#also though matt was like 'maybe you should get a cane for times when you have to stand up for a long time' and

[saturnluvva]

IFHY

pairing: fem!reader + enemy!mattsturniolo

warnings: angst, cussing, jealousy?

blue - matt

pink - reader / y/n

orange - Chris

purple - Nick

summary: when matts biggest enemy y/n starts talking to a boy from his hockey team matt gets jealous.

A/N: I hate this. also, might make this a 2 Parter or a series.

- Matt's POV -

I've hated y/n my whole life she was so difficult to get along with. she was either always talking about boys or makeup which are the most boring things ever. it always confused me on how my brothers even tolerated her as much as they did but I guess that was none of my business.

"EARTH TO MATTHEW" nick yelled in my ear like the idiot he is. "Huh?' I replied I was acting like I didn't hear him at first, but I really didn't Wanna believe what he said 'y/n is moving to LA for the next 2 months!" Me, Chris, and Nick moved to LA about a year or two ago because of our YouTube channel.

I hated how Nick and Chris were friends with y/n because that's mean that I couldn't escape her whether it was a short visit, or a long call made by nick.

"wh-" before I could even say what I had to there was a ring at our door "is that her?!" Chris asked as he ran down the stairs. nick shrugged and went to open the door. there she was the worst person in the world.

- Y/NS POV -

I saw nick and Chris opening the door to their house the first thing I did when i saw nick was giving him a big hug since it felt like forever since id seen him. and I hugged Chris right after even Though he kind of smelled like blue cheese. right after I hugged Chris, I saw him. I put our past behind and walked up to him "hey" but i was met with silence and a look that made me feel uneasy `what do you want" finally he spoke. was it the words I wanted? no but it was good from him "hi. how are yo-" he walked away. he always did this maybe it was his way of thinking he's won the argument. but I wasn't arguing with him this time. "what's his pr-" I heard him slam his door. 'Bitch..." I thought to myself. "That doesn't matter! let's catch up for a while until matt learns not to be a dickhead!" I laughed. nick was always the funnier triplet he always knew what to say and when to say. I spent next two hours catching up with Nick and Chris it was really nice I had talked about all the new people and boys I'd met.

- Matt's POV -

as soon as I came out of my room to get something to eat, I heard that annoying bitch "yeah there's this new guy I'm talking to! his names Austin" Austin. I'd always hated Austin I never knew why though. maybe it was his hair. his smile. his face. or his attitude. he'd always just rubbed me the wrong way. but now he's "talking" to y/n I hate him even more for that. not because I like her or anything it was because he never kept a relationship for more than a month and knowing how much of a crybaby y/n is I just know that once the relationship ends, she's gonna come to nick and Chris crying and I'll never hear the end of it. it felt like he was plotting on me, and I hated it a little more than I hated him and y/n.

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it was 12:00am which was usually the time Chris and Nick were asleep, so I went downstairs to get some leftovers of the canes we had bought earlier. but as soon as I reached the last step, I saw y/n in the living room and walked up to the couch where she was sitting "why are you up so late..." she had jumped from the sound of my voice "just not tired" bullshit. I'd seen her phone in her hand already "texting Austin?" I'd had the biggest smirk ever.

- Y/NS POV -

there he was with that dumb smirk on his ugly face. "No! why would I be doing that?'' "I'm a great liar!" I thought "you're a horrible liar" dammit. "What do you even see in him?" dumb question "he's actually nice to me."

"You should go to sleep. c'mon" "why?" "You know the rule." shit. the rule was that I could only sleep in Nick and Chris's rooms if I go to bed at the same time as them. I've always hated his rule but who was I to break it? exactly. "fine" I rolled my eyes and stood up

I'd l laid down next to him in his bed with my back facing him I didn't mind sleeping in his bed it was the fact that it was his bed.

the curiosity was killing me "so... how many women have you fucked on this bed?" "50" "ew!' I instantly jumped up from his bed and he started laughing. 'I'm kidding." "Maybe like 3 or 4 depends on if you count me actually Cumming at the end" "freak" I was actually disgusted even if he was joking.

"You asked" I ignored him. he was right but I wasn't gonna give the satisfaction of knowing that and he knew it.

I gasped as I felt him lean over me "what?' "You know Austin's only gonna break your heart?' "Shut up." "Nah I'm good sis." I rolled my eyes. it was hard dealing with matt because if he wasn't being a dickhead and annoying the shit out of me, he was being a sassy asshole.

#sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #x y/n #matt x y/n #matt x reader #christopher sturniolo #matt stuniolo fanfic #angst #fanfic

[missizzy]

Habeas for Superheroes, Part 12: Saving the Liebermans(Daredevil, Matt/Foggy)

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It was late in the evening when Foggy headed out to Queens for the second time that day. Sarah, as she'd told Foggy to call her, was waiting outside. "I managed to get my father to look after the kids," she said, "but they're all three of them wondering what's going on. My son got aggressive about it." She sighed at that. "I don't know what we're going to tell them."

"We'll figure it out," said Foggy. "Situations like this, you always have to figure out things like that as you go along. You can try preparing things beforehand, but whatever you're planning, it won't work out. Trust me."

She, for instance, didn't yet know exactly what she was going to say to Matt when he met them in Manhattan to lead them to where David Lieberman was hiding. They had only communicated by email since her first visit to Queens that morning. She was determined not to apologize, because she wasn't sorry. But she was aware that just telling him why she'd done it would probably lead to the kind of argument they did not want to have in front of a stranger.

Maybe Matt himself realized, that, though. When Foggy and Sarah emerged onto the street to find him waiting there, as soon as Foggy had called out his name he was stepping forward and offering his hand, saying, "Good evening, Mrs. Lieberman. My name is Matt Murdock. I'm Ms. Nelson's husband. Your husband is staying near the river. This way." Then he just turned and walked off, making a show of using the cane, but not taking Foggy's arm. Or getting anywhere near her, even though she'd worn shoes more than loud enough to avert any suspicions.

Sarah threw Foggy a concerned look at this. Foggy looked away, just saying, "Come on, let's get this over with."

They kept close to him as they reached the river, walking through the dark corners of New York that they'd both avoided before now, even as those they loved had plunged into them. It wasn't a cold night, but Sarah was shivering anyway, and at least looked distracted enough she might have not noticed the ease with which Matt made his way, even though there wasn't much to mark the route for a blind man. Not much for even a seeing one, honestly. The buildings all looked the same in the dark, at least until they saw the one with a light in its entrance.

David Lieberman was waiting for them there. He was a fairly tall man with dirty blonde hair and beard, extremely disheveled at the moment, and his clothes were in worse shape. The minute his wife laid eyes on him, she strode up to him and shoved him into the door. Which wasn't very stable; it gave way behind him and sent him stumbling further back. Sarah didn't even seem to notice. She just moved forward into the broken doorframe and shoved him again, and again.

Foggy couldn't make out all of her words. There was "What did you do?" and "We saw you die!" (that one was loud and she yelled it multiple times) and something about months.

As Matt moved forward to intervene, Foggy quietly said, "I think you should let her have it out with him, Matt. In fact, I think we should move out of earshot. Or at least far enough away. Unless you think there's anyone dangerous around."

"We're the only people in the immediate area," said Matt. "Back to the river and I won't even catch their voices without concentrating." They didn't have to worry about being overheard by the Liebermans; they could hear enough from inside the building to know that.

They walked back to the river in silence. Foggy could feel the tension rising, but she also felt their surroundings, despite Matt's belief they were safe for the moment. She might refrain from yelling at him just for that, lucky him.

When they got there, and Foggy was staring out at water barely visibly in the darkness, Matt spoke first, his voice very cool as he asked, "You are aware you may have just gotten all four of them killed?"

A harsh cut, but one Foggy had anticipated. "I admit I didn't anticipate her taking matters into her own hands like that. I made it pretty clear I wasn't planning for anyone to do anything in response to my telling her."

"I think her husband did. I think he had a pretty damn good reason for keeping her in the dark, that being he knew her and he knew she might react like this."

Probably neither of them anticipated the nerve that one touched. "So you're just assuming men like you two know what's best for your wives? I thought I told you what I thought of that nonsense back in college!" It was very hard not to yell. "We wives are not just pets to be protected from our own foolish impulses."

Matt looked a little hangdog and like he wanted to protest that whole thing, but a moment later he instead said, "But you're not like Mrs. Lieberman. You're not incapable of taking care of yourself, and you actually have some idea of what you're up against, and anyway, the people who would go after you can't so long as they don't know I'm Daredevil, so we've never quite been in their current situation."

"And if we were?" Foggy asked, because that was an important question, and this might be her best chance to get it answered.

Matt fell silent. After half a minute or so, Foggy gave up on an immediate answer, and continued, "While you're chewing on that, let me also point out that if David had slipped up-and do remember he had no experience with anything even remotely like this-Sarah would've had no way to know they were coming for her or their children."

"I'm pretty sure he could've called her very fast, if it came to that. The kids, too, even if they'd been at school or otherwise out of the house. I couldn't tell everything about the set-up he's got in there-and I don't think anyone who wasn't an IT professional could've either-but I know enough about his activities that it would shock me if he couldn't."

Maybe that was true. But Foggy still went on, "She's told me a bit more about what the past months have been like for her, too. She's been very alone, you know. Most of the friends she and her husband had snubbed her after he was condemned as a traitor. And the kids have suffered similar in school, and the son, Zach, has basically become a problem kid in response. And she truly was devastated to lose him. I don't usually believe traditional claptrap about women and men, but I am becoming convinced that a woman absolutely can get herself so invested in her husband that losing him can break her."

"Foggy," Matt's stricken response to this wasn't a surprise. She was a little more caught off guard by just how hard seeing him that way still got to her. It took her time to pull her thoughts or feelings together enough to say anything more.

Too much time. First, Matt said, "Everything he did in there was for them, you know. What he did to get them in this predicament might not have been, but he's no noble crusader wanting to dedicate even half of his life to this. His main goal now is finding a way home he can live with."

There was a romanticism to that, Foggy acknowledged. But if there was one thing she had learned over the past year and a half, it was that romance didn't really get you anything in the end, not even emotional comfort.

But the pause in the argument had made her realize she was tired, and didn't want to get off onto that tangent with Matt. She seemed to get tired more easily than she had even a year ago.

She found herself asking, "So, what are we doing anyway? Do we want to get the Avengers involved in this?"

"Perhaps," said Matt. "They could even conceivably get the entire Lieberman family out of the country if they're willing to go, and even if we shouldn't involve Stark right now, they could get the incriminating documents leaked probably within days. And that's if they even bother trying to not be connected to it. It would probably be a stronger case if they weren't, but I'm not sure Rogers has ever cared about such things."

"Either way, that probably would solve the current dilemma, if Lieberman didn't know anything the world hadn't heard about, too, and his getting killed again would only make them look worse." As Foggy said this, she observed her husband's reaction. She would've liked him to be a lot more pleased by this.

He only said, "We don't know how much he knows, not really, especially when he's had half a year to do nothing but hack into all the government's systems. It would be safer for him and his family if we handled this more quietly. Romanov could probably think of some way to do it."

"I can guess the real reason you don't want to go public, you know," Foggy snapped, because she already had. "You just don't want to feel responsible when Frank finds out and of course he's probably going to want to kill everyone involved, and ultimately, he's only likely to hold back for the sake of our cases for so long. But I don't know if he'd even succeed, Matt. He's never gone after anyone truly powerful."

"That's not my only reason," Matt sighed, which probably was true enough. "But I think he probably would succeed, at least for one of them. Possibly get himself killed in the process, which of course he doesn't care about, but Karen would."

"And she wouldn't be the only one, would she?" Foggy asked, because Karen was the one more obviously emotionally entangled with Frank, but she had already thought Matt was, too, in a weird way. Though really, if she was being extremely honest, she wasn't indifferent to his fate herself.

Matt might have even looked embarrassed for a second. Then he said, "Either way, we still need to get the Liebermans out. Do you think they'll refuse to be evacuated?"

"I hope not," said Foggy. "Though maybe we'd better go check in on them, make sure Sarah hasn't stormed off alone in the dark part of town in the middle of the night."

She hadn't; when Matt and Foggy returned to the building, they found both Liebermans standing together in front of the entrance. "So," Foggy asked them, "do you two have any idea what you want to do now?"

"Only that we want to be fully reunited as a family," said Sarah, "in any way that's relatively safe for us."

"So you would be willing to leave the country?" Matt asked.

The two of them looked at each other. "Is the situation really that hopeless?" David Lieberman asked.

Foggy saw Matt consider it, as she did the same. "Anything we attempt to do that's legal will inevitably take time," she said, "and we'd definitely have to hide you somewhere to keep you from getting killed, I'm afraid."

"And probably you and your children as well," said Matt, "because as soon as the people responsible for this realize you're still working against them, well, if they can't get to you, they'll get to anyone you care about that they can reach. In fact, do you two have anyone else who might need protecting?"

"My father," said Sarah. Looking at her husband, she added, "Maybe your sister, too? Even if I'm not sure anyone's heard from her since the sit shiva. I sure haven't."

"It might not have to be forever, though," Foggy offered. "You might be able to come back when everything is resolved."

"I think we both know enough to know that's going to take a long time," said David. "Thanks for offering the hope of us returning eventually, though."

"Very well, then," said Matt. "There are people who can help you, and I expect to be in contact with them next week. Until then, Mrs. Lieberman, we have to decide where you and your children will stay. We have other friends who can take you in, or can even watch over them if you choose to stay in your own house, though I would advise against that."

"We'll have to go back there, though," said Sarah. "The kids and my father are there." Foggy heard the terror when it first came into her voice, when it at last hit her just how much danger her entire family was now in.

"I've seen no signs of them paying any more attention to the three of you at the moment," said David. "Even if we did anything today that might change that, surely there'll be at least a few hours' lag."

"Probably," Matt agreed. "Foggy and I should both take you home. I'll call one of my friends to try to meet us there."

The friend he had in mind turned out to be Danny Rand. That made sense; Luke Cage was far too high profile to work for this, and Jessica Jones might refuse to help. Foggy was happy to leave Matt to deal with him and keep nearer to Sarah.

She spent a few minutes debating with herself whether to ask it, but when they were almost out of the deserted area, she did: "Should I not have told you?"

"Absolutely you should have," said Sarah. "I mean, I suppose you really should ask me that in a few more days...but I think my answer will be the same. Whatever happens to the four of us now...at least provided we all survive it, we'll probably all four be better off."

"Wow," said Foggy, because while Sarah had told her about her various woes, she hadn't realized it was *that* bad.

Matt finished his phone call with the news that Danny hoped to reach Queens in one or two hours. "Maybe longer, if what he's dealing with right now takes more time than he's expecting."

They couldn't talk as much on the train, but when they emerged into the Liebermans' neighborhood, Matt said, "I think you'll like Danny. He'd a good guy, very nice."

She, Foggy thought, probably would. On the other hand, she wasn't looking forward to how her son was likely to deal with him.

Very early the next morning

After it was decided they should stagger their departures from the Liebermans' house, Foggy left first. Not caring to travel too far alone in the dark, she called a cab to pick up her from a few blocks away, arriving back in Hell's Kitchen as the sun was just starting to peek out from between the buildings.

She headed up the stairs, trying to figure out, in her exhausted state, exactly how late to work she could get away with being that day. When she took as glance at her email as she walked into the apartment, she did so with the thought that hopefully there wouldn't be anything important.

Instead, she found herself reading an email from Jessica, asking her to call as soon as she could, regardless of the late/early hour. Foggy spent a good two minutes trying to mentally stretch the definition of the word "could," before sighing and calling.

The third ring had come and gone, and Foggy was a split second from sighing in relief and disconnecting, when she heard Jessica's, "Oh, now you're answering, Ms. Nelson?"

"I only saw your email now. It's been a very busy night. What have you got?"

"Some real dirt on our friend Carson Wolf. Turns out along with everything else, he's been dealing in heroin. Not only that, he's been smuggling it out of Afghanistan with the bodies of military personnel killed in action. I haven't found how he's been selling it yet, or what he's then doing with the money, since it doesn't look like he's been keeping most of it-which in itself probably means more dirt, and I can think of one possibility."

Foggy, too, had a pretty good idea of just what that money had been spent on, and a guess on who'd sold the heroin as well. Her first impulse was to tell Jessica that, but not only was it way too dangerous to do that over the phone, but Matt had mentioned he'd left out Lieberman's still being alive in what he told her, and she thought perhaps it would be better if they moved him and his family to safety first.

Still, if the government had tried to murder at least two people who had both only known part of what was going on, she couldn't keep silent completely. "Listen," she said, after thinking over her words for a few moments. "I'd like you to actually sit on this information for possibly a few days, and just leave everything be; suspend the investigation. I hope I'll be able to explain why eventually, but I don't think I can yet."

"Really?" Jessica did not sound at all impressed. "If Wolf or any of his friends determines for sure that they've been snooped on-and they are almost certainly prepared for that possibility already-it's going to get way harder to find out anything else."

"I trust you to handle all that," said Foggy. "I'll get back to you later, I promise."

"Have it you way, then. But don't say I didn't warn you."

"I won't. Good..." she glanced at the clock, and just sighed, "Goodbye, then."

There was nothing else important in her emails. Foggy stayed awake just long enough to send a few of her own, notifying everyone she would probably be in late that day. Then she crawled between the sheets with her blouse still on and was asleep within seconds.

She didn't think it was long after that when she was woken by a second body collapsing onto the bed. She might have made some vague, bleary noises in response to this, before she felt a familiar hand stroke her head, and her husband's voice murmur, "Go back to sleep, Foggy."

When she woke again, late in the morning, she found Matt asleep on top of the bed, still in most of his clothes, though he had at least taken his shoes off. She pulled his socks off as well; the smell was already going to linger on his feet and pester him for probably a day or so as it was.

He stirred slightly when Foggy was in the shower; she came out to find he'd spread himself out, his head moved to where hers had been, before falling back asleep. He'd probably been drawn to her scent. Even now, she couldn't help but smile.

It was late enough she was definitely taking a cab to the office. For most of the walk down the stairs, she contemplated exactly what she was going to tell Karen and when, but, she then realized, there were probably only reasons not to tell her at the moment. She could cite them to her friend if she ever had to defend herself to her over it. And she absolutely, positively, should not feel like she was letting her down, not telling her.

She would, on the other hand, have to tell Marci and Jennifer everything that both Jessica and David had found out about Wolf. Although she couldn't tell Jennifer until she came back to New York again, and Foggy wasn't even sure when she was going to do so. Hell, even when she did, it might be Matt who ended up talking with her.

Marci, on the other hand, she could tell today. And then she would have to tell her, too, to sit on it without explaining why. She wasn't looking forward to that. Especially since she would also want to leave Frank's still being alive out of it, too, and that might be a little tricky.

It filled her with enough dread that when her phone rang just after she got into the cab, she nearly jumped. But it wasn't Marci, or Karen. It was Cheryl. Foggy would probably have to tell her a few things, too, but at the moment she had no idea how much.

When she answered the phone, Cheryl said to her, "Hey, Foggy, I think you picked the wrong morning to sleep in. Stark announced something like twenty minutes ago he's holding a press conference, in which, the announcement says, 'he will address general recent unfortunate events related to the Avengers,' although he also said he's going to talk about Colonel Rhodes' condition."

Rhodes still hadn't been seen publicly since he'd been shot down during the fight in Germany. All else aside, she was genuinely very curious to see how he was doing. The way things were going, it might just prove relevant to their activities.

She wanted to believe the rest at least wouldn't prove too bad for them. Were he a sensible person, he might have realized by now he couldn't just trust Ross's latest claims that they'd be doing everything legally and properly from there in. But of course, it was well known he was not, and Foggy did not quite trust him to not hide behind the government's current front.

"So how long do I have to get there?" Foggy asked, trying to gauge the current traffic. She was late enough the worst of it might have passed, at least.

"Officially it starts in about half an hour. You can always hope he'll be late."

Foggy wasn't going to rely on that. She went through the news websites after ending the call. Several had already started up their liveblogs, none of which yet had much to tell. There were also a lot of reports of people claiming they'd spotted Rogers or another one of his rogue Avengers near where they lived, none of which Foggy believed, but too many newly published news articles were reiterating them all.

Perhaps a little more interesting were a couple of them also listing a couple of reports of Hank Pym possibly being spotted in a bus station in Oakland. Ross and the government's other representatives hadn't ever mentioned their names when talking to the press. Even Lang's indictment hadn't mentioned them too much, and none of the other indictments had. Presumably they'd been worried about the populace's reaction to noticing that someone who had reportedly denounced the Avengers was getting charged just because they'd used his technology. That was a dangerous step to take, after all.

If the mainstream media was, at last, noticing the existence of these two people, that was probably good for their cause. Even if none of them were yet asking if they should've been charged, instead treating them as more normal fugitives from actual justice who needed to be found.

They were maybe about ten minutes away from the office, with the press conference scheduled to start in five, when she got the text from Karen. I'd say sorry in advance, but... She actually didn't groan. She was too resigned for that.

#marvel cinematic universe #daredevil #matt x foggy #the punisher #matt murdock #foggy nelson #david lieberman #sarah lieberman

[dyns33]

Slave

So I did a Slave Matt. 

Y/N had been clear, she didn't want a slave.

Although some of them chose to become slaves, most were forced to, and in the end it was never really a choice, but a question of money. It was that, prison, or death.

So maybe she was "saving" someone by agreeing to become a Mistress, since she already knew that no matter what, she would treat that person like the human being they were, but despite everything, it was not a pleasing situation.

Still, as often, her parents didn't listen to her, and when she graduated and arrived at her home, she found a stranger in the middle of her living room.

Young, quite handsome. No, very beautiful. With his little smile, his brown hair with some red highlights, and his dark glasses. It was by seeing his cane that Y/N understood why he wore glasses.

           "Hello ?" she said cautiously as she approached.

           "Hello Mistress."

           "... No."

           "No ? I... I'm not suitable for you ? Is it because of my handicap ?"

           "What ? No ! No, sorry, I just didn't want a slave."

           "Oh. You... Are you dismissing me then ?"

The man quickly became nervous.

Even though she didn't know much about how slavery worked, Y/N knew that it was not a good thing for them to be dismissed.

It sent a bad sign to the next Masters who were going to acquire them, if anyone wanted them, and it gave the assholes the right to be more demanding, more mean.

Even though most Masters were mean no matter what.

           "It's okay, we'll find a solution." she sighed, holding out her hand, before feeling stupid and explaining to him what she was doing. "I'm Y/N. Please call me that, not Mistress."

           "As you wish Y/N."

           "What is your name ?"

           "The name you want Mi...Y/N."

           "Hmm. But... I'd like your name. If you have one."

           "... Matthew Murdock. Matt."

           "Happy to meet you Matt."

The first day was complicated. Matt didn't seem to understand his new Mistress' behaviour at all, waiting for her to order him around, use him or punish him.

Instead, she was kind, patient, asking him if he wanted to drink, eat, shower, sleep. Trying to get to know him.

It wasn't easy to get him to say how he had become a slave, but he ended up doing it, probably because he thought he had no choice, and not because he wanted to.

Matt's mother left when he was still a baby, he became blind when he was very young, and his father died when he was eleven.

Thanks to the money that remained in the account he had inherited, he was able to go to the orphanage, but not being rich either, there came a time, when he was finally an adult, when he could no longer pay, he did not have a diploma and even if he was strong and clever, his handicap prevented him from having access to many jobs.

Matt was thus more or less forced to become a slave.

He had two or three Masters before her, not for long, because they always had something to say about him.

That was why Y/N's parents got him for a decent sum. She hated that sentence.

No, she hated the whole story.

           "Good. Matt, let me be very clear. You are not my slave."

           "...Your parents signed a document proving otherwise. And the law says I must obey you without question, wearing a collar that..."

           "Yes, I know. But I don't want it to be like this between us. I want us to be like friends, okay ? You can do whatever you want... Well, I'll look at the rules, but when we're together, you don't have to ask my permission to do anything, you don't have to obey me, and you can tell me what you think or want."

           "... Okay ?"

He didn't seem convinced, but Y/N hoped he liked it. No doubt he needed a little time to get used to it and be certain that she was sincere.

The next day, she inquired whether there were any measures to be taken to allow a slave to have more freedom under the law.

Also if she could free a slave.

For the first question, there were indeed permits that she had to sign, and that Matt had to keep with him, to prove that his Mistress had given him permission to go out alone, to answer back, to work, and lots of things. Absurd things that anyone should be allowed to do freely.

For the liberation, it was not so simple. Matt had to prove that he was capable of being a free man, and therefore he had to be financially independent. The system was flawed, as almost no slaves could manage to do this.

Y/N signed all the authorizations she could legally sign, and she kept the steps to take to free a slave, before returning home to discuss with Matt.

           "If you could work, what would you like to do ?"

           "... You want me to work ?"

           "No. But when you were a kid, did you have a dream job ?"

           "Hmm. Lawyer. I always wanted to be a lawyer."

It wasn't easy, but Y/N managed to convince her parents to let Matt study to become a lawyer. They had enough money, in addition to the subsidies that the State agreed to provide for certain programs.

It was very complicated and ridiculous. But Y/N didn't care, as long as Matt could do what he loved.

Having a job, she couldn't come to see him every day, but she called him, checking on him, and reminding him that he didn't need to tell the other students about his status.

Matt told his roommate, Foggy Nelson, about it anyway. A charming boy. He didn't judge Matt at all, keeping his secret, helping him when needed and becoming his friend. He also became friend with Y/N, admiring what she was doing.

           "I have never heard of a Owner sending their Slave to school."

           "First of all, I'm not his Owner. My parents signed the papers. And to convince them, I had to sweet talk them saying that it would be convenient for him to be a lawyer, so we wouldn't have to pay for one if we had issues."

           "And the real reason ?"

           "I want Matt to be as free as possible."

This made Matt smile, as he relaxed more and more with her as the years passed.

There were still times, when they were in public, when he felt he had to behave like a slave, but when they were alone they were just two friends, talking, laughing, being totally equal.

Of course, Matt being Matt, it didn't take long for Y/N to fall in love. She realized this a little before he graduated.

To avoid an awkward situation, she decided that he should have his own apartment, as soon as he got a job with Foggy in a law firm. It would be good for his emancipation record, proving he was totally independent, and she wouldn't suffer every day seeing him.

Because nothing could happen between them until Matt was free. Y/N couldn't do that. It would have been unfair and an abuse of power. She had clearly told him that he could have lovers if he wanted to, that was no problem. And he did, even though she didn't ask for any details.

Besides, even if in the end they were only friends, it was not important and would absolutely not change her decision.

When he got his first salary, she sent the liberation request. Without telling him. To surprise him. And he wouldn't be disappointed if it was rejected.

The following month, he and Foggy had the good idea to resign to create their own agency. Y/N took a deep breath, trying to stay calm, before preparing a letter to support this decision and show that Matt was still going to make money.

Well, if Matt stopped doing pro bono and agreed to be paid with cash and not cakes.

           "It's very nice, really, but you have rent. Groceries to run. Matt, you have to get paid."

           "I'm telling him all this all the time." sighed Foggy. "He's not listening."

           "You want me to ask customers for money ?"

It was a trap. She knew that when Matt asked those kinds of questions, in a certain way, it was to find out if she was giving him an order.

           "No. I want you to avoid sleeping under a bridge, without having anything to eat. Of course, you could stay at my place or Foggy's if that happened, but that would be a shame. Even if it's not much, they have to pay a bit. It's normal to pay for a job, Matt. Please."

           "... Very well."

It was rare for Matt to refuse her anything. Y/N hoped it was because he knew she was right, and not because he didn't want to upset her.

There were, however, times when Matt hid things, refusing to answer and even lying. Like when he started getting wounds on his face and body.

He always had a good excuse, saying that he had fallen down the stairs, that he had bumped into a door, that a bicycle had accidentally knocked him down. Y/N didn't believe him, but when he asked her to leave it, she didn't insist.

It was the night she happily came to tell him he was free, carrying a bottle of champagne and a Braille version of the letter, that she found out the truth.

Like everyone in Hell's Kitchen, she had heard of the Devil. This masked man, dressed in black, who saved the innocent and fought the criminals.

She never would have imagined it was Matt.

Finding him bleeding on the floor, half dead, Y/N panicked, but when she wanted to call for help, Matt grabbed her arm saying he didn't want to go to the hospital, asking her to contact Claire.

The professional nurse, visibly tired by the Devil's bullshit, but sympathetic to Y/N seeing her distress, took care of him.

Before Matt woke up, Y/N had time to ask herself a lot of questions. How did he manage to fight so well ? Was he really blind ? Why was he doing this ? Wasn't he afraid to die ?

She didn't have time to ask him, because as soon as he regained consciousness and realized that she was there, that she had seen him, that she knew, he threw himself at her feet, starting to cry and beg.

           "Mistress, I'm sorry. Please, don't report me. Don't dismiss me. I'll be good. You... You can punish me ! Do whatever you want to me ! I'll stop if you order me, I promise. Mistress, have mercy !'

Looking at him, Y/N suddenly felt empty, her heart slowly breaking.

She understood that Matt had never trusted her. He had always thought she was insincere when she said they were equal. So he had always acted the way he thought she wanted him to act, becoming her friend because she asked him to, like everything else.

Without saying a word, she handed him the letter, letting him decipher it with a shaking hand, as she walked out of the apartment without looking back, even when he cried her name desperately.

The days that followed, she avoided him, not answering his calls and not leaving her apartment.

Then Y/N wanted to drown her sorrows so she went to a pub, not caring about the time, and having to go home when it was late, and she was a little drunk, and the streets were dangerous.

Of course she got mugged. But she barely had time to understand what was happening, the Devil was already there, grabbing the man and knocking him out with a single punch, before turning to her to check that she was okay.

She pushed him away when he tried to touch her face.

           "Fuck you Matt."

           "...Y/N. I'm sorry."

           "Why ? Because you're an asshole ?"

           "You... You freed me." he whispered as if he still wasn't sure it was true.

           "Shit. You doubted that too ? Really, fuck off and leave me alone."

           "No, wait !" he begged her, pulling off his ridiculous mask, revealing his sad eyes, no doubt because he knew she had a hard time resisting them.

           "No, you wait ! Damn it, Matt, I loved you ! We were friends ! And even if we hadn't been friends, I would have freed you anyway. I would free all the slaves if I could!  I said I was against this system from day one ! But you didn't believe me. No, you said to yourself that I was an idiot, a little utopian who lived in an enchanted world, but who was going to abuse you at one point, so you had to be nice to her, to stay out of trouble. You... Have you been yourself with me at least once ? Just once ? Or it was all a lie ?"

           "You do not understand." he sighed.

           "You cried. You called me Mistress !"

           "I panicked ! I had taken a blow to the head ! Listen to me, you would have had every reason to get angry and dismiss me ! I am breaking the law, and since I was your slave, your property, that would make you responsible. If I had been caught, you would have been in trouble, your family would have been in trouble, and I would have completely understood that you resent me for that. I never wanted to put you in danger. I did everything to be careful, so that no one ever knew who I was, so that they wouldn't trace you. I want to make the city better, I want to protect people, I want you protect ! I love you, I..."

           "You love me ?"

           "I..." Matt stammered, biting his lips nervously. "Of course. I knew you were sincere. It was so wonderful, too good to be true. You were too good for me. And I knew you liked me, but you were too honest to do anything because of our situation. I didn't think that... I mean, I knew that if you could, you would do it, but the procedures are so long and complicated, I didn't dare to hope..."

They stayed like that, without saying a word, in this small, dark and narrow alley, with an unconscious man a few meters from them.

It was all completely surreal, but Y/N tried to stay calm and to think.

Now Matt was free. He was sorry, he had panicked, but he loved her. Either way, he said he loved her. He had no reason to pretend now that he was free.

In any case, she hoped not.

And there were no more secrets between them, now that she knew about the Devil.

           "Alright... We could... start over. Now that you're free. Being friends, dating and then... Maybe more. But promise me it's not because I freed you and that I didn't report you to the police afterwards ! You don't owe me anything !"

           "I would never do such a thing !"

           "Oh I know you Matthew Murdock ! You would, because you are a sweet idiot."

           "I promise ! Never !"

           "Good, very good."

Slowly, Matt moved closer to her, until their bodies were almost touching, his face inches from hers, as if he was going to kiss her.

           "We could start over or... You could come to my place and... Hmm."

           "Hmm ? Hmm." she repeated, feeling her heart quicken. "We could."

           "I dream of kissing you since I met you."

           "Oh really ?"

           "Yes. I liked your voice right away. Your scent. And then when I realized you were the nicest person in the world, it was hard to keep my distance. I was sad when we were separated during my student years, then when you found me an apartment, I liked living with you."

Y/N didn't move in with Matt the next day. But they spent the night together, and then they never left each other.

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[freelancearsonist]

Reminder

Matt Murdock x gn!Reader

Rated PG-13 for jealousy and dom/sub vibes

868 words

Teacher for @shakespeareanwannabe (thank you nikki my love sorry this took so long)

You haven’t been this nervous in years.

If you had to pinpoint it, you’d say maybe the last time you felt this clammy and nauseous with anticipation was when you interviewed for your job.

You don’t know exactly why you’re nervous—after all, Matt’s an incredible public speaker. He does it for a living.

Actually, that’s a lie. You know exactly why you’re on edge.

Your kids have been trying to parent-trap you with the student teacher from the other fifth grade class and if one of the kids mentions it with Matt around you know you’ll never hear the end of it.

Not that he should be worried—you’re head over heels for Matt, and he knows it. You hardly even talk to the student teacher, but you’re pretty sure he wouldn’t be interested in you even if you were single.

And you know Matt isn’t the jealous type. At least, not in the traditional way. But you also know you won’t be able to escape the punishment that comes your way if he finds out that there’s a competitor on the playing field, even though Ryan the student teacher isn’t close to being even a minuscule threat.

But Matt will see the opportunity to remind you who you belong to and he’ll take it. Without hesitation, without mercy.

Part of you wants him to find out.

But still, as he talks to your class of surprisingly focused ten and eleven year olds, you find yourself silently willing them to keep their tiny mouths shut about Ryan if front of your boyfriend. You’d really like to be able to walk tomorrow without the knowing smirks and snarky comments from your coworkers.

It’s hot to see him like this, though. He’s such a talented speaker, even when explaining something like law and order to children. It’s utterly captivating when he takes the front of the room, weight leaning slightly on the cane that he casually has posted in front of him. You were a little worried about how your students would react to him being blind—they aren’t always the most accepting of people who are different from them—but you’re amazed that they’ve had nothing but engaging questions. This is the most successful career day guest you’ve had in your years of teaching, and you’re thrilled that you get to go home with him.

You almost make it through the day without incident. Almost.

And then one of your kids says something about how you seem to be more interested in Matt than Ryan.

It’s quiet and whispered to one of their friends, and you wouldn’t have heard it if you weren’t standing so close.

But the thing is, Matt hears everything. And the second you look up at him, his head is tilted towards you, a knowing smirk on his face even as he continues talking.

Well shit. You’re definitely in trouble now.

He keeps you on the edge of your seat, though. Has you anticipating his snap, the moment he’ll bare his teeth and remind you who you belong to. But he waits far longer than you expect him to—so long that you almost believe he’s forgotten the entire thing. You should know better, after nearly two years of dating Matt Murdock.

After dinner, after dessert, after you’ve brushed your teeth and changed into your pajamas. That’s when he strikes—when he sidles up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, ghosts his lips down your neck, smirks against your skin because he can hear the way your breath hitches.

“Who’s Ryan?”

There’s no use in lying, especially because you know he’ll know if you’re not completely truthful. He probably already knows the truth anyway; you can’t put anything past him.

“He’s one of the student teachers,” you explain gently. “My kids seem to think we’d be a good couple.”

His grip tightens slightly—not so that it’s painful, but more to remind you that he’s there.

“Would you? Be a good couple?”

You shrug. “I haven’t thought about it.” And that’s the truth—he can tell from your steady heartbeat as you answer. Why would you need to think about being with college boy Ryan when you’ve already got the perfect boyfriend?

“Oh, is that right?” He’s teasing now, especially since he already knows the answer to this question. But there’s a smirk on his face and his fingers and slowly creeping down your waist and you kind of want to tug on this thread just to see where it goes.

“Well, maybe once or twice…”

You’re broken off with a squeal when Matt hikes you over his shoulder, lifts you like you’re nothing so he can toss you—gently—onto the bed.

“Do I need to remind you who you belong to?” He asks, and even though it’s a growl there’s no venom to it. There’s no danger, even though you kind of wish there was.

“Mmm, perhaps,” you giggle, a little breathless because his lips are trailing oh so sinfully down your neck. “Who, pray tell, do I belong to?”

This time, his growl is much more authentic.

“You’re about to find out.”

THE END

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[myhockeyworld87]

Bubble Wrapped - Part 14

Word Count: 3,417

POV: Reader

Warnings: Same as always, Language, Smut, NSFW, Please see the note in the Masterlist

Teams: Bruins, Caps, Flyers, Lightning, Pens, Jackets, Canes, Islanders

Notes: Well, here we are onto another part of Bubble Wrapped. When we last left this story, our reader had just had a magical date with Matt Barzal. Will she stick with him of go looking for someone new to hook up. So I’m hoping the wrap this story up in a couple more parts. As always feedback is greatly appreciated and wanted…hahaha! Luv ya all!! Happy Reading to all! Also sorry for posting this late. I’ll queue for tomorrow afternoon as well.

As soon as you said goodbye to Mat, you checked on how things were going at the hotel. Tomorrow would be another hectic day as the Canes would be moving out and the Islanders moving in, and you wanted to make sure everything was in order. By the time you got up to the suite, both Dougie and Svech were already upstairs in their room, though you found Joel over at the bar pouring himself a dram of one the most expensive whiskeys you had.

 “Don’t worry, you can bill me or I’ll have a bottle shipped here to replace it,” he said before taking a healthy swallow of the strong spirit.

 “I’m not worried about it. Pour me one if you don’t mind.”

 “Really? Never took you for a whiskey girl.”

 “My father taught me to appreciate it,” you told him taking the glass he offered, then sipping the amber liquid. “And well, this is something that should be appreciated. Sorry about the game.”

 “I’m not sure you are.”

 “And what does that mean exactly?”

 Joel eyed you suspiciously. “Please after that little scene downstairs. I’m sure you’ll be happy to be rid of us.”

 You knew that he had seen you with Mat. That he was taking it like this stunned you, for honestly, you thought Svech would be more of a problem than Joel. Taking a deep breath and exhaling it, you attempted to explain. “I’m not sure what you want me to say, Joel. We never promised anything or talked about anything more after that one night.”

 “I didn’t think we had to,” he said rather harshly, and you gave him a look of warning to keep it down knowing that Dougie and Svech were upstairs. “When you share something like we did, it sort of speaks for itself.”

 “Apparently, it doesn’t.” The look of hurt on his face sent a horrible twist in your gut. “I’m sorry Joel. I didn’t think that it was anything more than just a one-time thing for you.”

 He downed the rest of his whiskey, his fingers almost white as he gripped the crystal. “I guess that’s all it was for you.” You knew you’d been playing a dangerous game with these men. Which is why when you were with Mat tonight, you thought you needed to end it. This bubble would be over soon, and you knew you had some decisions to make.

 “I don’t know what you want me to say. You never asked me out. Mat did. It’s as simple as that.” You knew that really wasn’t a valid explanation but it was all you had. “Maybe if this,” you said motioning between the two of you. “Happened at a different time or a different place, but it didn’t.”

 His shoulders sagged and you could see the defeat not only from the game but you as well, in his eyes. “And now I’m leaving in the morning.”

 “Unfortunately, you are.”

 He released the glass, and moved from behind the bar, walking so that only inches separated the two of you. “Well, if you ever change your mind, let me know.” He grabbed your waist and hauled you close to his body before his lips came down on yours. The kiss was hard and punishing, one meant to leave a lasting impression and it did. There was part of you that just wanted to melt into him, but then you pushed him back, knowing that it wasn’t right when you had feelings for another. Well more than one person actually, and to throw someone else in the mix wasn’t right. “Goodbye, (Y/N).” With that he headed upstairs, leaving you to wonder if you’d ever see him again.

 You grabbed the glass of whiskey and downed the rest of its contents. The taste of the expensive alcohol lost on you. You stood by the bar wondering how the hell you’d gotten yourself in this predicament. For years you’d watched the bachelor or bachelorette wondering how their feelings could be so torn between two people in so little time. Now, you found yourself with that same dilemma. Your heart was already torn by three men and now it ached for Joel, though not in the same way it did for the other guys. You headed to your room, locking the door behind you. The last thing you needed was Svech coming to your door in the middle of the night.

 Sleep came easily, and by the time you woke in the morning the men were all packed and ready to go. You bid them all farewell, noting a hint of sadness in both Joel and Andrei, though you pushed it away and went on with your day. By the afternoon, thoughts of the Canes were starting to dwindle as you worked towards moving the New York based team into the hotel. You saw Mat wink at you, as room assignments were given, and butterflies started to churn in your stomach.

 They had a game that night, so you didn’t expect to see Mat at all. The knock on your door that evening was a surprise, and you barreled down the stairs to answer it. “Do you always answer the door in nothing but a t-shirt?” Mat asked.

 “Um…No. I actually forgot this was all I had on. I was just getting ready for bed, but I can go change.”

 “No. Don’t. I wasn’t complaining,” he told you as he finally stepped inside, and kissed your cheek. “Hope it’s not too late?”

 “It’s not.” It was then that you realized your hair was thrown up in a messy bun and you had absolutely not one drop of makeup on your face. “I’m just surprised you’re here after moving in and playing tonight. I thought you’d be exhausted.”

 Mat simply shrugged. “Not really, kind of keyed up from the win. Did you watch?”

 You had of course, but you were also watching the Stars and Tyler, or at least you had been until Mat knocked on your door. “Of course, you played well.” He had even though he didn’t score.

 “Thanks, I didn’t mean to bug you,” he told you glancing around the suite and taking everything in. “I just wanted to stop by and see you for a minute. You know…now that I’m in the building and all.”

 The two of you were standing at the door still somewhat awkwardly. Why did this man make you so nervous all of the sudden? “You’re not bugging. Did you want to stay for a while?”

 Mat had his hands in his pockets, almost as if he was trying to keep them from pulling off what little clothes you had on. “I’d like that.”

 “Have a seat. I’m just going to run upstairs, turn off the tv, and uh….” You motioned down to your attire or lack thereof. Mat stopped you though, right as you made a move to leave.

 “Seriously (Y/N), don’t change.” His hands went to your hips and he drew your body close to his. “You look sexy as hell like this, and that’s me telling you the truth. I’m not trying to make a move or something. We can just cuddle on the couch for a bit.”

 Your arms looped around his neck, enjoying the feel of his thick muscles there. “Ok.” You kissed him then, just sweet and tenderly, half hoping that it would turn into more, but Mat pulled away before that could happen and led you to the couch. He pulled you down onto his lap, curling your body into his.

 “I thought about this all day.” He confessed.

 “Did you?”

 “Mmmhmm.” His large hands began to caress your skin and you felt yourself melting into him. “So, what were you watching.”

 “I just had whatever game was on.”

 “Oh, watching the competition huh? Should I be worried?”

 “Maybe a little,” you teased though only partly considering you did have feelings for Tyler.

 “Oh, ok,” he scoffed a little. “Hand me the remote and let me see who my competition is.” It was the last thing you wanted to do, but you found yourself giving him the control to turn on the game.  The Stars were playing Calgary that night, in what appeared to be their final game of the series if the score was any indication. “Tell me you’re not talking to Tkachuk?” Mat seemed almost offended at the idea.

 “He’s a little young for me.” Matthew Tkachuk was older than Svech, though not by much. Had the opportunity ever presented itself you may have fallen in bed with the curly-haired forward, but couldn’t see anything lasting with him.

 “He’s not that much younger than me, but I like that he’s not on your radar. So, let me see who else do we have here.” You could see him watching each line change and knew that you needed to deter him before he guessed Tyler and you’d end up giving yourself away. “Is it Hanifin? He’s a year younger than me I think.” You grabbed the remote and clicked off the television. “Hey, what’d you do that for?”

 “Because I’m not going to spend all night having you guess about someone that isn’t here in this room with me.” You threaded your fingers through the longer locks at the nape of his neck. “Especially when we could be doing so many other things.” You pulled his mouth down on yours, kissing him hard and letting him know what you really wanted now that he was here.

 Mat read your cue perfectly. His tongue swept in and took control, ravaging your mouth and stealing you of your senses. He cupped both of your cheeks, practically fusing your lips to his in a breath-stealing kiss. The two of you stayed like that for some time, neither of you making a move to take it any further, but then you felt his hand slide down to your neck and over your back. The move was subtle and gentle, and Mat’s warm hand on your back had you leaning in even closer to his body; wanting and needing more. Before you knew it, you found yourself shifting, so that you straddled his hips.

 Mat’s hands stole under the hem of your shirt, to cup the globes of your ass, and a gasp left your lips causing the two of you to break apart. “I promised myself I wouldn’t take things this far tonight,” Mat whispered, his breathing harsh.

 “That’s a pretty big promise to make without even consulting me,” you teased, peppering him with kisses.

 “I just don’t want you to think that I’m only here for sex.” The look on his face, had you pulling back. “I meant what I said last night when I told you I want more.”

 You sat back on your haunches, still straddling him and feeling his erection growing. “I know Mat. Look, I can’t promise you anything…” His wounded puppy dog eyes were slowly killing you. “Yet. I still need time to think.”

 “I understand.” You weren’t entirely sure he did, for he looked like a lost puppy.

 “I can make you one promise though.” You tilted his chin up, which had fallen down in dejection moments ago. “While we’re here in Toronto, I won’t be with anyone else but you.”

 The sadness in his eyes left, replaced by a sparkle of hope. “That’s all I can ask.” Mat kissed you then, his tongue invading your mouth, swirling with yours. This time when his hands went to the hem of your shirt they didn’t stop until he had it off of your body, leaving you clad in nothing but a lacy thong. “God, you’re beautiful.” His hands glided up your sides until they reached the undersides of your breasts. He cupped them both, squeezing and kneading the flesh in his hands, as your back arched into his palms. Mathew’s lips traveled down your collarbone, only stopping once he had one nipple between them. You moaned into the room, clutching at his scalp as he sucked and nibbled on the little peak.

 Your hips started to rock back and forth against Mat’s, feeling his erection grow against you. “Where’s the bedroom?” Mat hissed out lifting both of your bodies off the sofa. Your legs wrapped around him instinctively. “I’m not taking you on some couch again.”

 You softly chuckled at him. “Upstairs, on the right.” He was taking the stairs two at a time as if you weighed no more than a feather. You clutched at his neck dropping kisses to his face and collarbone along the way. Once he entered your bedroom, he slammed the door shut. “No one else is here…” You meant to tell him that there was no need to shut the door, but then he pinned you against it, his hips thrusting into yours and you moaned out.

 Mat kissed you long and hard, stealing your breath away. You could feel yourself growing wet with desire as your tongues mated together, mimicking what your bodies wanted to do. Mat finally pulled away, his eyes darting around the room in search of the bed. Once he located it, he carried you over to it, laying you down gently while his body hovered over yours. “You’re so damn beautiful.” You reached for him then, bringing his lips to yours, just needing to kiss him again. Mat’s kisses were intoxicating. They made you feel as if they were only meant for kissing you and damn if that didn’t feel amazing. But then they were gone, though still on your body making their way down to your breasts, before continuing on to your core.

 He slid your panties off and spread your legs, as he dropped kisses all around your pussy, evading that one place you yearned to have him kiss. Mat stripped off his shirt before kneeling in front of you and sliding you to the edge, so he could work his way up your inner thigh. You leaned up on your elbows watching, as a smirk crossed his face; a devilish grin transforming him into a kid that had been caught opening his Christmas presents early, right before his lips found your clit. “Ooohh,” you moaned out, your head falling back and your arms trembling with an effort to hold your upper body up, as his mouth did unholy things to you.

 “You like that baby?” Mat asked and you could feel him grinning against your cunt. His tongue flattened against you before you could answer and all you could do to reward him was moan out his name. You fell back against the bed, your hands clutching at the bedsheets, as he pushed his tongue deep inside you.

 “Fuck,” you hissed out, one hand threading into his locks and encouraging him to continue. His tongue was like magic, as he licked and sucked at your core. You couldn’t help your hips lifting up into him, as sensation after sensation started to rip through your body. Mat held you down with one strong arm across your midsection, still working his mouth over you. Pressure from his splayed hand on your mons rocketed through your body and you thought you were going to explode then and there, but then Mat dipped his finger inside you, only in to his first knuckle while he lapped at your clit. You were teetering on the edge, ready to break at any second but Mat wasn’t ready for that just yet. He removed his finger, coated with your wetness, and spread it all over your pussy.

 “You’re so damn wet, baby. Do you know what that does to me? How hard it makes me.” Fuck you loved it when he said things like this. His finger dipped back inside, this time all the way and you groaned out at how good it made you feel. He pumped it in and out of you a few times before adding another. “You’re so tight. Gotta get you ready for my cock, baby.” God, you wanted it. You wanted him to just thrust his dick inside you and fuck you for the rest of your time in the bubble. Maybe it was your hips thrusting into his hand or maybe Mat was just taking pity on you, but the next thing you knew his tongue was back on your clit and you were shattering beneath him. Your pussy convulsing around his fingers as they worked you through your orgasm.

 Mat gave you a second to recover, ridding himself of the rest of his clothes as you caught your breath. When you finally did, you made your way up the bed a little more, Mat chasing you as he hovered over your body. He kissed you, as you sunk back against the pillows; tasting yourself on his lips. His cock nudged at your entrance, and you bent your knees to give him easier access into you. Mat took his time sliding into you, letting you feel every inch of his cock. When he was buried balls deep inside you, he moaned into your mouth, loving how your pussy clenched around him. You hooked one of your legs around his hips so that he pressed even deeper into your core, only then did he release your lips. “Are you trying to kill me?” All you could do was grin up at him before he flexed his hips and started to move. You were lost then, floating on a cloud that pushed you closer to that slice of heaven that seemed to only be found when he was inside you.

 The two of you moved as one, and all that could be heard in your bedroom was the sound of your bodies coming together mixed with your moans. Mat couldn’t control himself, he knew he was close to climaxing inside you, yet he pushed himself to bring you to that brink with him; driving into you with a force he knew that would bring you pleasure. When he couldn’t take it any longer, he wedged his hand between your bodies and rubbed your clit, with the right amount of pressure that drove you wild. That was all it took. Your back arched, your legs trembled, and your pussy quivered around him as the orgasm hit you. At the first sign of you cumming, Mat was done, so far gone in his own climax he couldn’t think straight.

 His body still shivered from the force of the orgasm, as he rolled to his side taking you with him. You laid there staring into his eyes as he gazed back at you. “Can you stay or do you need to go back to your room?”

 “Oh, I can stay, as long as you want me.” His hand was idly stroking your hair as you drew lazy circles on his chest, so content and at peace just being there with him.

 “Of course, I want you to stay.” There was nothing you wanted more than to lay just like this in his arms for the rest of the night and into tomorrow. You felt him get a bit more comfortable, shifting you ever so slightly so that your head was now on his chest where you could hear the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

 “Well, then it looks like you got me.” You didn’t need to look at him to see the smile on his face. It was the same one that graced yours.

 As you lay there listening to Mat’s heartbeat you could feel yourself drifting off. “We should set the alarm,” you mumbled. “My phone is on the nightstand.” Mat grabbed it and went to hand it to you, but you were too sated to be bothered. “Just set it for whatever time you need up at.”

 Mat looked at the phone then and noticed the two missed calls and a voicemail there, both from the same number. He looked down at you resting on his chest, almost asleep. He should tell you, he really should, but then that ugly green-eyed monster reared its head and he found himself deleting both the calls. He waited until you were in a deep enough sleep before listening to the voicemail. He knew it was wrong but he couldn’t stop himself. Mat now knew Tyler was his competition and there was no way he was going to let him win this game, even if it meant he had to play a little dirty.  

#bubble wrapped the series #nhl smut #nhl imagines #nhl imagine #nhl fanfic #hockey smut #hockey fanfic #hockey imagine #hockey imagines #mat barzal #mat barzal smut #mat barzal imagine #Joel Edmundson #joel edmundson imagine

[commander-vas-normandy]

For the writing meme

POV AND THE FIRST SENTENCE

No Excuses Writing Meme

FIRST — The line that started it all

Another day and yet another win for the Devil himself: Matthew Murdock.

POV — something that’s already happened, retold from another character’s perspective

Putting this under the cut because it might get long~

Also, spoilers for The Devil's Backbone chapter 4. Haha oops

Matt stood silently behind you, listening as you flipped through papers. It had been a while since you last turned a page and your heartrate had slowly began to pick up. He knew for a fact you didn't know he was there, so it wasn't anxiety or paranoia. He was far too quiet for that. Then he began to wonder if you were thinking of him. Thinking of him like he thought of you.

"Your heart is racing, sweetheart," Matt chuckled, finally making his presence known. He quickly dodged the hand wildly thrown in his direction, hardly having to move at all. He raised a brow, amused by your immediate fight reaction before you backed up across the room.

"What the fuck, Murdock?!" You yelled, and he could hear the slight pant of your breath as panic settled in.

Matt laughed quietly before placing his cane down and taking the seat you had just vacated. He started to speak when the quiet padding of paws caught his attention, followed by the chirp of your cat before she hopped in his lap. He was amused at how quickly your cat had warmed up to him despite the cold shoulder you gave him.

“I hear animals are a good judge of character. I think you should listen to her.” He scratched under the cat's chin, huffing out a quiet laugh as you called her a traitor.

“What the hell are you doing here? When did you even get in here?” You questioned and he finally tilted his head back in your direction.

“Hm, a little before your friend left. I thought he would never leave. Your bed is comfortable though, but you should really invest in silk sheets. Much less scratchy," he offered. Laying on your sheets while he waited for Frank to leave would have been a nightmare had they not smelled so strongly of you.

“I am going to ask again: why are you here, Murdock?” You questioned again.

“Please, call me Matt. I think we’re comfortable enough with each other for that now.”

“Not in a million years,” you bit back and he pouted. “Now answer the damn question.”

Matt sighed and stood, buttoning his suit back and brushing off some of the fur. He would regret letting your cat cuddle him later. He paused for a moment, listening as your heart had slowed to something closer to normal. Your panic had mostly settled, now he sensed something more akin to anticipation. He slowly crossed the room to you, carefully taking your chin between his thumb and forefinger. For just a moment he cherished the soft warmth of your skin before he spoke.

“We were interrupted the other day. I would say it’s pretty rude to not finish a conversation, wouldn’t you?” He tapped his thumb on your chin lightly.

“Why are you doing this?” He didn't miss the way you didn't pull away. Just like the courthouse, you were letting this happen, but you were far calmer this time.

“I’ve been told I can’t seem to help myself when pretty people are involved.” He shrugged.

“As if you can even see me.” You challenged and he huffed out a quietly laugh.

“Maybe not. But you’re fearless. Even if I do get under your skin a little. Headstrong. Persistent. You know what you want.” He finally started to close the gap between the two of you, ignoring the feeling of his own heart racing in his chest as he focused on yours instead. “When you’re blind you find beauty in other ways.”

Matthew paused. The rest of the world melted away as he took you in. The quiet sounds of your breath as it picked up ever so slightly. The taste of the wine on your breath as it caressed his lips. The smell of your shampoo. Everything that seemed so uniquely you.

“If you don’t want this, you need only to say so," he offered. In the courthouse he had meant only to tease you, but when you had gotten so flustered and didn't shove him away he knew he needed to take a chance for the real thing. And so he went to you. Home alone. He wanted to kiss you for real this time, but he waited. He took so many things against the will of others, but your will he cherished in a way he didn't quite understand. So he gave you the option to back out though he silently hoped you wouldn't.

“I don’t want this.” Your voice was quiet but firm as you spoke. Matt paused, trying to keep his reaction under wraps. He didn't want to acknowledge the way his hand twitched in upset. He fought hard to school his expression as he pulled away. “Wait, that actually worked? You really meant it?”

“Of course I meant it. I may be the kingpin, sweetheart, but I’m no monster.” Were he anyone else, your lack of faith in him might have stung. But he knew who he was. Knew the reputation he had carefully crafted for himself.

“Oh, um, thank you then.” Confusion was evident in your voice and he chuckled quietly. A silence fell between the two of you and you shifted awkwardly. He kept waiting for you to say something. Anything. But you didn't.

“Another time then.” He grabbed his cane and headed for the door, humming quietly.

#taliesin answers #the devil's backbone #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x you #matt murdock x gender neutral reader #matt murdock x gn!reader

[phoenixyfriend]

A Smattering of Ideas for a Neji Time-Travel Fic

[EDIT: okay so viewing the post on dash or sidebar blog completely ruins the bullet nesting for some reason. Please open it in a new tab.]

Okay so I actually wrote the first chapter or two of this like... almost a decade ago probably, but the concept was:

Neji, upon dying, gets sent back, and he's perfectly healthy again, pretty much exactly as he was just before getting mokuton-stabbed... except the seal damage wasn't reversed, so he's blind.

I think he ended up like riiiiiight before the Hyuuga Incident, so about of age with Kakashi & co.

But yeah like imagine telling Hiashi about it.

We have a new Jounin! It's a blind Hyuuga.

His seal is gone! He's technically your nephew.

He needs to be retrained for blindness! He needs to be protected for the information he carries.

He's a time-traveler!

Have fun.

The Hyuuga clan has like a million things going on but future Neji is just finding his younger self and Hinata to cuddle them.

He can't see shit but he Needs To Hug Baby Hinata

She's so small? She needs to be protected?

"Sir, you're blind now." "If Lee can be a ninja without chakra, I can be a ninja without eyes." "Sir. Sir that's--that's not the same thing, you can't--SIR." "I'll ask Hatake for advice." "He's still got half of his--SIR!"

Neji is a genius, if there's anyone who can pivot their entire fighting style from "I can see everything" to "I don't need to see anything" it's someone like him. Especially with the "I need to protect all these smols and be strong enough to force people to take my advice seriously if necessary" motivation

BUT But But for the first few days, it's just like. Sir. I understand you want to protect this small child, but you walked into three walls in the past hour. Please st--sir.

Fun option is "Neji spills all the beans... to Hiashi, not the Hokage."

Hiashi: Okay so like. Give me a few days to come up with a cover story for your existence. Neji: That's fair. Hiashi: Do. Do you want me to send in Hizashi or...? Neji: I'll tell him the truth if you do. Hiashi: That's, uh... that's fine. Neji: Then yes. Please. Hiashi, thoroughly unnerved for a variety of reasons: Right. I'll go do that.

Relevant: "Stop trying to convince me to put the Caged Bird Seal on a man who is already blind."

Since that's the ostensible reasoning of the seal, and like. You can't make that argument about keeping the eyes safe when the eyes don't... work.

Courtesy of @firebirdeternal​, along with a bunch of other stuff but especially this:

ooooh feels moment: Neji starts his retraining to become Strong Enough without his eyesight, guess who sees him working his ass off to overcome a disadvantage and thinks "Oh, there's a person I should Be Friends With!"

Part of me just went "Gai gets injured on a mission and, while waiting out his medical leave, gets assigned to Neji as a guide/sparring partner"

Or, well, not assigned. He's just doing one-armed pushups in the training yard with a cast on half his limbs after breaking out of the hospital and zeros in on Neji like "Ah yes, medically inadvisable training, a Bonding Activity!"

Neji goes from "I can see everything" to "I can't see shit but if you're within arms reach you're fucked"

A lot of it comes down to Neji building up non-Byakugan sensing abilities, I think?

It won't help him read, but it'll sure help him avoid getting punched.

I think that's really the crux of his New Style, however he works it out, instead of having this Massive Range of perfect perception he just trains his other senses until he still has that perfect perception effectively, just in like a two foot radius around his person

and then he goes full Rock Lee and trains speed and reaction time until that two feet is enough

I want Daredevil-style bitchiness at some point, in the "Okay, I'm sure the contract is lovely, but do you have it in braille, perhaps?" sense

And Toph-style stuff

Genma, in the Jounin lounge: "Hey guys I think I've got a design finished for the new tattoo I'm gonna get, what do ya'll think?" 'holds up scroll' Kakashi: "Why would you get a tattoo of an ugly couch?" Genma: "It's not an ugly couch it's the Hokage Monument!" Neji: "It looks perfect to me" Genma: "Thank you! I worked really hard on-..... why do you feel the need to do these things."

Also I want Neji to have the same approach as Matt to a cane. He can make do without it, but it sure does make his life easier when he's off-duty.

Like, yes if he focuses his entire, highly trained person, on perceiving his surroundings, he can sense his way around. But that is very tiring

Like that is a lot of work to be doing, when you are just trying to get to the coffee shop for a bagel

Neji learns Sage Mode solely because he wants to be able to tree-hop again

Neji visits Kakashi like "I can't ask the Inuzuka for this because their dogs are clan-specific, but do you know where I can find a guide dog that can double as a ninken in the field?"

Neji asking Gai to help him pick out a feminine yukata because if ANYONE is going to not judge...

Listen I'm just really invested in what Naruto SD told us about how often Neji cross-dresses

Someone asked me which summons Neji learns Sage Mode from, and 

I mean, Hashirama supposedly just. Learned it? Without summons?

So maybe Neji does that and just learns from Jiraiya or something

Though it's not... particularly safe.

Birdie had the best response

learning it Without a Summon is very much in the vein of Neji's past attitudes towards Special Secret Techniques, given that he learned the Kaiten with no help even though it was a Secret Technique of the Hyuuga.

"I know it's possible to do, so the hard part is already over, the rest is just figuring it out and doing it"

Neji: I'm here, I'm queer, I'm blind as fuck.

Neji hanging out with Gai and Kakashi is, admittedly, not that different from hanging out with Lee and TenTen

Kakashi is a bit more likely to join in on the shenanigans than Tenten was, but he's still just as available for "We're judging you" sessions

Neji, sipping tea as Gai yells: this is my comfort zone.

Neji with a white cane: This is my whacking stick. Hiashi: Don't you mean walking stick? Neji: No.

Because... what ninja wouldn't ensure that any normal part of their daily life was fit for battle.

Like if Karin can hide lockpicks in a photo and a knife in her glasses, Neji can ensure his white cane is suitable for battle.

(Going off the earlier Daredevil comparisons, I’d say this is similar to Matt turning his cane into billy clubs sometimes.)

Neji, assuming the role of Chief Babysitter for SmolNeji and Hinata, senses Lee and Tenten at the park. Nudges SmolNeji: "Go, be friends with them"

SmolNeji, watching Lee faceplant into the dirt while trying to jump off the swing while Tenten chases two boys around with a weird frog she found: ".... why"

Neji: "Just trust me"

Also consider older Neji giving baby Hinata shoulder rides

Baby Hinata is delighted by this whole affair.

More time with big brother, and a new even bigger brother? Best times.

Bigger brother needs help reading sometimes and Hinata is so excited to help. Hiashi even approves because helping older Neji read things like menus and the like is helping Hinata learn how to read, so it benefits everyone.

Consider also: Neji encouraging the smols to play with bby Naruto, a Hyuuga elder (or possibly Hiashi, but I want him to be a confused accomplice) complains exactly once and Neji exudes such a powerful "Do not test me" energy that he just kind of. Drops it.

Neji's attitude towards baby Naruto is somewhere between "They're good dogs Brent" and "I died for him once already, do you think I'd hesitate to kill?" and it depends entirely on how seriously he thinks you're talking shit about him

Neji plays with the smols, including smol Naruto, by just being the Perfect Straight Man. Just taking every nonsense thing Naruto says Completely Seriously and using deadpan reactions to chaos to make them giggle. This drifts into Feels for Naruto when he's the first adult who takes his "I'm gonna be the Hokage" completely seriously

"Of course, chibi-Hokage-sama"

Hiashi: "What.... are you.... doing?" Neji: "Ah, Hiashi-sama. Please exercise caution, the floor has mysteriously transformed into molten rock. I suspect enemy action, but have no further intelligence at this time" SmolNeji, Hinata, and Naruto: 'wild giggling as they dangle from rafters/stand balanced precariously on chairs'

Hiashi takes one step into the room and all the kids start screaming so loud he steps back out in shock

Neji out in Konoha just Causing Shit with plausible deniability

Listen. Neji is PETTY.

Someone describes Naruto as "the annoying blonde child with the whiskers, you know, the skin brat" and Neji says "I'm a sensor and have encountered no demonic chakra"

"okay just avoid the blonde kid with the whiskers"

"I don't know how to tell you this..." 

"Sir, I know you're new in town, but that kid isn't really good news--" "A child can't be news unless they're recently born." "No, I mean, didn't anyone tell you to avoid the blonde kid with the whiskers?" "Naruto's blonde?"

Possibly "Hinata's blonde?"

He just, aggressively misunderstands that any insinuation about Naruto is about the Hyuuga heir instead

Birdie said they like the idea that he uses the aggressive deliberate misunderstanding to force people to either be embarrassed by how they're acting by having to spell it out or give up in quieter shame

Sometimes Neji gets tired of being obtuse and just lets Gai do it for him

Gai babysits on occasion, SmolNeji is aghast, Hinata mostly just confused, Naruto is delighted

Naruto is just Stars In Eyes about Gai

Kakashi: this is not the excuse I expected to have for visiting Naruto but I'm taking it

#Hyuuga Neji #Hyuuga Hiashi #Hyuuga Hinata #Uzumaki Naruto #Maito Gai #Hatake Kakashi #Naruto #mini fic #time travel #Hyuuga Clan #Blind Neji #Phoenix Babbles #Phoenix Posts

[wikiangela-fanfics]

I hear you're a really good lawyer

Yep, I wrote another mcu defenders fic nobody asked for - this time daredevil and Sam lol

Summary: Sam goes to talk to Matt Murdock to ask him to join the new Avengers team.

Ao3 here

it's technically post Daredevil s3 (and post the snap) and I know at the end of s3 Matt, Foggy and Karen were talking about "Nelson, Murdock and Page" but it's so fucking stupid and ridiculous, in this fic they just went back to how it was haha (I should probably also mention that I hate Karen with a passion and it took so much not to make Sam in this fic not like her for whatever reason, but it would be ooc for him - more than this fic already is lmao)

It started out as Sam talking to Matt about joining the team - like Bucky with Jessica in the previous fic - but apparently it ended with them becoming besties? Idek hahahaha

Enjoy hah

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The sign on the door read Nelson and Murdock Attorneys at Law. Sam knocked lightly, opened it, and saw a blonde woman behind a desk. She immediately got up to greet him.

“Captain America.” she smiled. “Or, uh, mr. A- mr. Wilson.” she chuckled nervously. “I’m sorry. Uh, hello.”

“Just ‘Sam’ is okay.” he answered. He wasn’t used to the way people would get flustered when they met him now, and he didn’t think he’d ever get used to it. He was just Sam.

“Right. Sam.” she tucked her hair behind her ears, clearly still nervous. “Uh, I’m Karen.” she extended her hand, which he shook. “We talked on the phone.” she added. He remembered. He only called maybe fifteen minutes before. It was late afternoon, and the office would close soon. He figured if the guy was in now, he could get it over with. He got lucky.

“Yeah. So, is mr. Murdock in?”

“I am.” he heard a deep, nice voice, and as he turned towards it, he saw a man in a suit, dark glasses on, and a white cane in hand. “Hello, mr. Wilson. Let’s talk in my office.” he moved away, gesturing for Sam to step in the room.

Once they were sitting on opposite sides of Murdock’s desk, he started:

“So how can I help you?”

“Well, I hear you’re a really good lawyer, mr. Murdock.” Sam decided to say. He did his homework. Or, more accurately, Bucky did. Sam had a feeling he just followed the guy they’d been trying to find until he learned his true identity, but he didn’t ask for details. There were rumors about this guy’s, Daredevil’s, abilities, but Sam knew that if anyone could successfully tail him without getting noticed, it was his weird, former assassin of a boyfriend.

“I am. I’m just surprised that Captain America needs a lawyer.” he leaned back in his chair.

“I know some people might not believe that, but law applies to everyone.” he said, trying to find a way to ease into the topic he wanted to reach. “I’m just human, mr. Murdock. The title doesn’t change that.”

“I understand. That doesn’t answer my question, though. What exactly can I help you with?”

“It’s a delicate matter. I don’t even know where to start.” Sam was starting to get a little nervous. Murdock could just keep denying it, and what could Sam do then other than leave? That would suck. Especially since later that night Bucky was going on his own little mission, and Sam was almost sure he’d be successful.

“Maybe from the beginning. Whatever you say stays between us. Attorney-client privilege.”

“Okay.” Sam took a deep breath, considering ten different ways of saying it. “I don’t want to be blunt, but I also don’t want to dance around the subject. It’s, well, a little awkward.” he cleared his throat. “I don’t know if you’re aware, but my partner is the former Winter Soldier.”

“I’m aware.” he answered, his expression changing into curiosity mixed with confusion.

“Recently I asked him to do something for me. To find someone. I knew only he could do it successfully. And he did. And if he’s right, which I believe he is, he found that person.” Sam observed Matt, looking for any signs that he knew what Sam was talking about. Maybe he needed to be more direct. “And you surely know about all the vigilantes in this city.”

“I do. I’ve heard about them.” he answered, his face not betraying any emotions. “Does that have anything to do with any of them?” he asked as if Sam wasn’t the one who just brought them up.

“Actually, yeah. You see, mr. Murdock, my partner and I, we’ve been trying to rebuild the Avengers team.”

“If you’re looking for someone, you might want to go to a P.I. I can recommend a good one, but I don’t think-”

“No, no, that’s not the case.” Sam interrupted rudely. “Like I said, Bucky found that person. And that’s why I’m here.” okay, time to stop dancing around it and just say it. He lowered his voice, though, just in case. “To ask the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen to join us.”

“I’m sorry, you must be mistaken-” Murdock started saying, but then Sam interrupted again.

“I’m not telling anyone, and neither is Bucky. I’m here just to talk. I’m asking for five minutes, and no bullshit. I know , mr. Murdock. And I know that you want to keep your identity a secret, I get it. I swear no one is going to find out, whether you join us or not.” he said, then waited for his response. It’s been a longish while, probably just a minute, but it felt longer. Sam was starting to fear that he got it all wrong and he just made a fool out of himself. Murdock was quiet, but he visibly tensed. He looked ready to jump out of his chair and fight. Then, finally, he swallowed audibly, then cleared his throat, and smiled.

“Well, then you should probably call me Matt.”

“Sam.” Sam said, and Matt nodded.

“How did you find out?”

“Like I said, I have a pretty awesome partner. I knew he could get unnoticed even by your heightened senses.”

“Impressive.”

“I know.” Sam couldn’t help a smile. “So, can we discuss what I came here to discuss?”

“Of course. But since you don’t need a lawyer, why don’t we have a drink?” He got up and walked over to the cabinet, then poured whiskey into two glasses, not a drop spilled, and an exact equal amount in both, and handed one to Sam. That was impressive. Sam heard about his abilities but to see a blind man see was something else.

“We’ve been trying to put together a team.” he said once again, when Matt sat back down. “For the record, the world isn’t ending. Nothing that bad is happening. And I wouldn’t want to take you away from what you’re doing for this city.” he started. “But we’ve been thinking about what if another situation like that happened again? We’re down a couple of teammates, for various reasons that you’ve probably heard of.” he saw Matt nod in acknowledgement. “Right. So, if another world-threatening event happened, we’d be shorthanded. And we could use all the help we can get. That’s why we’re looking for people with abilities we could reach out to in case of such an event. I was also thinking of maybe training together from time to time, whenever I’m in New York. Just so we could work on teamwork, build some trust, you know. So we can work together. It’s completely fine if you say no. I get it, it’s not your area. I mean, aliens?” he scoffed. “I was there and I still can’t believe it. But if you were willing to work with us, here’s my card.” he took a piece of paper out of his pocket, with text in braille, and handed it to Matt. “There’s my number on there, and my partner’s number. If you ever need any help, we’re there. And there’s also a date and an address. Whatever you decide, you can come to the meeting and hear me out in more detail.”

“Who else is on this team?” was Matt’s first question.

“Obviously Bucky and I. Then we have Antman, Wasp, Spider-man. I’m pretty sure Strange is on call if the world was ending again. Uh, Banner and Danvers, that’s for sure. We’re also talking to some more people.” he shrugged, forgetting for a second that Matt can’t see. They still weren’t sure about Clint, or his new protege, and he had no idea what was up with Wanda, and they were talking to a couple more people. “Like, uh, Bucky’s gonna talk to Jessica Jones tonight.” he added.

“Oh wow.” Matt laughed. “Good luck with that. She’s not really a team person.”

“If the people she’s teamed up with before joined, maybe she would too.”

“I wouldn’t count on it. But miracles do happen.” Matt seemed very amused. “That’s, uh, that’s quite a lot of people.” he added after a while.

“Well, there’s never enough help in case of a world-ending event.”

“True.” he fell silent for a second. “I really appreciate the offer, but I do what I do to protect my city. Not the world.”

“I understand. But, you know, if the world is in danger, your city is too.”

“I’m not a superhero.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know, they call you guys vigilantes.” Sam rolled his eyes. “If you ask me, you are a hero. You’re making this city safe. And if it came to it, we could use some help in making the world safe, too.” he finished.

“I’m going to have to think about it.” Matt answered after a minute of silence.

“Of course. And if you change your mind at any point, you have my number. In case you need help, too.” he repeated. “And Bucky’s number. He’s usually more likely to be in New York, so if it’s an emergency, he should probably be your first call. I’m constantly between here, my home in Louisiana, and DC. Mostly.” he sighed.

“The job can’t be easy.” Matt said empathetically.

“It’s really not. And I’m still trying to sort out my living situation.” he scoffed. “Sorry, I didn’t come here to talk about my personal life.”

“It’s fine.” Matt shrugged. “I charge by the hour.” he added in a joking tone.

“Good, so we still have time left.” Sam smiled, as he looked at the clock.

“I mean, I didn’t give you legal advice, and you are Captain America. I won’t charge you.”

“I’m taking up your time, Matt. After hours.” he added, realizing that he came in really close to closing time, and now it was way past it. “I’m paying you.”

“If you insist.” Matt relented. “So how’s that living situation?”

“You really wanna hear about that?” Sam asked doubtfully. He was probably just humoring him now.

“If I agree to join your team, we need to get to know each other.” Matt responded.

“Right. Okay.” Sam couldn’t help a grin. Well, maybe Matt was closer to agreeing than he thought. “So, it’s like this. I don’t wanna leave my sister again. But I work mostly from DC, you know. But then there’s Bucky, who lives here. And I don’t want to take him away from the only place he’s felt like home in since forever. I do wanna ask him to move in with me, though. I can move here, if he really doesn’t wanna leave. I just don’t wanna be away from him for such long periods of time again.” he finished, realizing he’s been rambling now. “I’m not sure if I mentioned that when I call him my partner, I mean in more than one sense.”

“I got that.” Matt chuckled. “Well, seems like a tough decision. Have you talked to him about it yet?”

“Still getting to it. I’ve been hinting at it, but judging how long it took him to catch on that I was flirting before we got together, I need to be more direct. I just don’t wanna make it sound like I want him to choose between here and Louisiana.” he sighed. Now he was just rambling and spilling his guts to this guy he just met. Matt must’ve been annoyed with him, and he must’ve had the patience of a saint not to just throw him out. “I’m gonna stop talking about it now. Sorry.” Sam laughed nervously. He was trying to recruit this guy, and ended up just… whatever he was doing. Shit.

“It’s really fine.” Matt was smiling politely. “You know, I was going to go grab a drink with my friends at our regular bar, if you wanna join and talk that over. Maybe get some more opinions.”

“Uh, sure, why not.” Sam said, though he did feel like he was intruding and Matt invited him out of pity. He could not decipher if it was that, or maybe the guy was just that nice.

But still, they finished their drinks at the office, and then went to join Karen and Matt’s partner - business partner and best friend - Foggy. Sam liked them, and they actually listened to his ramblings and added their two cents. Of course, Sam wasn’t all they talked about, he wasn’t self-absorbed. They spent a lot of time just going through different topics, drinking a bit, and getting to know each other. It was a great evening. Sam was pretty sure that even if Matt wouldn’t want to join them, he’d still like to hang out with him sometime.

It was much later, they were about to leave the bar actually, when Sam’s phone rang. He fished it out of his pocket and smiled when he read the name.

“Hey, what’s up?” he said after answering.

“I talked to Jones.”

“And?”

“I don’t know. Didn’t seem very eager. Though I think we have plans to grab a drink sometime, so.” Sam was sure Bucky shrugged. “How did your thing go?”

“Not sure yet. We’re at a bar having a drink.” he smiled at his companions.

“Oh. You need me to pick you up? How much did you drink?”

“I’m fine, Buck.” Sam rolled his eyes. “I’ll see you at home, I was just about to head out anyway.”

“If you’re sure… Be careful, tho, okay?” there was concern and worry in his voice.

“Of course, baby.” Sam smiled. “See you soon.”

“Yeah. Uh, love you, Sam.” Bucky mumbled. He was still a little uncomfortable with expressing his feelings, especially verbally, but he was making an effort - out of his own volition, Sam didn’t need that - and it was really cute.

“Love you too. Bye.” they hang up. Sam looked at his new friends. “Well, I think I gotta go. It was very nice to meet you all. Matt, we’ll talk soon, I hope.”

“Of course.” Matt assured.

They all said their goodbyes, and then Sam was the first one to leave. As he started to walk to Bucky’s apartment, he looked at this beautiful city, and thought that maybe living there full time wouldn’t be such a bad idea. He’d have to ask how Bucky would feel about it, but, well, maybe his decision has been made and he only needed to spend some time with New Yorkers who really loved this city (or at least one) that could convince him of how great it actually was. And that wasn’t even why he met with Matt in the first place. But now they bonded a little bit, got to know each other, so maybe Matt would be more eager to join. He hoped so. He hoped to create a strong team, just in case. If anything world-threatening happened again, he really wouldn’t want to be unprepared.

#sam wilson #matt murdock #daredevil #fanfic #sam wilson fanfiction #matt murdock fanfic #talking #conversations #frienship #becoming friends ig #it's lowkey ooc and ridiculous but whatever lol #it got away from me halfway through sns #there's gonna be more in this series once I finish watching Luke Cage and Iron Fist haha #idk #my writing #wikiangela writes #mentioned sam/bucky

[helpinghanikan]

Think fast

Mathew Murdock x Reader

Sum: There’s always the elephant in the room that no one wants to talk about. Your elephant just happened to be red and supposedly blind. 

AN: This was written based on a request. Just a warning, I’m not good at dialogue nor am I good at secret feelings. Read at your own risk is what I’m saying. (Also photo is from Pixabay.com, if there’s issues with me using it I’m fix it up.)

You had discovered a new game just minutes after Matt told you everything. Starting with a ball of rubber-bands snagged from Foggy’s desk. Thrown straight towards Matt’s head but caught by his own hand, catching it to prove his point.

Annoyance and fear for his identity as DareDevil was all forced into this game. Soft balls found abandoned, small toys snagged at offices, and, the easiest, little bouncy balls bought for a quarter. All of these were destined for Matt, filled with the spiteful words you’ve always wanted to say. Less than half ever hit their mark; either missing or he’d prove himself once again and catch it.

The only time it hits the target, of course, was when there’s witnesses.

Before thinking it through your weapon of choice has already left your hand. To you this was a moment of vindication. Only made better by Matt’s, honestly over, reaction to getting hit. A quick noise of “ah!” from him making it that much sweeter. But, to everyone else, you had just assaulted a blind man.

“Got you for once,” You said with a laugh. Only slightly aware of the looks being sent your way.

“Did you have to throw it so hard, though?” He asks, a hand placed to the side of his face.

It’s hard to say why you chose Central park specifically for the meetup. It’s a bit of a walk from Hells kitchen, about two to three miles. Enough to warrant a car or taxi ride, but not enough to warrant the price. Although, now you know that walking a distance isn’t a problem for Matt and never has been.

Because of this you didn’t ask how the journey over was. Skipping the usual questions of how the driver was and if they let him control the music. Instead just stooping down to get your weapon, stowing it away for later.

Matt’s cane swishes side to side as you walk. It was a point of interest when your friendship had started. Spending at least an hour all together worried around how you’re supposed to react around the cane. Pretend like it’s not there and let it bop into your foot or keeps tabs on it and step up whenever it comes close to hitting. You had just gotten used to the thing, no different then Matt’s glasses, when Matt revealed himself. Now the interest came back tenfold, letting the white stick hit your shoe over and over until hitting a more secluded section of the park.

“You’re bullying a blind man, you know that right?” He says, the walk slowing down to just above meandering. “Bullying the disabled, could probably sue for that.”

“Well, based on your history you can probably afford yourself. How’s that going, by the way? The free charity cases thing not the suing me thing.”

“Pro-bono work?”

“Yeah, that.” Finding and taking a seat on an empty bench saved you from saying anything else stupid. “How is it?”

Matt sits down next to you with a sigh, like his weight was too much to handle on his own feet. “It’s good, it’s really good. Doing work for the people is better than taking a paycheck, it’s you know-.”

“Good?”

“Yeah, yeah, that’s it.”

Congratulations, you’ve experienced something very, very few in the world will be able to. You’ve see the three sides of one Mr. Murdock: First there is Attorney at law Mathew Murdock, a man in a bit above cheap suit, able to have you answering the question without knowing and having an audience while doing so. Second there is the DareDevil, the man in red and horns that gives either hope or fear depending on who sees him. Finally there was Matt, just Matt Murdock who had a dry chuckle and a moral alignment that was easy to understand but was sometimes annoying.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying it. Especially after all that. All the…costumes and stuff.” You say, mentally kicking yourself for being an idiot. There was a better way to bring that up.

You had only found out because of the Devil knocking on your window. Letting the red man in, almost solely because of how Karen and Foggy seemed to trust him. Even when his voice was way too damn familiar.

You didn’t get to confirm his identity until after dealing with the cops. Two cubs who somehow got partnered together even though they were so new. Probably thinking that they’d get some serious credit if they brought in the DareDevil. Asking if they can search your apartment after seeing a “suspicious subject run up the fire escape.”

The words, “sorry, but I need a warrant first.” Came out faster then you should have. They could have come back with a warrant to search the place, but it was too weak to go through. Plus, why would they want to get the Devil off the streets? He’s doing a quarter of their jobs.

Matt was sitting on the edge of your bed when you got rid of them. Red mask with horns in his hands and a costume of braces and straps covering him. “I have to tell you something,” He said.

It was about ten minutes later that you threw the fist ball at his head.

“It’s actually a suit,” Matt corrected when the awkward silence became boring.

“Suit with little horns?” The laugh that comes with your mocking only lasts a second, long enough for Matt to smile at it. “Was it comfortable?”

Mr. I-tuck-sweatpants-into-socks Murdock shrugs. “I mean, it wasn’t silk, but it was fine. What exactly do you mean?”

“Okay, how about this; do you miss it? Wearing it and bouncing around and all that?”

He takes a second to think about how to respond. His white cane being held slightly tighter before relaxing. That was probably why he really kept the cane. Something to toy with while thinking. Acting as a key to answers that he had yet to unlock.

“No, not really. I miss the seemingly instant solutions and helping people like but not what it cost. That’s over now, though. It’s the past and I move on.” He says. A hand placed on your knee to emphasize his next words. “With what friends I have left from it all.”

The hand holding your knee was warmer than it was weeks ago. When he was in costume, I mean suit, his hand on you was too heavy to be a comfort. It was just a tool that called your attention back to his face. His actual face that was quiet until he apologized, not able to add anything else.

In that moment you had taken his hand. Feeling the glove in your hand and letting the silence settle in. Finally asking ‘what have you done?’ and staring until he spilled everything. Everything thing he’s been involved with, who knows and who could maybe figure it out. By the time he was apologizing again you were already up and on the other side of the room. Waiting for him to finally finish when you whipped around and threw the ball.

“Would you have told me if you didn’t need to hide?” You ask just as quickly as you had thrown the ball. “If you had run fast enough and gotten away or if there was a better hiding spot that didn’t involve me at all. Would you have ever told me?”

He’s holding the cane tightly again; turning the key to find the answers he didn’t have yet. The pause felt like it was lasting forever when it was only a few seconds.

He starts by speaking hesitantly; “Not that night, but I would’ve. I would have told you because it was time, not because it was convenient. Barging through your window just gave the best opportunity.”

“So, if I leave my window open tonight you’ll come in and tell me your social security number?” You the joke that calms down the emotional moment.

He chuckles softly, patting his hand on your knee while doing so. This laughing took you out of the past, leaving you two in the present, on this park bench.

#Daredevil #daredevil x reader #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock imagine #talking #dialogue #attempt at humor

[anika-ann]

Of Muffins, Coffee and Other Miracles - Pt.2

Of Coffee, Brownies and-- Frack

Pairing: Matt Murdock x reader        Word count: 2210

Type: Two-shot, reader insert

Warnings: swearing, tons of fluff and cheeky/cute Daredevil/Matt

Summary: You’re a secretary at Landman and Zack, having an office on the same floor as the interns. You notice one of them (which you might and might not have a crush on) seems down lately, so you decide to cheer him up the only way you can come up with. You bake muffins; right after your life is saved by a cheeky vigilante.  

Part 1

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“Wild night out?” a male voice made you snap from your dozing and you straightened in your chair with a startle.

Oh shit. Oh fuck, you were so fired.

You look up to the man who addressed you, relieved it was only Foggy – one of the interns. He wouldn’t report you, right?

“Uhm… not sure I would call it wild, but… strange for sure.” Not every night you get to be kissed by a vigilante, even if only on your temple.

“It wasn’t drugs, right? Because drugs are bad,” he whispered, looking around for anyone who could hear. You smiled at him tiredly.

“I know. Not… that kind of strange. What can I do for you… Foggy, right?”

“Yes!” he confirmed cheerfully, until his smile fell. “I’m sorry, I don’t think we were introduced. You’re…” he eyed the name on your desk, repeating it dutifully.

“That’s me,” you confirmed with a nod. “What can I do for you?”

“Oh! Right. My friend, Matt, he’s interning with me here, I’m sure you saw him around. He’s… well, blind.” Oh, I did see him around. “Usually, he gets the copies of the files in braille, but today… whoever is the good soul doing it for him forgot or something and… I have no idea where to find a braille printer here and you seem to know your way around…? And you also look like you’re not gonna fire me for asking.”

You found yourself smiling in the presence of the cheerful man. “Only if you promise not to tell anyone that I was basically sleeping.”

“Deal.”

“Thanks. You have the file? I can print it. Honestly, anyone who knows where to find that printer or how to use it wouldn’t have the authority to fire you. Just send it to me and I’ll drop it in your… your…” you stuttered, unsure how to finish that sentence.

“You can say it. It’s a closet.”

“It is, isn’t it? But which one?” you played dumb, because… reasons. You shouldn’t have known where they were, you didn’t need it. Why would you? Yeah, I’m sooo subtle…

“Oh, the one down the hall.”

“Okay. Just e-mail me the file number and I’ll deliver.”

“Really? You’re amazing.”

“I wouldn’t go that far,” you laughed nervously. Amazing. You didn’t think – scratch that, you were sure your boss never called you that, and you were saving his life on daily basis; he wouldn’t even sign a paper unless you handed him the pen.

“See, that’s where you’re wrong…” Foggy pronounced, pointing at you. Then he seemed to realize something. “You said not many people know where to find that printer?”

You shrugged. “Not really, I guess. It’s on the fourth floor, but it’s next to impossible to go there unnoticed by people guarding printers and they are bitch to talk to, so if you ever need anything just tell me, I’ll do it for you. I’m sure your life is enough depressing in that… cubicle.”

“Hm… okay, thanks a lot!” He spun on his heels, walking out.

Weird.

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Dropping off the files in the right closet, you were confronted with…  your crush. You might have not realized it before, but… yeah. You were confronted by Matt Murdock himself and you were suddenly very sure you had a crush on this man. Crap.

The thing was… he was his typical self, which meant… really charming. He stood up from his desk when thanking you, learning your name, shaking your hand. He gave you one of the nicest smile you had ever seen, his grip firm, but gentle; you just stuttered when saying ‘nice to meet you’, stumbling out as quickly as possible, shaking your head over your own inability to communicate like a normal person.

One thing you noticed about Matt that day though was that he had a rather angrily looking gash next to his right eyebrow – whether he ran into a door or something else happened, you didn’t know. But you were glad you had baked the previous night, secretly leaving your backup lunch to ease the blind’s man pain.

You were stuck hungry because of that; you couldn’t make yourself regret it.

You were a hopeless case.

And a liar on top of that, because you had said it wasn’t ‘like that’ just few nights before. Perfect.

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It was raining that night, so you didn’t leave a snack for the vigilante who apparently kissed crime victim’s temples. Maybe the next night.

Or never, because he would avoid you forever, realizing that you were as far from his Lois Lane as you could be. Which was probably a good thing.

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You looked up from the screen at the sound of someone knocking. It was unusual – the door was always open, so people normally just waltzed in.

Matt freaking Murdock was standing in that open door, holding his walking cane and a cup holder in one hand, his other hand on the glassy door. You blinked in surprise at the sight. And god, he was such a sight for your sore eyes…

“Anyone in?” he asked carefully and you fought the urge to face-palm. He couldn’t see you watching him – which might be a good thing, considering you were shamelessly staring.

“Yes! Hi, Matt. What can I do for you? Someone forgot to print case files again?” you wondered when you gathered yourself.

He smiled, turning your direction, walking towards your desk.

“Uhm, no. No, I came to… say thank you.”

Did you hit your head in the shower this morning?

“Uhm. You’re welcome, it really wasn’t a big deal.“ You mentally praised yourself for so many coherent sentences. His smile only grew wider.

“Here. Uhm, I was told you were a bit tired yesterday, so I figured you might appreciate a coffee. One’s black with sugar, which should have ‘B’ on the cup, and the other one is vanilla latté with ‘V’. I had no idea which you might like.” He held out the holder for you to choose.

You had definitely hit your head. What the hell? Or rather… what the heaven?

“I… you really didn’t have to do that, Matt. That’s… thank you, but… it was just a file. Anyone would do that.”

You found the V cup, taking it hesitantly as if it could explode in your hand.

“Well, for one, that’s not true, especially here, and… it’s not just for the file,” he offered with a cute smile.

It wasn’t the smile that sent your heart racing. Well, it was, but also the thing he was implying— did he somehow figure out you were his… secret muffin-maker? Well, shit.

“I’m not sure-“

“People by the printers on the fourth floor are next to impossible to sneak by – that’s your words, not mine. Next to impossible, but not completely. That suggests you know how to do it. I imagine the bosses wouldn’t be happy finding out you’re using the printer to write notes for miserable blind interns, so sneaking under radar it is.”

You pressed your lips together, squeezing your eyes shut, cursing mentally. And out loud. “Frack.”  

“So, you know. Thank you. The muffins were delicious. They did make my day much better,” Matt assured you and an unfairly warm feeling spread in your chest. Maybe it wasn’t such a disaster he found out.

“There’s no way I’m finding a way to prove you wrong, is there?” you sighed. “You should reconsider your career choices, you would make a great detective. Glad it worked. I know that muffins can’t fix all the problems of the world, but occasionally, they can save the mood.”

“Not wrong there. I... uhm… the coffee is the best thank you I’m capable of. I hope my debt is paid.”

Well. That made more sense. “You didn’t have to-“

“That came out wrong. I wanted to say thank you, to erase a potential debt, because I was…”

You tilted your head to side, waiting what brilliant end that sentence would have. For once you weren’t the one who apparently didn’t know what to say.

“I was wondering if you would want to go for a coffee sometime? Or a dinner, maybe? Not as a thank you.”

Throw the incapability to speak up back on me, why don’t you. You blinked in utter shock, your knees buckling a little. Come again? “Not… not as thank you. You’re… you’re sure of that?”

“Hundred percent positive.”

You were certain you heard wrong. Which was easily possible given how loud your pulse was in your ears.

“Oh. Uhm… yeah. Okay. Sure. Just… just to be clear, since it’s not a thank you-“

“It’s a date. If you want it to be,” he added quickly, his confidence slightly shaken.

“If I want it to be…” you muttered under your breath incredulously. “Is the sky blue?”

“You tell me, it’s been a while since I’ve seen it last time,” he replied, grinning. He was so not supposed to hear that. Dammit.

“Oh my—… yeah, last time I checked it was still blue.”

“I’ll take that as a yes, then.” He shoved his hand into his pocket, pulling out a phone, holding in out for you. “Would you enter your number in it, please? First name’s enough. I’ll call you.”

You finally set your cup down and took the phone from his hand, still not quite believing this was happening. Your fingers brushed his lightly when doing so, nearly sending you into a cardiac arrest. Jesus.

“Sure. You don’t have a distaste for black coffee right? Because I can totally switch the cups, I haven’t even sipped mine yet,” you mumbled as you were entering your number.

He laughed. “I like black coffee.”

“Noted. And number saved.”

You returned the phone to his extended hand. “Thanks. Dinner or coffee? I would offer a lunch, but the muffins appeared during lunch-breaks, which suggests you’re not leaving the office.”

“Detective, seriously. Dinner?” you asked, unsure.

“Dinner it is.”

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Dinner it was. And an amazing one. Matt picked the restaurant wisely – nice, but not too expensive, because neither of you were exactly rich (not that it mattered, because Matt was a gentleman who wouldn’t let the woman pay for the food, definitely not on the first date) and that way you could have a dessert without remorse; financial one anyway.

Matt saying that your muffins were better after eating a chocolate brownie was just the icing on the cake of how… sweet he was. He was even more wonderful than you had thought, but despite becoming a lawyer and working between the sharks, he was a down-to-earth person. Not playing any… leagues. And you had fun. His sense of humour was refreshing and he was apparently more than capable of smiling and laughing as cheerfully as his friend. He was a freaking sunshine and you found yourself drawn to the warmth and light like to a magnet.

He walked you home, looking almost disappointed that the night was ending, which was a sentiment you shared wholeheartedly.

“If I wasn’t so full, I would invite you upstairs. I have muffins,” you whispered as his hand travelled up your arm, wavering in the crook of your neck and he leaned closer to you.

The corners of his lips rose a little higher at your note and you were honestly regretting he was still wearing his dark red-tinged glasses. You would like to see his eyes to complete the picture.

“Well, I would say I’m sorry, but I’m actually glad. I… I really enjoyed tonight. I wouldn’t want to screw up.”

You could tell he hesitated, his thumb caressing your neck in silent question. You leaned in as well. ”I can’t really imagine you screwing it up, Matt, no matter what you would do. Unless you‘d wake me up now.”

“Is that a permission?” he breathed out an inch from your lips.

“It’s a plea.”

He met your lips softly, retreating too soon.

“Please, don’t wake me up,” you mumbled, not sure you wanted him to hear it.

“This is a goodnight kiss,” he reassured you lowly, kissing you again, caressing your lower lip and making your knees unfairly weak. “We’ll work our way up to a good morning one. If you’d like.”

You brought your hand to the back of his neck, keeping him close just in case he was getting any ideas and you returned the kiss, nibbling on his lips just a little. He let out a content sigh, his fingers tangling in your hair, his body shifting closer to yours.

“Probably sooner than later,” he mumbled against your mouth, making you smile and hum in agreement. You added ‘excellent kisser’ to the mental list you were making about him. Hot. Sweet. Gentle. Funny. Smart. Ray of sunshine. Gorgeous smile. Likes black coffee and my muffins. Never should stop kissing me.

He met your lips for the last time, withdrawing with a smile, his thumb running over your jaw.

“Goodnight,” you whispered, licking your lips to savour the taste of his own.

He pecked your temple lightly, wishing you the same.

‘Familiar,’ you added to your mental list and your heart, fluttering until the moment, started hammering in your chest wildly. Familiar voice, familiar smile, familiar gestures-

No, no, no, no, no. That was ridiculous. You were projecting again, you were-

“Clark?” you chocked out, perfectly aware of how stupid it was, expecting Matt to shoot you a puzzled look and ask you about your possible ex or something.

Except Matt did no such thing. Instead, he froze and said just one word that meant you were somehow, in some impossible way, right.

“Frack.”

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Matt Murdock Masterlist

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It’s silly and I’m grinning when writing it and posting it and I’m most definitely sure that this cliff-hanger is the end and it’s all up to you to wonder what happened next ;)

Thank you for reading :-*

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[the-cult-of-russo]

Push and Pull (Part 23)

Pairing: Matt Murdock x OC

Warnings: cursing

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Daphne's head rested on the glass of the cab window as it drove. After falling asleep the day before, she'd ended up sleeping well past noon. She'd woken to a message from Mrs Grimes asking for an update and decided to go and see her. She’d needed a serious talk with her about what they'd found. This was so much more than some petty revenge and she needed to make sure she knew that. When she'd shown Mrs Grimes what she'd found, even the older woman was shocked and a little frightened. She knew he'd been getting money slipped under the table from the mob but she hadn't realised just how bad it was. Daphne had told her that she'd been working with Brett on the Italian case and she needed to pass over the intel. She told her to hold off on the divorce thing for now because it wasn't the best time and she might end up hurt. Her advice was to act normally as to not give anything away, and since the married couple rarely saw each other these days, it wouldn't be too hard. With protective custody not being an option as it would have sent off red flags, she assured her that once she told the cops, they'd have eyes on her to make sure she was fine. 

Mrs Grimes seemed satisfied about it all and even agreed to cooperate with the police when the time came. It was selfish in nature since she'd known about some of the shady dealings and kept it quiet. She probably hoped it would keep her out of trouble. But in the end she would eventually get what she wanted, which was her husband disgraced and locked up. So she agreed. 

Now Daphne was on her way to the station to give Brett what she had. She worried her lip, eyes glazed as she stared out of the window. Her mind was swirling with what she'd found and it itched at her brain that the pieces didn't quite fit. She didn't understand why Mr Grimes had written down the name of a military ship or how it was connected to this mysterious weapon. She even wondered if it was some kind of military weapon but even that still didn't explain how the Italians would be connected to it. Her brain hurt. It was all way above her paygrade and she just wanted to hand off what she had to the cops and leave it at that. This was their problem. Of course she'd help out in her own way if Brett needed her to and she wouldn't rule out the possibility of her doing her own recon because of her natural curiosity and need to know things. But for now, she needed a break. Things had been way too hectic and now she had to deal with the lingering anxiety over just what was coming for Hell's Kitchen. 

Once the cab pulled up, she murmured a thanks as she paid the driver and got out. The sun felt like it burnt into her retinas and she winced. Despite the long sleep, she was still tired. Her sleep schedule was all fucked and her body was angry at her for it. She'd also not been eating much lately and she was well aware of how she was starting to lose weight. She had on jeans and a simple tee, her backpack slung over her shoulder and her hair in a messy bun on the top of her head. She didn't even look in the mirror before she left the apartment this morning. 

"Daphne!" She turned her head as she rubbed her bleary eyes, finding Karen, Matt and Foggy loitering outside the precinct, Karen being the one to call her over. She didn't know why she was surprised to see them since they seemed to be here more often than not. She walked over, her hand clutching the strap of her backpack. 

"Wow, you look rough," Foggy winced at her and she squinted.

"Just what every girl wants to hear," she snorted wryly.

"No! I mean… I just meant, you know, you look… tired and maybe a little… sickly," he muttered carefully.

"She's not been eating," Matt piped up, earning a dirty look. She almost made a quip about him using his senses and hearing her growling stomach but she kept her lips firmly sealed given present company.

"As fun as this is, I need to give Brett what I found from the ball," she sighed.

"That bad?" Karen asked sympathetically.

"Bad and confusing," she huffed. 

"Anything useful?" Matt asked as he glanced her way. 

"I'll swing by the firm when I'm done here and you guys can see for yourself," she murmured. She didn't linger around much longer before jogging up the steps and heading inside. She headed straight for the offices, peeking her head through the door. When Brett looked up, she gestured with her head for him to go to her.

"Got something?" He asked curiously.

"Yeah. We need privacy though," she muttered tensely. He nodded, looking apprehensive of the news she might have as he led her to an empty interrogation room. Once they both sat down, she grabbed the file she had made from her backpack and slid it over to him. 

First she explained about her case with Mrs Grimes since she hadn't done so before. She anticipated the lecture he gave her about how risky her plan at the ball had been, but he couldn't deny it was worth it. He was just as confused about the cryptic writings from the journal but he seemed very interested in the evidence of Mr Grimes selling information. There were a lot of names in the book and that gave them some leads on where to look. It seemed to take forever to explain the whole thing to him but she wanted to make sure she hadn't left any of it out. She wanted to hand this case over to the cops so she could wash her hands of it. Or as much as she could since it would still bother her that she couldn't figure it out. 

She was dead on her feet by the time she got to Nelson and Murdock and she walked right in. They were just seeing out a client, saying their goodbyes as she loitered in the waiting room patiently. Karen pushed her gently to sit in a chair and then the other three did the same, sat in some kind of weird circle. Crime seekers anonymous. 

"Alright, let's hear it," Foggy said resolutely.

"There were two books. These are from the first one. Some kind of record of his transactions with the Italians. I did some digging and the ones with crosses next to them are all missing. I think it's safe to presume they're dead," she said wearily, handing them her own file on the case. 

"What about the other book?" Matt asked. She was so tired she almost handed the pictures to him and told him to see for himself. She was glad she didn't because she'd feel like a real asshole. Instead, she handed it to Karen.

"He's fucking insane. I can't make heads or tails of the shit he wrote about. The only good thing I got were some names of big players. And also that," she muttered, pointing to the picture of the cinnamon dusted writing as Karen looked at it. She read it out loud and furrowed her brow.

"What does that even mean?" She frowned.

"Maybe some kind of code?" Foggy suggested with a shrug.

"It could be," Matt sighed. He sounded as frustrated as she felt. 

"Why's the writing all weird and redish?" Foggy questioned as he took the picture from Karen.

"The page was ripped out but the imprint was left behind. I only had cinnamon," she snorted in reply. Foggy found it hilarious and Karen grinned as she shook her head.

"Resourceful as always," Matt smirked at her. 

"I tried. It's not the greatest shit I've found but it's better than what we had. I gave Brett everything so I guess it's up to the cops now," she sighed.

"Which means you can actually get some sleep and eat real meals," Matt said firmly as he looked in her direction. 

"I miss the days you cooked for me," she muttered in contempt. 

"Wait, what? You used to cook for her?" Karen shot them both a goofy grin like it was the cutest thing she’d ever heard. 

"Damn right he did! He'd send me over with it and I might have kinda kept it from her that Matt was the one who cooked it. But it's only 'cause she really didn't like him back then,” Foggy chuckled. 

"That's adorable. Why'd you stop?" She asked as she glanced at Matt. He'd been looking somewhat bashful with his head lowered and he chuckled.

"He started banging her instead," Foggy replied. He seemed to do so without thinking because he looked shocked before snorting at the dirty look Daphne shot him. 

"Foggy, I will hit you with my cane," Matt glowered. He was vaguely amused though if his slightly quirked up lips were anything to go by. Daphne covered her mouth as a giant yawn forced its way out.

"Alright, it's time for you to get to bed, missy," Karen said firmly, pointing at her. 

"Need me to walk you?" Matt asked. She shook her head as she stood up, putting her case files back in her backpack.

"I'm just gonna get a cab. I'm not sure if I can walk home right now," she admitted with a grateful smile. 

Karen pulled her into a warm embrace which was soon followed by Foggy's bearhug. She was a little caught off guard when Matt pulled her into a hug too but she didn't say anything. She just gave him a quick hug back and presumed he did it so it didn't look weird that he didn't. Her brain was too tired to care. 

She dozed off a few times in the cab home. She felt like she could sleep for a week and part of her wondered if she should. She could have a mini break from all of this. Just relax before she took on another case. When she finally made it up the million stairs of her building, she unlocked her door and trudged through. There was a brown envelope on the floor, someone slipped it under the gap at the bottom. She frowned as she scooped it up. She idly wondered if it was the landlord or something. 

She tossed it on the coffee table as she got ready for bed. Once in her pyjamas, she opened it. She was going to leave it until the morning but honestly, her curiosity wouldn't let her. After ripping it open, she stilled completely at what she was looking at. It was a picture of her. She was just out walking in the street, no doubt running some kind of errand. She turned the picture over in her hand and read the writing scribbled on the back.

'They're watching you'.

She inhaled a sharp breath, a chill running down her spine. Her first thought upon seeing it was that it was a veiled threat from the Italians. Something to scare her. But the wording suggested that even though it was most likely the Italians who took the picture, the person who sent it wasn't. It wasn't a threat, it was a heads up. A warning. She had no idea who it could be. Anyone she actually knew would have just told her. 

She felt unsettled when she slipped into bed. The knowledge that someone was watching her, that a target was on her back, worried her. She thought she'd been careful but somehow they knew. She wasn't sure what to do about it all. A huge part of her knew she should tell Brett or Matt, anyone. But she didn't want to drag anyone else into this mess. She didn't want anyone else she knew with a target on their backs. She'd keep it to herself for now and see if anything else happened. She fell to sleep with the lingering question of who it was that sent her the picture. 

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Shelter Dog ~ Alfie Solomons ~ Part Four

Requested: No / Taglist: @kimmietea

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol

Word Count: 1,725 (whoops)

Pairing: Alfie Solomons x reader

Summary: It’s a modern AU! The day of the adoption event has finally arrived. Reader is focused on getting the dogs adopted, but then the question of the relationship status proves to be a distraction. 

A/N: Well here we are. Not sure if I’m gonna do a part five. The idea that I have would be a huge time jump and I’m not sure if I should do that or not.

The weeks leading up to this day had been stressful to say the least. There were so many things to consider and so many people to coordinate with. Luckily, you had the help of Sarah, Cora, and another one of your volunteers, Matt. If you hadn’t of had their support, you likely would have never finished putting everything together. You were grateful for everything that they were doing to help you, not knowing what you would have done without them.

 As all these thoughts swirled in your head, you checked over your desk one last time, making sure that you had all the paperwork and fliers that you were planning on bringing. “The van is all packed.” You turned to the door to see Sarah grinning at you. Nodding, you grabbed a stack of fliers and stuffed them into one of the shelter’s tote bags. You made your way to the door, walking past Sarah as she held it open for you. She fell into step with you, “You ready for today?”

 Taking a deep breath, you nodded, “Yep. Today is going to be great.” You nodded again and Sarah laughed.

 She slung her arm over your shoulder, “Of course it is! I bet we get all these dogs adopted.”

 You shook your head, a few chuckles leaving your lips, “Let’s not get too over excited.” You stopped next to the driver side door of the van. Sarah pulled her arm from around your shoulder and took a few steps back. She was going to drive the truck with Matt while you took the van that had all the dogs in the back with Cora. You pulled up the door to the van before spinning quickly to Sarah again, “You got the directions?”

 She nodded, “Yep.” You slipped into the driver’s seat, smiling at Cora, who was already in the passenger seat and looking back at the dogs. Sarah closed the door for you, “I’m excited. An awesome adoption event and we finally get to meet your man?” Your head whipped in her direction and she smirked, “Gonna be a great day.” She slapped the side of the van before winking at you and heading over to the truck. You stared after her, your jaw still dropped. Clearing your throat, you turned to look out the front windshield, catching sight of Cora trying to hide her smile in your peripheral.

 Oh, how you hoped Sarah was going to keep her mouth shut when you got to the distillery. Sure, you and Alfie had been on a couple of dates and you clicked really well, and yeah, he offered to hold an entire adoption event at his distillery, even going so far as to offer discounts on his product for the day, but you two still hadn’t really talked about what you were. You definitely did not need Sarah joking around about it. With one final sigh, you started the van and pulled out of the parking lot, heading towards the event, hoping that you wouldn’t have to explain away any of Sarah’s odd behavior once you got there.

 Sarah pulled into the parking lot of the distillery right behind you, parking next to the van. All four of you stepped out of your vehicles, matching t-shirts on display as you moved to grab the pens for the dogs. While you all unloaded the truck, someone stepped out from the open door of the distillery and moved towards your group. You recognized Alfie immediately as he made his way over to you, leaning on his cane with Cyril following behind him. You smiled at the man as he came to stand in front of him, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him into a quick hug.

 He smiled back before pulling away and looking down at you, “S’good to see you.”

 You nodded, “Yeah, you too. Sorry I haven’t been available lately.” You motioned to everything behind you, “Been kind of busy.” Alfie nodded along to what you were saying while also brushing his thumb along your cheek and staring deeply into your eyes. You smiled at him again, feeling a warmth settle in your chest. You needed a minute, so you bent down quickly to scratch Cyril behind the ears. The dog leaned into you touch as you looked up to see Sarah, Cora, and Matt all staring at you and Alfie. You straightened up, “Oh sorry. Let me introduce to everyone.” You pointed to Cora, “This is Cora, that’s Sarah, and back there is Matt.” Cora mumbled a hello before moving over the van and pulling the back doors open. Matt waved quickly as he continued to unload the metal gates that would make up the pen. Sarah smirked as she assisted Matt, staring at you and Alfie.

 Alfie waved to them, “It’s nice to meet the people that Y/N works with. I’m Alfie.” There were more mumbled hellos. Alfie looked to you again, “Anything I can help with?”

 With your hands on your hips, you looked over all of your supplies, “Uh, no, just maybe show us where we can set everything up?” Alfie nodded as he motioned for you to follow him.

 There was a rather large grassy spot in front of the distillery. Alfie had asked if there was enough room here and you nodded with enthusiasm. Then you and your team got to work setting up the pens and bringing all the dogs out. As you and Cora got the dogs settled, you looked over to see that Alfie was helping Matt set up a few tables where you were going to set up activities. Cora nudged you, breaking you from the trance you had fallen into while watching them, “So?”

 You looked at her, your eyebrows raised, “So what?”

 She motioned to Alfie, “So how’s that going?”

 You blushed as you looked away from her, “Fine.” She snorted and you rolled your eyes, “Who are you? Sarah?” She laughed loudly and you rolled your eyes again.

 “No, but you might want to head over there.” You turned to see where she was pointing and saw Sarah helping with the tables, talking to Alfie. You made some sort of squeaking noise as you rushed over.

 Sarah was talking as she straightened out a large banner that you had planned to hang from the pen, “Yeah, it was really great of you to offer your place for us to do this.” Alfie nodded and you sighed in relief. Nothing too damaging. Sarah nodded, “Yeah, you must really like Y/N, then?” Matt groaned as he walked away, knowing Sarah too well at this point, and not wanting to be involved.

 You rushed between the pair, wanting desperately to save Alfie from Sarah’s prying, “Don’t you have a banner to set up?” You gave the blonde a pointed look as you frowned at her.

 She only smiled in response, “Hey, Y/N! I was just about to do that actually.” She picked up said banner and started to walk away. Before she was too far though, she turned back, “So nice to finally meet Y/N’s man!” She smirked at you before she was spinning on her heel and going to do her job.

 Slowly, you turned to Alfie, “Please ignore her. I have reason to believe that she was dropped on her head as a child.”

 Alfie laughed as he put his hand on your shoulder, “No worries, love.”

 Once the event got on, everything was going great. Matt was helping people and answering questions, Cora was making sure the dogs were all okay, and Sarah was helping run the activities. You moved between all three of them, helping wherever they needed help while also overseeing everything. Alfie had been in and out of the distillery, making sure everything was going well with you and even bringing a few customers out to meet the dogs after he had talked them up inside. Every time he ventured outside, his eyes would find you and he’d smile. You’d smile back, turning your attention from whatever you were working on. On several occasions, Cora, or Matt had to nudge you to get your attention back. Sarah would smirk and giggle every time.

 Things had been winding down and you were able to step away for a few minutes to sit on one of the picnic tables that was in front of the distillery. You heard someone come up behind you and you didn’t need to turn to know that it was Alfie. You smiled as he rested his arm over your shoulder, “I need to say thank you again for doing all of this for me.”

 Alfie looked down at you, “Thank me for what? You did all the work, yeah?”

 You laughed as you shook your head, “Yeah, but you gave me a space to do all this work in.” You looked out at the event, “I think it went really well. I have a few people coming in next week to start the adoption process with a couple of the dogs.”

 Alfie squeezed your shoulder, “That’s great, love.” It was quiet between the two of you as you leaned your head against Alfie. He pulled you closer.

 “Thank you.”

 Alfie shook his head, but he smiled nonetheless, “Don’t need to thank me.” He looked at you, “Your man’s gotta support you, don’t he?”

 You sighed, your head falling forward and your hand moving to pinch the bridge of your nose, “Look, Sarah is… well she’s crazy and I don’t-”

 Alfie pulled away from you and cut off your rambling, “Y/N.”

 You looked up at him, “Yes?”

 He looked at you, nervousness clear in his eyes, “I’d like to be your man. If you’d have me.” He continued to stare at you as you rose from your seat on the table. You took two steps forward on the bench and stood in front of Alfie. He met your eyes and you grinned at him.

 “I’d like that.” His nervousness melted away as he smiled at you, slinging his arms around your waist, and pulling you into him. You giggled as you wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned down to kiss him.

#alfie solomons x reader #alfie solomons imagine #peaky blinders imagine

[veggiewrapwithhummus]

So here’s a story a wrote for english class at the beginning of the year. The word limit was 500-1000. I had 999 words. But then I attempted to edit it last night instead of doing homework. Here we go, it’s not my best but that’s fine. Its based in mid to late 1800s Wild West kinda thing. It’s a work in progress that’s probably never going to be finished.

"Whoa, there, ya-"

The voice of John Allum softened as the small, old Scottish man led the nervous team pulling the dusty stagecoach down Mainstreet.

As I watched the coach travel farther down the street, I thought to myself, 'I wonder what kind of things are in there today? Maybe it's a General from the east to escort criminals! Or it's more food for the stores. Or-'

"Charles Miller!" My teacher's voice snapped me out of my thoughts. He stood there holding his cane, looking ready to hit something. The bright sunlight was shining through the window onto his slightly red hair, making it look as if it were glowing. All around him, my fellow students turned away from their studies. To watch as I got scolded by our teacher.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Gaines. It won't happen again."

Mr. Gaines shook his head. "I'm sorry, that will not help you. That is the third time this week, Miller. Hands." I lifted my hands so that they were hovering above my desk.

As my teacher struck them, I tried distracting myself by thinking of the upcoming fishing trip I had planned with my best friends: Matt, and Philip, and the last conversation I had with my older brother, Peter, before he left for medical school.

And as I recalled our last meeting at the train station, my teacher once again shattered my thoughts with his loud, piercing voice.

"Okay, class. Tomorrow we will have a test on the war of 1763. Make sure not to be late. That means you, Mr. Brunner."

The class snickered as a whole. I glanced at Matt to see his reaction, but all he did was wink at me. Chuckling to myself, I packed my things into my bag and walked through the sea of little kids to the door that leads to freedom. The sunlight shone on the dry, dead grass, causing it to look golden, and the orange leaves on the trees glow like candles. The smell of fresh bread floated through the air, and it was so strong that I could almost taste the seasonings.

I stood there, breathing in the fall air, and tried to soak at the moment. Across the field, younger boys were playing with an old ball; older girls were walking down the dusty old path that went to town. They did this every day, yet something felt off.

I pushed that thought away as my best friends walked towards where I was standing. Mathew Brunner and Philip Taylor. We had all been friends since we were only starting to walk. That says a lot because now we were 14, nearing 15.

Matt is taller than both Philip and me. Though, not by much. He had thick blond hair, dark blue eyes, and was thin.

Philip was almost the complete opposite with his dark curly hair, brown eyes, and roughly half a head shorter than Matt. But like Matt, he was also pretty thin. That was most likely because he had five younger siblings, so there wasn't always enough food to go around.

"Thinkin' 'bout Estelle agin'?" Philip teased.

"Hm? Wait! What? NO!" I huffed. They wouldn't take that as an acceptable answer. "No, I wasn't."

Matt said, "He wasn't thinking about her. He was thinking about when he needs to start building their home." He put his arm around my shoulders and said very seriously, "I can give you advice for that, my friend. Start now so that by the time you have ten kids, everyone will fit."

They burst out laughing. I just rolled my eyes. They had been doing this for multiple years. Ever since the day that Estelle Davis came to our little frontier town. I made the simple mistake of saying she was pretty, and they had taken it as a chance to make fun.

We walked together to the cafe, where we all bought some bread for our families. "Thank you, Ms. Grace!"

"You are certainly welcome." She slipped a cookie into each of our bags. "Shh. A little treat for you boys."

'Man, Ms. Grace is the nicest old lady in town.' I thought to myself as I scoffed down my gingersnap cookie. We headed down the dusty old street, careful to not get run over by any of the horses and buggies, to the general store. Thank goodness Philip's younger siblings weren't there. There was a generous, new supply of colorful candy that made my mouth water. After debating if we should get one, we went to get what we needed.

I picked up a bag of flour. "Wow, the flour price is $2?!"

"What?" Matt poked his head around the corner of the aisle.

"Philip, come look at this."

I held the bag out to him. It took him a second to find the tag, and when he did, his brown eyes grew big. "There go my hopes of buyin' somethin' extra." He handed me back the bag and grabbed one for himself.

BANG

All three of us jumped at the sound of the gunshot. We dropped our groceries and ran outside. We weren't the only ones. All around us, people were coming out of buildings and stores. Then I spotted him. Could it be? All the air in my lungs was suddenly gone. I sprinted to the man on the ground in the middle of the road.

"Pa!" I screamed, tears pooling in my eyes.

My father was on the ground, a red circle quickly forming on his stomach. His eyes were unfocused. "Charlie? Is that you, son?"

I looked around to see if I could find the person who had done this to my father. He stood at the end of the road, wearing a white cloak with crimson red stains. In the man's left hand, he held a pistol. The mysterious man looked me right in the eyes and then vanished into thin air.

#That’s it #hope you liked it! #cuase I’m still not sure what to think about it #Also #I cant edit sooo #Yeah

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continued from here with @strongestavengerbruce:

“Honestly, I’m wondering whether I should give up on being a science person and do the same.” Bruce admitted. It was no secret the scientific research into the dome and its properties was proving useless. Seemingly there was no way to understand it, which meant there was no way to figure out how they might bring it down. If people like Doctor Strange couldn’t have any affect, then what hope did he have, really? Magic felt like a far better tool than his lab equipment. “I hope so.” He said quietly, despite knowing Matt really was right. any help he could offer in that respect would be very much appreciated. “I think a little figurative light could go a long way right now.”

Laughing quietly at the suggestion, he wondered whether maybe he was just a watered down version of Tony. Hiding behind logic and weak protests so that he could deny any responsibility when things finally did go wrong. Smiling, momentarily forgetting Matt couldn’t read his expression, it took him a moment to show his appreciation of the gesture. Not many people offered to help both himself and the Other Guy. Most people liked to pretend the Other Guy didn’t exist. “That… actually means a lot.” He admitted, unsure how to put into words that the sentiment had touched him. “If either of us need help… I guess I know who to call.” Laughing at the idea of still having a lawyer, he tapped his fingers against his mug. The thought was endlessly amusing to him. “Tony has taken on the role of my legal protection. Well- I guess his legal team have. But honestly, they help because they’re paid to. It’s comforting to know there’s somebody out there who genuinely cares…”

Even if Matt was still a stranger, somebody he didn’t know well yet, it mattered to him. It mattered an awful lot. Feeling the atmosphere change again when the conversation turned back to the woman he loved and her family, his smile faded. He could hear how much Matt cared, he recognised the same tired resignation in his voice when talking about the troubles they faced together. “I guess I do, yeah.” He agreed, chewing on his bottom lip as he thought about everything he had been through with Betty. “I’m sorry things are difficult…”

Matt couldn’t help but let out a huff of air and shake his head a bit when Bruce mentioned giving up on being a scientist throughout all this because of their lack of progress. “Right before all this with the dome, I considered giving up being a lawyer because I felt like I couldn’t make a difference with anything I did, so I get it, I do. I also know that people are grateful for what you have given them. You’ve all saved a lot of lives with your work. It might not feel like it, but you have. I’m going to assume I’m one of them, so thank you,” he told him. “I’ll leave the literal light to everyone else, but I appreciate the figurative one.”

Matt smiled and sipped from his mug while Bruce thought over what he said. “Are you nodding right now?” he teased. “I feel like you are nodding,” he grinned at him. Sometimes, being a little crazy was the only way to get things accomplished. 

“I mean it,” Matt assured Bruce. From the sounds of it, not a lot of people offered him help. He nodded when Tony’s legal team was explained, “Money can only get you so far. I know you’ll have unique challenges and I want you to know that I’d do what I can to help you both. I’m good at reading people. You’re good men. If Hulk really was the monster Ross described to me, I’d be dead. I’ll help fight whoever needs fought to help other people see that side of him so you both can have time to settle down without looking over your shoulder,” he told him.

Matt shook his head at Bruce’s apology. “Not your doing,” he sighed. “Just a grumpy old man who was stuck in his ways and refused to believe he could ever be wrong about anything. Or anyone,” he shook his head. “I hope things get better for you and yours,” he offered. “Speaking of her, I should go,” he told him. “I’m really glad I stopped by here though. I always wondered what happened with you two and it is comforting to know that you are doing better.” He put down his empty mug and grabbed up his cane. He wasn’t sure of Bruce was much of a toucher, so he patted his shoulder before he left and gave it a squeeze. “Take care, you two,” he smiled before heading out of the mansion.

#Fallout #strongestavengerbruce #Strings of Fate #(el fin)

[ververa]

Just friends...

"Monkey"

@spicyrice20 I'm not sure if that's what you wanted, but I hope you enjoy this!

Wilhemina Venable x Fem!reader

Being with Wilhemina was like living in a constant confusion. She was either too possessive or cold as ice. She often left you puzzled especially when it came to your relationship.

It's been almost 6 months since the two of you started dating, but you still had to keep it secret for Mina's sake. She didn't want people to know about you. Why? That's the question you asked yourself and her many times. Though you had never got a real and sufficient answer.

She was just like that and you couldn't change it. You didn't want to even try. Why would you? You fell in love with a strong, independent woman, who knew what she wanted. She used to want you, but it didn't feel like that any more.

You're done trying to convince her. You're done trying to make her show any kind of affection in front of people. It's not like you wanted them to know the details of your relationship. The only thing you wanted was for them to know that you're taken. That she's taken. And you belong to each other. But apparently she didn't care.

You never planned to do anything about it. At least your sober self didn't, but it changed as you had a bit too much of alcohol.

It was at one of the parties that your cousin and his friend had organised at the company. Wilhemina kept her distance, but you could feel her eyes on you. But, you're too pissed off to care. You drank with Matt and Jeff and even had some drugs. It all worked on you quite fast and soon you're drunk more than ever before. But did she care? She hadn't even say a word to you at that party.

You wanted to somehow release all the negative emotions. Though you knew when enough was enough. So as you felt more dizzy than you should you stopped drinking. You excused yourself and went out to the balcony, hoping that fresh air could help you. That's when an unknown guy approached you. It's not only him, as Wilhemina came after you at the very same time.

"Y/N, did you drink with them?"

"Maybe..." you answered proud of yourself

You could see the sight of disgust in her eyes.

"I did, so what?"

Venable looked at you surprised. And that's when the man hit on you unexpectedly.

"Are you two together or...?"

Your drunk mind at once remembered how Wilhemina asked the same question said you're only friends. You're not only drunk, but also mad, not very good mix. And you're not going to just forget about your feelings.

You looked at Mina, then back at the man. You smiled mischievously and said

"No. We're just friends, right Mina?"

Wilhemina's eyes widened. She looked at you and her jaw clenched just like her fists when the man came closer to you.

"So, maybe you'd like to join us? Well actually you both can go" he winked at Venable

It was hard to say whether she was more embarrassed or angry. It was probably a compilation if both and you already knew that, when she slowly moved towards the man. The sound of her came echoing all around - already signaling who got the power. She stopped, her cane hitting the floor for the last time, before she spoke up.

"She's with me. And she's MINE" she accented the last word making your body shiver "So you had better get out of my face before I make you regret coming here"

The guy looked at you, but you said nothing. You're too busy anticipating what was to come next. The stranger went back inside leaving you with furious Wilhemina.

"We're going back home" she said in such a strict tone that nobody who's mentally stable would dare to disobey, but you're drunk.

"Why? The best part is going to start now" you complained

"You had enough. We're leaving now!" she said already moving towards the door

"No"

"What?" she stopped, but didn't turn back

"I'm not going anywhere"

"Y/N, I swear..." she clenched both hands on her cane "Unless you want to win yourself the worst punishment ever, you better move. Now."

You gulped. She had never been that made before. Not at you at least.

You slowly moved towards the door, but stop right beside her. You waited for Wilhemina to go fist, but she didn't move. You looked down, the silence was unbearable.

"Actually" she started "I changed my mind"

"W-what?"

"Take off your panties" she ordered

"B-but..."

"But what? You wanted everyone to know we're together, didn't you, darling?"

"I... I did, but..."

"Then do as you're told before I change my mind and will punish you"

You hesitantly took off your panties and looked at Venable, who smiled mischievously.

"You know the rules, right? You're only to refer to me as Ms Venable and you're not allowed to cum until I say so. Understood?"

You nodded

"I can't hear you"

"Y-yes, Ms Venable"

"Good. Now I'm going to show you who do you belong to, because it seems that you have forgotten"

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#wilhelmina venable #wilhemina venable x reader #ahs #ahs imagine

[pomegranate-belle]

prompt if you wanna: someone starts hitting on foggy, go matt gets into a Mode™ and warns the person off, but they double down and start hitting on him harder just to spite our resident sadboy

I’m not sure if this is exaaaactly what you were looking for, but your prompt reminded me of the loose idea I had for introducing Elektra into the Gwenverse; that is, as Foggy’s college ex instead of Matt’s. And then when I was writing, this exploded into like 3000 words and became very upsetting, so I’m sorry.

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Elektra Natchios made the hair on the back of Matt’s neck stand on end. He wasn’t scared of her — he wasn’t scared of anything — but he knew instinctively that she was more than the mean-spirited little debutante she pretended to be. Beneath her flowery, expensive perfumes, she smelled like blood and steel. Which made it all the more baffling and all the more irritating that she latched on to Foggy immediately after meeting him.

Thankfully, she made the mistake of calling him ‘Franklin’ and irrevocably soured her first impression. And although that slip was one Foggy might otherwise be willing to forgive, Matt was happy to see he also had enough sense to be wary of Elektra’s motives.

“She just reminds me of the kinds of girls who’d ask me out in high school on a dare from their friends,” he admitted to Matt one night, without bitterness or shame. “Although since she’s a diplomat’s kid I guess it’s probably more likely this is Rosalind’s doing.”

Rosalind. Foggy’s birth mother. A cutthroat attorney with her fingers in all sorts of pies. It was something Matt hadn’t considered — a reasonable explanation, he supposed, except that Elektra moved like a killer. Still, it would make a good excuse to keep Foggy out of Elektra’s claws while Matt figured out who she really worked for.

“Better not to risk it,” Matt said with a shrug. “Plenty of other fish in the sea. That’s a thing people say, right?”

The words coaxed a laugh from Foggy’s mouth.

“Maybe for you, buddy. I don’t exactly have prospects banging down my door. And she is extremely hot...” After a long pause, Foggy sighed, falling back onto his bed with a thump. “Ehh, I’m not gross enough to test if she’d sleep with me just to keep up the ruse, though. Come on, help me come up with something really mean to say to her to get her to back off, you’re scary good at stuff like that.”

It was nice, Matt thought to himself, to be appreciated for one’s talents, even the unimportant ones. He spent the next two hours concocting increasingly scathing brush-offs for Foggy to use on Elektra. Foggy sounded conflicted but impressed at every one.

—

“Foggy!” Elektra greeted brightly — then, less so. “Matthew.”

Foggy took a deep breath the way he always did when he needed to gather his courage. Matt shifted closer so their shoulders brushed; casual contact usually seemed to help, when it came to Foggy, and this time was no different.

“What do you want, Elektra?” Foggy asked sharply, and Matt was reminded with a little shiver of Foggy’s cold tone during mock debates.

“I thought we could go get a drink tonight,” Elektra replied, and Matt’s hands clenched into fists at the sound of her running her fingers up Foggy’s arm. “Maybe some dinner? I know this lovely little place with a view of the whole city. I’ll even be a gentleman and pay.”

It was the kind of joke Matt knew Foggy normally found funny. But he didn’t laugh, just shook Elektra off. The movement jostled Matt too but he hardly minded.

“Stop it!” Foggy snapped.

“Pardon?” asked Elektra, and her tone went a little icy.

“Look,” said Foggy, and he was practically shaking he was so upset, “I don’t know what you’re really after and I don’t care, but you’re a really shitty actress, ok? You’re clearly about as real as a three dollar bill and I’m not gonna date you. So buzz off.”

For once, Elektra didn’t have a smart remark to make. Her heartbeat even stumbled a little in surprise. She walked off without a word, and after he finished hyperventilating, Foggy spent the next fifteen minutes crowing about the dumbstruck look on her face. All in all it was a wonderful afternoon.

—

But Elektra didn’t give up. In fact, Foggy’s rejection only seemed to make her more determined. She appeared everywhere they went — parties, classes, study sessions. No matter how either of them told her off, she continued to crop up like a bad penny. And she... Adjusted. Slowly enough that it might seem natural to anyone who wasn’t as suspicious as Matt, she modulated her behavior around Foggy. Stopped with the horrible, saccharine attempts at seduction. Let herself be a little mean and rude, but with a softer, kinder layer underneath. Both were fake, in Matt’s expert opinion; a careful balancing act to make Elektra seem more genuine, more likable, and more like Matt. And the more he was around her, the more certain Matt became that he was the real target of her interest. She was working for the Hand, maybe, coming to check on him. Or their enemies. But either way, giving too much of a reaction would be dangerous — so Matt waited, and kept his thoughts to himself. Didn’t allow himself to respond to the way interest seeped into Foggy’s tone around Elektra, or the way she slowly and cautiously began to initiate physical contact. He tried to ignore the way Elektra subtly asked Foggy questions about him, or quietly egged him on whenever he mentioned Matt of his own accord — which was often. Matt let her gather information. She’d confront him on her own as soon as she thought she had what she needed.

—

And so she did. A month and a half after changing her strategy, once Foggy had absorbed her into their friend group against Matt’s advice, she followed Matt to Fogwell’s. He let her, because the sneaking around was frankly beginning to annoy him.

“At last,” he mused lightly, whirling around in time to catch her wrist before the blade in her hand could press against his throat, “your true colors are revealed.”

“Ooh. Very nice reflexes, Matthew.”

Matt squeezed her wrist until her weapon clattered to the floor.

“Why thank you. I think it’s time we talk, don’t you?”

Elektra lashed out with her leg, and Matt had to release her. She had the sense to keep her distance afterwards, instead of pressing the attack. Matt took the time to pick up his cane.

“Hmmm, and what should we talk about, I wonder? Me? Or is the anger in your voice about Franklin?”

Matt’s hands clenched tighter around his cane. He had about eleven different things he wanted to spit at her, but for the moment he kept his peace.

“You look like a wet cat, Matthew,” she continued to needle. “Have I struck a nerve?”

“I’m warning you,” Matt told her. “I don’t take kindly to people meddling in my affairs. I can appreciate subterfuge as much as the next person, but the jig is up, as they say. I might not know why, or who, but I know someone sent you here for me. You might as well come clean.”

Elektra just laughed her pretty, irritating little rich girl laugh.

“Oh my, you really are a piece of work, aren’t you? When they told me you were Stick’s apprentice once upon a time, I really didn’t expect... This.”

Hearing Stick’s name rankled Matt worse than her mocking about Foggy.

“Who sent you?” he demanded.

Elektra laughed.

“You couldn’t guess? The Chaste did. And it only took me a second to pick out your ridiculous little friend as the weak link. At first I thought I’d just use him to get access to you,” she mused, “but now? Now I’m having fun watching you squirm. I’m going to do everything I can to take your little boytoy away from you, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”

Matt smiled in a way he knew frightened people, and flicked the blade in his cane up out of its sheath an inch or two.

“Au contraire, Miss Natchios,” he said. “I could kill you.”

“But you won’t, Matthew.”

She sounded very sure. More sure than Matt was.

“And why is that?” he asked her.

“Because right now a living Chaste agent is more useful to you than a dead one. You’re like me, Matthew. You get terribly bored by all this.” There was a swish of air as she waved her hand around as if to encompass the world. “Isn’t it nice to not have to pretend with someone? And besides... If you kill me here, you’ll have no way to figure out what my side is really up to.”

She had a point. Matt was still more curious than annoyed, if just barely so. And if the Chaste was going to attempt to increase their presence in the city it would behoove him to know about it as soon as possible. Damn.

“Just don’t push your luck,” Matt snapped.

When Elektra replied, he could all but hear the grin in her voice.

“Now where’s the fun in that?”

And so, despite the modicum of sense that told Matt he should just slit Elektra’s throat and be done with it, their game of cat and mouse continued. They picked fights with one another more openly, more frequently. Matt could tell Elektra enjoyed it, and... Maybe he enjoyed it too. As much as he didn’t like to admit it, there was something new and interesting about living this mundane life alongside someone with the same dark secrets as him.

But that didn’t mean she let up on her determination to take Foggy from him. Every day, despite all the sense he spoke to his roommate when they were alone, Matt lost ground with Foggy to Elektra. But he knew the more emotion he let her see, the further she’d push the envelope. He had to stay placid. Detached. Cold and calculating and unfeeling.

—

Despite Matt’s intention to stay calm, he very nearly flew off the handle the afternoon he returned to the dorm and caught them kissing. Not his finest moment. Foggy, peacekeeper that he was, asked Elektra to give him and Matt some time to talk. She agreed, smacked a particularly loud peck against Foggy’s cheek for Matt’s benefit, and flounced off smugly. There were a few minutes of silence as Foggy gathered what he wanted to say, and Matt spent them seething.

“You’re still my best friend, you know,” Foggy said at last. “Me and Elektra, that doesn’t change this.”

“She’s not a good person, Foggy,” insisted Matt, and he couldn’t quite hold back the frustration bubbling through his veins that the one time he was telling the truth Foggy wouldn’t believe him.

“I know it seems like that, Matt, but Elektra and I talked and I think we were wrong about her. I... I think maybe she really does like me,��� Foggy offered, and his voice went so hopeful and shy that Matt had to dig his nails into his palms to keep from grabbing the laptop off his desk and shattering it against the wall.

His patience had worn out. Something had to be done about Elektra, he vowed. Soon.

—

It was like she knew what he was planning. It took another month to corner her. By then, Foggy had fallen for her con hook, line, and sinker and Matt’s frayed nerves were beginning to take a slight but unacceptable toll on his schoolwork. Foggy had also dragged Matt out shopping to buy a silk scarf to gift to Elektra; crimson, Foggy had explained, because a flashy, beautiful color like that suited her. Never mind that she had enough money to buy anything her heart desired— Foggy was in love. Matt was torn between wanting to puke and wanting to shatter something.

This time, he was the one to follow her to Fogwell’s. It was past two in the morning, and she moved slow enough that he never lost her even though he deigned not to take to the rooftops for speed. Which made it feel like a trap, but Matt could tell they were alone, and Fogwell’s was his home turf so he had the advantage anyway.

She knew he had followed her, so he didn’t bother to sneak up on her or offer a greeting.

“Why now?” he asked instead, a little curious despite himself.

“I figured I really should work on my actual mission at some point,” Elektra said. “And you seemed like you were reaching a breaking point.”

“Ah,” Matt said. “So now we fight to the death, is that it?”

Elektra took two slow steps to the right, and Matt turned his body to follow the sound.

“We don’t have to, you know,” she told him, and sounded almost soft. “They asked me to bring you back to us if I could. You could be one of us, Matthew. Walk away from this ridiculous act. Walk away from the Hand.”

Which was senseless on its face. Matt had everything he needed. Power, control. A good life. The Chaste and the Hand were two sides of the same coin — Elektra’s people wouldn’t be able to give him anything new. Stick had been one of their best and the Hand had cut him down like an animal. No, Matt was satisfied where he was. On the winning side. Switching allegiances would buy him nothing but new masters to learn to accommodate.

“I’m happy where I’m at, thank you,” he said with as much amusement as he could muster when the words tasted like ash in his mouth.

“Liar,” Elektra retorted.

But Matt ignored her to slip off his shoes and socks. It was more pleasant to fight that way, when he could feel every vibration and movement running up through the soles of his feet. And it reminded him of the dojos in Japan, one of the few pleasant sensory memories in Matt’s life. He could almost smell the tatami if he tried. And taste the blood in his mouth. Those were the things on his mind when he and Elektra began to fight.

“I’ve been waiting for this,” she told him as they traded blows, a breathless admission. “To see you really let loose. You could do this all the time if you joined us.”

She was still at it, still trying to get him to shift his allegiance. Well, two could play at that game.

“You think we’re so alike,” Matt said, grinning as he hit his stride, as the fight moved into something closer to a dance. “And we are. But that goes both ways, Elektra. There’s a darkness in you that all the Chaste’s sanctimonious brainwashing can’t stamp out. You’re not better than me. You’re not more righteous than me. We’re both just killers.”

And with those words, Matt was exactly where he wanted to be. By the switches whose placement he’d had memorized since a time when he could still see them. He hit the lights, and they flicked out with a crack of electricity. Then there was nothing but himself and Elektra, together in the darkness. No ambient buzz to cover the way Elektra’s heart began to pound, the way her breaths shortened, the silken swish of her hair as she tried in vain to spot him among the shadows.

It took just a little too long for her eyes to adjust, and Matt took ruthless advantage. To Elektra’s credit, she did manage a cut to his arm — with a thin blade, a sai, maybe, from the way she flipped it in her hand. But it wasn’t enough. It took Matt just minutes to knock her weapons away and pin her to the floor with his foot on her neck.

“I’ll make you a deal, Elektra Natchios,” he said, grinding his heel harder against her throat. “I’ll let you live — in fact, I’m such a swell guy I won’t even tell the Hand you were ever here. And in exchange, you’re going to take your talons out of Nelson.”

Point made, Matt removed his foot to let Elektra speak.

“How do you mean?” she rasped, and wisely didn’t try to attack him again.

Matt grinned.

“I’m glad you asked. You’re going to break things off with him. You’re going to make him hate you — so much that once you’re gone he won’t think of you again.”

Matt was going to keep Foggy around for the foreseeable future — and he didn’t want to hear about Elektra during any of it.

“Why do you want him so badly, Matthew?” she spat. “What’s so special about him? At least tell me that much.”

Matt shrugged, still smiling a shark’s smile.

“I have plans for him. That’s all you need to know. Now, do we have a deal?”

He held out a hand. Elektra shook it.

—

Matt listened, head tipped back against the wall of the dorm building, while two storeys above Elektra broke Foggy’s heart. It wasn’t as satisfying as he’d thought it would be. She was flat and cold and didn’t flinch, and Matt could hear every pathetic sniffle Foggy tried to hide. She finished with a particularly uncalled-for comment about Foggy’s weight, and slammed the door on her way out. Matt tilted his head to focus on the click of Elektra’s heels on the stairs, but kept getting distracted by the salt smell of Foggy’s tears. A single drop of something wet streaked down Matt’s face and he scrubbed it away with the heel of his palm, irritated. It hadn’t rained since morning, why the hell were the trees still dripping rainwater?

He set the thought aside as the door to the building opened and Elektra stepped out.

“Satisfied?” she asked over her shoulder, not even pausing as she strode away into the night.

“Immensely,” Matt replied. “But I’d be out of the city before sunrise, if I were you. Just to be safe.”

Elektra’s pace didn’t quicken, and neither did her heartbeat, but Matt thought they understood one another. It was only a few minutes until she was out of range of his perception. Once she was well and truly gone, Matt took a slow loop around the outside of the dorm building, whistling to himself, before he made his way back to his and Foggy’s room. He knocked lightly at the door before letting himself in.

“Hey, Matt,” Foggy greeted, trying and failing to sound cheerful. “Welcome home, buddy.”

He was sitting on his bed, rubbing fabric between his hands. Silk. The scarf he’d bought for Elektra, the gift he was going to give her. Matt wasn’t sure whether or not to be relieved she hadn’t taken it.

“What...” Matt’s throat went suddenly and horribly tight; he had to swallow a few times before he could speak again. “Did something happen? What’s wrong?”

It was Foggy’s turn to clear his throat.

“Uh. Elektra—” His voice cracked. “Um. She broke up with me. I... I guess, um. She really was dating me because of Rosalind but... She, uh, got. Got sick of me.”

The smell of salt thickened in the air again, and there was a sudden, sharp pain in the area of Matt’s heart. He rubbed his chest idly.

“Foggy, I’m sorry.”

He received a bitter laugh in response.

“No, Matt, this isn’t... You tried to warn me. I should have trusted you.” Foggy sighed, letting the silk scarf slip through his fingers; it hit the floor with a near-silent swish. “You know, I just thought... I thought maybe somebody out there really did want me for me. Guess I won’t make that mistake again.”

Elektra had been entirely too much trouble, but in the end she’d broken first. And that had pushed Foggy further into Matt’s clutches. All was well that ended well. The more implicitly Foggy trusted Matt’s judgment, the easier he’d be to manipulate.

And yet, as Matt sat down next to Foggy and squeezed his shoulder comfortingly, his stomach churned with nausea. It was the perfect moment to say something endearing and manipulative — you’ll always have me, Matt thought firmly, say you’ll always have me. But the words wouldn’t come. Instead he just sat there, uselessly, and let Foggy collect the pieces of his broken heart himself.

#thanks for the ask! #writing #spider verse 2 daredevil boogaloo #matt murderdock #mattfoggy #kind of?? agsgdfd god this is so problematique #DA nelson does not deserve this shit