#technically this was on Friday am I cheating | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

sam24 · 4 months

Text

Minivans And Pawnshops

Summary: You were out on a mission for a week, and when Tony, your self-appointed overprotective bodyguard, notices your Greek god of a boyfriend acting weird, he makes it his personal duty to figure out why. By asking Steve what was going on? Hell no. By slipping a Stark Tracker on him and shoving 11 people into an 8-seater Honda Odyssey to follow him.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!reader

*****

“Take a left.” Friday’s monotone voice rang out.

“Take a left here, Happy,” Tony instructed, looking up from the Stark Map on his phone.

Happy rolled his eyes, mumbling something along the lines of I know, the robot already told me.

“This isn’t necessary, Tony,” You repeated for about the hundredth time. “Steve is not cheating on me.”

“My evidence says otherwise,” Tony urged Happy to drive faster, earning a grumble from the latter. “He’s acting very suspicious, always going out and coming back late every time.”

“Actually, I can vouch for Tony on that one,” Clint adds from his squished place in the last row of the mini-van, practically sitting in an annoyed Natasha’s lap. “He’s been acting pretty weird.”

“Doesn’t automatically mean that he’s cheating,” You defended. “He probably has other reasons.”

“Fine. Cheating or fight club. Which would you prefer?” Tony cocked his head at you, and you shoved it back.

“If he is bedding another woman, I will make sure he cannot bed any woman ever again!” Thor declared loudly into your ear, Wanda also wincing on the other side of him.

“You mean cut his dick off?” Sam piped in from the back, who was purposefully shoving into Bucky with every turn the car made.

“Um, indeed. I think so,” Thor shrugged. “I am not sure what I meant either.”

“Uh Mister Stark?” Peter turns around from the passenger seat that he was sharing with a very uncomfortable Bruce. “Did you really have to bring all of us? I have a lot of math homework to finish.”

Tony waved him off. “I have like 30 assistants back at the tower, kid. Someone will do it for you. Plus, all of us have to catch Rogers in the act and publicly shame him.”

You turned back to Tony, remembering what you both were initially arguing about after the ringing in your ear settled down. “You didn’t have to sneak a damn tracking device on him! You could have just asked what he was doing like a normal person.”

“Fuck being normal. At least be grateful that I waited for you until you came back from your mission to catch him red handed.” Tony smirked. “Or should I say cum handed.”

Everyone gagged.

“Actually, I don’t think that’s how it works,” Vision frowned, basically underneath Wanda. “The semen technically would not be in the Captain’s hand, unless-”

“Vis, honey.” Wanda just shook her head.

“Plus, I already asked Cyborg over here.” Tony pointed to the back at Bucky, who was still glaring at Sam. “He went uhh, I don’t know and ran away,” Tony said in his best dumb jock voice.

“Nothing is going on, Tony.” Bucky narrowed his eyes. “Just turn the car around.”

“I agree with Barnes.” Natasha kicked Tony’s seat from the third row. “Turn around, Happy.”

Bucky looked past Sam and Clint, who were hitting each other’s knees with their own. “Steve told you too?” He asked in Russian with a raised eyebrow.

Natasha shook her head with a smirk. “No. I’m just smart like that.”

“Too late, buddy,” Tony ignored their secret conversation, flashing a fake smile over his shoulder. “Like the great John B once said, ‘We didn’t come this far to get this far’.”

Peter whipped around once again, his eyes lighting up at the quote. “Mister Stark, I’m really glad that you’re watching my TV show recommendations, but I’m pretty sure someone else said it before he did-”

“Happy, take another left here.” Tony called out, mimicking the AI who just said it seconds before.

You rolled your eyes, the red dot in the center of Brooklyn on the phone screen catching your attention. You had no reason to doubt Steve’s loyalty toward your relationship. He loved you and you loved him and you knew that he would never do anything to hurt you. But, you were curious as to why Steve was apparently acting weird while you were gone, and what the hell he was doing in Brooklyn.

“Trust me, Tone. He’s not cheating. I’ll just ask him when he comes back, it’s probably just some stuff he has to take care of.”

“C’mon guys,” Bucky pressed. “Let’s turn around. I need to pee or something.”

“Hm, sounds like you're in denial.” Tony said to you, ignoring Bucky once again. “Don’t worry, the next step will be coming soon. Anger,” Tony announced with a grin like it was some kind of flashy news headline.

“Tony, why the hell does it sound like you want my boyfriend to be cheating on me.”

“Aw come on, it’s not like that,” Tony gestured at Happy to take a right. “I’m just looking out for you.”

You rolled your eyes once again, rubbing your wrist, remembering the death grip Tony had on you earlier as he dragged you into the light blue Honda Odyssey packed tight of Avengers in the back of his garage. He was saving it for his future family, he had claimed when you asked why Tony Stark of all people owned a minivan.

“Stop!” Tony yelled, and Happy quickly stepped on the brake, sending everyone flying forward. You heard Bruce and Peter groaning in the front. “This is it. The big reveal,” he announced.

You immediately scooted ever closer to Tony as he pressed his forehead to the window.

“He’s having an affair with . . .” Tony paused with a frown, his sunglasses sliding down the slope of his nose. “The owner of Vintage Pawn Shop?”

Pawn shop? Didn't Steve say something about a pawn shop a while back?

Identical confused eyebrow furrows made their way onto everyone’s faces, except Bucky’s and Natasha’s, as you spotted your unmistakable 6 foot 2 super soldier through the glass littered with fingerprints.

He was describing something to the old lady working in the store, looking hopeful and tired, like he had been searching for it for days. She nodded and raised her finger in a one minute, honey type of way and started rummaging through some things behind the counter. She pulled out a small box from somewhere, opening it and gently placing it in front of Steve.

You squinted your eyes, accidentally shoving Tony’s head into the window of the car as you craned your neck closer, trying to read the woman’s lips.

She said something along the lines of This might be what you’re looking for, sweetie, and Steve’s eyes lit up, a clear wave of nostalgia crashing over him. With gentle calloused fingers, he lifted a ring out of the box, admiring it with a soft smile.

“Friday,” Tony called out, face still squished between you and the car window. “Connect to the store’s CCTV.”

Before you could ask since when the hell Friday could do that, the Stark Map with a You have arrived at your destination adorned on its screen quickly was replaced with the live footage from the store’s cameras.

“Did this belong to someone that you knew, honey?” The old woman’s kind voice grainily made its way through the speaker of Tony’s phone as she noticed Steve’s eyes glistening with tears.

Everyone tried to move closer to the phone for Steve’s reply in the overcrowded car. “Ow!” You heard Clint yell, probably at Sam. “That was my foot, dumbass!” He was immediately shushed.

“Yeah.” Steve nodded, still smiling at the ring. “My ma’s.”

Multiple gasps were heard throughout the car, Happy’s being the loudest.

A weeks old, sleepy memory that was buried deep into your brain immediately flooded back.

You and Steve were wrapped around each other, your ear pressed to his heart, slowly lulling you to sleep with a familiar beat.

“Y’know, you remind me of my ma.” Steve randomly declared against your hair, and you peered up at him to meet the soft currents in his eyes. “Beautiful. Kind. Doesn’t take shit from anyone.”

He pressed a kiss to your lips as you smiled, cupping your face to pull back and look at you. He stared lovingly at you for a while, settling into a comfortable silence.

“Everything okay?” You turned your head to kiss his palm. The last time he had looked at you for this long without talking, it was right before he burst into tears after you had almost died on a mission.

“Yeah, sweetheart. Just thinking.” He pulled you back into his chest, placing another kiss on your forehead. “She would’ve loved you.”

After a little bit of silence, he spoke again. “Her ring was beautiful.”

“Oh?” You hummed.

“Yeah.” He nuzzled his nose into your cheek, a slight Brooklyn accent slipping through as he talked slowly, his words laced with sleep. “Don’t know where it is, but I wanna find it for you. I’ll look through every pawn shop in the state. And when I find it I’ll propose when the time’s right under the stars and you’ll say yes because you’re just like my ma, and Ma loved me more than anything in the world.”

If Steve had brought up the topic of marrying you during the day when you were wide-awake, you probably would have had a stroke of happiness.

But right now, it was night.

It was night and you were half-asleep, wrapped up in Steve’s warm arms, feeling more at peace there than you ever had anywhere else.

Nothing but peace.

So you just drowsily grinned into his bare chest, your hand snaking up to rest on his cheek. “She loved you more than anything in the world, huh?” You repeated. “Well then I guess your Ma and I are pretty similar.”

You looked up from the screen and back at the window, staring at the ring in Steve’s hand with wide eyes. The sunlight bounced off of it and the jewel sparkled in the light with an elegant touch. Steve was right- it was absolutely gorgeous.

A smile crept onto your face, matching the one on Steve’s.

“Why the hell are you smiling?” Tony’s voice interrupted your daze. “He’s gonna propose to the side chick!”

#marvel fanfiction #steve rogers x reader #tony stark is dumb #but we still love him

120 notes · View notes

keresnotceres · 10 months

Text

ker’s masterlist:

A list of my works for your convenience. Anything listed that is not underlined is unposted but is in the works! This is a working post, so it will update. As a result, more fandoms may be added.

This account is a side blog! If you get a reblog/like/follow from miloticaquarium i promise it’s me!! just like,, a less cool version of me lol

I also take requests :) Rules + Information under my works!

CALL OF DUTY: MODERN WARFARE II (2022)

headcanons:

TF 141: General HCs [sfw]

TF 141: NSFW HCs [nsfw]

TF 141: Civilian Lover [sfw]

TF 141: Realizing They Love You [sfw]

TF 141: “I Love You” [sfw]

MW2 Characters: as Lovers [sfw]

MW2 Characters: as Lovers (Angst) [sfw]

Valeria & Alejandro: 3some HCs [nsfw] (afab reader)

Ghost, Soap, & Gaz: Tattoo Artist Lover [sfw]

MW2 Characters: High School AU [sfw]

tbc…

oneshots:

ANGST:

You, With the Watercolor Eyes (Ghost x GN!Reader)

While on deployment, Ghost has nightmares in which you, his lover, fall out of love with him. The emotional turmoil from this causes him to fall into old, self-destructive habits. [sfw]

tbc…

FLUFF:

tbc…

SMUT:

Good, Good, Great (Ghost x Fem!Reader)

The two of you are roommates. You’re a bottle girl for the local strip club Myth, Ghost had been coerced into discussing information at the strip club. You’re miraculously on shift, and you’re flirting your way into a damn good tip. Just so happens that Ghost doesn’t like to share (even if you aren’t really his). [nsfw]

Say You're Mine (Ghost x Fem! Reader Good, Good, Great pt 2)

A few months later, Ghost takes his leave without telling you. He shows up to Myth unexpectedly on a busy Friday night while you have a plethora of tables to attend. Ghost doesn't seem to enjoy how you're serving a bachelor party, and he chooses to do something about it when the two of you get back to your shared flat. [nsfw]

tbc…

STAR WARS (THE MANDOLORIAN)

headcanons:

tbc…

FAIRY TAIL

headcanons:

Team Natsu: General HCs [sfw]

Sabertooth: General HCs [sfw]

tbc…

I usually stick to headcanons, but I sometimes stray to a one shot occasionally, requests are open for both! Please read the information below carefully before you request :)

I WILL WRITE: (I will gladly take requests for these)!

FEM and GN readers: As a cis girl, I am not particularly comfortable writing a male reader. Keep this in mind when requesting, please. If you don’t want a feminine reader, please let me know to write with a GN reader in mind and I’ll happily do so!

Fem and Masc characters: I will write for both! I like both so why wouldn’t I write for both?

Angst: My FAVORITE thing to write!! Please send me sad things to write about and I will literally speed right through it like a child mowing through a bag of apple slices.

Fluff: Sometimes consuming copious amounts tooth-rotting fluff to cope with the depressing content you just consumed is just what you need!

Smut: I can and will do it because I am nothing more than a simp; but you better look at the thin ice and will not write sections before you even think of asking me. Generic kinks and light BDSM are okay, see other categories for constraints.

Mental Health Struggles: Reader or character! Can include mental illnesses, coping mechanisms, and things like self harm or eating disorders. Not technically mental health related, but insecurities and family issues are also welcome.

THIN ICE: (I could write it, but it icks me).

Pregnancy and/or Breeding Kink, Somnophilia, CNC, and Cheating.

Throwing up/Vomit: I am extremely emetophobic. The only way I'll accept anything with something like this is: a) it's previous to what I am writing and/or b) it relates to an ED.

Slowburn: Not really my thing. Like, I could try, but it won’t really end up being a slow burn. Maybe like a going-the-speed-limit burn.

I WILL NOT WRITE: (If you ask me for any of these, you’re getting blocked!).

MALE reader: I’m sorry but as a person who is not and will not ever be a man I just don’t feel comfortable writing in the perspective of one.

Certain kink/fetishes (DDLG, ageplay, scat, uro, & other such bodily functions, feet), Incest, Pedophilia/Underage, Rape, Sexual assault, and Yandere/Stalker behavior.

KER is the singular form of KERES, a female spirit of death from Ancient Greek mythos. CERES is a dwarf planet named after the Roman goddess of agriculture, fertility, and motherly relationships.

#masterlist #requests open #reqs open #request rules #fanfic writer #hc masterlist #fic masterlist #ker yells

97 notes · View notes

hellfiremunsonn · 2 years

Text

You Finished The Book Didn’t You? Eddie Munson x Reader

You Finished The Book Didn’t You?

I do not allow my writing to be republished anywhere other than my own blog without my consent

Summary: Being emotional over the ending of a book Eddie recommended, and coming into his room for support. lots of fluff, Eddie is a little shit. Just a short and sweet little blurb

18 + IF YOU ARE NOT 18 OR OLDER DO NOT READ OR INTERACT WITH MY WRITING. IT IS NOT INTENDED FOR MINORS. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE MEDIA YOU CONSUME.

Warnings: Fluff honestly, Reader is slightly suggestive at the end, technically mechanic! Eddie? fem! reader, reader is emotional over a book. (Book isn’t named because it’s not real, and I made up the place for wherever the story of it is located)

Wordcount: 1271

I was tucked up on the sofa with a book in Eddies living room when he got home from work. Startled slightly at another humans presence, but not at all surprised. "Hi baby" He said kicking off his boots by the door. Putting my index finger between the pages as a temporary bookmark. Lolling my head to the side to smile at him. Hair slightly messy, grease smudges everywhere, decorating his skin and clothes with Dalmatian like spots.

"Hi Eds" I said lazily, my eyes slightly hooded with adoration. He came over to me, holding my chin between two fingers, tilting my head slightly while he leaned down to kiss me on the lips, once, twice, and then one on the nose for good measure. "How was work?"

He groaned. "Longer than usual, felt like the day wouldn't end" Standing at the kitchen sink, his hands soapy as he scrubbed his work day off of them. "Mark was being a real jackass today"

I rolled my eyes; this wasn't the first time I've heard Eddie complain about Mark- he was a sleezebag who was constantly trying to cheat on his very pregnant wife, and Eddie wouldn't allow it- not that Mark had much game to begin with but because Eddie stopped him so often Mark decided to just be a dick to Eddie now. "What did he do this time?" I asked.

"Just kept touching my shit- Like we have all our own shit for a reason, but that doesn't fucking stop him" Eddie laughed, but it was humourless, shaking his head and sighing. "Whatever, it's Friday, which means I get to spend the whole weekend with my baby" He said coming back over to me. "What do you want for dinner?" He asked standing in front of me, one of his hands reaching for one of mine, playing with my fingers while he spoke.

"Mmm I don't know" I said with a pout. "What do you feel like?" Sticking out my legs, I wrapped them around one of his legs, pulling him closer to me with a giggle. Almost falling completely on top of me, his one hand thumping on the back of the couch, supporting his weight from me, his guitar pick necklace dangling in front of me. Tipping my head back I tried to capture it in my mouth but it swung back and forth too quickly. Eddie laughed through his nose, readjusting himself so he was sitting next to me, warm hand on my bare thigh.

"I don't care as long as I don't have to cook anything" He said leaning his head back onto the couch.

"We could do Pizza?" I said with a raised brow. "It's the easiest one, don't even need plates for it we can just eat it straight out of the box like the gremlins we are"

"God I love you" He said quickly, leaning forward to give me a quick kiss. "I'll make the call, you keep reading" He patted my thigh "I'm gunna shower real quick, but I'll leave my wallet out here just in case okay?"

"Okay baby" I said with a smile. With a final kiss he sauntered his way into the bathroom.

The pizza arrived just as Eddie had stepped out of the shower. Paying the delivery boy I grabbed the hot box and slapped it onto the counter, returning to my spot on the couch, opening my book back to the page I was on and diving back in.

"You not gunna eat babe?" Eddie asked from the kitchen.

"Wanna finish this first" I said quickly. "M'almost done"

Eddie laughed through a mouthful of pizza. "Alright, I gotta finish up going over Dustins campaign, but come see me when you're done"

"Mmkay" I said barely listening, fully engrossed in the words splayed across the old yellow paperback in my hands.

twenty five minutes later I turned the last page and finished the book. How could it have ended like that? Stomping my way over to eddies room, standing in the door way, book held loosely in my hand as I looked at him with furrowed brows.

Hearing me approach he looked up from the notebook that rested on his bent knees, a sympathetic smile on his face. "You finished the book didn't you"

I choked out a sob before attempting to chuck the book at him, missing completely and hitting the wall next to him, the book sliding down the small space between the wall and the mattress. "Why would you do that to me!" I yelled at him.

He laughed, setting down his notebook on the floor next to him, he opened his arms for me, gesturing for me to come to him with one hand. Shuffling over to him I crawled over his stretched out legs, settling myself on his lap and burying my face into his chest. His hands coming to wrap themselves tightly around my back. "Wasn't it so good though?"

I whined. "Yeah but why did they have to end it like that, they were so in love" Sitting back up to look at him, my palms flat on his chest, while his hands came up to cup my face, wiping away the tears as they fell. "I knew it couldn't work out but, I wanted to hold onto that hope so bad"

"I know I did too, but they knew what they had to do, nothing was ever going to change, they couldn't stop that" He said reassuringly, comforting me over the few fictional characters I had grown to love so much.

"God" I said with a huff. "You suck" I said with a light slap to his bare chest.

He flinched, mouth open in shock, grabbing my wrist with one hand. "What did I do!"

"You told me to read the stupid thing!" I said forcing a fake frown.

"I didn't think you were gunna cry about it!" He said with a laugh. "It was beautiful though wasn't it?"

"Yeah it was" I said unable to keep the smile off my face. "You think places like Alora really exist?" Shifting off of his lap and next to him, I laid my head down on one of his pillows, bringing my leg up so my thigh was resting on his waist. He turned slightly, his hand coming to intertwine his fingers with mine.

"Absolutely, places in the hobbit are real, so there's gotta be a place like Alora somewhere"

"Can we go there? Live there forever"

"Like little gremlins?" he said teasingly, repeating me from earlier.

"Yeah, exactly like that" I said with a smile.

"You're pretty" he said.

"So are you" I said with a dreamy sigh.

Our sweet moment ruined by how loud my stomach growled, in the quietness of Eddies home. "You haven't eaten yet have you"

"I had to finish the book!" I said laughing, wiping my face with the back of my hand, getting rid of any excess wetness from my tears.

"Go, get up and get the pizza, and then bring that cute butt back in here" he said pulling me over his body and off of his bed, making me stand up wobbly on my feet.

"Cute butt?" I asked standing in his doorway.

"Yeah, the cutest" he said with an obvious tone.

"You mean this cute butt?" I said lifting up the oversized band shirt of his I wore, exposing my butt and the black panties I wore underneath, before skipping away into the kitchen to get the box of pizza.

"You're a menace!" Eddie yelled from his room.

I giggled and made my way back to him, knowing I wasn't only going to be full of pizza tonight.

#Eddie Munson #Stranger Things #Eddie Munson imagine #Eddie Munson fic #Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie Munson x you #Eddie Munson x (y/n)#fem! reader #Eddie Munson x fem! reader #Mechanic Eddie Munson #Stranger Things fic #Eddie Munson fanfiction #Stranger Things fanfiction #hellfiremunsonn

232 notes · View notes

chocolattefeverdreams · 3 months

Text

Helloooo <33333 it's 2:05 am where I live and currently I Am Drunk so I randomly decided to make a post on

My sins according to the Catholic Church

So the church I'm forced to go to holds confessions like a regular church. And we are given this questionnaire to fill out 😦😦😦😦

So let's see....

Responsibilities to god:

1. Have I gone to Mass on Sunday or have I rebelled and been stubborn about going to Mass?

Ans: Ooh. Well I technically go to Mass on Friday bc where I live Sunday is a weekday! And I fucking hate going. I worked out an arrangement with my parents about skipping once every 2 weeks! So yeah, I HAVE been stubborn about not going.

2. Did I participate in Mass or did I daydream?

Ans: I daydream. Maladaptive daydreaming stuff.

3. Have I prayed everyday? Have I read the Bible? Have I been rebellious to God and his commands?

Ans: no, no yes

4. Have I misused the name of God by swearing and cursing?

Have I told the Father that I love him for creating me and making me his son/daughter?

Ans: Jesus Fucking Christ. No, I have not told sky daddy anything.

5. Have I thanked Jesus for becoming man, dying for my sin and rising to give me eternal life?

Ans: nope ❤️

6.Have I asked the Holy Spirit to help me conquer sin and temptation and to be obedient to God’s commands?

Ans: Why should I?

Responsibilities to others and myself:

1. Have I been rebellious, disobedient or disrespectful to my parents, teachers and those in authority over me?

Ans: yea

2. Have I lied to or deceived my parents or others?

Ans: me almost every day amirite

3. Have I been arrogant and stubborn?

Ans: *nods head yes*

4. Have I talked back to my parents or those in authority?

Ans: No shit, like c'mon sometimes they're plain wrong

5. Have I gotten angry or nurtured and held grudges and resentments? Have I refused to forgive others? Have I cultivated hatred?

Ans: Yes. I have cultivated hatred. Why does this sound like such a villain thing. People are annoying and confusing sometimes.

6. Have I engaged in immoral fantasies?

Ans: I, as a girl, have dreamt of having a wife someday. So yes, in the eyes of the church.

7. Have I read bad books/ literature or watched bad films?

Ans: Yes I read queer books. I read fanfiction and smut. I read The Darkening Age which I'm pretty sure is bad for the church. I also like watching queer people in films. Cry about it.

8. Have I gossiped about others?

Ans: Yep, I have, but I mostly prefer listening, it's not like I spill other people's secrets anyway so.

9. Have I slandered anyone? Have I told lies about others? Have I mocked or made fun of others?

Ans: Yes, I have. I mock people whose opinion I think is wrong. I mock the Church on a weekly basis.

10. Have I lied or cheated? Have I stolen anything? Have I paid it back?

Ans: Yeah I've lied. A lot to my parents. I have also cheated on tests before.

11. Have I been selfish or spiteful toward others? Have I been jealous?

Ans: I'm jealous a lot. It's a normal emotion. I've also been selfish many times too, but that has stopped mostly.

12. Have I participated in anything that is of the occult: ouija boards, fortune tellers, séances, channeling, astrology?

Ans: .....witchcraft is literally my spirituality, even my hardcore Christian parents believe astrology.

13. Have I been patient, kind gentle and self-controlled?

Ans: Lmao. I hope I'm kinder. But self-control....patience.... Well of I had self control I wouldn't be actually drunk rn.

14. When my conscience told me to do something good, did I do it or did I ignore it?

Ans: I honestly don't know the answer to this one.

#if any of the christians tell me to stop making fun of their religion #i will drink your blood #ex christian #ex catholic #agnostic

10 notes · View notes

umber-cinders · 4 months

Text

𝑺𝒊𝒙 𝑺𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒚 📝

I got tagged by @pilesofpillows on a Monday and am publishing it on a Friday lmaoo Also, I'm counting dialogue tags as part of the sentence so it's technically not cheating.

❥ From Chapter 20 of Winter Moon:

“It’s…pretty.” She murmured, realizing she’d grown a little too quiet. “Indeed it is.” M’Baku agreed quietly. The solemness of his voice caught Inya off guard. She glanced over at him, only to find he was watching her back. She sucked in an involuntary breath as their eyes met, suddenly aware of just how oppressively wonderful he smelled in the confines of the car—A heavy, sultry musk that made her lips part, allowing her to taste it on the back of her throat. She swallowed it down where it burned in her core like a premium whiskey.

❥ Missing Pieces(Unpublished) - Gravik x Reader Oneshot:

“I see you still have a penchant for fantasy novels.” You watch as he ventures over to the bed and picks it up, flipping it over to read the cover. “Brandon Sanderson’s ‘Mistborn saga’?...Good choice. I quite like that series.” Gravik’s eyes slide over your shoulders and arms as you clutch the towel to your body. Skrull aren’t superpowered, but they could certainly hear better than a human. You wonder if he can hear your heart thudding in your chest. It sure pounded loud enough in your ears for you to hear as you stood there. Gravik’s lips curve into a smirk. “You look good.” The low husky compliment is disarming, flustering you more easily than you’d care to admit.

Sorry idk if you've done this already or not! No pressure tags: @megamindsecretlair, @xenokattz, @mamajankyy, @karisomk, @salvy-deldroid

#ao3 #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #tag game #writer tag game

12 notes · View notes

thosewildcharms · 1 year

Text

i was tagged by @theyarebothgunshot to talk about 8 shows to get to know me. thank you for tagging me! putting this under the cut because i ramble.

In no particular order:

1: the oc/gossip girl: yeah okay i’m cheating right off the bat by conflating these two but i don’t care it makes sense! besides being from the same creator/production team, i think in many ways they are natural inverses of each other (west coast/east coast, new money/old money, evolving beyond what people expect of you vs buying into your own propaganda etc). listen i am a sucker for teen dramas, always have been and always will be, and i think these two changed the game in a BIG way. neither are thee mothership of the genre (i think that goes to beverly hills 90210???) but they are both so compelling in different ways and i very often find myself thinking about them (also in very different ways) years after watching them, and subconsciously compare characters on other shows to the main cast of each and they always fall short (you will never be blair waldorf you will never be seth cohen etc). plus the soundtracks! incredible. i can talk about the oc in particular for days and how it has what every other teen show secretly needs (sandy cohen) but this is already too long and i need to shut up.

2. miranda (bbc): listen. LISTEN. i re-watch this show every year without fail. it is the ultimate cozy feel good show that also somehow punches me in the face with how much of an Experience it is. i can’t describe to you what it was like watching this silly little comedy for the first time, getting sucker punched so thoroughly (in the best way) over and over and then to finally have the most satisfying conclusion i could have imagined. references from this show take up a not-insignificant amount of my vocabulary and i quote it daily. it’s so good. i love it so much.

3. friday night lights: anyone who has watched this show knows why. it’s so hard to explain, it’s just good. as someone who has never given even the slightest shit about any sports game of any kind, i think the highest compliment i could give this show is that it made me cry about football more than once. the only people i know who don’t love this show simply have not seen it (actually, people don’t talk about this show enough anymore?? that’s so sad). when i think of my favorite shows, i always have to include fnl because it’s just so sincerely excellent. i own two fnl t-shirts and i will gush about it unprompted if you give me even the tiniest window to do so. texas forever, clear eyes full hearts etc. micheal b jordan you will always be vince howard to ME.

4. gilmore girls: this one actually surprises even me because i never talk about it on tumblr dot com lol but i literally have it on as background noise as i type and it’s almost always my default when i just want to put something on that’s comforting. it’s weird because i can’t really say i LIKE the show as a whole but it’s so cozy (at least the first five seasons) and i do have a LOT of opinions about it, but in a kind of low-stakes way where it’s fun to think about instead rage-inducing. it’s strangely enough, something i can talk about for hours (and often do) without even realizing it.

5. smallville: oh my god the way i was obsessed with this show in middle school lmaoo the way it’s not technically GOOD but also it kind of is? full disclosure i’ve only seen the last few seasons like, once but i used to have the first five or six seasons practically MEMORIZED. it’s a good time, and while i don’t know much about the superman comics (or any comics) it’s my....favorite? iteration of superman that i’ve seen? idk, i thought tom welling and kristin kreuk were the two most beautiful people i’ve ever seen in my life and i loved watching them make out. also michael rosembaum was an incredible lex luthor and i stand by that. i also find myself talking about this show a lot in real life.

6. lost: one thing about me is that i WILL go off about how the lost finale was good actually and NO they were not dead the entire time you idiot - at any given opportunity. it IS one of the five petty, inconsequential hills i will die on. it’s a good show with a good and fitting ending FIGHT ME ABOUT IT. also sawyer/juliet supremacy their reunion scene in the finale is the scene i compare all other romantic scenes to. nothing compares. scene of all time.

7. hey arnold: i know it’s a cartoon shut up! but consider this: it’s beautiful and good. i legitimately watch it all the time because it’s so funny and melancholy and sad and smart and the soundtrack slaps. also finally getting the jungle movie (which was a conclusion to a HUGE cliffhanger from my childhood) was proof that sometimes you can get closure, actually! this happened before reboots became unnecessary and exhausting leave me alone

8. supernatural: i watched this show after thee november fifth and it accidentally became my whole personality. i don’t even know.

honorable mentions: selfie abc (if you haven’t heard me whine about how it’s the one show in the world i actually want a reboot for you simply haven’t known me long enough); my mad fat diary (i will be thinking about finn writing ‘i love you’ on rae’s back for the rest of my life), ugly betty (i just love it a lot)

tagging: @bisansastarks @buttobstacle @mmaddens @richonnies @dwcas, @coachlasso @wordybee @ilarual @hauntedpearl @burgundyshoes @someoldlady @that-gender-bender @bananaleaves @korralone and anyone else who sees this and would like to do it!

#this was so fun thank you bestie!!!#tagging people who i think would enjoy this or that i would genuinely like to get to know/see what you say but again no pressure <33 #tumblr dot com #meme

22 notes · View notes

shedaresthedevil · 2 years

Text

Ghosts

Pairing; Matt Murdock X NB! ReaderOC

18+ MINORS DNI!!!!

Warnings : afab!reader, panic attacks, overstimulation, g*n violence, Sh**ting in a club setting, D.D level violence, blood, suggestive language, graphic wound depiction/ bullet digging, S.A(not heavily detailed, but it is technically in there), GAY, closeted gay, two idiots continuing to pine after each other, and *AHEM* “we kissed but it didn’t mean anything” angst, Matt Murdock spiraling/having a depressive moment.

PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE BE SAFE.

Based on this ask from @loki-silver-tongued-god : “How long did you think you could hide this from me?/ This is going to hurt/ You’re covered in blood, need to tell me something?”

The song title this is based on is GHOSTS by Fate. I suggest putting it on when the ⚸ appears, the symbol is also a link to the song for convenience.

As usual, I will be continuing to edit even after posting. So if you see a mistake, no you didn't.

Tell me your favorite line? Please?

@matt-erialgirl @freshabogados @loki-silver-tongued-god @e-dubbc11 @lexlovescoffee @pleasedin @candyello @carisi-sonny @sobachka-korol @1800-fight-me @mydeerprongsie1960 @alrighty-matty

“Marci does not call Foggy foggy bear. There’s no way.”

You shook your head in disbelief.

“No, it’s one hundred percent true, I swear.” Matt laughed, nudging your arm playfully.

The two of you were walking down the block to Fable Grounds, your friend's coffee shop that you had gone to on the day you had met. You had to park several blocks away as it was nearly 9 P.M and the streets were full. It was a Friday night, and the city was hectic and vibrant, even in the darkness and cold of early fall. Matt was shocked that you had pulled your platform boots out of the trunk to change into. Even more so when they made you almost as tall as he was.

“This is… different.”

“Don’t tell me you're intimidated because we’re almost the same height now, Matt.”

“Not at all, I’m just used to having to put my head further down to look at you is all.”

“Whether I am 5’3 or 5’7, I can still take you, Matt. Do we need to go back to my basement?” you teased, a smirk of your own forming.

You had both been training with each other in your basement, and since your last bout, there had been some…tension. It had ended with you pinning Matt to the floor and him tapping out, only to flip you over seconds later. You couldn’t help but be impressed by his physical strength, even if he had cheated.

“You still tapped out. I still won.” you huffed, trapped beneath him.

“I don’t recall doing that.”

“Oh, so you getting frustrated because I had you pinned down thirty seconds ago didn’t happen?”

“Are you calling a blind man a liar?” he replied, feigning offense.

You wrapped your legs around his, turning the tide once again.

"I would never."

Matt continued to tease you, and you turned it back on him like you always did. Matt could hear the thrum of noise coming from various clubs along the block, generous in their vibrations.

"Oh my gods I can almost smell the tea - "

You stopped mid sentence, pulling Matthew into an alleyway.

"What just happened? What did you see?"

You peeked your head around the corner, confirming what you had sworn was your eyes playing tricks on you.

"Jonathan Walts just walked into the club half a block away. "

Matt straightened, understanding. With Fisk put away, Walts had been plotting a grab for control.You had both been trying to track him down for weeks. A lot of your intel had fallen through, or had changed at the last moment. And now? He had walked into your sight line, practically gift wrapped.

"What are you thinking- I can hear the gears turning in your head." He said, shifting closer to you.

"That we should take this opportunity and not look a gift horse in the mouth." You whispered, already plotting.

And then it hit you. The club that he had walked into, was the club you had met …

You shook your head, and the thought, away. Matt tilted his head, mulling it over.

“While I don’t disagree, we’re not exactly dressed for that.”

Matt had a solid point; neither of you had your suits and you couldn’t risk exposing who you both were.

“You’re right. By the time we get ready Walts could be gone. We’ll figure it out.” you agreed, coming back out from the alley with Matt close behind you.

He looped his arm back through yours, his cane tapping rhythmically as you walked. Matt paused again, turning to you.

“What if we don’t have to be our darker halves? What if we just went in as ourselves?” he suggested.

“Won’t it be too loud in there for you anyway? I don’t want you to get over-stimulated. Also, you are not dressed for that either. ” you critiqued, taking in his suit.

He spread his arms wide, pretending to be affronted.

“I think I’m dressed quite nicely thank you.”

You took a step back, assessing. He had worn the black suit today, black tie, and black suspenders because his belt had broken the day before.

“We have to make some adjustments once we’re inside, but I think I can make it work. What’s your plan, counselor?”

The beautiful, lopsided grin you had grown to love appeared.

“We go in, we find out where he’s going to be next. We work the room, find out who his contacts are and we get out. Simple.”

You nodded.

“It always sounds simple, doesn’t it? Then the plan goes to shit. Are you sure you’re going to be okay? It is very loud in there, lots of noise, lots of lights, and a lot of scents. I can go in alone.”

“I’m a big boy. I can handle it. If I can handle a party at Columbia I think I can deal with this. Besides, you can’t go in alone. Partners in crime, remember?”

You grinned, shaking your head.

“Hold still, Matt.”

You were fussing with his hair, ruffling it into a less uniform shape in the hidden closet by the front entrance.

“How did you even know this was here?”

“I used to come to this place a lot in college. Back when I had less self preservation and more anxiety. I can guarantee from the looks of the inside that the recent employees don’t know it’s here. That works in our favor. Shirt and tie off.” You explained, hanging his jacket on a hanger and placing his glasses and folded cane on a shelf.

Matt raised an eyebrow, but complied.

“Very forward of you, Sweetheart.”

“Don’t let it go to your head. I’m trying to help you be the least inconspicuous you can be.” You replied, reaching forward to drop his suspenders and untuck his shirt.

Now in only a black t-shirt, black pants and shoes, Matt looked positively normal.

“Excellent. Let’s go.” ‘

You tightened the strap of the bag on your thigh, and opened the door. Leading Matt to the bar, you ordered two drinks; a simple coke for each of you. Easy to pass off as a rum and coke should the need for you to act intoxicated arise.

“You used to come here a lot, huh? What for?” he shouted, trying to be loud enough for you to hear over the bass.

“To get away and to practice my ASL. I had the thought that doing lyrics would help me remember better. They play more electronic music now with fewer words. They used to just play top 40 remixes.” you explained, handing Matt his drink.

The two of you pretended to drink, laugh, and smile as you surveyed the room, looking for your target. A flash of dark hair, shining in the blue and violet lights, caught your eye. The girl turned and it wasn’t her. You knew it wasn't her- that was impossible; She was dead. But that didn’t stop the memories from surfacing.

What’s your name? She signed, a dazzling smile across her face.

“Me?” you signed back, while also audibly saying the word.

You painstakingly slowly signed out the letters of your name. You were not fast at signing, and the girl seemed to pick up on this.

“I am D-A-N-I-E-L-L-E. Are you hard of hearing or deaf?”

You placed your index and middle finger together in an H, making it bounce in a lowercase N shape. You then pointed toward her, making sure your face conveyed a question.

“Hard of hearing. You?”

Danielle responded by touching her cheek with her finger, just near her ear and arching it, ending near her mouth.

"Deaf."

“Sorry, ” you began, rubbing your fist against your chest in a circular motion, “I am still l-e-a-r-n-i-ng. Not fast. I will try to keep up.”

Danielle merely smiled again and then asked you if you wanted to dance. You held out your fist and nodded it, as though it were your head. The pair of you took to the floor and lost yourself in the music.

“Can I ask you something?” you signed after several minutes.

Danielle nodded, anticipating you to tiptoe around a question like everyone else did.

“If deaf, why here? You can’t hear the music?”

Danielle admired your boldness, even if your signing was in a shorthand of sorts. She would have to fix that.

“I don’t need to hear it. I can feel it. I come here to feel the vibrations. I can help you learn if you want.”

“That makes sense. I love the rumble in my chest at concerts. Really? You sure? I don’t want to take up your time.”

“It’s whatever. I’m here every Friday. Besides, I think you’re pretty cool.”

“It’s grey? And Friday sounds good.”

Danielle shook her head.

“Not grey, ” she explained, exaggerating the motion. “W-h-a-t-e-v-e-r.”

“Oh. Yeah those look the same sometimes.”

For several weeks, you met with Danielle. You drank, and danced, and signed for hours to Taylor Swift, Twenty One Pilots, and Bastille. The second and third becoming your favorite, the first and third becoming hers. One night, many months in , Quarter Past Midnight came on, and Danielle’s face lit up. She recognized it immediately from the first line you signed. It was her absolute favorite, and you had been practicing it tirelessly, wanting to get it right for this very moment.

At the bridge of the song, her hands reached out, ceasing yours in your movement. She was so …close to you, even for the fact that you were dancing together.

“Dani?” you asked, feeling her hand reach out and caress your face.

Your heart was beating wildly, and the way she was looking at you...

“No,” you thought, “this has to be a joke.”

You must have looked frightened, because she dropped your hand. Danielle pulled away, embarrassed.

“I’m sorry. I must have misread the situation.” she started to walk away.

“Wait.” you said, even though she couldn’t hear you. You placed your hand on her shoulder, hoping she would stop and turn around.

“Do you…like me?”

She shook her head, rolling her eyes.

“Of course I like you. I thought you liked me too. I guess I was wrong.”

“I do. I do like you. I just haven’t ever been with a girl. I mean- I like girls, I like people for people, gender doesn’t matter to me. I just- I’m scared.” you signed, hastily, stumbling over your words even though they weren’t verbal.

“My parents don’t know I’m gay.” she signed, tears filling her eyes.

“I won’t tell. I just thought maybe it was an elaborate joke.” you admitted.

Danielles tears fell down her cheeks, and you found yourself reaching out, wiping them away.

“I’m just not used to people liking me, and being genuine. I always get hurt or it has been a joke the entire time.”

“How could anyone do that? Who wouldn’t like you, Wallflower?”

You blushed at the term of endearment she had given you, now knowing that it meant more. Your anxiety continued to spike, and you started signing faster than you ever had.

“I don't know? Because I talk too much or too loud or I’m too intense and I like so many different things and I can't seem to-”

Danielles hands reached out for yours once again, stopping your spiral. You were breathing hard, trying to get your nerves under control. She placed your hands on her upper chest, keeping her own over yours. Dani kept them there until you had calmed, feeling the beat of her heart beneath your fingers. She smiled, moving her head downward to touch her forehead to yours. Her hands found your waist, pulling you closer, your noses touching lightly against each other.

And then it happened. Her lips were on yours, and electricity crackled through your body. She was soft… and kind, and she wanted you.

“You still with me?”

Matt’s voice disrupted your reverie. You shook your head, trying to refocus.

“Yeah, sorry. I must have zoned out.” you signed while you spoke, even though it was hard even for you to see in this room.

It was not, however, hard to find Jonathan Walts. He was in a back corner, sitting in a private booth with a myriad of servers bringing drinks to him and his associates.

“There. We need to get closer so you can hear. ” You abandoned your drink, taking hold of Matthew’s hand and leading him onto the floor.

“I hope you brought your dancing shoes, Matt.”

Dancing your way through the floor was the only way to get closer without becoming immediately suspicious.

Matt had started to become overwhelmed, but he did not want to admit it to you after having assured you that he would be fine. You needed him, and you both needed this information. He shoved it down, trying to ignore it.The sheer volume of the music and pulses in the room were becoming too much. He simply stood there as you started to move your body, swaying and twisting your hips and hands.

“Put your hands on me.”

He tilted his head, forcing his brow to raise.

“Put them on yourself.” he replied, hoping his usual cocky tone would mask the tremor in his voice. The amount of moving, the mingling of body heat, sweat, perfume, and alcohol was so overbearing. Matt felt himself begin to rise in temperature, a cold sweat forming on his body.

“Fine.”

You placed one of his hands on your collar bone, and the other on your hip. Matt remained an arms length away from you, unmoving. You rolled your body forward, now moving against him. Your face was buried in his neck, and your hand swept through his hair.

“We need to blend or we’re-”

And then you noticed how cold he felt. The heavy breathing. The rampant thrum of his heart rate against your face. You pulled away just far enough to look at him.

“Matt what’s happening? Talk to me, walk me through it.”

“I- I don’t know what’s happening. My mind's racing- I can't think straight. My heart feels like it’s going to come through my chest.”

He confirmed what you had feared.

“Matt, you're having a panic attack. We need to leave. We’ll find another way.” you had begun to pull away, but Matt’s other hand found your opposite hip, and he was digging in so hard you knew it would bruise. The best way to help him now was to get him out of the environment that was causing the panic.

He shook his head frantically.

“No, this is our best chance. I won’t ruin it. How do I stop this?”

Matt’s voice was full of trepidation; he had never had a full blown panic attack as an adult. He began to shake, holding you even tighter, as though you were his anchor.

“Normally I would walk you through a grounding process with your senses, but the things that I would use to do that are the ones causing you distress. Focus on me, on my voice if you can.” you explained, still swaying to appear less out of place.

You had read something the other day when you were brushing up on techniques for coping with anxiety. You weren’t sure it would help, and you couldn’t do so without his consent. Your hands moved up to either side of his neck. You had to do something if Matt would not agree to leave.

⚸⚸⚸⚸⚸⚸⚸⚸⚸⚸⚸⚸⚸⚸⚸⚸⚸⚸⚸⚸⚸⚸⚸⚸⚸⚸⚸⚸⚸⚸⚸⚸⚸⚸⚸⚸⚸⚸⚸⚸⚸⚸ ⚸⚸⚸⚸⚸⚸

“Can I try something? Do I have your permission?”

Matt’s tongue flicked out nervously, but he nodded.

“Yes, anything. Just make it stop.” he gasped between breaths.

You were coming even closer to him, oh so close. He began to panic for a different reason.

He felt your lips collide with his, and he inhaled sharply against your mouth. Matt kissed you back, surrendering and giving you control. Everything stopped. There were no people, no immense amount of scents, no lights.

Only you.

He had thought about kissing you in various ways, but never like this. It was both better and worse. You were kissing him, yes, but not because you wanted to. Not because you wanted him, but because you were trying to help him. It did not mean anything more, because it could not be allowed to mean more. He pulled you closer, holding onto you like you were the very air he breathed.

You continued to kiss him until you felt his pulse drop, pulling away gently when you felt it was safe. Matt stared toward you, bewildered.

“I read yesterday that the shock of being kissed suddenly sometimes disrupts the triggers that are making someone panic. I guess it works.”

You felt for your keys, trying to find the small black cylinder that held your eargasms. Fumbling with the top, you finally got it open.

“Come here. Let me see your ears. They filter the sound so it won't be so loud. I have to use them for concerts to protect my ears. I’m sorry I didn't think of it before.”

You placed them in, seeing an immediate relief cross his face.

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to hear what I need to with these in.”

You ran your hand down his forearm, trying to comfort him.

“That’s okay. I’ll find out the old fashioned way.”

Before he had a chance to ask what that meant, you were gone. You fake stumbled, falling right into the booth of Jonathan Walts.

"Can I sssit here for a minute? The room is sspinning." You slurred your words, trying not to be too obvious. You leaned toward him, pressing your arms inward to accentuate your breasts. They were mostly in the way, but when it came to distracting men, they had their uses. Just as you thought, Walts looked purely at your chest as he spoke.

"Why sure sweetheart. I don't see why not. Move a little closer would you?" He replied, more of a demand than a question. Walts was accustomed to getting his way.

You did so begrudgingly, careful not to let it show on your face. He made your skin crawl with the use of the pet name. It was not like when Matt used it- it was condescending and possessive. Fortunately, that worked in your favor. You knew just how to work a man like Walts.

"Thanks for letting me sssit. Haven't I seen you somewhere before?"

You put on your best doe eyed expression and lilted your voice. Docile, easy to manipulate-that's the kind of woman a man like him wanted. You glanced over at Matt, who kept an ear turned toward you, even if he couldn't hear that well at the moment. You swore Walts visibley puffed up, inflated to be recognized, even if he was in hiding.

"You probably have, but I don't remember seeing you, pretty thing."

His fingers found their way under your chin, tilting your head upward toward him. You involuntarily shuddered, hoping he would misread it as a shiver of desire. He took the bait.

"I'm on my way to being the new Wilson Fisk, honey. I'd be happy to have a trophy like you on my arm when I rule this city."

You felt the bile gather in the back of your throat as you placed a hand on his chest, making sure to make the touch light and delicate like the wilting rose you were pretending to be.

"And how exactly do you plan on doing that? I won't tell." You purred, running your nails gently down the column of his neck.

"Oh, you won't even remember your name when we're done, let alone anything I tell you. So I'll indulge your curiosity," he whispered, as though he was doing you a favor. Walts came closer to your ear to continue, "I'm coming together with the Russians. Since they fell out with Fisk, they want nothing more than to pull one over on him and be on top. I have a very important meeting with them tomorrow evening."

You giggled, smiling for an altogether different reason.

"I know some more girls in my…profession. Would you and your fellow associates require some entertainment to celebrate your new partnership after the deal has been struck?"

Matt could feel how uncomfortable you were all the way from the bar. He was in awe of your ability to adapt so quickly, even in difficult situations. Matthew smiled to himself, turning back to his drink. He kept an ear turned toward your direction, just in case. And then he heard it. The sound of a slide being pulled back on a gun. It had happened directly behind him, as a man had passed. He was heading straight for you or rather, Walts.

“Let me write it down so we know where to be.”

He gave away the meeting place, just as you suspected he would.

Belvedere Hotel, top floor. West 48th.

“Our business should be finished around midnight, but don't come before then.”

You moved closer, making sure your lips touched his ear as you spoke.

“Oh, we won’t. But someone will be coming. Over and over again, if he’s a good boy.”

You fed into his energy, knowing you were heading in the right direction from his reaction. Walts was practically licking his chops, undressing you with his eyes at the implication of your sentence.

“I should go tell my friends to clear their schedules for tomorrow. See you then, handsome.”

You attempted to slide out of the booth, but his hands yanked you back down and into his lap. Your eyes searched for Matt at the bar, but he was missing. Your back was to him, pinned against his chest. You could feel the impact of your words beneath you, and gasped as his hands traveled up your body. Every nerve ending screamed at you to fight back, but you shoved it down, remembering more was at stake here than your disgust; you had a role to play.

“Why don’t you give me a taste of what I’m getting tomorrow, hmm?”

You had opened your mouth to reply, but you were interrupted by another person. A man had approached the booth, and Walts’s attention was focused elsewhere for the moment.

“Can’t you see I’m busy? Fuck off. ”

He waved his hand dismissively, placing his mouth back on your neck.

“Wilson Fisk sent me. He asks that you…reconsider your position.” the man stated plainly.

“Tell him the answer is no. He’s out of the picture now, and he still wants to try and influence others? To steal my rightful place at the top? No. Over my dead body.”

The man smiled, raising his pistol.

“If you insist.”

His finger went for the trigger, and he was aiming right for you. He would shoot through you to get to Jonathan Walts. Walts’s men raised their own weapons as the man was flanked by two others. Coward that he was, Walts continued to hold onto you, using you as a shield. No one in the club had noticed the scene unfolding-yet.

“You wouldn’t shoot another person just to get to me, would you? She’s done nothing. ”

“I’m afraid that will not deter me. That is unfortunate timing on your end, miss. ”

Your eyes widened; you felt the fear and the adrenaline sink in. If you made a sudden move to escape, they would most likely fire. If you moved or didn’t, they would still shoot.

“Please,” you pleaded, “let's take this outside. The innocent people in here don’t have to be caught in the cross-fire.”

“Aren’t you one of the innocent? Why not beg for your own life?” the man Fisk sent asked, curious.

“No one is truly innocent. But it’s not our place to say. Please.” your voice was shaking now. You had never been shot, and you didn’t want to know what it was like.

“A shame, really. Fisk sends his regards.”

The gun went off, the shot ringing out into the air as Matt tackled the man from behind. More shots were fired, the screaming began, and all hell broke loose inside the club.

Matt crawled to you, having wrestled the gun from the man's hands as the two parties fired off round after round in opposition. Walts had tossed you to the floor, opting for diving behind the booth for cover. Bullet casings rained down onto the floor, and the scent of blood flooded Matt’s senses. It was…everywhere. You were face down, hands covering the back of your head as you tried to stay low to the ground. His hand found yours, and you looked up, relief filled you at seeing him unharmed.

“Matty. Are you okay?”

He nodded, hearing how fast your heart was beating; you were terrified.

“Are you alright?”

“I-I think so. We need to get out of here or hide, whichever is easier.”

You glanced back towards the hidden closet, but the battle had moved in that direction. Most people had cleared out, but a few remained, hiding behind tables. Many of them were hurt, just as you had feared. Matt already knew what your mind was thinking.

"We have to get them out, while they're occupied. " you shouted over the music that was still blaring through the speakers.

He nodded in agreement, and the two of you stood. You felt it then. The pain in your side. You reached over, feeling your skin. It was wet, and your hand came back bloody. You had been hit, but hadn't felt it initially because of your fear. You smeared the blood back onto your jeans; You could deal with it later. Right now the people were your priority. Together, you guided them to the back exit.

You were doing one final sweep of the room when a shot narrowly missed Matt. You both ran, heading in the opposite direction, taking refuge in another closet. You locked the door from the inside, feeling the full range of the white hot pain the bullet lodged in your side was causing.

Matt's tongue crossed his lips, tasting the air.

"You're covered in blood, do you need to tell me something?"

You shrugged, and immediately regretted it.

"I… I got shot. " You whispered, agony wrenching through you.

Your eyes went wide again, hearing the men shout that they had to find you. You had seen too much.

"I won't let them find us. I promise. How long did you think you could hide this from me?"

A sheen of sweat had broken out across your brow.

"I was hoping for at least until we escaped, but that doesn't look like it's happening anytime soon. "

You winced as Matt's hands examined the wound, biting down hard on your lip to keep from crying out.

"It doesn't feel deep, but it is in there. We'll have to dig it out eventually."

You shook your head, your breath coming out in pants. The pain was searing through you. You would rather be hit repeatedly than continue to endure this; It felt like you were being torn apart.

"We could do it now. There's vodka- that can be used as an antiseptic. I have forceps in my bag. "

Matt's head tilted.

"Why? And I know how to treat a bullet wound, not how to dig it out without hurting you. We don’t have anything to cauterize the wound with either.."

"I use them to hold my nose ring since I have to bend it to take it out.. And I never said you were going to be the one to dig it out. I need you to hold me still. "

You reached for the highest proof of vodka you could find, smiling in victory as you also found a butane torch. You handed it over to Matt, struggling to crack the lid of the bottle.

"Are you sure you want to do this? We could go to the hospital instead."

You swayed, digging for your forceps in your bag, hands shaking as you poured vodka over them.

"We could be here for hours, and this pain is…unreal. It's like there's fire tearing up my bones and I need it out." you whimpered, trembling as you peeled your shirt away from your side.

Matthew nodded, understanding. He could hear the desperation in your voice, the pain. He had no clue how long it would take the men in the club to give up and leave.

“If I pass out we can’t leave, and I know you. You won’t leave me here even if I tell you to, you would be stubborn and stay.”

“You know me so well,” he remarked, sitting down against the one space along the wall that was bare, “If you sit down, I’ll be able to hold you still , and if you do pass out you’ll already be on the floor. ”

You couldn’t argue; it was sound logic. You held back a sob as you struggled to sit down between Matt’s legs. Even with the music so loud outside the door, you were afraid to give yourself away. Carefully, Matt wrapped his legs over you, hooking his ankles over yours to hold you in place. He placed one arm across your chest, anchoring onto the opposite shoulder.

You hissed through your teeth as you drenched the entry wound with the vodka, body jerking only slightly because Matt’s grip on you was so secure. Matt's other hand found its way into your hair, stroking gently. He whispered to you, voice smooth and soothing, in an attempt to distract you from the pain.

You took a trembling breath as you held onto your side, sinking the forceps into your flesh. That was nearly as bad as the pain the bullet itself was causing. You arched against Matt’s chest, and would have thrashed if he hadn’t been holding you. You tried your best to not dig around too hard or too much. You had only ever done this on a practice mannequin, but never yourself. Matthew heard the footsteps of one of the men down the hall, even through the music. His hand covered your mouth tightly, your tears cascading over his fingers. You were breathing so hard, your eyes widened toward the door. You stopped moving, stopped digging. Matt held you tighter as the sound drew ever closer. The shadow of the man's shoes crept beneath the door. You looked up at Matt, only to find him looking down at you, in his own way.

“We’re not going to die here.” he whispered in your ear, seeming to read your mind.

You nodded against his hand, jumping as the handle to the supply closet was jerked abruptly. The door shook with the multiple attempts to enter.

“The door is locked from the inside.” you reminded yourself, hoping that he would give up soon.

“That’s the liquor locker you idiot! It locks with a key, there’s no way they’re in there! Keep looking.” Another man shouted, and the man at the door retreated.

Matt's hand loosened against your mouth, and you both finally breathed again. You grasped the bullet with the forceps after several minutes of screaming against Matt’s skin, crying hard in relief as you finally removed it. A heavy sweat had broken out all over your body, and you were tired, so tired. Shoving both the bullet and glorified tweezers back into your bag, you crumbled against Matt.

“You did so well.” he praised, placing a kiss on the top of your head and removing his hand from your mouth. He had been afraid; afraid you would dig too deep, afraid you would bleed out and die, afraid he would lose you. He could not lose you, not after only kissing you once. He could not lose you at all.

“Are they still here?” you asked quietly, only hearing the beat of Midnight City echo through the back hallways.

The city is my church

It wraps me in its blinding twilight

“No, they’re still looking for us.”

You looked down at the torch, and then back to Matt. The thought of holding a flame to your body made your stomach turn, especially because of how Danielle had died.

“You’re going to have to cover my mouth again. I still have to cauterize my side.”

Your hand shook violently as you picked up the torch. You flicked on the gas switch and pulled the trigger. The flame illuminated the closet, hissing with butane. You angled it to your side, flinching as you felt the heat. Matt moved to place his hand back over your mouth when you shook your head.

“I cant… I can’t do it. I’m such a fucking coward. ” you mumbled, switching the torch off and setting it down.

Your voice shook, memories of that night filling your head.

Matt scoffed in disbelief.

“You just put yourself in an uncomfortable situation, got shot, still helped people out of the building, and dug a bullet out of your body. You are the furthest thing from a coward, sweetheart. I can do it for you, if you need me to. ”

You nodded, taking hold of his arm that was still across your body.

“It should only take a few seconds, just until it seals and the bleeding stops. I’ve done this before.”

You let out a small laugh, imagining it.

“Oh really, on who? Yourself?”

“No, on a dying member of the Russian mob. This is going to hurt.” he replied, picking up the torch and resting his free hand over your lips.

Matt asked you if you were ready, and you nodded in confirmation. Carefully, he aimed the flame towards your wound and the steady steady stream of blood that flowed from it. Between the pain of the bullet that had been inside you, the pain of digging it out, and the pain of the fire scorching your skin, you fainted within seconds of Matt holding it to your flesh. You had barely let out a scream before you collapsed against his chest.

……………………………………………………………………………………………......

You awoke what felt like mere moments later, still in the closet. Your side was sufficiently burned, but no longer bleeding. The music had ceased with no disk jockey to continue playing.

“How long was I gone?”

“Only about ten minutes. I think the police are heading this way. I can hear the sirens. The men that are left are starting to leave because they can hear them too. ”

“We should get moving , I want a shower. ”

You stood, wavering in your balance for only a moment. Matt’s arm found your waist, supporting you. The pair of you waited only long enough for Fisk’s men to leave, then exited the closet. Gathering your belongings, you both made the trek back to your car. You sank into the seat, your head falling against the headrest as you turned the key in the ignition. Pulling away from the curb, you began to cry again, finally allowing yourself to feel what you needed to.

“I’m going to drop you off first and then I’m going home. I need a shower, I feel disgusting from having his hands all over me. Like I was his property, I can still smell the overly expensive cologne he was drenched in on me. ” you shuddered, shifting gears again.

Matt felt a rush of guilt overtake him. He felt it sink into his bones, into his soul.

“I’m sorry I panicked. You would not have had to be in that position at all if I had just kept it together.”

You exhaled hard, stopping at a red light.

“Matthew Murdock. Don’t you ever apologize for something like that again. I knew exactly what was going to happen when I went over there. Men like Jonathan Walts aren’t hard to read. You coming down from a panic attack does not constitute guilt on you. Do you understand me?”

He nodded, knowing there was no arguing with you when your therapist tone was in full effect.

“Do you want to just shower at my apartment and stay with me? I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to be alone, at least until you’ve gotten some rest.”

You mulled it over, considering. Your house was just on the edge of Hell’s Kitchen, and in the opposite direction of Matt’s building. You were exhausted, and Matt had a solid point that you shouldn’t be alone. It was taking everything you had to stay awake enough to drive.

“Okay, I’ll stay with you tonight.”

………………………………………………………………………………………….....

Matt sat down on the roof, the wind blowing harshly against his face. He had failed you, and those people on so many levels. It did not matter if the shoot out would have happened regardless of the two of you being there. It did not matter that you had absolved him of his guilt. His depression was running untamed and unchecked in his mind, much deeper than his catholic guilt. It was his fault you were put in a position to be assaulted. It was his fault that you had been harmed, in more ways than one. All because he could not control his own body.

He sighed, reaching for his phone out of his pocket and asking google for the time. Another wave of regret washed over him as it gave him the time and date.

Four months since he had buried Elektra. That was his fault too. Everything was his fault.

He turned at the sound of the roof access door opening. It was you, hair wet and dressed in his sweats, his jacket, and a tank top you had found in your car. Your scent intertwined with his perfectly. Under different circumstances, he would have been more than pleased to know you were wearing his clothes.

“Shower’s free if you want it.” you said, smiling as you sat beside him.

Your smile faded as you picked up on Matt’s mood. You reached your hand out, touching his shoulder.

“Is everything okay?”

Matt swallowed, tongue sliding out before he spoke.

“It’s my fault that you got hurt. That those people got hurt. That Elektra is dead. All of it is my fault.”

Your hand found his face, and his fingers laced between yours, warm in the cold night air.

“Matt, listen to me. None of those things are your fault. Your brain is lying to you.”

You had found that the best way to get through to Matt when he was going through an episode was to speak in direct facts, appeal to the logical side of his brain.

“I got hurt because I laid it on too thick for Walts and he got greedy. That’s on me. That gun fight would have happened regardless of whether or not we were there.”

Matt took in a shaky breath, tears filling his eyes.

“She’s been dead for four months and I still feel like this.”

You moved, now kneeling in front of him.

“There is no timeline on grief, Matthew. There is no cure, no hole to fill. It just is. If it was a villain that I could fight for you, I would do it in a heartbeat, without a second thought. But I am here to lean on, just like you are for me. You hide it well, but I still see you Matt. Have you ever… considered medication? To help balance you out? It’s not my first choice, but having depression is hard enough without piling grief on top of it. I know how much she meant to you, Matt.”

Matt had talked about Elektra with you multiple times on slow nights, telling stories about college, how she had left after he refused to kill Roscoe Sweeney, and how Stick had manipulated them both. She had utterly destroyed him over and over again, and still he loved her.

“I tried medication in college, and it helped for a little while.”

You dropped your head, predicting why he had stopped.

“It interferes with your abilities, doesn’t it?”

Matt nodded, wiping his face on the back of his hand.

“And you would rather suffer than allow the people of Hell’s Kitchen to be defenseless.”

He smiled weakly, nodding again.

"I know I'm not Elektra. That's not a void that I can fill. I'm not trying to replace her. I know that I can't- there isn't a soul on this earth that could do that. But I want to help shoulder some of your pain. If I can help you see that you are good, and that not everything is your fault, I want to-"

Matt cut you off; It was too much. He could not do this right now. He didn’t deserve your empathy or your friendship, especially when it only got you hurt.

"We don't need to talk about this. Elektra is gone. I know that. It was my fault. If I can’t even protect one person, what good am I?"

"She made her own choices, Matt. Just like I make mine. She did that, for you, because she loved you." you reasoned, pleading with him to listen to you.

He raked his hands roughly through his hair, frustrated with himself. You hated hearing him talk about himself like this.

"Why are we having this discussion? I don't-"

It was your turn to interrupt him, your eyes burning with your own tears.

"Because I lost my Elektra too. I lost her. She is GONE. " You whispered, your hand wrapping around the blue goldstone crystal that hung around your neck. It was the only thing you had left of her.

And there it was. It was out in the open now, and there was no turning back.

“I don’t even know where she’s buried, Matt.”

#shedaresthedevil #matt murdock #daredevil #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock fic #daredevil fic #marvel #matthewmichealmurdock #matthewmurdockhasachokingkink

74 notes · View notes

brightgnosis · 1 year

Text

Thanksgiving yesterday was great. I'm so glad I took the advice from the 1930's research I did leading up to it, and started prepping everything 3 days early. Because it really did make everything go so much more smoothly outside of all of my Mother in Law's ridiculous meddling in things. She finally calmed down the day before, however, and it made everything easier (even if it did pick back up the day of, and we all had to remove her from the kitchen because she wouldn't keep her hands out of my pots).

Because I had to make so many concessions to my menu with her meddling, I made up for it by actually looking up a 1930's place setting (technically 1925, but close enough). And I had just enough China to do it, too- though I did find out in the process that I'm missing a few plates for my 8 serve Magnolia set and I don't actually have the complete place settings like I thought I did. But I set he table with it, and even folded some napkins into actual shapes.

For the record, when they suggest Linen "or another crisp fabric", they're genuinely not saying it for their health 🤣 The napkins my Mother in Law picked were beautiful, but they were thick cotton and even on the highest setting it took me about 20+ minutes to press all 8 of them enough they'd finally at least vaguely hold the shape properly 😭 And I wasn't even doing anything complicated. Just use "crisp fabric" napkins. Trust me.

It took some convincing to get people to try a couple of the things- like the Carrot Marmalade that I got from @therecipelibrary's postings (which was amazing, even if it took a few tries to par the recipe down properly to a single serving and I had to cheat with a bit of Orange Gelatin to get it to work then). But once they did, everyone was pleasantly surprised by how good it was. My Husband, who hates Spinach, even really enjoyed the Creamed Spinach and Pearl Onions (I did, too; aside from being a little short on seasoning, it's actually really good and I'll have to keep making that).

Apparently I did really well on the Ham, too, despite it bein my first time to ever cook a ham. And the 1930's Onion, Clove, Cider, and Brown Sugar glaze that I did for it went over well with my Husband; I didn't dry it out, either, like I was concerned I would because it was pre-smoked (none of the small ones we could find came raw, but that worked out because I really didn't have time for the nonsense of cooking the whole thing, frankly).

There was so much food overall, though, that none of us actually wound up getting dessert. But for my part, I did fairly well doing exactly what I wanted to and making just enough for everyone. So we didn't wind up having very much in the way of leftovers for what I made.

And I didn't wind up vomiting last night. So score one for the first time I've made it through a holiday feast since being diagnosed with CAG, without a flair! 🥂🎉 I'm so damned happy about that! But oh wow I am so absolutely tired today ... Not flared, thankfully (though definitely Fibro sensitive). But definitely very freaking worn out to the point I can barely stay awake.

I did realize, however, when setting up my Modrana Altar today, however ... That I may have accidentally left my Beeswax tapers over at my old Covenmate's whenever I was there for Halloween (and if not, then I genuinely have no idea where they could be, because they're not in any of my supply boxes ... And today's Black Friday (Capitalist nightmare extraordinaire 🤮), so it's going to be difficult to convince my Husband to take me to Walmart after work in order to pick up some cheap ones so I can still do the ritual offerings 😬 I'm incredibly annoyed by that, because now that means I've missed every single event and holiday this month.

Oh well. You win (or celebrate) some ... And you don't. That's just life.

7 notes · View notes

sensitive-trait · 2 years

Note

🌧 & 📆 ?

Hello lovely 🥰 Good choices!

🌧️: Time for a movie marathon on a rainy day. Pick your top 5 movies to watch!

Okay, this is technically cheating but the Twilight saga hands down. I am a die-hard twilight fan and rainy days work perfect for the twilight vibe ✨

But some other notable mentions: Princess Diaries, Corpse Bride, Addams Family, Water for Elephants and any of the Friday the 13th movies

📆: Is there any event or upcoming activity you look forward to?

My boyfriend and I are planning a trip to France towards the end of the year! The Palace of Versailles has been on my bucket list since I was really little (yes I was a weird kid lol) so I'm so excited!

#answered #aheathen-conceivably

2 notes · View notes

braxbrowastaken · 8 months

Text

I'd like to make an announcement.

Noise expressions are pain. Holy shit.

ClaustOrephobic, my mod, is built ENTIRELY using the data stage, and so it uses them heavily.

You might ask why the mod needs more work. It was working fine and there hasn't been a major version update since then to break it, especially not one that touched autoplaces. You would be correct. This basically all started from some minor bug fixes. Allowing enemies to expand again, allowing trees to spawn more than once in a blue moon, so on and so forth.

Cliff spawning, however... is not nearly so easy to fix. Factorio has hardcoded behavior for cliff generation, and the generation takes place after everything else generates. This generation uses a hard-coded collision mask, not the collision mask of the cliffs, so ClaustOrephobic's ore generation will always block the cliffs as long as it is present in the same place Factorio tries to generate cliffs.

It's not impossible to fix from my end though. I just have to get out of the way.

Problem is... to do that, I basically have to reconstruct the cliff generation from scratch or generate an additional surface for each surface my mod acts upon and copy the cliffs over. ClaustOrephobic doesn't use control-stage programming and I am NOT going to start now. The whole point of this mod is to be a purely data-stage implementation of DangOreous, with my own spin. Generating duplicate surfaces and copying the cliffs over would compromise this point.

So reconstructing the cliff generation from scratch it is!

I hate myself. Why do I have to be so damn stubborn and obsessive about this shit.

Anyway. That means I need to create four copies of every used elevation function and do so algorithmically so that it can adapt to any other mod's nonsense, because that's another point of ClaustOrephobic: the best fucking mod compatibility I can make. These four copies need to be placed at the corners of possible cliff locations, so I can know when the necessary elevation thresholds are crossed on the edges (because according to old Friday Facts and the documentation, the edges are where the elevation matters) so that I can then remove all ore from that area if a cliff generates there... before the cliffs generate.

Oh did I mention I have to automatically repeat this process for every single cliff type (vanilla has 1) and create an associated setting for each copy. And then I have to override these settings during startup so the world generates properly using control-stage programming.

Yes, I'm going to have to cheat my rule slightly. But technically the rule is 'no runtime', so running stuff at save start is fine by me.

Man, my life would be so much easier if I could just alter collision masks for cliffs or have Factorio automatically remove ores obstructing cliffs. But nooooooo.

Instead I have to do this nonsense.

#factorio #factorio modding

0 notes

hellothere-generalangsty · 3 years

Note

Hi! I saw that your requests are open so here I am.

Could you write something about Fives and gn!reader that are simply good friends and want to spend some time together? Maybe some fun night on Courscant? If not, that is totally ok.

Have a nice day! 💚

Fives - Shooting Star

Summary: Fives decided to sneak out with you during his night off, and you decide to break a rule or two to make him happy.

Pairing: Fixes x reader (platonic)

Reader description: gn!reader

Word Count: 1357 words

CW/ TW: Fluff. Fives being Fives. Reader and Fives being besties :D (and a bit Chaotic™ too hehe)

Tags: @chaoticvampirejedi @loth-wolffe @m-o-o-n-s-g-o-o-n-s @dusk-dawn-and-stars @tacticalsparkles @imalovernotahater @canwestayinthisdream @wakeupjackthisisntfair @namesmox @badbatch-simp24 @lightning-wolffe @maddieskywalker @for-the-love-of-clones @m-e-w-117 @99squad @ladykatakuri @techssexythighs

@firelordillyria @andiebell2023

Notes: hey friends ! This is huuu the launching of Fives Friday, because I love him so much I need to dedicate the best day of the week to the best man out there. Also yeah we need more platonic touches because holding hand and cuddling is cool. Hope you'll enjoy it KVJ 💙

"You know, I've never really had the chance to see the city from up there."

His voice was soft, a marked contrast with how loud and noticeable it was a few seconds ago, when you both came out of the restaurant laughing.

"Do you want to see it?" You offered with a smile; familiar, encouraging.

"Can we?"

You rolled your eyes at his question; since when did he - and more importantly, you - cared about what you could do or not. None of the things that had happened so far were technically allowed; you and him, sneaking out after curfew, going to the restaurant, getting along so well. The list could go on.

"Who's stopping us?"

He didn't break eye contact when a warm embrace closed around his hand. He was used to it, it became something familiar, something he could rely on; a sign of closeness he shared with you, only you.

He let you guide him through the crowd of people keeping the streets of Coruscant so busy, even at such an hour, and trusted you with whatever plan you had come up with to see the city.

It was obvious that you couldn't go with your speeder, nor could you magically fly to the highest building. So you had to go the old-fashioned way.

"Stairs?"

"Yep. Stairs. Don't worry we're not gonna turn it into a race."

You absolutely intended to turn it into a race. Maybe it was through your wanna-be-friendly smile, or the way you stared at him a second more than needed, or how you were already walking up a few stairs as you were talking to him; but you needed to make it a competition for some reason.

Fives got the memo, took a few steps to catch up with you and the next thing you knew, you were pushed against the wall, the sensation of tickles still fresh against your waist, his laugh echoing in the building, mixed up with his footsteps and low panting from the effort.

"Hey! That’s cheating!" You tried to catch up with him, and if he kept laughing this way you probably would.

"Yeah, like you didn't try to cheat in the first place!"

You didn't count how many steps or how many "wait for me!" and "hurry up!" there were; and by the end of it you were too tired to care.

When you reached the roof door, Fives was sitting against the wall, panting but proudly smiling, and the low "beat'd you" made you frown in outrage. You shrugged, barely accepting your defeat, and though the desire to push his hand aside and walk out dramatically hit you strongly when he raised his arm, asking for help to get up, you didn't act on it.

Instead, you grabbed his hand firmly, pulling as strongly as possible to help him get up, and in return he made sure to keep your hand in his as he turned to the door.

If you didn't know him better, you'd have thought he was feeling nervous.

"Okay, let's do this." he whispered, to himself more than to you, and in a firm movement, pushed the door open.

Billions of colourful stars, glowing, flickering in shades of green and blue and red, keeping the city alive and busy, bathed in these neon lights and huge holo-ads.

He walked closer to the edge wall, eyes wide open, lips slightly parted; almost ready to say something, but stopped right before the words get to his tongue. A soft blue glow framed his face as he stopped to get a better look at the ocean of light floating under him.

"Blue really is your colour." you whispered as you leaned on the guardrail.

He remained silent for a long moment; and you knew there was nothing awkward about it. Most of the time, these silences were welcomed and cherished; they were offering some peace of mind when life was being to overwhelming and noisy. You were his anchor as much as he was yours.

"I'm hu- I'm glad we're friends."

It took you a second to snap back to reality, turn your head, and notice he was still looking at the glowing city, arms crossed on the barrier.

"Me too."

You knew he didn't like the expression, representing - for him - "a lack of vocabulary or honesty"; but this time it was different.

There was nothing more to add. Or maybe there was so much, and these two words could somehow convey everything with the simplicity needed at the moment.

A lack of vocabulary, indeed.

When your arm came around his waist, and your head pressed against his shoulder, he returned the embrace. He loved the casual intimacy in your friendship, how reliable you were, how human you made him feel.

Sometimes it was hard. Tonight felt easy.

The stars, the neon, you, that delicious meal from the restaurant, that race in the staircase. A bit of nothing and everything, a bit of yearning and happiness. Tonight he could have what seemed like a faded dream every other night. A moment of normalcy, of humanity. A moment with his best friend.

Tonight you could have that too. Life on Coruscant - contrary to popular belief - wasn't always bright and amazing, most of the time it wasn't so hard to see through the illusions of grandeur and beauty; these moment's with Fives were anchoring you to a truth, a reality that no illusion could distort.

A thin bold of white light flashed in the sky, and the slight movement of Fives’ head indicated you that he saw it to.

“Make a wish.” you barely whispered, your eyes closing to help you focus on your own thought.

A few seconds passed, drowned by the ambient noises of the city, until he asked.

“What did you ask for?”

“Can’t tell you, it would cancel it.”

A single chuckle vibrated in his chest and against your cheek. He insisted, his smile audible, amused.

“Okay, okay… I asked for you to stop cheating when we race each other.”

“You are a terrible person.”

“I’ve been told.”

A second, then a few giggles from the both of you, and that comfortable silence again.

“I’ve wished for something nice. That’s all I can say.” you conceded.

“Now I’m the terrible person.”

His smile grew wider as you pushed him away, sighing with exasperation and a pinch of amusement. He as quick to bring you back against him, this time holding you tight in his arms, leading you into a sort of dance that mostly consisted of turning round and trying not to fall.

“Haa! You know I’m joking, right?” he comforted you in a laugh. “I could never do something mean like that. I care about you.”

“You mean you wouldn’t be able to sleep tight if your wish were to come true!” your finger pressed against his chest, accusatory yet friendly.

“Guilty as charged!” he raised his hands in the air, and caught you just in time before you fell backward. “Careful, we still have to go downstairs and hang out at that board game shop.”

He rested his arm on your shoulder, but waited for you to decide on whether you wanted to stay some more or leave for the shop. His eyes followed yours when you threw a last glance at the city; filling your memories with billions of colourful stars and ambient noises, engraving that precious feeling of belonging, of happiness, remembering your wish.

“Right, our night barely started!” You gave him a small nudge, a pretext to let go of him and run to the door. “Last one down there is a battle droid!”

His eyes opened wide at the challenge, calling you back, your screams and laughs echoing in the building, trying not to fall, failing to keep a straight face at the names and made-up insults he was shouting as you were getting closer to the main door.

As far as you were concerned, as long as you would be around each other, none of you wouldn’t need no shooting star to make your wishes come true.

#mesa writes #arc trooper fives x reader #fives #fives x reader #arc trooper fives #star wars #the clone wars #tcw fic #sw fic #fives friday #fives my beloved #chaoticvampirejedi 💗#hope you'll like it!

62 notes · View notes

aurumacadicus · 3 years

Text

Pride Pocket9--A-Romance

Friendly reminder I’m bad at titles. This is a fic featuring aromantic Tony with his queer-platonic life partner, Rhodey! Rhodey does not identify as aromantic but he’s perfectly happy with what he has with Tony.

I’ve never written this before so hopefully it’s okay 😬

“Rhodey,” Tony said, storming into the common room. “I can’t believe I’m cheating on you!”

Jim spewed his coffee all over Carol. “What?!” he coughed, lifting his hand to wipe his mouth with the back of it.

“Carol, hello, I would not have burst in like that if I’d known you were here,” Tony said, immediately calming down. He grabbed someone’s sweatshirt from the back of the couch and offered it to her. “Sorry about the coffee.”

“It’s fine,” Carol replied, taking the shirt and wiping her face with it. “I’m invested now. You can’t believe you’re cheating on Jim.”

“I can’t believe I’m cheating on you, Rhodey!” Tony repeated, spinning to face him.

Jim stared at him, thought about scowling, then decided against it—it would only encourage him. Instead, he sighed and leaned back in his seat, taking another careful sip of coffee. “Who are you cheating on me with? It’s going to decide how much alimony I ask for in the divorce.”

Tony stared at him, considering, then flopped onto the other couch. “It’s no fun if you don’t get mad,” he muttered petulantly into the cushion. “I’m gonna tell the judge you don’t meet my emotional needs.”

“You’ve got, like, two emotional needs that you need met and I cater to both of those,” Jim scoffed. “You’re either sad and want cuddles or you’re hungry and want pancakes.”

“I’d argue that the second one isn’t even emotional,” Carol said, amused.

“Shut up, Carol,” Tony hissed, pulling a throw pillow over his head.

Jim rolled his eyes when Carol raised her eyebrows at him, getting up to walk around the coffee table to sit beside Tony on the other couch. “The hungry and want pancakes things is definitely emotional. Can’t explain why though. Okay,” he added to Tony, running a hand up and down his back. “I’m taking you seriously now. Who are you cheating on me with?”

Tony whipped around, throwing the pillow off. “The magazines say that I’m banging the entirety of the Avengers!”

“Fuck!” Carol choked, diving onto the floor to dodge the pillow. “You weren’t even looking, what the fuck!”

“Sorry,” Tony said, not sounding sorry at all. “Anyway. Apparently Clint spilled the beans and all of the Avengers run train on my ass.”

Jim tried hard not to smile. “I mean, can you blame them? With an ass like this?”

“Of course not,” Tony sniffed, offended. “My ass is a treasure.”

“Sounds exhausting though,” Jim added, finally letting his smile come through. “All of them? Two super soldiers, two super spies, a god, a witch, and—how many other Avengers are there now?”

“Enough that they’d have to schedule me a week out even if I fucked every hour on the hour,” Tony groused.

“Am I technically an Avenger? How about two weeks from this Friday at noon?” Carol asked, smirking.

Tony scowled at her. “Don’t be stupid, Carol. I’d let you cut the line.”

“Aw,” Carol said, putting her hand to her chest. She was, actually, a little touched, and she was very conflicted about it. She got back up on the couch and took her coffee in hand to give herself something to do instead of think about it.

Jim patted Tony on the head thoughtfully. “Clint is going to be so pissed off that they keep thinking he’s a blabbermouth.”

“Yeah,” Tony agreed. He sighed, frowning. “And I’m only fucking Pepper right now anyway.”

“How’s she doing?” Jim asked, ignoring Carol as she choked on her on coffee and spluttered it everywhere. “Is Happy still in California?”

“Yeah, his family is trying to put all costs of the funeral on him so they don’t have to spend his grandma’s life insurance and keep it for themselves,” Tony huffed. “And Pepper can’t go see him until this merger wraps up.”

“You’re actually cheating on Jim?!” Carol sputtered, and she’d glare, except Jim didn’t look upset or even surprised.

Tony turned to scowl at her. “It’s not cheating if Pepper and I ask for his and Happy’s permission. Besides, this is short-term stress relief until Pepper can get to Happy again.”

“I’m not saying that Tony has a magical dick, but he has a magical dick,” Jim added, and this time Carol choked on nothing. “I’m kidding. He’s just very attentive.”

“But you,” Carol began, pointing at Jim and then at Tony and then back again, confused. “Husbands? Cuckholding,” she added, though mostly to herself. “This is more than I ever wanted to know.”

Jim rolled his eyes when Tony only gave her a doe-eyed blink of confusion. “It’s not cuckholding. Tony and I are just friends. There is nothing romantic between us.”

“I was at your wedding,” Carol said, tone accusing.

“He’s been hounding me to get married ever since DADT was repealed because he wanted to piss off military brass,” Jim replied, shrugging. “And when we became superheroes, keeping a long-term relationship was difficult. So I finally said let’s get married. Mostly I just wonder why no one in my family seemed surprised,” he added to himself, covering his mouth in thought.

“I’m a delight!” Tony crowed before he looked at Carol again. “I love Rhodey, but it’s not romantic. He’s my best friend. He’s not even physically attracted to me. I’m just good for hugs.”

“…Hugs. Sure,” Carol said, remembering all the times she’d walked in to find them draped over each other like human blankets. Also, they did a lot of forehead kisses to each other. One time she saw them get excited about a scientific breakthrough and kiss each other on the mouth. But sure. Just hugs. “Uh huh.”

“And the medication I’m on for the pain makes my libido tank, so I wouldn’t be any help to him even if I did find him attractive,” Jim added. “So. Tony says he’s horny, I tell him to make sure everyone’s apprised of the situation, and then he goes off to discretely have sex.”

“‘Discretely,’” Tony repeated, making quotations with his fingers.

Jim scowled at him. “You are discrete, idiot.”

“Your mother asked me when I was going to give her grandchildren and when I said no one would adopt to us because it would be dangerous to have children when we’re regularly attacked by villains, she told me to just ask one of my sex partners,” Tony scoffed.

“NO,” Jim bellowed, but it had to be true, because Tony would never lie about his mother. “GOD. WHY.”

“Pepper said she’d give us a baby if one of us retired,” Tony added helpfully.

Carol couldn’t help but cackle as Jim immediately started arguing why it should be Tony who retired and not him, and Tony started screeching about how Jim wouldn’t be War Machine without him anyway. Then they started wrestling, and only stopped when Clint stormed in and shouted, “I was a spy, you know! Why does everyone think I can’t keep my mouth shut?! Stop wrestling and listen to me complain!”

#aurumacadicus writes #pride pockets #tony/rhodey #ironhusbands #aromantic

131 notes · View notes

nagito-kissmaeda · 3 years

Text

Arcade - Komaeda x Reader

ミ☆ Just a silly thing I wrote about an arcade employee being baffled while Komaeda clears out all the machines lol ミ☆ I’ve been feeling kind of down about my writing so i just wanted to do something fun. It’s not very good haha. I’m tired and i can’t write good asjfkakd

Night shift at the arcade is usually pretty quiet. Most people start leaving around dinner time and while there are usually still some hardcore gamers lurking around until the AM, most of them only come in on Friday’s or weekends. So the job is usually easy breezy, most nights you lean up on the counter and browse the internet on your phone until your shift ends.

Tonight though, you have been acutely watching as this guy moves from machine to machine. Absolutely clearing them out. You’ve never seen anything like it. Presently, you are crouched behind a claw machine filled with Hello Kitty plushies as this guy slips two bucks into the Big Bass Wheel cabinet. Your eyes drift over to the last cabinet he used, the Wizard of Oz coin pusher. It is empty , you have never seen that happen in the whole time you’ve worked here. You weren’t even sure it could happen.

The guy spins the wheel, it spins and spins and spins. Jackpot. Your eyes narrow, a jackpot isn’t too uncommon, it honestly isn’t even worth that many tickets, but then he nonchalantly slides in another two dollars and hits jackpot again . This is starting to get suspicious.

The machine is spitting out tickets now, so many tickets. Even the guy looks surprised, you are definitely surprised. Two jackpots is not worth that many tickets, but they just keep coming and coming. Machine fault? Must be. The guy looks almost resigned at this point, sighing unhappily as the tickets keep spewing out, like they’re wasting his time and not like this was a superhuman feat of luck. Then, the machine starts smoking.

“Shit!” You hiss, jumping up from your hiding place behind the claw machine and dashing over to the guy before anything catches on fire. You’ve caught him by surprise, he probably didn’t realise you were following him around, “out of the way, please!”

He ducks out of the way, pulling his armfuls worth of tickets along with him as you switch the arcade cabinet off at the wall. The machinery inside stops whirring and the smoke calms down. You wipe your forehead with the back of your hand, you’ve never seen a machine fault this badly before, you were probably going to need to file an indecent report. What a pain.

“You okay?” You ask the guy. He is a lot taller up close, and the shock of messy white hair on his head only makes him seem taller. He sways like a palm tree in the breeze, clutching onto his massive wad of tickets for dear life.

“I’m sorry. I broke your machine.”

Oh...his voice is softer than you had expected it would be. The lights from a nearby Daytona cabinet are reflecting in his green eyes. You swallow, “You didn't break anything, machine fault, it happens sometimes.”

His eyes drift away from you and over to the cabinet, the smoke has stopped now, it doesn't look like there was too much damage, but he looks very upset about it anyway.

“Hey, seriously, dont worry about it.” You give him an awkward pat on his forearm, “The machines in here are really old, stuff like this happens all the time.”

“Oh...ah…” He bites his lip, “If you’re sure…”

You smile, “Yeah, don't even sweat it. You can keep the tickets by the way, once they're out of the machine it's a nightmare to get them back in again, so consider it an apology for almost setting you on fire.”

He laughs weakly, “Thank you.”

“Hey, uh…” You start, not so subtle eyeing his ticket collection. A decent chunk of it was from that Big Bass Wheel malfunction, an already exorbitant number was won legit. More than you had ever seen anyone win before, “are you a cabinet master?”

“A...what?”

“Like, you know all the sweet spots on the machines. Technically not cheating, but not entirely legal either.”

His eyes widen, “Did I do something wrong?”

“No!” You shake your head at him, “You just won a lot of tickets is all. I’ve never seen someone win that many tickets.”

“I’m just really lucky. It’s all i'm good at, honestly.” He’s fiddling with the tickets in his arms, “My friend’s birthday is coming up and i'm trying to win her that Sailor Moon statue.”

It is true that there is a coveted Sailor Moon statue amongst the arcade’s prize collection. It’s huge, beautifully painted and according to your boss, incredibly rare . It’s been sitting there on the shelf for god knows how long, still tight in it’s shrinkwrap. Generally the most any player is able to afford is three or four sticky hands and a glow in the dark spider ring, but this guy is getting tantalisingly close.

You cross your arms and smirk at him, “You’re really that lucky?”

“Most of the time.”

“Okay then. You’re going to play Monster Drop next, it's the hardest cabinet we have.” You start heading over to the machine in the back of the arcade, it’s huge, you always forget how huge it is. The guy is diligently following behind you, shoulders hunched like he’s trying to make himself seem smaller. The pile of tickets in his arms rustling as he walks, “I’ve never seen anyone get a monster jackpot on this thing. Also my boss filled it with a bunch of different sized balls, so it's basically impossible to get a standard jackpot too, even after practicing at other arcades.”

“Hm. Is that really fair?”

You shrug a shoulder, “Nope. It’s big and loud, so lots of people want to play it and Boss doesn't want too many people winning. there's a catch though, raise the difficulty and you also raise the ticket payout. So if you manage to beat it, you'll be able to afford Sailor Moon.”

The current ticket payout is displayed in flashing red lights, 72,483 . With every failed attempt at hitting the monster jackpot the payout just gets higher and higher, those tantalising numbers draw in more kids hoping to be the one who gets lucky. A number that big means the cabinet has never been won, a smart arcade goer knows that a number like that means stay away.

“How do I play?” He asks, dropping his ticket collection on the ground at his feet.

“Ah, it’s deceptively simple.” You grab his hand and tug him over to the machine, gesturing up at where the balls drop down from, “You just need to press the button to let out a ball, and that’s literally it. The base of the machine spins around to make it harder to get the balls in. Monster jackpot is in the middle, so you would think a straight drop down would jackpot you every time but-”

He smirks wryly, “it’s never that easy is it?”

“Of course not! We’d never make any money if it was.”

He laughs to himself, pulling another coin out of his pocket and clinking it into the machine, “Ah, only one turn?”

You hold up a finger, “Just the one.”

He laughs again, “Brutal.”

“Very.” You take a step back to give him room to familiarise himself with the machine. Most people like to observe it from a few angles, take some time, watch at least one cycle before using up their one shot, “Good luck.”

He turns to you and smiles, “Thanks, but like i said, this is the one thing i'm good at.” He pushes the button, he isn't even looking at the machine, the rotating base hasn't even finished half a cycle. This guy is ballsy.

Despite his gumption, the ball falls a little short of the monster jackpot, “Aw, bad luck-” you start saying, but then it starts bouncing. Once off the base, three times off the sides, up high into the air and then plonk . Straight into the monster jackpot. All you can do is stare. Not only did he get the jackpot, he got it in a rigged machine while he wasn't even looking .

He laughs politely, the sound barely audible of the cabinet’s furious ringing bells and sirens signalling an impossible feat just happened here, everyone look! The tickets have started dispensing, with over 70k to print, it's going to be a long wait, “Jeez, that was scary. I almost thought my luck had run out there!”

He looks completely relaxed as he starts folding the fresh tickets into the neatest pile he can manage, “Are you a god or something?”

“Huh?” He says, blinking down at you, “That’s such a strange thing to ask me.”

“You just beat Monster Drop without looking . I’ve seen professional cabinet masters come in here and still lose after examining the machine for a good two hours!”

“Oh, no need to be impressed. I didn't actually do anything.” He smiles sadly and continues collecting his tickets, “It’s not really much of a talent, but i suppose it comes in handy sometimes.”

You clap a palm to your forehead, unable to believe what you are hearing, “You’re going to have enough tickets for the Sailor Moon statue and enough leftover for like...unlimited sticky hands.”

He taps a finger to his lips, “Oh! I would like some sticky hands.”

“How many?”

His brow creases as he considers it, “Three or four, i guess.”

“Three or-” you start laughing, “Buddy, i could pour the whole box into your bag if you wanted.”

“I don't think i need that many sticky hands, but it's very kind of you to offer.”

“We also have glow in the dark spider rings, and a robust selection of slinkies. Oh! If you really want to splurge we have a pair of slippers that resemble a character from Rick and Morty.”

He grimaces, “I would prefer the slinkies.”

You hear the arcade cabinet’s ticket dispenser finally come to a stop, and despite his good natured effort to collect the tickets in a neat pile, they are still all bunched up around his ankles. You are about to ask him another question when you quickly realise that the Monster Drop machine is now also smoking.

He sighs, “I should have known.”

You don't have time to look into that comment, you are too busy scrambling around to the back of the machine so you can turn the power off at the wall. Much like last time, you catch it before anything actually catches on fire. This has been a very eventful day.

“Hey, uh-” you start awkwardly, pulling yourself up from the ground and moving to help the guy contend with his ticket pile, “I finish in like half an hour...if you need help carrying your miscellaneous arcade prizes back to your car or whatever…”

He blinks at you as you both reach the prize counter and deposit the monstrous ticket collection onto the bench, “I should be okay on my own...but if you want to come I wouldn't mind, though I can’t guarantee I won’t set anything else on fire…” he chuckles nervously and you give him a quizzical look.

You do want to go with him, you aren't sure if it’s just a morbid curiosity about his luck with the arcade machines, or a fascination with the soft halo of white hair falling into his eyes, but you want to get to know him better, “I’ll come with you. You don’t have anywhere near enough fingers for all the glow in the dark spider rings I’m about to give you.” You say as you round the counter and start organising his tickets into more manageable piles.

He smiles, “that does sound like a good idea. I don’t want to drop any of my brand new sticky hands, after all.” He leans forward on the counter, blinking up at you. He’s got really pretty eyelashes, “I’m Nagito Komaeda, in case you were wondering.”

You laugh, “Nice to meet you, Nagito. Now give me 20 minutes to count all your damn tickets.”

#danganronpa #komaeda nagito #komaeda x reader #nagito x reader #danganronpa x reader #my writing #asjhfjdl i hate everything i write #its literally garbage lol

123 notes · View notes