, it’s why I wanted to go to Stellenbosch, because hey, women have 1/3 chance of being raped in South Africa, but at least it’s the safest fucking university there. Why is the crime rate so high? The unemployment rate. It’s the highest in the goddamn world.

My dad, qualified as a paramedic, was a teacher at a university, white, able-bodied, couldn’t get a job. He had to go to Burkina Faso, Côte d'Ivoire, Ukraine for a bit. We didn’t see him for months. Think of the people who aren’t privileged. The people in townships who beg on the street for food, who have to commit crimes, who can’t get into good public schools because…

There’s this thing in South Africa where you can pay half the school fees and have the government pay the other half, in public school, half and half public schools. I went to a half and half elementary school, and I don’t remember seeing… anyone who wasn’t white. Everyone was white.

My sisters went to a half and half high school, and there were so few nonwhite kids, everyone who wasn’t white went to HH and they had better rhythm and always won spirit and HH wasn’t a half and half.

I don’t know much about the political situation in South Africa, but I know how much people love to bring up that goddamn emerald mine, and I’m not saying it’s okay that he makes that much money, but I’m saying that you could try bringing my country up as more than a fucking talk point. We’re more than a talking point. We’re a country. Bring us up, or shut up about us.

[marlowethelibrarian]

Most Likely OC Tag!!

Tagged by @the-golden-comet over here

1. Most likely to faint Honestly, I do have a set of sturdy souls, but I might just say Rakani, bc of their tendency to 1) not eat as much as they should and 2) not sleep as much as they should. Also they have panic attacks every so often and that's not good for breathing. Even so, Rakani isn't very fragile and they're not likely to faint through the course of the story. Yknow. Unless they got stabbed. 2. Most likely to enjoy art From most to least, I think the biggest art enjoyers are Wakma, Rakani, Dunelae, Sumira and then Mala. Mala is the only one who just doesn't give a shit about art. Duneale and Sumira grew up in the Daseri temple which is swimming with art, so they're sort of inured to the beauty around them. Their lives have been focused on honing their blessings and the politics so art is more an offshoot of the politics than art for art's sake. And then Dunelae prizes beauty more than Sumira does. Sumira has mixed feelings about beauty considering how she's been treated because of her facial difference, but she still has an appreciation for the art. Rakani is very practical in terms of their appearance and beauty but they canonically get floored when they go into the Daseri temple for the first time. Wakma is an artist! He's an amateur runesmith, and copper smith, and embroiderer. He fucking loves art. 3. Most likely to hate sports Sports as modern entertainment? Rakani and Mala are united in the uselessness and the extravagant waste of sporting events, and also they're just fucking boring. Sport as in like. I have to move my body to do something? Mala. She's disabled, shes using her body exactly how she wants and it's not to do that.

And then all of these questions from @fortunatetragedy, because I refuse to prune anything.

Most likely to lose their phone/wallet/other very important and period appropriate item. Rakani, for the sheer number of things they have to keep track of. Sometimes stuff goes missing, but they are pretty on top of finding it again. Dunelae's too anxious to misplace stuff like that. Most likely to hold a grudge over something minor. Mala. She's a grudge holder to the end of her fucking days. She's petty and she'll hold that grudge to the grave. Most likely to try an unfamiliar food. Mala's in first place because she's the most well traveled out of everyone. She has eaten a lot of stuff. Rakani in second place because of their willingness to eat shit off the floor. Most likely to arrive ridiculously early. Wakma! It's polite to show up and help out with stuff. :) Most likely to be in a relationship for less than a week Dunelae. She's a heart breaker because she really likes to fuck and really hates to get vulnerable. Most likely to secretly be really good at music, but just not tell anyone. Dunelae and Sumira are both good at music but not secretly. Mala doesn't care. Wakma sings with abandon, and Rakani.... doesn't do music in public, but might! So it's Rakani. Apologize first. Wakma, absolutely. He's a diplomat, and sometimes apologizing first is the foundation to bridging a gap. He is, in fact, the first one to apologize when he and Rakani have their first fight. Survive on a desert island. Definitely Rakani. They're scrappy and used to doing hard labor. They know a lot about botany and what plants can be eaten or used in different ways, and they're a very good alchemist. Wakma, Dunelae and Sumira are all upper class folks who aren't used to scrabbling for survival the same way. Mala in her younger years would have definitely given Rakani a run for their money, but old age will fuck with you like that. Break up a fight Sumira. She's the second heir and she feels a certain sense of responsibility for people. Most likely to burn something while cooking What can she say, Dunelae is easily distracted and she was never all that interested in the hearth. Especially when her blessing was discovered. Most likely to stop a robbery if they see it taking place. Dunelae, if someone is watching. She'd love a chance to be a hero. Most likely to not tell people they’re sick until they really need the help. Rakani and Mala. They get mad at each other about it. Most likely to use magic tricks. Probably Wakma? As an entertainment and an ice breaker, a magic trick is great. Most likely to start with just one drink and get blasted. Also Wakma. It's easier to pull him into another drink once he's got one in his system, and he likes to have fun and indulge. :) Most likely to fall asleep wherever the place. Rakani probably cat naps in random ass places, but never stays asleep for long. Most likely to own a cat. Rakani would love a cat..... a friend who watches them work and purrs and won't betray them. :') Most likely to swim across a large river/channel without getting fatigued. Mala's the only one who knows how to swim and she absolutely cannot get over a large channel like that at her age and level of ability. Everyone else absolutely just drowns. Most likely to not be a morning person and hates getting woken up too early. Dunelae. She's a dramatic ass bitch about it, but she'll do it for ambition.

Tagging @saturnine-saturneight, @marquis-of-writeblr, @the-golden-comet, @illarian-rambling, and @fortunatetragedy right back at you!

My questions are!

Most likely to play a prank on someone

Most likely to adopt a random child

Most likely to regret killing someone

[pure-solomon]

15 tags, 15 mutuals

Thank u @toribookworm22 for tagging me.

No pressure tags @worldstogetlostin @beacarline @winterandwords @pixelw0rds @wildswrites @daisywords @arionawrites @lettersandinkstains @moonandris @elizaellwrites @sunset-a-story @queenofimaginedworlds @minutiaewriter @risingshards @fancyfrey and its open too.

This is gonna be about Akarin, from my next story, Ruby

1. Are you named after anyone?

I am named after my great grandpa, that used to work as a soldier for the king.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Probably before leaving the North, I was overwhelmed with the idea of staying away from my lover for an indefinite time.

3. Do you have kids?

Not yet, but I do plan on having 1 or 2.

4. Do you use sarcasm?

More than you would think a noble like me should.

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

The way they lie... and their eyes, the windows to the soul yknow.

6. What's your eye color?

I have red eyes, but they have been painted black when I was a kid, my family doesnt like them.

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

Im all in for a happy ending, but why not both?

8. Any special talents?

Oh nothing much, just the highest grades in all the North's academy and a natural ability in fighting. Oh and my familys heritage tattoo, that helps a lot too.

9. Where were you born?

In my familys castle, in a small room surrounded by family.

10. What are your hobbies?

Tricking people into thinking Im stupid, playing cards and boxing.

11. Have you any pets?

No, my dad doesnt like them, too chaotic for his likes.

12. What sports do you play/have played?

Im not a sport person, but I have played a lot of golf with my FIL.

13. How tall are you?

1'83, just above average.

14. Favorite subject in school?

I used to love Math when I was younger, but now its Art, I guess people do change with time.

15. Dream job?

Can someone dream higher than the second best class in the world, just behind our majesty? Yes, I want to be the king.

[haloburns]

I posted 23,071 times in 2022

204 posts created (1%)

22,867 posts reblogged (99%)

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I tagged 1,885 of my posts in 2022

#danny phantom - 115 posts

#the world is having more fun than me tonight series - 94 posts

#ecto writes - 91 posts

#ecto fics - 88 posts

#my fics - 72 posts

#my au - 35 posts

#ml spoilers - 31 posts

#the batman 2022 - 26 posts

#strike back spoilers - 26 posts

#my writing - 23 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#nor did the fact that i could already read do me any favors bc i was like immediately singled out and elevated to the 1st grade reading cla

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

You can usually tell a lot about a person by the type of music they listen to. put your favorite playlist on shuffle and list the first ten songs then tag others. No skipping!

thanks for tagging me @roundaboutnow !!

i'm gonna use my invisobang playlist that i can't share the title of yet. it's my fav right now.

1. same direction - hoobastank (honestly hoobastank fucks)

2. getting away with murder - papa roach (a classic)

3. be my escape - relient k (my beloved)

4. make it stop (september's end) - rise against (this song makes me cry)

5. until the day i die - story of the year (a perfect ghost light song, ive had it on all my songs)

6. for you, and your denial - yellowcard (oh this song fucks too. the violin man. the violin.)

7. last night on earth - green day

8. saying sorry - hawthorne heights

9. devil in the mirror - black veil brides (this song is so good for this fic...)

10. give it all - rise against

@redead-red @jadenoryuu @omnicrafts (share those crossover playlists babe!!) @floralflowerpower @bibliophilea and anyone else that wants to join in!

31 notes - Posted June 10, 2022

#4

with every sin, i still wanna be holy

Dan wants to be better. But that means dealing with his past (future?) actions and starting to make amends and acknowledging how he's hurt these people in his life. It's hard than he'd like to admit. Part of the the world is having more fun than me (tonight) series.

Lancer,

I dunno why I’m writing this. It’s stupid. I’m not even gonna send it. You don’t even know who I am! Clockwork did his meddling with time bullshit so you don’t remember me.

No one remembers me

You were my favorite teacher, yknow. You were the only one who actually gave even a little fuck about me. All my other teachers wrote me off as just another dumb lazy kid. No one knew of course.

Oh I guess I should tell you. I’m… Danny Phantom. Sort of. It’s a big mess of things, but Fenton is Phantom. That little punk Weston kid was right. That's why I missed so many assignments and always fell asleep in class. I promise I wasn’t a bad kid, Mr Lancer.

I guess I just needed to tell you who I was. So you would be understanding or some shit. Maybe so I wouldn’t feel like I failed every adult in my life.

Whatever. It’s not like I’m sending this anyway.

Dan

Read more letters on AO3!

40 notes - Posted October 6, 2022

#3

hey look at that! another redraw!

i wanted to work on style and some other things, so i redrew my avatar (again). the first one is literally just the screenshot, and then the second one is Pissed Off Ghost King™ Danny. that one was more to fuck around with ectoblasts and some other stuff. also i designed a crown!

some more stuff below the cut!

here's a version without the blasts bc im vvv proud of how these hands turned out, considering the weird ass proportions of the cartoon. big thanks to @friendly-neighborhood-imbecille for those hand ref sheets 👉🏼👉🏼 u the realest

See the full post

44 notes - Posted January 18, 2022

#2

GUYS

GUYS LOOK

my friend @i-think-in-metaphors did this amazing commission for me!!! i redid the phantom planet statue for my au, and wrote a scene for one of my upcoming works where mateo gets to see it in person. i finally got tired of imagining it and wanted to see it.

and the product. is. GORGEOUS. it's so perfect. i'm in love. i'm gonna cry about this for the next 30 years. LOOK AT HIM.

(click for quality.)

check out her commissions!!

the scene it's based on is below the cut!

Excerpt from quit telling everyone i'm (permanently) dead! (wip)

The black zirconium statue was larger than life. It towered above them on two separate, stepped obsidian pedestals, each about five-feet high. As Mateo moved closer, he could see something glittering in the bases. Danny mumbled something about ectoplasmic ice mixed into it, stronger than diamonds, but Mateo thought they looked like stars. He figured that was the intention. It was gorgeous.

He tilted his head back to take in the actual sculpture. That Danny was twice as large as the one standing next to Mateo. He felt his heart lurch a little at how serious Danny looked, the tight furrow over his brow, the determined set to his jaw. It all made him look so much older than even now, even though Mateo knew he was only sixteen when the statue was made.

The statue’s zirconium white accents were blinding in the late afternoon sunlight, and Mateo found himself shading his eyes as he looked up even higher. The hair on the statue was shorter than Mateo had seen Danny wear his, probably closer to the length it had been when he was in high school. It was swept back heroically, as if moved by an unseen wind, and the sun glinted off its sharp edges. It made the whole statue look as if it were glowing.

Crystalized ectoplasm made Phantom’s eerie green eyes, and they glowed too, though Mateo figured they probably glowed under their own power rather than a trick of the light. The statue’s eyes were trained on the thin, steel-wire Earth he cupped protectively close to his chest; it was a promise as well as a remembrance. The world remembered what Phantom did for them, and he promised them he would do it all over again if necessary.

65 notes - Posted May 5, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

this is the road to ruin (and we started at the end)

IT'S FINALLY HERE!!!!

(click for way better quality)

Sam did this amazing cover for me and I literally can't stop staring at it. I'm making it my phone background like immediately. Here's their post, go give it a reblog!

prologue: without you, there's no reason for my story and chapter one: fading in the afterglow are live right now!

i'll be posting every SATURDAY starting this saturday 9/3! we got seven more chapters to go, lads, so buckle up!

71 notes - Posted August 29, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

[moonjxsung]

uni classes officially finished yesterday! awh man sorry to hear you've been so busy and tired :( im sure the break from the phone was needed WHAAA SO EXCITING SO HAPPY FOR YOU THAT YOU GOT TO EXPERIENCE THAT OMG tbh I'm not doing too hot... on top of the stress and burn out from uni... I got cyberharrassed by people from my univeristy yesterday on our year's server ... :( basically people were being jerks and playing "jokes" on random people (NOT funny jokes ... like I mean tagging random people and harassing them for homework (which doesn't exist) and accusing their targets of lying when they say they aren't enrolled in the class even when they gave evidence - the poor souls were so confused and concerned) and like just saying shitty stuff about how certain faculties are "useless" and for stupid people ... so I step in and tell them to stop it cause its not funny cause they're all like "its just a joke" ... so when i said that they were like "nah its hella funny" (by they, I mean like 3-4 people are ganging up on me at this point and I couldn't report this to the server mods cause one of them WAS A FREAKING MOD) and then they were like "we should ban you" and were like "I'll bet ur in the stupid people faculty" (which I'm not, but I was so enranged that they kept calling arts a useless stupid faculty so I didn't deny it) and so I excused myself and said "I see I am a minority here [in thinking these things they are doing/saying are unkind and unfunny] so I will leave now" and then they were like "noooooooooo we love minorities" ... "even the bad ones" ... "lmao jk" and then they said "no one likes you go kys" ... so I left the server because I absolutely don't need fucking assholes and worthless losers telling me that :) like. I dont even know theses people. So what they say shouldnt matter. but fuck it hurt so bad :( like these are people MY age who go to MY uni who are probably in my classes or smth like idk I just wasnt expecting such blantant unkindness... I guess that's naive of me ... idk it just really sucked ... like I'm basically fine now cause those kinds of people literally don't matter to me, but it sucks that people like that exist, yknow? like fuck, what if they had said that to someone else who really took it to heart and really did do what they said... like wtf how are there people LIKE THIS :( also, I hate confrontation, so I got like a panic attack after the whole incident and couldnt sleep until 3 am and then woke up at 8 to go to work....... for an 8 hour shift......... and i was so freaking mad at myself for letting it affect me so much cause I WASTED SO MUCH STUDY TIME LIKE UGH idk im just alkdjflkjadklfjdkjfk jakfj my only condolance at this point about the whole thing is the people the jerks targeted/the victims messaged me privately to thank me for stepping in. so at least my actions were not in vain. also im sorry about all the cursing... I RAREly curse... im just so ajsfdkjak over this :( Sorry for dumping all that, do not feel pressured at all to respond to all of that ILY STAR pls continue to take care of urself 🫶💕 🌱

Oh my god??????? This is literally insane?????? What the actual hell is WRONG with people…. And doing that shit in a school server???? What the hell??????

Good on you for standing up for yourself and the others who were getting harassed and for leaving when you did! College students can be so weird bc I feel like they often forget that acting out of turn publicly in a server or online or wherever can absolutely have DIRE consequences for your future and it’s just playing with fire at that point. I remember there was a very famous case of students at Harvard who had a discord server where they sent all sorts of racist/sexist/ableist etc. memes and they legit got KICKED OUT of college when it was brought to light. As a college student you should be acting as though you’re being carefully monitored by your school or even a potential employer at all times, it’s literally so risky to be acting out of turn like that where people can easily report you. And on that note, I hope someone reports them and the server at least gets taken down bc sending death threats like that is absolutely vile, and to your own classmates???? What the hell

I hope you’re feeling better now angel ☹️ I’m so sorry you had to work a long shift after all that, I would’ve been panicking too! But at least know that you did the right thing and if they get in trouble for it, you can’t be blamed for being complicit in their trashy behavior. Your future isn’t at risk like theirs is!

Take some time to relax and try not to think about their words, they’re likely saying that to everybody and it’s not worth dwelling over insults they’re throwing around to every person who breathes in their direction. They’re just a bunch of LEWSERSSSSS 🤢🤢🤢🤢 I love you bby feel better soon ☹️💖💘💞💕💝🫶 here for you if you need anything at all !!

[aemiron-main]

NIC. NICCCCCCCCCCC IM SOBBING YOURE THE SWEEST EVER THANK YOU ILY I DONT EVEN KNOW HOW TO RESPOND IM KICKING MY FEET AND GIGGLING FR LIKE ALL OF THIS BACK AT YOU X 10000000 !!! ur the reason for MY pain and distress smh!!!  AJFBFJHF i feel like that scene of chrissy finding out eddie thought she was scary HHBDB omg NIC YOURE SO SWEET IM JUST A LITTLE GUY!! IM JUST SOME DUDE!! <3 THANK YOU SO SO MUCH UR TOO NICE TO ME!!!  AJBFJBHF I REMEMBER YOU TAGGING ME IN THAT POST ABT THE PHONES (which i still need to reply to its in my drafts LMAO) AND HELP I FELT THE SAME WAY ABT YOU BC UR SO SMART AND UR VIBES ARE JUST. IMMACULATE. and maybe i started it but it’s like. it’s like i tapped you first with some angst, sure, but you hit me back with a brick of angst to the face smh... ur lucky i would take a brick 2 the face for u any day... <3  and omg right back at you, you’re one of the reasons *i* enjoy this app so much!! you’re literally SO brilliant and kind and funny and amazing like!!! I AM SO GRATEFUL TO HAVE MET YOU!!!  UR ALSO ONE OF MY FAVE MUTUALS UR JUST SO AMAZING AND I LOVE ALL UR POSTS SO MUCH AND I HAVE SO MANY DRAFTS REPLYING TO STUFF UVE TAGGED ME IN SAVED/UR RECENT RBS OF MY POSTS AND JUST!! I LOVE TALKING TO YOU SO SO MUCH!! i love bouncing itdeas with you, you have so many great thoughts and you always just Get It you always See The Vision and oh my god NICCCCCC UR GONNA MAKE ME CRY  UR SO EVIL 2 ME I TAKE IT ALL MAKE UR EVILLY MAKING ME CRY BY BEING SO NICE!! I LOVE MIKE SM AND YOU SM AND BEING ABLE TO TALK ABOUT MIKE WITH YOU HAS HELPED ME UNDERSTAND HIM SO MUCH BETTER AND JUST!! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3  afdsnkfnfdNFNFJJKF THANK YOU... coming from u and your huge brain and brilliance.... (and why are YOU like this.. why are WE like this,,, why are WE hand in unlovable angst-filled hand???) ABFHBF NIC I JUST DONT EVEN KNOW HOW TO RESPOND BC UR JUST SO NICE TO ME AND IM GLAD I SEEM NICE BC IM LIKE. i Know i can be a scary bitch sometimes (often) and so i  just!! i appreciate that very much!! and you’re so so sweet like you’re so easy to talk to and you’re so considerate and kind and smart and we can give karen classes Together bc you’re just. so wonderful. ABJHFBJHFB maybe i will be.. there’s still time for me to get vecna’d.. in my will byers era fr. maybe u should come camping with me so that i can get vecna’d and you can play ‘boys don’t cry’ for me and then i can admit that the painting i gave you WAS from me..... just a thought........ especially since its sorta ur fault im getting vecna’d... bc yknow you’ve been tormenting me with angst and vecna feeds off of agnst soooooo i think it’s only fair that u come with me <3 

i am big simping right back at YOU genuinely you’re just so wonderful and such a great friend and i would never do takebacks no matter how much you hurt me <3 and i keep the audacity in my gay little backpack.. the same place i keep the painting i made for you- i mean, the painting that el commissioned.... 

🍓(slides this across the table at you)

well, well, well, if it isn't the reason of my pain and distress.

where to start em. where. to. start. the beginning looks like a nice place to start so... dudeeee the wayyyyy i was intimidated by you? wild. like you were the big brained blog of the byler tag, your analysis are top tier, you've simply ascended to a different level than us mortals. and then i saw one random day that you followed me back? i lost my shit completely? and then i gathered the courage to interact more with you, posting about mike coded songs and ofc you had to swing back with that heavy angsty song that completely destroyed me and that's when our dynamic was cemented as each other's pain instigators. so, basically what i'm saying is... you started it.

now, many posts deep, tons of back and forth, many paragraphs about mike wheeler later, you are like... one of the big reasons i enjoy this app so much and i won't shy from saying it... one of my favorite mutuals by far. i looooove bouncing ideas with you because you are always so hype to just talk about things and go deeper and it's SO MUCH FUN. like, i love mike wheeler so much and at least half of that love has grown to what it is today because you gave me the room to go crazy about him and i just love it so much.

you already know i think your brain is huge, you are simply brilliant, your takes are always correct and so painful why are you like this. but also, on the side, you have the NERVE of being, like, an amazing person? so kind and fun to talk to, so nice and open and you just listen? to others? and you care? and maybe karen should take some 'how to be a good human being 101' from you. you also have the craziest stories about going camping and i am so sure at some point you were about to be vecna'd in real life.

anyhow, big simping for you. i truly consider you a friend, no take backs. but you are also the cause of my pain and distress like i said so how dare you and where do you keep all the audacity?

ok that's all i wanted to say when i made you send me that strawberry. bye byeeee

[chainsawworld]

Yknow out of the spy sisters faye is the only one who's actually kept themself out of the public eye

[the-breloominati]

was looking through some of my older art and found smth im actually pretty proud of

uhhhhhh dont mind the spine I know its not the best

also decided to mess around with some filters here :3

[crabs-but-better]

omgomg tyy isaac ok uh

are you named after anyone?

no my name is a shortened version of my deadname

2. when’s the last time you cried

ok well um on friday we watched les mis in class and i cried from the ending but if we’re talking about like actually crying it’s gotta be at least a solid 5-7 months

3. Any kids?

no never unless i adopt and i would never adopt a baby i’d choose someone older yknow

4. do you use sarcasm a lot?

oh every other word that comes out of my mouth is sarcasm that is my main form of communication

5. first thing you notice abt people

their clothes. i can tell a lot about a person by what they choose to wear

6. what color are your eyes?

hazel babey point some sunlight at me and i’ll shine gold like the stars

7. scary movies or happy endings?

um first of all those aren’t mutually exclusive but i would prefer whatever benefits the narrative better

8. special talents?

well i love writing and literary analysis. i also have a very good ear and can replicate a melody near instantly on a piano

9. where were you born?

midwest, usa. rural country baby, gotta love those damn fields (i’m being serious here i find a good field and i wanna cry)

10. hobbies?

obsessing over whatever story i hyperfixate on at the time. also playing piano and writing stories. i love to drive too.

11. any pets?

i have two. one is super annoying tho.

12. what sports do you do?

does customer service count? it should.

13. how tall are you?

5’ 3” but you shall perceive me as 5’ 6” on account of my 3 inch platform boots

14. fav subject in school?

probs math or english depending on which between the two is easier at the time.

15. dream job?

to own my own restaurant. i imagine a little cafe/ diner with community resources and activities to create a community atmosphere. live local bands, weekly homework help, that sort of thing.

tagging (sorry) @howldean @mister-finally-found-himself & open tags :)

15 questions 15 people

answer the questions and tag 15 people! thank u brody @walkingmouth

1. are you named after anyone?

yeah!! first name after a movie star and middle name after my aunt ^^

2. when was the last time you cried?

earlier today i cried a little bit bc my big sister was leaving after visiting us!

3. do you have kids?

not yet but i really want them in teh future!!

4. do you use sarcasm a lot?

yes in a jokey way w people im close to haha

5. what is the first thing you notice about people?

hmm idk!! if theyre nice ig lol

6. what color are your eyes?

blue-gray!

7. scary movies or happy endings?

both!!!

8. any special talents?

not really lmao

9. where were you born?

america unfortunately.

10. what are your hobbies?

drawing, writing fanfiction

11. do you have any pets?

2 cats!

12. what sports do you/have you played

none

13. how tall are you?

5'8” i think??.

14. favorite subjects in school?

none i do not like school

15. dream job?

piercer and child therapist. yes both.

tagging: @clandeztine @offtheheezayy @austinwehaveaproblem @mostlytins @daddymikeyway @deesaster @dxzys @h0use-of-w0lves @pagesixlovers @peterpansexual19 @p1ckthep01son @lj-girlie @untitledrockshow @littletroubledgrrrl @teenytinydancer34

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DEVIL ON MY SHOULDER - MATT MURDOCK

one - criminal

// tags: @ironprincessstranger //mad at god (s1)// two // masterlist

Pairing: Unofficial Matt Murdock x Reader (DD X Vigilante!Reader)

Word Count: 8,810

Summary: With Wilson Fisk in the past, Exodus tries to move forward without Daredevil. But a strange meeting leads to potentially another threat… Or maybe an ally.

“How you feeling?” Karen asked as you plopped on your couch.

“Exhausted. It’s hot even at night.” You sighed and threw your mask to your coffee table. “And avoiding Daredevil is harder than I thought it would. He’s everywhere.”

“So stop avoiding him and talk it out.” She laughed. “After all, isn’t he your friend?”

“No.” You said firmly, crossing your arms. “Well, not anymore. I’m still mad at him. All he had to do was mind his damn business for one night. One night! But noooo… If he hadn’t gotten in my way, I could’ve-“ You groaned and rubbed a hand across your face. “I could’ve made sure that Fisk was done. For good. Мертвый и ушел.” (Dead and gone.)

“You’re mad at him but you still wear the suit he gave you?” She raised a brow in playful accusation.

“It's very light and breathable and the- the- the plates are really strong and-” You tried to defend but the look she gave you made you laugh. “Okay, shut up!” You complained with a grin as you unzipped the top and threw it on the table with a huff. 

“Look, Fisk is locked up.” She reassured gently. “You did that. Isn’t that enough?”

“Yeah, but do you really think it’ll last? I’m sorry but I just can’t shake this looming feeling that he’ll be back…” You turned to face her. “With that kind of money and influence, he can buy the best lawyers in the state and get off scot-free.”

“You and the boys won’t work for him though.” She tried. “And you’re the best lawyers I know.”

“I’m not a lawyer… Not yet at least.”

“You thinking of going back to school?”

“No, I already finished school. And I took the Bar Exam. All my t’s are crossed and i’s are dotted. I’m just waiting for everything to be official and come in the mail.”

“Oh my god. Y/N! That’s incredible! The guys don’t know?”

“No. I did my last few classes online while I was in London, picking up odd jobs with a friend. When I had to leave him, I came here and took my exam, finished the last few steps in the process… Should be coming in any day now, but I think I put the London address cause I didn’t plan on staying. I’ll have to call the guy I got the place from and have him send it over.”

“How could you not tell them?”

You raised your brows and gestured to your Widow suit, emphasizing your point by flicking the Red Room emblem.

“There’s a lot I don’t tell them, Karen.” You deadpanned.

“Okay, fair point.” She laughed.  “But you have to tell them this!” She insisted with a wide smile.

“I know, I know. I probably will…”

“Probably? Y/N, they’d be so proud of you!”

“It’s just not a very pressing conversation topic lately.. Besides, they like to tease me about being half a lawyer… Which actually reminds me, I want a promotion.”

“Wait.” She chuckled slightly. “You want to downplay your success for the sake of your male friends’ egos? Since when!?”

“It’s not for their egos.” You laughed. “It’s just- I don’t know, easier? They’ll wanna make me a partner and put my name on the firm and I just- It kinda feels like one of those group projects where someone slaps their name on it so they don’t fail, even though they hardly contributed..”

“You deserve it, Y/N. You should tell them.”

“When the fancy stuff gets here, I will. I’ll even let you guys throw me a party.” You nodded and you held up a hand with your pinky sticking out. “Pinky promise.”

She faked a gasp. “So serious. You can’t break these, yknow.” She joked and hooked her small finger around

yours.

“I am aware, yes.” You giggled. “But for now, starting tomorrow, I’m a paralegal slash disabilities assistant. I know and do too much around there to not be a paralegal.”

“Sounds good to me.”

The next day at the office was full of small cases, civil suits that seemed a bit silly to you but Nelson and Murdock helped the little guy. You and Karen worked to get them organized and in some sort of a queue for when the boys arrived. You had just gotten everyone settled when you were able to take a breath and pull your hair up.

“Look what the cat dragged in.” You commented when they finally walked through the doors. “Let me guess. He-“ You gestured towards Matt “-fell in a hole and you-“ You gestured to Foggy. “-had to fish him out, leaving your office manager and your favorite paralegal to handle everything.”

“Good morning to you too, Y/N.” Foggy nodded with a smile. “Morning, Karen.”

“Hey guys.” She answered absently as she sorted some files.

“Paralegal?” Matt asked, stopping his steps to his office. He turned to you with a lazy, amused smile.

“As of this morning.” You nodded with a smile.

“That can only mean that you’re back on the lawyer train.” Foggy said proudly. “Nelson, Murdock, and Y/L/N is back in action.”

“Stop it.” You pointed to Foggy, who put his hands up in surrender. “It doesn’t mean anything as of right now.”

“Means a lot.” Matt said gently, reaching out to give your elbow a gentle squeeze. “So, what have we got?”

“Little bit of everything.” You said with a chuckle. “Karen?”

“Mr. Marino’s dog was viciously beaten by his neighbor after the dog um- “ She began and cleared her throat awkwardly, to which you chuckled. “-defiled the neighbor’s statue of St. Francis.”

You covered your mouth to hide your giggles as Matt laughed through his response.

“Defiled?” His brows raised playfully.

“Humped repeatedly until completion.” She answered with the same awkwardness.

“To the patron saint of animals, no less.” You playfully scolded, making Matt chuckle. 

“How dare he?” Matt said with a grin.

“That is a dog I want to defend.” Foggy nodded, offering Mr. Marino a thumbs up.

“And then Mr. Maxwell was attacked in a bar fight last night.” You continued, pointing to the slightly roughed up biker.

“He started it.” Maxwell defended.

“I already called Metro General and the guy’s gonna recover, but if we start to lean towards a trial, it’s gotta wait till his jaw is unwired.” 

“Your girl’s a badass.” Maxwell said proudly, looking at Matt more than Foggy.

“You’re not wrong.” You laughed, rubbing the mark ove ryour eyebrow.

The gashes from your mask jamming into you during your fight with Fisk were mostly healed, now just discolored scars that weren’t as long as they originally had been. Lucky for you, you could hide the cuts with makeup until they started to shrink and you could come up with an excuse. As far as the boys knew, one was caused by a broken zipper on your dress and the other was the dewclaw of a stray dog.

“And Miss Jacinto just got her third denial of working papers. Dad’s gone and factory work is all she has for her family… Karen pulled her DOE applications but I think we can do better.”

“Good, cause we will.” Matt nodded and stepped into his office, you and your friends following behind.

Foggy paused to acknowledge the small table of bananas and pie, giving an enthusiastic response after Karen explained it. You shut the door most of the way once everyone was in, knowing what conversation was coming next.

“So I had installed this free trial accounting software on my computer and um..” Karen began while you stepped around the group to sit on the edge of Matt’s desk. “We’re broke as in, our income can’t cover our bills.”

“We’ll manage.” Matt said optimistically with a shrug. “I don’t know how but I know we will.”

“Optimism isn’t enough, Matt.” You said simply. “I love what we do here but we can’t do it much longer if we go into debt.”

“I know but-“

“I can make a few calls.” You offered. “I know some people who can help. They’d probably love to.”

“No, we can figure it out on our own.” Matt answered.

“Matt, just let me-“

“It’ll be okay.” He cut in, a certain finality in his voice.

You simply sighed and offered a small nod, giving up on the argument. And that’s how disagreements had been going between you and Matt the past few times, creating a new pattern. You two would have opposite views and when the other tried to counter it, they were met with a short and almost final response. One that wasn’t open to continuing the topic. So the other person would drop it, but the lingering looks of concern from your friends and almost chokingly thick atmosphere of tension were hard for you to miss.

Everyone understood that there was a shift, in you and in Matt, which had changed the way you and Matt interacted with each other. There was more tension, more resignations. Neither of you would admit it, but you saw each other differently. Though neither of you understood what happened to the other to change their point of view, individually you both knew.

For Matt, though he would never tell anyone, it was thanks to Exodus. The way she left him on that rooftop, left covered in blood that was and wasn’t hers. The way her voice lingered in his head every night since, a voice without the Russian accent he had grown accustomed to hearing.

If you get in my way again, I won’t hesitate to kill you.

He didn’t doubt she would intend to, but he also believed that she wouldn’t. Maybe even couldn’t. They were partners, friends even. They worked together to take down Fisk and it was only a matter of time until they were on the same side again. He cared about her and the knowledge of her still combing the streets of Hell’s Kitchen at night without him, it hurt him more than he would ever admit. Especially on the night where he would find her, only for her to run the other way. But even so, the sound of her voice, it was too familiar to forget.

Like a voice he had been hearing for years, a voice he loved to hear. After that night, he started to wonder how he knew her…

You, on the other hand, were acting different because of Daredevil. The man who you had thought was warming up to you and your flaws had - from your perspective - turned his back on you. He ultimately chose to stand against you, rather than beside you. He chose to save Fisk, to put the monster in a cell rather than a coffin. And you hadn’t forgiven him for it. Maybe you never would.

Either way, it made you reevaluate the people you trusted. Karen had softened up towards you and was truly someone you could regard as a friend. You were beyond thankful for that, especially in those moments when you saw yours and Matt’s friendship cracking apart. Foggy had been never more oblivious to your nightly escapades so there was never a question there. But Matt…

He asked too many questions, held too many suspicions. And what made it worse was that he would ask the very specific questions.

What happened to your hands?

Your voice is scratchy. Are you sick?

You didn’t answer your phone last night. Where’d you go?

Are you sure there’s nothing going on I should know about?

What do you mean, you didn’t sleep? What kept you up?

There was a disconnect between you and Matt now because he was paying a bit too close of attention to you. And you tried mentioning it to Karen, that Matt was poking around a bit too much but she brushed off your concerns, saying that he just cared about you and was worried.

That night, Foggy convinced the entirety of your friend group to go out for drinks and it was the most normal thing you had done in weeks. You had almost forgotten how good it felt to leave the suit in its case and just breathe, to just live. You and Matt were making jokes while Karen and Foggy were shooting a game of pool. It almost felt like nothing had changed.

“You sure you’re not being hustled here?” Matt asked Foggy after Karen landed a great shot.

“That’s why I didn’t want to play against her.” Foggy pointed firmly to you, making you laugh and throw your hands up in surrender.

“I didn’t-“ You laughed. “What did I do?”

“I remember college.” He said firmly, squinting his eyes in suspicion that made you drop your forehead to Matt’s shoulder while you laughed.

“Oh no, I can’t shoot pool. Oh no, I’m terrible.” He mocked you and you began losing your breath and nearly collapsed as you laughed, remembering the night you fooled him. Matt’s free hand came up to your arm when he felt you wobble. “Then boom. Perfect break.” Foggy deadpanned.

“I-“ You tried, though the sound was more of a wheeze. You shook your head and waved your hands, signaling that you couldn’t answer.

“She got, what, twenty bucks out of you that night?” Matt laughed and pulled you a bit closer to him.

“Forty!“ Foggy exclaimed.

“That’s on you for betting that much.” Karen giggled, high-fiving you on her way around the table.

“Betrayal. All of you.” Foggy said simply. “Take over, buddy. Be right back.” He passed Matt the pool cue and ducked away.

“I’m a little offended he didn’t hand it to me.” You said, finally able to refill your lungs with air and stand on your own.

“Maybe he wanted to take it easy on me.” Karen said playfully.

“Cause you’ll go easy on Matt?” You raised a brow to which she offered a devious smile. “You’re going to hustle a blind man!” You laughed.

“You hustled his best friend.” She grinned in return.

“This place always brings out something special in Foggy.” Matt said fondly.

“Sure it’s not the alcohol?” Karen teased.

“It’s the company.” You smiled. “He loves when all of us are together.”

“Yeah, we’d be doing this the rest of our lives if it were up to him.” Matt continued.

“It’d be a good life.” You nodded in agreement.

“As long as you two aren’t fighting over something stupid.” Karen nodded. 

“Low blow, Page.” You shook your head with a small scoff.

When it came time for Matt’s shot, Karen instructed him. You hung back, feeling their emotions spike when they got closer than usual or when their hands touched. It wasn’t quite love, but the longing and admiration were palpable. You smiled softly to yourself and twisted your wrist discreetly, mimicking turning up a dial. You upped both of their desires and watched as they both blushed and separated with nervous chuckles or coughs.

Karen would be good for Matt, you decided. As much as you adored him - probably even loved him - you knew your double life would be too much. And even if you told him, it was unlikely that things could ever be romantic after that. So friends you two would stay, and you knew over time, you’d be okay with it. But until then, you sighed as the sadness cooled your skin, admittedly a refreshing sensation compared to the recent heat.

“I thought you were gonna watch them.” Foggy scolded playfully when he came back to your side. “I was gone two minutes.”

“You didn’t tell me anything about babysitting.” You defended with a laugh as Karen headed over to the bar.

You turned to watch as she left while Foggy was talking but your attention caught on a shifty guy at the bar who ended up next to Karen.

He was staring at you three, nervousness radiated off him in waves. You could feel his apprehension but also there was a hard intent behind his stare. Though you tried to feel deeper into him, you couldn’t. Like there was nothing below those surface emotions. But the way he moved in his seat, the way his hand was tucked under his coat, you decided you had to get closer. 

“I’m just gonna…” You trailed off as you headed to Karen’s side.

Gently, you put your hands on her arms and guided her to your opposite side to put yourself next to the man. She looked at you with furrowed brows but you simply shook your head. You discreetly jabbed your thumb towards the man, to which she nodded and was quick to bring the drinks back to the guys.

“You doing alright over there?” You asked casually once Karen was gone. You glanced over to make sure and saw she was talking to Foggy and Matt, who were both seemingly focused in your direction. “Seem a little tense.”

“It ain’t what you think.” He said tightly. “I got business here.”

“I don’t think you know what I think.” You chuckled in annoyance as you faced him. “Whatever business you have here, pack it up and find somewhere else to do it. I won’t tell you again.”

“Got business with Nelson and Murdock.” The man answered as he stood. You sidestepped to block his path as your hands tightened into fists at your side.

“What makes you think you can get to them?” You challenged with an upward tilt of your chin.

“Hey.” Matt said suddenly from your side, a hand landing on your lower back. His touch made your whole body tense but you were quick to relax, loosening your hands and crossing your arms over your chest. “What’s going on? Who’s this?”

“You must be the blind one.” The man answered. “Looking for Nelson and Murdock.”

Matt nodded and gestured for the man to come to the other side of the bar, your friend group joining him around one of the small tables. You put yourself between Matt and the other guy, Karen on Matt’s other side between him and Foggy. Matt had tried to get to that spot before you did, but you were quick to reach around and guide him to the seat next to you. He frowned at you and gently tried to pull you to switch but you refused to budge.

You tuned in and out of the man’s story. It seemed fabricated, dramatized to earn sympathy. But as you read his emotions, you didn’t find any hint of smugness or pride that normally comes with getting people to believe a story like that. There was remorse, fear almost, along with nerves.

“Burren Club, 47th and 10th. Can’t miss it.” He explained and you were quick to commit the address to memory.

Karen leaned around Matt to look at you and you offered a brow raise and an acknowledging tilt of your head. You saw her shoulders rise and fall with a quiet sigh before you turned back to the man from the bar. 

“And your involvement in the organization is?” You asked simply.

“Who’s she?” He looked to Foggy and you scoffed.

“Answer the question.”

“Ran for Brannigan for a long time… Did some things I probably shouldn’t have… But the guys I work for, the guys that did this…” He let out a long sigh. “I’m telling you, I had nothing to do with that massacre.”

“Assuming you’re right and the Irish were hit by a powerful crime syndicate tonight…” Matt started. “If you’re the only one that survived-“

“Someone’s bound to come back and tie off this loose end.” You cut in, leaning your elbows against the table. “What do you expect us to do for you, Mr…?”

“Relax.” Matt said quietly, trying to discreetly pull you to sit back.

“Last time we took a case when we didn’t get a name, it was a shit case, right? You really trynna do that again?” You answered in the same hushed tone, to which he nodded reluctantly in response. 

“Grotto.”

“Grotto what?” Matt pressed as if it was his idea to get a name.

“Just Grotto.” He answered, which made you roll your eyes as you sat back with arms folded. 

“I just need you guys to get me the hell out of here before I permanently end up in the only place hotter than this.”

“Witness protection.” You nodded, knowing it wasn’t an impossible thing to ask. “Could be doable.”

“We’re a private law firm.” Matt began before Grotto cut in.

“Yeah, a trustworthy one… Got quite a reputation after you took out Wilson Fisk.”

The mention of that case made you grind your teeth, thinking of how it didn’t go down the way it should’ve.

“DA’s office is the only place that can make a deal.” Foggy explained.

“And I’m not walking to the DA without representation. I know and seen a lot. I’ll give the cops anything they want to get out of Hell’s Kitchen.” He said honestly, desperation practically spilling onto the table. 

“We have a reputation of representing the good people of Hell’s Kitchen, not negotiating on behalf of career criminals.” Matt said and the words seemed to slice you more than they affected Grotto.

“And if that criminal wants to change careers?” You asked, staring at the table as you settled your riled up nerves. Karen cleared her throat and when you peaked up, you saw she was already staring at you in warning. “You’re gonna tell me you don’t believe in changes of heart? Second chances?”

“You’re actually on my side?” Grotto asked in disbelief.

“Wasn’t that your point?” You countered smoothly.

“You weren’t exactly warm and welcoming a few minutes ago.”

“And you haven’t taken that hand out from under your jacket since you walked in.” You pointed out, nodding your head towards his hidden hand. “So I really don’t think you should be challenging who is or isn’t on your side.”

“Y/N..” Karen said gently, though you felt the warning in her words. “Tone it down a little…”

“I know I got nobody to vouch for me and I can barely cover your fee but… Word is that Nelson and Murdock put their faith in people and I- I could use a little bit of that right now.” Grotto was practically begging.

Your friends were huddled together and muttering about what to do about it but you hadn’t taken your eyes off Grotto. You watched as his eyes went wide as he shook his head, swaying in his seat. Matt began to ask a question but the man collapsed and fell to the ground. You had already begun to move and catch him so you were able to get your hand under his head before he hit the floor. You glanced towards your friends as you knelt by Grotto’s side but only saw Karen coming over. 

“He’s bleeding.” Karen noted, carefully moving his jacket out of the way.

After having gotten an ambulance to come get Grotto, Matt and Foggy decided to turn in. Karen offered to go with Grotto and asked what you would do. You shrugged and said there was a club you had meaning to check out, knowing you didn’t have to full on say it for her to get it.

You hurried home, changed into your Exodus suit, and headed to the Burren Club. It was easy to see the lights on the cop cars from blocks away so you tapped your scar and tried to listen in on police chatter. There were random calls from their dispatchers but nothing about that incident so you turned it off. Instead, you snuck your way to the rooftop opposite of the club and used the new lenses of your mask to get a better look.

But the first thing you saw was Matt and Foggy. Your attention snagged on the boys while they talked to Brett, likely trying to get some intel and check out the validity of Grotto’s story. But you noticed Foggy was doing most of the talking while Matt was just listening.

“What are you listening for?” You murmured, leaning over the edge a bit more.

As if Matt heard you, he tilted his head up and turned towards your hiding spot. You didn’t flinch and didn’t hide, rather you held your position with the confidence that he couldn’t see you.

But it did make you wonder if he heard you…

Matt turned and said something to Brett that you couldn’t hear but could tell was something of interest if Brett grabbed a passing officer to scold him. Your brows furrowed as the three stepped further from the crowds and you started to wonder if you would sneak a mic onto Matt’s cane. Out of curiosity, you followed the trio and hopped down into the nearest alleyway.

You crept as close to the street as you could while still having shadows to hide in so you could eavesdrop on what Brett knew. You focused on key words that you knew would likely mean solving more later; the theory was paramilitary, they were capable of taking out half the city, and the DA had no leads. You heard one of the other officers mention the Dogs of Hell had been hit recently too, being that their members were currently taking residency at the morgue.

Though the conversation didn’t give you too many leads, you knew it was something to start. You had to get a hold of local underground arms dealers, see if they’re selling bigger things than pistols and pump action shotguns. You had to check the usual back alley haunts for someone - or multiple someones - who didn’t belong. 

You figured starting with the Dogs of Hell would be the best bet. If anyone has seen what happened, maybe there’d be more of a starting point. A silhouette you could watch for or a vague description you could work down to something more specific. But as you were approaching the building, you saw a familiar pink shirt entering the building.

“Он сам себя убьет.” You complained and slammed a fist against the wall beside you. (He’s gonna get himself killed.)

You ran across the street and hurdled the trash building up in the alleyway until you reached the back door. There were two men posted out back, playing cards and smoking. They didn’t even notice you until you were right beside them.

“He has an ace tucked into his belt.” You commented, your usual Russian accent dancing in your voice.

They both turned on you and held their guns up.

“I have questions, maybe you boys can answer. You help me and I don’t crack your skulls on the pavement.” You tried, though they yelled for you to leave. “What happened to your men last week? What do you know?”

When you were greeted with nothing but shouts to leave, you shrugged. You made a move first, running at one and jamming a knee into his chest to slam him against the wall behind him. The other tried to grab you so you reached up and hooked your arm around his neck.

You used the first man as a foothold and flipped over, pulling the second man into a very uncomfortable bridge position. You dropped to a knee and brought him down with you, his spine slamming against your opposite upraised knee with a deep and echoing crack. You pushed him to the side before returning to the first man and grabbed him by his shirtfront, leaning several punches to his face until the skin split and the man fell unconscious.

Just in time for the door to open.

You hand shot to your belt as you ducked out of sight between a dumpster and the building. The huge man was towering over someone he had thrown in front of him, but even without seeing him, you recognized the voice. It was Foggy.

“Put it away.” You warned firmly when you saw the glint of a knife. Your Bite was now glowing as you lifted your bloodied hand and stepped into view, the biker now turning to face you. “Put it down or I will make you.”

“Holy shit.” Foggy breathed.

“This ain’t about you.” The biker warned, though there was a waiver in his voice. “So mind your business.”

“You just made it my business.” You said simply. “I won’t ask nicely again.”

“I helped a guy named Foster.” Foggy tried, though the biker ignored him. “Ricky Wex? … Pope?”

That name caught the man’s attention but he didn’t lower the knife. You moved around him to stand a few steps behind Foggy, lowering your hand but not letting it disarm.

“You helped Pope?” He asked and you realized that Pope meant something to that man. A spark of grief. “Get the hell out of here.”

The man turned his back and you reached for Foggy.

“What happened to Smitty?” Foggy exclaimed.

“Ты шутишь?” You groaned as the man came back with his knife raised. (Are you kidding me?)

You quickly put your forearm up to block his knife and used your other hand to catch it as it fell from his grip. You hooked your foot around his knee and yanked it to bring the man to his knees. You held his own knife to his throat and gestured for him to answer Foggy‘s question.

“Your men were massacred last week and the Irish were slaughtered tonight.” You explained. “Unless you want to join your pals in the morgue, I suggest you talk.”

“If I don’t get answers, a lot of innocent blood could be shed.” Foggy continued. “Please.”

“You got guts, Harvard.” He nodded to Foggy. You took a second to survey the man and found his hostility had come and went so you flipped his knife in your hand and offered it to him by the handle.

“Columbia, actually, and it’s just sheer adrenaline right now.” Foggy replied and you snorted a laugh as you took a few steps to the side. “I wouldn’t be here if doing this wasn’t important.”

“Smitty was on a run down I-90 with four other guys, got hit by an army and cut to pieces. They were left there like roadkill.”

“An army sounds extensive for a five man job.. Who did it?” You asked.

“Some new crew.” The biker shrugged. “But we’re gonna find them and you’re gonna wanna be far away from that action.”

The biker turned and left after that, leaving you and Foggy in the alley. You grabbed Foggy’s arm and began hauling him away, feeling him practically deflate in your grasp.

“Are you insane?” You scolded, taking careful intent to maintain your accent. “He could've killed you.”

“Why are you here?” He asked in counter. “Shouldn’t you be out with Daredevil?”

“Сорвиголова.” You scoffed. “No. I haven’t seen him since he got in my way with Fisk. We aren’t working together anymore.” (Daredevil.)

“What?”

“Listen to me because I will not say it again.” You said firmly, stopping your steps so you could face him. “This is going to get very messy, very fast. You need to keep you and your friends out of it, alright? If anything, work from a distance. Wait for this to come down a legitimate path rather than some back alley bullshit. Got it?”

“Okay..” Foggy said carefully. “Thanks.”

You nodded and took off, not really headed anywhere other than away from Foggy. You weren’t sure where to go from there. Going down I-90 wouldn’t make a difference because it was probably cleaned up and the officers long gone. Local cops had nothing, meaning the morgue had nothing, other than a label for homicide across a herd of bodies. You got yourself to a rooftop and sat on the ledge, wondering what to do next.

Your implant was ringing in your head with your usual cell phone chime. With a confused tilt of your head, you double tapped the scar.

“Yeah?” You answered quickly.

“Where are you?” Karen said in a panic and you could hear the skirting of tires in the background. You quickly jumped to your feet and tapped your mask, looking around as you tried to lock on her cell signal. 

“I see you. On my way.” You answered as you broke into a sprint. “Tell me what’s going on.”

“Someone attacked the hospital!” She screamed and you heard the glass shatter. “He came for Grotto.”

“But you’re alright?”

“For now!”

“Okay. Did you see how many?”

“Yeah… One.”

One?

“Alright, I’ll take care of it. Get somewhere safe and call me back.”

You ended the call and heard the sounds of a fist fight as you neared the hospital roof. You stood on the ledge and checked the surrounding buildings, only barely able to catch a glimpse of the two men fighting. It was easy to recognize his fighting style, even in the dark.

You had just landed when you saw the spark of a gunfire and Daredevil went tumbling over the ledge. You screamed out and the sound drew the attention of his attacker. He scoffed and got to his feet, though now you were pissed.

“Вы заплатите за это.” You sneered. (You’ll pay for that.)

Your anger was collecting in your palms, burning through your skin. You ran at him without hesitation and ducked his shot. You kicked the small gun from his hand and blocked a heavy hit from him. You slammed your fists against his jaw, seeing red puffs of smoke escape each time time you made contact.

He grabbed you by your shirtfront and hoisted you up, his other hand wrapping around your belt as he moved to slam you to your back. You grabbed his wrist and as your fingers dug in, you noticed that where your skin met his was turning red, as if it were burning. Quickly you shook the thought and tucked your legs so you could kick out against his chest. The move sent you two in different directions and you used the gap to jump the ledge you saw Daredevil fall down.

It was easy to recognize that you couldn’t beat him on your own, not as distracted as you were. You had to bail and figure out an actual plan. But at least you gained something. You saw his face.

You turned back and saw the man glaring down at you, bloody faced and angry. You pulled one of your charge disks and offered a fake salute so the movement doubled as the flick. He groaned as the disk landed at the base of his throat and you chuckled before turning to find Daredevil.

He was face down and not moving, making your heart stop. You knelt beside him and carefully rolled him over and tucked your fingers under his cowl, looking for the pulse at his throat.

“C’mon…” You muttered and slid your fingers down. “Please, c’mon.” You repeated with a bit more urgency.

By then, the tears were fogging your mask so you aggressively pulled it to sit around your throat. Your breathing was shaky and you couldn’t even focus enough to get yourself under control. You didn’t even care if he saw what you looked like, if he remembered who you were from when what happened with the Russians. You didn’t care, just as long as he was alive.

Sure, you hadn’t been on the best of terms with Daredevil as of late, but that didn’t mean you wanted to see him die. Especially not by getting shot in the head right in front of you. By some no name, trigger happy bastard with a vendetta.

You let out a quivering breath of relief when you found his pulse and he moved, ever so slightly he had moved his arm almost like he was reaching for you. You slid over so your back was against the small structure that you couldn’t specify in the dark. You very carefully repositioned him in your lap as you leaned your head back and sighed towards the night sky as you slipped your hand into his.

You bit down on the finger of your other glove and pulled your hand free. You tucked the glove into your belt before placing your hand gently on his cheek. Your thumb traced his features idly as your mind raced, but the slow movement was enough to help you settle yourself and focus.

You couldn’t leave him there alone. You knew that much. But where would you take him? Metro General would raise too many questions. You couldn’t get him back to your apartment on your own and you had no idea where he lived. You thought about calling Claire but you didn’t even know if she was back in Hell’s Kitchen.

That would’ve been a good time to actually know each other’s names.

Instead, you decided to stay on that rooftop.

Next thing you knew, your implant was pinging loudly. Opening your eyes, you found it was morning. You wiped your eyes and realized your mask was still down. You were careful to reposition it without moving Daredevil as you answered the call.

“Hey.” You said, sleep hanging on to your voice.

“Thank God you’re alive.” She said quickly. “Are- are you alright?”

“I’m alright, yeah.” You answered.

“I tried calling last night but you didn’t answer.” Karen answered worriedly. “You can’t do that, Y/N. Not with this maniac running around.”

“I know. Yeah, I know. I’m sorry…I promise, I’m fine.” You nodded, looking down at Daredevil. “Someone else… Not so much.”

“What happened?”

“Whoever came after you and Grotto, Daredevil found him first. The guy shot him in the head.”

“Oh my god.” She sighed and you could feel her worry through the call.

“I’m just glad the guy had the protection in his new suit. The idiot’s alive, barely.” You slid your fingers to check his pulse again and while it was stronger than it was last night, it was still weak. “I’ve been on this roof with him all night. I didn’t know where to take him. I thought I didn't care and was done but seeing him like that, I wanted to tear that guy apart…”

“At least he wasn’t alone.” Karen tried and you nodded in agreement. “Well uh- I called Foggy and I told him. Grotto and I are at the precinct. The cops wanna ask him questions about everything.”

“Okay… Foggy say not to let anyone talk to him witho-“

“Without one of them here, yeah.” She cut in. “Yeah, he told me.”

“Good.. I’ll probably head over there when…” You trailed off, hearing footsteps across the roof. “I gotta go.”

You tapped the scar and flexed your hand, lighting up your Bite as the person came closer. You were more than surprised to see Foggy.

“Jesus.” You sighed, easily slipping back into your accent and disarming. “What are you doing here?”

“Looking for him.” Foggy answered, kneeling at Daredevil’s other side.

“You know him?” You didn’t bother to hide your shock.

“You don’t?”

“I wouldn’t have stayed on this roof if I did.” You shrugged. “Guess you can’t stay out of it even if you wanted to, can you?”

“Guess not.” Foggy chuckled without humor.

“At least you have a friend you know can protect you.”

“Not if he gets himself killed.” He muttered and you couldn’t help but agree.

“Take care of him for me, okay?” You asked as you helped Foggy get Daredevil to his feet.

“I thought you weren’t friends anymore.”

“When I saw that guy take the shot and he went tumbling, something inside me…” You shook your head, deciding you didn’t need to explain all of it. “I just didn’t like what I saw. I tried taking on the guy on my own but I.. I didn’t have a chance. Probably too distracted but.. Look, just take him home, please.”

“Yeah, thanks for looking out for him.” Foggy nodded and you returned the gesture before heading to your apartment.

You had to get into your building through the rooftop door rather than your usual window. You slipped to your floor using the old stairwell that no one seemed to use anymore and got inside your apartment with no fuss. You ditched your suit quickly and showered, noting the blossoming bruises and busted knuckles as you got ready for the day.

Meanwhile, Matt was just lucky to have survived.

“Y’know, Exodus was there when I found you.” Foggy explained as he handed Matt the Aspirin.

“Exodus?” Matt chuckled. “You met her?”

“She looked like she’d been crying all night.” Foggy pressed. “She saw you get shot. Do you realize that?”

“She probably just would’ve rather been the one who pulled the trigger.” Matt pushed himself up with a groan.

“You’re not listening.” Foggy complained. “She cares about you, Matt.”

“No, she doesn’t.” Matt countered easily. “She only cares about herself.”

Matt didn’t fully believe that though. He was glad that Exodus was there and that maybe she did still care, at least a little bit. But as far as what her actions showed, she wanted nothing to do with him anymore and he wouldn’t force her to fight with him if she wouldn’t even talk to him. He knew saying she only cared about herself was hardly any different than when Fisk said she had no loyalty. And in both cases, it just wasn’t true.

“That’s why she stayed on that roof all night with you?” Foggy shrugged. “She went after that guy once you went down.”

Matt groaned in annoyance. Not because of what Foggy said about her being there, but at the fact that she went after the shooter on her own. He knew she was reckless and brave, but he never knew her to be stupid. 

“All I’m saying is that you should try to make amends before you end up dead. Whatever happened between you and her, whatever you did to piss her off, you need to figure it out beca-“

“She didn’t like that I didn’t let her kill Fisk that night.” Matt snapped. “She didn’t like that I- I- I knew she could be better. I didn’t let her go around and take lives when it wasn’t up to her.”

“You look like shit.” Foggy resigned, knowing the argument would go nowhere with Matt. In that moment, he understood why Y/N didn’t bother arguing with him anymore. “Stay here. Get some rest. I’ll have Y/N come check on you later.”

“Foggy.” Matt sighed. Hiding it from Y/N was the hardest part of the secret, and with all of that, he didn’t know what he would say when she got there.

“Just don’t.. You already know she’s gonna come anyway when you don’t show up to work today.” Foggy reasoned. “And I’ve covered for you enough as it is. Just… Just stay here.”

You got to the precinct just before Foggy did. Grotto was tense, aggressively on edge. Him and Karen were both terrified, the fear from them vibrating through your bones. It was so dense that you felt it as soon as you walked into the precinct, not even near the interrogation room. You had to take a deep breath when you stepped inside and used it to blow away the frazzled buzzing in the air.

“Where’s Murdock?” Grotto asked when Foggy was the only one to walk in.

“He took a sick day.” Foggy answered before he went around the table to talk to Grotto.

You turned to Karen, who was looking at you with the same quizzical expression you wore. You leaned in and spoke quietly.

“He’s hiding something.” You said simply. “Look how freaked he is.”

“You think it’s about Matt?” She asked in the same hushed tone.

“Or the fact that he knows Daredevil and ran into her this morning.” You shrugged a shoulder. “Either way, I’m guessing it’s another ‘hit by a car’ situation like that one time.”

“Wait. Back up. What?“ 

You shushed her once the door opened. You nodded to Brett and he gave you a slight wave. After a brief conversation between Brett and Grotto, your trio and Brett stepped out to let him change. You blew out a sigh as you followed Brett, listening to what Brett knew about the shooter.

“Vigilante type.” Brett explained, causing Karen to sneak a glance at you. You were focused on Brett but you saw her glance at your peripherals. “Targeting different crime families.”

“But not in a Daredevil-type way.” You added. “He kicks some ass and the city cheers like we won the goddamn World Series.”

“Not even in an Exodus-type way either.” Brett agreed and your brows raised. “She’s something else but even she doesn’t do this… Anyway, he makes a lot of people question the whole ‘hero’ idea.”

“And what do you think about it? I’m guessing not a whole lot of cops love Daredevil or Exodus.”

“Whole force is split, actually.” Brett shrugged. “Some cops want ‘em gone. Some say they make the job a whole lot easier.”

“But what do you think?”

“I think it’s only a matter of time before the wrong person gets caught in the crossfire.”

“You put it that way, I guess copycats were inevitable.” Foggy added.

“Not even the first, just the latest.” Brett said simply.

You nodded slightly in acknowledgment. You thought about the whole thing while Brett continued talking to Foggy about it. You figured your actions would inspire others to do the same. But you hadn’t thought of how wild it would be. Would that man really have claimed you and Daredevil as inspiration? Could you two really be responsible for a man who opened fire in a hospital?

It made you want to crawl out of your skin.

Targeting the crime families was one thing. It was something you had your fair share of experience with, considering your elimination of the Russians not that long ago. But to put innocent people at risk, just to get to one man? That didn’t sit right with you and it only made you want to find him and get answers.

You needed to take a walk.

“Hey.” You asked Foggy when Brett left. “Do you got this? I wanna go check on Matt. He was fine last night so it’s probably just food poisoning or something with the heat lately but y’know…” You shrugged at your lame excuse.

“Uh..” Foggy looked around and sighed. “Yeah, I got it. Go ahead.”

“You sure? Cause I can stay if you need me.”

“Yeah.” He offered a small smile. “DA’s assistant shouldn’t be too hard to handle.”

“You’ve got Karen, too.” You added and Karen agreed. “I just-“

“You worry about him.. I know.” Foggy nodded and offered a knowing smile.

“Thanks.” You smiled and hurried out.

The walk to Matt’s was quiet so you were able to think. It wasn’t so much that you wanted to stop this new guy. Granted, you didn’t appreciate him blowing holes in people all over town, but it’s not like he was killing good people. He did what you did, but messier. You thought about how you get to him again, get a time where you could get him to talk. Find out his motives, his goals. From there, you could decide if you wanted to fight with him or against him.

You tapped on Matt’s door with two quick knocks. You waited a minute to see if he would open it but he didn’t. You assumed he was asleep so you let yourself in. Coming into the living room, you found Matt around the corner.

Before you could say anything, he had knocked over the glass of water on the corner of the table. You yelped in surprise and jumped back, letting the glass shatter at your feet. You tossed your purse and blazer onto the couch and stepped around Matt to get a towel from the kitchen. You came back to the mess and knelt down, laying the towel over the entirety of the mess.

Your actions stopped when you heard Matt shout. Your head snapped up and your fists tightened, mind racing. You instantly thought something had happened. Someone followed you, the shooter from the hospital maybe. He saw you without your mask last night and was coming to kill you. But looking around, you quickly realized no one was there.

“Matt?” You tried gently as you crossed the room to kneel beside him, though he seemed to ignore you and screamed again. “Matt?”

You reached forward carefully and put a hand on his shoulder, one he quickly jumped away from. You furrowed your brows and reached out again, only this time Matt took a sloppy swing at you. You leaned away easy enough and caught his wrist, slipping your hand in his instead.

“Who…” He said quietly, nearly a whisper. You didn’t need your ability to know he was terrified.

“It’s me.” You answered in the same hushed tone as you guided his hand to your cheek. “You’re okay..”

His thumb traced your cheekbone before following the bridge of your nose to your lips. It reminded you of the first time he felt your face in college.

“Y/N..” He said, so desperately it was almost a whine.

He shifted to lean his shoulders against the wall instead of his back while the hand that was on your face went behind your neck. His other hand wrapped around your waist and he pulled you into his chest. You let out a small ‘oof’ as you fell into his lap but your arms went around him while he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

“I can’t… I can’t hear.” He mumbled against your skin. “I can’t hear.”

You closed your eyes and focused on him. His fear hadn’t changed but there was a relief mixed in. He was glad to not be alone but also terrified of losing another sense. You thought of how you could help him if he couldn’t hear you, so you took a chance and used your power.

You knew that emotions could relay messages and hold weight, depending on how individual people interpreted them. As you had been recently developing your powers to be more precise, you began learning that if you put enough intention behind what you did, you could essentially send a specific message.

So that’s what you did. Through the close grip he had on you, you let yourself absorb some of his fear and replace it with comfort, safety. You focused until those two emotions were nearly balanced and the physical tension in his body subsided. His hold on you tightened, practically begging for you not to leave him.

You’re gonna be okay. You’re not alone.

“Thank you.” He finally broke the silence after you didn’t know how long. He loosened his hold on you so you sat back to see him clearly. You kept hold of his hands loosely while he talked. “I’m glad you came by.”

“Something happened…” You said sadly, though you didn’t expect him to hear you. His head tilted but you kept going. “I know you won’t tell me but.. No one suddenly goes deaf unless something drastic happens… But, again, you won’t tell me so, I’m just glad you’re okay.”

“I don’t want to worry you.” He said honestly, giving your hands a squeeze.

“Then be more careful.” You scolded when you realized he heard you. “Cause if we lose you, I… I don’t have a lot left.”

“I’m sorry. Really, I am.” He offered a lopsided smile. “I’ll try, okay?”

“Promise me.”

“What?” He chuckled.

“Promise me.” You repeated firmly.

“Okay, okay.” He smiled, letting go of one of your hands to cross his heart. “I swear.”

“Thank you.” You nodded. “Now, I need to go.”

“Wait. Really?” Matt said quickly as you got to your feet.

“Yes, really. Foggy’s down at the precinct and the DA’s office is probably already there. We still have to figure out Grotto’s witpro. I can’t sit here on the floor with you all day.”

Even if you wanted to. Even if you wanted to remain in his embrace, listening to his heart beat. Feeling safe. 

“Right.” Matt nodded, though his disappointment hit you in the chest like a brick.

“But call me if you need anything… Okay?” You said as you grabbed your stuff. “I’ll come as soon as I can.”

“Yeah, yeah, I will. Thanks, Y/N/N.”

“See ya later, Matty.”

You peaked at your phone on the way out and saw a text from Karen.

karen : DA office says it’s one guy. 

karen: they almost have a complete profile

karen: “the Punisher”

[todayifallinlove]

Gotta Stop Meeting Like This

Pairing: Solomon x Reader

Source Material: Obey Me!

Tags: N*S*F*W / closet sex / secret relationship / mammon and levi almost discover them 

“We have *got* to stop meeting like this, my dear MC,” Solomon whispered against the shell of your ear. You could tell from the smug lilt in his voice that he was smiling, obviously very pleased with himself. “People will start to talk.”

“Stop talking,” you breathed, hands busy. You made fast work of removing his jacket, which he helped shrug out of in one fluid motion. This wasn’t the first time you two had done this. Your breath hitched as he flicked his tongue out at your ear, his hot breath on the wet skin sending pleasant shivers down your spine. Your hands skipped his button-up shirt and went straight to his belt.

“Hmm, hasty, are we?” His voice like a dangerous purr as he teased you. He was always egging you on, getting you riled up, pulling a reaction from you. “It’s not very polite to skip pleasantries.”

“Shut—up—,” you tugged down the zipper of his pants as his hands roamed slowly down your sides. Too slowly. He was teasing you, building you up, making you feel like the eager one, while he was soooo calm and collected. It ticked you off.

“Oh? Right to business then, is that it? Well, I ca—“ god. Finally. Anything to shut him up. You yanked on his tie harshly, pulling his face to yours. Your lips crashed into his, and you could feel him grin into the rough kiss. It seemed to ignite a fire in him, as next he grabbed your hair and made you tilt your head back to look up at him. A gasp left your parted lips and there was that smug smile again. His eyes almost seemed to glow in the dim lighting of the supply closet, undivided attention on you. Despite his cockiness, the look in his eyes betrayed how much he wanted you too, how much of an effect you had on him. You seized the opportunity to grab him by the hips and pull him flush against your body, eyes trained on his. He was already hard, you could feel him through the exposed fabric of his boxer shorts. Giving him a taste of his own medicine, you rocked your body against his, the friction of which had him grabbing you up, hooking your legs around his waist and pressing you roughly against a shelf to get more bearing. It was so funny to you when you got to him like this, causing him to skip all the tantalizingly slow teasing he had previously been so keen on.

His lips were on yours again and this time with a new hunger. There was no more small talk in this moment, just brutal want for one another. You slid your hands under his shirt, fingertips light and featherweight at first, tracing lines along his sides that made him shiver. Honestly? If the fire in your belly wasn’t lit already, it was now.

Faint voices in the hallway made you both freeze. Oh, no. Wasn’t this hallway always empty around this time? No one came around here during this part of the day, there aren’t any classes here, so why—

“I *just* want to know where MC is, yknow? Like what kinda human chooses to run off in the middle of the day and not say anything, huh??”

Oh, no. That was a familiar voice. A *very* familiar voice, griping about you of all people. Oh, jeez. This is bad.

“C’mon, I mean, I’m THE Mammon, I’m basically the most important person to her! She should at least tell ME where she keeps sneakin’ off to! Right?”

You hadn’t realized you’d been holding your breath until Solomon booped your nose, a gentle tap to get your attention. He smiled at you, tilting his head in the direction of the hallway and then raised his eyebrows. You could imagine what he was thinking. “*Popular, hm?*”

You wanted to retort, to say something catty to wipe the amused expression from his face, but you didn’t get the chance to. The voices were growing closer, and now that they were nearer, you could tell that Mammon wasn’t alone.

“Man, this sucks. I could be at home right now.” The second voice sighed, and sounded mopey as they continued. “Do you even *know* how many times the special director’s cut of TSL is played on TV a year? Do you *know*?”

Levi. That was definitely Levi. Oh, god. Or devil. Or whatever they say in the Devildom.

*Just keep walking, you, two. Just keep walking.*

You made a mental note to catch up with them later, if they didn’t catch you and Solomon pants-down first, that is.

Speaking of, you and Solomon had basically frozen in place when you heard the approaching demons. Your back pressed against the shelves, strong hands holding you up at the hips, your legs tight around his waist. This wouldn’t be a good position to get caught in, you thought. Mammon would *freak* if he found out what you were doing right now, who you were with... not to mention the rest of the demon brothers once Mammon opened his blabby mouth.

Your fingers subconsciously tightened in their grip on Solomon’s shirt, handfuls of fabric held in your hands. You heard a small chuckle in the quiet room, and snapped out of your focus on Mammon and Levi to notice how Solomon, somehow, seemed to be enjoying the predicament you were now in together.

“Are you *kidding* me?” You whispered with as much ferocity and dignity as you could manage for someone in your position.

Solomon leaned his forehead against yours in response, surprising you as he smiled—a genuine, soft smile this time, not the smug little smirk that never ceased to piss you off. He pressed a little kiss to the tip of your nose before retreating.

Without warning, Solomon adjusted so that he held you up by one arm, and you were once again reminded of just how strong he was. Left arm free, you were entranced as Solomon began to make what reminded you of runic sigils in the air. A few whispered words leaving his lips, the shape of a small prismatic figure slowly began to form as you watched. It was see-through, but it looked like water made up each of the sides, some panels of the prism running up, others down, some side to side. An impossible figure, the water-like substance glowed faintly blue, then violet. You were so hypnotized by the created object that you actually jumped when it shattered, the fragments dispersing in all directions before they simply disappeared from sight.

“Solomon, what—“

You tried to question, but the next second you found his hand pressed over your mouth, effectively silencing you. At first, you felt annoyed—*how dare he?*—but when the door knob started to rattle just feet away from you, a cold fear sunk in and squashed all thought of complaint.

Oh, no. Oh, no, oh no, oh no.

You must have made some noise when you jumped earlier. Despite Solomon holding you against his body, your back was still pressed to the rickety old shelves of the storage closet, the contents of which your sudden movement must have jostled. Solomon’s left hand came to rest at your hip once again, steadying you against him without a word.

“I swear I heard something in here, Levi! C’mon, help me open the door!”

They can’t come in here and see you like this—not now, not in this state! Skirt hiked up to your waist, Solomon’s cock still buried within you. You had to hide! You had to move! Why weren’t you hiding? Why wasn’t Solomon moving? What was he *thinking*?

In the dim light, you looked to Solomon for answers, but his gaze was set on the door. For once, there was no smug little smirk on his face, rather an unreadable expression. You had no idea what he was planning. You gripped at his clothes again and did your best to bury your face in his shirt, dreading your discovery that seemed to be inevitable at this point. Your only hope was that the rusty old lock on the door would hold long enough for Mammon to give up.

“Okay, 1, 2, 3!”

The door sprung open, the rusty lock being bested by Mammon rushing the door. In any other situation, you would have laughed and teased him about such a stupid stunt, but for now, you had no such bravado.

Pressing your face against Solomon’s chest, you waited with burning cheeks and a heart full of humiliation for the two demon brothers to say something.

You waited, and... you waited.

After a few beats, you tentatively raised your head, peering over Solomon’s shoulder. There was Mammon, standing just about a foot in the room, and Levi, standing just outside the doorway.

“Ugh, have you satisfied your curiosity? The room’s empty! Congratulations, Mammon, now Lucifer will kill us both!” Levi complained, smacking his face dramatically to show his exasperation at his brother’s antics.

You watched in growing confusion as Mammon’s cheeks turned red as yours just were, and he snapped back at Levi. “Lucifer will only find *out* if one of us tells’im, so keep your trap shut and we’ll be fine, yeah?”

Levi pouted with crossed arms out in the hall, clearly not on board with the plan, but having no other choice now that they were here.

Mammon, on the other hand, stepped forward in the room, and swiped at the air, as if feeling for something that he couldn’t see. He was so close, there was no *way* he couldn’t see you right there.

Your whole body tensed up as Mammon nearly touched Solomon’s arm as he swiped at the air again. The tensing fo your body led you to clench around Solomon’s cock, and if his fingernails digging into your bare hip were any indication, it definitely took him off-guard.

“Man, I swear it smells like MC in here....” You heard Mammon say to himself as he finally stepped back, resigned to the apparent fact that the room was empty.

Heaving a sigh, the demon shoved his hands into his pockets and began to stroll on out again. “...alright, Levi, let’s go. Maybe she went to the dining hall already? Let’s check there.”

Levi looked moody as ever, but he shut the closet door after Mammon exited, probably in attempt to keep any passers by from noticing the broken lock and slight, Mammon-shaped dent in the door.

You could hear their voices as they walked farther and farther off, and only when they were near inaudible did you dare speak.

“You ass!” You smacked Solomon’s chest, the puzzle pieces all clicking together now. “You weren’t going to tell me that was an invisibility spell you put on us? You were going to just let me suffer?”

Solomon’s laughter overlapped with your angry protests as you beat on his chest, all of which just made you more pissed off at what had happened.

“Insufferable! You’re literally the *worst*!” Your barrage of insults only made your partner grin, and before long you were silenced by him once again as his lips came to suddenly press against yours. Laughter echoed in his chest as you parted, making your face burn with heat.

“Oh, come now~,” he purred, a more serious voice being used, lips brushing against your ear as he spoke. “I couldn’t just let them see my little pet, after all~”

Hands tangled in your hair, he made you raise your face to him once more. A tender kiss was placed upon your lips, this time, one that made you melt into him like before you had been interrupted. If you could just stay like this forever, ugh.

“Perhaps we should finish this later?” Solomon inquired, a wink making you roll your eyes at him. Probably a good idea though, considering the tenacity of your friends looking for you.

[jedi-valkyrie]

scout’s honor

pairing: tasm!peter parker x gn!reader (can be read as platonic!! just skip the end)

summary: peter parker is hiding something and as his best friend it’s your job to figure it out.

word count: ~1.5k

warning: a lil angst but not anything big- very cheesy and swearing. spoiler-free!!

notes: i’m reposting this now that the tag news is fixed- i am so sorry if this is coming up on your feed again, i just wanted it to reach more people! tysm for reading, i hope you enjoy it!! requests are open!!

Peter had been distant. He was basically invisible these past few weeks. every text had been ignored, every phone call was sent to voicemail, and worst of all most conversations were rushed and brushed off. It was hell.

You were worried for him, you knew that he had been helping out at Oscorp and you figured that maybe he was stretching himself too thin. He was a genius, but an idiot when it came to taking care of himself.

You and Peter had been friends since middle school. The first time you met, you had gotten detention for threatening some assholes from the grade above, while he was there for accidentally correcting a teacher in science class. An unlikely, but functional pair. He was the one person you felt truly safe with, you could be vulnerable with him. He’d open up to you when he could, but usually he’d rather distract himself by hanging out with you. May liked to joke that the two of you were connected at the hip; and it was true. It was unusual to see one of you without the other.

You’d drag him to football games so you could write about them for the newspaper (Midtown almost always lost, it was more of a comedy column than anything else). You both sat in the corner of the bleachers, his camera around his neck and his hand in the bag of gummy worms you both shared. He'd laugh when you made fun of the coaches and teased you when you got a little too into the game. You still remember the heat rushing to your cheeks when he wrapped his arm around you in the winter. He was more than your friend- he was your partner, your companion- and he was completely ignoring your existence.

One day in school you trailed him in the hallway, something that would be embarrassing if it were anyone but Peter.

You caught up to him, “Jesus Christ, Parker, how long are your legs?”

He chuckled, giving you a small smile. You noticed a new bruise on his cheekbone and winced in sympathy.

“Shit, are you alright? Have you seen the nurse yet?”

He looked at you, confused before remembering his injury, “Oh this? Yeah, I’m totally fine. Just kinda… fell, yknow?” He made a little rolling motion with his fingers.

You nodded slowly, knowing him well enough to tell when he was lying, “That sucks. But, if you’re around tonight I was wondering if you could help me out on my chemistry? Mr. Brown really hates my guts and I really need to pass this test.”

He scratched at his chin and you prepared yourself for yet another rejection, “Uh, yeah. Just come by whenever, I should be there.”

“Scout’s honor?” You asked, putting your hand up.

He groaned at the childish gesture, “Scout’s honor,” he repeated, begrudgingly intertwining your thumbs to make a butterfly.

You beamed at him and he rolled his eyes, gently pushing you towards your next class while he continued down the hallway.

When you got to the Parker residence, you were informed by May that he had just ran out and that he’d probably be back soon. So you two made tea and chatted for a little while. She asked about your family and you both shared your concerns about Peter's new internship before she left to work.

You went up to his room and immediately noticed the stark difference. It was… clean. Peter was a messy person at heart so the fact that his room was almost spotless beside the occasional bandaid wrapper was suspicious. You doubt he’d clean it for you, he never had before. On his wall were taped up equations that your brain couldn’t begin to comprehend. You preferred physics to chemistry, there was less to understand, but one would understand more. You glanced at his table, scanning over various printed photographs, some of you and others of scenic views. In his notebook were sketches of spiderman, along with equations. They were detailed, intricate drawings, so you assumed he had taken a liking to the vigilante; something you noted to make fun of him for.

It was too late to walk home, and this wasn’t the first time he showed up to his own house late so you started in your chemistry. You sat on his bed and opened your notebook to start working out an equation.

After almost an hour of sitting there, waiting, you started to pack up. You figured he probably got caught up with something at Oscorp. As you were pulling on your backpack you heard a bump across the room. There stood Peter Parker, clad in a tight spandex suit.

“Oh fuck, I’m so sorry I completely forgot-“

“You’re Spider-man,” you whispered in disbelief, staring at him with wide eyes.

He looked down, suddenly remembering he was still in his suit. You stood there staring at each other for a moment before them he started pacing, quietly muttering to himself.

You continued gawking at him, “You’re fucking Spider-Man!”

“Oh this is bad, this is really, really, bad.”

You watched him walk back and forth, “Why is it bad?”

“Why is it bad?” he mimicked, “Because I just fought a fucking killer lizard on the bridge, and the cops are out to get me, and Connors knows you, and just- Shit!” He threw his mask on the desk with such a force that you heard some of the wood crack.

There was a lot to dissect in his little ramble so you opted to just sit down on his bed, putting your head in your hands.

“Well, okay,” you started, “who else knows?”

He paused, “Only you, and maybe Dr. Connors.”

“Dr. Connors is the guy at Oscorp, right? The one your dad used to work with?” You asked. You hated having to catch up on two and a half weeks of news in one night.

“And he’s the lizard guy thing. The thing that was at the bridge last week,” he stood in front of you, biting his thumbnail.

You nodded, rubbing your temples, trying to wrap your head around all that was happening around you.

Peter Parker, your best friend, was swinging around New York every night. He was stopping thieves and protecting people. And now he had a warrant out for his arrest and a lizard scientist trying to kill him.

He bent down next to you, “I know it’s crazy and I’m so sorry I dragged you into this, but you can’t be around me, or any of this. You need to just… stay away from me for a little while.”

“What? Why would I do that?”

“Because you could get hurt, or followed- You just need to listen to me. Please, Y/N,” he pleaded, holding your hand in his own.

His eyes were watery as he looked up at you, his grip on you tightening when you shook your head.

“I can defend myself, Pete. You know that,” You said softly.

He nodded, “I know you can, I do. But I can't have you hurt. I don’t know what I’d-“

“I’m just supposed to sit idle and when you come into school with another fucking broken rib? Peter, I’m not leaving you alone,” It wasn’t a question, and it definitely wasn’t a request. You couldn’t sit by while and watch him get pummeled for people who were still picketing for his arrest. You cared about him too much to do that.

He knew you were past convincing and he knew you were right. He pulled himself up to sit next to you, fiddling around with your intertwined fingers. You used your free hand to cup his cheek, his face was littered with scratches and his eyes were a little bloodshot, but he was still Peter. The Peter who’d buy you slushies when you had a shitty day. Peter who’d make you photo collages for your birthday and play with your hair. Peter who you’ve loved as long as you’ve known. Your Peter.

You wiped a tear from his eye and his eyes flickered down to your lips for a moment. That familiar heat rush shot straight to your cheeks. He let go of your hand and moved closer to you.

“Can I kiss you? Please?” He asked, a hint of eagerness in his tone.

You nodded and immediately his lips were on yours, his hand cupping your cheek. You smiled at the sensation of his calluses against your skin. His kiss was hesitant, careful. But when your hand moves to run through his hair, any caution is dismissed. He’s pulling you closer as if his life depends on it and you wish this feeling, this adrenaline, would last forever.

You pull away to catch your breath and your foreheads are pressed together, your noses bumping together. You’re both smiling, his hand gently caressing your cheek.

“I can’t lose you,” he mutters, pressing another gentle kiss to your lips.

“You won’t.”

“Scout’s honor?” He asked, putting his hand in the space between you.

You smile, intertwining your thumbs, “Scout’s honor.”

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* It’s your third year at Hogwarts, Harry Potter’s second, and you’re having a pretty good year so far

* You’ve made your house team, and you’re doing pretty good in school, in fact, you’ve got a knack for potions and herbology

* “Good thing too or we’d be stuck up a creek without ya” Fred says grinning as he watches you show him how to make the simple “cure for boils” potion

* “And not sooner either, these things hurt more than you think” George complains, wincing every time he touches one

* “Well what did you think was going to happen when you tried to go into the girl’s changing room?” You ask with a sigh

* “In our defense we didn’t know it was the girls changing room, we just wanted a shortcut to the pitch”

* You hide a smile, that sounds about right

* Life is pretty good

* Until it isn’t

* “Enemy’s of the heir beware” the words leave your mouth in a murmur

* Your eyes trained on the blood-coated words on the wall

* You think you're going to be sick

* “That’s right you’ll be next mudbloods!” Draco shouts and immediately you feel two hands clasp both of your shoulders

* One is Fred’s and the other is George’s

* They insist on walking you back to your dorm

* “Really I’ll be fine, you should go check on your brother, Ginny was looking a little pale too” you insist but they keep pushing you forward

* “We can do that after you get back to your common room safely”

* If you’re Muggle-born they’re really protective of you over the next few months

* You’ve woken up to taping on your window more than once, yawning as you walk over to see who it is

* Only to see your favorite red-headed pair of doppelgängers

* “Couldn’t sleep” Fred says with a yawn

* “We were too afraid the heir of Slytherin would kill us in our sleep” George adds

* “Best we sleep here, so you can protect us and keep us safe” they finish in unison

* The next morning your dorm mates wake up to see them sleeping on the floor at the foot of your bed, drooling all over each other, wands clasped in their hands

* They absolutely refuse to let you stay in the castle for Christmas

* “Nope, no, no way in bloody hell,” George says defiantly

* “But I want-“

* “If you’ve got a death wish, you can just come home with us and eat mum’s cooking-”

* “So good you’ll go to heaven”

* They’re tugging you to the station before you can even protest

* “What about Ron?” You ask

* “What about Ron? He’s a big boy, besides it looks like those three are scheming-“ George starts

* “Schemings best left to the young ones, us old-timers have no place in it, best for us to go home and have some Christmas pudding, isn’t that right Percy?”

* Percy, who was only passing by gives you three a quizzical look before turning away with a shake of his head

* “Whatever nonsense you’re up to, leave me out of it”

* Fred turns to you with a grin

* “See even Percy agrees, leave the nonsense to the youngins’”

* Percy just keeps shaking his head

* “Come, Ginny, let’s sit somewhere away from them- don’t want you to be around bad influences”

* Their parents are thrilled to meet you

* “So you’re (Y/N)! We’ve heard so much about you-“

* So the twins talk about you at home huh?

* “- from Percy, he says your next in line to make prefect in your house,” she says patting you affectionately on the shoulder

* Percy nods from behind her

* “Cedric’s been recommending you to Sprout” He adds

* Your face burns and the twins grin behind you

* “Prefect (Y/N) I like the sound of that” George says with a mischievous grin

* “Don’t forget us when you’re rich and famous, soaking in the prefect bathroom like a big shot”

* You roll your eyes

* “Well since I’m such a big shot I guess I can overlook when you explode a toilet or two”

* The Weasley’s stay up until well past midnight for Christmas

* Molly knits you a matching scarf for the sweater she gave you last year

* “Well doesn’t it look dashing on you!” She says with a smile and she wraps it around your neck

* George and Fred are nervous you might not like it but you grin

* “I love it”

* George scrambles over

* “You want my scarf too?” He says already unwrapping his from around his neck

* “Take mine too, you look awfully cold,” Fred says

* There’s a Polaroid somewhere of you swaddled in five scarfs while Ginny and the twins laugh

* Percy is in the background looking disappointed- but one of those scarves is how

* At night, when the sleeping arrangements are all drawn up you’re with Ginny

* You lie side by side in her bed, you’re half asleep

* “Can I talk to you about something”

* You yawn and nod, not moving

* And then when she doesn’t say anything you say-

* “About Harry?”

* There’s another silence, but this one feels heavier somehow, and it wakes you up a bit

* “Just send him some chocolates for Valentine’s Day” you yawn patting her shoulder

* “Sign it with ‘your secret admirer’ if it makes you too nervous” you yawn again, feeling your eyes droop

* Is that why she’s been looking so sick lately? Too many nights lying awake at night thinking about a boy who doesn’t share her feelings

* “You know Ginny if something does nothing but cause you pain, and I know it’s not very Gryffindor-like, but you can just walk away from it yknow” you’re slurring, barely awake.

* “I can’t just walk away?” She asks and you nod

* “Of course you can”

* And then you fall asleep

* Completely forgetting about the conversation until it’s Valentine’s Day and you see Harry followed around by a singing valentine

* “So this is the fantastic advice you gave Ginny?” George asks, a teasing smile lifting onto his face

* “I told her to give chocolates! I don’t know a boy alive who doesn’t like sweets”

* “Well where’s our chocolate then?” Fred asks expectantly

* You look to George for some support, but he’s looking at you expectantly too

* “Oh I get it, all your chocolates are saved for pretty boy Diggory”

* You roll your eyes and shake your head while walking away

* What’s up with them and thinking that you have a crush on Cedric

* They do come back to their dorms with small bags of chocolate on their beds, just two pieces each

* But they smile like you gave them a lump of gold

* “Did you make them by hand?” One teases

* “Tasted like they were made with love, and all those warm fuzzy feelings” the other finishes

* You roll your eyes

* “You should just be glad the house-elf I found didn’t mind me taking a bit of chocolate”

* It surprises both of them that you actually did make them by hand

* They were really just teasing

* George is the one to make the first move

* “Well next time you go invite us too, I think it would be fun to learn how to make chocolates”

* George wraps an arm around your shoulders

* “We could give them to Snape and make him think he has a secret admirer,” Fred says with a grin, wrapping one of his arms around your shoulders as well

* “Send him a singing Telegraph and everything” George grins

* You shake your head and laugh, what a couple of bozos

* It is pretty funny to see Snape get all flustered though

* They get even more protective when Muggle-born students start getting petrified

* You’re never without one, or both of them

* “Looks like your bodyguard is here,” Cedric says with a teasing smile when he sees George waiting in the corridor outside your class for you

* You nod, moving to go meet him when you feel a gentle touch on your arm

* “Let him know that if he’s ever looking for a career change, I’ll gladly fill the spot” he ruffles your hair before you leave and you can see the teasing coming from a mile away

* But George doesn’t say anything when you walk over to him, walking together to transfigurations in moderate silence

* “So you and Diggory are pretty close” he finally says, breaking the silence

* You look up at him, his eyebrows are threaded together and his mouth is pinched into a frown

* It makes you think about the time you thought that maybe they wouldn’t spend as much time with you anymore when you were brewing the amortentia potion

* “Yeah but we’re closer,” you say bumping your shoulder against his arm, he laughs

* “That’s true”

* The mischievous glint in his eyes returns

* “I doubt he’ll feel the same once he finds out you drool in your sleep”

* You roll your eyes shoving him lightly which earns a laugh

* “I mean really (Y/N), it’s just a bit excessive innit? Most mornings your pillow is more drool than Cotten at this point, you should really get it checked-“

* You shove him harder laughing when he starts laughing

* “Big words from the boy who snores so loud his dorm mates left him floating on the lake”

* “It wasn’t my dorm mates, it was Fred and he did it to because I pretended I was him when I said something that upset Oliver Wood”

* Your eyebrows thread together

* Haven’t seen much of Oliver around now that quidditch has been canceled

* “What did you say?”

* George turns bright red and turns away

* “You’ve been spending an awful lot of time around that keeper for Hufflepuff lately” Wood was especially cranky as of late now that quidditch was canceled for the rest of the year

* And George doesn’t know why, but he gets so irked by it

* What does Wood care who he spends time with off the pitch? It’s not like he’s been taking it easy on you during matches or anything

* “It’s not my fault you don’t know how to talk to someone you’re attracted to”

* And then realizing how it sounded, and flushing red George claimed he was Fred

* He sounded like he was a jealous boyfriend or something

* It’s almost mortifying

* Almost

* “Nothing, don’t worry about it”

* And it’s the first sign for George that someone might have seen something in him that he hasn’t noticed

* But for now that doesn’t matter

* Because you’re here telling jokes like nothing’s changed

* When Ginny gets taken to the chamber you’re sitting with George and Fred in their dorm hugging them close

* You showed up outside their window on your broom, tapping on the glass until they opened it and enveloped you in a hug

* “Maybe it’s just one big mistake, and she’ll pop out any second saying she got lost on her way to the loo”

* “Maybe,” Fred says, but he doesn’t sound like he believes it

* “Everything’s going to be fine,” George says

* And you nod, because you really hope it does

* And by morning Ron and Harry show up covered in dirt with Ginny behind them who looks like she did at first

* With color on her face and vibrancy you haven’t seen on her all year

* “So good old Gildy was a fraud all along huh?”

* “Coulda fooled me”

* And then just like that you’re on the train home

* Joking with Harry, Ron, Ginny, Fred, and George about Percy’s secret girlfriend

* “It feels like it was just yesterday we were getting off the train and starting the year,” you say slightly wistful

* “Speak for yourself, Oliver Wood nearly killed me at practice with punishment drills for something I said apparently” Fred groans

* “Best to leave the adventuring to the young ones” George grins teasing you as you step onto the platform

* And just like that, it’s over

* And just like that it’ll be a new school year

* And the beginning of a new adventure