#clay x matt

[winchestergirl2]

October Reading Recs

To show some love and appreciation to all the amazing writers here on tumblr, here are all the fantastic fics I've read this month. 💖

Many of these fics and blogs are 18+ only, and NSFW please heed the author's individual fic warnings and requests regarding no minors. I am not responsible for your media consumption.

2023 Reading Recs List

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

The One That Got Away Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | @pink-sparkly-witch

Authors Summary: Childhood sweethearts, Dean and Y/N, are very much in love with each other. When she accepts a full scholarship to an out-of-state college, she finally gets to leave behind her traumatic childhood and abusive father, but it means leaving Dean behind too.

Over a decade later, Y/N returns to Lawrence, Kansas, and finally tries to heal the only wounds she has left… the psychological and emotional scars her father gave her and the heartbreak she endured by Dean Winchester, the one that got away.

Smoke Eater Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | @zepskies

Authors Summary: Dean Winchester is the cocky, but well-respected Lieutenant at Firehouse 25. He leads by example, but he’s also known to break a few hearts. He’s starting to crave something he’s never had, though. Something stable. Something real. 

That’s when he meets you, on a truly terrible day, trapped in a rickety old elevator.   

Escape Chapter 66 | Chapter 67 | Chapter 68 | @soaringeag1e

Authors Summary: A serial killer is reeking havoc around Lawrence, Kansas, and Detective Dean Winchester is getting really sick of finding more and more bodies. But one day, he gets a call about another victim. But instead of the location of another body, he gets news that this one escaped the hell of this mans actions.

Massages And More @miss-madness67

Authors Summary: Dean really likes your massage.

Meant To Be Mine @negans-lucille-tblr

Authors Summary: A mix up leads to life changing consequences. 

Sam Winchester

Yellow @idreamofhazel

Authors Summary: I listened to Yellow by Coldplay and got inspired. 

Untitled Sam Winchester Drabble @supernaturalfreewill

Relax @imagineteamfreewill

Authors Summary: It’s almost the end of the semester and your schedule is jam-packed, leaving you stressed, overwhelmed, and overtired. Thankfully, Sam Winchester is the best at helping you relax.

Family Friends and Loved Ones @waywardxwords

Authors Summary: You make it home for Thanksgiving to see your family again, bringing Sam and Dean with you.

The Boys

Soldier Boy

New Blood @wayward-dreamer

Authors Summary: The executives at Vought American are enamoured by the new supe at the annual shareholders party, hoping to make her a new addition to Payback. Soldier Boy isn't pleased with the idea, as he's the only one who gets to decide who joins his team. He tells her this fact, and braces himself for a fight, but gets something much better out of their encounter.

Friday the 13th

Clay Miller

Flyers @plus-size-reader

Authors Summary: Going out with Clay to help look for Whitney and bonding with him in a way that you never have before

Friday The 13th (2009) @bored-writer101

Authors Summary: You are Clay Miller’s girlfriend. He’s taken you to the middle of bumfuck nowhere, looking for his sister, Whitney. She’s been missing for a month and a half after she went on a camping trip with some friends. You and Clay are determined to find her, but there is a hockey masked killer who is waiting in the woods for you.

Big Sky

Beau Arlen

Wonderwall @deanbrainrotwritings

Authors Summary: teasing beau during work and leaving without finishing. when he gets home he wants to pick up where they left off.

Only Ever Holding Onto You Part 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | @thebiggerbear

Authors Summary: When Beau Arlen called and asked Y/N to join him at the Lewis & Clark County Sheriff's Department, she knew she should have turned him down. Sure, he made a great case for her relocation, but it was the sound of his voice that had her put in for an immediate transfer. After all, he was worried and needed her; how could she say no? Yet, the more time she spends in Big Sky Country, the more Y/N wonders if she should have stayed in Houston.

Untitled Beau Arlen Drabble @smellingofpoetry

Montana Stars @spnbaby-67

Authors Summary Just cute one shot between Beau Arlen and his girl, Y/N.

Chicago Fire

Matt Casey

Better late than never @deanstead

Authors Summary: After witnessing Y/N’s interaction with Connor, Matt finally decides to tell her how he feels

Imagine: Seeing Matt at Molly's after returning to Chicago @deanstead

Untitled Matt Casey Drabble @deanstead

Authors Summary: Matt surprising his wife with a puppy

Ten Inch Hero

Boaz Priestly

Movie Night To Remember @daughterofcain-67

Authors Summary: In honor of spooky season, The Beach City Grill is throwing a Horror movie night event by putting on the movie Scream! The employees are excited, and so are some of the regulars. Your friends, Piper, Jen and Tish invite you to come because she knows you're another regular at the grill. But the thing is, you hate scary movies, crime shows or anything dealing with blood. Which will be scarier? Actually watching this movie, or embarrassing yourself in front of a guy you like?

The Body @deanbrainrotwritings

Authors Summary: tish dared priestly to wear a dress to work in exchange for a week off.

Smallville

Jason Teague

Assistant Hottie @zepskies

Authors Summary: Jason Teague, Assistant Football Coach, meets you in the faculty break lounge at Smallville High. He tries to kick you out, thinking you’re a student. Technically, you are. Turns out, you both go to the same university. 

#winchestergirl2 reads #winchestergirl2 recs #fic recs #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester fic #clay miller x reader #clay miller fic #beau arlen x reader #beau arlen fic #sam winchester fic #sam winchester x reader #matt casey x reader #matt casey fic #boaz priestly x reader #boaz priestly fic #priestly x reader #priestly fic #jason teague x reader #jason teague fic

[harlowcomehome]

Jack Harlow X Love is Blind: Louisville edition.

A/N: Based off the Netflix show “love is blind.” You enter pods with a divide between the rooms, you spend your days talking without physical attractive coming into play.

Thank you @gratefulformatcha for all your help.

Jack finished shoving what was left of his wardrobe into a metallic hard shell suitcase, wondering if he truly needed as much as he was taking.

“Am I in over my head? Is this crazy?” Jacks inner monologue was loud, but Urban knocking on the front door was louder.

Jack swung the front door open, and Urban quickly made himself at home heading to the kitchen before really saying much to Jack.

“Well hello to you too?” Jack scoffed, touchy because he was overwhelmed.

“You won’t need these groceries, so I thought you wouldn’t mind” Urban winked as he started taking things out of Jack's fridge to make an omelet.

Jack had finally committed to building a house of his own in Louisville and the finished product was beyond his wildest dreams. The porcelain tile that covered the ground was marbled and matte gray, and the walls a bright white with a lot of vintage chandelier pieces to match the aesthetic.

It was a huge house with a lot of bedrooms and Jack and his dog were the only ones who inhabited it, which got admittably lonely. So Urban and the rest of the crew were always here, hence why he was so comfortable.

Jack went to the bedroom to wheel his suitcases to the front door, three to be exact. Urban’s eyes opened wider than normal, “You don’t think that’s overkill?”

Jack laughed “They told me to come prepared for anything” he rubbed the back of his neck a telltale sign of his nerves. He was very evidently in his head, and beyond overwhelmed at the thought of this being an idiotic career decision.

“Are you sure you’re okay with staying here? I can ask my mom” Jack looked around the living room for his phone. When he found it he quickly ordered a car and shoved his phone into his pocket as he waited.

“I’m sure! I would rather be here than at my own house” Urban only said half-jokingly as he used Jack's glass cutting board to slice some bell peppers and mushrooms. He and his girlfriend were going through a rough patch but he didn’t want to bother Jack with the details especially when he was attempting to go find love.

It wasn’t long before Jack and Urban said their goodbyes, and with a thirty-minute drive to the set, Jack had a lot of time to think. He sent a few messages to his managers and his parents and Clay, knowing he was going to get his phone taken upon arrival.

Jack unloaded his suitcases and was met by a producer named Ardell. “Jack?” The smell of her pungent perfume hit him like an 18-wheeler, suppressing a cough before he held out a shaky hand to introduce himself.

Ardell smiled, shaking his hand and immediately set him up with the production team. They took his phone, had him sign some waivers, and sent him to the guy's portion of the set where he would be meeting fifteen other men.

Jack was the first one in the room, taking his time to examine everything as he ran his fingers against the green velvet of the billiards table. As the rest of the men entered the room his nerves subsided, and the conversations started to slowly flow, a few men were starstruck but were trying to be “cool about it.”

It wasn’t long until the two hosts of the show came in to explain how the process would work, that reality was setting in. They had given each cast member a gold chalice and a personalized notebook before giving them the night to socialize with one another.

••••

The next day started the long process of trying to establish a connection. Jack was confident in his personality shining through, he was just nervous about ending up with someone who couldn’t handle his lifestyle since he couldn’t exactly be truthful about that from the start.

Jack sat on the medium-sized couch that he was frankly too big for with his notebook in one hand and his golden chalice in the other.

When you entered the pod, you took a moment to take in the room you’d be spending the next couple hours in, hoping that you’d hit it off with your second date considering your first one wasn’t a hit.

“Hi, who am I talking to? My name is y/n” You got a blanket and took a seat on the couch, ready for the date to start.

“Hi, my name is Jack. How are you doing?” He slid down to the ground with his back to the couch, more comfortable that way.

“Jack! I’ll remember that. I’m doing fine! How’re you? Is that accent from the Ville’?” You giggled nervously immediately getting butterflies at his southern drawl. You had moved to Louisville a few years ago and could hear the heavy accent immediately.

“Born and raised! Where are you from?” He opened his notebook remembering he was supposed to be taking notes.

“I always have a hard time answering that. I grew up in a military family so I’m kind of from everywhere.”

“Well-traveled? I like that” The laugh that escaped him felt nice, you were easy to talk to. “Okay, but here’s the true test of my heart. How do you say Louisville?” Jack teased knowing immediately that you called it the Ville’ for a reason.

“No! You can’t do that to me!” You giggled, covering your face with embarrassment although he couldn’t see it.

Jack felt good talking to you but he didn’t want to get ahead of himself, knowing this process was as long as he wanted it to be. It wasn’t until the third hour of talking that you both realized it was getting late.

“I’ll see you tomorrow Jack?” You yawned, holding your blanket against your chest.

“Goodnight y/n” he hummed as the pod door shut behind him.

The next day you woke up eager to talk to Jack but when you entered the pods you could tell something was off by the sound of his voice.

“Hey y/n- I’m having a tough time” he was nervous and you waited for him to finish his thoughts.

“Are you thinking about leaving?” You couldn’t imagine what changed overnight, but you were trying to be understanding.

“I’m not sure, I’m excited to talk to you and I think this process just makes me nervous” he sat down in front of the divide between the two of you.

“I’m nervous too, but what if I told you that was normal?” You sighed, hoping he’d stay.

Jack wanted to continue talking to you but his anxiety took over leaving immediately without a word.

“Jack?”

You waited for a response, only to be told by a producer that he was gone.

“Gone? As in he left the room or left the experience?” You were stunned and worried about what could have gone wrong in less than 24 hours.

As you were gathering your things, Jack walked back in the room, ready to continue the date.

“I’m sorry I just needed a minute, where were we?” It was then that you knew exactly who he was but chose not to say anything at all.

#Jack Harlow #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow imagines #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow concepts #Jack Harlow fanfic

[silentkimiya]

I just really loved his outdoor photo-shoot, so I just can't help but share these photos with you <3 Ramos, Dragon Engine from Magic: the Gathering. One of the biggest sculptures I've worked on! 🐉 Made of air-dry clay, painted with acrylic paints and coated with a protective matte varnish. The sculpture was made to order. Dimensions: 31 x 55 x 23 cm = 12.2 x 21.7 x 9.1 inches (length x wingspan x height).

#silentkimiya #sculpture #sculpture art #handmade #figurine #figure #outdoors #street art #statue #statuette #art #ooak #dragon #dragon art #dragon oc #ramos #magic #magic the gathering #mtg #mtg art #wow #ooakartist

[loveroftoomanyfandoms]

Angel of God, My Guardian Dear Chapter 1: Matt

Rating: Explicit (18+, MINORS DNI)

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Story Summary: While speaking at a local school for visually impaired youth, Matt runs into his childhood best friend, with whom he lost touch almost 20 years prior.

Warnings/Tags: No real warnings thus far -- This is going to be a pretty angst-free fic.

Word Count: ~6,300

A/N: Welcome to Angel of God, My Guardian Dear! This started out as a 1-shot and quickly spiraled out of control, as my thirst for Matthew Michael Murdock could not be contained.

For the purpose of this story, Reader is Catholic and grew up at St. Agnes with Matt.

Title is from the Catholic prayer "Angel of God, my guardian dear, to whom God's love commits me here, ever this day be at my side, to light and guard, to rule and guide, Amen."

"All set to go to Lavelle?" 

Matt Murdock turned his head as his friend and business partner, Foggy Nelson, came into his office. "Yeah, just need to finish up here and I'll be on my way."

"It was really cool of them to ask you to come speak," Foggy added.

Matt nodded. "I hope I can help these kids realize that their disabilities don't define who they are and that they can be whoever and whatever they want to be, including lawyers."

Foggy huffed out a laugh. "Or crime-fighting vigilantes?"

Matt grinned. "Well actually, there's probably only room for one blind crime-fighting vigilante in this city, so I probably won't suggest that as a potential career path."

Foggy patted Matt on the shoulder. "You're a great speaker, I'm sure you'll motivate the heck out of those kids. Have a good time, dude."

"Thanks, Fog."

Matt grabbed his briefcase, headed outside, then hailed a cab.

"Alright, where we goin'?" The cabbie asked.

"The Bronx," Matt answered. "Lavelle School for the Blind."

The cabbie tapped on a screen, presumably putting the address into his GPS. "Alrighty, just sit tight and we should be there in about half an hour."

Matt sat back as the cab began to move.  Think of it like a jury, Karen had said when Matt had told her and Foggy about the opportunity over a couple of pints at Josie's a few weeks before. Just a younger, way more judgmental jury.

Matt had laughed. Not helping.

You'll do great.

He mentally practiced his speech during the ride and before he knew it, the cab was pulling up in front of the school.

"Thanks," Matt said as he paid the cabbie.

"No problem," the cabbie replied. "Enjoy the rest of your day."

"You too."

Matt headed inside.

Almost immediately, a somewhat familiar voice asked him, "Hi, may I help you?"

Matt turned towards the voice. "Hi, yes, my name is Matthew Murdock. I'm one of the speakers for today?"

"Ah, yes, Mr. Murdock, I'm Dr. Bowman, we spoke on the phone."

Matt nodded, now placing the voice. "Right, right."

"We'll be in the meeting hall, which is straight down this corridor. If you'll just come with me…"

Dr. Bowman led Matt down to the meeting hall. "We really appreciate you taking time out of your schedule to speak to our students," she said as they entered.

"It's really not a problem."

"The students and their parents will be starting to arrive in a while, but if you'd like we could have someone escort you around to the exhibitor tables once they're all set up."

"Yeah, maybe."

"We have a Braille program if you'd like one -- it lists all the speakers and exhibitors for today."

"Yeah, I'd love one."

"Okay, one second."

Dr. Bowman stepped away for a minute then returned, handing Matt a booklet printed on Braille paper. "Okay, here you go."

"Thanks." Matt pointed to a nearby table. "Is it okay if I sit over here?"

"Yes, of course. Just let us know if you need anything."

"Will do."

Matt sat at the table and began to read the program. Staff, sponsors, speakers, exhibitors…

He began to read the exhibitor list. American Council for the Blind, representative Ashley Prewitt. VISIONS, representative Clay Markham. NYC Mayor's Office for People with Disabilities, representative Barbara Franklin. Andrew Heiskell Braille and Talking Book Library, representative Y/F/N Y/L/N --

Matt froze and read it again. Could it really be the same Y/N?

Y/N, who at 8 years old had taken 9-year-old Matt, who had just arrived at the orphanage, by the hand and declared that she would be his friend. Y/N, who had giggled when Matt had asked her a few days later if she was an angel and replied, 'no, silly, I'm a girl!' . Y/N, who had been Matt's fiercest protector and had gotten into almost as many fights as Matt himself had. Y/N, who would stroke Matt's hair softly until he fell asleep on the nights when he would sneak into her room because all the stimuli flooding his senses became too overwhelming. Y/N, to whom Matt had taught Braille so they could pass secret notes to each other without anyone else being able to read them. Y/N, who 17-year-old Matt had held while she cried the day they found out that Y/N had been taken in by her long-lost aunt and would be leaving Saint Agnes… and him. 

Y/N, his own personal guardian angel, the one person in the world Matt could tell everything to… except the one thing he had wanted to tell her most of all.

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"I don't want you to leave," he admitted quietly as he and Y/N stood at the entrance to St. Agnes.

"I don't want to leave either," Y/N replied. "I wish you could at least come with me."

Matt chuckled wryly. He had overheard one of the nuns talking to Ms. Y/L/N earlier that morning, warning her about 'that Murdock boy' and telling her how it was best for Y/N to be separated from him 'before he gets her into trouble'. "I don't think your aunt would go for that."

"Then can we run away together instead? We could travel the world, just you and me on the epic best friend adventure that we've always dreamed of." 

God, Matt wanted to say yes. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with Y/N by his side, be it as his best friend or -- as he knew deep down in his heart -- something more.

However, Sister Bernadette had been right. Y/N really was an angel sent from on high who deserved all of the goodness in the world, and Matt… Well, Murdock boys had the devil in them.

He shook his head sadly. "Your aunt's waiting. You should go."

Y/N was quiet for a few moments. Finally, she said, "Before I go… I got you something."

She took Matt's hand and dropped a thin, wiry chain into his palm. "I saved up for six months to buy it from the church's gift shop. I was going to give it to you for your birthday, but…" She trailed off. "Anyway, think of me when you wear it, okay?"

Matt picked it up with his other hand. Attached to the chain was a small cross. 

He nodded. "I will. Thanks."

"I'll write to you, give you my aunt's address." Y/N pulled him into a tight hug then gave him a kiss on the cheek. "I'll miss you, Matty."

"I'll miss you too. Goodbye, angel."

Matt waited as half of his heart climbed into a cab and left, the note he had written to her the previous night still in his pocket.

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Matt mentally shook his head. Don't get your hopes up. It may not be her.

…But deep down he knew it had to be.

He stopped someone who was walking by. "Excuse me, can you tell me if the representative from the Heiskell Library is here yet?"

"Umm…" the woman paused as she turned towards the exhibitor tables. "Yeah, actually, it looks like she's talking with Dr. Bowman at the moment."

"Okay, thank you."

"No problem."

As the woman walked away, Matt turned his head so he could listen in on the conversation.

"...So glad you could be here," Dr. Bowman was saying. "We really appreciate you taking time to come out and speak with our students and their parents."

"It's no problem, Dr. Bowman," the other voice replied. "I'm always happy to promote the library's services."

Matt sucked in a breath. It *is* her. 

Even after all the years that had passed since he had last spent time with Y/N he had never forgotten the sound of her voice, the times he had sat listening to her read to him still among his favorite memories.

Y/N and Dr. Bowman were wrapping up their conversation, so Matt stood and headed over towards them.

Either Y/N didn't notice that Matt was behind her or Matt had misjudged the distance between them, but Y/N turned around and bumped into him.

"Oh my gosh, I am so sorry, sir, I--" Y/N gasped. "Wait, Matty?"

"It's just 'Matt' now, but yeah. Hi, angel." Matt was surprised at how easily his old nickname for Y/N slipped from his lips.

"Oh my God, hi!" Y/N wrapped her arms around him in a hug. "How are you? What are you doing here? Are you a teacher?"

Matt chuckled as he returned her embrace. "I'm well. I don't teach here, I'm actually one of the featured speakers."

"Oh, wow, that's wonderful."

"What about you? How have you been?"

"I'm well too, yeah. Oh my God, this is so crazy. Are you still in New York?"

Matt nodded. "Yeah, still in Hell's Kitchen. You know me, I'm loyal to my city. What about you?" 

"Yeah, Florida was okay, but New York is home. I'm actually in Midtown West now, so I'm not far." Y/N paused. "Hey, would you want to maybe grab dinner or a drink or something after this is done, and I dunno, like, catch up? It's totally fine if you can't, I just thought maybe --"

Matt quickly shook his head. "No, no, yeah, I'd love to."

"Great! I'll have to run back by the library to drop all of my stuff off but I can meet you wherever after that."

Matt thought for a moment. "You still like Italian?"

Y/N let out a light laugh. "Of course."

"Then how about Bellissima Italia, over on 9th and 44th? That's near there, right?"

"Yeah. Yeah, that sounds great."

"Will 6:00 work for you? I'll make a reservation."

"That would be perfect. Here, let me give you my number in case something unexpected comes up. It probably won't, but then again, this is New York -- you never know what kind of craziness is going to happen next."

Matt chuckled and pulled his phone out of his pocket. "That's very true."

He created a new contact and typed in Y/N's name, then added her number once Y/N recited it to him.

He hit the button to call her, hanging up after Y/N's phone began to buzz in her pocket. "There, now you have mine."

"Awesome. I have to get to my table, but I'll see you tonight?"

Matt nodded as the doors opened and people began to trickle in. "Yeah, definitely. See you tonight, Y/N." 

"Bye, Matt."

Wow, what are the odds? Matt thought as Y/N walked back over to her table. 

He pulled his phone back out and headed back into the hallway to make their reservation, then called Foggy.

"Yo, Matt, what's up?" Foggy said in greeting.

"Hey, Foggy, do you remember me telling you about Y/N back when we were in college?"

"Y/N, as in Y/N, your childhood friend from the orphanage who you talked about non-stop and are still hung up on 16 years later Y/N? 'The one that got away' Y/N? That Y/N?"

Matt chuckled. "Yeah, that Y/N. Well, I actually just ran into her. It turns out she's a librarian at the Heiskell Library and is here promoting their library services, so we made plans to have dinner and catch up after this is over."

"Oh, wow, that's actually really awesome, dude. You said she works at the Heiskell Library?" 

Matt could hear Foggy sit down at his desk and start typing on his computer keyboard. "Yeah."

After a moment, Foggy said, "Damn it."

"What is it?"

"I knew she was gonna be hot!"

Matt huffed out a laugh. "Did you seriously just Google her?"

"I wanted to see what she looks like! You're a hot woman magnet, so of course your old childhood friend is hot. Is she single? Because if you change your mind about her…"

Matt just chuckled. "Not gonna happen. If I even remotely still have a shot with Y/N, I'm taking it." 

"Eh, I was just kidding anyway. Good luck tonight, man. Hope she's everything you remember her being and more."

"Thanks, Fog. I'll talk to you later."

"'Kay. Bye, Matt."

Matt hung up and headed back inside, both excited and nervous to catch up with Y/N later that evening.

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Matt smoothed down his hair for what seemed like the tenth time as he arrived at the restaurant for his catch-up dinner with Y/N. 

He took a deep breath and headed inside.

"Buonasera," the seating host said. "Welcome to Bellissima Italia. How many in your party, sir?"

"Actually, I have a reservation for two at 6, under 'Murdock'," Matt replied. 

"Ah, yes, sir. Your companion's already arrived. Right this way."

Matt followed the seating host to where Y/N sat.

"Matt, you made it," Y/N said, standing and giving Matt a hug.

She had changed from the blouse and slacks she had worn earlier into a silk dress that hugged her form, and underneath the subtly floral perfume she wore was her familiar natural scent that had never failed to relax Matt when he was overwhelmed. Even now he could feel his nervous energy starting to calm.

He returned her embrace. "Hi."

"Joseph will be your server tonight," the host said as they sat. "If you need anything let us know."

"Thank you."

Matt folded up his cane and stuck it in his jacket pocket. "I hope you haven't had to wait long."

"No, I just got here a few minutes ago."

Their server walked up to their table. "Good evening, my name is Joseph and I'll be taking care of you. What can I get you to drink?"

"Can I get a glass of Pinot Grigio and a water?" Y/N said.

"Certainly, ma'am. And for you, sir?"

"I'll take a glass of Merlot and a water as well, thanks."

"Okay, certainly. I'll get that taken care of for you while you get a chance to look over the menu."

"Do you know what you want, or do you want me to read the menu to you?" Y/N asked as Joseph left.

"Actually if you don't mind telling me what's on the menu I'd really appreciate it," Matt replied. "I didn't get a chance to check it out before I came."

"No, it's not a problem at all." Y/N picked up her menu. "Let's see…"

Matt listened intently as Y/N quickly read the menu off to him. He nodded. "Okay, thanks. I think I know what I want."

A few moments later Joseph returned with their drinks. "Okay, here you are. And are we ready to order?"

Matt nodded. "I'm ready. Y/N, you want to go ahead?"

"Yes, I'd like the gnocchi in cream sauce, please," Y/N said. 

"Okay, and for you, sir?"

"I'll take the chicken parmigiana, thanks." Matt picked up his menu and handed it to Joseph.

"Okay, I'll put those in for you right away."

"Wow, I still can't believe this," Y/N said as Joseph left once again. "It's been, what, almost 20 years?"

Matt nodded with a grin. "Yeah, something like that. And even after all this time, you still look exactly the same."

Y/N laughed. "I'm glad to know that you haven't lost your sense of humor."

She took a sip of water. "So, catch me up on the past 20 years."

Matt shrugged. "Not much to tell. Left St. Agnes at 18, went to Columbia and got a law degree, opened my own practice with my college roommate, and that's about it." Except for the fact that I also became a crime-fighting vigilante, sent a mob boss to jail, and took down a secret organization of ninjas.

"Not married, no kids?"

Matt shook his head. "No, never found the right person." Because I already had found her but was too much of a coward to tell her how I felt before she left. "What about you? What have you been up to?"

"Finished high school in Florida, got my bachelor's degree in sociology, did my MLIS, and became a librarian. Did five years as a special services librarian in Florida, two in Indiana, then I managed to get on with the Heiskell Library and have been there ever since."

"No marriage or kids for you either?"

"No kids, almost got married once but it didn't work out. Wasn't anyone's fault, we just weren't right for each other."

Matt nodded. "How's your aunt?"

"Oh, she's fine. She's still in Florida so I talk to her every few days. Wait till I tell her I ran into you."

Matt gave a wry smile. "I dunno if she'll be happy about that. She didn't like me."

"What do you mean she didn't like you? She didn't even know you."

"She didn't have to. She had heard enough about me from Sister Bernadette to form an opinion."

"Ugh. Sister Bernadette. She did always seem to have it out for you."

Matt shrugged. "Well, in all fairness, I was kind of a troublemaker."

Y//N laughed. "Yeah, but I was usually right there with you in whatever trouble you were making, if not starting the trouble myself."

Matt grinned and took a sip of his wine. "You mean like the time we stole that bottle of Communion wine out of the church storeroom?"

Y/N laughed. "You know, that was the first thing I mentioned during confession after I started going to church in Florida. Seal of Confession or not, I wasn't about to confess to Father Reynolds about it."

Matt grinned. "Afraid of a harsher penance?"

"Yes! It was bad enough having to say five Acts of Contrition and three Our Fathers that time I punched Bobby Neyland in the face for tripping you in the hall. I had already gotten detention and I had to apologize to him, what more did they want?"

They were interrupted by Joseph bringing their dinners. "Alrighty, we have the gnocchi over here, and the chicken parmigiana here. Careful, those plates are hot. Is there anything else I can get you two?"

"No, I think we're fine," Y/N replied. "Matt?"

Matt shook his head. "We're good for now."

"Okay, let me know if you need anything else."

"Will do."

"Anyway," Y/N said, "we weren't always getting into trouble. Most of the time we were perfect little angels."

Matt chuckled. "I think your memory is faulty. You may have been an angel, but I certainly wasn't."

"We did have some good times together though, didn't we, Matty?"

Matt nodded, the quiet times he got to spend with Y/N floating through his mind. "Yeah, we certainly did."

The conversation continued to flow easily as Matt and Y/N reminisced about their childhood, and the next thing Matt knew dinner was over.

"Will that be one check or two?" Joseph asked as he cleared their plates.

"Just the one check, thanks," Matt said, handing Joseph his credit card before Y/N could protest.

"Next time, I'm paying," Y/N replied as Joseph went to go take care of the bill.

Matt grinned, thrilled that Y/N had even mentioned a 'next time'. "Deal."

He signed the check once Joseph returned for the last time, then unfolded his cane as he and Y/N stood. "May I walk you home?"

He could almost hear the smile in Y/N's voice as she replied. "Yeah. Yeah, I'd like that." 

Matt extended his arm. "Then shall we?"

They left the restaurant together, the ease and familiarity they once shared still there.

"So, what made you decide to become a librarian?" Matt asked as they headed towards Y/N's apartment building. "Last I knew you wanted to go out and save the world by becoming a big-time CEO of a Fortune 500 company."

Y/N huffed out a laugh. "Um, well, actually, it was you." 

Matt's eyebrows raised. "Me?"

"Yeah. When it was time to start thinking about college I spoke to my guidance counselor and told her about how my best friend was visually impaired and how I'd sit and read print books to him because there weren't any Braille or audiobooks in the orphanage where we grew up, and so she told me about how there were actually special library services for people with visual impairments and that maybe I should look into special services librarianship since I seemed called to that."

"And do you like it?"

"Yeah, more than anything. Like a lot of people might think that being a librarian is boring or an obsolete job, but you should talk to some of my patrons, Matt. They're all alone with no family or friends nearby, so listening to these audiobooks are the only things that they have to do all day. It's actually kind of heartbreaking."

Matt nodded with a soft smile. Y/N really was an angel.

"And I know I'm not like, saving lives or changing the world or anything," Y/N continued, "like by being a doctor or by helping innocent people who've been wrongfully accused of crimes like you and your partner, but I feel like I'm at least helping people in my own way, you know?"

Matt turned towards Y/N as they stopped at a crosswalk. "You think you haven't saved lives? 'Angel' wasn't just a nickname, sweetheart. You befriended a lonely, scared, angry little boy with absolutely zero fucks given as to what anyone else thought, and to this day I'm still so damn grateful for whatever made you see me and decide, 'Yes, that one. I want him as my best friend'."

Y/N let out a watery laugh. "Honestly, it wasn't a tough decision. I knew from the moment I saw you that you were going to be way cooler than everyone else."

Matt smiled softly. "You were my guardian angel, Y/N. I certainly wouldn't have made it without you."

He reached up and gently swiped his thumbs under her eyes, wiping away the tears that had collected there. "You okay?"

Y/N nodded. "Yeah."

Matt slipped his hand into Y/N's and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

They continued on their way to Y/N's apartment, Y/N seemingly as reluctant to let go of Matt's hand as he was to let go of hers.

"What about you?" Y/N asked. "What drew you to law?"

"I want to fight injustice and keep Hell's Kitchen safe, protect the people I care about," Matt said simply. "Going through the legal system seemed the best way to do that at the time."

"And now?"

"What?"

"You said 'at the time'. What's the best way now?"

Being Daredevil, Matt wanted to say. Protecting those I can't protect through the law. 

He shook his head. "I just know that everything's not as black-and-white with the legal system as I once thought."

"Yeah, I get that." Y/N slowed down as they reached her apartment building. "This is me."

Matt nodded. "I'm really glad we found each other again."

"I am too -- I've missed you so much, Matt. I tried to write to you after I moved but all of my letters came back 'return to sender'. Eventually I realized that they were returning my letters, but by that time it was too late, and it's not like I could just call up Sister Bernadette and ask for your forwarding address."

Matt shook his head. "I knew it. I knew something weird was going on. I could tell she was lying whenever I asked her if I had any mail from you."

"I still have them."

"The letters you wrote me?"

"Yeah, they're in a box in my closet."

"Can I read them?"

"Yeah, sure. You want me to go get them or do you want to come up for a drink and we can read them together?"

Matt nodded. "A drink would be nice." More time I can spend with you.

"Okay, then. Come on in."

Y/N led Matt through the lobby to the elevator and up to her apartment. "Make yourself at home," she said as she unlocked her door. "Living room is straight ahead, just mind the coffee table when you go around the couch to sit."

Matt sat while Y/N moved around her kitchen. "What's your preference?" Y/N asked. "I have wine, hard cider, amaretto, whiskey, rum…"

"Whiskey is fine. On the rocks."

He could hear Y/N adding ice to a couple of glasses then opening a couple of bottles, then smelled the scent of sweet & sour mix. "Let me guess. Amaretto sour for yourself?"

Y/N paused in her pouring. "How'd you know?"

"I can hear the difference in the shape of the bottles, and I can smell the sweet & sour."

"You're good." Y/N closed the bottles and put the sweet & sour mix back in her refrigerator. 

She handed Matt his glass before setting hers down on the coffee table. "Here you go. Give me just a second, I'll go grab the letters."

Matt took a sip of his whiskey as Y/N retreated to her bedroom.

She returned momentarily with a box. "Ok so remember, I was 16 when I started writing these, so don't judge me if they're cringy."

Matt chuckled. "I won't, I promise."

Y/N opened the box and handed him a manila envelope. "Here, start with this one. I'm pretty sure they're still in the order I wrote them."

Matt opened the envelope and pulled out a piece of Braille paper. "Can you still read Braille?" he asked.

"Yep, can still write in it too, although Braille printers make everything a lot easier these days."

Matt set the piece of paper on the coffee table and began to read aloud. 

"September 30, 2002

Dear Matty,

Just got settled in at Aunt Ruth's house. My bedroom here is as big as both of ours at St. Agnes combined. 

Hoping I can convince Aunt Ruth to let you come visit soon, maybe during Thanksgiving?

By the way, my address is 4685 Sandpiper Blvd., Miami, FL 33190.

Hope to hear from you soon,

Y/N"

Y/N snorted. "Yeah, 'I'm sure you'll be able to get away from the orphanage for a week or so to come hang out with your bestie in Florida!' Man, was I naive."

Matt shook his head. "You didn't know. Neither of us could've known that they'd actually try to keep us apart."

Y/N picked up the next envelope. "Here, I'll read the next one."

Matt nodded. "Okay."

"October 21, 2002," Y/N began.

Dear Matty,

I must've done something wrong with the postage on my first letter, because it came back marked return to sender. Adding double to make sure this gets to you.

Aunt Ruth wants me to join some after-school clubs, make some new friends. I don't want *new* friends, though. I just want you.

Speaking of making new friends, you know that song 'make new friends, but keep the old, one is silver and the other gold'?  Well, it's not true. You're way more precious to me than gold. You're more like… I don't know, the rarest and most precious substance on earth, whatever that may be.

Anyway, address is 4685 Sandpiper Blvd., Miami, FL 33190. Write me back!

Always,

Y/N"

Matt picked up the next envelope. "November 12, 2002.

Dear Matty,

Another letter came back return to sender. Don't quite know what I'm doing wrong, but hopefully this one reaches you!

School has been okay. Don't think I told you yet, but Aunt Ruth enrolled me in some fancy all-girls Catholic school. I'm really enjoying English class. We're reading The Crucible. Maybe next time we're together I'll read it to you. Think you'd like it.

Anyway, hope you're doing okay. I miss you.

Always,

Y/N"

Y/N laughed. "You know, my offer to read The Crucible to you still stands."

Matt grinned. "In that case I might have to take you up on it. You're still my favorite audiobook narrator."

He could hear the smile in Y/N's voice as she began to read her next letter. 

"January 10th, 2003.

Dear Matty (or is it just Matt now that you're the big 1-8?),

Happy birthday! I wish I could be there with you to celebrate. I wanted to surprise you and come visit, but Aunt Ruth said no. (Party pooper.)

I hope your day is amazing and that you get everything you wish for, because you deserve it! *Heart*

Miss you like crazy and I really hope to hear from you soon!

Always,

Y/N"

Matt shrugged. "My 18th birthday was fine, nothing overly special." I didn't get my wish, but now I know why.

He cleared his throat. "April 6, 2003.

Dear Matt,

I don't know if I did something wrong before I left and you're mad at me or if I'm just that inept at mailing a letter, but I just got a bunch of letters back unopened again. I really hope it's the latter because if it's the first, I don't know what I did but whatever it is, I'm sorry. Just please talk to me. I want my best friend back.

Y/N"

Matt's heart broke. Damn them. Damn them all to Hell for making Y/N think she could ever do something to make me not want her in my life. 

He finished his glass of whiskey before picking up the next letter.

"Want a refill?" Y/N asked.

Matt nodded. "Sure."

Y/N stood and went to make them each another drink while Matt read the next letter aloud.

"September 3, 2003

Dear Matt,

I don't even know why I'm still trying. You're 18 now, I'm sure you're not even at St. Agnes anymore. You're probably off to college and have made fancy new college friends, so even if this letter somehow reached you you probably wouldn't respond anyway, but I wanted to tell you goodbye anyway and to wish you good luck.

Y/N"

Matt's brow furrowed. "But there's more letters."

"Yeah." Y/N sounded hesitant as she set Matt's drink down on the table. "I never sent any of the rest though."

She picked up the next one. "December 9, 2003.

Dear Matt,

I'm sitting here in English class (well, not now since I'm writing this in Braille instead of standard print) and our bell assignment today was to write a letter to someone who is no longer in our lives. I'm sure the point is probably to write to someone who's dead, but whatever, I'll write to whomever the hell I want.

Aunt Ruth finally told me the truth: that St. Agnes had been returning your letters to me before you even got them. Needless to say, I'm furious. I don't understand why they would go to such lengths to keep us apart, or why Aunt Ruth would even agree to it.

I hope you don't think I never tried to get in touch with you, because the thought of you believing that I would just abandon you like that tears me up inside.

I miss you, Matt, and I hope you're doing well.

Y/N" 

Matt shook his head. "I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry, Y/N. I hate that you ever even had to think that I would ignore your letters."

Y/N reached over and gave his hand a squeeze. "It wasn't your fault."

They continued reading, Y/N telling him about getting into college, the classes she was taking each semester, graduation, getting into grad school and getting her library science degree, her first job as an official librarian… 

Y/N took a sip of her cocktail before starting the next letter.

"March 8, 2012

Dear Matt,

I've met someone . His name is Alex and he works in the I.T. department of the library. I think you two would get along -- you're a lot alike.

We've been dating for a few months now and things are going pretty well. I'll keep you posted as to where things lead.

Y/N"

Matt picked up the second-to-last letter. 

"January 13, 2013

Dear Matt,

Alex proposed, and I said yes. We're planning a fall wedding -- nothing big, just close family and friends.

I wish you could be there. I thought about asking Alex if he could look you up on the internet to see if he could find an address for you. Could you imagine? We haven't been in contact in over 10 years and suddenly you get an invitation to my wedding.

Crazy, right?

Y/N"

Even though Matt knew that things didn't work out between Y/N and her ex-fiancé, his stomach was still in knots as Y/N began to read her final letter.

"June 29, 2013

Dear Matt,

I ended my engagement with Alex today. We were touring wedding venues over the weekend but none of them felt right, and I realized this morning that it wasn't the venues that felt wrong, it was me.

You see, I can't marry Alex, not when-- " Y/N paused and took a deep breath.   "Not when I've been in love with you for most of my life."

Matt's brain screeched to a halt. What did she just say? 

"God, I'm so pathetic," Y/N continued, "pining over someone to whom I haven't even spoken in years. It's not fair to Alex to marry someone who's in love with another man and it's not fair to myself to keep holding on to something that I can never have. 

I guess I've kept writing to you in order to somehow hold on to you and to feel like we were still teenagers writing secret notes to each other, like maybe one day I'd have the courage to finally tell you how I feel.

I'll always love you, Matt, but maybe it's time for me to finally let you go.

Y/N"

Matt turned towards Y/N, who had picked up her drink and was currently draining it. "You were in love with me?"

Y/N remained silent, but the uptick in her heartbeat gave Matt hope. 

He took her glass from her and set it down on the table before taking her hand in his. "Y/N? Please, angel, talk to me."

Y/N took a deep breath. "I still am, Matt. I still love you. I never stopped."

Oh, thank God. "I love you too," Matt murmured. "I've loved you probably since the moment I met you, it just took me a few years to figure out what it was I was feeling." 

He pulled out the cross Y/N had given him out from under his shirt. "I've always kept you close to my heart, Y/N."

Y/N reached out and placed her hand on his chest, warming the metal cross pressing against Matt's shirt. "I was wondering if you still had that."

Matt nodded. "I've rarely taken it off in the past 20 years." 

He paused. "I was going to tell you I loved you the day you left for Florida. I had written you a note telling you how I felt."

"Why didn't you give it to me?"

"Right before I was going to I overheard Sister Bernadette talking to your aunt about how it was best to separate us so I wouldn't ruin your life, and I realized it definitely wasn't fair for me to tell you I loved you right before you moved a thousand miles away."

"What the hell? How would you have ruined my life?"

Matt huffed out a laugh. "Well, let's see, the exact phrasing she used was 'before he gets her into trouble'."

"Before you 'got me into trouble'? Wait, did she -- did she think we were sleeping together ?" Y/N sounded both horrified and amused.

Matt shrugged. "Well, she wouldn't have technically been wrong."

"Well no, but all we ever did was literally sleep together!"

"Maybe, but it's not like I never thought about doing the other kind of sleeping together with you."

Y/N gave a playfully scandalized gasp. "Why, Matthew, I certainly hope you went to confession for that."

"More than once." Matt chuckled. "I mean, I was a hormonal teenage boy who was hopelessly in love with my best friend, of course my thoughts drifted there from time to time."

Y/N was quiet for a moment. "I wonder if maybe someone saw you sneaking out of my room one morning and reported us, and that's why Sister Bernadette thought something was going on. She could've confronted us though instead of just shipping me off and keeping us apart for almost 20 years. So much wasted time, and over what was probably a complete misunderstanding."

Matt shook his head. "Angel?"

"Yeah, Matty?"

"I'm going to kiss you now."

Y/N sucked in a breath. "Uh huh, yeah, okay."

Matt reached out and cupped her cheek in his hand, then -- after over 20 years of longing -- gently pressed his lips to hers.

He leaned back, a smile spreading on his face as he caressed the matching smile on Y/N's with his thumb. "So, how about dinner again tomorrow night?"

Y/N hummed. "What, you don't want to lose touch for another 20 years and hope we randomly run into each other again?"

Matt shook his head with a laugh at Y/N's teasing tone. "No way, angel. I spent almost 20 years without you, so now that I've got you back in my life I'm not letting go."

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[courtforshort15]

Insecurities

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Summary: Everyone has their own securities. Yours is your skin.

Trigger warning: none, just a little old fic with comfort and fluff

Inspired by all the peoole who are insecure about their skin and need reminders that skin doesn't need to be flawless to be beautiful

Masterlist

You didn't hear the first knock on the door.

Everything around you kind of ceased to exist as you stared at yourself in the mirror, eyeing the giant zit on your chin with distaste. You had felt the small bump this morning while washing your face in the shower, but now it seemed to have finally sprouted up completely, taking up a decent chunk of real estate directly below the corner of your lip.

Scowling, you clenched your hands, struggling to smash down the impulse to prod and poke and squeeze. It really was disgusting, and you needed it to go. away.

You knew that if you messed with it, the bump would grow angry and inflamed, until it looked twice the size. You had grown up with and continued to have hormonal acne, so you were used to ones that were red and painful, the ones that sat deep underneath your skin and stuck around for longer than you needed them to, really.

And normally, you wouldn't care too much. You worked from home, and if you were required to be on camera for a conference call, no one thought twice about someone who didn't put on make up just to work from their kitchen table. Slap on some concealer and you'd usually be ready to go.

But tonight you had a date.

You hadn't been dating Matthew Murdock for very long, to be honest. Just a few months, but long enough for a strong sense of shared intimacy, in all the ways that mattered. You'd been taking it slow, feeling it out, still very much in the beginning stages of your relationship. With his busy schedule, and yours, you sometimes found it hard to spend dedicated time with each other.

But tonight was your weekly date night, and you had a giant zit on your chin that didn't look like it would be going away anytime soon.

You knew he wouldn't care, of course. As a blind man, he had no use for societal beauty standards. There was no need for him to care about the fact that your hair had split ends, no need to care about teeth that were ever so slightly an off white from years of drinking too much black coffee, no need to care about the stretch marks on your hips or thighs. You knew he didn't care about any of it.

But that didn't make you feel any less self-conscious about it.

Your friends had all grown out of their awkward teenage phases and sported clear, smooth skin, while you hadn't been so lucky. No matter how much water you drank, no matter how many dermatologist visits you went to, no matter how much money you spent on high-end cleansers and scrubs and clay masks, you still had moments like this.

And it was date night.

Matt, you knew, was a very tactile person, which made sense when you thought about it. Even though he could do things, impossible things, things that even sighted people would likely be unable to do, it didn't change the fact that Matt still used his hands very frequently to get a sense of the world around him.

He loved holding your hand, loved playing with your hair, loved kissing your forehead. He loved having his hands on you, whether it was strictly G-rated when in public, or while he was pushing into you from behind. Everything and anything was fair game when it came to you.

And, without fail, every time he kissed you hello, he'd tilt your head up with a finger underneath your chin and his thumb right underneath your lip. It didn't matter if the kiss was sweet and gentle, or intense and passionate; he used his hand to draw your focus on to him, as if you could ever be focused on anything else but him when he was near.

You knew that when he greeted you tonight, he'd feel this giant pimple right there, and you were already cringing at the thought.

You brought your hand up to your chin, still tempted to mess around and pick at it, but jumped when a second knock sounded at the door.

Speak of the devil.

Sending the mirror one last rueful glare, you shut off the light and walked out of your bathroom. Your apartment wasn't very large, so you made it to the front door in just a few steps, and you tried to not make it obvious that you were internally freaking out and drawing in deeper breaths than usual to calm yourself.

Opening the door revealed handsome Matt Murdock in all his glory, looking so effortlessly attractive that you almost hated him for it.

He was still dressed in what he probably wore to work that day, signifying that he most likely didn't have time to go home and change. Not that you minded; the way his ass filled out his slacks and the way his broad shoulders stretched his collared shirt never failed to bring a small flush to your cheeks, knowing exactly what all that muscle and skin looked like underneath his clothing.

"Hey, sweetheart," he greeted you, suit jacket slung over the arm that was holding his cane, warm smile on his lips. His glasses were still on, but you avoided looking directly at the lenses where you knew you'd see your own reflection.

"Hey," you responded instantly, unable to stop your own grin, despite the anxiety. You weren't sure when the pet names had started, but you both knew you were absolutely putty in his hands everytime one slipped from his mouth.

Matt took a quick step inside your apartment, before reaching forward to grab your chin the way he always did, that telltale sign he was about to greet you again, but this time with his mouth on yours.

The insecurity spiked again, and without even thinking about it, you turned your head to the side.  You took a sudden step to the right, effectively avoiding his grasp, much to his surprise.

He let his hand fall to his side, a sudden frown relaying his confusion. His head tilted in your direction, sightless eyes behind red lenses landing just to your left, and he didn't bother masking the brief flicker of hurt that crossed his face.

"What's wrong?" He questioned after a second, and you knew he could feel the awkward tension that had just landed between you two. Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment, knowing that this was all your doing, but unable to get the right words out to apologize. You plastered on a fake smile instead.

"Nothing." The answer came out quickly, an obvious lie, easily detecable even if it hadn't been given to someone who couldn't decipher facts from falseties by heartbeat alone.

"We both know that's not the truth," Matt said slowly. He hadn't moved from his spot in the doorway, as if unsure if he was welcome inside. You cringed. You hadn't wanted to make him feel unwelcome, especially when all you thought about was how seamlessly he fit into your life and how much you wanted to keep him there.

But still, this stupid, small insecurity had reared up as suddenly as the zit that had grown on your chin, and you found yourself reluctant to let him in on the secret.

"Everything's fine," you answered brightly, trying to put him ease, even while you knew you were failing. "Are you ready to go?"

Matt was still rooted to the spot and didn't look like he was going to move until he figured you out.

"I will be, once you tell me why you just flinched away from me." A brief flash of his own insecurity flickered across his face, and you hated that you had caused it. You knew there were alarm bells going off in his head, and you watched as he took a deep breath as if he was already preparing for the worst. He licked his lips, something he often did when nervous. "Did I...do something?"

You sighed, closing your eyes.

"It's stupid."

"Clearly it's not, if you didn't even want me to kiss you hello." Matt finally took another step forward, crowding you backwards into your apartment as he shut your front door behind him. "Is everything ok?"

"Yeah, everything's fine, can we just-"

"Please don't lie to me."

You groaned and took a step back into the walk behind you, letting your head tip back against it with a loud thump.

"They never said having a super-powered boyfriend would be this hard. I can't get away with shit."

With a fond roll of his eyes, the tension in Matt's shoulders seemed to ease a little, but he still didn't let up. "Just answer the damn question."

You looked briefly down at your shoes and took a deep breath.

"I have a giant zit on my face."

"A...wait, what?"

"A zit. A pimple. A blemish. A giant red bump on my chin."

If you thought Matt had looked confused before, it was nothing compared to how he looked now. He raised his eyebrows, seemingly not prepared for this. He looked like this was honestly the last thing he had ever expected you to say.

"You do realize I'm blind, right?" He asked dryly once he had recovered.

"Yup."

"As in, I can't see you."

"That's right."

"Like...at all."

"Absolutely."

"No light perception."

"Got it."

"Ok, so...why do you think I would care? Why do you think I would care even if I could see you?" Matt's hand came up to your chin again, and you smacked it away with a gasp of indignation.

"Don't touch it!"

This time Matt full on laughed, as if overjoyed at this new insecurity he had found. You glared at him, arms crossed over your chest. "It's not funny."

His laughing quieted as he shook his head, but his grin was still there as he finally took his glasses off and placed them on the table next to your door that you reserved for your keys.

"Why does this bother you so much?"

"Because you can feel it."

"What does that even mean?"

Groaning, you moved to cover your face with your hands, but he gently took them away and held them to his chest instead. "Tell me."

"You...you rely on touch so much. Like, I know your hearing and sense of smell are insane, but you use your hands and skin and touch to navigate everything, too."

"And...?"

"You like soft things," you finally breathed out the root of this particular insecurity, specific only to him. "Silk sheets. Silk boxers. You use super high end detergents for your clothing to encourage maximum softness. You buy very specific paper towels and toilet paper and kleenex. You like everything to be so incredibly soft...and my skin isn't."

A look of realization had settled across his face as you spoke, which was soon replaced by a small frown. Gently, so very gently, he released the hands he had cradled to his chest, before he reached out to take your face in his hands. This time you didn't flinch away, and he moved closer to press his forehead against yours.

"How come you've never said anything before?"

"Because I haven't really needed to. And because it's so stupid."

"It's not stupid if it's bothering you like this, sweetheart," he said quietly.

You looked up at him, staring at the pretty brown eyes that weren't quite focused on yours, before reluctantly diving in.

"It's just...I can feel my face starting to break out and it's just something I'm super insecure about, I guess." Your hands slid along his chest to fidget with one of the buttons on his shirt as you rambled on. "My skin gets like this every once in a while, where I'll go through a phase of pimple after pimple after pimple. And for the most part I'm fine with it because there's really not much I can do about it, as much as it sucks. And like...my skin isn't even that bad right now, but that doesn't mean I won't wake up tomorrow with eleven more pimples along my chin and jaw. And then I started thinking about how you'll feel every single bump and scab, more intensely than anyone else, and my brain just ran with it."

Matt made low soothing sound deep in his chest as he lifted his head off of yours and pressed his lips to your forehead instead.

"You don't have anything to be self-conscious about. Not with me."

"But-"

"I can't see any of the scars on my body," he interrupted. His thumbs were absentmindedly stroking your cheeks as he spoke. "I can't see them, but I can feel how rough and twisted and bumpy they are. And sometimes, I wonder what you think about them."

"That's not the same, Matt."

"I know it's not."

"You got those scars saving people." You tried to jerk away from him, but he didn't let you. "Those scars mean something."

"It's just skin." He lips moved to kiss one eyelid, then the other.

"Matt-"

"It's just skin," he repeated. "And skin isn't supposed to be perfect. And if you're not bothered by anything you feel on mine, how could I ever be bothered by yours?"

"How can you even compare the two, Matt?" You objected. Again, you tried to move away, but this time he moved one hand down to your right shoulder to hold you in place against the wall. His hand may have been gentle, but you could feel the band of steel under the surface. There was no getting away from him if he didn't want you to.

"I'm not comparing the two," he said shook his head.

"Then why-"

He interrupted you again. "I'm not comparing them. I'm just saying that you're self-conscious about something that's out of your control. And maybe I'm a little self-conscious, too, when you run your hand over one of my scars."

"But you're beautiful." The words slipped out without thought, and you went to cover your mouth with your hand before he grabbed it with a laugh.

"Shut up," you grumbled at his laughter. He shook his head, still grinning at your embarrassment.

"You know you're beautiful, too, right?"

You rolled your eyes. "You literally can't see me, Matt, as you just pointed out, repeatedly."

"You're beautiful on the inside."

"Gross, Matt. You're so cheesy." He laughed again.

"Maybe," Matt shrugged, unbothered by your lighthearted insult. "But we both know I don't need to see you to know you. And you don't need to have perfect skin for me to enjoy touching you."

You were quiet for a moment, unsure of what to say next. Finally, you just sighed as you leaned your body into his, letting your arms wrap loosely around his waist. His hand left your shoulder to rest at your lower back, further anchoring you to him.

"This isn't an argument you plan on losing, is it?"

Matt kissed you lightly on the nose. "I wasn't even aware this was an argument, sweetheart. Certainly doesn't feel like one."

"A disagreement, then."

"It's not about winning or losing," Matt said simply. He rubbed your back lightly, knowing it would make you arch into him just the way he liked. "I spoke my truth. You spoke yours, even if you're being silly."

"I'm not silly!" You gasped out in outrage, pulling away abruptly. He only let you get so far before tugging you back in.

"I said you're being silly, not that you are silly," he clarified, more quietly. "And I definitely didn't say that this...insecurity is silly. It's just silly that you think something like this would bother me."

"It bothers me."

"I know," he whispered, leaning down to kiss one check before moving to kiss the other. "But it shouldn't."

"Easier said than done."

"I know," he repeated, and you knew it was because he had his own suitcase of insecurities he was always dealing with, and how difficult it could be to move past the negative voices in your head. "But for the record, your skin is soft. Not always smooth, maybe, but always soft. I love feeling it against me, I love feeling it beneath my hands, beneath my lips."

His hands dropped to pull your hips flush against his, and lowered his voice into that deep tone he knew always worked on you like a charm. But this time, it was laced with something extremely soft and tender.

"And if you're okay with staying in tonight, I'd love to spend the next several hours kissing and touching every inch of your skin, if you'll let me."

As if you could ever say no to that.

Damn this man for knowing you too well already.

Matt must have heard the skip in your heart beat, the one that so often happened when he was near, because he slid a hand back up to the back of your neck and pulled lightly on your hair. "I'll take that as a yes."

Moving closer, he grasped your chin slowly, with one finger under your chin and his thumb right below your lip like he always did, as he tilted your head back to kiss you.

This time you let him.

#daredevil #matt murdock #human disaster matt murdock #marvel #i love him your honor #matt murdock is my fictional boyfriend #matt murdock reader insert #gender neutral #insecurities #insecure reader

[rub1shhh]

I'm in art class rn but here is zombie matt x)

(hopefully I can make it clay xD)

#eddsworld #matt #matt ew #zombie matt #xD

[pkmn-go-to-the-polls]

ive had some people ask me when x character is gonna be showing up SO i decided made a list of all the remaining matchups and when they're scheduled to be posted!! all of these are in this blog's queue right now --

April 24:

ryme vs lucian vs georgia vs professor elm

mallow vs saguaro vs kabu vs marley vs roy

mela vs grant vs lisia vs emerald

olympia vs bianca vs chrysa vs molayne

April 25:

charon vs agatha vs raihan vs tyme vs zisu

blaine vs trevor vs arven vs nanu

cheryl vs ritchie vs steven vs serena vs scott

shelly vs sordward & shielbert vs tucker vs professor kukui

April 26:

candice vs sonia vs eri vs quillon

crasher wake vs leaf vs bugsy vs hop

elio vs lt surge vs volo vs opal

wikstrom vs iscan vs professor cerise vs katy

April 27:

chili vs marnie vs danika vs sidney

greta vs adaman vs lucas vs allister

selene vs flint vs cynthia vs gaeric

elaine vs byron vs liko vs wulfric

April 28:

bede vs juliana vs fantina vs stephan

faba vs roark vs may vs professor turo

lian vs noland vs matori vs siebold

dendra vs sorrel vs cheren vs alexa vs kamado

April 29:

kris vs bea vs sophocles vs nate

chase vs professor sada vs flannery vs peonia

winona vs drake vs barry vs AZ

volkner vs jasmine vs cogita vs salvatore

April 30:

miriam vs matt vs piers vs professor laventon vs gardenia

clay vs alain vs thorton vs glacia vs max

brycen vs ren vs green vs ethan

ortega vs palina vs samson oak vs morty

(end of round one)

#including the ones that have already been posted there are a total of 78 matchups for round one if anyone's interested 👍 #long post

[youngandwild99-blog1]

The Batman Part II: My Theories

Please take this with a block of salt because as of right now all we have are rumors. Maybe take that block of salt home to your cows :)

Theory #1: Clayface

So, word is that Clayface may appear as the main villain in Part II. I've noticed some people in various comment sections being doubtful, because a giant shapeshifting monster made out of clay is a sharp left turn from the "grounded realism" of the first movie. They make a good point, which is why I predict that, if Clayface is actually going to appear, he'll be based on the Golden Age version. This was Basil Karlo, a failed actor who took on the alter ego of Clayface, a villain he used to play, to kill various actors and was thwarted by Batman and Robin.

Now, having two serial killer villains in a row would be repetitive, so I theorize that this Clayface will take a different approach. Imagine Basil Karlo using his skills in impressions and makeup (maybe a cutting-edge prosthetic face mask called a "clay face") to impersonate celebrities in Gotham, only to purposefully get caught in scandals. The real celebrity insists it wasn't them, but it's too late, and they're effectively "killed" in the courtroom of public opinion. And Clayface didn't even need to lay a finger on them.

Meanwhile, Bruce Wayne is finally trying to develop his public image after ~20 years, only to discover a villain with the ability to singlehandedly undo all his progress in the eyes of Gotham. In the comics, this would be the part where Batman and Robin are on the case, which leads me to...

Theory #2: Robin

We haven't had a well-received Boy Wonder on the big screen since Burt Ward played him in 1966. If you're anything like me, that's pretty damn frustrating (Dick Grayson appeared in the comics before the Joker AND before Alfred!). So hearing this rumor of Dick Grayson appearing in Part II is both exciting and nerve-wracking, because writing a believable child sidekick in a "grounded, realistic" superhero movie is a challenge. Just logistically, it works in stories like Logan or The Last of Us, because X-23 is immortal and can shrug off most injuries, while Joel eventually taught Ellie how to shoot. But with Batman and Robin, you have a very-much-mortal kid wearing a colorful costume going up against the kinds of people who quite literally emptied their magazines into Batman's chest last movie. How do you make that character fit believably into the world you've made?

Obviously the only ones who can answer that question are Matt Reeves and Mattson Tomlin, the writers for Part II. But I'd be lying if I said I didn't notice some ways that Dick Grayson might've been set up in The Batman. First off: the mayor's son. Bats interacts with him three times throughout the movie. He saves the kid's life twice, once as Bruce and once as Batman. Furthermore, the mayor's son is the first civilian to trust Batman after the flood: he walks towards Bats first, and everyone else follows. In the wise words of Red from OSP, if you can't imagine your Batman comforting a scared child, then you haven't written Batman, you've written the Punisher in a funny hat.

Second: HBO's Penguin series. The fact that they're introducing other gangsters from the comics (Sofia and Alberto Falcone, Salvatore Maroni) gives me hope that they might take the opportunity to introduce Tony Zucco, the gangster who killed Dick Grayson's parents. There are quite a few actors cast in undisclosed roles, maybe one of them plays Zucco...? Either way, setting up Zucco's extortion of Haly's Circus in The Penguin and following it up in Part II with the Flying Graysons' murders would be a good way to tie those stories together.

Third: Bruce Wayne's reappearance. Part I was all about Batman discovering that he has to be more than vengeance, and Reeves has said we'll be seeing more of Bruce Wayne in Part II. Perhaps Bruce's first major public appearance is attending a performance by Haly's Circus, and he just so happens to witness the deaths of the Flying Graysons. And we know what happens next. What better way to force Bruce to take his image seriously (aside from Clayface's shenanigans) than for him to suddenly have an angry, traumatized, highly impressionable kid in his life?

Fourth: This is the weakest reason, but at the end of the movie Selina mentions she's moving to Blüdhaven, which also happens to be where Dick Grayson goes after growing up and becoming Nightwing.

That turned out longer than I thought it would be. Again, these are all just rumors, but I wanted to put my thoughts and theories down in writing in an organized way, and to see what anyone else thinks. Thank you for reading.

#batman #dick grayson #the batman #the batman 2022 #the penguin hbo #robin #clayface #basil karlo #tony zucco #fan theory #discussion #the batman part 2 #the batman part ii #matt reeves #reevesverse

[prpfs]

Hello! 🐺 32NB seeking some new discord rp partners who are 21 and older for dark, filth filled plots🌶🕊. Looking for a good mix of plot and spice. Please heed that these are not for the faint of heart. Not looking to replace anyone but seeking various fandom pairings. You will find the pairings listed below. Tupperbox use is a must.

Marvel:

• Frank Castle x Matt Murdock (willing to play either)

• Tony Stark x Peter Parker (I want to play Parker)

• Eddie Brock/Venom x Peter Parker (I want to play Brock)

• Eddie Brock/Venom x FTM Peter Parker (I want to play Brock)

• Hydra Supreme Steve Rogers x Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes (I want to play Rogers)

• Bucky Barnes x Serum turned FTM Steve Rogers (I want to play Rogers)

• MTF Natasha Romanoff x FTM Steve Rogers (I want to play Natasha)

• Natasha Romanoff x Peter Parker (I want to play Parker)

• Deacon Frost x Karen Jensen (I want to play Karen)

• Deacon Frost x Abigail Whistler (willing to play either)

Stranger Things:

• James Hopper x FTM Steve Harrington (I want to play Steve)

• MTF Robin Buckley x FTM Steve Harrington (I want to play Robin)

• Billy Hargrove x FTM Steve Harrington (I want to play Steve)

• James Hopper x FTM Billy Hargrove (I want to play Hopper)

• James Hopper x Joyce Byer x Jonathan Byer (I want to play Hopper but willing to play both Jonathan and Hopper)

Dc:

• Clark Kent x Jonathan Kent (I want to play Jonathan)

• Harley Quinn x MTF Poison Ivy (I want to play Ivy)

• Harley Quinn x Poison Ivy (willing to play either)

• Dick Grayson x Jason Todd (I want to play Grayson)

• Dick Grayson x Damien Wayne (I want to play Dick)

• Kara Danvers x Clark Kent (I want to play Kara)

• Kara Danvers (futa) x anyone (I want to play Kara)

Saw:

• Mark Hoffman x Peter Strahm (I want to play Peter)

• Amanda Young x Mark Hoffman x Lawrence Gordon (willing to play any and more than one)

• Lawrence Gordon x Logan Nelson (I want to play Logan)

• Amanda Young x Logan Nelson (I want to play Logan)

• Mark Hoffman x Logan Nelson (I want to play Logan)

Horror:

• Don't Breathe: Rocky x Alex (I want to play Alex)

• Don't Breathe: Norman Nordstrom x Rocky (I want to play Rocky)

• Friday the 13th: Clay Miller x Whitney Miller (I want to play Clay)

• Friday the 13th: Jason Voorhees x Whitney Miller (I want to play Whitney)

• Texas Chainsaw Massacre: Heather Miller x Carl Hartman (I want to play Carl)

• Texas Chainsaw Massacre: Heather Miller x Jedidiah Sawyer (I want to play Heather)

• Texas Chainsaw Massacre: Lila x Richter (I want to play Richter)

• Texas Chainsaw Massacre: Heather Miller x Lila x Richter (willing to play any and multiple)

• Scream: Mickey Altieri x Sydney Prescott (I want to play Sydney)

• Scream: Sam Carpenter x MTF Tara Carpenter (I want to play Tara)

• Scream: MTF Sam Carpenter x Chad Meeks Martin (I want to play Sam)

Interact with this post or message me at @debauchedfilth

tumblr: @debauchedfilth

#marvel rp #marvel roleplay #stranger things rp #21+ rp #dc rp #saw rp #horror rp #fandom rp #fandom roleplay #dead dove

[the-girl-is-no-one]

Curse of the Dragon

Daemon Targaryen x OC {Matt Smith x Anya Chalotra}

It is said that one day the Smith got tired of the imbalance of Westeros, so he took some clay and began to shape it. He lit a fire in it, let its veins boil, and after the work was finished, he placed it on a bank to be found one day. And they found it. Daemon Targaryen found it.

I want to write this story * ----- *

#fanfiction #fanfic #house of the dragon #game of thrones #targaryen #dragon #daemon targaryen #daemon targaryen x oc #matt smith #anya chalotra #matt smith x anya chalotra #daemon targaryen gif #daemon targaryen gifs #my work #my edit #my gif #crackship #daemon targaryen crackship #matt smith crackship #anya chalotra crackship #matt smith x anya chalotra ckrackship #house of the dragon gif #abeth #blogging #fantasy #house of the dragon fan edit #daemon targaryen fan edit #curse of the dragon

[caffeinated-beverage]

I really enjoyed your headcanons your headcanons are awesome 👌 👏 👍 😍 💖

Can I request a CanLiet(Hws Canada x Hws Lithuania)headcanon 🏕🎁📙

You came back for another ask 🥺 thank you so much!!

🏕: At times, Matthew will take Tolvydas on a little camping trip with him. They go stargazing, roast some sausages/fish/beetles (and try not to let Tolvydas' pet wolf steal them, because YOU KNOW he will if you give him half a chance!), make s'mores, tell scary stories around the campfire (Matthew watching Tolvydas get excited and invested in the story as he tells one of the scariest horror stories he can think up at the moment), go hiking, watch the sunset, play some games together, have picnics (once again, they gotta make sure Tolys' pet wolf DOES NOT steal any!), snuggle in a hammock, go fishing, etc.

For winter camping, they pick a nice campground with plenty of hills, good to go sledding. They also get to walk around and/or skate on a frozen lake, go hiking in the snow, have warm food/drinks next to the campfire, have hot cocoa, ice fishing, bonfires, go to a natural hotspring, and ride snowmobiles.

For spring camping, they have picnics, visit a local farmer's market, do some mini golf, bonfires, hike though the beautiful blossom-trees, fly some kites, paddleboat, etc.

For summer camping, they throw water balloons at each other (as the pet wolf barks at the water balloons flying back and forth), shoot each other with waterguns (the pet wolf keeps trying to get in the middle of it, and gets splashed with the waterguns), tye-dye some shirts together, go swimming in the lake (Tolys decides to start a splash fight with Matt in the lake), bonfires, go kayaking, try some waterskiing, etc.

And for fall camping, they go apple picking, visit local fall faires/festivals, bonfires, carve some pumpkins, go to a corn maze, a hayride, horseback riding, go on a date in a pumpkin patch, play football, go hiking through the trees with the colorful leaves, have some local apple cider, have some caramel apples, and go to drive-in horror movies together.

🎁: For Tolvydas, they often give Matthew homemade candies, cookies, chocolates, cakes, and any other homemade goodies. They also give scented candles, some trinkets, a handwritten card with some cute drawings and pressed leaves/flowers/an extra trinket or two, some knitted socks/clothes/coaster/scarf, a pretty rock they found, some of their foraged mushrooms/berries, "friend"ship bracelet, cute little clay sculpture they made, worm on a string, "friend"ship pins, magnets, etc

For Matthew, he often gives Tolys......... A book he figured they would like, something he's seen them eyeballing when walking through stores/shopping districts/malls, a soft and/or fluffy jacket (fluffy, like that hair of theirs that Matt loves!), flowers (which, they tend to eat.. But, hey, better than them just sitting on the counter and dying!), a handwritten card with some cute drawings, pressed flowers, and a few extra trinkets, a plushy, a fidget, etc.

📙: Well, Tolvydas really loves classic literature, like... Alice in Wonderland, and Adventures of Huckleberry Finn.

For Matthew, he reads a lot of manga, such as....... Mob Psycho, Sailor Moon, Pokemon, Attack on Titan, Naruto, Komi Can't Communicate, Demon Slayer, Spy x Family, Tokyo Mew Mew, Toilet-bound hanako kun, haikyu, one piece, etc.

#hetalia #aph #hws #hws lithuania #aph lithuania #hws canada #aph canada #canliet

[silentkimiya]

The sculpture of the custom character from Guild Wars 2. Handsculpted from polymer & air-dry clay, painted with acrylic colors and covered with matte varnish. Dimensions (height x width x depth): 19x5x4.5 cm - man 8x1.5x4 cm - weapon (it is removable) One of a kind.

#silentkimiya #handmade #sculpture #polymer clay #figurine #art #figure #ooak #guild wars 2 #guild wars art #guild wars oc #gw2 #gw2 art #game art #sculpture art #human #human art #game character #dragon #dragon art

[beachbabey]

HAPPY 500 FOLLOWERS ENOCH!!! ASSIGN UR MUTUALS AS SONGS OFF YOUR PLAYLIST!!!!

i simply cannot pick one song for each person so they're getting three

I physically cannot elaborate why these particular songs, brain is too full of love to try and explain anything <3

Teddy @thesluttyarchivist

clay pigeons by michael cera

the ultracheese by arctic monkeys

11:30 in london by finn

Robyn @hangmanapologist

hearing damage by thom yorke

highway tune by greta van fleet

spinning by charli xcx

Shelby @rhettabbotts

sleeping on the blacktop by colter wall

would that i by hozier

place in me by luke hemmings

Seb @sebsxphia

peace by taylor swift

these girls by sticky fingers

berlin by ry x

Abby @mothdruid

artificial flowers by beach goons

gloom by djo

crop circles by odie leigh

Ana @lilacfairy-13

colapso by kevin kaarl

happiness by the 1975

raspberry beret by prince

Sarah @floyd-luvr

outrun the bear by matt maltese

sanctuary by joji

barcelona by george ezra

Bella @nobody7102

lorelai by fleet foxes

girls on film by duran duran

strange by celeste

#E's 500 celly

[darkdoverpseeker]

Hello! 🐺 32NB seeking some new discord rp partners who are 21 and older for dark, filth filled plots🌶🕊. Looking for a good mix of plot and spice. Please heed that these are not for the faint of heart. Not looking to replace anyone but seeking various fandom pairings. You will find the pairings listed below. Tupperbox use is a must.

Marvel:

• Frank Castle x Matt Murdock (willing to play either)

• Tony Stark x Peter Parker (I want to play Parker)

• Eddie Brock/Venom x Peter Parker (I want to play Brock)

• Eddie Brock/Venom x FTM Peter Parker (I want to play Brock)

• Hydra Supreme Steve Rogers x Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes (I want to play Rogers)

• Bucky Barnes x Serum turned FTM Steve Rogers (I want to play Rogers)

• MTF Natasha Romanoff x FTM Steve Rogers (I want to play Natasha)

• Natasha Romanoff x Peter Parker (I want to play Parker)

• Deacon Frost x Karen Jensen (I want to play Karen)

• Deacon Frost x Abigail Whistler (willing to play either)

Stranger Things:

• James Hopper x FTM Steve Harrington (I want to play Steve)

• MTF Robin Buckley x FTM Steve Harrington (I want to play Robin)

• Billy Hargrove x FTM Steve Harrington (I want to play Steve)

• James Hopper x FTM Billy Hargrove (I want to play Hopper)

• James Hopper x Joyce Byer x Jonathan Byer (I want to play Hopper but willing to play both Jonathan and Hopper)

Dc:

• Clark Kent x Jonathan Kent (I want to play Jonathan)

• Harley Quinn x MTF Poison Ivy (I want to play Ivy)

• Harley Quinn x Poison Ivy (willing to play either)

• Dick Grayson x Jason Todd (I want to play Grayson)

• Dick Grayson x Damien Wayne (I want to play Dick)

• Kara Danvers x Clark Kent (I want to play Kara)

• Kara Danvers (futa) x anyone (I want to play Kara)

Saw:

• Mark Hoffman x Peter Strahm (I want to play Peter)

• Amanda Young x Mark Hoffman x Lawrence Gordon (willing to play any and more than one)

• Lawrence Gordon x Logan Nelson (I want to play Logan)

• Amanda Young x Logan Nelson (I want to play Logan)

• Mark Hoffman x Logan Nelson (I want to play Logan)

Horror:

• Don't Breathe: Rocky x Alex (I want to play Alex)

• Don't Breathe: Norman Nordstrom x Rocky (I want to play Rocky)

• Friday the 13th: Clay Miller x Whitney Miller (I want to play Clay)

• Friday the 13th: Jason Voorhees x Whitney Miller (I want to play Whitney)

• Texas Chainsaw Massacre: Heather Miller x Carl Hartman (I want to play Carl)

• Texas Chainsaw Massacre: Heather Miller x Jedidiah Sawyer (I want to play Heather)

• Texas Chainsaw Massacre: Lila x Richter (I want to play Richter)

• Texas Chainsaw Massacre: Heather Miller x Lila x Richter (willing to play any and multiple)

• Scream: Mickey Altieri x Sydney Prescott (I want to play Sydney)

• Scream: Sam Carpenter x MTF Tara Carpenter (I want to play Tara)

• Scream: MTF Sam Carpenter x Chad Meeks Martin (I want to play Sam)

Interact with this post or message me at @debauchedfilth

like or reach out if interested !

#marvel rp #stranger things rp #dc rp #saw rp #horror rp #21+ #dead dove #dead dove do not eat #spicy #rp #roleplay #1x1 rp

[midnightswithdearkatytspb]

In This Heart Mix Tape: Side A 

Two souls, forever bound in the multiverse. (Tommy Shelby x OFC! Estella Holland)

In This Heart by Sinéad O’Connor 

Red Right Hand by Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

Sparkling Diamonds - From “Moulin Rouge” by Nicole Kidman

Work Song by Hozier

Why Don’t You Do Right? by Amy Irving and Charles Fleischer

One Day I’ll Fly Away - Acoustic by Vaults

I Wanna Be Loved By You by Annette Hanshaw

Merrily Kissed The Quaker by Planxty

Cheek To Cheek by Ella Fitzgerald & Louis Armstrong

Dog Days Are Over by Florence + The Machine

Morrison’s Jig by Orthodox Celts

He Moved Through the Fair by Sinéad O’Connor

Swan Upon Leda by Hozier

An Irish Party in Third Class by Gaelic Storm

Brigg Fair by Jackie Oates 

The Wind That Shakes the Barley by Dead Can Dance

Return to Me by October Project

I Know You Know Me by Caroline Spence and Matt Berninger

Never Let Me Go by Florence + The Machine

I Am a Poor Wayfaring Stranger by Joe Slovick

Nostalgia - Wallander Version by Emily Barker and The Red Clay Halo

The Only Exception by Paramore

Take Me to Church by Hozier

Queen Of Peace by Florence + The Machine

#peaky blinders #peaky blinders playlist #peaky blinders mixtape #music #playlist #sinéad o'connor #nick came and the bad seeds #nicole kidman #hozier #charles fleischer #vaults #annette hanshaw #planxty #ella fitzgerald #louis armstrong #florence and the machine #orthodox celts #gaelic storm #titanic #jackie oats #dead can dance #october project #caroline spence #matt berninger #joe slovick #1917 #emily barker #the red clay halo #paramore #tommy shelby x ofc

[moomingitz]

How You make You custom Cosmo from Sonic X figure? I REALLY WANT a cosmo figure in Jakks Pacific Sonic figure scale

To give you the sort-of brief version, for the base/parts I used:

A Jakks Pacific Amy figure

Boots from a Jakks Pacific Rouge figure

Hands from a Jazwares Tails figure

Lower legs from an Equestria Girls minis figure(Rainbow Rocks Rarity, to be precise)

2 6mm X 5mm X 2.9mm ball joints (used those to give her elbow articulation)

Mind you it took quite a bit of prep work and sculpting. Oh, and buffing and sanding, before and after doing the sculpting job. Sooo much buffing and sanding.

You don't even have to use all of the listed figures or parts I just listed. Heck, you don't even have to use an official Sonic as your base. This is just how I went about making mine. But, I would highly recommend that at the very least you use an Amy head for your custom Cosmo figure.

This is a complete list of supplies I used to make my Cosmo figure. Keep in mind, it's not necessary for you to use single thing listed here. But the materials that are absolutely necessary, and what you would need at the bare minimum, will be in bold text:

2 Part Apoxie Sculpt (if you can't get it or don't want to use, I've heard cosplay foam clay works as a good enough substitute)

Fine grit sandpaper and cosmetic blocks

Acrylic paint (I personally use Delta Creative Ceramcoat most of the time)

Watercolor brushes and miniature brushes of varying sizes (I mainly watercolor brushes because it helps the paint go on more smooth)

Worbla

Heat gun

Mechanical pencil and a good quality eraser (I use it to sketch the eyes before paint)

Toothpicks or wire (I sculpted her rosebud buns onto toothpicks and then used the tooth picks to anchor them onto the head)

Sharpies or paint markers (to better color match the joints, as it's easier to do since paint chips off of them the majority of the time even when sanding them and using watered down paint)

Derwent watercolor pencils (you can easily just paint the eyes on, but I prefer to use this method as it's easier for me to do)

Tin foil (in order to fill in the head before sculpting the back of her hair on, and not to use as much apoxie clay)

White felt (I used this stuff to make her petal skirt, but there are many other potential fabrics and materials you could use too)

X-acto knife (for the love of God be super careful and don't accidentally slice a chunk of your finger off like I did once)

Gorilla super glue or hot glue

Mr. Super Clear UV Cut Flat- or Duraclear Matte or Ultra-Matte

I can further go into the specifics of how I made my Cosmo figure. But as far as what I used to make, well, there you go.

#Sonic the Hedgehog #Sonic #Sonic X #Cosmo the Seedrian #ooak #asks