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farfromstrange · 11 months

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Helloooo, ❤️❤️❤️

I had an idea for a little fluff piece.

Reader has a secret (she sleeps with a teddy bear from her childhood that brings her comfort) and she wants to tell Matt but she isn't sure how is he going to react.

Maybe then Reader forgets her teddy bear at Matt's apartment and he cuddles with it while she isn't there.

Also, I love your fics 😍😍😍 they always make smile on good and bad days alike. 💕💕💕💕

Sidenote: How is this man so cute and hot at the same time???? 😍😍😍💕💕💕💕

HIII 🥰 (opening my inbox to this gif was truly a gift. I feel like he’s staring into my soul). You’re literally so sweet and I was so happy to read this request because let’s be honest, don’t we all have a stuffed animal that we always keep with us? (Mine’s this pillow shaped as a seal and I called him ‘Robbie’). I loved this request so much and I just hope I could do it justice. I put my own spin on it. I hope you like it, darling! (side note: That last gif took me out completely, it's not fair how adorable he is while also looking like a snack I could easily bite into).

Emotional Support Teddy Bear | Matt Murdock x Reader

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Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader (gender neutral)

Summary: You have a fluffy, brown secret that you forget at Matt's apartment one night. When you come to retrieve it, you find him cuddled up with your teddy bear.

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff.

Word Count: 2.8k

A/n: If you guys have a stuffed animal, please tell me what you named them because I've been naming mine ever since I found out how names work (and I do the same to my plants). If you reblog, put it in the tags or something. Anyway, I hope I managed to somehow get this request right and that you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

When you tell people you have a secret, they often suspect something darker to be brewing beneath the surface. A forbidden relationship, a secret job, or maybe even some literal skeletons in your closet. Like, the dead bodies kind.

It’s no secret that people like to speculate. But your secret is far from being dark and gloomy. The only reason it is even a secret is the embarrassment that often follows the truth. It’s not you who’s embarrassed, but other people like to judge and laugh, and sometimes it’s easier to keep your mouth shut than open a can of worms over something that’s not even worth being talked about because, to you, it’s normal.

Your secret’s name is quite literally Mr. Bear. You gave him that name when you were in elementary school when he just happened to lie under the tree one Christmas morning. That teddy bear is one of the few things that still connect happy memories to your childhood. You have a special connection, and ever since you found your name on the package all those years ago, you haven’t been able to ban him from your bed. Everywhere you go, you make sure that brown, fluffy teddy bear is somewhere in your bag, so when you go to bed, you can take it out and have a good night’s rest.

You’ve been in a relationship with Matt for a while now. Most of your boyfriends from before laughed when they found out about the teddy bear and often told you to leave him in your bag because they found it weird, and a lot of your friends have told you the same thing - although you can’t possibly understand what would be so weird about a lifeless stuffed animal that you like to take to bed with you and use as a second pillow to sleep.

Your fear of his reaction has prompted you not to tell your boyfriend about your childhood friend. At first, you thought his blindness would be perfect to hide that you’re holding a teddy bear whenever you stay over at his place, but then you found out that the innocent blind man has heightened senses and is pretty much perceptive when it comes to foreign sensations in and around his apartment. Still, up until now, you’ve managed to hide your fluffy secret every night you have spent over at his place. You’re playing with fire, or at least it feels that way.

Matt is a very cuddly person and it is often you that ends up as his personal teddy bear. You don’t mind. It is nice to have someone to hold onto during the night, but there is just something about your beloved Mr. Bear that makes you crave him next to you. The teddy is always in your bag, but it’s only on nights Matt is out the entire night that he wanders into your bed. When he is on patrol around Hell’s Kitchen and you get anxious and lonely, and you worry about the man you love coming home bloody and bruised, you take out your teddy bear and cuddle with him until you can find a few hours of rest. He hasn’t noticed or told you so far because, by the time he comes home in the early hours of the morning, right before sunrise, you have woken up from the sound of the floorboards creaking and the bear lands back in your bag.

You sleep well with Matt beside you, but the nights you can be alone and have your little secret in bed beside you still hold a different weight and mean a lot to you. They don’t mean more; you love your boyfriend and everything he does, but there is a deeper meaning behind your attachment to that fluffy teddy bear that you hold to a different standard, and you can’t deny that there are nights when you wish you could just tell Matt what you’re carrying and what you want to have next to you (alongside him, of course.) But no matter how hard you try, you can’t seem to bring yourself up to tell him.

He would be more upset if you told him you killed someone, that much you know, but your definitions of what’s hard to tell the other are worlds apart. On Valentine’s Day, Matt acted as if forgetting to buy you flowers had been the end of the world, and you didn’t even notice it was Valentine’s Day until your co-worker reminded you. You know he would never judge the use of a teddy bear for emotional support, God knows he has his own ways to deal with his issues that are far more complicated than a stuffed animal, but you’re still scared and you’re still holding back.

After another night spent at your boyfriend’s place, you make your way home for a change of clothes and to get ready for an important work meeting the next day, which means you will be spending your night at your apartment, alone. You cook yourself a nice dinner, take a shower, read through your notes, and then head to bed, your skin feeling refreshed from the lengthy skincare routine you chose to bless yourself with. You check your phone as you slide under the covers. ‘City’s not busy tonight. Going home early. - Matt’ Reading his words makes you feel a little relieved and you settle into the pillows. It only takes you a minute or two until you realize something is missing, and it is not in your bag or behind your pillows like it usually is.

Your eyes snap open. “Oh, crap!”

At the other end of the city, Matt is making his way through his apartment. It feels empty and much colder without you there. Tonight, he didn’t come home with a lot of cuts, more scrapes, and bruises that he could take care of by himself. It seems as if the criminals of Hell’s Kitchen are using the summer heat to do something else entirely with their free nights. He hasn’t come home so early in a while and he kind of wishes you were there with him so he could have someone to cuddle, and your heartbeat always manages to drown out the noise of the city that lurks behind the closed window.

Grabbing a glass of water from the kitchen, Matt finds himself stumbling over something. He has his apartment memorized, and whatever his toes bumped into wasn’t there before. He puts the glass down and gradually touches his way forward, reaching down to touch the fluffy object that almost caused him to fall flat on his ass. Part of him suspects your hairbrush or a piece of your clothing because it smells like you and you tend to get messy, especially when you leave your bags standing in various corners of the apartment; something always manages to fall out, and then you knock on his door the next day, smiling sheepishly and admitting that you oh so miraculously lost something at his place only to end up staying a few days. Maybe it’s one of those things. Something you can live without for a day or two but gives you a reason to visit him unprompted, but you both know that you never need a reason to appear at his apartment. If anything, Matt needs to finally ask you to move in. It would make things so much easier.

When his hands envelop the small object though, he realizes that it’s not a hairbrush or anything else he’s heard you use before. It is a fluffy teddy bear with embedded eyes, and he can tell from touching it that it is a few years old, maybe decades, but it smells like you, your apartment, and your childhood bedroom that he got to visit once after meeting your parents. There is nostalgia glued to the teddy bear. You smell different during days than you smell during nights, and the stuffed animal carries the scent of your body lotion and toothpaste, blurring nights and mornings together. His shirts often smell like that after you’ve borrowed them for a couple of days and return them unwashed, knowing he thrives off of the pure essence of your skin. He does not doubt that you sleep with that teddy bear, and as he takes another whiff, he recognizes the laundry detergent that usually washes his sheets. You have slept with the same teddy bear in his bed, probably on nights he was absent before, and it warms his heart as well as breaks it at the same time.

If you sleep with it and it smells so much like you, you probably miss it, and this could not have been a purposeful mishap.

At first, he considers calling a cab and taking it to you, but then he stops and contemplates. You have never told him before and maybe there is a reason for it, so taking it to you personally could mean crossing boundaries you might not want him to cross. And he misses you dearly; the teddy bear smells so much like you, he soon finds himself burying his nose in the fluffy fabric and breathing you in. It’s soft and he’s sure it is more than comfortable to sleep with, just like you are. You are going to come knocking tomorrow and search for your teddy bear. Maybe you will tell him, maybe you won’t, but there is not much he can do in the middle of the night. You’re probably already asleep.

He’s trying to somehow glorify his own decision, but then again, you would call him or come over if it were that serious. Matt takes your teddy bear to bed that night. He lays down and cuddles the stuffed animal to his chest, inhaling your scent. He’s not sure why you haven’t told him about it before, but it turns out to be a great cuddling partner in his time of need.

He falls asleep faster than usual, his arms wrapped tightly around the teddy bear as his face disappears in the fake fur. He dreams of you and your warm body close to his, a sunny morning with breakfast in bed and a shared shower. He dreams of cuddling you all day and perhaps spending a day in the park afterward, but never once letting go of your soft hand in his.

You have a key to his apartment. You considered taking the subway at three in the morning to get to his side of town, but you value your life and the lecture Matt would have given you should rather stay a fragment of your imagination. So after your eight o’clock meeting, you head to his apartment which is surprisingly close to your place of employment. He is supposed to be at work on a Wednesday morning at nine. You feel safe when you gently unlock the door and step inside, expecting to find the place empty as your boyfriend is probably in his office right now, having coffee with Foggy and complaining about the lack of a caseload.

You were wrong.

The floorboards creak under your shoes. You can already tell there is a silhouette behind the closed bedroom door. Carefully, you slide it open, not finding your teddy bear where you remember having placed your bag the other day. The milky glass slides to the side and you are met with a sight that both surprises you and instantly melts your heart in the process.

Matt is lying in his bed, at half past nine in the morning, and he is fast asleep with the teddy bear you’ve been searching for cradled comfortably in his arms. His mouth is slightly agape, there is drool hanging at the corner of his mouth, and the worried crease between his eyebrows is almost completely gone. He has his nose buried in the stuffed animal, and he looks as content as ever.

Tangled in the sheets, Matt feels safe and secure. The teddy bear still feels like you. He’s unaware of his surroundings, unaware of the time and the fact that you are now sitting on the edge of the bed, watching him with awe in your beautiful eyes.

You reach out to stroke his hair. He stirs. “Matty,” you murmur.

He slowly blinks to life.

“Matthew, my love. Good morning…”

Matt smiles at the sound of your voice, but then the symphony of the city sounds crashes in and he realizes that he is no longer dreaming. He says your name, his voice barely above a whisper, and then finally opens his eyes.

“What’re you doing here?” he asks. “Aren’t you supposed to be at work?”

You chuckle softly. “I should ask you the same thing.”

“Day off.”

“Oh.”

“No cases.”

“Well, my meeting ran short, so I came here,” you say. Your eyes switch to the teddy bear in his arms and your cheeks flush a bright red. “‘Cause I forgot something.”

Knowingly, he smiles back at you. ”You did?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing?”

“Because this is probably the first time a woman has ever left her teddy bear at your place. It’s embarrassing.” You grab Mr. Bear from his clutches and get up, hugging the teddy bear to your chest. “So I’m sorry. For that.”

He lifts his head and slowly sits up, his shirtless frame moving up against the headboard. You stare at him, your gaze unwavering. Matt holds out his hand, urging you to come closer, but you refuse.

“It’s not embarrassing,” he says.

“It kind of is though.”

“No, sweetheart, it’s not. It’s a teddy bear.”

“Exactly.”

He sighs. “You’re right, this is the first time someone has left a teddy bear at my place.”

Your lips twirl up into an embarrassed yet triumphant smile.

“But,” he says, his unfocused eyes searching for yours as he runs his fingers through his brown locks, “I have also never been more in love with you.”

“Wait what?” you frown.

“Adults can have teddy bears too, and the fact that you have something to offer you comfort at night is adorable.”

You take slow steps toward him and he doesn’t hesitate to pull you down next to him, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

“It smells like you,” he admits, “which is why I slept with it, and I get it. It’s soft. I have you as my personal teddy bear, but who’s to say you can’t have an actual teddy bear at home? It holds childhood memories, doesn’t it?”

You nod shyly.

“And people have laughed at you for it?”

“Ever since I was a child,” you tell him.

“Well, fuck ‘em. It’s cute. I just want to know, why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I was embarrassed.” You play with your teddy bear’s ears. “And because I didn’t want you to feel like you weren’t enough for me by saying ‘Oh, by the way, I need my teddy bear to sleep’. It just felt weird.”

“It’s not weird,” Matt assures you. His smile is bright as he leans down to kiss you. “So don’t be embarrassed.”

“You mean it?” You look up at him with hopeful eyes.

He nods and takes the teddy bear from you. “In fact, I think we should share it,” he says.

“Share it?” Your embarrassment and nerves fly out the window and you find yourself giggling at his suggestion. “Are you serious?” you ask.

“Yeah, I mean, I’ve never had a teddy bear… and as I said, it smells like you.”

And you know how much he loves your scent.

You curl into him, his nose instantly moving to rub against your scalp, smelling your shampoo and conditioner from the night before. He sighs happily, still holding the teddy bear, and it seems as if he’s not ready to give it back.

“I’ll buy you a teddy bear, Matty.”

“What?”

“You said you never had one, so I’ll get you one.”

“Well, why can’t I have yours?”

You tear the teddy bear out of his hands. “Because it’s mine, and I am very territorial about my emotional support teddy bear.”

He pouts. “I thought I was your emotional support teddy bear.”

“Yeah,” you say, using the few minutes you have left to cuddle closer to him, “and I am very territorial about that one too.”

Matt chuckles and kisses the top of your head. “I can live with that,” he says.

When you come home that night, you’re carrying a bouquet in one hand and a gift bag in the other. He frowns, but as soon as he feels the fluffy object inside, his grin widens. It has horns and a tail, a little too on the nose, but he smiles nonetheless.

“It’s a dinosaur,” you tell him. “Because you once told me you loved dinosaurs as a kid. And if you want, I’ll sleep with it a few nights so it’ll smell like me.”

He wraps his arms around you in an instant. “I love you so much.”

“And I love you.”

Needless to say, from that moment on, you will both be going to sleep with your emotional support teddy bears (or dinosaurs) every night.

#matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock fluff #daredevil #matt murdock x you #lizzi answers #request #oneshots #no y/n #daredevil x reader #fluff #x reader #matt murdock fic #daredevil fic #reader insert #matt murdock imagines #human disaster matt murdock #stuffed animals are the best emotional support at night i stand by that

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loveleftmelikethis · 2 months

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#not answering me for three hours???? w no explanation???#girlblogger #girlblogging #lana del rey #lizzy grant #coquette #this is what makes us girls #manic pixie dream girl

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ringompreg · 6 months

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ryan...girl. no man has ever been that funny. calm down.

#poor lizzie fighting for her life to answer the q 😔#watcher #shane madej #ryan bergara

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galaxyinacup · 6 months

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Shadowrot!!!!!!!

The people have spoken!!!!!!

#realizing I like Cleo picking people up. she deserves to though #First one is based on that “how to talk to short people” meme #other one is just the sillies #Also this is their dynamic right???#I love their banter but I'm bad at drawing romantic stuff (aromantic who loves shipping)#alek draws #alek answers #shadowrot #trafficshipping #trafficblr #zombie cleo #ALSO I FORGET IF LIZZIE IS ON TUMBLR SO I'M NOT TAGGING HER OUT OF CAUTION AND RESPECT #life series

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thecryptidart1st · 6 months

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Kinda obsessed with your interpretation of Lizzie afton tbh. Was she always this level of unhinged or was she slightly covering it up with Little Girl Charm before waking up and fully taking on Williams...William...ness.

Excellent question

I've always interpreted Elizabeth inheriting a lot of William's sociopathic tendencies (as seen with Baby in the games being a manipulative bitch of an animatronic)

In Soldered Wires, Elizabeth is her father's daughter; she learned how to manipulate her friends into following her and giving her their best toys or presents, even at their own birthdays. And those that get on Elizabeth's bad side suddenly find their favorite things being stolen and found broken. And those who got on her worst side quickly found themselves at the hospital. (Think Azula from Avatar: The Last Airbender)

This behavior manifested well with William's spoiling of her since her birth: if she wanted something, he would get it for her; if her brothers harmed a hair on her head, he would see to it they were punished for doing so; if she got in trouble with someone outside the family, he would throw as much money to the problem until it went away. And Elizabeth would fake injuries and lie about her brothers doing stuff they weren't allowed to do in order to get what she wanted around the house (William would be in denial his daughter would be capable of such criminal activity due to his misogyny against her until her teen years)

Michael and Evan were probably the two closest people to ever know the true nature of Elizabeth throughout their childhood. Evan, being Evan, would give into Elizabeth again and again due to how much she could outfight him. Michael could at least hold his own against his baby sister and tell her no when she deserved it, but he knew she already had William in her tiny hand the moment she yelled.

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #elizabeth afton #michael afton #evan afton #crying child afton #william afton #afton family #character study #finished sketch #soldered wires au #soldered wires #alive au #answering asks #rule of thumb is that lizzie is the least william in appearance #but she is the MOST william in behavior

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according2thelore · 3 months

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LITERALLY that "dad I'm gay and stronger than you" post had me like ..! my friend and I have been screaming for A Week Straight about the concept of Actual Child Monarch boykingofhell!Sam manifesting his powers early on and just. he and Dean figuring this is probably just another one of those Things We Don't Tell Dad. like, Sam who always knows where the radar traps will be on the interstate, and Sam jedi-whammying the motel clerk into forgetting their overdue payments... John flipping his absolute shit when he finds out; Sam being like "you can't stop me" and John being like "... You're /twelve/, yes, I can" and Sam being like "uh. you're just a guy, dad. I have all of hell at my disposal. do your worst, I guess???" John figuring that if he can't exorcize the hell outta Sam, he can at least make sure Sam can't get out of hell; telling Dean that he really tried but that the demonic forces killed Sam before John could save him; smash cut to early-20s Dean in his first year of solo hunting encountering a crossroads case, where the vics freak out anytime they're alone with him because "can't [he] see that massive fucking hellhound trailing after [him]?!" and the crossroads demon who can't believe who they're looking at when he finally gets them cornered. crossroads demon who smokes out under exorcism, but not before telling Dean "your brother wants to see you"

...anon...holy shit anon...

you are so correct!!

i think that in this situation (growing up with (to his knowledge) a dead sam, and a dad that "let" him die) dean would be more than passively suicidal. he doesn't care about himself, he failed. sam is dead. dean gets reckless, but he just barely avoids dying more than once, just a hairsbreadth.

he drinks until he can't walk straight, gets in the car, and wakes up in the motel parking lot. he goes half-cocked into a werewolf hunt, and he's sure that there's a werewolf behind him about to take him out (and isn't going to stop it, not really), but when he finally gets his finger around the trigger and turns around, the werewolf's ten feet away looking blank and confused. he puts a nominal effort into stitching up a bullet hole, doesn't even bother digging the slug out, and passes out in a random motel. next morning, the bullet's on the nightstand, and the stitches are even and tight. it's not enough to be completely concerned--hell, dean's borderline black-out drunk at any given moment, can't remember the last time he was completely sober--but it's...weird.

animals suddenly hate his fucking guts. dean used to tease sammy about it, about the fact that animals seemed to love dean and hate sammy. they would cringe away from sam's touch, skitter out from under his feet. birds would land on the impala if dean was driving, deer would poke their heads out of the woods if he walked past. but now...dean can't remember the last time he even saw a dog.

they just...flee. even at witnesses' houses, dean sees food bowls and chew toys and hears nails clacking on wood upstairs, but they tuck tail and run as soon as he knocks on the door.

after that first case, that first crossroads case where they name the thing, a Hell Hound...dean thinks it's bullshit. he's heard of black dogs, but this is new. it's weird.

he names it hooch. he and sam had seen that movie at a drive-in one summer, and he figures he's kind of fighting crime, right? he jokingly orders an extra patty on his burger and leaves it out for his imaginary dog, and the next morning it's gone. on the next hunt, the vampire doesn't even come within fifteen feet of dean before something rips its leg off at the knee.

when he calls the demon, it keeps looking down at dean's feet warily, back and forth, like something is pacing between them, something low. the demon keeps giving vague non-answers, distracted, and dean slaps his thigh, calls, 'hooch. down, boy.' and the demon...stops.

then those words...your brother wants to see you your brother wants to see you yourbrotherwantstoseeyou YourBrotherWantsToSeeYou.

dean is apoplectic. he finds the colt, finds the gate, heads into hell without a second thought, muttering to hooch the whole way (you better fucking rip some demons up you lazy son of a bitch).

sam's eyes are yellow, all the way through. bright yellow. he's huge. grown. beautiful. it's everything dean never thought he'd get to see. he dreamed about sam being this old, about sam having hands that dwarf a machete handle, of shoulders that blot out the stars.

sam doesn't react at first, knows that dad sent dean on a solo hunt before it all went down, but doesn't know how much dean knew about it, about dad locking him down here. dean doesn't even question why he's on a throne, why demons flank him on either side, heads bowed, why no demons even tried to stop dean from getting here, why they flinched away from him like something would swoop out of the dark and steal them if they brushed his shoulders.

"sammy," dean says--begs, really--for the first time in years, sam's smile falters. his eyes are hazel again, and his bottom lip trembles, and dean begs, "come with me, come home. please."

maybe it works, and they leave, and dean pulls sam into a hug so vicious that they both cry. maybe sam works from afar, and they relearn each other. their first hunt is ripping john winchester's head from his shoulders and trading kisses in his blood.

or maybe it doesn't. maybe dean stays, because they won't be separated like this, not again. the world's got other hunters, and dean has sam, and the rest of it can go fuck itself.

and sam has the life he's always wanted: power. respect. love. dean. (those last two are the same, really). and a dog, that keeps stealing dean's shoes.

anyway anon...much to think about...i love this...and you, coincidentally, mwah.

you and your friend galaxy-brained this one i fear.

-lizzy

#ask box #boy king of hell sam winchester #lizzy answers #wincest #wincest fanfiction #lizzy writes

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oodlesodoodles · 10 months

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#I feel so bad for lizzie #Shes sharpened like a tool and subsequently ignored #She likes and is also deeply frustrated by her home #And as someone who moved away and visits home i can say mood #Does she like her opportunity in the union? Did she have opportunities when she was in college? These are my questions #I dont use fayde so i forget if these were answered by canon #elizabeth beaufort #disco elysium

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theminecraftbee · 5 months

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i do want to ask what your vision if Jimmy didn’t die first would’ve have been like if you wanted to divulge it,

(second you have such a wonderful way with words i do love your recent jimmy drabble, which is why I’m asking this question)

there was a version that had existed in my head for a few weeks now where jimmy like, has to come to terms with someone else dying before him because he's never had to deal with Loss in the life series before? but that ended up not working AT ALL with what actually happened arguably jimmy got like, the biggest W possible, for all he was then immediately murdered by warden and wither shenanigans. so like. shelving that for in case it's useful in the future i just watched the episode and went "man you know what i can barely angst about this one. yeah good for him he broke the curse", looked down, and wandered back out with the ficlet i ended up actually writing,

#answered #thefirexeo #secret life spoilers #since last week i was like 'okay so actually i think martyn and lizzie are more likely to go down first'#but honestly from day one i've been pulling for jimmy not dying first #so i have been rotating several ideas

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kazmyass · 1 year

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Hey! Not sure if this is where I should leave a request but I’d love to see the prompt “Have you eaten today?” “Am I gonna get in trouble if I say no?” With Wanda Maximoff x Reader all good if not :)

Baby Steps

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x gn!reader

Description: Wanda, new to the Avengers after the events of Age of Ultron, finds peace in the reader. But when the reader starts showing signs of an eating disorder, Wanda does her best to help in a situation where she feels powerless.

Warnings: eating disorder, talk of disordered eating, angst with fluff sprinkled in at the end

Words: 1269

A/N: hii this is my first post and it’s a request yippee! to anyone who is struggling with disordered eating, i want you to know you’re not alone. you can always message me to talk. my messages are open. you are loved and valued, and you are worth much more than the number on a scale or a measuring tape.

Wanda was observant. She was the kind of person who noticed when someone was a little too quiet. She noticed the small things, but didn’t really speak up about it. After all, being new to the Avengers would definitely make someone not want to speak up. She felt like she had no place to.

It wasn’t until y/n came back from their mission that Wanda started to feel like she belonged. Y/n had been gone for the first few days of Wanda’s stay at the compound, so to see that there was another Avenger startled Wanda.

But y/n was kind, caring. They were gentle with everyone, unlike some of the others. Everyone seemed to like y/n. It wasn’t long before Wanda and y/n became close.

Wanda noticed the small things about y/n. She noticed that y/n always wet their hairbrush before brushing their hair. She noticed the kinds of books they liked to read. She noticed that they seemed especially happy on rainy days. But that wasn’t the only thing Wanda had seen.

Wanda saw the times that y/n would slip away right after dinner. She saw how, when asked if they wanted a snack, they would always politely refuse. It puzzled her.

But it didn’t take long to figure it out. Y/n had an eating disorder. To think that someone that happy, that kind could do such a thing to themselves. Wanda wanted to reach into y/n’s mind, figure out what the problem was and stop it. But that would be way overstepping a boundary.

As time went on Wanda got closer to y/n, she began to fall more and more in love with them. And when they asked Wanda to be their girlfriend, she was more than happy to say yes. And ever since that day, Wanda vowed to love y/n as much as she could.

“Dragul meu? (my love?),” Wanda asked one day, hoping that today would be different. She walked into their shared bedroom, hoping to give y/n a gentle wake-up call. “What do you want for breakfast?”

Y/n groaned, rolling over and squinting their eyes. “Maybe just a coffee,” They said, voice raspy. Both the rasp and the answer made Wanda’s stomach flutter.

“Milk and sugar okay, dragoste (love)?” Wanda asked, hoping to whatever god was listening that y/n would say yes.

“Black is good for me,” They said, sitting up. Wanda pursed her lips into a small smile and nodded. Giving y/n a soft kiss on the forehead, she murmured, “Are you doing alright?”

Y/n knew that Wanda knew about their eating disorder. They hadn’t had extensive conversations about it, but at that point, nearly everyone in the compound knew. Y/n just chose to ignore that. But with Wanda, they were honest. Well, as honest as they could be.

“I’ve got it under control, don’t worry dragă (darling),” Y/n whispered back, slipping into Wanda’s native tongue. Wanda furrowed her brows, but pushed her worry aside. Y/n wouldn’t lie to her, right?

“I know, I just worry,” She said.

“And you don’t need to, I’m okay.” Y/n gave Wanda’s hand a slight squeeze. Wanda nodded.

“Well, I’d better make that coffee then, shouldn’t I?”

By the time the afternoon rolled around, Wanda was restless. She wasn’t due for training like the others since she wasn’t put on the schedule for that day. She kept running y/n’s words in her head over and over again.

I’ve got it under control. If y/n was telling the truth, why did it feel like they were slipping further and further away? Why did it feel like Wanda could only watch as y/n fell deeper in the hole? Her thoughts were interrupted as Pietro sped into the room.

“Wanda! It’s y/n! They-” He panted. Wanda stood, eyes widening. “They fainted, during combat training!” Wanda felt as if her whole world stopped. Y/n, her love, had finally pushed themselves too far.

“Which gym?” She said, face like stone.

“Uhh, 3A, Rogers is with her now-” Wanda didn’t wait for Pietro to finish. She dashed through the compound and down to the level where the training rooms were. She could feel a sob catching in her throat as she struggled to find room 3A. With tears threatening her lower lashline, she tore through each of the gyms until she found it.

Steve was next to y/n who was sitting against the far wall, sipping a bottle of water. When Wanda approached, Steve backed off, not wanting to be a part of what seemed to be a hard conversation.

“Y/N!” Wanda cried, kneeling next to her partner. “What happened, are you-” Wanda choked on a sob. She could see y/n’s face twist in sadness. Y/n placed their hands on Wanda’s cheeks and shook their head.

“Please don’t cry,” They said. When Wanda had calmed for a moment, she took a deep breath.

“Please, honestly, have you eaten today?” Y/n’s face fell. They looked down for a moment.

“Am I going to get in trouble if I say no?” They whispered. Wanda’s stomach dropped. She bit her lip for a moment, and thought about what she should say next.

“No, no you won’t get in trouble darling,” She said slowly. “Come, we’ll get you to the infirmary-”

“No-”

“Y/n please.” Wanda looked at y/n, practically begging them to come with her. Y/n was silent for a moment, then nodded.

“Okay, but I don’t know if I’m ready to get better yet,” they said. This broke Wanda’s heart.

“You don’t have to get better all at once. Pași de bebeluș (baby steps), okay?” Wanda said. Y/n nodded again.

“Baby steps.”

“Y/n! I was talking to Banner, and he said there’s something called supplement! It’s a drink, so when you can’t finish your meals, you can have that instead!” Wanda said, entering y/n’s hospital room. It wasn’t long before y/n was admitted for malnutrition. But Wanda visited everyday. She stayed at the hospital day and night and only left for food and to clean herself up. And to talk to Banner of course.

“I don’t know...” y/n said, looking down at their hands.

“You don’t have to use it all the time, or at all. Just try it?” Wanda said, taking a seat next to y/n.

“Maybe-” Y/n was cut off by the sing-song voice of a nurse entering the room with a tray. A tray of food.

“Lunchtime!!” The nurse said. Wanda could see the panic enter y/n’s eyes as the nurse got closer. She took y/n’s hand in hers and squeezed, letting them know they she was right there.

“Thank you,” Wanda said, speaking for the panicked patient. Y/n looked at Wanda, eyes brimming with tears.

“I don’t know if I can-” They started. They cut themselves off before saying more.

“Baby steps,” Wanda reassured them. “How about this, you take one bite of the sandwich, and I’ll take one too. We’ll share it, okay?” Y/n took a deep breath and nodded. Wanda did her best to keep y/n distracted throughout the meal. It took a while, due to their abnormally small bites, but they finished the sandwich.

“O Doamne (oh my god)! We finished it my love! That’s amazing! You’re doing amazing, “ Wanda said when y/n had finished their last bite. “I knew you could do it!”

“It was easier like that,” Y/n admitted.

“Well, in that case dragul meu (my darling), I’ll eat with you for as long as it takes. Even if it means forever.” Wanda said, still amazed at how well y/n had done. This was the most they had eaten in a couple days.

“Promise?”

“Promisiune (promise).”

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What are your ryomina headcanons? I've loved these two since I played P3 FES, and I'm so excited to get back into the fandom^^

hi!! thank you so much for the ask, welcome back to the p3 fandom, it's always a delight to see new and old ryomina fans alike! 🥺💛💙

as for headcanons, here's a "few" i that i tend to come back to a lot! my interpretations of them are influenced from both the source material and other's fanworks, so i've linked to them as i saw fit! hcs in no particular order under the cut because oops this got long (900 word bullet point list, mentions of reload content up to 1/1)

minato's hair is dyed blue (hair originally brown, you can see it in his roots!) and he has a beauty mark on under his left eye. i like mirror imagery and there's definitely a few arts i've rb'd that portray them this way :) (e.g. this one by feliichu and this one by marasschino)

as far as i'm concerned the bathhouse scene from the manga where ryoji's hair down = similar shape to minato? that is canon to me. this art from xierru is a fun depiction of hair down ryoji :D

ryoji is homeless. everyone say thank you foxmulder_whereartthou for this awesome fic it's why i have the headcanon! but like seriously. we have no idea where ryoji lives and i could believe this.

minato dying at the end of the game is sad to an outsider's POV BUT!!! ryomina gets to be together in death for the rest of their lives (this illustration from mafuwara is a gorgeous representation of them as nyx avatar + the seal)!

speaking of the seal, they are like telepathically communicating to me in the great seal together. (mymp3 had a comic wip with this. give it a looksie :D)

ryoji likes cuddling with minato because he's warm :) (something something orpheus has fire affinity, minato is warm by extension and ryoji is cold because he's death)

ryoji's camera roll is filled with pictures of minato! ryoji... loves life, to me. and i feel that photography and journaling are perfect ways of expressing gratitude and capturing the moments in life that are most important to you :3

my other favorite activity for these two is stargazing- i feel like it's something they could appreciate either in life or death (looking at the stars from the great seal...)! they do a bit of this in the fic eurydice's vow by crescentmoontea (P5R spoilers, takes place in third sem it's a very fun fic concept).

between ryoji and minato i feel like ryoji was the one who fell in love first- and it doesn't really click in place for minato that he loves ryoji until december hits (appriser reveal + ryoji transforming into thanatos). its about the realization that ryoji was with him for his whole life and that he gets him like no one else does.

ryoji is like a sad and wet puppy who is so scared minato won't like him back. he is so scared of being rejected by minato to me like. this boy straight up deflates after he does his "i know i said i wanted us to be friends, but... i actually want to be something more." / "what about you?" on 12/1 ???

AND SPEAKING of wet puppy ryoji. ryoji is like. every animal in the world to me. he's a bird. he's a cat. etc. and also ryoji knows every language in the world ever and uses it to express his love for minato. see this fic from superheroics to see what i mean.

both of them are lactose intolerant. "this isn't lactose, it's milk!" i definitely think ryoji would make himself sick eating ice cream and milk he doesn't know what lactose is. (i made a silly poll about this once and the tags were very entertaining.)

i see minato as transmasc or nonbinary depending on the day (schrodinger's headcanons babey they're simultaneously true and not true at the same time!!). either way he's not cis to me and ryoji is like. His Gender. anyway go read this fic by nail_gun for t4t ryomina :D !

ryomina are WEIRD GUYS TO ME!!! they are so strange and they understand each other better than anyone else because of the circumstances of their relationship!!! if you asked them to do the "i wonder what i taste like" meme i think they'd start biting each other (affectionate) tbh but that's just me.

after ryoji gives minato the music box in 12/31 on reload, minato listens to the music box every night in january. this boy has insomnia and also chronic illness to me (things that housing death does to you). but i think he finds comfort in the melody and memories he made with ryoji.

in general, i think it's fun to imagine minato taking ryoji to places and show him things he's interested in! i feel that ryoji takes a lot of interest in minato's life, this isn't really a hc because in reload, minato DOES give ryoji a tour of the school (11/9) and possibly port island (11/12). but ITS CUTE OK! (tangentially related fanwork: this series of doodles from vinnigami: 1, 2, and 3)

not a hc but minato's kindness is like the backbone of their relationship and i think we would not have the ryomina we know and love today if minato wasn't such a kind soul. oh minato.... we can learn so much from you... like ryoji did!

anyway! that's all the hcs that i could think of, thank you for the ask! i had a lot of fun answering this, these two mean a lot to me 💛💙

i hope you don't mind the links to the fanart and fanfic as well, the fanwork people have made for ryomina have really made an imprint on me! if you want to see more of them, i definitely recommend looking through my tag for them because oh. i got a lot of them reblogged alright 😂 (<- SOOO NORMAL)

#UMMM hiiii #this was VERY fun to do thank you so much for the ask!! im very. well-adjusted about these two #this ended up turning into some art + fic suggests (they are like citations to my hcs)#but it was really fun! i love ryomina to bits and pieces i cannot provide a concise answer #this post nearly gave me a scare bc somehow the bullet point list doubled itself and wouldn't let me post #tumblr is a very functional website! but the posts intact so im happy!!! yippee!#i still need to finish reload but some of the hcs i wrote were partially backed by what i saw there #people are welcome to send asks btw! cant guarantee i'll answer them in a timely manner but i enjoy doing them #doing this reminded me of my early tumblr days when i'd get so many asks where ppl dropped their ryomina hcs it was cute...#im sure i will continue to recommend fanworks in the future i definitely want to start reading fic again after i finish reload! yahoo!#also this post is like the iceberg of my brain btw you have definitely not seen all of my thoughts im soo. (twirls hair) normal.#lizzy askbox #ryomina #<- why not i put effort into the post #anyway bye im going to go to the library to learn about my favorite new interest called html and css aren't websites cool :)

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professionallydeadinside · 10 months

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Can you redesign Duchess Swan and Lizzie Hearts? They are my two favorite characters:D

Here they be!! :D

#i kinda struggled with lizzie because I like her design a lot wasdfghjhgfd #lizzie hearts #duchess swan #ever after high #my art #my redesign #fanart #answered

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Hey , I have an reader x Matt request. After a night at Josi's and the bottle of eel, Foggy spends the night with you and Matt in the apartment. You are all drunk, Foggy falls asleep on the floor. In the course of the night Foggy comes to your bed and cuddles up in the middle. Matt is not quite lucid the next morning and does not notice that Foggy is in bed with him and kisses him, after the kiss he is wide awake and realizes what is going on.

Hi, nonnie! I finally finished your request and I have to say, it was so much fun to write. It's shorter than what I usually write, but it's fluffy and it's fun and I hope I captured it the way you wanted me to. Have fun and I hope you're doing okay!

Honest Mistake | Matt Murdock x Reader

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Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader (gender neutral)

Summary: After a night at Josie's, Foggy spends the night. When Matt wakes up the next day to kiss you good morning, he soon realizes that it's not you who is lying next to him but rather Foggy himself.

Warnings: None? Maybe some alcohol consumption and hints at smut, but nothing explicit.

Word Count: 1.5k

Three drunk adults stumbling through the front door sounds like a disaster waiting to happen, especially when one of them is blind and intoxicated.

After a successful day in court, it was Foggy’s idea to spend the night at Josie’s. Karen left early, but you, Matt, and Foggy stayed behind. The evening went well, you chatted and you laughed until Foggy ordered the bottle of eel he and Karen drank on their first night at Josie’s together. He was the first one drunk. You, being able to hold your liquor, took a while longer, but the strong alcohol eventually caught up with you too. Matt, who had sworn in the beginning that he would stay sober, knowing that either you or Foggy would end up dancing on Josie’s bar counter if he didn’t look after you, had one too many glasses of the ghastly grey liquor and eventually joined into your drunk babbling.

It was your idea to split the last half of the bottle by doing a drinking game. For every object Matt bumped into on his drunk way to the restroom, you all had to take a shot. All of that happened because Foggy decided to tell the story of their time in college together for the millionth time and you, being anything but lucid, decided to make fun of it. In the end, all three of you were drunk off your asses. Josie called a cab for you, but even then you barely made it to the front door.

You turn on the lights in the living room. Behind you, Matt is trying to sound as sober as possible when he says, “Foggy, you’re sleeping on the couch.”

Foggy misses the uncomfortable leather furniture by a few inches and drops to the floor. As soon as his body hits the carpet, he’s dead asleep. You burst out laughing, not sure why you find it so funny, but Matt soon joins in.

Not only ten minutes later, you are dead asleep in your shared bed, Matt on one side and you on the other. In your drunken haze, the thought of cuddling evades you. You’re only happy to finally be lying down, and then sleep catches up with you already.

Matt’s sleep is dreamless. The alcohol lulls his senses and drags his body down. The city isn’t as loud, but his heartbeat thuds in his ears, and when the sun rises in the east the next morning, the headache starts before he even wakes up.

Stirring, he rubs his tired eyes. He can’t remember how he made it to bed the previous night, but he can feel the warmth next to him. You. He’s gotten used to waking up before you, rolling over, and pressing a kiss to your lips to wake you up. Sometimes he would kiss your cheek or your neck, or he would pull you in to cuddle a little while longer. This morning, he decides to do it the old-fashioned way.

With a groan, Matt rolls over and kisses your sleeping form. As soon as his lips find home, he notices something different. For one, you don’t stir. Two, you don’t taste like your minty toothpaste that he is sure you used even though you were drunk off your ass the previous night. And three, your lips are supposed to be far plumber than the ones he is touching.

He’s not sure why he opens his eyes, but the shock settles in as soon as he uses his hand to touch the person next to him. He recognizes them, but it’s not you. While your scent is close to him, there seems to be someone between the two of you, and your lips are far away from where he can touch them.

The person next to him finally stirs. It takes a second, and Matt starts realizing who is lying next to him. The realization turns into shock, and the person next to him shoots up as soon as he’s opened his eyes and sees his best friend hovering above him.

“What the fuck?!” Foggy screeches and sits up.

The shrill sound of his voice sends a sharp headache through both of their heads, but Matt’s cheeks are already burning enough for him to only focus on the feeling of shame. Not because of the realization that he kissed Foggy good morning but because he kissed his best friend instead of the love of his life.

He stammers, “Uh…”

“Did you just-”

“Well…” Matt trails off.

“Dude!” Foggy says. He is wide awake, his hangover momentarily moving into the background, and Matt does the same.

They stare at each other, their cheeks bright red.

“I’m sorry!” he tries to defend himself. “You’re not supposed to be here! I thought you were-” He points to the side of the bed where he suspects you are, and Foggy only sneers.

“Do I look like I am?”

“How am I supposed to know what you look like?”

“Oh, my God!”

“What the hell are you doing in our bed?!”

“What the hell are you doing kissing me?!”

“I told you, I was-”

The door to the bedroom opens, cutting the conversation short. Matt hears your heartbeat, the soft shifting of his shirt against your bare skin. Foggy catches a glimpse of your face, looks beside him, then back at you. They both look guilty, caught in an act that wasn’t even intentional.

Your eyes switch from Foggy to your boyfriend, and then back at Foggy. “What’s going on?” you ask.

Instantly, their fingers go up and point at the other. “He kissed me,” Foggy says.

“I thought he was you,” Matt shoots back.

“I obviously am not!”

“I notice that now, thank you!”

You look between them again, your expression unreadable.

“I’m so sorry,” Matt prompts.

His apology is cut short by the clear sound of your laughter filling the room. It breaks through the awkwardness but paints his cheeks redder nonetheless.

“You did what now?” you ask, your voice still shrill with laughter, and it does wonders to wake their hungover brains.

“I’m sorry, I really thought it was you, I-”

“What?” You wipe some of the tears that had slipped you while laughing. “Me? Please!” You burst into even more laughter, your breath turning into a wheeze. “Oh, my God! I can’t-”

“It was entirely on him,” Foggy adds, pushing the invisible blame away from him.

Matt glares at him. “On me? You came into our bed in the middle of the night without a warning!”

“I was cold.”

“Then get a blanket!”

“Guys,” you’re still giggling, but your voice still manages to shut them up. “Guys, calm down. It’s okay,” you say. “Let’s just take a step back here. Matt accidentally kissed you, Foggy because he thought it was me. It was an honest mistake.” You look at Foggy, your lip turned upward into an amused grin. “And let’s be honest here, coming into our bed in the middle of the night is a new level of comfort, even for you.”

Foggy shrugs. “Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do,” he says.

Matt listens to your heartbeat, seeing no sign of a lie. Still, he swallows. “Are you sure you’re not upset?” he asks. “I promise I didn’t mean to-”

You sigh and climb back into bed between them, roughly shoving Foggy aside. Leaning over, you press a kiss to his lips. “Good morning,” you say, trying to somehow clean up the mess they’ve made.

He licks his lips. “You taste good,” he murmurs, “but I can still taste Foggy.”

You try your hardest not to burst out laughing again. “I’m sorry,” you choke out, “But this is by far the funniest thing I’ve ever heard. Wait until I tell Karen about this.”

Matt’s eyes widen and Foggy screams at the same time he does, “NO!”

“Yes,” you say.

He drops his head in his hands and you take him into your arms, still chuckling.

“She’s never going to let us hear the end of this,” Foggy says, his eyes as wide as if he’s seen a ghost. And maybe he did.

“That’s the whole point.”

“I hate you,” Matt groans into your chest.

You pat his back. “I know. Let’s just be happy it was just a kiss and nothing more… intimate,” you say.

Foggy cringes. “Yeah, let’s not even go there.”

“Seriously, that’s the most innocent way he wakes me up, sometimes he uses his mouth in other places-”

He doesn’t hesitate to jump off the mattress. “Gross!” He heads for the living room. “I’m out, I don’t need to hear this. Bye!”

Matt looks up, his cheeks the deepest red you have ever seen. When you meet his eyes, a mischievous smile on your lips, he shakes his head. “Was that necessary?” he asks.

“You know you love me,” you say.

He sighs. “I do.”

When you lean forward to kiss him again, he stops you. “I need to brush my teeth.”

“Why?”

This time, he makes sure to say it loud enough for Foggy to hear it, “‘Cause Foggy’s breath smells.”

In response, one of the couch pillows flies its way into the bedroom. You giggle again, knowing that this story is definitely not going to waste.

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